《Release that Witch》 Chapter 1 Chapter 1: From today onwards, I am a Royal Prince Cheng Yan could sense that someone was calling him. ¡°Your Highness, please wake up¡­¡± He turned his head away, but the sounds he¡¯d heard didn¡¯t disappear, they actually proceeded to get even louder instead. Then, he felt someone gently tug on his sleeve. ¡°Your Highness, my Royal Prince!¡± Cheng Yan¡¯s eyes snapped open. His familiar surroundings had disappeared, his work desk was gone, and the familiar walls filled with post-its were gone. They¡¯d all been replaced by a strange landscape. A round public square that was enclosed by small brick houses, and the gallows that were erected in the center of the square now dominated his field of view. He himself sat at a table across the square from the gallows. There wasn¡¯t a soft rotating office chair under his butt, but a cold hard iron chair instead. There was also a group of people sitting with him and watching him intently. Several of them were dressed as medieval lords and ladies from those Western flicks, and were trying to suppress their giggles. What the hell? Wasn¡¯t I just rushing to finish my mechanical blueprints before the deadline? Cheng Yan was at a loss as he thought to himself. For three consecutive days, he had been working overtime. Thus, he was both mentally and physically at his limit. He could only vaguely remember that his heartbeat had become unsteady, and that he¡¯d just wanted to lie down on his desk and take a break¡­ ¡°Your Highness, please declare your ruling.¡± The speaker was the one that had secretly tugged on his sleeve. His face was old, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, and he wore a white robe. At first glance, he looked a bit like Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings. Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan thought as he licked his dry lips, Ruling? What ruling? As he quickly glanced around, his confusion was swept away. The people surrounding him were all looking in the direction of the center of the square, at the gallows. Many townspeople were also in the plaza and were waving their fists while they shouted and even threw an occasional stone towards the gallows and the figure on it. Cheng Yan had only ever seen such an ancient instrument of death in movies. The gallows consisted of two pillars extending upwards about 4 meters from a raised base, with a crossbeam extending between the two pillars with a thick yellow hemp rope around the middle of the crossbeam. One end of the rope was tied to the gallows, and the other end was tied into a noose around a prisoner¡¯s neck. In this strange dream Cheng Yan thought he was in, he found that he was able to see everything clearly. Usually, he¡¯d even need to wear his glasses to see the words on a computer screen, but now Chen Yang could see every detail of the gallows, which were fifty meters away, without his glasses. The prisoner atop the gallows had their head completely covered with a hood and had their hands tied behind their back. They wore dirty grey clothes that were little more than rags draped over a frame so thin, it seemed you could easily wrap your hand around their exposed ankle. Cheng Yan judged the prisoner to be female by her faintly bulging chest, and looked on as she stood there shivering in the chilly wind, but still trying to stand up straight to face her fate on her feet. Alright then, Cheng Yan thought to himself, what crime did this woman commit that caused so many people to be so outraged, and to wait for her to be hanged with such rage and hostility? Cheng Yan¡¯s memories appeared, almost as if they¡¯d suddenly been turned on and he realized the cause of the situation, and the answer to his question, at almost the same time. She was a ¡°witch¡±. She was considered to have fallen to the temptation of the devil and was known as an incarnation of evil. ¡°Your Highness?¡± The Gandalf lookalike cautiously urged. Cheng Yan glanced at the old man. Well, Cheng Yan¡¯s new memories told him, the old man wasn¡¯t called Gandalf, his real name was Barov, and he was an Assistant Minister of Finance dispatched by the Roland¡¯s father to assist in the governing of the territory. Cheng Yan¡¯s identity was that of the 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Roland, and he had been sent here to govern this region. The residents of this border town had caught and seized the witch, immediately turning her over to the local guards to question. Questioning? No, She was immediately sent to be sentenced with no opportunity to defend herself. The execution of suspected witches was usually overseen by the local lords or bishops, but since he¡¯d assumed control of this territory, issuing such orders had become his obligation. Cheng Yan¡¯s memory answered his questions one by one, it was unnecessary to filter and read through them, it was as if they had always been his own experiences. He was momentarily confused, there was absolutely no way a dream could have so many details. Then, Cheng Yan thought, was it possible that this wasn¡¯t a dream? I¡¯ve really traveled through time, to the dark ages of medieval Europe, and have become Roland? I¡¯ve gone from a pitiful mechanical engineer with his nose down in his papers to a grand 4th Prince overnight? This piece of territory that looked so barren and backward was in the Kingdom of Graycastle, a name that he had never seen in his history books. Well, then how do I want to handle this? Cheng Yan thought to himself. Cheng Yan decided he would try and examine how an unscientific thing like being transported through time and space had happened later, his immediate concern was with how to stop the farce taking place in front of him. Assigning the blame for the disasters and misfortune that befell them onto these ¡°witches¡± was the act of ignorant barbarians. He really couldn¡¯t bring himself to do anything as stupid as hanging another person just to satisfy the watching masses. He grabbed the formal written orders held by Barov and tossed them to the ground and slowly said, ¡°I¡¯m feeling tired, we will give our judgement another day. Court dismissed, now disperse people!¡± Cheng Yan knew he couldn¡¯t risk being reckless, so he rummaged carefully through his memories and reflected the former prince¡¯s behavior. He had to continue on with the former prince¡¯s dandyism and roguish behavior. That¡¯s right, the fourth prince himself was messed up, had a nasty character, and did whatever he wanted with no thoughts to the consequences of his actions. Anyways, Cheng Yan mused, could they really expect an uncontrollable twenty-something year old to have good behavior? The members of the nobility who sat with him maintained their equanimity at his unexpected statement, but a tall man wearing a suit of armor stood up and argued, ¡°Your Highness, this isn¡¯t a joke! All known witches should be put to death immediately upon being identified, or other witches might be tempted to try and save her! Do you want to force the church to get involved when they hear that we have allowed a witch to live? We have no choice in this matter!¡± Carter, this dashing man, was actually his Knight Commander. Cheng Yan frowned and said, ¡°Why? Are you scared?¡± His voice was full of blatant mockery and wasn¡¯t a complete act. A man with an arm thicker than the waist of the so called ¡°witch¡± actually feared a prison raid from women. Were witches really the devil¡¯s messengers? ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be better to catch more witches than to settle for only one?¡± Seeing him no longer utter a word, Cheng Yan waved his hand to call his personal guards and left. Carter hesitated a moment before going down and catching up with the troops walking by the 4th prince¡¯s side. The other nobles got up and paid their respects to the prince, but Cheng Yan could see undisguised contempt from the eyes of those in the crowd. Back in the keep, the castle was located to the south of the border town, he dismissed the anxious Minister Barov outside the door to his chambers, allowing him to finally breathe a sigh of relief now that he was alone. As a person who¡¯d spent ninety percent of his time dealing with people through a computer, facing everyone like he just had already surpassed his comfort zone. Cheng Yan found the location of his bedroom from his new memories, took a seat on his bed, and got a moment of real rest as he tried to suppress his violently beating heart. At the moment, the most important matter was to clarify the situation. Why was the prince, who couldn¡¯t stay in Wimbledon City, the capital of the kingdom, sent to this barren land? The unexpected answer he came up with left him stupefied. Roland Wimbledon was actually sent here to fight for the right to succeed the king. Everything had originated from King Wimbledon III of Graycastle¡¯s wonderful proclamation to his children saying, ¡°You want to inherit the kingdom? The first-born prince doesn¡¯t necessarily have the right to become king, only the person who proves themselves as the most capable of governing can inherit the country.¡± He placed various territories under the rule of his five children, and after five years he¡¯d decide who would become his successor based on the level of skill they displayed in governing their respective territories. While turning the decision of who should inherit the throne into a meritocracy and providing equal opportunity regardless of gender might sound like very enlightened concepts, the real problem was with the actual implementation of said ideas. Would there be any guarantee that all five of them received the same starting conditions? This wasn¡¯t like playing a real-time strategy game. To his knowledge, the second son had been given a better territory than this border town. Actually when he thought about it, it seemed that among the five regions they¡¯d been given, none of the others were worse than his frontier town. His starting point was simply inferior. Also, Cheng Yan wondered, how was one to assess the level of governance? By the population? Military power? Economic standing? Wimbledon III hadn¡¯t mentioned any standard, nor did he put the slightest restrictions on their methods of competition. In case someone secretly assassinated the other candidates, what would he do? Would the queen stand by and watch her children kill each other? Wait. ¡­¡­ He carefully recalled the next memory, all right, another piece of bad news; the Queen had died five years ago. Cheng Yan sighed. Obviously, this was a barbaric and dark feudal era he had found himself in. Just the way they seemed to wantonly kill witches was enough to give him a few hints. Also, Cheng Yan thought, why would he want to become king? With no internet and none of the comforts of modern civilization, he¡¯d have to live the same life as the native people. Burning witches for fun, living in a city where everyone dumped their excrement wherever they wished, and finally dying from the Black Death. Cheng Yan being a prince could already be considered a very high starting point. Even if he didn¡¯t become king he was still of royal blood and had already been knighted. As long as he managed to stay alive he would be considered as one of the Lords of the Realm. Cheng Yan suppressed his wandering thoughts and went to his bedroom mirror. The man looking back at him in the mirror had light gray hair, which was the royal family¡¯s most distinctive feature. His face was slightly pale and with his regular facial features, he seemed to be completely without personality traits. He appeared to be lacking in physical exercise and as for wine and woman, he recalled indulging in both with some regularity. He had had several lovers in the King¡¯s City, but all had been willing participants, he hadn¡¯t forced anyone. As for the cause of his own crossing over¡­ Cheng Yan guessed that thanks to the company¡¯s inhuman urging to progress forward, his boss had arranged for him to work overtime, which in turn actually led to the tragedy that was his sudden death. The victims of cases like these were usually coders, mechanical engineers, and programmers. In the end, no matter what, at least I got the equivalent of an extra life. I really shouldn¡¯t complain too much, in the coming days, I might be able to slowly improve this life, but my first task is to play a convincing 4th Prince, so that other people don¡¯t find something amiss with my behavior and think I¡¯m possessed by the devil, leading to my being burned at the stake, Cheng Yan thought to himself. ¡°So, in order to live well¡­¡± Cheng Yan took a deep breath, looked in the mirror, and whispered, ¡°from now on, I¡¯m Roland.¡± Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The Witch Named Anna (Part I) For a period of time Roland locked himself in his room as he carefully reviewed the memories of this new world, such that dinner had to be sent directly to him by his servants. Roland suppressed his fear of the unfamiliar environment he found himself in under his strong will to live. He was very clear that if he wanted to blend in and avoid being suspected by the people around him he needed to get more information as soon as possible. Roland had to say that the fourth prince had, apart from fooling around with some other sons of the nobility, no additional things in his brain. Over and over again, Roland was unable to remember any valuable information such as knowledge of the aristocracy, the political situation in his own country, or the diplomatic situation with his neighbors. As for basic common sense, such as city names, or the years of significant events, they were completely different than the history of Europe he knew. It seemed that based on his memories, the old Roland had had absolutely no chance of obtaining the throne. Perhaps the King of Graycastle was aware of this, and because of that, the prince had been thrown into this hellish place, even if he made a mess of things in this border town, it wouldn¡¯t result in much damage to the kingdom. The next memories Roland looked at were of his brothers and sisters, and what he found left him unsure whether he should laugh or cry. Roland¡¯s eldest brother, the First Prince, had an above average military power, his second brother was scheming and horridly treacherous, his third sister was afraid of death, and his younger sister was brilliant. This was the entirety of the former fourth prince¡¯s impressions of his siblings. Roland felt a little awkward, after more than a decade of living with them the old Roland¡¯s knowledge had been summed up in a few words. What forces they¡¯d developed, who their competent subordinates were, what they were experts at, what their plans were and so on¡­he knew nothing at all. It was only three months ago that the fourth prince had come to this frontier town, but the nobility had already stopped hiding their contempt for him. It was obvious that the fourth prince wasn¡¯t cut out to be a leader. Fortunately, when the King had left Roland this territory, he had sent along two of his more capable subordinates to provide assistance so the townspeople wouldn¡¯t suffer under the old Roland¡¯s inept rule. After Roland woke up the next morning one of his maids, Tyre, repeatedly mentioned that the Assistant Minister wanted to see him. When it seemed that he could put it off no longer Roland acted according to his past memories and reached out to cup the maid¡¯s ass before sending her to fetch Barov, who had been waiting in the drawing room. Seeing the flushing Tyre exit the room, Roland suddenly realized that, since he had reincarnated, shouldn¡¯t he have a system or something like that? At least in many tales that was the standard formula, but the arrival of a system never happened. Sure enough, what Roland had read in those novels was all fiction. **** In the drawing room, Barov was already restless from waiting. The moment Roland appeared he asked, ¡°Your Highness, why didn¡¯t you order the execution yesterday?¡± ¡°One day earlier, one day later, what¡¯s the difference?¡± Roland said as he clapped his hands, letting the attendants know to bring his breakfast in, ¡°Sit down, Barov.¡± The impressions he had from the old Roland¡¯s memories, and also based on his own opinion, was that the Knight Commander liked to confront problems with the fourth prince directly face to face, even in the presence of others, while the Assistant Minister was more circumspect and liked to discuss issues in private. In any case, the loyalty of the two was likely to be to the King. ¡°A day later may lead to other witches appearing, my royal prince! This isn¡¯t the same as before with your previous escapades, not during this time of chaos!¡± Barov cautioned. ¡°How can you even say that?¡± Roland asked while frowning, ¡°I thought you were capable of distinguishing the differences between superstition and fact.¡± Barov looked bewildered, ¡°What superstitions?¡± ¡°That a witch is evil and the devil¡¯s messenger,¡± Roland seemed to not mind as he patiently answered the question. ¡°Isn¡¯t that what the church teaches us? They won¡¯t intervene here, I think it¡¯s actually the opposite. Their propaganda states that witches are evil, and while we¡¯ve chosen not to actively aid their witch hunt, all the people in this territory believe in these shameless superstitions spread by the Church.¡± Barov was shocked, ¡°Could¡­could a witch really be¡­¡± ¡°Indeed evil?¡± Roland asked, ¡°Like what?¡± The Assistant Minister was silent for a moment, trying to decide if the prince was deliberately making fun of him, ¡°Your Highness, this problem can be discussed later. I know you don¡¯t like the church, but this pursuit of conflict is counterproductive.¡± Roland curled his lips. It seemed that reversing this superstition about witches wasn¡¯t something that he could do overnight, but for now he decided to put it out of his mind.. When Roland¡¯s breakfast of toast, fried eggs and a carafe of milk arrived he made up two plates, one of which he served to the assistant minister. ¡°You haven¡¯t eaten until now, right?¡± asked Roland before he started eating. The maid had told him that Barov had arrived outside his chambers at dawn, and had directly requested to see him, so he shouldn¡¯t have had time to eat. While he¡¯d decided to imitate the former prince¡¯s way of life, he¡¯d also decided to begin to change the way people perceived him a bit at a time. The Assistant Minister was a good first target for his plan. Roland thought to himself, If you can make your men feel valued, then they¡¯ll be more motivated to work for you. Taking the initiative had always been the most efficient way to win, hadn¡¯t it? Barov took the cup of milk Roland handed him but didn¡¯t drink as he anxiously said, ¡°Your Highness, we still have a problem. The guards reported that three days ago a suspected witch camp was found in the western forest. Because they left in a hurry and didn¡¯t clean up all of their traces, a guard found this in the camp.¡± He took out a coin from his pocket and put it in front of Roland. This wasn¡¯t the common currency of the kingdom, at least according to the memories of the old Roland, he hadn¡¯t seen such a coin. It wasn¡¯t even like theirs, it wasn¡¯t even made of metal. Feeling it in his his hands, he was surprised to find that the coin was warm, and the assistant minister definitely wasn¡¯t the source of this sweltering heat of at least forty degrees celsius, which reminded him of the moment when one took a bath. ¡°What is this?¡± Roland asked. ¡°I thought it was just some foul trinket that a witch made, but it¡¯s actually more serious than that.¡± Barov had to pause to wipe his forehead, ¡°the printed pattern is known as the Devil¡¯s Eye of the Sacred Mountain, which is the emblem of the Witch Cooperation Association.¡± Roland rubbed the coin¡¯s uneven surface, he guessed that it was probably fired ceramic. Indeed, he saw that the center of the coin depicted a ¡°mountain¡± shaped pattern of three triangles juxtaposed with one eye in the centre triangle. The pattern¡¯s contour lines were very rough, he judged that it should¡¯ve been polished by hand. Roland recalled the two terms ¡±Devil¡¯s Eye of the Sacred Mountain¡± and the ¡°Witch Cooperation Association¡±, but wasn¡¯t able to discover any details. It seemed that the fourth prince had had no interest in occultism. Roland didn¡¯t expect that Barov knew more, but he continued, ¡°Your Highness, you haven¡¯t seen real witches before, so it¡¯s understandable if you think their abilities are exaggerated. Indeed, they can be injured, they¡¯ll even bleed and aren¡¯t any harder to kill than the rest of us, but that¡¯s only for a witch who can¡¯t resist. When they receive the devil¡¯s power it can shorten the lifespan of a witch, but it can also give them terrible power. Ordinary people just can¡¯t match them. Once a witch grows to adulthood, even an army will have to pay a high price to kill her. Their desires are almost impossible to suppress, ultimately causing them to degenerate into the devil¡¯s minions.¡°The Church therefore declared a Holy Inquisition, If a woman is found to have even a chance to be a witch they¡¯re to be immediately seized and executed. The King has also approved of this decree and in fact, these measures have been highly effective and the incidents where witches have wreaked havoc have already greatly declined in comparison to a hundred years ago. The Sacred Mountain, or to say the doorway to hell, is only a rumor illustrated in an ancient book from that era.¡± Roland, while gnawing on his bread, sneered again and again as he heard this. Although the histories of this world and the world he knew were very different, their historical trajectories were surprisingly similar. No matter if it was the church in this world or the church he knew from his, he thought that religion itself was the devil¡¯s minion, the real source of evil. You don¡¯t think sentencing someone to death only because they are different isn¡¯evil? Using God¡¯s name to kill someone was all kinds of wrong.Unaware of Roland¡¯s thoughts, Barov continued with his speech, ¡°Recorded in ancient books is that witches can only find real peace at the Sacred Mountain. They wouldn¡¯t have to suffer uncontrollable desires because their magic would have no side effects. There¡¯s no doubt that the so-called Sacred Mountain was certainly the birthplace of evil, an entrance to hell on earth. I think that only hell won¡¯t punish those who¡¯ve fallen for the devil¡¯s temptations.¡± ¡°The ¡°League of Allied Witches,¡± who are they? What¡¯s their relationship with the Sacred Mountain?¡± Roland asked. Barov explained with a sour face, ¡°In the past, everything was good because the witches would run away before the Inquisition arrived and were living in seclusion. But in recent years, the League of Allied Witches appeared and made a difference. They want to gather all of the witches and find the Sacred Mountain. For this purpose, the Witch Cooperation Association will even take the initiative of luring others into becoming a witch. In the last year, many babies disappeared in the Port of Clearwater, and the rumor was that it was their doing.¡± Chapter 3 Chapter 3 The Witch Named Anna (Part II) Roland swallowed the last piece of fried egg from his breakfast, took a napkin and wiped his mouth before saying, ¡°So you are saying that you are worried that the Witch Cooperation Association will hear the news that the witch did not die and hence will try to rescue her?¡± ¡°It is as your Highness has said,¡± Barov stomped angrily as he exclaimed, ¡°If the prisoner had died it would be bad enough, but now she is still alive! If those witches are even crazy enough to steal babies on the chance they might become future comrades, how far do you think they¡¯d go for someone who has already become a minion of the devil? With how recklessly they behave, attempting a rescue wouldn¡¯t be surprizing.¡± Roland was confused, he had always felt that there was something amiss about this situation. Why were the Assistant Minister and the Knight Commander so scared of witches? The woman who should have been hanged was a witch, right? The woman who was so thin it was as if she would fall down when the wind blew? If she really had such a terrible power, why would she need to stand there and wait for death? No, she would not. According to the preaching of the church, she was the devil incarnate, to be executed without trial. Even the army would need to pay a hefty price when going against a witch. However, this ¡°devil¡± was caught by the normal townspeople of this border town, was tortured, even fitted with a noose, but until now they had not seen a trace of that supposed terrible power. ¡°How did she get caught?¡± Roland queried. ¡°I heard that when the North Mine collapsed, in order to escape, she exposed her identity as a witch and was then captured by angry villagers.¡± Barov answered. Roland thought as he listened to Barov, Why do I have the impression that this happened the day before my reincarnation? ¡°How did she expose herself?¡± The prince asked aloud. ¡°I, well¡­ I am not sure,¡± the assistant minister shook his head and said, ¡°the situation was very confusing, it could be that someone saw her using witchcraft.¡± Roland frowned as he asked, ¡°you did not thoroughly investigate the situation?¡± ¡°Your Highness, to resume mining was the priority,¡± the assistant minister protested, ¡°The revenue from that iron mine accounts for half of the production of this town, and the guards confirmed that someone at the scene was killed by witchcraft.¡± ¡°What kind of witchcraft?¡± Roland asked, interested. ¡°The head and a large part of the body were spread out on the ground as if they were melted. The corpse looked like a used up candle,¡± the minister said with a look of disgust. ¡°Your Highness, be glad you didn¡¯t see such a scene.¡± Roland started playing with a silver fork thoughtfully. Historically, most of the victims of the inquisitionwitch hunt were innocent, tools for the church to maintain control over the populace or possibilities for ignorant townspeople to vent their anger. Sure, a small part of the accused caused their own downfall. The kind of people dressed that oddly while mixing together all sorts of strange material, claiming that they could predict the future and knew the conclusion of life and death. The truth was those people did figure out some tricks, such as the use of chemical reactions, but then they used that to claim that they had gained the power of the gods. To modern eyes, these were just some simple chemistry tricks, but in medieval times, those could easily be misrepresented as incredible phenomenon. As for melting people, the first thing Roland thought of was an acid solution. But it would be a hassle to prepare those kinds of things, and you would also need to thoroughly soak the body with it, but it wouldn¡¯t look like a burned down candle, as for other methods they were out of the question. Then how did she do it? If she relied on alchemy, and that was rare, maybe¡­ Roland thought until there and then said in a determined tone, ¡°Take me to see her.¡± The Assistant Minister was shocked for a moment before spluttering, ¡°Sir, you want to see the witch?¡± Barov stood up in panic, knocked over the cup with the milk which he hadn¡¯t drunk. ¡°Yes, this is a command.¡± Roland said looked back and smiled at the assistant minister, he was now really thankful for the fourth prince¡¯s unreasonable style. Roland went over to the door but suddenly paused, asking, ¡°Right, I have to ask, why would we use the gallows?¡± ¡°What?¡± Barov said. Roland reiterated his question, ¡°Why would she be hanged? Shouldn¡¯t witches be burned at the stake?¡± Barov face seemed puzzled as he asked, ¡°Isn¡¯t it true? But she is not afraid of fire.¡± * The dungeon was small, this barren land could not afford to have too many prisoners. Most criminals would face trial after a few days and either be released or killed. In addition to Barov, the Prince was entering the dungeon with the Knight Commander, the prison warden, and two guards. The dungeon had a total of four levels and the walls were built out of hard granite blocks. It was Roland¡¯s first time being at this kind of place and he noted the deeper he got, the narrower the hallway became.The number of cells was also reduced. He thought they probably they dug a pit in the form of an inverted cone first, and then build layer after layer out of stone. This rough project would of course not have a good drainage system. The ground was wet and the muddy sewage was flowing down the stairs, down to the last floor. Obviously, the witch was at the bottom of the dungeon. Each layer they went down, the stench in the air became thicker. ¡°Your Highness, you are risking too much by doing this, even though she is sealed with God¡¯s Locket of Retribution, it isn¡¯t safe.¡± It was Carter who had spoken. As soon as he knew that the prince was planning on visiting the witch, he immediately went after the prince, advising him all along the road to stop going over. But it was all for naught, even the repeating the direct command of the king not to engage in any dangerous situations had no effect. Obviously, he wasn¡¯t only a pretty face, he was also a chatterbox. After being subjected to this for some time, Roland only wished that someone would sew his mouth up. ¡°You must look evil in the eye before you face it on the battlefield and stand toe to toe.I thought you knew that.¡± he said. ¡°In addition to fighting the evil with courage, it is also important to assess one¡¯s capabilities and act accordingly; reckless behavior is not considered courageous.¡± Carter rebutted. ¡°You mean to say that if you ran into an enemy weaker than you, you hold justice, but if he is stronger than you, you will turn a blind eye?¡± Roland challenged. ¡°No, Your Highness, I mean ¡­¡± Carter stammered. ¡°Before you were already afraid of a witch raid, and now you are even afraid to see a little girl, my Knight Commander is indeed fearsome.¡± Although the knight was a good speaker, he didn¡¯t excel at debate, encountering a smooth talker like Roland he completely lost. Taking advantage of this effort, the group reached the bottom of the dungeon. This floor was many times smaller than the one above, with a total of only two cells. The warden lit the torches on the walls and as the darkness faded, Roland saw the hunched over witch in a corner of her cell. It was already late autumn and the temperature in the dungeon was low enough to make people see white fog when they took a breath. He wore a fur coat with silk lining inside, so did not feel cold, but the girl only wore coarse linen that couldn¡¯t even fully cover her body with her arms and feet sticking out and turning blue. The suddenly lit up torches made her cringe away with her eyes closed. But soon, she was able to open her eyes and looked straight at them. It was a pair of pale blue eyes, like a calm lake before the onset of heavy rains. There was no fear on the witch¡¯s face and you couldn¡¯t see any anger or hatred. Roland saw a vision, it was as if what he saw in front of him was not a weak little girl. Instead, it appeared as if he was in front of a raging flame. He suddenly felt that the torch light from the walls was a little dim. The girl tried to stand up while leaning against the wall, in slow-motion as if afraid to fall. But in the end, she ultimately stood up and hobbled her way out of the corner, allowing the light to cover her. Already such a simple movement, yet it made his men suck in several breaths of cold air as they even retreated two steps back, only the Knight Commander could resist and stood in front of Roland. ¡°What is your name?¡± Roland asked the witch and patted the knight on the shoulder, indicating that he did not need to be so nervous. ¡°Anna,¡± she replied. Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Flame ¡°In the end, what happened when the mine collapsed, can you repeat it for me step by step?¡± Roland asked. Anna nodded and began to describe it. Roland was a bit surprised, he expected her to stay silent or to angrily curse at him, but instead she just responded with, ¡°ask whatever you want,¡± and obediently told her tale. It wasn¡¯t a complicated story, but a sad one nonetheless. Anna¡¯s father was a miner and when the mine collapsed, he was at work. Immediately after they got the news of the collapse, Anna and the other miners¡¯ families went over to help rescue their loved ones. The North Mine was previously rumored to be an underground monster lair with many forks in the road, extending in all directions. Since the rescuers were under no unified command, the volunteers separated after arriving at the mine entry so that when Anna found her father, only her neighbours, Susan and Ansgar were by her side. Anna had discovered that her father¡¯s leg was crushed under a full ore cart and he couldn¡¯t move, but at his side was another miner patting him down, searching for her father¡¯s money. As the looter saw them arrive, he took a pick and rushed at Ansgar and knocked him to the ground, but just at the moment when he was about to strike her, Anna killed him first. Anna¡¯s neighbours vowed that they would never say anything about this matter, and with their help Anna rescued her father. But before dawn, the next day, Anna¡¯s father went out on his crutches and reported to the patrolling guards that his daughter was a witch. ¡°Why?¡± Roland, when he had heard up until this point, could not help but ask. Barov sighed and answered, ¡°Probably so he could receive the gold reward. The discovery and reporting of a witch, can get you 25 gold royals. For a man with a crippled leg, these 25 gold royals are equivalent to what he could earn for half a lifetime of work.¡± After a moment of silence, Roland asked, ¡°Your opponent was a strong and grown-up man, how were you able to kill him?¡± At this Anna laughed, and the flames of the torches shook, just like high waves on a previously calm lake¡¯s surface. ¡°It was exactly like what you think, I used the power of the devil.¡± Anna said. ¡°Shut up! Vile sorceress!¡± Shouted the warden, but everyone could hear his voice trembling. ¡°Is that true? I want to see it.¡± the fourth prince was unmoved by their antics as he calmly said. ¡°Your Highness, this is no laughing matter!¡± The Knight Commander interjected as he furrowed his brows. Roland stepped out from behind the protection of his knight, step by step moving closer towards the cell as he said, ¡°Everyone who is too afraid of her can leave, I did not ask you to stay here.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t panic, she has a ¡®God¡¯s Locket of Retribution¡¯ around her neck!¡± shouted Barov loudly to comfort everyone, but likely also to reassure himself, ¡°no matter how powerful the devil is, he cannot break God¡¯s blessing.¡± Standing in front of the prison bars, Roland and Anna were at arm¡¯s length and he could clearly see her dusty and bruised cheek. Her soft facial features showed that she still was a minor, but her expression did not have any traces of childishness. More than that, even anger was hard to find. It was the kind of disharmonious thing Roland had only had seen on TV. It was the face of a wandering orphan who had suffered from poverty, hunger, cold, etc¡­ but it was not exactly the same, normally in front of the camera the lost children always stood with a bent and beaten down body, their head down, but Anna did not. From the beginning until now, she had still tried to stand straight with her gaze slightly raised, calmly looking into the prince¡¯s eyes. She did not fear death, Roland realized. Instead, she was waiting for death. ¡°Is this the first time you have seen a witch, my lord? Your curiosity might get you killed.¡± Anna said. ¡°If it was really the power of the devil, you would absolutely not be in this current situation,¡± Roland responded, ¡°If that were true, it is not I should be fear death, but your father.¡± The fires in the prison suddenly became dark, and this was definitely not an illusion, what seemed to be like suppressed flames were soon left with only tight flame clusters. Behind himself, Roland could hear the sound of rapid breathing and prayer, as well as the muffled sound of panicked people accidentally falling down. Roland¡¯s heartbeat accelerated and he felt himself at an unusual turning point. On one side was the world with common sense, which was in accordance with the laws and constants that he knew, not one thread loose, And on the other side was an incredible new world, which was full of mystery and the unknown. And right now he was standing in front of this world. Hung on her neck is actually the ¡®God¡¯s Locket of Retribution¡¯? What a simple and crude locket, Roland thought. A red iron chain with a sparkling and translucent pendant, if the witch did not have both her hands handcuffed behind her back, couldn¡¯t she use a quick pull to destroy this kind of thing? Roland glanced at the crowd behind him, who were still mouthing prayers in panic. He quickly reached into the cell, grabbed the pendant, and with a little tug the necklace¡¯s chain snapped and then crashed down broken, the move startled even Anna. ¡°Come on.¡± Roland whispered. Are you in the end a liar, some type of alchemist, or are you a real witch? If you now take out bottles and jars and start compounding acids, I will be disappointed, Roland thought. Roland then heard a crackling sound, which was the noise of the thermal expansion of water vapor. Thanks to a dramatic rise in temperature, the water on the ground beneath them had changed to steam. Roland saw a blazing flame rising directly from Anna¡¯s foot, and then the ground where she stood was burning up. The torches behind them exploded simultaneously, as if they received pure oxygen, in a burst of brilliant light. For a short time, the whole cell was as if it was in daylight, and all this was accompanied by the onlookers¡¯ terrified screams. When the witch moved forward, the flames surrounding her moved with her. As she came to the edge of her cell, the dozens of iron bars that made up the wall became pillars of fire. Roland was forced to retreat, the heated air was biting his skin, making him feel pain. In just a few breaths of time, he had escaped from a late autumn summer, no, this was a different kind of heat, this was solely generated by this high-temperature flame and not a full ambient summer heat. One side of his body was facing the flame¡¯s heat, and on the opposite side Roland felt a chill. He could even feel cold sweat trickling down his back. ¡­She really does not fear fire. Roland thought. Roland remembered the words of the Assistant Minister. Only now could he really understand the meaning of that sentence. She is the flame herself, and how could someone fear oneself? Soon, the iron bars turned from crimson to a light yellow, and they began to melt. This meant that they have been heated to more than fifteen hundred degrees celsius, and achieving this in a condition without any insulating measures, which was far beyond the imagination of Roland. Like others, he had stepped away from the cell, firmly attaching himself to the wall farthest away from the cell. If he had not done this, the heat the molten iron produced was enough to kill him even without direct contact, but it was also enough to clothes to combust, such as Anna¡¯s, her prisoner¡¯s smock had burnt to ashes and her body was now surrounded by a raging fire. Roland didn¡¯t know how long it lasted, but in the end, the flame completely faded. The torches were quietly burning on the section of the wall next to them, it seemed like nothing had ever happened. But Anna¡¯s burned clothes, the hot air, and the prison bars which looked like as if it was burned by the devil¡¯s minions, all this, told everyone that this wasn¡¯t an illusion. In addition to Roland, only the Knight Commander was still standing. The others had collapsed to the ground, the warden was so scared that his pants smelled of urine. Anna was now standing naked outside the cell, her arm shackles were gone. She did not block the view at her naked body, her hands were hanging naturally at her side and her eyes which were blue like the sea were restored to the tranquility from before. ¡°Now I have satisfied your curiosity, Sir,¡± she said, ¡°Will you kill me now?¡± ¡°No,¡± Roland stepped forward and wrapped his coat around her and said with a tone as mild as possible, ¡°Miss Anna, I want to hire you.¡± Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Reasons ¡°Second Law of Thermodynamics: Heat can never pass from a colder to a warmer body without some other changes, or it is impossible to convert heat from a single source into useful work without causing other effects, in an irreversible or spontaneous change from one equilibrium state to another the entropy always increases.¡± Roland carefully copied this law onto paper, writing in the language of this world. At first glance, the text resembled a moving earthworm. He really did not understand how the locals could learn so many varied and complicated characters. If you asked him which of the numerous physical laws would be the one to cause most people to feel depressed, Roland would choose the second law of thermodynamics. It tells everyone that this world¡¯s heat will always pass from high to low, replacing the disorder into order, increasing the entropy. Eventually, everything will end in nothingness and the universe will become deathly silent. And this world had broken away from the ever increasing entropy problem. It could make magic out of nothing, which was much more impressive than the theorized invention of a perpetual motion machine! The forces of evil? Roland scoffed and thought to himself that the people of this world did not understand the true nature of this power, and it was so enormous that it could even change the entire universe. Of course, for a beginning, he could only start to change this small border town. Roland hummed a tune, tore up the paper he had written and threw it into the fireplace where it was reduced to ashes, feeling the pleasure of breaking out of a cage. The assistant minister looked askance at the fourth prince¡¯s unexplainable actions, but fortunately for Roland the old 4th Prince had always acted in this manner. In the end, Barov decided that the prince¡¯s strange whimsy would pass with no need for him to bother about it, and he could see that the prince was enjoying himself. ¡°The killing has been completed, the ¡®witch¡¯ was hanged at noon,¡± reported Barov to Roland. ¡°Good, did anyone see it?¡± Roland spoke while writing, ¡°No matter, all of the condemned wear hoods.¡± In order to prevent the Holy Church and the Witch Cooperation Association from knocking at his door, Roland had ordered the dungeon warden to find a woman with a similar build and let her replace Anna on the gallows. In addition to the Knight Commander and Assistant Minister, everyone who was with him in the dungeon hush money consisting of 20 gold royals. This was an enormous windfall for them. Barov even proposed killing all of the witnesses, or they would never keep their silence forever, but Roland rejected this. He knew he could not prevent this secret from spreading, but this didn¡¯t matter because he actually wanted someone to spread the word, just not now. He would fall out with the church sooner or later anyway, those idiots who promoted the intolerance that caused such a waste of resources! On the other hand, other witches would hear there was a border town in the kingdom where they could live a free life, and could even get preferential treatment, what would these witches think? No matter what age in time it was, the talent one possessed was the most important thing. ¡°Then everything is alright,¡± Roland said, ¡°Next point, for the tariffs, taxes and expenditures of the year, you previously gave me a short summary, let me have a proper look at them. Furthermore, those workshops in the city, the places that make ironware, textiles, pottery and such, you also have to include the numbers and sizes.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll need three days to prepare these records, but¡­¡°Barov said as he first nodded, then paused and looked like he wasn¡¯t sure how to continue. ¡°What is the matter?¡± Roland asked. He was aware that finally, the moment had come where his ability was about to be tested. Yesterday everything he had done was questioned by the assistant minister because of his doubt in Roland, a scoundrel would always be a scoundrel, but having a bad character didn¡¯t mean that they were also brainless. To aid and harbor a witch, in the eyes of the assistant minister, was akin to declaring war on the world. ¡°Your Highness, I do not understand ¡­¡± Barov paused as he wrestled with his words, ¡°In the past, although you made trouble, it was always more harmless, but now ¡­ taking such a significant risk only to save a witch? The law to hunt them down was proclaimed by the Church, and even your father, his Majesty Wimbledon III supports it.¡± Roland thought for a moment and then asked, ¡°Do you believe that this border town is a good place to live?¡± ¡°Uh, this ¡­¡± Barov did not understand what this question had to do with the problem, after some time he gave his true opinion, ¡°no.¡± ¡°It is awful, compared to Valencia, the City of Golden Harvests or the Port of Clearwater, what do you feel my chances are of winning the rights to the throne against my siblings?¡± ¡°¡­¡± The assistant minister opened his mouth but didn¡¯t answer. ¡°Almost zero. So I can only choose to walk another path,¡± Roland continued as he watched expressionlessly as Barov took one step after another into the trap he laid down. ¡°The kind of road that would even impress my father.¡± He did not state the point that the witches were not inherently evil because to do so would have little success. Barov had been the Assistant Minister of Finance for twenty years and was regarded as a competent politician. For politicians, their personal gains were usually more important than the moral law of good and evil. Also taking the emotional route was not suitable for him, as Roland recalled the previous prince¡¯s actions, he found out that he really couldn¡¯t be considered as an upright and righteous person. So he chose to play on the eternal conflict between religious and secular authority, as the expanding power of the Holy Church was a constant thorn in the side of Wimbledon III. The Church claimed that the world worked in accordance with the will of God, and the pope was the voice of God. If the people found what he said weren¡¯t the truth, even full of lies, the dominance of the Holy Church would be greatly shaken. With the phrase, ¡°the witch is not evil, so I want to save her,¡± it would be hard to convince the assistant minister, but replaced with ¡°she is not an evil witch, and I can use this to attack the church,¡± Barov could easily be persuaded to accept this conclusion. ¡± Regardless how the territories of my brothers and sisters flourished, it was a foregone conclusion that everything would end in the possession of the church. They had already stepped on the divine right of kings, if only the pope can be considered as rightful ruler, then are they the actual rulers of this land or are we?¡° Roland paused for just the right amount of time before going on, ¡±even my father will have to place his hope in me: A leader who isn¡¯t suppressed by the Holy Church, one who holds all the exclusive rights of a royal king, his choice would be very clear. ¡± Changing the ¡°enemy of the entire world¡± into ¡°only the enemy of the Church¡± was easier to accept for many people, not to mention Barov, who was himself standing on the side of the royal family. ¡°In the same way, if he is aware of the extraordinary abilities they have, that they can pry open grip of the Holy Church, the execution orders will be nothing more than a paper joke. While there is no possibility to guarantee success, it¡¯s not impossible either. Do you think I¡¯m worth the risk? ¡± Roland stared at the assistant minister while saying these sentences in a row,¡±Do not falter now, Barov. You¡¯ve been an assistant minister for twenty years, right? If I can become Wimbledon IV, the word assistant will be removed, or even further, something like¡­ becoming the Hand of the King is possible, hmm? ¡± ¡­¡­ Looking at Barov¡¯s back who was leaving, Roland felt relieved. It was easy to see that he didn¡¯t think much of his promise, this was normal, even Roland himself did not believe that this just recently scraped together plan, which was made up out of hubris could be realized. But that was not important, the key was to let Barov believe that he really thought that way. A sheltered noble¡¯s son could only think of a simple plan, not to mention that the 4th Prince really hated the mentality of the church. At this time, the way to attract more witches was also paved. As for his real thoughts? Even if Barov knew them, he wouldn¡¯t be able to understand them. Roland summoned the maid, ¡°Call Miss Anna and tell her she should come to see me.¡± Roland happily thought that the following business would be the best. TN: if you¡¯re interested into the Second Law of Thermodynamics Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Training (Part I) In the rear castle gardens stood a single cottage, surrounded by a wooden fence. The cottage was built out of clay bricks and the ground was filled with loess, a mixture of sand, silt and clay. There was also a pond in front of the cottage with a circumference of roughly nine and a half yards and with the pond filled with an appropriate amount of river water, this environment was not only difficult to burn but also had a certain manufactured feel, it seemed to be taken right out of a dream. Piled atop the ground were several iron ingots, these came from the blacksmith and were placed there by Carter. The pond was very charming, Roland had immediately taken a fancy to this place, but as for a laboratory, this place was still too crude. Roland shook his head, realizing that using some random materials and having them build a perfect lab was not possible. If he could find a suitable place in the future and collected all the resources, he would get Barov to start making him a workshop. Calling Anna over, who had been resting in the cottage, Roland asked, ¡°How are you? Did you sleep well?¡± Looking at the bewildered Anna who emerged, Roland smiled. The witch Roland saw now and the witch he saw yesterday looked like two completely different people. After a thorough cleaning, her long flaxen hair draped over her shoulders like a shawl and had a soft and shiny luster. Although her skin hadn¡¯t been maintained due to her rough life as a commoner her youth made up for it, and the light dusting of freckles which were on the bridge of her nose added a youthful vitality to her face. Her body was still thin and looked as if a strong breeze could push her down, but her cheeks with a rosy color and the bruises and marks on her neck were much faded from yesterday. Roland suspected that witches received an improvement of their physical capabilities in addition to their magic. At least Anna¡¯s recovery rate had to be much faster than the average person¡¯s. ¡°Originally, since you experienced so many terrible things, you should be allowed to rest a few days, however our need at this time is very urgent, so I¡¯ll compensate you later,¡± Roland said before telling the girl to turn around in a circle. ¡°This dress, does it fit well?¡± Anna now wore clothes he had carefully selected from a variety of styles, all in order to satisfy his lewd tastes. The full protective clothing that the iron workers wore was too thick and not suitable for her, while the robes many mages wore in games appeared to be elegant and classy, in real life they restricted the mobility of the wearer and would quickly be turned to ashes. As for maid dresses, hey, is there any better clothing than this? Even if this world had no modern maid outfits yet it was not a big problem, the usual maid clothes were what the later generations were based on after all. So Roland directly took a set of clothes from Tyre and cut it to Anna¡¯s size, shortened the skirt, changed the long sleeves to short sleeves, made the the round neck collar become folded and then tied it into a bow, thereby creating the new witch uniforms. This was matched with a witch hat (customized), black boots (ready), as well as a knee length cape (ordered). In the past, Roland could only see this type of costume in a movie, but right now, one stood in front of him, looking so much like a witch from earth lore. ¡°Your Highness, you ¡­ What do I need to do for you?¡± Anna asked. Anna really could not keep up with the ideas of the great man in front of her, she felt that she was losing her ability to judge the situation. Being dragged out of the dungeon with a bag over her head, she believed she would soon be liberated of her cursed life. But after taking off the headgear, Anna found herself not seeing the gallows or the guillotine, but a magnificent room. Then a bunch of people flooded in, undressing and bathing her. From her armpits to toes, nothing was left unpolished. Next, it was the dressing room, Anna did not expect that she would have needed all these dresses to serve someone. She also never knew that clothes could actually be so comfortable, as they laid gently on her body, it was possible to feel the slightest friction. Finally, a white-bearded old man had entered the room, and after he ordered everyone else to step out, he had placed a contract in front of her. At this moment Anna realized, the man who had had said he wanted to hire her in the dungeon was actually this kingdoms 4th Prince. When he said he wanted to employ her, it was not a joke. The contract clearly stated that if she worked for the prince, she would be paid a gold royal every month. Of course, Anna knew what receiving a gold royal a month meant, her father, who had worked in the mine all day, had had his pay determined by the amount of ore he was able to mine, but the best haul he ever had was only worth one silver royal. One hundred silver royals could be converted to a gold royal, and even this depended on the purity of the silver royals. So, was her job to accompany the prince while sleeping? When she was bathing, Anna had heard the maids whispering, but she didn¡¯t think she was worth this price. With her blood tainted by the devil, she was a person full of filthiness. After she was exposed everyone knew her real identity, even if the prince¡¯s curiosity was compelling to this extent, even if he did not fear the devil, he did not need to pay her any remuneration at all. That night, however, no one came, and she fell asleep peacefully. It was the softest bed Anna had ever slept in, so she just laid down and immediately fell asleep. The next day when she opened her eyes it was already noon, lunch had already been served in her room, delivered were bread with cheese and meats. Before, she had obviously been ready to die. She had even decided to willingly give up her life to atone for her ¡°sins.¡± Those were her original thoughts, but after tasting the luxurious meal, Anna could not help it, tears started running down. Sauces and seasonings were mixed within her mouth, a strong hint of a spicy flavour mingled with a sweet taste, attacking, again and again, her taste buds¡­ Suddenly, she felt that the world was a little bit brighter. Anna felt that if she could eat this food every day, then even if demons attacked her body, she would have more courage to resist, right? Now standing in this garden which resembled an old temple, nothing like her prison cell, Anna secretly made up her mind. Since the other party needed her, so whether it was to wear strange clothes, or even using the incredible devil¡¯s power, she was willing to try. So she repeated her question, but this time, she did not hesitate. ¡°Your Highness, what do you need me for?¡± ¡°Right now, I want you to learn to control your own strength, try it over and over until you can send out your flames and receive them back freely.¡± ¡°You mean the devil¡¯s-¡± ¡°No, no, Miss Anna,¡± Roland interrupted her, ¡°this is your power.¡± The witch blinked with her eyes, her beautiful, big blue eyes. ¡°Most people in the world have the misconception that the powers of the witches belong to the devil, that they are incredibly evil, when, in fact, they are wrong,¡± Roland bent his body down and met her eyes with his own on an equal level. ¡°But you already figured that out, right?¡± Roland remembered Anna¡¯s chuckle in the dungeon, would a person who felt they were evil have laughed with such self-mockery? ¡°I did not use my power to hurt anyone else,¡± she murmured, ¡°Except for that looter.¡± ¡°Self-defence is not a sin, you did the right thing. People fear you because they do not understand you, they only know that with training witches can become strong fighters, but they do not know how to become a witch. Unknown power is always scary. ¡° ¡°You¡¯re not afraid,¡± Anna said. ¡°Because I know your power belongs to you,¡± Roland laughed, ¡°but if that looter had such an incredible strength, I wouldn¡¯t calmly stand in front of him.¡± ¡°Well, let¡¯s get started,¡± he said. Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Training (Part II) The fire rose up from under her feet but soon faded away. This was already her twenty-third attempt. And she had failed again. On Anna¡¯s forehead beads of sweat constantly arose, but she just used the back of her hand to swipe them away, and the crackling sound of rising flames immediately sounded out again. With no stops to rest, the end of an exercise was followed by the start of the next one. The witch uniform lied at the side, neatly folded, If Anna had not insisted on doing so, her new uniform would have already been burned to ashes. Fortunately, with Roland¡¯s identity as the 4th prince, getting a few spare robes for her to use was not difficult. He had his maid Tyre deliver a whole bucket of robes, gathered by the maids for Anna to use. The twenty-fourth practice had finally been effective, the flame was no longer rising from her feet. Instead, it appeared on her hand. She gingerly moved her arm, to try and have the flame go to her fingertips, but the flame suddenly shook twice and rose up her arm setting her sleeve on fire, even spreading from the sleeve to engulf the whole robe. Anna dismissed the flame but her robe was already completely burnt, so she turned to the bucket and got a new one. This wasn¡¯t the first time this had happened, but whenever it did Roland would look away, so that his eyes were staring at other places, even if Anna herself didn¡¯t care about it. As a matter of fact, if it weren¡¯t for Roland¡¯s strong objections, she would probably have taken off all her clothes and practiced in the nude, in broad daylight! But even if Roland were to get a good view of her great figure that way, he wouldn¡¯t be able to calmly work with a naked girl, especially when the girl turned into flames and her body gave off an entirely different kind of charm. Roland shook his head, leaving his dirty thoughts behind. For the moment, it seemed that it was not easy to master the power of magic. The actual goal he had set for Anna was that she should control the flame to such a degree that she could release her flames from her palm or her fingers without destroying her own clothes. However, he also wanted the flames to have a high enough temperature to melt the iron ingots that were in the yard. After Anna¡¯s thirtieth attempt had failed but before she could make the next one Roland stopped her and told her to take a break. Anna looked at him in a startled fashion but she gave no other response. Roland had to walk over, he even had to pull the girl by her hand, leading her to the chair and forcing her to sit down. ¡°You are tired; when you are tired you should rest. Do not be too impatient, we still have some time.¡± He helped her wipe the sweat off of her moist forehead and said, ¡°let us consume an early afternoon tea.¡± Roland knew that the nobility of the Kingdom of Greycastle did not have the habit of drinking afternoon tea and this world¡¯s productivity was so poor, for ordinary people it was hard to have the opportunity to taste such delicate food. The people in this world were not familiar with three meals a day, not to mention a fourth meal. As for the noble sons, they generally gathered together around this time to have some fun in bars or casinos. The prince himself had to temporarily take over for the maid and cook if he wanted to create the custom here since they weren¡¯t familiar with it. Since he had to prepare some light refreshments and they didn¡¯t have any tea he was forced to substitute ale, it would be important to get some tea in the future.. So in the castles rear gardens, in a wooden cottage, the first afternoon tea party of the Greycastle Kingdom was held. Anna looked at the dishes of exquisite snacks, not believing her eyes. Since when could something to eat look so good? Although she did not know the specific name of the cake she ate, it was pure white in appearance, and the bright red collection of fruit could make people feel their appetite increasing. Especially seeing the edges of the pastry decorated in an exquisite pattern, all of this forced her to change her worldview once again. Roland proudly observed Anna¡¯s bewildered expression, she looked like a country bumpkin, but also slightly frightened. Although the strawberries on the cream cake were marinated in sugar and didn¡¯t even taste fresh, there was nothing left of the cake. Roland found that appreciating the witch¡¯s face while she ate was more satisfying than doing so himself. Roland watched Anna, who was carefully placing the cake into her mouth, her blue eyes almost releasing a ray of light, and her hair gently swaying in the wind. Seeing all this his heart suddenly nearly burst and he thought to himself, It¡¯s not good to cook anything worse! Well, the cultivation of feelings as well as talent was also very important. Watching Anna while she practiced and accompanying her to enjoy the afternoon tea became Roland¡¯s daily life, not showing any interest in the government affairs. Barov helped him to take care so that everything was clear and orderly. Three days later, Barov delivered the information of the border town¡¯s industry that he had asked for to Roland¡¯s office. This was an absolutely unbelievable moment, the former fourth Prince actually had never the patience to see such a big pile of complicated reports. As a matter of fact, even now he didn¡¯t have it. Roland needed only to read two lines of text until he he started to feel dizzy, and he directly said to Barov, ¡°You will read it to me.¡± He spent an hour listening to Barov until he found a mistake, ¡°Why were the border town¡¯s annual winter taxes and trade revenues zero?¡± Since the winter temperatures were low, the decline in the harvest could be understood, but what was the meaning of directly returning to zero, had the local people the habit of hibernation? Barov coughed, ¡°Sir, did you forget? In the winter months it¡¯s the time of the ¡®Months of the Demons¡¯, the town has no ability to guard its borders, all the residents must evacuate to Longsong Stronghold. But rest assured, your safety is certainly the first priority.¡± ¡°Months of the Demons?¡± Roland seemed to recall having heard that phrase before. He didn¡¯t take the take of ghosts and the legends of wicked witches seriously, he considered it as part of this uncivilized world¡¯s nonsense. But now it seems that the monsters are not a fantasy since the witches actually do exist. Then¡­ what about the other famous legends like ghosts? When he got his education as a noble his history tutor had explained the ¡°Month of the Demons¡±¡¯ in detail. Every winter, after the first snow fell and the sun had gone behind the mountains, an intense darkness without light would descend. At that moment the gates of hell would open. The evil spirits from hell would corrupt living creatures, and turn them into the slaves of the devil. Some of the animals would change into powerful demon beasts with only one goal, to attack humans. Most witches were born in this season, and their power would be far stronger than usual because of it. ¡°Have you seen them? The Gates of Hell,¡° Roland asked. ¡°Your Highness, how can ordinary people go see them?¡± Barov shook his head again and again, ¡°don¡¯t say nonsense, the mountains they come from cannot be conquered, even being close to the mountains you will be affected by the foul miasma, first getting a mild headache, and then in severe cases even losing your mind. Unless¡­¡­¡± ¡°Unless what?¡± ¡°Unless the person doing it is a witch. Only a witch can go and see the Gates of Hell because they have fallen from grace and became the devil¡¯s minions. Naturally they don¡¯t need to fear the touch of evil. Mentioning witches, Barov glanced in the direction of the garden. ¡°The demonic monsters, have you ever seen one?¡± Roland knocked on the table to recapture the assistant minister¡¯s attention. ¡°Well, I haven¡¯t see them. Like your highness, this is my first time coming to the kingdom¡¯s borders. In the center of the country, in the castle, only a few people would have encountered the real demons.¡± If he needed to evacuate once a year how would he be able to develop this place? He initially thought that the border town was a barren land, but that it still had the potential for development, but now it seemed to be a pipedream. ¡°When we resist the demonic beasts in Longsong Stronghold, when they aren¡¯t invincible and when they can be killed, then why can¡¯t we defeat them in this border town as well?¡± ¡°Longsong Stronghold has a high wall. Also, the Duke Ryan¡¯s elite troops are stationed there. It is nothing like this border town, this small place definitely cannot be compared to it,¡± Barov explained, ¡°from the start, the establishment of the border town was to provide an early warning to the stronghold. Therefore the town was set between the slope of the North Mountain and the Chishui River.¡± So, his town was only cannon fodder to block the enemy. The only path they could cross, Roland laughed grimly as he heard this. Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Months of the Demons (Part 1) If Roland wanted to develop his territory well, he had to build strong roots in this place. Even though this land was a wasteland it could be easily reclaimed, when the territory was too small it could be expanded outwards, but all talk was useless if the people weren¡¯t willing to stay. If they could be forced to abandon a plot of land at any time, then who would be willing to purchase it? Who would want to improve its production? After the assistant minister left, Roland called in Knight Commander Carter and ordered, ¡°Assemble your men, go and find some of the local guards, hunters and farmers, they must have lived here for more than five years, and experienced the Months of the Demons. If there is someone who can fight it would be even better.¡± After the knight saluted and left, Roland rubbed his forehead, continuing to look at the data compiled by the Assistant Minister. The main exports of the border town were from mining and hunting, and the bulk of the imports were food items. Everything would be transported through Longsong stronghold or directly through the Chishui River in Willow town. The mining exports contained all kinds of minerals, like iron, copper, sulfur, rock crystal, ruby, sapphire¡­ This was completely against the concept of associated minerals. He thought of what Anna had said to him, that the North Mine had been rumored to be an unknown underground lair, until now there was no proven bottom to the mine and it was also unknown how many forks the mine had. The minerals exported by the town weren¡¯t paid for with the kingdom¡¯s gold royals, instead they were paid for with the foodstuffs that arrived. It stands to reason that, since the gems could be regarded as a high priced luxury, that in these last five years the border town could save a surplus of grain, but in the end there was no surplus. In other words, the annual output of the mining of the border town was only enough for two thousand people¡¯s yearly rations. Before the prince arrived here, the border town was governed by the duke who also took charge of Longsong stronghold, and he had set up this arrangement. In his point of view, he could save food and had a warning for the monsters. The fur trade was part of the local people¡¯s own proceeds, they ventured into the westward forest, hunted some birds and other animals, maybe sold them to the Longsong Stronghold, or to the residents of the small town of Willowleaf. Because of this no transaction would be made in the border town and so no tax could be collected. Roland thought, since he came, it couldn¡¯t go on in this way; the minerals could no longer be paid for with food. The Chishui river ran through the whole kingdom, and the traffic was not blocked. There was a transportation artery, even if we would no longer buy food from the Longsong Stronghold, there were still other places to provide them. This was all built on the premise that he could stay here in the Border Town, blocking those damn monsters. Carter worked quickly, by the next day he had found two local guards and a hunter and reported, ¡°These two men are from the town patrol, every year they are responsible for lighting the beacon. The hunter said he and the demons had crossed paths, he returned with a demon beast head, which he cut off with his own hands.¡± The three people bowed simultaneously. Roland nodded, permitting them to stand up; one of them stepped forward to speak. ¡°Honor¡­ respected prince¡­ Your highness¡±, the first guard who was called up, was too nervous to even speak clearly, ¡°Brian and I are¡­ are the people, uh¡­ When it begins to snows, we¡­ We will go to the north slope of the mining area¡­ to the Beacon Tower¡£ There it¡¯s first possible¡­ it is the first point to see the demon movements, if they cross over in great numbers¡­ we will conceal ourselves in the forest¡­ ignite the flames, from childhood¡­ The road we will withdraw at and the boat is prepared previously¡­ then we leave.¡± ¡°Since you both were together, let your partner answer it¡±, Roland covered his face to hide his disapproval,¡± the demon beasts, can they be killed? ¡± The other guard was also very nervous, but at least he did not stammer, ¡°Your Highness, it should be so. They were just ordinary animals in the forest, but through the influence of the evil miasma they become manic and ferocious, but they can still be killed. Every Months of the Demons in the past, Longsong Stronghold would sent cavalry, cleansing the land from the stronghold to Border Town of the remnants of the demon monsters. ¡± ¡°The Months of the Demon last how long?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Generally two to three months¡­¡­ it depends on the sun, ¡°said Brian. ¡°Depends on the sun?¡± Roland asked doubtfully. ¡°Yes,¡± the guard explained, ¡°Your Highness came to this town not long ago , so you do not know. In this Border town, once the snow begins to fall it will not stop, until the sun shines again, then the snow will be gone.¡± ¡°So the snow indicates the end of the Months of the Demon?¡± Roland recalled that at least in Graycastle it was not like this, basically the next day it would end to snow, also the sun would seem to be different . ¡°It is exactly like this, the longest time I experienced the Months of the Demon was two years ago, that lasted nearly four months, many people starved.¡± ¡°Why, shouldn¡¯t be the grain reserves in Longsong stronghold be large enough to support the town?¡± Roland asked. Brian¡¯s face got a little angry, ¡°They had enough. But Reynolds the municipal administrator who is responsible for managing such things declared that the amount of ore and minerals mined was only enough to buy food for three months, for the fourth month we had to deliver a new shipment of ore. But the Months of the Demons had not ended, we couldn¡¯t leave the fortress.¡± ¡°So that was what happened ¡­ I got it.¡± They were simply alienating the fool people. If Longsong stronghold treats these people who were living on the frontier with this kind of warmth like a spring wind, the frontiersmen would most likely want to stay and not leave, but at the moment it seems that the group of people behind Longsong stronghold were not the good natured sort. Roland beckoned the last person forward to answer, while putting the name of the administrator into his heart. The third man looked courageous and strong, with a height of over 6 feet making Roland feel great pressure. Fortunately, he came forward on his knees. ¡°You said you killed the beast?¡± ¡°Yes sir,¡± his voice was low and hoarse, ¡°a wild boar species and a wolf species.¡± ¡°Species¡±?¡± Roland repeated, ¡°what do you mean?¡± ¡°This is the name of the demonic beast, your highness. The more fierce the variation of the animals was before, the more difficult it would be to deal with variation after. And they will emphasize the advantages of the body. The wild boar, it¡¯s back fur would become extremely tough, even within a range of 50 yards it would be difficult to hurt it with a crossbow. The wolf species becomes more cunning, the running speed becomes amazing, to kill it, you need to set up the trap in advance.¡± ¡°Stronger would become stronger and faster even faster,¡± Roland nodded as he heard this, ¡°But they are still animals.¡± ¡°They are, but they are not the most terrible kind of enemy,¡± the hunter said until here and then he had to swallow his saliva, before he was able to talk further, ¡°The worst ones are the mixed species.¡± ¡°They are devils incarnate, only hell is able to create such a horrible monster. I have seen a hybrid. It had not only beast like strong limbs, but on his back was even a pair of huge wings, allowing it to fly short distances. And it always knew where I was, no matter how much I tried to hide, it could always detect me. It was not hunting its prey, your highness, it was just teasing the prey.¡± The hunter Liehu lifted his clothes, showing a large scar extending from the abdomen to his chest as he said, ¡°I lost my consciousness and fell into the Chishui River, I was lucky to survive.¡± ¡°Such a monster exists,¡± Roland felt that the world became more and more like a fantasy; a strong wall can block all ordinary kinds of demonic beasts, but if they could fly what should he do? ¡°Mixed species should be very rare, right?¡± Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Months of the Demons (Part 2) ¡°Not many, Your Highness,¡± the hunter replied. ¡°During every Months of the Demons there will only appear two to three mixed species demons, otherwise Longsong Stronghold would be in huge trouble.¡± ¡°Well, you seem to be very observant,¡± Roland ordered the man to stand up and asked, ¡°what¡¯s your name? You don¡¯t look like a man from my Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Half of my lineage hails from the Mojin Clan, the townspeople call me Iron Axe.¡± Mojin Clan, the people from the Shamin Kingdom, located southwest of the barren lands, it was said that they were the descendants of giants. Roland searched within his brain for any memories related to the Mojin Clan and realized that Iron Axe did not use the name his clan called him by, rather using the name given by the people of Border Town, and apparently he did not want to have a relationship with the Shamin Kingdom. As for why, since it was obvious that he was from the southwestern border of the desolate lands, he estimated, that there were a series of sad stories involved. But for the moment those stories weren¡¯t important; everyone was welcome in Border Town, regardless of his or her background. Roland clapped his hands, ¡°That¡¯s not why I asked you to be here, Carter, bestow each of them with ten silver royals, then they can leave.¡± ¡°Thank you very much for the reward, Your Highness,¡± said the three in unison. Afterwards the people were taken away by Carter. When he had finished his task, Carter returned once again and asked, ¡°Your Highness, why did you ask them these questions? Do you want to stay here?¡± Roland didn¡¯t express any opinion and instead asked, ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°This matter is out of question, Your Highness!¡± Said the knight loudly, ¡°According to the statement from the hunter, even a wild demon bear would be difficult to cope with. Outside of fifty yards a shot with a crossbow would have no effect; we would have to wait until it closed to forty yards, or even until thirty yards before making our shot, only our elite soldiers can accomplish this. Plus the demons are too numerous, and we can¡¯t rely on strong walls, only standing side by side with the local guards to stop them. I¡¯m afraid that the casualties would outstrip the accomplishments, our defeat would be assured.¡± ¡°You already saw what a witch is able to do, so why do you can¡¯t think positively?¡± Roland sighed. ¡°This¡­ The witches are evil, but Anna¡­ Miss Anna does not look so, as your Knight Commander, I have to seek truths by looking for facts.¡± ¡°If I would give you a city wall, would you think it will be possible?¡± ¡°What?¡± For a moment Carter suspected that he had heard wrong. ¡°If I give you a wall, between the north slope of the mountain and the Chishui River,¡± Roland stressed every word he said, ¡°Although they would not be like the enormous walls from Graycastle, but to stop animals, they should still be able to.¡± ¡°Sir, do you know what you are saying?¡± The knight didn¡¯t know whether to be angry or to laugh, ¡°Even your nonsense should have a limit, if you don¡¯t stop, you will have to excuse my lack of manners.¡± ¡°We still have three months, don¡¯t we? I looked at the past records, the first snow usually falls here at the end of the second month from now.¡± ¡°Even if we had three years it would not be enough! Building a wall would require many workers, for setting the foundation they have to compress the earth and every one or two feet would have to be reinforced; otherwise it would have a high risk to collapse. This would be the simplest of the earthen walls,¡± Carter shook his head again and again,¡±brick and stone walls are even more difficult to build and it would need hundreds of masons who would first have to cut the stones or bake the clay into bricks. Afterwards they would need to build it block by block. Your highness, all walls were built this way, without exception. A city being built in the time of a day and a night, that is only the stuff of legends.¡± Roland indicated he had heard enough, ¡°I see. You don¡¯t need to be so upset, if there is no reliable wall in place, I will evacuate with you to Longsong stronghold. I¡¯m not going to give away my life in this place.¡± The knight knelt down, ¡°I will protect you!¡± Afterwards in the beautiful castle gardens, Roland nipped at his bitter ale. Looking at Anna who was intently eating cream cakes, his mood recovered a lot. He had decided to stop the demonic beasts at the Border town ¨C joining the elite soldier with the town guards, he would also intensive the farming by expanding the area the guards patrolled. If he wanted to build the wall, connecting the north slope of the mountain and the Chishui River within three months, he must use an appropriate technology from the modern times. It was not the case that Roland had suddenly thought of this, previously he had checked the edges of the Border town (although he didn¡¯t go personally), in his memory remained a clear picture ¡ª the northern slope of the mountain and the Chishui River were only separated by 600 yards at their closest point, it was a natural bottleneck. And due to the all year round mining in the North Mine, it was surrounded by rock gravel mined from the cave. These gravel cast offs were ash gray, containing plenty of calcium carbonates, which could be used as limestone after grinding. With the limestone he had his solution, it would be equal to cement. Yes, this would change the history of mankind, to be able to build with a water hardening material, with raw materials which were easily to obtain, which were simple to prepare, it truly numbered among one of the most efficient tools for tilling the fields. Roland estimated the needed time, even if he would implement new technology, even with cement he wasn¡¯t sure if it was possible, the amount of cement they actually needed was too big, he wasn¡¯t sure if they could calcine so much cement powder within three months. And concrete toughness would be inferior, in the end they would need to reinforce it with steel, thus the probability to succeed in building a concrete city wall was not that great. They had to maximize the usage of the existing materials and save cement, so building a fieldstone wall would be the most appropriate choice. The so-called fieldstone, was a stone which had not undergone any grinding, it was just a natural byproduct of mining. This stone, because of the irregular shape of the edges and corners, there was no way to directly using it to build, instead it first need to be processed by the stonemason into usable bricks. But building a fieldstone wall while using cement as binder was possible, regardless of how oddly shaped the stone was it could be used, the gap between the stones was filled by the cement, saving cement and using leftover materials. With this the big direction was set, but the actual implementation, he was afraid he would have to do it by himself, thought Roland. Regardless of whether it was the calcined cement or fieldstone wall, both were new things. Except for himself, no one had seen these things, and also no one knew how to make them. He was afraid he would be very busy for the next three months. ¡°You, look here.¡± The sound of Anna¡¯s clear voice came from behind him. As Roland turned, he saw a small cluster of flames in her palm quietly burning, there was clearly no wind, but the flame tip was rising up and down, as if it would nod to her. She shook her finger, and the fire was like a toddler, moving slowly towards the tip of the finger. In the end, it stood at the top of the index finger, simmering down. ¡°You did it.¡± It was an incredible scene, Roland felt admiration from the bottom of his heart. This was not illusion magic, nor a chemical trick, but it really was a supernatural power. But this was not the most attractive thing to Roland ¨C many time more dazzling than the flame, was Anna¡¯s look. While she was intently staring at her fingertips, the lake water limpid eyes were reflecting the vibrant flame, as if an elf sealed within a sapphire. The traces left from the prison torture had already faded, though she rarely smiled, but her face was no longer lifeless. On the young lady¡¯s tip of her nose was a speck of sweat, the rosy color on her white checks emitted vitality, even looked at also can let a person feel cheerful mood. ¡°What happened to you?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ Nothing,¡± Roland noticed he looked at her for too long, he removed his gaze and coughed.¡± well, then, try using it to melt the iron.¡± In the past few days, except for eating and sleeping, she always repeated her practice, in front of the hardworking enthusiast Roland could only endlessly blush in shame ¡ª even in the face of the college entrance examination he did not work so hard. ¡°Apparently she will not need long, until she completely grasps this power,¡± Roland thought. Following that, his ideas of new projects can be set on the agenda. TN: For information about concrete and why it is logical that he was able to invent it. Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The Stonemason This week, the weather wasn¡¯t good, the sky was always gray, Karl van Bate¡¯s mood was like the weather, gloomy to the extreme. Walking on the wet stone street, from time to time there were people greeting him. In in this town, Karl run a school. At Graycastle those noble children with the talent to go to school, attended a different kind of college, here he was also teaching for the children of ordinary people. Therefore, in this border town, he had a very high reputation. ¡°Hey, Mr. van Bate, good morning.¡± ¡°Sir, is my son doing all right?¡± ¡°When are you free, Karl, let¡¯s go fishing together.¡± At ordinary times Karl would always smile and would respond to them, but today he just nodded, never saying a word. Since he witnessed the hanging of Anna, in his eyes the world appeared to be flawed ¨C or to say since his departing from Graycastle a crack seems to be rising into existence, but he deliberately turned a blind eye. He used his busy work to numb himself, and to a certain extent, he even used the innocent smile of the students, to cover this crack. Until Anna died, he thought, that the world had not changed. But after the hanging, the crack not only did not disappear, but it expanded. Regarding Anna, he recalled the memories of the previous half a year. Withinthe more than thirty children in her class she stood not out, with a normal appearance, she was never a person of many words, but there was something that let Karl felt a little impressed. That was her passion for knowledge. No matter what they would teach, characters or history, she could always remember it on her first try. Even if it was the boring history and evolution of the religion, she was always seen holding a book. He had seen the young lady help to take care of her neighbor¡¯s sheep, sitting down in the sun, Anna would carefully brush the sheep¡¯s hair, gently, like someone would do it with a baby. The picture he could still remember very clearly was the sweet smile of a happy girl, no matter what or how he could not think of her as a sinister and evil person. Later there was a fire at her place, and Anna¡¯s mother unfortunately passed away, afterwards Anna never came back to college. He never saw her again, until a week ago, when she was proved to be a witch and hanged in the town square. Be tempted by the devil? An unclean person? Evil? All fart! In his heart, he had for the first time doubts about the Holy Church, for the first time he doubted the knowledge they imparted. Whether or not Anna was a witch, he didn¡¯t knew, but she would never turn evil! If a yet to mature girl, a girl ignorant of the world and full of curiosity could be called evil, then the administrative officials of Graycastle were from hell and possessed by the devil too! In order to save several hundreds of gold royals, they deliberately stole stone material in exchange, leading to the collapse of the half-finished theater building; more than thirty masons of their guild had died. But were they hanged? Not even one! The judge finally ruled that the leader of the stonemasons was unsuitable for his job, he was punished into exile, the stonemasons were forced to disband. And Carl, who knew the insight story, fled out of the limelight and left Graycastle, he followed the road into the west, eventually ending in the border town. He managed to establish a college, with a lot of students, he already got to know the new neighbors, he found new friends, but the crime from the officers of Graycastle was always engraved in his mind. Now, once again he felt the world was mocking him- what was evil, the gods of heaven could they really see it clearly? The last overwhelming straw for Karl was Nana. Nana and Anna were nothing alike; one could even say they were the complete opposite. She was a very lively girl, quite well known in the college. Only seldom attending class, and when she was there, she could never pay attention, only lying in the grass. If you asked what she did, she would giggle for a while, and then she would answer that she was looking at a fight between a grasshopper and ants. Nana¡¯s face was always full of laughter; it seemed to be her nature. The evil world had nothing to do with her, at least in the college, she could always be happy and was able to laugh. Karl was even a little curious ¨C if she had ever cried since she was born. Until two days ago, when suddenly, with a long face, Nana came to find him, ¡°teacher, will I be hanged too, like Anna?¡± This let him knew, his student, Nana had became a witch. ¡°Ah, isn¡¯t that Teacher? Come over here and help us to look at what it says.¡± Karl felt as if someone had pulled his sleeve. He looked up and found that he had arrived at the town square. Many people stood around the board andshouted, that someone should let them know what the announcement said,hearing van Bate¡¯s name, everyone consciously get out of his way. ¡°Teacher, you coincidentally came, help us to look at it.¡± ¡°You are right, originally it was Meg who would read this to us, but the end result was, that before he could tell it to us, he got stomachache and had togo to the toilet, until now he did not come back.¡± Like always, he nodded with a smile, then he explained in detail the content of the bulletin board to everybody who listened. But at the present Karl discovered it was impossible ¡ª the smiles and enthusiasm of these people was not fake, but for him it was, but seeing this, it became more and more intolerable to wear the fake mask himself. The post of the hanging of Anna was placed above the notice, everyone was cheerily discussing about it. In a sense, you were her murderer; he could say it only in his own heart, your ignorance and fear had killed her. Karl had to swallow down his emotion, took a deep breath and walked to the front of the announcement list. ¡°The prince called for hands to help with the construction of new buildings for the border town, a variety of different kinds of jobs is available,¡± he said. But I am also one of her killers, and what qualifications do I have to blame them? The one who told them that witches were evil, was it not me? Karl had a bitter taste in his mouth, look, everything they knew I have taught them, word by word the Holy Church doctrine, I always thought I taught well, to hell with it! ¡°Stone grinder, they have to be male, from 20 years to 40 years old and healthy. Payment, 25 bronze royals per day.¡± Mud craftsmen, not limited to gender, over 18 years old, they should have experience in masonry, the daily payment would be 45 bronze royals.¡± ¡°Handyman, requiring to be men, 18 years of age or older, 12 bronze royals per day.¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± No, he had to do something, if Anna¡¯s death has been irreparable, then at least he couldn¡¯t let Nana die. Karl heard his inner voice shouting, ¡°the Mason guild collapsed when you did not stand up, Anna was hanged when he did not stand up, do you like what happened when you staid silence, helplessly looking at these lovely child, when she would be sent to the gallows?¡± But what could he do? Could he flee with Nana out of Border Town? He had his own family, a family who traveled with him from Graycastle, just whenthere live got better would they need to leave again? Even Nana herself, who was born into a rich family, would she leave her fixed place of life? Stonemason, not limited to gender, age is not limited, preferred are people who participated in building for the municipal administration, like the stronghold, or other fortifications, the city hall recruit for long term , with monthly remuneration of 1 gold royal.¡± ¡°Additional Term: People with rich experience and excellent performance, could get granted an official position.¡± After reading the notice, the people become even more noisy, ¡°paid monthly 1 gold royal, this is even better than the payment for the stronghold cavalry!¡± ¡°Will you go? Can you build a fortress?¡± ¡°You, just don¡¯t only stare at this, go get a job, every day you would get payed for the work, count together you would not get much less than with hunting.¡± ¡°Indeed, when going to hunt it is possible to lose one¡¯s own life and when you have to dodge it is also possible to get lost.¡± Karl van Bate did not pay attention to this; he concentrated on the seal and signature on the final notice. It was the autograph from Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince. Did the prince not know, that the Month of the Demons was already coming? Whatever he wants to build, at the moment it¡¯s not a good time to start. It seems his Highness knew nothing about constructions, provided that oneself could become the stonemasons, would he then brought to his attention ¡­¡­ Karl had suddenly an idea, perhaps through this recruitment, he could see the prince himself, the highest ruling in Border town. This thought let Karl swallow a mouth of saliva, could he convince the prince that the witches were not evil? There were rumors of his Royal Highness unique ideas, he should have a character different from ordinary people, but also that he hated the church very much. Maybe he could do it! He thought, although in the end the hanging of Anna was ordered by Prince Roland, but everyone could see he was not willing to do it. The prince himself was still in his early twenties, this should make it easier to understand, those girls were still in the marriageable age, how will they suddenly become evil and do unforgivable acts? Of course, there was a possibility that Karl would end as a Witch Helper, he would have to go to the gallows, together with the witch. The Church¡¯s law stipulates that anyone who shield a witch or who would plea for leniency, should be regarded as someone who abandoned himself and become a demon disciple. Only the prince, the prince who hated the church, could be his last hope, since only he could declare the church¡¯s law as a waste of paper. Karl prayed in his heart. Even though he did not know to which God he should pray, he closed his eyes and prayed for a blessing. In memorial of the dead Anna, for the sake of Nana who was still alive, andfor himself, so that his own heart crack would no longer expand. He decided to take the risk. Chapter 11 Chapter 11: Third Princess ¡°The sea breeze has become so cold.¡± While gazing at the boundless ocean surface, Garcia Wimbledon said while stroking out her wind tangled hair with a feeling of regret in her voice. ¡°Because the winter is coming,¡± she said, looking back at the handsome man standing behind her and giving him a reply. ¡°Although this is the south, it is not the deep south. There, people don¡¯t understand what winter means.¡± ¡°During the winter our fleet cannot be in the port, the ocean current will hold them down, we will be unable to move a single step. So at this time, they should be at the last voyage.¡± The woman turned around, ¡°Ryan, how much time has passed since the Blacksail Fleet has set sail?¡± ¡°Two months and four days,¡± the man answered without hesitation, ¡°if nothing else happens, within three days they will arrive at the Port of Clear Water.¡± She laughed, ¡°I hope they can give me a sufficient surprise.¡± Ryan looked at the woman in front of him, his heart was filled with emotion. When reflected by the autumn sun, her gray hair had traces of silver in it, her long and narrows eyes were a reseda green. While looking at her, you would feel an indescribable sense of oppression. Due to staying at the coast for a long time, her skin had gotten slightly rough, it was not longer as white as all the other women of the royal family were, but Ryan did not complain. In his eyes, Garcia had the temperament that cast any other beauty into the shade. Compared with those inbred idiots from the Graycastle flock she appeared to be different, rather the daughter of King Wimbledon III was a true genius. She possessed the wisdom and pride of a noblewoman, however unlike the other nobility, who would scrupulously abide by common sense, on that point, she was even a bit like the civilians ¨C breaking away from the ordinary, filled with expectations, with an extremely rich spirit for adventure. Of course, no civilian would have this kind of ability and vision, to join the rank of a duke right away, compared to her even the other aristocracy appeared to be lacking in foresight. All of the trade income of the Port of Clear Water was to be reinvested into the fleet construction, no coin was to be left in their treasury, the light of a miser would not shine very far. ¡®Hiding a gold royal in the cupboard would be without any meaning, when you don¡¯t use it, it will be like a stone. Only when you take it out, can it reflect its own value. The point is to spend it wasn¡¯t equal to losing it, as long as the investment is on the spot, the reward you gain, will go far beyond your own investment.¡¯ This auspicious method, Ryan could still deeply remember her telling it to him, it was almost like she was anointing his head with the purest balm, it easily broke through all the inherited concept of his former teachings. Compared to those nobles who spent their whole day saving and trying to increasing the amount of their gold royals, Ryan had the feeling that this was the true method of a ruler. So he has boldly placed his life under Garcia¡¯s command, vowing to follow her to the Port of Clear Water. After they had arrived here, Ryan had found out, that the third princess was far more than her philosophy ¡ª not only was she a person of philosophy, furthermore she was also a person of action. At the center of her plan was her Blacksail Fleet, and on the path to her ambitions, there was no hindrance that was allowed. Already five years had gone by, Garcia¡¯s forces have infiltrated the Port of Clear Water, organized and prepared her Blacksail Fleet ¨C and then, her father, Wimbledon III started the strive for the position of the King. In other words, even from the beginning, she had already walked in front of all the other heirs. ¡°Let¡¯s go back inside the room, the wind is becoming more and more powerful,¡± Garcia said. Her palace was located at the Blue water Port, above the natural harbor. The tower-like building seemed to be a protector stationed above the shore. On the top of the tower was a circular terrace, with an unobstructed field of view, it was possible to have a bird¡¯s-eye view from the entire harbor, seeing the coming and going of the merchant ships. Today, after her five-year operation, the business plan in the Port of Clear Water had already begun to take shape, every six months a barque would be launched. Furthermore, she had already obtained the people¡¯s trust. While the third princess seemed to be in good mood, Ryan hesitantly raised his biggest doubt, which has haunted him for months. ¡°Your Highness, there is one thing I do not understand¡­¡± he said as he shut the door, leaving the roar of the sea breeze outside. ¡°You may speak,¡± she nodded while smiling. ¡°How could you have foreseen all of this, even before the king has announced the King¡¯s order?¡± He had also thought that it would be impossible that her father Wimbledon III would mentioned it to her in advance, but even after having carefully thought this matter over he still hadn¡¯t come to a conclusion. Everyone knew, that the second prince was the heir that the king valued the most, the King¡¯s Order had been set up for him. This point could be seen by everyone, since the second Prince had gotten Valencia as fiefdom. Could she have guessed all of this on her own, furthermore already having started five years ago laying out her plan? God, she was only eighteen years old! ¡°Foreseen?¡± She showed a funny look, ¡°do you take me for a witch? I don¡¯t have that kind of ability.¡± ¡°Erm, but¡­¡­¡± ¡°Furthermore I did not know that my father would declare the strive for the King Order, paving the way for his treasured second son. In fact, there exists no connection between the strive for the King Order and my plan¡± There was no relationship? When Ryan suddenly become aware of this aspect, his mouth became wider and wider. Seeing the expression of disbelief on Ryan¡¯s face, Garcia smiled. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me I should have waited for my father, to first tell me that I should fight for the throne, would I have then have had the ability to fight for the throne? Similarly, would it really in the end have been the one who govern his town the best be the one to sit on the throne of Graycastle? I thought you understood my plan when you had seen the Blacksail Fleet.¡± So that¡¯s the reason, Ryan murmured, her fleet is not only for the battle of the throne. This fleet belonging to the third princes could change the sails after leaving the port, robbing the ships from other cities and countries. Similarly, the third princes encouraged the people to go out to the sea, to participate in her Blacksail Fleet. She promised, all the loot would become the property of the ship¡¯s captain, the Port of Clear Water would never collect any tax toward this profit. This move would bring her huge wealth, so this time she had simply ordered the Blacksail Fleet to sail straight south, to plunder any ship which passed the endless Cape, as well as the people of the southern Shamin. And these measures were not just for money. She did not take the plundered wealth to build cities or expand the land trade, she just invested it back into the yard and continued to build more ships. In the past few years, she had gained a large number of experienced sailors and fierce warriors, and also embraced the people¡¯s hearts and minds ¡ª if she couldn¡¯t continue to govern, all those who had participated in the plundering of the ships and villages would also be sent to the gallows. ¡°The best in governance of his territory would end on the Throne of Graycastle?¡± No, Ryan now knew, to be able to sit on the throne, she would need to posses numerous warships and soldiers, then she could follow the Sanwan River, even reaching out to pressure the City of Golden Harvest. ¡°You knew that you would be assigned to the Port of Clear Water?¡± ¡°This, contrary to what one might think was unexpected, a deal to increase the business value of this place,¡± Garcia shrugged, ¡°originally it was a pay back to the church who tried to fool me¡­ ¡± Related to the church? Seeing his counterpart haven¡¯t said anything more, Ryan also did not dare to question further. But he knew, even if Garcia had not come to Port of Clear Water, this place would still have followed her will, and moved according to her desired direction. ¡°Putting those matters aside,¡± she poured herself a cup of black tea. ¡°The little trick from before seems to have failed.¡± ¡°Ah, yes,¡± Ryan who hurriedly recovered his thoughts, replied, ¡°There is only news coming from Border Town, they reported that the pills have failed. There is no news from the other places.¡± ¡°No news should mean they were killed by my brothers, nothing to be surprised about. Originally they were chess pieces who had been easily arranged, only to be used in the meanwhile. However¡­¡± She changed the subject, ¡°for other pieces to fail is normal, but I would not think even my fourth brother would still be safe and sound. To tell the truth, I¡¯m a little disappointed.¡± ¡°Kingfisher said in the secret message, that the prince certainly ate it, but¡­¡± ¡°A failure is still a failure, I don¡¯t want to hear any excuses,¡± Garcia interrupted, ¡°soon it will be the time of the Months of the Demons. Our lovely brother will have to go searching for refuge in Longsong stronghold, right? When the moment arrives that the demon beasts invade, I am afraid that he will need to stay for a long while inside of the stronghold. Write to her, tell her to take hold of this opportunity. I would like to see, whether the goddess of fortune will stay by the side of fourth brother once again.¡± ¡°Yes, your highness.¡± ¡°You go ahead,¡± Garcia waved her hand, when Ryan was about to leave, the princess called to him once more. ¡°Ah, yes. I seem to recall that the pill had been bought from an alchemist master, wasn¡¯t it?¡± Ryan nodded. ¡°What did he say back then? The pill will be colorless, tasteless, and will melt inside water, if it enters the mouth it will be incurable, a guaranteed death, it was his latest alchemical achievements, right?¡± Garcia yawned, ¡°hang him.¡± Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Firing Roland stood by the kiln in the backyard, waiting for the first batch of cement being released. The brick house he had designed for the cement production was fifteen meters long and four meters wide. The front and back had each a door, the front door was as spacious as possible, so that people could easily transport materials into the house. Instead the back door was only one person wide, the only use was to let Anna secretly into the firing room. Therefore, he also built a wall halfway around the house, the import and export arrangements were guarded by knights ¡ª they were Carter¡¯s men, loyalty was beyond doubt. The cement production process was very simple. First the limestone would be grinded into powder, afterwards mix it with clay, iron powder, and then it would be calcined with a dry or wet method. It can be used after the final grinding with plaster. The raw materials were very common, only iron could be difficult to obtain and hold in a large number, the critical fact lies in the process to reach the right calcine temperature. Roland did not remember the specific temperature needed to produce cement, even if he did remember it, he had not the possibility to measure and control the temperature ¨C whether it was an infrared thermodetector or a thermocouple temperature measuring gun both were not available, this made the production of the cement countless times more complex. He only knew that the temperature was almost similar to the melting point of iron, and the calcination process was also a difficulty in the production of cement. In the era of the less advanced smelting technology, maintaining the temperature of the furnace has been a problem for all people. The heat loss of an ordinary open furnace was too great, it was difficult to maintain the temperature at 1200 degrees. But he would also need a high temperature resistance furnace, he would have to figure out how to make firebrick. The traditional iron making blast furnace would be forced to the point of melting, temperature may be up to the standard, but the narrow chamber was to small for the cement calcination, Roland was afraid that the time until the Months of the Demons was not enough. Therefore, Roland¡¯s design for the kiln had no heating measures, he purely relied on Anna. The broken down particle of limestone and clay were mixed together with water into a slurry, this was evenly spread within the kiln. Then the knights locked the door and walked away. Anna entered from the back door, her fire baked the earth slurry until it melted together with the iron powder. Roland was somewhat restless, this was his first step to upgrade Border Town. If he couldn¡¯t produce cement, building a wall within three months would be empty talk. Without the wall, there would be no people willing to stay in this place. Whether it was real life or fictional literature, if you want to progress forward, a stable base is essential. ¡°Your Highness, this kind of product can really hold the stones together?¡± Carter, who was at the side of the fourth prince asked. Although the prince had told him this was the latest research results of the alchemists of Graycastle, but he was still skeptical. After all, those people really haven¡¯t made any useful products. ¡°Who knows? Anyway, they said it would, ¡°Roland spread out his hands. The world of alchemy and astrology were known as the sage art, in the mainland these professions were very popular. In general the royal family would develop their own alchemist and astrologers, for refining and predict the fate. For ordinary people, these studies were too classy. In view of this, Roland naturally set the source of cement formulations to the alchemical head. As for the chief knight, he didn¡¯t matter. Through the window they could see the flame gradually stopped to burn, it seemed the calcination was done. When Roland stood up and went to look, Carter was driven out of the garden, so he waited alone in front of the backdoor for the brick. The gates creaked open and Anna walked out. First thing Roland did was to drape a robe over her, and brought her a cup of water, ¡°how are you?¡± The face of the witch was full of dust, due the wet processing system the amount of dust was low, but the hot air needed for calcination produced still some dust. She was not wearing a mask, staying inside for more than 10 minutes was obviously not too comfortable. She coughed and nodded, ¡°the slurry already changed into powder.¡± Roland waited until the temperature in the kiln dropped low enough, still then he wrapped a wet towel around his head, he grabbed the shovel and got into the back door. He was instantly surrounded by the hot air, for some time he felt it was difficult to breath, the skin on his hands was roasted immediately. Fortunately, taking a shovel of powder took not much time, otherwise if staying for a few minutes in this environment would cause a high temperature shock. ¡°Is this what you wanted?¡± asked Anna, who was now wearing the witch outfit. ¡°It looks very much like it,¡± Roland spread out the fine powder flat on the ground, using his finger to sense the temperature, ¡°to know it definite we will need to test it.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the use of it?¡± ¡°It is for building houses, or repairing bridges and the roads, it can be used in many other places too. If it is successful, afterwards the people will be unafraid of the wind, or that their homes could be destroyed, by the cold, rain or snow.¡± With the other hand he patted the girl¡¯s head, ¡°this was only possible thanks to your ability.¡± Anna lowered her head, Roland did not know if it was or wasn¡¯t an illusion, but he felt that the girl¡¯s breathing got faster after he patted her. According to the theory, it is important to fire the grinded materials together with the gypsum, with this it would possible to adjust the hardening time. But now it would be needless to think so much, after a short break Roland took the shovel again and grasped to more, then he called Carter who stood outside the courtyard over, letting him prepare three different mixtures of the powder with the sand to compound cement mortar. The chief knight completely didn¡¯t mind this manual work, for him, doing this kind of matter was many times better than the substitute fights for his Highness, when he got into a brawl with other young lords while he was on an outing with young ladies (prostitutes) in Graycastle. Because in the raw material was not added any iron powder, the color and luster that came out were lighter than the average, appearing to be ash gray. Roland spread the grout on a brick, and then putting down another brick upon it. The cement solidification time would be around four hours, but taking into account the preproduction of instability, he intended to simply wait until tomorrow to see the results. The second day early in the morning, Roland, Carter and Anna hurriedly rushed to the firing place in the backyard. When he opened the door, he saw that the cement had the appearance of the solidification condition, the two pieces of brick were tightly bound together. The consolidation appeared to be uneven, on some places appeared hoar frost. Roland crouched down, scraping off the aroused hoar frost, trying to press his finger into the hardened cement, the touch made his heart feeling pleased, the cement surface was solid, completely different from the touch of rammed earth, namely, the use of the nail to scrap didn¡¯t leave any traces. Carter repeated the action of the fourth prince, attempting to move the rock, but he also did not succeed. He even resolutely kicked against the side with his foot, until the connection between the cement and earth broke, but the two pieces of bricks were still firmly bonded together. At last, he swung the hilt of his sword against the brick, but only a small piece at a corner broke away ¡°This is the effect of ¡®cement¡¯, ¡°Carter immediately realized its role,¡± it is incredible. Yesterday it could also flow like a melted candle, just one night later, it¡¯s like a rock. With this kind of material, with this building the city wall would go much faster. As long as we have enough stones, we could even build a wall around the border in five years!¡± ¡°What¡¯s the use of that?¡± Roland did not accept it as the correct way, ¡°the tall wall would be unable to stop any enemy who comes from the inside. I would rather turn the old wooden homes of Border Town into solid concrete rooms, so that my people no longer need to worry about a natural disaster turning them homeless. ¡° ¡°¡­¡­¡± the Chief Knight was speechless, he really did not expect the fourth prince with all his kinds of bad habits would say this. ¡°In the future, you will see, Roland reaffirmed himself one more time about the important of the road he would walk ¡ª with regard to the numerous battles he needed to fight, science and technology was the first production capability. And here, the witch was the first productivity. TN: This image would shorten the chapter a lot xD Chapter 13 Chapter 13 City Wall Soon the cement production got on the right track, in order to permit Anna a sufficient amount of rest, the kiln was only used two to three times a day. To obtain the most out of each calcining process, they had to get more raw materials. For this, Roland once again issued orders to recruit more workers, until their current numbers were doubled. But he also knew that he could not rely on only Anna to do the firing. People who were working long-term in a dusty environment, would eventually become sick; furthermore, once future production scale increased, Anna alone would not be enough to satisfy the demand. The witches should not be used as consumables.Instead, they should serve as an engine to promote the development of civilization. Although Roland was already aware of this fact, at the moment, he could only invest all of his energy and manpower in building the city wall. After all, If they couldn¡¯t stop the demon beasts, everything else would become unimportant. Digging out the foundation for laying the City wall had already started in order to connect the northern slope with the Chishui River To increase the production speed, he personally took charge of the overall project. He dug out the first shovel of earth with his own hands in front of the shocked masses of surrounding onlookers. Roland thought after the problem with the cement was solved, building the city wall would be easy and relaxing. But he soon found out that his prior experience in engineering wasn¡¯t enough to understand a word from the project. How deep and wide did the foundation have to be? How to resolve the different heights of the sections? How to ensure that the more than six hundred yards long wall would be built in a straight line? He had previously seen the construction of a road by a group of young men. They were looking at a scale on their measure instruments; it was called a theodolite and level, right? But both of those tools didn¡¯t exist here! As an unfortunate mechanical engineer, although Roland and the civil engineer next door were called the two engineering dogs, the content they were actually learning was poles apart. Of the mud artisans who he¡¯d hired, no one had ever been involved in the construction of major projects, it could even be said that his own understanding was better than theirs. Therefore, building the wall started very slowly, it took an entire week to dig out barely half of the foundation they needed. Once a project got out of control, it would be difficult to say how the final product would look like. For example, this dug out foundation which was hard to dig, came out as shallow groove, rather than the foundation of the wall. It more suited to be called a drainage ditch. Despite Roland¡¯s descriptions, the width they dug out was more or less individualized. Thus, the width got clearly out of shape, becoming more and more narrow. While standing at a distance, the foundation practically resembled a curving and twisting snake. Even so, Roland was unwilling to stop the project. With little else than the digging on his mind, as long as it was not the time of the firing,which was Anna¡¯s job, he would stay at the northern slope for the rest of the day. Adjusting the direction of the pit¡¯s extension with the naked eye, slowly moving forward. Simultaneously he also doubled the reward for enlisting stone craftsmen. Fortunately, this predicament did not last long, when Roland was preparing the sixth cement calcining; Barov the Assistant Minister reported that a stonemason responded to the recruitment. It was said he was a former member of the mason guild. The people who were waiting for an audience had been already taken to the outside of the hall. When he got this information, he nearly burst for joy, in his memories the Graycastle mason guild was a famous organization, even the fourth prince had heard their name. But in the end, because of a construction error, they were ordered to disband. But how can we finish this without help from stonemasons? ¡°Take him in,¡± Roland put on a calm expression and nodded. He originally wanted to tell Anna she should leave, but then he thought it wouldn¡¯t be a problem. Border Town had more than two thousand people, very few had seen the true face of the witch. Moreover, her look now, in a bizarre new dress, and her appearance before, when she wholeheartedly courted death, when she was not her usual self, was worlds apart. He estimated that even if she was seen, she wouldn¡¯t be recognized. Karl van Bart felt restless when he was lead into the courtyard by the knight; he intended to inform his Highness, that this time of year was unsuitable to carry out a large-scale project. After acquiring his Highness¡¯ trust, he could slowly change the prince¡¯s view on witches. In the rumours his Highness always acted wild, what should he do when it seemed he would get the contrary result of his advice? With his thoughts in a whirl as he bowed down, when he lifted up his head again, he suddenly stopped and stared blankly ¨C the girl at the side of his Highness looked so familiar, he had felt that he was dreaming. Karl rubbed his eyes, then looked once again, he could not help but cry out, ¡°¡­ Anna!¡± Roland¡¯s heart stopped for a beat. How was that possible? He just wanted to hire a craftsman, but who could know that the craftsman was also the witch¡¯s neighbour? He could tell, that the other was absolutely familiar with Anna, if not, it would have be impossible to recognize her immediately. He looked at Carter. The chief knight got the hint, he immediately pulled the latch, blocking the only exit. ¡°Venerable¡­ Teacher?¡± Anna¡¯s reaction let Roland¡¯s spirit circle for a while before he came back to complete consciousness, what, teacher? ¡°It¡¯s really you, Anna, I ¡­ I ¡­¡± Karl only felt his eye socket warming up, and then there was something flowing down. He knelt powerlessly on the ground, constantly repeating, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯m sorry ¡­¡­ very good, too ¡­¡­ well ¡­¡­¡± After Karl van Bart was able to calm his mood, he slowly stood up and then bent over once more to pay tribute to Roland again, ¡°I¡¯m very sorry, your Highness, I forgot my manners.¡± ¡°This, in the end what is going on? Aren¡¯t you a mason?¡± ¡°I used to be,¡± when Karl had regained a calm mood, his speech became very fluent. His Highness had not killed Anna! The one who was hanged on the execution ground was substitute ¨C being aware of this point, he already knew how to progress further. Although it was unclear why the other party rescued a witch; but regardless, even if his Highness wanted to take her as his concubine even that would be much better than being crucified. This showed that the prince wasn¡¯t afraid that the witches were the evil incarnation described in the rumours. He described his experiences of living in this Border Town, since the time he fled out of Graycastle. Including, that he had opened a college here, and that he had found out that Nana Paien, one of his students, had also become a witch. Finally, he pleaded to his Royal Highness, that he would also take Nana into his palace, so that she would be safe from exposure. Anna, who stood at the side had a caring expression on her face, while listening to the plea for Nana, but from the beginning to the end she never said a word. Yet another new witch! This truly was important, and good news, but he seemed to remember the name Paien. When Roland quietly asked the assistant minister, he got to know that this was in fact, a small aristocratic family of Border Town. ¡°You can take her to see me, if she is a witch, I will make sure, that she doesn¡¯t get hurt,¡± Roland promised, ¡°But I cannot take her away from the Paien family, especially when she had not suffered any threat from her material family. Also, me rescuing Anna is not what you think ¡­ ¡°He considered, telling the truth would be better,¡± I need her help. The idea that they are the Devil¡¯s force is absolutely nonsense. I believe that the power of the witch, regardless if it is good or evil, can be controlled. So Anna, Nana or any other witch, as long as they do not break any other law, I won¡¯t condemn them to death. ¡° ¡°Next, we will turn to the town business, you participated in the construction of the Graycastle city walls?¡± The prince quickly changed the topic back to the construction matters. ¡°Yes!¡± Karl nodded. Although, his Highness the fourth prince did not resemble his prior knowledge of the prince; he did not expect that the prince would need a witches¡¯ assistance, however, his wish to protect Nana was accepted, that was enough. ¡°Well, I¡¯m going to build a wall from the Chishui River to the foot of the northern slope. The goal is to ward off the demon beast invasion. From now on this project is your responsibility.¡± Chapter 14 Chapter: 14 Ability ¡°Your Highness, how tall and wide should the city wall that you¡¯re planning to build be?¡± ¡°It should be at least fifteen feet high, six feet wide, allowing four men to advance side by side,¡± Roland had to nod inwardly, professionals truly weren¡¯t the same. They would first ask about the technical parameters and then determine the construction program. ¡°So it would require us to dig a trench one man deep to stabilize the upper part of the wall, in addition, for a six foot wide top of a fifteen foot high wall, the width at the base needs to be at least doubled.¡± Karl replied quickly, ¡°Thus just digging the trench will consume a lot of manpower. Your Highness, if you give me a hundred and fifty people, I should be able to dig this trench in the months prior to the demons¡¯ arrival .¡± ¡°A trench cannot stop the evil beasts,¡± Roland answered noncommittally. ¡°That¡¯s true, but if we build the upper section of the city wall with stone masonry, it would take three years. In order to only stop the evil beasts, you needn¡¯t build the wall so high, approximately 12 feet high should be enough. The width can also be reduced by a third, resulting in a six-foot wide foundation. With the simultaneous digging of the trenches and building of the wall, as well as an increase of the workers to two hundred¡­ That way, I could finish it by January next year, before the arrival of the demons. ¡° Karl paused, then said, ¡°Please forgive me, Your Highness, this really isn¡¯t a good time to start. In case the construction of the wall is not on time, even if the trenches were dug well, they will lose their original form after the soaking rain and snow throughout the winter. When you return, instead of finishing it, you would need to spend more time and manpower just to clean up the softening trench, excavating and deepening it one more time. ¡° ¡°Say, in case we only build the wall twelve feet high and four feet wide, how long would you need to dig the trenches?¡± ¡°It should be finished within one and a half months,¡± Karl replied. ¡°Then do it according to this plan, trenching and masoning at the same time, so that we succeed a month prior to the arrival of the demonic beasts.¡± Roland waved his hand, interrupting Karl, ¡°I know what concerns you, but take a look at this, this is the latest work from the Graycastle alchemical workshop.¡± Naturally, he had no time to allow the stonemason to see the gluing process. Instead, he showed him two bricks, glued together from before. Fortunately, when the prince spoke, almost no one dared to question him. When Karl heard that this alchemical adhesive cement can turn from a liquid into a solid form overnight, furthermore, it came with a sky-high adhesion effect, his face exposed his incredible shock. As a stonemason who had dedicated half a lifetime into his work, he could naturally recognize how great this invention was. Apart from stone binding, the most important fact was that it was possible to freely shape its figure! Wouldn¡¯t that be equivalent to no longer needing a second cutting and polishing process, being suitable for any loosely shaped stone? The time-consuming processing stage could be abandoned, and the construction rate of any building would be raised to a whole new level. This alone was exciting enough! Roland looked at the expression on Karl¡¯s face with satisfaction, and once again asked, ¡°What do you think, will three months be enough?¡± Karl van Bart¡¯s voice somewhat shivered,¡±If you¡¯re right, no, no, I mean¡­ If the alchemical workshop described this matter correctly, I¡­ I¡¯m willing to try.¡± Very good, I will let people summarize the detailed information of cement for you. If there are still other needs to discuss it, then feel free to talk with my assistant minister,¡± Roland laughed, ¡°Mr. Karl, from now on you¡¯ll be the chief of the employees office. ¡° On the next day Roland saw Nana in the afternoon. The little girl stared blankly at Anna, clutching her clothes for a long time, before saying, ¡°I¡¯m already¡­ Dead?¡± The first time Roland saw her, he had to admit that the power of the witch did not only give them the ability to use magic. To some extent, it also changed their appearance and temperament. She and Anna were very different types, but both of them had a unique charm. This feeling had nothing to do with age, and it was also unrelated to their situation. Even when Anna was in jail, waiting for her death sentence, the radiance she emitted still continued unabated. He searched through his entire memory, whether it was a noble lady with a very good upbringing or a street walker in Graycastle, neither gave off such an aura. If one insisted on describing it, them compared with a witch, it was like the witches were the colors in a black and white photograph. She was brought over by Karl van Bart, who afterward retired tactfully, leaving only Roland, Anna, and Nana in the backyard. ¡°You¡¯re not dead, Anna too is alive and well,¡± Roland had to hold back a smile, ¡°I¡¯m the fourth Prince Roland Wimbledon, and you¡¯re -.¡± ¡°I¡¯m Nana Paien,¡± when the little girl heard that she herself did not die, her expression turned lively again. She ran straight to Anna¡¯s side, beginning to chatter with her, unconcerned, disregarding the identity of Prince Roland Wimbledon. Roland naturally didn¡¯t care what a 14 ¨C 15-year-old girl had to say. Instead, he leaned on the round table and poured himself some ale, appreciating the ¡°day to day behavior¡± from the side.¡± Anna was clearly a little bit calmer. In the time Nana would say more than ten sentences, Anna would say one. Having said that, while Anna was only seventeen, she already exuded a big sister feeling. Roland couldn¡¯t help but think, ¡°When she grows up, how outstanding will she become?¡± When Nana¡¯s speaking slowed down, he coughed, opened his mouth, and asked, ¡°Miss Paien, I heard from your teacher that you have awakened as a witch?¡± Compared to the vast majority of people who used the word ¡°Fallen¡± when becoming a witch, Roland preferred the term ¡°awaken¡±. He was not na?ve enough to think that all witches were immaculate white, people who already had a malevolent personality would only create greater destruction. This is the same with weapons, they could produce violence, but they could also be used to resist violence. The crucial point is the person who holds the weapon. Perhaps the church¡¯s propaganda of the massacres caused by witches was based on the facts, but using this as proof that the whole witch community was guilty was the greatest of injustices. Nana¡¯s face once again stiffened, she whispered, ¡°Will you hang me?¡± ¡°No, of course not, the gallows are for heinous criminals. You¡¯re not one and Miss Anna is not one either, so don¡¯t worry about that.¡± She took a breath and nodded, ¡°I¡¯m not sure¡­ The teacher said witches were coerced by the devil and afterward got some evil powers. C-can I be possessed? Moreover, I have never seen the devil.¡± ¡°When did you find out that you, yourself, had become different?¡± ¡°Roughly a week ago,¡± Nana muttered, ¡°I saw a bird with a broken leg and wanted to help it. ¡­¡­ And suddenly, I felt something flowing out of my hands.¡± ¡°There were things flowing out?¡± Roland asked, ¡°What happened then?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ It suddenly enclosed the bird like a sticky bubble of water,¡± Nana¡¯s head tilted when recalling this, ¡°Then the bird¡¯s leg was healed.¡± Does she have the power of healing? Roland¡¯s heart began to race, he was very clear what this ability would mean. With the absence of antibiotics, there was no modern medicine there, people with a traumas or infection would likely encounter death in these ages . As such, rapid wound healing was almost the equivalent of saving many lives. This ability is very limited in promoting the progress of civilization as a whole, but it has amazing significance for an individual life. He immediately went to the door, looking for a knight to bring a living chicken. If it could be proved that what she said was true, he might be able to use this as a source to change the border town¡¯s view of the witches, ending the current situation of ruthless persecution. Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Flattering oneself Seeing the knight accept his order and leave, Roland returned to the table, ¡°You can heal small animals, so why would you think witches are evil?¡± ¡°The teacher said, witches can do what ordinary people cannot do, and sometimes it may not look bad, but that would be only a trap, set up by the devil to tempt more people¡­ ¡°The girl trailed off. ¡°I really have not seen the devil, I swear.¡± ¡°Of course you haven¡¯t seen him, that¡¯s merely the church¡¯s lie, your teacher was also deceived by them,¡± Roland soothed. ¡°The Church lies?¡± Nana¡¯s jaw dropped down, ¡°Why?¡± Roland shook his head, giving no explanation. Even if he explained it, they wouldn¡¯t understand it. Before a civilization develops to a certain extent, these kind of outlandish things always happened always happened. Even when no one benefited from it, people would automatically contribute natural disasters, man-made disasters, or incomprehensible phenomenons as a product controlled by someone behind the curtains ¨C from historical point of view, this was a boulder which in majority women had to carry on their back. And in this world, witches who owned a feasible power of unknown origin became an easy target for the church. Thinking about it, it was absolutely impossible for the church to ignore this kind of extraordinary appearances, no matter what. They would have to confer all witches as Saints, naming their powers as the gift of God; or kill all of the witches, stating they were the devil¡¯s spokesperson. However, once you choose the former, the majesty of monotheism would receive a heavy blow ¨C as soon as a witch not belonging to the church emerges. In the case of all religions believing in other gods labeling the witches as Saints, they would all be people chosen by God, and so whose god would be the only true god? Polytheism could only exist on the premise that all gods truly exist, capable of restricting each other. Since God was nonexistent, this was all symbolic crap that someone had created by running off their mouth, so why permit the opposite side to exist and share this world with them? So anyone would claim their god as the true god and believe in monotheism. And when it come to a member of another religion, there was only one way to go ¨C liquidation. In the end, they could only choose the latter option, to spare no effort in killing all the witches. There was absolutely no relation to the devil; it was only for their own benefits. A living chicken was prepared by the castle kitchen right away, and then the knight carried it by the wings, while it still fluttered and kicked in confusion. The next thing made Nana dumbfounded; Roland took the silver knife from his waist and had the knight grab it so that he could stab the chicken¡¯s body. When the chicken was wounded, Roland allowed Nana to come up and treat it, after curing it another stab followed¡­ this way they proceeded over and over again. After half a day, when the chicken finally took it lasts breath, Roland had a general understanding of Nana¡¯s ability. She could restore damaged parts, including cuts, tears, fractures and bruises. In case a part was missing, such as a cut off chicken leg, she could not make it grow new one. However, under full use of her ability the broken claw could be reconnected again, allowing the cut to be healed. Ultimately, she could not reverse death, once the chickens died, her treatment was ineffective. During the entire course of treatment Roland did not see any trace of the ¡°sticky water¡±, instead, she simply put her hand on the chicken¡¯s wound, and the wounds would heal at a rate visible to the naked eye. After these series of tests, Nana¡¯s physical exertion was not large; she was at least not sweating like Anna after her training. Only Nana herself was dissatisfied, she felt that the treatment of the chicken was unfair, to such an extent, that at the end of the experiment she widened her eyes and pouted at Roland. ¡°Well, don¡¯t just stare there, come and have something to eat,¡± upon seeing her, Roland without any better option had to summon the¡± afternoon tea¡± to shift her attention. This move was already tested against Anna; he thought that very few girls of their age could resist the temptation of delicious desserts. As it turned out, Nana¡¯s performance in front of the pastries was not much better than the former¡¯s. After eating the cake, Roland allowed Nana to leave. Anna asked, ¡°Why did you allow her to leave? Just like me, she¡¯s also a witch, right?¡± ¡°She still has her family, and at the present time her family has not found out, that she has become a witch.¡± Anna whispered, ¡°It¡¯s just a matter of time.¡± ¡°Right, sooner or later,¡± Roland sighed, ¡°so, it¡¯s a little late, but¡­ Do you want to see your father?¡± She shook her head; no wavering was seen in her lake-like eyes. It seemed that the betrayal of her father had made her completely lose her hope. She didn¡¯t have a family to return to before, at least now she had a friend. ¡°Nana will always come back, in fact, I¡¯m going to have her come here every second day to let her practice her own ability.¡± Hearing this, she blinked her eyes and nodded quickly. ¡°Do you want to go back to Karl¡¯s college and learn together with the other children?¡± Anna did not answer, but he felt that he could understand her inner thoughts. ¡°These kinds of circumstance are unlikely to last long¡­ As long as I am here, you will one day be able to live like normal people, anywhere you go there would be no one to arrest you, much less send you to the gallows. One day this will be reality, ¡°said Roland stressing every single word ¡± I promise.¡± * Since Karl took over the city wall project, fourth prince Roland suddenly settled down. He spent every afternoon in the castle garden, accompanied by Anna and Nana. Now they had no further need to prepare extra clothes for Anna¡¯s training, even if there were leaping flames on each of her fingers, she could still operate them skillfully. Now it was unlikely to be like before when a mishap occurred, igniting her own witch¡¯s uniform. Nana also changed her clothes into the same witch uniform Anna wore, at first she felt a little reluctant about the practice, but the afternoon tea session appeased her. Seeing the two witches come and wander around in his backyard greatly alleviated the bitterness in Roland¡¯s heart. Occasionally, he went to the north slope at the foot of the mountain to check the progress on the city wall. After more than two weeks of construction, the wall had already reached a hundred yards in length. In this era where a theodolite to measure the distance didn¡¯t exist, every day, at the same time, Karl would have the craftsmen determine the distance and evenness by using the shadows formed by the sun with the help of a wooden pole. They built a watchtower every ten columns to stabilize the city wall. Such a large-scale building project was naturally also noticed by the town¡¯s nobility, but in addition to finding Barov and asking him about this project, they took no further actions as if this had nothing to do with them. Roland did not complain, since their possessions were at Stronghold Longsong, they would definitely not stay here and help him guard the Border Town. He could even imagine these people getting together and ridiculing Roland, saying he had overestimated his capabilities. Not only had the nobility noticed the change, but the merchants as well. In the previous years, the traveling merchants would purchase animal fur, but now it appeared that there was no possibility to purchase it. One after the other, they began to set out and return to the stronghold. Naturally, the anger about their empty-handed return was vented to Roland. The news regarding the fourth prince Roland Wimbledon¡¯s building project to repel the demonic beasts in the Months of the Demons had already spread along the Chishui River, many calling it just stupid and ignorant. At this point, no one thought that he could hold Border Town; even the majority of locals did not believe it. After all, the impression everyone got from the fourth prince did not include the courage to fight. Regardless what he did, in the end, he would take refuge in the stronghold. In this manner, while everyone was discussing him, Roland welcomed his first winter after crossing over. Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Future route The flames in the fireplace were in full bloom, dispersing the chill which penetrated through the doors and windows. Above the huge fireplace hung the skull of a deer with long horns. In the glow of the fire, the shadows reflections of the horns on the back wall appeared to be huge claws and teethcompanions of skull. Opposite of Roland stood a long deep-red wooden table laden with parchments and books. Most of the documents only needed his signature to the execute the order. Usually, Roland would only be here to handle official work, but since he had transformed the castle room into a three-room office he had grown to love working here. Through the windows at the end of the floor he could see the town spreading out beneath his gaze, and in the horizon were the endless mountains. The mountains were almost impassable, they separated the Kingdom of Graycastle and the wild lands in two. The northern mountain slope was just a branching pass of the mountain range. At the foot of the window he could see the wood-fenced garden, which Anna used to train. In order to provide a convenient place for afternoon tea, the brick pool was already transformed into a long table. If the weather was good he could go down and lie underneath the sun, or maybe even take a nap on top of the custom-made rocking chair. Although it was small, it was nice to have your own personal garden as well. In his former life, if you wanted to sit on the stone steps of a real castle, it would be almost impossible. Just to look around, you had to spend money to buy a ticket. But now, he not only had his own castle, but a whole town as well. ¡°Your Highness, recently we spent a considerable amount of money from your treasury to recruit tradesmen and handymen. If this continues, I¡¯m afraid our treasury won¡¯t last until next year¡¯s spring.¡± Barov handed the parchment with the recent reports of the financial situation to Roland. Originally, Border Town had a very simple chart of income and expenditure. Their line of income came from ore mining and trade with precious stones. This line of income was in the hands of the Longsong Stronghold. The output of the North Slope Mine was directly exchanged for wheat or bread, without any taxes, and the exchange of resources was presided over by the stronghold. Described in simpler terms, the North Slope Mine was a joint-stock item of the Longsong Stronghold nobility. Those nobles stationed in the border town could be seen as the custodians of the shareholders, their fiefs were mostly in the east of the stronghold. They came here only for a limited time, and there would be different people each year. In fact, Border Town had less than 30 years of history. Compared with the nearly two hundred years of Longsong Stronghold, it was simply a newborn baby. Duke Ryan had only intended to establish an outpost here to get an early warning in case an evil beast invasion began. He had never expected that the pioneers who discovered a mine rich with mineral resources in the Northern Mountain Slope would just settle there, practically making a small municipality, named Border Town. In order to prevent stealing, the Duke did not accept manpower sent by the other nobles. Instead,he employed the local residents. Even criminals became miners, and food was prorated based on the output of ore each home provided. The stronghold would just provide some food and commissioned employers throughout the year. The stronghold only paid a fixed amount of money, it wasn¡¯t based on the mining output. Of the two thousand inhabitants of Border Town, more than half of them were in the mining services. Another line was the town¡¯s other industries ¨C the blacksmith¡¯s shop, tavern, textile shop and so on. From them, Border Town usually received a modest amount of revenue throughout the year, but it was quite difficult to have money left over by the end of it. The appointed Lord didn¡¯t govern Border Town seriously, since Roland was sent there from Graycastle. Instead, he had decided to stay in the stronghold, without returning to Border Town. As a result, when Roland wanted to hire someone to repair the walls, he could only pay them from his own pocket. If it was the fourth prince from before, he would have certainly never done it. But the current Roland, as long as he gained a firm foothold in this Border Town, even if he had to spend all his property, it would still be worth it. Anyway, after the ore trade would no longer be settled with food, the town¡¯s income would still be no more than a drizzle. The only question was if Longsong Stronghold was willing to give up their monopoly of trade with Border Town ¨C this would be similar to entering a tiger¡¯s den to seize food, but the inventory data provided by Barov indicated that the mining efficiency was low and the transportation of ore was inefficient and inconvenient. In fact, the value of the annual output of ore mining was more than 1000 gold royals, but for the entire stronghold that was only a drop of water in the bucket. The only ones benefiting from this were the partners of the investing aristocracy. In consideration of the long-term development of Border Town, this line of income must be recovered. Roland¡¯s mind was clear on the fact that even if these people could fully recover their investment from the last ten years and longer, they would still not easily let it go. While mosquitoes were small, they were still meat. Besides, this was a seedling that could be useful to make money by reprehensible means. Previously, he was willing to give the investors certain benefits and compensation such as purchasing for half the price and such. However, the case of selling a full ship of ore for only half a ship of cereal, this kind of incident was not allowed to happen again. While Roland was focused on pondering over the list of items, Barov was attentively watching him. In these three months, or to be more exact, in the most recent month, some inexplicable changes had occurred to the fourth prince. Perhaps outsiders were still uncertain, but he was by the prince¡¯s side every day, so this kind of change could at most keep him for a short time in the dark. During his time in Graycastle, Fourth Prince Roland Wimbledon was only known for his bad reputation. He would insist on his own way, behave unscrupulously, without any aristocratic demeanor¡­ things like that. In short, no big mistakes were made, only unceasing small ones. Compared to his two brothers, his position differed greatly. When His Majesty sent him to Border Town, he was filled with disappointment. If His Majesty hadn¡¯t promised him the position of an official finance minister after the fight for the throne, he would have quit and walked away long ago. Early on, in his first two months in Border Town, the fourth prince always showed an extremely childish behavior. He managed to offend the local nobility over and over again. Fortunately, the town itself was of a very small scale, so even if all administrative positions were vacated and he had to fill those positions with a dozen civilians, they would still be able to go on. But from now on, it would become something different. ¡°When had the change occurred?¡± he thought, ¡°It was probably ¡­¡­ it was after he saved the witch that the changes appeared.¡± Barov didn¡¯t doubt that the devil had the power to enter a body, or that the prince could be manipulated by a hidden witch. But this was extremely unlikely, if the devil and witches had the capability to control someone, why would they choose the fourth prince? Wouldn¡¯t it be better to directly control His Majesty or the pope? Another point which dispelled his doubts was that he had witnessed the prince holding the ¡®God Punishment Lock¡¯. This was the Church¡¯s trump card to handle the witches. The power of any demon would collapse in front of the ¡®God Punishment Lock¡¯, but Roland could hold it directly. In other words, in the case that he wasn¡¯t the fourth prince, when even God had no power about him, it was needless to fear the devil king, so was it necessary to expose him? To preserve one¡¯s own life was most important. The Prince¡¯s style still continued in his own way, behaving unscrupulously, yet the feeling Barov got was that both styles were not at all the same. No, Barov thought, it should be the opposite.The biggest difference would be the purpose. He was aware of what Roland was planning to do, in order to achieve the goal, he had to employ some methods which were difficult to understand for ordinary people, like the time when he tried to persuade him to save the witch. Perhaps the planning was not very wise, but the prince really had planned in advance, and believed in the results firmly without any doubt. This ability was the one that caused anyone to feel most puzzled. The title of king might be possible for any of Roland¡¯s brothers and sisters, but certainly not for the fourth prince himself. This thing was very clear, because how could he develop such a small place like Border Town? Even the gods couldn¡¯t do it! In the end, Roland came up with a crazy plan, the crazy plan to set up a defensive line outside of Border Town, so that they can develop better than the City of Golden Harvest. Was he really thoroughly convinced that this project would be successful? If he was merely a madman, it would be bad enough. But for Roland, who vigorously built the city wall, that did not seem to be the case. He really planned to defend this place, merely with the help of the alchemical product ¡®cement¡¯, to build a wall, which is for the common sense, almost impossible. Within Barov¡¯s family there was also an alchemist, but he had never heard of an alchemical workshop refining such a thing. The solution for the construction of the wall was based on something no one had seen before, in the end, was he only confident in himself, or was it just his reckless behavior? ¡°To what extent did Roland¡¯s plan go, and in the end how much do I know of Roland¡¯s scheme?¡± Barov found himself interested in the approaching days. Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Ambassador (Part 1) ¡°This is such a rotten place.¡± When stronghold emissary Petrov stepped out of his cabin, the smell of decayed wood hit him in the face. The surrounding air was damp and oppressive, causing people to feel entirely uncomfortable. He lifted his head up and inhaled through the nose. The sky was completely overcast, and it seemed that heavy rain was incoming. ¡°The last time you came here was a year ago,¡±said the assistant to the ambassador while he graciously put a wool coat on the ambassador¡¯s shoulders, ¡°There is nothing here, except stone.¡± ¡°It was a year and a half.¡± Petrov corrected. ¡°Every season the Duke chose a different person to come around. The last time I was in Border Town, it was summer. But in addition to ore they have more, like a good variety of furs, and¡­¡° ¡°What?¡± His assistant had a blank look on his face. Petrov shook his head and did not answer. He crossed over the side of the ship, stepping on the pier covered with moss, and a plank gave off a creaking sound from under his foot. The wood would probably continue to support the dock for a few years, but then it would break down, he thought. Border town not only had stone and fur, but even¡­ land. But speaking about this hadn¡¯t any meaning, the assistant was only an unknown city hall officer, he was unable to see this point. Between Longsong Stronghold and Border Town was a large area of wild land, which still needed to be cleared for cultivation. On one side was the impassable mountain range, while on the other side was the Chishui River, long and narrow like a corridor. As an outpost for the stronghold, if they assumed responsibility of the defensive line, it would also bring the wide expanse of land into the possession of the stronghold. The land had not been cultivated, so it didn¡¯t require any recuperation before plowing. Instead, many circles of crops could be planted, and on top of that, it had a natural line of defense on both sides. In the end, to produce enough for everyone to eat, it was not required to expend much effort. The food shortage in Border Town was just a way to relieve the stronghold of the problems caused by a growing population. In the future Border Town and the stronghold should become one territory, rather than the two separated territories they are now. The only drawback was that it would need a three to five year-long operation, as well as large sums of money in advance. Unfortunately, when talking about the foresight of investment, most of the nobility were bad businessmen. ¡°Hey, how can it be that the yard is empty?¡± The assistant pointed to a distant piece of land. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t they have the ore ready?¡± Petrov sighed softly, ¡°We will go to the castle, and have an audience with His Royal Highness.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ Mr. Ambassador, do you know if he will receive you?¡± He didn¡¯t know if His Majesty would, but in his heart he didn¡¯t want to say it. ¡°Let¡¯s go, the stables are just in front.¡± Trouble came now that the stronghold and Border town were divided into two separate territories. Because of the King¡¯s order to fight for the throne, the 4th prince was left in solitude. How would a normal aristocratic or royal member ever be here? Of course they would take all of this land for themselves. Selling minerals and jewelry in exchange for food and bread? I am afraid that the prince¡¯s eyes only can see gold royals. If it was himself, he would do it. To helplessly watch as one¡¯s own territory output is exchanged for only food¡­ The ambassador was afraid that nobody would accept this situation. In addition, the products didn¡¯t have to go to the stronghold. Most of the nobility forgets the fact that the Chishui River didn¡¯t end at the Longsong Stronghold. He could sell the ore at market price in Willow Town, in Dragon Mountain, or even in Red City, then take people from their cities as new refugees ¨C it was nothing more than a little further down the river. What could the Longsong Stronghold do then? Block the river, and cut off the prince and his party? It would simply be a defiance of the royal family of Graycastle! Everyone knew that the 4th prince was least likely to become the king, but without a doubt, it would still not be good to defy him because he was still of the king¡¯s blood. . The Ambassador and his assistant rode on rented horses, coming slowly forward on the stone road along the river. The stables only had old horses of mixed colors; even if they rode slowly, the horses would still tremble. And for these two stupid horses, he had still to pay a deposit of two gold royals. ¡°You see, sir, is that a boat from Willow Town?¡± Hearing his aide shout, he looked in the direction he pointed, only to see a ship with a willow leaf on their green banner, hanging on their single pole, slowly sailing down the river. The hull waterline was very high, indicating that it was loaded with cargo. Petrov blankly nodded, but his heart sank, the prince moved faster than he had expected. If the prince had begun to contact those towns and cities downstream, the bargaining chips in his own hands lost value. He originally intended to acquire the ore for 30 percent lower than the normal price, so that he would still earn something. Not to mention, after the stones were turned into polished jewelry, the price of luxury goods were several times higher. Unfortunately, this was not a monopoly, nor was it only his family who had the final say. Participating in the mining project in Border Town were six noble families. If they lacked majority consent, then there would be no resolution. However, they were slow in reacting, thinking that the situation was the same as before¡­ Or, they thought the mining project was not worth that much attention. Anyway, the remaining five were indifferent, even his own father confidently rejected him. In fact, they were wrong, the low reward of the mining output was mainly due to few other trading possibilities, if they transitioned to the normal trade, they could earn more. And if you earn more, you will be likely to produce more ore next year. Could they achieve the monopoly scheme they thought out before? In all likelihood, no, it certainly couldn¡¯t be realized. Petrov thought, since he could see the empty yard, the prince did not intend to let these minerals be exchanged for poor quality wheat, he had to contact the other buyers. If they still wanted to hold this line of business, a thirty percent discount was his best bargaining chip. Since the distance between Willow Town and Border Town was further, this would end in an increase of the transportation costs, but Willow Town had more than one source of ore; the first price they would offer would likely be lower than the market price by half. As for Dragon Mountain and Red Town, the price would be even lower, so the 4th prince would agree to Longsong Stronghold monopoly ¨C especially for the gem trade. But the problem was, if he signed a contract, would his father agree with it? The other five families believed that it would be a simple matter to let Border Town surrender, should he dismiss the interests of the family to get the contract? After all, in their eyes, Border Town was still controlled by their own Longsong Stronghold, and everything could be given or taken away by them. They slowly crossed the town, heading toward the castle located in the southeast corner. It was not Petrov¡¯s first time here, but this time the owner had changed. When the guards saw the ambassador, they immediately went in and informed the Lord. 4th prince Roland Wimbledon quickly summoned Petrov, and when the two were guided into the hall; the prince was already sitting at the main seat waiting. ¡°Mr. Ambassador, please sit down.¡± Roland clapped his hands and let the maid bring hearty meals. Grilled whole chicken, a wild boar leg with mushroom stew, butter bread and a large bowl of vegetable soup. Obviously, in this borderland, the royal children hadn¡¯t the slightest impairment of personal enjoyment. Petrov naturally didn¡¯t hesitate, he traveled by ship from Longsong Stronghold to Border Town, and even with favorable wind it took two days; if it was a multi-masted cargo ship, it would have been even slower, maybe three to five days. There was no kitchen on board, so it usually came with eating dried meat strips or wheat bread. Seeing the billowing hot dishes, he felt saliva surging in his throat. But thanks to years of training in aristocratic culture, he could maintain perfect dining etiquette. On the contrary, His Highness¡¯ eating habits were a lot worse ¨C in particular his use of the knife and fork. Petrov noted that in addition to the carving knife, the 4th prince used a pair of small sticks. When the slicing was completed, he used the sticks for all the other moves. And it looked like¡­ two sticks were much more convenient than a fork. ¡°What do you think?¡± At the end of the meal, Roland suddenly questioned the ambassador. ¡°Uh, what?¡± For a moment the ambassador lost his spirit. ¡°This,¡± Roland shook the hands with the sticks, before answering Petrov, ¡°The iron fork, for most people it is a luxury, not to mention a silver fork. When you are eating directly with your hand, it is very easy to put dirty things together with the normal food in the belly. Disease enters by the mouth, you know? ¡° The ambassador didn¡¯t know how to answer, he didn¡¯t understand the meaning of ¡®diseases enters by the mouth¡¯, but according to his understanding of the previous sentence, Roland was probably referring to the dirt stuck on food, and it would be easy to get sick when eating it. But when someone tried to diagnose the sickness, no one knew the reason why they died. ¡°How many sticks do you think you can get by cutting down one oak tree in the forest? These sticks are clean and easy to get. I¡¯m going to promote this in the town.¡± The prince sipped his wine and continued, ¡°Of course, now my people don¡¯t get much meat to eat, but I will slowly change that.¡± Petrov felt relieved, he now knew how to answer. Routinely, he expressed his support and blessing, but in his heart he did not agree. Let all the people have meat? That would simply be whimsical, even Graycastle could not do this, and this Border Town was in this desolate land. Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Ambassador (Part 2) The banquet went on. There was a fairly harmonious atmosphere during the dinner. The 4th prince didn¡¯t talk about ore trade as he found it inconvenient to say anything. When the prince told the maid to deliver the dessert, Petrov tentatively mentioned the trade. ¡°Your Highness, according to the previous procedure, today should be the day when you deliver the ore, but I don¡¯t see any ore in the terminal yard.¡± Roland put down his small wood sticks and nodded, ¡°Unfortunately, the northern slope mine collapsed a while back, this month my people can only try to resume production. However, the gravel from the collapse has not been cleared yet. According to the schedule, we will be able to start mining again at the beginning of next year.¡± The mine collapsed? For a moment, Petrov was stunned, was that a coincidence? However, he quickly realized that the prince did not have the need to lie. Otherwise, if he himself went to the North Slope Mine, everything would be clear, so it was obvious that with a lie Roland would only beat his own face. ¡°Then¡­ what happened to the ore from before the collapse?¡° ¡°That wasn¡¯t much, the amount mined was according to the convention, my people were unable to mine more than the amount set by the convention..¡± Roland emphasized the words in a practiced manner, ¡°Mr. Ambassador, you should also remember what happened during the Months of the Demons two years ago, right?¡± Of course Petrov remembered it, the cold lasted for four months and in Border Town nearly one out of every two people starved to death. The cause of this was municipal Administrative Governor Reynold¡¯s avaricious and insatiable greed. Between the aristocracy there was naturally internal opposition, some nobles even wanted to punish governor Reynold afterwards. But at the end of this incident nothing happened, only because he was the husband of the Duke¡¯s second daughter. Now when this was mentioned by the prince, Petrov got a bad feeling. ¡°This time it will be even worse,¡± Roland sighed, ¡± with what we could mine before, it was probably only enough for two months of food. I will try to support my people,but I¡¯m afraid they won¡¯t survive the winter, sir. The old ways of trade must be abolished!¡± Petrov opened his mouth, but he didn¡¯t know how to refute. He wasn¡¯t a professional diplomat. In face of such a good reason, he really couldn¡¯t point out any problems, so he could only delay the matter for the time being, ¡°Your Highness, I have to express my regret. This time will not be a repeat of the tragedy before, I can afford to loan you a month of food, and when your people are able to resume production next year, they can slowly repay the debt. ¡° ¡°I already sold the ore to Willow Town, we can slowly repay you with their money.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°There is no ¡®but¡¯, however,¡± Roland immediately interrupted him, ¡°they are willing to buy the ore with gold royals, and at the same time they sell wheat, cheese, bread, honey and more at market price¡­ which we can buy with the royals we got from the former transaction. But,Mr. Ambassador, even if you are willing to lend us a month of food, would the other five factions agree with your decision? As far as I know, it isn¡¯t even easy for Duke Ryan to reach an agreement with the other families.¡± Petrov kept silent, the 4th prince had put it right. Not just the remaining five, he even feared his own father wouldn¡¯t agree. If they wanted to maintain the monopoly, it would be necessary to modify the trading scheme, but he did not know how he could have the last word. He was called an ambassador, but in reality, he was just the spokesperson. Perhaps the Duke did not want someone to come to any private agreements with Border Town, right? Whether it was during the time of the former governor or now with the 4th prince, he assigned a different candidate every season, and these people were never the rulers of their families. Regardless of the outcome, he had to try, so when he thought up to this point, Petrov spread out his last cards. ¡°Thirty.¡± he held up three fingers, ¡°Longsong Stronghold will buy the ore and rough gems for less than thirty percent of the market price. I think this price should be higher than the price of Willow Town, Your Highness.¡± Roland responded, ¡°Indeed it is higher, but there is still the old question, can you guarantee the agreement of all 6 families?¡± ¡°I will immediately go back to Longsong Stronghold tomorrow. After I get an agreement, I will come back with a new contract.¡± ¡°But my people are unable to wait that long. You should know, that if you want to reach an agreement between the aristocracy, it is usually very time consuming.¡± ¡°Your Highness, the cooperation with Longsong Stronghold would be a better choice for you and your people. Willow Town is too far away, so you and your people can also escape to them during the Months of the Demons,¡± when speaking up to this point Petrov felt that his throat became dry, ¡°but the road isn¡¯t easy¡­ it is quite dangerous.¡± Good God, what the hell am I doing? Petrov¡¯s heart pounded madly, did he really threaten the prince? ¡°Ha ha ha ha!¡± surprisingly, Roland did not fly into a rage, but instead laughed, ¡°Mr. Ambassador, you seem to have mistaken something, I never thought of retreating to Willow Town.¡± ¡°What do you mean¡­¡± ¡°Of course, I didn¡¯t intend to go to Longsong Stronghold either.¡± Roland watched the ambassador¡¯s expression with interest, ¡°I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡± Petrov momentary doubted whether his ears got it right or wrong. Fortunately, the prince didn¡¯t let this awkward silence continue for long, and he then explained, ¡°This winter, I will always stay in Border Town. Border Town will become the new border of our kingdom. Do not be so surprised, my friend, I¡¯m not spouting nonsense, I can show you the new masonry walls at the Northern Mountain Slope . ¡° ¡°City¡­ Wall?¡± ¡°Yes, connecting the North Slope Mountain and Chinshui River is a twelve foot high and four foot wide stone wall. With this, we can defeat the demonic beasts here at Border Town.¡± Petrov felt his brain power wasn¡¯t enough, when the former ambassador got back last season, he did not mention any city walls. No, at that time the lord of Border Town and the people were at Longsong Stronghold, how could they build the wall with the limited manpower they had? In other words, when the 4th prince arrived, he immediately began to build the city walls? Even so, until now it had only been only three months, so how could they have built something in this short amount of time? Also¡­ What was it His Highness just said? Twelve feet high and four feet wide, connecting the North Slope Mountain and Shishui River? Petrov estimated this in his heart, building a wall of this size wasn¡¯t something possible to be done in less than 3 to 5 years, and first of all he did not even have enough stone masons for cutting and grinding so many stones! Even more, Border Town was only a mining town, most of the people living here were only common people. When he hadn¡¯t even digested this news, Roland¡¯s next sentence also shocked him incomparably. ¡°As for the ore sales, starting next year, I will be willing to reduce the price by half, sir, but we will not only sell to Longsong Stronghold, because you don¡¯t really need that much ore. I think compared to the low profits of ore, you would prefer some more metal products, such as spades, shovels and the like.¡± Here again he paused, waiting until it seemed like Petrov understood the meaning of his words,¡± As for rough gems, we will sell them in the form of an auction, the businessman with the highest bid will be able to buy them. I would prefer to polish the stones myself, but unfortunately in the current Border Town there is no one with such an ability. ¡° But you¡¯re saying you have the ability to build the wall in this few months! Petrov¡¯s heart nearly burst from anger, and what does he mean, that Longsong Stronghold doesn¡¯t require so much ore? It¡¯s a mere output of one thousand gold royals, even if the production would be increased, Longsong Stronghold could double it! Two thousand gold royals cannot be handled by Longsong Stronghold? That is a bit too arrogant! He forced back the grievances of his heart, and tried to maintain a composed look, ¡°Everything you said I have remembered, Your Highness. I will immediately go back and negotiate with the six families. But, the city walls you mentioned before¡­ I first want to have a look. ¡° ¡°Of course,¡± Roland smiled, ¡°but do not be into too much of a rush, let us first enjoy and finish these kingly flavored pastries. After that, it wouldn¡¯t be too late to start, right Mr. Ambassador?¡± Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Lessons After entering winter, the first rain finally fell. The rain had already lasted for two days without stopping. Roland leaned over his desk and looked out of the window. The rain was blown upwards by the wind, hitting against the glass again and again, creating bursts of ripples. Under the refraction of the ripples, the image of the small town became distorted. The houses and the streets were bent in deformation, without any regular form. Due to the lack of any effective drainage measures, the stone roads were interlocked with streams of flowing water, from afar, it resembled many brooks of clear and crystalline water. The distant mountains and forests were obscured by mist, and were faintly discernible, just like the border to the human world. If such a landscape was placed into modern times, it would certainly be a tourist attraction, but what Roland wanted to see was a jungle made of concrete and steel. Because of the rain, the city wall construction also had to stop. This let his feeling of success, which he got on the day before yesterday when he ¡°discouraged¡± the stronghold messenger, fade away. ¡°You just said that the air around us is made up of many different kinds of gases, is that true? ¡° Anna¡¯s clear voice had interrupted Roland¡¯s thoughts, and when he looked towards her, Anna blinked her beautiful blue eyes questionably. ¡°Ahem, Miss Anna, you should address His Highness with honorifics,¡± warned Carter from the side. ¡°Don¡¯t be so particular about it,¡± Roland turned around, ¡°she is now my student.¡± During the rain, he had called for Carter and the two witches to attend their own class ¨C yes, he had decided to open a course of natural science. He was inspired by Stonemason Karl¡¯s college. If even a mason can open a school, then could a mechanical engineer open one too? Why did discrimination exist? Wasn¡¯t it because of ignorance? Universal education was at any age the most effective measure to promote the development of civilization. He originally also wanted to call the assistant minister, but since he was busy with other government tasks, he declined. Roland didn¡¯t know why, but since the beginning of winter Roland felt that Barov seemed to be filled with special enthusiasm, even almost supervising Border Town all alone. When hearing of the possibility to learn new knowledge, Anna¡¯s eyes immediately sparkled with interest. Nana, who didn¡¯t need to treat wounded animals during the lessons, also became very happy. Carter, who was idle at the moment, attended the class to see what new nonsense the prince had thought of. But not long after the class had begun, the knight¡¯s eyes became lax. Nana¡¯s look also became distant, staring only at the two words ¡®Natural Science¡¯ in a daze. Although it seemed that Anna could not completely understand it, she still tried hard to remember everything. Roland had to pause his lecture for a moment to let the three people digest his teaching. Hearing Anna¡¯s question, he smiled and nodded, ¡°Of course, even though they look alike.¡± ¡°Your Highness, I do not understand, since every gas looks the same, how can you know that there are different gases?¡± Carter expressed his doubts. ¡°I can even prove it to you.¡± Roland knew that even with these easy to understand words, most of the people would be confused by the theories. He decided to use a simple experiment to arouse everyone¡¯s interest. A candle, a glass, a basin, a bowl of limewater ¨C these were the things he had prepared in advance. Although at this time they had only pale brown glass, far less transparent than the glass of his former time, it was still transparent enough to be used. After all, this simple test didn¡¯t need someone to observe the changing process. Roland had done this test before once, the test results showed that although there was magic in this world, the rules of nature were still the same as on Earth. He asked Anna to light the candles, and then he put it in the basin. ¡°When something is burning, it needs to consume gas. This gas is also closely linked with every living organism, if we stop breathing, we will be like this candle. Watch.¡± Roland put the glass on the candle, and after the flame shook two times, it soon went out. ¡°It exhausts the air, sir, this is not surprising.¡± the chief knight spoke in a disapproving way, ¡°Of course we will die without air. For example, if we fall into water.¡± Nana also nodded. ¡°So, do you think that there in the glass is nothing at all?¡± Roland asked, then he poured the limewater into the basin, the limewater soon flooded into the glass, but it finally stopped when only half was filled. This experiment was so classic that most elementary school teachers liked to use it as an experiment to increase the interest of the children in natural science. Roland could still remember the shock he felt when his own teacher had demonstrated it. From then on he embarked on the road of science and engineering, with no way to return. He gently lifted a corner of the glass, and after a few moments bubbles of air could be seen rising out of the limewater. Then, the clear limewater appeared to be a little bit cloudy, and a little white cloud slowly spread within the glass. ¡°If there was nothing in the glass, we wouldn¡¯t have seen the changes in the limewater and the air bubbles. This shows that the air contains at least two different kinds of gases. In fact, burning a candle consumes only a part of the air, while the other part is unable to burn. Though it is colorless and odorless, like the former gas, its nature is the complete opposite.¡± ¡°Well¡­ That seems to be the case,¡± Carter thought for a long time to figure out the relationship between the two, ¡°but to know this, what is the use of it?¡± ¡°If you can get the former gas, you can let the flame burn longer, and when you obtain the other gas, you can quickly extinguish the flames!¡± Anna suddenly said. She was simply a genius, Roland praised her in his heart. Even though there was a small fallacy, when hearing of the different properties of the gases, she could immediately think of several uses. This idea was definitely genius-level. Roland knew that she did not receive any modern education, but even without it, she could quickly think of this point, showing her extraordinary logic ability ¨C at least she was far better than this chief knight. ¡°Right, it is possible to say that since humans learned to use fire, they were separated from the animals, even though obtaining fire was just a coincidence. Perhaps the lightning hit the trees and lit them, perhaps a rock hit another rock and released a spark. But if no one had noticed it, no one could have tried using it. We would still be the same as the animals. Roland guided them patiently and systematically in the direction he wanted, ¡°The goal of this experiment was to show you that curiosity and thinking were the driving forces of human progress. There are many of similar potential forces in nature, only waiting for us to discover and use them. ¡° After his speech, Carter still had a doubtful look. Nana was one of those types where it was unknown if they were asleep or awake, and she only looked at Roland with open, unfocused eyes. Only Anna bowed her head, as if she was thinking about something. Well, Roland sighed, indeed, teaching too far ahead of the ideas that they understand will not bring enlightenment; it will only make people feel perplexed. The height of their knowledge determined that they couldn¡¯t understand the powerful force of nature unless it was physically in front of them. Then they would understand how amazing the nature of the hidden forces in the world were. At this moment, the kettle hanging from the mantel gave off a clanging sound, it was the sound of a steam pinging against the lid. ¡°Ah, the water is boiling.¡± Carter walked over to remove the kettle with a fork, and soon the sound stopped. He took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the handle, then filled everyone¡¯s cups with water. For example, when Roland reached out with his hand to hold the cup, he could feel the temperature of the cup wall. From the first day of using fire, the principle of boiling water was known. ¡°Boiling water¡±, hundreds of thousands of people had witnessed this and used it but no one thought that the gently curling and rising water vapor could also contain such a tremendous amount of energy. In a few hundred years, this would become the driving force behind humankind¡¯s development; in a very short period of time it would change the history of mankind. Although the principle was simple, the problem was not the limited technology. No, the problem was that the first choice for most people was to farm. But Roland was different from them, he thought, this world also had witches. Using magic to fight in a battle? That was only the way of barbarians¡­ with magic someone could create, it could replace some of the key technologies to hasten the process of human development. This was the correct way to use magic. They talked until the sun went down, and after they had eaten dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom. There was no nightlife to speak of in this day and age, people didn¡¯t even have a word for it, and everyone went to sleep early. He also considered using his right as the prince to recruit a maid to do the sport, but in the end he couldn¡¯t because he was too thin-skinned to speak out. Just as he had lit the candle in his room, he could hear behind himself the sound of applause, then someone spoke to Roland, ¡°It was a spectacular lecture, I did not expect that his royal highness the 4th Prince was actually a learned man.¡± It was the voice of an unknown woman. Instantly Roland could feel cold sweat, only god knew how a stranger could get into his room without his knowledge, if not an assassin what could she be?! He immediately ran towards the door, even before he had the time to put his hand on the doorknob, he could feel a cold wind blow near his ear. He discovered that a silver dagger was firmly inserted into the door, the distance from the dagger to his cheek was only one finger wide. TN: If you want to see the experiment, here is a more technical video and here is a school experiment Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Nightingale ¡°Please don¡¯t be impulsive, Your Highness, I don¡¯t mean to hurt you, I just came here to talk with you.¡± Heck, was this a way to tell people you want to talk with them? Roland swallowed his fear and slowly turned around. Under the threat of a dagger, he could only give way to the pressure and do what the other side wanted. In the light of the dim candlelight, Roland could see the other ¨C she was sitting on his bed, her body hidden under a robe and her head covered with a hood, so he could not see her real appearance. Her shadow which was thrown by the candlelight occupied more than half of the wall behind her. ¡°Who are you?¡± ¡°I do not have a name, but my sisters call me Nightingale.¡± She stood up and straightened out her robe, then she squatted down on one knee, and unexpectedly gave a standard noble bow, ¡°First of all, I¡¯m here to express my gratitude to you Roland Wimbledon, Your Highness.¡± Show your gratitude? Roland noticed that some lines of her gown, due to the firelight, gave off a unique flash; they formed a pattern of three parallel triangles with an eye in the middle triangle¡­ it seemed he had already seen it. ¡± The pattern on top of the coin¡­ It is the Eye of the Holy Mountain, which is the insignia of the Witch Cooperation Association.¡± In his mind, Barov¡¯s words appeared once again, ¡°You¡¯re¡­ a witch!?¡± ¡°Ha ha ha!¡± she issued a series of light laughter, ¡°Your Highness is really knowledgeable.¡± Hearing the other side reveal their identity, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, she was not an assassin sent by his brothers and sisters, ¡°Why has a witch like you come to this remote town in the Northern Mountain area? I do not know where you heard the news from, but your ability to arrive is too slow. If I really wanted to hang her, she would have been dead long ago. ¡° ¡°I know. And if you had really done it, I would never talk with you¡­¡± Nightingale sat back on his bed, ¡°The Witch Cooperation Association does not like to intervene in world affairs, especially with things related to the kingship. Honestly, for a witch to kill a prince, it would not be such hard work, but I want to honor the Witch Cooperation Association. However, if you leave a bad second impression I can still kill you.¡± This was a hanging threat. Roland tried to ease the mood, ¡°The witch, she is alive and well.¡± ¡°I know that, and in addition to her, there is another little girl.¡± she nodded, ¡°I came to this place a week ago, but I did not show myself to you. But I have seen everything you have done. Although I do not quite understand why you are not showing the usual malice against witches, no matter what, on behalf of the Witch Cooperation Association I have to thank you. ¡° ¡°Since a week ago¡­¡± Roland rubbed his forehead, but also ¡°everything he had done was seen by her?¡± This implied that she was always following him, but he and his guards were completely unaware of her? ¡°Well stop, saying that you wanted to talk to with me wasn¡¯t only for saying ¡®thank you¡¯, right?¡± ¡°Are you already tired of talking with me?¡± asked Nightingale while taking off her hood, ¡°See, I do not look that awful, I will not scare you away, Your Highness.¡± She was far more than ¡®not that awful¡¯, you could simply only call her beautiful. As her hood fell, her golden hair instantly cascaded down like a waterfall; the candlelight reflected by her hair made him feel dizzy; with her aquiline nose and her sparkling eyes, instead of Anna¡¯s and Nana¡¯s slightly childlike look, her features revealed a more mature charm. In this dim light, he could not take a close look, but her well-proportioned facial features were sufficient proof of her beauty. Step by step Roland slowly went over to her, and in the end they were sitting on the bed side by side. Not because he was attracted to her, that would be even dangerous, no, he just simply felt that the other side had no malicious intent. ¡°Now you can talk.¡± ¡°Sure enough, you¡¯re not afraid of me.¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice sounded a little happy, ¡°You and I have already seen those people who react differently¡­ They hate us because they are afraid of us. I can see the fear in their eyes but in you¡­ ¡°She couldn¡¯t help herself, she had to reach out and gently stroke his cheek, ¡°Roland, I only see curiosity. ¡° Roland embarrassedly coughed twice, and then moved his head away from her hand. Hey, don¡¯t change the atmosphere so much, just a moment ago you were still an assassin, how can you so suddenly completely change your style? Fortunately, the other quickly restrained her emotions, ¡°I came here to tell you that I want to take Anna and Nana with me.¡± ¡°No!¡± Roland became frightened, and impulsively responded. Then he was worried that if he refused her altogether, she would be annoyed, so he added, ¡°They have a very good life here, no one can hurt them. Besides, where do you want to take them? There is no other place safer than here. ¡° ¡°I will take them to the Witch Cooperation Association. After all, their home is there,¡± despite Roland¡¯s denial Nightingale didn¡¯t got angry, instead she still continued to talk with him in a calm tone, ¡°The other members of the Witch Cooperation Association are their companions, and there will be no discrimination or persecution, and they¡­ no longer need to disguise themselves.¡± ¡°You and the Witch Cooperation Association don¡¯t have a fixed home? A month ago, my guards discovered your hiding camp in the forest. They found footprints leading to the north¡­ But in the north, there are only the endless mountains! ¡° ¡°You¡¯re right, the Witch Cooperation Association is hiding somewhere in the mountains, for us witches it is absolutely safe there.¡± ¡°Like a wild man living in the mountains during the winter, in the end where would you be safe? Do you have clean water? Do you have enough food? Is there a warm shelter? And the Months of the Demons is coming, the entire north-west will become a dangerous place, in the end what ¨C ¡°here Roland suddenly paused, what was is it again, what had Barov said? ¡°only at the Holy Mountain can a witch obtain real peace. The purpose of the Witch Cooperation Association is to find the Holy Mountain together.¡± To hell with it, don¡¯t do that¡­ ¡°Are you going into the impassable mountain range in search of the Holy Mountain?¡± ¡°I am afraid that I can¡¯t give you an answer,¡± Nightingale smiled, but her look clearly told Roland that he had guessed correctly. ¡°If so, I will never agree.¡± Roland flatly overruled their plan, ¡°It is only two months until the entire outside world is full of demonic beasts, even when you can avoid the humans in the mountains, you cannot hide yourself from the demonic beasts. How about this idea, instead of looking for the Holy Mountain during the winter, you all come to Border Town to get through the winter, and when winter has ended you all can try to find Holy Mountain again. ¡° This time it was Nightingale¡¯s turn to be stunned, ¡°The Witch Cooperation Association should be moved here? You¡­ really are an interesting person,¡± for a moment she thought over it, but in the end, she still shook her head, ¡°Your Highness, even if you are not afraid of us witches, you can¡¯t guarantee it for your people. I¡¯m afraid once we are exposed to the eyes of everyone, the Church¡¯s minions will soon come to knock on your door. ¡° As long as the witches can help us smoothly get through the Months of the Demons, they will realize that the witches are not the evil ones. Just before Roland could open his mouth to speak, he was stopped by Nightingale, ¡°In addition, there is another reason why I want to take the girls away, Anna will soon turn into an adult.¡± ¡°Adulthood?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± it seemed that she could see the doubt in Roland¡¯s mind, so Nightingale calmly explained, ¡°Adulthood is the first hurdle all witches need to cross, the later they cross this hurdle, the harder it becomes to bear. Generally, people usually turn into witches at a younger age than Anna. Your Highness, do you know why we can be regarded as the devil incarnate?¡± Chapter 21 Chapter 21 What do you actually desire When Nightingale finished, the room was silent again, only the occasional crackling of the burning candles were heard. Roland had a serious look on his face, and he finally had a general understanding of the witches. Most witches had their awakening during the Months of the Demons. That was, according to legend, when the door to hell was open. Generally speaking, adulthood was the dividing line for a witch, after the age of 18 any woman who hadn¡¯t awoken would probably never become a witch, but the women who awoke before they were 18 had to bear a pain, like some spirit was devouring their bodies, every year on the day of their awakening. This unimaginable pain caused Nightingale¡¯s voice to clearly tremble when she came to this part of her explanation. According to her personal experience, it was just like something trying to break out of her body. In every blood vessel, muscle, and tendon, an unbearable pain would arise, and blood would seep out of the skin and one¡¯s eyes would protrude out of their sockets¡­ If you could survive all this, your body would need four to five days to recover, but if you couldn¡¯t survive it, you would not only die from miserable torture, but moreover your moment of death would be a spectacle too horrible to endure. Nightingale had witnessed the death of several companions; their bodies would lose the ability to support themselves, and they would change into round and bulging meatballs. Blood mixed with other body fluids and internal organs would spray out of every possible hole, and the air around the body would turn into black fog. When finally everything possible was violently ejected, only a layer of black, burned epidermis would be left on the ground. This was the reason why witches were regarded as the devil¡¯s incarnate. Upon the sight of this scene, ordinary people would naturally be terrified, so who would care about the real cause of their death? In addition, the church is adding fuel to the fire, claiming that the witches were possessed by evil spirits, so over time, the witches became evil incarnations. Regardless of how outsiders viewed them, this kind of torture was real; witches were generally short-lived because of this. Every year it would become harder to endure, so many witches would choose to end their own lives. When a witch became 18 and turned into an adult, the pain of the devouring evil spirits was known as the most difficult checkpoint to cross. In fact, the magic the witches obtained before the checkpoint was not complete. Only in adulthood would this power become stable. After the stability of their magic, there was a substantial increase in their power, and there was even a possibility of developing new branches of magic. Unfortunately, the stability process was very painful, the pain of feeling their own body be devoured surpassed the limit what ordinary people could bear, and many witches would die on the day of their adulthood. Roland, after listening to this explanation was silent for a long time, he only whispered, ¡°In ancient books it is recorded that witches at the Holy Mountain get eternal peace, without having to suffer the demon¡¯s torture, is this really true?¡± ¡°No one knows this, because the Holy Mountain has only appeared in legends. But if we take them to the camp of the Witches Cooperation Association, their chances of survival will be much greater. If the witches didn¡¯t need to hide ourselves, if we could live freely, then the devouring pain of the evil spirits would be much weaker compared to the past. ¡° For a moment Roland was terribly upset, his plan would not work without Anna¡¯s and Nana¡¯s help, but because of his plan they would need to bear an enormous risk. He really couldn¡¯t help it. In the end he weakly said, ¡°Anna is downstairs, I¡¯ll ask her to come over. If she is willing to, you can take her and leave. As for Nana, I will have to see her tomorrow.¡± ¡°Thank you for your understanding, I really had the right impression of you,¡± Nightingale stood up to express her gratitude. At this time Anna had yet to fall asleep, so when Roland went to get her, she was sitting properly at the table copying something. She looked surprised to see Roland. When she heard she had to go to the Prince¡¯s room, Anna did not ask any questions and obediently followed him to his room. When she entered the room to find that there was a person there, the young girl was truly frightened. Roland took her hand and briefly introduced them to each other, and the three encircled a round table and sat down. Then Nightingale repeated the words they had said before, ¡°¡­ in the camp, and there are a lot of people like you, they are your partners.¡± ¡°This should roughly summarize your case, Miss Anna, though you and I have signed an employment contract, in the case of such a potentially life-threatening situation, I have to respect your opinion. In case you agree -¡° ¡°I won¡¯t go.¡± Roland blanked out, ¡°What did you say -¡° ¡°I said I won¡¯t go,¡± said Anna at lightning speed to interrupt Roland¡¯s sentence, ¡°I want to stay here.¡± ¡°Anna, I¡¯m not lying to you.¡± Nightingale frowned, ¡°I can feel your magic increasing in your body, it¡¯s getting close to maturity. Two months after the beginning of the Months of the Demons will be your day of adulthood, if we get you to the camp before then, it will be much safer. ¡° Anna didn¡¯t pay any attention to what Nightingale said. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Roland. ¡°Your Highness, do you remember when you asked me if I would like to go back to Carl¡¯s college, with Nana and the other children to learn together?¡± Roland nodded. ¡°I did not answer, but afterwards you spoke about¡­ living like a normal person, but I do not care about that.¡± said Anna with her smooth and natural voice, ¡°I just want to stay at Your Highness¡¯ side, nothing more.¡± Roland had thought that he understood Anna¡¯s personality before, but now he realized that he really did not understand her. Looking in her eyes, he couldn¡¯t read any emotions. There was no dependence , nor did she adore him, he couldn¡¯t see anything¡­ he only could see tranquility all the way to the end. He remembered the scene when they met for the first time. At that time, she also had her calm expression. The difference now was that in this moment her face was full of life, just like a budding flower. She still didn¡¯t fear death, but right now she wasn¡¯t waiting for her execution like last time. ¡°The devouring by evil spirits will not kill me,¡± said Anna with confidence, ¡°I¡¯ll beat it.¡± Nightingale closed her eyes and took a deep breath, ¡°¡­Well, that¡¯s enough, understand!¡± ¡°Will you leave alone, just like that?¡± Roland asked. ¡°No, I have a good life here.¡± she drew her hood over her head and stood up, ¡°Anyway, before the end of this month the demon camp will not move.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Roland had a surprise, did she also want to monitor them throughout the winter? ¡°I think people who have not experienced the process of adulthood can¡¯t understand how dangerous it is. I myself was on the edge of death again and again, I also witnessed the death of my companions, when that day comes, I may be able to help her. If¡­ ¡°Nightingale shrugged her shoulders,¡± If she cannot make it, I also have experience in handling the funeral.¡± She went to the door, and retrieved her own dagger, then she turned to Roland and curtseyed once again, ¡°In that way, I have to say good-bye.¡± And then her body gradually disappeared into the darkness, like mist, she didn¡¯t leave the slightest trace. Was this Nightingale¡¯s ability? Roland looked pensive, there was no sound or trace of her.he was simply a natural assassin. And from the first-hand view he got of her dagger throwing technique, he concluded that she definitely had received training in it. Was the Witch Cooperation Association not only gathering witches, but also developing their own force? Or had Nightingale already mastered these skills before she entered the Witch Cooperation Association? Roland could not find any useful information from the relevant information of their organization and the memories of the former Roland, but he had the premonition that he would absolutely meet this organization again, as long as he stuck to his path of recruiting witches. ¡°It¡¯s already late, you should quickly go back to sleep,¡± Roland patted the girl¡¯s head. It was somewhat unexpected for him when Anna brushed his hand away and left the room without saying a word. When the door was closed, and the lights were cut off, she was enveloped by her shadow. She gently leaned herself against the door, and her lake-like eyes were no longer calm. Anna raised her arms to hide her face, and whispered with a barely audible voice. ¡°¡­Fool.¡± Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Declaration The next day the rain finally stopped, and Border Town became lively once again. Many villagers gathered on the square, talking while awaiting the 4th prince¡¯s speech. The day before, Roland had posted a notice regarding this presentation on the bulletin board. Anyone who came to the square and listened to his speech would receive a bowl of wheat porridge and half a loaf of bread. For the townspeople, this was equivalent to a free lunch, thus there were much more people here to watch than the time when the witch was hanged. When it was close to noon, Roland ascended onto a previously prepared stage. Faced with the dense mass of people before him, he would be lying if he said he wasn¡¯t nervous. Most of the time in his former life he only dealt with computer monitors, even if he attended a meeting he was always sitting in the audience to applaud, so facing such a kind of battle was a first. But he had to step on stage, if he wanted most of the people to stay in Border Town, they would need a greater defense, and without motivation they would all leave. Roland waved with his arm, and everyone quieted down. He had practiced this scene many times, but when he stepped on the stage, his mouth was still a little dry, ¡°People of my territory, good afternoon. I¡¯m the 4th Prince of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon. At this moment we gather together, because there is an important message I have to tell you! ¡± ¡°Four days ago the ambassador of Longsong Stronghold arrived, his mission was to receive the mined ore. We all know that a month ago, we suffered from a disastrous accident, the collapse of the mine in the Northern Mountain Slope. Even today, the mining area isn¡¯t fully restored so we can¡¯t produce as much as we used to? The result of the accident was that we only output the equivalent of two months in the last quarter. ¡± ¡°I explained the situation to the messenger, since I hoped he would loan us three months¡¯ worth of food, and we would pay the missing ore at the end of winter, but he refused! There was no room for negotiation, he refused to set aside any more food ¨C just like they did two years ago. ¡± The crowd burst in alarm, clearly everyone¡¯s suffering from two years ago was still remembered. ¡°This time it will be even worse. The Longsong Stronghold astrologer told me that this time the Months of the Demons will be even longer, most likely lasting more than four months. That means, this time all of us will face two months of a food gap. Two years ago, we lost 20% of the population. Someone lost a brother, someone lost a child, but this time, how much will we lose? ¡± ¡°No! Your Highness, you have to save us!¡± Someone shouted from underneath, then more people shouted, ¡°Your Highness, I beg you to help us!¡± It seemed that planting some people in the crowd, who would speak in his interest was the right choice. Roland raised his hand again, suppressing the voices of the people, ¡°Of course, I will not leave my entrusted people, I will never do that! You may not know, but Longsong Stronghold annually ships wheat and bread to us, and they carried away the ore we mine, but it isn¡¯t equivalent to the normal market price. According to the market price, two months of ore should be enough for half a year of food! I have sold the ore to Willow Town, their cargo ship full of food will soon arrive at Border Town. In addition to bread, there will be cheese, honey and meat! For a whole winter, everyone can eat one¡¯s fill! ¡± The square burst into cheers. ¡°However, this is equivalent to breaking off relations with Longsong Stronghold, so they will not accept any person during the winter. As a result, this winter, we will all have to stay in Border Town. Most people have been at the west border of our town, there we are currently establishing a strong wall. I know many people are anxious of the invasion from the demonic beasts, but we can block them. I want to tell you, that the demonic beasts are not much more powerful than normal forest beasts. Although they have rough skin and thick meat, they cannot climb walls and they also cannot eat stones. They have a thick skin but they are just a group of easy to aim at targets! ¡± ¡°Tell me, my beloved people, are you willing to hide in Longsong Stronghold, living in shacks and starving to a useless death? Or under my leadership will you protect your loved ones and children, guarding Border Town until the last minute? I promise, everyone who stays until the end of the Months of the Demons and protects the other townspeople on the city wall will get a reward of 25 silver royals. If someone sacrifices himself while defending the town, his family will receive a compensation of five gold royals! ¡± ¡°Your Highness, we want to fight with you!¡± Under the guidance of his own people placed in the crowd, more and more people swore to wage war. Seeing the atmosphere surge up, Roland timely ordered to issue lunch. He did not expect that everyone would stay in Border Town. As long as half of the people were willing to stay, he would have a chance to obstruct the demonic beasts from moving forward. * While Petrov was bringing back the message to the six noble families only to be met with laughter, he naturally did not know that the 4th Prince was inciting the townspeople. ¡°You said that the incompetent prince actually wants to throw off the demonic beasts alone? Daring to build walls before winter, I don¡¯t know, should I praise him for his courage or mock him for overestimating himself?¡± ¡°His Royal Highness¡¯ lack of courage is a known fact, when did the 4th prince find his guts? He is just stupid, and nothing more!¡± ¡°Yes, he did not even have a stonemason, he is only leaning on piling up unpolished stones and pasting wet mud between it, I¡¯m afraid this piled up stone wall will collapse immediately.¡± ¡°Anyway, it¡¯s a good thing. If he flees to Longsong Stronghold, we will be at the mercy of nature. But if he dies in the border town¡­ we can soon end this farce.¡± After he had meditated about the problem, the duke suddenly spoke, ¡°Petrov, what do you think?¡± Petrov was startled, he did not think that the duke of Longsong Stronghold would ask for his opinion, ¡°Well, I originally wanted to maintain a monopoly, as long as we could get the ore for thirty percent below the market price, it would still be a deal worthy for us, but¡­¡± His mind calculated some ideas,¡± but His Highness does not intend to sell all the ore to Longsong Stronghold, he is even selling the ore for a 50% lower than the market price, which means, he has plans to make a substantial increase in the ore production next year. As long as they are able to increase the production to the double of the former years, we may earn more than ever before. But he also intends to sell their own production of iron, iron production is hot in demand, and resale would also be very easy. But¡­ these are not the important points. ¡± ¡°Oh? What is important?¡± ¡°If he can hold Border Town, it would also be very good news for us. We wouldn¡¯t have to focus on dealing with demonic beasts every year, which can save us a huge amount of expenditure. A second advantage would be that the vast amount land between the stronghold and the Border Town will be open for all of us. Whether it be cultivating the land or using it to settle new people, both choices would be good. This could greatly ease the current status of the overcrowded stronghold population.¡± Petrov recited his ideas one by one, ¡°And the 4th prince will not always stay in Border Town. The fight for the throne will only last for five years, after five years we would get a more prosperous Border Town, and then we could include Border Town into the stronghold. Then the territory of the stronghold would become the third largest territory of the whole kingdom. So my advice is¡­¡± He glanced at the Duke, and said carefully, ¡°The stronghold should send staff to help His Highness, and we should collaborate in the defense of Border Town.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± said the duke, ¡°but those are the thoughts of a merchant, only interested in gains and losses.¡± When he came to this point, he straightened his body, his eyes slowly swept to each of the participants and his tone became awe-inspiring, ¡°However, I didn¡¯t get my status of today by weighing all the benefits with the losses. Why do I have to do business with a person who is out of my control? Some rules must be obeyed, and if they are broken the trespasser must be punished. Whether Border Town is prosperous or broken is not important, what is important is that no one should ever think about taking the control away from me ¨C even if he is a prince, he is no exception. ¡± Chapter 23 Chapter 23 New source of power ¡°Come on, try to join these two iron plates together,¡± Roland said. Anna¡¯s finger pressed on the iron seams. A flame was ejected from her finger, melting the interface at a speed visible to the eyes. ¡°Reduce the firepower and start again with the reverse side.¡± Anna nodded her head and did it once more. The two iron plates were firmly welded together at a 90-degree angle. Roland carefully examined the interface and found that the effect was just as he had imagined ¨C a perfect weld without any flaws. With a little polishing, the fluid traces of molten iron could rub off. There was no difference with a modern welding technique. ¡°Very good, Miss Anna, simply excellent!¡± Roland excitedly exclaimed, ¡°Next, we should also weld this two iron panels together.¡± ¡°What is it? An iron¡­ bucket?¡± ¡°No, it is a cylinder,¡± corrected Roland. ¡°Cylinder?¡± repeated Anna, puzzled. ¡°Yes, the cylinder can be filled with air,¡± Roland pointed to another square piece of iron, ¡°Do you see the small hole above it? The air can enter the cylinder through that small hole, and push the piston. Well, and since the piston diameter is slightly smaller than the cylinder¡¯s diameter, it can move freely inside. ¡° Even the genius Anna, in front of so many unknown words, had question marks above her head, ¡°these¡­ cylinder, piston and so on, what do they do?¡± ¡°They are needed for the purpose of manufacturing a machine that can move automatically.¡± The steam engine brought the first industrial revolution, it was the driving force behind human development, completely replacing humans and animals in the workforce. It was a schematic diagram that each mechanic engineer was familiar with, to describe it in simple words, it was a larger version of a kettle. After boiling the water, the produced steam would be induced into the cylinder. There, it would push a piston that is connected to a pole. Like this, thermal energy was turned into mechanical energy. The principle was very simple, but it did not mean that it was easy to manufacture. Its difficulty laid in the sealing of the cylinder and piston, as well as the production of the gas pipeline. Without proper metal processing skills and only relying on manual forging, manufacturing a usable cylinder would only be a dream. However, with the help of Anna¡¯s ability, he could make up for the lack of their manufacturing skills. After much advance planning, Roland came up with a design using four iron plates of the same size, like this, so the smithy could easily grind it. Then the iron plates would be welded together at a 90-degree angle by Anna. Like this, it was possible to get a highly stiff square cylinder. With the help of Anna, he didn¡¯t need to use the traditional production process. They created first a tubular boring machine, and then post processed it to create a circular cylinder. The other big parts, too, could be divided into small pieces and then welded together. In this way, it was even possible to produce them in a small workshop. In this way, they were able to produce all of the components required for the steam engine. In fact, prior to the invention of welding, people could only rely on connecting small pieces by bolting or riveting. Since the internal cylinder must be smooth, normal connection methods obviously couldn¡¯t do this. The only problem was the gas pipeline. Its production process was nothing special, it needed to be heated up until it was red, and then the groove could be hammered into the right shape; this was also the method to produce a front-loading flintlock gun barrel. Later the barrel just needed straightening and counterbored rifling etc., nothing that was too complicated. The problem was that it was impossible for Roland to call the blacksmith into the castle¡¯s back garden, since it was still not known that Anna hadn¡¯t been executed. Blacksmithing was not one of their strengths, but in a desperate attempt, they had to let the chief knight do it, under Roland¡¯s own command. After waiting for three days, Roland finally had the first steam engine ever standing in his back garden. ¡°This is the powerful machine you were talking about?¡± Carter frowned while looking at the strange machine, but he had affirmed first hand that this machine had nothing to do with magic. Each of the iron plates were personally molded by himself, and to him, it only looked like a sealed furnace. It was impossible for the devil to have any interest in it. But how could it move a pile of lump iron upwards? It looked very clumsy and had no feet, was it possible that it could fly? But in Roland¡¯s eyes, this seemingly simple machine exuded the beauty of the modern industry. Standing on the shoulders of giants, he naturally did not need to invent the Newcomen steam engine ¡ª or the Watt steam engine, instead he built an improved steam engine. His first prototype was already a high-pressure steam engine with a dual connecting rod and a slide valve. To MakE it better than most of the original steam engines, the key laid in some of newer innovative ideas. ¡°Soon you will understand it.¡± Roland poured a bucket of water into the steam room and told Anna to ignite the firewood. Ten minutes later, the water was at a rolling boil. Soon, a creaking sound could be heard from the cylinder. Roland knew it was the sound of the thermal expansion of the cylinder. The thin iron piston¡¯s expansion was far greater than the cylinder¡¯s and it would eventually press firmly against the cylinder wall. ¡°Isn¡¯t this a water boiler? I did not think it would really be a furnace,¡± Carter muttered. When the cylinder was full of steam, an excited scene appeared. The piston rod began to push outwards, and when the motion was at its apex, another rod would pull the slide valves, allowing the steam to push the piston inwards again. The wheel connected to the two poles would rotate very quickly through this motion, and with increased power, the speed very quickly reached its peak. The machine made an ear-piercing humming sound, and white gas was ejected, producing a kind of unstoppable and imposing aura. ¡°That¡¯s what you called¡­ hidden forces in nature?¡± asked Anna, dumbfounded. The chief knight¡¯s face was full of wonder, the great iron wheel that he needed to spend a good deal of strength to install, was now rotating like it was as light as a feather. Standing next to the wheel he could even feel a new breeze ¨C this only showed the astounding power of the steam engine. In his heart, a trace of anxiety gradually arose. His Highness had said that it could replace the power of humans and animals, and it seemed he hadn¡¯t lied. When placed on a horse-drawn chariot, it would be very hard for 10 knights to resist its brute force. Training a qualified knight needed fifteen years, but the manufacturing of such a machine only needed three days. If the blacksmith only worked part time, it would still only need a week. It didn¡¯t require feeding and wasn¡¯t afraid of cold or hunger. It also wasn¡¯t afraid of arrows and swords. Just install a ram in front of it, and it could bring rampage on the battlefield. As a traditional knight¡­ was his existence still necessary? * In the evening, when Roland returned to the bedroom, Nightingale was once again waiting for him. This time, she did not wear her hood, and she was smiling and sitting at the table. Her hands fiddled with a few parchments, ¡°It seems that the outside rumors really cannot be believed. They say the 4th Prince is ignorant and has a bad character, in fact, he shouldn¡¯t have any learning or skills. In fact, compared with a court great master he would not have time for civilities. This drawing on this paper, are these the plans for the steam stove? You call it¡­ steam engine, right? ¡° Shoot! Can¡¯t I even get a little privacy? Coming and going like you want, do you think this is your home?! In his heart, Roland cursed her endlessly, but he still replied with a calm face, ¡°Yes those are the plans, but without Anna¡¯s help, they would forever be drawings only.¡± ¡°What can it do?¡± ¡°A lot, it can help with ore transportation, drainage, metal fabrication, forging, everywhere where strength is required it can play a role.¡± ¡°Then I will take it,¡± with this words Nightingale took the parchment and placed it in her robe, ¡°the Witch Cooperation Association has witches with the power of fire too.¡± ¡°Hey¨C¡° She shook her head to stop Roland¡¯s protest, ¡°Of course, I¡¯m not only taking your stuff, take a look at this first before complaining.¡± She put a small amount of white stuff on the table. When Roland went over to the table, he found out that it was actually a roll of paper. He gently expands the roll, and swept through its content, ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°A secret letter delivered by pigeons,¡± Nightingale explained to him in a happy tone, ¡°the recipient was your maid Tyre, tsk, it looks like your harem isn¡¯t loyal.¡± ¡°I have not touched her,¡± Roland frowned. Tyre, he could remember that she seemed to follow him from a very early age, and the former 4th Prince appeared to be interested in her, but unfortunately he failed to succeed in conquering her, he could only lightly harass her several times. Here in Border Town, to prevent the long wait for his own personal maid, she got the room next door to him. He did not expect that this was actually an arrangement made by one of his siblings. Although this letter was not signed, according to the content, he could judge, that it was sent by one of his siblings. In the letter it revealed that the author was very unhappy with the last failure, but the plans for the riot in Longsong Stronghold were not allowed to fail again. Well, in fact, the first plan must have succeeded, he thought, or else he would have never become Roland Wimbledon. It was unlikely that this letter was forged by Nightingale, because only the people who were involved in this conspiracy could have been aware of the first assassination plan. And if Nightingale wanted to kill him, it wouldn¡¯t be a problem for her. ¡°How could you steal this from her?¡± ¡°Your maid Tyre isn¡¯t stupid, her intention was to burn the letter after reading it. Unfortunately, she looked away when I was just behind her,¡± She made an act of sweeping something, ¡°So, how do you want to handle this? Do you need my help to ¡®deal¡¯ with her? ¡° Roland naturally understood what she meant by ¡®deal¡¯, so he hesitated for a moment, then he finally nodded, ¡± I have to trouble you.¡± He did not have the confidence to do this kind of thing himself, ¡°if you can¡­ ask her who the person in the dark is. ¡° ¡°As you wish, Your Highness,¡± Nightingale smiled while giving a salute, ¡°Well, this will be the reward for the drawing of the steam engine.¡± Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Development Plan On the next morning, when Roland woke up, he wasn¡¯t served by his maid Tyre. Instead, it was an elderly maid. When he stepped out of the bedroom, his chief knight Carter was already waiting for him. ¡°Your Highness, I have bad news to deliver, ¡°Carter spoke with a low voice, ¡°Your maid Tyre died last night.¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland¡¯s eyelids jumped up, although he already knew the result before, in his heart, he still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, she died because of his orders. ¡°She fell from the balcony in her own room. We couldn¡¯t find any signs of fighting nor the guards saw any outsiders near the scene of the accident. So¡­ it seems that she fell from the balcony by herself, it was an accident.¡± The knight reported the results of his investigation, and at the same time, he searched for any weird fluctuations in Roland¡¯s eyes. Roland certainly knew what Carter was looking for. When they were in Graycastle, it was known to everyone that the 4th Prince wanted to take Tyre by force. In this day and age, it was an ordinary affair for a prince and a maid to have a relationship, this kind of matter was of least interest to others. After all, almost no nightlife existed, so there was nothing to do besides eating one¡¯s fill and doing the thing between man and woman. And not only with their own woman, the prince and the other upper nobility would exchange their women, sometimes they would even make an open party, so an affair between a prince and his maid was nothing more than a simple laugh. The former 4th Prince was already known for being more moderate in this kind of matter, and later he was even replaced with Cheng Yang, who had never touched a woman after he became Roland ¨C with the exception of Tyre, all the other maids could be described as shabby. In addition, after his crossing he directly had to face the Months of the Demons, so his mind was almost only filled with development plans, and he had no chance to enjoy the romantic life of a noble. ¡°That is really regretful,¡± Roland put on a look of mourning, ¡°In the future the senior maid who served me this morning should take over Tyre¡¯s position. She is the new head maid.¡± Carter nodded and left after saluting. When Roland stepped into his office, he once more saw that Nightingale sat on his mahogany (redwood) table. ¡°What are the results of your interrogation?¡± ¡°Nothing, she directly killed herself when she saw me,¡± her frustration was clearly audible, ¡°She acted too fast, there wasn¡¯t even the slightest hesitation.¡± ¡°You actually didn¡¯t make her fall?¡± Roland walked around her and sat in the armchair. ¡°I tied her up,¡± Nightingale placed her body closer to him, ¡°but who could have known that she had hidden poison in her teeth. So I had to fake an accidental fall.¡± ¡°I thought you were experienced. So, do you think you did enough to get paid?¡± ¡°Hey, don¡¯t talk like that! Though I couldn¡¯t get anything directly from her mouth, that doesn¡¯t mean I didn¡¯t get anything.¡± While chuckling, Nightingale put a folded sheet of paper in front of Roland, ¡°I found this hidden in her room.¡± Roland spread out the paper and saw that it was a letter. In the letter, Tyre referred to the recipient as sister, but the content was just plain gossip. However, he noted that the other person repeatedly referred to the sea, such as ¡®the scenery was beautiful to view¡¯, ¡®her favorite entertainment was staying on the and beach watching the sunset¡¯, and other things like this. Finally, Tyre asked when she could see her older sister again since she was missing her very much. When Roland thought of the territories his brothers and sisters governed, he was sure he knew who the conspirator was, ¡°It should be my older sister Garcia, right?¡± ¡°That is probably the case, since your two brothers cannot see the sea. I guess, 3rd princess Garcia Wimbledon took Tyre¡¯s sister hostage and hid her away. Judging from the decisive style of her suicide, it is unlikely to be a random arrangement. What I mean is, before she was placed as your maid, she had at least two to three years of ample training.¡± Roland sighed softly. Indeed as expected of the fight for the throne, it would not end without bloodshed. Even if he didn¡¯t fight, it didn¡¯t mean that his siblings wouldn¡¯t drag him into it. To get the throne, his brothers and sisters would stop at nothing. He was afraid that something similar would happen again in the future. ¡°Ah, someone¡¯s coming to speak with you. You¡¯ll have to excuse me, Your Highness.¡± Nightingale spoke in a teasing tone and blew hot air towards Roland, and then she suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye. Although it wasn¡¯t the first time he saw her doing this, but seeing her vanish in broad daylight, left Roland feeling shocked. He hesitated for a moment, and then he stretched out a finger towards the empty table, halfway his finger was stopped by a very soft touch, ¡°Your Highness, you cannot do this, you will make Anna very sad.¡± Well, it seemed like her ability was invisibility and not teleportation, thought Roland, otherwise it really would be too powerful. Soon a knock was heard from the door, ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s me Barov.¡± Roland withdrew his finger and hid any expression that was on his face, ¡°Come in.¡± When the Assistant Minister stepped into the office, he was holding a large bundle of files. Even before he had sat down, he began his government report of the last week. Roland also turned his thoughts back, listening attentively to Barov¡¯s report. After living for a month in this world, he found himself able to keep up with Barov¡¯s rhythm, unlike the beginning where he was confused and disoriented, feeling completely out of place. In general, the finance of Border Town had a certain degree of improvement. The main point for this was the selling of the ore and rough stones to Willow Town. As payment, they had received nearly 200 gold royals. After they had used the money to buy food and to pay off wages, there were still ninety gold royals remaining. Barov was in good mood, with money to spare, getting through this winter wouldn¡¯t be too difficult. But Roland was destined to not let him leave in good mood, ¡°I want to pick a group of townspeople to help fight against the demonic beasts and from now on they will only have to concentrate on training. Their instructor will be my chief knight, and I will give him special instructions on how to train them. You will need to make a list of equipment or gear. These people will need leather armor and pikes. They also need to have two sets of winter clothes, so they can change clothes.¡± ¡°Your Highness, this¡­ according to the convention, isn¡¯t a temporary recruitment only allowed as the final option ?¡± ¡°If you send them to the battlefield without further training, they will only be a chaotic mob. Do you think it¡¯s possible to scare off the demonic beasts with numbers only? After the order collapses, we will only have more trouble.¡± ¡°Your Highness, do you really insist on staying in Border Town?¡± asked Barov hesitantly. ¡°If we cannot restrain the demonic beasts, of course, I will retreat, but I do not think that we cannot even deal with a few variations mutations? of normal animals.¡± ¡°According to your future plans, we will need a greater amount of money.¡± Hearing that the other side was such a miser, Roland had to laugh ¡°These are necessary expenses, go and do it.¡± In his own treasury were more than 300 gold royals which were mainly used to pay for the construction of walls. The required steam engine materials and components ordered from the blacksmith shop were also paid for from his own pockets. For the first steam engine, he had to spend almost twenty gold royals, and he would need at least three engines. The invention of the steam engine was a key component of the industrial revolution, this was true, but it didn¡¯t mean that the steam engine was equivalent to the industrial revolution. In history, the United Kingdom was looking for a possibility to replace the people and livestock involved in order to increase the productivity in mining operations . When Watt improved the steam engine, he immediately received a huge amount of orders. This new power was also spread to various industries in a very short period of time. At this point of time, there was no basis for the industrial revolution in a small Border Town. It could even be said that industry did not exist. So Roland did not expect to make a pot of gold by selling the steam engine, he just wanted to put this machine in the northern mining area to pull ore and gravel. And when the mining production was increased, he would expand the scale of use of the steam engines. It would be the equivalent of the promotion of the industrial development from top to bottom. Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Militia ¡°These are the people you selected?¡± when Roland looked at the group of civilians dressed in shabby clothes, all his courage flew away immediately. ¡°Your Highness, these are the people who fulfilled your requirements,¡± said Carter. He began to count them with his fingers, ¡°male, no criminal records, between 18 ¨C 40 years of age, no disabilities¡­ I carefully inspected all of them.¡± Well, he knew he shouldn¡¯t have expected too much. After all, this world¡¯s productivity was much too low. Having enough to eat was already a difficult task, so wearing shabby clothes was just normal. As a prince he had ignored such things. Just leaving his castle he could see many people who only wore clothes that did not cover the whole body, begging for something to eat. In fact, in the capital of the Kingdom of Graycastle there existed a job as a corpse carrier ¨C the only thing they would do was to collect the people who starved to death and then burn their bodies every day. So what was the general fighting power in this world? Roland closed his eyes and reviewed his plan carefully again, ¡®Ah¡­ probably a little stronger than a high-level street fighter¡¯. Generally, when the Lords decided to wage war (or more precisely fight ¨C Roland thought naming their little fights as war would be overstating it), they would summon all the aristocracy placed under their jurisdiction in their territory. A Lord would always split his territory into many smaller territories and select lower ranks of nobility to govern them, like a Duke would select Earls, the Earls would select Viscounts, and they again would select Barons, and so on. These nobles usually had a group of knights and mercenaries as their personal army. They were the main force in combats, equipped with a complete suit of armor and sophisticated weapons. At the same time, they would recruit civilians and farmers who worked on their territory to help out during combat ¨C in fact, they were used to deliver food supplies to the troops and when needed they would even fill up the holes in the front lines as cannon fodder. The most people who died on the battlefield were the people used as cannon fodder. Fighting between nobles would rarely result in someone¡¯s death; they generally would be caught and later exchanged for ransom. Roland did not expect help from the several other nobles in Border Town to fight against the demonic beasts. In fact, they had no relationship with Border Town. Most of the local Barons were living in Longsong Stronghold. The stronghold was also under the jurisdiction of the regional aristocracy. An all-civilian force was in this day and age a very imaginative thing. After all, they were stupid and ignorant, failed to understand strategies, nor could they understand the commanding structure, and they also hadn¡¯t received professional combat training. How could they compare to a knight who was trained in the art of the sword from when he was ten years old? Carter who stood near Roland whispered some advice to him, ¡°Your Highness, this project is not feasible. You look at them and tell me, which of them can hold and balance a sword? I¡¯m afraid that when they encounter the demonic beasts, many of them will desert us, and at that time it will affect the stability of our defense. I suggest that we hire professional mercenaries from Willow Town or elsewhere to guard the walls and let these people do their normal chores. ¡° ¡°No, I¡¯ll use them,¡± Roland refused Carter¡¯s suggestion. He didn¡¯t have a good opinion of the mercenaries who worked for money and did not love the land, and besides, he didn¡¯t form his army to only deal with the demonic beasts ¨C throughout history it was seen that only a force whose member came from their own civilities would be strong and full of vitality. Whether it was the feudal forces, the forces from the not-very-distant past or modern army troops, there were countless examples which verified this rule. ¡°Well, you have the final say,¡± said Carter while shrugging with his shoulders. ¡°Then I will start to train them from tomorrow onwards? Although I don¡¯t know how useful that will be¡­¡± ¡°With a sword? No, you will first take them all for long distance running.¡± Roland suddenly thought of the fact that his chief knight never had experienced these kinds of training exercises. Without any better options he had to change his plan, ¡°Try to find the hunter from last time and bring him to me. You both will be the first to look at how I will handle the training.¡± * Today¡¯s experience may be even more inconceivable than what happened in the last two decades combined. He actually saw His Highness, The 4th Prince Roland Wimbledon from close range. He passed directly by himself and even smiled to him. My God, was the prince drunk?! Three days ago, when he heard the speech of the 4th Prince on the square, he knew that this winter would be different from the past. This time, they would not go to Longsong Stronghold, instead, they would spend the long winter here. The truth was that he didn¡¯t understand most of the reasons mentioned by the prince, but he supported from the bottom of his heart the result of this decision. His own brother died two years ago in the slums of Longsong Stronghold after a whole month without any food supply. They could only rely on the hard-earned coppers he got from unloading goods at the docks. With them, he was able to buy some black bread and share it with his brother. But the winter was too cold. The wind would blow through the many holes in their slum shack. Without enough to eat and with no possibility to maintain their body temperature they couldn¡¯t survive. When his brother got sick, he fell into a coma and never woke up again. Here in Border Town, he at least had a house built out of soil brick. There was no fear of the falling temperature or the many days with snow fall. He also saw many ships filled with wheat docking at the pier, and then the wheat was moved in batches into the castle. Therefore, when he heard that the 4th prince was recruiting a militia force, he directly registered himself. Of course, he had to give up his job as a gravel producer. But the temptation was too big, after all, they would get a monthly salary of 10 silver royals. This was comparable to a skilled mud artisan! He was no longer a young boy. He was only waiting until the spring of next year to marry his future wife Sheryl, a tavern maid. Now he had no problem to save some money. As for the requirements and the future tasks of the militia shown on the notice, he did not pay any attention to them. Anyway, it was to carry the burden of protecting the civilians on behalf of the lord. They had to patrol along the city wall and keep the beasts from climbing up the wall, and withstand the crazy attacks of the demonic beasts. He had to go through a very strict screening process. Alone, the sight of some knights was enough to make people feel afraid. Fortunately, he had a sturdy physique and got through the review, but many scrawny guys were carried away by the knights. In the end, only 100 men were recruited. But he had never expected that the person who would train them would be His Royal Highness the Prince himself! For their training, they were brought to a grass field west of Border Town. In the background the city wall was being built, and in front of them was an unceasingly and continuously extending forest. The prince ordered everyone to line up, and then he went to the site to rest. Just a few days ago they had heavy rain, so the ground was still damp and muddy. The water infiltrated his shoes along the seam at the soles, which made his whole body feel uncomfortable. The stance they were ordered to take was not a normal one. Their hands needed to be aligned vertically, attached to the sides of their thighs, while their backs were required to be perfectly straight. Only a quarter of an hour later they already felt terribly fatigued. This was even harder than breaking stone with a hammer. But he gritted his teeth and tried to hold on. After all, His Royal Highness had said before that those who moved would get no egg for lunch. God, it had been so long since he had eaten an egg. Apparently, all the people around him felt the same way. Although they staggered, most of them still endured. When the prince declared it was time to rest, he found out that his back was already drenched in sweat and the whole standing time wasn¡¯t even long, at most it was two-quarters of an hour. Those who couldn¡¯t persevere till the final moment were annoyed. It seemed as if they could see the eggs rolling away from them. He just didn¡¯t understand. Why did they have to practice this strange stance? Only standing was enough to get several bags of food? If it wasn¡¯t for his Royal Highness training them, he would have already stood up and begun to argue noisily. Unexpectedly, after a short break, the second command His Highness gave was even more eccentric. He asked all the people to continue standing in a line. This time, as long as all of them persevered till the end, they would all get another egg added for lunch. As long as there was a person who gave up, everyone would lose the opportunity to get an additional egg. He heard many people beside him swallowing their saliva. Hell, was this a popular game in the ranks of the nobility? Leading them all around with a carrot on a stick? Damn it, he was not a stupid donkey! ¡­ But in the case that everyone was able to do it, wouldn¡¯t there be two eggs to eat? This was simply the devil¡¯s temptation! Wiping his overflowing saliva away, he decided to fight for the two eggs! TN: One egg to rule them all, One egg to train them, One egg to bring them all, And in the world of tomorrow bind them. Chapter 26 Chapter 26 The Lessons learnt from History ¡°Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?¡± Before Carter only thought that the prince merely acted arbitrarily and alone, but now he thought he had become whimsical. In the theory of how to train a soldier, the chief knight didn¡¯t think that there was a way more professional than their own. His family had a complete set of traditional training methods, from the age of ten to fifteen years, there would be only five years to develop the body and master all kinds of weapon used by a soldier. If they were trained for more than five years, then they would become a top soldier, known as a Knight ¨C of course, the trainees cannot have a civilian background. Looking at the group of morons in front of him, who only had thoughts of eating eggs on their mind, Carter became angry! After all¡­ eggs are expensive! Roland spoke directly into his ear, ¡°Take a good look and remember everything. This is the kind of training which should be performed in the next few days. Of course, some details will change. I will list them for you on a paper.¡± In the age of cold weapons, were two or three months of training enough to train a group of good soldiers? Roland did not think about this question and neither did he need one of those Spartan warriors dressed in underpants who could rip apart wild animals with their bare hands. The individual combat strength of Roland¡¯s people may not be strong but they must be well disciplined and execute every order without fail. Most of the time the group¡¯s strength is more important than the individual strength. So, he needed them to quickly form a unit. To accomplish this task quickly and move over to military training for improving the current situation was the best choice. Out of his personal experience, he knew that one month would be enough to form a group of people from all over the country into a strong cohesive unit. Regardless of the process, the goal was clear. And when this group of people learned to follow orders, Roland could start to implement the next step of his plan. * Van¡¯er ultimately failed to get a second egg to eat. This time, they had to stay double the amount of time of the previous round until someone¡¯s legs went weak and he could no longer persevere. Just at this time, the 4th prince allowed everyone to get some rest and then he ordered his attendants to serve lunch. This successfully transferred the anger from the weakling to the anticipation of eating. At this point, Van¡¯er started to suspect that His Highness probably had never intended to let them get a second egg. The lunch was packed in four huge barrels, which were carried by carriages out of town. In addition to the food, the carriages also contained many bowls and spoons. Van¡¯er licked his lips, ready to jump on the carriages. But he along with everyone else was stopped by the chief knight, who stood in front of them. His Royal Highness the Prince ordered everyone to line up in four rows and to come forward one by one to pick up their cutlery. Whoever disturbed the order would be forced to step back to the end of the line and get their food last. The rows were very noisy as everyone squeezed in to get a good position. Van¡¯er had very good luck, he stood in the forefront of the outermost row. Of course, some people expressed their intense resentment. So within the ranks, the sounds of people fighting with words and movements could be heard. Soon the knights and several guards rushed into the crowd picking out the rioters to be sent to the back of the line. Fool, thought Van¡¯er when he saw the man at the forefront of the rioters. He recognized him. He was the best street fighter in the town, also known as ¡®Insane Fist¡¯. He usually relied on brute force to stir up trouble everywhere. Now, only barehanded against knights and guards armed with swords, he gave of a pitiful picture. Look at his poor appearance now! He felt that he had already grasped His Highness¡¯s preference. That was to become a unit. Standing straight, side by side, the team had to form lines. Everyone had to line up to get something to eat, always keeping order, never stepping out¡­ Van¡¯er had previously heard from a knowledgeable businessman that some of the nobility had a strange hobby. And that was that everything had to be arranged in order, everything which stood out would be forced back into place. In Van¡¯er¡¯s opinion, this kind of person was simply bored and had nothing better to do. So they would even deliberately find some trouble to occupy themselves. He had not expected that His Royal Highness would be such a person. When the lids of the barrels were opened, Van¡¯er could smell the strong aroma of the food. When the aroma scattered, he almost lost himself to temptation. The crowd also became restless, but simultaneously a roar to be quiet came from the chief knight. Van¡¯er thought that they probably had to line up again. Sure enough, the 4th prince had everyone get their cutlery first and then line up again to receive the food. Despite that, all of them had to swallow their saliva and hold back their stomachs which were growling. Given Insane Fist¡¯s example, they all stood quietly, waiting patiently for the food. The barrels were filled with hot wheat porridge. To Van¡¯er¡¯s surprise, he found that the porridge even contained jerky! While it was only a small piece of jerky, even then it was still meat! After he got his share of the porridge, he also got his wish ¨C his egg. Van¡¯er almost wolfed down his food. It looked like he hadn¡¯t eaten for days, as he licked the bottom of his bowl again and again after finishing his food. He didn¡¯t even have the time to bite the egg, as he swallowed it whole, directly sending it into his stomach. Since he ate too fast and wasn¡¯t careful, his tongue developed blisters. After putting the empty bowl down, Van¡¯er patted his belly and happily belched. He hadn¡¯t enjoyed such a delicious meal in a long time. And even more incredible was that he actually felt a sense of satiety. Eating wheat porridge with black bread, even if compared to Heaven, it couldn¡¯t be better. If he could eat like this every day, even fighting in the front lines against the demonic beasts would be worth it, right? After dinner, they all got a long period of time to rest. During this time everyone was brought back within the city walls, walking all the way to the camp of the town¡¯s patrol. A burly man with the rank of a Ranger came out and began to teach them how to set up tents. Van¡¯er knew him ¨C there was no one in town who did not know Iron Axe. His superb skill in archery left even the town¡¯s most experienced hunter thinking that it was at the acme of perfection. Wait a minute, since when did Iron Axe work for the 4th prince? It seemed that he had seen him staying at the side of the knights before. Van¡¯er frowned. In the end, what was His Royal Highness planning? He was a former citizen of the Sand Nation. ¡°Do you really intend to appoint a man of the Sand Nation as captain?¡± Carter was holding this same question, ¡°He does not belong to Graycastle. He is not even a person from our continent.¡± ¡°Witches also do not belong to Graycastle,¡± Roland disagreed, ¡°but they all belong to Border Town. Besides, don¡¯t you see what¡¯s happening?¡± ¡°But, Your Highness¡­¡± ¡°Do not worry,¡± Roland patted the knight¡¯s shoulder, ¡°In Border Town, we do not care about the origin of any person. As long as there is no violation of the law of the Kingdom, they will all be my beloved subjects. You really don¡¯t have to worry. You can also pick two captains. Anyway, in the future, we will expand the number of teams, so it would not be bad to cultivate some promising talents now. Oh, that¡¯s right! I have already written down the training regulations. Compared to the people of the Sand Nation, I think you should be more concerned about this.¡± Carter took the parchment from Roland¡¯s hands. Sweeping through its contents from the beginning to the end, he suddenly felt dizzy. The training content was simply unheard of ¨C for example, in the afternoon everyone had to run laps around Border Town after eating lunch until the sun set. The regulations even emphasized that everyone had to do this and that they were allowed to help each other on the way. If they persevered without giving up until the end, they would all get an additional egg for dinner. Another example was when at night the wolf whistles were blown, everyone had to report immediately. With these kinds of training exercises, he was afraid that most of them would toss from one side to the other side during the night. If the first few exercises were already hard to understand, then the last one, left Carter feeling thoroughly confused. ¡°Every day after dinner, they all have to go to Mr. Karl¡¯s college to receive cultural training.¡± ¡°Your Highness¡­ What is the meaning of cultural training? Do they have to learn how to read and write?¡± ¡°I would hope so, but the time is too short. Karl can only teach them a few simple words and numbers. This part, I will personally explain to Karl. You just need to send them over.¡± ¡°But, why do you want to do this? Learning how to read and write will not be helpful for fighting the demonic beasts!¡± ¡°Who said that?¡± Roland had to yawn, ¡°A good unit must also be well educated. This is a lesson learnt from history.¡± Chapter 27 Chapter 27 A friendly banter Every day the weather was getting colder and colder, and every day Roland woke up later and later. As a member of the ruling class, he certainly had the right to lie longer in bed, until late morning. In particular,every time he slept on his three-velvet cushion blanket bed, he felt like he was falling into soft clouds Dawdling in this kind of a feeling could help him to boost his mood. After Roland washed his face and rinsed his mouth he stepped into his office, where Nightingale had already been waiting for him for a long time. ¡°Well, here is your breakfast. I already ate half of it while it was still hot. But now, it¡¯s cold.¡± said Nightingale as she pouted and pointed toward the table on which less than half of the bread was left. Looking at this scene, it seemed as if she was the owner of this place and not Roland. ¡°Did no one teach you to be humble in the presence of a prince?¡± Roland reached over to take the plates as he sat down at his desk, ¡°I still remember that in the beginning you took etiquette quite seriously.¡± He sighed within his heart. He really had not thought that Nightingale would always be around him instead of accompanying Anna. It seemed as if she wasn¡¯t on a mission but taking a stroll in the sun instead. Before, she had always hid her figure. But now, as long as there were no outsiders around she would openly show herself in the office without even wearing her hood. ¡°Like this?¡± She jumped off the table and gave a perfect noble bow, ¡°Recently you¡¯ve started to get up late. So, I thought eating your breakfast would help you solve this little problem, Your Highness.¡± she leaned herself towards Roland,¡±Anyway, you don¡¯t care, right? I can see that you do not like these tedious rituals. ¡° Her remark was spot on. Roland silently cursed her. Was there anything she didn¡¯t see? He sighed, ¡°Take the breakfast with you. After you begin to eat something, you have to finish it. I¡¯ll get another one if I want to eat.¡± ¡°As you say, Your Highness!¡± She gently smiled and went to put the plate at her side. Roland rolled out a blank parchment, and began to finish the complement design he had drawn partway. If he wanted to hold Border Town, it wouldn¡¯t be that easy after having a tragic victory in their first fight, so he had to do something. On top of that, his new troops had never seen blood. So Roland was worried that once large losses occurred, his newly trained troops wouldn¡¯t be able to bring up the courage to stand on the walls. He needed the weapons of his era to gain an absolute advantage over the demonic beasts. Without a doubt, guns would help. In fact, this era had all the conditions for guns to appear. Alchemists often created a powder, which was called ¡®snow powder¡¯, and was used for court celebrations. But this snow powder had the wrong recipe to be used as gunpowder, it was slow-burning and its explosion was more exaggerated than the damage it did. In the next one hundred years, the prototype of guns ¨C usable for war, will probably appear. Such firearms, because of their complicated operation, would require the collaboration of two people to shoot. Under normal circumstances they were only used as a single-shot weapon. But in terms of rate of fire and power, they were still not comparable with those of a well-trained archer. Roland was certainly not interested in a repeat of history. With the help of the steam engine and the ability of the witches, he could create guns which had real value. ¡°I saw the purchasing order on the table when you were asleep¡±, Nightingale swallowed the last piece of bread, and then casually asked, ¡°What do you plan to do with so much ice? It¡¯s winter. If you want to drink frozen ale you only need to put it outside the house, so why would you buy extra ice? ¡° The upper nobility liked to use ice in the summer ¨C they used it together with saltpeter to enjoy cooled milk, fruit juice, or wine. Since now was the time of the cold season, the price for the acquisition of saltpeter was very low. ¡°To make iced cheese, the current temperature isn¡¯t low enough,¡± answered Roland. Although the woman in front of him wasn¡¯t an enemy, he could not tell her everything like he did to Anna. The steam engine was something different, but things like firearms didn¡¯t require such a high level of technological understanding. Once spread out, their distribution could no longer be controlled. As long as he didn¡¯t know what kind of a person she was, it would be better to keep some things a secret from her. When he thought till here, he said imploringly to Nightingale, ¡°Does the Witch Cooperation Association not only search for the Holy Mountain but also train witches as assassins?¡± ¡°No, they just swarm together in order to find the cure to end their pitiful life,¡± Nightingale waved her hand dismissively, ¡°I joined the Witch Cooperation Association, but that was only two years ago.¡± ¡°In other words, you were working for someone else before?¡± Her excellent knife throwing skills were a product of years of hard training and good instruction, so Roland could confirm that, ¡°So apart from me, there are also other people who are willing to shelter witches?¡± ¡°Shelter?¡± Nightingale¡¯s face became a little strange, ¡°How could¡­ If he had known that I was a witch, he wouldn¡¯t even let me through his door. I¡¯m afraid he would have killed me in secret if I had stayed with him after exposing it to him.¡± ¡°Oh? Can you tell me more?¡± Nightingale smiled and shook her head, but this time the smile contained many unknown emotions, ¡°Your Highness, you have to wait until the time is right before I tell you. I know what you are anxious about, but please rest assured. Five years ago I got my freedom, and now I no longer need to work for anyone else. ¡° His verification test failed, it seemed that his charm points were not high enough, ah¡­ But her answers confirmed at least one of his presumptions ¨C at least five years ago, she was a person who was involved in some shady business. Fortunately,it seemed that teaching and using Nightingale was apparently a coincidence, and her former employer was not like himself, who intended to employ a large number of witches. Roland did not pursue this point any further as he bent over his drawing to finish it instead. After some time he was a little bit surprised that the usually talkative Nightingale had now become quiet, and the only sound in the room was that of the fire burning. By the time Roland raised his head to stretch his sore neck, he could not detect any sign of her in the office. ¡°To walk out without saying anything?,¡± he muttered, as he folded the parchment in his hands and put it into his personal pocket. The next days he was busy with drawing the weapons designs or testing the already finished designs. His intention was to make the famous flintlock firearm. This kind of weapon was already tested through history; the difficulty was to make a gun similar to a harquebus. First the gunpowder had to be inserted and then the lead ball was to be loaded. The firing rate was close to three rounds per minute, so it really didn¡¯t require much skill in order to deal with the demonic beasts. Most of the demonic beasts couldn¡¯t climb the walls, so the shooting distance was approximately equal to the height of the walls, which was twelve feet. At this distance, even with a bad aim it should be possible to hit the beasts, and the lead ball would also not lose much of its power. If only the skin of the demonic beasts evolved to be as hard as steel, then they could be easily shot and killed. The disadvantage laid in the production time of a flintlock. It started with the matchlock; the smith had to slowly hammer it into form from the barrel to the trigger. The entire production of a gun would take about three months, wherein the barrel needed the largest part of it. First it had to be beaten into a thin and cylindrical shape, and then the spiral grooves could be engraved. Although without the right equipment it was quite sophisticated, but it should still be possible for a well-learned blacksmith to make a good barrel. This was also one of the reason that Roland created the steam engine first. With the steam engine, he could use a steel drill to bore the drill directly into the solid iron, so with this the production speed could significantly be increased. He didn¡¯t need a master blacksmith to do the work, he only needed one table on which he could affix the barrel. Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Fierce Scar When Roland tried to change the theory into practice, he discovered that it wasn¡¯t as easy as he imagined. In the backyard after four or five days, the production of a harder drill was successful. It was easily quiet since he could use the high-temperature flame from Anna, which could easily get above 1500 degrees, and was enough to melt iron. Without needing to think about temperature control, and using the conventional method of producing steel, it was easy and quickly possible to make a small quantity of steel bars ¨C namely the high-speed stirring of iron clubs with molten iron. The excess carbon and other impurities in the pig iron would oxidize when coming into contact with the air. By repeating this several times before letting the molten iron cool down, it was possible to get high-quality steel. The problem laid within the steam engine. The worked up noise and vibration by his prototype of the steam engine was very impressive, even when stabilizing the drill it was impossible to complete a pipe. When doing heavy work or menial jobs, this degree of tremor didn¡¯t matter, but processing a gun barrel was clearly not possible. If he wanted to improve the steam engine, he would have to create a centrifugal mechanics governor to control the output power of the steam engine, and then he could reduce the tremor by using gears to adjust the rotation speed of the drill. And he need a simple lathe machining gear. With all this in mind, Roland simply found no way to achieve this goal while preparing for the coming Months of the Demons. In the end, he could only use the old fashioned way, and let a blacksmith hammer the drill into the barrel. But the plan to mass-produce firearms was impossible. According to the number of smithies in Border Town, it was only possible to produce 3-4 root barrels each month, but only in the case that he stopped the production of the second steam engine. The only good news was that didn¡¯t have to worry about the quality of the barrels. The blacksmith only had to knock out a rough pipe, and then Anna could do the unifying commissure, her work was seamless and so good that it basically eliminated the risk of a barrel explosion. So Roland had no choice but to change his former plan. He had intended to recruit hunters from Border Town, who would then form a rifle team ¨C most of them were proficient in archery with either a bow or crossbow, both were handy weapons. In addition, they only need a short amount of time to train with the firearms, so they could be quickly sent into combat. But now with only four guns produced before the Months of the Demons, he could only pick the most outstanding hunters and had no manpower to build up an elite group. Roland decided to let Iron Axe handle this matter, he already spent fifteen years in Border Town, so he should know who the best hunters are. * For the last month, Brian was unhappy. Especially when he met the militia in the street, his unsatisfied feeling would be doubled¡­ He even felt a trace of loathing. He felt His Highness had forgotten him. A month ago when he was called by the chief knight, he was full of excitement. He would have close contact with the 4th Prince, and get orders directly from His Royal Highness, how fortunate and glorious would that be! He grew up in Border Town, and although he born from a common hunting family, by virtue of his ability he was able to get a place as town patrol. He knew he could not rely on his family background to become a knight, but instead could only wait for the opportunity to get enough merits to receive the honor of becoming a knight. His Highness asked him what he knew about the demonic beasts, so he was apparently unwilling to give up his own territory during the winter. He was trying to find ways to fight the demonic beasts. Later the wantonly built walls also proved that there was no doubt that this year they would spend the Months of the Demons in Border Town. If he wanted to stop the invasion of the demonic beasts here, we would have to set up a front-fighting team. Brian thought that he himself was a good candidate, he was proficient in investigating, fencing, and riding, and in the last year he was even the last person in Border Town who ignited the flames, proving that he did not lack courage, but he had never expected that His Highness intended to elect a team from the civilian population to fight against the demonic beasts! Yes, a purely civilian team, and not just him, but the entire patrol team of ten people were not accepted during the review by the chief knight. This was simply incredible, did His Highness think that these people, who had never held a sword, would be better at fighting than his own town patrol? He was afraid that when they got to see the evil beast¡¯s fierce appearance they would instantly collapse! But His Highness seemed to be serious¡­ He not only trained the mob, but even gave them a uniform and many other clothes. Every afternoon Brian could see this group of people dressed up in a brown and gray leather armor, they were arranged in two columns running down the street. In the beginning, they were lacking any order, but recently the had become neater and neater. While he himself still had to perform his boring task every day, he couldn¡¯t see any possibility of promotion now. When he was tossing and turning at night, he could hear a sound at his door, then the door opened and someone came in quietly. ¡°Hey, we are up,¡± whispered a person in a low voice. Brian could tell to whom this voice belonged, it belonged to member of his own patrol, nicknamed Fierce Scar. In his room slept five people. In addition to himself and Greyhound, the other three quickly stood up, and they seemed well prepared, they hadn¡¯t even taken off their coats. ¡°Captain, get up, I have something important to tell you.¡± In Longsong Stronghold Fierce Scar had a noble relative, who had not heard of his great noble uncle? So thanks to this he had a high status within the team. It was not good for Brian to ignore him, so he had to climb up and ask, ¡°What happened?¡± Greyhound also woke up, ¡°This is¡­ it¡¯s so late, why don¡¯t you sleep¡­ aren¡¯t you sleepy?¡± ¡°I have the greatest job in your lives to introduce to you, you want to be canonized as a knight, right?¡± ¡°What¡­What? Knight?¡± Greyhound was surprised. Brian heart jump wildly and he quickly asked, ¡°In the end what is the job?¡± ¡°You all know my uncle Hill, he isn¡¯t only the herald of Duke Ryan, even more, he is one of his confidants. This is news he himself personally confessed to me,¡± Fierce Scar spoke with a low voice, ¡°The 4th Prince preparing to shake off the shackles from Longsong Stronghold made Duke Ryan very unhappy. He has decided to let the prince know who the true owner of the western border is. ¡° ¡°Difficult, difficult, don¡¯t¡­ your plan¡­ assassination¡­¡± Greyhound was so nervous he even begun to stammer, and he didn¡¯t even speak a complete sentence. ¡°How would that be possible,¡± Fierce Scar laughed maniacally, ¡°After all, he is a Prince, if we kill him, not even Duke Ryan could shelter us. I said this is your biggest chance in your life.¡± Brain felt subconsciously that the deal was certainly not as simple as he claimed it to be, but the temptation to be canonized as a knight was too great, he could not help himself and opened his mouth, ¡°Begin to talk, we are listening.¡± ¡°Food! If he has no food, he can only humble himself and go back to Longsong Stronghold where Duke Ryan already promised him a place. As long as we can successfully burn the food, which the 4th Prince had previously bought, Duke Ryan will organize the canonization ceremony for us, and will give each of us fiefdom east of Longsong Stronghold. This is a golden opportunity, Captain, what do you think? ¡° ¡°Y-you are crazy¡­ now, hadn¡¯t His Royal Highness¡¯ astrologer said that this year¡­ Months of the Demons would likely hold on for more than four months¡­ if we set the food on fire, if we burn it all, what would we eat!?¡± Greyhound again and again shook his head, ¡°two¡­ two years ago, there was a great famine, has everyone forgotten it?¡± ¡°What does it have to do with us?¡± asked another person disdainfully, ¡°Anyway, I do not intend to stay here, if we do the job for Duke Ryan, we can live a comfortable life in the stronghold.¡± ¡°Yes, do you want to eat this hell of slag for a lifetime, do you?¡± Other people begun to chime in. Hell, they already colluded at an earlier time. Brian¡¯s heart became cold, and in addition, except Greyhound most of them were from outside of Border Town, they came from all over the kingdom and they don¡¯t have any nostalgia with this town. Feeling powerless to stop them, Brian had to change the subject, ¡°But the purchased wheat was transferred to His Royal Highness¡¯ castle, and all the doors are guarded by His Highness¡¯ knights, how could you go through with your plan?¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I need your help,¡± Fierce Scar smiled proudly, ¡°From an early age you have stayed in this broken place, so no one is more familiar with the environment here than you. I remember that you once said that there is a ravine in an abandoned well, and its end is connected with the castle¡¯s water supply. Through it, we can silently enter the castle garden. Didn¡¯t you find it when you were still a child? How is it? With this easy task, you can become a knight in the future ¨C a knight personally canonized by Duke Ryan. ¡° A knight¡­ should not do any injustice, instead, he should have the courage to fight against it, and he should not be afraid of any danger, and should always be ready to protect the weak! For Duke Ryan¡¯s personal gains, the residents of his hometown would face the threat of hunger and death? Becoming a knight like this, there was no glory at all! He refused to open his mouth, but Greyhound begun to shout. ¡°You are a group of maniacs! You¡­ you¡¯re¡­ actually thinking about the idea of burning the food! I would never! Never let you leave this place! I will report it, report to¡­ ahh,¡± Greyhound only spoke until here, his voice suddenly became weaker, with an incredible look he turned around, looking at a former teammate standing behind him and sneering at him. A black dagger was insert in Greyhound¡¯s waist; the dagger was totally inserted into the body. Greyhound shivered twice, he opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he could only emit a hoarse breathing sound. The other guard stirred his dagger twice, and then he abruptly withdrew it. Greyhound, like a doll who suddenly lost its support, softly crumbled to the ground. ¡°How?¡± Fierce Scar was suddenly so close to Brian, that the latter could even feel the foul breath exhaled from his mouth, ¡°I think you have made a decision, right, Captain Brian?¡± TN: If you are interested into the centrifugal mechanics governor, here are more informations and a video Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Fury The Castle in Border Town hadn¡¯t always stood in the place it stood now. When they laid the foundation for the first castle, the ground collapsed due to an underground cave. Because of this, the Castle position had been moved. The already excavated sewers were mostly destroyed in the collapse, and some parts were still intact, but these parts were also discarded because of the relocation and redevelopment of the castle. When Brian was still young, he often played in these underground tunnels, and one day he accidentally found a route from an abandoned well outside the castle wall that directly lead to a well in the castle garden. Brian told the news of this discovery to his father, but he got a severely beating in return. His father also warned him that trespassing into the lord¡¯s castle was a capital offense, in the case that he was found it could only end with a journey to the gallows. Through this Brian was frightened for his life and never went into the old sewers again. However, when people get together they will start to drink and chat, and during such occasions he had repeatedly boasted about his own ability to have direct access to the castle. Now he was extremely regretting it. The entire town¡¯s patrol apart from Greyhound were nine men. In other words, Fierce Scar had convinced the entire town¡¯s patrol ¨C and they were now working for Duke Ryan, who was in control of the western part of the kingdom. Furthermore, the rewards were so good, that presumably only very few people could withstand this temptation. The abandoned well was in the part of the place which collapsed in the beginning, and it was still a wasteland even today. Fierce Scar ordered Brian with his sword to lead the way, and during the whole time on their way to the well Brian was caught in the middle of the group. The fairly spacious waterways he could remember from his childhood had now become very narrow. Because nobody went through this way, the water diversion had dug many holes in which have grown many vines. The guy who stabbed Greyhound was leading the way at the forefront and holding a torch, in the other hand he held a hatchet to clear the way of all obstacles. While Brian pretended to recall the road, in the bottom of his heart, he secretly thought on a way to escape. But for such actions this was clearly a very inconvenient place, here he had no possibility of escaping. Only in the castle, there was the possible to obtain a slim chance. But how should he do it? Should he cry out loud to lead His Highness¡¯ guards to them? No¡­no that was a bad idea, Fierce Scar only had to raise his hand and he would be able to take Brian¡¯s own life, he had to get away from him, otherwise his fate would be like that of Greyhound. When thinking about Greyhound, Brian¡¯s eyes became somewhat gloomy. Before Border Town had been established, he and Brian himself were already living here. They grew up and played many times together, and even joined the town¡¯s patrol together, which was Brian¡¯s idea. Greyhound had never expected that he himself would be elected as captain of the patrol. Brian had been happy for him for a long time, but because of his stuttering, Greyhound had suffered much contempt. But today, he finally had the chance to be recognized ¨C at last an opportunity arrived, thought Brian. But when Greyhound went down and Fierce Scar snarled towards Brian, Fierce Scar sarcastically told him directly to his face the true reason why everyone elected Greyhound as captain. ¡°Fool, he was elected because an important job of the captain is to stay behind during the Months of the Demons and take care of things, like igniting the flames to ring the alarm. We let you do this, because why should I do such a dangerous task? ¡° This sentence was like a sharp knife, directly stabbing into Brian¡¯s ear. So those who modestly declined when they got the offer for promotion¡­ Those congratulations words were so false, their true reason was so ugly. He showed a look of shock and despair across his face, to cover up the raging anger within his heart. This was simply inexcusable, Brian secretly raged, someone must pay the price for this! After walking for half an hour through the dried sewer, the crowd finally could hear the sound of flowing water. This meant that they weren¡¯t far away from their destination. After they turned around a corner, the front was suddenly a lot more open and bright, the open place could accommodate two people standing side by side. The person moving in front of the group said, ¡°There is no road ahead, it¡¯s the mouth of the shaft.¡± ¡°What now?¡± asked Fierce Scar while poking Brain with the sword. ¡°Tell him to look up,¡± Brian narrated, ¡°We have finally arrived.¡± This abandoned channel was just in the middle of the castle sewer. At the time of the repairs, maybe due to negligence, they didn¡¯t seal this interface. Fierce Scar stuck close to the wall and took a probing look, at his feet the rushing water was three feet deep, and when he looked upwards he was able to see the night sky through a small hole. He let other people of him to look at Brian, and he took his backpack and pulled out a bundle of rope, fastened a hook to it and gently tossed it up, only to hear the sound of the hook firmly sticking to edge of the wellhead. Fierce scar followed the rope, cautiously climbing out. Soon, he tugged at the rope from above and the other people schematically went up. After a long wait, it was finally Brian¡¯s turn to climb up the well. Originally they could only see the caste far into the distance but now stood right in front of them. Fierce Scar grabbed Brian and ordered silently, ¡°You¡¯re coming with us to the warehouse.¡± Brian had only been here once. Although in his memory the look of the castle had become blurred, he still knew where they were, if they forced open the nearest door to the well, they would directly enter the castle. At this time most of the people in the castle had already gone to sleep, and the oil lamp hanging at the wall of the corridor had already been extinguished, too. In the darkness, someone had to light a fire. The weak fire illuminated only a radius of a few feet, but Brian was waiting for his chance, which would certainly come. When the team came to a fork in the road leading to the basement, he aimed for the stairway leading downwards, and suddenly rushed past his guards. The guards at Brian¡¯s side were caught off guard, despite paying attention to every movement he did, Brian just jumped too fast, so they had not a chance to respond, but soon they reacted and jumped down after him. He fell down the stairs, out of the range of the light and disappeared into the darkness. ¡°Oh shit, damn it!¡± Fierce scar immediately pulled out his dagger and jumped down to to catch up. He thought that Brian would take advantage of the darkness and would play hide and seek with him, so he was caught off-guard when Brian didn¡¯t escape. He instead stood patiently at the end of the stairs as if he was waiting for him. Fierce Scar noted that his other accomplices were already lying motionless on the ground, and in Brian¡¯s hands were the men¡¯s weapon. ¡°Idiot, do you think you have a chance of winning against me?¡± Fierce Scar took on an alert posture, and he could also hear his other men coming down the steps, ¡°We have seven people, and you are alone.¡± Brian did not answer; it was already needless to constrain his own fury any longer. He brought up his sword and quickly slashed diagonally downwards, hitting Fierce Scar¡¯s sword, instantly creating sparks. Before Fierce Scar could even take his next defense posture, Brian¡¯s sword tip had already pierced his shoulder! Fierce Scar gave off a pained roar, and took a step back to let another man step forward, blocking Brian¡¯s pursuit. This was an excellent place for Brian to fight, with narrow aisles his opponents could simply not take advantage of their superior numbers. He just stood in the center of the corridor and had only the enemies in front of him. He would be able to hold off two people, who had to fight with there swords side by side. In fencing, Brian would not lose confidence against anyone in the patrol. When these group of lazy scumbags were gambling and indulging in a bar, he was still honing his combat skills, regardless of wind, frost, rain, and snow, unbroken through the whole years ¨C this was his choice and the reason why he didn¡¯t shout for help immediately. He wanted to personally avenge Greyhound. Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Out of the fog The substitute for Fierce Scar came forward to merely receive two fast attacks from Brian before getting his sword swept away. They were not much of a town patrol, it would be more correct to call them a group of bullies. Thinking this fueled Brian¡¯s anger even more. In addition to extortion and blackmail, what else did these people do? Greyhound and Brian had carried out the tasks given by the lord without any loose threads, but the ranks beneath them were a completely different category. But¡­¡­ it was this group of trash, who would be the group taking refuge in the stronghold. This scum, the scourge of the two who even dared to kill Greyhound by employing an extremely despicable method. This was unforgivable! His sword slashed towards his frightened opponent and cut his neck off ¨C but just in this moment, a shadow which stuck behind his former target¡¯s back attacked Brian¡¯s heart in the blink of an eye. The blow was too subtle, so when Brian noticed it, it was already too late to parry. In a desperate act, he violently threw himself backwards to the ground, and at the same time while he was falling backwards, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest region. After two rolls backwards, he immediately stood up again and took a defensive posture. Brian was lucky that the sneak attack just now had only pierced his coat and skin, and didn¡¯t cause any heavy injury. The key was to stab at a man¡¯s weak point with the sword! From the impression he had of his own patrol members, he was sure that none of them had fencing skills. ¡°Huh? You actually escaped,¡± the man kicked the lost weapons of his dead teammates away, and step by step came forward towards Brian. What the hell? Brian found himself unable to recognize the other one ¨C he was not a tall man, but his hands were too big in comparison to his body, when his arms were hanging down from his sides his hands almost reached his knees, his eyes were so strange; Brian could swear that he had never seen this pair of eyes. ¡°You are not a member of the town patrol¡­ Who the hell are you?¡± Although five of the ten members from the town patrol were living next door and he rarely dealt with them, he could still always recognize these people. So this guy obviously replaced one of them and followed the team on their way into the castle. The fact that he didn¡¯t previously see him on their way into the castle was not surprising, after all, the night was pitch-black. However, there was no reaction from the group of Fierce Scar. Since they regarded him without surprise, there was only one possibility, this guy was previously arranged for by Fierce Scar. ¡°You can guess the answer. Why do you need to ask me?¡± he replied while smiling indifferently, ¡°Anyway, you are going to die soon.¡± ¡°Damn, he hurt me!¡± Fierce Scar bitterly flamed, ¡°Viper, quickly chop off his hands and feet, I want to slowly bathe in his blood!¡± ¡°Unfortunately, Mr. Hill, I must give priority to the completion of the task given to me by my Lord.¡± Just like his name, this guy was really the incarnation of a serpent. He would always attack from a strange and tricky angle, in addition to his extremely long arm span. He directly forced Brian into a bitter struggle. Brian was forced back again and again, and he could never find an opportunity to counter attack. He was just too careless! In his heart, Brian could feel some anxiety welling up. He had already fought so long in this underground walkway, so the guards above should have already noticed the fight, right? He had originally intended to personally avenge Greyhound, but now he could only hope to live a little bit longer, waiting for the Knight Guards of His Highness to come break the siege of these villains. ¡°You seem to be waiting for something.¡± Viper suddenly suspended his attacks, ¡°I guess you¡¯re waiting for the prince¡¯s knights to come rescue you? Unfortunately, this stone castle is differently built from the common pubs and brothels. It¡¯s only a matter of time before those wooden shacks break down. But this door here, even if you tear out your throat while shouting, the people behind would never hear any sound. ¡° When Brain heard the reason, he could not help himself and hesitated for a moment. This was exactly the opportunity Viper had been waiting for. He slashed with his sword downwards, pressing Brian¡¯s sword down, and paralyzing him in his movements, then he slightly raised his other hand and triggered the hidden hand crossbow in his sleeve. A one-finger long bolt shot from the cuff, and when Brian heard the humming sound of the mechanism, the bolt had already pierced into his lungs. Suddenly an unbearable pain exploded within his chest. Brian threw his sword in Viper¡¯s direction and then turned back and ran. However, his pulmonary blood was seeping quickly into his trachea and made it difficult for him to breathe. He really couldn¡¯t run far. He tripped over a threshold, took some staggering steps and fell heavily to the ground. Viper soon caught up, he wanted to end this fight quickly, but was held back by Fierce Scar. ¡°Let me do it,¡± hissed Fierce Scar through his gritted teeth, ¡°I want to kill this guy! After all, he stabbed me!¡± A cold look flashed through Viper¡¯s eyes, but in the end, he still stepped aside, ¡°But do it fast, and do not forget that we still have other business down here.¡± Fierce Scar grabbed Brian¡¯s hair and growled at him, ¡°Believe me, you will die slowly and very painfully.¡± Brian wanted to spit into Fierce Scar¡¯s face, but his body strength flowed away like water into a bottomless hole. He did not know how much longer he could live on. The regrets of his life came into his mind, such as not yet meeting his wife and not fulfilling his dream to become a knight. But what he regretted the most was¡­ that he didn¡¯t avenge Greyhound. Wait, what was that? He blinked once and suddenly there was a woman sitting on the lid of a box, although within this dark light, he couldn¡¯t see her appearance clearly, but with such an exquisite body there was no doubt that she was a woman. Hell, was this an illusion?¡­ it has to be. He fell into this room at midnight, and there was definitely not anyone inside! Could it be that God in heaven had heard his complaints and specially made this fantasy to comfort him? ¡°Hey, you¡¯re playing so lively in someone else¡¯s place and even intend to kill someone in front of my face. I¡¯m afraid this isn¡¯t appropriate right?¡± Fierce Scar saw something flickering at the edge of his view, so he abruptly let go of Brian¡¯s hair. He took his sword out of its scabbard and turned to her while hearing that several other members of his team were doing the same, ¡°Who are you!?¡± Why would they too respond to her¡­ Wait, with his dim consciousness Brian begun to think, what if when what he was seeing wasn¡¯t an illusion? ¡°Of course, I¡¯m here,¡± the woman jumped from the box, bent over and patted the dust off her gown. In the dim firelight, Brian could see strange patterns embroidered on her robe ¨C three juxtaposed triangles, and set in the center was a huge eye. The contour of the eye, when illuminated by the fire seemed a bit golden. ¡°Why are you here? Sneaking through the sewers like rats.¡± Her voice was clear and sweet but her face showed no emotions. This was an anomaly ¡­¡­ anyone seeing such a murder scene shouldn¡¯t be so calm. Viper was aware of this point. He looked solemn as he slowly turned around to face the new opponent and suddenly attacked with a piercing strike. The woman didn¡¯t look concerned as she casually waved her hand. But Viper didn¡¯t even see her arms moving, he only felt a cold wind blowing through his body. Seeing such an unbelievable sight, Fierce Scar could only stare in disbelief. He rushed forward to help Viper, but he could see that he came too late for Viper because the place where his arm normally was, was already empty. Along with his falling arm and sword, Viper dropped to the ground. Seeing this, Fierce Scar was overwhelmed by fright and could feel a strangling pressure in his throat. Others did not know, but he knew very well the ins and outs of Viper. ¡°Vicious, cunning and very dangerous.¡± This was his uncle¡¯s evaluation of Viper. He could recruit other people, he held absolute strength, and should never be underestimated, it was even difficult for Brian to hold off Viper¡¯s attacks for half a quarter of an hour. But now, he had been casually blown away by a woman, and even got his whole arm cut off. ¡°Everyone don¡¯t stupidly stand around! Go and kill her!¡± shouted Viper while pressing on his wounds. Due to his excessive bleeding, Brian¡¯s vision began to blur. He could only hear chaotic footsteps, sounds from weapons clashing, as well as the sound of bodies hitting the ground everywhere around him. Then¡­ everything became muffled. In the end, what happened? He tried to turn his head, and looked in the direction of the fight ¨C what he saw then was a picture which was too difficult to understand. The woman was just like a ghost, walking in and out of the crowd however she wanted, vanishing out of sight again and again. Every one of her attacks would penetrate the enemy¡¯s vitals. It wasn¡¯t possible to call it a fight, it would be better to say she was dancing. He had never seen anyone able to wield murderous weapons while having such a sense of rhythm, slaying high and low, drawing an inconceivable path. In contrast, the people around her were nothing more than a group of clumsy clowns. They tried to fight back, only to fall in vain. In the end, only she was left standing, proud and independent. That was the last scene he saw before he lost his consciousness. Chapter 31 Chapter 31 ¡°Our friend¡± Roland was sitting at his desk in a dazed state. He actually didn¡¯t expect that someone was trying to commit murder in his castle. He was afraid that if Nightingale hadn¡¯t promptly discovered them, they would have murdered him in cold blood. Who ordered this assassination attempt? Was it his third sister, or one of his other siblings? Why were they doing this? It was a five-year struggle for the throne, but in the past few months they had already tried to kill him twice. Roland, full of irritation, banged his desk. This was simply outrageous! Couldn¡¯t they just let him face the Months of the Demons? Footsteps could be heard from outside of the door. It was Carter, his chief knight. After he pushed open the door he said, ¡°Your Highness, the identities of the deceased have been identified. From the eight bodies, seven were original members of the patrol, but the last one is still unidentified. In addition, there are two who are still alive and under the care of the witch¡­ if not¡­ After being treated by Miss Pyne, they have yet to wake up. Also the path to the sewers is being closely guarded now.¡± They were from the town patrol? He knew that the team raised by the former Lord wasn¡¯t reliable. Roland gritted his teeth, actually, eight from the ten people were disloyal, so not letting them join the militia was really the right choice. ¡°That is good, and also make sure they are always well-guarded, don¡¯t let them commit suicide like the last time!¡± ¡°Like¡­The last time?¡± ¡°Oh, nothing.¡± Roland shook his head. Apparently due to Nightingale¡¯s early wake up call, his head was still confused. ¡°Anyway, I want to know everything about them. Who is their leader? Who is their contact person? Who is their investor? You must investigate all of this and more¡­¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Carter had gotten his orders, but he did not leave immediately, instead he went down on one knee and said, ¡°That the assassins could sneak into the castle was my dereliction of duty. I hope Your Highness will punish me.¡± ¡°Enough is enough. At that time, you weren¡¯t even in the castle, so this has nothing to do with you.¡± ¡°Well ¡­¡­¡± Carter hesitated, ¡°Can you tell me who it was in the end that prevented this assassination attempt? I could see from the scene, that they¡­¡± the knight had to swallow, ¡°all of them seem to be have been killed by the same person and were totally defenseless.¡± ¡°That you can tell?¡± Roland was curious. ¡°If they were evenly matched, the scene wouldn¡¯t be so clean and the wounds would be in a wide range all over the bodies,¡± Carter whispered, ¡°Everybody was killed down in the small warehouse, in addition to blood and dead bodies there was nothing else on the ground. There was almost no damage to the goods placed down there. Those big boxes which store bacon didn¡¯t even have a sword cut. That shows that the man didn¡¯t need to use any cover, it seems as if he was taking a walk in a small clearing. With all due respect, Your Highness, this is just too incredible. ¡± ¡°So that¡¯s the reason,¡± Roland nodded his head, he understood the meaning of Carter¡¯s explanation. After a theoretically strong person was surrounded, he would fall into an extreme adverse situation ¨C real fights usually didn¡¯t end like what was shown in movies, where the surrounded person sends one enemy after the other towards the ground. An attack from a blind spot would be particularly deadly. So to fight many, the correct approach would be to rely on the terrain and the environment so that they could always face the opposition. But Nightingale was not one of those ordinary people. ¡°No matter what you do, you have to complete the mission I gave you, first. This person cannot be revealed yet, but when the time comes, I¡¯ll tell you.¡± Although he knew that the chief knight was one of his loyal and reliable subordinates and that he also knew that Nana and Anna were witches, but Roland still chose to hide the presence of Nightingale from him, because the difference between her and the other two witches was that she didn¡¯t belong to their side. She only stayed in Border Town because of Anna. She belonged to the Witch Association Cooperation, and would sooner or later leave this town. Carter gave a salute and retired. Roland could understand his thoughts. As a person well versed with the sword, Carter constantly practiced a training program that was produced from summarizing and accumulating fighting techniques for hundreds of years, and in truth they were proud of their heritages. But when he saw the scene in the warehouse, he couldn¡¯t believe it and began to have doubts ¨C if sword play could be perfected to such a state, of which heritage were they normally so proud of? ¡°I thought you would tell me to come out,¡± Nightingale revealed herself. She was still sitting on the corner of his desk, with crossed legs. ¡°I also thought about it. How about it? You can just settle down here as my hidden sword. You will get two gold royals as monthly salary, the double of what Anna gets. What do you think?¡± Roland began to advise it further ¡°You will get a house with a garden, two days off each week, and even paid leave every year ¨C uh, that¡¯s it, the rest would only be a monetary reward.¡± To his surprise, Nightingale didn¡¯t flatly refuse him. She only smiled and said neither yes or no, ?I cannot abandon my companions, no matter what.¡± ¡°That would be now, but when the winter is over, Border Town will begin a time of reconstruction. And at that time, how many people will still care about it. And then¡­ the witches will no longer have to suffer discrimination while walking in the streets. No one will see you as the devil¡¯s spokesperson.¡± ¡°And so on¡­ You are always talking about it,¡± said Nightingale indifferently. It was time to stop. It was always better to see than to hear. This kind of thing could only be changed slowly. Roland changed the subject, ¡°Nana has been safely sent back, right?¡± ¡°Ah yes, but she got spooked.¡± Roland sighed, it couldn¡¯t be helped, after all, it was midnight when she had been woken up by Nightingale. When she was brought to the scene and saw the battle place, she almost threw up. Nightingale gave him a short account about the things which happened, and then he told her to get Nana. Usually, Nana had to only heal chickens. But now, when the little girl saw people covered in blood, she immediately fainted. After a short while, she woke up and began to heal the person from the town patrol with her face full of tears. In order to keep Nana¡¯s family in the dark, Nightingale was also responsible for taking her back. When everything was settled, it was almost daybreak. ¡°How was the investigation? Could you figure out which of my good brothers or sisters sent them?¡± Nightingale shook her head, ¡°They were all people of your own patrol, with only one exception, but he also didn¡¯t carry any identity-related evidence with him. With enough money, anyone could hire them. But I think that this perhaps isn¡¯t related to your siblings.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because it was extremely unorganized. During multiple occasions, the team actually had a lot infighting. And immediately after their failure they didn¡¯t commit suicide, leaving at least two people alive. And then, they had no professional performance. In general, they were just street punks. This is unlike the style of your brothers and sisters, it is more likely that it was a layman¡¯s plan. I think that even if I wasn¡¯t here there was no way their assassination attempt would have succeeded. Don¡¯t forget that Anna is sleeping downstairs. ¡± Nightingale reached for Roland¡¯s cup, she didn¡¯t seem to care about drinking from the same cup as him, and then said, ¡°No matter what, your knight had asked for the truth of what happened in the sewers, and I bet he will soon know the truth ¨C compared with the former piece of your sister, that guy is much less professional. If I hadn¡¯t left, he would still kneel before me begging me to not to kill him.¡± ¡°That seriously injured patrol member, it seems that he is the one I summoned not too long ago.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Nightingale tilted her head, ¡°I think that you¡¯ll have to reward him. If he hadn¡¯t stood up against the other guys, I would not have found them so quickly and they would have slipped into the basement of the castle. Although it is still not clear why he did that, but the enemy¡¯s enemy is our friend, right? ¡± Yes, Roland thought, but the important part was not if he is a friend or foe, but rather that Nightingale said the two words. ¨C ¡°Our friend.¡° Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Knight When Brian woke up, the first thing that caught his eyes was the white ceiling. The sunlight shining through the window was somewhat bright, so he had to close his eyes a little. Then when his eyes got used to the sunlight, he opened them again, only to find the scene in front of him unchanged. Feeling that it wasn¡¯t a dream, he thought, I¡¯m¡­ still alive? He tried to move his body, but soon noticed that he could only lift his fingers a little bit. It seemed that his whole body¡¯s strength was gone. Then he heard someone shouting, ¡°He woke up! Go and inform His Highness!¡± His Highness? Brian felt like his brain was filled with paste and that his thought process was many times slower than usual. By the way, what happened after I fainted? I can only remember that Viper pierced my chest and that I was dying, and in my last moment I could see a ghostly woman who defeated all the enemies in an incredible way¡­ Soon a maid arrived to help him up so that he could sit in the bed. Then another maid came holding a basin and sat down next to him and immediately began to help him clean his face. In his whole life Brian had never experienced such comprehensive personal service, plus the maids were all young women, which made the situation really awkward for him. Fortunately, the situation did not last long. As soon as the 4th Prince entered the room, everyone else left. Brian could feel a surging heat within his heart. He had too much to ask, but then, when he tried to open his mouth he didn¡¯t know from where to begin. But contrary to what he had expected, Roland nodded and said, ¡°I already know of all your past achievements, and Brian, you are worthy of the title of a hero.¡± Hearing the word ¡°Hero¡±, Brian suddenly felt his eyes begin to tear up. He began to sob and his voice choked, ¡°No¡­ Your Highness, my friend¡­is the real ¡­¡± Roland patted him on his shoulder so as to comfort him. It was exactly like Nightingale had predicted. After Fierce Scar was dragged into the torture chamber, he began to tell everything he knew before the warden even put his hands on him. The one behind this group was not his sister or any other of his siblings, but Longsong Stronghold¡¯s Elk family. Count Elk got in contact with his distant relative Hiller Dmitry. Afterwards, Fierce Scar gained control over most of the town patrol with the lure of a reward. In addition, he also sent an assassin to replace one of the members in the team to prevent an accident from occurring in the course of action. The purpose of this group of people was not to assassinate Roland like he had thought,, instead they intended to burn the food reserves so that he would obediently go back to the stronghold. Their conspiracy resulted in the death of an innocent person ¨C Greyhound. He tried to stop Fierce Scar when he heard of his criminal intent, but he was stabbed to death with a dagger by one of his own subordinates. The whereabouts of the patrol member who was replaced by Viper was unknown. When he didn¡¯t see fire on the castle ground and noticed that Fierce Scar failed to come back, he probably realized that the plan was discovered and fled.. To help stabilize Brian¡¯s mood, Roland promised him, ¡°Your friend Greyhound, he¡¯ll get a funeral fitting for his sacrifice, and his family will be properly cared for, they will no longer need to worry about food in the future.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Highness,¡± Brian took a deep breath, ¡°I have to know. Fierce Scar¡­ is he dead?¡± ¡°No, he is still alive.¡± Brian painfully closed his eyes. He would rather have had them not rescue Fierce Scar so that he would have been dragged to hell than both of them staying alive. But now, the chance to fulfill his wish became slim¡­ There was no doubt that Fierce Scar was guilty, but the sins committed by nobility could always be redeemed with money. As long as his uncle was willing to protect him, it was very likely that Fierce Scar wouldn¡¯t die. It was most probable that he wouldn¡¯t even need to go to prison. Roland could naturally guess his thoughts, ¡°Hiller Dmitry, the uncle of Fierce Scar, is also a distant relative of the Elk family in Longsong Stronghold. The head of the family is Luke Dmitry, a vassal under Duke Ryan, but the fact that he is the distant uncle of Fierce Scar¡­¡± here he paused for a little moment, ¡°will not affect the final verdict. Fierce Scar has been sentenced to death by hanging, and there are only three days left until his execution. If you can restore your body by then, you¡¯re invited to witness it if you wish to. ¡° Brian became startled, ¡°But¡­ But Your Highness, members of the nobility can have their freedom bought, this rule you cannot offend -¡° Roland waved his hand dismissively, indicating Brian shouldn¡¯t concern himself with it, ¡°He is a Noble? Maybe for you, he was born in a branch family of the Elk family, so the status you and he have are as much apart as heaven and earth. However, it¡¯s a fact that he has neither a title nor a any land, so he simply cannot be considered as nobleman. In addition, even if he were a nobleman, to lead an invasion into the prince¡¯s temporal royal residence and attempt to burn the food stocks, ignoring the fate of the two thousand people in Border Town, carried enough guilt. Adding these three sins together, he could simply not be forgiven.¡± At the time when Roland ordered the death of Tyre, he felt a little hesitant within his heart, but Fierce Scar belonged to the entirely inexcusable category. If he were successful, all of Roland¡¯s own future plans for Border Town would be destroyed, and he would never get a chance to turn his situation around. This was more hateful than a direct assassination attempt at Roland himself. As for the possibility that his action would annoy Longsong Stronghold? Who cares! Since the other party did not want to cooperate with him, of course he would not compromise with them, they even tried choosing underhanded tactics to entrap the entire population of Border Town. At the same time this incident also taught Roland a lesson ¨C this world¡¯s political struggle was different than what he knew from his former world, there they would mostly concentrate themselves on competing under the table, but here they were more inclined to set the table aside and use a much bloodier method. ¡°Rest well. You lost too much of your strength, so don¡¯t leave the castle. I have arranged for other people to take over your patrol¡¯s work, and at the end of the Months of the Demons, I¡¯ll hold your canonization ceremony. ¡° ¡°Your Highness,¡± after hearing the words ¡®canonization ceremony¡¯, Brian looked at the prince with disbelief, ¡°You mean¡­¡± ¡°Yes, you will become one of my knights, Mr. Brian,¡± replied Roland with a smile. * ¡°Prepare ¨C stab!¡± Van¡¯er stabbed a wooden dummy with a pike, and on both sides his team members also did the same, with the same force and also from nearly the same angle. This time, it was already his one-hundredth stab. He only had a tingling feeling left in his arms and he already thought that he would never survive this training. Despite the fact that he began to have this thought after his fiftieth stab, he still endured. After one week of conditioning it was already his natural reflex to obey every given order. Honestly, he himself was the most surprised that he could still endure. ¡°All ¨C rest!¡± After Iron Axe shouted his command, Van¡¯er could suddenly hear the sound of exhaling from everywhere around him. Van¡¯er let also exhaled, and then he put down the pike as he sat on the ground. Now, he finally realized that their own militia was not responsible for being the errand troop for the guards or the knights. After one week of eccentric training, the training changed more to the fighting portion. For example, now they were standing on the city wall and were thrusting out their pikes according to the captain¡¯s orders ¨C although these pikes were replaced with wooden poles, anyone could imagine their roles in the future. The logistics team would never do such exercises, so this also meant that they would confront the evil beasts on the wall. Naturally thinking about this, Van¡¯er felt fear. He had even thought of sneaking away, but he didn¡¯t know why, seeing his teammates around himself with the thought of three meals a day and a good salary slowly changed his mind. TN: uncle Hill was changed into uncle Hille Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Gunpowder Not even a quarter hour rest later, Iron Axe clapped his hands and shouted, ¡°Everyone stand up, His Highness, the 4th Prince is coming.¡± Van¡¯er soon returned to his place, due to the special training he had before. He had learned to follow orders almost subconsciously, so he took his pike dummy and assumed the ready position for stabbing with his wooden staff. The Prince and his followers were walking behind them on the wall. Van¡¯er noticed from the corner of his eyes that the prince had slowed down his steps when he was near Van¡¯er. Roland sighed silently, the sayings ¡®a late evening will destroy the morning¡¯, and ¡®to get up too early will ruin the whole day¡¯ were really true. Just when he had finished processing the aftermath of the raid on the castle, he was reminded that he had to inspect the militia¡¯s training results. Roland pitied himself. He hadn¡¯t slept the whole night, so now he was sleepy the whole day. But he had to come, since now the team had been transferred to the stage of combat training, and he, as the highest commanding officer, if he didn¡¯t show himself for a long time, the morale of his team would become unsteady. Well¡­ What would someone usually say when reviewing the team? Roland thought for a bit, ¡®Are we only comrades only during good times or are we also comrades during hardships¡¯? If he did not get an answer after shouting this slogan, the whole atmosphere would be very awkward. Maybe it would be better to just pull someone aside and talk with him, asking him for his impression and earning a good reputation. So he begun to implement his new plan, and patted a young man who looked fairly sturdy on the shoulders. ¡°Is the training to hard and do you feel tired? Is eating three meals a day enough?¡± Based on his past experiences of watching the news, his response to his questions should be a loud shout, ¡°Not tired, and very good!¡± But the result was completely different than what he expected. The man turned directly towards him and went down on one knee, which really shocked Roland. Van¡¯er felt that he had been blessed, His Royal Highness the Prince actually cared for him and even cordially asked him if he was tired from the training! When talking about the royal family or even only ordinary nobles, they were usually all reluctant to speak a word with their soldiers. He unconsciously imitated a knight¡¯s salute to honor His Royal Highness. Regardless if this ritual was appropriate for him, he only had one thought: later when he returned to the streets, he could be considered a new person. When he was asked to stand up, his brain was still a mess, so he couldn¡¯t even remember what he had answered. In the end, His Royal Highness had asked all of them. If someone had any comments or suggestions about the training, he would step forward. Suddenly Van¡¯er¡¯s mind was completely clear once again ¨C this was a good opportunity! If his thoughts were true and His Highness¡¯ militia had to guard the walls alone, they couldn¡¯t afford the heavy responsibility. Maybe my worries of running away or staying are unnecessary, right? He carefully thought about how to phrase the sentence, ¡°Your Honor¡­ Your respected Highness, the current numbers of the militia is too small. If we line up in the same way that we have trained during training, when the demonic beasts strike, we will only be able to defend one-third of the whole wall and won¡¯t survive¡­ ¡° Even if the prince began to recruit several groups of militia now, Van¡¯er was afraid that the training time wouldn¡¯t be enough. In addition, the weapons used by these people would also be a big expenditure, it was already difficult to supply for the 100 soldiers in the time left. Even now they were still holding their wooden staffs to train. If His Royal Highness Prince could also realize this point, maybe he would recruit a group of mercenaries from other towns as their main defense. At least they would not need training and could be directly sent on to the battlefield, and they were already carrying weapons and armor, but the price to hire them was relatively high. Roland thought for a moment, nodded and said, ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right, with our current militia force to guard the whole city wall, isn¡¯t very realistic.¡± Van¡¯er felt very delighted, His Highness actually¡­ agreed with his view? But he did not expect the next words the prince said, ¡°Demonic Beasts are in a sense only a variant of normal beasts, they don¡¯t become more intelligent, right?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness, their base forms are only ordinary animals, so the demonic beasts are still the same, even their habits are basically the same as they were before the change¡­ but I have not seen many of them, so I¡¯m not sure that this is true for all of them.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I wanted to hear. Although there are nearly six hundred feet between the Shishui River and the foot of the Northern Mountain Slope, we could lure them to attack a specific area which we prepared beforehand.¡± ¡°You mean by using traps?¡± asked Iron Axe. ¡°Yes we could use traps, but not the kind commonly used by hunters. Common traps are used to capture prey by camouflage, but I intend to do the opposite. We will set up roadblocks in the direction away from the city walls, such as fences, slopes, and ditches, forcing these mindless demonic beasts to walk around them. Continuous barriers will guide the prey to a designated place, at which we will place our main defense.¡± when Roland came to this point he directly looked at Iron Axe,¡± As for how to lure these monsters, I think nobody knows more about it than you. ¡° After a short moment, Iron Axe answered, ¡°It¡¯s no problem to guide them, the wolves have hydrophobia, the wild boars have photophobia, and the other demonic beasts also have their own fears. But Your Highness, this way we would need to face all the evil beasts at one small point, will that not be too dangerous? ¡° ¡°If we only rely on pikes and bows, that would be true.¡± Roland took a deep breath and said confidently, ¡°But now we have a new weapon!¡± When it was time for the prince¡¯s departure, he once again came to Van¡¯er, ¡°Your observations were very good, what¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Va-Van¡¯er, Your Highness.¡± ¡°I will propose for you to be a vice captain for one of the teams to my chief knight, Mr. Van¡¯er, I¡¯m very satisfied, good work.¡± * Next to the house for the production of cement, Roland built a new house. It was for the production of snow powder ¨C or more precisely, gunpowder. It only had one big room which had an area of three hundred square meters and only one entrance. He also implemented the most stringent security regime. Two knights were always guarding the door, and anyone who wanted to enter were required to register first and go through body search, looking for something which could light a fire. Indoors. any source of fire was prohibited, so it was only possible to work during the day. In order to even prevent Nightingale from sneaking into the room, he hung up a cotton curtain above the door. ¡°This is what you called the new weapon?¡± Carter was summoned to take a look at the new invention, he took the powder in his hand and took a sniff, ¡°This is not snow powder, right?¡± Perhaps Iron Axe didn¡¯t know what snow powder looked like, but Carter had often participated in royal ceremonies, so he naturally knew how snow powder looked. It was the alchemic workshop¡¯s finest creation. The recipe was a secret to outsiders, but if the prince desired to know it, he would certainly be able to get it. ¡°It¡¯s snow powder, but not entirely,¡± said Roland, ¡°It¡¯s the alchemic workshop¡¯s last product improvement, I call it gunpowder.¡± Gunpowder can be described as a product that was perfect for mass production. It didn¡¯t need any exotic materials. As long as you had charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter and mixed them at a ratio of 1:1:7.5 it could be produced without any technical barriers. In this time period, snow powder was mixed into a ratio of 3:1:1 and it also sometimes contained some strange materials (such as mercury, butter, honey, etc.) which were sometimes mixed into it at a 2% ratio, but with the result of slower combustion and less gas release this held no advantage for the gunpowder. However, Roland knew that the alchemist would constantly test other ratios, and he predicted that they would only need 30 years until a recipe close to the original gunpowder¡¯s recipe would appear. In the history of Roland¡¯s former world, gunpowder was invented a long time before the production of the first cold weapon. The reason for this was because the recipe and the corresponding weapon manufacturing process didn¡¯t work in unison. However, what many people ignored was the fact that one did not need to rely on guns, the gunpowder itself was a very formidable weapon. Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Trial explosion At the beginning, when Roland started to build the cement creation house, he had already created a follow-up plan for future building projects. They were mostly centered on the northern mining area so that they could be easily guarded together ¨C the construction of the brick cottage with a wooden ceiling was very fast, and didn¡¯t affect the building of the city wall. The vast amount of purchased saltpeter from Willow Town was transported to a nearby warehouse storage, and only helpers for grinding or weighing the saltpeter were allowed to enter the warehouse. The same procedure was implemented for the charcoal and sulfur as well, and the entire handling process for each of the materials was done by an entirely different group so that the risk of leaks was as minimized as possible. Roland weighed out twenty pounds of already produced gunpowder and slowly poured it into a good cut-out bag of sheepskin. This gunpowder had to go through a strict processing plan. It had to be compacted, air dried, broken down with a hammer, screened, and filtered. If all of the powder was a uniform granular size, only then was it guaranteed to have an outstanding combustion performance. To prevent accidents produced by static, the entire production process was done without any metal products. Instead, they used ceramic and wood products. After pouring all of the gunpowder into the sheepskin, Roland stacked three more layers of sheepskin on top of the bag and then tied them together with a rope.. ¡°That¡¯s all?¡± asked Carter. Can this packet in front of him be called a weapon? Although it¡¯s a modified snow powder product, with sound alone, you can only scare someone, right? A peasant who has never been on a battlefield can affect a battle too, even if only a little. However, any trained soldier or mercenary would never look at them or respect them. But¡­ the chief knight carefully reconsidered once more, the recent doings of His Highness seemingly had no reason at all, but the effects were always very alarming. If the demonic beasts have similar intelligence to that of an average animal, maybe this stuff can be unexpectedly useful? For example, I heard that a loud explosion could frighten animals which would then flee, thereby reducing the pressure on the defender¡¯s side. Roland gave the wrapped-up gunpowder to Carter, and then he took a pouch with tools to burn the powder, ¡°All right, we have to go outside of the city wall. Iron Axe should already be waiting for us.¡± To the west, about two miles from the city walls and located between the forest and the mountains was their designated testing area. Iron Axe and several other hunters had been waiting here for a long time. In addition to Iron Axe himself, the others were the best local archers. When they had heard that the tasks given to them were from His Royal Highness, they couldn¡¯t wait and immediately followed Iron Axe. At present, everyone knew that the new lord of Border Town was never stingy regarding the remuneration of his employees. According to Roland¡¯s orders, they built a fence out of wooden poles and ropes, which were surrounded the whole testing area so that no one would trespass it. In the direction of the city wall, he had arranged his knights to prevent anyone from accidentally approaching. Roland checked all the preparations once more and then asked, ¡°Have you brought the prey with you?¡± ¡°Your Highness, it is here,¡± Iron Axe dragged a cage with him and stepped forward. Carter, seeing the cage, noted that it was filled with a few pheasants and rabbits. ¡°Good, put a tied-up animal every five steps away from the center, until you reach thirty steps from the center ¡° Carter unnoticedly shook his head and tried to propose an improvement, ¡°Your Highness, I am afraid that you chose the wrong animals. You can¡¯t test the effect with them, they are very timid and only a little sound needed before will flee. So if you can scare them, it doesn¡¯t necessarily mean that you will be able to scare the demonic beasts.¡± ¡°Scare away demonic beasts?¡± for a moment Roland slightly hesitated and answered, ¡°I do not intend to frighten them, although the sound of the explosion will be an amazing thing.¡± He took the bag with the gunpowder from his chief, went to the center, and put it down. Then he cut a small opening into the bag with his dagger and let some powder leak out. With that done, he took out bottles containing gunpowder and sprinkled a small trail of it starting from the tear in the bag while continually stepping backwards. Today the weather was calm and was very suitable for the first gunpowder explosion ever. He stopped after he was nearly 100 yards away from the bag. ¡°Well, here it should be far away enough,¡± he once again calculated the distance and after the confirmation, he ordered Carter, ¡°Go and get the hunters.¡± At the moment, Roland¡¯s heart beat faster as he was full of expectation. He had already done a small test before, so he wasn¡¯t worried about the test results. But what he cared about was that this would be a historical moment. Starting today, thermal weapons will have officially stepped on the stage, and he will forever be remembered as the inventor of this milestone. After everyone had been gathered together, Roland ignited the gunpowder. Carter, while lying on the floor, looked on as the distance between him and the sparks rapidly increased. In his heart, he could not accept this as correct.. They were so far away that they wouldn¡¯t even hear a bronze bucket full of snow powder, so didn¡¯t speak ever about producing any damage so far away, but His Royal Highness the Prince just had everyone lay down on the floor. But since the 4th Prince ordered it and did it himself, it wouldn¡¯t be good if he said anything. The ground was frozen over from the cold temperature, across the chain armor, he could feel the chill spreading up. Carter shifted his body in preparation to save his chest from the cold when he suddenly heard a earth-shattering sound of an explosion ¨C Since their distance to the gunpowder was too close, the sound of explosion and shock wave reached them at almost the same time. Carter felt his ears ringing and then the world suddenly quieted down. When the earth tremors began to lessen, he looked up and saw a black cloud slowly rising into the sky, followed by gravel and mud which fell like rain. For Roland, the impact was much smaller than for the chief knight. Even if it was only a little firecracker, he would block his ears immediately when igniting the explosive powder, so he was naturally well prepared. The explosion was not like how explosions were in the movies, where they would always produce big fireballs. In the explosion, a lot of sludge was blasted off the ground, even reaching a height of more than 10 meters into the air. When the dust had firecracker.settled down, the only feeling Roland had was that the sound was much louder than a loud firecracker. As for Iron Axe and the several other hunters, they had been stunned. They only knew from Iron Axe that this trip was to test a new weapon, but they had never expected that the momentum of the new weapon would be so fantastic. Perhaps it could only be compared to the sky¡¯s punishment, lightning and thunder!! Roland stood up and took everyone back to the center of the explosion. Here, the ground became a half yard deep pit, and the rabbit nearest to the blast center had completely disappeared, leaving only the short wooden stake at which it was tied to in the ground. He checked the other animals one by one . The pheasants placed at the distance of ten steps and fifteenth steps were lying motionless on the ground, apparently dead. Although there was no visible trauma, Roland still knew that they died due the shockwave. The only survivor was a gray rabbit thirty steps away, but its thin eardrums were destroyed, and blood was flowing out of the ears. Seeing someone coming close to it, it didn¡¯t try to struggle any longer and died, just as if the loud sound had taken its soul. Carter had to swallow, his constantly ringing ears slowly began to function normally again. He slowly came to realize what His Royal Highness the Prince meant when he said, ¡°I don¡¯t intend to scare them¡±. Was it really modified snow powder? With this kind of a result, I¡¯m afraid that the power of the alchemic workshop will become much superior to the astrologers. The view with which Iron Axe looked at the prince had completely changed, ¡°Your Highness, if the militia really would get such weapons, I think Border Town no longer needs to be afraid of the threat of the demonic beasts. I do not know myself, but can it or be mass-produced?¡± Roland thought about it, ¡°Probably not, until the Months of the Demons begins, I believe that we will only be able to produce twenty or thirty of them.¡± The primary ingredient was saltpeter. In this era, the means of the production of saltpeter was very primitive, they would use the sewerage of the people and their livestock together with a lime mixture to separate out crystals of potassium nitrate. In addition to the upper nobility and the alchemic workshop, there was no great demand because there was almost no purpose for it, so there was not much of a production. If all of the saltpeter was used to make bombs, then it would soon be exhausted. They would need to use weapons like guns, bows, and crossbows as the main killers of the demonic beasts. Chapter 35 Chapter 35 Home Nightingale was walking through the ¡®fog¡¯. When she was looking outside from inside the fog, the outer world was only bicolor, black and white. The lines which were originally the borders of things were no longer very clear.The borders of straight lines, broken lines, and curved lines became ambiguous, like a picture painted by a child.. This kind of feeling was somewhat hard to put into words; Nightingale took a long time to become familiar with how to distinguish between the borders. If Nightingale used her power correctly, she wouldn¡¯t be bound by anything while walking through the fog. Even for something like a wall, just looking at it from a slightly different angle would be enough to find a way through, but when looking at it in the real world, there would definitely not be an entrance. In the fog, up and down, front and back were no longer a fixed concept, they transformed into each other, or you could even say they overlapped. For example, what Nightingale was just doing. She entered the castle, which was under the watchful eyes of the guards, without being noticed. Then, within a step, the lines around her changed unpredictably, and she stepped through the ceiling out of nowhere, arriving in Anna¡¯s room. For her, this was an entirely free world without any rules. Nightingale was able to relax only in the world of ¡®fog¡¯. Even though it was silent and lonely, she would never encounter any threat there. Most of the time, the world in the fog was black and white, but occasionally she could see other colors. For example, when she was looking at Anna. The difference between a witch and an average person was their magic powers. Nightingale could see this force flowing and fading in a witch; this was the only color in the world of fog. She had never seen anyone like Anna before, with such a full and intense color ¨C an aquamarine luster surging within her, in its center it was close to incandescent, she was almost unable to look at it. All this made Nightingale very confused, because in general, the color would show the witch¡¯s ability and magic power. In her time in the Witch Cooperation Association, she had seen a lot of witches with the fire ability when they used magic. The luster within them was always the color of orange or red like the cloud of a living fireball, but regardless of size or brightness, other witches couldn¡¯t be compared with Anna. If this wasn¡¯t already difficult to understand, another point was even more incredible. Within her was such an enormous amount of magic, how could she still be alive? Within the whole Witch Cooperation Association, Nightingale had not found anyone with such an astonishing amount of magical power. Even if it were an adult witch, she would be a dwarf in comparison with Anna. If Anna were to become an adult¡­ No, Anna would never have this opportunity. Nightingale had to sigh, because the stronger the magic power was, the stronger the bite would be. She could not even imagine what would happen when the time came for Anna to face her trial; she would likely face a terrible ordeal. The pain of feeling that her organs were torn from the inside out didn¡¯t let people lose consciousness until they gave up their resistance, accepting their death. They would be repeatedly subjected to constant pain. She walked out of the fog, letting her temporary depressed feeling fade away, and cheerfully said, ¡°Good morning, Anna.¡± Anna had already become accustomed to the other side¡¯s unwanted behavior of suddenly appearing. She nodded her head, but did not answer, and continued practicing her flame instead. Nightingale rubbed her own nose and then went to the side of Anna¡¯s bed. Nightingale had already seen this kind of practice many times. She had even been watching when Anna had just started practicing. Accidentally igniting her clothes in the back garden shed, she always had a bucket full of clothes beside herself into which she could change. Later, she was able to make her flame skillfully dance at her fingertips; then, even Roland no longer supervised her practice, but instead tore down the shed in the garden and turned it into a place to enjoy afternoon tea and sunbathe. Even so, according to the prince¡¯s orders from before, Anna continued to carry out her practice for one to two hours every day ¨C but now in her own room. ¡°I brought fish cake, do you want to eat it with me?¡± Nightingale took out a cloth from her bosom, opened it and divided the fish cake into a piece for each of them. Anna nodded after she smelled the fish cake. ¡°Go wash your hands before you eat it,¡± Nightingale laughed. Fortunately, Anna didn¡¯t hate Nightingale, after all, it would not be good for Nightingale to speak to herself. All in all, Anna was obviously very concerned for Nana but didn¡¯t express her concern very much. In fact, when she was not in front of Roland, she rarely spoke. In contrast, Roland talked too much. He always had a lot to say. For example, when eating a meal, he would have so many rules ¨C such as ¡®wash your hands before eating.¡¯, ¡®don¡¯t eat too quickly.¡¯, ¡®Don¡¯t pick it up and eat it after it has fallen to the ground.¡¯, and so on¡­ he could give a long statement for everything . At first, she was very impatient, but later she learned that it didn¡¯t matter because here she was the peasant and he was the master. After all, it was the 4th Prince¡¯s castle, since she lived here and ate his food, she reluctantly began to listen to his speeches. Now, she was also getting used to these rules. She didn¡¯t know why, but when she herself, Anna, Nana, Roland and Carter would compete for places in line for hand-washing, she would feel an inexplicable hint of fun. Anna reached into the bucket filled with well water and cleaned her hands, and then she lit a flame to dry them. After that, she took her piece of fish cake and sat at the table, cutely taking a small bite into her little mouth to slowly chew it. ¡°You really don¡¯t want to go back with me?¡± Nightingale asked her once more. ¡°There, we will have a lot of sisters; they will take good care of you. Here, you can only live and do something within the range of the castle, don¡¯t you feel bored? Although they are called the Impassable Mountains, you can find lots of material to survive, and there we would all be one big family, everyone there has gathered together for the same purpose. Your magic power is so strong, they will happily welcome you. This winter, I¡¯m afraid this winter will be your last¡­¡± When she spoke until there, Nightingale trailed off. perhaps it was already too late, she thought, even if they were back in the camp, for Anna to have such strong magic power, it would be almost impossible for her to get through adulthood. The only thing Nightingale could do for Anna was to stay by her side when she died. ¡°How was your life as a child, before you joined of the Witch Cooperation Association?¡± Nightingale was startled by Anna¡¯s question, after all, she rarely asked any questions. ¡°I¡­ used to live in a big city in the eastern part of the Kingdom. Actually, it wasn¡¯t far from the capital.¡± ¡°Did you have a happy life?¡± Happy? No, she was unwilling to remember her daily life at that time, she had to depend on others, and was despised and mocked. When they found out that she had turned into a witch, her life became even worse than that of a cat or dog. She had a chain tied around her neck and was forced to work for them. So remembering this, Nightingale shook her head and whispered, ¡°Why are you asking this?¡± ¡°I lived in the old town areas.¡± Anna once more told her own story. ¡°My father sold me for 25 gold royals to the church, but since His Highness had let me out of the prison, I¡¯m living a very happy life here. ¡° ¡°But, you cannot go out of the castle, and except Roland Wimbledon, the other people outside still hate witches.¡± ¡°That isn¡¯t important for me, and he also said that he would change all this in the future, can¡¯t he do that?¡± ¡°That will be tough. As long as the church hasn¡¯t fallen yet, they will always speak of the witches as evil.¡± Anna didn¡¯t refute immediately and became silent for a long time. It was even so long that Nightingale thought that Anna would never talk about this point again when she suddenly asked, ¡°Where did you have a better life? When you were with the Witch Cooperation Association or living here with us?¡± ¡°You¡­ What did you say ah?¡± this question caught Nightingale totally off-guard, ¡°Well, of course¡­¡± It would be with the Witch Cooperation Association, right? To tell the truth, she wasn¡¯t really interested in the search for the Holy Mountain, but was interested in the place where all her friends were living. As for Border Town? If she hadn¡¯t heard that a witch was in danger, she would never have come to this town! So the answer should be very obvious, but why couldn¡¯t she say it the first time? Then, Anna begun to smile. Nightingale had rarely seen her smile, her eyes were shining like a lake in which the morning sun was reflected, glistening. Inexplicably, she felt at ease ¨C even if she wasn¡¯t in her own world of the ¡®fog¡¯. ¡°I heard Roland saying that the Witch Cooperation Association was looking for the Holy Mountain in the Northern Mountains and that the Holy Mountain was a secure home for all of you, but for myself I think I have already found my Holy Mountain.¡± This castle was her Holy Mountain. Nightingale realized that although Anna wouldn¡¯t live for much longer, her soul already arrived at the place where most witches longed to be. At this moment, from the other side of the door, running footsteps could be heard. Nightingale listened carefully, they belonged to a panicking Nana. Then the door was opened, and it was really Nana Pine who rushed in. While tears ran down all over her face, she jumped into Anna¡¯s arms. ¡°Wh-What should I do? Sister Anna, my father has found out that I have become a witch!¡± Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Negotiation Roland was dragged out of bed by Nightingale. After he had heard that Nana¡¯s father came for an audience, he was surprised at first. Soon he realized that this was a rare opportunity ¨C If he wanted the girl to stay during the Months of the Demons and help fight against the demonic beasts, he would have to find a reason for the Pine Family to remain in Border Town during Winter. Originally, this was a very tricky situation. After all, the 4th Prince¡¯s popularity among the nobility had plummeted, and he had a strained relationship with the stronghold. This were the reasons why most of them nobles leave Border Town. However, from the beginning, Roland hadn¡¯t considered working together with the nobles. They may have a lot of power, but they weren¡¯t suitable for a joined work. He quickly washed his face and dressed himself, then immediately went into the reception hall. Mr. Pine was already brought into the reception hall under the guidance of the guards. When Mr. Pine saw the prince, he immediately stood up, enraged, and asked, ¡°Your Highness, where is my daughter?¡± This was the first time that Roland saw Nana¡¯s father. He had a muscular build, but wasn¡¯t too tall, and with his beard he had a very rough image. With his cotton coat that reached his waist and his leather pants that hadvery large pockets his dressing style looked more like that of a person from the Orient, rather than someone of noble rank. ¡°She¡¯s fine, Mr. Pine -¡° ¡°Why was she directly let through by the guards, while I was stopped at the door?¡± Nana¡¯s father interrupted him out of anger. ¡°I need an explanation, Your Highness! Please bring my daughter out and let me see her!¡± What was happening? Roland was full of wonder. He was convinced that Mr. Pine was clear about the situation that his own daughter had unfortunately become a witch. So it would be normal if Mr. Pine humbly asked him to hide the message, or he would just allow Roland to solve the problem. But Roland had really not expected that Mr. Pine would be so aggressive and wouldn¡¯t act according to aristocratic etiquette. As to why the guards let Nana come in without questions was only because of Roland¡¯s standing orders. Nana would come every few days to play with Anna, so the guards were already used to her coming. After considering for a moment, Roland gave the order to have a maid bring Nana over to them. No matter how rude the other side behaved, he was still Nana¡¯s father so it was only right to let the two meet and talk. If he showed any intention to send his daughter to the church or generally to abandon her, it wouldn¡¯t be too late to take measures against him. Nana and Anna both came together into the hall. At the moment Mr. Pine could see his daughter, the impertinence seen in his eyes immediately vanished. He opened his arms wide in the direction of Nana and shouted loud: ¡°Dad is here, so come to me!¡± But the little girl was just hiding behind Anna, only exposing half of her head, ¡°I¡¯ll be sold to the church by you, right?¡± ¡°Oh¡­ You silly girl, what are you talking about? Naturally, I would never take you to the church, so let us go home together.¡± This reaction somewhat confused Roland. According to Nightingale¡¯s story, Nana was seen by her father when she was using magic. Breaking out into a panic, she immediately fled to the castle in search of Anna. All along the way, she was followed by her murderous looking father. But as it now seemed he was only looking with eyes full of love and care at his daughter, completely unlike the usual feelings of hate with which witches were typically confronted with. So, had it only been a misunderstanding? For a moment Roland hesitated, but then he decided to take the bull by the horns and said, ¡°Mr. Pine, your daughter became a witch, you surely know that.¡± ¡°Your Highness, what are you talking about? I don¡¯t understand you.¡± Mr. Pine angrily stomped his feet and then went toward Nana, trying to grab her hand. However, Anna stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Nana. ¡°Father, I have become a witch¡­ I¡¯m so sorry¡­¡± whispered Nana. Hearing Nana mention it once more, Mr. Pine became somewhat anxious, ¡°Don¡¯t talk nonsense! How would you become a witch? What has that guy Karl taught you? I shouldn¡¯t have ever let you go to the college, there they only teach that rhetoric church shit!¡± Hearing him talking like this, Roland suddenly began to understand the situation. It seemed that Nana¡¯s father tried to cover everything for his daughter up. Did he misunderstand Roland¡¯s intentions? So because of this, he was so restless until he could see Nana. ¡°Anna.¡± he gave her a sign with his eyes. Anna understood and nodded. Then she stretched out her right hand, in the direction of Nana¡¯s father who still tried to reach his daughter. Flames began to spew out from her palm, direct near Mr. Pines head, nearly burning him. Mr. Pine was shocked as he immediately stepped away from Anna. Nana also began to panic and hugged Anna¡¯s arm trying to stop her, ¡°Sister Anna, don¡¯t attack my father!¡± ¡°Your Highness, this is a -!¡± ¡°As you can see, she is also a witch, just like your daughter,¡± Roland spread out his hand and said, ¡°The reason why Nana has free access to the castle isn¡¯t what you think. Can we all calm down and talk about the future?¡± At this moment, Mr. Pine felt like he had awakened from a dream-like state, ¡°Ah¡± he needed to start twice, ¡°Your Highness, I ¡­¡­¡± ¡°Sit down first and then we can speak,¡± Roland pointed to the table nearby, ¡°also have a cup of tea.¡± Well, he sighed, my reputation was so bad, they even fear to let their children be near me. Now Roland fully understood Mr. Pine¡¯s rude behavior at the beginning, he had only shown his concern for his own daughter. When he had seen his daughter run into the prince¡¯s castle, and the guards were already used to her appearance, he couldn¡¯t think of any good reason for it. In case Roland was in Mr. Pine¡¯s position, he was afraid he would have tried to tear down the castle empty-handed. As for why he had denied back then that his daughter was a witch, his intention was very apparent ¨C he feared that the prince would say ¡®Nana has fallen, so she needs to be purified.¡¯ So he tried to convince himself and everyone else, that his daughter wasn¡¯t a witch so that no one would care about her. Mr. Pine hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still sat down and drank a whole cup of tea at once. After that, he wiped his mouth and looked a little embarrassed, ¡°Sorry, my behavior was coarse. Excuse me, since when do you know that my daughter has turned into a *hic*¡­ witch?¡± ¡°Since before the winter. I wasn¡¯t the first one who had found out that she has awakened, it was her teacher Karl van Barte. Due to her and Anna being friends, he sent Nana to me, so that I could look after her and that I could protect her.¡± Explained Roland carefully, ¡°the last one and a half month, she came to the castle to learn her ability without fear of discovery. By the way, your daughter¡¯s ability is to heal. ¡° ¡°Is that right¡­¡± Mr. Pine scratched his head, ¡°So that was the reason why the cat could suddenly run and jump again.¡± ¡°Cat?¡± ¡°*cough* *cough*, in fact, it doesn¡¯t matter. When I came home, I saw a boy who was sitting in the doorway with a cat which was hit by a carriage in his arms. I planned to hide the cat from Nana¡¯s view so that she wouldn¡¯t be frightened. I didn¡¯t think that she had seen me and would immediately run to me looking for the cat. It was very obvious that the cat had been hit, and her leg was broken, ¡± he looked at Nana and Anna, ¡°So you were friends? ¡° Anna didn¡¯t say what she thought, but Nana quickly nodded her head. Mr. Pine seeing his daughter¡¯s reaction his expression softened a bit. Upon seeing this Roland asked: ¡°You do not seem to think that the witches were people tempted by the devil and had become his spokesperson.¡± ¡°My daughter is undoubtedly not a wicked person!¡± He categorically denied this possibility, ¡°No matter what she has become, I have no doubt about this!¡± Anna¡¯s father and Nana¡¯s father were entirely different kind of people. Roland couldn¡¯t help but feel that he now could somewhat understand why Nana was always so carefree, always having a smile on her face. Such a family, for a child it was just like a warm cradle. ¡°I also do not think so, Mr. Pine,¡± then Roland said bluntly, ¡°Your daughter¡¯s ability to heal other people is of great significance for me. I want her to stay in Border Town, helping me to fight the demonic beasts during the Months of the Demons.¡± Hearing this, Mr. Pine hesitated, ¡°Your Highness, I am afraid I will have to refuse your request. When the demonic beasts come, it will become very dangerous in this town. I cannot leave her in this small town.¡± Since the Pine Family didn¡¯t belong to the territory under the jurisdiction of Border Town, so even he as a prince, couldn¡¯t directly command them to stay. But as long as Mr. Pine was willing to sit down and talk, Roland was sure that he could convince him. Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Family History ¡°The danger isn¡¯t as great as you think, Mr. Pine. If something is dangerous it will also always offer some opportunities.¡± In his head the 4th Prince went through all the information his assistant minister had collected once more ¡°I heard that you inherited your title from your father? He became a Knight through merits gathered from battle, awarded the rank of Baron and given his own territories.¡± ¡°That is true.¡± confirmed Mr. Pine. ¡°It was at the time of the Months of the Demons. A small group of demonic beasts unexpectedly broke through the stronghold defense near the Shishui River and were running rampant. When Nana¡¯s father was on patrol, he encountered the rampaging demonic beasts. Instead of avoiding them like most people would do, he notified the stronghold, asking for reinforcements, and began to siege the demonic beasts to save the nearby town ¨C even though he had no relationship with the town.¡± While speaking, Roland observed the expressions of the other people, ¡°But Mr. Pine, you should know the things which happened at that time better than me. Your father called for the militia from the town. Then, with his attendants and the militia he fought the demonic beasts and won. That large battle was fought to stand up for the innocent.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± his tone was a bit agitated, apparently full of longing for his own family history, ¡°There was also an unusually big one, some parts resembled a deer¡¯s and some parts a bull¡¯s. It was a fusion of both of them. It legs were thicker than my father¡¯s torso, and when it was ran, the ground trembled. If I were in his position, I really wouldn¡¯t have known how to beat the monster.¡± ¡°But he did it. My father stood near a shallow trench, luring the furious demonic beast over. It accelerated and was trying to take advantage of its speed at the moment of their collision. My father laid down in the shallow trench and wedged his sword between two stones so that only the sword tip was visible. The seemingly unbeatable idiotic beast couldn¡¯t stop, and its belly hit the tip of the sword. The entire stomach was cut open; Black blood and some intestines flowed out of its belly. It was so much that my father almost drowned within the trench. Even today, the spoils of that battle, the great horn of the demonic beast, hangs above my family¡¯s fireplace.¡± Roland, who was sipping his tea leisurely said: ¡°It was an admirable fight, he followed the knight¡¯s code of faith, compassion, and bravery. Later he got his knighthood and a manor in the fiefdom of Joe Kohl, who was still the Lord of the Longsong Stronghold at that time. Twenty-five years ago Joe Kohl was promoted to the rank of a Duke by his Majesty Wimbledon III, becoming the part-time guardian of the southern border. With this, the whole southern border territory was placed under his jurisdiction. Unfortunately, after his promotion, Joe Kohl became an eyesore to his former supporter Duke Ryan. ¡° ¡°Your Highness, you might know well that,¡± Mr. Pine¡¯s voice sounded somewhat frustrated, ¡°even when the ranks of Duke Ryan and Joe Kohl were different, their levels of power were already even. Kohl¡¯s blood could be traced back to a branch of the royal family, so his ancestry wasn¡¯t worse than that of Duke Ryan¡¯s. ¡° This was a political scheme. Roland sighed, Wimbledon III actually tried to check and balance their level of power. In order to understand this complicated relationship, Roland had to call for his assistant minister for explanations. The noble and feudal jurisdiction were extremely confusing. In theory, the higher nobility has the right to issue orders within the territory of the lower nobility. But the actual situation was much more complicated. Duke Ryan and Joe Kohl were an example of this. Although he was placed in the western border territory under Duke Ryan, Joe Kohl, as the king¡¯s directly announced count, he had no less prestige and power than Duke Ryan. When Joe Kohl became the Duke of the southern territory, his power in his old territory became even stronger. This was a method of the royal family of Graycastle to hold the power stable. ¡°But when you inherited the territory of your father, the trade, and the agricultural production gradually faded¡± Roland slowly said, ¡°But now, there is a new opportunity in front of you.¡± ¡°What is this new opportunity¡­?¡± ¡°Surely you had heard of the famine two years ago. The stronghold was withholding the food for the next months because of the reason that the amount of ore mined by the inhabitants of Border Town was too small. This year, we are faced with the same dilemma again. The unexpected collapse of the Northern Slope Mine didn¡¯t leave any route of retreat for the people of Border Town. We must block the demonic beasts at the new city walls. Perhaps the fight won¡¯t go smoothly, but as I said before, facing this dangerous task also means a new opportunity for us.¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± Mr. Pine had to first understand the meaning of what the prince said, so he only frowned and didn¡¯t immediately give his answer. ¡°To be honest with you, you do not really resemble a typical noble.¡± Roland gently smiled, ¡°No noble would go out dressed like you, and your hands are full with crusts and calluses. Mr. Pine, you didn¡¯t let your father¡¯s inheritance down, right? You¡¯re a knight with excellent fighting skills. ¡° He certainly did not let his father down, Roland was very sure of this, or Mr. Pine wouldn¡¯t have trained and ran through the woods for a whole day. According to the information provided by Barov, in the last week, Mr. Pine had spent at least three days training in the forest. On each visit, he was always fully equipped, and if he couldn¡¯t afford it for his attendants, he directly hired some helper from the town of Orion. Some people were just born for battle; Mr. Pine was obviously such a person. ¡°If you will stay in Border Town, I will provide you with the opportunity to let you regain your father¡¯s glory. Just like he did, you will get the chance to obtain honor and outstanding achievements with only your sword and your courage. I¡¯ll also reward you with a territory in the east of the Border Town, and you will become a Viscount appointed by me.¡± Although this would be a rare situation, the commitment would be valid. As an adult Prince, he was able to legally canonize Viscounts, Barons, and Knights. However, he could only seldom confer such titles to other people. One, it would undercut the regional system of aristocracy, and two, if the other side refused the offer, it would become more awkward. Roland didn¡¯t care about the opinion of the local nobility, he just wanted Nana to stay in Border Town. As for refusing Mr.Pine, Roland wasn¡¯t too worried. After Joe Kohl had become the guard of the southern border guard, his relationship with Mr. Pine¡¯s father didn¡¯t carry on. He had entirely abandoned the Pine Family. When hearing this, Mr. Pine finally began to talk again, ¡°Then¡­ Your Highness, if I stay, can I still send Nana back to the stronghold? Until now, no one had ever tried to resist the demonic beasts in this place. If we fail, I do not want my daughter to be buried here.¡± ¡°As I already told you in the beginning Mr. Pine, the danger in staying here is relatively low. Have you ever thought about what would happen if Nana was found to be a Witch in Longsong Stronghold? There it would be entirely different than here in Border Town. The stronghold is completely in the possession of the church. They have already grown their roots in the city for a long time. Their believers and overseers are everywhere in the city. At the moment she is exposed, even I won¡¯t be able to save her. ¡° Roland paused, then added, ¡°Border Town will definitely not fall! When the Months of the Demons arrive and the demonic beasts come, I¡¯ll be on the wall to lead my people and fight alongside them. Our opponents are nothing more than a group of mutated beasts, they are not invulnerable. Your father had no cover and was able to win against them in an open surrounding. However, we have the new city walls. If. instead.. I really only mean, if an accident does happen, I¡¯ll take measures to guarantee that Nana will immediately leave the town,¡± he paused for a second, ¡°and naturally, Anna will also move. I will prepare a boat for them at the dock beforehand, so I can promise you that they will be safe.¡± ¡°So¡­ I will believe in you, Your Highness,¡± when saying this, Mr. Pine stood up and went directly down on one knee to give the standard knight salute to the prince, ¡°and I am willing to fight for you.¡± ¡­¡­ After Nana and her father had left, Anna rolled her eyes at Roland ¡°What are you talking about?¡± She firmly said, ¡°I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡± Chapter 38 Chapter 38 The Era of Hot Weapons Iron Axe became aware of the fact that they were now under watch. The hunters who had participated in the test explosion moved together into a two-story house near the castle. Looking through the window, he could see that the house was encircled by stone walls and guards were stationed at the entrance. He did not mind this regulation, and the fact that His Highness only sent two guards to oversee them showed that he trusted them. Until now, Iron Axe continued to repeat the roaring explosion within his head ¨C until now, there was never a weapon that could bring him such a strong shock. In the extreme south of his homeland, he had seen how orange fire erupted out of the ground, and this fire could continue to burn for decades; he had seen endless storms with monstrous waves¡­ however awfully unpredictable these powers were, they were the will of Mother Earth or the god of the sea. They were the iron whip that disciplined all living things. But now, His Highness began to challenge the power of the gods, obtaining a power only seen during heaven¡¯s punishment ¨C although when compared with the real lightning and thunder, the difference was still great; reaching such a realm of power wasn¡¯t possible for humans. In the Sand Nation, anyone who would participate in such a demonstration or later use it would normally get their tongue cut off. Of course, this was not the safest way to keep secrets. Only the dead could keep secrets from spreading. As a foreigner? They would only see him as blasphemer, and it was forever impossible for a foreign clansman to get into the core hierarchy. The Prince knew that Iron Axe was only a half-blood, but he still allowed him to witness the curse of fire. Even more, he also let Iron Axe be responsible for the formation of the hunting squadron. The trust His Highness had within him was burned deep into Iron Axe¡¯s heart. During his time in the Sand Nation, he had experienced countless betrayals of friends or family who framed him for their wrongdoings. When he fled to the Kingdom of Graycastle¡¯s south border, he still had to suffer discrimination because of his half Sand Nation and half Graycastle lineage. He eventually arrived in Border Town, disheartened. Here, he intended to rely on his hunting skills to spend the rest of his life in peace. However, he had never expected to meet His Royal Highness, the Prince, here. And of all things, he had never expected that the prince would even trust him. He had no doubt that with this new weapon, the one who would win the battle for the throne would be Roland Wimbledon. When he thought about fighting for the future king and the promising opportunities he would get, Iron Axe became wholly excited. ¡°Everyone, come down to gather!¡± When Iron Axe heard this shout, he took a quick look through the window and saw Roland¡¯s chief knight Carter and four other knights coming. Iron Axe first finished dressing himself, then walked down the stairs to stand at attention in front of Carter. Since he had participated in the militia training, he knew that His Highness preferred discipline, since he would adjust them to a unitof uniformity. The other members of his hunting squad were a lot slower. It took about six to seven minutes before they lined up as a team. ¡°Everyone, follow me to the old place.¡± Carter didn¡¯t care much about how the hunter squad lined up. Instead, he went straight to the city wall. It was still the same place as the explosion test. But this time, His Highness didn¡¯t set up a safety area. In addition to Roland, there were already four knights waiting for them ¨C they were all Carter¡¯s subordinates. Iron Axe noted that His Highness had begun to play with an unusually shaped iron stick while explaining something to the knights. When Roland saw the hunting squad, he came to them and asked, ¡°How is living at the new houses? Have you already become used to it?¡± ¡°Thank you for Your Highness¡¯ care.¡± everyone bowed and stated that the new homes were comfortable. In fact, the new houses they moved into were many times better than the old homes. At least they had no air leaks, and the roofs were also not made of translucent straw bedding, but were made of neat and tidy tiles instead. ¡°This is good,¡± Roland nodded, pleased, ¡°The current arrangements are needed out of security reasons. But you will only need to live there until the end of the Months of the Demons, then you will be able to move back to your former living places. In addition, the salary for the first month has been paid to your families, and every weekend you will be allowed to see them face to face. Of course, you will be accompanied by guards. ¡° ¡°Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness.¡± Said the hunter squad cheerfully. This was really a bit surprising for Iron Axe. Leaving aside the law of Sand Nation, even the military management of Graycastle shouldn¡¯t be this lax. Could it be that this was because of His Highness¡¯ kindness? Iron Axe became somewhat worried, if His Highness wanted to compete for the throne, he needed to be ruthless ¨C this he knew well from his life in Sand Nation. However, when the 4th Prince began to talk about new weapons, based on the development of the gunpowder, he put his worries into the back of his mind. Iron Axe stared without blinking at the two iron bars which the prince had placed in front of them. ¡°These weapons are called ¡®guns¡¯,¡± Roland said, ¡°Next, I¡¯ll tell you how to use them. ¡° ¡­.. In the next half hour, they had to learn how to use the new weapons. Take the black powder which was the cause of the explosion and fill it into the barrel of the gun. Then, a lead ball was stuffed with a poker into the barrel, straight to the end. After that, they had to pour the gunpowder into the igniting chamber, aim, and then pull the trigger. Iron Axe had considered himself to be a master of many weapons, whether it be swords, knives, hammers, axes or spears. He was well trained with all of them, but he had also needed long years of training and combat skills to master them. Learning how to use a new weapon in only thirty minutes, he was afraid that the speed to master this weapon could only be compared to the crossbow. The other gun was handed to Carter. The chief knight was also full of interest in the novelty of this weapon, and he didn¡¯t want to put them down. After several rounds of simulation, Roland set up two targets to let them see the power of the guns. The first target had wooden armor in front of its chest. The wooden armor was held up by two knights standing at a distance of about thirty feet away. The Prince led Carter and Iron Axe through the shooting technique. Then, they aimed and pulled the trigger. When they heard the loud sound of fire, every person present jumped up out of shock. Iron Axe was no exception, but soon only surprise was left on everyone¡¯s face. Looking at the targets¡¯ wooden armor, they could see a small hole. The lead ball had cleanly shot through the chest armor¡¯s thickest part. Before shooting, Iron Axe had carefully observed this armor. It was clearly not a handicraft workshop¡¯s inferior product built from bad materials. The marks of the hammer and anvil on the neckline proved that this was a product of Graycastle¡¯s blacksmith standard. The thickest part was half a finger thick and was strong enough that it could ward off a direct hit from a crossbow, fired at the closest distance. To deal with this kind of armor, a heavy crossbow or a warhammer would be a wise choice. So comparing it with a crossbow, the difficulty to use the weapon was the same, but the power of a gun was far better than that of a crossbow. In addition, the gun¡¯s loading speed and the loading speed of a crossbow were nearly equivalent, so¡­ looking at the target which was thirty feet away, Iron Axe couldn¡¯t see a problem. ¡°Your Highness, how many weapons do we have of this kind?¡± asked Carter. ¡°Currently, only these two and until the Months of the Demons, we can only produce two more at most.¡± Iron Axe could see that hearing this, Carter was clearly relieved. He was able to guess Carter¡¯s thoughts. If this weapon was easy to manufacture, then with only a few days of training, everyone would be able to train a large number of ¡®express warriors¡¯ who were bringing guns to battle. Then people at any age, with any strength and even any sex ¨C even a fragile woman, could be a significant threat to the knights. Although the shock he got from this weapon was smaller than that of the curse of fire, it still was a powerful weapon. Iron Axe thought, with this great power they could easily kill a large number of rugged-flesh demonic beasts from high up on the wall. Even if they would face a mixed species, with these firearms, maybe the outcome would be not so embarrassing. But the real significance of such a weapon was clear to Roland. He personally opened the door to the time of wars with hot weapons. Chapter 39 Chapter 39 The Winter is coming Roland was standing on the city wall, facing the north. This past month, he repeatedly checked the castle, the mine, and the city walls in a kind of three-point loop. He checked them for every possible detail so that he wouldn¡¯t miss anything. The militia became very adept at handling their weapons. Due to Carter¡¯s repetitive drills, they were able to stabilize the pike until the Militia Captain loudly gave the command to slash with their pikes. Standing behind the Militia was the Hunter squad. Every hunter who remained in Border Town and was good with either the bow or the crossbow was incorporated into this squad. These seasoned hunters were the backbone for killing the demonic beasts. Standing only twelve feet away from demonic beasts on the city wall, it was nearly impossible for them to miss their target. The last line of defense were Iron Axe, Carter, and two hunters from the elite team who were under Iron Axe. The parts manufactured by the blacksmiths were enough to let Anna weld four flintlocks. They would only shoot the flintlocks when a mixed species attacked or the hunters with crossbows were unable to penetrate the skin of the demonic beasts. Their location on the wall wasn¡¯t set, so the four of them had to patrol the whole 200 yard long defense line. If there was a need for them anywhere, they would appear. As for the explosives, they were kept under heavy protection next to the wall in the warehouse . To keep everyone safe, the gunpowder was stored in its three components, and it would only be put together on the city wall when needed ¨C after all, if the powder detonated at the wrong time, the self-inflicted damage would be even greater than the damage from the demonic beasts. The teeth of the demonic beasts may be able to crush the cement, but if the explosives went off, the whole wall would be destroyed. So far, Roland had organized two test runs, both including the use of the explosives. Thanks to these two exercises, the militia was used to the loud roars of the explosions and were no longer so scared that they threw their weapons away. The other advantage was that when the defenders discovered that the prince held such incredible weapons in his hands, the team morale suddenly began to skyrocket. ¡°Your Highness,¡± Barov tightened his collar, ¡°We have already spent most of the ore income in the last half month, so if the Months of the Demons actually goes on as long as the astrologers have predicted, I fear that the food won¡¯t last till the end of winter.¡± ¡°Then I want you to fill up the entire vault,¡± Roland said without hesitation, ¡°Make another deal with Willow Town and don¡¯t make it the only one. The first steam engine has already been transported to the mine, and the gravel from the collapse has already been completely cleaned up. During the entire winter, we can still get a little yield from the mines. Rough stones are especially in demand. Do not emphasize on price. Instead, sell them as soon as possible so that our wheat and meat storages are always as full as possible.¡± Barov nodded, ¡°I¡¯ll give out the orders immediately, Your Highness. Just¡­¡± Seeing the hesitant look on his assistant minister¡¯s face, Roland certainly understood what he wanted to say. ¡°Do not worry, I have already arranged a boat. If the line of defense is broken, I will leave the town immediately.¡± ¡°That¡¯s excellent to hear.¡± said Barov, relieved. Roland smiled at him and said, ¡°You can go. After all, you have enough to do. I have to look for someone else.¡± After Barov left, the Prince slowly stepped onto a watchtower. This place was at the center of the city walls and was their highest point. From here, he could overlook the whole front line, parts of the jungle, and the nearby hills. At such a eight, the wind was blowing quite strongly but Roland didn¡¯t care. Only on this high and open platform could he somewhat calm down and forget the coming war. ¡°You lied to him,¡± someone next to him suddenly said, ¡°You don¡¯t intend to leave this town.¡± ¡°Life is already so difficult, keeping a few secrets sometimes is good for everyone.¡± ¡°You¡¯re talking nonsense and don¡¯t understand the situation. If you already consider the identity of a prince as a difficulty, what would you see us as?¡± Nightingale emerged out of the fog. ¡°Even if you will not be the king, you still have to live through the five-year-long struggle for the throne because you¡¯re one of the main parties. Compared to worrying about such unimportant matters, you should better accompany Anna. I¡¯m afraid¡­ she doesn¡¯t have much time left. ¡° For a moment Roland remained silent, ¡°I don¡¯t think that she will die during the Months of the Demons.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°She said that she will not lose to the devil¡¯s bite,¡± he paused for a second, ¡°And I believe her.¡± ¡°You actually believe what a witch says,¡± Nightingale shook her head, ¡°but we are cursed by the devil.¡± ¡°Are you? Well, I also believe you.¡± ¡°¡­¡­¡± * Brian was wearing his civilian clothes and was standing in front of Greyhound¡¯s tombstone. He gently stroked the surface of the new stone, it was a pure white stone and on its surface were engraved the words: ¡°In memory of one of the silent heroes of Border Town.¡± ¡°Greyhound.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already realized my biggest dream. At the end of the Months of the Demons, His Highness the 4th Prince will hold the canonization ceremony for me. But, I don¡¯t want to sit on the bed waiting for my canonization. My wounds have already healed, so the city wall is the place where I should be. The Months of the Demons is near, and the demonic beasts may be strong, but they will have to go through the line of defense the militia established, and will no longer able to advance. I will also take over your part in defending the town, and brandish my sword in your name. All this will not be the end. Your murderer is still alive¡­ But he will not live much longer, His Highness already promised this to me. The next time I come to you, I¡¯ll bring good news.¡± Brian bent down and placed a bouquet of flowers at the gravestone. ¡°So goodbye, my friend.¡± * ¡°Sister Anna, are you scared?¡± Nana, who was lying on Anna¡¯s bed, asked her this. ¡°Afraid of what?¡± ¡°The devil¡¯s bite we have to face this winter. I became a witch during the autumn of this year, so it will be the first time I have to face it¡­¡± ¡°Well, the first time,¡± Anna thought, ¡°will be very painful, and sometimes you think that you can¡¯t wait any longer and wish that you could finally die.¡± ¡°Ah!¡± Nana began to shout out of shock, but she immediately covered her mouth. ¡°But you will survive, just like me.¡± ¡°I do not know¡­¡± whispered Nana, ¡°I¡¯m not like you, so strong, and afraid of nothing.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not really that strong,¡± said Anna as she closed her eyes. The scene when she met Roland for the first time emerged in her mind. Down there in the cold and dark dungeon, Roland¡¯s clothes were draped over her body. He softly said that he would hire her ¨C until now, she still got goosebumps when remembering this. ¡°Sometimes you will encounter situations or things that will give you the will to live on, even if you need to struggle hard to survive.¡± ¡°Such as¡­?¡± ¡°For example,meat marinated in soy paste,¡± Anna sighed, ¡°How should I know what you dream of? ¨C Ah¡± Seeing that Nana was entirely staring at her, Anna wiped her face with her hand, ¡°What are you looking at? Is there some dirt on my face?¡± ¡°No ¡­¡± Nana shook her head, ¡°I¡¯m just a bit surprised, you¡¯ve never talked to me so much ¡­ Sister Anna, the appearance you had when you just closed your eyes and thought about the past, you were so beautiful.¡± Anna rolled her eyes, jumped out of the bed, and went to the window. Nana followed directly behind her, ¡°What are you looking at, do you want to flee into the forest?¡± ¡°The forest is in the West,¡± answered Anna snappily, ¡°Here you can only see the Shishui River.¡± ¡°Sister Anna, look!¡± The little girl pointed at the sky. Anna was startled, then opened her window. A surge of wind mixed with little snowflakes came into the room. She held out her hand, catching the flower-like sparkling snow. She could feel a chill coming from her fingers. ¡°It¡¯s snowing.¡± * ¡°¡­¡­¡± After long silence, Nightingale opened her mouth and began to speak once more, ¡°You actually didn¡¯t lie.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland laughed, ¡°I had very little reason to lie.¡± Nightingale said nothing. She only tilted her head, and an unknown look emerged in her eyes. Suddenly, she felt something cold on her neck, and she couldn¡¯t help herself from shrinking away. She looked up only to find that unbeknownst to her, the snow had begun to fall on the walls. Under the gray sky, there seemed to be an uncountable number of snowflakes. They danced in the wind, flying all over the place, accompanied by the shouts of the militia. ¡­The Months of the Demons had begun. Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Letter The firewood was burning violently, but Gerald Wimbledon didn¡¯t feel much of the heat. Although he was in a large tent made of stitched leather, and the ground was also completely sealed without any air leakage, he still felt cold. His toes were especially cold, they were almost frozen to the point that he couldn¡¯t feel them any longer. ¡°This damn place, even the urine freezes when you take a piss.¡± he spat and stood up. He grabbed the table on both sides with his hands. When he used all his strength, so that even his hand became red from the effort, the six-foot square wooden table became lively and left the ground. After he put the table at the edge of the fire pit, Gerald felt a lot more comfortable. He took off his shoes and put his feet next to the fire, warming them in the heat. He spread out the text scroll with his hands once more and continued to write the unfinished letter. ¡°Dear lovely Olivia.¡± ¡°It has been already a month since I came to Hermes, but of course, the Church prefers to call this place their new Holy City. If it wasn¡¯t for the Months of the Demons, I wouldn¡¯t want to stay here for even a moment. I just want to get back to you and share the warm bed with you once more.¡± ¡°Faithful to the convention, the church is monitoring us with their own forces instead of supporting us. It¡¯s kind of ironic, isn¡¯t it? Speaking about the church, I have to admit that what they were able to do is really amazing. I can still remember the time when I was here for the first time. It was around twenty years ago. In addition to the mountains and rocks around Hermes there was nothing here besides a little church at the bottom of the mountains. But now, they have not only opened up a road for a carriageway up the mountain peak, but they have also established a large-scale fortress city.¡± ¡°During the summer, you really should come and take a look at this city with me. The new Holy City is even grander than our Graycastle. Do you remember the theater in Graycastle? You and I had gone there to watch ¡°The Revenge of the Prince¡±. You were so impressed with the theater¡¯s architecture; the interior was so spacious that it was unbelievable.¡± ¡°But after you see the Holy City¡¯s new Hall of Military Affairs, you will think that the theater in Graycastle was only a shack. It is hard to call it a building, I think it¡¯s more like a piece of exquisite art. It¡¯s so spacious that it could swallow five theaters. However, not a single pillar supports the exterior walls. The walls are held up by eight behemoth-like demonic beast bones. Between the curved bones are many smaller bones which are connected by hemp ropes, and the roof hovers in midair as if it were on a pole. How could they think off a building like this?¡± ¡°And those bones, if they were stripped from a demonic beast, I bet that guy¡¯s size was certainly more than a hundred feet. Probably only in Hermes will you be able to encounter such a monster. But honey, please do not worry, even if the demonic beasts are massive, they are still the devil¡¯s minions. In the presence of God¡¯s Eye of Retribution, no evil can escape God¡¯s jurisdiction! Whether it is a demonic beast, a witch, or the devil himself, their only fate is to turn into ashes!¡± When he had written until here, Gerald Wimbledon put down his pen and loosened up his tingling hands. This was really strange, normally he could hold his 15 lbs. heavy two-hand-sword all day, but while holding the pen he was only able to write a few sentence before he felt so tired. He smiled in a self-deprecating way and thought that he really was made for a yokel¡¯s life. ¡°When speaking of demonic beasts, I suddenly think of my fourth brother. He was assigned to Border Town, such a miserable place. I¡¯m afraid he has already turned tail and fled to Longsong Stronghold ¨C even there, the demonic beasts will not be able to reach him and the stronghold¡¯s defense is comparable to Hermes. But I think this is not his fault, even if I went to that place, I would only be able to take refuge in the stronghold. Here it can be seen how unfair my father is. Just because our younger brother performed exceptionally intelligently from an early age, he decided to let him inherit the throne. Father forgets that he himself didn¡¯t win the throne with calculating means. Since our mother¡¯s death, it has become more and more difficult for me to find out what father is thinking. ¡° Gerald hesitated before he began to write the next part of his letter, he did not know if he should tell his real intentions to Olivia or not. He paused for a moment, but then he decided to write it down. If his plans went well, he should already have arrived at the Palace in Graycastle before she received his letter. ¡°My dear, Astrologer Ansger was right. If I do nothing, ultimately the throne will not end up in my hands. Ansger observed the stars and what he said was, ¡°The Star of the Apocalypse will burn for the next four months before it leaves its orbit again.¡± This tells me that I obviously have little time left and cannot wait in vain any longer like this.¡± ¡°After today¡¯s battle, I will quietly return to the capital and meet my father, and I will take my loyal soldiers with me. Here maybe I have much less opportunities to get riches like in the City of Golden Harvest, but instead there is no shortage of brave warriors here. I just have to throw some coins around and make some promises, and they will follow me like hungry wolves, and help me reach my goal. Of course, I do not want to start a revolt. I just want to personally ask my father why he gave the orders to start the battle for the throne. In the end, what was it that let him forget that I, as his eldest son, have the right of inheritance?¡± ¡°Ansger has already arranged everything for me. Olivia, my love, you will only need to wait a little longer. The day when I become the King is the day that I will marry you as my Queen. If I fail miserably¡­ you shouldn¡¯t come back to the capital, but instead, you should stay in the Kingdom of Eternal Winter. ¡° ¡°Love you, Gerald.¡± He carefully folded the letter and put it in an envelope, then sealed it with wax. After checking it a few times, he knocked on his table and his personal guard quickly entered the tent. ¡°You have to deliver this letter to the hands of the Rosefamily in the Freezing Wind Mountain Range. You do not have to travel all day and night. Don¡¯t even take a horse, just travel dressed as an ordinary traveler, as a passenger on a wagon from town to town. You only have to remember one thing; this letter must be hand-delivered.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Royal Highness!¡± ¡°Good, you may leave.¡± After Gerald waved his guard away, he simply sat down at the table once more, letting his feet hang over the fire pit. If something happened, he would have no way out. He closed his eyes, recalling scenes of his childhood. At that time, he was playing hide and seek with his second brother and his third sister in the King¡¯s Garden. When his third sister fell down, she needed her two brothers to take care of her. Exactly when had it began that the three of them became more and more like strangers? Gerald shook his head, putting his confusing thoughts aside. It wasn¡¯t suitable for him to become sentimental, he thought, there was only one possibility to end this ¨C he himself had to sit on the throne. At this moment, the dull sound of a horn could be heard in the tent. ¡°Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh¡ª¡ª-¡° ¡°I¡¯m coming!¡° He jumped up from the table and put on his shoes. Stepping out of the tent, he saw that the whole camp was a riot. Everywhere, soldiers were running and waving flags, merging into one big chaos, getting into battle formation. From the distant mountains a muddy echo came in continuous stretches. When the horn blew, it meant the demonic beasts were attacking. ¡°Come with me!¡± He rode on his warhorse, taking his guards with him. Only one person remained standing on the walls of the Holy City, in order to experience its grandeur ¨C it was like an insurmountable natural moat, standing across the path through the impassable mountain range. The pass to the top was flat and wide, it was wide enough for dozens of people to pass through side by side. At the beginning of the path, there were cliffs formed by a glacier on both sides, but the later part was a plateau. This was why the church desperately wanted to build the new Holy City to the top of the mountain. Using this terrain, they built a line of defense that was almost impossible to break through. However, Gerald Wimbledon looked at it more in long run. They were able to transport so many stones and timber from the foot of the hill to the top. In just twenty years they were able to build a city in Hermes, the power The Church had exhibited was astounding. But regardless of how tired he was of doing business with The Church, Gerald had to admit that they also had their strong points. If they didn¡¯t build the stronghold in Hermes, all countries on the continent would have had to face a catastrophe. They were also responsible for the convention against the Demonic Beast Horde. Every year during January when the demonic beasts attack, the four Kingdoms which border Hermes must send troops to support The Church and fight together under The Church¡¯s verdict. Their four banners were floating in the wind. A snake wrapped around the scepter of the ¡°Kingdom of Dawn¡±, the shield and sword of the ¡°Wolfsheart Kingdom¡±, the icerose of the ¡°Kingdom of Eternal Winter¡± ¨C as well as the tower and pike of the ¡°Kingdom of Graycastle¡±. Looking at the black spots appearing in the distant sky, Gerald Wimbledon clenched his great sword. Chapter 41 Chapter 41 The appearing of the first demonic beasts As Brian had said, once it began to snow in Border Town, it would not stop soon. In one night, the town had been covered in a layer of white glaze. During the early morning, the snowfall had eased off. Only a few snowflakes occasionally dropped from the sky, but the weather was still gray. When he thought about how he would not see the sun for several months, Roland thought the idea was still a bit inconceivable. This was simply illogical, he thought, though it was already very weird that magic was a common thing in this world. However, how could demonic beasts have an impact on the sky? Unfortunately, he didn¡¯t have any weather satellites to look at this world¡¯s cloud formations. Walking on the road in the direction of the western city wall, Carter couldn¡¯t help but exclaim, ¡°The town is deserted, there were still a bunch of people who followed the nobles who withdrew!¡± ¡°That¡¯s good, at least they will not hold us back.¡± answered Roland as his breath fogged up in the cold air, ¡°I have arranged for Barov to hold a census during the winter.¡± ¡°What is a census?¡± ¡°It is a statistic produced from going door to door, counting the number of people who stayed behind, asking them for their names and what kind of a job they have. All of this will then be registered.¡± Roland explained, ¡°As a result, during the war we will know how many human resources we can deploy, and after the war, pension can be implemented quickly and efficiently. ¡° ¡°Uh¡­ What?¡± Carter blinked confusedly and then laughed, ¡°Your Highness, you are really not the same as before.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± ¡°In the past you would say something, and I wouldn¡¯t understand it. You would do some unfathomable and mysterious things, but after all, they did not confirm with the identity of the prince. And now¡­¡± Carter paused and seemed to consider his next words, ¡°whether it was those strange training regulations or the novelties of the alchemic workshop, the results were surprisingly effective. Perhaps this is what my grandfather meant when he said, ¡®extraordinary people are extraordinary, because they can always see possibilities which ordinary people overlook¡¯. I have a feeling that there really is a possibility for you to become King.¡± ¡°¡­Yeah,¡± suddenly Roland got a warm feeling within his heart. Is there any better feeling than when other people recognize your hard work? For a short time, he felt full of strength and felt that the gray sky wasn¡¯t as depressing as it was before. As the prince arrived at the wall, the militia, who had already cleared away all the snow, bowed to pay their respects. Roland thought that they should also learn to salute, and he asked ¡°How was the situation last night?¡± ¡°There were no traces of demonic beasts,¡± replied Iron Axe, ¡°Your Highness, according to past experiences, we will still have a relatively stable time period after the first snowfall. During this period, the number of normal animals is still be larger than the number of demonic beasts, and if there are demonic beasts they will be of the weaker species. ¡° Roland nodded, ¡°You still have to continue to be vigilant.¡± The regional rear walls had been transformed into barracks, so if there was no danger, most people could stay in the camp to rest and save energy. Roland implemented a rotation system, taking into account the low winter temperatures. Each team would only need to perform two hours of patrolling before they would be replaced. All these measures were set by Roland. He had asked Brian how it was in Longsong Stronghold and learned that they had no rotation system against the demonic beasts. The new recruits would be assigned to watch the movements of the demonic beasts and had to stay on watch the whole day. So consequently they would slack off, to the point that situations where soldiers deserted would occur. During the winter there were twenty to thirty people who were hanged because of dereliction of duty or violation of military orders. If they found traces of demonic beasts, it would become a mess because they didn¡¯t assign people to their own defense sectors. Thinking of the level of the art of war during this time, Roland already had a clear understanding of it. They paid extreme attention to personal honor and valor, and even emphasized plundering. Even knights would be in the front lines when charging into a city, nevertheless they didn¡¯t need to plunder too much. Roland once more patrolled along the wall and saw that everything seemed to be going smoothly, but Roland found out that he had ignored a problem. That was the roadblocks. These obstructions were currently still clearly visible and would lead the demonic beasts towards the right section of the wall, but if what Brian said was true and the snow would fall for two to three months without any interruption, it could come to the point that the demonic beasts wouldn¡¯t see any obstructions and would attack all of the six-hundred yard long wall. His militia force was clearly too small to attend to such a large battlefield. Sending soldiers down to clear the snow was a bad idea, because a few species like the demonic wolves were extremely agile, so he would definitely lose soldiers. Perhaps he would have to rely on the power of the witches. For example, he could let Nightingale take Anna out of the city to melt the snow with her fire and then sneak back ¨C just like how she had brought Nana in and out of the Pine Family¡¯s home. At this point, he heard a call from an observer on his left side. ¡°Look in front!¡± Roland and Carter both looked towards the position the observer had referred to. There, a group of small shadows crawled out from the snow, moving slowly in the direction of the wall. The hunter who was in control of this defense section turned to Roland and asked, ¡°Your Highness, you say whether or not¡­¡± ¡°Handle the situation according to the former drills, so judge the situation for yourself to determine whether you should blow the horn,¡± Roland ordered, ¡°at this point, you are more experienced than me.¡± The soldier hesitated, but he eventually pulled the string off his crossbow, and stood further down the wall to observe. Roland nodded his head in satisfaction. For now, when the number of demonic beasts that would attack Border Town was still unknown, it would be most important to maintain order on the wall . After all, they could quickly organize their defense according to the steps drilled into them from before. Gradually, the shadows came closer to the wall. When they were 50 yards away from the wall, Roland was finally able to clearly make out their appearances. Probably a variant of foxes? Their fur was grayish black and their eyes were red. When they were at the walls they were panting heavily. ¡°It looks like it wasn¡¯t long ago that they were turned into demonic beasts. They aren¡¯t a threat,¡± said Iron Axe while aiming with his bow. ¡°You mean they were infected by the Breath of Hell which was expulsed in the West?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t happen only in the West,¡± Carter came over and answered, ¡°the Gates of Hell can open anywhere in the mountains, there is no place safe from it in the mountains. In the North, there is an especially large path which is often under the attack of the demonic beasts. There, it seems that a part of the never ending Impassible Mountain range was cut off. For more than a decade, this path was the main direction of attack from demonic beasts.¡± The maniac monsters only lingered for a short moment at the base of the wall before they raised their heads and released grim growls towards the crowd on the wall while preparing to leap. However, Iron Axe released his bowstring, and his sharp arrow accurately penetrated the neck of one of the demonic beasts, firmly nailing it to the ground. Roland noted that the blood which flowed out from the beast was black. It was the same kind of erosion for the demonic beasts and witches, but why could the witches still save their consciousness and be saved after their awakenings, when the animals would always turn into maniacs while their bodies mutated? If I have the opportunity, I need to go and take a look behind the Mountain of Despair, thought Roland. In the Prince¡¯s memory, it was a place where no human being could set foot, it was the place where the Gates of Hell opened. However, because no one had ever visited it, most of the knowledge of it came from ancient books, and he had no way to verify the rumors, so he had some doubts about the Gates of Hell. Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Accidents ¡°What happens when a demonic beast bites a human?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Will they become the same like the demonic beast?¡± Roland hoped it wouldn¡¯t turn into a medieval version of Resident Evil. After all, with their current level of technology they had no way to extract the virus and produce the required antigens. ¡°Of course not,¡± Iron Axe gave Roland a kind ¡®How can you ask such a question?¡¯ look, ¡°They would turn into a corpse.¡± ¡°What about their meat, can we eat it?¡± Carter exclaimed loudly, ¡°Your Highness! How can you think about eating the meat of demonic beasts, they are contaminated with the Breath of Hell, ah!!¡± Roland looked at Iron Axe, who nodded and said, ¡°Your chief knight is right, I have cut off meat from some demonic beasts to feed to my dogs. The result was that my dogs died shortly after eating the meat.¡± ¡°That happened? That¡¯s really a shame.¡± Roland sighed, during this time, the food sources were scarce. If they were able to eat the demonic beasts the winter months would turn into months of simple harvest. Think about it, the whole forest of animals would turn mad and run in the direction of Border Town, so the militia would even be able to save hunting gear! After he walked along the whole wall, he decided to pay a visit to Nana. Roland had requisitioned the residence of a noble who recently left Border Town and used it as a field hospital. Of course, he claimed it as a school for foreign medicine. But just in case, it was near the city walls and was one of the best guarded places in Border Town. When the former owner of the residence returned to Longsong Stronghold he had taken all his property with him, and the other inhabitants of Border Town were always ready to give up their homes. So, the housing was quite large, but they couldn¡¯t have many murals, carpets, porcelain vases, or other kinds of decorations. If it wasn¡¯t fairly clean, it would just look like a house that was vacant for a long time. Roland turned the first floor into one big room. Only the stairs to the upper floor and a small hallway were left. Then, he put ten beds into the room. With this, his hospital was finished. It was quite a simple shape, there were no nurses and no doctors, even the ten beds were unlikely to be used at all ¨C after Nana¡¯s treatment the patients weren¡¯t required to lay in the beds, her treatment immediately bore fruits. During the day, Nana would normally stay on the second floor of the hospital and Anna would come by when she herself had nothing to do. Sir Pine and Brian were responsible for the first floor, and two guards were stationed at the entrance. However, Roland did not expect that the first patient of the field hospital would be a worker from the Northern Slope Mine instead of a soldier from the militia which defended the walls. * Nils felt his hands trembling. When he heard the hoarse scream of iron again, he tried to pick up his pace once more, but even with his fastest speed he couldn¡¯t fly. This was all because of his negligence, he thought. Damn, how could he forget the repetitive warnings of his senior knight? If he had known earlier, he wouldn¡¯t have grasped his chance to work with the big guy! Since the big guy was installed at the mine gate during the night, the miners¡¯ work became a lot easier. Originally, the most tiring part of the job was to drag the ore out of the mine when the mining basket was filled with stones. Generally, two people would push from the back and the rest would pull from the front. After years of usage, the originally uneven tunnel ground became flat due to the transporting of the baskets. The pad at the bottom of the iron ore basket also required frequent replacement. A week ago, the chief knight commanded that the senior knight and his men to transport a lot of strange-shaped parts made out of metal up to the mine, and then in the next few days they assembled them into a furnace. Nils had absolutely not foreseen that this furnace could move by itself when fueled with fire. It could not only move, but it also had extraordinary strength. The senior knight had said that it was His Royal Highness¡¯ invention and was seemingly called the steam engine. First, a basket had to be fastened with a rope to the steam engine, then a fire had to be lit before the big machine would begin to hum. Then, the winch began to turn and the basket was quickly hauled towards the mine entrance. Incredible! The senior knight had selected a person responsible for the steam engine after several test runs . When Nils was selected, he was very pleased with himself, since he had waited a long time for such a good opportunity. After all, he just had to stand in front of the machine! He would no longer have to dig out stones or minerals, and he would never ever need to push a basket. That last mine collapse still left him spooked. The words the senior knight told him were still in his head. He said it wasn¡¯t a difficult task.The big guy would do all the work, all he had to do was to pull the green lever first and then the red lever second. The senior knight also said that the green lever was linked to the intake valve, while an exhaust valve was linked with the red lever so that the steam would pass through the pipe into the cylinder. After the basket was pulled to the mine entrance, he would have to do the reverse if he wanted to stop the machine. First, he had to lift the red lever and then the green lever. With, this the steam would be discharged from the side of the boiler. After each cycle, the oven needed be supplemented with water until it was full ¨C although he didn¡¯t understand what a valve and a cylinder were, Nils still promised to do everything step by step. However, the senior knight stressed two points that were most important. First, the order could not be wrong. To start the engine, the green lever was first before the red lever. To stop, the green had to be closed after the red. If he made a mistake, it could lead to the destruction of the machine. The second point was that when he was discharging the steam he had to constantly remind the miners to step back until the red lever was completely lifted. The first point Nils had engraved into his head, even with closed eyes he wouldn¡¯t make a mistake. But with the second point he had some problems. Today, he was shutting down the machine as usual. He noticed that other miners were no longer around. He felt that he would be a fool if he shouted a warning when no one was around, so he was totally absorbed in pulling the red lever. The red lever was a bit hard to pull, and out of exhaustion he had to bare his teeth during the pull. He hadn¡¯t expected Titus to appear in front of the stove when he pulled the lever ¨C Nils hadn¡¯t seen him due to the steam engine¡¯s big size and because of the loud noise it created, he hadn¡¯t even heard the footsteps. The white steam which was exhausted from the boiler directly rushed into Titus¡¯ face! Nils was stunned out of fright, he only saw Titus suddenly falling to the ground and rolling around, holding his face and screaming his life out ¨C Titus screams were so heartbreaking for Nils that they directly attacked the core of his being. Soon, other miners gathered around, opening Titus¡¯ hands by force to take a look at his wounds, only to see that his face only vaguely reminded them of a human face. Blood was oozing from his cooked and raw face and his eyes were turned into white pearls. All the people present were sure that Titus couldn¡¯t be saved. Nils¡¯ soul slowly came back to his body. Titus had always taken care of him, due to his young age, and the work Nils was assigned was less than that of the other people, but the wages Nils got were never less than that of the others. And now, this accident only happened due to his negligence. Between his grief and anxiety, Nils suddenly remembered what the senior knight also said. If one of the miners were accidently injured, he should be brought to the safe area near the walls. There was a newly opened medical center therere. Although Nils knew that such a serious injury was an incurable wound and that the size of the injury was too big, even if herbal medicine could help a little, it couldn¡¯t stop the deterioration of Titus¡¯ health. Then, Titus would get high fever and would soon fall into a coma. But nonetheless Nils still took Titus into his arms, regardless of the confused looks he got from the nearby people, bit his teeth together, and ran. If he did nothing and Titus died, Nils was afraid that he could never forgive himself for the rest of his life. Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Be strong ¡°Sister Anna?¡± When Nana heard thunderous footsteps coming from the stairs, she ran to the door and took a quick look, but she was soon disappointed because she found out that the person who was coming was His Royal Highness, the Prince. ¡°Anna should still be working, but she will probably come by later.¡± said Roland when he arrived at Nana¡¯s side. ¡°Work?¡± Nana had recently often heard this word out of the mouth of the Prince, ¡°You mean she is burning this gray mud powder?¡± ¡°For now, yes.¡± Nana pouted as she went back to the table. I also have a job, she thought. My job is to stay here and wait to treat the soldiers who are injured while defending the town. Roland asked with a gentle smile, ¡°How is it? Do you feel bored when Anna isn¡¯t here?¡± as he took a chair to sit by the fireplace. ¡°Well,¡± Nana supported her chin with her hand so that she couldn¡¯t nod and give a true answer. It wasn¡¯t that she didn¡¯t want to treat the injured, but ¡­ the sight of the injuries was just so horrible. She could still remember when she had to treat Brian, it was the first time she had to treat a human. The man was covered all over in blood that it seemed like he had bathed in blood. A reddish-brown blood clot had solidified in the pit of his stomach, his mouth resembled the look of a dried fish, and he was disgorging white fluids and red blood. Then¡­ Nana had fainted. It was downright disgraceful. Nana raised her head to secretly glance at Roland. She saw that he had leaned back in his chair and was snoring. The Prince seemed to be tired, she thought. His jobs were building the walls, training the soldiers, and protecting the town from the invasion of the demonic beasts. When he came to request her help, although she first hesitated for a long time, in the end she did not refuse. ¡°You will encounter some things that make you want to live on, even if you will have to struggle to live on.¡± ¨C Nana didn¡¯t understand what this meant, but when she closed her eyes, Anna would appear within her mind ¨C with her pair of bright blue eyes, just like a lake, surrounding her slowly. This was the reason she agreed to Roland¡¯s request. She wanted to be as strong as her sister, Anna. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard from downstairs again and Nana immediately jumped off her chair. She wanted to go to the door to see if it was Anna who came this time, but suddenly she was stopped by an invisible hand. ¡°Just wait a minute, there is more than one person.¡± Nana patted her chest in dissatisfaction, ¡°You scared me, sister Nightingale.¡± Soon the door was open, and this time it was Brian, who was stationed here, who entered, ¡°Miss Pine, please come down. You have a patient who got burned.¡± This was work for her, right? Nana took a deep breath, ¡°I will come down.¡± She walked downstairs while two guards were busy with carrying an unconscious person towards a bed. Standing beside the bed was a short man with a face full of anxiety. Brian walked up to the patient and neatly tied the patient¡¯s hands and feet to the bed. When he was done tying, he closed up the area with previously prepared curtains and then led the little man out of the room. When Roland came down he asked while rubbing his eyes, ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°Your Highness, North Slope Mine sent a seriously injured person, he looks like he was scalded.¡± The Prince walked over to Brian, ¡°He was burned by the steam engine, right? Was there a problem with the engine? Did you send him to Nana?¡± ¡°He is in the medical room.¡± Brian pointed to the direction of the door. ¡°I need you to look into this case.¡± when he finished speaking, Roland walked towards the medical room. Nana slowly stepped near the injured man, only looking at him carefully within her peripheral vision. When she saw his face, his facial features had turned into paste, forming a round ball. What should have been red skin was dehydrated and inhumanely white, it just looked like a rag was laying on his face. At his neck were blisters as big as small eggs, some of them had even been broken, and the mucus oozing out from the blisters mixed together with the blood in the pillow. In the flickering shine of the fire, his appearance was more horrible than the devil in her nightmares. She took two steps back and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw her father watching her, full of concern. ¡°Are you okay?¡± Nana nodded, thinking of the words Roland had told her ¨C ¡°You only need to treat the injured the same as you treat the little animals.¡± She once again moved towards the bed and stretched out her hands. An incredible feeling emerged within her body and gathered within the palm of her hand. She saw a ray of light being emitted from the fluorescent green liquid flowing out of her hands as it fell on the injured face. For her, this fluorescence light was obvious, but to others it seemed to be invisible. Then, the wounds began to change. The scorched skin was constantly shed off and new skin began to regrow at a visible speed. The wounded man¡¯s groans of pain gradually diminished until it stopped, and his breathing eased. It seemed like he just fell into a deep sleep. Nana exhaled, relieved. This time her own performance was surely better than last time, and she thought, I should have made a great progress with my training, right? ¡°My God, is this what His Highness meant when he spoke of your healing ability? This is the first time I¡¯ve seen you do this.¡± asked Sir Pine. Then he exclaimed, ¡°Good girl, you¡¯re awesome!¡± ¡°It is the power of the gods,¡± Brian said in the same tone of awe, ¡°It was also Miss Nana who healed me when I was heavily injured, I really owe her so much.¡± Ah, he is such a fool. Nana had to cover her face because of shame, doesn¡¯t he know that it was sister Nightingale who smuggled him out and saved him on that day? ¡°When did that happen?¡± asked Sir Pine, full of wonder, ¡°Why didn¡¯t I know of it?¡± ¡°Oh¡­ Their powers have nothing to do with God, they belong to the witches themselves.¡± Roland opened the curtain and stepped inside, coughed once and changed the subject, ¡°How are his injures?¡± ¡°He has basically recovered,¡± Blaine excitedly said, ¡°It¡¯s like he was never hurt! Your Highness, with the help of Miss Nana, during the Month of the Demons, everyone who is fighting has a chance to survive!¡± ¡°As long as they don¡¯t die on the spot, there will be no problem with saving their lives,¡± the Prince confirmed, indicating Brian that he should stop since the man woke up, ¡°Your name is Titus, right?¡± The man who was named Titus had a look full of confusion and asked ¡°I ¡­ What happened? Am I dreaming?¡± ¡°You¡¯re not,¡± Roland said. ¡°You¡¯re still alive.¡± ¡°Are you ¡­! I have seen Your Highness at the square!¡± The man suddenly woke up like he was hit by lightning, jumped up from the bed, and fell to his knees, ¡°Your Royal Highness, was it you who saved me?¡± ¡°It was the daughter of the Pine Family who saved you. She is a witch and has a healing ability.¡± Nana¡¯s mind froze, he directly said that she was a witch, would she be okay? Sure enough, the look in the man¡¯s eye changed immediately, ¡°A woman¡­ she is a witch? Your Highness, aren¡¯t they the devil¡¯s ¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t speak such nonsense!¡± When Sir Pine heard him speaking such words about his daughter, he angrily cried, ¡°My daughter has nothing to do with the devil, but she even saved your life instead, man! Do you think the Devil would reach out to you with a helping hand?!¡± ¡°No, no! Please forgive me for being impolite,¡± Titus pulled his head immediately into a deep bow, ¡°Thank you for saving my life, Miss Pine.¡± Nana suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable. If she could, she would immediately rush out of the room, but a voice in her mind repeatedly reminded her, ¡°be strong.¡± Later when Titus was sent away, Sir Pine worriedly asked, ¡°Will this really be alright, Your Highness? In this way, I¡¯m afraid, my daughter will no longer be able to lead a normal life.¡± ¡°You have to think on the bright side, Sir Pine,¡± comforted the Prince, ¡°We have to take advantage in this kind of situation, so that we will be able to break the deadlock. With this, Nana will may be truly free in the future. Otherwise, in the following years, she will one day be exposed. Until then, I am afraid she can only live a life in seclusion. ¡° ¡­ Real freedom? Nana didn¡¯t know what this meant, because even now she felt very free. But His Highness said when they would achieve it, sister Anna would also be able to leave the castle just like herself. Maybe they could even return to teacher Karl¡¯s college, right? Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Hidden answers It was already late when Roland went back to the castle. It was snowing heavily again. He went directly into his bedroom, took off his coat and shook off the snow that got caught in its collar. Then, he hung it on a rack next to the fireplace. ¡°Your Highness, don¡¯t you think that you have progressed much too quickly?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice came out of nowhere, and then she became visible to the prince. ¡°You mean the situation with Nana?¡± Roland poured each of them a glass of wine. Although the wine was more bitter than he was used to, slowly he had become used to its taste. Nightingale took the cup offered by the Prince but did not drink ¨C she was waiting for the prince to give a longer answer. ¡°There will never be a more appropriate time than now,¡± said Roland. He drank his cup of wine all at once, only to fill it up once more afterwards. ¡°I planned to let Nana play a big role with her ability during the Months of the Demons. So, it would have been impossible impossible to conceal her identity as a witch anyway. She can instantly cure fatal injuries! This is nothing close to what ordinary herbs or bloodletting can do, everyone will want this.¡± ¡°Border Town is in the most western part of the kingdom. Here, so far away the center, the church¡¯s influence is very limited ¨C if I were them, I wouldn¡¯t be willing to spend so many Gold Royals for a place which could be abandoned at any time.¡± Roland continued, ¡°We even don¡¯t have a small town church. The missionary left with the nobility to Longsong Stronghold earlier. Knowing all this, what do you think Border Town is? It is an island, totally cut off from the outside world.¡± ¡°¡­ This was your plan since the beginning?¡± Asked Nightingale, surprised. Roland nodded, ¡°The never ending snowfall will close the road to Longsong Stronghold, and the entire town will be in my hands. We have at least three months to reverse the ¡°witches are evil¡± point of view. With only mouth-to-mouth propaganda, the effect will be very limited. So, we must rely on real life experiences in order to quickly eliminate the hatred caused by ignorance and misunderstanding.¡± That was the reason why he wanted to let everyone think Nana was the cause of Brian¡¯s rescue. He wanted to create a different image of Nightingale. There existed a legend of a nurse who made an all-out effort to look after wounded people, resulting in the plummet of the wounded mortality rate, from 42% to 2%. Thus, the fighters conferred her the title of ¡°Lady with the Lamp¡±, and the popularity of the whole nurse profession had been elevated to the rank of worship. Nana¡¯s ability to heal had more to offer than only heal the injured, as long as someone didn¡¯t die on the spot, she could restore him completely like he was never injured. This would be more important and boost the morale more than any weapon upgrade he had presented. At the same time, thanks to her family¡¯s decline within the aristocracies ranks, her father had to deal deal with hunters and farmers often during the weekdays. Because of this, he had a very calm and kind attitude towards the normal civilians, and he even allowed Nana to visit Karl¡¯s Collage and learn with them. This kind of act was absolutely unthinkable for even the lowest of Barons, they would never agree if their children had something to do with the peasants ¨C in their eyes, these people were the so-called untouchables. ¡°This ¡­ can we really do this?¡± Even Nightingale, when facing such a big monster like the Church, felt extraordinarily small and weak. ¡°If we never try to change, we will never know the answer.¡± Roland did not expect that he would be able to change the view of all the inhabitants of Border Town, but he at least hoped to plant seeds within the hearts of some and get a small team of supporters. Later, he wanted to relay on this seeds, to let them grow and let them spread. Within three months, many changes could be achieved. Nightingale thought about it and then whispered, ¡°Why do you want to step out of the masses and help us witches?¡± In order to use their power for the production of resources, make himself more powerful, and have a better chance in winning the throne ¨C of course, all this answers were not suitable to say aloud. Even so, Roland was a mechanical engineer, he had played a good variety dating games, so he could even be seen as a veteran who knew a lot. So with the experience of having lived for more than forty years in two different worlds he knew that this time he had to face a crucial question and give the right answer. So he thought carefully about his next words and said slowly, ¡°I haven¡¯t told you yet, but I do not care about the background of any inhabitant of Border Town. I hope that one day, in my territory, even witches can live a life as free as any other person.¡± This time Nightingale was silent for a long time, and the only sound left was the crackling of the burning firewood. Her face, highlighted by the flickering flames, was like an otherworldly picture. When she spoke again, Roland had enough time to free himself from the beautiful illusion. ¡°You really don¡¯t have to accomplish all this.¡± Her voice was small but gentle, ¡°Please forgive me for lying to you before ¡­ My sisters in the Witch Cooperation Association have been living the life of refugees for far too long. They do not expect so much, their only goal is to have a place where they can live in seclusion. Even living in this castle would be enough.¡± ¡°How would that be different from living your life within a cage?¡± Roland shook his head, but then he suddenly come to an understanding. His eyes became wide open when he looked full of shock at Nightingale, ¡°What do you mean ¡­ Are you saying that you are willing to bring your sisters back here?¡± Nightingale sighed and avoided looking directly at the prince, ¡°When I do this, you will become the enemy of the Church.¡± ¡°Their arm has been stretched too far and has become too thin.¡± Roland didn¡¯t mind the future road, due the slogan ¡°the power of the King is granted by the God¡±, the Church and the mortal power will conflict sooner or later. As for Border Town, we only have to live through the next months, then they will not be able to do much to us. Here we are thousands of miles away from their seat of power. What do you think will happen when the Bishop of Longsong Stronghold holds a military trial to come to crusade me? My father would never allow this to happen, this would be a much too great of an attack against his Royal power. ¡° ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale didn¡¯t know how to answer, she gave him her salute and left. When Nightingale was out of the room, Roland let himself fall onto the bed, and took in a deep breath to relax. There were some things he didn¡¯t tell her. For example,he didn¡¯t tell her that the center of the church¡¯s power was a thousand miles away. In accordance with the world¡¯s news circulation speed, they would probably only be able to react in late spring. In addition to the distance there was also his identity as a prince, so a big possibility would be that they would only send envoys to ascertain the situation. As a result, Roland thought that they would only arrive after half a year. By then, he himself would already have a solution to break their strength. Thus, the biggest risk of his plan wasn¡¯t the church, but rather the witches themselves. This point was only known by himself. Although at the moment the witches were at a disadvantage, the current situation would not last forever. The power of the witch did not rely on blood heritage, so there was no pattern to who would awaken, it was all random. This meant that they could not be eradicated, so their number could only increase. The Church relies on their God¡¯s Eye of Retribution, and for the moment they can still maintain their advantages over the witches with it, but it can only offset their magic. However, the witch awakening not only gives them a wide range of ability, but also boosts their physical power and mental reaction speed. Even their appearances would become more beautiful than ordinary people. They essentially could be regarded as a ¡°New Mankind.¡± The more brutal the oppression becomes, the more intense the resistance will be. How much damage would be caused to Graycastle if the witches started and lead a riot? Because the Church gave birth to the hatred, once they lost control, it would be likely that the hatred would turn against all the residents of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Roland didn¡¯t want to see that happen. So, he needed to start from Border Town, and lay down the structure to contain both sides. Later, he would need to extend the structure to Longsong Stronghold, and in the end to the whole kingdom. He was creating a world in which common people and witches could coexist. Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Conspiracy (Part 1) During the night of the new moon, the silhouette of Gerald Wimbledon could be seen near the walls of the City of Graycastle. After his few months of stationing at Hermes came to an end, he was now finally back, he thought. The long journey left him totally exhausted, but he was still vigilant of his surroundings. He reined his horse to stop and motioned his deputy to go and inquire about the situation. If everything went as planned, the Scholar Ansger should have had all of the guards replaced with guards loyal to Gerald. When his deputy gave the signal, the replaced guards would let down the side door of the drawbridge. Gerald was wide-eyed, and was staring forward, out of fear that the guards would overlook the signal. The truth was that he hadn¡¯t waited very long, but for Gerald it felt like time froze and he had to wait forever. When his eyes had already ached to their breaking point, he finally saw a short flicker in the distance ¨C two short flickers at the bottom of the wall, and then three times above the wall as the answer, signaling that everything was going as planned. Gerald had to take a deep breath before giving his troops the signal to march forward. Seeing this, he already believed himself to be only a step away from the throne. Gerald rode shoulder to shoulder with his deputies through the side door in the wall. Behind him were more than twenty men of his cavalry following him. No one spoke a word, the only sound which could be heard was the pulling of the reins to move the horses slowly forward. The walls of the City were built out of stones from the Fallen Dragon Mountain. Under the illumination of the torches, the brown and dark-red stones made the wall look like it was overflowing with blood. The entire wall was twenty feet wide, and during the construction of the biggest wall in the world at that time, more than a thousand hard laborers, masons and slaves had to die. In the minds of the people this city was known as an impregnable fortress, but now Gerald and his men were easily crossing the walls, conquering the city with units from within. Somehow, he had to think of the Church¡¯s new Holy City; would their more ambitious and absolutely impregnable walls also fall due treachery from within? ¡°Your Highness, I have already waited a long time for you here.¡± Gerald could hear Ansger¡¯s voice through the gates. There, the scholar was already waiting for him with a small troop. Seeing Gerald appear, Ansger quickly dismounted and bent down to bow. Gerald pushed his distracting thoughts aside. He was probably too excited, making it impossible for him to restrain his emotions, but he let his imagination run wild, ¡°You have done well! Did you also replaced all the palace guards?¡± ¡°I was going to, but then an unexpected problem appeared in the plan. Your Silver Knight who had already agreed to help was unexpectedly transferred to the south exit three days ago. Until now, we haven¡¯t had time to switch the new guards with our guards.¡± Gerald frowned, this meant that he could not take twenty soldiers with him into the palace. Gerald himself wouldn¡¯t be stopped, but the guards would never let this many armed people into the Royal Palace. ¡°Let it pass, split the team into two parts and come with me to the Palace door. Keep the door under good guard and don¡¯t let any outsiders hinder me on my way,¡± he hesitated for a moment to make up his mind. Although the plan had changed, the situation was still under his control. Naturally at night guards would stand outside his father¡¯s chamber, but as long as someone could distract them for a moment, he was sure to cut them down with his sword. Inside the city. Everything looked the same as it had been when he left. Although he was now walking through the city at night, he was still able to recognize every street. This was his territory, there existed no doubt. Everyone jumped off their horses and marched rapidly forward in the direction of the palace. When they arrived at the door, his more than twenty soldiers spread out according to the new plan, lurking outside the palace. It was just like Ansger had said, except the guards were surprised as to why the Prince wanted to speak with the King so late at night. However, after hearing Gerald¡¯s bluff about having to discuss important matters, they directly opened the door and let him enter. After all, he was the eldest son of the King and the first heir to the throne. Ansger and Gerald went together through the garden and the halls of the Palace. In front of the Palace was the residence of Wimbledon III. Ansger raised his torch and waved side-to-side with it. Immediately after that, a guard appeared out of the shadows and knelt on one knee, pleading, ¡°Your Highness, please come with me.¡± Gerald became irritated, he smelled blood. Didn¡¯t Ansger say that they had replaced all the palace guards? He looked through the shadows of the flames and took a good view at the man, he was indeed a familiar person ¨C a knight who supported Gerald in the fight for the throne. This gave him a little peace of mind. ¡°What happened, had someone entered the castle?¡± ¡°It happened earlier this evening, Your Royal Highness. His Majesty had summoned a maid for this evening, but she came exactly at the moment of the changing of the guards.¡± the other replied, ¡°Please be assured that we have handled the situation well.¡± He summoned a maid? His father had not touched a woman for a long time ¨C since the death of his mother. Gerald was a little surprised, but now he had not the time to entangle himself in such a trivial matter. So, he nodded and said nothing more about it, and instead went into the castle, followed by his guards. Even with his eyes closed, Gerald could find his way through the castle. He had lived here for more than twenty years. Where there was a secret passage, where there was a secret door¡­ everything was crystal clear for him. However, the purpose of this trip was to persuade his father to path the throne to him without bloodshed. So surreptitiously sneaking into the palace was meaningless, he had to get rid of the guards stationed outside of his father¡¯s chamber. Then, he could let his father fully understand his situation, so that they could sit down and talk seriously about the ownership of the right to inheritance. If he could not convince him ¡­ Gerald Wimbledon took a deep breath and gave a hand signal for his followers to stop, then pulled out his large sword and took it in his hands. At the end of the corridor was a bronze door, which was the only entrance into the Palace. The door to the bedroom was at the end of the corridor behind the bronze door. Usually two or three guards would be stationed here, but this would be the first time in the history of the Palace that the entrance to the King¡¯s bedchamber would be unprotected. Gerald first opened the door enough only for small slit, then he slid in with the side of his shoulder, quickly entering the room and taking a battle-ready position with his sword ¨C but inside the room it was totally quiet, and there was nobody speaking. At the same time, an intense smell of blood entered his nose. The thought of premonition flashed through his mind. Then, he directly ran towards his father¡¯s chambers. There, Gerald saw a staggering scene. His father Wimbledon III was sitting in his bed only wearing his nightgown, and his upper body was leaning on a pillow. His robe was open, and in in his chest stuck the hilt of a sword. Blood trickled down his belly and soaked the quilt. Standing beside his father was actually his brother, Timothy Wimbledon. ¡°How ¡­¡­ how is this possible?¡± Gerald stood in place, totally startled. ¡°Just like you, brother,¡± Timothy sighed, ¡°I really didn¡¯t want to do it.¡± He clapped his hands, and a large number of armored soldiers rapidly entered the room, surrounding Gerald, ¡°This was a chess game and I wanted to finish it in accordance with the rules. Brother, do you know why I couldn¡¯t? If you have to blame someone, blame Third Sister; from the beginning she didn¡¯t intend to follow the rules, but of course ¡­ you did. Otherwise, why would you rush back to the King¡¯s City after hearing Scholar Ansger¡¯s prediction? Seriously, if you didn¡¯t come, I really would have been helpless.¡± ¡°Ansger!¡± Gerald grit his teeth and looked at Ansger, enraged. Out of fear, Scholar Ansger stepped backwards. While raising his hands he said, ¡°I didn¡¯t lie to you when I said ¡®The Star of Apocalypse has begun its arrival. It metaphorically hunts everyone who has stepped away from the right path, but it also has the meaning of downfall.¡± Gerald now fully understood. From the beginning, he had fallen into a well-designed trap. The smell of blood in front of the castle was probably not left by a maid, but instead it was his Silver Knight who was removed instead of transferred like they had said. However, his biggest point of despair was that Scholar Ansger, who had taken care of him for longer than a decade and had taught him how to read and write, had chosen the second prince in the end ¨C just like his father. ¡°Timothy Wimbledon,¡± He was a son like Gerald himself, but Timothy alone got all the attention of their father. He got the best territory allocated to him, so it was totally unexpected that he would be the one to strike first! ¡°You¡¯re the devil from hell! ¡° For a short moment, anger flashed within Timothy¡¯s eyes, but it soon disappeared ¡°Do you really think so? Dear brother, if you were unable to change our father¡¯s choice, did you really intend to stop there and go back? Do not cheat yourself.¡± TN: I changed Astrologer Ansger into Scholar Ansge Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Conspiracy (Part 2) ¡± ¡­ ¡± Gerald didn¡¯t know how to reply. The only thing left for him to do was to drag his own brother to hell with him. However, after some time he calmed down and asked, ¡°Do you think you can get rid of me by telling your lies?¡± ¡°Get rid of you? No, that wouldn¡¯t help me at all dear brother. I was helpless, I had to do it.¡± Timothy¡¯s tone remained calm, as if he was only stating facts, ¡°If I had honored father and waited five years, I was afraid that I would have had to face 3rd sister¡¯s pirate fleet. You know what she has been doing recently, right?¡± Gerald shook his head and felt a stabbing pain within his heart when he realized how great the distance between himself and 2nd brother had become. He remembered that his brother was very clever from an early age but wasn¡¯t good at riding, shooting or fighting. As long as he had an opportunity to deliver a slash to Timothy, he could behead him ¨C ¡°She set up her own army, brother. Really, I admire her. She had even begun to organize it before father gave the order to fight for the throne, this was something even I didn¡¯t expect. We got along so harmoniously during our childhood, so how could it have developed like this? Why do we have to kill each other for the throne?¡± Then, he took a step towards Gerald and asked, ¡°Take yourself for example. I¡¯m afraid that you now want to split me in half with your sword, right?¡± ¡± ¡­ ¡° ¡°I know you do, brother, since you told me before that when you want to kill you get a frightening look in your eyes.¡± Timothy sighed, ¡°I will bluntly tell you, I had to end this fight for the throne beforehand. Otherwise, if I had waited for five years I would have had to face Garcia¡¯s fleet. She has already controlled Clearwater for several years, and has made it a city suitable to handle business and the recruitment of soldiers unlike Valencia, the City of Golden Harvest, which is only good for business and not suitable for rearing soldiers.¡± ¡°I need an army strong enough to withstand 3rd Sister¡¯s fleet, which isn¡¯t something I can achieve when I can only depend on a trading city. Gerald Wimbledon, tomorrow you will be sentenced to trial because of the assassination of the king and your absence from your territory. I, on the other hand, will travel back to Valencia during the night so that I will be there before the news of father¡¯s death spreads. I¡¯ll be deeply heartbroken, and will accept the throne only because I, as the 2nd Prince, am the duty-bound inheritor. Anyway, I will become the King while you will be sentenced to death by the guillotine.¡± ¡°You ¡­!¡± Gerald roared, enraged, and attacked his brother. However, the distance between him and Timothy was too far, so his sword was intercepted by two Knights who then slashed at him in return, and a sword pierced his calf. Gerald lost his balance due the sudden injury and fell on the ground. The guards tightly swarmed around him and pinned him to the ground so that he could not move. ¡°You want to hold a trial? Do you think so lowly of me? I will tell everyone about what happened! I will let all people know what kind of monster you are!¡± ¡°Of course I will not allow you to do that, brother,¡± Timothy patiently declared. ¡°The Alchemic Workshop has invented a drug named ¡°Forgotten Language¡±, it uses the modulated poison of the sand lizard from the southern border and is mixed together with milk. After drinking it, you won¡¯t be able to emit any sound. Rest assured, you won¡¯t feel any pain, but the flavor is mellow and it¡¯s befuddling. If you have to blame someone, then blame our 3rd sister, the genius. If it wasn¡¯t for her, I wouldn¡¯t be forced to do this.¡± Timothy waved his hand towards the Knight Commander, who gave his salute and lead Gerald out of the Palace. The other guards also left so that the last remaining people were Scholar Ansger and Timothy. ¡°Your Highness, since your taking over the throne is already settled, I will call you Your Majesty from now on,¡± said Ansger as he bent down. ¡°You have done well. When I sit on the throne of Graycastle, I will honor our agreement, but ¡­ but after I saw how miserable my brother was today, I think some provisions should be added to our agreement to ensure my safety.¡± The scholar¡¯s look changed immediately, ¡°Your Majesty, you mean -¡° ¡°Rest assured, I just do not want to be betrayed.¡± Timothy pulled a small pill from his pocket, ¡°This must have been so much for you to handle. Maybe you should take this pill, it will dissolve after seven days. This should be enough time for me to travel to Valencia, getting the sad news and then to travel back to Graycastle. Later, when I become King, you will become the Chief Astrologer like we had agreed, but I do not want the others to offer you a higher price.¡± ¡°Your Majesty ¡­ You have to be joking,¡± Scholar Ansger¡¯s face became pale and his look became pained. But in the end, he grit his teeth, and eventually swallowed the pill. ¡°Smart choice.¡± said Timothy as he nodded with satisfaction, ¡°You may go.¡± ¡­¡­ When the palace was deserted, the prince¡¯s face darkened. He grabbed the porcelain that was placed on a small table beside the bed. Several sounds of porcelain shattering could be heard. So, the guards who were stationed outside immediately rushed in. ¡°Your Highness?¡± ¡°Get out!¡± He shouted. ¡°Yes,¡± the guards quickly lowered their heads and went out, closing the door behind them. Damn, this wasn¡¯t how I had planned it! Timothy hadn¡¯t planned to kill his father. With Wimbledon III¡¯s favor, he only wanted his father to take notice of Garcia¡¯s actions and stop her. His older brother Prince Gerald, on the other hand, would be a pawn within Timothy¡¯s hand. Timothy had thought that this plan couldn¡¯t go wrong. By controlling Gerald¡¯s mentor, Scholar Ansger, Timothy could manipulate his brother from the dark ¨C Within the Astrologers Association, Scholar Ansger¡¯s status wasn¡¯t high, but when Ansger wrote some letters to Gerald, the 1st prince was quickly hooked. All this went exactly like Timothy had planned. His elder brother was strong in battle but he wasn¡¯t good at thinking, but he still wasn¡¯t willing to hand over the throne. With each letter they exchanged, Scholar Ansger would increase the ambitions of Gerald, guiding him along the path Timothy had prepared. When the last letter with the astrological predictions was sent, Timothy secretly returned to the side of the King, informing him that the 1st prince may come to pressure him into abdicating the throne. There was no doubt that once this matter was confirmed, the King would immediately imprison the prince out of rage or even sentence him to death or exile instead. Then, King Wimbledon would have to focus on his other children, and when he saw that Garcia was actively developing her military forces, she would inevitably become a second eyesore for him. But ¡­ who could have thought that when Timothy had revealed the news, the King would only smile, pull out his personal dagger and directly stab himself in his chest! Everything happened so quickly that Timothy had no chance to intervene, he could only watch his father die. He slowly sat down beside the bed. In the first moments after the incident he thought that this was all an illusion. His father¡¯s final smile was just like a nightmare, causing his hair to stand on end. Timothy went through the whole thing over and over again, even inspecting his father¡¯s body, but he still couldn¡¯t find a single clue as to why his father had killed himself. He also thought about the idea that it was simply a double, but he couldn¡¯t find any flaws in the situation in front of him. Even the remnants of his father¡¯s old wounds were exactly the same as he remembered. Seeing that Gerald had arrived to meet the king, he calmed down. With this he could push the blame for King Wimbledon III¡¯s death onto the 1st Prince, and then he could use his own identity as the 2nd Prince to inherit the throne. After a smooth coronation, he would no longer be restricted to his own territory. Then, he could mobilize forces throughout the whole Kingdom to pressure Garcia, forcing her to give up the Harbor of Clear Water. It seemed that the ending was better than it could have been, but Timothy still felt deeply uneasy ¡­ As if he was led by an invisible hand, who was already able to control the war of Graycastle¡¯s upper nobility, but Timothy himself knew nothing about it. However, at the moment he could do nothing else besides claiming the throne, so he had no choice. Timothy Wimbledon swore to himself that if he ever found out who was the cause, he would let them know what happened when they angered a King! Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Market Circulation For the last week, it was fairly calm for Border Town. Iron Axe and Brian both said that the strength and number of the demonic beasts would gradually grow with the progression of the Months of the Demons. So, taking advantage of the situation where the pressure on the line of defence wasn¡¯t strong yet, Roland once again sent a boat with ore to Willow Town. Since the steam engine was put into use for mining in the North Slope Mine, the number of miners had been reduced by half, but the production had steadily improved. Now, it had been restored to the level of production from before the collapse. Using a machine to do the job saved a lot of manpower. Meanwhile, under Roland¡¯s orders the mine production systems had undergone a preliminary reform. The former fixed payment for each day was changed into a variable pay. He let Barov put together a statistic about last year¡¯s average amount of ore produced daily. With this he could set a standard and everyone who mined more could increase their pay. An increased number of gemstones would result in a big reward. This move effectively increased the workers¡¯ enthusiasm for mining, so the mine became a bustling area. Roland naturally wanted to do more with his ore, now that he had more ore in hand. In addition to the plan to put a second steam engine into production, he also intended to manufacture a number of manual lathes. This lathe can be seen as something historical, it was commonly seen as an essential machine for implementing other tools. The anvil can be regarded as the most primitive tool ¨C it was used for manual fixing and creating. It was better used to create, because using it to fix was really too inconvenient, thereupon people would often try to fasten their product or place it in a recess on a table to fix their processed parts. For example, the early matchlock and flintlock gun barrels were placed into a recess on the anvil to be pounded out by hand. Later, manual creation became too slow to meet demand, so they needed tools to increase production speed. The lathe could be used according to different purposes, the tools could be fixed according to each need, and the manual and machine processing could be used together. So, the lathe could effectively improve the strength of pure manual labor and could be changed for every weak point. Roland also considered a manual milling machine. Although the milling machine had various functions, he wanted to mainly use it in order to process involute gears, so its architecture could also be simplified correspondingly. With a slot for a fixed tooth plate and a rotatable steel disc, customized cutting gear could be easily manufactured with Anna¡¯s help ¨C by grinding off and polishing the top layer after it got heated to a red hot state, erasing the slag on the iron, and then immersing it water to harden it, it would become a highly rigid custom disc. After the key problems were solved, Roland immediately gave Carter the order to hire two carpenters, who would build him a milling machine. Meanwhile, Anna continued to manufacture other metal parts in the castle backyard. Roland had to say, that with Anna¡¯s help, metal processing had become as easy as forming clay, especially after she had mastered the retrieval of her flame. At the moment she was pretreating small items, forming their rough shapes within her hands. Seeing Anna take an iron ingot in her hand, melt it without further help and shape it into the form she wanted caused Roland to sigh in wonder. If he hadn¡¯t been able to employ a witch, Roland thought, achieving his production program would be delayed by more than a decade. Two days later, the first simple milling machine appeared in the backyard. This time Roland wasn¡¯t idle, drawing the gears could be regarded as his job. He designed a set of gears to be used for speed control and stabilizing the steam output. The corresponding tooth plate¡¯s design was already normed, and Roland could only wait until the milling machine was completely assembled before they could start with the production of the gears. Using gears wasn¡¯t a new thing, most of the mines in this world used a winch mechanism to drain the water, which was built out of wooden gears and pulled by animals. The Chief Knight finally felt satisfied ¨C last time, His Highness had done so many unfathomable things, but this time he could understand what the Prince tried to achieve. Roland also gathered three blacksmiths with their apprentices, who would learn how to use the milling machine together. After all, he could not personally operate the machine every day, so it was necessary to train a group of professional workers. After everyone respectfully bowed, Roland began to demonstrate how to use the milling machine to process the gears. Roland didn¡¯t mind acting as a teacher in front of everyone. In fact, what else could one do in this era? Plus, while doing this there was no one who could criticize his manners, so he could operate the machine without any pressure. The Chief Knight was in charge of pouring hot lard into the machine as lubrication ¨C naturally in this age there were no oil lubricants. Replacing it with lard was a bit of a waste, but it was still better than nothing. After drenching the disc, the lard would fall into a pot which was placed under the machine. With this, the lard could be reused several times. Roland first placed the lower milling stone in accordance with the design he had engraved beforehand. Then, he set the tooth gear above it so that the tooth gear, the milling stone, and a wooden wheel were in one line. The wooden wheel was driven by a pedal and it¡¯s power was transmitted to the lower millstone by a leather belt. Then, he put his hands down to gently stabilize the disc handle, until the lower millstone and the slowly-moving tooth gear were at a 90¡ã angle. Because the material of the tooth disc was iron and the lower millstone was out of steel, cutting out the teeth marks was not very difficult. Due to the hot lard the yard was soon filled with a tasty smell, but because the blacksmiths and their apprentices hadn¡¯t had meat in a long time, they had to swallow their saliva when smelling it. After the demonstration, the contract was soon signed. Border Town¡¯s commerce was still in the initial phase, but calling it an industry was out of the question. No matter if it were the steam engine or the lathe, there would be no phenomenon where the people would run to the store, striving to be first or fearing to be the last to buy them. In this day and age, most people were not aware of the enormous significance they represented, as well as the potential commercial value they possessed. As such, Roland could only take the initiative to promote the use of these machines. Roland specifically wrote in the contract that the blacksmiths who used the milling machine were required to process at least one set of gears each week. The required materials would be provided by the castle and the processing cost was set at 10 silver royals. At the same time, the blacksmiths had to pay a weekly fee of 2 gold royals. The milling machine was not given to them for use free of charge, but was rented out to them instead. After entering the Months of the Demons, the blacksmiths would usually have a lot less to do. So, this time when they had the chance to make money and it was even under an order from His Highness, there was naturally no blacksmith who had any objections. Meanwhile, Roland told them that this was only the first milling machine. In the future he would produce several, one after another, and if they were interested in one, they could apply for it in the Town Hall. ¡°Your Highness, why didn¡¯t you directly write a processing fee of 8 silver royals in the contract?¡± asked Carter, puzzled, after the blacksmiths had left the backyard. ¡°Although these two figures are the same, they don¡¯t contain the same meaning,¡± Roland explained, ¡°This is probably Border Town¡¯s first commercial leasing contract, so I had to set an industry norm.¡± The Chief Knight rubbed his forehead. The 4th Prince seemed to be talking rubbish once more, but Carter was already used to it. As long as he pretended to listen carefully, His Highness would continue to explain it. ¡°A good beginning is always important in order to form a virtuous circle. I am the only one who currently needs to buy the gears, so I have to provide the tools while they provide the manpower. They will also get paid. In the future when there are others who have a demand for gears, they will realize that having their own tools will be better than renting the machine and earning the remuneration provided.¡± When Roland spoke up to here, he paused for a moment and then said, ¡°In this way, when they see something new, they can first rent the machine and decide later if the market is big enough for buying their own machine, and if not they will just continue renting the machine. This is a virtuous circle.¡± Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Assembly While Roland, full of interest, was talking about implementing a fair trading system, the sound of distant horns could be heard! The patrol team would only blow the horn in the case that they couldn¡¯t cope with the current situation, alerting the town to assemble soldiers. Roland and Carter looked at each other surprised, and then immediately walked out of the castle backyard, where the guards already had already prepared horses. Roland directly mounted his horse and rode with Carter and his men in the direction of the walls. When they arrived at the wall, they saw that all members of the militia had already climbed up the wall and had taken their places, setting up a forest of pikes. Seeing this gave Roland a feeling of relief ¨C the eggs hadn¡¯t been a waste after all. Looking North-West, Roland could see a group of black shadows approaching Border Town. He reckoned that their numbers were over twenty. Iron Axe left his defending position and trotted over. After giving a salute he said, ¡°Your Highness, this group of demonic beasts nearing us seem to be slightly strange.¡± ¡°Strange? Are you saying that they would normally not act as a group?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not it,¡± Iron Axe explained, ¡°if they were to pack animals before the fall, then they would still retain that habit ¨C such as the wolf species. But this kind of species doesn¡¯t belong to this kind, they normally wouldn¡¯t act this way, they seem to be on a mission. Earlier the hunters had already seen the beasts killing each other.¡± The demonic beasts were only a mutation of their former kind, their actions would mostly be similar to their original habits, but at the same time their desires would become stronger. In a sense, the intelligence of a demonic beast was lower than that of a wild animal, because of their manic temper they even crossed dangerous areas that they would normally never cross. Roland carefully observed the group of demonic beasts. He could see really big and small beasts and could distinguish at least two different kind of beasts, one kind wolf and the other bison. Species which would normally kill each other had suddenly learnt that they had to work together to accomplish something. Because they still had to pass through some obstacles and traps set up by Iron Axe, they slowly crowded together in front of the center of the city wall. Van¡¯er felt his hands become damp with sweat, his grip holding the pike had become somewhat slippery. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking at him, he secretly wiped his hands on his clothes. The Hunter Captain repeatedly said, ¡°You have to relax; take deep breaths.¡± Van¡¯er repeatedly tried to do this but still could not stop his accelerated heartbeat. He had already lived in the West for more than a decade, and he had always heard of the evil doings of the demonic beasts. Since the beginning of the Months of the Demons, the occasionally arriving demonic beasts were all shot down by the hunter squads, so he slowly lost his fear of the demonic beasts. He even thought of himself as a brave and battle-hardened soldier, but today, facing so many demonic beasts for the first time, Van¡¯er¡¯s legs still trembled. He reminded himself that he was chosen by His Highness as a vice captain, so Van¡¯er tried to show a calm appearance, and kept the defense position. The group of demonic beasts was now close enough that he could make out their appearances. Running in the front was one demonic beast of the bison species. On its head it had two arm-thick horns, it looked just like a black ram. The hair growing on its back seemed to cover it tightly like a cloak. When it was only thirty feet away from the wall, Van¡¯er could feel the ground trembling. He licked his dry lips, and waited for the Captain to issue the command to thrust. Then a loud bang could be heard. The bison demonic beast actually didn¡¯t reduce its speed, but hit its head straight against the wall, totally crushing its head and splashing black blood everywhere, painting the wall black. Van¡¯er didn¡¯t even have the time to breathe, the bison was immediately followed by two wolves which jumped up off of the dead bison¡¯s back. ¡°Thrust out!¡± Hearing the Captain¡¯s command, Van¡¯er subconsciously thrust out with his pike ¨C even though the wolf species wasn¡¯t rushing toward him. The effect of this thrust was clearly not as good as their thrusts during their training. Some thrust their pikes many times in succession, and some people who saw the wolves jump thrust their pikes only once, while others did not react for a long time even after hearing the command. As a result, only one wolf was driven back and the other jumped through a gap in the pike forest and landed on the wall. ¡°Keep the formation!¡± yelled the Captain once more. Although Van¡¯er would have liked to turn into a bird and look at the situation where the wolf had jumped on the wall, Iron Axe had emphasized many times during their training that when something broke through and came behind the front row, taking their attention, the front would turn into the most dangerous area. So he stared straight at the next group of attacking beasts with his eyes, and gripped the pike as strongly as he could. The elite hunter squad was clearly better trained than the normal militia. Even before the wolf had landed, the hunters had already pulled out their cutlasses. Iron Axe was the quickest of all. He jumped directly in front of the wolf, only one step away, raised the butt of his gun, and firmly smashed it on the wolf¡¯s waist, hitting the wolf when it was still in the air so that it span many times in the air. Whether it was the strength or the defense, after the demonic beasts¡¯ mutation both were significantly improved. Such an attack clearly had not caused too much damage to it. The wolf could still stand up immediately after its crash, and bare its sharp teeth. Unfortunately for the wolf, Iron Axe¡¯s muzzle had already arrived at its head. Bang! ¨C the demonic beast¡¯s skull exploded and its brain matter flew everywhere. Without its brain, the wolf took one frail step backwards and collapsed while twitching. ¡°The beast is dead, continue to hold your positions!¡± ¡°My stomach ah -!¡± Someone loudly screamed in despair. Van¡¯er could see it in his peripheral vision. He saw a comrade leaning against the wall, tightly clutching his stomach, with blood-stained hands. ¡°His intestines are flowing out.¡± ¡°The other wolf had rushed the wall up again and had clawed directly at him!¡± ¡°Help me ¡­¡± ¡°Damn, someone take out some cloth to press down on the wound!¡± It was a chaotic scene, other demonic beasts, like a wild boar, also rushed towards the wall. Despite its rough skin and flesh, the boar was so close that it had become a hedgehog due to the crossbow arrows shot by the hunters. ¡°Everybody don¡¯t panic!¡± Roland thought, If Nightingale were here, she could have saved them from some trouble. Then he shouted, ¡°Have you already forgotten what you learned during your training? How do you treat injured people? Handle it according the regulations!¡± Hearing the prince¡¯s shout, Van¡¯er immediately woke up and remembered his duty. As a Vice Captain responsible for a segment of the wall¡¯s defense he was responsible for organizing a rescue whenever someone was injured. He ordered two of his subordinates, ¡°You two, hurry and carry him towards the medical center, quickly!¡± According to their previous experiences, the subordinates belived that this person would not survive. However, His Royal Highness had once said, it¡¯s one thing to do something and not be successful, but doing nothing is forbidden! As a Vice Captain of the militia, Van¡¯er needed to give priority to the implementation of orders and regulations. When the wounded comrade was carried away, order was finally restored on the wall. This wave of demonic beasts was seemingly large, but only a few could threaten the members of the militia on the wall. The hunters shot the rest of the demonic beasts down one by one. Seeing this, Van¡¯er could finally breathe relieved. Even though the whole battle had only lasted half an hour, he felt empty, and had no strength left. However, at this moment, the person responsible for lookout of the demonic beasts shouted again, ¡°My God, what is that ¡­?!¡± Van¡¯er could also see the new beasts. Although it was still a long distance away from the wall, its outline was still clearly visible. This beast was really a monster! Van¡¯er swore, even if ten oxen were piled up in front of this monster, they couldn¡¯t compare. Only the experienced Iron Axe could immediately identify the newcomer. He had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. There was no doubt that this was a hybrid species, the militia was in trouble. Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Mixed Species Roland rubbed his eyes in disbelief, what the hell was this? Was this still within the scope of the biological variability of a demonic beast? What he saw was hard to describe with words, even monsters in horror films were not this absurd. From afar, it looked like a giant turtle with two heads, but from close up, it was actually two wolf heads. Roland thought, was this a test specimen from Dr. Frankenstein? It was almost as tall as the city walls, its body was 7 yards long, and it had a total of six legs which were stumpy and shaped like a rhinoceros¡¯ legs. However, one foot was the size of at least one adult torso. The head ¡­ unlike the two-headed monsters in various monster films, they weren¡¯t yelling at each other, biting each other, or trying to show who was the boss. Instead, they were just hanging down, and their eyes had a wooden glaze . It was like a zombie which was brainlessly moving forward. However, the demonic beast¡¯s most striking feature was the shell on its back. The shell¡¯s surface was dark-brown and covered with algae, and it had a special hardness. It was just like a turtle shell, covering the turtle from the front to the back. If this monster could also shrink back into its shell like a turtle, it would be really hard to get rid of it. However, Roland didn¡¯t worry, a demonic beast this big had to be slow, so it was destined to be a target. Even if the firearms couldn¡¯t penetrate its shell, it was still possible to shoot the heads that were sticking out. If it intended to hide in its shell, then they would have to turn it upside down with explosives. ¡°Your Highness, this is a hybrid species,¡± Iron Axe nervously leaned over and explained, ¡°Now I can understand why the demonic beasts of different species work together. They seem to be under the control of the hybrid demonic beast.¡± So it was like a lion which commanded sheep? Roland nodded. ¡°So this is a completely different beast than the one you met last time?¡± ¡°It is also my first time seeing this kind of hybrid species. Although it looks bizzare, you can¡¯t get careless. As long as it¡¯s a mixed species, it will always be hard to deal with it.¡± ¡°It will soon enter the range of our archers, so try to first kill it with bows and crossbows.¡± ordered Roland. At this moment, since it was still lightly snowing and a strong wind was blowing from the North, the weather wasn¡¯t suitable for archery. However, two hunters of Iron Axe¡¯s personal squad were still confident that they could kill the beast. They climbed up the watchtower, tested the wind and then fired their arrows into the air. The two arrows seemed like they had grown eyes. They rose to the highest point and then, under the influence of wind and gravity, fell at an almost vertical angle onto their target. Just as envisioned, the arrows bounced off the shell. In Roland¡¯s brain it even sounded like a ricochet. Seeing this, the hunters hurriedly inserted their next arrow on their strings, and let loose a second wave. Finally, this volley received a result. This time, the impact area was in the front part of the monster, so one arrow precisely entered into the head of a wolf while the other arrow was entered the neck of the other head. However, the demonic beasts didn¡¯t roar in anger or speed up its charge, it just stopped for a short pause, tucked its head into its shell and then continued to slowly move forward. This change left everyone stunned. With this the demonic beasts just looked like a tank, its body was as low as possible above the ground so that even a better shooter wouldn¡¯t be able to land an arrow. ¡°Take your guns,¡± Roland ordered. Now, the target was only fifty feet away from the wall. Even if the guns weren¡¯t carved rifled flintlocks, he didn¡¯t worry that they would miss. Carter and Iron Axe immediately went near the edge of the wall, laid the barrels of their guns on the horizontal frame of the wall, aimed, and fired. While a burst of white smoke was drifting away from the rifles, Roland could clearly see the bullet hitting the shell and splitting away some debris, even opening a small hole within the shell. However, the mixed species seemed to be unaffected, as it continued to maintain its original speed. It seemed that this layer of armor belonged to the strength category of biological carbon¡¯s intensity, thought Roland. Unfortunately, the lead balls were still too soft, so they were easily deformed and were not suitable to penetrate thick armor. So, those four rifles alone to break the mixed species¡¯ armor was quite unrealistic, so the only option left was to use explosives. Iron Axe agreed with the Prince¡¯s judgement, he immediately ordered his deputy to get the explosives as fast as possible, because the demonic beast had already reached the walls. They didn¡¯t feel the earth tremble like it did when the demonic beast stomped toward the wall.. Instead, it unexpectedly began to smash its shell against the wall again and again, just like a high-frequency rotary hammer. Suddenly, stone chips began to fly everywhere and a number of cracks spread along the bound cement at a rapid speed. Rough walls were highly resistant to compression, but the tensile and shear resistance performance of the walls were very poor. That meant that the wall¡¯s ability to withstand the shock of vibration was almost zero. The people standing on the walls could feel a strong vibration, and soon, a shrill sound of friction was delivered to the ears of all the people standing on the wall. With this, the wall had begun to give up under the mixed species¡¯ attack. However, its impact hadn¡¯t stopped. Instead, it started to move again, and soon the whole front half of the beast¡¯s body was embedded into the walls. The militia standing on the part of the wall with the cracks had already fled, and the invisible Nightingale grabbed Roland by his waist and jumped down with him from the top of the wall ¨C if at this moment someone was staring at the prince, he would see the prince¡¯s feet hanging above the floor, just like a ghost. When Van¡¯er arrived carefully carrying a package of explosives, he was surprised to see that there was already a nine foot-wide hole within the wall, and the demonic beast had already stepped through the wall but was still maintaining its previous speed of slowly moving forwards. ¡°Hurry!¡± Iron Axe shouted, ¡°light it and put it at the foot of the demonic beast!¡± Although Van¡¯er¡¯s hand were shaking, his mind unexpectedly became clear and every detail of his training with the explosives emerged within his mind. It was a different version of explosives than used during the training. To reduce costs, the explosive was now placed inside a wooden box filled with debris from the mine. At the same time, the ignition design was also optimized, it used a flint and copper wire type ignition. If this failed, the kit also contained normal ignition leads. He hurried to tear away the oilcloth and opened the bag, where he then got to see a copper string. When he exhausted all of his body¡¯s strength to pull the string, he could hear a sizzling sound coming out from the box and white smoke began to rise up ¨C this was the sign of a successful ignition. To slow down the burning time, the lead wire was soaked in salt, only needing the time of 10 breaths to explode. When Van¡¯er saw white smoke rising up from the box, his world turned quiet around him. He had already witnessed the power of this thing, if it exploded in his hands, he was afraid that not even any pieces of his own body would be left. Nine breaths. Van¡¯er could hear his own heartbeat, as if it wanted to give him a countdown. Step by step, he went in front of the demonic beast, placing explosives under the beast. Five breaths. Now that it had built up so much pressure, nothing could stop the explosion now. Three breaths. Van¡¯er turned and ran. Two breaths. Once breaths ¨C he could only hear a muffled sound. Van¡¯er felt the shockwave and the world became noisy again. He turned around and could see a lot of white blasted up from under the shell ¨C that was the snow shot into the air from the explosives, at first glance it looked like a diffused misty flower. The demonic beast finally stopped, but before it fell, it crashed into the ground, as if it couldn¡¯t afford to hold up its heavy carapace any longer. Then, black blood surged out from under the carapace, soaking the ground around it. ¡°Oh oh oh -!¡± Seeing this, the crowd suddenly burst out in cheers. Van¡¯er fell down to the ground, only now discovering that his clothes were soaked with sweat. It was finally over. When everyone thought this, the sound of the horn resounded throughout Border Town again. Once more, a horde of demonic beasts was marching toward Border Town, trying to destroy it. Chapter 50 ¡°Do you feel better now?¡± Anna patted Nana on her back to comfort her. Anna¡¯s stomach was also turned upside down, but in the end she was still able to swallow it down. When the wounded man was carried in, he was still conscious and was constantly repeating, ¡°Help me, help me ¡­¡± seeing the expression of despair and begging within his eyes left the people around him feeling heartbroken. Seeing the man¡¯s intestines hanging outside from his belly, Nana couldn¡¯t hold back and threw up. Even so, she still insisted on treating him. After placing the intestines back into the belly of the patient, Nana laid her hands above the wound, closed her eyes and began to heal the patient¡¯s wounds. ¡°Ah ¡­¡± After the healing Nana let out an exhausted sigh, leaned against Anna¡¯s shoulder and whispered, ¡°Today was the first time that the horn was blown, do you think that His Highness is alright?¡± ¡°I do not know,¡± Anna shook her head, she wanted to go over there to see the situation at the walls with her own eyes, afraid that Roland could be in trouble. She was even a little envious of Nightingale, her ability to act without being noticed was very convenient. At this moment, a booming sound could be heard from the direction of the wall and everyone could feel the earth slightly trembling. Brian jumped off from the bed he was sitting on and began walking somewhat restlessly through the room. ¡°Young man, you have to relax.¡± said Sir Pine, while calmly wiping his sword, ¡°A knight isn¡¯t allowed to lose his cool before he enters a battle, this will only make bad things worse. Moreover, this situation is still far from bad.¡± ¡°I¡¯m very sorry, Sir,¡± replied Brian, ashamed, ¡°I just thought that there had to be a desperate battle on the wall, but I¡¯m here, wasting my time, so I find it difficult to feel at ease. After all, it is my duty to defend the town.¡± ¡°Perhaps.¡± Sir Pine shrugged his shoulders, ¡°But it¡¯s not your responsibility to guard the town. After you heard that His Highness will canonize you as a knight after winter, you should first understand that the first principle of the Knight is allegiance. Now, he needs you to protect Anna, so now your responsibility is here. ¡° ¡°You ¡­ when you put it like this,¡± for a moment Brian hesitated but then he seated himself on the bed again again. But soon they heard the horn blow a second time ¨C it was even more rapid than the first time. It just felt like thunder would roll over everyone¡¯s heart. Sir Pine frowned. ¡°Anna!¡± Exclaimed Nana, shocked. Sir Pine turned around and saw that the witch was running directly toward the door. Brian immediately went to catch up with her, placing himself in front of her. ¡°You said you want to guard the walls? Now is your time,¡± said Anna in a calm and autocratic voice, ¡°as long as you follow me on my way to the wall, you will not be contradicting His Royal Highness¡¯ command.¡± Hearing this, Brian was really shocked, but he raised his head to look quizzically toward Sir Pine. What an amazing girl, thought the Baron, there was nothing wrong with what she said. In addition, His Highness does not require her to stay in the medical school. He had also heard from Nana that Anna could summon flames. So if the current situation was really tight, letting a witch join the battle would maybe be the deciding factor in reversing the situation. Coming to this conclusion, he nodded, ¡°Protect her well!¡± ¡°Yes Sir!¡± Brian yelled loudly and suddenly felt his blood burning. Seeing the two leave, Nana asked, ¡°Father, will you not go with them?¡± ¡°My battle is here, at your side, my good girl,¡± said the Baron with a smile, ¡°Whether it be the demonic beasts or the devil himself, I will never let any of them hurt you!¡± The distance between the Medical Center and the wall wasn¡¯t far, so Anna and Brian could trot all the way along the stone path toward the east wall. When the two were finally close enough to see the outline of the wall around the central watchtower, they saw that the situation has become very problematic. A great hole was opened within the wall. Roland was being shielded by his personal guards, but several people were still on their way down. A demonic beast shaped like a bear came sprinting towards the militia. It was unstoppable, and when it hit the soldiers stationed at the front they were all sent flying. When someone saw Anna with her strange attire running towards them the person yelled at her, ¡°Hey, it¡¯s dangerous here, you have to leave immediately!¡± Anna turned a deaf ear towards him and went directly towards the hole instead. After the demonic beast had fought its way through the militia, it turned around and rushed towards Anna. Brian stepped beside Anna, ready to protect her. He lowered his body and slashed out with his sword ¨C but the crazy demonic beast had no intention to dodge, and hit the edge of the sword with its front legs. The sword was immediately sent flying, but at the same time, the momentum was so strong that the beast¡¯s front legs were cut open, and were even broken. It rolled around on the ground, screaming and looking like a dehydrated fish that was struggling to breathe. No one dared to come near it because they were afraid of getting hit. However, Anna walked beside the demonic beast, put both of her hands on the ground, and suddenly the demonic beast burst into flames. The beast turned into a ball of coal. When flames suddenly erupted within the crowd, Roland saw that Anna personally had come. He was immediately bathed in cold sweat. I hadn¡¯t planned for you to show yourself like this! He had originally intended to let Nana lay down the groundwork. After most people had accepted the presence of a witch, he had planned to announce Anna¡¯s presence in public. However, now every previously made plan was destroyed, so he immediately turned and said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me, go and protect her!¡± Anna must not be lost. She was an important figure in the industrial development of his town, so if she were injured it would bring an immeasurable loss. ¡°I know,¡± said Nightingale, ¡°But please also pay attention to your own safety.¡± Anna went to the front walls with the fracture. When Roland¡¯s guards saw the girl in strange clothes coming towards them, they immediately stepped aside and let her through. Now, she stood among the soldiers, and spread her arms wide to shield them. Sending vines of flame from her hands, she let them climb up the wall along the destroyed section. Everyone¡¯s mouths were gaping open when they saw this scene. They dared not to believe their eyes when they saw a wall of flames rising up and slowly filling the gap in the wall. This wasn¡¯t an illusion. All of the guards had to step back because of the high temperature. The surrounding snow was rapidly melting, and formed clouds of white mist which then rose up. The demonic beasts also feared the flames. They immediately fled to the sides, and only occasionally one or two of them would try to break through the wall of fire, but no demonic beasts could step through the wall of flames. ¡°Everyone get back on the walls!¡± Roland loudly shouted, trying to grasp the opportunity, ¡°Get back into the formation! Hunter squad, fire at will!¡± Then, he himself grabbed Carter¡¯s gun, laid it on the wall, and began to shoot down the demonic beasts. Seeing the Prince himself attack motivated all the people present. After all, in this age, seeing nobility or the Royal Family taking the lead role and fighting alongside the militia was seldom seen, so seeing this greatly enhanced the morale. The crowd began to chant the slogan, ¡°Guard Border Town! Fight for the Prince!¡± while at the same time maintaining the line of the defense and holding their formation. The fighting continued until the sky begun to get dark. Only then were all the demonic beasts in front of the wall killed. Slowly, the wall of flames began to disperse and Anna, totally exhausted, wiped the sweat off her forehead. Then, Roland saw an incredible scene. Roland¡¯s personal guards laid their fists on their heart, and bowed in the direction of Anna. Then the militia, as if they were infected by the mood of the guards, also gave their salute. Incredibly, no one shouted or cursed her with evil words, they only watched her silently. After the war, all of Border Town was quiet. Seeing a kind of incredible power which was never seen before for the first time was indeed terrifying, but this power was used in their favor. When seeing it used for the confrontation with their greatest enemies, their fear gradually disappeared, replaced by trust and gratitude. Roland¡¯s heart went crazy while walking towards Anna, but when he was by her side he found her totally pale. She was walking unsteadily, and was on the verge of collapsing. ¡°Are you okay?¡± He worriedly asked her and held her by her shoulder. Anna saw the Prince safe, gave him a forced smile, and then fell down in his arms. Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Her Majesty the Queen Sunlight fell through a narrow window into the room and was reflected as dark red stripes on the wall. There were only a few places within the Kingdom where you could still see the sun, and the Port of Clear Water was one of them. In this place, the Months of the Demons, with its cold wind and strong snowfall, only had a tiny bit of influence. With the exception that the Blacksail-Fleet couldn¡¯t leave the harbor, the entire city was still as busy as usual. The city governor and harbor master Garcia Wimbledon was sitting at her square table under the window, seriously studying the contents of a letter. Her gray hair was caught in the sunset and had a golden touch. Her face produced shadows from the light, adding definition to her facial features and , giving her a unique charm full of heroic spirit. Ryan had been standing by her side for quite a while. Although she had already exceeded her usual time for reading a letter of this length, he still chose to wait quietly for a little longer ¨C he didn¡¯t want to interrupt the silence. Eventually, Garcia sighed softly, put the letter down, and then told him, ¡°My father is dead.¡± Hearing this, Ryan was startled, and he had to ask, ¡°What?¡± ¡°My father, Ali Wimbledon, King of Graycastle.¡± She rarely repeated anything she said, he thought, because when he usually asked her again, she would merely look at him like he hadn¡¯t said anything. However, she really wasn¡¯t kidding, right? The king is really dead? ¡°¡­¡± Ryan opened his mouth, trying to say some comforting words, but in the end he just asked, ¡°How did he die?¡± Fortunately, she didn¡¯t care about this ¨C she was the daughter of the King, the Governor of the Port of Clear Water, and the Commander of the Blacksail Fleet, she didn¡¯t need anyone to comfort her, ¡°The letter says that my brother Gerald killed my father, but he was caught by the guards. He didn¡¯t commit suicide to escape punishment, so in the end he was put to trial by several ministers, there he was sentenced to death by beheading.¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound right,¡± Ryan subconsciously couldn¡¯t believe it. ¡°Of course that isn¡¯t the truth,¡± said Garcia, expressionless, ¡°It¡¯s true that my first brother is a relatively stupid man, but he isn¡¯t so foolish to go on a suicide mission. If no one led him in that direction, he would never do such a thing.¡± ¡°Someone framed him?¡± asked Ryan. ¡°Let me guess ¡­¡± The 3rd Princess closed her eyes and thought for a moment before she answered, ¡°Someone probably put this detailed plan in order, and tempted Gerald by saying that they would help him ¨C bringing people into my father¡¯s courtyard. This must have been arranged by someone in advance, including the eradication, exchange and bribing of the guards. But those aren¡¯t areas where Gerald has his strong points, since he is just too lazy to arrange something like this. The rest would be simple, it was only important to acquire a person who had Gerald¡¯s trust, but would still betray him in the end.¡± Ryan could add nothing. After all, these were only guesses. What truly happened was not important, the important part was only the result. He believed that this was also the thought of the 3rd Princess. Sure enough, Garcia opened her eyes and continued, ¡°I am 90% sure that it wasn¡¯t the 1st Prince, he was a person who only knew brute force. His brain is one big muscle so it was regular that he was fooled. Only ¡­ ¡°when saying this, her voice had some spunk,¡± my 2nd brother would be this cruel. ¡° ¡°You mean Timothy Wimbledon was the true culprit?¡± ¡°Apart from him, who else would know so much about Gerald? Also after this matter, he is the person with the greatest gains.¡± while speaking, Garcia was unconsciously tapping her finger on the table, ¡°Even a blind person can see this! But he was father¡¯s favorite, so he really didn¡¯t need to do this!¡± Her Highness was truly angry, Ryan realized. Seeing the Princess this heated up was truly rare. It seems that even though she had been complaining that her father was too eccentric, in the end she still didn¡¯t want to see her father dying like this. Ryan was able to understand this feeling, more or less. In a large family, the younger generation would always have such a feeling towards the master of the house ¨C a mountain they would have to surpass, both revering and hating him. If she was right and this was truly planned by the second prince, then his actions could indeed be considered bloody and cruel. ¡°But he ¡­ Why would he do this?¡± ¡°Because he was afraid of me,¡± Garcia took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions, ¡°he is afraid of my Blacksail Fleet.¡± Realizing that Ryan wouldn¡¯t answer, she continued to explain, ¡°Timothy seems to have a spy in our city, which in itself isn¡¯t surprising, I myself also have arranged eyes and ears in Valencia. When he discovered the existence of my Blacksail Fleet it became easy for him to imagine what I would do later. Valencia isn¡¯t able to support an army that is capable of facing my fleet. So, he came to the conclusion to use Gerald as bait to get what he wanted.¡± ¡°So you mean, he wants an army?¡± ¡°He wants the throne,¡± said Garcia, ¡°With my father¡¯s death and now even Gerald¡¯s death, he has become the first heir. I am afraid that he will press the ministers to crown him as fast as possible. Only when he becomes Wimbledon IV will he be able to mobilize all his vassals with their armies. ¡°As she said this she shook her head, ¡°However, as I have already said, as father¡¯s favorite son he really didn¡¯t need to do this!¡± ¡°Wouldn¡¯t that be worse?¡± asked Ryan, worried, ¡°If your 2nd brother gets crowned, won¡¯t he declare the battle for the throne finished and call you and your siblings back? What will you do then?¡± Garcia answered as if she felt it was completely beneath her dignity, ¡°This step would be too straightforward, just because he was our father¡¯s favorite son, it doesn¡¯t mean that he will have the support of the ministers, especially because of his move to kill the former king ¨C although he pushed the murder on Gerald and may be able to fool the civilians, I estimate that it will take a long time until he will be able to grasp full authority in Graycastle. So ¡­ ¡°she looked cunningly at Ryan and said,¡± I have to change my plan a little. ¡° Ryan immediately fell on one knee and said, ¡°I¡¯m willing to serve.¡± Garcia stood up, walked to the window and spoke to Ryan with her back to him, ¡°The first thing he is bound to do after he claims the throne is to deal with me. However, his only possibility to pressure me is to command Joe Kohl, the Duke of the Southern territory. I estimate that the latter will use the king¡¯s mourning period to delay sending out his troops ¨C that old fox has always been reluctant to do business where he would make a loss. At most he will summon his feudatories and send them out to surround Port of Clear Water. ¡°Garcia paused slightly and then spoke further, ¡°However, this move will give us unnecessary trouble, so we will set sail tomorrow. ¡° ¡°Sail? Your Highness, don¡¯t tell me you want to ¡­¡± ¡°Eagle City lies more inland and is almost undefended. We can reach the Town of Clear Spring by using the tributary of the Sanwan River, from there we will only need one day to arrive at Eagle City. After we seize Eagle City, the entire Southern territory will be under my control. The situation after Timothy claims the throne will be different than what he thinks it will be. When Timothy wants to know the Duke¡¯s progress but discovers that the whole South is under my control, I really want to see his face.¡± ¡°But, you also said that Wimbledon III just passed away, and following this -¡° ¡°What, do I need to shed some tears first?¡± Garcia turned around, the light of the sunset fell on her body and covered her with a red veil. Her face was hidden in the dark, only her eyes were reflected by the light. The emotion shown within her eyes was as solid as a boulder, Ryan thought. Even if she is angry or feeling regret, she will never show sorrow. Showing sorrow wouldn¡¯t be suitable for a King or Queen. ¡°No, you don¡¯t need to do that,¡± Ryan seriously said. Garcia nodded with satisfaction, ¡°Go and tell the Captain that I want to speak him. Since Timothy was unwilling to wait until the end of the five years, I will not let him down. After I conquer Eagle City, I will declare the independence of the Southern Territory.¡± All this didn¡¯t matter to himself, he thought, Garcia will always find a solution for every possibility. Once she decides on a path for herself, she will walk down the path courageously. This was where her charm laid and was one of the reasons why he followed her. ¡°Yes, Your Highness ¡­ no,¡± Ryan corrected himself, ¡°Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Heart of Fire Roland knocked on the door, and when he heard Nightingale¡¯s response he entered the room. The windows in the room were closed and had thick curtains. They were only open during the early morning and evening to let in fresh air. At any other time the windows were closed to keep the room warm. The only light in the room came from two candles at the end of the bed. The candles burned quietly and threw out many crisscrossing shadows throughout the room. Roland went towards the bed. Seeing that the woman resting on the soft pillows and bedding still had her eyes closed, he sighed softly. ¡°Is Border Town¡¯s defense still holding?¡± asked Nightingale while coming over to Roland and handing him a cup of tea. ¡°At the moment everything is going smoothly,¡± answered Roland while taking a small sip, but then he gave her the cup back, ¡°From that day on, a big group of demonic beasts like last time hasn¡¯t attacked us. Also, all of our injured members of the militia are now healed and back, ready to fight. Their fighting passion has become ¡­ somewhat high.¡± ¡°What is with the damaged part of the city wall?¡± ¡°Karl rolled logs under the carapace of the mixed beast to move it towards the hole in the wall. There, he will use a capstan to get it up and use a wooden frame to hold it upright, making it a part of the city wall,¡± Roland knew that Nightingale was trying to distract him by questioning him, so that he wouldn¡¯t worry himself too much. However, when he stepped into the room, all his attention would always stay on the woman who was lying in bed. If we say that the last time we confronted the large scale invasion we obtained a victory worthy of pride, there is no doubt that the biggest contributor for the victory was Anna. If she hadn¡¯t used her wall of flames to block the gap in the wall, the consequences would really have been unthinkable. However, she hadn¡¯t woken up since she fainted in his arms. ¡°It has already been one week,¡± whispered Roland. Theoretically, if a person laid in a coma for one week without food or water, with no possibility of supplying her with nutrition through external measures ,such as injection, the body¡¯s functions will shut down and the brain will gradually go into shock and die. However, Anna did not have any signs of poor health ¨C in fact her appearance now was better than when she fell into Roland¡¯s arms. Her cheeks were rosy, her breathing was smooth, and when Roland put his hand on her forehead he could feel that she had a normal temperature. Everything showed that Anna was at full health, but ¡­ she wouldn¡¯t wake up. ¡°This is also the first time I have encountered such a situation,¡± Nightingale stood at Roland¡¯s side, shaking her head while explaining, ¡°She depleted all her magic within her body, but now her magic power s already at the point of saturation, even more rich than it has been in the past. If I did not calculate it wrong, today at midnight will be her day of adulthood.¡± ¡°Do you mean she¡¯s going to be an adult while in a coma?¡± ¡°No, she will die while in a coma,¡± Nightingale said bluntly, ¡°You must use your will to overcome the suffering on your day of adulthood. If your resistance is broken, the bite of the witch¡¯s magic power will irreversibly destroy her body.¡± Roland moved a chair next to the bed and sat down, ¡°I remember that you once said that when facing magic backslash, no matter how painful it becomes, you will always stay conscious and clear-headed. Either you will be able to cross this hurdle or you will choose to terminate your life.¡± ¡°Indeed, it is exactly like this. Within the Witch Cooperation Association we also had someone who believed to draw support from being unconscious when passing through the bite of the evil spirit ¡­ only having to bear the torment once a year,¡± Nightingale hesitated but then continued, ¡°she said that she relied on alchemic substances to sleep, but in the end it was meaningless ¡­ when the moment came she was immediately devoured by the magic without any chance to resist.¡± ¡°The pain does not slowly increase?¡± ¡°No. When your time arrives, the pain will strike you just like lightning, but how long you have to resist varies from person to person. My sister was not strong enough, but ¡­¡± she trailed off. Roland understood what she meant, not knowing how long they had to suffer the pain was already a kind of torture in itself, not knowing how long they have to resist ¨C it was similar to being on an abandoned ship in the middle of a heavy storm. It would be easy to let people give up the desire to live on. During the moment of silence, Roland felt a hand on his shoulder. ¡°During my homeless and miserable years, I had seen too much death. I saw witches being treated like cattle, hanged, burned, or tortured to death just for the entertainment of the nobility. The only way for a witch to survive was to live far away from other humans, living a cloistered life. I do not know where the Holy Mountain is located, but in our hearts it is an unattainable paradise.¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice became softer than it had ever been in the past. ¡°but Anna is different. In addition to the help we sisters can give her, I have never seen someone else being so concerned about a witch as you. She is needed by people, she is valued and treated like a normal person ¡­ Your Highness, Anna has not even made it through her adulthood yet, but she has already found her Holy Mountain.¡± However, this was not the outcome Roland had hoped for. He closed his eyes, and recalled the scene when he had meet her. She was barefoot, and was only wearing tattered clothes. She had been living in a cage, but there was not the slightest hint of fear in her face. Her eyes resembled an unpolluted lake surface, clear and calm. She was the flame, but she wasn¡¯t flickering like a flame. Memories began to appear like the pictures on a film reel. ¡°I have satisfied your curiosity, Sir, so can you kill me now?¡± ¡°I have never used my power to hurt someone else.¡± ¡°I just want to stay near you, Your Highness, nothing more.¡± ¡°The Demon¡¯s Bite will never kill me, I will beat it.¡± ¡°Are you dreaming? I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡± ¡­¡­ Roland had to restrain his surging thoughts and whispered, ¡°I will stay here and accompany her until the last moment.¡± ¡°I will also stay ¡­ thank you.¡± After dinner, when Nana heard that Anna would go through her day of adulthood, she insisted on staying. Roland set aside a room for her and her father who would accompany her during the night. Like this, Roland and the two witches were sitting besides the bed, quietly waiting for the approaching midnight hour. Regarding Nightingale and Nana, they would also have to face the Demon¡¯s Bite this winter, but fortunately their magic awakened on different days. Otherwise, the three witches would have to suffer their test of life and death at the same time. Roland estimated that if that was the case he wouldn¡¯t be able to stay calm in the room. The town had no clock tower, so with only the light of the candles, the passage of time became blurred. Cold wind blew against the window, so from time to time they could hear the screeching wind. When Roland felt a trace of weariness attack his heart, Nightingale suddenly said, ¡°It has begun.¡± Only she could see the magic flow within Anna¡¯s body. She saw that it became restless, and the cluster of green flame became unusually rich, but the white incandescence in her center turned dark, while all of the irritable magic converged inward. It seemed to be pulled towards the center while struggling and rolling wildly, but it was of no use. Roland couldn¡¯t see these changes, but he was also aware that something was wrong. The candle flames began to shake, even though no wind was blowing inside the room. The light emitted by the flames got darker, it seemed like all the shadows were swallowed by the flame as it changed its color ¨C the orange-red glow turned into a jade-like green flame. He looked at the woman lying on the bed, but she was still sleeping, without even the slightest changes on her face, as if all this had nothing to do with her. At this point the flame of the candles almost disappeared ¨C but the flame was not extinguished. The green flames were just like phagocytic cells eating up the orange flames, plunging everything into darkness. But soon, the fire was lit up again. However, this time the flame of the candles had turn into a pure green. The three people sitting around the bed were submerged in green light, looking quizzically into each other¡¯s eyes, but in the end no one could understand what was happening. However, at this moment, everyone¡¯s eyes turned towards the bed, they had heard Anna groaning. Anna slowly opened her eyes. ¡°Anna ¡­¡± Roland was shocked, she woke up? Anna blinked a few times to clear her eyes, but then she smiled at him, stretching out with the open palm of her right hand, reaching for the Prince. A mass of green fire was leaping up from her palm, quietly burning. Roland didn¡¯t know why, but he could understand what Anna wanted. He hesitated for only a moment, but then he slowly inserted a finger into the flame. The anticipated burning sensation didn¡¯t come. Instead, it was just like being wrapped up in lukewarm water, it felt soft and warm. Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Heart of Fire (Part 2) The day after Anna woke up, Roland and the others bid Nightingale farewell. ¡°Although the reason why is still unclear, but Anna is probably the first witch who has spent the day of awakening without pain,¡± Nightingale excitedly said before leaving. After Nightingale had followed Roland for a long time, she got used to the term ¡®awakening¡¯ when describing the transformation of witch. ¡°When I come back, I will bring my sisters with me. At that time I hope you will accept us, just as you had accepted Anna.¡± This would be exactly what Roland wished for. With only Anna¡¯s ability he was able to revolutionize the forging process, allowing the town to see the dawn of the industrial age, so what would he be able to do with a bunch of witches? Of course, he also had to take into account safety issues, since crossing the mountains during the Months of the Demons was very dangerous. But apparently, Nightingale was quite eager to bring her sisters back because she said, ¡°During this winter, many of my sisters will have to face this difficult period. If I can bring them the news only a little earlier, I might be able to save at least some of my sisters. Rest assured, normally the demonic beasts aren¡¯t able to find my whereabouts. ¡° Finally, Roland asked, ¡°When do you have to face your day of awakening?¡± Nightingale turned around and mounted her horse, ¡°At the end of winter or early spring.¡± While leaving, Nightingale waved back towards the prince, ¡°Do not worry about me, in the previous years the bite of the demons gotten lighter and lighter for me.¡± This answer gave Roland something to think about. He had already thought about how Anna could survive her day of awakening. After all, Anna said afterwards that she hadn¡¯t felt any pain. This was completely against the Nightingale¡¯s concept ¨C ¡°the power of Witches come from the devil, so the power is contaminated by evil.¡± This could be seen when their blood turned black and flowed out of every pore. Their skin would look burnt, leaving the body in a miserable condition. This was unshakable and irrefutable evidence. However, since the beginning, Roland had thought this was wrong. He rummaged through the memories of the old 4th Prince, but he didn¡¯t find any proof that God or the Devil existed in this world. Since it isn¡¯t a divine power, it shouldn¡¯t be regarded as a standard to distinguish between good and evil. In fact, even if there were gods who would frequently interfere with the mortal world, it was still the believers who choose their own camp. Only then would the gods get their power, rather than vice versa. According to the Nightingale¡¯s description, a witch would gather the magic gathering within her body. However, when the magic had no way to be released, would it damage its own vessel? Roland thought that the possibility of this theory being right was very high. After all, most people who were confronted with hostility and pressure would certainly choose to hide their own abilities, pretending to be normal while hoping to leave the battlefield alive. This would lead to the point where before they reached their adulthood they would rarely have the opportunity to use their magic. Roland certainly did not think that his castle would block the Demon¡¯s Bite. He asked Anna if she had an unbearably painful experience before this. If anything was different during this year, then it was because she came to the castle and was able to use her magic almost every day. So, with Nightingale¡¯s final answer his guess was confirmed ¨C her stealth ability wasn¡¯t very noticeable, so she could even use it often. In addition, she had been forced into training her ability by other people and was forced to use her ability recklessly. Thus, the backfire of her magic power only had little impact on her. When Roland were back in the Castle he immediately started Nana¡¯s enhanced training. If no one was injured while defending the town, she had to treat a variety of small animals. If he was able to confirm his theory with Nana¡¯s help, the significance for the witch community could be described as earth-shaking. The devil¡¯s curse would change into a present of the divine. As long as he could ensure that his territory was a safe haven for witches, endless masses of witches would come to Border Town. He didn¡¯t know how, but after the last attack everything was back on track, without any big waves. Roland began to intensify the production of his steam engine II, but also gave Anna enough time to get familiar with her new capabilities. He built another shack in his backyard, but this time it was cover from the snow. It was used as an experimental area, since he still felt it was safer to build one in his own backyard. Nightingale had previously said that witches, when reaching adulthood, would stabilize their magic power and probably produce new branch capabilities. However, until now he hadn¡¯t seen Anna show any new capabilities, but her control of fire, had become completely differently than before. No, whether or not it could be called a flame was still a question ¡­ Roland thought, the former flame was still in the range to understand with common sense, but now the green flame wasn¡¯t understandable with common sense. He named it ¡°Heart of Fire¡± It could exist away from Anna but at the same time stay influenced by Anna¡¯s will, capable of changing its shape. Just as she was doing it right now ¨C the Heart of Fire was burning on top of an iron panel two yards away from her, swaying lightly back and forth, as if it was saluting her. However, Roland knew that Anna was still controlling it. Normally, the Heart of Fire had a temperature close to one¡¯s body temperature, but when Anna wanted to heat it up, it would instantly raise its temperature to a comparatively higher temperature, changing its color from a jade-like green into darker green. Similarly, it could also turn into a big cluster of flames from a small flame, or even change its movement speed. Unfortunately, it couldn¡¯t be moved too far away from Anna. After repeated testing they discovered that when the flame moved more than five yards away from Anna, it would disappear. Another new future of the Heart of Flame was that Anna could call more than one flame ¨C but until now she had barely been able to operate the two flames simultaneously. Even so, the situation at the wall was described as calm. The demonic beasts would still appear one after another outside the wall, but there was no presence of a mixed species. Without them it was nearly impossible for the demonic beasts to break through. Just like Roland had said, they became stronger and faster, but they were still just beasts. Due to the huge wall length, they had to direct the demonic beasts to the middle section of the wall, so that the militia with only two hundred members could hold the wall. So in addition to his daily routine of patrolling his territory, Roland had plenty of time to spend on construction. He had set aside a site south of the castle, and planned to use it as living area for the arriving witches. As the investor of the project, he appointed Karl as the head of the workers, building a batch of two-story brick houses. At the same time, a reasonable and beautiful layout was considered, allowing easy entrance and exit, and a good drainage system strove to create a well-planned neighborhood. He also considered whether the witches would be distributed to the old areas or only the new urban areas, mixing them with the common inhabitants, but after thinking about it, he gave up the plan. Although this would help accelerate the acceptance of the witches by the normal people, before he could erase all the misunderstandings, the consequences were likely irreparable. After all, the witches only had a certain influence within the militia. In addition, there was also no guarantee that the witches brought by Nightingale were harmless and behaved people ¨C most of them had suffered the pain and suffering of the world, so Roland was afraid that the situation wouldn¡¯t be so easy to summarize. After all, all the witches couldn¡¯t be like Anna and Nana. Also, when the witches lived in one area it would be convenient for collective management. Before they came, Roland had to draw up all the relevant rules and regulations. Until now, Roland had no experience he could refer to, after all, he had neither the personnel nor capacity of the National Security Agency, nor was he the creator the avengers, who knew how to manage a group of people and had the abilities for it! He was without any better option than to press for a basic system used for personnel management by companies, slowly wading through the river by groping for stones. Of course, Roland knew that this program had loopholes, but as a pioneer, what else could he do? Retracing his tail and only staying in Border Town could take decades to be able to touch the threshold of industrialization, but he wasn¡¯t a cultivator, so how could he wait for decades? Wanting to lead this era into the next, being at the forefront of the reform, it was necessary to have a spirit of adventure. Just when he was recording these thoughts on paper, Barov opened the door and walked in. Shaking the snow of his coat and saluting the Prince, he informed him: ¡°Your Highness, a messenger of Longsong Stronghold is coming.¡± Chapter 54 Chapter 54 Bad News Petrov didn¡¯t think that he would visit Border Town again so soon. He had not intended to travel during the cold winter. In particular, he had not intended to leave his warm house when the demonic beasts were ravaging the countryside. However, when Duke Ryan personally gave him the mission to deliver this letter with hot news to the hands of the 4th Prince, he had no way to refuse. He certainly knew the contents of the letter ¨C in fact, the entire aristocracy in the Kingdom of Graycastle were discussing the amazing news: The King of Graycastle had fallen because of murder committed by his eldest son, Gerald Wimbledon. Immediately after the news spread, the 2nd Prince stepped forward, announcing that the Kingdom could not survive without a King. Since he was previously the second in line, he was now the heir and with this would be the next King. However, this behavior wasn¡¯t approved by everyone. It was said that the process of Gerald¡¯s trial was very strange, because during the whole interrogation, the Prince was only seen a few times, but he hadn¡¯t said a single word and his hands were tied tightly. So, most Ministers were hoping to look into the matter thoroughly before deciding who would inherit the throne. It was also rumored that the second son Timothy Wimbledon played a self-guided drama, where he was the real killer and was only placating a sad look, but in truth couldn¡¯t wait to inherit the throne. In the end, the debate about the true culprit was meaningless. Since the 2nd Prince had the full support of the Imperial Prime Minister, he could temporarily take over the position of King, so he was still able to grasp the right to be the Supreme Ruler of Graycastle. At the same time he took over the throne, he issued an order to recall all of his competitors ¨C the battle for the throne was over, so the King¡¯s sons and daughters should return to Graycastle before the end of the winter after receiving the Prince¡¯s edict. Based on the ruling of their conferred territories during the last 6 months, the new King would then be officially canonized. Petrov could clearly detect the urgent mood within the letter. Through this, Timothy Wimbledon could firmly secure the throne. Everything depended on the reaction of the King¡¯s other children. If they behaved and gave up the fight for the throne, and returned to Graycastle, Timothy would naturally become the undisputed Wimbledon IV. All documents sent to Border Town would be transferred through Longsong Stronghold first. When Duke Ryan saw the recall order, his first reaction was to snort disdainfully. The former King was always fair towards the nobles, and gave them lots of freedom, but as for the 2nd Prince, his ascension to the throne by force would need to be incomparably harsh. This could be seen when Gerald was sentenced to death by the guillotine, so now, no one would go back to Graycastle, fearing to get the same treatment. However, in the eyes of the six families of the Longsong Stronghold, this was a well-timed command. Two months ago, Earl Elk set an unauthorized plan into action and made Duke Ryan very unhappy, especially since the plan failed. The Prince¡¯s reaction was very intense, sentencing Dmitry Hill to death by hanging. With this, both sides could be regarded as having an public and acrimonious conflict. Duke Ryan had originally intended to wait until the end of the Months of the Demons so that he would have a free hand to solve the awful problem, but now he had this document. With this, he had a legal option. Roland Wimbledon was called back by the soon-to-be King, so when he left, Border Town would naturally be owned by Duke Ryan again. However, if he didn¡¯t go back to Graycastle, Duke Ryan would be able to send him back by force ¨C everything under the name of the new King¡¯s banner. In the end, the Duke didn¡¯t care which hands the crown would fall to. Thinking of his return to Border Town, Ambassador Petrov naturally didn¡¯t feel very comfortable. Last time, he had vowed that by his next visit he would bring a new trade agreement, but in the end the result was that they were attacked by the Elk Family. Now he was back, bringing bad news once more ¨C whether it was the death of his father Wimbledon III, the new king, or the recall order, Petrov believed that the 4th Prince didn¡¯t want to see any of them. Since the Kingdom of Graycastle laid in the South of the continent, the way to Border Town was smooth sailing because even in winter, the river didn¡¯t freeze. From time to time, Petrov went to the window and took a look outside. During the journey he didn¡¯t see any person dead, starving, or even fleeing, which indicated that Border Town had yet to fall. This made him a little surprised. After all, the last time he had visited, he had seen that the wall had yet to be built. Petrov didn¡¯t have much confidence in them since they were building a stone wall out of mud. Then, an even more surprising situation appeared, he saw a boat with the banner of Willow Town hanging on its mast slowly passing them on the right side of the river ¨C this would usually be a familiar scene, but not during the Months of the Demons! Even when Border Town was fighting with the demonic beasts they were still able to do business? Without transferring all of their mining workers towards defending, how could they withstand the brutal attacks of the monsters?! Three days later, Petrov¡¯s vessel arrived at Border Town¡¯s pier. It was still the same dilapidated wooden dock, but now at its end was wooden shed. After the ship docked, two guards emerged from the shed, staring at the boatmens¡¯ every move. Petrov immediately understood what Roland intended with this arrangement. Obviously, the 4th Prince didn¡¯t want anyone to secretly leave the town by the river. After identification by the guards, someone immediately brought him a horse and then took him to the castle while accompanied by guards. Just like the previous time, Prince Roland Wimbledon met Petrov in the living room. Moreover, although the time was not the regular meal time, the Prince still commanded the attendants to prepare a rich meal. Grilled ham, dried fish slices, an unknown salad prepared with wild herbs, as well as butter, bread, and vegetables that could be seen at any dinner party were prepared. It seemed that the Prince liked to talk business during dinner. While Petrov had such thoughts, his hands did not stop for a single moment. After all, in the last few days he hadn¡¯t had much of a chance for a meal. Even his own Honeysuckle Family, when they had no dinner guests, would basically eat only bread with bacon. After dinner, the dessert was served. During this time, Petrov respectfully handed over the letter. Roland took the letter and opened the wax seal with his dining knife. Out of sight, he rolled out the letter and took a quick glance, then he became stunned. The king was dead? Roland had no feelings for this nominal father at all. Since his crossing over, he had been living in Border Town, so he had never seen his father face to face, let alone that in the 4th Prince¡¯s memories of his father, his father had only blamed and resented him. Because of this, he felt that he was caught in a very embarrassing situation ¨C should he have a sad look on his face? Reading the following contents, he could smell a conspiracy. Wimbledon III was murdered by his eldest son? Under the identity of the new King, the 2nd Prince announced the end of the battle for the throne and immediately ordered all of his siblings back to Graycastle? Roland coughed, and raised his head, just to see Petrov¡¯s apologetic eyes. So, he thought, I¡¯m afraid Duke Ryan will be happy regardless what I do. No matter whether or not I comply to the new King¡¯s orders, both are a dilemma of their own. He didn¡¯t bring the trading agreement, but instead brought a letter of bad news. I think at the moment he feels very sorry. Roland secretly smiled, then folded the letter again, ¡°I got it.¡± ¡°Well, Your Highness, then what are you going to ¡­¡± ¡°Even if I want to go, I will have to wait until the end of the Months of the Demons. Right now in the ice and snow, if I¡¯m gone, then what would the people of Border Town do?¡± If it was someone else, Petrov would certainly say something like, ¡°Do not worry, my Longsong Stronghold will help you to handle this situation properly¡±, or any other diplomatic responses. But in front of the 4th Prince who he had only seen twice, he couldn¡¯t speak carelessly. It was the first time that Petrov loathed his own identity as ambassador. In the end he merely nodded, ¡°I understand; should I pass a reply for you?¡± As an answer, Roland called his attendants to bring over a pen and paper. He wrote a quick reply and then sealed it with wax and his own stamp, and handed it over to Petrov. The latter glanced at the envelope. It was clearly written to Prince Timothy Wimbledon of Graycastle on the cover instead of King Wimbledon IV. Petrov thought, now Roland has made his statement. Chapter 55 Chapter 55 A once in thousand years opportunity Roland opened the door to his office, seeing that Barov was waiting for him. Roland threw the letter towards his assistant minister, then sat himself on his chair, with his feet on his desk. If he had not been in the presence of an outsider, he would hum a ditty. ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s okay to grieve.¡± Barov began to frown while quickly reading the letter .¡±The death of the King is such a tragedy, and he was even murdered by his own son. Thics is really a tragedy, I don¡¯t know what Your Highness should do next.¡± ¡°The trial leading to Gerald¡¯s death was just too strange. I want to wait and see what my elder sister and my younger sister decide to do,¡± Roland said, ¡°but in any case, there are some things we should do in advance, even if we do it only to be on the safe side.¡± Barov looked at the Prince, waiting for him to continue. ¡°Because of the replacement of the King, the next few months or even years can become turbulent, so the first thing we should do is safeguard our loved ones and family members.¡± What was more important was the fact that the 2nd Prince could kidnap these people to threaten them, now, if he wanted to maintain Border Town¡¯s administration and financial affairs functionality, his assistant minister was indispensable. Roland sipped his tea and then continued, ¡°You and Carter, as well as your subordinates should all write them a letter, I will have the guards deliver them while they deliver my response to the King, then they will arrange for them to take shelter in other towns.¡± ¡°Not in Border Town?¡± Barov wasn¡¯t a fool, after twenty years of political experience he immediately understood the prince¡¯s meaning. ¡°No, they won¡¯t come directly to Border Town.¡± Roland didn¡¯t want the other side to use the families of his subordinates to threaten them, and he also didn¡¯t want his subordinates to think the he himself would threaten them with their families, so he chose a compromise. He would first bring them to a more secure town, and after he had a strong foothold in Border Town, they could be migrated. ¡°I understand, I would like to thank Your Highness for your concern.¡± The Assistant Minister spoke while nodding in agreement, which let Roland feel relieved. It seemed that his subordinates were intelligent people who could think for themselves. Roland declared, ¡°Another thing we have to talk about is the ore trade. After the last iron ore trade, we will put a stop to the ore trade and sell only rough stones to Willow Town. I need the iron ore saved for our own usage.¡± ¡°That wouldn¡¯t be good. As a result of that, our revenue would decline, Your Highness.¡± ¡°Yes, but it will not drop too much. Recently the miners found a new deposit of gems, so with this we can make up part of the gap.¡± explained Roland, ¡°And winter isn¡¯t really the time for business, the peddlers hesitate to come trading when they always have to fear an attack of demonic beasts, so we will most likely only have two to three transactions during the next four months. Thus it is obvious to trade rough stones to make up for the less trade, since they are the more cost-effective choice.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Barov accepted the explanation and recorded the orders down. After his Assistant minister had left, Roland called for Carter and told him, ¡°I need to expand the size of the militia, so you will responsible for it and will give out recruitment orders. You will need to quickly evaluate their abilities, and if you find strong members they will be appointed as team captains. You will also implement the same training methods like last time.¡± ¡°Your Highness, if I train them according to those training methods, I am afraid the new team will need a very long time before they can be deployed to the battlefield.¡± ¡°As long as they are stronger than the mob.¡± Roland dismissed his concerns and told him to do what he said. Despite his input, the training level was far away from that of the army. He was afraid that this level of training was only on the level of a college student military training, but sometimes it was only important to have better combat effectiveness compared to their opponents. In addition to fighting against the brainless demonic beasts, most of the time they would fight against a noble¡¯s private army, mercenary soldiers, or if needed, turned into a mixed arm. So as long as they used cross-era weapons and equipment, even an army on the level of college students would be able to cope with it. After Carter left, Roland could not stop himself from laughing. He did not think that such a fortuitous situation would fall into his hands! It was simply like someone sending him charcoral during a snowstorm or handing him a pillow when he was sleepy. Was this bad news for me? Was this a dilemma? Wrong! He didn¡¯t know much about Garcia Wimbledon, but he was sure that she wasn¡¯t a woman who would allow men to trample on her. The 1st Prince was sentenced to death in such a short time, even if there was no insider, she probably wouldn¡¯t easily return to Graycastle only because the 2nd Prince had ordered her. It was the same for himself. He would just stay in Border Town, so someone would be bound to come out ¨C most likely it would be Duke Ryan from Longsong Stronghold, since he was such a restless person. Otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t send someone in this horrible weather during the Months of the Demons, only to deliver the letter to his hands. One day Duke Ryan would want to confront him, since until Roland left Border Town, Ryan could not rest or eat in peace. Choosing to stay in Border Town would be equivalent to defying the new King¡¯s edict. If Roland would only wait until the end of the Months of the Demons, Duke Ryan would in all likelihood, under the name and banner of Timothy Wimbledon, try to teach him a lesson. That was exactly what Roland wanted. If you asked someone what they needed for faster industrialization, the answer would be without doubt people. Large-scale production required a large number of staff devoted to it, after all a lot of people were needed to drive huge machines. In that time the term ¡°sheep ate people¡± came into existence. It described, that when tenant farmers in Britain were thrown off their land to starve so that sheep could graze and produce wool for new mills, turning them into free laborers. The Industrial Age was a cruel time. So long as they unceasingly invested into the education of the laborers they could archive a generous payment. The more developed the industry, the larger would be the population. If Roland had a problem, then it would be Border Towns low population. Border Town had around 2000 inhabitants. Even with the newly invented machines, it was only a small type of workshop. There were not many free laborers, so many projects couldn¡¯t be expanded. But from where should he snatch so many people? Should he buy slaves? Not to mention, he didn¡¯t know from where he could buy so many slaves, adult slaves would cost a lot of money, and they would have little sense of culture. Buying slaves under the age of ten and teach them would take too long, granted that he would allow child labor, so he would have to wait for many years. Recruit talented people? To this borderland, how many people would be attracted to this town? And for them he would need to spend even more than for slaves. Encourage his people to increase the birthrate? Forced marriages? Forget it¡­ He also couldn¡¯t hope to get more people from Longsong Stronghold, the kingdom was in a steady state, so if he tried to lay his hands on the surrounding lords, he would become a joke in the future. For the same reason Duke Ryan didn¡¯t dare to face Roland openly, he could only take actions in secret. But now it was different, after Timothy took over the throne, he would be eager to have all his competitors disappear, all this could be seen from the recall order. Duke Ryan apparently was able to see this point, once the old King was gone, and he had the control over the west border, so if he didn¡¯t try to enforce his rule it would be strange. This was a long-awaited opportunity for Roland. Longsong Stronghold was already for hundreds of years the business center at the west border, with nearly ten thousand residents. But behind the stronghold lay the big cities, without any strong defense. He would just have to beat Duke Ryan, take over the city, and get a large number of freedmen and at the same time he could accumulate a lot of wealth What would be easier than the annexation of the population? What way would be faster to get wealth than to plunder it? This message was just like a beacon to dispel the mist, illuminating the future path of Roland. He definitely would not miss this golden opportunity. Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Between the Mountains Nightingale was slowly moving forward on the mountain path. The path under her feet was only shoulder width. On either side of her was a huge rock wall, separated by ten feet. But between them was a bottomless ravine and the shoulder wide path she was walking on, so directly next to Nightingale¡¯s feet was a steep cliff and a huge wall out of rock. When she looked into the deep ravine she could only see darkness. While traveling on her shoulder wide path, Nightingale was always carefully leaning on the rock wall next to her, trying to avoid losing her footing and falling into the ravine. When she looked up, only a thin shimmer could be seen from the sky, like a silver thread hanging in the night sky. However, she knew that it was just a little after noon ¨C even during the day, she still needed to hold a torch. The light coming down the cliff was not sufficient enough to illuminate the road ahead. Walking on this path for a long time even gave birth to the illusion that she was walking in the mountains. The only advantage here was that not much would fall down the gorge, despite the cold wind whistling through the mountains and lifting up the fallen snow.. Occasionally there were a few natural snowflakes that fell on her head from, and landed on the mountain walls or on the trail, turning into water vapor. Down here, the temperature wasn¡¯t the same as it was in the outside world, occasionally she could see the hot air rising up from below the cliff. If it weren¡¯t like this, she wouldn¡¯t dare to pass the Impassable Mountains during the Months of the Demons. She could hide herself in her own world of fog, but there, it would be still the same temperature. If she were to brave her way through the snow, she estimated that she would freeze to death after an hour of walking. Nightingale didn¡¯t want to spend an extra minute down here ¨C she could always feel something in the dark, always watching her, making her blood run cold. If she could, Nightingale would stay in the fog the whole way, but it was a pity that her strength wasn¡¯t enough to do that. When she used her ability for a long time, she would quickly become exhausted. Nightingale raised the torch and let it illuminate the opposite cliff. In the faint firelight, she could occasionally see dark shadows on the walls. Nightingale knew that those were caves, which were so deep that light couldn¡¯t reach the end of each cave. They looked like orbs of darkness. But on the other side, nearly at the same position, was also a deep hole. It reminded her of the North Slope Mine¡¯s rumors, which said that the mine used to be a monster¡¯s underground lair, with many forks in the road that extended in all directions, dug out by monsters. The Northern slope was part of the mountain range, but it was so far and wide with so many caves, who could say that the caves weren¡¯t connected to the mine? The idea made her shiver. To the West of the Impassable Mountain range was the abandoned barbarian wasteland. It was known that the Impassable Mountain range extended for several hundreds of miles, with countless undiscovered caves. Nightingale was afraid that this wasteland could give birth to countless monsters. She did not dare think of going into the caves and only concentrated on moving forward. Finally, she could see a change in the road further ahead. The shoulder-wide path split into two, one leading slightly upwards and the other one leading downwards, leading deeper into the darkness without end; no one knew where this pit lead to. While standing on the bifurcation point, the feeling of being stared at had become very intense, as if countless eyes were motionlessly looking at every move Nightingale made, making her have a dry mouth and tongue and giving her a creepy feeling. Nightingale grit her teeth as she opened her world of fog and quickly stepped into it. Soon, the creepy feeling began to disappear. While following the path leading upwards, the surrounding air temperature soon begun to fall, but above her head the small thread of silver became bigger. A quarter of an hour later, a huge cave opened up directly in front of her, with its entrance slightly higher than the path she was following. When she set foot into the cave she could see a faint fire deep within. Finally, she had reached the Witch Cooperation Association¡¯s hiding place. When Nightingale left her world of fog, she was immediately detected by the witch in charge of defense, who instantly set up a wall of black smog to block her. However,soon the wall disappeared and a surprised voice could be heard from the darkness, ¡°You¡¯re back!¡± Nightingale thought, ¡°Yes I¡¯m finally back,¡± but when she noticed that the girl had two bands tied around her arm, Nightingale¡¯s good mood turned directly into grief, ¡°Once again two sisters were¡­¡± The others witch¡¯s voice stalled for a moment and then she sorrowfully said, ¡°Uh ¡­ ah, yes. Airy and Abby had their day of adulthood five days ago and didn¡¯t survive it.¡± She forced herself to smile, ¡°It happens often, doesn¡¯t it? But let us not speak about them, you have to go back to the camp, Wendy is always talking about you.¡± Airy and Abby, a pair of twins who left their lives in a wealthy family from the Fallen Dragon Mountain only to die within the Impassable Mountain range. Nightingale sometimes wondered if what they did was alright. If the twins hadn¡¯t left their town with the Witch Cooperation Association, they could have at least enjoyed their lives with their family, rather than following everyone, wandering from one place to another, without any fixed home. However, when she thought of Wendy, Nightingale¡¯s heart was filled with warmth. If she hadn¡¯t given her a helping hand when she desperately needed it, she was afraid that she herself would still be living a life as a puppet, always fearing to be disposed of just like every other tool. Yes, she should tell her the news as soon as possible, and she should tell it to all her sisters. They weren¡¯t required to hide like little mice any longer. Someone was willing to accept all of them, and there maybe¡­ they could come out unscathed through their annual Day of Awakening! When she stepped into the camp, Nightingale saw that a familiar figure was squatting near the campfire handling the food. Until now, the other person hadn¡¯t seen that she had arrived, so she couldn¡¯t help herself and shouted, ¡°Wendy, I¡¯m home!¡± The other witch turned away from her meal and looked towards Nightingale, welcoming Nightingale with her usual smile, ¡°Veronica, welcome home.¡± Wendy was the embodiment of a good woman and also one of the first witches of the Witch Cooperation Association. Now she had turned 30, but still any wrinkles couldn¡¯t be seen on her face. She had red-brown hair which fell straight down, almost reaching her waist, with mature and charming facial features, which gave her the appearance of a big sister. She was always concerned about each and every sister of the Witch Cooperation Association. Whether it be about their daily life or psychological counseling, she would always try to help no matter what happened. If it wasn¡¯t for Wendy, there was a big chance that the Witch Cooperation Association wouldn¡¯t have gathered so many witches. She was precisely the reason why Nightingale decided to run away from her family when she met her, embarking with her on a journey into the Impassable Mountain range, trying to find the Holy Mountain. She was also one of the few people who knew her original name. ¡°How many times have I already told you that I¡¯m no longer that cowardly little girl from the past?¡± said Nightingale while smiling and shaking her head, ¡°I¡¯m now a powerful witch, Veronica doesn¡¯t exist any longer.¡± ¡°You will always be you, breaking away from your former nightmares doesn¡¯t mean to part with important and happy moments of your past.¡± said Wendy softly, ¡°Of course, I¡¯m glad you like your new name. Nightingale, I¡¯ve been waiting for you to come back, surely you had to suffer throughout the whole journey.¡± ¡°Well,¡± Nightingale stepped forward and hugged her friend, ¡°Thank you.¡± After a moment Wendy opened her mouth and asked, ¡°What happened to the girl, you ¡­ were you too late to save her?¡± When hearing her speak of this, Nightingale¡¯s spirit immediately began to rise again. She grabbed the Wendy¡¯s arm and said excitedly, ¡°No! She did not need me to save her. On the contrary, maybe she is able to save us all!¡± Then she began to describe in detail her experience of her time living in Border Town, ¡°Border Town is governed by Lord Roland Wimbledon, 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle. He is willing to shelter all of us, and he also promised, that one day, that all witches in his territory could live the life of a free person, just like everyone else!¡± Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Cara the Snake Witch / Éßħ¹þ¿¨À­ However, Wendy wasn¡¯t as excited as Nightingale had thought she would be. Instead, she asked in a skeptical tone, ¡°Did he really say that?¡± ¡°Yes, even before I arrived in Border Town, he had already rescued two witches, Anna and Nana. From the beginning, the Prince never thought that the power of the witch came from the devil; he said it was our own strength -¡± Nightingale suddenly stopped, realizing that the other didn¡¯t believe anything. Good stop, she thought, this isn¡¯t Wendy¡¯s fault. They will probably only believe it when they hear it directly from the Prince, but maybe even then they will doubt it. After all, it would be exactly what every witch¡¯s heart was longing for. We witches were oppressed for far too long, even on the way from the east to the border of the Impassable Mountain range, we could see many living examples where witches were betrayed and abandoned, without any person who would reach out to them with a helping hand. When thinking about all this, her excitement gradually subsided. Perhaps this trip wouldn¡¯t go as smoothly as she had thought. ¡°Wendy, you know what my magic had evolved into on my day of adulthood. In addition to being able to see the magic flow within a person, I¡¯m also able to identify if a person is lying or not,¡± stated Nightingale seriously, ¡°So when I asked him, why he would take such a big risk to save us witches, he replied, ¡°In Border Town we don¡¯t care about your background.¡± He just wants all the witches to be able to live as free people.¡± ¡°But while doing this, he will become a thorn in the side of the Church,¡± Wendy frowned and asked, ¡°Even if the Prince does not understand what it means, you do know it, right?¡± Nightingale could not help it but she began to chuckle loudly, ¡°My initial thoughts were almost the same like yours, so I asked him: Do you think you can really achieve this? And guess how he answered me?¡± She paused, and then repeated verbatim, ¡°If you do not step out, you will never know the answer.¡± Wendy was surprised when hearing this and had to ask, ¡°That wasn¡¯t a lie?¡± ¡°No lie.¡± confirmed Nightingale. ¡°It sounds unbelievable.¡± Wendy¡¯s voice became slightly relaxed. She and Nightingale were already friends for many years, so she couldn¡¯t think of a reason why she would try to deceive her. ¡°Yes¡­,¡± Nightingale deeply sighed. If she hadn¡¯t personally heard it, since she could verify it with her ability, she probably wouldn¡¯t have believed him so quickly. Now in retrospect, just like when they stood on the city wall and talked about it, Roland really seldom lied. During the two months she stayed at his side, beside the moment they stood on the wall he had sometimes tried to deceive her once, but Nightingale was still very satisfied with his answers. After all, she didn¡¯t care that he was trying to deceive her a little. Instead if you would just tell an unknown witch all of your secrets, that would be too ridiculous. ¡°Tonight, when we all come together, I want to tell this important news to all of our sisters!¡± Nightingale looked pleadingly at Wendy and said, ¡°And I want you to help me convince them.¡± When the evening came, the witches who were busy outside the camp returned one after another. When they saw that Nightingale had safely returned, the witches became very happy, coming towards her and asking her how she did. Seeing that their arms were wrapped in a white cloth, Nightingale felt heavy within her heart; at the beginning she still casually answered a few questions, but with time she turned more and more silent. But then she began to tell her long story. She talked about how she had sneaked into Border Town, how she met Roland, Anna and Nana, the construction of the city wall, the construction of the steam engine, how they had resisted the attack of the demonic beasts, and finally about Anna¡¯s adulthood. Nightingale even took out the drawing of the construction plans for the steam engine, to prove to everyone that she wasn¡¯t lying. Most of the witches, after they entered the Witch Cooperation Association, would live a cloistered life. For them, it was difficult to imagine the life in the outside world, so they listened attentively. But when Nightingale said that Anna hadn¡¯t suffered any pain during her day of adulthood going through it unscathed, the crowd suddenly began to rage. This was a great concern, the day of adulthood bothered witches for all of their lives, and lead to leaving a sheltered and warm life. They even went into the Impassable Mountain range, losing everything only to look for the legendary Holy Mountain. If what Nightingale said was true, that there was a territory lord who was willing to accept them, who even knew how they no longer had to suffer from the Demons Bite, wouldn¡¯t that have been even more perfect than the Holy Mountain? At this point, a path began to spread through the crowd, and a witch with a head full of green hair and half of her body plastered with snake tattoos walked in front of Nightingale. When she saw her, Nightingale bowed and greeted her respectfully, ¡°Respected mentor, hello.¡± The witch who came was the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association, Cara the Snake Witch. When speaking with her, all the witches called her their mentor. ¡°I heard the story you just told,¡± when Cara spoke her voice hoarse and hollow, ¡°Do you want to tell everyone that what we are doing is wrong?¡± ¡°No, mentor, those are not stories, I mean ¨C ¡° ¡°Enough,¡± Nightingale was interrupted by Cara who was waving impatiently, ¡°I do not know what happened to you, but when you went to this Border Town, it made you say such words. A prince, that sympathises with a witch? It¡¯s practically as laughable as sympathising with a frog, ¡± She turned around with a cold smile, and raised her arms in the air shouting, ¡°Sisters! Have you all forgotten how those mortals treated you all!¡± Not even letting Nightingale say something, she continued to shout, ¡°Yes, that group of mortals, the group of incompetents who pretend to fight in the name of God, who are always aiming a sharp blade or whip at us. If there wasn¡¯t a God¡¯s Locket of Retribution, how could they step on us witches? Our ability doesn¡¯t come from the devil, instead it is a gift given by God! The one who take charge of God¡¯s authority shouldn¡¯t be them, but we! Us the sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association! The Holy Mountain recorded in ancient books, is the residence of the gods!¡± What ¡­ Nightingale couldn¡¯t believe what she had heard, though the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association was always considered as an eccentric. She was strongly attached to the search for the Holy Mountain, with a passion exceeding that of any ordinary person, but she was always very far from madness. Although Cara wasn¡¯t as approachable as Wendy, at least she had always treated the concern of her sisters with sincerity. But Nightingale had never thought that she could be so hostile to ordinary people. Could It be that over the past few years she had always been suppressing her hatred and anger? The so-called not to get involved into profane affairs, merely in order to save power, only so that we can one day impose a thunder-like retaliation in the future? Nightingale thought to herself, was that the true reason why Cara hid herself? ¡°We have found a clue to the gate of the Holy Mountain, it is just like it is described in the ancient books! It¡¯s only twenty more days until the red moon will appear in the night sky just like a drop of blood, raising from the direction of the great Shimen, we will eventually arrive on the other side!¡± suddenly Cara stopped to speak and turned back to look at Nightingale and exclaimed, ¡°You¡¯ve been fooled by mortals, since we have been born we had lived in a huge scam. The suffering during the day of adulthood is a test by God, only the strong-willed, with indomitable talent and genuine power can pass it. As for the Church, ¡± she sneered for the second time, ¡°They are a group of mortals who dare to borrow and act in the name of God, sooner or later they will have to go to hell.¡± ¡°And you¡­ Child, now it¡¯s time to come back,¡± Cara paused for a moment and then continued, ¡°If you forget those stories you just told, I can forgive your ignorance and mistakes. As a member of the Witch Cooperation Association, you will get help from us, and together with us, you will go on the search for the Holy Mountain, to obtain eternal freedom.¡± Nightingale¡¯s heart had turned completely cold. The pain was only a test? That suffering during the day of awakening, the sisters who weren¡¯t strong enough to hold on, they weren¡¯t worth it, they were only losers? This argument was simply exactly the same as that of the church. While the surrounding witches unexpectedly exposed an expression of resonance, even Wendy didn¡¯t come out to express her disapproval¡­ Nightingale suddenly felt dull, and within the blink of an eye, the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association, every witch¡¯s mentor, had turned into a stranger. Nightingale shook her head, ¡°So, I¡¯ll be willing to take every sister with me who want to leave, but if you decide to stay¡­ I wish you good luck.¡± Just as Nightingale was ready to leave, suddenly a slight tingle could be felt in her lower leg. When she looked down, she could see that a fine, shining blue and black striped snake had bitten her into her calf ¨C this was Cara¡¯s magic of the snake, it was silent and she could use a variety of toxins. The paralysis quickly spread through her whole body, so when Nightingale tried to open her mouth to say something, she fell into darkness. Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Escape Nightingale didn¡¯t know how long it lasted, but when she woke up she discovered that her hands were tied to a stake. The same could be said about her waist and feet, they were also tied to the stake. She tried to free herself by struggling, but her body was tied to the pole so strongly, that she was totally immobile. The next step was to try using her magic ability, but she couldn¡¯t feel the familiar feeling when reaching for her power ¨C she seemed to be also cut off from her magic powers, so she was completely tied up. When Nightingale looked down along her body, she saw that a transparent prismatic stone was hanging down from her neck. ¡°You¡¯re finally awake.¡± Cara walked in front of her and begun to talk to Nightingale, ¡°What do you think about my petrifying venom? Honestly, I had high hopes for you, Nightingale. However, sadly you couldn¡¯t live up to my expectations.¡± ¡± ¡­ ¡± Nightingale didn¡¯t know how to answer first but then she took a deep breath and spoke reproachfully, ¡°You were actually hiding a God¡¯s Locket of Retribution. Cara, do you still know what you are doing?¡± This stone was originally shackles used by the Church to suppress witches, but now even their own mentor used it to deal with her, just like the Church! Though what made her even more angry was the callous look on the faces of the surrounding crowd, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with what they were seeing. Damn it, cried Nightingale at the bottom of her heart, don¡¯t you think that you turned into the kind of person who us witches hate the most?! ¡°This is only a tool, which will be occasionally used to punish bad girls who won¡¯t listen.¡± Explained Cara indifferently, ¡°And you, Nightingale, are such a person who need to be punished, or¡­ should I call you Veronica? Born within a noble family, got reduced to a witch, but still thinking about how to climb the social hierarchy.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡± ¡°You let me down. When Wendy saved you from the clutches of the aristocracy, I thought you would stand firmly on the side of us, the Witch Cooperation Association. But, look at what you¡¯re doing right now, when we will soon discover the Holy Mountain, you want to stop us from achieving our goal!¡± Cara shook her head and laughed loudly, but then continued, ¡°Trying to take us sisters with you to the Prince? Were you kept captive for too long and now servility has deeply rooted itself into your being, so that you can only live on when you find for yourself a master; or else ¡­ do you just want to sell them to the nobles, in exchange for receiving a good position for yourself!¡± ¡°Everything I do is for my sisters.¡± Nightingale had to swallow down her anger, after all shouting would be meaningless, so she said calmly ¡°I hope that no one will have to die during their day of awakening, hoping that they can live without worrying where they get clothes and food for their daily life. I never intended to stop your plan, but us sisters should have the right to freely choose our own way of life. At the moment Border Town is undergoing tremendous changes, I brought even the construction plan for the steam engine. It can operate on its own, with a nearly infinite force. With this kind of machine, the water within the mines can be directly pumped out, so that people don¡¯t need to do it every day any longer.¡± Cara sneered once more and asked pejoratively, ¡°Are you talking about this?¡± She turned around and pulled a roll out of the stack of parchments and rolled it out, so that everyone could see it, ¡°Although I don¡¯t understand everything painted on this parchment, but who would believe that a bunch of dead, cold iron can be pieced together so that it can work independently like a living creature? Do you think we are all three years old children!¡± She walked to the front of the brazier and threw the roll into the charcoal. ¡°No!¡± Cried Nightingale in vain, only able to stare blankly while the blueprint turned into ashes within the brazier. ¡°My patience has been exhausted, I will only give you one last chance.¡± while she threatened Nightingale, Cara took an iron skewer out of the brazier, whose end had already turned bright red from the heat. ¡°If you plead guilty in front of all your sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association, admitting that you have been bewitched by the aristocracy, I can spare your life, but the whipping is unavoidable! After all this will be your lesson for cooperating with the enemy. But if you will still be stubborn, I will have to use this iron skewer to pierce your heart, nailing your body at the stake, so that everyone can learn from your wrongdoings.¡± After waiting for a second she said, ¡°Do not miss my last offer of mercy, tell me now how have you decided?¡± Holding the iron closer to Nightingale, so that she could have a better look, holding it so close that she could even feel the scorching heat coming from its tip. If she was still her cowardly self from before, she would have bowed and admitted defeat. But she had already bid farewell to her past self, no longer being that timid girl. Now she was Nightingale, a powerful witch, even in front of death she wouldn¡¯t yield! So she only closed her eyes, awaiting the arrival of her last moment. She didn¡¯t know why, but an image of Roland appeared in front of her eyes. ¡°Stop!¡± Shouted someone suddenly, for a moment Nightingale hesitated, but then she opened her eyes. Nightingale could see that Wendy walked out of the crowd and said to Cara, ¡°Mentor, look at the white cloth wrapped around your arm. We already have experienced so many deaths, do you really want to add another one?¡± ¡°What, even you are being deceived by her? Wake up, Wendy! What she said are all lies!¡± ¡°I do not know.¡± Wendy shook her head and continued, ¡°I do not intend to go with her to Border Town, but I think that one of the things she said was right. We sisters should have the right to freely choose our own way of life.¡± She turned around and loudly asked the crowd, ¡°Which of you want to leave with her?¡± No one within the crowd answered her, the scene fell into silence. ¡°So there is no problem when she is leaving alone.¡± said Wendy. ¡°She didn¡¯t harm the Witch Cooperation Association, so I really cannot watch you kill her.¡± Nightingale had fully understood the meaning of Wendy¡¯s words. She couldn¡¯t help but get a sad feeling within her heart. Even Wendy didn¡¯t completely believe what she had said. So because of this she kept silent when she needed her help when trying to convince everyone. But she was still the good-hearted and caring witch, even if she didn¡¯t agree with her point of view, she would still lend a helping hand. After Wendy¡¯s remark, some whispering voices could be heard from within the crowd, and then a few people spoke up for her. ¡°Yes, since she is willing to return to the secular world, just let her go.¡± ¡°The Church and the pain have already taken so many sisters away from us. Respected mentor, please think about her punishment once more.¡± ¡°Everyone shut up!¡± Cara raged and shouted, ¡°If I let her leave, what will we do when a second or a third Nightingale appear? Also if she sells the position of our camp to the Church, then we will have nowhere to escape!¡± the voices didn¡¯t quiet down, so she lifted her arm to hit Nightingale with the iron skewer. But Wendy was a step faster, producing a strong breeze of wind, throwing Cara onto the ground and stopping her striking attempt. Then she threw a coin into the air, raised and waved her hand, leading the rapid airflow to wrap around the coin and shooting it in the direction of Nightingale. When the airstream came near Nightingale it instantly disappeared. Yet the coin still maintained its speed, accurately hitting the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution around Nightingale¡¯s neck. The transparent and prismatic stone released a hitting sound and instantly broke. ¡°Traitor!¡± Cara screamed furiously while standing up from the ground, Wendy and Ann belonged to her inner circle and were her right hands, but now one of them had betrayed her! Out of anger she threw out a shadow snake which flew with it¡¯s mouth open in the direction of Wendy, biting her ferociously at the back of her hand. At this moment the ropes fell to the ground, still maintaining their wrap up formation around the stake, only Nightingale wasn¡¯t any longer at her place, bonded to the stake. When thinking about Nightingale¡¯s ability, Cara felt cold sweat running down her back. She instantly mobilized all of her magic, creating magical snakes, gleaming with all possible color variations, which then poured out of her chest. Ordering them to form a wall, she herself rushed backwards ¨C but Nightingale was still faster than her. Only one step ¡­ just after one step, she already appeared behind Cara. Thrusting her hands forward, the iron hammer, which actually should have pierced her own heart, went straight through Cara¡¯s body. Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Explorer ¡°Respected Mentor!¡± When they saw that Cara had fallen, all the witches around her began to panic. ¡°Idiots! Ahem¡­¡± Cara tried to cover the wound with her hand; she could no longer feel her lower body, ¡°Quickly, go and kill the traitors for me!¡± However, at that time Nightingale, who was carrying Wendy, had already turned into fading mist. When they arrived back at the fork in the road, Nightingale realized that Wendy had fallen unconscious and her arm had turned black, the venom was spreading within her. Now, no hesitation was allowed and every second counted. She gnashed her teeth, ripped off the sleeve around Wendy¡¯s injured arm and then used it to bind the arm as tightly as she could. Then, she drew a dagger from the sole of her boot, and opened Wendy¡¯s wound. After less than half a quarter of an hour later, she had cut open Wendy¡¯s arm. As long as the arm wasn¡¯t cut off, Nana would be able to heal her. When she had done everything she could do, Nightingale took out two straps and bound Wendy on her back. As long as Nightingale was able to bring Wendy to Border Town alive, Nana would be able to completely heal her. But to keep her alive for so long¡­ was it possible? She alone already took three days on the way here, but now while carrying a person she would naturally need longer. If she were to go faster and accidentally slide down the trail, she wasn¡¯t sure if she could climb up again. Wendy¡¯s arm was still losing blood; she would never last three or four days, but Nightingale had no other choice. She would never be able to leave Wendy ¨C after all, she was only injured because of her. ¡°Do you need help?¡± Suddenly, a voice could be heard out of nowhere. Nightingale was frightened and almost simultaneously opened her own world of fog, and assumed a defensive position. However, there was no person in front of her. ¡°You don¡¯t need to be nervous, I didn¡¯t come to fight.¡± When Nightingale looked up, she could actually see a person flying in the air. Then, she asked, confused, ¡°Who are you?¡± ¡°My name is Lightning, I just joined the Witch Cooperation Association recently. Since I¡¯m always away, it is normal that you don¡¯t know me.¡± She tried to smile easily, ¡°However, I know you, the famous Nightingale, the Shadow Assassin.¡± ¡°Did Cara send you?¡± ¡°No, no, don¡¯t misunderstand me,¡± Lightning slowly came downwards, setting her feet on the earth in the end, ¡°I want to go with you.¡± Nightingale couldn¡¯t believe what she heard so she asked, ¡°What?¡± ¡°You said, ah, we should have the right to freely choose our own way of life,¡± Lightning paused for a second and then said, ¡°I choose to go with you, it¡¯s that simple.¡± ¡°What is ¡­?¡± Nightingale was already completely disappointed by the reaction of her sisters; even Wendy hadn¡¯t fully believed in her, but now this girl in front of her ¨C she was actually still a child, around fourteen or fifteen years old, like Nana. She had fresh and neat short blonde hair, a face full of high spirits, and speech and self-confidence that didn¡¯t match her age. Also, she didn¡¯t wear the usual Witch Cooperation Association uniform. Instead, she wore a set of long trousers tailored to match her personal preferences, with many pockets and patches. This could also be said about her vintage leather jacket. The last part of her attire was a crude-looking belt that was fastened around her waist, only God knew where she had picked it up. At first glance, this just looked like a man¡¯s clothing. ¡°You said that there¡¯s a machine that huffs and puffs out black and white smoke, and that you can also create stones out of gray powder and even have powder that breaks apart mountains with a thunderous bang. I want to see everything!¡± Lightning was talking full of enthusiasm, ¡°I¡¯m determined to become an explorer who, of course, only goes to interesting places.¡± What kind of a reason was this¡­ Nightingale was startled, and she couldn¡¯t make a sound, but even in this kind of conscious she could still tell that Lightning was not lying. ¡°I do not understand¡­ If you want to be an adventurer, why would you leave the Witch Cooperation Association and join me?¡± ¡°Not an adventurer, I want to be an explorer!¡± Lightning stressed, ¡°I¡¯m not one of those who are only driven by money, who say that they are risk takers, but in fact are only doing the dirty work of others. Explorers only act out of interest! Are you asking why l don¡¯t want to be with the Witch Cooperation Association¡­ ¡± explained Lightning confidently, ¡°who are looking for the Holy Mountain, which should be the dream of every explorer? Cara doesn¡¯t understand the spirit of adventure, she is completely immersed in the old book, only looking along the road for the characteristics described in the ancient book. She is walking through the Mountain range only searching for two weathered pillars rising out of the ground. If this is the way she does it, she will never find the real holy mountain. My father always stressed the point that an explorer must honestly record everything they see when looking for a fine horse by using only a picture! That¡¯s just the way a explorer should handle the matter. Although Nightingale would have loved to know what kind of father would teach such ideas and raise such an absolutely strange daughter, now wasn¡¯t the right moment to chat. After all, Wendy¡¯s life was at risk. Since she didn¡¯t mean any harm, an additional helper would be appreciated. In the end Nightingale only asked, ¡°Your ability is flying?¡± ¡°Well yeah,¡± Lightning nodded and said proudly, ¡°I can even carry you both, and flow forever forward, just like the wind.¡± ¡°Then I will have to trouble you.¡± Nightingale made sure that Wendy was strongly bound to her back and then she held on Lightning¡¯s shoulders, and wrapped her hands around Lightning¡¯s chest. ¡°Uh ¡­ really heavy.¡± Lightning grit her teeth, and slowly rose upwards, ¡°I think we probably won¡¯t be as fast as the wind.¡± ¡­¡­ Thus, they began their strange form travel. When Lightning was exhausted, she would be carried by Nightingale, who took everyone through her world of fog. When Lightning was physically recovered, Nightingale would then climb onto Lightning¡¯s back, so that she could fly forward again. When both of them were exhausted and compelled to rest, Nightingale would find the time to ask her some basic questions ¨C for example, who her father was, or the situation with her family. Lightning said that her father was the world¡¯s greatest explorer and that he even traveled across the ocean. He had an ocean sailing fleet and was affectionately called Thunder by his crew. However, she had lost her mother when she was still very young, so she didn¡¯t have many memories of her. While on a sea voyage, her ship had run aground and capsized during a storm. Lightning was lucky and was rushed to an island by the ocean currents, but she lost all contact with her father. On the island, Lightning used the knowledge and skills her father taught her. She nearly spent two months alone on that island before she had awoken during the winter. With her new ability she flew westwards across the channel to the south of Graycastle. After going through numerous setbacks, she joined the Witch Cooperation Association in the end. She felt that as long as she adhered to exploring, one day she would be able to come across a miracle and see her father again ¨C as long as he was still alive. Nightingale didn¡¯t gain much useful information from this dialogue. Her ability could only be used to distinguish if the other side was lying, but she couldn¡¯t determine the authenticity of the spoken content. In other words, as long as the other person said that the sun was square and didn¡¯t doubt it, her ability would still show that they were telling the truth. However, there was actually some information that could be inferred. For example, she must have been born in a wealthy family ¨C families who were struggling with poverty wouldn¡¯t have the time to explore. The fact that her father had an ocean-going fleet was also consistent with this judgment. Therefore, Thunder¡¯s true identity was perhaps a wealthy ocean-crossing businessman. Lightning had blond hair, unlike the descendants of the Kingdoms of the mainland and more like the sea people from across the fjords. Wendy had awoken several times. During these times, Nightingale would always try to let her drink as much water as possible, but after drinking, she lost her consciousness again. Nightingale could feel that Wendy¡¯s body temperature was falling lower and lower. This made Nightingale feel increasingly anxious. The two had no other alternative than hurrying, and the normally three-day-long path took them one and a half days to finish. At the entrance, the horses the prince had left for them were still tied to the ground, and the heap of straw in front of them was still only half eaten. Nightingale climbed on one horse while carrying Wendy and let it run, followed by Lightning as she rushed non-stop towards Border Town. Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Arrangements Border Town¡¯s second militia recruitment went much smoother than the first one. After all, during the winter, the food was rationed so the members of the militia would be given more and better food. On the weekly visiting day, there would be many soldiers who would secretly transfer bread and meat, which they had saved during the week, to their loved ones. Roland told Carter and Iron Axe to overlook these matters, because when those loved ones happily stayed at home with food, they would surely tell their neighbors where they got it. This would be a perfect example of word-of-mouth recommendation, executed by his militia. The conversations between neighbors were much more effective than information announced by the city hall. At this point, most of the urban areas of the town already knew about it ¨C His Highness¡¯ militia wasn¡¯t only well paid, but would also eat three meals every day. In addition, the fight with the demonic beast didn¡¯t seem so dangerous as previously thought. So during the second recruitment, there were many more candidates than during the first one, and even residents of the better districts came for registration. The number of people who matched the requirements were much higher than the Roland had expected, so the second recruitment accepted 200 new members who would be trained by Carter during the weekdays. When the horn sounded, the new recruits would also rush to the wall to stand as auxiliary forces on standby. The Chief Knight and the Assistant Minister raised some objections, like that at this point the new batch of militia wasn¡¯t qualified to fight against the demonic beasts, or that the newly recruited unit had more than twice the number of soldiers of the first unit, which wasn¡¯t necessary. Increases of the general public food rations and salary would lead to the increase of their financial expenditure, but even so, if they gave out more gold royals they would not achieve a significant effect. However, Roland kept to his decision even though these people were not prepared to deal with the demonic beasts. Yet he didn¡¯t dare to inform his men about the plan he came up with. No one was allowed to know that he intended to attack the Duke¡¯s stronghold ¨C if he told them about his idea now, he was afraid that Barov and Carter would find it totally unacceptable. The difference between the Longsong Stronghold and Border Town was just too big. As the official border stronghold of the Kingdom of Graycastle, its walls were ten feet tall, and was built brick-by-brick by stonemasons. With the Duke¡¯s private army and the six noble families¡¯ private armies and also the city¡¯s own soldiers, they could mobilize more than 1000 soldiers. In theory, it was impossible to win a siege when one could only rely on his own army of 300 ¨C even if they were equipped with cross-era guns. And because of the God¡¯s Stone of Retribution, the witches couldn¡¯t be used as an assassination squad; Roland had confirmed this point several times with Nightingale. Duke Ryan and the important people of the six families would purchase these stones, not leaving anything to spare ¨C of course, for the outside world this purchase was called donation. If someone wanted to buy such a stone, they had to donate several dozens of gold royals. Banning the power of the witches within a certain range was the most powerful weapon against the so-called devil¡¯s servants and was the biggest annual income source for the Church. Roland only had a chance when it was an open field fight. Thanks to this era, most of the soldiers were drafted before a battle. So if the lord didn¡¯t want his drafted army to flee halfway, he was required to travel with his army, which would present a perfect opportunity to implement Roland¡¯s annihilation plan. However, he was still unsure about how he could take advantage of this opportunity. After all, his experience of war tactics came only from movies and television works, or historical stories, so he had no experience of his own. In the end, he thought that since he didn¡¯t understand it, he should first do the things he was good at. Roland wanted to stretch out a little and left his office to take a walk in his backyard. The steam engine II was assembled and standing quietly in the middle of the field. At first glance, the new steam engine looked much cleaner than the previous one, and the welding marks were no longer as uneven as before. This masterpiece was possible thanks to Anna¡¯s new capabilities. Her green fire could drill into the tiniest gaps for welding, allowing for the individual parts to fit better together than in the past. However, the most important difference between the steam engine II and the older steam engine wasn¡¯t the overall look, but the integration of a centrifugal governor. The first set of the automatic control system and feedback system in human history could be considered as a big milestone. Roland¡¯s governor¡¯s structure was very simple, consisting of two iron balls connected with a string to a main rod. At first glance it was just like the bamboo dragonflies that children played with during their childhood. If someone quickly rubbed the bamboo pole, the two rotating blades would be forced to automatically rise due to the centrifugal force. For the governor, the equivalent for the fan was the two iron balls ¨C when the steam engine worked, the main rod would be driven to rotate, and when the output increased too high, the balls would spin faster, gradually increasing their height under the influence of the centrifugal force, closing the valve bit by bit. When the output decreased, the ball¡¯s speed would also get slower, lowering their position under the influence of gravity, thereby increasing the valve output again. This always kept the steam engine running at a relatively fixed power level. With speed control, it was now possible to let the steam engine II take over some of the more sophisticated processing tasks. The gears produced by the blacksmiths were delivered and neatly placed in a corner of the shed. Looking at them with the perspective of an industrial production line, none of these gears could be called qualified to work with and all of them would be thrown into the defective box, waiting to be recycled. But in terms of this age, they were rare works of art ¨C the design of involute gears were created with a sense of harmony. The gears that had been immersed in lard emitted a unique metallic sheen. In addition to produced gears, carpenters who were responsible for the planning had already built the foundation as well as other parts that were already prepared. He let the door guards call for Anna so that they could begin to assemble the first steam-powered borer together. They began Roland¡¯s plan, which he thought was the most effective plan to mass-produce rifles. Relying only on blacksmiths who had to manually knock out a barrel was extremely time-consuming, but also very boring for the blacksmiths themselves. Now, he only had to take out an iron bar and he could directly drill the barrel out with the borer. So in one day, he would be able to produce more than ten barrels. At the same time, by replacing the head, the boring machine couldn¡¯t only be used to cut but also to engrave the rifling. With rifled flintlocks, the firing accuracy would be further improved. Thus, he was confident that before the end of winter, the two groups of militia, nearly 300 people, could all be armed with rifles. However, Roland couldn¡¯t guarantee that his army would be able to calmly load, aim, and shoot at their targets in the face of charging knights. It was more realistic to think that they would rather drop their weapons, turn tail, and run away. After all, the training time of the two troops were too short, they had no combat experience against other humans. So, he had to bring out a more powerful weapon onto the battlefield, a weapon which could defeat the enemy even before they could start their own assault. That was artillery. As the God of War in the history of human warfare, the destruction and deterrence brought by artillery wasn¡¯t reproducible by guns. A six-pound field artillery had the range to attack the other side before they were even able to gather. The mixed-up armies of this era would surely be unable to maintain discipline in combat while being under constant fire. As long as he could get three or four field guns, his enemy would never have the chance to charge. Roland was following a step-by-step plan ¨C with his manual milling machines, which could be used to process usable steering gear, he would be able to produce the speed-controllable steam engine II, and with this machine he could create his own borer. With steam boring, he would be able to process a variety of gun barrels and cannon barrels. There was still at least two months until the end of the Months of the Demons, so as long as his plans played out smoothly, Border Town¡¯s militia would have the power to compete with the Duke in a full out battle. TN: Information about Bamboo Dragonflies Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Return Just when Roland squatted down to install the base for the new steam engine, three figures suddenly emerged out of thin air. They landed, staggering, in front of his feet and took him with them when they fell to the ground. Anna was so scared that she immediately jumped back and set up a wall of green flames to try to block the strangers. When Roland looked up, he found that one of the women was the long-awaited Nightingale. From her face, she seemed very exhausted. Her cheeks were abnormally red, so obviously she had been running in the cold and windy weather for a long time, but despite the wind, her forehead was covered with dense sweat. Nightingale lifted her head and cried with palpable anxiety. ¡°Your Highness, please call Nana and have her come over! We need her immediately!¡± Now, Roland noted that the woman tied to her back was very pale and had her eyes closed. She was wrapped in clothes which were dark red from the oozing blood and had a nearly cut off arm. He immediately reacted and shouted toward his guard. ¡°Cardin, run to the medical center and fetch Nana!¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± answered the guard as he dashed away immediately. Aside from these two, there was also a young girl caught in Nightingale¡¯s armpit. She looked like she wasn¡¯t in a serious situation, and was looking around with eyes full of curiosity. ¡°You aren¡¯t hurt, right?¡± Roland stepped forward to untie the woman with the injured arm from Nightingale¡¯s back. ¡°I¡¯m fine, Your Highness, Keke ¡­ I¡¯m very sorry, I couldn¡¯t bring back my sisters from the Witch Cooperation Association.¡± Nightingale gasped for air, her voice was very weak. Apparently she had had a very long journey and had almost physically overextended herself. ¡°Say nothing more, you need to rest first.¡± Roland picked up the unconscious and injured woman and let Anna lead Nightingale. Like this, the five people returned to the castle. Nightingale had the room next to Anna¡¯s, so when they came to the castle, he immediately ordered the maids to build a fire in her room and to also deliver a vat of hot water. After Nana arrived, he first explained to her what had happened before she began to clean the wound and treat the injury while Roland stepped out of the room. As long as she wasn¡¯t dead, Nana would be able to heal every injury like they had never happened, so the problem wasn¡¯t if she could save her life. Although Nightingale had carefully tied up the arm, the blood circulation had been cut off for far too long, so he did not know if it could be saved. The following cleaning and treatment required the patient to undress, so as a gentleman, Roland consciously chose to step out. But how could it have developed into this? Asked Roland himself. Could it be that the Witch Camp was attacked by demonic beasts and there was no one else she was able to save? If that was true, then that would really be a great loss. Roland was nervously hovering at the door. About half an hour later, the door was pushed open and the first person who came out was the unknown girl who looked unharmed and who had come together with Nightingale . When she saw him waiting in front of the door, she nodded and said, ¡°You¡¯re exactly the same as Nightingale had described you.¡± ¡± ¡­ ¡± Roland didn¡¯t know what to make out of this sentence, ¡°What did she say about me?¡± ¡°A prince who would care about us witches.¡± while answering his question, the girl lightly shut the door, ¡°Unfortunately, the news was so unbelievable that most of the witches didn¡¯t believe what she said. In fact, I also couldn¡¯t believe her, but it is exactly like my dad had always said, ¡®the world is so big, and it has all kinds of people¡¯. My name is Lightning, Your Highness, glad to meet you. ¡°When she finished speaking, she bowed her head and laid her right hand on her left shoulder ¨C it probably was her way to salute. However, Roland didn¡¯t think any longer about the salute, the part ¡°most people did not believe her,¡± was the important information. ¡°The Witch Cooperation Association wasn¡¯t attacked by demonic beasts?¡± ¡°Attack? No, ah ¡­ Why would you think this?¡± She nodded her head while thinking but then she suddenly put her index finger on her forehead and revealed an enlightened expression, ¡°Yes, I see. That big sister with the broken arm is Wendy, she was injured by our respected mentor Cara.¡± Then, Lightning began to tell the story. After hearing what had happened, Roland fell silent and thought, so it was actually like this ¡­ I really have underestimated the cruel oppression the witches have to face. Now, after being accumulated over many years, the hatred between the witches and the upper nobility of the Church has reached its peak. This Cara, is one of the extremists. Then, Roland got the impression that the first thing the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association would do when she had the power to do it was to eradicate people with the same attitude like herself. But fortunately, Nightingale was still able to return safely. And not only that, but she even brought back two new witches with her to Border Town. As for the witch house, Roland thought, he would still let Karl build it. Even if they didn¡¯t need it at the moment, there was still the possibility that the number of witches would increase. ¡°So you were also a sister of the Witch Cooperation Association?¡± ¡°Not anymore.¡± Lightning sighed and then continued, ¡°It¡¯s the same for Wendy and Nightingale. Since we left, it is now impossible to ever go back. I¡¯m afraid Cara won¡¯t be able to swallow her pride.¡± ¡°Will she survive even though Nightingale pierced through her body?¡± Roland asked disbelievingly, ¡°Probably. In the camp we have a witch called the Herb Witch, who can increase the effectiveness of herbs several times,¡± explained Lightning, ¡°by multiplying the effect of some hemostatic grasses and turning them into a blood replenishing medicine, rescuing Cara¡¯s life should not be a problem, but compared to your witch who has the ability to heal, the effect is inferior.¡± Hearing this, Roland thought, this will really be a nuisance, it seems like it wasn¡¯t enough to just worry about to the Church, now I also have to look out for the witches. Fortunately, their purpose is to look for the Holy Mountain, so I hope the trouble of looking for Nightingale is too much for them. ¡°Previously you had said that you didn¡¯t believe in what Nightingale had said, so why did you go with her and leave the Witch Cooperation Association?¡± ¡°Because you have a machine that huffs and puffs black and white smoke, and you can also create stones out of gray powder and even have powder that breaks apart mountains with a thunderous bang.¡± Lightning repeated the exact same words she had said to Nightingale, ¡°Maybe there wasn¡¯t be a Prince who was good to the witches, but she wouldn¡¯t have lied to me, it is impossible to make up such lifelike ideas ¨C at least this was what my intuition of an explorer had told me, and just seeing the monstrosity in the yard which is capable of ejecting white gas shows me that I was right. This monstrosity? Nightingale seems to call it¡­a steam engine, right?¡± ¡°Explorer?¡± Roland automatically ignored the last question. ¡°Yes, explorer!¡± Lightning emphasized the word, ¡°This is the reason why I choose to follow Nightingale. All explorers are curious about the unknown.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland secretly sighed. What should I do with this witch? Someone like her could only survive in this age if they were born in a rich family. Anyone only had to look at her once to see that she was a tomboy, not only because of her clothes, but also her short golden hair, ¡°Are you sure your name isn¡¯t Izawa Riel?¡± ¡°Who would that be? My name is Lightning.¡± the little girl proudly explained. At this point, the door opened once more and Anna and Nana came out. ¡°How was it?¡± asked Roland, ¡°Did the healing go well?¡± Seeing Nana nod, Roland could finally feel relieved. Generally, a limb needed to be reconnected within six to eight hours. When this time limit was exceeded, the success rate would be greatly reduced. Since Lightning said that they had taken more than one day to travel from the camp to Border Town, the chance to save the limb was actually already very small. It would almost be impossible to reconnect the nerves by conventional surgery. This once more showed how unbelievable Nana¡¯s healing ability was. Now the young witch was also tired; it seemed that the treatment also cost her great effort. So Roland encouragingly said to them, ¡°You all have worked hard today, so after eating dinner, you both should sleep here with Anna.¡± Of course, he thought that would also mean that Sir Pine would also sleep here. ED note: Izawa Riel is the chinese name for Ezreal from League of Legends Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Oath Today was such an exciting day with so many surprising matters that Roland didn¡¯t want to continue the boring work with the steam engine. Instead, he had his chef prepare an exceptionally great dinner of black pepper steak and fried eggs without any limit to the amount everyone could eat. After eating, Lightning and Anna had to pat their bloated bellies while Nana, chewing on the last piece of meat, was still full of vitality. In addition to the dinner, he had asked the maid to prepare and deliver a stew out of soft meat and waxy porridge in a heat-preserving porcelain dish to Nightingale. Once Nightingale and Wendy woke up, they could immediately eat hot food. After dinner, the next step was to arrange rooms for everyone. Fortunately, the lords of Border Town loved exquisiteness and grandeur. Even though this small town was only built for mining, as an early security point, the castle was still built to the standards of a medium sized town. Thanks to this, Roland now had a nine hundred square meter living area spread over three floors, along with watchtowers and arrow towers in the form of pagodas in the four corners of the castle. He also possessed his own vestibule and back garden. Roland arranged the room opposite of Anna¡¯s room for Lightning while the room next door went to Wendy after her rehabilitation. When Roland saw Nana walk into Anna¡¯s room with a sugar stick in her hand, he could not help but shake his head in amusement. Back at his office, Roland poured himself a cup of ale. A plan was only good until the first deviation. He had thought that with the help of Nightingale, he would have gotten a batch of new witches, getting a boost in science and technology and upgrading agriculture etc., but he had never expected that the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association would have such hostility towards non-witches. Witches like Nightingale seemed to be a minority. Wendy¡­ after the talk with Lightning he knew that Wendy actually didn¡¯t want to leave the Witch Cooperation Association. She only intended to save Nightingale, but after her intervention, she was treated as a traitor by Cara and the other witches. After his first drink, Roland poured himself a second one. Even if the ale wasn¡¯t the best, it was still better than nothing. During the meal, Roland had asked Lightning about her and Wendy¡¯s abilities. Lightning said she could fly like a bird and fly freely through the air while Wendy was able to control the wind. Hearing this, Roland couldn¡¯t think of a good use for a technological upgrade, but for the upcoming war they held great potential. He also asked her about the abilities of the other witches at the camp and found out that their abilities varied strongly and seemed not to follow any rules. Some effects could hardly be described with science while some were completely bizarre. For example, Cara the Snake Witch, the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association. She could condense her magic into snakes ¨C these snakes were not illusions, they could be touched and also attack an enemy. The different colors of the snakes represented the different venoms. Lighting herself had only seen two types of snakes, paralysis and toxic. Roland found that it wasn¡¯t only Anna, but Cara and the other witches could also only use their magic within a small range. For example, when Anna¡¯s Green Fire left a range of five meters, it would suddenly disappear. Cara¡¯s snakes also couldn¡¯t stray too far. For Nightingale, it was an even shorter distance. When she wanted to influence a foreign object, she would have to leave her fog and become visible. For this reason, they were always equipped with crossbows in case they had to face the Church or any other army who possessed God¡¯s Stone of Retribution. Otherwise, they could only flee in all directions. Roland worked until midnight, and the fire in the fireplace had already dimmed. When he began to sneeze he thought it was time to sleep. When he opened the door to his bedroom, he thought that he had gone into the wrong room ¨C it was the already familiar scene again, where a woman was already in the room, sitting on his bed. Her figure was half shrouded in darkness, her shadow reflected by the fire was only displayed in mosaic, like a mural. However, this time there was a big difference to the previous instances, namely that the woman was no longer wearing her body-hiding robes. Instead, she had replaced them with ordinary civilian clothes. Her appearance was no longer hidden from the outside world, and now everyone could directly see her appearance. Nightingale. Roland became a little nervous, this kind of battle, would ¡­ it be a lucky one? When Nightingale noticed that the Prince had come in, she got up and slowly walked over. Even only after half a day of rest, her face looked better than how most people would ever look. Her pale cheeks were replaced with rosy ones, and her hair didn¡¯t give her a dull appearance. He thought, I have to say, the resilience of a witch is really amazing. ¡°You worked hard in the past few days.¡± Roland coughed, breaking the silence and then continued, ¡°Why don¡¯t you rest longer? Lightning has already told me everything.¡± Hearing this, Nightingale shook her head, giving a solemn impression. This gave Roland the feeling that something was wrong, and in her eyes he could see an indescribable dedication. Roland realized that she had made her decision and was converging her emotions towards him. This look of determination was difficult to see in many other people, so Roland waited until the other had found the right words. However, Nightingale didn¡¯t begin to speak immediately. Instead, she took a deep breath, got down on one knee while holding a dagger in her hand, and slightly bowed her head ¨C this was the etiquette for the standard knight ceremony, when someone part of the aristocracy swore allegiance to a superior, they would often do it this way. ¡°Your Highness Roland Wimbledon, I, Veronica, also known as Nightingale, swear,¡± she said in a formal tone, ¡°As long as you will be kind to the witches, I will be at your service, whether as a strong shield against the demons, or as your personal sword during the night, without any fear of regret, until the last moment of my life.¡± Roland thought, so this is her decision after the Witch Cooperation Association became such a disappointment to her and destroyed her hope of leading the witches into a better future herself. If it went like he wanted, he would refuse her offer, since he was more accustomed to hiring or working together. If there were further ambitions and a common ideal, they could become comrades. However, he knew that sometimes it was meaningless to emphasize equality and freedom. As long as there was no suitable soil, even the best seeds would decay. As a prince, he wouldn¡¯t be able to depart from his role as a prince until he unified the kingdom.. After a moment of silence, Roland acted accordingly to the court etiquette in the memories of the former prince. He took her dagger and then touched her shoulders three times with his own sword, ¡°I accept your allegiance.¡± Nightingale¡¯s shoulders trembled slightly. It seemed she could finally relax. Then he stretched out his right hand, holding it in front of her. Nightingale took his fingers and delicately kissed him on the back of his hand. With this the ritual came to an end. Although the allegiance ceremony exercised by the witches was extremely nondescript, following through the whole set of actions couldn¡¯t be archived with an ordinary background ,. And she also called herself Veronica¡­ ¡°Is Veronica your real name? Don¡¯t you have a last name?¡± Roland pulled her up and asked. ¡°Yes, Your Highness. I have no intention to hide anything from you. Five years ago, I had left the house of Gilen. Now the house and I have nothing to do with each other.¡± Nightingale told him everything, and put down even the last barrier to her heart by telling him of her own past. She was born in Silver City, the city whose name came naturally from their rewarding silver mines. Her father was a viscount, but her mother was born as a commoner. Such marriages were not common, but the two had hit it off well. In addition, Nightingale also had a brother named Hyde. She had spent her whole childhood in Silver City, and that was the happiest period of her life. Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Old Story Nightingale had spent her whole childhood in Silver City, and that was the happiest period of her life. However, this wonderful time only lasted until the winter she turned fourteen. In that winter, refugees started a riot in Silver City. Her parents went out to distribute food but they never came back. Nightingale and her brother were sent, to the home of her father¡¯s brother, another branch of the Gilen family. This was also the winter that Nightingale had awoken to her witch powers. She carefully hid her abilities, but in the end she was still discovered by Mr. Gilen, who immediately separated Nightingale from her brother and used her brother¡¯s life to threaten her into doing his biddings, so Nightingale had no choice. Mr. Gilen sent her to the thieves¡¯ guild and made her undergo their training. Later, he had her do some shady things, like breaking into the homes of his enemies to steal trade contracts or other important things, and eavesdropping on the town hall meetings. She even had to go to some potential competitors¡¯ homes and put poison in their water tanks. The Gilen¡¯s family business grew bigger and bigger, but Mr. Gilen¡¯s attitude toward Nightingale gradually turned worser and worser. If even the slightest thing went wrong, she would be kicked. Every time when she wasn¡¯t doing something for him, he would shut Nightingale in a room in their house which had its door replaced with iron bars. The part which made Nightingale the saddest and most puzzled was that she wasn¡¯t able to see her brother Hyde. She began to suspect that Mr. Gilen had already killed her brother. Having had enough of her repeated requests, he finally brought over her younger brother. However, when Hyde saw Nightingale, he had a look full of disgust and said that he never wanted to see her again because as a witch and the devil¡¯s companion, she should go to hell. Hearing this, Nightingale¡¯s world collapsed, but the nightmare wasn¡¯t over. Mr. Gilen gave her the final blow ¨C the fact that she became a witch was a secret, but he still told Hyde, and even told him that the farther he got away from a witch the better it would be. After Hyde bid Nightingale farewell, Mr. Glenn grimly warned her that Hyde would inherit their father¡¯s title, but if she wouldn¡¯t continue to obey his orders, he would make her brother die quietly. In this way, Nightingale fell deeper and deeper into sorrow and despair and turned into a puppet manipulated by the Gilen family. On her coming of age day, she had to complete a task for the family and was on the way home when she met Wendy. Or, more precisely, Wendy found her. Wendy told Nightingale everything about the Witch Cooperation Association, and told her that there were many people who had gone through similar experiences like Nightingale¡¯s, but these sisters had not given up. Hearing this, Nightingale¡¯s shattered heart suddenly ignited with a new spark of life. She didn¡¯t need much time to change from confusion to determination. One week after her coming of age day, she had already overcome the torture, forcing her magic to undergo great changes. Her fog no longer hid only her figure, but also kept the iron bars from holding her back. On the day that she had finally recovered from the afflictions of her coming of age day, she entered her world of fog to step into Mr. Gilen¡¯s bedroom to take a knife and slit his throat. . Mr. Gilen let out some high pitched breaths, and then only the sound of popping blood bubbles could be heard. During the whole situation, Nightingale found out that she was much calmer than expected. Then, Wendy and Nightingale left the Gilen household. As for her brother Hyde, she ignored him and did not want to see him again. After this, she and Wendy started their journey towards the Witch Cooperation Association. When Nightingale came to the end of her story, she waited for a moment, but when she felt that Roland was still immersed in her past, she left the room to retire for the night. As for Roland, after a long time, he had finally collected himself and remembered that Nightingale once said that every witch had a long history of bitterness. If they could reach their day of adulthood, they could even be considered lucky. While Roland crossed over, it was fortunate that he had become a prince. The next morning, Roland went to visit Wendy in Nightingale¡¯s room. After a night of rest, Wendy¡¯s color looked a lot better, and the previously injured arm looked totally healed. Despite her still being weak, she sat up and bowed to pay tribute to the Prince. ¡°I already know about you, thank you for saving the life of Nightingale.¡± Roland took a parchment out of his pocket and went straight to the point, ¡°There is no doubt that with Cara as their leader, it will be impossible for you to return to the Witch Cooperation Association. So, it would be better for you to stay in Border Town and work for me. If you agree, you only need to put down your signature on this contract. You will get the same salary like Anna, and every month you will get a gold royal.¡± ¡°Your Highness ¡­¡± Nightingale blinked hesitantly. Roland knew what she wanted to say. After all, this would change her life. In addition, after Wendy had saved her life in the mountains, Nightingale didn¡¯t want Roland to force her to make a decision immediately. In Nightingale¡¯s view, as long as Wendy stayed in Border Town for some time, she would certainly come to their side. ¡°I would like it too if I wasn¡¯t forced to talk about this in such a hurry, but some things become a little more dangerous with every day of delay.¡± Roland paused for a moment, but Wendy didn¡¯t interrupt him and quietly waited for him to continue, ¡°I think I may know a method to how a witch can survive her day of awakening without any pain.¡± This remark brought a loud outburst from the two witches who asked with one voice, ¡°What?¡± ¡°It¡¯s just my speculation and there is no tangible evidence.¡± appeased Roland, ¡°But I think I know the reason why witches in the camp suffered less pain compared to their life in hiding. The only difference between both situations was, while they were hiding their identity as a witch, they didn¡¯t use their magic power, but during their life within the camp, they had to use their ability to maintain daily operations. ¡° Wendy nodded her head, ¡°You¡¯re¡­ that¡¯s right.¡± ¡°And in Anna¡¯s case, she trained her ability daily before her day of adulthood, and she even fell into a coma because of overdrawing her magic power. When she finally regained consciousness, she had overcome the most difficult hurdle as a witch, and even without any injury.¡± ¡°So, I think this is probably the key to conquer the Demons Bite that attacks your body. I believe that a witch is a kind of magic container, and during adolescence, the witch is always accumulating magic. When this magic exceeds the body¡¯s tolerance level, it causes harm to the witch¡¯s own body, and the Demons Bite itself is dated with the witch¡¯s day of awakening, the witch¡¯s most powerful moment.¡± ¡°So if a witch can continually release her magic, constantly keeping her magic on a safe level, maybe the torture the witch would have to go through during the day of awakening would be greatly reduced, or even completely disappear.¡± Roland paused for a moment to let them think, and then he said, ¡°As the lord of Border Town, I can offer your witches a safe place to use their magic. No one will arrest, send you to a trial, or even put you to death for using it. If my guess is correct, then there is no doubt, that Border Town will be the end of your long pursuit of the Holy Mountain.¡± A witch was taught from the beginning that her dangerous capability was given by the devil. After endless suffering, the witch would feel that it wasn¡¯t her own strength but instead that her power was a curse, starting a vicious circle. The more the witch didn¡¯t want to use her magic, the stronger the bite would be. Directly after the crossing, Roland¡¯s attitude towards this force was the completely opposite. After going through the memories of the old 4th Prince and ruling out the existence of a God, he had simply seen the magic as a kind of energy, an energy which was controlled by their own willpower. Wendy was silent for a long time, but then she asked, ¡°When I sign the contract and agree to work for you, then I want to know first¡­ what will I need to do for you?¡± During the past few centuries, because of their unique abilities, some witches were bought by a few ambitious people and were secretly imprisoned, used as consumable tools. Although the Church would look for and punish such behavior, it was still difficult to ban. In addition, they used to be ruthless towards the witches. Once they had lost their value, their fates could be described as a spectacle too horrible to endure. Of course, Roland had also heard of these cases, but he took a fancy to the long-term interests and believed that this was a win-win situation for everyone. So, he smiled and replied, ¡°The first thing you need to do is practice your ability repeatedly until you fully grasp it ¨C just like Anna.¡± Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Curiosity Three days later, in the castle back garden. ¡°Sister Anna ¡­¡± Nana pulled at Anna¡¯s gown and called her name to get her attention. ¡°Yes?¡± The latter turned around and asked. ¡°What do you think about Sister Nightingale ¡­ don¡¯t you think she has been behaving a little weirdly?¡± ¡°Weirdly?¡± Anna was confused, ¡°Do you mean how she has been dressing herself lately?¡± Nightingale stood at Roland¡¯s side, just like the many times before, but this time she was not wearing her usual gown with the strange pattern. Instead, she was now dressed like Anna and wore the strange clothing His Highness had invented. Although Anna did not want to admit it, the new attire accentuated Nightingale¡¯s tall figure¨C her shapely legs, slim waist, as well as her long curly hair most vividly. Together with her cloak and pointed hat, anyone would let their gaze roam all over her body. ¡°I wasn¡¯t talking about her clothes.¡± Nana muttered, ¡°Don¡¯t you think that her tone of voice when speaking with His Highness and the expression in her eyes when she looks at him have become different compared to before?¡± ¡°Have they?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Nana didn¡¯t know what to say, but then she gave up, ¡°Well, sister Anna, later when it¡¯s too late, don¡¯t come to me and say that I didn¡¯t warn you.¡± Unable to make head or tail of it, Anna shook her head and ignored Nana, focusing on the two new witches¡¯ bodies instead. The first one she looked at was named Lightning. Her general size was the same as Nana¡¯s, but she wore particularly unusual clothes. When Anna roughly counted, she discovered that Lightning had at least twelve seamed pockets on her piece of rag-like coat. As for the other witch Wendy, she didn¡¯t wear the same body-concealing clothes Nightingale wore before, but on her ordinary and casual womens clothes she had the exact same pattern that Nightingale¡¯s previous clothes had printed on them. However, she had something that didn¡¯t sit right with Anna. The other one¡¯s chest was ¡­ too grand. ¡°Since you both have agreed to sign the contract, we can now start with your training for the first time.¡± Roland was finally at ease and started the training of his two new witches, issuing instructions. ¡°Lightning, you go first.¡± ¡°Yeah!¡± Lightning was so happy to start first that she threw her hands in the air as she stepped out of the shed. At the moment, only a few snowflakes floated in the air and no wind was blowing, so the little girl gently floated in the air and waited for Roland¡¯s next command. ¡°Show me your fastest speed!¡± Roland looked upwards and shouted to her. ¡°All right, look at me.¡± she gave him a thumbs up, went into a starting position, and then quickly flew around the castle. Roland visually calculated her flying speed and came to the result that her flying speed should have been between 60 and 80 kilometers per hour. These numbers were based on his own experiences of driving back in his old world. For a single flight, this speed couldn¡¯t be counted as fast, since it was similar to an ordinary dove. However, Roland had heard that she could carry Nightingale and Wendy during their journey back to Border Town. That feat was a lot more impressive compared to her speed. What would that mean if she could lift up a weight of more than 100 kilograms? In Roland¡¯s eyes, he could already see Lightning carrying a 100 kilogram bomb¡­ However, the next trial broke his wishful thinking. When the weight was more than 50 kilograms, Lightning¡¯s flying height decreased sharply. From the previous hundred meter altitude, she suddenly fell down to only ten meters. While carrying nearly 100 kilograms of weight, she could only reach a height of 2 meters. That is to say, if he turned Lightning into an incarnate bomber, even when only carrying a few kilograms of explosives, she would enter the range of crossbows and become an easy target to shoot down. So Roland came up with new ideas for this young witch ¨C whether it was as a scout or as an investigator for the right place for a bombardment, she would be an excellent candidate. Previously, Roland seemed to have hit a wall with his plans, but now he could see a glimmer of hope again. * While the Prince tested Lightning¡¯s flying abilities, Wendy stood by quietly at his side, closely analyzing Roland¡¯s every expression. In the fifteen years of wandering after her departure from the monastery, she had seen many different kinds of people. Commoners, farmers, artisans, soldiers and nobles, it didn¡¯t matter who it was, but they would all have the same reaction. As long as they didn¡¯t know that she was a witch, they showed her desire and love, but when they became aware of the fact that she was a witch their desire and love would instantly convert into fear and hatred. Every time she saw this despicable behavior, Wendy wanted to vomit. She thought she would only be partnered with witches for the rest of her life and never be accepted by a man. This was also the reason why she refused Nightingale¡¯s offer ¡­ not out of mistrust, but because she was afraid of getting her heart broken once more. However, Roland Wimbledon had already changed her opinion. He looked at them with the same expression as he looked at common people ¨C like he had already seen witches thousands of times. When she met Roland for the first time in Nightingale¡¯s room, she had thought that he hid his aversions towards witches extremely well. She also believed that another reason he didn¡¯t show any contempt was because Nightingale stood directly beside her. However, during the next few days she discovered that the expression on his face was still the same. Could it be that the ability of a member of the Royal Family to hide their true intention is much better than us commoners? Another changing point was the contract. Previously, Wendy had thought that it would only be a formality. But when she began to read it, she found it filled with dense clauses. It didn¡¯t only list their responsibilities, but it also stated their own rights. This is simply inconceivable! It still put the witch in his army, but it didn¡¯t deprive them of their liberty. Instead, it was quite generous to them. Could this still be called a contract? For example, Article 2.1 (It was the first time that Wendy saw such a structure), the witch could have paid leave, which meant that she would still get money even on the days she didn¡¯t work. Next, the witch should complete experimental projects according to the employer¡¯s orders, but when part of the project was too difficult to complete, wasn¡¯t timely possible, produced discomfort, or caused the witch to feel that it was too dangerous, the witch could ask for changes or reject the experimental project. Then, the next clause said that the employer should provide for and guarantee the safety of the witch. The employer was responsible for the witch¡¯s accommodation, food ,and salary. When one part of the condition was not met, the witch was allowed to unilaterally suspend the contract. Wendy thought these articles were a bit prolix, but they expressed their meaning very clearly. After signing the contract, the witch wouldn¡¯t be turned into the Prince¡¯s possession. Sure, she had to do his biddings, but she also had equal rights and was always able to say no. Due a contract like this, she finally felt the sincerity of the other side ¨C if it was only for appearance, it wasn¡¯t necessary to write such a detailed list of treaties. Coming to this conclusion, Wendy couldn¡¯t help herself from looking at Nightingale. Wendy was very clear of everything Nightingale had to go through, and she also knew how deep the other one¡¯s disgust of nobles sat. But now, when Nightingale spoke with Roland, her tone and demeanor showed so many different kinds of emotions ¨C I¡¯m afraid even she isn¡¯t aware of these changes. Two months ago, she left the camp of the Witch Cooperation Association in the direction of Border Town. Only in two short months, Nightingale has already begun to completely trust this man. She would rather cut off all her relations with the Witch Cooperation Association than to never see Border Town again. In her heart it was very likely that she already saw the place beside Roland Wimbledon more as her real home than the Witch Cooperation Association. It¡¯s very sad about what happened to Mentor Cara. She, as the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association, had forgotten how important every surviving sister was. Wendy knew that there was no way she could ever go back. Since fate had brought her to this place, why shouldn¡¯t she believe in the choice Nightingale had made? Just the same, like she always believed in the choices I made ¨C ¡°Wendy?¡± ¡°Ah ¡­¡± With this shout, Wendy was brought back out of her daydreams, only to discover that Lightning had already finished her tests and that now everyone was waiting for her. Giving everyone an apologetic smile, she walked out of the shed. You have already made your decision, so now you have to go through with it. Plus, you cannot lose to the younger generation, right? But at this moment, the horn call could be heard from the west again. The sound echoed in the mountains, breaking the tranquility of the town. Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Ominous Sign There had already been several instances before when the horn was blown. Each time, several dozens of demonic beasts had attacked, mostly one after another, but every time the skilled militia had been able to push them back. So when Roland heard the sound of the horn once more, he did not panic. He calmly suspended the training and sent Wendy and Lightning back to the castle to rest. He also ordered Anna to protect Nana who would go to the medical center to wait for the arrival of wounded soldiers. Roland himself rushed to the walls with Nightingale. Unexpectedly, when Lightning heard Roland¡¯s orders, she began to protest, ¡°Though I¡¯m already such an experienced explorer of the western border of the continent, I have yet to witness a large-scale attack by demonic beasts! If I don¡¯t grasp this chance, I¡¯m not worthy to call myself an explorer any longer. So, I plead you, Your Highness, let me travel together with you!¡± Roland did not hesitate for the slightest moment to reject the young witch¡¯s plea and told Wendy to make sure that Lightning would behave. After all, they weren¡¯t allowed to lose any time when a horde of demonic beasts attacked. Then, he looked at Nightingale and asked her if she was ready to go. She nodded, took hold of Roland¡¯s hand, and took him into the fog with herself, moving straight in the direction of the wall ¨C once he knew that Nightingale could bring any other object she was in contact with along with her into the fog, Roland immediately became hooked to this kind of travel. In the fog, they could travel straight through obstacles and ignore terrain. They were able to cross several meters with one step, so this kind of traveling was very enjoyable. When they arrived at the foot of the wall, Roland found a corner where no one could see him and stepped out of the fog to walk to the outlook alone. Looking into the distant wilderness, he could only see a world of white instead of the expected grand demonic beast invasion. Was this a false alarm? He could also feel the confusion coming from the direction of the militia, who had already taken their defense positions. When the Prince finally found Iron Axe, Roland saw that he had a serious expression while staring into the distance with his hands tightly grasping the horn. When Roland arrived next to him, Roland immediately asked: ¡°Did you sound the alarm?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness, you see ¡­¡± Iron Axe voice was much drier than usual, ¡°That guy came.¡± That guy? Roland looked carefully in the direction Iron Axe pointed at. There in the far distance, he could make out a faint black spot that was nearly invisible even in front of a pure white background, very difficult to be spotted. The rule was that only if it was determined that the patrol couldn¡¯t resolve the problem, they were allowed to sound the horn. Knowing this, Iron Axe as a seasoned hunter must have had his reasons. ¡°That is a hybrid species,¡± Iron Axe had to swallow and calm himself before continuing, ¡°The last time I encountered this bird was six years ago.¡± Is it really a hybrid species? Roland frowned. Theoretically, evil beasts would attack Longsong Stronghold until the point that all of them had died ¨C possessing no intelligence, the beasts had no concept of retreat in their minds. The defense of the Longsong Stronghold had never been broken, but this hybrid beast not only survived, but was even able to live after six years? Thinking about what this could mean, Roland could detect a faint feeling of foreboding within his heart. However, the demonic beast was so far away that Roland could only vaguely see a black spot while Iron Axe was able to clearly distinguish the type of demonic beast. Iron Axe¡¯s vision had to be really amazing. Perhaps he had misinterpreted it, the Prince thought hopefully. The demonic beast didn¡¯t make Roland wait too long, it soon began to move closer to the walls, allowing everyone to notice its unique body. It didn¡¯t have the large body like the previous hybrid beasts had, but instead, it looked like an enlarged version of a cat at first glance. However, on its back, it had a pair of wings that covered its body on both sides when they weren¡¯t spread out. Its head looked like that of a lion, but with an extra pair of eyes ¨C if the extra eyes it had weren¡¯t for decoration, then it wouldn¡¯t need to turn its head to see every movement made in the area at its rear. Carter and several hunters had loaded their flintlocks and were prepared to take the challenge. However, the Lion Hybrid didn¡¯t attack straightaway, but instead stopped outside of the crossbow firing range, carefully taking in everything. The distance it stopped at was within the effective range of their flintlocks, but the probability that the first salve would hit was almost zero. Not long after it stopped, it suddenly leaped towards the left side, spread its wings, and took off with its huge body. As Iron Axe had previously said, it could fly or glide a short distance. After it crossed over the barriers, the hybrid demonic beast quickly flew towards the western end of the walls, attacking the unguarded area of the wall. Seeing all this, Roland¡¯s heart madly began to thump. It felt like a nightmare come true. It had observed its enemy and judged their strength, detected and attacked their weakness, proving that it possessed high intelligence ¨C which was previously the weakness of demonic beasts. They occasionally attacked the weakness of their prey, but that was an instinct honed by many generations over thousands of years. When facing an unknown opponent, they would not judge or even more, attack their target after long analysis. What did having intelligence mean? Humanity relied on its remarkable brain with outstanding capabilities to climb to the top of the food chain from nascent prairie life. For the moment, Roland did not dare to reflect on it. Instead, he waved his hand, and told his Chief Knight, Iron Axe and his hunter squat to follow him to shoot down the demonic beast. It rushed towards the unmanned segment and jumped straight over the wall, easily leaving the wall behind it, and ran straight towards the residential district, disregarding the whole hunter team as if they were nothing. ¡°The Beast!¡± Roland shouted loudly, ¡°The second militia team go to the wall and temporarily defend the wall. The first team will come with me!¡± At this point, the new team had not had enough time to get trained. With this move, he could lead them away from the battle, but if the demonic beast came back, they could attack it separately. Carter led the guards to follow the prince. They were the group with the strongest individual strength and were ready to face the enemy at any time. Behind them followed Iron Axe who was leading the team of hunters equipped with guns. After entering the old areas, they couldn¡¯t see very far since their view was blocked by the houses. With narrow roads covered by snow, they had to be careful and limit their actions. Hoping to find traces of the demonic beast, Roland was afraid that there was no other possibility than to disperse his team into many small ones and let them walk through the streets. He regretted that he didn¡¯t let Lightning follow them. If he had a witch who could investigate the situation from the air, he wouldn¡¯t need to split his team and send them into every direction. After searching for around ten minutes, they suddenly heard some townspeople scream from deep within an alley. Changing their direction, the team rapidly advanced toward the source of the sound. Because most of the militia were people from the old district, they immediately found their way through the many small streets, making it appear as if they were taking a walk in their backyards. Finally arriving at the source of the sound, Roland saw a man bitten into two parts with his internal organs scattered all over the ground, obviously dead. ¡°My God ¡­ it¡¯s Iron Fork, I know him!¡± someone shouted. ¡°Damn, in which direction did it run?¡± asked another. ¡°Look! The beast is right over there!¡± Suddenly someone shouted. Shortly after the voice fell, a dark shadow swept out from the house on the right side. Accompanied by debris from scattered wood, it flew directly through the wooden wall of a hut and directly attacked the first line of militia, pawing and biting them. Iron Axe was the first one to react. He wanted to shoot the beast with his gun, but he discovered that his view was blocked by the other members of the militia. Trying to get the right opportunity to shoot, he squeezed himself through the crowd and walked step by step in the direction toward the hybrid species. Other hunters also discovered that they had the same problem and took their guns under their arms before jumping on the eaves or climbing up the roofs. The hybrid species didn¡¯t care about the approaching men. It spread its wings, stood up on its hind legs and began to shake around the soldier it had bitten, spraying blood everywhere. Seeing this scene sent the crowd into a panic, causing the crowd to fearfully step back. When the hybrid species got some space it tried to jump, but in this moment a shot hit it. Suddenly, several black flowers bloomed on the monster¡¯s fur. The hybrid species which was hit by several lead balls roared in anger, threw away the prey in its mouth, and jumped in the direction of the hunters on the roof. When the demonic beast appeared above the crowd, it came directly into Iron Axe¡¯s view, who quickly raised his gun and aimed at the beast in front of him and pulled the trigger. It was nearly impossible to miss a shot this close. It was even so close that the gunpowder entered the nose of the demonic beast. The velocity of the bullet wasn¡¯t reduced as it went straight through the target¡¯s eyes and penetrated its brain. The body of the demonic beast became stiff and suddenly fell towards the ground. Chapter 66 Chapter 66 (Battle of Hermes Part 1) ¡­¡­ As the freezing cold rain fell, it diluted the smell of blood that covered the whole of New Holy City. While in these inhuman conditions, Alicia was fighting for her life by swinging her great sword while violently panting. It wasn¡¯t her first time participating in the battle to defend Hermes, but she had never thought that there would come a day when the New Holy city could fall. The walls were completely destroyed. In her whole life, Alicia had never seen such a horrible monster. A huge worm-like hybrid beast came out of the ground and pressed its body close to the glacier cliff, drilling its bone claws into the cliff and climbing up the wall step by step. Even when it had reached the top, its lower body still hadn¡¯t left the ground completely. If it had only a huge body it wouldn¡¯t have been such a disaster, but none of them could expect what had happened next. When the huge hybrid species opened its mouth, a horde of demonic beasts rushed out and turned the wall into hell within seconds. Originally, it could still be said that everyone in her team was calm and prepared, but when the demonic beasts attacked, everything was broken and turned into disorder. During the chaos, Alicia was separated from her squad, so she could only helplessly watch as one of her comrades was swallowed by a demonic beast. Warm human blood and black monster blood mixed together and flowed along the grooves on the stone-paved floor. When the horn gave the signal to retreat, Holy City¡¯s mangonels began to fire, dropping granite blocks the size of half a person from the sky, totally disregarding that many defenders were still fighting on the city walls. Alicia could still clearly remember the image when her Captain was hit on the side of his head by a stone. When she got up from the floor and was finally able to look at him, she saw that he was embedded into the stone floor together with his armor. Folded together like a parchment, his intestines were dripping out of his opened abdomen, and his hot blood pooled into small puddles. Alicia thought, If I hadn¡¯t thrown myself onto the ground at the last second when I discovered the stone, I¡¯m afraid I would have ended up just like him! As for how she exactly archived to stay alive and return from the walls, Alicia wasn¡¯t able to clearly remember it. She was only surrounded by yelling and cursing; everyone was frantically waving their arms, trying to defend themselves, but in the end, who they were hitting was unknown and it didn¡¯t matter if they hit a demonic beast or one of their own. From her own team, which started with one hundred soldiers, only twelve survived, including herself. ¡°What to do next, Captain!¡± ¡°Captain Alicia!¡± Since Alicia had survived, she was to take over the post of captain, as per the military regulations. If the captain was killed during the battle, the vice-captain would take over the post of captain and lead the team to continue the war. To clear her head, Alicia bit her lips until an iron taste filled her mouth, then she finally decided, ¡°We will go to the North Gate. If the demonic beasts want to leave the New Holy City they have to pass through that point.¡± Following this order meant that they gave up the area between the walls and the whole inner city, but she had no other choice. There was no place comparable to the Central Church ¨C nothing was more important than the Hermes Cathedral. She didn¡¯t say it aloud, but everyone knew that with only 12 people, they couldn¡¯t play an important part in defending the walls. In her heart, Alicia prayed, Maybe today will be the day I will die while defending the kingdom. May God be kind to me. However, to the outside world, she shouted, ¡°Verdict will never give up! We will march!¡± ¡°Verdict will never give up!¡± shouted the others in union. Alicia¡¯s team of twelve followed her and trotted in the direction of the Northern Gate. During their run, the sound of the war became less and less clear under the rain and blowing wind until it completely died down. Upon her arrival at the North Gate, Alicia saw that there was already a crowd of survivors from other squads in front of the drawbridge. Evidently, they were thinking the same thing. This made her heart feel a little better. However, in this time of crisis, they actually let down the drawbridge. Seeing this, Alicia began to frown and walked towards the handsome warrior in charge who was wearing the standard red robe of a presiding judge. She gave him a salute, ¡°Presiding Judge, Sir, I¡¯m the captain of the fourth battalion advance team, Alicia Quinn! ¡° ¡°I¡¯m Tucker Thor, responsible for the defense of the North Gate. You¡¯ve worked hard,¡± the man nodded acknowledgingly and said, ¡°We have set up the emergency area at the other side of the gate, if your team has any injured you can send them there.¡± ¡°Your honor, I don¡¯t understand why you aren¡¯t raising the drawbridge in this time of crisis? The demonic beasts on the wall can attack us at any moment, we must ensure that they don¡¯t conquer the inner city.¡± ¡°Calm down, captain! I know that you and your team are not afraid to sacrifice yourself for the greater cause, but that sacrifice would now be meaningless. We are still far from the Church¡¯s point of no return,¡± he tried to calm Alicia down, and wiped the rain from his brow then continued, ¡°We have to work together. If you run out of pills to expel the cold, remember to ask the quartermaster for more.¡± When the Presiding Judge reminded her, Alicia finally recognized that she was totally frozen. After she left the heat of the battlefield behind her, the cold rain and the sweat on her body mixed together, almost turning her into an ice puppet. Facing the forever blowing ice-cold wind, she couldn¡¯t suppress her body from shivering any longer. She grasped into her sheepskin vest pocket to pull out a bag whose contents she then dumped into her hand, only to find a viscous liquid flow out. It seemed that she had accidentally damaged the pills during the battle. Finding nothing valuable, she sighed, raised her head disappointed, only to discover a new cold expelling pill in front of her. ¡°Take and eat it.¡± Tucker Thor said while reassuringly smiling at her, ¡°When the moment comes again I may ask you for the favor to be returned.¡± Alicia didn¡¯t try to be polite, she immediately took the pill and swallowed it, ¡°Maybe we won¡¯t have a next time where we need this kind of stuff.¡± ¡°Yes, well, that would also be alright,¡± Tucker actually nodded in approval, ¡°If I have to choose I would choose death instead of eating the pill.¡± Just when his voice fell, a strong smell of fish washed up from Alicia¡¯s stomach. Even the stomach-churning smell of death in the city didn¡¯t have such a disgusting taste. She didn¡¯t feel like she had eaten a pill. Instead, she thought she had eaten a mixture of flesh and blood, releasing an unbearable tingling feeling from her abdomen into her body. However, the chill faded suddenly, followed by a hot flow of blood through her whole body. Alicia¡¯s body temperature was slowly restored to her normal temperature so that the already frozen sweat began to fall down. Her head also began to release water vapor and then finally she could feel her numb toes again. ¡°But we won¡¯t die today,¡± seeing her eat the pill, the presiding judge waved his hand, ¡± At the moment, the God¡¯s Army of Punishment is rushing over from the Cathedral. When they arrive here, the demonic beasts won¡¯t be able to pass the North Gate. Take your people and send them to the assembly, and also remember to let them check if they still have their pills so that they don¡¯t end like you and discover that their pills were destroyed when they needed it the most.¡± The God¡¯s Army of Punishment is the strongest elite arm in the Church! Alicia had already heard of them long before, but she had never witnessed them fight. But ¡­ even if the God¡¯s Army of Punishment was as powerful as the rumors said, they were still humans right? With a human body alone, no matter how hard they trained, they couldn¡¯t easily beat a crowd of mixed species. But since the presiding judge said so, she had no way out from sending her eleven survivors to the north gate, close to the western side of the assembly. Hundreds of troops had been gathered here after their retreat. They were standing in groups of two or three in the cold rain, disregarding the cold water that was flowing down their cheeks. Some of them even sat on the ground with a listless look on their faces. Only a small number of people had lined up a neat row, waiting for the enemy to arrive at any possible time. If it were still some days ago, Alicia would certainly have stood up and scolded them, but now, she was at a loss. In order to establish this New Holy City, countless people were buried here. It could even be said that each brick was built with the blood of believers and people sent by the military trial. The Bishop had often said that Hermes was built on holy ground, the Capital of the Kingdom of God. Today, however, the Kingdom of God seemed to be falling by the hands of the demonic beasts. ¡°The demonic beasts are coming!¡± someone suddenly shouted, ¡°take your positions to meet the enemy!¡± Alicia shouted loudly to raise the spirits of the soldiers, lifted her sword, and gazed at the fast-approaching horde: ¡°For Hermes!¡± ¡°- For the New Holy City!¡± Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Battle of Hermes (Part 2) The expected final battle didn¡¯t happen. A soldier went to a woman standing in the front line and pressed against her sword to keep her back. ¡°Stand back.¡± His voice wasn¡¯t loud, but it was still clear and strong. Alicia noticed that even after the intervention of this unknown person, her side was still holding their positions. Looking closer, she could see a ¡°I¡± on the man¡¯s sleeve and under it was written ¡°God¡¯s Army of Punishment¡± She tilted her head, and not far from them a team of tall warriors rushed out of the North gate. They were all dressed in the same whole body armor, which had a silver sheen under the rain, and their red cloaks waved in the wind. However, all of them had different weapons, some were holding swords and shields while others were holding halberds or Iron Axes. After they crossed the bridge, they didn¡¯t march as a team. Instead, they spread out and went straight against the incoming demonic beasts. What kind of tactic is this? They are creating a total mess! They faced the demonic beasts with power and speed that exceeded what was humanly possible by far. Do they want to fight the demonic beasts completely alone and without any order? Moreover, how could we let the God¡¯s Army of Punishment fight alone against the demonic beasts? ¡°We have to support them!¡± ¡°No,¡± the unknown man shook his head, looking somewhat gloomy, ¡°You have to stay back. If you rush into the fight, you will only drag them down.¡± Drag them down? Alicia angrily stared at the man, could it be that her impression of the man was wrong? Was this person just a cowardly man? She clenched the hilt of her sword, ready to immediately join the battle ¨C although the future of the New Holy City was unknown, at the moment of their biggest crisis when they had to face the enemy, she was only allowed to stand by as others fought for them. Before she could even take two steps forward, an incredible scene happened in front of her. Something came flying down from the sky; its shape was just like a Fallen Angel. Its huge wings were covered in gray feathers, and completely open, it had a wingspan of more than twelve feet. It had a head like a bird, but also a pair of long horns and barbed claws capable of cutting through a warrior¡¯s breastplate like they were butter. A vertical drop from the sky was the beast¡¯s prefered kind of attack, covert and difficult to defend against. Even when holding a heavy shield, soldiers wouldn¡¯t be able to defend themselves; the huge impact force would shatter their arms and crush their rib cages. Many soldiers had already died from their attack without any chance to retaliate. Their only chance to shake it off was by throwing themselves towards the ground, diving away from the dangerous blow. But the members of God¡¯s Army of Punishment didn¡¯t think about dodging. A warrior wearing silver armor took a firm stand against the enemy, and at the last moment he reached out with his hands and grasped the incoming claws with his hands. The impact force was so strong that a screeching sound could be heard. The warrior bent his right foot while straightening his left foot, stretching out his arms and forming so a straight line with his body, creating a counterpart with enough power to repel the impact. When another warrior saw that the demonic beast came to a stop in the air, he threw a javelin. The javelin was so fast that Alicia could only see a silver flash. It precisely went through the beast¡¯s head, directly shattering it at the moment of impact. The warrior who was still holding the beast¡¯s claws threw the twitching body away. His arms were abnormally bent, it seemed that the bones in his arms had been broken. Apparently, he hadn¡¯t survived the impact without any injuries, but he calmly took his iron ax and began to kill demonic beasts again. They were only relying on manpower to withstand this herd of monsters. Seeing this, Alicia could not believe her eyes. Hundreds of soldiers of the God¡¯s Army of Punishment poured into the herd of demonic beasts. Due to their red cloaks, it seemed as if they had merged into a powerful flood of blood, abruptly stopping the enemy from moving forward. She now understood what the soldier meant when he said they would ¡°drag¡± them down. These warriors seemed to have the ability of ten men. Each of them had the strength, agility and reaction time comparable to that of a demonic beast ¨C no, they seemed to be even stronger. In front of them, ordinary demonic beasts seemed to be almost like little children. ¡°They are too much!¡± Alicia could feel joy from the bottom of her heart. With such a strong group of warriors, Hermes¡¯ Cathedral would never fall! ¡°Ah, yes, I never asked you for your name, my name is Alicia Quinn, and what is your name, Captain? It appears that you already knew the fighting abilities of the God¡¯s Army of Punishment?¡± The Captain looked Alicia directly in the eyes, his look was as freezing cold as the rain. When he finally responded, he didn¡¯t give her his name, he only muttered: ¡°My brother is a member of the God¡¯s Army of Punishment.¡± * ¡°It appears that we will win.¡± said Bishop Mayne, who stood at the topmost level of the Cathedral, looking out of the window. Here, at the highest point of the New Holy City, he used a telescope to look over more than half of the battlefield. ¡°Let the mangonels stop their attack, our army will soon start an attack to reclaim the city walls.¡± ¡°You know that winning wasn¡¯t the main point, right?¡± Suddenly, another voice could be heard. The possessor of the voice wore the same gold clothes like Bishop Mayne, but the only difference was that his voice was much older, ¡°The important part of this fight was that the armies of the four Kingdoms were destroyed.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. This way, their defensive lines will be rendered useless.¡± said the last person. She seemed to be the youngest person in this trio, appearing to be around her early thirties and also the only woman within the three archbishops. ¡°Their standing army of more than 5,000 well-equipped and well-trained soldiers and also nearly a thousand knights were immediately taken out of the picture. They will need four to five years to rebuild their troops. Ah ¡­¡± She let out a moan, and happily continued, ¡°It¡¯s really such a wonderful day.¡± ¡°But in order to achieve this purpose, we had to sacrifice many of our own soldiers, they were the backbone of the Church,¡± Mayne sighed, ¡°If this wasn¡¯t the fastest plan to achieve our desired goal, I really didn¡¯t want to sent all of our soldiers into this purgatory.¡± The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully and then said, ¡°We had no other choice, the wild beasts had appeared, which was described in the Holy Book. Following the descriptions in the book, there is not much time left. So, if we do not unify the entire continent and force all the Kingdom under one rule, only death will await us.¡± ¡°Destruction is actually nothing bad.¡± said the woman while laughing frivolously, ¡°Humans are always greedy, have malicious intent, and only see nothing but personal profit. Under the name and banner of righteousness they do much worse things than even the demonic beasts, maybe even the devil from hell would treat us better than we humans each other.¡± ¡°Heather!¡± shouted the man angrily while pulling his beard, ¡°Your comments can be counted as treason and heresy against the will of God, do you want to die?!¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to take it to your heart, Tayfun,¡± Heather shrugged disregarding, her face full of disapproval, ¡°The person in charge of this tribunal is me, not you. Besides, do you really think that it¡¯s important to God whether we survive or not? How do you know that he is more caring than the devil?¡± ¡°You ¡­!¡± ¡°Enough! Tayfun! Heather!¡± shouted Mayne in displeasure, ¡°That is enough for today. I need to report to the Pope, you both will go now and complete the mission.¡± ¡­¡­ After they left, Mayne stood in front of the window overlooking the north ¨C with the Mountain of despair in the background, a never ending snow-covered winter land, and in the west, laid the barbarian territory. There laid the beginning of everything. He knew that Bishop Tayfun was right, the soldiers in the God¡¯s Army of Punishment were too precious. To join, one not only needed to be faithful but also a strong willpower to survive the transformation afterwards. After nearly a century of accumulation, the Church was only able to save one thousand soldiers. If they wanted to fight the demons, this number was not enough. But the North could only support so many warriors. If they wanted more warriors, they had no other choice than to unify the continent. Of course, Bishop Heather was also correct. She served as the Church¡¯s judge, holding trials for thousands of witches. Whether they were good or bad witches, they were all gathered and killed with the most savage methods. The higher your position was within the church, the more you could clearly feel, God wasn¡¯t good but he also wasn¡¯t bad. ¡°How do you know that he cares more for us than the devil?¡± When he thought about Heather¡¯s words, Mayne couldn¡¯t help himself from laughing out aloud. I am afraid that only she has the talent to annoy Tayfun until he has nothing left to say. God didn¡¯t bless the world, nor did he show concern and care for the devil. God will only love the winning party. Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Funeral The funeral was held within an area south of Border Town, on the edge of the wasteland. To call it a wasteland wasn¡¯t correct. Van¡¯er didn¡¯t know when, but one day someone had built a small stone fence around this area. Since then, no one showed any interest in the piece of land. The wall was covered with thick snow, and when observed from afar it looked like it laid under a coat of silver. Although the wall wasn¡¯t high, it was easy to step over it. Whenever Van¡¯er saw this wall, he couldn¡¯t help himself from thinking about the city wall ¨C they both had the same color and shape. Until now, he had only heard from the traveling merchants about such a ritual. When an important member of the aristocracy or royal family died, the deceased¡¯s family would go to the cemetery together. There they would play some sad music, and everyone would be allowed to mourn the dead until the coffin was buried underground. The greater the deceased¡¯s noble status was, the greater the funeral would be. Even after their deaths, they still get better treatment than us commoners, thought Van¡¯er enviously. He asked himself, what will happen to my body after my death? Will they just dig a hole at the edge of the forest and throw me into it? Also, no one knows when the Months of the Demons will end, so there will be no guarantee that no demonic beast will come and dig out my body to eat it. To the people of Border Town, death wasn¡¯t something unknown. In particular, each winter when they were forced to live in Longsong Stronghold as refugees and live in shacks, many of them died of hunger and cold or died of diseases and injuries. That was already the norm. Nobody had the time and power to grieve for the deceased, the question of where to get the next piece of bread to eat was much more important. But today, His Highness actually wanted to hold a funeral for a soldier! I heard he unfortunately fell during the pursuit of the mixed species, his head was bitten off along with half of his body. Van¡¯er knew this unlucky guy, he could be considered as one of the known faces of the old district. No one knew his real name, everyone just called him Ali. Van¡¯er knew that Ali left behind a wife and two children; the older one was around six and the younger one had just learned to walk. Under normal circumstances, the family would be finished now. The widow could still find a new man to live with, but what man would also take in the two stepchildren? Because of this, many children were thrown on the street to let them fend for themselves. Most of these children would then go to a bar to attract customers and sell their flesh and die from strange diseases in the end. But His Highness really seems intent on honoring the promises he gave during the militia recruitment. When a soldier falls during the war, his family wouldn¡¯t only get his full payment, but also extra compensation. What had His Highness called it? Van¡¯er had to think for a moment. Ah ¡­ yes, he had called it a pension. And the money his wife gets is actually five gold royals! In addition, His Highness will provide them with enough food and charcoal every month, which means that even if his wife doesn¡¯t go to work, she will have enough to care for herself and her children. Well, it could be that these are only empty promises, but at least the gold royals are real. He had seen how His Highness had given the money to the Chief Knight, who later gave the money to Ali¡¯s wife. Hell, could it be that I¡¯m a little envious of Ali? No, no. Van¡¯er shook his head again and again, trying to expel this stupid thought. With my talent I don¡¯t have to sell myself so cheaply to care for my wife ¡­ after all, it is most likely that she will become someone else¡¯s wife then. After giving out the money, His Highness gave a short but captivating speech. In particular, the phrase ¡°while protecting his loved ones and the innocent, we will always remember him,¡± made the blood burn hotter within him. So that was the way it was, he thought, no wonder that in the recent days apart from bread and silver royals, I always thought to follow a greater goal ¨C at least during this winter, we will be able to survive by relying on our own power instead of hoping for the Longsong Stronghold¡¯s charity. The last part was the burial. Ali¡¯s coffin was let down into the previously dug pit. Then, the Chief Knight made all the militia members line up in front of the grave. Regardless of whether they were from the first team or the replacement, everyone had to step in front of the grave and throw in a shovel of earth into the grave. While queuing, the 200 hundred militia members stepped into their already all too familiar four columns. When it was Van¡¯er¡¯s turn, he suddenly felt that the shovel had become somewhat heavy as he took it. He could feel that all the members around him were watching every movement of his, making him slow down. When he finally stood to the side, Van¡¯er could see with his own eyes that the next person in line was now under the same pressure he previously felt. The tombstone was a rectangular piece of white stone, and there were also some words written on it, but he couldn¡¯t read them. Ali wasn¡¯t the first one who was buried in this place. Next to his grave stood another similar tombstone, covered by snow. When Van¡¯er was leaving, he saw the other new Vice-Captain Brian standing in front of a stone, slowly pouring a pot of ale on the tombstone. Van¡¯er couldn¡¯t help but think, if this becomes my last destination, it wouldn¡¯t be so bad. * ¡°Your Highness,¡± during the return back to the castle, Carter suddenly began to talk, ¡°what you did¡­ ¡° ¡°Was inappropriate?¡± continued Roland. ¡°No,¡± Carter thought for a moment, but in the end he only shook his head and answered, ¡°I don¡¯t know how to say it, but I think no one has ever treated his employees like this ¨C they have neither a title nor a family background, and most of them don¡¯t even have a last name.¡± ¡°But in the end, do you think what I did was right?¡± asked Roland once more. ¡°Well¡­¡± Roland smiled and laughed, he certainly knew that this kind of ceremony had a strong appeal to Carter, who was also always fighting for and protecting him. When people start to think who they are fighting for and why they are going to war, such a ceremony could be good motivation. For Carter, this change had an even greater meaning, now this kind of honor wasn¡¯t just a privilege for the nobility. During these times, the common people could already get the same training and teaching the nobility got, but now the civilians could also receive the honor of defending their homeland. The doubled sense of achievement was absolutely inexplicable. Of course, the introduction of the public funeral was just the beginning, Roland thought, he still had many ideas that could be used to enhance the collective sense of honor, such as using flags, playing military songs, establishing a heroic example and so on. It wasn¡¯t possible to produce such spirit out of thin air. Roland would only to be able to increase their sense of belonging step by step and always instilling the idea, until it gradually took effect. In order to ensure that the pension project was set in motion and reliable, Roland had arranged all of it by himself. Within the Town Hall, he had set up a group of people who were responsible for the payment of the food and charcoal. The further along Roland got on his way of upgrading Border Town, the heavier the pressure became on his shoulders. Even so, it seemed that the mining project and upgrading the people¡¯s living conditions was on the right track. With sufficient grain reserves, so far no one had starved or frozen to death. Compared to other towns and cities, this seemed to be a miracle, even in Graycastle, some people had to die during the winter. Even knowing all this, Roland thought that Border Town was still lacking in many places. His goals were much higher than this, but his range of operation had already reached his limit. His Assistant Minister Barov and his more than a dozen apprentices who he had brought with him were now controlling all the financial and administrative management of Border Town. If Roland wanted to further expand the department, just recruiting some management staff wasn¡¯t possible. Roland had already asked Barov if he still knew some prot¨¦g¨¦es colleague or favorite pupils, but the answer he got poured cold water on him: ¡°Even if I knew some, they wouldn¡¯t want to come. After all, Your Highness should know what kind of reputation you have right?¡± Well, that sounds kind of reasonable, but it was really depressing. When they were back in the castle backyard, Nightingale emerged out of the fog immediately giving Wendy, who was standing in front of the shed, a warm hug. Lightning was walking around the unfinished steam engine, looking at it, but when she saw Roland, she immediately pestered Roland to assemble and install the autonomous machine. Seeing all this, Roland thought that all his hard work was worth it. Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Cannon System Four days later in the backyard. Two deep holes were dug in the ground. Each hole was in a circular shape, and the deeper it went, the narrower its radius became. At ground level, its diameter was around 40 cm but its deepest part expanded to only 26 cm. These holes were the molds that Roland intended to use to produce his cannon prototypes. The inner walls of the holes were baked and hardened by Anna. She burned it so long that its surface was without any flaws, just like a shell. She began to harden the shell at the bottom and took all the air bubbles and scum with her as she moved upwards. During history, there were several sizes of cannons; Roland roughly remembered that the so-called six pound and eight pound cannons got their name from the weight of their shells. Roland¡¯s first step for producing a cannon was to produce several twelve-pound balls, and then calculate their sizes according to the diameter and the wall thickness of the cannon¡¯s shell. In the absence of measurement tools, Roland simply created his own custom standard. He took an iron rod and separated it into many small parts with the width of the smallest phalanx of his ring finger, hoping to come close to one centimeter. After that, he created many copies of the iron rods. The diameter of a twelve-pound iron ball, when measured with the new iron ruler, was around twelve centimeters. Because of this, the thinnest wall of the shell had to be four centimeters, and the rear end which was used as the detonation chamber would need to be seven centimeters thick to prevent self-explosion. As for length, there were many different kinds of cannons, like the cannons used on battleships, modern tanks, or antique front-loading artillery, so he really did not know which to choose. Taking into account that the shorter the tube, the lighter the cannon would be and the more materials could be saved. Roland dismissively waved his hand, I will just build a cannon with a length of 1.5 meters; if the tests results aren¡¯t satisfactory, I will adjust the length later. When the cannon was originally invented, it was built with a wooden core and strengthened with iron rings, just like a barrel. Roland still remembered that this kind of cannon had the risk of air leaking and self-explosion, thus it would be better to mold the cannon bodies completely at once. When drilling out the cannon with a steam engine, there was no difference in producing a 6-pound cannon or a 12-pound cannon. The so-called caliber was just a concept to differentiate between their sizes. If the muzzle was bigger, it became a 12 pounder. Everything beyond that couldn¡¯t be used as field artillery. But the exact weight of the shells or the cannon balls wasn¡¯t important as long as they shoot in a straight line. After all, he was only getting ideas from history and not replicating it. Roland took a deep breath, then he gave Anna the signal to start ¡°start now¡±. The latter nodded her head, took a steel ingot, and placed it over the hole. Under the power of her green flame, the ingot quickly turned red and began to melt, forming a small waterfall out of molten iron which flowed into the hole. The molten iron glowed red-orange and became so bright that it was hard to look at. In order to protect Anna¡¯s eyes, Roland specially set up a support frame at the edge of the hole. She just had to take a good position first and then she could lean against the support frame to produce the cannon without looking into the hole. The ingots were normally only used up slowly. After all, Anna alone couldn¡¯t start the era of hot steel, but producing a small batch wasn¡¯t a big problem ¨C the most difficult problem to solve was to hold the temperature at the same level, but with Anna¡¯s help he was able to produce a small batch of excellent quality steel. This was also the reason why Roland dared to produce a cannon of the size of five meters. Compared to the cannons produced out of bronze or iron, the cannon made out of steel was clearly much stronger. Even if Roland built the cannon in the wrong size, the probability that it would self-explode was much smaller. The amount of molten steel was continuing to rise within the hole, but the numbers of ingots were also becoming less and less. Seeing this, Roland couldn¡¯t help himself but feel some heartache. In the end, he only could wait until the time when he would be able to build some blast furnaces on his territory. The number of steel and iron ingots a noble could produce was one of the criteria used to measure strength and power during this time. When the two molds were filled, Anna¡¯s cheeks were bright red because of her effort. So, Roland took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from her nose away. Unable to accept this embarrassing care, Anna showed some resistance at the beginning, but after a few seconds she obediently closed her eyes and let Roland take care of her. Her face had a red shine from the light of the molten steel, causing Roland to think about taking a bite out of her. However, when he looked further down her neck, her exposed, slender clavicle entered his view. The both of them were so close together that Roland could smell her delicate fragrance. ¡°Ahem, well ¡­¡± Roland embarrassedly took the handkerchief away while trying to control his restless emotions, ¡°that was everything for today. Well done! I will tell the kitchen to specially prepare a pepper steak for you.¡± Now wasn¡¯t the right time, Roland thought, if I take action now, everyone will think that I am taking advantage of a vulnerable person. I will have to wait until she is completely free¡­ When Anna opened her eyes, she could feel that Roland had wiped away all her sweat, but his face seemed to be redder than before. She gently nodded to Roland and expressed her thanks. * In the next few days, Roland traveled between the castle and the North Slope Mine several times. In addition to cannons, he also needed to make a sufficient amount of boring tools. The production method of the boring tools for gun barrels and cannon barrels were quite similar. After their removal from the mold, Anna would heat them up again, so that they could be processed with a hammer. It was quite different from producing an ordinary knife. At first glance, it looked like a blunt iron rod. However, the only difference was that it had a gap on its head, which was used to discharge metal debris. At the last step, the iron was quenched to increase its hardness. The production method was quite different from modern high precision drills. After all, Roland only needed them to drill into iron. Taking their high wear rate into account, Roland and Anna produced five boring tools within a week. Thanks to this boring tools and the usage of the steam engine for drilling ¨C the production of the gun barrels rapidly increased from 2 each month to ten each day. After everything was ready, the miners would dig out the two cannon embryos, then clean the scum from the surface and transport them onto the carriage smithy. For the production of these two cannon embryos, nearly all of Roland¡¯s steel ingots were consumed, a priceless test. So Carter and his whole guard were responsible for the protection of the transport, which let the Chief Knight feel a little superfluous. Who would steal so much inflexible stuff? According to the requirements of the Prince, the blacksmith began to polish and flatten the appearance of the embryo, after the grindstone. When they had finished it, the embryos were delivered into the castle backyard. At this time they just looked like two solid iron bars with dark gray and rounded appearances, exuding a heavy metallic luster. Roland couldn¡¯t wait to start the drilling, so together with Carter he brought the embryo to the right place, and placed the tip of the cutter head at the top of the steel bar. With a face full of expectation, Roland pulled the valve on the steam engine. The boring tool slowly began to operate, but not much later it was already running at a steady speed. ¡°Begin!¡± the Prince loudly shouted. Hearing this, the Chief Knight pushed the sliding base down so that the boring tool came in contact with the embryo. When the tip of the boring tool came into contact with the embryo, a harsh noise which even overshadowed the noise of the steam engine could be heard. As lubricant they used lard, which was packed into the drilling, coming out of the wire as black foam. The onlooking witches withdrew from the wooden shed, and only Lightning insisted on staying. It seemed to her that looking at this machine was much more beautiful than any landscape. Please vote on the future of the commenting system! Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Spy (Part 1) ¡°Groundhog¡± Kohl was somewhat anxious as he looked out of the window. In this hell-like place, it was snowing without end. He thought that the sky looked exactly like his grandmother¡¯s sheets which she hadn¡¯t washed for years, both of them dirty and gray. Even though he couldn¡¯t see the sun, he still had another way to judge the hour. That ¡®way¡¯ was the militia training; as long as the weather permitted, the militia would run every morning (at 8 am) around the town square. The group of idiots had already started it a month before the Months of the Demons, but they were still doing it even now. Don¡¯t these people know that it¡¯s most important to save as much strength as possible during the winter so when the time comes that they truly need to run, they won¡¯t need to pray to God to lend them stronger legs? However, thanks to this bunch of idiots, he could now determine the right time to leave. That¡¯s right, Kohl wanted to flee this possessed town! Although he was ordered by the 2nd Prince to stay in Border Town to observe everything that the 4th Prince did and then send the gathered intelligence back to Valencia, But now, he had reached a point where he didn¡¯t want to stay any longer. His thoughts were, I¡¯m afraid that in less than two weeks I, along with this town¡¯s inhabitants will all become the Devil¡¯s sacrifices. This wasn¡¯t him being paranoid! Since the beginning of winter, one strange thing after another had happened. Perhaps other people weren¡¯t aware of it ¨C which to him, wasn¡¯t surprising. These townspeople don¡¯t have any experience; they¡¯re all country bumpkins! As long as they have enough to eat, they don¡¯t care even if the heavens were to fall down on them. But I¡¯m different, I¡¯m ¡°Groundhog¡± Kohl! Because my skills in stealing information and snooping for news are the best, His Highness Timothy himself hired me for this job. One night, when he had climbed over the city wall, he had discovered a strange weapon that was able to knock down demonic beasts, but of course, this wasn¡¯t the most startling discovery. The 4th Prince was openly working together with a witch! Merciful God, could there be anything more unholy than this? There can¡¯t be any other explanation, the Devil is controlling the 4th Prince! Even if the Prince only wanted to have a taste of a witch¡¯s flesh, he would surely only do that if he was hidden in his castle. It wasn¡¯t the first time for Kohl to hear that a noble had become addicted to the taste of witches ¨C after all, there were many aristocrats with strange habits, but it turned into a completely different matter when it was done in public. But this wasn¡¯t a delusion; he had seen it with his own eyes! Based on the principle ¡°those who are paid have to do the work¡±, every day, when the snow wasn¡¯t too high, Kohl walked towards the nearby city walls. There, he could often see the figure of the 4th Prince, doing his work. In the beginning, he had asked himself the question, what gave the incompetent and spoiled Prince the courage to stay in Border Town during the Months of the Demons, not piss in his own pants in terror, and run back towards Longsong Stronghold? But now he finally understood; the Prince had already been replaced by the Devil! He had been at his hiding place when the big demonic beast burst through the wall, which was then killed by the Devil¡¯s Thunder. The following rush of the demonic beasts was held back by the flames summoned by the witch. And it was exactly this witch who later threw herself into the arms of the Prince! He also had heard constant rumors from his neighbors. They talked about a witch who supposedly had the ability to heal wounds. The witch was said to have cured an injured boy; supposedly she had also cured the broken foot of the old lady from across the street. But to Kohl, this was only a blasphemous rumor! How could someone accept treatment from a witch? What would be the difference between them and all the witches who accepted the Devil¡¯s corruption? However, the last straw for Kohl was two days ago, when he saw a witch flying two rounds around the Prince¡¯s castle and then going down into his backyard. What did the Church¡¯s father always say? A witch will only get her powers after she had fallen to the Devil¡¯s temptation. And by now he had already seen a witch with the power to summon flames and another witch with the ability to fly around the castle. Together with the rumors about the witch with healing ability, he came to the conclusion that at least three witches had gathered! Undoubtedly, the Devil has turned the castle into his own lair, and now he¡¯s gradually beginning to turn the townsfolk into his minions. I have to leave this town as soon as possible! Anyway, I¡¯m holding the alchemic formula for the gray powder used to build the city walls in my hands. As long as I deliver this to the 2nd Prince, not only wil I not I be punished, but I might even receive a reward. From day to day, Kohl regretted more and more that he hadn¡¯t left when the other aristocracy had left Border Town for Longsong Stronghold. But now, if he wanted to leave this place, the way above ground wasn¡¯t a viable possibility. During the whole of winter it would continue to snow, making it impossible to either walk or ride to Longsong Stronghold. His only way was by booking passage on a merchant ship from Willow Town. According to Kohl¡¯s observations, every first day of the month, a boat from Willow Town would deliver food to Border Town. After two to three hours of loading and unloading, it would set sail again and leave the harbor. He only had this small time frame to get on board. Otherwise, he could only wait until the next month. Today was finally the start of the month¡¯s first day. ¡°One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four¡± Just then, Kohl heard the already familiar slogan again. He could see a group of men in brown leather uniforms running in full spirit. If Kohl hadn¡¯t seen through the Devil¡¯s plot, this would have been a remarkable scene to look at. Finally, it¡¯s time to leave, he thought. After putting on his fur coat and fastening his belt, Kohl moved away from his cabin. At this moment a neighbor who sat outside of his cabin saw Kohl and greeted him, ¡°Good morning. Where are you walking to so early in the morning?¡± Kohl had to acknowledge that, although Border Town was now controlled by the Devil, thanks to this, the life of these souls became a lot better compared to their former lives. They even dared to dry their fish outside of their houses ¨C after all, if the people were hungry enough, even if the fish were as hard as a stone, they would still try swallowing it raw. However, Kohl didn¡¯t respond to the man¡¯s question. Instead, he took a probing look towards the militia and when he saw them running around a corner; he went straight towards the pier. Residents here regarded him as the younger brother of Iron Paddle, who came from the Fallen Dragon Mountain range to visit his family ¨C of course, all of this was nonsense. Previously he had caught the real Iron Paddle, questioned him for his name and address and then killed him. He had then taken Paddle¡¯s clothes and masqueraded himself as his brother. This was just one casually created identity, so Kohl didn¡¯t care whether they believed in it or not. Within the last few days, the fallen snow had been cleared from the streets until there was nearly no snow beneath his shoes. He kept a constant speed so that he could save as much stamina as possible ¨C as for the footprints he left behind, he wasn¡¯t worried. Within a day the snow would cover all of his footprints. Maybe even by the time he reached Valencia, they would still be in the dark about his whereabouts. As he approached the marina, Kohl saw the long-awaited merchant boat. Under the watchful eyes of the guards, bags of wheat were being carried out of the storage room. Kohl checked the contents of his pockets again, inside he had two gold royals and sixteen silver royals which was all of the possessions he had. Seeing that there were six guards, Kohl thought that it wouldn¡¯t be enough even though he had two gold royals. So, his only way out would be bribing the porter. As soon as the unloaded goods could provide him with protection from being seen, he would immediately go towards the porter, and ask him whether he would like to have a good future life or if he wanted to get knocked out. As long as he could get on board, Kohl believed, that in all likelihood, the temptation of the gold royals would be enough and the captain would take him away. At the moment Kohl was ready to take action, he heard shouts from behind him. His heart immediately became gloomy, when he turned around he discovered that some militia was rushing towards him, coming from all directions and leaving him no way to escape. When seeing that there was no way to escape, Kohl immediately put his hands in the air and fell to his knees. One of his mottos was to not show pointless resistance, as long as he spat out all of his employer¡¯s information, he would be safe, or probably they would even¡­ try to hire him for an even higher price as a double agent. As long as he got money, he would do anything; this was the principle of ¡°Groundhog.¡± But there was one point he didn¡¯t understand. How were they able to find him? Chapter 71 Chapter 71 Spy (Part 2) In addition to starting the fire in the fireplace, Barov had also placed a mahogany candelabra on the table. This candelabra had one base which split into four branches. One in the middle, which was also the highest, and three branches which enclosed the middle branch in a triangular shape. A burning candle was placed on each branch, and the candelabra looked like a bright mountain as they burned. The room was full of the scent of pine oil, resembling a sweet and rotten wood odor, making people feel drowsy. However, within Border Town, Barov could not ask for more. In this land of poverty, he couldn¡¯t ask for anything exquisite or anything elegant. Here, everyone was happy if they had a shelter over their head, so Barov could call himself quite lucky with his big room. His room within the castle wasn¡¯t far from the courtyard, as it was the location of the former Lord¡¯s city hall. Of course, when the Lord left the castle, he took his whole staff with him, so now the room belonged only to Barov. From time to time, he could hear the rustle of voices from within the castle and the howling wind from outside the window, giving him the impression of two different worlds. The old wooden table Barov was writing at was full of books and scrolls. On both sides, he had arranged a table, forming a ¡°U¡±. Usually, the tables weren¡¯t occupied by anyone. He only used them to display his manuscripts. When necessary, he would summon his disciples, and place them at one of his side tables. There, they could organize his information or write the first draft for an official document. The candles in the lamp were already changed three times. Beside changing the candles, Barov didn¡¯t stop his hand from swiftly working through the documents. To him, time was a very precious thing. There was already a stack of documents at hand, waiting for him to deal with, plus, His Highness¡¯ proposed expenditures would also still need to be reviewed. Barov¡¯s average work time was 10 hours per day, but he didn¡¯t feel tired at all. On the contrary, this was where he could show off all his skills, so he had the feeling that his body had inexhaustible energy. This is how it should be, he thought, no one is talking around me, all of my apprentices are self-responsible, and no one is holding the others back or creating a mess. As long as they fulfill the Prince¡¯s command, he can handle the specific administration process without outside help. If the Prince¡¯s commands could only be a little more normal, while Barov thought this he gnawed on his lips regretfully. For example, at present, all of Roland¡¯s official correspondences were sealed with his seal like the last one he sent to Willow Town. In it, Roland asked for additional administration staff and a brig. The answer note said: With the price you offered, you cannot hire the captain, helmsman, and the sailors. After reading, Barov was left dumbfounded, without these people, how would they deliver the boat? Would they walk back after delivering the brig? Also, why do we need to buy a boat? This was the most crucial point. At the moment, the trade between Border Town and Willow Town was stable. Even after the end of winter, if we want to expand the ore trade, we would only need to send a notice, and they would immediately increase the number of vessels for the trade. It just isn¡¯t worth it to buy a boat; the town¡¯s pier is just for parking and unloading, it isn¡¯t usable or maintenance. And without sailors who could care for it, it won¡¯t be long before we have to abandon it. Was it another of His Highness¡¯ crazy momentes? As for the first request, contrary to what one might expect, Barov could understand it. At present, there was no one with any free time in the whole town hall, Barov had already brought more than ten people over to supervise the business, they were responsible for the statistical reports and settling income and expenditure. Barov himself was responsible for the administrative and legal work ¨C which was obviously illogical. Since His Highness wanted to separate these sectors, it was necessary to expand the size of the employees in the city hall. Under normal circumstances, the assistant minister didn¡¯t want to let go of so many responsibilities. Every person who had this much power in his own hands would feel a sense full of satisfaction. He wanted to be like his teacher, the kingdom¡¯s finance minister. He was the only one responsible for Graycastle¡¯s finances and was also the King¡¯s right hand. Ahem, well, now only Border Town is important, added Barov in his heart. Although Roland had promised him that he wanted to fight for the throne, there was still a long way to go. Barov didn¡¯t know when it happened, but today he actually contended the 4th Prince as a true candidate for the throne. Compared with the past it was the difference between heaven and sky, previous he had thought that such an ignorant and dandy character could never become the king. But since he came to Border Town, he got one surprise after another. Up to now, Border Town was still able to survive by only relying on the militia. The fact that they were still able to hold was really praiseworthy. Don¡¯t even mention all the strange stuff he invented, the fact that he could handle all these people is totally unlike the 4th Prince. He seems more like the Devil who knows everything. At this time, he heard a thunderous sound at his door, making him stop his work and answer, ¡°Come in.¡± The door was opened by one of his favorite disciples, ¡°Filler¡± Yarrow. ¡°Respected teacher, we have caught another ¡°mouse.¡± ¡° ¡°Oh? Did you already question him?¡± ¡°He said that Timothy sent him. During the body search, we found cement powder, some coins and a letter on him.¡± Yarrow walked up and handed Barov the leather-wrapped envelope, ¡°As for the other information, we are still interrogating him. Teacher, how to deal¡­ ¡° ¡°Just like the previous times, write down all the answers into the book and then hang the convicted spy.¡± Ordered Barov. ¡°Yes,¡± Yarrow saluted and said, ¡°This disciple will leave now.¡± When the door was closed again, Barov didn¡¯t continue to work. Instead, he went back to his table, and opened the sealed parchment with his letter opener, taking out the letter. The fourth ¡­ he thought. Long before the Months of the Demons had started, Roland Wimbledon had summoned him and discussed this matter. His Royal Highness believed that when the cement powder, the new snow powder and the witches were revealed, his siblings¡¯ hidden spies would be unable to bear to not let their master know about it, which would be the best time to eliminate the mice. Thinking about it, Barov had to agree with the first part of his statement, but not the second part. In his view, Border Town had more than two thousand residents, which made it impossible to control everyone. They just didn¡¯t have the manpower, and the people they had weren¡¯t trained for it. However, His Highness seemed to not see his points and said, ¡°Why should we need so many people? Every person within Border Town will be our eyes.¡± Barov couldn¡¯t believe that the Prince believed his own words and let this ignorant, stupid and ordinary monitor for everyone to find the mouse? That¡¯s just impossible! But the people showed him that he was wrong. When Roland ordered the first census after the beginning of the winter, he gave special orders to the people who had lived for five years or longer within Border Town: Surely Longsong Stronghold had tried to drive Border Town into bankruptcy after their attempt to burn the food, but they had not given up yet. Instead, their spies sent should still be lurking around. Most of them should be disguised as relatives of townspeople or merchants who were too late to evacuate, always on the lookout for an oportunitiy to harm Border Town. So if anyone saw a suspicious character, they should immediately report them to the City Hall. Once it was verified, they would receive a reward of 25 silver royals. The results of this move showed that it was extraordinarily effective. Naturally, in the beginning, they received some false positives, but it was not long before they found the first mouse and thus arrested them. Barov remembered that Roland said this awkward sentence proudly. What did he say again? He thought for a moment, yes ¡­ ¡°Let the enemy sink into the bottomless sea of fighting against commoners.¡± This sentence had a really strange syntax; the assistant minister shook his head and spread the letter within his hands. The person named ¡°Groundhog¡± repeatedly stressed that various phenomena showed that the 4th Prince, Roland Wimbledon, had been replaced by the devil, and Barov could clearly read his fear between the lines. When Barov thought about how the Prince used several people, he actually could not help but feel a glimmer of recognition. He took a deep breath, and then he held the letter above the candle, the former of which soon caught fire and turned into ashes. Since he didn¡¯t fear the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, he couldn¡¯t be controlled by the devil, right? Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Holding court as a King Timothy Wimbledon sat on the throne, rubbing the scepter in his hand while overlooking the ministers within the pantheon. This is the feeling I have striven for, he thought, instead of being held back in Valencia, where I had to oversee the endless tangle between merchants, who only fought for their own benefit. He stopped the rubbing of the scepter, and began tapping its end on the floor, letting it sound through the hall. When all eyes were focused on him, he nodded and ordered, ¡°You may begin.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I have something important to report.¡± The first to step up was Knight Weimar, nicknamed ¡°Sir Ironheart,¡± who was responsible for everything regarding King City¡¯s defense. ¡°Speak.¡± ¡°Can the witch hunts be temporarily stopped?¡± Your Majesty, the recent raids have become more and more excessive! I heard that yesterday, several women were taken out of their houses, were arrested, and later assaulted in the dungeons. One of them even died while being in prison! Later it turned out that none of them were actually witches! Now panic has broken out within the outer city. If it goes on like this, I¡¯m afraid there will be a significant number of fugitives.¡± Timothy frowned, he was the one who had ordered the witch hunt. He was still unable to unwrap the truth about his father¡¯s death, and was still unable to believe that his father would commit suicide. The strange smile his father had on his face before he killed himself caused him to feel especially creepy. His father wore the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation of the highest quality, furthermore the Church had also confirmed that the stone was genuine, but this didn¡¯t mean that no witches were involved. Even if the theory was strange, he hadn¡¯t a better theory than it was plotted by witches. He looked toward Langley, the officer and his pawn in training responsible for the raids. The latter immediately stood up and said, ¡°Your dearest Majesty, it was just an accident, and I have already severely punished the relevant personnel,¡± he started cracking his fingers, ¡°the warden, castellan, and guards have been given ten lashes and have been fined twenty-five silver royals.¡± ¡°One woman dead and three extremely brutally tortured, and you think some slashes and some money will be enough as compensation?¡± asked Sir Weimar in a cold voice, ¡°And who gave you the right to judge? Was it the former Prime Minister Vic or the Minister of Justice Lord Padro? ¡± ¡°Your Majesty! We are currently facing extraordinary times, so I had to act fast,¡± Langley claimed innocence and fell to his knees, ¡°When ignoring some minor setbacks, the raids have shown great success. We have already caught at least fifteen witches who were lurking in King City and now they are currently being tortured, so you will soon be able to know whether your father ¨C no, I mean, if they have planned a conspiracy.¡± Timothy glared at him, you idiot, you almost told everyone our true intentions. While the ministers standing in this hall had most probably already guessed that he was the true mastermind behind the plot, but the outside world was only allowed to know his version, where Prince Gerald killed the King, this point wasn¡¯t permitted to be overthrown. ¡°Fifteen witches?¡± Sir Steelheart sneered with contempt, ¡°Well, it seemed that King City has already become a witch stronghold. A few years ago the Church had started a witch hunt in the forest east of King City, but they were only able to catch six witches. It seems that your men are much stronger than the Church¡¯s own men.¡± ¡°You¡­!¡± Langley shouted loudly but was immediately interrupted by Timothy. ¡°Enough!¡± Langley is such a fool, just like the other fools under my control, thought Timothy, who was annoyed that no one with skills was available. If he hadn¡¯t needed him at the beginning for the battle of the throne, he wouldn¡¯t have promoted this fool. Even if you want to take false credits, don¡¯t make up such unbelievable numbers. I¡¯m afraid these 15 women had to face the same treatment as the unlucky commoners. He didn¡¯t want to involve the Church, but at the moment he saw no other way, so he ordered, ¡°You will go to the Church, and pay a priest to come over, so he can confirm the identity of these fifteen women. Until then, stop the torture. Afterwards you will let the priest confirm every woman you catch! If I later hear that you people have not followed my orders, I will throw you into the city moat to feed the fish!¡± ¡°Uh, yes, Your Majesty.¡± Langley confirmed, ¡°I will immediately follow your orders!¡± After Langley had left the hall, Timothy turned toward the finance minister, ¡°If there is anyone else who has been wronged together with the previous three, they will get three gold royals each. Regarding the women died in prison, send the money to the family, ¡°he paused,¡± multiple times.¡± ¡°As you wish.¡± Said the Finance Minister as he nodded in confirmation. ¡°Your Majesty is very kind.¡± Praised Sir Weimar while saluting the Prince. ¡°Next question.¡± Timothy waited for a moment, but when he saw that no one had something, he said, ¡°Since no one has a new issue, I will start with my own.¡± He looked at the Minister for Diplomacy, ¡°Yoshua ¡®Sir Bullet,¡¯ it has already one month since the recall order was issued, but no one has come back to King City. Tell me, what news do you have to say?¡± Sir Bullet came from the Flynn Family and held his position for thirty years. He had gray hair, an old face, and stood already with one foot within the grave. He cleared his throat, ¡°Your Majesty, your 3rd sister Garcia Wimbledon has yet to answer. Your 4th brother Roland Wimbledon has replied. The letter said that, when his people are safe at the end of the Months of the Demons, he will consider his return¡­¡± ¡°And what else?¡± asked Timothy, annoyed. ¡°He addressed the letter to Prince Timothy and not King Timothy.¡± Timothy couldn¡¯t stop himself from sneered loudly in disdain. He is as ignorant as before, such a hopeless brother. He thought, if you intend to come back, you will take your instruction from me as your new King. I will give you a good place to live, just like the pampered prince you are. If you don¡¯t come back, you won¡¯t get an easy death. It will be the same as playing chess, regardless what you do I will have the right answer. ¡°Just let him be,¡± Timothy dismissively waved his hand, ¡°What is with my fifth sister?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, she ¡­ is gone.¡± answered Sir Bullet ashamed. Hearing this answer Timothy asked confused ¡°What? What do you mean by ¡®she is gone¡¯?¡± ¡°She was the first one who promised to come back, but a week later Her Highness disappeared from the palace where she lived, along with her her butler and her two maids. I already arranged staff to find her, but they still have yet to find her whereabouts.¡± What could this mean? Such a waste, she only needed to believe in me! Timothy felt that his heart was full of pain, he had set high expectations for his sister; he had hoped that she could become his adjutant. After all, while growing up, Tilly always performed exceptionally cleverly, and her performance was even more dazzling than his own. She only lost her place as Crown prince because she was a girl. In the beginning, Timothy had an excellent impression of her when looking at the arrangements made by his father; it was very clear that the King didn¡¯t want Tilly to be involved in this storm. Because of this, he gave her Silver City, which was near King City and had an ordinary business environment with no possibility of training troops. But who could have ever guessed that she would run away? Was this a choice made by a wise man? ¡°Now that she is gone, the former Lord should take over Silver City once more. You should also let the search continue, I cannot permit another person with royal blood to wander among the common people.¡± He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his raging emotions, ¡°Well, until now, only my 3rd younger sister refused to obey?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± answered Sir Bullet. ¡°Since she was so stubborn, we have to take some rough measures,¡± said Timothy while looking at Prime Minister Vic. To start a war, the Prime Minister and the King have to approve it. Since he was his biggest supporter, getting his approval wouldn¡¯t be a problem, ¡°I¡¯m going to let Duke Ryan guard the South Border and force Garcia to give up Port of Clearwater and escort her back to King City.¡± Sure enough, Marquis Vic replied, ¡°This should not be delayed, please give the order for war, so that the Minister for Foreign Affairs can carry out the order.¡± Timothy nodded with satisfaction. At the moment when he wanted to order the secretary to write the drafting order, hasty steps could be heard from outside the hall. Then, with a burst of noise, the doors were opened and a Knight wearing a blue-striped cloak strode into the hall. Timothy immediately recognized him, he was the famous ¡°Cold Wind Knight¡± Naim Moor. He walked straight up to the center of the hall, went on one knee and said, ¡°Your Majesty, I have just received news from the south,¡± he gasped loudly and his voice was clearly anxious, ¡°Your sister Garcia Wimbledon, in just five days, defeated Duke Ryan¡¯s troops and had occupied Eagle City! ¡­ She also declared herself as the Queen of Clearwater, and all the Lords in the South have responded and declared their territory as independent!¡± Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Artillery Test In the west of Border Town, near the Chishui river. The snow didn¡¯t permit the cart to move a single step further; the entire group of people had already spent half a day dragging the carriage to the artillery field. ¡°What is this?¡± asked Carter, who had already become somewhat accustomed to the fact that the Prince would repeatedly come up with new inventions, ¡°Is this just a bigger gun?¡± ¡°You are almost right,¡± Roland confirmed. He directed his men to remove the cover so that he could personally adjust the angle of the cannon. He Set its angle parallel to ground level, pointing towards a snow pile. The principles of cannons and guns were identical, so calling it a larger version of a gun wasn¡¯t inappropriate. The cannon used for the test was able to shoot 12-pound heavy iron balls. Before they could ignite the lead, the chamber had to be loaded with gunpowder and the iron ball. As a reference for the cart, Roland took the old designs from the cannons seen in history books. But to improve their durability, Roland had told the carpenters to replace many parts that were usually built out of wood with their iron counterparts. In order to manufacture the cart for the cannon, Roland almost spent as much time on it as for the cannon itself. Three skilled carpenters needed one whole week to finish it, the especially time-consuming part was the wheels that had the diameter of half a human. First, the carpenters had to produce four square bars of equal length. These bars were then baked by fire until they could be bent. Afterwards, knives were used to peel away the excess. Finally, an outer coating of iron was applied to the wheels. This process alone took more than four days. So in Roland¡¯s eyes, this limited cannon made by hand took on a very special place. Now, when he dragged it out for a test, he had already made special arrangements. Chief Knight Carter and the Militia Commander Iron Axe were both at his side, as always. Also, there was his personal guard along with twenty members of the militia who were acting as sappers and lookouts. As for the witches, he had Nightingale and Lightning by his side. Thanks to Nana, the prejudice towards witches had been significantly reduced. In the eyes of the Militia, the most important person here was Nana when excluding the Prince. ¡°According to the usual process, we have to clean the cannon¡¯s barrel first.¡± Roland said,, while he could picture the blueprints of the cannon, this particular operation plan was a blank sheet for him. Within his brain he went through various cannon shots he had seen in films, trying to figure out the right process, but only heaven alone would know how effective it would be. Lightning, in high spirits, took a mop and began cleaning the cannon. While cleaning the muzzle ¨C her contract was different to that of the other witches ¨C as long as she was allowed to personally operate all of Roland¡¯s new inventions, she would always be willing to help him to the best of her abilities, even without any other payment or remuneration. Since Roland had to save money, he quickly accepted her terms. However, if he had any secret projects, he would still be able to study it secretly. Within his mind there were still many ideas he hadn¡¯t realized and were only waiting to be implemented. For now, he would just have to throw her the occasional few pieces in order to distract her. Sweeping around with the mop, Lightning was able to clean up some junk, but in accordance to the process, she had to clean it a second time. Taking another mop, she started the cleaning again until she¡¯d finished. ¡°Has everyone seen it?¡± asked Roland towards the crowd of guards and militias. The artillery test was also a drill. If he was able to increase the production rate of guns, the militia was bound to turn into an infantry, exchanging the pike for the gun. But even then they would need to go through many training sessions before they were good enough to use both types of hot weapons. When he saw that everyone nodded, he told Lightning to proceed. The little girl first opened the bag and took out a pocket-sized paper cartridge filled with gunpowder then stuffed it into the end of the muzzle with a ramrod. She then took an iron ball and used the ramrod once more to push it into the barrel. Afterwards, she took out a lead wire from the rear end of the cannon barrel and inserted it into the eyelet to pierce it into the paperback. Thus, the launch preparation was complete. To prevent accidents, everyone had to step fifteen meters away from the cannon. Lightning, who was standing close to the lead, saw the first sparks of the lead, but within the blink of an eye, it had already drilled into the barrel. Then there came a loud roar ¨C air sprayed out of the muzzle with such speed, that it even threw up the snow lying on the ground. The theoretical effective range of a twelve-pounder cannon was up to a kilometer. Even without any rifling, the cannon ball would still fly in a straight line. Everyone could hear the sound when the iron ball hit the armor that was placed 100 meters away. The Iron-ball¡¯s speed wasn¡¯t reduced much, every time it hit the ground, it would bounce back up again, blowing up even more snow. After the smoke cleared, Roland, along with Carter, and Iron Axe, all went directly to inspect the target. When they arrived near the armor, they noticed that the front of the armor was already in contact with its back, and that there was a palm-sized hole within the center. Obviously, the ball¡¯s speed still hadn¡¯t been reduced to zero, since it had still flown 100 meters further. Even after it had dropped to the ground, it had kept on rolling, showing the incredible amount of power it contained. ¡°What frightening penetrative capability!¡± sighed Carter. He could already picture what would happen when the enemy stood together in groups; getting hit by several cannonballs that brought terror to the whole battlefield ¡°Three deities above,¡± Iron Axe began to pray. According to him, Roland had to be the messenger of Mother Earth. Except for a messenger of God, who else could bring such a frightening power to the world? He¡¯d already studied the gun-powder¡¯s chemistry; it was made of common chemicals which only needed to be carefully prepared. The flame was the incarnation of Mother Earth¡¯s anger, as well as her most powerful weapon ¨C at least these were the thoughts of the people in the south. Whenever they saw the never-ending orange flame produced by volcanic eruptions, they couldn¡¯t help but begin to pray. The result of the test was similar to what Roland had expected of a classical 12-pound cannon. The cannon¡¯s biggest moment to shine had been during the US Civil War and in the time of Napoleon. Afterwards, he loaded the cannon with different amounts of gunpowder to test their power levels. Although he knew that it could cause damage to the cannon, it was still necessary to do the tests. Even after shooting with three different amounts of gunpowder, the cannon still didn¡¯t show any sign of deformation. Apparently, the quality of steel used to make the cannon was excellent. In the end, Roland decided that the amount of powder they would use would be the 1.2 times the amount used during the tests. Afterwards, he used the tests to select a gunner. ¡°Your Highness, this is indeed a very powerful weapon but it is much too heavy. If we were to hit a pothole, we wouldn¡¯t be able to move any further.¡± Carter, who was immediately able to see the problems with the new weapon, criticized, ¡°And, after every shot, the barrel has to be cleaned with a wet mop, then it has to be reloaded. Carrying the gunpowder, the cannon balls, and the cannon itself, I¡¯m afraid that you will need five to six people to operate one cannon alone it.¡± ¡°Indeed, but it¡¯s all worth it! As long as we will be able to use two to three cannons, Duke¡­ No, I mean the demonic beasts, like the kind of giant tortoise, won¡¯t be able to break through the wall any longer.¡± Roland coughed, that was close. As for the disadvantages of a 12-pound cannon, he intended to resolve it by shipping. With the help of the steam engine, he would be able to convert a traditional boat into a steam-powered boat. Even if it was the most primitive of paddle boats, it would still have a complex and bulky mechanical system. So instead of changing the boat, he purchased a two-masted sailing boat. With Wendy¡¯s help, he would even be able to ship the cannons behind the Duke¡¯s troops. With this he would be able to attack the enemies from both sides, and be being able to easily and efficiently annihilate the Duke¡¯s forces. Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Shipbuilding Project ¡°What? Why aren¡¯t we able to afford to buy it?¡± Roland asked while going through the analysis of his request to obtain a two masted ship, which had been put on the table within his office. Barov cleared his throat and then he explained, ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s impossible. A brig costs between 80 to 120 gold royals, but this would only be the manufacturing cost. We also have to take into account the wages of the crew. Taking all additional costs into consideration we would need to pay up to 200 gold royals. ¡° ¡°Didn¡¯t I say we don¡¯t need sailors or a helmsman? We also don¡¯t need a captain; we just need to buy a boat!¡± Roland exclaimed while knocking on the table to underline his point. With the help of Wendy, he wouldn¡¯t need so many people to drive the boat. River sailing vessels mostly sailed in only one direction. So, to operate it, only the sails had to be set, which made helmsmen and sailors redundant. However, since we can control the wind, why should I be afraid that we can¡¯t move forward? ¡°Your Highness, there aren¡¯t any offers of that kind, at least not in Willow Town.¡± Barov carefully explained, ¡°It seems that you don¡¯t know enough about this industry. In general, the owner of the ship is also its captain. He might be a merchant or he may be part of the nobility. If they belong to the former group, they will travel between all of the major cities or towns that have a marina, to sell or buy goods. If they belong to the latter group, they would typically recruit a deputy captain who was looking for a boat. Employees won¡¯t be paid on a monthly basis. Instead, their salary would be paid for one to three years all at once.¡± ¡°Most of the time, the boat and the crew are tied together. You intend to purchase a vessel from a captain, but without the crew he had already hired, so the salary he had already paid will be his loss. Even for a member of the aristocracy, 80 gold royals isn¡¯t a small amount of money. After the trade with Willow Town at the beginning of the month, the town hall now has a balance of 315 gold royals, but if we spend half of it to buy a boat now, we won¡¯t be able to pay the salaries of the militia.¡± The assistant minister explained without pause, but afterwards, he had to first take a big gulp of ale. After thinking about what he had heard, Roland asked ¡°You said most of the time ¡­¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Barov nodded, ¡°There are two cases when boats will be sold without their crew. The first would be when the merchant is in an urgent need of money, and they have to sell all of their property. They will start by disbanding their crew, and then they will try to sell the ship as quickly as possible. In the second case, the owner wants to replace their old boat with a new one. Both cases would be a good opportunity, but I have to say that this kind of situations is very rare.¡± ¡°Wait,¡± Roland frowned, ¡°you said to buy a new boat ¡­ So in this case, where do these ships come from?¡± ¡°Port of Clearwater, Seabreeze District, Farsight Point. Only cities with a seaport that have a dock are able to produce new ships.¡± Hearing this Roland kept silent for a moment and thought everything through. So this was the original meaning of, ¡°within Willow Town, it¡¯s impossible to find such a deal.¡± However, I also can¡¯t afford to travel to any of the port cities; they¡¯re too far away, and if I don¡¯t hire a crew, how would I get the ship back to Border Town? ¡°Since this is the case, I will have to think about it.¡± When the assistant minister saw that the Prince was lost in thought, he quickly left the room. Within Roland¡¯s plan for the future, ships played an irreplaceable part. If there wasn¡¯t a quick and conventional way to transport the artillery, he wouldn¡¯t be able to use them in battle. Generally, the Duke¡¯s troops were built up from the stronghold¡¯s troops, mercenaries, farmers and knights. So, inevitably their marching speed was slow when they had to move. But, the artillery would be even slower. Just like Carter had said, as soon as they hit a pothole the artillery couldn¡¯t be moved any further¨C during this time and age, there weren¡¯t any asphalt roads, there wasn¡¯t even a stone road. During this time, the people would walk more, producing many trails. During sunny days they would be lucky, but when it rained, the path became muddy. In the end, like always, would he have to rely on himself? Roland spread out a piece of paper, writing down the needed specifications. Firstly, the ship has to be able to carry one or two cannons in addition to thirty people, but it wouldn¡¯t be powered mechanically, only with sails. Secondly, since the ship would be used only in rivers, it would need to have a shallow and stable hull. Thirdly, it had to be easy to operate so that the members of the Militia could handle it after a short training. Considering all these points, the only possible answer was a flat-bottomed barge ¡­ The draft in front of Roland was very shallow; it was a ship with a very low center of gravity that could be seen on almost all of the river routes. In the past, he had seen many loaded with piles of sand or gravel, and their railing was almost level with the surface of the water. And as long as there was a tugboat, it would be able to pull a barge. After determining type of the ship, the next key point was to determine which material should be used when building the ship. Roland wrote down three different options: Wood, Iron, or conrete. Boats made of wood belonged to the earliest of the nautical technology tree. From a raft to a masted battleship. From sailing on either the river or the sea, wooden boats could be used everywhere. Unfortunately, Roland didn¡¯t know how to use a log to build a flat-bottomed ship, and neither did he have any skilled craftsmen. If he relied on what he knew and on his craftsmen, he would only be able to make a large raft which could fall apart at any moment. Ships made out of iron were built similarly to houses, always taking two beams which were arranged in a crisscross pattern, constituting a keel. The keel formed would then be coated with sheets of iron. Since Anna could do the welding; the overall stiffness was guaranteed. However, this approach would deplete the already small iron reserves. So this could only be the last resort, as building steam engines and cannons was a much more appropriate choice. Then building boats out of concrete would be the last option ¨C since the city wall construction was already finished, there was now a surplus of raw materials. As long as Anna had the time to calcinate, they would have enough concrete for one or two ships. The construction process would also be much easier than that of iron-boats. As long as they were able to produce a wooden template which could be reinforced with iron bars, they could quickly fill it with concrete. Even in this rural area, they could easily create several fishing boats out of concrete. Compared to iron ships, they wouldn¡¯t rust. With this, the ship wouldn¡¯t even need much maintenance. Even though a concrete ship could be built at a low cost, it would still be strong and durable. Even if he had never learned how to make big ocean-crossing ships, a river sailing ship didn¡¯t need a high level of technological knowledge. So, building it shouldn¡¯t be a problem, right? Picturing all the details in his mind, Roland picked up the quill and rapidly began to draw sketches of the barge. ¡­¡­ An area with a shed near the Shinshui River was hidden by walls. In order to facilitate the launching process, Roland located the shipbuilding area as close to the river as possible. The shed offered shelter against wind and snow and contained two basins for burning charcoal to keep the temperature from falling too far and destroying the hardening effect. The carpenters had already pieced together the wooden template of the hull ¨C the bow was formed in a circular design in order to reduce forward resistance, the aft instead had a square design meant to increase the load area. The boat had a length to width ratio of 3:1 and was built with a width of 8m. Compared to the traditional ratio of 8:1, it was simply a fat boat. In the center, they had set up two masts. The masts were inserted into the deck and connected to the iron beams of the ship. At the deck, they had placed a reserve rudder. Everywhere, the hull was strengthened with crisscrossing iron bars. Even though they didn¡¯t have any iron wire, it didn¡¯t matter since Anna had welded all the iron crosses firmly, to form an iron structure which was connected throughout the whole bridge. When the template and the reinforcements were ready, Roland ordered the workers to start filling it up. The concrete was poured into a basin-like template. The middle was flat, but the surrounding walls were five meters higher, forming the cabin walls. At first glance, it just looked like a uniquely shaped bathtub. All people who were involved in the construction, including Anna, had never thought that this strange material, which was used to build the walls, could actually also be used to build ships. TN: Information to Concrete Ships This information I wanted to give to you for a long time. Why is it realistic that the MC can invent concrete? When you click on the link, you will discover that concrete was a lost technology during the middle age. Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Holy Mountain (Part 1) Cara could hear the shortened breathing of the other witches. ¡°Someone else has to take over,¡± said Cara loudly, ¡°Leaves, you will carry me next.¡± The walk through the Impassable Mountain range was especially taxing during the snowy winter season. Every day, the forty-two witches had to find a suitable place to the camp, where they also could re-empower their badge so that they could resist the freezing temperatures at night. ¡°Yes, respected Mentor,¡± the witch in front of Cara answered while squatting down. When Leaves stepped to Cara¡¯s side, Cara summoned one of her magic snakes and had it wrap around Leaves¡¯ arm. She then used it to pull herself up, so that she could stand. As the snake touched Leaves¡¯ body, Cara noticed that Leaves started trembling slightly. Damn Nightingale, Cara bitterly thought, if only she hadn¡¯t repeatedly refused my offer of mercy, I wouldn¡¯t have minded taking her back into the ranks of us sisters. But since we are almost coming close to the critical moment, I can¡¯t afford to take any risks. And what was the result of my kind offer? Without any hesitation, the damn traitor took the first chance to escape, she even tried to stab me to death ¡­ This is what happens when I¡¯m too kind! Cara¡¯s brain boiled in rage, Nightingale¡¯s blow had directly pierced her spine. Although Leaves was able to heal quickly heal her wounds with herbs, Cara¡¯s lower body was still paralyzed and without any feeling. Wait until I reach the Holy Mountain! There I will gain the power to gather more witches, and with their help, I will one day cut you into thousands of pieces! While fueling her anger, Cara suddenly heard a voice ¡°Respected Mentor, there are demonic beasts ahead of us.¡± The voice belonged to Scarlett, who was responsible for scouting. With her eyes, she was able to see through all obstacles and immediately discover any trap in front of her. She even had the ability to see fast moving objects clearly, which was demonstrated during one confrontation with the Church where she was able to knock away a crossbow arrow with her bare hands. ¡°Put me down immediately. Leaves, you will also go and assist them.¡± Leaves nodded as she crouched down and placed Cara on a stone. Cara¡¯s sore hand directly fell into the snow, from where a cold feeling spread through to her whole body, making her unhappily think, you can¡¯t even remove the snow before you putting me down? But she didn¡¯t say it out loud. After all, Leaves was an irreplaceable member of her sisterhood. Previously Wendy with her kind temper had been responsible for recruiting new members for the Witch Cooperation Association, while instead Leaves had been responsible for maintaining the morale and courage to ensure that the witches would follow Cara¡¯s orders. Without her ability, I¡¯m afraid that we would have already lost more than half of our members to the witch hunts. When thinking of Wendy, Cara¡¯s heart began to hurt. She had never expected that Wendy, together with whom she had created the Witch Cooperation Association to help as many witches as possible, would betray everyone for the sake of Nightingale. Even after Wendy had blown her away, she didn¡¯t want to kill Wendy. The venom released by her magic snake ¡°Suffering¡± was only acting slowly, but it would cause unbearable pain immediately. After letting Wendy suffer for a short time, Cara had planned to let her snake ¡°Nothingness¡± bite her and remove the toxin. She had just wanted to teach Wendy a lesson. But no matter what, without the help of her magic snake, the venom was incurable. So Nightingale made the wrong decision by taking Wendy away. Without the bite of ¡°Nothingness¡±, Wendy wouldn¡¯t be able to live one more day. Did that mean that the former nun was destined never to reach their final destination with her sisters? Cara didn¡¯t care about the other runaway, Lightning. She had only recently entered the Witch Cooperation Association and only seemed to have the ability to fly. She had always supported another view on how they should look for the Holy Mountain, even sometimes questioning the Holy Book. Whenever that girl acted against the will of the Witch Cooperation Association, Cara wanted to throw that talkative little girl into the snow and strangle her. At the moment when the two wolf-like demonic beasts emerged from behind a corner on the mountain path, the witches were already prepared and awaiting the attacks from the demonic beasts. All the sisters without fighting abilities were placed near the end to keep them safe. Leaves was the first to release her magic, aiming at the weeds close to the feet of the demonic beasts. Soon green tendrils broke through the snow and wrapped themselves around that of the enemies¡¯ feet. Another witch, with the power to control the air, begun to drain the air around the demonic beasts. Thanks to this, the two monsters soon fell into a state of asphyxiation. And were soon foaming at their snouts and began convulsing before finally falling to the ground. This was the power of witches that Cara had been looking for. Within a group of mortals armed with swords these wolves would have wreaked havoc, but in front of us witches they perished within seconds. Clearly, only we, witches with the power of magic are loved by God. If only there wasn¡¯t such a thing as the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation ¨C bah, to the hell with the stone, she spat towards the ground, if that stone didn¡¯t exist, how would the Church be able to suppress us? ¡°Respected Mentor, let¡¯s continue forward,¡± said Leaves when she came back to Cara. ¡°Have someone else carry me.¡± Cara sighed, ¡°You are too tired from the fight.¡± After the battle, they continued further along the path. At noon, the women responsible for finding the next camping ground discovered a place with less snow, thanks to its leeward arrangement. After reaching the place, they decided to take a break and eat in order to recharge their stamina. One witch with the ability to work with stone began to work her magic. When the soil and gravel began to move and shoved the snow away, it seemed that the ground came alive. Soon the ground was flat and dry. One after another the witches began to carry out their duty, like making a fire and setting their pot on it to cook some porridge. They started to heating some snow until boiling and then added herbs which were strengthened by Leaves together into the water, which immediately started exuding a sharp fragrance. ¡°Everyone please give your badge to me,¡± cried a little girl with rare red hair like a raging fire. It really matched her ability, since her power also had to do with fire. It¡¯s allowed her to heat any objects she was in contact with. The badges which had provided so much relief for the Witch Cooperation Association had been singlehandedly created by her. Even though at first glance her ability seemed insignificant, the truth was, that she was of great help to the Witch Association Cooperation. Especially during their march through the Impassable Mountain range, where they couldn¡¯t find anything to warm themselves with. In the cold snow, it was very easy to lose heat from their bodies until eventually falling unconscious. After everyone had eaten wheat porridge, the witches packed their bags and started moving along. According to Cara¡¯s conjecture, the so-called Gates of Hell, was in fact, the gateway to the Holy Mountain. The Church deliberately changed its name to Hell to prevent the witches from finding the Holy Mountain. According to the Ancient Books, they needed to cross a total of three stone gates, the last line before the barbaric lands. Usually, they were hidden deep in the ground, only during the blood moon, would the stone gates come to the surface. After they had set out from the camp, the witches had to walk for about half of a month through the Impassable Mountain range, but soon they would leave the mountain range, setting foot into the middle of nowhere. During these last days, the demonic beasts appeared more and more frequently. ¡°Quick, quick, quick, look ¡­ what is this?!¡± Suddenly someone shouted in horror. Cara looked in surprise in that direction, becoming immediately stunned out of horror. There was a city flying in the sky! The sky was still gray, and the snow was still falling out of the very low clouds. But within the clouds, there was a city, partly hidden and partly visible. Those buildings were built in a pattern I have never seen before, they look like spires standing side by side. If the black dots are windows within the spires with an average size, the spire would reach a height of hundreds of meters! This isn¡¯t something a human could build! Even the proudest building of the Church, the Cathedral at the Hermes, which they call the Tower which reached the Sky, was only 50 meters high! Since this had to have been built by non-humans, then there was only one answer: This city has been constructed by the hand of God! Cara had difficulty in restraining her excitement, throughout the whole time the voice within her heart shouted ¨C I found the Holy Mountain! Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Holy Mountain (Part 2) ¡°Sisters, it¡¯s the Holy Mountain! We¡¯ve found it!¡± Cara screamed and showed the whole world her happiness. Many witches foolishly stood in their places, shaken by the spectacle before them. But, there were also others who jumped around and began crying out in sheer joy. Scarlett, however, frowned after looking at the city and muttered, ¡°Is this really the Holy Mountain?¡± Leaves, hearing this, leaned toward Scarlett and whispered, ¡°Why do you think this? Is something wrong?¡± Deep down she had the same question. After all, this city in the sky didn¡¯t look the same as described in the Holy Book, where it was said to be golden, splendorous and majestic. This city with its spires also looked spectacular, but it was entirely built in grayish black, and looked bleak even during the daytime. In addition, there was also a red fog above the city, which strongly resembled a blood mist. ¡°There was something ¡­ it squeezed itself into one of those holes,¡± Scarlett spoke again with a dry voice, ¡°I couldn¡¯t see it clearly, but it definitely didn¡¯t resemble the gods¡­¡± Leaves could feel all of her hairs begin to stand up. Within the Witch Cooperation Association, it was Scarlett who had the best eyes and could see clearly at this distance. So hearing her say this gave Leaves quite an uneasy feeling. Unfortunately, Lightning had also left with Nightingale. If not, she could have flown near the city and taken a look. ¡°Sisters! The Holy Mountain is waiting for us to take it,¡± Cara raised her hands into the air and shouted euphorically, ¡°With just a little bit more effort, we will soon find the Eternity!¡± Then, she immediately urged Stone to carry her further. Leaves personally didn¡¯t want to move forward, but in the end, she still took the first step. She thought, two weeks ago, everyone found out what would happen if someone disagreed with Cara. I¡¯m afraid at this point, there is nothing which will be able to stop her from moving forward! Their marching speed increased by a steady pace. After leaving the foot of the mountain, the snow had unexpectedly reduced and the surrounding temperature had also picked up. This is the legendary forbidden lands, the land on which no human had ever set foot before. However, now Leaves could see footprints stamped on this desolate land. If Lightning was here and saw this, she would be very happy, right? When she looked back and saw the mountains towering behind her, she couldn¡¯t believe they were able to cross this barrier. Leaves guessed that it was only because of the impassable Mountain range that the demonic beasts couldn¡¯t flood into the hinterlands. Are they only able to attack from the north because that¡¯s where they can pass the mountains? No matter what, if we really find the Holy Mountain and don¡¯t need to drift any longer from one place to another, then I will also be satisfied ¡­ thought Leaves as she sighed softly. To tell the truth, when Nightingale came back to the camp and told everyone about her life and future in Border Town, Leaves was enchanted. When Nightingale asked Wendy and everyone else if they wanted to leave together with her, she couldn¡¯t help but want to step out and shout her name. But in the end, she wasn¡¯t able to cross the threshold within her heart and was unable to leave the shadow of the past behind. Leaves shook her head, don¡¯t allow yourself think about the past, instead, focus on keeping pace with the others, don¡¯t fall behind in this desolate land. Soon they discovered something strange- regardless of their speed, the city seemed to retreat as fast as they moved forward. After an hour of marching, ¡°The Holy Mountain¡± was still suspended in the clouds, neither growing nor shrinking, it seemed just like ¡­ they hadn¡¯t gotten closer at all.. ¡°Respected Mentor, please order a rest, our sisters are getting tired,¡± said Stone. During this period of marching, the people who had to carry Cara had changed several times, but she was clearly the one who had to bear her weight the longest. ¡°No! How could we stop now!¡± Cara thoughtlessly rejected Stone¡¯s suggestions, ¡°This is a test by our gods, sisters, if we don¡¯t show them our strong will, we will never be able to arrive at the Holy Mountain! We can never stop! We must continue up to the very doorsteps in order to enter the Holy Mountain directly in front of us!¡± Seeing that her persuasion had failed, she couldn¡¯t do anything else other than move forward. Under no circumstances were they allowed to stop, even during two waves of demonic beasts they had to go forward. During the second wave, they even encountered two hybrid beasts, on which Leaves¡¯ shackles didn¡¯t work and without them she was unable to stop the monsters¡¯ assault. A sister who was caught off guard had to pay the price for the group*s overconfidence. She got her neck cut by claws and her blood was spilled over the ground. When they finally were able to kill all the demonic beasts, they discovered in horror that the sky had gradually darkened. Apparently nightfall would arrive soon. The city in front of them was still visible, but its outline had became more and more blurred over time, seeming as if it gradually disappeared. According to their past experiences, they had to find a suitable campground and build their camp, but in these desolate lands, the surroundings were completely different compared to the mountains. When looking around, all they could see were flat plains infested with demonic beasts. There wasn¡¯t a single place of safety where they could rest overnight. ¡°Respected Mentor, we have to withdraw to the foot of the Mountains! Let Scarlet lead us with her red eyes, with her help we might be able to reach the mountains by midnight,¡± pleaded a witch. ¡°No!¡± Cara shouted, ¡°We have spent the whole afternoon walking with nearly no pause just to reach this place. Now when we have already consumed more than half of our stamina, we can no longer maintain the same speed and return. Sisters, we only can press on further! We can truly find the Holy Mountain, and there we can settle down to rest. ¡° ¡°Then what should we do with Sherry?¡± asked a witch as she pointed to the ground where Sherry, showing no signs of vitality, laid. ¡°We have no time to bury her,¡± Cara shook her head, ¡°Keep her here, the earth will accommodate her.¡± Leaves sadly closed her eyes, again another of my sisters is gone, if I were only a little more powerful, she wouldn¡¯t have to die in this desolate land, without a tombstone to tell of her life. During that time when many sisters couldn¡¯t decide whether they should move forward or retreat, Stone suddenly exclaimed, ¡°Look at the sky, the city is gone!¡± Hearing this, Leaves immediately opened her eyes looked up to see the night sky hidden behind a wall of gray-black clouds. The city had disappeared, just as if it had never existed. Everyone was rooted in their places, and a terrible silence began to befall them. During the whole time the sun had been up, the city had never vanished ¡­ Leaves suddenly felt a horrible feeling as though her brain were struck by lightning; she remembered the tales told of adventurers, about those fantastic sceneries seen on the sea. Her whole body began to shudder, and she could only whisper, ¡°We have been cheated¡­¡± Soon, she shouted, ¡°We have been cheated, that wasn¡¯t the Holy Mountain! What we saw was only a mirage!¡± ¡°Mirage?¡± Cara abruptly turned around, looking somewhat grim and asked with a terror-stricken voice, ¡°What is that?¡± ¡°It is something which Lightning often mentioned within her stories. A phenomenon which was often encountered during a sea voyage, but also seen on land, only much rarer. We have seen nothing but an illusion; the real city may be very far away from us, it is even possible that it isn¡¯t in front of us at all! ¡° ¡°Does this mean that it at least exists and didn¡¯t just disappear?¡± Cara asked with little hope. ¡°This ¡­¡± Leaves took herself some time to answer, ¡°I do not know.¡± At this moment, Scarlett suddenly shouted, ¡°Be careful! Something is coming!¡± with a horrified look on her face, she stared towards the left side of their group. ¡°Is it a demonic beast?¡± asked Windseeker as she entered her battle stand, ¡°How many?¡± ¡°No ¡­¡± Scarlett answered and took two steps back in fear, ¡°I don¡¯t know what that is ¡­¡± After her voice died down, a shadow suddenly appeared from afar, and directly struck Scarlett with lightning speed. Although Scarlett had been able to clearly see it in the darkness, she was still unable to dodge it¨C it was just too fast. Almost within the blink of an eye, it had struck Scarlett on her chest and pierced directly through her, even nailing down some other witches behind her. When it finally stopped, several witches had been impaled, and everyone finally saw what it was. It was actually a spear. Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Holy Mountain (Part 3) Leave¡¯s blood froze upon seeing this horrible scene. To their left, two shadows slowly emerged out of the dark. They were big and had a strange appearance that was nothing like the looks of common demonic beasts. Leaves thought that their appearances were similar to humanoid creatures riding on the back of hybrid wolves. Their bodies were twice as large as ordinary humans, and instead of armor they wore clothes that were made from an unknown material ¨C no, ¡°clothes¡± wasn¡¯t the right word, it was more similar to bloated animal skin in which they wrapped themselves tightly, thus giving them a bulging look. However, the most eye-catching feature of the two beings were the heads they wore as helmets, they were clearly skulls of demonic beasts, giving them a malevolent and atrocious impression. Their eyes were gouged out of their heads. Instead of eyes, lumps of reddish-brown crystals were sewn in. A patch of skin was attached to the head, extending to the back of the demonic beast¡¯s shell. One of the people still had spears attached to its mount¡¯s saddle while the other one wore an unusual kind of gauntlet ¨C from Leaves¡¯ point of view, it looked like they only had three fingers. Suddenly, one word flashed through Leaves¡¯ mind: ¡°Devil!¡± ¡°Attack the enemy!¡± Cara was the first one to attack, and her piercing shout dragged their attention back away from stupidly looking at the enemy. Stone squatted down and placed one hand on the ground, turning the area underneath the snow into a swamp. This could be regarded as a brilliant response: Normally when they reacted fast, the two demonic beasts mounts could jump and fly the short distance over the swamp with their wings. But apparently not these two, their wings had been cut off, and now a harness was tied to their bare bones to which the devils held on to. Since they could not fly any longer, they would have to go around the swamp, which gave the other witches time to react. But the enemy didn¡¯t play by the same rules, they just drove their mounts into the swam Using the beasts¡¯ momentum, they jumped up from the monsters¡¯ back, crossing over the distance of the swamp and landing behind Stone, which was exactly the place where the non-combat sisters were stationed. ¡°Spread out quickly!¡± Leaves loudly shouted at the same moment the devil with the three-finger gauntlet started its killing spree. Its agility was completely unexpected for its body length, the witch standing near its landing place hadn¡¯t even the time to react before her head was already shattered by its punch. Until they were finally able to respond, two more sisters got their necks immediately broken, but eventually they fled in panic. Only Shino was still standing at her former place. Although she didn¡¯t have any combat ability, she didn¡¯t choose to escape like all the others. Instead, she took the crossbow from her back, aimed, and shot at the enemy. But, the devil reacted just too fast, it took a sidestep and then kicked Shino in the chest. The kick was so powerful, that the little girl flew away like a broken doll, her body flipping over several times before crashing into the ground. Blood gushed endlessly from her mouth as she finally laid still. The spear-carrying devil instead turned and walked towards the utterly terrified Stone. He raised the spear and aimed at her, but exactly at the moment when it wanted to release the spear, a flame exploded in front of it. Red Pepper had aimed at the enemies crotch, and after she had released her attack, she took Stone¡¯s hand and ran away together with her. When the devil tried to catch up with them, it was stopped by a wall of black grass. Leaves released all of her magic into the ground, letting all the seeds within the earth grow, turning them into vines, which slowly crawled in the direction of Ironhand (Devil). At the same time, Cara shouted out ¡°Pain¡± and released two snakes which each bit into one of the devil¡¯s arms. Just when the devil finally shook off Cara¡¯s snakes, it suddenly felt a tugging feeling at his feet. When it looked down, it saw vines crawling up his feet, and suddenly it was pulled back and fell towards the ground. ¡°Run, run, sisters, Run!¡± Shouted Leaves with a trembling and fearful voice, ¡°Quickly, everyone escape! Hurry away from these horrible monsters! They are the source of evil described in the ancient book! They must have directly come through the gates of Hell! The torment of the snake¡¯s venom seems to be ineffective against the Devils. When the fallen down Ironhand saw that his companion with the spear was in trouble, he frantically tried to free himself from the vines, which held his body down. The devil with the spear went into a throwing posture, which let its arm rapidly swell up. This caused the already thin supporting skin to get even thinner so that the devil¡¯s dark red blood vessels and bones became clearly visible. ¡°Leaves, look out!¡± shouted Stone as she used her quagmire magic again, this time directly aiming it at the devil¡¯s feet. The devil was already in its throwing motion and when its foot sank into the ground it had no time to react. Through this unexpected attack, the devil lost its balance and spear that was already leaving its hand changed its angle at the last moment, impaling itself completely into the ground right before Leaves feet. Seeing all this, Leaves broke out in sweat. The swollen arm shrank rapidly after the spear was thrown, looking just like a dried tree trunk soon after. Seeing that the devil couldn¡¯t throw spears repeatedly, Leaves realized that now was the best time to flee. Other witches also noticed this, for example, Stone and Red Pepper. Seeing that Ironhand was still struggling with the vines on the ground, they ran towards the unattended Cara, wanting to bring the mentor with them when they ran. Leaves, who looked into the direction of Ironhand, discovered that it didn¡¯t try to free itself any longer but instead turned towards the three witches with both of its hands extended towards them. What is he doing? Stop! ¡°No -¡± Leaves didn¡¯t even have the chance to warn the others before glaring blue light burst out of the Devil¡¯s hands like a lightning bolt it pierced through the air, twisting and hitting her three sisters. Blue rays jumped between the three, issuing a crackling sound of thunder. White smoke began to rise from their twitching bodies which had caught on fire. The attack seemed to have consumed much of the enemy¡¯s energy, because it started to breathe heavily and couldn¡¯t move. At this point, Leaves¡¯ magic also reached its limit, and her vines began to wither, turning into dead weeds. Leaves was only able to think, now, everything is over. Cara¡¯s desperate cries seemed to slowly get farther and farther away as her own body strength faded away, until she fell to the ground. After only a moment of rest, Ironhand had already stood up from the snow and began to walk to a panic-stricken Cara, this time there was truly no one who could stop it. When he arrived at her side, Ironhand grasped Cara¡¯s throat and began to strangle her. Cara desperately fought back and tried to break away from the Devil¡¯s finger, but in front of its monstrous power her efforts were futile. During her desperate struggle, Cara sent her snakes out again, letting them attack the enemy¡¯s arm and neck. However, the Devil seemed unmoved, and continuing to tighten its hand around her neck. At this moment the unexpected happened. Under the fierce attack of the magic snakes, the devil¡¯s skin was finally ripped open. Immediately, red fog began to leak out of the fracture, soon enveloping the Devil and Cara. The former released a terrible scream, and under the red fog its skin began quickly to fester, exposing its tendons and bones. Ironhand had to let go of Cara and instead tried to block the wound, trying to hold back the dissipating fog. But it was in vain, its body began to tremble uncontrollably, and soon fell down to never move again. When seeing this, the other devil whose body was already half buried within the swamp, released a heartbreaking scream, it was a sound Leaves had never heard before, like a sharp scream and a dull roar mixed together, piercing her ear and giving birth to endless pain. But the enemy¡¯s scream didn¡¯t let Leaves fall into panic and flee. Instead, she only had their victory in her eyes. She bit her lips and tried to pull out the last drops of her strength in order to stand up. When she finally stood, she grabbed Shino¡¯s crossbow, reloaded it and aimed at the last Devil. The devil clearly understood what Leaves was trying to do and began to work his arms frantically, but within a swamp, the more someone struggled, the faster they sank. The devil He tried to block itshis vulnerable parts, butyet in the end, it was in vain. For my lost sisters, with that thought, Leaves pulled the trigger and sent the arrow flying. The crossbow arrow accurately pierced the neck, releasing once more the red fog from the wound. After the mist dispersed, its head finally dropped down. She had killed the Devil. After letting the crossbow fall, Leaves turned around only to see the bodies of more than ten sisters who had lost their lives. Immediately hit by sorrow, Leaves dropped to her knees as her tears burst free. TN: I would like to know what you think about the fight scene. Was it interesting or boring, was it understandable or confusing etc.? After all, it is quite different to the normal xianxia fights. Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Accompany Wendy opened her eyes and discovered an unknown ceiling above her. The ceiling was made of gray brick, and had cobwebs hanging from wooden beams along with an unlit chandelier. Slowly, the scene turned from fuzzy to clear until she could see every detail. It isn¡¯t a cold stone roof or a narrow tent, she thought, right, half a month ago we were forced to leave the Witch Cooperation Association. Who knows, perhaps under Cara¡¯s leadership they have already found the Holy Mountain? She took a deep breath. Though it wasn¡¯t as clean and fresh as the air within a cave, the warm air and the cozy atmosphere made her very comfortable. Her body was wrapped in a soft and velvety silk and laid on a mattress out of several layers of soft cotton blankets, so when she laid down, she slightly sank into it. Even if she stretched her whole body, her toes wouldn¡¯t be exposed. She felt a little guilty that she wanted to do nothing other than stay in bed. Even so, she had stayed here for only half a month but here her heart was at peace, something she hadn¡¯t felt in a long time. Within the castle, no matter how late it was, no one would ever disturb her. For example, right now. Wendy turned her head and gazed out of the window, seeing that the sky was still gray, even somewhat dazzling. It was probably 10 a.m. Within her last years of wandering, she had never been able to sleep so peacefully. She would be woken by any small noise. She even had to prepare the food for rest of the day before daybreak out of fear. The whole time they had to live in fear that the church might discover their current whereabouts. Also, no one could guarantee that they would outlive their next Demon¡¯s Bite. Even during their time walking through the Impassable Mountain Range, she was always busy with doing chores. She would help with drying foods or herbs, with drying her cooperation sisters¡¯ laundry, or cleaning the camp and so on ¡­ Even so, Wendy didn¡¯t mind doing it. Every time when she saw her sisters smiles, she felt very happy. But now, living such a lazy life, she discovered that she herself couldn¡¯t resist enjoying such a life. No, I can¡¯t be this lazy any longer. She patted her cheeks to motivate herself to crawl out of bed. After all, when she had lived in the church¡¯s convent, the nuns would often warn that lazy people wouldn¡¯t receive the blessing and protection of God. In a little while, I will go to the garden and practice my wind control. By the way, every time she remembered that the Prince required her to train her magic, she couldn¡¯t keep herself from laughing. Such strange and eccentric requirements ¨C for example, after he saw her ability, he had told her that he hoped she would be able to blow the wind over a distance of more than ten meters. However, there had never existed a magic power that was effective at such a distance. When she told him that she wasn¡¯t be able to do it, he didn¡¯t get angry. Rather, he came up with a strange idea: she should stand on top of a stool, and use her power to rise up and down. When Wendy tried it, she discovered that it was actually feasible. Seeing the test results, His Royal Highness was very satisfied, so besides asking her to train more, he also asked her if she was afraid of heights. It was exactly like Nightingale had said, Roland Wimbledon is an elusive person, but he is also a prince who deeply cared for us witches. Thinking up to this point, Wendy gently sighed. There really is a Prince who doesn¡¯t hate witches! Respected Mentor, you were wrong! When she put on her clothes, she felt that they were a little small around her chest area ¨C even so, Wendy had already become accustomed to this kind of strange clothing, she just wanted to find a needle to change its size, but before she could, someone knocked on her door. ¡°Come in.¡± said Wendy. It turned out that it was Nightingale who opened the door and came in, leaving Wendy a little startled, but Wendy smiled and said, ¡°Is His Highness still in bed? If not, you shouldn¡¯t have the free time to visit me.¡± ¡°What are you talking about? Ah, I¡¯m not by his side all day long.¡± Nightingale said, embarrassed, as she raised her basket, ¡°I brought you breakfast.¡± Usually, the maids were the ones responsible for delivering breakfast. In addition, after bedtime, Nightingale would often accompany the Prince to chat, so it was quite hard to see her at all. Wendy smiled from the bottom of her heart, I just woke up, but she was already here to deliver food, she certainly had slipped in several times. ¡°Now tell, what¡¯s the matter?¡± asked Wendy while she took a cheese sandwich from inside the basket and put it into her mouth. ¡°Well ¡­¡± Nightingale came over and set herself on the bed, ¡°Today Nana will go through¡­ that day.¡± Wendy was speechless, since it was Nana¡¯s first time going through the Demon¡¯s Bite, it wouldn¡¯t be as violent and long as on the day of her adulthood, but still, it couldn¡¯t be guaranteed that she would be safe. The younger they were, the less pain they would be able to endure. Wendy placed the basket on the nightstand and went to Nightingale¡¯s side, patting her shoulder to comfort her and told her, ¡°Didn¡¯t His Highness say that as long as we release our magic every day, we will be able to minimize our suffering?¡± ¡°But that is just a speculation.¡± Nightingale contradicted. ¡°At least it sounds very reasonable,¡± answered Wendy, ¡°Didn¡¯t Anna safely pass through it? Even so, it was the most difficult of Demon¡¯s Bite, it was the day of her adulthood, yet she suffered no harm. This was exactly what you¡¯ve seen with your own eyes.¡± she paused for a moment, then asked, ¡°Where is Nana?¡± ¡°At the moment she is in the Medical Center,¡± When it came to this, Nightingales mouth nearly sprang open, ¡°I heard that her father, Sir Pyne had bought a huge amount of hares from hunters, which have been sent to the Medical Center so she can keep practicing until tomorrow.¡± ¡°She has such a nice father,¡± Wendy exclaimed a little enviously, ¡°I can¡¯t remember the time when I was a kid ¡­ that is a very strange thing, it¡¯s just as if my memories are a blank sheet. There is no father, no mother, the first thing I can remember, is my staying within the convent.¡± ¡°It seems that I¡¯m a little more fortunate than you.¡± Nightingale teasingly exclaimed. ¡°Well, you were really lucky.¡± Wendy sat herself beside Nightingale and took her into her arms, asking her, ¡°Are you nervous?¡± ¡°¡­¡± For a moment, Nightingale kept silent, but then she gently nodded. Wendy certainly knew why the other was so tense. Today wasn¡¯t only a crucial day for Nana, no, it was also the day in which could become the turning point in all of the witch¡¯s history. If Nana was able to survive this bite, it would mean that witches could thoroughly get rid of the shadow of being the devil¡¯s servants, turning Border Town into the long sought for ¡°Holy Mountain¡± ¨C maybe one day, all witches will gather here. They will be able to live a normal life no difference with ordinary people, no longer having a need to wander around and try to avoid the Church¡¯s witch hunt. ¡°There is no use in worrying about it, we just to have to laze around the whole day and accompany Nana.¡± ¡°Laze ¡­ around?¡± Nightingale stared at Wendy in disbelief. ¡°Yes well, who told you to tell me the news so early? It makes me nervous too,¡± Wendy simply said, ¡°Since I¡¯m no longer in the mood to practice, we could also use this time to visit Nana. Wasn¡¯t something like this written in the contract? It is called paid leave.¡± ¡­¡­ After eating dinner, Nana¡¯s room was full of people ¨C Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Wendy, naturally also Nana¡¯s father, and Roland. Having to face the battle soon, Nana¡¯s face was full of insecurity, ¡°Well ¡­ will I have to die?¡± ¡°Of course not!¡± They all shook their heads. ¡°It¡¯s your first time, so the demon bite won¡¯t be as strong,¡± Wendy took her hand and spoke encouragingly, ¡°Just put all of your spirit on the thought of holding on.¡± ¡°It hurts, you¡¯re breaking my fingers!¡± Sir Pyne held his daughter¡¯s hand, ¡°You have become very strong during your time within the Medical Center, I, your father, am very proud of you.¡± The little girl nodded, letting her gaze wander over the crowd before finally focusing on Anna, who stepped forward and kissed her on the forehead, ¡°You will survive, right?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Answers The curtains were shut and a fire was blazing in the fireplace, maintaining a comfortable temperature within the room. There was a big difference between Anna and Nana¡¯s day of adulthood, this time the latter was awake. In order to ensure that she wouldn¡¯t become too frightened from the upcoming pain, they played some simple games to distract her, and so that she wouldn¡¯t fall asleep during the whole night. Even Roland performed some magic coin tricks, stupefying the onlooking audience. Especially Nana, who for the whole time was staring with big eyes at Roland¡¯s hand. If it were ordinary times, she would have surely shouted that Roland should teach her. The magic tricks of this age were still far from being a highlight, for now, it was more a small sideshow, like snakes dancing to the sound of a flute, breathing flames, crushing stone plates on one¡¯s chest and the like. Compared with later generations of skillful diversion and nimble fingers, everything now was only amateur level. Finally, Lightning began to talk about her sailing experience, when she traveled with her father between the islands and fjords. Telling of big whirlpools and beautiful reefs, and of hunting giant deep-water sharks and octopus. Although everyone knew that part of it was fictitious she still had everyone¡¯s attention, even captivating Roland with her tales ¨C in his imagination, those sailing ships turned into huge armored battleships, which crossed oceans and discovered a New World. As a matter of fact, there was a part in the historical timeline of this world he didn¡¯t understand. The last written record of the past wasn¡¯t older than four hundred and fifty years. Even the former Prince¡¯s education within the palace did not mention the reason. But it could also be, that the former Prince just hadn¡¯t paid attention during the lectures, thought Roland. Within Border Town¡¯s library, there was nothing to find, so the only possibility was to win the war against Longsong Stronghold and look and ask there for more information. When Lightning finally finished her stories about her adventures, Roland could no longer suppress a yawn, but when he looked at Nightingale, the latter only shook her head, indicating that there hadn¡¯t been any magical change until now. Not having an accurate timing tool is so inconvenient, how can I determine the time we still have to wait? Roland thought in frustration and poured himself a cup of warm water then sat down afterwards to wait. But gradually, everyone got the feeling that there was something wrong, it just took too long ¨C Nana had repeatedly yawned, apparently only barely able to stay awake. Even Nightingale became anxious, so she touched the little girl¡¯s forehead, while also closely gazing at the magic power within Nana¡¯s body, looking for any change. When Roland wanted to take a gulp of water, he discovered that the water was already emptied. So on the way to the kettle on the fireplace, he couldn¡¯t help himself from looking through the curtains when he passed the window, only to discover, that it was still snowing. But when he had opened the heavy curtains a fraction, a touch of light fell into the room. He was pleasantly surprised to discover, that the dark sky had already gained a glimmer of milky white. ¡°Everyone look!¡± Roland shouted and pulled open the entire curtain. Alarming everyone with his cry, they all rushed to the windows to see what happened. When they discovered the faint light in the sky, they realized that the new day had already arrived without them noticing. So with this, in addition to Anna, Nana also went through the Demon¡¯s Bite without any pain. * When Roland later returned to his room he discovered that there were already two people who were waiting for him. Nightingale and Wendy. Within their faces, he couldn¡¯t discover any sense of sleepiness, there was only excitement. ¡°Were you able to confirm that Nana¡¯s ¡®date¡¯ was today ¨C no, last night?¡± asked Roland immediately. ¡°Yes, but at that time the change within her was only very subtle, I would have never thought that it was the bite¡¯s critical moment,¡± answered Nightingale with certainty, ¡°Your Highness, your assumption was correct! As long as we witches continue to release our magic, it will continue to grow, and the suffering of our body will be reduced. If we can maintain a certain amount of training every day, all the witches would have a great chance at surviving their day of adulthood!¡± ¡°Within the whole Kingdom of Graycastle, only in your territory can we witches display our abilities, in a sense, Border Town is our Holy Mountain,¡± continued Wendy, ¡°I want to beg you to make sure that as many witches as possible know of this news, so that our sisters can speedily arrive in this sanctuary. I think every one of them will be willing to help you. ¡° ¡°From the beginning, those were my intentions,¡± Roland nodded. ¡°By the end of the Months of the Demons, the normal people and the witches will also have gained a certain degree of understanding of each other and been in contact. By then, I will arrange for people to spread the message ¨C but, only as rumors. You must understand, that I can¡¯t start a big advertising project to recruit witches, if so I would cause an uproar within the country, ¡°after slightly pausing for a moment he continued, ¡°this will only be possible if the Church is eradicated, or I gain the throne.¡± ¡°So it seems my best option is to help you ascend the throne,¡± declared Wendy and then without any hesitation she fell on one knee, reciting the oath of allegiance. Roland could clearly see, that her movements weren¡¯t skilled, it just seems to be a spur of the moment. But he did not care about these details, he treated her exactly as Nightingale when he had accepted her oath of allegiance. After she finished her plea, Wendy turned towards Nightingale and asked, ¡°How was my performance?¡± The latter curled her lip and said, ¡°Barely passed.¡± Roland helplessly shook his head, ¡°So you two should get to bed early, during the whole night you weren¡¯t able to close your eyes.¡± ¡°Your Highness, I have a request,¡± interrupting him, Wendy, who had just got up from the ground now she knelt down once again. ¡°Speak freely,¡± Roland put away his smile and seriously talked to her. The others act had made it clear that she had an important matter to discuss. Unexpected Wendy told him ¡°I want to, once more, go back to the Witch Cooperation Association¡¯s camp.¡± ¡°Wendy!¡± shouted Nightingale and stared at her with big eyes, but she could see that within the latter¡¯s eyes how steady and resolved she was. ¡°I do not know whether or not they were able to find the Holy Mountain, maybe they were, or maybe not. I hope you will allow me to go into the Impassable Mountain range after the Months of the Demons has ended. If Cara was unable to find the Holy Mountain, they may have gone back to the camp within the mountain range.¡± ¡°This will be highly dangerous,¡± Roland frowned, ¡°Your leader attacked you regardless of your long friendship.¡± ¡°If she really had wanted to kill me, I would already be dead,¡± said Wendy. ¡°She had summoned her magic snake ¡®Pain¡¯ instead of ¡®Death¡¯. ¡± I don¡¯t know how many will come back with me, or even if only one will come back with me, but at least I can deliver this important message to my sisters. As long as they release their magic every day, they won¡¯t need to suffer the terrible pain.¡± Speaking up to this point, her voice became very gentle, ¡°Your Highness, as long as you continue to treat us witches with so much kindness, my life will be yours, so naturally I won¡¯t throw it away so easily. I will protect myself. So please allow me this request.¡± Roland fell silent and thought, when thinking about safety, I ought to refuse her request. But there is also a different meaning to this request ¨C if I give her the chance to save more witches, she will happily follow my orders and take any risk. But if I refuse her, she might still be willing to follow the orders, but I may lose the possibility to gain more witches, and she will forever carry a scar on her heart. ¡°I¡¯ll allow it,¡± Roland finally nodded, ¡°but you will still have to wait for two months until the end of the Month of the Demons. You also won¡¯t travel alone, Lightning will go with you. I will also give you firearms for self-protection, as well ¡­ a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Lightning can give you long distance support, and when you wear the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation during your meeting with Cara, her or any other ability won¡¯t be able to hurt you.¡± ¡°Your Highness, please also let me go with her!¡± Nightingale pleaded. ¡°No, Veronica. His Highness¡¯s safety is much more important than mine, he is the hope of all of us witches,¡± Wendy disagreed as she shook her head and laughed, ¡°Take good care of him.¡± Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Artillery A week after the concrete ship was placed in the curing room, it was finally the day to launch the vessel. All the workers were stunned when the Prince ordered to put the oversized bathtub into the water, making everyone wonder whether they misheard him. However, they hadn¡¯t had misunderstood him. His subordinates had to dismantle the temporary shed, and then they had to dig a slope at the bottom of the concrete ship, leading into the river. This part had to be handled with great care because of the weak tensile strength of cement products, even a small knock on the ground was enough to create small cracks that could destroy the whole vessel. The ship was placed on top of logs, and the speed at which it slid was controlled with ropes. When everything was prepared, the workers let the wrist-thick rope slowly slide through their hands, careful so that the vessel would always be pointed in a straight line. While the workers shouted their slogan in sync, the ship slowly slid over the logs, creating a harsh sound of friction. Fortunately, everything went well, and Roland could see how the ship got slowly lowered into the water. The ship sank nearly half a meter into the water, with more than one meter still above the surface. The workers were totally surprised to see that this massive construction made out of stone and metal didn¡¯t directly sink into the riverbed with a loud bang, but instead peacefully floated above the surface. ¡°Hurry, take the ropes and put them around the bollards and then tie them tight!¡± commanded Roland loudly. If the vessel wasn¡¯t tied quickly to the bollards, the water current would carry the ship along with it southwards. Although Nightingale didn¡¯t show herself to the public, but after seeing this shocking scene, she couldn¡¯t help herself and ask with a voice full of wonder: ¡°Why does the ship float?¡± ¡°Well ¡­ it¡¯s quite simple. The ship¡¯s average density is lower than that of water, and as long as this is the case anything can float on water,¡± explained Roland and after a moment of thinking, he added, ¡°That the ship is built out of iron and concrete doesn¡¯t matter. In fact, you should have already seen a huge sailing boat, those also weigh much more than several stones.¡± Since he didn¡¯t hear the voice of Nightingale again, Roland assumed that the other was still comprehending what he had said. Even Anna wasn¡¯t able to immediately understand the concept he had explained. Discovering this, Roland smiled and continued to direct the workers next task. The subsequent hardening of the concrete took a lot of time, and every time it began to snow heavily, the work had to be stopped. Only when it didn¡¯t snow for more than one hour, were they able to continue their work. The most time consuming task was the construction of the deck, which was built out of many wooden planks, and supported by many small stakes which were placed between the bottom and the deck. Although this was a waste of space, but taking into account the primary purpose of the concrete ship, this didn¡¯t matter so much. Afterward followed the rot-proofing. The carpenters knew very well how to do it. First they brushed a layer of oil with a pungent taste onto the deck. When the oil had dried, they repeated this procedure several times until it was finally coated with a red paint. Once the deck construction was completed, the installation phase of the upper building was started. The so-called upper part consisted of a wooden shed which was placed between the two masts, and which later would be used to store guns and ammunition. When it began to rain, the shed could also be utilized by the crew as shelter. The roof of the wooden shed was extra thick so constructed that a person could stand on it, a special place only created for Wendy. As long as she stood on the roof, her magic ability would range far enough to cover the entire sail. The stern rudder was made of melted iron, and its installation was a bit cumbersome. First, it was required that they put the rudder shaft through a previously made hole, which now laid under water. To steer the ship, Anna welded a triangle plate at the side of the rudder shaft, which ended under water. At the other end of the rudder shaft, which ended on the deck, was melded an iron ring which could freely rotate. The welding was naturally done by Anna, who was also shocked and puzzled by the fact that a stone bathtub could float on the water. Since she had the same problem like Nightingale, she also asked the same questions. So Roland had to answer the questions, again and again. Afterward Anna went to the side and sat down to think about it. Well ¡­ I have still a long way before me before I will be able to raise the education level. * In the end, Van¡¯er didn¡¯t know if it was better to become a gunner or if it was better to stay with the hunter squad. Everything changed when he got the important order three days ago. His Royal Highness decided to transfer out some members of the first and second militia team, who performed exceptionally, building a new elite force. When Van¡¯er¡¯s name was called, he felt very pleased. But when he was asked if he wants to join Iron Axe¡¯s hunter squad or the new gunner squad, he didn¡¯t know what to choose. He was aware of the new flintlock, which allowed them to fight against the demonic beasts, due to its much stronger penetrating power than a hand crossbow. Currently, only Iron Axe, the Chief Knight and a number of senior hunters were allowed to use this weapon. Van¡¯er was supposed to join the hunter squat without hesitation, but he instead spoke out of turn and asked, ¡°What is a cannon¡±? When he learned that a cannon is ten times as large as a flintlock and that its power is a hundred times stronger than the strength of a gun he fell into a dilemma. Apparently, the more powerful the weapon used by oneself is, the higher one¡¯s own value is for the Prince. So joining the artillery seems to be the better selection than the hunter squad, but the advantage of carrying a gun is that it is possible to carry it while walking through the town, attracting the eyes of the people, which was always Van¡¯er¡¯s dream. Although the cannon¡¯s power is ten times that of a gun, surely it isn¡¯t possible to carry such a powerful weapon while walking through the streets, right? Until the last day of the deadline he wasn¡¯t sure what to choose, but in the end, he took the artillery. The last point which brought the decision was that the salary of a gunner was five silver royals higher than that of a hunter. With his decision, the rigorous training began. A cannon needs five people to operate it, and to Van¡¯er¡¯s team were assigned Jop, Cat¡¯s Claw, Nelson and Rodney. Since Van¡¯er was previously a vice captain within the first militia team, he was also chosen as the gunner. Compared to guns, this cannon gave ten times more trouble! Since the beginning of the previous month, Van¡¯er had secretly observed how Iron Axe operated his gun, making it able that he even was able recite the process fluently from memory. But the cannon had to be always switched from the limbered and mobile state into the ready to shoot state, always having to go through the tedious work. Stop the horse, pull out the pin, pull the hook, move the cannon cart, push it towards the shooting spot, prevent it from dropping, these processes needed five people to cooperate in tandem. Such as when pulling the hook, the other people have to push the support cart away from the cannon, turning it from a four-wheel vehicle into a two wheel vehicle, without that the cannon¡¯s barrel would drop to the ground. When the barrel is finally filled with the ammunition, it¡¯s ready to shoot. The shooting is quite similar to the gun and the cannon, but the clean-up of the cannon with its usage of two different mop is much more complicated. When using a gun, the ammunition can directly be put into the barrel. To start the cannon they had to ignite the fuse, but when it¡¯s raining, it could be quite difficult to use this weapon, Savannah had thought. Fortunately, as a gunner most of the time he had to order the others around, and so he didn¡¯t need to spend too much effort. For the first three days, the four newly selected artillery teams had only one cannon to train with. So under Iron Axe¡¯ command, the groups had to go through the process of stopping the mount, unloading the cannon, preparing it to shoot, loading the cannon on the cart and then restart the whole process. These four steps were always repeated, Van¡¯er even suspected, that under the uninterrupted cleaning of the cannon, the cannon became even much cleaner than his own face. Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Artillery training Every day Van¡¯er¡¯s group had to train for two to three hours with the new weapon, and even after the training was finished, Van¡¯er had to return to the wall to continue his old, boring job. One of the men from Van¡¯er¡¯s dormitory had signed up for the new firearms squad, and now he had a brand-new firearm and stood behind him to show off the weapon. If the discipline didn¡¯t forbid infighting, Van¡¯er would have already sewn up his hateful mouth. However, Van¡¯er also thought that there was something fishy. Didn¡¯t my compatriots join the firearms squad only several days ago? Yet, they were allowed to directly start their shooting training through fighting against the demonic beasts, but what about our artillery team? We aren¡¯t even authorized to shoot. Moreover, the cannons are so heavy, it¡¯s impossible to transport them onto the wall. When he looked at the top of the wall, he could see that the wall-walk was almost full with people standing side by side in pairs. Usually, everyone was used to running on the inside of the wall-walk. Even if it was steep, it was still better than interfering with teammates¡¯ fighting movements. As for cannons¡­ the two wheels alone were wider than the whole wall-walk, and using a cannon to shoot downwards didn¡¯t seem very practical. Could it be¡­ this cannon wouldn¡¯t be used to fight against the demonic beasts? The next exercise confirmed his conjecture. Iron Axe brought the four artillery teams to the river. There, Van¡¯er discovered- though he didn¡¯t know when it happened- an actual, huge ¡°ship¡±! No¡­ he wasn¡¯t sure if it was right to call it a boat. The shell looked to be made out of the same gray stone that was used for building the wall, and its dimension was very wide but short. So in addition to two bare masts, was there any other similarity with a ship? Regarding this point, he and his teammates had a heated discussion. ¡°This is clearly a pontoon bridge,¡± the first one who came up with a conclusion was Jop, who belonged to the team that followed the ships transporting the ore to Longsong Stronghold. Because of this, he often thought himself well-informed. ¡°They built the deck so wide to make it more stable! During my travels into the south I saw many of them, and if this is a ship, then how can it be moved by the wind? Previously, the river was too wide to ford, and a decade ago the former bridge was washed away by a flood. Now the former bridge should be replaced with this pontoon bridge. They will just place several of them side by side and connect them with an iron chain to make it more stable! ¡°The furthest place you have traveled to is Longsong Stronghold, yet you call yourself knowledgeable,¡± Rodney sneered, ¡°If this was a pontoon, why would it have two masts? Wouldn¡¯t they need to worry about it being blown away by the wind? ¡°And when you look towards the end, don¡¯t you see the steering wheel? Pontoons don¡¯t need this.¡± Nelson directly jumped into the frying-pan to help Rodney. These two brothers would take every given opportunity to vent some anger, ¡°In addition, look at the construction between the two masts, doesn¡¯t it seem to be a cabin? it¡¯s just not finished yet. This is a ship, no doubt. To Van¡¯er this discussion was of little interest, he was only concerned about the next training¡¯s content. To his luck, he soon got his answer when Iron Axe asked them to drag the horses that pulled the cannon towards the Small Town ¨C yes, this was the ship¡¯s name, personally appointed by His Highness. After listening to Iron Axe¡¯s introduction, Jop¡¯s face became suddenly stiff, while the two brothers showed a triumphant expression instead ¨C and then they began to drag the cannon onto the deck of the ship. On the deck were two groups of stopping poles, each group consisting of four poles. These stopping poles were located in the middle of the deck, with one group behind the other. This apparently indicated that one ship could store two cannons. Well, with this, Van¡¯er was sure that they wouldn¡¯t be needed to deal with the demonic beasts ¨C the Chishui River flowed from the North to the South, and there wasn¡¯t a large river hidden in the demonic-beastinfested forest. When they embarked for the first time, they immediately discovered the outstanding stability of the ship. Even though the river flowed quickly around the ship¡¯s hull, the ship was still motionless; it just felt like standing on solid ground. Only when the horses came on the ship did they feel a little swing. Van¡¯er also noted that when a team finished their firing practice, Iron Axe would count the time and note it down. When Van¡¯er saw that there were only two places for cannons, it was clear that only the two fastest would get a place on the ship. So, Van¡¯er secretly told his discovery to the rest of his group, which immediately gave rise to their strength, with each person putting at least 10 percent more effort into the training. If they weren¡¯t chosen for the artillery team, upon losing much face, their life would become more trifle, but the most important matter was that they wouldn¡¯t get improved pay! Van¡¯er had to wait until the seventh day, but he finally received his first live shooting training. On this day, His Royal Highness the Prince also came to visit the scene, watching the artillery exercise. Everyone in the four groups walked with a broad chest and large steps. Because of their training, his group became quite familiar with the loading of the cannon, so it didn¡¯t take long until the first shot was fired by Van¡¯er¡¯s team. This was the first time he saw the power of a cannon. With a deafening roar, the cannon ball was shot out and landed around 500m away in the snow, blasting a lot of snow and mud into the air, and afterwards, it bounced once more into the air. With his eyes, it was impossible for Van¡¯er to track the iron ball. Seeing this, Van¡¯er wondered how the Prince, managed to create such a terrible weapon. If you had to face artillery attacks, even with body armor, I am afraid it would be to no avail. After each shot, the group was changed and the Prince ordered someone to mark the landing position. Afterwards, he let someone measure the distance between the muzzle and the flag. After four rounds, it was finally Van¡¯er¡¯s turn again, but then he heard the command to change the cannon¡¯s angle. A scale marked with 0, 5, 10, 25, and 30 was placed at the cannon¡¯s end, where the cart was connected. Although Van¡¯er saw this scale, he didn¡¯t understand what it meant, but as long as they just followed the instructions, everything would be alright. Iron Axe shouted, ¡°Shoot at the angle of 5!¡± Hearing this command, Jop, who was the one with the greatest strength in Van¡¯er¡¯s team, took the ramrod, inserted it into the muzzle, waited for them to open the hook which held the barrel at the right angle, and pressed it upwards until the scale showed 5 and snapped the hook in. Compared with the angle of the barrel at the beginning, where the barrel was a little low, the barrel now pointed a little higher. This showed that the scale marked how high or low the barrel¡¯s muzzle pointed into the sky. When everything was ready, every group fired one more shot with the new angle, and after every shot, the distance was also measured. Van¡¯er could gradually understand what the Prince did. He recorded the distance of every shot fired, and the higher the angle of the barrel, the higher the iron ball would fly. This was a point where Van¡¯er could use his experience from shooting with a bow, the higher up the aim, the further the arrow would fly. The flatter the shooting angle, the earlier the arrow would hit the ground. However, he hadn¡¯t thought about that in the case of the cannon. Just because it is faster, the flying distance would be so much further. Suddenly, he got this crazy idea- if the iron ball got faster and faster, would it be possible that it would never stop? * At Chishui River, Little Town¡¯s testing phase was also underway. Since Wendy would act as the ship¡¯s driving force, the ship¡¯s personnel needed to be absolutely reliable. So, Roland picked some people who already knew about the witches as the first crew of Little Town. Carter became the captain, the helmsman was Brian, the sailors who had to set the sails were Carter¡¯s subordinates, and the job of correspondent went to Titus Pyne, Nana¡¯s father. These people often came into contact with the witches, so coupled with their own mental transformation where they got rid of their prejudice against the witches, there shouldn¡¯t be a problem. In the case of Sir Pyne, it was even less the case, since his beloved daughter was a witch. Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Little Town¡¯s first voyage Since Lightning was the only one who had any practical experience with sailing, she was assigned the duty of serving as navigator. In addition, she was also interested in the barge with its strange shape and unique construction material. Although it looked very crude, it had every important part needed for a ship and and was able to move, but she wasn¡¯t allowed to steer it herself. After all, for most of her time at sea, she had only been a bystander since her father had always refused her requests to steer the ship. In accordance to tradition, Lightning smashed a bottle of wheat wine on the ship¡¯s bow for the ship¡¯s first departure, and then she gave the order to set sail. Carter, as the captain, was naturally reluctant to let the little girl snatch his position as commander, so whenever she gave a command, the knight would follow up with the same command. The sails of Little Town were sewn out of animal skin, with cowhide and sheepskin accounting for the majority of the sails, but they were also mixed with some of Border Town¡¯s specialties, like wolf skin, bear skin, and the like. So the sail had many different kinds of colors- brown, gray and white, just like a sail patched together out of many rags. The sails were trapezoidal, and were divided by four separate beams. At the top of the sail, a cable went through the iron rings to connect it with the mast, while the bottom just fell onto the deck. One just had to pull the cable to raise the entire sail. In order to make operating the ship as simple as possible, Little Town only had two sails that were parallel to each other and perpendicular to the middle line. In general, if a two-masted sailboat were to be constructed in this way, it would only be able to catch very little wind, almost making the second mast irrelevant. But with Wendy¡¯s ability to control the wind, this design would let her distribute her power evenly on both sides of the center line, making it more convenient for the helmsman to change the direction of the ship. When Lightning saw that the sail was set, she commanded the dockworkers on land to untie the rope. At the moment, the weather was very good. The snow that fell occasionally was driven by light wind just like the water as the ship slowly left the shore. The little girl descended to Brian ¡®s side and ordered, ¡°Right on full rudder! Carter also shouted, ¡°Right on full rudder!¡± ¡°Uh, what does this right rudder mean?¡± Brian scratched his head and asked, ¡°How many right circles?¡± ¡°No, you have to turn the steering-wheel left around,¡± said Lightning, while walking away. ¡°Come on, or do I have to come over?¡± She had forgotten that it was the first time for these people to control a ship, so they even didn¡¯t understand the basics of any instructions. If this was a standard brig, I¡¯m afraid they wouldn¡¯t even be able to roll out the sails. With less than ten people, they were still able to drive the ship offshore, which was only possible due to the ship¡¯s unique design. Lightning took the wheel handle which was even higher than her, and with her feet off the ground, she rotated it left around ¨C this huge transverse steering wheel was very heavy for ordinary women to turn. In the absence of mechanical power and under-equivalent power transmission, she had to overcome the entirety of the water resistance when moving the massive iron rudder. However, since Lightning could fly, this was no problem for her. She noted that there was a thin piece installed at the base of the rudder to prevent the rudder from overturning, so she couldn¡¯t help but wonder, I heard that the ship is the Prince¡¯s original design, so how can it be that he even knows this detail? Even sailors who had stayed at sea all year round did not necessarily know the structures of the various parts of the ship. ¡°Sister Wendy, you can start producing your wind.¡± Wendy, who stood at the top of the cabin, didn¡¯t know whether she should laugh or cry, so this was the true reason why His Highness had asked me if I¡¯m afraid of heights. So now, I should power the ship with my ability? When thinking about her usual boring life, such as drying meat or clothes, this gave her a subtle feeling of contrast. She opened her hands, going into her usual practice state, and let the wind blow from her feet to her head equally, balancing the wind as much as possible when blowing it into both sides of the sail. To be honest, Wendy did not expect that this seemingly simple task would be so difficult to operate. Although she had awoken as a witch fifteen years ago, she had never tried to gain a deeper understanding and control of her power. Whether it was to call the wind to attack the enemy or to summon a storm to sweep the enemy away, those were one-time releases of a large amount of magic. In the camp, when doing the chores, she only had to sometimes use a lot of power, but as long as the goal could be achieved, she hadn¡¯t to use much. Now thinking about Anna, who was always earnestly using her power, Wendy suddenly felt a little ashamed. ¡°The first thing you have to do is to practice your ability over and over again until you can control it entirely ¨C just like Anna.¡± These aren¡¯t empty words. Then from now on I will start to¡­ Wendy took a deep breath and focused all of her attention on creating the wind. Although the wind was not perfectly balanced, the sails were still bulging, and under the steady stream of wind, the mast gave off a squeaking sound, and the bow began to turn right. ¡°It¡¯s really moving!¡± Carter exclaimed. ¡°His Royal Highness was able to turn stone into a boat, and let it float on the water,¡± Sir Pyne laughed and asked, ¡°Is there something he can¡¯t do?¡± Little Town moved farther and farther away from the shore, gradually moving towards the middle of the river. Wendy could produce wind out of nothing, but she wasn¡¯t able to make the existing North wind disappear, so the wind came from two directions, making it impossible to have the ship move in a straight line by only using her power. So, they also had to rely on steering to adjust the direction of the ship. Lightning wasn¡¯t able to teach Brian by words only, this was something Brian had to experience himself. In order to let him master this feeling as soon as possible, the little girl¡¯s first orders were to change the direction of the ship often so that he could learn the relationship between the rotation angle of the steering wheel and the swing of the bow while she herself only made small adjustments. After navigating for more than one hour over the Chishui River, Wendy wasn¡¯t able to hold on any longer. It wasn¡¯t that she ran out of magic power, but instead it was her body,that had reached its limit. Even though her body was wrapped into so many layers that she looked like a dumpling, it still wasn¡¯t able completely resist the invasion of the cold wind. A layer of snow had already accumulated on top of her cotton cap and she already could no longer feel her hands and feet while standing on the shaky roof. If it wasn¡¯t for Lightning who saw her sway strangely, maybe she would have fallen into coma. So Lightning quickly flew towards Wendy and seized her body while shouting to Brian that he should sail back towards the docks. The latter steered the wheel into the right direction, letting the ship slowly turn leftwards. Lightning flew down from the cabin while carrying Wendy. Down on the deck, they only had the sails to save them from the wind, but at least it wasn¡¯t as cold as before so they were able to save their body temperature. Moreover, when they wanted to reach the shore, it would need a person with fine control, and Lightning would never dare to let a rooky take over this important task ¨C even though she had never done it herself. When they finally landed and the river bank collided with the hull, creating a loud sound, all the people¡¯s hearts on board began to race. Even though it sounded alarming when the hull collided with the shore, it didn¡¯t look too bad in the end. The sailor quickly folded the sails together and put up a gangplank to climb ashore. Fortunately, they weren¡¯t able to sail in a straight line during their trial journey, so thanks to their U-turn training on the spacious river, they weren¡¯t so far away from Border Town. Lightning flew towards the castle while carrying Wendy. Carter looked at the stone ship and loudly sighed. Without the help of a witch, he didn¡¯t want to try to sail the ship back to the docks. Chapter 83 Chapter 83 The Northern Coachman Winter was the time of no harvest for most people of the North, especially near the Hermes Plateau. The Months of the Demons not only brought endless wind and snow but furthermore brought cold, hunger, and death. However, for ¡°False Leg¡± White, Winter meant something different. Every winter, the Church¡¯s envoy would come to his door to let him drive several turns to the west border of the kingdom. On the way to the border, he would collect suffering orphans with his carriage and bring them to the old Holy City. For him, this was a good deal since he would almost earn twenty silver royals for each trip to the border. What was even better was that he could also accumulate merits of doing good work. It was almost the end of this year¡¯s Months of the Demons, so this turn should be the last run of this season. ¡°Your honor, please go back to the carriage and stay inside. Outside, it will still snow for a long time, so you don¡¯t need to eat the wind and drink the snow every day like I do you aren¡¯t allowed to freeze.¡± ¡°This is nothing,¡± the Church¡¯s messenger contradicted White and took a big gulp out of his jug before continuing, ¡°In the new Holy City it can be much colder than it is here. At the plateau, leather clothes and armor aren¡¯t able to stop the cold. If you are there, the cold will come through every opening and drill into every part of your body. Without the usage of cold pills, no ordinary people can survive at that place. ¡°What you said should be right,¡± White nodded, he hadn¡¯t been to the new Holy City, and he also didn¡¯t plan to go there. Since only the cold and the demonic beasts existed there, why should I go there? However, as an experienced coachman, it was easy for him to find another topic to speak about, a subject that would be preferred by the envoy. ¡°Your gloves should be made from the leather of the wolves native to the west border of the Kingdom of Graycastle, right?¡± ¡°Oh? You can see that?¡± ¡°Hey, my lord, I¡¯ve been doing this work for thirty years,¡± White proudly said, ¡°first for the baron, then for the countess, and later even for the Wolfsheart Kingdom¡¯s little princess. If it were not for the accident when I broke my legs, maybe I would still be working for the count¡¯s house. They had nothing besides plenty of gold royals and paid excellently for Graycastles¡¯s fur and silverware, jewelry from the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, and the fjord¡¯s handicrafts. They demanded so much that I could never deliver enough.¡± ¡°So,¡± the Ambassador nodded, ¡°this is the origin of your nickname? In what kind of accident were you involved in?¡± ¡°Well, it was a refugee riot. The group of thugs didn¡¯t stop for anything as long as they could get something to eat from it,¡± White disdainfully answered. He spat on the ground, ¡°When they surrounded the carriage, I had no other choice than to urge the horse to run if I wanted to save the countess. But, it got frightened, threw me down, and turned over the carriage. ¡°So you broke your leg?¡± the Ambassador curiously asked, ¡°but what happened to the countess?¡± ¡°She got away since there were many cushions and thick quilts inside the carriage, so she got some light bruises,¡± White barked, ¡°She just crawled out of the carriage and left me on the road to die. On my broken leg, I dragged my body home.¡± He slapped his hand against the brass stick that showed from under his cut-off trousers.¡± However, the count¡¯s house threw me out on the pretext that I could not drive anymore, those damn aristocrats!¡± ¡°What a pity,¡± the Ambassador paused, ¡°but God did not abandon you, now you are driving for the Church.¡± ¡°Yes sir.¡± Answered White, but inside, he thought, No. If God were merciful, he wouldn¡¯t let me do this. Instead, he would have saved me when I needed him the most. At this moment, the cry of a young girl could be heard. ¡°We need a little pause.¡± Hearing this, White pulled at the reins so that the two horses gradually stopped. At the moment the carriage had stopped, the ambassador jumped down and went to its back. Soon, a whip crack could be heard from behind the carriage. Poor child, thought White as he sighed, you have to endure it, this is your savior. If it weren¡¯t for the Church¡¯s envoy who always supported me through the winter, I would only be an unattended corpse at the side of the road. Soon, the ambassador came back, climbed up, and sat beside White and only commanded, ¡°Go.¡± ¡°Brace yourselves, I am driving!¡± shouted White as he shook his reins, removing the carriage. ¡°Are they all from the Wolfsheart Kingdom?¡± ¡°Almost, the churches in every town in the Kingdom takes in some of the orphans especially during the winter, when there is a food and clothing shortage everywhere. We receive many times more people compared to the other seasons because of this. If we only depended on our Church¡¯s own members, it wouldn¡¯t be enough, so we have to employ some drivers with good reputations to help us to transport the orphans to the Oldy Holy City. Until now you have done very well, White. My predecessor could only praise you.¡± ¡°It is my privilege to be part of such a good deed,¡± said White, honored. ¡°Your excellency, will they also be sent to the monastery? I hate to ask, though they are orphans, their characters aren¡¯t the same. Although some of them aren¡¯t so old, some of them have already done terrible deeds, so won¡¯t these people contaminate the pure and holy earth?¡± ¡°God will judge them, and even if they are guilty, they will get the opportunity of salvation.¡± answered the envoy with complete conviction. ¡°Will they? That¡¯s a good thing.¡± Wright was amazed, but soon he raised his head and looked at the sky before he continued. ¡°It¡¯s late. Sir, shall we stay in the next town? If the weather tomorrow is good, we will arrive at the Old Holy City at noon.¡± ¡°It¡¯s already this late?¡± asked the Ambassador, ¡°Look for an inn, and after you bring the carriage to the yard you can prepare the food for the orphans.¡± ¡°Okay!¡± White agreed to the plan. This town belonged to the Wolfsheart Kingdom, and if someone wanted to reach the Old Holy City, they had to go through this town. So, it wasn¡¯t White¡¯s first time here. Thanks to this, he quickly found the inn he had previously frequented. He drove the carriage into the yard and then took some coins from the Church¡¯s envoy to buy some food for the orphans. As usual, he bought sweet potato porridge, which was the most appropriate choice since it was cheap and still had a pretty good taste. After watching them divide the porridge, White limped back to the inn, asked for some bread with butter, and sat at the bar to eat. As for the envoy, he certainly had a better place to go. If White hadn¡¯t broken his leg ten years ago, he would have gone to the tavern to order a glass of wine, and he would also have thrown some dice ¨C he had always had a good hand for them. But now¡­ White took his purse and found his room to sleep early. Later, in the evening, he heard some voices from the yard. So, he got up and lifted the curtains to control the situation. But White only saw that the Church¡¯s drunken envoy had come back. The envoy opened the door of the carriage and went into it. Soon he returned outside, pulling two orphans with him. Beside the carriage, two people dressed in aristocratic clothes were already waiting. Seeing that it was only the envoy, White put the curtain down and went back under the warm blanket. This wasn¡¯t the first time he witnessed the envoy doing this. Actually, it was a regular thing for him. Being alive is the greatest happiness, he thought, they have just to endure the pain for the moment. You only have to survive until we reach the Old Holy City, there you will be able to start a new life. At least in the monastery, you won¡¯t have to fear starving. Thinking until here, White yawned and soon fell asleep. At dawn, he got the envoy and drove on. The last part of the journey went without incident, and they even reached the Old Holy City two hours sooner than expected. There were already other church¡¯s carriages waiting for them; it seemed that these poor devils still had some way to go, but all this had nothing to do with him. ¡°This is your reward.¡± The envoy called to White and threw a bag toward him. White took the coins out of the bag and counted them twice. Indeed, it was twenty silver royals. So he nodded and said, ¡°I hope I will see you again in the coming year. But the envoy did not answer. Instead, he waved his hand to indicate that White could depart. White noticed that in addition to him, several other coachmen were doing the same job. Are they the from the other Kingdoms? He asked himself, but soon he noticed something strange, it seemed only girls would come down from the carriages. So when the church adopts orphans, they only adopt girls? He shook his head, threw this problematic thought to the back of his head, and started the journey back home. Chapter 84 Chapter 84 The truth behind Hermes Bishop Mayne followed the circular staircase leading into the earth. The staircase, with a depth of at least of four times that of the cathedral¡¯s highest tower and a diameter of about twenty feet, was built in a natural doline and lead directly into a strategically-positioned and spacious castle. The beginning of the staircase was well lit by skylight pathing through the windows of the high dome above, giving the twisting and turning stone walls an icy color. But when following the steps, the stairway quickly darkened, seemingly fusing the walls into one. But after some time at the center of the staircase, the reflection of a blue light could be seen, and the deeper one went, the brighter it would become. So even without a torch, they would never fall into a pitch-black predicament. At the foot of the staircase, a pathway that was firmly attached to the rock wall meandered around a dark hole. The path was cut out of granite, formed by many rectangular pieces three fingers thick. The path was wide enough for two people walk side by side. One end of each granite piece was embedded into the rock wall while the other end was in the air. In order to prevent accidental falls, there were wooden fence posts that were connected by rope at the side of the hole.. Mayne didn¡¯t count the number of steps he walked. In the end, there were just too many, but he knew that embedding every piece of stone was a tough task. The masons hired by the Church had to lean on a rope to hang down while they knocked out suitably deep holes in the hard rock.Afterwards, they had to insert the granite plates into the holes. Each action had to be done very carefully because every rope slippage or breakage lead to a fall to the bottom, which happened to more than three hundred people. If the Church¡¯s Cathedral on the surface was a symbol for the unyielding spirit of the church, then the hidden castle in the Hermes plateau was the real core of the Church. A piece of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was embedded at the edge of every step, and a guard was placed on every hundredth step. For last line of defense, there was even a squadron of the God¡¯s Punishment Army that was always ready to face an attack from intruders. Many bags of sand and gravel were buried between the Cathedral and the underground castle. This was in case every line of defense in the Holy City had failed. If every important person was evacuated, the pope could start the trap and bury everything under a deep layer of sand and gravel. Although it wasn¡¯t Mayne first visit to the underground castle, the feeling of walking on air still made him feel dizzy. Especially after some time, he would always have the illusion of falling. So he was a little relieved when he finally had once more solid ground under his feet. At the bottom of the sinkhole was a huge white stone disc, with a surface as smooth as a mirror. When standing above it, someone could even clearly see their own reflection. Through a cleverly designed construction, the light coming through the windows within the dome was so reflected that it directly hit the millstone. Thanks to this, even without lighting a torch, the bottom of the doline was never dark. When reaching the bottom of the doline, they would discover that the sun is not colorless. After being reflected by the grindstone, the light would become blue, yet when looking upwards, the blue light would let the sinkhole shine in a cool color. But when taking a closer look, someone would discover that there were countless dust particle flying upwards, just like the minute creatures recorded within the ancient book. The holes within the wall of the mountain were caves formed by nature, and the church only opened up the entries, to further expand and built the Hermes castle. But thanks to theses holes which extended in all directions, the air could flow freely, so that the air at the bottom of the doline didn¡¯t feel rotten or oppressive. When Mayne stepped through the door into the castle¡¯s main area, he was suddenly surrounded by a strong defense force. There were five soldiers called Judges, who guarded every entryway ¨C the Judges were the Church¡¯s most loyal soldiers, once they were accepted into this group and started their work, they would forever live in the castle, never able to return to the surface. In fact, only he and the pope were able to enter and later exit the castle, even the two archbishops Heather and Tayfun weren¡¯t allowed to enter here. But even Mayne didn¡¯t know how many channels the castle had. In addition to the main channel leading south, there were many side branches leading away from the main branch, and when following this side channels, they would split again into many more branches. Some were used by the Church, while others were sealed. He had heard, that during the construction of the castle, a few artisans strayed into those channels not marked as safe, which led to them becoming lost, never able to find their way back. The vertical main channel led directly to the depths of the mountain, around every three hundred feet (about 100 meters), Mayne had to cross a checkpoint. He knew that the Church was using each segment between two checkpoints for a different task. The most outside area was used as the living area for the warriors who had to stay their whole life in the castle. The second segment was used as archives, for the storage of instruments, and fragments of ancient books. The third section was the jail area, where prisoners were housed who weren¡¯t allowed to see the light ever again¡­ innocents included. After crossing through the third checkpoint, Mayne stopped. Further in, was the castle¡¯s secret area. All of the Church¡¯s research materials and inventions originated from this place, and without the Pope¡¯s authorization, no one was allowed to enter. Since he became the Archbishop three years ago, he had only stepped into this area once before. When Mayne walked closer he took the left path. After a short walk, the way was ended by a door, with a plate at the height of the chest on it on which read ¡°Elders!¡± Mayne nodded to the guards and ordered, ¡°Open the door.¡± Behind the door the corridor continued, there were burning torches hanging on the wall, like small sparks of light within a sea of darkness, continuing along the path until the end. On both sides of the road were many wooden doors and in the middle of each door hung a plate with a number on it. One of the Judges who followed Mayne raised a torch to illuminate the surroundings. While walking down the channel, Mayne looked all the while at the numbers on the plates. When he finally saw the number 35 mottled into the plate, he stopped and pulled a key out of one of his pockets and inserted it into the keyhole, turning it lightly. At the bottom of the doline, the sound of opening the lock was especially harsh, and its echo could be heard even at the end of the channel. As if it was a signal flare, suddenly many cries could be heard through the doors, there were calls from men and women. When listening carefully, Mayne could understand some of them! ¡°Quickly save me!¡± ¡°Help me!¡± ¡°Please, kill me!¡± and the like. But Mayne was unmoved by the cries. He only ordered the guard standing beside the door to immediately shut it after he entered the room, leaving the chaos of screams outside. Behind iron rails the bishop saw an old man sitting on his bed ¨C perhaps he was not so old, but now his hair had already turned white, and his face was covered by wrinkles. His beard looked like he hadn¡¯t groomed it in a long time, almost reaching up to his neck. Since he hadn¡¯t seen the sun for a long time, his skin had become terribly pale, and his hands and feet were as thin as bamboo. Mayne glanced at the food plate behind the rails, which looked like it hadn¡¯t been touched, registering this he sighed, ¡°You should treat yourself better, the Church doesn¡¯t lack for food. And the meals are even made according to a king¡¯s standard, except for the wine. Even the fish, it¡¯s first-rate Cod coming from Port of Bluewater. You should be familiar with its taste, right Your Majesty King Wimbledon?¡± Chapter 85 Chapter 85 Thorny Road It took a moment before the old man showed a reaction, he slowly lifted up his quilt, moved it to the bedside and looked in the direction of the Archbishop. Then he opened his mouth and asked: ¡°If it were you who was locked up in this damnable place, do you think you would be able to eat?¡± His voice wasn¡¯t easy to understand, it sounded like his throat had been blocked by something, ¡°Half a year, I¡¯m already trapped here for six months, without any news¡­ Tell me how are my sons and daughters doing?¡± When taking a closer look at the cell, Mayne noticed, that it seemed like one wall was scored with a nail. Is the old man using this method to calculate the date? He moved to a chair facing the King and then asked in return: ¡°Why ask about things that will only make you unhappy?¡± ¡°¡­¡± The King kept his silence for a long while, but eventually spoke, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter to me, after all, you will kill me anyway, right?¡± Mayne only answered with one word, ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Then as a dying man, what does pleasure mean to me, before I die, I just want to know their situation!¡± The longer Wimbledon spoke the more his voice resembled a growl. In the end, what else should I expect? Mayne thought, after all, as a king, he had learned to have a strong spirit and demeanor. When the King had been kidnappted and replaced by a devout, on the road to Hermes, he had repeatedly tried to break free. Then when he was imprisoned, he wasn¡¯t corrupted by madness, instead, he had always tried to negotiate his freedom. Even during all the abuse, he never released a scream, which was very rare in this jail. If it wasn¡¯t impossible to change the plan, Mayne really wouldn¡¯t want to waste such a person whose only bad point was being on the wrong side of their conspiracy. Perhaps since I have already personally come, I should just inform him about the status quo, the Archbishop thought, otherwise, I could just voice the command, and the next moment one of the Judges can come and end his life. So Mayne finally slowly said, ¡°Your eldest son, Gerald is already dead. He was beheaded by your second son, Timothy, on charges of treason. Your third daughter Garcia has declared the independence of the southern border region, conferring herself as the Queen of Clearwater, so a war between her and Timothy is inevitable. As for your fourth son and your fifth daughter, we do not get much information about them. Well¡­ they are still alive. ¡°What are you talking about, rebellion? Independence? What did you do?¡± asked the King enraged. ¡°We let them fight out who would become the next king,¡± explained Mayne with pleasure, ¡°we spread your children through the whole kingdom, and declared whoever governed their territory the best would become the next king.¡± Hearing this, Wimbledon closed his eyes in pain, trying to shut out the world. After a long time, he finally whispered, ¡°Why do you do all this? You took advantage of the prayer day, brought me into the compartment to pray in isolation, there you stripped me of my clothes¡­ and also took my God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Then you used the ability of a witch to replace me with another person. So with this replacement, you could have obviously slowly taken over the country, let the Church gain control of every town. So why did you need to give out the order for the Battle of the Throne?! I, I cannot¡­ Keke¡±, because he got more and more enraged, he began to cough severely, shaking throughout his whole body. ¡°We just couldn¡¯t issue the command which would lead to massacring your children one after another!¡± Mayne continued his verbal attack to finish off the former King. ¡°Maybe you wouldn¡¯t have worked against us, but your children mostly wouldn¡¯t act the way you want them to. They would grow up, develop, and have their own thoughts. Just like you see from your third daughter, Garcia. She already started her project to take over the Port of Clearwater five years ago, so even without the Battle of the Throne, at the point when you would naturally die, do you think she would just stand at the side and look how Gerald would ascend the throne? But the most important reason for us to act, was that we don¡¯t have the time to wait for the natural cause to get rid of you, you should have already noted that the power of the witch isn¡¯t permanent.¡± ¡°Damn you, what would the Church get from the fight between my children? The Church will also sink into a sea of fire, many of their believers will get killed during the war, and the kingdom will become a total mess¡­¡± talking until here, Wimbledon suddenly got a distracted look, not believing his upcoming thought ¡°Do you want to ¨C¡± another burst of severe coughs interrupted the king¡¯s speech once more. When he was finally able to speak again, his voice became as thin as a gossamer, as if that array of coughing had consumed all his remaining energy, ¡°You¡­ want to destroy the royal family!¡± ¡°Exactly, but it would be more accurately to speak about the royal power.¡± Mayen couldn¡¯t help himself from praising the king within his heart for his keen judgment. Even after staying for six months in the completely dark dungeon, by not losing his consciousness he could already be regarded as strong willed, but he has even managed to keep his intelligence. The only other people who would be able to do this can be counted on one hand, ¡°The monarchy will always be a hinderance to the development of the Church, no matter how weak it becomes, it will always rise again just like weed. So only by completely eradicating it, will the Church be able to ¡®genuinely¡¯ control the Kingdom.¡± ¡°¡­¡± suddenly Wimbledon looked a lot more aged, previously only his outer appearance seemed to be old, but now it seemed that his spirit had left him and his eyes dimmed. ¡°The Kingdom of Graycastle is the kingdom with the largest territory in the mainland, it has also the largest number of soldiers, so in the case of a full-frontal war, my church can only be at a disadvantage. We had already planned all this for a long time now. During a civil war, your kingdom will lose a lot of soldiers and mercenaries, after waiting for only two to three years, our God¡¯s Punishment Army will be able to easily take over the whole territory of your Kingdom. But you don¡¯t need to be sad, your kingdom isn¡¯t the only one we are subjugating. The other three kingdoms are all facing the same situation. Soon the mainland will no longer have the four kingdoms. Instead of the ¡°Wolfsheart Kingdom¡°, the ¡°Kingdom of Eternal Winter¡±, ¡°Kingdom of Dawn¡± and the ¡°Kingdom of Graycastle¡°, there will be only one regime, ¡°the Church¡±, ruling over all the countries.¡± Wimbledon turned completely silent, the man who had won the throne from his brother by force of arms was now like a man who had lost his life, even for Mayne it was hard to bare, but in his mind, he hadn¡¯t the slightest thought of regret. The Church had also invested a lot into this plan ¨C a large number of outstanding believers had been willingly used as pawns, regardless of the danger to themselves. For example, the man who had played Wimbledon III was a devoted member of the Judges. He was a strong believer and absolutely loyal to the Church, and would have originally received the transformation ceremony, becoming a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. However, in order to complete the mission, he got his appearance changed by a witch into that of you. So when he died in the castle he didn¡¯t receive any honor. Before the mission, he could have carved his name on top of the Church¡¯s monument on Hermes, but now the Church could only bury his name forever. When Mayne came to the conclusion that Wimbledon wouldn¡¯t speak any further, he took a small porcelain bottle out of a pocket and gave it to him to drink. When Wimbledon had collected himself and drank the potion, he spoke ist final words, ¡°Curse¡­¡± ¡°Yes?¡± asked Mayne, waiting for the King to continue. ¡°I curse you¡­ I¡¯ll be waiting for you in the depths of hell.¡± Wimbledon¡¯s voice grew fainter with every word, in the end, Mayne had even to concentrate if he wanted to understand what was said. ¡°It¡¯s a pity that there is no hell in this world. Even if there is one, it isn¡¯t a place where I belong to. Everything we are doing is for the continuing of humanity. Only by unifying the four Kingdoms, are we able to get enough power to confront the true enemy, or else¡­ ¡± The Archbishop stopped his speech when he saw that Wimbledon¡¯s hand had lost all of its strength and had fallen to the ground, his head twisted to one side, and his chest stopped to move. This was the end of a king, but it¡¯s our beginning, he thought. Mayne took up the bottle and put it back into his pocket. Then he opened the door and stepped into the quiet corridor, which gave the feeling like there had never been any cries. He only explained to the member of the Judges how to deal with the aftermath, and then he left the castle without looking back even once. TN: Please no spoilers! I will delete every comment which contains spoilers! Chapter 86 Chapter 86 The Choice of the Witches Leaves didn¡¯t know how long she could still hold on. Her return to the camp in the Impassable Mountain Range from the wildland took her nearly half a month. In order to avoid detection by demonic beasts, she carefully hid inside the thick and solid trunk of a tree to confirm that there were no demonic beast activity within the vicinity before running to the next place to hide. Despite her worry of the slow marching speed, she had no other choice. Once she was detected by demonic beasts, she wouldn¡¯t be able to survive alone. More than a dozen sisters had fallen under the attack of the Devils, and the sisters who survived weren¡¯t good at fighting. During the time when Ironhand jumped into the crowd and started his massacre, they had scattered in all directions, but in the end, there were only a few who were still alive and able to come back to the camp. Thinking of all the death, the pain within Leaves¡¯ heart didn¡¯t stop. The action of having to always hide herself during the escape consumed a large amount of magic power, thus she was only able to cover a distance of ten miles daily. In particular, she always had to save enough power to survive the night. Since all of the rations she had at hand were eaten, she also had to look for wild fruits to sate her constant hunger. In addition, the heat spell within her Witches Cooperation Association emblem had also run out of power, so she could only use bark to wrap tightly around herself . Every time she thought about the deaths of the young witches, who weren¡¯t even allowed to mature and who she had promised to protect, she couldn¡¯t stop her tears from falling. And as if all of this wasn¡¯t enough, during one night, when she was wrapped in her tree trunk she was constantly attacked by the demon¡¯s bite ¨C after the constant attack of mental and physical blows, she had completely forgotten about this. Suddenly, she felt as if her chest was torn open, and the pain quickly spread throughout her whole body. The pain attacked her so suddenly that she almost instantly lost her consciousness. She was only able to fight back when she bit her tongue tasted the blood flowing in her mouth. Under the constant torture, Leaves thought of giving up several times, but the thought of the possibility that more than twenty fleeing sisters, with serious injuries which only she was able to heal, were waiting in the camp for her return gave her the power to fight against the bite. Fortunately, she didn¡¯t have to suffer for a long time under the demon¡¯s bite. When she finally broke out from the suffering, she discovered that the tree trunk surrounding her body had a huge gap. Even worse, it was wet with her blood. So in order for the smell of her not to be discovered by demonic beasts she had to fight against the pain and exhaustion and take off her clothes before fleeing to another tree. At the same time, she grew some green leaves on a bare branch and sewed warm clothes out of them. Under the guidance of her magic, the branch became a needle and the leaves veins became her thread. During her escape, she couldn¡¯t eat either cooked food or drink warm water. When she finally entered the Impassable Mountain Range, she even added two additional layers of leaves to her clothes, tightly wrapping both her hands and feet, but all this wasn¡¯t enough against the rapidly falling temperature and the ankle-deep snow, resulting in frostbite at her toes. So with this way of stopping and dragging on, with no feeling in her feet, she finally managed to return to the camp. At the moment she saw the familiar figure of one of her sisters, Leaves fell to the ground, unconscious. When she woke up two days later, due to the long time that her feet had been exposed to the low temperatures, her injuries had become so serious that even her own herbal medicine couldn¡¯t stop the spreading gangrene. They had no other choice than to take the last resort and cut off two toes from both her right and left foot. These sacrifice didn¡¯t bother Leaves much, since she was able to survive. Compared to those sisters who had never come back, she was very lucky. However, when she saw that her surviving sisters¡¯ arms were all wrapped in white clothes, great sorrow spread out uncontrollably from the bottom of her heart. At the moment of departure, there was already only forty-two sisters, but now there were only six survivors. When Leaves was finally able to calm down, she asked the others how they they fared. As she already knew, during their fight with the devils, the witches with abilities incapable of combat took the opportunity to escape to the camp in the Impassable Mountain Range. During their first night, they were attacked by demonic beasts ¨C a group consisting of wild boar species. Everyone who was unable to fight had to flee once more. The fact that they were already attacked again by a group of demonic beasts was clearly a bad omen, but there was nothing they could do against it. The next morning, after a new attack from wolf-like shaped demonic beasts, only eight witches were able to escape. Fortunately, after they had entered the Impassable Mountain Range, the demonic beasts weren¡¯t able to keep up. When they had finally reached the camp some days ago, two sisters were attacked by the demon¡¯s bite. Maybe it was because the traumatic experiences of the last few days were too great and the future prospect was too dark, but they didn¡¯t have the will to fight and weren¡¯t able to survive the demon¡¯s bite. Since there was no battle witch who was able to come back, everyone had thought that they had died under the hands of the devils, so no one had expected that Leaves would come back. Finally, someone asked, ¡°So¡­ what happened to our other sisters? Scarlet, Windseeker, and furthermore our mentor Cara, did they survive like you?¡± Leaves shook her head and whispered, ¡°I am the only one who survived.¡± ¡°Do you¡­¡± Scroll quietly began to speak, but since she could already guess the answer she said instead, ¡°Then you have a good rest. Also¡­¡± She hesitated for a moment, ¡°Leaves, there is one more point.¡± ¡°What?¡± asked Leaves, exhausted. ¡°When you were in a coma, we sisters had talked and come to the conclusion that in the case that Cara doesn¡¯t come back, we hope that you will take the position of our mentor.¡± Suddenly being asked this question, Leaves became distracted so she closed her eyes to think. Well, yes, our Witch Cooperation Association has suffered such a fatal blow, if we do not immediately select a new leader, I¡¯m afraid we will soon fall apart. But the purpose of our society was to seek the Holy Mountain and obtain freedom and peace. Now the search for the Holy Mountain is over. No, the ¡°Holy Mountain¡± itself is a hoax. It does not exist in the Impassable Mountain Range, nor in the wild lands. Then, why should our society continue to exist? Leaves¡¯ mind was in total chaos. Even so, she wasn¡¯t looking at them, but she could still feel the eyes of her sisters, waiting for her answer. Her sisters needed a person to lead them and guide them forward, someone who hadn¡¯t already given up. After long silence, Leaves finally spoke, ¡°We¡­ will go looking for Nightingale.¡± Hearing her decision, the other sisters began to shout in disorder. ¡°What, why should we go looking for her?¡± ¡°Do you mean we should also go to Border Town?¡± ¡°What if she lied to us?¡± ¡°Wendy is there too.¡± ¡°She might have died long ago.¡± Having enough of the chaos, Scroll clapped her hands, let the others quiet down, and then she asked Leaves, ¡°What should we do if what Nightingale said is also a hoax?¡± ¡°You can wait outside of the town, far enough to be safe,¡± answered Leaves as she opened her eyes, ¡°Let me find out the situation first before determining if Nightingale had lied. So, for now, I will take the post of Mentor, but if¡­ if I die in town, Scroll will take over command and lead the sisters to safety.¡± ¡°But I¡­¡± began Scroll, but she was soon interrupted by Leaves. ¡°I know your ability is not suitable for fighting, and your ability is not much help for the daily operation of the camp. But now I understand that the strength of the ability isn¡¯t important for the rank of leader.¡± The Mentor should be a guide, instead of being the strongest, but unfortunately, it is too late for us now. If the cautious and patient Wendy was our Mentor, wouldn¡¯t the outcome have been complete different? ¡°You and Wendy were the first to join the Witch Cooperation Association, so you are already an elder sister. You crossed the whole kingdom on your march from the east to reach the Impassable Mountain Range, so you have a lot of experience. You are cautious, and you don¡¯t think you are better than everyone else. So, there is no one who is better suited to be the mentor of us sisters than you. Afterwards, Scroll was silent for a moment until she said, ¡°¡­What if what Nightingale said is true?¡± ¡°Then there is no reason why our Witch Cooperation Association should exist any longer,¡± Leaves slowly explained, ¡°after all, that would mean Border Town is our ¡®Holy Mountain¡¯!¡± TN: Please no spoilers! I will delete every comment which contains spoilers! Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Winter Twilight (Part 1) ¡°Ready ¨C! Strike!¡° Hearing this command, Van¡¯er put all of his strength into striking at his target with his pike. He held it with both hands, and as he hit the wolf¡¯s head, the pike gave off a cracking sound. The wolf had fluffy fur and its eyes were copper-red. When it opened its mouth, Van¡¯er saw two rows of fangs in which the largest fangs were as big as his thumb. It was the first time that he had come so close in contact with a demonic beast, while it was trying to hit him with its claws, it was even throwing snowflakes at his face. Van¡¯er felt like his brain had gone blank and he was acting on instincts learned during training, like subconsciously gripping the pike tighter continuing to drive the pike further. Van¡¯er suddenly got the feeling that time was flowing slower; he saw that the pike had bowed to its maximum. However, the pike wasn¡¯t able to penetrate deep enough into the demonic beast¡¯s belly, giving Van¡¯er the thought that the wolf¡¯s sharp claws would tear his cheeks open. Suddenly a ¡°bang¡± was heard. The pike wasn¡¯t able to withstand the momentum of the wolf, and finally broke into two pieces. At the same moment of the breaking sound, the time flow turned back to normal and the wolf fell down ¨C its claws landed on the city wall, scraping a series of marks into the debris. The other half of Van¡¯er¡¯s pike smashed onto the city wall along with the wolf. ¡°Guns, loading is complete!¡± ¡°Fire at will!¡± Suddenly a gun barrel was extended on each side of Van¡¯er. Seeing this, Van¡¯er stepped a half step back as fast as possible and raised his head to avoid the smoke and debris that would hit his eyes. As for saving his ears, he had no time for it. Soon after the gunfire subsided, Van¡¯er stepped back to the front, where he discovered that a number of demonic beasts at the wall¡¯s base laid, slain. The one Van¡¯er had stabbed laid also between them. When he turned his head, he could see his roommate proudly grinning at him. One only needs a week to learn to use your weapon, so there is nothing to be proud about. Van¡¯er took only a glance, then he switched his line of sight back to the battlefield. In a situation like this, His Highness¡¯ artillery team would come in handy, but at this time they still had to rely on these crutches. ¡°Your pike is broken, so take this new one.¡± Cat¡¯s Paw handed Van¡¯er a new pike, ¡°Is this group of demonic beasts crazy? They¡¯ve been attacking us for two to three hours already, right? ¡°Yes, they are crazy,¡± answered Van¡¯er, taking the pike and stepping back into place to wait for the next wave of attack. ¡°How late is it?¡± ¡°It¡¯s almost noon.¡± Cat¡¯s Paw sighed. Taking advantage of the Hunter overseer¡¯s lack of attention, he took on both sides, ¡°What¡¯s with Jop and the Rodney Brothers?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t look for them. Do you want to be killed by the wolves?¡± Van¡¯er snapped. ¡°They were assigned to the other walls; they are probably in the third or the fourth group. How were you able to change into group one?¡± ¡°I belonged to the replacement team,¡± Cat¡¯s paw laughingly answered, ¡°Whenever there is a need I will come and help. In the last wave, an uncle was wounded and now it¡¯s my turn -¡° ¡°Make ready -!¡± sounded the Hunter overseer¡¯s voice, interrupting Cat Paw¡¯s words. When looking down the wall, a dozen of quickly approaching demonic beasts could be seen, they were already so close that he could discern the various kinds of demonic beasts. This wave only had two wolves. The others were wild boars, a species of fox and a species of bear, which were no big threat to the wall. ¡°Pierce!¡± Nevertheless, he still obeyed the instructor¡¯s orders, carrying out a unified pike attack. Sure enough, this time, his pike thrust only hit the air. But when he recovered his pike, Van¡¯er saw that the two wolves were already shot down by a group of other hunters. Since this wave of demonic beasts was slower, the hunter team had squeezed between the strike team, and shot as they pleased. They had been undergoing this cycle of fixed action already from dawn until the present. When the first horn was sounded, most people were still asleep. Van¡¯er yawned. This time, the attack of the demonic beasts was more intense than ever before. Usually they had to maintain this kind of battle for only one or two waves, but today, the demonic beasts were piling up at the base of the wall. They had already been replaced by the second militia team halfway so that they could eat something, rest for a short moment, and then return to the wall. But unexpectedly, Van¡¯er found himself much calmer than he had previos thought he would b, so when he heard that the gun team had to step back, he let them through, just as rehearsed in the previous weekdays. At first, they seemed like strange rules and regulations, but now they came in handy and were incredibly effective. The others looked almost the same as Van¡¯er. They all firmly grasped their pikes and had a serious look on their face, but some of them looked very nervous. However, everyone stood still with a straight body, and no one stepped a step back. However, Van¡¯er knew that the biggest push to the morale hadn¡¯t come from the daily training, instead, it came from His Highness. At the moment after the firearms team shot, Van¡¯er secretly glanced at the middle of the castle wall ¨C it was the position where His Highness stood, overlooking the battle. Shortly after the horn sounded for the first time, His Highness had stepped onto the top of the city wall. Since then, he had stood on the wall, continually holding the defense line without any rest. Even when it was time to eat, he didn¡¯t step down. Instead, His Highness remained on top of the wall and sent his chief knight to personally get the breakfast. When Van¡¯er recalled the behavior of the last lord, he remembered that the lord had withdrawn by boat as quickly as possible at the beginning of the Months of the Demons. The lord was followed by the other nobility, and then by the whole civilian population. As long as they had some silver royals they would flee by boat, but if they had no money, they could only use their own feet to flee to Longsong Stronghold. Thinking back at this, Van¡¯er felt completely refreshed. Yes, the army from the Lord of Longsong Stronghold and the prince¡¯s Border Town militia team was completely different. The former group completely relied on their armor and weapons, and often tyrannized the area within the new and old districts, even suppressing and blackmailing foreign businessmen. But in Van¡¯er¡¯s view, apart from the captain from the second militia team, there was no difference between rogues and them. Led by His Royal Highness, the militia was such a powerful team that they weren¡¯t even afraid of blocking the demonic beasts outside of Border Town, making it impossible for them to advance. In the past, only Longsong Stronghold was able to do this. Just look at Fish Balls, he was a former gangster in the old district. He was often the object of ridicule, but after joining the militia team and picking up the pike, he became a role model as a good citizen. There was also Fermi; his head was to big and he was a little slow, so he was often beaten up laughed at by the people of the old district. But now, when fighting with a pike, not only did he become extremely fast and ruthless, but also more skilled than most people. Every time when the others had already finished their training, he would still thrust out a hundred slashes, because His Highness had once said, ¡°If the inflexible bird wants to overtake the more nimble ones, it has to catch up with their pace and then do even more.¡± In the beginning, it was obviously only for the second egg, but now the soldiers were glad that they had joined the militia. Every day there was subtle changes in everyone, and every day they could train harder than yesterday. Van¡¯er thought that he wasn¡¯t the only one who felt this way. Rather, he thought everyone would feel like this. He did not know how to describe his feelings. Perhaps it was best described by the words often used by His Highness ¨C they were a team like never seen before. ¡°Woo ¨C woo -¡± suddenly, two short horn blows could be heard. This was the early warning system for an approaching mixed species. So, Van¡¯er looked into the distance and discovered a mixed species with wings and a lion¡¯s head, which was very similar to the beast that broke through the last time. Today this is our second meeting, he thought, but this time, it isn¡¯t the same as last time. In addition to the gun team, we also have help from other forces. When he turned his head to the side and looked towards the middle of the wall, he could see a little girl with blond hair floating beside the Prince. Chapter 88 Chapter 88 Winter Twilight (Part 2) ¡°Don¡¯t be so hasty, now isn¡¯t the time to act,¡± said Roland. He could only sigh when looking at Lightning who was eagerly flying around. God only knows why she is so interested in fighting against that demonic beast. It¡¯s obvious that she isn¡¯t the fighting type. But, compared with ordinary people this little girl doesn¡¯t even show the least bit of fear. ¡°Just follow the same pattern we used when dealing with the last one, don¡¯t try to be brave, you¡¯re just a lure so that it will focus its attention onto you. Always maintain a high degree of awareness! Even though it cannot fly, when it jumps up, it¡¯s still a very serious threat!¡± ¡±I already know about that,¡± Lightning spoke with a voice full of confidence, ¡°It isn¡¯t my first fight with something like this. Rest assured, I already know my limit. This time, it won¡¯t even be able to touch my clothes.¡± During their talk, the mixed species had come even closer to the wall. It had already crossed the barriers, and leaped in the direction of the unguarded area, trying to climb the wall. But this time, it was ignored by the militia members. They just kept defending their own sector, always waiting for the Hunter Captain¡¯s next stab command. ¡°Then, we begin the special operations mission against this mixed species!¡± shouted Roland. Hearing this, Lightning who was already flying out stopped for a moment and looked back to Roland. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± ¡°That phrase of your¡¯s¡­¡± Lightning thought it through once more, then shook her head, ¡°It seemed slightly strange. Well forget it, I¡¯m off.¡± Seeing the little girl¡¯s small figure flying quickly away, Roland turned towards Anna and Nightingale and asked embarrassed, ¡°Did you also thought that it was strange?¡± ¡°Well,¡± they both nodded. All right¡­ it seems even in this place these two lines were strange, ¡°You both can go now as well. Be careful!¡± ¡°Your Highness, take care,¡± Nightingale bowed to Roland, then she took Anna¡¯s hand and pulled her off into the fog. Roland put his arms behind his back, standing straight while facing the wind, trying to imitate how a BOSS would look like. He knew that many soldiers, when they had the time to catch their breath, would secretly glance at him. Because of this, even though his feet were already numb, he stood stoically at the highest point of the wall, clearly visible to everyone ¨C demonstrating that the Prince was always on their side. Since he couldn¡¯t put himself into combat, this way he could still serve to inspire them. This time, the intensity of the demonic beast attacks had exceeded all attacks previous. According to Iron Axe, during last year¡¯s Month of Demons, there would always only appear one or two mixed species. But this year, there were already four attacks of them on Border Town. The duration of these attacks was also unusually long, even now, groups of twelve or even larger would emerge from the forest, always continuing to dash towards the city wall. Fortunately, the flintlock production has increased in the last month, and I¡¯m now able to send out a team of one hundred armed with flintlocks. Without them, I would have never been able to guarantee such a high killing speed. If we had to use crossbows, I¡¯m afraid killing all of them would have been very difficult. In the long run, the advantage of guns, which needed less physical exertion, will become even more apparent. Of course, the large consumption of gunpowder was enough to give Roland a headache, he had already ordered more than twenty packs of explosives from the warehouse, which tore a huge hole in his reserves, so he was already thinking about rationing gunpowder. At the same moment, Lightning was already flying around the mixed species¡¯s head. She fished a stone from her pocket and threw it at the beast¡¯s head. The stone accurately hit the target¡¯s head, startling it so that it jumped forcefully back, only to discover that the attack actually come from the sky. To provoke it further, Lighting flew always at a low altitude and directly in front of its head, slowly luring it towards the town center. Although the mixed species certainly had the ability to think, but seeing this annoying little girl flying around in front of it, it didn¡¯t feel any threat. So it immediately pounced up, opened its wings, and in a few jumps it quickly crossed more than a hundred meters. Lightning seeing it prepare for a jump, immediately flew a bit higher and turned around, always keeping a few cottages and a street between herself and the beast. In this way, after seven or eight turns around, she was finally able to lure it to the town center, which was the ambush location on which Nightingale and she had previously agreed on. As a former lion, its sense of smell was naturally very sensitive, it should even be able to discover Nightingale even when she was in her world of fog. Because of this problem, they had to pull the demonic beast¡¯s attention away from them, before Nightingale and Anna could start their surprise attack. For this kind of job, Lightning was perfectly suited. She was able to enrage the mixed species so much, that it jumped around like a maniac, with an opened wide mouth, always trying to get at this annoying fly. But Lightning who didn¡¯t have to bear any weight, was always a small distance away from it, always flying up and down teasingly, making each jump fruitless. At the same time and from another direction Nightingale also arrived at the town square ¨C compared to Lightning, in her world of the fog she could ignore all houses and fences, always moving in a straight line towards her goal. Since Anna¡¯s flame was only able to cover up to ten steps (5 meters), she had to get close to the mixed species, so she closed on it from behind, hoping to not be discovered. When they had to face the mixed species for the first time, this part was very troublesome. However, now it was already their second run against this kind of mixed species and Nightingale had already gotten fully familiar with Anna¡¯s attack. So when they still were thirty feet away from the beast, she raised her speed to the limit, covering the distance in an instant, as if it was in only a single step. When Anna was able to see again, she discovered that the mixed species¡¯ tail was already directly in front of her face. ¡°Attack, now,¡± cried, Nightingale. Around Anna, the black and white world swapped away like a wave. Within the blink of an eye, she was back to the familiar towns square. Directly releasing her green flame from the tip of her finger and expanding it into a great fire cage, covering the whole demonic beast. Facing this flame, Nightingale had to hurriedly retreat, even only feeling the heat wave, was already enough to make her feel like she was burning. Enclosed by the cage of fire, which was even able to melt steel, the mixed species did not have any time to struggle, it instantly turned into a ball of flame and crushingly fell to the ground. ¡°It seems they were already able to solve the problem,¡± Wendy informed him when she discovered the green flame in the distance. In the absence of Nightingale, it was her turn to protect Roland, ¡°It seems like I won¡¯t get any part in the play¡­¡± ¡°If possible, I would like it if it could stay this way,¡± Roland answered, still maintaining his straight stance, pretending like he was riding along an easy road. Having said that, he still knew, that without the help of the witches defending the town, the jumping mixed species would have thrown the militia once more into chaos. But today, even Nana had come to the walls, giving fast treatment to the injured soldiers. Her father was always at her side, protecting her. Today was the first time that Roland publicized the power of the witches in front of all the militiamen, and he was very pleased. Within the ranks, the love for their angel Nana rose to new highs, but when Anna and Nightingale killed the mixed species together, the crowd also began to cheer loudly. Of course, he clearly knew that not everyone wouldn¡¯t mind them, such a situation like with the militia was very rare. But when they were fully accepted by the militia, he would still try to get them accepted by the whole town. Suddenly, the sound of gunfire began to taper off, and Roland noticed that the demonic beasts began to evacuate the wall. Are they finally retreating? He couldn¡¯t believe his eyes. But just at this moment, a beam of light broke through the thick clouds, covering the ground, followed by a second, then a third¡­ Soon, tens of thousands ray of lights broke through the holes within the clouds. Then all the light beams merged into one, becoming dazzling and unable to look at. The earth had suddenly brightened up. ¡°The day when the sun rises again is the end of all evil.¡± There was a short moment of stillness on the wall, but then, a wave of cheering swept across the wall, towards the direction of Border Town. Gradually, the townspeople came out of the houses and also started to cheer. Welcoming the long missed sunshine, celebrating their surviving of the winter, or in order to thank the Prince. In the end, all the cheering merged into a flood, resounding throughout the entire Border Town! Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Victory Celebration (Part 1) This year¡¯s winter was completely different than the previous year¡¯s. In the previous years when the Months of Demons ended, Border Town¡¯s residents had to stay for one more month within Longsong Stronghold¡¯s slums. They waited until the snow had completely melted, only then would they head back home. Back at the town, they always saw a complete mess. After a few months with no one taking care of the houses some of which had already become dilapidated. Some of the less sturdy huts had been overwhelmed by heavy snow and some of the townspeople¡¯s houses had been used by the demonic beast¡¯s as hiding place. Everything was broken and in disorder. For example, the cupboards and the tables were full of bite-marks and the remains of their meals still lay within the corners. Obviously these houses had been used as shelter from the snow and as their lair. They often had to spend a week repairing the houses. Replacing all the moldy furniture, cleaning out the lingering smell of rot and so on. This was the procedure to which the residents were already accustomed to.But this year, it could even be said that Border Town seemed completely new, the snow was quickly swept away, and the prince provided to each family home¡¯s door a multi-colored banner. From afar, the previously monotonous and dilapidated town had become colorful. When the colors mixed together, it looked like a sea of flowers. The castle also spread the news, that on the first day after the Months of Demons, his royal highness would hold a grand celebration ball in the town square! Everyone was invited, and if that wasn¡¯t enough no one had to pay a coin and would also be given free food! What is a ball? It is a social occasion that only the upper nobility was allowed to attend. The townspeople only knew of them from the stories of the influential, experienced and knowledgeable merchants. Yet even then, they were never allowed to attend. If what the merchants had been telling them was right, then even with all their money it still wouldn¡¯t be enough to receive an invitation. But now His Highness would allow anyone to attend? ¡°Your Highness. You wouldn¡¯t do that, right?¡± Carter asked disapprovingly, ¡°There will be neither a band nor will there be any lead dancers! So who will control the rhythm of the ball? Besides, in this kind of remote place, even the nobles aren¡¯t necessarily able to dance, so citizens will only mess everything up.¡± During Carter¡¯s time in Graycastle, he had only ever attended one ball. It had been hosted by a marquis to celebrate the birthday of his daughter. The music played was graceful string music mixed together with passionate drum beats, while the dancing contained many rotations and tapings. But if the instruments were played individually, the ladies would dance to the melodious string music, while the men displayed afterwards a fast and powerful dance in rhythm with the sound of the drums. During breaks, attendants would shuffle through the crowd and hand out drinks and snacks. Up till the last song, the men still had time to find and invite their favorite woman to a dance, and if they were lucky they would not only be rewarded with a dance, but also with some sort of romantic interaction. Carter sighed, although he was still to young to invite his favorite girl, he could still remember the aftertaste of that elegant and romantic atmosphere. The nobilities are trained daily in maintaining their elegant demeanor, can the villagers who had to instead fight with the demonic beast daily compare with them? God, he could not imagine such a scene within Border Town. ¡°Lead dancer? Yes, well,¡± Roland had commanded the militia to remove the stone sculptures and the gallows from the town¡¯s square, ¡°Iron Axe and the militia member will take over that part.¡± ¡°That sandman?¡± Carter was stunned. As the captain of the Hunter Team, and with his performance during the Months of demons, Iron Axe had finally gained the recognition of the Chief knight. Even his alien appearance wasn¡¯t mentioned any longer, however, the other one was still from the Moji Tribe, how could he know the etiquette of the Kingdom of Graycastle?! Yet Roland only mysterious smiled and said: ¡°Because I¡¯m the one who is organizing the ball, it won¡¯t be the usual kind, you will understand it when you see it. He didn¡¯t have much preparation work to do, his biggest job was to remove the obstructions placed in the town square, and instead to put a pile of wood at the center. In addition, they had built tables out of stone, used to carry the barbecued food. Yes, this was the plan Roland had come up with ¨C a combination of campfire with a wild barbecue. Roland had long thought about the problem, how to increase the people¡¯s sense of belonging to Border Town. After a long life working under their previous lord, the concept of status and nationality was set too deep within these rural and illiterate villagers. Only their property and the lives of their family were of their concern. The more backward the people were, the more short-sighted they would become, this was a law for the development of civilization, ¡°Civilization can only be as big as the greatest ideas of it¡¯s people,¡± Roland thought deeply. But this does not mean that lifting their spirits could be ignored, and this victory celebration was one of the methods he had figured out to transform their thinking. In fact, he found it hard to understand that there was no general celebration after the end of the Months of Demons. Facing the invasion from the demonic beasts once in a year was just like a natural disaster. To overcome such evil was naturally worthy of remembering. So he had decided to name the first day after the end of the Months of Demons as ¡°Victory Day¡±. So that within all of the territory belonging to him, this day had now become a public holiday, on which many kinds of celebrations were held. As long as he was able to do it for three to four years, this kind of celebration would become a tradition and would even later carry on without Roland. And with time the people would gradually feel that their own and other people under the governance of the Lord was indeed differently. Even so, it wasn¡¯t noon yet, the square was still full of people. The members of the militia were lined around the pile of wood so that no other could come near it. It seemed that the free distribution of food was quite attractive, I think that at least half of the town¡¯s inhabitants had come, Roland thought. In the end, more than one thousand people stood side by side, filling up the complete square beside the woodpile, there was no place for any other activities. He even discovered that some children had climbed up on the roof of the surrounding buildings so that they had a free look of everything. Since it was their first time with this celebration, there were still some shortcomings. Roland thought that it was now the right time to enter the stage and to hold his speech. This was now his second public speech he had held on this square, thanks to this his attitude was much calmer than the last time. ¡°My people, good afternoon. I¡¯m the fourth Prince of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon.¡± He still used the same introduction as last time, but today its effect was completely differently than it was the last time. His voice hadn¡¯t fallen yet, but the crowd already cheered, ¡°Long live the Prince, His Royal Highness!¡± ¡°Long live His Highness!¡± Roland suddenly felt a kind of warmth spreading through his chest, this time, he hadn¡¯t arranged for any propaganda from his own people. So when he heard the spontaneous cheers from his own militia and the townspeople, he felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in his heart. When their voices finally calmed down a little, he continued, ¡°The Months of the Demons is finally over! Thanks to the militia¡¯s heroic struggle, the demonic beasts weren¡¯t able to cross the wall one step. This year Border Town had only to pay a very small price to fight off the demonic beasts. This proves that, as long as we unite, even if we don¡¯t rely on the power of Longsong Stronghold, we can still get a foothold here! They wanted to threaten our town with food, the fear of hunger and cold, trying to force us to yield. But today¡¯s victory told them, that all this was futile! ¡° ¡°Right, I do not want to go back to that place anymore!¡± ¡°With His Royal Highness, we don¡¯t need to fear a day of hunger during the winter!¡± ¡°At last they cannot blackmail us any longer, His Royal Highness is too kind!¡± ¡°Let us celebrate this splendid and glorious triumph together,¡± Roland shouted, taking advantage of the rising emotions within the crowd. ¡°It is a day to be remembered, and I declare that from now on the first day after the end of the Months of the Demons will be known as the ¡®Victory Day¡¯! The celebration today is precisely for this purpose! My people, enjoy this day to the fullest! Now, let the dance begin!¡± With this a torch was thrown into the pile of firewood, the flames jumped up, instantly setting the whole atmosphere on aflame. TN: Please no spoilers! I will delete every comment which contains spoilers! Chapter 90 Chapter 90 Victory Celebration (Part 2) Six marinated cattle were transported next to the bonfire by carts ¨C if they weren¡¯t escorted by the militia, Roland suspected that on its way through the crowd, the whole cattle would have already been carved up by the masses. This was all of the food reserves the castle had left within the basement. So they wouldn¡¯t have any meat to eat until the arrival of the next merchant ship. Thinking of this, Roland¡¯s heart began to ache. In order to run this celebration, he had even used up all of the reserves he had. The master chefs brought over from Graycastle were only responsible for wiping the meat and controlling the heat. In the end, the task of barbecuing was handed over to six people from the militia team. An iron bar was inserted into the cattle¡¯s body through its mouth and then placed in front of the fire on a brick station. The flames were wildly burning so that even separated by two to three meters the heat waves were still clearly felt. Soon the whole cow¡¯s skin issued a sizzling sound, oil began to emerge out of it¡¯s pores, emitting a seductive scent. Of course, the barbecue couldn¡¯t be the only attraction, so on Roland¡¯s signal, Iron Axe together with a team of militia entered the stage. Since those gorgeous and complex court dance didn¡¯t apply to such an occasion, and there wasn¡¯t much time for training; they couldn¡¯t even remember all the essentials steps, let alone show such a beautiful and complex dance. To ensure that it was an easy to understand dance which was still enjoyable, the dance of the sand people was clearly more in line with the interests of the civilians. The dance started with Iron Axe and the others placing both of their hands on their hips, always putting the right arm through the partner¡¯s left arm, forming a two rings around the bonfire. They were accompaniment by the sounds of horns and began to move clockwise, with each step, they would throw the other foot to kick forward while shouting ¡°Ha! ¡°Is this the lead dance you talked about?¡± Carter asked startled. ¡°Can you even call this a dance?¡± ¡°Of course, it is very easy to remember, the militia had only needed to practice half an hour last night to master the pace,¡± Roland answered laughingly. ¡°Do you also want to try?¡± Carter shook his head and refused the offer. He just felt as if something in his heart would soon break out with a bang ¨C don¡¯t, she was just a girl with an appearance which made men¡¯s hearts beat faster. Don¡¯t, she is just a sad memory from my youth. The other militia members were clapping with their hands in the pace of the all the dancer¡¯s footsteps, accompanying each round with faster applause. The extremely fast rhythm moved the masses, they one after another reached out with their own hands to clap in accordance. As the applause got faster and faster, Iron Axe and his teams dancing speed also became faster and faster. Soon the ring began to show signs of coming apart. It didn¡¯t take long until one of the dancers accidentally fell, taking more of the dancers with him. Seeing this the crowd became shocked, but the militia did not stop the applause, instead it get wilder and changed into a storm. Iron Axe propped himself by a militia member, stopping his fall and then he turned to the crowd and shouted: ¡°Did everyone understand it? Who would like to try it themselves? Until you fall just like us! If you join the dance, you can afterwards dive into the sweet and delicious honey barbecue, the longer you dance, the more meat you get!¡± If the nobility or the rich families were to invite them, the normal townspeople would never have been involved ¨C subconsciously, giving them the feeling that they were superior compared to themselves. It was also common for the nobility to go back on their promises. But when they saw the militia members, which came from the usual crowd of civilians now beckoning them to dance with them, they were unable to hold themselves back. After the first round of people joined, they were soon followed by a second and then a third round. So soon, a new dance started, but this time most of the dancers came from the masses. Although this was a very simple interaction, it still made them very happy, in addition with the reward of the honey barbecue in their sight, the participants tried their hardest to show the best possible performance. This was exactly the scene Roland wanted to see. In addition to the barbecue, there were also bread, fish-cakes, and ale that was distributed to the masses. The celebration was planned to continue until evening, but Roland didn¡¯t plan to stay until then. He arranged for Carter to be in charge of the town square¡¯s safety, and the assistant minister was responsible for the closing speech, then he left. He instead attended a private party at the castle¡¯s back garden. When the evening came, the backyard was still brightly lit. Just like in the town¡¯s square, they had also started a bonfire. The difference was that they used chicken for the barbeque which were cut into pieces. The seasoning and oil were of their own configuration, completely imitating the atmosphere of a barbeque in the wild. This kind of novelty of self-service style was loved too much by the witches, that they could never part with it. Of course for Roland¡¯s eyes, this was a rare spectacle ¨C for example, Anna directly wrapped the chicken into her green flame after seasoning it, which soon gave off a delicious fragrance. Nightingale instead showed off her incredible knife work, one moment the knives were hidden and a second later the chicken was hung upside down, completely peeled and with all of its bones fell down. And of course, for the wine, it came from Willow Town and was much more suitable for the tastes of women than ale. Actually, Roland wanted to say that minors were prohibited from drinking, yet Lightning had already emptied half a bottle by herself and since she was floating in the air, it would be difficult to persuade her Roland thought. After around one hour within the barbecue, Roland was slightly tipsy. He leaned against a chair and watched the group of happy laughing girls. Seeing this Roland felt very pleased. This is the perfect life for a prince, he thought, and also for the witches. With their extraordinary abilities and appearance, they shouldn¡¯t be the object of hunting. If they were born in my previous life, I¡¯m afraid they would have become the dazzling focus of many people. But now, here in my territory, they can live a normal life. At this moment, Lightning suddenly fell down, directly landing on Roland¡¯s lap, and even before he had the possibility to react, she already had planted a kiss on his cheek. Although this action was done very quickly, it was still captured by many witches. When Lightning grinningly flew upwards again, she could see that Anna, Nightingale, and Wendy looked very surprised, so she waved her hand explained: ¡°According to the rules of the Fjords when they hold a banquet to celebrate a victory, the woman can take the initiative to kiss the leader. Dad would let me kiss him every time. Isn¡¯t this also a habit in Graycastle?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Roland instantly woke up from his half-drunken state, ¡°uh¡­ cough cough, Lightning you¡¯re drunk, quickly go back to the castle and sleep!¡± ¡°How can that be,¡± Lightning protested, ¡°When I was sailing, I had many drinking battles with the crew and I never lost.¡± Roland recognizing that she would follow the order turned to Wendy, who nodded and then used her power to kindly blow Lightning to the earth. When Lightning was close to landing, Wendy took two steps forward, approaching the girl and catching her within his arms. Disregarding of Lightings shouting and struggling, she walked in a straight line towards the castle. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about her, she just drunk too much. Please continue to celebrate, soon the dessert will be delivered.¡± Roland suddenly felt that the atmosphere had turned a little strange, especially when he looked into Anna¡¯s eyes, he felt a chill rising up from his feet. The only one who was completely unaffected by what happened was Nana, she was still concentrating on eating her chicken wings, like nothing had happened in general. After the bonfire was gradually extinguished, Roland requested Nightingale to escort Nana home. Then he went to the well and washed his face with cold water, already ready to go to bed. Roland didn¡¯t take the former episode to heart, in his view, Lightning was still a minor child. But when he arrived at the third floor, his heart suddenly begun to race. He saw Anna who was leaning against his door. Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Heart Prison The corridor was shed by the moonlight which fell through the windows, yet only half of Anna¡¯s face was visible. Her eyes reflected the faint blue light, looking like two stars within the dark. Anna leaned against the door, with most of her body hidden in the shadows, but her outline was still visible ¨C good nutrition had completely changed her previous thin and skinny body, turning it into the body of an adult woman. Her body was just perfect, containing the right curves of her age but also the unique charm of youth. Roland put on a calm face, stepped slowly forward until he was discovered by Anna. Finally, he stood in front of her and they looked each other into the eyes. ¡°It was just an accident, I didn¡¯t know she would do ¨C ¡± Roland began. ¡°I know.¡± ¡°The other is still a minor, so I didn¡¯t care ¨C¡± ¡°This, I also understood.¡± Anna reacted completely differently than Roland had expected. It didn¡¯t seem like Anna was at odds with him, he couldn¡¯t detect any trace of displeasure on her face, there was only a serious look. There weren¡¯t any waves within her lake-like blue eyes, Roland realized that she was still a straightforward woman, she didn¡¯t like any camouflage and didn¡¯t need to hide anything. Sure enough, she took the initiative, and said: ¡°I cannot be like Lightning, in front of so many people I don¡¯t dare to show such¡­ bold behavior, so I had to wait for you here.¡± After this sentence, her cheeks gained a touch of blush, but even so, she didn¡¯t shrink back and her eyes were still focussed straight on Roland¡¯s. Her look could even be said to be incomparably serious. For two beats Roland¡¯s heart set out, he wanted to say something, but he felt that at the moment everything he could say would be meaningless. She may mind the action of Lightning, but grieving or complaining wasn¡¯t her way of acting, she would simply express her own feelings. Upright and hard-working children shouldn¡¯t be rejected, he thought. So Roland bent down, coming close to Anna¡¯s cheek, even feeling her breath on his face, like a spring breath fiddling his heartstrings. Within the quiet environment they could clearly hear each other¡¯s nervous breathing, then, soft lips slightly touched Roland¡¯s cheeks. ¡°Good night, Your Highness,¡± Anna whispered. * Wendy set on the bed looking at some books. For her, moments like this where she had leisure time were very rare. During her time in the Witch Cooperation Association, she also would have never thought about leading such a life. It wasn¡¯t long since she started staying within the town, but she had already developed the habit to: Before going to sleep she would clean her body. And then she would put on a silk gown, which wasn¡¯t fastened around the waist nor wasn¡¯t buttoned up. Sit cross-legged in the bed, with a soft pillow between her back and the wall, read books she had borrowed from His Highness. It had taken her a lot of time until she got Lightning to rest, so afterward she did not intend to return to the back garden to continue the celebration, and instead she washed herself and went to bed. At the moment she was reading a history book about the origin of the Church. Although she grew up in a monastery, yet this was a theme that she didn¡¯t know much about. The nuns had always warned them to obey the teaching of God, but they never mentioned God¡¯s name ¨C during her childhood this discrepancy had always puzzled her. Everything had a name, so why of all the things does the noblest God not have one? What was recorded within the books she had read and the rumors she had later heard told of basically the same thing. At the beginning of the history of the mainland, there were three major religions, which thought of each other as heretics, believing that their gods were the only ones. This battle of faith lasted for nearly a hundred years, and in the end, the Church took the final victory. They declared that the other Gods had been destroyed, and that calling God with any other name was forbidden, this was the word of God itself. The following pages described the glory and immortality of the church, including the building of the Old Holy City and the New Holy City, and their victory over the evil witches. To Wendy this all seemed very strange. She had also borrowed the books, ¡°The History of the Kingdom of Graycastle¡± and ¡°A brief History of the Mainland¡± from Roland. The first one almost unequivocally recorded the Kingdom¡¯s establishment, development and major events. Such as the name of each king and the marital status and whereabouts of their children. The family with all their branches were described in such details, that it nearly looked like a detailed genealogy. ¡°The brief History of the Mainland¡± focused more on the evolution of the four kingdoms, their alternations in handling their powers and the inner and outer political struggles. However, they still put very much importance into the ruling families. Yet within the History book about the Church, there wasn¡¯t mentioned any of the Popes¡¯ names, or it could be said that it was the same thing they had done with God¡¯s name. They just replaced their former names with the title Pope. So throughout the whole book, it just looked like there was only one Pope during all of the hundreds of years of history. This wasn¡¯t consistent with common sense, instead of calling it a record, it would be better to say it was a deliberate delusion. At this moment, Nightingale suddenly appeared within Wendy¡¯s room. When Wendy discovered her she put down her book and looked at the other one with interest: ¡°It¡¯s already so late, and you¡¯re only now free to talk to me?¡± Nightingale rubbed her tensed neck, and went to the bedside to sit down, ¡°I just finished my job of bringing Nana home, how did you fare with Lightning?¡± ¡°On the way she was nonstop talking about her father, yet when she hit the bed, she immediately fell asleep, I didn¡¯t even need to read some stories to her.¡± Wendy shrugged. ¡°She always acts like she is already a big girl, but in truth, she is still a little child.¡± ¡°In your eyes, everyone is still a child,¡± said the Nightingale teasingly and took the book Wendy had previously in her hand. ¡°His Royal Highness had said that you shouldn¡¯t read at night, especially that you shouldn¡¯t read when sitting in bed. The lighting isn¡¯t good enough and will hurt your eyes.¡± ¡°Yes, your Royal Highness did say that.¡± The two of them talked for a long time. They talked about the time when they traveled together from Silver City to the Impassable Mountain Range, what happened when they heard about a soon to killed witches, how they survived the Months of Demons. Nightingale had a lot to say, so much so that Wendy was only occasionally able to throw in one or two sentences. During the last five years, this two were so inseparable that they had developed a tacit understanding between each other. So the time passed slowly until finally the candles were about to extinguish. Seeing this Wendy began to laugh and asked, ¡°How is it? Can¡¯t you sleep because of Lightning¡¯s actions today?¡± ¡°What are you talking about¡­?¡± ¡°What else can it be,¡± Wendy smiled and shook her head. ¡°Veronica, we are witches, you should know what that means.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale kept silent, and even after a long time she didn¡¯t know what to say, ¡°Well.¡± This fate, there was no witch who could escape it. Wendy put away her smile, sighed and then said, ¡°Roland Wimbledon it the kingdoms 4th Prince, and we have to do everything possible to ensure that he will take over the throne. Then when he rules the kingdom, he will be able to present us sisters with a shelter against the Church. But that would also mean that he has become the King, and then there will come the time, where he has to marry a Duke¡¯s daughter or the princess of another kingdom. Then they will get children, maybe one or several. If it¡¯s a boy, he will inherit the country, and if it¡¯s a girl she will be married off to another noble family.¡± Here Wendy paused for a moment, giving Nightingale time to prepare since she had to say words, which no witch wanted to hear, ¡°Veronica, we are witches, witches cannot give birth to children.¡± ¡°Even with the most optimistic outcome, where there is no difference between a ordinary people and us witches, where we can freely walk along every road through the kingdom even after the death of His Highness. With occasional cases of outstanding witches gaining the right to enter the upper ranks of society, maybe even get canonized as nobles. There will still always be the case that we witches will never be able to have any descendants. And without any descendants, we are unable to continue the family¡¯s glory, so the nobles won¡¯t even consider marrying any witch. So we will gain some things, but at the same time, an important part will be taken from us. ¡®This is our fate,¡¯ she whispered, ¡°I wish I didn¡¯t need to tell you this.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Nightingale whispered. ¡­ When Nightingale had finally left, Wendy didn¡¯t feel so good. But she believed that Nightingale would still be able to overcome this setback, after all, she had already crossed so many difficulties, she surely will also be able to cross this threshold. Of this, Wendy was convinced. Chapter 92 Chapter 92 Army Rearrangement ¡°With this, our service period is over, right?¡± asked Cat¡¯s Paw who was clearing the square of the burning debris of the bonfire, and then continued with a voice full of regret, ¡°I really don¡¯t want to go back to the mines and work in a hole. I have to say, I already miss the Months of Demons, a little.¡± ¡°Yeah, and I don¡¯t want to deal with those stones again either,¡± Jop immediately agreed, ¡°The most important thing is that the difference in salary is too much. When we were assigned to the artillery, we had meat every day and a salary of 15 silver royals each day.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say such foolish words,¡± said Van¡¯er while holding a torch high to illuminate the surrounding ¡°His Highness provided all this food to us so that no person would starve to death during the Months of Demons. You only need to remember what happened the previous two years, not even half of the people from the old district were able to survive! Did you already forget this? I¡¯ll say it once more, it¡¯s unlikely that the team will be dissolved, His Highness just put us into the artillery team and burned so much gunpowder to train us, do you think that was all without reason?¡± ¡°But the Month of Demons is over, so, why would His Highness still need the artillery?¡± asked Rodney while leaning on a broom. That¡¯s because the artillery isn¡¯t meant for the demonic beasts, Van¡¯er thought, but in the end he said out loud, ¡°Soon we¡¯ll know more, tomorrow we¡¯ll hear the answer,¡± he yawned then waved his hand impatiently, ¡°Okay enough, quickly clean everything up, I¡¯d like to go back to bed soon.¡± The next morning, the teams were assembled and Van¡¯er¡¯s previous statement was confirmed. When everyone was there, Iron Axe went in front of the lined up team and said loudly: ¡°You have completed the first stage of the task ¨C which was to defend Border Town against the demonic beasts. After three months and six days of fighting, you all earned His Highness¡¯ recognition! Because of this, the militia will be promoted to His Highness¡¯ regular army, but in case you don¡¯t want to fight any longer, you just need to stand up and leave now. His Highness had said that everyone who leaves now, will get all of your outstanding payments, and additional a payment of twenty-five silver royals as¡­ ¡°Iron Axe had to think for a moment, then he said,¡± right, retirement fee.¡± From the three hundred militia members, no one moved, only the Cat¡¯s paw raised his hand and said: ¡°Report.¡± This was also one of the odds rules the Prince had introduced during the training, no one was allowed to whisper in private if they wanted to say something they had to shout. Iron Axe nodded, ¡°Speak.¡± ¡°What do you mean by being promoted to the regular army, do we become knights?¡± Van¡¯er couldn¡¯t stop himself from laughing, but he quickly set up a serious face again. Becoming Knights? That would mean becoming part of the aristocracy, not only getting an estate and a squire, but also their own territory. By asking this question, he had really lost a lot of face for the artillery. ¡°No,¡± answered Iron Axe and began to patiently explain, obvious to him since he had also previously asked His Highness, ¡°The regular army is a professional fighting force, only established for the protection of His Highness and his territory. In other words, when miners work in the mine, you will be training, when the farmers harvest their wheat, you will be training. And when the merchants sell their goods, you are still training. All the training is to win all the future battles, just like you did against the demonic beasts during the Months of Demons.¡± ¡°Then what is the difference between the regular army and the militia?¡± Asked Cat¡¯s Paw. ¡°More frequent training, stricter training methods, and a greater reward.¡± ¡°Report!¡± Hearing all this Rodney couldn¡¯t help himself and asked, ¡°What does a greater reward mean?¡± Van¡¯er sighed, why was his group of young men so impetuous? But in all honesty, he would also like to know this answer. ¡°The regular army will get an officer-led structure, and soldiers who fulfilled their given task according to the previous plan during the battles will get the chance at a promotion, and soldiers who performed extraordinarily well,¡± said Iron Axe, ¡°for example, could rise to my position.¡± If this was what His Highness said¡­ Van¡¯er thought to himself, and this was the way they implement it, it would be better to not offend one¡¯s superior, right? He quietly looked around, it seemed that no one realized the general problem, instead, they still listened with keen interest and pleasure. ¡°Officers won¡¯t only get a higher payment, they will also get¡­ their own territory.¡± After the last word fell the crowd burst into an uproar, Van¡¯er was also no exception, he even had doubts if he heard everything right. If they could get their own territory, then, would there be any difference between them and the knights? ¡°But remember that once you choose to become a member of the regular army, the system you will follow then will be completely different from the system you are used from the militia. Such as in the case you aren¡¯t able to complete the given task, escape, start a rebellion or any other violation of the disciplinary codex will be severely punished. This isn¡¯t like the previous punishment of not getting an additional egg to eat instead it includes extra labor, imprisonment and even hanging. Also, every previously awarded position can be taken back.¡± Iron Axe paused for a moment, ¡°Now is your time to quit.¡± The crowd fell into silence, and also Iron Axe tensed up, but still, no one moved. He couldn¡¯t help himself he began to grin: ¡°Well, then from today on, you all are placed directly under His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon¡¯s orders!¡± Van¡¯er himself felt incredible, if he had heard these terrible punishments three months ago, he would have slipped away long ago. What is the use of promotion, what is the use of owning one own territory, if you aren¡¯t able to save your own life? But now, he almost did not hesitate to choose the fixed position, compared with returning to the North Slope Mine to collect gravel, or to stay in the old district only able to wander idly around, it was clear which was much more to his interest. ¡°Your perception is pretty good, what¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Mr. Van¡¯er, I hope you continue to do well.¡± His Royal Highness encouraged him to train hard and he also reaffirmed his idea that he belonged to the militia and now Van¡¯er would continue to fight for His Royal Highness as a member of the regular army. ¡­ Iron Axe quickly announced today¡¯s first training program: Field training. At the beginning Van¡¯er felt very disappointed, it was once more running for training. Even during the Months of Demons if the weather was good enough they always had to run. After breakfast, they checked the weather conditions and then they had to run two laps around the town unless there were large snowflakes falling from the sky, then they would abort running training. According to the saying of His Highness, this exercise was good for the muscles and allowed their bones to thaw so while defending the city walls their movements wouldn¡¯t become stiff and unable to use the pike. But when the soldiers ran out of Border Town, Van¡¯er immediately felt the difference between this new and the old training program. At this point, the snow on the field was still far from melting, after three months of uninterrupted snowing, the snow reached up to their knees. Calling it running wasn¡¯t the right word, instead, it was better to call it crawling through the snow. The team suddenly broke into many small groups, after each step they needed a lot of strength to take another step. There was no doubt that this special training of struggling through the snow was certainly an idea of His Highness. Van¡¯er had already figured out the goal of His Royal Highness. At this moment any protest would become invalid, they were only able to go through with this training until the end. During the whole morning, they had to struggle through the snow. So when the team returned to the town, Van¡¯er was satisfied that he couldn¡¯t feel his own legs any longer. The snow which got into their boots had already turned into water, even standing in the sun, most people were still cold and trembling. The huge physical exertion exacerbated the chill, even Iron Axe felt unable to eat. He announced the dissolution of the team, and delayed the lunchtime for thirty minutes so that everyone could dry their boots and replace their pants. So everyone was very pleased when they later heard that the afternoon training was cancelled. Of course, they didn¡¯t know that Lightning had supervised the whole field training ¨C this was the little girl¡¯s daily training regime: Learning to precisely control her magic to fly with uniform velocity. When she later reported her gathered information to Roland, the latter nearly fell from his seat. The total distance traveled throughout the morning was four kilometers. Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Army Framework A few days after the victory celebration, Roland finally undertook the great farming project. A constant dripping sound could be heard from the direction of the windows when he was sitting in his office, it sounded as if it was raining non-stop. It was the sound of the melting snow. When he visited the countryside for New Year¡¯s, he laid in front of the window most of the time, watching the long ice prisms which hung under the roof turn transparent and then into droplets, which then fell down. At the moment he hadn¡¯t had the time for such leisure. However, writing down plans for the future while simultaneously listening to the voice of earth¡¯s recovery was also very pleasurable. According to the information gathered from the previous years, the snow would need about one week¡¯s time to melt, but the road between the Border Town and Longsong Stronghold would at least need one month until it was usable again. It took so much time after the snow melted since the road was built out of mud and also didn¡¯t have a drainage system Roland could already imagine it, if he wanted to defeat Longsong Stronghold, the first thing he needed to do, was to build a road between the two cities which was usable by carriages even during heavy rains. But now the problem with the highest priority was still the issue of the army¡¯s reconstruction. Without a reliable and mighty army, it would be impossible to defeat the forces of the Longsong Stronghold with his outnumbered troops. Transferring the militia into the regular army was only the first step. The specific preparation of establishing the new rules, discipline, reward and punishment system turned out to be a big headache. Although as a child he had played land battle chess, however, he had already long forgotten all the previous teachings. Roland, after some thought, simply decided to make up his own plans. Anyway, as the creator of the new army, even if he implemented unreasonable things, no one would discover it anyway. So Border Towns¡¯ first compilation for the new army was soon prepared: according to the Army, division, platoon, team, squad, five people for a squad (taking into account that a cannon needed at least five people to operate), ten squads for a team, ten teams for a platoon. As for the number of platoons within a division, he decided to consider it later. In view of the overall battle prowess of the armies during this era, as long as he sent out two or three platoons of soldiers, it should be enough to defeat the vast majority of opponents on the battlefield. When he decided on the basics for the army framework, Roland took a deep breath. The rules and regulations that came next were much simpler, in addition to always wearing their uniform, they had to obey the commanding officer, never desert, never betray a comrade and so on. Roland¡¯s first rule was to prohibit plundering and harassing. The problems caused by plundering were numerous, and the negative impact it had on the local inhabitants was so great, that they would need years to recover, if ever. This was also the reason why he had insisted on only using civilians as the members of the military. When the aristocracy responded to the call for battle of their Lords, the main reason for their obeying wasn¡¯t to defeat the enemy, instead, it was for the looting afterwards. Or in other words, the main reason they followed the call of war, was to plunder the wealth and territory of an enemy, of course, this included also the innocent civilians within that territory. As for the mercenaries, not to mention bandits, even though they looked steady and fierce, but if you took a closer look, they were just a flag waving in the wind and at the same time robbery was also a major source of their income. So hoping for military discipline from these people was meaningless. Only an army built up out of civilians wouldn¡¯t see other civilians as only lambs to be slaughtered. Of course, relying on discipline and moral restraint alone wasn¡¯t enough. After long days in the field, the heart of greed would enlarge with each continued victory. Therefore, the given rewards had to always keep up with the greed, only in this way could he prevent looting and other illegal behavior. In order to make the reward grand enough, Roland decided to offer the greatest reward of all ¨C receiving their own territory. As long as they achieved great merits during battle, they could get their own territory. Roland had many unclaimed territories, like this, the land between Border Town and Longsong Stronghold could slowly be reclaimed. Since more than 90% of all land belonged to members of the aristocracy, such a reward was absolutely very appealing. Once they had their own property, these people would be closely attached to his side, and in case there was someone who wanted to overthrow him, they would show the strongest possible resistance to protect their benefactor and with this protect their own land as well. After all, humankind wasn¡¯t driven by words and whips, but by their own benefits. Putting it another way, as long as he could continuously fulfill the basic interests of the people under his rule, there would be no one who could shake his dominance. Unlike a traditional fief, Roland will grant them an area between a few acres and up to a dozen acres. The territory could be used to build their own residences, and they could purchase serfs or hire farmers to take care of their fields, but they weren¡¯t allowed to set up their own industry. In contrast, the rewarded territory for a knight is close to two thousand acres, an area equivalent to a small village. The above-mentioned industry income was used to provide the knight and his attendant¡¯s for their war necessities, for example, it was needed to purchase their own weapons, armors and horses. Being awarded such a small area of land wasn¡¯t of much interest to the aristocracy and as such wouldn¡¯t encounter much resistance, but it would also weakened the feeling of independence for the people on the battlefield. In Roland¡¯s view, it was just like paying a retirement pension, which would ensure that the soldiers had a stable income even after retirement. At the same time, in order to strengthen the centralization of power, and to avoid that the thought that ¡°servant¡¯s servant is not my servant,¡± would occur, he would only grant them the ownership of the territory but no autonomy. In other words, the land was still under the jurisdiction of the laws, regulations, and systems in the Lord¡¯s area. In a sense, they would become the foundation for the future generations of farmers. After he had written down the concept for the reward system, Roland took a break and stretched his body. Then finally he could start thinking about a field within his own area of expertise ¨C R&D weapons. With the increasing speed of flintlock manufacturing, continuing to use spearman to protect the gunners seemed to be a waste of manpower, so the latter needed the ability to fight independently in melee combat. There was a very easy solution to this problem, that was, adding a bayonet to the flintlock. Roland didn¡¯t expect his own men to take the initiative and engage in close range combat, instead they should only have the ability to defend themselves in case the power of the gun wasn¡¯t able to completely destroy the enemy¡¯s courage and they started a desperate attack. A weapon like a bayonet wasn¡¯t so difficult to manufacture, describing it in easy to understand words, it was just a sharp cone, and in the case of further improving the killing effectiveness, he could also add a blood groove into it. The key part was the connection between the bayonet and the gun, the first bayonet was a blade which was connected to a thin wooden pole, which could be directly put into the barrel of the gun. The advantage of this construction was that it was quite simple, the disadvantage was also very obvious, if the bayonet was used the gun was unable to fire, and in addition, if it was used to stab someone, it could happen that the bayonet would become stuck in the enemy¡¯s body. So Roland intended to produce the improved second generation bayonet ¨C the casing type bayonet. The bayonet had an iron casing added to the blade¡¯s handle. The inner casing diameter was slightly larger than the grooved barrel. One only needed to weld a piece of iron with a hole on top of the barrel. After plugging the bayonet on top of the barrel and inserting a filling into the hole, it would become fixed. The blade had a triangular form, with three sharp blades, if pierced into the body it wouldn¡¯t fall off, and it would also leave a difficult to heal wound. After the installation of the bayonet, the bayonet would be slightly longer than the barrel, and so also complicate the loading process, but compared to a folding bayonet, it was much simpler for mass production. As long as there was a sample, any blacksmith was able to reproduce it. But to enable the bayonet to play an important part in a battle, it was important to train the soldiers in how to use it. But Roland naturally didn¡¯t know anything about it. Fortunately, he remembered that his Chief Knight had once boasted, that he was able to use any weapon. So he just had to find him and get him to teach the others how to fight with a bayonet. TN: For more information about bayonets. They seemed to fall off all the time Chapter 94 Chapter 94 Destruction doesn¡¯t need a reason The artillery production was also advancing steadily , the second round of production for the cannons had already entered the drilling phase, while the third round was still at the material collection phase. If he is lucky, Roland could have a gorgeous lineup of four 12-pounders after a month. There was no doubt of his superiority in terms of firepower. But the question now was how could he turn this advantage into a winning situation, and Roland was still striving for an answer to this. Before he¡¯d crossed over he was just working as a mechanical dog, and just like for most of the other people in that world, his understanding of war had only come from history, movies and games. If it was just a battle with cold weapons, he could have handed over the command to Carter and Iron Axe. But this battle wasn¡¯t the same as those two had previously fought, there was no one who would be able to understand these new hot weapons better than himself. That being the case, he could only gather the knowledge they had and build his own plans on that foundation in additional to his knowledge from a later era. In order to ensure his victory, Roland let Lightning travel every day between Border Town and Longsong Stronghold. On one hand to observe the road¡¯s conditions, and on the other hand because he needed to accurately calculate the distance. Roland believed that the victory in war was built on a foundation of previous gathered information and calculations. Whether it was a tactical development, or the deduction of each stage of a battle, receiving victory in a battle was inseparably linked to these two points. Roland once more took the one-meter long iron pipes and the one hundred meter long hemp ropes he¡¯d made for determining the firing range of his cannons. Then he went to the artillery testing area west of Border Town and measured with them a distance of one kilometer. Then he let Lightning fly this distance so that she would always do it in the same amount of time. When she had skillfully remembered exactly how much magic to use, Roland began to measure the distance between the Longsong Stronghold and Border town. Using a sundial to measure the time that was needed for a round-trip, he had calculated the distance between the two places was around fifty-five kilometers. Of course, this was the linear distance between two points. In fact, if traveling by land, you would need to take two big bends in order to avoid crossing over the foothill of the Impassable Mountain Range. So in the case that the Duke choose to attack by land, he would need at least three days to reach Border Town. With Lightning as a Scout, Roland would be able to have always have a clear idea where the enemy was and what he had to do. Within the range of two kilometers to the west of Border Town, he had inserted many signal flags to signal the distance, so if the enemy entered this area his artillery could quickly adjust the muzzle angle without the need of firing a test shot. Now he began to worry what to do if the other party didn¡¯t start an attack. At this moment, a knocking sound came from the door. Nightingale, who had been lying all the time on the couch, chewing dried fish slices, vanished. Seeing this, Roland coughed twice, and said, ¡°Come in.¡± The door opened and his assistant minister Barov stepped in, ¡°Your Highness, a member of the aristocracy of Longsong Stronghold want to see you.¡± ¡°Who?¡± asked Roland only to directly ask once again, ¡°Did they send that ambassador again?¡± ¡°No, not the ambassador,¡± Barov shook his head, ¡°It is one of the nobles who left before the beginning of the Months of Demons, Baron Cornelius, who¡¯s came back now.¡± Roland had to think a moment until he remembered that indeed there were nobles living in Border Town that had escaped to the stronghold. But now they dare to come back? They immediately return when spring starts. Doesn¡¯t they respect the royal law? ¡°Why does he want to see me?¡± ¡°During the construction of the wall, his house was demolished,¡± said the assistant to the treasurer. ¡°If you don¡¯t want to receive him, I could send him out.¡± Roland wanted to take him up on his offer, but then he changed his mind, ¡°Let the Baron wait for me in the parlor.¡± Maybe through him, Roland could put some pressure on Longsong Stronghold, at least this was something he would like to happen. After dawdling for around half an hour, Roland leisurely entered the parlor. After arriving he saw a man with a very round belly impatiently waiting beside the long table. While the man restlessly walked up and down, the additional layers of meat on his face swayed in accordance with his steps. Seeing that His Highness had finally appeared, the Baron stopped his walking and reluctantly went through the royal greeting ceremony. ¡°Sit down,¡± Roland went to the table and placed himself in his seat. According to his usual habits, even if it wasn¡¯t time for dinner, he would let his kitchen at least prepare a dessert, but today he did not even let them prepare tea. ¡°Your Highness, Prince,¡± murmured Cornelius, and started speaking even before he sat, ¡°How could you let that stupid stonemason take my house apart? That was still a good house. From the parapet, the logs used for the roof beam column was also of the best quality. When I had it built, I had to spend more than one hundred¡­ no, one hundred and fifty gold royals!¡± While speaking he agitatedly waved with his hands. One hundred and fifty, hearing this Roland had to use a lot of strength to suppress his laughter. If it was still the Prince from before, when looking through the old memories, maybe I really would have believed that. But now¡­ ¡°You mean the house located the furthest to the west?¡± ¡°Well,¡± said Cornelius while nodding, ¡°It was the grand mansion, second only to Baron Simon¡¯s.¡± ¡°It¡¯s such a pity, that it was located too close to the wall, and had hindered the passage of my men,¡± Roland said , after stopping for a moment then he continued, ¡°but the Town Hall had already decided on the compensation. ¡°How much¡­?¡± Roland stretched out two fingers, ¡°Twenty gold royals.¡± ¡°That¡¯s too little! Your Royal Highness¡­¡± shouted Cornelius while spraying spittle everywhere. Eventually, he calmed down. Then he took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. ¡°Well, twenty, twenty gold royals, where should I go get the money?¡± ¡°Get?¡± Roland put on a puzzled look. ¡°The money has already been paid to the owner of the house.¡± ¡°What? Wait, wait¡­ I am the owner of that mansion!¡± ¡°It¡¯s not you. It¡¯s Blair, the captain of my second militia.¡± ¡°Who is that?¡± the Baron asked once more in a loud voice, ¡°Your Highness, you are mistaken, I am the Master of the House!¡± ¡°But I didn¡¯t see you during the winter,¡± Roland picked up his brow, ¡°How then can that house be yours?¡± ¡°Of course I wasn¡¯t there; I went back to the Longsong Stronghold. Who would stay in this god forsaken place, this place is only able to be used as a feeding ground for the demonic beast?!¡± ¡°So you want to say you fled because you feared the demonic beasts. And you still have the face to call yourself a Lord?¡± asked Roland. ¡°I, uh¡­¡± the Baron was suddenly stunned and didn¡¯t know how to reply. ¡°Guards,¡± Roland clapped his hands, and immediately two guards came into the parlor, holding Cornelius between them. ¡°We¡¯re in the Palace Hallo, what do you mean with this!?¡± ¡°Very simple, you now have two choices,¡± Roland stood up from the seat, freezing Cornelius with his look, ¡°First, you admit that you¡¯ve wronged, that the house doesn¡¯t belong to you. And then I can look at what happened just now as nothing more than a farce. Your second option is admitting that during the Months of Demons, you betrayed your Lord, fleeing from the battle without the permission of your Lord, shamefully escaping to Longsong Stronghold. If you take this option, I will put you in prison for desertion, where you will wait for the day of your hanging. Which one do you choose?¡± The sweat pouring from Cornelius¡¯ forehead didn¡¯t stop, he swallowed in fear, hesitated for a moment before he quivered: ¡°Your Highness, I¡­ I made a mistake, it was not my house. ¡°So this was all a misunderstanding,¡± Roland shrugged, and then said to the guards, ¡°Send the Baron on his way.¡± When Cornelius was nearly through the door, the Prince stopped him once more: ¡°Right, when you take your ship back to the Longsong Stronghold can you please deliver a message for me? Tell those¡­ ah, who have maybe the same misunderstanding as yourself, in case they don¡¯t want to choose the second option, they don¡¯t need to waste their time by coming to Border Town. ¡°Anything you want, Your Highness,¡± Cornelius said with a forced smile while leaving the room. But the moment he turned around, Roland could see how his counterpart was gnashing his teeth. Like this, I ought to have created a big enough uproar within Longsong Stronghold, right? Roland thought. Chapter 95 Chapter 95 Meeting Damn, damn! What a bullshit prince, isn¡¯t he the one who was only thrown into this wilderness out of pity! Cornelius ferociously thought, but when he remembered the two guards with their hands at their swords who were walking behind him, he had to temporarily swallow his mouthful of resentments back into his stomach. When he was finally out of the castle and saw the two guards leaving, the Baron felt relieved. He pulled out an already wet handkerchief and wiped his forehead. He resolutely spit out a mouth full of spittle. While imagining the spit directly smashing into the Prince¡¯s face. Yet this still wasn¡¯t enough to release his anger, so he had to stamp repeatedly onto the spit, until his heart was finally comforted. Just because you were able to block the invasion of the demonic beasts, you think that you are able to face up against Longsong Stronghold? Just carry on being so proud, after all you don¡¯t have much time left in which to be so proud! Cornelius thought that if he hadn¡¯t received such reliable information, he would never have dared to come back to Border Town so early. In general, the aristocracy will always return even later than the civilians. After all, mining and hunting was dirty work, it was so hard that the aristocrats would never do them. Their part was just to supervise the production. And wait until there was enough ore so that it could be transferred. And in their spare time they would go to their hunters¡¯ houses, and ask whether they had any suitable high-quality fur to purchase. But this year the situation was completely differently, Cornelius had heard from the financial director Sir Reynolds that Duke Ryan was ready to drive the 4th Prince out of Border Town ¨C this wasn¡¯t a betrayal to the King of Graycastle, no instead they were upholding an order from Timothy Wimbledon, the new King: ¡°Roland Wimbledon is no longer the Lord of Border Town, and if he wants to get re-assigned to a new territory he has to return back to the king¡¯s office first.¡± Duke Ryan had spoken these revolutionary words in front of Sir Reynolds, who had been able to climb up from a position in the City Hall to the position of financial director in only five short years. If they hadn¡¯t had a distant relationship as relatives, and if he hadn¡¯t sent him two high-quality furs each year, Cornelius would never be able to know what went on in the minds of the people in charge of the west. ¡°Gaining a new territory after returning to the King¡± was just an empty statement, even Cornelius knew, that the first Prince without being able to say anything had been sent to the guillotine. So if the 4th Prince went back, would the new king show him mercy? Without doubt, the west border was under the rule of Duke Ryan, the only question was whether he would wait for the order of King Timothy or if he would act without it. However, when Duke Ryan decided to act, there would be no difference between Roland Wimbledon and a homeless dog. This was also the reason why Cornelius had rushed to Border Town, the first reason was naturally to get to the furs as early as possible, but his second reason was to put his own house up for sale. The first point he thought was a very smart idea, while in the previous years the civilians fled to the Longsong Stronghold to take refuge, their inventory was naturally empty, so early in the year. But this year they had stayed the whole time in Border Town, surely there were some goods he would receive, right? So not only could he make a small fortune, but he could also offer Reynolds some familial piety. The second point was that Cornelius had asked Reynold to give him a place within the City Hall, although it was just busy work, but it was still better than living in this damned poor place. And since he wouldn¡¯t need his house any longer, he should sell it as soon as possible. Who knows when Duke Ryan would start his attack, maybe this unruly mercenary would raid and burn his house, giving him a big loss. But he never imagined that the house wasn¡¯t burned down by mercenaries, but instead it was directly removed by the 4th Prince. When the Baron thought once more about this fact, he gritted his teeth in anger, it was one of my best houses ah! Although one hundred and fifty gold royals were an exaggeration, but it had at least a value of thirty gold royals. In order to get the money early, he had even bent his back, and had reluctantly accepted twenty gold royals, but then His Highness even treated him in such a crazy way! Instead of giving him his coins, he was even threatened by defection. Doesn¡¯t he know that each year to the beginning of the Months of Demons, all the nobles evacuated towards Longsong Stronghold? Wait a minute¡­ Cornelius suddenly slowed down, there seemed to be something wrong. Although he had previously heard of the 4th Prince bad character, the Prince was always acting without thinking, he even malicious molested Baron Simon¡¯s wife directly after he had arrived at Border Town. Afterwards this became a private joke for a long time. But today, the impression he received from the Prince didn¡¯t match with what he knew. The Prince had never become angry nor did he act shamelessly, instead it was Cornelius himself who had shown bad character and acted completely without rhyme or reason. During the whole talk, the other side had constantly spoken in the same tone. So why had he become so scared, even having obediently giving up his own house? If he had said that the house was his own, would the Prince really have killed him, or not? Right¡­ Cornelius couldn¡¯t help himself from shuddering, sweat on his forehead shrinking back. Now, in retrospect, when he¡¯d faced the prince, he¡¯d had the illusion that he was instead talking with Duke Ryan. The Baron shook his head hard, trying to search through these unpleasant memory at the back of his mind. Anyway, the 4th Prince will only be proud for a few days longer. Soon Duke Ryan will bring Border Town back under his rule, and then His Highness Roland Wimbledon will also be escorted back to Graycastle, I will have a good laugh at him then. Perhaps those twenty gold royals were lost, but in the end Duke Ryan will still seek out revenge for myself. Stopping his thinking here, he was finally able to relax again. Since he had received some high-quality pieces of fur, and he didn¡¯t need to sell his house any longer, he could simply sail back to Longsong Stronghold now. Delivering the message to ¡°the member of the aristocracy who had the same misunderstanding,¡± simply has to be a great act. When I return to Longsong Stronghold, I have to imitate it as good as possible, so that everyone knows what a bluff looks like. When he finally left the castle area, walking down the road to the harbor, Cornelius passed a woman who was wearing a hood. Originally, there was nothing strange about it, after all the townspeople were coming and going all the time, but the woman was all dressed up. Maybe she was a young lady or an upper-class woman, on her way seeing the Prince. But when a gust of wind blew up the corner of her hood, Cornelius felt his heart jump, and he couldn¡¯t catch his breath. God, that¡¯s what a woman should look like, with rare green long hair, even just revealing a part of her face for a moment, was enough to get me stunned. Even if the King in Graycastle called for the princesses of other aristocracy he wouldn¡¯t see someone like her, so how is it possible that someone so beautiful is in Border Town? He turned around, wanting to catch up with her, seeing what she would do, only to discover that she was walking straight into the direction of the castle. Is this the kind of woman the Prince has access to? The Baron hesitated a bit longer, but in the end he gave up. He just really didn¡¯t want to have anything to do with the 4th Prince, such a wicked person should be left for Duke Ryan to clear up, I still have to get back to Longsong Stronghold. Arriving at the pier, he entered his own single-masted clipper. The boatmen pulled at the sail, and the boat quickly left the pier, sailing in the direction of Longsong Stronghold. On the way back, while sitting in the sun, Cornelius saw quite the spectacle. About five miles away from Border Town in a field of snow, a large group of people entered his field of vision ¨C they were all wearing the same brown leather armor, and a long wooden pikes on their back. Forming a long line, they slowly marched through the snow. Although he was separated from them by a small forest so that he couldn¡¯t clearly see everything, he was still sure that there was at least one hundred people. Those are¡­ the farmers the 4th Prince used to confront the demonic beasts? In the early months of the year, when the snow still covered the roads, it was absolutely difficult to walk in the snow, Cornelius couldn¡¯t even imagine it. But the group of people were still moving down the road, and it even looked as if the snow was at least one foot deep, this wasn¡¯t a small matter¡­ He wanted to laugh at the ridiculous sight, only to discover that he was unable to. A feeling of doubt unconscionably arose in his heart, the knights under Duke Ryan¡¯s command, would they also be able to do this? Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Leaves Leaves saw that there were people busy everywhere; she had never thought that she would ever return to a town in the secular world. After crossing the border of Border Town, one story brick buildings which were covered in dust appeared one after another in front of her. Even though it was only half a year since she had fled into the Impassable Mountain Range, she still felt like she had just stepped into another world. The Months of Demons just came to an end, so after passing the winter the townsfolk were short on food and clothing, and the complexion of their bodies should be very bad, at least this was what Leaves remembered when she had crossed the slums of Silver City and her journey to the West ¨C everywhere where people who died from the cold or from hunger. And if they were living they still walked as if they were already corpses. With an empty gaze and a slow and unsteady movement. But here, most people she saw were full of vitality, some were even drying fishes at the entryways of their houses¡¯; some had climbed on top of their roofs to repair damaged tiles; other young men were carrying hoes and hammers. They talked and smiled to each other while walking to the north of the town. To prevent other people from trying to talk to her, Leaves pulled her hat down, as far as possible. The castle stood at a very striking area, it was placed at the southwest corner on top of a hillside. There was no plants around her, so if she wanted to sneak into the castle it was quite difficult. Hiding herself in the trunk of a tree would be okay, but letting it stand up and walk would be too much. For a witch, she really wasn¡¯t good at hiding her body. So after carefully considering her options, Leaves thought that rather than hiding herself, she wanted to walk openly into the castle. If Nightingale didn¡¯t lie to her, then even if she entered through the main entrance she wouldn¡¯t face any problems. And in case Nightingale deceived her, deceived the Witch Cooperation Association, she was also self-confident enough that she would be able to flee from the two guards at the entry. Of course, there was also the worst case scenario, that Nightingale had betrayed everyone and there weren¡¯t any witches working for the prince. If that was the case she would in all likelihood die. As a top fighting witch, very few people would be able to escape if Nightingale wanted to kill them, she was probably even stronger than Cara. If they fought each other, it wasn¡¯t certain who would win. Leaves had already prepared herself for the worst case. If she was unable to come back, Scroll would take over the position as Mentor and lead her last sisters into their future ¨C no matter where their destination laid, no matter where at which place they ended, no one knew the answer. She slowly walked up the hill, coming close to the castle¡¯s gate. And was soon noticed by the guards, who put their hands on the hilt of their swords, and one loudly snapped: ¡°This is the Prince¡¯s Palace, it¡¯s no place for you, you should quickly go back!¡± He paused, and then added, ¡°If there is something important you have to report, go straight to the left and follow the street until you reach the Town¡¯s Hall, there are people who will receive you.¡± Leaves took a deep breath, then she took off her hood. Not surprisingly, she saw a surprised look on their faces. When she saw that the other side had recovered their feelings, she bluntly said: ¡°I am a witch.¡± At the moment she said the sentence, she almost expected the other side to draw their swords. Yet the two guards just stared at each other, there was no ordinary man who could hide their feeling of disgust when they heard she was a witch, but their faces showed only curiosity. One of them even asked with interest, ¡°You are a witch? What ability do you have?¡± Hearing their response Leaves heart begun to beat faster, she was almost unable to hold her excitement back from breaking out. While trying to keep her voice calm she said: ¡°I want to see Nightingale, Anna or Nana would also be okay. In Nightingale¡¯s story, the witches were frequent visitors to the castle. The prince didn¡¯t restrict their freedom, only acting as their guardian, even letting them come and go as they pleased¡­ But if Nightingale¡¯s story wasn¡¯t true, the guards surely had never heard of their names. One guard turned to his partner, the one who had previously spoken out loud, patted his shoulder and said. ¡°You will keep her here, and I¡¯m going to inform His Royal Highness.¡± Leaves watched him walk through the gate, soon disappearing in the direction of the garden. While waiting for what would happen now, she thought about the probabilities. In the end, would Nightingale greet her like a sister, or were the guards at this moment surrounding her, or would she be attacked by a blade out of the shadow? She found herself in a strange contradiction, obviously, she wanted to believe in Nightingale, but the closer she came to the answer, the more afraid she became of the thought to get disappointed. Maybe Nightingale was a secret agent? The Names of Anna and Nana weren¡¯t made up by her, right? or¡­ For her, the time had never passed slower than at this moment! Every heartbeat was like a hundred years for her, for her, it was a very long time that she had to wait until her destiny was decided. In the end, she didn¡¯t know how long or how short the moment was she had to wait until she heard Nightingale¡¯s voice ¨C as if in a trance, she was unable to do anything, only asking herself if she heard it right. A familiar figure emerged from the gate, bounced over and reached Leaves side almost at the same time as her voice. The next moment she was already wrapped in a warm hug. ¡°Leaves, welcome home!¡± * ¡°This is my spare uniform, for the moment you can wear it,¡± said Nightingale who rummaged through her cupboard. ¡°Here is the jacket, shoes¡­ well, here is also a nightgown and bath towel.¡± ¡°Why are you in such a hurry,¡± Wendy shook her head with a smile on her face. ¡°You only have to wait until His Highness is up, then she will get everything.¡± Seeing how busy Nightingale was to help her, Leaves¡¯ eyes became warm. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her tears. From the beginning Nightingale had never lied to them, there really existed a prince who treated witches nicely. ¡°Do you want to take a bath first?¡± asked Nightingale and placed the towel and bathrobe directly beside her. ¡°At the moment His Royal Highness is taking a nap, when he finally wakes up he will gladly receive you. Right, were you able to find the Holy Mountain? How did you and the other sisters fare? When this sentence was spoken, Leaves line of sight became suddenly blurred, unable to bear it any longer, she wrapped her arms around Nightingale, releasing the long suppressed pain inside her heart. After having cried for a long time Nightingale¡¯s chest had already become wet from the tears, but at least Leaves was finally able to calm down. Then she began to tell them what had happened after their last meeting, telling them form all the suffering they had to bear. When it came to the point where her sisters were buried in the wild, she felt how Nightingale took her hand and squeezed it. When Leaves¡¯ story came to its end, Wendy¡¯s look became very heavy, ¡°I had never expected that Cara would bring the Witch Cooperation Association to its end¡­ From the forty-two sisters only seven people¡­ It was also my inescapable responsibility if I hadn¡¯t stood firmly on Nightingale side¡­¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t your fault,¡± said the Nightingale sadly. ¡°No one can predict the future; now the important part is to decide what to do next.¡± She looked at Leaves, ¡°You said there were six other sisters who survived, where are they now?¡± ¡°They are at the entrance to the canyon waiting for a message from me. We previously made an appointment, if I¡¯m unable to come back, Scroll will lead them away from here, maybe to the extreme south, perhaps even crossing the sea¡­¡± ¡°Then we will have to go to the canyon and get them,¡± said Nightingale excited. ¡°I¡¯ll leave now. Wendy will stay here and take care of you.¡± ¡°Wait a minute, what will you do if they don¡¯t believe you? Leaves will have to go with you, just call Lightning to follow along. At the moment she should be training for her flight towards Longsong Stronghold. Take some horses with you, like this, our sisters can ride the last part of their road.¡± Wendy carefully urged. ¡°But His Highness¡­ isn¡¯t he still sleeping?¡± Leaves became stunned, ¡°Don¡¯t you need to get his approval first? ¡°Rest assured,¡± said Nightingale reassuringly, ¡°If His Royal Highness knew about this, I am afraid he would went crazy from waiting.¡± Chapter 97 Chapter 97 New Witches, New Abilities (Part 1) When Roland walked into the office, he was surprised to discover that the one waiting for him wasn¡¯t Nightingale, but Wendy. ¡°What happened?¡± He poured himself a cup of warm water, ¡°Where¡¯s Nightingale?¡± ¡°She went to meet our sisters.¡± ¡°Are you,¡± Roland, having raised his cup, ready to drink, suddenly felt that something was wrong, ¡°Wait a minute. What sisters?¡± ¡°Our sisters from the Witch Cooperation Association, they¡¯ve come to Border Town,¡± Wendy replied. ¡°Aren¡¯t they still busy looking for the Holy Mountain?¡± He jumped to his feet. ¡°How many people are there? The one that wanted to kill Nightingale¡­ I seem to remember she was called Cara, is she also coming?¡± ¡°No, your Highness¡­ they were unable to find the Holy Mountain. When they finally managed to enter the wildlands, they were attacked by terrible monsters, ultimately only seven sisters survived.¡± Wendy reported what Leaves had told her, then she bowed to apologize, ¡°You were still napping, please forgive us for deciding that Nightingale and Lightning should go and pick them up.¡± ¡°No,¡± Roland said while waving his hand in refusal, ¡°You already know that I won¡¯t blame you for what you decided. What are their abilities?¡± ¡°This I don¡¯t know, but Leaves told us that they don¡¯t belong to the fighting type of witch, perhaps¡­¡± Wendy hesitated, ¡°They aren¡¯t of much use to you.¡± Non-fighting type? Roland¡¯s heart was suddenly full of expectations, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliations and the witches small area of effect drawback, actually already limit the fighting capability of the witches by a lot. So production was their strongest field in any case. If there is a witch with the ability to produce plastics, I would be able to solve the problems of my rough processing technology. I could directly step into the mechanical production era; If they have a witch with an electrical ability with them, she would be able to turn the night into day for Border Town. If the next King took a witch as his bride, they would be able to lead us to the pinnacle of life. They could leading us to achieve ¡®Deng Xiaoping¡¯s¡¯ four modernizations. Just thinking about these possibilities makes me already totally excited. ¡°Your Highness, if you don¡¯t need them¡­¡± Perhaps the silence was too long for Wendy, that she began to worry and so whispered. ¡°No, how could that be possible,¡± Roland said , not letting her speak one word more, ¡°As many witches as arrive, is as many I will accept.¡± Around sunset, Nightingale returned smoothly with the last from the sisters from the Witch Cooperation Association. Roland, who was already waiting for them, had prepared a sumptuous dinner in the Castle Grand Hall, trying to wash away the memories of the hardships they had encountered during their travels. The witches were obviously very hungry, but it was their first time dining in such a grand environment, they were all acting very reserved. For many of them, it was the first time seeing a Lord, not to mention that this Lord was even a prince of this country. Fortunately, in addition to Roland himself, there were also the two local witches Anna and Nana who demonstrated how to act and not to forget there was also the lively Lightning. In the end, they were finally able to let go of their shyness, and start to enjoy the banquet even starting a happy conversation. Roland was chewing on a slice of bread, at the same time he was also looking on with high spirit at the quite different styled women before him. Even with their uniqueness, they could all still be regarded as beautiful women. This was the great gift of magic ¨C even with the technology of the science in the future, those witches wouldn¡¯t have the need to use any of it. Even without cosmetic surgery, their appearance was still able to turn every head. Since Karl still wasn¡¯t finished with the construction of the living area for the witches, the only possibility was to place all of them inside of the castle. There were still four rooms vacant on the second floor. So Roland considered changing the single person rooms into double occupancy rooms. After all, those big beds were actually prepared for visiting nobility, it could easily accommodate two people and still have room to spare. The Prince waited until the end of the dinner and then finally asked the long awaited question ¨C what were their abilities. Like a wolf herding sheep, Nightingale brought them one after another into the office. There Roland asked all of them specific questions about their life and abilities etc., all things that were comparable with a job interview. He recorded each of their characteristics, he also tested their abilities while being protected by the effect by a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. When the last interview with the witches was finally completed, he took a deep breath and stretched out his tensed body. If he wasn¡¯t afraid that Nightingale might be directly beside him, eavesdropping, he would have liked to start humming ¡®Super-Star¡¯. Although there weren¡¯t any witches with the ability of electricity or shaping material, which could have been used to raise the slow modernization speed, but this batch of witches was still able to bring Roland an ample amount of pleasant surprises. First and most important of them was the witch called Leaves. He spread all the records he had collected over the table and took hers back into his hands. Prior to adulthood, Leaves was still only able to speed up the growth of plants and their fruits. But after her day of adulthood her ability had greatly improved, besides her growth control of plants she could now also manipulate them. The first ability could be used to improve the quality of fruits and seeds, increase yield, and also increase their herbal effects. Her ability also had possibility of altering a plant¡¯s characteristics and traits. According to her explanation, if she put her magic into a plant, she was able to grow green leaves on a dead branch. While if she put her magic into weeds she could wrap them around her enemies¡¯ feet and doing so entrap them. But the most remarkable thing was that she was able to integrate herself into a tree. However, the bigger the plant, the more magic she had to spend to manipulate it. So she preferred using weeds during combat as it showed a faster effect while having a lower cost. The range at which she was able to cast her power, even through physical materials (such as earth), was around five meters. There was no doubt that the witch whose ability resembled her name and whose green hair also her appearance, would be a good helper to improve the agriculture. So her importance to Roland was self-evident ¨C industrialization required a large population, and if there was a large number of people it also needed an adequate supply of food to support the population. This was achievable through either self-producing or through trade. If they used the former possibility and the production wasn¡¯t efficient enough, most of their human resources would have to go work in the fields. The second point was very difficult to achieve because of this era¡¯s ability to transport goods. Now that he was able lay his hands on a Druid, Roland hoped to use only a few farmers to feed a large number of the industrial population, and with this accelerate the process of industrialization in his territory. Therefore, in the future, he would let her practice improving the quality of wheat and barley seeds so that they would deliver a larger yield. As long as she only improved them by at least a little, it would still greatly help to improve his territory overall and raise the upper limit for the population. In addition, Roland had heard that the Fjords also had some unique types of food. According to Lightning¡¯s description, it sounded like they had both potatoes and corn. If these rumors were true, then introducing those two plants as crops should become one of his highest priorities. After all, wheat itself wasn¡¯t a high-yielding crop. Roland carefully wrote down the future practice plan, and then put Leave¡¯s data aside, and then he drew the second piece of paper from the table. The second witch he had interviewed was named Scroll, she was also the oldest witch within the seven survivors, this year she was close to forty years old. This was a really rare age for a witch. The older they became, the harder it was to resist the demonic bite. But when she described her ability to him, Roland could immediately understand why she had been able to reach that age. Her primary ability was having a much better memory than the ordinary person. Her memory has become so good, that she could almost be regarded as already unable to forget anything. On her day of adulthood, she had also gotten a very interesting branch to her ability: She could read books and for a short period of time create a copy of it, because of this, Roland named her ability ¡°the illusion of a book.¡± Since she used her main ability almost all the time, Scroll could easily pass each Day of Awakening. This was also the reason, why even though she came from a very poor family, she was still so knowledgeable¡­ This ability greatly enhanced her learning ability, especially for exercises where someone would need to remember important texts. Casting her branch magic was very taxing for her body, how long she could create a copy of a book was dependant on how much mana she had remaining within her body, usually it was enough for one to two hours. Obviously, Scroll was a natural born teacher. If in the future he wanted to increase the standard of education, she was a teacher who could teach nearly anything. Well¡­ as for now, Roland thought, her ability didn¡¯t offer much to practice, so he simply put her file to the side while thinking: when I have some leisure time, I can write some primary math and primary physics problems down to teach her. So that when the time is ripe, she will be able to enlighten the education sector. TN: Information to the Four Modernizations Chapter 98 Chapter 98 New Witches, New Abilities (Part 2) The name of the third witch was Hummingbird, she was a witch that had a small size, just like her nickname depicted. When asked to perform her ability she had acted much more cautiously than the other witches had. It was just in this year that she had become an adult, had symmetrical dimples on her cheeks and very delicate features with a waxy soft voice, summing it up she was cute. Her ability was to ¡°lighten an object¡±. When she put her magic into an object, it¡¯s weight would be greatly reduced. According to her description, the weight would almost become close to zero. Roland let Hummingbird give him a live demonstration with her own cup, seemingly letting it float in the air ¨C in other words, its weight was about equal to the air. Of course, in this era in the eyes of the people, the air had no weight. It seemed it was due to her ability, that the Witch Cooperation Association was able to cross the Impassable Mountain Range. With the help of this young witch, the bags could be filled up with the wheat and dried fish and were still easily to carry. Like this, only a few people had been needed to carry a lot of materials, which had significantly reduced the trouble with logistic. Although Hummingbird had already become an adult, but she still hadn¡¯t developed any branch magic. To cast her magic, she needs to be in contact with her target, in addition the target wasn¡¯t allowed to be a living entity. The bulkier the object, the more time would need to transform its weight and the more magic she would consume. However, once the conversion was completed, it would last for several hours. This capability looked to be very suitable for the transportation industry, and it also had some promising uses in the upcoming war. But there were still just too many unknown elements, so her ability still needed to be more researched before that. Thinking all this trough, Roland wrote at the bottom of her parchment: Learning to control the needed magic output, by training with stones of different weights, so that in the end she can precisely determine the effective time of her magic. After finishing the first three training programs, he ordered his attendant to light another candle, making the room brighter. But even with this, in the waving orange candlelight, the reading and writing became much more tiring to his eyes. Roland yawned and took the parchment with information concerning the fourth witch. The fourth witch had a rare surname, with her full name she was called Soraya Zoen. She belonged to a merchant family from Graycastle and had brown short coils and a pair of slender eyes. On top of her nose she had a small freckle which didn¡¯t destroy her beauty, instead, it gave her a unique touch of youthful vitality. She was nineteen years old and her ability was also a very special. After all, she was able to paint a picture of everything she saw or could imagine. In addition, with her ¡°Magic Pen¡±, which was her branch ability, she was able to draw without any paint on any paper and it would be just like creating a photo-realistic image. Her ability which was just like a camera, had endless possibilities and as for her training, he would just let her draw some paintings every day. Afterwards, he pulled out the next parchment. The fifth witch was called Echo and was a woman from the extreme south. She was tall, had brown skin and her eyes and nose had the typical southern features, giving her a very exotic look. According to her story, after her awakening, she was able to imitate any animal¡¯s call and after her day of adulthood her calls had only gotten more wonderful and charming. She didn¡¯t develop any branch ability. Roland decided to name her ability ¡°Magic Sound¡±, as for the long time uses he had no idea, even for practice possibilities¡­ she should just roar at the top of her voice as much as she wants. The sixth witch who came in to be interviewed was Lily, who was only sixteen years old. She had two ponytails and a delicate doll-like face, without showing any facial expressions while sitting in front of Roland. Her ability was to prevent food from rotting, and even though her awakening had only been one year ago, she was still the witch with the most important role in the Witch Cooperation Association ¨C without any food preservation, a lot of food would have become inedible during their journey. Lily together with Hummingbird would be a good addition to his logistic force. As for how she kept the food fresh, whether she was killing the bacteria or had any other means was still to be confirmed. Roland decided to let her practice on all kinds of meat and fruits, and that she should also confirm her magic power¡¯s ¨C time of duration ratio. He rubbed his tingling neck and put the information about the six witches on a pile and set them to the side. Now there was only one last piece of information on his table. After Leaves, she was the next surprise for Roland. Seventh Witch: Mystery Moon. She was very nervous when she walked into the office, Nightingale even had to come in to comfort her for a while. Nightingale later whispered to Roland the specific reason why she was so nervous, into his ear. Even so her ability was still a mystery, yet it was known as the worst ability within the Witch Cooperation Association. It could even be said to be useless, since it was also easily accomplished by human labor. Coupled with often being blamed by Cara, she has become very timid, and now she feared that if Roland also thought that she was useless, he would ban her from Border Town. Her main ability was to magnetize an object, before she reached her adulthood she was only able to magnetize metallic objects but afterwards she was able to magnetize any object she was able to put her hands on. She also didn¡¯t have any known branch ability and the magnetizing process was also extremely slow. According to her story, it would take her half a day to magnetize a square stone block the size of about half a foot. This ability wasn¡¯t of much use to the Witch Cooperation Association. A magnet wasn¡¯t new to them, every huge vessel sailing across the seas was equipped with a six-point compass, so they could easily identify their direction. On the contrary, her magnetized objects were causing problems, for example a metallic pot which was lighten by Hummingbird flew always in the direction of her magnetized objects, in the end Cara even banned her from using her power. But for Roland, this taciturn girl was simply a priceless gift. She was also the reason why he wanted to hum ¡®Super-Star¡¯ ¨C was there anything more appropriate than the lyrics of, ¡°You are electric, You are light¡±? Magnetoelectric, electromagnetism, was knowledge that any science and technology dog would know about. He thanked Faraday, Gauss, Ampere and Maxwell whole heartedly. With electricity, there also was light. Perhaps it wouldn¡¯t take him much longer, until he will be able to show Border Town a new miracle. A witch who was forbidden from using power and was still able to survive the demonic bite, showed that her self-esteem wasn¡¯t so fragile. At least her desire to live on, was much stronger than of most other people. Roland was secretly overjoyed that she only joined the Witch Cooperation Association less than a year ago, or else over the years she would most likely have become a living ruin under Cara¡¯s rule. With much enthusiasm he wrote: In the following days, Mystery Moon will magnetized a variety of items as training, and determine the relationship between the consumption of her magic and the size she magnetize. With the addition of these seven new witches, Roland witch-lineup had increased to twelve. After seeing so many examples, Roland got a general understanding of magic. Their traditional classification of combat and non-combat type wasn¡¯t reasonable, Roland instead preferred to divide them by the characteristics of their magic abilities. Summarizing it, the witch¡¯s ability can basically be divided into three categories. The first category was the self-strengthening type. This type of ability seemed to be very rare, so far only Scroll seems to belong to this category. Even under the effect of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliations, she still wouldn¡¯t lose her extraordinary memory. The second type was the summoning type. Anna, Nightingale, Nana, Lightning, Wendy, Leaves, Soraya, Echo and Lily all fell into this category. Its characteristic was that the magic could be summoned outside of their body ¨C yet the area of effect was only about five-meter or less. Witches that fell under this category were the witches who were the most suppressed by God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, once they stepped into its suppression zone, any magical effect would disappear. However, in the case that the power was used before it was blocked, the result was permanent and irreversible. The third type was the attaching magic type. This belonged to Hummingbird and Mystery Moon. Their magic was displayed by direct contact with their target, the conversion process was also very slow, and the consumption of magic was quite large, and it could always be interrupted by God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. However, once the conversion was completed, the added properties became inherent properties, which were effective even within the suppressive area of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. How long the enchantment took effect depended on the amount of magic power used and the objects¡¯ size. Most probably this is also the reason why the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation is unable to suppress the rampaging magic during the demonic bite, he thought, God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation doesn¡¯t affect the converging magic or the inner magical flow, it only affects magic during the processing time. Described in layman¡¯s terms, it only affects outside powers and no inside powers. Roland put the quill down and rubbed his eyes. No matter what, he was going to have a busy future. Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Night talk The witches were unable to sleep at this time, after having suffered for so long, they still couldn¡¯t believe that they were so welcomed by the Prince. There were no fetters and no guards, the Prince even allowed everyone to live within the castle, sleeping in such spacious rooms. Wendy had already guessed that her sisters would feel uneasy, so she together with Nightingale had went to collect all of their sisters and meet in one room. There they sat on the ground in a circle, happily chatting and calming their emotions. This is the manner that a leader should have, Leaves thought to herself, if it were Cara, who was absolutely scrupulous, she would never have noticed their condition, or even if she had noticed, she wouldn¡¯t see a reason to comfort her sisters. ¡°Sister Wendy, His Royal Highness¡­ what shall we do?¡± Hummingbird asked timidly. ¡°Our abilities are much worse than what you and Sister Nightingale can offer.¡± This caused a feeling of resonance within her other sisters, who nodded to support her. Wendy seeing this began to laugh, ¡°Let me think, well¡­ the first thing you all should do is to practice your ability.¡± ¡°Practice our ability?¡± Soraya asked hesitantly, ¡°Does His Royal Highness want me to draw portraits of him all day long?¡± ¡°Probably,¡± Wendy patted Mystery Moon¡¯s head. ¡°You too, even if Cara forbade you to use your ability in the camp, His Highness doesn¡¯t. Instead, he even encourages you to use and discover your own ability.¡± ¡°But my ability brings problems to our sisters,¡± said Mystery in a very low voice. ¡°Even if that is the case you still need to practice,¡± said Wendy categorically. ¡°It¡¯s to save your lives.¡± ¡°What does life and death have to do with training our abilities?¡± Leaves couldn¡¯t help herself from asking. ¡°Yes, the witches with His Highness method were able to safely survive the Day of Awakening,¡± Nightingale interjected before Wendy could answer. ¡°From now on, we can bid farewell to the demonic bite, all of us sisters can easily pass the Day of Awakening.¡± All the witches were now staring at Nightingale, and for the moment they couldn¡¯t believe what they heard. ¡°Are you speaking about what happened to Miss Anna?¡± Scroll asked in astonishment, ¡°but last time you didn¡¯t tell us how she was able to accomplish it.¡± ¡°Yes, at that time it was still only His Highness speculation, but in the meantime, it was also Nana¡¯s Day of awakening ¨C all day long she wasn¡¯t hurt.¡± ¡°Then this method is¡­¡± Scroll couldn¡¯t speak any further, it was just too unbelievable. ¡°As long as we can consume all of our magic power daily,¡± Nightingale continued to explain, ¡°I¡¯m able to see how the magic power within your bodies changes, due to regular usage, your body is able to adapt to the magic and your magic reserves will also increase ¨C while at the same time the suffering during the demonic bite will also be reduced. When it is close to your Day of Awakening, as long as you consume all your magic and keep your magic reserves empty, the demonic bite won¡¯t cause your body any harm.¡± ¡°I think everyone can even faintly feel it,¡± Wendy added, ¡°While we were always chased by the church, we always hid in the furthest parts of town, not daring to use our abilities. So every winter we lost many sisters. But this year, while living in the camp in the Impassable Mountain Range, besides for Ari and Ami everyone else was able to safely live through the Day of Awakening.¡± Thinking about this, Leaves took a deep breath, when she had encountered the demonic bite while traveling through the wilderness, it¡¯s duration was exceptionally short. ¡°In other words, the Holy Mountain is not a piece of land¡­¡± ¡°Yes, the Holy Mountain isn¡¯t a place,¡± Wendy nodded. ¡°As long as we can accept ourselves as what we are, not thinking of ourselves as the devil¡¯s subordinate, and when no longer hide our abilities, we are our own Holy Mountain.¡± ¡°Wendy had even asked His Highness if he allowed her to go to the Witch Cooperation Association camp when the Months of the Demons had ended, to tell you the news.¡± Nightingale looked at Wendy and softly said, ¡°Like this, even if you hadn¡¯t found the Holy Mountain, you could still live freely within the mountains.¡± ¡°Since everyone is here now, it is unnecessary to mention this,¡± Wendy smiled and shook her head, ¡°It isn¡¯t important if you are needed by His Highness or not. Even if it¡¯s only for the reason to keep yourself safe, you need to practice every day.¡± ¡°If this is really the key to release us from the demonic bite, can it be that other witches were already aware of this?¡± Scroll asked and after thinking for a moment, she answered her own question ¡°We weren¡¯t the first Witch-Society. The Kingdom of Dawn and the Wolfheart Kingdom had already their own societies. We even sent them letters inviting them to accompany us on our search for the Holy Mountain, but we never received any reply from them. Leaves gently sighed, she had the same thought but didn¡¯t say it. Since Cara found the ancient book in the ruins at the eastern border of the Kingdom of Graycastle, she firmly believed in the Holy Mountain and took us all with her on her endeavor. At this point, the society started their long march into the exile, almost across the entire kingdom. During the journey, we meet many new sisters, but we also lost a lot of them. If from the beginning we had hidden ourselves within the ruins, would we have found the key? ¡°We can try to contact the witches hiding in other cities,¡± suggested Nightingale, ¡°this was His Highness plan anyway. He wanted to let other witches know of this safe haven by releasing rumors. Like this, it would surely greatly release their worry. ¡°In the end, I still don¡¯t understand the point why His Highness should accept all of us witches?¡± asked Echo, clearly confused. The southern witch had clearly suffered worse than most of the other witches. First, she was sold by her own people to a businessman of the Port of Clearwater, who then took her all the way to the capital selling her once again to the King. She was forced to learn the royal etiquette and how to dance. She even had to learn how to skillfully please a man. If it weren¡¯t for the Witch Cooperation Association who rescued her, she would probably already have been sold for an exorbitantly high price to the hands of a Duke or Minister. Until now, her speech had still her own southern accent. ¡°Maybe he is just the same like those who previously wanted to buy you,¡± said Lily with a sneer, ¡°Men are¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk about things you don¡¯t understand, Lily,¡± said Nightingale resolute and clearly unhappy. ¡°His Highness, Lord Roland, is clearly different from all those you spoke about, after all, some of us are already living here for quite a while.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s end it here for today,¡± decided Wendy and said while still wearing her kind smile, ¡°It¡¯s already late, so everyone should go back to their rooms and try to get some sleep. Even if your ability really isn¡¯t useful to His Highness, he still said that what he wants is for all of you to be able to live a life in Border Town that is as normal as possible. If you want to know what His Highness will ask you tomorrow, it is,¡± here she deliberately paused for a moment, ¡°I want you to accept this contract.¡± After Scroll and Leaves had finally returned to their own room and closed their door, the former said: ¡°It¡¯s getting late we should sleep now.¡± ¡°Well.¡± Even before His Highness had asked about her ability, he had already arranged a room for her and Scroll together. Even so, he had said that this was only a temporary arrangement, and if the construction within the town was finished she could get her own room. But in her view, this bed was spacious enough for three people, so it wasn¡¯t really a problem. She took off her coat, got under the quilt and was immediately wrapped by an indescribable soft and comfortable feeling. After feeling so much pleasure from finally having a comfortable bed to sleep in, Leaves couldn¡¯t help herself and began to happily croon while burying her head into the pillow. After a long time, she softly asked: ¡°Do you blame Cara for what we had to face?¡± Scroll kept silent for a very long time, then she sighed and finally spoke, ¡°No one can predict the future, no matter what she later did, at least at the beginning she really wanted to find a home for us witches. Where we could live in peace, without having to have anything bad in our minds. But this is all is of no importance, you should sleep now, child.¡± With this she closed her eyes and murmured, ¡°Good night.¡± Chapter 100 Chapter 100 The Ancient Book and the traces it gives (Part 1) Just as Wendy had said, the next morning directly after breakfast a maid came and brought them to Roland¡¯s office. There the Prince handed them a fine piece of parchment. Taking into account that some of the witches were illiterate, Scroll read its contents to them. Followed by them signing it with their fingerprint. Roland knew that it was hard for them to understand the meaning of each line written in the contract, but this wasn¡¯t important, after some time they would begin to understand what he wanted from them. He also knew, even if this was a slave contract, they would still have put their signature under it. But Roland didn¡¯t think that it was good to lose his principles just to get some small benefits. Since they chose to follow this road, we have to look to where it is leading them to. At the moment everything he made was the laying of a foundation to form a positive cycle for the future. A long-term investment which should end in a win-win situation for both sides. After receiving the signed documents, Roland gave out the training plan he had developed yesterday evening, and explained to each of them personally what they should do. When he had finished this he called Leaves, Scroll, and Soraya back into his office. After closing the door, Nightingale showed a royal salute, startling her sisters. ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking all night long about the story I¡¯ve heard yesterday from Wendy,¡± Roland opened the curtains, letting bright sunlight flood into the room. ¡°She said you had encountered a terrible monster and only seven of you were able to survive. Even your Witch Cooperation Association Mentor, Cara, died within the wilderness. So I want to know what you have encountered, was it a mixed species or a demonic beasts?¡± Leaves was the first to speak: ¡°They weren¡¯t demonic beasts, they were Devils coming from behind of the Gate of Hell. They possessed a tall body and were able to ride on demonic beasts, they were also able to use magic, just¡­¡± She hesitated for a moment, ¡°Just like us.¡± ¡°They were Devil¡¯s?¡± Roland frowned, turning his view to Soraya, ¡°Were you also present at the scene?¡± The spoken to nodded hesitantly. ¡°You can draw the scene, right?¡± asked Roland and gave her a piece of paper. Soraya closed her eyes, remembering the painful memory, but regardless she still took the paper and went to the table. Following this, she began to fully display her ability, taking her magic pen in hand. The pen started to release colorful light, which flew from her hand directly onto the paper. A lifelike picture gradually took form on the paper, and during the whole drawing process Soraya never opened her eyes once. When Roland stepped near the table, he discovered that the picture¡¯s imagery looked very realistic ¨C no, he had to correct himself, this wasn¡¯t a painting, but an image taken from a real-life scene. Her ability was just like a camera, reproducing the genocide in the wild from a first-person perspective. When she had completed the painting, Soraya¡¯s forehead was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that the memory was a nightmare to her. Nightingale, went to the table too, taking a look and asked, ¡°Are these the Devils you had encountered?¡± ¡°Yes, those are,¡± Leaves pointed to the nearest one from the perspective the picture was taken, ¡°The Devil wearing metal gloves, was able to summon lightning attacks, while the other one was unusually strong, he could throw a spear several times faster than an arrow shot from a bow. More than a dozen sisters died under their hands. But they weren¡¯t able to use their special attack the whole time, it was in such a moment of recharing when I was able to kill them.¡± ¡°You were able to kill them on your own?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Cara¡¯s magic snake had ripped open Ironhand¡¯s pipe, and he eventually died from that wound. I used the same method, to kill the other one with a crossbow. The pipe seems to store some red gas, and if the gas leaks out they die.¡± Well, this thing seems to resemble an oxygen tank, how is it possible for creatures in the wild to have something like this? Roland asked himself in confusion. But directly saying that they have to be aliens, is a little too premature. Looking at their clothes, they are patched together out of pieces of leather and animal skins. This shows that their level of civilization can¡¯t be much further developed than ours is. Whether it was by using magic or technology, that they were able to cross to other planets, already shows their strength ¨C while the people on earth are still fighting against each other all the time. Of course, we cannot rule out the point, that it¡¯s just an innate skill of an exotic civilization. Roland thought, for now, the important point is to remember, that ¡°The Devil¡± is not an invincible enemy, they can be killed. ¡°In addition to the Devil, we also saw a city floating in the sky,¡± Leaves added, ¡°No matter how far we moved into its direction, it always stayed just in front of us. Lightning has mentioned something similar to it in her stories, I think she called it a mirage.¡± ¡°Can you also draw a picture of the city?¡± Roland asked in Soraya¡¯s direction. She nodded, summoned her pen once more, and begun to paint a city floating in the sky just as Leaves had said Roland viewed the picture carefully, but he was unable to get much information from the vague scenery. Even if the city displayed in the picture really is only a mirage, it still means that somewhere within the wildlands there has to be the real one. There seemed to be red clouds above the city, maybe this is the gas that is needed by the Devils. This explanation is much more reasonable than thinking about aliens, after all, the vast wide lands behind the Impassable Mountain Range is a complete mystery zone, where for a long time no one had set their feet into, so detecting a new race isn¡¯t too surprising. ¡°I heard from Nightingale and Wendy that Cara decided to look for the Holy Mountain after she read about it in an ancient book,¡± Roland asked. ¡°Scroll, have you also read the book?¡± Scroll hesitated for a moment but then she answered. ¡°Cara didn¡¯t allow anyone to read the book, but¡­ I have still seen a little, but the text was quite messy yet¡­ also incredible.¡± ¡°Can you make a copy of it and show me?¡± ¡°The text written in the book isn¡¯t true, Your Royal Highness, that the Holy Mountain doesn¡¯t exist confirmed this,¡± she sighed, but still raised her right hand, ¡°I hope you won¡¯t get confused by the book¡¯s content.¡± Suddenly a book out of golden light appeared midair, the book flipped open and its sides turned with an incredible speed, when the book came to its end, it fell directly into Scroll¡¯s hands. ¡°Your Highness, I hope you are the only person who will read it. I don¡¯t want to see any of my sisters become like Cara.¡± Roland took the book out Scroll¡¯s hands and comforted her, ¡°I got it.¡± When the other witches left the office, Nightingale quietly appeared sitting on the couch. She had lifted up her robe, as usual, and placed both her feet on the table and chewed happily on a dried fish. ¡°You don¡¯t want to see it?¡± Roland with a smile on his face, asked. With a scoffing voice, she answered. ¡°I¡¯m not interested in anything that lunatic loved to look at.¡± Roland shook his head, sat himself back behind the table and carefully opened the book. The pages felt just as if the book has become a reality. Just like Scroll had said, most of the content was messed up. It seemed as if the text wasn¡¯t written in the common language, at least the grammar wasn¡¯t the same. Within the book a blood moon was mentioned, as well as a huge stone gate, but nowhere did he find any trace of the Holy City. In fact, apart from some words he was occasional able to understand, the meaning of many other words wasn¡¯t clear for him. Most of the Book¡¯s content he just couldn¡¯t read ¨C in the end his summary was: Even if I knew every word, I¡¯m not sure if I would be able to understand it completely. I¡¯m not sure if it is because of the short peek Scroll was only able to take, or if the book was just recorded this way. Rolland skipped through the long passages, jumping straight to the end. Even so, the book was quite thick, it had very little content and most of its sides were blank. But when he turned to the last page, he suddenly saw a readable text. The previous neat writing became illegible, as it had been written down in a hurry, but the content was understandable and cleared many questions. The first sentence still written in neat handwriting was ¡°We have failed. Mortals cannot overcome the Devil.¡± TN: Fanart Contest We would like to start a fanart contest to both celebrate Chapter 100, and take the good opportunity that the chapter offered. So, do we have any Soraya¡¯s within our readership? People who want to present us with a picture of one of the two scenes described in this chapter, or any other remarkable scenes from the first 100 chapters? Rules: Artists can submit as many pieces of artwork as they want. All mediums are accepted. (Drawings, paintings, digital artwork, etc.). No plagiarizing. Submissions must be related to Release that Witch. Any scene within the translated chapters will be accepted. Timeframe: October 17th to November 17th. Submissions have to be sent to roxerer@outlook.com (no zip-files, exe-files). Voting will occur between November 18th and October 31th. Results will be published on December 1st. Prizes: First Place: Three free chapters whenever you want them.* Second Place: Two free chapters whenever you want them.* Third Place: One free chapter whenever you want it.* * Please give me notice and understand that it will not be instantly released. All contributors have the opportunity to introduce themselves, and provide a link to their website, deviantart page, portfolio, or anything else in order to promote themselves. I wish you all good luck with your drawing ???? *goes into the corner and prays ¡®please have at least 3 submissions¡¯* Chapter 101 Chapter 101 The Ancient Book and the traces it gives (Part 2) What does this mean? Roland rubbed his fingers over the handwritten line, had the original owner of this ancient book also had to fight against those monsters in the wild lands? He turned his view further down and continued reading ¨C ¡°The Devils grew each day in number, but every day we became less.¡± ¡°God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was also unable to stop them. It would only work against their unparalleled strange powers, but even without relying on their magic, they were still fierce and terrible enemies.¡± ¡°The Holy City of Taquila has already fallen into the enemy¡¯s hands, the only option left to us was to scatter in all directions.¡± ¡°Over the mountains, across the rivers. Trying to flee as far away from the Gates of Hell as possible. ¡± ¡°But for the next time, where to should we flee?¡± ¡°But, this isn¡¯t something I have to think about. I am going to die, Natalia.¡± ¡°The Devil¡¯s power is corroding my body, and every one of our drugs are malfunction.¡± ¡°I¡¯m writing all this down because I have a simple matter I want to request of you to do for me.¡± Alice¡¯s test of the God¡¯s Punishment Army is already approaching its end, and the test was a success. Even when facing the extraordinary Devil Warriors they have nothing to fear, but she forgot the important point, even if the God¡¯s Punishment Army will win, this victory won¡¯t belong to us.¡± ¡± That¡¯s right. The God¡¯s Punishment Army, will lead to our end. ¡± ¡°To stop her, only you are left.¡± The text he managed to read wasn¡¯t long, Roland swept his gaze once more from beginning to end. He then closed his eyes and began to think about what he had read. Trying to see it from Cara¡¯s perspective. Assuming that she wasn¡¯t aware of the existence of the Devil¡¯s. And she thought the Devil to refer to a witch. Using this assumption, it would be easy to imagine that the book was written from the perspective of a member of the Church, fleeing from the witches. Then in combined with widely circulated rumors ¨C after all, the rumours say that the witches are all the Devil¡¯s minions, and that they gained their magic from the Gate of Hell. Cara most likely thought that the Church actually wanted to hide the truth: That they changed the entry to the Holy Mountain to the Gate of Hell, and that for several hundreds of years, witches already had access to the Holy Mountain, and that they found there an eternal life. So the witches became more and more, yet the warriors of the Church became less and less. Of course, this theory had many holes to it For example, the author of the text said that the other side possessed strange powers when compared to ordinary people, clearly there were no witches who possessed these characteristics. Another example was that even under the suppression of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, the witches were still able to let the church suffer a crushing defeat, which seemed too bizarre. So in the end, the reason why Cara went on the journey to the wild lands, was still unknown. Maybe she had just been so eager that she didn¡¯t realize that it had already affected her judgment. There was still some content that he wasn¡¯t able to understand, maybe the real cause stood therein? Roland preferred the latter possibility. At least he knew now, that the Devil that was described on the last page wasn¡¯t a witch, but was the description of the real alien race. But all this didn¡¯t reduce his doubts, instead it only his increased his already numerous problems. In the end, since when was the Church fighting against the Devils? Even so, again and again Roland went through the content of the book, but he was still unable to find the relevant content. The Church had established their base in the North, since the end of the war of faith. The base was built to defend against the huge gap in the Impassable Mountain Range against the demonic beasts. Later, they simply built a fortress on the plateau of the Hermes, and simply called it the New Holy City. These two cities are now connected together, one on the high ground and the other was low lying, but both were used to withstand the demonic beasts attack and not the Devils. Besides, he had never heard before of a place called Taquila. If all of this was true, the Church would have no reason to hide it. According to church¡¯s history books, they were always able to resist the attacks from the demonic beasts, and were also able to achieve great victories in their battle against the witches. This was all described in great detail as if they feared that anyone would forget of their great merits. But compared with the confrontation against the Devils, how can they still treat the matter of the demonic beasts and the witches to be more worthy to particularize? The last question concerned the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Evidently this member of the Church didn¡¯t want to see the God¡¯s Punishment Army to appear, furthermore, they even entrusted others to stop the person in charge of the experiment. Apparently, they seemed to have succeeded? Roland only knew that the Church had an Army of Judges, but he had never heard of the God¡¯s Punishment Army ¨C of course, that doesn¡¯t rule out that the former 4th Prince was simply just ignorant. However, if they really could foster warrior strong enough to fight against the Devils, wouldn¡¯t it just increase the power of the Church? So why would the author of the note write that it would cause their destruction? The place where they found this book, should have additional information. ¡°It was Cara who found the book. Do you know where she found it?¡± Roland raised his head and asked Nightingale. ¡°When I joined the Witch Cooperation Association, the sisterhood had already set foot on the road towards the Holy Mountain.¡± Nightingale who was still chewing the dried fish, answered absently. ¡°But Wendy had mentioned, that at the beginning the sisterhood didn¡¯t call themselves the Witch Cooperation Association, they were just a couple of witches from the Sea Wind Region. Also among them were Cara, Wendy and Scroll. Afterwards when they left the Sea Wind Region, they found a secret meeting place within a forest. But no one had expected that there would actually be a secret entry to an ancient ruin hidden there.¡± She took another bite from her snack, licked her lips and then continued, ¡°But except for Cara, no one else had went down to explore it.¡± ¡°Did she find the ancient book within the ruins? ¡°At least, that¡¯s what Cara said,¡± Nightingale curled her lips. ¡°And later then, they began to gather more and more witches. But it seems that their hiding place accidently got leaked to the Church, which later then brought a large army to surround the meeting place. Only twenty witches were able to escape, which was less than half of them. It was then that Cara decided to search for the Holy Mountain. So they established the Witch Cooperation Association, with the goal of finding the Holy Mountain as their highest priority.¡± After hearing this story, he once more began to think about it, to study mysteries while knowing so little was just too inconvenient, even more so when it was history mixed with legends, leaving a blank in his mind. The ancient book didn¡¯t mentioned the year that it was written, and there was also no other big war mentioned in other history books he had read. The first person involved in discovering it was already dead, but maybe we can go to find the ancient ruin ourselves, he thought. But to Roland it was also clear that it was basically an impossible task. The forest in the east was just too far away from Border Town, it was much more than just a short walk, it was a journey across the whole Kingdom of Greycastle. But at this moment the development of his territory was his highest priority. Roland stood up and walked to the window, there he had a perfect view over the back gardens. In the garden, the witches were training according to his training program. Now that his group of witches had grown to twelve, it was finally time to set up an organization. In his conception, the organization didn¡¯t need any program or guideline. It was just designed to facilitate the management of the witches and the ability they were able to wield, its function would be similar to the future generation of industrial associations. The rules of the organizations would also be as simple as possible, there would only be two rules: Do not take advantage of your ability to violate the law of the territory. And, It is forbidden to use your ability to evade the law. At the beginning Roland wanted to use the three laws of robotics, restricting the ability of the witches by not allowing them to injure or attack ordinary people and so on, but then he thought that it would actually be unnecessary. Their ability was just the same as guns. When confronted with hazards, there was really no difference between using a gun or a witch¡¯s ability to defend themselves. And by deliberately stressing the difference between witches and ordinary people, the gap between these two groups would only grow further apart. So it wouldn¡¯t become illegal, he couldn¡¯t avoid his responsibility as a scientist and engineering dog, he had to express himself in the most concise way. As for the name of this organization, Roland had already long ago found a good one. The name of the new collective will be ¡°Witch Union.¡± Chapter 102 Chapter 102 The Honeysuckle and the Elk Families (Part 1) After nightfall, the Elk Manson was brightly lit, while holding his invitation, Petrov was welcomed into the hall. The banquet to celebrate the birthday of the 3rd young lady of the Elk family, Aurelia had just begun. Only people with a prestigious or aristocratic background in Longsong Stronghold were allowed to attend the banquet. As for the Count himself, the birthday banquet was also very important. A woolen carpet was spread throughout the whole hall and all the chamberlains wore a custom-made uniform so that they would easily be recognized. After all, it was Aurelia¡¯s sixteens birthday, which means that she reached the marriageable age. String music sounded throughout the hall, and attendants were walking in the crowd and handing out glasses of wine. The steaming food was placed on circular tables which were spread within the hall. Aurelia, the protagonist of the birthday banquet was wearing a canary dress and stood in a corner of the hall surrounded by a group of friends, seeming to be having a very lively chat with them. This was a new popular trend to celebrate, directly coming from the King¡¯s city. Previously the banquets were held like this: Usually, there was a long wooden table placed in the hall and all the guests were sitting at the table, waiting for the chef to serve the meal. Then huge bowls with pork and whole chickens was served with butter and bread. In addition, there was also double-sided fried eggs served together with a large pot of lettuce leaves. But some years ago the king came up with a new way to celebrate and today this was now a mimic of the new style but only in form. For example, the glasses given out were all made of different colors, instead of the normally transparent glasses. Within them, the wine was unable to bring out its mellow color. The circular tables are also covered with white tablecloths, rather than the greasy tablecloths they had used. As for the cooked food, the Elk family was still serving the old western style ¨C very greasy and coarse. Seeing this, Petrov shook his head, the cook could at least have cut the meat into several small pieces. As usual, Petrov had already filled his stomach at home in advance, since he didn¡¯t want to cut the big pieces of meat like a surgeon. He was invited to this birthday party as the representative of his family, so he had to eat at least a mouthful of this oily food, even if it was only to save face. After all, Petrov didn¡¯t want to become a joke for the ladies. ¡°Long time no seen, man,¡± Suddenly his neck was hooked by someone from behind, ¡°I heard you¡¯ve been appointed as the Duke¡¯s messenger? How was the harvest of ore in Border Town. Were you able to steal a lot from them? Hearing this familiar voice, Petrov immediately knew that it was Rene, the second son of the Elk Family, who was bent on becoming a knight, even though there wasn¡¯t any territory for him to manage, such an idiot. As a friend Rene would count as ¡°not bad,¡± but Petrov still didn¡¯t want to speak about what he had encountered in Border Town. So he changed the topic, ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you be in the camp at the Cold Wind Mountain Range at this moment? I thought you were sitting in a tavern and trembling.¡± ¡°Damn,¡± Rene pushed Petrov away, ¡°it seems your mouth is unable to speak a single word of praise. This time, I wasn¡¯t even able to enter the New Holy City. The day before the departure for the border guard, I got infected with a cold and had to lie for a whole week in bed. ¡°Good, you seem to have improved compared to the last time, but skipping the journey saved the guards a lot of inconvenience.¡± ¡°This time you¡¯re wrong,¡± Rene said suddenly, while a mysterious smile spread over his face. ¡°If I hadn¡¯t been lying in bed for a week because of the cold, I¡¯d now be lying on the icy walls of the New Holy City forever.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Petrov raised his eyebrows in confusion. ¡°Listen, I have something to tell you,¡± Rene the second son of the Elk family came close to Petrov¡¯s ear and whispered, ¡°The New Holy City almost fell, the demonic beasts were even able to rush into the inner city, if not for the church¡¯s timing to release their strongest warriors, they would have been unable to hold the city. But during the fight, the armies of the four kingdoms had suffered heavy losses, only a few soldiers of the Cold Wind Mountain Range were able to come back alive. In just a month, there are many wives who had become widows, without any savings¡­¡± He winked his eyes, then stretched out two fingers, ¡°and now they will get two silver royals as compensation. Hey, don¡¯t use that look on me, I can¡¯t do anything about it.¡± ¡°Are you sure this news is true? What happen to the border guards?¡± ¡°Of course, I¡¯ve seen it with my own eyes, when the Lord received the news he fell ill.¡± Rene shrugged, ¡°As for the guards¡­ What else could they do, instead of slowly recruiting new guards. Now the North is desperately in need of experienced soldiers, if not for my call to come home, I would be commanding a cavalry squad right now.¡± That isn¡¯t the important point, Petrov thought to himself, the border guards from the Cold Wind Mountain Range was also the primary defense against the Church¡¯s Army of Judges, now the generals and soldiers of the four kingdom are buried at the Hermes, if that doesn¡¯t taste a little bit of a conspiracy, then I don¡¯t know what does. If they plotted to attack us, the North of the Kingdom of Graycastle which is now like a nearly stripped-bare woman, ¡°How many soldiers are lost in the Army of Judges?¡± ¡°They didn¡¯t fare much better than the other four armies, think about it, they always rush to the front like fanatics. On the other hand, if the Army of Judges didn¡¯t attack, the soldiers of the other four kingdoms certainly wouldn¡¯t have moved,¡± Rene said in disdain. ¡°Knights shouldn¡¯t be like this, always speaking about honor, but when they have to confront demonic beasts, shrinking back like little girls.¡± ¡°You mean knights like the one in front of me now?¡± Perot smiled, perhaps I¡¯m just thinking too much into this. Even if the Church wants to start a war against the North, it will have nothing to do with us here in Longsong Stronghold. Should the new king get headaches from thinking about this. ¡°Unfortunately, until now, no one has accepted my allegiance, or, perhaps they just don¡¯t have the qualification to take me in,¡± Rene paused, looked towards the door, ¡°The people of the Wolf Family have come, I¡¯m just going to greet them, and then I¡¯ll come back.¡± ¡°Go, but don¡¯t come back.¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right,¡± Rene retorted as he looked back. ¡°Have you noticed the handkerchief in the invitation?¡± ¡°Were you the one that put it in?¡± Petrov asked. ¡°Oh, if it was me, I¡¯d only have given you some two day¡¯s old socks,¡± Rene shook his finger, ¡°That, was my youngers sister¡¯s personal decision. Although the age gap is rather big, but as long as you have the intention; I can only say that you shouldn¡¯t wait my friend. After all, you¡¯re already twenty-two years old by now.¡± Petrov gave him a dirty look, but Rene just whistled innocently, then turned around and laughingly went away. After taking a glass of wine from an attendant, Petrov strolled by himself to the corner, while quietly looking through the lively hall. He noticed that Aurelia was still busy talking lively with her friends. But at the very same time as himself, she also took a secret look at himself, so that for a short moment, their eyes met. But immediately afterwards Petrov saw that Aurelia quickly changed her line of sight and on her cheeks emerged a touch of red of embarrassment. Petrov in return just smiled kindly. In his view, the other was just a little girl. All of a sudden, the sounds of a fierce discussion came from the other side of the hall, attracting the eyes of all the people present. ¡°What! He dared to say that?¡± ¡°Yes. Cornelius, that coward, unexpectedly didn¡¯t even dare to let out a fart, he just came back with his tail between his legs,¡± said the man with the loudest voice, ¡°Shaming the whole of Longsong Stronghold!¡± Petrov knew the man, if he remembered correctly he was called Simon Elliott, a member of the Wolf Branch Family, who was also married to a very pretty woman. Petrov had seen the woman once, she really was charming. ¡°It seems as if you have a way to solve the problem.¡± Someone teased. ¡°I may not be able to do it alone, but if you can get the Duke to notice of this ridiculous affair, I don¡¯t believe Roland Wimbledon would still dare to act so rampant any longer!¡± Hearing the familiar name, Petrov was startled and started to follow the conversation, fully interested. Chapter 103 Chapter 103 The Honeysuckle and the Elk Families (Part 2) ¡°What happened?¡± Petrov went through the crowed and asked. ¡°Sir Hull, they were talking about the Lord of Border Town,¡± answered someone that had seen the Honeysuckle crest on his chest. ¡±He has confiscated all the belongings of our people from Longsong Stronghold!¡± ¡°You can call me Petrov. Tell me about the situation,¡± Petrov ordered. ¡°Let me explain it to you, Mr. Petrov,¡± Simon said while pressing through the crowd, revealing a pleasing smile. ¡°This is how it is. We serve the Duke with our lives, so I lived in the Border Town where I was responsible for managing the mines. Every Winter we will take the town¡¯s residents back with us to the Longsong Stronghold, where we are able to protect them from the demon beasts attack. But this year, after the end of the Months of the Demons, when one of my colleagues, Cornelius Fletcher came back to Border Town, the lord told him that his house has been demolished by the town¡¯s people and that he wouldn¡¯t receive any compensation for it!¡± ¡± ¡®If you don¡¯t admit that the house didn¡¯t belong to you I will put you in prison for desertion, where you will wait for the day of your hanging,¡¯ ¡± he said, exactly copying the 4th Prince¡¯s words, ¡°Sir you have to understand, what he called defection, is the procedure we have used for over a hundred years.¡± Petrov couldn¡¯t stop himself from imaging the young man¡¯s appearance in his mind. Although to the outside world the Prince was extremely unbearable, but compared with his personal experience of their two meetings, Roland Wimbledon was no pushover. Also, his method of handling the crime of defection hit the nail on the head, however, the other side didn¡¯t try to think the matter through and was only looking for a reason ¨C but the Prince never thought to convince the group of people with reason. He has already broken away from Longsong Stronghold long ago, Petrov thought. Or, when he thought about it further, how can it be that the Prince never knew that the nobility would seek refuge in Longsong Stronghold? Obviously, that isn¡¯t possible. He clearly knew, yet he still forced a criminal charge upon them, forcing the other side to make a choice. But in the end, he still let the other party come back to Longsong Stronghold to report such a barbaric act, in the end, what is it that the Prince wants to achive? ¡°But he is still the Lord of Border Town,¡± said the man who Simon previous laughed at, ¡°As the Lord, he has the power to dictate the rules within his own land.¡± ¡°Border Town still belongs under the jurisdiction of the Western territory!¡± Simon retorted unhappy with a cold voice, ¡°Do you question the authority of Duke Ryan? As the Duke, it¡¯s his job to supervise the mine, and he appointed the nobles to do it in his name. But now Roland had taken all the houses of the nobility for himself, which is openly pitting himself against the six Families, Duke Ryan will never stand by and only look as he does as he pleases.¡± ¡°You¡¯re speaking about the man who hanged Dimitry Hill?¡± Petrov didn¡¯t know when Rene came over, ¡°My father has been furious.¡± ¡°Young Lord,¡± Simon said greeting him with a salute, ¡°It is exactly that man, and now he is behaving even more wildly. I¡¯m afraid that only Duke Ryan can stop the Prince, and I hope that you will convey this issue to the Duke.¡° ¡°Don¡¯t worry, even with or without this matter, Duke Ryan is already prepared to play his cards.¡± Rene seemed not the least bit concerned about the future, ¡°It is for exactly this matter that I¡¯ve come back, it is just that at this moment my eldest brother is still in the King¡¯s City setting his name under a trade contract, so at the moment only I can lead the Elk Family.¡± ¡°Really? That¡¯s great,¡± Simon said happily. Petrov frowned, he himself knew that since the moment he came to deliver the trade offer and the Prince chose to stay for the Winter in Border Town, that such a day would come sooner or later. But he had never expected that his own friend would be fighting in this battle. Despite all the onlooking eyes, he pulled Rene directly to his side, trying to discourage him: ¡°You shouldn¡¯t go to battle, that is a Prince you¡¯re fighting.¡± ¡°I know he is a prince, the Prince of the Mountain,¡± Rene patted on Petrov¡¯s shoulders, ¡°Rest assured, Duke Ryan will not hurt the Prince, maybe just as in the past he will surrender when he meets resistance. Even if he wants to resist, as long as we launch an attack on our horses, those farmers and miners will scatter. The 4th Prince has never brandished a sword or spear, I think he won¡¯t even manage to cut a hair.¡± No, I was worried that you would be hurt by him¡­ But he was unable to say it, he knew that the others would never believe him, because even for himself it was still difficult to believe. The Prince can only rely on farmers and miners, while the Duke can rely on knights. I do not know why, but my heart becomes uneasy when I think about it. ¡°Master Petrov, your father called for you, he has something to discuss with you.¡± A white-haired steward suddenly rushed to the side of Petrov and talked into his ear. ¡°I¡¯ve got it,¡± Petrov nodded, and after an early goodbye to Rene, he took a coach back to the House of Honeysuckle with his housekeeper. ¡°Father,¡± he entered the study and saw his father Shalafi Hull writing something by the table. When he heard Paul¡¯s voice, the count did not pause his writing, ¡°You have to sum up the number of people and their income within our domain and deliver your summary to me, I will then arrange the soldiers for the spring expedition. Duke Ryan has already sent out his call for weapons, When the snow melts, we and the other five families have to provide him with knights and mercenary, which will then march against Border Town.¡± ¡°How much do we have to provide?¡± The count put the pen down and raised his head, ¡°What happened? Until now you have never concerned yourself with this kind of problem.¡± He reached to the side of the table and opened a letter, ¡°We have to send at least twenty-five knights, together with their corresponding squires and horses. Also for the mercenaries, they must be fully equipped, and lastly we have to send 100 free people or serfs, who have to be equipped with simple weapons. Petrov summed up the troops within his head if I add all the soldiers provided by the five families we will provide more than 1000 soldiers. Together with the Duke¡¯s own troops, it will add up to a force able to sweep away any power in the western territory. Even if the Longsong Stronghold didn¡¯t send their defending troops, this force isn¡¯t something that Border Town can resist. After all Border Town only has two thousand inhabitants. ¡°Father, can you please stay away from the battlefield?¡± Petrov asked hesitantly. ¡°What do you want to say son?¡± the Count asked strangely. ¡°I¡¯m worried about your safety.¡± ¡°His Royal Highness only has a few knights and less than 50 guards. Our numbers are more than ten times greater than his!¡± Theoretically, this was the case, but his father had never seen the Prince before, but Petrov did. ¡°But¡­ Father, everybody said, that the wall made up out of mud paste will soon collapse, but the Prince presided over the construction and it still stands. They also said, that Border Town using only miners and farmers as soldiers, cannot stop the demonic beasts. His Royal Highness has not only done this, he was even able to defend his town until the end of the Demons of the Months, and during the whole months, no one fled from Border Town. ¡°The more he said the more disturbed his heart became,¡± Now, once more, everyone thinks that Duke Ryan will defeat Roland Wimbledon, running over the Prince as easily as running over an ant. Father, are you certain that it will be as easy as you think?¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough!¡± Shalafi slammed his fist onto the table. He shook his head and stood up, then he went to the wall ¨C the wall on which the portraits of their ancestor hung. ¡°You always liked more to be a businessman and buy and sell goods than riding a horse and going to war, this is fine for me. But being a merchant is not equal to being a coward. Those merchants who cross the ocean were threatened with death every day,¡± he shouted, pointing at the wall. ¡°Look at the portraits, your grandfather, your grandfather¡¯s grandfather, they all leaned on their longbow or their sword and defended themselves against demon beasts, bandits and brigands. You disappoint me, being so afraid of fighting! ¡± No, Father. Petrov bowed his head, no longer motivated to argue, but within his heart he thought, you are talking about grandfather and grandfather¡¯s father but if you took a closer look at those powerful faces, and then take a look at your loose belt and your overflowing double chin. Father, do you really believe you are able to use the bow? Chapter 104 Chapter 104 Planning and Entertainment On a sunny afternoon, it was finally time for Roland to fulfill his promises. He conferred the title of Viscount to Sir Payne. In addition to the title he also received a territory to the south of the Shishui River and the right to set up a small village on the other side of the river. Currently, this new territory was still covered by jungle, but Roland had already planned to develop the land. In order to make him give up the autonomy of his newly acquired territory, Roland promised Sir Payne that he would give priority in opening up the territory as soon as possible. Furthermore, on the open ground Roland would also establish several different kinds of industries, that would generate shares to be given to Sir Payne and his descendants. Roland of course, used his technical abilities as the reason to describe why it was needed for him to supervise the industries. He also explained to him that it was a pretty good possibility to receive money without having to do anything. Sir Payne readily agreed to this offer ¨C after all, he didn¡¯t like this kind of work, in his view, there was nothing more interesting than riding a horse into battle. But after he had his daughter, he instead put his focus into hunting. The industries in his old territory had already long since been ruined, so he simply asked Roland to help him sell his land which was located east of Longsong Stronghold, after all his family had already completely moved and started to live in Border Town. Roland naturally agreed to his request. Another person he conferred a title to was Brian, who was awarded with a knighthood. Afterward Brian had to choose if he wanted to get his own territory or still wanted to serve in the army. If he chose the land, then he could no longer serve in Border Town¡¯s first Army. If he decided to join the army, he had to, just like the others receive his land due to the achievement of his military merits. Without any hesitation, Brian chose the latter option. As a result, Roland could finally start with planning the general layout of his territory. With the Shishui River as one boundary, and the Impassable Mountain Range as the other. The living area had a length of three kilometers and a width of seven to eight kilometers. After the construction of the residential areas, it could also later be used as a prize, which could be given as an additional reward to promoted officers. The other side of the Shishui River will become the future industrial areas and agricultural areas. The land could be extended to the south, but the only problem was that it was still covered by forest. In addition, its topography sloped higher and lower in the further distances. To meet the needs of the population, Roland must begin to reclaim the land. The border area to the west of the garrison and the forest where the demonic beasts hid themselves were also important areas to open up. The forest has a wide range of treasures, such as wood, edible fungi, wild animals, herbs and more. In addition to using wood for construction and in industry, it could also be used as a fuel source. The vast area covered by the forest was staggering. Roland had already sent Lighting to explore it, but even flying more than thirty kilometers she still hadn¡¯t been able to see its end, that meant that if all of the wood in the forest was to be used for building a fire, it would burn for a very long time. The last area was the territory between the Hiding Forest and the Impassable Mountain Range ¨C it was a no man¡¯s land , a restricted area, in other words, a barbarian wasteland. He could only speculate how big the area between the Impassable Mountain Range and the border of the forest was. Both borders were extremely vast, it had to be much bigger than the territory of the Kingdom of Graycastle. In the face of such an extremely large and ownerless land, Roland¡¯s heart began to itch. But he also knew that for the moment he was temporarily unable to bother himself with this piece of land. At present, the most important thing for Border Town was to increase its population. Back in his office at the castle, he called for the artist Soraya. ¡°How was your work, are you still helping out in the Town Hall?¡± ¡°I have never painted so many paintings in one day,¡± she seemed to be in a much better condition than the last time he had seen her, ¡°today I have already finished the basic pictures, but only painting pictures of their heads while looking through a window, feels a little strange.¡± ¡°They would easily become scared when they see your magic pen¡±, the prince smiled,¡± they know that there are witches in Border Town, but if you get in close contact with them, it could easily cause accidents, so we just took some simple hidden measures, not letting them know that you are a witch. Later their opinion will slowly start to change.¡± Soraya¡¯s photographic ability helped to bring Roland¡¯s citizenship registration program to a new level. For this plan, he had emptied a room in the Town Hall and then used the room to store the information about the town¡¯s citizens. It was similar to a population register, on each piece of paper were written their names, ages, addresses, blood relatives and so on. This information was all the statistics he had gathered during the winter, and now the records were expanded with new content. The biggest change to all of their personal accounts was that he added to each of them a ¡°color photo.¡± According to Roland¡¯s request, the Town Hall had set up a small room large enough for one person that was enterable without being seen, it had only a small window through which Soraya could see the face of the person she should paint. So when she painted the portrait of her subject, the other person couldn¡¯t see her using her magic pen. As to how it was possible for him to let the town¡¯s residents come over and give their personal information so freely, Roland¡¯s method was very simple, whoever came over and gave their information, got 10 copper royals ¨C he ordered the Town Hall to allocate the money. ¡°Today I called you here to draw something else.¡± Roland took out some cutout papers and gave them to Soraya. The latter noted that the sizes of those pieces of papers were exactly the same, with a size of half a palm, and in a rectangular format. ¡°What do you want me to paint?¡± ¡°Some props for entertainment,¡± Roland said. He had this idea within his mind for a long time already, every day the witches had nothing to do besides practicing their magic, this life had to be a bit boring. The same could be said for the Prince, especially when he had to wait for the moment the snow finally melted, until then he was stuck within the castle. Therefore, he came up with the idea of reinventing some games from his old word and finding a way for the witches to relax. The simplest possibility was to create a card game. But the soft ordinary paper he had wasn¡¯t suitable for card games, shuffling was also a hassle. However, with Soraya, he could finally make some more advanced things. ¡°Entertainment?¡± She crouched her head, wondering what kind of entertainment she was painting on a square piece of paper, ¡°Okay, you have the final say.¡± ¡°First, on this piece of paper, you have to draw a soldier with a heavy crossbow.¡± ¡°Imagine?¡± ¡°Yes, the armor, the body shape, age, and the surroundings, everything up to you to freely imagine, as long as it has a heavy crossbow.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ I will try it,¡± Soraya closed her eyes, meditation for a while, then she summoned her pen into her hand and soon a bright light streamed from her hands onto the paper. Soon, a middle-aged man looking just like a crossbow soldier appeared on the paper. ¡°Very well,¡± Roland praised, ¡°Let me think about what the next painting should be, ah¡­ in the upper left corner of the paper and the middle position, draw a small circle at each of these positions,¡± he recalled the card in his head ¡°The first circle is white in the center with a golden coating, and the second one has an orange color together with a golden coating,¡± he said. When the circles were finished, Roland let her add a number to the first circle, ¡°and to the second circle you will add a bow and an arrow mark into the circle.¡± The beauty of Soraya¡¯s ability lied in her ability to ignore the material she had to paint on, it didn¡¯t matter to her if it was a blank sheet of paper or an already painted piece. The second design can perfectly cover the former painting, like a layered mask. Thus, a delicate ¡°crossbow card¡± appeared in front of Roland. ¡°Is this what you wanted?¡± She asked. ¡°This is just the card of one unit, there are still many similar cards waiting to be painted by you. By the end, you will get a deck and then I¡¯ll teach you how to play.¡± When looking at Soraya who was painting with her eyes closed, Roland felt a kind of hunch from his heart. Perhaps soon a dialog like this would be heard within the castle ¨C ¡°Do you have anything important to do? If not, let us first play a round of ¡®Gwent¡¯!¡± TN: Thanks to the help of ¡°busnuss¡± and ¡°lordVortex¡± are here some more information about Gwent Chapter 105 Chapter 105 Army Marching Song Echo was sitting on the highest point of the castle ¨C on the roof of the watchtower, from where she was able to overlook the whole town. She was only able to reach the top thanks to Lightning taking her up on a piggyback ride, now she had to stay here until sunset, only then would the little girl come back and take her back down. At the moment, Lightning should have already been on her way to the Longsong Stronghold. The weather was very good today, the sun was shining brightly, and the river in the distance looked under the sunlight like it was made of satin, slowly flowing westwards and dividing the green leaves on the one side and the snowy landscape on the other side into two sides. Lying comfortably in the sun, she felt as if her whole body was embraced warmly by the sun. It was completely unlike her previous time in the extreme south, where the scorching sunlight was so aggressive that it easily hurt her skin. Even the wind isn¡¯t the same, she thought, during my life I¡¯ve already felt six different kinds of wind. The slightly salty sea breeze in Port of Clearwater, while in King City I felt the wind of the hot and damp monsoons, during my travel through the Impassable Mountain Range we were constantly accompanied by the freezing cold North Wind. And now, here in Border Town, the light breeze has an earthly aroma to it. No matter what, the wind here is pure and independent. In the Ironsand City, it was either so hot that there was no wind, or we would have an overwhelming storm. Then the wind became visible and the storming air mixes with the stones and gravel, from afar it looked like a giant black monster. Every time the wind came up, I had to hide inside a house or any place else which wasn¡¯t in the open. There was nothing that was able to stop the wind. Echo still wanted to throw up. And taking her revenge when she thought about her past, it was nearly four years ago that she left Ironsand City. Her Osha clan, unfortunately, was defeated during a fight for power, her father killed by their enemy even after he surrendered. Echo who witnessed all this, wanted to rush to the enemy and take him down by herself, but at that moment she had been caught off-guard from behind. She didn¡¯t know how many member of her clan were still alive after these four years. Before she was sold as a slave to the Port of Clearwater, she heard that her Osha clan had violated the agreements of the sacred duel, and were now spurned by the Three Gods. Who then exiled them to the Endless Cape, never being allowed to return to Ironsand City. But Echo knew that it was all a conspiracy by the Tibia clan, they had smeared black oil on their whip and as long as this oil was ignited, even water was unable to put it out. It was this trick which caught her brother ¨C the clan¡¯s strongest warrior ¨C off-guard in the duel, so that he was burned alive, leading to the chaos in their team¡¯s formation. In the Endless Cape the only thing beside the hot sand were the ever-burning fires of Mother Earth, who was even more maniac than her brother the Emperor of the Sea. Soon the people of her clan would have turned into bones; but in the end, her fate as a slave was even more miserable. When Echo awakened to her power ¨C she knew that she had become a witch. Naturally, she thought about revenge, but in the end her ability was useless, she was only able to release sound. No matter how much she begged the gods, they never heard her prayers. Six months later when she was living in the Port of Clearwater, she came to an understanding, the thought that they were loved by the three Gods was in truth only their self-deception. Under the jurisdiction of the Church, the witches were all hunted inside the four Kingdoms. From that day on, Echo completely gave up on her hope for revenge. At this moment, suddenly a billow of smoke rose from the distance. She looked to the East Bank of Shishui River and she saw several lights of green flames flash through the trees. The black smoke of the burning trees mixed together with the vapor of the melting snow forming a gray plume in the sky. It was Anna¡¯s green flame. When they arrived for the first time in Border Town, Wendy had briefed the sisters about Anna and Nana. When Echo heard about Anna¡¯s ability she was very envious. Anna was able to freely manipulate flames, it could even reach the temperature hot enough to melt swords¡­ If she had such a powerful ability when she had lived in Ironsand City, the people of the Tibia Clan would never have been able to hurt them. Echo shook her head, thoughts like these were totally unnecessary, most probably her people had already turned into bones. Since she was still alive she could count herself as lucky. Since His Royal Highness was willing to accept her, she should complete the orders given by His Royal Highness. She cleared her throat and began to hum the song according to the Prince¡¯s demands. It was a cheerful ditty, the Prince had only hummed the melody once, but she completely remembered the whole ditty. Music was nothing new to Echo, as a superior slave she was taught many things. Seductive dances and flirtatious crooning were skills she¡¯d had to master. But the music given by His Highness was completely differently¡­ it was full of rhythm, full of powerful energy. Especially when he asked her to simulate the sound of a flute, every note was like a pulsing beat, people hearing this couldn¡¯t help themselves from wanting to dance. The difficulty lied in playing several instruments at the same time, later there were also drums and string-instruments that were added. So she had to simulate three different kinds of sounds at the same time, which overlapped each other. Something like this was something that she had never done before. Previously she would have never believed that music could also be played in this way! In the beginning, it was hard for her to make sure that the drums didn¡¯t disrupt the rhythm of the flutes, so Roland gave her the tip to play the beat with her hands or feet, and only later gradually start to fuse the two sounds together. After a few days of practice, Echo had gradually mastered this kind of music. After playing it for several times she was self-assured enough to finally add the in the string-instruments. When Echo played the new melody for the first time, she had to change the notes again a little ¨Cif the sound of the cheerful flute were the torso, the heated drums were the bones, and the last seemingly embellished strings were the soul. She increased the beat, over and over again, until the three instruments were finally fully integrated, the sound was getting higher and higher until she couldn¡¯t stop herself from starting to sing ¨C * ¡°My attack power is higher than yours, so it¡¯s my win.¡± Roland put his last card on the table, and Soraya who set across of him covered her face and said with a low voice. ¡°One more round,¡± then she thought for a moment, and shuffled through the cards. ¡°Let me pick your ten cards this time.¡± ¡°Well,¡± coughed the Prince, ¡°It¡¯s already late, I have still several things to do, you should go to the other.¡± After laying down a groundwork of different cards, the next part was to copy the already invented cards. With the template in front of her, Soraya¡¯s speed of drawing was comparable to a printer. Soon, Roland got several copies of the same units. So naturally Soraya became his first opponent. After explaining the rules to her, the first card war was started. During the games, he quickly learned that the thinking process of the witches was completely differently from ordinary people. Soraya quickly figured out the right way to use the skills. After playing for several rounds, Roland was still able to win, but this was only due using several special cards. When Soraya asked him to create her own special cards, he shamefully rejected. ¡°All right,¡± Soraya said, then she took the cards into her arms and ran into the direction of the door. At this moment, a cheerful melody came through the open windows. Hearing this Soraya paused, turned around and ran to the window, taking a probing look outside, ¡°Is that Echo?¡± ¡°Well, it looks like she has completely mastered it.¡± Roland leaned back in his chair and admired the familiar music. Border Town¡¯s first Army would soon enter the first stage of comprehensive maneuvering. Compared with the training for shooting while standing on the wall, the comprehensive maneuvering would be carried out in the wild. At the same time that they moved through the wild, they had to hold their formation ¨C always forming a shooting line. In order to make the soldiers march with the same pace, he had to rely on drums and slogans. But now with Echo, he could simulate several instruments at the same time. Now they had only had to simply to learn English, then they could implement several famous marching sounds. Compared to the simple drums, the marching song would not only control the marching speed, it would also effectively boost morale. Of course, the most famous marching song was the ¡°The British Grenadiers¡±, but Roland only knew its name, but he didn¡¯t know the full tune. But this didn¡¯t pose a problem for him, as long as he had the tune to ¡°The British Grenadiers¡±, he could always rearrange its lines later. During the ¡°War of Resistance¡±, the sound could be heard through the whole nation, north and south of the Yangtze River. And nearly everyone was familiar with its melody, after all, it was the famous ¡°Guerrillas¡¯ Song.¡± When Soraya turned her head in the direction of the Prince, she heard the Prince following the song, gently singing. He sang in a language she had never heard before, but still, the melody and the lyric fitted together perfectly. ¡°We are all sharpshooters,¡± ¡°Each bullet takes out an enemy.¡± ¡°We are all soldiers with wings,¡± ¡°Unafraid of tall mountains and deep waters.¡± ¡°In the dense forests,¡± ¡°Our comrades set their camps.¡± ¡°On the tall mountains,¡± ¡°Our countless brothers are there.¡± ¡°¡­¡± TN: Information to the Guerrillas¡¯ Song Chapter 106 Chapter 106 It¡¯s not the same for him When Scroll knocked on the door, she quickly heard an answer from the other side, ¡°Please enter.¡± Hearing this she pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Within the room she saw Anna sitting at her table in front of the window, busy reading a thick book. The sunlight was flooding the room through the window, stretching the woman¡¯s silhouette until it was unusually long. Within the sun her soft cheeks and neck were dazzlingly white, and her shoulder-covering flaxen hair seemed to be made of white gold. After nearly a week of living together, Scroll had a basically understanding of Anna¡¯s temperament. For example, if she had something to say she would speak bluntly and never equivocate. She was calm and quiet, especially studious¡­ In short, it was difficult to find any other civilian born person like Anna who was totally at peace with herself. ¡°How is it that you aren¡¯t playing that¡­ card game?¡± Scroll took a chair and placed it next to Anna. During the last two days, whenever her sisters had finished their daily practice, they would immediately rush back to the castle, crowding Soraya¡¯s room playing the so-called Gwent card game and competing against each other to collects more cards. It seemed like they would never get tired of this. She even saw that Anna and Nana played this game every day after they learned the rules. There were only rare occasion where they didn¡¯t play. Unlike the previous days, she would often see the young girl with the healing powers coming to the castle to play. ¡°I just wanted to read some books,¡± Anna turned to the next page, ¡°Since I don¡¯t have your ability, I have to spend more time to read the books.¡± Anna almost read everything, from historical biographies to long poems, including every book she saw on the streets even if it was only a variety of folk tales, as long as they were collected into a book, she would read them with relish. Scroll touched her head sympathetically, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Remind me that I wanted to give you a new book to read.¡± It was only because of her, that the fate of us survivors of the Witch Cooperation Association had so greatly changed, Scroll thought. If it wasn¡¯t for her, Nightingale would never have left halfway for the direction of Border Town. So we would never have met the 4th Prince of Kingdom of Graycastle, and so would never have come to know the method to staying healthy. In a sense, she was the savior to all witches. Which was also the reason why Scroll had from the beginning felt only goodwill for Anna, while the latter also quickly accepted the other witch who had so much knowledge and experience. But it was also clear that Anna greatly envied Scroll for her ability, which in return to Scroll was a little ridiculous. In the Witch Cooperation Association, the sisters never showed any envy for another witches¡¯ abilities. It was even more ridiculous since Anna had the largest magic capacity Nightingale had ever seen a witch possessed before, furthermore the ability of her green flame was also one of the strongest. ¡°Your hair has become a little long,¡± Anna¡¯s curly bangs were nearly covering her eyes, ¡°Is there no one who can help you cut them?¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°No, I¡¯m all on my own.¡± Suddenly Scroll became totally motivated, ¡°Your tangled hair isn¡¯t good-looking, let me cut it for you.¡± ¡°You¡¯d do this for me?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve cut the hair of most of the sisters during our time in the camp,¡± Scroll answered happily. ¡°Wait a minute, I¡¯ll go get the tools.¡± She soon came back while holding a cloth bag. When she spread the bag¡¯s content out, Anna saw several white pieces of clothes and a bronze scissor. The scissor was V-shaped, and at both it ends it had many scratches, already losing its gloss and clearly showing that it was well used. Before Scroll had joined the Witch Cooperation Association, the scissors were used to help her cut the hairs of her customers in the Sea Wind Region. All the copper royals she didn¡¯t need to buy bread were handed over to an old captain with a broken leg. This captain was the one who¡¯d taught her to read and write until he died of old age. Scrolls skillfully put one of the white clothes on Anna¡¯s neck, and started cutting her hair. ¡°I had some questions I wanted to ask you,¡± Anna announced. ¡°What do you want to know?¡± Under her skillful fingers the scissor flew through Anna¡¯s hair, always releasing a crisp Kaka sound. Soon the first cluster of finger length hair was cut and fell to the ground. ¡°Many of the stories described in the books I¡¯d gotten from you yesterday, almost always have the same ending. Will the Prince always take a princess as his bride?¡± Hearing this question Scroll¡¯s hand paused for a moment, the stories in the book were not stories of a real people, instead it was a collection of stories she had heard within her ten years in the Sea Breeze Region. They were stories told to her by the sailors. But Scroll had specifically put this kind of stories together, and every story where the Prince wouldn¡¯t marry the Princess didn¡¯t have a happy ending. These kinds of stories were put together in one book and which she then gave to Anna to read. Always knowing that after reading Anna would ask her exactly this question, but now that she really had to answer the question, she hesitated. ¡°Most of the time this is the case, of course, some princes will also marry the daughter of a Grand Duke or a Duke, for example, Graycastle¡¯s King Wimbledon III, his wife was the daughter of the Duke of Silvercity.¡± Answering the question like this, Scroll suddenly felt very sad. Wendy and Scroll herself had already talked about Nightingale¡¯s situation but compared to the mature and calm Shadow Killer, she was more worried about the possibility that the Prince and Anna would develop deeper feeling and become closer. Anna was a woman who was very important to His Royal Highness, and everyone could clearly see this. When Anna and Roland were in the same room, his eyes would always fall on her. Anna¡¯s life was several times busier than that of any other sisters. Even more important than that was that even Nightingale had to share her room with Wendy, but His Royal Highness didn¡¯t change Anna¡¯s room into a double, making her the only one was allowed to have a room all to herself. The reason for this was that when Nana came over to sleep in the castle she could share the room with Anna ¨C he seemed to not realize that he was the owner of this place and that there was no reason that he had to explain himself. And for Anna it was the same case, when she was together with the other witches she was a person of few words, she was even for most of the time just a quiet listener. But when Roland was by her side she would immediately become active. If there was anything which was able to let her forget about her books, Scroll thought that only the Prince was able to achieve this. Unfortunately, Roland was the 4th son of the former King of Graycastle, the future King who will support the witches, and Anna was only a witch. Since Roland was a Prince, Scroll was unable to order him, so she had no other choice than to influence Anna in the direction she thought would be correct. She didn¡¯t want those two to be estranged from each other, but she also didn¡¯t want to see it ending in the only possible result, a tragedy. ¡°Why?¡± asked Anna shaking her head, as if to try to get the memories of her destroyed dreams out of her head. ¡°Does he have to do this, even though he doesn¡¯t like the princess or any other woman of the nobility?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Scroll hadn¡¯t thought that she would continue questioning, ¡°Even then he had still has to marry them.¡± Because the Prince would most likely become the new king and the king¡¯s marriage can¡¯t be his own personal decision. She tried to recall some of the knowledge from the books that would help her, ¡°In order to stabilize the powers within his own country. In order to appease the neighboring countries. In order to achieve a good deal, these are all important reason for marrying a princess. But the most important matter is that the King has to have heirs.¡± Hearing all this, Anna did not ask any further, which in return made Scroll a little relieved. This kind of thing was something only slowly achieved, not something she could force. But she believed that one day Anna would understand her thoughts. When the trimming came to its end, Scroll scratched the fringes on Anna¡¯s shoulder away, ¡°Now, you¡¯re looking great.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± said Anna and bowed thankfully. ¡°Well, for today¡¯s book¡­¡± Scroll thought for a moment, then she decided to tell her about the Wolfsheart Kingdom¡¯s history, trying to reinforce the impression she had installed today, ¡°her own selection of the royal family biography.¡± When Scroll was finally ready to leave, Anna suddenly began to speak, still holding the book of illusion within her hands, ¡°I think Roland isn¡¯t one of those Princes from your stories.¡± Her voice was very steady and powerful, nothing as if she was only speaking to convince herself, ¡°He will do whatever he wants to do. His decision won¡¯t be influenced by anything else.¡± ¡°¡­¡± For a long time Scroll was startled, and in the end, she could only merely ask, ¡°Why?¡± ¡°If he were one of those princes, he would never have saved me.¡± Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Asking for his intention After dinner Roland returned to his office to continue to copy down all the primary mathematical knowledge from his mind onto paper. He wasn¡¯t gifted with an extraordinarily retentive memory, and also not to forget that his memory would decline over time. Because of his former job, he had often used mathematical and physical knowledge to get the job done. But his knowledge about other subjects such as History, Geography, Biology, Chemistry and the other classes, had in the years degraded back to entry level. Therefore, even if it was a little early, he still wanted to write down all of his knowledge, so that other people could at least learn from it. Each time when he filled up a piece of paper, he gave the letter to Scroll, letting her read it. As long as she saw the content, it was equivalent to permanently preserving his work. Unfortunately, Scroll¡¯s ability was only being able to remember everything, even with all the content it didn¡¯t mean she was able to self-teach herself high school mathematics knowledge. So whenever Roland had time, he would explain to her the knowledge she had previously read. Of course, with regards to lecturing others, Roland liked it very much and thought that it was an interesting job. Especially when he at first saw the confused look on Scroll¡¯s face, then when her expression would turn into one of concentration only to suddenly turn into a look filled with realization. Whenever he saw this look he would feel a sense of accomplishment. However, Roland clearly knew that it also had to do with the target of his lessons. Although Scroll was already nearing the age of forty, but the aging of her face had been greatly slowed by her magic. The skin on her cheeks was still tight and had a healthy touch of red, her hair was tied behind her head, giving her a mature and capable look. The tiny crow¡¯s feet in the corner of her eyes didn¡¯t damage her overall aesthetic appearance, instead, it brought out the impression of someone with a stable temperament. If she were to be placed in a movie, she would definitely give off the impression of an elegant and versatile teacher. Now, when he was able to stun this ¡°teacher¡± with his knowledge, the sense of contrast felt quite good. Roland was silently asked himself, in the end, what is magic in this world? Magic is everywhere, whether one is in the depths of the Northern Slope Mine or in the Impassable Mountain Range. In the barbarian wasteland west of us or in the east within the Sea Wind Region. A witch would always be able to cast her incredible magic. If I look at the magic to be the same as energy, then the witches are the same as an electrical instrument. But the magic power obviously has many more possibilities to offer than electricity would have, it was more like it was the ¡°origin¡± of all energies. For example, Wendy had said that Cara was able to summon four different kinds of magical snakes, namely: death, pain, petrification, and nothingness. Each of them had a different kind of venom. Another example was Nightingale, her ability to enter into the fog would almost distort space. The witches¡¯ magical abilities varied so much, that other than being related to the origin of the world, Roland couldn¡¯t think of any description more appropriate. To give a definition of the origin, someone has to look at the universe and its rules. In my former world, Einstein determined the four fundamental forces of the universe and put them into a theoretical framework, the so-called grand unified theory. In other words, what he did was to find the origin of the universe. In case someone found the rule to the universe, could this rule then be applied in every universe? Coming to this point, Roland couldn¡¯t help himself from questioning, if he returned to his former world, would there also be the same power, yet, because they had no witches who could access this power, the power got just ignored by the people? No matter what, at the moment Roland could only think about it. After all, with the current level of technology, he couldn¡¯t analyze this power closer. So promoting the industrial revolution and promoting the standard of civilization, was the most important work for him. Maybe one day, the power could not only be used by the witches with their direct access to the origin ¨C converting it into a kind of energy, that could be used for a variety kind of effects at the same time, just thinking about it made him feel totally excited. ¡°Your Royal Highness? When Scroll saw the Prince lost in thoughts with an intoxicated look on his face, she couldn¡¯t stop herself from speaking out. ¡°Well,¡± Roland said, slowly coming back from his thoughts, after embarrassingly coughing twice he glanced at the burning candle and told her, ¡°That was enough for today, come back tomorrow.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± Scroll bowed once, but when she was already on her way leaving the room, she unknowingly slowed her pace. When Roland even after half a minute didn¡¯t hear the closing sound of the door, he raised his head in confusion. Seeing that the other one was still standing in the doorway he asked. ¡°Was there anything else?¡± ¡°Your Highness¡­¡± Scroll hesitated for a moment but then she said. ¡°I want to ask you a question.¡± ¡°Ask freely.¡± Roland nodded and put his quill down and instead raised his cup and drank some tea. There was really no problem with the witches, that was, if someone searched for it, someone could point out that they weren¡¯t confident enough. They were just the same as rabbits, slowly sticking their heads out of their hole, always ready to flee back into it even if the grass was only moved by the wind. It would be better if they weren¡¯t any longer so afraid and would act more freely. Roland¡¯s estimation was that her question, would be the usual kind of, why are you willing to host us? Aren¡¯t you afraid of the threat by the church and the likes? Nightingale and Wendy had asked him this kind of question so many times, that he couldn¡¯t count it any longer. But since Scroll was in such an earnest mood, he naturally had to give her a seriously answer. So that they could experience his honest comrade like treatment, giving them the feeling of being surrounded by a warm spring breeze. ¡°Is it¡­ possible that you would ever marry a witch?¡± ¡°Pfft,¡± Roland nearly sprayed the tea out of his mouth. ¡°Uh, why would you ask that?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Scroll opened her mouth, but in the end, she was still unable to answer him. To marry a witch? When thinking about this question, the first person appearing within his mind was Anna. From the time he met her in the cage, and he saw her pair of lake like blue eyes, she had left a deep impression on his heart. Before their awakening, witches are just ordinary human women, but afterwards, their ability made them superior. And the same could be said about the appearance of their body, both were superior to that of an ordinary woman. If he were to place them in modern society, they would definitely become the focus of everyone¡¯s attention. So, is there any reason why I should hesitate? That not being the case ¨C He looked at Scroll and replied with a smile: ¡°Why would I not?¡± * On the way back to her room, Wendy rubbed her sore shoulders. My chest is just too big, it¡¯s causing nothing but trouble. Especially when I have to stay on the roof of my small sheet on Little Town. I have to raise my hands when I summon the wind, but when I do, I also have to bend backward, if not I will lose my balance. Compared to the first test trial, Little Town had gotten a number of improvements. For example, she had gotten a simple shed at her workplace, both to block the wind and rain, but also to avoid the sun¡¯s exposure. Another improvement was the tree bark which was now fastened around the hull, it was used to reduce the incoming collision force when landing at port. Also, both sides of the ship were now equipped with two cement blocks, to make things easy for fastening the ship with hemp rope. And after nearly a month of training, her ability to control the wind had gotten substantial better. Now, regardless if the ship was stable or not, she could always control the degree of the wind, letting it blow fast or slow. She had also learned to use the already existing wind to adjust her own magic consumption, so that in the end she would be able to summon her wind for a longer period of time. Nightingale who came home before Wendy had already finished her bathing and was now sitting in pajamas on the bedside waiting for Wendy¡¯s return. But when Wendy saw her, there seemed to be something strange, Nightingale had an irrepressible smile on her face ¡°What kind of good thing happened to you?¡± Wendy asked. But the later shook her head without saying anything, with only her smile growing even deeper. Wendy curled her lips, after their talk some nights ago, Nightingale¡¯s mood wasn¡¯t very good, but after the creation of the new card game it had somewhat improved again. But today, how was it that she was full of smiles? Where had the expressionless Shadow Killer from Silver City gone? Without getting an answer, Wendy took off her clothes and stepped into the bucket filled with hot water. Most probably, she had won a good card today. TN: Today we learned three things The card game is the excuse for everything Nightingale is the ultimate stalker It¡¯s time for Roland to introduce modern underwear like any other good MC Chapter 108 Chapter 108 Echo (Part 1) The Months of the Demons had already ended two weeks ago, and the snow has finally turned into streams which ran into the Shishui River. The spotlessly white landscape slowly faded away, and the trees on both sides began to sprout again, becoming green once more. The land to the east of Border Town was the land Anna that had already cleared of trees and snow, and because of this it had now been turned by His Highness into the temporary practice ground for the First Army. At the practice ground, Carter was holding a gun and checking if the bayonet was securely installed. This was the newest invention of His Highness, but compared to the automatic operating machine and the modified snow powder, this new invention seemed to be a little too simple. The moment he had for the first time taken the new weapon into his hands, Carter knew almost immediately that it wasn¡¯t a qualified weapon. In short, it was just a sharp iron triangle, with the middle line as the base, which had two small iron pieces pointing downwards. Although it had a sharp edge, it was absolutely impossible to slash with the weapon ¨C the blade was just too short, if it had to bend, it would immediately break. It had hardly any tip to speak of while the other end was only around a thumb thick. Even if he was able to attack an enemy, if he tried to slash out horizontally, Carter couldn¡¯t say whether he would even be able to cut apart the enemy¡¯s clothes. This weapon had only one use, and that was, stabbing. And before it could even be used it still had to be connected to the gun. Used by itself, even a dagger would be a better weapon. In the eyes of the knight, it was totally unqualified to be used as a weapon and a big waste of pig iron to create such weapon with only one type of attack. If a blacksmith within his territory had dared to create such a weapon, he would have tied the man and given him one fierce beating. But even if it was such a bad weapon, Carter could still see His Highness originality and his passion for the all of the details. For example, the design for the connection between the gun and the bayonet. The mouth of the barrel had two grooves with a right angle at its end, as long as the two small iron pieces at the bayonet were fitted into the grooves and the bayonet was turned half around the barrel then the bayonet would become fixed. Thanks to this concept the grooves and the iron pieces didn¡¯t need to fit perfectly, if they were a little too loose, the gunner could just insert some pieces of paper between the two iron pieces and the grooves, and when it fitted better, only then should he rotate the bayonet. In the case that they didn¡¯t have any papers, tree leaves would also be okay. ¡°Put the bayonet on the gun!¡± When they heard the keyword, the gunning team took out the bayonet from their bag, and put it on the gun¡¯s barrel ¨C until now they had only been able to produce forty of the new weapons and their supporting bags. So the soldier who didn¡¯t receive the new weapons had to put a short stick on their guns. This kind of action was almost trained through the whole morning, and now most soldier only needed to adjust the bayonet two to three times until it was fixed. According to His Highness¡¯ words, the bayonet should only be used as a last resort. He didn¡¯t want his men to start a close combat attack on their own with the bayonet. Carter disagreed with this statement, as long as a man didn¡¯t personally stab a weapon into an enemy, they would still be considered as children. Only if they saw their first blood, would they transform from ordinary miners and hunters into soldiers. Iron Axe also stood among the ranks of trainees. Although he had previous claimed to only be a hunter, but from his skills Carter could see, that the man had absolutely received special combat training before. His skills weren¡¯t any worse than the skills of any other knight. His Royal Highness had asked Carter to teach the soldiers how to use the new weapon correctly. Having received this order, Carter felt a little guilty. The bayonet was a kind of weapon he had never seen before, so it was impossible that he couldn¡¯t know how to use it. However, after seeing the prototype, Carter was once more immediately filled with confidence. After all, the bayonet was nothing other than the equivalent of a short spear. In addition, due to its special blade, it was much easier to use than the pike. Due to its unique blade design, the bayonet training method has also become very special. They didn¡¯t need to learn how to split, lift, block or sweep with the bayonet, they only had to train one move, stabbing. So the knight let all the soldiers line up and then began to teach them the most suitable method for stabbing ¨C placing one foot before the other, bending the knees and then pushing their arms forward with their maximum amount of power. This kind of repetitive training method was extremely boring. So Carter was amazed that everyone was so meticulously completing this kind of training exercise. Before the winter they were all still a bunch of weak and lazy civilians, but now they behaved like a decent group of trainees. When Carter shouted a command they would immediately take action, and he had to acknowledge that they even put more effort into the training than the squires he had previously trained. Of course, if he were to give them a sword, or to say it using the words of His Royal Highness, if he gave them ¡°cold weapons¡±, he would still be able to defeat them with a stick in a mere three strokes. But in terms of their willpower, their progress is already worthy of acknowledgement. After an hour of training, Carter let the gun team sit down and gave them a break. At this moment His Royal Highness the Prince also showed up on the practice ground, followed by a woman who was wearing a hood. This didn¡¯t take the Knight by surprise. Previously, at the beginning of the training, His Royal Highness had informed him in advance, that during today¡¯s practice they would be assisted by a witch. However, Carter hadn¡¯t known that the witch would be so tall, as far as he could determine it with his eyes, she was almost as high as His Highness. But nevertheless she is still exquisite and good looking, Carter thought. Then he came back from his thought and let the soldiers stand up, allowing them to greet the 4th Prince with a salute. ¡°Your Highness!¡± The soldiers shouted and raised their hands. ¡°Thank you for your effort,¡± receiving their greeting Roland nodded, and walked around since he also wanted to speak with just Carter alone. But at this moment a soldier suddenly rushed in the direction of the Prince. Discovering this Carter frowned, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and took a step forward, placing the Prince behind himself. Nightingale had been even faster to react, her hand appeared out of the fog and grabbed Roland¡¯s arm. As long as the situation turned out to go even slightly wrong, she would be able to pull the Prince into the fog. But then they discovered that the person was rushing out was actually Iron Axe. And even more, he didn¡¯t run to the Prince, but instead to the unknown witch, immediately falling down to his knees in front of her. Not the Kingdom¡¯s normal kneeling on one knee, no, he threw his whole body flat on the ground, with his head deeply buried between his arms, ¡°My Clan Leader!¡± With this, the training of the gun team came to a forced break. * ¡°First tell me, what¡¯s going on?¡± Back in the Castle Hall, Carter, Echo, and Iron Axe stood in a row, while Roland sat at the Lord position, he asked clearly dissatisfied. Discipline, you have to always maintain discipline! This is one of the most important rules within the militia and now the army should also have the same iron discipline! Not to speak about seeing the Clan Leader, even if you were to see the King you shouldn¡¯t move even a toe out of line. This is the only requirement, there will be always time to report later. From the beginning on Roland had a very good impression of Iron Axe, but with his action of today, he could only sigh. So his final analysis was, it seemed that his inner cultural quality wasn¡¯t able to keep up with his practical talents, he clearly hadn¡¯t understood the meaning of the word discipline. ¡°Your Royal Highness,¡± Iron Axe couldn¡¯t help himself to wait any longer. He wanted to kneel down, showing his regret. But when he was already halfway down on his knee, he was stopped by Roland. ¡°Stand straight and speak!¡± ¡®Yes!¡± Iron Axe swallowed nervously, and then began to speak, ¡°I grew up in Ironsand City and vowed my loyalty and devotion to the Osha Clan and the new Clan Leader Silver Moon.¡± ¡°No, Kabago, I am not the Clan Leader¡­¡± Echo quickly disagreed. ¡°No, you are,¡± Iron Axe retorted, ¡°Your father and brother already died, in accordance with the Osha custom, from the moment of their death you became the Clan Leader of our Osha Clan. When I heard that you were sold to the Port of Clearwater I immediately went there, but I was unable to find you, I thought that you had ¡­ died. ¡°But I -¡± Roland interrupted Echo, ¡°One by one, first let Iron Axe finish his story.¡± ¡°I will obey you until the end of my life, Your Highness.¡± ¡­ The story wasn¡¯t complicated; Roland was quickly able to understand the general idea behind what happened. Echo was originally a member of the Ironsand City¡¯s Osha Clan. Her former name was Silver Moon, and her father had been the Clan Leader of the Osha Clan. The people of Sand Nation didn¡¯t have an easy life. Ironsand City was only able to accommodate a limited population, so every three years, each clan had to take part in the sacred duel, and the six clans who won would receive the right to live in the city, while the other clans either lived outside of the city, or went together to the Green Sea. These places were dangerous places to live, although they offered water, but the demonic beasts and sandstorms would cause a great threat to the Sandpeople. So during each Sacred Duel, the warriors of various clan would spare no effort in order to win. Chapter 109 Chapter 109 Echo (Part 2) However, in the duel, the Osha Clan lost to the insidious means there were used by the Tribian Clan, not only that but in the end, even their Patriarch was killed and the Clan ended up being exiled to the Endless Cape. Silver Moon, the daughter of the former Patriarch now known as Echo, because of her outstanding appearance was sold as a slave by the slavers to a businessman from the Port of Clearwater. Iron Axe with his identity as a mixed blood, despite being an adopted member of Sandpeople was not a real member of the Osha Clan. And therefore he hadn¡¯t been sentenced into exile. But because of his strong combat abilities, the other clans took a liking to him and wanted to recruit him to their side. Yet Iron Axe who had over years received a type familial care from the old Patriarch coupled with the hope of saving Echo, did not hesitate to reject the offers of the other Clans. After a long and a difficult journey, he finally arrived at his goal, the Port of Clearwater. But he never got to know that at this time, Echo had already been sold to the King of Graycastle. However, in the end the latter was rescued by a witch, who¡¯d belonged to the Witch Cooperation Association; while the other disheartenedly moved to the West border of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Yet today, these two people unexpectedly meet once again in Border Town. ¡°Then what are your plans for the future,¡± Roland asked after pondering for a moment about what he had heard just now, ¡°Do you want to return to the South, take Echo with you and revive the Osha Clan?¡± ¡°No, Your Highness!¡± Iron Axe went down on one knee, ¡°I have already sworn to the Three Gods, that for the rest of my life I will always work for you¡­ I was just¡­ I was just too excited to see Silver Moon again. I couldn¡¯t control my emotions, please punish me!¡± ¡°What about you?¡± The Prince asked Echo. ¡°Do you want to avenge your people?¡± Being asked this question, Echo also knelt down before Roland, ¡°When I awakened to my witch powers, I truly had the thoughts of seeking revenge. But today I no longer harbor such feelings.¡± She bit on her lip and weakly asked, ¡°Please allow me to stay here¡­ I don¡¯t have anywhere else I can go.¡± ¡°I understand. Please, stand up,¡± Roland said quietly, ¡°You don¡¯t need to act in this manner, don¡¯t worry I won¡¯t banish you.¡± He paused for a moment, then said strongly, ¡°In fact, letting you achieve your revenge also isn¡¯t impossible.¡± ¡°What?¡± Iron Axe exclaimed in shock, he was unable to believe his own ears. Echo, however, didn¡¯t show much of reaction, after all, she had already let go of her hope of ever going back to Ironsand City. ¡°Of course, right now I¡¯m unable to achieve it.¡± Roland waved his hand dismissively. He didn¡¯t think of this idea on a whim. During Iron Axe descriptions of the Extreme South, he had heard some very interesting things ¨C that this piece of land was hot and dry and that the environment had many strange things to offer. Especially the orange flames coming out of the ground that had burned for decades without going out. The orange fire was often times burning above a huge pit. And at the bottom of the pit, someone could see the black Styx flowing endlessly. Orange fire, black Styx, were both words worth mentioning. When Roland listened to this description, one question immediately popped up in his mind, wasn¡¯t he talking about oil? Even more, open-flowing oil! How important this black liquid was to the industry¡¯s development no one really had to ask. After all, more than half of modern warfare was because of the need for Oil. The rise and fall of the oil prices could even affect the rise and fall of a number of countries, and even change the patterns of the world. If he could somehow get control over the people in the south, he could maybe get a stable source of oil. However, for now, Roland did not have the time to think about disputes happening in a faraway area, which was out of his control. So without any better option, he had to postpone the show ¡°since in ancient times¡± to a later day. ¡°When I get hold of the throne, I will try to get justice for you.¡± Roland went in front of the kneeling Iron Axe, ¡°But today you violated the discipline of the First Army. From now on you are sentenced to two days of confinement, during these two days, you will reflect on your wrong doings.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± Iron Axe returned excitedly. ¡°Then let us continue the training,¡± said Roland to the Knight, ¡°and you will also be responsible for the next march.¡± * Bryan thought that today¡¯s training had already come to its end, but everyone was still sitting on their place in the driving range, no one dared to disperse on their own. After all, before Carter left with the Prince, he gave them the order to rest where they were, but not to dissolve. What should he do, if he had to wait until the time of his patrol, he didn¡¯t want to imagine such a scenario. ¡°Sir Knight, you said that Captain Iron Axe won¡¯t come back?¡± asked Nail, who was in the same group as Brian himself, ¡°His unexpected action just now nearly gave me a heart attack.¡± ¡°How many times have I told you already, you shouldn¡¯t call me Sir,¡± Brian corrected him again, ¡°In the First Army, you should call me group leader.¡± After he was knighted by His Highness, his rank within the army had become a lot of higher. It even came to the point that other people didn¡¯t dare to talk to him, except for Nails ¨C the little man worked as a miner before he joined the Army. He was the only one who would often come to him to talk. According to Nails story¡¯s, don¡¯t mention that he dared to talk with a knight, he even said that he¡¯d had close conversations with His Highness. ¡°This kind of thing¡­ His Royal Highness won¡¯t blame him too excessively, right?¡± Although he gave him a reassuring answer, but the wariness in his heart didn¡¯t want to quell down. Once he had seen a civilian who accidentally collided with the occupants of a carriage and afterwards got stabbed to death by the guards on the spot, such a tragedy. Even so, Iron Axe came from another country, it was still very daring to kneel in front of another woman when His Highness stood directly beside him. Even calling her ¡°Patriarch¡±, adding all this together was a big break of etiquette. ¡°I guess that will be the case,¡± nodded Nail. ¡°I¡¯ve spoken to His Royal Highness personally, he isn¡¯t like the other nobles, uh¡­¡± He scratched his head and seemed to try to find the right words. ¡°Even though they almost look the same as him, they act totally different.¡± Brian also didn¡¯t want Iron Axe to be punished too hard. After more than one month of collective training, he already felt a deep sense of admiration for this foreigner. Especially when he taught them how to build a tent for the case in which they happen to be stranded in the wild. They all benefitted from the superb skills he patiently taught to them. In the eyes of the Knight, Iron Axe was even more suited to be the Commander of the First Army than Carter was. ¡°They¡¯re back!¡± Nail brushed against Brian¡¯s arm, ¡°Hey, I can¡¯t detect Iron Axe within their group.¡± No, it was time to stop his imagination from running wild, Carter had already ordered them to line up, according to how they had previously trained. When they were ready, His Highness stepped in front of them and began his speech: ¡°The woman beside me is another witch, her name is Echo. She and Iron Axe had been separated before for many years¡­ According to the rules, Iron Axe was sentenced to days of confinement for disrupting the formation and violating the military discipline. No, I will repeat it once more, you all now belong to the regular army, and the most important rule for a member of this army is to always obey orders and maintain the discipline! Can you understand this?¡± ¡°Yes! Your Royal Highness!¡± Brian like the others shouted his consent. When he had heard that Iron Axe was sentenced to confinement, his heart was finally able to calm down and when he looked in Nails direction, the other one made a wry face. ¡°During the following training, we will use her ability to simulate a variety of sounds, including musical instruments like horns and drums. She will play several kinds of marching songs, which will be your command to act! Everyone will move in accordance with the drums, always holding the same rhythm, keeping the team in one line.¡± Here, His Royal Highness paused, ¡°On the battlefield, Echo will always stand behind you. You can think of her as the banner of the First Army, and you have to always protect her with everything you have! Now that I¡¯ve finished saying all this¡­ everyone should become familiar with the next tunes.¡± What is a Marching Song? Brian¡¯s head was full of confusion, is it something like the music I occasionally hear when I visit a pub? This kind of soft music should be able to motivate you to move forward? But when he heard the melody coming out of Echo¡¯s mouth, he realized that he had never heard something like this before. He almost instantly understood the meaning behind His Royal Highness words ¨C the rhythm of the drum directly went into his bones, giving him the desire to move his feet, while at the same time the light melody was provoking his desire to fight. ¨C This so-called marching song, hearing this it would boost everyone on the battlefield, it was a ¡°Battle Hymn¡± to encourage everyone to keep on unceasingly moving forward. TN: The official translated map of Release that Witch is finally here! I hope you like it! If you have better skills than my unbelievably good skills with paint, feel free to make a better version and send me the link or picture at roxerer@outlook.com ???? Also, don¡¯t forget to submit your pictures for the Fan Art Contest for a chance at free chapters!! Chapter 110 Chapter 110 Battle of Eagle City (Part 1) Through the misty morning fog, Timothy Wimbledon could vaguely see some flags fluttering in the wind at the top of the city¡¯s towers that were in front of him. He raised his gaze, trying to identify the emblem that was depicted on the banner. The sailboat with a crown pattern on top of a green foundation undoubtedly belonged to his sister, Garcia Wimbledon. It was the city¡¯s largest banner. The second banner had a white background and the image of a snake twisting around a pagoda. This emblem belonged to the Bayer Family. When Timothy had first became aware of this flag, a feeling of contempt had risen up within his heart. But even after they coming and seeking refuge under the protection of the Queen of Clearwater, they still had enough pride that they¡¯d hung their banner above the city, they were simply too brazen. Wait until I catch you, I will make you eat your own flag, Earl Bayer, he thought. Finally, there was the Red Lion Tower, belonging to the equally shameless Sheet Family. Outwardly, Timothy appeared expressionless, but inside his heart, he had already condemned Elin Sheet to death. It was also the same for Toman Bayer. Of course, both of them would get their very own banner to eat. ¡°Sir Neiman, lift my banner, the banner of the Kingdom of Graycastle,¡± Timothy ordered. ¡°As you command, Your Majesty.¡± Agreed knight Linden, and then rushed in the direction of the troops behind them ¡°Long live the King, raise the flag!¡± The newly crowned king turned around and saw his banner being raised. The gray flag was waving in the wind. The black pattern on it looked stately and awe-inspiring, it had a huge tower with two crossed spears on both sides depicted on it. This was the emblem of the King of Graycastle. ¡°Under this banner, I will condemn all traitors for their crimes against the throne.¡± The moment Timothy received the news of Garcia¡¯s declaration of independence, he had immediately taken action to show her his answer ¨C he had mobilized all of his troops together with the troops of the Eastern Duke, and given them the order to attack Eagle City. Although his self-confidence had clearly been shaken by Garcia¡¯s unexpectedly fast action. However, on the surface he seemed to remain calm, this greatly increased the faith that all his supporting minister had in him. He needed nearly a month before his summoned vassals and their troops could be gathered. Then it had taken a week to get to the East, from there they again needed half a month to reach their destination. It was only yesterday evening when the sun was already on its way down that Timothy had finally arrived in Eagle City. Fortunately, the Months of the Demons hadn¡¯t affected their march; the road to the South hadn¡¯t been blocked by the snow, his situation was almost the opposite of that in Border Town. The roads had became even stronger thanks to the cold temperature thereby allowing his carriages carrying the food and his soldiers to move faster than usual. Timothy¡¯s team was very large. The forces were put together mostly from his own guards, the Knights of King City and the special forces from the Duke of the Eastern Border, Duke Frances. Together they numbered six thousand men, divided into three battalions, of which a thousand men belonged to the well-trained and well-equipped rank of knights. According to the reliable intelligence he had been able to gather, he knew that the size of Garcia¡¯s troops was less than three thousand people, and most of them belonged to the rank of Clearwater Port¡¯s free people. They were usually former farmers and businessmen who had just grabbed the nearest weapon they could reach. They would never realy be a threat to his genuine knights. When his Finance Minister Sir Arthur Golddess had become aware of Timothy¡¯s battle plans, he had immediately raised objections. So shortly after the end of the Months of the Demons, the farming operation would become the highest priority, if the farmers were to be recruited into his troops, it would later affect the harvest. Acknowledging this objection, Timothy didn¡¯t require his vassals to deploy their serfs, instead, they had to convene the freedmen in their territory and send them so that they could take over the responsibility for the delivery and logistic. As a result, even if they were to fight in the South, it wouldn¡¯t affect the harvest in the fall. From Timothy¡¯s perspective, no matter what he had to do, in the end, Garcia could not be allowed to stay in the south of his kingdom any longer. Eagle City wasn¡¯t a well-developed city. After all, previously it was only a marketplace situated in the middle of the surrounding towns. But later, just less than a century ago, with the increase of its importance to the surrounding towns, it slowly developed into a city. Because of the previous Lord¡¯s plans to further promote the importance of its market, he decided to not build any insurmountable walls. How strong could an army of three thousand civilians together with the men from two Earls possibly be? So the sooner Timothy started his counter measures, the better were his odds for him to win. If he was to give her even a little breathing space, she would quickly take over the whole of the Southern territory, making it very difficult for him to push her back. After a night¡¯s rest and a good meal, his troops were now ready to fight. The sun gradually turned from a weak orange into a ball of shining gold, dispersing the morning fog. Soon Timothy could see Eagle City¡¯s earth-colored walls ¨C in the eyes of the new King, they didn¡¯t deserve to be called walls. At best, they could be called an earthen slope. From the bottom to the top of the slope, it was just a ramp. Even without a siege ladder, his troops would still be able to directly climb it on foot. Furthermore, the slope only had a height of one person and just enough thickness to accommodate one person on top of it. While this so-called wall was good enough to block refugees and bandits, it would never be able to stop his heavily armed soldiers. It seemed the city walls were only very sparsely manned, apparently they weren¡¯t ready to defend the wall. ¡°Your Majesty, the cavalry which was in charge of observing the South Gate have came back to report. They finally saw a group of men and horses moving.¡± Reported knight Linden, who ran back to the King while leading his horse by hand. Timothy turned in the direction of Duke Frances and said with a knowing look, ¡°It looks like she wants to run.¡± Duke Frances took a careful look for himself and nodded, ¡°That is most probably true, and can be considered a decisive action on her part. Eagle City isn¡¯t suitable for a siege, if she tried to defend this city with her troops, it will only become a clear victory for us.¡± ¡°It turned out the same as you had expected during the combat meeting last night, she really did not expect us to react so fast,¡± he laughed. ¡°We arrived at just the right time,¡± Timothy said. ¡°She was unable to move at night, even if she had wanted to.¡± ¡°You are correct, a march during night-time is a big taboo. If she really had done it, and we then took the initiative to attack, her troops would easily collapse. And once the troops collapse during the night, they will seldom have the chance to gather again. Even if she was able to flee back to Clearwater Port, it would only be delaying the inevitable. ¡°So, my dear sister had to wait until the morning to order the troops to retreat.¡± Timothy looked with satisfaction at the Castle of Eagle City, which seemed to be waiting for him to take it. It has to be hard on her, after all she has done, yet it didn¡¯t turn out as she expected. Garcia was too fond of the symbolic status of Eagle City, and the possibilities she felt when she stationed troops here ¨C when holding the mansion of the guardian of the southern border, it would indeed be easier to conquer the hearts of the southern nobility. But the benefits were also accompanied by its own risk. Timothy had intentionally sent a slow moving diversionary army along the way, while at the same time rushing with a division of cavalry to the East, without any infantry. The needed rations were transported by cart, which were following them. When they arrived at the Duke¡¯s mansion they took the rest of the cavalry with them. From there they bypassed Eagle City and neared the city from the opposite side. The first mission of the cavalry was to block all roads, reducing the ability for the spies to pass on messages. But such big military activity was impossible to hide forever, Garcia should have gotten the news of their attack two to three days earlier than their actual approach. So that when they started their retreat this morning, it could be considered as a hasty move. Retreating from Eagle City to Clearwater would take one day on foot. So even if they ran on their two legs, Timothy could still easily overtake them with his thousand men strong cavalry unit and easily kill them, which would naturally lead to the collapse of her ridiculous armies. Unfortunately, as long as she threw her three thousand troops away, Garcia still had a chance to escape from Timothy¡¯s clutches by leaving the city on her own by horse. Like this staying alive and returning to the Port of Clearwater wouldn¡¯t be difficult. Even in the case that she was able to flee, I would still have ended this farce, he thought. ¡°Your Majesty, according to the previously drawn up plan we should separate now,¡± said Duke Frances, ¡°You will wait for me in the inner city after you bypassed the city and attacked from the South Gate, right? And if we run into strong resistance or get cut off we will take a detour.¡± ¡°I still think it¡¯s better if I attack from the southwest,¡± Timothy answered, ¡°For us knights, it isn¡¯t easy to move in the narrow streets, and Garcia may also obstruct our troops from moving forward by blocking the streets with lots of debris. Even if we have to take a detour and fight into the night, we won¡¯t let ourselves be prevented from chasing them down and slaughtering them.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯m out, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Be careful,¡± Timothy reminded him, ¡± Even if Garcia didn¡¯t leave any troops in the city, she could still have left behind many traps. In addition, be aware of the narrow streets, there might still be many people left in the houses. Only waiting for the right time to ambush you, so slay everyone you find, you can¡¯t leave any threat to your safety alive. ¡° ¡°Ha ha ha,¡± Duke Frances frankly laughed, ¡°Your Majesty please rest assured, I have followed you father into many battles, I have personally cut off hundreds of heads and until now I have never been hurt.¡± He waved with his hand and signaled the guard beside him to move, ¡°Everyone, attack!¡± The troops behind him got ready, split into several smaller formations that were under the leadership of other knights and started to move in the direction of Eagle city ¨C the troops in the frontline were made up out of the freedmen, followed by the armored mercenaries, that were the main force in the siege. While the Duke¡¯s knights were fully focused on his commands. When the main force began to hit the walls, Timothy led the rest of the knights and their squires in the southwestern direction. Chapter 111 Chapter 111 Battle of Eagle City (Part 2) The first batch of freedmen who served as the human meat shields didn¡¯t meet any resistance and were able to successfully climb the earthen slope. On top of the ramp formed from earth¡¯s slope, the defenders had built a wooden fence to block the attacking forces. The fence wasn¡¯t completely closed, instead, it had many openings for spears. During the time the attackers were busy destroying the logs of the fence, the defenders could simply stand behind it and use their spears to kill the enemy. However, contrary to Duke Frances expectations, the defenders who should have been standing behind the fence were nowhere to be seen. The entire wall was currently in an unguarded state. So his vanguards carrying their axes were able to quickly open up some gaps in the wall. After the logs were out of the way, the rush towards the city began. A moment later, the wooden gate was also opened. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± said the Duke, and shook the reins of his horse and led the rest of his troops to the gates. From the beginning of the siege until when the gates were opened, less than thirty minutes have passed, so what the hell was Garcia Wimbledon doing? Frances frowned, even if she didn¡¯t have much combat experience, she should still have known that she had to leave a small group of personal guards or hired mercenaries who had been bought with a lot of money and didn¡¯t fear death behind to block the enemy¡¯s offensive for as long as possible. Only in this way could she gain enough time for the larger group to flee. The 3rd Princess is clearly not a stupid person. Otherwise, it could not be explained why she was able to take over the South so quickly. So why hadn¡¯t she arranged for any men to defend the wall? Building a solid defense, even with well-placed traps in it, but with no one to operate it, is only a waste of money. Frances thought, it¡¯s decided now, my personal guards will be the first group to step into the city and investigate whether the situation is safe. But later, when the captain of his personal guards came back to report, he reported that even within the city it was still the same situation, they hadn¡¯t met any resistance. However, there were indeed some wood and stone obstacles, but after his men had ordered the local inhabitants to work, those were soon removed. Hearing this report, Frances no longer hesitated and began to lead his remaining troops towards Eagle City. He had followed King Wimbledon III on many campaigns during the years and could be counted as a veteran, so how could he let himself be scared off by a little girl? Contrary to what one might expect the time invested into analyzing the enemy¡¯s steps for mistakes was not wasted. Because if he could wait until all the gates were captured, he could directly ride through the city and save a lot of time. When he stepped through the gate, Duke Frances could smell something with a pungent smell. It wasn¡¯t the smell of rotting corpses which often appeared on battlefields, but rather more like a mixture of pine nut oil, tangerine peel, and incense. If someone took a deep breath, they could even imagine it to be a perfume. What is this smell? But when he observed his surroundings once more, he was unable to detect anything unusual. The only thing which didn¡¯t seem right was that the ditch for the drainage system was blocked, and the sewage was overflowing out of its channel, slowly flowing along the ground. It had accumulated so much filth that he couldn¡¯t tell how long it was that they hadn¡¯t been cleaned, but when the sun fell on these dark substances, it reflected in five splendorous colors. Probably the smell comes from this pile of sewage, Frances shook his head, clearing it of this unnecessary thought, then began to lead his unit further to the castle district. Since they took over Eagle City, they naturally had to go to the Castle and the City Hall, and look to see if there was worth looting. Of course, it was very likely that Garcia had already plundered the city, so there shouldn¡¯t be many gold royals left, but some of the larger crafts and ornaments were also very suitable trophies. Exactly for this occupation Frances had brought his own food carriages along. Regardless of the condition of the loot, everything would be loaded on the carriages. As for those mercenaries, most probably they were already looting the shops and the surrounding farms. Well, for now, this doesn¡¯t matter. It¡¯s more important that Duke Joey is already dead, and it¡¯s still unsure who will become his successor. So at this time it¡¯s a close battle, to decide under whose rule this city will fall. When Duke Frances entered the castle, he thought that he had come to the wrong place. From the outside it appears to be the castle, he thought. But they hadn¡¯t only taken all of the coins, no, they had cleared out the entire basement. They took all of the clothes and didn¡¯t even leave behind a single corn in the grain storage. The several frescoes hanging on the walls were also all taken, leaving only blank walls behind. There were no longer any books in the bookcases and they also hadn¡¯t forgotten to take the bed from the Lord¡¯s bedroom either. In short, the whole castle had been stripped clean. Was this something that was done in a hasty retreat? Frances gradually became more uneasy. If this hadn¡¯t been planned out from the start, the castle wouldn¡¯t have been cleared so thoroughly. Right at the moment he wanted to go to the City Hall to see if was the same situation over there, a thick smoke suddenly began to emerge through the North Gate. ¡°What¡¯s the matter, is something burning?¡± ¡°I do not know, Your Excellency, I have already ordered Moliere to go and take a look,¡± the Captain of his guard answered. ¡°Perhaps it¡¯s a fire that has been deliberately set by the enemy.¡± Yes, that must be the case. The Duke¡¯s first thought was that this all was a trap, but then he realized that this method of setting the gates on fire was meaningless. After all, they could easily bypass the gates, they only had to cross the slope and then they were already outside. Setting something on fire, without any additional attack was meaningless, after all, an organized team wouldn¡¯t need much time to put the fire out. The correct use of this tactic would be to set up soldiers at the inner side of the walls, who would wait until the fire had expanded all over the city, and then when the enemy¡¯s troops started to panic that would be the time for their own surprise attack to start. If it was it¡¯s done like this, it can easily disrupt the enemy¡¯s formation, maybe even force them to retreat. But as he had said before, with no one to operate the trap, it was meaningless. At this moment, out of the direction of the three other gates black smoke also began to emerge. And when he looked back at the fire at the North Gate he could see that it was spreading at much too fast a rate; as if the whole surroundings had been filled with straw. It didn¡¯t take long until the first cries from the civilians could be heard, indicating that some of their houses were already lit. This can¡¯t be right¡­ Duke Frances thought, the fire is coming from the north gate, but there was nothing with which to feed the fire, there was only an open space! But if there was nothing, how can the fire spread so fast? Wait¡­ suddenly a horrifying thought popped up within his mind, could it be that Garcia Wimbledon had secretly recruited a witch? Frances reassuringly touched the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation which hung around his neck, calming quickly beating heart. Hopefully, it is only a fire ignited by a witch, as long as that is the case I can directly walk through it. After all, with this stone that demonic fire simply cannot hurt me. And furthermore each member of my personal guards is also wearing this thing, so this fire can¡¯t threaten us at all. As for the freedmen, who have no money to donate to the church, I just don¡¯t have the time to attend to them. Regardless of the fact that he possessed such a stone, the city had still become dangerous, so he decided to flee to the war camp at the South Gate. From there he could not only monitor Eagle City, but also wait for the new King to return with the cavalry. When he thought his next steps through, he immediately gave the Captain of his guards the command: ¡°We will leave the city through the South Gate, during the ride you will blow the horn to gather all of our troops.¡± ¡°As you command!¡± Everyone immediately went on their way, but when their group came near the South Gate, the flames had begun to cover the whole city, already setting many civilian houses on fire. The heat emitting from the fire became so hot that they were forced to retreat. In addition, the commoners who were originally hiding inside their houses behind closed doors, were now on the streets and fleeing from the flames. Crowding the whole streets with people. They became so many, that even the sword swinging knights were unable to move forward. There was nothing which would help against this panic stricken people fleeing to the only open space available which wasn¡¯t burning yet. At this moment it seemed as if everything would be consumed by the surrounding flames and smoke. ¡°Everyone calm down; we have to get to the well. From it we can draw water to fight this fire,¡± Duke Frances quickly gave some orders, ¡°Don¡¯t try to save the houses, they are out of control. Just extinguish the burning obstacles on the streets, so that we get a path out of the city. Don¡¯t stop the horn signal, let other people know where we are!¡± ¡°Sir!¡± shouted a knight who came from the direction of the city center. The knight didn¡¯t even wait until his horse had stopped, instead, he immediately jumped off the horse. When he took a closer look he discovered that it was the knight sent to the North Gate by his Captain. ¡°Sir, at the North Gate we are unable to get the fire under control!¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Frances couldn¡¯t believe it, so he had to ask again, ¡°You are unable to fight the fire?¡± ¡°The flames are burning on this black water,¡± she said quickly, ¡°Not only is it not extinguished with water, it is even quickly spreading over it, and now the whole northern city is burning!¡± ¡°An immortal fire,¡± Frances murmured, ¡°Yes, it has to be demonic fire.¡± And then the Duke shouted, ¡°Do not panic! This is Garcia taking advantage of the ability of this evil witches! As long as you wear God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation you¡¯re safe! Even if these flames seem frightening, they simply cannot hurt you!¡± ¡°So that¡¯s the reason, you were so benevolent.¡± Moliere subconsciously stroked her chest, ¡°Sir, what should we do?¡± ¡°With the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation we don¡¯t need to fear anything! Everyone launch, we will break through!¡± The Duke waved his hand, ¡°These demonic fire as long as we wear the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, it will disappear without a trace!¡± He paused, ¡°Moliere, you will lead the first group of people out, I will stay here and wait for the people who are still coming.¡± The female knight nodded in confirmation, ¡°Sir, you have to take care of yourself, pay attention that you don¡¯t!¡± Then she turned around and rushed without any hesitation towards the raging fire at the end of the street. Chapter 112 Chapter 112 Battle of Eagle City (Part 3) It seemed as if the King¡¯s knights were holding a sharp silver blade when they cut into the rear of Garcia¡¯s retreating troops. The crowd broke into chaos and a lot of people fell to the ground while they were trying to flee, only to end up getting trampled to death by the horses. Occasionally some of them pulled out weapons and tried to resist the attackers, but against the superior knights they were soon cut into pieces. Leading this kind of unstoppable flood was an elite knight from the camp in the Cold Wind Ridge. It was Knight Naimen who served as the spear point for this attack. Furthermore, his blue cloak which danced in the wind behind him was particularly eye-catching, wherever he went, the enemy would try to flee. Every time after his sword cut down, it would be covered in blood. Timothy Wimbledon instead stood in the distance on a small hill, overlooking the whole battlefield. At this point, the three thousand people of Garcia¡¯s troops were no longer able to hold together their formation, instead with every second they were falling further and further apart, which brought them to almost completely halting their march. They won¡¯t last much longer, Timothy thought, the moment when the second of my three teams attacks they will collapse. These people simply cannot resist the assault of Graycastle¡¯s elite knights. Most of them aren¡¯t even wearing any armor, the moment a sharp blade comes close to them, they immediately start losing their will to fight. Everything happened almost exactly as he had expected, after spending one hour to bypass Eagle City, they had turned over and rode through a sparse forest, finally reaching the road. Back on the road, Timothy ordered his knights to start rushing, and finally, one hour later they were able to catch up with Garcia. According to the advice of Duke Frances, Timothy divided his troop into three teams of around three hundred knights, and let them take turns in attacking the different sides of the enemy. Like this, he was able to hold some troops back and was always ready to send in reinforcements when it was needed. In order to avoid the possibility that they might get surrounded, his knights were not allowed to attack the center of the enemy¡¯s formation and instead they should attack its flanks. With short speedy dashes, they only cut off the leftovers, with each charge killing only dozens of people. This tactic was obviously very successful, after a few runs the enemy already had more than a hundred casualties, while still being unable to even retaliate. They even tried to organize a counterattack with their own cavalry, but the gap between their equipment and training was just too far off. Compared to the Knights of the King, the momentary patchwork of cavalry was nothing more than a group of horseback-riding infantry. The moment when they came face to face, those ¡°cavalry¡± made of the men that had been brave enough to charge into battle were simply killed, or if they were lucky they were able to scatter in all directions. This unilateral massacre was a great blow to the enemy¡¯s morale, and soon Timothy noticed some of Garcia¡¯s troops begun to break away from the formation and flee in all directions. The time has finally come for us to launch our main offensive, he thought. When the Cold Wind Knight came back from leading his attack, Timothy didn¡¯t order him to start the next round of shock tactics, instead, he signaled him to come over to his side. ¡°Your Majesty, their formation will soon come falling apart,¡± Naimen wiped the sweat from his forehead away, whilst leaving some bloody marks on his face as he did ¨C naturally it was the blood of his enemies, until now he hadn¡¯t received any injuries during the whole battle. Seeing this, Timothy took his own handkerchief and handed it to him. ¡°Well done, you can take a break now, it¡¯s finally time to deliver the deathblow.¡± Seeing that the next round of shook attack wasn¡¯t coming in, Garcia¡¯s troops also realized that the decisive moment was coming. Her large group completely stopped their forward march, instead, they unhurriedly gathered, until they had formed a tight formation. Every outermost soldier was holding a wooden pike, and held it up, waiting for the impact. Discovering this, Timothy only scoffed, in his eyes, it was nothing more than an already dying man¡¯s last struggle. Without barricades, without armor, only with flesh and blood alone you want to resist the mighty impact of my knights? This can only end in disaster for you. No matter which cards you have left my dear younger sister, you won¡¯t be able to change the outcome. Naturally, it could also be true that you have already departed long ago, leaving this group to die and buying time for yourself to flee. But he soon discovered he had been wrong. Within the crowd, they once again put up the banner of the Queen of Clearwater. Seeing this green banner with the sailing boat and the crown fluttering in the wind, made Timothy frown. So he lifted his binocular and took a closer look at the enemy. He soon discovered standing behind the warriors who had raised the flag was the blurred figure of a woman who seemed to be shouting some orders. Even so, he couldn¡¯t clearly see the other one¡¯s face, yet her gray hair flowing in the wind gave her identity away. Garcia Wimbledon, had not run. Timothy took a deep breath, well, this only means that this farce will come to an end here. I don¡¯t have to follow her to Clearwater Port. After waiting for the horses to be fully rested, the new King gave the signal to start the main attack. The cavalry formed from the knights and squires was around eight-hundred strong, and under the leadership of the King¡¯s own knights, started the attack against the enemy. It was once more the Cold Wind Knight who was at the tip of the attack ¨C Naimen Moor. Just at the moment when the attack would finally hit, suddenly on both sides of the horizon, a huge numbers of troops appeared. After sending out strange war cries, they immediately began to rush into the direction of the battle. Timothy couldn¡¯t believe what his eyes were showing him. Without raising any flags or wearing any emblems, the suddenly emerged troops didn¡¯t resemble any known force of the kingdom. After a closer observation, Timothy saw that they were all wearing different armors and weapons. But with their high-stature and weird faces, Timothy knew, they could only be from one place. The Sandpeople from the Extreme South! He didn¡¯t need to guess any longer if they were friend or foe, without a doubt, Garcia was able to make a deal with them. Leading this group of damn foreigners into the Kingdom of Graycastle. Only the thought of what this meant made Timothy burn with rage, he immediately shouted: ¡°Give the signal, break off the attack!¡± But it was already too late, such a high-speed assault was impossible to be broken up with such a short notice. His knights were directly impaling into the heart of Garcia¡¯s troops, cutting through them like a hot knife through butter, with only one goal, reaching the Queen of Clearwater. Timothy eagerly looked into the direction of the flying banner, hoping that it would break ¨C the troops of the Sandpeople coming from both sides were each around one thousand men strong, making Garcia¡¯s forces five thousand people strong. This was a size that Timothy was unable to face. Furthermore, the Sandpeople had a strong build and were always warring against each other which had turned them into a great threat even to his knights. Only by killing the enemy¡¯s leader, cutting off their flagpole and breaking Garcia¡¯s forces, would he have still a chance of winning. However, even so, the flagpole swayed a bit but it was still standing straight. Finally, the Sandpeople were able to close the circle, blocking the knight¡¯s last way out and started joining the battle. Without these reinforcements, Garcia¡¯s three thousand desperados would have been defeated long ago. But at the moment, they were still persisting, and just like a swamp, swallowing one knight after another. Hearing the horns blowing to retreat, the knights who were closer to the edge were trying to free themselves came rushing back to the King. But many of them had riden too deep into the enemy¡¯s forces and were now trapped, including the Cold Wind Knight. Currently, he was fighting against a nine feet tall warrior of the Sandpeople while breathing heavily. The other side was waving around a wooden stick as long as two men causing a small area to open up around their fight. Unfortunately, Naimen¡¯s mount had already been crushed to death, and it was only thanks to his extraordinary reaction and agility that he was able to stay alive. But without a mount, his heavy armor lead to a rapid consumption of his physical strength. And when he once more stepped sideways trying to dodge, his foot slipped and he was hit by the stick in the middle of his chest. The strength of the attack that came hitting against his armor was so huge that it broke into two pieces. His blue cloak swayed once more through the wind before he finally disappeared in the crowd. Half an hour later, the knights who were still left fighting had become less and less and when the Sandpeople turned in the direction of Timothy¡¯s hill, he grit his teeth and gave the order to withdraw. His entire group of people began their retreat northward. Compared with the huge force he had previously led into battle, the new King now merely had three hundred people still left around him. Chapter 113 Chapter 113 Warning Since the end of the Month of the Demons, it has only rained for two days in the West, all the other days had been sunny days, apparently, this was compensation for all the snow during the winter. The musty air in the office had also been swept away, becoming fresh and clean as nature, and when he opened the windows the sweet smelling fragrance of spring would sometimes float into the room. At this time, the road between Border Town and Longsong Stronghold had nearly been restored to its former quality. But with each passing day, Roland would become particularly more concerned about the matter with the stronghold. Every year after the return of land traffic there would also be merchants coming to Border Town selling their fresh goods, but until today he had yet to see any merchant coming in from Longsong Stronghold. Lightning was by now flying two times a day to Longsong Stronghold, to ensure that they would have an early enough warning to be well prepared for the enemy¡¯s arrival. Over the past week, the First Army has entered the comprehensive exercise stage, which included setting up the defensive line in order to welcome an enemy¡¯s attack and also trained in how to pursue and attack an enemy. For the former they heavily relied on Lighting to always inform them of the distance between them and the enemy, the artillery and gun teams would shoot according to her orders ¨C making it much easier, regardless of whether it concerned giving orders or acting on given orders. For example: Shooting solid shelling at 800 meters and 500 meters, while using canister shelling when the enemy approached 300 meters, and firing with firearms at 50 meters and so on. As long as they saw Lightning raising the corresponding flag, the team leader would then give the signal to his team to attack. The key for the victory on the battlefield laid in the pursuit and attacking stage. According to Roland¡¯s plan, when the enemy was defeated, they would turn around and retreat to Longsong Stronghold, for which they would also need to use three days. Even if the Duke fled on his own, leaving his militia and the hired mercenaries behind, he would still need two days for the journey, so he had to stay for at least one night out in the wild. This gave the First Army the perfect chance to chase them. The whole process of monitoring would be done by Lightning, while the first army would always be out of the enemy¡¯s scouting distant but ready to catch up at any moment. The artillery and ammunition would be transported by the town¡¯s civilians. When the enemy had established their night camp, it was time for the First Army to completely encircle them, and at dawn of the next day they would start the attack, completely annihilating the opposition. Even though the plan didn¡¯t seem complicated, it was almost impossible to coordinate the two troops because of the absence of any modern communication devices. Roland could only hope for the witches, to make up for the lack in communication. How the final result would end up, even he himself was unsure. Another critical point was that his gunpowder reserves were running low, because of this the First Army was unable to use live ammunition during their comprehensive exercises. However, the main goal of the training had been to increase the Gunner Team¡¯s and Artillery Team¡¯s collaboration, as well as the coordination between the First Army and the witches. Roland has sent people to go further down the Shishui River to Fallen Dragon Ridge and Redwater City, hoping to find new sources of saltpeter. If I¡¯m unable to replenish my reserves of gunpowder, I am afraid after two more fights, the guns in the hands of the First Army could only be used as spears, Roland thought. Roland wrote a number of items he had to procure on paper which included saltpeter, grain, seeds and other supplies, he intended to send one of Barov¡¯s apprentice to the King¡¯s City to try his luck. That place had sufficient merchandise, it especially had enough saltpeter ¨C with the summer approaching, the King would surely have started to gather saltpeter by now. As a city filled with wealthy aristocrats and also wealthy merchants, when the weather started to get hot, the consumption of saltpeter would become staggering. He hoped to find a stable supplier who could provide Border Town with a stable stream of the raw materials needed to produce gunpowder. Prior to this, he had already sent out two of his personal guards, one to implement the plan called ¡°Gathering the Witches¡± and another to work on the ¡°finding the fruit¡± program. The former had posed as either a traveler or a businessman, and spread out through the streets and lanes, pubs and other places the rumors of Border Town being a safe haven for witches. Of course, it hadn¡¯t been said that the host was the 4th Prince himself, instead he news that spread had been that they had been able to find the Holy Mountain, and that the Witch Cooperation Association was now looking to recruit new members. The other had gone directly to Clearwater Port, and purchased some peculiar crops from the Fjords from across the ocean. Of course, when he found any particular seeds in any of the city¡¯s on the journey, he had also sent them back. Having finished with his purchasing list, he handed it over to Scroll, allowing her go to the Town Hall and hand it over to Barov. After Scroll left Roland stretched out his hand to drink some water, but only to discover that his cup was empty. Just as he was about to get up and take the kettle off from the fire, Nightingale was already bringing over the pot to the table. More than that, she even smiled while she filled up the cup, and when she put the kettle back. Roland slowly sipped his tea, while trying to think of what would have happened to make her smile like this. Recently the attitude of Nightingale was somewhat off. In the last few days she had always had a smile on her face, and even more, she was now even taking the initiative to serve him tea, does she secretly want a raise in her wages? Previously, she would only sit on the sofa while holding a pot of dried fish and gnawing on some for the whole afternoon long. Although, Roland had already asked her what had happened, she only laughed and refuse to answer, he simply had to let the question go. Could playing Gwent really make people so happy? Later when he ¡°invents¡± Poker and Mahjong, he could just open a casino, and the money would come in on it¡¯s own¡­ Stop. Roland shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his head. Now wasn¡¯t the time for pleasure seeking, he still had to consider what he would do after achieving his victory against Longsong Stronghold. Should he perhaps relocate his office to Longsong Stronghold? Roland had considered this point for a long time, moving to a more prosperous land would seem to be quite tempting, but it wouldn¡¯t in fact be a very good choice. Longsong Stronghold had more than a hundred year longer history than Border Town did, so there were many different forces that were struggling for power, while the other nobility also took a lot of power. The territory was supervised along the principle to divide and conquer, even as the Lord of Longsong Stronghold it was difficult to handle matters in the territories of his subordinates. In the case that Roland would want to grasp all of this power for himself, it would be very hard to achieve without causing a revolution. Even more, it was a territory where the fish and dragons were mixed in together, so his own safety also couldn¡¯t be guaranteed. He did not want to walk in the streets while always having to fear that a radical aristocrat would attempt an assassination. Compared to this, Border Town was completely different. Here only he had the final say, the surrounding land was vast, so he wasn¡¯t in an urgent need to expand his territory. Most of the people were either miners or hunters, or all from the same social rank, and with his success during the Month of the Demons, his reputation among the people has greatly risen. Most importantly, after the integration of the First Army and their propaganda, most of the people have accepted the existence of witches. When compared with Longsong Stronghold or other cities where the Church had a lot of influence, Border Town was much easier to turn into the witches¡¯ safe haven. Therefore, Roland decided to use Border Town as his core area. As for the fortress, he decided to let others manage it on his behalf and that he would only be there to provide support from afar. After all, as long as they provided him with a steady flow of work force as well as paying taxes, he would be satisfied. What he was missing the most of at the moment was people and money. So Roland¡¯s consideration for Longsong Stronghold was that they would provide him with the coins and the people for the continued construction of Border Town. Like this, the gold royals from the defeated nobles would return back to the hands of the commoners, who would then use it in the markets of Longsong Stronghold, from where he would get the money back in form of taxes. In addition, maybe he could through a number of preferential policies to convince some people with special skills to stay for the long term in Border Town. But all these were still only some rough plans. Things such as who would administer Longsong Stronghold in his stead, or the specifics of the taxation system, would have to wait until the end of the battle to be considered. At this moment, a figure in yellow suddenly flew through the window only to stop beside the prince¡¯s table ¨C this figure was Lightning. ¡°You¡¯ve worked hard, have a drink first,¡± Roland took his cup and gave it to her. She took the cup from him but she didn¡¯t drink, instead she only shouted, ¡°Your Highness, they are coming!¡± Chapter 114 Chapter 114 Thunder The vast amount of Longsong Stronghold¡¯s allied forces were on march to Border Town. The front of the force was comprised out of the six knight families in the stronghold. From the various armors that the knights were wearing, it was easy to determine how strong each family was when compared to the others. Without a doubt the most eye-catching amongst them were Duke Ryan¡¯s knights, their horses were a branch of the King¡¯s breed of short-tailed horses, which were exceptionally good at long distance running and had a larger body than that of other horses. Yet even with how amazing the horses seemed, the Knights sitting on their backs seemed even more powerful, their armor was created by the famous Longsong Stronghold ¡°Hammer and Dragontooth¡± blacksmith which gave them a unified look. On their thick breastplates was carved a huge and shiny silver lion¡¯s head, while on their shoulders were pictured two wolves, which seemed to be opening their mouth to let out a roar. Their cloaks which were waving behind them in the wind was embroidered with delicately decorative designs, and around their waist, every one of them had also tied a red band. These knights were not only eye-catching. Each year after the end of the Months of Demons, it was exactly these knights who were responsible for cleaning up the remnants of demonic beasts and ensuring that it was once more safe to travel through the land. Every one of them had accumulated a wealth of combat experience when fighting one on one, they weren¡¯t much worse than the Knights of the King were, they were just less in numbers ¨C of course, as a Duke, being able to support one hundred and fifty elite knights, was already an amazing feat. So when Duke Ryan looked at his knights, he always had a very satisfied expression. Never doubting for a moment that there was no one in the West who had enough strength to stop him. Walking in the middle of the retinue were the mercenaries, their equipment when compared with the knights was much worse. The majority of their attire was some out-fashioned mail or plate armor lacking either the gloves or helmets. There were even some people who were only equipped in cheap leather armor and they were also wearing all kinds of different weapons. While walking along the road they didn¡¯t hold to any formation, but were rather always walking in small groups of twos or threes, often times even laughing as they went. Seeing this, one could have the feeling that they weren¡¯t on their way to battle but instead seemed to be going out on a hike during the spring. At the end of the line, walking behind the mercenaries were the freedmen who had been pressured into service be the Lord, dragging a single wheel cart behind them which was loaded with food and tents. Due to the difference in the movement speed of the 1,500 people which resulted in a very slow moving retinue, the knights riding at the front would have to stop from time to time and wait for the troops behind them to keep up. ¡°Sir,¡± Count Elk, Holger Medela pulled the reins of his horse so that he could directly ride side by side with the Duke, ¡°We are half a day away from the border town, if we continue at this pace we should arrive there by 4 p.m. At that time, it would be the best if we let our troops rest for the night, then tomorrow morning we will start the attack, or do you perhaps want to attack the Prince¡¯s castle immediately?¡± ¡°It seems you want to sleep in the wild, too,¡± the Duke laughed, ¡°I myself would prefer to sleep in the castle¡¯s bed rather than the wet mud. Of course, we still have to give the Royal Family a little respect. So, when we arrive at Border Town, I will send messengers to persuade the Prince to surrender.¡± Count Honeysuckle riding slightly in front of them, turned around and said, ¡°The cavalry has already spent a whole day out in the field, the people and the horses are tired, so starting a direct attack wouldn¡¯t be very appropriate, right? After all, even though he only has miners and hunters, it is still a fact that Roland Wimbledon was able to spend the all of the Months of the Demons inside Border Town. I think it would be for the best if we remain a bit cautious.¡± ¡°Haha, I can understand that others don¡¯t know it, but that even you don¡¯t know the truth about the demonic beasts? My old friends. They are really scary when met in the wild, they move fast and nimble and have astonishingly strength, in other words they are deadly opponents. But if you¡¯re standing behind a wall, then they are just stupid beasts¡± The Count of the elk family shrugged, ¡°I was more surprised with that he could build a wall so quickly. But with that alone he cannot resist the might of our knights, correct? They aren¡¯t mindless idiots.¡± ¡°That is exactly the case, and I have also received a message from the North,¡± Duke Ryan casually said, ¡°This year in Hermes they¡¯d had to deal with an unusually large force of demonic beasts, almost resulting in the fall of the New Holy City. So thinking about this logically, it seems that this year¡¯s demonic beasts were mostly directed in their direction, and here at the West Border we¡¯d only had to deal with the few that have slipped through the net.¡± As the Lord of the whole western territory of the kingdom, his eyes were not only concentrated in this remote place. Through these years he had placed many eyes in all of the major cities who continually passed him all the newest information. But at the moment, the tragic war in the North wasn¡¯t the place where his main focus laid. A few days ago he had received a secret letter from Steep Cliff City, which informed him that the new King Timothy Wimbledon and the Queen of Clearwater have held a fierce fight within the southern territory of Eagle City. According to the news, Timothy¡¯s team should need a month to return from Eagle City. The letter hadn¡¯t mentioned the result of the fight, in it had only stood that after Timothy had come back to Steep Cliff City, he had lost thousands of troops, which had made it impossible for him to keep up the blockade against his sister. It also seemed that Eagle City had become a victim of the fire, the black clouds of smoke had almost covered the whole sky, this spectacle had all been witnessed by the residents of the surrounding towns. Without a doubt, regardless of whether the Queen of Clearwater had died to the hands of Timothy or not, such a painful loss of soldiers was a serious blow to the new King. The content of the letter had made Duke Ryan so restless that he had on that very night sent out many trusted aides to King¡¯s City and also into the Eastern territory, hoping to learn more about Timothy¡¯s circumstances. Perhaps this large battle between the two Monarchs would give him the opportunity to destroy the still unstable regime of the new King, he absolutely did not mind throwing a torch on an already prepared bonfire. If he wanted to become an independent King, now was the best chance he would ever get. The soldiers of the North were buried under the feet of the New Holy City, the South has just experienced a war and was still lying on the ground while licking their wounds, the East Border Lords and the new King weren¡¯t in a better situation either. But he was afraid that in a few years they would come back into power. As long as he got some people to attack the North, it could easily tear the Kingdom of Graycastle in half. By then the territory and population under his rule would be comparable to that of the Kingdom of Eternal Winter in the North. With the two biggest cities in the south-east under his control his strength would be comparable with everyone else¡¯s in the Kingdom of Graycastle. And he, Osmond Ryan, would become the first King in this new country. After he thought everything through, the Duke smiled in satisfaction. He wanted to end this farce with the Prince today and tomorrow he would immediately go back home. Fortunately, three days later I will be able to welcome my trusted aides back to the castle, hopefully, they will have some good news for me. As the sun gradually went downwards, approaching the top of the mountains, Duke Ryan could finally make out the outline of Border Town¡­ and outside of the town, he saw a number of densely packed silhouettes. ¡°Father, Duke,¡± Rene, who was in charge of the leading the front, came back to report ¡°The people in front of us should be the guards of the 4th Prince, they are all armed, clearly showing that they don¡¯t intend to welcome us. ¡°Well, at least we don¡¯t have to bother with going to the castle to ask him to surrender,¡± the Count laughed, ¡°Inform the knights they should slow down and should stop at a distance close enough for a charge.¡± ¡°Yes, Father,¡± after receiving his orders, Rene turned around and left. Duke Ryan raised his view and looked at his opponents. The guards in front of him all looked very strange, they were also holding strange weapons, they stood side by side in two lines. If you were to call their weapons pikes that would mean that the pikes did not have the correct ends, and the grip was also too short. Moreover, his counterparts adopting the disposition of trained troops was also against any common sense¡­ their line of defense was so thin, weren¡¯t they running with open eyes into their own death? This made the Duke a little confused. Even if the Prince has no common sense or any battle experience to speak of, he still has some knights and also his personal guards by his side, aren¡¯t they able to prevent him from making such a mess? Thinking about for a moment, the Duke decided that he would let the mercenaries lead the charge, while the cavalry would stand aside, and remain ready to start their charge at any moment. Of course, he would still send out a messenger, to try persuading the prince. ¡°Go over and tell the Prince that I don¡¯t have the intention of hurting him,¡± Duke Ryan said, ¡°but I still have an obligation the new King¡¯s order, they won¡¯t be harmed if they put their weapons down without resistance. On his way back to the King¡¯s City I will treat him according to the treatment of nobles.¡± Getting his army into formation was a very slow process, first was the cavalry, they went one after the other onto their positions, while the mercenaries were slowly taking their position at the fore. But at this moment, Duke Ryan suddenly saw four short flashes of fire in the enemy¡¯s camp ¨C first came a flash of light, then there appeared some smoke. He frowned, thinking that there might be something wrong. He even thought about taking out his binocular but then suddenly a series of thunder like noises exploded near to his ear! Chapter 115 Chapter 115 War for Border Town (Part 1) When the enemy finally entered his field of vision, Van¡¯er immediately noticed the heavily armed knights who were riding on huge horses, wearing bright and dazzling armor and slowly riding towards Border Town. It was usually the case that the rank of a knight was much higher than that of the common town¡¯s people, and when he was suddenly confronted with about one hundred of these, he had to take some deep breaths to calm himself. Van¡¯er felt how his palms became sweaty, it was just like the time on the wall when he had to face the demonic beasts for the first time, but this time he faced creatures that were the same species as himself ¨C the joined forces of Longsong Stronghold¡¯s Nobility. No, That¡¯s wrong. He angrily spat out and threw his former thought aside, You think they¡¯re the same as yourself? When have the nobles ever treated you as if you were of the same species as themselves? He asked himself mockingly. The only goal of their trip is to snatch Border Town away from us and bring the Northern Slope Mine back under their control. More importantly, they even intend to drive His Royal Highness out of the western territory, as a member of the First Army I cannot simply allow this. During yesterday¡¯s pre-war lecture, His Royal Highness had made it clear that Timothy Wimbledon, the brother of His Royal Highness, had conspired against the throne and in the end even killed his own father King Wimbledon III for it. Originally these happenings between the royalty and aristocracy, hadn¡¯t mattered that much to him ¨C Is there any difference for me if the King was to change? But now that Duke Ryan wanted to grasp this opportunity to take His Highness¡¯s territory away, this he now found totally unacceptable! When he thought about it, just how had his life been before His Highness had come to Border Town? If he was remembering correctly, the former Lord was actually a Count who had rarely shown himself. The acquisition of the furs was done by his personal guards who often used their weapons to lower the prices. And when the Months of the Demons arrived they would all flee to live in the slums of Longsong Stronghold and end up suffering during that whole time. But today, under His Highness¡¯ control the life in Border Town had become better and better, with changes being visible for everyone to see. Van¡¯er thought, for example, when the miners had achieved a higher output they would also receive a higher payment. And even after His Highness put this black machine into the North Slope Mine, the additional output had still counted for the miner¡¯s work. Whether it was when building the walls, or mining gravel everyone was paid on time. During this whole winter, there wasn¡¯t even one person who had frozen or starved to death. Of course, the biggest change was the implementation of the militia ¨C no, now it¡¯s called the First Army. Having them guarding the town, we commoners don¡¯t need to huddle together in these wooden sheds begging for others to give us food. If the Prince isn¡¯t here any longer, would the Duke still allow for the First Army to keep on existing? Van¡¯er took another deep breath and wiped his palms against his clothes. No, he certainly would not allow it. The nobles of the stronghold don¡¯t care for the lives of us commoners, it is exactly as His Highness had said before: Only an army composed of the commoners will be willing to fight for the lives of other commoners. Van¡¯er raised his head so that he could keep the left part of the sky inside his field of view, there in the distant he could see a small black dot circling around, when one was only taking a casual look, anyone would think it was actually just a large bird. But in truth, it was the artillery intelligence commander ¨C Lightning, who was using the trees growing on both sides of the road as cover while constantly observing the enemy¡¯s movements. When she flew back, Van¡¯er also noticed that as long as she did not take the initiative to fly over open areas, the people on the ground would only be able to see tree branches if they were to look upwards, so it was nearly impossible for them to detect that there was a witch that was flying over their heads. After a quarter of an hour, Lightning flew closer to their frontal position while flashing a green ribbon. This was signaling to them that the enemy had entered a range of 1000 meters and that they should prepare to start shooting. Van¡¯er didn¡¯t know how far the distance His Highness called ¡°1000 meters¡± was, but when he saw the green signal, he just subconsciously followed the rules of the comprehensive exercise, giving the command to load the cannon and adjust the angle. It didn¡¯t take the four groups of gunners a long time to complete their tasks, the canon angle was adjusted to the third setting while the gunpowder and the solid artillery shell were also inserted into the cannon¡¯s barrel. He had thought that after he had stood on the wall and fought against the demonic beasts he could regard himself as an experienced fighter and also thought that he was talented, but today he came to discover that there was still a huge distance between himself, Iron Axe and Brian. During the afternoon assembly, he¡¯d had great problems trying to calm his heart. But these two men, when they led their groups to the appointed area, they not only looked as if there was nothing special about today, no, he could even hear from Brian¡¯s voice just how eager he was to fight. But he himself until now was unable to calm himself. With a bit of shame in his heart, he had to acknowledge that even the Rodney brothers seemed to be acting better than his own performance. This thought made Van¡¯er feel very depressed. He nervously licked his lips and checked Lightning¡¯s position once again. But at this moment, the enemy¡¯s movement slowed down by a lot. ¡°What are they doing?¡± Rodney asked. ¡°That¡¯s currently unknown,¡± Cat¡¯ s Paw answered. ¡°For me, it seems like they are adjusting their formation? But they still look a little chaotic.¡± ¡°They are waiting for the other troops,¡± explained Jop with a slightly trembling voice, ¡°It¡¯s impossible for knights to fight alone, they always need a large number of people to follow them.¡° ¡°How do you know all this?¡± Nelson wasn¡¯t convinced. ¡°I have already seen it! A knight will always take along at least two squires, while there will be another dozen serfs who have to handle their foraging,¡± he began to count it off on his fingers, ¡°First, there is the Duke, as the Lord of Longsong Stronghold, he has at least a hundred knights, right? Then there is the light cavalry, who are at least three hundred people. Plus, the counts and viscounts who have their own territory¡­ Many more! And don¡¯t forget the mercenaries, they have all already tasted blood themselves, so they won¡¯t even blink as they kill you! They will do anything for money! While we only have three hundred people.¡± Actually, less than three hundred people, Van¡¯er corrected in his mind. We only have two hundred and seventy soldiers armed with weapons, according to His Highness¡¯s explanation it is because we lack in the area of production capacity. Now those who did not have guns of their own were sent to the artillery teams, they were to handle preparing the ammunition for the four cannons. When Van¡¯er discovered that they were a lot slower than his own group, he also felt a lot better. ¡°The mercenary, they¡¯re coming!¡± Jop cried out. Van¡¯er looked towards the enemy, there he could see a group with various kinds of armors taking the front in their battle formation, they did not ride, nor did they march in line, they just walked in small groups of twos or threes to the middle of the field. While the knights scattered to both sides, it seemed as they were giving up their position for the mercenaries. After a quarter of an hour, the Duke¡¯s allied forces were finally ready. At this time, a knight came riding out of the enemy¡¯s camp into the direction of Border Town. Van¡¯er became so nervous he almost gave the command to fire. What should I do? Van¡¯er looked once more at the sky, but he was still unable to discover Lightning, while the enemy was constantly coming closer while waving a white flag. ¡°He is the messenger sent by the Duke,¡± Jop muttered, ¡°He should be coming over, trying to persuade the Prince.¡± ¡°It¡¯s none of our business,¡± Rodney squatted down behind the canon and aligned his line of sight with the centerline of the barrel. ¡°Leader, we need to adjust the canon, most of the knights have left the impact zone.¡± During their previous practice with live ammunition, they were repeatedly taught, that the canon attack range was represented by the centerline of the barrel, so if they wanted to hit their target, they had to make sure that the target overlapped with the barrel¡¯s centerline. So the five men began at the same time to turn around the canon until the canon once more pointed in the direction of the knights. The messenger who had come in alone was then escorted by Carter to the back of their defense line, but Van¡¯er knew that this move of the Duke was just a waste of time, the Prince would never agree to surrender. Suddenly, Lighting abruptly flew in the direction of the defensive line, wildly waving a yellow flag in her hands. The yellow signal meant that the opponent had entered the 800m range, at this distance, they had the chance to hit the target with a solid projectile. It also meant, that as long as the gunner captain didn¡¯t prohibition firing, the gunner teams could fire at will. His other team members also noticed the signal, so they all looked into his direction, and after he nodded once he took a deep breath then shouted, ¡°Fire!¡± Chapter 116 Chapter 116 War for Border Town (Part 2) It was not the case that the knights could charge from the beginning at their fastest speed, after all, horses were limited by their physical endurance, so they were only able to maintain their fastest speed for a short period of time. At a thousand or eight hundred meters they would begin to gradually increase their speed until they reached five hundred meters away from their mark, only when they came within two hundred meters would they would start galloping. While in theory, the twelve-pound Napoleonic cannon had an effective range of up to 1,300 meters if it used solid shells. Maybe because it only had half the diameter than normal, Roland¡¯s cannon only had an effective range of a thousand meters. As a result, the furthest distance his artillery group were allowed to open fire at was at eight hundred meters. At this distance, reaching the target area could be guaranteed, while at the same time the cannon balls would also bounce forward after hitting the ground. Resulting in line damage, with a high chance to kill multiple targets with a single shot. In order to let the mercenary attack first, Duke Ryan had ordered his knight to step to the side ¨C letting them wait in an absolutely safe area, meaning an area where bows and crossbows were unable to reach the knights, but this distance was still close enough for an effective knight charge to be launched. Knowing of the low efficiency of the mercenaries, the knights were always ready to pull the horse¡¯s reins, waiting for any resistance in one place. However, like this, they became an almost fixed target, for the artillery group. But the Duke certainly did not realise that by the time he ordered his troops to step aside , that they had already stepped onto Roland¡¯s prepared battlefield. While the middle of the road might have been flat and spacious, both of its sides were crammed with leaves and with other vegetation. What seemed from afar to be just ordinary grass, was in truth actually thick vines covered by a knee-deep layer of weeds, it was like a road plastered with natural tripwire. If the cavalry wanted to start a flanking assault on the defensive line, they would only be able to move forwards with a very slow degree of progress. The thousand-meter distance was clearly marked on the ground, it may not have been visible for the people on the ground, but to Lighting flying in the sky, it was clearly visible. The battlefield was precisely divided into several segments, and every differently colored mark represented a different distance ¨C the enemy was now just a ruler moving about on a chess board, which permitted the artillery group to shoot without having to calculate the barrel¡¯s angle. They only had to go through the steps as they had implemented them during their training. The cannon of Van¡¯er¡¯s group was the first to roar with fury. A large amount of gas generated by the detonation of the gunpowder pushed the projectile outwards, and at the moment it flew out of the muzzle, it had already reached a speed of more than four hundred meters per second, so after two seconds, the shell had already almost reached the knights. Directly flowing through the group of knights and boring itself into the ground beside the road. Splashing soil and gravel into every direction and creating panic amongst the horses, one knight reacted a little too late and fell from his horse. The following next two shells also missed their target and only created a lot of dust. But the last group was able to get a lucky hit ¨C originally there was no one in its flight path, but a knight who was unable to gain back the control over his frightened horse happened to pass right into it. In front of this huge amount of kinetic energy, his armor existed in name only. The cannonball simultaneously pierced through the thin iron and human flesh, and after it bounced off the ground, it then hit another knight, cutting off his calf. Furthermore, it ended up penetrating through the horse¡¯s chest under the knight¡¯s hip and spreading its internal organs all over the ground. If the Knight were in their normal phase of attack, the artillery group would need to adjust the angle of their shot, but the sudden blow had apparently shocked the whole coalition of the Duke¡¯s forces. They didn¡¯t know what had hit them, how could they ¨C the shell was too fast to be seen with the human eye. So the knights didn¡¯t receive the command to attack, instead, they were still pacing back and forth in their original location, trying to appease their skittish mounts. It was once more Van¡¯er¡¯s group who was the fastest to complete the reloading process, starting the second round of shelling. The new weapon exposed just how fragile and soft the human body really was, once hit by a passing iron ball, could cause injuries which were unable to get ever be healed. But when the rider was directly hit by it, in addition to him losing several limbs, it would also splash blood everywhere. Only when they were hit by the second round of artillery shells, were they finally able to make out a vaguely black shape, while it was taking the lives of their companions. After the second round of shooting, the Duke was finally able to connect the fire and roaring sound in the enemy¡¯s camp with the indescribable strike against his unit. It seemed the other side had gotten its hands on an incredible weapon, with a range much farther than a crossbow, almost like one of the strongholds¡¯ trebuchets. Realizing this, the Duke immediately gave the order to sound the horns ¨C thinking that as long as they were able to come into close range, these long-distance weapons would also become useless. The knights, however, when hearing the horns, showed several kinds of reactions. Some of them really rushed into the direction of Border Town, but others were still fighting with their own horses, while a small part of the knights was retreating toward the rear of the battlefield. Together with the mercenaries swarming around, the whole scene quickly turned into chaos. When the attacking knights returned to the road, the artillery group suddenly became frantic, in addition, to clean up the barrel and reloading its ammunition, they also had to adjust their cannon. At this time, Lighting flew once more in the direction of the defense line, holding a red ribbon in her hands. The red signal meant that the enemy was approaching the five hundred meters line, at this distance, the artillery hit rate would reach more than eighty percent. Van¡¯er shouted: ¡°The shooting angle is correct! Quick, light the fuse, light the fuse!¡± When the deafening roar could be heard once more, he didn¡¯t even look to see if they had hit anything, instead, he immediately turned toward the ammunition distribution staff and shouted: ¡°canister, send in the canister shelling!¡± During the artillery training, His Royal Highness has repeatedly stressed the point, that when the red signal was hissed, even if the barrel was already loaded with solid shells, they should immediately shot and then reload with canister shells. In case that the barrel wasn¡¯t loaded, they should immediately fill it with canister shells, and then wait until the point where the enemy reached the three hundred mark. The canister shells looked like a tin filled with thumb-sized balls and sawdust. To produce the canister shells, they first bore a hole into the tin, then they filled it with balls and sawdust, and then they stopped it with a thin piece of wood. When Lighting finally showed the purple ribbon, the four artillery groups fired almost simultaneously. This was also Van¡¯er¡¯s first time using the canister shells ¨C according to His Royal Highness, the wounds induced by canister shells were very difficult to heal, so they only practiced the loading procedure. So today it was also his first time seeing the amazing killing potential of these special shells. Because of the huge pressure difference, the tin fractured into many pieces after it left the muzzle. The small iron balls inside of the tin fell like raindrops on the enemy, placing the knights three hundred meters away into the middle of a deadly metal storm, and turning the people and the horses into a bloody mist resembling the falling wheat as it was cut down. Some iron pellets after penetrating the knight¡¯s bodies still had so much kinetic energy left that even the knights standing behind them weren¡¯t able to escape either. The knights lucky enough to survive the storm finally entered into sprinting distance, while only having one thought in their mind ¨C that was to break through this thin line of defense, and massacre those cowards who were only able to hide behind those cruel weapons. Only a short amount of time was needed to cover the last hundred and fifty meters, the knights were already lowering their bodies, pushing the horses to reach their highest speed. However, this seemingly short distance of one hundred and fifty meters, turned into an uncrossable distance, the last round of firing of canister shells completely destroyed the last bit of their fighting will. In the range of one hundred meters, the solid iron balls were able to penetrate through as many as two to three people, turning the area in front of the cannon fire into a field of death. From the twenty knights riding at the forefront, almost none had been able to survive, the only difference between them lied in the amount of iron balls by which they had been hit. The knight¡¯s assault had completely collapsed. Because the fear created by the collapse of the knight¡¯s assault was so huge, the knights following attempted to turn around their horses wanting to flee the battlefield. When they saw the knights scatter the mercenaries weren¡¯t willing to take another step forward. They had always only been working for the money, but they immediately turned around when they saw how much they would have to pay. Now, at the moment of their retreat, they ran even much faster than they had during their attack. When the wave of their crushing defeat swept over the dukedom¡¯s allied forces, the situation soon became impossible to control. The crowd had only one thought left, they had to flee. There were people who fell and were trampled to death, no one took the time to care for others, they only hated themselves for not being able to grow another pair of legs. At this moment the melody of the Guerrilla warfare song resounded through the battlefield, and the lines of the infantry began to march in step, sweeping across the battlefield. Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Chase (Part 1) It was Carter¡¯s first time that he seeing a battle. A lineup of more than three hundred knights was unable to even scratch the edge of their defensive line, instead, they had been totally crushed. Until the end, they had failed to even enter into a range of fifty meters ¨C it was the hunter team¡¯s fire line, only when the enemy had come closer than fifty meters were they allowed to open fire. The four cannons had brought the enemy¡¯s assault to a complete halt at merely one hundred meters. Along the range of one hundred and fifty to one hundred meters, laid an orderly row of twenty bodies, it was as if they had run into a wall. And these men, like himself, belonged to the strongest category of fighters, Knights; otherwise, they would have never been able to control their horses under the sound of gunfire. In the end, Carter was glad that he wasn¡¯t one of them. He felt a faint hunch that the battles in the future would become very different, and it was only a matter of time, until Roland Wimbledon the master of such a powerful force would aspire to the throne and aim for kingship. When the members of the First Army saw the bloody battlefield, they became dizzy and began vomiting or had other adverse reactions. But this wasn¡¯t the reaction they would show if they had personally killed the enemy during close combat, the sense of deterrence brought on by killing someone over a long distance was much less when compared with killing someone with a knife, their reaction couldn¡¯t be counted as critical. Carter picked a set of people from his own team to pick up the severed limbs and put them back with the dead bodies, while still searching for the living people. The sun gradually fell behind the mountains, and when Carter looked at the blood-red sky, and the distant woods with its crying crows, he was suddenly hit by a dull and dreary feeling. The era of the Knights was over. ¡­ Even until now Duke Ryan was still unable to recover. He couldn¡¯t understand how it was possible that he had lost, even more to a line of defense as thin as a slice of onion skin, normally it would have been enough to poke it with just a finger to run through it, but today, it was his knights who fled like they had come face to face with the Devil. In truth, he couldn¡¯t even blame them because the assault was under the command of his elite knights. His personal guards had even to chop down several people so that the blindly fleeing mercenary didn¡¯t come close to the Duke¡¯s position. But he was unable to do anything else, no matter how much he shouted, he couldn¡¯t unite the defeated men once more. In desperation, even Duke Ryan had to retreat with the flow of fleeing people, and their mindless escape only stopped after they had crossed nearly ten miles. When the night came, the Duke chose a place close to the river bank to camp. Even after setting up torches to lead the separated knights and mercenaries back to their camp, most of their people were still missing. To make matters worse, the freedman had without any hesitation left in the carts with the food, so tonight they had to slaughter a few horses to serve as rations. The five nobles huddled together, within the camp¡¯s largest tent, looking with a fearful expression towards Duke Ryan, however even he wasn¡¯t in any better constitution. ¡°Who can tell me, what kind of new weapon it was that they had used? They are far better than crossbows, and they don¡¯t seem to be throwing the stones like with a catapult,¡± the Duke began to speak, while glancing at Rene, ¡±You also stood at the forefront, tell me what did you see?¡± ¡°My Lord, I¡­ couldn¡¯t see anything clearly,¡± Rene answered, ¡°I only know that every time this roar could was heard, our men would fall in batches, especially when it sounded for the last time, it seemed like the rushing knights had been hit by an invisible wall. Furthermore I also saw how their heads and arms were split from their bodies, it was just as if ¡­¡± he thought for a moment, ¡°we were like an egg dropped from the height of a city wall.¡± ¡°Was it the power of a witch?¡± Count earl whispered frightened. ¡°No,¡± answered the Duke, ¡°My knights were wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, so the power of a witch couldn¡¯t have hurt them! We weren¡¯t attacked by witches, in front of those stones, they are nothing more than an ordinary woman. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right, sir,¡± Rene suddenly spoke up, as though he was remembering something. ¡°Before I heard the loud bang, I saw how carts which stood in a row, they had a huge iron pipe, it emitted a red light and a cloud of smoke.¡± ¡°An Iron pipe? What red light and what smoke? Doesn¡¯t that sound like the ceremony barrel?¡± Count Elk asked with much doubt in his voice. The Duke, of course, knew what a ceremony barrel was. Previously they were only used by the King at the beginning of major celebrations, but today nearly every Lord would use them. Even he had two ceremony barrels made out of bronze in his castle, they were used to light up snow powder. But that sound when compared with today¡¯s breathtaking thunderous noise, couldn¡¯t be further apart. ¡°The ceremony barrels would never be able to kill knights,¡± Count Honeysuckle said. ¡°No matter what the Prince used, it was powerful enough to defeat us all. So what should we do next?¡± Hearing this, Duke Ryan glared in his direction, the sound of the word ¡°defeat¡± was especially ear-piercing. ¡°We haven¡¯t lost,¡± he insisted. ¡°A battle alone doesn¡¯t decide a war. We only have to reach the stronghold, there I can put another force together, while at the same time I will also cut off trade from the Shishui River.¡± Without any food supplement, Border Town wouldn¡¯t be able to survive for another month, and as soon as he dared to bring those villagers out, my knight will rush at them from all sides and in the end, defeat him. Eventually, the victory would become his, just as had he wanted, but the loss he had already suffered couldn¡¯t be made up with just such a small town¡­ his dream of taking over the North turned out to be only a bubble. Damn! If I will ever catch that Roland Wimbledon, I will have to make sure to cut him into a million pieces! ¡°But my Lord, the fleets crossing over the Shishui River aren¡¯t only coming from us, there are also ships from Willow Town, Fallen Dragon Ridge and Redwater City. If we cut everything off, wouldn¡¯t¡­¡± Count Honeysuckle clearly wasn¡¯t convinced. ¡°I will buy everything; it doesn¡¯t matter to whom they sell. As long as they receive their money they will be satisfied,¡± said the Duke with a frosty voice, ¡°Now everyone should head back to their own tent¡¯s and go to sleep, tomorrow morning we have to rise early and ride further down the road with the knights. Everyone who doesn¡¯t have a horse will stay behind to lead the mercenaries. No one is able to march during the night, even if the 4th Prince intends to pursue us. He can only start at dawn, the first enemy he will encounter will be the mercenaries, he thought, even if that group of trash collapsed on the first encounter, I still have many people left who will fight for me. During the whole of next day, the Duke didn¡¯t receive any news of the 4th Prince having caught up. In order to confirm the news, he sent his trusted aides to expand the search range, but they all returned with the same news. This finally let him feel a little relieved, most probably this new weapon has the same problem as our trebuchets, they are too heavy to be transported and can only be used in defense. Relying on only his bunch of miners with their sticks, he doesn¡¯t dare to act so reckless. By three o¡¯clock in the afternoon, the Duke had ordered his knights to stop for the day, waiting for the people behind him to catch up. Close to dusk, the mercenaries and freedmen were finally able to catch up with his remaining 66 knights. And they then all became busy setting up a circle of hastily erected tents. He only had to survive for the night, tomorrow he could rush and reach Longsong Stronghold ¨C then he would finally be safely behind his 30 feet high limestone walls, his hundreds of guards and the naturally formed moat. Even if the other side could use their new long-range weapon, he could just use the trebuchets placed behind the wall to counterattack. Against all this, the Prince couldn¡¯t win. But all day long the Duke had a constant feeling of discomfort, he constantly had the feeling that someone was staring at him from afar. Most probably it is just an illusion, he thought, I¡¯m might just be a little too nervous. The next morning, the Duke was awoken by the sound of gunfire. When he rushed out of his tent, he could see people everywhere who had covered their heads and were trying to sneak away like rats. Yet, from time to time he could still see a fountain of blood or sail splash into the sky. When he looked to the West, he could see the enemy lined up in their strange uniform, quietly standing outside his camp. At the moment there was only one thought in the Duke¡¯s head ¨C how had they caught up to us? How come they weren¡¯t detected by the knights that I¡¯ve sent out yesterday?! ¡°My Lord, you have to flee!¡± shouted a personal guard who was leading another horse at his side. This awoke Osman Ryan from his blanked state of mind, he immediately jumped on the back of the horse and followed his guard to the East. However, not long after they had left the camp, they saw another line-up of this strange force. Wearing the same kind of leather uniform, holding the same strange short stick in their hands and also standing in two neat rows, even their facial expression was nearly the same. Then the Duke once more heard that cheerful tune with its extremely rich rhythm, at the same time the Prince troops began to march at a neat pace, directly towards his direction. Chapter 118 Chapter 118 Chase (Part 2) Even though Roland had let the First Army train for two times a day, he had never let them march during the night. It was dangerous for an army to march during the night, they wouldn¡¯t be able to see the road, there was also the change that they could get attacked by wild animals or snakes, it was easy to get lost and if they used a torch they would become a natural target. So he had to wait until dawn the next day before he could let his army march, trailing the Duke¡¯s forces. In order to ensure the smooth succession of operations, the Prince decided to follow the First Army on the battlefield. Of course, compared with riding on a bumpy road and getting a sore bottom, he chose to rather take a ride on Little Town. After half a month of training Hummingbird was now able to lighten and transport a twelve-pound cannon for a fixed distance. Roland also took into account that the heavier the object the longer was the enchanting longer the process would take so he arranged for her to begin with the transformation at dawn. He also had to take into consideration that the first cannon had to be enchanted for the longest, and the remaining cannons would be enchanted in a descending duration order to ensure that the four cannons would lose their enchanting as close together as possible. Thanks to Hummingbird¡¯s ability, Little Town was now capable of carrying four cannons in one go as well as the corresponding members of their artillery teams. The huge cement boat was now full of people ¨C in addition to the artillery team and Roland, there were also Anna, Nightingale, Nana, Leaves, Echo, Hummingbird and Lord Pine on the boat. Lastly, there was also Wendy, she was responsible for providing the power and Brian acted as steering man. It could be said, that with the exception of Scroll, Soraya, Lily and Mystery Moon, who were all witches who couldn¡¯t fight, almost the whole nest had come out. Originally it hadn¡¯t been necessary for Anna to join them on the battlefield, but under the firm will shown in her eyes, Roland couldn¡¯t find it in his heart to let her stay behind in Border Town. Six troops of the First Army¡¯s gunner team were under the leadership of Carter and Iron Axe following the marks created by Lightning, who alone was responsible for keeping track of the enemy. This group of people was quietly marching behind the enemy, always keeping exactly outside of the scope of the enemy¡¯s scouts. At the moment Lightning became aware of the enemy¡¯s scouting activities, the army would immediately stop its forward motion. Along their road they were also able to capture a lot of scattered mercenaries and freedmen, but at the moment they weren¡¯t able to deal with the surrender of the enemy. So they had no other choice than to disarm them, so now there were other guards who didn¡¯t belong to the gunner team following together with them on the road. This was Roland¡¯s first time to guiding his ¡°Army¡± on mission of conquest, he was standing on Little Town¡¯s bow and feeling the morning breeze, while at the same moment also feeling enormously proud of his own success. ¡°What are you laughing at?¡± Anna suddenly appeared by his side, and was directly looking into his eyes she asked. ¡°Uhh¡­¡± Roland quickly put his smile away, ¡°Nothing.¡± ¡°Really?¡± She took out a handkerchief and gave it to him, ¡°You have saliva on your face.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland had the sudden impulse to jump into the water, ¡°Thank you.¡± When Lighting reported about the enemy¡¯s camp, the sun was already set. According to the information she gathered during her investigations, the enemy apparently showed the signs of walking away from a heavy defeat which resulted in the drop of their moral to the freezing point. When they set up their camp at dusk and sent their knights to scout, they couldn¡¯t wait to end their investigation and return to the camp, out of fear of not finding their way back in the dark. Roland¡¯s troops were stationed on the shore, two kilometers away from the Duke¡¯s army. All along the road, they didn¡¯t meet with any enemies, so the plan to wipe out the enemy was already half way successful. Now he only had to wait until the first light of the next day, and then while the enemy was still in the preparation phase their siege could begin. This was Roland¡¯s first time he was spending the night in the wild, and he was more inclined to sleep on Little Town than to meet all the reptiles which would run through the camp. The cannons parked on the ship and the inventory in the shed had already been emptied out and brought into the camp so that Little Town could become the temporary residence of the Prince. In addition to Roland, the other witches also stayed on board for overnight. The floor was covered by mattresses, and everyone was lying down shoulder to shoulder. Roland wanted to show modesty, but in the end, the witches were much less concerned about this matter than he was. With the exception of Anna, they had all faced a lot of hardship during their life, fleeing from place to place, so sleeping in the wild had become common for them. Soon, everyone was able to fall asleep, only Roland and Anna had difficulties sleeping. The former was so used to a soft bed, that he had some difficulties adapting to the deck¡¯s hard surface, while the latter didn¡¯t know what she should think, she ended up just turning to the side and watching Roland. However, when the Prince turned his head, Anna would always quickly close her eyes, pretending to be asleep, but in the moonlight, Roland could still see her eyelashes slightly jitter. If he wasn¡¯t afraid that the others would wake up from the noise, Roland would really want to pinch the tip of Anna¡¯s small nose, forcing her to open her eyes and then afterward hold her in his arms. In this manner, they both ended up being unable to sleep for very long. When the sky was still not light up, Roland began his plan to encircle the enemy¡¯s camp: He divided his army of two hundred and seventy into two teams, each group of them would be supported by two cannons. One of them was sent to the rear of the Duke¡¯s camp, around one kilometer down the Duke¡¯s path. Lightning was still responsible for monitoring the Duke¡¯s movements, but in addition to this, when the cannons were set in position, the little girl also had the instruction to inform Roland. The moment he received the signal, he would send Carter out together with the rest of the First Army to start storming the Duke¡¯s camp. To prevent the cement ship from drifting away from the correct route, Nightingale would step into her fog. After all, her black and white vision could also be used as night vision, so with her instructions, Brian was able to maneuver the ship as if it was the still the middle of the day. This process had been repeatedly practiced, and now everyone was able to do their part even with closed eyes. Wendy was once more in charge of the powering the sails, under her effort it was almost as if Little Town had become highly ambitious. In merely one hour all the troops had been placed into their positions and Iron Axe had taken over command of the interception team. Seeing this, Lightning flew above Carter¡¯s team, and showed them an orange flag. At this point, the first lights of a new day could be seen. And now the plan of encirclement and annihilation had finally stepped into its final part. Since Carter¡¯s team was only responsible for protecting the two cannons they didn¡¯t need to move forward, so Echo was assigned to work under Iron Axe¡¯s command. When Carter¡¯s team reached the camp they quickly moved the cannons into position and directed them towards the enemy¡¯s camp ¨C at this moment most of the enemies were still sleeping. With the typical roaring sound of the cannons, solid¡¯s shells crashed into the enemy¡¯s camp. This woke the knights and mercenaries who came rushing out from their tents, but they were already awaited by Carter¡¯s team, who were all quietly standing there in formation. With their former day¡¯s experience of defeat, no one even dared to challenge this seemingly thin line of defense, they only flocked together and tried to flee towards the East. Directly into the arms of the already waiting Iron Axe. When the enemy appeared his field of vision, the final stage for the moment of the Duke¡¯s annihilation had been set in motion. Echo began to play her music, and under the sound of her drums, the two neatly arranged lines started their move forward to the enemy ¨C in order to put some pressure on the Duke, Iron Axe had to take the initiative to attack and intercept the Duke. If they just stuck to their former place, the enemy would likely spur their horses and bypass them then escape into the woods. Duke Ryan had fallen into despair, he was unable to understand how the others were able to catch up and even overtake them. Should I just confess my failure and surrender? He wondered what Roland Wimbledon would do to a Duke who dared to draw his sword and attack a member of the royal family. Would he imprison him, would he send him into exile, but more than likely he would just send him directly to the guillotine. No matter what, the future of Longsong Stronghold would certainly have nothing to do with him. Seeing how the enemy had came closer step by step, as well as how from time to time the roaring sound and red fire of this fearful weapon would once more spread terror within his men, he knew if he didn¡¯t flee at this moment, he would never again have the possibility to escape. He only had thirty people left, so this really was his last chance. ¡°They cannot stop us,¡± the Duke shouted, ¡°as long as we cross the road, they won¡¯t be able to catch up with us, after all, they only have two legs, furthermore we are only half a day away from the stronghold!¡± The Duke then began to push his mount forward, unfortunately, not everyone had such a desperate spirit as himself. In the end, except for his personal guards, only some other people followed his assault. The Music stopped. The other side stopped at exactly the same time, as well as standing in a neat line like a wall. He then saw how the other side began to rise their strange sticks. When there was only around one hundred steps remained between the Duke and the human wall, he could hear one banging sound following after another. He then felt a piercing pain in his chest and abdomen, giving him the feeling like he was hit by a warhammer. Then came paralysis and the feeling of helplessness. His body began to fall backward, finally falling down from his horse. While falling, the Duke opened his mouth trying to say something, but no clear sound came out, he was only able to cough twice, then a strong sweetly smell entered his nose, and his throat was blocked by a sticky liquid. Then darkness began to surround him. Chapter 119 Chapter 119 Ransom (Part 1) Petrov Hull sat in front of his desk Subconsciously, he was playing with a piece of parchment he held in his hands ¨C it was the weekly delivery of the theater¡¯s afternoon program. If this were peaceful times, he would have chosen a good drama and let his housekeeper pay the deposit, afterwards sending an invitation to Aurelia. But he was unable to read even one word that was on the parchment. Today was the seventh day of the expedition, if everything had gone smoothly, his father should have already come back yesterday alongside the retinue of the Duke. Perhaps they were delayed during their journey, perhaps the horses had gotten tired and they¡¯d had to rest, or they might have taken an extra rest day in Border Town, right? He tried to comfort himself, but the feeling of uneasiness in his heart was slowly growning. The 4th Prince Roland Wimbledon had left a deep impression on him, Petrov couldn¡¯t understand why such an outstanding prince, would have received such a terrible assessment by the King. Bad character, dandyism, incompetence, ignorance and without having any learning or skills¡­ any of these evaluations didn¡¯t fit the Prince that he knew. Because of this, his anxiety only became stronger. He feared that the Duke would lose against the Prince. ¡°Master Petrov,¡± his housekeeper shouted, ¡°there is a letter that has just arrived from the stronghold.¡± A letter from the stronghold? ¡°Bring it to me,¡± Petrov ordered. Even before he had opened the cover, he was already stunned by the identity of the sender. This letter had been written by the 4th Prince! ¡°Duke Osman Ryan used military forces to attack a territory under the King¡¯s rule, trying in vain to start a rebellion. Furthermore, the Duke was already executed on the battlefield, and now the Longsong Stronghold is once more under the rule of the Kingdom.¡± Had the duke lost? His heart sank when he began to read further. ¡°With exception of the die-hard members of the Duke¡¯s guard, the most of the others had pleaded guilty. Normally treason against the royal family would be punished by death, but because of the His Highness¡¯ kindness, only the leader was put to death for his evil crimes, however the others still cannot be pardoned. So the rest of the rebels will be handled in accordance with the war customs and will be held until their freedom can be bought. The Longsong Stronghold¡¯s castle will be used as exchange point, the following people on this list¡¯s freedom can be bought.¡± The document was extremely awkward phrased. It was not written with the diplomatic turn of phrase, but it was still able to express its meaning clearly ¨C the Duke¡¯s rebellion had failed, and if they wanted to free the prisoner they would have to offer money in exchange. When Petrov¡¯s read the names on the following list, he saw that his father¡¯s name was impressively written in the first line. ¡°Hedee!¡± He shouted the housekeeper¡¯s name, ¡°Prepare the carriage, I¡¯m going to strongholds¡¯ castle!¡± ¡­ The territory of Count Honeysuckle laid to the east of the stronghold, so when Paul arrived at the castle area, it was already half an hour later. The Lord¡¯s castle was full of the members of the ¡°militia¡± who he had never seen before ¨C they weren¡¯t wearing any shiny armor, neither were they wearing any cloaks or bands, instead they held a strange baton in their hands, with a kind of spear on the top. They just stood there in two neat and tidy rows, with their heads high and their chests out, simply expressing their power in their imposing manner. After he identified himself, Petrov was allowed access to the gardens and he was then lead by a guard towards the castle¡¯s Grand Hall. This was a place he had already visited many times before, but when he entered it today, it was like he was entering a completely new territory. All the guards standing in the corridors were ones he had never seen before, no one smiled at him after he greeted them, they just stared back blankly. He was stopped by a knight before the entry door of the hall. ¡°State your name.¡± ¡°Petrov Hull,¡± Petrov answered slightly unhappily, he didn¡¯t like the other one¡¯s interrogatory tone, and so he emphasized, ¡°For you, it¡¯s Lord Hull.¡± ¡°I see,¡± it seemed like his counterpart didn¡¯t accept that statement as being the truth, instead he just looked at the parchment in his hand, ¡°Shalafi Hull, Count Honeysuckle is your¡­¡± ¡°Father.¡± ¡°I¡¯m Carter Lannis, The Chief Knight of the 4th Prince. Please come with me to the side room first, we need to check if you have any weapons hidden on your body.¡± After a thorough search, only Petrov¡¯s God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was taken away by the guards. ¡°That¡¯s not a weapon,¡± Petrov reminded. ¡°Of course not,¡± the knight nodded. ¡°We will return it to you after the meeting. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn¡¯t say another word. They really will give me the stone back? His God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was one of the strongest kinds, with a worth of at least fifty gold royals, so he couldn¡¯t believe that the other side wouldn¡¯t replace it with a defective stone. That isn¡¯t important, he thought, I will just take it as part of the ransom. When he finally entered the hall, he saw the 4th Prince sitting on the throne writing something down. When the prince raised his head, he had a startled expression on his face, but then he laughed, ¡°We met once again, Mr. Ambassador.¡± It was still the familiar face and tone, letting Petrov feel a little more relaxed, so he gave him a bowing salute, ¡°I present my regards to you, Your Royal Highness.¡± ¡°Sit down,¡± said Roland, raising his hand to offer him his seat, ¡°In all likelihood, you want to know what happened. I can tell you that your father was not hurt, he was the first to surrender.¡± ¡°Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness,¡± Petrov said quickly. ¡°I do not know how much ransom Your Highness will want, as long as my father can be let out, I will immediately send all of our money to you.¡± ¡°I do not need money,¡± Roland shook his finger. ¡°I want livestock and people.¡± It was normal to want livestock, and even fifty years ago, when the conflict between the Lords had ended, most of the time the loser had to pay for cattle and sheep, stories like this was something he had often times read in books. But¡­ People, what would that mean? ¡°Your Royal Highness, cattle, sheep, horses, of those the Honeysuckle territory has a lot of, as for people¡­¡± ¡°Very simple, I¡¯m in need of bricklayers, masons, carpenters, farmers, serfs and so on,¡± the Prince handed him a scroll, ¡°You can pay us according to the numerical conversion above, as long as you can reach the total number of three thousand it will be enough.¡± He smiled, conveniently, it was this Count from whom he had caught the most knights, so he also had to pay the highest ransom.¡± Petrov spread the scroll at the table. Written on it were the names of all kinds of domesticated animals and the profession of people, followed by a number, such as: cattle 3, sheep 2, mason 10 and the like, he immediately understood the meaning of all this. A value of three thousand was the same as a herd of one thousand cattle or 300 masons were only enough to redeem his father. Of course, his territory wasn¡¯t able to provide so many cattle and masons. But with this paper, he had so many possible combinations of items, so many choices. As a noble who had to work daily with trade, Petrov instantly realized, how much finesse had been put into this list. Just a few days would be enough to calculate the optimal solution for the minimum costs for his territory which would still meet the requirements of three thousand points. ¡°Your Royal Highness, I can¡­¡± ¡°One day, you only have one day,¡± Roland stretched out his index finger, ¡°This only means that you have to make your choice in one day, after all, you can¡¯t gather so many people and animals in three to four days. But I can¡¯t always stay here, at most I will stay here for a week, then I will leave.¡± ¡°One day it is¡­¡± Petrov suddenly got so shocked that he stared at Roland with large eyes , ¡°Wait, you just said¡­ that you want to leave?¡± What does this mean? If the Prince didn¡¯t lie in the letter, then the Duke has already died on the battlefield. With this Longsong Stronghold now belonged to His Highness. But now he was actually saying that he wanted to leave, why would he want to return to that small and broken down Border Town? No, that was beside the point! The key point was that if His Royal Highness went away, who would manage this magnificent city? His mind became a stormy sea, would one of the Duke¡¯s children inherit the throne? When he thought through everything that he knew, this didn¡¯t seem to be a possibility, after all, it would only be a question of time until they build up a new force to avenge their father? In addition to the Ryan family and the other five noble families, were there any others who could take over? ¡°Yes,¡± Roland nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll take the ransom and then I will return to Border Town.¡± Petrov¡¯s mind was suddenly filled with an outrageous idea, and the moment he had thought of it, he was unable to suppress it. ¡°Your Royal Highness,¡± Petrov began, then he had to swallow and was only able to whisper. ¡°Excuse me, is there also a numerical value which can ¡®redeem¡¯ Longsong Stronghold?¡± Chapter 120 Chapter 120 Ransom (Part 2) Hearing this question, Roland looked at Petrov in interest, and then laughingly said: ¡°You¡¯re the first person to ask me that.¡± He then took his cup and drank from it, afterward stated explaining in a casual tone, ¡°There is no doubt that Longsong Stronghold belongs to me. It¡¯s still mine, even while I¡¯m not here. But, I do need a man, or a family, to supervise the stronghold for me, so you should not be asking for a ransom, but rather for a ¡®Representative¡¯s Fee.¡± Representative¡­ Petrov was no stranger to this word, as a sharp-eyed businessmen they would always fix their aim on increasing the output of their territory, but all the peddling nobles didn¡¯t really have the time or would express disdain for this sort of work, so in the end they could look for others to sell their goods to. In order to obtain that right, the merchants had to pay a sum in advance, as a deposit. ¡°How many gold royals would you want?¡± After asking, he took a deep breath to trying to calm himself down. ¡°This would be a long-time deal, so it wouldn¡¯t be over with just one payment,¡± Roland paused, ¡°Every Month you have to pay 30% of the stronghold¡¯s tax revenue, as well as a material worth of 1000 points, everything else would be for yourself.¡± That doesn¡¯t sound excessive, Petrov thought, as long as I could get complete control over Longsong Stronghold, so it seems that even the Prince can be fair. But first I have to confirm that the Prince isn¡¯t actually joking, that he really is willing to go through with this. This would really be a golden opportunity; Petrov was completely hooked. I and the Prince aren¡¯t mortal enemies, since the Duke has completely failed, his children will also be deprived of their right of inheritance. Even the coalition of six noble families can¡¯t defeat the Prince, who can prevent him from taking over the Western territories? To join the stronger side is one of the basic principles of the continuation of one own nobility, if I can gain the approval of His Highness before the other four families even know of it, House Honeysuckle will become the strongest family within the Western territories. ¡°Your Royal Highness, why don¡¯t you want to stay in Longsong Stronghold? The castle has so much more to offer than Border Town does.¡± ¡°What you really want to ask is, why I don¡¯t want to manage Longsong Stronghold myself, right?¡± Roland looked slightly embarrassed, ¡°There are many reasons, for example, the power structure would get so entangling that I would have to spend too much time and effort trying to straighten out the relationships between each of them. Furthermore, don¡¯t forget the profit, as a local nobleman, I think you or the others would know better than I do how to really govern this territory, so this would become a win-win deal. Besides, there a plenty of other reasons, you may start thinking about it when you go back.¡± The prince played with the silver cup in his hands, ¡°Oh that¡¯s right, in the case that I would select you as a representative, I also won¡¯t have to fear that you will come to build a force trying revenge the Duke, right? ¡± ¡°Of course not, Your Royal Highness!¡± although the last question came a little unexpected, Petrov was still able to answer it immediately. Since the Duke is gone, the first thought in the other five nobles¡¯ minds will be how they can come to take over his territory, regarding matters such as revenge, who cares? But Petrov also knew the reasons the Prince had given him weren¡¯t his actual reasons. ¡®The power structure would be too complex¡¯, ¡®it would be difficult to straighten them out¡¯? In face of his overwhelming force, he could just use his power to destroy any idea of building a resistance. But even so, in just one or two years, all the other nobles will already have forgotten the loser¡¯s name, the same will happen to Duke Ryan. But during this period of two years, it¡¯s absolutely impossible to transform Border Town into such a big city like Longsong Stronghold. His Royal Highness must have a deeper intention. ¡°That¡¯s good to hear, then the city¡­¡± ¡°I am willing to act as your representative, Your Highness,¡± blurted Petrov out, but not much later his expression became hesitant once again, ¡°But, King ¨C no, I mean your brother does not necessarily agree with this result. In case he assigns a new Duke to this territory, I won¡¯t be able to fight against the King. ¡°There is no need for you to fear a confrontation,¡± Roland said and threw two letters in front of him. ¡°Look at this, this documents I¡¯d found in the former Duke Ryan¡¯s study.¡± When Petrov quickly swept his gaze over the content of the letters, he couldn¡¯t help to gasp in shock. The first letter looked like was sent to the Duke by a spy, it seems like the new King and the Queen of Clearwater have fought a big battle in and close to Eagle City, and the result ended up as a major loss for the King? The second letter was even more horrifying, even so, it was only half written, it was still clear that Duke Ryan wanted to annex the North. The idea of becomingindependence was clearly revealed. The letter wasn¡¯t finished and it was furthermore unknown to whom he wanted to send it. But Petrov still understood immediately what His Highness wanted to tell him ¨C there was no need for him to resist because the new King had already enough problems on his own. Otherwise, the Duke would have never dared to declare his independence. With his elite knights, he was already invincible in the Western territory, the only difference to the King¡¯s Knights laid in their numbers. The secret letter could have been forged, but the second parchment was indeed written with Osman Ryan¡¯s handwriting, so unless the prince found a witch that could mimic the writing of others¡­ For a short moment, he thought about this possibility only to immediately dismiss this speculation again. The Prince had no reason to try to deceive him, implementing someone as his representative wasn¡¯t one-sided, if his representative was unable to rule over the stronghold, the Prince would also not profit from the deal. Moreover, every Duke assigned by King Timothy would become an enemy of the Prince. If he wanted for House Honeysuckle to stay above the other four noble families, he had to rely on the support of the Prince, and on the other hand, in order to ensure that everything was handled in his interest, the Prince would also have to make sure that the Hull Family wouldn¡¯t get challenged. When he had thought everything through, Petrov slowly stood up and bowed towards Roland, ¡°The Hull family is willing to serve you.¡± ¡°Well,¡± the latter nodded, ¡°but it¡¯s not up to you to decide, I¡¯ll have to ask you some questions first.¡± ¡°Your Highness, please.¡± ¡°What are you going to do with those who are against you?¡± ¡°How much do you estimate the monthly tax revenue will be? Also, how would you guarantee that you can pay a thousand points each month?¡± ¡°In the case that I request you to vigorous expand the trade and commerce sector, what would you do? ¡°¡­¡± Petrov had thought that His Highness would take this opportunity to gather as much information about the other Lords of the Western territory, he had never expected that the other side would ask such weird questions, in the end, this were almost all only questions about his policy, means, and his general business knowledge. After he having all of these questions asked of him, Petrov put his mind into answering them one after another, along with his answers, His Highness¡¯ expression also became more and more satisfied. Finally, the Prince clapped his hands and said, ¡°Well, that will be enough for today. When you have calculated how to redeem the value of 3000 points, you can come back and free your father, rest assured, during these days I will properly entertain him. ¡°Your Highness, that representative¡­¡± ¡°Will be announced another day.¡± Roland gave one of his knights the signal to see him out. When Petrov left the hall, he had much to think about, he got his God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation back from Carter ¨C it was still the same brightly shining blue stone, it seems the value of fifty gold royals wasn¡¯t much. * ¡°What can you tell me?¡± Roland turned his view to Nightingale who stand beside him. ¡°Oh, basically everything he said was the truth,¡± she shrugged, ¡°he was much more sincere than the several Ladies and Gentlemen you have previously talked to. That said, is it right to tell everyone the same story? Furthermore, showing them those letters, all of them are confidential. ¡°Not to everyone,¡± the Prince looked down at the list in his hands, ¡°They were all from the five noble families, only those big nobles are suitable to manage Longsong Stronghold in my stead. If their power is not strong enough, even if I was to give them this position, they wouldn¡¯t be able to run this stronghold, in the end, there would only be a lot of infighting. As for the news that Timothy Wimbledon was defeated by Eagle City, that¡¯s not really a secret so to say. Sooner or later the news would spread through the whole Kingdom of Graycastle, for me it¡¯s even better that it spreads a little faster. But the content of this news was just perfect for me, he thought, if the 2nd Prince wasn¡¯t defeated, I¡¯m afraid that I would have to spend a lot of time to hold him back ¨C and even if he tried to use force, the results may not have been so beautiful. ¡°So¡­ will you choose him?¡± ¡°If nothing else happens,¡± Roland said with a smile, ¡°he was the first one who took the initiative to ask by himself, the subjective initiative has always been the most important quality of the employees. Furthermore, I would never expected that there would be someone within the five families who is so well versed in the field of administration and trade. I have thought that they would only know how to ride and kill.¡± When he found the name of Petrov Hull on the list, he gently scratched a circle around him. Chapter 121 Chapter 121 Looting When he had talked to all of the five noble families, Roland felt slightly relieved. When he leaned back into the chair, Nightingale took the initiative to step behind him, putting both her hands on his shoulders and began to massage them. From the moment of defeating the Duke, up until he had taken over the Lord¡¯s Castle, had needed merely one day. Things were going much smoother than he had initially thought, the moment after the Duke had died, most of the people had chosen to surrender. For mercenaries, it was more usual to change their sides during the war, so they just kneeled on the ground, saying that they were willing to fight for the prince. So the mercenaries became responsible for guarding over the surrendered knights and nobles, while the First Army was responsible for guarding the mercenaries. Like this, the big group moved further towards to the east, and in the afternoon at 3 p.m. they finally arrived at Longsong Stronghold. When the guards saw the head of the dead Duke and the other captured nobles, they had immediately opened the gate, letting the 4th Prince into the city. Roland didn¡¯t wait until all the nobles were gathered, giving them the chance to welcome him with great fanfare and to declare him as new City Lord, instead he immediately left for the Lord¡¯s Castle. The castle was placed in the middle of the city and looked like a city within the city. When he entered the castle area a small skirmish broke out, Nightingale had to use an explosion cachet to blow open the entrance to the flower garden. Within the garden, more than twenty guards loyal to the old Duke tried to stop Roland from stepping in, but they all were quickly killed by the First Army. However the guards had still been able to use their hand crossbows, resulting in five injuries of which two had been seriously injured, fortunately Nana had come along with the military operation and had quickly been able to heal them. In the meantime, ten personal guards used this opportunity to take the rest of the Duke¡¯s family to flee through the backdoor, but they were still spotted by Lightning and were captured soon afterwards. The Duke¡¯s wife and her two sons hands were tied and were waiting to be judged ¨C even now they were still in the dark, ignorant of the fact that the Duke had been defeated. When Roland gained control over the Lord¡¯s Castle, Border Town¡¯s First Army immediately swarmed out and took over the castle district. When comparing the Lord¡¯s Castle in Longsong Stronghold with the castle in Border Town, Roland had to admit that the stronghold¡¯s castle had a much more magnificent shape. It had a hexagonal outline with six watchtowers on its wall, and a five-story high tower in the middle ¨C during this era it was really rare to build places that were this high. Within the castle grounds, there were also the residences of the castle¡¯s inhabitants, warehouses, stables and everything else they needed, the Duke even had his own personal prison under the castle¡¯s basement. He put the valuable prisoners like the Duke¡¯s family into this exact prison, the civilians were all freed, while the mercenaries had their weapons confiscated and placed into the castle garden or it¡¯s free rooms. At the same time he also picked out some leaders and paid them to keep watch themselves ¨C in Roland¡¯s eyes, the Northern Slope Mine would be the best destination for these opportunistic people, but at the moment he still had more important things he had to do. Until now, he had still to do the most important task after a battle ¨C which was commonly known as looting the corpse. Roland together with a witch kept looking over everything over and over again inside of the castle, he hadn¡¯t even let go of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation he had found in the vault. After they had searched through everything, the gain was really impressive. Just within two boxes they had discovered in the basement, he found already more than 10.000 gold royals alone. Within a hidden chamber in the bedroom Nightingale discovered several scores of eyeball sized gems. Echo found another chamber hidden behind the fireplace, which wasn¡¯t only filled with a variety of gold crafts, such as the scepter, the crown, etc., there were also many pieces of dazzling jewelry, neatly hung on the wall on a wooden frame. This were all the Duke¡¯s personal financial resources! When Roland saw all this great wealth in front of him and compared it with the five hundred gold royals he had gathered in the last two season, his heart was filled with myriads of regrets. He wasn¡¯t prepared for how alluring the feeling of looting was, if he didn¡¯t come from a highly developed industrial era, he most probably would have kept everything for himself. But now he could only sigh with sorrow, he had to think of the greater picture. In the foreseeable future, the working population in the Border Town would increase substantially, and before he could develop his territorial agriculture, he would need to import large amounts of grain from other sources. So all the treasure was stored into boxes and were lightened by Hummingbird, then under the protection of Iron Axe and several personal guards, they were brought back to his own castle storage in Border Town. With the time included to enchant everything, the delivery would take around three days. Because of this, after the second day Roland no longer took in gold royals as ransom. Eating the Duke had brought him many benefits, and now he only needed more living people and animals. ¡°Your Highness, do you really only want to stay here for a week?¡± Asked Nightingale. ¡°What?¡± Roland had closed his eyes, enjoying the tingling burst coming from his shoulders. ¡°This is the largest city in the West, right?¡± She whispered, ¡°compared to Border Town, why don¡¯t you want to stay in this more prosperous place?¡± ¡°The power structure in Longsong Stronghold is tangled and complicated, it isn¡¯t suitable for doing what I want to do. And with my plan, we would keep the status quo, what isn¡¯t so bad. If I want to change it, the resistance I would encounter would only become larger, and if I would use cruel ways they would lump together trying to sweep me away.¡± Roland smiled and said, ¡°Of course the most important part is, that the people here in the stronghold are deeply affected by the church, so it would become difficult to get the people to accept you. I have once said, that I hope that the witches will be able to walk freely through the streets, and in Border Town, this is now possible.¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Nightingale said softly, ¡°you have already fulfilled your promise.¡± * Early on the third day, Petrov brought in his list in a hurry, and as usual Roland received him in the hall. ¡°Your Highness, I have made my decision.¡± ¡°I will take a look.¡± Said Roland and received the list from him. And just like he had expected, on top of the list with the biggest amount of needed points were serfs with the value of 2, about 800 people, also 100 cattle and 300 sheep for a total of 900 points, the rest were paid with all kinds of craftsmen. ¡°Your Royal Highness, is this acceptable?¡± ¡°Of course, you only had to scrap 3000 points together,¡± Roland returned the list to him, ¡°By when will you be able to gather all these people and supplies?¡± ¡°Today will be possible, at least in the case of the people and other properties they will stay in the Honeysuckle territory, but Your Highness, if you want to bring them back with you to Border Town, it may take about two weeks¡¯ time. ¡°It¡¯s up to you to organize the transport to Border Town,¡± said Roland, tapping the table. ¡°As a merchant, you should have the experience of organizing a caravan.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Petrov hesitated for a moment, ¡°Then my father¡­¡± ¡°You can take him back with you today,¡± said the Prince laughingly and handed him a parchment scroll. ¡°If you think there is no problem with it, just sign it and imprint your thumb onto it.¡± ¡°This is¡­ the representative¡¯s contract?¡± Petrov only had read the beginning and then he spoke agitated. ¡°Do you really promise to grant the right to govern over Longsong Stronghold to the Honeysuckle Family? Please wait for a moment.¡± He spread out the scroll and began to read the contract carefully. Seeing that Petrov showed caution Roland nodded with satisfaction ¨C as a collaborator, paying attention to the contracts is the most basic requirement. After a while, Petrov raised his head, ¡°This contract and what you told me yesterday, is basically the same, but there is one thing¡­¡± He pointed to the end of the contract, ¡°Your Royal Highness, shouldn¡¯t I write my father¡¯s name here? The Count is after all the representative of my family. Roland smiled, ¡°Of course not, it was you, not your father, who talked with me about the post as representative, so it¡¯s naturally to write your name at the end of the contract.¡± For a moment Petrov became startled, he couldn¡¯t believe what he had heard so he asked: ¡°Your Highness, you don¡¯t mean that ¨C ¡± ¡°Yes, you will take over the place of the Duke and rule over the stronghold,¡± Roland nodded. ¡°If you¡¯re able to fulfill the contract, you can continue to rule over the city even after I became the King.¡± Here he paused and smiled, ¡°But if you break the contract, you will meet the same end as the Duke ¨C since I was able to break into Longsong Stronghold once, there is no problem to do it for a second time. Let¡¯s work well together, Mr. Ambassador.¡± Chapter 122 Chapter 122 Father and Son The dungeons of the castle were not so dark and wet as the prison of Border Town, maybe the Duke didn¡¯t want to turn his basement into a haunted house, or smell the nauseating stench as soon as he descended the stairs. Generally speaking, the dungeon was still relatively clean. The cells were also differently decorated accordingly to its grade, some were empty, some were not only decorated with a bed, they even had a wardrobe, a desk and chandeliers were also readily available. Probably the cells were also a place for the Duke to keep some of the nobility, so the basic etiquette had to be guaranteed. Roland also found a special cell in the corner, within it stood a large bed taking more than half the room, there were also chains hanging down from the ceiling, but the chain for the neck and hands were wrapped in layers of sheepskin and on the wall hung a variety of whips. It seems that Duke Ryan had also done conducted research in some areas, he thought, it¡¯s a pity that I have to leave in a few days, so I cannot analyze it carefully. As the most valuable prisoner, Lord Hull was naturally in the best cell. If someone didn¡¯t focus on the external iron railings, they could think this was a luxury bedroom. Furthermore, he also had to share the room with Count Maple Leaf, Viscount Wolf, the eldest son of the Wild Rose Family and the second son of the Elk Family, together with the Ryan family these were the six ruling family of the Longsong Stronghold ¨C of course, the Ryan Family had been destroyed by Roland, so his wife and his sons were kept in a cell next door. When the other people saw that the Prince had appeared in the dungeon, the nobles stood up, not waiting for them to start their questioning, Roland began first: ¡°I will take Count Honeysuckle with me, so you can come out. As for the rest of you, we are still waiting for the ransom, the moment they pay I will let you out.¡± ¡°Father,¡± shouted Petrov at the moment when he saw him, then he glanced at his friend, and then to Roland, ¡°Your Highness, I didn¡¯t see the name of Count Elk on the list, if he died on the battlefield, the eldest son of the Elk Family should be now the head of the family, but at the moment he isn¡¯t at home, so there is no one who could take over this job and Rene cannot be redeemed. But if you let him out, he could go home and organize his self-redeeming? I am willing to give a guarantee for him.¡± ¡°Do you mean the eldest son of the Elk Family, Jacques Medde?¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°He already came back. Not only did he come back to the stronghold, no he even came to the castle yesterday, but¡­ I don¡¯t believe he will pay the ransom.¡± Hearing this, Rene dashed to the front of the cage, ¡°Why?¡± ¡°He said since you didn¡¯t protect your father on the battlefield, it was the same as you being his executioner.¡± ¡°Why did he say this, the one who killed our father ¨C¡± Rene immediately closed his mouth. Roland didn¡¯t take his outburst seriously ¡°What you wanted to say, that it was obviously me who killed the count, right?¡± He went in front the cage. ¡°Previously to the Months of the Demons, your father sent intruders into my castle, trying to burn my food reserves,¡± said Roland. ¡°And now he followed the Duke onto the battlefield, taking his knights to attack my territory. I merely started a counterattack, to repel the invaders. But now I¡¯m the murderer? Shouldn¡¯t it be Duke Ryan who had ordered your father to act be the one who gets condemned? In addition, if it were not for Hills¡¯s statement that you did not know anything about the attempt to burn my food, you would already be a dead man by now.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Rene was left speechless. ¡°Your Royal Highness,¡± Petrov asked, worried. ¡°If his brother doesn¡¯t pay the ransom for him, will you kill Rene?¡± ¡°No that won¡¯t be the case, after all, I¡¯m always kind,¡± Roland grinned, ¡°Most probably I will take him with me to Border Town, there he will work twenty years in the North Slope Mine to redeem himself.¡± ¡°How much is his ransom?¡± ¡°As a second son, he has no chance to inherit the title, the price for him is much smaller than for Count Honeysuckle, as long as someone pays a value of 1000 points in materials he can go.¡± Roland looked at him with interest, ¡°How is it? Do you want to pay the ransom for him?¡± ¡°What value, a thousand gold royals?¡± Count Honeysuckle interrupted their talk. ¡°Your son will inform you later of what it means,¡± the Prince gave them the signal to move, ¡°Come on, there is nothing for us to do down here. Since he is the second son of the Elk Family there is no need to rush it for a while yet, so you can go back and then slowly consider it.¡± The entire group finally left the prison, when they came to the gate of the castle, the Count suddenly stopped, ¡°Your Royal Highness, I know Duke Ryan acted sinfully and it¡¯s unforgivable, but¡­ His wife and son are innocent.¡± ¡°Perhaps,¡± Roland couldn¡¯t deny his words, ¡°I did not intend to sentence them to be exiled or to hang them and so on. I will just take them with me to Border Town and place them into the prison there.¡± Until the day I ascend the throne, he thought. Now it is not the time to be benevolent to a woman. Even if they aren¡¯t guilty, he would get no benefits if he was to release them, furthermore, he would only bring another source of problems to himself ¨C after all, the eldest son has had legal right of succession. * ¡°What did you just say?¡± asked Shalafi Hull disbelieving and stared with open mouth at Petrov. ¡°His Royal Highness doesn¡¯t intend to live in Longsong Stronghold, and furthermore he even wants you to govern the stronghold for him?¡± When they were back to Count Honeysuckle¡¯s castle, Petrov immediately told his father everything that had happened during the last three days, when the other one heard about the representative¡¯s contract, the Count couldn¡¯t bear to wait for another confirmation. He jumped up and walked through the study in circles, obviously feeling a very complicated emotion. ¡°Father, are you all right?¡± Asked Perot worriedly. ¡°So it seems that our opponents are mainly Elk Family. Compared to them, the other three have neither the heritage nor the strength, so they shouldn¡¯t be a problem for us.¡± ¡°What?¡± He couldn¡¯t follow what his father meant. ¡°You¡¯re such a disappointment,¡± said the Count, ¡°You really let me down, His Highness gave you such a good chance, but even now you haven¡¯t figured out who your opponents are.¡± ¡°Uh, aren¡¯t you surprised?¡± ¡°You mean the fact that the Prince insists on going back to Border Town? Of course, I also think it¡¯s strange,¡± the Count grasped his beard, ¡°But his reasons have nothing to do with us, for us it¡¯s only important that the contract is true.¡± This is indeed the case, Petrov thought, I cannot believe that His Highness would go through all this trouble only to make fun of me, as for why he loves to live in Border Town, later I will have enough time to find out the true reasons. But I would never have thought that my father¡¯s ability to accept the new circumstance was this strong. ¡°Did I hear it right, is that Meede boy your friend?¡± Shalafi suddenly stood in front of Petrov, ¡°Tomorrow, you will go over and redeem him.¡± ¡°You agree that I spend a thousand gold royals to redeem him?¡± Petrov got startled. ¡°Think about it, Count Elk died and the eldest son doesn¡¯t want to redeem the second son, and during the battle, with the exception of a few knights, they had almost no losses. Once Jacques Medde took over the title, he will try to hinder your success in the future¡­ No,¡± said the Count, ¡°Why Jacques did not want didn¡¯t want to redeem Rene is because he is afraid that the other will be a threat him.¡± Alright, it turns out this was the true reason, Perot smiled in his heart. But he also knew that his father was correct, Rene had grown up with swords and spears, furthermore, he was much closer to the knights within their territory, unlike Jacques the eldest son, who doesn¡¯t have the body and air of a Lord, instead he preferred the debauched life of a noble. Although Rene had repeatedly shown that he wanted to be a knight, but that was the time where he had no chance to inherent. But now that the Count was dead, who could guarantee that he wouldn¡¯t ask for the help of the other knights, who could kill the eldest son for him? So why redeem a person who would later become a problem to himself, Jacques¡¯s decision was very simple and ruthless. ¡°My friend would never do that,¡± he assured. ¡°Perhaps, but after you have redeemed him, Jacques will get a headache, whether he has any intention of doing so or not.¡± Shalafi further explained, ¡°As for the materials worth 1000 points, we can just choose some more craftsmen.¡± ¡°When I prepared the ransom for you, I have already transferred some of our craftsmen, and in the case, I will now transfer even more, we won¡¯t have enough craftsmen in our own territory.¡± ¡°Do not worry about it, you know that the North has become quite a mess?¡± explained the Count confidently, ¡°Most of the four Kingdoms forces were killed at Hermes, so everywhere the Lords have forced the people into their armies, there is now a large number of refugees. We can just take this opportunity to eat a little more, like this we can even save some of our monthly payment.¡± Hearing all these explanations, Petrov discovered that his father was also an expert businessman ¨C at least his business ability was much stronger than his ability on the battlefield. Chapter 123 Chapter 123 The Invitation of the Church It was already the fourth day since Roland had taken over the castle, today nearly all nobles in the surrounding areas were gathered inside the castle Grand Hall. Although most people already knew of the news, Roland still felt that it was necessary to tell them personally that the Western territory now had a new ruler. After he informed them about his intentions to move back to Border Town and that the eldest son of the Honeysuckle Family would now rule in his stead, everyone had suddenly started to discussing the news. Of course, no one was willing to take the lead at this time to stand up and object to it, after all, the Duke¡¯s head was still hanging above the city gate and news that King Timothy had suffered a great loss and couldn¡¯t send any external forces was now also known to everyone. Furthermore, all the knights of the Honeysuckle Family had already been redeemed, while at the same time he hadn¡¯t accepted any ransom for the other knights, so that the knights, together with the mercenaries, could all come back with him to Border Town. In Roland¡¯s plan, the mercenaries would be sent to the mine, where they could work to earn their freedom, and the knights would get a job offer in case they showed their repentance and had good manner ¨C after all, most knights were literate and could thus also be used as teachers. Of course, for the rest of their life the wouldn¡¯t ever be allowed to ever use a weapon again. If it was handled like this, the Honeysuckle Family should have enough power to hold the other four noble families back, and they should also have enough troops to defend Longsong Stronghold and their own territory as well, Roland thought. As for the invisible stirring undercurrent, it¡¯s a problem that Petrov will have to worry about on his own. In the past few days, he also took the time to send some Border Town residents back who had rebelled during the winter where many people had died out due to hunger and the cold, including the former Finance Minister Ferrero, they would all face trial in Border Town. His only regret was that the mastermind behind the attempt to burn his food and the death of Grayhound, Count Medde had already been killed on the battlefield. Today, the traffic between the Longsong Stronghold and Border Town has finally been restored, which meant that until the end of next week many ships would sail upstream to Border Town to deliver the gathered supplies. Roland guessed that Barov would be very busy for the few next weeks, he had not only received a lot of looted gold coins, he also had to organize the resettlement of the large number of immigrants. Also it was still unknown whether Karl had built enough wooden sheds. Thinking of this problems, he could not help but want to return to the Border Town as soon as possible, in addition, the great farming operation also needed to start soon. After entertaining all the nobles to lunch, Roland intended to take a nap, but then one of his guards announced a special guest. The High Priest of the Church in Longsong Stronghold. Hearing this, Roland suddenly had no thought of sleep left. Longsong Stronghold was completely different from Border Town, here the Church had already been rooted for a long time, they not only had a church, they have even dispatched a High Priest to this place. This was also the Prince¡¯s main reason that he had decided to further develop Border Town rather than staying further in Longsong Stronghold ¨C here the people were already under the influence of the church for a long time and any of the civilian could become their eyes. Here his plan to manipulate the people¡¯s view would become complicated and the risk that the witches would be discovered would also become much higher. Unless he completely unrooted the Church, his reforms would never get a chance to work. Paying attention to the replacement of the ruler of Longsong Stronghold is a normal thing for the Church, so Roland wasn¡¯t too surprised that they would send him a representative to come into contact with him. However, the identity of the person they send was a bit special, as the High Priest of the Church he belonged to the most influential people of people, the area under his jurisdiction was of a similar size to that of a Duke. Once more he decided to use the Grand Hall as the meeting place. The High Priest Tylo seemed to be around 40 years old. He was dressed in the typical church-style with a with a white underrobe and a blue robe above it, giving him a very neat appearance and a behavior that was just like a courteous aristocracy. If he wasn¡¯t a member of the royal family and allied with the witches, Roland believed that holding a conversation which such a person would have been a pleasure. As the High Priest he had to be in possession of a high-quality God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, so in order to avoid any accidents, Roland specifically told Nightingale before the meeting, that she should stay away from him during it. After Tylo gave him a salute, Roland invited him to sit at the table and ordered some tea. No matter what he thought, he had to at least show a welcoming atmosphere on the surface. ¡°Your Royal Highness, I¡¯m here as a representative of the New Holy City,¡± Tylo said with a smile, ¡°You have become the veritable master of the Western territory, may God bless you.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Roland said in a relaxed tone. ¡°You do not seem to care at all that I¡¯ve gotten rid of Duke Ryan and taken over Longsong Stronghold.¡± ¡°We rarely intervene in secular disputes, as long as the people can live a good life, he has to be a good ruler. So in which family he was born, or if he belonged to the royal family, it is not important to the Church. In fact, I think the church is much more open minded in this respect, previously I was only a farmer¡¯s son, and now I have became a High Priest,¡± he smiled. ¡°Excuse me, my Lord, but I don¡¯t believe that a mere farmer could become a Duke, right?¡± If he launched an uprising to overthrow the royal family, he can even become the King. Roland thought, so he never spoke it out, instead, he went straight for the topic, ¡°So why did you come today, was it only to deliver the blessing?¡± ¡°The blessing was only part of what I have come for, I also want to offer a cooperation between us.¡± ¡°Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?¡± ¡°We would help you with whatever you need to expand your territory or your forces.¡± ¡°Hold on¡­¡± Roland frowned. ¡°You just said that the Church rarely intervenes in secular disputes.¡± ¡°Rarely intervention doesn¡¯t mean no intervention,¡± said the High Priest, still casually. ¡°I have said that as long as the people in this world have a smooth and peaceful life, we will not intervene. But the struggle between your brother Timothy and your third sister Garcia has resulted in widespread poverty throughout the south. In the beginning, we thought that Timothy deserved it and would become a respected King, but now we think he isn¡¯t any longer worthy, you are such a man.¡± Roland got a thoughtful look, it seems the Church has the desire to help me fight for the throne. He subconsciously asked. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°You lead the people of Border Town to resist the demon beasts, and spend the whole Months of the Demons with them in Border Town, this all proves your courage and ability. And from the large amount of food you purchased from Willow Town everyone can see do not want your people to starve, which shows your kindness. With this you have the three grandeur characteristics a noble should have, furthermore, you are even of royal blood. All this are the reason why we chose you. Roland didn¡¯t believe one word the High Priest said, but at least it proved that, even if Border Town was at the edge of the country and was an independent island-state during the winter, they were still under the close watch of the church. ¡°How would you help? Would you dispatch an Army of Judges to fight for me?¡± ¡°Even though we want to quell the warring state in the south as soon as possible, but if we were to do something like you suggested we would arouse the resentment of most of the nobility. So we can only help you materially,¡± the High Priest took two pill out of his pocket, one was black the other was red, on both the sigil of the Holy City had been etched, ¡°This is our equivalent to the drugs produced in your Alchemy Square. The red pills will temporarily make your men stronger, while the black pill reduces the feeling of pain and coldness and instead increases their endurance by several times. With these drugs, your army should become unstoppable, and the Church would only charge you the production cost,¡± for a moment Tylo paused, ¡°One gold royal. These two pills, can be presented to you as a test product to prove that my statement is the truth.¡± ¡°What is the reward you are hoping for? Expanding the reach of the Church and building churches in every territory?¡± ¡°Of course this would make us happy, but our main intention is to end the war. As long as the people can have a peaceful life, they will naturally come into God¡¯s arms. Roland accepted the offered pills. ¡°This sounds amazing, but for the time being, I have no intention of competing for the crown of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Both Timothy and Garcia are my close relatives and I do not want to hurt them.¡± ¡°I can understand your point,¡± the High Priest smiled reassuringly, ¡°but sometimes the bonds of family cannot stop the temptation of power, especially when you become only a stumbling stone on the road to power for others. These pills will only be the beginning, there are still many other possibilities of how we could help you. If you decide to take that step, you can always come to the Church to find me.¡± Having said all of this, he stood up, bent down in salute, ¡°With this I have already informed you of the Church¡¯s intentions, may God be with you, Your Royal Highness.¡± Chapter 124 Chapter 124 Return to Border Town ¡°I have probably never seen you lie as much as you have today,¡± Nightingale said as she stepped out from her fog right after Tylo has left. ¡°How was it for the Church¡¯s High Priest,¡± Roland asked, ¡°could you tell if he was lying? ¡°No, my sight was blocked by his God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, at the place where he was standing, I could only see a mass of darkness. Unfortunately, he couldn¡¯t treat the High Priest the same way that he has all the other nobles, Roland thought full of regret. He then placed the two pills on the table, ¡°Tell me, do these pills really have some kind of miraculous effects?¡± Reducing the pain, the same could be done by morphine, as for increasing the strength, it sounds like it increases the rate at which the adrenal gland releases hormones, the problem is how did they manage to extract these substances and make it into these pills? If the Church had such a high technical level, they should have conquered the world long ago. Wait a minute¡­ Roland suddenly thought of a possibility, could they have done it with magic? ¡°You are able to see the flow of magic, right?¡± He looked at Nightingale, ¡°Can you see any traces of magic in these two pills? Nightingale took the pills in her hand and gave them a close observation, but when she gave them back she could only say. ¡°There is no magic to see, but for me, they resemble the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation a bit.¡± ¡°God Stone of Retaliation?¡± Roland asked in confusion. ¡°Well,¡± she nodded. ¡°You were with me in my world of fog. It¡¯s only black and white, but the darkness of the normal black and the darkness of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation are different. From the latter, I sense a feeling of emptiness as if it was trying to swallow the world around it. I do not know how to better describe that feeling¡­¡± Nightingale hesitated. ¡°Rather than speaking of a black hole, it¡¯s more like there is nothing there at all.¡± ¡°Nothingness?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, they give off a feeling of nothingness,¡± she nodded acknowledging, ¡°The two pills give me also a feeling of nothingness, but only very subtly, and¡­ also it¡¯s not a round hole, but rather a section of flowing thin black threads. ¡± ¡°Can this ¡®nothingness¡¯ affect your ability?¡± Nightingale grabbed the pills once more and suddenly entered the fog, only to reappear soon afterward, ¡°They seem to have no effect on my ability.¡± ¡°I think it¡¯s still better to take prisoners with a death sentence and let them eat these pills to try out their effects,¡± Roland wrapped a piece of paper carefully around the pills, only then did he put them into his pocket. ¡°I would never have expected that the Church would have such a good impression of you,¡± Nightingale said after she sat back by the Prince¡¯s side, giving off a depressed feeling. ¡°If the High Priest didn¡¯t wear his God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, I bet of the ten sentences he had spoken nine would be lies.¡± Roland said in disdain, ¡°In the end, the most important point is that what they are offering and what they are asking for, simply don¡¯t add together.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Look at what they want: More churches, more believers, a prince or king who only gains power with their support, and will henceforth spread their divine propaganda. A stable country is more conducive to the development of believers and the development of their power. Otherwise under the chaos of war, the church and the monastery would be reduced to refugees and become the target for robbing nobles. ¡°But can¡¯t they just have taken a fancy for you, because you can bring the people a peaceful life? ¡°I don¡¯t think so,¡± Roland shook his head, ¡°Stability stems from unity or equilibrium, even if the king idles away only seeking pleasure every day, the people would still be better off than those who are living within the countries that are at war. So if they were to support the 2nd Prince it wouldn¡¯t be so surprising, it would also not be strange if they were to decide to support my sister Garcia, but what is strange that they would come to me and offer their support ¨C especially now after Garcia has just won against Timothy.¡± If the Church was to now fully support Garcia, I am afraid that the Eastern territories of the Kingdom would be swallowed by her in less than six months. With that around forty percent of the country would fall under the rule of the Queen of Clearwater, and the pressure I would have to face would start to exponentially increase. Yet they don¡¯t support the strong, but instead they chose the most vulnerable candidate, from their point of view. This situation seemingly has to be advantageous to the Church. Assuming I was to accept their support, the already complicated situation in this country with two Kings would then become even more chaotic. The direct consequence of a three-sided war would be a sharp drop in population, a rapid loss of wealth and since the war would spread over the whole country its unifying it would only be delayed even more. What advantage is there to the Church in this? Needless to say they won¡¯t get more believers, I¡¯m afraid that even the churches built in all the cities will all be torn down until nothing is left. ¡°It seems you don¡¯t understand the nobles¡¯ way of thinking, they are always twisting and turning,¡± Nightingale sighed. ¡°Well,¡± Roland replied laughingly, ¡°I don¡¯t belong to them.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale narrowed her eyes, staring at the Prince for a long time, ¡°Strange, why wasn¡¯t this a lie?¡± * Three days later, Roland had finally cleared out the castle and the stronghold¡¯s library and was now sailing back on Little Town while very satisfied. Along the Shishui River, near Border Town, the river scene has changed its appearance during the last few days. In the areas near Border Town which had been burned open by Anna there were now many people who were very busy ¨C seeing their dresses, they should be the first serfs who had been transported to Border Town. And in the area near the Impassable Mountain Range, there were erected a number of simple wooden sheds. Within the sheds Roland could also faintly see some activity, he thought it should be the serf¡¯s family. These people were tied to the land for generations, their children would also be born as serfs, because of this they couldn¡¯t see any hope, ending in living a life filled with numbness. Their motivation to work the land came not from their hearts, instead, it came from the slaver¡¯s whips. The resulting low productivity was simply a great waste of human resources. There was no doubt that slavery was the enemy of industrial production and was a system which had to be abolished. But Roland did not intend to let them all turn into free hands, but he want to provide them a road out, so that they could see the hope of promotion to becoming free people ¨C even if such a kind master was to give his slaves the possibility to get rid of their slave status was to be a precedent, this kind of compromise on handling serfs wouldn¡¯t arouse much attention even if the news was to circulate. At most, the other nobles would think that he was just a kind person, nothing more. He only had to wait until the time was ripe in the future, then he would fully abolish slavery, by that time the resistance he would face would be much less. The area near the pier was crowded with sailboats, making it clear that the small pier was unable to handle all these ships. Fortunately, Little Town was more of a light-craft, so it didn¡¯t need a dock to land. It seems that I also have to put the task of developing the pier on the schedule, Roland thought. When he was finally back at the castle, he couldn¡¯t allow himself any time to rest, instead, he immediately went to his office to call Barov, letting him report about Border Town¡¯s actual situation and its materials. The assistant minister has already been prepared for a long time now, so he only had to take out a roll of parchment out of his pocket and spread it out on the large wooden table. ¡°Your Royal Highness, the amount of materials you sent back to Border Town really scared me,¡± that said, the upturned corner of his mouth still gave away his mood, ¡°twelve of my apprentices needed a whole night to count all the coins, which were more than fourteen thousand gold royals. This is equivalent to the annual income of an ordinary cities!¡± To accumulate all these gold royals the Duke probably needed more than 20 years, Roland thought, most probably it¡¯s comes from the plunder and exploitation of the people in the Western territory. I have to turn them into food, steel, and machinery as soon as possible. ¡°Those jewels, how much worth are the jewelry and handicrafts?¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t had the time to convert them yet, by conservative estimates they are also worth around 10,000 gold royals, if they were auctioned in King¡¯s City, their price would be even greater. But for now, they are only stored in the basement of your castle,¡± Barrow paused, ¡°However, this means that the original storage room isn¡¯t big enough for all the food, so I suggest that you will increase the castle¡¯s area, building further storage warehouses to store other supplies. ¡± Chapter 125 Chapter 125 Municipal Development ¡°What can you tell me about the people they¡¯ve sent?¡± Roland asked. ¡°That¡¯s right, please take a look below,¡± the Assistant Minister pointed to the bottom of the parchment, ¡°Until now 1¡¯100 people were sent to Border Town. Most of them belong to the ranks of serfs, in accordance with your request have all been held outside of the town. The thirty-five craftsmen have been placed under Karl¡¯s command and their homes are all located in the ¡®New Civilization District¡¯,¡± Barov spoke these unusual mouthful of the terms, ¡°But Your Royal Highness, is this really okay? I thought that area had specially been prepared for the witches.¡± ¡°The people I have sent out to spread the news about the safe haven haven¡¯t returned yet, their progress is slower than I would¡¯ve imagined. So, the first houses will be used for the craftsmen and their families, we can still build more afterwards,¡± Roland¡¯s plan was to renovate the whole Border Town, the wooden houses and mud cottages would be converted into brick houses, while at the same time leaving enough space for wide streets between the houses, rather than the alleys just wide enough for two people to walk side by side, that they had now. ¡°Understood,¡± Barov nodded, ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯ve heard that there will also be cattle and sheep being shipped here?¡± ¡°Ah that¡¯s true. But not now, I deliberately let them come a few days later, they will come together with the shepherds. They will be sent to the grasslands between the western city wall, the Concealing Forest and the Impassable Mountain Range; that should be a good area to turn into a pasture. We should reopen the destroyed part of the city wall and use it as an exit, after all, the wall is only useful during the Months of the Demons. For now, they finally had enough people and money to break through the bottleneck and allow Border Town to develop further, so Roland was finally able to use all of his otherworldly knowledge. He called one of the guards into his office and ordered them: ¡°Go find Karl and tell him to meet me in the executive office, I guess if he isn¡¯t at the mine he will certainly be at the new area outside the town. Half an hour later, Karl walked into the office and bowed in greeting to Roland. ¡°Your Highness.¡± It has been nearly six months since he had seen the mason for the first time and since he had been recruited into the staff of the Town Hall, he could be regarded as the busiest official in the last half-year. First he had to preside over the construction of the city walls, and then there were the houses in the new district and the temporally wooden sheds for the new inhabitants of Border Town. Now, on his thirty-five-year-old silhouette, he revealed the first few strands of silver and his skin has also started darkening from always being outside. But the spirit Roland had seen burning in him at their first meeting was still burning as strong and hot as ever before. That a new environment could quickly change a man was true. Only six months ago Karl was still carefully trying to hide himself, clearly busy running away from trouble. But now, as an experienced project commander who had personally been in charge of several people, even his gestures showed some hints of him feeling in power. But what Roland appreciated the most, was that he was always still willing to accept the thoughts of other people. Roland acknowledged his greeting with a smile, ¡°Please sit, and come take a look at his.¡± He handed him some sketches that he had previously drawn, ¡°You see, I need you to build something new for me.¡± ¡°This building looks like a warehouse. Well, building it with its base placed on stilts it would be safe against incoming floods,¡± Karl quickly swept over the first sketch and then turned to the second one and after looking for a while he asked, ¡°Is this supposed to be a furnace? ¡°Yes, I need you to build more than five of these furnaces near the North Slope Mine, they will be needed to calcine the cement and to burn clay bricks. So, you have to find an empty spot which still has good transport channels and the area should be spacious enough so that we can still later build some more furnaces there.¡± ¡°I understand.¡± Karl now turned his view to the last sketch and immediately frowned after he saw it, ¡°This¡­ seems to be sewers? No, there is also a roof and walls¡­ and the area behind it looks like a pond. Your Royal Highness, I seem to be unable to make sense of this.¡± Roland laughed, ¡°This is a toilet, and will also be your construction project of the highest priority.¡± ¡°A toilet?¡± Karl thought about it, ¡°Your Highness, where do you plan to build them? For this, you already have chamber pots placed in your castle, and your attendants are responsible for cleaning them on a regular basis. Most of the villagers don¡¯t even use them, instead, they are doing it directly outside of their houses,¡± Karl explained. ¡°The same is also true for the serfs, which can directly discharge their filth into the Shishui River, and the river will then take their filth away.¡± So, that was the strong smell I smelled today at the dock, Roland shook his head, trying to erase these unpleasing thoughts, ¡°If that is the case, we need to change this bad habit as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ bad habit?¡± Karl still didn¡¯t seem to understand what the Prince¡¯s meaning. For a commoner who was accustomed to urinating at any place, it was naturally hard for them to understand, how beautiful a casual stroll could be without having to fear stepping on a landmine, Roland criticized privately. ¡°Anyway, you only have to follow these sketches, I have already roughly marked their size, so you only have to use this distance. Within the vicinity of the wooden shed district, you should build at least four toilets, always two side by side. In addition, the wall in the middle of the ditch should be built out of brick, while the outside walls and the roof have to be built out of wood, like this you can save a lot of cement.¡± ¡°Your Highness, you want to build them side by side¡­ that¡­,¡± said Karl slowly, evidently, he thought that talking about this dirty theme with His Highness was clearly degrading the royalty¡¯s dignity. ¡°But what should we do when they don¡¯t use them?¡± ¡°I will issue orders which they will have to follow. You just have to build them; I will take care of the rest.¡± ¡°Alright if that¡¯s the case,¡± Karl said, nodding his head. ¡°There is another matter I want to discuss with you, Your Royal Highness. ¡°You may speak.¡± ¡°The mason¡¯s guild was forced to disband and now there are many people like me, who all chose to leave King¡¯s City. I would like to write a few letters to those masons who already know where I went and try to recruit them to Border Town. They all have their own area of specialization, for example, for the furnace, Lesya would be the best at it. However, Your Highness I do not know¡­ ¡± ¡°That¡¯s no problem at all,¡± Roland said immediately. ¡± I will recruit all the masons you¡¯re able to attract, and they will be paid according to their experience and skills, and they will also have the possibility to enter the town¡¯s hall.¡± ¡°Thank you for your generosity,¡± Karl bowed once more then he left. When the mason had stepped out of the hall, Roland began to write down his plan for the managing the serfs and how he wanted to disband the slavery system. Border Town¡¯s population had already started to rapidly increase with no end in sight, but as long as they had to dependent on importing food, the town would be in jeopardy if a natural disaster was to occur or the road to the other cities was cut off. Therefore, in addition to increasing and developing industry, development in the area of agriculture was an even higher priority. Border Town had to achieve the level of self-sufficiency as soon as possible. The Prince believed that as soon as he was able to implement his ideas, the serfs could be turned into farmers, and combined with Leaves¡¯ improved seeds, the area around the Shishui River would soon become a golden wheat ocean. Regarding the high priority of the toilet, it also had to do with the development of the agriculture ¨C with enough people, land and seeds, the last thing he still needed was the right kind of fertilizer. Roland certainly knew how troublesome it was to produce fertilizer out of human and animals¡¯ excrements, they had to regularly clean the storage pond, but they also had to rely on human manure, in the end, it was clearly inconvenient. But for now he didn¡¯t have any clue of how to produce it on industrial level, so for the present, he had to rely on this pure natural and organic fertilizer ¨C at least human-animal manure had already been used for a long time, even during the twentieth century some of the rural areas were still using this traditional fertilization. Many people only had very little knowledge about fertilizer, the vast majority of them just thought that a stool was a dirty thing, and that they should never believe that besides of spreading nausea it could ever have any useful effects. Thus, to cultivate the fields each year, the farmers were still using the three-rotation system. For it a piece of arable land would be divided into three parts, taking turns for spring sowing, sowing in autumn and resting phase, all this was done to avoid the depletion of soil fertility due to constant use. Chapter 126 Chapter 126 Wheat Transformation For villages and small towns, it didn¡¯t matter whether or not they used the rotation farming system. However, for big cities where the surrounding land was scarce, this system wasted a lot of land. For example, Silver City, Fallen Dragon Ridge, and King¡¯s City were such places, so every month they had to import a large amounts of grain from other cities. The first step in using fertilizer was to collect the manure. This was also the reason why Roland decided to establish the public toilets as soon as possible. With the toilets, he could reduce the spreading of disease and even beautify the living environment; it was such as simple action but it offered so many improvements. His goal was for the toilets to already be constructed by the time the rest of the new citizens have been shipped over. As for teaching them how to use compost and cultivate the arable land, Roland decided to select a small group of experienced farmers during the next few days and teach them the system first. After all, the land was still in its clean-up phase, and it would still need at least a week before it would be useable. After finishing all the work at hand, he decided to go meet Leaves at the back garden and take a look at her experiments. Since Leaves improved all categories of seeds, there could be seen many different kinds of crops in the garden. She has also followed Roland¡¯s suggestion and divided her farming area into several small blocks which were all given a number. With this, she could compare the developments of two groups of test crops. When Roland stepped into the yard, he was stunned by the picture of golden and dazzling wheat swaying in the wind in front of his eyes. ¡°Your Royal Highness.¡± When Leaves, who was squatting beside one of her fields became aware of the Prince, she immediately stood up and bowed in greeting. ¡°Are these the results of your improvements?¡± He waved his hand trying to stop Leaves from going through the ritual greeting went then to pick one of the wheat plants, feeling the caryopsis with his fingers. Previously he had no idea what the wheat would look like, but in contrast with the wheat fields in the prince¡¯s former memories, those were not only smaller than the ones in his hand, they also had a lot fewer grains. Leaves nodded in acknowledgment, ¡°I let the wheat grow with my magic, then I harvested the ripe seeds and then planted the seeds once more, what you have in your hands is the result I got out of it. However¡­ I repeated this process several times, but after two or three rounds of planting, it became difficult to grow the wheat as long and large as before, and I just can¡¯t understand where the problem lies.¡± Unfortunately, I cannot help you with that, Roland thought. According to his own pitiful junior high school biology knowledge, it was probably because of self-intersection defects? In the southern area there were only rice seeds, which were poles apart from wheat. So in order to raise the output they always had to purchase new seeds. But even with only two generations of planting it still had a practical value, after all, one wheat plant can produce more than 130 seeds, and if he the let Leaves first transform the generation of seeds, and afterward let the farmers uses those seeds, he could still use the seeds for two years. ¡°Why is this one empty?¡± Roland asked when he noticed a field with only a few dry straws. This is the area where I planted first, but perhaps because I had planted here too many cycles,¡± Leaves was clearly unsure. ¡°I can only let the plants grow when I cast my magic, but when I remove my magic they will wither soon after. It seems that even when she used her magic to let the plants grow she still used up the land¡¯s supply of nutrition, and without the nutrition, the plants could not survive. Roland went to the last flower bed, there the planted wheat had a very strange shape, on an arm-thick stalk of wheat with several blue grain ears, and the center stalk even had several branches which were with green leaves. So, the volume of grains per plant were very large, but on the whole field, there were only two plants. This was the area Roland has asked Leaves to create new plants like a ¡®wheat tree¡¯. He had envisioned to turn a wheat plant into something similar to a banana tree, where he could harvest the fruit from the branches, with the possibility of a regular harvest, thus eliminating the need for sowing, and if they could grow even larger, they would get more green leaves, improving the photosynthesis and reducing the land requirements. But at present, the thick and solid wheat stalks together with its branches took a lot of space, furthermore the grain ears would only grow on the top of the stalks and branches which weren¡¯t what he had originally imagined. Perhaps, should I ask Leaves to transform them in the direction of grape vines? Roland thought, after all, Leaves had never seen real banana trees, but grapes were not a rare product within the Kingdom of Graycastle, and as long as she had an image it should be easy for to imitate. ¡°The seeds of these three wheat plants cannot be used for sowing,¡± Leaves explained, ¡°I tried already, but the seeds wouldn¡¯t germinate after they were planted. However, they can still be harvested several times, you see the grains are the second batch.¡± Can¡¯t germinate means that every plant would be a unique wheat tree and that Leaves would have to personally create every tree, so for the current situation, it doesn¡¯t have any true value. ¡°You have done a great job. The wheat plant with the big grain ear will be called golden one. I will create a test field for you south of the Shishui River, it will be surrounded by fences and clapboards, to hide it from the view of other people. There I hope we will soon harvest a batch of golden ones. As for the garden, you can continue to use it to improve and create new wheat varieties. I also came up with a lot of new ideas, not only for the wheat crops but also for the grapes,¡± said Roland. Unfortunately, Leaves only has a macro level understanding of the characteristics of a crop, so she can only change it to get more fruits, sweeter taste, denser branches and so on¡­ If she could understand it on a micro-level, she wouldn¡¯t only be able to manipulate the genes, wouldn¡¯t she also be able to fine tune it? Such that the plants could even absorb light other than from the visible spectrum ¨C such as ultraviolet, x-rays, and even ionizing radiation for photosynthesis, getting a direct output of starch, glucose, sucrose and other energy storage substances, so that we could directly harvest what is needed. During the evening, the 4th Prince lit a bonfire near the Shishui River, and let Carter and his guards gather all the serfs together. A huge cauldron with more than 128-liter capacity was brought over and placed on the frame of a new simple mud stove, to cook congee over the fire. With the fire at his back, the serfs could only see the narrow image of their new Lord, and the moment they became aware of him they would fearfully lower their heads. Only some of them were bold enough to secretly glance at the Prince from time to time. Roland who stood in front of the bonfire began to announce his new rules to the crowd of more than a thousand people. ¡°I am Roland Wimbledon, the 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, the Lord of Border Town, and the Ruler of the Western territories.¡± ¡°Today you were all summoned here, the day that you came to my territory was your lucky day! As long as you work hard, you can break away from your current status and place!¡± ¡°That is right, I will give you a chance to get rid of your status as slaves, becoming free people!¡± Hearing this within the serfs an uproar broke out. The serfs clearly knew what a status as a free person meant, they could no longer be cruelly abused by their owners, without any rest always forced to carry on farming endlessly, and they would no longer have to turn over the crops they produced on their fields to their owners, their sons and daughters would no longer be turned into the next generation of serfs. Roland waited for a moment to let them calm down then he continued, ¡°From tomorrow onward, each of you will get a fixed field assigned to him, and at the same time someone will guide you in the process to get a better harvest. In the first year, 30% of your harvest will belong to you, while the other 70% will belong to Border Town. The people who get the best harvest results will be promoted to free people!¡° ¡°After becoming a freeman, your family will be exempted from slavery, and then you can decide if you want to continue farming or if you want to find another occupation in the town, it will be your own decision. If you choose to continue farming, 20% of your harvest will belong to Border Town as rent, while the other 80% will belong to yourself. Later you can buy the land from the Lord and then you will no longer have to transfer any food to the castle! ¡° After his last word faded away, only the sound of breathing could be heard, until someone shouted, ¡°Your Royal Highness, was what you said was really the truth?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland answered, stressing every word. ¡°As a Lord, I would never deceive my own people.¡° ¡°His Royal Highness is merciful,¡± some people couldn¡¯t help themselves from saying out loud, then the sound quickly became louder, ¡°Long live His Royal Highness the Prince!¡± Suddenly the first serf in front of him kneeled down, followed soon by the second person, then the third person¡­ Until the whole mass of people kneeled in front of him, still calling his name, getting louder and louder. Until the thousands of voices turned into the same rhythm, ¡°His Royal Highness the Prince!¡± ¡°Long live the Prince!¡± Hearing the crowd so clearly understanding his intent, there was no need for him to drag things out for any longer, the Prince thought to himself. He clapped his hands then said to the bodyguard behind him, ¡°Bring the meal!¡± Chapter 127 Chapter 127 Wendy When Roland fell asleep, Nightingale emerged out of the fog, stepped to the side of his bed and gently straightening the quilt, covering an exposed arm. Then for a moment she quietly stood beside the bed watching the sleeping Roland, she then quietly slid through the floor, back to her own room. ¡°You¡¯re not already asleep?¡± Seeing Wendy sitting on the bed and reading, Nightingale was slightly surprised. ¡°I¡¯m afraid you would do something stupid!¡± Wendy glared at her, ¡°His Royal Highness is not a child, is it really necessary for you to take care of him until he finally fell asleep?¡±Original and most up to date translations are posted at volaretranslations. ¡°His Royal Highness has sent people to other towns to spread the news that the Witch Cooperation Association is here, so I have to be at his side in the case someone heard the news of the witches and now wants to harm His Highness.¡± Nightingale picked up a wet towel and cleaned her face with it. Followed by unlocking the red belt around her hip, taking off the bands of her leather wrist and body armor, then finally slipped out of her white clothes ¨C this dress was His Highness¡¯ newest creation, with a pure white hood coat she wouldn¡¯t gather too much attention and thus it was the right clothes for an assassin, at least it was what he thought. Nightingale carefully hung up her clothes, the smoothed out every fold. Afterward, she wrapped her sexy and curvy body within a piece of light muslin. On her flat stomach and thighs not even a single trace of fat could be seen. ¡°There is no possibility an accident could happen,¡± said Wendy, putting down the book, ¡°There are sisters within the castle and there guards outside patrolling and furthermore, didn¡¯t you yourself put a stone under his pillow? I can never understand how you can touch such a thing.¡± ¡°Well, I¡¯m still responsible for ensuring his safety,¡± Nightingale said while sitting down on the edge of the bed, taking off her boots and revealing her young and slender legs, then laying down and turning in Wendy¡¯s direction. ¡°Didn¡¯t you listen to what I said last time,¡± Wendy sighed. ¡°Veronica, we are witches.¡± ¡°I know, Wendy,¡± Nightingale nodded. ¡°Yes, we are Witches.¡± And His Royal Highness said that he will marry a witch ¨C this came out of his own mouth, and¡­ it wasn¡¯t a lie. Of course, this information could not be told lightly it could only be used as a last resort, so Nightingale didn¡¯t give it away. Within her heart, she said sorry to Wendy and then changed the subject: ¡°What¡¯s your impression of the church?¡± ¡°Why would you suddenly asked this?¡± hearing this question Wendy clearly became startled. ¡°When I was at His Highness side in the stronghold¡¯s castle, the High Priest paid him a visit and offered to support him in conquering the throne.¡± ¡°How did he answer?¡± Wendy¡¯s voice became strained. ¡°Or did he order you to leave previously to the start of the conversation?¡± Nightingale smiled and shook her head, softly saying. ¡°He just asked me to avoid the range of the other side¡¯s God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and His Royal Highness didn¡¯t wear that thing himself. Wendy, His Highness did not agree to the invitation of the church, he refused their offer.¡± The latter clearly felt relieved, then she said with a bit melancholy, ¡°Unfortunately, our help to His Highness is limited, unlike the Church, whose forces cover the entire continent. If His Royal Highness took their offer, I¡¯m afraid he would soon be able to sit on the throne¡­¡± ¡°Only God knows¡­ His Highness said the High Priest spoke only a mouthful of baloney, that no one should trust him,¡± Nightingale paused, ¡°There was another important matter.¡±Original and most up to date translations are posted at volaretranslations. Taking out the red and black pills, ¡°In the fog, the pills have the same color as the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, this is inconceivable. Both of us know that the sisters who were discovered to be witches would swallow the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, which is no different from committing suicide. The High Priest said that the pills were produced inside the Prayer Room in the Holy City, and I remember that you used to live there in a monastery. Did you have ever heard of such an organization? ¡± Wendy had helped Nightingale to leave Silver City and during their run, she had set up traps for the bounty-hungry villains who were following them, at the same time it was also a kind of revenge ¨C one method was to force them to swallow their own God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. After swallowing the villain would soon die, the whole body would roll up like it was suffering from dehydration, and would look like a fish exposed to the scorching sun. ¡°I never heard of something like that,¡± Wendy, closed her eyes and began slowly to tell, ¡°Since the first moment I can remember, I¡¯ve lived in a monastery in the Old Holy City, surrounded by high walls, with no view of the sky beyond. Everything was taught to us with hospitality by the nuns, things like reading and writing or the understanding of maps. I still remember the name of my teacher, Faria. She once gave us a book to read, it was the special introduction about the Old Holy City. There were churches in the city, monasteries, libraries, memorial halls and heroic walls, but I have never heard of a prayer Room in the city. I lived in the monastery for more than 10 years, until the accident happened¡­¡± Wendy had already previously mentioned to Nightingale that the monastery was one day attacked by a witch and many people also died during that attack. Taking advantage of the whole chaos, Wendy was able to get out of the monastery, ¡°Also I don¡¯t know which witch had so much courage to dare to challenge the church alone, but she saved you at least.¡± ¡°No, Veronica, the with came from inside the church,¡± Wendy shook her head, ¡°She was, like me, a member of the monastery.¡± ¡°What¡­ do you mean?¡± ¡°The girls living in the monastery could be divided into three groups, one group consisted out of people like me, who stayed from early age in the monastery, not knowing their own origins; one were orphans who lived on the streets and were adopted by the local church and afterwards sent to the monastery; and the last group consisted out of girls sold to the church by their own parents. We were all separated by age and placed into different quarters, and even the teaching wasn¡¯t the same. From an early age onward we learned how to recognize the words, from ten to fourteen years old we studied carols and after fourteen we were schooled in etiquette. The early classes were called the literacy class by the nuns, and the older classes were called the choir class and the ceremony class. Once we became adults we would be sent away from the monastery. This was the first time that Nightingale heard the other speaking about this ¨C before, Wendy had never elaborated on her experience during her life in the monastery. ¡°During the first few years, I could often hear other girls screaming during the night ¨C the screams came out of the direction of the choir classes and ceremony classes. I didn¡¯t understand what was going on until I was old enough to get into the choir classes. Then I found out that during the nights higher ranks of the church would visit the dormitory, always dragging a few girls out of their beds, and only at daybreak the next day would they be sent back. But sometimes¡­ not all of the girls would come back again.¡± Nightingale clenched her lips, of course, she clearly knew what Wendy meant. ¡°This kind of thing would happen once or twice a month, frequently even two days successively. Then it was the day that I was selected. It was Faria who pulled me out of the room, whispering all the while into my ear that I should just bear with it, everything would become well. I was dragged by her into the corner of the garden where a room was built halfway underground. The room was brightly lit, at one side I could see how the females of the ceremony class being tortured, there were four to five men¡­¡± Her voice slightly shook. ¡°When they came over to me, one of the women suddenly broke out from her shackles, grabbing the man closest to her, grabbed him by the neck and killing him just like he was a chicken, easily twisting his neck.¡± ¡°She¡­ had awakened?¡±Reading anywhere else than volaretranslation, you¡¯re stealing the translator¡¯s lifelihood. ¡°I do not know,¡± Wendy shook her head, ¡°those men had taken off their clothes, but they still wore their God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation around their necks, but she was still able to kill one after another. One of them she seemed to want to skin alive, tearing one limp off after another, while he was still living. The last words he said before his death were¡­ ¡®an extraordinary¡¯. The screams of the men alerted the guards and Faria who stood outside of the room. They immediately opened the iron gate and rushed in, but the scene in front of them rooted them on the spot, while the other woman directly rushed in their direction.¡± ¡°Was she a witch?¡± Asked Nightingale thrilled, ¡°Were the guards also not an opponent for her?¡± ¡°The gap was simply too great. I later learned that those guards belonged to the Army of Judges. One of them blew his whistle while the other drew his sword. However, when the first one stopped blowing his whistle, she had already stepped in front of him, and penetrated his chest with her arm. In front of her, their armors were nothing more than a thin piece of paper.¡± Chapter 128 Chapter 128 Pill Test ¡°Then, she picked up the Judge¡¯s sword, stabbed Farisa, and split the other Judge into two halves, even cutting the guard¡¯s sword in two. However, the whistle had alerted the whole monastery, many guards carrying oil lamps were on their way to us. She then peeled off Farisa¡¯s clothes and wore them herself, then took another man¡¯s weapon and walked in the direction of the rushing guards by herself.¡± ¡°I sat in the room full of a bloody mess for a while before I finally recovered. I discovered that one of the dead men was in charge of the keys to the entrance of the monastery, so I went over and dug out the keys from the scattered clothes. At the same time, I also stripped the stones around their necks. I didn¡¯t know what effects they had, I only thought I might be able to sell them for a little money with their crystal clear appearance. The nuns of the monastery, the guards, and the Judges were all attracted by that other woman, and so I could get to the hidden back door without being noticed. There, I had to try several keys before I finally found the right key to open the door and flee from the monastery.¡± ¡°Later, I was only able to sell one stone because the rest of them were snatched away from me. Thus I had to rely on the ten silver royals I¡¯d gotten for the one stone during my journey. Two years later, I reached the Seawind Region and had to stop; it was also the time of my awakening,¡± Wendy paused for a while. ¡°That¡¯s my whole story.¡± Nightingale just silently held Wendy¡¯s hands for a long while, until she asked, ¡°What happened to the other women in the church?¡± ¡°Perhaps they all died, or they were able to escape just like me. I had asked around, but I only learned that the Church had said that there was a fire in the monastery and that they had to shut it down. Now one knew it and even more, no one cared what had happened to the girls. They had all just been abandoned.¡± Nightingale used a soothing voice while holding Wendy in her arms, ¡°Now you have us. Everything will become well, so sleep, Wendy.¡± After a long time, she finally heart a gentle, ¡°ah¡­¡± * The next morning, Roland entered his office while yawning, there he saw Nightingale as always sitting by his table, but this time she had a serious expression on her face. ¡°Well, what happened?¡± ¡°Have you ever heard of something called an ¡®extraordinary¡¯?¡± She asked. Seeing the Prince shaking his head, Nightingale repeated the story she had heard yesterday from Wendy. ¡°If she hadn¡¯t had her awakening, I can¡¯t imagine a young woman who could so easily decapitate a heavily armed Judge.¡± ¡°A witch who isn¡¯t influenced by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation¡­¡± after listening to Roland thought for a while about what she had heard from Wendy, he started thinking about his own categorizing of the witch abilities, ¡°Maybe she belonged to the type of self-enforcing witches?¡± ¡°What, type¡­?¡± Roland took out a piece of paper from his drawer and handed it over to her, ¡°I made a basic classification of your abilities based on the way you use your magic. A self-enforcing type witch constantly consumed her magic power and strengthens herself. Although all witches gets their physical fitness improved due to their magic, the self-enforcing type witch is much more powerful in this aspect. If I have it right then Scroll should also belong in the category of extraordinary in the eyes of the Church.¡± ¡°Scroll?¡± Nightingale couldn¡¯t believe it, ¡°But she¡­¡± ¡°She is not good at fighting, true,¡± Roland finished her sentence amused, ¡°This classification doesn¡¯t judge the personal strength of a witch and also isn¡¯t necessarily correct, they are only my personal thoughts and speculations. As a self-enforcing type witch, she really could cause a lot of trouble to the Church. Without the protection of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, she could easily kill a squad of Judges, or single-handedly destroy the church of a small town. But in the end, a person¡¯s power is still limited, and the ratio of witches awaken to a self-enforcing ability is much smaller than the other two types, otherwise it would be witches who would be hunting the believers of the Church.¡± Though he had spoken with ease, but when thinking about the red and black pills, he still had a vague feeling of unease. There were clearly only a few extraordinary class witches, during the last hundreds of years, there can¡¯t be more than a dozen, right? As long as there were two or three self-enhancing types, they could easily cause great chaos for the Church. For example, they could easily take advantage of the annual Months of Demons. During this time the Church would focus all of their energy on defending Hermes, so they could attack the church¡¯s facilities in other cities such as churches, priests, nuns and then kill all of them. So after repeating it for several years, the church¡¯s number of followers would have been greatly reduced. However, in addition to Wendy encounter with the extraordinary, Roland had never heard of a witch counterattack the church, moreover, the home during Wendy¡¯s childhood was set on fire and the whereabouts of all the nuns and women were unknown. The Church would never sit still, he thought, perhaps they have already discovered a means against the extraordinary class, and maybe those two pills were part of it. Now matter what, he had to test those pills first. Coming to this conclusion, Roland called for one of his guards, sending him to the jails and get one of the prisoners together with Carter. He placed the test site outside of the city walls. Just in case, Roland transferred over four members of the First Army, to surround the test site, fully armed and always alerted. In addition to him and Nightingale, there was also Anna and Nana on station by the wall. As long as the other one didn¡¯t have a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, Anna¡¯s wall of green fire would be enough to guarantee their own safety while Nana could provide the most efficient kind of treatment. ¡°You won¡¯t have any problem, right?¡± Roland leaning forward over the edge of the wall, asked Carter, who was standing at the bottom of the wall, ¡°Don¡¯t look down on your opponent.¡± ¡°Your Highness, my rank as a knight isn¡¯t only for show,¡± Carter said before placing a helmet on top of his head, ¡°Furthermore my opponent only has a wooden sword, he can¡¯t hurt me at all.¡± The test subject was a murder and robbery and for this sentenced to death, even so, Roland didn¡¯t like to use him as a test object. So, he bluntly offered the prisoner that in the case that he took part in the test, his family would get five gold royals as remuneration. The other side hesitated for only a moment, before he immediately agreed to the condition. Carter had hoped that the other side would also put on an armor and would also pick up an iron sword so that he could have a fair contest, but Roland had refused without any hesitation. If the murder had a sharp weapon, the danger would be multiplied, and if he was to cut off Carter¡¯s head, even Nana would have no way of saving his life. As for the reason that he wasn¡¯t wearing any armor, it was to test if the black pill really enhanced tolerance to pain. The prisoners swallowed the two pills, and the expression on his face quickly changed, the veins on his forehead and arms all turned blue, while his skin turned a deep red and his breathing started to race. He grabbed the wooden sword, calmly waiting for the knight to react, then suddenly, he dashed forward. His speed was comparable to a running wolf and every time he stepped on the ground, small pits would be dug into the soil. Seeing this, even Carter was clearly shocked, but he still unhurriedly stepped to the side, while at the same time delivering a cross cut. This move forced his enemy to change his direction, otherwise, his rib cage would be cut open. However, his opponent was still just a very vicious murderer, he hadn¡¯t undergone any combat training. So, he was caught by surprise, getting a deep cut in his chest area, out of which a huge amount of blood started to pour out. Such injuries were enough to affect the activity of half of his body, but he still didn¡¯t show any sign that he cared about it, he just turned into the knight¡¯s direction. He tried the same tactic as before, yet this time he changed it a little, the moment they passed each other, the prisoner stretched one arm towards the knight¡¯s sword hand, in this awkward position he was unable to use much power, but the moment Carter swept out with his sword he could only see the shadow of the murderer, he subconsciously moved the sword into a parrying position, and was immediately hit by a strong force, which pushed him two steps back. The moment the wooden sword crashed into the iron sword, it immediately shattered into many pieces. ¡°That only took a little more effort of me,¡± Carter shook his numbed hand, ¡°give him another sword so that he can come again.¡± The prisoner did not take the offered sword, instead, he suddenly turned around, and directly rushing in the direction of the Concealing Forest, in the blink of an eye he was already out of Carter¡¯s reach, his speed was comparable with a galloping horse, and he was unable to be caught by an ordinary person. The murderer stretched his arms in front of himself, running directly into the body of a soldier who was prepared to shoot, and pushed him to the side. The soldier let out a wretched cry and was sent flying. At this moment, the other soldiers were finally able to pull the trigger, the prisoner was clearly hit and also left some blood behind, but his speed was still not reduced in the least, he quickly broke out of the encirclement, and after a few seconds he had already covered a distance of several tens of meters. ¡°Do not let him run,¡± Carter shouted, ¡°Get me my horse!¡± Before Carter had even the chance to jump on his horse, the prisoner suddenly stood still, and stared with an incredulously look at his abdomen, there a horizontal cut had cut his abdominal cavity wide open, and his intestines started falling out. He slowly turned his gaze to his back, only to see a woman completely in white standing behind him, holding a silver dagger in her hands. He had no idea where she suddenly came out from. TN: I changed self-strengthening into self-enforcing Chapter 129 Chapter 129 The Evening Course starts again Nana quickly healed the injured soldier, something like a fracture was easy for her to heal. Afterwards, Roland let the First Army return to the camp, only the Chief Knight, the witches and several guards were still left at the scene. With a gloomy face, Roland went to the side of the dead murderer, commanding Carter to cut out the bullets. The wounds he had to cut were half a finger deep and the lead balls he found were fractured, indicating that people taking the pills would suffer the same wounds as ordinary people. ¡°Carter, what do you think?¡± Roland asked. Carter seemed to be a little upset, most probably he had never expected to be outmaneuvered by a person who had never received any training in swordsmanship, ¡°He just became stronger and faster, it doesn¡¯t seem he realized everything that he could do, I could have cut off his head with the first strike.¡± ¡°And if your opponent was a knight?¡± ¡°This would¡­¡± Carter thought. ¡°If it was against the kind of knights the Duke had, I could just barely handle them, but against the King¡¯s elite knights or the knights of the Cold Wind Ridge, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to parry even one of their strikes.¡± Roland didn¡¯t comment, but he thought, the great experts always think the one with the better skills will win the fencing duel, and perhaps Carter¡¯s perception was right, but if they had the same equipment the situation would have dramatically changed. Assuming that the prisoner was also wearing heavy armor, with a helmet and a two-handed sword, Carter wouldn¡¯t have necessarily won so easily. The pills didn¡¯t only bring a large power upgrade, they are much more multi-faceted. They can even carry stronger heavy armors and weapons, can burst out, run faster and have a much longer endurance on the battlefield. Roland felt he had to correct the assumption he had made during his time in Longsong Stronghold, Similar to adrenaline? No, this pill was much more terrifying than adrenaline, hormones only stimulated the body¡¯s own potential, but this red pill had clearly allowed the prisoner to break through his limits. Especially the speed and momentum he showed as he tried to flee, it was almost comparable to that of heavy cavalry. The black pill was just as effective; his ribcage was nearly cut open but he didn¡¯t show any sign of it hindering him at all. If he was only a normal person, he would have long since lost his will to fight due to the extreme pain. If a civilian with only a strength upgrade and pain reduction was already this powerful, then what would a group of trained knights using it look like? Roland had a feeling of uneasiness when he thought back to the offer the High Priest had made. ¡°Your Highness,¡± exclaimed Nightingale suddenly, ¡°look at his skin.¡± The skin of the prisoner¡¯s hand had turned from its former red to ash-colored, while at the same time it had a large number of folds, looking just like a snake after it shed it skin. When Roland poked against it with the handle of his knife, he discovered that the skin was no longer solid like a muscle, it was rather totally empty to his touch. After cutting the skin, he saw that the subcutaneous fat had completely turned into mucus and it followed with the muscle atrophying. ¡°It looks just the same as when someone swallows a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation,¡± Nightingale turned to look at him with a serious expression on her face. ¡°The pill is made from the same components as the stone.¡± It¡¯s unlikely that just swallowing a stone would result in such a growth of power, Roland thought, so how were they able to do that? It seems that the pills have very strong side effects, and until now it¡¯s unclear if it¡¯s permanent or if it can be restored, Roland himself was more inclined to the former. If it was the latter, this enhanced version of a drug out of morphine and adrenaline could be called the ¡°God of War¡±, as long as they were able to recover and took it in batches, it wouldn¡¯t be surprising if the world was dominated by the Church. Even if the pills only lasted for a short time, and even if the pills have side effects, it¡¯s still better to be on the alert, Roland thought. If the Church begins to support Timothy or Garcia with these, I would have to face an army of drugged fighters. Even more disturbing is that the Church was even willing to take out such kind of drugs, they didn¡¯t seem to care what happens after the reunification of the Kingdom of Graycastle, how should the new King help them after exploiting this kind of pills? Graycastle¡¯s troops would only become cannon fodder, so the New and Old Holy City would have to send out more of their own troops, and with every continuing fight, the Army of Judges would gradually become worn down. Unless¡­ they have an even stronger card held back and just don¡¯t care if something like this was to happen. Coming to this conclusion Roland could only sigh. With his attack on the Longsong Stronghold, he had intended to end his problem of population and capital shortage in Border Town. Afterwards, he could start focusing on developing the education level, the production and the farming process, turning Border Town from a town into a city in a very short time. As for him developing a new weapon systems, he had planned to put it on hold. But now it seems he couldn¡¯t stop the development of the First Army, expanding the First Army, increasing the flintlock production and developing new weapons was now back on top of his priority list, for example a breech-loading rifle with a new kind of bullet. The mechanism of a breech-loading rifle was actually quite simple, the cachet for the bullet was also quite easy to produce, he could make it out of paper or a very thin copper case. Only to find for the right powder mixture, Roland still did not have even a trace of a clue. He only knew that the ingredient was called mercury fulminate, according to its literal meaning, the raw materials must have nitric acid and mercury. As for the need to mix it with other materials, he couldn¡¯t remember it. Furthermore, it had a special temperature and humidity requirements, so the chance was relatively high that it would explode in one¡¯s finger if handled carelessly. So, he decided that it would be better to spend a lot of money to recruit a number of alchemists and give them their own laboratory in a secluded corner of Border Town, where they could ponder over the right mixture. * After the dinner, Roland took Anna and Scroll back with him to his office. Now that Border Town financial situation was like a bulging purse, Roland would soon place more than half of his assets into compulsory education, even if it only yield slow results. An industrial society needed a base of educated civilians, rather than the brute force of illiterates. Without universal education, the rise in population could only change into a burden for the population. Taking this in consideration, Roland intended from this day on to take some time each evening to start teaching. Only waiting until Scroll had a basic understanding of natural science, while at the same time the town had almost completed its first batch of literacy tasks. Since Scroll would become the future education pioneer and all-round teacher, Roland naturally taught her everything he had learned during his whole life. While Anna was just added in because of his own preference. Even so, Anna wasn¡¯t gifted with an extraordinarily retentive memory, but her desire for knowledge and her self-initiative to learn was the strongest of all witches. He could often see her going through the books in his bookcase, six months down, he was afraid that there weren¡¯t any books left that she still hasn¡¯t read. In addition, her acceptance of new things and her logical way of thinking was also rare in this era. Taking the primary mathematics and physics textbook from Scroll, Roland began to talk about today¡¯s teaching content. At the beginning when Roland taught addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, to a slightly more complex equation calculation, Anna¡¯s ability to understand was significantly better than Scroll¡¯s. But when they changed to physic, Scroll showed that she could remember Roland¡¯s prior explanations word for word, and now only needed to slowly understand it. And Anna as well would also raise some questions from time to time. For example, how elementary particle looked like, why the elementary particle that formed all livings things had nothing in common with each other, and so on¡­ Some of the questions Roland could answer, some of them he couldn¡¯t. For example, in the end what is magic? He could only tell them his own speculation that he had previously come up with; that magic may be a kind of energy, similar to electrical energy or thermal energy, but which was only be accessible by witches. But it couldn¡¯t be ruled out that after storing this kind of energy it could be even used by ordinary people. Hearing this Anna had a thoughtful expression. While teaching women, especially such outstnding type of women, time would always fly by fast. Unconsciously, the candles had already been replaced twice, and the new ones were also nearing their end. Suddenly, Roland heard a subtle snore, and when he turned into its direction, he could see Nightingale lying unconscious, asleep on the sofa, perhaps this kind of lesson is just like a lullaby to her? No longer sheltered by her fog, her completely inelegant sleeping posture was exposed to the three of them. The Prince shook his head dumbfounded, decided it was now time to end the class. He took off his coat and gently covered Nightingale, blowing out the candle and with a smile on his face as he led Anna and Scroll out of the room. Chapter 130 Chapter 130 Evolution After the lesson, Anna returned to her own room. She threw a cluster of green flames into a big bucket filled with water, heating the water to a comfortable temperature. When the water was finally hot enough, she stripped naked and lowered herself into the bucket. Every witch that wanted to clean their body would first come to Anna to ask for her help with heating the water. After all, getting hot water from the kitchen up to their rooms was a very troublesome procedure. When His Royal Highness got to know of this arrangement he was quite surprised; it seemed it was difficult for him to accept that they would repeatedly use the same water. Remembering the expression he made back then, Anna still had to let out a laugh. For the civilian population, it was already very hard to clean their bodies for even once a month, and even then, they would still use the same water several times. It seems he hadn¡¯t even noticed how much our lives have already improved since he accepted us witches and gave us a new home to live in. Anna shook her head, His Royal Highness, Roland Wimbledon seems to be well learned in many areas, but in other areas, he is just¡­ clumsy. From the stories she had read in her books, shouldn¡¯t a prince have participated in every kind of banquet, social activity, and walked through a sea of flowers since his childhood? As a prince, he is allowed to be without learning or skills and can be cowardly and timid before a fight, but at least he should be good at his communication. However, this kind of thought unexpectedly made her feel at ease. His head seems to be filled with a lot of wondrous knowledge, such as the creation and usage of machines powered by steam, and how to calculate the right size of stone that is able to float on water. There was also today¡¯s course, where he taught us that the world was actually composed of numerous tiny balls which are all so small that you would need to magnify them thousands of times before you could see them with the naked eye. Because they are all so small, they are everywhere, whether it is a solid material, gas, liquid, people, flowers, or stones, when decomposed to their smallest state they are all made out of the same material. That¡¯s just incredible, Anna thought, how can it be that His Royal Highness knows of these things? Instead of wiping her body dry, she just used her own flame to vaporize the water droplets on her body. She then put on her clothes and took a place at her desk. In the middle of the table there laid a textbook that was written by Roland. Taking advantage of Scroll¡¯s ability to create illusions of books for a period of time, Anna had borrowed a copy of his textbook every night so that she could read a little before she went to bed. Within it was all kinds of information, it began with the simplest phenomena in life, like a step by step instructional on how to strip an onion, which was in some places even accompanied by some lively and interesting pictures, to the unheard of novelty knowledge at the later parts in the book. So, the moment Anna opened it and read the first page it was nearly impossible for her to stop. But in front of the content is also more obvious, the further she came to the end of the book the harder it was for her to understand. For example, in one section he had written that even the temperature of objects, in other words whether they were cold or hot was decided by the activity of these small balls he had talked about today. The higher their energy became, the more actively the balls would become and the more heat they would release. If what His Royal Highness had written was right, then it means that my own green flame gets amplified by the motion of these small balls? Over the time the candles were gradually burned down, then reaching their end, the flame just shook twice before they went out. At the same moment the illusion of the book also reached its time limit, the pages and the writing gradually turned transparent, until they disappeared without a trace. Suddenly the whole room was engulfed in darkness before a green flame came to life on top of Anna¡¯s fingertips, dispersing the surrounding night. Seeing the empty desktop, a feeling of loss emerged within Anna¡¯s heart. She raised her right hand, looking at her magical green flame, which stood motionless at the top of her fingertips. Suddenly she felt the urge to try it out, testing whether everything really was formed out of these small balls, if that was the case then could her fire get the same characteristics as those small balls? She closed her eyes, trying to form an image how her flame would look like if it was created by the accumulation of countless small particles. Slowly the flame in her hand began to change. It changed from its water-droplet like form into a string, becoming thinner and thinner but at the same time longer and longer until it looked like a long hair. Anna could feel these changes, but it was still far from enough, she thought, comparing a hair to these balls, it was still much too large. I can still make it finer. Even though her mind wanted it, it seemed incredibly hard to change the green flame any further, the light of her flame became dim, like a shivering long and slender light ray. Perhaps not as a cluster, but instead a series of connections¡­ His Royal Highness had said that between the balls that there is a fixed distance between them, perhaps I have to reshape its shape. The flame in Anna¡¯s mind fluttered and she could hear a sound like something becoming broken apart. Afterward the flame particles were no longer closely linked but instead were scattered like the stars. The slender green flame on her hand had also disappeared, but in her consciousness, the flame still existed, but it had no longer its initial appearance ¨C in the boundless darkness, most of the stars had perished, the rest of them slowly reunited, one by one they formed a row of swath, until a filament of many stars was formed. The temperature is equal to activity, she thought. The moment she formed this thought, the line began to swing, like someone had pinched into a corner of it, it began to gently flicker. The moment it began to swing, the swinging of filament could no longer be stopped, one ripple followed after another. It seemed as if she was within a world of ripples, there were no longer any clear outlines between objects, around her everything was excitedly rippling and there was no end in sight. The same could be said about magic, she could even feel it. When she extended her finger, pulling at one of the ripples, it was just like her own magic. But when she opened her eyes, everything was calm. Her green flame had disappeared, and she needed a while until her eyes could adapt to the dark room, the desk, wardrobe, candlestick¡­ their shapes emerged one after another out the shadow. Light blue moonlight fell through the window on the floor, giving everything a light grayish color. Everything seemed to be the same as always, there was no change. But in her eyes, the world has become completely different. A black filament appeared in the air in front of her. However, Anna naturally knew that she couldn¡¯t really ¡°see¡± it, that it was only in her own perception. She took one of the ingots she had always trained with and which laid still on her desk and placed it in front of herself. The black filament wrapped itself around the ingot in accordance with her will, she then quickly pulled it together. Like a hot knife cutting through butter her filament went through the iron ingot with ease. In Anna¡¯s comprehension, the temperature produced by the filament was several times higher than that of her green flame but was limited to a very narrow range. The iron ingot was quickly cut into two parts, and when she took one of it into her hands she saw that the cutline was very smooth, and she could only feel a little heat when placed her finger against the cutline. She then erected the iron ingot on her desk, placed her black filament on top of the ingot, and let it spread out until it was a completely flat string, perpendicular to each other. This was the mathematical knowledge taught by His Highness, using a point as the center, and then use a quill connected to a string and then go one time around the center, they will be able to draw a precise circle. The area of the circle is equal to the length of the string multiplied by itself and multiplied by a fixed constant. Anna controlled her horizontally spread filament and bended it downwards at the ends at a right angle, letting it penetrate through the ingot until it reached the top of the desk. And then she let it gently rotate around the point at the center ¨C compared with her green flame where she could only adjust the temperature and whole body, the black flame composed of many particles could be turned into any shape and the temperature of each part could be controlled separately. After one revolution, she had cut out the form of a cylinder. Because the cutting line was so small, Anna needed to use a great effort to get the cylinder out. Like before where she had cut the ingot in two, the entire wall of the cut-out cylinder was also very smooth. In the moonlight, she could even see the reflection of her own face in it. Chapter 131 Chapter 131 The Manifestation of Magic Early at dawn of the next morning, Roland was woken up by Nightingale, who had stolen his blanket. He remembered that the last time he was woken up this way was when Nana¡¯s father had discovered that his daughter had become a witch. So, he sleepily asked while rubbing his eyes, ¡°What¡¯s going on? Did we discover a new witch in town?¡± ¡°No, Your Highness,¡± Nightingale was totally excited, ¡°Anna¡­ her ability has changed!¡± Roland, who at this point wasn¡¯t completely awake yet asked, ¡°Wasn¡¯t she already a grown-up?¡± ¡°Our ability can change even after we become an adult, but until now I have never seen such an amazing kind of magic. It¡¯s just like a completely different entity.¡± Nightingale went to the washbasin, ¡°Even Scroll and Wendy have never heard of something like this, make haste, you have to see it; the others are already waiting for you in the office!¡± Roland casually washed his face, threw some clothes on and went with Nightingale to the second floor and into his office. When he stepped into the room, the eyes of eleven witches immediately focused on him. One of them was Anna, whose eyes were completely swollen, giving the impression that she hadn¡¯t gotten any sleep last night. ¡°Who can tell me what happened?¡± The first one who opened her mouth to speak was Nightingale, ¡°Early this morning I passed by Anna¡¯s room and saw her laying her head on the table and sleeping. On the table were also a pile of iron lumps. When I approached her to wake her up I discovered that the magic within her body had turned into¡­¡± She paused for a moment, seemingly having to think about a way to describe it, ¡°it fused into a fixed shape, like a constantly rotating cube.¡± Roland went to Anna and stopped directly in front of her. There, he carefully examined her all over, but other than seeing that she was clearly tired, he couldn¡¯t detect any differences. Then, he noticed the lengthy cylinder standing on the table; it seemed to be made out of iron, but its gray surface was very smooth and the top was also cleanly cut off, dazzling Roland¡¯s eyes. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°This was created by Anna,¡± explained Nightingale, ¡°She made it with her new ability. When a witch awakens to her power, her body will begin to gather magic. At the beginning, the gathered magic looks like a cluster of fog. However, after a few years, it will turn into a colorful whirlpool. For example, Wendy¡¯s magic is white while Leaves¡¯ magic is green¡­ Previously Anna¡¯s magic reservoir was already very large and condensed into a dark green whirlpool on her day of adulthood, but now, the magic within her body has become fist-sized, solid and completely opaque.¡± She picked up the quill on his desk and began to draw its outline, ¡°It¡¯s almost like that.¡± Although Nightingale¡¯s painting skills were very rudimentary, Roland could still distinguish that it had the form of a cube. Roland turned in Anna¡¯s direction. ¡°What happened last night?¡± Hearing this question, Anna began to recount everything from last night. When she finished her story, the other witches were wearing a confused expression on their faces. They were totally unable to understand what these things that were coming out of her mouth, like small balls, vibrations, and connections had to do with the change to her ability. Only Roland¡¯s heart had begun to beat faster. In his opinion, magic was a kind of energy, and the witches were its outlets. Magic could endlessly be transformed into different kinds of abilities, and in the end, the witch herself would decide what kind of effect her magic had. It always depended on how the witch manipulated it, or more precisely, it depended on the witch¡¯s own imagination. If his guess was right, imagination could have a far-reaching impact on the developing of their abilities. In short, for a person who had never seen an airplane, it would be difficult to think of the idea that a huge iron bird could fly in the air; a person who had never seen the universe naturally didn¡¯t know how wide the world was. The height of their own imagination and the breadth of their knowledge limited their use of magic. Each further understanding of the nature of the world had brought great advances in science and technology, so why wouldn¡¯t that also be true for the witches¡¯ abilities? The deeper their understanding of the world became, the closer their magic and their effect would come to the origin. ¡°Let me see your new abilities,¡± Roland asked, full of curiosity. Anna spread out her arm, and on top of her fingers a black flame appeared out of the thin air. Even when taking a closer look, there was still no difference between the appearance of her flame and that of an ordinary flame, with the exception that it was black and didn¡¯t create any light. So, Roland asked further, ¡°Can you change the shape of your black flame?¡± Anna nodded, and under her control her flame moved down to the top of the desk. Then her naturally-shaped black flame turned into a cube. Not giving anyone the chance to react, the block began to spread out and turned into a black sheet-like cloth, covering almost the entire desk, then gathered at the center, gradually changing into a thin, upright line. Roland could not help but touch, only to discover that this long and slender object, resembling a hair, didn¡¯t move a single jot. This was simply inconceivable. It seemed to be as hard as steel, but moments later he could easily bend it with his fingers. She could decide if it was flexible or absolutely rigid; a true body didn¡¯t exist. ¡°Can you make it even thinner?¡± ¡°Yes, but then you cannot touch it anymore,¡± said Anna, ¡°or else it will easily cut into your hand.¡± ¡°But you can still freely control its temperature?¡± ¡°Right, and compared to my previous green fire, I can now control it to such a degree that different parts of my flame can have different temperatures.¡± Roland could now somewhat understand what Nightingale meant by completely new ability. Compared to her former green and warm fire, her ability at the moment had become completely different; describing it as flame like before wouldn¡¯t be appropriate. When Anna accepted the idea that the universe was built out of microscopic particles, her control of the temperature had also achieved a completely new stage after connecting it with particle motion. It was certain that Anna wasn¡¯t manipulating the particles the same way she had manipulated the flames before¡­. No matter if it was her original flame, her green flame she got on her day of adulthood, or now her black flame, they were her form of expressing her magic. Although she converted her magic into heat in both methods, the true effect was very different. She is truly a genius, Roland couldn¡¯t stop himself from sighing, anything else than genius, he could not think of a more appropriate adjective. In the same evening of learning new knowledge, she was immediately able to fully comprehend it and apply it to create a new ability. Only very talented people could have this absorptive capacity and way of thinking. Anna¡¯s changes also made him more interested in exploring the true nature of the world. Unfortunately, I don¡¯t have my own magic, Roland thought, this is definitely my biggest regret after crossing over. After all, within the hearts of most people there is the dream of becoming a superhero, accidentally gaining an incredible power, and walking down a unique path. How much fun would that be? ¡°I might know why Anna¡¯s ability has changed,¡± Roland spoke aloud, pushing back his regrets and coming back to reality. ¡°How has she achieved it?¡± The crowd asked. ¡°Through studying.¡± ¡°Do you mean something like yesterday¡¯s teaching class?¡± Scroll unsurely muttered. ¡°That is exactly what I was talking about,¡± Roland began to explain his own speculation again, ¡°The understanding of the world can help you improve your ability, or even completely change it.¡± ¡°I can¡­ also change?¡± Mystery Moon timidly asked. ¡°Of course,¡± Roland reassuringly patted her shoulder. If there wasn¡¯t a limited number of steam engines, and I hadn¡¯t found the rubber, I would have been unable to produce wires, so her ability to create strong magnets would have become very handy. The original purpose behind his action of imparting his knowledge to Scroll was to avoid forgetting what he had learned in his ordinary memory. But now, he had accidentally discovered that knowledge played a big role in forming the effect of the witches¡¯ abilities. So, it became necessary that all the witches partake in his evening lessons. Of course, he also understood, that not everyone had Anna¡¯s outstanding talent. For example, he didn¡¯t have the tiniest piece of hope for Nightingale, who always fell asleep during his lessons. He didn¡¯t know how many of the witches would cross the difficult path of simply remembering something to completely understanding it, then understanding it to actually using it. ¡°Last night you didn¡¯t get any sleep, so it would be the best if you got some rest now,¡± Roland said to Anna, ¡°I¡¯ll take another look at your new ability in two days.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± Anna nodded earnestly. ¡°As for the rest of you,¡± he looked to the other witches, ¡°from today on, you will all come together in the living room after dinner to start with the basics and learn how to read and write on Mondays to Fridays. Scroll will be your teacher.¡± Author Note: If you like this work, you are welcome to help me with your vote, your support is the greatest motivation for me. TN: If you want to support the author, you can use this guide for it. Many thanks to Cktalon and Etvolare who created this guide. If you want to support the translation, please vote, add it to your reading list or write a review on Novelsupdates. Chapter 132 Chapter 132 The Knight of the Elk Family (Part 1) Prius had already been locked up for five days. Although it couldn¡¯t be called a cell, after the transformation, there was not much difference between the former house and a cell ¨C the original wooden doors were replaced by wooden railings, all the furniture had been removed from the house, and only a few blankets were left. The only advantage compared to a cell was that the room was clear and that it had neither holes for draught nor rain. In addition to Prius, there were four other prisoners. Three of them belonged to the house of the former Duke, the other belonged to the Wolf Family, and Prius himself belonged to the Elk Family. ¡°What the hell, he really wants to lock us up in here!¡± Shouted one of the Duke¡¯s Knights, who belonged to the oldest people who have taken part in the battle, ¡°The wheat on the fields in my territory haven¡¯t even been sown yet! And my woman doesn¡¯t know how to manage everything.¡± ¡°Your territory?¡± asked the young knight of the Wolf Family with a lot of contempt in his voice, ¡°Do you really believe that the Prince will let you keep your rank as a knight? Even letting you keep your Horse, Armor, and weapons so that you can start your revenge whenever you feel like? Really, as long as he doesn¡¯t send us to the gallows, he can still be considered as a kind person.¡± ¡°What did you just say!?¡± The old knight stared furiously at him. ¡°To tell you the truth,¡± the young knight explained further, ¡±The Duke did indeed plan to start a rebellion against the throne in doing so becoming a first-rate convict, taking all of his elite knights with him, and only letting a few stand by the side of his son. As for us, we would naturally be forced by the Duke to follow him onto the battlefield.¡± ¡°I see that you would really like to die now!¡± Hearing him talk like this the old knight suddenly went over, picking the young knight and lifting him up, while at the same time clenching his right hand into a fist, already going through the motion to hit him, but suddenly his hand was firmly grasped from behind. ¡°Stay your hand, Halon. Do you want that the guards come over?¡± the fist was grasped by a young handsome knight, ¡°What he said is right, we were knights under the command of the Duke, so if we are to be convicted we are likely to be sentenced to a heavy punishment. Just look at the Knight of the Elk Family, he is waiting calmly for the result, and now look at how you are acting. Do you think you¡¯re showing the right kind of demeanor? Prius could immediately recognize this man, he was the star of all of the Longsong Stronghold¡¯s knights, Ferlin Eltek, also nicknamed Morning Light. He had captured the hearts of many aristocratic families¡¯ young ladies. However, after coming around, he finally settled down and married a civilian, creating a lot of heated discussions. After being mentioned, Prius decided that now wasn¡¯t the time to stay quiet, so he said to them: ¡°I don¡¯t know what will happen to your territories, but I¡¯m certain that the Prince won¡¯t kill us.¡± ¡°Oh, why¡¯s that?¡± ¡°If he had killed us all in the stronghold, he would have achieved a deterrent effect, but after spending so much effort to bring us to Border Town, why should he kill us here? To impress the civilians?¡± Prius shook his head, ¡°During the battle, we weren¡¯t even able to set one foot inside the town.¡± As long no one attacked them, burning down and looting their houses, the town¡¯s people naturally wouldn¡¯t have any extreme hatred against them. Therefore, since the Prince didn¡¯t kill them during their stay in the stronghold, he also wasn¡¯t likely to kill them here in Border Town. After thinking about this for a moment, the knight called Eltek nodded in confirmation, ¡°What you said makes sense. May I have your name, please, mister¡­?¡± ¡°Prius Dessau.¡± ¡°Thank you for your encouraging words, Sir Dessau.¡± After he expressed his thanks, Ferlin grasped Halon by his arm and took him back to another corner. The young knight of the Wolf Family also sat back down, and leaning against the wall and began to hum. He really doesn¡¯t seem to be afraid of it, Prius thought, but my staying ¡°calm¡±, isn¡¯t anything other than a facade. Prius knew that he wasn¡¯t made out of the things needed to be a knight. He did not inherit his father¡¯s bravery, nor his mother¡¯s wisdom, and instead of training with the sword he had always preferred to take care of their territory. Raising chicken and ducks, fishing in the pond or doing anything else similar to this. As a knight for the Elk Family, he was really a helpless case, not to mention killing someone, he didn¡¯t even like to participate in hunting. So, during their charges against the defenders of Border Town, Prius had always kept as far to the back as possible, never expecting to come into a situation where he had to retreat for his life. Hold on¡­ when he thought about the battle he got the feeling that there was something wrong, as the star of the Duke¡¯s Knight, why was Eltek still able to stay alive? Shouldn¡¯t he have been the first line in leading the charge? ¡°His Royal Highness wants to see you,¡± a guard suddenly shouted by the door, ¡°Sirius Daly, you¡¯re the first to come with me.¡± Hearing his name a young knight jumped up, waved once to say goodbye to the others and left the cell. ¡°Hey, we also want to go!¡± Seeing that one of them was allowed to leave Halon also chased to the door, only to be stopped by the blunt end of the guard¡¯s weapon. After locking the door, he turned once more into the direction of the prisoner and coldly said, ¡°Do not worry, it won¡¯t be long before it will be your turn.¡± Knowing that it was soon time for his own trial, with each passing minute Prius became more and more tense. Damn it, previously the day of the trial couldn¡¯t come along fast enough for me, but now that the day has finally arrived, I¡¯ve become afraid. Prius thought angrily. But he couldn¡¯t stop his body from shaking from time to time. Every few moments he would look towards the door, feeling the same as if his first child was soon to be born, feeling hope and panic at the same time. Fortunately, the waiting time wasn¡¯t all that long, probably only half an hour had passed before the guard responsible for escorting the prisoners came again, ¡°Prius Dessau, it¡¯s your turn.¡± Panic-stricken he jumped up, but his feet accidentally tripping about one of the blankets laying on the floor, but Eltek seeing that just took a step forward and supported him, stopping him from falling down. ¡± Th-thank you.¡± Prius pressed the words out of his parched throat. ¡°It¡¯s nothing much.¡± Said his helper with a soothing voice, taking away a lot of Prius¡¯ tension. He nodded once more thankfully in Ferlin¡¯s direction and then followed the guard out of the cell. Leading the way was a young man, who was about seventeen years old, was wearing a dark brown leather armor and boots while holding a strange weapon in his hands. ¡°Don¡¯t you need to tie my hands together?¡± Prius asked confused. ¡°When we locked you up you were already searched thoroughly, so what can you even do without a weapon?¡± ¡°Where are you going to take me?¡± ¡°To His Highness¡¯s Castle.¡± ¡°What¡¯s happened to the previous man? The knight, how is he?¡± The guard just shrugged his shoulders and didn¡¯t give him an answer. Well, maybe he doesn¡¯t know what happened to him, or it is also possible that he just doesn¡¯t want to tell me. When it became clear that he wouldn¡¯t get another answer, Prius just closed his mouth. Prius had a very strange feeling as he looked at his escort. The guard dressed and looked like an ordinary civilian, but when he just spoke to the knights he didn¡¯t show even a trace of fear, he wasn¡¯t even using the most basic form of honorifics. He seems to not understand, that during peacetime, we knights can easily decide his life and death. But there was also the expression in his eyes ¨C Prius had looked into the eyes of many people who were always fighting to survive, their eyes were all stiff and indifferent, just like the eyes of a soulless corpse, but in this young man¡¯s eyes, he saw arrogance and pride. It was obviously that he was a civilian, but he was showing the same prideful demeanor as a full-fledged knight. This extreme incongruity confused Prius to the extreme. In the end, what kind of environment was needed in order to give birth to such a person? While walking, Prius viewed his surrounding, although he had never been to Border Town before, he had still heard about what a barren and desolate place it was. But the vibrancy he felt from the town, stood on the complete opposite end of the image he had previously formed of it. Everywhere on the streets there were people coming and going, always moving at a fast pace, giving the impression as if everyone was busy. From time to time, there were other people dressed in the same way as the young man escorting him. Everyone¡¯s face was rosy, full of spirit, and not a bit like people who had just experienced the ordeal of the Months of Demons. Close to the castle district, he saw an area where more than 100 people had gathered together ¨C it seems this group of people were responsible for the construction of residential houses, but looking at the scale it seemed that they were building more than one. The materials they needed to build the houses were neatly accumulated on the side and within them, there were also plenty of fired bricks. In general, only the aristocracy would choose to use this more expensive material, but assuming that the building was supposed for a noble, the area built was just too small for nobility. Looking at an already previously built house, he discovered that it was only as large as his family¡¯s drawing room. In addition, all those houses were built with the same design, which aristocracy would like such houses? With his head filled with questions, Prius entered the Lord¡¯s Castle. Chapter 133 Chapter 133 The Knight of the Elk Family (Part 2) Before he was allowed to enter the parlor, Prius had to once more go through a complete body search. But this time it was a much more detailed search than the previous one. From the top to the bottom, they had touched every possible place in which he could hide a knife, even his soles weren¡¯t forgotten. He was then led into the hall and was finally able to see the person responsible for the Duke¡¯s defeat ¨C the 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, the Lord of Border Town, as well as the new Lord of the Western Territories, Roland Wimbledon. The Prince carried the typical symbol of the Wimbledon bloodline, the gray hair. His face still looked very young, at most he was still in his early twenties. Besides his gray hair, there wasn¡¯t any other sign of his royal blood. He didn¡¯t wear a crown nor did he have any other kind of jewelry on his slender fingers, instead he was holding a quill in his hand. Furthermore, he didn¡¯t wear any bracelets either ¨C all of this was a very rare sight when facing a member of the aristocracy. ¡°Are you Prius Dessau, a knight belonging to the Elk Family?¡± Roland asked while he leaned back into his chair and looked at the parchment. ¡°Yes, Sir,¡± When spoken to, Prius knelt down on one knee. He couldn¡¯t believe it, such a young man without even the trace of a beard, was able to lead a group of miners and hunters to defeat the whole combined forces of the previous Lord of the Western Territories, Duke Ryan. ¡°Are you able to read and write? You may stand up and answer.¡± ¡°I can, Your Highness, this is a knight¡¯s most basic of requirement,¡± Prius stood up and suddenly thought of some of the old Knight who got their title conferred during the time where the Kingdom of Graycastle wasn¡¯t as powerful, they even knighted civilians with good military achievements, so he quickly added, ¡°I mean, like all other knights of the younger generation are able to.¡± Over the past three decades, with the reduction in exploration and wars, the possibility of achieving military merits and getting canonized had become smaller while at the same time other traits became more important for a knight. If you didn¡¯t pick up the pen and wasn¡¯t able to read or write a document, it would become very difficult to rule over your own territory. With the king¡¯s establishment of the camp in the Cold Wind Ridge, the area at the western border of the Kingdom of Dawn had a sudden rise it the number of talented men appearing there. But at the same time, the requirements for being knighted was also placed at a new height. So now during the training to become a knight, the first thing trainees would learn was how to read and write, while later on, if they wanted to rise higher in rank, they would also have to master a variety of etiquettes. But Prius couldn¡¯t understand, why had His Royal Highness asked him this question? ¡°Very well,¡± the Prince nodded. ¡°Then it¡¯s time for my judgment.¡± Hearing this sentence, Prius instantly held his breath. ¡°There are two options you can pick from, one is to go to the North Slope Mine and mine there for twenty years to redeem your sins while your second options it to become a teacher and start to teach my people how to read and write. Furthermore, as a miner you won¡¯t be treated as a slave, you will be paid and every month you will have three days of rest. But teachers are not only paid, they will get free housing and two days rest each week. However, if you choose the latter option, you must work until you reach the age of fifty, only then will you be allowed to lay down your post. By that time though, even if you don¡¯t continue working any longer, you will still be paid as usual. ¡± After listening to all this Prius was a little relieved, sure enough, just like he had expected, they don¡¯t have to face death or exile. But these two options still left him very puzzled, it sounds like the job as a miner requires a lot of hard work, but His Royal Highness had also said that they would get a salary and¡­ holidays? And, as a teacher wasn¡¯t it important to be a knowledgeable person? But besides reading and writing, I have no further knowledge. And what meaning did it have to teach civilians anything? His Royal Highness could not truly believe that he could teach the civilians the complete aristocracy culture, could he? But the most critical point was that both options didn¡¯t mention what would happen to his own territory. So, Prius gathered his courage, looked up at the Prince, and carefully asked: ¡°Your respected Highness, I do not know what will happen to my territory when I chose one of the two¡­¡± ¡°From the moment you raised the sword against me, your territory no longer belonged to you,¡± answered Roland bluntly. ¡°On this point, I have already reached an agreement with the heir of the Elk family, that after you made your choice, the new count will send a compensation together with your family to Border Town, so that your territory is vacant and he can confer the knight¡¯s title on someone else.¡± Prius¡¯ heart sank, but that is my territory, my house it also on my territory, and there also a group of chickens and ducks and a pond full of fishes, how much can these things be worth? The new count would certainly use a sharp knife to cut it down as far as possible¡­ It was hard to say whether he would even get thirty gold royals for it. The Count has just died, and his heir had already abandoned his own family, such ruthlessness deeply disappointed Prius. ¡°As an accomplice of the traitor, who rebelled against the throne, this is just a minor verdict.¡± Roland paused, ¡°Moreover, why are you even showing such a large regret pity for a barren little territory? Whether you choose to become a miner or a teacher, as long as you save enough money you can purchase your own territory.¡± Hearing this sentence, Prius spirit raised once more, mining was certainly not his favorite work, but for the other choice¡­ ¡°Your Royal Highness, may I get to know how high the salary for a teacher is?¡± ¡°As a Junior Grade Teacher, you would get a payment of 20 silver royals each month, with an increase of 5 silver royals per year, until you reach the age of 50. After reaching the age of fifty, your salary will be the same like your highest previous salary, however, your job as a teacher cannot be inherited nor can it be transferred.¡± With his little arithmetic knowledge, Prius calculated that he would receive a yearly income of nearly 3 gold royals, even more, it would increase yearly. So as long as he was able to work for four to five years his income would be as high as his own territory¡¯s income. ¡°Your Royal Highness, what does the title Junior Grade Teacher mean¡­ are there any other types of teachers?¡± ¡°Of course there are also other occupations. The Primary Teachers merely teach the reading and writing of characters, while Middle-Grade Teachers and High-Grade Teachers are responsible for teaching all kinds of different knowledge. As long as it is a unique skill which is able to help with the development of a Border Town you can get the position.¡± Roland sat himself straight up, ¡°How is it, do you have any other good skills? I¡¯m not asking about riding or fencing skills.¡± That doesn¡¯t matter since I¡¯m bad at them anyway, Prius thought. He hesitated, but then he said: ¡°Your Royal Highness, I¡¯m good at raising chicken and ducks. I am also very good at fishing.¡± The moment he had said it aloud, was the moment he already regretted his words. What kind of skill was that? If he was thrown into the wild he would be able to survive. Other nobles were also raising cats or birds, but wasn¡¯t something which interested Prius very much. As for fishing¡­ this was the same as hunting, it could only be counted as his personal hobby. But he would have never believed that His Royal Highness would be so interested into his skills, ¡°Oh? How do you raise them, can you please explain it to me.¡± With no better option than to brace himself and start explaining or to fall, Prius began to state his gathered knowledge. ¡°Uh, according to my experience in the area of raising broods, it is important to put some grain into the hey, that way they will grow faster. In addition, the grain should be mixed with sand, it will have a similar effect while at the same time, saving on food. It would also be good to set a shed in a well-ventilated area, where they are safe from the sun, rain, and the cold. Especially during the hot summer, if there is no shelter, the hen will most likely stop laying its eggs. While during the winter it¡¯s important to give them some straw, to avoid the chickens from freezing to death. In addition, if you feed them some small fish every month, the chickens will rarely get sick, of course, it is also important to clean up the chicken manure regularly¡­¡± When his speech came to its end, he had to discover that His Highness actually had begun to laugh. ¡°Yes, it appears that the aristocracy of the Western Territory truly aren¡¯t useless.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness?¡± Prius couldn¡¯t understand what the Prince meant. Fortunately, Roland Wimbledon quickly lifted his fears, ¡°I will send people to buy a group of chickens and ducks from the Longsong Stronghold, while at the same time I will also give you a piece of land to the west of Border Town, where you can raise the birds. Your payment will be according to that of a Middle-Grade Teacher. For the first year, you will get 50 silver royals each month, with an annual increase of 10 silvers. Of course, if you fail to raise the birds, your only option left will be the mines.¡± Chapter 134 Chapter 134 Morning Light First, Roland recorded Prius future treatment on a paper, and he then put down the quill and rubbed his aching neck. Moments later Nightingale¡¯s voice could be heard from behind, ¡°Your Royal Highness, would you like me to help you relax?¡± ¡°There are still more than 30 other prisoners I have to deal with, maybe later.¡± Roland smiled and nodded in disagreement, he instead took the bell which was placed by the side of his table and rung it a few times. The earlier he finished these chores, the sooner he could start with the Border Town General Education task. After seeing Anna¡¯s new ability, he was now full of expectation of what the future would hold. The next person who was brought into the hall by his guards was a tall man and Roland¡¯s first impression of him was that he seemed extraordinarily handsome. He wasn¡¯t that far off compared to Carter, who had the face of a male god. Of course, in Roland¡¯s eyes he immediately got negative points for his handsomeness. After glancing on his list, he asked, ¡°Ferlin Eltek?¡± But there was something different between him and other people, behind his name there were also additional comments, so Roland read further, ¡°Head of the Knights of the Lions, Morning Light, First Knight in the Western Territory¡­ you have so many titles.¡± ¡°I do, Your Highness.¡± Ferlin acknowledged, at the same time going down on one knee. ¡°I thought people like you, the Head of the Lions would be in the first in line during the charge,¡± Roland raised his brow. ¡°How were you able to survive?¡± ¡°I hid within the rows further behind,¡± admitted the knight, ¡°so long as your control over your horse and its step size is good enough, you can let it looks like you are in full sprint, while in fact, you haven¡¯t raised the speed by much.¡± Roland had never expected that he would get such a straightforward answer, he thought that the other side would try to find some excuse to cover up their own fear of fighting, hiding the fact that they had escaped. It seems that this matter wasn¡¯t as simple as he had at first thought. Sure, enough, the knight quickly explained his behavior further: ¡°On the morning of the third day of your pursuit, in other words, at the day of the Duke¡¯s death, I have been standing by his side, trying to find an opportunity to kill him, but he still had a large number of guards by his side, which were tightly surrounding him. So, I did not find the right opportunity to start my assault, but fortunately, your troops were able to kill him in the end,¡± during the whole time he told his story he had held his head down. ¡°Your His Highness, I express my gratitude for what you did, so regardless of where you will send me, I will give it my best.¡± The last sentence could be nearly seen as a plea of allegiance, stunning Roland for a moment, when he had finally collected himself he said: ¡°Stand up and explain it to me further, in the end, what has happened between you and the Duke?¡± ¡°As you command, Your Highness. My wife, Irene, was originally a civilian who worked at a well-known theater in the stronghold. We met each other on a lucky encounter and we immediately fell in Love. I had hoped to marry her, but my father and mother did not support the wedding. So, I had to leave the territory, and rent a room on a farm near the stronghold. That was also the place where we had held the wedding. However, shortly after our marriage, Irene finally got the opportunity for her first formal performance.¡± Speaking up to here, the Knight¡¯s voice became smaller, ¡°The Duke also watched the drama and immediately took a fancy to her, and it didn¡¯t take long before he broke into our room and assaulted Irene while I was still out on a mission. ¡°It took me a long time before I finally got her to tell me what had really happened, and the moment I heard about it, I wanted to find the Duke and hold him responsible for his deeds, but Irene knelt down and begged me not to act recklessly. Deep down, I also knew that if I tried to do something, my chance of success weren¡¯t very high. Even if I was able to kill him, I would never be able to escape the hands of his personal guards, and Irene¡­ most likely would become the object of revenge for the Duke ¡®s heir. With no other option left to me, I could only suppress my thoughts of revenge, until he decided to go on march against Border Town. ¡°Although I wasn¡¯t able to take personal revenge, but now Irene will finally be able to feel fall asleep without having to worry that someone will break into her room during the night. For me it was also a heavy burden which is now finally lifted from my heart, so please allow me to thank you once again.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s what happened.¡± Roland tapped with his quill on the table, a sign he had previously agreed on with Nightingale, telling her to check whether the other side had lied. Soon he could feel how Nightingale pinched his left scapula, which represented that the other side had told the truth¡­ but this pinch was slightly too hard, letting Roland a little flinch. ¡°Are you able to read and write?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Now it was Ferlin¡¯s time to get startled, showing that he clearly was unable to follow the Prince¡¯s train of thoughts, ¡°I can.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll announce my verdict now,¡± Roland gave him the same choices that he had given to Prius, ¡°¡­ what is your choice?¡± ¡°Your Highness, do you not want me to fight for you? Whether it is a solitary riding duel or a group battle, I -¡± ¡°No, I do not,¡± interrupted Roland him, ¡°there are no aristocrats within my army, and in the future, I won¡¯t be recruiting any of them. They are a fully-armed civilian army, and you yourself, during the rest of your life you won¡¯t ever get the opportunity to again take up a weapon.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ so?¡± Ferlin was silent for a long time before he finally nodded, ¡°I understand, that being the case, I choose to become a teacher.¡± ¡°You made a wise choice. Teachers can get free housing and their salary is also very good. I will send someone back to your home, to get your wife, so that you can live continue to live a good life here together.¡± After giving his judgment, Roland gave the signal that Ferlin could now leave. ¡°Wait, Your Highness, I beg you please let me ask a favor of you,¡± Ferlin, however, did not leave. ¡°Did you mean that the other knights, as long as they are unable to become a teacher, the only option left to them is to work in the mines for twenty years? ¡°That¡¯s exactly what I said.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness¡­ I have a man named Harlon, he is an experienced and old knight, but he is unable to read. Can I pay for him with gold royals, so that he won¡¯t be sent into the mine?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Roland directly disagreed, ¡°if you could redeem your crime with money, you would just go back to the stronghold.¡± ¡°But he¡¯s almost fifty years old, and this kind of work where he doesn¡¯t get to see the light of the day would only destroy his body.¡± ¡°He isn¡¯t strong enough to mine, but he was still able to attack Border Town? Furthermore, my ore mine isn¡¯t such a dark coal mine as you¡¯re imaging. I also have a steam engine, which helps with the pumping and transportation and the staff even have a fixed holiday, don¡¯t you think that¡¯s good enough? Roland picked up the bell, ready to call for the next prisoner. ¡°My Lord!¡± Ferlin got frantic and went once more down on his knee. ¡°My family has a treasure map, which is at least four hundred years old and I am willing to use that to buy his freedom.¡± ¡°A treasure map with an age of more than four hundred years¡­¡± The Prince became uncertain, ¡°Are you sure that it wasn¡¯t one of your ancestors who took some charcoal and casually drew a map to coax the younger generation? ¡°No, it¡¯s not written with charcoal or ink,¡± the knight shook his head. Then he placed his hand on head as if was trying to recall the drawing. ¡°I can¡¯t tell you out of what material it is made of. The lines are very delicate, smooth and supple, and it¡¯s been stored in our basements for decades, but the drawings and the text don¡¯t have any signs of discoloration. My father told me that it was handed down from generation to generation and it describes the location of a treasure. It should be hidden deep in the Northwest of the Concealing Forest, but to get there you would have to cross past the Desolate Lands, so to us it was simply impossible to go there. Roland tapped his quill once more against the table, and once more Nightingale pinched his left side. ¡°Well, even in the case that what you said was the truth, there is still the problem that this treasure map should be hidden in the basement of your family home. You have already given up the right of your inheritance, and I¡¯m afraid they won¡¯t willingly see you ever again.¡± ¡°What you say is the truth,¡± he firmly nodded, ¡°But I have completely memorized the content of the drawings, the above patterns and the text I can roughly depict it¡±. ¡°Then draw it for me,¡± Roland pushed his quill and paper over the table into his direction. ¡°If what you said is true, I can make an exception to your request.¡± ¡°His Royal Highness is too kind.¡± Ferlin went to the table and began to depict the treasure map. It was true, Morning Light wasn¡¯t only good at fighting; no, he was also talented in painting and calligraphy. Soon, a rough topographical map appeared in front of Roland. The map actually showed the area behind the Impassable Mountain Range, the lower right corner of the map was occupied by mountains. Then around the center, he drew an equilateral triangle, and the three corners pointed to different places. One corner ended at the foot of the Northern Slope, and another corner pointed to a hexagonal star mark inside the Concealing Forest, which was most probably the so-called treasure¡¯s location. However, Roland¡¯s attention was entirely attracted to the third vertex of the triangle, pointing to the middle of the Wild Lands, on top of a sawtooth-shaped mountain top, stood the word: ¡°Taqila.¡± Chapter 135 Chapter 135 To start with the basics ¨C ¡°The Devils grow in number each day, but we become less.¡± ¡°The Holy City of Taqila has already fallen into the hands of the enemies, the only option left to us is to scatter in all directions.¡± ¡°We fled over mountains and across rivers, as far as possible from the Gates of Hell.¡± ¡°But next time, where should we flee?¡± ¨C ¡°What do you think about it?¡± Back in his office, Roland closed the illusion of the ancient book and turned to Scroll to get her opinion of it. ¡°In case what the Knight remembered is the truth, this would really be an incredible coincidence.¡± Scroll pondered for a moment about her next words, ¡°The content of the treasure map and what¡¯s recorded in the ancient book is the same, so this proves that the Church had once stepped into the Wild Lands and constructed a point of resistance against the Devils there. In addition, the points marked on the map are perhaps the defense towers, posts, warehouses, or whatever they built there.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ this isn¡¯t really a treasure map?¡± ¡°Of course. After all, the Church isn¡¯t a group of bandits or pirates; they do not need to hide their treasures, but they would leave behind a drawing to help the future generations.¡± Roland nodded, ¡°Well, so¡­ this is just such a map?¡± ¡°Although it is not clear why the Church did not record this period in history, I believe that the ruins buried in the eastern forest aren¡¯t the only one of its kind.¡± Analyzed Scroll, ¡°If the locations marked on the map are just some facilities, the chance that we find something after all these centuries aren¡¯t that high, but if it has a storage warehouse in the basement, it will probably be another underground site, and we might be able to uncover some clues from it.¡± ¡°What kind of clues?¡± ¡°Like the reason that the Church is concealing the existence of the devils? Why do they resist the devil, but still carefully conceal it?¡± She paused, her voice becoming a little unsteady,¡± and¡­ why do they call us witches the Devil¡¯s messengers and why do they want to kill us?¡± Roland did not know how to comfort her, so he was unable to find the right words as he fell silent after a moment. Only after a while he slowly began, ¡°Unfortunately he didn¡¯t know how accurate the picture was. According to his statement, the original map wasn¡¯t drawn by hand.¡± ¡°Do you want Nightingale to go to the knight¡¯s house?¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound right,¡± Roland denied, ¡°The treasure map has already been passed on for hundreds of years, so the possibility that the storeroom is filled with God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation or other traps is high.¡± Pointing at the triangle symbol, ¡°For now, this place is out of reach, in any case. If this is the area of our North Slope mine, then the location of the hexagonal star is at least 50 kilometers away from us, almost as far as the distance between Border Town to Longsong Stronghold. With the exception of Lightning, who can travel that distance within a day, the rest of us would need to walk for two to three days. What will we do if we were to meet some of the Devils during the journey¡­ I don¡¯t want you to have any kind of mishap.¡± ¡°You can let Lightning explore the forest from the air; maybe she will be able to find something,¡± Scroll suggested. ¡°That is a viable option.¡± Roland immediately stood up, ¡°The next time she comes back I will give her her new mission, but for now I want to go to the North Slope Mine while you get ready to give your next lesson. If you need more copies of the books, you should find Soraya, she will handle it for you. Don¡¯t forget to continue to give them lessons this evening.¡± Now that Roland had already held the first lessons of his new primary course, he could give the teachers position to Scroll. With her phonetic reading and writing and her ability to repeat everything from memory she had once heard or read, Roland believed she had everything that was needed to become a good teacher. ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± Scroll said as she saluted and left. The testing and production area near the North Slope Mine was now more than two-times as large as it was before, and the two holes needed for the production of the twelve-pound cannon were still left on the ground. When Roland arrived in the testing area, he immediately saw Anna practicing her new ability. On the table next to her, there laid two finished products that looked exactly like steel pipes. He immediately held them up to take a closer look; the steel pipes were perfectly round and had a totally smooth surface without any pores, the hole in the middle was equally wide on both sides, and the sunlight passed through without any problems through the hole in the pipe. To compare the thickness of the pipe-walls, Roland placed his fingers into the holes. This way, he discovered that they were exactly the same size. Roland couldn¡¯t stop admiring her work, ¡°How were you able to make this? ¡°Take a look,¡± Anna picked up a freshly cut steel bar, laid it flat on her hand, and inserted a thread of her black flame into one end, leading it through the complete body. Then she let the thread rotate around the center of a circle, and soon the hole was complete. What an amazing ability, he thought, with her magic, she is capable of hot wire cutting, and at the same time her accuracy and control are incomparable. Anna alone is enough to push the industrial production to a new height inside Border Town. Trying to restrain his excitement, he said, ¡°Let¡¯s do some basic tests first.¡± The basic test included the testing of the scope of her abilities, her ability¡¯s strength, and its duration. Nightingale also took part in the test; she appeared out of her fog and was responsible for observing if there were any changes to the magic inside of Anna¡¯s body. The results showed that in addition to a substantial increase in the strength of her ability and the duration at which she was able to cast her magic, the range at which she was able to use her flame was still around five meters, and it was only within a range of three meters that she was able to carry out her precise control. Furthermore, her magic still belonged to the category of summoning, and could still be suppressed by God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. When Anna ordered her black flame to enter the range of the stone, the flame would still suddenly disappear. Unless she could evolve to the point of directly accessing her magic, she wouldn¡¯t be able to get past this hurdle. However, Anna¡¯s new capabilities still belonged to the category of earth-changing. With her black flame, it became much easier to produce the industrial machinery, and her ability to reproduce all kinds of tools could be considered as the method to push the level of machine processing to a whole new level. However, a large-scale industrial production wasn¡¯t something that one person could do on their own. For example, Karl had already finished one of the furnaces he had to build on the hillside near the North Slope Mine. However, by the time they tested it, they discovered that although they could use it to produce clay bricks for the creation of cement, its temperature tolerance was not up to the level that they had needed. So, in the end, they still had to rely on Anna alone to produce the required cement ¨C fortunately, since her day of adulthood, it was no longer required of her to step inside the dusty room to complete the calcining process. It wasn¡¯t the case that Roland was unable to find a solution to the temperature problem. For example, they could use the steam engine to create enough wind in order to improve the furnace¡¯s temperature, and they could then let the heated up air circulate to minimize the heat loss. But without Anna, they were unable to create another steam engine. After all, only she could complete the welding of the key components. It could be said that the creation of industrial machinery was built on the Anna¡¯s shoulders. The moment they lost her, the so-called industrial revolution would be nothing more than flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in the lake. During the Months of the Demons, Roland had done everything he could in order to survive, and now that the threat of the demonic beasts no longer existed and Longsong Stronghold had provided them with enough additional population and capital, he naturally wanted to change the present situation. ¨C ¡°First, let us start with the basics.¡± He let Anna cut out a two-finger wide and one millimeter-thick steel sheet. He then measured a centimeter-long distance on it, and repeated this until he had a ten-centimeter-long ruler. Then he let Anna¡¯s black flame climb up the steel sheet, and create vertical marks at a regular distance. Under her fine control, the distance between each vertical mark was almost exactly the same. Roland¡¯s intention was that this ruler was only the start. Afterwards, he wanted to create various kinds of measuring tools to define the samples for uniform weights and measures. These standard units would then be written as the norm into manuals, becoming an inseparable part of his educational courses. Chapter 136 Chapter 136 The Dilemma The last two weeks in Clearwater Port seemed to be one day of festival after another, even standing above the ground, on the balcony of the Lord¡¯s Tower, Ryan could still feel the exuberant atmosphere within the city. The people and materials they had moved from Eagle City had greatly expanded the strength of the harbor city, the looters had really a fruitful harvest and the slavers haven¡¯t been any less successful. After this series of fighting, the Black Sail Fleet not only did not have many losses, they could even increase the ranks of the sailors with new slaves who were currently standing at the edge of the harbor undergoing a rigid drill. In a few days, they would set sails towards the Islands of the Fjords beginning this year¡¯s first looting operation. Her Majesty the Queen has also openly declared the Slave Act, as long as these captured slaves from Eagle City were able to capture new slaves, they could exchange them for their replacement. Like this, they could jump from the rank of a slave to a full citizen of the Clearwater Port. With such a decree of encouragement, they could guarantee that the former residents of Eagle City, who had now become slaves, would do their best to fight for her Majesty. Today, the defeated Timothy should have returned to King¡¯s City and shouldn¡¯t have any possibility to block the conquest of the Queen of Clearwater. As long as time passes, Garcia Wimbledon was bound to become the Queen of Graycastle. Thinking of this, Ryan couldn¡¯t understand why he didn¡¯t see even a small trace of happiness on the Queen¡¯s face, but to the contrary, her eyebrows were always forming a frown. ¡°Your Majesty, the Clan Heads of the Sandstone Clan and Black Bone Clan have come to see you.¡± At this moment, the voice of a guard could be heard through the door. Ryan looked at Her Majesty, only to see that the latter didn¡¯t show any sign of listening, so he could only shout, ¡°Bring them in.¡± His Majesty, whether it was to rest, to convene a meeting or just to meet with people, she was always at the top of the tower. As long as the weather was good, the terrace was the place where Garcia¡¯s could be found. Most people weren¡¯t conformable with standing in mid-air, facing the slightly fishy smelling sea breeze. And the people from the Extreme South were no exception to this. The Clan Head of the Sandstone Clan was a petite woman, but she also acted as the clan¡¯s own goddess. When Ryan had heard of this for the first time, he had scoffed within his heart, what Goddess? She is nothing more than a corrupted witch. The Clan Head of the Black Bone Clan was a tall man, whose face was covered in scars and whose arms and legs were exceptional muscular. Each meeting, they had to place three to four guards to surround him, in case he planned to act against Her Majesty the Queen. The moment they set foot on the terrace, the two Clan Heads invariably raised their eyebrows, but they soon changed their expressions back, and instead they went down on one knee to pay their respect to Her Majesty. ¡°May there always be an oasis in front of you, and may the stars of heaven always light your path.¡± ¡°Stand up,¡± Garcia said while she herself sat down on the parapet. ¡°How is it, are you satisfied with your new home?¡± ¡°Everything is fine,¡± answered Goddess Kaaba rushed. ¡°Here the land has water and forests, which is much more comfortable than the life in Sand City, where the wind blows the sand all over the place.¡± ¡°When everything is to your liking, then why did you come to me?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, you have to¡± The moment the Black Bone Clan Head opened his mouth to speak he got already interrupted by Kaaba, ¡°Yes, your Majesty. After the last battle, many of our warriors became weak and dispirited, only after a new dose of pills did their symptoms get any better, but we don¡¯t have enough pills in our hands. So, we would like to ask you if you could give us more pills.¡± ¡°I meant to say the same thing¡± muffled the Black Bone Clan Head after he received a glare from Kaaba. ¡°These pills are very complicated to produce and have rare ingredients, I do not have much surplus. But rest assured, when the new batch of pills is produced, I will give them to you as soon as possible. But don¡¯t forget to prepare the gold royals, if they aren¡¯t enough, you¡¯ll have to pay in other ways.¡± ¡°Your majesty, I beg your pardon for my asking,¡± Kaaba hesitated for a moment. ¡°I wonder when the next batch will be made.¡± ¡°I¡¯m unable to give you this information,¡± Garcia stroke through her hair, sorting the chaos created by the sea breeze, ¡°All the news about the pills are top secret, you can only go back and wait patiently. Those soldiers are just dispirited, just let them rest a little bit more, then everything will be alright.¡± After receiving a hint from Garcia, her guards walked forward to surround the Clan Heads and lead both of them back down, without giving them any chance to say a few anymore words. When the door closed behind them, Garcia sighed softly. Ryan who had rarely heard such a tone from the Queen had to ask: ¡°Your Majesty, don¡¯t you think that it was wrong to let the Sandpeople settle down at our southern border? One day, when they become stronger¡­¡± ¡°No, Ryan,¡± Garcia shook her head, ¡°I have never been worried about the Sandpeople, they won¡¯t ever be a threat to Clearwater Port. The lake in their territory is exactly in the middle between the two clans, but the river ending in the lake goes first through the Port of Clear Water. So as long as I block up the river, the amount of water in the lake will be reduced and they will start to fight against each other. This is also exactly the reason, why I chose the Sandstone Clan and the Black Bone Clan, their relationship was never harmonious. ¡° ¡°Then are you worried about the matter of the pills?¡± Garcia didn¡¯t give him a reply, however, just at this moment a guard knocked once more on the door and announced, ¡°Your Majesty, the priest of the church, Dicar.¡± ¡°Bring him in,¡± the Queen stood up and her face became darker. ¡°Your Majesty, Garcia Wimbledon, I greet you on behalf of the Holy City,¡± the priest entered the terrace while bowing. ¡°Pills? Why is it that the previous batches of pills that had always been served timely, but this batch got so much delayed?¡± Garcia asked coldly. ¡°Your Majesty no need for anger, this is exactly the reason I came,¡± Dicar had to wipe the sweat from his forehead, ¡°You asked to buy 5000 pills, but that is just too much, even if we take all the pills produced for the Hermes we can¡¯t fulfill your request. This time I brought as much as I could with me.¡± ¡°How much?¡± Interrupted Garcia. ¡°One thousand.¡± Said Dicar in a consoling voice, ¡°the rest will be sent after a while.¡± ¡°And it will still be the same as previously promised?¡± Garcia¡¯s facial expression got a bit nicer, ¡°You now I want to have as many as I can. Also where have you stored the pills? I¡¯ll immediately send someone to fetch them.¡± ¡°In the church, the gold royals¡­¡± ¡°This time, I won¡¯t reduce the number of gold royals,¡± Garcia stepped directly in front of Dicar and whispered into his ear, ¡°but if the delivering of the pills get further delayed, your head will hang on the highest mast of my flagship, and I can guarantee you, the archbishop won¡¯t shed a single tear for you.¡± Hearing this the priest turn pale and directly asked to be excused. When he had left, Garcia went back to the railing and looked out over the sea. Her hair was lifted up by the sea breeze, just like the flags of her ships, waving in the wind. ¡°You were right, I¡¯m worried about the pills.¡± Garcia¡¯s voice seemed distant. ¡°If Timothy had waited two months longer, my preparation would have been more adequate, but he had moved too fast.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve done a great job,¡± Ryan thought to himself, who could have done a better job? The moment she had occupied Eagle City, she had already started to prepare the path for her retreat. She had ordered her soldiers to take away all of the usable materials and residents, while at the same time she let ditches be dug out everywhere in the city, afterward filling them up with black water. Since they had a shortage of manpower, Garcia exchanged the territory between the Southern Border and the Wildland for the support of the Sandpeople. She then gave the Clan warriors some pills and let them attack Timothy¡¯s knights from both sides, however, to ensure that her loyal supporters were able to resist the last overwhelming charge, they didn¡¯t hesitate for a moment to swallow the secret drugs themselves. ¡°The secret medicine provided by the church wasn¡¯t like what they had told, allowing alive without any obstructions. After swallowing them once, if they didn¡¯t get the next dose fast enough, the medication will turn into poison, letting them become weak and later die in pain because of muscle atrophy. If it were only the Sandpeople I wouldn¡¯t care, but the people who worked for me deserve something better. ¡°She paused,¡± Ryan, take some men to receive the pills and distribute them under our heroic warriors. But only use half of them, this way we can last a little longer.¡± ¡°Just as you wish, Your majesty.¡± As Ryan was already halfway to the door, they could hear the guards voice for the third time through the door, ¡°Your Majesty, we have just received a secret letter from King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°Wait a moment, let¡¯s read the letter first and then you can go,¡± Garcia ordered. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Ryan received the letter from the guard, broke the seal, and removed the parchment. Most of these letters contained information sent by the spies hidden in all parts of the country. They were never signed, never had a recipient written on it and its content was also always as concise and clear as possible normally. But when he saw the first sentence, his whole body was suddenly rooted. ¡°On the twenty-second day of spring, the church seized the capital of the Kingdom of the Eternal Winter, declaring that the kingdom is now under their rule.¡± Chapter 137 Chapter 137 Secret Meeting When he opened the thick wooden door, the light fragrance of straw hit him in the face, Archbishop Maine liked this mixed smell of herbs and spicy candles, especially in a space which had no windows for ventilation. Every time he smelled this combination of scents, his mind became clear and he felt at peace. The chamber wasn¡¯t particularly large, it offered just enough space for one round table and four chairs. The other two archbishops were already seated on their chairs, while the chair facing the wooden door was still empty. The Pope¡¯s physical condition had been deteriorating in recent times, it was almost half a year ago, since the last time he had shown himself in front of anyone. Only for cases that were too difficult to solve by themselves would he leave Hermes¡¯ underground castle, seeking the answers for himself. ¡°It seems everyone is there, so let¡¯s get started,¡± Mayne announced. he then bolted the door and sat between the other two, ¡°Archbishop Tayfun, what are the last reports from the Kingdom of Eternal Winter?¡± ¡°Besides some former nobles, there are only a few other places where they still rebel against our rule, ¡®au contraire¡¯ it seems the civilians are even welcoming us to take over the kingdom.¡± Tayfun explained while stroking his beard, ¡°Of course, those stubborn nobles, holding on to the dreams of their past glory, will be eradicated soon enough.¡± ¡°That¡¯s sounds really good¡± Heather licked her lips. ¡°In the case that you let me hold the next trial, the civilians will all become more aware of how ugly and dirty the former nobility were, but unfortunately, I still have a lot of things I still have to do here, so I can¡¯t go to the Kingdom¡¯s of Eternal Winter¡¯s King¡¯s City.¡± Mayne ignored her words, and instead spoke to Tayfun, ¡°We have to fill those vacant positions of power, as soon as possible with our own people. During the years that have passed, the Church has trained a lot of skilled people and now the time has finally arrived that we can use them.¡± However, the Kingdom of Eternal Winter has forever been the kingdom in which our Church had the biggest influence, but if we are able to ride on this wave, we will be able to handle the Wolfsheart Kingdom and the Kingdom of Dawn a lot sooner. ¡°That seems only natural.¡± ¡°What should happen with the nobility who have always relied on the Church, or to the ones who always turns in the direction the wind blows?¡± Heather asked, ¡°the reason why the Church was able to attract so many good believers, was because we didn¡¯t ask for their lineage, but for their actual skills. However, those idiots would shake the foundation of our entire Church¡­ so my idea is¡­¡± She made a gesture of slicing open her neck. ¡°In the beginning we still have to use them, to reduce the resistance we received, but after the kingdom has become stable, we can talk about them then.¡± Regarding this point, they had deliberately decided to ask the Pope, ¡°the church can provide them with the same authority equivalent to their title, but this position can not be inherited by their future generations. After all, our end goal is to destroy the kingship, so don¡¯t be anxious for the moment, Lady Heather.¡± Heather had been born poor and before she had been accepted by the Church, she had suffered from hunger and living a homeless life. But with a naturally keen mind and gift of extraordinary judgment of the human character, she had climbed up in the ranks until she had reached the position she held today. Mayne was well aware of her dislike for the nobility, but for the moment it was more important to look at the overall situation. ¡°What is the actual situation within the Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± Mayne asked. ¡°Our spy network reported that after his defeat, King Timothy didn¡¯t come back to King¡¯s City and instead went to directly stay within the Eastern Territory.¡± Replied Teflon. ¡°A smart choice,¡± Heather snapped her fingers, ¡°he has taken Duke Frances with him to challenge the Queen of Clearwater, yet the Duke died during their attack and now he immediately went back to the east and divided the Duke¡¯s territory to stabilize the morale of his soldiers and at the same time to win over the other nobles, Gee¡­ the royal family doesn¡¯t only consist of fools.¡± ¡°In this way, we can save a lot of trouble, let the High Priest of the Kingdom of Graycastle get in contact with him. Timothy¡¯s situation has become so precarious; he won¡¯t be able to refuse our offer. We will reduce Port of Clearwater¡¯s drug supply by 30% and with this balancing the strength between those two. This situation will be handled by you Tayfun,¡± Mayne decided, ¡°After two years¡¯ there won¡¯t be any soldiers in the kingdom left to stop our conquest.¡± ¡°You can rest assured,¡± Tayfun nodded. ¡°But ¡­ there is something wrong with the situation at the Longsong Stronghold in the Western territory.¡± ¡°What is the problem?¡± ¡°The 4th Prince Roland, after his victory against Duke Ryan, he immediately went back to Border Town, and furthermore he didn¡¯t answer to High Priest Taylor¡¯s offer, doesn¡¯t he have any intention of fighting for the throne?¡± ¡°Well ¡­ what are your thoughts about it?¡± Mayne asked while looking in Heather¡¯s direction. The latter just shrugged: ¡°What else can I say¡­ What were the rumors about him again? He has a nasty character, is incompetence, has neither any learning nor skills to speak of and he¡¯s also known to be greedy. How was it possible that such a person could win against the Longsong Stronghold? The answer to this question is very simple, he deceived everyone, whether it was the other nobles or us.¡± ¡°You mean ¡­¡± Mayne frowned. ¡°We have chosen the wrong person, Lord Mayne,¡± she sneered. ¡°He is the one who should have been on the main stage, not the 3r Princes Garcia.¡± ¡°That he was able to defeat the Duke truly showed his talent, but even if he was such a skilled person, without the resources he will be unable to fully display his skills.¡± Tayfun shook his head in disagreement, ¡°Since he chose to return to that piece of desolate earth, it seems that he has given up on his chance to reach the throne, and because of this he won¡¯t be causing any threat to our plan.¡± ¡°That¡¯s seems to be correct, theoretically. But there is another interesting piece of information you shouldn¡¯t overlook either,¡± Heather threw out a note, ¡°This information was something I gathered with my personal eyes.¡± Mayne spread open the note and quickly swept through it¡¯s contents, ¡°Witch?¡± ¡°Uh-huh, they¡¯re one of those witch organizations. They call themselves the Witch Cooperation Association and claim for themselves to have a firm foothold in Border Town and now ask others sisters to also gather there. While this is only hearsay and could be a groundless accusation, but this doesn¡¯t seem to be the case. We already know that the name isn¡¯t fictional. We have already sent our Army of Judges against them once and after their defeat in the Eastern Forest, they crossed over the whole country, only to ultimately disappear somewhere west of Longsong Stronghold. Border Town is just west of Longsong Stronghold, directly next to the kingdom¡¯s border and the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range. Two important powers situated at the same location, isn¡¯t that a little too much of a coincidence?¡± Witch Cooperation Association¡­ I also have some impression of that name, during their whole journey they often had to face the Army of Judges and even after losing a lot of their staff they still insisted on moving in the direction of the Impassable Mountain Range. According to the information gathered from some of the tortured witches, it seemed they wanted to find the Holy Mountain, located somewhere to the west of the mountain range. It was just a suicidal move, so we did not put much energy into this matter. There are even similar witch organizations within the Kingdom of Dawn and the Wolfsheart Kingdom. They are always lurking within the cities, and after some time they suddenly rush in the direction of the Wild Lands, only to throw away their lives against an even stronger threat.¡± ¡°You mean, the Prince and the witch organization both hooked up?¡± After reading the news Tayfun¡¯s face became a lot darker. ¡°Maybe, maybe not.¡± Heather smiled, ¡°That is only a simple guess on my part. What do the witches fear the most? ¡®Exposure¡¯. And it is obvious that they will draw all the more attention when they use the name of their Witch Cooperation Association, but they still use the name for their underground message. Why is that?¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s a familiar name to us,¡± Mayne said quietly. ¡°However that¡¯s also the same for the other witches.¡± ¡°Full marks!¡± exclaimed Heather clapping her hands, ¡°This will effectively reduce the wild witches wariness, perhaps there will really be someone who could be attracted by this news and decides to go to Border Town to explore what the actual situation might be. It¡¯s not hard to imagine this, since Border Town is without any member of the Church to overlook them, they would perhaps dare to do such a thing. We often say that it¡¯s better to choose the lesser of two evils. Obviously, the other side has considered this and decided that the consequences of being unable to recruit witches is more serious than the consequences of them being exposed¡­¡± Here her voice became gloomy, ¡°And I don¡¯t like the feeling of being underestimated.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t a small problem,¡± Teflon road angrily, ¡°Once the witches have settled down, they will be able to fully display their capabilities without any fear, it¡¯s also very likely that the so-called demon phage can also be avoided. This is exactly the reason why we encircle every settled down witch, only when we can force them into hiding or let them run into the exile, are we able to keep it a secret from them. Mayne knew that the Teflon side of the argument was right, a witch alone wasn¡¯t a real threat to the Church, but as a group, it was a completely different matter altogether. And once they got rid of their identity as the ¡°Devil¡¯s messenger¡±, the Church¡¯s propaganda would soon be exposed. Resulting in a great loss of influence for them, maybe even shaking the Church¡¯s foundation. He was now caught in a dilemma as they encountered such a possibility of whether they should send a large number Judges to encircle the witches¡¯ base, but in the end Border Town was too far away from Hermes, and furthermore, the Church¡¯s army should be attacking the Wolfsheart Kingdom soon. So, it was now too difficult to split off the manpower that they needed to wipe out this remote town. Coupled with the problem that if they were to send out such a large number of troops into the Kingdom of Graycastle, it was guaranteed that the nobility of the kingdom and of the other two countries would soon become vigilance, which could lead to a failure of the entire plan overall. After much deliberation, they finally came to a decision. ¡°I will send a priest with ten Judges on a mission to Border Town, they should investigate this matter together with the High Priest. If the Witch Cooperation Association was acting independently from the Prince, the force should be strong enough to eliminate all the witches.¡± ¡°But what about if they are related to each other?¡± Heather asked. The God¡¯s Punishment Army was only allowed to march if they were led by Mayne himself or a few other high ranking members of the church, this rule had been personally made by the Pope. Remembering this he answered: ¡°Then they should bring the news back to us and I will personally lead the God¡¯s Punishment Army to march against Border Town.¡± Chapter 138 Chapter 138 Establishment of the Ministry of Agriculture The Forest south of the Shishui River had been nearly been fully cleared out, and the day to start with its cultivation was getting ever closer. In order to facilitate the people who were crossing over the Shishui River, Roland had commissioned for a nearly one-hundred-meter-long pontoon to be used. The pontoon was created from tens of wooden rafts, which were connected together with thick hemp ropes. He had also specially ordered for the carpenters to build the rafts both of the ends being pointed, in this way minimizing this the amount of water resistance as far as possible. The hemp rope had been tied around four wooden pillars on both sides of the river, fixing the rafts position together as far as possible. Between each raft laid four long planks with one end of it on each deck, they were two meters long and together they were four-meter wide from side to side. A pontoon built out of rafts was very simple to set up, yet its service time wasn¡¯t as short as would be expected. As long as the water level didn¡¯t rise or fall by too much, which could lead to the wearing out of the hemp rope. The pontoon could easily be used for two or three years ¨C the trees of the forest was an excellent material. For example, the Border Town¡¯s pier was a good indicator and built out of the giant trees of the forest, it was nearly as old as the town itself by now. Despite the fact that walking on top of would give off a creaking sound, it still didn¡¯t show any sign that it would collapse. On the western side of the pontoon, the first part of the reclaimed land of the forest became Leaves¡¯ testing area. Now that they were no longer surrounded by the forest, it had now been tidily enclosed by the members of the First Army. During these past few days with the exception of eating, going to school and sleeping, Leaves spent all of her time here inside of her garden. Out of the window in his third story office, Roland could faintly overlook the scene in this wooden enclosure ¨C where the wheat was growing at a crazy rate, while in the morning there would only be green seedlings, and in the afternoon the whole area has turned into a golden wheat sea. When relying on magic, her Golden Ones would only need one day after being planted to become ready to be harvest, if this was to be seen by an outsiders, they would surely fall to their knees in disbelief and cry out ¡°Miracle, truly this must be a miracle¡±. Seeing that the land, the population, and the seeds had all been set, Roland decided that it was time to decide on the last element¡ª the custodian. He called his constantly busy assistant minister Barov. And when he entered his office, Roland asked him: ¡°Your chief apprentice should be able to take over by now, right? I need to set up two new departments at the Town Hall.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness, this is¡­ our manpower is not enough for this.¡± Barov insisted. Previously you would always first agree with me and only later would we slowly work out the details. But now it seems you always directly start with complaining. Roland secretly criticized his assistant minister, but on his face, nothing could be seen of his thoughts, ¡°How can it not be enough, didn¡¯t I recently allocated a group of knights to you?¡± During his preliminary round of screening, Roland had discovered that more than 50 knights met his requirements of reading and writing. Naturally, that would be too many teachers, so after once more screening for the best ones, he finally selected nine knights as junior teachers, and assigned all the others as apprentices in the Town Hall. ¡°Your Royal Highness, those people are totally lazy and dragging their feet on every job, their response time is also very slow and by the time they finally manage to copy over some information, they even end up making a lot of mistakes, in the end they are simply unqualified to become apprentices.¡± ¡°How to discipline them is up to you,¡± Roland slammed the table, ¡°If they bluntly disobey the arrangement, send them directly to the North Slope Mine! But these two departments must be set up!¡± ¡°Well, Your Highness, you will always have the final say.¡± Barov gave up helplessly. Roland said: ¡°The first is the Ministry of Agriculture, which will be responsible for supervising the agricultural territory and the planting process.¡± Barov was immediately stunned, it was the first time that he heard that the Town¡¯s Hall was even responsible for managing food production, ¡°Your Highness, shouldn¡¯t this matter be directly decided by the serfs themselves? We have nothing to do with how much and what they decide to plant, we are only responsible for making sure that all their taxes are paid in full.¡± ¡°That¡¯s exactly the reason why you¡­ no, I mean why the crop¡¯s we harvest in the past was so low.¡± Roland quickly took his cup and drank some water, trying to cover up his slip of the tongue, ¡°The Town Hall should be responsible for taking care that everyone has enough to eat and drink.¡± ¡°Let everyone have enough to eat and drink¡­ certainly you must be joking, right?¡± ¡°Of course not, how important it is that everyone should have something to eat and drink doesn¡¯t even need to be said, if the town¡¯s hall is unable to ensure that everyone has enough to eat, then they aren¡¯t doing their job, but by then I will also be guilty of neglecting my duty. As for the latter part, wasn¡¯t the public toilet project started for exactly this purpose?¡± Roland no longer spoke in a relaxed voice, and instead seriously said, ¡°I don¡¯t know how the Capital¡¯s City Hall used to handle this, perhaps the life and death of the civilians do not matter so much to them, but here in Border Town, I want to implement a holistic political organization. It is absolutely necessary that the people in my territory know about it so that they will wholeheartedly support us, and we can easily keep on governing them. At present, it is important that we create this ministry and have them undertake this mission.¡± ¡°Understood, Your Highness.¡± Barov said as he had to wipe the sweat from his forehead. ¡°You will go to the archives and look for three or four people who are experienced farmers and can work in the Ministry of Agriculture, and you will then choose two of your own apprentices who will be in charge of the keeping the records and statistics, finally forming a group of six people.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ you want those civilians to become Town¡¯s Hall officials?¡± Barov looked shocked at the idea. ¡°Not only are they obedient, they are even more likely to work with plenty of enthusiasm, so why shouldn¡¯t they serve as officials? Officials aren¡¯t equal to nobles, and the Ministry of Agriculture also need some professionals farmers to guide the future generation.¡± ¡°Most of them do not even know how to read or write¡­¡± ¡°That is exactly the reason why you have to send two of your apprentices out there, they will go along to do the paperwork,¡± Roland directly interrupted. ¡°And this problem won¡¯t exist for too much longer. I¡¯m going to implement an educational program for everyone soon, or at least that is the plan for now. By then nearly all of the people will be able to read and write and you will no longer have to worry about whether you won¡¯t have enough hands.¡± Obviously, the message that civilians would start to work in the Town Hall was an enormous surprise for Barov, his mouth was slightly open and for a long time he was unable to say another word. Roland, disregarding whether Barov could accept it or not, just continued with giving his speech: ¡°Back to the topic of setting up the Ministry of Agriculture, when the serfs began to farm their own land, it¡¯s bound to happen that they will use various kinds of methods, for example how deep they will plow the soil will all be done differently. This is an excellent opportunity for observation, so the Ministry of Agriculture should split all the farms into groups of six and each member of the ministry will record every step taken by his designated farmers. Things like how deep they plow, what kind of planting interval they use and so on. It will be necessary that they work on it in as detailed a manner as possible, and that all of them will get some measuring tools and be taught on how to use them. ¡°You mean we are going to measure their¡­ contrast?¡± Barov was clearly old fashioned in some areas, but he was definitely a quick thinker overall. ¡°That¡¯s right, for the first time, it was needless to care too much about the harvest. We will still maintain importing the food as we have been¡­ furthermore, we will also start to use some new wheat seeds to make sure that no one has to starve anymore. The job of the Ministry of Agriculture is to find the best method to planting, and later they have to promote, teach and supervise the way in which wheat is planted in the future . Roland didn¡¯t know much about farming, but this did not prevent him from using a scientific approach to summarize a set of optimal solutions. With this program, both the expansion of the cultivated area, or to add several new kinds of seeds to try, would help him to raise the average output to a whole new level. Barov nodded at first but then he hesitated and after a while, he finally asked, ¡°Your Highness, there is one thing that I don¡¯t understand, when the serfs are promoted to free people, why will you only charge them 20% of their harvest as a tax? Even if you asked them to hand over 50%, letting them keep 50% for themselves, you would still be seen as extremely benevolent.¡± ¡°Because there is no meaning in hoarding all the money in the basement,¡± Roland explained, ¡°When I need more than the 20%, I will buy the rest of the food from them at a fixed price ¨C in Border Town, the trade with food only belongs to the right of the Lord. They have to deliver all the food to the castle and will be paid for it. After some saving they will most likely want to buy things like cattle, iron tools, beef, cotton clothes, and good brick houses. And all of this can only be provided by me for the town¡¯s people, if they want to buy food it will be the same thing for them, they can only buy it from the castle. In this way, the coin will still flow back into my pocket, but as long as it is cycling, it will be able to raise everyone¡¯s standard of living. Are you able to follow me with this?¡± Barov wore a frowning expression, it was clear that he was still caught up in processing this information. Roland smiled and shook his head, ¡°It isn¡¯t a problem if you don¡¯t understand it yet, you can go back and think about it later, at the moment it is more important that you follow my orders.¡± Hearing this the assistant minister stood up as if he were in trance, but when he reached for the door, he suddenly looked back. ¡°Your highness, you just said you want to build two departments, what is the other one?¡± ¡°The Ministry of Education,¡± Roland replied, ¡°However, for that I will be the one personally responsible.¡± Chapter 139 Chapter 139 The Devil¡¯s Power When Barov returned to his office in the Town Hall, he immediately closed the door behind himself. My God, cold shivers were running down his spine, he immediately firmly grasped the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation hanging around his neck, once more starting to feel safe. It seems His Royal Highness really has become possessed by the devil. Previously he had only thought of it as a sort of crazy speculation, but now he was almost certainly, the one with whom he had just talked was definitely not the 4th Prince. Barov could still accept his huge character changes with him becoming somewhat eccentric, but how was it possible that he would suddenly have so much new knowledge about topics he had never had any former contact with? Such a thing he had only heard of happening in myth, but in the legends, it was always God who had possessed a mortal body, moving to lead humanity out of their predicament. But since when did the Devil start loving to do the same thing? If Roland Wimbledon acted like a king and engaged himself in the management of his territory (though that would become a challenging situation), Barov would not be too surprised to learn that the previous information of the 4th Prince was without learning or any skills turned out to be false, but his character still couldn¡¯t be disguised. After all, it was always possible that someone had just secretly taught him how to govern a city or even a country. But Barov had never heard anything about the ideas and programs coming out of the Prince¡¯s mouth. Yet, he had previously worked for twenty years in the Capital¡¯s City Hall, even becoming the finance minister, so he should have a deep knowledge about how to organize and operate a Town Hall. As a minister, he had had been in charge of many areas, and he even had made numerous secret deals before, but he had never betrayed his higher ups. The King had issued a decree, that a minister could decide who would work under him. So, each minister had his own power, and they all ended up handling it differently. For example, the minister responsible for the defense of the King¡¯s City had hundreds of knights and mercenary under his control. At the same time, those underground organization also had a lot of influence. When these forces began to rampage, they would most of the time be eying the criminals, but even as a noble it would soon become difficult to stay in the city. They could only wait for the king to place them into prison. But this wasn¡¯t only in the King¡¯s City, other cities also had the same situation. So, if I want to become a Lord or King, the most important thing I would need is a big aristocracy or others with an influential background. If they did not have enough money to recruit any men, could it be that they had any other option that they could lean on? And the more people they controlled, the more they would be valued by others, after all so many people can¡¯t be wrong, right? But the Prince¡¯s approach completely subverted Barov¡¯s concept of how things worked. He was still the minister and still had his own apprentices, but everyone else was directly recruited and paid for by the Town Hall. In other words, even if he was to die, they could easily exchange him for a new person, or directly raise a person up from below him. This was a completely new system to him, Barov was now sure of it, the Price was implementing a completely new political system for the Kingdom of Graycastle. Some people may think that this was just some kind of wishful thinking on the part of Roland, or that Roland believed himself to be infallible. But Barov didn¡¯t think so, he took a quill and recorded down all of His Highness¡¯ requirements. Looking at the plans, it seemed everything was intertwined, nothing was forgotten. First, he had to manage the eat and drink for all project. Barov naturally knew that with a stronger control over the people the instructions issued by the Lord would be executed faster. But doing it in this way, it would also greatly increase the workload for the management, from where was he meant to get all these people who would need to know how to read and write? Furthermore, this would also greatly burden the Lord¡¯s own treasury, only a few Lords would be willing to do this. And then he turned his attention to His Highness second project, the recruitment of civilians into the City Hall and the education of all civilians. When Barov thought about these two projects, he couldn¡¯t suppress a shiver. If His Highness ends up being able to implement everything, how will Border Town look like? Any civilian will be able to read and write, and as long as the Town Hall wants to increase their workforce, they would be able to find a large number of suitable personnel. And with the possibility to enter the Town Hall, this will, in turn, promote the universal access to the education system. Getting a rewarding position, while at the same time getting a social upgrade, I¡¯m afraid that it would only take one or two years, until everyone will take the initiative to request for an education, even if they cannot get it for themselves, they will definitely plan to send their children to college. Plus, with all the previous employers¡¯ compensation paid for by the Town Hall, the civilians will no longer need to work all the time to get enough to eat, which is equal to completely breaking away from the situation that only the nobility has the capital to serve as administrative officials. There is no doubt that only the Devil is able to come up with such a revolutionary system. Barov took a deep breath, gripping the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation with his hands, there was now only one question left, could the devil also be something good? If someone said that the Prince was evil, he would be the first one to stand up to defend him. In his eyes, the actions of the 4th Prince could be even seen as the moves of a wise King. Even those Kings from the legends of the past never cared as much about the lives of the civilians as did the king. He even bought enough food to feed the civilians using his own money, so that all the common people who had stayed with him inside Border Town, would be able to safely cross the Months of Demons. Furthermore, all these Devil¡¯s technologies and equipment were all meant for the development of Border Town; even these evil witches, they all used their abilities in order to improve the people¡¯s lives. Barov suddenly had the feeling that even if Roland became the next King of the Kingdom of Graycastle, it wouldn¡¯t be such a bad thing after all. Thinking of his father¡¯s own teachings: If he had nothing to say he shouldn¡¯t be the one to speak, if he didn¡¯t want to know the answer then he also shouldn¡¯t be the one to ask, so he decided to hide his discovery deep within his heart. Since it was the devil, and the Church are already eying us, if the outer appearance was wrong, he could start an ambush in the Devil¡¯s own camp and expose him for a lot of eyewitnesses. He shook the bell, calling for Sirius Daly who had recently joined the Town Hall. Compared with the other stupid and arrogant knights, this young knight from the Wolf Family could be regarded as someone truly outstanding, although he still had the pride of being a former knight, he was still willing to listen to what his teachers had to sy. ¡°Teacher, what do you have for me?¡± After shutting the door behind himself he saluted before Barov. ¡°His Royal Highness plans to open up a new ministry, it will be in charge of supervising the crop¡¯s cultivation and we will need at least two apprentices to help them with the records,¡± Barov repeated Roland¡¯s request in front of him, ¡°In addition, you should go to the Town¡¯s Hall and pick out ten people who meet the requirements, searching for at least ten possible candidates, and afterwards go through another screening. ¡°Although the others are only civilians, His Highness has insisted on putting them into the Town Hall as well. If some of them show outstanding performance, perhaps they can even become the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, hey¡­¡± He sighed, ¡°You will be in charge of the record keeping, however when the spring plowing is finished, I will take you back.¡± ¡°Teacher, only two people will be selected from the Town Hall,¡± he proudly said, ¡°I am also very familiar with this procedure.¡± ¡°You?¡± Barov became stunned. ¡°Yes! Before I became a knight, I had helped my father to manage the farm, so I know everything about the wheat planting.¡± Sirius paused. ¡°But when His Highness asked me if I had any other expertise, I did not say it¡­ because I feared that he would send me to the farmland, to work with the serfs. Barov liked what he heard, he had both requirements, the education and knowledge of farm work, even if the civilian population joined the Ministry of Agriculture, he still have a candidate that could take over the lead position. For now, Sirius was loyal to him, so after he became the head, it would be the same as having the influence of the Ministry of Agriculture. ¡°Well,¡± Barov began, forming his words into a profitable promise, ¡°Do a good job, and maybe you can climb to an even higher position than before.¡± When Sirius had left his office, Barov leaned against his chair while humming a light tone. Since he now knew that His Highness was possessed by the Devil, he had to seize as much power as possible. The Devil was always full of appreciation for ambitious people, this was commonly known and recorded in the legends. And for himself, whether his rights were conferred by the King or granted by the Devil, both privileges were equally as sweet. Chapter 140 Chapter 140 Seeds Shortly after the assistant minister had left Roland¡¯s office, the Prince received some good news. The guard whose mission it was to travel to the Port of Clearwater and buy a few crops had just come back. Directly after having received the message Roland went into the back garden, where he saw Shawn already busy unloading several sacks from the horseback. It was almost a month since the day of his departure, and now as Roland looked at Shawn¡¯s present appearance he discovered that the man¡¯s skin had become a lot tanner while his body became somewhat thinner. When he saw that the Prince had appeared in the garden, Shawn immediately stood up straight and greeted him with a salute. Roland then trotted forward to his side and patted his shoulder, ¡°Well done, have these sacks all been filled with seeds?¡± Shawn squatted down and unlocked the sacks on the ground, ¡°Pearl Rice, Earth Eggs, Sugar Sticks¡­ those plants are exactly as you have described them. All of them I could only buy in the Port of Clearwater and they were indeed mostly produced in the Fjords. There they have a lot of farmlands where they are cultivating these crops.¡± ¡°Did you ask the businessmen about the what the right planting method are?¡± ¡°I asked, but they couldn¡¯t tell me any specific methods to use, they could only tell me that after these plants leave the South it will become difficult to plant them.¡± Shawn grasped a handful of yellow seeds from one of the packages, then showing it to Roland said, ¡°Your Royal Highness, this is pearl rice. The trader said that if I bought them together with the pearl rod, I could get them for a little cheaper. But taking all the pearl bars would be too heavy and inconvenient to carry, so I only bought a sack full of pearl rice and the rest are all only normal seeds.¡± There was no doubt that the pearl rice was the corn he was most familiar with. So, Roland excitedly picked up some corn grains and took a closer look at them. Some of them seemed to be dried fruits apparently they had been stored as winter rations. The yield of corn production was much higher than that of the natural wheat and it had a much lower soil quality requirements, coupled with Leaves¡¯ transformation ability, he might be able to replace the wheat with corn as the new main ration. Afterwards Shawn opened another package, within it Roland could see a mass of round and leather-like brown crop, ¡°These were the earth eggs, I was able to eat them during my stay in an inn in the Port of Clearwater, they were peeled and cut into small pieces and then thrown into bubbling water. When chewing, it is very crisp, and has a light sweet taste.¡± Seeing this familiar shape, Roland heart was full of emotions. This was clearly a potato! He dug his fingers into the potato and peeled it open, revealing the deep yellow potato meat. The next potato¡¯s size wasn¡¯t as big and its color also wasn¡¯t to the darker side, not one earth egg looked like the other. He also noticed that there were some potatoes which had the same lengthily form similar to carrots. ¡°If this stuff get crushed first and then later steamed until it turned into a paste, the potatoes will become even more delicious.¡± ¡°Uh ¡­ you have already eaten them, Your Highness?¡± ¡°Well, it was during one of the feasts in the palace,¡± Roland decided to sprinkle a little lie, after all always hearing the name earth egg was just too confusing, ¡°In the royal kitchen they didn¡¯t call them earth eggs, but instead they called them potatoes and this delicious steamed snack is called mashed potatoes.¡± ¡°So it was something like this, it seemed that Your Highness is indeed really well-informed.¡± Shawn exclaimed, then he went straight to the next sack and open it, within it Roland could see many black sticks,¡± Your Royal Highness, I think this crop is the most important one I brought with me. The honey in the Port of Clearwater is so cheap, and it was largely because of this crop. I heard the news in a pub that more and more farmers have began to switch the crop on their farmland into these sugar sticks, and this magical plant is actually really sweet. When you cut open it¡¯s outer skin, you can squeeze out a kind of syrup from it. Furthermore, its price is only one-tenth of that of honey and when it is mixed into a drink it tastes isn¡¯t inferior at all to that of honey water.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland would have liked to say that he had also already seen this crop and that it was called sugar cane, but after thinking about it for a short moment he didn¡¯t care any longer. They had already started to plant it in huge amounts, so by now it would already be too late to try and change its name. The other materials of the sugar cane, could also be used for many other things. For example, they could also be used to produce ethanol and this crop was able to raise the civilians¡¯ happiness to a completely new level. After all, the bread made from normal flour was nearly tasteless, but after sprinkling some sugar on it, it taste would be enhanced by several times, even salt wasn¡¯t as important as this, Roland thought. ¡°Were you able to find any other crops seeds?¡± ¡°This was all I could find in the Port of Clearwater,¡± after saying that, he took five to six small bags out and gave them to the Prince ¡°But before I started my journey you explained to me, that in case I find any crop which we don¡¯t already grow here in Border Town, I should bring them back with me. Within these packages are seeds of some plants I¡¯ve gathered as I passed through the Fallen Dragon Ridge and Willow Town, they are grapes, soybeans, cotton, flax and olive tree seeds. But the farmer say that the grapes won¡¯t grow out of seeds but you needed to stick the branches into the ground for it to grow. Although its seed can still be planted, but its germination process is very slow and the appearing grape has neither the highest amount nor is it very tasty. Since I have Leaves here, this shouldn¡¯t be a problem for me, Roland thought. Now that he had grape seeds, maybe he could have another try with his idea of a wheat tree. As for soybean, cotton, flax and olives they were also all very useful crops. After I let Leaves improve the soil in the West I will let some serfs cultivate them at a small-scale. So, that the Ministry of Agriculture who is responsible for summing up the planting process can add them to their manual. ¡°Your Highness, there is still some other news I have to report to you,¡± Shawn whispered, ¡°it is about the situation in Clearwater.¡± ¡°Are they about my sister Garcia?¡± Shawn nodded, ¡°I spent nearly two weeks in the Port of Clearwater, and with the exception of the time I needed to buy seeds, I spent most of the rest of the time in pubs. There were rumors that your sister Garcia Wimbledon and the Sandpeople have reached an agreement. She has allowed them to live at the southern edge of her territory and the Sandpeople had instead decided to accept her as their Queen and to follow her recruitment orders. During my stay in the city, I also saw plenty of Sandpeople walking through the streets. The Extreme South is the territory of the Sandpeople¡­ Although the people of Border Town don¡¯t ask others for their origin, but letting a large number of people from a foreign territory settle in your own territory is a completely different matter. It seems that in order to insure that she can conquer the throne for herself, Garcia is really willing do almost anything, Roland thought. ¡°The Sandpeople are divided into many smaller factions, so I cannot believe that all of them decided to listen to her instructions. Do you know which clans are the ones following her orders? Shawn shook his head, ¡°The Sandpeople are very wary of the people from our kingdom, even using some gold royals I still wasn¡¯t able to buy any more information, but¡­ there was one more strange thing that happened on the day prior to when I¡¯d intended to leave the Port of Clearwater. On that day Garcia had returned after her victory at Eagle City and everywhere within the city they celebrate their Queen¡¯s victory against the pseudo-king, King Timothy. But the next day, they detected four to five people murdered and one victim was even torn to pieces in the middle of the street.¡± ¡°In the following days the Port of Clearwater was closed down and so I had to stay continue to stay there for the next three days. During the time, all the pubs were closed, and everyone would gather in the inn¡¯s lobby to talk about what information they had heard. Some people thought that it was the revenge of the pseudo King, but one of the fishermen said that he had witnessed one of the murders. The murderer wasn¡¯t tall and also was clearly not a man of the Sandpeople, but his strength and speed wasn¡¯t anything like what a normal man could reach. He was later killed by the guards, but even after being hit by a lot of knife slashes he still didn¡¯t go down. In addition, his blood looked completely differently than that of a mortal and only after even more guards rushed to the crime scene, were they finally able to wear him down with their spears. When the closing order was lifted, I didn¡¯t dare to stay for any longer, and immediately came back to bring you your seeds.¡± ¡°You have done a good job,¡± after thinking for a short moment Roland continued. ¡°You don¡¯t need to return the gold royals you still have left over from buying the seeds to the Town Hall.¡± ¡°Thank you so much for your reward, Your Highness!¡± ¡°A strength and speed far beyond what is possible for an ordinary person, ignoring the pain caused by knife injuries, all this just sounds like¡­ the Church¡¯s pills.¡± When Shawn had left Nightingale¡¯s voice immediately sounded next to Roland¡¯s ear. ¡°I thought the same,¡± Roland frowned, ¡°according to Shawn¡¯s explanations, Garcia got the pills even earlier than me. The Church supported both sides that are competing against each other for the throne at the same time¡­ In the end, what was it that they have in mind?¡± Within his mind the traces of a bad possibilities popped up, can it be that the purpose of all their actions isn¡¯t in order to insure a stable future for the Kingdom of Greycastle, but something else? Chapter 141 Chapter 141 Kisses Later that evening, Roland sat in his office and began to think about new equipment. The fact that the Church¡¯s pills had also appeared in the Port of Clearwater brought him a strong sense of crisis. He could even feel his scalp tingling all the time, regardless if it was the fact that the Church was supporting both him and Garcia in their fight for the throne, or the thought of Garcia¡¯s thousands of additional men she got from her alliance. Thinking of the thousands of soldiers who are wrapped in iron armor and able to run at speeds equal to a full-on cavalry charge, it was hard not to become overwhelmed by such an image. Stopping such a massive charge with his thin rows of gunners would be a tough task for him. As soon as one person was able to reach his ranks, his First Army would come to receive heavy losses. Fortunately, this pill didn¡¯t make someone immune to injuries, even with the medication the consumer¡¯s body was still made of flesh and blood. He had to create weapons that had a higher firing rate and precision, which would also be able to fire over a longer distance. But without mercury fulminate as the primer, Roland had to find another way to bypass this hurdle, and until then he had to produce some alternative equipment to deal with any possible crises. And with Anna¡¯s new ability he had the confidence in achieving this. Now as long as he could draw the design, Anna would be able to process the object he wanted to create accurately. But also, her efficiency has reached an extraordinary level compared with all the prior tasks where the blacksmith had to create each part of the flintlock carefully; she could now stack several pieces together and form and cut them all at the same time. With a universal education system and a unified measuring system, he had prepared all the steps he needed for starting a large-scale industrialized production work. But that doesn¡¯t mean that he can take a shortcut each time he comes across one. Anna¡¯s new capacity was simply a treasure house; carrying an endless potential with it that he could tap into. Every afternoon Roland was now at the testing area at the North Slope Mountain, studying and exploring together with Anna on the usage of her new ability. And in case he didn¡¯t have any time to spare, he would let her practice her control by carving some small items such as little witch dolls. However, at the moment, it seemed that her carving skill was still at the stage of immaturity, but Roland believed firmly that one day his whole bookcase would be filled with colorful witch dolls¡­ probably, right? He picked up a steel ruler and placed it on the parchment, using it to draw two straight lines, at this moment he heard someone knocking at his door. As long as a guard didn¡¯t shoot some information, then nine out of ten times it was a witch at his door. At this moment, most of the witches were in the living room on the first floor, undergoing Scroll¡¯s writing and reading lessons. So, the person at the door could only be someone who didn¡¯t have to participate in primary teaching, and there was only one witch who didn¡¯t need them. ¡°Come in.¡± Sure, enough, when the door was opened, Anna came stepping into the room. She gently closed the door and then went to Roland¡¯s side at the table, holding the phantom image of a book in her arms. Since the beginning of the lessons he could daily see her with a copy of his book, he had to say, even though Anna wasn¡¯t very talkative, her popularity within the group of witches was unexpectedly good. Thinking about the past, it was the same with Nana, who was attached to her like she was her tail. Perhaps she was born with a natural charm to attract other witches? ¡°How can I help you?¡± ¡°Well,¡± she nodded in greeting and then laid the book she was holding open in front of Roland. ¡°Here¡­ you said that everything in the world was made up of tiny balls, which are all different from one another, but later on you also wrote that they could be turned into¡­ waves?¡± ¡°What are waves? Anna asked. ¡°When you throw a stone into the water, the rising ripples are waves,¡± the Prince coughed twice, ¡°This is just a concept, but this good enough, you don¡¯t need to get to the bottom of it.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Because I don¡¯t know it myself, Roland cried out silently; Quantum mechanics is a mysterious and unexplored subject, and as long as I don¡¯t know something I won¡¯t write about it. Even if that might be the truth, I can¡¯t say it aloud, ¡°Because the balls have the characteristics of waves but they also possess the characteristics of matter. We are the same as those tiny balls, only that our mass is too big, making it difficult for us to observe the fluctuation as they happen. As for a deeper understanding, it will still take several generations of research.¡± He thought for a moment and then added, ¡°Because this phenomenon is opposite to our common sense it is tough for us to understand. For us, it¡¯s hard to imagine a four-dimensional space inside of the three-dimensional world. So, you don¡¯t need to put it into your heart.¡± Anna curled up her lips, clearly showing that she wasn¡¯t satisfied with Roland¡¯s explanation, but she quickly asked, ¡°What is a four-dimensional space?¡± ¡°¡­¡± When she finally no longer asked any further questions, the Prince¡¯s had already become thirsty from all the talking. He had really underestimated Anna¡¯s thirst for knowledge, if it went on like this, it wouldn¡¯t be long before he didn¡¯t have anything left that he could teach her. Especially when Roland had asked her about her progress in math, she just replied, ¡°Until now it was quite simple, and now that I¡¯ve come to the topic of equations and matrices, they seem to be fascinating. Simple and fascinating¡­ Roland suddenly felt that the gap between person-to-person was too great, how long has it been? One week from learning simple elementary math until she came to equations and matrices and next it would be differentiation and integration. Back at his school, Anna would definitely have been an intimidating top student. Moreover¡­ a beautiful bookworm. Roland looked at the woman who was reading the book, getting spellbound by what he saw. She had carefully arranged her hair over her forehead, but other hair strands had fallen over her cheek. Seeing this Roland could not stop himself from stretching out his index finger, gently stroking the hair behind her ear. Feeling his finger, Anna turned her head, looking at Roland, with a smile all over her face. Her lake like pupils had no longer their peaceful expression. Instead, they were full of ripples. Staying so close to each other, until Anna opened her mouth trying to say something, but she was only able to move her lips, no sound could be heard. But Roland was still able to read her lips. ¡°Right now Nightingale isn¡¯t here.¡± The meaning of the sentence was very clear and Roland thought that it was stupid to pretend that he didn¡¯t understand her. The whole room was silent, letting him faintly hear her breathing and the speeding up of her heartbeat. Roland could no longer stop himself, he got became drawn towards her lips, Anna instead closed her eyes, and her cheeks gained a rosy touch. Being so near to her, Roland could smell the fragrance of her body and then finally their lips gently kissed. Getting lost in the soft touch, the time seemed to stand still, making it impossible for him to tell how long it was until they separated. Not giving him a chance to say anything, Anna stood on her tiptoe, joining their lips once more. * ¡°Hey, hey!¡± Mystery Moon sat cross-legged on her bed, deep in meditation with her eyes clothed, her hands held high, forming a circle with her thumb and index finger. ¡°Have you turned mad?¡± Lily who was wrapping a towel around her wet hairs asked as she frowned. ¡°I¡¯m thinking of myself as a particle,¡± she said, opening her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m a particle,¡± and she then pointed at Lily. ¡°You¡¯re a particle!¡± The latter gave her a supercilious look and got into the soft bed. ¡°Oh, no again,¡± Mystery Moon sighed, ¡°I truly think of everything as a particle, so why can¡¯t I evolve like Anna?¡± ¡°But you don¡¯t believe it,¡± Lily explained. ¡°I do believe it!¡± ¡°You do not believe,¡± she shook her head, ¡°you can deceive others, but you can¡¯t fool yourself¡­ even so it isn¡¯t an excellent reason, but I think that regardless of what the Prince says Anna believes everything he says, without questioning it. Of course, there is also the point that she is much smarter than you. This is the main reason why she was able to evolve her magic and gain access to new abilities.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°In other words, don¡¯t think any further about it, instead give your mind some peace and quiet.¡± Lily said and patting the place beside herself. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to get stronger powers?¡± Mystery Moon asked disbelievingly, ¡°Furthermore, I also want to do something for the Prince, ah.¡± ¡°I should evolve my magic so that I can let my food preservation last longer?¡± She yawned, ¡°No, thank you. Besides, why do you want to do more work for him? Men are fickle and ruthless people; you only have to take Echo as an example.¡± ¡°Even so you say you aren¡¯t interested, but with the exception of Leaves, you are the most attentive and serious one during class,¡± Mystery Moon muttered. Lily took her pillow and threw it against Mystery Moon¡¯s face, ¡°Let, me, sleep!¡± Chapter 142 Chapter 142 Mine Cart Since the day he had conquered the Longsong Stronghold a half month had already passed, and the five noble families of Longsong Stronghold had by now all already delivered the needed people and supplies to Border Town. After the creation of the Ministry of Agriculture was completed, the new spring had finally begun, which was the first step for Roland¡¯s farming revolution. The serfs who already saw the dawn to their life as free people started to work filled with motivation. The scene where someone had to use the whip to encourage the serfs to work basically disappeared in the area South of the Shishui River. The serfs who were lazy discovered that even though no one came to ¡®encourage¡¯ their speed, the officers of the Town Hall still came to control their work with their strange measuring tools. It was clear that the Lord didn¡¯t care about the harvest of one or two fields, the only one who should care for their crops were the serfs who were working for their own future. Even so, the quality of the officers of the Ministry of Agriculture wasn¡¯t so outstanding, they had already thoroughly comprehended the distribution according to work principle, so Roland requested of them that they unceasing repeated these content to the serfs. To strengthen the indoctrination effect, as well as to satisfy the Prince¡¯s own feeling, the shore at the Shishui River was filled with red banners. Which read ¡°Labor is the only way to get rich,¡± ¡°Work brings honor and glory,¡± ¡°Work can change your destiny¡± and so forth. Of course, these measures weren¡¯t possible without taking any objections, for example, Barov was the first to stand up and complain about it. ¡°Your Royal Highness, something like this is meaningless, the vast majority of the serfs aren¡¯t even able to read. Even if they could, they don¡¯t care about the text written on the banners. These people are just uneducated and ignorant, for some even the whip doesn¡¯t work, so what can you expect of some unfathomable and mystery text.¡± Roland ¡®s answer, however, was quite simple: ¡°Those banners are not meant for them.¡± ¡°So why do you want to set up these banners?¡± Hearing this answer, the assistant minister showed a very confused expression. ¡°To create a living example.¡± He had never thought that serfs were stupid and unchangeable. It was true that they were uneducated, but that didn¡¯t mean that they couldn¡¯t think. Greed and interest will drive even a stupid person, that¡¯s was simply human nature. So, if the implementation of the Ministry of Agriculture seemed to have little effect in the beginning, it would still leave a primer in their hearts, just like a seed, it would eventually begin to grow. When the first of the serfs were promoted to freemen, and when they used the harvested crops as an exchange for money to buy beautiful clothing, fine food, and even robust and warm brick houses, the often time repeated slogan would soon come back to their mind and become a reality which would burn itself deep into their hearts. As for the banner at the shore, it was for the time that the universal education system would bear its first fruits. By only relying on their own hands to get rid of poverty, becoming an official member of Border Town, even more than the native inhabitants, this was the power of hard work. By comparing it they could all feel the gap between them, and their only chance to close it is by taking the intuitive to pursue him, like this the individual efficiency would rise to its highest level. * Iron Head stood at the tunnel entrance of the mine, waiting for the delivery of a new ore. Since the Months of Demons after he was nearly cooked by the high temperature of the steam, he never dared to stand so near to the black machine ever again. Fortunately, there was the angelic like Miss Nana in Border Town. Whenever Iron Head touched his healed cheeks, his heart was filled with warm emotions. During his deluded and panic-stricken moments, he had even suspected that Miss Nana was one of the devil¡¯s minions, but that was clearly a desecration of herself. So, after the winter, he deliberately raised two salted fish and a wild boar leg and delivered them to the Pine Family. To his surprise, Titus Pine was a Viscount, but unlike the other aristocrats who always held their nose high in the air, he openly accepted his apology. This was the first time that Iron Head felt that not all of the nobles were all ruthless people. ¡°Old Iron,¡± shouted a miner who was covered in dust while he came running out from the tunnel, ¡°the rope has already been fastened.¡± ¡°All right,¡± he exclaimed and turned in the direction of the steam engine, ¡°Everyone clear the area! Frank, first you have to lift up the green lever, then you press the red lever! If you make a mistake, I¡¯m going to twist off your head!¡± ¡°Rest assured, Old Iron, I know what I¡¯m doing!¡± Frank shouted back. After Nils was accepted into the First Army, it was now Iron Head who was in charge of the operation of the steam engine. During the first few days Frank had often made mistakes with the order, which had even caused one of the pipes to burst, so every time he made a new mistake he would get beaten up. Fortunately, His Royal Highness did not care about this matter, not only did he immediately send people to replace the damaged part, he didn¡¯t even make them pay for the destroyed part. Originally, Iron Head had already formed a plan to confiscate their monthly payment in case of something happening. With the opening of the intake valve, the steam engine released a majestic white cloud of gas and the main wheel began to slowly turn, moving the capstan and stretching the hemp rope straight. ¡°Don¡¯t let your spirits wander! Look at the hemp rope, look at it carefully!¡± Old Iron shouted. Now, in addition to the steam engine, the transportation of the ore in the mine tunnel had also changed. His Royal Highness had ordered artisans to create many wooden sleepers, which then were laid along the whole of the mine¡¯s tunnel. Afterward two long wooden sticks were also placed on the wooden sleepers, which at first glance it looked like a wooden ladder. His Royal Highness had called it a wooden rail transportation system, which is a very convoluted name. Even so, it doesn¡¯t seem to be too complicated, but together with the wooden ladder, it also came with a special miner¡¯s cart! That cart is really something. Usually, we needed three to four days to transport the ore, but the steam engine can pull several carts out in just a moment¡¯s breath. Iron Head had precisely observed this four-wheel miner¡¯s cart. It could run on the wooden tracks and was made from top to bottom completely out of iron. Using so much iron should have cost a lot of money. The key reason that it could move on those thin sticks of wood without falling laid in the way of its construction. The inside of the wheel was smaller than its edge, fixing it firmly on the rail. On top of the wheels there stood a boxy iron pot, which had on its end and beginning each a small hole where they could be tied together with a hemp rope. He couldn¡¯t help himself from admiring His Royal Highness¡¯ wisdom, with such a simple design, he had made the transporting of the ore so much easier. Before his invention, it was the transportation of the ore, which was the most time-consuming labor. However, this system also wasn¡¯t perfect, for example, just after five days of usage, there were already two wooden rails which had been crushed under the weight, and it didn¡¯t take much time until others followed after them. Later, His Royal Highness had wrapped all the rails in a thin layer of iron, somewhat improving the durability of the rails. In addition to the problems with the tracks, the mine also had a rope break by accident, which still haunted Iron Head until this day. According to the regulations, they should only drag four mine carts out at the same time. But on that day, the miners were unusually quick, and because of this, they had linked six mine carts together. During the first half of the transport everything went well, but then suddenly broke one of the hemp ropes. The rebound of the half arm-thick rope was so powerful that the miner who got hit by the rope got several ribs broken. The mine carts instead slid down from the trail and knocked several of the miners off their feet, crushing their legs under it. Fortunately, Iron Head who had encountered such an accident himself instantly knew what to do. He immediately organized some miners who help him to transport the injured men to the home of the Viscount. He was aware that as long as they still had some life left in them, Miss Nana would be able to heal them as if nothing had ever happened. ¡°Old Iron, the mine carts are out!¡± shouted a man who was responsible for overlooking the mine entrance. Hearing this, Iron Head shouted his next orders, ¡°Frank, wait ten breath and only then should you shut down the steamer, pay attention to the order!¡± ¡°Understood!¡± After the four mine carts, had slowly stopped at the end of the track, Iron Head went over to record the results of their harvest. The first two carts were filled with a reddish-brown stone, iron ore, which was also the same kind of mineral which was found the most in the mine, the third cart was filled with grayish stones with hints of yellow, which should be copper. But when Iron Head came to the fourth cart, he got rooted on the spot immediately, in it was a kind of ore he had never seen before: The were of a dark brown, but when they sunlight fell on them, they sprinkled in a dark metallic luster. These stones are clearly an unknown mineral, Iron Head shook his head, the Northern Slope Mine is so large and has so many branches; it¡¯s normal that we would find inexplicable things in it. So, he just drew a cross on his paper, giving the signal to send the carts further into the warehouse. As for the pile of black stone, whether it would be directed to the furnace or not, had nothing to do with him. Chapter 143 Chapter 143 Migrants The sailboat coming from Longsong Stronghold slowly docked at the pier of Border Town. After the gangway was lowered, the people on the ship began to walk down the gangway while carrying all kinds of bags. For most of them, it was the first time that they had set foot on this strange land, so they appeared to be somewhat at a loss by what they saw, but the sailors behind them urged them to move further and disregard their uneasy feelings. When the crowd began to push forward, a middle-aged woman¡¯s foot accidentally slipped. Her body became so unbalanced that she was already falling over the gangway. However, another woman quickly stepped ahead and caught the middle-aged woman¡¯s wrist, stopping her fall. ¡°Thank¡­ thank you,¡± the rescued woman¡¯s chest was still rising and falling quickly, showing her lingering fear as she said thank you several times. The other woman, however, just cheerfully waved her hand, indicating that a thank you wasn¡¯t necessary. Standing on the pier and waiting for the arriving travelers was Ferlin Eltek. he immediately saw that the skillfully acting woman was Irene, his beloved wife. She wore a white dress, and her long hair was coiled up on top of her head; she always looked beautiful and refined. The knight was no longer able to suppress his excitement. The moment Irene finally set foot on the pier, he immediately began to quickly approach her, forcing the poor woman who was still clinging on to her away from her while totally disregarding the shouts of the people around him. Getting approached so unexpectedly, Irene became shocked, but the moment she recognized that it was Ferlin who had hugged her, she fell into his arms. ¡°When I heard the news of the Duke¡¯s defeat, I got really scared. And when I later tried to meet you in Longsong Stronghold, I never got the chance,¡± Irene immediately began to speak, ¡°Fortunately, you are safe now.¡± ¡°I was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Lord ¡®s castle, and it was impossible for the guards to let you in,¡± Ferlin explained as he let go of his wife. ¡°How was your time during the last half month, was it okay? ¡°¡­¡± For a moment she didn¡¯t give him an answer but then she quietly said, ¡°I left the theater.¡± Ferlin immediately understood the meaning behind his wife¡¯s words. During the time when he was still the First Knight in the Western Territories, only the Duke dared to lay his hands on her body. However, when he had become His Royal Highness¡¯ prisoner, the men in Irene¡¯s theater group no longer had to hide their malicious intents. They were only waiting for the right opportunity to assault her. So if she had still gone to the theater to work, it would be the same as sending a sheep into a tiger¡¯s den. ¡°That does not matter, I got a job here, and the salary also isn¡¯t low.¡± Ferlin tried to comfort her, ¡°Let us first go home. There, we can talk in peace.¡± ¡°Home?¡± Irene was clearly surprised, ¡°We do not have to live separately?¡± Usually, the prisoners who weren¡¯t killed during the fight and who weren¡¯t bought free were mostly used as coolies. These prisoners were packed in bunches and had to live in tents or barracks, laying on the ground which was only covered with straw. At the same time, the families of such prisoners weren¡¯t treated any better. The women had to live in special camps, where they also had to sleep on the floor. During the time the men worked, the women had to clean up the men¡¯s homes and wash their laundry. Thinking of this, Ferlin got a warm feeling within his heart. At the farm near the Longsong Stronghold, Irene at least had her own spacious room with a comfortable and soft bed. Yet, she still chose to come to Border Town on her own. Even though she knew that she had to live with other women in a small house or tent and would have to do forced labor every day she didn¡¯t flinch. ¡°I am now a teacher.¡± in one hand he took Irene¡¯s luggage and with the other he grabbed her hand. They walked side by side in the direction of the ¡°New Civilization¡± district, ¡°As a teacher, I get my own house for free.¡± To tell the truth, when he had first heard the teachers¡¯ treatment from the Prince, he hadn¡¯t expected too much. As a prisoner, having his own room could be seen as good. Even if the room had leaks where the wind or the rain could come through, it would still be a good living area after repairing it himself. Thinking of this, the actual result was totally unexpected for him; he had never thought that the assigned houses for the teachers would be so¡­ regular. Entering the new district, the streets suddenly become spacious, and the ground became covered with gray gravel. The stones on the ground were smooth and flat and even after walking on them for a long while, their feet wouldn¡¯t hurt. At first, Ferlin didn¡¯t understand the reason for all of this; this was clearly a waste of manpower and the masons¡¯ time. He didn¡¯t understand the reason for it until he saw rainwater flowing along the gaps in the stones sinking into the ground on a day with heavy rain. The rainwater was lead into drainage ditches on both sides of the road. In Longsong Stronghold, every time when it rained, the streets became muddy and were covered with puddles, so the new streets in Border Town were many times better. Irene, who was taking in her surroundings, showed a puzzled expression and asked, ¡°Here all the houses seem to be new, are you sure you went the right way?¡± ¡°Yes, my dear, we¡¯re almost there.¡± Two corners later, Ferlin Eltek paused in front of a two-story brick house with Irene, ¡°We¡¯re here.¡± ¡°Where?¡± She turned around twice, only to see that her husband was still looking at the house directly in front of them. Not daring to ask aloud, she covered her mouth, ¡°Is the whole house our home?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Ferlin laughed. ¡°This is the teacher building, our home is in the middle of the second floor, now let us step inside.¡± Taking the key out of his pocket to open the door, Ferlin pulled his wife by her hand into the new home. Their home contained a central hall, two bedrooms and two auxiliary rooms, which were freely available for them. Although the rooms were small, it was still surprisingly comfortable. Whether it was the central hall decoration or the bedroom layout, everything felt quite refreshing. And now with Irene at Ferlin¡¯s side, the house was now even more perfect. ¡°Heaven, are you sure you were taken as a captive?¡± Irene couldn¡¯t stop herself as she ran from one room to another, carefully looking at everything. She was as excited like a small child, ¡°Will we actually live here?¡± ¡°Well, of course.¡± Ferlin answered happily and took some bread and cheese from the cupboard and placed them on the table. ¡°You didn¡¯t eat anything on board right? Let us first fill your stomach, I will have to go out to work later.¡± ¡°Right, you are a teacher now,¡± Irene ran back to her husband, ¡°do you have to teach the children of the nobility? ¡°No, not the nobles, rather,I have to instruct His Highness¡¯ citizens.¡± ¡°Citizens?¡± Irene couldn¡¯t believe what she had heard, ¡°teach them what?¡± Deciding that an example would be better than his explanation, he took a book from the table and gave it to his wife, ¡± I have to teach them how to read and write. This was given to me by His Highness, my¡­¡¯teaching material¡¯¡± Even so, he had chosen to become a teacher, but he was still worried that he would be unable to do the job. After all, normally it was always a white-haired old man who served as teacher. However, His Royal Highness¡¯ s attendant had said that he should just teach according to the teaching materials. Looking at this so-called textbook, he realized that the concept of learning how to read and write could also be refined to such a degree. From the teaching method to the course¡¯s contents, everything was written down. On the first page, there was also a list of dozens of frequently asked questions by novice teachers, such as, ¡°How to become a good teacher? How to awaken the student¡¯s interest in learning? How to test the effectiveness of one¡¯s teaching?¡± The answers were always short and easy to understand, giving the reader the feeling of having learned something new. Without realizing it himself, Ferlin had already been attracted to the book, even before the start of his career. Irene was also clearly such a case, from early on she had lived in the theater and had read many books and the scripts for plays. Ferlin had lamented more than once that with his wife¡¯s face and intelligence, if she had been born into an aristocratic family, her name would have certainly been known as an outstanding woman. After turning a few pages, Irene suddenly raised her head and asked, ¡°Previously you said¡­ that the teachers are paid quite well?¡± ¡°20 silver royals a month, and an annual raise of five.¡± ¡°There is also no theater here, right?¡± ¡°No¡­ there,¡± Ferlin hesitated, he had already guessed his wife¡¯s idea. Sure enough, the other side closed the book and laughingly said, ¡°Then it¡¯s decided, I will also become a teacher, Honey, just like you.¡± TN: Release that Witch Fan Art Contest Voting Chapter 144 Chapter 144 True thoughts Near the North Slope Mine, at the furnace back yard. Nightingale picked up the glass which laid on the table and raised it near her eyes to take a closer look. The translucent crystal glass sparkled in the light and not even a little bit of discoloration could be seen. She knew that this cup was known as the Crystal Cup; the firing process and the formula had always been the royal alchemist¡¯s confidential information. The value of such cups like the one she held in her hands were measured in gold royals. Such crystal glassware was only used together with silver tableware; they served as an opportunity for powerful nobles or wealthy businessmen to show off their wealth. But now, these crystal containers were gathered from inside the whole palace and were about to be melted into their raw state. ¡°Your Highness, you can¡¯t burn these cups, they are worth several gold royals!¡± Nightingale exclaimed. ¡°I have no time to study how to turn sand into a colorless glass, so this was the only way I could get it.¡± Roland took another beautiful cup and threw it into the cauldron formed from Anna¡¯s black fire. Seeing this cup, Nightingale remembered that the Prince had used it to drink ale out of it during their afternoon tea sessions before the start of the Months of Demons and during the welcoming party for her sisters. Due to the stable high temperature, the glass inside the pot soon began to melt, turning into a sticky paste. ¡°Do you get glass¡­ by burning sand?¡± Anna asked. ¡°Are they made out of the same substances?¡± ¡°Well, the main ingredients are similar, but in the sand, there are a lot of impurities. The glass created by burning natural sand is partially brown or green most of the time, which doesn¡¯t meet the required standards.¡± ¡°So with other words, crystal clear glass is created out of pure sand?¡± Hearing this question, Roland had to smile. ¡°You can think of it like that. I already put this knowledge in the book, so you will see it again later. Those small balls decide what matter looks like.¡± Whatever, I don¡¯t understand it anyway¡­ Nightingale thought uninterested, the color of the glass doesn¡¯t affect the function of its container, ah. Furthermore, you aren¡¯t even using them as drinking glasses, so why do you insist on using clear crystal cups? Asking this herself, she went to Anna and took a look at the remolded glassware. Although they were still transparent and crystal clear, their new appearance and their former form of cups were completely different. Some looked like a tube, with a round bottom and a thin and long body. The other ones looked like bottles with the body of a kettle, but the bottleneck was only thumb-sized. The strangest thing was a tube that was bent like a horseshoe but with no seals on either side of it. Not understanding their function, Nightingale asked, ¡°What are you going to do with these crystal glasswares?¡± ¡°I won¡¯t use them. They are for the alchemist who will later come to Border Town,¡± Roland used a rod to stir within the melted glass.¡± They can use these vessels to extract acids and alkali chemicals; I need those chemicals to produce new weapons.¡± Acids? Alkali Chemicals? Nightingale blinked confusedly with her eyes, completely unable to understand what he was talking about. This kind of feeling made her depressed. But if she asked one question after another, she would seem to be ignorant, and Nightingale really didn¡¯t want to expose this side of herself to Anna, so she tried to focus on their conversation. This was the only way she could understand what they were talking about. ¡°How do you want to lure alchemists to Border Town? Even Longsong Stronghold has no Alchemy Workshop. You have to go to Redwater City to find some alchemist, and I also heard that their pay is even higher than that of ministers. It will be hard to recruit them with gold royals alone.¡± ¡°You actually know a lot,¡± Roland replied with a smile, ¡°That¡¯s right. I have already sent people on their way to Redwater City; I¡¯m awaiting their answer in around two weeks. But I don¡¯t try to recruit them with the help of gold royals. Instead, I offered to reveal some secrets of alchemy to them. As for if I am able to recruit them or not, we will see, but at least I tried it.¡± The praise in the first part of His Royal Highness¡¯ explanation immediately dispelled Nightingale¡¯s depressed mood, so she happily went to the center of the yard and picked up one of the pastries placed on a round table and stuffed it into her mouth. Since Roland would now spent most of his time staying at the experimental site during the afternoon, the tea session had also moved from the castle backyard to the Northern Mountain Slope. On the round table there were the special snacks the chef had created under Roland¡¯s instructions. For example, this is called steamed stuffed bun- its crust was made out of wheat flour, but she didn¡¯t know the kind of method they had used to make it so incomparably soft. It was wrapped around a meatball, and when she bit into it, her mouth was filled with juice¡­ in that way, it wasn¡¯t like bacon, which was hard to swallow. As long as one bit into it, it was the perfect fusion of minced meat and meat stock. After happily eating it, Nightingale put one finger after another into her mouth and sucked them clean. While sitting on the couch with a full stomach and a worry-free heart, Nightingale was suddenly overcome with a tired feeling. Can it be that I have become more and more lazy as of late? Her body was sprinkled by the afternoon sun, surrounding her with warmth just like water. The rustling sound of leaves created by the spring breeze calmed her heart. She took off her shoes, rolled her legs under her body and laid down sideways. This perspective allowed her to directly look at the back door of the calcining room, which had an extra curtain in front of the door. The curtain was most probably only for her so that she couldn¡¯t secretly enter the room. Thinking of this, Nightingale felt it was quite funny, the wall separating it from the backyard was well and good, but in the end, it didn¡¯t matter. After all, she could just go through the ground. She had also once entered the mysterious room, even standing quietly beside him during the production process, but she still didn¡¯t take the finished gunpowder. However, the other side still thought that she didn¡¯t know anything about it, but in the end, he didn¡¯t know that it was he who was being kept in the dark. After moving her head, Nightingale was able to look at Anna. She was holding a recently melted down cup in her hands and spoke with a serious and focused expression to His Royal Highness. Towards this talented woman with a common family background, Nightingale¡¯s heart only had feelings of admiration. She and her sisters were able to escape from their fate of homelessness and were freed from the torture of the demonic bite largely because of Anna. If she hadn¡¯t changed the view of how the Prince looked at the witches, all these positive developments would have never happened. If His Highness were to ever actually take a witch as his wife, then Anna was almost the only person Nightingale could think of. Although there was also a trace of expectation in her own heart, Nightingale had chosen to deeply bury it in her heart. She decided that it would be enough for her to be happy as long as she was able to stay with His Highness for most of the time. But when she closed her eyes, she couldn¡¯t prevent the pictures from appearing in her head. Roland stood in the King¡¯s Palace in front of the throne as the new King. He was wearing a golden crown and was holding a scepter in his hand. Then he began to move toward the castle terrace, where he showed himself to the crowd, accepting their admiration and cheers. The whole time was a woman walking and standing at his side; she was wearing a white satin skirt and had to be Anna. Just like the king, she also wore a golden crown, but her face was hidden behind a veil. She raised her hand and waved to the people with a smile. During the entire time, Lightning was drawing circles above them, letting rose petals rain down on them, and from the king¡¯s clock tower in the distance, a melodious bell toll could be heard. On both sides, Nightingale could see her sisters standing, shouting their blessings and applauding. She could feel how her body was slowly overwhelmed by sleepiness and her consciousness became hazier with each passing second. Roland finally turned into the direction of the woman beside him, lifted her veil and slowly moved his face towards her lips. The final scene of her vision become very blurred. When the veil was taken away, Nightingale saw that the woman standing there with closed eyes as if in a trance¡­ was herself. She tilted her lips upwards and fell asleep. Chapter 145 Chapter 145 Searching for traces, finding the cause (Part 1) When Theo entered the tavern, his nose was immediately assaulted by a sultry and moist odor mixed together with the smell of the alcohol. Under the dim light, he could see a group of men with their sweaty and bare upper bodies left exposed. They sat around the table at the center, pouring one cup after another of the cheap beer into their mouths, all the while loudly laughing and talking with one another. Then there was maid dressed in revealing clothes brought them all a new round of beer. After looking around the place for a while, he finally found the goal of his coming to this place. A young man was sitting in the corner, which also happened to be the most hidden place in the whole tavern. The only noticeable part of him was the withered wild rose which he had put on the table in front of him. After discovering the man, Theo went to bar, first getting a cup of beer for himself. While slowly tasting the bitter flavor of the beer, he discreetly screened the room to see whether there were any other eyes that showed any interest to the little man. The result was very satisfactory, although there would occasionally be some people that would look at the corner, most of them were unintentional movements. Only one man, sitting at the central table, was constantly keeping watch over the corner trying to mask it by drinking his beer. One person as a contractor, one person as a lookout, the typical method used by shady street rats, this was also identical of Theo¡¯s knowledge. ¡°Once more cup,¡± he shouted to the bartender, ¡°with ice.¡± ¡°Sir, for a beer on the rocks you have to pay double,¡± the bartender reminded him. Hearing this, Theo threw a silver royal in his direction, ¡°The more ice, the better.¡± Holding his cup with the white mist coming out of it, he went across to the little man, placed his beer on the table so that it swept over the wild rose. The cold beer flowed along the petals, seeing this happen the little man raised his head and looked impatiently at Theo. ¡°Good beer is meant for drinking, not for the table, what madness has befallen you?¡± ¡°An offer to the wild rose,¡± Theo teasingly spoke as he took a seat across from the little men. ¡°I¡¯ve been looking for you for a long time now.¡± ¡°That only proves that you haven¡¯t been looking in the right places,¡± he replied in a raspy voice. ¡°That being the case, as a client¡­ tell me now, what do you want from me? Are you asking for clues, scrounging, redeem lost goods, or do you want to get rid of some stolen good?¡± ¡°No, I hope you can help me with spreading a rumor.¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t fall into the business area of the Wild Rose¡¯s.¡± He shook his head. ¡°No, don¡¯t be so fast to jump to conclusions. As long you get paid with gold royals, you will be surely interested in this,¡± Theo shook his finger, ¡°I am not one of those laymen youngsters. Occasionally, so to ensure that the prey takes the bait, you first have to lay out the bait, and rumors are the best way to achieve this. There won¡¯t be any evidence left and with this there will be no way to catch you. This is much safer than stealing.¡± ¡°That sounds reasonable,¡± acknowledged the little man, showing a smile, ¡°Have you commissioned anyone else besides the Wild Rose?¡± ¡°I completely trust that you can achieve it alone, after all, this is only a small place. Their name also doesn¡¯t sound as elegant, and they also don¡¯t seem to be as capable.¡± ¡°The business area here is just too small, so it¡¯s hard to find the right business, the competition within Silver City is vicious.¡± He picked up the rose, shook it, and when it was dry he put it into his pocket, ¡°Tell me, what rumor do you want us to spread for you?¡¯ ¡°Some news about the witches,¡± Theo laughed, ¡°An organization with the name of Witch Cooperation Association has found the Holy Mountain, they were also able to get rid of the pain during the demon¡¯s bite, gaining eternal peace.¡± ¡°Bro, this news is¡­¡± the little man smacked his lips, ¡°Really outdated. Although I will rarely step away from trying to scam someone, your gossip should at least be a little believable. Let me guess, in case you aren¡¯t trying to abduct a witch, then it sounds like you want to ensnare the church, which is the same as just waiting to be sent to the gallows by a group of judges, so I think it should be the first option¡­ ¡°showing a vulgar smile, ¡°Unfortunately, as far as I know, most of the witch-hunters who¡¯ve wanted to catch a witch by now are all already dead. Even though they were all carrying a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation on them, those women, after all, aren¡¯t just some idiots.¡± ¡°Why shouldn¡¯t it be believable?¡± Theo asked curiously. ¡°An organization formed by witches would be as flashy as the moon during the night. If it were true, the church would undoubtedly flock to it. So, if I were a witch, I would naturally never go to such a place, in case the news was a fake, then there would be no reason for me to go. As for getting rid of the demon¡¯s bite, my man, are you serious? The witches are the Devil¡¯s messenger, even the witches themselves would snort disdainfully at hearing such a pack of lies.¡± ¡°Then come forth according to this statement,¡± Theo disagreed. ¡°In the end, the customer always has the final say,¡± the young man just shrugged his shoulders, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter to me, just don¡¯t come to me afterward and say that I didn¡¯t warn you. This job will cost you twenty gold royals.¡± ¡°One-time payment?¡± ¡°Yes, the Wild Rose does not take deposits, nor anything other than money.¡± He spread his arms, ¡°this business relies entirely on sincerity.¡± Theo sighed, but then he took out a small money bag from his pocket. Turning it around and letting nineteen gold royals fall onto the table, he then took another moneybag from his belt and put another one hundred silver royals on the table and pushed everything to in front of the young man. The latter just checked the authenticity of one of the gold royals and afterward swept everything into his own bag. ¡°Will the news reach the witches¡¯ ear?¡± The moment he had received his money, the little man¡¯s face became a lot friendlier, ¡°The Wild Rose has accepted your commission, it¡¯s nearly impossible that we cannot get the accepted jobs done. Just like I had previously said, the competition within Silver City is cruel. In case we would ever try to deceive our customers, or if anything was to happen to them, our reputation would definitely fall. If you don¡¯t want to rush back towards the West and wait for someone else to take the bait, you can always stay here for the next few days, it won¡¯t be long before you will hear the news spread all over the place. ¡°Of course, only for as long as they are willing to speak about it. I¡¯ll keep it short and wish you success on your hunt, and if you ever manage have catch one, don¡¯t bring them to the Church. You can make more money by selling them to the aristocrats. And if you cannot find the right person or you¡¯re too afraid of being found by the Church, you can always come back to us, we will only take a small introduction fee.¡± With this offer, the young man stood up, took the bag and left the tavern. It didn¡¯t take long before the person responsible for keeping the young man safe also stood up and left. In the next fifteen minutes, Theo just waited and drank his cup of beer, then belched and also left the pub. With this, the task given by His Highness has finally come to an end, he thought. Fallen Dragon Ridge, Redwater City, Silver City, he had visited them all. Always searching for the local street rats, letting them spread the news up to the last corner of the city. There were always such hidden organizations, even the King¡¯s City was no exception to this. Such organizations were able to reach places and spread news, he could never contact using the legal ways. How successful they were only depended on how much money the customer had already offered. The only difficulty in this job was to find the contractor, he had to say, as an outsider it was quite difficult to get their trust. Only if he used the right phrase would they try to talk him, but to receive the sentence, he had already had to pay at least five gold royals. Theo lamented within his heart, if I hadn¡¯t already had similar experiences in King¡¯s City, I am afraid I would never have been able to leave the Fallen Dragon Ridge. On the way back to his inn, he noticed that there was something not quite right. Someone is tracking me. Although the other party was very subtle, as a professional bodyguard, Theo immediately became aware of the other¡¯s existence. He pulled out the dagger at his waist, and turned at the next corner, entering an unknown alley. Are they from the Wild Rose? He had purposely turned his money bag inside out when he had paid the nineteen gold royals, this way he wanted to avoid the other side becoming greedy. In general, hundreds of silver royals weren¡¯t enough for them to go after an already accepted customer. He pressed his back against the wall, counting the ever-approaching footsteps. The moment the other person was about to pass by the ally he fiercely rushed out from his hideout, instantly pressing his dagger against the unknown person¡¯s neck. ¡°Don¡¯t move!¡± Theo lowly hissed. But he would have never expected that the other one would just turn into fog, disappearing. It¡¯s a witch! The moment he realized it and wanted to shout out, was the moment he received a severe blow to the back of the neck. Immediately becoming dizzy then losing all of his strength and unable to keep himself from falling to the ground. Chapter 146 Chapter 146 Searching for traces, finding the cause (Part 2) When Theo regained his consciousness, he could still feel a stabbing pain from the back of his neck. Damn, that brute of a woman had hit him really hard. He opened his eyes and tried to move, only to discover that his hands were tied behind his back and his legs were tied to the legs of the chair he was sitting on. ¡°He woke up,¡± suddenly the voice of a woman could be heard. ¡°What is your name?¡± One person stepped in front of him and raised his chin. ¡°I suggest that you do not lie, or tomorrow you will already have become just another floating corpse in the moat.¡± Theo had to blink to see clearer, the woman in front of him was wearing a veil, and her body was shrouded in a robe, apparently, she didn¡¯t want him to be able to recognize her appearance. ¡°Theo,¡± he answered truthfully, at the same time he secretly looked around. It was a narrow room, and his surrounding was covered in dust and pieces of plaster from a broken statue, even though it was once complete, now merely one-half of it was left. The accumulated dust and plaster had already begun to turn brown as if it had already been abandoned for a long time. The room was without windows, so no sky could be seen and he could only speculate on how late it was. The only light in the room came from an oil lamp hanging on the wall. ¡°From the Fallen Dragon Ridge to Silver City, such a long way,¡± continued the woman in a cold voice, ¡°Why are you looking for us? ¡°I am not looking for you, it¡¯s the Witch Cooperation Association who is looking for you.¡± ¡°What is an Association?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a group of witches just like you. They had entrusted me with the task of spreading their news.¡± ¡°Nonsense,¡± the woman snapped, ¡°I do not know where you had heard their name, but they are located far to the East, in the Seawind Region. Do you think that just by randomly throwing names into the room we would believe you?¡± The Women drew a knife from her waist and Theo had to discover that it was the knife that he had previously used. ¡°I¡¯ll give you one last chance, don¡¯t challenge my patience!¡± ¡°What I said was the truth!¡± He stated in a loud voice, he wanted to continue to shout, but in the end, he didn¡¯t dare, so he said with a suppressed voice, ¡°They had originally intended to go into the Impassable Mountain Range, trying to find the Holy Mountain, unable to find the Holy Mountain, they had to settle down in Border Town, only to discover that the symptoms of the demon¡¯s bite had disappeared. When they realized this, they naturally wanted to save other witches, I swear I did not lie!¡± ¡°Then why would they send you?¡± ¡°¡¯Cause I helped them, I helped them when one of their members was chased by the Church¡¯s Army of Judges, I helped her by distracting her pursuers. Their mentor is called Cara, and there are also Wendy and Scroll, they asked me to go! ¡± After listening to his explanation, the masked woman turned silent, she put the dagger back to her waist and stepped behind him. Soon, Theo could hear how the two women whispered behind his back. Fledglings, he commented in his heart, even though the two of them act like criminals, it is still clear that they are entirely new to interrogating. During an interrogation, it is absolutely taboo to ask questions that had only one answer, in the case that they didn¡¯t get their answer, the questioner only had the choice to kill or not to kill? If they decide to kill, they will lose any further possibility of receiving any more information, if they didn¡¯t kill, it¡¯s is equivalent to losing their threat of dying. This would severely damage the interrogator¡¯s position of power, and the effectiveness of the next threat would be substantially reduced. If he were the interrogator, he would start the torture with the fingers, for every lie one finger would be cut off. So even if there were an error in judgment, it would become a big problem. Under this threatening atmosphere the enemy¡¯s heart would quickly collapse, but without professional training, it would be very tough to carry out such a trial. As long as he would show a frightened look, the interrogator would become unsure, which is equally to exposing that they just cannot tell whether he was lying or telling the truth. And Cara, Holy Mountain, and the Witch Cooperation Association were reliable and genuine information, which would further strengthen the persuasiveness of his information. It didn¡¯t take long before the masked woman appeared once more in front of him, ¡°When was it that they entered the Western Territory?¡± ¡°Two or three months before the Months of Demons, and directly after the end of winter, they returned to the town, claiming that they had found the Holy Mountain. ¡°How many people are they?¡± ¡°Up to 40? I¡¯m not sure of it, in addition to Cara, there are almost no other witches who decided to show themselves,¡± Theo decided to add another bit of information, ¡°Cara the Snake Witch, have you heard of her? She has the ability to summon magical snakes, one of them is called ¡®nothingness¡¯. With her, she can quickly erase every toxin. I have seen it myself, it was very powerful.¡± ¡°You actually do not fear the witches?¡± The woman¡¯s voice seemed to be a bit puzzled. ¡°Why should I be afraid, the witches are very¡­ beautiful, they don¡¯t possess claws like demonic beasts, and furthermore they don¡¯t hurt ordinary people. If I feared them, I would have never gone so far to spread the news.¡± ¡°If someone went to Border Town, how could they contact them?¡± ¡°Some of them can naturally see magic, so if there is a witch, they will find her.¡± ¡°Shadow, what do you think?¡± The masked women looked into the direction behind Theo. ¡°I¡¯m not sure,¡± the witch, known as Shadow, hesitated. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we wait for our sister and then make a decision? She surely will know what to do.¡± ¡°All right.¡± She nodded and took a clean chair, sitting herself in front of Theo. ¡°Who is your older sister?¡± ¡°The guide,¡± the masked woman¡¯s attitude had softened a lot compared to before. Probably his statement that he didn¡¯t fear the witches, changed her thoughts and feelings a lot, ¡°she will take us away from here.¡± ¡°You will leave? Where will you go to?¡± The spoken too just shook her head and didn¡¯t answer. ¡°You are not a witch from Silver City, right?¡± Theo continued, ¡°Your accent is not the same as the accent of the King. Silver City was near the capital, so the inhabitants here are proud of imitating the king¡¯s accent.¡± She hesitated for a moment, ¡°I¡­ am from the South.¡± Witches from all over the Kingdom have gathered here, and soon they will be lead away from here¡­ Theo thought to himself, there is no doubt, they are another witch organization. They are also attracting witches, just like the Witch Cooperation Association had done before. However, in the end, where do they want to go? At this moment, from outside the sound of footsteps could be heard. ¡°Sister came back!¡± Shadow shouted cheerfully. With the creaking sound of the door opening, Theo began to hold his breath. ¡°Is he the one who has been using the underground channels to spread the news?¡± The newcomer¡¯s voice was mature and steady. ¡°What have you asked him?¡± ¡°What he had said seems to be true.¡± Began the masked women to explain how she saw the questioning, ¡°He could not have been so clear in his explanation if he had not been in contact with the Witch Cooperation Association.¡± ¡°Well, there¡¯s that,¡± she went by Theo, stepping in front of him. There was a big difference between her and the masked woman, she didn¡¯t hide her face. Her long black hair nearly reached her waist, and she seemed to be around twenty-five years old. Taking her in whole, the most eye-catching part of her were her eyes. Theo discovered that she unexpectedly had golden irises, even standing in the dim light, her eyes were still clearly visible just like the stars during the night. Theo had often been at His Highness side, but the unknown woman¡¯s appearance could still be considered as belonging the top category. She had a visible scar over her left eye, beginning at her brow and going down to her cheek. This scar not only did not destroy her beauty but instead added another harsh touch to it. From the first moment that he saw her, Theo felt that this woman was a full-fledged warrior. ¡°If the Witch Cooperation Association had indeed found the Holy Mountain, they would have never sent people to spread such news.¡± She shook her head, ¡°This wouldn¡¯t only let the Church getting wind of it and let them arrive, no they would even have to leave Border Town as soon as possible, I¡¯m afraid they would only bring a great calamity over themselves.¡± ¡°Then¡­ what should we do?¡± Shadow asked. ¡°The ship will arrive today at midnight, and you aren¡¯t the only witches, so you will have to leave,¡± she said without hesitation, ¡°I¡¯ll escort you to the ship. As for the Wi¡­¡± The black-haired woman looked at Theo who was still tied to the chair, ¡°Please help me to say hello to Tilly, tell her I¡¯ll be late for a few days and perhaps I¡¯m even be able to bring some more witches with me.¡± ¡°You want to go with him to Border Town?¡± Shadow asked surprised, ¡°But, in case this is a hoax¡­¡± She smiled a little and said full of confidence, ¡°if that were the case, it would be the same as killing oneself.¡± Chapter 147 Chapter 147 Missionary Mission Alicia had never thought that she would one day become a member of a missionary mission. After all, when the Church sent people on such a mission, the group would always be formed from elite warriors who were also well versed in letters and military tactics, since they would represent the face of the Church the entire time they were away. She was very confident in her fighting skills and her etiquette; it could even be said that she looked like¡­ the whole year I¡¯m constantly moving along the defensive line, always holding and waving my double-edged greatsword, can such a woman be good-looking when she has to go somewhere? Thinking of this, her whole body was covered in a feeling of unease. The Priestess Mira had said, that they had to go to the western border town of the Kingdom of Graycastle, investigating the case of the royal power housing and shielding some witches. In addition to the Priestess who led the envoy, the group also consisted of ten Judges, one of them being the captain who had given her the cold pill during the defense of Hermes. But it seemed that even away from the battlefield, he was still constantly wearing his cold face, and just by standing beside him Alicia could feel how the temperature drastically fell. The Priestess instead was the completely opposite expression, she was already over the age of 40, and had a pair of wise and farseeing eyes. Always telling and laughing about anecdotes of the Church, she clearly had a lot of experience, full of passion for others¡¯ interest but never losing her elegant demeanor as she went. Even in the presence of the Archbishop, her aura wouldn¡¯t reduce. More than once, Alicia had heard that she was the likeliest candidate to be the next bishop. And to the warrioress¡¯ surprise, as a public official, Mira¡¯s riding skills were not much worse than the skills of the Judges. For the past two days, she had spent most of her time in front of the troops, leading them ever further down the mountain trail, bypassing the forests, cities, and towns, so that she could always keep the horses going at the same speed and try to reduce the physical exertion. This technique was just like that of an experienced long-term rider. When they left the Hermes boundary and entered the Kingdom of Graycastle, one of the Judges asked, ¡°We aren¡¯t going further south?¡± ¡°No, the distance between Border Town and where we are is too far, if we take the land route, my buttocks will start to bloom just like flowers.¡± Mira waved her hand disapprovingly, ¡°We will first go eastwards until we reach the Hidden Valley Town, there is a river which flows to Redwater City and from there it won¡¯t be much further before we reach Longsong Stronghold. ¡°When was it that you first joined the Church?¡± Alecia asked curiously. ¡°Not only do you know all sorts of anecdotes about things that¡¯ve happened in the Holy City, but you also know a lot about the world at large.¡± ¡°I joined the Church, twelve years ago, when I was thirty,¡± Mira replied. ¡°That¡¯s quite late,¡± Alicia exclaimed, ¡°as far as I know, the older one is, the more difficult it would become to comprehend the doctrines of God, it is even more shocking that it only took you ten years to be promoted from the rank of a believer to that of a Priestess.¡± ¡°Yes, well,¡± Mira smiled, ¡°This is one of the enchanting aspects of the Church. I ah, was originally the daughter of a merchant and traveled together with my father through the four kingdoms to sell goods. Goods that are common at some places at other locations are rare and because of this worth much more. ¡°For example, the price for green coral, when we bought it from local fishermen in the Seawind Region, we could buy them for a price of only twenty to thirty silver royals. We put them into water tanks and transported them the whole way northward to Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Endless Winter. If the transport was successful and the corals still had their natural color, and were without any broken branches, we could sell them for five or more gold royals. I often thought, it¡¯s obviously that they are the same item, so how can it be that there is such an enormous difference in their value?¡± ¡°Because¡­ in some places they are rare?¡± Alicia suggested. ¡°At the beginning I thought the same.¡± Mira nodded in agreement, ¡°But then something happened that changed my view. One noble secretly harbored a witch who was able to control the temperature, after some tests he finally came up with a way in which he could keep and raise the corals of the Seawind Region in the Kingdom of Eternal Winter. He turned the basement of a house in his garden into a huge pond, setting some skylights into its ceiling, with this he could harvest the corals once a year. His output was ten times more than what my father was able to transport and we were only able to make the journey once a year. So, there were now much more green corals on the market than before. He not only sold them to the palace, but also to other powerful aristocratic families. If the price was only decided by its rarity, the expensive price of green corals should go down. ¡°But after two years, the palace refused to accept those low-priced green corals, saying that they were counterfeit goods. Not only had my father not cut down on the prices of the green corals, no he had even doubled it. As for the noble with the witch, he became confined by the Church, according to the crime of harboring and kidnapping of a witch he was burned at stake. But I knew that the corals sold by him were no counterfeit products, there was no difference between them and my father¡¯s product. ¡°Thinking it¡¯s because of the reason that the items are rare, isn¡¯t the wrong idea, but there are many other reasons which also determine the price of goods. Furthermore, this was only one of the simplest examples. Because the Royal Palace thought of the green corals as a symbol of luxury, they artificially set its value to be higher. When more green corals appeared on the market, it would also significantly impact the provisions of the royal family. Therefore at the day of execution, the Queen also celebrated. Don¡¯t you think that these goods are the same as us secular people?¡± ¡°Like¡­ what?¡± Alicia couldn¡¯t follow her thought process. ¡°Just like the children of royalty and commoners,¡± Mira spoke without stop. ¡°When they are born, they all get a price attached to them, but this price doesn¡¯t reflect our real value. We are just like those green corals, yet sometimes they can be bought for a low price, but at other places, the price becomes too high to even reach.¡± ¡°Too high to be reached¡­ you mean becoming nobility?¡± ¡°Nobles are the corals of the Royals Palace of the Kingdom of Eternal Winter,¡± the Priestess smiled, ¡°when they and we are born there is no difference between us. We both have a pair of hands, a pair of feet, a pair of eyes and a mouth. However, they were artificially classified as beings of the highest value. This inequality isn¡¯t based on their own ability, but on the rule of the royal power. Because of this, I joined the Church. At least in the Holy City, your origin does not limit your value. If we could put the whole continent under the rule of the Holy Church, establishing the so-called Kingdom of God, it would be the case for everyone. ¡°You are right, that would truly be a good thing!¡± Alicia wholeheartedly and thought excited. It would be like heaven on earth. If we were able to establish a kingdom under the rule of God. Just like Mira had described it, there would be no difference between the people when they were born, nor would there exist any pariah or slaves. ¡°A Kingdom of God? Well¡­ do you want to turn all the people into cold-blooded monsters?¡± The cold-faced captain of the Army of Judges shook the reins of his horse, and joined up with them, ¡°Priestess, how much do you know about the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± ¡°Hey, you¡± Alicia was about to remind him to pay attention to courtesy, but she was already stopped halfway by Mira. ¡°The God Punishment Army is the gathering of the most powerful warriors of the Church. They also possess the strongest faith, willing to sacrifice themselves, only the brave and fearless members of the Army of Judges can be transformed.¡± ¡°Them being the most powerful is a good point, that they need to be transformed to be able to join the army is also not bad, but they aren¡¯t the most converted of us soldiers, no they are nothing more than a group of people without any feelings, just like monsters!¡± After coldly dropping this sentence, he went to his horse and rode it back to the front of his team. ¡°He is simply a rude one!¡± Alicia bitterly said, when she had seen him at Hermes, even so, they had to face danger, he was exactly like a general he had to be, both calm and brave. But now¡­ what had happened to him, that he had become such a kind of person?¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay, he¡¯s just not in the mood right now.¡± Mira shook her head. ¡°To build the Kingdom of God, there will be setbacks and sacrifices¡­ but at least we all joined voluntarily.¡± It was already late when they arrived at the next town, and as missionaries on a mission of the Church they were allowed to rest in the town¡¯s church. After everyone had eaten. They all went back to their own room to sleep. Alicia was walking behind the captain, but when they reached an aisle, she suddenly called out to him. ¡°Mira is our leader, what was the meaning behind your outbreak during the ride? Did you forget all the rules and regulations of the church?¡± After a moment of silence, he asked: ¡°Your name is Alicia, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Yes, and just like you, I¡¯m now a captain in the Army of Judge. At the fight during the Month of Demons I had asked you for your name, but you didn¡¯t give me an answer, are you now able to tell me your name?¡± ¡°Abrams,¡± he said with a blank expression, ¡°as to why I did that¡­ do you have any brothers or sisters? ¡± ¡°No.¡± Alicia suddenly remembered that he had said that his brother was a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. ¡°I have. He and I grew up in the Church, we were so close that we would always know what the other was thinking. Later, he accepted the invitation and transferred to the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Since that day I have never seen him again. The presiding judge told me that his transformation was very successful and that he was now out on a special mission of the Church, I was euphoric for him.¡± He paused, ¡°Until one day, I finally saw him again in the cathedral, I shouted his name, and when he came up to me, I wanted to embrace him. But can you guess what I saw? ¡± Asking this, Abrams¡¯ face showed for the first time some feelings, pain, ¡°He acted like a stranger, he didn¡¯t see me at all, he just walked straight past me. Never turning his eyes in my direction, always staring to the front, ultimately acting, unlike a human.¡± ¡°¡­¡± hearing his story, Alicia could feel a cold chill running down her back, she wanted to shout that he had lied, but when she opened her mouth, no such words could escape. ¡°The member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army are deprived of their human feelings, they are nothing more than a group of living dead.¡± He pushed Alicia to the side and walked back to his room, not looking back as he left. Chapter 148 Chapter 148 The merchant from King¡¯s City (Part 1) Border Town welcomed the long missed rainy weather, from the dark clouds in the sky, the rains came splashing down onto the earth, hitting the windowsills and the windows creating a loud crackling sound the whole time. It was reasonable to say that the spring was meant to be a rainy season, both warm and humid. But this year in Border Town, since the end of the Months of Demons, the number of rainy days they¡¯ve had could be counted on one hand. Fortunately, the farmland was directly beside the river, which made the watering very convenient. Now, due to the heavy rain they received the oppressive air had finally dispersed. So now, as Nightingale opened a window, the room was flooded by the rich fragrance of mother earth. From afar, you could see the sprouting crops on the other side of the Shishui River. The horizon was covered with endless amounts of green wheat seedlings. Now, washed by the rain, these crops sparkled dazzlingly in contrast to the gray water of the river. Roland stretched his body and put the pen back into its container. Seeing that he had finished, Nightingale finally asked, ¡°Did the blueprint turn out well?¡± ¡°Well, it is an entirely new weapon, with its fire rate increased by several times,¡± Roland said, placing the blueprint on the stack together with more than a dozen of designs. ¡°I¡¯ll call it the rotating rifle. What do you think?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to show it to me,¡± Nightingale said, showing an ironical smile. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t understand it anyway.¡± ¡°This is just the primary type, if the barrel gets shortened, it will become a revolver, which you can also carry around with you. However, even if it would come in handy to have it, I still first have to solve a missing key piece of technology. But, when the times comes and I can give it to you, you no longer need to fear the Army of Judges coming from the Church.¡± ¡°You mean, it will allow an ordinary woman to kill a heavily armed Knight?¡± ¡°Not only one, but several,¡± Roland smirked, ¡°if you¡¯re lucky, then five powerful men also wouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡± Nightingale exposed a look full of disbelieving, the moment when he wanted to say something further, a knocking sound could suddenly be heard coming from outside the office. ¡°Your Royal Highness, Barov¡¯s apprentice who was sent to the capital, came just back, he brought a merchant with him who trades in saltpeter, at the moment the merchant is waiting outside of the castle for you to receive them.¡± What apprentice of Barov? When Roland thought about it, only one thing came to mind. Before the attack on the Longsong Stronghold, Border Town¡¯s stock of gunpowder was running low, and he had sent some guards to the Fallen Dragon Ridge and Redwater City, hoping to obtain a new source of saltpeter. Barov¡¯s apprentice was the last to be sent on his journey, his destination was King¡¯s City. After all, they should have all kinds of goods over there, coupled with the approaching summer, this meant the production of saltpeter would certainly be significantly increased. He had never expected that the last person he had sent out would be the first to come back with good news. ¡°Bring them to the reception-room, and I¡¯ll join them soon,¡± Roland looked out the window at the sky, ¡°And let the kitchen prepare another portion of dessert.¡± Turning back around, he saw that Nightingale had already disappeared. But he knew that she was as always at his side. ¡­ Later when Roland entered the reception-room, the merchant was only just now brought into the room by the guards. She took off her wet cloak and straw hat, then bowed in front of the Prince showing her respect, ¡°I am Margaret Farman, a merchant from King¡¯s City, today I¡¯m here to salute you, Your formidable Highness Wimbledon. Seeing that the merchant was actually a woman, was completely unexpected to Roland. During this era, the traveling routes were much less safe than during the later times. Traveling around one may not only encounter bandits or refugees, but the towns also had many underground forces, not to forget there was still the dangerous wildlife to take into consideration, so seeing a woman working as a merchant was quite rare. Like Lightning, she had bright blonde hair, but her hair was thicker and longer. She should be around 30 years old, and perhaps because of living a harder life than that of the ordinary people, she already had wrinkles around the eyes and on her forehead. Her skin color was also darker than the Kingdom¡¯s people, at first glance her appearance seemed a little rough. But it was clear that she didn¡¯t belong to the Sandpeople, but rather to the people of the Fjord. ¡°Sit down,¡± the Prince said, motioning that she could take a seat. ¡°You aren¡¯t an original citizen of the Kingdom of Graycastle, are you?¡± ¡°Why would you ask that?¡± Margaret smiled. ¡°The color of your hair, it is a very rare sight to see from people of the mainland. As far as I know, most people coming from the other side of the Vortex Sea have such pretty blond hair, I also know a¡­ an explorer from the Fjords.¡± ¡°You are very knowledgeable; my hometown is indeed in the Fjord. But I have already left the Fjords and come to the mainland more than a decade ago. Today I¡¯m living in the capital, and can be considered as a half-citizen of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± She paused, ¡°Since it wasn¡¯t so long ago that you¡¯ve left the capital yourself, it is possible that we have already met somewhere before. To be able to live in the same city as Your Highness, I feel very honored.¡± Sure enough, a successful businessman is splendid at speaking, even knowing that the other side was just flattering him, Roland still got a pleasant feeling. However, right at this moment, he could feel how his right side was suddenly pinched ¡­ uh, this time you didn¡¯t need to determine if she was telling the truth or not, Nightingale you¡¯re too enthusiastic about doing your duty. ¡°In the Fjords, being an explorer isn¡¯t just a hollow title.¡± Margret continued earnestly, ¡±You may not understand, but the land where the people can survive is very scarce in the Fjords, where the water rises and falls, some islands will be swallowed at high tide. While other islands spew flames and smoke all day long, and they have such a high temperature that even the stone melts, converging all into a dark red river. Only those who open up new channels, or find a new suitable place for people to live, are eligible to get this title, so there aren¡¯t many people who proclaim themselves, explorer.¡± ¡°Haha, not only does she call herself an explorer, she also claims her father to be the greatest explorer,¡± Roland smiled and shook his head, ¡°Well, children, they like to imagine themselves as great people.¡± ¡°In the Fjord, even the child, will not so easily claim that title,¡± Margaret frowned up, ¡°did she ever mentioned her father ¡®s name?¡± Seeing the earnest look on her face, Roland also realized that had he misread the situation, can it possibly be, that for the Seafolk take the title of Explorer as something they believe in spiritually? Is it possible that it cannot be called so casually? ¡°Her father¡¯s name is Thunder.¡± Roland had never expected that the moment he said the name, Margarite eyes became big and round, ¡°You know Sir Thunder?¡± ¡°No, I only know his daughter. How is it possible that you¡¯ve heard of the name?¡± ¡°No one in the Fjords hasn¡¯t heard the stories of him! Sir Thunder, the Twin Dragon Islands and the Shallow Water Island were discovered by him. With this he expanded our living area by almost half. He also painted a detailed map of the east coast and the Shadow Island. Now, every child of the Fjords knows of the deeds of Sir Thunder, he is one of the greatest explorers of the Fjords!¡° ¡°But I heard that Thunder seemed to be buried in the sea because of a storm¡­¡± ¡°No, Your Royal Highness, a real Explorer will never fall because of a storm. He has faced numerous dangers, but in the end, he has always survived. At the moment Sir Thunder must be somewhere gathering the crew for a new expedition, just like he has always done. Margaret leaned forward, ¡°Your Highness, would you happen to know where his daughter could be right now?¡± Roland was still a little surprised, he had never thought that Lightning¡¯s father was actually so famous. Can it be that her tales which sounded so much like fantasy were all true? ¡°She lives here in my castle, after the shipwreck, she has kept traveling westwards until she reached Border Town, when I happened to meet her, and I took her in.¡± ¡°In your castle?¡± Margaret was full of expectation. ¡°Can I see his daughter?¡± ¡°For now, most probably not,¡± Roland said, at the moment, Lightning should be flying over the Concealing Forest, looking for the site marked on the treasure map. ¡°She is currently practicing¡­ taking a jungle adventure. But if you plan to stay overnight, you can wait until she comes back.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll wait and I will talk with her later,¡± Margaret nodded without hesitation. ¡°Then we can now discuss business, right?¡± ¡°Of course, Your Royal Highness,¡± Margaret answered laughingly, ¡°do not hesitate to speak your mind.¡± Chapter 149 Chapter 149 Merchant from King¡¯s City (Part 2) ¡°Are you King¡¯s City¡¯s biggest saltpeter trader?¡± Roland directly cut to root. ¡°No, Your Highness,¡± Margaret was no longer just showing her formal smile, her speech also became much more intimate, ¡°I run all kind of different businesses, from gems to cloth, from inns to taverns. In fact, not even a month ago, I still had nothing to do with saltpeter trading. Only when the original owner of the nitrate field lost all of his reserves and went bankrupt during his visit in my casino, did I have the rights transferred to me as payment.¡± Not only was she selling all kinds of goods, she even had a firm hold in the service industry¡­ being able to build such a large business empire, in the end, what background did she have? It was well known that if you wanted to open a casino in King¡¯s City, with money alone it would be an impossible thing to achieve. Wanting to know if she was telling him the truth, Roland knocked on the table, but Nightingale pinch to the middle of his back left him unsatisfied. Since a pinch like this indicated that Margaret was carrying a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, making it impossible for her to judge whether the other one was telling a lie or telling the truth. Wait a moment¡­ since it¡¯s impossible for her to observe, why did she pinch me so hard previously? Roland coughed twice, suppressing his curiosity. He had heard that some of the merchants from the Fjords had settled down in the Four Kingdoms. Their businesses were so successful that they grew bigger and bigger until they accumulated so much wealth that it became hard to even imagine it. After finally securing some wealth, many merchants were easy marks and were effortlessly swindled out of their gains. Only a few were able to stabilize themselves and put down roots, and reinvest their money successfully into local establishments, forming a relatively stable business union. Can it be that Margaret is one of those big dogs? This being the case, Roland decided to be direct and straightforward with his request, ¡°I need a large amount of saltpeter, the more, the better.¡± ¡°The Western Territory of the Kingdom isn¡¯t a scorching place, especially near the Impassable Mountain Range. Your Royal Highness, do you really need so much saltpeter?¡± Margaret became curious, ¡°In the eastern outskirts of the kingdom, I have three nitrate fields, enough to supply a middle-sized city of nobles with ice.¡± Definitely a big shot, she even has three nitrate fields! Even though, Roland became overjoyed, there was no visible change in his expression, ¡°I¡¯m going to build a cold store in the basement of the castle to store some perishable food. As long as you give me the right price, I¡¯ll take all the saltpeter you can bring.¡± ¡°Since you¡¯ve explained it so clearly to me,¡± she nodded, ¡°I¡¯m willing to transport all of my saltpeter to Border Town, and I will only charge you the typical market price of King¡¯s City, but¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± ¡°I do not want to be paid with gold royals, I already have enough of them to fill up a whole warehouse. I heard that you were in possession of some foreign products, if you used these instead of the gold royals, I would be happy to conclude a deal with you.¡± ¡°Strange products?¡± Roland got rooted, it was the first time that he had heard someone say that he didn¡¯t want any gold royals. ¡°Yes, well. I heard something about a self-running black iron creation,¡± Margaret leaned slightly forward, ¡°Your servant said, that with this thing, you only need to ignite a fire and boil water for it to become amazingly powerful. In fact, only after I heard him speak about such a creation did I decide to visit Border Town. Otherwise, directly selling the saltpeter to the nobility around the capital would be much more in line with my interests. After all the transportation distance is many times farther, so I have to bear a significant loss.¡± This is really a pleasant surprise, Roland thought. Although I don¡¯t know how Barov¡¯s apprentice caught hold of this line, and in what way he had described the steam engine, but evidently this merchant from King¡¯s City was very interested in it. How incredible the profits and business potential of industrial products were, was all very clear to Roland. Especially since they could be only created by his own mechanical products. He had already worried about that after Border Town had sold all the ore and used up all the Duke¡¯s coins, that they would have no other business opportunities. But he would never have thought that today such an excellent opportunity such as this would be put right in front of him. ¡°So, that was your reason,¡± the prince said. ¡°What you had heard of is called a steam engine. It converts water by boiling it into steam, which can be used as source of power. The principle behind it is very simple, but only we her in Border Town are able to produce it.¡± ¡°So there exists really such an amazing thing?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland answered, ¡°but it is very complicated to manufacture so the price will be quite high. If you are interested, you can go with me to see the machine.¡± ¡°Extremely interested,¡± she said with excitement. ¡­ In the North Slope Mine, Margaret saw a large roaring steel monster which pulled several mine carts loaded with minerals out of the mine tunnel, her eyes turned full and round, nearly falling out of their sockets. ¡°Your Royal Highness, t-this¡­ is incredible.¡± Margaret whispered, feeling overwhelmed, ¡°Previously I had thought that your messenger had exaggerated, but even in my wildest dreams, I had never thought that he even understated it¡­ I am afraid that even a dozen of people together don¡¯t possess a power such as this¡­ steam engine.¡± Wanting to take a closer look, Margaret took a step toward the engine but was stopped by Roland. ¡°The running is very dangerous, don¡¯t get too close to it. Do you see the white gas spraying out of it? Even if you only get hit by a small part of it, it is still enough to burn your skin.¡± ¡°Do you only use it to transport ore?¡± As the noise was too large, she had to step near Roland and shout into his ear. ¡°In this mine, we using two, one is used to help the miner transport the ore, while the second one is used for pumping out the water in the mine,¡± Roland replied, ¡°In fact, until today, Border Town was only able to produce three steam engines. We use them there where they are needed the most. But they can be employed for a broad range of purposes, as you could perhaps imagine. They can replace windmills and waterwheels, to grind wheat. They aren¡¯t affected by rivers or winds, and they don¡¯t need any manpower or animal power. What might interest you, even more, is that they can even be fitted onto a sailing boat, moving the paddles, allowing the ship to move without any sails.¡± He knew that their dependence on the wind and its direction was of great significance for the Seafolk. Sure, enough, hearing this Margaret looked with wide-open eyes at Roland, ¡°Just name a price, I will take it with me!¡± ¡°That¡¯s out of the question, the mine also relies on it to maintain the production. You can order a few new steam engines and then when you deliver the saltpeter, you can take them with you.¡± ¡°What would their price be¡­?¡± Roland lead her away from the entrance of the mine. Being further away from the noise of the machine, it was now much easier to speak. ¡°One steam engine will cost five hundred gold royals,¡± Roland offered. Even so, the price was a bit exaggerated, being almost equivalent to a knight¡¯s territory annual income. The ore to produce one steam engine cost around twenty gold royals, plus melting costs, labor costs and installation costs it would be another fifty gold royals. However, to get a good price, one always had to have some space for a bargain. ¡°Then I¡¯ll buy ten steam engines!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland became frozen, ten steam engines were the same as five thousand gold royals! Almost the equal to the five or six years of the Duke Ryan¡¯s savings. Not even trying to bargain, was that the power of a big dog? He cleared his throat, ¡°You¡¯re sure of it? After all, it¡¯s not a small sum, and the machine is also not always available for usage, and even if you bought it, you still have to invest money into it.¡± ¡°I know, it¡¯s just like a ship which has to visit the dock every year to clean up the keel of parasites and algae, replacing the sails, ropes and so on,¡± Margaret did not mind it, ¡± What later needs to be added, I¡¯ll buy it from you. If it actually becomes impossible to manage by myself, you only have to name a price, and I will pay you for the craftsmen to maintain and operate the machine.¡± Roland closed his mouth, there was only one thought left in his mind, being wealthy really must be nice. Chapter 150 Chapter 150 Stone Tower At this moment Lightning was flying somewhere across the Concealing Forest. In her eyes, it seemed that the world had become smaller. As far as her eyes could see, all the details had faded, only a world made out of pure colors was left. Brown was the earth, gray were the mountains, green the forest and blue the river. Yet it was this green which occupied an overwhelming majority of her field of view. And not the bright green of the grass fields in Border Town, here the green was mixed with gray and black, turning it dark and condensed. Whether it was to the West or the North, everywhere she looked, she only saw a dark green, with no end to it in sight. Due to seeing it for such a long time, she slowly developed a feeling of falling. So, from time to time, Lightning had to look up at the sky, to disperse the ever-increasing feeling of discomfort. Behind her, the overcast black clouds were flowing past very low, enclosing the Impassable Mountain Range and Border Town in rain and fog. She was now flying over the forest trying to find the remains from four hundred fifty years ago, for her, this was undoubtedly a great adventure. Two weeks ago, when Roland had offered her this task, Lightning immediately accepted this mission. Furthermore, there was a big difference between Cara who thought of the ancient book as infallible and the Prince. His Highness repeatedly explained to her, that this drawing could only be used as a reference and that the most important part of the search was her safety, it wouldn¡¯t matter if she could find the tower or not. This gave the young girl the impression that she would have a great time. She knew that His Royal Highness was right, even in case that it was Border Town¡¯s castle, over the period of more than four hundred years, the plants would have grown almost everywhere and gradually turned into a pile of dust. But she still wanted to find this place, to determine the location of the hexagonal star, it was the equal to determine the position of Taqila. Having heard the ins and outs of the matter, Lightning naturally understood what it meant for her to find Taqila. That she was helping the Prince find the real cause of the outbreak of the war with the Devils, which the Church was trying to hide with all their might. If she compared this with her father¡¯s exciting explorations trying to find new sea routes, it was even more exciting! For her search, Lightning used the chart method. She had separated the map into many small squares, and with keeping a constant speed and counting the time that she flew, she would know how far she had flown. At the same time, she consistently drew out the inside of one of the squares. Every time one of the squares was filled, she also knew that the area had already been searched through. Now she had already filled half of these squares. The stormy clouds behind her seemed to be approaching faster than Lightning had previously imagined, the young girl could even faintly hear the thunder rolling in the clouds. To be safe she lowered her height, dropping down towards the forest. At this moment, a gray shadow flashed past her vision. Shocking Lightning, who immediately stopped her forward flight. Instead she hovered in the air, looking back through the mass of green. But she could find nothing. Was it an illusion? Lightning thought, not believing it, she decided to search the area again. But this time, she flew at a much lower height. The forest was no longer one solid block of green, instead turning into a collection of mottled tree trunks, bifurcated branches, and all kinds of different leaves¡­ in front of Lightning¡¯s eyes, the details of the world had emerged from a solid block of green. After several scores of breaths, Lightning suddenly detected a small white stone tower hidden behind the tree branches. The complete upper part of the tower had been cut off, leading to the problem that the trees had grown higher than the tower and had covered it with a layer of green, making it nearly impossible to be seen from up in the sky. If not for her wish to avoid the rain-laden clouds, she would most likely have missed it. Lightning heart began to beat faster, could it be that this was the location marked on the map? She slowly flew several rounds around the tower but didn¡¯t discover any unusual circumstances, so she decided to take a closer look to see what she could detect. After landing, the witch only found out that it wasn¡¯t right to call it a white stone tower. Its surface was covered with vines and moss, during the passing of time the tower had now become a gray-green. The tower was slightly tilted to the side, giving the impression that it had been hit by a huge force, which had filled the surrounding with scattered stones. These stones were made from the same material and color as the stone tower and must have been fragments from the tower¡¯s former top. The larger pieces were still clear to see, but the smaller ones had already been buried under soil and weeds. The former stone tower was certainly huge. Even now, the bottom area was still as large as Border Town¡¯s castle. Ruins like this would usually have a basement. Logically speaking, the right thing to do was to record the location of the remains and then immediately return to the Border Town. The various adventures she had heard also all reminded her, that stepping into an already for hundreds of years sleeping ruin wasn¡¯t the right choice, for example the stale air in the sealed basement could have become toxic and would quickly end her short life. Knowing all this, Lightning still didn¡¯t move one bit, her own curiosity was constantly nagging her: go in and take a look, it won¡¯t take long. Once more, she looked up at the sky, seeing that the formerly relatively blue sky had turned a gloomy dark, apparently, a storm was coming. With this it¡¯s decided, she told herself, flying through the rain would be very uncomfortable, so I can¡¯t help it and have to hide in the tower and if I¡¯m already there, I can also take a quick look. In case I actually discover the basement, I absolutely won¡¯t go in by myself. After thinking about it, Lightning¡¯s obedience had been suppressed by her curiosity, so she went to the vines and began to search for the entrance. When she found it, she pulled out a knife from her waist and cleaned out a small hole, it was only big enough that she could crawl through it. The door which was previously made out of wood had already been eroded away long ago, thus she could now successfully enter the tower. As the top was torn off, she wasn¡¯t in need of a torch to see clearly. After circling the bottom of the tower, Lightning had still not discovered anything that was exciting. Apparently, over time all traces of items had been erased by nature. In addition to the remnants of the old walls, there was nothing else left on the ground. Behind a still standing wall, she discovered a hole in the ground, which should be the place of the former stairs, but every trace of them had already been erased. The access to the basement seemed very conspicuous, it was built in the southwest direction of the floor, facing the entrance of the stone tower. Lightning suspected, that if she moved along this path into the Wild Lands, she would discover the ancient Tower City Taqila. At this time, the rain begun to fall from the sky, hitting Lightning on the nose. To keep herself dry and no better option, she entered the hole and slowly walked into the channel that extended underground, when she turned around a corner, she was stopped by a wooden door. Although the door wasn¡¯t completely corroded, it still looked dilapidated, as long as it was only touched a little, the door would surely be torn apart. Soon, the outside rain turned into a downpour, and the crackling sound of the rain hitting the ground gradually became one, turning the chaos into an inseparable sound. Where she stood now, she was safe from the rain, but the water began to flow down into the hole. To avoid getting her shoes wet, Lightning lifted her feet from the ground and began to slowly float upwards. Suddenly, she could vaguely hear a cry, mixed with the rain, it was almost indistinguishable. The sudden sound let all her hairs stand up, and the young girl began to look panicky around. But within the narrow passage, she couldn¡¯t detect anything besides the scattered stones. With the help of the faint light coming from outside, she opened her bag and took out a torch and flint from inside. Wanting to use some fire to take a better look. At this point, the cries sounded again, but this time it actually seemed like it had come from behind the door. Lightning couldn¡¯t help it, she flinched and quickly turned around. Losing her hold on her torch, dropping it to the ground, where it with a loud splash entered the water. This time the sound had been much clearer, she could faintly distinguish that it was a woman¡¯s voice. Was someone in the basement? Thinking of this idea, she began to sweat, how can this be! The Stone Tower has already been left here for over four hundred years. Furthermore, it is also deeply hidden in the forest. In addition to myself, who else can have arrived here? ¡°Help me¡­¡± When the sound could be heard for the third time, she was sure that the sound actually came from behind the wooden door. Also, it sounded like someone was in distress. Lightning swallowed her saliva and carefully placed her hand on the door, gently pushing against it. The wet and creamy wooden door immediately fell backward, smashing with a muffled bang onto the ground. Exposing a tall figure directly in front of her! Lightning felt her blood freeze in her veins, the silhouette looked exactly like the Devil¡¯s in Soraya¡¯s painting! In the dim light, the Devil seems to be watching her, it¡¯s massive body slightly bent forward, holding a huge ax within its hand which only had three fingers. In the reflecting light, she could clearly see the blood stains on the ax body. For a moment, the bloody images of these horrible monsters killing her sisters came to her mind. ¡°Ahhh!¡± Her scream echoed through the basement, she threw the flint she was still in her hand into the direction of the Devil before she turned around and flew with her fastest speed out of the channel, directly into the rain, fleeing into the direction of Border Town. Lightning did not notice that when the piece of flint smashed in the devil¡¯s chest, it created the sound of a crisp crash. The area where it had hit, began to crack, quickly spreading until they covered the whole body. The Devil¡¯s body covered by cracks broke into many fragments, turning into white dust, which then disappeared in the wind. Chapter 151 Chapter 151 Negotiations (Part 1) After taking a look at the steam engine, Roland and Margaret returned to the office in the caste to continue their discussion and clear up all the details concerning the business contract. In case that such negotiation included haggling over the price, it was usual that the fight between both sides would need around one or two days to reach a conclusion. Furthermore, it was generally the Finance Minister who was responsible for negotiating the contract, the Lord would only get to see the final numbers when he placed his signature. Only that the opposite side had already accepted the price, with this agreement Roland also ended up saving a lot of effort. ¡°I expect the first batch of saltpeter will come in a month. It will be the amount of three sailboats full, and I will also follow them to Border Town.¡± After giving the amount, Margaret quickly wrote some numbers on a parchment, ¡°Calculated in gold royals at the actual market price, the value of the saltpeter will be around three hundred and fifteen gold royals.¡± ¡°Until then Border Town will be able to produce two steam engines,¡± Roland deliberately lowered the quantity, ¡°they will have a total worth of a thousand gold royals. You can decide for yourself whether you want to make up the difference with gold royals, or you can also pay us using other resources.¡± ¡°What kind of goods do you need?¡± ¡°Iron, Copper, Lead, Green Vitriol,¡± Roland said, ¡°those are all common minerals, but the first three goods I don¡¯t need them as raw ore, but as already processed ingots. In addition, I need 10 sets of crystal clear glassware. Since they don¡¯t need to have any carving on them, it won¡¯t matter if they are in the form of a canteen or a wine cup. But they must be the best quality products of King¡¯s City Alchemy Workshop. If the price exceeds the difference, I can fill it with gold royals or it can be deducted from the price of the two steam engines delivered the months afterward.¡± ¡°It seems you want to treat me as your dedicated trader,¡± Margaret said, ¡°though I do not have a mine, I know a few peers who specialize in the ore trade, but I would have never expected with so few nobles living here, you would still consume such an enormous amount of saltpeter. Furthermore, Border Town was established next to the North Slope Mine, yet you still have to buy so many ores. This simply isn¡¯t in line with my business sense. Your Highness, your territory is simply too inconceivable.¡± A major trait to industrialize production is its great hunger for raw materials, in exchange for the fast output of finished products. So, Roland continued, ¡°Later on, Border Town will be in even greater need for more goods, so I think it is for the best if we can reach a long-term trade agreement from now on.¡± At this moment, Margaret suddenly became startled and was looking with a face full of surprise behind Roland. When he saw her unusual behavior, he subconsciously turned his head and discovered Lightning, who soaked through to the skin by rainwater was pressing herself against the window, while still floating in the air. Her a face was pale from fear and she franticly pushed against the glass, trying to come in. Her hair stuck as strands to her forehead, and the water from the rain was continuously flowing over her face. In general, she looked as if she had just stepped out of the river. Roland quickly stood up to open the window. As soon it was possible, Lightning flew into the room, directly into Roland¡¯s arms and her face that was filled with panic soon relaxed, confusing the warm body she felt with memories from her past. ¡°Nightingale, quickly go and call Nana,¡± Roland ordered anxiously. ¡°Yes.¡± Came immediately the response out of the empty room besides him. What happened to her? In the air, she shouldn¡¯t have encountered any demonic beasts, or any of the Devils. Or could it be, do they also have the ability to fly? Roland roughly checked Lightnings condition, and after he didn¡¯t find any obvious signs of trauma, he finally felt a little relief. ¡°Your Royal Highness, she¡­ is she the one you have called Lightning?¡± Margaret spoke with a muzzled voice, slowly coming closer to the Prince, taking a carefully look at this little girl in his arms. Hearing her question, Roland¡¯s heart began to beat faster, damn, how could I have forgotten about her? He ended up loudly shouting, ¡°Sean!¡± The guard immediately walked into the office. ¡°Excuse me, Miss Margaret, there is no other way. You will now have to stay here for a while,¡± the Prince turned to her while still holding Lightning. ¡°She is a merchant from King¡¯s City, so bring her to an empty room on the first floor and take good care of her. Without my command, no one is to let her out of the room.¡± ¡°As you command!¡± ¡°What? No, Your Highness¡­ Please wait,¡± Margaret suddenly realized what was happening,¡±I have no ill will towards witches, not to mention that she even is the daughter of SirThunder, I would never tell the Church about this.¡± ¡°It is just a safety measure,¡± Roland interrupted. ¡°Later on, I¡¯ll come to see you to verify if you¡¯re telling the truth.¡± ¡­ ¡°Your Highness, she¡¯s woken up,¡± Nightingale said, after opening the door to his office. Roland nodded and followed Nightingale into Lightning¡¯s bedroom. There was still steam rising from the bucket beside the big bed, and her drenched clothes hung over the edge of the bucket. The bedside was surrounded by a group of witches, while Wendy was sitting on the bed gently combing the little girl¡¯s hair which until now was still not completely dry. But her previously pale face now had got some of its red color back. Her head laid against two pillows, while her quilt was pulled so high that only everything above her mouth wasn¡¯t covered and her eyes were staring at Roland since the moment he had entered the room. ¡°What is the situation?¡± ¡°She hadn¡¯t received any injury, her coma was caused by exhausting too much of her magic,¡± Nightingale replied. ¡°Wendy helped her to clean her body, and when she got into the bed, she didn¡¯t wake up for a long time after.¡± Roland went to bed and looked at the girl with a gentle smile, ¡°What happened to you, that you would fly back through the torrential rains in so much panic?¡± ¡°I found the ruins,¡± Lightning lowly muttered, ¡°but the Devil was already there.¡± Hearing this, all the expression of the surrounding people immediately change. ¡°Did you enter it?¡± Scroll asked. ¡°No,¡± Lightning shook her head and continued to tell the story, ¡°The Devil stood in the doorway of the basement, and I could hear people crying for help, but I was too scared, I could do nothing besides escape, I didn¡¯t even try to save her.¡± Her voice shrunk to a whisper, ¡°Am I not qualified to do the work of an Explorer?¡± ¡°No, you handled it well enough,¡± Roland encouraged her. ¡°Good Explorers know how to read the situation and do not take unnecessary risks. When you couldn¡¯t save her, escaping was definitely the right choice.¡± ¡°She had to be a witch,¡± Wendy thought aloud, ¡°nobody else could reach the depths of the Concealing Forest except for another witch.¡± ¡°No, even a witch wouldn¡¯t be able to go there,¡± Scroll shook her head in disagreement, ¡°That is a ruin from four hundred and fifty years ago. Without a map, which indicates the direction one has to travel, the task of finding the location of the Stone Tower in such a vast sea of trees would be extremely difficult, unless¡­¡± ¡°Unless what?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Unless someone had already been living there,¡± Scroll said slowly. ¡°You mean that they didn¡¯t come from the kingdom and found the tower, but instead they are already living there from four hundred and fifty years ago. One generation, after another, living a life in seclusion?¡± Within his heart, the Prince had already rejected this speculation. Living for the whole time in the Concealing Forest, shouldn¡¯t be possible! Besides a variety of terrible insects and poisonous plants, there was no stable source of food¡­ only in case you were Bear Grylls, it would be possible to live for such a long-term in the forest. Not to mention, in that part of the world, they would have several months of snow every year. Also, with the constant threat of the demonic beasts and Devils about, living in the Concealing Forest was simply suicidal. He once again turned in the Lightning¡¯s direction. ¡°Were there any signs of smoke in the vicinity of the ruins?¡± ¡°No,¡± the little girl shook her head. ¡°Maybe there exist more than one map,¡± Soraya offered, ¡°maybe there are other people like us, who are also looking for the whereabouts of the tower.¡± ¡°No matter what it is, we cannot help them,¡± Leaves concluded in disappointment. ¡°Nobody can so quickly reach the Stone Tower, except for Lightning.¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid we still need to know the real situation,¡± Roland touch his chin, ¡°In short, we have to find a way to insure that we can come back safe and sound. For today the teaching will be stopped, we are all in need of a good rest. When the time is right, the riddle will naturally solve itself.¡± Leaving Lightning¡¯s bedroom, he turned to Nightingale and said, ¡°There is still another problem that we have to solve, next.¡± ¡°Just let her take off the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation,¡± Nightingale laughed, ¡°Then everything will be made clear to me.¡± Chapter 152 Chapter 152 Negotiations (Part 2) At this time the rain outside the window had basically already stopped, the clouds were dispersing, and the sun was already on its way down, tinting the sky red. Roland opened the door to the guest room on the first floor, seeing Margaret walking in circles in front of the fireplace, seeming quite restless. When Sean, who had been standing at the side of the room, saw that the Prince had just entered the room, he raised his hand to his chest and bowed. Margaret who had also seen the Prince enter, stopped her walking and stepped in front of him, anxiously asking, ¡°Your Highness, how is Lightning?¡± Roland became startled, there were several kinds of outcomes he had imagined, from being calm to angry and possibly acting cold, but he had never expected that her first sentence would be this. ¡°She¡¯s all right¡­ just a little tired.¡± ¡°Is that so? That¡¯s good.¡± Margaret looked relieved. ¡°You seem to care about her a lot.¡± ¡°She looks exactly like her father, especially her narrow eyes and pointed nose¡­ I could immediately see that she was the daughter of Thunder.¡± Then with a sigh, she unbuttoned her neckline, lowered her head, and took off a string of gold ornament hanging around her neck. ¡°Only to verify it, previously you said¡­ that you have the ability to judge if I am lying, did you speak about the ability of a witch? If this was what you previous meant and if you wanted to have me prove my sincerity, then could you please let her join in this conversation? I do not like the feeling of being secretly spied on.¡± Set into the gold ornament, connected to the gold chain was a hexahedral light blue piece of jewelry, which had to be a high-quality God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Roland had been thinking about what he should say to reduce the other¡¯s resentment and doubts, not thinking that it was actually Margaret who took up the initiative to do so. To be honest, he felt some admiration for the Seafolk woman. Despite being in such an incredibly unfavorable situation, she was still trying to grasp and hold the leading position in their dialogue. Whether it was her negotiation skills or acting style, everything was consistent with the identity of a successful merchant. He received the offered God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation and put it on a hanger beside the fireplace. Calculating it by the quality of the stone, the estimated suppressive range at which no magic could be used was around one meter. Looking at it from Nightingale¡¯s eyes it would look like a black hole around one-meter big. To avoid the effective range of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, she had to always keep it away from her. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the reception-room,¡± Roland offered. Since the other side showed their sincerity, he shouldn¡¯t act so stingy himself. When the two of them entered the reception-room, Nightingale had already stepped out from her fog and was sitting on the side on a couch, with her chin placed on both her hands and deliberately showing a bored expression as if she had already been waiting there for a long time. When they had seated themselves, Roland first introduced Nightingale: ¡°The name of the woman at my side is Nightingale, she is able to judge the authenticity of your words.¡± ¡°Hello, Miss Nightingale,¡± said Margaret, nodding her head, and receiving a greeting in return. ¡°You previously said, you don¡¯t harbor negative feelings for witches, why?¡± Roland immediately started with his first question, which he most wanted to know, ¡°As far as I am aware, the Fjords also belongs under the influence of the Church.¡± ¡°But their influence is far weaker than the belief of the Three Gods. Regarding this, the Seafolk and the Sandpeople are quite similar. They both worship the sky, the sea, and the earth. As for me¡­¡± she paused, ¡°I had a very important and good friend. In the middle of a fishing trip with my friend, it happened that we were unexpectedly hit by a storm. Fighting for our lives, our sailboat was unfortunately hit by a wave, breaking it into many pieces. During this disaster, she became a witch, getting the ability to breath like a fish. She found me when I had already lost consciousness and was floating on the water, so it was she who dragged me to the shore. ¡°What happened later?¡± Nightingale curiosity was picked. ¡°Soon after I had woken up, she left¡­ perhaps bigger than the wish to be with me, she was more eager to be back in the sea,¡± said Margaret regretfully, ¡°Since then I have never seen her again. People often say that she would appear during foggy days, raising her body out of the water and guiding the fishing boats with her singing. Guiding them successfully around the rocks. No matter what, my friend could never be evil, nor the Devil ¡®s minion.¡± Roland nodded, witches who had awakened to their power were previously only ordinary people, and in cases where the people already knew the witches before their awakening and had deep contact with and understanding of them, their impression would be hard to change only by the unilateral rhetoric of the church. ¡°You seem to know a lot about the power of witches. Only with one sentence, you were able to guess that I had more than one witch.¡± ¡°Honestly, because of the relationship with my childhood friend and partner, I became interested in witches. I had even thought myself about the possibility to host those strange women.¡± Margaret smiled, ¡°Unfortunately, King¡¯s City is completely differently than Border Town, in the end, I had to give up on that idea because the risk was too big. Seeing that Lightning had directly moved into your arms, it seems that she is very close to you, plus she¡¯s a witch¡­ So, I thought that you could be the same as me, someone, who doesn¡¯t hate the witches. As a Lord, hiding a few witches shouldn¡¯t be a difficult task for you, especially here in the borderland. But you still have to be very careful, if you are found by the Church, it would be hard for you to save them.¡± Speaking of it, until now Nightingale still did not find any sign that the other had lied. With this, she had already rejected the possibility of Margaret informing the Church. Roland also finally came to a conclusion in his heart, so with a slightly apologetic tone he said: ¡°It seems that I was indeed a bit oversensitive, I hope you don¡¯t mind.¡± ¡°No, Your Highness, after all, it was also for Lightning and the safety of the other women¡­¡± Margaret waved dismissively with her hand, ¡°Au contraire, if you didn¡¯t care, then you would truly be an irresponsible person.¡± ¡°Are you familiar with Thunder?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Your love for Lightning is much greater than the concern of ordinary people for the heroic children.¡± In the face of such a question, Margery hesitated for a moment. Roland had said, if she didn¡¯t want to answer a question, she should just act as he had never asked, but she eventually slowly started to speak: ¡°To tell you the truth, later when I left the fishing village, I joined one of the expeditions of Sir Thunder, together with them I explored the sea for a long time. As a young and new team member, Sir Thunder and his wife took extra care of me. On the day that Lighting was born, I was also there. ¡°She was born on board?¡± ¡°Yes, during a storm. Outside of the cabin, the thunder rolled and lightning continually lit up the sky. However, shortly after her birth, Sir Thunder¡¯s wife died because of a sepsis infection, and I¡­ acted as her half-mother. But I couldn¡¯t give her any breast milk, I used to chew wheat porridge and mixed it together with fish eggs and flour, slowly feeding it to her. ¡°Margaret¡¯s voice has become very gentle. ¡°Although Sir Thunder was incomparable sad, he still had to command the flotilla, without him as the backbone, the crew would quickly collapse after only a few months. During that time, I just stayed in the cabin, watching over how Lightning slowly grew. Until Sir Thunder found the Shadow Islands. After the discovery we returned to the Crescent Moon Bay, and the expedition was over. Not much later I left the Fjord and settled down in the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°So that was what it was,¡± Roland lamented in his heart, no wonder that when she heard the name of Thunder, her reaction would be so strong. As for why Margaret had decided not to continue to follow Thunder on his adventures, he could roughly guess one or two reasons. Even so, it seemed to be the beginning of a love story, it didn¡¯t mean that the ending would be one, one had hoped for. Such a coincidence, to meet again after crossing many rivers and walking along windy mountain roads¡­ Now that they had already such a close relationship, wasn¡¯t it possible to get an even bigger discount for buying and selling? He coughed twice, ¡°Ms. Margaret since we can be counted as acquaintances, about that deal.¡± ¡°Your Highness, that just won¡¯t do,¡± Margaret laughed. ¡°A deal is a deal. This is the businessman¡¯s eternal principle.¡± Chapter 153 Chapter 153 Alchemy (Part 1) Kyle Sichi walked into the Alchemy Workshop. ¡°Head Instructor,¡± when the apprentices saw him enter they immediately bowed. He waved his hand, ¡°You may carry on.¡± The apprentice squatted down again, once again busying themselves with their work. The outermost part of the workshop was the cleaning and sorting room; it was here that all of the gathered materials from all over the Kingdom of Graycastle was cleaned, sorted, filtered and ground down. The design of the cleaning and sorting room was very ingenious, laid within the stone floor were two rills with water flowing in them which were also parallel to each other. The area in the middle was the path, while the outermost sides of the room were used as cleansing area, and were accessible by wooden bridges. At first glance, the long and narrow washroom was divided by the two streams into three sections. The light would fall into the room through windows on both sides, shining on the stone floor and streams, sending strips of lights through the long room. The overlap between light and dark resembled the strip of a snake. Nearly one hundred apprentices leaned against the walls, dealing with the materials assigned to them. If the impurities could be easily cleaned and were lighter than the water, it could be directly thrown into the stream. If it was heavier than water, they would be put into a basket, to be brought out of the washing room and then discarded. The effect of cleaning with running water was several times more effective than cleaning in a cask of stagnant water. The apprentice had to study here for three to five years. Only when their proficiency in the sorting and cleaning of all kinds of materials were good enough and the corresponding knowledge was known by them, did they get the opportunity to be selected as a disciple under an instructor, and in so doing moving on to the next room. Kyle marched through the washing room, stepping into the core area of the Alchemy Workshop, the refining room. When he opened the door, his line of sight suddenly opened to a wide panorama, twelve giant wooden pillars, all of which came out of the Concealing Forest and were delivered by ship, propping up this extremely spacious room. Within the surrounding stone walls, there were many windows, and even the roof was included in the construction and had many windows connected to the patio, making the room very bright. In the center of the refining room, there were arranged six wide wooden tables. The tables were filled with all kinds of alchemical utensils: round bottomed flasks, glasses, scales, mortars, furnaces, crucibles¡­ Each instructor was responsible for the management and use of one table, and Kyle, as Redwater City¡¯s Head Instructor, naturally had the longest and widest table to himself, with most of the utensils placed on it. The room was always full of clutter and in disorder, just like the alchemy process in general. Mixing all kinds of raw materials together then heating, carbonizing, watering or burning them. The results were ever changing, and simply fascinating. In case you were able to find a clear path to follow within all these changes and disorders, it would become written down, turning it into one of the extremely rare alchemy formulas. As long as you were able to create a unique formula, you could be called an alchemist. So far, Kyle has had written down more than a dozen alchemy formulas, and he believed that each of them had been directly sent to him by God and that alchemy could be developing to such a level, that it would even be possible to separate the origin, making it possible to transmute everything. ¡°Chavez, how far are you with your Snow Powder imitation?¡± He asked. Hearing his name, a twenty-year-old young man came over, shaking his head. ¡°These wretched alchemists of King¡¯s City definitely still add other raw materials into it. Until now the powder is too fine that it can¡¯t even be extracted and used for anything useful.¡± He was Redwater¡¯s Alchemy Workshop¡¯s youngest alchemist, and now he wanted to recreate the alchemy recipe for Snow Powder, but it seemed to be impossible without a long accumulation of knowledge, many attempts and sometimes a bit of luck. Many people, for their whole lifetime, only managed to become disciplines, even until their death they were unable to get past the last step. Chavez, however, had a remarkable talent for alchemy, two years ago, he summarized the recipe of dry distillation of green vitriol to receive an acidic liquid. Winning the recognition of five alchemists, owning from now on his own long table. ¡°Do not worry; it will come slowly.¡± Kyle smiled and patted the young man¡¯s shoulder, offering him some comfort. After eight years, as chief instructor, Kyle naturally understood the difficulty of finding the right path through all the disorder and chaos. ¡°However, I ended up making something good yesterday evening, the moment those haughty animals examine it they will lose all their color. Come with me.¡± He went to his desk, to where he had had two disciplines deliver a storage box of about half a person¡¯s height and made completely out of iron. Making it nearly impossible to be stolen nor easy to be destroyed. He pulled out the key and opened the first layer of lattice, within the middle of the lattice there laid a small piece of transparent crystal. ¡°Did you cut off a piece of a crystal?¡± Chavez who stood at the side took the crystal carefully into his hand to examine it, holding it in front of the window, ¡°No, this is¡­ Crystal Glass! God, you did it!¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Kyle smiled proudly, ¡°I already can¡¯t wait to see their expression when those guys discover that their proudest alchemy discovery had been successfully imitated by me, they will end up showing such a wonderful expression.¡± Chavez who hadn¡¯t been able to suppress his exclamation had gathered the attention of all the others alchemists. They all put down their work and came over to take a look for themselves. ¡°This is the product you¡¯ve worked on until late last night? It really is great.¡± ¡°It¡¯s so beautiful, it looks just like a crystal.¡± ¡°Congratulations, this will let the place of our Alchemy Workshop within the Duke¡¯s heart greatly increase.¡± ¡°How did you do it, can you tell me?¡± Kyle nodded, ¡°We all know, that the glass made out of the river sand comes extremely close to it, but in the end when burned, the glass will still contain different colors. This is because the sand still contains some impurities. Now there are two possibilities, first to think of ways to remove the impurities, second to try to get sand which is purer from the beginning. We all tried both methods, I also did the same. The success of the alchemical process largely depends on chances and luck. I selected fine white sand from Willow Town and sandstone from the Fallen Dragon Ridge¡­ ¡± Everyone around him was quietly listening, no one spoke a word until he had finished his explanation, they even tried to suppress their breath, ¡°So that¡¯s how it¡¯s done, that was very thoughtful of you.¡± Crystals were very rare and expensive gems, and the colorless and transparent crystal are even rarer. So only the clearest of translucent glass had the right to be known as Crystal Glass. The haughtiness of the Alchemy Workshop in the King¡¯s City was mostly based on their method for producing Crystal Glass. Always dominating the Redwater City¡¯s Alchemy Workshop. Furthermore, the yearly income of gold royals let the Duke of Redwater City develop a deep feeling of envy. But after today, this situation would soon change. If Chavez could also figure out the composition of Snow Powder, coupled with the double-stone method to create acid, we will be able to completely overthrow the domineering position of King¡¯s City¡¯s Alchemy Workshop. By then, those who are always used to looking down on other people, I am afraid they will have no choice other than to lower their cooky heads. After picturing this, Kyle Kimmel mood became even better. As he was preparing himself to screen the raw materials for the second batch of Crystal Glass, a frantic discipline run to his side, ¡°Chief Instructor, a messenger from Border Town from the Western Border want to see you, he brought a letter from Roland Wimbledon with him the 4th Prince. ¡°4th Prince?¡± Kyle began to frown, it seemed that there really was such a person in the Royal Family. He knew nearly nothing about nobility, in his impression they were all uneducated and ignorant, always fighting for more power and wealth. ¡°What is he looking for?¡± ¡°I do not know, the messenger said that as soon as you read the letter, you will naturally understand the meaning of His Royal Highness.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The Chief Instructor exposed an extremely impatient look, in all likelihood, the content of the letter will be recruitment offer for only a small sum, if that¡¯s the case, I should show him that alchemy isn¡¯t a cheap trick. However, since the other person is a prince, I still have to maintain a basic state of etiquette, ¡°Take me to see him, so that I can get the letter and send him on his way!¡± Chapter 154 Chapter 154 Alchemy (Part 2) When Kyle Sichi returned home, it was already completely dark outside. After dinner with his family, he returned to his study and recorded the recipe for Crystal Glass together with its required raw materials and his experience of producing it in his own book, ¡°The Door to Alchemy¡±. In it, he had recorded his journey from the day he had started as an apprentice to his days as Chief Instructor. At the same time, he had also included all of the newly discovered alchemic recipes of the Redwater Alchemy Workshop. Kyle believed that with the help of this book, he would earn his place in all kinds of history books. Even thousands of years later, alchemists would still have his name deeply engraved in their minds. Only after the candle was nearly burnt out did Kyle finally put down his pen and made himself ready to sleep. Suddenly, he remembered that he still had the letter from the Prince, and until now, he hadn¡¯t read a word of it. Glancing at the candle, he saw that only a fingernail¡¯s worth of candle was left, so he decided to use the last bit of time to read this letter so that he could give a verbal reply to the messenger on the next day. The small remaining bit of candle would only be enough for him to write a few dozens of words, but it would still be enough to read a worthless letter. After opening the envelope, he saw that it contained three sheets of paper, of which the first page was the common courtesy and introduction of their titles and their territory. Kyle didn¡¯t even bother himself to take a look at it; he directly moved on to the second page. The second page didn¡¯t contain the expected recruiting offer or lash-out, making Kyle feel a little surprised. Instead, all that was written were five strange formulas. After taking a careful look, he noticed that each formula was made up out of three compositions. Oh, that¡¯s a little mean, he smiled, in the end, regardless of the which purpose the Prince had, at least he was somewhat tricky in the end. He swept his gaze over the first line. ¡°Dry distillation of Saltpeter produces nitric acid.¡± Saltpeter¡­ dry distillation¡­ nitric acid, these were all terms used in alchemy. Kyle was totally surprised, isn¡¯t this the double stone acid method? ¡°The acidic liquid produced by dry distillation of Saltpeter has to be gathered inside a special container. It looks exactly like ordinary water, so it will be hard to recognize. However, it is very corrosive. Not only does it have the ability to burn away skin, but it can even dissolve some metals.¡° This¡­ is actually an alchemic formula? Is it possible that Border Town also has an Alchemy Instructor? He quickly moved his gaze to the next line If the first sentence was already enough to surprise him, then the second sentence was simply incredible. It consisted of a bunch of inexplicable symbols, standing side by side, forming an equation. Kyle frowned. He had never seen such strange symbols in his whole life. Looking further down, it seemed that the third sentence was the interpretation of the second sentence, including the names and meanings of the symbols. To be honest, he was still unable to understand the symbols even with the explanation. The hard to pronounce words were apparently all newly coined words. In order to link the words with the symbols, he had to read them again and again. But even after all this, the sentence meaning was still a much too complex puzzle for him. At this moment, the flame of the candle shook twice and went out. Hell! Kyle cursed loudly within his heart, and without any hesitation he took a new candle from the drawer, and began reading once more. ¡­ When the second candle had already burned halfway, the Chief Instructor¡¯s hands that were holding the pages were shaking heavily. What seemed to be a letter with nearly nothing on it had taken many times longer than the usual time spent reading a neatly written page. On top of the second page of the letter there were only five formulas. Unexpectedly, they were all alchemy formulas! If it was only given like this, then they would still be an outstanding master alchemist, but it was still not an impossible accomplishment to sum up five alchemy recipes by oneself. However, these five formulas, in addition to the first method for producing acid, were all correlated well with each other. Certain neologisms appeared repeatedly, giving the appearance that it was a maintained cycle. ¡°Nitric acid reacts with silver to produce silver nitrate, mixed together with water it becomes nitric oxide.¡± ¡°Silver nitrate reacts with iron to form ferrous nitrate and silver.¡± ¡°Silver nitrate reacts with copper to form copper nitrate and silver.¡± ¡°Copper nitrate reacts with iron to form ferrous nitrate and copper.¡± Previously, Kyle had already put a silver bar into the acidic liquid. It hadn¡¯t taken long before the silver was dissolved. Dissolving something or letting it become invisible were the characteristic of acid, it corroded anything. But now, this unknown alchemist had stated that the silver nitrate had been dissolved in the water and on the surface it seemed to have gone away, but in fact, the silver had only morphed into another kind of existence, instead of being annihilated as previously thought. How can this be? No¡­ Kyle shook his head. Apparently, the other side had already guessed my way of thinking, so that meant, these formulas correlating with each other isn¡¯t something accidental, he realized. This person wrote these formulas exactly so that I could confirm them, whether it is silver, iron or copper, these are all common minerals. According to the following alchemy recipes, the silver can reappear again, proving that it wasn¡¯t annihilated, and still exists within the acid. Seeing these formulas so neatly arranged on the paper again and again, it became increasingly more difficult for him to breath. If these alchemy formulas could be proven to be true, their years of accumulated experience, the effort that all of his colleagues had put in and even the writing in his own book ¡°The Door to Alchemy¡± would be nothing more than a joke! ¡°You can go to sleep early on with the child; I have to go to the Alchemy Workshop again!¡± To the surprise of his wife, he wouldn¡¯t attend to her tonight. Instead, Kyle put on his coat and left straight into the night. Arriving at the Alchemy Square, he immediately called for the three disciples who were still buzzy on their duties, telling them that he now had to conduct an alchemy test and they had to light all the torches and candles, the more they lit, the better. His order was swiftly quickly executed, and soon after his wide table became illuminated by flames. Afterward, his disciples began to shuffling between the materials room and the refining room, preparing all the test materials for the Chief Instructor. They had already produced several acid liquids out of dry distilled saltpeter, so he could immediately start verifying the second alchemy recipe. He took some of the acid liquid and poured it into a glass; he then put a silver bar into it. Soon after the reaction started and the bar gradually corroded, creating many small bubbles. To shorten the anxiety filled waiting process, he turned his attention to the third page of the letter. But on it were only one short sentence: ¡°This was only a small part of my work, if you want to know more answers, you have to come to Border Town.¡± Damn it! Writing this sentence is equivalent to writing nothing! If I¡¯m able to verify the formulas, I have no other option other than to go and visit this unknown master. Otherwise, there will only be sleepless nights left to me for the rest of my life. After waiting until no more bubbles emerged, he removed the incomplete dissolved silver bar and put a small piece of copper into the cup instead. Immediately an incredible things started to happen on the surface of the copper, a thin white film began to appear, looking like a beetle¡¯s shell. The white layer became larger and larger, slowly covering the whole surface of the copper, while the colorless acid slowly turned blue. It is exactly the same as described in the letter! ¡°The white precipitate is silver, and the newly produced copper nitrate and silver nitrate can both easily dissolve in water, copper nitrate, and then there is silver nitrate, but its solution is blue.¡± Looking into the cup, Kyle Sichi saw that it had turned blue, just as stated. ¡­ Early the next day, when Chavez came to the Alchemic Workshop, he was greeted by the Chief Instructor who looked completely haggard with deep black circles under his eyes, shocking him greatly. ¡°Didn¡¯t you get any sleep last night?¡± Chavez asked surprised, ¡°Had you worked the night through to create a second batch of Crystal Glass?¡± Kyle just shook his head and signaled that he should follow him to his table. There he tiredly asked: ¡°You are the disciple of which I¡¯m the proudest, so I would like to ask, what do you think alchemy is?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ just what you have taught me,¡± looking at the table Chavez noticed that it was fully loaded with a number of glasses, including a few cups which were filled with solutions of different colors. For example one of them was sky blue and very eye-catching. Could this be the reason that the Chief Instructor did not sleep last night? Although Chavez was full of confusion, he still replied honestly, ¡°I think the same, the essence of alchemy is to find the truth of the world in all the disorder and chaos¡­¡± ¡°No, no, Chavez, I was wrong,¡± Kyle interrupted. ¡°Everyone was wrong. That isn¡¯t Alchemy.¡± Was it¡­? Chalvez felt that the other side acted strangely. First, he worked the whole night through in the Alchemy Workshop, and now he asks such baffling questions. Not able to wait for Chavez next question, the Head Instructor began to explain: ¡°Unlike what you, I and everyone else thought, Alchemy is ordered. It can even be said that it is following the principle of one plus one equals two. No matter what you do, material will never increase nor will it disappear.¡± ¡°Will never increase or disappear? What are you talking about? Isn¡¯t that what alchemist usually do? To create new things, we just put some commonly seen raw materials and combine them after filtering and separation,¡± Chavez answered in bewilderment. ¡°Yes, ah, I also thought like so, but now after I have read the letter sent by the Lord of Border Town¡­¡± Kyle patted his shoulder, opened his mouth and said some surprising words to Chavez, ¡°I will soon leave this city, and go to Border Town to find some answers. You¡­ Do you want to come with me?¡± Chapter 155 Chapter 155 Visitor Roland received the first purchase order for the steam engine, and the transaction¡¯s amount was the largest so far. Each ¡°naked engine¡± for the price of 500 gold royals, with the first delivery, planned for in two months, followed by an increase of one engine per month until it reached a total of ten engines together. For future technical support, like replacing broken parts or improving equipment a payment of additional gold royals would then be required. Since the natives had never heard of a free warranty service, it meant more money for Roland. Barov was the one who was most excited about the deal, in his view, every increase in the Town Hall¡¯s revenue no matter whether it was by looting or by trade was worthy of praise. But there were naturally also some who were against it, for example, Carter, Scroll, and Nightingale expressed all their opinion, they felt that it was still too early for them to sell these powerful machines to outsiders, even more so, considering in hindsight, that Border Town didn¡¯t even have enough machines for themselves. Roland didn¡¯t explain his reason to them because he didn¡¯t look at it only from the view of a Lord. No, he also looked at it from the perspective of a way in which he could promote the speed of the industrial revolution. It was almost impossible to achieve the task of advancing the process of industrialization alone, even with the knowledge of later generations. After all, the amount Border Town could handle was extremely limited. Even if he produced a lot of industrial products now, there would still be no one there to buy them from him. So, there was only one solution available to him, he must allow more people to join in on the revolution, only by doing this could new power applications sweep across the kingdom like a wave. What would he get by selling the steam engine? A sufficient amount of money, a huge number of new jobs, as well as a group of skilled workers, with the latter being the most important part. This was also the reason for Roland¡¯s low production rate. With Anna¡¯s new ability, her former and new production efficiency shouldn¡¯t even be mentioned in the same breath. As long as she had enough raw materials, she could now cut out a dozen of steam engines a day. Such products could also easily be sold, but that would only be simply the ¡°selling¡± of a machine. But if he wanted to develop the industry, he had to set up a special team responsible for production, assembly, and the maintenance of the steam engine. In Roland¡¯s plan, he would build a factory with all the needed tools, such as a boring machine, planning machine, milling machine, and so forth. The complete steam engine production would only be done by the hands of ordinary workers. In the beginning, it should be expected that the factory¡¯s efficiency would still be low, and the quality of the first products would also be too horrible to look at, but slowly, everything would surly come on to the right track. In addition, with the experience Anna had gathered by creating them step by step on her own, as long as the workers became familiar with the process, it would be guaranteed that the output would start to increase. The next step would be to use the profits from the sale of machinery to expand the production scale and also to train more workers. While at the same time the already experienced older workers, would gain the ability to manufacture products of higher quality, such as steam trains, steam ships, and so forth. For Roland, there was no doubt that this would become a virtuous cycle. Those to whom he had sold the steam engine would also indirectly create benefits for Border Town. For example, if they used them for mining, they could reduce the ore prices; if they used them for shipping, it would also promote trade; when used for spinning and weaving, they could make up for their own deficiency. Roland was already eager to see how the new steam power would spread over the whole nation and all these machines would come from Border Town. And once he was able to unify the entire Kingdom of Graycastle, he could then save a lot of time and work. He also considered the possibility that buyers could try to imitate the steam engine, but for the new steam engine, he would use new circular cylinder which could only be drilled out by using his boring machine. He had also considered deliberately designed some complex components, which would be hard to reproduce by relying on the current level of technology. Roland didn¡¯t believe that they would be able to produce a qualitatively good steam engine, even if they could count on a witch that was able to provide high temperature. After being able to negotiate such a big order, and after finding a way to sell his industrial products, Roland should have felt elated, but he couldn¡¯t find any trace of happiness within himself at all. ¡°Everything has cleared up itself, so why are you still showing such a bitter face?¡± Nightingale lifted her legs and sat by the side of the table, holding a plate of dried fish. ¡°Are you still troubled with the news of the Church?¡± When Scroll wasn¡¯t around, Nightingale¡¯s behavior always became a lot more casual. Sitting on the corner of his desk or laying down on the couch were all her usual places. For other lords, actions such as these would be seen as offensive, but Roland became aware of the fact that he didn¡¯t mind it as much as he thought he would, and Nightingale was also clearly also aware of it. ¡°I always wondered why the Church would support Garcia and me for the fight to the throne, but now I think I¡¯m starting to understand it. If my guess is right, I¡¯m afraid that Timothy also got an invitation from the Church.¡± Roland knit his brow. In addition to the business deal, Margaret also brought him a lot of new intelligence that she had gathered from the Four Kingdoms. One of the things that Roland was the most surprised about was that the Church had attacked and taken over the Kingdom of Endless Winter. If the merchant was right, they would now also be buzzy preparing the last steps before they launched an attack on the Wolfsheart Kingdom. This news had hit Roland like a thunderbolt out of the blue, and ever since then he had turned all of this information in his head over and over, slowly forming a picture filled with bad omens. ¡°Why should they support all three of you at the same time with the fight for the throne?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not called supporting, it¡¯s called consuming.¡± Roland shook his head, ¡°The Church doesn¡¯t care if the war spreads throughout the whole country, they¡¯ll be happy as long as they see a lot of infighting inside the Kingdom of Graycastle. As for the possibility that the Church¡¯s believers might get involved in the war, this didn¡¯t actually matter to them. The Kingdom of Graycastle isn¡¯t as weak as the Kingdom of Eternal Winter was. With its vast territory and also a large number of population, if they wanted to take it over by force, they would have lost a lot of their military power. But by helping us to kill each other, they only have to pay a small price to take over the kingdom. It doesn¡¯t matter how many believers they would have left, after all, the Church wanted to build its own Kingdom. ¡°Those pills¡­ were nothing more than a well-prepared trap.¡± When Wimbledon III issued the order for the battle of the throne, it was the same as giving the Church the right to dictated the situation. After the Kingdom of Graycastle, the Wolfsheart Kingdom and the Kingdom of Endless Winter have been taken over by them, the Kingdom of Dawn won¡¯t be able to stay standing will be soon to fall. The real purpose of the Church is probably the reunification of the Four Kingdoms, taking into account how slow information travels during this era, and the people¡¯s indifference to politics, it is quite possible that they will only then be able to see the truth and hear the warnings after its already too late. This was why he was feeling so anxious. At the moment, there was no basis for them to establish a united front, and hoping that the nobility of the Kingdom of Graycastle will rush to their rescue if they were to hear his fantastic tale, it was more likely that they would rush to the Church and act as their last line of defense. Thus, if Roland wanted to stop them, he had to rely almost entirely on the troops of the Western Territory. ¡°But you also have those new weapons and the Army of Judges isn¡¯t much stronger than ordinary knights, I don¡¯t believe that they could win against you.¡± Roland could still clearly remember the time when the Church was a horrible monster for Nightingale, a source of endless fear. But that she now had so much confidence in herself, came as a small surprise. He still managed to show her a reassuring smile, but inwardly he could only sigh. It wouldn¡¯t be difficult for Anna to make Revolvers, but there was still a big difference between producing a prototype and launching a mass production of something. Whether it was the reset of the trigger or the automatically turning of the cylinder, both showed good performance. But as long as he couldn¡¯t solve the problem of how to fire the bullets, there wouldn¡¯t be any real value in these new weapons. In the absence of mercury, or mercuric nitrate, he will have to use some alternative materials as a primer. Hopefully, the guard I sent to the City of Redwater will bring back good news, Roland thought. Just at this moment, when he had recovered the enthusiasm of the former day, Lightning who should have been buzzy carrying out her daily training, came into the office and brought an unexpected message. The flag flowing at the Eastern Side of Border Town, near the woods was replaced by a blue flag. According to Roland secret information system, the blue flag represented that there was a new witch that had entered Border Town. Chapter 156 Chapter 156 Putting the picture together Theo ascended a small hill, from here he could vaguely see the edge of Border Town and also the outline of the Lord¡¯s Castle. Finally, I¡¯m back, he thought, previously in order to reach Silver City he had needed half a month, but the way back they only needed seven days, the longest time of which was spent on the road between Silver City and Redwater City. Although it seemed that Ashes didn¡¯t care for it herself, Theo still chose scarcely used trails to reduce the possibility of being caught by the Church. Ashes was the name he had gotten from his witch companion, but even after all this time Theo didn¡¯t know if that name was her real one or not. During their travel, she was always dressed in a black robe and a great sword was wrapped in clothes on her back. Her long black hair was tied into a simple tail, dangling down to her waist. Whether it was during the ride or their travel on a boat, she rarely put her focus on Theo. She always walked alone at the front, taking in the surrounding scenery. Probably for her, this trip to Border Town was just a relaxed and comfortable stroll sort of like a sightseeing tour. Sometimes Theo would doubt his own judgment, was she really a soldier? She could easily stumble over the robe she wore, to keep such long hair was equivalent to showing plenty of holes in her defenses. Furthermore, from the beginning of their journey Ashes never seemed to be afraid of presenting her back to him, the part of her body that he saw from her the most, was always her back. He didn¡¯t believe that a witch would be able to trust other people so quickly, only letting him guess that she might be confident enough in her own abilities, that even a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation wouldn¡¯t be a threat to her. Theo circled the hillside, soon finding his goal, a flagpole with a red flag hanging on it. He went to the flagpole and dug a bundle out from the mud. Folded within it was a blue flag which was used as a replacement for the red flag. Afterward, he sat down on the ground and clasped his hands. ¡°That¡¯s all you have to do?¡± Asked Ashes. ¡°At least that was what they had said,¡± Theo wiped away the sweat that had appeared on his forehead. ¡°Go to the foot of the hill on the northeast side of the town. There you have to follow the stone trail until you reach a flagpole. When you arrived at the pole, you only need to replace the flying flag with the blue one buried beside the pole. We will see the flag and soon arrive at your location, so from then on you will only need to wait and we will come.¡± Ashes nodded and then began to look for a relatively clean place to sit, she then reached out her hand in Theo¡¯s direction, ¡°Eat.¡± ¡°Uh¡­wait a moment!¡± Theo unlocked his backpack and took a piece of dried meat from inside it. He first tore it in half and threw one piece of it into his own mouth, while throwing the rest of the meat to Ashes. Theo sighed when he saw the witch put the meat into her small mouth and began to chew. Who could have thought that in addition to her great sword, she did not even have one copper royal on her whole body. Even though she was totally penniless she still dared to swagger so much during their rush back to Border Town. During the whole way, all the accommodation and meals had been paid for by himself. The room¡¯s in the inns had to be single bedrooms of the finest quality, and when they ate it could only be meat, dry food and things like portable foods. Furthermore, always had to eat the first half of it by himself before she would eat her part. Probably with the exception of the time she was on the field, she was a very cautious person. However, wouldn¡¯t the most prudent approach to safety be to prepare her own food? ¡°You always wanted to know where we are going; it is to the opposite part of the channel.¡± After swallowing the meat, Ashes suddenly said, ¡°I am not sure if you¡¯ve ever heard the rumors about the Fjords, but there are countless islands there. Some of them have a very dangerous environment, so those are always scarcely populated. We are going to settle on one of those islands and build homes on it that only belong to witches.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Theo was stunned, no matter how he had tried to inquire from her before, she had always been silent, so why had she suddenly taken the initiative by herself to bring up this matter? ¡°Are you surprised, are you asking yourself why I didn¡¯t bring up this subject before?¡± Ashes began to explain seriously. ¡°There was the possibility that you were a liar, who would pretend to sleep but at night would instead run to the Church. But now the girls should have already reached halfway to their goal; they should already have entered the merchant ferry to the Fjord. So even if you tell them now, the Church will be unable to stop them. Also, I came here to take the other witches of the Witch Cooperation Association with me, so sooner or later the news will have already reached your ear, thus continuing to hide it has already become meaningless.¡± ¡°Even though I¡¯ve already brought you to Border Town, you still cannot rule out the possibility that I¡¯m a liar.¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s true,¡± said Ashes, stressing every word, ¡°But in the end, if we are unable to meet another witch, you will die here, together with everyone else who is trying to harm us witches.¡± ¡°All right,¡± Theo took a deep breath. ¡°Can I ask you some other questions?¡± Ashes thought for a moment, ¡°Sure, but I can¡¯t guarantee that I will answer.¡± ¡°Do you come from the Kingdom of Graycastle? I have never seen such eyes as yours before.¡± He decided to start to ask her about her origin first. This shouldn¡¯t be any kind of sensitive information and at the same time it should reduce the wariness in her heart. ¡°I was born in the Kingdom of Endless Winter, but this has nothing to do with the color of my eyes. The moment I became a witch, my eyes turned into this pair of eyes you see now.¡± ¡°Kingdom of Endless Winter? That¡¯s a long way between your kingdom and the Kingdom of Graycastle. There are even two other kingdoms between them, so how did you come to Silver City?¡± ¡°When I was young I was sold the Church, and then¡­¡± She paused. ¡°I¡¯ve been wandering from the monastery in the Old Holy City all the way to the Kingdom of Graycastle. Until I meet her, finally ending my wandering life.¡± ¡°She?¡± Theo asked curiously. ¡°Tilly Wimbledon,¡± Ashes answered, suddenly showing a warm expression on her face. ¡°She took me in.¡± The guard¡¯s heart beat faster, when he had previously heard her saying the name Tilly, he had never thought that it was any sort of famous person. But now with the Wimbledon family name attached to it, the meaning became entirely different. Tilly Wimbledon was Roland Wimbledon¡¯s sister, the 5th Princess of the Kingdom of Graycastle. So, when he asked her his next question, his voice quivered. ¡°She, is she your leader?¡± ¡°Leader?¡± Ashes nodded. ¡°To me, she is so much more; she is the most important person to me¡­ someone that no one else could ever replace.¡± When the night fell, the two lit up a bonfire. Ashes took off her sword, raising it a little bit out of its cover, showing that the edge of the weapon was close to the width of her waist and also that it was covered with many marks of previous clashes. The grayish sword didn¡¯t have any edge that was usually seen on a blade, and it weight alone was enough to squash any one person. For most people lifting this sword would already be an impossible task, but in her hands, it seemed to only be as heavy as a light blade. How many blacksmiths had she robbed, in order to get enough material to forge a sword like that, ah, Theo thought, if the Prince and his witches delay for much longer, it is entirely possible that I will become the next victim of that sword. ¡°I heard that the Lord of Border Town is also a¡­ Wimbledon,¡± he decided to find something to talk about. Otherwise, the waiting time seemed to be especially hard for him to bear. ¡°Roland Wimbledon,¡± she muttered, ¡°I have seen him before.¡± ¡°What?¡± Theo opened his mouth. ¡°I was sheltered by Tilly and began to work as her guard in the palace. So there naturally was the opportunity to meet several of her brothers and sisters.¡± Ashes seem to already have a good understanding of the 4th Prince, ¡°incompetent, arrogant, without any learning or skills. It was hard to believe that he was Tilly ¡®s brother. Also¡­ in some areas his courage wasn¡¯t so small.¡± To the end of her sentence, her tone had become colder. Theo could not keep himself from shuddering. He had heard a lot of rumors of the Prince previous behavior. For example, he would always brag, was also fond of using cunning plots and things like molesting someone else¡¯s maid. Although he had never used violence or threatened the other side, it was still hard to avoid someone in his position. Surely, he wouldn¡¯t¡­ At this moment, Ashes suddenly stood up, staring into the direction of the road, ¡°Someone has come, and they are more than one.¡± Theo followed her gaze and he could also slowly see the outline of figures gradually appearing from the night¡¯s darkness. The one who took the lead was the witch personally responsible for His Royal Highness¡¯ security, Nightingale. Chapter 157 Chapter 157 Ashes (Part 1) When Ashes saw the people appear, she immediately knew that they were witches. She could feel the magic on their bodies, showing that Theo had not lied. But that wasn¡¯t all, she could also roughly determine their strength, especially from the witch leading them. Her magic felt like a sharp knife ¨C just by focusing on her, she could already feel a faint stabbing pain. ¡°My name is Ashes. I¡¯m so glad to meet you sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association.¡± Ashes put her sword aside and approached the four witches to embrace one after another¡­ No, she thought, there are five of them. Ashes raised her head, looking at the black spot circling above them in the sky, ¡°Doesn¡¯t she want to come down?¡± ¡°She acts as our lookout,¡± the witch in the lead answered laughingly, ¡°I am Nightingale,¡± then she pointed at the other three witches, ¡°They¡¯re Scroll, Leaves, and Echo.¡± Then she pointed upwards, ¡± and the little girl in the sky is Lightning.¡± When Ashes looked at Scroll, she was startled. The feeling of magic she got from her body was feeble, it seems like her body was constantly hidden behind clouds. Getting such feeling gave her a big surprise, ¡°An extraordinary?¡± Hearing her question, Nightingale became curious. ¡°Are you able to see the magic?¡± ¡°No, not seeing but feeling,¡± Ashes explained, ¡°Since their body got changed by magic, extraordinary can detect the form and flow of magic. I think this sister must feel it the same way as I do.¡± Scroll nodded and said with a smile, ¡°Indeed, it allowed me to find a lot of companions in the vast sea of people.¡± ¡°Do you know how rare such extraordinaries are?¡± Nightingale said. Hearing that the other¡¯s concern was about the frequency of extraordinaries, rather than ¡°What are extraordinaries¡±¡­ Ashes thought to herself, how could it be that the Witch Cooperation Association had already heard about an extraordinary? This term is strictly banned by the Church. After all, their abilities are directly affecting their own body and with this aren¡¯t suppressed by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Any person who got into contact with an extraordinary was the number one enemy for the Church. ¡°There will be one extraordinary witch for everyone thousand other witches,¡± Ashes was still thinking about the previous issue, but her face was still unreadable like always, ¡°So far, with the addition of Scroll, I have seen only three people.¡± After pausing for a moment, Ashes asked, ¡°By the way, I remember that the name of the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association was Cara. How is she?¡± ¡°She is dead,¡± Nightingale shook her head, ¡°She died during the search for the Holy Mountain.¡± ¡°¡­ That¡¯s a real pity,¡± Ashes expressed her condolences in a small voice, but what she really was concerned about at the moment was that the other side hadn¡¯t shown much sadness when Nightingale had answered her question. ¡°Who is your new leader right now?¡± ¡°Let ¡®s go back to town first,¡± Nightingale just smiled, ¡°You will see him soon.¡± ¡­ They walked into the town like any ordinary civilian, giving Ashes the feeling that there was something wrong. How could it be that the witches of the Witch Cooperation Association are able to just walk along the streets while holding torches? And what was even more unexpected was that the town wasn¡¯t dead after nightfall. Behind the paper windows of many residences, she could see the outline of weak fires, like candles burning. Listening carefully, she could even hear many children reading aloud. Candles, although this kind of item can¡¯t be called expensive, shouldn¡¯t be easily affordable with civilians¡¯ limited savings. They wouldn¡¯t be able to buy many of them, so they couldn¡¯t easily be used. Seeing that the town actually had this many residents lighting up candles at night was such an incredible scene to look at. Also, judging by the constant word-for-word reading, are they all trying to teach their children how to read? However, since the others didn¡¯t mention this strange behavior with a single word, Ashes was too lazy to ask herself. Anyway, here isn¡¯t the place where we will live in the future, the only thing I have to do is to take you away from here as soon as possible. After many turns along the way, the group was getting closer to the castle area, allowing Ashes to see the walls and the patrolling guards even in the dark night. ¡°Where are we going?¡± She couldn¡¯t stop herself from asking. But to her shock the answer she got from Nightingale was, ¡°To Border Town¡¯s Castle, it is right in front of us.¡± ¡°Wait,¡± she slowed down. ¡°That is the place where the Lord lives.¡± ¡°Well, it is also the home of us witches.¡± ¡°Were you able to reach an agreement with the Lord?¡± Ashes frowned. Even if the local forces were vigorous and coordinated, it was still difficult to face the Church with their God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. So, the only possibility for cooperation between a local lord and the witches was when the witches had their own way out, assuring them that they would survive. Unfortunately, when having to deal with such a vulnerable group of witches, most lords were reluctant to sit down and talk fairly about the conditions of the contract. It was more often that they endlessly squeezed them dry and demanded more, so the road to reaching an agreement with local Lords was usually blocked. ¡°I suppose you could call it that,¡± Nightingale said in a voice without any trace of depression. Rather, it was full of warmth, ¡°Every one of us has signed a contract with His Royal Highness.¡± Ashes wasn¡¯t able to feel happiness for them. Those contracts written with paper and pen were not binding at all. As soon as the Lord became tired of paying them or wanted to terminate their relationship of equality, he only had to knead the contract into a ball and throw it into the fireplace. There would be no one who would fight for the injustice the witches would have to face. Their status was like a small boat alone in a storm, always afraid of getting overturned. Fortunately, now I¡¯m here, she thought. With me, they can leave from here and go to the other side of the sea. There, us witches have built our own homes and live far away from the Church and any other secular threats. Sure enough, when they stepped through the castle¡¯s gates, the guards just nodded and said hello when they saw the appearance of the witches. Compared to the king¡¯s palace, the Lord¡¯s castle in Border Town was undoubtedly much smaller and darker. There were so few solitary torches burning on the walls of the corridor that their swaying lights weren¡¯t able to cover the entire stone floor. Walking along the dark corridors, Ashes got a depressing feeling. However, this feeling only lasted until they reached the entrance to the living room. There, the room was suddenly brightly lit up by fires. Entering the hall, Ashes could see some more witches. It seemed they had all been waiting for her, and the moment she stepped into the room they began to applaud and welcome her. Nightingale, who wanted to give a brief introduction, took two steps forward, but suddenly one of the witches who had previously waited in the room rushed over. ¡°Wendy!¡± somebody cried. Everything that happened was registered by Ashes, but she still decided not to take any counter-measures. After all, she only had the feeling of joy and surprise from the approaching witch, there was no trace of hostility at all. So after a few seconds, she was embraced by a warm body. ¡°You survived,¡± said an unknown voice, excitedly. ¡°Thank you for saving me.¡± Ashes became confused, ¡°you are¡­¡± ¡°My name is Wendy,¡± the voice said, releasing her hands. She took a deep look into Ashes¡¯ eyes. ¡°The little girl in the choir, do you remember me?¡± ¡­ On the second floor in one of the bedrooms, only two people were left, Ashes and Wendy. Ashes had never expected to meet a partner from the monastery here. So, calling her partner was a very far stretch. With the exception of that night, Ashes had never had any interaction with Wendy. In fact, she hadn¡¯t even paid any attention to the other girls enclosed with her in that underground room. She had not even realized that there were others who had to go through the same horrible acts of people forcing themselves on them. Even more, she had never thought that one of them would also become a witch. ¡°I was able to flee from the monastery and settle down in the Seawind region,¡± Wendy began to talk, after a long time of silence she continued, ¡°Then someday I got the news that the monastery was set on fire later that day, and that all the children were missing. Did you do that?¡± ¡°The fire?¡± Ashes shook her head, ¡°It was the Church¡¯s doing. They did it to cover up the whole scandal. I killed some of the managers and the Army of Judges who tried to stop me until¡­ members of the Church¡¯s God Punishment Army arrived. That scar over my eye was left by one of them. If hadn¡¯t chosen to escape by myself and had instead waited until the follow-up ¨C if I had to face more members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, I am afraid I would have died that day.¡± Chapter 158 Chapter 158 Ashes (Part 2) ¡°They are the most excellent warriors of the Church and are used as the top secret weapon against us witches¡± Ashes explained, ¡°they have the same amount of strength as I, and neither are they any slower than I am, also¡­¡± she hesitated. ¡°It seems they don¡¯t have their own conscious. When I was fighting against them, I was able to cut off the right hand of one of the soldiers from the God¡¯s Punishment Army. But he didn¡¯t hesitate for even one second to use his left hand to slash at my eye. ¡°Even when I turned and fled, his movements weren¡¯t affected in any way by the wound I¡¯d given him. This doesn¡¯t have anything to do with having a strong fighting will. Even if they were able to keep fighting after losing one arm, they would still be affected in the end, for example something like losing their balance, it is simply impossible to adapt to that in such a short period of time. ¡°I¡¯ve only heard of the Church¡¯s Army of Judges,¡± Wendy whispered. ¡°Since they have such powerful warriors, why did they never appear during the previous fights against witches?¡± ¡°That, I do not know,¡± Ashes slowly revealed, ¡°Even I only heard the name ¡®God¡¯s Punishments Army¡¯ after I later returned to the Old Holy City and inquired about it from some of the city¡¯s inhabitants.¡± ¡°You¡­ you went back?¡± Wendy asked surprised. ¡°Ah, how could I let those dregs off so easily?¡± She stood up and went to the window, ¡°later on I attacked several small churches and camps of the Army of Judges. During one of the raids I caught one of their presiding Judges, previously I had actually thought that they weren¡¯t afraid of death. But having to face torture and death, his performance wasn¡¯t much better than that of any ordinary person, he soon showed a look of fear and began to plead with me for mercy. It was from his mouth, that I heard the name of the God¡¯s Punishment Army for the first time. ¡°Before their ceremony they were all members of the Army of Judges, only the best of the warriors will get this honor, and their acceptance must be voluntary. It seems there is a strong relationship between the success rate and their willingness. The big difference between the soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army and us are that they do not get their power naturally or because of their natural talents, no, instead they become transformed artificially.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Hearing this news, Wendy was quite shocked, she became utterly speechless. ¡°I suppose the reason why they cannot openly use them during wars, like they do with the Army of Judges, is perhaps because of the side effects of their transformation. When they lose their self, then there is no difference between them and the monsters.¡± Ashes sighed, ¡°During the time I was carrying out my revenge I would often hide myself within a deep well or sewers during the day, only coming out in the evening to start my attack against the believers. But when the Church began a complete city wide search, I decided that I had to flee from the Old Holy City. On the day of my retreat, the blood on me was tightly sticking to my clothes and my skin, giving me a very grim appearance. Probably, looking at me out of the eyes of an outsider, I wouldn¡¯t have looked any differently than a mindless beast.¡± She only stopped her speech when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, ¡°Now, that time doesn¡¯t matter any longer. Here you can live the good life of an ordinary person. Under the Prince, the life of me and my sisters has become very good. After gaining the experience of fighting together during the Months of Demons and later, after repelling the Longsong Strongholds attack, the largest part of the town¡¯s people have already accepted the existence of us witches. This town has turned out to be the Holy Mountain we have always been searching for.¡± Ashes leaned against the window and took a deep looked at the woman in front of her. She couldn¡¯t detect any sign of the thin women with dull eyes that she remembered from her life in the monastery. Looking at Wendy it was quite hard for her to imagine that she had ever looked like she did during her childhood. Both in body and appearance, when they were compared with the child of that time, it was completely different. Moreover, the gentle and natural tone of her voice made others feel a peaceful serenity. However, there were still some words which had to be said, ¡°I won¡¯t be staying here, nor was that the reason that I¡¯ve come to Border Town.¡± She paused, ¡°I came to this town, to take all of you with me away from here, taking you to a place which is really safe, unlike Border Town which isn¡¯t such a place.¡± ¡°You do not want to stay here¡­¡± Wendy froze for a moment. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°As long as we live on this continent, we will always be threatened by the Church. Because of this, Tilly had gathered the majority of the witches living in the Kingdom of Graycastle and has taken them with her to the Fjords. That is where she intends to build her own country.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t the Fjord also have Churches?¡± ¡°Because of the special topography of the archipelago and its separation into many islands, their influence can only be maintained on some of the bigger islands, and also¡­¡± Ashes twisted her mouth, ¡°there aren¡¯t any soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army on these islands either.¡± And if they found themselves there, they would soon have to face the wrath of the witches. Going from one island to another, the Church¡¯s forces would be uprooted, just like when they had hunted us witches. ¡°You and your sisters must also leave, Wendy,¡± she continued to try persuading her. ¡°It was a mistake to spread those rumors, you should get rid of them as soon as possible. When I could hear them, the Church definitely has also heard of them, and they will never allow the witches to organize themselves. I don¡¯t think that it will be long before the Church¡¯s Army of Judges destroys the Kingdom of Graycastle. When you have to face the God¡¯s Punishment Army, do you really believe that the 4th Prince will protect you? No secular Lord will ever be willing to spend his own life to save a witch¡¯s. Right at this moment, he may still be good to you, but in times of distress, he won¡¯t hesitate for even a second before abandoning you.¡± After Ashes¡¯ speech, Wendy kept silent for a long time, before opening her mouth and declaring: ¡°I do not know what the thoughts of my other sisters are, but I won¡¯t leave Border Town!¡± ¡°At the moment, you¡¯re standing at the edge of an overhanging cliff,¡± Ashes frowned, ¡°and with every day you wait it will become even more dangerous.¡± ¡°If you want to avoid the impending danger, leaving the town, leaving His Highness, what difference would there be between your approach and when he would leave us? I do not want to be such a person, and¡­¡± She took a deep breath, ¡°Furthermore, in the case that His Highness ever had to face against the pressure of the Church, I do not believe that he would ever act as you¡¯ve predicted. Nightingale has already asked him the same question, and His Highness¡¯s then answered, ¡®I will make this town a place where every witch can live a life of an ordinary person, even if I have to become the enemy of the Church.¡¯ ¡± ¡°¡­¡± Ashes was unable to respond, she didn¡¯t know what to say, she had already heard too many promises such as this, and even if the other party really was willing to protect the witches, in the end, what would that even change? In the face of such an overwhelming power, it would only end up increasing the number of sacrifices. Until now she still had to grasp the situation regarding the Witch Cooperation Association, more accurately the death of the Snake Witch Cara. It seemed that the surviving members of her former group have all been fully integrated into Border Town by the Lord. Spreading the news of a safe heaven up to Silver City wasn¡¯t done by one of the surviving witches, but rather by one of the Lord¡¯s own guards. Although she did not know what cunning plans he had, and how he had managed to make the witches trust him, but under the threat of her greatsword, his carefully constructed camouflage would all soon fall apart, most likely. ¡°I want to talk to your Lord, Roland Wimbledon,¡± Ashes finally said. ¡­ Her appointment to see the Prince was scheduled for the next morning. By that time, Ashes was brought into the office by Nightingale, now having to face this disgusting man once again. Although she didn¡¯t want to admit it, it was clearly visible to her that Tilly and the Prince both shared the same blood. They both had the same long gray hair with a simple beam in the back of their head that during the sunlight of dawn would have a small touch of silver to it. The symbol of the royal family of the Kingdom of Graycastle. His forehead and nose were also somewhat similar to Tilly¡¯s and the more similarities Ashes found, the more she disliked him. Comparing his previous appearance at the courts with the normal appearance he showed now, she had to say that his dress today was unusually clean. Furthermore, in addition to well-fitting clothes, she could detect almost no signs of wealth, such as jewelry, earrings, necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Even though he was just simply sitting on his chair, Ashes still had the feeling that he was looking down on her. The aura of a leader. She couldn¡¯t stop this thought from appearing. Well, if only taking his outwards appearance into consideration, he really seems to have taken a step in the right direction, Ashes thought coldly in her heart. But it won¡¯t be much longer that you will be able to maintain such a posture. ¡°Welcome, I heard your name is Ashes?¡± The other side took the initiative to start the conversation, ¡°You are a messenger sent by my sister, aren¡¯t you? ¡°It was my own decision to come to Border Town.¡± ¡°But you can still be called her messenger, right?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Ashes frowned, why was he so emphasizing on her role as a messenger? She did not want to be entangled in such insignificant banter, ¡°I could.¡± ¡°Well, Ashbringer,¡± he said, revealing an unrecognizable smile, ¡°I hear you want to take my witches away?¡± TN: Anyone here who detects the pun at the end of the chapter? Chapter 159 Chapter 159 The most powerful persuasion Before Roland had agreed to the meeting, he had already heard every part of the talk between Wendy and Ashes. He didn¡¯t expect that the long-lost Tilly Wimbledon would suddenly become the leader of another witch organization. Not only that, but she had set all of this up right in front of all of them. No, she had even gathered most of the witches in the whole kingdom. What was even more intolerable was, that she was now actually wanted to put her claws into his own territory. According to the information gathered by Nightingale, the witch in front of him was an extraordinary, and her ability most likely belonged to the combat type. Any witch who belonged to the kind of extraordinary had to be treated with the utmost care. So, when Roland was meeting with Ashes in his office, not only was Nightingale hiding in her fog, no, even Anna was standing by his side. She had placed several tiny black fires around his desk, all of which were completely invisible to the naked eye. Cutting off the area between the two sidewalls. As long Ashes dared to rush towards him, she would definitely end up cutting herself into many thin pieces. Even so, Ashes was an extraordinary witch, she still wasn¡¯t wearing the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, but once she put on one of those stones, she would then turn into an unrestricted destructive power. Fortunately, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was hated by the majority of witches, and she was most probably also taking this aspect into account. So Ashes didn¡¯t carry such a stone when she was trying to win over the witches in Border Town. ¡°Your witches? Don¡¯t be so arrogant, they are all living people, they aren¡¯t your personal belongings!¡± Ashes declared coldly. Roland got shocked by her unexpected words. This was the first time that he had to feel the feeling of defeat during a battle of words. He had already become used to calling them my people, my subjects and the like, but now he had unexpectedly face democratic criticism, letting him feel extremely embarrassed. Although his words were in accordance with the usual practice of this era, the people or items in the Lord¡¯s territory, after all, belonged to the Lord, so calling them his wouldn¡¯t bring any problems. But if he was to now stress this point in front of Nightingale and Anna, it would only show that his EQ was low, and he¡¯d just be jumping into an already prepared pit. So, he coughed twice, and tried to get the flow of the conversation into a positive direction for himself: ¡°I never thought of them like that, they only stay in the town because they want it. But I have to point out, that I myself believe that this place is still the best place for them to live on freely. As for living in the Fjords as you have offered, not to mention that the trip itself would already be very dangerous, crossing over the whole Kingdom ¨C no, the Fjords climate is also unpredictable, always having to fear tsunamis or perineal storms. That is simply not a suitable place for people to live in¡±. ¡°But there at least, the power of the Church would be at a minimal. Furthermore, the witches can rely on their powers to transform their homes, making them safe against any natural disasters. But there is no way in which you could shield them against the strength of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, not to mention the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± Ashes mercilessly countered, ¡°Do you know how foolish it was for you to do what you have done? Spreading the news of your witches will only lead to a visit from the Church. ¡°With respect, you have no way to win against the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Now, the right choice for you would be to let your witches leave your territory so that you can all avoid the tragedy that your actions is leading you towards.¡± Roland had already heard her telling Wendy about the God¡¯s Punishment Army, so he knew that using force to persuade her would be many times more effective than him using words. Of course, he could also simply ignore Ashes, but in that way, he would already be giving up the fight for the witches that are under Tilly Wimbledon¡¯s influence. So, despite only having just a small hope of achieving his goal, he still wanted to give it a shot. ¡°Are you able to fight against several soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army at the same time?¡± Roland asked. Ashes facial complexion became clearly puzzled, but in the end, she still stretched out three fingers, ¡°Three soldiers, I¡¯m able to defeat.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s have a fight,¡± Roland said, sitting straight and becoming seriously. ¡°Let the test tell you if I¡¯m able to win against the God¡¯s Punishment Army or not.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Ashes became stunned for a moment, her cold face finally showed a different expression than her usually cold face. ¡°A fair test, a fight one-on-one,¡± Roland said, stressing word for word, ¡°If I¡¯m able to beat you, you have to accept that I have the ability to resist the Church.¡± ¡°You and I? Or¡­ or do you want one of your witches to take your place?¡± ¡°Of course it won¡¯t be me, but it won¡¯t be a witch either. The soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army will all be wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation,¡± Roland smiled, ¡°Your opponent will be an ordinary knight.¡± Although he regretted it a bit that he would not personally be taking part in it, the other side was a witch with a military strength completely off the charts, from the description he had heard from Wendy, she alone was powerful enough to make her way through a whole monastery, and in the end, was even able to escape from the pursuit of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Even fighting empty-handed or with only a wooden sword, she would still be extraordinarily lethal. The actual effectiveness of a revolver was still unknown. And for the sake of safety, he had decided to give this great task to Carter. If he had been able to lay his hands on an ak47, then Roland would have tried to take her on by himself. ¡°Ordinary Knight¡­¡± Ashes face once more turned back to her original expression of indifference. ¡°If I win, you will let the witches follow me?¡± ¡°Of course not, after all, you cannot offer the same. In the case I would win, you surely wouldn¡¯t go back to Tilly and bring all of her witches to Border Town, right?¡± ¡°In that case, what would be the significance of your suggested duel?¡± ¡°I already said it previously, it¡¯s not a duel, it¡¯s a test,¡± Roland corrected her, ¡°the significance lies in the fact that you will know, that in the face of the Church¡¯s power I¡¯m not without any possibilities to resist. Furthermore, when you later go back to the Fjords you will remember, that outside of the Fjords, there is also the Western Territories, and more precisely Border Town, that can provide a place for witches to live. Of course, if you win, it could be that Wendy will start to persuade the others, which would be many times more efficient than you doing it by yourself.¡± ¡°I will never lose,¡± Ashes declared. ¡°Now call your knight.¡± ¡°Not now,¡± Roland waved his hand, ¡°we will hold the test in a week. I have to make the necessary preparations first, until then you can freely live in the castle. Experiencing with the other witches, how it is feels to live in Border Town. And as a witch with a feeling for the town life, perhaps you will even change your opinion without us having to have a fight.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Ashes looked at the Prince coldly for a long time, but then she finally nodded, ¡°You are right, maybe I won¡¯t have to wait for seven days, they will change their view even earlier, freely leaving Border Town together with me.¡± Roland just shrugged his shoulders in answer. When the other was already at the door, he suddenly called to her once more, ¡°Hold on¡­ Can it be that I already have seen you from somewhere?¡± Although he was certain that he had never seen her face before, her stature as he looked at her from behind, he got a strange feeling of familiarity. Roland could also slightly recall something, a sense of familiarity that seemed to be coming from¡­ the time he had been living in the King¡¯s Palace. ¡°Didn¡¯t your guard already tell you?¡± Ashes didn¡¯t even look back at him. ¡°If it were not for Tilly who stopped me at that time, I¡¯m afraid you¡¯d now only have one hand left.¡± The moment the door was closed, Nightingale appeared in front of him, and asked with a frosty voice, ¡°You touched her ass?¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland became startled, ¡°I can¡¯t remember to have ever seen such a person in the palace, and what do you mean with ¡®touched¡¯? ¡± Nightingale showed a dissatisfied look, there was naturally ¡°Tyre¡± ¨C to hell with it, although I really have touched the maid¡¯s ass, if I answer this question I¡¯m afraid I would be showing some flaws, furthermore what is wrong with feeling something up with your hands! After all, I also don¡¯t care about your peeping habits! ¡°Keke,¡± Anna interrupted their conversation. ¡°Are you sure that Carter will be able to beat her? If he fails, it may affect the others witches confidence in you.¡± Fortunately, it seemed that Anna was still calm, Roland discovered in relief, ¡°Even though an enhanced witch is not affected by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, she still has to fight with their own body. Comparing this with the quick fire of hot weapons, the limitations of the body will always be too big in comparison, I think the odds that we win is at least around 70%.¡± But for that I will have to finish the development of the ammunition by next week, Roland thought. Chapter 160 Chapter 160 Confrontation Roland had already corrected designs for the Revolver¡¯s bullet a long time ago. After all, circular lead bullets and loose gunpowder were an arrangement that was simply too archaic. Taking Anna¡¯s processing capacity into account, it should be feasible for her to directly manufacture the shell for the ammunition. The problem was that there didn¡¯t exist a reliable primer, which could light the cartridge of the bullet that was filled with black powder. The outer shell of the ammunition was generally made out of mercury fulminate which was very sensitive to impacts. When the firing pin was pulled and it hit the base of the bullet, the mercury fulminate would ignite, which would ignite the black powder, ejecting the bullet from the chamber. It was such a pity that even after breaking his head over it, he still couldn¡¯t recall the necessary raw materials he needed for the mercury fulminate. From a literal point of view, he would definitely need nitric acid and mercury. However, if he looked at the result of the chemical equation he had written down, it became apparent that these two substances would only produce nitric acid together. In addition, knowing the raw materials wasn¡¯t equally to having a smooth production of usable products. Roland would still have to discover the right concentration and temperature for the reactive process, and whether he still needed to add another catalyst or not add one, was also a crucial point he had to figure out before finishing the product. Moreover, because of the sensitive properties of mercury, manufacturing it was considered a very dangerous process and if it exploded one could easily lose some fingers, so Roland was afraid of trying it out personally. So, Roland had to settle for the second-best option, using a metal ammunition case but keeping the old flintlock ignition, which would require that the spark could enter the interior of the ammunition case to ignite the gunpowder. Therefore, he had to leave a hole at the bottom of the ammunition case, but he still had to find a method which would prevent leakage of black powder. Obviously, these two points were contradictory to each other: the greater the opening, the faster the leakage of gunpowder. Yet if the opening is too small, it would become too difficult for the spark to ignite the gunpowder. He needed something that would allow the spark to ignite the powder, while at the same time blocking the hole, to prevent the leakage of gunpowder. Roland first thought was colloxylin, which was also known as nitrocellulose. It was also one of the few chemicals which he still remembered and could also be used for weapons because it had such a simple production method: the cotton had just to be soaked in two strong kinds of acids. The two acids it used were the commonly available sulfuric acid and nitric acid, and there would be no danger involved in producing them. Even though he still had wanted to wait for the hopefully soon, arriving alchemist, but now, where he had the deadline of seven days, he decided to roll up his sleeves and get to work. Taking the quill, Roland began to write down the idea he had already in his head for a long time. The first ingredient he needed was cotton, and the best cotton yarn were the ones which weren¡¯t weaved or dyed and it was exactly this kind that he had brought back with him from his visit to the Duke¡¯s castle, and was now also piling up within his castle¡¯s warehouses. Cotton yarn needed to be skimmed. Otherwise the grease attached to its surface would prevent the nitrification. He was already familiar with the stuff required for removing the oil, it was sodium hydroxide, which was also commonly known as caustic soda. At the same time, it was also one of the raw materials needed for making soap: For producing soap, one had to add fat to caustic soda, and then stir it until it became solid. Afterward it could be used as washing soap. But Roland has been too busy developing the industrial and agricultural technology and with defending Border Town against foreign enemies, that he hadn¡¯t found any time to invent any such commodities. As for how he was meant to produce caustic soda, the simplest method would probably be the electrolysis of salt water. So the Prince discovered, that in order to create the new types of bullets, he first had to develop a DC Generator. * Ashes was walking along the Shishui River, feeling somewhat depressed. Since the other witches knew that she had come to Border Town to bring the witches of the Witch Cooperation Association away, their attitude towards her had cooled down, a lot, and there was no longer any signs left of the warm welcome she had received last night. Moreover, she had also noted that most of the witches were practicing their ability in the castle backyard, which showed that Roland had also found a way to avoid the suffering from the demonic bite. Originally Ashes had wanted to use this vital piece of intelligence to show her good will to the other witches, but her plan was unexpectedly shattered right from the beginning. So in addition to telling them the disadvantages and advantages of leaving Border Town, she had nearly nothing else left for persuading them to move. What surprised Ashes the most was, even though Roland Wimbledon¡¯s appearance had changed very little since the time she last saw him, every gesture from him now contained an indescribable temperament, completely out of tune with the image he previous held of being a dandy. How could this be? He had previously definitely belonged to the incompetent class, during business appointments he would always think first about finding a way to escape, never standing up for others, and even if the problem was clearly caused by him, he was also too afraid to take on any responsibility. That time when he had thought about harassing her, she only needed to throw him a hateful look, to make him fall to the ground in panic. But she had later heard from Tilly, that he had claimed that he had fallen by accidently, and that the 5th Princess was at fault for it. After all why would she even find such an ugly woman as a guard? From that time on, Ashes¡¯ view of the 4th Prince had fallen to the lowest possibility ranking. Previously she had believed that such a type of person would be easy for her to handle, but during today¡¯s negotiation she had failed utterly to gain the upper hand. Especially when the other side suggested a one-on-one competition, she had discovered that her threat of using military force didn¡¯t work any longer, since the other side hadn¡¯t thought about escaping. Instead, it might even have had the complete opposite effect. If she had threatened him at that time personally, in addition to reducing the witch¡¯s positive impression of her, it would not have had any other results. Ashes sighed, if she just could be as smart as Tilly, every problem that appeared before her could have been all smoothly solved. The moment she encountered a situation such as this, she would surely have been able to come up with a solution to this, right? If she hadn¡¯t wanted to help Tilly as much as possible, Ashes really would have taken the next ship heading to Silver City and also leave the Kingdom of Graycastle as soon as possible. Unconsciously, she had already left the area of the town, she was no longer be able to see those green wheat field on the other side of the river, but instead she was looking at the unclaimed woodland. When Ashes was already ready to turn back, she suddenly felt the fluctuation of magic behind her, subconsciously turning her head, she could barely see a knife heading towards her cheek, taking advantage of her horizontal movement. The magic fluctuation had transformed into a surging billow, and Ashes suddenly felt a piercing pain coming from her cheek, the other person¡¯s systematic and logical moves were clearly nothing like one would expect to come from an ordinary person. Ashes no longer hesitated, completely dumping her passive attitude, to concentrate on avoiding the dagger coming to her from the front, she put all her strength on one foot and catapulted out of the way. However, the other side just disappeared into thin air, and within a blink of an eye, she had already appeared behind herself, leaving Ashes totally unable to follow her opponent¡¯s movement. She drew her sword and rotated in a circle. Turning so fast that she created a dull whistling sound with the sword, causing a large amount of dust to raise up from the ground. This attack from her had no dead areas and was able to scoop up any kind of threat, but in front of this unknown enemy she was facing, even this tricky attack of her¡¯s ended in a complete failure. When her swords swept through the attacker¡¯s previous position, there was nothing to be touched. That¡¯s bad, she thought to herself, straining all of the muscle in her body, ready to react to the next round of attacks from the other side, but the shadow just disappeared from in front of her. The dust settled down slowly, while the person again appeared near Ashes, playing with the dagger she was holding in her hand. It was Nightingale. ¡°Should I see this as a warning?¡± Ashes frowned. ¡°Of course not,¡± Nightingale said, putting her dagger back to her waist. ¡°I just wanted to see the strength of an extraordinary.¡± ¡°Are you sure? It was more like¡­¡± ¡°Do you think I would force you into leaving Border Town quickly, or otherwise I would not stay polite with you?¡± Nightingale interrupted her. ¡°If that was the case, what would be the difference between Cara, and me?¡± Cara? Why would she mention the former leader of the Witch Cooperation Association? Ashes asked herself in confusion. ¡°You can rest assured that I won¡¯t hinder you from approaching any of my sisters, and if someone is willing to leave with you, I don¡¯t think His Royal Highness will stop you. I certainly would not¡­¡± Nightingale paused, ¡°But if you threaten to hurt His Highness, I guarantee you that next time I won¡¯t just be stabbing at your side anymore.¡± Here she grinned and then disappeared into thin air, ¡°Enjoy your time in Border Town.¡± Sure enough, you still warned me off, ah, Ashes shook her head. Chapter 161 Chapter 161 Alchemy and Chemistry The principle behind a DC Generator and its structure was very simple. During his childhood, Roland had once taken apart more than a dozen four-wheel drive motors. From the ordinary stock motors, to the legendary golden panther, and also the build it yourself type hand rotators made out of copper wire. These motors were all considered to be regular DC motors. There was no difference in the structure of DC Generators and DC Motors, at their essence, they were all the same thing, their function was interchangeable. As long as there was another machine to help the rotator of the DC Motor rotate, and causing the wire to continuously cut through the magnetic induction line, it could continue to generate and induce an electrical current without end. With the help of Anna and Mystery Moon, Roland needed only half a day to finish assembling a simple DC motor. All the parts of the stator were made out of wood and then given to Mystery Moon for her to magnetism them. The rotor was made of a wooden log with commotators embedded at the tip of both ends. The rotor would be connected by a shaft to the steam engine through a hole in the center. This structure was very convenient to produce, but at the same time it also ensured that the commutators would be isolated from each other. As for the new steam engine, Roland and Mystery Moon just stood to the side and looked on as Anna performed her incredible processing techniques. If they needed to make larger parts, she would spread out her black fire, wrap it like a cover around a bunch of ingots and let them melt within the cover. She would then mold the iron into the required sizes. Afterward, she only needed to cut out the right form. On the next day, when Roland was ready to go to the calcining room in his backyard to test out the generator¡¯s effectivity, the guards also brought him some very pleasant news. The Chief Instructor of Silver City¡¯s Alchemy Workshop had come to Border Town, and also, there was more than one other person that had come with him. * Kyle Sichi acted in a very decisive manner, in the afternoon, on that very same day he took his family and more than a dozen disciples with him and boarded on the next merchant ship heading towards Border Town. Unfortunately, Chavez had ended up hesitating for a long time, but in the end, decided to reject Kyle¡¯s invitation. Kyle hadn¡¯t disclosed the contents of the letter to any of the other alchemists since the more people who knew about it, the later the departing time would have to be scheduled. Kyle worried that it wouldn¡¯t take very long before the news about his success in reproducing Crystal Glass would reach the Duke¡¯s ear, and if by then he still wanted to go out, now after becoming known to have the ability to create high-profit luxury products, the Duke certainly want to keep him firmly under his control. He had written down the formula for crystal glass and its firing method on paper, then stored it in the formula cupboard of the refining room. This would in turn also give the Duke the opportunity to heavily invest in the production of crystal glass and in so doing also invest in the Alchemy Workshop indirectly. But comparing it with learning about the truth of alchemy, whether it was the recipe of crystal glass or the Alchemy Workshop in general, they both wouldn¡¯t even be worth mentioning. Five days later, Kyle finally had the opportunity to see the author of the letter, Roland Wimbledon. Right now they were in the castle¡¯s reception hall, and Kyle had just finished giving his greeting, but even before he had placed his butt on the chair, he couldn¡¯t stop himself any longer from speaking out. ¡°Your Highness, I would like to have a friendly conversation with your alchemist.¡± ¡°My alchemist?¡± Hearing his question the Prince just grinned ¡°Before you came to Border Town, we had no alchemist here, but from now on you are my alchemist.¡± ¡°You mean ¡­ those alchemical formulas, were written by you?¡± Kyle suddenly thought of another possibility, my counterpart is a prince, who has received all his knowledge from private teachers and other mentors. So, if he knows about these formulas, doesn¡¯t this mean that King¡¯s City Alchemy Workshop had already known about the essence of alchemy for a long time? And we, in our delusion thought we were finally getting ahead of them, now that seems to be just utterly ridiculous. ¡°Not exactly,¡± Roland said. ¡°These formulas came from an ancient book which were written more than four hundred years ago and were recently discovered by me. It seems that hundreds of years ago they called alchemy ¡®chemistry¡¯.¡± ¡°What¡­¡± When Kyle heard that the formulas didn¡¯t come from King¡¯s City¡¯s Alchemy Workshop, his heart suddenly felt a lot better. But the Prince¡¯s answer still surprised him. An alchemy book that was more than 400 years old? One had to know that even the King¡¯s City¡¯s Alchemic Workshop only had a history of less than 200 years, could it be that the later generation will also look at our inventions? ¡°Yes, in the book, those scholars had formulated a hypothesis, which they called, ¡°The Theory of the immortality of matter.¡± It states that matter which is the source of all things in the world will neither disappear nor will it increase. It will only transfer from one form to another. But in the end, they are all a piece of the same cake,¡± Roland pointed to a cake placed on a nearby table, ¡°If you eat that, it will enter your stomach, from there some of the parts of which it¡¯s formed will be absorbed by you, becoming a part of your body, while the rest of it will be excreted. So, if you now would take the integrated parts and the expelled parts and compare them with the former cake, the quality of the matter should still be the same.¡± ¡°Hold on¡­ Your Royal Highness,¡± Kyle expressed his thoughts, ¡°If I take a piece of wood, cut it and burn it to ashes, no matter how much it previously weighed, the weight of the ashes after the fire will be lighter than that of the former piece of wood. If the matter didn¡¯t disappear, then where did it go?¡± ¡°These problems are also explained in the books,¡± Roland said laughingly. ¡°The missing matter was turned into gas and water, and the water was heated up so much that it turned into gas as well and evaporated. So, in the end, you can only see the residue from what was left behind.¡± ¡°Gas?¡± Kyle got an unexplainable feeling in his heart, ¡°Do you want to say that the air also has a weight?¡± ¡°Of course, the air also has mass.¡± The Prince nodded in confirmation, ¡°It is also very easy to verify this point, just put a pile of sawdust into a bottle, then cover the bottle and place it on a scale. Afterward, you set the sawdust in the bottle on fire and weights it again. you will eventually discover, that the weight of the bottle hasn¡¯t changed. This is because the gas had no way out and still remains inside the bottle.¡± ¡°This¡­ was this also written in the ancient books?¡± Kyle eagerly asked, ¡°Could you let me see that book?¡± ¡°You can, if you accept a few of my conditions first,¡± Roland gave him a piece of paper. ¡°You only have to name them.¡± ¡°First of, if you want to work for me, your salary will be calculated according to the regular payment of Silver City¡¯s Alchemy Workshop. Secondly, once you accept this job, you must comply with the confidentiality regulations. That means, everything you learn has to remain a secret to other alchemists. Thirdly, if you agree to the terms, you have to sign this contract. ¡°The deal lasts for a period of five years and when the five years are over, you are free to go on to choose your own fate. Furthermore, your alchemy discoveries won¡¯t be placed under the confidentiality restrictions any longer. You will be free to show your discoveries to your colleagues at the Alchemy Workshop. If you accept these three conditions, according to the contract, Border Town will provide you with free housing and a chemical laboratory. And lastly, I will lend you the book title ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡± to study, and if there is something that you don¡¯t understand, you can always come and ask me.¡± These doesn¡¯t seem to be very harsh conditions, Kyle thought, although those words such as confidential regulations, chemical laboratory and so on are really hard to pronounce, I think I was able to grasp the general meaning, also, a five-year contract also isn¡¯t that long. Kyle had previously thought that the Price would make it a requirement that he would have to stay in Border Town forever. And¡­ even if he had demanded harsher conditions, Kyle would still have wanted to see the book with his own eyes, the book on which was recorded the essence of alchemy. After he had thought it through, Kyle got up from his seat and bent his waist: ¡°I¡¯m willing to serve you, Your Royal Highness.¡± ¡°Excellent, now we have a deal,¡± the Prince did not seem to care about the etiquette, ¡°Your workplace will be directly beside the Chishui River. After signing the contract, I will take you with me and have you familiarize yourself with the laboratory I will introducing you to the usage of the glassware and informing you about the workplace¡¯s rules.¡± Hearing all this, Kyle felt that there was something wrong with this situation, how can it be that the Prince is so skilled in alchemy, making people think that he is always keeping another card up in his sleeve? Shouldn¡¯t he be just some ordinary noble that found an ancient book and simply brushed up against alchemy? However, these were all only minor details, he suppressed his doubts and asked, ¡°Does Your Highness need me to refine something for you?¡± ¡°I do, I need a highly-concentrated acid. The higher the concentration, the better.¡± The Prince replied. Chapter 162 Chapter 162 Firearm Practice ¡°Liar.¡± When Roland had finished his appointment with the alchemist, he returned to his office. Nightingale asked, ¡°What kind of four-hundred and fifty year-old ancient ¡®Elementary Chemistry¡¯ book are you talking about? Isn¡¯t it just one of the books that contain some of your memories? Sooner or later, everything in it will be taught to the citizens anyway, right?¡± ¡°It was only a white lie.¡± During Margaret¡¯s visit, she had presented a package of black tea to Roland. He could could now finally do away with drinking water or ale every day. ¡°How could a prince who has lived his whole life in the palace know alchemy so well while having only had access to the teachings of the King¡¯s Alchemist? But, if I were to rather give him a book so that he could study it himself, it would be more likely that he would accept the knowledge compared to if I were the one who was teaching him. After all, the one thing that humans trust the most will always be themselves.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Nightingale became curious, she leaned her upper body closer to Roland and stopped herself directly in front of his face, ¡°Then who was the one who taught you?¡± ¡°Uhh¡­¡± Roland opened his mouth, but Nightingale laid her finger on it, ¡°If you do not want to give me an answer, just don¡¯t say anything. I don¡¯t want to hear a lie come from you.¡± When Roland blinked with his eyes, Nightingale had taken back her hand. ¡°We have to make use of the fact that the duel is still five days away,¡± Roland took this opportunity to change the subject, ¡°we have to get Carter and allow him to get familiar with the new weapon.¡± ¡°But a short while ago, didn¡¯t you complain that the ammunition problem still wasn¡¯t resolved yet?¡± ¡°The problem only affects the actual use of colloxylin. If we only want to take care of the competition, it should still be possible for us to fire the gun. After all, during the duel we won¡¯t have to consider the transportation or the reloading, since ten rounds of ammunition should be enough to draw a result,¡± Roland explained. Of course, the lack of celloidin would lead to a decrease in the rate of fire, which could also play an important part in the duel, but in the end it would all end up in the hands of Carter and his God like face. * To the west of the City Wall. After accepting his new assignment given to him by Roland, Carter arrived at the explosives testing area once more. ¡°I¡¯m supposed to be fighting against a witch?¡± Carter had been startled when he heard about the duel. ¡°Can I wear a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation?¡± ¡°Certainly,¡± Roland smiled. ¡°But unfortunately, you will be facing off against a unique type of witch who won¡¯t be affected by it, her method of fighting is also similar to that of a knight- she will even be using a greatsword.¡± ¡°You mean to tell me, she¡¯s a witch that is a master at melee fighting?¡± Carter glanced at Nightingale who was standing beside Roland. ¡°More or less. But because her ability is of the self-strengthening type, regardless of whether it is her strength or her speed, they will all be far beyond that of an ordinary human.¡± Roland continued. ¡°You have to be mentally prepared. Her control over her body and her power is several times greater than that of that death-row criminal after he took those pills.¡± ¡°Several times greater¡­ Your Royal Highness, do you know what this means?¡± Carter was shocked. ¡°I will most probably be unable to keep up with her reaction speed, even if I¡¯m carefully observing her movements. If she is as powerful as you say she is, I am afraid I won¡¯t be able to beat her.¡± ¡°Theoretically speaking, your chance of winning is actually zero,¡± the Prince confirmed, but he then handed him a strange firearm, ¡°but by using this weapon, your chances of winning should increase dramatically.¡± ¡°This is¡­ the new gun?¡± Carter grabbed the weapon with both hands. Because the trigger and the barrel parts were very similar to that of a flintlock, the knight was also able to determine that it should belong to the same type of weapon. Even though its size wasn¡¯t as big as the former, after he held it in his hand it was still heavier than the former flintlock. Particularly noteworthy to him was that, with the exception of the handle, which was made out of wood, all the rest of the weapon was made out of metal. With its smooth lines and its sharp corners, as well as its light white metallic luster, the weapon was a thing of unspeakable beauty. It was the first time he saw such a weapon, and he immediately fell in love with it. ¡°It is called a revolver,¡± Roland pulled out another weapon with the same shape, and let the beehive-like-wheel pop out to its left, ¡°Now let me instruct you on how to use it.¡± Carter soon found out that its operation was simpler than that of the flintlock gun. The projectile and gunpowder had already been integrated into one unit, and as long as the cylinder was loaded it would be ready to fire. There were five holes in the cylinder, which meant that each cylinder could be filled with up to five rounds of ammunition. This was probably also the reason why it was classed as a revolver. There was a hole where the revolver¡¯s hammer met the cylinder, if the hammer hit the hole, a spark would be created and a loud friction sound would then be heard. Maybe there is flint hidden inside it, he thought. But this bullet¡¯s design really is much too incredible, this light-yellow shell is made out of a thin copper plate, and the body appears to be perfectly round but also totally smooth at the same time. I can¡¯t even see any cracks or gaps in the outer shell. The bullet¡¯s front is slender while its rear is as thick as my index finger. It fits very accurately into the holes in the cylinder. How were they able to produce this? ¡°The ammunition still isn¡¯t finished yet, so you have to always pay attention to the opening at the bottom of the bullet,¡± Roland performed a shooting motion, ¡°like me, you have to always keep pointing the muzzle downwards. Don¡¯t let the powder leak out from the opening. After each shot, you have to clean up the revolver¡¯s bullet nest, or else the scattered gunpowder will start to accumulate inside the hole.¡± ¡°Unfinished goods?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± the Prince shrugged, ¡°There is an important part that still needs to be resolved, but if everything goes well, we can finish it before the start of the duel. The hole at the bottom will then be sealed so that you will no longer need to worry about losing gunpowder.¡± When the bottom becomes sealed, how will be the gunpowder inside the bullet be ignited? Carter thought this, but soon decided not to think any further about this seemingly impossible problem. After all, he was not as knowledgeable as His Royal Highness, who knew so much. That¡¯s right, he is erudite and multi-talented. At present, Carter already admired the 4th Prince and prostrated himself in admiration. No matter if it were a master alchemist or an astrologer who held a high position at court, none of them had invented as many strange things in addition, all of Roland¡¯s products had a great value. His inventions were unlike Snow powder, which was the kind of invention that could only be used as a toy for the nobility. The steam engine invented by His Royal Highness was currently being used for mining and pumping operations, and his guns and cannons helped repel the demonic beast and also the Duke¡¯s coalition. Now, Carter was already convinced that as long as he had enough time, the throne of the Kingdom of Graycastle would definitely end up in the hands of Roland Wimbledon ¨C the great Lord of Border Town. The distance to the target was ten meters, but apart from the issue with the distance, there was also the problem that the human- mark was only the size of one¡¯s hand. Carter took on a shooting stance in accordance with the teachings of His Highness. He then held the gun in both hands, leaned his body slightly forwards, aligned the barrel in line with the center of the target, and then pulled the trigger. Sparks and gas were ejected from both sides of the wheel, and a loud noise hurt his ears. It felt like someone had shoved him backward, and his arms were also unconsciously pushed upwards. When the smoke finally cleared, the target still seemed to be intact. ¡°Go on,¡± said Roland. Carter took a deep breath, and then fired the remaining four bullets. However, the result was still the same, no bullet had hit the target. ¡°This¡­¡± Carter was shaken, but when he looked to His Royal Highness, he discovered that the latter didn¡¯t seem to care. ¡°With its shorter barrel, the pistol¡¯s accuracy and range aren¡¯t as good as the rifle¡¯s, so it¡¯s entirely reasonable for you to miss. Plus, the bullet¡¯s diameter is close to twelve millimeters. With the diameter to be nearly twelve millimeters, the recoil also has to be much larger than from the flintlock.¡± The Prince began to explain, but Carter couldn¡¯t understand what he wanted to say to him. ¡°All in all, you only have to follow my instructions and keep on practice a lot. If one day, before the duel, you are able to hit the target with all the five bullets, you will really a chance to win. Oh, and that¡¯s right¡­ don¡¯t forget to collect the bullet casings, they can be reloaded and used more than once.¡± Chapter 163 Chapter 163 Maggie the Witch Ashes sat at the top of the castle, waiting for the arrival of the day of the competition. During the past few days, her attempts at persuading the other witches had not shown any progress. The stubbornness of the witches had greatly exceeded her expectations, whether it was the older women like Scrolls or the minors such as like Lily. They all refused her invitation. The only difference between them was their manner and reason in rejecting her. Some chose to stay because of Roland, while others didn¡¯t want to leave the Witch Cooperation Association, but in the end the ten witches had all gathered together into turned into one unbreakable piece of iron. As for Anna and Nana, both of whom had originally come from Border Town, Ashes wasn¡¯t in the mood to even try to lure them away. In particular, when Ashes stood in front of the Anna, the magic she could feel coming from her was completely different to anything else she had ever felt before. Her magic felt like it was as hard as steel, but at the same time it also had a smooth and dense feeling to it. It felt as if she was separated from Ashes by a wall of iron. Among the many witches that Tilly had been able to gather, none of them had ever given her that feeling. After inquiring the other witches on this topic, she learned that Anna¡¯s way of controlling her flame was actually quite unique. However, how could it be, that even though her flame was invisible, it still felt as if there was a real barrier present? Ashes simply couldn¡¯t understand this. As for Border Town, in comparison to the other towns and villages that Ashes had seen before, it was quite different. If she were to put it into words, Ashes would have to say that felt as if the town was full of vitality, and that the people here all seemed to be holding on to a purpose for each and every day. From her position high up on top of the castle, she had a perfect panoramic view over the whole town. It seemed that at this moment, the most intense flow of people was in the area for the new houses. They had separated a square site as the new district, and within that area, every house looked similar to the next. There was an endless stream of carriages continually bringing in new batches of bricks from the North of the town while the masons were starting to dig out the foundations for a dozen new similarly shaped houses. Soon after, they could start to raise the walls, which was all done surprisingly quickly. Within a day, the walls had already reached around the height of a child. Looking into the Northeastern direction, she could see smoke constantly rising up into the sky. The smoke wasn¡¯t caused by a mountain fire, but rather was the workings of the brick kilns. In particularly, there were several thick brick towers that had been erected, all of which at first glance, like a forest of colossal red tree trunks from the distance. Looking in the direction of the river, she could see some of the several sailboats that were arriving at Border Town every day since she had been here. Most of these sailboats came from Longsong Stronghold and were all loaded with so many items that the unloaded goods would almost fill up the entire shipyard. A group of guards were always patrolling around the yard while keeping those strange wooden pikes in their hands. Unlike the guards from some of the other cities¡¯ garrisons, they weren¡¯t walking around languidly for a short time before disappearing to find a place to hide and take a nap. No, they always marched in a straight line, moving between the terminal and the yard, and sometimes would even take the initiative to come forward and help to unload the ships, all of which Ashes had no memory of ever witnessing such a scene ever before. What kind of spell had Roland Wimbledon used that had given these people so much enthusiasm for constructing this new town in such a barren and desolated land? Just at that moment, from overheard, Ashes heard a burst of gugu sounds from a flock of birds. She raised her head and saw how a large fat pigeon dropped down from the sky and landed on her shoulder. ¡°Finally, I have found you,¡± said the dove beside her cheek. ¡°Has Tilly sent you?¡± Ashes pulled some wheat corns from her pocket and threw them on the roof. The Pigeon began to flap her wings in anger, which was probably supposed to mean something like, ¡°I¡¯m not a bird, gurr!¡± ¡°After you turn back into a human we can speak again.¡± ¡°Okay. goo,¡± when the voice faded, the pigeon¡¯s feathers suddenly expanded, and released a white light from the gaps between its feathers. Its head moved up, followed by the rapid expansion of its body. Simultaneously, its feathers began to shrink and were turned into a bundle of long white hair. No matter how many times she saw this happen, Ashes would always be amazed. Maggie¡¯s ability as a witch, which allowed her to change into a variety of birds, besides the problem that she was quite fat in her bird form, was wonderful and charming ability. She would even sometimes long to have Maggie¡¯s ability, rather than being an extraordinary who didn¡¯t have to be afraid of the power of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. She was much more eager to have the ability to travel from one place to another. With this ability, as long as she wanted to see Tilly, she could immediately go to her, no matter where Tilly was at the time. ¡°Even with the trace I could follow, it still wasn¡¯t that easy to locate your position, ah,¡± Maggie¡¯s entire body trembled as if she was drying her feathers, ¡°The distance was so far that my magical stone statue couldn¡¯t even sense the magical fluctuation coming from your mark. Fortunately, Shadow could still tell me your approximate whereabouts. When I flew over the Fallen Dragon Ridge, the magical stone finally showed some reaction.¡± In addition to her bunch of amazing white hair, the most eye-catching part of her was her short stature. She was obviously an adult, but until you reached her waist, she still had the exact same appearance as a young girl. If she untied her white hair, it could almost cover her entire body. ¡°Has Tilly safely arrived in the Fjords?¡± Ashes sat down and patted at the tiles beside her. The other side, just like a bird, obediently came over. ¡°She took the Empress of the Sea and had a safe travel, but during the second trip a strong Northwind came up and pushed the ship against the shore, fortunately no witch was killed. The third and fourth ships are still at sea; the moment I heard of your travel I came over to find you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± Ashes could finally feel some relief, although she felt disgusted when she saw the Prince¡¯s face, one thing he had said wasn¡¯t wrong. He was right that the voyage from the Kingdom of Graycastle to the Fjords would be filled with danger. The weather on the sea could change far more rapidly than here on land, and at the same time, it could also be much more violent than on land. What was an entirely blue sky of pleasant winds just moments before could turn into a storm within the blink of an eye. Fighting against the overwhelming waves, her extraordinary power appeared to be negligible. ¡°You both say the same thing,¡± Maggie continued, ¡°Shadow stated that you did not come back together with them because you wanted to recruit some new witches from Border Town. Rather than asking for more details, Lady Tilly just said ¡®That¡¯s good.¡¯ ¡± She paused and took a look at her surroundings, ¡°The new companions, where are they?¡± ¡°They do not want to leave,¡± Ashes sighed in regret and began to repeat her story. ¡°Compared to me, they seem to believe in the Lord of Border Town, who is Tilly¡¯s brother.¡± ¡°Lady Tilly was willing to accept us, and now even her brother is also prepared to take us in¡­ ah, to me this doesn¡¯t seem to be bad, gurr,¡± she leaned over, ¡°That being the case, shouldn¡¯t you already be on your way, on the road to the Fjords? Without your help, Lady Tilly cannot start the cleansing program.¡± Ashes shook her head, ¡°I still have to wait, I will leave immediately after the duel has finished.¡± ¡°But, you just said, even if you win, the other side still wouldn¡¯t take the initiative to accept your offer.¡± Maggie muttered, ¡°So why do you have to complete this test?¡± ¡°If there is a chance, I still want to try,¡± Ashes answer came quietly. ¡°The cleansing program has no immediate effect, but if I¡¯m able to bring a witch with me, Tilly¡¯s strength will definitely increase.¡± ¡°Well,¡± Maggie nodded, ¡°In that case. I will be staying here and wait for you so that we can both go back together, but there is still one thing you have to take note of. When I flew over the Fallen Dragon Ridge, I saw a group of riders flying the banner of the Church. They were about 10 strong.¡± ¡°That¡¯s isn¡¯t a very large number¡­ If they are raising their flag, that must mean they belong to the Army of Judges,¡± Ashes said in a cold voice, ¡°Except for Border Town, I don¡¯t think there is any other place near here that the Church would want to send their envoys. Their noses are as sensitive as a dog¡¯s.¡± ¡°All is well and good, we will keep this information to ourselves until I finish neatly defeating their knight. Afterward, I will tell him the news that the Church is approaching. Roland Wimbledon should finally realize what a terrible mistake he had made. How awesome would that be.¡± Chapter 164 Chapter 164 Highly Concentrated Acid Kyle Sichi had hardly gotten any sleep these past few days, he had soon discovered that coming to Border Town had been the wisest choice in his life. He had spent two full days and one night reading the complete book on ¡°Primary Chemistry¡±, and now that he had started to read it once more. Even though he had only slept for two or three hours, it was more than enough for him to be full of energy. Now, as he returned back to the first page, he started to read the ancient book carefully once more. Matter is made up of tiny particles! The changes of matter are from the decomposition and the recombination of those aforementioned particles! During the entire reaction process, the total amount of matter will always remain constant the entire time! For goodness sake. What kind of person could write such a book? Unexpectedly there are people some people who could see the world in such details that they could narrate it so clearly. More than once did he suspect that the contents of the book were actually all a fabrication, but after he did some alchemy tests according to the example given, the results were all fully in line with what was written in the book! Moreover, not only did this work during the experiments, no, he had also frequently seen some example of this working in reality, all of which showed that what was written in the book was correct. There were things such as ¡°Oxygen¡± which was described in Chapter 1. This gas is one of the main components of air, people were not breathing air to live, but rather the oxygen that came with it. A flame also required oxygen, to be able to burn, the combustion was essentially a kind of oxidation reaction. The more oxygen the fire was supplied with, the more intense the combustion would be. These words reminded him of the kilns they used in Silver City to burn glass. Two people had to constantly work on the blister bag in order to allow the furnace temperature to reach the level at which the gravel would start to melt. Since it was all made out of matter, this was also possible through alchemy¡­ no, it was simply a chemical reaction drawn out from pure oxygen. If it were possible to supply the furnace with pure oxygen, couldn¡¯t the blast equipment also be left out? And the most surprising part he had read in the book was that water was actually composed of two hydrogen particles and one oxygen particle. Which was probably also the reason why all creatures had to drink water. However, hydrogen seemed to be a gas, but when combined with oxygen which was also another type of gas, it became a liquid, how could this be possible? Kyle discovered that he still had many questions left unanswered and also many things to consider, but there was no doubt that with this new knowledge he had already left the other alchemist far behind. While they were still searching for formulas in their world filled with chaos and a fog of obscurity, he instead had a flat and straight road directly before his eyes. Whatever, I can leave this for later. Now, it is time to do some proper business. He finally closed the book, filled with reluctance. Looking out of the window he saw that at this point the horizon had already began to turn white, which meant that it was time for him to go to work. Kyle blew out the candle, and when he approached the bedroom, he saw that both his wife and daughter were still busy sleeping. Afterward, he stepped out of the house and closed the door quietly behind him. The house His Royal Highness had assigned to him laid in a district west of the castle. Comparing the new house with his former house in Silver City there were a lot of differences. The walls were now made out of brick instead of the quickly molding wood he had seen in Silver City. Furthermore, the house was also many times more comfortable and the kitchen utensils and furniture were all stocked with everything that they needed. Although he hadn¡¯t spoken about it out loud, deep down he was much more satisfied with this new life. His disciples lived in another district, two blocks away from him. Their house was much smaller, and they didn¡¯t have a room for themselves. Their house was a bit like an inn, where a bedroom had to be shared with four people. When he came to his laboratory at the Shishui River, he saw that his disciples have already been busy. They had all been carefully selected by Kyle. They had worked in the Alchemy Workshop almost from their childhood onwards, learning how to clean and sort the materials. By now all of them had already reached an age between twenty and thirty years old. Seeing that all the laboratory utensils and shiny glass containers were clean, Kyle nodded in satisfaction. ¡°Good morning, Chief Instructor,¡± seeing him enter, all the disciplines bowed and greeted him. ¡°Let¡¯s start.¡± Kyle took a pair of gloves from one of the cupboards, full of enthusiasm. These gloves were extremely slim and elastic. They were most probably made out of animal intestines. When he had worked in the Alchemy Workshop before this, they never had any provisions such as these, but the Prince had repeatedly stressed how dangerous it was to work and experiment with the chemicals. So, all the operating rules had to be strictly followed, such as when working with corrosive materials, they had to wear gloves the whole time and keep all of the windows open. Another difference between his previous work in the workshop and now was that he now had a clear task assigned to him. He had to make acid for His Royal Highness. The double stone acid method had already been used by his disciplines many times before, so Kyle only had to visit them from time to time and no longer needed to guide them through each and every step of the way. The two acids that they had to produce were described in detail in the book ¡°Primary Chemistry¡±, one was called sulfuric acid, and the other was called nitric acid. During his time in the Alchemy Workshop they had used different names for them, the former had been known as green vitriol acid and the latter as niter acid. Even though they had used different names for it, the preparation method was basically still the same, through the dry distillation of green vitriol and saltpeter, they could get acid vapor and then by condensing them together, they were able to collect the needed acid liquid. Green vitriol was usually mined together with sulfur, while there were special nitrate fields to satisfy the great demand of the big cities, so they were both a commonly found raw material. But His Highness stressed the point that the two acid concentrations had to be as high as possible, so he had deliberately decided to explain the purification method to Kyle. For example, the collected sulfuric acid could be heated up again, so that the remaining water evaporated until finally a concentration of up to 98% concentrated sulfuric acid could be reached. However, nitric acid was a lot of more trouble. According to His Royal Highness, nitric acid itself wasn¡¯t stable, it was actually pretty volatile. Because of this, using the usual method they could achieve a high concentration only to a certain extent, and if it then came in contact with light it would quickly break down again. So, they had to dilute the nitric acid with the concentrated sulfuric acid, only then could it be heated. The concentrated sulfuric acid would absorb water, while the nitric acid would evaporate. Regarding the problem with the light, the nitric acid had to be stored in a brown glass bottle. To make all of this possible, His Royal Highness had already specially prepared a thermometer for him. When Kyle saw it for the first time, he thought that it was very intricate. It was a hollow glass pipe filled with mercury, both ends of the tube were sealed so that they didn¡¯t have to worry about any mercury leakage while using it. Around the tube there were several lines drawn one above the other. When the temperature rose or fell, the mercury would follow, until it reached a constant position and the temperature could then be read. Today, the laboratory had produced three bottles of concentrated sulfuric acid and a bottle of concentrated nitric acid. At this concentration, he found that sulfuric acid wasn¡¯t flowing as smooth as water anymore. Rather, it was flowing like a sticky oil. And the nitric acid was no longer colorless and transparent with its high concentration, it had now turned into a light yellow liquid, and when the glass cap was opened, it would emit bursts of white smoke. ¡°Head Instructor, will we have to produce these two acids every day?¡± One of his disciples, a man named Amon asked. ¡°We have to do it until His Highness gives us a new task.¡± For a moment, Kyle paused, ¡°Why, are you worried that you won¡¯t have any time to discover your own alchemic formula?¡± Amon nodded. Seeing him so earnest, Kyle had to laugh, ¡°I forgot to tell you that later the title of Alchemist Instructor will soon become unnecessary, so you don¡¯t have to search for a new formula to become an alchemist.¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Amon was totally stunned, ¡°Don¡¯t need it?¡± The other disciplines had overheard his words and were now slowing down with the work at hand, and instead closely following along with their teacher¡¯s words. ¡°That¡¯s right, the future alchemist doesn¡¯t have to fumble with new formulas, instead they will need to have good memory and the ability of deduction,¡± Kyle clapped with his hands, which was the sign for the others to gather to his side. ¡°His Highness has given me a book titled, ¡°Primary Chemistry¡±. This is also the reason why I¡¯ve come to Border Town, if you thoroughly study through it, most of the world¡¯s formulas, can be inferred by using the book¡¯s contents. ¡°Can be inferred?¡± The disciples issued weak shouts. ¡°Yes, After I have read through it in detail, I will start to teach it to you,¡± Kyle announced, ¡°as for the way of promotion, His Highness has already explained this to me. In the future, you will have to pass a test that he had personally prepared to get the title of Chemist. Believe me, it won¡¯t take long before the honorary title of Chemist will be considered of a much higher rank than that of an Alchemist. And using the knowledge you have learned, even the Alchemist of the King¡¯s City¡¯s Alchemy Workshop wouldn¡¯t be able to catch up to you. ¡± Chapter 165 Chapter 165 Chase Lightning traveled back and forth between Border Town and the southern hills, while the parchments in her hands were slowly becoming all the more complete. This was her newly received task, together with Soraya, she had to draw a map of the Western Border. Flying together with Soraya, her flying height was significantly reduced, making it awfully difficult to fly over the forest. So she would first paint a rough outline of the topography, and later with Soraya, they would draw a more exact picture. By using her magic pen, the map would look like a view from up in the air, every detail seemingly totally lifelike. After a parchment was filled, Lightning would then turn around, and fly back to Border Town. Today, after a few months of training, her flying speed had only become faster and faster. According to the calculation method taught by Prince Roland, her full-speed flight had almost reached close to one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour. At this speed, the incoming strong wind made it nearly impossible for her to open her eyes. Because of this problem, Lightning thought that she had already reached her limit, but the day before yesterday, His Royal Highness had given her a gift. A headband made out of leather, with two copper ring wrapped into it. Embedded inside those copper rings was a pure and transparent glass, allowing her, for as long as she wore the headband, to be immune to the incoming wind. His Royal Highness had said that this headband is called ¡®windproof glasses¡¯, and that it was actually quite easy to manufacture, by melting some glassware. He had also said, that with her wearing the headband she would look even more like a small Ezreal. Lightning didn¡¯t know who this Ezreal person was, but she realized that even though the headband was only made out of cowhide, copper rings, and glass lenses, it had still needed a lot of effort to put something like this together. The complete piece of leather had a double layered structure to it so that it could wrap itself tightly around the inset copper rings. And also, to keep her from worrying that the leather band would scratch her skin, the headband had something similar to the buckle of a belt on it, with which she could adjust its size. Looking at it, it didn¡¯t give her the impression of something that had been just casually made. She immediately fell in love with this gift, almost to the extent that she wanted to wear it even when she was sleeping. Now, she only had to had to pull down the glasses, and she could keep on flying faster and faster, no longer needing to take into account the impact from the whistling wind. It wouldn¡¯t take very long before Lighting would reach the town, she had planned to immediately head back to the castle and hand over the new map to Soraya, but at that very moment a pale figure suddenly swept past the corner of her eye. Looking sideways, Lightning saw a pigeon with its wings extended gliding in the direction of Longsong Stronghold. Pigeons weren¡¯t very rare birds, but this one was quite different, it was really too big to be like normal pigeon, just the wings alone would be enough to satisfy her stomach for the length of a whole day. Lightning had to swallow down her saliva, she remembered the time when she had still lived on the island and caught some flying fish by hand later roasting them over the fire. Now, living under the roof of His Highness, although the food was very rich, having to eat bread with butter and mushroom soup for months on end, the food had started to become somewhat tasteless to her, so if she could catch a pigeon for roasting¡­ Reaching out to the pack of salt and pepper fastened to her waist, her decision was made. Turning around, Lightning flew straight toward the pigeon, and the pigeon quickly noticed the approach of the uninvited guest. It immediately folded its wings, diving downward and seemingly wanting to drill into the woods, to rid itself of this menacing hunter. Seeing this scene unfolding in front of her, Lighting was shocked, she would never have thought a pigeon could be this smart. A few seconds later, a broad grin spread across her face, and with a sudden turn, she followed the pigeon as it dove downwards. Since the Months of Demons had already ended, the little girl had become confident that nothing could escape from beneath her gaze. For a moment, the pigeon still skimmed over the treetops, but a moment later it lowered it altitude even further, entering the forest and flying extremely close to the ground. But the distance between itself and its hunter only became shorter and short, no matter how fast it beat its wings, it couldn¡¯t throw off Lightning¡¯s pursuit. The dense forest receded, and the sun would occasionally shine through the branches, becoming alternatives patches of light and shade. Until they finally flew through an open area, and their surrounding suddenly became open and bright. Grabbing hold of this opportunity, Lightning brought her speed up to maximum, instantly hugging the pigeon from behind and tumbling to the ground. The pigeon struggled heavily, trying to break free from its shackles. Lightning had already pulled out the knife from her waist, ready to finish off the game, but at this last moment, the dove opened its beak, ¡°Don¡¯t, goo! Help me, goo!¡± The little girls shock was so heavy, that she almost tossed her knife away. But she quickly regained her rationality, and asked, ¡°You, are you a witch?¡± As an answer, the pigeon nodded. ¡°And I thought I could finally taste another type of flavor,¡± Lightning sighed in regret, putting her knife away. ¡°My name is Lightning, what is your name?¡± The other expanded into a ball, and then turned into its human form, ¡°Maggie, you actually wanted to eat a bird!¡± the woman complained. ¡°I have already eaten a lot of them from before.¡± Lightning just shrugged her shoulder in response instead. She reached out her hand to pull Maggie up. All of a sudden, a bead rolled out from within Maggie¡¯s bosom, bouncing on to the ground twice, only to fall into a small pit. When Lightning quickly went over to pick up the bead, wanting to hand it back to Maggie, but found that the glass-like red bead with some strange letters engraved on it, seeming very familiar to her. After frowning for a moment, she grasped a string around her neck, and slowly pulled a dark red pendant from her chest. Placing both of it into her hands to compare them, she discovered that the pattern on them was exactly the same. ¡°What?¡± Shocking Maggie who was looking over her shoulder from the back. ¡°Why do you have a trace?¡± ¡°A trace ¡­ What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know what it is? This thing can respond to a magic stone, allowing the holder of the stone to locate your position.¡± Maggie suddenly stopped, ¡°No, why should I even tell this to you? Just now, you wanted to eat me!¡± ¡°Do you have such a magic stone?¡± ¡°There are,¡± Maggie nodded her head. ¡°So, can you find my position?¡± Lightning asked curiously. ¡°No, it must match the magic stone to be able to locate the corresponding mark.¡± She replied very agilely this time, ¡°and only us witches can use this. If you don¡¯t know this already, how were you even able to get one?¡± ¡°It was my dad who gave it to me,¡± Lightning returned the bead to Maggie. ¡°What about you? ¡°I won¡¯t tell you,¡± Maggie answered grudgingly, but then she stared curiously at the other girl. ¡°You belong to the Witch Cooperation Association, and Ashes said, that you do not want to leave Border Town.¡± ¡°You belong to her side?¡± Lightning curled up her lips in disdain, ¡°And I thought you were a new witch who was attracted by the rumor. Us witches here have a good life, why should we leave?¡± ¡°Because of the danger ah, the church may come here at any time, bringing their Army over with them.¡± ¡°An explorer will never shrink away from something because it is too dangerous,¡± When Lightning spoke out aloud, her face turned slightly red, well¡­ the Stone Tower doesn¡¯t count. It is only a matter of time before I visit the ruin again, and by then I must be the first to enter the basement. ¡°Furthermore, His Highness Roland Wimbledon has a lot of incredible invention, as long as you have seen them once, you will immediately become attracted to them. One can turn a fist-sized ball into a weapon, and when someone is hit by it, they are torn into pieces.¡± ¡°Really? Can you take me to see them?¡± Maggy exclaimed in admiration. ¡°That won¡¯t do, unless you join the Witch Alliance, and become one of us.¡± ¡°But I have to go back with Ashes¡­¡± Maggie hesitated. ¡°Then you can come back later, ah,¡± Lightning continued her coaxing. ¡°Here you can have a lot of fun. We have machines which move on their own using heated water, there are also weapons which are able to attack over a distance of a thousand meter, uh¡­ are you asking yourself how far a thousand meters is? All in all, it is very far, if you look at people from one kilometer away, they will seem to be about the size of a tree branch.¡± Making many gestures with her hands and feet, ¡°and there are even many more possibilities to go play within the Concealing Forest. Things like poking honeycombs, gathering so many mushrooms that you couldn¡¯t even count all of it, and hunting birds and the wild boars are all so very interesting. Peeling off their fur and roasting them over the campfire. You only have to sprinkle a little salt and pepper on them, and you can relish and eat as much tasty meat as you would ever want.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Maggie couldn¡¯t help but start licking her lips. ¡°Why should I lie to you,¡± Lightning hooked her arm around Maggie¡¯s shoulder, ¡°On the other hand, we might even go hunt a bird and roast it, right now!¡± TN: I changed Izawa Riel into Ezreal. Also I really loved this chapter ???? Chapter 166 Chapter 166 On the eve of the decisive battle On the fifth day after their agreement, Roland had finally readied all the raw material he needed for the production of the celloidin. He had made some serious mistakes in the beginning with the electrolysis of the salt water, he wanted to take advantage of the left-over copper strips from Anna¡¯s bullet production and use them as electrodes, but the final result was that the electrodes had dissolved in the water, giving birth to the possibility of forming chlorine during the electrolysis. With this the whole basin of saltwater was wasted. The electrolyte was generally saturated salt water, but the problem was that the salt in this era was not as cheap as the price of cabbage. Therefore, when the water was drained and Roland detected that the copper ions had mixed into the brine, turning it also into waste. Roland felt as if he was throwing away gold royals instead of just salt. In the end, he was able to solve this problem by replacing the electrodes with carbon. By adding caustic soda to the boiling water to dislodge the oil, he obtained an absorbent cotton gauze. He then later brought over the leftover caustic soda back to the chemistry lab. The esterification of the celloidin was the most important step in the production process, but he didn¡¯t exactly know how he could achieve this. Roland only knew that he would have to soak the gauze in the mixed acid and when the nitrification process was complete, he could then take it out. Whether it was the solution ratio or the duration of the reaction, he didn¡¯t know anything about this. So with this in mind, Roland ordered Kyle to form groups and run some experiments. Using hourglasses to observe the time, the pieces of cotton gauze were repeatedly dipped into the mixed acid and rinsed with water. At the last step they were soaked in a sodium hydroxide solution to remove the excess liquid acid. Afterward, the still wet products were then shipped back to the castle, where they got air-dried by Wendy. The result was that the best esterification process would be achieved by using the highly concentrated fuming acid, and with it, most of the trial product could also be quickly ignited. In the end to achieve the best effect with the gun-cotton would be to use the technique of first soaking it in sulfuric acid and after that in the nitric acid. When the rough formula was finally calculated, the laboratory would then start with the mass production and immediately after the soaking and washing process was completed would it be brought away by the First Army. In the end, even the Chief Instructor did not know what exactly it was that they had actually produced. The dry gauze was cut into tiny fingernail sized pieces by the maidservants and afterward were stored in separate boxes, they were then sent to the North Slope Mountain, there in the backyard they would complete the final loading phase. In the absence of machines, the process could only be done by using basic manpower. A bunch of guards would have to sit down, dip the gun-cotton in the adhesive and gently push it into the bottom of each cartridge, this way sealing the ignition hole. They then carefully poured in the gunpowder with a funnel, compacting it as far as possible and making sure that each cartridge received and equal share of the propellant. The final step was to place the warhead on top of the cartridge. The warheads and cartridges were made by Anna who had to ensure that they would fit together so perfectly, that only a few gentle taps with a hammer were required to seal them. The efficiency of production was very low, in one day they weren¡¯t even able to produce more than 100 bullets. Then on the sixth day, Carter could finally start using the new weapon. Since the Chief Knights body fulfilled every qualification that was required to be an excellent marksman, his hit rate had been greatly improved after repeated practice over the last few days. Compared to the performance he had shown right after Roland introducing the weapon to him, it was like the difference between heaven and earth. After fixing the problems with the ammunition, Carter no longer had to use his previous strange shooting posture, with him always having to point the gun downwards. Now, as long as the sealing collodion didn¡¯t break, the gun chamber could easily be kept clean. And since it was several times more flammable than the black powder, the fast firing rate was also guaranteed. Taking advantage of the last day of time they had left, Roland allowed Carter to train his rapid gun drawing and even dual-pistol shooting skills. The recoil of the 12mm pistols was so strong, that it quickly became difficult to guarantee that the second shot would score while holding the gun only with one hand. But in Roland¡¯s plan, Carter would first hold back, letting Ashes draw in close and then start with his surprise attack. Taking into account that Carter would carry two guns during the duel, if the fight ever turned to close combat, with ten bullets his success should be guaranteed. If the opponent closed in too quickly, Carter could quickly pull out his second gun. And taking into account that Ashes¡¯ weapon offered a certain degree of defense, Roland deliberately chose the not easily deformed steel bullets, increasing its penetration ability instead of using bullets with a high lethality. With the limits of the current era¡¯s smelting technology, Ashes great sword was in all likelihood made out of pig iron to exaggerate its form without bringing any actual quality improvements. On the contrary, such bulky iron weapons were not actually fully forged, which lead to the problem that the internal stress distribution would become uneven, and with this, they could only be called a good shield. From Roland¡¯s point of view, her weapon could be classified at best, to be of common quality. So as long as their luck wasn¡¯t awful tomorrow, the possibility of being hit by ricocheting bullets was very low. If Ashes wanted to beat Carter, she would first have to close the distance, which was a cold weapons inherent disadvantage against hot weapons. As long as her eyesight wasn¡¯t exaggerated to such a large degree that she could even track the ballistic curves, allowing her to instantly dodge the bullets, the starting distance should actually be an insurmountable gap. * Maggie flew back to Ashes room only after the sky had already started to turn dark. ¡°Why are you coming back so late these past few days?¡± Ashes asked after closing the window. ¡°Lightning took me with her to catch some birds,¡± When Maggie had changed back to her human form, she took a roasted bird leg out of her pocket, immediately filling the room with an overflowing aroma, ¡°I deliberately left a piece for you.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve eaten,¡± Ashes shook her head. ¡°Is Lightning one of the witches in the Witch Cooperation Association?¡± ¡°Gooo,¡± Maggie nodded frantically, ¡°her ability is similar to mine, like me she can also soar in the skies, but her ability is much more easier to use than mine.¡± After pausing for a moment, she then asked, ¡°Sister Ashes, do you insist on beating them? I feel¡­ that they aren¡¯t actually ever going to go with you, and they live here quite well. ¡° Ashes was startled by this unexpected question and didn¡¯t answer. ¡°Because, even I want to stay here now, goo,¡± Maggie sat down on the bed and self-servingly said, ¡°The bed is soft, and the food we get is also sumptuous. I noted that when it was time for lunch, the Lord specifically placed the table in the backyard so that he could dine together with the witches after their practice. Everyone was talking and laughing, and he occasionally also gives a few words, he looks completely different than those aristocrats that hate us. This afternoon Lightning had taken me with her to play Gwent, it is a game playable for two and they even gave me two decks, Ashes sister, do you want to play together with me? I will teach you.¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Ashes shook her head and took a deep breath. She was aware of the changes taking place during the past few days, but right now, she suddenly realized that her thoughts seem to have been caught up in a misunderstanding. These days, the majority of witches were living in fear, living without any purpose, their only pursuit was to live a comfortable and stable life. The same could be said about Maggie before she had been accepted by Tilly. She had lived within the reeds of a thatched house in the slums of King¡¯s City, just like a real bird, she had spent her nights within the slits of the roof beams. Even after Tilly had decided to cross the seas eastwards, Maggie was still running around, contacting those other witches living in hiding, without even stopping once in the last six months. Most probably she was experiencing a life of peace and quiet for the first time ever. Wasn¡¯t it exactly the same for me? After I have met Tilly, I suddenly lived a life I had never dared to dream of. But now, after being accustomed to a relatively quiet life in the palace, I ignored the attraction of what it means to finally call a place my home again, in the eyes of those others witches, this is something they have never had before. It is only logical that they want to keep on staying here, wanting to protect their territory and all the feelings it contains, for me it is probably also the reason that I want to protect Tilly in the first place¡­ If Roland Wimbledon really does what he has said he would, with him being able to resist the God¡¯s Punishment Army, there is no doubt that living in Border Town will be a better choice than traveling to the Fjords and establishing a Kingdom of Witches in that strange land. It seems to be just the place that our hearts are yearning for, but in the end, how much they will have to suffer no one can really predict. However, if he is unable to resist the church, will the other witches leave? Ashes mood suddenly cooled down. Changing the perspective of her thoughts, if Tilly is unable to gain a foothold in the Fjords, I am afraid I will choose to stand beside her, guarding her until the last moment. As the person who I decided to be leading me towards my destiny, I won¡¯t leave her in before reaching it. ¡°Living here you will always be under the threat of the Church, and if they are unable to stop the God¡¯s Punishment Army, it is only a matter of time before Border Town will be destroyed.¡± Indeed, the test was no longer necessary¡­ but Ashes still decided to go through with it. In order to wake them up and prove her point. ¡°And if they can stop them?¡± Maggie muttered. ¡°I hope so too, so I will help them to verify this point.¡± Ashes voice became gradually smaller. Finally closing her eyes, she was now ready to go all out. Chapter 167 Chapter 167 Victory They chose to hold the competition at the foot of the western City wall. As for the spectators, in addition to Roland, there were also Iron Axe, Sir Pine, Brian and all the members of the Witch Alliance. Plus, a fat pigeon who was squatting on the floor and looking upwards. In order to avoid an incident where other people were accidently hit by bullets, everyone who wanted to follow the test had to board and sit on the wall. Furthermore, the two fighters, the Chief Knight Carter Landis and the extraordinary witch Ashes would both be fighting close to the wall. Carter¡¯s attire was no longer like the heavy knight armor he wore in the past, rather he now wore leather clothes which were easy to move in. He even had a custom-made holsters at his waist, giving him the opportunity to insert a revolver on both the left and right sides separately. In addition there was also a knife fitted horizontal on his back, which could be used in the case of an emergency. But Roland knew, if Carter had to fall back to using the knife during the fight with an extraordinary, it would be better to just throw in the towel. Ashes was still wearing the same dress as usual, a black robe covered her whole body while her black hair was tied into a ponytail, which was falling naturally down behind her. Seemingly completely ignoring that this would create an extra weakness for herself. The only difference with now was, that the clothes wrapped around her great sword had been uncovered, showing her dark brown blade, which reflected almost no light. It was exactly like Roland had expected, the sword surface was totally uneven, completely unlike a well-forged weapon¡¯s. And because of the lack of maintenance she had provided to her weapon, the weapon had already begun to rust at the places where pieces had been cut out of it. When the two stepped on to the stage, Carter constantly adjusted their position, until they had a distance of around 15 meters between each other. At this distance, during his training he would have a more than 80% firing accuracy. Taking the two pistols out of his holsters, Carter checked for the last time whether there were any issues with the bullets or the barrel. Roland had Echo mimic and amplify his voice, ¡°The rules of the duel are very simple: -You are not allowed to move before the starting signal! -You can always throw in the towel! ¨C As long as one of you do not receive an instant-kill, Nana¡¯s healing ability will be able to soon restored you to your original state! Are there any questions left?¡± After waiting for a moment and seeing that neither of them had anything to say, Roland went on and said, ¡°When the bell rings, the duel will begin!¡± Ashes silently sized up her opponent. As an extraordinary, most of the time, she just listened to her instincts when fighting. Furthermore, Tilly had also made it possible for her to take lessons from the best fencing masters in the palace, but she had always felt that these skills had only helped her in a minimal way. Her opponent this time was the Prince¡¯s Chief Knight, but contrary to his rank, he didn¡¯t bear the common sword and shield, or spear equipment, he wasn¡¯t even dressed in his usual armor. The weapons in his hands looked very strange, but according to its shape, it obviously couldn¡¯t be regarded as a dagger or any other weapon related to the close fighting category. That meant that there was only one possibility left, it had to be similar to hand crossbows, which was a long-range striking weapon. Against an extraordinary, crossbows were no threat at all, at least this was what she had learned on her own during a lot of fights. As long as it was a hand crossbows, she could even catch the flying arrows empty-handed. But when she looked at the Prince¡¯s confident expression, she knew that the weapons in her opponent¡¯s hands were more than likely not as simple a thing as an ordinary crossbow. Her instincts told her, that she should close in to the knight as soon as possible, rather than waiting for the other side to release his external attack. Because of this plan, before the duel even started, Ashes thrust her sword into the ground, taking a pose that gave off no threat, but this was actually the most effective way for her to deal with an opponent using a crossbow. At this moment, the crisp sound of a bell ringing could be heard coming from the direction of the wall. Almost at the same time, Ashes firmly grasped the sword handle, putting all of her power into moving it forward. Throwing soil, grass, and even gravel into the sky with the wide side of her blade, letting it splash in the direction of the knight and forming a wall of sand between them. The Chief Knight¡¯s reaction was also very fast, releasing a burst of flame from the arms in his hands, accompanied by a huge roar. But Ashes didn¡¯t see any arrows flying out of them, which means that he had either forgotten to install them or that they were coming too fast for her to see. Compared with the first option that would be considered an idiot mistake, Ashes thought that the latter option was much more likely. Under the cover of the sand screen, Ashes started her sprint. Within the blink of an eye, the distance between the two of them was narrowed to half while the sand screen had still not yet completely landed on the ground. Most people would subconsciously try to avoid being covered by the flying dirt, so as long as she could interrupt the other side from continuing to shoot, Ashes has most likely already won. But Carter did not move from his position, he completely disregarded the sand hitting his face, squinting his eyes together while constantly following the movement of the extraordinary with his weapons, once again pulling the triggers of his weapons and sending out another burst of flames and a roar. On a conditional reflex Ashes stepped to the side, but until now she had still not seen any arrows or any other projectiles coming at her, while the knight also didn¡¯t show any movement of pulling any strings or having to prepare the next arrow. This new weapon could probably be launched continuously, but since the first two consecutive shot have missed, the outcome has already been decided! Closing the last ten steps in the blink of an eye, she had already appeared in front of the knight, holding her sword vertical, pressing her feet against the ground preparing to directly smash into the knight. Normally being hit by such an impact, her opponent would not die instantly, but it should still be enough to cause him to faint. Even if he were able to hold on with his strong battle will, the crushed bones in his chest would still make him completely lose the ability to fight. In last breath before the moment of impact, Ashes could hear, for the third time, the bursting sound coming from the other side. Then a moment later, she felt as her sword was hit, followed by a crisp breaking sound and her right abdomen then suddenly becoming numb, it felt as if it had been severely grabbed by someone. Almost at the same time, her whole body smashed into Carter¡¯s chest, directly sending him into the air, making him draw an arc and then sliding over the ground. Until now, she had such a strong battle-will that she was able to totally disregard her waist injury. But just then, as if she had gotten a hit to her head, a strong sense of dizziness suddenly came over her mind. She staggered two steps forward, nearly falling to the ground as if her extraordinary magic had directly poured out of her body like water from a broken flask, causing her limbs to become unbearable heavy. Ashes had to use her sword to hold up her body, and the previous numb wound then started to turn into a searing pain, it felt as if a part of her waist was now missing. Looking down she could even see her own viscera spilling out. Biting her tongue, she kept herself from falling. ¡­ In Roland¡¯s eyes, the whole process of the duel didn¡¯t last much longer than four or five seconds. He saw how the extraordinary witch threw dirt towards Carter, while he started to launch his own assault. During the middle, Ashes once changed her direction but by then she had already severely collided with the Knight¡¯s body. But within this short moment of time, Carter was still able to shot three rounds of bullets, which was beyond what Roland had thought would be possible. Having to face the unusual fast approaching Ashes, I¡¯m afraid even if I only had to follow the opponents movements closely, it would already have been awfully difficult for me to achieve, but he could not only follow her and aim but he was even able to shoot at her three times, fully proving that the title of Chief Knight wasn¡¯t for show. The fact that the first two rounds had missed was totally normal, in fact, if Ashes had continued to use her speed and changed her direction, I¡¯m afraid Carter shots would have never hit her. The key part was in the third round, in the final five or six meters. During that part, Ashes was holding her great sword in front of her chest as a shield and had gone in a straight line for the impact. If it was a crossbow or even heavy crossbow, even if they hit against her sword, they wouldn¡¯t have caused any impact to an extraordinary. But the 12mm caliber ammunition together with the steel warheads at that distance would show an unparalleled power. Roland then saw black fragments splattering into the air, soon followed by blood and gore. When Ashes finally stood firmly again, the Prince discovered that a large part of her waist was now gone, giving the impression as if there was a beast that had chewed out a large chunk of meat out of her. Her guts had also fallen out of her wound, and were hanging down the side of her body. Looking at her sword he saw that the lower part of the great sword now had a bowl-shaped gap in it. Probably caused by when the bullet had gone through her sword, the unstable warhead and the broken-out pieces of her sword had hit into her waist, causing her such an immense wound. Even while seriously injured, she had still not fainted. Only by purely relying on her extraordinary power could she still stand upright on the battlefield, showing off her terrible physical power. If it were the lead balls from before or only the bullet, I am afraid she could have just ignored them. Maggie was the first one who arrived at Ashes side. With a face full of anxiety, she tried to hold her friend up, but unfortunately, her figure was so short, that she could only grab Ashes around her legs. Nana was also already rushing in the direction of Carter to treat him, while Roland instead quickly moved in front of Ashes. Seeing him appear, it seems she had only waited for this moment. ¡°I won¡­¡± Finishing what she wanted to say, she didn¡¯t even wait for Roland¡¯s reaction, she instead fell straight against his shoulders. Chapter 168 Chapter 168 Recall ¡°Scram! Dirty beggar!¡± Someone pushed hard against her, but she did not move a bit. Instead, it was the assaulter who was the one to stagger two steps back. The man¡¯s arrogant expression disappeared from his face and instead instantly turned into one of shock. A moment later he abruptly turned around and left with his tail between his legs. During this whole time, she remained unaffected and kept on moving through the crowd. When they saw the worn-out woman, most of the people stepped out of her way while frowning. In this way, she was able to slowly move further in the direction of Grayastle¡¯s inner city gate. Although there were traditionally no walls separating the inner city, the people had erected a symbolic gate made out of wood and garlands to better control the sea of people. On both sides of the gate stood two neatly arranged rows of armor-wearing warriors, all of whom had an exquisite armor that was dazzlingly reflecting the shimmering sunlight. With their spread-out eagle wings on their shoulders it gave off the impression that they desired to fly off into the sky. The iris flower decoration hanging over their chests together with their heroic and handsome faces had gathered their own group of rich housewives that were shouting and quarreling over them. The warriors were all wearing red capes that fell down to the ground. They seemed to be a red wall if you were to look at them from behind. It was these handsome and mighty warriors who were responsible for dividing the crowd, forming a wide and vacant road which was only usable by the more influential families. Many banners were flying in the wind alongside the road, and a lot of the strip-shaped golden-colored flags were hanging from the flagpoles, giving off a quite, solemn and respectful presence. The banners were embroidered with many different designs, but most of them were covered by the tower and the pike. She knew that this pattern represented the Royal Family of the Kingdom of Graycastle, who was also the organizer of today¡¯s ceremony. Today they held the royal ceremony to celebrate the day of adulthood of the 5th Princess, Tilly Wimbledon. Since it was made public one week ago, this matter had already created a great public buzz, so much that everyone in the city already knew about it. In addition to the local aristocracy of the Kingdom of Graycastle, the envoys from the other kingdoms had also come. They were all carrying plenty of gifts and marriage proposals in the hope of earning the favor of 5th Princess. Even the Church had sent an Archbishop to preside over the ceremony. The ceremony would be held at the city center of the Square of Dawn. At that time, the royal family would start to give away meat porridge and thick soup, which was also the reason why the event had attracted so many people. However, she hadn¡¯t come for the food. Her goal was the Archbishop. If she was able to kill an Archbishop under the watchful eyes of the King. It would make it impossible for the Church to cover up the incident, ending up in a great loss of face for them. Tasting such a sweet flavor of revenge made her feel endlessly excited. Touching her chest, she reassured herself that the snatched knife was still there. Although the knife was of poor quality, it would be enough to kill a mortal. At this moment, the crowd suddenly released a burst of overwhelming cheers, interrupting her from her thoughts. Looking in the direction of the Inner City, she discovered that the rows of the Knights from the Kingdom of Graycastle had begun to slowly march forward. The Knight in the front was the dressed in the shiniest armor, like a flickering flame his gold-embroidered red cloak fluttered behind him as he walked. The Knights were followed by a carriage which was being dragged by four fine horses that moved side by side. The Royal Family¡¯s emblem was carved into the wall of the carriage and its wheels and frames were plated in gold. On the roof of the carriage there floated a scarlet burgee, while a gold-embroidered silken fabric was hanging over each corner of the carriage. At first glance, the whole carriage looked like a flowing golden ocean. Mixing herself in with the crowd of people who were following along the carriage, she was also able to set foot on the Plaza of Dawn. The inner area of the plaza was isolated by a row of guards, only allowing the aristocracy to get a close look at the ceremony taking place. She estimated that she would have to stop here for now. But, as soon as the Archbishop stepped into the plaza, she would immediately dart over, needing only a few breaths of time to reach him, leaving it impossible for him to escape from her grasp. One young person after another jumped out of the royal carriage and slowly moved onto the central stage. They were most probably Wimbledon III¡¯s five children. Within these people, she also detected the 5th Princess Tilly Wimbledon. There was no doubt that the 5th Princess was the protagonist of the day. Her eyes were full of intelligence and clear like two gems; her light makeup together with her long braided gray hair gave her a refreshing and simple impression; standing within that group of brothers and sisters she looked outstanding; the pattern embroidered on her dress wasn¡¯t complicated at all, and it was perfectly matched together with her temperament. But what was most incredible was that she had actually looked all over the rows of people, even directly into her eyes, smiling and nodding slightly, as if the Princess was greeting her personally. This definitely hadn¡¯t been an illusion. In that short moment, an incomparable feeling of closeness was born inside of her, like they were friends who had known each other for years, warm and sweet. It wasn¡¯t born from any blood relation or by being of similar social status, but rather it came from¡­ the resonance of their magic. She unconsciously released the strong grip on the handle of her knife, and instead began to quietly watch as the woman that was walking on the stage. Not long after the ceremony, she was found by two guards who had been tasked with escorting her to the palace. As long as she herself didn¡¯t want to follow them, the guards would have never been able to stop her. But she did not ask anything from them, she just simply began to follow the two further into the inner city, until they finally reached the magnificent palace that stood at the end of the road. Within a secret room of the palace, she met with the 5th Princess for the first time. ¡°¡­So it was like this.¡± ¡°It¡¯s an unfortunate story, and afterward you¡¯ve eventually come to live within the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Do not worry. In the future, you will not have to wander around any longer. From now on you¡¯ll be staying with me.¡± ¡°I will give you a good makeup and make sure that they will not be able to recognize your face.¡± ¡°I have heard that the monastery was destroyed by a fire and that all the children have gone missing. Only ruins and ashes are left of the buildings.¡± ¡°Do you have a name from before that time?¡± ¡°In that case, from now on your name will be Ashes.¡± ¡­ When Ashes opened her eyes, the first thing that caught her eye was Maggie¡¯s face. The other side blinked a few times and then she came up and embraced Ashes, ¡°You finally woke up goo!¡± Ashes tried to move her lower fingers, only to discover that she wasn¡¯t hit by the weakness or numbness that she had expected. Furthermore, she also felt that there was no pain coming from her waist. ¡°How long have I been asleep?¡± ¡°One afternoon,¡± Maggie said, ¡°Nana said that your medical treatment was already completed and you could wake up at anytime. But when you wake up your body will feel very tired and you will first have to rest for a while. However, when you wake up for the second time you should feel much better and all of your energy should already have recovered.¡± Ashes began to pat Maggie¡¯s head and slowly sat up on the bed and opened her clothes to examine herself. Only to discover that her abdomen was now completely intact. The huge wound was gone as if it only had been a nightmare, and now after she had woken up, it had disappeared into nothingness. ¡°She is ¡­ how did she heal me?¡± ¡°I think that you would prefer not to know about it,¡± Maggie begun, but when she saw the determination in Ashes¡¯ eyes she decided to continue, ¡°They put the scattered¡­ goo, parts of your body back into their places, and then filled the stomach wound back up. When everything was back in its place, Nana began to release her magic, restoring your stomach back to its original state. The more parts they collected, the faster she could heal you, and if something was completely absent, she would be unable to grow it back again.¡± Ashes felt goosebumps all over her body, ¡°All of the dirt and grass my body parts was stained with, were they also¡­¡± ¡°When Nana was healing you, all the dirt was discharged out of your body. It seems that her ability can distinguish between what is useful and what is harmful.¡± Hearing this, she felt relieved and tried to stand up from her bed, testing how much power her body had recovered by now. The result was that it was completely opposite to what Nana had previously said. After waking up, she couldn¡¯t feel any traces of weakness from her body. Instead, it felt as if she now possessed even more power than she¡¯d had in the past. After putting on her black robe, Ashes took a look at the sky outside of the window and then started walking toward the door. ¡°Where are you going?¡± Maggie asked, confused. ¡°I¡¯m going to see His Royal Highness,¡± Ashes answered without looking back. Chapter 169 Chapter 169 Farewell Entering his office, she met once again with Roland Wimbledon. At this moment, he was still busy writing, probably dealing with government affairs. The sun was already going down behind the western mountains, infecting the sky with a touch of gold. The last of the sun¡¯s light was still shining through the windows, throwing long shadows across the table. Waiting until the Prince put down his quill, Ashes declared: ¡°I won.¡± ¡°Indeed, you won.¡± The other simply acknowledge it with a nod. That Roland would yield in such a frank and straightforward manner came for her unexpected. She had thought that he would still try to quibble about it, never believing that he would recognize the result so easily. ¡°But I admit that you have the power to fight against the God¡¯s Punishment Army,¡± Ashes continued, ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Army isn¡¯t impervious to sword and spear, their body strength is similar to mine, but they have lost their consciousness and ability to think. Which is also the reason why I can simultaneously cope with three of them at once. ¡°If during the previous test the Knight¡¯s opponent had been a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, I think that they would have just simply rushed forward. Because of this, the God¡¯s Punishment Army cannot be sent out like the Army of Judges can. If my guess isn¡¯t wrong, the Church has to always send someone who will lead them during the fight.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Roland smiled. ¡°This information is very important.¡± ¡°What was the new weapon your knight was using?¡± ¡°A firearm,¡± Roland explained, ¡°In the future, all of my soldiers will be equipped with this kind of weapon. Even an untrained farmer, as long as they have a gun, will be able to defeat even a well-trained Judge.¡± For a moment, Ashes hesitated but then she still asked, ¡°Can you give one of those firearms to me?¡± ¡°Unless you join the Witch Alliance that will be impossible,¡± Roland said determined, ¡°after all, at present this weapon is still very rare.¡± Having already expected his refusal, she let go of her anger. ¡°I have to meet up with Tilly as soon as possible, so early tomorrow morning I will be leaving Border Town. If you aren¡¯t able to push the church back, you can always move to the Fjord, asking for asylum.¡± Roland nodded, ¡°You too, do not forget to tell my dear sister the news, that at the western border of the Kingdom of Graycastle there is a place which shelters witches. ¡°¡­¡± For a moment Ashes fell silent, ¡°I will consider it.¡± As she prepared to leave the office, but the Prince stopped her unexpected, ¡°Wait, I have a gift for you. It is behind the door.¡± A gift? She stared blankly into the air, but when she came back to herself she turned around and saw that there was huge sword placed beside the door and because it had been previously blocked by the open door she hadn¡¯t noticed it when she had entered the office. ¡°Your sword cannot be used any longer, so I let Anna create a new one for you. This sword, however, isn¡¯t made out of poor quality pig iron, no this is made out of pure steel.¡± Indeed, its whole body surface was evenly smoothed, in the light of the sunset, it held an orange-red metallic luster. Stepping forward, she gently stroked the sword, discovering that the blade¡¯s thickness was very uniform. Showing traces that it had gone through a tempering process, there was no doubt that this was a weapon of excellent quality. The only thing which still puzzled Ashes, was its strange shape. Compared with the usual double-edged sword blade system, it only had one blade, while the other edge was about as wide as her little finger. Furthermore, it didn¡¯t possess a tip, instead it end was trapezoidal. But the most peculiar part of the sword was that within the first quarter of the sword, strange runes had been carved into it. In addition, there was also a half-moon painted at the blunt edge of the sword. The moon was painted in gold, and was thus very eye-catching. Although she didn¡¯t want show how much she loved it, she still could not stop herself from impulsively reaching out and picking it up. ¡°Why does it looks so strange¡­?¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s not a normal weapon,¡± Roland laughed, ¡°it¡¯s called ¡®Ashbringer¡¯, and it¡¯s of the legendary rank compared to your previous greatsword of the white rank.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Ashes decided that she didn¡¯t really need to know what those inexplicable words which had come out of his mouth were supposed to mean, ¡°In that case, I will accept the gift from you and in return, I will also give you something back.¡± ¡°Oh? What would that it be?¡± The Prince¡¯s curiosity was picked. But Ashes however, didn¡¯t answer, instead, she straight went out of the room. * On next morning, when Roland opened the door to his office, he once more saw Nightingale sitting at his desk and nibbling on a dry fish. ¡°They¡¯re gone.¡± ¡°Have both of them left?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Nightingale answered lazily, ¡°They left the moment it was bright enough for them to see the road, Wendy was also there to send them off on their journey.¡± Roland couldn¡¯t stop himself from being deeply moved, after all, Wendy was concerned for every sister, not to mention the witches who had helped her escape from the monastery. Because, of this, he had thought Wendy would follow Ashes when she left, never imagining that she would be the first to refused the other party¡¯s invitation. With this, the Witch Alliance still had all twelve of their members, which left Roland with the feeling as if his whole body was filled with energy. ¡°Do you think they¡¯re going to spread the news about another safe haven to the other witches on the other side of the sea?¡± ¡°Maybe, maybe not,¡± Nightingale said ominously while leaning back in his chair. ¡°But when they meet a problem they cannot solve themselves, they will definitely think of Border Town.¡± Closing his eyes, Roland went through the memories of the former 4th Prince in his mind. Tilly and he had never been very close, or it could be better said that she had always maintained a certain distance from everyone, even her father, Wimbledon III was no exception to this. In addition to her good looks, she had also shown an outstanding sense of wisdom through her childhood, Roland¡¯s mind did not have any more information about her. When had the 5th Princess started to secretly harbor witches, or when had she begun to develop her plans regarding the trip to the Fjords, Roland didn¡¯t know anything about this. But this also didn¡¯t matter as much, for now, she could be regarded as a natural ally in the fight against the Church. After all, with both of them resisting the Church they also shared a common goal for now. As for dispatching Theo and letting him spread the news about the safe haven for witches, this also can¡¯t really be called a futile endeavour either. In the end, the awakening to a witch is still a random event, so it is impossible that Tilly will be able to take in all of the witches. Especially now after her organization is also busy withdrawing, the other new witches will be all the more urgent to find another shelter. Now that I have gotten the news about the existence of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, the next task I will have at hand is to expand the production scales of those two acids. More efficient gunpowders or explosives cannot be done without using nitric acid and sulfuric acid. When all the members of the First Army have replaced their old weapon with a runner rifle, by using the rifled barrel and also the new bullet there will be a large improvement in the firing accuracy. Therefore, training was of utmost importance. In a time without fire curtains, an experienced veteran with exquisite shooting skills was worth ten rookies randomly spraying bullets around. But during this time the bullet consumption will also increase by a staggering amount. Furthermore, there was still the problem of the black powder which remained in the barrel after firing a bullet, causing the rifle to clog and also reducing the barrel¡¯s expected lifetime. Only by using smokeless gun powder can this problem be solved. In fact, earlier versions of smokeless gunpowder were in fact made out of nitrocellulose, while the later stages of it was made out of a mixture of nitrocellulose and something else. The at present used the sealing method of nitric acid soaked gun-cotton was quite inadequate, not to mention the amount of gun-cotton he would end up needing. After all, the laboratory production will only be enough for small-scale production, if I want to meet the needs of a whole army, an industrial scale laboratory will also be needed. Unfortunately, the chemical industry is a complete stranger to me, so, for now, I¡¯m unable to think of any usable solutions. In addition, the education progress cannot be slowed down. It isn¡¯t just important to spread elementary cultural knowledge, no, the ideological transformation also has to be implemented as soon as possible. The original citizen of Border Town have already experienced the ordeal of the Months of Demons, with the propaganda spread by the First Army, they accept the witches to a much higher degree now, but within the outsiders coming in, the indoctrination of the Church will still be present. And right now the foreign population is busy rapidly rising, especially the serfs, they are all still living in their wooden sheds near the Shishui River, claiming it to be the town¡¯s ¡°outer city¡±. But once they are promoted to free people, they will gradually move into the city, and if I only then start to correct their believes it will already be too late. So I have to come up with a method with which I can silently start to transform their beliefs, but also something which will be broadly accepted by them. ¡­ After being lost in thought for a long while, he opened his eyes, only to discover that Nightingale was busy observing him very closely. Their four eyes met for a short moment, but then, she subconsciously turned her head away. ¡°Ah, yes, there was something I forgot to tell you,¡± Nightingale began while looking out of the window, as if nothing had happened. ¡°Wendy told me to pass something on to you.¡± ¡°What was it?¡± Asked Roland. ¡°She said, ¡®Thank you.¡¯¡± Chapter 170 Chapter 170 The Gift of Revenge (Part 1) The sun slowly sank fell behind the mountains, allowing the night to descend over the Western Territory. Not far from the road, the emissary group had discovered a piece of open land where they had decided to set up their tents. Not a very long time later, a bonfire was burning in the center of their camp finally allowing the warriors to take off their armor and stretch out their tired bodies. Sitting leisurely around the fire, they waited for the porridge to start to boil. Carrying a pot of hot water, Alicia stepped into one of the tents, ¡°Priestess, I brought some hot water with me, please use this to wash your face.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Mira smiled and nodded in thanks, then dipped her towel into the water. ¡°Tomorrow we will finally reach Border Town, we can then put an end to this exhausting journey.¡± ¡°The journey was nothing when compared to a fight against a demonic beast,¡± Alicia replied. ¡°Contrary to what I had expected it was your horsemanship that made me have a whole new level of respect for you. I had never thought that a Priestess would be so well accustomed to traveling.¡± ¡°Haha, that¡¯s only normal. After all, I wasn¡¯t born as a Priestess. Before my life in the Church I was a peddler, so riding quickly is a common thing for me.¡± Mira answered while she wiped her face clean from the day¡¯s dust and sweat. When she was done, she handed the pot back to the warrioress, ¡°Here, you should also wash your face. Maybe it will help you feel better?¡± ¡°What?¡± Alicia became startled by the Priestess¡¯ unexpected words. ¡°This is still about the matter of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, ah,¡± the Priestess shook her head while still smiling, ¡°your mood is clearly visible on your face and is still clearly affected by Abrams¡¯ words.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Even though she took the pot, she didn¡¯t give her an answer. ¡°We, ah, during your lifetime you will encounter many difficulties and challenges, if you aren¡¯t able to get past these thresholds, not only the church, but the whole world suffer as a result. In order to hold back those terrible enemies, sometimes sacrifice is also necessary.¡± Mira began to lecture, ¡°It¡¯s a difficult choice, but never forget the church¡¯s motto.¡± ¡°Choose the lesser of two evils¡± Alicia whispered. Above all, joining the God¡¯s Punishment Army was entirely voluntary, and when Abrams¡¯s brother had decided to become a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, he was well informed about what this would mean for him. Being prepared to sacrifice oneself for the Church, this was one of the most noble of ideals, and for this sacrifice, his name would be forever engraved on the monument of glory, being spread together with the glory of the Church. ¡°Thank you for your guidance,¡± Alicia said as she raised her right hand up to her heart ¡°I feel much better now.¡± What the Priestess had said was right, in order to spread its glory, they devoted all of their energy to God. Regardless of the outcome, the members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army were at least following in their own beliefs. Coming to this conclusion, Alicia felt how a weight had been lifted from her chest. ¡°We should go out and get something to eat, until now they should have had enough time to get it done,¡± Mira laughingly said. ¡°Really, we have eaten so much porridge lately, that our tongues can¡¯t even taste the its flavor anymore.¡± ¡°Fortunately, today will be the last day,¡± Alice couldn¡¯t stop herself from starting to laugh, ¡°Tomorrow we should be able to enjoy the Lord¡¯s personal hospitality and also receive a sumptuous meal.¡± After eating their tasteless dinner, the presiding judge elected to be tonight¡¯s night watch, and the lucky warriors who weren¡¯t elected immediately entered their tents, trying to get an early sleep. Alicia was no exception to this, together with the Priestess she also returned to their tent, putting out the lamp then covering themselves with their blankets. She didn¡¯t know for how long she had been sleeping, but within a dizzy moment, she suddenly heard a slightly muffled sound, it was as if a big object had been thrown onto the ground. Not much later the sound could be heard again. This time, she had heard something clashing against an armor, it wasn¡¯t obvious, but by no means was it just an illusion she might be having. She abruptly opened her eyes wide. Standing up, Alicia quickly grabbed her two-handed sword which laid beside her, slowly going to the side of the tent, preparing to sit in a corner and wait-and-see, but at this exact moment the roar of the presiding judge could be heard, ¡°We¡¯re under attack!¡± With this roar, which instantly broke the quiet of the night, the camp immediately started to boil. Then the sound of another loud clash could be heard! And with it, the loud voice of the presiding judge also came to an abrupt end. No longer hesitating, Alicia rolled out of the tent, seeing how the presiding judge¡¯s sword was split in half, no¡­ it wasn¡¯t only his sword, even the Judge himself had been split in half, sending all of his blood into the sky. Within the shine of the campfire, Alicia could see his body powerlessly fall to his knees, slowly splitting into two and falling to the foot of a woman. It looked like this woman who was holding a strange sword in her hands, was the attacker. She had shrouded her body in a black robe and her face had also been covered by a hood. Within the shadows of her hood, the only thing Alicia could make out were her two sparkling golden eyes. Two other Judges rushed forward in an attempt to stop this woman, but in front of her terrifying weapon any thought of resistance was considered futile. The enemy was not only able to easily behead one warrior, she even split his sword into two as well. She could first hear the loud sound of two swords clashing, and then sparks and debris began to scatter everywhere, soon followed with the sound of a sword cutting into the flesh and it then crushing bones. Hearing this cacophony of nightmare like sounds, her blood almost solidified. ¡°Witch!¡± Someone exclaimed. The enemy was only one person¡­ alone on her own, she dared to attack the camp of the Army of Judges, with the exception of the power of a fallen one, no one else would have been able to do this! ¡°Take the Priestess and flee¡± Alicia suddenly heard a steady voice coming from behind her. Turning around she saw that the speaker was actually Abrams. ¡°You actually want me to flee and leave my companions behind?¡± Alicia couldn¡¯t believe what she had just heard. ¡°Or else the death of the others will have been meaningless, it seems you simply don¡¯t understand this!¡± Abrams growled, ¡°The other side isn¡¯t affected by our God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and that is only the case if they are an extraordinary. So, I will try to stop her, while it is your task to bring the Priestess back in the direction of Longsong Stronghold! Remember to always use the road, so that in case you met a caravan you can immediately call for help!¡± Then grasping his sword he rushed towards the enemy. An extraordinary, sucking in a mouthful of cold air, according to legends, only the members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army are strong enough to fight against them. Everyone who encounters an extraordinary witch has to immediately seek help from the local church. Alicia knew that Abram was right, staying here would only turn their sacrifices into a vain act. Seeing that they had already lost five members, the remaining Judges changed their strategy. They used the tents and the terrain to start a catching game, trying to win as much time as the possibly could. But Alicia knew that the strength and speed of the witch were much better than that of her companions, so it was only a matter of time before they all died. Biting the bullet, she rushed into the tent, immediately grasping the Priestess who was still trying to get into her shoes and began to pull her in the direction of the horses. ¡°What happened?¡± Maggie asked in confusion. ¡°The camp was attacked by an extraordinary! I must bring you away!¡± She shouted back, ¡°Please hurry!¡± However, with no possibility of seeing the road clearly enough during the night, it became quite a difficult task. If they ran too fast, they could easily trip into a roadside bump, injuring their legs in the process, but if they were too slow, it would be way too easy for the witch to catch up with them. Alicia decided to let the horses run down the road, while the Priestess and herself would enter into the woods, which grew along the road. Making it quite hard for the enemy to find them without the help of fire. Leaving the sound of the colliding weapons behind her, she pulled the Priestess by hand, only relying on the dim moonlight to identify the surrounding environment. Always moving away from the road, and further in the direction of the center of the woods. Increasing the possibility for them to meet with wild animals like vipers, but this would still be better than confronting the witch directly. When the two stumbled across the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range, Alicia finally felt a little relieved, it seemed the witch had given up on her pursuit. With the exception of some bird cries, the surroundings were now completely silent. ¡°What are we going to do now?¡± Mira asked. Even knowing what could happen it seemed that she wasn¡¯t very scared. Seeing how calm the priestess was, Alicia¡¯s heart was full of admiration, ¡°Priestess, we should look for a place to rest, and stay there to rest for the night. At dawn, we will then return back to Longsong Stronghold and seek support from there.¡± ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we go into the direction of Border Town? From here, we will at most need a day and a night to reach the stronghold.¡± ¡°No,¡± said Alicia, shaking her head. ¡°Meeting an extraordinary here is too coincidental. I suspect that the Lord has already associated himself with the witches, and with this, it is too dangerous for us to go to the town.¡± ¡°What you say makes sense¡± But then the Priestess¡¯ eyes became large and she looked straight behind Alicia. Seeing her reaction, Alicia¡¯s heart sank. And indeed, when she turned around, she saw the witch dressed in her black robe slowly stepping out of the dark shadows, her eyes were sparkling like stars, and an owl was hovering over her shoulders. Chapter 171 Chapter 171 The Gift of Revenge (Part 2) ¡°Demon!¡± Alicia drew her two-hand-sword and stepped protectively in front of Mira. ¡°¡­ Demon?¡± Her voice was cold, didn¡¯t bare any emotion, ¡°That¡¯s the way, you call those orphans and abandoned babies who are sent to the monastery to get raised, from whom you chose your own witches?¡± ¡°What are you talking about?!¡± The warrioress snapped back, ¡°The church shelters them because of God¡¯s kindness. Without the Church¡¯s mercy, how many of them would be able to survive until their day of adulthood? But the pervasive Devil will always corrupt the weakest of them, leading a very small number of girls astray. But as soon as it is discovered that one of them degenerated into a witch, the Church will immediately treat the fallen ones. You are totally turning the cause and effect upside down!¡± Hearing the word ¡°treat¡±, the golden pupil of the witch dimmed by a lot, raising her large sword with one hand she declared. ¡°I¡¯m not too interested in persuading a dead person anyway. So be it.¡± Even before her voice had faded away, the owl spread her wings and flew into the sky, and the witches figure rushed forward. Alicia could still clearly remember how her comrades had tragically tried to defend themselves and had instead been split in two, so she decided, I will never retreat, I have to advance forward. Facing the right-handed extraordinary, she threw herself to the lower right sight just like she had trained in her fencing lesson. Her instructor had mentioned it more than once, if the enemy is heavily relying on their right hand, the bottom right will be the most difficult position for them to reach. After all, their sword grip is limiting their movement, so if they wanted to change the direction of the blade, they would first need to spend an additional half a breath to change their grip. Closely avoiding the beheading strike with her leopard like dive, she immediately grasped her own two-handed sword and slashed at her the moment she passed the enemy¡¯s body. But the extraordinary reaction was too fast, with a small jump she easily avoided Alicia¡¯s counter swept, and also simultaneously changed the direction of her greatsword. Until now, Alicia hasn¡¯t even landed yet. Within a flash, the sword cut through half of her calf, with it sending blood into the sky. Sending a tearing pain throughout her whole lower body, almost making her lose her consciousness. Instinctively gritting her teeth, she was luckily strong enough not shout out on the spot from the pain. The gap is too great. She now understood, how hard had Abrams task been to give them so much time to escape, after all he was able to exchange ten or so moves with the extraordinary. Alicia struggled to turn around, she was just in time to see how Mira removed a hidden hand crossbow from her back, and see her raise her hand and aim it at the body of the unaware extraordinary witch. This is my last chance, she realized, perhaps, if I¡¯m able to grab her attention! But before she could even think about what she could say, a greatsword swept over with the force of a whirlwind. She then only felt her throat became tight, and then her world had turned upside down¡­ No, perhaps it¡¯s I who am flying, and then, she saw how her own body was unable to support itself any longer and fell onto its knees. At the same time, she saw the owl flew over in the direction of Mira. Turning into a girl in midair and severely hitting the official¡­ Afterward, Alicia line of sight quickly began to blur, as she finally hit the ground, falling into a boundless darkness. ¡­ ¡°That damned stone!¡± Maggie touched her head while complaining out loud, ¡°You were too careless, if it wasn¡¯t for my help just then, you would have been hit by that crossbow¡¯s arrow!¡± ¡°Rest assured, I had already noticed, I was just intending to end this quickly,¡± using her sword, Ashes quickly dug out a shallow pit. And after plundering their bodies she then immediately threw them into the pit and covered it once more with mud. By putting the plundered God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation and gold royals into her own bag, she now had enough money on her to pay for her way to the Port of Clearwater. On the body of the woman who had worn the robe she had also found a letter, roughly skimming over it, she had discovered that the contest of the letter only became relevant if Roland Wimbledon, Lord of the Western Territory, was not collaborating with the witches. In this case they had offered to buy baby girls and orphans from him, exactly as they had done previously with Duke Ryan. As long as the woman were still minors they would buy all of them, and also pay the regular ¡°market¡± price. Furthermore, they could also help him if he wanted to be paid with pills. Reading the letter Ashes began to sneer in disgust, placing it over the torch to lit it up, burning it one and all. ¡°Come on, we have still some other bodies left to bury.¡± ¡°Goo.¡± Maggie changed into an owl, then guided Ashes back to the site of their first attack. Digging, carrying, burying the men¡­ Unable to help with this physically strenuous tasks, Maggie wasn¡¯t too busy. In addition, seeing the disabled limbs, the cut off arms and smelling the air that was reeking of blood made her all feel a little dizzy. So, she was now sitting on a branch, watching how as Ashes kept herself busy. ¡°For what reason was it so important for you yourself to do this? Wouldn¡¯t it be bad if the Church finds out they are dead?¡± ¡°By the time they discover that their messenger group has disappeared, it will already be two or three months later,¡± Ashes explained, still using her sword as shovel, ¡°When they usually send out an envoy to investigate a witch incident, in the event that the Lord is cooperating with them, the investigation will still last much longer than one month, in addition to the time they will need to return, it would usually take them almost two or three months long.¡± ¡°But His Royal Highness wouldn¡¯t have cooperated with them!¡± ¡°As long as you allow the messenger into the Town, the Witch Cooperation Association will be exposed. They don¡¯t need to ask the Prince himself, the can just randomly grab hold of some people from the street and after torturing them they will soon know the answer. So, Roland is only left with two options, either selling off the witches and saying that he has nothing to do with them or kill the envoys by himself. But if the other side was to plan for something like that in advance, as long as even one of them was able to escape. Hermes would soon receive a message about it. After all, they are also carrying messenger pigeons with them. ¡°Pigeons can¡¯t see the road at night, so I was be able to catch all of them,¡± Maggie said, patting her bulging pockets, ¡°Just wait until tomorrow, we can go roast and eat them.¡± Ashes was secretly shaking her head, previously she had never seen Maggie eat a bird, but now, after the first few days in Border Town, she had actually developed a strong interest in them. ¡°The moment the Church decides to dispatch their army, he will only have one month left, but for now, as long as his luck is not too bad, he will be able to last for three more months¡­ So, this is the gift I promised him, at the same time I also got my revenge on the Church.¡± ¡°So that was the reason, really worthy of you, sister Ashes,¡± Maggie praised. There was still something Ashes still didn¡¯t say, with her killing them, Ashes had made the decision for the Prince, and when the Church finds out that they had lost contact with the envoys, they would certainly blame Roland Wimbledon for it. With this, he wouldn¡¯t even get a chance to sell off the witches. When everything had finally been properly put in order, the horizon had already begun to turn white. ¡°With this, it¡¯s now time for us to part,¡± Ashes said. ¡°¡­¡± Maggie didn¡¯t understand what she meant, ¡°What?¡± Ashes stepped in front of Maggie, squatted down and touched her small head, ¡°You want to live in Border Town, don¡¯t you? Here you have Lightning and Wendy, so you will certainly be very happy.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Maggie lowered her head, a look of hesitation written on her face, ¡°I also like you and Lady Tilly.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not the case that you will have to be here all the time,¡± Ashes laughed, ¡°Roland Wimbledon, unlike Tilly, is an ordinary aristocrat, so it¡¯s hard to be sure that he will always be on the side of us witches. So, your mission will be to fly back once a month, telling us everything that has happened in Border Town. Furthermore, you can also bring our messages to the witches of the Witch Cooperation Association, this way our two sides can establish regular contact. If the town is ever in any danger, you can also help them escape from the Kingdom and Graycastle and move to the Fjords.¡± ¡°It¡¯s like that, is it!¡± Maggie blinked unsure of what to say. ¡°Yes, it is,¡± Ashes nodded. ¡°I¡¯m convinced that you can accomplish this.¡± Seeing Maggie turning into a pigeon and gradually disappearing with the first rays of the morning sun, Ashes turned around, mounted a horse, and advanced in the direction of the Port of Clearwater. Chapter 172 Chapter 172 New Drama ¡°That¡¯s all for today class dismissed.¡± ¡°Good-bye teacher,¡± the little girls said in unison. Irene closed the textbooks and watched how the children all walked away from the classroom. The building the class was held in had previously belonged to a former aristocratic residence, but after the Months of Demons it had been seized by the Prince, and it has now been converted into this college. fourth The walls separating the small rooms upstairs and downstairs had been removed, changing the layout of the building into several larger rooms, which were able to accommodate four to six batches of students at the same time. According to the teaching material these batches were called ¡°classes¡±. During the day, classes were held for children and at night they would be teaching the adults. She had at first thought that it would take the City Hall a very long time before they would give an answer to her application for becoming a teacher, never really expecting that the day after Ferlin had submitted her application, she would already have obtained her permit. She had only needed to go to the City Hall to register her position, receive the teaching materials, and obtain a list of her assigned students. She was responsible for teaching elementary knowledge to the children of the townspeople. She had spent a lot of effort on making sure that this group of little devils would listen to her lecture. Within the teaching materials, there was also a whole chapter dedicated on how to maintain the discipline in the classroom. The tricks that were described were totally eye-opening to her. In addition to the traditional oral criticism and using rattan for corporal punishment, there were also other excellent options that were discussed. For example, dividing them into small groups, to establishment a class leader and monitor, who would be responsible for controlling them and so on. The person who wrote the textbook, must certainly be a senior who has spent many years studying on how to teach, in order for him to take such care when describing of all of these problems, right? Leaving the college, Irene saw her own personal knight Ferlin was waiting for her. He was no longer dressed in his shiny armor, together with its lion crest embroidered shield and sword, but even without it, he was still a very handsome man. His simple leather clothes brought out his tall and straight figure, coupled with the clear lines of his facial features, even with his empty hands, he was still the Morning Light that she remembered. After giving him a hug, Irene noted that Ferlin seemed a little worried. So, she asked, ¡°What¡¯s happened?¡± ¡°¡­¡± For a moment Ferlin hesitated, ¡°His Royal Highness the Prince invited us this afternoon to enjoy some refreshments in the palace.¡± Irene was rooted in place from the shock, ¡°Us?¡± She could immediately guess what her husband was worried about. She patted his back then shook her head, ¡°His Royal Highness has never seen me before, how could he be the same as the Duke¡­ besides, won¡¯t you also be there?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Ferlin firmly nodded. ¡°This time, I¡¯ll protect you.¡± That afternoon, Irene who was now dressed, and deliberately wearing a decent dress, with her husband went together to the Lord¡¯s Castle. They didn¡¯t have to wait for long after a guard led them into the reception hall and a gray-haired man then appeared at the entrance. There was no doubt that he was the Lord of the Western Territories, Lord Roland Wimbledon. He was accompanied by a Lady who seemed to be around thirty years or just slightly older, who carried a calm and capable attitude but was still full of charm. From her facial features, it was clear that she must have been an outstanding beauty back when she was still younger. Seeing the Prince enter, Irene and Ferlin quickly stood up, bending into a bow. ¡°Welcome, Mister and Madam Eltek,¡± Roland sat at the seat of the Lord, ¡°On the table there are only the finest culinary foods of the palace, do not hesitate to enjoy yourself, there is no need for you to be uncomfortable.¡± ¡°Thank you for your invitation to come here to enjoy the refreshments, it will be our pleasure,¡± Ferlin replied in accordance with the noble¡¯s etiquette. ¡°The name of the lady at my side is Scroll, she is also the head of the Ministry of Education in the City Hall, I believe you should already have met with her previously.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± he nodded, and then he turned towards Scrolls and nodded thankfully. ¡°Until now I haven¡¯t thanked you, without your permission, Irene would never have become a teacher so quickly.¡± So it was all because of her help, Irene thought, casting a grateful smile to her. After leisurely chatting for a while, Ferlin tentatively asked, ¡°I wonder why His Royal Highness has called us to be here today, may I perhaps know the reason for it?¡± ¡°This is related to education,¡± Roland paused, looking to Eileen. ¡°I heard you used to work in the theater of Longsong Stronghold. Were you a theater actor?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Irene never expected that the Prince would direct the question directly at herself, ¡°Officially I have only performed once.¡± ¡°In that case, I am going to have a play at the town square every weekend,¡± the Prince said directly. ¡°As for the script, the screenwriting, and the conductor, I have already arranged for all of them; I¡¯m only in need of performers. And since you don¡¯t have so many classes and have already played in a drama, I want you to become the star of the performance. Of course, there will be an additional salary for all of your work. I wonder if you would care to join?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Irene looked at the Prince with big round eyes, unable to believe what she had just heard, without even bothering to ask whether he was making fun of her, she nodded excitedly, ¡°Your Honored Highness, I would really like that!¡± Standing on the stage has always been her dream, but after leaving the theater in Longsong Stronghold, she knew that she might never again get the chance to play in a theater. But in front of Ferlin, she had never expressed this regret. Instead, she had buried her desire deep within her heart. But on this day, she unexpectedly got the chance to return to the stage. What more could she hope for? ¡°These plays will be performed for the masses to see, so my request from the actors won¡¯t be high, it will be enough as long as they can deliver the story clearly. Maybe you have some friends in the theater of Longsong Stronghold who would also fulfill the conditions, who would want to go on stage, but never had the chance? If you could write a letter to them, telling them that we will have a performance each weekend and that the payment will be the same as for the stronghold¡¯s theater.¡± ¡°I know a lot of them,¡± Irene said happy, ¡°I¡¯ll write to them the moment I go back home, I think they¡¯ll be happy to get the chance to come and perform in Border Town!¡± ¡°All right,¡± Roland handed three books to her, ¡°These are the scripts, they each have a number on their cover. Your performance will start with the first story. The content of it has been revised by Scrolls, and it should be very in line with the life of normal people. You can take these books back with you and read through them carefully. If there is something you do not understand, you can come to Scroll and ask.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness, thank you!¡± Irene bowed. ¡­ ¡°Was that all right?¡± Scrolls later asked, ¡°Do you think that all of those stories should really appear?¡± ¡°What is your concern? Do you believe that in their eyes, the Prince could never write such vulgar stuff.¡± Roland stretched his body, ¡°And without your last modified polishing, the script could never have been completed in such a short period of time.¡± ¡°I do not think the story is too vulgar,¡± Scrolls shook her head. ¡°Although I do not know why you know so clearly about this, these are topics that concern the people. They are quite touching and thought-provoking, so the show will definitely be very popular.¡± Of course, they will be popular, Roland thought, the first two scripts were modified versions of ¡°Cinderella¡± and ¡°The Rooster Crows at Midnight¡±, and had already been well-tested by the audience. The former describes a touching love story between a civilian and a member of the royal family, while the latter was about people of the lowest rank and their struggles against the unscrupulous landlord. Of course, he had adapted them to the local conditions, such as changing the good fairy in Cinderella into a witch, and the landlord in The Rooster Crows at Midnight also become a fierce little aristocrat. Roland intended to achieve a far-reaching and long-lasting impact with his first two plays before he could release his third work, ¡°The Diary of a Witch¡±, which his true purpose. This script had been completely written by him. It told the story of three children who all became witches, but each of their lives went in completely different directions. Instead of directly referring to the Church, he focused his attention on the fateful journey of these three girls: one girl had been abandoned by her parents, another girl had become a tool for others, and the last one was lucky and had parents who still loved her, and then gave their own life to protect their daughter. Eventually, the three women would meet with each other by chance, help each other to prevail over those who want to sentence them to death, and would try to blend in with the ordinary people to find their own happiness. Roland intended to make the Diary of a Witch into a series, and with the help of the three views, he would reshape how the outside world would look at witches. With the twists and turns of the touching drama, imparting in them the thought that any of their relatives could become a witch, and it had nothing at all to do with the Devil. TN: Cinderella, The Rooster crows at Midnight Chapter 173 Chapter 173 Irene¡¯s wish When the two of them had returned home, Ferlin shook his head and reluctantly asked, ¡°Couldn¡¯t you have told His Highness that you would need a few days to consider the offer and before you could give an answer?¡± On the way home, it had seemed that she was dancing rather than just merely walking. I¡¯m afraid to say that the last time I¡¯ve seen her so happy, was on the day of our wedding. ¡°That just wouldn¡¯t do,¡± Irene stuck out her tongue, ¡°Doing that would make it impossible for me to fall asleep at night.¡± That was the way she was, her love for the theater was so strong that she could often be seen practicing her lines at the stronghold¡¯s theater even during midnight. If it hadn¡¯t been for the Duke, she could have already turned from the flower of the theater not only in name but also in reality, into star of the show. theater. Thinking about this, he hugged his wife from behind and whispered into her ear, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, dear.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Irene patted his head comfortingly, ¡°It wasn¡¯t your fault, he transferred you to other cities, there was no way you could have stopped him.¡± Softly laughingly she continued, ¡°If you want to waste your time apologizing, you should go into the kitchen and cook something, I would like to take a look at the scripts before anything else.¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright, I¡¯ll do it.¡± Ferlin gently kissed her earlobe, ¡°I¡¯m going to make meat porridge, fried eggs, and a sausage to celebrate.¡± In many ways the new home had been furnished differently compared to their old home. For example, the cooking stoves, in Longsong Stronghold, whether it were the aristocrats or the civilians, would all have an open stove in their main living room, while in their new home, they had a separate room for the oven. The stove was surrounded by walls on three sides, with the backside of the stove directly connecting to the chimney. The intersection was even provided with a baffle plate which could be shifted horizontally, and when it was not needed anymore could then be closed, preventing the smoke from the other tenants from coming out of their stove. Ferlin could easily think of several advantages with the new design, for example after closing the door, the living room also wouldn¡¯t be affected by the cooking fume or scent, and during the summer the stove also wouldn¡¯t increase the indoor temperature any further. After filling it with firewood and wood chips, the flames soon started to rise, and he could now fully start concentrating on making tonight¡¯s dishes. After having dinner, Irene continued delving into the scripts and she was only able to put the third book aside after the candle had reached its end. ¡°How are they?¡± Ferlin couldn¡¯t help himself, he had to know how good the scripts were, after all, she had spent so much of her time reading them. Previous when she had still worked in the theater, she would read ten books just as thick as these in just half a day. ¡°Honestly¡­ it is hard to describe,¡± Irene exclaimed in admiration. ¡°All of the books are full of new ideas, I have never read these kinds of stories before. For example, in ¡®Cinderella¡¯, the prince isn¡¯t in love with another princess, but instead he falls in love with a beautiful peasant girl. Yet this is not the most surprising part, what is surprising is that he insisted even until the very end to take the peasant girl as his wife. ¡°I even got to the point where I started to think, maybe the Prince has never read this story himself, if that is not so shouldn¡¯t the incredible odd content of the improbable couple be giving birth to dissatisfaction in his heart? Despite that, the whole story was completely exciting. I could not help wanting to applaud when the Prince finally found Cinderella again, and then slipped the crystal shoe onto her feet. ¡± ¡®The Rooster crows at Midnight¡¯ was also fascinating, but when compared to ¡®Cinderella¡¯ I have to say it is a lot simpler. I think two or three scenes will be enough to show the story clearly. Furthermore, reading the paragraph where the serfs found the courage to resist the nobility was marvelous. ¡°After a long time of cowering, the serfs frame of mind had changed completely from where it was before, where they had to bear with it at all costs to the point of it becoming more than they could carry was all perfectly depicted in the story¡­ the feeling that breaks out after they finally decide to resist and let their passion burst out, seems to be coming directly out of the observer¡¯s heart!¡± ¡°Serfs fighting against the nobility?¡± Ferlin frowned, this was clearly something that the aristocracy would never tolerate. If the serfs of the Eltek Manor were to ever dare to raise their hoes and shovels against the housekeeper, I¡¯m afraid my father would be showcase their heads in front of the manor¡¯s door on the very next day. ¡°Does His Royal Highness really want you to perform a drama like that?¡± ¡°You are only asking that, because you haven¡¯t read the script,¡± Irene threw him a cold look, ¡°after reading it, you will feel the same as I do. That they were meant to stand up and resist, and not allow themselves to be oppressed any longer. ¡°The small lordling¡¯s bullying has become intolerable, so he now had to face the importance of human life. In the end, they still only put the noble into a bag and beat him up ruthlessly, if you ask me, they were still too restrained. Later on, in the story, when the nobles want to kill all the serfs, they were then saved by a witch that happened to be passing by. ¡°She then became a well-known local image for the aristocracy, reminding them of what would happen to evil people. Later on, in a debate that was taking place, a foreign lord made a wise and benevolent decision, he bought all the serfs, and then promoted them to free people! I bet the whole crowd will erupt into cheers when we get to that point.¡± But, the aristocracy will certainly protest, Ferlin thought disapprovingly, and with that, the theater will then be placed under pressure from the nobility. Which will finally lead to the dissolution of the crew¡­ Hang on, he suddenly realized that there lived no other noble in Border Town beside Sir Pine and His Royal Highness, while the latter was even the one who formed the crew. In other words, does His Royal Highness actually intend to only show the dramas to the civilian population? It will be impossible to even earn a few copper royals from their hand, ah. But the actor¡¯s payment will also be the same as it was in the Longsong Stronghold, from the start it was given that this business would turn over a loss. Does His Royal Highness plan to show the dramas just for the entertainment? ¡°But dear,¡± Irene said, not noticing the changes in Ferlin¡¯s expression, ¡°Although the first two stories were already totally exciting, compared with the third one ¡®The Diary of a Witch¡¯, those two are nothing! I dare bet that even in Redwater City, King¡¯s City or any other of those big cities, if they read this the theaters would start immediately recruiting a crew for it, even with special rehearsal and advance advertising! I have to say, Scrolls really is a genius writer. The book ¡®The Diary of a Witch¡¯, no matter if it is in the story¡¯s content or its style of narrating, they are all far more advanced than any of today¡¯s dramas.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± When Ferlin saw her solemn expression he had to fight hard not to laugh, ¡°In Longsong Stronghold even I could often hear Mister Kadin Faso famous name, his ¡°Delicate Rose¡± and ¡°Prince seeking for Love¡± are works which were praised by all, even outside of our kingdom¡¯s borders. I¡¯ve even heard that other kingdoms have sent their own troupes to observe and learn from him, do you think that this drama could be better than any of these classic plays?¡± ¡°Of course, I¡¯m sure. Or do you doubt my vision, dear!¡± She began to roughly tell him the story, ¡°Not to mention the plot, even its narrative technique is something you have never seen before. Compared to the dramas of the past, where you listened to the story in the third party, this story focuses firmly on the perspective of the three witches for the whole time. Even though the decisions of the three of them all have a far-reaching impact on each other, they have no knowledge about this. ¡°But near the middle of the story, their seemingly unrelated strings finally gather together in the same place, and from then on the three witches form one inseparable whole. I have to say, this new narrative style of developing several storylines at the same time will certainly cause a sensation without a doubt. Of course, this won¡¯t only be restricted to Border Town, I even wonder how many people can understand what level it had reached.¡± She excitedly got a pen and paper, to immerse herself into writing the letters, ¡°That¡¯s out of the question, I have to quickly call my theater¡¯s partner to come over, I really want to see the surprised looks on their faces!¡± Ferlin however, stepped forward to grasp her hand, ¡°Hold on, Irene, don¡¯t you feel¡­ that the story is too contrary to common sense?¡± After listening to his wife¡¯s repetition, he also felt that the whole story was very exciting. Showing both the good and the evil side in humanity¡¯s nature, that the good and evil, were both overlapping each other, but its description of the witches and the church¡¯s interpretation were fully opposed with each other. Moreover, its content was also too delicate. For example, the third witch due to the concern and care of her family, could release and develop her ability freely, ultimately discover that the story of the demonic bite was nothing more than a lie. Now with the exception of their ability to control magic there was no longer any difference between the witches and the ordinary people. They also only want to laugh, cry, meet their loved ones and grieve brokenheartedly when their loved ones pass away. Is His Highness, Lord Roland not afraid that news of this will spread, is he not afraid that the Church will come? ¡°Violate common sense? No ¡­ Ferlin, before they become a witch, they are ordinary girls, right?¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s right.¡± ¡°Then what if it was me?¡± Irene looked with wide open eyes at Ferlin, ¡°If I became a witch, would you think that I am evil?¡± ¡°No, of course not,¡± Ferlin quickly answered. ¡°You¡¯ll always be the good girl I know.¡± ¡°Then if we give birth to a daughter, and she became a witch?¡± ¡°Of course that would be even more impossible.¡± He quickly closed his mouth, suddenly understanding in his heart what his wife wanted to say to him. Evaluating an unknown witch, and one relative with whom one has lived together from morning to the night as evil, were completely different. ¡°Yes,¡± Irene nodded with satisfaction, ¡°If we really got a witch¡­¡± He knelt down on one knee, taking the position used when swearing allegiance and said: ¡°In that case, I would be just like the father of the third witch within the story, like him, I would do my best to take good care of her.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a qualified answer,¡± She put the quill down and laughingly said. ¡°I think¡­ we can try it now.¡± ¡°As you bid, my dear,¡± he whispered softly into her ear, only to then pick her up and walk directly into the bedroom. Chapter 174 Chapter 174 Industrial Park Two days after Ashes departed, beyond all expectation Maggie returned to Border Town, once more appearing in front of everyone. After understanding the reason, her return then turned into a warm welcome for a new member of the Witch Alliance. She was greatly moved by the banquet which was a celebration in her honor and was also being held in the castle¡¯s back garden. The top of a long iron shelf had been covered with all kind of meat which was free for anyone to take and barbecue. The range of seasoning was also very rich, there were salt, oil, chilies, peppers, as well as Roland personally created barbeque sauce. Which was made from cooking a stew made out of all kinds of different mushrooms from the Concealing Forest together with a whole chicken. He also added a mixture out of salt, sugar and wheat flour, which let him forget the non-existent Monosodium Glutamate(MSG). Maggie almost ate to the point of bursting her stomach before she stopped. On the afternoon of the same day Roland also tested her ability. According to Nightingale¡¯s judgment, her magical capacity when compared with all the other witches could be described as among the medium level. Furthermore, her ability to freely change any kind of bird was only possible on the premise that she had seen it before. Changing her form used up a comparatively large amount of magic, and during one day she could change her form around 4 to 5 times, while maintaining her shape only consumed very small amount of magic. Her ability could be classified as belonging to the summon type and was also suppressed by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Her favorite bird to change into was the pigeon, but Roland noted that she would always be a lot bigger than the regular bird no matter in what kind of bird she changed into. For example, if she turned into a sparrow, in Roland¡¯s view, her sized would equivalent to a common pigeon, while if she was to change into a pigeon, she had almost at the same size as a sea eagle. This point left Roland feeling quite sad that Maggie was incapable of changing into any of the fantasy creatures he had painted for her such as a Phoenix, Griffin, or a Kunpeng. In addition, to Ashes original intention there was still something else he had to pay attention to, that was the question of, what kind of abilities did the witches gathered by Tilly poses? In case she had many auxiliary witches who could significantly increase the efficiency of farming, he didn¡¯t mind to exchange for them with his technology. For this reason, Roland decided to write a long letter addressed to Tilly. He started with showing her that they were in a natural alliance, and then warned her about the Church¡¯s intention to unify the continent, and lastly he handed her an olive branch, expressing his desire that they could help each other and in so doing that they could progress together. Now he only had to wait until Maggie went to the Fjords next month, and permit her to deliver the letter without having to go through an extra effort. The next day, the Prince was welcomed by another piece of good news. The factory for the production of the steam engines has finally been completed. It was located on the opposite shore of the Redwater River, on the western side, next to Leaves¡¯ experimental field. The entire site was surrounded by a wooden fence, there was also had a smooth and simple road leading to the pontoon bridge. In Roland¡¯s plan, this area would in the future be turned into an industrial park. As a result of his wish to expand the building space to far out as was possible, the factory was built using a comparatively easy to use wood material, covering an area of ??about 1000 square meters. Anna¡¯s self-built machines had also already been shipped in. There were two steam-driven boring machines, two manual milling machines, a manual grinding machine as well as a manual lathe. Although the machines were quite simple, at least in theory, its workmanship was nonetheless of the best quality. Apart from the pedals and the other similar parts which were made out of wood, all the other parts were made out of wrought iron or cut out of steel. It could be said that it had been processed from the best materials currently in existence and with the highest possible precision. Roland feared that he currently would only have ten workers that could come to work in the factory. They were the former town blacksmiths and their apprentices who had now been recruited by Roland with a fixed monthly salary of fifty silver royals so that they could learn how to operate the high-end machines. The blacksmiths, together with their forging tools, would all move into the brick house that stood outside the factory. Yet with the exception of some unimportant parts, the steam engine would soon be produced by using only these machines. To celebrate the opening of the factory and to strengthen morale, Roland decided to gather all the City Hall officials and held a ribbon-cutting ceremony and together with a short speech in front of the factory building. With Echo¡¯s simulation of a gun salute, Graycastle Industrial Company had formally announced its establishment. During the next few days, as the company¡¯s executive Roland came to visit the factory several times. Demonstrating the uses of the machines in person as well as an overall of the steam manufacturing process in general. The best way Roland could think of to let the illiterate blacksmith grasp the processing and assembling of a steam engine was to map the whole process out. Following the usual process of creating a simple manual, he labeled every part with a name, number and size. Afterward, he used a diagram to show the installation order and the connection pattern. With this task, Soraya had also helped him tremendously in making sure that he could finish this task quickly. The first few days of production went exactly as he had expected, almost no part that they had made had met the requirements, not even to speak of trying to piece together a whole steam engine. However, Roland didn¡¯t care about the scrapping rate, in the hands of Anna, in just the blink of an eye, these formerly defective products were soon remade into a new plate. And he believed that with repeated practice, it was only a matter of time before these blacksmiths mastered the production methods to be used in the new era. In addition to the industrial factory, the Prince also changed the backyard at the North Slope Mine into his own military factory and was now mainly using it for the production of revolver rifles and bullets. Since by now, Karl¡¯s recommended ¡°furnace expert¡± Lesya had also arrived at Border Town, a new batch of airbags had been installed, substantially increasing the temperature of the furnaces, even making it possible to independently calcining cement powder, making the former calcination room obsolete. But limited by the current crafting ability, the revolver rifles and bullets production was still completely in Anna¡¯s hands. At this moment, Roland was still busy designing a bullet stamping sheet for a stamping press, although its cutting efficiency wouldn¡¯t be as good as Anna¡¯s direct forming, it could at least reduce her burden. And also, to thank Anna for nearly half a month of rushed work, he had decided to send her a gift. * ¡°A gift?¡± Anna put down the recently cut part that was still in her hand and stroked a strand of hair that had slipped in front of her forehead back behind her ear, revealing a brilliant smile, ¡°Well?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you want to know what kind of present it is?¡± Roland teased her. ¡°En¡­¡± she earnestly reflected on it, and after a moment before she said. ¡°I like all the presents that you¡¯ve given me.¡± After six months of being nursed back to health, there was now no longer any traces to discover of her time spent in the dungeon. Where she had previously been thin and weak she was now slim, her blues eyes brimming with spirit. Dressed in a white dress she seemed to be fresh and cool, her whole body seemed to be filled with vitality. This is what an 18-year-old girl should look like. When he saw Anna, Roland was unable to stop the corner of his mouth from raising, every time he saw her his mood would always become a lot better. The so-called ¡°gift¡± was covered in a layer of linen and placed in the castle courtyard to ensure Anna¡¯s surprise. He had gotten this idea when he had seen how Ashbringer had covered her sword. Since he was the Prince, the gift of course also had to be something special. Presenting something like jewelry or other similar finished products showed off much less sincerity, so he had to think for a long time before he came up with an idea. When Roland pulled away the linen, a basket weaved with rattan appeared before them, to which the end of many ropes had been tied with the other sides and connected by a vast canvas. ¡°This is¡­ what?¡± Anna walked closer and begun to circle around it full of curiosity. ¡°A hot air balloon,¡± Roland replied with a smile, ¡°It can take you up into the sky, overlooking the earth like a bird in the sky.¡± ¡°Flying up to the heaven?¡± She turned around, her eyes flashing with excitement, ¡°Can it really do that?¡± Soaring into the sky has been the dream of mankind since ancient times, from a hang glider to a hot air balloon, from the airship to the aircraft, for the exploration and challenge of this, humanity has already paid a huge price, but mankind has never given up on its pursuit. Even though witches have always existed in this word, flying was still only a right for the minority. The scenery from up high was bound to leave a deep impression in someone. ¡°Of course, you just have to fill the airbag at the end of the ropes with hot air.¡± Roland had arranged for Nightingale, Lightning, and Maggie to work as emergency personnel. In the case of an accident, with the help of Lightning together and Maggie in her large sea eagle form, the two of them would be able to land safely. As for the other witches, he decided to temporarily not inform them of this, especially Wendy and Scrolls, they would certainly have opposed any of his adventures. In their eyes, he should absolutely never come even close to even the slightest mishap. TN: ¨C Does anyone know of a better term to use than ¡°revolver rifle¡±? Shishui River finally got changed into Redwater River Kunpeng Chapter 175 Chapter 175 Hot air balloon tour The principle of a hot-air balloon was very simple. To produce it one only had to make their way through a few difficulties, the first part was the burning device, and the second was the airbag. The first point, in the absence of pressure vessels that could provide gas fuel, he had to rely on firewood or charcoal to heat the air. However, the efficiency of this was too low and he had to come to accept that he wouldn¡¯t be able to fly with it very far with it. This also meant that the principle of hot air balloon travel had been discovered much earlier than in Roland¡¯s original world, but nevertheless, there was a reason why they had only been able to use it in real combat after the development of hydrogen balloons came along. Roland however, could abandon the burning device altogether, and instead let Anna take over for the heating. The second problem was to make the airbags airtight, but regarding this issue, it was something that Roland could at least use the experience of his predecessors for, and easily solve the problem by using a sandwiched fabric. The outer layer of the balloon was made out of a wear-resistant canvas, the center layer was made out of the intestinal epithelium of cows, and the inner layer was made out of a light gauze. With this, he was able to prevent leakage, while it also meant that he would not have to be afraid of it being pecked at by birds. Roland propped up the opening at the bottom of the air sac, allowing Anna to raise the inside temperature with the help of her common flame. It started to slowly begin to bulge up, seemingly to be like a melted wax gourd. By taking into account that the hot air balloon would have to carry two people, the maximum diameter of the balloon needed to be at least at five meters, using up the intestinal epithelium of twelve cows, and its sewing lasted almost for a whole week. If it wasn¡¯t for the fact that he was the Lord of the town, it would never have been possible for him to make such a big toy. ¡°Does it fly by using the buoyancy provided from hot air?¡± Anna asked. ¡°I remember that hot air will always rise up. ¡°Yes, hot air rises, while cold air sinks, this is a common natural phenomenon. Using the particle theory to explain it, due to the air being hot, the particle¡¯s movement will be intensified, increasing its diffusion into the surrounding, and with the expansion of the volume, its density will become smaller. While the density of the surrounding air doesn¡¯t change, the air in the balloon becomes lighter in comparison, causing it to rise. When Roland finished explaining the principle, he discovered that with the exception of Anna who showed a ¡°so that¡¯s the reason¡± expression, the other three witches were at a loss, seeing this he couldn¡¯t stop himself from secretly lamenting about the importance of innate talent. When the balloon was completely inflated, it began to float up and slowly straightened the draglines. Roland took the lead and entered the basket first. Afterward, he helped Anna to climb into it. ¡°I¡¯m still a bit worried about this,¡± said Nightingale, ¡°maybe it would be better if you let me try it out first.¡± ¡°Trust me, nothing will happen,¡± Roland smiled soothingly. ¡°And even if we run into something unexpected, there is still Lightning.¡± ¡°You can rest assured, I will catch them.¡± Lightning patted her chest confidently. ¡°There¡¯s also me, goo!¡± Maggie vouched, while imitating Lightning¡¯s appearance. With a shake, the balloon¡¯s basket took off from the ground, gradually climbing up. Before long, they had crossed the top of the castle, and the whole town started to spread out in front of them. To Roland, seeing such a scene wasn¡¯t something new, after all, he had looked out of a skyscraper. But in Anna¡¯s view, it was a new experience, it was a perspective that she had never seen before. She leaned over the edge of the gondola and looked out of it, grabbing at Roland¡¯s arm with one of her hands, seeming totally excited while also being nervous at the same time. This was the first time that Roland had seen her showing such an expression, it¡¯s probably because her two feet have never been far away off of the ground before. So, flying in the sky for the first time, I presume it is naturally that she will have a slight fear of heights. Soon, the basket which was tied to a hemp rope had also reached its limit finally stopping its rise. The hemp rope was about 50 meters long, in other words, it was around the height of a fifteen to sixteen-story building. Roland let Anna reduce the fire so that the hot air balloon could begin to hover within the air. Lightning who had stayed close the basket for the whole time, but now where she saw the balloon was safely flying in the air she felt assured and thus she started a game of catch with Maggie around the hot air balloon. When looking down from this height they could clearly see the castle roof, the constructions taking place all across town, the Redwater River flowing from west to east and the green farmland on the other side of the river. ¡°How do you feel?¡± Roland asked with a smile as Anna retracted her hand. ¡°Thank you for your gift,¡± she said excitedly. ¡°It turns out that even I could fly so high.¡± ¡°You can even fly higher,¡± Roland sat down next to the side-wall of the rattan basket. ¡°If the following hemp rope was longer, we could fly even ten times higher, but up there the airflow is much more chaotic, and it would become harder for us to still stay safe. Furthermore, this is only the first aircraft, just wait until I invent a piston machine, then even ordinary people can fly faster and higher than even the birds, and then¡­¡± He looked up at the blue sky full of hope in his heart, ¡°humanity will one day fly out of this world and into the boundless space.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Anna held her breath, her eyes were shining and full of expectation for what was to come. ¡°I cannot guarantee that we will be able to fly out of the world,¡± Roland became amused by seeing her appearance, ¡°but creating a piston machine, so that even ordinary people can fly around like the birds, the rest of my life should still be enough time to achieve that.¡± In fact, with Anna¡¯s capabilities, I won¡¯t have to face any sort of bottlenecks during the processing, but the currently existing materials are so short of the needed quality. Low-quality pig iron is good enough to create steam engines while wrought iron is sufficiently good to produce guns with, and together with Anna¡¯s black fire to create steel producing revolver-rifles is also no problem. But to build an internal combustion engine, I am afraid I need high-quality iron, steel or aluminum for that. ¡°That Border Town was able to achieve its current appearance, this is all because of your contribution, ¡®Miss Anna¡¯.¡± After hearing these words, Anna stared blankly into the distance. After a while, she sat down and softly said, ¡°My mother died in a fire, while I wasn¡¯t buried inside of the thick smoke and the raging inferno and contrary to my expectation I instead became a witch. For a long time, I thought it was my awakening that had led to the fire, ending in the situation that I became extremely disgusted with myself for being a witch. Then, when I was imprisoned for being a witch, I thought that this was the way in which I could die in relief, but you saved me and took me out of prison. Teaching me how I could use my ability¡­ I would never have expected that in addition to destroying and bringing pain, my flame could also bring so much usefulness. ¡°Anna paused, ¡°That I was able to meet you, I should already feel very satisfied, but now I have discovered that my way of thinking has already changed. Sometimes my heart feels oppressed, and I feel unwell, hoping for even more.¡± She held onto Roland ¡®s shoulder, ¡°Even if it is like this, do you still want to hire me?¡± Her lake like blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight and blowing her breath directly into his face, giving him a somewhat itchy feeling. Through their thin clothing, he could feel her soft body and her racing heartbeat. Despite all of this, she did not avoid his view, she was looking straight into his eyes. In the absence of Nightingale, she was full of enthusiasm and now even took on the initiative. ¡°Out there ¡­¡± Even before Roland was able to finish, Anna had already sealed his lips. When they separated, he gasped, ¡°I want to hire you, all the way, Miss Anna. ¡°Ok.¡± This time, he took the initiative, lowering his head and closing the distance. ¡­ ¡°Hey¡± Maggie who had already been chasing Lightning for a while now, suddenly felt an emergency and stopped in the sky, looking at the empty basket, ¡°They¡¯ve disappeared! Goo!¡°. ¡°Ah?¡± After a short glance back Lightning said, ¡°They just sat down.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t they want to see the outside scenery?¡± ¡°They can always take in the landscape later, but they don¡¯t get many opportunities like this one.¡± ¡°Opportunities?¡± Maggie shook her wings and landed on Lighting¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I don¡¯t understand goo, should we go and take a look goo?¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do,¡± Lightning said, hugging the pigeon. ¡°It is a sacred ritual that cannot be interrupted.¡± ¡°Goo?¡± ¡°In short, I can only tell you that you will understand it in the future. Until then it¡¯s better for you not to see it, at least that was what my father, the greatest explorer ever, told me.¡± Lightning tossed Maggie into the air, ¡°Now it¡¯s your turn to run, and my turn to chase you!¡± Chapter 176 Chapter 176 The answer at the bottom of one¡¯s heart The hot air balloon stayed in the air for around half an hour. Afterward, it slowly came to land in the castle courtyard. When the basket of the balloon landed, it attracted the attention of all the other witches who had surrounded the waiting Nightingale one after another, and by now nearly all of the members of the Witch Alliance had gathered together in this place. Scrolls who had recently returned, from the City Hall had even run the whole way back. When she had arrived after taking a worried look up at the sky, as if she was afraid that a huge balloon would drop from it, she immediately requested to be informed about the situation. The moment the Prince had climbed out of the basket, Scroll and Wendy immediately went over, bursting into a lecture, advising him again to not put his own life into so much risk. The Prince, however, defended his behavior using the novelty of the toy as an excuse and flipping the topic around at them. Nightingale who felt that the situation was actually quite funny and was on her way up to meet them, suddenly felt how her heart turned stiff stopping instantly in her place. She¡¯d seen the overflowing joy within Anna¡¯s eyes when Roland had helped her out of the basket, staining her cheeks with a slight blush. Her flax colored bangs was skewed to one side, with the aid of a small hairpin which reflected the silvery within the sun. Nightingale recalled how he had polished a piece of silver during the time when he was at the factory, guiding the blacksmith on how to operate those heavy machines. Had His Highness personally made this hairpin? Soon the other witches began clamoring that they also wanted to take a tour on the balloon, and like that the balloon began to rise again, this time with Anna and Nana standing on board. Nightingale, however, stood outside of the crowd, staring at the hot air balloon, seeing it become smaller and smaller. In her mind there was only one thought, Anna¡¯s face, brimming with a gentle smile. Usually, Anna¡¯s face would always show a calm and neutral expression, rarely exposing any other type of expression. During her journey to the Witch Cooperation Association, within those large cities Nightingale had met many people displaying a similar smile. So, she knew what it meant, it was clear that His Royal Highness and Anna had not only simply taken in the scenery up in the sky. Even though Maggie and Lightning had still been around, making it impossible for them to take it to the last step. But as long as the idea came up even once, it would become difficult for them to suppress it again. She suddenly felt like a piece of her heart had become empty. Although she had thought that she had made her decision long ago, having to see it turn into reality, Nightingale discovered that she was far less prepared for it than she had ever imagined. Wanting to be alone she went to a corner and leaned herself against the wall to sit back down, watching everyone with a disturbed look, while her head was a complete blank. When the hot air balloon had landed once more, and Nana had stepped off of the basket, Leaves immediately seized the opportunity and climbed into the basket. When Nightingale came back to herself, she discovered that Roland was no longer in the courtyard, he had most probably returned back to the castle, busying himself with his work, maybe lecturing over one of his books. She also had to go back to the office, she needed to always stay at the Prince side, just as she had done in the past. But when Nightingale stood up, she found that she was unable to take the next step. She really didn¡¯t know how she should face Roland right now, even in the case that she entered her own space so that he couldn¡¯t see her, she still knew, seeing now his face full of happiness would only make her feel all the more uncomfortable. Wendy came over after the hot air balloon had gone up and down several times, ¡°Why don¡¯t you go over and try it for yourself? It¡¯s a great experience to see the town from up in the sky.¡± If right now there was anyone else that she could not face even less than His Highness, it would be Anna. So hearing this suggestion caused Nightingale to jump up in panic and exclaim, ¡°No, I really have to go back to the office.¡± The moment she finished speaking she entered her fog. But after taking two step she suddenly came to ask herself, why am I using my ability in the yard? Turning around, looking back, she was just in time to see how Wendy looked all over the place with an expression of wonder on her face, gnashing her teeth, she took the next step. ¡­ After dinner, she immediately returned back to her bedroom, while looking upwards, she fell backward onto the bed. Today, even until the very end, she had never shown her figure in the office. The times when His Royal Highness had tentatively shouted her name, she had only tapped his back twice with her hand, showing him that she was still there. And even when Roland placed the salty fishes she usually loved so much on top of the table, she still wasn¡¯t in the mood to compromise, having none of them. ¡°What¡¯s going on? What happened to you today?¡± Wendy also came back to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. ¡°While I¡¯ve seen everyone else riding on the hot air balloon, I only saw you sitting alone at the side.¡± ¡°It¡¯s Nothing,¡± Nightingale said, turning herself away. ¡°It¡¯s obviously that there is something going on,¡± Wendy sat down at the bedside, turning Nightingales¡¯ body around. After staring at her for a moment, she continued. ¡°I thought you understood that you can tell me anything.¡± ¡°¡­ ¡± The latter closed her eyes, only after a long while did she quietly murmur, ¡°it¡¯s because of Anna.¡± ¡°Anna?¡± Nightingale did not want to speak about these kinds of disturbing things, after all, this would only make feel even more petty. Since the first witch His Highness had met had been Anna and not her. But on the other side, if she didn¡¯t speak about it, the pain in her heart it would only become stronger, and even harder for her to bear. Furthermore, Wendy had always given her a lot of help when she had needed it. Whenever she was confused, the first person she always thought of who could help her would be Wendy, she had never let her down. Thinking of this, she gently held on to Wendy¡¯s hand and began to talk about her issues. After listening to Nightingales¡¯ story, Wendy sighed, ¡°I knew that Anna didn¡¯t understand the importance of that matter, but you also don¡¯t get it? The last time I had already reminded you that he cannot be together with a witch. As the King, Roland Wimbledon will need to have children to inherit his kingdom, because of this aspect, he can never choose a witch to be his wife. ¡°He will.¡± ¡°What?¡± Wendy was startled. ¡°Lord Roland will marry a witch,¡± Nightingale said, opening her eyes, one after another, ¡°He had said so himself!¡± She had wanted to keep this message deeply hidden at the bottom of her heart, but now she could now longer bear the feeling of it not being taken seriously. Wendy seemed to be frightened by the news, after a while, she asked with a frown, ¡°Are you sure of this?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Nightingale confirmed it once more and to make it clear as she repeated Scroll¡¯s question on that day. ¡°When it came to the question of ¡®Are you likely to marry a witch?¡¯ He only replied with, ¡®Why not?¡¯ You know my ability, you know that I can tell whether a person is telling the truth or if he is lying, and when he had given his answer, he had not been lying.¡± Wendy suddenly grabbed Nightingale ¡®s arm forcefully. ¡°You¡¯re only allowed to remember this, never speak about it again, not even to any of the other sisters of our Witch Alliance.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because he is destined to become the King of Graycastle, and what does a King without any descendants mean? Even without the Church, it would already become difficult to get the local aristocracy to support such a King! Therefore, this matter must be kept strictly confidential, you absolutely cannot talk with anyone about it! For now, all you have to do is to protect his safety. Do not forget, if he can become the King of Greycastle, or not, will also decides the fate of us sisters!¡± Nightingale nodded her head, showing that she had understood. ¡°As for the matter that is bothering you,¡± Wendy thought for a moment. ¡°Do you want to take the seat of the Queen or do you just want to stay by his side?¡± ¡°Of course, I want to stay with him,¡± Nightingale said without hesitation. ¡°Then aren¡¯t you already staying at his side?¡± Wendy smiled, ¡°there will indeed only be one Queen, but even if he ascends the throne, he will still need your protection. Do you understand what I mean by this?¡± Nightingale just blinked with her eyes, but she didn¡¯t reply. ¡°So, staying together isn¡¯t difficult, what¡¯s difficult for you is to accept the choice that you have to make,¡± Wendy said, ¡°if you cannot do it, you have to give up your position, or you have to take on the next step¡­ As for this question, what would be the right choice, only you know the answer.¡± ¡­ On the next morning, when Roland yawningly entered his office and opened the drawer, he discovered that the fishes had disappeared without leaving a trace. Chapter 177 Chapter 177 The Will of the Church Within the Cathedral at Hermes. The Pope¡¯s position remained vacant. The three Archbishops sat side by side, and it was once more Archbishop Mayne who opened the discussion, ¡°I heard that some unrest has broken out within the Kingdom of Eternal Winter?¡± ¡°Under the leadership of High Priest Coburn, the Judges stationed there are already dealing with that matter,¡± replied Tayfun. ¡°In the end, what was the reason for the unrest?¡± ¡°If it hadn¡¯t been for those dregs that had been taken into the Church,¡± Heather whistled, ¡°after the Queen has been beheaded, most of the nobles have joined the Church and were integrated into the upper echelons of the Church because of your plan to compromise, Mayne. They turned a blind eye to the plundering taking place under the guise of arresting witches by the city guards. But, the common people cannot accept this procedure which also naturally birthed resentment.¡± ¡°Heather, that had not been my plan,¡± Mayne responded in annoyance, ¡°This was a decree ushered in by the Supreme Pontiff. This way we can take over and control the kingdom within the shortest amount of time, rather than having to continue fighting against the nobility. Furthermore, there are also some outstanding talents amongst them, winning them over should be a great help to us. As for those vermin, since their descendants can¡¯t inherit their privileges in any case, they should be all eliminated within the next generation.¡± ¡°Alright, since you were only following the decree of the Supreme Pontiff, I won¡¯t say anything about this any longer,¡± Heather shrugged, ¡°but those violators who have corrupted the reputation of the Church must be handed over to me.¡± Mayne looked at Archbishop Tayfun, who was muttering to himself hesitantly, ¡°I propose that for the time being we do not try to deal with them. When the turmoil has come to an end, it will still be possible for us to place the aristocracy under house arrest, but doing so now, so soon after they have joined the Church, it will only create an unease within their rank.¡± ¡°No!¡± Heather pounded on the table. ¡°We can¡¯t permit them to go against the fundamental rules of the Church. Any looting taking place in the name of the Church is a felony, and it is me who is the one in control of the rules and arbitration!¡± ¡°This time, for the purpose of the overall situation¡­¡± ¡°What I¡¯m saying is in accordance with the big picture.¡± Heather directly interrupted the words that were about to come from Tayfun, ¡°Do not forget that we have relied on our established image of being both fair and just to conquer the Kingdom of Endless Winter! If at this time we don¡¯t strike a severe blow against those scum, the people of the Kingdom of Endless Winter will lose all of confidence in us! This is the foundation that the Church is relying on and not those group of damned aristocrats. If you do not agree with me on this, I will directly go to the Pope and ask for his ruling!¡± The Pope has no time to worry over such matters, nor is the foundation of the Church in the hands of the ordinary people, but rather it¡¯s decided by how powerful we are. Mayne sighed and decided to reach out to her so that she wouldn¡¯t get too excited about this matter. ¡°Then will we ask the High Priest Coburn to escort them back to New Holy City so that they can face trial? ¡°That won¡¯t be necessary, I will personally head out,¡± Heather said, ¡°Recently, I¡¯ve been rushing my matters here to get them finished. Furthermore, I should also be able to come back within two or three months. It is naturally that the more people who see a trial the better it will be, and King¡¯s City of the Kingdom of Endless Winter would be the best place to hold it.¡± ¡°Are you sure about that?¡± Mayne frowned. ¡°Right now, we have no free conductor who can protect you during your stay in the Kingdom of Endless Winter, if you are to encounter an extraordinary witch, you will be in great danger.¡± ¡°Where should so many extraordinary witches be coming from?¡± Heather didn¡¯t accept Mayne¡¯s opinion as being worth considering, ¡°Just give me a team of warriors from the Army of Judge that should be enough. ¡°If you insist.¡± Mayne did not want to quarrel over this subject any longer, ¡°There are still some other bad news I have to tell you. The Church¡¯s army had been unexpected repelled in the Wolfsheart Kingdom near to Broken Castle. We have already lost more than twenty members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army and more than a hundred warriors of the Army of Judges, even with all of these losses we still weren¡¯t able to conquer Broken Castle.¡± ¡°Twenty members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± Tayfun couldn¡¯t believe what he was hearing, ¡°Who was the conductor?¡± ¡°Bell, and she¡¯s already confirmed dead.¡± ¡°The conductor was killed? It seems that they actually met with an unexpectedly tough challenge.¡± Heather interest was piqued, ¡°The loss of so many members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army must really have given Lord O¡¯Brian an intense headache.¡± ¡°We cannot blame this on him after all, the Broken Castle is placed in special terrain. Their gate entrance is high up in the middle of the mountain, the distance between the road and the gate is around ten meters. Furthermore, they had also destroyed the wooden bridge using some unknown alchemist solution.¡± Mayne explained, ¡±According to the reports, they put up wooden ladders, and every time the God¡¯s Punishment Army tries to crawl up them, they would suffer under a strange flame attack. The defender would spout a white solution out of pipes installed above the gate. Soon after they sent it out, it began to vaporize and catch fire, changing into a blazing flame which would cling to a person¡¯s body. ¡°No matter what they tried to do, they still couldn¡¯t take it off. It only ended after they were completely burned through. Our troops are now trying to get into contact with our believers of the Church that are within the city, their trying to see if they can start an attack from inside and outside at the same time.¡± ¡°I dare say the church in the city has already become a bloodbath,¡± Heather twitched her mouth ¡°If we want that our attacks to get through, the right move can only be to send out more people. The Alchemist will never be able to produce their solution on masse, sooner or later they will eventually run out of supply.¡± ¡°You are talking about our God¡¯s Punishment Army!¡± Tayfun became so enraged that his beard started to tremble, ¡°Do you know how difficult it is to convert someone into a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army? Right now, we don¡¯t even possess one thousand of them, and if we have to use force to unify the country we will lose more than half of them, what should we then use to resist the demonic beast attack during the Months of Demons? Not even to mention our fight against the Devils afterward.¡± ¡°Do not fight,¡± Mayne said, ¡°I will tell you this one piece of news, so it will be unnecessary for you to argue over the method of attack. At this moment, the Church needs as many members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army as possible, and now that the Kingdom of Endless Winter is under our control, some things can be done that will be a bit more justifiable. In the past, those ¡°seeds¡± had been delivered twice each year. But now, I have requested an additional delivery. With the Months of Demons even influencing the spring, its length is no longer as consistent, so from summer onwards, every season a new batch of seeds will be sent to the New Holy City, and the transformation ceremony can also be held correspondingly. The task to handle this matter will be handed over to you, Tayfun.¡± ¡°But there aren¡¯t enough orphans and babies to provide the required number, ah,¡± the old Archbishop stroked his beard. ¡°After all, not everyone will choose to abandon their child and send it to the church.¡± ¡°In that case, you had to find another way to provide enough. The Kingdom of Endless Winter is the kingdom in which we have operated for the longest time, because of this, most of the population are already part of our believers. In case that even within this land you¡¯re still unable to provide enough manpower, swallowing the other three kingdoms will take even longer. Don¡¯t forget, if there is ever be any unrest during the reunification process of the continent, we have to rely on the Army of Judges and the God¡¯s Punishment Army to suppress them.¡° ¡°It isn¡¯t the case that there aren¡¯t enough people,¡± Heather explained with a smile, ¡°There are as many children wandering the streets as there are stray cats and wild dogs. I have even heard that there were black street rats who especially went to hire those children. They are then trained into pickpockets, contractors, smugglers or scapegoats. ¡°Previously the nobility hadn¡¯t gotten rid of them and instead offered them some places to hide, but now, thanks to Mayne¡¯s gift, they¡¯ve all become a part of the Church. As long as we cover the sewers, where can those mice go to hide? The only task left will be to send out the Army of Judges and try to clear up the underground, that way we can catch everything in one net. Doing it like this means you can harvest a lot of children, while the removal of those dregs will still gain us a good impression from the civilians at the same time. If we can also deter those who are beginning to stir up the nobles, we can succeed in three objectives in one go, can¡¯t we?¡± This is indeed a good solution, Mayne thought, no matter how extreme her temperament was whenever she was faced with had to face a problem, she would be the fastest person to come up with a countermeasure, so if for this ability he only had to ignore a few words coming from her, he would consider it a small price to pay. ¡°Just carry on with this method. In short, before the fall, it is important that we conquer the territory of Wolfsheart Kingdom. So, that with the exception of the troops we need to maintain order, we can transfer all other warriors of the Army of Judges back to Hermes. During this year¡¯s Months of Demons, The enemy will only become even more powerful.¡± Tayfun, although reluctantly but he still nodded his head, ¡°Also, the Kingdom of Dawn has already noticed the development in their neighboring kingdoms. The aristocracy within many cities are pointing their spearhead at the Church, there were already situations where they have plundered the churches then burned them down. I suggest we think about organizing a temporary evacuation of our believers. It really isn¡¯t necessary to waste them in such a conflict.¡± ¡°No, that won¡¯t do, they have to resist,¡± Mayne said, ¡°The more sacrifices we have to make, the more reasons we will have later to retaliate.¡± This is not a waste, but the seed of fire. They already don¡¯t have much faith in the Church, if we retreat out of the kingdom now, the Church will only appear to be even weaker. ¡°Well, I just wanted to mention it, nothing more,¡± Tayfun gave up, ¡°Lastly there is the Kingdom of Graycastle¡­ ah, it is better if you see it yourself,¡± saying this he took out a scroll from his sleeve and threw it in front of Mayne. Mayne unfolded it and swept his gaze over the letters with his two eyes, the letter had unexpectedly come from the Queen of Clearwater, Garcia Wimbledon. It didn¡¯t take long, and his eyebrows wrinkled up. ¡°Did she even hang her priest?¡± ¡°Not only him, she even fed all of our believers to the fishes,¡± Tayfun added, ¡°and the church was then completely broken down even to the last stone. Plus, she should have already discovered the side effects of the pills.¡± Heather smacked her lips, ¡°I had already told you that it was only a matter of time. Even if they supplement their soldier unceasingly with those toys, with each new pill taken the effect would become smaller, until they die in the end because of weakness. Taking those pills and using them to destroy their armies was a good idea, but when its effect came to the surface, they will immediately discover what kind of game we are playing. The true problem is, if I remember correctly, that our spies had reported that only a small group of her soldiers have taken the pills, right? Instead it were the barbarians from the south who have eaten a lot of them.¡± ¡°Not more than a thousand, and she said that we will have to pay for them.¡± Mayne put the letter down, ¡°It¡¯s ridiculous, without the support of the Church, how could she have ever become the Queen of Clearwater? Where is Timothy Wimbledon right now? He also received our pills so why is he still delaying his attack on the South?¡± ¡°He is currently plundering the North, he had set out to handle the attempted rebellion from the Protector of the Northern Border. He has to first stop this rebellion, to prevent any instability later. He probably wants to first take down several Duke¡¯s, and only then he will go face Garcia.¡± Tayfun replied, ¡°I just don¡¯t know if the new King, after capturing the North, will really make a beeline to the South or if he first goes to the Western Border, trying and take it back.¡± Chapter 178 Chapter 178 The Mysterous Secret Temple ¡°Ha ha ha¡­¡± Heather laughed out loudly, ¡°It must not be expected that a chess-piece will stay completely obedient the whole time, and as long as it is consistence with our final goal everything will be alright. It doesn¡¯t matter where he strikes, as long as the soldiers continue to consume the pills. Anyway, the Kingdom of Graycastle is the last one on our list, so there is still enough time left for them to fight it out. Furthermore, Roland Wimbledon didn¡¯t reject our pills last time, right? Maybe when Timothy puts some pressure on the Western Territory, he will be prepared to accept them.¡± That being said, the matter concerning the Queen of Clearwarter still caused some displeasure to Archbishop Mayne, after all, she was a piece he had personally selected. In case that Timothy, after conquering the rest of the Kingdom of Graycastle still didn¡¯t fight a decisive battle with Garcia, and they instead stationed their troops between them to maintain the confrontation, the battle for the throne wouldn¡¯t achieve desired outcome. Apparently it is time to adopt some different methods. ¡°There still isn¡¯t any news from the envoy we¡¯ve sent to the Western Border, so we will meet again after we hear from them,¡± Mayne decided. ¡°Let¡¯s end it here for today. Will the two excellencies act accordingly to the plan, I still have some other matters I have to attend to on Hermes. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right isn¡¯t it,¡± Heather seemed to suddenly have remembered something, ¡°Wasn¡¯t today, the day of conversion? How many people have decided to participate in the conversion ceremony?¡± ¡°That is confidential information.¡± With this Mayne stood up and went straight out of the chamber, not turning around even once. ¡­ After walking on a seemingly endless stairway that was hanging in mid air leading to the bottom, the Archbishop crossed a mirror-like white millstone and went towards the depths of the Church¡¯s core. Different from its usual quiet, the core was quite lively today, a group of Judges were standing outside of the temple, waiting to be lead in. For most of them, it was their first time entering this place, so they were all busy looking around still full of curiosity. The moment they saw Mayne their hands went straight to their chest and they gave him a salute, ¡°Your Excellency!¡± He smiled and nodded in their direction. These Judges were the elite warriors of the church and they were fully devoted to God, sacrificing their life for the chance to be part of the God¡¯s Punishment Army Conversion Ceremony, without having any guarantee of success. This was a point that they had to understand clearly before they could apply, but even so, they were still willing to give up their life for this great honor. The eyes of the warriors were full of reverence as they looked at him. In this way, he passed the third checkpoint and came to the gate of the Central Secret Temple. The Pope¡¯s personal guards were already here waiting for him. They bowed to greet him, then pushed open the metal gate behind them. Mayne followed the guards and stepped in behind them, through the gate. From this point onwards, he has entered the heart of Hermes, it was here that all of the Church¡¯s inventions and research took place. There were no torches within the central secret area, because of this his vision suddenly darkened and only after a moment for him to adapt did he see a narrow passage appear in front of his eyes. The channels roof and walls have been fully covered with cast iron, and both sided of it were inlaid with fluorescent stones. These strange stones were a type of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and after soaking in demonic beast blood they began to emit a green fluorescence. Reaching the end of the channel a cage appeared in front of him. After entering the cage, the guards activated the mechanism and it started to go downwards. The chain above their heads issued a crunching sound, which seemed to be especially ear-piercing within the narrow channel. Accompanied by this cacophony of sounds, the cage slowly sank into a hole in the ground, then suddenly Mayne¡¯s eyes were flooded with light. An extremely spacious underground area suddenly appeared before his eyes. No matter how often he had seen this scene, he would always be shocked by it anew, giving birth to a feeling of insignificance from his heart. In accordance with common sense, buried so deeply underground, the cave should have been dark, pitch-dark. But here, the entire cave was illuminated by the light coming from the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. The God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation were spread over the whole cave, rising from the ground and forming several stalagmites like crystal flowers. Even the smallest stalagmites were so thick that it was nearly impossible for as many as ten grown men to encircle it. While the highest stalagmite almost reached the apex of the cave, even higher than the Hermes¡¯ Cathedral¡¯s Tower. Their colors were also all differently having almost nothing in common with each other, the densest stalagmites of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation were lavender, while the ones at the edge had changed from a dark blue to a light green. The smaller ones were even white, while the seemingly only recently emerged stalagmites had a near transparent body. The lavender colored God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation were the stones shining the brightest, especially the stalagmite which surpassed even the Cathedral¡¯s tower. Its brightness came close to the that of the full moon, making it possible to see the end of the cave without the help of a torch, but also allowing one to just faintly be able to see the ground. Under the influence of such a large concentration of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, the inside of the mountains could be regarded as being a magic free area. The God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation that were sold by the Church had all been mined from this place. The space within the cave was large enough to accommodate five or six of Hermes¡¯ basilicas, and down here they had indeed built an exact replica of the cathedral that was above ground, called the Pantheon. But the temple looked much older than the one that was on the top of the mountain. From high up in the air, Mayen could see a black iron gate in the mountain wall behind the temple. It led to the entrance standing at the foot of Hermes connecting it with the Old Holy City. So in a sense, this ancient building could be called the actual core of the Church, it has already existed long before the New Holy City had been established. The cage took a quarter-hour to reach the ground. When Mayne could finally walk out of the cage, he straightened his robes and followed the messenger to the temple. The conversion ceremony would be held in a hall of the temple. Stepping into the hall, the light surrounding the Archbishop was no longer a cold blue-lavender but was instead an orange that was created by thousands of burning candles. Overhead there hung a three-tiered tower-like chandelier, and candle holders had been placed all around the hall. Looking at them through devote eyes they seemed like countless shaking stars. Thanks to all of the flames, the chilliness had been completely dispersed from the cave. The man standing in the middle of the two conversion tables was the Supreme Pontiff of the Church, Pope O¡¯Brien. He wore an eye-catching red-gold robe with gold-colored gemstones on his head and at the moment was carefully checking the conversion equipment, and finishing the last bit of preparations for the ceremony. ¡°Your Holiness,¡± standing before O¡¯Brian, Mayne immediately kneeled down in worship and kissing the pope¡¯s fingers. ¡°Get up, son.¡± the pope slowly responded with a hoarse voice. ¡°Besides the guards, no one else is here, there is no need for elaborate rituals.¡± ¡°Right,¡± Mayne stood up, but still couldn¡¯t stop himself from becoming shocked. Compared with last time, the Supreme Pontiff now appeared to be much older, he had gotten deep wrinkles all over his face, and his skin now seemed to be an unhealthy shade of white, both loose and dull. Lastly, a lot of dense and eye-catching brown spots had appeared all over his body. Seeing the pope in such condition, the Archbishop¡¯s eyes immediately became hot, ¡°You¡¯re¡­ suffering.¡± ¡°This is a trace of time,¡± O¡¯Brien muttered, ¡°no one can fight against time, my life is running low, I¡¯m afraid that I will never see the day when humans can defeat the devil. But, in this way I also don¡¯t have to face the pain of the unknown anymore. Be that as it might, you have to keep on fighting until you¡¯ve finally defeat the enemy or you¡¯ve been defeated by them.¡± If we fail again, we will ultimately perish, Mayne nodded, ¡°I will do my duty until even the very last minute.¡± ¡°Very well,¡± the old man smiled in satisfaction. ¡°You¡¯ve been doing very well lately, you¡¯ve even increased the Army of Judges by more than thousand soldiers. Today we have sixty-two applications for the conversion, which can be regarded as the biggest number within recent years.¡± ¡°Can you tell me how many members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army we will need to overthrow the Devils?¡± Mayne asked, and after hesitating for a moment, he continued. ¡°All the information I know about the Devils comes from the Holy Book. But the record in the book aren¡¯t complete, within them, there isn¡¯t any information about their origin, quantity or combat style recorded. I know that to know these secret I will have to wait until I become the next Pope, but¡­¡± ¡°You are too anxious, you have to show more patience,¡± O¡¯Brian reminded him, ¡°and it won¡¯t be long before you can take over the title of Supreme Pontiff, becoming the next Pope. You will find all the answers to your questions in a secret library at the top of the Pantheon. For now, I can only tell you this, the more there are, the better it will be.¡± He sighed. ¡°Also, I¡¯m not really looking forward to you presiding over the conversion ceremony, but since you¡¯re already here, this session of the conversion, you will try to host it while I will be looking at it from the side. For later, this way you can also accumulate some¡­ Keke¡­ experience.¡± Chapter 179 Chapter 179 Conversion Ritual To become the next Pope, it was necessary to grasp all knowledge about the God¡¯s Punishment Army¡¯s Conversion Ceremony. A year ago, after O¡¯Brian had declared that Mayne would be the one to become his successor, he had given him books about the ceremony to read. Only when he had obtained all the knowledge within would he have the qualifications to succeed him. Because of this, the contents of the book have long since already been memorized. To create a new soldier for the God¡¯s Punishment Army, it was necessary to sacrifice a witch¡¯s life. A mixture was made out of her blood and out of the God¡¯s Punishment Stones, which was then injected into a warrior of the Army of Judges. During the centuries the pattern of the ceremony had been improved many times, but the essence of it has never changed ¨C while the number of witches decided the upper limit of the possible number of new member for the God¡¯s Punishment Army, it was the devotion and will of the Judges which decided its rate of success. After reading this book, he finally came to understand why the Church would accommodate so many young women every year. There was no outward sign to indicated that they would turn into a witch, before the moment they started to gather their magic, they were completely the same as any other human. But once they began to converge into their magic power, their body, organs, and blood would all be changed. So, in addition to expanding the scale of the breeding, there was no other way they could raise the number of witches. This was also the reason why he had approved of Heather¡¯s way of speaking ¨C everything they had ever done was totally evil, the hands of the people within the higher ranks of the Church were all soaked in blood. They had killed more witches than any executioner. But in order to defeat the Devil, to avoid the destruction of humanity, they had no choice but to do so. Only the victorious would be qualified to obtain God¡¯s favor. ¡­ There were two Judges placed on the conversion table, and Mayne knew both of them, namely it was Dylan from the first battalion and also Tucker Thor, a Holy City guard, who was still a Presiding Judge. Even though both of them were smiling and trying to display their faith, but because of their tensed muscles and clenched fist, the Archbishop could still see just how nervous they truly were. So he tried to calm them by stepping up to them and patting their shoulders, ¡°Relax, I believe both of you will succeed.¡± ¡°Your Excellency, as long as we endure the pain, will we make it?¡± Dylan couldn¡¯t prevent himself from asking. ¡°That¡¯s right, you only have to hold on,¡± Mayne laughed. ¡°Your name is Dylan, right?¡± ¡°You remembered my name,¡± he became totally excited. ¡°Of course, you are a member of the First Battalion, which had participated in the war to defend Hermes last year. The captain of your unit is¡­ Alecia, am I right?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Dylan nodded over and over, ¡°During the battle, our unit suffered heavy casualties, half of my comrades died under the claws of the demonic beasts. I thought that if I could get the ability to kill those mixed species like I¡¯d seen the God¡¯s Punishment Army do, Your Excellency, I would also want to become a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army!¡± ¡°That¡¯s a firm belief,¡± Mayne encouraged, and then turned around to look at the other Judge. ¡°So what¡¯s about you, Tucker Thor, what is your reason for becoming a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± ¡°I want to defend the New Holy City,¡± said the Presiding Judge. ¡°Furthermore, it seems that each passing year the demonic beasts only keep on growing stronger. They already broke through the wall of the Holy City last year, and if it weren¡¯t for the God¡¯s Punishment Army, it would have been entirely possible that they cathedral would have had fallen on that day. So now I also want to become a powerful shield against the demonic beasts, and pierce them with my pike.¡± ¡°Excellent, you are both the pride of the Church,¡± Mayne, just as it was described in the ancient records, tried to resolve their tension and fear through using encouraging words. When he saw that their faith was as strong as possible, he waved his hand to signal that the ceremony could now continue. A group of guards came up to blindfold their eyes and used iron rings to fix their ankles and hands to the top of the table, making it impossible for them to struggle free during the course of the Conversion Ceremony. Then the witch was also brought in and placed on the table between the two. As a witch that belonged to the Church, she had spent most of her life in a monastery within the Old Holy City, but after her awakening, she was then sent over to the core area, waiting until it was time for her to become the material needed for the conversion. One day before she was to be turned into a sacrifice, she was forced to drink a lot of dream water was. The dream water was an herbal medicine made from boiling sleeping ferns and winter flowers, it ensured that regardless of what happened she would not wake up during the ceremony. ¡°Number, age?¡± ¡°One, eighteen,¡± one of the guards replied. This was just a routine inquiry, only the blood of an adult witch was strong enough to meet their requirements of conversion of Judges into a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. After Mayne confirmed that the witch did indeed belong to the right roster he announced that the ceremony would now begin. On his signal, a fine silver syringe was inserted into the witch¡¯s arm, and soon after her reddish-brown blood began to flow through the tube which was wrapped around the needle, and gather into a crystal basin. The bottom of the basin was covered by a layer of pale blue God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, gradually becoming covered by the blood until it finally filled the whole basin. The God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation soon gave birth to some changes. Through the side of the crystal basin they could see how the blue stones were being absorbed the witch¡¯s blood and about half an hour later the stones started to melt gradually until they had completely disappeared. The turbid blood now became clear, turning from a reddish-brown into sky a blue. Even though this operation seemed to be quite simple, but only after tens of thousands of tests, were they finally able to come up with such a reliable procedure. For example, what was the best age, evaluating how much blood the witch contained, the right method for the needle and skin tube¡¯s production, from which part the blood should be taken and into which part should it be inserted, as well as what quality God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation would work for the best and what would be the right amount to use¡­ In addition to using the ancient records, they also wrote down all of their own failed experiment and their thoughts on how they could make it better. But at the same time they were also explaining the general principle behind the conversion process. After a witch¡¯s body was changed by their magic, their blood got the ability to strengthen the organs and tendons, but if the blood was used directly, it would only lead to the recipient dying instantly. Because of this, it was necessary to immerse a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation within the witch¡¯s blood and dissolving the ¡°mysterious power¡± that was still within. After this it could now be injected into the aspirants ¨C but, even with this, the blood would still damage receptionist¡¯s consciousness, causing them to gradually lose their emotions and intelligence, ultimately turning them into beings which could only survive by using their instincts and a strong will. If they outlived the ceremony, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation would give them the additional effect that even without wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, they would still be able to ban all magic around them. He had to say, this was really a fascinating combination. The blood of a witch which would usually cause humans to die and the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation which, when swallowed would also put the people to death, when combined, their adverse effects would instead be reduced to a minimum. When the blue liquid slowly flowed over their skin, and was absorbed by the two Judges, the veins in their arms and neck suddenly rose up, and their expression turned grim, as if they had to endure an enormous pain. Dylan was the first to shout out loudly, he struggled wildly on the table, clenching and opening his hands repeatedly, but he couldn¡¯t move his hands or his feet, even though his body soon began to emit a layer of thin sweat. Tucker, however, wasn¡¯t in a much better condition either, he began growling and foam and blood could be seen at the edge of his mouth as his body twitched. The fluid inside the crystal basin dropped little by little and soon the bottom became visible, by now Dylan¡¯s voice had already turned into a sobbing, interrupted by shouts of words carrying an unknown meaning. His skin began dissolving emitting a white smoke from his head to his toes. According to the judgement of the ancient records, this signs indicated that his conversion was on the brink of failure. Mayne hesitated, unsure over whether he should continue observing further, but at this moment the Pope stepped in behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder and said, ¡°That¡¯s enough, let him go.¡± With these words, one of the Pope¡¯s personal guards came forward, drew a dagger and stabbed it smoothly and cleanly into Dylan¡¯s neck, quickly turning the handle and ending Dylan¡¯s suffering. . After a painfully long wait, Tucker Thor¡¯s convulsions finally subsided, and his breathing gradually became smoother, and his former rosy skin turned a shade of light blue. Seeing this, Mayne knew that he had survived the conversion ceremony. One man succeeded while another man had failed, seeing this result Mayne sighed, within a quarter of an hour the Church has lost a devoted Judge and also wasted half of the witch¡¯s blood. But there were still sixty other Judges waiting for their chance at conversion, so he had to let the ceremony go on. ¡­ By the time the ceremony finally came to an end, Mayne was almost unable to stand. he staggered along the table, nearly throwing off the instruments that were lying on it, finally he sat on the ground, with his back to the wall. The Pope slowly came over until he was standing in front of him, ¡°To tell you the truth, I¡¯m surprised by your performance. The first time I presided over the ceremony, I did it much worse than you. At that year I was still Forty-five years old, but the strong smell of the blood made me throw up directly on the conversion table, almost wasting a whole pot of blood. The former Pope even gave me a ruthless beating, but the moment he was finished he had ordered me to go back on stage and continue to preside over the ceremony.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Hearing his tale, Mayne opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn¡¯t really know what to say. ¡°So, if you do not want anything else, you may go back and have a good rest for today.¡± ¡°Yes, by your will.¡± The Archbishop took a deep breath, then went down on his knees and gave his salute, but he suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit today, ¡°Hold on, today the reason you called me to the Mysterious Central Temple was because¡­¡± ¡°Oh, look at my memory,¡± O¡¯Brien shook his head self-mockingly: ¡°I was looking for you to give you a new poison, which was recently created within the core area.¡± ¡°Poison?¡± The core had devoted their energy into studying the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, creating such things as cold pills, fluorescent stones, wild chemical drug and so on. Afterwards all of their creation would be then sent to the Archbishop. But until now he had never heard that they had involved themselves in the production of poison, in Mayne opinion, that sort of thing should be done by the Alchemists who were good at it. ¡°According to them, its invention was entirely due to luck.¡± the Pope said unhurriedly. ¡°It only becomes effective after it is sprinkled on rotten corpses and will have an effect on the surrounding population for a long time, compared to ordinary poisons it isn¡¯t necessary for the target to ingest it orally. And without the special antidote, it is completely impossible for it to be cured. For the specific circumstances, you can inquire with Master Crow¡¯s Eye. But, I thought that it might come in handy in the battle with the Four Kingdoms. Hearing its description, Mayne immediately thought of the Broken Castle in the Wolfsheart Kingdom, and the unpleasant stalemate situation in the Kingdom of Graycastle. He suppressed his joy and saluted again: ¡°If the poison is as effective as Master Crow¡¯s Eye say¡¯s it is, this should help me a lot.¡± Chapter 180 Chapter 180 Population Statistics Recently, Roland would always find himself in a cheerful mood. Even while he was sitting alone in the office, he would occasionally be humming a ditty or two, immersed in the memories of his fantastic time inside the hot air balloon. When Anna closed her eyes to kiss him, here appearance was just too cute. Every time he thought about it, he couldn¡¯t stop himself from smiling. Furthermore, the most important point had been the meaning behind her words, and how she showed them afterward with her passion and affection. The only thing he could do was to respond even more passionately to her. So strongly that when they landed Roland felt like there was a dull pain from his lips. Probably, I had been kissing her too long, so that she became short of breath and used her teeth in panic? In any case, I haven¡¯t experienced this kind of feelings in a long time. When he came already near the end of his first quarter of life, those skills he¡¯d learned from television dramas, and manhua finally came in handy, and the best part was that the object of his affection was the beautiful and moving Miss Anna. Roland finally felt that he had taken his first step to becoming a winner in life. He opened the drawer and grasped blindly around it, wanting to chew some snacks to calm his joy, yet the result was that he only felt empty air ¨C I clearly put the beef jerky in yesterday, ah. Roland looked back at Nightingale who stood by the window, seeing that the latter was blowing the whistle and pretended to only be casually watching the scenery outside. He had deliberately replaced the dried fish, trying to prevent Nightingale from stealing, but who could have thought that this also wouldn¡¯t stop her from taking the dried beef? At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from outside the door. ¡°Your Highness, Lord Barov requests to see you.¡± ¡°Let him in.¡± Nightingale did not fade this time as she had always done before, she only pulled up her hood and took a place on the couch by the wall. When the Assistant Minister opened the door and saw another person was also in the office he slightly raised his brow but soon resumed his normal appearance. ¡°Your Highness, this month¡¯s demographic statistic has been completed.¡± Saying this he handed over a parchment to Roland. ¡°So fast?¡± ¡°With the Citizen Registration File, it has become much more convenient to count them,¡± the Assistant Minister explained laughingly. ¡°Your previous decision to implement them was really wise.¡± Oh, now you¡¯ve turned into a bootlicker¡­ Roland spread the scroll out in front of him; on it, Roland could see how many people inside of Border Town were engaged in which professions. They were sorted in categories so that one glance was enough to know all the relevant information. Compared with his previous reports, which hadn¡¯t even been separated into paragraphs, Barov¡¯s ability has progressed by a significant margin. The first line contained the group with the largest population, the serfs. Currently, they included a total of 3628 people (including their family members). The line underneath it read, ¡°Remarks: 1500 serfs are now engaged in farming.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness, don¡¯t you think that the number of farmers are too small?¡± Barov pointed to first line and said, ¡°According to Sirius Daly, from the Ministry of Agriculture, if we want to achieve a state where Border Town doesn¡¯t need to import food any longer, he fears that we will have to double the amount of the recently added farmland and manpower, only in this way will we be able to satisfy the amount of grain that Border Town needs. Hearing this name, Roland recalled the impression he had of Sirius, he should be a former knight who belonged to the Wolf Family. The 1500 men who were now engaged in farming were the first serfs who were sent to Border Town, all the subsequent batches Roland had transferred to the mine or to Karl¡¯s construction team ¨C but they also gotten the same assurance that as long as they worked hard enough, they would also be promoted to free people. ¡°I did not intend to produce enough grain to become self¨Csufficient by this year, and also, we currently have so much wheat stored in the castle warehouses, that it is enough to supply us for two or three months at least. And this year¡¯s harvest of the new species of wheat won¡¯t be the same as before. ¡°Not the same?¡± Barov got shocked by the unexpected revelation. ¡°When the moment comes, you will understand.¡± Roland smiled. After all, they had planted Leaves¡¯ Golden Ones, the yield of each plant was at least three times higher than that of the old wheat plants. When it came time to harvest, it would surely serve as a shock. This was the reason why he didn¡¯t want to put too many people into the area of agriculture. With the crops being changed by Leaves magic, in the future they would only need a small number of farmers to feed most of Border Town¡¯s population. So with this in mind, as to save valuable human resources, he had placed a lot of the serfs into the industrial-development and the urban-construction fields. Roland continued to look further down the list. The second paragraph on the parchment was concerning the construction department, the following notes were divided into several groups, such like masons, bricklayer, mud craftsmen, carpenters, handyman and so forth. The total number that was engaged in this area was more than 1100 people, of which the vast majority were serfs who worked as handyman. It was precisely because of these newly added people, that he was able to quickly build a batch of residential areas and factories ¨C changing it to template buildings, mass production and routine process where all the important part needed to speed up the construction process. In Roland¡¯s eyes, this degree of improvement was still not enough, but for the locals, it was already a completely different world. The third paragraph was about the mining staff. Similar to the construction industry above, the amount of Border Town¡¯s local inhabitants were reduced to 25 people. They were mainly operating the steam engine, or were there to handle the registration of the ore and supervise the work. The remaining 1600 people were outsiders, it included mercenaries captured during the battle against Longsong Stronghold and all of the serfs sent in the rear. ¡°Recently there have been a few brawls in the mine,¡± Barov said, ¡°mainly between the mercenaries and serfs, this is a concealed source of danger, Your Royal Highness. They are too many, once they start to make trouble, the twenty-five managers won¡¯t be able to control them. I suggest that the First Army becomes responsible for guarding them.¡± ¡°Well ¡­¡± Roland thought about it for a moment, ¡°Alright, do it. For now, we don¡¯t have enough manpower to set up a police force. I will speak with Iron Axe soon, fifty men from the firearms team should be sufficient.¡± ¡°What is a police¡­?¡± ¡°You can think of it as a kind of patroller, but the scope of their area is much larger. Basically, all the internal security will be done by them.¡± During this era there was no separation between the inner and external force, because of this, they would permit the army to administer law and order. Furthermore, it was unlikely that it would turn into their own dark history. He had no intention of diverting his manpower to form a secondary force, considering he had his own huge enemy, the Church to look out for. The fourth paragraph contained information about Border Town¡¯s First Army. After the end of the war against Longsong Stronghold, the achievements of the First Army sounded through the whole of the Western Territories, making them famous ¨C three hundred people while only paying a minuscule price had overcome the 1500 man strong force of the Duke. Completely destroying any thought of resistance within the nobility of Longsong Stronghold. After evaluating their merits and bestowing them with their rewards, Roland had doubled the size of the First Army, increasing it to the size of 600 people. Soon after the recruitment order was made public, the whole town¡¯s square became packed with enthusiastically people who wanted to sign up. Roland still followed his old concept to select the member of the First Army. He chose the three hundred indigenous people, who had the best physical condition, and did not have a criminal record and let them join the First Army. The rest was a summary of all kinds of technical personnel. For example, the smelting and firing industry had substantially increased in the past month, from the initial no more than 20 people, they had risen to about 400 people. Thanks to the furnaces granted by the ¡°furnace expert¡± Lesya, the North Slope Furnace Group could not only produce red brick but they could also fire cement and glass. At the same time, they had also erected three shaft furnaces. They were used to smelt the ore which had already pilled up n the yard. The produced ingots could afterward also be transported to the required areas. As for education, chemistry, industry, animal husbandry, the people engaged within amounted to less than 50, so from a demographic point of view, Border Town still had a long way to go. But the fact that the original population of hunters and miners in Border Town could be changed into this within merely half a year, could be regarded as earth-shaking. Today, the occupation of hunters had basically disappeared, from hunting for surviving it was now changed into a hobby. Excluding those people who became members of the First Army or joined the smelting industry, the current Border Town still had nearly a thousand individuals who were unemployed. While waiting for the literacy phase of the universal education finished. Roland decided to pull all of these people into the factory, and open up the prelude to the industrial era. Chapter 181 Chapter 181 Soraya¡¯s paintings After Barov left, Roland went to the drawer and put the statistics into it. Looking back at Nightingale, he wanted to ask her what had happened with her but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately wasn¡¯t able to. He already had a vague answer within his heart, but saying something like that was too embarrassing, and even if he guessed wrong it might even be even more embarrassing. So in the end, Roland swallowed his question and said instead: ¡°Now with this done, let¡¯s go to the North Slope Mine.¡± ¡°Do you want to go and see what changes Soraya¡¯s new ability could make?¡± Although Nightingales behavior has become somewhat strange, her attitude was still the same as before, with a smile, she took off her hood and said, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Perhaps I¡¯m just thinking too much into this, Roland thought, as he looked at the witch who quickly came to his side. The ride on the hot air balloon on the other day had influenced far more than only one or two people. He never imagined that Soraya would become the second witch who gave birth to a fundamental change of her ability. In fact, even she wasn¡¯t aware of the change. Roland had only been present by chance when her talent appeared. Since the hot air balloon was a gift for Anna, it had been placed in the castle courtyard. Whenever someone wanted to see the landscape from high up, they had to call for Anna and Lightning. But the day before when it began to rain, Roland suddenly remembered that the out of rattan weaved basket would become soft when immersed in water, and even if it later got dried it would still lose its toughness, thinking of this he wanted to take it back into the castle. He had intended to let the servants do it but he then had second thoughts about doing so, whatever the outcome, the hot air balloon was his present to Anna, and the ropes and airbag were parts that could also be easily damaged, so he decided to personally bring it back to the castle. After he had called Hummingbird over and came to the vestibule, he got surprised by what he saw. The whole basket had a pattern painted on it ¨C it was covered by a bird¡¯s-eye view of the scenery of Border Town. But unlike her previous photo-like paintings, her paintings unexpectedly looked like they would immediately stand up and come to life. And it also seems that the raindrops here couldn¡¯t fall on Roland either. When he took a closer look, he discovered that her paintings had for the first time gotten a ¡°thickness¡± to it. It wasn¡¯t strange that a picture had thickness. Theoretically, every real picture should have had a thickness ¨C because the pigment itself had a thickness. In paintings, this thickness could even be put to use. By using brushes, strokes or scrapers it was possible to create rough textures, and through a variation of layers the realism itself could be increased, enhancing the expressive power of the painting. But Soraya¡¯s paintings were different, her paintings weren¡¯t drawn with a brush and paint, but directly by using her magic. Therefore, that she was able to create this thickness by shaping her magic was especially surprising. He remembered that when he had softly touched those sticking out woods with his hands, it had really felt like he was scratching over branches and green leaves, it wasn¡¯t the case that they were hard and solid, but rather soft like gum. And when he touched the ground, the tactile sensation was very robust, as if he had actually touched a stone. Simply amazing. As well as that those raindrops flowing down along the drawn landscape were unable to soak the slightest bit into the rattan. Back in the castle, he immediately called for Soraya to come over, and then Nightingale also confirmed this point. When she observed Soraya from within her fog, the magic in Soraya¡¯s body also wasn¡¯t the same as before. Previously it was a golden whirlpool, but now it had condensed into a rotating¡­ ribbon. ¡­ When they stepped into the military factoring compound, Anna approached and welcomed them laughingly, while giving Roland a big hug. Since they had deepened their relationship, the intimacy she showed him had become significantly more. Roland rubbed her head in a good mood, and the silver clip stuck to her hair flashed within the sunlight. But in the corner of the eye, initially Soraya had also intended to come over to greet him, but now she stood at her original place not knowing what to do, in the end, she began to blush and turned away, putting on an, I see nothing appearance. ¡°Cough,¡± Nightingale took Soraya¡¯s hand and pulled her to the table, and asked deliberately, ¡°Did you draw this?¡± Roland smiled and shook his head, letting go of Anna and went over with her. Only seeing that the whole table was covered with the demanded pictures, the paintings were exactly what you could see in the yard, the only difference between the paintings were the thickness, some of them were only about a millimeter higher than the paper, while some came close to three centimeters ¨C this was exactly the training concept Roland had arranged for her this morning, testing how far it was possible for her to thicken her magic ¡°paint¡±. ¡°Is this the thickest one?¡± Roland touched with his fingers a nearly three centimeters thick picture. The enchanted blue sky, that part of the picture was soft as if it has no texture in general, but when he slid his finger down to the yard¡¯s wall, he immediately felt a sand-like friction. It seemed to be exactly as he had expected, after the evolution of her magic pen, the pictures drawn by her were not only in line with the shape and color of the original, even the tactile sensation came close to the original object. ¡°It can also become thicker, but increasing the thickness, even more, the magical consumption becomes very large,¡± Soraya pointed at a brown protrusion on the table, ¡°I wanted to draw the tree trunk outside of the wall, but I had barely drawn the basics of the tree trunk before I had already spent half of my magic power. ¡°This is your painting?¡± Roland reached with his hand for a ten centimeters thick painting, ¡°I thought it was really a bark.¡± That being said, however, its connection to the table was exceptional firm, the Prince used his hand to grab the tree bark and tried to pick it up until his two feet had left the ground, but even with this he was unable to separate the bark from the tree. Seeing this, Nightingale drew a knife, yet even after a long time she was still only able to cut a small hole at the bottom. ¡°This thing seems to have been embedded into the table.¡± In the end, it could only be cut by Anna, she changed her black fire into a thin thread and swept it over the table. Afterward, the pigments began to emit white smoke and then it dropped off. The cut was smooth but not glossy. Instead it had several black scorched marks on it. Roland picked the fallen pigments up, and when he held it in his hand he discovered that it was far lighter than he had imagined. ¡°Why did you suddenly want to change your style¡­ No, I mean, how do you decide to add thickness to your painting?¡± Roland asked. ¡°I think it was probably because I had seen this kind of scenery for the first time,¡± Soraya stated her memories. ¡°When I was high up in the air and looking down on the earth, I felt, that the paintings I had made before ¨C which you had said to be almost comparable to the real scene and had called a ¡°photo¡±, was in fact not accurate. Especially when I used the basket to portray the scenery, and also when I had come down I thought even more in this way.¡± She paused, then continued slowly, ¡°The tops of the trees are pointed, and the wind always blows through them carefreely. The mountains are high and low, resembling the ups and downs of a chest. And the river is embedded in the earth, the ships on top of it are pushing their way through. This was the scenery I had seen and not the extremely thin painting. So I had wanted that my picture would become more like reality. I wanted it to stand up, just like this magnificent scenery. But even after several tries I failed to succeed¡­ during a moment of frustration, I suddenly remembered what you had said about those balls.¡± ¡°Balls?¡± Rolland raised his eyebrows questionably. ¡°Well,¡± she nodded shyly, ¡°that was at least what you had taught us. I thought that everything was made out of those small balls, then shouldn¡¯t the pattern I drew also be the same? I made a few more attempts and imagined that the pattern illustrated by my magic pen were made out of colorful balls, all stacked to each other, and together formed a whole block of color. Then¡­ the screen suddenly wriggled up, the green woods grew upwards, the dark blue river sunk, finally turning into the pattern you normally see. At that time, these changes shocked both Anna and me. If you hadn¡¯t mentioned it, I would never have realized that my magic had evolved.¡± ¡°So, it was like this.¡± ¡°But compared to Anna¡¯s black fire, with the exception that after the evolution my paintings seems to be more vivid, it seems it doesn¡¯t have any other useful effect.¡± Soraya spat out. ¡°No ¡­ why?¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°In my eyes, they are not just simple paintings.¡± It would be a waste if she only used this ability for painting. He remembered the scene where the rain had slid over the surface of the basket but was still unable to immerse into one of the scenes ¨C rather than a painting it was a kind of ¡°coating¡± magic. Chapter 182 Chapter 182 Shaft furnaces As long as the object¡¯s surface was covered and formed a definite contiguous skin, it could be called a coating. The coating itself could be gaseous, liquid or solid, with all sorts of different applications to them. From the initial beautiful decoration, and later enforcing the durability of the object, all of these things could be considered as coatings. Afterward, Roland launched a series of tests at the substances. He became extremely pleased by the test results, its concept could be roughly summarized with the phrase: ¡°The more energy her paintings consumed, and the longer she drew, the better they would become.¡± Her previous pictures were already hard to completely erase, as long as their medium wasn¡¯t also destroyed, and now, after her ability had evolved, this characteristic would become even stronger in the future. Firstly, there was the high adhesive force and the light mass of these ¡°pigments¡±. While on top they showed some of the physical characteristics of the object ¨C it could also change its flexibility according to the depicted object. Things such as painted clouds or skies, would be as soft as cotton candy, while still having a high resistance towards stretching and cutting. But when replaced with something made out of iron ingot, glass or material of a similar nature, it then became hard and brittle, and could be directly smashed with a hammer. In other words, due to its limited mass, its performance regarding flexibility was far superior to its display of rigidity, which was consistent with Soraya¡¯s understanding of how the pigments worked. Secondly, regardless of which characteristics were shown, its chemical properties remained very stable. Not only didn¡¯t it react with dilute of sulfuric acid or dilute of nitric acid, but it also repelled water and oil. When Roland filled a coated paper box with water, the thin bottom of the box didn¡¯t show any marks of any water seepage. After pouring water into it, the clear liquid beads rolled in the box like dew on a lotus leaf. And when he touched the bottom with his finger he confirmed that even then it still remained dry. For the high temperature resistance test, Anna went to the paper box and dropped some molten iron into it, the paper as supporter caught fire immediately, the coating itself however, except for stretching a bit didn¡¯t change much. Only when Anna used her black flame to directly burn the coating, did it begin to deform and melt, emitting a white smoke until it finally turned into a mass of black jelly. The fact that the coating also had an insulating effect totally excited Roland. After all, coated copper wires could be used the same way as enameled wire, which he had already proven by building a simple DC motor in the yard. At this point, Roland had completely understood the capacity of Soraya¡¯s new ability. Unlike Anna¡¯s black flame which entirely different from her previous green fire, Soraya¡¯s new ability was more like an evolution of her previous painting skill. She could now draw a realistic ¡°oil painting¡±, or she can also just draw her ¡°photo¡± like the pictures from before. Her abilities could also be used in parallel, it only depended on what she had in mind to make. Also when she drew a picture and if the thickness of the coating was kept under one centimeter, Soraya could draw several hours without needing to stop. But when she drew with a thickness of at least three centimeters, her magic consumption would also rapidly increase , and at a depth of ten centimeters, she hit a threshold, almost immediately exhausting her magic with only one or two strokes. Of course, from another perspective, this was also the most efficient way in which to counter the demonic bite. Also, after the evolution, her magic still belonged to the category of summoning, and as long as it came within the suppressive range of a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, her magical pen would also suddenly disappear, making it impossible for Soraya to draw a new pattern. However, the already drawn coating wasn¡¯t affected by a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Under Nightingales observation, they had discovered that when Soraya¡¯s paintings were drawn, they no longer contained any trace of magic to them ¨C in other words, the material created by her magic pen became a real existence. As for how to use the coating¡­ there were too many possibilities. Soraya herself had never imagined how much of a change her new ability would bring to the town. For Roland, her new ability meant that he could quickly get some coated water pipes which were totally rust-proof, and large bundles of enameled wire, even bricks would become usable at high temperature. He suddenly saw the light, for his original seemingly three out of reach engineering projects (tap-water system, electricity, and access to roads). At the same time, this also reminded him of the point made that: Personal experience was far more profound than reading axioms from books. If he could get the witches to see the world in its sub-atomic state, and get them to accept the particle theory, would it lead to a new round of evolutions? Such as¡­ letting them even observe micro-organism under a microscope. Roland felt that it was necessary to try it at least try it. * North Slope, the furnace area. ¡°Blow! Let the fire burn even hotter!¡± Lesya shouted. Although it was impossible to directly see the scene inside of the shaft furnace, with the three carts full of charcoal, the stones should already have turned red from the heat by now. When he was invited to the town by a letter from van Bate, he thought that the town was only a desolate and barren land, and if it hadn¡¯t been written that he could start a new life here as a mason, he would never have run to the kingdom¡¯s border to resume his old trade. By temporarily leaving his family behind and taking only his own luggage, he had already prepared himself for a life lived inside of tents while only have porridge to eat. Having nobody in charge and also not getting any payment, were problems often encountered within the construction business. Lesya hadn¡¯t intended to stay for a very long time inside Border Town, as long as he could see Karl, his longtime friend, and see how he was faring with his life here in exile, he would be satisfied. But reality was always different than you expected. When he had reach Border Town by boat, he saw Karl was already waiting for him at the dock. Previously, van Bate had been a distinguished mason in King¡¯s City and was even a powerful contender for becoming the next leader of the guild. When he compared him with his former appearance, Lesya saw that his temples had turned white and his face had a few more wrinkles to it, but his body wasn¡¯t thin. Instead he was very sturdy, his face even burned full of spirit. After they had exchanged their greeting, Karl didn¡¯t take him to a noisy and messy site, but unexpectedly led him to an apparently new residential building. Where he handed him his keys with the words: ¡°This house is yours. Put your luggage away first and then we can go to the pub and have a drink.¡± ¡­ And then in the pub, out of Karl¡¯s mouth Lesya heard a series of incredible stories. Karl, with his status as a civilian was recruited by Lord into working at the city hall, not only becoming an official with a fixed monthly salary, but also the construction-sector executive! ¡°If you stay, you will also receive the possibility of entering the city hall!¡± ¡°Provided with free housing!¡± ¡°After ten years of work, you also get a retirement allowance! Are you asking yourself what the benefit of a retirement allowance is? It means that you will get money without even having to work!¡± Lesya had thought that Karl was just drunk and speaking nonsense, so the results afterwards weren¡¯t as he had expected¡­ Karl was speaking the truth. ¡°Open the slag discharge port, clear the slag!¡± After the work was done, none of the problems envisioned by Lesya had appeared. On top of that, not only did they immediately get their money from the Lord, but the Lord also reacted exceptionally fast. Whenever they had a request, they would always get their answer on the following day. Plus, this was also the place they produced an alchemical product called cement, with it, he could easily bond bricks, allowing the construction process to advance by leaps and bounds, here he could experienced a kind of unprecedented carefree feeling, like never before. Just within a month, Lesya had already built five blast furnaces, and three additional shaft furnaces for iron smelting. The shaft furnace was the result of his hard thinking during the years after the disbandment of the mason guild. It was the product made using all of his gathered experience, he had already thought that he could only pass it on as a blueprint, never would he have dared to believe that he would one day see it erected before his very eyes. The modified shaft furnace was nearly two meters high and had an internal diameter of about 75 cm. The lower parts of the furnace¡¯s body was provided with a number of air nozzles, which could be used for drawing in air by using bellows and ventilation, leaving the bottom for the slag discharging port and the leaving port for the molten iron. Next to the shaft furnace they had erected a ramp made out of sand and gravel, making it convenient for them to feed, and also to observe the situation within the furnace. Today was the first day where the shaft furnace would be put into use. According to the usual practice, before it was officially opened, it had to undergo a smelting test. During the trial they had intermittently opened the slag discharging port more than ten times, and had also added new charcoal two times, coming to the conclusion that the furnace had passed its inspection ¨C the molten iron was now flowing into its sink. The slag mouth opened smoothly, and the temperature had met the high temperature needed for smelting iron, so there was no need to continue wasting charcoal. After all, to reduce loss, during the furnace test they had used the waste ore they had collected in the corner of the yard. After opening the iron discharging port and letting the molten flow out, Lesya announced the furnace shutdown. ¡­ Two days later, when the furnace chamber was cleaned up by townsfolk they also excavated several pieces of dark stone. Under the high-temperature baking, the other wastes had been discharged several times, only these pieces of ore were left, after they were thrown in they almost hadn¡¯t changed at all, only their surface had become more bright, just like black ink. Lesya could also not determine what this black ore was, he only knew that it was a waste product of the mining process. Yet its shape and appearance were really pleasing to the eye, not resembling anything useless. But if it was useful and they were unable to melt it, how should they create artifacts from it? Unable to come to a conclusion of his own, he straightforward picked out a block of the most preserved ore, covered it with a cloth and sent a man to the castle to give it to Roland Wimbledon, the Lord of Border Town. Perhaps the well taught Lord will know the answer. Chapter 183 Chapter 183 The Township Construction Plan ¡°What is this?¡± Nightingale asked while looking at the black, shiny stone on the table. ¡°Obsidian.¡± Roland didn¡¯t even raise his head a bit, entirely busy concentrating on drawing the blueprint. ¡°Ob¡­ what kind of stone?¡± ¡°No, I was just speaking nonsense.¡± He sighed, slightly looking upwards at the shape and color of the stone, only the ghosts will know what this is, ah. After all, he wasn¡¯t a geological engineer, even if he had a pure metal right in front of him, it still wasn¡¯t guaranteed that he could distinguish it, even less by what the ore looked like. The knowledge he had in his head only told him that most of the ores were a complex composition of compounds; different impurities gave them different colors. For example iron ore could be composed out of: hematite, pyrite, and siderite, which when looking only at by using their outer appearance, seemed to be thousands of miles apart. Especially pyrite, which would sometimes show a light yellow metallic luster, leading to the situation where it is often identified as gold, giving it the nickname, fool¡¯s gold. As for their heat-resistant¡­ the compounds themselves didn¡¯t have a fixed melting point, this was related to its impurities and its ingredients, so by using temperature alone, it still wasn¡¯t possible to distinguish between all the different varieties. Furthermore, even if the metal elements existed in their ion state, as long as he didn¡¯t know its purification method, the smelting would be useless. ¡°There actually exists something you do not know about?¡± Nightingale asked in astonishment. ¡°There are a lot of such things,¡± Roland put down his quill and made himself a cup of black tea, ¡°do you want to drink something?¡± ¡°No,¡± she waved her hand to decline. ¡°Ah! That¡¯s right, beef jerky isn¡¯t as delicious as salted fish, it would be better if you put some salted fish into the drawer later.¡± ¡°¡­¡± For a moment Roland was silent, then he decided it would be for the best if he pretended not to have heard her. Regarding the stone, he intended to give it to Kyle Sichi and let him deal with it. After all, minerals were radioactive to some extent, so placing them in his office just so they could serve as decoration wasn¡¯t a very good choice. Recently, after Soraya¡¯s ability had evolved, he had suddenly discovered that there were a lot of new things he could now create. The first of which would be a tap water system, which would greatly enhance the standard of living for the residents. Just thinking about what it would be like if he was one of the residents, who came home covered in sweat after a busy day: but when the they wanted to clean their sticky bodies and they happen to discover that the water tank was empty which meant they would have to go to the next well to fetch some water, this kind of feeling had to be bad. Moreover, Roland was very tired of the process of always having to get a jar of water when he wanted to wash his face or wash his hands. In addition, he always got the feeling that there would be some parasites growing within the water after a few days spent inside the tank; not to mention that water tank was rarely ever cleaned even once each month. And when he took a closer look, over the sediment at the bottom of the water tank he could also see some caterpillars like creatures flowing. In case they used a water tower for their water supply, there would be no additional technical difficulties. They could just use a steam engine to pump the water from Redwater River directly into the water tower, and from their they could rely on the siphon principle to let the water flow through the pipelines and into each house, with this they would have formed an infrastructure for an automatic water supply system. The reason why Roland hadn¡¯t put it into practice until now was because¡­ of the missing materials. If they used water supply pipes made out of iron or copper, which didn¡¯t have any anti-rust treatment, the pipes would be turned into scrap iron within a few years. Brass pipes were perfect for water supply pipes, they were corrosion-resistant, and their internal walls wouldn¡¯t also become encrusted, they were non-toxic, and with their copper ions, they would also be sterile. But from which area should he take the money to produce these pipes? The output of the North Slope Mine was far from being sufficient to be used for luxury products. Even within later generations, high-grade copper water pipes were still considered as products only used within high-end residential areas. At present Border Town was not only unable to export ore. They were even reliant on external sources to satisfy their demand. So, whether it were iron pipes or copper pipes, Roland was very reluctant to use them for something which didn¡¯t give much benefit but was purely for his own enjoyment from getting a water supply system. But now it was different, with Soraya¡¯s coating magic he could make the piping out of thin air. With her magic, they could easily manufacture water pipes, for example by taking an iron pipe as a mold, wrapping it in paper and then have Soraya cover it in her coating. Afterward, they only had to take out the mold and they would get their pipe. Even if these kind of water pipes didn¡¯t turn out to be pressure-resistant, it would be sufficient as long as the water pipes were placed in a covered ditch. Second, would be the creation of a power supply system¡­ He was afraid that there was no way to spread it over the whole town within a short time, but to let the castle shine in full light had always been something that Roland had wanted to achieve. Having to read books using the weak lighting of a candle wasn¡¯t only too painful for the eyes, it also caused them great harm. Furthermore, the summer was coming up soon with its hot temperatures even during the nights. If they then also had to put on candles and torches, what kind of atmosphere would it then be? Nowadays, with generators and wires, the road wasn¡¯t too far before the castle could enter the electrical age ahead of its time. As for the filaments for the lamps¡­ Roland vaguely remembered that the usage of tungsten-wire carbonized-bamboo filaments were commonly used to produce incandescent. And bamboo wasn¡¯t a rarity, in the forest south of the Redwater River there were a lot to be found. However, what Border Town currently needed most were smelting facilities. The quantity of their iron production was directly related to the scale of their mechanical production and weapons manufacturing, which were both needed for the survival of the town. ¡°Are you painting a¡­ tower?¡± Nightingale sat at the table and asked curiously. ¡°Almost,¡± Roland nodded, ¡°but it is inside is empty and it can be filled with fuel and ore. It has the same function as a shaft furnace and can be used to smelt iron ore into pig iron. This was upgraded version of the ancient blast furnace, a vertical shaft furnace. To learn about Lesya¡¯s plan for a shaft furnace Roland had visited the construction site and had taken a look, to tell the truth, with the exception that its capacity was too small, and the temperature it could reach was too low, its structure had been very close to a blast furnace, and if Soraya hadn¡¯t evolved her magic, giving the town the possibility to produce fire bricks, Roland had intended to build a dozen of such shaft furnaces. But now, where they had refractory brick, they naturally should consider a furnace which could reach a higher temperature, and had a higher output than the blast furnace. The height of the new shaft furnace was nearly eight meters, enough to have as much as four times the capacity than the old shaft furnace. The furnace was tower shaped, and its largest part was three meters wide. In order to prevent the tower from collapsing, he had installed some brackets at the bottom. The furnace walls were relatively thin, with a thickness of half a meter and the innermost layer would be made out of Soraya¡¯s heat-resistant firebricks. At the same time, it also had a ventilation hole through which a steam engine would continually provide fresh air. In order to make full use of the power of the steam engine, Roland had also designed a set of automatic feeding equipment for the blast furnace, which included a climbing rail and a movable door at the bottom of a unique material cart. With the help of a steam engine the cart would climb to the top of the furnace, there the buckle at the bottom of the car would insert itself into a hook, pulling open the pouring mouth and dumping the fuel or ore into the furnace. For this era, this system could be regarded as the best possible method. Unlike the old shaft furnaces with their large openings and low heat, his new furnace, once it started production wouldn¡¯t stop for a long time. Though they would have to continuously feed it with fuel and ore, its output would be much higher than that of Lesya¡¯s shaft furnace. As long as they construction five or six of these furnaces the town¡¯s pig iron production would be multiplied. ¡­ When Roland finished drawing all the blueprints, he rubbed his sore wrists and then took a box out of ones of the table¡¯s drawers and pushed it to in front of Nightingale. The startled Nightingale didn¡¯t know what to expect, ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°Ah¡­ I had intended to give it to you at an early time, but engraving the pattern took some time, after all, I¡¯m also not extremely skilled with the machines in the factory,¡± Roland smiled, ¡°You should open it and take a look.¡± On his words, she stretched out her hand to open the box, and was unable to suppress a gasp of surprise. Looking inside she saw two revolvers which were completely different from the prototypes used by Carter. The two pistols were made out of shiny silver and polished so much that she could see her own reflection within. Furthermore, its body and grip were engraved with delicate patterns, on top of the barrels he had even engraved Nightingales name: ¡°dedicated to Veronica.¡± This idea had already been in Roland¡¯s mind for a long time. Compared to carrying around those inconvenience flintlocks from before, the newly developed revolver was quite perfect for her. Whether it was their security or their firing rate, it was all of a high level. And now, after giving such powerful weapons to the hands of an agility type like Nightingale, Roland was already looking forward to the results. ¡°Thank you,¡± with a big smile on her face she picked up the two pistols, jumped off the table, and directly stepped into the shooting position. ¡°Will you teach me how to use them?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland nodded, seeing Nightingale in her white assassin outfit coupled with a gorgeous and dazzling smile, made him instantly understand what it meant to be handsome to the point of having no friends, ¡°Using them isn¡¯t difficult, as long as you are able to sneak at the target side, you only have to pull the trigger. Training with them this afternoon should already be sufficient.¡± Chapter 184 Chapter 184 Self Scroll stood in front of the door, outside of the bedroom, unsure of whether she should enter, however she decided to push the door open and step into the room. Within the room, she saw Wendy sitting at the table looking miserable while holding a book in her hands. Scroll didn¡¯t even need to take a look, she could already guess that it was certainly ¡°The basic theory of natural science¡±. Scroll couldn¡¯t stop herself from chuckling out loud, she had rarely seen Wendy ever display such an expression. Even when they were trapped in the Impassable Mountain Range with the Witch Cooperation Association and the shortage of goods had already reached a critical level, she had still always shown a smile, trying to cheer up every sister, seemingly never worrying about the hardships they had to endure. I had never expected it would be a book that would trouble her so much. ¡°I¡¯m unable to understand it at all, is what you think right?¡± Scroll said, ¡°It was the same for me when I read the book for the first time.¡± ¡°I thought you were Nightingale,¡± Wendy, who had heard her chuckled and turned her head. ¡°¡­and now?¡± ¡°It¡¯s still impossible for me to understand it.¡± ¡°Fortunately, you and I are alike.¡± Wendy sighed, ¡°Anna would never say that. And I would never have expected that it would be Soraya who would be the second to connect everything and evolve her ability. I feel that if I¡¯m not working hard enough, I will soon be surpassed by the younger generation. I do not understand how His Royal Highness knows so much and that what he says about the invisible world is actually the truth. ¡°In fact, there are numerous things he isn¡¯t aware of,¡± Scroll shrugged. ¡°I¡¯m referring to certain aspects.¡± ¡°Such as?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the matter with Nightingale,¡± Scroll said, taking a stool for herself and then sitting next to Wendy. ¡°Don¡¯t you also find that her current behavior is very different from how she acted in the past? Previously she had always concealed her body when she was protecting His Highness, even if she merely went out she would still put on her hood, but¡­ she is now even listening earnestly during the evening lectures. You, who are living with her in the same room, should be even more aware of this than I am, maybe you can tell me what had happened to her in the end?¡± ¡°Nothing,¡± Wendy shook her head. ¡°She had just finally made her choice.¡± Seeing Wendy¡¯s disregarding attitude surprised Scroll, ¡°Her choice?¡± ¡°Well, it is just as you have guessed,¡± Wendy closed the book and bluntly said, ¡°Without a doubt she had developed feelings towards His Highness Roland Wimbledon, which can clearly be seen without having to guess. If they shelter one of us it is only a matter of time before they win the heart of the witch, during the journey with the Witch Cooperation Association, it wasn¡¯t uncommon to hear rumors about things like this.¡± ¡°Those were just stories made up by others, most of the sisters did not fare well in those circumstances.¡± ¡°His Highness is not the same as the people in the stories.¡± Scroll got startled, she did not expect to hear this coming from Wendy, who had held the same view as herself until recently, ¡°You know, us witches are unable to have children, the Prince cannot¡­¡± ¡°The Prince will take a witch for his wife,¡± Wendy didn¡¯t even let her finish speaking, ¡°He even told you so personally.¡± How can it be that she knows about it¡­ was Nightingale present at that time? Then she suddenly understood what the other wanted to say her, ¡°Wendy do you blame me for not telling this to you? I just didn¡¯t want to let this matter leak out. This could bring unnecessary problems on His Highness¡¯ road to the throne.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Wendy remained silent for a while and then said, ¡°I know, and I¡¯m not blaming you because it is exactly the same thing I previously said to Nightingale. Before I knew His Highness¡¯ answer, I thought it would end well if it were to happen to one of our sisters, but since the Prince does not mind it, do we really have to try to change their minds? Previously when Nightingale suppressed her feelings, she always seemed to be depressed. I prefer how she looks now, no matter what the outcome will be, at least she followed the feeling of her heart. So that¡¯s the reason, Scroll thought. Although she agreed to not abandon the practice of not letting the news spread, she still doesn¡¯t want to stop the development of the feelings of her sisters. Unexpectedly there is a difference between Cara who never allowed someone to do something on their own wanting to be the only one who decided how to deal with their problems. Where Wendy instead is always looking at it from the perspective of her sisters, even trying to cheer them up during their times of hardship. ¡°But is His Highness aware of this point?¡± Scroll suddenly thought of a serious problem, ¡°What if his decision is based on not knowing about the witch¡¯s inability to give birth?¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Wendy voice also turned depressed, ¡°How about, you go and ask him?¡± * West of the town, outside the city walls. Closer to summer now, the sun shone brightly on the grassland. In the near distance flocks of cattle and sheep leisurely eating grass could be seen. It was hard to imagine that only three months ago, the whole landscape had been covered in snow and that there had been nothing outside except for terrorizing demonic beasts. The shooting training had already lasted for most of the afternoon, Nightingale was able to master the shooting skill even faster than Roland had expected, much faster. Everyone¡¯s talent is probably just differently, he thought, some people are just born to fight. By now, her loading, aiming, and firing positions has become completely unlike that of a novice. ¡°If she had been born in a knighthood, she would be one of the top stars of the Knights in the Kingdom of Graycastle,¡± Carter couldn¡¯t help but praise her, ¡°Just like me.¡± ¡°Luckily she wasn¡¯t, I do not want her arms to be as thick as yours,¡± Roland glanced at him, ¡°how was the feeling, being able to achieve a draw with an extraordinary witch?¡± ¡°When I got hit, I thought that I had been hit by siege hammer, my whole chest got shattered,¡± Carter said honestly. ¡°To tell the truth, it felt terrible.¡± ¡°Luckily there should not be a next time,¡± Roland laughed. Waiting until another round of still-standing shooting was finished, the Prince applauded Nightingale and called her over, ¡°So far you¡¯re performed splendidly, because of that, let now do a simulation training.¡± After putting her pistols into the belt, Nightingale walked towards the Prince and a sweat droplet on the tip of her nose sparkled in the bright sunshine,. ¡°Do you see those targets?¡± Roland pointed to the five targets not far away, standing at bust height, ¡°They are hanging above some God¡¯s Punishments Stones, so you should be able to see their position very clearly from within your fog. Within the test you should combine your skills and your guns, knocking down those enemies, all while exposing yourself only for the shortest time possible.¡± Within the fog, the objects and space were changing constantly, making it difficult to ensure that the bullets would fly towards their target. Previously when she had tried shooting directly from inside the fog, the results were that out of ten rounds of bullets, nine changed their line of flight after leaving the fog. They changed their trajectory so much that Roland, who was standing behind Nightingale, was nearly hit. Therefore, whenever she shot, Nightingale had to step out of the fog, and the shorter amount of time she exposed herself, the more difficult it would become for the enemy to counterattack. ¡°Understood,¡± she smiled, raised her cloak with one hand, and disappeared into thin air before the two of them. When the first shot of the revolver could be heard, Roland only saw a white figure quietly emerge and then with an eruption of a flame and gas the target got hit and broke apart. Even before the broken wooden parts had completely landed, Nightingale had already arrived behind the second target, pulling the trigger from a distance of three to four meter from the it. And then the third, the fourth¡­ for every shot, she had never completely stepped out of the fog, in addition to her silver pistol and a spark of fire, Roland couldn¡¯t make out any other details. It was already difficult just to catch her position with his eyes. When Nightingale moved forward within her fog, it was just like those scenes he had seen in movies in the past. Within the blink of an eye, all five targets had been destroyed, and after another blink, Nightingale once more stood at his side. ¡°How was it?¡± Nightingale laughingly asked. ¡°Uhh¡­¡± Roland looked at the stunned Carter and asked, ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid no one can catch Miss Nightingale,¡± Chief Knight took a deep breath, ¡°Even if they put on a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, they still wouldn¡¯t be safe.¡± ¡°So, did I graduate?¡± She wiped the sweat from her nose and rubbed it on to Roland¡¯s body. ¡°Of¡­ course.¡± Chapter 185 Chapter 185 The Star of the Theater (Part 1) ¡®The Swan¡¯ followed the Redwater River on its course westwards. May was standing on its bow, her eyes looking straight ahead. She wasn¡¯t standing here to enjoy the scenery, she just wanted to finally be able to see Border Town¡¯s pier. ¡°How much longer will it take us to reach our destination?¡± She asked impatiently. ¡°We will be there soon, Miss May, the sun is shining on you again, it might still be better if you went back to the cabin to rest,¡± Ghent, who was standing directly behind her said. She didn¡¯t have to look back to know, that at this moment he would have a pleasant smile across his entire face. And as she then turned around, she discovered that she had been right, ¡°That is exactly what you¡¯ve told me before, how can it is still be soon? In the end, have you really ever been to Border Town before?¡± ¡°Uh ¡­¡± for a long time he only mumbled something unknown, then he scratched his head and embarrassingly said, ¡°The last time I was there, was already ten years ago.¡± ¡°One year is already long enough to change the Lord of Longsong Stronghold, so what do you think could have happened in a decade?¡± May asked annoyed, ¡°But there are always exceptions. I only have to look at you, no matter if it was ten years ago or yesterday, from the beginning to the end you¡¯ve never stood on stage even once.¡± Seeing that she had finally swept the smile from her counterpart¡¯s face, she was finally able to find some comfort in her heart. If it hadn¡¯t been for Irene¡¯s massage, she really would never have ever wanted to go with this group of fellow performers to perform at Border Town. As the female star of the theater in Longsong Stronghold, she was quite famous throughout the Western Territory. She had even received an invitation from the owner of the Tower Theater, to come to King¡¯s City and perform in ¡°Prince seeking for Love¡±. The show had been a great success, and even the master of drama, Mister Kadin Faso, admired how she had played her role in the Prince seeking for Love. Although she hadn¡¯t played the heroine, she had still left an impression that wasn¡¯t any less impressive than that of the female lead. But when she had excitedly come back to the Longsong Stronghold, she had discovered that the stronghold had undergone enormous changes. Duke Ryan had been defeated, and the territory had fallen into the hands of the 4th Prince, Roland Wimbledon, who had handed over the task of governance to Petrov Hill of the Honeysuckle Family¡­ she had left the West for less than a year, but within that short period of time it had become entirely unfamiliar to her. Fortunately, the turmoil in the political upper ranks only had a small effect over the theater. If only this had been all, but when May had spoken with her sisters about the war during a meal, she had received the news that the First Knight of the Western Territory, Morning Light had also been captured. Hearing this her heart immediately squeezed together. Afterward, May directly rushed to the theater, looking for Irene to ask her about the situation only to discover that Irene had followed him two weeks ago and went to Border Town, probably to reunite with her husband. Hearing this news May felt a little depressed, but at the same time, there was also a little envy mixed in with it. They both worked in the same theater, and she really deserved to play the leading figure, while Irene was the yet-to-rise newcomers, the flower of tomorrow, but the title only came from that group of inferiors actors who were flattering each other all the time. In regards to her appearance, May was confident that she would never lose to anyone. On the side of Family background, although she was only from civilian¡¯s origin, Irene, however, was only an orphan adopted by the theater, so when comparing themselves, she had a lot stronger standing than Irene did. However, this hardly gave May any relief. Ferlin Eltek the Morning Light still developed feelings for Irene with her na?ve looking face. Later he even married her, even giving up his family inheritance for this. ¡°Look, there is farmland in front of us,¡± someone shouted, ¡°We can¡¯t be too far from Border Town now.¡± May looked to the left side of the ship, there she saw rows of knee-high wheat swaying in the wind and farmers wearing straw hats were busying themselves in the fields as if they were standing within a green sea. The in the clear river water reflected wheatfields extended westwards, with no end in sight. ¡°Such a beautiful scenery, Miss May,¡± Rosia walked over, nodding her head in greeting. ¡°In such a remote place, I never expected that I would see such a vast farmland not inferior to the farmland around Longsong Stronghold. ¡°That¡¯s nothing compared with the farmland around King¡¯s City,¡± May disagreed. ¡°There, the wheat fields are so large that they even connect between two cities, along the roads the only thing you can see are wheat fields, so the people soon become bored of it.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± She smiled awkwardly, ¡°I¡¯ve never been that far away.¡± Well, this is the response ordinary people should show, May thought, in case it was Irene who had heard these words, I am afraid she will just show an expression of envy and ask myself to tell her more. ¡°Rest assured, you will have the opportunity to get there one day.¡± ¡°I hope so,¡± Rosia patted her chest, ¡°Thank you for your encouragement.¡± I mean you only have to spend some silver royals, with that you can take the caravan to King¡¯s City, I never meant that you would ever have the chance to go to King¡¯s City to perform, May rolled her eyes within her mind. But the other was still only one of Irene¡¯s friends, so May didn¡¯t want to bother herself to speak those words. Rosia had joined the theater before herself, and her age also followed closely with her own, but because of her plain appearance and poor memory, she had never gotten the opportunity to officially perform on stage. In addition to Irene, there were only a few people who were willing to deal with her. ¡°Irene knows that we are coming today?¡± May asked. ¡°In my reply to her I informed her of the date, so I¡¯m sure that she will be meeting us at the docks. ¡°Then it should be all right,¡± she nodded. ¡°I do not want to be alone in a strange town, and have to look for lodging in an inn.¡± ¡°Can I ask you something, Miss May?¡± Rosia asked hesitantly, ¡°Why was it important for you to leave together with us for the town, moreover, why did you also want to conceal this from the theater? Irene¡¯s said that this was a small opportunity for those who won¡¯t be started elsewhere, but you are not someone who lacks such opportunities.¡± ¡°In case I had told them the truth, do you think the theater would ever let me come to this place?¡± May curled her lips in disdain, ¡°As to why I want to come here¡­ I merely want to see if my theater comrade is having a good life.¡± After all, I do not know why I have made this impulse decision myself! the Longsong Stronghold¡¯s theater is performing a drama in the next two days. And now that I¡¯m gone, I am afraid that the theater owner really have a headache. Although there are several backups who can play my part, without my name, the aristocracy may not be willing to accept it, they might even send a grave protest to the theater. Honestly, this wasn¡¯t a wise choice, May also knew this, her own reputation relied heavily on the theater in Longsong Stronghold. And if she annoyed the theater owner, he could simply turn it into a cold environment for her and start promoting another actress, if it came to that she would have no way of ever fighting back. It was important that she uncompromising acknowledged her mistake. Otherwise, she would have no choice than to leave right away and go to another theater and try to compete with their stars. Or¡­I could also take the next ship back to the stronghold, the moment after I have met up with Ferlin, right? May thought. ¡°So that¡¯s how it was,¡± Rosia nodded in understanding, ¡°Irene will certainly be very surprised to see you.¡± The scenery along the river bank gradually become richer, the closer they came to the Impassable Mountain Ridge the more tents and wooden houses that appeared. It was close to noon at this time, and the peasant women were all busy cooking porridge stew, covering the residential area with its smell, letting May also occasionally smell the floating over aromatic fragrance of wheat. Children had come together to the river to play, and those who were able to swim shed of their clothes and surrounded by the cheers of their companions jumped headlong into the river, only to triumphantly climb back ashore afterward. Then May finally saw the pier. After the Swan had landed, Ghent and Sam volunteered to handle all of the ladies baggage. And after a pedestrian had just left the ship, Rosia excitedly shouted: ¡°Irene!¡± May following the direction of her shout, on the pier she detected a woman wearing a white dress and weaving in their direction. And directly by her side stood a tall man. Even across the great distance, she could still make out his straight and vigorous body that was out of the ordinary. Ferlin Eltek, the Morning Light. The figure in May¡¯s memory became clear once more. Chapter 186 Chapter 186 The Star of the Theater (Part 2) The moment May spotted him, she immediately put away all thoughts of returning to the stronghold. ¡°My God, M-May!¡± When May came over, Irene exclaimed in disbelief. Irene grabbed her hands and pulled her towards the knight, ¡°Darling, do you know who she is? She is the most famous actress of the Longsong Theater, Miss May! Whenever she performs, the people who want to see her play line-up from the theater¡¯s lobby and into the streets!¡± Although the phrase ¡°darling¡± caused May¡¯s heart jump, her perennial acting habits allowed her to reflexively smile and give a little nod, ¡°Hello.¡± ¡°Ah, of course I know about her. You¡¯ve even told me about her being one of the most famous actress in the West, there aren¡¯t any nobles who do not know the name for the star of theater,¡± he sighed, then spoke in an apologetic tone to May, ¡°My wife is a little lacking in her some manners. I¡¯m Ferlin, welcome.¡± He didn¡¯t announce his name or his status, and even concealed his family name. May¡¯s heart was filled with sadness, but on the surface she maintained her utmost elegant expression, ¡°I¡¯m familiar with you. Everyone in the West knows of the First Knight of the Western Territory, ¡®Morning Light¡¯, Sir Eltek. I must apologize, because of the stress of theater work, I was unable to attend your and Irene¡¯s wedding.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a thing of the past,¡± the knight said with a smile as he shook his head. ¡°Nowadays, I¡¯m just a teacher, and I no longer belong to the Eltek Family, so you really don¡¯t have to be so polite to me.¡± He then waved in the direction of the others and continued. ¡°Let¡¯s go back. We can talk later, but first you have to finish your application for temporary residence.¡± Teacher? May was startled, does that mean he¡¯s now a court tutor? The town¡¯s Lord is indeed a prince, but the Prince would never lower himself to find a knight to take on such a role, ha. And what¡¯s all this about applying for temporary residence? Shouldn¡¯t Irene be taking the group of us to a local reliable, and safe inn to stay at? ¡°I really did not expect you to come here. If you were to play Cinderella, it would certainly cause a sensation!¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± May had some doubt about that. She had never heard the name of that drama, which indicated that it had probably been written by a new playwright. Moreover, it wasn¡¯t like she had spare time for rehearsal, she¡¯d only come here¡­ because she wanted to see how Morning Light was doing, and if there was some way she could help him. After entering town, May realised that there was definitely something wrong in this place. The town was located on the border of the kingdom and the only role it served was to be an outpost for the stronghold, so why did it now look like a newly built city? The road everyone was walking on was covered with dark gray gravel, and there was no mud to be seen anywhere on the whole road. Furthermore, the streets were too wide, practically allowing two carriages to pass each other side to side. ¡°What kind of road is this?¡± Sam asked the question that was in her mind aloud. ¡°It looks strangely flat.¡± ¡°Hehe,¡± Irene smirked, ¡°When I first arrived here it was still made of mud, but now it¡¯s become like this. Furthermore, the road still isn¡¯t finished yet; the masons have said that this is only the foundation for the actual road.¡± ¡°Then they¡¯ve fooled you,¡± Rosia retorted, ¡°Everyone knows, only houses need a foundation. Things that are already lying on the ground can¡¯t collapse, so why should they need one ~ah?¡± ¡°Really, they mix a kind of fine, grayish powder together with stones and then they spread it out. Afterward, they sprinkle water on it and compress it with a stone roller until the road has become flat and smooth. In the beginning, I also thought this was the new sort of road, but the mason said that this was a practice developed by His Highness, it seems to be called¡­ water whatever layer. In short, this is still only the foundation!¡± Irene turned around and continued leading the way, allowing her long plait to swing with each step, ¡°In the future when more people and carriages start using it, the ground will be paved with slate. Only then will the true road be finished.¡± Paved roads? May coldly laughed inside her heart. Other than the inner city of King¡¯s City, which other city in this kingdom could cover its roads with slate? Having such a broad and flat road was already good enough. There were still many mud roads in Longsong Stronghold. Along the way through the town, she saw how many houses on both sides of the road were being demolished, regardless of whether it was a clay-tile roofed house or a wooden house. Although they were clearly not new houses, they still a far cry from being called uninhabitable. ¡°Did the Lord drive them away because they were blocking the road?¡± ¡°No, they¡¯ve all moved to another district.¡± ¡°District?¡± May asked. ¡°It is the new residential area, where everyone gets exactly the same brick house to stay in,¡± Irene explained. ¡°All the original residents had been assigned one, that means there will be no leaking or broken houses in town. Everyone can be allocated to a brick house? May could not believe her ears, this was even more exaggerated than paved streets. Does she have any idea how much such an idea will cost? But since she was in front of Ferlin, she still had to swallow her words. There were a lot of other pedestrians on the street, so they would occasionally be stopped by people who wanted to greet Irene or Ferlin. Thanks to this, May found out that Irene was also one of those so-called teachers. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to perform in the play?¡± She asked. ¡°Why do the townspeople call you a teacher, Irene?¡± ¡°Because that is my job. I will only be performing part-time. After all, Border Town can¡¯t have a theater.¡± Afterwards, Irene told the story of how had been summoned by His Highness, ¡°Although it will be an open-air performance and the audience will only consist of civilians, the pay will be still calculated according to that of the stronghold. I think this is a good chance. At least, in this way I can still practice.¡± ¡°You are right, you are right. As long as I can go on stage I would be satisfied.¡± Ghent and Sam nodded again and again. And open-air performance for civilians! May simply didn¡¯t have the strength to retort. Compared with Irene, she could not understand why the Prince came up with this idea or what his intentions were in the end. Could those people whose purpose every day was only to have enough to eat and stay alive really comprehend the romance and its twist and turns of a drama? In this manner, they finally came to a stop in front of a two-story building. ¡°This is the teachers¡¯ building, right now Border Town only has nine teachers. Therefore there are still many vacant rooms left. Ferlin had already applied for you to stay inside the house and he¡¯d also got the rights for you to temporarily stay in two rooms. So you will be living here during the show.¡± Irene handed out two keys, ¡°Ghent, Sam, this one is for you. Rosia and Tina will get the other one, eh, Miss May¡¯s¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll stay with you,¡± May suddenly blurted. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°I came here to see how the lives of my theater companions were,¡± she said with a smile. ¡°After all, we have already been working together for such a long time, and you probably also will never return to the stronghold, so I want to talk some more with you. Are you going to hold this against me?¡± ¡°Of course not!¡± Irene happily took hold of her hands, ¡°I¡¯m just worried that the room is too small for you to live in. There are also a lot of things I also want to ask you!¡± Then she turned around to face the other four, ¡°Let¡¯s first put away the luggage, then you can come over to my room and we can sit and read the script together.¡± May climbed up to the second floor and followed Irene and Ferlin into their new home. Stepping in, her last hope was shattered. Although she didn¡¯t want to admit it, this small room gave off a comfortable and clean feeling. The tablecloths and curtains were obviously new; recently purchased and made of a red and white thin cotton. The floor had been swept spotless, they had a linen carpet in the living room. In it some strange cups had been placed on a low table, which attracted May at her first glance. Stepping forward, she picked them up to take a closer look, but even after a moment she was still unable to identify its material or why it was so light. It was a bit like wood, but the surface of it was smooth and full of brilliant color; it was nothing like those cheap goods affordable by civilians. Depicted on top of the cup were also two people who were affectionately holding each other. ¡°It is a charming cup, right?¡± Irene, said as she leaned over , ¡°They are too expensive. They were sold for five silver royals at the convenience market and the four of them made a set, containing all different postures of people. To celebrate our first payday, Ferlin insisted on buying them for me which in the end resulted in us spending our whole salary. That fool.¡± ¡°Convenience market?¡± May deliberately ignored the other part. ¡°Right!¡± Irene said, nodding, ¡°The Lord has opened a market at the town¡¯s square, where they are selling some very fine daily necessities, but their prices aren¡¯t low either. If you want, I can take you there tomorrow and you can have a look.¡± May had mixed feelings in her heart. The situation was completely different than she had expected it to be. She thought that, as a defeated captive, and a knight for whom no one had been willing to pay ransom, even if the Lord had released him, his life would still have been very difficult. And since Irene didn¡¯t perform regularly, she wouldn¡¯t have had any savings. Therefore, besides accompanying him during his hardship, she wouldn¡¯t be able to help him in any other way. At that time, Ferlin Eltek would have seen any assistance she gave as sending charcoal during snowy weather. Maybe even one step further, by relying on her influence, she could try to persuade the local Lord to allow to her redeem the First Knight. That way, she would have been able to completely reverse the knight¡¯s heart. But¡­ she found that all her ideas had come to nothing, and not only didn¡¯t he not need her help, furthermore he was also leading a good life in Border Town. Should she go back? But, if she now chose to leave, Ferlin and Border Town would from now on be forgotten forever. May fell into a swirl of confusion. Chapter 187 Chapter 187 New business organization As the summer came around, Margaret¡¯s river fleet arrived at Border Town. Roland had intentionally received the female merchant at the pier so that he could incidentally examine the goods she had brought with her. The most valuable goods were the three boats full of saltpeter. By now, Border Town¡¯s gunpowder reserves had basically been exhausted¨C even the First Army firing exercises had come to a stop. Although they had already started to equip the army with revolver-rifles, they still had to stay in practice with reloading, gun maintenance, and replenishment of their ammunition. Now, with this batch of saltpeter, they could finally resume firing training. In addition to saltpeter and in accordance with their agreement, she had also brought two ships with ore ingots¨C these were mainly iron and copper¨C as well as a portion of green vitriol ore. Just the unloading of these goods already needed two or three days time. When Roland offered Margaret the opportunity to inspect the two steam engines, he had placed them in an eye-catching position in the yard. Furthermore, he followed his usual practice of covering them in red satin and wrapping them in a fancy pattern. In fact, during nearly the whole month, the West Industrial Company was only able to put one steam engine together while producing hundreds of scrap parts. Because of that, Roland had Anna process the defective parts that didn¡¯t deviate too much from the desired product and had her fuse them together into a second steam engine to catch up with the delivery schedule. To Roland¡¯s surprise, Margaret had not come alone this time¨C she had also brought a group of merchants from King¡¯s City with her. When the delivery of the goods was organized, Margaret and her partner followed Roland back to the castle where they enjoyed a sumptuous lunch in the reception hall. ¡°Your Highness, this is Hogg, an old friend of mine. He owns one of the largest mining business in King¡¯s City.¡± Margaret pointed at them one after another, ¡°This is Gamier and Marlan. They belong to the Crescent-Moon-Bay Caravan. They were very interested in learning more about these steam engines, and since I have known them for many years, I was too embarrassed to sell it to them myself, so I brought them with me so that I could introduce them to you. ¡°I offer my regards to Your Honored Highness,¡± said Hogg, puffing out his large belly while his face glistened with grease: ¡°Margaret told me that this machine can be used in the place of manpower, and that it can quickly pump water and transport ore out of a mine. Moreover, it doesn¡¯t have to take a break and can run throughout the whole day. Would it be possible that I see it with my own eyes?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland sipped a mouthful of wine. At first, he had been completely unable to adapt to its sour taste, but he had gradually gotten used to it. ¡°But if you want to make it carry ore, you also have to install the railroad system. After lunch, I can take you to the North Slope Mine, where you can see it for yourself.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness, I am also very curious about all the different uses of the steam engine that you¡¯ve described. Can it really be installed on a sailboat and move it forward without sails?¡± Marlan began to ask, ¡°In case it is possible, would it be possible for it to resemble a three or four-masted sea-going ship? I¡¯m afraid that it wouldn¡¯t be strong enough.¡± ¡°In that regard, steam engines are just like horses. Some of them have a lot of force while others have less; it depends on the type of model it is. Of course, machines with a greater output are naturally more expensive. And when one isn¡¯t strong enough, you can also install more, like maybe two or four of them.¡± Roland answered with a smile. To use a steamer on board, even if it¡¯s the most primitive paddler, it would also need a complex power transmission and handling system. In addition to Border Town, there isn¡¯t any other place in the Kingdom of Graycastle that has the technology needed to modify a ship. But the installation cost would certainly be much higher than that of the steam engine itself. ¡°In that case, the Crescent-Moon-Bay Caravan also wants to order those machines from you.¡± Gamier forked a steam bun that had just left the steam basket and stuffed it into his mouth, but its fresh juices were so hot that he narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, similar people always group together. The friend of rich people will always also be rich. Even without seeing the actual product, they finalized an order right away, as if thousands of gold royals were nothing in their eyes. Roland shook his head, ¡°Unfortunately, at the moment, Border Town lacks manpower. With the issue that the steam engine is very complicated to create, I am afraid it will be difficult to produce any additional machines before Margaret¡¯s order is completed. ¡°I can provide you with the needed manpower, Your Honored Highness,¡± Gamier said, patting his chest. ¡°Both carpenters and blacksmiths, even shipbuilders if needed. I have a lot of them stationed at my dock, and they would all come free of charge!¡± ¡°And then you¡¯d have them learn the manufacturing method so that you can produce it yourself?¡± Hogg interrupted. ¡°Ten years, your Highness,¡± Gamier opened his palms, ¡°I am willing to let them work for you for ten years, and there will be only one requirement¨C that is that the first steam engine made by them will be offered to the Crescent-Moon-Bay Caravan. That is an attractive offer, Roland thought, it would be the same sort of technology partnerships later, where our side would only provide the technology and still make a significant profit, while they wouldn¡¯t only get the steam engine as soon as possible, but also get a number of skilled workers after a decade. In this way, the workers¡¯ salaries would be equivalent to the cost of purchasing the technology. ¡°I don¡¯t think we have to be so urgent to finalize a deal, we can take our time discussing the details after I have shown you the machine,¡± Roland pushed his hands onto the table, ¡°Furthermore, the steam engine isn¡¯t the only product we have here that is worth buying. There are some other things you might also be interested in¨C for example, this.¡± He snapped his fingers, and on his command, a group of guards took some objects out of a wooden box and placed them on the table. ¡°These are the newest creations of Border Town. No matter which of them you choose, they are all of the best quality but still at a reasonable price. For example, this simple mug,¡± Roland pointed at a colorful cup on the table and said, ¡°It is light, pleasing to the eye, and yet not as fragile as a crystal cup. The pattern above can also be customized. Furthermore it won¡¯t get wet, so it is very easy to clean. ¡°It won¡¯t get wet?¡± Margaret picked up a cup and took a carefully look at it. ¡°You can try it with some wine,¡± the Prince joked. ¡°And after you¡¯ve drunk from it, you can pretend to be drunk and throw it on the ground to break it apart. ¡°It works, gee, this really is very excellent¡­ But, I¡¯m afraid you won¡¯t be able to guarantee that every cup will have such a quality, right?¡± The big bellied Hogg had already poured himself a cup full of wine and threw it back at this time, ¡°Hey, it¡¯s really still dry.¡± Of course, it was still dry, it was essentially just an ordinary wooden cup merely coated with one of Soraya¡¯s paintings. The pattern on top of it was of her own design. ¡°It does not conflict with the usage of crystal cup, those are for more of a formal court banquet while my cups are more suited for the personal chambers of the daughters of wealthy houses.¡± Roland said, ¡°As far as I know, they like bright colors, and can¡¯t resist things with such a beautiful appearance.¡± ¡°I believe it is as you¡¯ve said,¡± Margaret said while nodding in interest. ¡°You seem to have a lot of experience in this field.¡± ¡°Keke,¡± the Prince coughed twice, ¡°and now, please fix your eyes on this one. The thickness of the breastplate is entirely uniform, and the back and front are made out of wrought iron. I don¡¯t think I even have to mention that it is lighter than a knight¡¯s plate armor, and it is possible to put it on without assistance. After it is closed, there doesn¡¯t exist even the smallest crack; it is perfectly suitable for the guards escorting caravans. But the most crucial point is that it is cheaper than plate armor¡­ ¡± ¡­ After the presentation of all the goods, the merchants began whispering to one another. To allow them some privacy, Roland offered them some time for discussion and left the hall, going over to the flower garden at a side corridor to get some fresh air. ¡°Your Royal Highness, I was only away for a month, and you already have a lot of new things here.¡± Margaret had stood to come follow him. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to exchange your opinions with them?¡± ¡°No, the moment I set my eyes on something it¡¯s unnecessary for me to try and listen to other people¡¯s thoughts. When there is good merchandise to be had, whether other people see its worth or not, it¡¯s all the same to me.¡± She smiled and shook her head, ¡°Our caravan will be staying here for three to four days, so could you¡­ Let me see Lightning again?¡± ¡°Although she does not recognize you, at least she didn¡¯t express any sentiment of dislike towards you, so I think that there won¡¯t be a problem. ¡°Thank you,¡± Margaret said gratefully. ¡°If you¡¯re going to stay for so long, you might as well come see a play. Three days from now, Border Town will hold its first theatrical performance.¡± ¡°You were able to build a theater in one month?¡± Margaret exclaimed, shocked at the idea. ¡°Of course not, it will be an open-air performance right in the middle of town square. I think it will be different than what you are used to.¡± ¡°I will do so right away. Deference is no substitute for obedience, Your Highness,¡± Margaret placed her hand on her chest and performed a low bow. Chapter 188 Chapter 188 ¡°On with the show!¡± Two days later, after the visit to the North Slope Mine, Roland agreed to a new trade contract with Hogger and the Crescent Moon Bay Caravan. Hogger¡¯s eyeballs had nearly fallen out after he saw the smoothly operating railway-transport mining system. He even put forth an application to build a factory in Border Town, which would specialize in the construction of rail lines and their supplementary equipment, while the profits he obtained would be split in half, but Roland refused his investment offer as it would need even more of his people. After all, right now Border Town wasn¡¯t lacking in money, but people. Hogger, after all, was just a mining businessman. Although he possessed several mines, and managed an open-air silver mine for Count Kanbara at Silver City. The men below him were only miners. Which was on an entirely different scale compared with the strength of an entire island like Crescent Moon Bay. In the end, he put his name under a contract ordering ten steam engines and a full set for the mine transportation system (including their track and tub), set to be delivered in six months from the date. The first half were to be delivered before the Months of Demons, and the second half around the start of the coming year. The contract with the Crescent Moon Bay Caravan was of a much larger scale than his previous deals, including even a ten years contract with them. Next time the caravan arrived, it would bring a team of 300 people with it, mainly composed of blacksmiths and carpenters. These people¡¯s salaries would be paid for by the Crescent Moon Bay, while Roland only had to provide for their food and accommodation. The steam engines produced by them would be sold with the highest priority given to Crescent Moon Bay, and then after the ten years, the worker could decide for themselves if they wanted to stay or go back. This was a point that Roland had brought up several times during the negotiation. Without a doubt, the people sent with the next caravan would be some of their most trustworthy supporters, even for the people shipped in later with the caravans, they were bound to try choosing people with the highest degree of loyalty to the Crescent Moon Bay. So when it then came for them to making their decision, it was unknown if even half of them would decide to stay. However Roland could never have enough skilled workers, so even if only one of them decided to stay behind, he would still have made a profit. Something he always worried about was that, even though he had the technical advantage, he might not have enough people to bring the technology to reality. Apart from the steam engine, the second largest order was for the transformation of their vessels. Along with the three hundred craftsmen, the Crescent Moon Caravan would bring two inland sailing ships in the hope that Border Town would convert them into ships that could be driven by steam engine. Each ship¡¯s conversion would come with a fee of one thousand eight hundred gold royals, which meant that the two ships would come up to directly exceed Margaret¡¯s steam engine order. In contrast, despite that all three sides ordering the mugs, the total amount of the order was still less than 300 gold royals, even though Roland had already increased the price of the mugs to what it was in his convenience store by ten times. This let him feel the gap in the profit between civilian merchandise and industrial products. If you are unable to mass produce, it would be better to only satisfy the requirements of Border Towns inhabitants. What surprised the Prince a little was that his iron breastplates, and the iron farming tools were completely disregarded. But later, during dinner, Margaret offered him the answer to his doubts, ¡°Although your breastplates are indeed cheaper, however its yield is too small, if we want to resell it, we have to include the transportation cost together with the tax. So, in the end we would only make a profit of 5 to 6 gold royals. Moreover, your armor is either forged with a hydraulic hammer or by using the steam engine¡­ In either case, with that method, the price of the armor will stay fixed, and the majority of the expense will come from the quality of the material, rather than the quality of its production.¡± After a short pause she continued, ¡°And buying them for our own usage, is even more unnecessary. On the sea, whether it be the sailors or the guards, they rarely wear heavy armor, which would only make them sink more quickly in the case they were to fall into the water. Most of the time, they see armor as fetters and handcuffs, not as protection.¡± ¡°It¡¯s the same with your farming tools, if you cannot obtain an enormous amount of cheaply-priced iron, they will be cheaper but not by much when compared to similar local goods, which makes it difficult to make a profit off them. While the situation with those colorful cups it completely differently, their price isn¡¯t at a fixed number, it can¡¯t be said for sure that the nobility will fond of them, but it is still possible to earn several times our initial investment.¡± ¡°After thinking about it for a while, Roland had to admit that this was indeed the case¡­ the price for the armor and farm tools was stable, and since the material costs accounted for the bulk of the price, it was still difficult to force the price down by forging them with his more efficient steam engine instead of the hydraulic hammer, so, in the end, the difference was too small to attract the interest of a big merchant. In addition, these plate armors¡¯ which had Soraya¡¯s anti-stabbing coating on it, was actually a part of the First Army¡¯s armament upgrade, so until the iron production didn¡¯t go up, it would be impossible to sell in large amounts. ¡­ Soon, it was time for the anticipated theater premiere. On this afternoon, even though Roland had demolished the surrounding buildings, which doubled the size of the former central square, the town square was still so tightly packed that not even a drop would be able to trickle through. To promote the play, Roland had already started informing people about it a week ahead of time. Moreover, he had specially requested the Ministry of Agriculture to send people to the outskirts of the town and mobilize the serfs to come watch the drama. Roland, as the town¡¯s Lord naturally had the best view point. In the direction of the stage, directly facing the show, Karl had erected a temporary wooden platform. It was made up of three rows of wooden benches, which could accommodate about a 100 people, and the place in the middle of the third row was reserved for Roland. On one side, were places for the members of the Witch Union, with Anna sitting next to him, while on the other side the merchant group had taken their place, with Margaret sitting as his direct neighbor. The first and second rows were mostly filled with City Hall officials and their apprentices. In order to ensure their safety, the people surrounding the wooden platform were made up of members from the First Army, who could watch the drama while at the same time separated the location of the Prince from the civilian population. Now, at 4 o¡¯clock in the afternoon, the sun¡¯s burning heat had already faded and together with a fresh breeze from time to time which was produced by Wendy, everyone on the platform could enjoy a VIP level treatment. Under the applause of the crowd, the actors stepped onto the stage one by one. To tell the truth, Roland was completely unsure of what kind of result the premiere would achieve in the end. After giving the script to Irene, he no longer interevent in the drama. The recruiting and rehearsal have been fully done by her and Ferlin. Now, in retrospect, how much experience could a theater newcomer, who had only appeared on stage once have gathered? And the friends recruited by her, were those people who had never gotten the chance to perform on stage in Longsong Stronghold, only here in a small town could they become actors. In other words, this was a newly created team of new actors, who planned to perform a new drama. Fortunately, Roland didn¡¯t mind if it became a failure, after all, this drama wasn¡¯t meant to sell tickets and also not there to promote a good script. The only goal of the show was to remold the people¡¯s ideology and free them of their prejudices, for this to happen it had to be performed more than once. So even if this time they didn¡¯t play out well, they would undoubtedly have improved by the time of the next performance. ¡°Now, I finally understand why you were so confident in this show,¡± Margaret suddenly exclaimed, ¡°you invited Miss May!¡± Roland got startled, ¡°Who?¡± ¡°Do not tell me you do not know about it yourself, my God! Before I came here, I¡¯ve also seen her show in King¡¯s City,¡± Margaret smacked her lips, ¡°No matter if it is taking hold of her character or the build up of emotions, she is the best. I do not know how many people she has already moved to tears with her performance in ¡°Prince seeking for love¡±, even Kadin Faso was full of praise for her!¡± ¡°Who is Kadin Faso?¡± Roland went through his memories bus he couldn¡¯t find any impression of him within his head. ¡°¡­Your Royal Highness, are you really a person from King¡¯s City?¡± Margaret blinked with her eyes. ¡°Please give me the liberty to ask, who is the most famous person in King¡¯s City, apart from the people of the court?¡± ¡°Yorko ¡®The Devil¡¯s hand¡¯ ¡± Roland blurted out, but directly afterward he knew it was the wrong answer. ¡°Oh,¡± the businesswoman gave him a meaningful glance. ¡°The most famous playboy, I heard that with one hand alone he could get a woman to never forget him¡­ I understand.¡° ¡°Relies only on one hand?¡± Anna leaned over, ¡°What for?¡± ¡°No-Nothing.¡± Roland slammed himself on the forehead, ¡°We had better earnestly follow along with the drama.¡± Chapter 189 Chapter 189 Stars and Flowers The play didn¡¯t have a theater curtain, nor an introduction, their preparation area was separated from the stage by a board, their stage was simple and crude, and for most of the cast it would be the first formal performance of their lives. ¡°This story takes place in the capital of a kingdom. Within the outer city, there lived a beautiful and kind-hearted girl¡­¡± Accompanied by the sound of the narration, Irene slowly walked onto the stage. Her whole attire was a filthy gray gown, the hair on top of her head was a hideous mess, and her face was covered with dust. Swinging the broom in her hand, she was carefully cleaning the ground, from time to time even bending down to wipe the difficult to remove dirt using the end of her gown. After several days of rehearsal, Irene had thoroughly memorized the whole story¡¯s process in her heart. The story was quite simple: a civilian girl had lost her mother, and was now constantly being bullied at her home, but because of the girl¡¯s kindness she was then rescued by a witch, who used her magic power to give the girl the opportunity to participate in the prince¡¯s party, where the prince and she fell in love the first moment they saw each other. But since the witch¡¯s magic was only effective for a limited time, she was forced to leave the ball in a hurry, and in her panic she left behind a crystal shoe. In order to find the beautiful girl, the prince had the whole city be searched. Ultimately, he found her in the outer city, and from then on the two of them lived happily ever after. The story was simple and easy to understand, yet its plot completely broke away from the former description of a princess and a prince¡¯s love, by allowing a common girl, who due to her kind nature gained the assistance of a witch, be able to to win the prince¡¯s favor. As the Cinderella of this performance, the part where the character gathered up her courage to resist the oppression she had to face her whole life, would be the actress greatest highlight of the performance. So Irene had never imagined that May would give the leading position to her. Irene was already euphoric enough that the star of the Western Territory was willing to share the stage with her. Moreover, as the pillar of the stronghold¡¯s theater, May had enough pride and confidence to play the leading role in all kinds of theater stages, yet in ¡°Cinderella¡± she took the initiative to play the supportive character of the half-sister. This was somewhat hard to believe for Irene, until the other side repeatedly emphasized that this was a performance of new kind of character, and that Irene had the talent needed to play Cinderella. In the next rehearsal, she gathered all of her strength, not only to repeatedly practice every scene, but also when lying in her bed, even after the candles had gone out, she would still be going through the acting skills taught to her by May.So as not to fail to live up to the other side¡¯s good intentions. Fortunately, Irene was not without experience, so being on stage while having the eyes of countless people on her, she relaxed her body, and let the repeatedly practiced actions reappear one by one. Until now, she felt that she was in good shape and hadn¡¯t made any errors. She even encouraged Rosia, playing the witch, with her eyes when the other had forgotten her lines. ¡°I split the wheat porridge in half, but do not eat too quickly; it is still very hot.¡± ¡°Thank you for your kindness, young woman, I will surely repay you.¡± When Rosia bent her back and crookedly walked backstage, one after another the masses began to applaud ¨C making Irene feel relieved. After all, she knew that, when someone forgot their words during a formal performance at the stronghold¡¯s theater it would count as an utterly intolerable error. The nobility would immediately begin to boo and ridicule the actor, rather than trying to encourage the artist with applause. At this point, it was May¡¯s debut. This part of the story was about the conflict of the mean older sister and Cinderella. Under the bullying and humiliation of the older sister, Cinderella could only hide in the basement and begin to tearing up as she held the portrait of her birth mother in her arms. But now, as May stood before her, Irene suddenly felt that the atmosphere had completely changed. She was no longer the quiet and taciturn theater star she had been during the rehearsals. Instead, she had turned into the ruler of the stage. With her lofty manners, her just perfectly executed body movements and unhidden contempt in her eyes, she placed Irene under a strong feeling of oppression. ¡°Oh, take a look at that, who is this ? Under what kind of delusion are you to think you don¡¯t have to work in broad daylight? ¡°You poor wretch shall return without delay and wash my dress!¡± ¡°And you¡¯d better be not clumsy, this is a formal banquet dress. You cannot afford to damage it by even a little.¡± After her words, May ferociously pushed her back, and according to the plot Irene was supposed to pretend to fall, but under the cold look in May¡¯s eyes she couldn¡¯t stop herself from taking a few steps back, accidently tripping over her own feet and falling to the ground without any buffer- her elbow hit the stage floor and sent a burst of pain through her body. ¡°Truly just a useless waste¡­¡± May¡¯s eyes were no longer set on her. Instead, she went to the center of the stage, facing the silent crowd on the square and began her monologue. ¡°That¡¯s worthy of Miss May,¡± Margaret whispered amazed. ¡°Just with a few simple words from her she was able to attract the attention of everyone, her character has already become alive.¡± ¡°Oh, indeed impressive,¡± Roland nodded, but this person was also way too ferocious and overdid it. The loathe and disdain she showed toward Irene, seems as if it was her real feelings. Even sitting back here, I could feel her ruthlessness. How infectious her emotional appeal was could be seen in the expression of the entire audience¡­ However, she was not the protagonist ah. Irene¡¯s relatively good performance had been suddenly completely overshadowed, if this goes on, I¡¯m afraid the leading role will be overtaken by a supporting character. Irene was stunned. She knew she had to stand up quickly. May¡¯s monologue, which was primarily about her longing for the prince, as well as the court ball, wouldn¡¯t last long. So before the end of the scene, she had to leave the stage. But her familiar feeling from the previous rehearsals had already left her, turning the stage into a complete and utter stranger to her. Are you only on this level? Only when May finished her act and while passing by weaved her skirt so that its edge slapped against Irene¡¯s face, was she able to recover. Even though the other didn¡¯t say a word, but by looking into the cold eyes of the star from the West, Irene could understand her meaning. May had wanted to say that Irene should pull herself together. Since their two character¡¯s personalities were like fire and water, once May reached out her hand, the play would be ruined! She clenched her lips, spreading an iron taste through her mouth. When she saw May disappeared behind the board, she also wanted to get up and leave. However, Ghent and Same carrying props had already stepped on the stage. When Sam placed a bucket in front of her, he took the chance to say in a small voice, ¡°The next scene is still yours, just stay here while we work. Come on, you can do it!¡± Irene knew that this wasn¡¯t according to the script, to be truth¡­ she had already missed the opportunity to leave. Thus the audience saw an unusual change of scenery. Cinderella sat motionless on the stage, while her surrounding scene has been modified from the living room into the basement, changing the beautiful round table and wooden chairs into barrels and rattan baskets. While people who handled the props went back and forth, the girl maintained her position, as if she was frozen in time. In the next act, Cinderella was trapped in the basement, and the witch came back to rescue her. Not only giving her beautiful clothes, but also summoning a carriage, which sent her directly to the castle. ¡°Remember, the spell will only last until midnight, so you must leave the palace before the last bell rings, or the clothes and the carriage will disappear.¡± ¡°A¡­ yes. I¡¯ve got it. Thank you.¡± At this moment Irene was still unable to shake off her daze, hiding in the background she secretly watched May¡¯s play. She only thought that the other actor seemed to be completely free, in front of more than a thousand viewers she still had a blossoming smile, what a powerful woman she was. Standing on the stage and having to face the bright star, only then did she thoroughly realized how amazing her counterparts acting was. Is this the distance between stars and flowers? When Rosia finished her dry lines, it was time for the first drama: the court ball. In order to achieve the effect of a grand ball, the scene needed the whole cast to go on stage ¨C in addition to her, and May, Ghent, Sam, Rosia, and Tina were dressed as other noble dancers that were wearing masks. And dressed as the prince, was her lover, Ferlin. Chapter 190 Chapter 190 Victory and defeat ¡°The actor playing the prince is quite handsome, yet his facial expressions are very stiff.¡± ¡°Ah, unexpectedly he is¡­¡± Roland was somewhat surprised, ¡°Morning Light, the First Knight in the Western Territories. At present, he holds the position as a teacher in Border Town. He can¡¯t be regarded as an actor.¡± ¡°He isn¡¯t an actor?¡± the businesswoman asked, flabbergasted, ¡°Then how can he go on stage?¡± ¡°Because of limited staff.¡± he laughed, ¡°Just take a look, there is no one besides those two who handled the previous change of setting. If the prince were to be played by one of them, it would truly¡­ be unlikely for Cinderella to fall in love at first sight with either of them, based on their appearances.¡± ¡°¡­you are right.¡± While changing into her beautiful dress, Irene stood on the side and had to watch as May walked towards Ferlin¡¯s side. Irene saw how May placed her hand on his shoulder and began to dance ¨C no, Ferlin wasn¡¯t dancing, he was merely being guided by May¡¯s exquisite dancing skills and following along with each of her steps. This dance wasn¡¯t part of the rehearsal; Irene was aware that this was May¡¯s improvisation. ¡°Her older sister tried to seduce the prince in every way possible, yet the prince remained unmoved, merely keeping his manners and talking; until Cinderella appeared in front of him. His eyes wandered over and took in the sight of the charming and delicate woman, who had bright eyes and white teeth.¡± Irene knew that as soon as she walked past him, according to the script, Ferlin was meant to throw May aside, there by staging his and her tale of love at first sight. However, anyone who was able to see would likely ask, for what reason should the prince dump the beautiful and touching woman at his side, for the presently so muddleheaded Irene who completely lacked any allure? At this moment, she saw Ferlin turn his gaze towards her at last. In his gaze she saw helplessness, comfort, encouragement, and¡­ she also saw his love. Irene suddenly felt the stage become quiet. The people¡¯s laughter, their voices, and the sound of their arguments was gone, her theater companions were also gone. Only May, Ferlin, and herself was left on the stage. Sure! My acting skills are a far cry from the Star of the West, so does that mean I should just give up and admit defeat? No, said a soft voice at the bottom of her heart; no, she wanted to act. To her, this was a rare opportunity, or¡­ more than likely, her last chance. If she were to give up now, she would probably never have the opportunity to stand on the same stage with such an outstanding actress ever again. She also wanted to become like May, able to lead the audience¡¯s emotions with her behavior, gathering everyone¡¯s attention on her alone. I¡¯m sorry, May. She said in her heart. If the prince was played by just some random theater actor, it would already be difficult enough for her to gather the courage to compete. By relying on her acting skills alone, it would almost be impossible for her to beat the Star of the West. But he isn¡¯t just anyone. He is Morning Light. He is my lover, Irene thought, please, forgive me for being so shameless. It¡¯s just that¡­ I never want to lose in front of him. The stage completely disappeared. Instead, a cornfield appeared in front of Irene¡¯s eyes. The heavy ears of wheat were already ripe and hanging heavily, gently swinging in the evening breeze, just waiting to be plucked. In the distance, the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon, coating the slowly flowing Redwater River in many warm colors. This was the place where they had frequently met up for their tryst. In this red-orange sunset, the ¡®prince¡¯ changed back into the ¡®knight¡¯, turning back into the man with whom she had fallen in love with so many years ago. As long as it was in front of him, she could always let her most beautiful side bloom, making it impossible for him to move his view away from her¡­ no longer acting, but instead showing off her true self, Irene lifted her robe, tied a knot in it and walked towards Ferlin. Now when her heart was full of confidence, everything seemed so natural. The moment she reached the knight¡¯s side, she smiled to May, and the latter unconsciously loosened the hand resting on his shoulders. ¡°May I have this dance?¡± She asked. Ferlin¡¯s natural smiling expression reappeared within his eyes, ¡°Of course you can, my lady.¡± Although she wasn¡¯t as skilled as May, under her guidance, the knight moved more naturally than his former jumping. The two people¡¯s tacit understanding in the scene infected the audience, which began to applauding and whistling, followed with their cheers. All the clamor brought Irene back to the stage. Stepping on her toes, she gently placed a kiss on the Prince¡¯s cheek, before she pushed him away, turned around, and quickly ran offstage. At the same time, the deep and resounding sound of the bells rolled over the square and came back as a faint echo from the far off mountains. Not much longer, and it would be the midnight. Soon, the drama came to its end, but with it also came the end of the play. On his search, the prince went from house-to-house in the city and he finally came to Cinderella¡¯s home, but this time the young lady wore a dirty and gray robe and was holding a broom in her hands while being pushed to the side by her older sister. The sister was still beautiful and she could also put on the crystal shoe. ¡°Your Highness, why are you still hesitating? I am the person you are looking for.¡± ¡°No, she is not.¡± ¡°Y-you shut up!¡± Even though right now, May¡¯s performance was no less perfect than before, and was even more oppressing, but Irene no longer cringed away from her. Instead, she came out of her corner, slowly arriving at the central stage. There, she looked straight into the eyes of her counterpart with an unyielding look, full of resistance. Everyone watching this beautiful scene began to clap. At this moment, the witch suddenly appeared. She reached out with her hands and put the ball¡¯s dress on Cinderella once more¨C ¡°Your Royal Highness, she is the person you are looking for.¡± Rosia forcefully tore off the gray robe on Irene, exposing her beautiful dress. Almost at the same time, she stroked through Cinderella¡¯s wild hairstyle, smoothing it out, and with this, the Cinderella who had snatched away the prince¡¯s heart appeared in front of everyone once again. The atmosphere of the audience immediately began to overflow. When the prince embraced Cinderella, everyone stood up, and a timely gun salute could be heard from outside the grounds, pushing the people¡¯s mood to the peak. The endless applause and cheering continued until the narration came to its conclusion and the actors bowed and left. Only then did the audience stop. ¡°This was incredible,¡± Margaret clapped enthusiastically, ¡°I thought that the young woman would be overwhelmed by May. I never expected the result that she would be able to come back. Furthermore, I do not know whether or not it was an illusion, but her interaction with the prince felt even more natural than May¡¯s, it was as if¡­ she was meant to be together with the prince. ¡°It was indeed surprising,¡± Roland nodded. Irene had changed her entire personality at the end; which must have been her inherited acting skills which arisen, as a result giving her the capacity to maintain her self-confidence even under May¡¯s overwhelming personality. In a short time, the prince had changed back into her husband, breaking away from the stocks and chains; this kind of ability was also very outstanding. In the future, in all likelihood, she will become a rising star. Furthermore, the ringing bells and salute created by Echo were equally perfect. Due to not having arranged any practice sessions, Roland had given her freedom at the beginning of the play, but he¡¯d never expecting such a pleasant surprise. ¡­ I lost, May closed her eyes. She had spent a lot effort in making sure that Ferlin Eltek would play the role of the prince so that he could see her at the task she was the best at ¨Cbeing on stage¨C and in this way she could leave a deep impression on him. Ultimately defeating Irene with her acting, she could use this way to show him the gap there was between Irene and herself. For this, she had nearly stayed a week in the town, even going through rehearsal with people she would at normal times not even look at apart from a quick glance. After being delayed for so long, she was afraid that if she now went back to Longsong Stronghold, the theater boss wouldn¡¯t treat her as well as he had before. And the most ridiculous part was that she hadn¡¯t even been able to completely defeat Irene on stage. Even though she hadn¡¯t lost to her acting skills, she had lost to the other¡¯s love. That being the case, it was time to let go. May took a deep breath, changed her clothes, and left via the rear face. When she reached the end of the ladder, she was suddenly greeted by a man. He was also tall, he stood straight, was handsome, and dressed in shiny silver armor, and was probably one of Border Town¡¯s knights ¨C but unlike Morning Light, who always wore a warm smile, he appeared to be arrogant and cold with his raised eyebrow, long and narrow eyes, and thin lips. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± May asked with a frown. ¡°Hello, Miss May,¡± the moment the other side opened his mouth, the cold air dispersed without a trace, ¡°I¡¯m His Highness¡¯ Chief Knight, Carter Landes. Your performance was so fascinating, may I ask if you would like a drink?¡± Chapter 191 Chapter 191 The new King¡¯s bared teeth Petrov sipped the black tea, leaned against the soft lord chair, and let go of a long sigh of relief. Two months had passed since the takeover of Longsong Stronghold, and by now he discovered that he liked the hall more and more. It¡¯s step-by-step ascending structure allowed him to overlook the lower standing officials and attendants from the Lord¡¯s seat, having such power in his grip let him have a feeling of satisfaction. During the first month, some small aristocrats stepped out and openly questioned him or secretly planned riots and such things ¨C of course, the people who provoked them from behind the scene came from Elk, Wolf, and several other big families. Following his father¡¯s advice, Petrov delivered the commoners who created trouble or belonged to the underground rats directly to the gallows, while the small nobles were imprisoned and after their family paid the ransom were expelled from the Western Territory. When this method was put into practice and thunder like struck down on them, the situation soon subsided. After all, with the exception of the Honeysuckle Family, the Knights of several other families had been arrested and brought to Border Town. Making it impossible for them to build up any resistance against Petrov¡¯s policies. Afterward, he again guided the interest by announcing that the stronghold shall compensate the big families for their loss during the seizure, in this way forming a stable group of nobles who all shared a common interest. With the exception of the 30% which had been transferred to Border Town, the remaining 70% of the stronghold¡¯s income were split into three sections. 30% were used to keep the city operating, 20% were used to appease the other noble families, and the remaining 20% were invested into the Hull¡¯s territory. Nowadays, the old portrait of Duke Ryan that had hung behind the lord¡¯s seat was exchanged with a picture of the 4th Prince, Roland Wimbledon, but he already looked forward to the day when it was exchanged with one of himself ¨C a portrait of Petrov Hull. In case he thoroughly took possession of Longsong Stronghold, they could turn the tax used to operate the city and the one invested into their own territory into one, becoming truly worthy of the name of a dukedom. And the 50% which were used to appease the other nobles could also be saved. Instead, it could then be invested in the stronghold¡¯s trade, in exchange generating an even higher income for themselves. Of course, the premise for all of this was that Roland Wimbledon could conquer the throne and rule as King of the Kingdom of Graycastle. ¡°My Lord,¡± one of his guards entered the Lord¡¯s Hall and handed him a letter, ¡°It contains news from Border Town.¡± When Petrov heard that the letter had come from Border Town, he immediately straightened the way he sat. He received the envelope and took a fragile piece of papyrus from it. From the poor quality of the letter, he could immediately recognize that it was from one of his eyes within the ranks of the serfs. The outcome of the battle two months ago could be said to be an outrageous result. Although Petrov hadn¡¯t personally taken part in it, he still had heard a fantastic story from his father. In order to find out the reasons for the Duke¡¯s failure, he had dispatched some of his confidants to Border Town. They would pretend to be artisans, herdsman or serfs, and send all the information they had gathered back to the stronghold. He firmly believed that the others families had done the same. But so far, each month he had only gotten information from the two people disguised as serfs. Those who had pretended to be craftsmen or herders hadn¡¯t given any sound of their presence, as if they had vanished. In the end had they betrayed him out of their own will, or were they discovered by the prince who totally removed them? He shook his head, instead focusing his attention on the letter. The content of the letter was written with charcoal and also crookedly written. In some places it even had some traces of water, indicating that it had been written sneakingly while working. The first paragraph was about how they were building a tower with an unknown purpose at the shore of the Redwater River. At present, they had already erected three of these bases which had a height close to that of the stronghold¡¯s city walls and on top of each of those bases, they had placed an enormous metal pot. It seemed that the blacksmiths had constructed the metal pot in town. Afterward transporting it to the river as a whole piece. Then the First Army would surround the iron tower and standing with their back to the iron pot, and on the next day, the tower was magically erected. ¡°Building¡±¡­ it¡¯s again this word, Petrov thought, it was also mentioned in the previous secret letter, just looking at that information it seems that the Prince is always building something. Last time he had repaired the roads and constructed that bridge, this time he is building that iron tower. Could it be that His Highness is spending all of those gold royals he had plundered from Longsong Stronghold in one go? Furthermore, the function of those towers is still unknown¡­ even though my scouts who are disguised as serfs are not real serfs, but in actuality are knowledgeable knights, so in case that those towers were watchtowers, they would able to see it by the first glance. Probably those towers are still not entirely built yet, making it difficult to judge their purpose. Petrov shook his head. I should wait until next month, maybe I will get more detailed information then. He shifted his gaze to the next paragraph. There he read that for a week a large-scale merchant fleet of an unknown owner had stayed in the town¡¯s dock and afterward left eastwards. During their stay, a lot of ore and saltpeter were also unloaded from the ships. The purchase of saltpeter is easy to understand, after all the second month of the summer will usually become very hot, and because of this, the castle will consume a significant amount of saltpeter for cooling. Furthermore, it can also be used for cold drinks and fruit juice. As a royal aristocrat, the Prince certainly doesn¡¯t want to sweat all day, like the peasants on the fields are. But the purchase of ingots totally surprised Petrov. After all, Border Town was a source for ore all on its own. I can still remember, prior to the Months of Demons, when I was sent as a messenger to Border Town, Prince Roland had exaggeratedly said that they would be able to double the amount of ore they could sell. But now, the result was that not only didn¡¯t they export ore, but had now they are also importing ingots? This, together with those city wall high like iron towers, meant that Petrov himself was now more and more unable to understand what His Royal Highness wanted to accomplish. But when Petrov read the last paragraph of the secret letter the contents immediately left Petrov stunned. In the last two weeks, Border Town had held several open-air theater performances at the town square? They didn¡¯t sell tickets, and the drama¡¯s name was also unheard of. Moreover, they were even encouraging the serfs to go watch. But the most surprisingly part was that one of the performers was the recently vanished Star of the West, Miss May! What kind of situation is this? That Miss May had gone missing was the biggest news of recent times. Several of the dramas in which she should have played the leading role, were now played by others, and because of this the nobles had all left halfway through to express their protest. And when they demanded an answer, the theater claimed that Miss May had left without any explanation, and that her whereabouts were currently unknown. When the news had become public, it had caused an uproar among the drama-loving nobles of the Western Territory. In the end, she went to Border Town? They don¡¯t have there any theaters! Furthermore, to be playing in front of civilians and serfs¡­ Petrov¡¯s had some difficulty imagining such a picture in his mind since the impression he had gotten from Miss May was that she wasn¡¯t a amiable or an approachable actor. After carefully thinking about it, he decided to write a letter to His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon, officially inquiring about this matter. As a theater enthusiast himself, in the past months he had been unable to see the fantastic performance of the Star of the West, not to mention getting the chance to personally invite her. Since the drama was a public performance at the town square, it wouldn¡¯t be too surprising for it to be seen by a peddler who might have come from Longsong Stronghold, and this could be given as the reason for this the news to have reached his ear ¨C doing it this way, he won¡¯t expose his knights who are disguised as serfs. As soon as Petrov was ready to have one of his attendants draft the text, a Knight rushed into the hall, and hurriedly said, ¡°My Lord, we have a message from the guards at the East Gate, a team of knights are nearing the stronghold!¡± ¡°Knights? Were they able to tell who must have sent them?¡± He suddenly stood. ¡°The other side is holding up a flag with a tower and two pikes on it, Sir,¡± the Knight replied, ¡°In case they aren¡¯t pretenders, they must be from the new King¡¯s forces.¡± Chapter 192 Chapter 192 Under the curtain of the night About 50 people had come, they were all dressed in armor which was sparkling in the sun. Standing in lines of 8 with flags on all sides, three of them displayed the insignia of the royal family: the gray tower with the two pikes. Additionally, on one side there was a flag with a tower and a horse¡¯s head on top. Carving through the memories at the back of his mind, he remembered that this was likely the symbol of the Hawes family of the northern border. One of the cavalrymen stepped out of the ranks and yelled: ¡°I am Lehman Hawes, the messenger of King Timothy. With me, I have brought the resolution of the King, pull down the drawbridge.¡± ¡°Your certificate?¡± Petrov stretched his head forward and asked loudly. Hearing his question, the cavalryman took a bow and arrow from his back, tied a piece of paper to the arrow and shot it directly to on top of the city wall. One of his guards immediately went over and picked up the arrow for Petrov. When he unfolded the parchment, he saw some faint crisscrossing golden threads embedded at the bottom of the document, and there at the lower right corner was the seal of the royal family, which indicated that he was indeed the new King¡¯s messenger. Seeing this, Petrov took a deep breath and shouted, ¡°Lower the bridge and open the gate.¡± He could already roughly guess the content of the so-called resolution ¨C it was undoubtedly related to Roland Wimbledon. Since the other party wasn¡¯t a fraud, they also had no reason to refuse the new King¡¯s envoy. Otherwise it was equivalent to declaring the new King, and the Kingdom of Graycastle as their enemy. And in case this news were to spread out, the other families would certainly come to target the Honeysuckle territory without any hesitation, and the currently suppressed undercurrent would instantly rebound. However, since Timothy had only sent 50 people to inquire about the situation in the Western Territory, one of the Prince¡¯s speculation had been confirmed ¨C the new King, at present, was unable to rule over the Western Territory. Since the Prince, His Royal Highness, was able to repel the Duke¡¯s coalition who had more than a 1000 soldier, I¡¯m afraid that these fifty people can only return without having any achievement. Of course, His Highness has to be informed about this development as soon as possible. Thinking until here, he called the Knight from before, ¡°Westeros, take three short-tailed horses with you, interchange them during the ride, so that you can reach Border Town as early as possible. When you¡¯re there tell His Highness that Timothy¡¯s men have come.¡± ¡°As you bid,¡± Westeros nodded. As the Knight turned around and left, Petrov sighed. ¡°Let¡¯s go and meet the new King¡¯s envoy.¡± ¡­ When Petrov appeared at the city gate, with the exception of the ten people riding at the front, whose spirits seemed to be trembling with excitement, the rest of the Cavaliers all seemed a little sluggish, they were sitting with a crooked body on their horses, as if they could fall off any time. ¡°Welcome, Sir Lehman,¡± Petrov welcomed him with a nod. ¡°I¡¯m the stronghold manager belonging to the Honeysuckle Family, Petrov Hull.¡± The word ¡®stronghold manager¡¯ left a bad aftertaste in his mouth. If he had really been in charge of the Western Border, being the Duke of the stronghold, he would never have had to salute towards an envoy. He wouldn¡¯t even need to greet him at the gate. Instead, he could just stay inside the Lord¡¯s castle, waiting for the other party to come to him. ¡°I have heard of your name at the Cold Wind Range, ¡®Acting Duke¡¯.¡± Lehman dismounted and walked over with a smile. ¡°The Western Border is indeed a strange territory, even after assembling a vast army, Duke Ryan actually couldn¡¯t conquer such a small town. Moreover, he even lost his own life, which is a rare circumstance for the Kingdom of Graycastle. Of course, for the Honeysuckle Family, this must have been good news.¡± Petrov automatically ignored the irony coming from his words, ¡°Are your men alright? They look to be a little¡­ unwell.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t mind them,¡± Lehman glanced backward, ¡°They probably haven¡¯t acclimatized themselves after rushing through the whole journey, they will be better after some rest. To be honest, this region is just too hot.¡± ¡°It¡¯s only because the North is too cold,¡± Since the other person seemed to not to care about the matter, Petrov was too lazy to pay attention further to the subject. ¡°I¡¯m wondering why sir envoy has come from the Cold Wind Range, rather than from King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°That is because His Majesty Timothy Wimbledon is currently in the Northern Territory,¡± Lehman answered bluntly. ¡°Duke Essie thought had thought he could take advantage of the weakened state of the Northern Border Guards to instigate a rebellion. After being suspected of starting a revolution, King Timothy had no other choice than to put down the revolt.¡± Rebellion? Perot frowned, that does not meet with common sense. Although the Border Guards were put together of Knights and mercenaries from all over the kingdom, most of the members were still the Duke¡¯s own men. So how could it be that he had substantial losses created by the rebellion? Remembering the letter within Duke Ryan had written about his plans to annex the North, Petrov created a bad image within his mind¡­ Could it be that Timothy Wimbledon had the same kind of idea? ¡°That being the case, what is the King¡¯s current decision?¡± ¡°He has issued a recall order,¡± Lehman stated, ¡°His Majesty sent me to see if the Western Territory has also sunken into a state of chaos, caused by war. If I remember correctly, prior to the Months of Demons, the King had sent a recall order to Roland Wimbledon, but until today he still hasn¡¯t returned to King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°The instruments should have been forwarded to the stronghold five months ago, but unlike the previous Lords, Lord Roland didn¡¯t choose to return to the stronghold and take refuge here during the Months of Demons,¡± Petrov paused. ¡°He decided to instead stay inside Border Town and lead his people against the demonic beasts. So, for that reason he couldn¡¯t immediately set out to King¡¯s City and follow the King¡¯s orders. ¡°By now the end of the Months of Demons had been almost three months ago,¡± Lehman didn¡¯t waver in his duty. ¡°The King has sent me to escort the Prince back to King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°When will you leave for Border Town?¡± ¡°We will set out tomorrow morning.¡± Traveling at a regular pace, they should arrive at Border Town in three days, while my Knight will move through day and night, and should be able to deliver the message after only one night and day. This way His Royal Highness should have enough time to prepare to deal with them. I, Petrov, can only do so much. When the group reached the stronghold¡¯s barracks, Petrov stopped, ¡°This is the place where the Duke¡¯s Knights were stationed, so staying here you should get a good rest, dinner will be sent later to you. As for Sir Lehman,¡± Petrov looked at Lehman Hawes, ¡°there will be a hearty dinner prepared for you, please be sure to attend.¡± ¡°Thank you for your generosity, Sir Petrov,¡± the latter laughed. * After dinner, when Lehman returned to camp and stepped into the central tent, he was immediately surrounded by several people. ¡°What¡¯s the situation?¡± He asked. ¡°We are surrounded on all sides by people who are keeping a close watch over us. They have also stationed around a hundred troops at the gates, but most of them don¡¯t possess a whole armor, so they should belong to the city patrol,¡± one of his men reported. ¡°It seems that the Lord doesn¡¯t trust us.¡± ¡°At least it appeared that our intelligence was correct, the information I gathered at the banquet also confirmed this point,¡± Lehman spoke in a hushed tone. ¡°After the Duke was defeated, most of the Knights were arrested and brought to Border Town, so there aren¡¯t many Knight¡¯s left for them to use in combat.¡± Before he had arrived here, he had gathered detailed intelligence about the current situation in Longsong Stronghold. The task given by His Majesty was very simple, which was, to discover the reasons for the Duke¡¯s loss, and then to take the appropriate measures to take gain control over the Western Territory as quickly as possible. ¡°What¡¯s with those who took that medicine¡­?¡± ¡°They will soon reach their limit,¡± said the other, ¡°as long as we give them pills, they will do anything.¡± The messenger group was also only a pretext, of their team of fifty, the numbers of real Knights were only counted at thirteen, the other were mercenaries disguised as knights. Under the influence of the church¡¯s pills, they were more obedient than the loyalest of hounds, while at the same time being even more ferocious than demonic beasts. They were also the key to Lehman¡¯s plan in capturing the gate. According to his plan, a 1,500 people strong militia were slowly nearing the stronghold and as long as they opened the gates, the city would fall into their hands. ¡°Hand out the pills, then have ten men stay behind to deal with the patrol and send the others to the East Gate.¡± Lehman finally gave his orders. Chapter 193 Chapter 193 Castle Bathroom The theater performance was a great success. Within the last two weeks ¡°Cinderella¡± had been performed three times, many of the citizens had even seen it more than once. If the first performance was the needed propaganda and announcement to attract so many people to come watch, the next two plays were completely self-sustaining. There were even citizens who came to the City Hall and asked when the fourth performance would be held. Getting such a respond, Roland was naturally overjoyed; they were all so completely attracted to the story that almost no one raised any objections as to why Cinderella got help from a witch. Wait until ¡°The rooster crows at Midnight¡± gets played next month, which was almost a special performance for the impoverished commoners, it was still unknown how the serfs would view the treatment and assistance of the witches during the drama. Another thing that pleased Roland was that the crew had settled down in town and even accepted the existence of the witches ¨C after the third performance, Irene took the initiative to find Rolland, and had asked him from where the unexpected ¡°sound accompaniment¡± had come, so Roland then introduced Echo to her. With Nightingale¡¯s secret observation, they discovered that although Irene was clearly surprised, she didn¡¯t show any resentment or disgust. After she regained her composure, she seemed to be very curious and peppered Echo with many questions, even making her demonstrate her magical sound several times over. The result being that Echo soon joined the theater group, becoming the master of music who was orchestrating from behind the scenes ¨C in order to avoid the possibility of any accidents, Irene alone paired up with Echo when they did a sound rehearsal, withholding it from the knowledge of the cast. There was no doubt that the musical accompaniment would soon reach new heights at the upcoming performance. Another matter that made him jubilant, was that the castle would soon step into the era of tap water. The towering water tower stood tall and upright in the castle backyard. Its body and framework was made out of welded iron, giving it a triangular shape. Attached to the top of the tower ¡ªwith a diameter of two meters and a height of three meters¡ª was an iron bucket. The water valve within the bucket made it very convenient to control the water level. The tower was welded by Anna and afterward covered by a rust-proof coating by Soraya, and finally, with the help of Hummingbird¡¯s magic, they eliminated most of the weight in order to install it on the previous erected cement base. Due to the height of the castle, the water tower in the castle backyard was even higher than Redwater River¡¯s river bank, with a height of 12 meters it was almost level with the castle¡¯s peak. In order to prevent the tower from collapsing, Roland surrounded the tower by a wall and in this way connected the tower with the castle. The steam engine was set up outside the backyard and used to supply the water tower with water by pumping up water from the well in the castle¡¯s back garden. Taking a closer look, it could be seen that it was already the third generation of the steam engine, with the biggest improvement being the great reduction of the working noise. At each connection point of the steam engine, a spacer was equipped ¨C the light blue spacer was drawn with Soraya¡¯s sky coloring, making it soft while also being very though, significantly reducing the machine¡¯s vibrational noise. The inside of the cylinder and the piston¡¯s edge were covered with a grass coloring, which lessened the leakage while at the same time also improved the operational efficiency. Components that were prone to tremors, such as the exhaust pipe, had been entirely replaced with coated hoses. In order to prevent that the steamer from getting scorched and drenched by sun and rain, as well as for further noise reduction, Roland built a small house around it, and had Soraya coat all of the inner walls with a honeycomb design, which was used like a porous sound-absorption material. The practical test showed that even during the night, the noise of the machine would be so faint that the people sleeping inside wouldn¡¯t be woken up. However, Roland¡¯s attempt to automatically feed the steam engine failed. He originally envisaged that the steam engine would be regulated by a fly ball which would control the valve in the wood box. As the steam pressure dropped, the fly ball was meant to open the valve, so that the firewood in the wood box would roll into the furnace, but that way the regulator would have to do a lot of work, otherwise with the weight of the fly ball alone it couldn¡¯t drive the valve. After a lot of deliberation, Roland finally decided to give up. At the beginning, the wood box would have to be filled to the maximum, and when it was used up it had to be filled again by a workforce anyway, in that case would be better to arrange for staff to just fill the water tank with water each day. The final step was to install the water system into the castle ¨C which included faucets, showers, pipes and the corresponding drainpipes. The castle wasn¡¯t like the brick houses of the newly constructed district, the holes, roofs and walls built out of stone caused the transformation of the castle to be very inconvenient. So this step had taken nearly a week, but in order to live a happy life, Roland personally directed Karl to change one room on the second and the third floor into a bathroom. For this, Soraya¡¯s new ability once again played a vital role, after the drainage pipes on the ground were paved with cement; she painted a thin layer of grass over the ground, not only making it waterproof, but in this way walking in the bathroom was like also as comfortable as walking on grassland. When she¡¯d done this, Roland directly permitted her to coat the whole room. Turning the ceiling into a blue sky and clouds, while on the surrounding walls far-off valley and grassy areas could be seen and the walls of the bathtub became crystal clear, just like a jewel. On the day at which the water system was working, the Prince called all of the witches to the bathroom to let them finally experience for themselves this wondrous achievement. The water tank in the backyard was filled with water, so when he turned on the faucet, the water rushed out of the pipe. ¡°From now on, there is no longer the need to get the water from the well,¡± Roland proudly proclaimed. ¡°It is not necessary to use the same bathwater for three days. You only have to stand under the shower and pull the lever.¡± ¡°Where does the water come from?¡± Lightning stuck out her tongue and tasted the water, ¡°It¡¯s sweet.¡± From below Lighting, Macy stretched out her head and followed her example, ¡°Very sweet goo!¡± Seeing a third one trying to taste the water, Roland stopped Nana, ¡°Those who want to drink water, can only do so after it has been boiled. The water from this can only be used for hand washing and bathing.¡± ¡°This is¡­ the siphon principle, right?¡± Anna looked to Roland, her lake like blue eyes flashed with intelligence. ¡°What is that?¡± Hummingbird asked as she raised her hand. Under Scroll¡¯s teaching, every witch in the class had gotten used to the habit of raising their hand whenever they had a question. ¡± ¡®Elementary Physics¡¯ says when the level in two containers is not equal, and if the two tanks are connected by a pipe, no matter what shape the pipe has, under the force of gravity the liquid will always level out.¡± Anna explained what she remembered, ¡°Our current position is lower than the water tower, so the water will continue to flow to here.¡± ¡°That¡¯s entirely correct,¡± Roland praised. Being able to link the learned knowledge with the reality, really was worthy of a talented person. ¡°What about this?¡± Nightingale asked, curiously pointing to the shower, ¡°Why does it have so many holes in the bottom?¡± Roland turned the valve open, letting thin water droplets spray out, ¡°It¡¯s for the purpose of making it easier for people to take a bath. Just by standing under the shower, an individual can easily clean their body.¡± ¡°So that was the reason you were rolling around in the castle this whole week, to make it more comfortable to take a bath?¡± Lily curled her lips and whispered, ¡°It¡¯s really worthy of the luxurious life of a Lord.¡± ¡°Lily!¡± Scroll scolded with a frown. ¡°Never mind,¡± Roland waved his hand, indicating that he did not mind her words, ¡°The pursuit of enjoyment is one of the biggest sources of human progress, and I am not an exception to that.¡± Chapter 194 Chapter 194 Lily Not long after the Prince returned to his office, Scroll, following after him, also entered the room. ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯m sorry, Lily, that child¡­ it was not on purpose.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t mind what she said,¡± he smiled, ¡°After all, she is still a little girl.¡± ¡°Only His Highness is so tolerant of us,¡± Scroll sighed. ¡°At first, she wasn¡¯t like this, but after she was deceived, it is hard for her to believe in ordinary people again.¡± ¡°Are you speaking about something that happened to her before she joined the Witch Cooperation Association?¡± Roland asked. ¡°If I remember it correctly, it was one year ago that she had joined you.¡± ¡°You already know that I can feel the existence of magic, the closer I come to the source the more intense the feeling will become. Though it is not like Nightingale¡¯s sense, that allows her to directly see the shape and color of the magic, I can atleast use it to detect new witches. So whenever we reached a new town, I will go to the local shelters or orphanages and pretend to be an aristocratic wife who wants to adopt a child, looking if I may be able to find an awakened sister,¡± she paused, ¡°I found Lili in a shelter in a remote village, but when I expressed my intention of wanting to adopt her, I was rejected by the owner of the shelter, who declared that he would only sell the girls after they have become adults.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Roland already had his doubt. The last chance for a girl to awaken as a witch is on her day of adulthood, is that the reason? ¡°We were also surprised at that time, so we had Nightingale sneak into the shelter and search for books, records, and related information. Fortunately, the shelter was far from town so we could stay there for a long time. ¡°With Nightingale¡¯s ability, why didn¡¯t you just take Lili away, with her ability it shouldn¡¯t have been too difficult, right?¡± ¡°It wouldn¡¯t have been difficult,¡± Scroll nodded in responce, ¡°With the exception of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation that the operator wore, there was no other stone within the whole shelter, but we still couldn¡¯t do that, after all, there was a precedent for that.¡± ¡°What precedent?¡± The Prince filled a cup of tea and handed it to Scroll. ¡°Thank you,¡± Scroll took the teacup. ¡°At first, as soon as we detected a witch, we would take her by force, but after what happened in the Seawind Region we had to change our way of thinking. They thought of us as evil, so when we brought them to the camp of our Witch Cooperation Association, they wouldn¡¯t listen to us or accept our explanation and would instead try to attack us. In the end, two of our sisters died, they were killed by Cara¡¯s magical snake, ¡®Death¡¯. And since then, we would always carefully observe the witch over a period of time, and determine her situation and get to know her beliefs before we would take action. In case we were chased by the Church and had to act urgently, we¡­ had no other choice than to give up on them.¡± ¡°So, the meeting between Nightingale and Wendy wasn¡¯t by accident?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Scroll took another sip of her tea, smiled and shook her head, ¡°The interval of becoming aware of Nightingales existence until Wendy made contact with her, more than one month¡¯s time had passed; during which we also recruited other sisters, such as Red Pepper and Windseeker¡­¡± Speaking until here her expression turned blank, ¡°Unfortunately, they are now buried in the wild lands. At that time, if we had only chosen to settle in Border Town, they could still be alive today.¡± Roland also felt quite sorry for them. If the Witch Cooperation Association had decided to settle down in Border Town and had brought their more than 40 witches with them, I think it is entirely possible that we would already have entered modern life by now. ¡°But right now we weren¡¯t speaking about them,¡± Scroll took a deep breath, ¡°we were talking about Lily. During the search of the shelter as well as following the host¡¯s tracks, we discovered an astonishing fact ¨C the small country house was neither a real shelter, nor was it an establishment to screen for witches.¡± ¡°Then what was its purpose?¡± ¡°Its only purpose was to satisfy the owner¡¯s selfish desire.¡± Even for a person with a good self-control like Scroll, when speaking these word her facial expression became somewhat dreary, ¡°Every week the owner would go to the slums of Redwater City, abducting those vagrant girls, and deceive them by saying that he was a kind and selfless aristocrat, who had opened up a shelter in the suburb. Furthermore, his shelter would often be visited by powerful nobles who were looking for girls to be adopted as daughters. As long as they were selected, they would no longer need to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their life. Of course, not everyone would be deceived by his sweet words, but¡­ after ten years of running, in addition to the 66 who still lived in the shelter, there were still several hundreds of names written in his books.¡± ¡°So many?¡± Roland frowned. ¡°But you said that it was not such a big shelter.¡± ¡°Hundreds of them now only remain as names in those books. Most of them were already¡­ dead,¡± she whispered. ¡°During the last ten years, he had discovered three witches, who were all sold to the Church. While the other girls ¨Cwho had better appearance¨C got dressed up nicely and then sold to people, who had a need of them. However, those for those who no one had any interest in were killed and buried in the woods behind the shelter. ¡°¡­¡± Hearing her story, the Prince didn¡¯t know how to respond. At that moment he suddenly felt from his back, someone gently place their hands on his shoulders. ¡°The chances that a girl awakens to become a witch is not high, so after reducing the living cost, within all the years, he hadn¡¯t earned more than 20 gold royals, based on the data we were able to gather from his accounting book. Because of those 20 gold royals, more than 300 women had lost their life in the woods, filling the pit in the woods with corpses. ¡°When Cara had interrogated him why he did this, he¡¯d said, that it had never been his intention to earn gold royals, that was only to keep the shelter running. Because of this, he only sold them when they became adults, after all, a witch could be sold at a much higher price than an ordinary woman. His only goal was to enjoy the power to decide about life and death and to feel the pleasure of forcefully taking it away; giving him the feeling as if he had become their King. ¡°Afterwards, Cara killed him in anger, and when we later wanted to dispel the girls from their belief, most of them only glared at us as if we had taken away their chance of being adopted by a noble.¡± At first the same was true for Lily, and only after Cara took her to the grove behind the building, where she then saw her friend was buried ¨C a month ago the owner had lied and said that she was one of those lucky girls who were selected by a noble and with that could leave the shelter. Soon after seeing the several corpses in the already stinking pit, Lily threw up and turned into a total mess, fainting and falling into Cara¡¯s arms. Later when she awoke her look had become stupefied, without any trace of spirit left in her eyes, she was only later under Wendy¡¯s care that she was slowly able to recover. Since then, Lily is full of vigilance and distrust to ordinary people, especially the aristocracy. ¡°Scroll explained, ¡°But I believe that she will be able to slowly change her point of view. After all, you are also a member of the nobility.¡± ¡°So, that¡¯s the reason,¡± in his heart Roland secretly sighed, after experiencing this kind of event, being able to once more cheer up, her spirit must be considerably tough. Scroll went over to the kettle and filled up their two cups. Afterward, the room was silent for a long time until she said: ¡°Your Highness, I have a question I want to ask you.¡° ¡°What question?¡± Seeing the serious expression on Scroll¡¯s face, Roland got started. ¡°Nightingale, are you there?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Nightingale said, ¡°Do you need me to leave?¡± ¡°No¡­ you already know about it anyway,¡± Scroll shook her head, ¡°so you can accompany me this time, and be my witness.¡± ¡°You previously said, that you are willing to take a witch as your wife and marry her, but I do not know if you know, that a witch is unable to conceive a child.¡± She paused, and after a moment she finally asked, ¡°Your Highness, even if it is like this, is there still no change to your original intention?¡± Chapter 195 Chapter 195 Answer Roland doubted if what he had heard was right, so after a while, he was only able to say, ¡°What?¡± Scroll bit her lip and repeated what she¡¯d said once more. This time he was convinced that this wasn¡¯t the result of a hearing problem, was that also the reason why the witches initially cared so much about the marriage? ¡°Are you certain that witches cannot have children? Does it come¡­ from that specified source, which lead to the known mistake? For example, the same as what lead to the Holy Mountain previously.¡± ¡°I would have hoped so too,¡± she sighed. ¡°Unfortunately, many cases have already confirmed this point. Whether it was between an ordinary man and a witch who got along well or forced intercourse, there has been no time that the Witch Cooperation Association had heard of where a witch has became pregnant.¡± ¡°Reproductive isolation¡±¡­ was the first word which emerged in Roland¡¯s mind. Can it be that the witches have really completely exceeded the ordinary, becoming a new kind of human species, which is unable to give birth to a descendant with our old humankind? Or, can it be because of the magic power gathered within their body, which results in this phenomenon? But now isn¡¯t the time to get to the heart of the problem, he thought, the important part is what this implies. Will this knowledge be a hindrance for myself if I want to marry a witch? The first person Roland thought of was Anna. Although he couldn¡¯t deny that he would regret it if he couldn¡¯t have children with Anna, his wish to raise a child with Anna was based on his affection for her, so not being able to have a child with her wouldn¡¯t reduce his affection. For a person with a modern soul, and for him, having blood relation with his descendants is of far less importance than it was to the people of the past. As a separate living individual, he does not regard his child as the continuation of his life ¨C the latter could neither inherit his thoughts nor inherit his memories. Instead, they were an entirely independent person. So, looking at it from an emotional point of view, he could accept that a witch cannot have a child. Then only the real obstacle would be ¨C the need for an heir. However, looking at the history this was still not a thorny matter, he just has to establish an empire that doesn¡¯t need an heir, and how to achieve this, there were options he could choose from, but which one he would pick he could slowly decide on later . Looking at the big picture, Roland surprisingly discovered, that this was good news for him. He and Nightingale had already spoken several nights and pondered on this question, how to build a social framework which allows witches and ordinary people to peacefully coexistence and progress together. Right now, even with the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, as long as they had enough time, witches and their offspring would always form a more powerful community ¨C even in the case where science and technology allowed an ordinary person to use magic. Even then, it couldn¡¯t make up for the witches increased intelligence, memory, comprehensive speed and their overall leading edge. But now he was told that witches are unable to give birth. This significantly avoided the problem of forming witch clans, closing the gap between witches and ordinary people, giving him the hope to one day see people and witches work together and advance hand in hand. Perhaps the time he had been lost in his thoughts was too long, no matter what, Nightingale couldn¡¯t bear it any longer and squeezed his arm. When Roland returned from within his thoughts, he reassuringly patted the back of her hand and cleared his throat and said. ¡°The way I have thought before is still the way I think now.¡± ¡°¡­¡± For a moment Scroll was frozen, ¡°What?¡± The hand on top of his arm also instantly grasped firmly. Seeing their reactions, Roland couldn¡¯t suppress his laughter, previous it was he who had thought that he had misheard them, and now it was them who thought so? He coughed twice and then reassuring said: ¡°I still think the same ¨C I¡¯m willing to marry a witch and take her as my wife.¡± ¡­ When Scroll left the room she wore a very strange expression; it looked as if she was perfectly contented and yet she was also carrying a somewhat sad look, leaving behind a confused Roland. Needing an explanation he turned around he asked, ¡°Is she okay?¡± The one he spoke to didn¡¯t answer, she only looked at him with a smile, which together with the outside sunshine shining upon her white face gave her a gentle, bright and beautiful appearance causing others¡¯ hearts¡¯ to beat faster. ¡°Alright,¡± Roland moved his line of sight away from her, ¡°It seems you are in a pretty good mood.¡± At this moment, the voice from outside the door traveled over, ¡°Your Highness, one of Longsong Stronghold¡¯s Knights has arrived, he claims to have crucial news for you.¡± ¡°Take him to the reception hall; I will meet him there.¡± When the Prince walked into the hall, the knight immediately stepped over and then went down on his knees, ¡°Lord Petrov has sent me to tell you, that an envoy sent by Timothy Wimbledon has arrived at Longsong Stronghold.¡± ¡°Envoy?¡± Roland mused. ¡°How many people have arrived?¡± ¡°Altogether there are about 50 people.¡± It seems that they are just a group which wants to persuade us to give up, he thought, simply a diplomatic strategie, nothing which should be painful or itching for me, ¡°When did they come?¡± ¡°Yesterday morning,¡± the Knight lowered his voice, ¡°Lord Petrov gave me the order to inform you as soon as possible.¡± Merely a day and a night, I¡¯m afraid he had hurried all through the night while holding up a torch, ¡°Thank you, I have put you to a lot of trouble, rest for a day before you return.¡± Roland looked to the guards and told them, ¡°First give him a gold royal as reward and then take him to the inn.¡± When the Knight had left the hall, Roland wanted to put the matter aside, after all, a team of just 50 people could never become a threat to Border Town. In case they wanted to negotiate, he would merely allow the single leader to enter. However, since Petrov treated this situation so carefully, it might be better to grasp the situation himself and to know the whereabouts of the envoy. Thinking until here, he called for Lightning and Maggie, giving them the order to fly together to the stronghold and examine the situation. A double-hour later, the two witches had completed their investigation and returned to the castle. ¡°There was nothing to see,¡± Lightning reported. ¡°We didn¡¯t see a group of 50 knights on the road. Actually, we didn¡¯t see even one lone knight. ¡°Haven¡¯t seen anyone, goo!¡± Maggie confirmed. It seems after they had reached a big city, traveling such a long distance, they were in need to first have some fun for themselves and to ease their tired body. ¡°Before the envoy arrive here,¡± Roland ordered, ¡°every day you two will fly along the way and check if you can discover anything.¡± He paused, ¡°Oh that¡¯s right, how far are you with the map?¡± ¡°Probably she has already put together several hundred pieces, they are enough to almost fill Soraya¡¯s whole room,¡± Lightning explained. ¡°By now she had moved the map to the backyard, do you want to take a look?¡± ¡°Alright,¡± Roland laughed. The castle¡¯s backyard had been turned into a botanical garden, ever since Sean had brought back the seeds from Port of Clearwater, Leaves had created even more fantastic oddities of every description. In order to save the land and place for flower beds, Leaves had put up a wooden frame in the sky, so that many plants grew and twisted around the frame like a grapevine, some of them even climbed half of the castle wall. This was the reason why the wall behind the castle hung full with grapes, apples, wheat and sugar cane, and whenever the witches had some free time, they would gather in the backyard and picked up some fruit and sugar cane from the wall to eat. Unfortunately, these crops could only grow with the help of Leaves¡¯ magic, and with this, could only be regarded as an unsuccessful test. The map which was a mosaic, pieced together by many parchments, was placed at the center of the yard, reaching a size of five to six square meters. ¡°Here we are,¡± Lightning announced, and then put an arm around Roland¡¯s waist, beginning to slowly float into the sky until they were hovering over the map. ¡°Do you see the palm-sized brown square? From high up in the air, Border Town looks exactly like that.¡± ¡°The blue pieces East and South¡­ are they the sea?¡± ¡°Yes, but you have to climb over the mountains to reach there.¡± Roland felt a cold shiver running through his heart, if we say that it was still normal if the wildlands were ten times more vast than the Kingdom of Graycastle, he still hadn¡¯t expected, that when he had the complete map in front of him, the Western Territory would actually seem so small. In front of them was the Impassable Mountain Range and behind them the sea, just like they were sandwiched between a natural barrier and the marginal zone. No¡­ not only the Western Territory, when he completed the undrawn parts of the map with his mind, in the case where he thought of the Impassable Mountain Range as a wall splitting of the mainland, then the Kingdom of Graycastle, no, the whole ¡°mainland¡± itself, would be nothing more than a small piece of land behind the wall. Chapter 196 Chapter 196 The Calamity of the Church Lehman and his knights rode their horses through the streets of Longsong Stronghold. Now, after the fighting had come to an end, the city¡¯s residents were all hiding in their houses and keeping their doors shut; not even half a shadow could be seen on the streets, making a cold and cheerless image. ¡°Sir Lehman, I hope that your hand is alright,¡± The ¡°Shield¡± Knight, Sir Levin asked. ¡°It¡¯s not a problem,¡± Lehman Hawes shrugged his shoulders, ¡°at least I can still move it,¡± however, that small movement was already enough to make him wrinkle his brows. Last night¡¯s seizure of the gate had went smoothly, only twenty guards had been stationed at the East Gate, they never expected that the enemy¡¯s attack would come from the inside. Even though they were able to sound the horn, the reinforcements had still needed a quarter of an hour to arrive, by then, the 15 mercenaries, enhanced with the pills, had already reached the top of the gate; killing one guard after another and thus allowing Lehman with this Knights to open the gate. Under the darkness of night, Lehman hadn¡¯t noticed the side door in the city wall from which two knights had suddenly appeared, the one armed with a hammer immediately throwing himself at Lehman. In order to lessen the swinging power of the hammer, he had to take the hammer¡¯s blow before it reached his waist, under such a hasty situation Lehman was merely able to use his arm to resist, and almost at the same time using his sword with his other hand to pierce into the guard¡¯s waist. Affected by the impact of the fatal blow, the incoming hammer lost a lot of its strength, but it was still strong enough to leave behind a noticeable dent on his arm¡¯s armor piece. At first, Lehman hadn¡¯t felt much pain, however, after they had conquered the gate, he noticed that he had problems with lifting his arm, when he unlocked the armor he discovered that his forearm had already swollen up like a rolling pin. ¡°I hope there¡¯s an analgesic herb in the church,¡± Levin said. ¡°They often prepare some strange things.¡± ¡°Like those pills for example.¡± Duane, another Knight who happens to be near, said. Soon, the knights reached the church¡¯s gate, and a team of around 100 militia could already be seen waiting for them, showing off a look full of desire. ¡°Hand out some pills to them,¡± Lehman dismounted from his horse. When he saw that everyone had taken the pills, he turned around, climbed the stairs and led his team to the main hall. ¡°Halt,¡± the two gatekeepers shouted, ¡°This is Holy Land, no one is allowed to bring their weapons inside!¡± Levin pulled out his weapon and placed it in both his hands to hand it over, ¡°We are aware of that, this should be given to you, right?¡± When the believer stretched out his hands, ready to receive the weapon, Levin suddenly and masterfully grasped the sword¡¯s hilt then slashed his sword upwards, sending the believer¡¯s two hands falling to the ground. ¡°Ah -¡± even before the believer¡¯s sorrowful cry could fully emerge from his throat, the Knight had already pierced the tip of his sword through it Even though Levin¡¯s nickname was Shield, his quick sword draw was truly unmatched. After the other believer¡¯s throat was cut open by Duane, Lehman kicked open the door and expressionless entered the hall. ¡°Who are you?¡± A middle-aged man wearing a blue-and-white ritual gown walked up to them not showing a trace of fear as he faced the bloody sword which was pointed at him, ¡°Daring to have the impertinence to break into the church! Children, grab them!¡± Lehman sneered, right now, most people were at home, so there were no more than 20-30 believers inside the church. Having to face his battle-hardened knights, their rebellion would only be a doomed cause. Not waiting for his order, with a devilish laugh Duane pulled his sword, cutting down one of the believers that was rushing over. Other people also quickly joined the battle, turning the church into a scene of chaos. Seeing the situation, the priest shouted, ¡°Children, take the holy medicine so that God will give you the power to defeat the mob!¡± His Majesty Timothy¡¯s guess was right, Lehman thought, they really did have pills stored in here! Merely to see how the believer¡¯s eyes suddenly turn red through and through, and on the believer¡¯s face blue veins were blossoming. With those drugs, an ordinary person could break through the human body¡¯s limit of strength and speed. Furthermore, the narrower the terrain, the more challenging it would be to deal with them. Unfortunately for them, they aren¡¯t the only ones who possess those things, he thought, now have a taste of your own medicine. ¡°Get out!¡± he yelled, ¡°make the militia fight against them!¡± Hearing his shout, the militia behind him couldn¡¯t wait to swallow those two colored pills and madly rush forward to fight against the believer. Seeing all this, the priest¡¯s face finally lost his color, ¡°Why do you also have the¡­!¡± ¡°Holy Medicine?¡± Holding his sword in his hand, Lehman bypassed the group of fighting people, closing in towards his counterpart. ¡°They were a present from your Church, and if we hadn¡¯t to face your obstacles, His Majesty Timothy would have already unified the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°His Majesty?¡± The priest¡¯s eyes became wide, ¡°you are Timo¨C ¡± With a grunting sound his voice stopped, the Knight¡¯s sword pierced the man¡¯s chest, penetrating his heart and lung. Soon after, the unequal fight ended and there were more than 20 believers slaughtered with their bodies spread all over the ground. The further the drug efficacy vanished, the heavier the soldiers began to breathe so when they were finally able to sit down, they were so satisfied that they didn¡¯t mind to sit in the blood which was endlessy flowing over the ground. Lehman¡¯s arm also became heavier; just his previous sword stroke was enough to make him experience a tearing pain. Sometimes, he also wanted to swallow that black pill, let himself ignore the physical fatigue and suffering, but whenever he saw the pill¡¯s ugly side effects, this idea would immediately vanish. Lehman had a profound understanding of the two pills that were sold by the church. For a healthy person, the pill would only be effective for three times. While the first time it was still effective for a quarter hour, the duration would decrease with every following dose, at the same time forming a heavy dependence on it. If you were unable to take the medicine for a long time, the body would gradually decline until finally, death. Taking advantage of this characteristic, he let every one of the soldiers eat a pill to unify the militia, in this way forcing them to obey his orders. The craving for the drug could turn even the weakest farmer into a bloodthirsty beast. Now, after the hundred people had taken the pill for the second time, they could only be used one more time. But¡­ even if the drug is taken after the third dosage, it will only slow the process, it still cannot reverse its damage. In other words, as soon as one takes the first pill, it is equivalent to setting their first foot into the coffin. Of course, this was something he would never explain to them. There is no doubt that the two-color secret medicine is a conspiracy of the Church, His Majesty Timothy is apparently aware of this, and because of this, he prohibited all of the Knights from taking it. However, it is also a weapon which can be used to unify the kingdom, or¡­ rather, must be used. Without it, His Majesty cannot overcome Garcia Wimbledon, who also has those pills with her. When His Majesty mentioned this matter to him for the first time, Lehman couldn¡¯t believe it. He just couldn¡¯t understand why the Church would support two members of the royal family who were competing against each other for the throne. But after a series of unforeseen events, he had to acknowledge His Majesty¡¯s judgment. And now, with the Church in the Western Territory also in possession of the pills, he no longer had any doubt ¨C the Church doesn¡¯t intend to help any of the Princes or Princess to the throne; no, they want the entire Kingdom of Graycastle for themselves. ¡°We found the pills in the basement, there are four large boxes, with thousands in all of them.¡± After thoroughly plundering the Church, Levin excitedly came back to report, ¡°There were also gold royals, jewelry, and many silk fabrics, all of which should be the donations given by believers.¡± ¡°What can be taken, take away and what can¡¯t be taken, burn,¡± Lehman instructed. ¡°In case someone asks, Roland Wimbledon was the one who did all of this. We¡¯re just helping the Church to suppress his rebellion.¡± Because we still have to rely on the Church to get the secret medicine, so, for now, we can¡¯t burn all of our bridges with them. It is better if we blame the Prince for it, since he can already be considered dead. In order to prevent the Church from becoming suspicion, His Majesty himself had stayed in the North, pretending to comply with their fake instruction. He¡¯d only secretly sent out a small number of Knights, who recruited a large number of militia to capture the Western Territory. Nowadays, all the forces of the Church are concentrated in the Wolfsheart Kingdom, so we have to unite the Kingdom of Graycastle as soon as possible, only then will we have the strength to resist an attack of the Church. His Majesty Timothy believes that it is only a matter of time before the Church attacks the Kingdom of Graycastle. So until then, we have to store and collect as many pills as possible. At the same time, he has also ordered King¡¯s City Alchemy Association to research its ingredients, so that they could become able to imitate it. Now that we have the pills in our hand, there is only one task left ¨C completely eliminating Roland Wimbledon. Chapter 197 Chapter 197 Preparing for the Enemy On the next morning, Roland was informed that Lightning, on one of her routine patrols, had discovered that there was a large force slowly closing in on them. . ¡°What, they have more than 1000 people?¡± Hearing such a large number startled Roland, wasn¡¯t I told that it was only a 50-people strong envoy? ¡°En, goo,¡± Maggie added, ¡°there aren¡¯t many people that are riding on horses, only six!¡± ¡°The people who are walking¡­ how are they dressed and equipped?¡± ¡°They seem ordinary, most of them don¡¯t possess a helmet or armor. They¡¯re wearing normal linen clothes instead,¡± Lightning reported, ¡°Furthermore, they all have different kinds of weapons, but there are hundreds of people who are carrying short spears on their back.¡± With such a poor level of equipment, does that mean they are civilians or serfs who were forced into serving? Roland questioned this, during this era they had no specialized militia training, this was also the reason why the militia usually only belonged to the logistic team and handled the food and supplies of the Knights. While they were also sometimes used as cannon fodder, as a target for the enemy¡¯s arrows. If Timothy wants to use military force to dispose of me, it should be impossible that he doesn¡¯t know about the explosive fight between Border Town and Longsong Stronghold. That time, Duke Ryan¡¯s coalition of more than two hundred Knights could not even touch the town¡¯s edge, not to mention that crowd of mercenaries who would have to run on both of their legs. Knowing about the fight¡¯s process and eventual result, yet still wanting to attack Border Town, this can only mean that they have confidence that they can break through the intensive row of gunfire. Roland could not help but think of the church¡¯s pills. Previous he had already guessed that the Church was supporting Garcia and himself at the same time, but whether they also favored Timothy was still unknown. If that troop was in possession of those pills, the situation would be entirely different. For a short time they would be able to reach the speed of a running horse, while also not being afraid of pain, meaning, the gun line would actually face an impact of more than 1000 ¡°Knights¡±, and as long as one person managed to rush into the lines, they could cause significant casualties to the First Army. Fortunately, the First Army now was no longer the First Army of two months ago. With the revolving rifle, although until now only 100 had been replaced, the firepower they could deliver went far beyond that of the previous flintlock army, especially after he¡¯d provided the gunners with a special ammunition loader. As soon as they enter into a scope of 300 meters, the enemy would have to face a constant stream of attacks. Furthermore, after the fight with the stronghold, the artillery force has also been expanded. From its original size of four to its current size 20 groups, each was equipped with a modified version of the 12-pounder field cannon, doubling its range, its effective range was increased to over a kilometer. However, Roland soon thought of another problem. ¡°Have you noticed if anyone of those soldiers that were walking was wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation? ¡°I didn¡¯t dare to get so close,¡± Lightning said, then pointed at Maggy. ¡°But this fellow, after she had turned into her eagle form she could see them many times better than I could.¡± But the latter also shook her head, ¡°Haven¡¯t seen, they might have hidden it in their clothes, Goo!¡± ¡°If it¡¯s like this¡­¡± for a moment Roland pondered about it, ¡°How about you take Nightingale with you. If you only carry one person while flying, you can still reach a height of ten meters, right? You will follow the Redwater River, Maggie will fly in front of you and take responsible of being on guard, as for the possibility of coming across a ship, Nightingale will step into her world of fog,¡± he said, then he looked at Nightingale. ¡°When you are close enough to the enemy, you will observe them from distance. Find out if the troops are carrying God¡¯s Stone of Retaliations, however, without my permission, you will not attack.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Nightingale and Lightning said simultaneously. When the three were ready to go, Roland stopped them one more time, ¡°Remember, safety first, the most important thing is that you protect yourself.¡± ¡°No problem,¡± Nightingale said with a wink and smile. When the witches had left, Roland felt a little uneasy, wasn¡¯t the last sentence too much like raising a flag? But he also became aware of a major mistake he had made, which was, that his intelligence control within the Longsong Stronghold was too weak ¨C if it weren¡¯t for the messenger sent by Petrov, he would only become aware of the enemy after it had already hit his door. Once a street fight broke out, the First Army would lose its advantage of firepower, and it would be difficult to get the advantage back. I¡¯m too young, too simple, Roland thought, after the war, this has to be changed, not only our intelligence system, Petrov should also be placed in my own staff. In the following time, Roland sat restlessly at his table, even when it was time for lunch he wasn¡¯t in the mood to eat. Only when Lighting, carrying Nightingale, flew in a fairy like manner into his room was he able to breath out in relieve. Maggie closed her wings, dropped on Nightingales shoulders and chirped in a high voice: ¡°Doesn¡¯t exist goo, doesn¡¯t exist goo!¡± ¡°They have no God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation?¡± ¡°Most of them don¡¯t possess them,¡± Nightingale said, taking off her hood, freeing her golden flood. ¡°I have observed them from the front to the end, and I could only detect three to four black holes from the ranks of the militia.¡± ¡°Very well,¡± Roland said, immediately forming a preliminary battle plan. ¡°You all should be hungry by now. In that case, go to the dining hall and order whatever you want to eat from the chef. ¡°Honey-sauce barbecue, Goo!¡± Maggie chirped, spread her wing and flew ahead. * East of Border Town. Van¡¯er glanced at the stone masons and workers who were busying themselves at both sides of the road, ¡°In the end, what is it that they are building?¡± In the beginning hundreds of people had dug out several huge pits in the ground, and they then built a brick wall at the edge of the pits, he thought that the walls would be connected, cutting off the road this way, so he never expected that they would actually be built around the pit. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it; I only know that there is finally another enemy we can beat,¡± Jop said excitedly while setting up the cannon on the right spot. Indeed, how satisfying that would be. Last time when we had defeated the Duke¡¯s coalition, His Royal Highness had personally awarded us members of the artillery group with a bronze emblem¡­ No, that¡¯s wrong; it was a medal. The Longsong Stronghold¡¯s wall was depicted on the front of the medal, while the back was engraved with the year and their accomplishment. It was an exquisite production and had led to a lot of envy from the others within the firearm squadron. And as if that wasn¡¯t already enough honor, they had also been promoted, Van¡¯er was now an artillery captain, and was in charge of ten artillery groups. The Rodney brothers, Cat Claws and Jop, were promoted to team captains, with three of them transferred to newly formed groups, where they were in charge to teaching the newly enlisted gunners how to operate the cannon. However, the most inspiring was, that the Prince, His Highness has honored his promise, and had assigned a piece of land, which laid east of the town, at the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range, to him. Even though it was only a forest for now, but on the ground there now stood a stele, symbolizing that this piece and the rights to it¡¯s use belonged to him. So when they had learned that an enemy wanted to invade Border Town, the First Army suddenly began to boil, everyone was fully motivated, and hoped to gain some merits within the battle. When the evening came, and the day¡¯s drill finally came to its end, Van¡¯er wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down on the shelves to take a little rest. During the whole afternoon he had gone from one artillery group to another, checking whether the new recruits were following the rules and execution steps when firing, he had yelled so much that his throat was nearly on fire. ¡°Drink something,¡± Jop handed him a leather flask. ¡°Thank you,¡± Van¡¯er twisted open the lid, drinking thirstily. ¡°I think I know what they¡¯re going to build,¡± said the former, raising his lips, proudly. ¡°Is that so?¡± He gave the leather bag back to Jop. By now the brick wall has been piled up to half a person¡¯s height, roughly surrounding the pit in a hexagon. However, on each side of the wall, 30 ¨C 40 centimeters over the ground, they had left open a long and narrow cross, which slightly resembled a window but appeared to be a bit smaller. ¡°It won¡¯t be a house.¡± ¡°Calling it a house, wouldn¡¯t be wrong, I just went and asked a mason,¡± Job nodded, ¡°he told me that this was something His Royal Highness, the Prince had come up with, when the firearm team hides themselves within they can fire while being half buried in the ground, not having to worry about anything. But they also have a unique name; His Royal Highness called it a bunker.¡± Chapter 198 Chapter 198 The sudden opening Three days passed quickly, and the construction of the defense line had finally ended. Roland stood on a stage far behind the front line, the same way he had done when they repelled the demonic beast during the Months of Demons. Today, he once again went to the battlefield in person in order to inspire all of the officers and soldiers of the First Army. Due to having a special task, Nightingale had already snuck onto the battlefield, and took Echo along with her. Because of this, it was Anna who stood at his side this time and took over Nightingale¡¯s protection duty. Roland himself wore a coated armor together with two revolvers fastened at his waist. However, as long as the defensive line didn¡¯t totally fall apart, allowing a rushing enemy to pass through like a fish that was escaping the net, it would be awfully difficult for the enemy to pose a threat to him. ¡°Currently the enemy is about ten kilometers away from here, Goo!¡± a giant pigeon informed him as it descended from the sky and landed on his shoulder. ¡°Well done, keep watching,¡± Roland took a piece of beef jerky from his pocket and passed it to Maggie¡¯s mouth. Within two or three pecks she had swallowed down the whole jerky, then once more opened her wings and rose into the sky, flying eastwards. With Lightning and Maggie taking turns investigating, Roland had a clear picture of the enemy¡¯s movements this whole time, allowing him to set the battlefield comfortably to his liking. When dealing with crazy drugged warriors, confronting them in a line formation wasn¡¯t safe. He was especially taking extra care after Lightning¡¯s report that several hundreds of them were wearing short spears. If he wasn¡¯t wrong, then it was likely that the spears would be used as pre-emptive weapons. General the range of throwing weapons shouldn¡¯t be longer than 50 meters, however, this was only the case for ordinary people. But, how far they could throw them after taking the pills, Roland wasn¡¯t sure of either. If they could reach further than 100 meters, they would become a threat to the firearm team. Because of that, he had chosen to put down a number of bunkers, and implementing urban tactics. By constructing a barricade, letting the guns stopping them from coming closer, and an artillery barrage as support, he had built an insurmountable line of defense. Under the current situation of having a sufficient amount of cement, it was easier to quickly construct some bunkers than construct the city wall. Furthermore, the bunkers were only a building with a monolayer of bricks, making it somewhat fragile, but for the militia who weren¡¯t using heavy siege equipment, that should still be an unbreakable fortification. Ten bunkers forming a rhombus were built on each side of the road, forming a crossfire zone. Each bunker was stationed with twenty-four soldiers, half of whom were veterans with the other half being recruits. The experienced veterans were responsible for shooting; while the recruits were responsible for loading ammunition. Lastly, Soraya had also drawn an ¡°optical camouflage¡± for the bunker. So that as long as someone was looking from a distance, the bunker would become interspersed into the surrounding environment, making it difficult to distinguish the difference between the two. Behind the frontline there stood the artillery unit. The twenty cannons were lined up and would follow the same firing sequence as last time, adjusting the firing angle and filling the corresponding ammunition according to Lightning¡¯s signals. At the side of artillery positions there also stood an emergency force, with about 100 people, equipped with flintlock guns, whose only task was to protect the artillery unit and the Prince, His Royal Highness who was standing behind them. Watching the line of defense and seeing the soldiers with their high morale and their spirits trembling with excitement, within his heart, Roland was deeply moved. The army, at first extremely weak and fragile, built out of people who only enrolled into the military with the purpose of having an egg to eat; after going through the baptism of the Months of Demons and the defense battle, now stood side by side, proudly wearing on their shoulders the responsibility of defending their home. ¡°Your Highness, right now the enemy is only two kilometers away from us,¡± Lightning, reported as she returned. ¡°Very well, the surveillance task will be fully handed over to Maggie; you instead will have to go into the woods and issue the signals for the artillery.¡± Roland nodded, then turned to the Chief Knight and said, ¡°Pass my order, all members of the First Army should enter their alert position and prepare to welcome the enemy!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Carter saluted. * Lehman felt it as his hand became harder and harder to move. Two days ago he had constantly felt a burning pain, but by now he had almost lost all feelings in his arm. He could no longer put his armor over his swollen greenish blue arm. At the place where the iron hammer had hit his arm, it had left behind a blackish red mark, at first glance it looked like a somewhat transparent yet shiny layer was laid over his skin. . The bone must be broken, he thought, if I don¡¯t treat it soon, this arm won¡¯t be preserved. The analgesic drugs we found in the church can alleviate the pain, but they cannot regenerate a broken bone. He decided to wait until the end of the battle before he would immediately return to King¡¯s City, where he would go find the best pharmacists and alchemists in the whole Kingdom of Graycastle. They ought to be able to cure this damned internal injury I have. ¡°Sir Lehman, your hand¡­ is it really alright?¡± Levin asked concerned. ¡°It just looks a bit scary,¡± he pretended to be indifferent. ¡°Let¡¯s put it off until after we¡¯ve attacked Border Town, for now, the town still isn¡¯t in our hands, so we should keep our concentration focused on that task.¡± ¡°I hope the pain in your arm didn¡¯t make you head muzzy, Sir,¡± Duane sneered. ¡°How do you want to attack the town?¡± The tone the other Knight spoke with made Lehman frown, but now wasn¡¯t the time to care about such a small matter. ¡°According to the news we were able to gather from the nobles of the Wolf and Elk Family, they mainly relied on a long-range offensive weapon to curb the Knights. This kind of weapon could attack the Knights before their charge reached them. Furthermore, when used they are accompanied by a flame and a loud noise. All in all they are similar to a huge ballista, which can throw objects at a much faster speed than a crossbow arrow.¡± ¡°In other words, despite its power, it cannot continuously fire, right?¡± Levin quickly seized the key point. ¡°Yes, the faster we are able to reach their defense, the fewer attacks we will have to face,¡± Lehman nodded, ¡°in addition, the number of people is also crucial. As far as I know, Duke Ryan and his coalition of nobles all together only had 200 Knights, and in the end, they only missed the chance to break through by a final step. However, we possess more than 1500 people, who, after taking the pills aren¡¯t any slower than a running horse, so our result will be entirely differently than the last attempt.¡± ¡°Or all that will never happen,¡± Duane thought otherwise, ¡°Perhaps Roland Wimbledon is still sitting in his castle, waiting for the arrival of the envoy. So, as long as we relaxedly enter the castle, we can just go and chop off his head.¡± ¡°No, by now he definitely has noticed us,¡± Lehman categorically denied this option, ¡°Didn¡¯t you discover that within the last three days we hadn¡¯t come across any caravan? That the merchants in Longsong Stronghold, after seeing our large unit chose to either stay or return to the stronghold isn¡¯t strange, but that we hadn¡¯t seen any caravan coming from Border Town is unusual. The only explanation for this is that the Prince must have sealed Border Town off.¡± ¡°Do you finally understand why his Majesty chose Sir Lehman to be captain instead of you?¡± Levin asked mockingly. ¡°Well, it looks like you have no problem with your head,¡± Duane just shrugged his shoulders. ¡°This way it¡¯s quite good. Compared with merely killing the Prince by myself, it will be more interesting to kill all of those outcasts who dare to rebel against His Majesty Timothy.¡± ¡°Sir Lehman, we have discovered soldiers and horses in front of Border Town,¡± the investigating Cavalier reported. ¡°Alright, let¡¯s go and have a look,¡± Lehman pushed his horse forward. At this point the castle¡¯s outline had become faintly visible and at the end of the road he could see some shadows busy walking. Pulling out his observation mirror, he carefully observed the arrangement of the enemy¡¯s defensive line, ¡°Those things with the wheels, according to our intelligence they should be the long-range attack weapons, but their number seem to be much greater than was reported.¡± ¡°Should we have everyone rush madly at them?¡± Levin asked. ¡°This road is a bit narrow, I am afraid that it can¡¯t accommodate the whole militia,¡± he looked at the woods to the right of him, ¡°We should branch off some people and let them circle around, even though they will be slower, but that won¡¯t matter. As long as we are able to start a flank attack, their defensive line won¡¯t be able to last for long.¡± The moment Lehman was preparing to give his commands to adjust his army, he suddenly caught a touch of white from the corner of his eyes. Being startled, he stared blankly, is this¡­ a hallucination caused by my broken arm? Impossible, it actually is a woman. The woman was wearing a hood, her whole body was covered with a white robe, and even faster than he was able to open his mouth to shout, a flame suddenly appeared from her hands. Lehman only felt how his head suddenly got hit by a force similar to the hammer, before the world began to spin and he fell into darkness. Chapter 199 Chapter 199 Chaos of War ¡°Everyone charge!¡± Almost at the same time, Lehman¡¯s voice sounded out loudly. Levin stared disbelievingly at Lehman Hawes who had suddenly fallen from his horse. The back of his head was completely blown away, revealing a red and white sticky paste from within. His helmet laid broken to the side, blooming with a big hole at its top, showing that it had not had any protective effect. ¡°Charge, everyone, to me!¡± Then Levin¡¯s voice also rang out. No, they both hadn¡¯t spoken! Levin covered his mouth, looking behind him, he saw the militia wasn¡¯t waiting, they immediately swallowed the pills and began to rush, just like a flood of people coming towards him. It¡¯s a witch. He realized that a witch had imitated his voice. ¡°Do not charge, cease!¡± He shouted out as loudly as he could. However, within the excited crowd his voice didn¡¯t spread very far, the few people who had heard his cry stopped, but even more continued charging forward. ¡°Hurry, quickly attack, try to break through the center of the enemy¡¯s defense line, everyone who reaches the town is allowed to plunder!¡± It wasn¡¯t just his voice, Duane¡¯s and the voices of the other Knight¡¯s also sounded out, one after another, as if all of this was by prior arrangement. Moreover, the witch¡¯s voice overshadowed all the other noises, as if it was being directly created next to his ear. Within the militia, there were also many voices bursting out, as if in line with their commands, the crowd began to shout out ¡°looting¡± slogans. Levin didn¡¯t know who had started it, but soon the slogans rang throughout all of the ranks. The situation had completely gone beyond his control, Levin didn¡¯t try to shout any more commands, they would just be drowned in the excited roars of the crowd anyway. Instead, he had to fully concentrate on controlling his horse, in order to avoid getting himself pulled away by the mighty current. And as if they have lost all reason, the militia rushed towards the center of the road. No, that wasn¡¯t right. From the very beginning they had already lost all reason, especially in the case of someone else guiding them. After they took the drugs they became totally euphoric, and with the thought of killing and looting they got even further stimulated. In the beginning, the first people had still tried to avoid stepping on the fallen Lehman, but the people after didn¡¯t care any longer, and directly stepped onto the corpse. Levin wanted to meet up with Duane and the other Knights, only to discover that they had been scattered all over the place by the flood of people. Under these compelling circumstances, he would first have to go along with the stream of people, and gradually try to lead his horse to the woods at the side. In case he decided to turn his horse directly, it was only a matter of time before he would be knocked down by the strength enforced militia, and if he then wanted to get up again, it would be nearly impossible. From within the ranks, Levin was looking all over the place, trying to find the witch responsible for causing the chaos, wanting to chop her in 1000 pieces. In his view, this definitely had to be the doing of a witch! The 1500 people who had eaten the pill are rushing into the direction of the Prince¡¯s defense line, for the Prince this wave has to be a deadly attack. Even if the other side had now more of the new weapons, it still won¡¯t be enough to go against so many people at once, for that guy, the result of this won¡¯t be much better. A situation where both sides have to suffer a loss, is obviously something the witches will be jubilant about, this was also the reason why they had infiltrated our ranks and caused so much trouble, luring our army to advance forward of their own initiative. ¡°The witch who killed Lehman and the witch who created the chaos can¡¯t be the same person,¡± Levin let his gaze wander over the few people who still stood at his side, they had previously stood at the front and had witnessed the fall of Lehman, furthermore, later they had also heard him calling for a stop. But they couldn¡¯t be compared with the huge army of before, even if they gathered, they still couldn¡¯t reach 30 people, ¡°One of the witches has the ability to hide her body and the other one can manipulate her voice. After all, a witch cannot have two abilities, go and find the latter, I want to tear out her throat!¡± ¡­ Through the shooting window, Brian could see how the enemy steadily came closer. From the bunkers at the forefront even the first gunfire could be heard. His defensive position was at the middle of the diamond. Because of this, he had to wait until the enemy passed the purple marks at the side of the road. Having to wait so long before he can fire made him very anxious. To do something else, he went to the window on the other side, there Brian could look at the defense line further behind. From the artillery positions white smoke was unceasingly rising up, and with it, a thunder-like roar rolled over the battlefield. They are once again the first to become busy, with their 12-pounder they can almost cover the entire battlefield. As long as he listened carefully, he could even hear the screams of the shells as they flew through the air. ¡°Oh my God, they are running so fast!¡± ¡°Look at that fellow, his hand was torn off by a shell, yet he is still running forward.¡± ¡°What His Highness said was true, can they still be called human? They are simply the same as demonic beasts.¡± Because the First Army was already informed during the pre-battle mobilization, of the enemy having taken the Church¡¯s berserker pills, they didn¡¯t become scared when they saw the enemy¡¯s continued attack even under a hail of bullets; instead they were full of fighting spirit, after all, they were the First Army, who got forged under the flames of demonic beasts. ¡°Captain, they are coming!¡± Someone warned. Hearing the call, Brian quickly returned to his position, took a revolver rifle next to the window and began loading it. Compared to the old weapons, His Highness¡¯ new version had a simple improvement. Now, within a breath he could already fire off five rounds of bullets, then he could just throw the cartridge towards the recruit standing behind him, take the five extra rounds and fire them off, while the recruit would have reloaded his previous cartridge. However, during the training, His Highness had stressed that only when the enemy had stepped into the range of 100 to 50 meters, were they allowed to use this kind of shooting. While for long-range shooting they had to aim to be as accurate as possible, because the manufacturing the bullets of revolver rifles was very troublesome, everyone¡¯s amount of rounds were limited. Brian deeply believed that the shells which contained the gunpowder ¨Cwith their slender front and thick back, and their, and their almost always similar form¨C absolutely couldn¡¯t have been created by a blacksmith. He knew that such a fine and delicate work had to have come from the hands of a witch. Usually, after the shooting exercise, they would collect all their cartridge cases and hand them over to Iron Axe. Shooting practice was generally followed with a reloading exercise, during which they would sit as a group in the center of the camp. To assemble the used cartridges into a new bullet, they had to follow strict operating guidelines. First, they had to push the primer to the bottom, followed by filling it up with gunpowder, then finally inserting the projectile. Due to the exercises, he was reluctant to consume his ammunition carelessly, in case the target was too hard to hit. The moment the enemy crossed the purple marker, Brian took a deep breath, then finally shouted, ¡°Fire at will!¡± The soldier that have been waiting for this order for a very long time, enthusiastically aimed at an easy target and start pulling the trigger. Suddenly, the bunker became flooded with the sound of the gunfire. The first enemy to cross the line was hit by bullets from both sides, which caused blood to splash from his waist, after staggering two steps forward, he fell to the ground. It was obviously that they could suffer through more pain than ordinary people, but in the face of heavy-caliber bullets, this still didn¡¯t matter. Brian noticed that several people had jumped on the top of the frontmost bunkers, wanting to sneak attack the soldiers who were inside from the back, but they were blocked out by a thick iron gate. Not hesitating, he pulled the trigger, killing off the madmen who were exposing their bodies to him one after the other. The reason why the bunkers were arranged in a diamond formation, was so that that they could help with defending one another, enemies who wanted to bypass the first row and attack from behind would be shot to death by the rearmost bunkers. ¡°Be careful, they¡¯ve thrown out their spears!¡± Someone suddenly shouted. Brian noticed how a dense shadow rose up from the center of the enemy¡¯s army, after passing its apex, they began to fall upon the bunkers that were on both sides of the road. At such a distance, they have to cover two or three hundred meters! He subconsciously lowered his head into the pit, only to hear the sound of a series of cracking sounds from the top. After this wave of attacks had come to its end, he stood up straight and discovered that not one of those spears had been able to penetrate the bunker. Looking at the bunker in front, he saw that their situation was similar; only a few spears had been able to insert themselves into the wall, like some lonely feathers. ¡°Even if it¡¯s looks very scary, it is still useless,¡± everyone began to roaring with laughter. At this moment, Brain saw one enemy who disregarded all dangers, and threw up several splashes of earth in his forward charge towards their bunker. Then the enemy bent over and threw his spear in a flat curve, and at the very moment the spear left his arm, he was nailed down by an intense hail of bullets. ¡°Down!¡± Even before his warning shout could entirely leave his throat, the thrown spear already passed through the shooting window, and pierced the chest of a shooter, the latter issued a stuffy groan and then fell face up, towards the ground. Chapter 200 Chapter 200 Hunters and Prey ¡°Freckle!¡± Someone shouted, ¡°He¡¯s injured!¡± ¡°Do not move him!¡± Brian roared, ¡°I¡¯ll go and take a look at his injury, you continue shooting.¡± He put his rifle in the hands of the recruit at his side, the one who was responsible for loading, and lowered his waist to approach the injured soldier. The wounded, who still hadn¡¯t lost his consciousness, asked in a trembling voice, ¡°Captain, I¡­ am I going to die?¡± The short spear had pierced him at the lower pit of the stomach, it was unclear if it had gone through, however, seeing that his breath still seemed to be flowing freely, the spear must not have punctured his lung. During culture class, His Royal Highness had briefly described the various organs of the human body and which measures were to be taken in the case of an injury. The best solution Brian could think of at the moment, was to remain here and wait until the end of the fight, then allow for Miss Nana to come over and treat him. ¡°Does it hurt?¡± Brian asked. Freckles nodded with difficulty. ¡°Since you can still feel pain it means you won¡¯t die,¡± to reassure the Knight, he put his hand on Freckle¡¯s forehead. ¡°You should know about Miss Nana ¡®s ability, right?¡± ¡°Uhhn,¡± With difficulty, Freckles was able to show a smile. ¡°During times of peace, everyone¡­ wants to go see her, putting it that way, I¡­ I, I can finally see her, now.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! Therefore you have to persevere.¡± When Brian returned to his shooting window, the recruit turned towards him and asked concerned. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you pull the spear out?¡± ¡°By pulling it out it is likely that instead of helping, it could cause massive bleeding, later in class you will also learn about this, and then everything will become clear,¡± he paused. ¡°The best we can now do for him, is to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible.¡± ¡­ Standing on his heightened stage, Roland could clearly see the enemy rushing like a tide towards the town. The moment they crossed the first row of bunkers, their speed slowed down a lot, by the time they reached the third row of bunkers, the enemy¡¯s flanks were fully exposed to riflemen¡¯s crossfire. Echo¡¯s task was quite obvious, even though the enemy¡¯s force was stretched into a long line, most of them still acted in accordance with her unceasingly issued ¡°concentrated charge¡± command, rushing along the road. Every moment there were a lot of their people falling, and they couldn¡¯t do anything about it. Having to face up against a fortification they couldn¡¯t destroy with their spears and swords, Timothy¡¯s militia force could do nothing except endure the casualties they faced and continue pushing forward. After they passed the third row of bunkers, they crossed the 300 meters mark, which meant that now the cannons would now be loaded with canister shells. Among the gunner¡¯s, stepping into this area was also known as entering into the death zone. In the sky, Lightning had replaced her flag with one in bright red. The angle of the 20 cannons were lying flat, their front spit out flames and thick smoke. Roland had roughly estimated, that the most skilled artillery group would be able to release one shrapnel shot every twenty seconds, while the slowest would needed around 30 seconds. At first glance, it seemed that they came close to the rate of fire of the best artillery groups during the American Civil War, but the latter¡¯s three shots per minute were performed with solid shells, for which they had to clean the cannon repeatedly and aim it at the target once more. However, canister shells could be fired without aiming, and the cannon also didn¡¯t need to be wiped, so it was only natural that the rate of fire would be fast. For the enemy, such a rate of fire was terrible news. Furthermore, the canister shells¡¯ kill and injure-rate without even aiming was especially astonishing, almost every iron bullet would penetrate two to three people. Although after taking the pill they could withstand a great deal of pain, the pills couldn¡¯t also suppress fear. When seeing how the people around them were slaughtered one after another, even if they were totally excited and thirsted after massacre, they were unable to suppress their body¡¯s instinctual fear of death. Even more, they originally hadn¡¯t been a iron-willed force, without their pills, these people were just a group of untrained, civilians lacking in true practical combat experience. When half of their force laid out on the road, the enemy began to flee. Like a plague the fear quickly spread, what began with one person was soon followed by a second then a third, until the forefront eventually completely stopped with its assault, and instead wholly started to turn around and flee. Once again the artillery regiment changed their ammunition to solid bullets, aiming at the center of the road, while the whole time the bunkers had never ceased in their shooting. Creating a pile of corpses laid on top of the road. ¡­ As Levin¡¯s raging heart gradually cooled down, a feeling of fear began to grow within him. In the beginning, more than 20 people had set out and discovered the witch wearing strange clothes, who created the chaos, hiding within the forest, almost perfectly integrating with the surrounding scenery. If she hadn¡¯t moved forward along with the main force, always guiding the people to cram themselves together at the middle of the road, it would have been almost impossible for them to detect her. Even after they had discovered her, she still caused considerable trouble to Levin. He found out that she didn¡¯t need her mouth to imitate the voices and even more the sound drifted around without an anchored source. Sometimes, it was coming from the left, other times it would come from the right, and at times even came from behind him. The content was also varied, such as imitating his accent and giving orders or sending out a distressed call for help from a fellow militiamen. But when they wanted to close in and seize her, the woman dressed in white appeared again. Seeing her, Levin recalled the shocking scene of her killing Lehman Hawes. In her hand she was grasping a silver-white ¡°light crossbow¡±, and the moment she sent out a spark, with a loud bang, another person would fall. The surrounding encirclement was instantaneously torn into shreds, all of them suddenly turning into frightened birds. My armor doesn¡¯t offer any protection, and using a shield also doesn¡¯t work, the iron shield tied to Levin¡¯s arm had been broken in half, seeing the hole in the metal told him how powerful that weapon really was. I¡¯m afraid the only weapon that can match up with this power is a heavy crossbow. If he hadn¡¯t subconsciously lowered his head, he would have already become a corpse by now. But a heavy crossbow can¡¯t be fired off in succession! With her hiding ability and her unrivaled weapon, Levin realized that they stood no chance of winning. The moment he became aware of this it felt as if he had met with a cold wind, his burning rage was quickly extinguished. ¡°Take the pills and kill her the moment she appears!¡± Even though his mouth called to attack, Levin himself retreated, planning on running into the woods the moment she put her focus on the militia. No, it should be even safer to stay within the large group, she will never dare attack me when I¡¯m inside the crowd! Furthermore, this forest seemed to have grown very strange, the thick weeds almost reaching to my knees, covering the vines below, as if they want to tripp me. When he finally was able to stumble out of the woods, Levin looked toward the front, wanting to hide within the large group, yet the scene in front of him left him stunned. The drug efficacy shouldn¡¯t have come to its end, so why are they¡­ retreating? No that¡¯s not right, it should be said that they are running away. Those who move too slow or haven¡¯t responded have been mercilessly pushed to the ground and later trampled on. Previous during the charge they ran as fast as horses, but now with the escape it was the same, during their raging flight they were throwing dust into the sky. Seeing such a situation, he did not dare to come close to in the attempt to stop them. In the end, what happened? Levin was unable to process the situation, in such a short time, how was it possible to entirely defeat the 1500 people? Even more, since all of them had taken those pills! Are the Prince¡¯s men actually monsters? At this moment, from behind him, the sound of someone stepping on weeds could be heard. Gritting his teeth, Levin suddenly drew his sword and stabbed with it behind himself. At this critical moment of life and death, his quick drawing technique was faster than ever before, like a flash of lightning. Nevertheless, he was still greeted by a dazzling flame. His blade was hit by something, sending sparks flying, and stabbing into his hand, instantly erasing the feelings from his fingertips. When he moved his line of sight towards his arm, Levin saw that half of his arm was missing, exposing red and white muscles and bones, like a flower in full bloom. The woman in white looked at him with a blank expression. Unable to confront her, he couldn¡¯t help but back up several steps, tripping over a weed. The moment he laid still, the witch placed her foot on his shoulder and pressed her cold weapon against his forehead. From his perspective on the ground, Levin could see the face hidden under the hood. So¡­ beautiful. Was his final thought as the gunshot rang out. Chapter 201 Chapter 201 Back to the Stronghold Keeping the power of the pills in mind, Roland didn¡¯t immediately order the First Army to chase the fleeing enemy. Instead, he sent Lightning and Maggie to monitor the situation. Those who had been injured in the line of duty immediately received treatment. During the whole battle, only five soldiers had been injured, they had all been hit by spears and from the five injured people, four belonged to the artillery. He was pleased to see that when the enemy¡¯s wave reached its striking distance of one hundred and fifty meters, his artillery group didn¡¯t disperse in confusion, instead they only lowered their bodies and hid behind the cannons, so that they could resume the attack as soon as possible after the end of the spear shower. From the beginning Nana had been standing behind the defense line waiting on standby, but the most remarkable part was when the enemy turned around and fled, she ignored the rumbling sound of ongoing gunfire, and ran together with the old Viscount towards the position of the artillery soldiers, making sure to rescue and give medical treatment to those victims of short spears. After seeing her actions, it was hard to believe, that only six months ago, this little girl had become dizzy at the sight of blood. In the end, the five injured managed to survive. And under the cheers and the salutes of the watching soldiers, Nana left the battlefield. In fact, this battle was much easier than the last time when they had to deal with the Duke¡¯s coalition. Without the drugs, the addicted militia had entered an extremely vulnerable state, some of them even ran two to three kilometers, only to throw themselves onto the ground, no longer able to move. Soon after, Roland¡¯s pursuing troops had caught them all and began to escort them back to the Longsong Stronghold. During the chase, the First Army was also able to capture two Knights, although they did not swallow the pills, they had still lost every thought of putting up a resistance. When confronted with the continuous pursuit, they simply chose to surrender, asking for the opportunity to send a letter to their family and giving a plea for redemption. Four days later, they reached Longsong Stronghold. Thanks to the intelligence gathered from the surrendered Knights; Nightingale easily disintegrated all the troops left in the stronghold¡¯s castle. After killing the captain on the spot, more than 100 militiamen fled in panic, blindly running into an ambush the First Army had set up at the gate. Later, Roland¡¯s men found the captive Petrov in the castle¡¯s dungeons. He looked haggard, probably caused by his worry and anxiety, but because of his identity as a noble of the Honeysuckle family, he hadn¡¯t suffered through inhumane treatment. After nearly three months, the Prince saw the Acting Duke once again. ¡°Being able to see you safe and sound is truly good news, Your Royal Highness,¡± Petrov¡¯s uneasiness finally relaxed, then he went through his experiences of the last days, ¡°I did not know that Timothy¡¯s envoy¡­ ¡± ¡°They all died,¡± Roland leaned relaxed against his chair and said indifferent ¡°Most of the 1500 people they brought to Border Town have died, and the rest are currently locked in the stronghold¡¯s prison. When Petrov heard about the complete annihilation of the envoys, he somehow looked a bit surprised, ¡°Your Royal Highness, with this, I am afraid that the new King¡­ no, your brother will see you as a thorn in the eye.¡± ¡°So, do you mean I should have deliberately lost the fight, and obediently went with them to King¡¯s City, begging for his mercy?¡± While asking, Roland looked him directly into the eyes. Not able to face his view, the latter involuntarily lowered his head, ¡°No, Your Royal Highness¡­¡± ¡°The moment he set foot in the Western Territory, he became my enemy,¡± the Prince declared in a calm voice. ¡°It seems that in order to seize power, Timothy Wimbledon is becoming more and more desperate. He is urgently in need of land and titles to divide between the other nobles to ensure their support. In case all you wanted was to live a life in pleasure, why would you want to manage the stronghold for me? You should already be aware of the point, only when I become the King of Graycastle will your position as the Lord of the Western Territory be set in stone.¡± Roland paused for a moment and then said, ¡°To prevent this from happening for a second time, I need to form an army to guard the stronghold.¡± ¡°Army?¡± Petrov asked shocked. ¡°Yes, without any Knights, only built out of civilians, a permanent army.¡± Roland slowly explained his plans, ¡°You have to pick out 300 people who live inside the stronghold, who will be trained by my subordinates on how to fight. The requirement for the 300 people is: They have to be civilians, they must not be guilty of any crime, they aren¡¯t allowed to be followers of the Church, and lastly, they have to be between the age of 16 and 30 and without any physical disability. During the training, they will be living in Border Town, and I will provide them with weapons. From now on, your Knights and patrols will only be responsible for urban security, I have written down further details on the parchment,¡± with this, he handed a piece of paper to Petrov, ¡°you can announce a recruitment order and follow through with the screening according to the previous terms.¡± If he wanted to have the control of the city garrison in his own hand, it was evident that stationing his own army here was the most appropriate approach. But the scale of the First Army was too small, they weren¡¯t even large enough to defend Border Town, so not even mentioning splitting the force to guard Longsong Stronghold and Border Town. The only possibility and best compromise was to let the other side provide the manpower, while he would carry out the training. With Nightingale¡¯s ability to detect lies he could guarantee the loyalty of the group, and together with new military training methods and ideological education, it should be possible to form a fighting force soon. As for their weapons, he would equip them with the rapidly outdated flintlocks, so even if they got captured by the enemy, it wouldn¡¯t be a problem for him. Moreover, the army could also take over the task of information gathering and transmission, so as long as someone tried to attack the stronghold, Roland would be the first to receive the message. ¡°I understand,¡± Petrov nodded. ¡°I will review the people you select, so I can only encourage you to not try placing spies among them, because it would be a meaningless act.¡± Roland warned, ¡°You have already sent spies, and by now, they all have gone to the mines. If there is ever something similar again¡­ ¡± ¡°No, Your Highness,¡± the other wiped off the sweat on his forehead. ¡°I promise that won¡¯t happen.¡± ¡°Then there¡¯s the matter of the church,¡± the Prince said while once more leaning back in his chair. ¡°You probably do not know that the stronghold¡¯s church has been burned down by Timothy¡¯s men and that they even killed the High Priest. There is only a ruin left now.¡± ¡°They have burned the church?¡± Petrov became startled by the news, ¡°This¡­ I have to report it to Hermes as soon as possible.¡± The Church¡¯s law states that the King and the Lord¡¯s are obligated to protect the local Church¡¯s facilities from any harm, if they cannot prevent it from happening, it has to be reported to the New Holy City immediately. As the former ambassador who was proficient in the law, Petrov¡¯s reaction could be seen as normal, and furthermore, such a matter cannot be concealed anyway, I am afraid that the church¡¯s follower living in the stronghold have already sent a message to the Holy City on the same day it happened. ¡°It is true that we should report the matter, but the letter¡¯s contents needs to be adjusted appropriately,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°You only have to write in the message that the attackers belonged to Timothy Wimbledon and that after they looted and burned the church down, they left the stronghold, disappearing without a trace. In addition, you will put this thing into the letter, ¡°he took a pill out of his pocket and handed it to Petrov, ¡°just state they you had picked it up near the church, they will understand.¡± ¡°What is this?¡± ¡°They are the secret medicine of the Church. Furthermore, it is also the object Timothy desired. It allows ordinary people to get a burst of strength in short time, but when the effect of the drug subsides their organs will slowly stop to function, and they will die,¡± Roland explained. ¡°Timothy wants to rely on the drug to strengthen his Army, allowing him to secure his precious throne. So, when the Church¡¯s sees the pill, they will naturally understand his intention.¡± As to whether or not they will take measures, is an entirely different question. ¡°I will follow your order, Your Highness,¡± Petrov said, putting the pill into his pocket. Chapter 202 Chapter 202 The road to development Roland took a sip of his tea, then said: ¡°In addition, I intend to set up a primary education system in Longsong Stronghold, which will be the examination project that decides whether you will continue serving as the administrator or not. Hearing the word ¡°examination¡±, Petrov¡¯s ears immediately stood up, ¡°Primary education system?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Roland nodded with a smile. Now, after the church had been destroyed, the High Priest killed, and the Church¡¯s forces weakened by more than half, it was a good time to start the fight over ideological positions. He didn¡¯t expect to transform all believers into potential workers who met with his standards; he only hoped to weaken the Church¡¯s influence even further. In case the Holy City wanted to meddle in Longsong Stronghold again, Roland had thought about many ways to keep them away; they shouldn¡¯t even think about building a new church here. ¡°The primary education should be attainable for all of Longsong Stronghold¡¯s residents under the age of forty, regardless of whether they are men or women. The training will include reading and writing, simple calculation, the spread of natural knowledge and also ideological education.¡± Roland waved his hand, holding off the other¡¯s questions, ¡°Rest assured, the cost will be deducted from the tax paid to Border Town. From the beginning of the next month, you only have to pay 20% of the tax; the remaining 10% will be used as special education fee. With it can you recruit a few scholars from King¡¯s City, or hire local nobles, knights or squires, but these people won¡¯t need so much money. 10% of the tax are at least 1000 gold royals, so you have to do much more than just hire people with it.¡± After thinking for a moment, Petrov opened his mouth and said: ¡°Your Highness, do you mean to say, that I should use the money to motivate the civilians to attend the education courses?¡± This guy¡¯s mind is indeed very sharp, Roland laughed, ¡°That¡¯s right, with the exception of the children, most people have to earn their livelihood during the during the day, so their education courses have to be held in the evening, allowing them to carry out their work during the day. And after being busy the whole day, instead of resting, no one wants to come round only to hear other people¡¯s nagging them, not to mention using their brain to learn how to read and write. ¡°Because of this you have to lure them with some means to learn, such as providing them a dinner that has meat, or if they are able to speed up the learning process they can also get a monetary reward, etc., and of course, a bright and spacious classroom is also essential.¡± He paused, ¡°In short, you must try every means to popularize attending the education courses to all the residents of the stronghold. As I said, this is also your examination: After one year, more than 50% of the stronghold¡¯s population needs to have reached literacy.¡± ¡°But Your Royal Highness¡­¡± Petrov hesitated. ¡°No matter if they are scholars or belong to the nobility, they fundamentally have no experience with teaching civilians how to read and write, even less teaching them natural knowledge and ideological education,¡± he had to read the hard to pronounce noun of the parchment. ¡°In fact, even I do not quite understand the words myself. By employing these people, I am afraid you cannot achieve your desired result.¡± ¡°Do not worry, I have already taken all that into account,¡± Roland paused. ¡°I¡¯ll send a group of officials from Border Town¡¯s City Hall to help you realize it. Furthermore, all the books you need for the education will be provided by Border Town. They have a wealth of experience in how to teach, so they can show the people you recruit how to teach, and then, your personal will have to start to educate the residents. At that time you and they will have comprehended all the necessary details, the specific arrangements will be done when they arrive.¡± This way, as long as Petrov wanted to keep in control of Longsong Stronghold, it was inevitable that he worked together with the Prince¡¯s staff, and by placing his aids at critical positions within the Ministry of Education, news reaching or happening in Longsong Stronghold could also be passed on to Border Town in the first moments. Seeing that Petrov didn¡¯t show any objections, Roland began to explain his final command: ¡°Thirdly, I plan to build a road between Longsong Stronghold and Border Town to shorten the traveling time between the two locations for pedestrians and caravans.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness, don¡¯t we already have a way between those two?¡± Petrov asked in surprise. A mud path created by people walking over it can be counted as a road? With a width less than two meters, filled with mud by the rain, and furthermore, with all its holes, it will never be suitable for high-speed carriages. Roland shook his head. ¡°I want to build a road that can accommodate at least two carriages side by side. A road that is flat and straight, and won¡¯t be covered with water during rain, exactly like the road in Border Town.¡± ¡°You mean a macadam road?¡± the Acting Duke looked a little surprised, ¡°The costs of such a road isn¡¯t low, it requires the mason to cut the stones and then they have to pick out the stones with the right sizes which can be used together. A gravel road to Border Town would at least cost five thousand gold royals, and with all due respect Your Highness, we will never get so much money without a tax increase.¡± ¡°The stronghold only needs to provide the workforce.¡± The Prince stated bluntly, ¡°You will issue a recruitment notice throughout the whole Western Territory, not just Longsong Stronghold, including all of the other noble¡¯s territories. The monthly salary will be six silver royals, with that sum, I believe there should be plenty of applicants.¡± ¡°For laborer, six silver royals are quite a high salary,¡± Petrov nodded, ¡°may you tell me how many people you want to recruit?¡± ¡°At least two thousand people,¡± Roland replied. The monthly cost for such an amount of handymen wasn¡¯t a small sum, together with masons and gravel workers, in the eyes of others, it would definitely regard as a ridiculously high costs. Very few Lords would be willing to put their money into building something which seemingly wouldn¡¯t provide and return. This thought process could also be seen in Petrov¡¯s expression. But now, with Border Town being able to sell steam engines, and to maintain the balance between income and expenditure, putting the remaining money into upgrading the infrastructure was undoubtedly the best choice to make. After all, Roland never intended to store all the gold royals in a vault, which was often the desire of many of the newly rich. The construction of a high-quality road connecting the stronghold and Border Town was of the highest importance, not only to facilitate the trade between both places, but was also a prerequisite for the rapid deployment of the armed forces. If the trip is an inconvenience, even if I receive the news of an attack on the stronghold at the earliest possible moment, I would only be able to reach the stronghold in three days, I am afraid that by that time, the enemy¡¯s banner will already be flying over the highest tower. ¡°I understand,¡± Petrov said. ¡°Now that you have so much to do, I will soon return to Border Town. Do a good job, ¡®Mr. Ambassador¡¯, don¡¯t let me down.¡± ¡°What do you plan to do with the people held in jail, Your Highness?¡± Petrov asked, after a moment¡¯s pause. For the first time, Roland didn¡¯t know what to answer, and after a moment of silence he spoke, ¡°Contain them, they won¡¯t be able to live for long anyway.¡± ¡­ Climbing onto Little Town, the Prince embarked on his homeward journey. ¡°You do not seem to be in a good mood?¡± said Nightingale after appearing next to him. ¡°Is it because of the civilians?¡± ¡°They were all forced by Timothy,¡± Roland sighed. ¡°If they hadn¡¯t taken those pills, they would not act like his minions at all and wouldn¡¯t have to die on an unfamiliar land.¡± ¡°This is not your fault.¡± The Nightingale reached out and held his arm. ¡°Of course not,¡± Roland said without hesitation, ¡°If I hadn¡¯t stopped them, Border Town would have become the victim of Timothy¡¯s desire for power. And of course, the Church that made those pills is also one of the culprits.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the reason why you will wreck the Church, to end the dispute, so that people no longer have to kill each other for such senseless reasons, right?¡± Nightingale asked with a smile, ¡°No matter if they are ordinary people or witches, under your rule, they will all live a happy life. ¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland looked into Nightingale¡¯s shiny eyes and gently nodded, ¡°Ah, that¡¯s a promise.¡± Chapter 203 Chapter 203 Home The sea was like a blue earth, only more flat. If Maggie had been here, she would be constantly chirping and she could also ask her about how far it still was to the island, nowadays, the only sound she heard were the sea¡¯s waves crashing against the sides of the ship. Although hearing that for a long time became tedious, for the crew, it was actually a lucky beat, it meant that today was a day good for sailing. Oh, now there is another one, Ashes thought. Under the pressure of a foot, the old teak board issued a slight squeak sound, telling her that someone was coming. ¡°I did not expect that you actually lived in a place like the Sleeping Island,¡± a white-haired old man stepped to her side, his hands resting on the railing, ¡°That place, although it looks great, once the tide comes, most of the land will be flooded by the sea, it¡¯s not suitable for a settlement. Why not live in Crescent Moon Bay? It is the second largest Island of the Fjords, there are still many uninhabited spaces there. One Eye Jack, the Captain of ¡®The Charming Beauty¡¯, as his name suggested, he had a blindfold on his face which completely concealed his left eye. He was also one of the few Captains that were willing to transport goods for the witches, even though the people in the Fjords didn¡¯t hate witches, unlike the inhabitants on the mainland, but they also didn¡¯t love dealing with outsiders. ¡°Not everyone is willing to deal with witches like you are,¡± Ashes smiled, ¡°The sea will indeed flood sleeping Island, but it is precisely because of this, that as the third largest island of the Fjords, is still a deserted island. ¡°The third largest island doesn¡¯t mean that it also offers the third largest amount of living area,¡± Captain Jack just shrugged his shoulders. ¡°If you cannot live on it, its size doesn¡¯t matter, for example, the Searing Flame Island.¡± ¡°What the witches are best at, is altering nature,¡± she said earnestly, ¡°Moreover, now where the island has became our home. As long as we don¡¯t have to face the suppression of the Church, we can create an entirely different world there, a¡­ ¡®New World¡¯.¡± She paused for a moment. ¡±How long has it been since the last time you were on Sleeping Island?¡± The Captain took off his hat and scratched the back of his head, ¡°It¡¯s been almost a month now. Last time I had to deliver a batch of witches and a warehouse full of pearl rice. To tell you the truth, when they saw the group of young women frolicking on the ship, the expression on the faces of my sailors was only too foolish. You know how difficult it is for a stripeling to sail over the sea, they are similar to a volcano that can erupt at any time, but fortunately I stopped them from drinking. Otherwise, my beloved ship may have met with a disaster.¡± Ashes automatically ignored the latter half of his words, ¡°A month is enough time to make radical changes, Captain. I bet that when you see Sleeping Island again, it will be quite differently than from the Island you remember.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Jack whistled. ¡°Then I will look forward to it¡­ Wait a minute, what¡¯s that?¡± He leaned over the side of the ship, trying to look ahead, ¡°Monkey! There is something in front of the mast!¡± The sailor, known as Monkey, used his hands and feet to nimbly climbed to the crow¡¯s nest at the top of the mast, and then lifted the observation mirror, ¡°Captain, that should be an island! ¡°Island? What nonsense are you speaking, ¡°Captain took out his compass and glanced at it,¡± We still aren¡¯t near Sleeping Island, but except for it, what other island could it be?¡± ¡°But it really is an island, Captain, I swear!¡± ¡°To me your vow is as useful as a fart, let me take a look,¡± Jack said, taking off his hat. ¡°No, no, Captain, do not you come up here, up here, the wind is very strong,¡± after observing for a while, Monkey continued, ¡°By the Three Gods!¡± He shouted, incredulously, ¡°I know what it is, it really is Sleeping Island! It¡¯s become taller!¡± ¡­ The Charming Beauty slowly approached the pier of the Sleeping Island, and the boatman could scarcely believe his eyes. The towering island was similar to a small mountain which stood out above the sea level. The mountain wall was perfectly straight and precipitous, distancing the top of it by at least several feet from the sea level. Ashes, who arrived at the island for the first time showed a much calmer reaction than most of the other people, which was in the eyes of Captain Jack were the very symbol of calm and self-confidence. ¡°You win,¡± he sighed. ¡°I never expected that you would be able to make an island rise. It is not surprising that the bunch of madmen in the Church hate your witches after all, your abilities make you almost comparable to the gods.¡± ¡°Uncle Jack, it¡¯s not like you said, that the island has risen up,¡± a young girl that stood at the pier to welcome them laughingly said,¡± we just built a ¡®wall¡¯ around Sleeping Island, if you wait for a moment, you can come with us and take a look to understand it.¡± Finished speaking, she turned to Ashes and bowed her head in salute, ¡°You have finally come back, Lady Tilly has been talking about you for a long time.¡± Ashes touched her head, ¡°You don¡¯t need to be so polite, Molly. I will have to trouble you with carrying my stuff.¡± ¡°Leave it to me,¡± said the girl, patting her chest. After the sailors had moved the grain from the cargo hold to the pier, Molly summoned her magic servant, a light blue sphere with two arms that could be transformed at will. It took hold of a dozen bags of grain with its arm. Soon after, the arm turned into a net, and was firmly grabbed by the other arm while the sphere floated in the air. Then she proudly said, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s truly a convenient ability,¡± the captain slapped his fist in his palm. ¡°Men, have you seen it? A work for which so many of you are needed, was done by a little girl.¡± The constructed pier of the Island reached to the half the wall¡¯s height, if they ever wanted to step on the top and enter the island, the entire group of people would have to climb the flight of steps which circled along the wall. Ashes instantly understood the idea behind ¡°building a wall circling the island.¡± Instead of raising the island, they had rather raised the outline of the island, turning the entire Sleeping Island into a basin surrounded by a thick edge. And this edge, which circled the island, was the so-called wall Molly had spoken off. At the inner side of the wall, there were many stairs leading down it and nestled below them laid Sleeping Island. ¡°This¡­ is incredible,¡± Captain Jack smacked his lips. ¡°You have turned this island into a city, just imagine how it would look like at high tide, my God, you would be living below sea level!¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed as you have said,¡± Molly was unable to mask her grin, ¡°Because of this, we also have two docks, one at the bottom of the ocean, and one at sea level. Of course, you can also say that one is at sea level and the other is in midair.¡± Coming to the center of the island, they came across of all kinds of houses. Unlike those traditional wood or brick houses, these buildings seemed like the wall as if they had just grown out of the ground, fusing the body of the house together with the ground. There is no doubt that, together with the wall, they count as a Lotus masterpieces. ¡°Sister Ashes, the house at the most northern end is Lady Tilly¡¯s palace, I will take the Captain with me to complete the delivery, you don¡¯t need to come along for this, it would be for the best if you first went to go see the Lady,¡± the little girl waved in the direction of the path. Ashes nodded, and said goodbye to the two, quickly following the path to the North. Along the way she saw a lot of familiar faces, they all either bowed in greeting or waved at her with a smile. The homeland of the witches, the word grew brighter and brighter within Ashes¡¯ heart, filling her whole body with strength. The founder of the homeland was Tilly Wimbledon, the Queen of Witches. And contrary to the Royal Palace, her spacious house had no guards in it, and there were also no locks on the doors. Allowing Ashes to walk through the vestibule, and directly step into the hall, only to see a familiar back in front of her. She quietly walked on tiptoe to behind her counterpart and blindfolding the gray-haired woman¡¯s eyes with her hands. ¡°I perceived you as soon as you reached the door,¡± the other laughed. ¡°Do not forget how I picked you out of the crowd to begin with.¡± The extraordinary had the ability to sense the magic in others, and between two extraordinaries this feeling was even stronger. This was because their magic was connected with one another, like an invisible fetter, firmly connecting Tilly and her together. ¡°I¡¯m back,¡± Ashes said softly. ¡°En,¡± Tilly replied cheerfully, ¡°Welcome home.¡± Chapter 204 Chapter 204 Tilly Wimbledon For a moment, the two of them enjoyed the warm atmosphere, until Ashes¡¯ attention was drawn to a bunch of jewel-like gadgets in front of her, curiously she asked, ¡°What are these?¡± ¡°Come,¡± Tilly patted the place next to her body, ¡°I¡¯ll show you something interesting.¡± Ashes followed her suggestion and sat cross-legged next to Tilly, seeing how she put a white silk glove over her hand, which had a crystal ruby embedded on the back of the hand. ¡°This is¡­ a tracking Stone?¡± Tilly didn¡¯t give her an answer. Instead, she just smiled and reached into the open air, suddenly, a flash of lightning jump from her fingertips, hitting the ground, issuing a crackling sound, followed by smoke rising from the ground, finally leaving behind a palm-sized black mark. Ashes couldn¡¯t believe her eyes, ¡°You have a new ability¡­¡± Tilly Wimbledon was an extraordinary, her magic was only usable on herself, manifesting in her unsurpassed intelligence, making it impossible for her to have her magic manifest like typical witches¡¯ abilities would. The lightning flash just now meant that she now possessed a whole new ability, something which should have been impossible. A witch could never have two kinds of primary abilities, this was common sense that all witches were aware of. Tilly took the glove off and handed it to Ashes, ¡°It is not that I have a new ability, rather it is because of this stone.¡± She smiled, ¡°It has the power to change how your magic works, and make your magic to even show an effect totally opposite to your current one.¡± When Ashes rubbed the jewel on top of the glove, she became shocked to her core; she immediately knew that Tilly hadn¡¯t lied to her, which meant that from now on, non-combat witches would also have the ability to fight, significantly enhancing the witches¡¯ ability to resist the against enemy. ¡°How many of these stones do we have?¡± ¡°There¡¯s only one,¡± it seemed that Tilly already understood Ashes thought process, ¡°in addition, it¡¯s also not that easy to use. You have to accept magic as something that actually exist; then you have to fill the stone with this magic and only then you can release it.¡± For a long time Ashes painstakingly meditative wished for it, but no trace of light could be seen. ¡°Do you believe me now?¡± Tilly said teasingly, ¡°We extraordinary have it better than others, we can sense magic, for other witches it is much more challenging, it¡¯s taking our imagination and comprehension to its limits. As a matter of fact, I have already tested a lot of witches, but only two to three out of one hundred were able to comprehend it and release the lightning early enough. ¡°Are you mocking me for being slow-witted?¡± Ashes took off the glove and threw it to the side. ¡°Pretty much,¡± Tilly raised her eyebrow, ¡°At that time, I merely used¡­¡± To stop her, Ashes kissed her, only permitting her to croon for a bit¡­ when they finally separated, the latter took in a long breath, ¡°Well, not so stupid after all.¡± ¡°And what is with those other stones?¡± As if wishing to continue, Ashes licked her lips. Only in the presence of the 5th Princess, was she able to fully relax, ¡°Could it be that they all possess a different kind of capabilities?¡± ¡°Yes, they show a different result,¡± Tilly confirmed, a blush had still not gone from her cheeks. ¡°However, they still won¡¯t allow the ordinary person to possess witch-like abilities, only people with magic power can arouse it.¡± She paused, ¡°Which left me with a question.¡± ¡°What is your question?¡± ¡°What exactly is magic?¡± Tilly said slowly, one word at a time, ¡°For a long time now, the witches abilities were manifold and varied widely, showing a high degree of uncertainty to it, and in the perception of an extraordinary, witches were also different. But with this strange stones, magic becomes completely be the same, through it, any witch can release the exact the same ability. Therefore, I might have been following the wrong lead previously, magic itself is perhaps one type of omnipotent power, but us witches can merely manifest one of its forms.¡± ¡°Then these magic stones?¡± Ashes asked. ¡°They can only release, but they cannot gather magic. It is not clear whether they are human-made, or formed from nature,¡± Tilly said regretfully, ¡°According to legend, they were unearthed from within the relics. At present, the greater part of them have already spread within the folk; I only managed to collect this much¡­ I heard that an ancient ruin lies in the eastern part of the Seawind Region, I really want to go and take a look for myself, maybe I could find more information about magic and some intelligence on the forgotten history there. Several of the words, Tilly had used, left Ashes unable to make sense of what she was hearing, and furthermore, Ashes also reluctantly had the thought, In the end, as long as we are able to live, who cares about what had happened 400 years ago. ¡°It is better you don¡¯t. Right now, the Seawind Region is the most dangerous region in all of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Before I set off from Port of Clearwater, I¡¯ve heard the sailors chatting about that Garcia Wimbledon¡¯s Black Sail Fleet being dispatched, with the Seawind Region, which belongs to Timothy, as its destination. Directly hitting his camps from behind the frontlines.¡± Ashes explained, ¡°When the martial law had finally been lifted, I took the next opportunity to leave the harbor. If my information is correct, I am afraid that the Seawind Region has already been turned into a sea of flames.¡± ¡°They are still fighting each other,¡± Tilly looked a little worried, ¡°This way, the Church will take advantage of it and start an invasion. If we cannot unite, Graycastle will fall. The same as had happened to the Kingdom of Endless Winter, we will be swallowed by the Church. This sentence started Ashes, and was instantly noticed by the 5th Princess, ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Nothing,¡± she sent her a wink. ¡°You look just look somewhat similar to Roland Wimbledon. Furthermore, he even said the same thing to me.¡± ¡°Oh? Did you see him?¡± Tilly¡¯s interest was picked. ¡°By the way, you didn¡¯t tell me anything about the trip to the West!¡± ¡°I had heard news that the Witch Cooperation Association was in Border Town, but Shadow should have already told you of this,¡± Ashes embraced her counterpart, ¡°The results that I had discovered, was that the so-called Holy Mountain they had supposedly found, was a hoax created by Roland. He took over the Witch Cooperation Association and was secretly recruiting the witches¡­ ¡° Afterward, she told Tilly what she had heard and seen during the week she had stayed in Border Town, ¡°And at the end, he also said to me, that we have to unite, if we want to resist the Church. If they ever attacked us here in the Fjords and we could no longer stay, we are always welcomed in Border Town.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Tilly thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, ¡°This man is not Roland Wimbledon. He has been replaced by someone.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°You said he had gathered a great number of witches around him, right?¡± What I guess is, that among them was a witch who took control of him, or simply changed her appearance to match his.¡± Tilly said bluntly, ¡±I¡¯ve grown up with Roland, it is clear that compared with my two other brothers and my third sister, the thing he was always the worst at was to cover up the truth, even if he were to tell a lie, the lies would still be full of a hundred loopholes. It is impossible for him to disguise as another person. As for the weapons you said they could use to fight against the God¡¯s Punishment Army, they are only proving it¡­ An individual may hide his true character, but he cannot fake scholarly knowledge, the court mentors never taught him those things, so how can he know it?¡± Tilly stated, ¡°The people that are born into the world aren¡¯t born with knowledge, so he is certainly not my stupid and annoying brother.¡° ¡°Is¡­ it¡¯s like that?¡± Ashes frowned. ¡°Nevertheless, it is still necessary for me to get in contact with them,¡± Tilly sighed. ¡°After all, Roland Wimbledon is still my brother. Even though he might be ignorant and incompetent, that doesn¡¯t mean that he is hopeless. Compared with the others, he was the most harmless. So I hope, that the witches of the Witch Cooperation Association haven¡¯t already buried him in the earth.¡± ¡°I do not think they¡¯d do that,¡± Ashley thought of Wendy, ¡°I also left Maggie with him, at the end of the month, she should come back and bring us news from Border Town.¡± ¡°That it the only way, after all, our current focus doesn¡¯t lay here,¡± speaking until here, the 5th Princes freed herself from the embrace and went to the garden, and said, with open arms, ¡°Now that you are back, the cleaning program can finally be implemented. I want no traces of the Church to be left in the Fjords, only then will the Fjord¡¯s truly become the home of the witches. The sun shone from behind Tilly¡¯s body, making it appear as if she was covered by a layer of gold. Her long gray hair caressed her cheeks like golden threads, her face was full of confidence, as if there didn¡¯t exist any difficulty that could strike her down. ¡°I wish to devote my life to you, honored Queen of mine.¡± Ashes vowed, with a smile. Chapter 205 Chapter 205 Microscopes After Timothy¡¯s armed forces had been repulsed, Border Town became calm once again. Roland selected three people from the City Hall¡¯s Ministry of Education and added another two teachers to form a team, which he then sent, together with some of Soraya¡¯s books to Longsong Stronghold. No matter how much effect they could achieve, he finally took the first step for the assimilation of the stronghold. Petrov, although he did not excel at commanding a battle, his performance in administration was outstanding. In just one week, two thousand recruited road-workers, escorted by cavalrymen, came to Border Town one after the other. If not for the second batch of ten blast furnaces he¡¯d already put into production, Roland would also never have dared to make the firm resolution to establish a hard road between the two locations. But now, he finally had the opportunity to extravagantly spent a lot of money. Roland named the road the ¡®Kingdom Main Street¡¯, and Karl, the Head of the Ministry of Construction, was fully responsible for its construction. Its structure and the streets¡¯ in the town were exactly the same; a cement-stabilized gravel layer. During this era, where there existed no heavy vehicles, this kind of pavement was already sufficient to undertake every transportation tasks. Moreover, with a good drainage performance, if the circumstances ever demanded, later on, an concrete or even a asphalt pavement could always be added. To always have enough construction material, four steam-driven milling machine replaced the labor-power that was required to crush the stones, producing dozens of tons of gravel and material each day. It was the too small transportation capacity, which hindered the further rise of the output, so many stones needed hundreds of people to send the stones with carriages to the construction site during the day. For the later generation of roads, one single muck car would have been enough to complete the whole shipment. With the exception of the four furnaces which maintained the clay brick firing, the rest of the blast furnaces had been put into the production of cement powder. After going through repeated component tests, as well as making sure that the mine provided enough iron powder, Border Town¡¯s cement production, whether it be its quality or quantity, they were both far better than the original batches. However, the mass transport of gravel and cement powder also brought a large negative impact to the town, of which the most severe problem was the dust. Until the afternoon, there had only been little wind, so that a dense cloud of dust could be seen flying in the sky, turning the street into a light yellow. Although most of the town people did not mind such a situation, for Roland, there was nothing worse than having to shut all of the doors and windows during the hot summer. Therefore, the carriages for transporting the cement powder and gravel had been fitted with a cover plate as quickly as possible, to reduce the dispersion during the transportation. At the same time, he also used it as a chance to promote Leaves¡¯ ability. Within a few days, the inside of the town was covered with shade providing trees, they were symmetrical parasol trees, which Leaves had grown one branch of after another, creating the impression that the scenery appeared to be full of green for as far as the eye could see. With Roland¡¯s additional appeal to all of the people, that they should take the initiative and sprinkle water over the dust, the situation had quickly been improved. The straight distance between the two places was less than 70 kilometers, but considering that the road had to avoid the extensions of the Impassable Mountain Range, the total length of the road would be around 100 kilometers and its expected construction duration would be one year. With roads of such excellent quality, some modern kinds of vehicles could also come in handy, such as bicycles and steam powered cars. In his vision for the future, the development of education and the upgrading of the road were necessary steps to fuse the two cities together. Just like the cities of the later generations would energetically carry out urban integration. After the land between these two places was fully opened up, Border Town and Longsong Stronghold would slowly merge into one huge city. And in case he could even integrate the southern hill into the city, he could then open up a path through the edge of the mountains, and even get an outgoing sea port for himself. Of course, being able to develop so much land would require an even larger population. And in response to the possibility of future wars, the city would need to be self-sufficient with its food production, while also providing a significant number of workers for the industrial production.From his preliminary calculations, he would need around one hundred thousand residents, while Graycastle¡¯s largest city, King¡¯s City, had only around twenty to thirty thousand people. When thinking about this issue, Roland remembered that the North and South of the Kingdom of Graycastle, are both places that have recently experienced a war. So, when the winter comes, it is likely that there will be a large number of refugees coming who would be deprived of food and clothing. By offering them food and a warm shelter they can all be absorbed into Border Town. Furthermore, I also have to take into consideration that there should also be many refugees within the Kingdom of Endless Winter and the Wolfsheart Kingdom. For that reason, it would be better to write Margaret a letter and ask her to help me to find out how the situation is within those two countries. ¡­ After he had finished to writing down the recent development program, the Prince folded the paper and placed it into the drawer. Afterward, he stretched out his tensed-up body and decided to go to Anna¡¯s room to take a look at how much progress she had made with creating a lens. Ever since he learned about the reasons for Soraya¡¯s magical evolution, he was intent on making a microscope, which would allow the witches to observe the structure of cells. If they could examine the unusual microscopic world with their own eyes, it might lead even more witches to evolve a new ability, the worst case being, he will at least arouse their interest in learning about it. For the production of microscopes, creating the convex lens responsible for enlarging the object wasn¡¯t difficult, the difficulty part laid in the problem that the focal length was differently for every hand-polished lens, therefore matching the eyepiece to the objective was a delicate operation, needing to adjust the distance between the two lenses repeatedly. He had described the principle behind the convex lens only once, and then given Anna a few pieces of crystals that had a fine quality letting her cut the lenses and measure their focal length. Now, after three days, Roland¡¯s heart was full of curiosity at to what extent Anna had been able to realize it. When he came to the door of Anna¡¯s room, Nightingale sent him a smile, standing against the wall. She seemed to be saying that she wasn¡¯t going to follow him in, since she had reduced her stealth time, Roland no longer had to guess her whereabouts. And whenever he and Anna wanted to be alone, she would always choose to stand at a distant location. When he opened the door, he saw Anna sitting at the table, playing with a metal tube. ¡°How is it?¡± He asked, stepping forward. The moment after the question left his lips, he became shocked. There on the table laid several instruments which resembled an actual microscope, coming very close to the sketches he had drawn for her. ¡°With the few test products I made according to your blueprints, I can indeed see a lot of details which are usually very difficult to discover,¡± she looked up, letting her slender bangs slide down from one side of her face. ¡°I used it to look at paper, leaves and stagnant water, and found out that they look very different from their usual appearance.¡± Since their experience during the hot air balloon trip, when they had both been alone. Anna no longer used any titles, which also made him feel very more relaxed. ¡°How did you do it,¡± Roland exclaimed, ¡°The sketch was only a rough outline.¡± ¡°The outline was enough,¡± Anna laughed. ¡°You see, as long as the eyepiece and the objective lens are fixed at the appropriate distance, they can play the role of the amplifier. Afterward, they only needed to be fixed to an iron pipe, and with this, the microscope¡¯s body is completed. As I was testing the magnification of the lens, I found out that the objective and observation target had to maintain a particular distance within which I could see a distinct image; whenever my hands shook the image would become blurred. From your diagram I could see that, you needed a frame to which to attach the lens to, and a platform, which could be moved up and down to get to the best distance to the object.¡± She paused. ¡°But it is harder to figure out for what the bottom piece is, can you tell what it is for?¡± Roland swept his eyes over the drawing and discovered that this issue was his own mistake. It was a mirror, which was used to increase the light falling onto the object, but during this era, they had yet to invent the mercury mirror. The typical aristocrat still used a bronze mirror or an iron mirror to arrange their appearance. While they had a glass frame that was covered with a thin silver layer within the Imperial Palace, to get a better reflection effect. Even without this mirror, as long as the sunlight was strong enough, the microscope could still be used. After explaining the mirror in detail, he couldn¡¯t help being amazed by Anna¡¯s comprehension. Even by solely relying on a rough drawing of an outline, she had created a product which came close to the finished goods, something which would be absolutely impossible for him to have done. Seeing that when Anna had bowed her head to examine a new lens, she was exposing her fair neck, Roland couldn¡¯t stop from stepping forward, and wanting to kiss. But she merely placed her hand on his face and gently pushed him back, ¡°Later, Your Royal Highness, I¡¯m busy now. ¡± ¡°Ah¡­ fine.¡± Chapter 206 Chapter 206 ¡°Insect swarm¡± In the end, the problem of the mirror was solved by Soraya. According to her, she had went and fetched some mercury from the laboratory, and spread it directly on top of the glass, afterward painting a shiny coated layer on top of it. In this way she achieved a similar effect to that of a mercury mirror, but also eliminating the risk associated with mercury vapor poisoning. Compared to a pasted silver mirror, the overall coated mirror offered much better reflection. Afterward, Roland simply set aside a number of crystal glassware, so that each witch could get a small hand mirror. The small gift, which allowed the witches to clearly see their appearance made them all very happy, even Scroll who was usually always exposing a neutral expression revealed a rare smile. Seeing all this let Roland sigh in regret, although the witches weren¡¯t fertility, they were still women at nature. Unfortunately, this useful commodity could temporarily not be sold to the public at a low price. After all, its base was made out of the highly priced crystal glass. Furthermore, the laboratory had also consumed a lot of crystal glass to create this colorless, transparent container. Kyle Sichi, contrary to what one might expect, knew how to create crystal glass, but the laboratory had been burdened with other tasks so that there were seldom any empty hands. Most of the apprentices were busy with refining the two acids, soaking the cotton fire. While the chief alchemist took two or three disciplines and concentrated entirely on solving the barrier to the creation of mercury fulminate. Until the industrial acid method was thoroughly researched, they still didn¡¯t want to make anything else for the time being. Apart from the reflecting mirror, Roland also suggested that instead of manually moving the stage to control the distance to the object, it could also be done by turning a small knob on the side. He only needed to describe the two alternation with a few words, before Anna understood what he meant. Summoning her black flame, the new stabilizing framework was quickly constructed. Afterward, she picked the two set of lenses with the highest degree of magnification, in this way creating the very first optical microscope. Taking advantage of the sufficient afternoon sun, Roland called all of the members of the Witch Union into the castle¡¯s backyard, thereby starting the first ever Fundamental Biology class. ¡­ When Lily came to the backyard, she discovered that the plants had become more lush and flourishing. The grapes on the wooden frame had turned into a bright red-purple hue. A foggy memory told her that they were less than a week from turning ripe. From time to time, Lighting would fly up and pick a bunch of ripe grapes for everyone. And that big and silly bird which had recently joined Border Town, bluntly sat on top of the shelf, raising its head to peck at the grapes and swallow them down. In the backyard under the shade sat His Royal Highness and Anna. They were happily chatting with each other, looking just like an intimate couple. But Lily knew, they were definitely not telling each other words of affection. In case she was to approach them to listen, she would definitely hear a bunch of unfathomable mysterious nouns belonging to a debate that she was unable to make any sense of¡­ For example, about how the small balls looked like, how a cat could be living and dead at same time, matter turned into a wave, and so on. This was probably also the reason why Nightingale would always keep a distance of five meters away from them. After all, when listening to them for a long time, any person would definitely become drowsy, ai! Wendy was always waiting with Scroll, whenever she met her, Wendy would show a gentle and soft smiling expression. Sometimes, she even felt that from the other¡¯s point of view she was seen as a child. Lily helplessly sighed, first looking at Wendy¡¯s chest, then bowed her head to look at her own, there was indeed worlds between them. When can they turn into that, maybe then I won¡¯t be regarded as a child anymore. After all the witches had arrived, Lord Roland put two gray-black metal utensils on the table, claiming that they made it that with them it would be possible to see the tiny world of microscopy. Lily thought, maybe the object won¡¯t look the same after magnification, but that everything in the world is made up out of small balls? This had always been hard for her to believe, after all how could rolling balls form a solid rock? His Royal Highness sent a guard to get a bucket of water, then took a few drops and placed them under the microscope, which was different from what Lily had expected. The water in the bucket was neither muddy nor was it dirty. Instead, it was so clear that she could see the sunshine reflecting on the bottom, as if there wasn¡¯t anything there at all. Is it¡­ is it really possible that you can see the flowing balls from under the microscope? ¡°Something is moving in the water!¡± To her surprise a sister shrieked, and the moment her voice fell, she shrieked again, ¡°Ah, it ran away!¡± ¡°More than one, there seems to be a lot more.¡± ¡°Good gracious, these are bugs? None of them look the same at all!¡± ¡°This looks more like a transparent crab¡­¡± Lily¡¯s heart suddenly suspended, not the small balls, but bugs? His Royal Highness had indeed lied! However¡­ that there are insects is also very strange, ah, just look at the water, there is clearly nothing in it! When it was her turn, the little girl could no longer pretend to be indifferent, she headed toward the microscope and impatiently narrowed her eyes to take a look for herself. And then, she saw an incredible scenery. Just in the narrow illuminated area, she saw many bizarre objects recklessly moving about; some had a square shapes, while others whole bodies were covered with hairs, some looked like a mixed species of bugs and crabs, and others looked somewhat similar to the base of a grain of wheat. No matter which kind of strange shape they had, they were all mostly transparent, as if they had no skin or shell around them, in general, allowing to see the internal body structure clearly. Of course, these insects stomach was almost just as empty as their surroundings. ¡°Your Royal Highness, are theses really insects?¡± Scroll asked. ¡°What you are seeing should be some primitive organism or single-celled algae, calling them insects is not really appropriate, they should be assigned to the class of microorganisms.¡± The Prince explained. ¡°Microorganism?¡± ¡°Yeah, they¡¯re also an independent life form, but their shape is much smaller, apart from the two you are seeing, there are also even smaller bacteria and viruses. At present the magnification of the microscope is not enough to permit you to see those two microorganism. They are also the reason for food spoilage and a variety of other illnesses.¡± The more His Highness Roland explained, the more spirited he became, ¡± These infinitesimally small life forms are everywhere, and there are many different kinds. Fortunately, the majority of them is vulnerable to high temperature, and that is the reason why we boil the water before drinking, cook the fish before we eat it and do not reuse our bathwater.¡± Although it was difficult for her to imagine that there were even smaller creatures, when she thought about that with drinking she will also swallow a lot of insects into her belly, Lily felt goosebumps all over her body. Hasn¡¯t his Royal Highness said that these humble little things are the culprits of food spoilage? If I can keep the bread and meat porridge fresh, that water¡­ should also be possible. Thinking until here, she couldn¡¯t help herself as she released her magic, covering the droplets under the microscope. Causing unexpected changes to be born. She saw how the ¡°insects¡± began to tremble, then began to quickly change their appearance. Their skin was no longer transparent, but seemed as if they had put on a purple armor. Then long tentacles began to grow on their whole body, and soon after, they started to swallow the insects in their surrounding which have not changed. No that wasn¡¯t right¡­ instead of swallowing, Lily saw that they were assimilating each other at an alarming rate. Like a sharp sword, the tentacles stabbed into the body of other microorganisms which then assumed the same appearance as them. Not knowing whether it was an illusion or not, she still felt that these transformed organism were still changing the invisible creatures, and it didn¡¯t take long until a little purple spot appeared within the water. After a few breaths, more and more of these purple spots appeared, gradually fusing into one piece, as if her field of vision was slowly being covered with a lavender-colored carpet. One by one the tentacle insects arranged themselves into rows, like a neatly organized army. As if they could feel her attention, they all raised their tentacles up, as if in salute. This was the first time; that she saw the true face of her ability. Chapter 207 Chapter 207 Mothers and Replicates Within her world of fog, Nightingale waited for the witches¡¯ magic power to change. Within this black and white world, she rarely had the opportunity to see so many brilliant colors. Compared to the memory of the time when they were in the search for the Holy Mountain, the magic power within them had increased a lot. The unceasing practice each day, not only allowed them to better control their ability it also increased their magical reservoir. But, Nightingale was most deeply moved by the expressions on their faces. With the Witch Cooperation Association, although Wendy was always gently encouraging them and Cara would always remain steadfast, but even with that, during the days they were in hiding, no one would get a restful sleep. Any wind that moved the grass was enough to rouse the sisters from their dreams. Under the constant chase of the Church and the suspicion of the masses, they were never able to breathe easy. Even after entering the Impassable Mountain Range, this stress hadn¡¯t been reduced by much. No one among them knew if they could really reach the Holy Mountain and obtaining their longed-for place to call home. Back then, the atmosphere within the camp was often very gloomy and most of the sisters had shown vacant and apathetic expression. But now, no longer needing to starve and no longer having to worry about the Church¡¯s witch hunt, all of their faces had become filled with an unprecedented spirit. Seeing that everyone was relaxed and smiling naturally, Nightingale heart also felt happy at the thought of their comfort. In the end, the Holy Mountain was not in the wilderness, but in this small border town. At that time, she felt a thread of magic shaking. A cloud out of a purple mist began to rotate, unceasingly surrounding and being drawn to a magical source, like a miniature-storm. This shocking scene could only be seen by Nightingale, after recovering from her initial shock, she stared with wide open eyes and held her breath not wanting to miss any details like the time with Anna and Soraya. Today would be her first time to seeing the condensation of magic with her own eyes. At the center of this storm, Lily was standing. She was completely immersed in the microscopic world beneath the microscope, never noticing that the magic within her body had underwent a drastically change. The cloud of mist became more and more vigorous, steadily accelerating its rotational speed, appearing to become an entity on it¡¯s own. But at the same time, this silhouette also began to fluctuate, no longer appearing in its original vortex shape. Finally, the magic was drawn inwards, condensing into a ball, and then gradually came to a stop. Her newborn magic power neither resembled Anna¡¯s solid and smooth cube, nor was it like Soraya¡¯s soft silk. It was only the size of a fist, its main body was round, but on top of it there existed eight pairs of wriggling tentacles, four pairs at the bottom, four at the top. At first glance it looked like an¡­ insect. ¡­ Roland never expected that he would receive such immediate results with the first Fundamental Biology lesson, and even less that the first witch to evolve her magic would be Lily. Because her ability was to preserve the freshness of food, in addition to the daily practice, Roland hadn¡¯t given her any other tasks, her understanding of her ability also wasn¡¯t deep. After listening to Nightingales full report, Roland remained calm and collected and just nodded. Waiting until the end of the lesson, so that he could ask Lily to stay behind. ¡°What, you said that my ability has evolved?¡± Lily was also utterly astonished, ¡°I didn¡¯t see those balls you had mentioned.¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Roland laughingly shook his head. ¡°Those balls are thousands of times smaller than the microbes, even granted that we bring the optical microscope to its limit, you will still be unable to see the balls which form all of matter. ¡°Is that so? I thought that by understanding the ball theory it becomes possible to evolve our ability,¡± Lily muttered. ¡°I do not believe that everything in the world is formed out of small balls, something as hard as rocks and steel, if they were really made out of a lot of piled up balls, they would have collapsed into a puddle of sand.¡± So that¡¯s the reason, he thought; it seems that comprehending the microparticle theory is not the only way to promote the evolution of their ability. ¡°In that case, what did you see?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Lily thought to herself. ¡°Just several purple insects, I believe, that they were summoned by my magic, and it could turn all of the organisms you spoke of into something with the same appearance.¡± ¡°Insects?¡± He slightly stunned for a moment, ¡°And they were as big as a micro-organism?¡± ¡°Almost,¡± she said, nodding. ¡°Anyway, afterward I once again used only my eye to look at the water drop, and it was still as transparent and colorless as before.¡± ¡°Then¡­ next we should come to the real test.¡± ¡­ Because Lily¡¯s ability was not directly visible to the naked eye, unlike Anna¡¯s and Soraya¡¯s, it was also much harder to test. When seeing the neatly arranged microbes under the microscope for the first time Roland became started. It seemed as if they all had a collective consciousness, showing an incredible amount of synergy and consistency. Next were the sub-experiments, including its impact on the duration time of the magic and which influence the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation had. The testing continued for three days, although the little girl was fond of bickering under normal circumstances, she still meticulously carried out Roland¡¯s instructions, regardless of her complaints. Through a large number of sample comparison, as well as discussion with Anna, he roughly figured out how Lili¡¯s new ability worked. Her purple variation was clearly divided into two major categories: mother and replica. After releasing her magic, the microorganism who changed on their own were the mothers. The characteristic of the mother organism was similar to Anna¡¯s black flame, as long as they were supplied with magic, they would continue to exist. Furthermore, the caster also wasn¡¯t allowed to distance themselves further than five meters. Otherwise, they would disappear on their own. Just like any other summon, they were also affected by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, within the suppressing area of the stone, the mothers would instantly disperse. When the mother was in existence, the surrounding microorganisms would be assimilated into replicas in a short time. What made Roland feel incredible was that the replicas which were the ¡°results¡± of Lily¡¯s ability, were just like Soraya¡¯s coating, no longer vulnerable to the suppression of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. In simple terms, the creations that were transformed by Lily¡¯s mother organisms had become an entirely new life form, and this life form existed in reality. The replicated organism were assimilated by the mothers, and would take the initiative to transform other organism on their own, yet some of the results made Roland feel very confused, it seemed that the assimilation process didn¡¯t go on endlessly. In some of the samples, into all of them were the equal number of replicas added, all of the microorganisms got transformed, while in some other samples, he could see the replicas and the non-variation of micro-organisms live in peaceful coexistence. Due to the lack of more sophisticated observation instruments, this part apparently could only be guessed at. After discussing it with Anna, Roland got the tentative idea that the number of assimilation a replica could perform was related to its size. Lily¡¯s ability clearly did not distinguish between the different types of microorganisms. Thus a large number of replica produced by the mothers were created out of the too small to see viruses and bacteria, and also the with the microscope visible protist and single-celled algae. The former body of these replicas determined its assimilation ability. The larger the previous organism was, the more assimilation the replica could perform. However, a replica of a replica was unable to continue to live by further assimilate others. When the number of assimilation was exhausted, the last batch of replicas was only able to survive a day or so. Boiling the water would also kill most of the replica, in this regard they were no different than another microorganism. But the interesting thing was, that whenever there was a mother around, these replicas would gather like a swarm of insects gathered around their queen, and arrange themselves in a neat queue, just like soldiers waiting for their orders. Limited by means of observation, there were still many aspects of Lily¡¯s ability which were unknown. For example, whether the mothers and the replicas resembled bacteria and viruses in the regard that they had a variety of effects on other lifeforms, or if they could take the place of fungi and be used for the chemical industry and food production. It was a pity that currently the little girl was unable to make any sense out of these ideas, even less able to carry out his orders. Even though, the replicas had shown an immense development potential in the area of medical treatment. Even if they were unable to do anything else, as long as they were able to assimilate deadly bacteria or viruses, they could still play a significant part in the rapid anti-inflammatory and disinfection. This so-called ¡°medicament¡± could pave the road for an entirely new era of medical developments. Chapter 208 Chapter 208 ¡°I¡¯m truly a fool¡± After wrapping her wet hair into a towel, Lily went back to her room. Although she had previous accused the Prince of excessively pursuing pleasure, she had to admit, this bathroom thing was indeed¡­ fantastic. Standing underneath the shower and enjoying the ice-cold well water that was washing over her body, sweeping away the sticky and hot feeling of the scorching sun, gave the body a sense of being reborn after a busy day. However, being so carefree after the shower, she felt a hint of a guilty conscience. During the whole day, she had never restraint herself, instead she had given her sharp tongue free reign. But she now had to ask herself, whether or not she should go to His Highness and apologize. ¡°Traitor!¡± ¡°What?¡± Lily lifted the hair glued to her front head. ¡°You obviously do not believe in that ball theory, but now you are the first to evolve your ability,¡± Mystery Moon kneeled on the bed, with her upper body upright and her hand pointing at Lily, ¡°You are a huge liar!¡± Lily rolled her eyes, ¡°Eh, I still do not believe that everything is formed out of small balls¡­ how could that be?¡± ¡°But Nightingale sister had said that your magic has condensed.¡± ¡°That has nothing to do with those balls,¡± She shrugged her shoulders and climbed into the bed grasping Mystery Moon¡¯s hand. ¡°His Royal Highness said that to evolve your magic you don¡¯t have to accept the theory of the balls, as long as you are able to understand your own magic deeply, it is possible that a fundamental change can happen to your magic.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Mystery Moon pouted. ¡°Anyway, that is what he¡¯d said.¡± In the Witch Cooperation Association, Mystery Moon had never been taken seriously, which resulting in her constant lack of self-confidence, was what Lily thought. Which was the complete opposite to how they treated me, after all in times of food shortage having the ability to preserve food is very important. But now I can finally understand your feelings, because since we¡¯ve entered Border Town, my ability had become like chicken ribs, completely useless. She had constantly been afraid of being kicked out of the town, but the result was contrary to her concerns. His Royal Highness, the Prince, although he never assigned any additional task to her, his attitude to her and the other witches wasn¡¯t much different. Perhaps that was also the reason why Mystery Moon had changed, from being cautious out of a feeling of inferiority, to now becoming more and more daring. More than half of her cowering was because Cara had never actually paid any attention to her, even going so far as banning her from using her ability in the camp. ¡°That¡­¡± The Mystery Moon frowned, ¡°How will I ever be able to understand my ability, ah? His Highness had said that the magnetic fields are invisible, even the microscope aren¡¯t help with it, ah.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t ask me; I also don¡¯t understand mine,¡± Lily yawned, ¡°In fact, I only know how my ability looks like, but what His Royal Highness said about those cells, bacteria, fungi¡­ I don¡¯t understand any of that. He also said that he would write a textbook for me,¡± she confessed helplessly, ¡°Spare me, I can¡¯t even read the words.¡± ¡°I also want to become more powerful,¡± Mystery Moon rolled over the bed, ¡±I also want to do more things for His Royal Highness ah!¡± Lily sighed, you¡¯re obviously older, but you¡¯re behaving as if you¡¯re even younger than I am, really now¡­ ¡°Maybe you should go and ask sister Anna.¡± ¡°Ask her?¡± She suddenly stopped rolling. ¡°Yes, you are afraid to even waste the tiniest bit of His Highness time, so the next best thing would be to go ask sister Anna,¡± said Lily, ¡°Within the whole town, with the exception of His Highness Roland, she is the one who will know the most.¡± ¡°But Anna is very busy too, I heard that all the machines in the town are manufactured by her,¡± Mystery Moon said hesitatingly. ¡°So you have to find her and ask during her free time, like after dinner, or ask her to help with heating up the bath water, or even just invite her to take a bath, don¡¯t you have plenty time to ask?¡± The little girl made some suggestions. ¡°What you said¡­ seems to be quite reasonable,¡± Mystery Moon¡¯s eyes lit up. ¡°Then let¡¯s get some sleep; we have to get up early tomorrow.¡± Lily finally untied the towel around her hair, and wiped away the hairs that have fallen into her face. Then finally, she laid her head on the pillow. ¡°You¡¯re the one who¡¯s going to blow the candle.¡± ¡°Well, okay.¡± Mystery Moon climbed to the end of the bed and blew the candle out, ¡°Goodnight.¡± ¡­ The next day, Lily did not go as she usually did to the kitchen or wheat warehouse to practice her ability, but instead sat down at the table and began to learn how to use the microscope. This was the new task given to her by His Highness. Before the arrival of the textbook, she should fully understand the types and shapes of the various kinds of cells and fungi and record their differences. It didn¡¯t matter if she couldn¡¯t write, painting pictures would also be sufficient. And according to His Royal Highness, Anna was also trying to enlarge the microscope¡¯s magnification, in case she could achieve a magnification effect of 400 times, then she could see even the smaller microorganism and bacteria. In the future, her practice content was no longer to keep food fresh. But to try to diversify the body of the mothers and their replicas. Regarding this point, Lily had some problems with comprehending it. Fortunately, His Highness had given her some ideas on what to practice, such as commanding them to mimic the appearance of a single cell, or to use her consciousness to destroy or improve the cells. Of course, this would only be possible if she had a full understanding of all kind of the microscopic life forms. Although Lily did not know if she could achieve this, she at least had to try. What¡¯s more, exploring the unknown world was an interesting thing in itself. She¡¯d worked on it until the evening, at which time Mystery Moon returned with a dejected expression. ¡°What happened?¡± Lily asked curiously, ¡°What did Anna say?¡± ¡°She had said a lot,¡± Mystery Moon threw herself onto the bed, ¡°but I could not understand a word of it. She said that the magnetic field is everywhere and that the reason the compass can indicate direction was because we are inside of a huge magnetic field. Does that mean that my ability is of no use at all? Not to mention the principle of the magnetic field, and the interdependence between moving charged balls and magnetic forces, and that the magnetic field can produce electricity¡­ does all this mean that if I cannot understand the ball theory I also can not progress?¡± She mumbled softly. ¡°Say, am I too stupid?¡± ¡°Somewhat,¡± Lily bluntly answered. ¡°Traitor!¡± ¡­ Wendy was delighted that another sister of the Witch Union had gained a new ability. And Lily¡¯s evolution increased also increased the enthusiasm of the other witches, this evening after the end of the course, several people stayed behind and constantly pestered Scroll with questions, even Maggie, after hearing that she could increase her ability by learning, just squatted down on the chandelier and listened honestly. There was only one person who was exception. When she went to the back of the room, with her ¡°Natural Science Theoretical Foundation¡± book under the arm, she saw Nightingale lying on the table, focusing on something else. Wendy knew that whatever it was had nothing to do with learning. So, she asked, ¡°What are you doing?¡± ¡°Distributing fish, do you want one to eat?¡± Said the Nightingale, while letting a fish dangling out of her mouth, ¡°I just got them from the kitchen.¡± ¡°So many?¡± Wendy was surprised to see the table piled up with golden brown grilled fish, from where a delicious honey odor assaulted her nostrils. ¡°Well, the chef saw that I came every day, so he just baked all the rest, anyway, this food can be contained for a long time.¡± She took out a small bag and put the fish into it. On top of the table already laid five or six similar bags, each of them stuffed to the state of bulging. Wendy suddenly understood what Nightingale was doing; she was preparing rations. The Witch Cooperation Association always had to be prepared to leave the town at a moment¡¯s notice, so they always had to have enough rations and to distribute among themselves, and they would carry their rations within those bags. Along the way, no matter how hungry they became, they could only eat their provisioned rations, in order to avoid a situation where their amount of food became insufficient. But since their arrival at Border Town, with its stable supply of regular meals, together with regular afternoon tea, none of the sisters had continued with it. Of course, for Nightingale, rather than preparing food, it would be more appropriate to call it preparing snacks. ¡°Do not you read the book?¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t understand it anyway, just alone from hearing those theories and theorems my head already becomes dizzy,¡± Nightingale swallowed the dried fish, then laughingly said, ¡°Moreover, my ability is already enough, it doesn¡¯t matter to me if I won¡¯t be able to further evolve it.¡± So, it was like that. Compared to her former self, at present Nightingale¡¯s eyes are sparkling. Within them, there is no reluctance or hesitation, only her incomparable nature. Lost people cannot make such an expression, Wendy thought, Nightingale must have found her goal. Whenever Nightingale has decided on her goal, her firm side,which came from her noble background, would show itself; this was also the case when she had faced Cara. But Wendy did not ask about it, because she truly believed that she would one day see the answer with her own eyes. Chapter 209 Chapter 209 Convenience Market ¡°Stop!¡± At May¡¯s shout, Irene stopped her downward slash at the vitals with the dagger, ¡°You don¡¯t have to look so ferocious, although he is scum wicked beyond redemption, but he is still playing the role of your foster father. So, you have to show some hesitation together within your determination, and in the end you have to show an expression of both relief and peace. Come on, let¡¯s do it one more time.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Irene answered seriously. Since the first performance on the town square, already half a month had passed; she herself did not know, why she still hasn¡¯t left, and instead even took part in the second drama. Today, the cast and crew were rehearsing their third show, ¡°The Diary of a Witch¡±. Merely looking at the script of the play, this stage drama was destined to become something incomparable. Even when reading it for a second time, it was still such a wonderful and captivating story. It was a story that entirely forsook the romance between prince and princess, had a plot about the intrigues of the court, at the same time was full of praise for the courage, friendship and faith of the common people and the witches¡­ Even though she had only read the script, she couldn¡¯t help; but want to applaud the story. This play was also the reason May had claimed, that she decided to stay in town for the time. But the real reason, even she did not know. Irene grabbed the dagger and ferocious stabbed downward, Sam who was playing the role of her foster father released a miserable cry, ¡°You actually¡­¡± Then his head fell to the side at a crooked angle, pretending to be gasping for air. A little exaggerated, May shook her head, ¡°The position she had stabbed you is your chest, how can you have the time to scream and then raise your hand to catch Irene; you will become weak at once. This is the most common form of death, so don¡¯t tell me you had never heard anything about it in drama class!¡±. Sam¡¯s cheeks flushed red: ¡°So-Sorry.¡± ¡°Again,¡± May stated expressionlessly. But Irene¡¯s performance was somewhat differently than May had expected, as long as she mentioned particular problems once, Irene would soon correct them. Whether it was her professional attitude towards the theater or her acting talent, both could be regarded as belong to the top-notch category; it seemed that the title ¡°flower of the theater¡± was not entirely based on the mutual flattery of the actors at the lowest rung. ¡°This time it was superb, with this today¡¯s practice will end here.¡± When the content of this scene was finally expressed smoothly and clear, May clapped her hands, ¡°Ferlin Eltek should soon end his lecture, right? You should also go home and prepare the supper, after all, that something water¡­ ¡± ¡°Tap water,¡± Irene added with a smile. ¡°Uh, that tap water will be installed before dusk, so if you eat too late, then there will no longer be any water to take a bath with.¡± May coughed twice. ¡°Miss May, isn¡¯t the main point we end the rehearsal because Sir Knight does want to meet with you?¡± Rosia covered her mouth to hide her chuckle, ¡°Currently it is still at least one hour until evening.¡± ¡°I heard that Sir Carter is the Prince¡¯s trusted subordinate, he is often within the castle, and also frequently accompanies the Prince,¡± Tina also shouted, ¡°Ah, ah¡­ but as West Borders most dazzling star, you do not lose, wherever you are you attracts all eyes.¡± ¡°You, that¡¯s enough,¡± Irene beckoned them with her hand to stop. ¡°Miss May has not accepted Sir Carter yet.¡± ¡°¡­¡± May raised her brow, could it be that I wasn¡¯t harsh enough in the recent performances? In the beginning, these two people didn¡¯t even dare to breathe loudly in front of me, but now they unexpectedly dare to play a joke on me. It seems that during the following days¡¯ next rehearsal, I will need to provide them with some bitterness to swallow. Otherwise, if it goes on like this, they really won¡¯t match my acting on stage, ¡°I will go first.¡± ¡°Many thanks for your instruction!¡± Irene and the rest of the group lowered their heads in salute. Originally, only a theatrical instructor was eligible to enjoy such a courtesy, but May did not care. She only nodded in response then left the rehearsal room, suddenly feeling the scalding hot outdoor air surrounding her. After going over to the tree at the community center, she sat in its shade and waited. It didn¡¯t take long, before a man quickly walked towards her. It was Carter Lannis, the Chief Knight of the Lord of Border Town. ¡°I hope you didn¡¯t wait for long,¡± Carter siad, touching the back of his head. ¡°It wasn¡¯t long,¡± May smiled faintly, ¡°let¡¯s go.¡± At the first time, when he had invited me out, and I rejected him, he not only did not give up, but instead pensively paid me visits, which was completely inconsistent with the arrogance and indifference he displayed. In the end, he had me confused so much that I stayed. What the other¡¯s interest was, May knew very clearly in her heart, but the thought to settle down in this strange land confused and frightened her at the same time. Even when she had first come to Border Town for Morning Light, she had never had the intention to live here with him for a long time. In the stronghold, she was the moon that all the other drama stars surrounded, but here, there was no difference between her and the other members of the crew, quite the contrary, as Irene, also a teacher, was even more famous than she was. Following the broad street covered in shade, the two walked into the direction of the convenience market in the town center. This town, within one week had completely changed its appearance. Last week, the outside of the district was still bare, but nowadays, it is verdant and lush. As long as it does not rain, they are building almost everyday. If they aren¡¯t repairing the roads, they are building those houses, normally they are even building both at the same time. Even in King¡¯s City, it would be difficult to come across such a lively scene. The convenience market was located in the northern part of the square, which itself was also divided into two regions, it was separated in the middle by a line of parasol trees. On the right was the inexpensive area, with a layout similar to that of other markets, and there were wooden sheds open on all sides, only offering a wooden roof. They were selling some affordable iron tools and agricultural products: The former were things like farm tools, hammers, drills, and nails, while the later were things like eggs, beef, grapes and other food she couldn¡¯t name. They were ordered in different categories these goods were put in front of the stalls and each booth had a person appointed for looking after it. On the left side was the boutique area, its sides was surrounded by brick walls, appearing more like a one-story house. There they sold all kinds of goods, but the prices were much higher so there were fewer people frequenting this area. On her second day at Border Town, she was dragged around by Irene once. If the knight had not said that today there was a new rare product sale, she would rather have gone to the pub to drink two cups of iced wine. After their identity registration finished, the two of them stepped into the boutique area. Here the way of sale was also very strange, the whole market had only one entrance, and all the goods were placed on shelves from where you could freely choose them for yourself. They didn¡¯t accept bargaining, and no one tried to boast about the products. Instead, the prices and commodity introductions were written down on a parchment stuck to their side, after picking their favored items, they had to pay at the door. May noted that the first row on the left had dozens of colored cups, which had the same pattern as she had seen last time, indicating that within one month¡¯s these cups have not been sold at all. In case they were ordinary businessmen, they would be making make a loss. So, she asked, ¡°Was this market truly opened by His Royal Highness?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Carter nodded, ¡°Because of this you can see some incredible merchandises.¡± While speaking, he went to the third row of shelves, ¡°Such as this.¡± ¡°This¡­ was the new rare commodity you were speaking about?¡± May followed the Knight and came to a stop at his side, only to see five or six light yellow boxes on top of the shelf, each was about palm-sized and she couldn¡¯t see what use they had at this time. ¡°This, however, is something His Highness had created himself, and now the castle¡¯s witches ¨C cough, I mean attendants and personal guards, are all using it. Using it during the bath, you can easily remove the difficult to clean grease. After washing with it, you will experience a new kind of freshness. Furthermore, it will also give you a body the fragrance of roses. I dare to swear, that when taking a shower; there is nothing more magical than this. ¡°The Knight solemnly vowed. May turned her eyes aside to look at the parchment, only to see that on top of the tag stood two words: Perfumed Soap. Chapter 210 Chapter 210 Go or stay ¡°Perfumed Soap?¡± She picked one block up and placed it near her nose to smell it, and indeed, she could make out the fragrance of roses. ¡°Yes, it is tough to imagine that to manufacture it, you begin with a thick paste, into which His Royal Highness also added perfume, to make it full of fragrance. May once more subconsciously glanced at the price written on the parchment, with a selling price of 25 silver royals for one block it could be seen as a luxury product, but compared to even more expensive perfumes, the price was clearly set too low. ¡°Are you sure that it¡¯s perfume? When I¡¯d performed in King¡¯s City, there was once a powerful nobleman who gave me three bottles of perfume. Each of those bottles of perfume was only the size of the thumb, but their price was still more than five gold royals. For such a large piece of soap, you have at least add half a bottle of it, right?¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Carter got startled, ¡°Perfume is actually so expensive?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± May gave him a look, ¡°It is one of King¡¯s City Alchemy Association proudest products, except for crystal glass, perfume is their best selling product. I¡¯d heard from other people, that besides the tribute they paid the Royal Family, they were able to let nearly one thousand bottles flow into the market each year. Individuals who can afford such a luxury belong to the upper nobility or are wealthy merchants. In case I hadn¡¯t gotten it as present, it would be absolutely unlikely that I would ever purchase a bottle of perfume which costing as much as my salary from several plays.¡± ¡°But I have seen how His Royal Highness has used the perfume, and it didn¡¯t seem to be a rare material¡­ah¡­ listening to him, it appeared to be made out of sugar cane?¡± Seeing the puzzled look on May¡¯s face, Carter added, ¡°A sugar cane is just like a sweet stick, it is a typical crop of the Fjords, which looks like a stick. When you bite into it, you get a mouthful of sweet water. Currently, it is only planted in the castle¡¯s backyard, but next time when I see His Royal Highness, I will ask him if I can take one out.¡± Once again, it was His Highness the Prince¡­ Since May had come to this town, the name she had heard the most of was Ronald Wimbledon. Whether it was Irene or Cater, whenever they talked about the changes happening in Border Town, they would always mention him. It seemed that His Highness was omniscient and there was nothing he didn¡¯t know. Furthermore, all of these new things had been created by him. Does there really exist such a learned person in the world? She couldn¡¯t believe it, after all, even if they were smart, learning all this knowledge would still require time. Whether it was in King¡¯s City or Longsong Stronghold, the people that were recognized as scholars were all old men with white hair. The folk of the Western Territory even had the phrase: ¡®The longer the beard, the broader the knowledge¡¯. But the Prince was only twenty years old, so how could it be that he knew all these things? Even when thinking this way, May¡¯s face still showed her usual expression, ¡°No, if it could be used to make perfume, it has to be a very rare crop. Especially the perfume formula, that could be sold to any Alchemic workshop for an incredibly high price. You must never make discreet inquiries about this to His Highness, even in case you see it, you shouldn¡¯t speak about it.¡± ¡°All right,¡± Carter said and took a handkerchief, putting four pieces of soap into it. ¡°Will you really buy so many of them?¡± ¡°The most a person can buy are two of these. So we will pretend to buy them separately and when we leave I will give them all to you ¨C let¡¯s first leave before you start disagreeing.¡± The knight raised his hand to interrupt May who wanted to say something, ¡°When I use mine up, I can still go to His Highness to ask for new ones, but when they are sold out here, you never know when they will get new goods. So, by taking these four, you can use them for a very long time.¡± When May saw her counterpart¡¯s serious expression, it seemed as if her heart suddenly started burning. And for a long time, she just pursed her lips, not saying another word, just silently watched how the knight wrap up the perfume soup. ¡°Since we are already here let¡¯s look at some other commodities,¡± he laughingly said as he held the bundle. ¡­ When she returned to her ¡°home¡± in Border Town, the outside skies had already become dim. The last light of the day falling through the curtain decorated the room with a touch of orange. Since she had stayed to perform the second drama, May had received the same set of rooms as Irene. Although it wasn¡¯t very large, it was still fully furnished. After placing the novelty goods she¡¯d bought from the convention market one by one on the table, there was in addition to the four perfumed soaps along with a bottle of wine. This bottle of wine and the common wine found in pubs were different. It had almost no color and was instead pure and transparent with no difference to water. She remembered that according to the products description it was called White Liquor, having a higher concentration of alcohol, it wasn¡¯t suitable to be ingested in larger amounts. ¡®White Liquor¡¯, she smiled, looking at it from its outer appearance, it really suited its name. Pulling out the wooden cork, May poured herself a cup. Raising the cup, a burst of flavor hit her face and entered her nose directly, making her frown. However, after the first strong scent, a bouquet of delicious flavors entered her nose, they were sweet and mellow, not like the inferior watered wine from the taverns. As a result of devoting herself to acting and the high amount of attention that gathered, May seldom went to the pubs. When a play became a great success, and the theater collective went to celebrate, only then would she follow them to go drink two cups of wine. Making sure that she never reached the state of becoming drunk where she¡¯d be unable to speak as she had witnessed numerous actors who got so drunk that they forgot all sense of self-control. Instead, she was always controlling her drinking so that it would never affect her mind. However, today May had a strong impulse to want to get drunk. Otherwise, she would have never bought such expensive Liquor against Carter¡¯s advice. Wanting to try the story she had heard from other actors, that when they got drunk, they would be able to shield of all distraction and concerns, seeing the true answer that lay at the bottom of their heart. May closed his eyes, raised the cup to her head and poured the drink into her mouth. Immediately a hot spicy sensation exploded in her throat, causing her to directly spurt out the liquor again, and to cough out until tears arose. Hell, is this thing really wine? Waiting until the burning sensation had completely faded, she bit her lip and tried once more ¨C this round; she only dared to take a sip of the liquor. Once again, a spicy flavor appeared, but this time it was followed by an intense richness and mellowness when those two flavors mixed together, she actually couldn¡¯t say if it was a good drink, but it brought a kind of strange sensation with it. Around a quarter of an hour later, May felt a dizzy feeling overlaying her mind. She took a fist-sized box from her pocket and opened its lid, and saw herself in a bright mirror. This mirror was different from her previous bronze mirrors or the thin silver mirrors, its surface was smooth without a scratch and her reflection was was very clear, presumably making it very valuable. Within this mirror, May could see her flushed cheeks and her confused eyes. It was a gift given by the Knight as they parted, she¡¯d wanted to refuse, but the other side had turned away so fast that he hadn¡¯t given her the opportunity to give it back. As he walked away, he once more turned around and waved goodbye to her. Speaking earnestly, when Carter Lannis shut his mouth, his appearance can absolutely be regarded as being impeccable. But if he wasn¡¯t such a chatterbox, I might not have stayed behind. So, should she really take root here? Far away from the bustling city, starting once more in this remote town, where beside the few people in the crew, no one else knew her identity¡­ The fear of the unknown only made it harder for her to make up her mind. May put the letter on the table she had received several days ago, and spread it out ¨C it had been forwarded to her by the Prince and Irene, the writer was Longsong Manager Petrov. From the letter, she learned that the stronghold theater had announced that her current whereabouts were unknown and that Petrov hoped that she would soon return to Longsong Stronghold to continue her performance. His Highness the Prince hadn¡¯t concealed this news and instead given her the right to choose. After draining the rest of the cup, May¡¯s vision gradually became dizzy. She staggered to the desk, spread out a piece of paper and began writing a reply. Within her overlapping surging train of thoughts, she saw the stronghold theater, Irene, Ferlin Eltek, the thundering cheer of the crowd in the town square, and those third-rate actors who lost their self-control after performing together with her. Eventually, these images all slowly faded, leaving only the memory of Carter Lannis behind, as he invited her with a grin. ¡°Hello, Miss May, may I have a drink with you?¡± Chapter 211 Chapter 211 Light Industry Roland sat at his desk and was reading with great interest through the recent report of the First Army from his Chief Knight. Compared to his meticulous appearance from several months ago, nowadays Carter¡¯s iceberg like face often carried some other emotions, letting him appear much less calm, and instead giving him an aura of expectation and eagerness. Most probably this has something to do with the Star of the West, Roland thought. About the event of Carter¡¯s and May¡¯s recent stroll, Roland had also heard about it. After all, as one of the top members of the First Army, he also represented the Army, so every movement would naturally be noticed. Not to mention May, the woman walking at his side, belonged to the kind that would draw the attention of all men to herself. When they had appeared side by side on the streets of Border Town for the first time, his guards had immediately passed along the news to his ears. Regarding this kind of matter, Roland didn¡¯t really mind it. Carter was roughly two to three years older than he was. So it was reasonable to say that it was a strange that he still wasn¡¯t married. And if he could actually find his other half in the Western Territory it wasn¡¯t that bad, as long as it didn¡¯t interfere with his work. According to the Knight¡¯s report, the First Army had been equipped with about 200 revolving rifles, adding almost a dozen with every day ¨C in fact, if the raw materials were sufficient, Anna¡¯s production capacity could be increased by several times. But at the same time she was also in charge of the refining pig iron into steel and manufacturing the steam engine, which was slowing her down. However, this speed was still acceptable. After all, the First Army was only 600 people strong, so another one and a half month would be enough to entirely replace all their weapons. Furthermore, before the next expansion of the population, the military¡¯s size couldn¡¯t be further expanded anyway. Another point of the report was the formation of the Second Army. In order to make the training convenient as well as maintain their secrecy, Roland had the people recruited from Longsong Stronghold all incorporated into the second army. Currently, they were all undergoing disciplinary training, which followed the same pattern as the military¡¯s training. Then it would be time for ideological education in the evening, in the attempt to let these people as soon as possible think of themselves at the protector of the Western Territory, implanting in them the believe that their loved ones¡¯ safety needed to be protected by them. ¡°At present, the training of the Second Army is progressing well; the current estimation is that they should be ready to start with the shooting practice in a week. By that time, enough weapons should have been replaced making it possible to have a flintlock to match every hand.¡± Carter concluded. This was the advantage of guns, to train a cold weapon soldier, at least one year¡¯s time was needed; to teach a knight, five or six years had to be spent on training; while soldiers equipped with guns could already be dispatched on military missions after only a month of training. Furthermore, the longer a battle lasted, the bigger advantage of firearms became ¨C after all, pulling a trigger was much safer than fighting with a sword. ¡°During the shooting practice, the supervisors have to pay attention to the number of guns, how many have been given away and how many of them come back. The same applied to the gunpowder, when it was distributed for the training, the veterans of the First Arm would be responsible for its supervision. ¡°Yes,¡± he nodded. ¡°Very well,¡± Roland dismissed him with a wave. ¡°That was all; you must be busy now as well.¡± ¡°Uh, Your Highness¡­¡± Carter hesitated. ¡°Last time you said that the perfume mixed with the soap was made out of sugar cane, was that true?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the Prince said, sitting up in his chair. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? ¡°That sugarcane, is it expensive?¡± ¡°No¡­ they are just some common crops.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard people say that a thumb-sized bottle of perfume could be sold for five gold royals in King¡¯s City,¡± Carter scratched his head, ¡°If this is the case, shouldn¡¯t manufacturing the sugarcane perfume bring a huge income to the town?¡± ¡°Five gold royals?¡± Roland got startled; he had never considered this point. Recalling the previous life in the palace, the 4th Prince had never cared about the price of commodities, it was even more the case with perfume, something with which he had less contact ©¤only women would prefer a trinket that only delivered a nice fragrance. His initial motivation to make perfume was his wish for fine perfumed soap. Otherwise, by only having running water and no bathroom soap, it felt like there was something that was missing. Ah, the sensation of having his whole body covered with bubbles. If a small bottle of perfume could be sold for several gold royals, it was indeed a pretty good business idea. Unlike coated mirrors, the raw material of sugar cane and flowers were much cheaper than crystal glass was. Thinking it through, Roland laughed, ¡°This idea isn¡¯t bad, I will consider it.¡± ¡°His Royal Highness, the¡­ sugar cane, can I take one out of the castle with me?¡± asked the Knight with a look full of expectation. ¡°It won¡¯t hurt,¡± hearing him speak in this manner, Roland could immediately guessed as to what he wanted to do with it. After all, this was the Western Border, unlike the Port of Clearwater, the crops of the Fjord¡¯s relatively rare here. So it was a good choice as a gift when asking a lady from the West out, ¡°They are growing on a wall in the backyard, just pick some for yourself.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Highness!¡± Carter saluted. Afterward, Roland called for Barov ¨C still calling him assistant minister wasn¡¯t quite appropriate anymore. As City Hall¡¯s number one figure, he was already regarded as Border Town¡¯s Premier Minister. After Barov took his place, Roland roughly described the perfume business plan, ¡°Do you think this could be something we can earn large sums of gold with?¡± He did not reply immediately, but later asked with wide open eyes, ¡°Your Highness, are you sure that perfume is produced out of the sweet crops?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you also use the perfumed soap? The reason for it fragrance is that I had mixed the perfume inside,¡± Roland spread his hands out, ¡°It is indeed true that these raw materials are of little value. But I never knew that the perfume in King¡¯s City was so expensive until Carter brought it up.¡± ¡°Far more than that, your Highness!¡± Barov said excitedly, ¡°Perfume is King¡¯s City Alchemist Workshop¡¯s top-secret product, every year there are approximately one thousand bottles, only a small part of it is sold in King¡¯s City. The rest is sold to the others cities in Graycastle, there they can raise the price by twenty to thirty percent, but in case they sell it to the Fjords or other Kingdoms, the price would almost be doubled. To prevent the merchants from making a profit out of the difference in prices, the association not only firmly controls the perfume prices in other places; they even assign all the merchants by themselves. So in case you can could produce perfume, even if you only sold it to Redwater City or Fallen Dragon Ridge, you would definitely obtain a generous payback.¡± ¡°So, that¡¯s how it was.¡± Your twenty years serving as an assistant of the Finance Minister wasn¡¯t for nothing, Roland thought, regarding the commodity prices and current market situation, Barov is indeed magnificent. With this information, Roland formed a preliminary plan in his mind. There were many ways to make perfume, the simplest method was to mash the petals or herbs with unique flavors and let them soak inside alcohol, letting the alcohol dissolve the plants, and leaving an aromatic oil remaining. Lastly, the remaining remnants will be filtered out and diluted with water. The alcohol came from the juice of the sugar cane; while for the aromatic oil they could use roses, or the more commonly rosemary and vanilla. However, since it was necessary to achieve mass production, the best choice would be to let Leaves use her magic to transform a plant to directly secreting this fragrant oil. In addition to perfume, the industry could also produce white sugar and liquor. Also, a lot of consumables would be needed, and their profit would be less than what was gained from the perfume, but if sold to the town¡¯s people at a low price, it would enrich their diet, which could be regarded as a significant step forward for the people¡¯s welfare. Roland¡¯s main reason for the slow development of the light industry was due to the shortage of a workforce, and the difficult to earn high profits with a small-scale production of daily necessities. Because of this, a limited population investing into heavy industry production, would be the most cost-effective approach. Since the manufacture of perfume was incredibly profitable, maybe he could take advantage of this opportunity to make up for the shortcoming in environment. Chapter 212 Chapter 212 Caravan and new information It was already the second month of summer, and as scheduled, Margaret arrived on the day of midsummer. This time, the amount of ships brought by the business group was far more than the pier could accommodate, so many boats now had to dock by the river and wait for the other ships that were in front of them to finish unloading, and allow them to access the pier for themselves. This caused Roland to realize that the town¡¯s pier would have to be expanded. This month, Graycastle Industrial Company has finally completed their task, by reducing the scrapping rate to forty percent, they had successfully produced three steam engines for the day of delivery. Although compared to the current third generation used in Border town, the ones the factory produced for foreign trade were lacking in power, leaked air, were noisy, rattled and had other aspects that made them of a much lower quality. But compared to the former number of produced machines, it was still a great deal of progress. The Crescent Moon Bay Caravan brought an artisan team of three hundred as had been arranged. Roland placed all of them in the industrial park at the southern side of the Redwater River. In addition to building a new wooden factory besides the original plant, he also ordered Karl to build an employee dormitory near the river. So that they could finish these facilities within a month, all the the huge logs needed were transported to the scene and then cut by Anna along with Karl¡¯s technical guidance. Like this, the originally most time consuming task of processing the wood was completed in just two days. When Teacher Karl saw Anna¡¯s new ability he was stunned, in just six months, this weak and quiet girl had become so self-confident and seemed to always be in high spirits. At the castle, Roland held a sumptuous dinner, welcoming the arrival of the business group. At the same time, it was also the first time that White Liquor appeared in their line of sight. ¡°Every time we come here you will have developed new stuff, Margaret really did not lie to me,¡± Hogg yelled, ¡°even the wine is so out of the ordinary¡­this¡­¡° ¡°White Liquor,¡± Margaret reminded. ¡°Yes, white liquor! Compared with this ale and wine are absolutely bland and tasteless,¡° and with a grin, Hogg tossed the cup of liquor down. ¡°Your Highness, this stuff, you must sell me a few boxes of it.¡± ¡°I think its flavor is too hot, or with to say it differently, the fruit wine is more suitable for me,¡± the businesswoman smiled and shook her head. Roland smiled, ¡°That has to do with personal preferences, the high concentration of distilled liquor isn¡¯t with everyone taste. I also don¡¯t plan to spread it out, but since I happened to have made some, I thought I could let everyone have a taste.¡± In this era brewing and drinking wine was still the mainstream, but distilling alcohol clearly offered a great potential to open up a new market. Like the White Liquor, Rum, Whiskey, and Vodka were all distilled spirits with higher alcohol content. And together with these distilled spirits, they also came the corresponding string attached to the bartending culture. However, for the present, it was still too early to open up this industry in Border Town. ¡°Your Highness, I have brought some news with me according the matter you mentioned in your previous letter,¡± Margaret began, ¡°Now, after the Church has taken over the Kingdom of Endless Winter, they haven¡¯t brought up many changes. Currently they are facing a very strong resistance of the Wolfsheart Kingdom. Because of this they have gathered all their troops at the Broken Tooth Castle, but even with them they have not been able to take a step forward during the last two months. In addition, the Kingdom of Dawn has sent a message to Graycastle, that the Church goal should be to eliminate the witches, instead they want to take over the Four Kingdoms. They suggested that the two countries should establish an alliance, expelling the forces of Church out of the kingdom, and jointly fighting against the Holy City of Hermes.¡± ¡°How did the King¡¯s City respond?¡± Roland asked ¡°The Kingdom¡¯s Prime Minister, Marquis Wyke, has immediately refused this proposal, and even denounced the other side for speaking nonsense.¡± Margaret shrugged her shoulders, ¡°This matter has caused a large commotion in King¡¯s City; even the nobility is unable to reach a consistent view. As far as I know, many people are in support of the idea of an alliance. After all, at present, the Church hasn¡¯t shown a sign that they will return the sovereignty to the successor to the Kingdom of Eternal Winter. ¡°Did Timothy not step forward?¡± ¡°The answer was certainly to incite Timothy, at the moment he himself is rushing with his army to the East,¡± Margaret showed a somewhat dignified expression. ¡°I heard that there was a massive fleet east of the Seawind Region, which attacked and looted the eastern coast. They stopped at nothing, even the churches hadn¡¯t been spared and there were also many merchants of the Fjords who met with disaster.¡± ¡°Many people have now become fugitives in the Eastern Region, Hogg and I have already given shelter to many of them.¡± Margaret then added, ¡°They said that the looters were no longer only snatching just money. Nowadays they are even taking people with them, and after everything that could be moved was taken, they would burn everything that was left down. It seems that they want to turn the whole eastern territory into a white land. This is absolutely a severe blow to the eastern aristocracy who had recently been subdued by Timothy.¡± Normally, hearing that Timothy was suffering under massive attack should be a joyous message, but when he heard that the other side even captured the population, Roland¡¯s heart was hit by waves of pain, ¡°Those who were able to escape¡­¡± ¡°Are you interested in them?¡± Margaret lightly smiled, ¡°After reading the letter, I already guessed that you might want to buy a large number of slaves to enrich the workforce in your territory. However, compared with the foreign refugees from the Kingdom of Endless Winter and the Wolfsheart Kingdom, the refugees of Graycastle may not be willing to sell themselves into slavery. ¡°I do not need them as slaves. As long as these people are willing to come to Border Town and settle down, there will be food and housing for them, and they will also be paid for their labour.¡± Roland corrected, he also realized that this was a good opportunity to expand his number of people, even though the news arrived slightly late. ¡°How many people are there?¡± ¡°Most of the robust and powerful refugees have already been taken in by the nobility and caravans, but there should still be nearly ten thousand people gathered outside of King¡¯s City, however, most of them are younglings or women.¡± ¡°Well, I¡¯ll still send someone on the way to screen them,¡± the Prince said. ¡°In case I want to take them, do I need to deal with the officials of King¡¯s City?¡± ¡°No, you don¡¯t,¡± Margaret waved her hand to emphasise her words, ¡°They will be ever grateful to have someone take those people away. Otherwise the food they have won¡¯t be enough. In the event that the number continues to increase, it might even become possible that the food shortage could lead to riots.¡± ¡­ After the dinner, Roland returned to his office and called for Theo, his personal guard. This incident made him aware of how backwards his intelligence system currently was. If he had received knowledge about the refugee problem immediately, he could have done the preparations earlier. In the end allowing him to bring even more people to Border Town. At present his understanding of the outside world laid only on the information he got from the caravans that arrived once a month, and a rate like that was simply unable to meet with his demands. Even with his stationed army in Longsong Stronghold, which had been establishment as a relay post. he could only monitor the Western Region. If he really wanted to compete for the throne of Graycastle, he would have to extend his intelligence network to cover the whole kingdom, or even better, the whole of the mainland. Right now, Roland did not have a sufficient number of loyal and devoted subordinates that he could use to establish a complete intelligence network, not to mention sending spies to all parts of the country to work as his secret agents. Therefore, he first started with laying down the foundation by sending some people over to King¡¯s City, and let them collect information from the city and the outer regions. It wasn¡¯t needed that they start with detailed monitoring, but this way he could still at least receive a rough understanding of the overall situation and wouldn¡¯t have to be passive any longer as with today. Being aware of Theo¡¯s influence on King¡¯s City¡¯s black street rats, the prince knew that he was the best candidate for the job. ¡°You want me to follow the caravan to King¡¯s City?¡± Theo gawked in disbelief. ¡°That¡¯s right; you will have two duties. Your first mission is to meet up with the refugees of the Eastern Region. I will send a group of one hundred or so soldiers with you who will be in charge of the escorting them back to Border Town. I will inform you later about the specific conditions of the screening, but that will still be before the caravan leaves. ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Second, when the flood of refugees has calmed down, you will stay behind in King¡¯s City and starts to collect information from everywhere in the city for me. Since you¡¯re are already used to dealing with the underground rats, you should be clear about how you have to go through with it. Furthermore, Margaret¡¯s caravan will be fully supporting you, in case a tasks requires you to spend some money you can go to her. Compared with your task of going to Redwater City to spread the news about the witches, this time your funds will have no upper limit.¡± He then put a revolver on the table, ¡°Pay attention, and protect yourself, I hope that I to hear some good news from you soon.¡± Chapter 213 Chapter 213 The paddler blueprint Four days later, the merchant fleet set sails leaving the docks. Theo and one hundred members of the First Army went along with the ship, setting out to King¡¯s City. During these days, Roland and Margaret had come to an agreement, Theo could come to her shop to request any amount of gold royals. The amount would then be deducted from the price of the steam engines, in addition, Roland also needed to pay an additional one percent of interest. This time the amount of saltpeter and ore was two times that of the previous transport, but with the deposit for the transformation of steamboats, Roland had still received more than 2200 gold royals. Which was a monthly sales income Ronald almost wouldn¡¯t even dare to dream of during the Months of Demons ¨C even by selling one month of ore, he would also only have gotten an income of three hundred gold royals. When the caravan had left, Maggie¡¯s day for temporally leaving Border Town had also arrived. In accordance with the agreement made with Ashes, she would travel to the islands in the Fjords, bringing them news about the West. Roland wrote an especially long letter which Maggie had to take along. In addition to expressing his wish for cooperation, he hoped that the 5th Princess could dispatch some auxiliary witches who could come and help him. In the letter, he did not address himself as her brother but as the Lord of Border Town and now after killing Duke Ryan, Lord of the Western Territory. Although the possibility that the other side would go along with his requests was minuscule, he still wanted to give it a try ¨C anyway, spending some time writing a few more words wasn¡¯t an effort at all. The farewell took place in the castle¡¯s backyard, all of the witches were present. Nightingale gave her a small bag of dried fish; while Lightning gave her a package of ground pepper. The other witches were also reluctant to part, they all stepped forward to caress and stroke her feathers, and hugged her goodbye ¨C acting the same as if it was time for a battle and they could be parted forever. ¡°Rest assured, goo,¡± Maggie said, raising her head. ¡°I¡¯ll be back soon, goo!¡± ¡°What if Tilly does not allow you to come back?¡± Lightning asked worriedly. ¡°Goo¡­¡± The pigeon shrank her neck and pondered over it for a while, then shook her feathers. ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll just sneak back, goo!¡± ¡°Then we have come to an agreement,¡± the little girl promised earnestly, ¡°If you come back, I¡¯ll personally catch a bunch of birds and roast them for you to eat. There is also the honeycomb we discovered last time; I will wait for you to come back so that we can pull it out together.¡± ¡°Goo!¡± She nodded again and again, ¡°has reached an agreement goo!¡± What good words could I say? Roland standing at the side was also overtaken with emotion. It has only been a month, but Maggie has already become one of us. Well done, Lighting! ¡°Well, Good-bye everyone goo!¡± Maggie flapped her big wings, after running a few steps she slowly rose up, circled them two times then gradually disappeared into southeastern horizon. ¡°She will reach the island smoothly.¡± When Roland saw the small point slowly disappear, he couldn¡¯t help but worry about her. ¡°Yes, there won¡¯t be any problems,¡± Lightning agreed without hesitation, then crooked her head, ¡°there shouldn¡¯t be¡­ right?¡± After sending Maggie away, Roland quickly went back inside, busying himself with the daily work. This time, he wanted to draw the complete set of plans for the conversion of the two ships for the Crescent Moon Bay Caravan ¨C they would be the world¡¯s first steam-powered paddle-ships. Due to them using a single power source, it was not needed to change the trunk, directly connecting the steam powered paddle to the wheel. Using some roots to control the intake of the air pipeline, and with that also controlling the ship. To slow or stop the boat, it would only be needed to close the inlet pipe, while the excess steam would leak from the exhaust port. During the stopping procedure, the fire would still continue to burn, making it very easy to drive forward again. The principle behind the plan wasn¡¯t complicated, so Roland was able to draw out a rough model fairly quickly. In case he wanted to get an accurate production drawing, he would have to go to the dock to measure the precise size of the boats. At this time, Anna entered the office, carrying a book. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Roland put the goose writing brush down while being unable to restrain a smile. ¡°I finished this book,¡± with this words she put the book with the title ¡°Theoretical Foundation of Natural Science¡± down on his desk. Seeing this, Roland¡¯s smile suddenly became somewhat stiff; this was simply too exaggerated! Just within a few months, she was able to read the complete mathematical and physical knowledge of high school level? He didn¡¯t even need to ask if his counterpart had understood everything, because when Anna spoke of reading she meant complete understanding, or she would certainly take another look, or simply come to ask him. ¡°Are you drawing the blueprints for replacing the sail with a steam engine as a power source?¡± Anna¡¯s attention was quickly attracted to the sketch laying on the table, ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± ¡°Are these two wheels similar to rowing puddles? When they rotate, they can produce a pushing force, but half of them are exposed, which is a huge waste of power. So why not just completely immerse them in the water?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland stared at her with his mouth wide open, not knowing how to reply. Since people who are born with knowledge do not exist, does that mean, that just by looking at the scratches she was able to make this judgment within these few moments? Thinking about this possibility suddenly rose his interest, ¡°Then can you tell me how you would improve it?¡± For a moment Anna pondered about it, then she raised the brush and began to draw on the paper. Roland supported his chin with his hand while appreciating with keen interest her carefully drawing attempt ¨C her bangs fastened with his hair clip swayed back and forth with her every move. Her long slender eyelashes beat twice and her white cheeks revealed a natural rosy tint to them. Although, from this angle he could only see the side of her face, but in contrast to the bright background, her profile from the bridge of her nose to her chin and on to the neck formed a perfect and gentle curve. ¡°Do you want to eat some fish?¡± Nightingale scrambled over and put her hands between the two. ¡°En,¡± Anna nodded and took the offered snack. ¡°Thank you.¡± When his line of sight was blocked, Roland coughed twice and then had to look back to those paintings on the desk once more. Initially, Anna had tried to completely embedded the wheel in the water. However, this way meant it would become difficult to observe the wheel¡¯s position when it came close to the shore, making it easy for it to hit the pier or the dock. She then put the wheel at the back end of the ship ¨C which was the standard practice, but with this the transmission setting became much more complex, after all, the bulky steam engine was not suitable to be placed at the end of the hull. In that way, the drive shaft and gearbox would end up occupying quite a huge part of the hull. When Roland saw drawings of her newest concept, he once again couldn¡¯t help himself from exclaiming in admiration for his counterparts keen thinking capability. The sketch Anna was currently considering came infinitesimally close to the single-axis propeller layout; the steam engine was set at the bottom of the hull and the drive shaft extended out of the hull to below the waterline. To its end, she had connected four square blades, which gave it an appearance that was similar to a windmill. ¡°I do not know if it can be done this way,¡± she hesitated. ¡°but, it¡¯s reasonable to say that by keeping the paddle at tilt, it can produce horizontal pushing force. However, by reducing the wheel to our blades, I do not know if it can generate enough power to move the ship.¡± ¡°Of course it would be possible, it just needs a slight modification.¡± Roland took the quill out of Anna¡¯s hand, and draw the propeller¡¯s original design, ¡°Compared to a windmill shape, this shape of the blade is more suitable for rotating within the water. Your train of thought is entirely correct, but the contractual requirement is to transform the ship into a paddler, so we will still keep with the first method ¨C this has nothing to do with technology, it is simply a business strategy.¡± He paused and then asked,¡± I¡¯m going to measure the hull, do you want to come with me? ¡± Anna blinked her blue eyes, ¡°Uh-huh!¡± Mastering the theory and then putting it into practice, is the best way to learn. ¡­ ¡°Nightingale?¡± When Anna followed the Prince to the door, she saw that Nightingale was still looking at those blueprints on the table, making it unable for her to not open her mouth. ¡°Ah, you can go first, I¡¯ll come around immediately.¡± While holding the sketches in her hand Nightingale repeatedly compared them, coming to the conclusion: Didn¡¯t they just change the position where the wheel is placed? Chapter 214 Chapter 214 The travel to King¡¯s City The merchant fleet followed a branch of the Redwater River on its way north and after passing Silver City entered into the Grand Canal to King¡¯s City. Theo remembered that he had once read in the ¡°Chronicles of Graycastle¡± that two hundred years ago, everything around here had been a wasteland. In order to transport the mined silver in the nearby mines back to King¡¯s City, Wimbledon I had summoned stonemasons and nearly ten thousand handymen. After 20 time-consuming years spent digging, they finally opened a direct connection between the silver mines and King¡¯s City. However, during the construction process a new city had also gradually formed itself around the silver mines, which was then later named Silver City by the late king. But the scene that unfolded itself in front of him was completely different from the view of 200 years ago; this was no longer a wasteland. Instead, both sides had now been covered with lush farmland, that slowly transformed itself into a village. Seeing this scene made Theo think of the Kingdom Avenue which connected Border Town and Longsong Stronghold. When that road was finished, he believed that the surroundings hills would also become more densely populated. ¡°I heard you that you have previously already lived in King¡¯s City?¡± Suddenly a woman¡¯s voice sounded from behind him. When Theo turned his head, he saw that the voice belonged to Margaret, the owner of the caravan, he nodded, ¡°Before I became a palace guard, I have been living in the inner city.¡± ¡°How do you feel about returning to your old home?¡± ¡°Honestly speaking, not bad,¡± he said, ¡°if it were not for the order of His Royal Highness, I¡¯d rather stay in Border Town. Although King¡¯s City seems to be such a lively place, it makes people develop a suffocating feeling living there.¡± Which is particularly the case because of the lower nobility, Theo thought. ¡°Is that so?¡± Margaret smiled, ¡°how much do you know about His Highness Roland?¡± ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Hearing this question let his heart slightly shiver with cold. ¡°I think he is really an incredible person. Of course, many bad rumors are flowing around in King¡¯s City, you also should have heard a lot of them. However, in Border Town¡­ it is nothing like those rumors said, his behavior and ideas are unpredictable,¡± she paused, ¡°If the steam engine was accomplished through his knowledge and skills, why then, are even the soldiers trained by him so out of the ordinary?¡± Speaking of the First Army, Theo glanced in the direction of the soldiers who were sitting on the deck ¨C taking into account that their activities in King¡¯s City had to be hidden as much as was possible; they were not equipped with guns, nor were they wearing a unified military uniform. Instead, their armor had been replaced with all sorts of different leather armors, and the only weapons they carried were the wooden spears on their back, they looked just any other caravan guard. For most of them, it was the first time that they were away from the Western Territory, and because of this, they were all curiously looking around and talked with each other about what they saw, but no one had yet taken off his shoes or laid down on their arms. On the other hand, the mercenaries of the caravan, to avoid the sun many of them had left the deck and went into the cabin, leaving only three or four people behind on the deck who in turn have taken off their shoes and laid flat in the shade with their hands stretched out beside their body. ¡°I am not quite clear,¡± Theo reluctantly answered. It wasn¡¯t that he was trying to hide something, it was simply that he didn¡¯t know the answer ¨C after coming to Border Town, the 4th Prince had become very different compared to his former self, ¡°Probably His Royal Highness from before was just a disguise.¡± ¡°Is it¡­?¡± Margaret said nothing more, keeping silent for a moment and then she suddenly reached out with her hand and pointed in the distance. ¡°Look, that¡¯s the city wall. We will be arriving soon.¡± At the end of his field of vision he could make out a fuzzy natural gray, just by standing here and looking, he could already feel the magnificence of the city walls ¨C the city walls were the most outstanding work of the stonemason guild before they were dissolved. Both its height and thickness were second to none in the Kingdom of Graycastle. He had even heard that the walls had rooms and channels that offered places for nearly a thousand soldiers to rest. Making it possible to guarantee an uninterrupted patrol and fast support. When the walls became clear for Theo to see, the figures of the fugitives also entered his field of vision. A large number of civilians had gathered in the outskirts of King¡¯s City. They had built simple sheds along the walls. In front of those sheds, many fires were burning, sending white smoke into the air, they were all seemingly boiling rice porridge. For now, these people had not yet run out of food, and their facial expressions were also still good. But King¡¯s City would certainly not support them with free food forever, as soon as the aristocrats had selected their workforce, they would send their troops to drive these people away. ¡°How do you plan to go through with your task?¡± Margaret asked curiously, ¡°Will you sent out the soldiers given to you by His Highness to pull the people in by propaganda?¡± ¡°No, such a plan would have a low efficiency. Moreover, it would be very easy to come to the unwanted attention of others,¡± Theo shook his head. ¡°If you want to get something done in King¡¯s City you either bribe an official or hire the rats, about this you should already have a profound understanding of. ¡°Sure,¡± she laughed, ¡°I wanted to help you with one or two words, but it seems it is unnecessary. So, if there is a need for money, just come to me.¡± Margaret handed him a sign, ¡°As long as you reveal this, one of my shop managers will immediately contact me. Of course, everything under 100 gold royals can be directly taken.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Theo took the token ¨C it was a deep red stone, engraved with some lines he had never seen before. ¡°There is no need to be so polite,¡± she chuckled. ¡°The money will be repaid to me by His Highness, with interest.¡± After arriving at the canal¡¯s pier, Theo ordered the soldiers of the First Army to stay on the outskirts and wait for news of him. Their only current task was to avoid the sight of King¡¯s City patrols as well as they could, while Theo himself entered the city together with the caravan. At the gate, he noted that the inspection of the guards had become a lot stricter than before. Apparently, they didn¡¯t want any of the fugitives, who were able to escape from the East to enter the city. After entering the city, the first thing that came to his eyes was a row of towering gallows. Hanging on them were four women with their hands tied on their back, releasing an awful stench due to their expose to the scorching sun. Seeing such a scene let Theo immediately frown. ¡°Timothy is performing witch hunts in the city, and they are the unfortunates who get caught,¡± Margaret sighed, ¡°but that is not accurate, of some of the witches the nobility just got bored, they just took advantage of this opportunity. It¡¯s hard to say what is better, continuing to be imprisoned in a dark room without light, or being freed from the pain as soon as possible¡­ No matter what, I wish for them that they can rest in peace.¡± During the last half year at Border Town, Theo had realized that witches were not as unforgivable as the Church had preached and that except for their strange abilities, there was no difference between them and ordinary people. Looking at the bodies of the women hanging on the gallows he could determine that the smallest had only been around fourteen to fifteen-years-old. When he realised this, it suddenly felt like as if his heart was being pressed together, immediately returning the suffocating feeling. Apart from the refugees outside of King¡¯s City, little else had changed within half a year. Beside the main road which led to the city gate, that was paved with blue stones, all the other side roads and alleys were made out of mud. Now, under the hot summer sun the ground was covered with cracks, and whenever a carriage passed by a burst of yellow dust would rise up from it. It was hard to imagine that the capital city of the kingdom unexpectedly was outdone by the municipal constructions of a desolated small town just outside of the western border. After crossing two streets, in one line the caravan entered the market area. Instead of following, Theo waved goodbye to Margaret and turned walking on his own into an alley. Arriving at the familiar entrance of the ¡°underground trumpeter¡± tavern, he immediately pushed the door open and went inside. ¡°Hey! The tavern will only open at night!¡± Someone shouted. Theo ignored them and directly went to the bar, facing the strong man who busied himself with earnestly wiping a wine glass: ¡°Still remember me?¡± ¡°From under which stone did you jump up grasshopper, didn¡¯t you hear that the pub only opens at night?¡± He impatiently put down the glass, raised his gloomy face, while two waiters also came over to encircle him, stopping their table and chair arranging, ¡°Now I will count till three ¨C Th-Sir Theo? ¡°It¡¯s me,¡± Theo spat to the side. ¡°I have a good business deal I want to offer you.¡± Chapter 215 Chapter 215 Skeleton Fingers Theo was brought to the second floor of the small house; the brawny man had told the waiters to continue cleaning then shut the door. These rooms were usually used to entertain those customers with special needs, but for only twenty-five copper royals a night, the environment wasn¡¯t very elegant. Within the room, there was an unpleasant moldy smelling and a narrow bed, with a bedding on top which was so crumpled as if it hadn¡¯t been washed or taken out to the sun to dry for a very long time. The cracked table was missing a corner and the cracks were filled with a black floccule, giving it a dirty and greasy appearance. But Theo was too lazy to care about all of this, he sat on the bedside, quietly waiting for the opposite party to start to talk. ¡°You have disappeared for quite a while,¡± the brawny man said with a grin. ¡°Since Sir Naji has taken your seat, why didn¡¯t you have come to the tavern? Even if you are no longer in charge of this matter, you could still have come to drink a cup of wine with us, right?¡± His nickname was Black Hammer; he was the watchman for the ¡°Covert Trumpeter¡±, and one of skeleton fingers¡¯ member. His name sounded quite scary, but he was only one of King¡¯s City many street rats. To help each other, the rats had formed groups, divided the territory under their control, and according to their business operation they were either a huge and firm group or a loose organization. These underground organizations had more or less all had a noble or wealthy merchant as mastermind behind them and the skeleton fingers was no exception. But unlike a domestic dog, most rats didn¡¯t choose to be loyal to only one person, as long as they became interested, they would work for everyone. ¡°Nonsense,¡± Theo said bluntly. ¡°This night, you will call Hillwei, Swineherd, Silver Ring, and Pott into the tavern. I have something I need to get done.¡± ¡°These few are only the people of the Covert Trumpeter,¡± Black Hammer shouted out shocked, ¡°Will they be enough? ¡°I said, this is an excellent business opportunity.¡± He shrugged, ¡°I have come looking for you since you have done a lot of things for me already.¡± According to the usual procedure when dealing with street rats, the first step was to find the connector, and then it was the other party who determined whether they take up the task or not. When the two came to an agreement, the connector would delegate the task to the right person, and at the same time be in charge of the money. Of course, during the whole process, they would make no contract or certificate which could be used as a guarantee, and ultimately, if they could achieve the desired result for the employer was also completely unknown. In general it could be said that the more prestigious organizations would care about their credibility, so their commission costs were also high, while the new organization would charge a lower price, but made it more likely to lose one¡¯s life and property in the process. With time a delicate balance had been formed between the street rats and the city patrol, which together maintained an image of superficial order inside of King¡¯s City. Before Theo had entered the palace to become a palace guard, he had served as patrol, responsible for giving some task to the street rats to handle if they were inconvenient for the public to see. As a result, making it very clear to him which groups of street rats were the most powerful and what their share in King¡¯s City was, giving him the opportunity to eliminate the time taken to deal with the connector. As for the reason why he had chosen the skull fingers, that was because they weren¡¯t as thoroughly bad as the others. ¡°Can I ask you, whom are you working now?¡± Black Hammer asked after a moment of hesitation. Theo didn¡¯t give him an answer. Instead, he simply pointed with his thumb into the direction of the palace behind him. After leaving the patrol and rats, most people only knew that he had become a guard, but they didn¡¯t know that he was soon selected by Wimbledon III as the personal guard of the 4th Prince, following His Royal Highness to Border Town. Within his six months of disappearance, they should think that he had been working in the palace. Moreover, by just pointing to the direction of the palace, he hadn¡¯t lied ¨C the royal family wasn¡¯t only Timothy, Roland Wimbledon was also a member of the royal family. ¡°I see,¡± he nodded. ¡°But Hillwei and Swineherd are gone, can I pick my own hands?¡± ¡°What happened to them?¡± ¡°Dead,¡± Black Hammer said full of hate, ¡°Within last year¡¯s winter, a conflict with the people of Dreamland Water arose, they had taken hold of poppy flowers and dying fern, selling it within the northern city district. Casas had led everyone to drive them back. During the fight, Hillwei got a knife to his neck, the blood simply could not be stopped from flowing, and Swineherd was also thrown into the canal. Theo frowned, with such kind of thinks the patrol would bother themselves, from time to time they would even deliberately provoke the rats into biting each other in order to control their strength and quantity, so whenever one of them died, they wouldn¡¯t care. ¡°That¡¯s all right, but remember, they must be the people of the tavern.¡± ¡­ Theo took a deep breath after leaving the Covert Trumpeter. The moist and moldy smell in the pub made him want to vomit, only when his lungs were once more filled with the burning hot summer air was he able to disperse the dark and suffocating feeling. Although Black Hammer had invited him to wait in the tavern, even claiming that he would come up with good wine to entertain him, Theo wasn¡¯t willing to stay in that small place for too long. In the event that something unforeseen arose, he would be unable to react by the time he became aware of it. After leaving the tavern, he decided to go to the inner city, and look for a reasonable Inn and reserve a room there for the night. As for the soldiers of the first army, they were already very skilled in setting up camp for the night, so there was no need for him to worry about them. When night fell, Theo returned to the Convert Trumpeter. At this time, the pub was doing its usual business, and from time to time a customer would enter or exit. For a while he just watched from the dark, waiting for the regular customers to come into the house. As a low-grade tavern in the outer city, most of the visitors were commoners, so the drinks were also the cheap ale. Just ten copper royals was enough to drink several large cups in succession. Within the noisy surrounding, he quickly found Black Hammer¡¯s men; they were sitting around a table next to the wall and on top of their table laid a white phalange. When Theo, calmly and collectedly walked over, a person immediately stood up to make a place for him. ¡°Good evening, Sir,¡± Silver Ring and Pott greeted him with a nod. ¡°Let me introduce these two to you. This is Little Finger.¡± Black Hammer patted the little woman beside him and then pointed at the young man opposite her, ¡°And this one is Hill Fawkes, he only recently became a member of the Skeleton Fingers.¡± ¡°Fawkes?¡± Theo¡¯s eyes stopped on the opposite party, while the latter somewhat sparingly bowed his head in greeting. ¡°Within our line of work, there are only a few who have a family name,¡± Black Hammer laughed, ¡°he had gambled until nothing was left. First, his wife ran away, then he even had to sell his house, after that he came to join the ranks of the street rats. He used to live in the Northern District and was an occasionally patron of the Covert Trumpeter.¡± Silver Rings and Pott were old acquaintances, while Little Finger looked like any other child from the streets, but Hill Fawkes, Theo actually felt that there was something strange about him¡­ yet, his appearance really resembled someone who had gone through such a drastic change of life, suffering physically and mentally. Yet, within his eyes, there was something, which Theo was unable to grasp, it was like¡­ In the end, after thinking about it, he was still unable to get an answer. Whatever, since he had been living in the Northern District and was a customer of the tavern, there shouldn¡¯t be a problem. Furthermore, my first task it just to complete the transport of the fugitives, there isn¡¯t any risk involved. ¡°Alright, now listen, the job you have to do isn¡¯t complicated. The upper ranks don¡¯t want to see that the number of fugitives who fled from the Eastern Region continues to increase. The grain reserves are becoming less and less every day, if it goes on like this, it is only a matter of time until riots start to break out, making it much harder to deal with them. Because of this, they thought of a way to lure them away from King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°What do you need us to do?¡± Black Hammer asked. ¡°It is very simple; you only have to spread the message that the wasteland in the West is being reclaimed and that the local Lords are willing to accept the fugitives. Moreover, a fleet with mercenaries has already set out to escort them back and will arrive in three days at the canal¡¯s pier. So, the only thing you need to do is to spread this message between those fools outside of the city. Feel free to add the specific details, the more attractive you make it appear, the better. ¡°But¡­ If the appointed time for the fleet and mercenaries comes and they aren¡¯t there, saying all this will have no use ah.¡± Silver Ring said. ¡°Of course, the escort will come,¡± Theo smiled. ¡°Ah?¡± He got startled, ¡°Is it really true that the Lords of the Western Region want to accept them?¡± ¡°You fool,¡± Black Hammer gave him a slap on top of his head, ¡°If you want to play such an act, you naturally have to go through with it. After they get escorted to the Western Region, do you believe they will be able to come back by only relying on their two feet? As for how to handle them afterward, let the local Lords get a headache about that.¡± He looked to Theo, ¡°This is indeed not a difficult task, but the reward¡­¡± Theo raised two fingers, ¡°Twice as much. My new employer has money, unlike the patrol. He just wants to see some results as quickly as possible, how much gold royals it will cost him, doesn¡¯t matter to him.¡± He smiled, ¡°Haven¡¯t I told you already, that this is very a good business deal.¡± Chapter 216 Chapter 216 Demonic Plague During the following two days, Theo moved non-stop between Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce and King¡¯s City¡¯s suburbs. Margaret would provide the fleet for the transportation of the refugees while the First Army, who would be disguised as mercenaries, would arrive at the canal¡¯s pier at the appointed time to arrange the screening and embarking. As for the dissemination of information, Theo wasn¡¯t worried that Black Hammer would handle such a task relaxedly after swallowing such attractive bait. Letting street rats do such work was much more convenient than giving it to outsiders. Although their range of activity was limited to the Northern District, the refugees would certainly spread the news amongst themselves. Furthermore, he couldn¡¯t handle them all at once anyway. Prior to this, His Royal Highness had explicitly explained to him that this was a task which could be done over time by sending one ship after another. On the day of the fleet¡¯s arrival, nearly one thousand destitute and homeless people had come to the pier, much more than Theo had expected. If he had relied on the First Army to promote the journey, Theo believed that if 100 people had come, it would already have been considered a good result. According to His Royal Highness¡¯s screening requirements, the children were allowed to embark on the ships first, followed by the children¡¯s families, and finally, the other adults. As for elderly citizens¡­ Theo discovered that there were almost no people with gray hair in the crowd. Perhaps they didn¡¯t want to risk going to a remote and unknown place, or they might have been unable to escape from the Eastern Region to King¡¯s City since the beginning . After the first fleet of ten single-mast ships left the pier with 500 people on board, the rest of the waiting refugees were driven back to the camp, but they all took the news with them that ¡°the fleet will return¡±. Thinking that he could easily succeed in completing the first of His Highness¡¯ tasks, he did not expect that he would encounter a severe problem soon after the merchant fleet brought away the second batch of people. A strange illness had suddenly broken out in King¡¯s City. The first deceased to be discovered had laid at the roadside, his body covered with many black spots, and his teeth fallen off. His skin had also broken open in many places, and the blood flowing out of those places had changed color ¨C turning black like the blood of witches who were devoured by the terror of the demonic bite. But this time, the deceased was not a woman, but rather a male resident of the Northern District. Not long after, several corpses with the same symptoms were discovered one after another. Furthermore, some of the people who came into contact with the corpses also began to grow dark spots. Whether it was herbal treatment or cold compresses, nothing was able to subdue the illness. Even when using bloodletting treatment, their blood which was usually red had now turned black, as if having been mixed with a large amount of ink. Soon, fear spread through the masses, which steadily increased the amount of people who went to the Church to pray, but everything was useless. Every day, more and more people showing those black spots would appear, and even people with the same symptoms were discovered in the fugitives outside of the city. Finally, the High Priest of the Church appeared in front of the praying masses and declared that all this was a plot by the witches to spread the Devil¡¯s power, infecting other innocent people this way. Furthermore, the priest said that at present, any treatment was unable to resist the power of the Devil, and the people who fall to the corrosion will die under extreme pain. However, the Church would never idly sit by; they had already developed the Holy Elixir, which was powerful enough to drive the Devil back to Hell. This statement let the infected people once more see a glimmer of hope. Every day, they would sit in front of the church¡¯s door, waiting for the release of the Holy Elixir. Although Theo had strong doubts regarding the Church¡¯s claims, he temporarily stopped the shipping off of the refugees to provide for every contingency. ¡°Why do you want to stop?¡± Black Hammer asked, extremely puzzled, ¡°Why aren¡¯t we rushing to send those people away before they become eroded by the Devil¡¯s spirit? Do you want them to stay in the city to become seeds for the witches?¡± ¡°This is the wish of the people above,¡± Theo answered impatiently. ¡°They are just ordinary fugitives. If the West is also infected by this evil force, how will the kingdom then look like?¡± ¡°Uh -¡± Black Hammer slightly stannered, ¡°But what happens to the Western Region doesn¡¯t matter to us at all. Sir Theo, how about this? We just don¡¯t hear the opinion of the people above and simply drag them away. Think about it, this is such a demonic illness¨C one touch and you will are infected. I simply can¡¯t stay here and wait for the devil to come, even if a wall is separating them from us.¡± ¡°As if we haven¡¯t heard them?¡± Theo asked coldly. ¡°Just like me, you also only have one head!¡± After he left the pub, he went to the next shop marked with Margaret¡¯s Caravan emblem, and revealed his token. ¡°I must see your boss. The sooner, the better.¡± It didn¡¯t take long until he could meet with the female merchant in a secret room of the shop. ¡°The disease definitely has nothing to do with the witches,¡± Margaret began, ¡°If they could release such a demonic power, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation would be powerless, and they would have already turned Hermes into a deadzone. ¡°I also think the same, but this is still a pressing matter that has to be reported to His Royal Highness. Although there have been no symptoms of black spots on the two groups of people who embarked to Border Town, it seems that this disease does not manifest itself on the spot. In case some people on the ships were infected by this evil force, Border Town must prepare for it immediately.¡± Theo pulled a folded letter out of a pocket, ¡°I need your help to send the message back to His Highness as quickly as possible.¡± ¡°Naturally,¡± she nodded. ¡°Information transmission between merchants has always been the fastest.¡± ¡­ After several days of sailing, Lucia wanted to vomit. During the past month, it seemed she had been always fleeing¡ª first from the Eastern Region to King¡¯s City, then from King¡¯s City to the Western Region. The reason for the former was that she had been driven out of her home, while for the latter was because she had finally come to see a glimmer of hope again. ¡°Elder sister¡­ water, I am thirsty¡­¡± Bell gave a painful moan and reached out, grabbing Lucia¡¯s arm. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll go and fetch you some water.¡± Lucia grabbed the bag on hand and staggered out of the cabin, lying flat at the lowest point of the ship and reaching out with her arm to soak the bag in the river water. Her stomach acid bubbled up again, in the end making it impossible for her to contain it, and with a wow sound the vomit flew out. She also spit the last of the gravel left in her stomach out, not only through her mouth, but also through her nostrils. She forcefully suppressed the urge to burst into tears, clenched her teeth, and rubbed her face with the back of her hand, then continued to soak the bag in the river. When the bag was finally filled with water, she carefully held it in her arms and trotted back to the cabin. ¡°The water is here, open your mouth.¡± However, Bell¡¯s face again appeared to be a bit worse than before. Her cheeks weren¡¯t covered with their normal flush and her forehead was also terribly hot. She tightly clenched her lips, only intermittently releasing moaning noises. With no other option than forcing her mouth open, Lucia twisted the water bag so that the water droplets would directly fall into her sister¡¯s mouth. ¡°You are too close to her. The dark spots have already reached her neck, she cannot hold on for much longer.¡± A weak middle-aged man who was also in the cabin said, ¡°We will die here, you have to think of yourself. Shortly after they had left King¡¯s City on the ship, some people had begun to suffer from a terrifying disease. First, their whole body would become unusually hot, followed by the emergence of dark spots on their skin. Within three to four days, the illness would begin to worsen. Not only had the infected fallen into a coma, but the people who came in contact with them also caught the disease. Therefore, on the fifth day, the fleet had cleaned out a sailboat specifically for the transportation of the patients. Lucia guessed the reason why the other side hasd¡¯t just thrown the sick refugees into the river was because there were also some infected people on their side. After the first dark spots were discovered on Bell¡¯s body, Lucia didn¡¯t listen to any discouraging words from others and decided that she would follow her younger sister onto the ship of sickness. In order to take care of young Bell, she had almost not slept for an entire two days. However, Lucia had still not given up. She believed that as long as they were able to reach the Western Region, all would change for the better. If the rumors were right¡­ the Witch Cooperation Association would be her final hope. Chapter 217 Chapter 217 The cause of the disease Roland and the witches had finished, but just as he decided to return to his room and take an afternoon nap, Carter stormed into the dining hall. ¡°Your Royal Highness, the ships transporting the Eastern Region refugees from King¡¯s City just arrived at the pier!¡± ¡°So fast?¡± It seems that Theo¡¯s work efficiency is quite high, Roland thought, pleased, as a man who has relations to the black and white side of the society, his time serving in the patrol wasn¡¯t wasted. However, when he looked at his sweating Chief Knight and saw his pressed brows, Roland immediately felt that there was something wrong. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°The people on board have caught a strange disease,¡± Carter described the patient¡¯s characteristics quickly. ¡°At first, it was only a few individuals, but by now the disease has spread over two to three ships, even the soldiers of the First Army have been infected!¡± An illness which causes black spots all over the body, which also spreads on contact? This sounds very similar to a plague, similar to the famous Black Death. However, the bubonic plague bacillus didn¡¯t change the color of the infected¡¯s blood, not to mention making their skin break apart. Roland wrinkled his brow. His first thought was Lily, but they had not fully grasped the scope of her new ability yet and making her handle an infectious diseases which had never been heard of before would be very dangerous. If she were unable to cure them, it would be quite probable that she would also get infected. So he had to make his decision very carefully, but according to Carter¡¯s description, it seemed that these people couldn¡¯t hold out for much longer. In any case, at least I have to first blockade the area. Thinking up to here, Roland ordered Carter, ¡°Go and send out the First Army; they should set up a restricted area outside of the pier, forbidding anybody from entering or leaving it. Additional tell them: Miss Nana and I are also already on the way.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Is it going to be very difficult?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°That¡¯s still unclear, everything depends on Lily¡¯s ability,¡± he said. ¡°Call all of the members of the Witch Union, there will be no afternoon naps today.¡± ¡­ Through the whole journey to the pier, Roland thought about how to verify the effectiveness of Lily¡¯s ability while keeping her isolated from the patients. Fortunately, her ability to protect freshness belonged to the summoning category, with a range of five meters like that of many other witches, it allowed her to use and efficiently control her ability over a distance without the need of actually touching the target. Thus he brought two carpenters along, and with the help of Anna they quickly built a rectangle box. The room was split in the middle, and it was possible to see the opposite side through a window embedded within the barrier. Within the lower half of the wall two symmetrical holes were cut, on top of which Soraya had painted a flexible curtain, so that when Lily stretched her hands through the hole, the coating would tightly wrap around her hands. Furthermore, the soft sky colored curtain would also cut off the air circulation between the two rooms. With this, as long as she later washed her hands with alcohol, all possibility of being infected should be eliminated. During all this, it were still the 100 soldiers of the First Army who maintained the order on top of the ships. That they were still able to uphold discipline wasn¡¯t due to their strong willpower, but because most of them believed that the angelic Miss Nana would certainly let them recover like she always had. As soon as the box was prepared, one of the soldiers who had shown the black spots but could still walk was selected. According to instructions he entered the room and stood still, Lily then stretched out her hands through the barrier, and made full use of her ability. At the same time, Roland stood beside her and observed the soldier¡¯s situation through the window. The magic power took effect silently, and when the little girl nodded, giving Roland the signal that she was done, he opened his mouth and asked, ¡°How do you feel now? ¡°Your Highness?¡± When the soldier heard Roland¡¯s voice, he excitedly raised his hand to salute, then froze on the spot, ¡°Hey, I feel like my strength has been restored. Oh my God! Your Highness, I already feel much better now!¡± Roland also saw that the dark spots on the soldier¡¯s hand were rapidly fading; this definitely isn¡¯t a plague symptom. If I remember it correctly, the soldier¡¯s black spots should have come from a complicated sepsis and a high degree of cyanosis. Even after killing the bubonic plague bacillus, these spots should have taken a long time before they faded away. After all, Lily doesn¡¯t possess the ability to heal. However, her new ability had an effect on the unknown infection, which made Roland feel a little relieved. ¡°Once you have fully recovered, go and call for the other soldiers to come in. Let the next ten people enter, whether they show symptoms or not, they all have to come here for treatment.¡± ¡°Yes! Your Highness,¡± the soldier shouted, paused for a moment, then saluted again. ¡°Thank you, Miss Nana.¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t Miss Nana, this time the one who saved your life was Miss Lily,¡± Roland corrected him laughingly, ¡°Only in the case of the illness already advancing so far that the skin has broken open, will you need Miss Nana to heal you.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ well,¡± he touched his head. ¡°Thank you, Miss Lily.¡± By the time when the soldier had left, Lily glanced at the Prince, ¡°I didn¡¯t mind that he thought it had been Nana, I do not need to be thanked.¡± Well, if that¡¯s case, why would you suddenly stand up so straight? When Roland looked at her and saw her swing her two ponytails, he couldn¡¯t stop himself from rubbing her head, to which the other side unexpectedly didn¡¯t show any sign of protest, but stifled a hum. Since this wasn¡¯t a plague, in the end, what is the cause of this disease? The moment he left the box, Nightingale appeared at his side and leaned over. ¡°Your Royal Highness, I have just seen a strange phenomenon, the blood flowing out of their wounds¡­ it contains signs of magic.¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland stopped shocked. ¡°Within the fog, it seems like I¡¯m looking at the stars in the night,¡± Nightingale explained, ¡°Until now, I¡¯ve never seen such a tiny magic glow.¡± This came unexpected. But as long as something involves magic it has to be closely followed up, not because of the witches, but because it means that the Church could likely be involved. Now, I¡¯m at least sure of one thing; this disease wasn¡¯t caused by a natural bacteria or virus. ¡°I got it!¡± After thinking for a moment, the Prince continued, ¡°Since it is like this, I have to get some drops of blood to observe.¡± ¡°No, you may get infected!¡± Nightingale interrupted nervously. ¡°Rest assured,¡± Roland smiled at her, ¡°Lily¡¯s new ability has completely restrained the disease.¡± The blood samples had been taken from a coma patient, then he covered the glass slide with the blood and placed it on the stage, afterward adjusting the distance. When the scene through the lens gradually became apparent, he thought in case the symptoms were caused by something with only the size of a bacteria it may be that he couldn¡¯t see anything. But when the object came into focus, Roland could hardly believe his eyes. Within the narrow line of sight, he saw a number of fat bugs with tentacles slowly moving through the blood, from time to time, they were spraying out some sort of mucus from their rear, which resembled thin hairs. Their size was nearly of the same dimension as single-celled algae, but just like Lily¡¯s mothers, their body wasn¡¯t transparent, making it difficult to distinguish between whether it belongs to a single-celled organism or not. Fortunately, the magical glow of the bugs didn¡¯t affect the ability of the little girl, letting her mother¡¯s playing their role. When a copy was mixed into a sample of blood, it would even give priority to attacking those strange insects, and turn them into one of their own kind. When all the soldiers of the First Army had been healed, to avoid any accidents, Roland ordered that all the fugitives when stepping into the box should wear a hood and would be led by the soldiers to help them enter. At the same time, another box was also set up, which was mainly there for Nana to treat the seriously ill patients with the open wounds. The treatment continued from noon until evening, and when the more than five hundred people from the ten ships had fully recovered, the crowd burst into cheers. Many people kneeled on the ground, shouting one wave of ¡°Long live His Highness¡± after the next, unable to quieten down for a long time. ¡°You don¡¯t seem to be happy?¡± The Nightingale winked at him. ¡°The one who cured the disease wasn¡¯t me, but Lily and Nana, who are witches,¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°They should be the ones to whom they cheer for.¡± Having said that, he, of course, knew that it wouldn¡¯t be wise to tell it to those who haven¡¯t fully accepted the witches. So he just sighed softly and hoped that one day witches could also come up to stand on stage. It seemed that Nightingale could understand the thought within Roland¡¯s heart, she generously patted his shoulder and said, ¡°It is unlikely that anyone cares about it, you have already done enough. Besides, the day will come sooner or later, won¡¯t it?¡± She paused for a moment ¡°Well, there¡¯s a good news that I forgot to tell you.¡± ¡°Which one?¡± ¡°There might soon be another member added to the Witch Union,¡± Nightingale revealed with a grin. Chapter 218 Chapter 218 Lucia Bell¡¯s condition stabilized. Like the time they had boarded the ship for the first time, they were once more arranged oddly. Those mercenaries armed with the wooden spears divided the people into smaller groups. Those whose life were in danger were the first to be carried into the strange room. Afterward, they took the young children, then they took families of the children and finally, it was the adults turn. Lucia was placed together with Bell in the front of the row, the whole treatment process was handled very quickly, they blindfolded her sister, and two mercenaries grasped her under the arms and carried her into the cabin. She didn¡¯t have to wait for a long time before someone placed a pill in her hand. The pill was very small, and had a slightly sweet taste, at the same time the mercenaries also took the initiative to tell her that they had also fed the medicine to her sister so that she didn¡¯t need to worry. When she was out of the room and could take off her hood, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Bells colors was improving at a visible speed. Although she was still in a coma, her forehead was no longer burning hot, the flush on her face had also faded, and the dark spots disappeared without a trace. When all the people had been freed from their fear of their impending death, they felt like they had gained a new life and became so excited that they could no longer contain themselves after seeing the man with gray hair standing in the distance. They kneeled down and cheered, paying him the highest of respects. From the mercenaries¡¯ mouth, they had heard that he was the Lord of this land, the one that was in charge of the Western Region, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon. Afterward, following exactly what had been promised in the rumors, the Lord not only lit bonfires at the edge of the pier, but also distributed meat porridge to everyone and told them that they would be paid and also received food and shelter as long as they were willing to work for the town. While everyone was enjoying the fragrant meat porridge, they were also talking about how fortune it was that they had boarded the ships and fled to this Western Region, and then once more praised His Highness for his kindness. Only Lucia felt a little anxious. How can I get in touch with the Witch Cooperation Association? The secret message only said that a group of witches lived in Border Town. It didn¡¯t mention how I can find them. Most probably this important part had gotten lost during the transmission process, she had only faintly heard, that the news had been spread within the large cities of the kingdom¡¯s Central Region. The moment when the people had filled their stomachs, and the mercenaries began guiding them to wooden sheds near the river, a woman¡¯s voice suddenly came from behind Lucia. ¡°Were you looking for us?¡± She was so frightened that at the same time she turned her head she also jumped two steps forward, ready to escape, but when the speaker¡¯s appearance came into her eyes, Lucia couldn¡¯t help but be rooted to the spot. Gosh, what a beautiful woman! Her long curly hair, illuminated by the gentle orange glow of the flickering flames, her eyes, twinkling bright as the stars, a sweet smile. But the most striking part was her aura, which wasn¡¯t inferior to that of any noble, as if she was a important person herself. ¡°My name is Nightingale; I¡¯m a witch, welcome to the Border Town.¡± Becoming aware of this feeling, Lucia was unable to stop herself from lowering her head ¡°I¡­ my name is Lucia White, I want to join you.¡± ¡°In that case, come with me,¡± Nightingale said with a smile, ¡°I¡¯ll take you home.¡± At this time the sun had already fallen behind the mountains, only leaving a weak light behind. While carrying the sleeping Bell, Lucia slowly followed behind her. ¡°When was your time of awakening?¡± Nightingale suddenly asked. ¡°Awakening?¡± Lucia got started. ¡°That¡¯s the moment when you got turned into a witch,¡± Nightingale explained. ¡°From that moment on, your body will continue to gather magic, and because of that, we call this transformation ¡®Awakening¡¯.¡± ¡°I think¡­ maybe two years ago,¡± Lucia recalled. ¡°Is magic the power of demons?¡± ¡°That¡¯s just the Church¡¯s excuse nothing more,¡± she shook her head, ¡°Magic is a ability given by God, it has nothing to do with good and evil. The so-called demonic bite is just the pain experienced when the magic within your body becomes too plentiful; this can easily be avoided with practice.¡± ¡°I do not need to bear that pain?¡± Lucia¡¯s eyes grew wide. ¡°Yes, as long as there is no oppression of the Church, us witches don¡¯t have to bear the pain of the bite.¡± Nightingale explained, ¡°But here in our home, we can use our magic freely.¡± Then she pointed behind her, ¡°Is this lovable fellow your younger sister? What about your other family? ¡°They all died, only Bell and I could escape,¡± for a moment Lucia kept silent, ¡°A group of people attacked Valencia, burning, looting, and killing everywhere. In order to resist them, father¡­ His chest was pierced by several swords and mother made us run away quickly, in the end, she also, also¡­ ¡± The grief which had been enclosed within her heart for so long made it impossible for her to continue the sentence. All of the suffering, hunger, thirst, fear and grievances, in short, the whole injustice she had to endure along the way, suddenly burst free. For her sister, she had clenched her teeth and held on, but now, it seemed that the defense lines she had built around her heart was no longer able to block the emotional ups and downs from her thoughts. which quickly turned her sobbing into very loud cries. She knew that this wasn¡¯t a good time for it, that during the first meeting she should keep her courtesy, but the tears were like a storm, they couldn¡¯t get stopped. She will hate me for this, right? She could feel how her tears and snot mixed together and her mouth began to taste salty. However, to Lucia¡¯s surprise, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her, taking her into a warm hug, gently patting the back of her head. Taking completely no offense because of the dirt and tears on her face. Instead, she softly said: ¡°Cry, cry now, it is fine to let it all out.¡± ¡­ When Lucia¡¯s outburst finally calmed, she raised her head, only to see that Nightingale¡¯s shoulders had been soaked through with her tears. ¡°I¡¯m sorry ¡­¡± she blushed. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, is it better now?¡± Then Nightingale took out a handkerchief and helped her to wipe her face clean, picked Bell up with one hand and held her in the other. ¡°Let¡¯s go; there are still many sisters waiting to welcome you.¡± Lucia had thought that the witches¡¯ residence would be located somewhere in a small abandoned warehouse or basement, she never expected that Nightingale would bring her to the castle area, wasn¡¯t that the Lord¡¯s private territory? Even more surprisingly, the guards not only did not stop her, instead they also greeted her. Could it be that the whole town is under the control of the Witch Cooperation Association? Reaching the third floor of the castle, she walked into a brightly lit room, only to shockingly discover that the man sitting on the opposite side was the Lord who had recently received the cheers of the masses. ¡°This is the leader of the Witch Union, His Highness, Lord Roland Wimbledon. He took in the survivors of the Witch Cooperation Association, and also let spread the message to other cities, hoping to attract more homeless sisters,¡± Nightingale introduced the man, ¡°He made Border Town into the home of us witches. You do not need to doubt this point, after all, the people who treated your sister and all the other sick people on board of the ships were us witches.¡± Lucia¡¯s head had turned blank, she totally hadn¡¯t anticipated, that there would be noble willing to provide a home for witches, instead of seeing them as tools or slaves. When her soul finally came back to her body, she began to panic and bowed in a flustered manner. Her bizarre posture was so out of shape, that Nightingale couldn¡¯t suppress her laugh, ¡°Don¡¯t mind it, His Royal Highness does not care about etiquette.¡± ¡°You came from the Eastern Territory?¡± The Lord¡¯s voice was calm and relaxed, not giving her the impression of an interrogation, but more of a friendly chat. Lucia stole a glance at him, seeing that he was sitting leisurely on his chair, and looked at her with an expression full of interest. ¡°Yes¡­¡± As the conversation became deeper, and Nightingale supplemented some explanation, her mood gradually relaxed. Even though her counterpart was a noble, but he didn¡¯t show an aggressive attitude, but rather the care of an elder. ¡°So, when your awakening was two years ago, you shouldn¡¯t be an adult yet¡­¡± he spoke full of interest, ¡°So, what is your ability?¡± ¡°Turning goods back into their original form,¡± Lucia said hesitatingly, ¡°but it isn¡¯t effective on all things.¡± ¡°Their original form?¡± His Royal Highness touched his chin in thought, he then pushed an beautiful cup to her over the table, ¡°Can you demonstrate it for me?¡± ¡°This will destroy it.¡± ¡°It won¡¯t hurt.¡± Lucia nodded, went to the table and put her hand on top of the cup. After a short while, the cup began to shrink and deform, ultimately forming into three distinct substances: The one on the far left looked like a pool of oil, dark and viscous. The one in the middle seemed to be a small cluster of fine black powder. Lastly, the one on the far right appeared to be clear water, which was slowly dripping down from the edge of the table. Chapter 219 Chapter 219 Older sister, younger sister ¡°Welcome to the Witch Union!¡± In the hall, a group of witches of different ages and colors raised their glasses cheerfully. ¡°Thanks, thank you.¡± Lucia felt her eyes become teary again, she sniffed and impulsively tried to restrain her tears. She raised her cup then drank a mouthful of wine, which didn¡¯t taste as bitter as she remembered but was slightly sweet instead. After have gone to see the Lord, and with Nightingale¡¯s assistance, Lucia was able to wash Bell and take a bath herself. Afterward putting on a set of clean clothes. When her sister had been settled, Lucia once more followed Nightingale into the castle hall. Here, the witches had prepared a welcoming party for her. This was the first time Lucia ever saw so many of her kind, subsequently also dispersing the last trace of doubt in the bottom of her heart. In case the witches had been imprisoned here or forced to serve the Lord, they would never be able to reveal such a light-hearted and bright smiles. Recalling the sentence, Nightingale had previously said, ¡°This is the home of witches¡±, she suddenly understood her feelings. In contrast to those witches whose identities were exposed and were thus hunted down and killed by the Church, finding a safe place to live in wasn¡¯t easy. Since the bandits had attacked Valencia a month of suffering and constant fleeing had followed. But now, with the warm welcome of the Witch Union, she could finally let her constantly alarmed mind relax a bit. At the same time, she also realized how magical a banquet with many witches participating could become. Using black flames, the raw goat¡¯s meat roasted perfectly within a flash, while the basin containing it was completely unharmed. A little girl with short blond hair flew in the air, holding jug to fill everyone¡¯s cup. While a witch with an exotic look simulated a broad range of musical instruments, which all eventually converged into beautiful music. ¡­ With Nightingale introducing them one after another, she was quickly able to remember each of their names. In this way becoming one of them and diluting the sadness in her heart even further. In the Witch Union there were mature and steady witches like Scroll and Wendy, and there was also Leaves and Echo, who kind of resembled older sisters, as well as Anna, Soraya, and others whose age was similar to her own. But no matter who they were none of them treated her as a stranger. For this, Lucia¡¯s heart was filled with gratitude. After the banquet, she and the witches wished each other a good night and then she returned to her new home. Although Bell was not a witch, the Prince did not order her and her sister to separate. Instead, he gave them the last furnished guest room on the second floor of the castle all to them. ¡°Elder sister?¡± Hearing her moving, Bell opened her eyes. ¡°You awoke!?¡± Lucia felt immediately delighted in her heart, quickly rushing to the bedside, ¡°How are you feeling?¡± Bell looked like she had only been asleep for a long time, not having any trace of the plague or the pain it brought left on her body. With her eyes still a little cloudy, she opened her mouth and muttered: ¡°I feel so hungry.¡± ¡°Wait¡­¡± Lucia hurriedly took out a bag from her pocket and opened it, releasing the scent of grilled fish. This bag of fish slices had previously been given to her by Nightingale, ¡°There¡¯s some food for you.¡± Sitting on the bed and seeing how Bell ate the fish, she was so gratified that she began to pat the little fellow¡¯s head. This year, her sister only just turned ten years old, and now, without parents, she was the only one Bell could rely on. After eating two fishes she became more sober, curiously looking around she asked, ¡°Where are we? It didn¡¯t look like the ship had such a big bed.¡± ¡°Western Region¡¯s Border Town, we reached our destination.¡± ¡°Have already arrived?¡± She touched her cheek. ¡°But am I not¡­ sick? Will they agree to let the plague-stricken people enter the town?¡± ¡°You are right, that would be indeed be unlikely,¡± replied Lucia. Seeing the blank expression on her sister¡¯s face, she began to laugh, ¡°However, the Lord¡¯s witches have already cured you.¡± Afterward, she gave her a summary of what happened at the docks, ¡°and from now on we should stay here in the castle.¡± ¡°Witches?¡± Bell asked, tilting her head, ¡°Are they the same as you, sister?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Furthermore, everyone is very kind to me, especially a witch called Nightingale,¡± Lucia softly poked her head. ¡°She also helped with giving you a bath.¡± ¡°Oh, but you have always said that the nobles would loathe witches? Why would the Lord be willing to shelter witches?¡± Taken aback by the question, Lucia coughed twice. ¡°This¡­ Occasionally there are also one or two good people within the nobility.¡± While taking out the last piece of dried fish out of the bag, Bell asked. ¡°Does that mean you need to work for him? Like those maids at home, sweeping the floor, cooking, and attending upon the Lord?¡± ¡°What nonsense are you talking about,¡± Lucia said, grasping her younger sister¡¯s face, ¡°I am a witch! It is only naturally that I have to help the Lord with my ability! As for maids having to do those things, who told you that?¡± ¡°Mommy¡­¡± she sadly whispered, ¡°She said that¡¯s also the reason why she never allowed daddy to recruit a beautiful maid.¡± Hearing her mention their family, Lucia¡¯s face suddenly darkened a lot. Instead of blaming Bell for bringing it up, she pulled her younger sister into a hug and softly sighed. She wasn¡¯t worried about her sister¡¯s theory, during the conversation with the Lord, she could see that besides of simple inquiries about her life experiences, the only other thing of interest to him was her ability, making it evident that he cared more about whether a witch¡¯s ability could serve useful to him or not. But, when thinking about her ability, Lucia felt deeply worried and sick at heart. She had never been ignorant about the witches¡¯ world; she knew that six months ago many witches had come through Valencia, and afterward the others had one after another left the city. She had heard that they were leaving for the Fjord¡¯s, wanting to find a new home. But Lucia didn¡¯t want to leave her parents and because of that she hadn¡¯t agreed to travel with them. However, with her repeated contact with them, Lucia at least became aware that witches are used to dividing themselves into combat and noncombat types. Her ability to restore an object to its original state could be said to be useless. Not to mention using it during a fight, even using it during peaceful times it was already difficult for her to control. Her father had been a merchant, operating the family¡¯s papermaking workshop, so it was often that the living room was filled with the prepared straw paper. But on the day when she became a witch, she unwittingly chanced upon using her ability, turning the paper back into a pile of grass and fine powder. After the event, although her parents severely rebuked her, they did not give her away to the Church. Instead, they repeatedly warned her to hide herself carefully and if necessary, even go so far as put on a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, disguising herself as devoted believer. At first, Lucia was full of curiosity about the ability, often secretly hiding in her bedroom to restore all kinds of test items. But she quickly discovered that this ability was extremely difficult to control. For example, restoring the straw paper again, she sometimes got the same grass bits as the first time, but other times there were only black granule left. In case she would continue to cast her magic on an object, it will only become less and less, and the final product was not a fine powder but rather a grit, which meant that her restoration ability couldn¡¯t be used to restore a heavily damaged object. She was only able to destroy what other had carefully produced. The other witches had also thought that her ability was useless. In case she wanted to use it in battle, she would have to get too close. Furthermore, her ability was also ineffective on a living body, so not to mention using it to fight against a trained knight, even the average farmer would already be terribly difficult. And so, considering to become a combat witch was out of the question for her, but also as a non-combat witch, she couldn¡¯t think of any uses, it was almost like her ability was on the lowest level. Coming to this conclusion, she had been depressed for a long time. But now¡­ what Lucia was now more anxious about was, if His Royal Highness also believed her to be useless, will he cast her out of the castle? With an uneasy feeling, she blew out the candles, took her sister who was perfectly satisfied gnawing on the finished fish bones into her arms, slowly closed her eyes then awaited the arrival of a new day. Chapter 220 Chapter 220 Decomposition and Restoration Early on the next morning, Roland had filled the office floor with a variety of test items. From solid to liquid, from minerals to ingots, from inorganic to organic matter, simply everything that should be here was here. ¡°It seems you are euphoric.¡± Nightingale squat down, took a small steamed dumpling from a meal plate and threw it into her mouth. ¡°Of course, there is a new witch in town, and even better, her ability is so incredible,¡± Roland rose his eyebrows. ¡°Also, do not think that I didn¡¯t see that, you just slyly ate one of the test objects.¡± ¡°There are still a few left,¡± Nightingale said while wiping her mouth. ¡°Is Lucia¡¯s ability really that useful?¡± ¡°It¡¯s of the greatest usefulness, not matter if it¡¯s decomposing or restoration, they both would bring significant improvement to the smelting and manufacturing industry.¡± Roland said excitedly, ¡°In case she paired up with Anna, they could easily upgrade the machine¡¯s strength by several times. Even if they couldn¡¯t be mass produced, as long as they made several machines by hand, the level of the town¡¯s production would definitely receive a qualitative improvement.¡° Right now, the machines produced for Graycastle Industry by Anna are still working extremely accurately, but they were limited by the materials own flaws. During the production process, their abrasion and deformation problems would become increasingly evident. For example, seeing the cutting tool break into many pieces is a frequently observed phenomenon. If it wasn¡¯t for Anna supplementing maintenance parts, these machines could only be used for one or two years at most. But if Lucia¡¯s uses her ability to control the parts the materials turn into precisely enough, it might be possible to use high strength iron, steel, and even alloy for manufacturing the machine tools. Not only would it increase the tool¡¯s lifetime, their processing efficiency and processing standard could take a step further. By then items like the revolver rifle, which at the moment could only be produced by the Anna, would be able to enter the state of reaching mass production. ¡°Is it so?¡± Nightingale skipped back to the table, ¡°But she does not seem to think so.¡± ¡°Because she hasn¡¯t really recognized the value of her ability, it the same with Mystery Moon.¡± Roland further explained unconcerned, ¡°When Lucia finished studying ¡®Theoretical Foundations of Natural Science,¡¯ she certainly won¡¯t think this way any longer.¡± ¡°¡­ ¡± Nightingale kept silent. Not knowing how to reply, she instead put two dried fishes into her mouth. When Lucia finished her breakfast and came to the office, her ability test officially began. With his heart full of expectations, Roland followed closely how one test item after another changed and if there were any differences between them. For example substances like iron ingots and iron ore both changed into a silver-white granule, but when he took a closer look, he also discovered that at their edges there laid different kinds of powder. Grapes and meat didn¡¯t change at all, while the dumplings turned into water, flour, and meat residues. When she was halfway through the test objects, she suddenly stopped and said with some embarrassment, ¡°I seem to¡­ have exhausted my magic.¡± Roland looked to Nightingale, only to see the latter nod. ¡°The amount of magic her body stores is very small, it just looks like a cloud of drifting smoke, but it is for the first time that I see a color like hers.¡± ¡°What kind of color?¡± ¡°¡­ gray,¡± Nightingale said. Roland returned to his desk and waved to Lucia, calling her over, ¡°The witch¡¯s magical capacity grows with their age and training. You are still not an adult, so being able to do so much is already quite good.¡± Waiting until the young woman had walked to the table, he pushed the already prepared parchment over to her, ¡°Since you decide to stay in Border Town, please sign this contract.¡± When Lucia came to the end of the contract, she couldn¡¯t help but grasp a mouthful of air, ¡°A whole gold royal a month? Your Highness can¡­ but my ability hasn¡¯t been thoroughly tested?¡± ¡°This has nothing to do with your ability,¡± Roland smiled and shook his head. ¡°As long as you are a member of the Witch Union, this contract will always be effective.¡± ¡°Even in the case that the witch¡¯s ability is useless?¡± She asked in disbelief. ¡°You can also interpret it like that,¡± The Prince spread out his hands, ¡°But I do believe that the power of any witch has its own unique use, it¡¯s only a matter of unleashing that power. So you really don¡¯t have to worry about being useless.¡± He paused, ¡°Also, you should already have heard of the real reason for the demonic bite from the other witches. So to ensure that you can smoothly pass through your Day of Awakening, you have to practice your skill every day. After dinner, Teacher Scroll will give lessons in the living room; you also have to attend the lecture. Although you have already mastered your reading and writing skill, you still have to study Primary Mathematics and Natural Foundation.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± Lucia nodded vigorously. ¡°You have a younger sister, right?¡± Roland asked with a smile. ¡°When attending class, take her along with you, she should be at the right age for receiving an education.¡± Lucia was slightly stunned, then, after raising her head to confirm that His Highness wasn¡¯t making fun of her, she happily bowed, ¡°As you say.¡± After Lucia asked to be excused, Roland put the signed contract into the drawer, then thoughtfully looked at the broad range of test products on the ground. ¡°What is the result?¡± Nightingale asked curiously. ¡°Awe-inspiring,¡± he said, picking up the plate with the steam dumplings, which now contained meat pieces and flour, ¡°For example this¡­ When kneading the flour, the gluten will form a ramified structure, letting the flour dough become strong but flexible. Once cooked, due to the high-temperature the gluten protein will denature, even when reground into powder, it is impossible to restore it to its previously smooth and exquisite appearance. This transformation is considered irreversible, but¡­¡± Roland pinched into the small cluster of powder in the palm of his hand, and felt a silky feeling, just like from freshly ground flour. ¡°She was able to bring the meal back to its original appearance.¡± ¡°Well, I can¡¯t say that I understand you,¡± Nightingale curled her lips, ¡°But putting it that way, can her ability be seen as restoring a material back to its original state?¡± ¡°It is not really like that,¡± Roland pointed to the iron ingot. ¡°In the case that it was merely restoration, the iron ingot should have been returned into iron ore, but in fact, it was broken down into iron powder and other impurities.¡± ¡°¡­ So in the end, what is her ability?¡± Nightingale asked confused. ¡°For the time being I still haven¡¯t fully understood it, but if I had to speculate, I would say that her ability has two effects, as for its appearance, it manifests according to her knowledge and experience.¡± ¡°Knowledge and experience?¡± ¡°Essentially, there is no significant difference between meat and iron ore, they are both composed out of a variety of particles, but Lucia can only break down iron ore with her ability, but not the meat. I believe the reason for this is because she is unable to understand organic matter¡­ or so to say, the constitution of life in generally,¡± Roland explained, even though he wasn¡¯t sure whether this was correct, he still had no doubt, that right now what Lucia needed the most was learning new knowledge. ¡­ Three days later, when the second convoy carrying refugees from the Eastern Region arrived at Border Town, the same disease had broken out on the ship. But this time it was much more severe, with almost half of the people being infected. After questioning some of the patients, Roland learned, that the black spots had appeared the first day after boarding. Which meant that they had been infected by the parasite earlier, and because of this the incubation period had been shortened a lot. At the same time, Roland also received a letter sent from King¡¯s City, which was sealed with the mark of Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce. When reading the content of the letter, his brow wrinkled. When the demonic disease spread through King¡¯s City, the Church declared that it was all a witch¡¯s conspiracy. They furthermore told the people that they had a Holy Elixir which could repel the evil spirits. Furthermore, even outside of King¡¯s City, many ill people had started to appear, and because of this Theo had chosen to temporarily stop the delivery of fugitives. If he wasn¡¯t calculating it wrong, the first fleet would return to King¡¯s City in four days, bringing with them the news that Border Town was able to cure the demonic plague. However, with nearly one week spent traveling, it would still be too late for those people who were already infected by the disease. Moreover, the public proclamation of the Church also had the smell of a conspiracy in the works. After thinking it over again and again, he decided to send a small team to escort Lily to King¡¯s City. Otherwise, more than half of King¡¯s City population and the Eastern Regions¡¯ refugees would die, and those who survived in the end would become devoted believers of the Church. Roland had to do his utmost to prevent the birth of that kind of situation. Chapter 221 Chapter 221 Rescue Plan Since he had decided on his course of action, the first question he faced was: Should he himself also travel to King¡¯s City? This would be Border Town¡¯s first military operation away from the Western Region, and it would also be different than the two defensive wars prior to it. Certainly, they would come across unfamiliar environmental circumstances which could cause complications. Whether they could display their combat ability without a prepared battlefield, was still unknown. All this made it hard for him to feel relief in the event that he didn¡¯t go to King¡¯s City. On the one hand, he knew that his own military experience was extremely limited, but on the other, his understanding of war could still be regarded as the highest level for this era. But the moment he left Border Town, the Western Region would become unclaimed land. If the message of this were to reach Longsong Stronghold. It would be a foolish hope to believe that Petrov could prevent all the other noble families from moving, trying to take advantage. As long as people were willing to disclose this information to Timothy, perhaps he would not care if he had to suffer a calamity at the front lines or in his backyard caused by the witches. But if he knew that Roland was near King¡¯s City it would be strange if he didn¡¯t assemble his army to encircle him. Even if it didn¡¯t come to that, even if Timothy let him off, as long as he commanded his soldiers to move from the Northern Region to the Western Region, Roland would be in an equally tight situation. Generally speaking, compared with suffering a defeat at the frontline, a fire in one¡¯s own backyard was several times more severe. In the end, Roland decided to stay in Border Town. After all, the First Army¡¯s primary task would be to protect the witches, while their second task would be to split the fugitives into small groups and let them onboard the ships. So rather than fearing an encounter with Timothy in King¡¯s City, it would be more likely that they would have to face the Church¡¯s Army of Judges. But as long as the rescue measures were carried out correctly, and nothing unexpected happened, they won¡¯t even need to let loose a single shot. Of course, this meant that he would have to make sure that the rescue plan was as perfect as possible. ¡­ At noon that day, Roland called Carter, Iron Axe, Bryan and the members of the Witch Union over. The 4th Prince only had some fuzzy childhood impressions of the land surrounding King¡¯s City, but this was a problem which could be easily solved, he asked Soraya to draw a simple map on top of the dining table in the living room. He then began giving Iron Axe and Brian their commands. ¡°This central square represents King¡¯s City and the blue line depicts the canal.¡± Roland said while in thought, ¡°You have two tasks, the first is to protect the witches while they cure the fugitives, and afterward you are to bring them back to Border Town. Your second duty is to prevent the demonic plague from further spreading in King¡¯s City. For this, you should be aware that the epidemic is most likely being caused by the Church. ¡°Wh-What?¡± Brian was shocked, not daring to believe his ears. Carter raised his brows. While Iron Axe¡¯s expression didn¡¯t change at all, after all, he was a follower of the three Gods, just like the other Sand People were, and because of that he had no worship for the Church or any belief in their claims, which left Roland with a very pleased feeling towards him. ¡°After the Church¡¯s permanent annexation of the Kingdom of Endless Winter, they immediately started their attack on the Wolfsheart Kingdom. After they¡¯ve conquered the Wolfsheart Kingdom, it is only a matter of time before the Kingdom of Dawn and Graycastle become their next goal. In fact, the whole Battle for the Throne is already by itself worthy of skepticism.¡± The Prince went through the details how the Church was helping Timothy in the North, Garcia in the Southwest and himself by supplying them with the pills. ¡°In the light of this information we can see that they aren¡¯t supporting who they think will be the next heir, but instead they are encouraging us to kill each other off. By swallowing their pills, it also becomes improbable that our soldiers will turn into veterans. On the contrary, after taking the pills, their whole body will become weak, and they will die a gruesome death. This time the same can be said about the disease. After the demonic disease has spread all over King¡¯s City, the Church will finally declare that they have the antidote, which ironically won¡¯t be distributed for the benefit of the people.¡± ¡°Only the light which shines in the darkest of places is the most dazzling,¡± Iron Axe opened his mouth. ¡°That¡¯s right, if you want to be seen as a savior, you have to come to the people at their most painful moment. The stronger experience the contrast, the deeper will be their impression of the Church. As for the innocent who died in the middle of the road, those are merely the sacrifices whose belief was not sincere enough,¡± Roland stated. ¡°So we will have to save the refugees from the East, but at the same time we also have to try to destroy the Church¡¯s conspiracy. After taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Brian asked, ¡°How should we do that?¡± ¡°You have to hide as much as possible, trying to fulfill your duties in such a way that the other side doesn¡¯t perceive you.¡± Roland points to a wide area on the outskirts of the canal, south of the pier, ¡°Here, the land should be covered with crops, making it very suitable to hide at. There you should also find a high point, which allows you to establish lookout to scout out the pier. The soldiers responsible for providing support will disguise themselves as caravan guards once more and help the already treated people to get on board. I will write merchant Margaret a letter, asking her to provide me with as many ships as possible, not only the two fleets which are already involved with the transportation. ¡°Whether it is Longsong Stronghold or Graycastle¡¯s capital, there are only a few big cities¡¯ patrol forces who can cover the surrounding area, most of the time their investigation and warning area depends on how far they can see when staying on the city wall. So, the area south of the pier should be outside of their patrol area, when we then locate our troops at this point, it is unlikely for them to raise the city guard¡¯s attention.¡± ¡°How do you want to treat the sick?¡± Iron Axe asked. ¡°This task will largely depend on Lily¡¯s replica,¡± Roland roughly explained to them the young woman¡¯s unusual ability. ¡°Making it unnecessary to walk into the fugitive camp to heal these people. In other words, since any microorganism can become a replica you only have to collect the river water and let her purify it steadily. Afterward, you only have to give it to those who are sick to drink.¡± ¡°Like¡­ that?¡± He gawked at Roland, totally disbelieving. ¡°There are two points you have to take note of,¡± the Prince raised two fingers, ¡°First, you have to ensure that every person on board had drunken the purified water and second, you are absolutely prohibited from boiling the drinking water to clean it. In fact, the dirtier the water, the better it would be. It would contain more microorganism which means that the number of replicas in it will also be more. You might be unable to understand this, but as long as you do what I told you, everything will be okay.¡± ¡°What about the patients in King¡¯s City, will we treat them the same way?¡± ¡°Almost, but the medicine cannot be delivered by our people, that would be too obvious. This task will fall under Theo¡¯s responsibility,¡± Roland decided, ¡°As long as they get their money, the street rats¡¯ work efficiency will be very high.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness, those street rats aren¡¯t reliable, as long as it¡¯s profitable, they may stab you in the back at any time.¡± Carter objected. ¡°Therefore the second part is only to prevent it as much as possible and isn¡¯t necessary to be completed,¡± the Prince stood up, ¡°The moment you sense something amiss, the First Army must immediately protect the witches and withdraw. As long as we are able to receive the refugees smoothly, it¡¯s already our victory, regardless of how many people we were able to save in King¡¯s City. Undermining the Church¡¯s plan isn¡¯t possible to achieve by just relying on purified water, as long as we can disprove their claim that ¡®Only the Holy Elixir can repel the evil spirits¡¯, their set game has already failed.¡± ¡°Finally, I will now declare the people who will travel to King¡¯s City,¡± he shouted, ¡°Iron Axe!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°You will lead 240 soldiers who will be responsible for protecting the witches and controlling the canal, for this eliminating every potential threat. Be sure to bring back the witches and the refugees.¡± ¡°I will do as you bid, Your Highness!¡± Iron Axe stood straight and saluted. ¡°Brian!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± The young Knights stick out his chest. ¡°You will lead sixty soldiers disguised as mercenaries, and you will be in charge of the medicine delivery, and make sure that the refugees will maintain order when boarding the ships.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Highness!¡± ¡°Next are the witches, this time leaving to King¡¯s City by ship will be Nightingale, Echo, Lightning and Wendy.¡± Roland¡¯s voice slowed down, ¡°Your task will be somewhat unique so that I will explain it in a little while. Now it is only important to note that you always pay attention to your own security, ensuring your safe return.¡± ¡°Rest assured, Your Highness,¡± Nightingale patted her chest, ¡°I will be with them.¡± Roland nodded, ¡°In that case, we come to the final point, which is also the most important aspect, after arriving in King¡¯s City, the army can stay there for three days at most. After these three days, no matter how the actual situation is, you must return to Border Town.¡± He emphasized every word, ¡°In case the Church plans to destroy the resistance of Graycastle, they certainly won¡¯t spread the disease only to King¡¯s City, most likely the Western Region will also be one of their goals. So you cannot stay in King¡¯s City for longer than these three days, do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± Iron Axe and Brian answered in unison. ¡°Very well, then let us carry out this plan.¡± ¡°Hold on¡­ Your Highness, what will I do?¡± Carter raised his hand. ¡°You will lead the rest of the First Army and guard my Border Town.¡± Roland patted his shoulder. Chapter 222 Chapter 222 The long awaited victory! Fjord, Sea Dragon Bay. The Church¡¯s follower had boarded the wall, shooting crossbow arrows towards the witches, but confronted with Shavi¡¯s invisible barrier and Molly¡¯s magical servant, their attempts at resistance showed little results. All their arrows would suddenly drop or be swallowed into the servant¡¯s belly. Only when the other side embedded their arrows with small pieces of God¡¯s Punishment Stones did they become a threat. But in the end, the amount of God¡¯s Punishment Stones were limited, and every witch who was unfortunately enough and got hit would immediately be carried back to get treated. As long as the blood loss was stopped in time, their lives wouldn¡¯t be in danger. After two or three rounds of shooting, more than 20 witches already advanced to the edge of the wall. Ashes directly jumped on top of the wall, disposing of those believers who dared to show their heads. After a few days of pre-war investigation, they knew the weaknesses of the wall like the back of their hand. From high up in the sky, a variety of pigeon cries could be heard. It was Maggie that was signaling that everyone had reached the correct position. Having gone through several fights had bestowed Lotus with the experience to exhibit her ability without the slightest hesitation, the ground suddenly shook and began to rise. Seeing this, some of the Church¡¯s follower rushed forward to try and stop her, but in the end, they were all beheaded by Ashes one after another. It didn¡¯t take long for the wall which wasn¡¯T embedded with God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation to begin to collapse. Followed by an attack of the witches who swarmed into the opened up space, and continuously made use of their ability to assault the believers. In a flash they had killed more than half of those who did not have a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation protecting them. And those who still stood were smoothly and cleaned harvested by Ashes. This was the first time since the church was built that they suffered a direct assault. Moreover, the opposite side was the Church¡¯s sworn enemy. The priest that was stationed there, also knew that the end of the day was coming so he called out to his followers to take the pills and sacrifice themselves for God. Ten of those believers who had turned mad rushed towards Ashes, and used their flesh to try and stop her, while the rest of them threw themselves at Lotus. Seeing this, Lotus raised an already prepared earthen wall from the ground, temporarily blocking the enemy with it. With the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation being unable to eliminate already completed magical results, they had to first go around the wall, but by that time the place behind the wall was already as empty. Without any better option, the furious believer turned around, once more besieging Ashes. But at that moment the witches again appeared behind their back and in this way caught them off guard. After half an hour of fighting and suffering repeated losses, the ground was covered with the bodies of the Church¡¯s followers, ultimately leaving the Priest left standing. While trembling he threw the pills into his mouth, but before he even had the time to swallow, Ashes had come over, and cut off his arm. ¡°Damn you, you evil creature! You Devil cursed monster!¡± Holding his cut off end of his arm with his other hand full of fear, the Priest roared hysterically. ¡°Are you scared? Have you ever thought about their feelings when you tortured and killed those innocent?¡± Ashes stated coldly, ¡°Compared with us witches, scum like you resemble a devil¡¯s minion much more, you who does not shrink away from any crime. So, feel at ease when I send you back to hell to report.¡± Ending her speech, her sword fell, cutting his curse and his head off. ¡°Did we win?¡± Molly arrived at her side, her voice and face full of disbelief. ¡°Yes,¡± Ashes sighed in relief. ¡°This was the last church in the Fjord, from here on, there is no longer any stronghold left on the islands, we won! ¡± Although the Church¡¯s power in the Fjord was feeble, with merely one hundred believers within every church and no stationed Army of Judges, this was still the first time that the witches had confronted the Church head-on and managed to win. From fleeing in all direction when they heard the grass rustled in the wind. Until now, where they managed to conquer the church, knocking down the huge monster of the past, even if it was only a negligible part of the Church, it was enough to excite all of the witches. Just as she had expected, after everyone confirmed the long-awaited victory, they could not help but cheer loudly. In the hearts of all the witches, the Church was like an overbearing mountain, and now, when they had made the first step to climbing this mountain, permit them to see the first trace of the shining light of dawn. From now on, the Fjord had become their real homeland. ¡°We won!¡± ¡°Long live Her Majesty, Tilly!¡± ¡°Googoo!¡± ¡­ After traveling back to the island by boat, Ashes couldn¡¯t wait to return to Tilly¡¯s residence, and tell her the news that the witches had thoroughly won. But when she met up with her, the latter only stroked her silk like gray hair behind her ear, revealed a bright smile and said: ¡°Maggie has already informed me, I heard that you all are safe and sound, this is really great.¡± Indeed, compared to sailing, it is a lot faster to turn into a seabird and fly back. Ashes looked around and took in the surrounding, but she was unable to see the familiar figure, ¡°Maggie? ¡°She left immediately after reporting on your victory,¡± Tilly shook her head helplessly. Hearing this Ashes couldn¡¯t help but feel shocked, ¡°She¡­ already returned to the Western Border?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Tilly said with a chuckle, ¡°Maybe, she found a very good friend over there. After just a few days, she already couldn¡¯t wait any longer and asked if she could return. If it weren¡¯t for the fact that we needed her help to beat the Church, I¡¯m afraid that after delivering the letter, she would have turned around and flown straight back on that same day¡­ I¡¯m getting more and more curious about the other side.¡± For a while, Ashes hesitated, but then she asked: ¡°Should I not have left her there?¡± ¡°No, that was excellent,¡± the 5th Princess responded with a firm voice, ¡°It is only because you left Maggie in Border Town, that we could easily get in touch with the other side. Furthermore, I also let her take my reply along and pass it on to Roland Wimbledon,¡± She made a grimace, ¡°Care to guess, what I replied to him?¡± ¡°You refused him of course. Crossing the sea to reach this island was already full of risk, how could we then send any witches to the Western Region.¡± ¡°No, I agreed to his request,¡± Tilly smiled, ¡°Furthermore, I also briefed him about the abilities of the non-combat witches and said in the letter that as long as he can guarantee the safety of the witches, I will consider sending some witches to Border Town. What was it that he said? Oh, that¡¯s right. Deepening our friendship by learning and observing together, both of us progressing hand in hand.¡± She paused, ¡°If it becomes necessary, I can even go over to Border Town myself.¡± ¡°Your Royal Highness!¡± Ashes could not stop herself from shouting out her former honorific title in shock. ¡°I know what you are worried about, but right now the biggest enemy of us witches is the Church. What this means is, only by having more allies can we have more power. That we have dealings with the various Islands of the Fjord is because of the beneficial relations it brings, while the Witch Cooperation Association in Border Town can be seen as a natural friend to us. So why don¡¯t you show them some goodwill?¡± Tilly laughed, ¡°Moreover, according to Maggie, it is possible to evolve your ability again by learning knowledge about it. If the witches we send there learn this technique, Sleeping Island would also benefit from it.¡± ¡°But for you to go in person, in case the other party¡­¡± Tilly reached out with her hand to cut her off, ¡°Rest assured, I did not mean that I will leave immediately. As long as the situation isn¡¯t clear, I won¡¯t take the risk and go there. And also do not forget that Sylvie can see through all kinds of camouflage, no matter if it is fine make-up or a magical illusion, nothing can escape her eyes. As long as she belongs to the first batch of people we send over to Border Town, she will be able to help me find out the truth behind the 4th Prince. Besides, even if there was any kind of danger, won¡¯t you still be at my side?¡± Ashes looked for a long time into her eyes, until she finally nodded. ¡°Of course, we can wait until Maggie returns next month, before we speak about this any further.¡± Tilly laughed. ¡°Right now we have more important things we need to do.¡± ¡°What?¡± Ashes asked somewhat surprised. Now, after all the strongholds of the Church in the Fjords had been destroyed, it seemed that the rest of their objectives would just be to peacefully continue to develop Sleeping Island¡­ but when she looked at the expression of the other, it didn¡¯t look like that was the case. The 5th Princess pointed to the white silk gloves with the red gem on it, ¡°There aren¡¯t only ruins to be found in the kingdoms of the mainland, there are also ancient ruins on the Fjord¡¯s Shadow Islands. Most likely the sea folk¡¯s magic stones are coming from there. Taking advantage of the destruction of the Church, I want to go and take a look for myself. ¡± ¡°Is this about the legend of the Ghost Shadow Red River?¡± After having to do with the Fjords for some time, Ashes had also heard of this legend, ¡°The remains were hidden in the sea, appearing and disappearing from time to time. Moreover, within the surroundings are many dangerous undercurrents and sea monsters, which makes it impossible for ordinary people to reach it. Since they were discovered for the first time, many explorer, in order to look at this inconceivable marvel, were hit by misfortune and were now buried at the Shadow Islands. You also do not know the certain position of the ruins, so how do you want to enter them?¡± ¡°Maybe I do not know where it is, but I know someone who can take us there. In fact, this great explorer is currently on Sleeping Island, and it was also he who first discovered these ruins,¡± Tilly smiled. Chapter 223 Chapter 223 Premeditation During these days, Theo stayed in an inn of King¡¯s City, anxiously waiting for the reply from Border Town. A towering inner wall divided King¡¯s City into two separate worlds, and the people would be strictly controlled when entering or leaving. No matter if they were aristocrats or wealthy merchants, everyone could only enter after going through a thorough inspection inside of a small room. Once they had any sign of disease, such as fever, flushes, or dark spots, they were not allowed inside. In case they left the inner city, they would have to return in the evening hours at the latest. Otherwise, when the sun went down, the gates would be closed and they would have to spend the night outside. But this still couldn¡¯t stop the spread of demonic plague, yesterday he had heard the rumors that there were also nobles living in the inner city who had become infected. In case the Church had not finally released their first batch of Holy Elixir, Theo believed that the nobles would have soon started to evacuate from King¡¯s City. Six days after sending out the letter, he was finally informed by Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce that news had arrived. He hastily rushed to the agreed location a tailor shop, where on arrival he was led into the basement by the clerk, and there he met the the Chamber of Commerce¡¯s owner who had been waiting for a long time now. On entering he saw Margaret sitting at a low table, a pot of ice water was placed in front of her, which continuously emitted bursts of cold air. Theo who was sweating from rushing over, sat himself cross-legged on the opposite side, only to suddenly feel a surge of cold breeze on his face, which immediately lifted his spirits. ¡°His Highness asked me to give you this letter,¡± with this words Margaret handed him a sheepskin envelope, taking a closer look the envelope¡¯s sealing wax seemed to still be intact. Theo was impatient to open the message, the letter he had taken out gave him a brief account of the operation plan, the news that the Army had set out, as well as the tasks he himself had to complete. After carefully reading through it again, he put the letter into his pocket, looked towards Margaret and asked, ¡°Was there anything else His Highness requested you to do?¡± ¡°No, he just asked me to send a messenger informing you about the letter¡¯s arrival. Of course, since it was an express delivery there are some extra charges, I was free so I already wrote it into the account.¡± ¡°Keke, all right.¡± Theo cleared his throat. ¡°His Royal Highness wants all the refugees to be transported to Border Town in the shortest amount of time, so he wants you to supply a lot of ships for an uninterrupted transportation, not only those two fleets.¡± ¡°Even if they are already infected?¡± Margaret asked with great interest, ¡°I do not think he wanted to turn the whole Western Territory into a death zone, so¡­ has His Highness found a way to cure the demonic plague?¡± ¡°He did indeed,¡± he nodded, ¡°In fact, there were already infected people present on the first transport, at the time we send them out the disease had merely not broken out yet, only when they came close to Border Town, was it discovered. They are already on their way back to King¡¯s City, with all crew members on board, safe and sound.¡± ¡°His Royal Highness is indeed an incredible man, even the Church wasn¡¯t able to come up with an antidote so quickly,¡± Margaret exclaimed, ¡°Then, how many days does he intend to use for the boarding of the refugees? A week?¡± Theo stretched out three fingers. ¡°This¡­ impossible!¡± For a moment, the business woman was stunned, only to repeatedly shake her head soon after, ¡°Even if half of those people died, there will be still be more than 5,000 people. Being able to transport them within three days means that I will need to prepare nearly a hundred ships. Even if the Chamber of Commerce stops all its other shipping transportation, I would just about to meet this number. However, this way the losses I would suffer will be in the thousands of gold royals or more. And the loss I would make by losing because that is uncountable, even if the steam engine was to become free of charge it still wouldn¡¯t be enough. So¡­ I am afraid I have to refuse. ¡± ¡°If all the people were sitting on the deck, rather than lying in beds in the cabins, the number of individuals a ship could carry would be doubled,¡± Theo insisted, ¡°Furthermore, as long as we don¡¯t pay attention to their comfort, the two masters which are used for the transportation of ore can also be used to move the people. As long as the top of the hatch is opened, one ship can then load about 200 people at the same time. This kind of vessels, your old friend Hogg should have a lot of it, right?¡± ¡°He should definitely have several ships of this type, in Silver City¡­¡± Margaret still looked a little hesitant, ¡°Moreover, according to your arithmetic, it should probably be possible to reduce the number of ships needed to 50. But¡­ this really isn¡¯t a good deal.¡± Theo also had the same thoughts, allowing dozens of ships to converge on top of the canal, just the scheduling and coordinating would require an enormous amount of energy. Also, all the charter costs would be paid out of their own pocket. After expending such a large amount of effort and taking all that trouble, the ¡®harvest¡¯ wouldn¡¯t account for all the work that was needed. This really couldn¡¯t be regarded as a good deal. At this point, he could only put forth the final resort. At the end of the letter His Highness wrote a short line: If Margaret doesn¡¯t want to help, tell her that Lightning is also coming. Reading the sentence had made him a little puzzled, is there any particular relationship between the businesswoman and the cute, little blonde girl? Looking at their appearances it doesn¡¯t seem like that ah¡­ but His Royal Highness must have his own reasons when he speaks so certainly of it. Coming to this conclusion, Theo slowly opened his mouth, ¡°There is a reason why there is no alternative than concluding the transportation within three days. What His Highness is doing is the equivalent of going into a tiger¡¯s den to seize its food. If this is dragged out for too long, the Church might be coming to their door and Lightning is also within their ranks, if they discover the existence of a witch, it might become dangerous for her.¡± ¡°What did you just say?¡± Her voice suddenly rose up. ¡°Lightning is coming?¡± ¡°His Highness¡¯ letter did indeed say so,¡± Theo put on his most honest face, ¡°Probably, in order to guide the troops and offer an early warning. After all, we are currently within the domain of the New King.¡± ¡°I got it,¡± Margaret stood up, ¡°When do you need a vessel?¡± ¡°They ought to arrive in four days in case they aren¡¯t delayed on the way.¡± ¡°I will go to my greatest extent to arrange it,¡± she went to her desk to the side, took up her pen and began to write, ¡°But I have a condition, you have to tell me the position of His Highness troops. So that in the case that they want to enter the city, I can arrange adequate rooms for them.¡± Alright, it seems that this trick is indeed useful, ¡°I think this point shouldn¡¯t be a problem,¡± Theo was secretly delighted, ¡°In addition, I have one more thing I will need your help with.¡± ¡°Speak,¡± Margaret sighed. ¡°I need a procession of carts with wine barrels, the more barrels there are, the better. But they mustn¡¯t be filled with ale or wine, but with river or well water.¡± According to His Highness¡¯ letter, the crucial person to solve the demonic plague is the witch Lily; she can transform ordinary water into a cure for the disease. But there is a dangerous flaw in His Highness plan, if the street rats were allowed to come near the camp and get to know that there were people who could continuously produce the ¡°Holy Elixir,¡± I bet that on the next day everyone in the city would come to know about it. ¡°River and well water?¡± Margaret raised her eyebrows. ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°Rest assured, His Royal Highness will pay for this.¡± Theo declared laughingly. In considerations of confidentiality and security, transporting the water from the troops¡¯ camp to King¡¯s City could only be done by him personally. In case he would just carry a water bag to cure the fugitives from the Eastern Region of the demonic plague, it would not only be troublesome, but its efficiency would also be very low. Because of this he had to come up with a method which allowed him to bring as much of the purified water through as possible in one round. Installing a large barrel on a cart was clearly a good choice. Chapter 224 Chapter 224 Launching the Rescue plan After learning that His Highness¡¯ side had a method to cure the demonic plague, Theo¡¯s irritable mood finally calmed down. Once there was something he could busy himself with, the following days seemed to go by a lot faster. In addition to his visits to the wine estates at the outskirts of King¡¯s City, he also planned the route for the convoy, while keeping the topography of the area around the canal¡¯s pier and the city gate in mind. Nowadays, wanting to enter the city had become quite a hassle, using the refugees outside of King¡¯s City as the reason, all the major city gates had been sealed. In this way prohibiting any outsider from entering the city, especially after the Church had begun to distribute the Holy Elixir. After the refugees became aware of this, they began to desperately attack the city gates every day. Hoping to be allowed to go to the church for treatment. However, the guards stationed at the wall responded without hesitation and flocked them with crossbow bolts. The result was, that by now many corpses were lying in front of the city gates and rotting under the scorching sun, spreading an unpleasant odor. The only open gate was a side gate limited to the use of the nobility and the merchants who brought the food. Fortunately, Theo had worked in the patrol for some time and because of that he was known by most of the guards as a native of King¡¯s City, allowing him to go through the gate with just a simple greeting. It was precisely because of this quarantine, that both the inner and outer city lost almost all contact, so even when they had transported the refugees away with great fanfare, the news of it had difficulties spread into the inner city. Not to mention that the upper nobility were anxiously waiting for someone to ship all the refugees from the Eastern Region away. And save them from later having to suppress a rebellion. Theo roughly understood why His Highness had set out on the same day he had received the letter. All these people outside of the city felt as if they had been abandoned by their King. So, in case the Church sent out some priest to heal them, they would become their most faithful of believers. But if His Highness could arrive before the Church could grab them, these people would instead be pulled to his side. There was no doubt that after healing them and offering them a new place to stay, they would become His Highness most fanatical of supporters. On the morning of the fourth day, the returning first fleet arrived at the canal¡¯s pier on time. Theo was surprised to discover that His Highness had sent as many as 300 soldiers of the First Army. Who were furthermore all dressed in their standard uniform and armed with revolver rifles. With this powerful contingent as a safeguard, even if the Church came to know about them, he estimated that they would still be unable to prevent the refugees from leaving. ¡°Lightning!¡± Margaret who also waited at the pier immediately shouted when she saw the little girl¡¯s figure, unable to containing herself from going forward and hugging her. ¡°This is¡­?¡± Iron Axe asked. ¡°The owner of the Grand Chamber of Commerce, Ms. Margaret,¡± Theo explained, ¡°All the ships we need for the transportation will be provided by her or a partner of her¡¯s, without her we would never be able to implement His Highness plan.¡± ¡°So, it was like this,¡± After understanding the situation Iron Axe nodded to her. ¡°Thank you for your help.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll deduct all my expense from His Highness fee,¡± Margaret merely shrugged. ¡°But when you¡¯re thanking me, you should also thank Lightning.¡± Lightning crooked head and asked confused, ¡°Why me?¡± ¡°Keke, it¡¯s nothing.¡± Theo coughed twice. ¡°What are you going to do next?¡± ¡°Next we will set up a camp in the south of the dock to control the area, and then in the afternoon we will start the rescue mission.¡± Iron Axe said, ¡°If the ships could be here by then, that would be for the best.¡± * When Brian led his men into the refugee area, he could not help but frown. Everywhere he looked he saw dying people. Their skin had split open at many places, with black blood continuously flowing out of them and attracting swarms of flies. However, those ill people didn¡¯t even have the strength left to drive the insects off, simply letting these flying insects crawl all over their body and drink of their blood. Seeing all this, he couldn¡¯t help but think of the Months of Demons, when the people of Border Town were trapped in the slums of Longsong Stronghold. Having to face death by hunger and coldness, but being utterly helpless against it. If all this was really done by the Church, it was a simply unforgivable crime. ¡°Let¡¯s call the first group,¡± Brian said. ¡°We depend on you, Miss Echo.¡± If they rashly went within the crowd and announced that they were in possession of medicine to cure the ill, it would most likely cause a ruckus. And when a large group of refugees went into the direction of the docks all at once, their small group of dozens of people would simply not be enough to suppress them. Because of this, they had to make sure that the information was always only spread to a select small groups at the same time. Considering this problem, His Highness had decided to specially sent Miss Echo along. With her ability, Echo was able to control the area within which her voice would be heard, or she could also just put her voice next to a person¡¯s ear. Even though Brian saw how she opened her mouth to speak, he was unable to hear any sound, while the fugitives turned around and looked over. Soon, a group of them came over, more stumbling than running, ¡°Your honor, is what you said really true? As long as you can cure the disease, I am willing to follow you to the Western Region!¡± ¡°Of course it¡¯s true. Our ships have stopped at the pier, so gather your family and come with me!¡± Other soldiers also stepped forward to help the patients who laid on the ground and were unable to move. Their small group instantly expanded to several hundred people, who walked together in the direction of the pier. Many people who noticed this scene, also began to follow, doing their best to catch up with them. Back to the pier, soldiers of the First Army had already filled with bags with purified water and placed them on a long table. At the gangway to board the ship stood Iron Axe with a squadron, only letting only two people through at the same time, and ensuring that all the people who wanted to embark had first drunken the curing water. ¡°Everybody listens, these water bags are filled with medicine that treats the illness, so as long as you drink from it, you will immediately recover.¡± Next, to the long table, they had set up a stage on which stood the one with the highest standing amongst the soldiers, constantly preaching His Highness¡¯ manuscript, ¡°What the church has called the ¡®Demonic Plague caused by witches and could only be dispelled by their Holy Elixir¡¯ is a groundless statement, nothing more. They just want to earn more money and also make you kneel to them, thanking them for their graciousness in saving your life. Instead Lord Roland not only brought the medicine, he also doesn¡¯t charge you any fees for it! Yes, you don¡¯t even have to pay a copper royal for it!¡± These words immediately heated up the crowd, but when the first person drunk the purified water, he quickly felt how his body changed. Unable to believe it, he tore open his clothes only to see how the dark spots quickly faded away, ¡°This medicine is indeed effective! I¡¯m healed, I¡¯m healed!¡± ¡°Me too, God above, the wounds no longer bleed!¡± ¡°God you say, where is it? I only see a group of liars!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! This medicine has nothing to do with the Church!¡± ¡°Long live His Highness, Roland!¡± As more and more people were healed, the witnessing crowd also became more and more excited. If the First Army to hadn¡¯t been there to control the order, the water bags placed on the table would have immediately been washed away by the flood of fugitives. ¡°At the moment, His Highness is busy with developing the Western Region, for this, he requires a lot of manpower to cultivate fields, build houses, build roads¡­ he does not charge you anything for the medicine, and he also doesn¡¯t force you to go with us to the West.¡± The soldier responsible for the propaganda continued to shout as loud as possible, ¡°But His Royal Highness promises, that as long as you are willing to follow us to the Western Region and work for him, you will get food, shelter and payment! No matter what your specialty is, you will get a matching job! If you are willing to take the first step into a new life, just step forward and follow the mercenaries on board, they will take you to your new home! If you are unwilling that is also okay, we will still be here and provide help for the next three days; after that we will leave. During these three days, food will be given out free of charge by the caravan!¡± ¡°Is there really a new home and work with salary waiting for us?¡± Someone asked loudly. ¡°Of course, that is the condition offered by His Highness!¡± The soldier nodded in response. ¡°Please let me on board; I am willing to serve His Royal Highness!¡± ¡°Me too!¡± ¡°And I!¡± ¡°I¡¯m a blacksmith!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Brian was very pleased to see that within this group of hundreds of people, no one chose to stay in King¡¯s City and instead they all decided to board the ship to the West. The moment a vessel was full, it would immediately depart and then be replaced by an empty ship. Under Margaret¡¯s command, there wasn¡¯t even the slightest pause between. Afterward, Brian continued to lead refugees from the camps to the dock, always relying on Echo sound transmission technique to draw in a new batch of Eastern Region refugees. The number of refugees under her control would be between 300 to 400 every time. As he returned with a new team of patients to the pier, he suddenly saw how the First Army stationed in the wheat fields in the south began to move. A team of them rushed out at flying speed into the direction of the northern bank of the canal, while carrying their guns in their hand. ¡°What happened?¡± Brian asked into the direction of Iron Axe¡¯s men. ¡°Scout Miss Lightning said that someone had secretly jumped off the ship and run away,¡± one of them offered while saluting. ¡°Maybe there¡¯s a rat which had hidden itself between the refugees?¡± Chapter 225 Chapter 225 The Avengers In fact, there was more than one of those rats, so once again, Iron Axe stood in front of a man they had captured and looked at him expressionlessly, ¡°You are the third person who¡¯s tried to escape by jumping off the ship, the refugees also told us that you haven¡¯t come from the Eastern Region. So, what will be your important last words, will it be a confession?¡± The two people who had previously been caught, after using a dagger to cut off a finger, of both of them immediately confessed their origins and purpose in coming. Of course, their corpses were still thrown into the canal afterwards, since Iron Axe had never been a person who had a soft-heart. His experience of struggling for survival in Iron Sand City was that when dealing with an enemy that was hiding the head and showing the tail, the best response was to cut off one exposed limb after the other. However, what surprised him was that the prisoner with his after being pushed down on his knees and getting his hands tied to his back, still looked very healthy, nothing like those other sick people. Is it possible that some other faction has sent him here to die? ¡°I¡¯m not your enemy,¡± were his first words when he opened his mouth, and directly stared into Iron Axe¡¯s eyes. ¡°My name is Hill Fawkes, Theo should know my name!¡° ¡­ At this time Theo still hadn¡¯t left the dock. After being called, he came over to Iron Axe, looked at Hill Fawkes, and said: ¡°This man is one of the people who belong to Black Hammer.¡± ¡°So, he isn¡¯t your man?¡± Iron Axe confirmed. ¡°He has nothing to do with me; he is a street rat who only recently joined.¡± ¡°You deceived Black Hammer and also the Skeleton Fingers,¡± Hill suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, ¡°You are not working for Timothy, but rather the Lord of the Western Territory, His Highness Roland Wimbledon!¡± ¡°He knows too much,¡± Theo said as he made a slicing gesture across his neck to Iron Axe. ¡°The best place for this man is the canal.¡± Hill, to stop his death, proclaimed: ¡°I have heard everything the mercenary announced, I believe we can cooperate! I am willing to work for His Royal Highness Roland!¡± ¡°His Highness does not need the allegiance of a street rat,¡± Iron Axe said as he pulled out his sword. ¡°I am not a street rat, I am¡­ I¡¯m a citizen of King¡¯s City! I¡¯m Timothy¡¯s enemy!¡± Hill cried. ¡°Wait,¡± Theo called Iron Axe to stop and went over to Hill. The latter raised his head and looked fearlessly into the guard¡¯s eyes, with eyes which seemed to burn. So¡­ This was what I saw in his eyes at the first time, but wasn¡¯t able to understand at the time, Theo thought. His eyes were full of hatred, and the hatred was so intense that even as he was deliberately trying to conceal it, he could not completely cover his burning anger. ¡°Tell me what it is you want to do for His Highness.¡± ¡°It is true that I lived in the northern district of the city and that I occasionally went to the Covert Trumpeter to get a drink, but I didn¡¯t lose all my possession because of gambling. Furthermore, my wife also didn¡¯t run away with someone else¡­¡± Hill gnashed his teeth, ¡°The truth is, it was Timothy who caused her death!¡± The story really wasn¡¯t that complicated, which allowed Theo to quickly come to understand the sequence of the events. He and his wife originally were members of the ¡°Dove and Cylinder¡± an acrobatic troupe, who often performed in King¡¯s City¡¯s inner city. The acrobatic troupe wasn¡¯t that big; they only had seven members, and the atmosphere between them has always been very harmonious. His wife was the only woman in the group, and had also been unanimous pursued by everyone. But in the end, Hill became the victor, finally winning her heart. Afterward, their married life was very sweet, and not much later the both of them had saved enough to buy a house in the inner city. But all this was destroyed by Timothy¡¯s witch-hunting operation. Under Langley¡¯s leadership, the patrol acted like a bunch of mad dogs, recklessly capturing those under suspicion, and his wife just happened to be one of those who had been unfortunate enough to be captured. Hill Fawkes had thought that as long as he paid the ransom money, he could get his wife released, or if that proved impossible at least see her face to face. However, even though the prison warden accepted the ransom, not only did he not release her, he even refused his request to let him enter the jail and see her. He only tried appeasing him by saying that he only had to wait a while until they confirmed that his wife wasn¡¯t a witch, and she would naturally be set free afterwards. So when the warden informed him that he should come to the jail to get his wife, he never expected that the situation would take a sharp turn for the worse, leaving him to find the scarred corpse of his wife. When Hill angrily went to Langley to demand an explanation, the final result was, the prison head and his guards had merely been sentenced to ten lashes, and received a fine of twenty-five silver royals, while he was given three gold royals in compensation. This kind of sentencing was totally unacceptable for Hill; he even went so far as finding the highest person in charge, Sir Weimar also known as ¡°Knight Steelheart¡±, but even this was to no avail. Sir Weimar could only tell him that Langley was Timothy¡¯s cronies and that the new members of the patrol were also all his lackeys. Furthermore, the witch hunt was His Majesty personal order, so even Sir Pail, the Minister of Justice could not speak out against it. Thereupon Hill decided he would make the New King pay, never anticipating that his former partners in the acrobatic troupe would actually support him. However, as a group of acrobats without any form of combat expertise, wealth, or troops under their command, it was almost impossible for them to carry out their vendetta against the King. The only possible way to harm him that Hill could think of was collecting intelligence about Timothy and giving it to his enemies, like the Queen of Clearwater Garcia Wimbledon. For this, they had all joined different groups of street rats, and decided to collect any clues the could find concerning the new King. This was also the reason why he secretly monitored all of Theo¡¯s movements. In case that Timothy wanted to get rid of the refugees, he had to try to stop them as much as possible. But he was too slow before he could take action, the demonic plague had broken out, and Theo suspended the transportation of the refugees. But today, Hill discovered that they had started the operation once again. And in order to investigate, he straightforwardly disguises himself as a refugee and succeeded in mixing in with the crowd. Resulting in the discovery that in truth Theo was actually serving Roland Wimbledon, the 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Who, without a doubt, as a qualified competitor of the Throne of Graycastle, was also an enemy of Timothy. Probably in the eyes of Hill, as long as it allows him to kill the new King, he wouldn¡¯t even shrink away from working for the Devil. ¡°Okay, the last question. By mixing into the crowd to make discreet inquiries for news, did it never occur to you that you might infect yourself?¡± Theo asked with interest, ¡°I never thought that a person with vengeance as his aim would throw his life away that easily.¡± ¡°I have the antidote,¡± Hill confessed. ¡°It is hidden in a pocket in my undergarments. All my troupe¡¯s partners spend most of their family¡¯s possessions to buy it for me from the black market.¡± Theo reached out and searched with his hand, fishing out a finger thick transparent vial, which was filled with a blue liquid. He handed it over to Iron Axe, then said, ¡°That should be the Holy Elixir of the Church. I think His Royal Highness will be interested in something like this.¡± ¡°This person¡­¡± Iron Axe received the vial then asked, ¡°What do you plan with him?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Theo touched his chin, if it were the normal times, without the possibility of verifying the authenticity of his words, we could only choose the safest method and directly sent him on his way. However, at this time, there was someone in the camp who could judge whether he was speaking the truth or was lying, ¡°I want to ask Miss Nightingale to verify his words.¡± ¡­ Later in the evening, Theo returned to the Covert Trumpeter. Black Hammer¡¯s spirit evidently wasn¡¯t very high, with the spread of the recent epidemic, his business had dropped so low it was at freezing point. And if that wasn¡¯t bad enough already, Silver Ring and Pots had also become infected, which intensified his restlessness by many times. Hill, as if nothing unusual had happened, sat slightly stiff on the opposite side of Theo. Theo put on a slight smile then threw out a pouch of gold royals in front of Black Hammer. ¡°There really is no reason for you to be so depressed. I have some good news and I also have a business offer for you.¡± After counting the coins and putting them away, Black Hammer opened his mouth and said weakly, ¡°Currently we won¡¯t take any business. Now that the demonic plague is running amok, who would be foolish enough to go outside? All this money isn¡¯t even sufficient to buy the Holy Elixir. Don¡¯t you know how much you have to pay to buy even one bottle of medicine from the black market? At least twenty-five gold royals!¡± ¡°What a coincidence,¡± Theo laughed. ¡°As it happens, the business I am speaking of has also to do with buying medicine,¡± he paused, ¡°¡­a special medicine to cope with the demonic plague.¡± Chapter 226 Chapter 226 Inner City operation ¡°You managed to get hold of the Holy Elixir?¡± Black Hammer was suddenly back in full spirit. ¡°Holy Elixir?¡± Theo retracted his smile and sneered instead, ¡°There is no need to take the Church¡¯s drug, there are others medicines that can also cure patients of the demonic plague.¡± Saying this he removed two small bags from his waist and placed them on the table, ¡°Putting the blame on the witches is just the usually trick used to get some benefits, after all, a dead person cannot talk back.¡± Puzzled Black Hammer picked up one of the bags, and placed it near his ear and shook it, only then did he untie the rope and smell what was inside, ¡°No odour?¡± ¡°Just take them to Silver Ring and Pots, afterward you will know that this is the real medicine,¡± Theo said. ¡°They should be somewhere in the tavern.¡± ¡°Since we discovered their infection, I made them hide in the basement, and I didn¡¯t allow them to come out. Nowadays whenever people see someone with black spots, it¡¯s quite likely that they will go out of their way to attack the sick, and because of this, the den of the skeleton fingers won¡¯t open its door to let them in.¡± Black Hammer picked up the second bag and announced, ¡°Sir, I¡¯ll go now and give it a try.¡± When he got up and left, Hill was still staring at the table, not saying a word, which made Theo secretly shake his head. An ordinary person who lives under the constant threat of the demonic plague can never keep so calm when he hears that he can get the medicine to cure the disease. Even if you do not want to seem too excited, at least take a look at it and ask a few words. With his performance, Hill has proven that he doesn¡¯t hold the qualification to become a spy. ¡°Can this medicine really cure the demonic plague?¡± Little Finger shouted suddenly. ¡°Sir, where did you get this from?¡± Even the little girl is better at it than him, Theo thought while taking a sip of his wine, ¡°Without a doubt, after all, it was given to me by my Lord in the Royal Palace, other than him, who else would dare to go against the Church?¡± In no time, Black Hammer came back and brought Silver Ring and Pots along, ¡°Oh, my God, this medicine is incredible! Just moments after they drank it, the black spot on their bodies had already began to disappear.¡± Seeing Theo, both men immediately went to their knees even though their wounds were still bleeding, and in unison they said, ¡°Sir, Thanks a lot for your medicine, you¡¯ve saved our lives!¡± ¡°First go and bandage your wounds,¡± Theo waved at their injuries. Although the purified water was able to heal the disease, it still could not heal their wounds. Such serious injuries would have to recover like any other injury, and needed at least a week, ¡°Rather than thanking me, you should thank my employer. If you can fulfill this current mission, it is even possible that you can get rid of your identity as street rats.¡± ¡°Maj¡­ No, I mean, does your employer really want us to sell this medicine?¡± Black Hammer asked excitedly. Apparently, he had already realized how much revenue they could make by selling these potions. ¡°That¡¯s right; the Church is currently using the medicine to deceive the people, which has made my employer furious with them. If he allows this group of so called fortune tellers who lack any scruple keep going, I¡¯m afraid the whole King¡¯s City will have changed into a cathedral soon, rather than Wimbledon¡¯s home territory.¡± Theo lowered his voice, ¡°Also, he is unwilling to see such a huge city only be left with only a few citizens, therefore, this medicine absolutely cannot be sold at a price so expensive that it would lead to it becoming unaffordable for most people.¡± He took another two leather bags from his waist and threw them on the table, ¡°These kind of bags, will be sold for at most for ten silver royals.¡± ¡°T-ten silver royals?¡± Black Hammer exclaimed, his eyes shot wide open. ¡°Yes, six belong to my employer, the rest will belong to you,¡± he extended his palm, ¡°And this medicine should be enough to use 5000-6000 people. Therefore you can obtain at least several hundred royals, even after splitting it up, it is still not a small amount. It should be sufficient for you to spend it for the rest of your life in comfort. The other side seemed as if they wanted to speak but were unable to find the words. The whole time they stared a the water backs on the table, seemingly thinking about how to obtain even greater benefits. Within his heart, Theo clearly knew what was going through these street rats¡¯ minds. The potion itself had no processing cost, even if they gave it away for free, it wouldn¡¯t have been a problem. However, without a profit to be shared, he could only rely on himself, which would substantially lower the efficiency and would also be much more eye-catching. So, by letting the rats sell the medicine, he could reduce the risk, and ten silver royals was also a price that the majority of the urban citizens would be able to pay. Of course, to be honest, he couldn¡¯t trust that they would sell it so cheaply, whether they stole a part of it to sell in the inner city, or transferred it to the black market, they would always make huge profits. Ultimately, the amount of potion sold to the citizen for a low price would perhaps be less than half of it, but this wasn¡¯t the focus of Theo¡¯s concern. His task was to undermine the conspiracy of the Church as much as possible so that everyone could understand that the Holy Elixir was not the only antidote able to dispel the evil spirits nor was it such a rare or expensive thing. The result would be that the propaganda of the Church would become publicity questioned, especially by those believers who had gone to great extends to buy such costly medicine, beginning to question themselves about whether god¡¯s spokesperson had cheated them or not. ¡°I know exactly what you¡¯re thinking,¡± Theo opened his mouth and began to speak, ¡°You want to hide some of the medicine and secretly sell it for a higher prices by selling it to the upper ranks, I can act as if I haven¡¯t seen it¡­ but I won¡¯t forget,¡± his tone became cold, ¡°My employer really isn¡¯t a good-natured person, if you do not want to drown into the moat, it would be the best to show a bit of restraint, after all, only alive can you feel the pleasures of living.¡± ¡°But what should we do if someone else resells the medicine?¡± Silver Ring asked. ¡°That¡¯s very easy to be solved; everyone can only buy only one bag and they have to drink it on the spot.¡± After he finished giving his advice, he looked at Black Hammer and asked, ¡°How is it, are you interested in this business?¡± ¡°But the Covert Trumpeter may not be able to handle so much medicine, I think ¡­¡± Theo interrupted him immediately. ¡°It¡¯s your business to arrange for the people who will sell the medicine and it is also your decision where you will sell it. I¡¯m just the substitute my employer has sent to keep an eye on you.¡± Black Hammer gnashed his teeth, look at his four subordinates, and when he saw that none of them were raising any objection, he smashed his fist on the table and proclaimed, ¡°This business, I will take it!¡± ¡°Well,¡± Theo nodded, ¡°On sunset, the day after tomorrow, a carriage carrying the medicine will come to the pub¡¯s entryway, so you have time until then to arrange your workforce and also spread the news about the drug release. Do a good job of it; my employer doesn¡¯t want to see any failure.¡± The day after tomorrow is the last day of the First Army¡¯s stay. After they leave the city, no matter what the city turns into, it won¡¯t cause a threat for His Royal Highness, Theo thought. ¡­ After leaving the tavern, it didn¡¯t take long until Hill had caught up to him. ¡°Won¡¯t you meet up with my companions? They are all eager to take revenge against Timothy.¡± ¡°For the time being I¡¯m trusting you because you passed the test,¡± Theo shook his head and continued. ¡°If you had not been caught today, what would have been your next steps?¡± ¡°I would have gone back and told everyone the news, and listened to their opinions about it. I¡¯m not sure if I should continue to keep watch for a while or if I should immediately go to His Highness Roland,¡± Fawkes replied. ¡°Oh?¡± Theo¡¯s interest was piqued, so he asked, ¡°What¡¯s your opinion about it?¡± For a moment Hill hesitated, then stated what was on his mind, ¡°I do not think that His Royal Highness is the same as most of the other nobles. Very few of them wouldn¡¯t spare any effort to save the fugitives, and¡­ he also treats the witches equally favorable as everyone else. Supposing the case that Timothy would be the same, it would be unlikely that my wife would¡¯ve¡­¡± He became silent for a while, ¡°So I would prefer to serve His Highness directly.¡± ¡°If that is the case you should go back and say nothing, act as if you have never been to the pier.¡± ¡°Why¡­¡± Hill lifted his head in astonishment. ¡°An outstanding spy should make a habit of concealing their secrets inside of their heart, rather than sharing everything with others, especially at such a critical moment as this.¡± Theo stated one reason after another, ¡°If you want to work for His Highness, there are still many things you will need to learn.¡± Chapter 227 Chapter 227 The Whistleblower In the grand hall of the church, the presiding priest was overlooking the farmer kneeling before his feet. The farmers originally tall and sturdy stature had now turned into a completely crooked lump, with his hands slightly trembling and his skin showing an abnormal purple color. Not much longer and those patches will condense into dark spots, and eventually spread all over his body. By only getting infected today he can be considered as strong enough. ¡°I remember you; you are Rocky Hill living in the Eastern District, you frequently come to the church to bring us fresh wheat grain,¡± the priest said. ¡°You¡­ recognize me! That¡¯s great, Your Reverence¡± he kowtowed again and again, ¡°The demonic plague infected my family, I, I need the Holy Elixir, I beseech you.¡± ¡°However, what is it that you brought with you to the Church today? The Holy Elixir isn¡¯t something that I can arbitrarily give away,¡± Ferry stated, not stalling or taking his time. ¡°The exchange it requires has to be given by your heart.¡± ¡°I, I in order to buy medicine, I have been cheated by those rats and lost all my money,¡± Rock Hill said with a trembling voice, ¡°Please forgive me, for my heart wasn¡¯t sincere, I should have never sought shortcuts by going through the black market. At present I only have one last egg left, please accept it.¡± With this words, he took one plump egg out of his chest and offered it with his hands extended above his head. ¡°Pinning your hope on the deceiving and mean people of the black market will naturally be punished, but God will always extend his hand to help a lost lamb back on the right track. Only those who recognize their own faults will be able to go further and further on their pilgrimage.¡± Ferry took the egg and smiled.¡± Get up; God forgives you. ¡± ¡°Re-really?¡± Rocky Hill didn¡¯t dare believe his ears. ¡°God¡¯s envoys will never deceive someone.¡± Ferry beckon waved, and another follower holding a box with potions immediately came over. Ferry picked four bottles and handed them to Rocky Mountain. ¡°If I remember correctly, your family has a total of four people, right?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Reverence,¡± he swallowed his tears, took the Holy Elixir in his hands and then leaned over to kiss the priest¡¯s shoes, ¡°Thank you, thank you, from now on I will dedicate my whole life to the Church and to God!¡± This scene also touched all the believers standing at the side, they immediately began to cheering, happily welcoming a new member to their family of believers. Waiting until the cheers ebbed down a little, Ferry held his hand up indicating that they should become quiet, then said with a clear voice: ¡°Next.¡± ¡­ This kind of Holy Elixir distribution continued until dusk. With the sounding of the King¡¯s City¡¯s bell, Priest Ferry declared the end of the day¡¯s distribution ceremony which would be continued tomorrow morning, leaving the begging crowd behind in the main hall. Although his body had become somewhat tired, his spirit was still fully burning. Since standing in the grand hall listening to the pleas and prayers of the people, and watching as they couldn¡¯t wait to do everything they could to please him, made it impossible to not feel like a God in his mind. No, what is commonly known as God is really just the Church itself, Ferry thought. After developing the demonic disease and the corresponding antidote, we can easily decide about other people¡¯s life and death, with this kind of power in our hands, what is the difference between us and God? Sighing with emotion, he was once more assured that giving up the inheritance of his family business and joining the Church had been the right choice. In the face of such power, no one will be able to stop up. Wealthy businessmen? High-ranking nobles? When facing death, they will all be equally willing to abandon everything in exchange for the opportunity to live. Returning to the rest area in the back hall, a clergyman hurriedly came up to him and whispered in his ear: ¡°Your Reverence, a street rat came in and reported that he had discovered an important matter.¡± ¡°Regarding what?¡± ¡°Something about the refugees of the Eastern Region, the concrete news he only wants to say when meeting you face to face.¡± The clergyman immediately answered. According to the Church¡¯s instructions given beforehand, Ferry should make full use of the demonic plague and its antidote, and gather as many new followers for Hermes as possible. Therefore, winning over the refugees was also a part of his plan, but compared to the citizens of King¡¯s City their importance wasn¡¯t as high. He had intended to wait another two or three days, and let half of the homeless refugees die before coming out to treat and cure the rest, which would make them feel as if their King had abandoned them. As a result, within the whole of King¡¯s City, 90% of its population would become the Church¡¯s followers. With this kind of merit and the previous order for the Battle for the Throne, would perhaps be sufficient to take another step down the road to the rank of Bishop. At least in regards to rewarding the people for their merits, the Church has always been very fair, never considering someone¡¯s blood relationship or former identity. As long as someone showed outstanding performance, they would be promoted. What kind of severe problem could have arisen within the refugees? Suppressing his doubts to the bottom of his heart, he quietly said, ¡°Alright, just take him to the secret room, I will join him soon.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Reverence.¡± Taking off the ceremony priest robe, Ferry grasped a flexible plate armor out of the closet and put it on, and then covered it over with a loose coat. Afterward, he stepped in front of a silver mirror for a little reorganization before he left for the secret room. Stepping into the chamber and analyzing the situation, the priest saw that the ¡°informant¡¯s¡± hair was disorderly, and his complexion was sallow and skinny, allowing him to see his bones in his arms. However, what was strange was that on his whole body there was not a trace of the black spots or any other symptoms. The moment the opposite party saw the priest enter, he immediately went on his knees and announced, ¡°Your Reverence, my name is Needle, and I have important information to tell you.¡± ¡°You may speak.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± He looked up, drifted with his eyes to the other two people accompanying them in the secret room, indicating that he was hesitant to speak in front of outsiders. ¡°They don¡¯t matter, they are Priest Shattrath, my right-hand,¡± Ferry said. ¡°And the other one is Grandma Hera, who is responsible for safeguarding and taking care of this secret room, almost never leaving this place.¡± ¡°Then I will speak but regarding the promised¡­¡± ¡°The Holy Elixir is here,¡± Ferry said, impatiently pulling out the blue vial. ¡°As long as your information is valuable, I will, of course, heal you from the evil spirits.¡± ¡°Your Reverence, I assure you that this information is absolutely astonishing,¡± Needle proclaimed and raised his head. ¡°Some people are continuously transporting the fugitives away, and they have empty ships everywhere on the canal, all this I have personally seen with my own eyes. I fear that within a few days they will be able to bring away all the refugees.¡± ¡°They are taking away those patients infected with the black spots?¡± Ferry frowned. ¡°Are you sure you haven¡¯t misread the situation?¡± Previously he had already received the message that a fleet was transporting the refugees of the Eastern Region away, but something like this was quite normal. Those nobles always love it when the territory of another noble is stricken by natural disaster, this time it will allow them to plunder some workers for a very low price. Anyway, now that the demonic disease is running amuck those idiots will naturally be punished by God. However, now¡­ after they know that the plague has infected the people, how can they still shelter the refugees? ¡°No, they are in possession of a cure for the demonic disease! After those mercenaries gave the patients a bag with some strange water to drink, the dark spots on their body quickly disappeared. Furthermore, they also claimed that they are coming from the Western Region, and as long as the refugees are willing to come along with the fleet, they would receive food, shelter, and remuneration for the work they have done.¡± Needle¡¯s eyes paused on Ferry¡¯s, ¡°But the most astonishingly is that these people are working together with a witch!¡± ¡°What did you just say?¡± ¡°What I said is absolutely correct, Your Reverence!¡± Needle shouted, ¡°I mixed in with the ranks of the fugitives and embarked on a ship. In the beginning, I hadn¡¯t seen anything, but then somebody jumped from the ship, and the mercenaries on shore began the pursue him. Before long I noticed that there was a shadow circling in the sky, but it wasn¡¯t a bird, it was a witch flying in the air. I was so scared that I did not dare to move. I waited until the ship had sailed several kilometers and I couldn¡¯t detect a trace of the witch, before I took the next opportunity and dived into the water to escape. I almost needed a day to come back. ¡°Needle rubbed his hands,¡± Your Reverence, do you believe now that this information is worth a bottle of Holy Elixir in exchange? ¡°Wait a minute, you said that they have a way to cure the demonic plague and that you also have drunk it, in other words, does that mean you were previously sick?¡± Ferry asked. ¡°Uh¡­ That¡¯s right, but didn¡¯t you say, as long as I have valuable information to offer, I can¡­¡± Needle grinned awkwardly, revealing a mouth of uneven yellow teeth. So that¡¯s the reason, he doesn¡¯t want to use it but instead wants to take this bottle of Holy Elixir to the black market to sell it, after pondering for a moment Ferry asked again, ¡°How many people does the other side have? Are you sure they were mercenaries from a caravan? ¡° ¡°They assuredly were , they have no armor, no horses, and their weapons were a kind of wooden spear. As for their numbers¡­¡± Needle went with his hand through his hair, ¡°Not more than a hundred people, at most!¡± ¡°To whom did belonged the ships?¡± ¡°This¡­ I cannot tell, most of the ships haven¡¯t hung any flag, and even in case they had hung one up, I wouldn¡¯t be able to recognize them. But the mercenaries personally said that the fleet was leaving for the Western Region¡­ ah¡­ yes, he also mentioned that the recruitment was for the Lord of Border Town.¡± Needle racked his brain to recall his words, ¡°he was currently in the process of reclaiming the land, and thus the Lord needs a large workforce. That¡¯s all I can remember.¡± ¡°Well, this was indeed a crucial news you had to offer,¡± the priest took a deep breath and pulled a bottle of blue liquid from his pocket and threw it towards Needle, ¡°Take it with you, it is yours.¡± ¡°Th-thank you, Your Reverence!¡± Flustered the latter caught the bottle, but suddenly his whole body began to tremble, and his eyes became huge. Only seeing a slender dagger sticking out of his neck, sending out a faint coldness, with the old and senile room manager suddenly standing behind him. Chapter 228 Chapter 228 Faceless person The grannie retrieved her dagger, and let him fall to the ground. She then picked up the medicine bottle, rubbed it on her body to clean it and handed it back to the priest. ¡°Well done,¡± Ferry nodded, ¡°Now drag him out and dispose his corpse.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± she answered with a husky voice, dragging the corpse without any effort, much unlike an old woman. ¡°Your Reverence, do you believe that he was telling the truth?¡± After the manager had left, Priest Shattrath asked, ¡°That the caravan and the witches are working together, and if I remember correctly wasn¡¯t it the 4th Prince, Roland Wimbledon who got assigned to Border Town? ¡°Whether it is true or not we will only know after we send someone to examine it,¡± Ferry said with a serious expression. ¡°But I think the possibility that he lied to us isn¡¯t likely. As long as we send some eyes on top of the city walls to take a look, we should be able to notice the situation of the refugees. So if he wanted to fabricate a lie in exchange for the Holy Elixir, at least he would have taken one which would have been harder to verify.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll send someone to review the situation right away,¡± the priest bowed. ¡°Go ahead and investigate the information, promptly come back afterwards and report to me.¡± Ferry slowly walked to the table, sat down, and started playing with the Elixir in his hands. These refugees had already been in the bag. After all, to control their movements and prevent them from fleeing from the demonic plague by themselves, he had dispatched the street rats from the Dreamland organization, and made them mix in with the refugees. There they should spread the news that the Church would soon come to save them. As long as they could endure for a few more days not only would they receive God¡¯s redemption, there was also the possibility that they would be accepted by the Church, and become a citizen of King¡¯s City. As for those rats, they were mostly already infected themselves, and because of this, they wouldn¡¯t spare any effort to exchange for the Holy Elixir. In case the information given by the rat was correct, it meant that this group of people had at least started transport the refugees away since yesterday. Moreover, according to their posture, it doesn¡¯t like they would abandon the transportation, which was equivalent to severely hindering his own plans. Even more grave, it appeared that they were working together with a witch since Ferry was convinced that only a witch would be capable of curing the demonic plague. ¡°Your Reverence, the body has been taken care of.¡± The old woman walked back into the secret room and cautiously closed the door without making any noise, ¡°Also, have some fallen really shown themselves?¡± ¡°Most likely,¡± Ferry lowered his voice, ¡°and there are maybe more than one.¡± For a moment he paused, ¡°Furthermore, since no stranger is here, there is no need for you to pretend to be ugly, There is no stranger here, seeing you like this is detestable.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She bent down into a crab stance, followed by her whole body began to issue a crackling and rattling sound as if all the bones in her body began to rub in general. Followed by a rapid grows of her stature, in the blink of an eye her gray hair turned black, and her skin that was full of wrinkles and loose gradually began to tightening again. Becoming stretched taut but flexible once again, as if her body¡¯s time had flowed backward. When she finally straighten her body, she had turned into a beautiful and enchanting woman. ¡°That¡¯s much better,¡± Ferry smiled with satisfaction, ¡°If I remember correctly, this fellow¡­ had been hanged at the gate, right?¡± ¡°Yes, my Lord,¡± she nodded, ¡°Of the four she is the one you spent the most time with.¡± ¡°You really¡­ know how to please me,¡± the priest smacked his lips, ¡°But I expect that Shattrath will be back soon, there isn¡¯t enough time.¡± He suppressed his desire, ¡°Furthermore, you still have to deal with the fallen ones.¡± ¡°Give them to me, my Lord,¡± she vowed while bowing. ¡°I won¡¯t let any of the fallen go.¡± A quarter of an hour later, Shattrath returned to the secret room. He first looked at the witch, and then turned to the Ferry to report: ¡°Your Reverence, outside of the western city many shadow are indeed missing. But within the dark I was unable to see it clearly, so I sent some subordinates carrying torches out to circle the area, only to discover that many tents were absolutely empty. However, there was no trace of flames to see from the dock area, so I cannot tell if the caravan is still stationed there, as for the witch¡­ ¡± ¡°No need to investigate,¡± Ferry interrupted him, ¡°Since the other side dares to transport the fugitives away, the intelligence provided by the rat shouldn¡¯t be wrong. This way, we know that their group has at least two witches with them, one that can fly and one who can eliminate the epidemic. Especially the latter, is a great threat to my plan, so we certainly must stop them. For now, they are still only treating the people outside the city, but if that witch were to come into the city and openly treat those who are infected, our own propaganda, claiming the Holy Elixir as their only solution will have become a joke!¡± ¡°What should we do?¡± the other priest asked, ¡°Should we send out the Army of Judges to arrest the witch?¡± Ferry shook his head, ¡°This is King¡¯s City and not the Holy City at Hermes. The Church has only around 20 Judges stationed here, but if we sent them out, who will keep the order tomorrow during the medicine distribution ceremony? Furthermore, their number is just too small, besides punishing them as a warning to others what would we really achieve? Even if they were able to defeat those mercenaries, the witches would most likely have already escaped.¡± Since we are in King¡¯s City, the Army of Judges which is responsible for maintaining order is merely at the size of dozen of people, otherwise, if it was at the scale of several hundreds of people, I am afraid the King couldn¡¯t sleep at night unless he subjugated us. ¡°Then¡­ should we inform the Holy City, and ask the Bishop to send reinforcements?¡± ¡°By the time the Judges will have arrived, I am afraid the fugitives will already be long gone.¡± Ferry sneered, ¡°Furthermore, for a group of mercenaries we won¡¯t need the elite army of the Church to deal with them, we will just give this matter to Dreamland to deal with.¡± ¡°To the rats?¡± Shattrath got started. ¡°At least they are numerous; allowing them to surround the dock in advance and then attack in a swarm all at once. What do you think, without wearing an armor and only being armed with wooden spears, how many rats can they handle?¡± He asked. ¡°About two or three people.¡± ¡°Therefore they will only be able to deal with around 200 people at maximum, while Dreamland can easily gather a mob of around 1000 people or more. Of course, these brave and aggressive dregs will never be able to attack in formation like the Army of Judges, but for just killing the group of mercenaries, they should be more than sufficient.¡± Ferry stood up, ¡°Inform Fierce Teeth Tanis, that he has one day to gather his forces, the more, the better, tomorrow night we will attack. Don¡¯t tell him that there are other ways to cure the disease and also do not say that they will have to deal with witches, just tell him to make sure that no one escapes. His payment will be a box of the Holy Elixir, if he wants to shirk away or he senses a lie, tell him, in case he doesn¡¯t help. he won¡¯t any longer get the poppy or sleep fern from me. ¡°But the witches¡­ what should we do against them? Especially the one who can fly in the sky.¡± ¡°She won¡¯t be flying all the time, and the rats won¡¯t be able to end the fight in a short time, with other words¡­ their only role is to attract the attention of the other side,¡± Ferry said, while walking to the witch, stretching out his hand to gently caress her face. ¡°As long as Faceless sees an opportunity, she will sneak into their camp, completely beyond their notice.¡± She only has to touch them once, and she will be able to completely disguise herself or someone else as the previously contacted person. But it is not only their appearance, but it is also even their stature and voice that she can perfectly imitate. And since the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation cannot remove her ability, she will become an excellent assassin. It was for this reason that she became one of the few remaining and specially trained witches of the Church.¡± ¡°When the other party realizes that there is no way left for them to win, the camp is bound to turn into chaos, and at that time, Faceless will make sure that no witch will be able to survive.¡± The Priest began to laugh. Chapter 229 Chapter 229 On the eve of the day of return On the third day, outside of King¡¯s City¡¯s eastern city gate. Nightingale was hiding in her world of fog calmly watching the group of shabbily clothed refugees. Under Echo¡¯s sound manipulating ability, one wave of refugees after another gathered together and slowly moved with Sir Brian towards the pier. Nowadays they no longer acted like they had two days ago, where they had to push their way through the refugees to reach the edge of the camp, always only breaking away small chunks at a time. After a significant number of refugees had been brought over the rest of them had also noticed the movement, so as long as a wave of people was pulled away from the edge, the rest would continue to come over. By now, even the guards on King¡¯s City¡¯s city wall had noticed the what happened at their foot, but from their point of view, they only wished that these stinking refugees would hurry and finally go away from here. The whole project was currently progressing very smoothly, the number of refugees in the eastern district was already running low, while the people at the North Gate had taken the initiative to move closer to their side. Perhaps by sundown, they could already smoothly sail away with everyone. At this time everyone seemed to be busy, only Nightingale seemed to be leisurely. Compared to Echo, surrounded by a layer of ¡°mercenaries¡±, who was responsible for drawing in the refugees, and Lily, who was under the heavy protection of the First Army and constantly producing new purifying water, her own guards¡¯ work seemed to be redundant. Only when the ¡°mercenaries¡± had to carry patients who were too ill to move by themselves, was there a need for her to be vigilant. Just then, Nightingale noticed Echo raising her head to look at the magnificent east gate and softly sigh. ¡°What happened?¡± Nightingale asked after going over. ¡°It¡¯s nothing, I¡¯m just somewhat down,¡± Echo expression turned rather sad, ¡°Before I had been sold to King¡¯s City, I had to suffer the whole way along the road. Until now, I had always thought the reason that they were so cold to me was because of my identity as a Sandperson, which was something foreign to the people of Graycastle. But now it appears that they are equally ruthless to their own people, which shows me that there is not much difference between them and the people of Iron Sand City¡±. Recalling that Echo had been bought and sold as a slave, Nightingale didn¡¯t know how to answer her. In the end, she patted her on the shoulder and said comfortingly, ¡°But not everyone is like them, there are also many people with good intentions, such as your sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association and also¡­ His Highness.¡± ¡°Do you want to say¡­ that His Highness can actually end the disputes?¡± Echo whispered, ¡°Regardless if they live in the huge Kingdoms, the Sandnation, the Fjord,or are just ordinary people and the witches, do you believe that they can all live together freely and in peace, without needing to fight each other?¡± ¡°In case it is done by His Highness, I think it will be possible,¡± Nightingale replied in a cheerful tone, ¡°And it isn¡¯t those strange machines or the amazing guns that give me the feeling, no he himself is¡­ I always feel as if His Royal Highness and we are not the same type of person.¡± ¡°Of course he is not like us. He is the Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°No, this feeling has nothing to do with his identity or his status,¡± she shook her head, ¡°I¡¯m unable to say from where exactly this kind of feeling is coming from, it is merely my intuition, nothing more. Maybe people like His Royal Highness, who can come up with so many strange and eccentric theories¡­ even wanting to repeatedly study all of us witches¡¯ abilities until he understands them thoroughly, just have a different train of thoughts than the other people. Anyway, if he was to achieve such an amazing thing, I don¡¯t feel that it would be that strange.¡± ¡°You really have confidence in him,¡± Echo laughed out, immediately reducing the sad expression on her face, ¡°I hope that one day, I will be able to go back to the South and meet with my people.¡± Confidence? Regarding some aspects, yes, but regarding some others¡­ she wasn¡¯t so sure. Nightingale could not help but look towards the west, and ask herself what he was doing, now that she wasn¡¯t at his side? Was he busy drawing those strange machines, or was he together with Anna¡­ she forcefully shook her head, trying to disperse such thoughts. Anyway, at the end of this day, we will depart back to Border Town, Nightingale thought, and when we get back, I can ask him anything I want, and he won¡¯t be able to lie to me. ¡­ At noon when they returned to the camp to rest, Lightning also slowly came down to land. During these days, Lightning had the hardest task of all of them, she had to constantly fly patrol under the scorching sun high up in the sky. Especially for concealing her body, Lightning had to wear a special coat with ¡°sky camouflage¡±, which tightly wrapped itself around her body, and even covered her head. This clothes with their strange name were apparently not designed as beautiful clothes by His Highness. Its surface was coated with a mixed pattern of gray and blue, allowing her to almost integrate with the background as she flew. As long as someone didn¡¯t directly look at her, it would be hard to detect her. After landing, the first thing the little girl did was to take off the coat, then grab a water pouch to quell her thirst. Nightingale discovered that her clothes were wet from the sweat inside and that her forehead and nose were also covered with sweat, while her windproof glasses had left marks on her white cheeks. ¡°It had been hard on you,¡± Nightingale said and crouched down in front of her, beginning to wipe the sweat away. ¡°Fortunately, these people aren¡¯t endlessly rushing over from the east,¡± Lightning stick out her tongue, ¡°Or else I would really have passed out from this sun.¡± ¡°Will you be able to go home tomorrow?¡± Lily went dispirited and downcast to Lightning¡¯s side. ¡°I haven¡¯t taken a shower for several days; by now, I feel uncomfortable from head to foot.¡± Nightingale could not help but laugh aloud. Obviously, during their time in the Witch Cooperation Association; there had been times where they hadn¡¯t bathed for half a month, and no one had complained about it back then, but now they did it already after a little more than a week. She suddenly had the thought that the development of the bathroom and soap was in truth His Royal Highness ¡°conspiracy,¡± and after they had all become attached to those strange and useful things of his, it had become difficult for the witches to make a firm resolution to ever leave Border Town. However, the calm did not last until the end of the shipment project, after lunch, His Highness¡¯ man who was responsible for gathering news in King¡¯s City, Theo, brought back some bad news. ¡°You mean that¡­ Dreamland is gathering their forces, with the intention of surrounding the pier?¡± Iron Axed asked with a frown. ¡°Yes, they ¡®might be¡¯ preparing to encircle the pier.¡± Theo correct him, ¡°The first part was determined to be true, while the latter part instead seems a bit bizarre, so my informants are not sure about it. At present, all other black street organizations have already begun to act, they are preparing themselves in case Dreamland unexpectedly attacks them. However, compared to ¡®encircling the pier¡¯ this news can just be seen as deliberately sending out some smoke, I believe that this news was leaked by themselves midway, which could be seen as quite common thing for the rats to do. After all, most members of the black street organization are nothing more than bullies or dregs, making it fundamentally impossible for them to be a tightly-knit group. If my intelligence is correct, then Dreamland must be subjected to another force¡¯s command, otherwise wanting to depart from their own territory would be a very challenging affair for them.¡± ¡°They are just a gang of scoundrels,¡± it seemed Iron Axe wasn¡¯t the least concerned, ¡°If these people scatter in all direction, will it affect your plan of selling the medicine?¡± ¡°It shouldn¡¯t,¡± Theo said, ¡°They are unable to get their hands on the patrol, so it is unlikely that they can hinder me from entering and leaving through the side door. As for after we entered the city, the skeleton fingers will provide a force to protect the transport of the medicine. The only thing I¡¯m worried about is you, because tonight I will have to stay in the city and supervising the sale of the purified water, so I¡¯m afraid that it is impossible for me to see you off tomorrow morning.¡± ¡°It won¡¯t matter,¡± Iron Axe patted his arm reassuringly, ¡°In the future, His Highness will come in person to King¡¯s City, we will see you again then.¡± Just like Nightingale had predicted at with the arrival of dusk, the last ship carrying refugees set sail into the direction of Silver City. And the rest of the more than 300 who weren¡¯t willing to leave King¡¯s City, were ordered to disperse by Iron Axe. Then they all evacuated to the other side of the canal, waiting for the curtain of night to descend. Chapter 230 Chapter 230 Assassination (Part 1) Before the sun had completely gone down, Faceless quietly swam through the canal, circling the mercenary camp and nearing it from behind. Her real name was not really Faceless, but rather Aphra a name she liked very much, because it meant ¡®dust¡¯ and had been given to her in the New Holy City by Archbishop Heater. She loved this name, because dust was plain and not flowery. As long as it fell on the ground, one piece wasn¡¯t distinguishable from another, just like she wasn¡¯t generally. Only in front of Heather, would Aphra restore her real appearance. As a member of the arbitration tribunal, she assisted the Archbishop with handling a lot of those fallen, which includes their own witches who had attempted to revolt against the Church, as well as those corrupted secular believers. The reason she had been sent to King¡¯s City was to accomplish an essential mission: Transform a devote Presiding Judge into the King of Graycastle. As for capturing those fallen witches, it was just a part time exercise. Furthermore, she also liked to imitate those witches who were sentenced to get tortured, then experience it herself, from start to finish; sharing the pain of the fallen, and experience even more deeply what she had accomplished, in this way she could atone for her own Devil¡¯s power. The camp of the other side was erected very cleverly, it was directly by the shore at an elevation surrounded by open land, making it difficult to observe their whereabouts from a lower level, and the witch in the sky prevented her from coming any closer. Aphra had to lurk in a farm warehouse, and wait until nightfall before she could take action. When the night enveloped the earth, she surprisingly discovered that the situation has changed. All of the mercenaries had withdrawn from the pier area, and completely fallen back inside the camp. Those foolish Dreamland rats had went so far as to hold some torches up, while gathering together in one place. It looked as if they wanted to tell the other side ¡°Someone is coming to attack the camp¡±. Even if there wasn¡¯t a flying witch, as long as the mercenary group wasn¡¯t blind, they could make out with one glance when the other side would be coming. What bad luck, her heart became gloomy, if the enemy judged that the number of rats were too many, there wouldn¡¯t be any chance of winning, so they would certainly just retreat to the east. Although it was a taboo to march during the night, if it meant that they could save their life by escaping and splitting up, this taboo wouldn¡¯t matter so much anymore. While the men that belong to Dreamland who should have already encircled the camp, were still at the other side of the pier, and were relying on a few wooden rafts to slowly cross the river. When they had finally set foot on the other side, Aphra was afraid that the other party would have already run away long ago. Making the rats to chase the enemy during the night, would be impossible, but how was she now supposed to find those damned witches? Aphra hurriedly rushed toward the camp, hoping to merge in with their ranks before they began their retreat. But after rushing over, she saw an entirely unexpected scene, she discovered that the mercenaries had all assembled themselves nearby. There were still people patrolling around the camp, and the bonfire burned high, which allowed her to see their silhouettes come and go, showing an orderly picture and not the scene of chaos she had expected. Did they not choose to retreat? After a while of careful observation, Aphra confirmed her judgment, at the same time a delighted feeling began to spread through her body. Although she didn¡¯t know for what reason the other side to decide to stay rather than escape as quickly as they could, but with this decision their ending had become predestined. She drew a dagger from her waist, observed the sentry¡¯s actions, and aimed for their weakest position. Apart from giving her the essential skills to survive in the outside world, Archbishop Heater had also taught her how to fight and kill. While her opponents were not battle-hardened elite mercenaries, which she could see from the arrangements of the sentinels. Taking advantage of the moment the mercenary turned to survey another area, she came in from a low and blind angle and quickly threw herself at him, one hand covering his mouth from behind, and the other masterfully stabbing a knife into his neck. After quietly killing the mercenary, keeping one hand on top of her enemy she placed the other hand on her own chest, casting her deformation ability. This could be a long or it could be a short process: When she had replaced the King through a substitute, to ensure a long-term effect she had exhausted almost all of the magic in her body and the conversion time had lasted nearly half an hour. But this time, there was no need to try so hard, within the blink of an eye she had turned into the mercenary. Even though the effect would only last for half a day, it would be more than enough time for the assassination. Before the other patrol had returned, with lightning speed, she pulled down the other¡¯s clothes and put them on herself. Afterward, she dragged his body into the wheat fields. However, when faced with the mercenaries weapon, she became a little confused. The weapon in her hands looked like an iron barrel with a wooden handle that did not have a lance at its tip but rather a swarthy hole. What is this weapon? Even after thinking about it for a long time, she was still unable to find the answer, but seeing that the other patrol member was returning, without a better choice Aphra recalled the mercenary¡¯s previous appearance and carried it on her shoulder, assuming the appearance as if she was earnestly doing her sentry duty. Like on so many previous assassinations, when the other guard passed her, he didn¡¯t discover anything strange about her. Aphra wasn¡¯t in a hurry to enter the camp to search for the witch¡¯s whereabouts, after all, her replacing technique could only imitate the external form, but didn¡¯t allow her to read their memories. So, in case she met one of his acquaintances she would easily be exposed. Thus she decided to wait until these troops were in a state of disorder, which would provide her with the liberty of choosing between countless opportunities. When the moon was hanging high up in the night sky, the Dreamland fools had finally crossed the canal, and were moving closer to the camp. The moment she heard the call of another sentry and saw the patrols and mercenaries withdrawing to the camp, she knew that her chance had come. Following the crowd into the camp, Aphra ??was surprised to find out that the other side had far more than only a hundred people. Forming a big circle, they were surrounded by the entire top of the small slope and where either crouching or standing, holding the strange pole in their hands, and always pointing the hole towards the enemy. But she had not the time to take a further look, taking advantage of the group¡¯s attention being focused elsewhere, she bent over and entered the nearest tent. Soon, battle cries drifted over from the outside, cut off by a burst of the fierce explosion. Frightening Aphra into a little jump with its intense and almost unceasingly noise. What the hell was going on? On impulse, she wanted to take a look, but then she regained her control back and calmly waited. After some time, the camp became busy again, and she heard a lot of footsteps and shouted commands, which probably their attempts to adjust their defense in accordance to the enemy¡¯s attack. But slowly Aphra became anxious, what took them so long, why hadn¡¯t they attacked the top of the slope yet?! A while later again, the sounds of explosion gradually thinned out, and when Aphra was no longer able to hear the rats fighting her heart sunk, is¡­ it possible that the Dreamland wastrels were defeated?? Even if the number of mercenaries has been doubled, they were still only 200 ¨C 300 people, surrounded by more than a thousand rats. With this numbers and by attacking from all sides, were they still unable to set foot at the top of the hill? It seems as if the opportunity was slipping out of her hands. Making a quick decision, Aphra left the tent, trying to reach the center of the camp. There she would wait for the end of the battle. After all, during the roll call it would be nearly impossible for her to hide from all of their eyes. This really wasn¡¯t how she had planned the infiltration, she was neither familiar with the mercenaries staff nor did she know their password, so she had to act quickly. Bypassing two tents, Aphra slowly poked around the edge, looking at the center of the camp. There she saw four women sitting around a bonfire, they were most probably the witches their intelligence had spoken off. Although the number wasn¡¯t right again, from the beginning of this operation, the damned report hadn¡¯t been accurate. Furthermore, for her it didn¡¯t make a difference if she had to kill two or four witches, anyone who was suspected to be corrupted needed to be tortured. And in case the time was too short for torturing, they at least all had to be killed, even if they weren¡¯t really corrupted, sacrifices were always necessary. After she carefully observed her surrounding and decided upon a safe escape route, Aphra stood up from behind the tent, pretending as if nothing had happened as if she was just moving closer to the fire. Just when she had reached the middle of the open space, Aphra ??felt a cold hard object press against her back. ¡°Don¡¯t move,¡± a woman voice sounded. ¡°Who are you?¡± Chapter 231 Chapter 231 Assassination (Part 2) A chill spread over Faceless¡¯ body. This¡­ how was this possible? She swallowed the saliva, then lowered her voice, ¡°What kind of joke is this? I¡¯m Vorte.¡± It shouldn¡¯t be possible that they are lucky enough to know each other, there are so many mercenaries within the camp. Don¡¯t tell me, that she can remember every one of their names, how can that be?? She never expected to receive the sarcastic answer she got in response, ¡°Is that so? I never knew men could also gather magic in their bodies. So, either you are a witch that had planned to infiltrate the camp, or you are an extremely unlikely wizard. No matter what the truth is, it is impossible that your name is ¡°Vorte¡± as you have claimed. Within the soldiers of the First Army, there is definitely no one with such a different body type.¡± Can this person¡­ see the Devil¡¯s power? Aphra¡¯s heart finally sank to the depths; she now knew how she had been found out. There were more than four witches in the camp, and the woman behind her must be a witch as well. Moreover, she had an ability that was similar to the Eye of Truth. The Church¡¯s scriptures about magic had records of such an ability which had several hundred of derivations and all of them were not in conflict with the witch¡¯s ability. Since I haven¡¯t seen someone within my surroundings or getting close¡­ does it mean that the other side¡¯s prime ability is hide her body? ¡°Now, kneel down, and put your hands behind your back, maybe I can spare your life then,¡± the woman shouted with a clear voice, ¡°Do as I say!¡± The mercenaries in the surrounding were still occupied with fighting, so they didn¡¯t notice the scene playing out at the central area, but that wasn¡¯t the case for the four witches near the fire though. They became aware of the abnormal situation as they cast their eyes over and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the matter, Nightingale? Did something happen?¡± This was her last chance, Aphra knew that her own strength was assassination and not related to an open battle, especially in the case where she wasn¡¯t wearing a God¡¯s Punishment Stones which would have suppressed most witches¡¯ fantastic abilities. In case the witch who can fly is able to run away it won¡¯t do any harm. However, the witch who can cure the demonic plague definitely has to die here. Otherwise, she will pose a serious threat to the Church¡¯s future plans. Of course, there was also the possibility, that after killing the other side, she herself wouldn¡¯t be able to escape. Thinking of this possibility, she couldn¡¯t help herself from getting a tight feeling in her chest, but she soon calmed down again. Recalling that in order for the Church¡¯s goal to unify the Four Kingdoms, no effort should be spared to resist the Devils from hell. And there were already many good soldiers who had sacrificed themselves for the greater good, and it would be a proud moment for her to join them. Furthermore, she believed that Heather would not forget her, Heather would make sure that her name would also be recorded in the sacred scriptures. ¡°You mustn¡¯t come over,¡± shouted the witch called Nightingale. ¡°There is¡ª¡± At this split second, she suddenly raised her elbow to beat against her enemy¡¯s arm, simultaneously bowing her head to avoid being stabbed with her weapon. ¡°When you are talking, it is impossible to always pay attention. Thus there is the saying of ¡®holding one¡¯s breath in concentration¡¯,¡± was what her drillmaster repeatedly taught her. ¡°Instead, regardless whether you are attacking or are trying to escape, the optimum moment to act is when the other side starts talking.¡± Within her sleeve she had concealed a mechanism that activated at the first moment of contact. Spraying a white alchemic powder to the rear, which on contact with water would release a lot of heat. In case the enemy got any of it inside their mouth or eyes, they would immediately lose their fighting strength. Even if they were lucky enough not to breathe any of the fine powder in, they would at least be flustered for a while. Afterward, Aphra immediately pounced towards the four witches at the fire, the witch with golden hair quickly flew up, while the one witch who seemed to be the oldest disregarded her own safety and stepped in front of the other two. Drawing out her sharp dagger, Aphra immediately stabbed directly toward the first witch. Since they couldn¡¯t escape anyway, and all three of them would die under her hand, it wasn¡¯t necessary to differentiate them according to priority. Just at the moment when her dagger pierced the other side¡¯s body, Aphra saw an incredible scene. A white shadow appeared in front of her at a place which was definitely still empty a second ago, with two blazing eyes glaring at her from under its hood. Is¡­ this Nightingale who stood behind me? At the eruption of the fine powder she was at close range, so why doesn¡¯t she seem to have been affected? Almost disbelieving her eyes, Faceless saw the other side lift her arm and a flame burst out from the silver weapon. And then her body was firmly pushed backward, resulting in her losing her balance, sending her backward to the ground, looking upwards. That¡¯s not good; there are¡­ still two important people I need to dispose of. Aphra wanted to stand up, wanted to draw her dagger and stab at the next witch, but right now, even raising her hand had already become tough, and her consciousness had already began to blur. What a pity¡­ was the last thought flashing through her mind. ¡­ After letting off the shot, Nightingale remained at the same place, watching the soldier who had been hit in the chest fall down. Then the body began to twist and shrink, slowly turning back into the appearance of an unknown woman. This had been her first time killing another witch. It was not until Lily anxiously called out to her that Nightingale came back to herself. Suppressing the surging emotion within her heart, she put away the gun, ran back to Wendy¡¯s side. ¡°Where is the injury?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing, I just feel a little pain,¡± Wendy waved his hand, indicating that they should not panic, ¡°She shouldn¡¯t have been able to pierce through.¡± ¡°Does that mean the protective suit worked?¡± ¡°I suppose it has,¡± Undoing the bottoms on her chest, she saw the slender dagger hanging on the side of her clothes, the moment the jacket was opened, the knife fell out of the hole and landed on the ground, with no blood held on its tip. Of the protective clothing, only the outer layer had a small hole in it, while the soft inner layer still remained intact. ¡°Y-you really scared me,¡± Lily said, releasing a long breath, and then fell with buttocks on the ground. ¡°Next time don¡¯t rush to me to help me resist the sword! I don¡¯t need you to do this for m-m-me¡­¡± ¡°Well,¡± Wendy gently stroked her head, ¡°Am I not alright?¡± Lily pulled her head free and buried it in Wendy¡¯s bosom, releasing a muffled cry. ¡°I was also scared, merely attending to obstruct her by stepping ahead, totally forgetting to use my power¡± Wendy shook her head. ¡°If I had sent a strong gust of wind against her, she wouldn¡¯t have been able to thrust towards me.¡± ¡°It¡¯s because you are rarely fighting with others, so a reaction like that is quite normal,¡± Nightingale comforted. ¡°Fortunately you were wearing the protective clothing,¡± Echo said, still showing a scared look, ¡°Otherwise, this time would have been much more dangerous than it was.¡± Before their departure, His Royal Highness had given each of them a special vest, furthermore, he had demanded that they must never take this piece of clothing off at any time. Even though it seemed a little thick, it was still very light to wear. Seemingly made out of many layers, His Highness had explained that each layer had been coated by Soraya, giving it a high degree of flexibility, but also making it hard to pierce through with sharp objects. It offered excellent protection against swords, bows, and crossbows. If it hadn¡¯t helped her to resist the thrust, Wendy would most probably never have survived long enough to reach Nana. Lightning slowly landed next to the dead witch and asked, ¡°Why did she attack us? Aren¡¯t we¡­ the same?¡± Nightingale stared at the lifeless woman, unable to speak for a long time. With the witch¡¯s eyes closed, the long blue hair scattered on the ground and her peaceful expression, the other doesn¡¯t seem to have experienced much pain. But she still couldn¡¯t forget, that when she had stabbed at Wendy, she hadn¡¯t shown any trace of hesitation in her eyes, only the determination that what she was doing was inevitable and righteous. As if she was not killing a person, but rather fulfilling her life¡¯s philosophy. Perhaps in her heart, this had been the right behavior. ¡°No,¡± Nightingale softly sighed. ¡°She¡¯s wasn¡¯t one of us¡­ she was just, a lamentable person.¡± Chapter 232 Chapter 232 Shadow Islands ¡°The Fjord possess countless islands. Until now, no one had ever passed the beyond the border of all these islands,¡± a man with a tall stature and a rough and vigorous appearance told them, ¡°The further east you sail, the more unpredictable the climate will become, and the same also applies to the islands. I really do not know, what degree of strangeness they eventually reach.¡± ¡°Even you have never reached the end of the islands?¡± Tilly asked curiously. ¡°They say you are the most outstanding explorer of the Fjord, apart from you, there are only a few who dare cross the Searing Flame Island and continue sailing eastwards.¡± ¡°Ha ha ha,¡± the man began to laugh heartily. ¡°Your praise is too much. In fact, every year there are brave people of the Fjord who sail eastwards in search for new land, but it¡¯s hard for them to find anything new. With the raging hurricanes and the suddenly appearing fog, it eventually becomes impossible for the ships to move even a single step further. He is Thunder, Ashes remembered, the first explorer to discover the Shadow Islands. But two years ago, within the perils of the sea his whereabouts suddenly became unknown, and by now many people think that he has already died.She had never thought that he would be on Sleeping Island, and even less that the 5th Princess would come to him with an agreement that he would help to open up new sea routes for Sleeping Island, draw a sea map and search for new ruins, while Tilly would send witches to support his explorations. As for the reason for his disappearance during the last two years, she had never heard him mentioning it, and Tilly had also never spoken about it. But she had the feeling that Her Majesty knew the inside story. Otherwise, they would never have reached such a mutual understanding. This point caused Ashes to feel slightly unhappy within her heart. ¡°Just like yesterday¡¯s hurricane?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. They appear within the blink an eye and disappear just as quickly,¡± Thunder shook his pipe, and threw the ashes into the sea then refilled it with some grass leaves before igniting his pipe once more, ¡°If it weren¡¯t for the magical ability of your witch¡± ¡°Her name is Molly,¡± Ashes remind him stiffly. ¡°Ah, that¡¯s right, look at my memory,¡± Thunder didn¡¯t seem to mind her, he just scratched the back of his head and began to laugh, ¡°If it hadn¡¯t been for Molly, I am afraid the ship would have been overturned, her ability is simply fantastic. I had already often thought, that perhaps the witches were most suitable to be explorers. ¡°Isn¡¯t that already the case,¡± Tilly smiled, ¡°¡­ a witch who had already inherited the name of the most outstanding Explorer?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Thunder took a deep breath through the pipe, and afterward send out a long string of smoke, ¡°I wish for it to be so.¡± There it was again; Ashes frowned, they once more said something I cannot understand. She bluntly left the bow, instead going to the stern trying to calm her emotions. Her Majesty seemed to be very urgent to explore the ruins, after cleaning the Fjord of the Church, she had immediately made all arrangements to go out to sea. And to her surprise, Her Majesty unexpectedly also said that she wanted to go in person, regardless of how Ashes tried to discourage her, it was all useless. Arriving in the stern, she saw Molly sitting there controlling her magic servant who in turn was holding a fishing rod, learning how to fish from the sailors. Even though the sailors seemed to oppose it when the witches first got on board, but since yesterday¡¯s hurricane, everyone¡¯s attitude had turned completely upside down. Molly had summoned her servant and ordered it to rapidly expand, swallowing the middle part of the ship, making it impossible for anything to reach them, whether it was the rain or the wind. Although the ship was hit by one surging wave after another, making it move up and down, the hull still remained as stable as always. Nowadays, each of the sailors treated the witches as their good luck charm, even going so far as saying that in the future they would be too afraid to go to sea if a witch didn¡¯t accompany them. ¡°Elder Sister Ashes, look at the big fish I caught!¡± Molly pointed to the barrel behind her, inside there laid a scaleless sea fish with long, sharp, and pointed mouth, looking completely different than the river fishes she had seen in Graycastle. ¡°What is this?¡± ¡°Swordfish, they like to follow and travel together with the ships, but sometimes they will attack the hull with their mouth, and break it apart,¡± a sailor replied, ¡°But they are also very delicious to eat, especially the belly meat, after you put it in your mouth, it melts like ice on your tongue.¡± He smacked his lips, ¡°This evening everyone can enjoy the freshly cooked swordfish for themselves.¡± ¡°It seems as if I¡¯ve got another fish,¡± Molly shouted. Ashes merely saw a dark shadow moving under the dark blue water surfaces, but along with the magical servant¡¯s movement of the rod, the shadow became bigger and bigger, breaking through the water surface soon. ¡°Th-this is,¡± the sailor stared blankly, ¡°No, quickly throw away the fishing rod!¡± His voice hadn¡¯t fallen yet, as already a monstrous creature jumped out of the water, its broad mouth wide open, directly flowing to Molly wanting to swallow her. In a moment it would have consumed the whole target, but Ashes was even faster than this monster. She picked Molly up with her left hand while drawing her huge sword with her other hand, directly striking it on the head. The Monster issued a pained scream as it was sent from the air onto the planks. Then quickly began to move its six-foot-long body, trying to flee back into the water, however, Ashes never let it have the opportunity. She put Molly down, grabbed her sword with the reverse grip and nailed the monster directly onto the deck. For a moment it continued to twitch, then it spat out a string of white bubble from its mouth soon stopping all movement. ¡°What is this?¡± At this moment Ashes finally had the opportunity to take a careful look at the monster before her eyes. It somewhat resembled a fish, yet it also had short crab-like legs. The wide open mouth was almost as big as she herself was and was filled with dense rows of sharp teeth. But the most disgusting thing was the pair of hairy arms growing from the side of its mouths, which was even split up into five fingers, just looking like a human hand in general. ¡°A variation of the sea ghosts!¡± the still shocked sailor answered, patting his chest, ¡°They often disguise themselves as fish and take the angler¡¯s bite and drag them back into the water. Furthermore, I have also heard, that only after eating a human, will they be able to grow their hands! ¡± ¡°Your last part is just an unfounded rumor,¡± someone said from behind. Turning around, Ashes discovered that Thunder and Tilly had both come over. ¡°Captain!¡± the sailor shouted, abashedly stuck out his tongue and quickly stepped aside. ¡°The more sensational a rumor is, the more inaccurate it is,¡± Thunder came over and kicked against one of the monster¡¯s legs, ¡°In fact, it also has another name with which you are perhaps more familiar with.¡± ¡°Which one?¡± Ashes asked. ¡°Demonic Beast,¡± he stated slowly. ¡°Sir Thunder, fog ahead!¡± The lookout suddenly shouted. ¡°Everyone cheer up!¡± Then Thunder loudly ordered, ¡°Put the sail down; we are now entering the Shadow Sea!¡± Ashes noted, that just moments ago the sunny and cloudless sky had suddenly become all gloomy, turning the blue sea into a dark shade, as if a mass of ink was spreading under the water surface. The entire ship was soon enclosed by a dense fog, standing at the stern of the ship she couldn¡¯t even see the figurehead that was at the bow. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Tilly could not help but grab Ashes¡¯ arm. ¡°It¡¯s the proof that we aren¡¯t sailing in the wrong direction,¡± Thunder jokingly stated. ¡°When the Shadow Islands emerge from the sea, the sea will create a thick mist. Of course, the correct way to say it would be that the seawater is just at low tide, around ten feet (3.3m) lower than it is normally. The massive decline will produce a large amount of mist and reefs that will appear everywhere. So, if we are even a little careless, we will sink ourselves. Now, I will need your help to ensure that the ship doesn¡¯t smash against something. After his words, all the people came to the bow, and just like they had done during the hurricane, Molly¡¯s servant expanded as far as it could. Swallowing the bow and even reached into the water, so even if the bow hit against a reef, her magic servant would be the first to feel it. ¡°In case you didn¡¯t have us witches, what did you do then?¡± Ashes asked. ¡°Then we would only be able to rely on our patience and luck,¡± Thunder sighed, ¡°The fleet would send out a small boat in front of it as a pathfinder, and after receiving confirmation that the path is safe, we would follow after it. But this area of the sea is not peaceful. As you have seen before, the closer you come to the Shadow Islands; the greater the danger becomes. There is the fog, the reefs, and the sea monsters¡­ That is also why, even so though many explorers had already reached this place, only a few of them were able to find the entrance to the ruins. After sailing like this for about two hours, the fog gradually vanished, allowing Ashes to see more and more from the surrounding islands. But only a scarce bits of vegetation was to be seen, besides some green moss or algae, there were only many crustaceans that were climbing over the rocks. ¡°Will all these islands sink into the water?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, just like on Sleeping Island, but here the tide and low tide interval are much faster, changing around every half-moon cycle.¡± Thunder replied, ¡°Moreover its rise and fall speed is incredibly quickly, as if there is a huge hole at the bottom of the sea which swallows all of the surrounding water. I even think that the reason why the sea level in the Fjord change, is related to this place. If you are lucky, we can even see how the main island will raises out of the sea. Chapter 233 Chapter 233 Ancient Ruins The further east they sailed, the thinner the fog became, but the sky still remained gloomy as if the sun was unable to reach this part of the sea. The surrounding reefs also got higher and higher, gradually turning into sturdy stone pillars, Ashes didn¡¯t know why the ship was still stable, even though the water level was steadily falling. Even the rolling sea waves have lost their power, including the spray, which was now as tranquil as a lake without wind. ¡°Why don¡¯t you just wait for the seawater to reach the lowest level before you enter the Shadow Sea?¡± Tilly asked, puzzled, ¡°Then you do not have to be afraid of hitting the rocks, after all, by then all the reefs will be exposed.¡± ¡°Because if we wait until the seawater ebbed away, we won¡¯t be able to see the Ghost Red River, which shows us explorers the only channel leading to the ruins,¡± Thunder explained. ¡°These pillar-like islands you see everywhere aren¡¯t fixed, with each ebb and flow their position will change. And it must be said that the seawater will swallow the majority of these pillars, so they cannot be used to locate the direction. ¡°Ghost¡­ Red River?¡± Tilly asked, confused. ¡°That¡¯s right. Look, there it is¨C¡± Thunder whistled and pointed to the bow. Looking in the direction he pointed, the witches saw the dark blue sea, with a few red figures within ¨C flashing through their view, like a phantom. But soon, another two or three red shadows came drifting along, and this time Ashes could clearly make out their bodies, they were fish, that had completely red scales. ¡°Are they¡­ fish?¡± ¡°They are the unique red scales fish from Shadow Island,¡± Thunder stroked his chin and laughed, ¡°Later on you will see the actual color of the Ghost Red River.¡± Gradually, more and more fish were gathered together, no longer just the small groups of just two or three. Instead, they had gathered together in massive swarms, collectively swimming in the direction the stern was pointing ¨C looking far ahead, Ashes was stunned by the scene she saw. More and more fish had come together to form a powerful current, making it appear as if there was a thick dark red carpet within the sea. The sailing ship visibly sailed forward along this red line, and when the bulge passed through the shoal of fish, from time to time sounds of collisions could be heard. So, that¡¯s the reason. Ashes suddenly recognized that this was the Ghost Red River ¨C a strange nonexistent river! As the ship continued to move forward, the dense shoal of fish expanded to such an extent that the channel could accommodate several ships side by side. Slowly the dark blue water seemed to completely disappear as if the sailing ship was traveling on top of the fish. If they hadn¡¯t been moving in opposite directions, Ashes would even believe that the ship was being carried by these fish. ¡°Why are they doing this?¡± Tilly asked in surprise. Ashes also very much wanted to ask this question, she had absolutely never seen such a scene before, in Greycastle or any other Kingdom, ¨C covered in dense fog, under a gloomy sky, the bizarre huge rocks and the red scaled fish forming a ¡°river¡±. For the first time, she was awed by the wonder of the sea. ¡°It is because of the main island,¡± Thunder said, ¡°It¡¯s just like a triangular spire, with a massive cave running through the middle of it where these red-scaled fish like to lay their eggs and give birth to the next generation. Then during the ebb, the cave will emerge out of the water, and the shoal of fish that are staying in that habitat will always be the first to experience the change of water level will begin rushing out. So as long as we just follow the Red River, we will be able to arrive at the main island of the Shadow Islands.¡± ¡°Captain Thunder, there is a huge obstacle ahead! It looks like a mountain!¡± the lookout suddenly shouted. ¡°It seems that we are reaching our goal,¡± Thunder said, shaking his pipe, ¡°Ladies, welcome to the Shadow Islands. Not long after, Ashes finally saw the main island appear. Just like Thunder had said, it looked as if several pieces of it had come together forming a triangle which was wide at the base and narrow at the top, with a surface which at first glance looked very smooth, not at all resembling a natural creation. But believing that the whole spire had been sculpted by people was a bit too hard to believe. Just the exposed part of the tower already reached the size of half of King¡¯s City, while the hole in its middle was large enough to entirely enclose the Tower of Babel the church has built at Hermes. The sea was still retreating, and water rushed out of the cave just like a waterfall, while the shoal of fish completely covered the parts of the island that were still emerging. As far as Ashes could see, the whole sea had been dyed red, letting her wonder, if perhaps millions of scarlet red fish had been living in the cave. Waiting until the sky had turned dark, the sea water finally retreated, revealing the bottom of the cave. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Thunder ordered his sailor to stop the ship and connect it with a long, thick hemp rope to a copper stake. Standing at the edge of the gigantic cave, you could see right through it to the mouth at the other side ¨C yet light coming in from both sides could still only illuminate a minuscule area, with the center of the cave being almost pitch black, causing people feel an ineffable oppression. ¡°Did you left these stakes behind the last time you were here?¡± Ashes asked. ¡°No,¡± Thunder shook his head, ¡°When I came here for the first time, they had already been here. It should be the former inhabitants of the ruins who built them.¡± ¡°The ruins¡­ where are they?¡± He smiled and pointed upwards. ¡°Just above us, we¡¯re at the entrance to the ruins.¡± ¡­ The following part of the journey could only be described with one word, inconceivable. The witches followed Thunder and his sailors and entered the gigantic hole through a stone gate, following the stone steps, along which the water was still flowing down, taking one step at a time, slowly spiralling towards the top. Even though everyone was holding a torch, their flickering flames only allowed an extremely limited view, hiding the end of the staircase in darkness. And making them a feel both weak and small. When they proceeded through the darkness of the abyss, Tilly tightly grabbed Ashes¡¯ arm, no any longer showing her usual calm and composed expression. This is the princess I know all too well, Ashes thought. Even in the palace, she had always followed her own ideas. The 5th Princess who confronted any challenge with confidence, had only one weakness, her fear of darkness. Even in the middle of the night, her room had to always be lit with candles. And after their escape from the palace, whenever it was impossible to do so, she would ask Ashes to accompany her in her sleep. While walking inside of the damp and dark spire, Ashes mood instead became a lot more cheerful. All along the way they didn¡¯t come across any demonic beast or any mechanism to block intruder ¨C even if they had, after being immersed in the seawater for so long, it would have most likely lost its effectiveness by now. The only problem was the endless climbing which physically exhausted a large part of their group, slowing everyone¡¯s movement more and more. So when the stone steps finally came to an end, the whole team could not help but burst into cheers. The last barrier was not a stone door, but a door made out of metal, which brightly reflected the torchlight. Stepping forward, Thunder placed his hands on it and pushed, slowly opening the massive door panels with an ear-piercing screeching sound. Grabbing her sword with one hand, Ashes was the first to enter the room. Only after confirming that there was no danger, were Tilly and the other witches allowed to step into the hall. After hanging the torches along the walls, a large hall appeared in front of everyone ¨C although wide, the room seemed empty, one glance was enough to have see the whole room and come to the conclusion that there was nothing worth finding here. ¡°This is the ruins?¡± She removed the dirt from a green stone table with the palm of her hand, ¡°Apart from some stone tables and stools, there is nothing else here.¡± ¡°Indeed, there is not much left,¡± nodded Thunder, ¡°The ruins have slept at the bottom of the sea for too long, apart from stone, everything else it hard to conserve. I already told it to Her Highness Tilly beforehand, but she still insisted on seeing it for herself.¡± ¡°The red stone, where did you find it?¡± Tilly opened her mouth and asked. ¡°Where, exactly, did you find it?¡± ¡°Right away on the ground, at that time, they were scattered all over the place, there were probably dozens of them. However, there was now nothing left, when Ashes looked at the ground she saw nothing besides the ground covered in seaweed that also made it slippery. After the ruins were discovered by Thunder, many other explorers had arrived here, one after another had come to plunder this place, so if they were able to find a magic stone, it would be a curious occurrence. But Tilly was still in high spirits, holding her torch up high, she carefully searched through every corner of the hall, especially in the darker places which was where she would ask the sailors to come over with some more torches. Meanwhile, Molly summoned her magical servant, letting it spread over the ground, turning it into a cushion for everyone to rest on. Ashes instead kept herself constantly at Tilly¡¯s side, and overlooked her feeling the wall to examine it. ¡°Hey,¡± the 5th Princess suddenly shouted and stopped, ¡°What is this?¡± When Ashes looked down at Tilly¡¯s hand, she merely saw a piece of a wall covered with green algae, but then she discovered a faint reflection of their flames. Tilly immediately reached out with her hands to tear the algae off, exposing a gem half buried into the wall to their eyes ¨C it had a prism-like shape, and was almost arm thick, and sparkled as brightly in its scarlet color. But it seemed to be inlaid in a golden frame, like a card slot to be fixed inside. Even soaked in seawater for so long and the gold just like the stone was as bright and clean as if it was new. Tilly tried to pulling out the stone, but the precious gem didn¡¯t move a single bit. ¡°Let me try it,¡± Ashes offered. The 5th Princess shook her head, seemingly thinking about something, she then put her hand on the prism and closed her eyes. Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed through the center of the prism ¨C when nothing further happened, Ashes already thought that her eyes had played her a trick on her. But then, a rumbling sound could be heard coming from behind the wall, as if a mechanism had suddenly began to move, in no time the sound spread through the entire hall. It seemed as if the rumbling noise was coming from everywhere, followed by the sudden appearance of a soft light on top of the wall, even the ceiling above their head began to light up. Not knowing what was going on, the Sailor stood up in panic and pulled out their weapons. But as they did not know from which side they should defend themselves they ultimately decided to gather together standing back to back. Molly¡¯s servant once more enclosed them in its magical embrace. However, no monster appeared or rushed at them. When the sound finally calmed down, the hall started shining in bright light. Chapter 234 Chapter 234 ¡°Gate¡± ¡°This is¡­ how did you do it?¡± Thunder, not believing his eyes, stared at the walls with his mouth hanging wide open. On top of the walls, tens of small holes opened up and each of them contained a stone which emitted a pure white light. But not only on the wall, even at the edge of the ceiling this fantastic stones were embedded, surrounding the whole room. In the soft light of the stones, every detail within the hall became visible at a glance. It was the first time that Ashes saw the explorer show such an expression, and seeing it immediately filled her heart with joy, ¡°Don¡¯t you know? By willing magical power into these stones, witches can arouse additional abilities.¡± ¡°Then what is with these stones, are they also Magic Stones?¡± Thunder cautious and solemn took one piece of the light stones and held it within his hands, but even after taking it out of the hole, the light the stone released didn¡¯t weaken to the slightest amount. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Tilly shook her head. ¡°These stones may have been here for hundreds of years ¨C in case the ruins have such a long history. Previously they were all hidden behind a slate, therefore not visible to our eyes. And if you want to start the unique mechanism, you can only accomplish it with a witch¡¯s ability.¡± ¡°Wasn¡¯t it you who lit them light up?¡± ¡°No, the ability to light up comes from the stones themselves,¡± Tilly grabbed another piece of the magic stones and held it in front of her eyes, the pure white light then caressed her beautiful face, ¡°In case they were a device which required magic in the same way that the flame cannot easily leave the candle. From my perspective, besides containing these stones, there is nothing special about the holes in the wall. ¡°If it really is like you said and they can light on their own, and they continued to light for hundreds of years, then their value is practically unable to be estimated,¡± Thunder clicked his tongue in wonder. ¡°You must know that the Kingdom of Eternal Winter produces crystals, which have the size of a fist already sell for several hundred of gold royals, but their brightness is even less than half of this.¡± The moment the sailor heard such an astonishing price, their kind of gaze with which they looked at the stones immediately changed. ¡°According to our agreement, you can take away half,¡± Tilly non-committally stated as if this was none of her concern. Now that she had sufficient light, she began exploring the hall even more carefully. Unable bear seeing Tilly tear at the seaweed with her own hands, Ashes bluntly lifted her huge sword and swung it, sweeping away the seaweed on the wall as if she was simply mowing grass. A second stone embedded within the wall was quickly uncovered. In accordance with the previous method, Tilly once more poured her magic into it. Along with a sharp and clear sound of metal clashing, everyone was amazed to see, how a huge stone slab tilted down above Tilly¡¯s head. It was connected with taut copper ropes on both sides and in between them there were unexpectedly a neatly chiseled out flight of steps. One side of the stone slab finally stopped on the ground, while the other end led to the ceiling, looking upwards Ashes saw a saw a horizontal metal door blocking the end of the passage. ¡°Tilly,¡± Seeing that the 5th Princess didn¡¯t hesitate to climb the stone steps, Ashes couldn¡¯t help and shout out loud, ¡°Let me go first.¡± ¡°It does not matter, this time it isn¡¯t the¡­ treasure chamber,¡± she quickly climbed to the top of the stone staircase, placed her hand on a magic stone beside the door, and as if was answering her, the metal door quickly opened. Seeing Tilly climbing through the door, disappearing in the ceiling, Ashes had no alternative other than to follow closely while keeping her sword at hand. The moment Ashes went through a hole in the roof, her eyes went wide, above the ceiling was another room, which was much smaller than the hall below, while the walls were also embedded with illumination stones ¨C but what surprised her the most, was that there were nearly no traces of water here. Wooden tables, chairs, shelves, cabinets¡­ all the furnishings were still intact, they were only covered with a thick layer of dust, and she could even see some broken spider webs. The shelves were all filled with rows of books that were dyed gray from the dust. In addition to the spread-out book on the table, a cup was also placed together with a kettle, and a pen-holder. From the quill, only a lone pole was remaining and the ink had long since dried up. But even then, this room full with filled with shelves and the hall below was covered with algae seemed to be two completely different worlds. Thunder, who was the third one to climb the stairs, sucked in a mouth of cold air when he looked around in wonder, ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°An abandoned dwelling place,¡± Tilly answered and took up the unfolded book on the table. She gently removed the dust from it and afterward began to look through the pages, ¡°It seems that somebody had lived here for a very long time.¡± ¡°What is written in the book?¡± ¡°I¡¯m unable to read it,¡± She shook her head and showed the book to the other two, ¡°The text is written in symbols I have never seen before.¡± ¡°It seems that the books on the shelves are the same,¡± Ashes said, while removing the dust on the spines, revealing a text written in strange wavy lines, leaving her unable for her to grasp its meaning. ¡°We can take them back with us and study them slowly,¡± Tilly laughed. ¡°By agreement, all the books and magic stones we discovered belong to us.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Thunder touched his beard, ¡°But when you have grasped their meaning, I hope you will share their ancient story with me.¡± ¡°No problem.¡± ¡­ The three people slowly circled the room, carefully searching and touching everything with their hands, this way they quickly came to understand the general situation of this place. They were unable to find any other stones, but on one side of the room they found a strange device ¨C at first glance, it looked like a thick metal pipe. One end of which was embedded into the stone wall, while the other side constantly became narrower until it was only had the thickness of a wrist, and in its tip was a glass lens embedded. ¡°What is this?¡± Ashes knocked against its body, creating a series of clear echoes inside ¨C indicating that the middle of the tube was hollow. ¡°It resembled a bit the observation mirrors we are using for sailing, maybe the people who previously lived here have used it to observe the outside world,¡± Then Thunder placed his eye in front of the lens, trying to look through it, but after a moment he said, ¡°Everything is black¡­ I can¡¯t see anything; it seems to be broken. ¡°Not necessarily,¡± Tilly pointed at the wall behind the metal tube, ¡°Look here.¡± Following the direction of her finger, Ashes merely saw a copper plate with a handled on top of it embedded into the wall and at the bottom of the handle was a small hole, which seemed to be the place to insert a key. The 5th Princes walked over and tried to pull the handle, but the but the copper plate didn¡¯t move a single jot. ¡°It seems to be locked.¡± ¡°I will try it,¡± Ashes grasped the handle, gathered her power and pulled, the entire copper plate immediately came off the wall. ¡°Ha, apparently you have guessed correctly,¡± Thunder applauded loudly, ¡°It is once more a magic stone mechanism.¡± Hidden behind the copper plate was a groove that was stuck within a huge magic stone. The difference between the two previous magic stones and this one was its size, it looked much larger, and its color also looked more purple than scarlet. ¡°Do you want to activate is?¡± Ashes asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Tilly nodded without the slightest hesitation, placing her hand on top of the stone, but this time even after a long moment, nothing seems to happen. ¡°What¡¯s the problem?¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­ too big,¡± Tilly slowly said, small beads of sweat already began to appear on her forehead. ¡°It feels like it is unceasingly absorbing my magic power. Apparently, the mechanism it has to fuel is utterly enormous. ¡°Then forget about it,¡± Ashes said with a frown. She knew the moment a witch had thoroughly exhausted her magic power; she will most likely immediately fall into a coma. And right now, in this dangerous place, it would definitely not be a good idea to deplete all of one¡¯s magic power here. ¡°No, it will be fine. I can feel it.¡± Tilly¡¯s voice had not even fallen, before a loud rumbling sound came from inside the wall that was like unceasingly rolls of thunder, and eventually the whole room began to shake. ¡°It this¡­ an Earthquake?¡± Thunder grasped the metal pipe to keep himself from falling. Ashes instead immediately seized Lilly and pulled her into her embrace. The dust began to fall from the books, and the three people began to cough. This kind of earthquake continued for nearly a quarter of an hour until finally calming down. When the vibration stopped, Molly came up, stuck her head through the door and asked. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°We activated a new mechanism,¡± Ashes replied, ¡°Is everything okay below?¡± ¡°Everyone was frightened, furthermore many roof plates began to fall, and I had to cover everyone with my servant.¡± The little girl answered while curiously coming over, ¡°Tilly, what are you looking at?¡± Surprisingly, Tilly didn¡¯t give her an answer, instead she had closed one eye and pressed the other in front of the lens, staying quiet for a long time until she exclaimed in amazement, ¡°This simply incredible¡­¡± Ashes becoming curious also stepped in front of the lens, and when the scene in front of her eye became clear, she was left speechless. At the other end of the ¡°observation mirror¡± a vast piece of land appeared. The edge of the land looked like an overhanging cliff of which the end couldn¡¯t be seen. But erected within the center of the cliff was a gigantic and incomparable arched stone door which internal seemed deep and dark, as if it was an enormous mouth which was choosing the next person it would be devouring. Chapter 235 Chapter 235 A Letter beyond expectation Roland opened the letter while simultaneously handing a piece of jerky over to Maggie. ¡°Googoo!¡± The latter opened her beak and grasped the meat with it and delivered it with two to three swallows into her belly. Then obediently placed her belly on the edge of the table, and embedding her head into her feathers. ¡°I hope this letter finds you well, my dear older brother, or should I say Your Royal Highness, Roland Wimbledon. ¡°I have received your letter, I agree with your opinion, and whole heartily approve of it. Even though I do not understand why you have suddenly changed your temper and corrected your previous dandy lifestyle. Even going so far as to be willing to help the witches, but now that you¡¯ve done it, the Church has become our common enemy. ¡°Maybe you already know this, I have become a witch, this is also the reason why everyone is willing to believe me. However, you, in fact, are a Prince, a noble to the core, and yet you were also able to obtain the trust of numerous witches, it is indeed inconceivable. Ever since I received your message, I often wonder how you managed to do that? If you were simply like the other nobles, who regarded witches as tools and nothing more, then it would have been impossible for you to obtain Ashes¡¯ approval, and she also never would have chosen to let Maggie stay in Border Town. ¡°Apart from this, Maggie also mentioned a steam engine, as well as the theory that knowledge could boost a witch¡¯s possibility to evolve her magic, which also sounds fascinating to me. Especially the latter, which I would like to have the opportunity to discuss with you in detail. ¡°As for your invitation, after pondering it over and over again, at present, I have no reason to refuse it. The establishment of an alliance needs trust and gives trust in turn, and in the event that we act both indecisively and cowardly, we would only be helping the Church in the end. So I will attach a list to this letter which contains most of the abilities of the witches¡¯ living on Sleeping Island, like this you can pick those abilities you need the most for yourself and inform me through Maggie about your decision. If everything goes well, they will be able to leave for your territory by next month. But for safety reasons, it is better to only send five at the first time. ¡°Furthermore, please specify a reliable transfer procedure, and send some people out in advance who will act to protect them. Each witch lost, regardless of whether she lives in Border Town or on Sleeping Island, would be great loss and also cast a shadow over our cooperation. I hope you will take care of them as well as you take care of your own witches. And if you will, please also allow them to participate in the evening basic knowledge lessons. I believe that every witch that is able to evolve her ability will be good news for us. ¡°As you have said, the Church has already shown their plan to backstab us, and it is only a matter of time until the Four Kingdoms will be annexed. I hope when that day comes, you will be ready to deal with them. But in case you will be unable to resist, Sleeping Island will always act as a safe harbor for you. Of course, I will give you as much help as possible in your fight to repel the Church¡¯s invasion. ¡°Finally, may we end the Church¡¯s oppression and build a new order ¨C a kingdom in which not merely witches, but rather no one has to suffer under groundless persecution. ¡°Your sister, Tilly Wimbledon.¡± Putting the letter down, he felt an unspeakable pleasure coming from his heart. After he smilingly put the letter away, he took another piece of jerky and held it in front of Maggie. Who immediately stretched out her head, to peck away the food. ¡°Goo, cuckoo!¡± As he gently stroked the smooth feathers at her neck, she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. ¡°It must have been tough on you, but currently Lightning has followed the fleet to King¡¯s City, and it will still be a few more days before she comes back,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°However, you can go look for Nana or Leaves to play with, or go to the bathroom to take a bath, or just lie down and sleep.¡± ¡°Goo¡­ goo!¡± Maggie spread out her wings, jumped off the table, and then flew out of the window, soon disappearing. The cries she had just issued should mean something like ¡®I¡¯m not tired, I want to find them and play,¡¯ Roland suddenly discovered, that now, even when she was speaking in her pigeon form he could still understand her general meaning. Is this the power of habit? Beside that, he also never imagined, that Tilly would actually agree to his invitation, furthermore even attach a list of their witch¡¯s abilities, this was simply a big treasure house, ah! Although the letter never specified how long they would stay for, in case they wanted to attend the complete Primary Education Curriculum, they would at least need to spent half a year in Border Town. Furthermore, if he added additional content to the course, expanding the length to a full year, how much change could the witches bring to Border Town in that time? Moreover, in case they were able to evolve, his benefits would be much greater than his losses ¨C if they stayed in Border Town, they could help him improve this place further, but even if the witches went back to Sleeping Island, they would still be a living symbol of propaganda for him. With word of mouth to mouth publicity, the number of witches who would want to go to Border Town would only become more, and Tilly wouldn¡¯t be able to prevent this development from occurring. Roland believes that compared with coercing them with promises or intimidation, waiting and showing sincerity was the right long-term strategy to use. General speaking, this reply brought him a nice surprise far greater than anything he had expected. Her open and positive attitude made him feel like she was a perfect teammate sent by destiny. This way, he no longer needed to fight the Church by himself. As for a safe shuttle route, Roland had been thinking about this for a long time ¨C to avoid the Port of Clearwater and the Seawind Region; he had thought of directly crossing through the uninhabited land south of Border Town. After arriving at the mountains, he thought about taking a hot air balloon tour to cross the mountains, gaining direct access to the town¡¯s hinterland. That way, he would from the beginning to the end not have to pay any attention to the Church, Timothy or Garcia¡¯s forces. The more Roland thought about it, the more excited he became. He suppressed his urge to immediately skim over the appendix and chose the witches and instead turned his attention to the present urgent matters that needed to be solved ¨C after all, which kind of witches Sleeping Island sent was an issue for next month, but Border Town¡¯s currently most significant problem was the housing construction. Since the First Army had sailed to King¡¯s City, an endless stream of refugees had arrived in Border Town. In order to prevent the disease from spreading, Roland had arranged an area west of the city wall all for them ¨C there he had organised for long rows of wooden sheds to be built, providing a temporary place for the refugees to live in. Together with the serfs living on the other side of the Redwater River, their number already surpassed 8¡¯000 people. In case the number of refugees will stay at the level of the last days, this number of people will most likely break through 10¡¯000 in total. Guaranteeing a supply of food for these people was not a problem. After all, since the end of the Months of Demons, Border Town had continuously imported food without interruption, but the accommodation issue was clearly a big problem. During the summer, it was no problem to live in a wooden shed, and besides shielding them from the sun and rain, it also offered an excellent ventilation, even though their number of mosquito bites might be higher. But once winter arrived, there would nearly be no difference between living in the sheds and under open air, the temperature outside would be the temperature inside of the wooden shed. If he was unable to let them stay in brick houses, Roland was afraid that most of the people wouldn¡¯t survive past the long winter. In other words, Border Town had to build houses and dormitories for 10¡¯000 people within the next six months. Roland spread out a new piece of paper and picked up the pen. He intended to take a part of the workers currently construction the Kingdom Avenue and put them to work building the houses. After all, it wasn¡¯t a big problem if the road construction got delayed by ten days or half a month, but if the people froze to death within his territory, it would leave a stain on his achievements. Even when he had only recently crossed over and had no money, and none of the nobles wanted to help him, he was still able to insure that not one person died during the Months of Demons because from hunger or cold. So, now with the Witch Union and the steam engine, as well as substantial income and workforce, he naturally couldn¡¯t allow such a situation to occur. But at this moment, Carter suddenly walked into the office. ¡°Your Royal Highness, I have bad news,¡± Carter said with a serious face, ¡°The chemical laboratory just exploded.¡± Chapter 236 Chapter 236 Chemical Accident Roland immediately rushed towards the laboratory next to the Redwater River. Arriving at the scene, Roland discovered that the damage wasn¡¯t as severe as he had imagined. At least the main building for refining acid completely lacked any damage, while the windows at the side building had shattered into pieces. ¡°My Lord, please save our teacher! He is so badly hurt, almost on the point of death.¡± Seeing that Roland had appeared, the group of disciplines immediately gathered around him but were soon stopped by his personal guards . Roland waved his hand, indicating that they don¡¯t need to be so anxious, ¡°Where are the others? Let me have a look at them first.¡± Then he turned Carter and whispered, ¡°Where¡¯s Nana?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already sent someone, so I estimate that she will be here soon.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± Roland nodded and then entered the laboratory, under protection of his guards. Kyle Sichi was lying on the ground, leaving a bloodstain on the ground, which extended from him to the side room, giving the general idea that the accident must have happened in the side room and that he had been dragged to the main room after. His face was only an indistinct mass, with blood and other liquids mixed together, which should have been caused by the strong acid which had splashed on him during the explosion. He was also missing several fingers on his hands, and within the flesh he could see the white finger phalanges. The apprentices had already provided him with emergency treatment, letting Roland see that they had also met similar situations in Redwater City. Dragging the people away from the danger, binding the wound to stop the bleeding, then seek help¡­ these measures were all done quite well. However, receiving this kind of injury, and only having herbal medicine and the body¡¯s own healing ability as treatment, would lead to ten out of ten people dying. Roland ordered his guards to wait at the door not letting anyone enter. Waiting for Nana¡¯s arrival, Carter and he went into the side room, trying to find the alchemist¡¯s fingers. Otherwise, even if the little girl healed his injuries, he would no longer be able to carry out his chemical experiments ¨C which definitely would be a great loss for Border Town. ¡°It looks like a violent wind had swept through here,¡± Carter said and then pointed at his nose, ¡°Furthermore, there is an unpleasant odor here.¡± ¡°That is the smell of nitrogen dioxide.¡± Roland carefully swept his eyes all over the room. Seeing that the all the windows were open, he concluded that the possibility of poisoning wasn¡¯t large, at most, there were merely some leftover fumes which hadn¡¯t yet vanished. On the test stage, one bottle laid broken on the table, its acid had flown over the table¡¯s surface, gathered on the floor and left behind a damp patch. ¡°Remember as you search through the tools, never to touch them directly with your hands,¡± the Prince reminded Carter. ¡°There are gloves in the closet.¡± Since Soraya¡¯s ability had evolved, he had also sent a dozen pairs of thin and anticorrosive gloves to the laboratory, but looking at the alchemist¡¯s horrible injuries, it was evident that he had been working on the test object without wearing them. In case he had worn the gloves, even if the explosion had blown his fingers away, at least his fingers would still be within the gloves. When Roland looked through the closet above the test stand, something unusual attracted his attention. After he had taken the unusually formed bottle down and taken a closer look, he was convinced that it was actually the liquor he sold at the convenience market ¨C and the amount left inside showed that a lot of it had already been drunk, leaving only half a bottle behind. Kyle actually brought white liquor into the laboratory? It is hard to imagine that an experienced alchemist would be drinking during an experiment! ¡°Your Royal Highness, Miss Nana has arrived,¡± a guard reported. ¡°Good, continue to guard the door, don¡¯t let any of the apprentices enter,¡± leaving Carter behind, who continued to rummage through the chaos to find the fingers, Roland immediately went back to the main room. ¡°Is it him?¡± For Nana, treating this sort of level of injury was already nothing out of the ordinary. The little girl who had previously been so scared of seeing blood and fainted whenever she encountered terrible wounds, had already grown up a lot ¡ª whether it was in regards to ability, or courage. ¡°First start with curing the corrosion wounds on his face,¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Carter is currently looking for his missing fingers, when he finds them, you can connect them again later.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t be necessary,¡± Nana responded proudly, ¡°By now I¡¯m already able to heal such small wounds.¡± The startled Roland could only look on as she laid her hands on top of the Alchemist¡¯s chest, closed her eyes, and Kyle¡¯s injuries immediately began healing ¡ªhis face was soon completely restored, and his disabled fingers unexpectedly began extending, healing at a slower rate. First, the bones regrew, followed by the flesh, and finally nails and hairs. About a quarter of an hour later, his fingers had been completely restored. At this point, Carter also came back out of the side room, ¡°Your Royal Highness, I was only able to find three of them, the last one might have already been destroyed during the explosion ¡ª eh?¡± ¡°Since when have you been able to do this?¡± Roland asked Nan in surprise when she opened her eyes again. ¡°Roughly a week ago, when the current chicken for my training lost a limb, I discovered that as long as I pour enough magic into it, I can slowly let it regrow.¡± She stuck out her tongue, ¡°Probably because I recalled what you had said¡ª that every part of the body is composed out of the same cells, which meant that the cutoff area was also only a loss of cells. Since my magic can make up for the damaged parts, why shouldn¡¯t it also be able to make up for the lost parts? And then I tried to do it.¡± ¡°Are you able regrow every part?¡± ¡°The regrow takes a lot of effort,¡± Nana said, shaking her head. ¡°Even though this method is very easy, and as long as it is only fingers, it is okay. But if it¡¯s an arm or a leg, I cannot help it. After all, the amount of magic I can hold is far less than that of Sister Anna.¡± That¡¯s because you¡¯re a still a minor, Roland thought. Moreover, was this new capacity because of the evolution of her magic, or is it just the result of her training, leading to an increase of her magic capacity, allowing her to achieve an effect which had previously been impossible? Currently, Nightingale is not here to determine whether Nana¡¯s magic source had given birth to changes or not. If this change is only because of an increase of her magic, the little girl¡¯s performance after she reaches adulthood is something he looked forward too. ¡°Your Royal Highness, he woke up,¡± Carter interrupted. ¡°I was¡­ what¡¯s wrong?¡± Kyle frowned, first looked at his intact hands, then touched his face, ¡°Shouldn¡¯t I¡ª¡± ¡°Should you have been killed during a chemical accident? Usually yes, but this witch saved your life. This person besides me had undertaken the task of rescuing and giving medical treatment to your people, Miss Nana Pine.¡± Roland decided to directly reveal Nana¡¯s identity to the chief alchemist. A man who had rushed to Border Town because of an equation for a chemical reaction, shouldn¡¯t be an incorrigibly or stubborn person, even if he thought of witches as disgusting in his heart, it would be unlikely that he would abandon his work and run over to the Church to report. And now since they had Lucia in town, it was only a matter of time until the alchemists and witches had to work together. ¡°For goodness sake! Do you mean that this witch can cure alchemy ¡ª no, the trauma caused by chemical experiments?¡± Roland hasn¡¯t foreseen that Kyle¡¯s reaction was totally contrary to what he had expected, ¡°Hahaha, this is excellent, Your Royal Highness, this means that I can go through with experiments, without worrying about the dangers!¡± ¡°In the end, what happened?¡± Roland sighed in relieve. ¡°Why did you bring the liquor into the laboratory?¡± ¡°No, Your Royal Highness, it is merely a test item,¡± the alchemist became entirely excited, ¡°The thing I needed to produce for you, I did it!¡± ¡°Are you speaking of¡­ Mercuric Acid?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, Your Highness! It turned out that the missing reactant was alcohol!¡± He said in one breath, ¡°Previously I had already tested dozens of raw materials, but I was unable to make any progress. Annoyed I went to the market and bought some liquor, but then I suddenly remembered that the ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡± mentioned that alcohol is an organic solvent, which is necessary for some raw materials to react. I then distilled and purified the liquor and used it for a new reagent test, and finally, on the sixth it try was a success¡­ Within several tubes, the gray crystal¡¯s precipitation occurred, so I recorded all of their heating time and temperatures. Afterward, I extracted some of the crystal and tested them. The features they showed were the same as what you spoke of ¡ª the ash gray needle-shaped crystal powder is extremely sensitive and irritable. Just when I wanted to filter out the rest of crystals in the tubes, the test tube suddenly exploded.¡± So, it is done like this, at this moment, Roland also suddenly remembered it, to get mercury fulminate it was necessary to add ethanol to the mercury to excess the nitric acid, or, perhaps it can be produced from the direct reaction of mercury nitrate and ethanol. ¡°Well done,¡± Roland said and patted Kyle¡¯s Sichi¡¯s shoulder. ¡°This feat is enough for you to receive Border Town¡¯s highest honor and rewards.¡± Thus, with the cartridge problem fixed his centerfire ammunition finally took shape. Chapter 237 Chapter 237 Invitation After returning to his office, Roland immediately began to draw the blueprints for the new machines. During the days, the First Army and witches had all gone to King¡¯s City, instead of doing nothing, Roland felt that he was busier than ever. Even without Nightingale around, Anna¡¯s and his time spent alone with one another was also very rare. Besides finding a place for the refugees to live that were coming with each ship, he also asked Anna and Lucia to test the composition of smelting products together, as well as constructing a new smelting furnace. Before, no matter if it was smelting iron or making steel, it had purely been done by experience and feeling, never knowing what the result would be after the refining. But now with Lucia¡¯s help, Roland finally had a precise method for determining the composition of the ingots. With the aid from the material decomposition ability, he could finally obtain the necessary detailed data for smelting metal after repeated comparisons between results. For example, the post-melting stirring time, the exact amount of charcoal added, and whether to add limestone or other additives to remove sulfur and phosphorus, or which other metals and raw materials had to be added to get alloy and so forth¡­ Based on these data, Roland could summarize a standard process for the smelting industry, which would guarantee the continuous production of iron ingots and steel that had the same quality each time. This would also disperse the dense fog hovering over the material science and engineering field. The new smelting furnace had also been built for this reason. It was a square furnace with a length and width of four meters, and a height of two meters, with the bottom tilted towards one end. It¡¯s thick outer shell was made of pig iron, while the internal layer consisted of clay bricks as well as Soraya¡¯s ¡°earth¡± coating, which all guaranteed excellent heat resistance. The lower end was provided with a movable gate, which was driven by a steam engine. Considering that those high-end heating methods, such as oxygen, electric arc and so on haven¡¯t reached the implementation stage yet, the furnace simply didn¡¯t have any combustion systems installed ¨C And depended entirely on Anna¡¯s black fire for smelting molten steel. After adding the right amount of raw materials and to smelt the metal in accordance with the finished test, the molten steel was directly discharged from the tailgate. The furnace could produce 50 ton of steel at once, and with it, Anna would only need a short half hour to complete the smelting. Together with the feeding and tapping time, it would take around one hour to complete, its output could then meet the current need for firearms and artillery production. Nowadays the town¡¯ smelting plan was that the group of blast furnaces and shaft furnace were responsible for producing a great amount of pig iron, which was not only be used in the manufacturing of the daily use ironware and steam engines but could also be used as the raw material for further smelting, for example wrought iron or steel. ¡­ The blueprints Roland was currently drawing, was the set of production equipment used for bullet stamping ¨C with a stable and reliable source of steel, processing and assembling a stamping machine would no longer be hindered by material problems. So, when the trial production of the mercury fulminate succeeded, they could immediately start with mass production of the new bullets. Even though cutting with Anna¡¯s black fire was efficient and accurate, but even in the case where a person could complete the whole process, they would still need to spend a long time doing so. However, in the event that a line of stamping machines was put into production, after learning how to operate them, more than 30 ordinary people could at least produce ten thousand bullets per day. Furthermore, the soldiers would also no longer need to manually reload their ammunition. Even after dinner, he was still busy drawing, only when the sound of the midnight bell came through the window could his set of sketches be considered complete. Of course, this was merely the most initial plan of his concept, he still didn¡¯t know if some of the details was feasible, and because of this it needed to be tested before he could finalize his plan. If it were like usual, Roland would have already yawned again and again, but today he was in high spirits, not feeling even a little sleepy at all. After putting the more than ten recently drawn draft papers away, Roland took the attached parchment to the 5th Princess letter out of the drawer, spread it over the table, and finally came to the long awaited task ¨C the selection of the visiting witches. The list held more than 60 auxiliary witches and their abilities, but from Maggie¡¯s mouth, Roland had heard that Sleeping Island sheltered between two hundred to three hundred people, which made it obviously that Tilly had not put all of the auxiliary witches on the list at his table. This was also in line with the way a leader should behave ¡ª taking the initiative to reach out her hand in friendship, rather than holding on to family bonds. In this way, the opposite party had already expressed enough of their sincerity in wishing to form an alliance. Then Roland put up a new candle and concentrate on going over the witch abilities on the appendix. He soon had to acknowledge, that this was a tough decision to make, but after a going through the list many times and comparing them from all sides, he finally chose the name of his five visitors. Roland then spread out a new piece of parchment and began to write his reply. ¡°My dear sister, I am very glad to have received your letter. ¡°I am excited and pleased with your decision, with your assistance, I now have a bigger chance of blocking the Church¡¯s assault. ¡°The reason I could obtain the witches¡¯ trust and support, is because of this: within the entire Kingdom of Graycastle, only Border Town has completely erased the influence of the Church. Not only do the natives accept the witches, they even fight together, side by side. Beginning from the battle against the demonic beasts upto the confrontation with the Church, my people and witches have come to form an inseparable whole. Nowadays, the figures of witches can be seen everywhere within the town participating in the construction. The steam engine that makes you wonder was also only possible to achieve due to the help of a witch. All this is already a good start, and all I have to do is to extend this situation to the whole of the Western Territory, until it spreads through the entire kingdom. ¡°Therefore, I have to destroy the entire Church, and turn their statement that the witches are the Devil¡¯s messenger into dust. However, rescuing all the people from their ignorance and stupidity will be a long and slow process, for which I will need even more help from you. ¡°Concerning, what would lead to this decision, what caused me to no longer so indifferent to everything as I was in the past, are trivialities that can slowly be elaborated on when we have the time, but the ability to express oneself in a letter is limited, so I won¡¯t say more than is necessary. ¡°Concerning the witches¡¯ visit next month, I¡¯m very much looking forward to it. There is no reason to be anxious about their safety, I have already planned a direct route to Border Town for them, which will also allow you to avoid the eyes and ears of the Church completely and which doesn¡¯t need the support of a harbor. The only risk will be the navigation, however, if you let Maggie fly in front of you to show you the way, there will be only be a tiny possibility losing your way. I will attach a map with the specific route to Maggie when I send her to Sleeping Island. ¡°When these witches arrive at Border Town, they will naturally be able to participate in the lessons of Basic Knowledge ¨C the so-called knowledge which boosts the evolution of the witch¡¯s ability. However, I am more inclined to the idea that it actually a deeper understanding of the world itself that leads to their transformation, whether it was regarding nature, magic, not excluding the understanding of their own person. I have not the least doubt that our odds of winning in a fight against the Church increases with every witch able to evolve her ability, on this point your opinion and mine are completely in line. ¡°Finally, I will now list the five selected witches and I hope to see them as soon as possible. ¡°Land Shaper ¨C Lotus. ¡°State Preserver ¨C Candle. ¡°Winemaker ¨C Evelyn. ¡°Beast Tamer ¨C Honey. ¡°As well as Eye of Truth ¨C Sylvie. ¡°I wish you all the best. Your brother, Roland Wimbledon.¡± Chapter 238 Chapter 238 How could I possibly regret this? A week later, the expedition of the First Army and witches finally returned to Border Town. From the date of their departure until their return, the mission had almost lasted half a month, five days longer than expected. The main reason for the delay was that on the day the fleet had set out on the way home, Longsong Stronghold Acting Duke Petrov¡¯s messenger arrived in Border Town, reporting the outbreak of an unknown plague in the stronghold. Due to Roland¡¯s previous warning, the moment when Petrov became aware of the disease, he took measures to isolate the patients as well as possible, and completely closed down the city, then immediately send a messenger over to Border Town. After receiving the report of an outbreak, Roland sent Maggie out, and had her fly with great speed eastwards along the Redwater River, looking for the fleet carrying the First Army, to give them the order to change their route and take the fork to Longsong Stronghold. Later, after the eradication of the demonic plague, once more set out to return home. On the day of their return, Roland led all the other members of the First Army and the families of the expedition members to the docks to celebrate their smooth return. Accompanied by the sound of the familiar army march, the soldiers excitedly saluted the Prince, while many other people imitated the knighting ceremony and went down on one knee to loudly shout out ¡®Long live His Highness¡¯. After they had walked down the pier, they fell into the arms of their loved ones and tightly hugged them, accentuated by Echo¡¯s timely gun salute. The atmosphere of the scene became so lively that it attracted the refugees and the serfs to soon come join them. Back in the castle, Iron Axe gave a full report on the mission. ¡°You mean to say, that the enemy attacking the First Army had a witch within their ranks?¡± After thinking about it for a moment, Roland continued. ¡°It¡¯s unlikely that she was part of the street rats.¡± ¡°Theo thinks the same thing; he even believes that the rats belong to an other force. Otherwise, those scum would almost never leave their nest and try to operate outside of it. The only forces in King¡¯s city that can control the rats and could also possess a witch are the Church and King Timothy.¡± Iron Axe said, ¡°Even those other powerful nobles would be unable to force the largest street rats organization to move at full strength, and leave their nest vulnerable.¡± ¡°But Timothy is actually in the Eastern Region, and I don¡¯t believe that he is daring enough to send a witch out to fight alone, I think that the Church is more suspect.¡± Thinking of Wendy and Ashes¡¯ encounters with the Church, it wasn¡¯t surprisingly to Roland that the Church had trained a group of witches in secret. ¡°Are you sure she¡¯s dead?¡± ¡°Nightingale¡¯s shot hit her in the chest, breaking her thoracic cavity into pieces,¡± Iron Axe said while nodding, ¡°we buried her in the wheat field, at the place where we found the remains of our sentry.¡± At the end of their last day, their team of three hundred people had met an attack of a vast number of rats with the final result of one dead and four injured. The only victim was the soldier who died by the hands of the witch, the other four injured had been hit by lucky crossbow shots from the approaching rats. With their revolver rifles greater firepower, the fight was already over before it even came to the melee combat phase. The wounded soldiers had immediately been properly bandaged and sent back to Border Town to be treated by Nana ¨C it was due to the presence of Lily that their injuries showed almost no sign of infection. As long as the crossbow arrows did not hit vital organs and they were able to stop the bleeding soon enough, the chance for the injured to survive was very good. In general, seeing the First Army acquiring this kind of result during their second expedition, made Roland feel very satisfied. As for how to hinder the enemy from successful attacking the sentries, Roland knew very little about that. The only thing he did know was that they needed to set up the posts so that they could always monitor one another, but how to do it exactly, was a task better left to Iron Axe to handle. ¡°You have worked hard; I will hold a ceremony at the central square of the town, tomorrow. You should go and notify all members of the First Army about it.¡± When Iron Axe finally retired, Roland let out a long breath. ¡°Well done,¡± with this words, Roland took a bag of grilled fish from the drawer and put it on the table. ¡°If it hasn¡¯t been for you, I¡¯m afraid they would have been in great danger.¡± At his words, Nightingale¡¯s figure appeared at his side and with a smile accepted the dried fish. ¡°Like I said before, I had everything under my control.¡± ¡°How was the strength of the other side?¡± ¡°She was very agile and acted very determined; I think she should have been in training for several years. If it wasn¡¯t for her trying to resist at the same time as I entered my fog, I can¡¯t say for sure if I would have been able to avoid being hit by her fine powder.¡± Nightingale just shrugged it off and tried to seem casual during her report of the following events, but he still became aware of her discomfort when she told about the shooting. ¡°but, when I saw the look in her eyes when she stabbed at Wendy, I came to an understanding, that with the exception of death there was nothing that would stop her.¡± ¡°¡­¡± For a moment Roland was silent. ¡°Do you still remember what you said to me on the way back after the defeat of Timothy¡¯s militia?¡± Nightingale thought back, ¡± ¡®This is not your fault¡¯ ?¡± ¡°That¡¯s it,¡± he nodded. ¡°If she were a witch who was raised by the Church from early on, she would always treat you as a traitor, a fallen, even after a few years of coexistence, it would still be tough to cure her of that way of thinking¡­ At least with her death, you were able to save Wendy¡¯s life.¡± Nightingale began to laugh ¡°Are you trying to comfort me?¡± ¡°Ke¡­¡± Roland coughed twice, ¡°Those were my real thoughts.¡± ¡°Feel relieved, I won¡¯t feel sad for the enemy, although she was a witch, the path she chose was entirely different from the one I desire to see in the future, this is the same I already said aboard during the journey back.¡± Nightingale picked up a piece of dried fish and put it into her mouth, ¡°I just knocked the enemy down while protecting my sisters, I only fulfilled my duty, nothing more.¡± ¡°It is good if you can think like that,¡± Roland said happily. It seems that he had still underestimated her, with his thought that she would feel lost and confused after personally killing another witch, never expecting that she would be able to adjust to it in just a short time. It appears that in both mind and belief, Nightingale was coming close to reaching maturity. She swallowed the fish, hesitated for a moment and then opened her mouth to say: ¡°But there is one little thing I want to ask you.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°What were you and Anna doing during these days?¡± Even though Nightingale¡¯s voice became lower and lower, her eyes kept their focus on the Prince, ¡°¡­you know what I¡¯m talking about.¡± Roland almost knocked the cup over in his hands, ¡°Keke, asking this so suddenly, what do you¡­ during these days I have been occupied with finding a place to settle the refugees, there wasn¡¯t much chance to be alone with her.¡± Immediately her eyes began to lit up. ¡°That wasn¡¯t a lie.¡± ¡°Of course not, I was ¨C¡± Before another word could escape Roland¡¯s lips, Nightingale suddenly vanished into thin air, immediately following which he felt a pair of soft lips on his mouth, after a fleeting touch only leaving behind the light flavor of salty fish. It took him a long while until he realized what had just happened. ¡°Wait ¨C¡° Once more he couldn¡¯t finish what he wanted to say. This time, two slender fingers sealed his mouth, even though he couldn¡¯t see her, but he knew that Nightingale was still standing at his side. ¡°I know what you want to say¡­¡± she whispered next to his ear, ¡°I do not want to change anything, I don¡¯t intend to put myself between you and Anna, I merely hope to be always stay by your side, that¡¯s all. Forgive me for not daring to show my figure to you, because right now, I also don¡¯t know what kind of expression I should show when facing you. Your Highness, you don¡¯t dislike me?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland opened his mouth, but it seemed that saying he disliked Nightingale was impossible. The barrier that kept him from accepting her was not something about like and dislike, but rather ethical, shaped by twenty years of social experience before coming to this world, by now, he could no longer deceive himself. ¡°That being the case,¡± she whispered, ¡°do not say anything. It¡¯s not your fault; I only did what I wanted to after all.¡± Chapter 239 Chapter 239 Midnight Snack After eating dinner, Anna carried a large batch of Bird Beak Mushrooms into the kitchen. At her request, Maggie had collected these spotlessly white mushrooms in the Concealing Forest ¨C they were different from common mushrooms, the Bird Beak Mushrooms commonly grows on top of huge trees, it survives by absorbing the nutrients from the trees, but it was also the favorite food of some birds species. Although it had a very delicious taste, and its fleshy umbrella shaft was as delicate as exquisite meat, with its relatively high growing place which made it hard to discover just by standing on the ground, there weren¡¯t many people willing to climb the trees to pick these mushrooms. Her mother would always gather some for her birthday, sometimes picking more and sometimes less, but always enough to make two mushroom dishes to celebrate her birthday. Compared to the usual moldy and coarse bread and bland porridge, its unique flavor was hard to forget. Although nowadays, she has no longer had to worry about not getting enough food to fill her belly, these days the food was always varied and plentiful, she still wanted to personally make this delicious food which could only be tasted in this small town in the western region and share it with Roland Wimbledon who was recently always so busy. The flames in kitchen stove had already been extinguished, but to Anna, this didn¡¯t pose any problem. She took some firewood from the side and threw it into the oven, and called her black flame, just a few moments later a vigorous fire already burned within its chamber. At this time, Nightingale suddenly appeared from the wall, ¡°Hey, what are you doing?¡± ¡°I want to make something to eat for His Highness, these days he is always staying up late to work. What about you?¡± ¡°Ahaha,¡± Nightingale began laughing in embarrassing, and touched the back of her head with her hand. ¡°I just came to look for a snack to eat¡­ I¡¯m a little hungry.¡± After pausing for a moment, she curiously probed, ¡°What are you planning to cook?¡± ¡°I want to make something to eat for His Highness, these last few days he is always staying up late to work. What about you?¡± .¡°Well¡­ honey baked mushrooms and mushroom soup,¡± Anna opened the bundle, revealing the Bird Beak Mushrooms inside, ¡°They are Border Town¡¯s regional specialty, do you want to try some?¡± Nightingale nodded and then quickly asked, ¡°Can you teach me how to make them?¡­ I also wish to learn to cook them.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Anna laughed, ¡°It¡¯s quite easy.¡± After slicing the mushrooms, she took a lot of the mushrooms and divided them between Nightingale and herself. ¡°First spread a layer of butter on both sides of the mushrooms, then carefully roast them on the fire until they are golden on all sided. Be careful not to roast them for too long, or else they will burn black.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Nightingale said, took a piece of the Bird Beak Mushrooms and imitated Anna¡¯s style of smearing oil on both sides of the mushroom. ¡°Has His Highness recently always worked until late into the night?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, in order to find a place for the refugees, as well as drawing blueprints for new machines, he spends almost everyday after midnight before he goes to bed. There were several times when I¡¯ve passed by his office, that I could still see the light of the burning candles from under the door.¡± Anna nodded once and then asked, ¡±You were gone for more than half a month, so you began to miss His Highness, right?¡± Hearing the unexpected question, Nightingales hand slightly trembled, dropping the mushroom into the oil, ¡°Uh¡­ actually it was not too bad¡­¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t limited to only you; it was also the same for Lightning, Lily, Echo, and Wendy. They all were missing His Royal Highness; they said since there was not even a bathing place, they had all wanted to return at an earlier time,¡± Anna suddenly felt that the other¡¯s expression had become somewhat strange, ¡°Hey, what happened?¡± ¡°Nothing,¡± Nightingale said flustered, shook her head, took another mushroom and then said with an embarrassed smile, ¡°actually it was like that, indeed¡­ I also longed to come back.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Anna used her hands to directly pinch the oil coated mushrooms and threw them into the fire of the stove, ¡°If it was me who have to leave His Highness for half a month, no, maybe even just a few days would already be enough that I couldn¡¯t wait to see him again.¡± The moment when she had met Roland Wimbledon within the dungeon, was the most incredible moment in her entire life, until today whenever she recalled this moment, her heart was would still fill with warmth and gratitude. If not for His Highness, even if she could have somehow lived on, it would only be a life in ignorance and confusion, just like those apathetic townsfolk. It was His Highness who had taught her how beautiful the world truly was. No matter if it was because of the soy paste covered pepper steaks, or the ¡°Theoretical Foundations of Natural Science¡±, the moment he had stepped into her live it had filled with all kinds of new stuff, allowing her to finally feel that she no longer was the same as those other people, but rather a unique and unmatched witch. She was confident that the others sisters also felt the same ¨C as long as they were in contact with His Highness for a long enough, it was impossible for them not to become caught up in his strange but clever ideas and his unique charm, this was what Anna believed without a shred of doubt. ¡°Oh, did I bake this for too long?¡± Nightingale raised her iron fork and showed that one side of the mushroom had already become burned. ¡°A little bit¡­¡± Anna couldn¡¯t suppress her laugh, ¡°Bird Beak Mushrooms is very tender, so it isn¡¯t necessary to roast them for a long time, just test it some more and you will grasp it. For now, I will prepare the material for the stew. ¡± Nightingale instead sprinkled the lightly burned mushroom with honey and salt and threw it into her mouth, ¡°Well, it was still delicious.¡± Seeing how Anna skillfully mixed all kinds of herbs and other ingredients together, she asked curiously, ¡±Have you done this often before? ¡°Ah, marinating food, grinding flour, going to the nobles and ask for a seasonal work, helping to wash and shave the neighbor¡¯s sheep,¡± Anna said, ¡°Most of the time I was doing those kinds of odd jobs, the only exception was when I went to Teacher Karl¡¯s college.¡± After pausing for a moment, she continued, ¡°But when my mother had died, my father no longer let me go to the college, or even allowed me to leave the house in general.¡± ¡°Sorry¡­¡± ¡°All of that doesn¡¯t matter any longer, it¡¯s in the past now,¡± Anna¡¯s eyes shined brightly like a sky-blue lake in the moonlight. ¡°Compared with the majority of the other witches, I can already be considered as being very lucky, can¡¯t I?¡± Over the flame the thin pieces of in butter coated mushrooms slightly curled up, issuing a crackling sound. After sprinkling some salt grains on top of the mushrooms and roasting them until golden on both side, a fresh and fragrant smell soon began entering their nostrils. The mix out of the milky flavor of the heated butter and the unique flavor of the Bird Beak Mushrooms caused them to salivating. And with their final honey coating, the roasted mushrooms were finally ready. Whether it was the Bird Beak Mushrooms or the honey, both could be collected in the Concealing Forest, but even for the locals, if it turned out that there was a beehive on a cut-down tree, or Bird Beak Mushrooms at its top, it was considered a very lucky day. When the pot with the stew release white steam, the two also completed their mushroom roasting and seasoning. ¡°That was a success, or at least it looks good,¡± Nightingale said, stuffing another piece into her mouth. ¡°As it turns out I also have quite a gift for cooking¡­ Pff! It seems this piece was a bit salty.¡± ¡°The time is also just right,¡± Anna stated after glancing at the night outside of the window, ¡°I presume we should deliver it to His Highness now.¡± ¡°Would you please hand mine over to him?¡± Nightingale asked, clapping her hands together, ¡±Please.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you want to come with me?¡± ¡°I can¡¯t,¡± she laughed. ¡°Because I do not know what kind of expression I should show when I see him now.¡± Anna was startled by the unexpected answer, but before she even could open her mouth to further ask about meaning of this sentence, the other had already disappeared into thin air. Is it important what kind of expression I show? Regardless if I show a smile, am dispirited or wear an expressionless face they are all good, ah. Even when I had just come out of prison, had lost faith in everything, and had all my hope turned to dust, His Highness never became fed up with my, so why does she want to avoid him? Even after thinking about it for a time, it still felt incomprehensible to her. So, in the end, she only shook her head, picked up the tray with the mushroom diches and the soup by herself and went to the office. Chapter 240 Chapter 240 Award and Honor Ceremony Roland was currently designing the pattern of the medal for tomorrow¡¯s ceremony. It was reasonable to say that he should already have completed this not especially complicated work long ago, but since the beginning of the afternoon, he had felt somewhat ill at ease. That¡¯s right; it was because of Nightingale¡¯s kiss. Although there had been some indistinct signs before, since she had never acted on it, he had also never taken the initiative to speak about it either. But now, there was no longer any room for doubt, what would be the right way to respond to her feelings? This question also let him understand that he didn¡¯t dislike Nightingale at all. Instead, he even somewhat liked her. A beautiful and touching woman with a calm nature, and with whom he was together from morning to night, how could he ever hate her? The reason for Roland¡¯s inability to respond positively towards her laid in the twenty years of ideology he had inherited, as well as the actual question he would have to face in the future¡­ Anna¡¯s opinion. Especially the later point, he couldn¡¯t ignore Anna, and only act according to his own preferences. Perhaps only time could bring him the answer he was looking for. Suddenly, a knocking sound came over from the other side of the door. ¡°Come in; it isn¡¯t locked,¡± Roland shouted while being surprised at the same time, who would stil come to his office at this hour? Only to see that it was actually Anna who pushed the door open and entered the room, holding a tray with two dishes and an earthenware jar. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, Roland already smelled the alluring aroma. ¡°Food?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Anna let out a small laugh and placed the tray on the table, then removed the top of the jar and uncovered a milky white soup, ¡°This dish is called honey roasted mushrooms, this plate here was made by me and Nightingale made the other one. And in the jar is mushroom soup, it is seasoned with some commonly seen herbs.¡± ¡°It looks very delicious,¡± Roland licked his lips, ¡°Come sit down so that we can eat together.¡± Anna nodded and sat at the opposite side of the table. ¡°Why didn¡¯t Nightingale come along?¡± ¡°She said¡­ she didn¡¯t know what kind of expression she should show when she sees you,¡± Anna replied. ¡°I do not quite understand why she cares.¡± ¡°¡­¡± So that¡¯s the reason, Roland softly sighed within his heart, although she had bold and confidently said that she didn¡¯t felt the least bit of regret, even shamelessly boasted ¡°This is not your fault, I just did what I wanted to¡±. However, in truth her ability to summon her courage and leave the cave to explore the outside world wasn¡¯t any better than that of a squirrel. Really, in the end, was she daring or timid¡­ ¡°In that case, let¡¯s eat first.¡± When he picked up a piece of mushroom and put it into his mouth, the honey melted and within a flash spread its sweetness within his mouth, soon followed by the mushrooms own juice. In the absence of monosodium glutamate, it was still so rich and tasty that it made him completely speechless¡­ a little salt further enhanced its freshness, and also, the mushroom¡¯s own chewy texture, of exquisite tenderness, the taste became simply impeccable. ¡°These¡­ aren¡¯t ordinary mushrooms right?¡± after swallowing, Roland immediately asked about the aspect of the meal that let it stand out from the masses of other foods. In general, it was already good when the mushrooms could keep their fresh taste when barbecued, but how could they be this juicy? As if they were filled with soup. ¡°Well, they are a specialty of the Concealing Forest, the town¡¯s people call them Bird Beak Mushrooms,¡± Anna smiled and recounted the mushroom¡¯s history, ¡°That¡¯s why I wanted you to taste them.¡± Afterward, Roland also tasted the slowly cooked mushroom soup, which was equivalently matchless, the flavor of the juices was even more rich, it was just like eating tangbao in general, furthermore, with every chew a crisp feeling was invoked. Tasting this for a long time he couldn¡¯t help but think of the in later generation extremely commonly used, seasoning which was added in vast amounts to all kind of dishes ¨C MSG. In the time before MSG had appeared, chefs could only enhance the flavor of food indirectly, for example by using whole chicken bones, mushrooms and soybeans to create a clear soup stock. Although the preceding generations of cooks preferred once more the authentic flavor to show off their own exquisite culinary talent. However, it was still right to say that even if it was a bad or novice chef, as long as they added MSG, they could increase the dull flavor of their food by more than a level. Supposing that the Bird Beak Mushrooms was naturally so rich and juicy in flavor, they would be the perfect material for extract MSG. They were just growing on top of the trees, making them hard to pick and thus weren¡¯t widespread? For Roland, something like this wasn¡¯t a problem at all. ¡°This type of mushrooms, do you know how many of them are there?¡± ¡°I am not sure¡­ but I presume there should be a lot of them,¡± Anna said, taking another small bite. ¡°Maggie said that she only circled along the edge of the forest, but she was still able to help me pick a huge bag full of them.¡± ¡°That is great to hear,¡± Roland already cleanly finished all the mushrooms Anna had roasted. Thus he stretched out his chopsticks to the second plate, ¡°I was worried that there was nothing besides meat dipped in honey or pepper here, I was almost getting tired of eating ¨C pff.¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°No-nothing.¡± His heart burst into tears, for goodness sage, this piece is salted too much, did Nightingale accidently drop it into the salt jar? Even though this were his thoughts, he still swallowed the mushroom. Afterward, Roland discovered that other mushroom pieces weren¡¯t completely pasted or cooked, there were also other which were scorched on one side while the other side was left uncooked. Fortunately, the Bird Beak Mushroom were delicious in itself, in this way it covered up her bad cooking to a large degree. ¡°I¡­ ate my fill,¡± Roland said putting his chopsticks down, with great difficulty he had finished eating the second plate, and then he even had drunk the complete soup, until his belly already began to bulge up. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°Thanks, but there was also Nightingale,¡± Anna said with a laugh, letting her look so incredibly adorable, that Roland couldn¡¯t help but reach out and pinch her nose. The latter whimpered a small cry and then kissed the prince¡¯s cheek. ¡°Then I¡¯ll now go and wash the dishes, don¡¯t forget to go to bed early.¡± After the witch had left, Roland lightly sighed. Although I don¡¯t want to ignore Anna¡¯s thoughts¡­ but there are some matters which aren¡¯t easy to speak about. He helplessly thought, probably this has also something to do with my former identity as a mechanical dog, after all, during my entire academic period, I rarely had any dealings with the opposite sex. And even after graduating and successfully entering a large-scale planning institute, and having a considerable salary, my situation still hadn¡¯t changed much. Luckily, there is still a long way to go before the Church is completely destroyed, so I have enough time to slowly consider what I need to do next. As for now, it is better to concentrate on completing the work in front of me. ¡­ On the next morning, Roland stepped onto a temporary erected wooden platform in the town¡¯s square, which was surrounded by a sea of ??people. Comparing the current Border Town with the former impoverished and desolated town, it seemed as heaven and earth had been turned upside down, saying that it looked completely new wouldn¡¯t be an exaggeration. The town¡¯s sparse old houses had been completely torn down. Instead they had been replaced by construction sites and the already finished brick houses scattered all over the place. Furthermore, the latter were constructed in accordance with the development plan of the whole district, giving it a neat and tidy appearance ¨C although they only occupied one-third of the former town¡¯s land, they still offered enough space to accommodate the original two thousand indigenous citizens. By the time they began building three or four layered houses, as well as opening the follow-up district, the number of people living on the same piece of land would only become more and more. By now still calling it Border Town was no longer consistent with the actual situation, no town had a population of nearly twenty thousand people and a professional army of about six hundred people. However, Roland intended to wait until spring next year before officially promoting Border Town to a real city. With the support of Echo¡¯s ability, Roland¡¯s voice quickly quieted the crowd down. ¡°Today, is the day of Border Town¡¯s award and honor ceremony, we will use this time to reward and encourage those people who had made a major contribution to all of us. More than half a year has passed since I have arrived here, since then we have defeated the demonic beasts, beat the Duke, and given this town its current appearance. To achieve all this, many people had to sacrifice a lot, among these, there are several outstanding people, they are not nobles, nor are they wealthy merchants, before they served me they were merely ordinary folk, just like you are! He let his view wander over the people, and then loudly exclaimed, ¡°But now they will be rewarded handsomely! Including a medal personally crafted by me, one hundred gold royals, and five acres of land!¡± This news immediately stirred up the masses, sending waves of cheers through the crowd, not to mention the medal and the land, just the one hundred gold royals, was a sum to cause envy in the others. ¡°This isn¡¯t a one-time ceremony ¨C from now on we will hold this kind of ceremony each year, regardless of your birth, irrespective of your wealth, as long as you have achieved extraordinary merits you can all obtain this highest of honors!¡± The moment Roland¡¯s voice fell, Echo¡¯s imitation of a gun salute suddenly resounded through the whole audience, and within the unceasing explosion, Iron Axe, Kyle Sichi, and Nana Pine arrived, escorted by the First Army, and entered the wooden stage. TN: Monosodium glutamate; Tangbao Chapter 241 Chapter 241 Liberation At the moment, there were undoubtedly 2000 or more people gathered in the public square, yet their excitement didn¡¯t differ much to that of a large gatherings of more than 10¡¯000 people of the later eras. Roland inwardly sighed, Echo¡¯s ability was indeed extremely handy. The reason why he had chosen these three people was mainly in order to set an example for the masses ¨C of the three of them not one was a noble, Iron Axe belonged to the Sandpeople and had came from the other side of the Southern Border; even though Kyle was an alchemist, he had been born in a common family and reached his rank after starting as an apprentice and climbing up the ladder step by step; while Nana, was a witch. They were an alien, a civilian, and a witch; putting it in a way that modern civilization would have, this choice had been inspired by an impeccable sense of of ¡®political correctness¡¯. Roland hoped that through this ceremony he would be able to impart his concept to all of his people ¨C Border Town only focuses on your merits, it doesn¡¯t pay any attention to where you might have come from. The first person to come forward and receive his medal was Iron Axe, Roland had personally engraved the gold medal with an insignia of Graycastle¡¯s tower surrounded by wheat ears and with an edge of pinions. The moment Iron Axe took the medal the members of the First Army in the audience, raised their hands in applause and many other people began to whistling. ¡°His name should already be known to all of you, Commander of the First Army¡¯s Firearm Team, Iron Axe!¡± Roland turned to face everyone, ¡°Before the arrival of the Months of Demons, he was just one of the many hunters in the town. But whenever there was a fight endangering Border Town, Iron Axe would never be absent, and in the previous month, he has also led the First Army soldiers to King¡¯s City, saving those refugees besieged by the demonic plague from the Eastern Region! The recent 6000 people temporarily living outside of the city wall had all been brought back by him!¡± Most people on the square were either Border Town¡¯s natives or member of the First Army, while the number of serfs and refugees only accounted for a few hundred people, but under Echo¡¯s sound transmission, the mood of the corw didn¡¯t become awkwardly silent. The moment Roland paused his speech, the fugitives at the scene all immediately began to cheering out loudly, and their intensity wasn¡¯t the least bit weaker compared to the First Army¡¯s. Iron Axe also appeared to be very excited, most probably, with his identity as a member of the Mojin Clan living in another kingdom he would never have thought that he would ever obtain the Prince¡¯s favor. He first presented Roland with the First Army¡¯s military salute and then went down on one knee in Graycastle¡¯s knight ceremony. In case Roland hadn¡¯t stopped him with his hand, he would most likely also have gone through with the ceremony of the Sandpeople. ¡°Get up, as a soldier, just using a military salute is already enough,¡± Roland laughingly stated. ¡°Thank you¡­ Your Highness,¡± he answered with a slightly trembling voice as if was making supreme effort to suppress his emotions. The Prince patted Iron Axe¡¯s shoulder in a consoling manner, placed a bag with 100 gold royals into his hand then signalled Kyle Sichi to come over. ¡°This one, you may be seeing for the first time, he came to Border Town from the kingdom¡¯s Central Region, the former chief alchemist of Redwater City¡¯s Alchemic Workshop, Mr. Kyle Sichi!¡± Hearing his words, let the people exclaim in wonder. ¡°A chief Alchemist? Aren¡¯t they people who even the king has to treat with respect and courtesy?¡± ¡°You mean just like royal astrologers?¡± ¡°No, the position of an alchemist is even higher than that of an astrologer, after all, no one can guarantee that the latter¡¯s prophecy will become true, while the alchemist at least does something that is tangible.¡± ¡°Furthermore, he even came from Redwater City¡¯s Alchemic Workshop; I heard that only the Alchemic Workshop in King¡¯s City is comparable to it!¡± ¡°¡­¡± In the Four Kingdoms, alchemists and astrologer all had a lofty status, and within the ranks of the civilian population they were also called sages, and were the only people worthy of lecturing the powerful nobles and lords. When he saw the reaction of the crowd, Roland was very satisfied, he stretched his hand out to calm the crowd then said: ¡°Even though Mr. Sichi didn¡¯t personally participate in the battles, but with the continuous improvement of the firearms, from single shot to salvo, it would never have been possible without his chemical laboratory, which was also an important factor in guaranteeing the First Army¡¯s victories. Without these alchemical and chemical products, Border Town would not be able to win and obtain true peace.¡± After taking a short pause, the Prince then continued, ¡°Incidentally, the chemical laboratory is currently enrolling trainee alchemist, they will accept people who have completed the Primary Education course and also went through Border Town¡¯s citizen inspection. After being accepted, you won¡¯t only receive a generous salary, but you will also receive the chance to become an outstanding just like Master Alchemist as Mr. Sichi!¡± The moment his voice fell, the masses once more began to loudly clamor, yet Sichi himself wore a face covered in impatience, when he took the medal he ill-humored said, ¡°You called me over because for such a matter? This was indeed a waste of time; I might just as well have done a few more experiments instead.¡± ¡°This is a great opportunity for publicity, didn¡¯t you complain that you were short-handed,¡± Roland shrugged his shoulders, ¡°By the time when the number of apprentices are doubled, I intend on writing the book on ¡®Advanced Chemistry¡¯ and teaching it to you.¡± ¡°Advanced¡­ Chemistry?¡± Hearing this, Sichi immediately bowed, ¡°Thank you a lot, Your Highness!¡± Although it was quite important to focus on one matter, fostering a successor was equally important and also demanded immediate action. And the wider the foundation, the easier it would be to achieve results, the same as was true for scientific research. Roland never planned to put all of his eggs in one basket, so whenever there was a perfect advertising opportunity like this, he certainly wouldn¡¯t just let it go. The final one was Nana. The girl seemed a bit nervous as she came to his side, Roland couldn¡¯t help but sigh in sorrow. Compared with the time during the Months of Demons, when he didn¡¯t wish others to see them, today, he finally intended to announce the witches presence to everyone ¨C after nearly six months of preparation, Border Town has now reached the perfect moment to welcome them. Furthermore, choosing Nana as their representative was also the result of careful deliberations. All the soldiers of the First Army called her an angel, and within their ranks she even held an higher rank than Iron Axe, second only to his own reputation. While there were also many town residents who had already received her treatment. No matter if it were mine accidents or injuries caused by machines, the injured had already developed the habit of looking for their angel for treatment. After watching the drama ¡°Witch Story¡± several times, the attitude of the serfs had already changed and they were no longer against them. Seeing the tragic fate of the witches but also that they were always brave enough to make a stand and fight in the dramas, created an image of witches which was capable of winning a lot of people¡¯s sympathy and goodwill. The same could also be said about the refugees who could only survive because of Lily¡¯s ability. Even if there were people who loathed the witches in their heart, after being rescued by them they couldn¡¯t any longer slander them with malicious talk. Even more now after they hadn¡¯t received help from the Church in their most vulnerable state ¨C at least in Border Town, these woman with their extraordinary abilities would be protected by the Lord. However, the most crucial point was: Even if there were Church follower who wanted to expose them, it would be difficult for them to set off any wind and waves here in the Western Region. Border Town was completely under his rule, and the Church in Longsong Stronghold had been completely destroyed, in that way they lost the possibility of monitoring the Western Region. Only if they went to the cities further away, like Fallen Dragon Ridge or Redwater City, would they be able to find any of the Church¡¯s priests. ¡°This is -¡± Roland did not even have the time to finish his introduction, before the square burst into thunderous cheers. ¡°Miss Nana, Miss Nana, the young lady has come!¡± ¡°Young Angel, thank you for curing my husband!¡± ¡°Little girl, when you have time come to my house and eat. I specifically raised two chickens, whether steamed egg soup or stewed chicken soup they are all possible!¡± ¡°Nana looked at me!¡± ¡°No, she looked at me!¡± Nana could not help to cover her mouth, and her eyes became moist. Roland believed that the other witches went through the same feelings as she did ¨C they had finally broken away from the evil identity the Church had forced upon them, and were now finally able to walk under the sun like any other person. Roland smiled brightly and patted her head, ¡°You don¡¯t need to be afraid, just speak some thankful words in response to everyone¡¯s enthusiasm. Don¡¯t forget that from now on you are the representative of the Witch Union.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± She sniffed and wiped her the tears flowing over her face, bowed to everyone then said, ¡°Th-thank¡­ thank you!¡± Chapter 242 Chapter 242 New Construction Area The award and honor ceremony lasted until noon, as he had to fill two positions at the same time, commentator, and host, Roland couldn¡¯t help but feel utterly exhausted by the end. Luckily the ceremony finally came to its perfect conclusion with the bell sounding at midday simultaneously with Echo¡¯s gun salute. But when he came back bathed in sweat back to the castle and stepped on the third floor, he was surprised to see Anna smilingly leaning against his office door. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know when you step inside,¡± she blinked with her pair of lake blue eyes. It¡¯s improbable that this would be a trap, Roland confusedly thought as he pushed open the door only to then freeze in surprise ¡ª at the sight of the twelve witches neatly standing in two rows in front of him, Wendy and Scroll were standing at the front. The moment they saw the Prince appear, they held the sides of their dresses, bent their knees in a curtsy and offered him a salute. ¡°Keke. What are you¡­¡± Scroll was the first to speak, ¡°Your Highness, with the action you have performed today, you have proven that everything you have told us was true. We sisters are all deeply grateful for this. No words can ever describe our gratitude, please allow us continue serving you.¡± ¡°So, it was like that,¡± Roland sighed in relief. ¡°I almost thought that all of you wanted to collectively say goodbye.¡± ¡°Pfft,¡± Wendy couldn¡¯t stop herself from laughing, ¡°How could that be Your Highness? This place is the Holy Mountain us witches have dreamed of. As long as you don¡¯t desire for us to leave, we hope that we can live here forever.¡± ¡°And that is exactly what I want to see¡­ In fact, there is no need for you to be so grateful, my helping you wasn¡¯t a selfless act, it was also in order to help myself. There is no need for you to be so formal, I prefer your relaxed and unrestrained appearances much more than this.¡± ¡°Humph! I already said that it wasn¡¯t necessary for us to be so formal,¡± Lily snorted. ¡°And as you can see, now he thinks we¡¯re being too serious.¡± ¡°How can you say that? You also readily agreed to come over,¡± Mystery Moon whispered, ¡°Traitor!¡± ¡°Alright everyone, let¡¯s go to the dinning hall, His Royal Highness still needs to change his clothes,¡± Scroll ordered while helplessly tapping her forehead, ¡°That¡¯s right, I have heard from Miss Anna that recently you have gone to bed late every evening. Please take care of yourself, you must not fall before that one goal is achieved.¡± ¡°Feel relieved,¡± Roland smiled. ¡°For I am in good health.¡± Afterward, the witches left one after another, only Anna stayed behind. ¡°Why did you stay behind, do you also want to express your gratitude to me?¡± Roland asked mischievously. ¡°Ah, I wish to say the same as them,¡± Anna raised the corner of her mouth, ¡± ¡®No words can ever describe my gratitude.¡¯ ¡± ¡°And also¡­ do you want to always live in Border Town?¡± ¡°No, not always. ¡± These unexpected words startled Roland, and his heart began to jumping fiercely, ¡°Why is that?¡± ¡°Because it is unlikely that you will stay in Border Town forever,¡± Anna said, tilting her head. ¡°¡­no matter where you go, I will always follow you.¡± His heart suddenly filled with warmth, from the first day since he had known her, she had never changed her promise. No matter if she received the invitation from the Witch Cooperation Association, or during the critical moment in the battle against the demonic beasts, she had always chosen to stand by his side. At this moment, Anna suddenly took two steps forward, then gently hugged him. ¡°Wait, I¡¯m covered in sweat,¡± Roland tried to warn her. But rather than giving him a reply the young woman placed her head on his chest and took a deep breath as if she wanted to imprint his scent into her memory. He finally gave up any thought of pushing her away, instead opened his arms and enclosed her in his embrace, not releasing her for a very long time. ¡­ After lunch, Roland rushed to the bathroom to take a cold shower and afterward threw himself back into work. He had called Karl van Bate over, spread a detailed map of Border Town out on the table, then pointed to a position along the Redwater River, ¡°I want you to construct a bridge here.¡± ¡°Not a pontoon bridge?¡± After pondering about it for a while, Karl opened his mouth and said, ¡°Your Highness, please excuse me for being outspoken, but at this place the Redwater River is already close to 100m wide, if you want to build there a stone bridge will be almost impossible to achieve. Even if we consider building an arch bridge, at most it would only cross one-third of the needed distance. Furthermore, the Redwater River¡¯s water flow rate is so enormous, that it is impossible to anchor a bridge-pier for a very long time, even if we used stakes the size of a person, it would still be washed away after a time¡­ With the exception of wooden rafts used as a pontoon bridge, it is impossible to build a bridge across the entire river.¡± ¡°This won¡¯t be a stone bridge. You will be building a steel bridge,¡± Roland answered, ¡°Altogether it will have three spans to cross the river. However, the middle of the bridged piers will be handled by the witches. You only need to get the position of the bridgeheads ready in advance. Construct a slope on both ends of the bridge, so that the whole bridge is raised to such an extent that a river boat can pass it without having its mast touching the bottom of the bridge.¡± ¡°Won¡¯t that be a bridge which reaches into the sky?¡± Karl asked surprised. ¡°It will be enough if those parts of the bridge are 6 to 7 meters above the ground,¡± Roland said as he quickly sketched the schematic drawing from the three-span iron bridge. ¡°In order to quickly open up the south bank, as well as construct the docks, there must be a bridge there which doesn¡¯t affect the passing ships on the river. Even though a pontoon bridge is very simple to build, it is the equivalence to blocking the river channel, making it unfavorable for future development.¡± The expedition of the First Army to King¡¯s City by river brought Roland a lot of information. Currently, within the borders of Graycastle, the river would open the roads in all directions, and the other major cities were also mainly built next to a big river. In the case that he carried out any further military operations within the kingdom¡¯s borders, he would then have to possess several heavy river gunboats. With them he would have a powerful weapon which had enough firepower to use when besieging cities or conquering territory. After all, the caliber used for the famous warship canon was far greater than what was used by the field artillery. And if he wanted to build more vessels, he would first need to build a dock, and due to this, the steel bridge plan had come into being. ¡°But I don¡¯t possess any similar experience for building bridges¡­¡± Karl seemed to somewhat hesitate. ¡°Me neither,¡± Roland merely shrugged, ¡°For the first time it is alright to go through the project slowly. It won¡¯t be a problem if you first erect a test bridge at the shore, and afterward, moves it over to the Redwater River.¡± With this Roland incidentally also introduced the other side to the concept of using prefabricated components which could later be transported to the construction site, ¡°Just like during the construction of the water towers, as Hummingbird reduced its weight, and your student Anna helped with assembling and welding the pieces together. If we will do it again like that, the project shouldn¡¯t be too difficult.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll obey¡­ your order. Your Royal Highness,¡± he nodded. ¡°Apart from this, there is also another tremendously important project I will give you,¡± the prince moved his finger to the castle area, ¡°I intend to expand the size of the backyard. I want it to contain all of the surrounding high grounds, and at the same time you should construct a three-story house here.¡± If everything went well, next month Tilly¡¯s five witches would arrive in Border Town, however, the castle no longer possessed any extra rooms. Although the rooms could temporarily be turned into three person rooms, the number of witches would only continue to increase with time, and it would be impossible for things to remain like this. Offering a superior living environment with all kinds of novelty and cozy experiences, was also a part of his strategy for convincing them to stay. No matter if they were people from ancient times, it would be hard for them to live in a frugal environment after becoming accustomed to luxury, or to use the sugarcoated-bullet method of modern people, ¡®a good and easy life will always make people addicted¡¯. ¡°A three-story¡­ brick house?¡± ¡°Not an entirely brick house,¡± Roland smiled, ¡°The correct name to call it with should be brick-concrete structure; the pillars, and beams of the house are all made out of reinforced concrete, similar to bones within a human body. A structure like this will allow us to build houses which are even higher, increasing it to a four or five story building wouldn¡¯t be a problem either.¡± ¡°Reinforced¡­ concrete?¡± Karl replied confused? ¡°It is a mixture consisting of cement, sand, and stone and reinforced with steel bars implanted into it,¡± Roland explained. ¡°Of course, the precise amount of each ingredient will need to be strictly tested, but in case the project is successful, it will even be stronger than natural limestone.¡± However, this was only theoretical, such a product would have a very broad range of quality, that was similar to concrete. The self-mixed cement bought in rural areas and the cement purchased at configured mixing stations were entirely different things. And the same was also true for the quality of steel reinforcing bars¡­ Some people living in the rural areas, when they built their houses themselves, they wouldn¡¯t even use pebbles or use thin bamboo or wire in place of steel reinforcing bars. When Roland had gone to the countryside, he had witnessed the whole building process of several of these ¡°county estates¡±. And now he also intended on doing it himself, after all, it would just be a three-story house, no matter how much they skimped on the job and stinted the materials, it would still be difficult for it to collapse. In addition, he hoped that the witch¡¯s residential building project would let Karl grasp the concept of it and let him change its form, to turn it into a perfect building material like engineered stone. As for its achievement within the construction industry, buildings made out of reinforced concrete occupied nearly half of the country. However, Roland wasn¡¯t proficient in architecture, everything he knew was only superficial knowledge he learned during his time in the countryside. He therefore thought that broadening the mason¡¯s horizons and leading him to path of developing it himself, was the right approach. ¡°Uh¡­ will you also let me slowly explore it by myself? Karl finally asked. ¡°No,¡± Roland smiled, ¡°This is something I can teach you.¡± Chapter 243 Chapter 243 Establishment of the Intelligence Organization After the moon appeared in the sky, the hot air gradually cooled down. From Theo¡¯s place in his garden, he could see the light that was coming through the windows of the distant pubs, brothels, and casinos. Within the curtain of the night, they looked the same as all the many stars in the night sky, showing a city¡¯s bustling. It was only possible to see such a scene in King¡¯s City inner city ¨C even though the demonic disease came to its end, nearly one-third of the population of the outer city had already died. However, all of that couldn¡¯t affect the mood of the noble¡¯s drinking parties. If he listened carefully, he could hear their subtle cries being carried over by the evening breeze. He had spent one hundred and fifty gold royals to buy this house with its garden and pond. Its location was on top of a hillside that was near the outer edge of the inner city, and even during the day, there weren¡¯t many people that were strolling through the neighborhood. Besides when Theo met with his informants to exchange the newest gathered intelligence, he usually didn¡¯t live here. He would instead choose to stay in an inn for the night, or go to the Covert Trumpeter and stayed there for a few days. ¡°My Lord, by now everyone should be present.¡± A man carrying an oil lamp came out of the house, it was Hill Fawkes, one of the members of the Skeleton Fingers. ¡°Take the candle, I will follow after you.¡± Theo nodded, and soon entered the house. In the dim candlelight, he saw Hill and five other men sitting around a round table, when they saw the personal guard appear they got all up and bowed in salute. Theo sized expressionlessly sized all of them up, hoping to catch even the smallest movement in their expressions, to see whether they were reliable or not. Unfortunately, Miss Nightingale had followed the fleet back to Border Town, if she were still here, he would have been able to make accurate judgements almost instantly. They were Hill¡¯s partners, the former members of the acrobatic troupe ¡°pigeon and cylinder¡±, who were full of hate against the New King and had sworn to exact vengeance. One week ago, prior to the attack on the pier, by lucky coincidence, one man had concealed himself as a member of Dreamland Water and had him informed him about the rats¡¯ plan to attack in advance. Nowadays where the incident of the demonic disease had gradual settled down, he decided to meet with his men in King¡¯s City face to face. If it was really like Hill had said, contrary to what one might expect they might indeed be pretty good seedlings to use as a spy. ¡°With the exception of Mr. Fawkes, all the others should give a simple introduction of themselves.¡± Theo began. Taking the lead, the man with the most muscular body said: ¡°My name is Rocky Hill, Sir.¡± He was nearly six feet tall and with his bulging muscles in his arms he appeared to be incredibly strong. ¡°Within the acrobatic troupe I played the role of the strong man. Currently, I¡¯m a member of the Bloody Sails.¡± ¡°I¡¯m a clown,¡± the little man sitting next to Rocky Hill said, while pointing to his nose. He seemed to be the youngest of their group, around 18 to 19 years old. ¡°Within the troupe it was only natural that I became the clown, however, contrary to the others I haven¡¯t sneaked into the ranks of the rats. Instead I go from one tavern to another, and show off some tricks.¡± ¡°Joe and Neal,¡± the following two men were a pair of brothers, regardless of whether it was their appearance or their style of clothing, there was no difference between them and the commoners living in the outer city. They had offered all of their possession to Priest Ferry and were now so called, ¡°devoted believers of the Church¡±. Theo couldn¡¯t stop but ask himself, can it be that these two men had both felt affection for Hill¡¯s wife at the same time? Forcing down his doubts, he turned to the last person. ¡°I¡¯m called a magician by them all, Sir,¡± the last one said, saluting once again, ¡°I originally pretended to be a frustrated person and entered Dreamland Water, but unfortunately most of them are already dead or fled by now, even ¡®Fierce Teeth¡¯ Tanis was killed by the Church¡¯s Army of Judges. Currently, everyone else is occupied with seeking a new organization.¡± ¡°He was killed by the Army of Judges?¡± Theo raised his brow. ¡°Weren¡¯t they secretly supported by the Church?¡± ¡°I only heard the news from others,¡± he spread out his hands, ¡°After their attack on the docks was repelled, Tanis and his men then suffered an ambush from the Skeleton Fingers during their retreat to the eastern district. In the end, he had only a few dozen people left by his side. On that same night, he left the nest once more and went to the Church in anger, but by the next day, only two to three of his cronies made it back. According to their explanation, Priest Ferry and he had began to quarrel, which was cut short after a Judge shot into his chest¡­ All in all, Dreamland Water is dead.¡± So, that¡¯s how it was, Theo thought. Presumably, because he had nearly lost nearly all accumulated strength he had gathered after great difficulty, Fierce Teeth felt that his position as the gang leader was in immediate danger. In his desire to save it, he tried to seek the assistance of the Church but was refused which then led to the dispute. But all these minor details are unimportant, the only important news for me is that only the name Dreamland remains, yet in reality they are already as good as gone. This is definitely good news, maybe I can take advantage of this opportunity to draw in some of the homeless rats and use them to expand my intelligence source. ¡°Surely you all have already heard my name from Hill,¡± Theo knocked on the table and waited until the sound fell. ¡°I am a personal guard of His Highness Roland Wimbledon, I am responsible for collecting intelligence from all parts of the kingdom. Since you all have willingly arrived here, from a certain attitude, it can be said that you have already made your intentions clear. However, to be certain that this dangerous mission will be successful, I still have to ask at least once, are you willing to work for His Royal Highness?¡± ¡°We are willing!¡± The five said in unison. ¡°As long as Timothy Wimbledon will receive his punishment, I¡¯m willing to do anything,¡± Hill stated, slowly pressing out each word. ¡°Excellent, then by next week at the same time, we will meet here again. In case there is any critical information, you can also report it to me in advance ¨C just put a pot of purple flowers at the entrance of my house.¡± Theo explained, ¡°After I noticed it, I will be waiting in this room for you to come in the night. However, remember to knock on the door and use our secret signal of three-longs and two-shorts, understood? Seeing them nod in unison, Theo said in satisfaction, ¡°A qualified spy will never lightly expose themselves, so the first thing you need to do is to conceal your identity. No matter if you¡¯re gathering information by yourself or are developing a network to collect suspicious information, you have to always bear this in mind. In case you need further money, you can come with the request to me¡­ Remember, in every action, one must never act blindly, without thinking it over first. It is improbable that Timothy will sit on the throne forever, this is a promise given by His Highness Roland Wimbledon himself.¡± He paused, ¡°With all this said, are there any questions left over?¡± ¡°Sir, today Timothy had returned from the Eastern Region back to King¡¯s City,¡± Hill said, ¡°You should must have already heard of this news.¡± This afternoon a procession of the new king¡¯s knights holding up his banner had entered the City through the East Gate, which was a scene witnessed by many citizens. But he wasn¡¯t sure if Theo had already heard about what happened afterward. ¡°But in the evening, I heard from Black Hammer, that Timothy intended to recruit some rats for his army, and in exchange for their pledge of loyalty they would receive the opportunity to become free people. Several leaders of the Skeleton Fingers already went to the royal palace, so it doesn¡¯t sound like a fabrication.¡± Drafting the rats? On the surface, Theo was able to keep a calm expression, but his heart suddenly sank. It was evident that those rats would never be able to serve as regular soldiers, so the most likely possibility was that they would be made to consume strengthening pills and would afterward be sent to start surprise attacks, the same as last time when they attacked Longsong Stronghold. The only question though, was who their target was going to be this time. ¡°That¡¯s actually an interesting piece of news,¡± he said. ¡°Remember to always pay attention to those rats whereabouts, in case you hear any other news, immediately come to me to report it.¡± Hopefully, Timothy isn¡¯t thinking of dashing against the Western Territory, Theo thought. Chapter 244 Chapter 244 Identity Registration Outside of the western city walls, under the guidance of the First Army, the refugees were undergoing an unprecedented identification inspection. By now, Barov had naturally come to understand that the resource which His Highness regarded as the most important was people. In order to bring all of these people back to Border Town, His Highness had spent a lot of gold royals and had even sent the First Army on an expedition to King¡¯s City. When Barov had seen the final bill from Margaret¡¯s chamber of commerce, he had almost climbed up the wall. Adding up the caravan¡¯s charter fees, the transportation fees, and the fees for the food supply after half a month, the Prince had spent more than two thousand gold royals, which was equivalent to the price of four steam engines. If they hadn¡¯t received the deposit for the transformation of two ships by last month, Barov was afraid that the financial report statistics this time would have shown a deficit. After the evacuation of the people, the task of creating this cumbersome and huge statistics had all been placed on his shoulders. Almost all of the City Hall officials and apprentices had been dispatched to set up the wooden sheds and the related lines for the crowd, so that they could start with writing the classification statistics. Seeing the more than a dozen lines of fugitives all slowly going through the inspection, it was as if Barov was seeing a group of moving coins. Compared to the lines for the ordinary civilians¡¯ registration, the line for the professionals that he himself was personally responsible for was far more deserted. Until now, there had only been fifty to sixty people come in. ¡°I am¡­ a carpenter,¡± a middle-aged man said after slowly walking over, ¡°I heard that any craftsman can get their own place to live?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Seney Darley then further asked. ¡°What¡¯s your name? Are you able to read?¡± The former knight of the Wolf Family had come over from the Ministry of Agriculture. But he had managed not to make any mistake, which left Barov very satisfied that he chose him for this task. Although this had to do with demographic statistics, the City Hall unfortunately only had a small number of people who had learned how to read and write, so without any better option, they had no other choice but to pull all of the literate people from the other departments together here. ¡°Uh¡­ to answer Sir, my name is Maser.¡± The other party paused, ¡°I must admit, I have never learned how to read. ¡°You can¡¯t read or write?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the middle-aged men nodded. ¡°Well, as a carpenter then¡­¡± Sirius turned his attention to the pile of questions on the table, looking for the one marked with carpenter, ¡°Ah, found it. Let me ask you a few questions. The preliminary trial method was an idea His Highness came up with, he had gathered craftsman from all kinds of industries, inquired them about specialized knowledge together with some problems and their corresponding method to deal with them. He then recorded all of their answers and formulated a set of questions. As a result, as long as they compared the given answers with the answers on the form during the audit, they would immediately know if the other party was lying or not. It was the first time that he had ever seen such a method used to detect lies. Barov couldn¡¯t help but want to applaud the devil¡¯s mind, if the other side wasn¡¯t engaged in the industry, most civilians would never be able to understand these concepts. In case someone wanted to feign his occupation, as long as they asked two to three questions, the liar would be choked speechless. ¡°What kind of tool is used to flatten a wooden surface?¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­ a carpenter¡¯s plane, Sir.¡± ¡°What are the commonly used saws?¡± ¡°Frame saws and two-man saws, occasionally hand saws when cutting small items.¡± Several questions later, Maser could almost answer all of them, and with every further right answer, his voice became more smooth and easy. ¡°Ah, it seems you are indeed a carpenter,¡± but the moment Sirius wanted to write down his identity into the register, Barov interrupted him. ¡°Sir?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be so quick with your judgment, first you have to examine his hands,¡± then he said to Maser, ¡°Stretch out your hands.¡± The moment Maser heard this command he felt startled, but he then spread out his hands with a look full of confusion on his face ¨C the skin on his palms was very rough, fissured and had many traces of earth particles, furthermore below every finger were thick calluses, all in all, they looked very weather-beaten. ¡°If he was a carpenter, then his palms should not be so rough, especially those two pads beneath the palm, due to constantly rubbing over the wood, they should be smooth and hard. Furthermore, carpenters often need to use black paint to draw contour lines, therefore their palms will often be stained with a black ink that is hard to wash off, turning their palms black instead of yellow.¡± Barov calmly explained. ¡°Another point, before he gave you an answer he would always break eye contact ¨C many people who were trying to recall something that they didn¡¯t usually do in the past, would show a similar kind of expression to this. However, if was a real carpenter, he would have given his answers in a very natural manner.¡± ¡°Understood¡­ then,¡± Sirius¡¯ eyes became large. Barov looked at the astonished Maser, then said with a heavy voice, ¡°You should have heard the warnings of the First Army when they called you over, any act of impersonation, deception or refusal of register will be severely punished. Either by being sentenced to work in the mines, or being expelled from the Western Territory, so if you understand this, do you still think you are a carpenter?¡± ¡°No, Sir, I was wrong!¡± Maser said, falling to his knees. ¡°My neighbor was a carpenter, I would just often watch him work!¡± ¡°Then go over there and line up.¡± Seeing the other flee, Sirius asked full of wonder, ¡°Sir, how do you know all these things?¡± ¡°During the Months of Demons, I have done a census for His Highness. I had to deal with every carpenter in the town, and at that time I conveniently recorded such information,¡± Barov answered while pretending to be unconcerned. But when he saw the admiration and shock in the knight¡¯s face, a feeling of pride arose within his heart. Although the devil¡¯s methods appeared to be clever, in the end, some people will eventually deceive it, and only people like himself, have the talent needed to make up for His Highness deficiency. But under the influence of His Highness, their recent approach to deal with such problems was no longer the same as it was in the past¡­ Barov couldn¡¯t help but secretly sigh. For example, commoners of the previous kind, in the past it had been important to punish them with in a thunderous manner, in order intimidate those who would otherwise begin to stir. But nowadays he had to let all of them go, this was most likely because the Prince wanted to save gold royals ¨C after all, every fugitive here was worth a lot of money. In case they didn¡¯t live and work in Border Town for several years, they would simply not have been worth the expenses of transporting them over such a long distance by ship. When the next fugitive passed the specialized inquiry, instead of immediately writing him into the register, Sirius first looked to Barov for his approval. Who in return seized the man up, and then nodded, ¡°Write his details into the register, I will take him to see His Highness.¡± After going through a passage in the city wall, they came to a stop in front of a shed set up for His Highness, which was also the last checkpoint. Here, they would receive His Highness¡¯s personal inquiry. If it is confirmed that there is no problems, they would be given a ¡°Resident Identity Card (ID)¡±, and from then would become a formal resident of Border Town. With the current lack of houses in the inner town, they had no other choice than to give priority and provide the first living places to the artisans. While the fugitives with no particular skill, had no other option than to wait outside of the wall for two to three months. Barov also possessed a ID card ¨C it was a sheet of hard paper painted with color. It was almost palm sized and on the left upper corner was a painting of his head, which looked the same as a real person. While his name, address and number was written in the middle. The back of the card in turn was covered with the Graycastle¡¯s crest and His Highness personal seal. No matter if it was the paper itself or the film it was wrapped into, they were both very strange. Whether it was by soaking it in water or trying to burn it in a fire, nothing could damage the ID card. There was no doubt that this thing was certainly made by the witch named Soraya. It seemed that His Highness intended to spread the ID card to the whole town, so that in the future whether it was to buy food or pay, they would have to show their certificate. Since His Royal Highness had awarded the medal to the young lady of the Pine Family during the Award and Honor Ceremony, it had become evident that the Prince no longer intended to hide the existence of the witch. Which in turn meant Barov had finally to come to a conclusion of who was right and who was wrong, the Devil or the Church¡­ unexpectedly discovering that there was a faint hope within his heart that His Highness can defeat the Church and ultimately unify the Kingdom of Graycastle. There was no doubt, the higher position His Highness could achieve, the greater the reward he could reap would become. Of course, there was still a long way to go before they reached that moment, so it could still be put aside and considered later on. By now the population of Border Town had surpassed Longsong Stronghold¡¯s, furthermore, His Royal Highness had also revealed his next year¡¯s construction plan ¨C once the town was connected with the stronghold, more than half of the Western Territory would be turned into one city, with a size that was undoubtedly larger than King¡¯s City, becoming the most magnificent city of Graycastle. And at that time, as the City Hall Premier Minister, what kind of promotion would he receive? Barov¡¯s heart was full of expectation for the future. Chapter 245 Chapter 245 Means of transportation Roland sat on his office chair, carefully looking over Barov¡¯s report statistics. It took the city hall three full days to sort out all 6000 refugees, coming out with the low number of 186 artisans who had managed to pass the audit in the end. Of course, this small number was also related to the effort they had put into the verification, after all, this involved the distribution of houses as well as IDs. It was Roland¡¯s vision that from now on, only people in possession of such an ID would be considered official citizens of Border Town. Thus he needed to install proper safety measures, while the numbers were still small, which would also help him to better control the his core supporters inside the town. Using this, when the population started growing further, he could use the strength of his people to help assimilate the newcomers among them. After all, humans were social animals, as long as the environment continued with this way of living, more and more people would eventually come to approve of his ideas. Furthermore, he would indeed lead his people into a better life. ¡°The final room arrangement for the artisans will be done by you, no matter if they are unmarried or have a family to feed, they will at least have their own apartment assigned to them,¡± Roland commanded. ¡°Yes,¡± Barov agreed, ¡°May I ask Your Royal Highness, are these houses to be given as a present? ¡°They will be rented,¡± he shook his head, ¡°The reason why the native citizens received houses as a gift was because most of them had already owned a house before this, it can be considered as exchanging their former house for a new home. But if we now also gift a house to the new inhabitants, they won¡¯t be motivated to leave their houses and throw themselves into their work. Of course, we can still calculate a relatively cheap rent for them, and we can also tell them that as long as they work hard and save enough gold royals they could always buy their own house in the future.¡± ¡°I understand.¡± For a moment Roland was silent, but then he suddenly asked: ¡°After the Award and Honor Ceremony, how many people have fled the town?¡± ¡°Up to today, there have been none among the ranks of native civilians, and there were seven within the ranks of the serfs,¡± Barov paused. ¡°However, there were more within the refugees from the Eastern Region, of them a total of one hundred and fifteen has already chosen to leave.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland softly sighed, the moment he had decided to push the witches to the front of the stage, he knew that something like this would happen. Therefore, in order to assess the public response and to avoid any accidents from happening, Roland had especially stationed a firearm teams several miles away from the town. There they could temporarily stop these people from running away and at the same time could also count the number of fleeing people, this way they could hold a survey on the general level of the acceptance of witches. Even though the result wasn¡¯t perfect, it was excellent that at least the Border Town¡¯s natives had ultimately come to accept the existence of the witches, something which was along his prediction. The number of serfs who have fled was less than that he had expected, showing that the effect of the theater performance was quite good. Yet within the ranks of refugees from the Eastern Regions who had openly accepted the treatment from the witches and were moreover also in a desperate situation ¨C with their houses destroyed and no homeland for them to return to ¨C had more than a hundred people who had chosen to leave, which came as a bit of a surprise to Roland. ¡°Your Royal Highness, I suggest that we sentence all of these people who have tried to flee to death,¡± Barov said calmly, ¡°Since they still decided to leave, even considering their situation, they must be people who have been deeply affected by the Church. So, for the foreseeable future, they will never choose to side with Your Highness. In all likelihood they will become firm believers of the Church, for people like them, there is no need to show any kindness.¡± ¡°This is not necessarily the case¡­ the truly devoted believers of the Church should be those three hundred people who decided to not leave King¡¯s City and instead face the demonic disease.¡± The Prince closed his eyes, ¡°Perhaps these people are just unable to change their minds, still thinking that the witches are evil and this made them want to flee.¡± ¡°Even if that¡¯s the case, they are still your potential enemies,¡± Barov insisted. In fact, if he met that group of people on the battlefield, Roland would defeat them without any hesitation, but that didn¡¯t mean that he was following this era¡¯s backward way of thinking, wantonly swinging the butcher¡¯s knife to kill a group of civilians. Something like that would be against his ethical belief. So after a short hesitation, he finally rejected the suggestion, ¡°I will let Nightingale go and interrogate the runaways, in case there is a hidden spy or scout in their ranks, they will be seized and hanged, all the others will be expelled from the Western Territory.¡± Hearing his words, Barov gave him a meaningful glance and then lowered his head, only then did he slowly agree, ¡°As you bid, Your Royal Highness. ¡° ¡°Do you have anything else to report?¡± ¡°For the time being, no, Your Highness,¡± he coughed twice. ¡°I¡¯ll now go and deal immediately with the allocation of the houses.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t urgent, you can take your time with that issue,¡± Roland opened his eyes then stood up, ¡°First come with me to take a few pictures and we can relax the mood.¡± ¡°Taking¡­ pictures?¡± Barov asked shocked. ¡°You¡¯ll recognise it immediately,¡± the Prince answered with a smile. Entering the castle¡¯s front yard, they saw that Carter, Iron Axe, and Soraya who he had previously called had already arrived. Placed in the corner of the garden were several pieces of four to five meter long planks, while an item on the ground that was covered with canvas. ¡°For now, Border Town is still considered small, but when the land in the south is developed, and the road between Longsong Stronghold and Border Town is finished, it¡¯s scale will be dozens of times larger than it is now. By that point, you will have to spend one or two days on the road if you want to walk from the eastern side to the western one. Therefore, we need something that allows us to travel faster from one place to another. However, breeding horses is not only very expensive, but it is also impossible for every citizen to invest a lot of time for learning how to ride them.¡± Roland said as he opened the canvas, ¡°Because of this, I plan to promote this new type of transportation method in Border Town, it is easy to use, and its price is also much lower than a horse.¡± ¡°What is this¡­?¡± Carter was instantly attracted to the novelty, ¡°It has two wheels and an iron shelf, is it a cart?¡± ¡°The two wheels are placed in front of each other, instead of side by side, it will be tough to maintain balance,¡± Barov shook his head. ¡°I do not see how it will be able to replace horses.¡± Only Iron Axe kept silent, calmly waiting for the Prince to explain further. Roland smiled, ¡°This thing is called a bike, I will demonstrate how you should use it.¡± He placed both feet on top of the pedals, assumed a standard starting posture, one foot on a pedal, then he began to ride the bike along the path of the flower garden. With Anna¡¯s welding technique and Soraya¡¯s coating skill, producing a bike manually wasn¡¯t challenging at all. Its principle and structure didn¡¯t hold any difficulty, for example, the rubber required for the inner tubes had been replaced by coating, which was directly drawn over a paper roll. With regards to this, Roland even customized a simple and easy to use bicycle pump. While the outside and the breaks of it were made with a hardened leather coating. The frame was made out of hollowed pipes, and for the brake wire, they had used a copper wire and an anti-corrosion coating. The only issue was with the chain, for it, he needed to completely rely on Anna, cutting and shaping one chain link after another and afterward connecting them all to a string. As for the kind of pedal, which were directly installed on top of the wheel as had been used for the first bicycles, he didn¡¯t even consider them. Coming to the end of the lap, Roland pressed the brakes, easily jumped off the bike and turned around only to be faced with a row of stunned men, which caused his heart to fill with pride. This was the reaction a change to a superior mount deserved. Compared with horses, that needed to be tamed and fed, bicycles seemed to be more frugal. ¡°I¡¯m going to open a new bicycle factory in the industrial district, for the production of this transportation tool. But for this we not only need to recruit workers, but we also have to make them known the publicity, promoting them to the whole territory as soon as possible,¡± Roland briefly explained. ¡°This is also the purpose why I called you over today. You will first learn how to ride this bike, and then let Miss Soraya paint a picture of you riding them on top of the planks. I want all my subjects to know that as long as they spent one or two gold royals, they can have the same mounts as the Lord, First Army Commander, Chief Knight, and City Hall Premier Minister all have.¡± Chapter 246 Chapter 246 New gunpowder program What was the symbol of the industrial age, Roland first thought was of a speeding train continuously running down a railroad track, emitting rolling clouds of steam. The cast-iron cylinder covered with oil, the thick and robust crankshaft together with those huge iron wheels, its rumble and vibration full of vibrant rhythm, as well as the sound of the steam-whistle piercing through the vast sky was what was associated with the machinery of the first steam trains. Compared with the mechanical designs of the later generations, which hid its structure under an outer shell, used high-precision machining to reduce the tremoring and a mechanical system which emphasized sound insulation and sound absorption the first engines undoubtedly showed more directly the power and beauty of industrialization. He also wished to cover the territory with railroad tracks so that trains towing railway carriages with goods and people could go to and from all part of the Western Territory. Yet even though this was a good dream, it was still just a dream. Actually, it was not unthinkable to manufacture a steam train, only that the large amount of steel needed for the tracks would be far above the production capacity of the North Slope Mine Kiln¡¯s group. Therefore, he could only settle for second best, which left the human-powered bicycles as Roland¡¯s best option. The flatter the roads within his territory were built, the greater the benefits of cycling would be. Furthermore, compared with the relatively complex structure of the steam trains, a bike almost didn¡¯t require any maintenance at all, besides occasionally putting some oil on the chain. If Roland wanted to start mass production of bicycles, he naturally couldn¡¯t let Anna produce all of them by herself, so he had to first open a factory and train a group of workers that would specialize in the production and assembly of bicycles. Considering that the earliest date for the completion of the Kingdom Avenue would be in next spring, it wasn¡¯t necessary that the factory would immediately be able to produce large batches. Due to this, it was possible that the workers could slowly become familiar with the needed production lines made by Anna and would only needed to produce a dozen bicycles for the first month. One of the most technical demanding parts was the chain, every chain link had to be made with a stamping press and would afterward be connected with a pin by hand. However, to manufacture the parts made out of rubber, like the tires and brakes, Roland would still need to rely on Soraya¡¯s ability. But as long as all the other parts were ready, Soraya could always draw her magic pen and quickly draw a lot of them. The same was true for the bearings. Since he couldn¡¯t produce reliable ball bearings, he could only take a cut off part of an iron part and use it as a sliding bearing. For that, the inner ring became coated with a smooth mirror coating, which produced an effect which wasn¡¯t much worse than the former method. When the first bikes would be sold, only the nobility would be able to afford such an expensive vehicle, but in order to spread this to the masses and create a hype, Roland also intended to implement an payment by installment system to minimize the burden caused by purchasing as much as possible. Of course, only people that were in possession of an ID could go to the City Hall and apply for such a payment. The three had trained for a whole afternoon, Carter Lannis, worthy of the title of the Chief Knight, was the first to master the skill of cycling; followed by Iron Axe, who was the second to successfully cycle around the garden. Only Barov, who after trying it more than a dozen times was still unable to succeed; and was only able to advance in a crooked line, almost falling to the ground. In the end, Roland had Soraya draw a static scene of him standing beside the bicycle and holding the handlebar. ¡°Are they all right?¡± the witch asked after completing the fourth propaganda poster. ¡°Almost, you only have to add a few advertising words.¡± After thinking for a moment, Roland added, ¡°Above you should write: a new era of mounts, I own one and you can also own one. While beneath you should write: Bicycle factory is recruiting workers. Generous payment, as well as the opportunity to receive a free bicycle which will belong to you. Those who have completed the primary education, can apply at the City Hall.¡± ¡­ After dealing with the bicycle advertisement, the Prince returned to his office to take advantage of the time that was left until dinner and let his guards call Kyle over. Now, after having finally made a breakthrough for the development of mercuric acid, developing a new generation of weapons was to be put onto the agenda. In the age of firearms, those who had the bigger caliber would become the justice, those with a faster rate of fire would achieve freedom, power brought honor, turrets brought equality¡­ However, an awkward problem was, according to the current kind of development they had, by relying on only the laboratory the production of the two acids would not be able to keep up with the consumption. For example, if he wanted to increase the rate of fire, he would need to reduce the remnants of black powder, and change to using pyroxylin the smokeless propellant, or some kind of mixture of pyroxylin and nitroglycerine. The same was true for high-powered explosives, it didn¡¯t matter if he couldn¡¯t produce trinitrotoluene (TNT), he could use nitrostarch instead, which except for its poor stability, would be much more powerful than TNT was. No matter what kind of the previously mentioned methods he used, he would need a lot of high concentrations of fuming nitric acid, yet nitric acid purification required amounts of concentrated sulfuric acid the laboratory just couldn¡¯t meet. In other words, there was no way to produce the two acids at industrial levels. Even if he developed even more efficient weapons, he would once more fall into the plight of having no bullets to use them with. After the Head Alchemist entered the office, Roland began, ¡°I have a new assignment to hand you. ¡°Don¡¯t hesitate to tell me,¡± Sichi answered while shrugging. ¡°As long as I don¡¯t have to attend another honor and award ceremony.¡± ¡°I need much more acid, but at the moment the chemical laboratory alone is unable to meet my needs, thus your new task will be to design a chemical production system that can produce both acids efficiently and easily.¡± ¡°Chemical production¡­ system?¡± Hearing the unknown words, Sichi looked a little puzzled. ¡°Yes, you have to create a apparatus which can mix several liquids and let them react, so that as long as you put in the raw materials, it is possible for it to produce a steady flow of the finished product.¡± Roland briefly explained the nature of industrial production, ¡°I don¡¯t know much about it, so you will have to rely on yourself to slowly work it out.¡± That being said, the Prince knew that this was a very difficult task, and it was quite possible that even after years of study, it wouldn¡¯t necessarily produce results. After all, the other could only rely on, the basic reaction principles and chemical equations of ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡±. ¡°I understand,¡± Sichi nodded. ¡°Those ideas you come up with always let me feel refreshed.¡± ¡°No matter if you can do it or not, I¡¯m in desperate need of the two acids.¡± Roland paused, ¡°Thus for the next month I plan to extend the laboratory at the Redwater River by three more rooms and also to recruit some qualified candidates for the position of a laboratory technician from the citizen. In case you don¡¯t have the time to personally teach them, just choose some of your apprentices to administer them. After all, the industrial acid production system will be a very long research project.¡± Presumably because of the temptation of ¡°Intermediate Chemistry,¡± Sichi readily responded, ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± After Kyle Sichi had left, Roland sighed softly. In case there wasn¡¯t any hope for the industrial acid production system, he could only have Lucia learn the purification of acid. And when all was said and done and the next war was coming, he would need to come up with some even more powerful weapons to gain victory for Border Town. Roland opened the drawer, intending to eat some dried fish to dispel the boredom, only to discover that the snacks stored within the drawer were all gone now. After gawking in disbelief, he looked up only to see that a dried fish had been handed to his mouth. ¡°Were you looking for this?¡± The blond woman standing opposite asked with a smile. Biting into the dried fish, Roland couldn¡¯t help but start to smile, ¡°I thought you¡¯d be staying in the fog for the rest of your lifetime.¡± ¡°That kind of life would also be nice, at least you couldn¡¯t see me, but I could still see you.¡± Nightingale curled her lips. Unknowingly to him, his originally dull mood had already been lifted by a lot. Now where he could once more see the other¡¯s familiar appearance, he couldn¡¯t help but breath out in relief, ¡°Previous you had said that you didn¡¯t know what kind of expression you should show¡­¡± ¡°Yeah?¡± ¡°In fact, I think this one is quite good.¡± Chapter 247 Chapter 247 Graduation Ceremony ¡°Look, it¡¯s Lady Scroll,¡± Piper used his elbow to secretly poke Jilly, ¡°I heard that she is the Head of the Ministry of Education.¡± ¡°Ministry of Education¡­ The Minister?¡± The latter wondered, ¡°What is that?¡± ¡°That¡¯s the person who manages the teachers. Teachers like your most liked Teacher Ferlin and your most hated loudmouth teacher, Teacher Harben.¡± Piper explained, ¡°No matter if it is Ferlin or Harben, all of them are supervised by Lady Scroll.¡± ¡°Where did you hear that?¡± Jilly blinked amazed, ¡°Does it come from that important person you had mentioned?¡± ¡°Hrumph, of course,¡± he smiled proudly, ¡°And that isn¡¯t even everything, I know more. Today, it won¡¯t be only the City Hall¡¯s officials who will come to the Graduation, even the Lord, His Royal Highness himself is going to come to the college!¡± ¡°Really?¡± The little girl¡¯s eyes light up, ¡°His Royal Highness is coming to talk to us?¡± ¡°Er¡­ this, I don¡¯t know,¡± Piper touched the back of his head, ¡°Probably.¡± After all, he had heard all of this from his big brother, Van¡¯er, who could now be considered as an important person. Originally, he had only been a common gravel worker in the neighborhood, but after joining the militia, he had immediately become a platoon leader, and started leading several soldiers. Nowadays, he was even the artillery officer of the First Army, with a monthly salary of 25 silver royals and the possibility to shake the Prince¡¯s hand and talk to him! Even though he spent the majority of his time in the barracks, but whenever he came back to visit, he would always bring back interesting new stories and information. And like always, Piper had once more come to his door to pester him for it, asking from the east to the west of everything. As big brother Van¡¯er¡¯s former neighbor and admirer, Piper had often heard news in advance of time from Van¡¯er¡¯s mouth. For example, Van¡¯er had already told him the news that His Highness himself would personally attend the graduation ceremony one week ago. Because of this the First Army had received a protection and alert order and had also held an exercise near the college. And really, after waiting for a short moment, a team of soldiers, that were brimming with energy, wearing military uniforms all came over, escorting His Highness and the Chief Knight in between them. As they saw them arrive, the crowd immediately began stirring. After the soldiers surrounded the entrance of the college, Roland walked into the hall and waved to the rows of students, ¡°My people, how are you? I am the Lord of Border Town, the man in charge of the Western Territory, Roland Wimbledon. Congratulation on being Border Town¡¯s first batch of graduates to complete the whole content of primary education.¡± The crowd had suddenly turned silent, not because of indifference, but simply because most people were so excited that they didn¡¯t know how to respond. Jilly continuously grabbed Piper¡¯s arm and exclaimed, ¡°His Highness is talking to us!¡± Piper felt an equally inspired, this way, he and big brother Van¡¯er both had close contact with His Highness. ¡°The reason why you were able to rapidly go through the assessment and reached graduation is because most of you were former students of Karl van Bate, from the beginning you had a lead when compared to the other students. Therefore, you shouldn¡¯t become arrogant and complacent, there is still a lot of knowledge in the world only waiting for you to be explored.¡± After a short moment, Roland continued, ¡°Of course, this day is still worth celebrating, and from today on you will have embarked on a path that is very different from others. No matter what kind of work you involve yourself in, you will always be able to receive rich rewards. Today, I am here to express my congratulations to you!¡± ¡°His Highness¡­ long live!¡± Piper didn¡¯t know who had shouted first, but afterward, everyone began to shout, ¡°Long live His Highness! I am willing to serve His Highness!¡± After waiting for the cheers to abate, Roland said cheerfully: ¡°Next, I will release the diploma to you, as honorary proof for the completion of studies.¡± He opened a booklet, ¡°Piper.¡± Piper only felt how his whole body began to tremble, he looked towards the Prince, opened his mouth, but he didn¡¯t know what the proper words were to say. Seeing him freeze Teacher Ferlin Eltek turned towards him and waved, ¡°Do not be afraid, come to His Highness.¡± Rigidly moving his limbs Piper slowly walked out of the ranks, his heart already jumping so loud that he could hear it himself. He then suddenly remembered Van¡¯er frequently mentioning a military salute that was simpler than the knight ritual of the nobility but still could express one¡¯s loyalty and devotion, and had been made by His Highness himself. Although he wasn¡¯t clear about the specific posture, but he still mustered all his courage and according to his memory placed his hand flat in front of his forehead. Seeing his movement the Prince began to laugh, nodded and handed the booklet to Piper. ¡°In the future, if you want to show it once more, move the hand a little, so that it is in line with your ear, this way it will be more to the standard¡­ Congratulation on your graduation.¡± ¡°T-thank you,¡± Piper took the booklet and circled stiff as a log bag to the ranks. Only when His Highness began to give out the diploma to the other people was he finally able to recover. ¡°Show me what¡¯s written on it.¡± Jilly curiously turned her head. ¡°You will get your own ah, why are you so anxious,¡± Piper muttered in a low voice and opened the booklet cover with trembling hands, only to see a parchment with fine stitches on it. In the upper left corner was a painting of his head, in the middle was the royal emblem with the tower and pike, but there were also a few written lines of text on it. If it was but six months ago, he could only have gone to Teacher Karl and asked him for the meaning of the characters. However, today Piper had already accomplished the basics of reading and writing, so he quietly read it in his mind. College of Border Town, first course of study graduate: Piper Dean: Scroll Issuer: Lord of Border Town, Roland Wimbledon ¡­ After Roland had handed out all diplomas he clapped his hands and once more attracted the attention of the crowd. ¡°From now on, you can undertake some qualified works ordinary people can¡¯t, and all of these jobs offer you a generous pay, with at least ten silver royals a month. In the following, Miss Scroll will inform you about the details of the work you can get from City Hall.¡± He raised his hand to stop everyone¡¯s discussion, ¡°You do not have to make a choice immediately, you can go back home and discuss it with your families. After making your decision take your ID and graduation certificate and come to the City Hall for your application.¡± Taking advantage of the time during which Lady Scroll introduced the several tasks, Jilly stepped close to Piper and asked, ¡°Do you already have any idea what you want to do? I want to go to the bike factory, its payment is higher than that of my father and I will also get the chance to get a new bike free of charge!¡± ¡°It is indeed great,¡± Piper replied casually. Recently on the town square, four wide pieces of wood had been erected, on whose tops were paintings of the portraits of His Highness and several ministers, everyone holding or sitting on a strange iron mounts which had become the hot topic of many enthusiastic conversations. And with a salary of 15 silver royals a month, in case it wasn¡¯t necessary to have completed the general education, Piper was afraid that the factory would already have been crowded to the point of bursting. But he had thought that there was another better place to go to. Since his visit of the Honor and Award Ceremony, Piper couldn¡¯t suppress the image of himself standing in the same spot as his former classmate Nana. One day, receiving the glory, to get a reward out of His Highness hand, on top of a stage on the town¡¯s square in front of thousands of people. According to His Royal Highness, he must become an outstanding contributor to the town in order to be honored. In case he took a job to work in the bike factory, he feared that he would never get this opportunity even during his entire lifetime. But neither could he be like Iron Axe and lead the charge during in a war, nor did he have any similarly incredible ability as a witch did, so the only example he could follow was that of Head Alchemist Sichi. Previously he had heard more than once, if he could grab the principal of refining an alchemical product, he would immediately bring immense wealth and prestige to the territory, and would also have achieved something that was worthy of the title of a sage. For that he needed to be neither brave nor have any powerful background, the only thing he needed was a bit of luck¡­ making it to the most suitable way for him. Thinking until here, Piper had made up his mind. ¡°I want to go and sign up for a job in the chemical laboratory,¡± he said, putting emphasis on every single word. Chapter 248 Chapter 248 Sudden change Even during the hot summer, the ice at the top of Hermes¡¯ plateau never melted. Standing on the top of the heaven tower and looking at the far distance, Mayne merely saw a mixture of two colors of the green grass and the white snow from the wilderness behind the walls, resembling a scar left behind by war during the Months of Demons. Within this climate it was impossible to grow any sort of crops, so all the food they consumed in the New Holy City came from Old Holy City that was at the foot of the plateau and brought up by some animal drawn carts. After staying in the city for more than a decade, Mayne had already become accustomed to the omnipresent cold of Hermes. ¡°This time it will only be the two of us?¡± Tayfun pushed the door open and stepped in, ¡°Furthermore, shouldn¡¯t we hold the meeting in the secret room?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that you are fond of being shut into that narrow place?¡± ¡°No¡­ of course not,¡± the old Bishop touched his white beard. ¡°If it wasn¡¯t for Heather being in charge of all the rules and proclaiming the commandments over and over, I would be only too eager to exchange information at this spot each time. Even if she became lost in the gossip of the city talk again, I would at least be able to enjoy the scenery of the Holy City below. And¡­¡± He smiled and said, ¡°I never expected someone like her who is always punctually, to not return on time.¡± ¡°Perhaps she had met with some difficulty,¡± Mayne said, going back to the table to take a place. ¡°Or perhaps she is already on her way back.¡± ¡°Maybe¡­¡± Tayfun curled his lips, ¡°You really should not help her look for an excuse, everyone should be able to send word even during their travels, these are words she had often said herself. Even if you are in trouble, you should always report to us first. Furthermore, she isn¡¯t alone in the capital of the Kingdom of Endless Winter, so sending a messenger wouldn¡¯t take any more effort than raising a finger would¡¯ve.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s leave that matter for later,¡± Mayne said, then pushed three letters over to Tayfun. ¡°We seem to have a problem.¡± ¡°There¡¯s trouble?¡± The latter became startled, but then sat down across of the round table, spreading out the letters, ¡°Are this all bad news?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± he took a deep breath, ¡°It¡¯s so bad, that it can¡¯t get any worse.¡± Tayfun lost his smile and began to carefully read the first letter, ¡°¡­ the spread of the demonic plague has been stopped and the whereabouts of Faceless is unknown? Wait a moment, what is the demonic plague?¡± ¡°It is the result of the Pivotal Secret Area¡¯s latest research, you do not need to know all of the details, you must only know that it can be regarded as a rapidly infectious disease,¡± Mayne simplified. In fact, according to what Grandmaster Crow Eye had said, it was a kind of micro-demonic beast, that after special cultivation would mutate to directly attack the human body, and the Holy Elixir able to restrain the disease were also demonic beasts, merely with an even more smaller body. ¡°The cause of the disease cannot be directly observed with the eyes, and thus cannot be healed through conventional methods, and there should only be one kind of person that can stop the demonic plague.¡± ¡°Is that a witch?¡± Tayfun quickly thought of the answer. ¡°Moreover, it should be more than one.¡± After reading the letter, the old Bishop hit with his fist on the table, ¡°This idiot, what was he thinking? Not even mention that he wanted to let the rats encircle and annihilate the mercenaries, he had even sent out Faceless? In the end, isn¡¯t he even aware of the fact how important a pure witch is for us?¡± ¡°His plan wasn¡¯t wrong,¡± Mayen frowned, ¡°If the numbers in the letter aren¡¯t a lie, then a thousand rats should have been enough to annihilate those one hundred mercenaries. However, the other side seems to have powerful long-range crossbows, which can be continuously fired. Regarding this matter, I remember that Priest Taylor who was stationed in Longsong Stronghold had also mentioned that those weapons were the reason why Duke Ryan had lost his battle against a group of miners, the other side¡¯s crossbow were simply too powerful. A shield could significantly reduce the power of a crossbow bolt, but rats don¡¯t have any such equipment.¡± ¡°Granted that it was right to send out those dregs, he should still have never easily sent out Faceless!¡± Tayfun answered enraged, ¡°I¡¯m afraid that after Heather comes back she will fly into a terrible rage, being able to grow a pure witch, furthermore, one with such a rare ability. The training alone is already very energy consuming. From a certain attitude, they are even more valuable than the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± ¡°But whether it is a witch or the God¡¯s Punishment Army, in the end, their final goal is to annihilate the enemy, and gaining victory.¡± Mayne slowly said, ¡°Losing some of them during this process is inevitable.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you are thinking of keeping Priest Ferry?¡± ¡°Do not forget the law of the Church,¡± Mayne¡¯s voice sank, ¡°Just viewing the outcome is the way the aristocracy loves to handle such matter. Although this was clearly a failure of Priest Ferry, but his motive and plan didn¡¯t have many issues, it was just that the enemy was so much stronger than expected. Of course, he will be punished, but the specific punishment we will have to be considered further.¡± ¡°But Heather won¡¯t see it like this,¡± Tayfun said, then shook his head and opened the second letter. ¡°Don¡¯t forget that she is responsible for arbitration of the Church.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll inform her of it personally.¡± Not long after, the old Bishop turned the over the letter in his hands, not daring to believe its words: ¡°Timothy¡¯s militia troops have committed a sneak attack on the Church in Longsong Stronghold, and even cleanly killed off all of our Priests? He must have gone insane!¡± Actually, the content of the second letter came from two sources, one was the report of the strongholds Acting Duke Petrov and one was information that was sent by one of the local believers. All in all, it was certain that a military force from outside the Western Region had sneak-attacked the stronghold, and also looted the church. Not only had they used the Berserk Pills themselves, their main target was also the drugs that had been stored within the church¡­ Therefore, it was a bit unclear from where the troops had come. They could not only be sent by the new King Timothy, they could also have been sent from the Queen of Clear Water Garcia. But after comparing both sides, it was clear that the former possibility was much more likely. As for the latter¡¯s message, Mayne had felt that it was a bit odd. According to the report sent by Petrov, after burning down the church, and withdrawing from the stronghold the other side had immediately gone missing without a trace, but shouldn¡¯t they have been intercepted by the group of envoys? At this time the delegation should already have arrived in Border Town, making it impossible that the two groups haven¡¯t met yet. Seeing that Mayne wasn¡¯t saying a word, Tayfun soon also became aware of this point and immediately took up the first letter to read it again. Soon the wrinkles on his forehead began to form deep ditches, ¡°Is it¡­ possible that after getting rid of the envoys Roland Wimbledon pushed all the blame onto his elder brother Timothy?¡± ¡°We might as well speculate,¡± the Archbishop said, after a moment of silence. ¡°Roland intended to obtain the group of low-cost population, thereupon he had assigned witches to treat the demonic plague and sent all of the refugees back to the Western Territory. Thus, in order to avert the envoys from becoming aware of him keeping witches, he sent his knights out to raid the envoy¡¯s camp, not even giving them the opportunity to send out a pigeon and placed all of the blame on the stronghold attackers. After all, the Acting Duke depends on the support of Roland Wimbledon, so providing him with assistance to pass off a fake as genuine is also something which should be right. Of course¡­ all this is merely our own speculation, but the disappearance of the messenger group is indeed too suspicious, and currently we have no energy to send out another group of messengers.¡± ¡°If it was like this, we should send out troops to punish his arrogance immediately,¡± Tayfun said coldly, ¡°Even if the event of the disappearance of the envoys has nothing to do with him, being able to clean up the witches within the Western Territory is already worth it.¡± Mayne didn¡¯t offer a response, instead, he merely pointed to the third letter, ¡°We should put off our discussion until you have read the third letter.¡± Throwing a questioning gaze towards Mayne, Tayfun opened the letter. Soon, his hands began to tremble, until he finally was almost unable to hold the thin paper, ¡°How can there be so many witches within the Fjord, and what¡¯s more, they have destroyed all of the churches there? Then this letter is¡­¡± ¡°From the Sea Dragon Bay, which was the last bastion of our Church to fall,¡± Mayne closed his eyes, and sank into the chair, his tone suddenly full of fatigue, ¡°There is only one possibility if a large group of witches have emerged without any fore-warning in the Fjord, they must have immigrated from the mainland in the past.¡± Moreover, the letter even mentioned the appearance of an extraordinary, yet within the law and decrees of the Church, it is clearly regulated that once any traces of activity of an extraordinary witch is found, it has the precedence to dispatch the God¡¯s Punishment Army to seize her. Yet the islands of the Fjord were simply too far away, and furthermore, the current battle with the Wolfsheart Kingdom is at an anxious moment, which makes it impossible for us to take into account the affair of the other side of the shore. ¡°Must we, or mustn¡¯t we ask the Supreme Pontiff for instructions?¡± Tayfun asked. ¡°¡­¡± Mayne slightly shook his head, forcing down the over and over rolling feeling of powerlessly within his heart. Maybe this was the Church¡¯s test given by God, only after cutting their way through the thistles and thorns would they be able to see God¡¯s true intentions. Opening his eyes, he had finally recovered his former serene state, ¡°The matters of the Holy Church of Hermes shall be handed by you and Heather.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that you want to go to the Fjord?¡± The old bishop stared at him with wide open eyes. ¡°I will lead one hundred soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army together with some of the pure witches, to thoroughly clean out the Western Territory of the Kingdom of Graycastle, afterward I will take the opportunity to deal with the witches in the Fjord.¡± ¡°But the law says¡­¡± Mayne immediately interrupted him, ¡°That¡¯s only the case when an extraordinary was found within the borders of the Four Kingdoms, but now she is separated from us by the sea and furthermore also had nothing to do with our plans. Do not forget, that in the end, we are only doing this to obtain more land and a larger population, so that we can continue to expand the size of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. And by now, it became clear that the 4th Prince is a hindrance on the path to archive the goals.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± the moment Tayfun intended to interrupts, loud footsteps could be heard from outside of the hall, startling both men, who both coincidentally turned towards the door. Only to see the door fly open with a loud bump, and a magistrate rushing into the room in a helter-skelter manner, ¡°Bad news, Your Excellencies, bad news!¡± ¡°Speak a little calmer,¡± Mayne shouted, ¡°Report slowly what you have to say.¡± ¡°Her Excellency Heather has sent an emergency letter, a large fleet has landed on the coast of the Kingdom of Endless Winter, and by now a large force of the enemy is besieging King¡¯s City, the situation is imminently dangerous. The other¡¯s sea-faring vessels are all uniformly sailing under black sails, and a blue flag of a sailboat and a crown that is flying at the mast.¡± The magistrate seemed to be extremely anxious, ¡°The delivered news states, that two city gates have already fallen into the enemy¡¯s hands and Her Excellency Heather is doing everything she can to resist with the help of the followers. However, besides the enemy¡¯s large number, they are also using the Berserker Pills!¡± ¡°What?¡± For a long moment, Mayne couldn¡¯t believe his own ears. Black sails, a sailboat with a crown¡­ The enemy was actually the Black Sail Fleet of the Queendom of Clear Water! Chapter 249 Chapter 249 New Clearwater ¡­ The granite steps of the Kingdom of Endless Winter Capital¡¯s temple were dyed red with blood, and the sweet and strong smell of fish within the air assaulted the nostrils. The ground was covered with corpses ¨C there were former members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, followers of the Church, people from their own side and also Sandpeople of the Mojin Clan. They had died in all kind of ways, but most of them had traces of burns, their limbs had been shattered into small pieces and their viscera spread everywhere. Ryan knew that they had died under the fire and impact let out by the fierce Snow Powder. Whenever he took another step through the city, he felt as if he was placing his feet on a mountain of sticky guts. This battle had demonstrated that the battle will of the Church¡¯s Army of Judges and believers could only be described as madness. Even in the face of so many drugs strengthened slaves, they still had not shrunk back at all. Rather they used their own bodies as meat shields and firmly wrapped themselves around the enemy, trying to create a chance for their comrades to cause a fatal injury to their enemy ¨C although the pills allowed people to become all powerful and unafraid of pain, their heart, neck, and head were still crucial areas like before. Her Majesty Queen Garcia simply did not have any extra armor to equip those cheap slaves with. If they¡¯d not had the snow powder, it would have been really hard to say how this battle might have unfolded. But we won¡­ Ryan¡¯s heart felt like it was blazing, in the end, we still won! The flag of the Queendom of Clearwater was already flying on top of the city walls, and even the Church¡¯s most unyielding stronghold had broken under the waves of their attacks. In this way, the Black Sail Fleet had broken apart the siege they were under and freed itself from the deadlock situation it had been in at the corner of Graycastle. Which allowed them to no longer fear that they would burn themselves out in an endless war of attrition. Even entering the temple hall he was still able to see the picture of pure chaos, everywhere on the ground were fragments of shattered glass and streams of blood, but all of this was unimportant to him. He went directly to the woman standing at the other end of the hall and fell onto one knee before her, ¡°Your Majesty, all four gates of the city have fallen and are now in the hands of your Black Sail Fleet, the capital of the Kingdom of Endless Winter is now yours.¡± ¡°Thank you for your trouble, you can get up.¡± Garcia raised her arm, holding her hand in front of him. Ryan gently took the Queen¡¯s hand, placed a symbolic kiss on the back of her hand, and then got up to stand on her side. ¡°Strange ceremony,¡± Kabala opened his mouth and said, ¡°You haven¡¯t even touched the back of her hand at all, so why then put on such a display?¡± The question came so sudden, he couldn¡¯t refrain himself from frowning, but the other side was the patriarch of the Sandstone Clan, so it wasn¡¯t good to rudely reprimand in public, without any better option he said coldly: ¡°This is a commonly used courtesy between aristocrats and stands for politeness and respect, to touch would show somebody¡¯s lack of manners, but as Sandpeople you¡¯re unable to understand this, so it¡¯s only normal.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± She raised her eyebrow, then pointed to her own neck, ¡°We are obviously jointly allies of war, who just finished the battle a moment ago, yet you still put this kind of thing on me. The politeness and respect of your mainland people are really beyond comprehension for me.¡± Kabala¡¯s neck was enclosed by an iron ring, with a bulge in its middle, seemingly resembling an ornament, but Ryan knew that within it was a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation embedded. Which with the exception of a unique key was tough to undo, but this key was always in Garcia¡¯s hands. Since the other was a witch, it was only naturally to be careful when dealing with her, but she indeed exerted herself extremely during the fight. In case they hadn¡¯t had her method of command, Ryan was afraid that their slaves that had been carrying the fierce Snow Powder, would have never dared to charge into their believers¡¯ strong defensive line. In the end, even after already opening his mouth, he didn¡¯t know how to refute her. ¡°Well, don¡¯t argue about such trivial matter,¡± Garcia interrupted. ¡°You mustn¡¯t forget the purpose of our coming ¨C compared with this vast land, is it impossible for you to tolerate the stone?¡± ¡°I simply spoke without thinking the matter through,¡± Kabala shrugged, ¡°I hope you will honor your promise.¡± ¡°Of course, this is the foundation of our cooperation,¡± the Queen smiled. ¡°What is your next task for the Black Sail Fleet?¡± Ryan asked. ¡°Let¡¯s leave the discussion about the plans concerning the next step until later, for now, we should all take a look at a good show which is about to play out.¡± Garcia clapped her hands, instructing her personal guard, ¡°Bring her in.¡± Not long after, two armored guards led a woman with her hands tied at her back into the temple. She was about thirty years old, had average looks, with messy brown hair scattered over her cheeks and wore the golden robe of the Church. It was of exquisite workmanship and was made out of materials which could generally only be worn by the Hermes¡¯ Archbishops. However, right now, this gorgeous robe had been ripped in several places, and was stained with blood. ¡°This woman is an¡­ Archbishop?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the Queen of Clearwater raised the corner of her lips, ¡°I have gone to several of the local nobility and made them confirm whether she was indeed one of the Church¡¯s three Archbishops, Excellency Heather.¡± She looked at the other woman and asked, ¡°How about it, am I telling the truth?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Heather did not answer, but Ryan could see a strong ridicule and disdain within her eyes. Apparently, Garcia had also seen the expression within her eyes and thus chuckled twice, ¡°I already knew that you wouldn¡¯t surrender so easily, that¡¯s also the reason why I was so kind and took you to the church. It was so that I could bring you back to your Kingdom of God. Here you may beg for God¡¯s redemption as you beg me for forgiveness. First, I will slowly cut off your fingers. Then I will go on to your four limbs and then I will destroy all five of your senses. This way you will fully experience the suffering and helplessness of the citizens of the Port of Clearwater¡¯s for yourself.¡± ¡°And afterward?¡± the female Archbishop suddenly asked, ¡°What will you do when you are crushed by the Church¡¯s army? Are you intending to drift across the sea for the rest of your life, never to come close to shore ever again?¡± ¡°It is needless for you to worry about this,¡± Garcia waved towards the guards. ¡°In comparison, the Church¡¯s Army is nowadays also attacking the walls of the Wolfsheart Kingdom, and in this way turning Hermes into an undefended city. This should be much more important for you to think about this than about my personal destiny. I might be unable to set foot on the land of the New Holy City. However, I should at least be able to reach the ruins of the Old Holy City at the foot of the plateau. You should already have heard that the water of the Styx¡¯s River in Graycastle¡¯s extreme south, it¡¯s easy to light, but hard to extinguish. This time I¡¯ve taken a whole shipload with me.¡± One of the personal guards pulled out his dagger, approached the Bishop laying on the ground and cut off two of her fingers. Heather, however, merely bite her teeth not releasing any shout. Seeing this, the Queen of Clearwater climbed up the flight of steps, sat on the large throne, used her right hand to support her chin and showed an expression that was full of interest. ¡­ soon three other fingers were cut off, in this way her left hand had now been turned into a bare meat palm which made beads of sweat appear over Heather¡¯s forehead. ¡°Must you do this?¡± Kabala shook her head, ¡°If you don¡¯t want to intimidate the enemy or receive intelligence via torture, this kind of pure torment is unnecessary.¡± ¡°Unnecessary?¡± Garcia laughed coldly, ¡°You should ask her what they do with all the witches who fall into the Church¡¯s hands? But I guess you wouldn¡¯t be interested in knowing this.¡± ¡°Hahaha¡­¡± At that time, Heater, having already lost all her fingers, suddenly began to laugh, ¡°You¡¯re simply unable to understand the greatness of the Church. And clearly, you will never understand how important the Holy City actually is. Ignorance is your lifelong companion, even on the eve of your destructing, you will still be unaware of it! , Hermes will let you see what it means to wield true power ¨C besides destruction, there is no other end for people who go against the Church!¡± ¡°Is that so¡­¡± Garcia raised her legs and smiled. ¡°Then I will have to wait and see, won¡¯t I?¡± Until the Archbishop had died, she never cried out any plea for mercy. However, what surprised Ryan even more, was that she had never cried for God either, or begged for his salvation. At the end, when Heather was already losing her consciousness due to the excessive loss of blood, her expression turned from cold and detached to dreadful. As if she wasn¡¯t suffering any punishment, but was rather standing at the sideline and looking at a farce which had nothing to do with her ¨C within her two eyes, Ryan though he could already see his own doomed future. Feeling this kind of indescribable oppressing feeling, almost made him feel breathless. ¡°Chop off her head and hang it over the church¡¯s door.¡± After confirming the Bishop¡¯s death, Garcia gave an order. She then looked to Ryan, ¡°Now, we can begin to talk about the next step.¡± ¡°Yes, His Majesty,¡± he forcefully suppressed the discomfort within his chest. ¡°Do you intend to attack Hermes?¡± ¡°Yes, but we won¡¯t dispatch our whole army.¡± She spread out a portable leather map, ¡°Taking with it the least required amount of sailors and the Eastern Region¡¯s slaves, the Black Sail Fleet will follow the River westwards, and go to the Old Holy City. However, we will instead directly go south, crossing Eternal Winter¡¯s border, with Wolfsheart Kingdom¡¯s capital as our destination¡±. ¡°Wolfs¡­ heart?¡± Ryan got started. ¡°Wolf King Woolf and I have already reached an agreement,¡± Garcia explained, ¡°In case I help him ward off the Church, he will give me a hand in taking over the whole Kingdom of Eternal Winter. So if the Church does not recall their troops, the ships loaded with fierce Snow Powder and Styx river-water will turn the Old Holy City into a sea of flames ¨C unlike the New Holy City, which is surrounding by high city walls, the old city does not have any walls. Thus, without enough manpower, they won¡¯t be able to stop the slaves¡¯ attack from all directions.¡± ¡°However if they retreat, the western border of the Wolfsheart Kingdom will be able to receive breathing room, and with the joined border of the two countries, we will also be able to work together against the Church in the future!¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± the Queen of Clearwater nodded, ¡°We will also be able to obtain a firm grip over Endless Winter for ourselves.¡± Chapter 250 Chapter 250 End of Midsummer Seeing that the second month of summer was coming to an end, Border Town was on the verge of greeting summer¡¯s final month, which was also the hottest of all of the months, all the more leaving Roland in a mood where he didn¡¯t wish to leave the castle. Aside from using it to make gunpowder, the rest of the saltpeter brought in by Margaret had been used to lower the room¡¯s temperature ¨C nowadays a bucket of saltpeter with a kettle soaking in it had been arranged within almost all of the castle¡¯s rooms. This way, not only were they able to show the effects of endothermic cooling, but it also allowed them some ice water which they could drink to quench their thirst. Only in this way was he able to keep from sweating as he sat in the office each day. With the exception of Anna, he had called all of the other witches to stop their work. Outside of their daily practice and learning, they were mainly gathered in the hall of the first floor, either chatting or comparing their skills in Gwent against one another, displaying an appearance that was of both harmony and happiness. However, Anna¡­ It wasn¡¯t that Roland didn¡¯t want her to rest, it was rather that she didn¡¯t hate the heat at all. Compared to holding ingots which were still red from the fire directly in her hands, the hot temperature of summer was nothing to her. Even when standing next to the fireside and producing steel for the whole afternoon, she did not even shed one drop of sweat. In order to reward Anna for her hard work, Roland had recently specially created some ice cream desserts. For example, the later generation classical types of ice cream ¨C made from stirring a mixture of egg yolk, butter, milk and syrup. Which were then cooled off once more by using saltpeter. Anna was exceptionally fond of this soft and fragrant ice-cold snack, every time he saw her take a small bite of ice cream, her lake-blue eyes would turn into stitches, making him feel very pleased. Moreover, looking over the monthly reports sent by the City Hall was also a joyous pleasure of his. By now, Border Town¡¯s population had once more doubled, almost reaching a total of 18¡¯000 people. On top of that, with the addition of Longsong Stronghold¡¯s monthly ¡°transferred¡± batch of serfs, breaking through the 20¡¯000 mark next year would not be a problem for him. Leaving out the size of the territory of Border Town or the number of villages and towns belonging to it, this scale could almost be compared with the size of Redwater City, the city of Valencia, and King¡¯s City. However, something which was somewhat regrettable was that even though the population might have grown a lot, the quality of it hadn¡¯t improved by much. At present, there were still more than 1000 of Border Town¡¯s native inhabitants who had yet to receive an education. Furthermore, it would still require one year before they could obtain the capacity needed to graduate without a hitch ¨C although Karl¡¯s previously opened college had fostered a batch of talented students in advance, their number were still less than one hundred, which when compared with the general population, seemed insignificant. Perhaps I should first carry out an education program for the Eastern refugees, and not start with the steps of building enough living quarters, Roland thought, after all, receiving the education earlier would only bring benefits and not cause any harm. The current development of the town¡¯s factories was also excellent. After more than half a year of construction, the industrial park now had three operating factories: there were two steam engine production plants and a bullet processing plant. The number of workers in the first plant had also expanded from the 10 blacksmiths at its opening to the 100 people it now had. The follow-up worker were mainly natives ¨C which was also something he wanted to see, a group of apprentices would gradually grow into craftsmen, who would then provided the foundation needed to raise the next group of apprentices. The worker of the second plant were the artisans belonging to the Crescent Moon Bay Caravan. Just during this one month, they had already grasped a roughly understanding of the machine tool¡¯s usage, even though their yield was still quite bad, but compared with the blacksmith of the first plant, the first-month performance of these craftsmen was obviously better. According to the previously signed contract, all of their produced steam engines were owned by Roland. With those two factories Border Town could now manufacture almost eight to ten steam engines per month, which was also the town¡¯s primary means of income. As for the bullets factory, after its establishment, it had been directly handed over to the First Army, who not only placed a lookout post at its entrance, but also arranged for patrols all around the factory, and even the production was the responsibility of the soldiers. After a week of trial operation, nowadays, they had already begun the mass production of a new generation of bullets. Roland plan for the assembly line couldn¡¯t achieve full mechanical production, no matter if it were the primer, gunpowder or warheads, they all needed manpower for the filling compaction. The main processing tools were the two mechanical stamping machines. The one could press the thin copper pieces previously cut by Anna into the shape of the cartridge case, while the second was used to push the primer towards the bottom. The soldiers only needed to place the mercury fulminate evenly between two thin pieces of paper, glue the edges of the two papers together, press the primer towards the lower part of the cartridge then finally place the cartridge with the primer¡¯s end at the bottom into the ring-shaped ammunition case, before the entire process was complete. As for the process of loading and compacting the black powder and putting on the projectile, it was still done in exactly the same way as the previous practice. There were only a small number of people working in the factory around forty people, which could still almost produce more than 500 bullets every day. For the future, Roland intended on turning these forty people into his full-time processing personnel to maintain the standard operation of the bullet production factory. The next step on Roland¡¯s to-do list was to open a soap factory, and a perfume factory ¨C the former would play a very important part in the military industry, while the later might be able to open up a new income channel for the town. As for the bicycle factory, its opening could still be delayed, it would be opened early enough as long as it went into full production by the time the Kingdom Avenue was finished. ¡°Your Highness,¡± Nightingale said, pushing open the doorway, ¡°Maggie and Lightning are here.¡± Both girls run over from Nightingale¡¯s side, and after stopping in front of the desk, they pointedly asked. ¡°Were you looking for us?¡± ¡°Tomorrow is the start of the final month of summer,¡± Roland pulled his formerly written reply to Tilly out of the drawer and placed it in front of Maggie, ¡°When you return to the Fjord, remember to help me hand this over to Tilly.¡± ¡°Ah¡­¡± For a moment Maggie froze, only able to look at the message with blinking eyes, before she took the envelope and carefully placed it into her personal bag, ¡°No problem, goo!¡± Seeing an expression of sudden understanding from the other side, Roland feared that she had already forgotten the important matter of her monthly reports. Restraining the smile within his heart, he thought of the town¡¯s charm which seemed to be really powerful. ¡°I have entirely forgotten that tomorrow is the beginning of a new month,¡± Lightning tapped against her forehead. ¡°Does it mean that we will be unable to see each other for a long time?¡± ¡°Tilly¡¯s plan to sweep the Fjords clean of the Church had delayed my plan to come back last time, this time I will be back as soon as possible,¡± Maggie shook her white hair that was about to reach the ground, ¡°Wait for me to come back to explore the eagle nest together¡­ Goo!¡± ¡°I got it,¡± the other little girl said, curling her lips, ¡°It¡¯s a promise.¡± ¡°You have your own mission,¡± Roland spread out a map of the region south of the town. ¡°This is the map you had previously drawn, do you still remember the location of the shoal near the mountains?¡± ¡°I remember,¡± Lightning pointed at a place on the map, ¡°Probably around this area.¡± ¡°Well, you will fly back to it again, and this time you will take Maggie along. Then you will place flags on both sides of the shallow beach and the junction of the mountains, and also mark them on the map,¡± Roland ordered, then looked towards Maggie, ¡°If Tilly agrees to send the witches, you will lead the sailboat to this shoal, and I will welcome you at the top of the mountain. ¡°Send witches?¡± Lightning asked curiously, ¡°Could it be that there will be new sisters coming to Border Town?¡± ¡°I do not know yet,¡± Roland said, a smile on his face. ¡°It all depends on Tilly¡¯s answer¡­ but I have a feeling that she will agree to it.¡± Chapter 251 Chapter 251 Flying again On the second day after Maggie¡¯s departure, Roland, with the witches assistance, began assembling and installing a new generation of hot air balloons out in the courtyard. As a result of the expansion of the back garden and the witch dormitory, Leaves had already moved her plants to the front courtyard. With all of the vines covering the walls and the wooden frames along the corridors, it gave quite a prehistoric forest-type of feeling. And as a because of this, it naturally also offered an excellent shield against the sun, allowing the sunshine to only fall through the small gaps in the dense leaf canopy above, only leaving scattered light spots behind on the ground. Roland gave the witches a stack of white paper, and let them spread it out into a large painting paper, which he then asked Soraya to draw the lightest of sky-blue coating on top of. Compared to the the first hot air balloon, which used a combination of bovine intestinal membrane and canvas, the new generation which purely relied on the coating method was much lighter. Furthermore, it also offered excellent toughness and had no suture lines, so that they didn¡¯t need to fear that it would break apart in the mid-air. ¡°I¡¯ve heard from Lightning, that there will may be some witches coming over from the Fjords?¡± Wendy asked in curiousity. ¡°That might be so, if everything goes well,¡± Roland once more explained about the content of his reply to the 5th Princess, ¡°But to know the actual situation we still have to wait for Tilly Wimbledon¡¯s answer.¡± ¡°It seems that Ashes has succeeded,¡± Wendy mused, ¡°They were actually able to gather so many witches on Sleeping Island.¡± ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m afraid that Tilly had already started to plan the migration more than one or two years ago,¡± Roland said and spread out his hands. ¡°She had already sent people to secretly contact the witches long ago and not just within Graycastle, but also from all of the other three kingdoms. Your Witch Cooperation Association should also have received an invitation. I guess that¡¯s also the reason why even after we spread the rumor of a safe haven for such a long time, no witches have come knocking at our door ¨C we were just a step slower than Tilly.¡± ¡°Cara has never mentioned this to us,¡± Wendy rubbed her shoulders. ¡°If she had told you about Tilly¡¯s invitation, you might have never wanted to keep on looking for the Holy Mountain, isn¡¯t that right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s is indeed possible, but only by doing it this way, were we able to meet in Border Town,¡± she shook her head while smiling, ¡°Therefore, that she didn¡¯t mention it¡­ wasn¡¯t bad.¡± ¡°I also think that it was pretty good,¡± Lightning raised her hand. ¡°Tsk, we can¡¯t say for sure that going to the Fjords wouldn¡¯t have been better,¡± Lily curled her lips, ¡°After all, there are only witches there, so they don¡¯t need to pay special attention when step out of the house, like here in Border Town.¡± ¡°It has already become much better than before,¡± Anna said earnestly, ¡°In the past I didn¡¯t even dare to go out at all.¡± ¡°Yes, some people are simply like this. Last time, Ashes clearly wanted to flatly reject our invitation, but she still put on an act.¡± Mystery Moon then mumbled to herself, ¡°Also saying that she wasn¡¯t a traitor!¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Lily opened her eyes wide, ¡°Fool!¡± ¡°Traitor!¡± The other witches couldn¡¯t help themselves from laughing. ¡°I also think the same,¡± Roland¡¯s heart was suddenly filled will a sense of accomplishment. Even though the 5th Princes was smarter and more quick-witted than he was, and he might also not be as powerful or resolute as Timothy and Garcia were, he could at least provide these witches with a free-spirited and comfortable living environment, and at the same time give his people a better life. ¡°This hot air balloon¡­ I fear it might become several times larger than the previous one,¡± Nightingale interrupted while looking at the size Soraya had already managed to coat. ¡°Are you intending to use it to transport the witches?¡± Roland nodded, ¡°The only way to avoid the usage of any harbor city, is by directly traveling across to the sea to the south of Border Town. Moreover, apart from greeting and sending off our new visitors, it can also be considered as a new attempt at flight.¡± After the coating had been applied on both sides, it became a double-layered material, with a width and length of nearly six meters. If it had been made out of plain canvas or linen, it would be difficult to single-handedly drag it over, but since it was only made out of the light coating, its weight managed to only equal the weight of a stack of papers. By combining more than a dozen of pieces like these together, and by protecting the seams with an additional protective layer, it became a staggeringly giant airbag. Roland also wanted to test the soldering capability of Soraya¡¯s coating. The ¡°thick tree bark¡± painting she had drawn on the table when she had used her new ability for the first time still remained fresh within his mind. They had both been so firmly bonded together, that when they tried to grab the tree bark and pull it upwards, the whole square table had also been lifted up. So in the end what he really wanted to find out was whether it was possible for the coating to glue the pieces of paper together into an inseparable whole. And if it could do that, if it would then be able to hold up the massive airbag maintaining its shape and also maintain its airtight properties. At present, instead of imitating a hydrogen balloon which could be controlled by anyone, he still needed to rely on Anna to inflate the hot air balloon. But since he already had a DC motor, and could also produce hydrogen by electrolyzing water, the time until the arrival of the historically famous airship, ¡°Zeppelin¡±, wouldn¡¯t be too far into the future. As long as he found a suitable light material to make the skeleton with, creating this kind of huge monster which could fly at a height of two to three thousand meters and had almost no natural enemies would have a lot less technical difficulties than other aircrafts did. Although the hit rate at which bombs were thrown from a high altitude was very low, they still weren¡¯t something that the enemy would be able to withstand. Leaving them with no other choice than to take a beating, with not even the slightest possibility of hitting back ¨C so, as long as they circled over the enemy¡¯s territory each day, Roland thought that there would not be any opponent who would not collapse under the Zeppelin¡¯s might. Imagining the picture of their future battle against the Holy City of the Church, he saw four or five of these aircrafts hovering side-by-side in the air, dropping bombs on them like rain, heavy gunship bombardments coming from the river channels towards the enemy city¡¯s gate and stronghold, and added to this were all of the infantry, armed with firearms, fighting from the rear. Having the three armed services, the Army, Navy, and Air Force fight together as one, even just imagining this already made him become somewhat excited. ¡°Your Highness, what are you laughing so foolishly for?¡± Anna sighed and reached out with her hand to cover the corner of her mouth which she was unable to keep from jerking into a smile. ¡°I presume he is being delusional, thinking about the new witches,¡± Lily rolled her eyes, ¡°Men¡­¡± After the lower part of the airbag was connected using hemp ropes, towards a large vine gondola, the founding of the new generation of Hot Air Balloon was successfully completed. Compared with the first generation, its volume was close to four times as large, and the number of people it could accommodate had also expanded to more than ten. Furthermore, the basket also came with an awning which would shield the passengers from the sunlight. Of course, to provide Anna with a place to add heat to the balloon they had also left a hole within the awning. Roland named the balloon as ¡®Cloud Gazer¡¯, and after completing the heavy load test at an open space in the courtyard, it was finally time for the first navigation test on the following day. Beside Anna, the other members of the test flight¡¯s crew were Wendy, and five other witches, as well as the Prince himself. The whole process of navigating within the air went smoothly, the witches floating in the air could constantly chatter, and sighing as they looked out at the spectacular scenery from a bird¡¯s eye point-of-view ¨C compared with last time¡¯s observation from a fixed point, this time they were always moving, becoming a sightseeing tour which evoked even more interest in them. With the help of Wendy¡¯s constantly provided wind Cloud Gazer advanced toward the South, arrived at the mountain ridge at noon, and after crossing over the flag inserted at the hilltop, it ultimately came to hover above the shoreline. After flying in a circle along the coastline, the entire group of people on board of Cloud Gazer returned to the castle. During the flight, Roland noticed that Wendy, who was responsible for controlling the direction of the flight would occasionally beat her shoulders, and also appeared to be very exhausted. He had heard that woman with big chests easily suffered under shoulder pains and that it could be solved with the use of a certain close-fitting type of underwear. Although he didn¡¯t know if this was true or not, giving it a try couldn¡¯t be wrong. Moreover, along with with becoming older, Anna¡¯s body was also gradually developing, so Roland decided to make a small gift for the adult witches. Chapter 252 Chapter 252 New round of purchases As the Lord of the Western Region, Roland naturally didn¡¯t need to do the job by himself, he merely had to draw a rough outline on a piece of paper, and could then recruit a tailor and make clear what he wanted to create. Although he had never come in contact with a bra with his own hands, with all the different advertisements, television programs, and movies he had actually already seen plenty of them before, so he could still design some of them in accordance with their different styles. In the end, he chose to create the most frequently seen shoulder strap type, which fastened at the back. To make it, he decided to use three copper hooks, which allowed for the wearer to choose a level of relaxation that was within a fixed range. Since this kind of close-fitting clothing needed to satisfactorily bind the chest, Roland decided to call for the maids in the castle to be measured by the tailor. Because of the tailor¡¯s wealth of experience, from so many years of cutting out and tailoring clothes, she was immediately able to understand the function of a bra after hearing the Prince¡¯s explanation. In the end, together with the actual measurement results, the bra¡¯s sizes had been divided into several grades, and each grade could be adjusted to a certain extent. In fact, within this era, the prototype for the bra had long since made its appearance ¨C it was the skin-tight corset. However, the corset wasn¡¯t developed in order to let woman feel more comfortable, rather it was used to tighten up their waistline as much as possible, while at the same time also pushing up the bosom, so that the body would form into an hourglass-like figure. Those gorgeous aristocratic dresses had all been tailored in accordance with the form of a small waist, so without the aid of a skintight corset, Roland was afraid that those dresses with their extremely thin waist would be very difficult for the average woman to wear. Furthermore, when the waist was constricted too much, it would also make for a very uncomfortable experience, and in serious cases could even affect the blood circulation which in turn could lead to fainting. While the bra, in addition to supporting the chest, also fixed the bosom and lessen its shaking, making it even more comfortable for the woman to wear it daily. Just two days later, the old tailor had already cut out twenty bras. For the material, Roland had provided her with silk and first-rate cotton; both were pleasing to the eye and breathable, and the workmanship was also exceptionally intricate. But before Roland was even able to send the gift over to the witches, the caravan from King¡¯s City had once again arrived in Border Town. Compared to the previous month, not only was the fleet too late, but its size was also far smaller than last time, even so much as to give a deserted feeling when they came to dock in Border Town¡¯s expanded pier. ¡°Your Highness, and so we meet again,¡± Margaret said with a smile. ¡°Welcome, previous by helping me to transport the refugees I¡¯d put you through a lot of trouble,¡± Roland said and looking at the fleet on the river bank, ¡°This times, it seems there are a lot fewer sailboats.¡° ¡°That¡¯s because¡­ of some unexpected accidents,¡± she wiped the sweat from her forehead. ¡°If you do not mind, could we go to the reception hall to talk about this, it is much too hot out here.¡± ¡°I also feel the same,¡± Hogg mumbled to himself. ¡°I¡¯m a man from Graycastle through and through, this awful weather is killing me. If it weren¡¯t for the purpose of receiving the first steamer, I would not want to even leave the house right now.¡± Roland nodded and the entire group of people all returned to the castle. Walking into the hall, the cold air from inside was the first thing to fill their lungs, and after he had taken a deep breath Hogg said in relief, ¡°Thank God for the existence of such a wonderful thing¡­ if I hadn¡¯t seen its course of production with my own eyes, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to believe that it had been made from manure. Oh, there is even ice water! Your Highness, may I ¨C?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland signaled that he should go ahead, and then went to sit at the Lord¡¯s seat, to start his talk with the merchant woman, ¡°With this done, what was the accident which led to this month¡¯s sharp decline of saltpeter?¡± In accordance with the contract, she had to provide Border Town with three ships of saltpeter each month, but this time, only one ship had been loaded with saltpeter. ¡°It is because of King¡¯s City Alchemy Association, they have recently purchased all the available saltpeter. Furthermore, they only offer to buy at a low price, but since they have the support of Prime Minister Marquis Wyke, no one has the possibility of resisting. Therefore this isn¡¯t really a simple business transaction. Instead, the merchants think that it would be bad if they did not sell.¡± Margaret said, ¡°I guess that the order was given by Timothy himself, after all, he is practically blowing steam from his nose out of anger. ¡°Timothy?¡± Rowland asked puzzled, ¡°Isn¡¯t he still marching to the South?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± she nodded. ¡°It seems that Theo has already told you this news. I had heard when he had left King¡¯s City he also brought many men and horses as well as fully loaded military supply wagons with him, their goal must probably be to go and find some trouble for Garcia in the South. Shortly after they had left King¡¯s City, the Alchemy Association had also began to buy all of the saltpeter.¡± On hearing of this matter, Roland was even more assured that sending Theo to King¡¯s City was indeed a very fruitful. At the beginning, he had only received the message that Timothy was gathering the rats, so in order to guard against the other side¡¯s sudden invasion, he had specifically asked Petrov to strengthen the defenses of Longsong Stronghold. But when Roland received the next secret letter sent by his personal guard, he could finally feel relieved ¨C this time Timothy had headed straight to the South Apparently, this recruiting hadn¡¯t been meant to go against him. Regarding the use of the rats, Roland and Theo had basically the same opinion. Which was, since their discipline was even worse than that of the commoners and serfs, they wouldn¡¯t be suitable for use in direct combat. So, the only way to use this group of people would be the same as the last time. First make them become addicted to drugs, and then force them to attack and kill the enemy. It seems that his counterpart was depending on the tactic of repeatedly using armies of cannon fodder, which with taking into regard that he was ruling over 2/3 of Graycastle, was contrary to what one might expect to be a safe strategy. But why did the Alchemy Association suddenly begin to acquiring a lot of saltpeter? Snow Powder was originally one of their products, but with its huge error rate, it could only be used for salutes during rituals. Could it be, that nowadays, after the appearance of the correct formula for gunpowder, they intended on immediately starting mass production, or were they trying to determine the optimal mix ratio through a large number lot of experiments? Roland shook his head, trying to get rid of the doubt within his mind, he guessed that it wouldn¡¯t have too great of an impact. After all, the industrial production of three acids and two sodas would soon begin, which would allow allowing him to step onto the path of producing an even more advanced form of gunpowder. ¡°Then does it mean that you can also not guarantee next month saltpeter supply of three ships?¡± ¡°This¡­ I don¡¯t know,¡± also Margaret looked a bit embarrassed but she still bluntly said, ¡°I already spent a lot of time and effort to bring this one ship into the Western Territory, I had to purchase it from Silver City. And now that we have to face the heat of summer, the demand for saltpeter is enormous, so I¡¯m not sure of how much I can buy. However, if it is any other season, I can guarantee the supply of the three ships.¡± ¡°I understand,¡± Roland took a sip of ice water, ¡°Then try to get as much as possible next month, there is no need for you to try to force it. I also still have some goods that I want to purchase from you.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Margaret sighed in relief, ¡°What is it? Ore?¡± ¡°Washing stones used for washing laundry,¡± he replied, ¡°They are muddy white and look like a wafer or pillar, but when soaked in water they will give off a soapy feeling, those things aren¡¯t uncommon in the capital¡¯s inns.¡± ¡°Sure enough, it¡¯s ore,¡± said the merchant, smiling helplessly, ¡°You have a big mine in your territory, yet all the goods you acquire are still minerals, that¡¯s really something that¡¯s hard for people to understand. Well, it¡¯s a really common thing, so the price shouldn¡¯t be too high, what are you planning to do with it?¡± ¡°Naturally it will be used to make it easier to wash clothes,¡± Roland smiled. Washing stones were something he had discovered in the memories of the former 4th Prince, its innate character was a naturally alkali, and its main component was sodium bicarbonate. It had a strong decontaminating effect, and when used together with plant ash and pancreas it was one of three outstanding cleaning tools used in the ancient times. In the absence of an ion exchange membrane, the efficiency of using the electrolysis of salt water to collect sodium hydroxide was extremely low. Furthermore, it wasn¡¯t possible to purchase edible salt at the price of a cabbage either. Because of this, he planned to buy natural soda and make caustic soda. And by the time he had a sufficient amount of caustic soda he could start the large-scale manufacturing of soap¡­ as well as one of soap¡¯s by-products, glycerin.¡± Chapter 253 Chapter 253 Hot air balloon trade ¡°Your Royal Highness, I would like to ask you, when we stepped through the door,¡± after drinking all the iced water in the bucket, Hogg¡¯s appearance had finally recovered, ¡°The painting drawn in the hall¡­ I am afraid that is something that is impossible for the average person to draw, isn¡¯t it? No matter whether it is the degree of lifelike or the view from high up in the air.¡± He lowered his voice and asked, ¡°Is this the work of a witch?¡± Roland looked over at Margaret only to see the latter nodding, ¡°Your Highness, please rest assured, Hogg is my old friend from many years, he is also not someone who is malicious towards witches.¡± ¡°You guessed it, it really is a witch who made the painting.¡± After the hot air balloon tour to the beach from two days ago, Roland had wanted to preserve the view of the beautiful scene he had seen, plus the former hall¡¯s decoration was actually simple and crude, without any paintings, so he had asked Soraya to turn the wall behind the Lord¡¯s seat into a grand mural. With the scenic wall at the back, the hall¡¯s style had instantly been upgraded by several grades. ¡°I knew it,¡± Hogg sighed. ¡°Although they are propagated as the devil¡¯s minions, those strange abilities they possess are indeed enviable. It is impossible for ordinary people to fly into the air and draw such an exquisite mural beyond compare afterward.¡± ¡°Only the second half of your sentence is correct,¡± Roland shook his head, ¡°Ordinary people, even if they don¡¯t rely on magic, can also fly. They can even fly higher than an eagle and fly faster than the swift.¡± ¡°You have a good sense of humor,¡± Hogg laughed out loud, ¡°Only if we have a pair of wings, and also become lighter than the birds.¡± Margaret however, sounded startled as she asked, ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± the Prince said confidently, ¡°And I can prove it to you.¡± Letting the merchants receive the knowledge and experience about his various types of inventions, wouldn¡¯t only promote their relationship, it would also open up a new effective way for them to trade ¨C it was the same for everything else, from the mugs to the liquor, whether he was able to sell it or not was another matter. Anyway, the caravan would be staying in town for several days, and after their regular trading, the negotiation would also be finalized. The rest of their time was typically filled with drinking and being merry making. Furthermore, Anna was also very interested in taking a trip in the hot air balloon, so by giving her a possibility to rest for a moment from her busy work, it could be seen as an action which fulfilled multiple purposes. Soon, Cloud Gazer was once more inflated, and all the witches who couldn¡¯t ride with the balloon last time had gathered. Lucia even shyly asked if her younger sister could also go up and take a look, which Roland had immediately agreed to. As the balloon that was carrying everyone began to slowly rising, Margaret covered her mouth in astonishment, while Hogg grabbed hold of the edge of the basket, not knowing whether he should be excited or scared. Since Bell¡¯s size was too small, it was impossible for her to see the scenery outside of the basket. Without any better option, Lucia had to hold her up and permitted for her to ride on her shoulders, while gingerly stepping close to the edge of the basket and repeatedly warning her to not fiddle around too much. As the navigator and the rescuer, Lightning continually circled around the hot air balloon, only stopping from time to time to pull a face at Bell. After the hot air balloon circled along the southern coastline one more time, their airborne sightseeing trip had come to its end. ¡­ Back at the castle, Hogg¡¯s legs were still trembling, stammering he said, ¡°I would have never thought, that looking down from up in the sky would be this frightening, I felt like I was always falling down. ¡°After flying for a few times it will be okay,¡± Roland laughed. ¡°Leaving with your feet from the ground for the first time will always create such an illusion, it is the same for a person who had never gone out to sea, they will also start to vomit due to the sea¡¯s up and down motion. ¡°You spoke the truth,¡± Margaret exclaimed in admiration, ¡°Today, the scenery I saw was indeed inconceivable, looking from the sky to the edge of the sea, it actually resembled a blue arc.¡± ¡°But Your Royal Highness, I do not seem to be wrong,¡± Hogg drank some iced liquor, ¡°Even though we ordinary people were able to fly in the sky, but this was still a witch¡¯s ability. If it weren¡¯t for them, this big guy would never be able to fly.¡± ¡°No, old friend,¡± Even before Roland had the chance to answer, Margaret had already begun to speak, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you haven¡¯t realized it? Miss Anna had been merely releasing her flame, nothing more. I also specifically asked Lightning, she said that as long as enough heat is poured into the airbag, Cloud Gazer will rise up into the sky. The flame is not a witch¡¯s privilege, Your Royal Highness, am I right?¡± She once more proved why she was able to establish herself as a Fjord ocean merchant in King¡¯s City, no matter if it was her perception, or her intelligence, they were both exceptional. Roland smiled and nodded, ¡°Hot air will rises, while cold air will sink, that¡¯s also the reason why it is called a hot air balloon.¡± ¡°Really, would using a brazier be hot enough?¡± Hogg asked disbelievingly. ¡°That won¡¯t do, because if you want to let the balloon float in the sky, you have to supply it with heat the entire time. Furthermore, wood itself is already very heavy, so you can¡¯t take it with you without end, because of this the problem needs to be solved in a special way.¡± ¡°Can you achieve it?¡± Margaret asked impatiently. ¡°Well¡­ I should be able to,¡± after thinking for a while, Roland continued, ¡°But there are still some troubles.¡± ¡°That would be truly wonderful,¡± Margaret answered immediately. ¡°I hope that I will be able to purchase four to five hot air balloons, they don¡¯t need to be so big, it would already be enough if they can carry one person.¡± ¡°Do you want to put it on your ships?¡± Hogg asked. ¡°Well, the mast cannot reach an unlimited height, but a hot air balloon can, it can go as high as the rope connected to the basket is long. Moreover, if it connects to the mast, it also won¡¯t drift away with the wind. So, by using a hot air balloon as a lookout, they should be able to detect nearing pirate ship much earlier. Regarding the sea trade, besides the unpredictable storms and tsunamis, the biggest harm to our merchant fleets comes from pirates.¡± ¡°But I fear that it is unlikely that the construction cost will be low,¡± Roland calculated it within his mind, ¡°I estimate that it will require more than one thousand gold royals.¡± In case they didn¡¯t use a witch to heat the air, the hot air balloon would need to use gas as fuel, and the most easily obtainable fuel would be coal gas. Unfortunately, Graycastle¡¯s coal mines were located at the Cold-Wind Mountain Range, which was just too far away from Border Town. According to the transportation conditions, it would be impossible to transport it over. Turning the hot-air balloon into a hydrogen balloon would be much easier to achieve, but he had still to solve the problem of the gas tank ¨C if it couldn¡¯t be used unobstructed, then it wouldn¡¯t be of any practical value. ¡°One thousand gold royals apiece, was it?¡± Margaret said then made a counter-offer, ¡°If you really are able to make this, I can guarantee that all the caravans from the Fjords will buy at least one or two of them.¡± ¡°This time Crescent Moon Bay Caravan hadn¡¯t come along. Otherwise I¡¯m certain you would have received your next huge order,¡± Hogg grasped the liquor cup and drained it in one gulp. ¡°I, however, won¡¯t need such a balloon, even though they seem very magical, they don¡¯t have any use for my mines in Silver City. I just want to get my steam engines as soon as possible.¡± Hearing Margaret accepting his price made Roland pleased beyond his expectations. The one thousand gold royals were the price he got after increasing the estimated production costs by five times, he had never expected that the other party was able to accept a price twice the price of a steam engine. But when he thought about it again, a sea faring ship carrying all kinds of goods would probably be worth much more than this price, not to mention saving the entire merchant fleet and the lives of the ship¡¯s crew, so long as they could avoid being looted by pirates, the deal would still be cost-effective for ocean traders. Also, the thousand gold royals wouldn¡¯t be the end of the deal, whether it was hydrogen or coal gas, they were both consumables. If they were used up, they would eventually need to come back to Border Town for a refill, which would then yield an additional revenue¡­ Of course, in case they acquired the gas canisters in large quantity, giving them a discount or present them with several inflations for free could be considered. In this regards, he could use the 4s car shops and CPC and CNPC as an example and imitate them. Roland pretended to hesitate for a moment before he finally nodding, ¡°In that case, I think we have reached a deal.¡± TN: In China, authorized car dealership are called 4S car shops. The 4S represents Sale, Sparepart, Service and Survey. Õû܇ÏúÊÛ(Sale)¡¢ÁãÅä¼þ(Sparepart)¡¢ÊÛáá·þÎñ(Service)¡¢ÐÅÏ¢·´À¡(Survey). In most cases, brand-name new cars can be purchased only from 4S shops. For new cars in high demand, a high premium is added for instant delivery or just placing an order. The profit of car dealers in China is quite high comparing to the rest of the world, in most cases 10%. This is supposedly due to the ¡®non-transparent invoice price¡¯ as announced by manufactures and to the premiums they charge for quick delivery. Due to the lack of knowledge for most customers, dealers can sell add-ons at much higher prices than the aftermarket. There is no regulation by either the government or associations. Source CNPC: China National Petroleum Corporation CPC: CPC Corporation Chapter 254 Chapter 254 Alliance The Fjord¡¯s weather was very strange, yesterday had been a sunny, cloudless day, with an endlessly blue sky. But the sky was gloomy today, the wind was blowing and the thunder rolling, looking like a massive rainstorm was imminent. Ashes held down her hair to prevent it from fluttering about wildly in the wind then stepped into Tilly¡¯s home only to discover that there was a fat pigeon sitting on Tilly¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Maggie?¡± ¡°Goo!¡± The pigeon raised its head, its eyes turned bright, it opened its wings and immediately threw itself at the doorway, only to gently be blocked by Ashes hand, ¡°Turn into your human form so that we can talk.¡± ¡°Woo¡­ Goo,¡± With fluttering wings, Maggie landed on the floor, shedding her feathers to reveal her original appearance. She opened her mouth and unhappily asked, ¡°Do you have a hatred for pigeons? ¡°I¡¯ve always felt that a bird that can speak is way too strange,¡± Ashes said laughingly and pulled up the girl that was sitting up from the ground, ¡°At what time have you come back?¡± ¡°Just a moment ago, I was afraid that I would get caught up by the storm, my wing almost ended up broken,¡± she patted her chest. ¡°Fortunately, I was able to reach Sleeping Island before the rain began falling.¡± ¡°Did you fly back¡­ like this?¡± Ashes tapped her on the forehead, ¡°Why didn¡¯t you just turn into a swallow wouldn¡¯t that have been much faster?¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Maggie¡¯s eyes became wide, as if she had suddenly only just realized something, ¡°I forgot, goo.¡± Tilly couldn¡¯t help but laugh, she then put down the letter in her hand and said, ¡°I¡¯m putting you through a lot of trouble. I already know about the news from that area, so for now, you can should go and look for Lotus or Molly and play with them, I will think about a good reply and notify you later.¡± ¡°Good, goo!¡± Maggie saluted and then hopped as she left the room. ¡°What did Roland Wimbledon have to say?¡± Waiting until the both of them were the only one left in the room, Ashes went over to Tilly and sat beside her on the woven mat. There, on the ground in front of them a map was spread out. Looking closely, she discovered that it depicted the terrain surrounding Border Town. ¡°This is his letter,¡± Tilly handed her a piece of paper, ¡°I have to say, the witches he picked are indeed¡­ quite special¡­¡± Ashes quickly finished reading the letter given to her, unable to keep the frown on her forehead she asked ¡°He actually chose Sylvie? Does he simply do not care about exposing his identity?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Tilly said, not expressing her opinion, ¡°Perhaps my summary about their abilities was too vague, so he was unable to do an in-depth investigation? Or it could be that he simply does not care if his identity is exposed to us, and might be trying to show his sincerity in cooperating? Of course, there is still another possibility¡­¡± ¡°He really could be your older brother,¡± Ashes finished her sentence, ¡°And because of this he doesn¡¯t care at all about Sylvie¡¯s ability.¡± ¡°But this possibility is next to nothing,¡± she laughed at herself, ¡°Who would know better than I the kind of person my older brother is? If he was indeed Roland Wimbledon, he would never chose to go against the Church in order to protect the witches. From young to old, the thing he has always been best at was with escaping. No matter what challenges or difficulties he was facing ¡­ Even when the king sent him to Border Town, he never went over to meet with ¡°father¡± or tried raising any form of protest, even if it would only be a symbolic one.¡± Ashes raised one eyebrow, ¡°In short, him taking the initiative to pick Sylvie is a good thing for us. In that way we don¡¯t need to think of an excuse to send him an additional witch, but those other witches¡­ don¡¯t tell me that you really want to agree to send them to him?¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Lotus is one of Sleeping Island¡¯s most talented witches. If she is gone, who will build new mud houses or restore our old ones? If you want to create something, or transformation the island¡¯s terrain, not having her ability to remodel the terrain would prove extremely inconvenient. After all, we are currently using less than 30% of Sleeping Islands terrain, there are still many places which can be transformed,¡± as she said this she raised one finger. ¡°There is also Honey, she can order the osprey to catch fish for everyone, the reason we can enjoy a variety of delicious fish soups every day is to her credit. As for Candle and Evelyn, sending them away, wouldn¡¯t be such a big problem¡­ In case you cannot refuse his request, can¡¯t we just exchange those two witches for others who aren¡¯t as useful?¡± ¡°What is useful, what is useless? By sending them to Border Town, I hope to obtain a new ally, rather than abandon our sisters,¡± Tilly¡¯s expression turned grave, ¡°No matter what kind of ability they have, by choosing to come to Sleeping Island, all of the witches have become our sisters. If we want to turn Sleeping Island into the home for witches, how could we afford to filter the already small number of witches according to whether their abilities are useful or not?¡± Ashes had already seen her exposing this kind of expression during their time in the palace ¨C it was the expression the 5th Princess would show whenever she was outraged, seeing this, Ashes couldn¡¯t help but change her manner of address, ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ Your Majesty, I just ¨C¡° Tilly sighed and then started unhurriedly, ¡°Moreover, it¡¯s hard to measure the ability of everyone according to some kind of standard. From among the more than one hundred witches, Roland has selected those five witches. Even including Candle and Evelyn, two that you have regarded as useless. ¡°Can you be really be certain that they are useless? Perhaps through this exchange, we will be able to figure out whether he choose the two by accident, or if he had seen something within them that we were just unable to recognize.¡± She paused, ¡°No matter what, we are already such a small number of witches, every witch deserves to be fought for. They aren¡¯t tools to we use to build a new home. Instead, we are all comrades holding the same goal in our sights, so you must never speak such words.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Ashes responded in a meek voice. At this moment, lightning broke through the clouds, straight over the sea. As if it were a decree given by the Gods, it was immediately followed with an ear-splitting rolling of thunder. And together with the echo of the explosions, the rain also began to fall over Sleeping Island. At first, it fell sparse, but it then quickly turned into a hubbub. And the dense rain soon covered the outside scenery with a layer of fog and rain, even sometimes overshadowing the conversation between the two. Ashes got up and closed the window, in order to keep the rain from drifting into the room. When she turned turning around, she saw Tilly sway twice, showing a somewhat wan and sallow expression on her face. ¡°Were you staying up all night?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Tilly called yawn. ¡°All the books we brought back from the ruins were written in the same language. Moreover, I already found some common points, as long as I have enough time, I am sure that I can translate all of them.¡± ¡°Yeah, with enough time¡­ now after getting rid of the nagging Church, there will certainly be sufficient time for you, you don¡¯t need to study it all through the night.¡± Ashes knit her brow, ¡°It could have a tremendous impact on your body.¡± ¡°Rest assured, I am a witch, my body won¡¯t collapse so quickly.¡± The 5th Princess took a deep breath, ¡°Moreover, I have a vague premonition ¨C seeing the scene within the ruins gave me an uneasy feeling, so we have to decipher the content of these books as soon as possible¡­ Oh, by the way, this time when the witches leave for Border Town, they will also bring one of the books along with them.¡± ¡°If even you cannot read it, the possibility that the witches from the Witch Cooperation Association will know it is even worse.¡± ¡°Well we will just have to take a chance,¡± Tilly said, ¡°I heard that there have been ancient ruins found in the eastern forest. Furthermore, the origin of the Witch Cooperation Association is located in the Sea Wind Region, which is almost right next to the forest, we can¡¯t say for sure whether some of them haven¡¯t already seen this language. And if we can prove that they used the same language, it should mean that all those remains are from the same group of people.¡± ¡°Yes, I got it,¡± Ashes agreed. ¡°Also, it¡¯s not the case that I blame you for your previous words, some of the words you said are reasonable ¨C but that isn¡¯t related to the part about the significance of their abilities.¡± Tilly reached out with her hand to stop Ashes from speaking, ¡°I have reached an agreement with the chamber of commerce of the Crescent Moon Bay Caravan. They will start to migrate some ordinary people over to Sleeping Island by next spring. So if Lotus leaves for too long, it would affect the follow-up construction of the island, so before the winter comes I will have them all return to the Fjord.¡± Hearing Tilly¡¯s words Ashes said in relief, ¡°Then everything should be fine.¡± ¡°But in order to avoid any kind of misunderstanding, I will lead several combat witches over to Border Town and help them to resist the attacks of the demonic beasts during the Months of Demons.¡± Tilly exposed a sly smile, ¡°When that time comes, are you willing to go together with me?¡± Ashes froze for a moment, but in the end had no other option than helplessly replied, ¡°Of course, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 255 Chapter 255 Ways to welcome The rainstorm left as quickly as it had come. Two days after the rainstorm ended, the entire group of people who were leaving departed. The ship responsible for sending them back to Graycastle was The Charming Beauty. Sylvie leaned against the edge of the ship¡¯s railing, took out a slice of dried beef from a pouch, and held it above her head before shaking it. ¡°Goo ¡ª-, Goo ¡ª-¡± A huge seagull which was flying alongside them chirped and dropped from the sky, the air current from its flapping wings caused her to squint her eyes. The meat she¡¯d held in her hand was swallowed in one gulp, and by the time she looked up again, the seagull had already flown to the front of the sailboat, continuing with eagerly leading them across this boundless ocean. This was something Maggie had asked her to do, because when she turned into a bird, there was no way for her to take out the meat on her own. Even though her current body had looked no difference with an ordinary seagull (except for her body size), Sylvie could still see the magic surging within her and could also see her real from. And if she even took an even closer look, she could even also see the process of how the magic came from all direction to finally gather at a single point, turning into little spots before it disappeared completely. ¡°I heard that she cannot only transform into different kind of birds, but that she also receives their corresponding abilities?¡± Someone behind her clicked his tongue in wonder, ¡°As far as I know, seagulls will never be lost at sea, and are also aware of any incoming storms ahead of time.¡± ¡°It is indeed like that, Mr. Captain,¡± even without looking back, Sylvie knew clearly the man who had come over, ¡°Otherwise we wouldn¡¯t had dared to choose a new route and bypass the Endless Cape, landing in the Southwest of Graycastle.¡± Not only did her ability allowed her to observe the flow of magic and detect all magical changes, but it also gave her a vast field of view which didn¡¯t have any gap in its coverage. It gave her the ability to observe everything that was around her at all times ¨C even ignoring the obstacles that were able to block her normal line of sight. Her ability was so powerful that she could even see the lazy sailors who were sleeping under the deck, as well as the shoal of fish that were swimming beneath the bilge. ¡°Does that place have any ports?¡± Captain Jack blew out the smoke. ¡°I remember that there were once explorers who¡¯ve traveled to the western side of the Endless Cape, but all they found were cliffs and shoals, there was nothing else.¡± ¡°It is even better if there isn¡¯t anything there,¡± Sylvie said indifferently, ¡°That way everyone can return on the previous route right away.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that the same as going on a wild-goose chase?¡± The captain shook his pipe, ¡°I anticipate that I might see something out of the ordinary on this new route.¡± This time the long journey had been arranged by Lady Tilly so that they could come into contact with a gathering of witches that were staying at another place and in that way to help each other out. In addition to the five chosen witches, Ashes and Molly were also on the ship ¨C but they wouldn¡¯t stay ashore, they had only come along to ensure that this sailing trip would be absolutely safe. Molly¡¯s magical servant could help the ship to withstand any possible storm they might face, while Ashes would make sure that every pirate who dared to fix their attention on their ship and decided to come over would be unable to make their way back. But Sylvie herself was also carrying another duty on her shoulders, that was, to identify Roland Wimbledon¡¯s true identity for Lady Tilly. Before the trip, Lady Tilly had given her a detailed account of the story, and also who she should response to every kind of outcome. In simple terms, she should do her utmost to reach an agreement with the Leader of the Witch Union, in exchange for Roland¡¯s real body. But to be honest, Sylvie had always felt that this mission won¡¯t be so easy for her to complete. In case the Witch Union did not agree and decided to put her and the other four in jail to prevent them from leaking any news, what should she do then? Sylvie sighed as she looked through the cabin walls at Lotus, Evelyn, and the rest of the group happily playing with the magic servant. I hope that the witches from the Witch Union are as friendly as Maggie had said. ¡­ After nearly a week of sailing on the sea, Sylvie finally saw Graycastle¡¯s coastline. ¡°We will be arriving soon,¡± Honey shouted as she leaned over the ship¡¯s railing, and the rows of swallows, ospreys, and seagulls standing beside her all followed her shout in a loud chorus. ¡°At last¡­¡± Candle said with a meek voice, and carrying a haggard expression, ¡°I feel like I¡¯m almost unable to keep going.¡± ¡°Child, that is only a temporary phenomenon, as long as you go ashore, you will soon be able to recover your previous strength,¡± Jack said while laughing, he then looked with one eye through the observation mirror. ¡°I¡¯ve been sailing for so many years, but I¡¯ve never seen anyone dying because of the ship¡¯s shaking.¡± ¡°Where is Maggie?¡± Honey Asked. ¡°She has already traveled to Border Town in advance so that she could contact the witches of the Witch Union,¡± Ashes replied. ¡°I¡¯m sure that they will send someone to pick you up soon. ¡°Sister Ashes, won¡¯t you come with us?¡± ¡°Back at Sleeping Island Tilly is in even more need of my assistance,¡± Ashes laughed, ¡°There is no need for you to worry, the witches of the Witch Union will see and treat you as sisters¡­ In case you come across any trouble, it is the best to immediately look for Wendy, she will definitely try her best to resolve the problem for you. ¡± Wendy, Sylvie quietly engraved the name in her mind. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right, there is one other thing,¡± Ashes patted her forehead, ¡°You must remember to always keep a far distant from Roland Wimbledon, and by no means should you be on your own with him.¡± ¡°Why, isn¡¯t he the older brother of Lady Tilly?¡± Evelyn asked puzzled. ¡°He certainly is,¡± Ashes stated earnestly, ¡°But that does not prevent him from groping a witch¡¯s buttocks!¡± Everyone inhaled a mouthful of cold air in fright. In the end, the ship docked half a mile away from the shoal. After all, there did not exist any detailed charts of the area, and no one knew how deep the water really was at the edge of the shoal. Yet, going ashore was still quite simple, they didn¡¯t even have to use the beach boat. Instead, Molly let her magic servant wrap up the five witches and herself, and in that way they floated above the sea surface all the way towards the shore. The shoal was apparently a part of the mountain, and under the continuous erosion by the seawater, it had slowly become a soft and sandy beach. Not far from them there stood a towering mountain range which completely separated the coast from Graycastle and the rest of the mainland. It seemed that the mountain ridge was going on endlessly, and the further West they looked the higher it reached into the sky. At the end of their vision it almost became similar to the giant mountain peaks of the Impassable Mountain Range. After almost waiting for a whole double-hour, Sylvie noted a strange shadow was coming towards them. Its volume was colossal, it was almost as huge as The Charming Beauty and with its nearly round shape it was obviously not a natural creature. It was reasonable to assume that such a massive object would also have to be incomparable heavy, but its path of flight was quite smooth, as if it was only floating in the air. Separated by mountains and woods, she couldn¡¯t see it very clearly, but it seemed that this thing was always climbing and would be soon above the mountains. After a while, if finally revealed itself to all of the people in the shelter. ¡°God, what is that?¡± Lotus asked in disbelief while looking at the sky with an astonished expression. ¡°Sister Ashes, have you ever seen something like this?¡± Evelyn pulled her arm. ¡°No¡­¡± Ashes appeared to be equally surprised, ¡°It is also my first time seeing something like this.¡± ¡°It seems that this is the way of style the Witch Union intends to welcome us,¡± Sylvie sighed. She had finally discovered a basket hanging beneath the astonishing huge spherical object that was floating in the sky. Furthermore, Maggie and another witch were flying to the left and right of the basket. Then her attention was drawn towards a long yellow canvas that was hanging beneath the basket, on which with gigantic letters were written. ¨C ¡°Welcome to Border Town.¡± TN: Please help us by answering What¡¯s your favorite quote? Chapter 256 Chapter 256 The Prologue to a new life After the basket landed on the ground, a woman who seemed to be around thirty years of age who had red hair that came to her waist climbed out of the basket and greeted them, ¡°Hello everyone. Welcome to Border Town. My name is Wendy.¡± She then looked to Ashes and showed a charming smile. ¡°You also came.¡± Is she the witch Ashes mentioned before? Taking a closer look at the two, Sylvie came to the conclusion that they were already familiar with each other. ¡°Welcome, you can call me Anna.¡± A witch with bright eyes appeared in front of Sylvie. Her two blue eyes were as pure as water and also very eye-catching. However, what was even more mind blowing was her magical power ¨C it was tremendous, gave off a profound and resounding feeling and seemed to hardly contain any flaws. It looked like slowly turning cube that was composed of three colors, black, white, and gray, which gathered all of the surrounding magic and twisted it into its orbit. How astonishing is her power? It was the first-time Sylvie saw magical power that could release such a sense of oppression. ¡°Hey, my name is Lightning!¡± the little girl who had been flying beside the basket said. Maggie was sitting on her shoulder. ¡°Googoo!¡± When all the witches of Sleeping Island had been introduced by Ashes, Wendy smilingly invited everyone to climb aboard the basket. ¡°This huge air sac above our head is called a hot air balloon, as long as it is provided with hot air, it will be able to take us across the mountains, and towards our destination.¡± She paused, turned towards Ashes before she asked, ¡°Do you really not want to come along and take a look at Border Town? I think His Highness would also want to see you again.¡± ¡°He would not welcome a person who intended to lure away his witches,¡± she laughed, ¡°I will trouble you to take care of these children.¡± ¡°Alright¡­¡± Wendy pursed her lips, looking as if she felt regretful. ¡°Rest assured, I will treat them with care.¡± ¡°In that case, everyone pay attention¡± Anna reminded, ¡°Cloud Gazer is about to rise into the sky.¡± Sylvie only felt a slight tremble at her feet before the basket had already left the ground. Sticking her head over the edge, she saw Ashes and Molly waving at them. As the hot air balloon rose, the scene on the ground became smaller and smaller, soon turning the two into fingernail-sized spots ¨C no matter what, their new life would soon begin. It seemed that Wendy had the ability to control the wind and thus the hot air balloon which was under her control flew towards Graycastle and the mainland. It was Sylvie¡¯s first-time overlooking the earth from up in the sky. Even though the earth and rocks couldn¡¯t stop her exploration, having such a large field of view available to her was nevertheless a new and odd experience. So when she tried to evoking her magic eye, she never expected the chaotic flood of scenes which came pouring into her mind ¨C the cliffs and mountains hidden in the ocean depths, the underground rivers connected to the sea, the animals bones buried in the earth, as well as the ever-changing subterranean rock strata¡­ Trying to arrange this flood of images Sylvie felt the onset of a splitting headache just as her magical power rapidly dropped. Hurriedly interrupting her magic eye, Sylvie sat on the ground and leaned against the basket wall, slowly trying to catch her breath. ¡°Are you alright?¡± Someone asked. Opening her eyes, she discovered that it was Wendy who was asking. ¡°Well, I¡¯m merely a little¡­ dizzy.¡± ¡°After taking a few deep breaths it will soon feel a little better,¡± Wendy smiled. ¡°Many people feel uncomfortable when they leave the ground for the first time.¡± ¡°Thank you, I¡¯m already better,¡± Sylvie nodded. Along the way, the atmosphere was much more harmonious than she had initially expected, and it was exactly like Ashes had said, Wendy was full of concern for everyone and she didn¡¯t treat them any differently because of them being newcomers. Anna, although she didn¡¯t speak much on her own accord, would still answer in all seriousness whenever someone asked her a question. Lightning who was seemingly a very good friend of Maggie¡¯s had a vivacious personality, and together with the fat pigeon would come into the basket from time to time to chat with everyone, not treating them as if they were strangers at all. With Maggie being the confidant of both sides, the other four witches were gradually able to relax, one after another asking Lightning about the situation in Border Town. Later, the little girl simply hovered beside the basket, and told them stories about the fights against the demonic beasts and invaders, as well as about all of His Highness the Prince¡¯s inconceivable invention, giving them one surprise after another. After a little while, the hot air balloon arrived in the sky over the castle. Just by looking at its size from high up, the town was really worthy of its name. It was both a small and remote place, with a size that was less than 1/3 of Sleeping Island¡¯s. However contrary to what one might expect, it had a large number of townsfolk within. No matter if it was the center square, or the walls or on the river shore, everywhere she looked she could see people gathering together in crowds and groups. Traveling to and fro, they turned into a surging stream. The hot air balloon directly landed in the castle courtyard and the moment they jumped out of the basket, an unexpected round of explosion spread through the air. Feeling caught off-guard, Sylvie became shocked and froze on the spot. The other four didn¡¯t fare any better, Honey even jumped back into the basket, and asked while only revealing her head halfway: ¡°What happened?¡± Wendy couldn¡¯t keep herself from laughing, ¡°Do not worry, this is His Highness¡¯s gun salute, it is his way to welcome you all to Border Town.¡± Passing through the shadowy corridor, they stepped into the castle hall. And that was when Sylvie finally met with Tilly¡¯s brother ¨C he was sitting at the end of the hall at the lord¡¯s seat, he had an external appearance that was somewhat similar to Her Highness the 5th Princess¡¯. They had the same gray hair, weren¡¯t wearing any superfluous pendants on their body and showed a relaxed and natural expression. His facial features still fell short when compared to Tilly¡¯s, who¡¯s appearance was something that warmed the heart and delighted the eyes. But they shared the same kind of calm temperament which would attract everyone¡¯s eye even when they were merely sitting there. ¡°Welcome to Border Town. I am the Lord of the Western Territory, Roland Wimbledon. I presume that everyone already knows my name.¡± He stood up and smiled, ¡°Tilly Wimbledon is my younger sister. So, you don¡¯t need to feel awkward when living in Border Town, consider it your home the same as you would with Sleeping Island.¡± Unable to suppress her curiosity, Sylvie opened her magic eye, only to stare blankly at what she saw. The expected darkness did not appear, which indicated that the other side wasn¡¯t wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Moreover, there also wasn¡¯t any trace of magic on his body ¨C how he looked now was the same he looked to her in her normal vision. Neither was there any kind of camouflage on him nor was he being controlled, this could only mean that the man in front of her was indeed Roland himself. Tilly¡¯s countermeasure for the ¡°no clue detectable¡± situation was merely one sentence: Sending the news back to Sleeping Island. ¡­ The words Roland said afterward, Sylvie didn¡¯t listen to at all, her head had become a complete mess. In order to accomplish the task given by Lady Tilly, she had thought about the words and expression she should use when negotiating, she had even come up with plans in the case of their imprisonment, never expecting that it would become completely useless. With no better option, let¡¯s wait until the end of the month so that Maggie can bring this information back to Sleeping Island and complete the task. But how is this possible? There is a true aristocrat determined to shelter witches? Even going so far as to become the leader of the Witch Union? The psychological shock caused Sylvie to fall in a kind of trance, only when His Highness started arranging their rooms for the night did her soul finally return. ¡°The current situation is roughly like this, by now the witch house is still not completed, so you will have to temporarily live within the castle and share a room with the other witches. Of course, this should also help you to quickly blend into life here in Border Town.¡± Then Roland announced, ¡°Tonight, there will be a lavish dinner waiting for you. It will be the official welcoming ceremony to celebrate your arrival in Border Town, I hope everyone will enjoy it¡±. Seeing the result of their room arrangements Sylvie breathed out in relieve. In the end, it was arranged that she would live together with Wendy. Looking back at their short contact, Wendy was indeed a good senior who would be easy for her to get along with. However, in addition to Wendy there seemed to be another witch that was living in the room who was called Nightingale.¡± Sylvie couldn¡¯t help but think, I hope that the other person is also easy to get along with. Chapter 257 Chapter 257 Mystery Ever since the five witches from Sleeping Island arrived in Border Town, Roland was in a constant state of excitement. Which meant that even after the end of the banquet, he found it impossible to fall asleep as he lay in his bed. Without any better option available to him, he got up to drink half a cup of white spirit and tried forcing his body to fall asleep. On the next morrow, when the cicadas in the courtyard all began emitting ¡°ziya¡± sounds, he had already recovered a clear head. He was full of energy by the time he climbed out of bed, and after a simple washing he immediately headed to the office ¨C at this time the marble white color of dawn appeared in the sky, and sent out the first rays of the morning sun through the window, sprinkling it evenly throughout the room. Even after looking around for a long time, Roland was still unable to detect the familiar figure of the past. He was used to Nightingale being there, lazily laying on top of the chair whenever he pushed open the door and entered. With a helpless smile, Roland sat down at the table and removed a notebook from the drawer, then began to plan out the next generation of witch training programs. First, he would let Wendy and Scroll to help the newcomers become familiar with their new environment that they could start blending in with the community. Furthermore, he also planned to launch a sugar-coated bullet barrage, he would have the visiting witches fully enjoy Border Town¡¯s unique and comfortable lifestyle. Meaning that it wouldn¡¯t even be necessary for them to stay in town for his plan to succeed, even if they went back afterward, as long as they spread the news about the fabulous lifestyle in Border Town it would still be for the better. By the time the sun was completely hanging over the sky, Nightingale finally came into the office, ¡°Oh? You were actually able to rise so early today? Don¡¯t tell me that it¡¯s really as Lily like said, were you really so impatient for the new witches to arrive that you couldn¡¯t wait?¡± ¡°What kind of nonsense are you talking about?¡± Roland smiled as he asked, then put a bag of dried fish on the table, ¡°How did you get along with your new sister last night? ¡°Sister?¡± Nightingale curled her lips, ¡°You can¡¯t trust them too much.¡± ¡°What happened?¡± Nightingale reached out with her hand to grab the bag and then turned around to sit on the couch, ¡°The witch named Sylvie, out of the ten sentences she¡¯d spoken, half had been lies. Although they haven¡¯t been so grave as to mean that she has some evil intentions towards us there are certainly still a lot of thoughts she is trying to hide.¡± ¡°Well¡­ that¡¯s somewhat understandable,¡± Roland seemed to not care about it, ¡°She probably wanted to see if I was the real Roland Wimbledon or not.¡± ¡°What?¡± Nightingale blanked slightly. ¡°In case one of your close relatives were to suddenly change by a great deal, you would certainly also come to think that they had either been replaced or are become controlled.¡± He smiled, ¡°I guess Tilly thinks that one of those possibilities might have happened to me. In King¡¯s City, I was well known for always idling away my days, and being without any learning or skills. I was someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong. How could such a person so suddenly change as to straighten his back and start sheltering witches?¡± In fact, any bad comments that were used to describe the 4th Prince weren¡¯t exaggerations. One of his still existent childhood memories went like this: One time the 4th Prince was playing in the palace, and he ended up accidentally breaking a few crystal-glass jars. However, to avoid punishment not only did he push all of the blame on Tilly Wimbledon. No, to complete the forgery of the scene, he even pushed the around six or seven years old girl onto the broken shards of crystal-glass. Having this kind of dark history, wouldn¡¯t it be a wonder instead if the other party¡¯s impression of him was good? It was reasonable that there would be doubt when the older brother¡¯s nature showed such a dramatic change that he no longer appeared to be himself, in fact everyone would have liked to go and investigate these changes. ¡°Hearing you speak like this, I also want to know,¡± Nightingale asked curiously, ¡°Are you really Roland Wimbledon after all, or not?¡± ¡°I¡¯m both, so yes and no,¡± Roland answered, and spread out his arms. Nightingale was shocked, ¡°Why does my ability tell me that your sentence is true?¡± ¡°Because that¡¯s how it is.¡± Nightingale¡¯s ability could only detect deliberately told lies, and he didn¡¯t think he was telling her a lie. ¡°¡­¡± Holding her forehead and frowning for a long time, Nightingale finally decided to give up thinking about it, ¡°Well, I will just ask Anna about it later. No matter what, as long as I am familiar with the Roland in front of me, everything is good.¡± ¡°Of course, from the moment you knew me, I¡¯ve always been myself.¡± Roland smiled. After breakfast, Wendy brought the five witches from Sleeping Island over to his office. ¡°Good morning, Your Highness.¡± The five bowed in salute. ¡°Relax, I am not a person that is very particular about etiquette, you can address me the same way as you talk with Tilly,¡± Roland said as he waved his hand. ¡°During the first week I won¡¯t arrange any work for you . Instead, you should use this time to become familiar with the town¡¯s environment and lifestyle. You can freely visit Border Town, nobody will discriminate against you because for being witches. They also won¡¯t attempt to arrest you in exchange for money ¨C I have completely eradicated the Church¡¯s force across the whole Western Territory, so this place and Sleeping Island are the same, they are both places of freedom. ¡°I think that all of you already know of the cause for magic devouring your bodies, so by necessity your practice cannot be abandoned. During the day there are no restrictions, everything will be alright as long as you do not forget to come back and eat lunch. After dinner, you have primary education classes, which including learning how to read and write, there will be simple math, and natural knowledge. Tilly may have already told you this, but apart from crossing the day of adulthood, the ability of a witch can be strengthened even further. To do so it is necessary that you master this knowledge, every one of you that are interested can come and attend the classes together with the rest of Border Town¡¯s witches. ¡°Furthermore, each month you will receive one gold royal as remunerations, as well as have the weekends off and you will also be given paid leave ¨C if you don¡¯t understand what this means, you can go and ask Wendy. In short, everyone¡¯s daily life will be the same as that of the Witch Union¡¯s. Sleeping Island is a home for witches, and the same is true for Border Town.¡± Roland paused, ¡°Our next task will be to test your abilities, Tilly¡¯s description in her letter wasn¡¯t very clear. But displaying you abilities here will be too much of an inconvenience, so let¡¯s first change to a more spacious location.¡± ¡°Please wait a moment, Your Royal Highness, there is something I have to give you first,¡± Sylvie spoke. ¡°What is it?¡± She untied the package in her hands, and placed several yellow parchments together with a letter on to the table, ¡°Lady Tilly discovered these documents within ruins in the Fjord, she wants to ask if you¡¯re able to understand the letters that the text is written in.¡± Puzzled, Roland opened the envelope, it didn¡¯t contain a long letter, so he quickly reached its end, yet the content inside set off monstrous, sky shaking waves within his heart. A man-made island, set at the bottom of the ocean, after hundreds of years of unpredictable changes due to the rising and falling tides, had an observation mirror that was operable inside, as well as a stone gate constructed within a cliff¡­ all this was simply unfathomable. Why would there exist such an unimaginable remnant in the Fjord? Moreover, the inquiries Tilly made at the end of the letter sent a tingling feeling all over his body ¨C glancing at the parchment, he was indeed a bit familiar with these words. ¡°Quickly go and bring Scroll over,¡± Roland instructed Nightingale. Not much later, Scroll arrived at the castle after rushing over from City Hall. After summoning her magic book, the Prince read it couldn¡¯t help but frown. When looking at the ¡°Holy Book¡± Cara had brought back from the ruins in the eastern forest, and the documents found in ruins in the Fjord, he found out that the characters used were exactly the same! This way confirming Tilly¡¯s guess to the letter, these ancient ruins had been built by the hands of the very same group of people. If it was the Church that built all these, why did they abandon them? Moreover, it wasn¡¯t only those magnificent buildings, even the records from four hundred and fifty years ago have been left behind but weren¡¯t erased. What was it they¡¯d wanted to hide? Even the burning hot sun of the final month of summer was powerful enough to let Roland feel even the smallest bit of warmth, but he now only felt an indistinct cold, both gloomy and chilly, come rising from the soles of the feet. Is the stone tower discovered by Lighting in the Concealing Forest also related to those ruins? And the demonic beasts, the Devils, and the Holy City of Taqulia ¡­ In the end, just what kind of accident happened four hundred and fifty years ago? At the bottom of Roland¡¯s heart, an unease was welling up. Chapter 258 Chapter 258 The Witches from Sleeping Island (Part 1) The letter also mentioned that Tilly was trying to translate the words and would like to know whether the Witch Union could provide her with any clue. Roland decided that he would include the news about the Devils and the Holy City of Taquila in his next reply to her. Furthermore, he also wanted to add Soraya¡¯s picture of the previous events. Maybe that information might somehow help her with her translation. This information wasn¡¯t suitable to be hidden away, as long as he could understand what kind of unforeseen event had happened more than four hundred years ago, it would help him prepare a response ahead of time. They might be even able to discover the weak point of the Church ¨C if there hadn¡¯t been something they needed to worry over, then there was no reason to go so far to bury the past in the soil. It was evident that there were some things that they wanted to keep from being discovered at any cost. In addition, it would be beneficial for them to send someone to explore the stone tower in the Concealing Forest. The access to the ruins in the Eastern Regions Sea Wind Region was blocked by the Church, while the ruins in the Fjords had been buried beneath the ocean¡¯s surface for longer period of the year. And beside the pile of books in the secret chamber, almost nothing else was left there. But seeing men¡¯s footprints within the depths of the Concealing Forest were rare, even the Church was unable to reach it so easily. So it was perhaps the place where they could go in order to find some useful clues. But the report about the Devil that Lightning had encountered also caused fear to arise in Roland. Such an exploration couldn¡¯t be done without the witches, but if he was to dispatch the witches and they suffered some losses, he would be unable to bear the guilt. After considering it over and over, Roland ultimately decided to wait until the First Army had been completely equipped with the newest generation of firearms. He would then let them embark together with the witches into the forest and he was sure they could then deal with every possible Devil they might encounter. Suppressing the seething unrest within his heart, Roland revealed a forced smile, ¡°I understand what Tilly¡¯s is trying to do. So I will write a reply to her with a good descriptions of the situation, but nevertheless it is still better if we first proceed with your capability tests.¡± After all, developing one¡¯s strength as far as possible during peacetime was the right choice of action. That way, when war inevitably arrived, they would at least have the ability to keep on fighting. ¡­ A test site was selected that was once more outside of the city walls. In order to prevent any people from entering the testing ground, Roland had also mobilized to First Army to enclose the surroundings and also hinder anyone who tried to enter or leave. The first one who went through the testing was Lotus. Her age was similar to Nightingale¡¯s, she possessed short voluminous black hair, and facial features were the ¡°pretty daughter coming from a humble family¡± type, her overall appearance was quite lovely. With a small size of around one meter fifty and a skinny body, when compared to the tall Nightingale, she looked like a little girl who has yet to completely grow up, giving off a sense of weakness. But if there was one thing that couldn¡¯t be called weak it would be her abilities. Within a five-meter area, she could easily change the topography of the land beneath her feet. The description of the letter was far from the shock he felt when seeing it. During the test, Lotus let the earth beside her rise up vertically, like an ¡°earth pillar¡± which was growing into the sky. It was only when the ¡°earth pillar¡± reached a height of seven to eight meters that it finally collapsed because of the structural destabilization. According to Lotus, the more loose the ground was, the less magic it took to transform, but at the same time, the quality would also become inferior. Houses and walls built this way would also be of lower standard. If the main component of the ground was gravel, it also became difficult to create something decent ¨C apparently, she could only change the terrain, not modify the material of the earth itself. Of course, this problem could be solved by simply expanding the scope and thickness of the growth. Roland let her demonstrate her power once more by asking her to build a house, but the soil of the Western Territory was clearly not as packed as the soil found on Sleeping Island. The earthen house which directly rose out of the ground pressed together several times before it finally formed a building with spaces for a window and an archway, but to make this possible the final walls thickness needed to reach half a meter. After the completion of the house, it looked like a simple and crude cave and could only fulfill the most fundamental demands for a living place. Compared with the arrangement according to the compact architecture of a brick house, it fell short by a lot. But then again, living in a house cave was much better than living in a wooden sheet with air leaking in all over the place. At least in winter, with a brazier and a kang, this house cave would become warm. So, in case he wasn¡¯t able to build enough brick houses before the arrival of the Months of Demons, he could still temporary use those cave houses. The last part of the test was the summary of the examination ¨C Lotus¡¯ ability belonged to the summoning type, she possessed no branching ability, and her ability to shape the terrain was effective within a five-meter range. During her casting, it was easily affected by the power of a God¡¯s Stone of Relation, but the moment the land had been transformed it wouldn¡¯t shrink back after. ¡°How is her magic level?¡± Roland asked. ¡°It looks like a brown cyclone, with a very dense center, compared to the other witches, her magic level is superb,¡± Nightingale said, ¡°It is relatively close to Leaves¡¯.¡± ¡°Consumption?¡± ¡°When raising the ground level it isn¡¯t bad,¡± she said while looking towards the bulging stone wall at the food of the North Slope Mountain. ¡°However, when using her magic to transform the earth it rapidly declines, I¡¯m afraid she will only be able to maintain it for one or two double hours. Roland nodded, Leaves¡¯ amount of magic power was the third most within the Witch Union, second only to Anna and Soraya. After all, having enough magical power was the premise to continually putting one¡¯s ability to use ¨C of course, there was also cases like Nightingale and Lightning, who had abilities with a low power consumption and thus even with a small magical source they could still activate their ability during the whole day without facing any difficulty. After recording the information within a book, Roland began the test of the second witch. ¡°Who wants to be next?¡± ¡°I, I, I!¡± Honey raised her hand. Seeing her enthusiasm, Roland smiled, ¡°Alright, then let me see your ability first.¡± The girl named Honey was of a similar size, even somewhat shorter than Lotus. She had passed her day of adulthood just in the previous winter and seemed to have a very lively temperament. She had a head full of short fluffy curling brown hair, which resembled some fried dough twists. Her skin was slightly darker, and around her neck, wrists, and ankles she wore chains of animal teeth. Her primary ability was called ¡°beast tongue¡±, which allowed her to tame all animals inside her range. With it she could tame animals from all species that would carry out her orders afterwards. However, the extent of the command wasn¡¯t allowed to go over the ability of the animal and after the task was fulfilled the taming effect would automatically be lifted, or it could be lifted beforehand out of her own initiative. Furthermore, Honey also had a fascinating branch ability: ¡°animal messenger¡±. With it she was able to pass the taming command from one animal to another until it reached the target animal ¨C for example, if there was only a bird around her, she could let it seek for a more powerful animal to serve her. Perhaps a grown cat, maybe a ferocious eagle, this process couldn¡¯t be controlled by her, making the final result somewhat uncertain. However, no matter if it were her primary or her branching ability, both were directly influenced by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Especially animal messengers, a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation would immediately erase the instruction so that the animal would be set free. And also, the bigger the animal she tried to tame was, the more magic she would have to spend. According to her own words could she control a dozen birds at the same time, while in the event that her target was a cow, she would only be able to manage two or three at a time. The third witch to be tested was Evelyn, she was about twenty-five to twenty-six years old, with an accent that typical came from the people of King¡¯s City, which gave her immediately a somewhat familiar feeling. According to Tilly¡¯s list Evelyn was able to change low-quality wine¡¯s flavor and style entirely according to her preferences, as long as she had tasted it previously before ¨C from the beginning the reason that Roland had chosen this witch was evident, that was to get pure alcohol. Since she can change diluted ale into a delicious wine or fruit wine, liquor shouldn¡¯t be a problem for her, right? For this regards, Roland had carefully prepared a few bottles of good wine, with a concentration from 5o% until 95%. Even though they were a bit spicy and burned, but as long as you only drank one or two mouthfuls of it, there shouldn¡¯t be a big issue. The crucial point was to let her agree that the transparent liquid that burned the throat was indeed a type of wine. But here in the countryside and under the scorching sun wasn¡¯t really a good place to taste wine. They had no access to delicious side dishes not any ice nor any crystal-glass cups. Furthermore, if he was to directly take out the white spirit with its strong burning scent, it was possible that the other side would misunderstand and think it was poison, because of this he thought that it would be subtler to act during the dinner. So just after asking Evelyn a few simple questions, Roland immediately moved over to the next witch. TN: The kang is a traditional long (2 metres or more) platform for general living, working, entertaining and sleeping used in northern part of China, where there is cold climate in winter times. It is made of bricks or other forms of fired clay and more recently of concrete in some locations. Fried Dough Twist Chapter 259 Chapter 259 The Witches from Sleeping Island (Part 2) The fourth to be tested was Sylvie. Whenever he faced the witch, Roland always felt a bit uncomfortable. It really wasn¡¯t because Nightingale had told him she lied too much, in modern society, with the exception of speaking to relatives and good friends, not even a dozen people could speak bluntly. Since long ago, he was already accustomed to hearing all kinds of flattering and rumors. He just felt that he had no possibility to hide anything from her. Even worse, he knew that it wasn¡¯t an illusion, but the other¡¯s ability. Being able to ignore all visual barriers, as long as she wanted, wearing clothes in front of her was completely useless. But within a dark corner of his mind, Roland lamented not having this kind of ability himself, while also involuntarily changing his sitting position by tilting his legs. Speaking of appearances, she could be considered as the most unique of the five witches: with aquamarine hair that dropped straight to her shoulders, slender eyebrows, and the fringes of her hair seemed to have the appearance of someone that had just stepped out of a picture. Especially her amber colored pupils, which were so transparent that they had almost no depth, as if they were mirrors that reflected all incoming light. Looking at them for a while, Roland felt as if a red beam could come shooting out at any moment now. Sylvie¡¯s ability was very easy to understand, using her inner sight, she was able to see everything ¨C even the area behind her back was not an exception. Furthermore, her vision could penetrate all barriers, the specific depths of the penetration depended on her own desire. She also possessed a similar branch ability as Nightingale did: She could see the gathering and dissipation of magic. Which itself was somewhat surprisingly to Roland, for the branch abilities to be so similar, then what about the primary ability? When he asked Sylvie this question, the latter first hesitated, but then said that from the hundreds of witches on Sleeping Island, there were no witches who had the same ability. He then felt a soft pinch on his left side coming from Nightingale, he knew that this sentence was the truth. The reason for this is probably because the sample is just too small, Roland thought. The last witch to be tested was Candle. She and Anna had both experienced their day of adulthood when this year¡¯s Months of Demons was happening. When she was still a minor, her ability could only be used for lighting candles, oil lamps, torches and the like. But after her day of adulthood when her magic had also become more stable, this effect had also been significantly enhanced. Furthermore, after that day, she had gained the ability to preserve an object¡¯s characteristics for a brief moment ¨C for example, after casting her magic on an ice cube, it wouldn¡¯t melt even after placing it in the hot sun. Instead, it would still send out bursts of cold. At first glance, this ability seemed to be simply incredible. With it, Roland would be able to do many things he couldn¡¯t achieve using conventional means. But after several rounds of testing, Roland had to acknowledge that in the end, her ability wasn¡¯t as perfect as he had imagined it to be. First, it belonged to the category of enchanting abilities, which meant that she needed to have direct contact with the target. This limitation made it difficult for Candle to preserve high-temperature objects. Thereupon his attempt to obtain a liquid drop of steel which would forever keep its incandescence state in that way providing the blast furnace with an everlasting heat source broke apart. With the exception of Anna, no one else would ever dare touch something that was as hot as a thousand-degrees with their bare hands. And in case the metal was turned into a long and thin iron wire, allowing Candle to keep hold of one end while enchanting the other also led to another problem. Which was that the more the object¡¯s state surpassed what was considered as its normal state, the greater the magical consumption would be, and the duration of the effect would also become shorter. Roland used ice to verify this point ¨C after solidification, he cut a block of ice into two equally large sizes. One he put onto the scolding hot ground while he threw the other into a basin filled with water. The former only persisted for an hour before it quickly began to melt, while for the other, besides cooling the water¡¯s temperature still maintained its original form. This meant that when the effect was placed on red hot iron or steel, it would only become more inefficient. Finally, the volume of the object was also a factor which restricted Candle¡¯s ability. Like Hummingbird and Mystery Moon, the greater the size of the object was, the more magic Candle needed to spend. According to Nightingale¡¯s observation, Candle¡¯s amount of magic was placed within the lower to middle ranks. It looked like a golden mist, which had yet to form a dense cyclone. But even with all these restriction, the somewhat introvert looking girl was still Roland¡¯s biggest harvest of this group of witches. In the field of industrial construction, being able to solidify an object¡¯s state could be considered as an utterly priceless treasure. The key lied in the word ¡°normal state¡±. The constant heating and cooling, friction, or any other kind of force which influenced the material would cause the metal to fatigue, which would lead to the deformation of the overall structure. But now he no longer had to worry about drills becoming too hot due to friction, and would no longer need to be concerned with a tools daily abrasion. If the key parts of the machines could be kept in a ¡°normal¡± state all of the time, it would mean that the machines could always maintain their state of maximum efficiency and could work at the best possible accuracy. In other words, Candle could effectively improve the mechanical strength of inferior materials. ¡­ Back to the castle¡¯s office, Roland took out the ability record and skimmed over them once again, and then started planning their future work. ¡°How were they?¡± Nightingale stuck her head out of the fog, ¡°Are you fond of any of those five in particular?¡± ¡°They are all pretty good,¡± Roland casually agreed. ¡°What?! You like all of them?¡± He threw her a glare, while the latter stuck out her tongue and then further nibbled at the fish in her mouth. Obviously, at present, the ones that were the most useful to him were Lotus and Candle. With her ability to transform the landscape, he could easily build a new earthen wall outside of the current city wall ¨C instead of having to build another fieldstone cement wall, in this way conserving materials and accelerating the construction process. As for the location she would work in he had selected the smallest sector between the foot of the North Slope Mountain and the Redwater River. It should be small enough that it could be completed before the arrival of the Months of Demons, while at the same time also limiting Border Town¡¯s westwards expansion. In the wake of the unceasing increase of population, it was only a matter of time before those pieces of wilderness and the Concealing Forest would be developed. The new earthen wall would be extended to the outer parts of the Concealing Forest, while it would already include some part of the forest. This expansion would double the current area of the town. As for lengthening the defensive line, this problem could be resolved through the expansion of the troops and by leading the demonic beasts to attack predetermined areas. However, compared with the previous years wooden pikes and flintlocks, today¡¯s First Army¡¯s firepower and rate of attack had undergone earthshaking changes. Furthermore, building batteries, bastions or similar defense measures was still possible after completing the new city walls. He also intended to let Lotus open up a path through the southern mountain, and in that way connect Border Town to the shoal. And as a result, the town could get its own natural harbor, which would also make trading with the Fjords much more convenient. Taking into account the huge amount of magical power she would have to spend to transform the rock, Roland estimated that this project could take up to several months¡¯ time. As for Candle, Roland planned, that she would work together with Anna and Lucy to create a new generation of machine tools for the production of firearms and other mechanical equipment. Another good point coming from this would be that Anna could also be freed from the tedious production process. Sylvie¡¯s task was very clear, her mission would be to explore the North Slope mine and the Concealing Forest. According to the stories from the miners, the North Slope Mine was a natural cave with a hundred or more channels, from which no one knew where they would end up. By now only twenty of them had been exploited and cleaned up, even though many kinds of ore had already been discovered. In the end, Roland still felt very curious about the credibility of the rumors that the mine was an ancient monster lair. Now that he had gotten hold of a witch who had the ability to see through walls, he desired the completion of exploration of the North Slope Mine together with drawing a detailed map. As they explored, Lotus could also adjust the terrain and in doing so increase the mining¡¯s efficiency. As for Honey, Roland didn¡¯t have a lot of ideas, except for maybe asking her to help him to strengthen his information transmitting system, in this era without any radios. For this, he needed a lot of well-trained birds which could serve as carrier pigeons. It wasn¡¯t necessary for them to be as smart as Maggie, it would already be good enough if they could forward the messages as quickly as possible. Chapter 260 Chapter 260 Perfumed soap and wine The sun slowly descended behind the western mountains, and the surging heatwave gradually began to vanish, even the chirping of the cicadas during the summer gradually subsided. However, compared to Sleeping Island which was enclosed by the ocean on all sides, the castle still seems a bit too hot. Evelyn, covered with sweat, reached the second floor, and the moment she pushed open the door to her bedroom she was enveloped in a burst of coolness. ¡°Today¡¯s test must have been hard on you,¡± a woman with black hair, a mature and capable appearance said while showing her a warm smile, ¡°How was it, did it go smoothly?¡± Her name was Scroll, not only was she the oldest witch of the Witch Union but she was also a very kind senior. Although they knew each other only for a day, Evelyn had already experienced the other¡¯s care and concern. ¡°I¡­ do not know,¡± Evelyn replied with some frustration. ¡°The other people were all able to show off their own ability. However, when it came to my turn, His Highness only asked me a few questions before he let me off. Is it¡­ because he thinks I¡¯m useless?¡± Coming over and offering her a cup of iced water Scroll answered, ¡°There doesn¡¯t exist an ability which completely lacks a function, it only means that the right way to use it hasn¡¯t been discovered yet. This is something His Highness has often told us, so you do not need to worry about that.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± she took the cup, started to speak but then stopped. ¡°Are you worried that he might decide that you are useless and because of this you¡¯d be left out?¡± Scroll could not help but laugh, ¡°If we were still the Witch Cooperation Association from before, that might be possible, but since we have arrived in Border Town, His Royal Highness has never shown any difference in how he treated us witches, that is something Hummingbird can attest to.¡± The girl who was currently immersed in searching for clothes in the cabinet answered in agreement, ¡°That¡¯s right. For example: Me, Mystery Moon, Lily ~ah, and also Miss Nana recently had nothing suitable to do, so His Highness even encouraged us to play Gwent to relieve our boredom.¡± ¡°Relieve¡­ boredom?¡± Evelyn¡¯s eyes became wide. ¡°Yeah, it sounds incredible, right? When there is something to be done, you have to work hard, but if there is nothing to do, you can play freely, at least that¡¯s what he said to me,¡± Hummingbird paused, ¡°It¡¯s only that I feel that His Highness is a little bit biased, he and Anna are clearly very close friends.¡± ¡°Of course, she is the first witch he ever got acquainted with, so their feelings to each other are much deeper,¡± Scroll interrupted and knocked against her head, ¡°Quickly go and get your clean clothes, if not there won¡¯t be much running water left tonight.¡± She then looked at Evelyn and said, ¡°You should also come with us.¡± ¡°Where are we going?¡± Evelyn asked in confusion. ¡°To take a shower,¡± Scroll answered with a smile, ¡°During the summer, there is nothing more pleasantly than standing in the shower to wash yourself.¡± When Evelyn followed the two into the bathroom, she couldn¡¯t keep herself from shouting out in surprise. It seemed she had stepped into an extensive grassland, a sea of clouds and mountains in front of her, and the setting sun falling through a window was reflected by the walls and dyed the clouds in a touch of gold. ¡°This is¨C¡± ¡°Soraya¡¯s masterpiece,¡± Scroll laughed, ¡°This is not a traditional decorative painting, you will understand it when you take off your shoes.¡± Following her words, Evelyn took off her wooden sandals and put them onto a shoe cupboard beside the door. She then stepped barefoot on the ¡°grassland¡±, and immediately understood the meaning of Scroll¡¯s words. The tactile sensation she felt coming from the soles of her feet was similar to that of walking over dense grassland. Moreover, it felt as if the lawn was sprinkled with water droplets, a reminiscent of the feeling after a heavy rainfall. In the meantime, Scroll was already taking off her clothes, loosened the braids to free her her tails, and let her long black hairs fall down. Evelyn then saw her go toward the wall, screw a wrench, and several water threads suddenly spray out from the pole extending overhead, covering her completely. ¡°How about it, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s convenient?¡± Hummingbird came over and placed something round into her hand, ¡°This is a bath article developed by His Highness himself, when used during a shower the feeling cannot be more wonderful. Come on, I¡¯ll show you how to use it.¡± ¡­ When Evelyn returned to the bedroom, she felt as if her whole body had become lighter. Evelyn had never experienced such a comfortable bath. Using the scented soap covered her entire body in bubbles, and after she washed them away with water, the sticky feeling she had felt from head to toe was immediately swept away, replaced by a fresh and smooth feeling. After putting on the clean clothes, the hot air seemed to have become cool, and when lifting her arm, she could smell the fragrance of roses left behind on her skin. Is this the daily life of the witches of the Witch Union? Evelyn was still somewhat struck in disbelief, she was born in the outer city of King¡¯s City, to a family who ran a pub. Even though most of their customers had been farmers and peasants, yet one of their always recurring topics of conversation had always been about the nobles¡¯ lives in the inner city, so while serving the wine she had heard many stories. About things such as gilded bathtubs filled with wine, as well as milk filled bathtubs sprinkles with rose petals¡­ but even the most unbelievable rumor, could never match her experience today ¨C at least Evelyn thought that a bath in milk or wine could never feel as comfortable as this did. Remembering that the owner of this castle was a real prince, it was only normal for him to pay extra attention to his comfort and enjoyment. But that the witches could actually enjoy the same lifestyle as the royal family was naturally hard for her to imagine. Before leaving for Sleeping Island, she had already experienced that even being able to maintain an ordinary life was already considered an extravagant hope. ¡°Hungry?¡± Scroll wiped her hair dry and retied her braids, ¡°It will soon be time for dinner, so we should go to the hall now.¡± The living room was located on the first floor, the long wooden eating table was filled with all kinds of dishes. Roughly counting, Evelyn saw six pots of meat, as well as egg soup, vegetable soup and roasted mushrooms, which was not much worse than yesterday¡¯s welcome feast. Waiting until all the other witches had taken their place, they all started together. She soon noticed that apart from the knife and fork some people were also using a pair of wooden sticks to eat their food. The same was also true for His Royal Highness, the times he picked up the knife and fork was even less than the others, and the way in which he moved his hand while using the wooden stick looked very flexible. The food served at the table also had no big steaks, whole chicken or ducks ¨C different from the commonly seen food in the taverns, the stake was already cut into many small pieces, while the wild boar legs had already been freed from the bones, allowing it to be eaten by simply picking it up. When the dinner came to its conclusion, the Prince suddenly clapped his hands and announced, ¡°I recently developed two new things and I plan to spread them around as merchandise, but I¡¯m still not sure about its result. So I want you to try it in advance and afterward give me your opinion.¡± ¡°What is it, something to eat?¡± ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll try it!¡± ¡°Me too, goo!¡± The witches of the Witch Union immediately cried out in approval. Seeing their reaction, Evelyn turned with a shocked look on her face to Scroll, only to see the latter smile and then explain, ¡°His Highness creates some novel things, such as the perfumed soap you previous used, or perfume, chopsticks, Ice cream¡­ Before he puts them into production, he will always let us test them first.¡± ¡°Cough, cough,¡± the Prince cleared his throat, ¡°The first thing is a wine, which compared with the typical ale and wine¡¯s taste is much more mellow and rich, but also more intoxicating. Therefore, the minor witches aren¡¯t allowed to participate.¡± ¡°Your Highness, this is prejudice!¡± Lightning shouted, ¡°I can drink a lot more than the adult sailors!¡± ¡°Even though it is still out of the question.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± The little girl pursued her lips, but Roland was still unmoved and instead told the attendants to serve the good liquor to the adult witches. In front of Evelyn were placed three cups ¨C looking at the sparkling crystal glass cups she saw that they had all been filled with different drinks. One cup was filled with a colorless liquid, which looked similar to water, one cup was milky white, while the last cup was a shiny orange. Within the vibrant candle light, she could see some small objects floating in the last cup, which conversely seemed to be an unfiltered fruit wine. ¡°They are white wine mixed with apple juice, white wine mixed with milk, and finally, pure white wine,¡± Roland introduced, ¡°Ice can be added according to your tastes, but the more you put in, the more the wine¡¯s flavor will be diluted.¡± He then smiled to Evelyn, ¡°You have been staying in the capital¡¯s pub for a long time, and you also have the ability to make different kinds of drinks, I hope to hear your evaluation of this new type of wine.¡± Evelyn could not stop her heart from dancing for a little while, she picked up the cup with the orange drink, pursed her lips and swallowed a mouthful. And sure enough, just as His Royal Highness had said, the flavor of the white wine was far more intense than that of ale. It even burned her throat somewhat. It tasted bitter at the tip of her tongue, but the apple¡¯s taste also diluted its impact. Lastly, there was the wine¡¯s own rich and mellow aroma ¨C the succession of several flavors resonated inside her mouth, forming an excellent wine like she had never tasted before. The white wine mixed with cow milk was a little milder, almost completely covering over the bitterness. Besides the cow milk she could also taste something which must have been honey or perhaps sugar. This sweetness formed an entirely new flavor together with the aromatic wine. Turning to the last cup, Evelyn heart was already filled with expectation she readily took a small sip, then a burning hot sensation immediately rolled all over her tongue and down her throat ¨C just like she had already anticipated it, it had no other flavor, only the pure flavor of wine. First burning hot and then followed by a bitter sweetness. ¡°All the tastes of these glasses of wine are¡­ unforgettable,¡± she put down the cup and took a deep breath, ¡°Your Royal Highness, some people may be unable to accept its strong and irritating flavor. But I think that people who truly love to drink wine, will be unable to resist possessing wine with such a mellow and rich flavor.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland laughed, ¡°That¡¯s good to hear, but it wasn¡¯t the case that the cup contained the strongest of white wine. I¡¯m sure that I can improve its rich and mellow flavor even further, so when that times comes I want you to sample it for me again.¡± Uh, did he pick me to test the new wine for him? Although Evelyn was somewhat confused, she still opened her mouth to reply, ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± When the cups and plates were removed, the Prince ordered his attendants to bring over a pile of boxes and place them on the long table. ¡°These are my second creations, and also a little present I¡¯m going to give you,¡± he paused, ¡°it is a piece of special piece of clothing.¡± Chapter 261 Chapter 261 Gifts After dinner, Nightingale returned to the bedroom while holding the unopened box in her hands. She was followed by Lightning, Maggy, Lily, and Mystery Moon, who also entered after her, keeping their attention focused on the box the entire time. ¡°How is it?¡± Wendy couldn¡¯t stop herself from teasing them, ¡°Would you like to take a look at what¡¯s inside?¡± Except for Lily, the three others nodded again and again. ¡°His Highness is totally biased!¡± Lightning muttered, ¡°First he doesn¡¯t let us taste the wine, and now we don¡¯t even get a gift!¡± ¡°He said that it was only for the adult witches, ah,¡± Lily sighed, ¡°Just wait until you are old enough, if you asked him then, you would also get one. Furthermore, I¡¯m not interested at all about what kind of cloth is inside, so why did you drag me over here?¡± ¡°Hey,¡± Mystery Moon looked amazed, ¡°I merely called you, no one pulled you along, ah.¡± ¡°I¨C¡° ¡°Stop, that isn¡¯t the important point!¡± Lightning shouted, ¡°Mystery Moon is already of age, and Maggie is also an adult, but they both didn¡¯t get it!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, goo!¡± Maggie pushed the white hair which covered her face to the back and raised her chin in protest, ¡°I also didn¡¯t get it, goo!¡± ¡°This¡­ His Royal Highness surely has his own reasons for doing that.¡± Nightingale also felt that it was a bit strange, previously Roland had never treated anyone differently, so why did he do so this time? ¡°For now, let us just look at what is inside.¡± When she opened the box, all she saw was a strange piece of ¡°clothing¡± ¨C it looked like something made out of a few bands and two pockets. When she touched it, it felt very soft and had evidently been made out of the highest quality silk fabric, but no matter how she looked at it, she couldn¡¯t understand what kind of cloth this should be, it was simply too small.¡± ¡°There is a piece of paper under it,¡± Lightning suddenly shouted. After spreading out the sheet of paper, Nightingale discovered that it not only contained a description and usage for the gift, but also a diagram describing how it should be used. ¡°Uh¡­¡± Wendy who had opened her own box asked in confusion, ¡°This thing is called a bra?¡± ¡°¡­ it can bring relief to the chest area by reducing its weight, it promotes blood circulation, stabilized the posture while simultaneously lessening the discomfort caused by friction to the skin.¡± Reading the letter Nightingale¡¯s voice became smaller and smaller, while her cheeks suddenly became hot and red. This thing is actually used to hold the chest? She couldn¡¯t stop her eyes from wandering over to Wendy, only to discover that the other witches¡¯ vision had simultaneously moved over to her. They all suddenly showed an understanding expression. ¡°Pfft,¡± Lily couldn¡¯t suppress her laugh any longer, ¡°Now you finally understand why you didn¡¯t receive a present, right? Tsk, now I have to correct my words from before, even if Lightning was fully grown up, it might be possible that she still won¡¯t receive a gift.¡± ¡°The same seems to be true for you,¡± Mystery Moon said while she goggled at her. ¡°I don¡¯t want it anyway,¡± the latter turned away and showed a supercilious expression. ¡°This should be similar to a skintight corset, right?¡± Only Lightning seemed to be completely unmoved. Rather, she was looking at it with eyes full of curiosity and envy, ¡°Can you wear it so that I can take a look?¡± ¡°Of course not!¡± Wendy suddenly exposed a rarely seen embarrassed appearance then started driving the four of them out, only then was she able to feel relief, ¡°How can it be that His Highness suddenly¡­ present us with this?¡± Thinking about it Nightingale also felt a bit embarrassed. If he had given simple personal clothes it would have still been proper. After all, we usually fetched ours from the castle anyway, so no one would feel too embarrassed about it. But these clothes are made with different sizes, which means, that before Roland gave us our gift, he had carefully observed each person¡¯s size? The idea of this caused her to blush, and she couldn¡¯t help but want to hide in her fog to escape. By the way, what would Anna do? ¡°I¡¯m leaving, but I will return quickly,¡± Nightingale said then stepped into the fog, passed through the walls. Hesitating for only a moment when she came over to Anna¡¯s bedroom, but she still decided to knock on the door. Soon the door opened, showing Anna, dressed in a nightgown, looking the same as usual. ¡°Is there anything?¡± ¡°Uh, I want to ask¡­¡± Nightingale stepped into the room and closed the door, ¡°His Royal Highness also sent a gift to you right¡­ what do you think about it?¡± ¡°I¡¯m already wearing mine, it¡¯s very convenient.¡± The other side¡¯s answer caught her somewhat off guard, ¡°You already put it on?¡± ¡°Um,¡± Anna nodded, ¡°Do you want to see?¡± ¡°No, no, that¡¯s not necessary,¡± she hurriedly waved her hand to stop Anna, ¡°I just want to ask, do you not think it¡¯s strange?¡± ¡°Why,¡± Anna became clearly puzzled. ¡°His Royal Highness already said that he wanted to promote it and sell it as a commodity to even more people. So we need to help him by wearing them in advance. And also, they are pretty good,¡± she patted her chest, ¡°It¡¯s both, soft and flexible. Also, with the hook at the back, it isn¡¯t so easy for others to take it off, so it¡¯s much better than wearing many layers of undergarments.¡± So, that¡¯s how it is¡­ Nightingale couldn¡¯t refrain from sighing in sorrow, she doesn¡¯t care about these minutiae things. Instead, she only focuses on achieving His Highness goal. Perhaps this is what makes her so unique, she was pure and straightforward. Since it was a gift from Roland, Nightingale knew that she would try it in the end, so what reason was there to be so self-conscious about? Previously it has also been the same thing, it was completely unnecessary to wish that he didn¡¯t see me. Instead, I should have confidently told him my thoughts right away ¨C if it had been Anna that¡¯s definitely what she would have done, right?¡± Thinking of this, Nightingale returned to her room, picked up the bra and studied it for a while, then hid in the fog as she put it on, before covering herself with her usual outer clothing, and finally reappearing before Wendy afterward. ¡°It¡¯s a little too big,¡± she tried jumping, ¡°But it is indeed very comfortable to wear. At least it isn¡¯t as rough as those boring old clothes, they would always painfully rub my chest. Moreover, they do not affect one¡¯s movement, which makes it unnecessary to bind a cloth band around your chest, which is quite convenient¡­ You should also to try it.¡± ¡°No, I still do not need¡­¡± Wendy shook her head. ¡°How can that be,¡± Nightingale chuckled while pulling the other into the fog. ¡°I always feel it was because of you, that His Highness designed this.¡± * Sylvie felt that today she had seen more marvelous things than in the past few years put together. The pipe which released water at the mere pull of a lever. The soap which cleared away dirt and left behind a fragrant odor. And the drink which set the throat a flame ¨C but could it be, that Evelyn had already finished her task by accompanying His Highness to drink the three cups of wine? Naturally, the most incredible part was the gifts which had been given out after dinner¡­ She knew that the nobility had the practice of sending over corsets when they approached someone, however, others would usually pair it with a cinched waist dress. Who would just gift this outright by itself? And even if they send it as a gift, it would only be sent to people they are very close to¡­ for example, lovers. But listening to His Highness explanation, he didn¡¯t plan on only giving this close-fitting garment to just the witches, but to also spread it even further. Does he want to spread it through the whole Western Territory? Sylvie could feel goosebumps all over her body, what kind of noble would choose to do this business, or could it be¡­ does he have some kind of unusual interest in the chest and buttocks? After Nightingale pulled Wendy into the fog, she could only vaguely see two blurs of light and shadow floating near the bedside ¨C since they didn¡¯t come out after a long time, it was obviously that under the former¡¯s coaxing Wendy had finally decided on accepting the gift. Then, what about the other witches? Do none of them understand the meaning of sending over personal clothes? Recalling Ashes¡¯ warning, Sylvie couldn¡¯t help but swallow. She was right ¨C His Highness is indeed a dangerous person. If I can, it¡¯s better to stay even further away from him. Chapter 262 Chapter 262 The bridge across the Redwater River A week later, Roland officially started the great steel-bridge construction project. ¡°You mean, I should raise two lands in the middle of the river, which will act as the foothold of the bridge pier?¡± Lotus looked at the surging river and asked in amazement, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you plan to construct an actual bridge, rather than a pontoon bridge to connect both sides of the river?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Roland spread out the scroll he held in his hand, ¡°Taking into account the impact of the river current, it is necessary for the two pieces of land to have a certain volume. They also need to be constructed in this way to reduce the force of the impact.¡± ¡°This¡­ looks like a ship,¡± Lotus let her view wander across the blueprint. ¡°That¡¯s right, speaking accurately it¡¯s called the spindle type,¡± he nodded, ¡°As long as they are built parallel to the direction of the flow, the impact it receives from the front will be reduced to the smallest amount possible. The problem is that the Redwater River is nearly ten meters deep, will you still be able to make the earth rise?¡± ¡°This shouldn¡¯t be hard to do, Your Highness,¡± Lotus simply replied, ¡°Just give it to me.¡± To be safe, the ship responsible for carrying the witch was Little Town, standing on the massive hull of the cement ship floating in the river was like standing on land. It was still Lightning who took over the position of the helmsman, while Wendy was again responsible for providing the wind. But during the last week, it seemed that the latter had avoided the Prince¡¯s line of sight, seemingly feeling a bit uncomfortable. Until this day when Roland saw her walking around with her head held up, looking as if she was back to her usual self again. And finally, when she went past him to board the ship, he even heard her whispering a soft ¡°thank you¡±. ¡°This is something you can come thank me for,¡± Nightingale whispered into his ear from within her fog. The Little Town soon left the pier, driving to the center of the wide river. Carter had already pulled a hemp rope across the river, there were two red cloth belts tied to it which marked the location for the piers. After the cement boat arrived at the site of the first pier, Lotus went to the ship¡¯s railing and began to put her ability to use. Looking at the river, its surface suddenly resembled boiling water, sending up one bubble after the other, while slowly forming a ¡°hill¡±. Not long after, gravel together with algae and silt began to rise from within the surging river water, gradually turning all of the water muddy. So, that¡¯s how it works, Roland thought. Her ability could not only transform a solid surface, but also water. Furthermore, it was even easier to lift than loose gravel was. Even though the surging river was immediately washing it away, but by now the river bed had already been lifted up a little. Not long after, a gray mass of mud appeared on the water surface. It seemed to be very soft, but it also gave off a very unpleasant odor, making it impossible for all those present to not cover their noses. However, in Roland¡¯s eyes, this gray mass was the best kind of fertilizer. The soil contained hundreds of years of fish and other aquatic bones, aquatic plants, as well as the inhabitants of the depths¡¯ excrement. If the transport wasn¡¯t too inconvenient, Roland would like to gather all of this soil and use it as fertilizer. Unfortunately, at present, it could only be collected by hand through directly entering the river water. So, after clearing up the fertilizer layers and improving the section, he finally saw the yellow-brown solid earth he had waiting for. The following steps were to repeat the process again and again until the two pieces of land had been fully formed. Roland expected that this course of event would at least continue for around one week, but even after the soil was lifted up and broke through the water surface, it didn¡¯t mean that the land could be used. The flow of the river would unceasingly carry away the silt, and without further protection, even if the piers were formed according to the spindle design, they wouldn¡¯t be able to persevere for longer than ten years. Trying to come to a conclusion, Roland called Karl van Bate to his side, took out a piece of charcoal, and began to paint the steps needed to solidify the ground. ¡°Is your idea to dig holes into the soil and fill them up with cement?¡± This newly promoted Minister of Construction asked after analyzing the drawing. He once more proved why he had once been one of the most exceptional members of King¡¯s City¡¯s Stonemason Guild, Roland thought in satisfaction. With only a few words of what I was able to remember, and he immediately managed to understand my intentions. ¡°That¡¯s right, but every segment mustn¡¯t exceed five meters in length, while it should be around one meter in depth. When you¡¯re filling it up with cement, call for Lotus to let her bury it one meter into the earth. By repeating this we will be able to form a cement wall which goes straight from the surface of the river and into the river bed.¡± Roland had come up with this plan after seeing Lotus¡¯ ability in action. Since she could control the surface and make it drop, she could presumably also bury a structure that was above the earth into the ground. ¡°Your idea is indeed extremely ingenious,¡± Carl said with sparkling eyes. ¡°This way, even if the river washed away the outer soil, there will still be the cement wall left to block the water.¡± Roland nodded, ¡°The crucial point is to control the overall height of the cement blocks. If it is too small, it will lead to the problem where the bottom part will become unstable, while if it¡¯s more than needed, besides the waste of cement it will also delay the construction. So, I am laying responsibility for this take on your shoulders.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Royal Highness,¡± Karl agreed, ¡°Looking at the silt and soft soil coming up, I am guessing that the final height of the cement wall should be around twelve meters.¡± ¡°Also, after you surround all sides with the cement wall, don¡¯t cover the land in the middle with cement, I want to grow several kinds of flowers and grass on top of it afterwards,¡± the Prince warned repeatedly. ¡°Several kind of¡­ flowers?¡± Karl looked confused. After all, these walls were unable to be made watertight, and when the segments had to be repaired, there would always be gaps left behind. If you wished to consolidate the soil, the simplest method was to plant different kinds of grass and flowers ¨C the vegetation would reduce the water within the ground, while also reducing the soil erosion. That would be especially true after Leaves came and used her magic to lengthen the weeds¡¯ root system, in that way ensuring that the earth would be firmly knit together. After a simple explanation on how plants could strengthen the soil, Roland turned to look at the workers who were busy on the river banks, ¡°What is the current state of the bridge¡¯s approach construction?¡± ¡°We are right in the middle of laying the cement gravel for the road¡¯s surface,¡± Karl reported without thinking, ¡°They should be completed by this week.¡± According to the plan, the approaches on either side of the river would be made by piled up fieldstone and cement, just like they had done with the city walls. As long as the positioning and measurement was correct, the construction itself wouldn¡¯t be that complicated. The highest point of the ramp was seven meters above ground, and it connected with the city streets through a long gentle and curving slope. There was also some further height difference between the river¡¯s dike compared to the water surface. After finishing the construction of the bridge, the difference between the water surface and the bridge should be around twelve meters. Which ought to be high enough for sailing ships to pass through. So far only the first step of the bridge itself was completed, and it was currently undergoing a strength test on the shore ¨C due to its small span, the load placed on it would be very small. This way the bridge would still be reliable even though Roland was ignorant about bridge engineering. In the absence of the eight wheel trucks from appearing in later centuries, a thirty-centimeter strong I-beam should guarantee the bridge¡¯s stability. Even if the bridge was completely filled with people, it would still be impossible to break the steel beam. Even more so since the process of its construction, from assembling to welding it, had been completely taken care of by Anna, so the probability of a jerry-built construction project was extremely low. Equally, the installation of the bridge would also be very simple. When the three-span bridge was completed, Hummingbird would use her ability to reduce its weight and would then give it to Lightning so that she could take it to its intended location. From that point on two wagons in parallel could use the steel bridge to cross the Redwater River at the same, something which truly connected the northern and southern side. ¡°Even if they were the greatest of mason, it would still be hard for them to imagine such a magnificent bridge,¡± Karl lamented as he looked at the wide river¡¯s sparkling surface, ¡°Your Royal Highness, does this steel bridge have a name? After thinking about it, Roland announced, ¡°I presume it should be called ¡®Redwater Bridge¡¯.¡± Chapter 263 Chapter 263 ¡°Ripened Wheat¡± Under the hot scorching sun, Sirius Daly, wearing a straw hat, was walking along the river¡¯s shore, examining the growth of the wheat. Now four months after the planting, this day was the day in which the wheat had finally ripened. As far as the eye could see, there was an unending cornfield surrounding him like a golden ocean. The wheat¡¯s ears were thick and full, the amount of fruit had more than doubled, and was even bigger than that of any spring wheat he had seen before. There was no need to wait until the weighing of the harvest, Sirius already knew that this year was bound to be a bumper harvest. Without a doubt, this was surely because of the witches¡¯ contribution. He had accompanied his father in planting for ten years now, so he naturally knew what common wheat looked like. One wheat plant would have between one to three ears, and each ear could produce twenty to thirty fruits. That the fertility of the soil could actually influence the wheat grain¡¯s size was still believable, but could it so straightforwardly double the size of the caryopsis? Besides it being the work of a witch, he could think of no other explanation for this. It seems that there had been many changes like this one, for instances, the new water towers looming over Border Town ¨C he had once observed those huge monstrosities from close up, and come to the conclusion that it would be impossible to install those steel tubes that were even larger than a residential building by depending on human strength alone; yet they had been built almost overnight. Nowadays, the people living in the new district only seldom needed to carry a bucket and go draw water. As long as they unscrewed the faucet, cool well water would come flowing out from the pipe. The same was true for the ¡°islands¡± at the center of the Redwater River, since His Highness had held the Honor and Reward Ceremony, and Miss Nana had been put on the stage, the usage of the witches became more and more known. Raising those islands in the middle of the river, was obviously something that only witches could do. He had already asked City Hall¡¯s Premier Minister Barov about this matter, but the answer he got in return was that he didn¡¯t need to understand it, His Highness Roland naturally had his way. I presume it should be okay¡­ After all, the royal family always loved to meet head-on with the Church, even if the latter sends troops to suppress His Highness, they would have first to beat the First Army, only then would they be qualified to speak. Otherwise, the Western Territory can only ever belong to Roland Wimbledon. Duke Ryan is only the latest example. ¡°Sir, you have come,¡± two serfs in the field who noted Sirius Daly, immediately came forward and greeted him, ¡°You see, this piece of wheat field can be harvest now, the-therefore, may I ask you¡­¡± ¡°We wish to ask Sir, if the Lord¡¯s previous statements are still valid?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, that¡¯s right,¡± the other serf agreed while at the same time nervously rubbing his hands, ¡°Can we really be promoted to free people?¡± As the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, besides recording the best way to plant and creating a statistic about the harvest, Sirius also had another important responsibility: That was to communicate with the serfs so that they would listen to His Highness as well as the City Hall¡¯s policy. Although he didn¡¯t like coming in contact with these country bumpkins who all day long spent their life in mud, but his knight¡¯s self-discipline still let him fulfill his task. ¡°Do you see those slogans?¡± Sirius reached out with his hand and pointed towards the banner at the side of the farmland. ¡°Sir, I¡­ cannot read¡­¡± the serf confessed with an embarrassed smile. ¡°Labor creates wealth, and work changes destiny,¡± he stated. ¡°In other words, as long as you try to cultivate, you will have the opportunity to be promoted to become a free person. This is His Highness¡¯ promise, and it will come true.¡± ¡°Is, is that so? That¡¯s great!¡± ¡°After becoming a free man, you can live in the town center area, get your own brick house, as well as the right to a primary education. After that, you will no longer need to ask me for the meaning of that slogan.¡± Sirius once more repeated the corresponding propaganda. ¡°Yes, Sir,¡± The serf nodded excitedly. ¡°The weather is so hot, do you want to go to my shed and have a cup of cold water?¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t, right now you must be very busy.¡± He said and waved in the direction of the fields. Understanding his meaning, the two quickly said their thanks and bowed for a long time before finally returning to their areas and busying themselves with their work. This was the most frequently asked question he¡¯d heard in the last month. No matter how often he preached so, they would always take the trouble of coming to ask him again, fearing that His Highness would decide to cancel this policy in the blink of an eye. Not much further down the road, he was once again encircled by a group of people, ¡°Hello, Sir Sirius, after drying the wheat harvest, do we really only have to pay seven-tenths?¡± Hearing the question, Sirius cried within his heart. This question¡¯s frequency was second only to that of the ¡°the free person promotion¡±. ¡°During the first year, this is indeed the case, and from then on it will only become less and less. If you¡¯re promoted to become a freed person you will only have to turn over two-tenths, we have already repeatedly stressed this point.¡± ¡°As if I will ever be promoted,¡± a tall man said while touching the back of his head, ¡°That remaining three-tenths of wheat, can we¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªCan only be sold to His Highness, or used for your food, or be kept as seeds.¡± Sirius clapped his hands, bluntly calling all the surrounding serfs to come over, ¡°Everyone listen well, Border Town prohibit anyone from privately selling food. It doesn¡¯t matter whether it is sold to local townspeople, or to foreign businessmen, it is a violation of Border Town¡¯s law. If you do it, not only will your income be confiscated, you can also be imprisoned. ¡°What should we do if the Lord only offers a very low price?¡± The tall man muttered. ¡°It¡¯s only natural that there will be that kind of circumstance. The acquisition of food by His Highness is to stabilize the market price, so no matter if you have a poor harvest or a bumper harvest, it is unlikely to cause a substantial change in the price. Therefore, you don¡¯t have to hold wheat back in fear that you don¡¯t have enough to eat after selling it. You also don¡¯t have to worry about harvesting too much and being unable to sell, or of only being able to sell at a low price.¡± Sirius emphasized again, ¡°There is only one place in the whole Border Town where you can sell food, that is the convenience market, and that market falls under the management of our City Hall.¡± ¡°In the end, the price will be¡­?¡± ¡°Rest assured, His Royal Highness himself will announce it before he starts the acquisition.¡± Looking at the serfs dispersing in groups of twos and threes Sirius licked his dry lips and continued to check on the crops. He did not know how many of them would keep his words in mind, but Sir Barov had made it clear that His Highness would drive a hard-line in case he discovered any people smuggling food, punishing them severely. At that time, a young serf broke away from the crowd and turned back, ¡°Sir,¡± he gasped, ¡°I would like to ask you a question.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Do you know where Miss May and Miss Irene have gone?¡± He hesitated. ¡°Recently there haven¡¯t been any plays performed in the central square, so I wanted¡­ to ask you about their situation, whether or not they fell ill.¡± This was a new and exciting question, Sirius couldn¡¯t refrain himself from raising the corner of his mouth. If he hadn¡¯t seen them in the City Hall going through the formalities, he would have been unable to answer it, ¡°They went to Longsong Stronghold.¡± ¡°Ah,¡± the other side showed a disappointed expression, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that they no longer intend to stay in Border Town? ¡°They merely went to the stronghold theater to perform,¡± he shrugged, ¡°Furthermore, the weather is so hot nowadays, no one would have the heart to see them standing under the sun and drenched in sweat, right? Wait until fall, they will come back and perform a new show in the square.¡± ¡°It¡­ It is actually like this¡­ thank you Sir!¡± Looking at the back of the perfectly contented young man who was leaving, Sirius couldn¡¯t help but think of himself ¨C from a knight to a captive, then from being a prisoner to a City Hall officer, the experience of the past few months could be described as a series of ups and downs. He no longer wanted to return to his home in the Wolf territory, there he had nothing besides his shabby house and a flaky piece of wheat field. The reason why he had become a Knight was to break away from his father¡¯s lifestyle as a farmer. Not every Knight was as well regarded as Morning Light, who as the Duke¡¯s personal knight had the best territory and also his own entourage. His yearly salary now was more than he had ever gotten while being a knight, and there was still vast room left for growth. Perhaps it was finally time to bring his parents to Border Town, then marry a girl and start enjoying life. TN: Ripened wheat Please help us by answering What¡¯s your favorite quote? Chapter 264 Chapter 264 Bumper Harvest Border Town¡¯s finally welcomed its first day of harvest. Braving the hot sun, the serfs cut the straw stalks with their sickles and tied the batches of wheat into bundles so that they could move them to the other side of the river at a later time. Roland knew that freeing the wheat grain from the wheat kernel was a very cumbersome process, and the mechanical farm tools and harvesters also aren¡¯t invented yet, so for now they will still have to use their hands to separate, clean, dry, and screen the wheat. After the stalks of grain had been moved back to the camp, the serfs spread them out on the ground to dry in the sun and gathered several kinds of tools ¨C which more exactly was anything that they could lay their hands on: wooden sticks, stones, or rakes. They used these tools to repeatedly strike the wheat stalks and ears, trying to free the caryopsis from their hull, a process which often lasted for three to four days. In Roland¡¯s memory, the rural areas would often use cows and donkeys to pull a stone roller which pressed the grains out of their shell. Not only did it save a lot of labor, but it also removed the husks more evenly than when striking it. Roland had no other choice but to accept Border Town¡¯s backward standard of agriculture. After the striking, the serfs again used anything they could to turn over the wheat, even using wooden sticks if they didn¡¯t have any forks. Those who had nothing else even used their hands to directly grab the wheat stalks and throw them into the sky, the same as when turning stir-fry over in a pot. After going through the first striking, most of the outer shells of the grains should already be broken, this process should allow the fruits to separate from the ear of wheat. In fact, after threshing the remaining wheat straw still had plenty of uses. After being crushed, it could be returned to the fields or could be used as bedding for livestock, it could also be made into fodder or used for papermaking. However, Roland didn¡¯t have enough time to promote a green industry at the moment. All he could do was look on as the serfs brought those wheat straws to the river-side and burned them. In the days that followed, Border Town¡¯s sky was covered with a dusky smoke which was comparable to the time of the former cement powder pollution. During this time, Redwater Bridge¡¯s two spindly type islands had also been finished, with the construction of the concrete walls having also gone according to plan. For the base of the bridge pier they had used the same prefabricated method as for the main bridge ¨C first placing the steel and concrete into trenches to form the columns of reinforced steel, then reduce the weight and lift the walls in place. Finally it was Lotus¡¯ turn, she was in charge of sinking the walls into the earth until only a section of the steel plate was still exposed, to which they would later connect the bridge to. While handling these two projects, Roland spent this whole week traveling between the Redwater Bridge and the fields; which ended up giving him quite the tan. By the time the straw was cleared away with forks, only layers of grain and their husk was still left in the grain-yard. The serfs then swept it all together, and piled it into small hills. They then stepped on top of those hills, and used their shovels to throw the grains and husks into the air. Because the husks were so much lighter than the fruit, they were blown away further by the wind. As a result, the grain was still left at the foot of the hills, while the empty shells and debris laid at a distant location ¨C by using this kind of method the serfs were slowly able to gather all of the grains. Of course, wanting to completely clean up the husks was impossible. Furthermore, this process mixed the grain with the mud and gravel. Thus Roland decided that by next year¡¯s harvest, he would need to have prepared a sufficient batch of farm tools in advance ¨C inventing a harvester wouldn¡¯t be possible, but the sheller machine should still be easily to realize. He merely had to exchange the stone roller with a millstone, furthermore he could also install a sieve beneath it and use an air blower to separate the grain from the chaff. When the plump wheat grains were evenly spread over the whole valley, it looked like as if the entire northern shore of the Redwater River was covered by a golden layer. Looking at these golden fruits, Roland¡¯s heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. No matter whether the harvest would be enough to fill the bellies of ten thousand people, at least for Border Town, this counted as a memorable day. From today on, Border Town¡¯s food supply would gradually change from being totally dependent on imports to achieving self-sufficiency. After drying for three days, the wheat was all stuffed into bags and weighted. ¡°Your Highness, this was a great harvest!¡± In the afternoon, Barov excitedly rushed into the office, ¡°According to the preliminary statistics from City Hall, each field¡¯s allocated output was at least fourfold more than normal, the highest output even reached six times as much. So this year¡¯s harvest will be enough to fill all your subject¡¯s belly.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but laugh, ¡°It seems that the new barn in the castle district will no longer be so empty.¡± ¡°Do you know what this means?¡± The expression on the City Hall¡¯s Premier Minister seemed to be even more excited than Roland¡¯s, ¡°Border Town only needs to increase their numbers of farmers by 2000, and we will be able to satisfy the food consumption of 50¡¯000 to 60¡¯000 people! This is simply inconceivable, Border Town can definitely expand to become Graycastle¡¯s largest city, no¡­¡± He paused, ¡°The most magnificent city in the whole mainland!¡± The main reason why the city¡¯s population of this era didn¡¯t increase was because that the food production capability was just too small. For example, big cities like King¡¯s City that had more than 20¡¯000 people needed more than a dozen surrounding villages to provided them with enough food. Each village would once more needed almost one thousand or two thousand people, if even just half of them were engaged in farming, it could be estimated that nearly twenty thousand people were needed to support another twenty thousand. In other words, a farmer¡¯s food production, in addition to feeding their family and themselves was up to one other city resident¡¯s. This was the so-called invisible restriction of production capability. Roland feared it would be difficult for Barov to imagine, that after the mechanization of farming, just one person¡¯s output was enough to support tens of thousands of people. And that Border Town, in the absence of developing and spreading of agricultural technology, was still able to acquire this kind of bumper harvest, was mainly accredit to Leaves¡¯ magically transformed ¡°Golden Ones¡±. To employ as few farmers as possible for feeding as many people as possible. Liberating the human resources from simply cultivating land to move onto the industrial production was the strategy that Roland had decided on from the beginning. Now after the Ministry of Agriculture had obtained the best planting process, coupled with the iron farming tools and machines to help with the farming coming next year, the per capita production was bound to become higher and higher. ¡­ In the evening, Roland once again held a bonfire speech at the shore of the Redwater River ¨C it seems to be a return to the time from four months ago, it was evening, there was a roaring fire in the background, the crowd formed a dense mass, and the last rays of twilight fell over everyone¡¯s face. The only difference to that day was the expression on each person¡¯s face, compared to the beginning of when they had arrived and were feeling both terrified and uneasy, their faces on this day were all brimming with joy at the bumper harvest and couldn¡¯t conceal the expectation in their eyes. Roland stretched out his hand and moved it downwards, the scene around him quieting down immediately. Everyone was holding his breath, waiting for the Prince to fulfill his promise. ¡°I know what you want to hear,¡± he did not follow his usual practice of first announcing his name, and instead came straight to the matter, ¡°¨C I can tell you without a doubt, that the previously announced rules of promotion are still valid and will hold!¡± Just this sentence was enough to detonate the atmosphere of the scene, not one person there could restrain themselves from shouting out loud, many people fell on their knees and praised the Prince¡¯s kindness. ¡°Long live the Lord!¡± ¡°Long live His Royal Highness!¡± ¡°After the end of the grain weighing, the promotion list will be announced,¡± the moment the shouts had subsided a little, Roland continued, ¡°The City Hall will be responsible for your promotion to a freed person. At that time you can choose to either continue farming or come find a new job in Border Town.¡± ¡°Also, starting from next year, if your harvest next year is the same as those promoted this year, even if the output is not on the forefront, you will still be freed. In other words, as long as you work hard, you will be able to rid yourself of your status as serfs ¨C as I said, ¡®labor creates wealth, labor changes destiny¡¯.¡± He paused for a moment, looked around and then continued, ¡°I hope that in the coming days, there will be no longer any serfs in Border Town, and everyone will be my real subject.¡± The moment Roland¡¯s voice faded, the people¡¯s cheers unceasingly resonated throughout the sky above the Redwater River. Chapter 265 Chapter 265 The Last Enemy Timothy entered the Lord of the Port of Clear Water¡¯s circular room located at the top of the tower. Different from the more commonly seen castle¡¯s, this tower was both higher and narrower. Apart from dealing with government or for observing the outside, he was afraid that even gathering all of his cabinet ministers here to hold a council meeting was already impossible. None of the furnishings in the room had been moved, it was as if the owner had just left and would soon return. Facing the entrance was a reddish-brown square table, books were neatly and tidily arranged on it. And in the middle were several unfinished manuscripts and a quill that was inserted into an ink bottle; as if just waiting for someone to come and complete the files. Taking one step at a time, Timothy walked to the table and sat in the large chair. The seat was covered with a cooling mat that was sewn out of bamboo sticks. Something that was quite suitable for easing the sizzling heat of the final month of summer. A bucket of water had been placed next to the chair, it was evidently used to hold ice, also serving to dispel the room¡¯s heat and lower the temperature. However, today¡¯s weather was a bit gloomy, there were dark clouds over the sea, which lowered the temperature, and made the room appear to be less stiflingly hot. Timothy leaned forward, placed his face close to the surface of the tabletop and gently smelled it, filling up his nostrils with a faint and sweet scent ¨C this was Garcia¡¯s most loved bluish green sunflower fragrance. It was produced at the Cold Wind Mountain Ridge, and when compared with rugosa rose and rosemary it had a more unique and refreshing feeling, as if it contained some of the ice from the north. Only after using something for a long time, would it take over one¡¯s smell. There was no doubt that his sister enjoyed sitting on this chair, her hands on this table, either listening to a report or busy writing a decree. Thinking about this, Timothy couldn¡¯t stop himself from laughing. ¡°Haha¡­ha¡­haha¡­hahahaha ¡ª¡ª¡ª-¡± In the end, Timothy simply leaned against the back of the chair, raised his head and started to laugh at the top of his voice. He had finally won! Garcia had given up Port of Clear Water, and given up the Southern Territory, that was tantamount to giving up the throne of Graycastle. After receiving news that the Black Sail Fleet was sailing north, he immediately summoned the troops under his command and drove more than five thousand slaves, rats and criminals to the southern border and attacked Garcia¡¯s nest at the Port of Clear Water. The only resistance he encountered came from the Sandpeople from the extreme south. Timothy didn¡¯t know what kind promise they had agreed on, but they attacked him one after another, having no fear for their own lives. Moreover, the troublesome point was that they were also in possession of the Berserker Pill. The battle lasted for nearly half a month, but by exploiting his superior numbers, and repeatedly disrupting his enemy¡¯s counterattack, Timothy was able to slowly erode the Sandpeople¡¯s defense line. Nearly three thousand of his people had died in this battle of attrition, and if his men hadn¡¯t received the support of the pills, Timothy was afraid that his mob wouldn¡¯t have dared to set even a single foot on this battlefield. Not to mention ever dare fight against the fierce and barbaric Sandpeople here who had fought to their death. The final result of the battle was that he had to cross over a layer of corpses to be able to enter Port of Clear Water¡¯s Lord Tower. The title ¡°Queen of Clear Water¡± was history, the South of Graycastle had finally come back under his control. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Probably from hearing his carefree laughter, the Knight keeping guard outside, pushed open the door and entered the room. ¡°No harm,¡± Timothy answered and got up. He pointed to the knight and then over to himself, instructing him to follow, and then went through a side door to step on the balcony. He was immediately hit by the slightly salty sea breeze, which made his gown flutter. It seemed there was a storm approaching from looking at the dark clouds standing overhead that were growing thicker and thicker. That¡¯s truly unfortunately, Timothy thought, I was planning to see my third sister¡¯s port, piers, and the Lords Tower all fall victim to the flames, but now it seems this will be impossible. The last half year he had constantly been on the battlefield alongside his soldiers, there was hardly one month were he had stayed within King¡¯s city. He had entrusted his Imperial Prime Minister to take care of all the government¡¯s affairs ¨C although Marquis Wyke had seemed to be very loyal, but loyalty didn¡¯t mean that the other was able to forever lock their doorway and resist temptation, Gerald Wimbledon being the best example of this. He needed to return to King¡¯s City as soon as he could to stabilize the undercurrents of political unrest going on over there. The rain in the South would probably go on for several days, days he couldn¡¯t waste with waiting over here. ¡°I will go back to King¡¯s City early tomorrow morning,¡± Timothy opened his mouth and declared, ¡°Except for my personal guards and the Knights from King¡¯s City, all the other Knights and mercenaries will be handed over to you. Sir Ed Hawse, please take my place in defending the Southern Border. You must not allow the Sandpeople to even set a single foot within Graycastle¡¯s borders.¡± ¡°You¡­ will let me stay here?¡± The young Knight of the northern Hawse Family asked in surprise, ¡°But I would like to continue to fight at your side, Your Majesty. I ¨C¡° ¡°Knight, by defending the borderland you will also fight for me.¡± Timothy interrupted, ¡°Listen, there are still many things you need to do, so I have to leave the Southern Territory in the hands of loyal and competent people who are able to deal with the aftermath.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Ed was still a bit hesitant. ¡°I know what you are worried about,¡± the new King smiled understandingly and patted his shoulders. ¡°Rest assured, you won¡¯t stay here forever. When the matter regarding Port of Clear Water is finished, I will immediately recall you back to King¡¯s City. After all, Graycastle is not unified yet, I still need to recover the Western Territory, and for that, I will need even more Knights who can charge in and break through the enemy¡¯s lines. So, how could I ever forget you here?¡± Hearing these reassuring words, the young man looked up with shining eyes, knelt down then said, ¡°As you bid, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°Get up,¡± Timothy said while nodding with satisfaction. ¡°There are three things you have to do next. First, you have to take all the remaining inhabitants of Port of Clear Water into custody and escort them back to King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you want to hang these traitors?¡± The Knight asked surprised. ¡°No, they cannot be considered as real traitors. If they had indeed joined Garcia¡¯s side, they would have long left with the Black Sail Fleet. If I kill these people, it would only suit her more.¡± However, my third sister¡¯s influence is really beyond my expectation, of the more than 10¡¯000 inhabitants of Port of Clear Water, plus the captive slaves from Eagle City, there were actually only 400 people who didn¡¯t want to leave with her. If not for the Sandpeople¡¯s resistance, the Port of Clear Water would have been no different from an abandoned city. ¡°Your Majesty is benevolent!¡± ¡°The second thing you have to do is burn all the docks, shipyards and the Lords Tower, I want to let everyone in the South see that Garcia, the Queen of Clear Water, has ceased to be. Even if she comes fleeing back, only ruins will be left for her to return to.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the Knight agreed. ¡°The last thing I ask is that you gather all the refugees for me.¡± Timothy looked at the horizon over the sea, then calmly said, ¡°Furthermore, any homeless man, rat, bandit, and even the Sandpeople are acceptable. From the battle of Eagle City until today, the dispute in the Southern Territory has never been quietened down, so you should be able to find a large number of refugees living in the surrounding villages and towns. What kinds of methods you use to gather them doesn¡¯t matter, only that before the war against the West begins you will need to provide me with at least 5¡¯000 men. Garcia¡¯s escape proved the correctness of his strategy, as the ruler of more than half of Graycastle¡¯s population, he should use them to fight against the rebels ¡ª under normal circumstances, with a team of 100 Knights leading an army of several thousand commoners, the Knight¡¯s usually wouldn¡¯t even need to participate in the battle. Their only responsibility would be the distribution of the pills and commanding the battle. In front of an enemy who had the advantage of absolute numbers, as long as they unceasingly attacked, the enemy would be unable to resist them. If Garcia had shown an unwavering will and decided to defend Port of Clear Water to the death instead of retreating, she would have been bound to be swallowed up by the masses of people turned mad by the pills. Now he only had one enemy left, Roland Wimbledon in the western territory. Chapter 266 Chapter 266 Making up their mind ¡°Your Majesty, do you know why there isn¡¯t any news from my older brother?¡± Ed¡¯s question surprised Timothy for a moment, indeed, it had already been two months since he sent Lehman Hawes over to loot the Western Territory. No matter if he traveled further or decided to return, he should already have reported on the situation by now, or returned to King¡¯s City. Although one of the missions given to Lehmann was ¡°take as much control of the Western Territory as possible¡±, Timothy thoroughly understood that after the 1500 people took the pills they would become almost entirely useless. Wanting to only rely on them to occupy the Western Territory was a very unlikely situation, so the main mission was to seize Longsong Stronghold, loot the pills in the church, verify the details about the Duke¡¯s battle, then lastly go out to attack Border Town thereby consuming some of Roland¡¯s strength. He had already used this trick to deal with Garcia, so it could be described as a well-tested tactic of his. Even in the case that he was unable to capture the Port of Clear Water, and his militia was wiped out during the attempt to eliminate the enemy, most of his Knights would still be able to return safely. So as long as he assembled a group of useless people afterwards, they would be able to set out on an attack once again. But why is there absolutely no news about Lehman Hawes and his group of Knights? Timothy opened his mouth and slowly said, ¡°Maybe his return was delayed because of the attack on Border Town, or he may be on his way back by now.¡± He knew, that his reasoning was clearly quite weak, but he still did not want to tell Lehman¡¯s brother the most likely answer. ¡°Maybe when I get back to King¡¯s City, there will be a message from him waiting for me.¡± ¡°Then Your Majesty, at that time, is it possible that I can ask that you¡­¡± ¡°Tell you the news?¡± Timothy nodded, ¡°Of course, I will send a messenger to deliver it to you.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty!¡± The new King leant on the railing, watching the occasionally rays of light which appeared within the black clouds. The sound of thunder came from a far-off place, it wasn¡¯t loud, but rather deep and resounding, as if it struck directly into the heart. Ed¡¯s question had caused the joy in Timothy¡¯s heart to largely fade away. If it was said that Garcia Wimbledon¡¯s rebellion was as it was meant to be, and that Tilly Wimbledon¡¯s departure had disappointed him greatly, then the action of Roland Wimbledon was something completely unimaginable to him. He had always thought that it would be absolutely unnecessary for him to spend any of his energy on his incompetent younger brother. As long as he waited for some time, Roland would become fed up with Border Town¡¯s impoverished lifestyle and come back to King¡¯s City on his own, thus today¡¯s very real situation was completely unimaginable. Staying behind so as to take care of Border Town, safely making it through the Months of Demons, defeating Duke Ryan to seize Longsong Strong, and I have now, even completely lost contact with Lehman and his 1¡¯500 militia. In the end, how is this even possible? Timothy didn¡¯t have a deep understanding regarding his younger brother. In our childhood, no matter if it was Garcia or Gerald, they didn¡¯t love playing with him. Even after they became adults, they would only occasionally meet during the palace banquets. However, news related to his naughty and mischievous deeds never stopped, even father wasn¡¯t fond of him. Is it possible that he concealed his true nature from the beginning? As soon as the idea came up, Timothy also rejected it. Even if he is as smart as fifth sister, it would only affect his learning ability and his reactive thinking. During Tilly¡¯s childhood, there wasn¡¯t any difference between her and an ordinary girl ¨C how can someone be born with the knowledge on how to mask themselves and deceive others? It is inevitable that something must have happened after he had left for Border Town, which caused these changes. Timothy shook his head, and threw those distracted thoughts to the back of his mind. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, Your Majesty?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s nothing.¡± The new King took a breath, ¡°A storm is coming.¡± No matter what had happened to him. The situation is still the same. With Border Town¡¯s population and its position, he is already doomed without somewhere to retreat to ¨C he has no port or fleet. And with only the unreachable barbaric wasteland behind him, he can only defend his small corner to the death, waiting until he is completely swept off by my attacks. ¡°Do you insist on leaving tomorrow?¡± the Knight asked in fear. Timothy turned around, ¡°If you stop after encountering some rain, what would you do when you meet a real storm?¡± Sooner or later, Roland Wimbledon will kneel beneath my feet and beg for my forgiveness. I will inevitably put Graycastle¡¯s crown on my head. However, all of this is but a side act of a newly started play. The movements and intentions of the Church are becoming increasingly obvious. One day, the Church and Graycastle are bound to clash, that will be my real challenge. ¡°Go and attend to your own affairs. The sooner you are able to finish the task I¡¯ve given you, the sooner you will be able to return to King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°As you bid, Your Majesty.¡± Ed walked two steps away, but then turned back to ask. ¡°I almost forgot, may I ask Your Majesty, how do you wish to deal with those who swallowed the pills and haven¡¯t died on the battlefield? They have already taken the pills for the third time.¡± ¡°Have them burn along with Port of Clear Water,¡± Timothy replied expressionlessly. After the Knight acknowledged his orders and left, Timothy suddenly felt something cold on the tip of his nose. Lifting his head, he saw raindrops falling from the clouds, first there was only some spare droplets, but it became more and more dense, then setting off ripples over the sea¡¯s surface. * The New Holy City at Hermes was at the peak of the Tower of Babel. ¡°Damn it, truly, f*cking damn it!¡± Tayfun shouted as he vigorously smashed his fist against the table. ¡°This wh*re of a b*tch! That¡¯s blaspheme! She dares to point her spearhead at the Church!¡± This was the first time that Mayne had seen the old bishop lose his self-control, the veins on his forehead had risen in his rage, and his beard was trembling. In general, his sinister appearance looked as if he wanted to swallow his counterpart. It was quite difficult to imagine that he was the same man as the man who constantly raised complaints regarding Heather, who could not exchange even a few words with her without quarreling the whole afternoon long. However, the moment he saw the content inside the small jewel box sent from the Queen of Clear Water, the old man had burst into a rage. There had been no pearl in the small jewel box, it had only contained a single cast iron ring ¨Cthe Bishop¡¯s emblem that had personally been awarded by His Holiness, and it was still attached to a bloodstained finger.. Mayne sighed then reached out for the jewelry box. ¡°Of course she dares, that¡¯s because we also haven¡¯t received the blessing of God ¨C God¡­ only favors the victorious.¡± Hearing this sentence, Tayfun suddenly calmed down, then silently went to sit back in his chair, heavily gasping for air, before he was once more able to stiffly ask, ¡°Then, what do you intend to do?¡± This was indeed a situation the Church hadn¡¯t encountered in the last hundred years. No one had thought that Garcia would come the whole way up from Graycastle to the Kingdom of Endless Winter, and even send the Black Sail Fleet towards Hermes after having seized the capital. Although the Wolfsheart Kingdom had been on its last breath before being conquered, Mayne still hadn¡¯t hesitated to order the God¡¯s Punishment Army to come back to the Old Holy City. This city, even without any walls, was the barrier defending the base under Hermes and they couldn¡¯t afford to lose it no matter the price. After they repelled their offensive, the Black Sail Fleet didn¡¯t try to go on and instead returned along the river all the way back to King¡¯s City of Endless Winter. The other¡¯s intention was quite obvious, as long as the Church dispatched troops attack the Wolfsheart Kingdom, Garcia would attack the Old Holy City from the river. Furthermore, the nobles who had previously been suppressed by the sudden loss of Endless Winter¡¯s royal power would now begin to stir. Mayne believed that as long as Garcia promised that they could keep their territories and possessions, all those greedy nobles wouldn¡¯t hesitate to support Garcia to become the new Queen of Endless Winter. Now they had a dilemma which couldn¡¯t be easily settled. But the Church would not bow just because they were facing a difficult situation. Even before he had become an Archbishop, Mayne had already known that the road before him would be a long and thorny one. ¡°First, the Holy City needs to announce a new Archbishop, so we will first make a list of possible candidates, the final candidate is to be decided by His Holiness,¡± Mayne slowly stated. ¡°And the enemy?¡± Tayfun snorted from his nostrils. ¡°I will explain everything to His Holiness, do not worry,¡± he closed his eyes, ¡°His Excellency will execute a holy judgment on them.¡± Chapter 267 Chapter 267 The fated ending Mayne passed through the gloomy corridors before he rode the hanging cage into the depths, arriving at the secret temple inside the gigantic cavity. His Excellency O¡¯Brien was already waiting at the doorway. He seemed to have aged since the last time he¡¯d seen him. He had wrinkles spreading out like a spider web from the corners of his inwardly sunken eyes and over his cheeks. However, his smile was still just as soft and filled with concern. Mayne couldn¡¯t keep his eyes from becoming wet at the sight. He quickly sunk to his knees, ¡°Your Holiness, we -¡± ¡°Rise, child,¡± the Pope¡¯s voice was both gentle and calm. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that you¡¯ve run into some trouble. Follow me to the hall and we can talk.¡± Today wasn¡¯t the Day of Conversion, so the hall¡¯s walls weren¡¯t decorated with as many candles as stars in the sky this time. Instead, only a few candles had been placed over in the corner. The Pope returned to his Lord¡¯s seat, breathing out in relief after he sat. ¡°Explain, just what happened outside.¡± Mayne fully realized the heaviness of His Holiness O¡¯Brien¡¯s responsibility. It wasn¡¯t that His Holiness couldn¡¯t find out news from outside of the Holy City, simply that he did not have enough time to pay attention to trivial matter. As a result of this, the three Archbishops were then established, and would coordinate themselves to manage all of the religious affairs. Making sure that they avoid bothering His Holiness with their matter as much as possible, but the current troublesome situation was something he was unable to solve by himself. Mayne sharply began to narrate the matters at hand, one piece of news at a time from beginning to end. ¡°Heather is dead¡­¡± After listening to everything, O¡¯Brian remained silent for a very long time, then released a long sigh before saying, ¡°She possessed a keen sense of observation and she was both a clever and devout little girl, I¡¯ve seen her as she slowly grew up¡­¡± ¡°Feel free to grief, Your Holiness.¡± ¡°The murderer must be punished,¡± the Pope nodded. ¡°How is the current situation, are Garcia and the Wolfsheart Kingdom mutually helping each other? Isn¡¯t the new poison showing any effect?¡± ¡°During the attack and capture of the Broken Tooth Castle it already showed its effect. After a month passed, all of the stronghold¡¯s defenders had fallen dead, and the Army of Judges could quickly storm the city. They were unable to find almost any living soul within the residential areas. However, for the attack on Wolfsheart City, it seems the poison wasn¡¯t able to have the same influence and the enemy still remains tenaciously resistant.¡± Mayne reported. ¡°You made two mistakes,¡± O¡¯Brien slowly said. ¡°The disease caused by the poison will lead to death within seven to ten days. You should have taken advantage of the illness¡¯ first appearance to attack, then quickly rescued and given medical treatment to the residents inside the city. This would¡¯ve significantly reduced their hostility. Do not forget that what we need the most is to get as much of the population as possible, not a ghost city. ¡°The second point is that you waited one month until you attacked, although by doing it in this way, you were able to reduce the casualties to a minimum, you also gave the enemy enough time to respond, which allowed them enough time to find a way to cure the disease. The essence of the new poison was the magic to transform demonic beasts. According to what the Canon of Magic says, there are more than 70 kinds of abilities that can restrain the infections, and also more than 30 types which can exterminate it. In the end, it isn¡¯t surprising for there to be such a witch within a city filled with tens of thousands of people.¡± ¡°You mean, they colluded with witches¨C¡± ¡°In the end, when facing a life and death crisis, no one will care whether they are the Devil¡¯s minions or not,¡± the Pope muttered. ¡°No matter if those witches took the initiative to come out by themselves, or if they were unmasked and forced to treat the plague, both possibilities sound like bad news for the Church. If they really can stop the momentum of our attack, it is inevitable that the witches¡¯ reputation is bound to undergo some dramatic changes, even so far¡­ that they could be regarded as heroes.¡± ¡°This is all my fault,¡± Mayne said while lowering his head. ¡°It certainly was a mistake, but not a grave one. The reason you used this tactic was to reduce the losses of our Army of Judges and God¡¯s Punishment Army,¡± O¡¯Brien used his scepter to knock Mayne on the shoulder, ¡°Furthermore, the fact that Graycastle¡¯s 3rd Princess Garcia and the Wolfsheart Kingdom are working together is also an opportunity for us.¡± ¡°Op¡­portunity?¡± the Bishop asked shocked. ¡°That¡¯s right! This way we will have the opportunity to catch everything in one net,¡± O¡¯Brien stood up, ¡°You, come with me.¡± Escorted by guards, Mayne followed the Pope out of the Pivotal Secret Institution, and they slowly walked further into the depths of the cave. The gloomy rays of light coming from the immense God¡¯s Punishment Stones illuminated the path beneath their feet ¨C gradually, becoming darker and darker, until Mayne was no longer able to keep himself from looking back, only to see that the Pivotal Secret Temple and the God¡¯s Punishment Stone was already great distance behind them. In the end, it even became necessary for the guards to light up torches to prevent them from stumbling over the rubble that was on the ground. ¡°We are¡­ going where?¡± ¡°We are already there, child,¡± His Holiness O¡¯Brian halted his footsteps, breathing a bit hurriedly, ¡°Sigh¡­ I¡¯m getting old, from just this short journey, I have already expended such a large amount of effort¡­¡± A guard came up to support him, ¡°Your Holiness, please permit me to carry you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not necessary, a short break will be good enough,¡± after saying this, the Pope stood in place and tried to catch his breath, he then commanded, ¡°Light the brazier.¡± At this moment the Bishop noticed that there were a few tall towers erected beside the stone road, but if the guards with their torches hadn¡¯t stepped close to them, it would have been hard for the average person to find these hidden metal towers within the darkness. The guards climbed the ladders and lit the oil in the basin at the top. It immediately produced several groups of dazzling flames. Mayne first had to narrowly squint his eyes and slowly adapt to the change in lighting, before he was able to look ahead. In the flickering light, a dusty canvas appeared in front of everyone, it was tall and bulging, and was apparently covering a something large. ¡°It was originally planned that we would wait two more years before we took this out to help resist against the then even more fierce demonic beasts¡¯ attacks, but it now seems we have to shift its appearance to an earlier date.¡± O¡¯Brien waved his hand then commanded, ¡°Remove the cloth.¡± ¡°This is¡­¡± When the canvas fell, Mayne couldn¡¯t believe his eyes. Before him stood a huge, fierce some four-wheeled iron carriage; just its wheels were already taller than he was. It did not have the appearance of an ordinary carriage either. Rather, it had a ferocious looking horn-shaped metal ramp, the frame was made out of beast bones, and the areas between the frames had been closed with barbed bone shields, with a size of three to four large doors. There were two perfectly straight iron poles with pointed ends, one on the left and one on the right, which extended through the openings in the shield and pointed forward, as if ready to fire off arrows. Moreover, another dozen of these metal poles were hanging from both sides of the iron carriage, each were as thick as his own thigh, with its dark and metallic luster shining under the brazier light. ¡°The canon called this, ¡®Siege Beast¡¯.¡± The Pope walked to the side of the carriage and patted the hard iron poles, ¡°It relies on magic power to operate, and needs the power of three to four witches for it to run smoothly. The Siege Beast¡¯s striking distance is far beyond that of a trebuchet or ballista, and for the typical city wall, it is very difficult to resist the destructible power of these iron arrows. The giant trees they use to build ships with are the same as thin pieces of paper in front of this. No matter if it is for destroying the strong city walls of Wolfsheart City or to prevent the Black Sail Fleet from advancing further, would both be very easy if we make use of this.¡± ¡°This¡­ is it also a weapon developed by the secret temple?¡± ¡°No,¡± O¡¯Brian shook his head, ¡°You should be able to guess, this comes from our enemies ¨C it is from the Devil¡¯s from hell. This is also why the Church hides the Siege Beast here deep within the cave. Remember, when you use it, be sure to hide your whereabouts as much as possible, don¡¯t let any civilian see it. ¡°I understand,¡± Mayne said as he lowered his head. How it is possible for witches to be able to manipulate the Devil¡¯s weapon? Do they possess the same kind of magic as humans? He forced down all of his doubts and did not continue asking. Obviously, only after he became the new Pope would he be eligible to understand these things. ¡°Also, to avoid Garcia and the Wolf King from fleeing again, I will be dispatching two Purified Ones to aid you during combat,¡± the Pope said. ¡°No one can escape from their grasp¡­ Go forth, bring back the blood of those blasphemers for the sake of Heather¡¯s farewell dinner.¡± His Holiness is dispatching the Purified Ones! He was shocked to his core, the witches who were both raised and allowed to survive by the Church were called Purified Ones. But to become His Holiness¡¯ subordinate, only the most powerful out of ten thousand was selected, like those who had abilities not even recorded within the Canon of Magic. Comparing them to the troops under Heather, Tayfun, and himself, would be like comparing the sky to the earth! With His Holiness now personally stating that they would be unable to escape, the ending of the two was already fated to happen. ¡°As you bid, Your Holiness,¡± Mayne answered in excitement. Chapter 268 Chapter 268 The first plenary session (Part 1) Roland held Border Town¡¯s first high-level plenary session in the castle¡¯s drawing hall. Compared to the time when he had held it with Barov and his ten apprentices in name only, the City Hall nowadays had expanded to a large group consisting of nearly one hundred people. The group contained nobles, surrendered knights, squires, as well some natives who had completed the primary education and received their diploma. Thanks to the growth of the population, various departments could be formed in succession, which caused the City Hall to finally reach a size the Prince was satisfied with. No longer was it as before, where he had to do everything on his own, at present in the case of a simple policy or program, as long as he explained the concept to them, the new City Hall was able to distribute it according to the department and manage to complete the task, something which filled Roland with a sense of gratification. The participants of the first high-level meeting were all the heads of departments, namely there was the Minister of Agriculture, Sirius Daly; Minister of Education, Scroll; the Minister of Chemical Industry, Kyle Sichi (temporary); Minister of Construction, Karl van Bate; the Head of the Army, Iron Axe; and finally, the City Hall Premier Minister, Barov Mons. The Ministry of Industry was still personally managed by Roland. After all, except him, no one else knew what industrialization looked like. A bucket of ice water was placed next to everyone, releasing bursts of cold air ¨C Candle had placed an enchantment on the ice cubes, which preserved them within the water for at least the whole morning. Even though the sun was shining fiercely outside, the castle hall still maintained its cool and refreshing temperature. ¡°Then let¡¯s start with each department reporting on its recent situation,¡± Roland took a kettle from the bucket, and poured himself a cup of ice water, ¡°The first one is the Ministry of Agriculture.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Royal Highness,¡± Sirius answered, he stood up and saluted, then spread out a roll of paper he had prepared in advance. ¡°Currently we have acquired around 17¡¯000 hu of grain, which is already enough to satisfy the townsfolk until next year¡¯s last month of summer. In addition, the Ministry of Agriculture has according to your request also purchased the surplus grains in accordance to the market value. However, this amount is far less than the amount we¡¯ve gained, for now, it is only accounts for 4¡¯500 hu.¡± The so-called ¡°hu¡± was a commonly used wheat weighing unit during ancient times, measured by using a deep basket made out of thin bamboo. Therefore, even after he heard these numbers, he still didn¡¯t know how he was supposed to convert them into kilograms or liters. Fortunately, this wasn¡¯t the important point; the crucial point was that they had enough food to feed the all of the townsfolk. The critical fact laid in the second aspect, if the Ministry of Agriculture took 7/10, it would mean that the serfs had 3/10 which they could sell themselves and accumulated to 7000 hu, but the discrepancy was much larger than the amount of grain needed to set aside as foodstuff and seeds for the next year. In other words, some serfs had not sold the remaining 30% of the food to the City Hall and instead chosen to hoard it in wooden sheds. Although he had already anticipated a situation such as this beforehand, seeing it turn out this way still caused him to let out a gentle sigh. Their purpose in hoarding the grain was apparent, they were speculating to resell it at a profit later ¨C for example, if Border Town gave birth to a food shortage, or was struck by a natural disaster. They would be able to sell the food at prices much higher than the market price, an increase of ten times wouldn¡¯t be impossible. This was also the reason why Roland had decided that the City Hall would hold a monopoly over the grain transaction and also why the buyer must first show their identity card. The grain operation was related to Border Town¡¯s stability, in case the grain transaction was unable to create a surplus during the early period and the sale wasn¡¯t restricted, it would likely lead to speculators acquiring and hoarding the food and in that way artificially increasing the food¡¯s price. However, by using a system of limited sales and only selling to people who had an ID, while at the same time stopping any other sales channels, Roland was able to keep the food price at a steady position. ¡°Your Highness, why don¡¯t you force the serfs to sell their grain?¡± Sirius asked puzzled, ¡°In any case, it¡¯s not like the law permits them to give it to other people.¡± ¡°Because the grain is their property, how they choose to handle it is their choice,¡± Roland replied. ¡°I never set a rule not allowing the serfs to hold on to their own food. You can also understand it as, ¡®as long as it isn¡¯t prohibited, it is allowed¡¯.¡± On hearing his reply, Sirius looked somewhat puzzled by it, apparently not knowing how he was supposed to interpret this sentence. And he wasn¡¯t the only one confused, most of the others were also frowning, the only exception to this was Barov, who was currently showing a thoughtful expression. ¡°Is there anything else to report?¡± Roland drank a mouthful of iced water. Only with time would they be able to understand the concept of emphasizing rules and procedure. Or putting it another way, the moment they were able to comprehend it, they could be regarded as a new generation of qualified officials. Of course, this could also easily lead to another extreme, like the emergence of bureaucracy. However, bureaucracy was still better than confusion, disorder, and people behaving unscrupulously. ¡°Uh¡­ yes,¡± Sirius Daly flung his head back, ¡°Now that the fields have been harvested, I do not know how to organize next year¡¯s fallow and plow plan.¡± ¡°No, the serfs can endlessly cultivate their lands, so we will continue to plant wheat next year,¡± Roland waved his hand, ¡°Those piles of manure to the side of the fields were gathered in preparation of fertilizing the land. In the following days, you will start to instruct the serfs to shovel it into the fields, and fully mix it into the soil, completely clear it and make place for new piles of excrements.¡± With the summer¡¯s high temperature and humid weather, it had only needed two months before becoming well-rotted compost, however, during the winter season it will usually take four months. So by the beginning of spring of next year, not only would the soil¡¯s quality be increased by the first batch of compost, but Roland would also have readied a second batch of compost which could be used as base fertilizer. Because of this, there was no need for a fallow plan. Not speaking about high-end fertilizer, just using human¡¯s and animal¡¯s excrement as fertilizer was already a vast improvement for the agriculture. ¡°Well, if this is what you order.¡± He touched his head, ¡°Also¡­ Your Highness, I¡¯m afraid that with such large amounts of wheat it, won¡¯t be enough to only lean on one or two stone grinding mills. So, I want to apply for the construction of a mill next to the Redwater River, preferably a steam powered one.¡± ¡°That¡¯s pretty good,¡± Roland nodded. This was a new breakthrough ¨C there was finally someone other than himself who wanted to try and use the new power. ¡°First of all, you should forward your plan to Barov, and after obtaining the funding for it, you then have to determine a detailed plan together with the Ministry of Construction.¡± ¡°All right, Your Highness¡± Sirius agreed, ¡°The last point is regarding the promotion to freed people. At present, five hundred and sixteen people have obtained the qualification for the promotion. Because the amount of wheat was divided and transferred on the spot, no one has put up any objections. I have already reported the list to Lord Barov.¡± Then he got up and saluted again, ¡°That concludes my report.¡± ¡°Well done,¡± Roland clapped twice to show his encouragement. It seemed that the former young Knight of the Wolf Family had not only adapted to his new life in Border Town, but also obtained the manners of the City Hall. And so, could be turned into an excellent propaganda model after a little packaging, in that way playing a small role in attracting nobles or knights of Longsong Stronghold in the future. The second to give their report was Scroll. She had tied her long hair to the back of her head, and wore a clean and tidy white shirt, matched with a simple and decorate free black long skirt, which made her look both mature and capable. Seeing her today, it was hard for him to imagine that half a year ago, she was still a witch living in exile so as to hide away from the Church. ¡°At present, there are two batches of people who are in the process of completing their Primary Education, a total of eighty-five people. Most of them previously studied at the college run by Mr. Karl.¡± With her ability to have a highly retentive memory, she had no need to prepare any data for the report beforehand, a point which made Roland feel very envious. ¡°Forty-six of them choose to go to work in the City Hall, twenty-one people decided to go to the bicycle factory, thirteen people decided to join the First Army,¡± pausing for a moment she continued, ¡°There are also five applicants for a post at the chemical laboratory.¡± Five people? Roland could not help but look over towards Kyle Sichi, merely to see the latter¡¯s complexion clearly didn¡¯t appear to be that good. It seems that the propaganda effect of the Honor and Award Ceremony is far less than I expected. I¡¯m afraid that some parts of the three recently created laboratories are going to have to lie idle in the near future. Fortunately, the employment rate is at least at one hundred percent; Roland tried to comfort himself. Chapter 269 Chapter 269 The first plenary session (Part 2) When it was the Ministry of Chemical Industry¡¯s turn, Kyle snorted, ¡°Your Royal Highness, I hope you can find the real head of this department as soon as possible, I do not want to attend this kind of meeting for a second time.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland secretly rolled his eyes, after becoming a leader, he had discovered that it was important for him to selectively ignore words sometimes. Is it that easy to find a person who has talent for both alchemy and chemistry? ¡°Do you have any idea how to mass produce the two acids?¡± ¡°No,¡± Kyle shrugged his shoulders, ¡°And because of that, I have to spend more energy and staff on researching this topic, so rather than sitting here and wasting my time.¡± After spending such a long time in Border Town, he had also acquired some of Roland¡¯s vocabulary, ¡°In case you insist that I should give an account, I can only say that the laboratory is lacking personal, the more people that come to us, the better. In addition, regarding the recently five added people, although they aren¡¯t as old, they can still be counted as clever, it seems that the Primary Education you implemented is still somewhat useful.¡± Well, the person with the most disrespectful way of talking was probably the chief alchemist. However, taking each other¡¯s age into account, and the degree of enthusiasm he showed for chemical experiments, Roland did not feel any resentment towards him for this. It was also important to remember that after going through the explosion and after being completely healed by Nana, his first and largest reaction was that he was glad that he could now conduct experiments without the slightest of scruple, and then even planned to taste the different flavors of the acids, who other than he would have such a fanatical enthusiasm to their work? ¡°All right¡­ you will continue to research, and I¡¯ll have Barov think of a method to fill in the staff shortage.¡± ¡°Oh, by the way, Your Highness,¡± Kyle opened his mouth again. ¡°Were you able to compile your ¡®Intermediate Chemistry¡¯? If you could give me some details, maybe I can think of a method for the large-scale production earlier.¡± ¡°I already said at the Honor and Award Ceremony, so long as you train enough apprentices and assistants to fill the new laboratories, I will give you the book,¡± Roland said, spreading his hand out towards him. In fact, at present, he had not written even the first line. Just the Elementary Chemistry had already consumed all his knowledge of chemistry. He already feared, that even if he racked his brain for it, he would still be unable to fill more than a few pages of the Intermediate Chemistry. The fourth person to report was Karl van Bate, who was from the Ministry of Construction. ¡°First of all, I want to thank Miss Scroll,¡± Karl said, as he nodded towards Scroll, ¡°I¡¯m really glad to hear that the children I¡¯ve taught were able to graduate smoothly.¡± Compared to the chief alchemist, the stonemason¡¯s communication skills could be said to be as different as the sky to the earth. Scroll nodded in return before replying with, ¡°I should be the one thanking you.¡± Then Karl opened the records he was carrying with him and in a methodical manner began to describe: ¡°At present, the town¡¯s projects are steadily advancing. The main projects are the Kingdom Avenue, the Redwater Bridge, the new residential area and the new city wall. The amount of people working on the construction of the Kingdom Avenue has already reached four thousand five hundred people, half of them have come from Longsong Stronghold and according to current predictions, they should be finished by spring next year. Regarding the status of the Redwater Bridge, currently they are still carrying out the construction of the underground concrete wall. The residential district is already extending to the old city wall, and there are currently approximately one thousand people busy constructing it. As long as the supply of the cement and bricks are ensured, it should be possible to complete the task of moving all the eastern refugees into town before the arrival of the Months of Demons.¡± Since Karl usually informed Roland on a daily basis about the recent developments of the projects, his report this time was very simple. He didn¡¯t even mention matters such as the expansion of the castle area and the construction of the witch dorm. And after deciding on a good position for the new city wall, it was being constructed by Lotus herself, with a daily progress of approximately one hundred meters. ¡°You¡¯ve worked hard,¡± Roland nodded, the Ministry of Construction, regardless of whether it was the staff or the amount of allocated funds, was the department with the largest amounts. Therefore, its achievements were also the greatest. ¡°Those handymen coming from Longsong Stronghold, besides speeding up the construction they are also promoting Border Town¡¯s preferential treatment policy. Furthermore, after a year of work, those handymen can be regarded as qualified craftsmen, and so the number of people who want to go back should be kept to as little as possible.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Royal Highness,¡± Karl agreed. ¡°Then the next one¡­ is Iron Axe.¡± It was Iron Axe¡¯s first time participating in this kind of meeting, and so he seemed to be a little out of place. He cleared his throat, ¡°Your Royal Highness, the army has two main things it wishes to report. First of all, the Second Army has completed their basic training, and they are now ready to be sent to the Longsong Stronghold. And secondly, in the wake of adding new blood, the First Army now has eight hundred and twenty-five people. Putting aside the three hundred and fifty people of the artillery team, the rest of the soldiers have all been equipped with revolving rifles. That¡¯s all I have to say.¡± Then finished his report with a military salute. ¡°That sounds pretty good. Have the Second Army set out tomorrow and be sure to place reliable people at the important ranks. After reaching the stronghold, they aren¡¯t allowed to stop their daily training and ideological education. Furthermore, I expect a weekly report to be sent back to Border Town.¡± Roland instructed. The last to report was Barov, he first looked at everyone, then slowly saluted Roland before reporting, ¡°Your Royal Highness, ever since the previous payment to Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce for the refugee transportation and the money spent on Theo¡¯s mission, the City Hall¡¯s gold stock has declined very badly. Coupled with the bumper harvest and the Ministry of Agriculture¡¯s acquisition of grain according to the set market price, it has resulted in an inventory of barely 2000 gold royals, this can be considered as a relatively dangerous boundary.¡± Two thousand gold royals¡­ compared with last year¡¯s winter it undoubtedly was a huge sum of money, but Roland was also perfectly aware that Border Town¡¯s situation was also no longer the same at it was back then. Even just for the Ministry of Construction, already burdened Border Town with the huge expenditure of paying for the five thousand workers. There was also the high salary for the First Army, factories, chemical laboratory, and City Hall, which also required a large amount of money. In other words, Border Town might have been earning money quickly, but it was also spending the money just as quickly. Even under the circumstances that large parts of the materials and machinery were self-sufficient. ¡°I am aware of this, but at the beginning of next month, when Margaret¡¯s caravan arrives in town, we will be able to obtain a huge income through the sale of the steam engines,¡± Roland responded. ¡°Furthermore, the purchase of food and the transport of the refugees aren¡¯t daily expenses. I¡¯m sure that during the next six months, the treasury should be able to improve steadily, there is no reason for you to worry too much about it.¡± He paused. ¡°also, I plan to raise the salary of everyone here.¡± ¡°Raise the salary?¡± Barov got startled and stared blankly at Roland. ¡°That¡¯s correct, the City Hall is no longer an institution only run by a dozen people, and your workload has increased significantly, so your salary will also naturally rise.¡± The Prince smiled and then continued to say, ¡°From this month onwards, I will increase your monthly salary to five gold royals, and according to this ratio, the payment for your apprentices and assistants will also go up uniformly. Be at ease, the needed fund doesn¡¯t accumulate too much, it is not more than 20 to 30 gold royals.¡± Although a salary of five gold royals for this kind of position in the City Hall couldn¡¯t be counted as generous, but Roland knew, that what Barov enjoyed even more than the salary, was being in charge of Border Town¡¯s revenues and expenditure and providing them with the according statistics. Furthermore, since he had yet to set any regulatory ministries, Barov could get hundred times his current salary. But so far, he had not seen any signs of corruption from Barov. Of course, apart from relying on the other people¡¯s conscious, Roland could also always count on Nightingale¡¯s ability to maintain the department¡¯s integrity. No one could conceal their bad behavior from her gaze. ¡°In addition, there is one thing you may already know,¡± Roland continued. ¡°By the end of the Months of Demons, I plan to officially establish a city here. In other words, Border Town will be upgraded into an official city. The city¡¯s west side will stretch until the barbarian wasteland, the eastern border will be Longsong Stronghold, while the southern end will be the hills and the ocean. With the city walls and the mountains as a natural barrier, the area will be far larger than King¡¯s City or any other city in the Four Kingdoms. ¡°So you still need to pay particular attention and improve your work, to meet the attitude that is required to establish a city,¡± Roland paused and then emphasized every word, ¡°I hope that our city, even while in a boundless winter, can stay as warm as during spring.¡± Chapter 270 Chapter 270 High Pressure Air Bottle After the meeting concluded, Roland and Barov both stayed behind. ¡°You also saw it, currently people are crucial to the chemical laboratory and Graycastle Industry, and I also intend on starting the mass production of soap and perfume soon, which will require a lot of additional staff.¡± The Prince said. ¡°But it will be at least a year before the greater part of the townsfolk pass the primary education examination. Furthermore, even by taking all of them into account, there still won¡¯t be more than 600 to 700 people, that just isn¡¯t enough. I need more people.¡± ¡°In case we enlist people from the stronghold¡­¡± ¡°No,¡± Roland interrupted, ¡°Next year, after Border Town has upgraded to the status of a city, the stronghold and Border Town will be fused into one entity. Therefore, it would be the equivalent of the moving money out from your left pocket into your right pocket; so, I will need more people from outside the Western Territory.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± Barov looked somewhat troubled and worriedly suggested, ¡°I am afraid that isn¡¯t such good idea to solve it. If you go to others cities to fish for workers, the local Lords would definitely not sit by and idly watch as it happens.¡± ¡°Do not go to the cities,¡± Roland said. Then he stretched his finger toward the cup, dipped it into the iced water and then moved it over the table while saying, ¡°I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve noticed, but since the end of the Months of Demons, Graycastle has constantly been at war. Including several charges which had been led by Timothy against the Southern Territory, resulting in Eagle City being destroyed from a fire, and leaving the surrounding cities and towns severe damaged. Then there was also the subjugation of the Northern Region, where they stripped the Duke Ise of his title and territory. And lastly the marine attack against the Eastern Region,¡± he beat two times against the tabletop, leaving a group of water stains, ¡°Which seriously impacted the Sea Wind Region, Valencia, and Shivering Crow Castle, not even mentioning all the small towns in the surroundings. Just by looking at all the people who¡¯ve fled to King¡¯s City you can already see how seriously the impact was on Graycastle¡¯s population.¡± ¡°What do you mean¡­¡± Barov revealed a thoughtful expression. ¡°Go out and spread propaganda about the Western Region,¡± The Prince smoothed out the water then explained in more detail, ¡°During the last six months, only the Western Region remained peaceful. There has been no forced recruitment, nor has it been hit by the flames of war. Especially since Timothy so wantonly uses commoners to attack, he will definitely recruit and even force the civilians of each region. Who can guarantee that next time that fate won¡¯t fall on their head? So you have to propagandize that the only calm and peaceful place completely isolated from the chaos of war is the Western Region.¡± ¡°I think I got it,¡± Barov said after pondering about his next words, ¡°You plan to attract the civilians of other cities by not pressing them into service, or forcing them into labor, and furthermore, by providing them with shelter, food, and stable work?¡± ¡°Almost,¡± Roland said with a smile and nodded. His active thinking and ability to find the key points is one of the Assistant Minister¡¯s strongest points. ¡°However, one of the key points you need to propagandize is the excellent treatment that literate people will enjoy. I think that these places definitely have some Knights and nobles who have no way out and because of this are unwilling to come to the western region to try their luck.¡± Whether it was small villages or towns, they were almost all territories of minor nobility. And during peacetime, even if the land was small and barren, and the management poor, supervising a few acres of land would always manage to fill their stomach. But during the time of war, something which severely impacted the population, it was hard for them to survive. At those times, if there was a stable and peaceful destination for them, it would really prove tempting to most of them. Even if there was no one who could safeguard their territory and keep it from being occupied by others, they would only have to endure these days of war. Afterward, they could use their money to recruit some mercenaries and go back to take over their territory once again. As for how to advertise, Roland believed that Barov would have his ways. ¡°But Your Highness, by doing it this way and helping the personnel to settle down will be very expensive, furthermore, the acquisition of the grain cannot be interrupted,¡± Barov hesitantly said, ¡°In case the caravan encounters some accidents, the City Hall¡¯s treasury will quickly dry up.¡± ¡°Um¡­ what you¡¯ve said sounds reasonable,¡± Roland touched his chin, the most important task of new established political powers was to create trust and confidence of it within the people¡¯s hearts. If they were suddenly caught in a situation where they were unable to pay their salary, this current excellent situation would take a sudden turn and rapidly worsen. ¡°Well, in this case, you should head back first and continue with your usual task. We will wait until the caravan has arrived in Border Town and the completion of the transaction next month. When the treasury is filled once more, we will speak about the implementation of the plan again.¡± ¡°As you bid, Your Royal Highness,¡± Barov placed his hand on his chest. After finishing the mission briefing, Roland returned to his office and began thinking about how to complete Margaret¡¯s balloon order. With a price of one thousand gold royals for each balloon, its price was even higher than that of the steam engine, while its production cost was actually lower. The airbag was mainly a drawn picture by Soraya while the hemp rope and bamboo basket were bargain-priced goods. In fact, Roland had already created a prototype and tested it in the factory courtyard: A hydrogen balloon which could carry Lighting and Maggie simultaneously and ascend into the sky. After repeated consideration, he finally decided to abandon the idea of a hot air balloon fueled by coal gas. The needed equipment would use up too much space, and the manufacturing process would also be very troublesome. Moreover, Roland would have to import that coal from other cities, which for a small-scale production would be extremely cost-ineffective, far inferior to hydrogen which was so much easier to facilitate. He coated the test product with a single-sided water coating, which ensured that even after being burned, nothing would happen to the paper. As a result, the whole air sac had hardly any weight while its flexibility was very outstanding. In the experiment, after inflating the balloon, it would fear neither rain, impact, or fire. Maggie even turned into several kinds of birds to throw vicious attacks against the balloon but it was still unable to leave even a small trace. Only by using an iron needle were they able to pierce through the millimeter-thick coating. And since the construction of the air sac was very lithe, a hydrogen balloon with merely a diameter of about two meters was already enough to carry an adult. The only difficulty laid in how they would solve the gasification problem of the high-pressure hydrogen bottle. Selling a DC motor for the electrolysis of water was impossible. A motor connected to a steam engine could inflate all hydrogen balloons, which was obviously not that cost-effective. If he wanted a steady flow of gold royals from the hands of the wealthy and powerful merchants, he would have to find a way of create high-pressure bottles which could be refilled repeatedly. The air bottle itself was not difficult to build. The usage of secondary material could be made up with the wall¡¯s thickness, thus using pig iron and wrought iron was good enough and with Anna personally being the one to manufacture it, processing the bottle accurately also wouldn¡¯t be a problem. The critical point was in the fact that the later generations of air bottles had a pressure level of 20mpa or higher, wishing to reach that by relying on a bicycle pump was undoubtedly nothing but a fantasy, even the help of ten Qilins wouldn¡¯t change this, he at least had to obtain a high-pressure pump. And having a high enough pressure inside the bottle wasn¡¯t enough if there wasn¡¯t a way to fill the hydrogen balloon with it later. The high-pressure air pump was divided into a piston compressor and a turbine compressor, the former belonged to the internal combustion engine technology tree, while the later fell under the scope of turbine engines. No matter what type he would try to research and develop, they would both be time-consuming and laborious projects. Until late in the afternoon, Roland finally came up with a simple solution: A simple self-inflating bottle. The inspiration for it came from a news article he had seen before: A street vendor had been selling hydrogen balloons and used a modified liquefied gas tank to store the hydrogen, which in the end resulted in an explosion. The cause of this laid in the problem that the peddler had used diluted sulfuric acid and aluminum to create hydrogen inside of the bottle, but hadn¡¯t correctly calculated the amount of reaction. Which resulted in the issue that the pressure inside the tank had become too large and had broken the bottle. Thus, the self-inflating method was to pour diluted sulfuric acid and an active metal into the bottle so as to replace the hydrogen. The commonly used metal in laboratories was zinc, while the one used to create most of the hydrogen was aluminum, both materials were not accessible during this era. So Roland still intended to use Lucy¡¯s power to dismantle iron and purify it into high iron. The problem of its slow reaction speed at room temperature could also be improved by using heat and enlarging the contact area (for example using thin iron pieces or iron powder), while an inner coating could resist the corrosion effect of the acid liquid that was inside the bottle. Thinking until here, he immediately drew a simple sketch on paper. In order to reduce the air leakage, the high-pressure bottle needed to be made as one whole piece, with only a raised threaded hole at the top, which could be screwed into a valve with a gas nozzle. By tightening up the mouthpiece after injecting the reactant, the continuously generated gas would have nowhere to go, which would result in that the pressure inside the bottle would reach a very impressive level. As long as they unscrewed the valve, the hydrogen would pour out directly into the airbag. And the refill process would also be quite convenient. After removing the gas nozzle and drying the remaining liquid over a stove, the ferrous sulfate crystals inside could be cleaned out before it could be refilled with new reactant. Taking into account that diluted sulfuric acid is also an alchemy product, the refill price obviously couldn¡¯t be set too low. With fifty gold royals for one charge, and after buying ten charges get one free, Roland thought. TN: Active Metal Thank you Enryu for starting the Release that Witch Wiki, everyone¡¯s help is welcome Chapter 271 Chapter 271 Elements Kyle Sichi returned home after finishing the day¡¯s experiments, his wife had already baked flatbread, made him some mushroom soup, and poured him a glass of white wine. The latter two were both goods that were sold at the convenience market, especially this sort of huge white mushrooms, which were just like the words on the signboard described them as: you won¡¯t find any fresher, or more fragrant delicacy, after one taste you too will discover this to be true. If you eat even one piece, you will find it difficult to forget its full and unique flavor. Of course, its price was also very alarming, one palm sized mushroom required one silver royal. If it weren¡¯t for his good salary, Kyle would never be able to bear buying such an expensive food. But there were also a lot of other things similar to this, such as perfumed soap and mirrors. As long one had enough money, their life in Border Town would be much more comfortable than that of an average noble. Roland was simply deep beyond measure, this was also the deepest of point he felt. After he finished the evening meal. His wife handed him a letter. ¡°This is?¡± ¡°The letter was delivered by the guard this afternoon, at that time you still hadn¡¯t returned from work,¡± she answered, as she started to clean the tableware, ¡°He said that it had apparently come from Redwater City.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Kyle asked as he entered his study. He cut open the seal using a knife then removed the parchment before spreading it out. To his surprise, the first sentence was actually, ¡°Dear respected mentor.¡± Seeing that Chavez was the one that had sent the letter, he couldn¡¯t help but smile. He sat at his desk and began to read through it carefully. Initially, when Kyle left the Redwater City Alchemic Workshop, another alchemist named Capola had become the new chief. But that person had been narrow-minded, and after obtaining the crystal glass formula left behind by Kyle, he not only claimed towards the Lord that this was his and Kyle¡¯s work, he even excluded Chavez either intentionally or unintentionally from the alchemy experiment group. Within the letter, Chavez complained, that this was perhaps because he wanted to borrow the idea of the double stone acid method from him, but in the end didn¡¯t want to announce the achievement to the other side. Nowadays, several other alchemist apparently had also begun to intentionally or otherwise shun Chavez, which caused Kyle to feel quite troubled. Kyle could roughly understand what those people must be thinking, Chavez was the youngest alchemist of the refining room, so many people still thought that it had only been by relying on luck and Kyle¡¯s appreciation for him as a discipline that he had been able to stand out of the crowd. But the chief alchemist could only snort disdainfully at that sort of view. Saltpeter and green vitriol were both everyday things, so why had it been Chavez and no one else who had discovered the double stone acid method? This point alone should already sufficiently explain this issue. Perception, memory, making assumptions without fear, and being diligent during experimentation were all indispensable elements, in the end this young man¡¯s innate skill was even above his own. At the end of the letter, Chavez had attached two alchemic formulas, claiming they were two of his recently discovered acids he wished to share with his mentor. But even at the first glance, Kyle could see that the essence of these two formulas was just the creation of salt when acids and alkali react with one another, this was the kind of recipe he could write down dozens of time in a single breath. With a sigh, Kyle Sichi put the letter down and glanced at the ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡± laying on his table. Everything had changed with His Highness and his so-called ¡°ancient books¡±. If it hadn¡¯t been for them, he was afraid, that he would still be the same as Chavez, still aimless, and bewilderedly wandering through the primal chaos, hoping to find some clay on the surface and still regard it as some kind of treasure. Taking the book, Kyle immediately went to the last page. It showed a table which was neatly divided into a hundred square box. Every time he looked at the table, he couldn¡¯t help but get goosebumps all over his body and feel a hard to describe reverence¡­ and fear from within his heart. Every box had a small serial number in the upper left corner which without a miss arrived at 118 at the end. Beside the first two rows, the majority of the boxes were blank, except for some symbols in the middle. For example, twenty-six: iron, twenty-nine: copper. The name of this table was: ¡°Periodic Table of Elements¡±. While holding the book in his trembling hands, the chief alchemist had asked Roland about the contents of those blank boxes, merely to receive the answer that they had originally been filled, but he was unable to remember them. If at that time, the other party hadn¡¯t been His Royal Highness, he most likely would had taken the book and thrown it into the other¡¯s face. According to the records in the book, this table contained all existing elements on earth. If there existed a Canon of Alchemy, there was no doubt that this would be the most dazzling chapter in the whole book. What scared him the most was the question, what type of person was able to draw such a chart? And if they had already done this before, what were alchemists then supposed to be regarded as? They seemed to be merely a gang of children sitting within the silt and piling up some rocks. Kyle suddenly thought of His Royal Highness¡¯ promise, in case he was also able to call Chavez over, and also pull over the group of recently recruited apprentice, maybe he would be able to fill those three new laboratories. In that way, his dream of laying his hands on the ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡± would become a reality. Thinking until here, he immediately took out a piece of white paper and began to write his response. In fact, at the meeting when His Royal Highness had asked him whether he had any clue relating to large-scale acid production, he hadn¡¯t told him the truth. Because the content was complex and lengthy, it would have been a waste of time doing so. The most important matter was that he still didn¡¯t know whether his program worked or not. After all, he had based his production method entirely on the elements and reaction principles written within the book. Compared with the previous alchemy test, this hypothesis was like a child¡¯s nonsensical mutterings in their sleep. Wanting to use materials he had never seen before, together with an unheard of reaction method, to create something which seemed to have no similarity with the raw materials, only because they had the same type of element. But within Kyle¡¯s heart he still had a faint premonition, it felt like this method might actually be feasible! After all, within the previous hundreds of permutation experiments, there had not been one time which where the book¡¯s statement wasn¡¯t correct. With the initial plan concluded, the next step was for him to complete a full set of theoretical tests within the laboratory. Since His Highness had said that the industrial method could be used for large-scale production, it should also be possible to reproduce the results in the laboratory. Kyle soon finished the letter, he didn¡¯t waste any words on consoling Chavez, and instead straightforwardly told his previously marvelous discipline about alchemic knowledge that was both available and measurable. Kyle believed that there didn¡¯t exist any alchemist who was brimming with the interests of a wise man, that would let the opportunity to seek truth pass them by. After folding the letter, placing it into an envelope and sealing it with wax, Kyle could do nothing other than wait for the next day to give the message to a traveling salesman who wanted to deliver it. After all this, his line of sight once again moved to the periodic table. Thinking about those blank boxes which would never be filled again, Kyle felt as if his life no longer had any joy left to offer him. But fortunately, His Royal Highness had said one short phrase which had made his heart surge, and until today those words were still pacing back and forth within his ears. ¡°Don¡¯t put on that look, the periodic table arranges each element in a regular pattern according to an underlying law. You can fill it up by yourself.¡± ¡°Regular¡­ pattern? Do you mean that those unknown elements can also be deducted, just like the derivation of an alchemical formula?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, even if you have never seen them before, you can still describe their appearance and characteristics.¡± ¡°That rule, what is it?¡± ¡°Do you want to know? It is written in the ¡®Intermediate Chemistry¡¯.¡± Chapter 272 Chapter 272 North Slope Mine The further down into the mine, the more humid the environment became. Sylvie was holding up a torch and gingerly evading the drop of water falling towards her head as she led the group further into the mine. Even without any light, her Eye of Truth wasn¡¯t something that could be stopped by the darkness. Thus she merely used the torch to save her magic power. ¡°There is another fork in the road,¡± Nightingale who was walking at the front said after she stopped, ¡°Which cave is this already?¡± ¡°Twenty-third after passing the first fork from the entryway,¡± Lightning answered, as she took a look at the records. ¡°I hope this is the last one,¡± Sylvie grumbled, then completely opened her magic eye, ¡°The left side¡­ spreads away from the mining area, there is no ore there. The right side¡­ is the same.¡± Lightning wrote down the results then announced, ¡°In that case, those caverns were also the last gates we had to inspect.¡± ¡°Come on,¡± Nightingale said and went from the front to the end, leading everyone back. It didn¡¯t seem that her ability was as simple as invisibility, Sylvie could only see faint changes in Nightingales¡¯ magic power, but was ultimately unable to capture her figure or movement. According to Lightning¡¯s introduction, she was the strongest fighting witch. This may also be the reason why Roland had her to follow them. There were rumors that the mine had once been a nest for ancient monsters, and there had already been several events of miners going missing. Before their departure, His Highness had also told them several times that they had to be careful and that in case they couldn¡¯t determine the situation, they should first exit the mine and report back to him. However, Sylvie couldn¡¯t accept this as correct. There existed no monster which could escape the investigation of her magic eye, even those animal corpses, and the twisting soft-bodied snakes within the walls were clearly visible to her. There were four people in the expedition team, herself, Nightingale, Lightning, together with a little girl called Lucia. Every time they found some minerals, she would convert them into a variety of debris, and after carefully classifying them she would put them into her pocket, which would later be handed over to His Royal Highness. Lightning was responsible for drawing the map of the mine, since in her own words, there didn¡¯t exist any adventure from which she could be excluded. Hearing her prideful speech, Sylvie couldn¡¯t help but think of the captain who was temporarily staying on Sleeping Island. The 23rd cave was at the lower level of the mining site and could actually be regarded as an enormously deep hole. After penetrating several hundred steps into the mountain, it divided into three paths again, and after following each to their end, they would once again split into several branches. However, since they were at the exterior area of the mining site, with only the rare possibility of find any veins, they had decided to end their exploration. Returning to the first fork, which Lightning had recorded as ¡°Gate of Life¡±, Sylvie cast her ability to observe the 23rd cave and the circumstances of those three pathways. The further she spread the range of her Eye of Truth, the greater the magic consumption was, and the heavier the burden on her body. So she decided to observe one channel after another at each fork. ¡°Cave number three¡­ yes, there aren¡¯t any mining areas at the end of it. There are¡­ ¡± she spent a moment frozen in shock, ¡°There are five branches, including one that seems to lead further downwards while also making a detour.¡± ¡°Downwards?¡± Lightning repeated. ¡°It is indeed like that,¡± Sylvie confirmed while taking another look. It didn¡¯t take long until the slender downwards leading path turned around a corner and pointed straight back at the mine. When she tried to further explore along the road, her mind suddenly became flooded with a strong sense of dizziness which interrupted her contact with her magic eye, ¡°I think it may lead to a mineral deposit.¡± But this interpretation was a bit far-fetched, the North Slope Mine¡¯s tangled and complicated cave system was clearly not something which had been artificially dug out. Furthermore, if she hadn¡¯t been specifically looking for ore, it would be unlikely she¡¯d have discovered any unknown veins, even if they were hidden between two channels. If not for her Eye of Truth which was able to penetrate any obstacle, it would be simply impossible to find any minerals hidden behind rocks and under piles of mud. ¡°No matter what, let¡¯s immediately go and take a look,¡± Nightingale said, and shrugged her shoulders. The group entered the cave behind the third gate one after another, and about a quarter of an hour later they had already arrived at the end of the passage. There the tunnel divided itself into five like she had seen it. One among them was even so narrow that it was impossible for people to walk through and so it could only be entered by crawling. However, the strange channel Sylvie had seen before was located in the middle of the five, and its topography changed dramatically, almost forming a deep slope when compared with the place they were standing now. ¡°It seems as if it is going straight down,¡± Nightingale said and held up the torch, ¡°I feel as if this grotto is somewhat similar to the deep cliff of the Impassable Mountain Range.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s quickly finish the inspection, then immediately turn back,¡± Lucia said in fright as she instinctively grasped on to Nightingale¡¯s arm. ¡°I do not like it here¡­ I constantly feel as if something is staring at us from within the cave.¡± ¡°There is nothing in the cave, except for mud and stone,¡± Sylvie said, even though she didn¡¯t like this quiet and moist place, her ability still told her that there was no danger. ¡°The four on the left and right all contain no ore and are leading further away from the mining site.¡± She quickly finished the inspection of the leveled side roads, then moved her line of sight towards the front, only to immediately lose focus and release a faint, ¡°¡­ah?¡± ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Lightning asked. ¡°I¡­ am unable to see the circumstances further down.¡± ¡°You cannot see it?¡± The little girl asked in disbelief, ¡°Can it be that you are too tired and so your ability just don¡¯t work?¡± ¡°No, my ability doesn¡¯t have any problems,¡± Sylvie said and closed her eye, before opening it again, only to see that everything still remained dark, the same as if she had completely lost her vision. Enduring the on-coming headache, she tried to expand her field of vision further, but the results still remained the same, while the surrounding soil became clearly discernible. Only the pass in the middle was enveloped in complete darkness which was as thick as ink. ¡°There seems to be something which obstructs my peeking.¡± ¡°You will all wait over here and don¡¯t leave,¡± Nightingale ordered while simultaneously drawing her two shining silver weapons, ¡°I will go in to explore the situation and immediately come back afterward.¡± ¡°Do not go!¡± Sylvie shouted, grasping her forehead in pain, ¡°There exist only one thing that can produce such an effect. Even if you go, you will be in danger.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation,¡± Sylvie said through clenched teeth, ¡°There is a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation underground, and it is covering that whole region!¡± ¡­ When Roland heard the news, he immediately mobilized soldiers of the First Army and led them into the North Slope Mine. And the result of their inspection confirmed Sylvie¡¯s guess; they discovered a large amount of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation at the bottom of the deep hole. After determining that there was no danger, Roland also entered cave No. 23 with the protection of his personal guards. He wished to see for himself how the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation at the bottom of the mine looked like. ¡°Your Highness, please be careful,¡± Carter reminded him once more, ¡°The exit is directly in front of us.¡± ¡°You are unable to use your magic here,¡± Roland said while looking back at Anna, Nightingale, and Lightning standing behind him, ¡°Didn¡¯t you learn it from Sylvie?¡± ¡°Even without magic, I will still be stronger than you. If you can go, I, of course, can also go,¡± Nightingale said disapprovingly. ¡°Wherever there is an adventure; I will also be there.¡± Lightning announced while puffing out her chest. Anna however didn¡¯t say anything, she merely stared straight into Roland¡¯s eyes. Seeing the flickering flame from the torches in her clear eyes, Roland knew that regardless what he said it would prove to be useless. ¡°All right,¡± he sighed. ¡°But you must stay by my side and don¡¯t move too far.¡± Coming to the end of the slope, Roland immediately understood the meaning of the Chief Knight¡¯s words. Suddenly his eyes became filled with light, and a vast and deep cavern then appeared in front of him. Even without the aid of torches, he could still clearly see the whole cave since it was illuminated by the crystal prism like God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. He could see some majestic towers rising straight from the ground, with a diameter of twenty to thirty meters at the base which seemed similar to some very large neon towers. Chapter 273 Chapter 273 God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation Roland roughly estimated the size of the underground cave, the area below was almost the size of a football field, and was surrounded by steep mountain walls. The road connecting it with the other cave started in the middle of one of those mountain walls, and next to the tunnel entrance he could see a narrow stone staircase, which extended straight towards the bottom. ¡°I guess this staircase wasn¡¯t cut out by you,¡± Roland said while he squatted down and brought his torch near the ground. In the torchlight, he could clearly see marks carved out by knives and axes, with piles of dust and rock bits that were within the notches. ¡°Of course not, Your Highness. At the time we discovered the cave, the stone steps had already existed.¡± Carter said and shrugged his shoulders, ¡°I guess they must have already been here for decades.¡± ¡°Or since hundreds of years,¡± Anna suddenly spoke. ¡°I think so too,¡± Lightning nodded in agreement, ¡°It is only seventy years since Border Town has been established, it is unlikely for the stone staircase to be related to the locals here or even the kingdom.¡± ¡°There were already some people living in the Western Territory several hundred of years ago?¡± Carter questioned, ¡°Graycastle hadn¡¯t even existed back then.¡± Roland patted the knight¡¯s shoulder, ¡°Four hundred and fifty years ago, there existed a group of people who have already been forgotten by history.¡± Then he lifted the torch and said, ¡°Let¡¯s go down and take a look.¡± Twenty to thirty soldiers of the First Army were already standing at the center of the cave, so he took the knight and the witches then went next to one of the God¡¯s Punishment Stones without delay. Only when he stood at the edge of this stone pillar was he finally able to realize how huge this actually was. Even by extending his arms as far as he could, he still wasn¡¯t able to surround even a tenth of it. He lifted his head and looked at the top, the tallest pillar made out of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation already came close to thirty meters, which was almost equivalent to the height of an eight or nine story building, and was shining in an ominous purple light. In theory, stones could emit light either by having a radioactive material, or by containing some fluorescent components. But, the rays of light emitted by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation obviously had nothing to do with any of these possibilities. The light from the former was from the ionization in the air as the elements decayed. Furthermore, the shorter the half-life, the greater the brightness would be. But according to these very words and taking the stones¡¯ brightness into account, the soldiers who had already entered the cave for several minutes, would have died from ionization radiation by now. While the latter possibility would need an external light to shine on it, but there was no light source here at the bottom of the mine, which could support it enough to send out the light continuously. Roland also noted that although the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation had a crystal¡¯s commonly seen prism shape, its surface didn¡¯t have the veined pattern that came from crystals, but was instead as smooth as glass. ¡°The Church sells a thumb sized piece of a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation for several gold royals. However, a piece of this magnitude¡­ it is something impossible to acquire even after emptying the vaults of the entire Four Kingdoms.¡± Carter couldn¡¯t stop himself from lamenting. ¡°You want to give it to the nobles to slaughter witches?¡± Nightingale asked with a fierce glare. ¡°Uh, this isn¡¯t what I meant,¡± The Chief Knight answered quickly, while unconsciously moving out from her line of sight. ¡°It is the first time that I have seen God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation shine in these colors, shouldn¡¯t they be transparent white¡ª¡± Lightning curiously looked at the pillars, ¡°In case you take them back with you, won¡¯t it be unnecessary to use a candle in the evening?¡± ¡°I¡¯d rather bring a candle into an already stuffy room filled with dozens of candles, than use this for light,¡± Nightingale murmured while placing both her hands on her chest, ¡°For us witches, they are a prison cage, the stocks and chains that are held by the Church! If the world didn¡¯t have these damnable stones, it would be better off.¡± ¡°Oh, Sister Nightingale, you couldn¡¯t read a sentence in the evening anyway¡­¡± The little girl licked her lips, picked up a stone from the ground and looked at Roland. ¡°Can I take a piece of it back with me as my spoils of adventure?¡± Roland nodded, ¡°If you don¡¯t hate these kind of things.¡± She held a stone and raised her arm into the air and swung it towards the stone pillar. It smashed against the edge of the prism, only to hear a ¡°ting¡± as the stone in her hand splintered while the prism showed not even the slightest scar. Seeing this, Carter shouted in shock, ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡­ Shouldn¡¯t the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation be fragile?¡± ¡°Perhaps it is because this chunk is shining differently,¡± Lightning threw the remaining stone chips in her hand away and took a dagger out of her waist purse. However, even after a good deal of tossing around the prism, with all kinds of scraping and cutting, it was still to no avail. Feeling that something was wrong, Roland looked at Nightingale and said, ¡°You try it.¡± The latter merely nodded, took out her revolver, aimed directly at the prism then pulled the trigger. Immediately followed by an enormous echo splitting the silence in the cave, and the birth of some sparks at the impact area of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. After the smoke cleared, the group walked over to the stone, merely to discover that the bullet wasn¡¯t even able to do anything more than leaving a small stain on the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation¡¯s surface. This suggested that the durability of these intensely shining stones already exceed that of homogenized steel plates. ¡°Even the gun is useless?¡± Carter asked with a frown, ¡°In the end, how is the Church able to cut a piece off and sell it?¡± No one could answer this question, causing everyone¡¯s expression to cloud up. Even Roland had been able to use his own force to break the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, like that time he¡¯d broken the necklace around Anna¡¯s neck for instances. Just two or three pulls from him had been enough to turn the pure and limpid stone into a pile of white dust. But at this moment, Anna who had been silent until now, suddenly opened her mouth, ¡°Your Highness, do you still remember the ¡®treasure map¡¯ that Ferlin Eltek had drawn?¡± ¡°Treasure map?¡± Roland asked confused. He could vaguely remember that there was a triangle occupying more than half of the drawing. One of the three edges pointed at the Holy City Taqila, one at the stone tower in the Concealing Forest and one at the foot of the Northern Slope Mountain¡­ hold on, at the foot of the Northern Slope Mountain? Suddenly a lightning spark flashed through his brain, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it was pointing at the foot of the Northern Slope Montain, rather it was pointing here,¡± Anna said slowly, ¡°This is a place which contained a lot of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation underground. ¡­ Even after a careful search, besides a large number of indestructible God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, they hadn¡¯t been able to discover anything else that was of value within the cave. Not to mention remains of ancient books, there weren¡¯t even chiseling tools used for the stone staircase left behind, which was very strange. According to the current level of technology, if they wanted to chisel out a staircase in such a steep cliff, it absolutely would be a tremendous and arduous undertaking. Things such as accidentally falling or losing tools should have been frequent occurrences. But for the current scene, besides the stones, and even more stones, it seemed as if the cave had been thoroughly cleaned before they¡¯d left. When Roland returned to his office, he immediately called for Scroll, and had her reproduce the Knight¡¯s drawing on top of her ¡®Book of Changes¡¯. Similar to the pattern in his memory, the southernmost point was indeed located at the foot of the Northern Slope Mountain. If Anna¡¯s guess is right, can it be a map left behind by the Church, contains new veins of God¡¯s Punishment Stones? However, why would they spend all that time and effort to dig out the stairway to the bottom only to abandon it afterward? If the Church had already built a church in Border Town four hundred and fifty years ago, I am afraid that the current Border Town would look completely different from now. In accordance with the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation selling price and its usage, it is unlikely that they would willingly give up the natural resources in this mine. Nowadays the Holy City of Taqila had already become a forbidden region, that was fully out of reach. Perhaps the only remaining possibility for finding the answer lies hidden within the stone tower¡­ or perhaps it will remain unknown forever. Chapter 274 Chapter 274 Exam After dinner, Candle entered the castle hall quite early. On every nightfall, Teacher Scroll would give lessons in the room, but unlike the aristocracy colleges in large cities, the students who attended the lecture were witches from the Witch Union. But she wasn¡¯t the first person to come to the ¡°classroom¡±, when she entered Evelyn was already sitting at the long table and waving to her. ¡°Has His Highness assigned any duty to you recently?¡± The moment Candle took her place, Evelyn couldn¡¯t stop herself from asking. She recalled the time they had only just arrived, and she had drily addressed the other party as ¡®milord¡¯. While secretly laughing at the bottom of her heart Candle answered, ¡°There is, he gave me the task to cast my ability on a few strange lumps of metal, so that they would remain at room temperature, but I don¡¯t understand what use that would have.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ It¡¯s like that,¡± Evelyn¡¯s eyes became dull, ¡°So far, His Highness had not asked me to do anything.¡± ¡°He didn¡¯t provide you with adjusted practice content?¡± Candle asked in wonder. ¡°No, I¡¯m practicing according to my own wishes,¡± Evelyn shook her head and said. ¡°He only occasionally comes and asks me to taste a new wine.¡± ¡°Maybe that is just that what His Highness is looking for, all your life you¡¯ve been in pubs, and so you¡¯re very familiar with the taste of the drinks. There aren¡¯t many witches like you.¡± ¡°There is no need for a witch who can taste wine at all,¡± she protested. ¡°A salary of a gold royal is enough to recruit a specialized winemaker.¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Candle patted the other side¡¯s shoulder, ¡°I think His Royal Highness certainly must have a plan.¡± ¡°Scroll also tried to comfort me this way, but even I do not know what to do with my ability. I cannot simply rely on air to turn water into wine¡­ Don¡¯t tell me he just wants to make the tastiest type of wine to sell? But commoners are only able to afford ale of poor quality, while all the nobles have their personal preference which doesn¡¯t have anything in common with one another.¡± Evelyn laid her chin on the table and continued in a depressed tone, ¡°And the wine His Royal Highness gives me to taste is becoming more and more¡­ hard to drink. I already suggested that he adds water or fruit juice, but he seems to only want to make the strongest wine possible.¡± For a moment, Candle didn¡¯t know what to say, regarding this point, she and Evelyn were both sitting in the same boat. After reaching Sleeping Island, most of the time they could only do some trifling chores ¨C along with the daily increase in fish oil, solidifying candles had become unnecessary, while Tilly completely forbid any sort of drinking in general. Even during the early tense phases, their supplies were often allocated according to a person¡¯s ability; sometimes Candle would only receive some unsalted grilled fish. During this she never had the feeling that there was any problem with this approach, to the contrary, she was even willing to forgo her food for those witches who needed to consume larger amounts of their magic. However, that the other witches began to divide themselves into groups and even somewhat excluded her had made her feel a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, Lady Tilly had still looked after them extremely well, even apologizing for the method of distribution, and going so far as promising that after the supplies became more plentiful, they would start to make adjustments, this way the less-favored witches didn¡¯t feel the rejection that clearly anymore. But in Border Town such a situation had never occurred ¨C all the witches sat together at the same table, and enjoyed the meal together with His Royal Highness. And the clothes they put on and the treatment shown to them didn¡¯t hold any differences¡­ but the most important difference she¡¯d been able to see during their daily life, was that regardless whether their ability was formidable or not, they all regarded each other as a one group. Although it had only been two short weeks since she¡¯d come to Border Town, she had already experienced this point very deeply. They really considered each other as sisters. Something which made Candle feel very envious. When all the witches had come and sat down, Teacher Scroll entered the room while carrying a stack of white papers, ¡°Today, I won¡¯t teach you any new content. Instead, I will conduct a comprehensive exam of what you have learned until now.¡± ¡°What is that?¡± Lightning asked as she raised her hand. ¡°Googoo?¡± Maggie also asked. ¡°You have been studying for three months now, and His Highness believes that it is time to test the results of your learning.¡± Scroll said cheerfully, ¡°All the questions have been arranged on these papers and are separated into three parts, kingdom language, mathematics, and nature. Altogether there are sixty questions, every answer gives a point while every mistake lowers the score¡­ Of course, if you do not understand the problem, you just have to raise your hand and ask your question. I believe that all of you have already mastered the primary writing and reading skill, or else even if you¡¯d known the answer, you would still be unable to answer.¡± Scroll paused for a moment before continuing, ¡°By the way, His Highness had said that only those who have answered more than half of the question correctly, will be able to enjoy ice cream during the weekend¡¯s afternoon tea. If your score is below this limit, you will lose your afternoon tea qualification.¡± Candle suddenly heard a gasping sound, she turned around and saw Nightingale wearing a dumbstruck expression with charcoal lying in two pieces on the ground. ¡°Furthermore, His Highness has especially made it clear, that the five witches that came from Sleeping Island are not to be included in this arrangement. So it is their decision whether they want to stay behind and answer or if they want to leave and have a free evening.¡± Scroll looked one after another at Candle, Evelyn, and the others, before saying ¡°No matter what your final score is, you will be able to enjoy the delicious afternoon tea.¡± ¡°Puh,¡± Evelyn patted her chest, turned her head and whispered, ¡°I won¡¯t be able to recognize all the letters, so I¡¯m not confident that I will get the ice cream.¡± Honey and Lotus immediately got up, happily saluted Scroll and left the hall afterward. Plus, Sylvie, whose body had been feeling somewhat unwell and thus hadn¡¯t even come to the hall, left Evelyn and Candle as the only witches from Sleeping Island in the hall. ¡°Do you want to stay?¡± Candle asked in a small voice. ¡°I want to try,¡± the other nodded, ¡°Didn¡¯t His Highness say that knowledge leads to evolution? If I don¡¯t work hard in this respect, I¡¯m afraid I will never be able to compare with them.¡± She showed a sly smile, ¡°These days I¡¯ve been practicing writing my characters in my room after the class, Lily and Mystery Moon also taught me how to read and write some common words.¡± While mentioning this, the frustration within Evelyn¡¯s voice immediately dispersed a lot, and her eyes became shiny, making it impossible for Candle not to smile. ¡°Yes, I¡¯ll also try it.¡± ¡­ ¡°Your Royal Highness, the test results have come out,¡± Scroll said while handing the summary over to Roland. ¡°You¡¯ve worked hard,¡± Since the recent discovery beneath the Northern Slope mine Roland was still feeling quite puzzled. So he found it difficult to concentrate on his daily tasks, so he tried to focus on something less intense, ¡°Huh? Was Nightingale¡¯s performance unexpectedly able to meet the standard required?¡± ¡°Yes, but not only was it good enough, her grade was even in the forefront; which was partly due to her perfect language score,¡± Scroll reported with a smile, ¡°After all, most of your topics were very simple. Furthermore, she has already learned how to read and write a long time ago, so her starting point had been much better compared to the other witches.¡± ¡°Tsk,¡± Roland smacked his lips, ¡°I thought I could make her eat fewer sweets with this exam.¡± Even before his voice had completely fallen, he felt his shoulder being severely pinched. ¡°In short, the result look quite good, all the members of the Witch Union have more than sixty, so it seems that your education is bearing fruit.¡± ¡°These results are also inseparable from their efforts.¡± Moving his vision further down Roland asked, ¡°Only two of the witches of Sleeping Island participated in the test?¡± ¡°Well, the one named Evelyn received five points, while Candle got thirty-six. The latter should already have some prior foundations, so most of her points come from kingdom language.¡± She replied. That she, even after having followed the class for only two weeks, was still able to receive some points outside of the writing part right, shows that her individual quality is truly astonishing. Both instincts and external knowledge are components to the continual improvement of a witch¡¯s magic. The results of their own witches were also excellent, for example, Lily, Hummingbird, Mystery Moon and the others had only spent three months¡¯ time from being illiterate before they grasped the basics of reading and writing, and with this they¡¯ve already exceeded the majority of the people in the streets. What would the future look like when the people could put aside their prejudices and work together with the witches to promote the level of society and civilization as a whole? Roland¡¯s heart became filled with anticipation at the thought. Chapter 275 Chapter 275 Lucia and Nightingale Lucia was cautious and solemn as she put three iron chunks on the floor of her bedroom before closing her eyes. She took a deep breath, and went through the experiences from her previous practice once more, then stretched out her hand and release her ability to surround the target. This was the method of practicing that Anna had helped her come up with. Using three wrought iron ingots which had been especially melted by Anna that were made out of components that had nothing in common with each other, and all respectively containing silver, copper, lead, and some other impurities. Her task was to reconstruct them as pure substances while at the same time leaving behind the impurities and to also find the ingot that contained the highest amount of silver. This meant that she had to control her magic output, and always needed to work on one target first. Otherwise, it could happen that she broke the impurities further into their elements, which was what she had previously done at her home in Valencia, and was also the reason why she felt that her ability were so hard to control. Even if two pieces of paper looked the same, if they were restored to their original elements they could look very different. The fact that there was a relation between the amount of magic power she used and the effect of her abilities, was something she would never be able to comprehend by herself. Which led to the result that the components of some of the papers had been split apart several times, and ultimately turned most of the raw materials into water and gas. After arriving in Border Town, the first lesson the other witches taught her, was that she had to practice controlling her magic. Originally Lucia wasn¡¯t convinced that those invisible and incomprehensible things could also be precisely be controlled. Only when Anna demonstrated how she was able to control the lengths of her black flame, was she finally able to discover how badly mistaken she had been. Not only could Anna adjust the output of her magic, and change the size and thickness of the black flame, she was able to reach a level of perfection in it each and every time. ¡°Elder sister, are you going to go practice again?¡± Bell curiously stuck her head out of the bed. ¡°It¡¯s just after lunch.¡± Lucia¡¯s hand trembled, and the iron ingot in her hand immediately turned into a pile of fine dust. ¡°I told you not to bother me when I¡¯m using my power,¡± she said, turning around to knock against the top of her sister¡¯s head, ¡°Concentrate on reading your letters!¡± ¡°I¡¯m unable to make sense of what I¡¯m looking at,¡± Bell said fretful, ¡°I can¡¯t even understand half of the words¡¯ meaning; I¡¯m not like older sister, you can write and read.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why it is important to read more; many words have a similar structure, so even if you haven¡¯t seen them before, you should still be able to guess what it means. Literacy is a familiarizing process.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± Bell retracted her head. Lucia focused her attention on the second piece of iron ingot, then exercised her control to slowly release her magic. She tried to imagine a thin layer of gauze covering the ingot, and wrapping it up evenly. ¡°Hey, I came,¡± the door suddenly squeaked, and the blonde woman dashed into the room. ¡°Hey, are you practicing your ability?¡± ¡°Sister Nightingale!¡± Bell shouted carefreely. The second piece of iron once again turned into a pile of fine powder. Lucia sighed and put all the metal debris on the floor into a leather bag, feeling that it might be impossible to train today. ¡°Here, this is yours.¡± Suddenly an ice cream with a rich aroma of milk was handed over to her. ¡°Thank you,¡± Lucia said, taking the ice cream, ¡°But shouldn¡¯t this only have been given out during the afternoon tea?¡± Nightingale proudly patted her chest and said, ¡°Oh, that¡¯s true. But this is a special reward I requested from His Highness¡­ here, you also get one.¡± With these words, she handed another one to Bell, which made the little girl immediately burst into laughter. ¡°Sister Nightingale is the best!¡± This guy, as soon as she sees something delicious everything else gets thrown to the back of her mind, Lucia thought helplessly. But the moment the ice cream entered her mouth, and the sweet and rich taste of honey and milk spread through her mouth, together with the cold and refreshing feeling of the ice, further enhancing its sweetness; she also felt that if she had been in her sister¡¯s place she would most likely also have reacted in the same way. Even after completely swallowing it, it still left a slight chill on her teeth and her lips. No one can resist its deliciousness, especially during the hot summer. No wonder that His Highness only gives out ice cream during the weekend afternoon tea. She was afraid that this unique style of food was actually worth a lot of money, she at least had never heard of this dessert during her life in Valencia. Thinking until here, Lucia could not help but ask, ¡°How were you able to get if from His Highness?¡± ¡°Heh heh,¡± Nightingale smiled widely, ¡°I ranked third during the exam, second only to Wendy and the Leaves, however, His Highness thought I would be unable to pass the exam at all. Since the actual situation was worlds apart from his imagination, it was only natural that I requested a special reward from him.¡± ¡°Actually¡­ it was like this,¡± she hesitated for a moment then asked, ¡°Then, my?¡± ¡°Sixty-eight, but I don¡¯t know your actual rank.¡± ¡°Uh, so low.¡± Lucia was depressed. Altogether there were 120 points, but I was only able to get a little bit more than half of them right, even though I already learned how to read and write long ago. ¡°That¡¯s pretty good,¡± Nightingale said while patting her head. ¡°After all, how long have you been following the lectures? It¡¯s only natural that you would fall a bit short in regards to mathematics and nature. But if you ever come across any problem, you can come and ask me if you want.¡± ¡°Me? Can I also ask!?¡± Bell raised her hand. ¡°Of course,¡± Nightingale answered laughingly, ¡°You¡¯re welcome at any time.¡± ¡°If I pass the elementary examination, is it possible for me to choose my own work?¡± ¡°You are still too young, His Highness said, the minimum age to start to work is fourteen years of age, but right now you are only ten years old, so don¡¯t be so anxious.¡± Lucia stared at her. However, the little girl was unwilling to give up so easily, ¡°I also want to help you share the pressure. In case you want to get married and have a baby, you will need to spend a lot of money. If the money is not enough, your days will become very painful!¡± ¡°Where did you hear this?¡± Lucia threw her hands in front of her face. ¡°Daddy said it; he was always nagging that he¡¯d almost been unable to raise us.¡± ¡°Pfff, hahaha,¡± Nightingale couldn¡¯t suppress her laughter, ¡°If you could take a job, where would you go?¡± ¡°Chemical laboratory!¡± Bell raised her hand and said, ¡°I want to become an alchemist, get the title of Sage and receive everyone¡¯s admiration and praise!¡± ¡°This¡­ better not,¡± she shook her head. ¡°The lab is dangerous.¡± ¡°Dangerous?¡± The sisters asked simultaneous. ¡°Yeah,¡± Nightingale said while spreading out her hands, ¡°Not only do they often have to deal with acids, but there are also explosions sometimes. Even the chief alchemist Kyle Sichi was unable to avoid accidents. Four of his fingers were blown away last time. I¡¯m afraid that if it weren¡¯t for Nana¡¯s magic, Mr. Sichi would¡¯ve been unable to pick up any jars or bottles for the rest of his life.¡± She paused, ¡°Furthermore, it seems that His Highness is recently trying to develop a new type of gunpowder. And even he thinks that it is extremely dangerous, so he commanded that it could only be done in a separate laboratory.¡± ¡°Uh, in that case, do you have any good suggestions?¡± Lucia went over and wrapped Bell into her arms, determined never to let her sister go to such a dangerous place. ¡°Without a doubt, she should enter the City Hall and become a civil servant.¡± ¡°Civil¡­ servant?¡± she repeated. Nightingale coughed twice, ¡°Cough cough, that was what His Highness called them when he was thinking out loud. Commonly speaking, they are called City Hall Officials. Their job is stable and safe, while their salary is on the upper level. Moreover, their prospects are also good, if you can become a department head, your rewards won¡¯t be less than that of a witch.¡± ¡°So, it¡¯s like this,¡± Lucia said thoughtfully. ¡°Sister Nightingale, do you like His Royal Highness?¡± Bell asked in curiosity, ¡°In many of your sentences you say: ¡®His Highness said¡¯, my mother said, you¡¯d only talk so much about someone if you liked them.¡± When she heard her sister¡¯s question, Lucia¡¯s face became stiff. To hell with it! How can you directly ask such a question, this is simply too rude. At most we can be regarded as friends, so you cannot ask such a question of someone; even more so since that person is my highly-esteemed senior. She felt stricken by panic and hurriedly covered Bell¡¯s mouth, but before she could even start her apologies, Nightingale already gave her a frank response. ¡°Yeah, I like him.¡± Chapter 276 Chapter 276 New artillery research and development While on her way to bring the ore to His Highness, Nightingale¡¯s answer was running through Lucia¡¯s mind. She had to admit, she was shocked by the calm manner in which Nightingale had revealed her feelings. Although she wasn¡¯t entirely clear about the feelings of all the people involved, but a witch and a prince¡­ simply couldn¡¯t ever be with each other, right? So shouldn¡¯t she be careful and hide her thoughts at the bottom of her heart, and never let others know about them? Furthermore, why would she as a simple listener feel so excited and embarrassed? Coming to a stop in front of the door to the office, Lucia took a deep breath before pushing open the door and entering. ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯ve brought the ore.¡± ¡°Let me see,¡± Roland answered as he fought the urge to yawn. The ruler of Border Town seemed the same as always, with his drowsy-eyed appearance it seemed it hasn¡¯t been that long since he¡¯d finished taking his nap and it wasn¡¯t like he was in that much of a clear-headed state yet either. While leaning comfortably against the back of his chair, showing a natural bearing and speaking with an easy-going tone, he was completely unlike the other nobles with their strict and insulting mannerism. Seeing him like this, Lucia¡¯s former indescribable nervousness loosened by a small amount. She then calmly took out the ore granules they¡¯d found in the Northern Slope Mine and place them on the desk one after another. After being broken down with her ability, all those granules now seemed to have almost the same look. Their colors weren¡¯t ash-colored, but were silver-white instead, and it was probably only a brilliant person of wide learning like the Prince that would be able to distinguish what these ores really were. However, even after looking at them for a long time, the Prince still ended up knitting his brow. First, he took them into his hand one after another in order to estimate their weight. He then went to the window behind his desk to take a closer look from within the sunlight, only to finally wave with his hand and say, ¡°Keke, seems I have no choice but to give these ores to Mr. Sichi to identify them. For now, you can go back to the courtyard at the North Slope and continue the practice of your ability, if there is something you don¡¯t understand you can always go to Anna and ask.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Huh? There exist something His Highness doesn¡¯t know? Lucia quickly bowed and said, ¡°Yes.¡± Just as she was about to leave the office, Roland called out to her again. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right, your present test grade is pretty good, sixty-eight ranking ninth in the class. And that¡¯s after just one month of learning. Showing such a performance is not easy, so you must try and keep it up. Also¡­,¡± he paused for a moment. ¡°I hope that Bell can also participate in the next exam together with everyone.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Lucia excitedly agreed. * After watching the little girl happily bow away, Roland looked at the metal particles on the table and sighed. I was too naive, thinking that by breaking them down into one element, I might be able to discover what kinds of ore veins are hidden within the Northern Slope Mine. However, I once again have to acknowledge that there is a great deal of difference between mechanical engineering and geology. If that wasn¡¯t the case, I would have known that these stones would be broken down into three or four different kinds of metals. The most of the still remaining parts of the rocks can be considered as metalloid ores, but they have almost no difference in their color or shape. Such as iron, aluminum, magnesium, potassium when in a high purity state they are all silver-white metals, if I ever wanted to distinguish them by naked eye it will be much too difficult. In the end, it is still better to give this issue to the chief alchemist to resolve, after all, he can verify the characteristics of the material through observing their chemical reaction, which should be much more reliable than my own guesses. When he made up his mind regarding this matter, Roland took out a piece of paper and began planning on how to deal with the upcoming Months of Demons. Seeing that summer was about to end, these three months of fall were his final preparation time. Besides resisting the invasion of the demonic beasts from the West, he had also had to keep an eye on Timothy and the Church who might come from the Eastern side. Unlike last year where he had to pull on his lapels exposing the elbows, Border Town¡¯s population and income nowadays had gone through a substantial growth. They had also gradually increased the iron production, and with the help of more than a dozen witches, he was sure that he would be able to turn the Western Territory into an impassable iron bastion. Based on to the previous year¡¯s combat experience, the greatest threat to the wall was without a doubt the mixed demonic beasts. Especially so when the enemy had a thick crust, which would be hard to wear down using bullets, and thus could only be killed by explosion at a close proximity, or by sending witches out of the city. However, no matter what kind of countermeasure he used, they both held high risks. Also, until now he had only faced attacks from the enemy¡¯s cavalry or infantry, so he had never seen this era¡¯s siege weaponry. If the other side could construct a torsion catapult, or the more advanced counterweight trebuchets, he feared that he would encounter a lot of trouble. After all, the process of loading a cannon so that it could fire was very inconvenient. Not only did they have to to raise the cannon chamber each time they loaded , it was also easy for the cannon ball to roll out of it. These circumstances all meant it was inevitable that he would have to develop a new cannon. After thoughtfully thinking about it, Roland began to list all of the requirements he had onto a piece of paper. First of all, it had to have a sufficient shooting distance and force; enough that it could break through the shell of a mixed species that was a thousand meters away. Secondly, it had to be rear loaded, this way the head could freely be lowered or raised, while still preserving its ability to shoot quickly. Finally, in order to reduce the time of repeated research and development, the cannon should also be designed to fulfill several purposes. Meaning that in addition to being used to defend a stronghold and suppress the enemy, it could also be directly pulled onto a ship and be employed as the major weapon for future heavy gunboats. Because of this it would have to be a large caliber with a long barrel type of heavy artillery. Roland first thought of those 15-16 cun (2.5cm) huge monsters that were used on battleships, with a range of several scores of kilometers, and powerful enough for a shot to dig several meters deep into the ground, only to quickly reject an unrealistic idea such as this. Although there shouldn¡¯t be any problem on the processing side, but with Border Town¡¯s current level of materials, it meant that at least nine out of ten cannons would be explode. And if he thickened the cannon¡¯s wall to more than one meter, they would lose their practical value since he would be no longer able to move them. By now he could only give birth to high-purity wrought iron that had the performance of ordinary steel. So the plan still had to be on the conservative side. Roland finally set the caliber to the sacred number of 152 millimeters. The cannon used a vertical wedge breechblock, which was upwards and downwards sliding door..When it was pulled down it exposed the cannon¡¯s chamber, and after loading it with an artillery shell, the block could be moved back up to completely lock the rear, so that the gunpowder could only erupt forward. Compared to a spiral breechblock and horizontal wedge breechblock, its speed was faster, and its principle was also very simple and was a blueprint he already knew by heart. However, if he wanted to implement rapid firing, the artillery had to be equipped with a recoil mechanism, which in simple terms resembled two bicycle pumps, one that was filled with a padding of oil and the other with a spring or gas. Due to the recoil the muzzle would press against the two tubes, and would simultaneously compress the oil and the spring. The oil was used to buffer the recoil, while the spring would store the power and push the canon back into its original position after the shell left. Lastly the shell. Since he was already using the sacred cannon, there was no way he could be satisfied with using clumsy iron balls and paper wrapped canister shot anymore. But Roland decided to develop two sets of artillery shells just to be safe, one would be the enlarged version of a bullet, with a warhead made out of solid metal; and another kind, one that had an explosive warhead and using an impact detonator, like the howitzers used by later generations. After all, he would surely come across some technological problems while developing the explosive warheads, things like the development of a reliable detonator needed repeated testing. Because of this he couldn¡¯t guarantee that he could achieve it before the begin of the Months of Demons, therefore they had to first produce the former before they could resolve the problems of the latter. Even with a solid warhead, it should still be possible to easily deal with the slow-moving thick-skinned mixed beasts and fixed siege equipment. Of course, no matter which kind of shells he used in the end, both would still consume a lot of smokeless gunpowder. In case they weren¡¯t able to start large-scale production of the two acids, the new guns could only be used as special weapons, which would mean that wanting to employ a large artillery barrage would be impossible to realize despite how much he wanted to do so. At this moment, one of his personal guards pushed open the door and entered the office. ¡°Your Highness, a secret letter from King¡¯s City has arrived.¡± Roland put down the quill and opened the envelope. From start to finish, the letter didn¡¯t have a signature, and its handwriting was also very unfamiliar, but its short sentence made it clear that Theo was undoubtedly the one who had sent it. ¡°Today a group of about a thousand people left King¡¯s City, while heading toward the Western Border.¡± Chapter 277 Chapter 277 Theater Conflict Longsong Stronghold, theater performance hall. The curtain fell to the sound of the audience¡¯s endless whistles and cheers. May wiped the sweat from her forehead and saw Irene¡¯s gaze, full of excitement and expectation, lingering on herself; she gave two slight nods in response. This acknowledgment made Irene cheer out loud, the moment the curtain hit the ground, she could no longer stop herself from rushing over, and forcefully wrapped May into a hug. ¡°Hahaha, I really can play it!¡± So troublesome, May gave her a supercilious look and pushed her away, ¡°At last you have made some progress and can now take the stage independently.¡± ¡°Miss may, then¡­ what¡¯s with me?¡± Rosia, another actor that was playing a witch cautiously asked her. ¡°You still have a long way to go,¡± she answered without hesitation, ¡°Your expression is still stiff, your movements are sluggish, you also didn¡¯t put any feelings into your lines. During the second act you made two mistakes, and during the fourth act you¡¯d positioned yourself incorrectly, which is a typical mistake if you don¡¯t memorize the script.¡± ¡°Haha, Miss May is indeed really strict,¡± Gheit awkwardly scratched the back of his head, ¡°However, the audience¡¯s response seems to be very good, if you listen, you can hear that the applause has yet to subside.¡± ¡°Most of these people are civilians who have never been to the theater, so seeing a play such as this is still a new thing for them,¡± May interjected bluntly. ¡°If this had been a regular show, those several mistakes would have been sufficient for the nobility to all let out hissing sounds.¡± She paused, ¡°If you want to go down the actor¡¯s road, you are never allowed to be satisfied with temporary successes, only by continually improving yourself will you be able to gain a firm foothold on the stage.¡± The surrounding people all simultaneously lowered their heads and said, ¡°Yes, thank you for your guidance!¡± May sighed, here we go again, I definitely cannot be considered as the drama tutor of this group of people. But in the end, she was too lazy to care about such a trivial matter and merely said, ¡°All right, everyone carry on with your hard work. The ¡®Witch Diary¡¯ will be shown at least until September, so there are still many plays during which we can develop further. This is a rare opportunity; no one should miss out on it.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± One month ago May had received a notice from the Ministry of Education, the members of the theater team were instructed to go to Longsong Stronghold and perform. These so-called members were those inferior performers she had met at the start of her journey to Border Town, and Irene Eltek. Perhaps it was because His Highness the Prince and acting Duke Petrov had reached an agreement with the theater to let them free its schedule, so that the crew could perform the ¡°Witch Diary¡± trilogy. And so, with this group of amateur performers, together with the newly added actors who also couldn¡¯t be considered as well-known actors, were now openly performing on the stronghold theater¡¯s biggest stage. At normal times, they might not even be selected as a substitute for a supporting role. Now however, not only were they able to play the role of an important character on stage, but they could also perform hand in hand with the Star of the West, which made a lot of people lament about the impermanence of destiny. When May returned to the backstage area, she couldn¡¯t refrain from puckering her brows. There at the lounge, she saw a group of people disturbing everyone with their noise, seemingly trying to start a dispute. The moment they saw May appear, more than a dozen followed the leadership of one woman as they stepped forward and began to surround her. These people were all actors of the theater. May also recognized the woman leading them, she was called Bella Dean and was a famous actor that belonged to a different group. Some nobles even went so far as to say that she was May¡¯s biggest competitor for the position as the Star of the West, but in fact, whether it was her acting or fame, she had never been able to pressure May. ¡°Guess who I¡¯m finally able to see?¡± Bella bypassed May and slowly started to walk over towards Irene one step at a time, ¡°A group of inferior actors who¡¯ve sneakily returned from the countryside.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Irene asked with a bewildered face, Gheit, Rosia, and the other¡¯s faces all turned stiff and they couldn¡¯t stop themselves from taking two steps back. ¡°Pfff,¡± Bella covered her mouth and said, ¡°She doesn¡¯t even know her own identity and status.¡± These words aroused a burst of laughter from the group, ¡°Then let me say it directly to you, a big city such as Longsong Stronghold isn¡¯t a place where people like you should come to perform. Moreover, the stronghold theater also doesn¡¯t welcome such a vulgar and third-rate performance. What ¡®witch diary¡¯? it¡¯s just a few stray dogs all howling in grief. Who could ever be interested in seeing this kind of drama that¡¯s bad enough to spoil one¡¯s appetite? The earlier you get lost and return to Border Town, the better.¡± ¡°You,¡± Irene suddenly turned red, ¡°What do you call a third-rate performance? didn¡¯t you hear the applause of the audience?¡± ¡°Ha, audience?¡± Bella sneered sarcastically, ¡°You call those people who work in the mud, and come in contact with hoes and furnaces every day, an audience? Don¡¯t make me lose a tooth from laughing! Just catch some monkeys and make them run in circles and they will also be cheering loudly! If it hadn¡¯t been for the free tickets, would they ever have the spare money to come and see you perform?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Irene opened her mouth but didn¡¯t know how to properly refute. ¡°The theater already has to deal with a continuous fall in revenue since you came to perform on the big stage every Wednesday. Furthermore, even we are being affected, as long as you and your drama keep on playing here, the nobility will not come!¡± Bella raised her voice, ¡°Who would be willing to sit on greasy and dirty chairs covered with mud bits? I in turn, also do not want to come into a messy theater that your group of country bumpkins have left behind.¡± The other side has apparently came to pick a quarrel, May thought, with the sudden appearance of Border Town¡¯s performers, many people from the theater crowd have indeed lost their chance to appear, but by no means is Bella Dean suffering under this effect. According to the news I¡¯ve received from some acquaintances, after my departure from Longsong Stronghold, the theater deliberately tried turning her into the new Star of the West, so they naturally cannot cancel the drama she¡¯s starring in. Looking at Bella¡¯s action from this point of view, her purpose was clearly evident. Even though it seems she was scolding Irene and the others, in reality, her attack is directed against me. If these people shrink back, I alone cannot perform the Witch Diary and will have no other option than to go back to Border Town in shame. In this way, by defeating them, it is equal to defeating me. Moreover, by recovering an opportunity for the other actors to play, her prestige is also bound to rise; in that way establishing her place as the new generation¡¯s Star of the West. But I will never become the stepping stone for someone else! ¡°The theater¡¯s income is falling, are you serious?¡± May turned and said thoughtlessly, ¡°How can you come up with such a naive judgment as to think that the theater is unable to make ends meet just because of giving away free ticket. The theater manager has undoubtedly reached an agreement with His Royal Highness and Petrov, concluding that the loss of revenue would naturally be paid for by Border Town¡¯s City Hall. This is a business contract, not someone playing house. You really should use your brain rather than rely on your imagination to start shouting and screaming.¡± ¡°You¡­ are only talking nonsense!¡± ¡°In the end, the decrease of the income is merely because of you and this group of inferior actors with no status.¡± May showed a faint smile, ¡°There was one time when I was performing at King¡¯s City Grand Theater, which is an open-air theater. It just so happens that on the day of the show it was raining. However, the nobles still came and filled even the last seat. So, you¡¯re saying it is because of the commoners that the nobility is unwilling to watch your show? No, it¡¯s simply that they do not enjoy coming over to watch a play that is performed by a group of monkeys.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The scene fell into a strange silence, not only did no one step forward to blame them further, they weren¡¯t even trying to find an excuse. ¡°Finally, you said that the ¡®Witch Diary¡¯ is of inferior quality and vulgar; a story about stray dogs struggling and howling in grief?¡± The corners of May¡¯s mouth rose, her voice however, was bone chillingly cold, ¡°I may have forgotten to tell you, but it was the Prince who wrote the story for the script. Do you want to tell me that His Highness ideas are low-grade and vulgar? Insulting the royal family is a crime punishable by cutting off the tongue; are you still going to stick with your point of view now?¡± She looked at the crowd standing behind Bella, ¡°Or do any of you want to give it a try?¡± One after another, the more than a dozen actors under her gaze backed away. ¡°Enough!¡± Bella clenched her teeth and hissed, ¡°Since you¡¯ve already left for Border Town, you should never have come back! May, do you think I don¡¯t know! The actual reason why you went to that broken place was not to see that idiot Irene, but Morning Light.¡± ¡°Slap!¡° Bella¡¯s voice stopped with a grunt; a bright red hand print was glowing on her left cheek. She touched her face, not daring to believe what had happened just now, ¡°Y-you actually dare to str-strike¡­¡± Fuu~ in the end, she had acted on impulse, so she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. If it went on like this, it could cause some trouble for her later on. Sure enough, two actors behind Bella stepped forward, ¡°Miss May, you are going to far.¡± ¡°Do you know the importance of appearance to an actress; I think that at the very least you need to apologize to her.¡± Apologize? Isn¡¯t that the same as saying I was the one in the wrong? May couldn¡¯t help but to grimly start laughing from the bottom of her heart, the urge to act impulsively returned, but the thought to apologize never even surfaced. With a calm and collected expression, she sized up the two men with their oily hair and powdered faces, and could not help but think of what Carter Lannis had once told her. ¡°Do not look at a man¡¯s strength, they also have many weaknesses, attacks towards their eyes or throat will make them instantly lose their resistance, of course¡­ there is also the place between their legs. As long as you act decisively and quickly it is not impossible for you to knock down a man much stronger than you.¡± Although she wasn¡¯t sure how far this could be applied to the current situation, she had already placed her feet into an attacking position, just waiting for the two men to come closer¡­ However, at this moment, the lounge door was brutally pushed open, an armor wearing knight came in followed by several soldiers with pikes in their hands. As they entered the room, they immediately pointed the pikes at the crowd. ¡°I heard that somebody had slandered His Royal Highness, and that a whole crew is conspiring against him.¡± May couldn¡¯t help but stare blankly, thinking that what she had seen had to be an illusion, she forced herself to blink. However, nothing changed, the man standing in front of her showing her a secret smile was indeed the knight Carter Lannis. Chapter 278 Chapter 278 Combat Plan The conflict soon ended. When they saw the knights threateningly closing in on them, none of them dared to speak up. It was fair to say that the majority of actors were people who moved whichever way the wind blew, otherwise there wouldn¡¯t have been a dispute to begin with. It wasn¡¯t like everyone had the courage to stand up and confront her, the all too famous May. And now that the situation had completely turned around, Bella was escorted away by the two men as they immediately left the lounge. Soon after, Carter and Border Town¡¯s theater group were the only ones in the huge room. ¡°Thank you for your help,¡± Gate and the others said as they bowed. ¡°You were really¡­ too fierce! Two or three of your sentences were already enough to turn her completely speechless.¡± Irene said, grasping May¡¯s hands, ¡°Furthermore, that slap, she looked so perplexed, she couldn¡¯t do anything but cover it with her hand in her disbelief.¡± She then turned towards the Chief Knight and saluted, ¡°Sir Carter, for what reason are you in Longsong Stronghold?¡± ¡°About this point, I¡¯m also very curious,¡± May said while shrugging with her shoulders, but within her heart, she felt relief. ¡°Because of His Highness¡¯ orders,¡± Carter answered and then asked in return, ¡°Can I invite you to a drink?¡± ¡­ ¡°This is¡­ the place where you live?¡± The Chief Knight appeared somewhat reserved while he surveyed the room. ¡°Yes, very ordinary, right?¡± May took a bottle of white wine from the cupboard and poured him a small cup. ¡°The taverns only open at night, so just regard this cup as my invitation to you.¡± Irene and the rest of the group had quickly slipped away, one by one they suddenly remembered something they had still needed to do. Which left only her and Carter in the group by the time they¡¯d reached the residence. ¡°Yes, indeed¡­ quite ordinary,¡± Carter coughed twice, ¡°I¡¯m unaware about your family¡­¡± ¡°My mother passed away when I was still young, I got my father a job in the theater, where he had to do all kinds of easy chores,¡± May stated serenely, ¡°But I think he will come back in the evening.¡± The location of the small cottage was within a dark alley of Longsong Stronghold¡¯s inner city, but she had actually spent all her savings after becoming the Star of the West to purchase it. Even though the house was small and old, but by moving away from the outer city, she at least could get away from harassment and the disturbing peeping Toms. ¡°Uh¡­ sorry.¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing,¡± May answered, and gave herself a small cup, ¡°Did His Royal Highness let you come in order to rectify the theater¡¯s social order and solve the disputes between the actors?¡± ¡°No, of course not,¡± Carter repeatedly waved his hands and said, ¡°Timothy has sent some people to the Western Territory to cause some trouble again, because of this, His Highness Roland along with the majority of the Army are currently on the road. I instead took Small Town and arrived beforehand to arrange the Second Army, reinforce the night watch, and alert the Honeysuckle Family as I do so as to prevent someone from raiding the gates and the like.¡± ¡°These matters, you shouldn¡¯t have told me,¡± May said shocked while shaking her head. ¡°You asked, and it¡¯s not like this is a secret operation,¡± Carter drank the wine, ¡°rest assured, I still have a sense of discretion.¡± ¡°Good,¡± she answered, curling her lips, ¡°So, how did you get to the theater?¡± ¡°After I took care of the matters at hand, all of the sudden I happen to hear about your play and suddenly had the desire to come and see you perform on a real theater stage, wondering what it would look like. And it was just like I thought, even though I could only see the last part of the play, your performance was still wonderful.¡± the Knight praised. ¡°So, I went to backstage intending to invite you to a drink, but I didn¡¯t know whether I should come in or not. Thus, I was indecisively wandering in front of the door when I heard the argument inside¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯ve already been outside from early on?¡± May frowned. ¡°I did not mean to eavesdrop,¡± Carter said in defense while he raised his hands. ¡°It¡¯s just an accident, I promise.¡± ¡°Puff,¡± May couldn¡¯t suppress a chuckle and then said in comfort, ¡°I don¡¯t blame you, there is no reason to show an expression like that.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t?¡± The Knight breathed out in relief and reached for the wine, only to get stopped by May. ¡°You still have night duty, right?¡± May shook his finger and said, ¡°Therefore, I can only let you drink a small cup and no refill. But¡­¡± She smiled, ¡°Wait until the end of the mission, then you can nicely invite me.¡± After Carter left, May took another cup of wine and leaned back against the chair. Since she had tasted the wine for the first time, she discovered that she had slowly started to enjoy its hot and mellow flavor. As for Carter¡¯s previous invitation, she already had a faint answer to it within her heart. It is indeed only possible to know the results of some matters after trying them, just like the wine in my hands. Although the first taste was difficult to swallow, but compared with its following richness and mellowness, those sour and sweet fruit wines or the bland ale just can¡¯t compare. After the end of the theater season, I might as well take my father with me and settle in Border Town, right? ¡­ Roland arrived in Longsong Stronghold two days later. Petrov and members of the five families came out of the city to welcome His Highness the Prince and his troops. After stationing the First Army into the stronghold, Roland went straight to the castle and held a brief meeting. ¡°I got my hands on reliable news, that Timothy had raised a force that is advancing towards the stronghold.¡± Roland announced after sitting down on the Lord¡¯s seat at the top of a flight of steps, while looking down on the nobles gathered beneath, ¡°Their actual number and the route they¡¯ve taken is unknown, but there is no doubt that they are coming for me. According to Timothy¡¯s consistent tactic, they are bound to expand their troops by plundering and enforcing the civilians, and then use drugs to force these people to attack.¡± ¡°Excuse me, Your Highness,¡± the eldest son of the Wolf Family interrupted puzzled, ¡°The drugs you are speaking about¡­¡± ¡°A type of vicious red pill, that can give civilians more strength than a knight, but after the effect wears off, those who took it can only helplessly struggle before dying.¡± In addition to Petrov, the other four influential families didn¡¯t know about the Church¡¯s secret medicine, so Roland gave a simple description of the characteristics and the source of the pill. Then he continued, ¡°Through this plan Timothy continues to weaken the resistance of the Western Territory. Any person he cannot use is a target of looting and enforcing, the same goes for your territory. As the Protector of the Western Territory, I request that you clearly explain the situation to your Family¡¯s staff and the commoners staying on your land; and that you transfer all of them into the city, so that Timothy won¡¯t be able to expand his force.¡± ¡°But the food and stored goods in our warehouses¡­¡± ¡°You can move as much as possible,¡± Roland decisively interrupted, ¡°However, I can only give you three days, until then all the commoners in the surrounding have to have been gathered together inside of the stronghold. After I beat back Timothy¡¯s troops, you can all naturally leave.¡± After the conclusion of the meeting, the Prince summoned Iron Axe to the castle. In fact, by no means had he disclosed the exact situation to the nobility. Lightning and Maggie were already able to expose the whereabouts of the troops coming from King¡¯s City. Unlike the previous group of invaders, they were traveling by sailboat this time, and moving straight along the Redwater River¡¯s channel in an attempt to enter the hinterland of the Western Territory by passing through Willow Town. This was a very thorny route, at the time the enemy came to the river¡¯s bifurcation point, they could either follow the tributary to attack Longsong Stronghold¡¯s Southern and Eastern Gate or continue following the river westwards and go straight for Border Town. In order to prevent his defending troops from needing to split up and create a situation of attending to one thing and losing sight of another, he needed to concentrate his superior military strength and take the initiative to go out and defeat the enemy. Evidently, the Redwater River¡¯s bifurcation would be the most suitable place for such an ambush. Chapter 279 Chapter 279 Battle line up After entering the hall, Iron Axe gave a standard military salute. ¡°Timothy¡¯s troops are expected to reach the junction in the Redwater River four days from now. The First Army will set off this afternoon,¡± Roland bluntly spoke. ¡°You will meet up at the battle site with Border Town¡¯s defensive troops and take over the command; I will travel there as quickly as possible.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t we need to defend Border Town?¡± ¡°All of the enemy¡¯s movements are under the surveillance by Lightning and Maggie. Setting up a defensive division is no longer necessary, just one joint attack to the right side should be enough to smash the enemy.¡± The Prince paused, ¡°But we also need to leave one hundred soldiers in Longsong Stronghold to watch over those nobles.¡± ¡°Remain¡­ here?¡± Iron Axe asked shocked. Roland summarized his previous released orders to the five families, ¡°The reason that I gathered them together was to make it more convenient to watch over them. This will keep them from having any thoughts after learning about Timothy¡¯s attack on the Western Territory. The Second Army¡¯s weapons are old and their combat experience is lacking, so in case they encounter an unexpected situation they may not respond to it. However, with the ten squadrons of First Army¡¯s soldiers, we can ensure that the nobles cannot lift any wind and waves. Since I do not want to fight at the Redwater River junction, only to birth riots at my back.¡± ¡°As you bid, Your Highness,¡± he said. ¡°Do you have to go?¡± After Iron Axe had left the hall, Nightingale stepped out from behind the lord¡¯s seat and asked him. ¡°Of course,¡± Roland said, ¡°If I do not go, who else could make good use out of Lotus¡¯ ability? I may not be adept at commanding battle strategy, but I¡¯m damn good at using bunkers to seal off roads and tanks to slap faces.¡± ¡°Bunker I know of; however, what is this tank?¡± Nightingale¡¯s face showed her confusion. ¡°Oh¡­ they are carriages which drag around a cannon,¡± the Prince coughed twice. ¡°But currently we do not have enough horses, so we have to rely on Little Town to transport the cannons, which like this cannot be called tanks. ¡°That¡¯s the reason why you picked Honey?¡± She blinked and asked, ¡°As far as I know, she can even tame tigers and panthers making them as gentle as horses. But aren¡¯t ¡°tanks¡± nothing more than cannons which are pulled by wild animals?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland couldn¡¯t refrain from tilting his mouth, ¡°The different models can also straightforwardly be named Tiger and Panther.¡° Just then, Carter, holding a white-tailed kite in his arms, came in and announced: ¡°Your Highness, there is news from Border Town.¡± Roland clapped his hands, immediately after, as if it had intelligence, the white-tailed kite unfolded its wings, freed itself from the knight¡¯s arms and soared into the air, gliding the short distance to firmly land on his shoulder. Feeling the kite land on his shoulder, he took a piece of jerky from his pocket and gave it to the bird to swallow. It also conscientiously raised its claw, so that Roland could easily untie the cloth tied to it. The kite wasn¡¯t Maggie in her hawk form, it was one of Honey¡¯s trained air messengers. They could remember five to six different people, as well as hundreds of flight routes, even in case that they were brought to an unknown place, they could still find their way home. This time, for his trip to the stronghold, Roland had brought a total of four messengers. Within one hour they could travel from one place to the other and back. Furthermore, they could also fly for a whole day without having to take a break. In the absence of a wireless transmission, this way of keeping in touch counted as the quickest method. Roland spread out the letter wrapped into the cloth and quickly skimmed over its content. The author of the letter was Wendy, she was reporting that according to his request she had already carried Lotus, Sylvie, Leaves, Hummingbird, and Nana to the fork of the Redwater River. Some artillery members had also traveled together with them. They¡¯d also taken eight cannons with them, which was the maximum number of cannons that Little Town could accommodate. The Prince had estimated that in case Wendy traveled at full speed with Little Town , the cement ship would take about a day to reach the destination. Even though they had Sylvie as their navigator, which made it possible for the ship to travel at night, Wendy¡¯s magical source was much smaller compared to Anna¡¯s, which meant it was impossible for her to use her ability continuously like Anna could. They would therefore need to rest during the night and travel during the day. So with one trip to and fro taking two days, the four days would be merely enough time for them to have transported sixteen field cannons to the river fork. Even though their number was less than during the last battle, but taking into account the surprise raid and the fact that the other side was traveling on ships, it would be impossible for the enemy to counterattack. This amount of firepower would be just barely enough to defeat them. Roland took the pen Nightingale offered and wrote a new set of instructions, he ordered the defense troops to immediately arm themselves and set off. Furthermore, after having reached the river fork they were instructed to merge into one large force under Iron Axe¡¯s command. Only half an hour later, the white-tailed kite would have delivered the letter into Scroll¡¯s hands, who would then hand it over to Captain Brian. ¡­ The next morning, Roland himself arrived at the scheduled location. Reaching the place where the clear and gleaming river divided itself in two, one stream flowing towards Longsong Stronghold, the other carrying on until Redwater City. As the latter river branch was wider, the people used to regard it as the main channel of the Redwater River, while calling the stream leading to the stronghold Little Redwater. After disembarking, they were immediately welcomed by the witches, who had been waiting at the riverside for a long time. Looking around, Roland asked, ¡°Wendy?. ¡°She is already on her way back, together with Little Town,¡± Leaves reported, ¡°She said that there is another batch of cannons which has to be shipped.¡± ¡°I heard that you are going to deal with Timothy Wimbledon, the fake king who hunts for witches within the cities every day.¡± Lotus could no longer wait and asked, ¡°What is it you want us to do?¡± Although Iron Axe and the main force of the First Army had yet to arrive, as long as the witches were here, the preparatory work could still be carried out in advance. ¡°I need to build a line of defense on both sides of the main river,¡± Roland explained while squatting down and using a stone to draw on the ground. ¡°This line represents the enemy¡¯s route forward, so I will split my troops and place them on both sides of the river to launch a sudden pincer attack. However, in order to successfully surprise them, they will have to remain hidden until the attack has begun. So, it is important that you raise a soil house forming a large V-shape on both sides of the river. The houses should have a long form, the walls must be thick, the inside should be divided into eight individual compartments and there should only be small windows on the side of the Redwater River. ¡°Your Highness, I don¡¯t get it¡­¡± Lotus was clearly puzzled, ¡°If you put the soldiers hidden in the soil house you will be able to conceal their whereabouts, but this way they won¡¯t be able to attack the ships on the river, ah. In case the Fake King¡¯s fleet absolutely doesn¡¯t stop nor pulls toward the shore, and instead directly pass by, what should be done then?¡± ¡°No, they are unable to make it through,¡± Roland laughed. ¡°You¡¯ll know why when the time comes.¡± Then he turned to Leaves, ¡°You are responsible for covering these fortifications, with weeds and vines so that everything appears more natural.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Leaves answered. As a result, when the artillery was pushed into the hidden fortifications, the two soil houses Lotus had thought to be useless were instantly transformed into an ¡°unsinkable battleship¡±. When the time came around as long as they lifted the cover plate in front of the windows, each compartment could then let out a deadly flame. It was unlikely that the sixteen field cannons would lose aim because of jolts, in fact, shooting at such a close range, it should be possible to hit the ships sailing in the middle of the river even if their eyes were closed. Granted that the attacks were unable to sink the ships, it should still be sufficient to turn their decks into Asura¡¯s realm. Furthermore, from the very beginning, the enemy will be at the disadvantageous point of the ¡°T¡±, Roland proudly thought, you tell me, being at the ¡°T¡¯s¡± superior position, how could I ever lose? Chapter 280 Chapter 280 Redwater River Ambush (Part 1) The enemy¡¯s fleet took longer to reach the fork in the Redwater River than expected, instead of late morning it was already afternoon of the fourth day when the ten sailing ships slowly appeared at the end of their field of view. Receiving this news, Van¡¯er forwarded it to the sixth compartment, turned to the artillery team he was responsible for and gave the order for them to prepare to shoot, then returned to his shooting position. ¡°Where is the enemy?¡± Rodney asked while opening the window¡¯s cover plate to look around. ¡°They are at least still several hundred meters away from us,¡± Cat¡¯s Claw, in charge of observing the signal flags murmured while he looked through the sky window. ¡°I can¡¯t even see their shadows, there are too many weeds on the roof.¡± Each compartment, in addition to the shooting window, also came with a second window at the top of the wall. After climbing the two steps staircase made of earth, it was possible to see the situation on the Redwater River through the window. ¡°Speaking of the weeds, the ability of the green hair witch is simply inconceivable,¡± Jop said while wiping away some of the cannon¡¯s rust marks. ¡°Wherever she goes, grass grows to be as long and as thin as her hair. After completely covering the bunkers, they now look completely like ordinary soil hills, there is no difference between the two. ¡°What green hair witch?¡± Van¡¯er said beratingly, ¡°That¡¯s Miss Leaves. At the time, when we confronted the Duke¡¯s Knight for the first time, she helped us by planting the vines on both sides of the forest, making it impossible for the Knights to bypass us. Otherwise, they could have gone around us through the wood and attacked us from behind.¡± ¡°With their magic, what kind of witch is ordinary?¡± Rodney asked while he shrugged his shoulders, ¡°One can build those bunkers within one night, the other covers the ground with vines and weeds, one can fly freely in the sky, and one can even change into a giant dove, these are things no mortal could ever do.¡± ¡°If I have to choose, the most amazing one is Miss Nana,¡± Cat¡¯s Claw¡¯s voice was full of longing and expectation, ¡°I do not know if it is an honor to be wounded nowadays. As long as you¡¯re wounded, then you can see her from close range, maybe even hear some comforting words from her.¡± ¡°For my benefit, pay careful attention to the enemy¡¯s position!¡± Van¡¯er snapped, ¡°If any of you dare to talk any more rubbish, I will punish you with cleaning the toilet when we return!¡± Hearing the threat, Cat¡¯s Claw stick out his tongue, and then turned his body around to explore the outside situation. The artillery captain sighed in his heart; nowadays these guys have lost their sense of tension, they weren¡¯t like a few months ago where their hands and feet trembled at the beginning of the battle. He couldn¡¯t say if this changes were good or bad, he always felt that some of them held too much contempt towards the opponent, but he also couldn¡¯t severely reprimand his men, because he was in no way better than them. Since he had become a soldier of His Royal Highness, Van¡¯er¡¯s understanding of battle had undergone changes as great as the difference between sky and earth: The seemingly bloody and cruel fights, no longer had anything to do with your personal strength, skill, and courage. They now only needed repetitive drills to learn all of the necessary steps by heart. Ready themselves according to the rules, meet the enemy according to those rules and open fire according to the rules was equivalent to winning. Especially when Border Town had to withstand the attack of the new King¡¯s Militia, the opponent obviously had astonishing strength, a fierce spirit, and didn¡¯t show any fear of death, just like humanoid beasts. But the fight only lasted for half an hour. When it was time to clear the battlefield, he discovered that he didn¡¯t feel even the slightest trace of fatigue, as if he had only gone through a warm-up exercise before his training, yet they had already exterminated the enemy. In this way, will there be a day when they will fight wars over distances where they couldn¡¯t even see the enemy¡¯s face? Will they be able to wipe out the enemy thousands of miles away just by operating some metallic machines? Just when Van¡¯er got lost in his own world, he was drawn back by Cat¡¯s Claw¡¯s warning shout. ¡°I see the enemy!¡± ¡°Fill in the ammunition!¡± Van¡¯er ordered with a firm voice while shaking his head, pushing all of the distracting thoughts to the back of his head. The people within the compartment suddenly became busy; they had already gone through the following steps so many times, that they could now fill the cachet and artillery shell into the chamber even if their eyes were closed. Under the circumstances that they didn¡¯t need to reset the cannon into the starting position or to adjust the shooting angle, the artillery group could easily shoot once every twenty breaths. His Highness Roland and Iron Axe had already planned and put the strategy for the battle long ago. Moreover, it was similar to Border Town¡¯s previous defense battle, so Van¡¯er could fluently recite it from memory. Therefore, the moment they saw Miss Lightning wave the red flag, they immediately tore down the window¡¯s cover plate and opened fire. The two cannons nearest to the river bank were filled with bullet canisters intended to wipe out the deck, while the rest of the cannons bombarded the hold of the ships with their solid shells. He calmly waited for the arrival of the red signal. ¡­ Lotus no longer needed an observation mirror to keep a lookout, she could see that the fleet of the Fake King had already neared the ambush place. Compared to the three-masted or four-masted seafaring sailing ships, these ships were notably much slimmer, had no tall rigging or fences, and with their low hull, they looked as if they were at the same level of the river. In addition to their bulging sails, they were also pushed forward by sailors on both sides of their decks, who were slowly pulling the helms in their hands. Even now, His Royal Highness still hadn¡¯t issued any new orders. She could not help but become somewhat anxious; standing at their observation point located at the top of a high hill. Even though they could overlook the whole battlefield from here, it was still far away from the river. Without Lightning or Maggie by His Highness¡¯ side, sending new instructions to each team would waste a lot of time, and even if they were only a little late, Lotus was afraid that there wouldn¡¯t be enough time to stop the fleet from passing through the Redwater River fork. Seeing that the leading sailboat was about to pass by the soil houses, Lotus couldn¡¯t help but want to open her mouth to inquire, but at that very moment, a loud bang suddenly rolled over the river. As if this were the signal to attack, more than a dozen thick smoke clouds mixed with a blazing flame came spouting out of the soil house, sending an unending oppressive and earth trembling sound across. In the end, what exactly had happened? When Lotus turned her eyes back to the river, she could hardly believe what she was seeing, She didn¡¯t see any fight between knights or mercenaries, however, on the deck of the first sailboat, it looked like a boiling pot had just exploded. Wood chips, disabled limbs, and severed arms splashed everywhere in all directions. More than half of the scullers had been killed or injured in a flash, and as the bloody mist cleared up, it had smeared the deck a bloody red. After losing half of its moving force, the speed of the vessel quickly slowed down, while the thundering explosion sound hadn¡¯t stopped for even the slightest moment. Not long after, several shadows cut the tall mast at the center of the ship in half; it shook twice before falling to the ground with a loud bang, burying two knights who had just climbed out of the cabin under it. The sailboat was pushed by the water current and slowly began receding, while the other ships fanned out while trying to avoid it. After hearing the cacophony of sounds, lots of people rushed out from within the hold of the ship, only to helplessly look at the leading ship which had already sunken into hell, seemingly not knowing what they should do anymore. Then the horrible attack fell on the second ship. The bloody mist emerging from the now crowded deck became even more raging, and Lotus could see, that after another round of rolling thunder, those enemies who originally stood nearest to the river bank had been completely broken apart and had given birth to many scarlet red empty spots. Those people who were still alive, gave out heartbreaking screams as they tried to push their intestines back into their body. While other lucky survivors immediately jumped into the river to try and escape, no longer willing to spend another breath in the hell on top of the deck. Finally, Lotus understood what His Highness had meant when he said that they would not be able to get through, but¡­ how had his men been able to do this? Chapter 281 Chapter 281 Redwater River Ambush (Part 2) Compared with Lotus who could only survey the scene from an elevated and distant position, Sylvie¡¯s view was much more vivid. Through the thick walls of the soil houses, she could see the soldiers busy themselves in an orderly manner, everyone was repeating the same single motion, but all seven to eight people became one complex whole and moved like clouds and flowing water. The paper bags and iron balls stacked at the back of the compartment, were continuously fed into a thick and robust iron pipe, which then erupted with the sound of thunder. Taking a closer look, Sylvie noticed that the soldiers first lit a rope that was at the end of the iron pipe. The jumping sparks then entered the interior of the pipe and directly ignited the previously loaded paper bag. In the following split second the light became so bright that she was unable to bear keeping her eyes open, the sparks quickly expanded into an orange-red fireball, filling every room in the pipe. With no further place left for it to go, the still growing flame then pushed against the iron ball, ejecting it outward as if a giant hand had thrown it out! Within the blink of an eye, the iron ball turned into a shadow rushing in a straight line towards the ship sailing on the river. Its strength was so great, that it directly drilled through the planks leaving a fist sized hole in the side. Although its speed slowed down a lot the iron ball¡¯s power could still not be underestimated. When it hit one enemy that was trying to climb out of the cabin it immediately tear him in two. It was Sylvie¡¯s first time witnessing such a scene ¨C that without the blade of a sharp knife or the edge of a sword, depending on just one of those plumb iron balls, it was possible to tear a person in two. Due to witnessing the scene from too close, it even felt as if the blood and guts had splashed all over herself. The still not stopped iron ball then hit several more people, not only cutting off their four limbs but also shattering their heads. For a moment, the cabin was full of flowing filthy blood, and red and white internal organs. Sylvie suddenly felt her stomach rolling over and over, and stomach acid came rushing straight along her throat. ¡°Blergh¡­¡± The scene in the hold of the ship suddenly faded ¨C under her chaotical emotional state she was no longer able to keep on using her ability. Sylvie forcefully interrupted the connection to her Eye of Truth giving up to the impulse to throw up instead. ¡°What happened?¡± Lotus was startled, so she immediately came over to support her then worriedly asked, ¡°Are you okay?¡± The Prince also noticing her discomfort turned around and handed her a handkerchief, ¡°If you think it is too bloody, then don¡¯t look at it. At least don¡¯t use your ability to look at it from a close range. For now, first go and take a break.¡± ¡°Thank you¡­¡± Sylvie took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth. ¡°I¡¯m all right.¡± This is probably the ¡°incredible invention¡± Maggie and Lightning had spoken of, but back then we hadn¡¯t listened enough to it or we didn¡¯t pay any attention to it. After all, without personally witnessing it, such an incredible weapon is really hard to imagine. She once more looked towards the battlefield, to see that Timothy¡¯s fleet had begun approaching both shores ¨C apparently, they have already noticed by now, that this kind of violent wind and rainstorm is coming from the soil houses at the shores that are disguised as earth slopes. However, the other side still isn¡¯t aware that the military fortification arranged by His Highness Roland has far more to offer than that. Comparatively far away from the V-shaped line of defense, were some more bunkers that were hidden with vines and weeds. Which had a length exactly the same as the length of the fleet column. If they landed at any point, they would just fall into another pincer attack laid out for them from the beginning, the only way to avoid this would have been if they had turned the bow around and withdrew without even the slightest hesitation. The soldiers in the bunkers were all holding identical long and round iron instruments, these didn¡¯t shoot out round iron balls but rather a single sharp but tailless arrowhead. It didn¡¯t seem as if it had the same unstoppable power as the iron balls, but when it hit the target, it still turned any armor useless before drilling deep into the flesh of a person¡¯s body. Sylvie guessed that the enemy had planned to launch a counterattack after going ashore and lining up, however, the soldiers within the bunkers never even gave them the opportunity to do so ¨C just as with the previous attack, they also didn¡¯t need to show their faces this time. Instead, they aimed at the target with their weapons, easily pulled the trigger, then sent off a rain of arrowheads; similar to a summer storm splashing down on the enemy. Confronted with this kind of rapid-fire, without even being able to swing their own weapons, the enemy was unable to resist for long before the frontlines totally fell apart. The people who had already left the ship all turned around, wanting to return aboard, while the people still aboard were waiting for the others to flee. The body of the ships substantially began to sway, until the gangplank was no longer able support their weight and fell into the water drowning many of them, while some other people trying to climb the wall of the ship were also killed off, which turned the whole scene into utter chaos. ¡°It¡¯s time,¡± After waiting until this moment, the Prince put down his observation mirror, turned toward Iron Axe and ordered, ¡°Take the reserve and clean up the battlefield, if the lead knights were lucky enough not to be killed during the battle, arrest as many as you can. I want to ask them some questions.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Iron Axe answered as he saluted. He then looked at Sylvie, ¡°Go with Iron Axe and ensure that no one can slip away.¡± Sylvie nodded, and followed after the First Army Commander as they moved away from the observation hill. She suddenly understood why His Royal Highness Roland would dare to openly protect the witches here in the corner of the mainland¡­ With such a dominant force in his hands, it isn¡¯t known whether the Church will be able to beat him even if they sent out their God¡¯s Punishment Army. If Lady Tilly can also get her hands on these weapons, maybe there will come a day when us witches will be able to return to our homeland. * As he looked down at the paralyzed sailboats standing at the river shore, Roland finally let out a breath of relief. The moment the enemy had decided to land and launch a counter attack was the moment they were fated to lose the battle ¨C merely relying on poles and paddles to turn around the bow would have been a very slow process, even more so under a constant artillery attack which might have been the reason the opposition hadn¡¯t turned around and withdrawn. They might have thought that instead of suffering a beating without the slightest chance to hit back, it would be better to hurriedly reach the shore so that they could organize the team for a counter offensive. However, it would be difficult to completely sink a wooden sailboat by relying on the field cannons¡¯ iron balls which weighed a mere 12 pounds. Even if the hull had been covered in holes, it still wouldn¡¯t be enough damage and the ship would still remain floating. So, while they might have suffered heavy losses as they turned around, they would¡¯ve at least have been able to save one or two of their ships, but, by choosing to land, their whole fleet was doomed to be wiped out. Compared to the last surprise attack at Longsong Stronghold and Border Town¡¯s defense battle, the enemy wasn¡¯t even able to start an attack at all this time ¨C the pills were usually controlled and held onto by the commander until it was time to attack. Therefore, they were unable to respond quickly enough when the ambush began. It was not until evening that the work of cleaning up the battlefield finally came to an end. By that time Iron Axe and a few personal guards had already entered the camp with two captives. Even before Roland had the time to ask, one of them had already started shouting out loud: ¡°I¡¯m Knight Sznak. Your Highness, please allow me to write a letter to my family. They will certainly offer a rich ransom.¡± ¡°I am the second son of the Shield Family from the Northern Border, Elvin Shield. Your distinguished Highness,¡± the other immediately followed, ¡°I am also willing to pay the ransom.¡± ¡°So¡­ the present attack was led by you?¡± Roland asked as he raised his brow. ¡°Well, no. The captain was Sir Vincent, but he is dead now.¡± Knight Sznak twisted his body, ¡°Your Highness, could you let your man untie my hands? I hope to receive the traditional treatment during the redeeming period.¡± ¡°I do not need a ransom,¡± the Prince said while shaking his head, ¡°The target of your coming to the Western Territory, the plan, as well as the further intention of Timothy¡­ Tell me everything you know, and I will probably give you what you deserve.¡± ¡°This¡­ Please forgive me, I can¡¯t tell you that,¡± Sir Sznak said after hesitating for a moment. ¡°I have already vowed my loyalty and devotion to His Majesty Timothy,¡± the young man of the Shield Family said, ¡°This would be against my oath.¡± ¡°Then so be it,¡± Roland answered, not taking exception to it, ¡°Take them away for now.¡± After the guards had brought them away, Roland glanced towards Iron Axe and asked, ¡°I heard that you served as the Patriarch¡¯s guard during your stay in Iron Sand City, and that you are excellent at gathering intelligence through interrogation, is that right?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Royal Highness,¡± Iron Axe stated, ¡°There are very few people who can hide information from me.¡± ¡°Well, I will give these two men to you for interrogation,¡± Roland turned to leave, ¡°Your manner and methods are not limited, as long as you get enough information everything is acceptable.¡± Iron Axe got shocked and began to say, ¡°The ransom¡­¡± ¡°From the beginning, I have already said that I don¡¯t need payment,¡± Roland coldly said, ¡°When the questioning comes to an end, treat it as if they had fallen during battle.¡± This is the what they deserve after oppressing and seizing commoners then coming to invade the Western Territory. He added within his heart. Chapter 282 Chapter 282 ¡°Stage¡± The day after returning to Border Town¡¯s Castle, Iron Axe brought all the information that he¡¯d been able to gather during the interrogation. ¡°These people were only Timothy¡¯s advance troops?¡± Roland asked with a frown. ¡°That is indeed the case, Your Highness,¡± Iron Axe answered while nodding, ¡°Just like you have previously guessed. Sending one militia troop after another is Timothy Wimbledon¡¯s combat tactic. Apart from the Western Territory, Timothy has also used the same method to deal with Garcia Wimbledon¡¯s Port of Clear Water.¡± ¡±Is the force completely made up out of commoners?¡± ¡°Not all of them. Some of those people are also criminals or rats, but most of them are refugees who have been seized from all across the country.¡± He replied, ¡°According to the enemy knight, these people have all been pressed into service. First, they got lured with some verbal promises, and then later they had to take those pills. As a result, they have no other choice than to accept being controlled by Timothy, only in that way will they get further pills to ease their pain and longing.¡± ¡°But they do not know that once they swallowed the pill, there is no possibility of treatment,¡± Roland sighed, ¡°Taking more pills just delays their death.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Royal Highness. Timothy didn¡¯t inform the people about the side effect of the drugs. Instead, they believed that the ¡¯new King¡¯ would fulfill his promises after the war and give them remuneration and a new identity.¡± ¡°What is the target of this force?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Border Town,¡± Iron Axe quickly replied, ¡°According to what they had heard from Knight Vincent who had fallen during battle, they believe that Border Town doesn¡¯t possess a city wall, which would make it easier for him to achieve his goal of a war of attrition. He¡¯d expected that with a force of one thousand drugged militia he would be able to cause about three thousand casualties; which would be a severe blow for Border Town, but¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± ¡°Knight Sznak confessed that Timothy has also handed them another mission, they were to divide the militia into several small groups intending to attack Border Town in waves. In this way they could ensure their safety while it would also be possible for them to observe your response pattern and combat effectiveness. I think¡­ by now he should already have received the answer to this question, since there was no report from the lead knight who was meant to command the previous attack.¡± ¡°This time there will once again be no one returning,¡± The Prince said nonchalantly, ¡°Since the advance army was used as consumables, did the two knights know anything about the plans of the follow-up troops?¡± ¡°Not much, only that its scale would be much larger than that of the previous two attacks.¡± Hearing this, Roland¡¯s gritted his teeth, and his mind immediately flooded with hatred, not only are you forcing people into labor, but now you are also sending one wave after another to me as cannon fodder? Even if I¡¯m able to prevail over my enemy without any loss, it will still be a tragic victory. Compared to resisting Timothy¡¯s invasion, it was even more important for me to put a stop to this insignificant war ¨C otherwise, after I finally manage to unify Graycastle, how long will I have to wait for the population to prosper again? ¡°After the arrival of the Months of Demons, all of the Western Territory land routes between the cities will be sealed off by snow, thus a large armed force won¡¯t be able to move even a single step. However, if they try to come over with ships, the whole process would take a very long time. Not to mention the tremendous cost, it is also quite easy to intercept it on route,¡± he said. ¡°So, if he still wants to launch another campaign this year, he will have to act before the first snow of winter. And he will have to rake in the population even earlier than that, he would have to completely enlist the militia before winter starts.¡± ¡°You intend to¡­¡± Roland closed his eyes, and started to gather his thoughts, then he said. ¡°I want to delay this war.¡± ¡°Do you want to send him an envoy or a diplomatic letter? I¡¯m afraid that it is unlikely that Timothy Wimbledon will do as you wish.¡± Iron Axe said in a low voice. ¡°No, that wouldn¡¯t be very useful,¡± Roland said slowly, ¡°Ultimately, if I want to dispel all of his thoughts of starting another offensive, I will first have to reduce the population he can enforce. Secondly, I will have to make him realize that a war of attrition would not make any sense, and also implant a fear of what would happen if he ever tries to invades the Western Territory again. Originally I had intended to have Barov spread the news that the Western Territory had opened up new land, and in this way attract those people living outside of the cities, but now it seems that this would have been much too slow, and the measure is also too conservative. If I want to gather those people before Timothy can lay his hands on them, it will have to happen in the same way as the last trip to King¡¯s City. By taking the initiative to go and recruit them. The most important area is the Southern Territory which has been suffering under the constant flames of war, followed by the northern part of the kingdom. I estimate that I will need to dispatch the First Army if I want to carry out this plan.¡± ¡°If you merely want to recruit, I believe that a team of fifty people would be enough,¡± Iron Axe suggested without hesitation, ¡°After all, we won¡¯t operate in the city vicinity, so there will be no need to worry about any confrontation with the enemy.¡± ¡°First let me think of a plan; after I¡¯m done, I¡¯ll call you to see me again,¡± Roland nodded. The main force needs to remain inside of Border Town as a defensive measure. Furthermore, the team which will be sent out has to be back before the Months of Demons begins. Furthermore, there is also the issue of whether we have enough gold royals and food: A more active attraction policy will naturally pull in more people, but at the same time, it will also increase the costs. The previous program was relatively good cost-effective, but now with an important objective, it is even more necessary to carefully consider how it should be implemented. ¡°Regarding the second point you mentioned¡­ what do you plan to do?¡± ¡°First we have to let off the news by sending the captive commoners back to King¡¯s City. This way Timothy will be able to become aware of the course of the battle ¨C telling him that something like this is to no avail, so he should never try and do it again.¡± ¡°However, by doing this, our artillery warfare will also be exposed.¡± Iron Axe interjected in worry. ¡°We didn¡¯t reveal anything of value,¡± Roland said, while tapping on the table, ¡°Besides learning about the long striking range and the incredible power, he won¡¯t be able to learn the principle, so he won¡¯t be able to manufacture it for himself.¡± As long as the level of industrialization remains at the current era¡¯s, he won¡¯t be able to resist even if he¡¯s already aware of it. Hot weapons are just too overwhelmingly superior to cold weapons. Even with a strong will, good tactics, and a large number of people, it will still be nearly impossible to reverse the situation. ¡°Also, those people will also send him a warning letter.¡± ¡°Warning Letter?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, the letter will be a notice containing the date and time of an attack. I plan to attack King¡¯s City on that day.¡± The Prince calmly said, thoroughly emphasizing each word. ¡°¡­¡± For a long time Iron Axe merely kept on staring at Roland, his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Then by the time he came back to himself, he solemnly and respectfully stood at attention, gave a salute, and said, ¡°As long as you order it, I will give my life for victory!¡± ¡°Relax, I¡¯m not thinking about sending you out to die,¡± Roland gave a reassuring smile. ¡°My plan does not need the First Army to participate; the witches will do it on their own.¡± How is it possible to make Timothy afraid of the Western Territory? I think that nothing else than a direct attack against the palace would ever shake him to his roots. All thoughts of dispatching troops should vanish, after he realizes that there is no place where he will ever be safe. Roland envisioned the dropping of leaflets out of planes during later generations. However, instead of delivering leaflets, Roland intended to send Timothy two bombs ¨C the so-called surprise attack of a bomb dropping from the sky. The possibility of directly killing the new King with it was minuscule, but as long as it could play a deterring role, it could still be considered as a successful mission. However, whether the other side would stop insisting on launching a large-scale attack because of this would be very difficult to determine. Roland was clearly aware of the fact that the pattern of the Battle for the Throne had changed. He was no longer so weak that he needed to disguise himself and hide, as he did at first after crossing over. It was now finally time for him to show his hand. Step by step he was climbing up to Graycastle¡¯s political stage, finally making the people of the Kingdom pay attention to his existence ¨C this had nothing to do with any desire to show off, rather it was intended to propagandize the power of his territory. It was useless to obtain a kingdom in ruins, and fields that were plastered with corpses. He hoped that with this declaration, even more people would be motivated to travel to the Western Territory and stand by his side. As the sun sunk behind the mountains, Roland opened the windows of his office. The evening breeze brushing past his face, no longer was it burning hot, instead it contained a trace of chill. Autumn was approaching. Chapter 283 Chapter 283 Hydrogen Balloon delivery On the third day after the start of fall, the fleet from Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce docked at Border Town¡¯s pier. This time, the size of the fleet had already returned to the scale of the past, ten sailboats laid in a row, firmly docked at the side of the pier. ¡°Most Honorable Prince, we meet once again,¡± Gammon the merchant from the Crescent Moon Bay said while he bowed in greeting, ¡°According to Miss Margaret, the transformation of the first steam powered ship has been completed.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true,¡± Roland acknowledged laughingly, ¡°However, in order to ensure the quality of the goods, it is still required to go through a three to four days sea trial. So that we can test its reliability and power of the system.¡± ¡°I am really looking forward to seeing it in action,¡± Margaret said while happily clapping her hands. ¡°That¡¯s about the time we will have to wait for the fleet to unload anyway, so we will stay here and wait for it. May I ask if it is possible to go about and look around during the sea trial?¡± ¡°Of course. It is, after all, an entire new kind of ship. its handling is completely different from any sailboat in the past, so I will have to show you how to operate it anyway. However, according to the schedule, this will only happen tomorrow.¡± Roland gave them the signal to follow and said, ¡°For now the most important matter is for you to relax your tired body, have you had any lunch yet? I have a sumptuous banquet prepared in the castle hall.¡± ¡°Every time we come to visit you here, there is a very satisfying meal for us to enjoy,¡± Margaret covered her smile and confessed, ¡°By now I am really hungry, and my stomach is already crying out loud ¨C those wheat cakes and pieces of dried meat are as hard as stones, and also very difficult to swallow.¡± During this era, there was still not any reliable food preserving technology, therefore, if it was called ¡®dry food¡¯ it would be very dry and hard. Which inevitably had made Roland think of canned food. When the light industry was fully developed, manufacturing all kinds of delicious and convenient canned food which was suitable for long-distance traveling and sailing merchants would absolutely be the best choice. ¡­ When the feast came to an end, Hogg patted his belly with a satisfied smile on his face and said, ¡°This bowl of mushroom soup made me unable to stop my tongue from swallowing. I also seemed to have tasted some seafood, it also had the flavor of stewed chicken and pig bones, the skills of your court chef is truly quite excellent.¡± ¡°I much prefer the dessert that was served after the dinner, which is called ice cream¡­ correct?¡± Margaret said. ¡°I¡¯m guessing that you made it out of milk and honey, then froze it using saltpeter into its current state of crystalline ice.¡± ¡°You also have to add some butter and egg white. Otherwise, you won¡¯t be able to get the soft and waxy texture,¡± Roland added, ¡°How much saltpeter is there this time?¡± ¡°Still only one vessel,¡± the business woman shook her head. ¡°The Alchemist Association is still wantonly purchasing saltpeter; the Imperial Prime Minister even sent out the patrol to help plunder the saltpeter fields. Even though that group is carrying the mighty name of sage; there is still no difference between them, and a gang of robbers, this one ship of saltpeter also came from Redwater City.¡± ¡°So, this month¡¯s goods are for the largest part washing stones?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Hogg drained the cup of white spirit in one gulp and then poured himself another before saying, ¡°Although the amount may be a little too much this time, it is still deeply engraved within my heart, that you told me to get as many as possible last time. In addition to washing stones, there are also the best iron ingots and lead ingots. Recently, apart from you here, there are very few cities and towns which need this stuff,¡± he sighed, ¡±The mining business is getting worse and worse.¡± This is the effect brought on by the civil war, Roland thought to himself, the purchasing power is progressively declining in all parts of the country. In case that this continues for the next two to three years, the food price will go up tremendous and there will be starving people everywhere. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right, what kind of problems have recently occurred in the Western Territory?¡± Margaret suddenly asked. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°When the fleet was on its way to Border Town, we met a lot of¡­ well,¡± she paused for a moment, considering the words she should use, ¡°a lot of ¡®floating corpses¡¯. They were dressed in rags and were mushy from rotting. Furthermore, there were so many of them floating that they covered the whole river channel from one side to the other. Apart from the corpse, there were also some broken planks and ropes that were floating on the water surface. It looked as if a ship had hit a reef, sunk, and thus ceased to exist. However, there is no reef in the river, so I thought¡­¡± ¡°Well, those were the remains of Timothy¡¯s fleet which he used to try and invade the Western Territory with,¡± Roland put on a look of indignation, and told the story of the fight a week ago. ¡°They have gotten the punishment they deserved.¡± In order to avoid blocking the ship channel and spreading a contagious plague, he had transferred Anna and Lily from Border Town, after cleaning the battlefield. One was responsible for burning all the remains of the ships, while the other was responsible for purifying the water. But since Margaret still saw the floating corpses, she mustn¡¯t have been far away from the actual fight to have passed the place so soon after the end of the battle. ¡°So that¡¯s the reason,¡± the merchant said with a smile. ¡°It seems as if Timothy has hit a wall on both sides.¡± ¡°On both sides?¡± ¡°There was also Garcia¡¯s Port of Clear Water ¨C the latest news I received was that the looters who attacked the cities of the Eastern Territory were actually Garcia¡¯s men. After looting everything from the Sea Wind Region and Valencia, the Black Sail Fleet went further North along the coastline instead of returning to the harbor, who knows where she finally landed.¡± ¡°North¡­¡± Roland asked in surprise, ¡°Did she leave Graycastle?¡± ¡°For now that seems to be the case. Timothy¡¯s troops have already thrown themselves against an already evacuated Port of Clear Water which left it as a ghost city.¡± Margaret stated, ¡°There were a lot of rats within the force he brought along, so that¡¯s why all of these are well-known secrets within the streets. No matter what, you are the only thorn left remaining in his side, thus in the future, it is quite possible that his attempts to invade the Western Territory will become even more and more frequent.¡± ¡°If you ever want to leave Graycastle, Crescent Half-Moon Bay will welcome you at any time,¡± Marlan offered. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Gammon agreed while patting his chest, ¡°The island is sufficient enough to contain ten Border Towns, and we are even willing to provide for you and your people free of charge.¡± You merely want me to hand over the technology for the steam engine and steam paddler, right? Roland rolled his eyes in his mind, even if I couldn¡¯t stay in Graycastle any longer, the first person I would seek shelter from would be Tilly Wimbledon. On the surface however, he still smiled and replied, ¡°Alright, if such a day ever come about.¡± ¡°Oh, by the way,¡± He turned towards Margaret, ¡°Last time you placed an order for the investigation balloon; I¡¯ve already succeed to fabricate two.¡± ¡°So fast?¡± The latter was pleasantly surprised, ¡°Can you take me to see it?¡± ¡°Of course, please, come with me,¡± Roland said and then got up to leave. ¡­ Arriving at the castle backyard, they saw an already completely inflated hydrogen balloon. The balloon had a waterdrop-like shape, it was wide at the top, and narrow at the bottom. It had a diameter of five meters at the top, and in accordance with the size of the test sample, it could carry one grown man and lift off. The air sac and ropes were coated with a sky like camouflage, so if that were paired with the observer also wearing camouflage, it would reduce the chance of it being detected to the minimum. ¡°It doesn¡¯t seem to be the same as the balloon we rode on last time, right?¡± Margaret carefully sized up the new product. ¡°That¡¯s because you can use it even without witches,¡± Roland cleared his throat and then began to introduce how to use the investigation balloon. ¡°At the end of the air sac is a movable valve, through which gas can enter and come out of ¨C it is precisely this alchemical gas filling which allows the balloon rise up and fly. The inflation method is very simple, as long as the matching hose and gas tank are connected, you merely have to open the valve on both ends.¡± After finishing the verbal exploration, he went through the demonstration of the deflation and inflation process in front of everyone. ¡°How many bottles are needed to fill a balloon?¡± Margaret quickly caught the key point. ¡°Five bottles or six bottles¡­¡± This question made Roland slightly embarrassed, ¡°Definitely no more than seven bottles.¡± The main reason for the variation laid in the problem, that the density of the diluted sulfuric acid -which was necessary to produce hydrogen in the bottle- is hard to control. It would be a waste of valuable human resources to first purify the sulfuric acid to 98% only to later dilute it with water again. ¡°Is this alchemical gas very expensive?¡± ¡°It is indeed. It is also hard to conserve and full of dangers¡­ That is, when it is carelessly handled,¡± Roland coughed twice, ¡°Therefore, you can only store the gas tanks for a year at most, and it should neither be knocked over, disassembled or burned. Otherwise, it could have serious consequences.¡± He paused for a moment to let his words settle. Then continued, ¡°Although the price is somewhat expensive, rest assured. When purchasing the investigation balloon for the first time, the first batch of gas tanks ordered from Border Town will be free of charge. In addition, you can also get an extra set of sky camouflaged investigator clothes.¡± Chapter 284 Chapter 284 Companion It was only after the fleet had departed that Roland could finally breathe out in relief. Finally¡­ the treasury is filled up once again. A total of eight steam engines were handed over to the three merchant guilds. From those eight, three had been produced by Factory No. 2, which was set up with the assistance of the Crescent Moon Bay Caravan ¨C Roland had to acknowledge that regarding the artisans from the Fjords, no matter, if it was their innate skills or their capacity to learn, all were far higher than that of Border Town¡¯s miners or blacksmiths. After grasping the operating procedure of the machines, their passing rate for finished products immediately began rising. Perhaps after another two more months, the production capacity of Factory No. 2 will have caught up to that of Factory No. 1. Fortunately, according to the signed contract, the income from the sale of those machines would entirely be owned by Roland. In addition, he has also received a new purchasing order for the hydrogen balloon from the Crescent Moon Bay Caravan, Marlan had been especially interested in this greatly the vision expanding thing. In addition to a single person detection balloon, he also specially asked for a custom-made giant balloon with the capacity to carry three to four people, which he intended to use for the exploration of the Fjord¡¯s new islands. Including with the delivery of the first steam paddler, all three items had brought Border Town an income of close to seven thousand gold royals. After deducting the costs for buying goods such as metal ingots, washing stones, grain and other commodities, the remaining six thousand gold royals should be sufficient to support his population expansion plan. Thus, Roland called Barov and Iron Axe into his office. ¡°Now that the treasury is full again, it is time to recruit more foreign citizens.¡± He looked at the two able men, ¡°This task will be carried out by a cooperation of the City Hall and First Army, which specific personnel you assign will be your decision, I will merely brief you with the rough details of the mission.¡± ¡°Please speak,¡± the Prime Minister said with a nod. ¡°Recruitment will be split into two areas, the North and the South.¡± Roland took a map and placed it on the table then spread it out in front of the other two, ¡°Especially the area between Eagle City and Port of Clear Water¡­ I suspect that Timothy regards these people as members of Garcia¡¯s group, thus turns them into useless people who he can consume as he wishes. Therefore, you need to rush over to be the first who tries to rope them in.¡± ¡°The team sent out by the City Hall will be responsible for attracting the nobles, artisans, and other literate people. While the First Army¡¯s main task is to recruit the commoners. Compared with the previous propaganda missions, this time the strategy must be more active, do you understand what I mean by that?¡± Iron Axe hesitated a moment and then asked in uncertainly, ¡°You mean¡­ dragging along by force?¡± ¡°Keke, such a method isn¡¯t necessary,¡± Roland coughed twice, the Sandpeople¡¯s style was really straightforward and cruel, ¡°For example by giving away food for free, taking the initiative to convince them using advance payment of living expenses, etc.¡± He turned his view to Barov, ¡°You should be very clear about this kind of stuff.¡± ¡°Of course, Your Royal Highness, previously as a cabinet minister I have aided the patrol to suppress or pacify riots of refugees several times,¡± the latter said. ¡°This request is quite simple, sometimes it¡¯s already enough to merely feed them until they are full. Therefore, there is no need to use money to rope them in; don¡¯t even start talking about remuneration with them ¨C if the conditions seem too generous, they will become suspicious. However, the arrogant aristocrats will prove troublesome. Although they are currently hard pressed for money and no longer so well-off, they are still experienced and knowledgeable, so their demands will also be higher. It¡¯s unlikely that they will go on a long-distance trek simply to receive a steamed bun. To lure them it¡¯s required that we coerce them with money and promises.¡± Roland clapped twice , ¡°It is a pity that there are so many responsibilities for you here in Border Town that you can¡¯t go out in person. Otherwise, the success of this mission would be guaranteed¡± ¡°Please rest assured, Your Royal Highness, I shall dispatch the disciple whom I¡¯m the most pleased with,¡± Barov said with a smile, ¡°To establish Border Town as a city next year; it¡¯d be nice if both sides of the Redwater River could be covered with houses.¡± ¡°It¡¯s possible that such a day will come.¡± After the two men asked for leave, Roland leaned back against his chair to rest for a short period; he decided to go to the yard at the North Slope to see Anna. Stepping through the door, the first thing to enter his view was a pile of metal cubes. Roland picked up one piece and held it in his hand ¨C they were basically all of the same size, about five centimeters long and wide. The surface wasn¡¯t smooth at all. It looked as if they all come out of a press, there was also a number engraved on one side. For example, on top of the piece in his hand was written the number ¡°256¡±. ¡°How was it? Were you able to discover any better one?¡± ¡°No. 1057 and No. 2284, are exceptionally hard, compared to the others, regardless of their hardness or toughness, both are excellent,¡± Anna answered after coming over to greet him with a bright smile. ¡°Were you already able to climb over two thousand?¡± Roland asked in astonishment; and took the record handed over by Lucia, it was completely filled with data. Seeing No. 2284, he discovered that there were several numbers written on it, ¡®carbon content of 0.8%, 15.2% of unknown elements.¡¯¡± ¡°Well, this is more satisfying than cutting gun barrels,¡± Anna confessed with a wink, ¡°Whether it is unexpectedly possible to create such earth-shaking changes to its characteristics by mixing iron pieces together with other metals, is something I really look forward to finding out. I want to know how these metal pieces work.¡± Anna and Lucia¡¯s current exploration was a far-reaching task. Roland let the little girl first break down the ore into its raw materials before Anna then mixed and melted them together according to the different mass ratios. Afterward they would then test the performance of these pieces ¨C by stretching and squeezing it under the heat of Anna¡¯s black flame. Through observing the actual time taken and amount of magic power it took, Anna could distinguish between its strength and toughness. The first material to add had obviously been carbon. Even though Roland knew that the essence of steel was a type of iron and carbon alloy: with too much carbon it would became pig iron, and without any carbon it was pure iron, when the carbon content was within a certain range would turn into steel, etc. However, even with just a small fluctuation it could already greatly change the metal¡¯s properties, so the first thing they needed to measure would be the size of that range. Within the history records he had seen, before 1500 they had only used mixtures made out of pure iron and carbon for smelting, but after 1500 they began adding new elements on top of a steel foundation. Roland thoroughly understood that every additional element in the sequence could potentially increase the results many times over, which would turn into a very long process. Therefore, he only allowed Anna to advance her exploration if she had finished all the important manufacturing tasks. He encouraged the two witches with a few words then sat to the side, quietly enjoying the rear view of the busy Anna. After entering autumn, the sun was still shining brightly, but it was already no longer as cruelly hot as during the last month of summer. Instead, his body now felt nice and warm, and a long lost feeling of calmness spread throughout his heart. He didn¡¯t know how much time had passed, but the yard gradually quieted down. He felt a soft hand being placed on his forehead, when he narrowly opened his eyes. He saw that Lucia had already disappeared and that Anna was sitting in front of him, ¡°You have something you want to say to me?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°It was your eyes which told me,¡± she said while leaning forward, letting her hair fall down naturally, resembling strands of translucent gold silk. Roland hesitated, but then shook his head and helplessly replied, ¡°I¡¯m just a little confused.¡± He told her about his population expansion plan before continuing, ¡°Compared with my original intention of free choice, now in order to seize time, I have to use a combination of half luring and half forcing. Although I¡¯m doing this to avoid Timothy pressing them into his army to die under the eroding effect of the pills. However, if I think seriously about this, my way of handling things isn¡¯t that different from his¡­ the only difference would be the purpose.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you explain your purpose to them?¡± She asked softly. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°I know what you want to say,¡± Anna covered the Prince¡¯s mouth. ¡°You are worried that they won¡¯t appreciate your act of kindness, furthermore you also can¡¯t guarantee that your objective will forever stay so proper in the future ¨C being misunderstood because you used the wrong method while trying to achieve a good goal, or using the right methods but committing an irrevocable mistake¡­ In the end, you do not know if it is more important for you to use the correct method or to hold on to the right objective. Am I right? ¡°Be at ease,¡± Anna immediately answered her own question, not even giving him the chance to say anything. She put her hands on his cheeks, softly whispering into his ear, ¡°I¡¯m here¡­ I¡¯ll always make sure that you look good.¡± Chapter 285 Chapter 285 Answer Sleeping Island¡¯s living environment became better by the day. The further Tilly rose into the air, the more she could see of the coming and going crowd and the bustling market. This place was no longer the secluded place where three hundred witches had all been living in isolation. Through negotiations and agreements, some of the Fjord¡¯s Islands like Crescent Moon Bay, Twin Dragon Island, Sunset Port and Shallow Water Town had all established trading routes with Sleeping Island. Even going so far, that some ordinary people from overcrowded island villages had decided to settle down on Sleeping Island. Although they were currently living in the outer region of the island, far apart from the witches, Tilly believed that there would come a day where Sleeping Island would become one big city. The fusion was a slow-moving process, but it left one brimming with expectation to see the result. The best news however, was that no matter if the witches, were living on other islands or were already locals when they awakened, they would all become members of Sleeping Island. Which meant that Tilly and her migrants would be able to regularly obtain new supporters. ¡°Come down, the wind is rising,¡± Ashes shouted from below, ¡°And be careful not to fall!¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine!¡± Tilly waved her hand. But all of a sudden, her body dropped down. Only after falling a short distance was she able to stabilize herself again, ¡°Oh¡­ it is still a bit hard for me to control.¡± ¡°I knew that your control isn¡¯t good enough to fly so high!¡± Ashes stamped with her foot, ¡°Next time you will only fly at a lower height or go over to the sea! If you don¡¯t come down immediately, I will climb up the roof and catch you myself.¡± ¡°Alright, alright, I got it,¡± Tilly indeed felt the wind growing stronger and stronger. So she decided to no longer to show off or try to be brave, instead gathering her magic and releasing it so as to slowly land in the garden. ¡°Next time, if you want to do something like this, call Molly first.¡± Ashes¡¯ eyes were wide open as she reprimanded her, ¡°At least her magic servant could catch you if you were to fall.¡± ¡°As long as I keep up the magic supply, it is impossible to fall. The worst that could happen is that I couldn¡¯t control the direction,¡± she took the glove with the blue magic stone off and handed it to Ashes, ¡°You also have to try it, next. The feeling of flying is simply incredible. When you overlook Sleeping Island from up high in the sky, it will feel as if the whole world has become something entirely new.¡± ¡°I¡¯d rather not,¡± Ashes waved dismissively, ¡°From the beginning, I have always been unable to activate the lightning magic stone, so don¡¯t even mention continuously providing the stone with magic. Furthermore, there is also only one, even if I¡¯m able to grasp the control skill, there is no way for me to fly with you.¡± ¡°Then let it be,¡± Tilly regrettably said, taking the gloves back. ¡°I always believed that if we could figure out the principle behind it, there is the possibility that we can manufacture similar magic stones.¡± ¡°Do you think those stones are man-made?¡± ¡°Without a doubt,¡± she nodded without hesitation. ¡°No matter if it is their polished exterior appearance or their particular applications, it is unlikely that those stones were formed naturally. It seems that the group who inhabited the ruins had a much deeper understanding of magic than we did, it¡¯s just a pity that they didn¡¯t leave any more clues than a bunch of incomprehensible scrolls.¡± At this moment, a huge white figure suddenly fell from the sky. Due to the speed at which it fell being too fast, it practically smashed into the ground with a thud, lifting out a circle of dust. ¡°Maggie?¡± Ashes lifted her eyebrows. ¡°Ooooh¡­ that¡¯s extremely painful, goo,¡± The little girl that was lying on the ground said as she rubbed her head and stood up. ¡°Just now, were my eyes playing tricks on me? Lady Tilly can actually fly in the sky! If it wasn¡¯t that you had the wrong color of hair, I would have believed you were Lightning.¡± ¡°You were not mistaken, I just flew in the air,¡± Tilly said while rubbing her cheek with a smile, ¡°how about¡­ are the witches who went to live in Border Town doing well?¡± ¡°All fine, goo, they asked me to deliver a letter to you,¡± Maggie said, flipping her bag over to find some letters. ¡°This is Lotus¡¯s, this is Evelyn¡¯s, and this one¡­ is from His Highness.¡± For a moment, Tilly could only stare dumbfounded when she saw the one foot and half a finger thick letter which had been sent by the Prince. It was wrapped so tightly, that it resembled a parcel more than it did a letter. It was even so heavy, that it caused her hands to drop down a bit, which made it obvious that this wasn¡¯t just a simple letter. ¡°You¡¯ve worked hard.¡± Ashes took out one-half of a wheat cake, broke it into small pieces and handed it over to Maggie. However, the latter merely shook her head, put a dried fish into her mouth and vaguely said, ¡°I¡¯m off to play with Molly.¡± Then she turned back into the large white pigeon, flapped her wings and flew out of the flower garden. ¡°Why do I get the feeling, that after one month she¡¯s somehow become bigger?¡± ¡°I have the same feeling,¡± Tilly laughed, ¡°Perhaps the life in Border Town is quite good.¡± Back at her house, she tore open Roland Wimbledon¡¯s letter. Within, she discovered that besides a sheet full of written content, the more than a dozen remaining pages were unexpectedly some vivid and lifelike pictures. ¡°What are those?¡± Ashes¡¯ question exactly reflected Tilly¡¯s own puzzlement. She shook her head, took out one of those painted sheets and spread it out ¨C the content on top was somewhat hard for her to believe: The background resembled a wasteland in the evening. Under the bloody red light of the setting sun, two atrocious shaped monsters could be seen in a close quarter fight against a group of witches. The witches were clearly in a disadvantageous position; their best abilities didn¡¯t seem to show any impact, no matter if it were vipers or fireballs they none were able to stop this enemy. When she came to the last picture, she saw that several witches had fallen, forming pools of blood. Tilly frowned, the scene was undoubtedly drawn by a witch, only magic would be able to create such a lifelike image. But¡­ in the end, were these merely simple pictures, or were they a reminiscent of something which had happened in the past? With a feeling of being on a knife-edge, she immediately snatched the letter and quickly skimmed over its content. Soon, Tilly felt her stomach tighten, and her hands began to shake as she saw one word appear in the letter again and again: ¡®Devil.¡¯ ¡°What happened,¡± Ashes asked in concern, grasping Tilly¡¯s tight to support her, ¡°What did the letter say?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the past of the Witch Cooperation Association,¡± She patted the back of Ashes¡¯ hands, indicating that she was alright, ¡°They were looking for the Holy Mountain in the wilderness¡­ You should remember the Holy Mountain, right?¡± ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s the legendary destination of all witches. At the Holy Mountain, they can find real peace and serenity, but this is merely a vague rumor, there¡¯s nothing genuine about it.¡± Ashes couldn¡¯t accept it as correct, ¡°Here on Sleeping Island, we can also live in peace, moreover, the demon bite is nothing more than a lie of the Church.¡± ¡°But Cara was convinced that the Holy Mountain did indeed exist. In addition, she had also found an ancient book within the ruins inside a forest of the Eastern Region, fully believing that it could lead her to the gate of an uninhabited land in the forbidden area. She went so far as to lead the Witch Cooperation Association over the Impassable Mountain range. However, after entering the wilderness, they didn¡¯t discover the Holy Mountain, but instead met with a terrible monster.¡± Tilly said in a small voice. ¡°The one from the painting?¡± Ashes gasped. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Tilly confirmed, showing a somewhat dark expression. ¡°The letter said, that they possess extraordinary strength, moved nimbly and can control demonic beasts. One of them could even release lightning from its hand¡­ Just like a witch. From the more than forty witches in the beginning, only six people survived. Then in their desperate situation, they decided to rely on the help of the Lord of Border Town.¡± ¡°Unexpectedly it was originally¡­ like this.¡± ¡°Furthermore, the point that puzzles me the most is that the ancient book contained one paragraph which looked like a slovenly written essay, however it was written in the language of the Four Kingdoms.¡± Tilly turned her attention back to the letter, ¡°Within, it mentions the Holy City, a fight with the Devils, and Alice¡¯s experiments of a God¡¯s Punishment Army. It should be the story of what happened four hundred years ago, but since they know the language of the Four Kingdoms, why should they use a very different language to record the documents and books?¡± As she was still unable to get any results after thinking about it for a long time, the 5th Princess just put all these things aside and instead took out Sylvie¡¯s letter, intending to learn what the examination of the Lord of Border Town has shown. In the end, the first sentence of the letter had already left her dumbstruck, even more so than the shock when she had seen the word ¡®Devil¡¯. ¡°Lady Tilly, I was unable to find any sign of camouflage or magic on Roland Wimbledon¡¯s body. Also, besides the witches of the Witch Alliance, there are no other witches hidden in the town. So I think¡­ he may be your genuine older brother.¡± Chapter 286 Chapter 286 ¡°Change¡± Genuine older brother. Genuine¡­ older brother, how can this be? Tilly held the letter in a startled fashion with both hands, her mind not able to focus in the least, all the thoughts in her mind were tumbling up and down like the tide. Her father, King Wimbledon III had five children. Gerald, Timothy, and Garcia, due to their earlier birth, could be considered as the first circle. By the time Roland had been born, the previous youngest Garcia was already six years old and would naturally not take him along to play with her. By this reasoning, she and Roland should have formed another circle, but¡­ this hadn¡¯t been the case. Her brother was always yearning for their two elder brothers¡¯ approval, and tried to integrate into their circle, but the only result was that they would often bully him. In the end, this caused Roland¡¯s character to become twisted and irritable. Of course, he never dared to release his anger at Gerald or the others, and instead had come to vent his anger on her. For example, he had once tried to persuade her to steal father¡¯s crown with him, and when he was met with rejection, he inevitable flew into a rage out of humiliation and began insulting her; it would sometimes even go so far that they exchanged blows. Later, when their father found out about this, Roland had been taught a ferocious lesson. After this incident however, he restrained himself a lot, but his bad habit of threatening her in all different kinds of ways was still as strong as before. At that time, she had still been unable to understand these matters; but in retrospection, Tilly only felt that it was rather ridiculous and¡­ childish. The year she became ten years old, she discovered some cut in half earthworms had been placed into her favorite shoes; it finally became unbearable for her, and so she finally decided to fight back. She called Roland to come over, and as he opened his mouth to threaten her once more, she directly threw one of those earthworms into it ¨C ever since then, he¡¯d never dared to provoke her again, and she in turn, had stopped talking to him. After becoming an adult, Roland still hadn¡¯t changed. Instead, it had even become more severe. She often heard about his dandy deeds, and among the nobles, he was always referred as being violent, mean, and without any learning or skills. To sum it up, he was the worst image of a noble among all nobles. Except for his identity as a member of the royal family, he had nothing at all. Regarding this evaluation, Tilly fully agreed with it¡­ Furthermore, she also knew, that the reason he had the outward appearance of being violent and irritable, was because he was doing everything to cover his greatest weakness ¨C being timid and afraid. However, can such a person unexpectedly stand up and side with us witches? Giving asylum to a group who are known as ¡®the Devil¡¯s minions¡¯, in the end even becoming an enemy of the Church without any hesitation? For a moment, Tilly didn¡¯t know what to say. ¡°Tilly, Tilly?¡± Only after Ashes had shaken her two times was she finally able to come back to herself. ¡°I¡¯m all right; everything is just a little¡­ hard to believe,¡± she shook her head. ¡°Sylvie said that the Lord of Border Town is very probably the real Roland Wimbledon and not a puppet controlled by a witch or replacement. ¡°Oh, that stupid one who tried to grope me in vain ¨C Keke, that animal?¡± Ashes coughed twice, ¡°After not meeting for a year, he truly changed astonishingly. Apart from his appearance and impression which were still almost the same, I felt like I met someone completely different.¡± ¡°Can you speak a bit more clearly?¡± Ashes crooked her head and thought for a long time before she found the right words, ¡°I think¡­ the biggest difference, was that he appeared to be cleaner.¡± ¡°Clean?¡± ¡°No matter if it was his style of dressing¡­ or the feeling he gave to other people. None of it resembled a noble. He didn¡¯t wear any ornament, no matter if it was gold or jewels there weren¡¯t any on him.¡± Ashes recalled, ¡°Even his clothes were all utterly of common style, they seemed to be relatively simple, without lace, added decoration or golden threads. If not for his hair color, which was too eye-catching, there was almost no difference between him or a commoner, and¡­ yet, at the same time, he didn¡¯t seem to be an ordinary person.¡± ¡°He resembled a nobleman?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°No, not like a nobleman,¡± Ashes curled her lips, ¡°Those aristocrats are unclean. Not like a pool of stagnant water, but unclean like the muddy silt underneath the pool of stagnant water. As for him¡­ I¡¯m unable to come up with a precise description, in short, he let people feel good.¡± ¡°It¡¯s quite difficult to believe that you can say something like this.¡± ¡°Uh, I merely want to answer your question seriously, nothing more.¡± Tilly breathed out deeply, it seems that brother has changed quite a lot, but in the end, what might have led to his transformation? Or is it because of a reason he himself isn¡¯t aware of; and thus, unconsciously caused him to change into such a different person? The 5th Princes suddenly remembered the content of Roland¡¯s first letter ¨C ¡°Therefore, I have to destroy the entire Church, and turn their statement that the witches are the Devil¡¯s messenger into dust. However, rescuing the people from their ignorance and stupidity will be a long and slow process. For this, I will need even more help from you. ¡°Concerning, what would lead to this decision, what caused me to no longer be as indifferent to everything as in the past, are all trivialities that can slowly be elaborated on when we have the time. The ability to express oneself in a letter is limited, so I won¡¯t say any more than necessary.¡± Perhaps only by meeting him in person will I be able to discover the real cause. To regain her train of thought, Tilly turned her sight back to the letter. The latter half reported on what Sylvie had seen and heard during her stay in Border Town. Originally Roland had chosen her for the purpose of verifying the natural mineral resources in the North Slope Mine. However, in the end, they had instead discovered an enormous amount of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation ¨C it turns out that the stones with the ability to suppress a witch¡¯s ability, comes out of the ground; just like any other mineral. So, in conclusion, the New Holy City at Hermes must also be in control of such a vein, which allows the Church to continue to produce the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Once again further down, she came across another piece of news which attracted her attention. That he possessed a type of weapon which could release iron balls and arrowheads from an iron tube, which contained a great deal of power, and was accompanied by a deafening roar¡­ Even though Maggie and Ashes had already mentioned this kind of thing, but it was the first time that she had ever seen such a detailed description. Sylvie had even attached a hand-painted diagram to the paragraph. ¡°Oh? As it turns out, that thing which caused my injuries looked the same,¡± Ashes, reading the letter by looking over Tilly¡¯s shoulder, remarked. ¡°Since we are allies now, you can ask him to send a large batch of weapons to Sleeping Island with your next letter, and tell him that we need them to guard against the Church. If he doesn¡¯t want to¡­ Humph, this ally might not be as reliable as you thought.¡± ¡°Being allies doesn¡¯t mean that you won¡¯t guard against each other at all,¡± Tilly said laughingly, ¡°This weapon is clearly the foundation he used to build his home, so how could it be so quickly handed over to others? This kind of test would only destroy the trust we worked so hard to build ¨C I also excluded Molly and Wind Reader from the list I gave him about our witches. And this winter, we will go and visit Border Town anyway. At that time, we will be able to speak from face-to-face, don¡¯t you think that that would be a better time for it?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Ashes spread her arms out and said, ¡°You have the final say in this.¡± Tilly showed her a smile and then continued to read the letter. When the line of sight turned to the last paragraph of the letter, she couldn¡¯t help but feel shocked once more. Roland unexpectedly invented an undergarment which was used to wrap up the woman¡¯s chest, he even went so far as to present it to every grown-up woman in the Witch Alliance. This is simply too absurd! It is known to send personal clothes as a present, but only between lovers, how could he ¨C hold on! Tilly suddenly remembered a story which had spread throughout King¡¯s City. Apparently, there was a time when Roland had presented some young noble ladies with skin-tight corsets; but among them there were some who had immediately thrown it back into his face, which later turned into a joke among the nobles for some time after. This indeed sounds like something he could do! Tilly suddenly felt tangled up; on one hand, this brought him more in line with the image she had in her memory; on the other hand, she now felt that it might not be so good to go and meet him. In the end, should, or should I not go to meet him in Border Town this Winter? The 5th Princess thought to herself in distress. Chapter 287 Chapter 287 Preparations for the soap factory Western Territory, Border Town. The amount of washing stones purchased from Silver City filled four ships, and had taken several days to unload. Now that there were enough raw materials, the soap mass production plan was officially placed on the agenda. The necessary buildings, like the factory and warehouse, had already been set up long ago ¡ª the soap factory was located beside the industrial park, next to steam engine factory No. 2, built in exactly the same style as the former. Since the roof, supporting beams, and planks for the walls were all made out of wood, and it had the same measurements as before, the task of wood cutting and transportation was placed in the hands of the witches, and the whole construction period ended up being very short. Manufacturing soap needed a series of chemical reaction, washing stones, which was a natural soda, could be used for this. The other raw materials required were also very common, in addition to soda ash, he also needed an enormous amount of milk of lime and fat. After soaking the milk of lime, or to be more precise, the lime inside the water, it would settle down at the bottom of the cloudy water inside the receptacle. By mixing it with sodium carbonate, it will react and produce caustic soda, and by adding fat in turn, it will react to produce high-level fatty acid and glycerol. While the former product was the soap, the latter was a critical raw material for explosives. Prior to manufacturing perfumed soap, Roland had already tested this entire chemical reaction process in the castle backyard. The basic theory was the same, but if he wanted to expand from the small amount of trial production to start mass production, he still needed to develop a consistent industrial production process and norms. But what was even more important to him were the professional chemists needed to guide the manufacturing process. This was the reason, he had called the chief alchemist into his office. ¡°Your Highness, you previously asked me to develop a sulfuric acid mass-production system, I believe that I finally found a feasible plan.¡± Kyle Sichi immediately shouted after he had opened the door. ¡°However, it will demand we use a large amount of lead. We will also need a blacksmith who can to make a vessel from the lead. I heard that some of your witches could accurately cut metal, one of them made those lumps of steel which make those rumbling and banging noises; is it possible that I¡­¡± ¡°Of course, just give me a report with the shape and size of the vessel you require, and I will instruct the Witch Alliance to make it.¡± Roland impatiently waves with his hand, indicating that he should take a seat, ¡°The reason I called you over today, wasn¡¯t to question you about the acid production system. Instead, I want to discuss another task with you.¡± ¡°Your Highness, these days I¡¯m really busy, I don¡¯t have the time to do any other work,¡± Kyle said, shaking his head repeatedly, ¡°The acid mass-production system is a tough challenge. I have to finish at all costs.¡± He paused and then added, ¡°and it is a daunting challenge. My disciples are also out of the question; all of them are aiding me in preparing this task, none of them can leave.¡± ¡°Rest assured, you won¡¯t have to lose any time about it,¡± Roland said comfortably, he took a mouthful of tea before he continued, ¡°It isn¡¯t necessary that you transfer any of your beloved disciples to take over, simply sending over a few apprentices should be good enough.¡± ¡°What will be their task?¡± ¡°To make soap. More precisely, to make a cheap version of the perfumed soap which you can buy at the convention market. Which with the exception of its scent, provides the same function as the perfumed soap and can be used for bathing, washing clothes, as well as cleaning tableware.¡± ¡°Are you speaking about the saponification reaction mentioned in ¡®Elementary Chemistry¡¯?¡± Kyle asked while stroking his beard, ¡°The one that uses the reaction of caustic soda and fat to produce alcohol and salt?¡± I have to say, hearing standard chemistry terms come out of the mouth of an alchemist is a very strange feeling, especially since I am the one to come up with them, Roland thought while forcing himself to restrain his smile. Instead, he spoke with a deathly earnest expression, ¡°That¡¯s right, the saponification reaction, as has been written down within the ancient book. It was because of this foundation that I was able to produce perfumed soap.¡± ¡°In that case, what do you need me to do? If it is not very important, I suggest we shift the production to a later date. After all, even if your subjects are unable to take a shower for several days it won¡¯t cause any problems, it should be good enough if they just soak their clothes, meal plates, and other such things directly in the river.¡± ¡°It¡¯s crucial,¡± the Prince said slowly, stressing each word. ¡°To say it more clearly, making soap is unimportant. However, it is the byproduct of the production process that I desperately need right now.¡± ¡°Do you mean the¡­ alcohol?¡± Kyle couldn¡¯t believe what he had heard. ¡°That¡¯s right, exactly the alcohol, you may also call it glycerol.¡± Roland stated, ¡°It is a very valuable raw material, whose importance is not inferior to the two acids.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Kyle shrugged and said, ¡°However, as I already have stated it, I don¡¯t have the time to do it myself.¡± Roland exhaled slightly; once more starting to learn how tiring it was to deal with the chief alchemist, ¡°As long as you pick out several talented apprentices and demonstrate the process one time in front of them, it will already be enough. I will recruit some of my subjects to carry out the production process, however, in the end, none of them even understands a word about chemistry, so there have to be some people to check on every segment. After pausing for a moment, the Prince continued to say, ¡°You can also treat it as a never before practiced chemical test ¨C if placed in the alchemic workshop, this process may mean the discovery of some new alchemic formulas, enough to earn an apprentice the title of an alchemist.¡± Those lasts few words were probably what persuaded Kyle in the end, ¡°If you say it like this, I¡¯ll need an entire afternoon to teach the apprentice what they require.¡± ¡°Excellent,¡± Roland smiled. ¡°You should also know that the most important thing about the process is ensuring that enough caustic soda is produced.¡± He wrote down the reaction formula on a piece of paper. Before the invention of the syntactic alkali production, natural soda was the most important alkali raw material. The latter was mainly composed of sodium bicarbonate, which when heated would break down into sodium carbonate, carbon dioxide, and water. Because it was accessible in great amount and also quite simple to process, it was still in use even in modern times. ¡°By decomposing the washing stones with heat, followed by dissolving them in water and afterward filtering the water, you can obtain a relatively pure solution of sodium carbonate solution. ¡°Followed by heating it together with milk of lime, you can get a sodium hydroxide solution, for which you should easily be able to come up with a purifying method for yourself,¡± Roland explained. ¡± To clarify, first distil, then mix, repeating these steps until the concentration is high enough. Then after it has cooled down, the concentrated solution will have formed a huge amount of crystals.¡± These were the details written in the ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡±. Since those two alkalis had several nicknames (such as caustic soda, lye, soda ash, sodium hyposulfite, sodium thiosulfate, soda crystals, etc.), it was incredibly easy to get them mixed up; which made it an important subject of a knowledge test. The reason why he could still clearly remember it to this day was because he was initially required to know the textbook¡¯s related content by heart. ¡°I understand,¡± the chief alchemist said, looking over the equation of the chemical reaction from start to finish. ¡°But Your Highness, what¡¯s to be done in regards with the fat?¡± ¡°I will arrange people who will send it to you.¡± Animal fat was an expensive resource during this era, however, during the previous seed collecting mission, his personal guard had brought back the seeds for olive trees from Fallen Dragon Ridge, which now gave Border Town a reliable source for vegetable oil. Even though there was currently only a small plantation at the castle backyard, but since Leaves had the ability to hasten ripening, harvesting a pile of fruits each day was no problem at all. The extraction of olive oil was also very simple. When the fruit became ripe, they simply used physical strength to squeeze the oil out and afterward sieved it so as to filter out the flesh and seeds. Finally, after a brief description of the requirements and necessary preparation for the soap and glycerol production, Roland permitted Kyle Sichi to leave the office. From now on, when the soap factory started its production, Roland would obtain a steady stream of glycerol. And with glycerin, he had finally made a big step towards getting real smoke-free gunpowder and powerful explosives. Chapter 288 Chapter 288 Teacher and Disciple Kyle Sichi passed through Border Town into the direction of the Redwater River. By now, Border Town had become a flourishing place; it was hard to imagine that this place had started out as nothing more than an outpost used to detect the movements of the demonic beasts. The ground beneath his feet was grayish black and solid. Both sides of the street were lined with neatly arranged single-story houses, different to the residential building in the other district. These houses weren¡¯t used for a living; their interior was much more spacious than the other residences, and were somewhat similar to a small warehouse. According to His Highness, these houses would be used as stores. In front of the single-story houses was one deep gutter, which was covered with stone slates, it was like the boundary line for the black street. In addition to this, at intervals of one segment they had also planted a big tree at the roadside, sandwiched between two houses, the branches grew close to the center of the road. Not only did it offer protection from the sun and rain, but it also warmed the people¡¯s hearts and delighted their eyes. Kyle had no choice but to say, that in the end, it was the regularity that gave him the greatest impression. No matter if it were the buildings, roads, sewers or trees, they were all located at the right place according to a previous plan, each was carefully selected for quality at a level not inferior to that of a Lord¡¯s flower garden. The experience of wandering through the streets of Border Town, was equal to wandering through the Duke¡¯s district of Redwater City ¨C although the latter¡¯s buildings was more concentrated and were even larger than these, the harmonious arrangement of these ordinary and mediocre houses exude their own unique sense of beauty. This kind of feeling surpassed that of individual greatness, showing a higher level of grandeur since it was part of a whole. Just like those chemistry formulas that are adjusted to a uniform system, he thought, this is a beauty brought forth by order. Nowadays, Kyle had a lot of reputation in Border Town. The passersby who were coming and going all greeted him with a nod and respectfully addressed him as Sage. However, compared with the title of a Sage, he still preferred the title of the Master of Chemistry. It was just a pity that His Highness had made it clear, that he had to understand ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡±, before he could receive this special glory. Walking away from the central district, Kyle could see the Redwater River flowing along the western edge of Border Town. The laboratory that were situated at the riverside had already increased to four buildings, however because of their lack of workforce, the last two were temporarily idle. Kyle was prepared to immediately call for his apprentice to complete His Highness¡¯ mission but was stopped by a soldier wearing the uniform of the First Army. ¡°Your Excellency Sichi, a sailboat arrived at the docks with more than fifty¡­ civilians,¡± the soldiers said after giving a salute, ¡°Due to the number of people being too large and because they also aren¡¯t merchants, a squadron of the garrison decided to stop them at the docks. Among them there was one who said that he wanted to see you, he claimed to be an alchemist from Redwater City, named -¡± ¡°Chavez!¡± Kyle shouted, simultaneously grabbing the soldier¡¯s shoulder, ¡°Take me to see him!¡± ¡­ Together with the soldier he went over to the dock district, there he saw a familiar silhouette come into his view ¨C Chavez had indeed arrived. ¡°Honored Mentor!¡± The moment the other side saw Kyle, Chavez immediately waved his hand to get his attention. ¡°These are the alchemists and the alchemy apprentices I have invited,¡± Kyle turned toward the garrison captain and explained the situation, ¡°Have every person you¡¯re holding come over, I will take them to the City Hall so that they can register.¡± ¡°Yes, Your esteemed Self. But please allow me to send a squad to escort them.¡± ¡°No harm.¡± In reality, the so-called escort was dispatched to control and keep a close watch over them, to avoid someone separating from the group and sneaking into Border Town¡¯s central district. But this was also an established rule set in place by His Highness the Prince. Therefore, Kyle also didn¡¯t have any intention of interfering with it. ¡°Honored Teacher, in the end, what is going on? Why would they especially dispatch someone to look after the docks in an out-of-the-way Border Town like this?¡± Chavez walked over the moment he was released and started complaining, sounding somewhat unhappy, ¡°Moreover they were even stricter than the guards protecting the city walls of a major city. They asked for my name, surname, and origin. Even when I attempted to change their mind with silver royals it proved entirely useless.¡± ¡°Silver royals?¡± Kyle asked with interest, ¡°How many?¡± ¡°Of course, just one,¡± Chavez answered, looking somewhat perplexed. ¡°Ha ha ha,¡± hearing his response, Kyle stroked his beard and started to chuckle, ¡°It is only natural that it hadn¡¯t worked. You have to understand, their salary is already set at fifteen silver royals each month.¡± ¡°Fif-fifteen?¡± ¡°Yes, compared to those city patrols who rely on the blackmail of merchants and traveler to make a living, the living standard of the First Army is much more comfortable. But this is also the reason why extortion, looting or accepting bribes are so strictly prohibited. Once discovered, they will immediately be expelled from the army, and at the same time they will be put into the dungeon to await trial.¡± Although, Kyle wasn¡¯t an official minister of the City Hall, as the temporary substitute for the Minister of Chemistry he had still attended several conferences. Thus, he came to have a precise understanding of these upper layers of policy. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that they are really able to restrain their hands?¡± Chavez asked slightly suspicious. ¡°There still exist some who are unable to control themselves, but all of them have been sent to the mine to serve out their sentence,¡± Kyle twitched his lips then asked, ¡°Didn¡¯t you noticed any unique aspects about Border Town when you arrived?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ there were a lot,¡± the young alchemist scratched his head, ¡°For example, along the river channel there were many people who were chopping wood and repairing a road. However, they were already so far away from Border Town, in the end, where does the road they are repairing lead to? Furthermore, what purpose do those iron towers along the river shore serve? Do they store drinking water?¡± He paused, ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right! Before our arrival at the pier¡­ I actually saw an iron bridge which was still under construction! It wasn¡¯t made out of wood or stone, I¡¯m sure it was made out of iron!¡± ¡°Also, didn¡¯t the bridge seem much longer than any you have ever seen in your life before?¡± Chief Alchemist asked smilingly. ¡°Therefore, since you¡¯ve arrived here you shouldn¡¯t keep hold of your life experience from Redwater City. This is an entirely different kind of city, of course¡­ At present, it is only a town, but it is already amazing enough. It is the same with ¡®Elementary Chemistry¡¯, before you have seen it, you would never be able to believe that something like it would be ¡®possible¡¯.¡± He didn¡¯t know why, but as he said these words to his apprentice, he felt indescribably carefree and joyful within his heart. Unknowingly he had already came to regarded himself as a citizen of Border Town, which meant he was only taking some pleasure in showing off his new home to a visitor. ¡­ After the completion of the registration, the City Hall¡¯s officials arranged the residences for the apprentice, while Kyle Sichi immediately pulled Chavez along and returned to his house. ¡°Though I knew that you would accept my invitation, I still didn¡¯t expect you to come so soon.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Chaves looking somewhat embarrassed as he bowed and confessed, ¡°I should have agreed from the beginning.¡± Hearing this, the Chief Alchemist smiled. Even though he was engrossed in alchemy, but that didn¡¯t mean he didn¡¯t understand a word about the affairs of life. The reason why Chavez didn¡¯t choose to leave from the beginning, was that due to his discovery of the two acids method, he had hoped that Redwater City¡¯s Lord would give him the position of the Chief Alchemist. Only after Kabora, who¡¯d already held some prejudice towards him, became the new chief did he decide to leave Redwater City. But Kyle didn¡¯t really care about such small matters, longing for the position of the chief alchemist of the workshop had always been the ultimate goal pursued by alchemists. ¡°Do not cherish your previous work, alchemy is meaningless here. All your past achievements in the field of alchemy are not even worth mentioning. In this place only one thing is worth pursuing: Chemistry.¡± Chavez took a deep breath and then said, ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Even though you may get your own house assigned to you, but sleep here for tonight¡­ since we haven¡¯t talked for a long time.¡± Back when he had taught Chavez his alchemy skills, he had pulled his young disciple along and talked with him all through the night, and if they became too sleepy, they ended up squeezing into the same bed. The other party apparently understood his meaning and immediately answered in an excited tone, ¡°yes, mentor!¡± After eating dinner, the two went to the study, where Kyle Sichi carefully handed Chavez the ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡±. ¡°Is this the praised ancient book?¡± Chavez solemnly opened the first page and earnestly started to read. Kyle stood to the side, he was there in case Chavez came across some points he couldn¡¯t understand. Looking at this scene, it seemed as if they had stepped back some years, the other party was being taught by him once again. Now with the addition of Chavez and the fifty new apprentices, I finally have more than enough people to test the large-scale production of sulfuric acid, while at the same time, the other two laboratories can also begin their work. But the most important part of this is that I have fulfilled His Highness¡¯ task, and now it¡¯s now up to him to fulfill his promise and to give me the book on ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡±, Kyle proudly thought. Chapter 289 Chapter 289 West of the Western Border Lightning, in charge of her own ¡°adventure equipment¡±, checked it over once more. Flint and tinder, bandages, daggers, maps, as well as a bag full of rations stuffed with dried beef. ¡°What about you?¡± She looked at Maggie, ¡°Check it again.¡± ¡°Goo!¡± Maggie put her hand into her bag ¨C this cloth was usually hidden in her fluffy hair, in the end, it was hard to determine just how many things she could actually put into it. Since the moment she turned into a bird, all her clothes and bags seemed to disappear without a trace. Even though Lightning¡¯s ability to fly was restricted by a weight limit, Maggie, however, didn¡¯t seem to be affected in the least. The best proof of this was that she pulled far more out of her bag than Lightning. Jerky, shredded dried pork, drumsticks, fish, eggs, all were piled up in front of Lightning. ¡°Oh, my God,¡± Lightning shouted in disbelief, ¡°We are going on an adventure, and not on a barbecue in the wilderness. At least take some weapons along with you.¡± ¡°Googoo!¡± Macey pointed at her mouth. ¡°Do you want to say that your beak is your weapon?¡± Lightning sighed, ¡°If you encounter a judge dressed like a can, it¡¯d be a wonder if you could ever peck open his armor! Hey, forget it!¡­ It¡¯s only a one-day trip anyway, we shouldn¡¯t encounter any danger, so let¡¯s get started.¡± ¡°I see! Goo!¡± Maggie immediately turned into a pigeon, ran two steps, and started flying close above the ground before slowly rising. Uh, maybe the weight did have an impact on her. Lightning pulled her windproof glasses down, gently leaped into the air and then flew to the front. I can still clearly remember when I had seen Maggie for the first time. It was just south of here, in the woods that we started our air chase. Even though she couldn¡¯t escape my hands in the end, but I still had to spend a lot of effort before I was able to jump on her. Nowadays, I¡¯m afraid I would be able to catch her in the blink of an eye. This cannot go on, it¡¯s already so rare to find a partner to fly. In the future, I have to bear the responsibility for the adventure equipment alone, the little girl thought, but it does seem she is in need of a good exercise. ¡°Goo, goo?¡± Lightning reduced her speed and flew over to Maggie¡¯s side, ¡°Alright let¡¯s speak!¡± ¡°I want to ask, what area are we going to explore, goo?¡± The pigeon¡¯s mouth opened and closed repeatedly. ¡°The western end of the Concealing Forest. I want to see how big the forest actually is in the end,¡± Lightning said, she pulled out a map from her bag and spread it out in front of them. Pointing at a blank space on the western side and said, ¡°We will also be able to fill out this missing piece as we pass by, and maybe we can also see where the Redwater River comes from.¡± When Maggie had returned from her mission to the Fjords, Lightning immediately began preparing for the expedition. Whenever they had free practice, His Highness never cared where they flew off to. Furthermore, the little girl also had a secret in her heart which she couldn¡¯t tell her counterpart ¨C she was afraid of exploring the forest alone. This was simply an extraordinary shame and humiliation for an explorer. But she could not deceive herself, ever since her trip to the stone tower she had a developed a fear of the deep forest. At the thought that the horrible monster might be hidden in the woods, she could not help but want to escape as quickly as possible. Fortunately, she was still the daughter of the greatest explorer. Thunder had once mentioned to her a method of overcoming fear. Which was by approaching it a bit, then observe it, and coming to understand it, ultimately, you will discover that your ¡°fear¡± is not so terrible. Because the roots of these obstacles are all planted in your own heart. This time the adventure was exactly Lightning¡¯s attempt to get rid of her fear and together with Maggie as a companion, she felt that at least her heart was a little more emboldened. The route she chose was also very secure, flying westwards along the Redwater River, never going deep into the forest, which she presumed would make it very unlikely for her to encounter any Devils. After they¡¯ve taken the route once, Lightning would try it alone next time. She totally believed that one day, she would be able to go out alone to draw a complete map of the Western Territory, visit the stone tower again, and also uncover the truth about the Holy City Taqila. ¡­ All along the road, Lightning contained their speed at around sixty kilometers per hour. Nowadays, she was already fully able to accurately control her speed through the amount of magic power she released. And according to the current consumption, she could continue to fly all day. Also, flying along the river and only at the edge of the forest made it a lot more relaxed compared to the last search for the stone tower. At that time, her entire field of vision had been filled with dark green, giving off a gloomy and depressed feeling and making it impossible for her to distinguish direction and height. Today however, under the waves of bright sunlight, the Redwater River has turned into crystalline silver belt, coupled with Maggie¡¯s constant chatter in her ear, Lightning¡¯s fear was quickly fading. ¡°Quick, look, there are mountains in front, goo!¡± At last, Lightning also saw the incomparable Mountain ¨C even though it was still far away, its dusky body already showed its majestic appearance. The mountain peak was next to the ocean, as if the land had crept over to the water. The closer they came to the Redwater River, the more the hills close to the river¡¯s waters rapidly shrank away, until they finally became one with the silver belt. ¡°This mountain is just a bit too big,¡± she could not help but sigh in sorrow, with the shortening of the distance, the contours of the mountain also became increasingly evident. Its peak was snow white, appearing to go straight into the clouds. Even though it wasn¡¯t like the Impassable Mountain range which with its ups and downs went on for thousands of miles, but regarding height, it was even higher than three to four mountains put together. The hillside south of it was only one extending part of its mountain ridges, the source of the Redwater River also came from this magnificent high mountain. ¡°It¡¯s the end of the Concealing Forest!¡± Maggie screamed excitedly. Just like Maggie had said, the piece of dark green finally came to an end under their feet, the earth was also restored to a light green ¨C which should be a slice of grassland. Further ahead however, at the edge of their line of sight, it unexpectedly changed into a pitch-black which covered the whole area up till the foot of the mountain. ¡°Let¡¯s go down and take a look,¡± Lightning shouted, and pointed down before she dived towards the dark earth. She quickly discovered that the ground was entirely formed out of black stone. ¡°What is this?¡± After landing, Maggie immediately pecked twice at it, ¡°It looks like it isn¡¯t something to eat, goo!¡± ¡°Of course, you cannot eat it,¡± Lightning said and picked up a black stone to take a closer look. It had a sharp and clear-cut look, and even though it had a pitch-black outward appearance, Lightning could still see a metallic sheen when she turned it in the sun. And this kind of stone was everywhere, together with a few patches of mud. At first glance, it looked like the earth has been soaked in ink. ¡°It might be some kind of ore, take two pieces along and we¡¯ll let His Highness take a look.¡± It was then time for drawing work, so she returned to the air and began to record the terrain in the vicinity. It had taken them almost half the morning to arrive from the edge of Border Town to the foot of the mountain. In other words, this place was close to two hundred and forty kilometers away from Border Town; much further than Longsong Stronghold. And this mountain¡­ Within Lightning¡¯s mind an idea suddenly emerged, with such a gigantic mountain, how would the scenery look like? Is it a vast jungle, or undulating hills and mountains? After her fear disappeared, it became hard for her to suppress this idea once it had appeared. Crossing the mountains would obviously be somewhat challenging, just the peak covered in white snow was enough to make people shrink back. But, there was also one other route, bypass it by sea. By doing this, she wouldn¡¯t even need to fly to the back of the mountain, she would only need to travel onwards to the middle of the sea, and she could put the rear of the mountain in her line of sight. Lightning called Maggie over, then repeatedly warned her not to move about randomly. She put on her windproof glasses and raised her speed to the limit the next instant ¨C her magic power quickly drained, and the oncoming wind swept her short hair to the back of her head, the land beneath her continually receded, and the blue ocean filled her entire field of vision. After about half an hour¡¯s flight, she was finally able to faintly see the scene behind the mountain. Behind it, it seemed that there was a succession of mountains that separated the sea from the land, but then, Lightning saw something which made her blood freeze inside of her veins. At the end of the horizon, there was a layer of reddish-brown fog which covered the mountains, looking just like blood. The fog extended all along to the west, making it almost impossible for her to see its boundary. Chapter 290 Chapter 290 Investigation Plan While Roland was sitting at his desk, in the middle of pondering how to attack the imperial palace from the air, a pounding sound suddenly came from the french window at his back. Looking back, he saw Lightning pressing against the window, her face stricken with panic. While Maggie, squatting on her head, was quickly pecking at the window. The moment Nightingale opened the window, the little girl immediately flew into Roland¡¯s arms. ¡°What happened,¡± Roland asked confused, ¡°What made you become like this?¡± ¡°A black stone, goo! An enormous snow-capped mountain, goo!¡± Maggie dropped on the table, wildly flapping her wings as she reported. ¡°What?¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s not all,¡± Lightning corrected with a muffled voice, ¡°The Devils. I saw the Devils!¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland¡¯s expression turned serious, he stroked her head, trying to give her some emotional support, ¡°Don¡¯t panic, just explain it to me slowly.¡± After a while, Lightning freed her head from the Prince¡¯s embrace and looked at his face. Her golden-bright hair looked like a complete mess, and around her eyes were two circles, which formed light red mark. Apparently, she had forgotten to put on her wind protector in her panic to flee at high-speed, ¡°I wanted to draw the border of the Concealing Forest, so we flew westward along the Redwater River, at its end, we found a mountain¡­¡± After listening to the narration of the details of what she had seen and heard, Roland couldn¡¯t help but to stare with big eyes into the empty air. The snow-capped mountain with the red mist that those Devils need to survive lays to the west, at our back, and it is only two hundred kilometers away from here? He looked at Nightingale, who nodded and said, ¡°I¡¯ll call the other sisters.¡± Soon after, the witches came together for an emergency meeting in the castle office. After Roland told them what Lightning had discovered, the witches who had experienced that one night of slaughter all exposed the same disturbed expression. Especially Leaves, who had killed the two Devils with her own hands, could not help but cover her mouth and cry out in a small voice. ¡°Your Highness, I recommend we scout out the land covered in red mist further,¡± Scroll was the first to speak, ¡°After all, Lightning was only able to take a short glance from very far away, thus we cannot be certain that the Devils indeed live under the red mist. Also, it is necessary to investigate whether they will cross the mountain range that¡¯s next to the ocean and travel along the coastline to reach the mainland.¡± ¡°I agree with Scroll¡¯s standpoint,¡± Wendy answered and nodded in agreement. ¡°Although they are very powerful, it is always better to prepare to defend, than have your hands tied and wait to be captured.¡± As the two oldest witches of the Witch Union, Scroll and Wendy had always been the pillar of many sister¡¯s hearts. Thus, even though some of them still showed some sign of fear, none of them seemed like they only wanted to sit still and wait for their death. Roland preferred this kind of response, and he could see that no one was expressing any objections, the basic plan was already set like this. The crucial point now was to decide how they would implement it. ¡°We could use a hot air balloon for the investigation,¡± Anna suggested. ¡°The cloud gazer is already covered with a sky camouflage, so we can use clouds as cover and fly over the ocean.¡± ¡°In addition, you can also take Sylvie along,¡± Nightingale stated. ¡°Her ability is perfect to deal with this kind of situation.¡± ¡°Right,¡± Rolland nodded, ¡°Furthermore¡­ I will also be going.¡± ¡°Your Highness!¡± The second the words had left his mouth, the three, Wendy, Scroll, and Nightingale shouted at the same time to stop him, ¡°You can¡¯t take this risk yourself! ¡°It¡¯s not that I will be taking any risks,¡± Roland waved his hands to calm them down before explaining further, ¡°If they had the ability to pass over the high mountain or the sea, they would already have spread all over the Four Kingdoms by now. However, the reason why they are still gathered in the land to the Far West is simply because they are not as fearful as in your imagination.¡± Still, there was another reason he hadn¡¯t mentioned, in regards to judging the level of development of a differed kind of civilization, he was far more experienced than any of them ¨C if he could lay his eyes on the Devils and their city, it would be a great help in developing the path to follow in the future and also to come up with a tactic to repulse the enemy. ¡°But¡­¡± Wendy¡¯s face was still filled with hesitation. ¡°Do not worry, we will just take a look from a distance,¡± the Prince said and showed a reassuring smile, ¡°In case I came to the conclusion that a distant investigation was dangerous, I would never permit you to go.¡± ¡°Alright, but you have to take me along with you,¡± as she saw that their attempt to dissuade him was in vain, Nightingale was the first to change her tact. Seeing his counterpart¡¯s serious gaze as she declared her demands, Roland knew that it was impossible for him to reject her. So, after thinking about it for a moment, he announced: ¡°In that case, the people who will come along on this trip besides me, are Anna, Wendy, Soraya, Sylvie, Nightingale, Lightning, and Maggie. ¡°The mission will be in one week. In addition to the necessary food reserves, I also will give each of you a revolver. Use the week to practice, so that even if you are a non-combat witch, you will still be able to fight back if you are facing an enemy.¡± Since the hot air balloon¡¯s speed of flight was far less than Lightning¡¯s, Roland feared that they would need a whole day to travel a distance of more than 200 kilometers. They would therefore have to camp one night in the wilderness if they wanted to complete the investigation. Taking this into account, dry food, tents, and weapons were a must. ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± the witches said in chorus. After the crowd had departed, Roland finally had time to look at the black stone that Lightning had brought back under such great effort. ¡°You said that this kind of stone was everywhere at the edge of the forest?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± by now Lightning had calmed down, but even while sitting at the mahogany table, her legs were still swaying, the red flush on her cheeks also had not faded. ¡°Furthermore, the nearer to the foot of the mountain the larger the more black stones there are. Looking at it from high up, the area covered by these black stones is more than a dozen times bigger than Border Town.¡± When Roland picked it up to estimate its weight, his heart jumped slightly. With regards to its weight, it is much lighter than an ordinary stone, which makes it unlikely that it¡¯s ore. Its external appearance is hard and lithe, and under the sunlight, it reflects with a metallic luster. Furthermore, it lays bare on the surface¡­ Is it possible that this could be a coal mine? Thinking of this, he quickly called Anna back. As it burned down under her black flame, the black stone soon became bright red, looking just like an iron ore in the smelting furnace, but it soon began to dissolve. Even after Anna had taken her black flame back, the orange light exuded by the stone didn¡¯t weaken in the slightest degree. Instead, they could even see how a blue flame was slightly rising from its surface. With this, Roland had confirmed his guess that it was indeed a piece of anthracite with excellent quality. ¡°So, this is the original look of a coal mine,¡± Lighting said in surprise. ¡°I always thought it would resemble fragile charcoal and be covered with dust, so that if you touched it with your hand, it would make your palm dirty.¡± ¡°Of course, only after going through a crushing and dilution process will it look like charcoal briquette and coal cake,¡± Roland explained laughingly. ¡°Most of the extraction that comes out of a coal mine look like stones in general, and of course, the higher the quality of the raw coal, the stronger will its structure be. In the end, they will become just like these stones, showing a reflecting luster on their surface.¡± This unexpected discovery made him exceptionally happy. Coal wasn¡¯t a rarity in the Kingdom of Graycastle. Both Fallen Dragon Ridge and Silver City had coal mines, their yield was mostly used to fuel kilns or personal heating. But in fact, its range of use was extremely broad. Before the extensive spread of the internal combustion engine, the smoke of burning coal had covered about half the sky. While using it for coal coking, it could replace charcoal for smelting iron into steel and would be much more environmental friendly than wantonly cutting down trees. Even after humanity had entered the electrical era, coal could still be refined into coal gas, hydrogen, and asphalt. Or it could be used to generate electricity. It was thus regarded as a cheap fuel of high quality. Holding an open coal mine in hand was clearly much better than relying on imports. The only question was, how to exploit it? Roland moved his gaze to Lightning¡¯s newly drawn map. It seemed that the construction of steam driven cement boat was imperative. Chapter 291 Chapter 291 Advance Notice Within the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Timothy was tightly grasping his scepter, while he looked at the Chief Alchemist Rayleigh Kenneth standing within the audience, showing such a pleased expression. ¡°Were you able to get a clue about the alchemy recipe taken by the deserters?¡± ¡°Sure! Your honored Majesty, this is the latest snow powder developed by the Alchemy Association. Please permit me to demonstrate it now.¡± Rayleigh said with a deep bow. After receiving the new King¡¯s approval, he waved in the direction of the crowd behind him, two disciples holding a bag in their hands immediately stepping forward. He spread two sheets of white paper over the ground, and poured out the snow powder within the bags on top, forming two separate lines. One of them was ash gray, while the other was much darker, being almost ashy black. ¡°Your Majesty, please take a look. The lighter one is the snow powder originally used during celebrations, while the darker one is the latest development, the fast igniting snow powder.¡± Rayleigh took out a flint, ignited the powder on top of the papers. The light snow powder merely began to burn slowly and emitted thick billowing smoke, while the dark colored one burned all the powder in one breath and also spread over to the white paper below. ¡°What does that mean?¡± Timothy asked with a deep frown, ¡°The toy that my dear sister got, didn¡¯t only burn a piece of paper!¡± ¡°Of course not, Your honored Majesty,¡± Rayleigh said, as a big smile began to spread over his whole face, ¡°I do not know if you had noticed the amount of smoke it released when I ignited it. The faster the snow powder burns, the more smoke is released in a short period of time, and this is the cause of its extreme power. I will prove this with another experiment.¡± This time it were two fist-sized parchment bags, which were wrapped up tightly. Each of the disciples ignited a thin rope which was put into the paper bag then covered each with a copper bowl. The sparks moved along the rope, gradually crawling into the copper bowls. ¡°Attention, Your Majesty, this time the sound will be louder, so please cover your ears.¡± The chief alchemist¡¯s voice had just faded as a loud bang ringed out. One copper bowl flipped upside down, while the other actually flew straight towards the ceiling, after falling back to the floor it still bounced several times on the granite slate, issuing a crisp sound every time. Damn it! Timothy unconsciously swallowed, he had nearly let go of his scepter. Why didn¡¯t this old fool mention it earlier! One of the disciples gathered the second bowl and placed it back in front of the new King, whereas he suppressed his fury to the bottom of his heart and focused his attention on those bowls. This man was still the Chief Alchemist of King¡¯s City Alchemy Workshop, if he wanted to study the new alchemic weapon, he couldn¡¯t do so without his help. At this moment, it became apparent that it had changed its form, it just looked as if someone had resolutely hit it on the inside of the bowl with a hammer, deforming the rim of the bowl. ¡°I have repeatedly verified that the power of the snow powder doesn¡¯t lie in its burning, but in this gas. This is also the truth hidden in the receipt the deserters had stolen.¡± Rayleigh stood in the middle of the hall and spoke frankly with assurance, ¡°If you increase the amount of snow powder, and tightly compress it into a ball, it will become powerful enough to break armor and tear bodies apart. I believe that sooner or later, this new type of snow powder will inevitably replace swords and arrows. Even if they are well-trained knights, they won¡¯t be a match for a civilian equipped with these bags of snow powder.¡± This sentence caused a great outburst from within the crowd. Many of Timothy¡¯s Knights faces gathered within the hall showed gloomy expressions. Even Knight Steelheart Weimar looked as if wanted to step forward and argue with the alchemist, so Timothy quickly knocked with his scepter against the floor and shouted, ¡°Quiet!¡± After the crowd bowed in unison, Timothy turned his gaze back to Rayleigh. ¡°Is your formula exactly the same as the recipe the deserters took away?¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty,¡± Rayleigh shook his head, and then put a lot of disdain in his words, ¡°Although saltpeter is one of the Alchemic Workshops stock items, however, the stock won¡¯t be too big usually. At the time of mixing the snow powder, he just happened to find this formula. Even if he wanted to run more test, the amount of saltpeter wasn¡¯t enough to use it several times. However, the formula for my fast igniting snow powder was developed after going through a large number of test. It is the optimal method and its power is much greater than a product produced by chance.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good to know,¡± Timothy said in a relaxed voice. Although he had known that Garcia had arranged many of her people within all ranks, but he had never thought that she even had some henchmen within the Alchemy Association. The scheme of the deserters was well planned, and at the time he fled he had taken a dozen apprentices along. Usually something like this wouldn¡¯t be a big deal, after all, even though alchemists were relatively rare in other cities, King¡¯s City had more than twenty of them. So, if one had left its impact would normally be something insignificant, but this time the man had discovered a new highly lethal kind of snow powder before leaving. And instead of contributing it towards the Alchemic Workshop, he had left without a trace the very next day. In the end, Timothy¡¯s spies were only able to capture some of the remaining confidants but failed to intercept the entire group of deserters. The moment he learned about the news, Timothy immediately ordered his Imperial Prime Minister to purchase all of the saltpeter capacities within the city and requested the Alchemic Workshop to reproduce the deserts¡¯ snow powder formula as soon as possible. And today, after waiting for two months, they finally showed some results, which made him feel quite satisfied. Even if this man¡¯s respect for him was a bit lacking, he was still pleasing to his eye at this moment. After settling his thoughts, Timothy cleared his throat and said, ¡°You did well. For your contribution, I will grant you twenty-five gold royals as reward. Additionally, I will also open a snow powder workshop in King¡¯s City¡¯s inner city, which will be responsible for the mass production of the fast igniting snow powder. However, you cannot become lax and have to further study its usage. If it actually turns out like you said, that civilians would become able to defeat knights, rewarding you with a title and territory won¡¯t be a problem.¡± ¡°Thank you very much, Your Majesty!¡± After the chief alchemist had left the hall, Sir Weimar, no longer able to hold himself back, stood up and said, ¡°Your Majesty, even though this stuff looked a bit scary, but wanting to use it to defeat a knight, is absolutely not possible. As you can see, it needs to be ignited to trigger, its killing range is also only half a step or so. At that distance, against a civilian, I have dozens of ways to instantly send them to the ground. Even granted that they are able to use it at a close distance, I can still take advantage of the ignition time to strike and kill my opponent, before calmly leaving. According to Rayleigh¡¯s way of speaking, it is clear that he had never been to the battlefield.¡± ¡°We also think the same, Your Majesty,¡± other knights followed up. ¡°That¡¯s why I let him continue to search for a better way,¡± Timothy said, ¡°For example, by shortening the ignition time or making it throwable, and so forth. Of course, no matter what kind of weapon they use, I¡¯m also convinced that a Knight will be better than a farmer.¡± Although he spoke like this, within his heart, he also had some traces of disagreement. Civilians indeed completely lacked any usage, they were cowardly and ignorant, and also afraid of dying. But if controlled by pills and equipped with snow powder, they could become a powerful weapon. At least that was if they had needed to storm a city gate or a shield wall, they would only have to send out a few militia holding snow powder, and it would be enough to tear a hole in a solid line of defense. At this moment, some footsteps could suddenly be heard coming from beyond doors, soon followed by an anxious personal guard who came running into the hall, and fell onto his knees and announced. ¡°Your Majesty, it seems that the militia team you had sent to the Western Territory got attacked, and now the defeated soldiers have come back to King¡¯s City. I even heard that they brought back a letter of reprimand, by now many people have heard about it.¡± ¡°What?¡± Timothy¡¯s eyes became wide, ¡°Make sure that they keep their mouth shut and bring all who are still alive to me here in the castle!¡± ¡­ In the castle courtyard, a ragged militia group could be seen kneeling on the ground and pleading, ¡°Your Majesty be merciful, please give us some pills, we cannot stand it any longer.¡± You group of wastes, in addition to consuming the enemy, there is basically nothing else you can be used for. Since you are alive, you¡¯re already wasting food, and now you even dare to ask me for pills? Timothy looked with cold eyes at the group of people and said in a low voice: ¡°In the end, how was it possible for the enemy to defeat you? Who can tell me something about the course of the battle? Whoever can give me a clear answer, will receive the antidote.¡± All the people suddenly began to speak at the same time, ¡°We were attacked while we were still on board, which turned the fleet into chaos. The Lead Knight gave the command to go ashore and get in order. However, the moment we landed we were attacked by unending crossbow bolts, so dense that we didn¡¯t even get the chance to fight back. It was the Knights who took the lead and surrendered, we merely followed them and¡­ kneeled.¡± ¡°What about the group of Knights and the Lead Knight?¡± ¡°No¡­ I don¡¯t know. They escorted us back to the camp, but we didn¡¯t see any Knight.¡± Timothy frowned and his voice became even colder, ¡°How were you able to come back?¡± ¡°It was Prince Roland who let us go,¡± one of them said hurriedly. ¡°Also, he gave us a letter that we are supposed to pass on to you.¡± ¡°To all of you?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, I also have one!¡± ¡°Your majesty, I also have a letter!¡± The group of people shouted at once and stood up, pulling Roland¡¯s ¡°letter¡± out of their pockets. To hell with it! He actually gave it to everyone? Timothy gathered the letters only to discover that they all contained the same message. ¡°Your stupid act makes me feel sorry for you, Timothy Wimbledon. The repeated invasion of the Western Territory was a grave mistake for which you will have to pay the price. I will attack King¡¯s City at the beginning of the second month of autumn, I will make you learn that your place is far from being as secure as you imagine. When the day comes, all of King¡¯s City¡¯s people will see, your kingship is already on the verge of collapse. ¡°- Roland Wimbledon.¡± Chapter 292 Chapter 292 Precision Guided Bombs The place where they would be practicing shooting their pistols was arranged at the castle¡¯s front courtyard. Including Sylvie, all of the witches selected for the investigation team had received a revolver. Roland spent two days to let everyone become familiar with and master the posture needed to shoot a gun, before they switched over to shoot with live ammunition. The major part of the training was divided into aiming while shooting from ten meters and paced shooting from five meters distance so that they could cope with a surprise attack or an open attack of the enemy. During the posture training, most of the witches were still able to imitate the pattern, but the moment they fired their first shot the truth was soon revealed. Especially when the deafening sound of gunfire split the air, for most of them, their first reaction was to block their ears, turning the observing Nightingale¡¯s brows straight. Except for Anna. Whenever he looked at her, both her hands seemed to remain motionless even as she continuously pulled the trigger, completely disregarding the gunfire and smoke. Regardless of the accuracy of her aim, just this posture alone was already absolutely efficient. Can it be, in addition to learning new knowledge, Anna is just as highly talented in other areas? Roland thought to himself, secretly surprised, even though these are black gunpowder bullets, this is still a large caliber revolver with a strong recoil. So how it is possible for her arms to remain so stable, and how is she able to shoot continuously? Stepping behind her, full of curiosity, he saw two black flames sticking against the handle of the gun and holding it firmly in the air, while Anna was only keeping a virtual grasping position not even touching the real revolver. After he pat her on the shoulders, he saw her taking out two black flames from her ears as she turned around. She gave him a ¡¯come and praise me¡¯ expression and said, ¡°How about it? I always hit the target!¡± Roland didn¡¯t know whether he should laugh or cry. But since he didn¡¯t have any better options he loudly declared: ¡°Everyone, no one is allowed to use their ability to assist you with the practice!¡± ¡°Eh, why?¡± ¡°So that you won¡¯t get flustered, in case you meet an enemy carrying a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation,¡± Rolland explained. He sighed and reached with his hands to help plug Anna¡¯s ears. ¡°Like this, you won¡¯t be afraid, alright?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Anna¡¯s eyes were brimming with happiness. She turned around, changed the bullets, lifted the gun and aimed. ¡°Maggie quickly come over here, I also need someone to block my ears,¡± Lightning shouted, full of envy. ¡°Goo?¡± The latter pointed at herself, the gun still in her hands. ¡°You cannot shoot the gun after turning into a bird anyway,¡± the little girl said with a wink, ¡°You help me first, and I¡¯ll help you cover your ears later.¡± ¡°Goo!¡± The other witches in the castle were also attracted by the successive sounds of gunfire, gradually, they all gathered at the castle¡¯s front courtyard. Many of them looking eager to also have a go. At the end of the day, almost everyone had come up to experience how to use a revolver for themselves. Roland¡¯s heart was deeply moved as he looked upon this diverse group of women all in high spirit as they fired the weapons they were holding. Even now, he could still remember the appearance of each witch when he met them for the first time. Previously, Anna¡¯s hands and feet were thin and weak, just like bamboo poles, her eyes had lost all signs of life, and always had a monotonous expression. The area between Nightingale¡¯s eyebrows always contained traces of stormy clouds. Her smiling expression also had nothing to do with her mood; in other words, its only use was to cover the true state of her mind, so there was always a false smile which was hanging at the corner of her lips. And Wendy, usually speaking in a low voice, was unable to conceal her exhaustion. Leaves, someone who had thrown away all thoughts of a healthy future and accepted all the misfortunes decreed upon her by fate; and Lily, like a cat, ever on guard. Furthermore, there was Lightning, Mystery moon, Hummingbird, Scroll, and so on¡­ After experiencing being oppressed, being framed, and being hunted, they were already lucky to be able to survive. As for where they were supposed to go. They absolutely had no time to ponder over that. Nowadays however, they were already completely differently from how they¡¯d been in the past. The witches were now emitting a unique charm, their eyes were flashing with rays of intelligence. They no longer seemed unsure about their fate ¨C in addition to being able to live, they now had some effort to spare pursuing some other things, something that was just as beautiful as life itself. And whenever he came face to face with one of the witches, their eyes would be filled with gratefulness and trust, making Roland¡¯s heart feel as if it was filled with strength. ¡­ After lunch, and in the afternoon, it was time for the specially developed high-altitude throwing exercise in preparation for the ¡°Autumn offensive¡±. The number of witches participating in the exercise had been reduced to half, leaving only Anna, Wendy and Lightning. This was also the minimum amount of people required to complete the air raid. Setting the attack time at the beginning of the second month of autumn was what he came up with after some careful deliberations. If the time was too short, they would be unable to carry out the mission safely; and if they took too long, Roland feared they wouldn¡¯t be able to stop Timothy from attacking again. As long as he decided to launch a large-scale attack on the Western Region and forcefully fed the recruited civilians with the pills, the air raid wouldn¡¯t be able to achieve its desired effect. Therefore, the autumn offensive had to be completed before Timothy could complete the recruitment. To realize his ¡°promise¡±, Roland planned to drop a 250-kilogram bomb at the top of the castle. That bomb, which was about five times Nightingales¡¯ weight, would be dropped from a height of two kilometers, directly smash through the dome of the palace, then detonate inside. As the hot air balloon slowly lifted off, it also took a basket that was transporting a solid imitation of the bomb into the sky ¨C as Roland was riding in the basket, the solid iron projectile was a number smaller, probably only around four times Nightingales¡¯ weight. However, its shape was completely the same as the aviation bomb they would be using in the future. It had a streamlined form, with a thin front and a thick rear, together with stable tail wings and a speed reducing parasol. It would ensure that it remained perpendicular to the ground, and that it would control its maximum speed. The basket they would throw the bomb from had been especially remodeled. They set up an iron trestle so that the projectile could stand upright in the middle of the basket with one-half of it hanging out of the bottom. So as long as someone pulled the valve, the hook would loosen and the bomb would separate from the basket to fall straight down. With the rising height, Border Town soon became as large as a fingernail, while the Redwater River had turned into a bright silver band. ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve been at such a high place,¡± Wendy said, as she looked out of the observation window. ¡°It seems as if the whole Western Territory has become small.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because it is indeed very small,¡± Rolland said, and lightly chuckled. ¡°Look at the wilderness in the North, that¡¯s the place where we should be going to later.¡± ¡°Do you want to go even higher? I already can¡¯t see the target,¡± Lightning shouted from outside the basket. ¡°It is more or less right,¡± he nodded toward Anna, then gave the little girl the ready signal. Although it was impossible to determine how far away they were from the ground in the end, it was more than a thousand meter ¨C this was an attack altitude that could be described as being entirely safe, while the enemy would also be unable to see the hot air balloon. However, a distance of more than a thousand meters of empty air meant that the place the projectile hit in the end would depend entirely on fate. If they wanted to hit the target accurately, the bomb needed to have a guidance system. And it was the little girl, Lightning, who would take over this task. ¡°Release the bomb,¡± Roland commanded. Wendy pulled a valve, the bomb was released and a stream of wind immediately came pouring into the basket. Anna used the cover plate, which had long since been prepared, to seal the dropping hole, then tightened the handle ¨C they had repeatedly practiced this processes while they were on land, which meant that the two women were already very familiar with it. ¡°Can she hit the target?¡± Wendy asked while looking through the window. ¡°We will only know the answer after landing,¡± Roland said and shrugged. As the bomb fell, Lightning would drop at the same speed as the bomb while applying a horizontal force against it. In this way she could freely change its trajectory and turn it into a guided missile. By the time it closed in on the target, Lightning would pull on the mechanism at the tail end to separate the parachute from the missile. At the last hundreds meters, the bomb should then gather enough kinetic energy to break through the palace roof. As a result, the height of the drop-off would be sufficient while the precise control on hitting the impact point would also be guaranteed. All they now had to do was unceasingly keep on practicing this routine, nothing more. Chapter 293 Chapter 293 The Night before The week quickly passed, and now it was finally time for the investigation team to set out on their journey. Roland called Barov, Carter, and Iron Axe over to the castle and informed them that he would be leaving Border Town for two days. During his departure, they were to continue carrying out the affairs of the town in accordance with the general plans and regulation. Of course, his declaration was met with unanimous opposition from the three of them. Carter wanted to perform his duty as the Chief Knight and stand guard at the Prince¡¯s side; Iron Axe asked that a team of one hundred soldiers be dispatched as an escort; Barov used the excuse that Roland was needed to review and approve some important decrees that the City Hall would be releasing, making it necessary that he remained in the castle. This went on, until he finally felt he had no other alternative than to put out a lord¡¯s airs and command everyone to act in accordance with his orders. ¡°Your Highness, I do not understand. In the end, what is so important about these circumstances, that you personally must go?¡± Barov asked in confusion. ¡°This is a matter which concerns the Western Territory¡­ so much that it might even decide the life or death of the Kingdom of Graycastle,¡± Roland said, then was silent for a moment before opening his mouth once more, ¡°And only I have the ability to make the best judgment .¡± ¡°You cannot¡­ tell us the particular cause?¡± ¡°For the time being I can¡¯t, but there will come a day when you will understand.¡± He shook his head. ¡°Also, this trip is a secret operation; you are not allowed to reveal this information to anyone.¡± The fact that the Devils headquarters was merely about two hundred kilometers west of the Western Border, the very Devils who had once destroyed the Holy City of Taqila and forced the last defenders to the edge of the mainland, and turned the wildlands into a forbidden area no one even dared to set a foot, is all too frightening to say out loud. For me it is tolerable, after all, I got a lot out of all the extermination movies I saw, even so, the thought still makes me feel numb; for them however, I¡¯m afraid that others cannot simply accept something like that. Once the news is leaked, it will only turn into more trouble. In case it was to causes a panic among my subjects, it might even lead to many people fleeing from the Western Territory. Thus, at present, it is not the right time to declare the truth. After finishing all political affairs, Roland and the witches entered the hot air balloon, and lifted off, leaving the castle front yard and heading into the sky, in the directions of the snow-capped mountain. ¡°Your Royal Highness, if we assume that it was indeed the Church who has been fighting against the Devils four hundred years ago, does that make them good or bad?¡± Since discovering the existence of the Devils, it seemed that Sylvie had become preoccupied by some troubles. ¡°Of course they are still bad,¡± Roland didn¡¯t even get to open his mouth before Nightingale gave her answer. ¡°Have you ever seen a good person hunting a witch for no reason? In the case that we really were the Devils minions, all of us sisters would know about it. But there isn¡¯t even a bit of relationship between us witches and the Devils, the demonic bite is also a complete myth. However, the other person still observed Roland, seemingly waiting to hear his answer. He thought for a while then started to speak, ¡°First of all, it is still not confirmed that it was the Church who had fought against the Devils. If they had indeed made such great sacrifices, for what reason would they conceal all the information about it and destroy the past? This news would have been the best way for them to expand their base of believers. I am afraid that we can only answer the questions truthfully if we are able to find more clues about the past. Also, good and evil cannot be distinguished so easily; it is always dependent on the place you are standing at.¡± Roland paused for a moment to give her a smile, then he asked, ¡°However, I believe what you really wanted to know was, if I would go to the Church to fight with them against the Devils, isn¡¯t that right?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Sylvie wanted to say something, but in the end, she couldn¡¯t deny it. ¡°The Church and I are incompatible, even if there were any witches, I would not be able to stand on the same side as them,¡± he said, ¡°That is even more now that I have all of you by my side.¡± ¡°I also want to speak,¡± Nightingale said, showed a complacent smile. ¡°Even if it was the Church who had fought the Devils before, they still lost, or might even have suffered some other kind of crushing defeat. In His Highness words, ¡®if you do not know who is going to win or lose, for what reason would you want to rely on the losing side¡¯?¡± ¡°¡­ I see,¡± Sylvie nodded gently, and her uneasiness seeming to loosen up somewhat. Time passed. And when dusk fell, the group of people were vaguely able to see the contours of the snow-capped mountain. It is indeed incomparable huge, Roland thought, even I have seldom seen such a towering peak with my own eyes. There doesn¡¯t exist any other similar mountains within the mountain range, it¡¯s as if the earth doesn¡¯t have any inclination to rise in general, leaving only one road leading to the skies. The overcast mountain wall occupied more than half of the horizon, if we¡¯d wanted to bypass the mountains by land, I am afraid we would have to spend several months to do so. The selected camping site was located at the top of a mountain nearer to the sea, making it easy for them to observe the movement around them. Furthermore, it was also far enough from the Concealing Forest, to ensure that it would be impossible for any beast to sneak up on the camp. After gnawing at their rations, everyone began to set up their tent. Due to the limited weight capacity of the hot air balloon, they were only able to take a single large tent with them. Therefore, Roland showing a noble character and unquestionable integrity, offered the witches the use of the tent and decided that he would sleep in the basket while Maggie decided to take a tree ¨C since, if she turned into a bird, she was able to sleep while standing. He discovered that in the end, he was still too thin skinned, making it impossible for him to crowd into the tent to sleep together with the witches. Even when Wendy and Soraya suggested that they would take the basket so that the Prince could sleep in the tent, he still refused them. While they were arranging their accommodations, Sylvie was the only one who was warily staring at Roland, her gaze was so intense that in the end he didn¡¯t know whether he was supposed to laugh or cry. After arranging the night vigil, every one of them entered the tent one after another. Due to the uneven bottom of the basket, Roland had some problems falling asleep. Thus he sat on a rock while facing the sea, stared blankly at the moonlight that was sparkling on the sea¡¯s surface. At this time, he heard some subtle footsteps coming from behind. When the Prince turned around, he discovered that it was Anna. Previously, back when he had been attending school, he¡¯d always had some anticipation that ¡°maybe something is going to happen¡± within his heart when he went on social travel. And even though most of the endings ended with delusion, this never prevented him from looking forward to the next event. However, when it came true, Roland found out that contrary to his expectation, his heartbeat sped up even more. Feigning as if nothing was out of the ordinary, he lifted an eyebrow and asked, ¡°What happened, can¡¯t you fall asleep?¡± ¡°No,¡± Anna said bluntly, ¡°I merely want to accompany you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± He coughed twice, ¡°Thanks.¡± ¡°It should be me thanking you,¡± Anna said as she smiled. The silver moonlight sparkled on her face, emitting a faint radiance; her peaceful blue eyes seems to be deeper than the sea, ¡°Those words you said to Sylvie¡­ although she did not thank you, I could still see that her mood had become a lot better.¡± ¡°Are you happy for her?¡± ¡°No,¡± she shook her head. ¡°I¡¯m happy about my choice.¡± Roland asked startled, ¡°What¡­ choice?¡± Instead of answering, Anna closed her eyes and kissed him on the cheek. After a long time, she whispered, ¡°Good night, Your Highness.¡± This can be regarded as ¡°something has happened¡±¡­ right? Seeing her back disappear into the tent, Roland stretched his body to his heart¡¯s content, the moment he intended to return to the basket to sleep, a pair of invisible hands took hold of his face. The area in front of him was obviously empty, yet he once again felt a soft touch, but this time, it was on the other side. ¡°I also thank you, Your Highness, for doing so much for us witches.¡± Chapter 294 Chapter 294 The Devil¡¯s attack arrives In the early morning hours of the next day, everyone packed up their camping belongings as they prepared to set out on their journey once again. Roland also discovered a new detail: Even if they slept in the wilderness, the witches¡¯ appearance wasn¡¯t affected in the slightest, something which obviously wasn¡¯t the case for himself. Even without taking a look in the mirror, he still guessed that his hair appeared to be a mess, and due to his insomnia, his face lacked color, and his skin was covered in a layer of semi-dry sweat, which felt sticky whenever he touched it. All this together most likely gave him a dispirited and downcast look in everyone¡¯s eyes. Only after he had washed his face and rinsed his mouth with some drinking water from his leather bag, was he finally able to bring some relief to the ill feeling he was having. Roland was already beginning to miss the water system with its spacious shower in the castle. An hour later, having followed lightning¡¯s directions, Cloud Gazer arrived at the predetermined location ¨C the side of the snow-capped mountain. As they hovered over the vast sea, the people in the group could all see the scene behind the mountain. It was just like Lightning had said, the landscape at the back of the snow-capped mountain was covered in a red mist, and with the atmospheric pressure of the fog being very low, its color became deeper the closer it was to the ground. In order to see farther, Roland had the hot air balloon continue to rise so that they could see a part of the flat and dry land which was spread out at the end of the horizon. ¡°Is there anything you could discover?¡± Roland asked into the direction of Sylvie. The latter shook her head and said, ¡°No, it¡¯s too far away. It is beyond the scope of the Eye of Truth.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s wait for Soraya to draw a picture of the scene before approaching it further,¡± Roland ordered. While they were waiting for Soraya to draw the picture, Roland used an observation mirror to look at the coastal line. Aside from the cliffs and the rocky beach, there weren¡¯t any wharfs, docks, or other human-made buildings. It seemed that even though there were Devils here, they weren¡¯t going to build ships to attack Graycastle from the sea. Observing this let him feel somewhat relieved. With the hot air balloon slowly approaching the land, Sylvie was finally able to see the actual situation and gave her report. Probably a bit more than ten miles away from the sea, she could see a pile of black stone buildings, with a triangular form reminiscent of a spire. ¡°That¡¯s just like what we saw from the mirage at the barbarian wasteland,¡± Wendy, unable to restrain her emotions any longer, exclaimed aloud, ¡°This really is the Devil¡¯s territory!¡± ¡°But the height is clearly wrong,¡± Soraya said with a frown, ¡°The spires in the mirage were as high as a hundred feet. Furthermore, they weren¡¯t covered by a red mist. They are supposed to be higher than all the surrounding hills.¡± ¡°Maybe, at that time, you saw the Devils¡¯ City, and what we see here, is closer to a Devils¡¯ Town?¡± Anna guessed. Therefore, we can conclude that the Devils possess a kind of intact and unique urban system, and that they also belong to a higher evolved species that is keen to expand its territory and kill? Roland thought to himself, please, there mustn¡¯t be too many of them, ¡°What can you say about the inside of those spires?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ most of those towers are empty, while some of them are filled with some kind of liquid¡­ hold on!¡± Sylvie became shocked, at first unable to believe what she was seeing, before shouting, ¡°Quickly leave, the Devils found us!¡± ¡°They discovered us?¡± Roland once more raised his observation mirror, but everything was still dark red, making it impossible for him to see everything clearly. ¡°They began to move,¡± Sylvie yelled nervously. ¡°Before, they were all buried in the ground, and only the pipe on their back was exposed. Over there¡­ there are Devils that began to fly up!¡± ¡°Wendy, retreat at full speed!¡± Roland commanded. The wind began blowing strongly frm the side, the sudden movement of the hot air balloon made the basket slant to one side while the taut ropes all issued a creaking sound. However, Sylvie¡¯s following warning caused everyone¡¯s heart to turn cold. ¡°Two Devils are rushing in our direction, and they have mounts that can fly!¡± To hell with it! These guys have flying mounts!? Roland stared with wide eyes toward the red mist. This is simply against common sense, if they are able to carry a tall and bulky person on your back, how large are these mounts? Before long however, he already caught sight of two black spots which came into his field of view. Looking at the demonic beasts through his observation mirror, he was only able to see the saddle at their hip, their sharp fangs, and their hairless body, with a basic form which was similar to birds. If he wasn¡¯t mistaken¡­ then they were actually two mixed species of demonic beasts! ¡°Head down to the ground, we are landing as soon as possible,¡± Roland squeezed those few words through his gritted teeth. For now, this was the main idea. He had never thought that the Devils possessed the ability to pursue them through the air, and furthermore, the only one who could fight while flying was Lightning. But when he looked at her pale face, he knew that there was no hope for her to win this battle. Once they caught up, even if the other side merely went for a collision attack against the balloon, they would still be able to take the lives of all of the witches ¨C even if the coating would be robust enough to resist the impact and the bite of the demonic beasts, under the resulting violent shaking, it was most likely that they would all fall out of the basket and drop into the sea like stones. And at this height, there was no difference between hitting solid ground or falling into the sea. By now the Devils had come so close to the hot air balloon that even without the help of the mirror, Roland was already able to see these winged mixed species and the big and sturdy enemy it was carrying on its back. ¡°Be careful,¡± Sylvie shrieked again. ¡°They are getting ready to throw their spears!¡± When he heard the warning, his mind was suddenly flooded with the scenes of the previous battles which had been described by Leaves ¨C last time the enemy had acted in this way; they had taken Scarlet¡¯s life in a flash. He did not see the Devil extend its arm; he didn¡¯t even see the incoming spear. However, the moment Sylvie had issued her warning, Anna had stretched out her hands, and controlled her fire to form an extremely thin shield to block the front of the basket. A loud ¡°bang¡±, ¡°bang¡± sound rang out a moment later. Anna released a suppressed groan, took two steps back, while her black fire shattered like glass into numerous pieces. The spears turned into half burned irons, and dropped into the rolling sea. She¡¯d used a dense black fire curtain to block the attack. The other witches sighed out in relief; only Roland still kept worrying ¨C after all, he knew that when she used her ability like this, it would greatly consume her magic power. This was something, Roland had already noticed when he saw her smelting steel. If she used it only for heating or cutting, her vast amount of magic power would almost never dry up. However, once she expanded her influence to the macro level and tried to form a dense body to influence the whole object all at once, the amount of magic power she needed multiplied exponentially. For example, when she used her black flame as a furnace, by keeping the molten steel from flowing over to the outside wall, it would increase her magic consumption. And if she wanted to lift up the entire black fire furnace, even Anna could hold on for only a few minutes. So, it was obviously, that the barrier just now had consumed quite a lot of her power. If they were to throw their spears twice, Roland was afraid that even heating the air for the balloon would became impossible for her. It seemed as if the Devils had been shocked by the scene they¡¯d witnessed. Because rather than following-up with another attack, they instead chose to sweep past on both sides of the hot air balloon as if they were waiting for the right moment. By now they were so close, it was the first time that Roland could see the enemy¡¯s ferocious appearance ¨C it was exactly the same as in the picture. They wore demonic beast¡¯s skulls as their helmets, and their eyes were covered with scarlet red crystal pieces, they also had a leather pipe running from their chin, which went past their neck and to the carapace on their back. In the meantime, the other witches had already pulled out their revolvers, but since the basket was constantly swaying it was almost impossible for them to hit an enemy that was moving at such high speed. Even after depleting two rounds of bullets, they still hadn¡¯t hit the target. At this moment, the Devil¡¯s arms extended once again, only this time, they had instead chosen to attack from the front and the back. There wasn¡¯t even enough time for Anna to see the enemy at her back, so when she summoned her black flame, all she could do was cover the one side. Roland however, even though he was unable to follow the path of the spear, instinctively knew that the spear had been targeted at her. He almost subconsciously threw himself at Anna¡¯s back to push her out of the way, before he felt an impact on his shoulder, as if someone had ferociously smashed it with a hammer. His whole body lifted into the air, and crashed into the basket¡¯s wall. The burst of unbearable pain almost ripped him apart, followed by a strong sense of dizziness, as if his consciousness was leaving him. Roland tightly clenched his teeth and turned his head to the side, merely to see that at the place his shoulder should have been, only a huge gap now remained ¨C the hole in the basket at his back was sufficient to show the power of this blow. This last round of attacks had completely ripped off the corner of the basket. While the blood which endlessly came pouring out, dyed his clothes red. ¡°No!¡± Nightingale¡¯s heart-wrenching cry was the last thing he could hear before he lost consciousness. Chapter 295 Chapter 295 Wings spreading out The moment that Nightingale saw Roland get hit, she could suddenly feel her stomach tightening. The surrounding noises all became incomparable distant. When she tried to lift his body, she discovered that it had become stiff and cold, only his hands were still slightly trembling. Apart from her subconscious frightened shout at the beginning, she realized that even taking a step forward felt like an incomparable challenge. She was afraid that Roland, lying in her bosom was steadily losing his warmth. She was also afraid that he would never wake up again. Just thinking of these things made it hard for her to breath. Never in her life had she ever felt so helpless. It was Anna who responded first ¨C she crouched down and covered the wound with her black flame. White smoke immediately began to rise from the lightless flame while emitting a ¡°zizi¡± sounds. When the black flame dissipated, the place where Roland¡¯s arm had been torn off had already become scorched black. However, the unceasingly flowing blood had stopped at least. That¡¯s right, this was the emergency measure he had taught us during the first aid class, but what was the rest? ¡®Wrap the wound and quickly go to the hospital to find Nana¡¯¡­ Nightingale swallowed a mouthful of saliva, sweeping her gaze over the basket, no, no, Nana isn¡¯t with us, she¡¯s in Border Town. We have to go back. We must go back as soon as possible! She slowly turned her head to the Southeast, looking in the direction of Border Town ¨C At this moment, the Devils¡¯ fierce appearance, with them baring their fangs, and brandishing their claws came into Nightingale¡¯s view once again, pulling her thoughts back to the current situation inside the basket. The panicked shouts of the witches, the cracking sound of the revolvers, and the low growls of the enemy all came back into her perception. After the coldness subsided, all the various and disorderly thoughts in her mind finally came together to become one. ¡°Don¡¯t try to beat the Devils, if they catch up; we are unable to return to Border Town.¡± ¡°Lightning!¡± Anna exclaimed anxiously, ¡°Protect the hot air balloon!¡± Although the little girl¡¯s complexion was pale, after looking towards the still unconscious Roland, she gritted her teeth and nodded before she flew out of the basket. No, Nightingale thought, just by looking at her appearance it is clear that she cannot handle the Devils. Like most witches, Lightning has no experience with fighting a real enemy. I am the only one here who can defeat the Devils. Nightingale took a deep breath, she forced all of her thoughts concerning the wounded Prince behind a makeshift veil at the back of her mind. The two Devils are still flying, forming a pincer attack, one at the front, and one at the back. Their throwing arms were as skinny and shriveled as firewood; perhaps it will still take a comparatively long moment before they can fully be restored. But from the hot air balloon to where they are is approximately fifty meters, a distance I¡¯m utterly unable to cross ¨C if she cast her fog high up in the sky it was incredibly easy for her slip through and fall, the higher up off the ground she was, the rarer the ¡°lines¡± she could travel along became. And if she remained on one line for an extended amount of time, the direction of the lines could begin to turn upside down, which could even result in her being torn into several pieces. Perhaps the Devils were also aware that once the hot air balloon landed their situation could become tricky. Thus, one Devil waved his three-fingered left hand, and shouted something out loud, then pulled at the reins of his mount and came rushing straight at the balloon. At the same time, the other fiercely pounced toward Lightning. Flapping its immense wings, the demonic beast just looked like a falcon seizing a fledgling, taking its time to wear it out. Just like Nightingale had expected, Lightning was already hard-pressed to protect herself by relying on her nimble movement, making it impossible for her to aim and fire at the enemy. Also, the other witches, now afraid of accidentally hitting the little girl had also stopped shooting. Meanwhile the other mount randomly bit and clawed at the balloon¡¯s sac, but fortunately, Soraya¡¯s coating was tough enough to fend off the demonic beast¡¯s claws and tooth. Realizing that its action was in vain, the Demon roared and flew far away, seemingly wanting to use the force of an impact to throw the balloon off balance. Nightingale realized that this would be her best opportunity. She released her fog, and the moment a slightly glowing thread appeared on top of her head, she stepped on it without hesitation. She took advantage of the quickly changing outline of the balloon, and was standing on top of the air sac a moment later. Although her body was parallel with the ground, it seemed as if she was walking on level ground, thus she was quickly able to run her way to the balloon¡¯s peak. At this moment, the Devil was also rushing toward them. In her world of black and white, Nightingale was surprised to discover that the Devil also had a sparse and slowly rotating magic cyclone, and its thin arm was also inlaid with a sparkling stone. Do they also possess magic? But this wasn¡¯t the time to be paying attention to this, for her a dash of ten meters was nothing more than the blink of an eye. So, the moment the Devil was about to hit the hot air balloon, Nightingale had also came out of her fog and appeared behind the Devil. Because of the sudden increase of the weight, the giant winged demonic beast suddenly dropped. The Devil, as if it was aware that something was amiss, turned around, only to be greeted with the roar coming from Nightingale¡¯s 12mm revolver. ¡°Go to hell!¡± The bullet together with a flame and smoke rushed out of its cartridge. And then, entered and pierced through the Devil¡¯s head with a great force, opening a bowl like hole at the back of its head. Sticky blood splashed out the next instant, and a pungent smell assaulted her nose. The enemy twitched before toppling over which deflected the demonic beast¡¯s movement and caused it to pass by the side of the hot air balloon. Just as Nightingale was about to leap back to the top of the airbag, an accident happened. The falling corpse pulled at the reins, and the beast abruptly rolled over and threw her off. Before she even had the chance to react, Nightingale was already out of a safe return distance. Although the hot air balloon has been reducing its height, at the moment it was still hundreds of meters above the sea. Stepping into the fog while falling was no different from committing suicide ¨C if Nightingale couldn¡¯t control her posture and bump into whichever thin line was available, she¡¯d immediately be cut into two. ¡°Nightingale!¡± She heard her sisters cry in horror, but everything seemed useless. Lightning was currently fighting against the other Devil, while Maggie, even if she changed into a sea bird would still be unable to carry her. Thus she knew what would happen next. The speed of her fall accelerated more and more, and when Nightingale looked down, the ocean, which was originally a blur, revealed its true form. The rolling and splashing waves became more and more clear ¨C it didn¡¯t look as if she was falling, rather it was as if the sea was coming towards her. The nearer the inevitable moment came, the clearer were her thoughts. Nightingale closed her eyes, and once again seeing the moment she¡¯d first met Roland. She¡¯d sat on the edge of the bed, and was playing with the dagger in her hand, waiting for the gray-haired 4th Prince to push open the door and enter. The flickering fire, the door, and the bedroom gradually began to fade, ultimately, only leaving his smiling face behind. Her only regret was that she wasn¡¯t able to accompany him to the end. ¡°GooGoo!¡± Suddenly, a series of high tweets sounded. When Nightingale opened her eyes, she saw a white figure rushing straight down, throwing herself at Nightingale¡¯s chest. It was Maggie. Just when she wanted to say something, the pigeon began to emit eye-piercing bright ray of light, her body began to expand immediately and a pair of enormous flesh like wings opened themselves at her back, her feathers all fell off, and her bird¡¯s head became both fierce and terrifying. She looked exactly the same as a flying demonic beast! ¡°Ahool¡ª¡ª¨C!¡± Maggie released a deafening roar, caught Nightingale with her claws and yanked her upwards. The latter half rolled around in the sky before landing on the bird¡¯s broad back. What exactly is going on? Nightingale was completely shocked. ¡°Ahool ahool!¡± Maggie shouted once more, apparently, she wanted to remind her of something. This time even without translation, Nightingale was able to understand the other¡¯s meaning. Although she couldn¡¯t understand why Maggie was able to change into this form, but right now, the most important thing was to defeat the Devil. ¡°Come on,¡± she shouted. Chapter 296 Chapter 296 Demon The situation reversed the instant after Maggie, carrying Nightingale on her back, joined the battle. Being forced to give up the pursuit of the nimble Lightning, the Devil released an angry howl, rolled around and dived down, throwing itself against the fast-incoming Maggie. The arm, which hadn¡¯t been fully restored yet, raised another spear, then expanded so quickly that the skin began to crack and a bloody mist began spraying out. Even though it spent all of its power, the thrown spear which was thrown this time, no longer had its original might. At least now, Nightingale was able to see the trajectory of the spear. ¡°Maggie!¡± She patted the back of the giant creature beneath her, then released her fog and stepped into it. ¡°Ahool ¨C Goo!¡± At the same time, Maggie¡¯s body began to sharply reduce in size, once again turning into a pigeon. As the huge target suddenly disappeared, the spear sped past the two with a whistling sound before falling into the sea. At the next moment, Nightingale reappeared from the fog, and Maggie returned to her demonic beast form. The whole process of dodging had been as natural as the moving clouds and the flowing water. The devil let out a painful anguished wailing, its arm began to shrink, until it was only an inch thick then broke, just like an overstrained branch. But its left hand was still firmly gripping the reins, moving the beast to confront them. Looking at its posture, it seemed as if it wanted to crash into the two of them, as if it had given up all thoughts of ever returning. However, Maggie obviously never intended to fulfill its wish, moments before the collision, she suddenly let her body dropped, letting the enemy pass by instead. When she regained her balance once more, Nightingale had already disappeared from her back. The latter was just like a ghost as she appeared behind the Devil. The enemy hurriedly tried to untie the rope it was holding, however, Nightingale would obviously never give it the chance to do so. It was as if she was releasing all of her pent-up anger as she pulled the trigger and the gunfire sounded out continuously. This round of shooting not only broke the carapace at the back of the Devil but also ran through its chest. The enemy issued a series of hoarse sounds,gasping for air and quickly collapsed into the everporating bloody mist. And lastly, the now masterless demonic beast also died under Lightning¡¯s attack and fell into the sea, disappearing soon after. The cloud gazer slowly landed on the shore. ¡°What should we do next?¡± Nightingale asked anxiously as she looked at Anna, it seemed that only she¡¯d only been able to stay cool-headed during the battle. ¡°We¡¯re so far away that even if we flew through the whole night, the hot air balloon will still take until midnight before it can reach Border Town,¡± Anna stated their situation, ¡°Therefore, Lightning and Maggie have to carry His Highness on her back, and set off in advance. ¡°No problem ahool!¡± The giant beast, lying with its head at their side, opened its mouth and spoke. ¡°I¡­ also have no problem with it, we will deliver him.¡± The little girl¡¯s expression seemed somewhat gloomy, probably thinking about her capability as an explorer. The fact that she¡¯d been too afraid to fight the enemy, had caused everyone to fall into so much difficulty. Nightingale touched her head, ¡°No one has ever been good at it from the beginning, this isn¡¯t your fault.¡± Together, the witches tied the still unconsciously Prince onto Maggie¡¯s back, after they finished, Lightning took her place beside him. They then soared into the sky, flying all the way along the Redwater River while heading towards Border Town. ¡°And we?¡± Wendy asked, ¡°My magic will soon run out.¡± ¡°Continue to fly, as far as possible. Perhaps the enemy will dispatch a second troop to look for us. This place is still too close to the snow-capped mountain; we have to leave it behind as far as possible.¡± Anna said, ¡°Wait until we reach a safety zone, we will then look for a place to hide and make camp.¡± Her decision was unanimously endorsed by the remaining witches. When cloud gazer rose again, there were only five people left in the basket this time. ¡°In the end, how have the Devils been able to discover us?¡± Soraya asked, feeling puzzled. ¡°Both the hot air balloon and the basket are painted with sky camouflage. Furthermore, at the height of two thousand meters, it is hard to identify us even by using an observation mirror.¡± ¡°There was a colossal Devil,¡± Sylvie said while knitting her brows. ¡°It crouched on the top of one of those black spires, it had a head that was larger than its body. Its head was covered with countless eyes. Even though I merely gazed at it¡­ it immediately turned all of its eyes towards me. And hundreds of Devils came rushing forth from within the ground, it was as if the whole area had started boiling. ¡°There really exist such a monster?¡± Soraya gasped in shock. ¡°There is still more, those two flying mounts were also very strange,¡± Anna voiced her thoughts, ¡°After getting hit by the bullets, the blood flowing out of them wasn¡¯t black as you would expect, but rather a deep blue ¨C this is entirely different compared to the mixed species we¡¯d encountered during the Months of Demons.¡± ¡°But on the contrary, it is similar to the Devils,¡± Soraya replied, ¡°I saw that the first Devil Nightingale shot, also had blue blood coming out of its wounds.¡± ¡°In the end, aren¡¯t they demonic beasts?¡± Sylvie asked. ¡°That I do not know¡­ but it is great that Maggie can change her appearance into theirs,¡± Wendy exclaimed. ¡°If it hadn¡¯t been for her saving Nightingale, we would all have been in danger.¡± ¡°Her ability has evolved,¡± Nightingale, having stayed silent until now, suddenly opened her mouth. ¡°I saw that the magic source inside her body no longer had the form of turning cyclone, it has turned into a fixed shape instead ¨C a pair of outstretched white wings.¡± * While holding His Highness¡¯ arm, Lightning¡¯s heart was filled with endless guilt. The Devil merely has a malevolent appearance, when in the sky, with its large body, it wasn¡¯t able to respond quickly. If I¡¯d just left the basket to block the enemy at the beginning, His Royal Highness wouldn¡¯t have been so seriously injured. To bravely step forward and protect one¡¯s companion is the unshirkable responsibility of an explorer. Whenever Thunder went on an exploration in the Fjords, he would always take the lead whenever they encountered any danger. Taking everyone along so as to break through all incoming crises, whether it be against pirates or a monster from the deep sea, he never took a step back. For the first time, Lighting realized that she had still a huge distance to go before she could call herself a great explorer. But her father had also mentioned that while fear can be fought off by acknowledging and becoming familiar with it, skills could be mastered through repeated training. She made a firm resolution that she would wait until His Highness¡¯ injury was fully healed. And would then beg him to give her a specialized pistol and request older sister Nightingale to teach her how to shoot and fight. ¡°How is His Highness, ahool?¡± Maggie muttered. Compared with the pigeon¡¯s voice, her voice was now rough and muddy, like the wind blowing out of a stone cave. ¡°I felt that his body has become colder, ahool.¡± The little girl clenched her fists and turned around to fly back to Maggie. Only to see that Roland had closed his eyes, his lips were pale, and together with his messy gray hair, he even seemed to be somewhat lifeless. The blood on his clothes had already solidified, while the black burn wound looked like a spectacle which was too horrible to endure. She gently placed her hand on his neck, feeling for a weak beat to prove that His Highness was still alive; only to feel the skin under her fingertips was frightening ice-cold. ¡°How much magic do you have left?¡± Lightning estimated the rest of their journey, ¡°We will have to go at full speed.¡± ¡°Ahool!¡± When the two witches arrived at Border Town, the little girl¡¯s vision already became faint and blurred. Flying at high speed not only quickly deplete her magic, but it also put a great burden on her body. She gritted her teeth, using the last bit of her strength to directly fly into the castle front courtyard, while shouting to the guards, who had come over to investigate the noise, ¡°Quickly call Miss Nana, the Prince has been wounded!¡± Chapter 297 Chapter 297 A burning hot heart Roland opened his eyes. He was lying on a soft bed, with the familiar ceiling above his head, matching every crack in his memories. This is my own¡­ bedroom He turned his head and at his shoulders on both sides ¨C whether it was the left or right one, they both looked to be in a good condition. And as he tried to move his hands, he also didn¡¯t come across any problem. It¡¯s as if everything was just a long dream. He knew however, that it hadn¡¯t been a dream; the investigation of the Devils, and the attacks they had faced was indeed something which had happened! However, the fact that he was lying safely in the bedroom, meant that they had managed to escape the Devil¡¯s pursuit, and had successfully returned to the castle. However, did all of the witches make it back safely? Thinking of this, Roland couldn¡¯t stop his heart from becoming heavy. He tried to prop himself up, but from the direction of his injured arm a burst of powerlessness spread throughout his body. Just when he wanted to open his mouth to call someone, he saw a row of witches leaning against the wall next to his bed. They were Anna, Nightingale, Lightning, Maggie and Nana. They leaned against each other¡¯s shoulders, and were breathing steadily, with their eyes slightly closed, looking as if they were fast asleep. Roland quietly opened the corner of the window curtains, he was greeted by the first rays of the morning sun which came pouring in from the direction of the Redwater River like dazzling golden threads across the earth. ¡°You¡­ woke up?¡± Turning around, he didn¡¯t know when, but Anna, rubbing her tired eyes, had already woken up and step by step had come to stand by his side. ¡°Yes, I¡¯m up. The other witches¡­¡± ¡°They all safely made it back to Border Town. In fact, you were the only one who was injured.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland said relieved, ¡°That¡¯s really good -¡° ¡°Fool.¡± He didn¡¯t even have a chance to refute before the other side was already nervously hugging him with so much force that it felt like she wanted to embed herself into his flesh. Due to Anna¡¯s commotion, the other witches also started waking up. ¡°Your Highness!¡± They stood up in surprise and then began to circle around him one after another. Lightning was the second to cling to Roland, followed by Nana and Maggie. Nightingale hesitated, but also wrapped her arms around him. In this way, everyone was embracing each other in a group hug, all were reluctant to let go¡­ for a moment it seemed time had come to a stop. ¡­ After breakfast, Roland went back to his office and listened to details of what had happened after his collapse, trying to understand what had occurred in the end. The witches, working hand in hand, had been able to defeat their pursuers then had Lightning and Maggie carry him back in advance. After coming back to the castle, Nana Pine immediately treated his injuries, healed his torn off arm back to its previous state. However, due to his severe blood loss, he¡¯d fallen into a deep sleep for a day afterward. Thus, this was already the fourth day since their departure. Thinking back to his actions, he had to admit that he had been somewhat careless. He had never expected that the Devils would actually be able to discover a hot air balloon painted in sky camouflage more than ten kilometers away. Listening to Sylvie¡¯s explanation, it seemed that the massive multi-eyed Devil hadn¡¯t detected anything abnormal in the beginning and had been observing all direction with its eyes. However, the moment she moved her focus to the body of the multi-eyed Devil, the other side immediately responded, instantly turning all of its eyes towards her. This kind of detection, contrary to what one might expect, was unheard of; it was important to know that at this distance, apart from Sylvie¡¯s Eye of Truth, even when using an observation mirror the view would still be fuzzy. In addition, there was also the red mist covering the spires, making it even more difficult to clearly see the happenings within the Devil¡¯s town. Accordingly, it should also have been difficult for the other side to discover their whereabouts. That said, even though they had met with great danger during this trip, the harvest of information was just as bountiful. The Devils were no longer those mysterious and unknown messengers of hell ¨C instead, they also had cities and towns, an organized structure, and thus can be classified as a higher evolved civilization, just like humans were. Furthermore, the other side¡¯s air force wasn¡¯t powerful at all, at least this was the case for the group of Devils behind the snow-capped mountain. Even though there had been hundreds of Devils which had come out of the ground, in the end, there were only two who had pursued them with flying mounts. This indicated that they could safely assume that flying was still a rare ability among them ¨C whether it was the mounts or the riders that was rare, was still unknown. But to sum it up, this was some good news for Border Town. At least he didn¡¯t have to worry about a group of Devils bypassing the Southern hills and mountains to go straight for the hinterlands of the Western Territory to burn, kill and loot from them. Also, the news that the Devils¡¯ possessed magic was an important discovery. According to Nightingale¡¯s report, even though the amount of magic power within the Devils coming after them was sparse, it was still enough to form a cyclone, and was also very eye-catching while in its foggy state. However, their way of arousing magic seemed to be entirely different from the witches. They didn¡¯t perform it by themselves, but instead used a certain kind of mechanism ¨C for example, by using those shining stones to release their force. Therefore, it wasn¡¯t like the witches¡¯ ability which could undergo constant changes, but more like a standard weapon which could be mass-produced. Of course, this was merely his own speculation. Unfortunately, both of those Devil¡¯s bodies had fallen into the sea, making it impossible for Roland to verify it further. The last point was their buildings. Those small and slender black stone spires were not the Devil¡¯s dwelling places. Furthermore, their construction material was also very strange, since it didn¡¯t show any traces of corrosion from the red mist. While the inside of some of the stone towers was empty, others were filled with a red liquid, which let them unexpectedly appear to be storage tanks. Could it be that the red mist in the sky is actually the gaseous state of that liquid? And could the reason why the Devil¡¯s aren¡¯t further spread over the wilderness or even further expanded toward the Four Kingdoms be because of the limited amount of this gas? In any case, after comprehending all of the gathered information, I can conclude that for now, they won¡¯t be a threat to the security of Border Town. But Roland also knew that since they had already driven humanity out of the wilderness more than four hundred years ago, there might come a day where they would attack again. Which he would need to make preparation for. ¡­ Due to his severe blood loss, when night fell, Roland decided to leave the unfinished government task for another day and left for bed quite early. As he was sitting on the bedside looking through a history book and preparing to blow the candle out to sleep, a knock came from the other side of the door and resounded through the room. After a short hesitation, he still climbed out of bed to open the door, to see Anna standing before him. This time she wasn¡¯t holding a thick book in her hands like she had been in the past ¨C neither ¡°Intermediate Physics¡± or the ¡°Theoretical Foundation of Natural Science¡±, instead she¡¯d come empty handed and wore only a white robe. She stepped into the room. She wasn¡¯t even wearing shoes, so whenever her delicate foot kissed the floor, there wasn¡¯t any trace of sound to be heard. Stepping aside, Roland swallowed a mouthful of saliva. After stepping through the door, Anna turned around, closed it, and shut the bolt. Then she took Roland¡¯s hand and went to the bed. He could see that she had recently washed her hair, and within the candlelight her let down hair also had a golden luster to it. Being so close, an intoxicating fragrance filled his nose ¨C this enchanting fragrance wasn¡¯t originating from perfumed rose soap but came from herself. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes were as clear as limpid autumn waters. Although she appeared to be somewhat nervous, there wasn¡¯t any trace of hesitation in her. Instead, her eyes, looking straight at Roland, were filled with resolution. Even someone as he who¡¯d never weathered such a great battle, at this moment, he clearly understood her meaning. ¡°Cough, this¡­¡± ¡°I do not want to wait any longer,¡± Anna whispered, ¡°Especially after what we¡¯d experienced.¡± She paused, ¡°I don¡¯t want to regret anything.¡± Chapter 298 Chapter 298 Dream ¡°I see,¡± Roland put his hands around her, carried her by the waist and set her gently on top of the bed. This simple action was already enough to make him breathless. He opened the thin blanket, and went to lay on the bed next to Anna with her head nestled on his arm. The next step should be¡­ foreplay? Roland discovered that he was much too nervous, it can¡¯t go on like this, as someone known as an ¡°experienced¡± person, I cannot make a fool out of myself in front of a little girl. Maybe I¡¯ll be able to ease the mood with a light chat and then do the action, for example¡­ maybe some lines from a porno? As he was still racking his brain, Anna¡¯s soft voice sounded in his ear: ¡°That time in the hot air balloon when you pushed me out of the way, did you ever think about the possibility that you might die?¡± Roland felt shocked; he¡¯d never expected that she would ask him this question, ¡°I just did it without thinking.¡± ¡°You are someone who will become the ruler of Graycastle, you are also the hope of us witches,¡± she whispered, ¡°I am unworthy of you doing so much for me.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t a question of worth,¡± Roland murmured. ¡°I cannot just stand by the side and watch indifferently as you suffer an attack. As a matter of fact, even now, after waking up and thinking about it carefully, I can tell you that in case it hadn¡¯t happened so suddenly and if I had the time to think it over, I would still have acted in the same way.¡± ¡°There is nothing I can do to prevent you from doing it again, right?¡± ¡°Yes, there is nothing,¡± Roland said as he pinched her nose with his other hand. Anna¡¯s eyelashes fell, and after a moment of silence, she opened her mouth once more, ¡°Can you tell me something about your past¡­ I would like to know more about you.¡± ¡°Oh, the past,¡± Roland said, he took a deep breath then searched through the 4th Prince¡¯s memories, while preparing to tell one or two entertaining anecdotes of his life in the palace. But before the words could leave his mouth, he swallowed them back down. His past wasn¡¯t the life he had here, but the life he¡¯d lived in another, very different world; so instead he said, ¡°I used to live in a big city, in a tremendously big city.¡± ¡°Yes, Graycastle¡¯s King¡¯s City is several times larger than Border Town.¡± ¡°When I was born, I wasn¡¯t any different from any other ordinary person, I was somewhat clever in trivial matters, but not so intelligent that I could do everything at ease. In regards to studying, I could be considered as hardworking, thus I would often receive praise from the teacher. But he didn¡¯t know, that I was the one who had drawn the hard to erase graffiti on the classroom walls.¡± ¡°He certainly wouldn¡¯t dare to blame you.¡± Anna murmured. ¡°Haha, that¡¯s unlikely. It wouldn¡¯t have been necessary for him to do anything to me, he merely needed to inform my parents,¡± Roland smiled, then shook his head. ¡°At that time, they taught me to never start off leniently. ¡°Then, as I grew older, my teachers kept changing, from primary school teachers, to academic advisors, until I finally completed my studies having had neither good nor bad grades. Of course, compared to other people¡¯s children, in the end, I still fell short by a bit¡­¡± He half-closed his eyes, being able to speak about his experiences after altering them a bit and no longer concealing them, gave him a feeling of freedom he hadn¡¯t felt in a very long time since he¡¯d crossed over. Since his arrival, he had been playing the role of the Prince, but right now, he felt as if he was returning to his past. As if he was only lying in a hotel room designed to fit a classic style, together with the girl he liked, making one another feel safe and warm. Thanks to this, his nervous mood also gradually relaxed. Is perhaps now the time for the next step? Roland turned his head slightly, only to discover that Anna had already closed her eyes, and her chest, snugly placed at his side, was calmly moving up and down, looking like a kitten which had stepped into the land of dreams. He just stared blankly at her for a moment, but soon after he couldn¡¯t stop himself from laughing out loud. So it was like this¡­ she was also tired. Think of it, to conceal their whereabouts; the witches had looked for a small hidden place within the mountain ridge two nights ago. But they still needed to guard against any possible beast or Devil attacks during the night, which had meant that they¡¯d almost gotten no sleep during the night. And then, the next morning, even as the sun had only just lightened up the sky, they¡¯d already continued their race on Cloud Gazer while heading back towards Border Town. At the castle, Anna had also spent the last night in his bedroom, constantly keeping watch over him. Thus, during the last two days and nights she hadn¡¯t even had one moment of rest, making it very easy for her tiredness to overwhelm her the moment she let herself relax. It would be a wonder if she weren¡¯t exhausted right now. The other side¡¯s reason for coming this day, might be because she was too anxious to wait any longer. Although it was a pity, Roland did not care about this opportunity passing, after all, there were still many days ahead of them. He moved closer, kissed Anna¡¯s eyelashes, then whispered, ¡°Good night.¡± * When the morning light fell through the window curtains into the room, Sylvie climbed out of bed unable to suppress her yawn. The experiences of the last days seemed just like a dream, from the discovery of the Devils to the fight in the air, and lastly their escape back to Border Town, gave her the thought, that even if they had been encircled and chased by the Church¡¯s Army of Judges, she wouldn¡¯t feel as tense and exhausted like now. ¡°Good morning,¡± Wendy, having changed her clothes long ago was now carrying a basin of water prepared for washing their face and rinsing their mouth. ¡°Good morning,¡± she nodded, ¡°You got up quite early.¡± ¡°I¡¯m old,¡± Wendy smiled, ¡°So the time I need to sleep has also become less and less.¡± ¡°Oh, it is already dawn?¡± Nightingale said sleepily as she rubbed her eyes, ¡°It seems I have to take a nap at noon.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you sleep well last night?¡± ¡°Yes, I had many dreams.¡± Sylvie curled her lips disapprovingly; she had clearly seen that the other side had stealthily went off to the third floor of the castle, moving back and forth in front of the Lord¡¯s door for a long time. However, because of Nightingale¡¯s unique ability, she couldn¡¯t see what Nightingale was doing. Anyway, it had already been late by the time she¡¯d come back. ¡°Last night, you didn¡¯t¡­¡± The moment she began to speak, Nightingale suddenly turned around, staring straight at Sylvie. Her slightly narrowed eyes made her meaning self-evident ¨C thus, the latter had immediately closed her mouth. Everyone with eyes had been able to see the strength of the number one combat witch in the Witch Alliance. The image of her swiftly moving through the sky and killing the Devils like a wraith was still vivid in her mind. If she ever came to Sleeping Island, Sylvie feared that even Lady Ash wouldn¡¯t be her opponent. So, when she received the silent warning, Sylvie felt that it would be better if she didn¡¯t act too curious. ¡°What happened last night?¡± Wendy asked in wonder. ¡°Keke,¡± she said, ¡°I heard her snore last night, it must be because of the large amount of energy she¡¯d used up in the past few days.¡± ¡°That must be it,¡± Nightingale agreed while shrugging her shoulders. She took off her nightgown, revealing her well-proportioned and harmonious body, and began to put on the undergarment which had been gifted by His Highness. That said, by now, even Wendy had fully accepted this clothing, even going so far as recommending it to her. Sylvie had no choice but to say, His Highness Roland was indeed a very fearful man. But when she thought of him, Sylvie¡¯s heart was also filled with warmth. There actually exists a noble who willingly sustain injuries for a witch. When she had seen Roland bravely dashing forward, with no thought to his personal safety, and push Anna¡¯s body out of harm¡¯s way, at the bottom of her heart, she felt touched. All the witches of the Witch Alliance weren¡¯t some tools he intended to control. But they are important people to him, even¡­ companions. His reaction at that moment couldn¡¯t have been a lie; he is indeed standing on the side of us witches, just like Tilly Wimbledon. If Roland and Tilly can stand together hand in hand, and unite the strengths of both cities, they might truly be able to create a new country. A place where witches and ordinary people make no distinction between what¡¯s their¡¯s and what belongs to the other. She decided to write a letter to Lady Tilly. ¡°Your older brother, His Highness Roland, is truly a good person.¡± Chapter 299 Chapter 299 Information and Messenger Graycastle, within a garden of a mansion inside King¡¯s City¡¯s inner city. Today was the scheduled day for the exchange of information. While sitting on a soft chair in the living room, Theo was waiting for the arrival of the members of the acrobatic group ¡°Pigeons and Hat¡±. Since the beginning of autumn, the closing of the inner gates had shifted to an earlier time in the evening, so the time for their secret meeting also needed to be changed to the afternoon. Like always, the first to arrive at the mansion was Hill Fawkes. On his upper body, he wore a blue collarless jacket made of velvet and around his neck he was wearing a white tie, while on his lower body he was also wearing shallow gray leggings and moccasins. He was dressed remarkably similar to an aristocrat. After giving his salute, he took the book ¡°The Kingdom¡¯s History of social custom¡± which was clipped between his armpit and returned it to Theo. The latter took the book, glanced at Hill and asked with interest, ¡°Done with reading?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Hill nodded, then hesitated a moment before asking, ¡°Won¡¯t you teach me some wrestling; fencing¡­ or maybe, assassination techniques?¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°At the time of the demonic disease¡¯s outbreak, you said you were going to train me to be a qualified spy,¡± he scratched his head, ¡°But so far, you¡¯ve only been giving me these strange books to read.¡± ¡°Are you speaking about the ¡®Kingdom¡¯s History of social customs¡¯?¡± Theo asked as he took a cup of wine, and threw two ice cubes into it, then went on to say, ¡°This isn¡¯t something you should call a strange book, within it is written the origin of the nobles, their traditions and heraldry, as well as the specialties of all the regions within the kingdom. As a spy, you must first be experienced and knowledgeable, to roughly be able to distinguish between the information with value and those without. As for fencing and assassination?¡± He smiled, ¡°I never intended to let you infiltrate into some organization or penetrate deeply into the enemy territory to scout for information. That kind of task is dangerous yet requires a lot of time and effort. Before we put in so much effort, it might be better if we directly step forward and bribe the informed people with gold royals.¡± ¡°But you cannot buy everyone,¡± Fawkes insisted. ¡°And those organizations from which not even a drop of water can leak out, are equally awful targets to try and insert an eye in. Without putting in ten to twenty years of effort into it, it is unlikely that one can submerge into them.¡± Theo shook his cup, and drank a mouthful of ice wine before he further said, ¡°There are only two things required from a qualified spy: distinguish between information and keep yourself hidden. The reason I gave you these books was to lay the foundation for you to be able to identify information, as for the second point¡­ as a former member of the acrobatic troupe, you should already be more experienced with it than I. For instance, the clothes you are wearing today, are excellent.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Just as Hill Fawkes was lowering his head to think about the meaning of these words, Clown and the others finally arrived at this remotely placed residence. ¡°Sir, everyone is present.¡± ¡°This being the case, we¡¯ll start at once,¡± Theo said, put his cup down and opened a notebook, ¡°Who will be the first?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go first, Sir,¡± Rocky Mountain, the tallest and strongest person among them said, ¡°There¡¯s a new batch of people who¡¯ve moved into the camp East of King¡¯s City.¡± This unexpected message made the personal guard¡¯s brow jump slightly, he hadn¡¯t expected that the first news he received would already be something bad. Since Timothy had lost more than half of his Royal Knights, the garrison built on the outskirts of King¡¯s City had now become the base for the militia. All the rats, refugees, and criminal Timothy had drafted were placed in the strategically placed camp east of King¡¯s City before they would head into battle. It¡¯s just a bit longer than a month that a team of more than a thousand militia had last left for the Western Territory, but they already found new people to replenish? ¡°How many have come?¡± ¡°There are only two or three hundred people at the moment, and it seems that most of them came from the Northern Territory¡­ apart from them, there are also some Blood Sail rats, but the ratio of those are one to two. There aren¡¯t many rats left who are willing to leave.¡± ¡°Keep a close watch on their movements, and whenever more than two hundred new people come to the camp, you have to report to me at once,¡± Theo ordered. ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± These people only have one use, which is, to be used as a consumable after being fed those pills. Now after the Queen of Clearwater has gone northward, there is no longer any opposition at the Southern Border. Thus, Timothy will undoubtedly continue his attack on His Royal Highness¡¯s territories. I have to send this information back to Border Town as soon as possible. ¡°The next one to go is this humble Clown, this one bares some confidential information, or to be more precise, information shared due to the wondrous influence of alcohol,¡± Clown said in an exaggerated manner. ¡°I¡¯m unable to verify whether it is genuine or false, but according to a group of merchants, with a lot of face and a nose for money, this story can be regarded as the truth. They¡¯ve said that Garcia Wimbledon¡¯s Black Sail Fleet has appeared in the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, where they launched an attack against the Church, and with this also bringing the siege on the Wolfsheart Kingdom¡¯s city walls to a stop. The merchants were all preparing to take advantage of the time before the beginning of winter, and wanted to try and sell some needed goods.¡± The Queen of Clearwater actually went to the Kingdom of Eternal Winter? This information came somewhat unexpected for Theo. However, it wasn¡¯t important whether this information was true or false, since she has chosen to leave Graycastle and sail northward, it was equivalent to having given up her right to fight for the throne, ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± ¡°Alright, I know that the source of the matter is a bit far from Graycastle,¡± he stuck out his tongue. ¡°Next time I will make some inquiries about more immediately useful information.¡± ¡°Keke,¡± Hill coughed twice, ¡°Sir, I found some new clues regarding the task you have entrusted with. Timothy has opened a new workshop in the inner city, recruited a lot of clay artisans, and is also shipping the recently acquired large amount of saltpeter to that place. However, the workshop is heavily guarded, which made it impossible for my people to learn anything more about what the saltpeter is being used for.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Theo¡¯s spirit was lifted, ¡°They brought the saltpeter towards the workshop?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Hill confirmed, ¡°I have personally tracked one of those carts to the workshop.¡± This was a very valuable information. Since Theo had been at His Highness Roland¡¯s side for such a long time, he naturally knew that the all-conquering gunpowder was a type of alchemic good, the main ingredient of which was saltpeter. Thus, when he noticed that the King began to acquire the saltpeter from the surrounding tanning fields in large amounts, he¡¯d arranged Hill Fawkes to go and inquire about its whereabouts and use. Now, after the other side had transferred it to a workshop of the Alchemy Association, their intentions have become very apparent ¨C taking the next step from alchemic experiments to workshop manufacturing, indicated that they have now grasped the prescription of gunpowder. The priority of this intelligence was even higher than the need to gather new people in the Eastern camp. ¡°Well done.¡± Theo praised. ¡­ After the end of the secret meeting, everyone left the mansion in batches. The moment before Hill left, he suddenly turned around and asked, ¡°Sir, by doing all of this, will we really be able to topple Timothy from his throne?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± the personal guard answered, ¡°Haven¡¯t you seen the letter sent by His Highness? Timothy¡¯s throne is already shaking.¡± Later in the evening, when he returned to the tavern ¡°Covert Trumpeter¡±, Theo was greeted by an unexpected acquaintance: Sean. Just like himself, he was also one of the 4th Prince¡¯s personal guards. After arriving at his room on the second floor, they exchanged some greeting for a moment, before Theo closed the curtains and whispered, ¡°How did you know where I was staying?¡± ¡°His Highness gave me a letter, and told me to look for Miss Margaret, who already knows about your whereabouts.¡± Sean took out a sparkling, pure red gem and waved it around. ¡°Does he have a new task?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a task, it¡¯s a gift,¡± Sean said, and smiled as he walked to the window. He opened it to a slit and blew a whistle. Soon Theo saw three beige colored birds come flying into the room and drop on the table then immediately call out, ¡°Googoo¡±. After feeding each of the birds with some wheat, they finally settled down. It was Theo¡¯s first time to see such intelligent birds, ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°These are a witch¡¯s trained messengers.¡± Sean explained, while he stroked one of those beige colored bird¡¯s neck, ¡°The difference between them and a carrier pigeon is, that they can independently travel back and forth between two places, without needing a person to take them away. So, they can fly home on their own afterward. You only have to say a specific keyword to the birds; and they will deliver the message right into His Royal Highness¡¯ hands. If everything goes well, you¡¯d only have to wait a day before you¡¯d receive a reply.¡± Chapter 300 Chapter 300 Witch House ¡°Ahool, Ahool!¡± At the newly rebuilt castle backyard, Maggie, fiddling with her wings and tail, was moving around under everyone¡¯s appreciative gaze. Although Roland had already heard about it from the witches¡¯ own mouths, when seeing Maggie¡¯s ¡°demonic beast form¡± for the first time, he still felt genuinely shocked. This enormous brown-skinned bird was ten meters long from the top of its head to the top of its tail, it had a wingspan of around fifteen meters. Its wings were similar to the fleshy wings of a bat, and when facing the sun, he could clearly see its thin blood vessels and its skeleton. Likely because its body was too long, the bird had four limbs altogether, which was as thick as an adult arm with claws at their end, which it used to support its body. However, the most eye-catching thing was the head ¨C it had three eyes, forming a triangular shape, on both sides of its head. Furthermore, the rest of the head was an entirely bloody mouth which was able to open itself as wide as a sacrificial bowl, very unlike a normal bird¡¯s beak. Whenever Maggie opened her mouth to speak, she¡¯d expose a row of sharp teeth and a long tongue, a sight which cause the other witches to shout out in fear. ¡°Is this the Devil¡¯s flying mount?¡± Leaves exclaimed. ¡°Fortunately, we didn¡¯t run into such a monster during our time in the wilderness, or we would have never been able to run away.¡± ¡°If not for her evolving and getting this new ability, I¡¯m afraid I wouldn¡¯t have been able to come back,¡± Nightingale said while petting Maggie¡¯s smooth neck. ¡°I will prepare a pocketful of small pieces of grilled fish for you every day.¡± ¡°Ahool-!¡± ¡°I know, I¡¯ll pour some honey over them.¡± Hearing this promise, the bird¡¯s tail began swinging more cheerfully. Those fish are obviously all mine, Roland secretly sighed, without permission, she just takes the kitchen food to reward others, don¡¯t make it sound as if you are doing something great ah! ¡°Alright, then let us check your new skill according to the old rules.¡± ¡°Ahool!¡± ¡­ After a morning of endless repeating, Roland obtained all the details about Maggie¡¯s new beast form. Following the previous convention of magnification, her brown skinned giant bird form was larger than the original Devil¡¯s mounts, in addition, her lifting capability was also a increased, allowing her to carry two witches. However, the flight speed she could maintain when fully loaded was only about eighty kilometers per hour, which compared with Lightning was much slower. Anyway, Maggie¡¯s strong point was that she had sufficient enough persistence to carry heavy weights without having to reduce the height she was flying at, unlike Lightning. At the same time, this new transformation also consumed more magic, but after completely changing into a giant bird, no matter if she was flying at a high or a low altitude, or carrying one or two people, her magic consumption remained extremely little. The only issue to consider was her own physical power. Nowadays, the amount of magic power Maggie could contain within her body had also increased by a significant margin, allowing her to jump from a place at the bottom of the Witch Alliance to among the middle level. Meaning that she could now change her form seven to eight times a day. Apart from this, through Maggie, Roland could confirm one of his previous speculations. The witches¡¯ chance to evolve was due to their understanding of their own ability, regardless of whether they grasped this kind of knowledge through learning or in a sudden flash of realization, it could always provoke a change of their ability. This also implied, that there existed a possibility for natural evolution ¨C as long as they lived long enough, there would always be one or two lucky ones who could rise above others. When one compared their first ability with their ability after their evolution, it was like comparing heaven and earth, so much that even something rotten could become something mystical. Was that the reason why the Church was trying to suppress the wild witches? After consuming lunch, the Lord¡¯s castle area welcomed a major event. After nearly four months of construction and decoration, it was finally the day that they would put the witch house to use. Looking at the merely three-layer building, with less than fifty suits, Roland sighed endlessly. When placed into the future, this kind of house could only be regarded as being at the level of a self-constructed countryside home; but here, it represented the highest degree of architecture in the mainland ¨C not because of its scale, but rather the technology behind it. It was the first house made out of a mix of bamboo reinforced concrete, and bricks. Roland could still remember how Karl, pouring the first column of reinforced concrete, had said to him with all sorts of feeling welled up in his heart, ¡°That cement could originally also be used like this, that it can be shaped into any desired form when mixed with cobble, and also be used anywhere in the house¡­ Your Royal Highness, I think it won¡¯t be long until the stonemason occupation disappears from the masonry work. Apart from the beams of the roof, all the other floors of the witch house were made out of precast concrete slabs. When he looked at those pieces of concrete slabs with holes in the middle, Roland felt like he¡¯d returned to the time of his childhood ¨C only back in the eighties could this kind of ancient building material still be seen. However, by the time he was ten, cast-in-place concrete floors had already replaced it, and in time the technique had been completely abandoned. And now in Border Town, the ¡°backward¡± technique of precast concrete slabs was once again reborn. The Witch House was located on the left side of the castle, forming together the letter ¡°L¡±. After the expansion of the garden, its area was three to four times larger than before, so even with those two buildings there was still enough open space left for Leaves to improve her various kinds of fruits and crops. * Evelyn, with a somewhat anxious and frightened feeling, checked into the brand-new house. It was already more than one month since she¡¯d came to Border Town, but until now it seems that besides serving His Highness wine she had done nothing else. Furthermore, with merely five points in the last exam, she was also at the bottom of all of the witches¡­ Although Scroll had never announced the results to the public, this kind of thing was easy enough to guess as long as she did some private inquiry. Even Honey, who only spoke to birds the whole day long had gotten seven points! She suddenly felt that there was no difference between herself and an idiot. Even so, she couldn¡¯t detect any difference in the way His Highness treated her and the others. He would still find her to talk about the characteristics of the wine from time to time, often under the pretense of bringing a newly-made painfully burning white spirit. Furthermore, she had also got one gold royal as last month¡¯s salary, something which aggravated her feeling of insecurity even more ¨C compared to the other four, she felt like nothing more than a freeloader. ¡°There is actually a kitchen dedicated to cooking next to the living room, in addition, there is a strange little room which they¡¯d painted white. Quickly come and look,¡± Candle, opened the bedroom door and started talking excitedly. ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Evelyn responded weakly without strength. ¡°What happened? Are you feeling unwell?¡± Candle asked in concern, while squatting down in front of her and feeling her forehead, ¡°You¡¯re not too hot.¡± Then she suddenly laughed and said, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me, are you missing sleeping in one bed together with our sisters from the Witch Alliance?¡± For a moment Evelyn was silent, then whispered, ¡°We have been here for over a month, right?¡± ¡°More or less.¡± ¡°Lotus is responsible for the construction of the new wall, which she will soon be finishing. Honey is in charge of training new messengers, and Sylvie, even accompanied His Highness to investigate those terrible monsters,¡± She said frustrated. ¡°Only I still have nothing to do. I didn¡¯t even get an arranged training plan, my exam¡¯s results were also the worst¡­ I really do not know why His Highness wanted me to come.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± After pondering about it a bit, Candle answered, ¡°Why don¡¯t you go and ask him in person?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°His Highness, Roland is Lady Tilly¡¯s brother, you have seen how he treats us witches with sincerity. Even Sylvie, who always kept saying, ¡®Keep away from Roland, be vigilant of the Prince,¡¯ has changed her words, and even went as far as saying some words of praise yesterday.¡± Candle shrugged, ¡°As long as you asked him with someone else present, it is impossible that he will chew you out, isn¡¯t that right?¡± It seems her words contain some truth. Evelyn thought, in order to no longer torture herself, she decided to act in accordance with Candle¡¯s suggestion. Chapter 301 Chapter 301 Bomb and Wine The day after the witches from Sleeping Island moved into their new home, Roland called City Hall Premier Minister Barov to his office. ¡°I want you to issue another recruitment notice,¡± Roland said, while he pushed the first draft of details in front of Barov, ¡°A week long temporary job for about ten people, preferably women.¡± Barov picked up the paper, read it again before asking. ¡°Your Highness, excuse me¡­ what is starch?¡± ¡°Do you know about wheat flour?¡± The Premier minister hesitated, ¡°Are you referring to coarse powder or fine powder? Wheat grains, after grinding, can be baked into bread or wheat cake. And if instead of using it you go a step further and filter out the bran, you get a fine powder. The output of the latter is only 6 / 10 of the former, and bread baked with it is softer, but its price is also very high, so only powerful aristocratic families are able to afford it.¡± The thing Roland liked the most about Barov, was that he had a comprehensive understanding concerning goods from all categories. Food shortage as a result of the lagging agriculture could mean something completely different depending on the consumer¡¯s social class. For example, with the frequently seen wheat, civilians would often put the wheat grains directly into their pot and cook congee, this way making the most out of their limited food. However, sometimes wheat shells and sand would also land in the boiling pot which results in crackling sounds and cause tooth pains whenever they ate. Small aristocrats paid particular attention to this and would order people to sieve the sand and stones out of the wheat grain. Then they would grind it into a coarse powder, and bake it into bread or pancake before eating. And at the top of the hierarchy, the wealthy families and powerful aristocrats, who didn¡¯t look at food as a mere way to fill their stomachs, but rather, as something to be enjoyed. The wheat would be further sieved in the kitchen, removing the bran, to get fine white powder. The resulting baked bread was of yellowish cream color and when eaten not only tasted exquisite but also had a much sweeter flavor. ¡°The basis of starch is a fine powder which then goes through another purifying process,¡± Roland explained. ¡°After you hire the people, I¡¯ll send someone who will instruct them on what exactly we need them to do.¡± ¡°Then, continue to process?¡± Barov couldn¡¯t stop himself shouting out loud in shock, ¡°How much wheat will they be needing for this?¡± ¡°I do not need too much, only three or four hundred kilograms ¡­¡± Roland paused, before opening his mouth again, ¡°Fill up a basket that is about the size of my table.¡± Barov nodded and asked further, ¡°Why do they need to be woman?¡± ¡°Because they will do things more carefully. Moreover, I want to see more woman following the path of a worker, instead of being idle at home,¡± Roland, suddenly had an idea, so he asked, ¡°At present, it seems that the education of Border Town¡¯s women¡¯s classes are progressing more quickly, right? ¡°Although the head of the Ministry of Education is Lady Scroll, the situation is indeed like this. They can¡¯t do much more than taking care of the children and do housework, so they spend most of their time increasing their reading and writing skills.¡± ¡°That being the case, I request that after the next round of examination, you will take the lead for the City Hall and recruit a batch of female apprentice, in that way gradually expanding the proportion of women posts,¡± Roland commanded. ¡°Your Highness, this¡­ there is no precedent for it,¡± Barov complained. ¡°If they only have to be careful, my apprentice aren¡¯t worse than any woman.¡± ¡°If there is no precedent we have to create one,¡± Roland bluntly said. ¡°This is also the easiest and quickest way to increase the labor force without expanding the total population. If all woman can take on a small task in building Border Town, my available staff will double. The only thing I¡¯m asking you to do is to lead people to change their view. As long as the pay is attractive, I think they should come over on their own one by one.¡± After Barov retired, Roland heard Nightingale¡¯s laughter next to his ear, followed by her asking a question, ¡°What kind of delicious thing are you planning to make this time?¡± ¡°Starch? It¡¯s not something you can eat,¡± Roland said, after taking a mouthful of tea, ¡°Even though you can indeed get some pretty good food from the leftover materials after processing.¡± First soak fine wheat flour in water, then rub and scrub it until the water had entirely blanched, then move on to another water basin and continue. In the end, it will become a sticky mass known as gluten. The gluten can be used for deep-fry or stir-fry and has a texture which is both pliable and tough. When smeared with honey or sprinkled with flavoring after leaving the pot, all in all, it made for a very delicious meal. But Roland¡¯s focus was not on food. By sifting and afterward letting the milky white water stand still, it would form a precipitation which was precisely the starch he was looking for, and was also a main ingredient used in manufacturing explosives. Since the experiments with nitroglycerin hadn¡¯t started yet, there was no possibility that he would have access to TNT, so nitrostarch was his most immediate opportunity for making powerful explosives, it also shared the same manufacturing process as nitrocellulose. The finished product had a low sensitivity, and couldn¡¯t be ignited by an open fire, instead, one needed to use a fuse for it to detonate. Furthermore, it was more powerful than TNT and had thus been widely used as a substitute for it during the two world wars. With highly pure starch, the alchemic apprentices who already knew the manufacturing process for nitrocellulose by heart should also be able to quickly prepare a batch of nitrostarch. After lunch, just as Roland was planning to go back to his room to take a nap, he suddenly heard someone knocking on his door. Nine out of ten times it was Anna who would come to find him at this hour. So when he heard the knocking sound, his heartbeat immediately began to dance. Can it be, after falling asleep last time because of her exhausted, she decided to come over at noon? ¡°Come in.¡± However, the door creaked as it was pushed open, and Roland started when he saw Evelyn standing outside. This¡­ now, isn¡¯t what I¡¯ve been expecting at all. He coughed twice, then showed a reassuring smile as he asked, ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Hearing his question, Evelyn entered the room, and walked over to the edge of the table and bowed down in salute, all in all she seemed a bit nervous, ¡°Your Highness, I would like to ask you a question.¡± Don¡¯t tell me it is going to be the same question again, ¡®Why are you so kind to us witches¡¯? However, in accordance with treating them like comrades, it was important to be as warm as the spring wind, so he smiled and said, ¡°What question do you want to ask?¡± ¡°You¡­ why did you want me to come to Border Town?¡± For a moment Roland was slightly surprised, can it be that she doesn¡¯t like the taste of the wine? ¡°My kind of ability isn¡¯t only inferior to Sylvie¡¯s; it is practically at the same level as Lotus and Honey¡¯s,¡± she whispered. ¡°It¡¯s just wine tasting. However, a monthly salary of one gold royals is already enough for you to hire a specialized Wine Brewer from King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°What are your thoughts about those¡­ wines?¡± ¡°At first I thought they burned too much, only by slowly drinking them was I able to accept them. As for those three wines mixed with ice cubes, fruit juice, and syrup, their taste is richer. But that is merely my personal opinion,¡± Evelyn replied cautiously. ¡°My family¡¯s pub only sold cheaply-priced wines and diluted ales, the aristocracy¡¯s tendencies ¡­I do not know anything about that.¡± As it turns out she isn¡¯t questioning the wine, the Prince breathed out in relief. He got up and opened the bookcase, then took out a jar of ale from the top and put it in front of Evelyn with the question, ¡°Can you turn this jar of ale into the wine I brewed?¡± ¡°I think¡­ that shouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡± She stretched out her hand, and held it above the jar, a moment later the yellow ale began to change. In the wake of the rising bubbles, the ale became more and more clear, until it finally turned as crystal clear as plain boiled water; yet Roland could already smell its strong alcoholic fragrance. Unable to stop himself, he dipped his finger in a little, then put it into his mouth. It tasted bitter and burning at the same time, this was the taste of highly purified alcohol. Roland couldn¡¯t help but begin to laugh, while saying, ¡°That¡¯s the reason I picked you.¡± Looking at the puzzled Evelyn, he patted her hand and explained, ¡°I¡¯m going to set up an alcohol factory¡­ No, a brewery. Would you like to be the chief winemaker?¡± Chapter 302 Chapter 302 The Bugle Horn of the Decisive Battle At the palace in the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, flames were raging within the fireplace. Compared to Graycastle with its four seasons, here the summers were especially short, and the autumn was only like an advance notice for the impending arrival of a severe winter. There wasn¡¯t even enough time to change into shorter garments before the cold wind came back once again. Garcia Wimbledon, sat on the throne with a fox fur coat draped over her shoulders, listening to the complaints and demands of the nobility. She didn¡¯t like the palace. The pillars, walls, and floors were all built out of snow white stones, each piece polished until it was smooth and shining, just like ice in general. Despite the fact that she already had two additional layers of cushion on her seat, she could still feel the bitter chill of the cold iron chair. This damned castle is like an iceberg, absolutely frustrating! I¡¯ll wait for the situation to stabilize, and the first thing I¡¯m going to do after that is to smash all of the walls and floors to bits then re-lay it with dark brown granite slabs afterward. ¡°Your Majesty, I hope you can bring justice for me,¡± a noble said, looking at her with a scowling expression. Prior to this, he had used a lot of words, where in fact, a few would have been sufficient. At the time when the Church was occupying the Kingdom of Endless Winter, some nobles who had done many evils deeds had been put on a public trial which had been presided over by Archbishop Heather. Most of the nobles had been sent to the gallows. However, this guy was among the lucky ones and had only been punished with the confiscation of his assets, which had then been equally divided among the victims. ¡°I can understand your request; private property shouldn¡¯t be plundered,¡± Garcia pondered for a moment and then slowly said, ¡°But the specific amount is hard to define. Well, if you can provide me with the testaments of the last five years of financial income and expenditure, I can evaluate an average value and give you a part of the of the seizures as compensation.¡± ¡°But the mob has looted my house, and I¡¯m afraid the records are¡­¡± ¡°Then I can only follow the published announcement and compensate you according to your title.¡± Garcia interrupted, ¡°Take a look around you, they are all nobles who have suffered from looting, if I give you more, some of them would end up getting less.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! Only God would know if the number you reported is the truth or not!¡± ¡°Why are you so troublesome, Knight Halon, these gold royals aren¡¯t yours.¡± ¡°You have it already quite good, just take a look at your associates, they can only go to heaven and find God to demand compensation.¡± Seeing all of the surrounding nobles glare at him, he was forced to shrink back, bow deep in salute and say, ¡°In that case, please compensate me according to the standard. Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Excellent,¡± Garcia smiled and then ordered, ¡°Next.¡± ¡°My regards to you, Your Majesty,¡± a white-haired old man stepped out of the crowd and caressed the glittering silver heron family emblem on his chest reverently. ¡°Marquis Bod?, I remember that the Church¡¯s thugs didn¡¯t attack your territory.¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s right,¡± he nodded, ¡°Not that they didn¡¯t want to, rather that they couldn¡¯t¡­ the Inundated Snow Ridge is difficult to attack. So, my Knights were able to block all of the invading bandits. However, my child wasn¡¯t as fortunate. On the day of the riots, he was on duty within the imperial palace, and for the purpose of protecting the Queen, not only was he killed by the believers, but his body was also hung above the city gate. It was not until you arrived in the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, that he could be freed from his humiliation.¡± ¡°That¡¯s truly a tragic story,¡± Garcia assumed a grieving expression and sighed, before asking, ¡°So, what is your request?¡± ¡°The name of the man who killed him is ¡®The Butcher¡¯, nowadays he is the leader of the remaining rebels. That group of people are hiding within the Impassable Mountain Range north of us. I want revenge for my child.¡± The Marquis calmly declared. ¡°From the beginning, I didn¡¯t have that many troops under my control. The are already keeping the peace during the day, patrol, guard the city wall as well as the granary; it would be quite difficult to split my men and dispatch the troop to the barren mountains and wild hills just to go find a group of one hundred exiled thugs.¡± She shook her head and said in regret, ¡°Furthermore, when the winter comes, the heavy snowfall will also close off the mountains, thus, making it impossible for them to get any supplies. So, they will freeze to death sooner or later; there is no need for you to be so impatient.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ll only be able to find peace if it¡¯s me wielding the sword that kills my child¡¯s murderer. I also don¡¯t need you to send any warriors to search for the thugs. There are many natural caves at the foot of the mountain; they surely will be hidden within one of them. But most of the cave¡¯s entrances are very narrow, and if they used stones to block the entrance, it would even be difficult for the Knights to attack them. I hope you can provide me with the alchemical creation that had been able to blow up the city gates; I¡¯ll do the rest by myself.¡± Does he want to get his hands on the snow powder? Garcia frowned, that stuff has a large power, and its strong enough to be the trump card in a hopeless war and alter the outcome, it absolutely cannot be allowed to spread out. At the time, she was about to declare her refusal, the other opened his mouth again, ¡°If you grant me this request, I am willing to return to court and serve you. The silver heron family will fully support your ruling over the Kingdom of Eternal Winter.¡± This sentence then made Garcia swallow her words. At the time, the Church executed the Queen; they also killed some chief ministers. Here, the Marquis of Bod? has a lot of prestige, if he were to serve as my Prime Minister, all the remaining nobles would follow along. To some degree, it can also make up for the deficient administration and also turn around this awkward situation. ¡°This request is not too much,¡± she thought for a while, then after finally coming to a decision she said, ¡°But I cannot put the alchemy powder directly into your hands. When you require it, I will send a special alchemist who will provide you with assistance to blow open the hole.¡± ¡­ After the end of the court session, Garcia returned to the back room, where Ryan was already waiting for her with a cup of warmed fruit wine, ¡°Thanks for your trouble, Your Majesty. As expected, those nobles were all taken over by you. In this way, even if we don¡¯t depend on the Wolf King, you can still swallow the entire Kingdom of Eternal Winter slowly.¡± ¡°As long as there is no Church,¡± the Queen said as she shrugged. The Church, in their act of striping the nobles of their rightful inheritance, had pushed them to her side. Now, with the support of those very people, coupled with the crippling of the Church¡¯s former base of power, it had been very easy for her to gain a foothold in the capital. But if she wanted to control the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, she still had a long way left to go ¨C it was here where the people were influenced by the Church the most. When she¡¯d dispatched her Black Sail Fleet to wipe out the Church¡¯s bases in other major cities, they had continually suffered under the attack of the believers. Therefore, it was crucial to form a coalition with the Wolfsheart Kingdom. Not only so that they could resist the Church together, but also to weaken the influence the Church held over the population by accepting people from Wolfsheart Kingdom. As for those stubborn civilians, it will be alright if they are just cleanly killed off. ¡°Oh, by the way, a messenger from the Wolfsheart Kingdom has arrived with a letter for you,¡± Ryan informed her, as he took an envelope from his pocket, ¡°Because you were dealing with government affairs, I didn¡¯t dare to bother you.¡± Garcia opened the envelope, took out the letter, and began to read the letter carefully. ¡°Is it bad news?¡± ¡°The Church has sent out troops once again,¡± she said in a low voice, ¡°They¡¯ve taken the land route and are heading straight for Wolfsheart City. They¡¯ve already broken through several of the recently set up defensive lines.¡± ¡°What?¡± Ryan started with big eyes at her in disbelieve, then he said, ¡°The Months of Demons will be coming soon, don¡¯t tell me they¡¯ve set out while completely disregarding the New Holy City?¡± Showing a frowning expression, Garcia sat back in her desk. She knew that the Church would never let them go, but she hadn¡¯t expected that the other side would move so fast. If they had just waited with the war until spring next year, her preparation would have been complete. However, the enemy apparently didn¡¯t want to give them any space to breathe ¨C if she just sat idly while the Wolfsheart Kingdom asked for help, and the kingdom got destroyed as a result, it wouldn¡¯t be long before it would be her turn to disappear. But this also contained an opportunity. If she could make the Church waste its forces on the city walls of the Wolfsheart City, they would be facing a great disaster when the demonic beasts invaded Hermes at a large scale. They might have sent out the God¡¯s Punishment Amy, but by now, she also had formidable weapons like the snow powder, the hard to extinguish black river water, the demonic fire powder, as well as Wolfsheart City¡¯s towering city walls. With all this, she would surely be able to consume a large number of their vital forces. Thinking until here, Garcia commanded, ¡°Pass along my orders, the Black Sail Fleet is to get ready for battle! This year, we will be spending the winter within Wolfsheart City.¡± Chapter 303 Chapter 303 Preparation for the Air Raid After going through a week of assembling and testing, Roland and Anna together completed the development of an impact detonator. Compared to the fuse of the artillery shells, it does not need to withstand high temperature and pressure, and there was also no high-G overload when it left the chamber, so the structure was very simple. However, due to the necessary precise constitution of the firing pin and the spring, the two had to test many variations before they finally succeeded. The main problem was that no one knew how much elasticity the spring needed, to make sure that it wouldn¡¯t go off it it accidental fell. While they also needed to guarantee that it would always trigger when it was launched normally. He and Anna only changed the thickness and hardness of the spring a little before testing it once again. Fortunately, Anna and Lucia had done a lot of the required work in advance. As a result, Roland had more and more high-quality materials available at hand. Ultimately, after a lot of testing they¡¯d chosen to use steel alloy No. 1365, which had a relatively high hardness, but a toughness that was on the lower side. Even if the bomb fell from one meter, it wouldn¡¯t be compressed to the end. After the selection of an appropriate spring, the rest was easy. Just like the saying: where water flows, a canal would form. Even though Roland had never seen the look of a real detonator before, he could still rely on his work¡¯s experience to come up with a design by himself. Compared to modern ones it was certainly lacking, but for the current crude big black bombs, this would be enough. The finished version of the impact detonator was in the form of a cylinder, twelve centimeters long, about five centimeters in diameter, with a spiral pattern on the underside which could be screwed into the opening at the top of the bomb. The interior looked like a downwards convex groove, while the firing pin shared a similar appearance, so that it could also fit into the groove. In its normal state, the spring would lock the upper part within the indentation, while the striker would land right inside the indentation, only one finger apart from the primer. For the purpose of taking precautions, Roland had also made a hole in the head of the firing pin, so that a bolt could be fixed on top of the ammunition case. Thus, before the bombing, they first had to pull out the bolt, only then could the strike move up and down. The simulation test was held on a sunny afternoon. Because this bomb which filled with a padding of gravels instead of black gunpowder, had already reached five times Nightingales weight, Roland decided not to board the hot air balloon, and instead watched the process with an observation mirror from three hundred meters away from the impact location. Apart from himself, there was also the Commander of the Fist Army Iron Axe and the Chief Knight Carter Lannis, who were here to watch this first test. ¡°Are you planning to use a hot air balloon to throw the giant explosive packages into the heart of the imperial palace?¡± After listening to Roland¡¯s battle plan, Carter struggled to believe his ears. To attack from an altitude of two kilometers above the ground while simultaneously completely disregarding the city walls and the forces of the garrison, ultimately overturned his former concept of what defined combat ¨C and of course, living in Border Town during this last year, his view had already gone through changes many times before. ¡°As long as the controlling system is fully functioning it really isn¡¯t impossible to achieve,¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Right now, Timothy is pressing people into service once more, to build up his new militia force. If we cannot stop him, the Western Territory will inevitably suffer another attack from his drugged forces. And even if we force him back again, it won¡¯t give us even one bit of benefit.¡± The secret letter that Theo had sent had indicated that Timothy was currently still using the same old routine of trying to consume his strength. However, Roland didn¡¯t know if the team dispatched by Barov could overtake their counterparts and rope in the people and make them come to Border Town. ¡°Supposing that you can really release heaven¡¯s fury thunder above Timothy¡¯s head, he absolutely will be frightened, not knowing what to do!¡± Iron Axe said excitedly, ¡°This is absolutely a heaven¡¯s punishment which no one can resist!¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯m hoping for,¡± Roland said with a smile. Although Theo had mentioned in the letter that Timothy had most likely figured out the method for making black gunpowder and opened a workshop in the inner city to try and mass produce the dangerous product, after thinking it over repeatedly, Roland still decided that the roof of the imperial palace should be the target of the bombing. The reason was simple, the palace was the only place which was eye-catching enough. When looking from a height of two thousand meters, even the most magnificent city of Graycastle was only the size of half a palm. Therefore, they also had to find a good target point to throw off the bomb in advance. And the palace was located at the midpoint of the inner-city district, and was surrounded by a red tile wall. Furthermore, pure white stones covered the roof of the palace, would be particularly eye-catching while they were aiming, which meant it would almost be impossible for them to miss their target. But the workshop was different. Roland didn¡¯t possess a layout plan of King¡¯s City, and the ground was also unmanned, and if he only relied on spoken words it would be quite difficult to describe the position of the selected target. Plus, the workshop¡¯s area wasn¡¯t large. If the bomb were to fall on top of a civilian¡¯s house, the gains of their plan wouldn¡¯t make up for the losses they would face. Suddenly, a white shadow fell straight to the ground, causing a smoke pillar to rise from the test field, followed by the muffling sound of something smashing into the ground a moment later. ¡°It seems as if the bomb has hit the ground,¡± Roland put away the mirror, ¡°Let¡¯s go and take a look at the result.¡± After a week of training, Lightning had significantly improved her bombing technique. This time, the bomb had hit the ground five meters away from the center of the target. It had drilled its whole body into the earth and the outer shell had been substantially deformed due to the force of the impact. After Cloud Gazer had landed, Anna used her black flame to cut open the bomb, so that everyone could see that the soil near the detonator has been charred black ¨C this proved that the primer¡¯s temperature was high enough to ignite the gas sprinkled on top of the gravel, which was what they had used in place of black gunpowder, and this showed that the detonator itself was working fine. If they instead filled the interior of the bomb with nitrated starch, it could easily create a four to six meters deep hole, and kill all of the people who hadn¡¯t taken shelter that were within the vicinity of 50 meters. Now, after having fully trained the air drop, the next step was to organize their combat plan. Roland let his gaze wander over everyone surrounding him, then opened his mouth and slowly said, ¡°We will execute the surprise raid on King¡¯s City next Monday. First, Iron Axe will lead a group of fifty firearms and escort the witches to the outskirts of Silver City. There is a mountain ridge in the area which can shelter you from detection, and it should be perfect if you want to set up camp or send off a balloon.¡± ¡°I hear and obey, Your Majesty!¡± Iron Axe agreed. ¡°Why can¡¯t we just fly directly from Border Town?¡± Wendy asked. ¡°No, that would be too far,¡± Roland shook his head, from the Western Territory to King¡¯s City it took at least a week. When traveling with Cloud Gazer or flying directly there, it would still take them around three days, together with the return trip it would be six days. Furthermore, after the installing the dropping mechanism, the basket would only have enough space to carry two people, which meant that Nightingale would be unable to follow them. With the exception of Anna, none of the other witches had any fighting ability, so making them spend six nights in the wild it would be much too high a risk, which was something that would be impossible for him to feel at ease about. ¡°By starting from Silver City, you will be able to complete the bombing in just one day and return even before the sun goes down.¡± ¡°Secondly, the witches assigned to the mission are Anna, Wendy, Lightning, Maggie, Nightingale and Sylvie. The latter two are responsible for monitoring the surroundings of the camp, while the attack will be carried out by the first four people according to the training method, especially Lightning,¡± he looked towards the little girl, ¡°Whether we succeed or not all depends on you.¡± ¡°You can leave it to me.¡± The latter patted her chest. ¡°In that case, the last thing I wanted to mention was that you should all pay attention to your safety,¡± Roland said while stressing each word, ¡°I will be waiting for your return here in Border Town.¡± Four days later, the first bomb ¡¯Easterly Wind No.1¡¯ was loaded on top of a cart, and under the escort of the First Army, it boarded a cargo ship to Silver City. Chapter 304 Chapter 304 An unexpected but pleasant surprise May would never have thought that by the time she was about to set foot on the road back to Border Town, her heart would once again be filled with so much expectation. The woods along the Redwater River had already begun to turn yellow, and the breeze blowing directly in one¡¯s face brought along a trace of chill. The waves of the shimmering river were rolling under her feet, and from time to time she was able to see the fallen tree leaves floating past the side of the ship. Now, without all of the anxiety and restlessness she had felt on her last trip, the exuberant surrounding autumn landscape seemed like it was something which came out of a poem or painting. ¡°Miss May,¡± a voice, full of respect, came from behind. ¡°Your play of the ¡®Witch Diary¡¯, is it true that His Highness wrote the play for you personally?¡± When May turned around, she saw that a group of actresses had gathered behind her, the person standing in front looked at her with a tense expression. She recalled that this one¡¯s name was ¡®Swallow¡¯. ¡°Aha, sorry,¡± Irene waved at her, then bowed and said with an apologizing smile. ¡°I wasn¡¯t able to answer this question. So without any better option I had to let them come and ask you.¡± This fool¡­ May thought and gave her a supercilious look. If it had been her from the past, she would have only dumped them with a sneer. But now, after having spent so much time together with Irene her patience had unexpectedly grown stronger day by day, and thus she dared to answer, ¡°No, His Highness didn¡¯t write it for me. Rather it was the City Hall¡¯s Minister of Education, Lady Scroll who had written the Witch Diary.¡° ¡°Uh, is that so?¡± Swallow blinked in wonder, ¡°At the time you argued with Bella, we all thought it was the truth.¡± ¡°His Highness wrote it personally¡± and, ¡°His Highness wrote it personally for me¡±, the meaning of those two wordings were poles apart, how could these people grasp the first half of the sentence, but totally dismiss the second half? Thinking of this, she then said to them, ¡°But His Highness endorsed both the script writing and the theatrical performance. Therefore, when Bella ridiculed the script it was indeed equivalent to mocking His Highness. Regarding that point, I haven¡¯t fooled her.¡± ¡°Have you ever seen His Royal Highness?¡± ¡°I heard that he has the royal family¡¯s mark of long gray hairs and looks extraordinary handsome, is that right?¡± ¡°I also heard that he was born with the natural disposition of a romantic and has many lovers!¡± ¡°Eh, was it really like that?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Looking at this group of lively little girls, May couldn¡¯t help but knit her brows. Curse it! I should never have responded to their curiosity. ¡°Alright, that¡¯s enough, don¡¯t you girls bother Miss May,¡± Rosia said and began shooing the group of females away while showing an apologizing expression towards May. ¡°No, harm¡± she shrugged and then continued to enjoy the scenery along the coastal area. ¡°After all, I was the one who sought out trouble.¡± ¡°I¡­ do not understand,¡± Rosia scratched her head, ¡°Why did you want to take them along when we left? Of the thirty-five people, only two people have stood on stage before, while twenty-six of them have not yet completed any of the courses for their drama classes. According to what you¡¯d previously said, they cannot even be considered as baby chicks. They are still inside their eggshell, yet to hatch¡­ Even if the Lord¡¯s requirements for the play are not so demanding, I¡¯m afraid that even His Highness would find it difficult to accept them. In case you want to retaliate against Bella, you should have tried to court some more experienced supporting actors.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t intend to let all of them perform.¡± ¡°Ah?¡± The other side froze in place for a moment. ¡°They can read the scripts for a play, isn¡¯t that right?¡± May asked laughingly, ¡°Although they still have a long way to go until they can enter the stage, all of them can at least read and write. Don¡¯t tell me you haven¡¯t discovered it yet? His Royal Highness is currently exactly in need of that exact skill.¡± She paused for a moment, ¡°Do you truly think that His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon loves drama so much, that he recruited us for a play?¡± ¡°This¡­¡± ¡°In case it was Lord Petrov, then the answer would be yes. Before he had taken over Longsong Stronghold, he had the habit of going to the theater once a week. However His Highness Roland, apart from viewing the first play of a new theatrical work, he didn¡¯t appear in the town¡¯s square for the rest of the time ¨C so he never promoted the drama for his own enjoyment. Instead, he intends to spread his views to the masses through the drama.¡± May paused, before going on to say, ¡°Compared to the first shows, which emphasized resisting oppression and the message that witches aren¡¯t evil, the new play, ¡®The Dawn of a New Era¡¯ and ¡®New City¡¯ have moved towards recruiting people, and ¡®one becoming rich though one¡¯s own efforts¡¯ as the message. I¡¯m merely following along with his idea and using the small amount of power I currently have.¡± ¡°So, it was originally like this. I never thought about that¡­¡± Rosia seemed to be speechless. ¡°To polish and refine the script for a play, in addition to putting yourself into the character you are playing, it is also important to try and understand the overall story as much as possible if you want to express its true meaning. This is also a quality that a good actor needs to possess.¡± ¡°Yes, thank you for your guidance!¡± She bowed. ¡°Be at ease,¡± May said as she showed her a reassuring smile, ¡°Even in the case that you don¡¯t want to perform any longer, you should still be able to find a pretty good job inside Border Town. Maybe you can enter the City Hall and become an administrative officer. After all, His Highness does not require you to have any sort of status, and he also doesn¡¯t look at your family background. This road would be much easier than going on stage.¡± ¡­ When the vessel arrived at the town, May saw Ferlin Eltek waiting to greet them at the pier. Naturally, he was here to see Irene. When she saw the girl dash forward and happily throw herself in his arms, she could only gently sigh. ¡°Isn¡¯t that man Morning Light?¡± ¡°He hadn¡¯t been exiled by His Royal Highness ¡­¡± ¡°The first knight of the Western Territory is magnificent¡± Swallow said, ¡°I thought he and the theater star would be -¡° ¡°Who¡¯s talking such nonsense,¡± May¡¯s cold voice made everyone suddenly close their mouths. ¡°Hurry up with your luggage and disembark. Ghent and Rosia will take you to the City Hall so that you can register your identity. Everything else will be arranged by them.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± came everyone¡¯s respectful reply. Walking down the pier, Ferlin, with his arm around his wife, came over to greet her, and spoke to her, ¡°Miss May, Irene just told me about the clash in the theater. Thank you for the kindness you showed her.¡± ¡°There is no need for you to thank me,¡± May couldn¡¯t accept it, ¡°Even though it looked like the other party was looking for trouble with her, but in fact, their target was me.¡± ¡°Even so, I still want to thank you.¡± The Knight laughed brightly and continued to say, ¡°If it weren¡¯t for you stepping forward, she would have cried right on the spot.¡± After the two had left, May curled her lips and alone she began carrying her luggage toward the residential district. Although she had already let go of her feelings, but seeing such a scene still had her feeling some regret. Furthermore, that familiar figure also did not appear, which was contrary to the vow in his letter that he would be waiting for her with a pleasant surprise. Well, the other side, after all, is an important man to His Highness. Unlike Morning Light who can walk around as he wishes, right? Back home, May put away her luggage and was hit by a sense of relaxation that she hadn¡¯t felt for quite a long time. She took a long breath, took out the white wine from the cupboard and was about to pour herself a drink when a knocking sound came from the door. When she opened the door, Carter Lannis¡¯ awe-inspiring figure appeared before her. ¡°I did not expect you to be half an hour early,¡± he wiped the sweat from his forehead. ¡°The moment I heard that the boat from Longsong Stronghold has arrived, I immediately rushed over from the barracks.¡± I don¡¯t know why, I definitely didn¡¯t catch sight of him at the pier, and he obviously didn¡¯t go to receive me, but the moment I see him, my mood immediately lifts up, ¡°Do you want to drink a cup?¡± ¡°No, I still have to work this afternoon,¡± Carter waved his hand. ¡°Well,¡± she nodded, ¡°The matters of His Highness are more important.¡± ¡°I came because I want to give you a present,¡± The Chief Knight took a white wooden box from his pocket and handed it to her. ¡°Is this the latest product of the convenience market?¡± May asked full of curiosity as she took the wooden box. When she opened the lid, she saw a yellow-orange ring quietly stand at the bottom of the box. Its top was inlaid with a bright and transparent stone, it reflected the autumn sunlight falling through the window with a colorful light. There is no doubt that this ring is worth a lot of money, which makes it unlikely for it to be a selling item for the convenience market. And when nobles give a ring, it means¡­ she couldn¡¯t help but cover her mouth. ¡°Miss May, are you willing to marry me?¡± Carter asked her earnestly. Chapter 305 Chapter 305 Chemical Breakthrough Four days had already passed since the witches, and the First Army had set off, according to the plan, they should arrive at the outskirts of Silver City by tomorrow afternoon. Equipped with Honey¡¯s flying messengers, Roland received letters sent by the team every day; the letters were from Iron Axe, Anna, and Nightingale. Even though they weren¡¯t as fast as mobile phones, it was basically the same as a wireless telegraphing. In case there were several winged messengers on the same road, and if there existed birds who would always go to and from the same two places, it might have the same effect as text messaging. In the absence of Nightingale, the Chief Knight took over the responsibility of defending the castle. However, Roland couldn¡¯t understand why Carter always wore a happy expression these days; it seems like he¡¯s encountered something especially pleasing these past few days. Could it be, that returning to his former task and acting as my personal guard is something that¡¯s worth being so happy about? He shook his head and focused his attention back on the report from his Minister of Construction, Karl van Bate. With the help of the witches from Sleeping Island, Border Town¡¯s construction projects were progressing at an amazingly rapid pace these past few months. First, there was the steel bridge across the Redwater River which had been successfully completed ¨C compared to the traditional stone bridges and wooden bridges, the structure of the steel bridge had been made in advance, only afterwards had it been hoisted into place. The two floating islands Lotus had raised within the river course had further simplified the former difficult task and also shortened the time needed to construct the main bridge to an amazing one month¡¯s time. Although, when one looked at it with eyes of a person in the future, the bridge did indeed seem short and narrow, and the architecture simple and crude, the theoretical capacity very low, turning it into a project which was purely a waste of material, but within this era it could be regarded as a magnificent super bridge. Its total length carrying on for more than 100 meters, the bridge¡¯s surface was smooth and offered enough space for two carriages to move side by side. Furthermore, even its lowest part still met the requirements to let an up-river sailboat pass through, something which a cumbersome stone bridge could never accomplish. Secondly, Lotus had also completed the construction of the new city wall. Those walls, made purely out of earth, had increased the town¡¯s area by more than two times. If they¡¯d been placed in a modern area, the original town would be considered the veritable ¡°inner city¡±; Roland however, was more inclined towards the two-ring system. Perhaps someday in the future this place could expand into a giant city which even had seven rings, and could then be formally crowned as the imperial capital. Lastly, regarding the construction of the Kingdom Avenue, Lotus had already leveled out some of the Impassable Mountain Range¡¯s extensions, so now the road could go straight through instead of going around which had thus significantly reduced the overall length of the journey. ¡°Your Highness, what do you want Lotus to construct next?¡± Karl asked after he reported on the progress. Roland was able to tell that he was brimming with admiration for her ability to transform the terrain, because, not only had he proposed that she be integrated into the Ministry of Construction, he¡¯d even put forth a request to appoint her as the vice minister. ¡°Well¡­¡± Roland was also already thinking about this question. There were three major construction projects he wanted to implement next. The first was the sea port project: Looking for small openings in the southern mountain ridge before caving in a path to the beach was a task he would have to rely on Lotus to achieve. Once they completed the transformation, the Western Territory would gain access to a seaward harbor. The second project was the residential expansion: Although City Hall had invested a lot of the workforce and financial resources to step up the construction of residential quarters, with winter soon to approach, by now there were nearly three thousand people who would be unable to live in a warm brick house. Nowadays, erecting wooden sheds and simple shelters simply couldn¡¯t meet the requirements to resist the cold, so they needed a group of cave rooms with thick walls and kangs if they wanted to solve this problem. The third point was to set up a dock: If he wanted to produce shallow water gunboats, he first had to arrange for a large dock, which at the same time would also affect the passage of the Redwater River. Roland intended to reduce the height of the riverbank on the western side of Border Town, to form a dry dock and install a lift gate at the side of the Redwater River so that they can control the water intake and runoff. The scale of the necessary earthwork was immense, and he would also have to rely on Lotus¡¯ ability to complete it. After considering for a moment, he finally decided to place the residential expansion as the first priority. Since they had invited the refugees from the Eastern Region to Border Town, they were going to have to take responsibility and provide them with the basic necessities of life. If they were to freeze or starved to death, then, not only would it be a loss for the Western Territory, but it would also reduce the people¡¯s attachment toward this place. ¡°So where is the place we should build the temporary residences?¡± Karl asked. ¡°The best place would be at the place of the current serf shantytown,¡± Roland glanced at the map, ¡°That place is far from the defense line of the city wall, they can also use the cover there to protect themselves from the wind coming from the Impassable Mountains.¡± After the Minister of Construction left the room, Roland had just planned to take a short nap in his chair when Kyle Sichi arrived at the door. ¡°Your Highness, the large-scale acid production method you have requested, has been successfully developed.¡± Hearing this sentence dispelled Roland¡¯s weariness immediately. He showed a smiling expression on receiving such a pleasant surprise, Roland stood up and said: ¡°Really? Take me to see it.¡± When their group came to the laboratory at the Redwater River, he saw a few gray jars and a kiln set up beside laboratory No. five. Each jar was the height of two people and had a pipeline connected to the top, which had a smooth shape; which had clearly been cut out by Anna. ¡°I pay my respect to you, Your Highness,¡± a very young looking man said toward Roland and bowed. ¡°I presume you¡¯re Chavez?¡± Although he had already learned about the several alchemist apprentices and outstanding alchemist that Kyle had brought from Redwater City, today was still the first time that he saw the other¡¯s appearance. ¡°You even remember my name,¡± Chavez said astonished. ¡°Mr. Sichi has mentioned you plenty of times before,¡± Roland explained and patted his shoulder in encouragement, ¡°Keep up the good work.¡± Then, looking over to the Chief Alchemist he asked, ¡°How will this thing produce acid?¡± Kyle stroked his beard and said with a smile, ¡°The successful manufacture is entirely according to a derivation of an equation of the ¡®Elementary Chemistry¡¯. You see those kilns, the purified sulfur will burn in the kiln, and through further heating the gas produced will pass through the pipes and into a lead jar.¡± ¡°Are all those devices made of lead?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right; only lead can resist acid¡¯s corrosion.¡± Kyle nodded. ¡°The nitro-sulpheric acid will unceasingly sprinkle down from the lead pipe at the top of the jar, and, together with the hot sulfur dioxide below, the heated nitric acid will decompose into nitrogen oxide. Finally, the water and sulfur dioxide together will generate a sulfuric acid solution. This solution will flow out of a hole at the bottom ¨C the smart thing about this reaction is that nitrogen oxide only acts as oxygen carriers, but by itself it can¡¯t be consumed. Therefore, the amount of nitric acids used is small, and once the reaction has started up, it can carry on working continuously!¡± ¡°How is the output?¡± Roland asked while agitatedly patting against a lead jar. Functioning large-scale acid production was the premise needed for mass production of smokeless gunpowder. As long as he could solve this problem, there was hope for the rise of a new generation of weapons and ammunition. ¡°This is the fourth device I¡¯ve tested, the daily output may be as much as the weight of using the laboratory¡¯s dry distillation method for an entire week.¡± the Chief Alchemist proudly said, ¡°Because it is a testing device, the volume isn¡¯t large. However, the capacity could be further improved, if you could build lead jars with a larger capacity. ¡°That¡¯s good news,¡± Roland said laughingly, ¡°Wait until Miss Anna comes back, and you can set up a larger acid plant right away. If the lead isn¡¯t enough, you can use iron instead, Miss Soraya¡¯s coating can make it resistant against the corrosion of the acid. Kyle nodded in agreement, but his next sentence made the bright smile on the Prince¡¯s face turn stiff. ¡°Now, that I accomplished the large-scale acid production and all the five laboratories are also filled with apprentices, Your Highness, can you reward me with the ¡®Intermediate Chemistry¡¯ like you¡¯ve promised?¡± TN: Once again, Kang Chapter 306 Chapter 306 Inside the garden Scroll stood behind His Highness Roland, attentively watching as he wrote out the manuscript. Autumn sunshine was falling in through the window onto her back, which made it feel like her whole body was being bathed in warmth. ¡°Ah, in addition to electronic gains and losses, what further content ah¡­ online class, very urgent.¡± From time to time the Prince would write something onto the paper and then began to lean his forehead on his hands while he pondered and said some difficult to understand nonsense. At first, Scroll was a little worried about the Prince¡¯s health, but later on she discovered, that this was His Highness¡¯ normal state when he was trying to recall his ¡®knowledge¡¯. Merely that today¡¯s symptoms seemed to be much more severe than ever before. Unfortunately, I cannot help him¡­ Scroll lightly sighed, if there was a witch who could help him in this regard, I am afraid there is only one, Anna. She had already noted down all the content of the previous books His Highness had written in her brain ¨C but it was merely noted down, nothing more. The past knowledge about those math and natural principles was something much deeper, just reading it is already enough to make people¡¯s head turn muddle-headed, no wonder His Royal Highness feels so embarrassed. ¡°How about, ending it here for today?¡± Scroll couldn¡¯t stand it any longer and so she opened her mouth. Roland decided to give up and put down his pen, leaning his back against the chair then said, ¡°I really envy you for your highly retentive memory. If I could be like you, why would I ever need to worry about exams? I would have been admitted to a famous school and walked to the pinnacle of life.¡± She automatically ignored the other¡¯s later half of words as nonsense, ¡°Your Royal Highness did they also demand you take those exams at the palace?¡± ¡°Yes ah, or how to separate which prince is more outstanding than the others,¡± he mumbled to himself. ¡°In fact, sometimes it is not good to remember everything,¡± Scroll said with a smile. ¡°For example, bad experiences, or the times when you felt deeply hurt or sad, or when you are unable to forget when your life was still happy.¡± At the time when she lived in the Seawind Region, due to her identity of being poor, she had to suffer bullying and beatings countless times already. Until today, she could clearly remember the location of every hit, the faces of the perpetrators twisted in anger, and the pain of each kick. Only after finding shelter by the old captain with the broken leg did her life become slightly better. In fact, living in slums like places, with each of them pillaging, fighting, and killing each other, was not much different from freezing or starving to death. For a long time, she had hated herself very much, why were all her suffering still vivid in her mind. Because the memory of those scenes was still so clear, the nightmares she suffered during the nights, were repetitions of her unbearable past. Later on, during her day of adulthood, when she awakened her branch ability ¡°Magic Book¡±, she finally understood that her extraordinary memory was actually something that came along with her identity as a witch. Probably Roland could guess what she wanted to say, so he revealed an apologizing smile and said, ¡°You might be right.¡± Scroll suddenly felt warmth flowing through her heart. There were only very few people who cared about a witch¡¯s thoughts, not to mention, this person was even an illustrious member of the royal family. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, those times have already passed, Your Highness.¡± Roland Wimbledon, compared with other nobles she had seen¡­ no, he was very different compared to all of the people she had met. He possessed a lot of learned knowledge, but all day long he only thought about how he could teach it to other people; his identity was that of a noble, however he didn¡¯t reject people that were below his rank; he enjoyed the praise of the crowd, he could act recklessly, but this was not everything to him, instead, he also took care of other people¡¯s feelings. A desolate and impoverished town had undergone earth-shaking changes within one year. The freedom and peace that witches had longed for, was actually granted to them by His Highness Roland. If she hadn¡¯t personally experienced it, she would never have believed that there could exist such a ruler in the world. Nowadays, Scroll had discovered that her own way of thinking had undergone some changes. Before this she hadn¡¯t approved of His Highness wanting to take a witch as his wife at all, but now she felt that regardless of who His Royal Highness married, he would take over the throne of Graycastle. He wasn¡¯t like the others who kept with the routine of favoring those power-hungry and corrupt nobles, rather, he preferred to make a better life for his people. She faintly felt that this surge of strength seemed to be stronger than any previous force.. ¡°Ah, let it be,¡± all of a sudden Roland said while rubbing his head, ¡°This is the last page.¡± ¡°Will you continue to record tomorrow?¡± ¡°No, just give it to him like this. Together with the physics teaching material, it should be enough for him to study for a while.¡± His Royal Highness took a new paper and quickly wrote down a few characters on it before he continued, ¡°After all, it is a copy of a book from ¡®ancient times¡¯, so it should be normal to be missing most of it, right?¡± Scroll took the paper and saw the name of the book ¨C ¡°Intermediate Chemistry (Remnant)¡±. ¡­ After finishing her memorizing task, Scroll left the office and was preparing to go back to the City Hall when the magnificent scenery of the back garden attracted her attention. After the completion of the castle wall expansion, the castle¡¯s backyard had almost reached the size of the town square. And now, less than a week after, it was already covered by all kinds of plants. There was no doubt that this must be a masterpiece of Leaves. Scroll followed the pass formed by two rows of olive trees, step by step going towards the depths of the garden. After passing by a row of dense sugar cane, she saw Leaves sitting on the shore of a pond. The other side hadn¡¯t bound her hair into the braided pigtails she usually wore during the daytime, instead, today she had draped her head full of green long hair over one shoulder. Her spotless white feet were lightly splashing around within the water, she was holding some wheat grains in her hands, and from time to time she would throw them towards the fishes swimming around her feet. Unable to stop herself from chuckling out loud, whenever one of those fishes approached her and gently brushed against her toes. ¡°Are your feet completely healed?¡± Scroll asked as she sat next to her. ¡°Oh, it¡¯s you Teacher Scroll,¡± she blinked for a moment in confusion, then nodded happily and said. ¡°Yes, Miss Nana has restored them to their original form. Like this, I finally don¡¯t need to endure the pain in my toes during winter.¡± ¡°Are all these plants you planted in the garden your improved versions?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Leaves said as she began to point happily towards each of them, ¡°Over there is the vine shed, here are the fruit trees, and there are the crops. I also asked His Royal Highness to bring me a batch of compost, just so that I could test the absorption quality of the new crops. In addition, there are dozens of bird¡¯s nest in the fruit trees, and the messengers Honey raised are all sleeping on top of the trees.¡± Scroll lovingly stroke her hair and said, ¡°I thought you would be the first witch of the Witch Alliance to evolve. After all, when we were within the Impassable Mountain Range, the ability you displayed wasn¡¯t below that of Cara.¡± ¡°His Royal Highness said that the possibility to evolve one¡¯s ability comes along with the understanding of our ability. Plant cells do indeed make people feel they are unfathomable is what I¡¯ve thought long ago, but now I think that at the root of it they are all the same. You see, a bundle of tiny grass when fused together can change into flexible vines, but if they were different, how could something like that ever be possible?¡± Scroll opened her mouth, but she didn¡¯t know whether she should comfort her or agree with her, so finally, she said: ¡°Your ability, even without evolving, can already do so much for His Highness.¡± ¡°I feel that it is not far away from me,¡± Leaves said, shaking her head, while her eyes were filled with bright light, ¡°Animals are living, plants are living, and even several parts of them together are living as well¡­ Birds need trees to build a nest, while their droppings once again bring nourishment to the trees. A forest can provide a living being with everything its needs while at the same time the forest extends due to the provided moisture of all living things.¡± She paused, ¡°Look at this garden. I think I already found a way to move forward.¡± TN: We are still searching for people who want to help with the Release That Witch Wiki Chapter 307 Chapter 307 Death from the sky The hot air balloon was flying two thousand meters above ground, which was something Lightning had measured by flying vertically up towards the sky. When she raised her head, it seemed as if the clouds she could see were almost within reach, looking like a loose cotton. However, if she really wanted to touch them, she would still have to fly a few hundred meters or so further up. The whole hot air balloon was painted with blue and white patches, which from a distance, gave it the exactly same appearance as the sky. Furthermore, they themselves had also put on camouflage clothing, the same was even true for ¡°Easterly Wind 1¡±. According to His Highness¡¯ requirements, it was important that this surprise attack was sudden and came from under cover. Therefore, the First Army had even gotten off the boat before they reached Silver City¡¯s pier and walked to the back of the nearby mountain. Under Sylvie¡¯s surveillance, the team was able to avoid all eyes, not drawing anybody¡¯s attention from beginning to end. After they finished setting up camp, Cloud Gazer slowly took off, they would carry out the bombing mission on the next day. After spending one week on the street, today was the beginning of the first month of autumn. Due to the insufficient possibilities to observe from inside the basket, Maggie flew out in front of the balloon like a white shadow, taking over the responsibilities for directing and investigating their route. Even from such a high altitude, after changing into a white-tailed eagle, she was quickly able to identify the roads connecting the towns and the carriages that was traveling on them ¨C at this point, the eagle¡¯s eyes were much better than an observation mirror. Fortunately, the other side cannot change the place at which the bomb will drop, Lightning thought, otherwise I really wouldn¡¯t have anything to do. ¡°Are you tired?¡± Anna asked, leaning over the side of the basket, ¡°Come in and take a rest, we won¡¯t come across any Devil here anyway.¡± The little girl shook her head, ¡°At this speed, I can fly the whole day long.¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you a little nervous?¡± Wendy asked, as she came and leaned over the side. ¡°I¡¯m not,¡± she said, curling her lips, ¡°I have practiced the course of event many times, and the palace is so big, it¡¯ll be impossible for me to miss.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Wendy smiled. ¡°Anyway, do not try to be brave, His Highness said that the most important thing is our safety. Also¡­. the incident at the Devil¡¯s Town during the investigation mission wasn¡¯t your fault.¡± ¡°What, I¡­¡± Wendy interrupted her in a gentle tone, ¡°Anyone could see that you¡¯ve been frustrated these last few days, but you weren¡¯t too cowardly to fight, rather, you just haven¡¯t gained enough battle experience yet. If it had been me in your place, I definitely couldn¡¯t have done any better.¡± ¡°Indeed, Nightingale possess reflexes and skills which most of us witches don¡¯t have,¡± Anna added in comfort. ¡°You might as well come in and have a rest, the amount of magic you will need to adjust the impact point of the bomb won¡¯t be a small amount.¡± Hearing the comforting words coming from the two, Lightning sniffed gently, then bowed her head as she entered the basket. Even before she had landed, Wendy had already wrapped her into her bosom, ¡°No one blames you, so you should also not blame yourself, understand?¡± ¡°Ok¡­¡± ¡­ After flying for an entire morning, Maggie flapped her wings and returned to Cloud Gazer to report to the other three, ¡°The King¡¯s City of Graycastle is in front of us, we are almost there, goo.¡± Lightning immediately flew out of the basket and lifted the lookout mirror ¨C only to see that it was exactly as His Highness had said, King¡¯s City¡¯s city wall was such a grand sight, that it was still clearly visible even from so high up in the sky. It arose from the earth, just like a blue-green colored crooked string as it described the scope of the city. Furthermore, the fingernail-sized white spots in the middle of the gray block seemed especially eye-catching. According to the first plan, they would first drop leaflets all over King¡¯s City before releasing Easterly Wind No.1. But after going through several test runs, they finally had to accept that there was not any possible way for them to control the direction the papers would fall when releasing it from a height of two thousand meters, even if they were to add some extra weight it still wouldn¡¯t work. Trying to reduce their altitude however meant they would then easily be discovered, after all, Cloud Gazer¡¯s size was just too big. If that was coupled with the stream leaflets dropping from the sky attracting the eyes of the crowd below, it would become very difficult for them to hide. Therefore, His Royal Highness had decided to cancel the leaflet part in the end. Instead, he had shifted the task to Theo so as to inform the public of the news, that they were the ones who had thrown a bomb at the palace. Wendy manipulated the airflow so that the basket came to a halt above King¡¯s City. ¡°Everyone ready?¡± ¡°Pull up the valve,¡± Lighting said while nodding. Then, she could only hear a loud humming sound as the heavy bomb started moving away from the basket, falling straight down to the ground. As the weight suddenly reduced, the hot air balloon began to fly upwards. Regarding the following step, she had already knew them by heart for a long time. Under the airflow caused from it dropping down, the parachute at the end of Easterly Wind No. 1 opened, and so Lightning could easily catch up with the bomb, she then began correcting its trajectory a little at a time. The witches of the Witch Union weren¡¯t unfamiliar with King¡¯s City at all. When they¡¯d moved westwards on their journey to the Holy Mountain, they had hidden themselves within the city¡¯s slums for several months. One of the reasons for this was to gather food and another was to attract new blood, during which time Soraya and Echo had come to join the Witch Cooperation Association. Although Lightning hadn¡¯t experienced it herself, but she had often listened to them speaking about this. Compared to other cities, King¡¯s City was very strict in implementing witch hunts, on top of the flight of steps at the outer city¡¯s public square, witches would be executed almost every month. As a result, they had stayed there for the shortest amount time, because with every day that passed, they would have to suffer the pain of seeing another sister pass away. Therefore, Lightning had no favorable impression of this bustling capital city. If she could end the rule of the person responsible for it by dropping a bomb on top of their head, she would be glad to do so. If Roland was the one ruling the Kingdom of Graycastle, all those tragedies would never have happened, isn¡¯t that right? She now had the chance to correct this error. Under the whistling sound of the wind, the scene below continued to expand, and soon, the details of the palace at the middle of the inner city started becoming clear to Lightning¡¯s eyes. Compared to the size of the living places of the commoners, the palace was many times larger ¨C its main buildings were made up of a dome, a banquet hall, and a tall castle tower. The rest were auxiliary buildings such as stables, barracks, warehouses and so on. Taking into account the steep walls of the castle, the roof¡¯s structure was very complex, and not very usable for the impact detonator, thus His Highness had decided that the imperial palace¡¯s hall would be the target of the attack. As the height dropped sharply, the parachute quickly reached the point of detachment. Lightning pulled the release mechanism, and let the parachute separate from the bomb, then picked it up and quickly began rising towards the sky. Before their departure, Prince Roland had repeatedly told her that she had to rise high enough and reach a safe position before the bomb hit. By no means should she ever turn around or go and take a look at the explosion, but the young girl was still tempted by her curiosity, and was unable to restrain the impulse to lower her head. Only to see a dazzling flash of light rise from the top of the hall and rapidly expand in all direction. The incandescent light quickly turned into a bright orange-red, only to be followed by a rolling cloud of smoke and dust which slowly faded out. This process lasted only one instant before suddenly an ear-splitting sound of an explosion bombarded her ears, almost making her lose her balance. Lighting really wasn¡¯t inexperienced with the booming sound of artillery barrage on a battlefield, but compared to those terrible weapons which could shoot iron balls, the sound of Easterly Wind No.1¡¯s explosion would be ten times louder! Smoke spurt out of the windows and between the pillars of the palace hall, engulfing the surrounding garden and gallery. Soon, several cracks appeared on the round dome which had been at the center of the impact. Lightning couldn¡¯t help but stop and hold her breath as she took in the last moments of the hall. Those countless black cracks wantonly flowed in all direction like ink, and instantly covered the entire roof. Then, as the roof was no longer able to support itself, it came crashing down, and raised an even stronger cloud of smoke. Under Easterly Wind No.1¡¯s amazing might, the palace hall finally collapsed. Chapter 308 Chapter 308 Fear In recent days, Theo had kept in daily contact with Prince Roland. In spite of the many incredible things he had seen during the last year he had worked for His Royal Highness, this new order felt a bit inconceivable and had also left him feeling¡­ puzzled. Announce the attack on the imperial palace as Roland Wimbledon¡¯s punishment on Timothy Wimbledon? At the time the militia which had attacked the Western Territory returned to King¡¯s City, he had naturally also heard of the ¡°warning¡± that they had brought along with them. However, Theo had merely thought that it was His Highness¡¯ bluff, or perhaps a plan to threaten the east and strike the west ¨C getting Timothy to increase the defenses while he sent out troops to attack other cities. Just like Garcia had done, going out to loot one of the enemy¡¯s cities before the approaching winter. But the following orders sent from Border Town gave him the impression that he¡¯d been mistaken. In fact, it seemed that His Highness really did intend to attack King¡¯s City, and had thus asked him to be ready to spread some propaganda. This latest command had made it clear that the attack would be launched on the first day of autumn, at exactly the same time as announced in the ¡°warning¡± message. Taking a look at this sentence, ¡°The attack on the imperial palace could be considered as punishment¡±, in other words, His Highness would forcefully enter the King¡¯s City inner city ¨C but how could that be possible? King¡¯s City possessed Graycastle¡¯s mightiest city walls, with a thickness that could accommodate two houses set side by side, which even for His Highness¡¯s artillery would be difficult to destroy. Furthermore, with the kingdom¡¯s best Knights, personal guards, as well as the enlisted militia as defenders, it would be hard to set even one step into the city without already having an army that was more than ten thousand people strong. Even using witches to initiate surprise attacks would have a similar outcome. Within the imperial palace there were as many God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation as there were hairs on an ox. In addition, in the palace¡¯s grand hall and in the other parts of the palace all had giant God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation installed in them. So as soon as a witch set even one foot inside the room, she would immediately be stripped of all her powers. This was also the reason why Timothy could hunt and kill witches wantonly while being fearless of any retaliation ¨C wishing to ever assassinate a member of the royal family was simply an unattainable dream. Furthermore, even if there was a method, it still held some hidden dangers to it. If Timothy Wimbledon really was to die under a witch¡¯s hand, most likely the Church would be the party to receive the greatest benefit¡­ With only a little bit of guidance, they could start to claim that the 4th Prince, a pawn of the Devil¡¯s minions would sit on the throne, which would result in all of the other nobles unifying against him. But Theo believed that a person like His Royal Highness already possessed enough intelligence to see hidden dangers such as that. So, in the end, how will His Highness get into and attack the inner city? ¡°Sir, what kind of instruction do you have for me to come over?¡± Opening the half-closed door, Hill Fawkes walked into the living room. ¡°We are waiting for a new order,¡± Theo said and spread out his hands, ¡°So go and take a seat first.¡± ¡°¡­Yes.¡± Theo could only smile helplessly when he saw the flabbergasted expression on the former member of the acrobatic group. Usually he would only inform these people when he had received precise orders; but this time, it would be inconvenient for him to inform them of His Highness¡¯ mission ahead of time ¨C in case they were unable to launch the attack on the imperial palace, this seemingly absurd instruction could easily reduce the other party¡¯s level of trust. But on the contrary, if His Royal Highness was able to be true to his claim it would become an unprecedented shock to them, which could also greatly enhance the confidence of these people ¨C especially if they could see with their own eyes that His Highness was able to shake Timothy¡¯s throne even from a thousand miles away, and thus cause a real threat to the throne. Compared to spreading propaganda from mouth to mouth, this kind of action would be several times more effective. So, Theo chose to go with a compromise and called Hill over to the house in the inner city before waiting for His Highness to fulfill his warning. If they were successful, it would naturally be to everyone¡¯s delight, but if they failed, he just had to lie and say that the messenger had been delayed during the journey. ¡°Have some tea,¡± Theo offered laughingly, ¡°Don¡¯t always show your doubt all over your face, as an intelligence officer the most important thing is ¨C¡° ¡°To mask yourself, Sir.¡± He took the cup in response, ¡°Oh, by the way. Recently there have been much more patrols visible on the streets, even the guards defending the city wall have been doubled. Don¡¯t tell me¡­ do these maneuvers have something to do with His Highness¡¯ order?¡± ¡°Indeed, Timothy ¨C¡± Just half of Theo¡¯s words had left his mouth, as a sudden clap of thunder from above rolled over the mansion. A sound that was so loud and clear that the glass in the windows began to tremble. At the same time, the ground also began to faintly shake with distinct tremors for a short duration. As he was caught off guard, Hill¡¯s hands began to shake, the teacup fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Sir¡­ But,¡± Hill stuttered stupefied, ¡°This is¡­ what just happened?¡± ¡°Come with me,¡± Theo ordered, wearing an earnest expression. The moment they ran out of the residence and entered the garden, their gazes was immediately attracted to a pillar of black smoke that was rising from the palace. Apparently, that was where the thunder had come from. Theo had experienced when cannons and firearms released their might, he naturally knew that only the alchemist¡¯s fine powder could give rise to this sound of heaven¡¯s anger. What¡¯s more, such a violent tremor was unlike anything that an artillery bombardment could have caused. Instead, it was more like those explosive packages they had originally used to deal with the heavy armored demonic beasts. Hill stood beside him, his mouth opened wide and unable to believe what his eyes were telling him. ¡°Could it be that His Highness¡¯ declared warning was real?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Theo was finally able to control his racing heart, he turned, pretending to be profound as he stated, ¡°This is the new order His Highness wants me to give you.¡± * Timothy could only look on with an ashen face as the chandelier fell in front of his eyes, and was struck speechless for a long time. ¡°Your Majesty, keke¡­ Are you alright, Sire?¡± The Imperial Prime Minister said coughingly from somewhere from within the dust that had flew up and was filling the whole sky. ¡°What the hell just happen outside?¡± Timothy didn¡¯t answer, he merely felt a terrible pain in his throat. The chandelier just now had fallen on top of a silver armored knight. At that time, the man had still been in the process of giving a report of the refugees that were enlisting, yet his neck had been broken by the chandelier. If I had gone one step further, I am afraid I would¡­ Thinking until here, all the hair on his back stood up straight. ¡°Is this an earthquake?¡± The Finance Minister said, still locked in a panicked state, ¡°We have to get out of the castle and reach an open place.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right Your Majesty, it isn¡¯t safe here!¡± ¡°Everyone shut up!¡± Timothy shouted. The moment he opened his mouth however, he discovered that his voice had turned hoarse, becoming difficult to understand, as if he was speaking while pinching his own throat, ¡°Sir Weimar, take me to the basement immediately!¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Although he looked a bit nervous but compared to the performance of several other ministers, he could still be regarded as very calm. He immediately walked over and helped Timothy up, then they walked together the stairs leading further down. Along the way, the new king saw that the aisle was covered with pieces of shattered glass and also that the blue dome of heaven behind the damaged windows had ceased to exist. In the midst of the still soaring smoke and dust, only a few pillars from this former magnificent building could still be seen. This wasn¡¯t caused by an earthquake, but by an explosion caused by a large amount of snow powder! If I leave the castle now I would undoubtedly step on my own path of doom. Only god knows where Roland has buried snow powder. I¡¯m only safe behind the thick walls of the basement. Damn it, Timothy thought hateful, how on earth can my brother be in possession of such an alchemic weapon? Could it be, before her departure of Clear Water, Garcia had given him the formula, so that he could use the snow powder to make both sides suffer? But even then, how was he able to bring the snow powder inside of the palace? Even with the ability of an extraordinary witch it still wouldn¡¯t have been possible! ¡°Take some knights along with you and thoroughly search the whole palace. Especially the sewers, gardens, and warehouses; anywhere that it would be easy to hide snow powder!¡± Timothy immediately ordered toward Knight Steel Heart after reaching the basement. ¡°If you find any suspicious character, noble or commoner, immediately arrest them. All attendants and servants who enter or leave the palace should be thoroughly searched, none of them can be spared!¡± ¡°As you bid, Your Majesty.¡± After Sir Weimar had left, the new king discovered that his back was now covered in cold sweat. Roland has actually done it! Regardless of how he had done it. Since he could hide the snow powder inside the palace this time, does that mean that he can reach the castle as easily as turning his hand the next time he comes? ¡°Your position is not as safe as you think, everyone will see that your throne is already crumbling.¡± Recalling the words of the warning, Timothy could not help but shudder. As his anger gradually subsided, he felt fear come rising from the soles of his feet, bit by bit it was taking hold of his heart. Chapter 309 Chapter 309 The Exploration of Knowledge On the second day of autumn Roland finally received a letter from King¡¯s City. Since the letter sent came via a flying messenger, it was most likely written by his personal guard Theo. Freeing the paper from the bird¡¯s claw, Roland stepped over to the window, using the radiant and enchanting sunshine to carefully read through it. ¡°Because the palace was quickly blocked and no one was allowed to enter or leave, I wasn¡¯t able to scout out the damage caused by the explosion. But within the evening almost all of King¡¯s City¡¯s inhabitants knew of the attack on the palace, whether it be in the pub, the inn or the city squares, wherever people gathered there was only one topic of discussion. Even the death of the former King hadn¡¯t caused such a sensational impact. In addition, since you¡¯ve given a warning beforehand, there are now many people who believe that Timothy has already died from this attack and they believe you will soon start ruling over King¡¯s City from there becoming the new king of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± This paragraph allowed Roland to feel thoroughly relieved ¨C there could be no better news for him than to hear that the bombing mission had been successfully carried out, and that the witches would be safely returning soon. He made himself a cup of tea before returning to the side of the mahogany table and continuing to read the letter. ¡°However, according to the collected information, at present, there isn¡¯t any sign of activity from the several big nobles outside King¡¯s City. Furthermore, the royal palace has also responded very quickly, so I speculate that Timothy Wimbledon is still likely to be alive. ¡°In addition, there are some people who swear that this attack had come from the sky. In the end, there seems to be some residents who¡¯ve witnessed an unremarkable colored object drop from the sky, falling with utmost speed unto the imperial palace. Therefore, I have already come up with an initial plan regarding the task you¡¯ve handed me ¨C if I could actually embellish this matter into heaven¡¯s punishment against the fake King, I think that many of the people will believe it to be the truth. ¡°Regarding this, the hands under my control are full of enthusiasm. During daytime, they¡¯ve collected information concerning all of Timothy¡¯s tyrannical practices. If this was to be mixed in with the story, it would surely become even more effective. I believe that it won¡¯t even be a month before the street rats spread this news to the ears of all of the citizens. ¡°In addition, I will continue to closely monitor the movements of the Eastern Barracks. But looking at the current situation, Timothy still doesn¡¯t seem to have come up with any countermeasures to resist the attack, so it seems that he doesn¡¯t have any time to care about anyone else.¡± The letter was again not signed at the end. After reaching its end, Roland folded the letter and put it into the drawer before releasing a deep and long breath. In case Easterly Wind No.1 really has stopped Timothy from dispatching troops, the result would already be very good. After all, the large number of drugged people consumed during a fight was indeed too wasteful. The later the other side launched its battle of attrition, the more opportunities Roland could get to win over the population. Roland raised the cup and drank a mouthful of fragrant black tea. For now, the next thing he needed to do was to rest and wait for the witches to return. It was already several days since he had last seen Anna, and there was also nobody who stole any of the dried fish out of the drawer, all in all, this made him feel a bit uncomfortable. At this moment, Carter opened the door to the office. ¡°Your Royal Highness, two fleets have arrived at the pier.¡± ¡°Has Margaret¡¯s Chamber of commerce finally arrived? Taking into account the time she had spent on the road, she must have missed a good show¡­ hold on,¡± Roland stopped for a moment, feeling slightly surprised, ¡°You said there were two fleets?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Carter said laughingly, ¡°You remember the messenger group you had sent to the Southern Territory to recruit staff? A batch of troops has already come back. The number of refugees that they brought along with them is already enough to crowd the pier to its bursting point. Currently, the City Hall is carrying out your plan and Miss Lily is executing the¡­¡± ¡°Quarantine operation.¡± ¡°Ah right, you¡¯re talking about the program to eliminate the existence of plagues or similar threats¡­¡± The Chief Knight coughed twice, ¡°This group of people number about four or five hundred people in size.¡± ¡°Do they?¡± Roland couldn¡¯t prevent the corner of his mouth from rising. It seems as if it was just moments ago when we spoke about the possibility of this matter, but now it¡¯s already started to show results. It seems as if the number of temporary houses Lotus needs to prepare has increased yet again, ¡°Let¡¯s go and take a look.¡± * Kyle Sichi put down the extremely thin remaining section of the ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡± while repeatedly muttering, ¡°So that is what it is.¡± ¡°Mentor?¡± Chavez asked anxiously. Since the time he had received the ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡±, Kyle had been unable to find any sleep within the last two days, almost reading through the whole ancient book overnight. Chavez himself had also taken a few glances at it, but the book¡¯s content was too abstruse and much too difficult to understand. ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± the Chief Alchemist¡¯s voice didn¡¯t contain any trace of weariness, instead it appeared as if his spirit was trembling with excitement. Even though the corner of his eyes may have contained some dirt, his two eyes were still bright and full of fire, and looked nothing like a person who had just gone through a sleepless night. The times when the mentor delved into alchemy they mustn¡¯t be easily disturbed, this was a rule which each disciple need to abide by. So, having waited until now, Chavez finally dared to open his mouth and speak, ¡°This book¡­ this disciple doesn¡¯t understand what is an atom, and what is an electron?¡± ¡°You are already a qualified alchemist, so you mustn¡¯t call yourself a disciple. According to His Highness, we are colleagues now.¡± Kyle paused, ¡°As for your question, I do not know how to answer it¡­ In fact, when His Royal Highness Roland gave me the ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡±, this book was also attached to it. Chavez looked at another book on the table, on the cover was written: ¡°Theoretical Foundations of Natural Science¡±. ¡°Sichi¡­ Mentor¡± he wasn¡¯t accustomed to using such a familiar form of address yet, ¡°It looks as if it closely follows alchemy¡­ No, it completely lacks any relation with chemistry.¡± ¡°I also thought the same,¡± Kyle said while stroking his beard. He sighed then continued to speak, ¡°However, after reading through a few pages, I discovered that I have actually been totally ignorant of this world.¡± ¡°What?¡± Chaves was stunned. Alchemy is the study of the composition of substance, the essence of elements. If they could be considered as knowing nothing about it, then what difference was there between other people and monkeys? ¡°I mean the concept behind it,¡± the Chief Alchemist¡¯s voice was full of excitement¡­ and also satisfaction, ¡°We think that alchemy is just alchemy; that it is the research of scholarly knowledge. We say to ourselves that the sun rising and falling, and the flowers blooming and fading are things which have no relation to us.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that right?¡­ Those who are good at observing the sun and the stars become astrologers, as for the plants,¡± Chavez was slightly disgusted, ¡°Only farmers and herbalist would study them.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why we know nothing at all,¡± Kyle shook his head, ¡°From the beginning, this book tried to connect everything together, whether they it be stones, flowers, thunder, or fire, all are made up of the same thing, all follow the same set of rules. Not only does chemistry react according to these rules, even the sun rises and falls and the flowers bloom and fade according to it. This rule is so precise, that as long as the conditions are the same, the result will also always be exactly the same. Chemistry is only a small part of this.¡± ¡°¡­¡­How can this be?¡± ¡°I also find it hard to imagine,¡± he unfolded the periodic table of elements. ¡°In Intermediate Chemistry, it describes the form of these elements ¨C one big ball surrounded by numerous smaller balls. The big ball decides which kind of element it is, and the number of balls in the outer ring determines the characteristics of the element, and this very list, is arranged according to this law. They¡¯re as neatly lined up as a parade of soldiers. Now, I also fully understand the meaning of His Highness: Why we can, without ever having seen or come into contact with this element, are still able to deduce its properties and reactions. Because even the smallest reaction, like the loss or addition of those small balls, won¡¯t involve any changes to the big ball at all. This is also the reason why elements don¡¯t disappear during a reaction, they will only ever transform.¡± For a moment Chavez pondered about what he had heard and then asked, ¡°Do you ¡­ believe it?¡± These theories are too misty, and they cannot be verified by the eye, so how are the people who wrote the book able to know of it? ¡°I do not know, so I cannot answer your previous question,¡± Kyle said while showing a smile, ¡°But it doesn¡¯t matter whether you believe it or not. The key is that it provides a perspective I have never imagined before¡­ In the end, it allows me to look at it through another door and behind that door, there isn¡¯t only just chemistry.¡± Speaking until here, his voice came to a stop, ¡°Unfortunately, His Royal Highness wasn¡¯t able to record everything. Perhaps he was unable to understand it himself, so who knows what he might have missed.¡± Chavez wasn¡¯t able to comprehend everything he had heard, just like when he had become an apprentice. When he¡¯d first heard the terms used by alchemists¡¯ it had been like hearing people speak in another language, and now, he once again had this feeling. But he wasn¡¯t worried, as long as he followed his mentor, he would be able to learn this so-called theory of ¡°all living things are interconnected.¡± Compared to the Chief Alchemist, the thing he lacked the most now, was time. After a moment of silence, Chavez asked, ¡°But, why did His Highness use different colors for the names of the books?¡± Showing an expression of surprise the Chief Alchemist let out a cry, ¡±Ah.¡± Then he said, ¡±This¡­ is something I¡¯d actually ignored. Could it be that he¡¯d casually used them?¡± But he quickly shook his head, ¡°No, if they were colored black and red it could be the case. But these types of colors are especially difficult to make, it is unlikely to be unintentional. In other words, His Highness deliberately used them?¡± ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡± was blue, ¡°Theoretical Foundations of Natural Science¡± was also blue, ¡°Elementary Mathematics¡± was green, and ¡°Intermediated Chemistry (Remnants)¡± was written with purple paint. It didn¡¯t stand out when you looked at each of them alone, but if placed together, it was particularly eye-catching. ¡°Probably for appearance sake?¡± Chavez guessed. Chapter 310 Chapter 310 The Purified Mayne stood on top of an arched hillside, overlooking the city ahead of him from a distance. Last time, Wolfsheart city¡¯s walls had looked far different from what it looked like now ¨C the walls were built with stones from the Kingdom of Eternal Winter appearing clean and white, just like the teeth of a newborn wolf. However, within just three months¡¯ time, its appearance had been completely changed. Breakages had been filled with the local black boulders and the gaps which they couldn¡¯t mend in time had been blocked with wooden palisades, the blood-soaked stone had lost its pure white color, and turned into a reddish brown instead. Looking from the distance, the current walls looked rough and seemed to be covered with dirt, like wolf teeth that had experienced years of wind and frost. Compared with its prior appearance, they now looked more like the teeth of a ravening predator ¨C like the time when they were tearing their prey apart, which was the most fearsome sight to humans. The Church¡¯s army had set up their camp about 2,5 miles outside of Wolfsheart City. In order to prevent the former Queen of Clear Water from raiding the Old Holy City, they hadn¡¯t brought along the same size as last time. The Army of Judges and the baggage teams were both around five thousand people, while the God¡¯s Punishment Army had a total of nearly eight hundred or so. However, with their secret siege weapon and the purified, Mayne had full confidence that they would be able to clear out this nest of wolves. ¡°Your Excellency, the Siege Beast is in place and ready to attack.¡± A priest came to the top of the hill to report to him. ¡°What¡¯s the status of the Purified who are controlling it?¡± ¡°They are also prepared to launch.¡± Mayen lifted the observation mirror and looked toward the direction of the ¡®Siege Beast¡¯ ¨C only to see two fearsome steel beasts lying within the farmland two miles away from the city walls, both sides were surrounded with obstruction boards and had a grass covered roof over them. If you didn¡¯t take a careful look, it would be difficult to detect this ferocious weapon with its uncanny shape. Moving his line of sight forward, he saw a lineup of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. These were the transformed soldiers of the Church¡¯s most devoted believers, standing straight in the autumn wind, all of them motionless. Only when the enemy fought against them would they really be able to understand just how terrifyingly powerful these extraordinary warriors were. Unfortunately, they couldn¡¯t act autonomously and would only act according to the orders issued by the commander during battle. However, the commander has never appeared publicly in the Church, and during battle would fight from within the ranks, disguised as a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. So, except for the three Archbishops and the Pope, there was no one who knew his true identity. ¡°Very good,¡± Mayne said as he nodded in satisfaction. ¡°Return to your position and wait for the attack horn to sound.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Excellency.¡± His next task was to meet with the Purifieds that the Pope had sent. When he thought of those two witches, he could not help but frown, they were as different as black and white compared to the other witches of the Church, even during the march to fight they were still carrying on with their own things. If they were one of his own Purifieds, they would already have been punished with a flogging, but the position of these two and Archbishop Mayne were on equal footing, so he wasn¡¯t allowed to direct them. His Holiness had only sent these two Purifieds to ¡®provide assistance¡¯ during the battle, not to ¡®obey¡¯ his orders. But he also knew, if he wanted to completely eradicate all of the hidden dangers he was going to have to depend on their powers. The Archbishop went down the hill and stopped in front of a tent outside the camp. But when he opened the curtain, the bedstraws were unsurprisingly empty. ¡°Zero and Isabella?¡± He asked the judge standing at the entrance. ¡°The two Ladies are currently interrogating the captives, they should be at the east side of the camp now,¡± the judge said. ¡°There is a flat open space there, you can see it immediately when you get there. Or do you want me to go and call them back?¡± If it would be enough to send you to call them, I wouldn¡¯t have needed to come here to begin with. But they are playing with the captives again¡­ aren¡¯t they tired of playing? ¡°No, it¡¯s alright, I will look for them myself.¡± ¡­ He soon found the place the guard had told him of. Only to see two women stand in the center of a level ground. One of them was leaning forward, her head next to the ears of three prisoners whose hands were tied together, and whispering something to them. The expression on her face was gentle but focused, her white long hair and her robe was dancing in the wind, just like a flawless spirit. The other woman possessed an impressive figure and had a head full of golden curly hair, and from time to time she would release a sweet-sounding and clear laugh. ¡°Have the surrounding Judges immediately vacate the area.¡± Mayne instructed his personal guard to send instruction to the Presiding Judge, ¡°The same is true for the people responsible for looking after the captives, tell them that there is no more need for them to look after them.¡± ¡°As you bid.¡± At this moment, the blond witch also noted their arrival, she informed her partner and quickly walked over. ¡°Your Excellency,¡± the blond witch said while giving a slight bow, ¡°Why did you drive the audience away? The trial was just about to begin.¡± ¡°Ms. Isabella,¡± he nodded back, ¡°The all-out attack on Wolfsheart City is about to begin, so interrogating the prisoners has become meaningless now. Furthermore, these people can¡¯t tell us more than the other spies we¡¯ve caught along the way, and that was only a pathetic amount of news. If possible, I hope you and Zero can immediately rush over to the front line.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, since we are already here, we couldn¡¯t let such an important enemy just walk away,¡± Isabella said while spreading out her hands. ¡°As for the trial¡­ there is nothing I can do to stop her. How about, you can just act as the audience, it won¡¯t take them that long anyway.¡± ¡°The same as before?¡± ¡°Well, the rules will be basically the same,¡± she laughed, ¡°Zero really likes this kind of game.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s like that then quickly get started.¡± Damn it! Even though Mayne¡¯s face became expressionless, inwardly he was burning with anger. Speaking of this judgement game, it would be more appropriate to look at it as a cat playing with a mouse. The captives had to escape a predefined range or defeat the witch, only by doing this could they obtain a slim chance of survival ¨C and this chance to live was extremely slim, but the bait was still good enough to lure out the mouse. It already seemed difficult to achieve, but in fact, it was something they would never be able to reach. The reason for scattering the Judges who were responsible for safeguarding and monitoring the Purifieds was that the upcoming process couldn¡¯t be considered as entirely fair or just. The other¡¯s action wasn¡¯t in accordance with the behavior of Purified, so seeing this, he was afraid that it might waver their faith in the Church. Just wait until I take over the position of the Pope, at that time I will have to teach them the importance of obediently following orders. At this moment, Zero had already freed the prisoners from the ropes and spread out her hands to show that she wasn¡¯t wearing any weapon on her body. While in front of the prisoners there laid a sword, a machete, and a light crossbow. ¡°Come on, fight or run, just follow your hearts,¡± Zero said with a gentle tone. ¡°Only God can issue a ruling.¡± One of them clenched his teeth then suddenly picked up the crossbow from the ground and directly shot an arrow at the Purified. Not even looking whether he had hit, his other hand had already taken hold of the sword as he tried to seize the opportunity to rush forward and chop out horizontally. This whole set of actions were executed in one smooth movement, clearly a skill that was impossible for militia. However, the captive cut through nothing but empty air. The Purified had simply taken two steps back and easily avoided the surprise attack. When the captive came to a stop and raised his head, he couldn¡¯t suppress a short flicker of surprise when he saw that the other was holding the arrow with her teeth, as if she was chewing on a harmless branch. Zero spit out the arrow, waved at the captive, and with a smile, she said, ¡°Please, carry on.¡± The captive stared blankly at her, his hands trembling slightly. Mayne could see that all the courage he¡¯d gathered with such difficulty had already left him again, even if the fight were to continue, it would only for last for one more exchange. Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, the captive raised his head and roared like a wild boar. Then raised his sword and darted toward the unarmed woman. But this attempt was too stiff, even with closed eyes, Mayne could guess at the result ¨C just within his half a lunar cycle long contact with Zero, Mayne had already become aware that her powers were almost limitless. Even though she wasn¡¯t an extraordinary, she still possessed innate battle skills not inferior to them. These skills weren¡¯t in her supernatural strength or resistance, but rather in her extremely skillful technique. Even if she couldn¡¯t use any magic, she was still a dreadful enough soldier. The witch moved her body slightly to the side, easily avoiding the opponent¡¯s hack. Then her pair of seemingly fragile hands clamped the prisoner¡¯s head, and using his forward momentum, she softly moved it. This slight flick only released a light cracking sound, but as if the other side had suddenly lost all the bones in his body, he immediately became limp and fell to the ground. She turned her head and looked to the two remaining captives then said, ¡°Now, it¡¯s your turn.¡± Chapter 311 Chapter 311 War of Mortals (Part 1) Seeing this scene, one of the other prisoners turned and ran away which caused Zero to look somewhat disappointed. She turned into a ray of light and entered the fleeing captive¡¯s body, who immediately stopped his steps. The captive¡¯s eyes turned white, and his body began to undergo strange changes ¨C this wasn¡¯t Mayne¡¯s first time seeing such a scene, but no matter how often he saw it, he couldn¡¯t prevent a chill from arising within his heart. A dim ray of light burst out from within the captive¡¯s body and his body began to twist and deform until finally changed into the very appearance of the Purified who had entered him. He knew that this wasn¡¯t a simple act of replacing and slaughtering, but what exactly happened during this transformation process, Mayne was afraid that only the Pope or the people involved could fully understand. Zero took a deep breath and went back to the last prisoner. He was the youngest of three captured spies, probably only fourteen to fifteen years old. His young and inexperienced eyes were filled with shock and fear, unable to accept what had happened just now. ¡°Now, you¡¯re the only one left,¡± she whispered, ¡°Eyre.¡± Hearing these words, the trembling boy who had originally wanted to pick up the machete froze in shock and started to stammer, ¡°H-how¡­¡± ¡°God told me everything. Actually, you were merely a farmer¡¯s child living in the outskirts, but because of the Wolf King¡¯s order, you and the other village people were forced to move into the city, and became responsible for repairing the city walls, creating the military supplies, transporting the army¡¯s provision and so on. In other words, forced labor. Instead of letting you go because of your young age, they rather decided to recruit you into the investigation troops. In reality they¡¯ve planned for you to emerge and perish on your own,¡± she reached out and touched his cheeks, ¡°The best evidence for this is that at the time you sent back the intelligence about the large military operation of the Church, the captain of the guards didn¡¯t even let you enter the camp. Instead, after listening to your report he immediately sent you back to us, right?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Eyre opened his mouth, but couldn¡¯t find any words. ¡°Of course, they couldn¡¯t let you enter, because your family had already ceased to exist. Your parents were accepted, while your brother was the same as you, merely consumables for the Wolf King. So, if you were allowed to return, wouldn¡¯t it make all the other scouts know about it?¡± Zero said, ¡°Your father fell to his death while trying to fill a gap in the wall. Your mother, trying to find the workplace overseer had to suffer punishment with a whip and is now on the verge of death. In a world where God doesn¡¯t examine everything, evil always wantonly flows around like sewage. Are you sure you really want to fight for such a ruler?¡± The young boy stared with wide eyes at her, unable to mask his sorrow, ¡°This¡­ is impossible, you¡¯re lying to me!¡± ¡°God never lies,¡± the Purified shook her head. ¡°And in the bottom of your heart, you know that I¡¯m telling the truth. The root of all this evil is the nobility. They never regarded you as one of their own kind, they merely see you as livestock. What the Church is trying to do is to put an end to all this evil and injustice, they want to build a new world under the care and watchful eyes of God.¡± With a plopping sound, Eyre sank to his knees, lowered his head and began to cry bitterly, ¡°What should I do?¡± ¡°Follow your heart, only God can issue the ruling.¡± He choked with sobs and said, ¡°I was wrong. I am willing to tell you everything I know, I will do anything I can to save my mother.¡± ¡°Such a clever child,¡± Zero patted his head then took out a plant with slender leaves from her pocket and held it in front of him, ¡°Eat this, and you will have a good sleep. It will also help you stabilize your mood.¡± She tore off half a leaf, put it into her mouth, and began to chew, before saying, ¡°Just like me. Wait until tomorrow, after breaking through the walls of Wolfsheart City you might be able to see your mother again.¡± Mayne puckered his brows, the Peacefully Sleeping Bracken was something used in the making of Dream Water. It didn¡¯t show any effect on witches, but when taken by ordinary people it was a very severe poison, which required that they intake the Winterflower to neutralize its toxicity. Sure enough, after eating it, it didn¡¯t take long until the prisoner¡¯s face turned ashen. He forcefully gripped his throat, and looked with an expression of absolute disbelief at the smiling Purified, only able to release some incomprehensible ¡®och och¡¯ sounds. His own fingernails quickly tore open his skin and blood vessels before the blood that came splashing out dyed his neck bright red. His painful struggle continued for half an hour until his body gradually turned limp and he finally stopped breathing. ¡°It¡¯s such a pity that God didn¡¯t forgive your sins,¡± Zero said while smiling. Then she walked over toward the Archbishop and bowed in greeting, ¡°Your Excellency, how do you feel about the trial? Did it have the same elegant manner of Excellency Heather?¡± ¡°Why must you deceive him into eating the Peacefully Sleeping Bracken?¡± Mayen asked with a heavy tone, ¡°If it had been Heather, we could have added one devote believer to our ranks. Rather than making him kill himself while thinking he is moving back on the right path.¡± ¡°If the situation of the captive¡¯s loved ones were like I had said, I would naturally have recruited him as a believer, but unfortunately I do not know what really happened to his parents. Those words of mine were nothing more than me talking nonsense.¡± She said in a carefree voice while shrugging, ¡°The moment he discovers that my words were all lies, he would obviously turn against the Church. Believe me, I serve the Church wholeheartedly.¡± If you served the Church wholeheartedly, you would have properly waited for my orders in the tent, Mayne thought while impatiently turning his head and stating, ¡°The attack will begin soon. You must immediately prepare yourself and move according to the plan, the Wolf King and the Queen of Clear Water ¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªMust die, Your Excellency,¡± the Purified said, ¡°If it was me alone, I might not have been able to do it. But since even Isabella has come with me, they absolutely won¡¯t be able to run away.¡± * ¡°Woo-woo-¡± The bugle horn¡¯s trumpet, which was the signal to attack, rolled across the horizon. Under the pressuring dark clouds and in the middle of the rustling autumn wind, it raised the curtain to the second act of the siege against Wolfsheart City. One mile away, the frame of the ¡®Siege Beast¡¯ that launched the spears gave out rays of magical light. The moment the light was as bright as the sun, the iron spear suddenly burst straight toward the walls. Flying as though it had been thrown by a giant¡¯s hand, it reached a speed that made it difficult to sight, and a moment later was followed by an earsplitting roar. After crossing such a long distance the spear had hardly lost any of its might. The moment it hit the wall, it crushed the stone into powder. Even the house-sized boulders were easily pulverized and the soldiers standing behind the wall were coincidentally also shot dead. After merely three rounds of fire, the city gate was completely smashed, and the surrounding walls utterly broken. Even though the firing rate of the Devil¡¯s siege weapon was equivalent to an ordinary catapult, its range was several times further. Against this kind of offensive, it was absolutely impossible for the garrison force to try and strike back. Unable to see the trajectory of the launch, they weren¡¯t even able to determine where the next attack would be hitting, The Church¡¯s army hadn¡¯t moved, yet the defensive line was already in imminent danger. Just then, a world-shaking loud boom suddenly sounded behind the wall! Seeing a massive fireball soar into the sky, the people on the battlefield all felt the earth starting to shake beneath their feet. Then, accompanied by black smoke and fire, the wall collapsed with a loud rumble. Finally creating an opening in this mottled wolf¡¯s tooth. The sharp horn sounded again, the mixed forces composed of the Army of Judges and God¡¯s Punishment Army initiated their charge against the city wall. Looking at it from afar, they looked like a flowing reddish-gold ocean, mercilessly swallowing everyone who even dared to stand against it. Now Wolfsheart¡¯s defenders would have to rely on their own flesh and blood in order to withstand these soldiers who stood apart from the mortal world. Chapter 312 Chapter 312 War of Mortals (Part 2) Mortals cannot defeat the Devils, Isabella thought to herself, therefore the Church created the God¡¯s Punishment Army. They possess considerable strength, feel no pain, and know no fear, making them the best weapon against the Devils. Although they don¡¯t possess the ability to act on their own, that isn¡¯t necessarily a disadvantage in battles between armies. Against such a powerful force, a garrison of mortals naturally would never be able to resist. Especially after losing the backing of their city wall, seeking to beat the Church¡¯s elite force in a melee fight is nothing less than a wishful dream. Like a powerful golden current, the Army of Judges dashed through the main gate of Wolfsheart City¡¯s wall, entering hand to hand combat against all of the assembled defenders. The red colored God¡¯s Punishment Army looked as if they were walking on level ground as they climbed over the collapsed city wall and started to massacre those who attempted to stop the flood of enemies. ¡°Do you want to go and help them?¡± Isabella asked after turning towards Zero. The latter yawned and then said uninterested, ¡°No, my magic is limited, so I have to save it for the important targets.¡± ¡°You could just use the sword, hammer, or crossbow to fight ah,¡± Isabella said, feeling displeased, ¡°No matter what they wouldn¡¯t be able to beat you.¡± Zero shook her head, ¡°If I go, they will easily win. If I don¡¯t go, they will still easily win. There is no point in doing it, so I don¡¯t want to.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± she changed the subject. ¡°Why did you do that before?¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°While you were playing with the prisoners, the Bishop¡¯s face was stiff for the whole time,¡± said Isabella. ¡°It seems that he doesn¡¯t appreciate your kind of trial, and also he is the most likely candidate to be the next Pope, when that time comes you might suffer a lot.¡± ¡°The reason why Excellency Mayne becomes angry is only because he hasn¡¯t become the Pope yet,¡± Zero said carelessly. ¡°When he goes into the library at the top of the Pivotal Secret Temple, he will come to understand that my way of handling things is exactly the way in which to please God.¡± ¡°What¡­ way of handling?¡± ¡°Playing with, ah,¡± the Purified ran her hands through her hair to tidy the mess created by the wind. ¡°God has never descended on the world, he also doesn¡¯t protect his people. Only by having a single illusory objective can we guarantee to take over when someone else fails to reach it, in hopes of receiving his favor. Doesn¡¯t this concept resemble the trial I just held? I at least provided him with a real objective, something that God never will. It isn¡¯t even guaranteed that his objective is realistic or whether everything is our own crazy raving. Yet even with so much uncertainty, we still dash onward with no thought to our personal safety¡­ Tsktsk, it is truly the most thorough play.¡± What¡¯s this woman talking about? Why can¡¯t I understand one word? Isabella knitted her brows and asked confused, ¡°Have you ever been to the library?¡± ¡°No,¡± She shrugged her shoulders, ¡°These were words His Holiness O¡¯Brian had said to me. He isn¡¯t a witch, and his lifespan is already approaching its end. I heard that when mortals reach their end, they will start to reminisce on their life and will always hope to find someone to talk to about it. He even wants to let me swallow him before his death.¡± ¡°You can¡¯t ¨C¡± ¡°Of course I mustn¡¯t, that would make Excellency Mayne furious,¡± Zero interrupted, ¡°Rest assured, I know what I¡¯m allowed to do and what not.¡± A mysterious smile played around her lips, ¡°There is another possibility. What will happen if I lose? Can¡¯t I then offer up my body as a present to him?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think so. If you lose, chances are that nothing is going to happen.¡± Isabella sighed, this woman is a strange one, probably because of her ability ¨C after swallowing so many people, it¡¯s very hard for her to find something she hadn¡¯t experienced yet. Which leads to her seldom being interested in anything and instead is simply doing everything for the sake of pleasure, furthermore, only an unusual pleasure will suffice. Isabella moved her line of sight back to the battlefield. A group of desperados suddenly appeared from the gaps in the city wall and started charging into the ranks of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Most of them came to a screaming end at the end of a spear, but there were still a few who managed to slip through the net. The sound of explosions began to rise, followed by smoke rising to cover all of the gaps within the wall. This should be the new alchemy weapon which started to appear during the last siege, she thought. It seems quite powerful; thus it would be a good choice to use it against the demonic beasts. But using it in an attempt to deal with the God¡¯s Punishment Army is just a quick way to commit suicide. If it weren¡¯t for those pills, they would never even have dared to approach the soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. On the other side, the mighty current of the golden ocean slowed as raging flames suddenly emerged on the path through the city gate, isolating the soldiers who had already entered the city from the Judges still standing in front. Some people who were caught by the flames desperately started to roll over the ground to try and extinguish the flames, but it was to no avail. ¡°Hmm¡­ the amount of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation has increased exponentially behind the gates. There are even two high-quality stones present. It seems as if someone important has come.¡± Isabella opened her mouth. ¡°That being the case, let¡¯s go and end it,¡± Zero said, and leisurely stretched her waist. ¡°But those two are neither the Wolf King nor the Queen of Clear Water,¡± Isabella informed while glancing at the city, ¡°The most intense reaction is still inside the castle. Are you sure you want to go?¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t the army in trouble? Winning easily and winning miserably isn¡¯t the same. I still have to help His Holiness O¡¯Brian reduce the losses,¡± Zero tilted her head and continued in an earnest tone, ¡°Just like I said before, I serve the Church wholeheartedly.¡± ¡­ It was already afternoon when Wolfsheart City¡¯s defensive line finally broke under the siege warfare. After the soldier of the God¡¯s Punishment Army got control over the city gate, the Army of Judges began to chase the enemy¡¯s soldiers through the streets to clear up all the resistance. ¡°The targets have started to move,¡± Isabella said after looking toward the direction of the castle, ¡°It seems they intend to go to the river dock.¡± Those two people who had come to organize the resistance at the wall and city gates were the Wolf King¡¯s sons. And now, through the information she gathered after swallowing both of them, Zero further confirmed that the two moving God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation with the highest reaction were indeed the primary targets of this mission. In addition, they had also taken care of a fallen witch who looked and dressed as if she was of a different tribe. After the death of the witch, the militia forces who dared to go against the God¡¯s Punishment Army suddenly reduced by a lot. ¡°They probably want to leave by ship,¡± Zero said with a blooming smile. ¡°Let¡¯s go and complete the mission given to us by His Holiness.¡± The action of the other side made it clear that they were very cautious. On their way toward the docks they changed routes several times and when they finally arrived at the pier they didn¡¯t board one of those huge ships with black sails, but instead chose the small sloop of a merchant. But no matter how hard they tried to cover their whereabouts, in front of the constantly monitoring Isabella their movements were immediately exposed. The moment the Wolf King and the Queen of Clear Water boarded the deck of the ship, two people came over from the other side of the pier. There were twenty additional soldiers on top of the ship, most of them were personal guards. When they saw the two appear, they immediately knew that something was amiss without even needing to think about it. Thus everyone drew their weapon and jumped off the vessel, throwing themselves straight at the Purifieds. It was once more time for Zero to display her superior fighting skills. She was empty handed as she seized the sword of a personal guard and drew everyone in to start fighting against her. With every sword stroke she made an enemy collapse, her footsteps lithe and quick, with only a few people able to anticipate her next move. Whether it was a poke, strike, chop, or block, Zero always used the appropriate amount of strength and the trickiest angle to strike, and soon, more than a dozen personal guards were lying on the ground, everyone having been killed by one sword. The Wolf King pulled out the sword at his waist, ready to throw himself into a desperate fight. ¡°Isabella!¡± Zero cried. ¡°I know,¡± the latter immediately launched her ability ¨C forming a circle of light that was only visible to the magic eye. Within Isabella¡¯s field of vision, the lightless domains formed by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation appeared, each of them was trembling at a different frequency, like ripples on the surface of water. She controlled her field until it trembled at the same frequency, then connected it with the domain of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Both sides of ripples immediately canceled each other out, leading to the domain becoming level and smooth. At that moment, Zero immediately turned into a beam of light, and drilled herself into the Wolf King¡¯s body. The Wolf King began to twist before changing into the form of the Purified, after seeing this the Queen of Clear Water revealed an incredulous look, ¡°How can this be possible? Why are you able to use your power around the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation?¡± ¡°Because the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation isn¡¯t what you believe¡­¡± Isabella said while still smoothing out the ripples of her opponent¡¯s domain, ¡°But there isn¡¯t really a reason for you to know this, because¡­ your end has come.¡± The moment her voice had fallen, Zero threw herself directly at Garcia. Chapter 313 Chapter 313 The Battle of the Soul She hadn¡¯t felt such a warm sunshine in a long time. Garcia stood in the garden and took in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of rosemary coming along the breeze. This was no longer the Kingdom of Eternal Winter; besides the forever frozen soil and the non-aromatic Winterflower, that country in the extreme north really had nothing to offer. Within that castle¡¯s backyard, lumps of meat and pig guts would always be hung out to dry in the open air, making it impossible to get rid of the awful smell. This place was also not the Port of Clear Water, with its familiar taste of salt and its moist air, where if she closed her eyes, she could hear waves breaking over the beach. This is the palace of Graycastle, she thought. But¡­ its appearance was somewhat different from what she remembered. Garcia sat down at the central flowered pond, gently caressing the slightly rough rocks ¨C back in her childhood, while playing hide-and-seek, she had fallen to the ground and fiercely hit her head against the stones on the side of the flower pond. Since then her father had ordered for all the stones to be broken into small pebbles. As a result, it was then impossible to hurt oneself when stumbling, but it had also become impossible to hide oneself behind them. At that time, she remembered, that besides herself, Gerald and Timothy had also been present. Seeing their younger sister fall down both of them had become very frightened. To coax her to stop her sobbing, one by one they¡¯d made themselves fall and deliberately knocked their head against the stones at the side of the pond. Of course, afterward, they were ruthlessly beaten up by their father. It was a period in her life that Garcia thought she would never recall again. It was like a secret hidden beneath a tree, deeply buried in the earth. But now that she¡¯s returned to this familiar place, she discovered that the scenery hasn¡¯t faded in the slightest. After digging it out of the earth, it still appeared just as vivid and lifelike as in the past. It seemed as if everything has returned back to the time in her childhood. ¡°As it turns out, this is your world,¡± an unknown voice sounded from behind her, ¡°As a resting place, it¡¯s a pretty good choice.¡± Garcia turned around, and saw a woman dressed in white coming from the direction of the flowered pond. She had a pair of light red eyes and long, snow white hair, her facial features were so delicate that they seemed to have been carved, and her voice was ethereal and melodious, all in all she was like a god who had fallen into the mortal world. The face of the Queen of Clear Water completely darkened as she stated, ¡°You are the Church¡¯s witch.¡± ¡°My name is Zero, the word ¡®witch¡¯ doesn¡¯t suit me,¡± she laughed. ¡°I¡¯m called a ¡®Purified¡¯. My blood, and that of those fallen, is entirely different.¡± ¡°A Purified? That¡¯s just the term the Church uses for the toys they¡¯ve raised,¡± Garcia said coldly, ¡°What kind of trick is this scenery? Does your ability allows you to create illusions?¡± She suddenly picked up a stone and squeezed it in her hand. ¡°It¡¯s just an illusion! None of this will fool me!¡± The Queen¡¯s cry traveled far, but the scenery remained entirely unaffected. When she opened her hand, she saw that the stone in her hand wasn¡¯t crushed, instead, her skin was cut by its hard edges and corners. The pain bursting from the wound seemed clear and real. ¡°It appears that you aren¡¯t completely unaware of witch abilities. That makes things much easier,¡± Zero grasped the hem of her skirt and gave a slight bow, ¡°Welcome to the World of Consciousness, I call this place the Battlefield of Souls. It is here where we will carry out our fight. The winner gets everything, the loser loses all¡­ Just as God proclaims in the Holy Book.¡± Souls¡­ battlefield. Garcia stared blankly, trying to digest what she had just heard when she suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from her lung. She didn¡¯t know from where the pike had come, but somehow Zero had had directly thrust it into her chest. Her breathing immediately turned heavy, when she tried to open her mouth and shout, not even the smallest of sounds came out. Meanwhile, Zero turned the pike around and fiercely pulled it back, blood came spraying out of the wound, soon covering half of her body. Garcia sank to her knees, trembling as she tried to cover her wounds, but due to the enormous blood loss, her consciousness had already began to blur. The next moment she found herself standing at her former place in perfect condition. The shadows standing a few meters away from her, as she had never left her place to begin with. What happened? Garcia opened her mouth wide, taking in a deep breath, an illusion? Her hands were still fiercely pressing against her chest, and she could still feel an aching pain at the place the wound from a moment ago had been. Lowering her head, she saw a large spray of blood scattered around her feet. ¡°This is the basic rule. One¡¯s consciousness isn¡¯t immortal,¡± Zero explained, spreading out her hands, ¡°The pain of every death will feel real to you. It will slowly consume your mental and physical strength, and when this sense exceeds your limits it will be time for your eternal rest. ¡°Every time you die, your body will return to its original state. An average person can withstand at most three to four times, of course, I have also seen a lot of determined individuals who managed to go through seven, eight, or even more deaths,¡± She explained gently. ¡±Although I am looking forward to your performance, I can also understand if you give up. After all, the feeling of continuous death is an unbearable suffering. At this point, choosing to escape isn¡¯t a cowardly behavior, especially when the outcome has already been decided.¡± Finished speaking with the dropped pike in her hand and a great sword on her back she leaped forward and tried splitting Garcia apart. The latter stared with wide open eyes, she is wearing a white gown, there is no way for her to hide such a huge weapon. All these weapons are¡­ coming out of thin air? Suddenly the other¡¯s words reappeared in her mind ¨C ¡°This is your world¡­¡± ¡°I call it the Battlefield of Souls.¡± ¡°One¡¯s consciousness isn¡¯t immortal¡­ everything is real to you.¡± The great sword chopped down, but instead of cutting the former Queen of Clear Water in two, it slammed against a huge iron shield. Confronted with the huge unexpected rebound, Zero lost her grip on the sword as it flew into the air, at the same time her body was also forced a few steps back. Garcia, because of the great strength she¡¯d used to deflect the heavy blow, fell to the ground. ¡°The end is already destined?¡± She ground her teeth and sneered, ¡°Previously you said this is ¡®my world¡¯, didn¡¯t you?¡± The moment the words fell, she popped up, and a crossbow suddenly appeared in her hand immediately releasing the arrow at Zero. Simultaneously a crucifix raised up behind her and firmly trapped her body. In a flash the crossbow arrow drilled into the abdomen of the Purified, immediately causing a suffering expression to appear on her face. After gasping twice, Zero opened her mouth, ¡°Th-that surprised me¡­ cough cough, as an ordinary person¡­ just accepting this is already very hard, n-not to mention using your own consciousness to retaliate. You just proved¡­ why the Queen of Clear Water is able to cause Mayne so many headaches.¡± ¡°Thank you very much for your praise,¡± Garcia said while picking up the spear that had fallen on the ground. ¡°If it weren¡¯t for you talking too much I would never have been able to comprehend the wonders of the World of Consciousness so quickly. Now, should I put some more holes in you?¡± Zero laughed challengingly, ¡°For now, I¡¯ll let you do as you like.¡± ¡­ When Garcia stabbed her for the tenth time, the Purified finally died ¨C she had deliberately avoided piercing any of the fatal points, slowly moving from the hands and feet toward the abdomen. At first the Purified had cried out miserably, but later on her voice had gradually started to break. Next, that animal should be restored to her original state, right? However, this is the palace of Graycastle, it¡¯s my home ground. Since it is possible to change the environment and objects at will, I cannot lose. Sure enough, the body of the Purified flashed in a white light. In the blink of an eye, all of her wounds had disappeared, and Zero once again opened her light red eyes. Garcia lifted the pike, readying to send her to her death once again, but suddenly everything changed ¨C the hands bound to the crucifix easily broke the rope, kicked against the pike, then instantly appeared at Garcia¡¯s side and delivered a strike with her raised hand. Before Garcia could respond, she had already lost sense of her body. With a loud bang the headless body collapsed, yet the other¡¯s hands were still empty. How can this be? After her restoration, the Queen of Clear Water clutched her neck and took two steps back and felt somewhat uncertain¡­ Just now, did she use her empty hands to cut off my neck? Seeing the broken hemp rope and the blood on her hands, it became apparent that the previous scene hadn¡¯t been an illusion. ¡°If you couldn¡¯t understand the nature of the World of Consciousness, how could I get a real fight?¡± Zero smiled and said, ¡°You seem very puzzled about how I got my hands out of the thick rope, isn¡¯t that right? In fact, this isn¡¯t so difficult to understand, ¡®The winner gets everything, the loser loses all¡¯¡­ Among those people whom I¡¯ve swallowed, there is a class of witches who are unusually powerful. Their might is boundless, their body is nimble, and they don¡¯t need to fear the effect of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. You might not know of them, but the Church has a particular term for them ¨C Extraordinary. She opened her hands, ¡°It is impossible to beat me by only using common methods. If you want to survive, you will have to double your effort¡­ Now, it¡¯s my turn.¡± TN: Many thanks to Zackarotto for creating the full list of characters. Chapter 314 Chapter 314 Annihilation It was Garcia¡¯s first-time experiencing the horror of an extraordinary. The weapon in her hand was obviously only an ordinary one-handed sword, but the burst of pressure from her every move seemed to absorb parts of her soul. Each blow that came raining down on her shield was as heavy as a strike from a two-handed sword. Two or three blows later, Garcia could no longer even lift her arm and was hit on her chin by an upwards moving strike. After her restoration, the Queen of Clear Water thoroughly abandoned defense, and before she could second guess herself, a ballista had already appeared in front of her body. She pulled the trigger, it wasn¡¯t an iron spear that she released, but several jars of black water. Reacting instinctively, Zero cut the jars apart, only to get showered in the black water. When the pieces of fire crystal hidden inside the jars came in contact with the air, they quickly began burning, and turned the whole area into a pillar of fire. However, it was still not guaranteed that this would work. After all, Zero could still use her speed which far surpassed everything an ordinary person could ever achieve to move around the flower pond while the ballista couldn¡¯t even turn around. Thus, Garcia had no other alternative than to rely on raising the stone walls embedded with spears to restrict the Purified¡¯s movement. In addition, she turned the flower pots surrounding the pond into explosives by filling them with snow powder, and hid several pits into the ground, setting up a formation of deathly traps. After killing the other side several times like this, Garcia discovered that her breathing gradually became heavy, beads of sweat started running down her forehead and waves of dizziness started to attack her mind, leaving her almost unable to keep standing upright. ¡°Well done,¡± the once again reborn Purified said, she wasn¡¯t taking advantage of Garcia¡¯s weakened state and was instead clapping her hands. ¡°That you are able to do all this far surpasses my expectations. However, there is something I forgot to tell you. Even though you can use your consciousness to change the environment and venue in this world, it will consume a much larger amount of energy than creating completely new things¡­ the amount is even similar to one¡¯s restoration. You should already be feeling the weakness and exhaustion taking over your body, maybe after your next death, you will already fall into an eternal sleep.¡± ¡°Ah, that¡¯s still better than getting one¡¯s neck cut off,¡± Garcia panted heavily, ¡°But you seem to forget the screams you made when being burned by the evil fire. I do not think you¡¯ll be able to hold on any longer than me.¡± ¡°¡­¡± After a moment of silence, Zero said, ¡°Ever since I¡¯ve become a Purified, the Church has given me a lot of support to improve my abilities. From increasing my knowledge to teaching me fighting skill, to feeding me with Judges to improve my ability. Those Judges, even knowing that they would be sacrificing themselves, were still glad to enter the Battlefield of Souls. Here, in the World of Conscious, they honed my skills in life and death struggles, reassuring me that they accept their death before transmitting all of their insight and experiences to me. Garcia did not interrupt her words. Even if the other was stalling for time, she also needed a break. ¡°I have swallowed up an extraordinary, and her strength was impressive ¨C I nearly lost a Battle of Souls. But in the end, I relied on the Devil¡¯s weapons to prevail over her and then got everything from her. Due to the different characteristics of magic, I can¡¯t actually turn into an extraordinary or use the abilities of the witches I swallow. However, here in the World of Consciousness, these differences don¡¯t matter to me. In the last two hundred years, I can¡¯t even remember the number of people I have swallowed, but there have only ever been a few individuals who could threaten me. All their pain, happiness, sadness, and delights they¡¯ve had in their life, became part of my own personal experience¡­¡± She paused, ¡°Including their death.¡± ¡°What exactly do you want to tell me?¡± Garcia cautiously asked. ¡°The difference between you and me,¡± replied Zero calmly. ¡°The assimilation of so many souls has made my will matchless. In case you want to know the number of death I can survive, I think I can bear at least hundreds of death by now.¡± ¡°In that case, I will have to help you to verify it.¡± She scoffed. But inwardly her heart sunk¡­ When looking at her demeanor, it doesn¡¯t seem that she is merely bluffing. From the time at the pier, where she cleanly and easily killed all their personal guards, it could be seen that this Purified possessed fighting skills that went beyond her age. If that¡¯s the case, I need to use even more powerful weapons¡­ quickly, what can I think of that can easily kill even an experienced super witch? ¡°The Battle of Souls isn¡¯t a contest to decide who has the greater imagination,¡± Zero said, as if she already seen through her, ¡°You cannot make yourself impervious to sword and spear without foundation, nor can you summon the weapons which destroyed heaven and earth from the legends of ancient times¡­ Things you cannot understand you also cannot create, what we have seen and understood is the key to success.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll just cover the whole garden with strong snow powder, even you will be unable to avoid it,¡± Garcia declared coldly, ¡°Even if I die, at least I will drag you down with me!¡± ¡°Even if killing me doesn¡¯t have the least bit of importance?¡± The Purified looked at her with eyes full of pity. ¡°In that case, let me show you the real power of the Church.¡± Suddenly a red light appeared behind Zero and condensed into a ferocious looking war chariot. Its shape had such extreme dimensions that it immediately crashed against the walls of the garden. To Garcia, the two sharp metal spears at the top of its head looked like the report given by one of the Wolf King¡¯s personal guards ¨C a kind of never before seen ballista which was attacking the walls. Both its range or power are at unprecedented levels. Don¡¯t tell me that this monster in front of me, is what the guard has been speaking about. Then she heard a loud hum. The thick and solid spear directly broke through the layer upon layers of barriers Garcia had set up, not even bothering to spend any power to tear her in half as she was immediately sent flying backward. As she flew she could see her own organs and blood being left behind. In unbroken succession, the war chariot continued to shoot those spears, thus soon after being restored, she again suffered the same death. She didn¡¯t even have enough time to create the snow powder and take the enemy down with her. Under the constant pain, her consciousness gradually became blurred, the earth began to shake, cracks appeared in the sky, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the garden burst into a blazing fire. ¡°A strong will can only delay defeat, it cannot change the outcome. Close your eyes now,¡± Zero said, ¡°You¡¯ve held it for long enough, rest in peace.¡± The moment her voice fell, the whole world broke apart. ¡­ ¡°Is it over?¡± Isabella curled her lips, ¡°Shouldn¡¯t it be done in an instant? You¡¯ve already changed back into your original appearance, but for quite a while now you haven¡¯t said a word¡­ I thought you really failed this time.¡± ¡°I found some fascinating things in her memory,¡± Zero opened her eyes, ¡°This way of thinking¡­ makes me sigh.¡± ¡°Oh? There are still things which can make you sigh?¡± Isabella said carelessly, ¡°That kind of strange alchemy powder should be something you have found out, right?¡± ¡°Well, the alchemist called it strong snow powder and the composition is quite simple. All the needed components are the most common things in the workshop.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s like that then let us go back to the Holy City to report, we have already fulfilled all the orders given by His Holiness O¡¯Brien,¡± she spat out. ¡°This battle will continue for at least three to four days, but now without a leader or witch to guide them, those remnants won¡¯t count as a threat to the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± Zero nodded. ¡°Hold on¡­¡± Isabella shouted for her to stop. ¡°What happened?¡± Was it an illusion? Obviously, there¡¯s no change in her appearance from before. But why do I feel that the look from her light red eyes has become somewhat different? Isabella carefully studied her counterpart but then shook her head, ¡°No¡­ it¡¯s nothing.¡± I guess I¡¯m just overthinking things. Chapter 315 Chapter 315 Celebration Feast A grand celebration banquet was being held in the main hall of Border Town¡¯s castle. In addition to the witches, the high-ranking staff in City Hall and the First Army all fully attended this feast. There were the nobles Barov Mons and Carter Lannis, and also Iron Axe and Kyle Sichi who were from a civilian background. Especially for the latter, Roland had to spend a lot of effort to persuade him to come out of the laboratory and attend this according to him ¡°meaningless¡± banquet. To include his subjects in this joyful event, besides giving a public speech he¡¯d also ordered the kitchen staff to bake a large amount of white bread by using the leftover refined starch from manufacturing explosives, and distribute the bread to all of the town¡¯s people. As long as they were in possession of an identification card, they could get a limited amount of delicious food at the City Hall. Even while the First Army was on their way home, most of the town¡¯s inhabitants had already learned of their victory in battle. Of course, they may not necessarily understand the purpose and significance of the expedition, but as long as there was free bread it counted as a day of celebrate for them. This was also Roland¡¯s first time imitating those ¡°lofty¡± banquets hosted in King¡¯s City. There was no barbecue and no large pieces of stewed meat, all the food was cut into small pieces and splendidly arranged on spotlessly white plates. At the edge of the table stood several basins that contained all kinds of seasonings, so that they could flavor their food according to their own taste, similar to the buffets of later generations. ¡°Welcome back,¡± Roland said, carrying two glasses of wine to Anna, ¡°The journey must have been hard for you.¡± ¡°You already said that at the pier,¡± Anna took one glass, ¡°And my answer is still the same, ¡®it wasn¡¯t hard¡¯.¡± When their glasses faintly touched each other, her eyes were filled with a sweet smile. Seeing this, Roland had to struggle to resist the impulse to embrace her on the spot. Instead, he went on and exchanged a celebration cup with the other witches. ¡°What about me?¡± Lightning shouted. ¡°You¡¯ll also get your share,¡± Roland said, calling over a waiter from whom he then took a glass of cider for her, ¡°Work hard.¡± ¡°I demand to drink white!¡± The little girl looked at him with big eyes. ¡°Uh huh¡­¡± After thinking about it, Roland finally decided to fulfill her wish. After all, this kid¡¯s curiosity had always been quite high, so if he refused her all the time, maybe she would learn from Nightingale and sneak into the kitchen, but she¡¯d be stealing wine instead, ¡°Alright, but only one drink.¡± ¡°Yeah!¡± When Roland handed her a weak white wine mixed with ice and grape juice, she suddenly approached and gave him a kiss on his cheek. ¡°Keke¡­ Is this the custom from the Fjords?¡± ¡°Sure,¡± Lightning nodded seriously, ¡°That¡¯s what my father told me!¡± Because it wasn¡¯t the first time they saw it, the other witches of the Witch Alliance didn¡¯t feel that it was too strange. However, Sylvie¡¯s eyes became round from shock before throwing an accusatory glance at Roland, and saw he was moving along while wearing an awkward expression ¨C does there really exist such a custom of kissing the head when celebrating heroic deed in the Fjords? Then it was time to exchange a toast with the ministers. When it came to the chief alchemist¡¯s turn, the man leaned over and whispered, ¡°Your Highness, since you gave me the ¡®Intermediate Chemistry¡¯ I have already read it twice, but, there are still a lot of things that I can¡¯t understand. ¡°If you are talking about that sub-atomic constitution of matter, that part involves a lot of physical knowledge, so you have to read another book to understand it.¡± Roland pointed out, ¡°So, I suggest that you first read the ¡®Elementary Physics¡¯ before going through the remnants of the Intermediate Chemistry again. This way, many of your doubts should be answered.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I was going to do, but¡­¡± he hesitated for a moment before continuing, ¡°Your Royal Highness, why are the colors used on the cover of each ancient book different? Does it have any special meaning to it?¡± ¡°That is¡­¡± Roland pondered for a moment, ¡°The color represents the requirements and time needed to comprehend it.¡± ¡°It was like this?¡± Kyle mused, ¡°From green to purple. So, it seems that the deeper the color, the more profound is the knowledge recorded within. In that way, ¡®Advanced Chemistry¡¯ must surely be black?¡± ¡°No, it is orange.¡± ¡°Ah,¡± Kyle got startled, ¡°Why?¡± Roland smiled, ¡°Who knows?¡± ¡­ Halfway through the banquet, Roland stepped out of the hall and went to the castle terrace. Standing in the gently blowing evening breeze, he couldn¡¯t help but feel a slight chill. Half of autumn has already passed he realized, so in other words, it wouldn¡¯t be long before the lengthy winter would cover the whole Western Territory with snow and bring about the Months of Demons. But the situation during this year and the previous year had become as different as black and white. The trade with Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce had brought in a lot of floating amount of money, and in exchange for food and materials many of these gold royals were paid to the people in the form of a salary. According to statistics from the convenience market, the recent sales of products has shown a lot of growth, from which some of the goods would significantly improve the people¡¯s quality of life. Sales for products such as steak and eggs was growing especially quickly. There was no doubt that this was a sign of the gradual improvement in the living standards for the people. In particular, the indigenous population had all received new free housing, while their salary, compared to before, had also increased a lot. Nowadays, they had even started to buy food which they usually could only enjoy during festivals. The newly introduced population was still at the stage where they were busy saving money in order to purchase a house, but when they manage to settle down the market was bound to usher for a new peak in sales. What exactly do people need? Sometimes, eating and drinking one¡¯s fill was already enough to be grateful to their Lord and follow him until their death. During this era, most civilians were easy to please. ¡°Your Highness, beware of catching a cold,¡± Nightingale said, and appeared behind him with a thin coat in hand. She threw the cloth to Roland, took out a piece of dried fish from a bag and came to stand beside him, ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± ¡°Nothing,¡± Roland said, showing her a smile while he put on the coat, ¡°I just suddenly had the urge to see my territory.¡± ¡°It seems the town is still very busy,¡± Nightingale said and pointed to the still brightly lit town square, ¡°It¡¯s already night time and there are still so many people who haven¡¯t gone home.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because today was the first time they were showing the new drama, ¡®Dawn¡¯,¡± Roland explained happily, ¡°Furthermore, it was also the first show after the troupe¡¯s several months of departure from Border Town. So, the villagers have probably been full of anticipation to see Miss May and Misses Irene again.¡± But that being said, Miss May would soon become Lady May Lannis. He actually had never expected that his own Chief Knight would act so decisively to hold the hands of the Star of the West. When the other side had informed him with a sincere face about his intention, he was first stupefied for a while before he was finally to respond. The wedding of the Chief Knight needed the approval of his Lord, but Roland naturally had no objection to this kind of happy event. In the end, the wedding for the two was scheduled for after the end of the Months of Demons, more precisely, for the day when Border Town officially became a city. ¡°It was a dead place when I first snuck into this town,¡± Nightingale exclaimed, ¡°But now, even while standing in the castle, it seems I still feel the joyful atmosphere surrounding us.¡± ¡°Life will improve, day by day,¡± Roland looked up, looking at the cloudless night sky as he took in a deep breath. There were still many things left to be done such as expanding the scope of education, setting up a public health care, increasing the amount of cultural constructions, encouraging birth rate and so forth. All these things would transform the Western Territory into a stable force and lay out the foundation for the unification of Greycastle. Nightingale tilted her head and looked at him with keen eyes as she asked, ¡°So what about us?¡± ¡°Of course, the same is also true for you,¡± Roland said as he patted her head, ¡°I promise.¡± Chapter 316 Chapter 316 Re-exploration of the Stone Tower When Lightning saw His Highness leave she pulled Maggie to the corner of the hall. ¡°Goo?¡± Maggie¡¯s hair was almost hanging to the floor, giving her the appearance of a floating ghost whenever she moved. Pushing aside the white hair covering her cheeks, Maggie¡¯s high puffed up cheeks and the half swallowed crisp pork chop dangling in her small mouth became visible. ¡°I found a fascinating place,¡± Lightning whispered. ¡°It¡¯s hidden inside the Concealing Forest, I intend to go and explore it tomorrow. Would you like to come with me on an adventure?¡± ¡°Guru,¡± Maggie swallowed the food in her mouth and nodded again and again, ¡°I want, I want. What should we prepare?¡± ¡°To go on an adventure, you need three items¡­ Wrong, three of the most commonly used things,¡± Lighting discovered that from time to time she has started to use His Highness¡¯ strange vocabulary. ¡°You need a flint, dry food, and a dagger. The place isn¡¯t far from here. So it will be fine if you just take along enough food for a day. Don¡¯t fill your whole pocket with it like you did last time.¡± ¡°Okay goo,¡± Maggie patted her chest, ready to leave, but Lightning stopped her once again. ¡°Remember, that this adventure is our secret. Don¡¯t tell anyone else about it,¡± the little girl said, ¡°We¡¯ll start early tomorrow morning.¡± Looking at Maggie¡¯s back, who couldn¡¯t wait to get back to the table full of food, she curled her lips and began to think about their plan for tomorrow. Despite the success of the bombing mission and meeting His Highness¡¯ expectation, she found that her flying has become much less flexible than before, as if something was holding her back. Whenever Lightning raised her speed, she would always have the feeling that a Devil was chasing her. This obstruction was brought by fear, she realized. Furthermore, the source of her fear was the exploration of the Stone Tower, when she saw the horrible figure in the basement doorway, she had lost her cool and calm. At that time, her only thought had been to flee from that place as quickly as she could. Ever since then she had started to question her identity as an explorer. ¡°Fear is not terrible, terrible is the unknown. If you want to overcome it, you must approach it first.¡± Within her heart, Lightning silently repeated her father¡¯s teaching again and again. Tomorrow she might encounter real danger, but an explorer should not be afraid of risk, nor should they shrink back. If she couldn¡¯t get over it, she was scared that she would never be able to fly freely again. This was also the reason why Lightning decided to keep the adventure hidden from His Royal Highness and act without authorization. According to His Royal Highness¡¯ plan, the exploration of the Stone Tower was scheduled for after the Months of Demons and would be a cooperation between the First Army and the witches. However, she was worried that by that time, even if they visited the Stone Tower once again, it would be hard for her to see it as somehow fulfilling the idea of ¡°conquering the fear¡± ¨C only daring to approach the danger zone by relying on the strength of everyone, just couldn¡¯t be called an adventure. Afterward, His Highness may scold her, even going so far as confiscating her ice cream, and her sisters from the Witch Alliance would surely also be worried, but she was still determined to go through with it. As the daughter of the Fjord¡¯s greatest explorer Thunder, Lightning just couldn¡¯t accept her cowardly self. But it didn¡¯t mean that her decision was a reckless act. Compared with her unprepared attempt a few months ago, she now had a revolver -a gift from His Highness-, possessed a greater understanding of the Devils, and lastly, she was being accompanied by Maggie. Especially the last point¡­ If they really did encounter a group of Devils in the Stone Tower and even if Maggie couldn¡¯t change into her demonic beast¡¯s appearance to drive them away, they would at least still be able to flee on their own. An explorer doesn¡¯t need a brigade of troops to increase their courage, she thought, but they can still have a few trusted teammates. After dinner, Lightning gathered some pieces of honeyed meat and put it into a cloth bag, she then added torches, weapons, and water bags. The successful completion of the bombing mission gave her some confidence, together with His Highness¡¯s encouragement and her slightly cheeky reputation let her feel doubly courageous. And just like the blacksmith¡¯s saying went, ¡®it¡¯s best to strike while the iron is hot¡¯, tomorrow would be the best time for them to depart. At first light, Lightning flew to the top of the castle, where Maggie was already sitting on the wall and waiting for her. ¡°Let me check your package.¡± ¡°I got everything you told me, goo,¡± she changed back to her original form, opened her backpack and held it in front so that the little girl could confirm its content. This time she had reduced the amount of food to half, but at least had also added a dagger and a flint. ¡°Alright, this can be counted as qualified¡­ let¡¯s set off,¡± Lightning said rising into the air, flying together with the pigeon toward the Concealing Forest. ¡­ In her mind, Lightning had already repeated the journey many times, reaching a point where she could find her way there even with her eyes closed. The weather was a bit overcast today, but it was still much better than the dark clouds that had been there last time. As the color of earth slowly fell away behind them, the closer they came to the Stone Tower, the greater became Lightning¡¯s nervousness. ¡°Did you say you found an interesting place last night, was it a new eagle nest?¡± Maggie asked after a while. ¡°No, it¡¯s much more interesting than that,¡± Lightning shook her head. ¡°The target we want to explore is an ancient relict, a stone tower that has been left behind for more than four hundred years. Since the basement hasn¡¯t collapsed yet, we might be able to find some ancient books if we are lucky.¡± ¡°Ancient books?¡± Maggie shook her wings, ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound as if it¡¯s more exciting than digging for eagle eggs, goo.¡± ¡°An eagle nest has at most two to three eggs, something which you finish up in a flash,¡± the little girl said. ¡°But, if you actually can find such a book and bring it back to His Royal Highness, he will surely reward you with a basket full of eggs. Whether you cook or steam them, you¡¯ll be able to eat three eggs every day for a long time to come.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Maggie was full of spirit immediately, ¡°Then let¡¯s hurry up and look for ancient books! Googoo!¡± Around noon, the two successfully arrived at their destination. The remaining half of the stone tower was still hidden within the woods covered in moss and vines. Everything around them looked the same as a few months ago, it didn¡¯t seem as if anything had changed. Yet, Lightning still lowered her height and flew a few rounds around the tower to confirm their safety before landing gently. ¡°Have we arrived, goo?¡± the pigeon shouted from above her head. ¡°Hush¨C¡± Lightning signaled her to be silent, within the silence of the forest their voices seem particularly noisy, ¡°Speak softly. There could be Devils nearby.¡± ¡°The Devil?¡± Maggie¡¯s tail immediately erected. ¡°You wait for me at the top,¡± Lightning said with a lowered voice, pointing to the upper part of the broken tower. ¡°I will go and take a look at the situation first.¡± When she walked over the gradually withered grass, she could hear a slight rustling sound coming from her foot. Reaching the entrance of the tower, she saw that it hadn¡¯t been covered by plants and that the small cluster of vines cut off by her dagger last time was still there. Holding her breath, she moved forward along the former road and entered the tower. Taking one step after another, she slowly neared the center of the tower with its passage to the basement. At the time she saw the stair leading into the darkness in front of her, she even heard her heart loudly pounding. Fear comes from the unknown, to overcome the fear, you have to approach the unknown¡­ the little girl constantly encouraged herself, then lit a torch and climbed the stairs leading down. Reaching the corner of the channel, she quietly shot out a probing glance, only fragments were left from the collapsed wooden door. The basement entrance also wasn¡¯t blocked by the Devil, the only thing left behind at the door was a thick darkness, like an open mouth waiting to swallow the people who enter. At this moment, she suddenly heard traces of a voice floating over from the darkness, only faintly discernible but still feeling very familiar ¨C Immediately all of her hairs were fully erected, her body was grasped by shivers and the almost uncontrollable urge to turn around and flee came up once again! She grit her teeth and struggled to suppress the boiling fear at the bottom of her heart. Then, covering her mouth, she bent an ear and listened attentively one more time. This time the call was much clearer, the tone exactly the same as last time. ¡°Help me¡­¡± Chapter 317 Chapter 317 ¡°Ice Coffin¡± Lightning felt goosebumps roll over her body. She suddenly remembered all the stories that were spread among explorers ¨C Demons crawling from the abyss, the vengeful ghosts still bearing a grudge at the end of their life, or the wandering undead. These were the nightmares of every explorer, even if they were already dead they were still able to take someone¡¯s life. They were exceptionally good at using illusions and deception, so could it be that one of these monsters were hidden within this ruin? Although Thunder had said that these stories were just some nonsense made up by third-rate explorers, but at this moment she still felt shaken to her core. Otherwise, who would ever be able to keep shouting under the Devil¡¯s siege, even holding the same tone and interval after several months have passed? She was now facing a dilemma ¨C if they were indeed one of these evil things from folklore, they would have killed all Devils, but then it would become difficult for her to escape after having trespassed into their domain. But if the other party was still able to hold on until now, shouldn¡¯t those Devils still be inside then, what should we do? After hesitating for a moment, in the end, she decided to fly back to Maggie to discuss the next step with her. After hearing a short narration about the current situation, Maggie raised her head and said, ¡°We could extinguish the torch and stealthily find our way in goo, this way those Devils won¡¯t be able to see us.¡± ¡°Uh, but then we won¡¯t be able to see them either.¡± ¡°I can turn into an owl,¡± said the pigeon rubbing her face, ¡°The dark of night isn¡¯t a big problem for me, goo.¡± Lightning¡¯s eyes lit up, ¡°That¡¯s a good idea, but¡­ those legendary evil creatures, they live in the dark all their lives. Doesn¡¯t that mean they might have a way to find their prey? Otherwise, they should have died from starvation long ago, right? ¡°Didn¡¯t you say that they were all made up stories meant to frighten people?¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t me who said that, it was my father.¡± The little girl corrected. ¡°That¡¯s all the same. Anyway, living in Greycastle I have never heard of those undead monsters, if they were indeed so horrible, they shouldn¡¯t only remain in a little place like the Fjords, right?¡± Rays of light suddenly broke out of Maggie, and the pigeon suddenly began to swell, turning into a gray-brown owl, her eyes full of eagerness, ¡°I thought you would be interested in these legends.¡± That¡¯s right, if I want to qualify as an explorer, I should never let go of an opportunity to verify a legend. Not to mention that I still have to defeat my heart demons, if I flee now, I will waste all of my previous efforts. After hesitating for a moment, Lightning decided to go along with Maggie¡¯s suggestion. But wait¡­ the reason why I want to explore the ruins at all cost is so that I can overcome my fear, but why is Maggie so interested in exploring them? Could it be¡­ ¡°It can¡¯t be that you¡¯re so impatient because of the basket of eggs, right?¡± Hearing the question, the owl blinked her two big eyes before turning her head away. ¡­ Once again standing in front of the entrance to the basement, Lightning took a deep breath, tightly gripped her revolver as she silently entered into the deep darkness. She felt much calmer compared to before, that was probably because Maggie was squatting on her shoulder. The ground under her feet felt very wet, even so far that they could encounter some puddle of water from time to time. This area was the terrain¡¯s lowest point, thus the rain falling over the tower would slowly come to gather here. Although the basement was equipped with a drainage system in general, after facing wind and rain for hundreds of years, these hidden ditches were most probably already clogged up since an earlier time. Maggie patted her head with her wings, signaling that there were stairs leading downward in front of them. Lightning slowed her pace, and carefully, little by little she searched her way to the edge of the stairwell. Then, after having cautiously gone all the way down the stair and turned a corner, she suddenly saw a light appear ahead of them. A soft yellow light coming from the end of the stairs penetrating all the way through the dark, which, when falling onto the ground, would be reflected in shaking waves. She carefully studied this for a moment only to discover that the slight shaking on the surface was actually a piece of sewage. By looking at the lower half of the door which was buried in the water, it could be seen that the water level in the basement was about knee deep. She slowly walked to the point between the staircase and the water, lifted both her feet from the ground, then slowly floated over to the door and throwing a probing glance to the inside. And saw that the area behind the door was spacious and empty ¨C the stone tower¡¯s basement was unbelievable huge, offering far more space than the area it had covered on the ground. She couldn¡¯t detect any burning torch which created the yellow light. Instead it seemed that the light came directly from the stones that were embedded in the walls. It roughly outlined the contours of the basement, while at the same time allowing Lightning to see everything within the room. A stone platform was erected in the middle of the chamber with several figures standing on top of it. According to their burly size and the carapace on their back, it seemed that they were all Devils. Luckily, the enemy hadn¡¯t yet noticed any movement coming from the door, Instead each of them were holding a spear in one hand and a large shield in the other, surrounding a blue stone erected on top of the platform. At this moment, the cry for help was becoming clearer and clearer, as if someone was shouting directly into her ear. ¡°Save me, save me¡­¡± Lightning had to swallow. What should I do next? ¡°We¡­¡± ¡°Go and save her, goo,¡± Maggie whispered into her ear. ¡°Eh?¡± The little girl got startled,¡± But there are several Devils¡­ We cannot win against them!¡± She felt her hand that was firmly gripping the revolver begin to sweat, ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be a problem if it was Sister Nightingale instead of me, but I alone¡­ cannot do it.¡± ¡°Are they the demons you spoke off?¡± Maggie inquired, ¡°It seems as if they are already dead, goo.¡° ¡°What? Dead?¡± The moment her voice fell Maggie had already thrown herself into the air flying toward the stage, giving Lightning quite the scare, stunning for a moment. Otherwise, she would never have forgotten to pull her friend back. But when she finally came back to her senses Maggie had already thrown herself against one of those Devils. With no other option left, Lightning clenched her teeth and raised her gun; trying to remember all the important points that Nightingale had taught her. But what she then saw, was completely unlike what she had expected, when the owl pecked a Devil twice, it crumbled down, just like a piece of broken stones after experiencing countless years of wind and frost, turning into a pile of floating ashes. What¡¯s going on? Lightning stepped beside Maggie and looked at the other three Devils in amazement. Looking at them under the weak yellow light, she discovered that their bodies were covered with tiny cracks, and that spiders had spun nets between their legs, looking through their hideous helmets, she could see that their eyes and skin had turned pale, showing no traces of vitality. It was like this, she thought, within the dark light, an owl¡¯s eyes are indeed several times better than mine, which allowed Maggie to be able to speak so confidently. But before she could relax, Lightning¡¯s gaze was already completely attracted by something else. On the high platform surrounded by the Devils stood a huge cube. What had looked like a stone column from a distance actually turned out to be transparent crystal when seen from up close. Wrapped within the crystal cube was a woman who wore a gorgeous robe, her eyes were closed, her hands stretched open, and her hair spread out behind her as if it was still fluttering in the wind. ¡°Is she a witch, goo?¡± Maggie asked as she flew to the top of the crystal then fiercely pecked against the surface. However, this time it didn¡¯t crumble into countless pieces, but instead sent out a sharp and clear hitting sound, ¡°Very hard, goo!¡± ¡°I do not know,¡± Lightning murmured as she laid her hand against the crystal. A cold chill penetrated her skin ¨C the crystal¡¯s surface was covered with thick dust, which made it obvious that the woman had been in this ¡°sarcophagus¡± for a very long time. Yet her expression was still so lifelike, her eyebrows were raised into a frown, looking a bit confused, but even more than that, they also seemed a bit anxious and worried. ¡°Save me¡­¡± The sound could be heard once again, it was coming from behind the crystal. Chapter 318 Chapter 318 Unknown Roland scratched over the surface with the brush, writing a long paragraph on paper. Before he came to this world, he had only drawn mechanical blueprints using the computer. At that time he had already thought that there would only be small chances where he would ever need to write characters using a pen, never did he expect to have to use this kind of ancient form of recording ever again. Two papers filled with text laid next to his hand, containing the next plans for what he wanted to implement. One plan was the large-scale production of sulfuric acid and the new equipment that was needed, made by the hands of Anna and Soraya. Instead of using lead for the reaction vessel, they would use the more robust and reliable iron together with an anti-corrosion coating. Furthermore, the vessels would be made three times larger than the previous trial version¡¯s. Considering that at the present stage there was fundamentally no way to collect or purify the produced industrial waste gas (mainly used from combustion of sulfur and leakage of nitrogen oxides), Roland decided to place it at the southern end of the industrial park ¨C far enough away from the residential area and the Redwater River. Furthermore, he planned to use stones so as to better isolate the building and also erect a chimney to raise the altitude at which the emissions would be released. Increasing the output of sulfuric acid was of great help to enlarge the scale of concentrated nitric acid, so putting this equipment into production would be the most important task at present. The content of the document were instructions to Kyle Sichi to select a group of disciples who will be specializing in the production of sulfuric acid. In addition, Barov also needed to recruit some reliable local residents who could work as auxiliary handyman, raising the number of staff required for the chemical plant to around 100 people. The second document was the formation of a public health care system. To be honest, Roland wasn¡¯t familiar with this subject. Talking about it, he didn¡¯t even understand a single thing about modern medicine. However, this didn¡¯t prevent him from using his common sense to develop a plan which meets all of their current needs. First of all, the biggest task of this department would be to give publicity to modern scientific discoveries. Things such as boiling the water before drinking it, the fact that meat has to be fully cooked before eating, the cause of illnesses and how they manage to spread, the difference between parasites and microbes, and so forth¡­ Thanks to his growing prestige it wouldn¡¯t be difficult for him to get people to do what he wants, but if he wanted them to understand why they should do something, he would need someone to do the publication and education for him. It would be useless if they only spoke once about these things. Instead, it had to be repeated seven or eight times, maybe even dozens of times, like those slogans that were hanging at the edge of the field. If they continually spoke about it, their view would always become accepted in the end. The second part was encouraging the birthrate ¨C since the City Hall only had a limited number of staff, Roland did not want to set up a separate family planning department. Thus he temporarily also placed this under the public health care¡¯s responsibility. The population was always the most scarce resource in this era, and the best way to confront this was by leading people to give birth to more lives. Nana¡¯s ability completely erased the risk of giving birth and many of the other thorny problems. And with her help, the post-natal survival rate would almost be around one hundred percent. In order to avoid the abandonment of baby girls, as well as restricting any changes of something like that happening in future, Roland developed a full subsidy and punishment policy. For example, the subsidy for baby girls was slightly higher than for baby boys, subsidies would be given in installments, and the abandonment of babies would be punished with fines or imprisonment, and so on. The last point was the regulation of payment. Except for fertility treatment, the hospital would charge a fee in accordance with the amount of magic that Nana needed to use. This way it would reduce the little girl¡¯s burden as well as lay the foundation for the future hospital system. Roland had also already found the first person he wanted in charge of this department, Viscount Tigu Pine, Nana¡¯s father. The third document, was currently in the state of being written, and was the most complex and far-reaching plan ¨C it was the plan to establish Border Town as a city. It was related to the problems created by the expansion of Border Town and the later merger with Longsong Stronghold. When that time came about, there would definitely be a demand for new laws concerning the governance of these two places, and both the judicial system and the public security system would have to be implemented. However, if he wanted to make these points watertight, merely relying on his own knowledge wouldn¡¯t be enough, thus Roland intended to draft a list first, and later discuss all the details with City Hall Premier Minister Barov. After finishing the introductory part, Roland felt some pain in his wrist from all the writing so he went to the window to take a break. Today¡¯s weather was very gloomy, and from morning to afternoon he had yet to see the sun. The sky was consistently being covered with dark clouds, and gave the impression that torrential rains would soon be coming. The chilly autumn wind swept over the castle backyard and Roland heard the olive leaves rustling. At this moment, a black spot appeared on the horizon, flying in the direction of the castle. ¡°It¡¯s Lightning,¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice came from behind him. ¡°She probably went to the Concealing Forest to pick some mushrooms again,¡± Roland said with a smile. Usually, when they weren¡¯t on investigation duty, the goal of Lightning and Maggie¡¯s practice was left up to themselves. Therefore, it was entirely reasonable for them to not come back to the castle to eat lunch. According to the two, they would often be somewhere in the woods looking for some eggs and honeycombs, or catching some strange animals to barbecue and eat. It was likely that all explorers would ultimately transform into Bear Grylls. Although the bird kissing mushrooms mainly grew on trees, he could not help but always think of the story called: ¡®The mushroom plucking girl¡¯. ¡°Your Highness, your¡­ smile is a little strange.¡± ¡°Keke, I had to think of a little short story, do you want to hear it?¡± ¡°Ok?¡± Roland cleared his throat, ¡°Once upon a time, there was a little girl, she liked to gather mushrooms¡­ Wait.¡± The shadow was slowly growing, but contrary to what they expected it didn¡¯t fly over the castle, but instead lowered her altitude and went straight to the window of their office. Feeling shocked, Roland opened the window only seconds before Lightning directly flew into the room without stopping. ¡°Y-Your Highness!¡± Hardly had she landed when she already started to shout in excitement, ¡°I found a witch!¡± ¡°A witch?¡± Roland asked full of curiously, ¡°Where?¡± ¡°In the Stone Tower hidden within the Concealing Forest,¡± Lightning pointed to Maggie, who flew into the office just at that moment, ¡°She can testify!¡± ¡°Googoo!¡± Maggie agreed. ¡°Stone Tower?¡± He frowned, ¡°Carefully tell me what happened, from the beginning to the end.¡± After listening to Lightning¡¯s narration, Roland could not help but suck in a mouth of cold lump. This fellow is too bold, actually only taking a pigeon along she dares to explore a ruin which contained Devils. But what¡¯s even more frightening, is that there is still a witch sealed inside these ruins. Of course, there is also the possibility that she could be an ordinary person sealed away by a witch¡­ In any case, this is incredible news. ¡°What was the cry of help?¡± ¡°It is coming from this thing. I found it on a table behind her,¡± Lightning pulled a palm-sized square box from her pocket, at first glance it looked just like a small make-up mirror. However, when she opened the lid, Roland saw a red gem embedded inside of it, and when Lightning pulled a trigger next to it, the anxious sounding voice of a female suddenly appeared in everyone¡¯s ears. ¡°Save me¡­¡± Hearing the voice, Roland¡¯s body began to shudder, the sound seemed to flicker, sometimes appearing near sometimes coming from far off. It was indeed somewhat horrifying, if he imagined himself hearing this distressed voice after entering a dark underground chamber, he would certainly turn around and flee without any hesitation. ¡°The gem contains magic,¡± Nightingale appeared behind them and said in astonishment, ¡°Within it, I can see a weak magic whirlpool, just like inside a witch¡¯s body.¡± Well, it seems to be a magic machine which continuously repeats previously spoken words. With this, the probability that the other person is a witch has increased. ¡°Did you find any other stones inside the basement of the Stone Tower?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t take a closer look, also, many parts of the room were flooded,¡± Lightning shook her head. ¡°At that time, I only thought about coming back and telling you about this news as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Never do something like this again, especially if you want to go to a dangerous place, you should first ask for permission,¡± Roland patted her head, then looked over at Nightingale, ¡°Call Iron Axe and all of the members of the Witch Alliance over to the office. The exploration of the relics will be scheduled earlier than planned.¡± Chapter 319 Chapter 319 Autumn Snow After the others arrived, Roland informed them about Lightning¡¯s discoveries from beginning to end. ¡°A transparent crystal coffin in the basement of an ancient ruin, without any sign of corrosion even though the environment is damp and moist, a magic stone which regularly released a call for help, and Devils broke into countless pieces upon contact¡­ What do you all think about this?¡± ¡°You mean she could be a witch?¡± Anna pondered, ¡°If she is still alive, we can probably learn more about what happened four hundred years ago.¡± ¡°It is also possible that she isn¡¯t a witch, or even from that era,¡± Scroll said after a moment of hesitation, ¡°Furthermore¡­¡± ¡°Furthermore, she might not necessarily be on our side,¡± Leaves added. This sentence left Roland slightly shocked. Indeed, if these remains had been left by the Church, it is more than likely that the other side could be a member of the Church. Also, according to Lightning¡¯s description, she was wearing a gorgeous gown, which could mean that she was a high-ranking member. In the case that she was an ordinary person everything would be alright, but if she really is a witch, then dealing with her would be quite tricky. Looking at the fights Ashes and Nightingale had been in, it could be seen that it was impossible to predict the kind of attack a witch could perform beforehand. Furthermore, there was no clear dividing line to rank witches by strength. The extraordinaries might be unable to contend against witches with unique abilities even when they were wearing the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and if combat witches were surprise attacked by support witches the situation would be equally worrying. No one can guarantee that her ability won¡¯t pose a threat to the Witch Alliance if she held any malicious intent towards us¡­ unless, we wake her within the influence of a God¡¯s Stone of Relation. ¡°You¡¯re all crazy, how can you even think that she won¡¯t be on our side?¡± Lily, grasping her forehead, could no longer sit still and decided to interrupt, ¡°She should be from more than four hundred years ago, how could she still be alive today? It goes without saying that witches all die young, even if they possess the strong body of an extraordinary witch, they might never exceed a hundred years of age. All of you are thinking too much. Most likely it¡¯s just like I said, the moment we free her, the person inside will be just like the Devils and turn into dust.¡± ¡°The reason why most witches die young is because of the so-called Demonic bite,¡± Roland corrected, ¡°A witch¡¯s physical fitness is generally much greater than the average person. Thus their actual lifespan should also be longer.¡± ¡°The average person¡¯s lifespan is forty to fifty years, ah,¡± Lily grunted, ¡°Do you think everyone can live as long as a turtle can?¡± The reason why the average lifespan is merely forty to fifty years is because of an inadequate food supply and the low level of medical care; as long as the standard of daily living is increased, it should quickly increase by another twenty years. However, what she said is by no means utterly unjustified, Roland conceded, even if I add those twenty years, there still remains a gap to reach four hundred years¡­ Even if we were turtles, I¡¯m afraid we could never live for that long. ¡°But she is still alive, really,¡± Lightning cried aloud, ¡°If you could¡¯ve seen her, you¡¯d immediately understand why I say so. Compared with the dead Devils she looks entirely different, her skin is smooth, and her lips are full of color. Tell them Maggie!¡± ¡°Goo! What Lightning said is true!¡± ¡°Alright, don¡¯t fight,¡± Wendy stood up and interrupted. ¡°No matter if she is still alive or already dead, it¡¯s worth a try.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Scroll asked unsure while knitting her brows. ¡°If she really is one of those Church¡¯s witches, as long as we hang a God¡¯s Stone of Relation around her before she wakes up it should be all right. Moreover, we also have Anna and Nightingale, so I believe she won¡¯t be able to cause much of a problem.¡± Wendy calmly said. ¡°The key point is, it is possible that she might know about the incident that occurred more than four hundred years ago. The possibility that she can bring light into the darkness is worth the risk of rescuing her.¡± Indeed, gathering more information about the Devils is very critical for the survival of Border Town. Moreover, any news the Church desired to hide so much will surely be extremely unfavorable for them. Thus, if we can take hold of this knowledge ahead of time, there¡¯s a chance that it might help us take the initiative in the future battle. Soon after, Anna and Nightingale also agreed to Wendy¡¯s view, so even though she still thought that it was wrong, Scroll no longer opposed them and the Witch Alliance came to a consensus. ¡°The First Army?¡± Roland looked toward Iron Axe. ¡°At most, you can send up to fifty people,¡± the latter started to talk, ¡°Your Highness, you already sent out several squads to assist City Hall to recruit refugees from the other regions, by now there are only around 500 left in Border Town. Even though Timothy has encountered Heaven¡¯s wrath, there¡¯s still a chance he might become desperate and launch a large-scale assault on the Western Territory. Thus, the First Army needs to have enough soldiers to guard against a possible attack from King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°I understand,¡± Roland said while nodding. A size of fifty people is a little small, if they happen to have to face a long-range attack from the Devils who can throw their spears from out of view, the damage caused could be quite serious. If I want to make up for this, in addition to Lightning¡¯s and Maggie¡¯s air surveillance, Sylvie¡¯s magic eye ability will also be essential. The ideal force to send out would be a ground force, supported by a team of witches stationed in a hot-air balloon. The witches will be responsible for observation and close combat battles, while the First Army will use their flintlocks to suppress the enemy over a long distance. But then, the witches from Sleeping Island will also learn about the existence of the Deep Sleeper in the ruin. Roland thought through all the possibilities again and again, but in the end, he still decided to bring Sylvie along. After all, during this rescue mission, their safety would still be the most important consideration. Just when he planned to arrange the rescue plan, Mystery Moon exhaled loudly before exclaiming, ¡°Heavens¡­ What is happening?¡± Hearing her cry, everyone followed her gaze and looked out of the window, only to freeze up immediately. Roland not daring to believe what he saw opened the window, then was finally forced to accept what he saw, beyond any of their expectations white flakes had begun to fall from the gloomy sky. They were hiding the sky and covering the earth, but completely lacked any sound. He stretched his hand out, catching a handful of white drops, which made an ice-cold sensation spread through his palm. It¡¯s snow. This is not normal¡­ According to his knowledge, it would only snow in the Western Territory during winter, but now, it wasn¡¯t winter yet! ¡°It is normal for it to snows during the last month of autumn?: He looked at Iron Axe, but the latter wore a serious expression and said, ¡°I have been in Border Town for seven or eight years, and until now I have never experienced something like this.¡± Once the snow began to descend from the heaven, it meant that the Months of Demons had arrived, and the sun would be buried behind a wall of clouds until its next brilliant bloom. During this time, the entire Western Territory would face the threat of demonic beasts. Not to mention the First Army, even when using a hot air balloon, the witches would still be in danger ¨C at this time, the Concealing Forest was full of savage demonic beasts. So leaving the protection of the wall was an incredibly risky matter. For now, he was forced to call a stop to the rescue mission and wait for the sky to clear up. At the bottom of his heart, he felt that the early snow was likely an accident and would soon end. After all, the temperature was still at the average level of autumn and it also hadn¡¯t dropped by much. However, three days later, the town was wrapped in silver, the distant mountains and woods were covered by a layer of white gauze. A beautiful scenery like this was definitely a rare view in his past, but Roland wasn¡¯t in the mood to appreciate the landscape. Although the snowfall had weakened a lot, there were still some snowflakes falling from the sky. The First Army had also entered a state of full alertness, and has established regular patrols along the new wall. Furthermore, they had also erected a temporary camp at the foot of the new city wall, so that the soldiers would be able to quickly enter into battle. The temperature had changed almost overnight, forcing Roland to change his clothes from his unlined garment to a knitted cotton coat. On the fourth day, hearing the news from the front made Roland¡¯s heart drop. The western city wall had suffered an attack from demonic beasts. The Months of Demons had arrived more than one month ahead of time. Chapter 320 Chapter 320 ¡°Sleeping Spell¡± Fjords, Sleeping Island. ¡°I never expected that the first guest of the ¡®Sleeping Spell¡¯ would actually be you,¡± Tilly smiled and said as she handed over a cup of boiling hot fish soup, ¡°It was only due to your help that we could explore the Shadow Islands.¡± ¡°You are too polite,¡± Thunder answered as he received the fish soup, ¡°Regarding the Mysterious Sea, even if I don¡¯t receive any more commissions from you I would still like to go there a few more times for myself. To be honest, without your witches¡¯ support, exploring the sea east of the Shadow Island would definitely be very dangerous for an explorer.¡± He sipped his fish soup, then let out a sigh, ¡°Ah¡­ it¡¯s boiled black-tailed fish soup, it¡¯s really delicious.¡± In the Fjords, black tea and barley wine from black tea were considered to be unpopular, she was used to the custom of eating a bowl of ice cold frozen fish during midsummer, while here they drank a bowl of boiling hot fish soup when it got cold. They used a different method to cook the fish so the taste was not at all the same, this was something Tilly had gradually come to understand after arriving at Sleeping Island. ¡°Therefore, you were impatient to come and visit the Sleeping Spell?¡± ¡°The right thing to say would be that I can¡¯t wait to go on the next expedition,¡± Thunder straightforwardly stated. ¡°The scene I saw last time when I looked through the observation mirror left me stunned ¨C what is there on the land and for what reason is there a stone gate embedded inside that overhanging cliff? I wish I could fly there and go take a look.¡± ¡°Is that it¡­¡± Tilly also poured a cup of fish soup for herself, ¡°You should already be aware that I¡¯m planning to personally go to Border Town. One reason is to personally speak with the feudal lord and Witch Alliance, another reason is so that I can increase my knowledge by experiencing the Months of Demons in Border Town. You¡­ don¡¯t you want to come with us and take a look?¡± For a moment Thunder was silent, but then he said with a broad grin, ¡°Not yet. She should be having quite a good time over there. The way it is right now is also good¡­ After all, the thing with exploring is, an accident can always happen one day. I already lost her mother, I really don¡¯t want to also lose her. When that time comes, I ask you¡­¡± ¡°I will,¡± Tilly nodded, ¡°After all, she is also one of our members.¡± Speaking until here she stopped and showed him a smile before continuing, ¡°But business is business. Even though you have helped us a lot, you still have to take the costs to employ our witches on the table.¡± ¡°Of course, business is business, that is the way of the Fjords.¡± Thunder drained his bowl of fish soup before he laughingly agreed. ¡­ ¡°So, who did he hire?¡± As she saw that Thunder had left the palace, Ashes entered the hall from outside, sitting cross-legged before Tilly. ¡°¡¯Magic Servant¡¯ Molly, ¡®The Door of Random¡® Orbit, and ¡®Puppet¡¯ Remote Shadow.¡± Tilly spread out the contract, ¡°In the end, the fee was set at four thousand and eight hundred gold royals. The payback is very generous, right? ¡° ¡°Four thousand¡­¡± Ashes¡¯ eyes became big, ¡°Where did he get all the money from?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget, Thunder is the most famous explorer in the Fjords,¡± the 5th Princes said laughingly, ¡°No matter if it is the discovery of new routes or finding treasures when exploring new areas, all of it can bring in plenty of money. It was only because of this that he was repeatedly able to recruit such a large group of experienced sailors who would be willing to follow him to explore those mysterious and dangerous zones. But, with witches, he can greatly reduce the risk, and ever since ancient times it has always been thought as a good bargain when one can offset risk with money.¡± ¡°However, is that really okay?¡± Ashes asked unsure, ¡°The establishment of a bounty guild will indeed bring a lot of wealth for Sleeping Island, but, at the same time, the abilities of us witches will be exposed; if this ever spread to the Church¡¯s ears¡­ ¡° ¡°Sleeping Spell¡± was a new guild that Tilly had formed. From it, explorers could hire suitable witches to help them complete their expeditions. Of course, in addition to the main project, they would also provide many convenient services, such as repairing damaged items, producing exquisite works of art, quickly constructing houses, providing insecticide for growing flowers and so on ¨C as long as the witches don¡¯t use their ability to do anything evil, ¡®Sleeping Spell¡¯ will come to be accepted.¡± Of course, all this was only possible under the premise they announced their abilities publicly. Tilly took Ashes¡¯ hand, ¡°Didn¡¯t I already tell you? I do not care about those gold royals, but I hope that through the bounty guild more people will learn about Sleeping Island, and thus reach out to us to make a deal. Thunder has a saying I agree with, ¡®Fear comes from the unknown¡¯, the same is true for the witches. The fear of the people of the Fjords and the Four Kingdoms is nothing more than the slander of the Church and the result of their own ignorance. ¡°I can¡¯t force them to take the initiative to come in contact with us and try to understand us witches. Therefore, we can only step forward and actively go and promote ourselves. Telling them again and again that we witches aren¡¯t the Devil¡¯s messengers and that our abilities aren¡¯t strange and unpredictable ¨C that they awaken from ordinary people, and that our essence is still that of a human being. ¡®Whenever there is a complete understanding of each other, there will no longer be anything left to fear¡¯.¡± She paused for a moment, then continued, ¡°As for the Church, they have never cared what we are capable of. They simply send out their Army of Judges to capture us, they even occasionally send out the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Furthermore, regardless of our abilities, in front of the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, they are all the same.¡± ¡°I hope you are right,¡± Ashes whispered, ¡°I only know how to fight and kill, but regarding this matter I¡¯m unable to help you.¡± ¡°You have already helped me a lot,¡± Tilly said showing her a reassuring smile. ¡°If we want to further develop Sleeping Island, the most important thing for us will be to associate the Fjord¡¯s inhabitants with us witches from the island. The creation of mutual understanding will be a slow process, and I¡¯m only doing all this in order to shorten the process as much as will be possible. In addition, the bounty guild can also play a special role in achieving our goal,¡± she stuck out her tongue and revealed a sly smile before saying, ¡°That¡¯s to find new uses for the seemingly useless abilities, so that support witches will no longer be discriminated against or think of their abilities as useless.¡± Hearing her reasoning Ashes began to laugh, ¡°There are always so many reasons for your actions, whenever you reveal so many layers one after another it makes it hard for other people not to come to accept them.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because I¡¯m always saying the correct thing,¡± Tilly said before changing the topic. ¡°Maggie has not returned to Sleeping Island yet, could something have happened?¡± ¡°Perhaps something has delayed her travel,¡± Ashes pondered about her next words, ¡°Or¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°She might no longer want to come back,¡± Ashes said, while shrugging, ¡°Compared to the Fjords, the living condition in Border Town is much better. In the past, I already told you not to send witches there. What will we do if Honey or Lotus also don¡¯t want to come back?¡± ¡°Then we should head over there at once,¡± Tilly said. ¡°Oh, well, I will immediately get ready¡­ what?¡± For a moment Ashes froze before she recovered enough to ask, ¡°W-We are going to travel to them?¡± The 5th Princess curled her lips, ¡°Didn¡¯t we reach an agreement that we will help them resist the demonic beasts, and, while doing this, we can also conventionally pick up the other witches. If we don¡¯t have Lotus, the people coming with the Crescent Moon Bay immigration next year won¡¯t have any houses to live in.¡± ¡°But right now, there is still one month left to the beginning of the winter, do we really have to go so soon?¡± ¡°We will have to spend a lot of time on the road. And if Border Town happens to encounter any trouble along the way we might have to help the witches as soon as possible, and¡­¡± She winked at Ashes, ¡°I also want to go see what kind of person my disgusting older brother has turned into.¡± Chapter 321 Chapter 321 The Law of Border Town Early in the morning, the cold woke Roland up. He climbed out from under his cold blanket, put on his wool coat, then immersed his feet into the warm water bucket. This was one of the corrupting privileges which he could only enjoy as a Prince ¨C every morning, a maid would put out a basin of hot water beside his bed, as well as a clean towel and a cup of warm milk which would warm up his body almost instantly. Of course, compared to the powerful nobles who had other methods to constantly keep their beds warm, he felt that this was good enough. The former 4th Prince had always attempted to invite Tyre over with exactly that thought in mind, but unfortunately, he wasn¡¯t able to enjoy it before his death. However, the new Roland didn¡¯t enjoy this practice, so when the position become vacant he had filled it with an elderly but experienced maid instead. In fact, this choice proved to be the right one. Since nowadays there were so many witches staying inside the castle, but she still managed to keep the inside and outside of the castle in good order. The fire in the fireplace had gone out long before, leaving only white flying ashes behind. Through the cracks in the open window, the cold wind blew into the room, it was so bone-chillingly cold that it was hard to believe that it was still autumn. Roland dried his feet, then washed the rest of his body with another tub of hot water before going over to the window and closing the small gap he had opened through the night. Even though open fireplaces were very common in this era, he was still worried about the issue of carbon monoxide poisoning and thus he always left a small gap open before he went to bed. This way, with the fire burning the temperature could be kept all the way through the first half of the night, but, after the fire went out there was no difference between the temperature inside and outside when morning came. I have to come up with an idea to solve this problem, Roland thought, or I won¡¯t be able to sleep in the future. After eating breakfast, Roland took Nightingale, his Chief Knight, and his personal guards on a routine inspection of the city walls. The vast expanse of grass between the new city wall and the old city has become a vast expanse of white. As they walked over all the thick snow the soles of their shoes made crunching noises. Lifting his head, he saw a pale gray sky and falling snowflakes that occasionally came floating into the gap between his coat and his neck, bringing with it traces of coldness. He knew that it was very likely that this kind of weather would continue until spring next year¡­ or it might even be longer. ¡°How is the situation at the defense line?¡± ¡°It¡¯s much better than the last time,¡± Carter Lannis said, looking relaxed, ¡°Most soldiers of the First Army have already gathered experience on the battlefield. Furthermore, now that we have these revolving rifles, ten guards are already enough to protect about one hundred meters of the city wall, and suppress all the demonic beasts that appear at the feet of the wall. In addition, compared to the old stone wall, the new wall is about half a meter higher, which is a height that is very difficult for a wolf to reach. Due to this, the defense has turned into mere shooting practice for the soldiers. As long as no mixed species appear these monsters won¡¯t ever be able to step one foot past the defense line.¡± ¡°It seems everything is well.¡± As Roland boarded the wall, all the soldiers he came across gave him a salute, standing straight with their head held high and their chest out. Just by looking at their spirits, it was already clear that the soldiers had completely changed from the time they spent as part of the militia. At that time, although they stood side by side on the wall, seemingly uniformly stabbing with their pike, it was in truth nothing more than a conditioned reflex formed after repeated training. The expression in their eyes was war numb, their movements were all stiff, and when someone took a closer look they would immediately see that most of them were trembling slightly. But the soldier¡¯s eyes at this moment were brimming with self-confidence. After going through the ceremony, they immediately turned around and continued to monitor the battlefield. Walking along the city wall toward the Concealing Forest, the area became much livelier. The temporary shelters for the serfs and refugees was arranged within this area. When Roland looked down from the top of the wall, it seems as if many slopes were arranged in lines parallel to the wall, looking like upward and downwards moving waves. Each of those slopes offered a place for ten rooms, with an inner structure that was identical to that of a cave. The thick walls were able to maintain the indoor temperature, while the kang heated the room and a linen cover at the entry kept the cold out. The whole area was divided into two blocks, the one close to the wall was called the West Side and was used to shelter the refugees; while the East Side set further away from the wall has been assigned to the serfs. Every day the City Hall would send out people to distribute food and charcoal, while the refugees had to take over the task of delivering for the soldiers of the First Army who were protecting the walls. As for the serfs, most of them had all the wheat they needed. With the exception of some people who went out to look for a job to earn some extra money, the others all rarely left their warm houses. At this moment, suddenly a fierce argument broke out at the junction between the East and West side. When Roland became aware of it he went over and saw a group of people standing in the middle of the road that passed through the residential area that were bust arguing out loud. One of them wore a blue and white uniform and seemed to be a clerk who worked in City Hall. It didn¡¯t take long for the verbal quarrel to escalate into a fight, both sides began to push each other and strike one another, turning the whole scene into a mess. ¡°Your Highness,¡± Carter asked. ¡°Let¡¯s go take a look,¡± Roland agreed. When they reached the place where the disruption was happening the chief knight took the lead and went straight into the fighting crowd, immediately knocking down two or three of the trouble makers. And as Roland¡¯s personal guards, having already drawn their swords shouted out for everyone to stop, the scene soon fell back under control. Discovering that the newly arrived people were actually the Lord¡¯s men, the two quarreling sides fell immediately on their knees just like breaking waves. ¡°What is your name?¡± Roland frowned as he asked the clerk who had two punch marks on his face, ¡°What¡¯s going on here? Who attacked you first?¡± ¡°Your Highness, my name is Khoya Harvie,¡± he cried and hid his face with his hands. ¡°It was that damned refugee who hit me first, it¡¯s the man dressed in brown linen! I was still busy distributing food when he rushed up to me like a dog who¡¯d gone mad.¡± Hearing Khoya¡¯s words and after being pointed out, the man wearing refugee clothes turned and said, ¡°Your Highness, things didn¡¯t happen as he described it. These people and the serfs conspired to blackmail us. Every time they distribute porridge they collect money, but, at the time you took us in you clearly told us that it would be free!¡± Hearing him speak left Roland slightly surprised. All of the refugees who had come from the east coast had been combed through by the City Hall; they¡¯d already sorted out all of the craftsmen, people with special abilities, or those who were literate. Those were moved to the inner circle, so the remaining people here should supposedly be ordinary civilians. But judging by his tone of voice and his choice of words it didn¡¯t resemble a civilian at all. In contrast, it was the man from the city hall who had used words like ¡®damned dog¡¯ and other insults, which left a really disappointing appearance. Since he had a well-known family name¡­ in all likelihood, he was one of Duke Ryan¡¯s former people. ¡°I have said that before you are officially incorporated into Border Town the porridge and shelter will all be free of charge,¡± Roland repeated once again in front of the refugees. ¡°Today, those words are still valid!¡± ¡°His Highness is merciful!¡± ¡°Long live the Lord!¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Highness!¡± The refugees began to shout while kowtowing. But at the same time, Khoya Harvie¡¯s face turned livid. ¡°However, fights within the inner territory resulting in injuries are a violation of the law. In particular, attacking a member of the City Hall,¡± Roland said, then ordered his personal guards, ¡°Take all the refugees and serfs who started the fight and bring them to the castle, I will personally try this fight.¡± He paused, and then looked at Khoya with interest, ¡°I would also like to ask you about this matter of charging for the porridge.¡± ¡­ Chapter 322 Chapter 322 Western Territory Security Bureau Returning to the castle hall, Roland went to sit in the Lord¡¯s seat that was overlooking the subjects gathered within the hall beneath him. In his memory, the only time the 4th Prince has ever used his right to exercise a trial was the first time he had come to Border Town. Later, after his fallout with the nobles and his dissatisfaction with his current lifestyle in general, he had thrown everything into the hands of Barov, never asking him anything about it. Seeing that everyone was present, Roland called for the trial to begin. At first, he let all sides state their case, then he asked them questions of his own ¨C with Nightingale there secretly assisting him it wasn¡¯t necessary for him to determine who was deliberately lying and who spoke insincerely, nor did he need to have the meticulous mind of a grim reaper, concluding who was responsible became effortless and simple. Soon the whole truth of the story was revealed. At heart, Khoya Harvie was unwilling to accept that he was deprived of his identity as a knight, at the same time he had also grown tired of the tedious writing work at the City Hall, which resulted into a stomach full of resentment against the refugees. He made use of the opportunity presented by the distribution of the wheat porridge to purposely charge the refugees a fee and instigate dispute between both sides. He deliberately told them that it was because the serfs didn¡¯t turn over all their grain that the wheat stock wasn¡¯t enough and for that reason they could not give out porridge free of charge. In fact, what made Roland the most aggravated was that Khoya was only able to charge them for several days because he had been wearing the eye-catching uniform of the City Hall and that the refugees had been worried about the possibility of retaliation from officials that they kept silent. Until today, when a refugee named Vader had stepped out in protest against his behavior, and from this commotion everything had then been exposed. When Roland finally understood the whole situation he felt relieved. An organization on the rise should be brimming with vitality, full of youthful energy. Later on, when the situation was more stable, corruption and rigidity would be inevitable, but that should only be something that happens after the unification with Longsong Stronghold. If those problems were to appear in the beginning, then the organization would be doomed to never go very far. However, it now appeared that Khoya had acted on his own and that none of the other officials of the City Hall had been related to this matter. Furthermore, it was only a matter limited to extorting money, and not the thing he had feared the most, which was serfs selling and reselling grain in private. Of course, to some extents, Roland was also the one responsible that the situation had develop to this. Due to City Hall originally being so desperately short of manpower, Roland had placed the surrendered Knights under Barov after only giving them a warning about the circumstances and no further screening or training. The result showed that not everyone had been able to accept the job without complaint or bare the great mental pain of dropping in rank from a knight to a civilian. Roland called Barov to his side and asked him in a low voice: ¡°What would other Lords do in this case?¡± ¡°Your Highness, there are two possibilities,¡± the latter respectfully replied, ¡°If the offender is a nobleman, after paying a few gold royals the situation would be turned over and they could be let go without any further punishment. While the punishment for a civilian attacking a noble can be big or small, from cutting off one hand to flogging.¡± ¡°But Khoya is no nobleman,¡± the Prince responded, ¡°I have deprived him of his title.¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s true, Your Highness. In this way, the disposition will be based entirely on the mood of the Lord.¡± ¡°There are no fixed numbers?¡± Barov shook his head. Hearing this Roland began to frown, that it is entirely dependant on the mood of the Lord means that in the eyes of the nobility it doesn¡¯t matter how civilians are treated, they do not consider them as ¡°people¡± at all. ¡°In addition to cutting off hands, breaking feet, whipping and pulling fingernails are there any common punishments? For example, imprisonment?¡± ¡°Imprisonment?¡± Barov asked startled, ¡°You mean to simply lock them away? What kind of punishment would that be? A prison is only a temporary place for holding the sinner, sooner or later they will be brought to trial and their case will be closed. During their imprisonment, you have to feed them the whole time, I¡¯m afraid that it would be a reward for some people.¡± Well, it seems that the general term of imprisonment used in later generation won¡¯t be very useful here. After thinking about it for a moment, Roland decided to follow the rules of the castle. He stood up, and let his gaze wander over the people gathered beneath him, ¡°I¡¯m ready to give my verdict now.¡± ¡°Khoya Harvie, because of dereliction of duty, extortion of refugees, you are abolished of your position within City Hall, sentenced to work in the mine for ten years, and to be fined with three times the amount you have stolen. ¡°Vader, as the first to attack a City Hall officer you will be sentenced to ten lashes with the whip. ¡°All the other refugees and serfs involved in the fighting are fined two silver royals or five lashes with a whip. ¡°The distribution of the wheat porridge will continue to be free of charge, all previous extorted money will be refunded.¡± He looked to the Prime Minister of the City Hall, ¡°You will carry out the above ruling and also announce the result to the people in the temporary residential area.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Royal Highness,¡± Barov said. Back to the office, Roland leaned against the back of the chair and stretched, he then felt a pair of hands resting on his shoulders and gently massaged them. Closing his eyes Roland enjoyed a moment of leisure. This matter had made Roland realize that with the increasing number of people in the city, the authority of the City Hall had also expanded rapidly and that they might already have to face the problem of internal regulation by now. He did not want to set up an institution similar to the prosecutor¡¯s office, but he was also unwilling to set up an independent public security bureau of later generations. Not only would the former need a larger number of literacy personnel, they were also prone to attack each other, interfere in the commission of the policies, the appointing and expelling systems of government, and hinder the implementation of new policies. While the latter weakened the Lord¡¯s authority in disguise. It would still be better if he kept those powers, such as the formulation and interpretation of the law and holding a trial, in his own hands. What he needed was a simple yet effective System which didn¡¯t require many people to play the role of a supervising organization. Roland took hold of one of the hands placed on his shoulders. Feeling her hand being grasped, Nightingale stepped out of the fog and sat on the edge of the table while holding the Prince¡¯s hand, she then crooked her head and asked: ¡°What¡¯s up?¡° Her slender legs dangled from the table, swaying in the air, forming a perfect curve with her high tube moccasins and her close-fitting pants. Roland coughed twice, ¡°I intend to set up a new department which will supervise the City Hall, as well as arrest other people who attempt to harm the Western Territory or destabilize the community. This department only needs to report to me and will be completely independent of the City Hall or the First Army.¡± Emphasizing every word Roland went on, ¡°I will name it the ¡°Western Territory Security Bureau¡± and I want the first supervisor to be you.¡± ¡°Me?¡± Nightingale blinked confusedly. ¡°That¡¯s right, only you can easily distinguish the truth of the spoken words. Furthermore, any cheats or tricks will be meaningless in front of you, ¡°Roland nodded. ¡°How is it? If you wish, I can provide you with my own afternoon tea¡¯s ice cream during winter, and also¡­¡± Nightingale gently pinched his hand, ¡°It¡¯s unnecessary to say that, I promise I will comply ¨C anything, as long as it is something you want me to do.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. She laughed, but didn¡¯t let the silence continue for too long and instead said, ¡°But what should I do?¡± ¡°Well, the supervising part will be very simple,¡± the Prince got his emotion back under his control, ¡°I will set up an accusation box at the entrance to the castle area, thus you only have to check the contents of the reporting letters inside.¡± If he wanted to solve the problem in the least costly way, it would be to use the masses to supervise, as well as make the City Hall supervise itself. Just like last year when they had caught the spies during the Months of Demons. For future generations, this method wouldn¡¯t be easy enough to use. No matter if it was the reported target or the reporter themselves, it would need a lot of effort to verify. Simultaneously, there could also be cases of false reports, mistaken reports about correct situations, and not to mention deliberate framing. But in front of Nightingale¡¯s ability these shortcomings wouldn¡¯t be a problem. Verifying the information would be very easy for her, she merely had to question the accuser in person ¨C truthful reports would be rewarded while false accusations and false reports would be punished. Centering the implementation around these two points, the system was bound to be extremely efficient. ¡°As for maintaining the stability of the Western Territory, and eliminating threats and hidden dangers, it will be more resemblant of a national intelligence system. However, for this, I will slowly extend your hands until your eyes are spread over the whole of the Western Territory.¡± Chapter 323 Chapter 323 Ministry of Public Security Roland already had a rough plan of the future public security system for his territory. At present, the town had a population of about twenty thousand. Besides the local indigenous people, there were also people who had immigrated from Longsong Stronghold as well as the refugees who have escaped from the Eastern Region. By the time the messengers sent by Barov came back, they might already have brought people from the Northern or Southern Region of the kingdom and as a result would further complicate the cultures that the population consists of. With all the different morals, conflicts like what had happened today would only become more and more common. He would therefore need to establish a public security system to separate the First Army¡¯s task of patrolling from internal and external violence. He had already thought of this issue before but had not thought of anything definite because of how few staff he had. However, now that he had the First Army to fight against the demonic beasts and the population was growing very rapidly, the time to implement his plan had come. By formulating and interpreting the laws himself and holding trials of major crimes, he would be the first and also the final instance; the public security would capture criminals according to the law while also settling civil disputes. The Security Bureau would be responsible for maintaining the purity of the system and to effectively prevent the corruption of the systems, they would also use public security personnel to carry out the corruption cleaning operations and in that way save on human resources. This was the outline for Roland¡¯s security system. The ideal situation would be if he could first try to run the security system in Border Town, and by the time he had established Border Town as a city next year he would expand the system to the whole of the Western Territory. By then, no matter if it was an autonomous Lord¡¯s territory or not, they would all have to implement the same set of laws and accept the rule of a unified department. Only he alone would be able to stand above the law. As the mightiest noble of the Western Territory, Roland knew that it was unrealistic to say that everyone was equal before the law, nor could he abolish the aristocracy. But at least he could make sure that the traditional system of feudal fiefdom does not exist within his city anymore. If they wanted to get the protection of the Western Territory, they would have to hand over their power of self-governance. As for the head of the Ministry of Public Security, Roland already had the right person in mind for that. Someone filled with a strong sense of justice while also not being pedantic, Carter Lannis would be a fitting choice. * When Vader stumbled back to his temporary residence, old man Kukasim came out to welcome him. ¡°You¡­ never mind.¡± ¡°It¡¯s tolerable,¡± Vader grumbled, ¡°His Highness only sentenced me with a punishment of ten whips.¡± ¡°Let me take a look,¡± Kukasim eagerly stepped forward. ¡°Go back to the house,¡± Vader said as he walked into the house where the warmth inside immediately dispelled the chill within his body. As the door closed, it appeared as if the inside and outside were two completely different worlds. Compared to the wooden sheds from before which would let through wind and rain, this somewhat low and narrow mud house gave people a sense of comfort. That¡¯s right, the locals seem to call this house ¡®cave dwelling¡¯. The old man let him lie on the kang, and when he tore off the clothes at Vander¡¯s back he couldn¡¯t help but suck in a mouth of cold air. ¡°Your back is covered with blood, I¡¯ll go get some ash to cover it.¡± ¡°Wait, there is no need. It¡¯s only dried blood left from from after the torture, the blood has already stopped flowing long ago.¡± He had to repeatedly pause as he spoke, ¡°Sir Knight has said that it would be best to keep it open like this and to wait for two or three days by which time the wound will have already healed.¡± ¡°Two or three days?¡± Kukasim shook his head in fear, ¡°No, son, by then you may have already fallen into a high fever and your back will swell up into a ball. Even if you might have a strong body, you will still need at least a week to recover. You of all people should be aware of what happens when a disease flares up.¡± ¡°You may not believe it,¡± he licked his dried lips. ¡°But I don¡¯t feel much pain from the wounds on my back. On the contrary, I feel a cool and itchy feeling, which is a sign that its healing. After they finished the whipping they splashed a bucket of water on my back¡­ ¡° ¡°Saltwater?¡± The old man frowned. ¡°At the beginning, I had the same thought, but the scorch I expected did not come,¡± Vader laughed twice, ¡°The Knight executing the penalty said that this can eliminate all disease-causing microorganism. If I want to let my wounds heal quickly, I shouldn¡¯t do anything superfluous with it, and allow it to dry.¡± ¡°What are those disease causing micro¡­ organism?¡± ¡°Microorganism,¡± he curled his lips, ¡°Who knows what they are, most probably something related to those witches.¡± The old man lowered his head, then after a long time he opened his mouth again: ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have stepped forward because of me, if it is only words it¡¯s still bearable¡­ ¡° ¡°If we were to keep on enduring it, we would have to suffer under an even more severe treatment. I know that kind of person, they have the morality and appearance similar to many of the nobles living in King¡¯s City,¡± Vader spat. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that in this area the snow will last for several months, but the money we have won¡¯t last until then.¡± He paused, ¡°and¡­ I also deliberately picked that time to hit him.¡± ¡°Caused, deliberately?¡± Kukasim asked disbelievingly. ¡°Yes. After all, the Prince will always appear on the west side of the city wall at this time of the day. Since he had promised to give us free food, he must hate this kind of behavior which is damaging his reputation. Thus, this was also the most effective way. If we had merely caused a simple fight, it wouldn¡¯t be certain that it would ever reach His Highness¡¯ ear. After all, Kohya Harvie might have received instructions from others. So if any of the City Hall officers wanted to suppress news about this, it would become meaningless regardless of what we said.¡± ¡°But he could also have been instructed by His Highness¡­¡± ¡°The possibility that this was the case was very low. If His Royal Highness wanted to save his money, then the three meals he promised would be reduced to two meals. Furthermore, I have inquired about him in advance and no matter whether it is the local residents or those serfs, all of them praise His Highness¡¯ kindness and wisdom.¡± Vader said, smiling proudly. ¡°You see, I wasn¡¯t gambling or anything like that, right?¡± ¡°Originally¡­ so that¡¯s how it is,¡± the old man sighed in relief, ¡°It seems you really have considered everything already.¡± But there was also a part I hadn¡¯t guessed, Vader thought, that was the penalty. Working for ten years as a patrol officer in Valencia, he had a profound understanding of the ugliness hidden beneath the city¡¯s glamorous appearance. There were more than a dozen of nobles who have used their power to blackmail, even among the ranks of the patrols. Therefore, there wasn¡¯t much need for him to want to punish these nobles. His Royal Highness¡¯s reaction had been basically the same as what he had expected, it was only that the amount of punishment was beyond his expectation. In this kind of circumstances, the Lords who mind their reputation would have ruled the suppressor as the innocent party, but he instead had punished everyone. It seemed that His Highness cared more about the system than of his reputation. For a Lord, accustomed to doing as he pleased to care so much for his subjects, this was something that was rarely seen. ¡°What are you going to do next?¡± The old man asked after a moment of silence. ¡°Just like Sir Knight had said, rest for two days, then continue as before, and help those guys carrying those strange weapons by delivering groceries.¡± ¡°You could have lived a decent life together with the craftsmen in the inner city.¡± ¡°But it would be impossible for you to get in, Kukasim. So, stop talking about this,¡± Vader said, shaking his head. ¡°I refuse to leave you behind.¡± This old man was neither his family nor his elder. Half a year ago, the other had still been a prisoner kept in prison. Everyone knew that the old man had been pushed forward by the black street rats to act as a scapegoat, but this matter appeared too often that the patrol had become too lazy to take notice of it anymore. Later, when a group of pirates looted Valencia, Vader had believed that he would die within the turmoil, but in that critical juncture, the old man hidden within the prison had covered him with his stinking bed sheets which in the end allowed him to luckily escape. Vader did not expect that he would be saved by one of those prisoners he was normally so unwilling to look at. But at that moment he had finally come to understand that there was essential no difference between how they acted and the disgusting nobility. The other two people in the room were both aware of Kukasim¡¯s identity, but since he was looking after him they didn¡¯t dare to touch him. However, in case he left, they would certainly try and make trouble for the old man. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, everything will be fine.¡± Vader patted his counterpart¡¯s shoulders. Two days later, he heard the news from the inner city that His Highness was recruiting for the positions in public security. Chapter 324 Chapter 324 Signs of the sea ¡°Hey, girls, do any of you want a bowl of fish soup?¡± Captain Jack asked after stretching his head into the cabin, as smoke curled up from the pipe he held in the corner of his mouth, ¡°A lucky fellow caught a large tailless trout just a moment ago.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Tilly Wimbledon nodded. ¡°We¡¯ll come over right away.¡± ¡°Is it fish soup again?¡± Ashes said regretfully after the Captain left, ¡°Where in the world is such tasteless fish soup even remotely tasty?¡± ¡°You can ask for a little salt if you want to add it to the soup,¡± Breeze laughingly said. ¡°Pepper would also be alright, but that¡¯s more expensive. I¡¯m afraid Mr. Jack won¡¯t want to give it to you.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t put anything into the soup. Boiled soup keeps its original flavor, while also keeping the quality of the food itself,¡± Andrea said, gracefully sorting her long light golden hair, ¡°Lady Tilly, I would presume we were supposed to go to the captain¡¯s room.¡± ¡°As long as it is something warm we should go over right away,¡± Shavi, who had the shortest stature of all of them, muttered, ¡°My toes are stiff.¡± Following along the stairs the group entered the captain¡¯s cabin in the Charming Beauty. One Eye Jack stood near the porthole, looking at the white track of the rolling waves spreading out behind the ship. ¡°This damn weather, how can it suddenly become so cold?¡± He asked, puffing out a cloud of white smoke, ¡°Oh You Three Gods, it¡¯s supposed to currently be mid-autumn, ah~.¡± ¡°Maybe the gods just fell asleep?¡± Ashes said and shrugged. ¡°Pei Pei, you can¡¯t say words like that when you are in the middle of the sea ,¡± Captain Jack grinned, ¡°The Emperor of the Sea is always keeping his eyes on us,¡± he said and put his hands on his stomach before making a praising gesture, ¡°Let it be for now, we shouldn¡¯t think too much of it. Let¡¯s first fill our bellies with warm fish soup.¡± In order to fully enjoy the warm food in the captain¡¯s room, he did not hesitate to open a big hole in the floor, put a brazier frame in the middle, and fill the space that was left with sand. In this way he could keep the heat isolated and avoid igniting the whole ship. A large pot of soup was bubbling above the brazier, making a rumbling sound and filling the room with an overflowing fragrance. The six people took their shoes off and sat in a circle around the brazier. They buried their feet in the warm sand, completely surrounding their ice-cold toes with the hot gravel and enjoying the warmth from the burning charcoal. Tilly received the fish soup that the captain had offered her and gently blew on the piping hot soup to cool it. Compared to the milky white surface of boiled black tail fish soup, this bowl of soup was a deep yellow with oil bubbles floating on its surface, giving it a crystal sheen when reflecting the light. When she occasionally saw some green and white specks within the soup, she knew that the captain had taken some goods from his own reserves. After all, due to frequently sailing for several months on end, it resulted in that the crew could hardly ever eat fresh vegetables and fruits. Thus, these soft green onions were obviously some vegetables which he had deliberately preserved within iced saltpeter. The fragrance of the green onions neutralized the fish¡¯s own fishy smell, and harmoniously mixed in with the ginger and ale, making it taste all the more rich and delicious. When the soup became cold enough that she wouldn¡¯t burn her tongue, Tilly drank a small sip, before pausing and gently blowing again. She could clearly feel every small mouthful of it, after drinking the soup a warm current flowed along her throat and into her stomach, where it rested, releasing a nice and warm feeling. The chilliness soon faded, almost as if her body was experiencing a slight fever. ¡°Try and add some pepper,¡± Jack said, pointing at the seasoning jar standing next to the brazier, ¡°In addition to enhancing its taste even more, it will also especially expel the cold. It¡¯s even more effective than wine.¡± ¡°Although tasting its original flavor is the true meaning of eating food, but I must say, the added ingredients are perfect, bringing out the flavor to perfection,¡± Andrea praised. ¡°Won¡¯t you drink something?¡± Tilly asked while looking at Ashes. The latter waved her hand, ¡°I would better let it be, I¡¯m really unable to stomach the fishy taste.¡± At first, Tilly was also unable to accept the habit of the people of the Fjords who loved eating fish for every meal. They ate it in all kinds of variations, roasted, boiled, and not to forget deep fried. Furthermore, there was also something similar to frozen fish, fish sauce, caviar and other strange preparations¡­ However, after she had forced herself to eat it several times during formal banquets, she¡¯d discovered that its taste was quite good and that once she became familiar with the taste of the sea it could instead further serve as a contrast for the food¡¯s tastiness. Like those sun dried fish, roasted cuttlefish and even the fried fish with its pungent smell, was something she could by now enjoy eating. ¡°Our High and Mighty Miss Ashes¡¯ appetite has already been corrupted by Border Town¡¯s barbarous cooking,¡± Andrea said, ¡°It is a pity that the taste of spices and fine salt not only made her lose her ability to identify what¡¯s delicious. It now seems that not even any of her courage is left.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Ashes glared at Andrea. ¡°Why, isn¡¯t it like this?¡± Andrea issued a series of laughs, ¡°Just a little fishy smell is enough to make you flinch. Willful like a little girl, how do you expect us to believe that you will bravely step forward when Tilly needs it?¡± ¡°So it was actually like that¡­ it seems you want to provoke me to play with you,¡± Ashes voice suddenly became gentle, ¡°Give up, Border Town has a terrible weapon. Far more powerful than your arrows. Even then, I was still able to win the duel. So, if you would like to take over the post of Tilly¡¯s personal guard from me, you will still need to practice for a few more years¡­¡± She paused, ¡°I misspoke, you would have to practice your whole lifetime.¡± ¡°You ¨C!¡± The corner of Ashes¡¯ mouth rose as she said, ¡°Besides, the fine food that His Highness Roland invented was not only the layering of spices and salt, only when you try it will you be able to understand. Remember, don¡¯t let your drool drip on your clothes, Lady Tilly cannot afford to lose face.¡± ¡°Nonsense, it will be you!¡± Tilly could not help but smile. These two witches were Sleeping Islands most powerful combat witches. They would often fight against each other to determine who would be number one, Tilly knew however, no matter if it was Ashes or Andrea, they were also her best subordinates. During the time of danger, they wouldn¡¯t hesitate to fight side by side, both working together to build the impregnable walls surrounding Sleeping Island. The two¡¯s quarreling lived up the atmosphere in the room, and as she saw the scene, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but think of the five witches she had sent to Border Town. Are they doing well in my brother¡¯s place? At this moment, the Charming Beauty suddenly began to shake violently. ¡°Be careful!¡± Ashes shouted as she grasped the 5th Princess. The iron cooking pot on top of the brazier turned over and the soup that poured out put out the charcoal fire. The brazier standing on the wok was overturned to the ground, the soup poured out the charcoal fire, while the fish meat ended up on the ground. A sharp whistle came from outside. ¡°Enemy attack! A sailor rushed into the captain¡¯s room and shouted, ¡°Captain sir, Sea Ghosts are coming! More than one!¡± Sea Ghost¡­ isn¡¯t that another name for demonic beasts Tilly got shocked, how can they even come to this place? As the group ran out of the cabin, they could see more than a dozen fish monster with crabs legs entering the deck, and some that were still climbing up the two sides of the Charming Beauty. With their six legs they moved fast and nimble like cockroaches, wielding a humanoid arm on both sides of their head; their humanoid arms had an amazing strength, which could easily break a seaman¡¯s neck. ¡°Since you are unwilling to accept my challenge, we will have to compete,¡± Andrea shouted as she snapped her fingers. Her fingers began emitting a golden light which turned into a bow firmly held in her hand, ¡°The one who kills the most monster is the strongest.¡± ¡°No matter,¡± Ashes countered as she pulled her strange sword from her back, ¡°I¡¯m on.¡± Chapter 325 Chapter 325 Arrow of Light Tilly poured her magic into the flying magic stone then jumped into the air, from where she could overlook the entire deck. The crew of the Charming Beauty was mostly formed out of experienced sailors, so after the initial panic subsided one after another they picked up their weapons and grouped together to fight against the demonic beasts to gradually guide them to the aft of the ship. It was obvious that it would be impossible for them to defeat such a large number of enemies with their strength alone, so their only hope lay in the witches that were together with them on board. When Ashes joined the battle the situation quickly changed. She was like a gust of wind, causing all the monsters to cry and scream as she passed. Any demonic beasts daring to face her sword met with a clean cut; leaving with severed limbs scattered all across the deck. Unwilling to fall behind, Andrea released one arrow after another. Her magic longbow allowed her to use any object at hand as an arrow and release it with an alarming power and accuracy. So she rarely prepared a conventional feather arrow, but rather a bag of glass beads. The glass beads were solid enough that it could cross a distance of twenty paces and penetrate the demonic beast¡¯s head, turning the brain into a mass of paste, only allowing them to weakly twitch before turning limp, without even managing to release a single miserable cry. Breeze and Shavi pushed their way back and forth over the deck and rescued the injured sailors. Under the protection of an invisible barrier, the demonic beasts weren¡¯t even able to come close to them. Even on seeing the demonic beasts quickly being beheaded, and their number rapidly beginning to dwindle, Tilly still did not dare to relax. These fish-shaped monsters were clearly not enough to cause the violent shaking that the Charming Beauty had felt at the beginning. Instead, it was as if there was a huge monster hitting the bottom of the ship from below. Without the protection from Molly¡¯s servant, the force would have been strong enough to turn the ship into a piles of broken wood floating in the sea if it managed to hit the ship a few more time. At that time, the witches would just barely be able to protect themselves while probably only a few seamen would be able to escape ending up in a fish belly. Just like she had expected, the moment Ashes¡¯ sword had cut down the last demonic beast, a gigantic shadow, which was much too large to be a fish, appeared in the water in front of the ship¡¯s hull. It quickly approached them and once again bumped into the Charming Beauty. ¡°Be careful!¡± She shouted. Her voice had hardly fallen when the shadow once again passed beneath the bottom of the ship, causing the sailboat to start violently shaking. Two masts began to issue a series of cracking sounds, as if they would come crashing down at any moment. Fortunately, the shadow didn¡¯t attempt another attack, and instead quickly disappeared into the depths from where it could attack the Charming Beauty with its back, shaping its knife and fork for a satisfying meal. After dropping down back on the deck, Tilly quickly summarized the situation. ¡°We must force it out of the sea, otherwise sooner or later this damn monster will manage to sink the ship.¡± Ashes declared with a frown. ¡°I¡¯ll try it,¡± Shavi said. ¡°Since it¡¯s coming from beneath when it hits the bottom of the ship, as long as it gets in close enough, I could use my barrier to stop it.¡± ¡°Oh Emperor of the Sea above,¡± Old Jack cried out as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, ¡°If it¡¯s really as huge as Lady Tilly said, I¡¯m afraid that ordinary attacks would be unlikely to work against it. So how would you kill it, even if you are able to force it out of the sea-¡° ¡°Just let me do it,¡± Andrea combed her loose hair back behind her ears as she showed them a confident smile. ¡°There is no enemy able to resist my full power within a distance of ten steps.¡± It wasn¡¯t long before the shadow appeared again, but this time it had changed direction and was coming at them from the stern of the Charming Beauty. Monitoring the situation from high up in the air, Tilly immediately called out a warning. When Shavi heard her she quickly ran into position and jumped off the ship. Previously she had firmly tied a hemp rope around her waist, while the other end was in Ashes¡¯ hand, who could use it to control Shavi¡¯s falling height. As the shadow approached, Shavi quickly opened her barrier, splitting the dusky sea water, as if it was separated by something invisible. As the monster rushed into the barrier, its huge bulk stopped and Shavi let out a pressured groan, her hands were hanging down beside her body, as if she was using an enormous amount of strength. Looking down, the shadow beneath her feet was rapidly expanding, and the water was rising violently. ¡°Quickly pull her up!¡± Tilly shouted as she rushed downwards. Using all her power, Ashes single-handed pulled on her end of the rope. The moment Shavi fell on the deck, a huge sea monster came roaring out of the water, causing waves which made the Charming Beauty sway heavily. The monster looked like a mixture between a shark and an octopus, with a triangular head which was covered with several tentacles, all of which shot straight toward the deck. Even without hearing its cry it became clear that the unfathomable impact has made it incomparably angry, as it let its adult thigh sized tentacles rain down onto the ship, trying to break everything apart, but even from the beginning up until the end it had no way to penetrate Shavi¡¯s defense. ¡°Andrea!¡± Ashes bent down, entwined her fingers and formed a step with her hands. ¡°Coming,¡± the latter set a foot onto Ashes¡¯ palms and shouted, ¡°Give me everything you¡¯ve got!¡± Thrown by extraordinary power into the air, Andrea turned into an arc and within the blink of an eye, she had already appeared above the monster¡¯s head. She summoned her magical longbow, pulling the string to its fullest, unexpectedly there were flashes of light breaking out between the bow and its string. Rather than flashes of light, it seemed as if the sun had actually come out from behind the clouds, reflecting across the sea¡¯s surface in a golden luster. ¡°Go!¡± The light flashed, and with an ear-piercing cry an arrow, made purely out of magic, it drilled right into the monster body like a strike of thunder. The monster¡¯s gray-brown skin suddenly swelled, and golden cracks appeared all over its body, before finally, with a loud explosion, it shattered. The huge explosion created ripples across the surface of the sea. Its blood, which was as black as ink, dyed the sea a pitch-black, while viscera came falling from the sky like rain. The previously attacking tentacles all curled up and sunk back into the sea together with pieces of the monster¡¯s blown up head. Andrea crashed into the sea. ¡°Ah¡­ Help, help I can¡¯t swim! Guru, who¡­ who¡¯s going to pull me out?!¡± Ashes glanced toward the seemingly tired Shiva before she helplessly sighed. ¡°She is indeed only a handsome fool,¡± she said then unhooked the sword on her back and jumped into the sea to swim to Andrea¡¯s side. As the threat of a sunken ship was lifted, Tilly finally felt some relief. At least she no longer had to worry how they were going to travel on their own to Border Town. But just at that moment, she suddenly felt something cold on her nose, raising her head, she could not help but freeze on the spot. She could see snowflakes falling from the gray sky, flying around like white fairies, filling her entire field of view. ¡°This¡­ is snow?¡± Tilly asked in disbelief as she looked at the melted water on top of her hand, ¡°Graycastle has snow during autumn?¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s like I said. The further West we go, the colder it becomes,¡± One Eyed Jack said as he pulled out his pipe, ¡°It seems you are really returning toward an abyss of suffering.¡± Tilly was unable to answer, only showing a dignified look. Breeze had originally come from the Kingdom of Dawn, which had a favorable climate throughout the year, while Jack was born within the Fjords, where even during the strongest winter it was difficult for them to see heavy snowfall. But for Graycastle¡¯s Western Region, snow had a special meaning. Her court tutor had once said, that once the snow began to fall it wouldn¡¯t stop for a long time. Just like the Devil¡¯s fanfare it symbolized the beginning of the Months of Demons and would only settle after the Months of Demon had come to its end. Although the beginning of the Months of Demons isn¡¯t at a fixed date, generally it won¡¯t start before the beginning of winter, can it be that Border Town is already under the attack of demonic beasts? Moreover, those Sea Ghost would usually only appear East of the Burning Fire Island, but right now there are even traces of them at the most southern corner of the Vortex Sea. I wonder if those merchant ships sailing between the Fjords and the Four Kingdoms are also under attack from these monsters. Tilly was starting to feel more and more worried. Navigating through the whirling snow for two more days, they finally saw the hazy coastline on top of the horizon. Chapter 326 Chapter 326 Contact ¡°Is this the place where you landed last time?¡± Tilly asked, looking at the tall rocky cliff standing in front of them. From the moment they had first seen the coastline, the Charming Beauty had followed it all the way westwards, until Ashes finally shouted for them to stop when they¡¯ve reached the known beach. ¡°Yeah, take a look at them,¡± Ashes said as she pointed at the top of a cliff. Tilly followed the direction of Ashes¡¯ finger with her gaze and saw an orange flag on both sides of the peak flapping in the wind. ¡°Although it was a sandy beach when came here last, those two flags prove that we haven¡¯t taken the wrong road.¡± ¡°I also had the same impression,¡± Old Jack said, the pipe as always still in his mouth, ¡°But the last time they came, it was with a huge balloon which they had used to carry all the woman over the mountain. So, how are you planning to get over that?¡± ¡°Huge balloon?¡± Tilly asked curiously. ¡°That¡¯s right, it can fly when it is filled with hot air,¡± Ashes nodded in confirmation, ¡°It is said that it¡¯s one of His Highness¡¯ inventions. The principle behind it is to use the power from hot air to carry the balloon and the people inside up into the sky.¡± The 5th Princess looked somewhat worried as she stated, ¡°The court mentors have never taught us anything like that.¡± She then spat out a mouthful of white air before continuing, ¡°No matter, I will see him soon, and when I do I will naturally come to know the truth. Let¡¯s go ashore.¡± ¡°Are you sure you don¡¯t want to wait aboard until he comes to pick you up?¡± The captain asked, clearing his pipe from ashes, ¡°How are you planning to cross the cliff?¡± ¡°Shiva will handle it,¡± Tilly said smilingly. Since it was a naturally formed coastline and no one really knew the depth of the seabed, the Charming Beauty couldn¡¯t approach the shore. So the only way to send the people towards the sandbar was by using the landing boat. When the group of witches stepped onto the thick snow, Tilly turned toward One Eyed Jack and said, ¡°Mr. Captain, please wait here for three or four more days, Lotus and the others will also need your help returning to Sleeping Island.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± the captain agreed immediately, ¡°Without you witches on board, I wouldn¡¯t dare to sail back, ah. Who knows whether those Sea Ghosts will attack again on our way back home.¡± When everything was said, Tilly went to the edge of the cliff and used the flying magic stone with her ability to head straight to the top of the hilltop. Looking around, the terrain behind the mountain was much higher than the beach, it was almost at the same level as the hilltop. In other words, they would only have to go up and there would be no need for them to go down again to land. The height of the cliff was about fifty paces, and the magic consumption of the barrier would be increased when used against objects, but such a distance should still be no problem for Shiva. Having slowly come to land beside the four woman Tilly said, ¡°Shiva, I will have to trouble you with those three.¡± ¡°Yes, Lady Tilly,¡± the latter said, showing a big smile while patting her chest. Then she summoned her invisible barrier. By now all of them were fully recovered after having rested for two days since last deflecting all the violent attacks from the sea monster. Waiting until all the people had stepped on top of her transparent barrier, she guided her magic, so that the barrier slowly rose up and soon they were above the hilltop. Then, with Ashes¡¯ guidance the group spent half a day until finally arriving at Border Town. The first thing that caught Tilly¡¯s eyes was a steel bridge with its unique shape. It spun across a wide river with only two bridge piers at the bottom to act as support. Its iron beams neatly arranged, without any unnecessary beam or additional decoration or patterns. The snow laying on top of the deck was in stark contrast to the exposed parts of the black bridge, giving it an initial impression of an air of grandeur. ¡°This bridge¡­ is really huge,¡± Breeze sighed, ¡°In the end, how many iron ingots did they need in order to create a bridge like this?¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a waste of materials. The traffic problem could have easily been solved with a pontoon bridge. What¡¯s the point of building a bridge so high?¡± Ashes said, making it clear that she thought differently, ¡°Border Town lays at the end of the route of merchant fleets, so which ship would want to travel to a river¡¯s origin to do business?¡± ¡°That¡¯s the opinion of people who only have a superficial knowledge and experience,¡± Andrea said while elegantly shaking her index finger. ¡°Even though I¡¯m not a citizen of Graycastle, I can still see that the forest at the western side possesses a considerable value for reclamation. Even though there is no town there right now, that doesn¡¯t mean that there won¡¯t be one in the future. If you want to continue to expand your territory, it is a good choice to expand into an uninhabited area. At that time the pontoon bridge would only become a hindrance for the trading route, Lady Tilly¡¯s brother can be considered as someone thinking more long-term than you are.¡± Ashes raised her eyebrows, ¡°Previously you called him a vulgar nobleman who loved barbaric cooking, but now you¡¯ve already changed how you address him to Lady Tilly¡¯s brother?¡± ¡°The two words ¡®vulgar nobleman¡¯ were added by you,¡± the blond witch stated as she flung her hair away in a disdainful gesture, ¡°In addition, thinking long-term and barbaric cooking doesn¡¯t conflict, you shouldn¡¯t try to stirring up enmity in front of Lady Tilly.¡± Tilly, however, didn¡¯t care about this already common conflict between the two, her gaze instead was directed to the other side of the river. There she had noticed an incredible phenomenon. At this time the snow was still falling from the sky, the temperature no different than during the winter, so it was reasonable to say that it was a time the town¡¯s people should be hiding in their own homes, either around the fire, or rolled up beneath the quilt. Even in King¡¯s City, she had only ever seen a few people who had intensified their physical strength so as to elapse the bitter cold. If they wanted to keep their body warm, they would have to eat more than usual, not to mention the risk of catching a cold whenever they stepped out of the door. Therefore, apart from gathering the necessary food and drink, the overwhelming majority of civilians would always avoid any sort of action in the winter. However, on the town¡¯s riverside there were people constantly coming and going, some pushing carts, some carrying big bags on their back, all walking hurriedly as if they were working. Yet, Tilly could not see a whip holding overseer anywhere among them, that was to say, these people were completely voluntary at their work. How can this be? After crossing the iron bridge, they were immediately stopped by two guards armed with peculiar spears, the guards were wearing uniform clothes and looked full of energy. Their demeanor completely different from the common patrols in the big cities. ¡°Stop, why have you come from the South?¡± One of them looked at them for a moment before asking, ¡°Wait, are you¡­ witches?¡± This question left Tilly slightly stumped for words. Even though she was already aware that witches were living openly within the town, when personally hearing ordinary people asking such a question in such a calm manner, it still set off a bursts through her heart. ¡°Yes, we are witches.¡± ¡°It seems you want to join the Witch Alliance,¡± the guard assumed laughingly. ¡°Please wait here. I¡¯ll report to the higher-ups immediately.¡± ¡°Wait? No, this is ¨C¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Then we will stay here and wait.¡± Tilly stretched out her hand to interrupt Ashes, ¡°Furthermore, can you tell me what those people there are busy with?¡± ¡°Oh them, they are repairing the dock. Due to the abrupt snow, there were a lot of things which have gotten messed up, but in the end I really don¡¯t know much about what is going on over there.¡± When the guard stepped back to his post, Ashes asked puzzled, ¡°Why didn¡¯t you inform him about your identity?¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you curious? Aren¡¯t you wondering how he would receive a witch from another city?¡± Tilly told her with a wink. It didn¡¯t take long until a tall woman dressed completely in white to come over. She had long blonde hair and her looks were impeccable. Even without having seen her magic, Tilly could feel a piercing vigor coming from her body, just like a sharp unsheathed blade. There was no doubt, that the woman in front of them was a combat witch, and a very powerful one at that. ¡°I really thought that you were new witches who want to join the Witch Alliance. Haven¡¯t you already gone back to Sleeping Island?¡± She first said as she looked at Ashes, before sweeping her gaze over the rest of the crowd. When her eyes finally fell on Tilly she showed an expression of surprise for a moment before the sharp feeling suddenly disappeared, to be replaced by water-like warmth. ¡°Hello, my name Nightingale,¡± she nodded in greeting. ¡°I presume, you must be Tilly Wimbledon, His Highness Roland¡¯s younger sister.¡± Chapter 327 Chapter 327 The reason ¡°Lady Tilly!¡± Guided by Nightingale to the lord¡¯s castle, the 5th princess never expected that the first person to greet her would be Sylvie. She ran over cheerfully, skipping the salute and instead bent over to give her a hug, ¡°How come you¡¯re here, it¡¯s still autumn.¡± ¡°It¡¯s no different from winter now,¡± Tilly laughed, ¡°Where are the others?¡± ¡°Lotus is currently building houses for the refugees, Evelyn and Candle are still in the industrial area, and Honey is in the back-garden busy training messengers.¡± Sylvie counted on her fingers, ¡°His Highness has already sent people to go inform them.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I think you¡¯ll be able to see them soon.¡± A familiar, yet strange voice came from behind Sylvie. Tilly raised her head and saw a gray-haired man with a big smile on his face, his appearance was not much different from her memories, his smile and his demeanor however were completely unlike in the past. ¡°Welcome to Border Town, my dear sister.¡± ¡­ Tilly¡¯s thoughts were in turmoil, there were too many suspicions she wanted to blurt out, but she kept a straight face as she followed Roland Wimbledon into a room that looked like a study. ¡°Please sit,¡± the other side said as he poured a glass of warm black tea and placed it in front of her. ¡°A whole year has gone by since the last time we¡¯ve seen each other. I know you¡¯ve had a lot of things you want to talk to me about, it¡¯s the same with me¡­ but there¡¯s no need to hurry.¡± He looked at the falling snow outside the window and continued to say, ¡°The winter is still very long.¡± She grabbed the cup, and wordlessly sat down by the mahogany table, quietly sizing up the fourth prince. Even with only the opening remarks Tilly felt that it wasn¡¯t something she could ever imagine her timid and cowardly brother to say. He had always appeared strong on the outside but was actually weak on the inside. He was always looking for the fastest way of escape, never wanting to face an issue directly. The Roland Wimbledon before her was completely different. He was trying to take the initiative of the conversation, and despite his soft and gentle tone, he completely showed the demeanor of a person fully comfortable in his place as a leader. ¡°Nightingale,¡± Roland tilted his head. ¡°But Your Highness¡­¡± the guiding witch¡¯s voice came from somewhere within the room. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, she is my little sister.¡± ¡°Very well,¡± Nightingale was silent for a moment, then her body appeared, before she unhappily left the room. ¡°Now the only people here is you and me,¡± he laughed a little as he returned to the table. Tilly was silent for a while, ¡°In the end, who¡­ are you really?¡± She thought that the other party would hesitate or pretend to be mysterious, never would she expect that he would answer her so quickly, ¡°I am your older brother, Roland Wimbledon, Graycastle¡¯s 4th Prince.¡± Then he laughed, ¡°I know I changed a lot, but I¡¯m willing to explain it to you slowly.¡± Tilly suddenly remembered what he had written in the latter. ¡®As for what let me make this decision, and what made me no longer indifferent to this as I was in the past, these small trifling things can be slowly discussed at a later opportunity.¡¯ It probably had been this sentence that prompted her to decide to come to this remote town. She couldn¡¯t help but open her mouth, ¡°I¡¯d be happy to hear what you have to say.¡± The whole story wasn¡¯t complicated, but was very exciting. After Roland told her of his experiences after being given Border Town, Tilly discovered that her cup had long since been emptied. She let out a long breath, then reviewed his story once again. Simply put, a witch named Anna moved Roland, and through the saved witch, he became aware of the evil acts of the Church and the sinister lies they told the people. Then, with Garcia¡¯s assassination attempt it brought him to realize the dark side of the royal power, even when he hid in the corner of the kingdom he still would not be able to evade their viciousness, so finally he decided to change it all. Even though this sounded somewhat dramatic, but with some difficulty, it could count as an acceptable explanation. However, there still remained the question about the strange knowledge, whether it¡¯s the steam engine or the guns, it¡¯s impossible that it came from a moment¡¯s perception and awareness. ¡°So, you are saying, that the ultimate cause of all this is the memories which suddenly appeared in your head?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°Indeed,¡± Roland said honestly, ¡°I know this is hard to believe, but it¡¯s a fact¡­ After I luckily evaded 3rd sister¡¯s assassination attempt, that was when I woke up from the coma and came to realized these things. If we say that meeting Anna was the impetus, then the content of the memories was the driving force behind my wish to change the status quo.¡± Was it a witch? Tilly thought, the possibility of either replacement or control are both slim, Sylvie has already confirmed that the Witch Alliance¡¯s abilities weren¡¯t unknown, every day they would undergo a special practice, none of them have powers relating to those two areas, not even remotely. The only possibility left was possession, she didn¡¯t eliminate the possibility that they had this kind of ability, which allowed them through invade and occupy the body and obtain the other person¡¯s thoughts. But this speculation is equally uncertain, no matter how father thought about Roland, he is undoubtedly one of Graycastle¡¯s princes. Therefore, always wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was normal for him, and there were always knights and personal guards around to protect him, which made it impossible for a witch who has no hiding ability to get close to him. But, even with such a witch, how can she possibly know so many things that are out of the ordinary? When she was a child, Tilly besides liking to rummage through the Palace Library, she also received teaching from several white-haired, erudite and multi-talented court mentors, but even they had never talked about using the power of steam and snow powder to replace animal power and swords. So it seemed that his quirky knowledge had something to do with his bizarre encounters. ¡°How will you prove that you are indeed Roland Wimbledon and not just the part which appeared with those extra memories?¡± Tilly knew that this question was quite rude, if he were to act like the former 4th Prince she knew, he would undoubtedly have exploded into a rage by now, flipped over the table and stamped out of the room. ¡°Because I still remember the matters which happened on the court,¡± the other party¡¯s tone remained calm. ¡°I think it is a person¡¯s unique memory that distinguishes the essence of a person. If a well-known witch was to become exactly the same as you, with only her memories not the same, she would still essentially be another person. Even though I have a lot of strange memories, I do not remember where these came from. However, your weeping expression as you left me when I threw you onto the broken glass is still vividly embedded in my memory, so there is the proof.¡± He paused, ¡°Of course¡­ I haven¡¯t had the time to apologize to you, but I still hope that it will not be too late.¡± Tilly fell silent, the Roland before her eyes wore a clean attire and an expression of sincerity. As if to tell her that it was needless to doubt since it was all true. Obviously, no matter from where she looked at him, the new him was much better than the dandy Prince from before, but there were some doubts remaining within her heart. ¡°Truly¡­ hard to believe.¡± ¡°That¡¯s normal,¡± Roland said as if he had seen through her thoughts. ¡°There are a lot of things which are unthinkable before you personally experience them. For me, I would never have expected my younger sister would have awaken as a witch, even concealing it from all the people within the palace. However¡­ As I¡¯ve said at the beginning, this winter is still very long, we will have a lot of time to slowly come to understand each other.¡± It¡¯s probably the best solution, at the moment, Tilly nodded, ¡°Then for the next few months¡­ I¡¯m sorry to be troubling you.¡± ¡°Let me handle it, you¡¯ll love it here.¡± Chapter 328 Chapter 328 Formal talk After Tilly had left his office, Roland finally breathed out in relieve. Obviously, when in front of a smart person, having to hold serious conversation while also talking complete nonsense created a lot of pressure. Especially, if you want to maintain a sincere and genuine expression. Fortunately, Nightingale¡¯s report allowed him to take a breather ¨C Roland took the fact that the witches from Sleeping Island have all returned to the castle as an opportunity to end the conversation. ¡°How come you don¡¯t have any special feelings when facing your younger sister who¡¯s become a witch?¡± Nightingale said as she turned around to sit on the table, occupying a high ground to overlook the prince. He rolled his eyes and ill-humoredly said, ¡°Can¡¯t feeling strong pressure also be regarded as a special feeling?¡± ¡°I thought it was a touching reunion,¡± Nightingale said, curling her lips. ¡°Previously I didn¡¯t have a good relationship with her,¡± Roland sighed. ¡°During the time we lived in the palace, I used to bully her. Later when we grew up we both became estranged from one another, so it was an unexpected pleasure for her to come here.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Nightingale said meaningfully, ¡°It is unlike you to confront an unfamiliar witch alone, as I see it you are quite trusting of her.¡± That¡¯s because I didn¡¯t want you to see me lying, Roland decided it would be better not to answer, instead he refilled his cup and leaned back in his chair slowly sipping a mouthful. ¡°In short¡­ you will come to understand it later.¡± Nightingale reached out, touching his lips, ¡°You will tell me everything, won¡¯t you?¡± ¡°¡­Yes.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take that as a promise then,¡± she laughed and disappeared. Roland leaned back against his chair, recalling his whole conversation with Tilly, searching for any possible flaw ¨C he had given her the ¡°most appropriate¡± explanation that he could think of. Many years of work experience had told him, the more exaggerated a lie, the lower the possibility that it would survive speculation. Therefore, deliberately hiding one¡¯s clumsiness during childhood to save face, accidentally finding ancient books, or meeting a hermit who taught him were the kinds of lies that would be easily exposed as long as the other side kept on asking. Furthermore, in addition to being his sister, the other side was also from a witch organization, thus every lie exposed before we form a stable relationship could bring on a heavy blow to our mutual trust. So he chose to tell the truth about the parts that could be uncovered and explained the additional from a sudden appearance of new memories ¨C even though it sounded incredible, but in contrast to an even more incredible thought of crossing overit at least did not have too many negative consequences and also couldn¡¯t be claimed to be false. If the latter event was to take place, it wouldn¡¯t be certain whether or not she could come to accept a complete stranger from another world. As long as he insisted on his identity as Graycastle¡¯s 4th Prince there would be no way to deny it. Furthermore, Roland believed that all she had wanted was to hear an explanation personally from his mouth. Within his heart, he knew, that a good leader shouldn¡¯t entangle themselves with the past, instead the most important thing would be to move towards the future. The winter would allow him to show her the vast prospects that the Western Region held so as to ensure their cooperation, only then would this be seen as a successful first meeting. As for the relationship between her and him, there would be a lot of time to repair it in the future. That evening, they hold a grand banquet in the castle hall. Not to mention the commonly seen pepper steak, fried egg, and white bread there were also all kinds of liquor on display, sweet smelling fried bird kiss mushrooms, steamed dumplings as well as ice cream. With the desire to bring the taste of the dishes to a new level, he simultaneous introduced the concept of fancily arranged sampler platter. Placing small pieces from the main dishes on top of a big china plate and sprinkle it with soy paste, creating an excellent visual effect that entices everyone who sees it to reach out for it. Crisscrossing their wine cups under the sparkling candle light, the dinner finally ended with a warm and lively atmosphere. That was when the more formal talk started. Within the living room in front of a burning fireplace, Roland and the members of the Witch Alliance sat in a long row of seats, while Tilly and the other witches of Sleeping Island sat in the opposite row. Maggie however, because of her sensitive role, had simply turned into her pigeon form and squat down on the chandelier above their heads. Tilly took the lead and started the discussion: ¡°I, in addition to wanting to help Border Town resist the invasion of demonic beasts, also intend to send back the first batch of five witches.¡± She summarized Sleeping Island¡¯s current situation, ¡°Next spring, Silver Moon Bay are going to send us a group of ordinary immigrants to the island, so we will have to rely on Lotus and Honey to prepare extra food and housing for them in advance.¡± Roland got a headache, if he wanted to resist the invasion of the demonic beasts the First Army would be enough. With the exception of nimble and extremely fast types of mixed species, there was hardly any situation which demanded that they send out witches. But in the construction area, the role of the witch was irreplaceable. At the moment, the path through the mountains toward the new sea hasn¡¯t yet been opened, the dock was only halfway constructed and he would still like to build additional cave dwellings for the newest batch of immigrants. Thus, he decided to ask, ¡°Can you delay their journey for half a month?¡± ¡°I wish I could agree, but circumstances have changed,¡± Tilly reluctantly shook her head, ¡°We have already met with Sea Ghosts in the southern part of the Vortex Sea, which are fish type demonic beast. I suspect that this has to do with the advanced beginning of the Months of Demons. According to legends, the longer the Months of Demons is, the more aggressive and fearsome the demonic beasts will be. Therefore, they will have to travel as soon as possible, if we want to guarantee a relatively safe trip. ¡°They are not fit to fight.¡± ¡°I know, that¡¯s also the reason why Breeze will escort the ship ¨C her ability is very effective against mentally inferior enemies, we also don¡¯t intend to return in the same way we came. Instead, we¡¯ll be sailing northward along the coastline until we can reach Port of Clear Water. From there we will take the usual trade route to Sleeping Island. According to recently arrived messenger birds, there haven¡¯t been any demonic beasts detected on the routes between the Fjords and the Four Kingdoms. Roland still had to make at least one final effort, ¡°Uh ¡­ So, besides Lotus and Honey, would it be possible for the other three to stay? Currently, they are only halfway through their Primary Education, so leaving now would be the equivalent to them giving up halfway¡­¡± ¡°Puff Haha,¡± Tilly couldn¡¯t suppress her laughter, ¡°It seems you are quite interested in them.¡± ¡°¡­¡± he did not know how to respond to this statement. ¡°I would like to know how you are planning to use Candle¡¯s and Evelyn¡¯s ability?¡± ¡°Curing metal parts and brewing, the former can greatly improve the efficiency of mechanical operation, the latter well¡­¡± Roland slightly paused, ¡°Wine is a very good thing, there are many other uses to it besides drinking.¡± ¡°Well, on Sleeping Island they¡¯ve always been worried that there wouldn¡¯t be an actual use for their ability, furthermore, they were also often¡­¡± Tilly didn¡¯t elaborate further, but Roland could already speculate that she was actually talking about discrimination. The same experience Mystery Moon had to face during her time with the Witch Cooperation Association. ¡°I am very happy to hear that you want them so urgently to stay. Sure enough, every witch has their own unique and unmatched role, and it doesn¡¯t make the least sense that their ability would be meaningless.¡± She looked at Evelyn and the others and asked, ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°I want to follow you, Lady Tilly,¡± Sylvie stated. I¡­¡± Candle touched her head, ¡°Am willing to go anywhere.¡± ¡°Lady Tilly, if you need me, I will go back to Sleeping Island,¡± Evelyn fell silent for a moment before she continued to say, ¡°Otherwise, I would like to stay in Border Town. I¡­ there are still so many things that I hope to learn from Teacher Scroll.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be so nervous, I¡¯m not forcing you to choose if you want to stay or go ¨C it isn¡¯t a two choice question,¡± Tilly smiled and shook her head. ¡°I just want to know what you think about living in Border Town. You can return to Sleeping Island at any time. The same is true for Lotus and Honey, it is unlikely that they will leave forever. I even hope to invite the witches from Border Town to come to Sleeping Island. We hope that through our efforts, whether it be the North or the South, in the future all witches should be free to live where they want. Don¡¯t you think so too, Elder Brother?¡± Roland was slightly shocked, this was the first time he had heard her addressing him like this. Even within the memories of the 4th Prince, it was also more than a decade ago. He smiled and nodded, ¡°There will definitely be a day like this.¡± Chapter 329 Chapter 329 Clarion After coming to an agreement, Roland cleared his throat and continued in a serious tone, ¡°Next there is some news regarding the Devils and the ruins.¡± He informed Tilly about Border Town¡¯s recent discoveries within the Concealing Forest and behind the snow-capped mountain, ¡°I¡¯d intended to send witches and soldiers of the First Army to bring the trapped person back to Border Town, but the heavy snow arriving more than a month ahead of time has messed up my plan.¡± ¡°That the Devil¡¯s legendary army was in such close proximity, and that there are still some people left within the ruins from more than four hundred years ago¡­¡± Tilly became dumbstruck in amazement, ¡°I¡¯m slowly starting to believe what you¡¯ve told me¡­¡± Anna looked at Roland and he coughed twice, ¡°According to the scene we observed and the reaction shown, it seems that the Devils must have been behind the snow-capped mountain for many years already. I suspect that they are limited to the area covered by the red fog, and thus unable to continue their expansion toward the Four Kingdoms. So, for now I don¡¯t think that they will be a threat to Border Town. Within the next two years, I will set up a coastal warning point to monitor their movements.¡± He paused, ¡°As for the woman sealed in the remains of the tower, she might know the truth behind the Holy City Taqila and the utter defeat of the Church.¡± ¡°I have the same thoughts,¡± Tilly closed her eyes and pondered about it, ¡°Is there any way to avoid taking a land route, could we perhaps reach it directly from the air? Ashes told me that you have a tool that can be driven by hot air.¡± ¡°You want to bring her out of ruins now, in the middle of the Months of Demons?¡± Roland asked, full of disbelief, ¡°The number of people which can board the hot air balloon is ten, or if we exchange it for a bigger one, we could perhaps expand the number of people to fifteen. However, no matter how many we are, if we encounter the Devils we are likely to suffer casualties. Furthermore, there is also the risk which comes from encountering roaming demonic beasts¡­ it¡¯s too dangerous. ¡°If you only depend on the Witch Alliance, it will indeed be very dangerous,¡± Tilly agreed, ¡°But Shavi and Ashes are here now. With them the degree of danger will be reduced by a lot. According to your previous statement, the Devil¡¯s current attack patterns is throwing spears from a far off distance and using the same amount of strength as an extraordinary. If it is like this, then Shavi¡¯s invisible barrier can block several spears, while Ashes could suppress the enemy during close combat. Right now the Months of Demons is still in its early stages, so the power of the demonic beasts is still not that strong, if you want to go to the ruins, now would be the best opportunity.¡± Roland felt a little hesitant, the last fight with the Devils was also an air battle which had been to their disadvantage so if he wanted to fly over there he felt quite unstable within his heart. But the words Tilly had said also made sense. Sylvie¡¯s magic eye could ensure that they would discover the enemy first. Furthermore, as long as they maintained an altitude of 10 to 15 meters, flying only a bit above the tree-top, he had confidence that they could reach the ground before the enemy spotted them. Then with Nightingale¡¯s and Ashes¡¯ powerful offensive abilities, defeating a group of around ten Devils would easily be accomplished. Even if there were some who managed to slip through the net, the double protection of from Shavi¡¯s and Anna¡¯s shields should be able to assure the team¡¯s safety. After irresolutely muttering to himself for a short period he asked, ¡°Are you really sure you want to go?¡± ¡°I feel that this might be an opportunity to unravel the mystery,¡± Tilly said frankly, ¡°This year¡¯s advanced start for the Months of Demons and the Sea Ghost emerging from the Southern Sea Vortex is always giving me a bad feeling.¡± Roland¡¯s heart skipped a beat, this feeling he also knew quite well. The early start of the Months of Demons was unlikely to be abnormal phenomena caused by climate change, he faintly felt that it had something to do with the Devils and the Church. ¡°In that case, who will fill the ranks?¡± ¡°I do not know which witches Border Town will send, but I will be going,¡± Tilly declared without hesitation. ¡­ As far as the eye could see snowflakes were dancing in the air under the gray sky, after repelling the last attack Mayne and Tayfun unhurriedly boarded Hermes¡¯ city wall. Some of the snowflakes landed in the black and warm blood river flowing at the foot of the wall, diluting the thick blood as it melted. Fortunately, all this blood belonged to the enemy, while hundreds of soldiers from the God¡¯s Punishment Army stood straight along the wall and were waiting for the launch of the next wave of demonic beasts. ¡°Your Excellencies, Sir!¡± the shoulders of the Army of Judges who assisted the God¡¯s Punishment Army shouted while placing their fists on their chest. Most of their faces appeared to be somewhat young and tender, but their eyes also held two distinct emotions, fear and excitement. ¡°It seems that some of them are still children,¡± Tayfun commented after reaching an open space and overlooking the wilderness, then he sighed and continued, ¡°When I was their age, I was still milling flour for some nobles.¡± ¡°The priority of the God¡¯s Punishment Army is to protect the New Holy City while parts of the Army of Judges that are more experienced are still caught up in Wolfsheart City cleaning up the last remaining evil elements. Those people are only recently promoted believers, they have never been on a real battlefield before,¡± Mayne explained, ¡°The snow has come too early.¡± Tayfun hesitated before he asked, ¡°There isn¡¯t such a situation mentioned within the Holy Book?¡± ¡°The Holy Book is also only written by the Pope, so it¡¯s unavoidable that there would be some parts that are overlooked that will appear,¡± the bishop said as he leaned against the ice-cold wall while overlooking the pile of corpses at the foot of the steep cliff. Ordinary demonic beasts would never be able to climb up such a steep wall, the only ones that could threaten the Holy City were the mixed species, ¡°It¡¯s fine as long as it can point out the general direction we need to follow. From the demonic beasts which have appeared, it can be inferred that there are still approximately ten years remaining.¡± ¡°Using two years to unify the Four Kingdoms and spending the remaining eight years to build up the God¡¯s Punishment Army, by then the Church should have a large contingent of more than ten thousand people.¡± After stopping for a moment he went on to say, ¡°Using the firm walls and Hermes¡¯ terrain, we will stick to this plateau until the enemy¡¯s strength reverses.¡± ¡°I¡¯m old, I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t be able to see that day come.¡± ¡°It¡¯s unrelated to age, Your Excellency Tayfun,¡± Mayne said in a comforting tone, ¡°There are many people who are unable to see that moment, like Allan, Stone, Liji¡­¡± ¡°And Heather,¡± Tayfun added. ¡°Yes, and Heather.¡± He nodded, ¡°but in any case, there will always be people who will carry on our mission and continue to move forward.¡± ¡°Do not say such discouraging words,¡± the old man shook his head, but then smiled as he asked, ¡°Wait, was Zero able to get a hold on the fierce snow powder formula? Did the Pivotal Secret Area already start their test?¡± ¡°Mortal¡¯s toys aren¡¯t of any help to the Church,¡± Mayne said full of disdain, ¡°It may be possible to use snow powder to clean up a group of demonic beasts, but our real enemies are the Devils from hell. Used in an open area it lethality will be greatly reduced, if you want to create a force strong enough to break the Devil¡¯s heavy armor, you are going to need a very large amount of it. In addition, besides the soldiers from the God¡¯s Punishment Army there is no one who could go out and throw half a body-sized bag of snow powder over a great distance. ¡°It¡¯s like that? What a pity.¡± ¡°If you want to beat the Devils, there is no time to play tricks,¡± Mayne said stressing each word, ¡°Only by confronting them head-on will we be able to survive.¡± At this moment, from the watchtower to the side of them came the sound of a long horn blow. One long horn blow stood for an invading wave of demonic beasts. ¡°Let¡¯s go back to the cathedral since there is going to be another fight soon.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Tayfun nodded and turned around to go as the horn sounded again. Woo-woo Two long sounds meant that the wave of demonic beasts contained a lot of mixed species. Hearing this Mayne¡¯s heart quickened, it was undoubted that the God¡¯s Punishment Army would have to face a fierce battle. But¡­ why is it so fast? This is only the first month of the Months of Demons, ah. However, just as the horn sound ended the third one already rang up. An oppressive and unbroken sound like the sudden clap of thunder, rolling over Hermes for a long time without subsiding. Woowoo ¨C woo ¨C Mayne almost couldn¡¯t believe his ear, looking at Tayfun, he saw that the other¡¯s face looked as shocked as he felt himself. Three horn blows stood for a very urgent situation, a situation at which Hermes¡¯ survival stood at stake! Even last time, when the demonic beasts were able to reach the outskirts of the cathedral, it wasn¡¯t a situation where the blows have reached that number. What did the watchman see? It wasn¡¯t long until Mayne got his answer. Within the black tide of demonic beasts were two strangely formed enormous beasts. They possessed four thick fangs, four feet, and two hands. Their bodies were covered in pitch-black fur and one foot alone already possessed the size of a mixed wolf species. From afar, those two beasts looked like moving fortresses. With every step they took they left a deep mark in permafrost covered plains. If those demonic beasts which surrounded them were not avoided on time they would be smashed into the ground by their feet and turned into a pool of flesh and blood. There were several records of them within the Holy Book, The Death¡¯s Herald, the Hell¡¯s Nightmare, the Devil¡¯s fangs¡­ But what Mayne feared the most wasn¡¯t their terrible appearance, but what they represented. Why? His mind was completely occupied by horror. Why are those terror striking monsters, which according to the Holy Book should only appear five years before the disaster already appearing at Hermes right now? Chapter 330 Chapter 330 Farewell The next day, Roland bid Lotus and Honey farewell in the castle backyard. Even though the two women didn¡¯t want to leave so soon, but when he heard that the Charming Beauty and its crew were still waiting at the beach he decided not to delay their departure any further. In this way he could show off his magnanimity, and keep from causing Tilly any further embarrassment. Putting himself into her shoes he had to recognize that even though she needed to finish their large scale construction on Sleeping Island first, the fact that they will continue to send the all important witches to Border Town still counted as a sincere gesture on their part. Since their situation was already like this he also couldn¡¯t be too demanding. In order to to avoid a long journey through the snow, Anna and Wendy would be there to send them off using Cloud Gazer, in so doing they could easily reduce the travel time to reach the beach to thirty minutes. ¡°Thank you for taking care of us these past few months,¡± the two witches said while bowing in front of Roland. ¡°It should be me thanking you,¡± Roland said laughingly. ¡°You two have made many contributions towards the construction of Border Town, so I have gifts I would like to give to you.¡± ¡°G-gift?¡± Lotus said with her cheeks having turned slightly red from embarrassment. While Honey touched her chest and looked over at Lotus¡¯ and then excitedly asking: ¡°Will we also get them?¡± Roland took two bags from Nightingale and handed it over to them, ¡°Yes you can have them.¡± Unable to wait any longer, Honey opened the gift and pulled out a long white cloth, ¡°Hey, what is this? It isn¡¯t a corset.¡± ¡°Keke, it¡¯s a scarf,¡± he stepped forward, took the fabric made of cotton from her before wrapping it around her neck, ¡°This way, you won¡¯t need to be afraid of the wind and snow pouring onto your neck. Wrap it around a bit higher and you can even cover your ears with it.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­ nice and warm,¡± the latter cried out with a contented face. It was unsure whether this was an illusion, but it seemed that Lotus¡¯ face had became even redder. ¡°There¡¯s more,¡± Honey said after having played with the scarf for a moment, she then took out a small box from the bag and asked, ¡°Your Highness, is this also a gift?¡± ¡°Yes, open it and take a look.¡± ¡°Wow, it is so clear!¡± She jubilantly exclaimed after lifting up the top of the box, ¡°Lotus, come and take a look, you can clearly see for yourself!¡± It was a small mirror embedded in a wooden box, a gift which was also available at the convenience market. In Roland¡¯s life experience, as long as they were women, there was no way they would be able to resist such a sparkling present. Honey¡¯s voice, which was filled with excitement, immediately attracted the other witches, and so the Sleeping Island¡¯s witches clustered in a group. They used the mirror to look at their own appearance and couldn¡¯t help but show an undisguised love and envy towards it. After all, the image reflected by the mirror made using Soraya¡¯s reflective coating was far better than a silver mirror, which also allowed Roland to discover a new way he could bribe them. After the gifts were all handed out and the hot air balloon fully inflated. The group boarded the basket and waved their goodbyes to Roland and the other witches. On seeing this scene, it seemed that now that they were about to leave town they have started to feel a slight bit reluctant to parting ways. ¡°I can¡¯t help but admit that this is indeed a good place,¡± Tilly came over to him and whispered, ¡°With a convenient water supply and comfortable rooms. It¡¯s very difficult to believe that in just one year you were able to transform such a desolate place into its current appearance.¡± ¡°Do you regret it?¡± ¡°You mean that I¡¯ve sent the witches to your town?¡± She laughed, ¡°How could that be? As long as they can live a better life, how could I ever regret it? Do not forget, I too am a witch.¡± In the white garden, Tilly¡¯s smile was pure and beautiful, not a trace of color to be seen. If he had a younger sister like this in his previous life, he would have caused a 100% rate for turning heads if he were to bring her out. But Roland knew, compared to her identity as his sister, his actual relationship with her was more like a partner, a natural ally. From yesterday¡¯s decision he could already see that she wouldn¡¯t hesitate to take on personal risks to deal with any possible threats . ¡°Do you really intend to go to such a dangerous place?¡± Roland asked her, ¡°Although you are an exceptional witch, in the end, your ability isn¡¯t suited towards fighting.¡± ¡°Do not worry, it isn¡¯t as if I don¡¯t have any self-protection ability,¡± Tilly said as she stretched out her hands, showing him the ornaments she wore. On the ring finger of her left hand, she carried a blue crystal ring, while on her right hand she wore a white silk glove with a red gem embedded in the back. To be honest Roland had to acknowledge that this collection looked a bit strange clothing looked similar to the asymmetrical mix and match style of dress used by artist of the later generations. He had been very curious about this since yesterday, but out of courtesy had kept from asking. ¡°It is a magic stone. This one, in particular, is the magic stone we found within the ancient ruins,¡± she explained, ¡°After putting your magic into it, it can display all kinds of abilities. For example, this ring allows me to fly like Lightning.¡± After she spoke, as if to prove her words, her feet lifted from the ground. As if her whole body had turned weightless, she stayed suspended in midair which had given Roland quite a shock. A witch¡¯s ability can actually change through a magic stone? He soon realized the significance this held. If it was possible to order custom-made abilities in batches, a witch¡¯s work efficiency would increase drastically. For example, Lotus¡¯, if the Witch Union could have several magic stones with a copy of her ability the construction of the temporary residential area could be completed within a single day. When Tilly landed back on the ground, she pointed at an open space with her right hand, and soon after Roland saw a bright light flaring from her fingertips. After hitting the snow it left an ankle deep bowl shaped hole which revealing the dark earth of the ground. ¡°Does this mean you can use both abilities at the same time?¡± Roland asked in surprise. ¡°No,¡± Tilly shook her head, ¡°Within a certain range, the magic stone allows you to use one ability. If I push magic simultaneously into two stones nothing would happen,¡± she smiled, ¡°Originally, I didn¡¯t intend to reveal this information to you this early on, but after our conversation from last night, I¡¯ve come to think that I might have misunderstood you¡­ The fact that you¡¯ve honestly told me about what had happened in the ancient ruins, made me happy¡­ but also a little apologetic.¡± ¡°No harm, I can understand where you¡¯re come from.¡± ¡°Oh that¡¯s right, there is still something I want to ask you, what is this corset Honey just mentioned?¡± Roland almost choked on his own saliva, ¡°Keke, I have no idea¡­ maybe you should go and ask Sylvie or Evelyn about it.¡± ¡°Well,¡± Tilly shrugged, ¡°It seems you still have some reservation towards me.¡± For some time, the Prince didn¡¯t know what to say. With a wink, she said, ¡°Let¡¯s not talk about this for now. Since last night I¡¯ve had a problem I¡¯ve been thinking something, it these sites really did belong to the Church why would they leave these magic stones behind? According to what happened to Ashes, it is most likely that the Church is raising their own group of witches. Thus, these items should also have the a similar importance to them. Even if they wanted to deliberately bury knowledge of the war after being forced to flee from the Devils, it wouldn¡¯t hinder them from continuing to use these stones, it just doesn¡¯t make sense.¡± ¡°Does that mean the Church doesn¡¯t care about this loss at all?¡± Roland thought aloud, only to quickly reject his conjecture, ¡°No, they should not be able to mass produce these magic stones, or it would have been completely impossible for the Witch Cooperation Association to flee. After all, if they had been able to fly, it would have been completely impossible to escape the Church¡¯s witch hunt.¡± ¡°Indeed, I recall that I¡¯ve found a very strange point when I looked through all the books in the palace library about the Church and their God¡­ Not only does their historical records stop at around four hundred years ago, even their god¡¯s origin is somewhat vague. He has no name, no epic legend, except for propagating his omnipotence there is nothing more, no more details. Compared with the Three Ancient Gods, he appears to be a vague notion with nothing to it. With those two points together, I can¡¯t help it but feel that something is strange about all of this.¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland¡¯s heart trembled with fear. ¡°It feels as if the Church just suddenly has appeared from out of nowhere.¡± Chapter 331 Chapter 331 The Key to ¡°Art¡± ¡®It feels as if the Church just suddenly has appeared from out of nowhere.¡¯ This sentence continued echoing through Roland¡¯s mind as he was returning to his office. He closed his eyes and carefully looked through the memories of the 4th Prince, but he still couldn¡¯t find any relevant information about this. His understanding of the Church was the same as that of any other ordinary nobleman. During his time at the palace the 4th Prince never bothered spending that much effort in learning anything useful, so his knowledge concerning the occult was practically a full-on blank space. But, if what Tilly had said was true, then the Church¡¯s propaganda strategy was also rather strange. Taking his former world of religious myths, for example, since the beginning of the world there have always been gods and the routine everyone agreed on was that the gods were the ones who created the world. Stories such as the creation in seven days, karma, reincarnation, and so on¡­ those were legends used to describe the power of the Gods and were a standard part of every religion. Compared to them, the Church of this world was quite¡­ lacking. But Roland didn¡¯t have any more clues to consider, so he shook his head and decided to put such thoughts behind him. Maybe their questions would be answered when they went to explore the ruins within the Concealing Forest. He went to the window and looked towards the garden where a huge coating was laid out on the ground ¨C in the middle of the vast expanse of white snow its bluish green appearance seemed particularly eye-catching. Nowadays Soraya was creating a bigger air sac, the new hot air balloon¡¯s volume would become much larger and would thus be able to transport a larger crowd of people. This was preparation in case they were unable to free the trapped woman when going to the ruins in the case that Anna wasn¡¯t able to cut-down the whole ¡°ice-coffin¡± and bring the woman and some of the transparent stones back to Border Town. They would depart in in two days. The people that would be going along had already been decided. Tilly, Sylvie, Shavi, Ashes and Andrea would be from the Sleeping Island witches while the Witch Alliance would send Anna, Wendy, Nightingale, Nana, Lightning, and Maggie. This line-up could be said to be unprecedentedly powerful. Its attack, defense, and battlefield awareness were of the highest level, so as long as there was no God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation being used, the Devils wouldn¡¯t even have a chance of approaching them. ¡°Your Royal Highness, Chief Alchemist Sir Kyle Sichi wishes to see you,¡± one of his personal guards said from the door. ¡°Let him in.¡± Kyle wasn¡¯t alone, this time he had come together with his colleague Chavez, ¡°Your Royal Highness, the outline for your requested large-scale production of nitric acid has been completed.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland stared blankly but soon after a burst of happiness flooded his heart. This was probably the best piece of news he had heard within these past few days. He stood up in excitement and personally poured a cup of tea for the two chemists as he asked, ¡°Tell me, how did you manage it?¡± ¡°The credit for this belong to Chavez,¡± he said laughingly, ¡°so I will let him explain it.¡± ¡°Your honorable Highness,¡± the young Chavez bowed, seeming somewhat reserved as soon as he opened his mouth. ¡°Your alchemical¡­ no, the chemical reaction used in the laboratory to produce nitric acid is produced by distilling saltpeter to obtain diluted nitric acid and then it¡¯s purified with concentrated sulfuric acid. I tried to put the two together by placing the saltpeter directly into the concentrated sulfuric acid for shared heating. By doing so I successfully obtained nitric acid, even more, its purity was very high, so much so that it was possible to observe the phenomenon of fuming which was spoken of within ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡±. ¡°Shared heating? But combining those two isn¡¯t the same,¡± Roland said baffled, ¡°The temperature used for dry distillation is much higher than the temperature that is used for shared heating, the gas produced by the dry distillation should be nitrogen oxide. Only by bubbling it through water it would become diluted nitric acid. Concentrated sulfuric acid is only used for purification because of its high boiling point and its strong water absorption which in turn reduces the moisture content in the nitric acid, this doesn¡¯t involve any sort of chemical reactions.¡± ¡°I myself also don¡¯t quite understand why it happened, but Mr. Sichi, thinking that my discovery was merely a coincidence, then went and did a couple of experiments.¡± ¡°Coincidence?¡± Roland stared at the Chief Alchemist. ¡°Indeed,¡± Kyle said with certainty, ¡°The two are not the same, but they still produced the same effect. Following the chemical formula, I guess that there is a component within the saltpeter that reacts with the sulfuric acid but evaporates in the heat, leaving only nitric acid behind. According to the formula, it looks like some kind of¡­ well, nitrate.¡± It suddenly occurred to Roland that the chemistry textbook did mention that before synthetic ammonia was invented, people had used nitric acid or potassium nitrate to react with concentrated sulfuric acid to produce nitric acid, this was also the oldest manufacture method known. Because the main ingredient of saltpeter were two different kinds of nitrate, it was, easy to obtain. Furthermore, the extraction was also relatively easy. So as long as the temperature could be controlled, they would have a steady stream of evaporated nitric acid to collect. Of course, because this method consumed a large amount of sulfuric acid, and at the same time easily led to the corrosion of the equipment, it was later replaced by more advanced technology. But to Roland, these two points weren¡¯t much of a problem. After all, the fertilizer and pesticide industry hasn¡¯t been established yet, so the produced sulfuric acid could only be used for the purification of nitric acid. While Soraya¡¯s coatings could easily solve the problem brought from the strongly corrosive nitric acid steam. ¡°Well done,¡± Roland said while happily patting Chavez¡¯s shoulder, ¡°You were unexpectedly able to come up with such a method by chance.¡± ¡°You¡¯re unaware of it, but his outstanding luck has already revealed itself within Redwater City¡¯s Alchemic Workshop,¡± Kyle Sichi said as he raised an eyebrow. ¡°Before learning chemistry, the exploration of alchemy was something which relied on luck. Within his early twenties, this kid had already discovered the double acid preparation method and had become the youngest alchemist within the workshop, that was enough to turn the eyes of the other thirty to forty years old apprentices red with envy. You can imagine how most of them will be stuck as apprentices for the rest of their lives.¡± ¡°Anyway, this is good news for the town,¡± Roland praised. ¡°First, you should try to make a batch of equipment to examine it further, I will let a witch cooperate with you. If feasible, we will then expand the scale of production.¡± ¡°As you will.¡± ¡°Alright, I still have another task to give you,¡± Roland said, putting away his joyful expression and continuing in a solemn tone, ¡°Now that we will have a reliable source of nitric acid, I will need you to produce something that is very dangerous ¨C nitroglycerin.¡± ¡°How dangerous is it?¡± Kyle asked. ¡°It is actually very simple to use the raw materials, namely, letting concentrated nitric acid react with glycerol, supplemented with concentrated sulfuric acid to act as a catalysator. However, during the reaction process you must strictly control the temperature and the ventilation. Since the nitrification produces a lot of heat, it would also be best to put the container into iced water for the experiment. Bear in mind that alteration between hot and cold, vibrations, impacts, or friction might lead to it exploding.¡± Roland didn¡¯t know how reliable his amateur knowledge would be in the end, but the ingredients were undoubtedly correct, so even if there was likely to be some danger, it was still something he had to try. ¡°During the experiment, it will be alright to merely use a small amount of ingredients, so that in case a mishap occurs Lady Nana should still be able to heal you.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± Chavez opened his mouth to answer, but even before he could say another word, Kyle had already given his promise, ¡°I understand, and its power is something comparable to snow powder?¡± ¡°It¡¯s entirely different.¡± ¡°It looks like an interesting experiment.¡± The Chief Alchemist said and laughed. So it¡¯s true that nine out of ten chemists are explosion maniacs¡­ Roland thought. Nitroglycerin is extremely unstable, Nobel especially added diatomaceous earth to it to make it blunter and this increased its safety. However, while this did, in fact, improve its safety, it also reduced its explosive power. Naturally, Roland wouldn¡¯t be using that classical method. instead, he intended to add nitrocellulose or nitrostarch into the nitroglycerin, both of which could stabilize it while further enhance the explosive effect. The former would make an excellent smoke-free explosive, while the latter would produce a stronger explosion. From their names alone it could already be seen that a lot of nitric acids would be key in the evolution of black powder into gunpowder. And now he was in the possession of that very key. Chapter 332 Chapter 332 What one has seen and heard In the days before they would set out to explore the ruins Tilly¡¯s greatest interest was slowly strolling along the flat streets of Border Town, observing the remote territory which had already undergone such startling changes in the hands of Lord Roland. This small town stands out from the masses, she thought, the more carefully she observed everything, the more she became aware of this. It was entirely different from any other place she had been to before¡­ and what left her the most impressed was probably the gorgeous and unparalleled vitality which this small town radiated. Even the up-and-coming Sleeping Island couldn¡¯t compare with it. ¡°Aren¡¯t these people afraid of the cold?¡± Andrea said, full of amazement at seeing the pedestrian coming and going on the street. ¡°What did your brother do that they¡¯d be willing to work during the winter?¡± ¡°It¡¯s still autumn,¡± Ashes retorted, ¡°You can¡¯t even tell different season apart.¡± ¡°But there is no difference between the current weather and winter. This is analogous with the argument which frequently appears within ¡®her dream, his country¡¯,¡± Andrea elegantly raised her long hair and said, ¡°Of course, a barbaric woman such as you would never understand something like this.¡± ¡°What¡¯s ¡®your dream, my dream¡¯¡­¡± ¡°It is difficult to communicate with a vulgar person who hasn¡¯t ever even enjoyed the drama, but Lady Tilly must surely have watched this famous drama from the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± ¡°There is no need for you to fight,¡± Sylvie sighed. ¡°I think the reason behind this is quite simple. Usually the common folk do not want to be active during winter because it would increase food consumption greatly, in case they can¡¯t eat their fill it would be very easy for them to catch a cold. However, this issue doesn¡¯t exist in Border Town. The price of grain isn¡¯t high, firewood is also quite abundant, and Miss Lily is easily able to cure a cold. It would therefore be better if they continued to work hard even within the cold and snow, and try to earn one more day¡¯s salary.¡± ¡°I am able to understand that there would be enough firewood due to the Concealing Forest West of the town, but the reason for the price of grain not being high¡­ how is that possible?¡± Andrea asked feeling puzzled, ¡°My family has also been involved in the food business so I know that crop failures caused by natural disasters could lead to everyone raising the price of grain by a lot. With such a bad weather, how could he keep the nobles and merchants from selling food at a higher prices?¡± ¡°Nobles, merchants?¡± Sylvie asked laughingly, ¡°Here in Border Town, there is only one person who is allowed to sell grain, that is His Royal Highness.¡± ¡°All those fields along the river belong to him?¡± Tilly frowned. ¡°No, that¡¯s the land of the serfs,¡± she told her what she had seen and heard, as well as the scene occurring during the bumper harvest. ¡°He made two food prices, one was the purchase price and one was the selling price. Those two prices are fixed, with the latter being higher than the former.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t he forcing them to sell low and buy high?¡± Ashes asked while showing an expression of disbelief, ¡°If he can sell at a high price, why won¡¯t he allow others to sell it at high prices as well?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s not the same,¡± Tilly said, ¡°After the wheat is taken in, it also needs to be threshed, ground and stored in a warehouse. All this produces further cost, thus it¡¯s normal for the price to rise.¡± ¡°What Lady Tilly said is right. I had the same question, so I later asked Teacher Scroll about it,¡± Sylvie smiled, ¡°She said that the extra expenses were paid off, some were paid to those who deal with the farmers, it is also used to build new granaries so that the production can be expanded, which in turn will provide Border town with new¡­¡± she stopped for a moment, thinking about the right word to use, ¡°Jobs, right, that¡¯s what she called them. I heard that His Highness was very concerned about that.¡± ¡°But he is still buying weak selling strong,¡± Ashes stressed, ¡°Shouldn¡¯t trade be free?¡± ¡°Perhaps, but His Highness¡¯ selling price is at a rate that still allows everyone to buy it. Furthermore, if the price stays constant, people will also become more comfortable.¡± ¡°Sometimes freedom isn¡¯t always for the best,¡± Tilly said, she already had a clear idea of what Roland was doing. The rule prohibiting anyone else from selling grain within the territory might at first seem overbearing and unjust. But in fact, it put an end to hoarding and profiteering, which could effectively prevent any events of food shortage. If it was King¡¯s City, which had to face times of snow during autumn, the food prices would inevitably rise up to five or six times more than usual with more than half of the populace starving due to not having enough grain to eat. If the situation went on for long enough, it could easily cause riots, and eventually, the palace might even be forced to release grain from their own reserves or dispatch the guards to suppress them. Either way, it would still be a big burden on the state¡¯s treasury. Although this policy looked good, it also wouldn¡¯t work just anywhere. The majority of the grain traders were aristocrats and rich merchants who also owned large amounts of serfs and fields, making it impossible for the royal family to buy out all the grain and prohibit people from hoarding. However, here in Border Town, except for Roland Wimbledon, there was almost no other aristocratic family around, he was indisputably the one who had the final say in such things. When Tilly expressed her own opinion, Ashes still hold some grievances, ¡°What about the serfs? They normally would get more income when the grain price rise, but now they get exploited by fixed prices.¡± ¡°Pfft,¡± Andrea laughed, ¡°As if these people could escape the same exploitation if they were in a city with free trade. At times of bumper harvest, not only wouldn¡¯t they be told to hand over more wheat, they¡¯d even be told to sell it at a very low price. Yet when there is a poor harvest, they¡¯d still have to pay their share, while it would still be a question whether the grain leftover would be enough for them to survive the famine. In contrast, fixed prices are actually more reasonable, as long as the harvest is better, the income should also be better.¡± ¡°Here they can choose whether they want to sell.¡± Sylvie¡¯s words slightly shocked the other three, ¡°His Highness said that in case where the harvest reached a fixed amount, the serfs could be promoted to free people. From then on they can either continue farming or go and choose new jobs, completely according to their own will. However, free people would only need to pay 2/10 of their grain. Furthermore, according to this year¡¯s bumper harvest¡¯s price, their salary was also very impressive.¡± ¡°Pro¡­moted?¡± ¡°Uh, His Royal Highness said that after two or three years there won¡¯t be any serfs left in Border Town.¡± So, actually it was like this, Tilly¡¯s heart was suddenly touched by what she had heard. That¡¯s the reason why the town is full of vitality¡­ When he made his policies, he considered the people¡¯s way of thinking and added an incentive system to encourage them to work more and better. This way of handling things is completely different from any other noble. Motivation isn¡¯t only expressed through words, rather, he let the people achieve some tangible benefits through hard work instead of hiding his wealth in the castle treasury. At this moment, she finally understood the real meaning of those red slogans at the river side. However, the Roland Wimbledon in the royal palace was never such a generous person¡­ So, is this also something brought forth by the sudden change in memory? In addition, those evening lessons of ¡°Elementary Nature¡±, and ¡°Mathematics¡± are very fascinating too. Tilly had believed that it would be difficult for her to find something new to stimulate her curiosity and interest after she had finished reading all the books in the palace library, but she now had discovered there were still many things left for her to learn. Within her heart, she suddenly felt that even doing nothing more than just live in Border Town¡¯s castle and flip through all those books filled with miraculous knowledge while watching the changes around the Town¡­ it would still be a very enjoyable life. Suddenly, a long ringing sound of a bell came over from the city wall, announcing a new demon beast attack. Tilly immediately put her previous thoughts to the back of her mind, after all, nowadays, she was no longer the worry-free 5th Princes, but rather a leader shouldering the destiny of all the witches living on Sleeping Island. Now, some things could no longer be imposed solely according to her own preferences, thus she said, ¡°Let¡¯s go to the wall and see if we can help the guards.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Andrea smiled, ¡°That¡¯s why we came here in the first place, so they can see how we Witches fight!¡± Chapter 333 Chapter 333 The Defense Battle at the New City Wall In that instant, the sound of the bells echoed. It was as if the emotions of the entire camp had been roused. Van¡¯er rushed out of the tent. Along with the stream of people, he rushed to the top of the wall with hurried steps and took his combat position. This series of maneuvers had already been rehearsed countless times. Even without someone to command them, everyone was aware of what they should do next. It was the same as the Month of Demons last year. Under a state of alert, only a small patrol team would be assigned to each segment of the wall as two or three soldiers were enough to deal with the scattered demonic beasts. Only when the lookout post detects a large scale attack from the demonic beasts would an alarm be rung. In the horizon, a shadow was approaching. Van¡¯er did a rough calculation of the enemy¡¯s numbers and found that they numbered around a thousand. If this happened a year ago, what followed would absolutely be a bout of arduous fighting. Back then, as a pikeman responsible for buying some time so the Firearms team could reload, it was necessary for him to take turns rotating with a member that was in reserve. Only by doing that, would he be able to persist to the very end. But now, the strength of this small town had already undergone an earth-shaking change. Cat¡¯s claw removed the cover on the cannon and shook off the snow that had been collecting on it, while Rodney inspected every inch of the artillery¡¯s barrel. After confirming there was no foreign matters inside, he began to load it with gunpowder. Although the current city walls were altered and made using a pile of mud bricks, its height and width had been increased to a certain extent. In addition, a shelling platform was set up every hundred meters, causing its defensive ability, as well as firepower, to improve greatly. The width of the passageway allowed four people to fit through it side by side. During a battle, the first row would consist of soldiers from the firearms team, while the second row would then be recruits who would load up the guns. The latter group was responsible for putting bullets into the cylinder of a gun, then handing it over to the regular soldiers ahead of them. ¡°They just never get bored of this, do they?¡± Rodney yawned. ¡°When the Month of the Demons arrives each year, all of them run towards this place like a bunch of lunatics. Even if they succeeded in attacking such a small town, they wouldn¡¯t get any sort of benefits from it, right?¡± ¡°Well, they¡¯re here just in time for us to hone our skills.¡± Horatio said with a smile. ¡°Compared to immobile wooden targets, it¡¯s more interesting to shoot at demonic beasts.¡± ¡°Speaking of target shooting, I recently heard an interesting rumor that had something to do with us, the gunner team.¡± Jop said with a mysterious expression. ¡°What sort of rumor is that?¡± ¡°From what I heard the people in other gunner groups say, the people that were able to hit their targets accurately would be incorporated into an elite gunner team, where they would undertake new tasks.¡± He paused for a moment. ¡°Do any of you here have any more insider knowledge about this?¡± ¡°An elite gunner team?¡± ¡°How could it be possible for us to know more when even you, who proclaims yourself as experienced and knowledgeable about matters is clueless about it?¡± ¡°I bet it¡¯s a cock and bull story made up by some bored person.¡± Within the gunner group, only Van¡¯er was silent. After listening to Jop¡¯s words, he couldn¡¯t help but furrow his brows. Someone had actually treated this matter as flaunt-worthy material and blabbered it out? Sir Iron-axe had previously looked for him a week before and told him that His Royal Highness had intended to develop a new type of artillery. It would be completely different from the field gun they were currently using and would also not be dispatched for use in the First Army. Instead, it would be installed on the bridge, turning it into a warship that was capable of long distance attacks. The operators of the new artillery gun would be undertaken by the most outstanding members of the gunner team. If one wishes to be a member, they could send their application to Iron Axe. It went without saying that Iron Axe agreed without the slightest hesitation. This was evidently a chance for him to advance a step further in the army. According to what Iron Axe said, His Royal Highness had an extremely high expectation towards this new branch of the army, to the point that it was possible for it to break away from the First Army and become a brand new army. If one is able to perform great feats, the new warships manufactured in the future would be named using that person¡¯s name too. It was such a honor! If there were a warship named Van¡¯er, he would be perfectly contented for the rest of his life. Recalling his origins, he was just an odd-job labourer in the mines, yet had always posed as someone extraordinary. In the end, Van¡¯er was not able to save even his brother¡¯s life when he was in the slums of the stronghold. However, the current him no longer required to flaunt about anything. There was no need to worry about food or drinks in the army while the uniforms were thick and warm; Even when he returned to the district, the surrounding neighbours would greet him as well. All of these changes were brought about by His Royal Highness. When he recalled his decision to join the militia for an egg at that time, he felt it was simply the smartest choice he had made in his life. Besides that, Iron-axe had also inquired whether he had any suitable candidates he wished to recommend and that he could apply together with them when the time comes. In other words, it was possible for all of these youngsters to receive a life-changing opportunity, but since their personalities were still too energetic, it would be better to wait til they settled down first. Moreover, if they happen to lay down a big accomplishment, wouldn¡¯t the warships have to be called Jop, and Cat¡¯s claw too? Those names were simply horrendous to the ears¡­If it were the names Rodney or Nelson, then it could still be taken into consideration. As for the matter of someone leaking out this information to their subordinates out of impulse, he still had to report and explain to Iron Axe. After all, it had been explained very clearly in their regulation class that any news of the First Army shouldn¡¯t be spread without permission unless clearly requested to by the higher ups. ¡°Stop making such a racket. I want all of you to bring your attention back to the battlefield.¡± Van¡¯er coughed twice, breaking off the discussion within the gunner¡¯s members. ¡°Do not forget what Sir Iron Axe had repeatedly emphasized in class. Any lapses made could probably bring about an unsalvageable defeat.¡± ¡°Understood!¡± Everyone spoke in unison. As the killing rate of iron balls was extremely low, when dealing with packs of demonic beasts, canister shells were used to fire at them once they approach. At the moment when the sinister-looking wolves took the lead and crossed past the 100 meter line, the bombardment began. Heatwaves swirled the snow underneath the gun muzzle, the gigantic boom shook Van¡¯er¡¯s eardrums to the point that it hurt. In the distance, a black bloody mist suddenly rose and a field of demonic beasts instantly collapsed. No matter if it was a species of a boar or a bear, the pelts on their bodies were not sufficient to withstand the close quarter bombardment of iron pellets. ¡°There¡¯s a huge one over there.¡± Cat¡¯s claw pointed to the left ahead of him. ¡°It¡¯s a redskin wolf!¡¯ A group of people nimbly moved the gun carriage and adjusted the muzzle, pointing it to the direction of the target. They then reloaded and fired it once more. In theory, it wasn¡¯t necessary to aim while using the canister shells. As long as it was fired while facing ahead, it would always mow down a large number of enemies. Furthermore, as the newly constructed clay walls were taller than the stone walls, there was also no way for the wolves to be of threat to the people at the top of the wall. They would only be practicing their target shooting if they preemptively attacked nimble beasts like that, that¡¯s all. Next in line would finally be the firearm team that had been restraining themselves for a long time. In order to ensure a higher hit rate, they would always wait for them to come close to 50 meters before opening fire. The sound of the revolver rifles weren¡¯t as unified as that time with the flintlocks. Rather, it was crowded together and continuous. On the top of the city wall, a wave of white smoke began to float upwards while the overpowering smell of gunsmoke wafted over, causing Van¡¯er to uncontrollably sneeze. ¡°This bunch of morons. Even though their might is unacceptably weak, when they fire in unison, the smoke coming out from their rifles is much more overpowering than anything else.¡± Jop said while grumbling. ¡°But ultimately, it is still the artillery which will decide the outcome of the war.¡± Rodney expressed his approval. ¡°It¡¯s the same when we¡¯re dealing with knights, and would probably be the same when dealing with demonic beasts as well.¡° At this moment, a brief and hurried bell toll began to sound from the direction of the lookout post. This was the warning that a hybrid species of demonic beasts had been sighted. Van¡¯er squinted his eyes and looked ahead, only to see two massive shadows slowly making its way forward within the mist. From the looks of its size, it should be a siege beast that possessed a thick carapace. ¡°What did you say was coming earlier?¡± The corners of his mouth rose. ¡°It¡¯s now time for us to show off our worth, switch to solid tipped ammunition.¡± In order to deal with enemies that had comparatively high defensive capabilities, the munitions factory had developed a new type of artillery shell that was capable of penetrating the carapace of an enemy at a range of roughly 200 meters. If the attack on the wolf-like demonic beasts was considered a warm-up exercise, the one at present would be considered the real deal. ¡°I want everyone to do a good job of it.¡± Van¡¯er clapped his hand and said, ¡°We will show the other gunner teams who the most skilled artillerymen are.¡± Chapter 334 Chapter 334: Heart Stopper After scaling up a corner of the city wall, Andrea was immediately greeted with an astonishing scene. All she saw was a row of soldiers, dressed up as militia, standing on top of the wall grasping a strange, stick-like weapon in their hands¡ªthose are probably the firearms Ashes was talking about. Following the approach from the group of demonic beasts, flames as well as dense smoke erupted out from it, causing the sound of continuous explosions to echo in her ears. That ought to be a type of weapon similar to the crossbow, but she couldn¡¯t see the bolts that were shot out by the other side, probably due to the large cloud of smoke and dust. The demonic beasts that were charging at the very front of the pack acted as if they had been ruthlessly smashed by something. Their bodies coming to a halt as they began to fall onto the ground in quick succession. Even so, the soldiers didn¡¯t observe the aftermath of the battle, nor did they load up a new bolt. Instead they continued to fire at the enemy with a speed that was a bit quicker than her fitting an arrow to the bowstring. ¡°Is this the frightening weapon you spoke of?¡± Andrea felt her lips slightly drying out, turning somewhat coarse. ¡°Its rate of fire is definitely fast, but the accuracy is somewhat¡­¡± ¡°Before these people were recruited into the First Army, they were all miners, farmers and hunters.¡± Ashes interrupted her speech. ¡°The time they spent using this weapon is just shy of six months.¡± One normally required at least 5 years of time to groom a well trained warrior, and even more time was needed to train an archer. Even crossbows, which required the least amount of training, still required one to train for at least half a year. Even with training, it would only prevent situations like farmers placing a bolt upside down in panic. As for actual combat? Only God knew whether they were capable of hitting anything. In most cases, they were only brought along to increase one¡¯s prestige. Andrea couldn¡¯t help but swallow her saliva. She was extremely familiar with these kinds of practices, as her clan had nurtured their fair share of outstanding knights. Because of that, she naturally understood the significance of soldiers being combat ready with roughly 6 months worth of training. With an ample supply of weapons and rations, Roland could potentially assemble a massive army within a short time period. Furthermore, there was no need to worry about the troops being routed at the first contact during close quarter combat. Even an elite group of cavalrymen would have a hard time coming close amidst an onslaught of attacks with no intermission. This had nothing to do with the courage or willpower of the militia, but rather, tremendous strength bestowed to them by their weapons. ¡°Do you know something else about the firearm?¡± Tilly asked Sylvie after contemplating it for a moment. The latter nodded her head. ¡°I¡¯ve examined it inside and out countless times. It¡¯s definitely similar to a crossbow, but the arrowhead that is shot out is tiny and has neither a shaft nor tail feathers. The difference lies in the arrowhead not relying on the elasticity of a bowstring, but rather the propelling force of a black, fine powder when it explodes¡ªIt can raise the velocity of the arrowhead to extreme speeds instantaneously..¡± ¡°A black, fine powder?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°What is that?¡± ¡°It¡¯s probably a byproduct of alchemy.¡± She shook her head. ¡°I am not clear about its specific composition either.¡± ¡°It must be very expensive.¡± Andrea said. ¡°The things that alchemists create have never been anything cheap.¡± Ashes curled her lips. ¡°Really¡­From how they¡¯re firing it, it totally doesn¡¯t look like they¡¯re using anything costly.¡± ¡°Hold on, something¡¯s approaching.¡± Sylvie, who was in the process of sizing up the battlefield, was slightly shocked. ¡°My goodness, that¡¯s also a demonic beast? It¡¯s almost as tall as the city wall! From the looks of it, it¡¯s a huge turtle, and it¡¯s carrying a huge carapace behind its back.¡± Andrea immediately came to her senses. ¡°Carapace? I am afraid these guns won¡¯t help much. As long as I am within 10 feet of it, even the city walls would not be able to withstand my magic arrows. Ashes, cover me.¡± ¡°Sigh, alright.¡± Ashes helplessly removed the claymore behind her back. ¡°For the record, you¡¯d better not tarnish the good name of Lady Tilly.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need for you all to go,¡± Sylvie said, in an attempt to stop them. ¡°They still have¡ª¡± Andrea didn¡¯t hear the latter half of what the opposite side was saying. She only heard an earsplitting boom that sounded like lightning exploding right beside her ears. Turning her head back, she saw flames erupting out from the pipe-shaped metal objects erected all around the city wall that happened to coincide with each other. This time, she had faintly caught the trajectory that the arrowheads took as they flew¡ªthey were like a series of shadows. Like a thunderbolt that leaves no time for one to cover their ears, they flew into the distance where the recently appeared monster was. After a number of breaths, snow pillars that were several feet tall began to spring up near the side of the creature. After the snowflakes that were disturbed and flying around had all floated down, the ugly and massive demonic beast continued to advance at a fixed speed¡ªIt was evident that this attack had not managed to hit the target. But even so, it was enough for Andrea to feel extremely shocked¡­ That distance had already surpassed the range of the longbow and the heavy crossbow. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°His Royal Highness calls it field artillery. Simply put, it¡¯s an enlarged firearm.¡± Sylvie relaxed the hands that was covering her ears. ¡°Its might is much stronger than the firearm, and its range had been increased by quite a lot. This was what he used to easily rout Timothy¡¯s militia fleet at the bifurcation point of Redwater river.¡± The luck of the demonic beast didn¡¯t manage to last for long. During the second wave of bombardment, two rounds had accurately struck its carapace. Andrea saw it extremely clearly; along with the muffled sound of the collision, there was a layer of mist that began to riseup from the bumpy carapace. Two holes had directly exploded at the side that was close to its head, causing black blood and viscera to spurt out from it, splattering all over the ground. Not long after, the battle ended. Pieces of demonic corpses laid in front of the city wall. The warm, flowing blood created a haze of white mist above the snow-covered ground. While the soldiers had began reparations, she was still processing the incident, unable to find an opportunity to show off her skills from beginning to end. ¡°Looks like my estimation was off.¡± Tilly smiled helplessly. ¡°He didn¡¯t need any assistance from the combat witches.¡± ¡°The last time I came to this small city, this type of weapon wasn¡¯t widely accessible, and only the Knight Commander could possess them. But now, he had actually produced many of it¡­¡± Ashes sighed. ¡°Perhaps this is exactly the reason why His Royal Highness dares to publicly support the existence of witches, despite being under the heavy pressure of the Church.¡± Andrea didn¡¯t respond. If it was during normal times, she would definitely ridicule Ashes. However, the current her only felt abnormally depressed in her heart. She didn¡¯t even have the strength to to muster an argument. When they returned to the castle, His Royal Highness, Roland still continued to prepare a sumptuous lunch for the witches. Seeing the dishes laid out before her in brilliant colors, Andrea felt even more stifled in her heart. The upper class nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn were very particular about the taste authenticity in their food. They were willing to spend gold royals and energy to buy precious and rare ingredients, and use the most authentic way to cook them. In her eyes, food that was sprinkled with all kinds of spices and sauces¡ªsuch as the one in Greycastle, was a very raffish means of preparation. Seasoning only existed for the sake of covering up the natural defects of the food; Adding more simply signified how poorly it tasted. But unfortunately for her¡­every plate of food on the table was extremely delicious. Like these plump and juicy charcoal grilled mushroom, where exactly did His Royal Highness find them from? The juices that were flowing out from just the slightest bite were practically capable of filling up one¡¯s entire mouth. And then there was this bowl of green vegetable soup. From its appearance, it seemed like an extremely unremarkable bowl of clear soup, but once one took a sip of it into their mouth, a fragrant and flavorsome taste could be felt. It was almost like an entire chicken, some pork ribs and kelp, were thrown into a pot and left to simmer. The most unique food was the dessert after the meal¡ªIce cream bread. It consisted of ice cream, whose milky aroma filled the room, wedged between two pieces of bread. After taking a bite from it, she was lost in its cold and soft texture and was unable to remove herself from it. The fact that it was ¡°winter¡± didn¡¯t prevent her from eating slice after slice of it. Blast it, I thoroughly lose even in this aspect! Looking at Ashes, who was flashing a provocative smile towards her, Andrea found herself being unable to come up with a response for the first time in her life. Chapter 335 Chapter 335: Sudden Changes The third day. Along with the assembly of the large hot air balloon, the day had also arrived for them to depart and explore the ruins. The new hot air balloon was named ¡°Hawk Eye¡±, and its massive basket was capable of accommodating many witches. In addition, it would be enveloped and wrapped around by a canvas, preventing chilly winds and heavy snowfall from affecting it. Since the operation would be safer if it were done quickly, the witches boarded the hot air balloon in succession after bidding a simple farewell to Roland. From the garden behind the castle, it lifted up into the skies and began making its way towards the stone tower. In order to be able to rapidly descend to the ground in times of danger to meet enemies in combat, they had flown the ¡°Hawk Eye¡± at very low altitudes this time around, to the point where it was sweeping past the roofs of the small town. A large number of residents were witnessing the ¡°extraordinary sight¡± while a sizeable amount of people were standing at their original spot, stupefied. There were also people loudly shouting ¡°Long Live His Highness!¡±; in their eyes, it was probable that they believed only the lord of Border Town was capable of bringing about such miracles. When it passed by the western part of the wall, the soldiers of the First Army began to salute in an orderly manner towards the sky. Regardless of whether it was Lightning or Maggie that were flying alongside the hot-air balloon, they were all witches who they were familiar with. It was exceptionally apparent for the young lady Lightning, who had received passionate cheers from the soldiers, as she had regularly given the gunner team directions on where to fire. Very soon, under the fluttering snowflakes that were scattered about the skies, Hawk Eye casted the small town behind it and entered the area where the Concealing Forest laid. Tilly stood at the side of the basket, gazing at the boundless sea of forest far away. The snowy season that had persisted for the entire Month of Demon had turned the place into a sea of dazzling white. The highest branches of the tall trees had all been enveloped by the snow, which at first glance, looked like a sea of dais protruding from the ground, smooth and broad. On the opposite side of the view was a vast range of mountains, which was grey in color under the hazy fog. The foot of the mountain, which was connected to the ground, wasn¡¯t visible at this point, making the arrowhead mountain peaks in the distance seem as if they were floating in mid-air. ¡°What a beautiful scenery.¡± Shiva let off an emotional sigh. ¡°This is still the first time I¡¯ve seen such thick snow cover the western region.¡± ¡°But, aren¡¯t you a witch from the Western Region?¡± Wendy curiously asked. ¡°I originally lived in Fallen Dragon Ridge. That place was closer to the south and it rarely snowed during winter. It wasn¡¯t until later when I heard the news of Lady Tilly developing Sleepy Island did I covertly sneak into a ship bound towards Clearwater port and met up with the other witches.¡± ¡°That explains it.¡± Wendy smiled while shaking her head. ¡°Our Royal Highness has always been grumbling about the absence of witches coming forward even after rumors of the association settling down in Border Town had been disseminated¡­Turns out he was one-step behind all along.¡± ¡°Oh, is your side circulating news of a gathering place for witches too?¡± ¡°They are. It¡¯s a shame that the person in charge of it is pretty inexperienced. He was discovered right away by me when he had just arrived at Fallen Dragon Ridge.¡± Ashes said in a self-complacent manner. ¡°I had even managed to catch him red-handed in Silver City. Apparently, his name was Theo?¡± ¡°You¡¯re a witch after all. It¡¯d be natural for you to notice such a weird rumor.¡± Andrea curled her lips. ¡°If you hadn¡¯t met Lady Tilly, you would have probably gone to Border Town a long time ago.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no way I will serve under His Royal Highness¡ª¡± ¡°Hoh.¡± She mimicked her voice and said, ¡°His Royal Highness¡­sounds to me you had quite the talent in calling him that.¡± ¡°Pfft!¡± Tilly couldn¡¯t refrain herself from laughing loudly. Yesterday, she had saw Andrea wearing a sulky expression on her face, but from the looks of it currently, she had seemingly returned to normal. Within Sleeping Island, the only person that dare to find fault with Ashes would be Andrea, who had an illustrious family background. ¡°No matter if it¡¯s at Sleeping Island or Border Town, we¡¯re all family here. There¡¯s no need to discriminate here, alright?¡± Turning her head, her gaze swept past the large group of witches in succession. Everyone had already found out what ability the other had before setting off. This was done so that they could find a reasonable role for everyone in the case of an enemy attack. One could say that the number of combat witches in Border Town completely paled in comparison to that of Sleeping Island, who had a large number of them. In fact, it was to the point that a large number of witches were incapable of combat. However, it was exactly because of their relentless efforts that turned the little town into what it was today. Tilly¡¯s line of sight stopped at Anna. If she had to choose someone within the group that left the most profound impression on her, it would probably be this woman who awoke her powers in the Border region and had the deepest impression of Roland. As long as she stood near her, she would be able to feel a heavy and gentle feeling that was difficult to describe. It was still the first time Tilly had encountered such a feeling. If she really had to describe it, it would be the soft and firm feeling coming from someone¡¯s back when they were lying on a vast plain. It was the kind of feeling that allowed someone to truly feel relaxed. Other than talking to Roland, Anna was a silent person and her expression rarely changed as well. However, as long as she was standing within a group of witches, her presence was something that was very difficult for people to overlook. Moreover, from what Sylvie said, Anna was also the quickest witch that had undergone an evolution in Border Town. She possessed a huge, stunning amount of magical power and her black flames, which she could freely manipulate the shape of, was abnormally strong. What¡¯s more, she was also the first witch to read through and finish the ¡°Theoretical Foundations of Natural Science¡±. This fact made Tilly feel as if she had found a kindred spirit. If she was able to sit around a fireplace with Anna and properly discuss the miraculous knowledge present in the book during such a winter, it would presumably be an incomparably happy occasion. Tilly was filled with anticipation for that day to come. The fifth princess then shifted her gaze towards Lightning, who was outside the basket. Being the daughter of Thunder, she was in many ways similar to the No.1 adventurer of the Fjord. She was lively, possessed an inquisitive heart, was filled with energy, and had an innate nature that was suitable for flying. Tilly believed that only the vast and limitless skies was capable of accommodating her free spirited mindset. Although Thunder had hoped her daughter could live her entire life in a conscientious manner, after seeing the young lady, Tilly knew she was destined to become an adventurer, whose achievement in the future might even surpass her father. The only thing she could do now was to protect her the best that she can. ¡°We¡¯re almost there.¡± Lightning informed everyone. While Tilly was engrossed in her thoughts, she had since drawn close to the side of the basket. ¡°Come in and rest a little.¡± Wendy had a deeply concerned expression on her face. ¡°Your lips have turned white from the cold.¡± ¡°No worries, my face is just feeling a bit numb.¡± She patted her rosy red cheeks. ¡°Fortunately, there¡¯s the scarf His Royal Highness gave me. My ears don¡¯t feel cold at all.¡± On the way there, they did not run into any of those ferocious-looking devils. Even though the demonic beasts that were in the forest they were traversing through would raise their head and let off a roar or two from time to time, it was evident they didn¡¯t have the ability to attack the hot air balloon that was above them. As such, the first half of the journey went by without much of a hitch. However, when the ¡°Hawk Eye¡± was above the destination, everyone was stupefied with the scene in front of them. The only thing they saw was an aftermath of a large beast sweeping past a chunk of the forest. At every spot, fragments of tree trunks and branches laid scattered about while snow had been flipped over and mixed with the soil. From the looks of it, it was an extremely chaotic sight. ¡°Where¡¯s the stone tower?¡± Ashes asked. ¡°It was originally there.¡± Lightning¡¯s voice was filled with disbelief as she pointed at the empty patch of land underneath her foot. ¡°It¡­ disappeared.¡± Tilly looked towards the direction she was pointing at. On the surface of the ground, which color alternated between brown and white, was a large hole. It was pitch black, bottomless and looked as if someone had excavated a passage at this area towards the abyss. Based on the size of the hole itself, the excavator must certainly be somebody who possessed an astonishingly huge body. ¡°Sylvie, take a look at what was in that hole.¡± Sylvie¡¯s brows very quickly creased while her complexion began to look very terrible. ¡°It¡¯s a¡ªit¡¯s a monster that looked like a maggot. It is currently moving towards the Northwest direction¡ª Hold on a second, the ruins are in its stomach!¡± ¡°What, in its stomach?¡± Ashes said in a shocked manner. ¡°That¡¯s right, I saw the stone tower¡­as well as the ice coffin you all were talking about.¡± She said, while carefully examining it. ¡°My goodness, it had swallowed the whole ruins down into its stomach!¡± What should they do next? Everyone began to look at Tilly spontaneously. ¡°Is there anything else besides the worm?¡± The fifth princess asked in a deep voice. ¡°The devils in particular.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­There are some demonic beasts, but they¡¯re all in its belly. Seems like they were already dead.¡± Sylvie observed for a moment before shaking her head. Tilly contemplated for a moment and spoke in a decisive manner. ¡°We descend now. A team will keep guard outside while the other team will follow me into the caves. We will slay the demonic beasts and take back the ice coffin.¡± Chapter 336 Chapter 336: The worm¡¯s belly ¡°Tilly, you can¡¯t!¡± Just when Ashes wanted to stop Tilly, she was cut off by her. ¡°In order for someone to enter the hole, they needed to rely on witches who can fly to bring them out.¡± Tilly waved the ring that was on her finger. ¡°Although carrying a heavy object will greatly increase the consumption of magical power, I can at least bring another witch along. This is something that will play a big part in this operation¡ªIf we can bring another witch with us, we will be that much more adaptable when a situation arises.¡± She paused for a moment and looked at the witches in Border Town. ¡°Anna, Lightning and Maggie, I¡¯ll have to ask for your help.¡± The three did not raise any objection and the little girl, Lightning, even had an eager expression on her face. Tilly heaved a small sigh of relief. ¡°In that case, we will also include Ashes, Shiva and Sylvie into the list of people heading into the hole. I will entrusting the safety of the surface entrance to you, the remaining home girls.¡± ¡°Lady Tilly, please allow me to come along with you.¡± Andrea opened her mouth and said. ¡°If they happen to come across a group of demonic beasts, I am afraid it would be impossible for Nightingale to handle it all alone.¡± Tilly shook her head. ¡°As the two of you happened to be skilled in long and close range combat respectively, you¡¯re able to coordinate your attacks with each other. ¡°Rest assured. I will protect the entrance in your stead.¡± Nightingale appeared to be very confident when she said that. ¡°Whether is it a devil or a demonic beast, they will be unable to take a step close.¡± Tilly had considered the matter very clearly. The few witches that had been chosen to go down the hole were greatly dependent by the carrying capacity of the flying witches. The first and heaviest object that needed to be taken into consideration of was the ¡°coffin¡±. If they were unable to awaken the girl on the spot, they would have to break the coffin into pieces and bring it away. In that case, it would roughly be equivalent to the weight of 2-3 witches. Only Shiva¡¯s invisible barrier was capable of moving such a heavy object. Sylvie¡¯s magic eyes was necessary as well. Without her, it would be impossible for them to locate the precise location of the ruins in the creature¡¯s stomach. The same was true for Anna¡¯s cutting and heating ability, although they were unable to fly. Thankfully, they were relatively light and could be carried by Maggie after she transformed into a demonic bird. Finally, was Ashes, an extraordinaire who could easily fight in any situation. She would be moved and carried by Tilly herself. According to what Lightning said, even though she was capable of flight, her altitude would decline extremely quickly the moment she took someone along. It was possible she would not be able to fly out of such a deep hole. Her advantage laid in her excellent flexibility and speed. With her around, their awareness and probing abilities would be effectively increased along with their capability to pull off a pincer attack. The importance of these few witches was almost irreplaceable and the absence of the one person would make things especially complicated. Because of that, her decision to head down wasn¡¯t done in the spur of the moment, but rather something done after taking all the factors into account. As for Andrea¡­ While her destructive power was extremely stunning within close range, her power will be greatly reduced under the narrow and pitch dark terrain. Since that was the case, it would be better to have her guard the surface with Nightingale as precautions against the demonic beasts patrolling nearby. It wasn¡¯t as if Tilly hadn¡¯t considered the idea of giving up the rescue and returning back like that. However, there was always a sort of uneasy premonition in her heart. Of all the undamaged region near it, why did it only settle on the remnant of the stone tower? Especially the direction where the massive beast was crawling from¡ªshe gazed at the northwestern mountains. Following that, was exactly the place where the devils were residing. Could it be possible that there were some sort of relation between the two parties? Under the control of Wendy and Anna, the hot air balloon quickly and steadily reached the ground. After Tilly put aside the distracting thoughts in her mind and reviewed the plan once more, she took a deep breath and spoke while emphasising every word, ¡°We shall now depart.¡± ¡­.. The hole was much deeper than she had expected and the height of its interior was about two stories high. The passage stretched vertically downwards at the beginning, but started slanting shortly after and eventually formed a horizontal passageway. All around its wall, the soil emitted an unpleasant smell. If one were to come closer, they would be able to see a sticky liquid dripping down from the surface of the soil which resembled the mucus of a slug. As the group of witches continued to head deeper, the light that was shining into the hole quickly faded away. Other than a few feebly illuminated areas lit up by the few torches, the entire cave were immersed in a sea of darkness. Furthermore, the whistling sounds of the wind had subsequently gone quiet as well. The feeling of coldness was gradually being replaced with heat that was coming from the core of the planet. Tilly felt warm coming into her body again. Looking at the flames that were sometimes close and sometimes far, she couldn¡¯t help herself from associating it with fireflies. ¡°The massive beast is just at the front.¡± It was at that moment that Sylvie softly spoke. However, there was no need for her reminder; everyone was aware that they getting closer to the objective. A strange noise began to come from the depths of the cave. It sounded somewhat similar to the rustling sounds made when an autumn wind blew through a forest, but at the same time, it also sounded like ¡°kachi kachi¡± chewing noises.. ¡°Let¡¯s descend.¡± After Tilly had Ashes who was on her back hold two of the torches, she reduced their elevation through the magic stone until her feet were in the flexible and sticky mud. Soon after, Anna began to illuminate the place with a chilly and bright light. She had once again turned her black flames into the heart of fire. The chilly and gentle rays of light immediately flooded the vicinity. Under the dark green flame, the witches could clearly see the tail of the massive beast. It was slowly crawling forward while it¡¯s grey, wriggling outer skin secreted mucus unceasingly, making its rotting smell become even more pungent. ¡°A large and disgusting worm.¡± Ashes pulled out her claymore. ¡°What should we do next? Should I slice its belly open?¡± ¡°Wait, Anna has to be the one to kill it.¡± Tilly shook her head and said. ¡°I am still unaware about how big of a threat the things in its stomach will pose to us. It will be too risky for you to approach it using a sword.¡± ¡°Mhm, let me give it a try.¡± While maintaining the green flames and making sure they did went out, Anna summoned a ball of black flames once more. In an instant, the black flames turned into a string the thickness of a finger and flew directly towards the massive beast. The thin string penetrated the skin of the monster effortlessly and sliced the side of its belly. Perhaps due to the high temperature, the skin that was in contact with the black string immediately began to burn. The liquid inside its body evaporated, causing billows of white mist to spurt out of its body. Shiva, who had long been equipped for this, activated her invisible barrier, blocking the juices that were flying out from all directions, one after the other. This is the power that comes from evolution. Tilly quietly thought to herself. Even though Anna had introduced her abilities before departing, seeing it actually happen with her own eyes still shocked her. It was capable of operating outside of her body through her consciousness and it was much sharper than any greatsword in thin string form. What¡¯s more, it was extremely difficult to see its trajectory, making it impossible for an enemy to evade them. The creature let out a sharp and anguished howl, while its body began to squirm around frantically. However, the black flame continued to slice everything ahead of it and speedily shred a greater part of its body. As for the flowing liquid, before it even managed to come near the witches, it had all been evaporated by the lump of the green fire. Gradually, the massive beast stopped its struggle. Its skin also began to relax. ¡°It¡¯s dead.¡± Sylvie said. ¡°Its heart already stopped beating.¡± ¡°This thing has a heart too?¡± Ashes asked while pitching her nose. ¡°It¡¯s at its head and is almost as big as the basket of Hawk Eye. What¡¯s more¡­¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°Magical power is circulating all around its body.¡± ¡°In other words, this is a mixed breed of demonic beast?¡± ¡°No one knows the answer.¡± Tilly said. ¡°There are very few records regarding demonic beasts and the wilderness in the history books. As there are still a lot of unknowns around here, it¡¯s be best if we hurry and dig the coffins out.¡± After going through another round of burning from Anna, the rotting smell was not as intense as before. Under the guidance of Sylvie, they speedily discovered the ruins that had been swallowed.¡ªNeedless to say, the present basement had already been turned into disorderly pieces of rocks to the point that it was virtually impossible to make out its original shape. As for the magic illumination stone that Lightning talked about, they had all became lumps of mush. Fortunately, the transparent crystal column were still as good as before. Despite being rummaged out from the beast¡¯s sticky belly, there was not a strand of corrosion on top, and the girl that was sealed within the crystal still carried an appearance as if she was alive. ¡°What happen next is up to you now.¡± Tilly said to Anna. Chapter 337 Chapter 337: Rescue Anna nodded her head. She stretched the black flames out into a thin thread, and lightly pressed it against the crystal column. The crowd of witches involuntarily held their breath; they only saw a continuous stream of green smoke rising from the point of contact. In actuality, that wasn¡¯t the true color of the smoke, but instead a different color tone that emerged under the radiance of the green flame. The black flames dug deeper into the crystal. ¡°How is it?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°It might be a little taxing, but I will be able to slice it open.¡± Anna replied. Suddenly, the ¡°ice coffin¡± began to change. Along with a crisp breaking sound, a few cracks appeared at the spot the black flames had dug into and began to extend throughout the coffin. In an instant, it had covered the entire coffin like a spider web. Almost at the same time, Shiva brought up the barrier and enveloped the witches within it. However, the expected explosion did not happen. The shattered crystal fragments began to fall apart piece by piece, exposing a core that emitted cold air. The interior was a genuine ice crystal. At that instant, everyone felt a chilly wave hit them in their face, and the surrounding temperature rapidly decreased. Fortunately, Anna quickly prevent the temperature from dropping further and raised it back to its original state. Under the scorching heat of the black flames, the crystal began to melt even faster while it rapidly lost its transparency. The edges and corners that made up its shape was no longer apparent. Like an ordinary ice cube, it was shrinking as it melted. However, Tilly noticed that the floor wasn¡¯t covered in a large pool of water. Instead, all the parts that had melted turned into smoke and drifted away, making it seem as if the ¡°ice coffin¡± had never existed in the first place. When all but a miniscule amount of the ice crystals had melted, the body of the girl who was sealed inside was uncovered. She had seemingly remained in the midst of a deep sleep. Her long hair, as well as her garment, did not possess any traces of being soaked and were no different than the time she was sealed in ice. Her powerless body began to fall backwards after losing the support of the cylinder and was caught by Ashes¡¯ embrace. ¡°Is she still alive?¡± ¡°Although it¡¯s very weak, her heart hasn¡¯t stopped beating.¡±Ashes pressed one of her hand onto the girl¡¯s chest. ¡°This¡­is just implausible.¡± It was indeed implausible. Tilly thought. For the duration spanning this short week, she realized the incredible things she witnessed in Border Town were far greater than anything that she had seen within the past year. Tilly let off a small sigh of relief. Her identity was all but confirmed. Since she was someone that was capable of surviving within the extremely cold ice crystals. She was a witch. The foray this time had, at long last, not been for naught. As for her name, origin, and the reason she was trapped within these ruins, those questions could slowly be answered once they returned. ******************* Andrea was guarding the side of the cave in a seemingly bored manner. Occasionally, she would cast a gaze towards the bottom, hoping that the first thing she saw was Tilly in the midst of returning. There was no presence of devils near the cave and even demonic beasts were rarely seen. Occasionally, some common wolves and boar species would come out from the forest. But before she could even draw her bow, Nightingale had already stabbed her dagger into their head. The passing of time had seemingly become slower. Apart from her, the witches that had remained near the cave were all from the witch association. Even if she wanted to, it was incapable for her to talk to someone to pass time. Although the girl named Wendy appeared to be extremely amiable, Andrea couldn¡¯t find the resolve to strike a conversation with her. As an upper class noble from the Kingdom of Dawn, grace and self-restraint were essential qualities a non-married woman should possess. Forget it. I will chat with Nightingale instead. I heard that she recently fought with Ashes. Surprisingly, they fought to a stalemate. That being the case, if I treat it as gathering information about my rival, it shouldn¡¯t be considered as striking the conversation. Mhm, this is just a necessary job I have to accomplish. She stretched her hand to pat away the snow that had collected on her head and looked up. Her heart however, abruptly skipped a beat¡ªNightingale was gone. The woman who possessed golden curls and an air of elegance similar to that of a noble, was originally leaning against the side of the basket. However, she had now vanished without a trace. Oh that¡¯s right, her ability was invisibility. Thinking up to this point, Andrea calmed her heart and and began to perceive any sounds of movement around her. When one¡¯s sight was unable to be put into good use, their ears and nose would become their best assistant in ascertaining the whereabouts of an enemy. Soon after, she heard the soft noises of footsteps brushing against something. Is it Nightingale? No, that¡¯s not right. Andrea felt her hairs standing on end. It was obvious that these footsteps weren¡¯t something a single person was capable of producing¡ªThere was a group of people that were currently approaching this place. They were in the jungles ahead of them, and were only a hundred steps away from herself! However, when she looked ahead, the place her eye landed on was still undisturbed. There wasn¡¯t even a trace of shadow could be found¡­ The sound of the footsteps very quickly sounded in close proximity to her. My god, the enemy is invisible! Just when she was about to alarm the others, a sound of explosion suddenly rang in her ears. A flame suddenly appeared and disappeared in mid-air. Following after was a wave of shimmers in the air and a monster who possessed a peculiar physique appeared. It had a long and narrow head and possessed a pair of sharp sickles. From its appearance, it was like a mutated praying mantis. However, the only thing that made it different from other insects was that it was walking upright. The bullet shot from the firearm smashed the side of its face into pieces. Black blood began to spurt out from its skull and had almost landed on Andrea¡¯s body. With a loud thud, the creature fell down to the ground. Following which, she saw Nightingale¡¯s white cape and hood fluttering in the wind. Following which, the second gunshot rang! Damn it, I was careless! Andrea bit her lips tightly. She wished that she could had noticed it earlier. Although she had summoned her bow, she was not aware of which direction she should have fired her arrows. She could only retreat back to the side of the basket and stand together with the other witches. Four gunshots rang forth and four monsters toppled over, all of them killed with a shot each. When Nightingale once again materialized herself beside a monster, Andrea put down her weapon and quickly walked towards Nightingale. ¡°What is that?¡± ¡°If it isn¡¯t a demonic beast, then it should be a devil.¡± She crouched down and fiddled with its talons and hand sickles. ¡°But judging from its blood color, it¡¯s probably a demonic beast.¡± ¡°When did you discover them?¡± ¡°Ever since they appeared.¡± Nightingale smiled. ¡°In the dense fog, the radiance coming from the magic in their bodies were as showy as the sea of stars in a night sky.¡± ¡°Can a demonic beast possess such an ability?¡± Andrea knitted her eyebrows and asked. The smile that was on the other party disappeared. ¡°Hmm¡­I guess it¡¯s because mixed breed are somewhat special.¡± At that moment, the witches that entered the depths of the cave earlier just so happened to return to the surface as well. Besides the original 7 members, there was also an additional blue-haired girl on Ashes shoulder as well. ¡°Is she the person that was crying for help in the ruins?¡± Andrea said while going forward to welcome them. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Tilly nodded her head. ¡°I will explain the situation in detail once we get back to the Hawk Eye. The longer I stay in this forest, the more uneasy I feel. That reminds me, did any of you encounter any dangerous situation on the surface?¡± ¡°Only a few strange and mixed-breed demonic beasts came. However, they¡¯re all dead.¡± Nightingale lightly shrugged her shoulders. The hot air balloon quickly inflated and rose up into the air. The basket rose to the very top of a tree and began to make its way towards the small town. At this moment, Sylvie cried out in alarm, ¡°My god, what are those things below? Are they demonic beasts?¡± ¡°Demonic beasts?¡± Andrea extended her head and looked towards the directions of the ruins. However, she was unable to see anything. That¡¯s not right. There was indeed something moving on the surface. The corpse of the monster which originally laid on the ground had lost half of its body all of a sudden. The bloodstains that was on the ground had been trampled upon and fell apart. Strange worm wriggling movements could be seen between the border of the mud and snow. The scene was almost as if one was looking through a glass cup; if they didn¡¯t examine carefully, it would be very difficult for them to spot the changes. ¡°It is those strange mixed breed species again.¡± Nightingale spoke in a careless manner. ¡°There are probably about a hundred of them or so. They were trying to outdo each other in running towards the hole¡­Could it be that they were attracted by the large worm and wanted to make a hearty meal out of it?¡± She yawned. ¡°Although, that has nothing to do with us anymore.¡± Chapter 338 Chapter 338: Police Vader got out of his bed with a flip and attempted to do a series of exercises with his body. He didn¡¯t feel the least bit of pain from his back. Apparently, what the Knight was saying was right: as long as the wound was left as it was, it would quickly recover. ¡°How does it feel?¡± Kukasim asked. ¡°It¡¯ll be better if you¡¯re able to rest up a little more.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t be a burden. Didn¡¯t I do a pretty good job yesterday?¡± Vader put on his shabby jacket and set his feet into his knee-high boots. ¡°Besides, only by working for them earlier did I get a share of the wheat porridge. After all, I can¡¯t eat your portion every time. One bowl is simply insufficient to split between the two of us.¡± ¡°Truth be told, I think that it¡¯s pretty good. Compared to the porridge they offered for the needy, the wheat porridge here is much more substantial. I can still taste a bit of meat in them.¡± The old man shook his head. ¡°Kid, you¡¯re a member of the patrol team. It¡¯s possible you¡¯re not clear about life in the slum district. In that place, the gruel is just like a clear soup, except that the soup has a few more wheat grains. In order to make it appear a bit more nourishing, they normally cook it together with grass and tree leaves. While it¡¯s possible the wheat porridge the Lord gave out will not fill our stomachs up completely, it will not starve us too badly either.¡± ¡°I only want the two of us to eat our fill.¡± Vader said with a smile as he finished tying his shoelaces. ¡°Alright.¡± Kukasim sighed. ¡°In that case, make sure to take good care of your body and not overexert yourself.¡± It was a strange feeling. He was originally just a scapegoat chosen by a street rat, but now his behaviour was resembling that of his own elder, Vader thought to himself. What was even more strange, was that it hadn¡¯t actually felt that bad. ¡°I will.¡± He shook his head, as if he had found something amusing, and put on his hood. ¡°You too.¡± Right as he pushed the door open, he saw two men who were currently standing outside the door. The shallow blue color that had been embroidered on their shoulders and armbands, along with the white uniform they wore revealed the visitors¡¯ identity¡ªclerks under the employment of the city hall. Vader¡¯s brows couldn¡¯t help but crease slightly. ¡°May I know who you are looking for?¡± One of the men took out a slip of paper and gave it a quick glance. ¡°Are you Vader?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Did something happen?¡° Kukasim had also noticed the situation that was unfolding outside the house. ¡°Congratulations.¡± The other man revealed a smile. ¡°You passed the paper test to become a public security agent. What follows will be a week of comprehensive training.¡± He passed a small card over to Vader. ¡°This is your temporary identity card. Head with it to the camp of the Second Army, someone will be there to receive you.¡± His eyes were wide open. ¡°I¡­ have passed the lord¡®s assessment?¡± ¡°No, not yet.¡± The clerk replied. ¡°The paper test was just the first round of selection. You will still have to complete the training and receive the approval of the chief knight. Only then can you consider yourself through the assessment and an official public security agent.¡± The two left promptly after saying their piece. They did not demand any money from him, nor did they try to win him over emotionally. The purpose of their visit was seemingly just to bring the news to him. ¡°You¡¯ve made it!¡± The old man patted Vader¡¯s shoulder emotionally and said, ¡°Back then, you were still saying something along the line of how it was impossible for you to be chosen.¡± Vader was shocked for a good amount of time before he muttered a reply. ¡°Because those questions were really most odd.¡± The old man was slightly startled. ¡°What questions are you talking about?¡± He involuntarily thought back to the incident a week ago. Once he came to know that His Royal Highness was recruiting public security agents¡ªthe new name for patrol guards, he went to the city hall as the recruitment posting had suggested and expressed his interest. The response had also been relatively quick; just five days had passed before he received a letter about a test. Vader had been full of confidence. Not only did he fully satisfy the requirements for the post, he also possessed more than five years¡¯ worth of practical experience. Besides, this town was indeed lacking someone to keep an eye on the populace. Because of that, he felt that his chances of being chosen were great. If he could become a member of the patrol team, he would be able to provide aid to Kukasim any time, even if his place of residence was in the inner city. But he didn¡¯t expect, indeed the test surpassed what everyone on the scene expected. More than a hundred applicants were sitting in a large hall, while the Knight handed out papers to them one by one. He requested that they answer all of the questions listed on top of the papers and write them down in a neat and orderly fashion. He had even said that the person who would ultimately be looking through their papers would be none other than His Royal Highness himself. This format immediately led to a loud outcry among the crowd. Even though the requirement that one needed to be literate had been clearly stated, no one had expected that it would actually be incorporated into the test. At that moment, over half the people were dumbfounded. Even though Vader was able to understand the questions on the paper, he sat frozen at his place after carefully scanning through it one more time¡ªWhat sort of weird questions are these? This was one of the question, for instance. ¡°You¡¯re a coachman for a four-wheel carriage and are travelling along a narrow strip of mountainous road. Inside your carriage are two citizens. At this moment, a group of refugees suddenly appears on the road ahead. You cannot avoid them, and can only choose to collide with them head on, or let the carriage fall from the precipice. The former choice will cause the deaths of a large number of refugees while the latter choice will cause the death of the two citizens. No matter the choice you make, you will always be able to rely on your athletic skills to survive. In this case, what would your choice be? Please explain your reasons in a minimum of 300 words.¡± This question would putting anyone at a loss. Even though it mentioned which side was the commoner and which was the refugee, the specific number of refugees was completely unclear. Because of that, even if he wanted to weigh his choices, he was clueless as to where to begin. Moreover, he had always believed that running over a bunch of refugees wasn¡¯t anything too serious. However, perhaps that wasn¡¯t the answer His Royal Highness was after. In that case, should he choose to have the citizens die? Could it be that that was also an accurate answer? At that point, he had even convinced himself that His Highness was deliberately making things hard. He believed that in reality, the true public security agents had long been decided already. ¡°It¡¯s nothing. Perhaps it¡¯s just been my imagination.¡± Vader inhaled a mouthful of air. ¡°Well then, I will be heading to the camp now.¡± ¡°Mhm.¡± Kukasim heartily laughed and said. ¡°I believe you will definitely become an official public security agent.¡± ¡­.. The camp of the Second Army was located on the north side of the small town, outside the stone walls that made up the inner city. When Vader rushed to that place, he discovered that the Chief Knight was already waiting for him in the camp. ¡°From today onwards, all of you are police cadets.¡± After waiting for everyone to arrive, Carter opened his mouth and said, ¡°In the coming week, all of you will be required to stay in this camp and receive special training. The people who pass will stay, while the people who fail will scram back to where they come from! I will teach you all discipline, and what it means to work under His Royal Highness!¡± In Vader¡¯s memories, this was exactly how a test should look, except¡­ there were only 15 people remaining out of the 100 applicants. He cast a few quick glances around. From their dress and complexion, with the exception of himself, the rest of the people should be natives here. As expected, the literacy requirement hadn¡¯t been a joke. ¡°Permission to speak!¡± Someone raised their hand and said. Carter¡¯s lips parted into a grin and said, ¡°Oh? Seems like you¡¯re pretty familiar with customs in the army. Speak.¡± ¡°Haha, my big brother is in the First Army.¡± He stroked the back of his head and said, ¡®Sir, may I ask what exactly is a police? Aren¡¯t we supposed to be public security?¡± ¡°The police is part of the public security service. Think of them as the crew that is responsible for enforcing law and order within His Highness¡¯s territory. They¡¯re required to arrest criminals, crackdown on illegal acts, maintain order in the territory, carry out policies issued by His Royal Highness and the city hall and help the commoners in need.¡± ¡°Help the commoners? But you just said that we will be serving under His Royal Highness¡­¡± ¡°There is no distinction between the two. Serving the people under His Royal Highness means serving His Royal Highness as well. What, do you want to enter the castle and attend to him personally?¡± Carter shrugged his shoulders and said, ¡°We can talk about that once you have become an outstanding knight.¡± But knights are nobility¡­ Vader thought. Compared to commoners like them, the difference in social status was like heaven and earth. Not something one can bridge just by thinking about it. ¡°Remember, you¡¯re both executors of the law and guardians of the people. For now, go to your tents and change into your uniforms.¡± The chief knight clapped his hands. ¡°After that, I just happen to have a mission that I would like to entrust to you all to complete.¡± Chapter 339 Chapter 339: Assassins When Vader took off his patch-covered coat and put on his brand new uniform, he began to feel his entire body warming up nicely. The top layer of the clothes was a thick leather material, and the inside also had a cotton lining. They possessed both the heat retention of leather, and the softness of the cloth. Just these materials alone were worth several silver royals. Although in shape it was similar to the uniforms of the city hall, the color was, on the contrary, worlds apart. The predominant color of the outfit was pure black while the shoulders, collar and cuff had a white stripe border, making it very eye-catching. After the fifteen of them had put on their new uniforms and once again stood in a row, they were unable to restrain their emotions and stuck out their chests a little. ¡°Not bad,¡± Carter revealed a satisfied smile. ¡°Now, all of you follow me.¡± At this point, the snow was still drifting in the sky. For Vader, it was still the first time he had witnessed snow falling unceasingly in autumn. Snow would occasionally fall in Valencia, but it would stop after one or two days at most. When that happened, children would frequently line up snowmen along the street. They would roll the snow up into snowballs and throw them back and forth between each other. As a result, children thought of snowy days as holidays. These were days of extreme inconvenience to the grown-ups, however. The excess snow made their shoes wet and moldy, which made it extremely difficult for them to traverse the streets. Shops ended up virtually devoid of people¡­ The weight of snow would even cause the roofs of houses to occasionally collapse. At such a time, the patrol team would be dead set on staying indoors. Even if they had to go out, they would only find a tavern for everyone to sit around the fireplace. Drinking warm ale, they would flirt with the barmaids. However, none of that was evident in Border Town. Every day, there would be someone clearing the excess snow from the street, and sweeping it to either side of the road¡ª This was a job that the city hall had long been recruiting for. It was possible for one to work on a daily or monthly basis and people considered it a job with a low but fast return. There were a large number of residents heading to and fro on the streets. Some were wearing straw hats, while others had cloaks draped over them. All of them were busy minding their own business. If one could get rid of all of the fallen snow in the town, it wouldn¡¯t be too far out of the question to call it summer. If he hadn¡¯t witnessed it with his own eyes, Vader would absolutely not believe that a small town at the edge of the kingdom would appear much livelier than Valencia. If it hadn¡¯t been for the absence of a tall chapel and bell tower in the town, he would have seriously believed himself to be in some large city. The party arrived at the wharf very quickly. Ten or more sailboats had been docked on the Redwater River and several hundred people had already gathered near the shore. Seems like I¡¯ve encountered such a scene before¡­ that¡¯s right! An image came to Vader¡¯s mind. When he, and other refugees from the Eastern Region, had arrived at this small dock, this was also the scene that had greeted them. ¡°Permission to speak! Were those people¡­¡± ¡°They were refugees from the South and the North. In order to allow them to get through the winter safely, His Royal Highness specially sent people to bring them to Border Town. Your role is to assist the city hall in maintaining order and to get those people in a line into the inspection checkpoint. Once that is done, you will quarantine them and write each of them into the record,¡± Carter instructed them. ¡°As the police officers are still few in number, the First Army will be assisting you. However, this job will be assigned to all of you to accomplish on your own in the future.¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± From the sound of it, it wasn¡¯t a hard task at all and was little more than directing refugees into a queue to collect their porridge. Vader walked towards the front of the checkpoint and began to yell in a loud voice so that everyone could hear his instructions clearly and approach him in an orderly manner. ¡°What¡¯s your name? Where¡¯re you from? Do you have any thing you¡¯re good at? Can you read?¡± Every refugee that passed through the checkpoint would be subjected to a round of inquiries by the clerks in the city hall, following which their responses would be roughly recorded. Vader knew that this was just a rough estimate. Once everyone had settled in, a further investigation would verify everyone¡¯s responses. The people who possessed special abilities or knowledge would be prioritized in their transfer into the inner city.¡ªThis process was something he had personally experienced once. Suddenly, a burst of commotion rang out behind him. Vader turned his head only to see a man clad in a furry gown arrive at the wharf under the protection of a group of guards. The long, grey hair blowing in the end made his status clear¡ªHe was the feudal lord of the land, HRH Roland Wimbledon. A number of people dressed up in fine clothing, who ought to be the people in charge of city hall, stood beside him. Never in his mind had he imagined that His Royal Highness would brave the flurry of snow to personally observe this batch of refugees. In a severe winter, it was rare to find a higher noble who was willing to leave a warm bed at the crack of dawn, especially when there were servants present to take care of everything. ¡°My name is Jockmau, and I am from the Northern Lands. Er¡­ my sp-speciality lies in farming. I can¡¯t read.¡± ¡°Farming?¡± The city hall official checked the relevant box on his form. ¡°Okay, pass on.¡± It was at this exact moment that Vader noticed the individual casting a glance in the direction of His Royal Highness. There was not the least veneration present in his eyes. In its stead was an emotion completely different from that of the other commoners. ¡°Hold it.¡± He said unconsciously. ¡°W-What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°You¡¯re a farmer, right? Can you tell me which month one should sow their winter wheat? The city hall official looked at him as well with a somewhat annoyed look on his face. ¡°I am only going through the preliminary registration for now, and I don¡¯t have the time to distinguish whether every single one of them is telling the truth. Didn¡¯t Sir Carter explain clearly how the process should work? All I need you to do is maintain order around these parts.¡± After hearing what the official said, the man immediately shut his mouth. Seriously, what an idiot! Vader pursed his brow and continued speaking, ignoring the official. ¡°The way you speak doesn¡¯t resemble a northerner. Instead, it is similar to the accent commonly used near the middle of the kingdom. Which town in the North did you come from? I¡¯m very familiar with the places there.¡± Jockmau hesitated for a moment, but remained silent. ¡°Your attire is also strange. Even if you were lucky enough not to freeze to death in the North in this outfit, your fingers ought to have developed frostbite by now. The temperature there is below freezing all year round, you know.¡± Vader grabbed his right hand. ¡°What about your gloves? Don¡¯t tell me you threw them away because you realized when you arrived that it was slightly warmer?¡± Even the personnel manning the checkpoint had now noticed the fishy part of his tale. It might be understandable if one lied about being skilled at something, probably trying to obtain better treatment. However, if someone chose to conceal their own origin, that action was much more suspicious. ¡°Where exactly did you come from?¡± Jockmau clenched his teeth. Suddenly, he took out a red pellet from his breast. He slapped it into his mouth and yelled, ¡°Out of my way!¡± Vader suddenly felt his wrist became scaldingly hot. Although his conditioned reflexes kicked in and made him want to pin the man down to the floor, he found that even with all of his strength, he was not moving at all. Jockmau raised his shoulder and Vader felt his entire body fly into the air. He fell to the ground heavily and a scorching pain ignited in his back. Dammit, my wound opened! Spitting out a mouthful of saliva, he shook off some of the dizziness in his brain and turned over, getting himself up. Alas, Jockmau was no longer in his original position. Four or five refugees scuttled out of the crowd, and their actions were as nimble as the demonic beasts outside the town walls. With a few steps, they vaulted over the temporary railing set up by the City Hall and ran toward the prince. The goal of the group of people was painstakingly obvious. They were here for the high-ranking officials of Border Town, as well as their feudal lord. Recalling the monstrous strength that had erupted from Jockmau, Vader¡¯s mind could imagine the prince¡¯s royal guard being torn to shreds on the spot. Even the prince himself would be hard-pressed to escape that fate. However, that did not come to pass. He quickly heard a string of bangs¡ªthe same as when the soldiers stood off against demonic beasts. In front of the prince, clouds of white smoke floated upwards into the sky. Within the sea of smoke, Jockmau¡¯s head had blossomed into a sea of blood. Chapter 340 Chapter 340: The reason for the assessment When all of the freaks rushing out of the crowd had been shot dead, the unexpected change sank in and the refugees suffered a burst of panic. As tens of soldiers that carrying peculiar weapons began to gather around the refugees, fearful cries began to rang out and the situation was becoming harder to control by the second. At this moment, the loud voice of His Highness suddenly echoed above the crowd¡ª ¡°Settle down, my citizens. I am your Feudal Lord, Roland Wimbledon. Please listen to what I am about to say.¡± Although the voice was loud, it was not a hysterical shout. Rather, he spoke as equals, with a clear and calm manner. It was almost as if he was speaking close to his ears, Vader felt. His words carried unquestionable might and calmed the clamor and panic on the scene. The crowd suddenly got quiet. ¡°Just as you heard when you arrived, Border Town will provide you with three things: somewhere to say which resists the cold wind and blocks the snow, ample food that will allow you to fill your belly, and even numerous, reasonably paid jobs. I am here to tell you all that these are real.¡± ¡°The house is made of thick clay, without the slightest crack for the wind to enter. A charcoal stove lies underneath the bed. When you sleep on it, it is as comfortable as lying on a meadow warmed by the summer sun. As long as the door and windows are closed, you won¡¯t feel even the slightest bit of chill, even if you are wearing the thinnest clothes.¡± ¡°The food is wheat porridge, accompanied by meat jerky. When you scoop it up, you will be able to see the grains wheat falling downwards drop by drop. When you put them into your mouth, the rich viscosity will slow their descent into your stomach. Just one bowl alone will fill you to the brim.¡± At this point, Vader suddenly began to feel his belly getting hungry. The things that His Royal Highness was speaking about were extremely novel. He was different from the majority of nobles, who repeatedly stressed their power and duty as leaders of the masses and proclaimed that everyone under their jurisdiction should comply with their wishes. Instead, he took the people¡¯s point of view and described his promise through basic necessities. It was obvious, looking at the rapt expression on the refugees, that his words had moved their heart. ¡°My wish is for all the citizens under my rule to live out happy lives, lives where they do not have to worry about basic necessities. However, the enemies hidden in the shadows are not willing to see such a sight. Those beasts rushing out earlier were undoubtedly sent out by them. Their motive is very simple. They do not wish to see me alive; nor do they wish to let my citizens lead comfortable lives.¡± ¡°If I disappear, would another feudal lord provide you with warm housing and delicious food? I am sure everyone understands this point clearly. The answer is also clear from what you have experienced thus far. There is no one except myself who¡¯s willing to do this .¡± Vader realized that everyone¡¯s panic had dissipated. When the refugees began to treat the supernatural monsters as a common enemy, their unease gradually turned to anger. ¡ªThe villains trying to harm His Royal Highness are also scumbags trying to harm our beautiful lives! People like them must never be forgiven! ¡°In order to prevent such a surprise attack from happening again, we will have to conduct the inspection again. This time, my personal guard shall personally take charge of conducting the body check. We shall definitely not give the enemy any chance to destroy what we have here!¡± Everyone complied with the order. The people who had already passed the checkpoints were once again taken to the wharf by the personal guards. No one expressed any dissatisfaction and the queue was even more orderly than earlier. ¡°As expected of His Royal Highness.¡± Vader couldn¡¯t help but be deeply moved. Just a few sentences were able to eliminate the imminent chaos. ¡°From what I heard, you were the first person to discover the problem. Am I right?¡± Carter Lannis approached him and said, ¡°Follow me, His Highness wishes to see you.¡± He followed behind the Chief Knight and went before the young prince. Kneeling down on one knee, he said, ¡°I pay my respects to the prince.¡± ¡°Tell me, how did you notice something fishy about him back then?¡± The prince asked. Vader went over his observations once more. ¡°An acute sense of perception. Are you sure you were just an ordinary citizen before?¡± ¡°No, Your Highness. I used to be part of the patrol team in Valencia.¡± He replied candidly. ¡°I worked for roughly six years, until a large group of pirates raided Valencia.¡± ¡°However, in your CV, it wasn¡¯t clearly stated that you have any personal strength.¡± The prince said, ¡°I checked with Carter. He said that you¡¯re still staying in the temporary settlements. In other words, you concealed your experience when City Hall was initially trying to keep track of people entering Border Town, when there wasn¡¯t any need for you to do so. Why?¡± Even though he didn¡¯t know what a CV was, it didn¡¯t affect his ability to answer this question. He hesitated for a moment and explained about Kukasim to the prince. ¡°I would not have made it to Border Town alive, if it hadn¡¯t been for the convict. For that reason, it¡¯s impossible for me to leave him alone in the western district.¡± ¡°And thus you were willing to become a member of the patrol team. Are you thinking of giving him some extra benefits when you¡¯re out on patrol in the future?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Vader¡¯s heart suddenly tightened. From the previous sentencing that he had suffered, he knew that His Highness was very particular about how nobody was above the system of laws he had set up. But his words earlier clearly carried a hint of crossing that boundary. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. You haven¡¯t done it yet. Just thinking about it won¡¯t get you in trouble.¡± It seemed his mind had been read; the prince smiled and spoke. However his words also left Vader with a hint of disappointment. It was beyond doubt that His Highness did not endorse his thoughts. Even if he successfully became a police officer, he would be required to settle disputes fairly and follow lead of the city clerks . ¡°Do you have a family?¡± The prince suddenly asked. ¡°¡­They lost their lives in the raid in Valencia.¡± ¡°How about Kukasim?¡± ¡°He probably doesn¡¯t have any.¡± Even though he was unsure why His Royal Highness was asking that, Vader still truthfully replied, ¡°If he had any, the street rats wouldn¡¯t have chosen him as a scapegoat.¡± ¡°As long as one possess a special ability, they will all get priority for the right to a small residence. Furthermore, they will receive an identification certificate from the city hall and enjoy all of the rights of citizens. This offer naturally extends to their family members as well.¡± The prince smiled and said, ¡°I believe you should be able to tell where I am going?¡± Vader was startled, and was uncontrollably surprised. He said, ¡°Do you agree to let me have Kukasim¡­¡± ¡°Bring the old man along to the city hall for registration. They will arrange everything for you.¡± He endured the emotions stirring within him, got on his knees once again and said, ¡°Thank you for your benevolence, Your Highness!¡± ¡°You still mustn¡¯t let your guard down, though. You have to maintain vigilance as you have today.¡± The prince nodded his head and said. ¡°Even if the two of you officially became relatives, you will still have to stay in the temporary settlements for the time being if you¡¯re unable to pass the coming tests. ¡°Understood!¡± The matter that had weighed down his heart had finally been answered and Vader began to feel a great tension leaving his entire body. Just when he was ready to leave, he suddenly recalled the written test he had taken. Hesitating for a moment, he couldn¡¯t suppress his urge and asked, ¡°Your Highness. During the first test, there were a lot of questions I did not know answers for and my answers were all confused. Why did you still pick me?¡± ¡°Because there were no correct answers to begin with.¡± The corners of the prince¡¯s mouth curled upwards. ¡°The answers themselves are different for every individual. What¡¯s more, the key point of this test wasn¡¯t in the answers. Instead, they were used to assess the candidates¡¯ reading and writing abilities. As long as they understand the topic and articulate their ideas, they will pass the test.¡± Chapter 341 Chapter 341: Transport route Upon Vader¡¯s departure, Carter leaned towards the king and asked, ¡°Your Highness, do you have any idea who sent those people here?¡± ¡°If we exclude the church, the person who possessed the pills would be Timothy. Garcia already keeps her distance from Greycastle and it is highly unlikely she would still care about me.¡± Roland heaved a sigh. ¡°Comparing them, it is much more likely to be Timothy. While he is more cautious about sending a large army away from the capital, that does not mean that he would not retaliate against me.¡± It was lucky that the attackers hidden among the crowd had carried pills instead of covering their bodies with gunpowder. Had they blown up in the crowd, two months¡¯ effort would have been wasted. Roland was not worried that any so-called ¡°suicide squad¡± his brother dispatched would have harmed him. On days the Nightingale was out, he had an escort of at least ten bodyguards with him at all times, and for additional protection wore a God¡¯s Punishment stone. When faced with the suppression of ten revolving firearms, even a witch extraordinaire would have difficulty approaching him, let alone a group of people with berserker pills. In the short time since he had assumed the role of a Feudal Lord, less than a year, he found that his mentality had undergone tremendous changes. When he had begun this role, an incident such as this would have left him very afraid, to the point where his legs would have given way and he would have been at a complete loss. However, now, although he felt somewhat anxious earlier, he was still able to assume a calm expression and a composed demeanor. The reason for this change was because he had faith that his guards would put themselves in harm¡¯s way for him and trusted them to protect him from enemies, regardless of the peril they faced. Furthermore, it was forbidden for him to lose any self control, as he was the focus of the masses. Contemplating this, it shocked him that he would think so far¡­ ¡°Round up the people from the missionary mission and ask them the specifics of the recruitment process.¡± Roland turned towards Barov and said, ¡°I need to know where those people boarded the sailboats.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± said the city hall¡¯s Prime Minister, with a somewhat gloomy expression on his face. He probably hadn¡¯t expected his subordinates, whom he was so proud of, to commit such a large blunder. He felt that his dignity had been completely besmirched by this. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t criticize them too harshly either. You can decide what to do with them after you straighten everything out.¡± After all the refugees made it through the checkpoint, Roland returned to his office in the castle. This time, the news brought back by the missionary group was a particularly nice surprise¡ªOn the southern border were a large number of the destitute and homeless. The flames of war ravaged Eagle City and Clearwater Port, while the fields around the city had been abandoned. On top of that, the fluctuating weather this year had caused the temperatures in various areas of Greycastle to plummet. Because of this, the price of grains surged, increasing day by day, and the price of slaves had reduced by half. As long as he could establish a reliable passageway for transport, he would be able to draw an unending number of people through the western border¡ªIn actuality, when the refugees heard how developed Border Town was, and that it was actively trying to recruit them, a sizable number decided to set off towards the town on their own. That was the report given to him by the missionary group. However, the greatest difficulty would be establishing a passageway for it During the month of the demon, all land traffic was halted by the sheer volume of snow, leaving the Redwater River as the only method of transport. The only boat that could travel the river was Little Town, which wouldn¡¯t budge without the help of a witch. Just this boat would be vastly incapable of transporting everyone. If he wanted ships sailing the waterway at all times, he would have to invest in the construction of at least 20 sailboats capable of sailing inland. An apt example of the situation he faced would be the difficulties the missionary group had encountered. With all of the gold royals they had brought with them, only a small portion went towards roping in the refugees; the rest was used to hire boats and pay for housing arrangements for personnel. At the moment, less than 400 people had arrived in Border Town, while the other 3,000 or more remained waiting in Willow Town, Silver City, and Fallen Dragon Ridge for ships to transport them inland. Because they were aware of the conditions in the western region, various captains had raised their prices to insanely high levels. The fees for the 3,000 plus people would be already as high as that of the large-scale rescue operation they had previously held in the capital. Roland, after giving the situation a moment¡¯s contemplation, decided that it would be wise to send a letter requesting assistance to Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce. He hoped that the latter would not go so far as to give him a quote several times higher, on account of Lightning. However, if he was truly dedicated to cutting down his expenses, he knew that he would have to build his own ship. As of now, the quality of reinforced steel and cement had greatly improved, it was wholly viable to build larger, sturdier inland ships with those materials. With a steam engine for propulsion, the ship would serve as the groundwork of the transportation industry within the Redwater River. ¡­¡­ After he finished dinner in his office, Barov knocked on the door, opened it, and said, ¡°Your Highness, I have more or less ascertained the situation.¡± ¡°Speak.¡± ¡°There¡¯s an apprentice of mine called Salem who is in charge of enticing the refugees in the northern lands. As he was faced with a lack of boats in the midst of returning, he contacted some friends he had met in the capital in hopes that they could help him make some inquires or employ a couple of merchant ships that were willing to head towards the western border.¡± Barov sighed and continued, ¡°The news must have leaked from there¡­ He had arranged some places for the refugees in Silver City, a little less than half a day away from the capital. I imagine it wouldn¡¯t be difficult at all if Timothy wished to tamper with it.¡± ¡°As of this moment, how many people are still being retained in Silver City?¡± ¡°Roughly 800 of them.¡± Barov began to speak in a low voice. ¡°It takes about half month for the merchant ships to do a round trip. We will still be unaware on how the situation unfolds when the next batch of refugees arrive. How about¡­ we immediately recall the small group of First Army soldiers in that area and abandon the refugees?¡± ¡°No, no. We will just have to get rid of the people Theodore planted within the group, no matter how many of them there are. So long as the audit checkpoints were properly managed by that time, we can simply get them to pass through it individually.¡± Roland shook his head and continued, ¡°What would we do if the refugees, who we abandoned and left to their own devices, went back to the northern lands and proclaimed their fate to others? If that happened, we would not be able to recruit refugees from the Northern Islands any more.¡± Under the interrogation of Sylvie¡¯s x-ray vision, as well as Nightingale¡¯s lie detection, any spy or assassin would have no way to conceal themeselves. Thus, he wasn¡¯t that worried about it. As long as they didn¡¯t hurt the other refugees, he was fine with it. ¡°Yes, your highness.¡± Barov coughed twice before he opened his mouth and asked, ¡°In that case¡­ for Salem¡¯s punishment, what do you¡­¡± ¡°What do you have in mind?¡± He hesitated for a moment and said, ¡°As the birth of this incident was a result of his excessive carelessness, I suggest stripping him of his post in the city hall and a fine amounting 2 months his salary. As his mistake wasn¡¯t intended, and didn¡¯t cause too much damage either, I believe it¡¯d be excessive if we sent him into the northern mines.¡± Roland couldn¡¯t hold back his loud laughter. Barov¡¯s heartache was written all over his face. ¡°Calm down, I have already made my decision. Seeing the reason he committed this mistake was, subjectively, not a dereliction of duty, I can give him a lighter punishment. After all, it can be considered as his first time undertaking such a post¡­ As I recall, he is only in his twenties, right? Since that¡¯s the case, it is certain he will mature rapidly after this lesson. Giving him a two months fine will do.¡± ¡°Understood.¡± Barov immediately bowed and said, ¡°Everything shall be handled as you said.¡± While shaking his head, the prince smiled. Although Barov had started in an unbelievable harsh manner, when it came time to truly punish Salem, he displayed an obvious reluctance. After all, Salem had always been by his side when he was in the capital and was also from the first batch of disciples who had come to Border Town. ¡°You may leave.¡± Roland stretched his back after dealing with this matter. Taking a few sheets of white paper from his drawers, he planned to sketch out the plans of the steam engine powered cement boat when Leaves suddenly ran into his room. ¡°Your Highness!¡± She excitedly said, ¡°The Hawk Eye is back!¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland slowly got up to his feet. Following behind her, they quickly reached the back garden, only to see a massive hot air balloon slowly descending to the ground. The shadow cast by its air sac caused the sunlight in the courtyard to darken somewhat. The moment the basket touched the ground, Anna jumped out. With both hands outstretched, Roland began to walk towards her while the former mirrored him while wearing a light smile. ¡±I have returned.¡± Chapter 342 Chapter 342: Countermeasures ¡°Don¡¯t forget about me.¡± Lighting rushed over. ¡°I want one too,¡± Nana exclaimed. ¡°Guu!¡± Maggie called out soon after. Roland simply stood in place, letting each member of the Witch Union hug him in turn. When Tilly saw, she couldn¡¯t help laugh, ¡°You really have a harmonious relationship with them.¡± ¡°You want to hug your big brother too?¡± ¡°No thanks,¡± she said, smiling as she shook her head. ¡°I can still clearly remember that time you lifted me up and then dropped me on the ground.¡± Roland only shrugged his shoulders to express his innocence, then shifted his gaze over to the woman Ashes was holding¨Dshe had a head of ocean-blue hair, looked fairly young, with a figure similar to Anna¡¯s. Her eyes were tightly shut and her slender eyebrows were slightly upturned. She had fair skin, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye appeared particularly eye-catching. Based on external appearances, she didn¡¯t look like someone who had been imprisoned in the basement of a stone tower at all. Instead, she gave off a bit of a sleeping beauty vibe. However, her physical appearance led to Roland paying more attention to her outfit¨DIn this age, clothing with such a diverse and intricate design was scarcely seen. Because there was such a small assortment of dyes, the violet colour of the robe itself was extremely rare. With the addition of those interlacing white stripes and talisman prints, it resembled one of those gorgeous gowns that could only be seen in movies. This was definitely a piece of orange1 equipment. ¡°Is she still alive?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Nightingale replied, ¡°but the magic in her body has been depleted. It seems similar to Anna¡¯s condition back when she reached adulthood. But unlike Anna, the recovery speed of her magic is unusually slow. At this rate, she might need three to four days before she returns to normal.¡± ¡°In that case, we¡¯ll let her sleep properly,¡± Roland nodded, ¡°I will tidy up a room on the third floor of the castle for her to rest. The others should return to the hall first.¡± He paused. ¡°I want to hear the tales of your travels.¡± . . . After listening to Tilly and Nightingale¡¯s accounts, Roland couldn¡¯t help but feel nervous for them. Although Sylvie provided a full picture, going deep underground in pursuit of a huge demonic beast they had never seen before was a very dangerous affair. If it were him, he may have still been hesitant. He never expected that Tilly would be so decisive. She picked out suitable members for the task in a short amount of time and even led the team herself¡­ Her appointment as the leader of so many witches wasn¡¯t just due to her identity as a princess. ¡°At the time, did you think that this earth-drilling worm had something to do with the devils?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know, but it¡¯s not impossible,¡± Tilly replied leisurely. ¡°A witch from the Cooperation Association once encountered devils who were riding some kind of hybrid demonic beast in the wild. The beasts¡¯ fleshy wings were cut off and they heeded the devils¡¯ orders, sort of like tamed livestock. And behind the snowy mountains, you can also see creatures that are capable of flight¨D¨DThose look completely different to devils, perhaps they¡¯re another kind of demonic beast.¡± ¡°So isn¡¯t it possible to surmise that devils and demonic beasts have a subordinate relationship, just like that of humans and hounds? They may have some method of making these monsters obey their orders, and compel them to complete a few fairly problematic tasks.¡± ¡°I feel¡­ like it really does seem like it.¡± Roland nodded, but his mind was clouded in incomprehensible uncertainty throughout her explanation. Demonic beasts would only take the initiative to attack human dwellings during the Months of Demons, but that did not mean they only lived during the Months of Demons¨D¨Dthe moss and weeds growing on the carapaces of the sieging beasts were proof that these creatures had survived for tens of years. Assuming that the reason those devils were unable to rapidly occupy the entire wilderness and completely expel humans from the continent was due to being confined within the red mist, then they are free to constantly send demonic beasts to harass the four great kingdoms instead of waiting until winter to take action again. Furthermore¡­ It was hard to forget the intelligence of that wolf-lion demonic beast hybrid that once fought Iron Axe during the Months of Demons in the first year¨D¨Dit differed from the ¡°clever¡± animals that followed their instincts. It was able to learn, analyse, and choose the best target and course of action. This already at a level that the vast majority of living creatures could never hope to reach. If long-lived demonic beast hybrids could possess such intellect, it would be impossible for them to be tamed by another race. ¡°But compared to the subterranean demonic beasts, I think that the enemy Miss Nightingale encountered outside the stone tower is more concerning.¡± Tilly sighed. ¡°It was able to conceal itself in broad daylight and moved so silently. It¡¯s practically impossible to defend against. It¡¯s a pity we know too little about demonic beasts, I have no idea how to handle such a terrifying enemy.¡± ¡°If Nightingale had not witnessed it with her own eyes, I would not believe that such demonic beasts really exist.¡± Roland shrugged as he spoke. ¡°But it seems they have never appeared at the western border¡­ Otherwise, if just a few of them came every winter, Longsong Stronghold would have long turned to ruins.¡± ¡°But as the Months of Demons grow longer, the demonic beasts grow stronger; this is the conclusion reached by the history books. This time, the first snowfall began in Autumn, so the enemy we face may be very formidable.¡± Tilly¡¯s use of the word ¡°we¡± made Roland¡¯s heart grow warm. Whether she treated him as a brother or not, she already considered him and this small town as one of her own allies at least¨D¨DThis was probably done for the sake of the witches. ¡°Then we can only leave the surveillance of the perimeters to Nightingale.¡± ¡°No, let Sylvie stand guard this winter,¡± Tilly said, ¡°The city walls are divided into two sections, East and West. To do a single circuit of the place would take almost a quarter of an hour, Miss Nightingale¡¯s workload would be too great. Sylvie only needs to stay inside the castle and she would be able to observe the entire region of the city walls. She would also be able to inform the other witches immediately upon discovering a demonic beast.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine too.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°That witch¡­¡± Scroll hesitated for a moment. ¡°I still have the same opinion as before. As long as her identity has yet to be confirmed, she could very well be an enemy.¡± ¡°I know, which is why I will have her wear a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation for the time being.¡± He exhaled a breath of air. ¡°Hopefully this won¡¯t cause her to misunderstand us.¡± . . . Roland entered the bedroom of the unconscious witch. Anna was the only one left inside the room, looking after her alone. ¡°How is she?¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°Still no response.¡± ¡°Is that so,¡± Roland walked over to the bedside, the woman lying still under the blankets. Although her eyes remained tightly shut, the wrinkles between her brows seemed to have reduced. Nana and Lily had already used their abilities on her, so the only thing they could do now was to wait quietly. ¡°She was frozen for so long, yet not a single trace of that remains. It¡¯s really incredible.¡± He lamented. ¡°It¡¯s similar to how I don¡¯t fear any flames,¡± Anna chuckled, ¡°Her ability definitely plays a part.¡± ¡°I heard that you were the one who opened the ice coffin.¡± Roland pat her on the head. ¡°You¡¯re amazing, Anna.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t take all the credit,¡± Anna said earnestly. ¡°This witch made use of her ability in a very ingenious way. She first used cold ice at an extremely low temperature to completely stop all circulation in her body, then used ice crystals that were close to room temperature to fully seal the cold ice inside to prevent it from thawing. She has surely reached a very high level of control over her abilities.¡± Ice that approached room temperature¡­ This phrase sounded very contradicting, but Roland understood that the abilities of summon-type witches were unique manifestations of magic, similar to the black flames that were capable of casually taking up different forms and temperatures. Anna paused for a moment before continuing, ¡°I had only just cut through the outer layer of ice crystals when the whole ice coffin immediately fell apart, like it was an opening she deliberately left behind. So, I think she had been anticipating this day for a while now.¡± ¡°By that you mean¡­¡± ¡°She is certain to wake up.¡± 1. Orange represents one of the highest tier of items in many MMOs and RPGs. Chapter 343 Chapter 343: Reestablishing Order ¡°Master, the city walls have been breached! I¡¯m afraid the allied armies won¡¯t be able to endure for much longer. Let¡¯s leave quickly!¡± She could already hear the sounds of combat coming from outside. When she left the tower, she saw the gloomy clouds in the sky emitting a dim red light, resembling a clump of viscous blood. ¡°But my younger sister still hasn¡¯t returned yet.¡± ¡°She¡¯s a soldier of the garrison, she can¡¯t leave her post on the perimeter without permission.¡± Kraft¡¯s voice grew more anxious. ¡°If you die here, you¡¯ll be throwing away her good intentions!¡± After hesitating for a while, she finally nodded in acquiescence. ¡°I understand.¡± The streets were filled with people fleeing while the guards maintained order within this impending doom. Amidst the stream of people, she was forced to follow everyone towards the south gate. Kraft closely followed beside her the whole time, and even used his sturdy body to protect her from being crushed by the frantic crowd. It was a crushing defeat. Is this where we fall? She cast her gaze towards the Tower of Babel behind them. It was the highest point in the city, as well as the core of the Federation. Flying Devils had carried Mad Demons over to attack the top of the tower. Lightning would occasionally flash, striking the devils down. Nevertheless, everything was to no avail¨Dthere were simply too many enemies. After several hundred years of construction and development, this city had become the most flourishing of fertile lands, the Holy City. But today, it seemed like it would soon fall to ruin and the efforts of several generations of people would inevitably be lost¨Dlike children spending a whole afternoon building a sandcastle, only for it to be instantly reduced to sand once again in the wake of chaos and disorder. . . . When they passed through the south gate, the Devils had already rushed over to intercept them. Those who were still able to fight readily stepped up to fight them alongside the guards. But not only did the other side have Mad Demons, there were also Dreadheart Demons and Infernal Lords. The disparity between the strengths of both sides was too extreme. Dozens of people lay in a pool of blood after the first wave of spears were thrown. Some had iron spears piercing through their abdomen, their warm intestines spilling out onto the ice-cold snowy ground. Some had their limbs cut off and were crying out in anguish while clutching their wounds. ¡°Master, what are you trying to do?¡± Kraft grabbed onto her. ¡°I can fight too,¡± She took a deep breath of air, ¡°Let me go.¡± ¡°No, your importance far outstrips them. You can¡¯t¨D¡± ¡°Let go!¡± Her magic bubbled forth, filling the surroundings with cold air as she shook off the other¡¯s grip. She then strode forward without looking back. She felt her heart gradually tighten when she saw the enemies a mere hundred paces away, wearing ferocious-looking battle masks and holding weapons that were dripping with blood. But even so, she wasn¡¯t willing to continue hiding behind everyone¨D¨Das a witch of the Holy City, even if she were to die, she should die on the battlefield! ¡°Everyone, step aside!¡± At this moment, a clear command resounded from one side of the battlefield as a person fell from the sky, just like a god descending. With her back to everyone, she raised the longsword in her hand up high. Her long auburn hair resembled a flame, igniting hope in everyone in a flash. ¡°A Holy Warrior of the Federation!¡± ¡°She is¡­ a witch extraordinaire!¡± Amidst the voices of astonishment, the edge of her sword started glowing with a brilliant radiance, quickly transforming the sword into a dazzling gold¨Dlike the dawning sun, each ray of brilliance shining over the earth. Even the dark red clouds that dominated the skies did not dare obstruct the light, reflecting countless golden tassels below the layer of clouds. As the rays of light ascended towards the summit, she leaped forward and brandished her longsword against the Devils that came to attack. The silence was deafening. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped as a bright incandescence engulfed the world and the figures of the enemy mirrored the final hints of darkness at daybreak. Whether it were the Mad Demons or the Infernal Lords, they all crumbled before this ray of light. When she opened her eyes once again, the snowy ground before her eyes had already turned into scorched earth, and the approaching enemies seemed to never have existed. The other Devils witnessing this scene all retreated in conjunction as more Holy Warriors arrived, joining the battlefield to pursue those fleeing enemies and breaking the encirclement. ¡°You guys go quickly.¡± The sword-wielding witch seemed to have exhausted all of her strength as she kneeled down on the ground with one knee and gasped for breath. ¡°Take advantage of the moment and quickly leave this place.¡± ¡°But¡­ Milady, where can we go?¡± Someone in the crowd asked. Right, where can we go? She thought bitterly. Even their final stronghold, the Holy City, had fallen to the assault of the Devils, with tens of thousands of lives lost and no more tricks up their sleeve. They could no longer recover from this losing battle. ¡°Do not give up, we still have hope!¡± The red-haired witch said resolutely, ¡°We¡¯ll head over the mountain and across the river, to the desolate lands.¡± ¡°But¡­ There are only a few backward-village peasants there.¡± ¡°We can always reestablish the order. Let¡¯s go. As long as we can survive, there will surely come a day where we triumph!¡± . . . ¡°Master, why didn¡¯t you go with them?¡± She had separated from the crowd with a group of people and rushed towards the west. Apart from Kraft and her family bodyguards, the majority of the others did not possess any fighting strength. They were all her retainers and servants from the tower. ¡°I left some important documents and magic stones inside the experimental lab in the Concealing Forest. Since we need to reestablish order, these things are essential to the witches. I want to bring them over to the other side of the mountains.¡± ¡°The Devils have caught up to us!¡± ¡°Hammer, Stone, you go obstruct them!¡± Kraft commanded. ¡°Yes!¡± She gritted her teeth, proceeding forward with her head lowered. These mortals would only be able to slow down the Devils; they were simply unable to defeat these adversaries. Once they went, they would have no further chance to live. However, she had no choice but to abandon them as she needed to reach her destination as soon as possible. For some reason, overlapping black and white spots appeared in the sky¡­ And then her vision blurred. . . . Kraft panted as he followed behind her. Even someone as robust as him would feel very weary after trudging through snowy ground for three days. She glanced behind her. The procession of thirty or so people had now dwindled to a mere six people. Some people had fled en-route, and some seriously injured people had taken the initiative to break away from the group. If the Devils were to chase up to them again¡­ ¡°Rest assured, Master, you still have me.¡± Kraft appeared to have seen through her thoughts as he comforted her, ¡°I will stall them as best I can.¡± ¡°Why?¡± He was a little stunned. ¡°Why are you so persistent until the end? If you escaped now, maybe you would be able to survive.¡± She asked in bewilderment, ¡°We are witches and have always been aloof and distant, while you are just an ordinary person. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn¡¯t be thinking of accompanying me to death.¡± ¡°But you have never mistreated us. Although I don¡¯t have any magic, I still have principles¡ªprotecting you is my duty.¡± As an uproar sounded behind them, everyone understood that their final moments had arrived. ¡°Master, go quickly. You mustn¡¯t look back.¡± The black and white spots were increasing. . . . She staggered into the basement, and organised the data and magic stones that were on the table. Kraft¡¯s words gave rise to some confusion for her. Since a long time ago, one belief was spread throughout the Holy City: witches were people chosen by the gods, and the people unable to condense magic were both uneducated and powerless, only cultivating their soil. But from this captain of the Imperial Bodyguards, she could see valour and tenacity, nothing like the powerlessness people spoke of throughout the population. In fact, they had qualities that witches were unable to achieve. Cooperation between both sides was much better than unilateral command¡ªat least this was the case within her stone tower. That being the case, how did the people from over 400 years ago suffer such a crushing defeat? Suddenly, the bellows of the Devils resounded from outside the door. Damnit, they arrived faster than expected. Her vision was blurry and countless spots fluttered before her eyes, practically filling her entire field of view¡­ But she couldn¡¯t die here, she had to bring her research results out¡ª past the mountain and across the river, over to the desolate lands to rebuild their social order! She groped around for a magic stone of reverberation and imbued her magic into it, causing it to produce constant cries for help. There was a loud noise and the wooden door split apart; the Devils had already broken in. Hoping that someone might hear her cries for help, she circulated all of the magic power in her body and converted it into cold frost which was then discharged. A Mad Demon raised its spear, its arms rapidly swelling up. In the next moment, the spearhead flew at her with a cold ray of light. She couldn¡¯t help but close her eyes as the black and white spots covered everything and her vision turned pitch-black. All the sounds faded as well. Her body no longer felt cold, as though she was wrapped in soft velvet. It seemed like she wasn¡¯t in a gloomy basement, but instead lying in a warm meadow. Even the feeling of impalement did not come for a long, long time. Did I die? After some time, a fine slit appeared within the darkness which subsequently grew brighter and brighter. She attempted to open her eyes slowly, and a hazy grey ceiling projected itself in her eyes little by little. She heard someone say, ¡°Your Highness, she has awoken.¡± Chapter 344 Chapter 344: Past Events (Part 1) Your Highness? What a queer form of address¡­ It¡¯s something you¡¯d only hear in the tales of old. Attempting to move her eyes was a struggle. She tried casting her gaze to the side only to see a gray-haired man enter her field of view, several women standing by his side. ¡°How do you feel?¡± he asked softly. ¡°¡­¡± she didn¡¯t reply, asking a question instead, ¡°Where am I?¡± ¡°Border Town, Kingdom of Greycastle¡¯s western territory.¡± Great, she thought. Things currently looked to be developing in the direction she least wanted them to: an unknown location, an unknown time period, and unknown people. She wanted to get up out of bed, but she discovered that she couldn¡¯t muster a single iota of strength. ¡°I am Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Greycastle as well as the feudal lord of Border Town,¡± he continued after a short pause, ¡°These girls are members of the Witch Union. You¡­ Do you not remember anything?¡± Witch Union? she frowned, So they¡¯re witches? I don¡¯t know what kind of newfangled organisation this is, but at least we¡¯re alike. Still¡­ Why do they look like this man¡¯s subordinates? Wait, a prince? She thought back for a moment and couldn¡¯t help feeling stunned. Wasn¡¯t this one of the titles used in the secular regime during the First War of God¡¯s Will over four hundred years ago? Could it be¡­ Did I return to a time before the start of the great war? Could the gods have possibly given me another chance to start over, to make preparations, to rescue the Holy City and its people? No, calm down, she told herself, This kind of completely illogical affair would only occur in a fictional tavern story. That¡¯s right, she thought while trying to recall the scene at the end. There was a horde of Mad Demons that had charged into the experimental lab¡¯s basement and she had discharged all the magic in her body to construct the sturdiest possible ice barrier. A magic stone of reverberation had been set to release distress signals non-stop, awaiting the day they restored their fertile fields and could locate her again. ¡°Were you the ones who saved me?¡± There was no mistake, she had already escaped from the ice barrier so the only possibility was that the witch¡¯s army had returned! ¡°Have the Devils withdrawn already? Have we won!? The Holy City¡­ What happened to the Holy City of Taqila?¡± Having blurted out this series of questions, she saw the faces of the other party change. They looked at one another with expressions of joy and excitement. ¡°We really did find you in the basement of a stone tower,¡± said a witch with a mature looking face and auburn hair. She clearly couldn¡¯t stop herself from asking, ¡°Are you truly someone from four hundred and fifty years ago?¡± That person reminded her of the miraculous Holy Warrior who had fought against impossible odds. That woman¡¯s hair had also been like this, like a flame igniting everyone¡¯s spirit. She was more willing to answer the witch¡¯s question than the one the grey-haired man asked. She did not usually care much for social hierarchies, but she nevertheless found being interrogated by someone beneath her somewhat offensive. Had it been her petty master in her place, this man would most likely be severely punished. ¡°My name is Agatha, a witch of the Taqila Exploration Society,¡± she paused, ¡°What do you mean by four hundred and fifty years ago? Don¡¯t tell me¡­ Have you been fighting with the Devils for over four hundred years? That¡¯s impossible.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve slept for a very long time, things might be a little different from what you imagine,¡± said the man who called himself Roland, ¡°If you think it won¡¯t be a burden to your body, we can fill you in slowly.¡± ¡°Go ahead.¡± Agatha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This prince behaved very rudely, but she did not have the energy to argue about such matters. As the other party began to detail the history relating to Greycastle and the development of the Four Great Kingdoms of the continent, she felt shivers creep down her spine. She soon discovered a few familiar features in his tale¡ªthe Concealing Forest and the Impassable Mountain Range for example¡­ But when she compared these points with her memories, the conclusion was absolutely shocking. If those places corresponded to the ones in her memories, then those so-called Four Great Kingdoms were part of the desolate lands of the past¡ªa long, narrow area situated between the mountains and the sea that was, in her contemporaries¡¯ opinion, a barren place with no development value whatsoever. And the forbidden wastelands he spoke of laid where she remembered the fertile plains to be. Finally, when it came to the Holy City of Taqila, it had long become a region no one knew of, buried in the depths of the fertile plains after many, many years. How ridiculous was this? However, there was something to top even that. The status of witches in society had been lost along with Taqila. According to the prince, witches had unexpectedly become the target of opprobrium in the wider society and the regular people had a firm grip on power in the Four Great Kingdoms. All those obsolete playthings from before the First War of God¡¯s Will now called themselves kings and lords. Yet it was precisely these antediluvian beings who had become the rulers that dominated the witches. How could this be? ¡°Preposterous!¡± She couldn¡¯t stop herself objecting, ¡°To have witches actually be killed by regular people? Who would be courageous enough to dare do such a thing?¡± Full of indignation, Agatha extended her arm, intending to teach this drivelling man a lesson, but to her surprise the magic failed to transform into frost and was not discharged. It was only at this moment that she noticed a metal cuff fastened around her ankle. When she lifted up the quilt she saw there was a stone embedded in the shackle ¨C a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. ¡°Are you guys insane!?¡± She looked at the group of witches in disbelief, ¡°You would go so far as to help a regular person suppress a high-ranked witch, violating the Federation¡¯s prohibition on unauthorized use of a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation!?¡± Only the Federation¡¯s law enforcement team was allowed to use the God Stones. Anybody apart from them who dared to carry, sell, modify or destroy the God Stones would receive the most severe of punishments, up to the death penalty. The prince sighed, ¡°This was what I was worried about.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll go and talk to her,¡± the auburn-haired witch sat at the bedside, covering Agatha¡¯s body with the quilt once again, ¡°My name is Wendy. You see, things aren¡¯t really as you believe them to be. Not only is all he said true¡­ Taqila no longer exists and I have never heard about the federation you spoke of either. I don¡¯t know what the Holy City you lived in four hundred and fifty years ago was like, but nowadays we witches are always spending our days in hiding. As we have been until we met Prince Roland.¡± ¡°He gave us a safe place to stay, encouraged us to use our powers, and at the same time researched ways on how to make use of our abilities to transform the world. Here, we can live completely free, just like a normal person, without the need to hide. Neither do we have to worry about suffering persecution from the church or the masses. You must know that nowadays God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation are everywhere. A witch that loses her powers is no stronger than a normal person.¡± After listening to Wendy¡¯s story, Agatha was completely silent. The Federation was a large organisation established jointly by several witch kingdoms. It possessed many high-ranked witches and witch extraordinaires. They concentrated their forces in order to win the War of God¡¯s Will and the Federation formed a colossal army while incorporating every Holy City into the fold at the same time. It was responsible for training and dispatching witches, resolving disputes, and maintaining the stability and public order of the city. Only it had the power to capture and try a witch¡­ Yet somehow an organisation that powerfull had declined so much that no one knew of its reputation nowadays¡­ Those refugees who wanted to re-establish order, she mused, Where are they now? Chapter 345 Chapter 345: Bygones (Part II) Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Elsa was perplexed by the immense changes. She told herself not to believe them, but their stories sounded so real that she thought no witch could have made it up out of blue. Putting herself in their shoes, she could never imagine she was slaved, hunted or even slaughtered. Even ordinary people with the lowest status in the Holy City were treated by witches as human beings instead of animals. She started to feel extremely exhausted. Wendy sensed it and brought her a cup of hot milk and tried to console her, ¡°Oh, dear, drink this milk, and you¡¯ll feel better.¡± Though the lady with reddish brown hair didn¡¯t have the godlike power and strength, she affected Elsa with her good temperament and manner¡­. Elsa drank the milk in one gulp. A warm and sweet current flew into her gut, which helped her recover a little. Elsa rested for a long period before she continued their conversation. Although she couldn¡¯t understand why these witches were wary of her, she knew that she must win their trust first, or they wouldn¡¯t help take the fetters off. As for the credibility of what the prince and Wendy said, she had to find out by her own eyes. She wouldn¡¯t believe the words that the holy Union had vanished before she saw the cramped and underdeveloped Barbarian Land with her own eyes. ¡°As I said, my name is Elsa, and I was a member of Taquila Quest Society. In the 30th year of the Battle of Divine Will, Taquila, the last Holy City, fell down in the war. Most people went into exile, while I went to the Misty Forest to fetch things we left there. ¡± ¡°Wait. Were you fighting against the demons?¡± asked the Prince. ¡°Who else could be fighting against them other than us?¡± Elsa frowned. ¡°Should we rely on vulnerable humans like you?¡± ¡°Were you a witch raised by the Church?¡± ¡°I never heard of anything about the Church. What¡¯s it?¡± she said impatiently. ¡°Taquila¡­ no, all the Holy Cities which hosted tens of thousands of people were created by witches. Apart from witches, most of the citizens were ordinary people¡­ like you. They were responsible for reproducing and raising children until their magic power was awakened. And then these young witches would be handed over to another special department to receive education and training. Of course, the witches who were good at fighting would join the Union and participate in battles with demons.¡± The prince pondered for a moment, and then took out a book and asked, ¡°Can you read it?¡± Elsa skimmed several lines and was attracted by the content at once. ¡°This is a diary from a witch.¡± ¡°Did you also write in this way?¡± a witch with light gray hair asked. ¡°This writing system was created by the Union and exclusive to witches. In this way, the ordinary human beings would be prevented from participating in important affairs at upper level. But in my opinion, I didn¡¯t think this sort of exclusion was a good idea.¡± ¡°How could you prevent ordinary people?¡± she asked with a great curiosity. ¡°Even if witches created another language system, ordinary people could also grasp it through learning, right?¡± ¡°It takes magic power to read it,¡± explained Elsa. ¡°It isn¡¯t very difficult. I can teach you since you¡¯re a witch.¡± ¡°Language is a tool for communication.¡± The prince commented. ¡°The more popular it is the better. So what the Union did was very stupid. The exclusion of ordinary people would only limit the resources available to you. In fact, after training and education, ordinary people are capable of many jobs. Except that they cannot use magic power, they are as good as witches.¡± Although Elsa agreed with him, yet she could hardly accept that an ordinary person criticized the Union. She would collaborate with them when necessary, but she couldn¡¯t tolerate their finger pointing. She began to miss Kaff, her chief guard. Even though he was only a subordinate to her family, she thought he was more gentle than the so-called prince. ¡°My name is Scroll, Miss Elsa,¡± another witch who looked pretty mature, suddenly asked, ¡°Have you ever heard of the name of Alice?¡± ¡°How come you know this name?¡± Else suffered a jolt. ¡°Wasn¡¯t it said that all the records about 450 years ago had been lost?¡± ¡°I found an ancient book in the ruins located in the forest on East Border of King City in Graycastle,¡± said Scroll. ¡°It¡¯s the one on your hand. Her name is on the last page written in ordinary people¡¯s language.¡± Elsa quickly turned to the last page. After reading the illegible diary, she deeply sighed and fell into silence. A female statue started emerging in Elsa¡¯s mind. The lady raised her long sword, with light radiating from her body shinning and dazzling all the people¡¯s eyes. But finally her figure was fading away, step by step, little by little. In the end it totally dissolved in the darkness. After a long while, she said slowly, ¡°Right, Alice was the Queen of the Meteor City as well as one of the three chiefs in the Union.She was an Extraordinary, or a Transcendent. Even among amounts of Blessed Ones in the Union, she was also the strongest.¡± ¡°A Transcendent!¡± The crowd murmured. ¡°Since these records have been lost, it¡¯s natural for you all knowing nothing about it,¡± Elsa said in a serious voice. ¡°The abilities of withes will be enhanced continuously since they awoke and become stable since the Day of Adulthood. But it isn¡¯t the ceiling of their ability growth. Some lucky dogs can step forward and get unbelievable achievements¡­ We often call it the High Awakening. In fact, there¡¯s no limit for their awakenings, or growth rate. But obvious changes could be observed on the performance of their magic power.¡± ¡°Hum, is this ability evolution?¡± The prince touched the back of his head and muttered. ¡°In total, four witches have evolved in the Witch Union.¡± ¡°Four?¡± Elsa was almost choked by that. She asked surprisingly, ¡°How many witches are there in your Witch Union exactly?¡± The prince counted with the help of fingers and said, ¡°More than ten.¡± ¡± Stop talking nonsense!¡± Elsa obviously seemed to be enraged by his rash words. ¡°Do you mean four out of ten have undergone the High Awakening? You have no idea what evolution means for witches.It¡¯s totally different from the consolidation or derivative skills on the Day of Adulthood. Only the luckiest ones can be promoted, which takes both perspiration and inspiration!¡± The prince looked rather innocent and gestured to Anna. ¡°What a pretty and elegant girl!¡± Elsa said to herself as she watched the girl walk towards her bed. She was extraordinarily good-looking even among all the witches. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed like a lucid lake, where Elsa could see her own reflections. But she was too young and maybe just had her adulthood. It was impossible for her to accumulate enough experience in training, meditation and enlightening. Elsa evolved at 26 years old. At that time, she was treated as the most promising genius in the Union for her achievement. She knew how difficult the evolution was since she went through that. ¡°They probably take derivative skills a young witch developed on her Day of Adulthood as a High Awakening,¡± Elsa said to herself . A ball of orange fire appeared in Anna¡¯s palm. ¡°It¡¯s the ability to control the flame, a common type of the summoning capabilities, which can be ranked by the maximum temperature and the heating rate,¡± she gave her comments quickly. ¡°The one who can eject the flame are regarded as a combat witch.¡± Just after Elsa¡¯s words, the blaze dimmed away, and then turned into a tongue of fluorescent green flame. It began to change its color, from dark green to light green. It seemed that the green flame tried to absorb all the lights around so that it could become stronger and stronger. ¡°This is the consolidated skill she mastered on the Day of Adulthood, and you¡¯ll see her most important skill soon,¡± the prince explained. ¡°Is it? No, it can¡¯t be a consolidated skill! If it were, the flame should be hotter and the heart of the flame should be bigger and brighter.¡± Elsa was astonished with her mouth wide open. ¡°Besides, what¡¯s her most important skill?¡± Soon something incredible happened. The green flame suddenly disappeared, and a black solid cube emerged in Anna¡¯s palm, which looked like a piece of rigid metal with smooth facets and angular sides. Chapter 346 Chapter 346: Bygones (Part III) Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡°Well ¡­ does this count as High Awakening?¡± asked the prince. Elsa didn¡¯t know what to say for a moment. What was left in her brain was ¨C how could this be? The Holy City had been forgotten, and the Union had been destroyed. There was nowhere for the witches to receive training and guidance, so it was only logical that the witches¡¯ abilities declined. But what did she just see? A newly matured witch had received two promotions. This couldn¡¯t be explained by luck. After all, even in the Union, the home of geniuses, a witch like this was still very rare. Furthermore, if she heard correctly (serve her right is only for memory, not for eyes or ears), there were three more of them who were equally talented as Anna? Elsa stared at the man with gray hair motionlessly. It was some time before she could recover, ¡°This¡­ should count as High Awakening, but I don¡¯t have the Stone of Measuring, so I can¡¯t measure her change in skill.¡± She paused, her throat feeling dry. ¡°I want to ask, if I may, what did Anna experience during her awakening? She seemed to have come of age not long ago. Could these two awakenings have happened in only the past one or two years?¡± It was not until she finished talking that she realized she had used honorifics. The status of a witch couldn¡¯t be inherited. Even if a great number of common people were put together, there was no guarantee a capable witch would come out of them. Thus, a witch¡¯s level was usually decided based on capability instead of origin. According to Anna¡¯s ability, she was already qualified to be a high-level member of the Union. Compared to herself, Elsa felt that Anna was at least her equal, if not her superior. Any awakened senior was worthy of respect. ¡°My first awakening happened after I exhausted my magic power while fighting against demonic beasts. As to the second awakening, I think it was caused by my learning of knowledge.¡± ¡°Knowledge ¡­¡± she was startled, ¡°what kind of knowledge?¡± ¡°Ahem, this can be discussed later,¡± the Prince cleared his throat. ¡°Now let¡¯s get back to the topic we were discussing earlier. What do Alice and Experiment of God¡¯s Punishment Army exactly mean?¡± ¡°Indeed, if he wasn¡¯t lying to me, this knowledge must contain something extraordinary in itself. That was why Anna could awaken a new ability through epiphany. So it¡¯s understandable that he didn¡¯t want to elaborate on it before he could trust me.¡± Elsa could not help but feel excited. Enhancing the chance of evolution had extraordinary significance toward witches. If she could figure out its mechanism, reviving the Union wouldn¡¯t be impossible. Then again, where did he acquire this knowledge from? This place is but a barbarian land. How could a bunch of peasants like him understand the secrets of magic power?¡± She was full of confusion. What had the world become in these 400 years? Elsa put those intractable problems aside for the time being. ¡°Alice was very powerful. With the help of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, she wouldn¡¯t be defeated even faced with several Lords of Hell. However, there were too few Transcendents. Put differently¡­ the lack of diversity in our ability led to our defeat.¡± ¡°Diversity?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. A witch wouldn¡¯t know what kind of ability she would have before awakening. But according to the Union¡¯s calculation, only ten percent of all the witches were fit for combat ¨C the same ratio could be applied to Extraordinary Witches. As to what the ratio was of combat witches that were actually promoted, no one knew. There was a period of time when not a single witch was promoted within 50 years. Thus, actually the fighting ability of the Union was very unstable.¡± ¡°So mortals may necessarily awaken, the awakened may not be good at combat, and combat experience doesn¡¯t necessarily lead to capability. Is this what you mean?¡± the prince said with one hand fumbling his chin. ¡°That¡¯s about right,¡± Elsa sighed. ¡°We formed a guard platoon composed of mortals to compensate for the witches¡¯ number shortage, but ¡­ mortals could not defeat demons.¡± Even equipped with God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, they were still far from being able to fight against the mighty Mad Demon. Under this unfavorable situation, Alice ordered the Quest Society to research warriors that could break through the limits of the human body. Judging from this scrawled note, it seemed that she had succeeded ¡­¡± ¡°Seemed?¡± the prince said in curiosity. ¡°Didn¡¯t you say that you were a member of the Quest Society?¡± ¡°Indeed. But ever since the order was issued, I left the Taquila Quest Society and began to build my own lab in the Misty Forest.¡± She bit her lips and hesitated for a moment before proceeding. ¡°They quickly found the solution, which was to unite witches and mortals by force with the help of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, but¡­ this process required them to consume the witches¡¯ lives. I couldn¡¯t accept this approach. I believed that the Quest Society should focus on exploring the use of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, rather than using witches as consumable resources. What¡¯s written on the note is right. This behavior would only bring destruction to witches.¡± The prince looked a bit shocked, ¡°Using witches as consumable resources?¡± ¡°Alice did this out of helplessness. At that time Taquila was on the verge of destruction,¡± Elsa felt the prince somehow looked a bit pleasing to the eye when she saw that he showed an expression of sympathy. ¡°But now the Union has vanished into thin air, it proves that this approach wasn¡¯t able to proceed, and probably won¡¯t ever appear again.¡± After she finished talking, she bowed her head and fumbled the book with her hands, ¡®climb over the mountains, wade through the waters¡­¡¯ how familiar the slogans were. ¡°Yet where are you now? How could I possibly revive the order all by myself?¡± ¡°But God¡¯s Punishment Army is still there.¡± Upon hearing this, Elsa¡¯s fumbling fingers suddenly froze. She looked at the prince with disbelief, ¡°What¡­ did you just say?¡± ¡°I am not sure whether this is a mere coincidence,¡± the other said very slowly, as if he was looking for the appropriate wording. ¡°The Church¡­ the organization you¡¯ve never heard of, established two cities at the grand opening in the middle of the Impassable Mountain Range. Those cities were named Holy Cities. The hunting of witches was also initiated by them. What¡¯s more, they also searched for orphans and street urchins, and brought them back to the monastery of the Holy City. Wendy was one of them who had escaped.¡± ¡°The church had its own army and territory. Its most powerful warriors were from the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Those monsters who had lost their sanity had infinite strength and were almost as mighty as Extraordinary Witches. And their numbers were absolutely not few. Apart from that, they might even have owned a number of powerful witches, which is why I temporarily sealed your ability with the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution.¡± The prince laid out his hands, ¡°Prior to what you told us¡­ we had always thought that it was the church who established the Holy City of Taquila, fought against the demons, and left the ruins.¡± Elsa opened her mouth but was unable to utter a word. How could it be that an organization composed of mortals took away the most important secrets of the Union, hunted witches in return, and built God¡¯s Punishment Army to consolidate its rule? She suddenly had a splitting headache. So God¡¯s Punishment Army didn¡¯t vanish, but fell into the hands of an organization that hates witches! What on earth did the members of the Union do? Wendy must have sensed her exhaustion and discomfort, because she gently pushed Elsa down onto the bed, and said in a low voice, ¡°Let¡¯s call it a day. Have a good night¡¯s sleep. Rest assured that we will find out the reason.¡± Then, she felt something loosened from her ankle-the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution was taken off by Anna. The crowd left the room one by one, and the gray-haired prince was the last. As the door being closed behind him, Elsa heard some calm steady words. Chapter 347 Chapter 347: Confusions Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡­ ¡°How is she?¡± Roland asked. Roland put down the pen, looking up at Nightingale who had just quietly appeared in his office. ¡°She¡¯s fallen asleep. Before that, she had a bowl of oatmeal. It seems that she had a good appetite.¡± Nightingale went to the table and sat back in her old place. ¡°Now it¡¯s Silvio¡¯s turn to guard her.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s not bad.¡± ¡°Do you believe what she said?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°With the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation being removed, you can easily judge if she is lying when you question her tomorrow, but¡­¡± Roland paused for a moment, ¡°I think most of what she said is true.¡± ¡°Why do you think so?¡± she asked curiously. ¡°Have you noticed that as a person from 400 years ago, she¡¯s using the same diction and language as us?¡± the prince said with his hands propping up his chin. ¡°Theoretically, such a situation would be almost impossible for two territories separated by the Impassable Mountain Range, unless these two territories were of the same origin and had frequent contact.¡± ¡°But she called the Four Kingdoms the Barbarian Land.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the point ¡­ I don¡¯t know what the scene was like 400 years ago. Perhaps all this used to be was just a few scattered villages and some criminals exiled by the world of witches. The Kingdom¡¯s history book also records that the age of the major cities was generally between 200 and 300 years, and astrologers also came into existence during that era,¡± he said with great interest. ¡°It had always bewildered me that the astrologers, who generally had no achievements nor research findings, were also called ¡®sages¡¯, the same as alchemists. Now I think I¡¯ve got my answer¡ªthe Union fled to this borderland, and brought with them the survivors, their language and civilization. These people mingled with the locals, and helped the latter build the regime, fortress and city.¡± ¡°You speak as if you¡¯d seen it happening.¡± Nightingale shook her head, smiling. ¡°This is the only way we can explain why we¡¯re using the same language as her,¡± Roland said earnestly, ¡°because we¡¯re of the same origin. And during these 400 years, civilization was constantly in the process of rebuilding without the slightest opportunity of advancing past where it used to be. ¡°Alright,¡± she said with her hands laid out, ¡°anyway, you¡¯ll know the answer by tomorrow, and if your guess is wrong¡­ then you¡¯ll have to give me a ¡®luxury lunch¡¯.¡± The so-called luxury lunch was composed of corn soup, roast chicken drumstick and ice cream bread and was usually only served once a week. ¡°What if you¡¯re wrong?¡± ¡°Whatever you want,¡± said Nightingale, tilting her head and squinting. The perfect curve formed by her cheek and smooth neck was exceptionally beautiful. ¡°Regardless of what kind of movement an attractive person makes, it will always look seductive.¡± Roland finally believed this saying. ¡°I will bear that in mind,¡± he said with two coughs, turning his attention back to his notebook. Since Elsa had only recently awakened after four decades of sleep, Roland didn¡¯t want to press her to give accurate and detailed answers to all his questions. For the most part, his questions followed her train of thought, and the information he gained was quite disordered as a result. What he was doing at the moment was to rearrange the information he gleaned from Elsa, and to find out the key points he had to know next. Undoubtedly, the most pressing problem was about the demons. What was the cause of the war with the demons, and why did the demons cease fighting? This information was essential to Border Town. No war could have been started without a reason, but the demons¡¯ behavior didn¡¯t seem like an attack motivated by resources or expansion. They didn¡¯t occupy the Barbarian Land, nor did they pillage mankind. What they did seemed like an act purely for the joy of slaughter. Roland also noticed that Elsa mentioned the term Battle of Divine Will. Could it be that the two sides waged the dreadful war under the will of God? But at that time, the Church hadn¡¯t come into being, so there wasn¡¯t the one and only God that the Church declared. Without this explained, his mind remained unsettled. Meanwhile, he needed to figure out the basic necessities of life in the Holy City¡¯s civilization as soon as possible, or in other words, assess its degree of economic and civil development. He needed this information to measure the level of this civilization and deduce the demons¡¯ capabilities. As for the Union, Roland wasn¡¯t too concerned about it. Its witches were scarce and their abilities were unstable. This organization¡¯s capability for organized combat wouldn¡¯t be very high. Historical experience had repeatedly stressed that before the formation of a generation gap, a comprehensive war was all about attrition. A few sophisticated weapons wouldn¡¯t reverse the overall disadvantage. The second question was about the Magic Stone. Considering what Tilly said, the magical nature of such stones could greatly compensate for the witches¡¯ unstable ability, enabling the witches to exert powers that didn¡¯t belong to them. In this way, even auxiliary witches could be sent to war. However, in Roland¡¯s point of view, that was like putting the cart before the horse. He¡¯d rather turn all the combat witches into auxiliary witches and put them all to work in production roles. Oddly enough, the Union, which had large numbers of witches, didn¡¯t make use of Magic Stones to fight against the demons. Instead, it chose to produce God¡¯s Punishment Army, which in Roland¡¯s view was beyond comprehension. Maybe the Magic Stone had some unknown shortcomings, or its production was extremely difficult? Fortunately, Elsa was a member of the Quest Society, an organization similar to the current Alchemy Workshop, which gathered a group of highly talented witches specializing in the research of Magic Stones and magic power. Roland faintly felt that there must be a wealth of potential information to be exploited. The last question was about the Church. He drew a circle on this column. Obviously, he couldn¡¯t count on getting details from Elsa about the organization¡¯s foundation and development. What he could infer from the scattered information at hand was that the Church was founded after the witches¡¯ defeat. After obtaining the Union¡¯s secret, the Church concealed everything about the witches and declared them as incarnations of demons. If the people of the Four Kingdoms were seen as descendants of aborigines, the Church would be a veritable outsider. Since the aborigines didn¡¯t have their own civilization, they could be easily fooled by fabricated history and prophecies. ¡°Was it only because the witches used to suppress ordinary people that the refugees took the witches as their enemy and went on to hunt the witches on this continent?¡± Roland frowned. ¡°All these deductions did sound reasonable, yet¡­ he felt that there was something wrong.¡± The Union had a great number of Bliss Warriors, Extraordinary Witches, and even Transcendents. Even if the Church managed to get a hold of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, was it possible for them to defeat an opponent like the Union? To wipe out a much stronger force, you couldn¡¯t purely rely on hatred. Clearly there was some key information missing. ¡°That witch seems to dislike you,¡± Nightingale suddenly said. ¡°After all, she used to live in a world where the witches were considered superior to the human being.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯m just no different from the roadside weeds in her eyes.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you hate her?¡± ¡°Why would I? She is nothing but a poor woman abandoned by her own time.¡± He shook his head. ¡°She¡¯d been sleeping in the frozen coffin for 400 years, and woke up to find the world had completely changed. The strangeness brought by the new world would bring her fear, so it was no surprise that she would build a defensive wall in her heart. After she accepts all this, she will probably gradually change her point of view.¡± ¡°What a typical response of yours,¡± said Nightingale with a smile. ¡°But rest assured, I won¡¯t allow her to offend you in any way.¡± Chapter 348 Chapter 348: Mortals and Extraordinaries Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C When Elsa woke up again, she was alone in the room. The thick curtains were tightly closed, making the room extremely quiet. Probably considering the fact that she wasn¡¯t familiar with the environment, someone put a candle beside the front of the bed, which was quietly burning with orange flames. Elsa turned her head and watched it for a long time, only to find that there wasn¡¯t a single drop of wax overflowing. The candle seemed to be burning forever without any change in the length. ¡°It may be caused by magic,¡± she thought. The quilt was so soft that it was probably made of high-quality cotton and filled with light and warm fluff. The treatment was as good as that in the Holy City of Taquila, which made it hard for Elsa to believe that there could be such comfortable beds and bedrooms in Barbarian Land. She moved her fingers and found that she had recovered most of her physical strength. Elsa rolled out of bed. She drove her power, and chill overflowed from her fingers immediately¡ª ¡°It seems that the prince didn¡¯t play any tricks. He had God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation removed to give me a certain degree of freedom.¡± She went to the window and opened a bit of the curtains. It was totally dark outside. Stars couldn¡¯t been seen, so did the moon. The whole earth seemed to be swallowed by darkness with only a few hazy flare shaking so far away. She could hear the wind roaring outside next to the window, and could occasionally see some snow falling on the glass. It seemed to be winter now which was a good season for the awakening of witches. In Taquila, this kind of evening didn¡¯t even exist since the whole city would celebrate every day of winter.Bonfires burned throughout the night on the street. When she overlooked the city on the tower, it seemed to be lit by flares shining like stars, which symbolized hope and a promising future. People prayed around the campfires, eager to gather magic power and surmount the mortal world. Whenever a witch awakened, the fate of her family changed as well. They don¡¯t need to worry about food or clothing anymore. Elsa pulled up the bolt and opened the window. The cold wind suddenly swept into the room and blew the curtains away. The candles in the house were snuffed out as well. The room suddenly was plunged into darkness. When her eyes became adapted to the changes of light, she could see the faint white light reflected by the accumulated snow on the roof of the town. ¡°Judging from the silhouette of the buildings, this place isn¡¯t very big indeed, and is identical with the ¡®Border Town¡¯ mentioned by the prince.¡± Ordinary people would be frozen after a few hours if they stayed outside in such cold weather. But Elsa wasn¡¯t afraid of the cold since her body would automatically expel the slightest chill that made her uncomfortable. The last time she felt cold was before her awakening. But now, she had almost forgotten the feeling. The earlier conversation was lingering in Elsa¡¯s mind as long as she closed her eyes. The Union died and the witch became the devil¡¯s minions. Hence mortals were recklessly hunting witches with the help of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation¡­ According to the diary, Alice and Natalia successfully fled from the Fertile Plains. But if they failed to stop everything, the Union was doomed. What on earth happened at that time? Why were the two Transcendents defeated by mortals? She was reluctant to think about that anymore. ¡°Aren¡¯t you cold?¡± someone behind her suddenly asked . Elsa was shocked. She turned back and saw a girl sitting by the bed in the dark. Her face was completely hidden in the night. She was like a ghost that appeared quietly. The door was closed at that time, but Elsa didn¡¯t hear any footsteps before she came in. ¡°If you can close the window, I don¡¯t mind re-lighting the candle,¡± she said again. There was no doubt that the girl was a witch. But it¡¯s late in the midnight. What¡¯s she up to? Elsa nodded without any word. She closed the window and secretly let the thin yet hard ice cover her skin. The girl didn¡¯t do anything dangerous; instead, she opened the first drawer of the night table from which she took out a flint to light the candle. In the candlelight, Elsa saw the her. She had beautiful golden curls and slender eyebrows which made her eyes look very sharp. Elsa hadn¡¯t see her before. ¡°Nice to meet you¡­ Oops. It¡¯s the second time that we meet,¡± she raised her lips and said, ¡°My name is Nightingale.¡± Did she mean that¡­ she also hid in the crowd before? ¡°Is this your ability?¡± Elsa frowned and asked, ¡°Are you also the High Awakened?¡± Even if she was one of the honorable High Awakened, it was still impolite of her to break in without knocking at the door. ¡°Ah, you are talking about evolution¡­¡± Nightingale shook her head. ¡°I¡¯m not that smart like Anna. She finished the book called ¡®The Theory of Natural Balabala¡¯ in a short time. My head is going to explode once I see those formulas and theorems. Maybe I don¡¯t have the luck to evolve in this life.¡± Elsa was absent-minded for a short period because she couldn¡¯t understand half of what the girl said. Honestly, she didn¡¯t expect that ¡°an Original Witch¡± could say something like that. Besides, according to her facial expressions, the girl didn¡¯t seem to deliberately tease herself. ¡°Is that what the prince called¡­ knowledge? ¡°As for the book you mentioned, can I read it?¡± ¡°Of course. You may read it as long as you join the Witch Union and be loyal to His Highness.¡± She shrugged her shoulders. ¡°To serve a mortal?¡± Elsa stared at her and said in a low voice after a while, ¡°I thought I was weird enough, but you are crazier than me.¡± ¡°Weird? Crazy?¡± Nightingale tilted her head and asked, ¡°Why would you say that?¡± ¡°In the Holy City of Taquila, most of the Awakened Witches only treat ordinary people who couldn¡¯t gather magic as humble servants, inferior people, or ¡­ fertility tools.¡± She said slowly, ¡°but I didn¡¯t think so. Even though they were stupid, they weren¡¯t hopeless. Those people were no different from witches in many aspects as long as they were taught to learn and think. Because of that, many people thought that I was so weird that I had allocated part of the business in the tower to mortals. However, I didn¡¯t expect that you are crazier than me since you are loyal to a mortal and take orders from him.¡± ¡°His Highness Roland didn¡¯t consider us as servants,¡± Nightingale twitched her mouth and said, ¡°I don¡¯t know what kind of strange idea you have on the word of loyalty, but the fact is that he took in the witches oppressed by the Church, gave us new power, and let us live together with his subjects in Western Region. We are united to fight against the Church and demonic beasts, as well as against the demons in the future ¡°But this model was proved to be a failure!¡± Elsa couldn¡¯t help raising her voice. ¡°400 years ago¡­ for you, it might be 800 or 900 years ago, the world was ruled by both mortals and witches. At that time, human beings lived almost throughout the entire Dawn Region. However, when demons attacked, we suffered such a big defeat that we only managed to keep the Fertile Plains.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± She raised her eyebrows. ¡°Was that true?¡± ¡°You said the history had been buried for 400 or 500 years,¡± Elsa continued, ¡°According to the Union¡¯s records, the third Battle of Divine Will is about to break out very soon, yet you have no idea of demons! The east of Barbarian Land is Swirling Sea. So where else can you retreat? Only by rebuilding the Union, uniting witches and improving the probability of High Awakening with knowledge can we seize the final chance to stop demons¡¯ attack!¡± ¡°Why do you have to say that?¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°400 years have passed, right?¡± A lot of things could be changed in such a long time. But why are you still restrained by those old ideas? ¡± Nightingale sighed. ¡°His Highness said that mortals could defeat demons when he left. You heard that as well. He is also uniting all the people, including witches. He wants to unite every ordinary person on the continent, because he told me that people across the land are the most powerful group. ¡± ¡°Wasteland¡ª¡± Elsa was about to refute this nonsense when she suddenly paused. ¡°The girl is so certain that she seems to know the result in advance. Could 400 years really change everything? Does that prince with gray hair really have such incredible ability to let mortals have the same power as witches?¡± ¡°You seem to have realized that,¡± Nightingale smiled and said, ¡°We still have a lot of time, so why not open your heart and to see with your own eyes?¡¯ This time, Elsa was silent for a long time. ¡°¡­ I can see that you don¡¯t like me.¡± Nightingale didn¡¯t retort. ¡°The witches of the Quest Association used to see me like that as well¡ª after they knew that I had appointed a group of mortals as experimental assistants in the tower,¡± she said. ¡°Obviously, you don¡¯t like me, but why do you tell me these?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t hate you as long as you stop being so arrogant and treat His Highness normally. As for your question¡­ ¡± she paused and continued, ¡°because the prince said he didn¡¯t want to see you abandoned by the times.¡± Chapter 349 Chapter 349: Passing On (Part I) Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Standing on the top floor of the Tower of Babel, Mayne peered through the window towards the snow-covered city of Hermes. Since the last attack by a large group of demonic beasts on New Holy City, peace temporarily returned to the icy plains, and the fall of snow weakened. The citizens of Hermes were able to enjoy an unlikely, but timely respite. Even though this was supposed to be a time of happiness and celebration, Mayne continued to feel nothing but emptiness in his heart. During the attack, in order to kill the terrifyingly-large, hybrid, demonic beasts, a platoon of warriors from God¡¯s Punishment Army dashed out from the side entrance of the city wall and fought them head-on. In total, 19 warriors were wounded and two were killed. As for the two beasts, they laid on the ground, growling for a long time after the warriors hacked off their limbs. Eventually, the city wall¡¯s guards killed them with spears. Rather than the loss of the warriors, it was the timing of the demonic beasts¡¯ attack that terrified Mayne. After remaining silent for some time, he let out a long sigh and returned to his seat beside the table. He wanted to flip open the Canon and read through it carefully one more time. ¡°Even if you flip the book until it breaks, the result isn¡¯t going to change.¡± Tayfun said as he walked into the circular room holding two hot drinks, and placed one in front of Mayne. ¡°His Holiness O¡¯Brien hasn¡¯t agreed to meet you?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve sent my request to the Pivotal Secret Area three times already, but there¡¯s still no reply.¡± Mayne said anxiously. ¡°And I have no idea what His Holiness is up to at such an important time¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Tayfun interjected, ¡°as you¡¯ve said yourself, the Canon was written by the first Pope, and hence there are bound to be mistakes. After more than four hundred years, who can guarantee that everything in the book is accurate?¡± ¡°But this time it¡¯s different.¡± The Archbishop shook his head. ¡°If the time is miscalculated, it¡¯ll be a serious catastrophe for us! We¡¯re investing a lot of strength and energy in unifying the kingdom to gather all the power of the mainland against the demons. But, if the time is shortened by half, we have no way to build up God¡¯s Punishment Army sufficiently after the war!¡± ¡°Quiet, Lord Mayne.¡± The old bishop laughed and slowly sipped on his hot drink. ¡°What¡¯s done cannot be undone. We can¡¯t change the fact that Fang of Hell appeared before us. But there might be two reasons for this.¡± ¡°What reasons?¡± ¡°Drink first and I¡¯ll speak,¡± Tayfun said, stroking his beard. Mayne picked up his cup. It looked like goat milk at first, but when he brought it closer, a spicy smell rushed into his nose. ¡°What did you put in it?¡± ¡°Coltsfoot.¡± Tayfun tilted his mouth. ¡°Although you aren¡¯t able to directly drink Dreamland Water, drinking a bit of this will be beneficial for you. It¡¯ll help you to release your tensions, soothe your nerves, and sleep easier.¡± With one gulp, Mayne emptied the cup and soon felt a fierce burning sensation in his throat. Although the savory taste of the goat milk was supposed to dilute the coltsfoot juice, it was still extremely uncomfortable for someone who did not consume such drinks often. He coughed twice, wiped his mouth, and said, ¡°Even a cup of Dreamland Water wouldn¡¯t make me fall asleep. Can you speak now?¡± ¡°One possibility is that the Pope made a mistake in writing. Old men get dizzy spells and moments of amnesia very often, as I know very well.¡± Tayfun shrugged. ¡°That¡¯s unlikely.¡± Mayne frowned. ¡°This concerns the layout and arrangement of the Church, and more importantly, determines the destiny of Man. I¡¯m sure he took great care in writing this down. What¡¯s the second reason?¡± ¡°The second possibility is that there are circumstances we don¡¯t know about that have changed everything.¡± The Archbishop waited for a moment, and upon realizing that the old bishop had no intention to continue speaking, he questioned, ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s it.¡± Tayfun repeated. ¡°Is this¡­ a joke? Everything changed? For this simple reason, all of our efforts will go down the drain! How can you be so cursory¡­¡± ¡°Lord Mayne!¡± Tayfun raised his voice a few notches. ¡°What exactly do you insist on getting? Is it a sure-fire way to defeat the demons? Or do you think that you¡¯re the only person who wants to defend Hermes and prevent the demons from entering the icy plains?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Mayne froze. ¡°In any battle, everyone wants to win. But so far, we can¡¯t even assure victory in every battle against the Four Kingdoms, not to mention the demons from hell.¡± Speaking in a louder voice, he said, ¡°Have you forgotten the Supreme Pontiff¡¯s teachings? The consequences of over-insistence and fear aren¡¯t too different. What you should do is accept reality and take things step by step till the end ¨C the eventual result isn¡¯t for us to control. Fear of¡­ the result. Mayne¡¯s heart palpitated. ¡°He¡¯s right, I¡¯m indeed afraid. Afraid that after becoming the Pope, I¡¯ll be unable to fend off the demons, and watch the death of Mankind under my charge.¡± ¡°I used to be like you,¡± Tayfun suddenly lowered his voice, ¡°but Heather¡¯s death made me understand that the result is often unpredictable. The Months of Demons came earlier than usual without warning, yet we were still able to capture Wolfheart City before the big snowfall, as planned¡­ but Heather died and the nature of the war changed. Even so, we still have to carry on.¡± He stood up and let out a long sigh, then patted Mayne on the shoulder and walked out of the room. ¡°So¡­ whether for five or ten years, you must be unrelenting in your mission, not for the path of certain victory, but to fulfil your duty even if the result turns out to be not what you desired.¡± After hearing the door closing, Mayne gazed at the empty cup in front of him and remained silent. He had to admit that Tayfun¡¯s words were reasonable, but now that he was about to shoulder this heavy responsibility, how could he not feel afraid? Suddenly, a Presiding Judge walked into the room. ¡°Lord Mayne, the Supreme Pontiff wishes to see you.¡± Finally! He stood up immediately, and said eagerly, ¡°Take me quickly to the Pivotal Secret Area.¡± ¡­ Hidden deep beneath a plateau, the Pivotal Secret Area was a cold and quiet place. Walking into the hall of the Pivotal Secret Temple, Mayne seemed slightly dazed. Although there was no incarnation ceremony arranged for the day, all of the candles in the hall were lit up and the resultant candlelight sketched out an orange-yellow silhouette for the hall. The overhead chandelier seemed like a gathering of stars in the Kingdom of God. His Holiness O¡¯Brien was sat on the throne, silently gazing at Mayne. Mayne felt something was not right, but suppressed his suspicions, and walked up to the throne. He knelt prostrate with his forehead touching the floor. ¡°Rise, child.¡± The Pope¡¯s voice was very delicate, and without paying attention it would be difficult to hear what he was saying. Mayne straightened his body, and saw that the Pope¡¯s face was ridden with age and fatigue, as if he had not had a rest for a long time. ¡°Your Holiness, please take care of your body.¡± ¡°No need.¡± He laughed, and deep wrinkle lines covered his face at once. ¡°I¡¯m going to die soon.¡± ¡°Your Holiness, you aren¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°No, listen to me, child.¡± O¡¯Brien labored to interrupt the Bishop. ¡°I understand the condition of my own body, and without question, my time is soon up.¡± He paused for a moment and took a deep breath. ¡°The purpose of calling you here today¡­ is to pass on the Pope¡¯s position to you.¡± Chapter 350 Chapter 350: Passing On (Part II) Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Mayne froze and stared at the old man in front of him, hoping to see something in his eyes. But he saw nothing other than lifelessness. The Pope¡¯s eyes were no longer as penetrating and authoritative as they used to be. Perhaps, he still possessed the wisdom passed down from previous Popes, as well as the knowledge obtained from the Canon, but¡­ nothing escaped time. ¡°His Holiness wasn¡¯t kidding,¡± Mayne realized. His journey was reaching its end. Mayne¡¯s eyes started to blur. He knelt once again, with his forehead touching the floor. This time, His Holiness did not ask him to stand up, but instead waited until he completed the entire action before saying, ¡°Follow me.¡± The attending guards helped the Pope on to a cart and wheeled him towards the gate of the Pivotal Secret Area. Mayne followed closely behind, and the party left the Pivotal Secret Temple, turning into a long and narrow tunnel. On the smooth stone walls of the tunnel was embedded a luminous crystal at every ten steps¡¯ distance. Looking down the tunnel, one couldn¡¯t see the end. After walking for a long time, Mayne finally left the tunnel and entered a well-lit room. Beneath his feet, the floor had turned into flat slabs, and he was able to see the edges and corners of the walls, as well as the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. Apparently, the tunnel had led into an underground chamber. ¡°We¡¯re underneath the cathedral of the old Holy City.¡± Perceiving Mayne¡¯s bewilderment, the Pope clarified. ¡°The design of this place is identical to the cathedral, except that it is built upside down. I call it the Reflection Church.¡± ¡°Underneath the cathedral?¡± Mayne exclaimed. ¡°I never expected there to be a basement.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a basement indeed, because the two aren¡¯t mutually accessible.¡± O¡¯Brien smiled. ¡°This place is only accessible through the underground tunnel of the Pivotal Secret Area. The roof is made of an extremely thick mixture of slab and clay, which is impossible to break through using conventional methods.¡± ¡°Why¡­ is such a design necessary?¡± ¡°To guard a secret, without completely burying it.¡± He replied. ¡°Before a Pope ascends the throne, he must come to the Reflection Church to witness the establishment, development and expansion of the Church, and at the same time, learn by heart the goals of the Church.¡± ¡°To defeat the demons,¡± Mayne said solemnly. O¡¯Brien did not nod in agreement, but instead said softly, ¡°No, child. To win the smile of God.¡± The Archbishop was briefly at a loss. ¡°What?¡± This time, the Pope did not respond, but instead commanded the guards to continue moving forward. According to the direction of the stairway and the ramp, they were moving upwards. Soon, the party arrived in front of a grand hall. By recognizing the designs in the surroundings that he was familiar with, Mayne identified the place as the Prayer Room of the Reflection Church. The thick wooden door of the room was pushed open with a creaking sound. Although it seemed that the Pope had not visited this hall for a long time, there wasn¡¯t a smell of dust¡­ Evidently, someone had been keeping this place clean at all times. ¡°They¡¯re only allowed to send me thus far. From here on, you¡¯ll have to push me into the room.¡± O¡¯Brien said. ¡°Yes, Your Holiness.¡± Mayne took the cart handles and pushed the Pope into the Prayer Room. Closing the wooden door behind him, the room no longer received light from the torches outside. Now, the only light remaining in the room was the soft radiance of the yellow crystals ¨C similar to the arrangement in the tunnel, the crystals were embedded evenly on the walls of two sides of the room. However, a notable difference was that above each crystal hung a large portrait. Mayne vaguely remembered that the positions of the portrait frames were where the windows of the Prayer Room above ground went. The portraits¡¯ contents were much the same. They were half-body portraits of people wearing magnificent gowns, looking full of energy, with their eyes seemingly fixed upon anyone who entered the Prayer Room. Mayne was astonished when he found His Holiness O¡¯Brien¡¯s portrait among them ¨C the drawing looked exactly like the real person, and stared at Mayne with a smile on his face. A strange feeling caused Mayne to shudder uncontrollably, and goose bumps covered his back. ¡°Ah, you found me.¡± The Pope seemed to sense the Bishop¡¯s change of emotion. ¡°This portrait was completed half a year ago. At that time, I didn¡¯t look quite as old as I do now, and hence it¡¯s relatively good-looking. By right, the portrait should only be hung up after my death.¡± He observed the portrait carefully. ¡°Blame it on my impatience, for I wanted to see how I looked on the portrait earlier than I should.¡± ¡°Your Holiness, these are¡­¡± Mayne felt his throat turn dry. ¡°Yes, they¡¯re the noble pioneers, the Supreme Pontiffs of old.¡± O¡¯Brien said softly. ¡°Let¡¯s continue moving forward, and I¡¯ll introduce them to you.¡± The Archbishop listened to His Highness¡¯ descriptions, while at the same time studied the portraits ¨C even though he understood that they were the former leaders of the Church, but an inexplicable strange feeling continued to linger in his mind. The persons in the portraits were simply too lifelike, and Mayne was unable to imagine what techniques and dyes were used by the artist to produce these half-body portraits. Under the dim yellow light, the top half of the portraits gradually faded into the darkness as Mayne walked further, leaving visible only the lower section of the faces which continued to grin at him. Halfway through the grand hall, Mayne unexpectedly noticed the portraits of women. Their looks were dissimilar and they were dressed differently, but each of them could be said to be movingly beautiful ¨C it was rare for mortals to have such remarkable appearances, as the Bishop well knew, and it was for this reason that he felt extremely puzzled and astounded. However, His Highness seemed unconcerned, and continued to calmly introduce their names, terms of service, and contributions. Each of these people was a former Pope of the Church. The two men soon reached the end of the Prayer Room. Facing the central aisle of the grand hall was a full-body portrait which occupied an entire wall on its own. It was hung behind the sanctuary, and its four sides were decorated with shiny crystals, which made the picture look even more vivid. Mayne swallowed hard and walked up to the portrait. At the very instant he managed to get a full view of the painting, he felt his heart leap up. ¡°O holy, a woman of peerless beauty!¡± Aside from these words, there was no other way for him to describe what he saw. From her looks, she possessed both feminine beauty and masculine fortitude, which blended naturally and did not conflict with each other. Her red hair seemed like streaks of burning flame, while she wielded a large sword which looked wanton and capable of extinguishing all fires and evil desires. She stood erect holding the sword, with her eyebrows slightly raised, both eyes glancing forward, her slender lips firmly closed, and looked naturally powerful and imposing. Under the gaze of her sharp and penetrating pupils, Mayne felt an immense and overwhelming pressure which almost coerced him to kneel in front of this magnificent lady. ¡°Your Holiness, this is¡­¡± He struggled to turn his head, only to find that O¡¯Brien had already knelt down. ¡°She¡¯s Alice, the First Pope and a Transcendent. She also has a nickname ¨C the Queen of Witches.¡± Mayne felt his heart jump violently. His earlier speculations had turned out to be absolutely correct ¨C the first Popes of the Church were witches! ¡°Why was the founder of the Church a witch?¡± ¡°Kneel and pay respect, child. I¡¯ll let you see everything that you wish to know later.¡± Chapter 351 Chapter 351: Illusions (Part I) Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C After Mayne paid his respects, he carried the Pope back on to the cart. ¡°Zero,¡± O¡¯Brien gasped and called softly. A Pure Witch dressed in white entered the room through a small side door, taking light footsteps which were barely audible. ¡°I¡¯m here.¡± The Archbishop frowned. He did not expect the presence of a Pure Witch in such a secret place. ¡°Even though they were single-handedly raised by the Pope after their awakenings, and served His Holiness for life, these women are, after all, witches.¡± Furthermore, he felt a little unhappy that this person seemed to know about the Reflection Church earlier than he did. ¡°Take him to the Illusion Room.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She walked up to the sanctuary and pressed down the stone carved Canon on the table. A magical light flashed and the giant portrait started to rise upwards slowly, revealing a black metal gate. Then, Zero took the crystal pendant off the Pope¡¯s neck, inserted it into the door lock and twisted. A clicking sound was heard from inside the iron gate, and it started to open outwards. She pulled out the crystal pendant, but instead of returning it to His Holiness O¡¯Brien, she placed it in Mayne¡¯s hand. The Archbishop turned his head back to look at the Pope, and the latter nodded his head. ¡°Take it. You¡¯ll keep it from now on. You may use it to open the library of the Pivotal Secret Temple, or the secret door of the Research Office.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Zero smiled and took Mayne by the hand. They walked together into the room behind the giant portrait ¨C it was probably no longer the Church in the same position above ground, and there was nothing in the room except for a floor-to-ceiling window which faced the highlands of Hermes. The room looked very spacious and was formed in a circular structure. It was approximately half the size of the prayer hall and could accommodate rows of ten people standing side by side, such that it was difficult to associate it with the name ¡°Secret Room¡±. However, within this space, there was no furniture. The only place to sit down was a stone bench that extended along one of the room¡¯s curved walls. After the metal door was closed, Mayne threw off the hand of the Pure Witch and asked, ¡°Did His Highness allow you to enter?¡± Zero dismissed his question. ¡°If I don¡¯t come with you, who¡¯s going to activate the Stone of Illusion? It¡¯s not like you have Driving Power.¡± Her rude response made Mayne¡¯s heart skip a beat. ¡°It seems that she still regards herself as His Holiness O¡¯Brien¡¯s witch. After I receive the scepter and take control of the Church¡¯s domain, I must absolutely let her understand that she shouldn¡¯t only respect the Pope, but also the Archbishop who has heirship.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s start.¡± He held back the emotions that triggered in his heart and sat down on the stone bench. ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Zero lifted open a dark panel on the wall, and pressed the Magic Stone with her hands. ¡°But please be prepared, for this is the first time I¡¯m activating this thing.¡± ¡°The first time? Hasn¡¯t she lived for over two hundred years? Didn¡¯t she participate in the previous papal handover ceremonies?¡± Mayne felt a little puzzled, but before he had any time to dwell on it, a dazzling ray of light flashed by and he found himself covered in darkness. The darkness was so complete that there was virtually no light at all, causing the walls, floor and the stone bench to disappear from sight. Mayne felt as if he was swallowed by a giant beast from the abyss and suddenly lost all concept of distance. The sky and the earth seemed to merge into one entity, and all he could see was darkness. Lowering his head, he realized that he could not even see his body. Holding his breath, he cautiously reached his hand down and touched the stone bench which remained underneath him. Stamping with his feet, he realized that the floor was also in place. These allowed him to feel a little relieved. Hence, it was fair for Mayne to believe that he had not been transferred into a new underground chamber, but simply that the Magic Stone had absorbed all the light in the room. , ¡°However, under this darkness, how is it possible to witness the ¡°truth¡± that His Highness mentioned?¡± As if responding to Mayne¡¯s question, the floor started to brighten again, but it was obvious that this no longer the same Secret Room. The slabs on the floor were polished until they were glossy and slick, reflected a dark blue sheen, and on every one of them was carved various elaborate and exquisite patterns. Soon, rays of light streaked down from overhead, and Mayne was astonished to see a transparent skylight appearing on the roof. Peering through the skylight, he was even able to see the clear sky and clouds. In a short while, more furnishings appeared within the room: a marble round table was surrounded by chairs, with a globe and glass cups placed on top; the four walls were curtained; an ornamental sword and shield were erected in the middle of the room; a Megacerops¡¯ head hung from the top of the doorway. What followed were shadows of people. Mayne watched in disbelief as lifelike figures of women appeared one by one in the room. Each of them was wearing a magnificent robe, and they sat around the table. Sat facing the gate of the hall was none other than the leader of all, the red-haired Queen of Witches. Her hands drooped and folded in front of her, with her head raised and her chest out. Her eyes looked directly forward while the other women¡¯s eyes focused on her. To Mayne, all of these seemed like an extremely realistic painting. ¡°Was this what the ¡®illusion¡¯ in ¡®Illusion Room¡¯ represented?¡± Mayne mused. The illusion before his eyes was perfectly identical to a real scene, such that for a moment, the women seemed to come alive. ¡°Everyone, the Experiment of God¡¯s Punishment Army has been successful,¡± said a witch sitting beside Alice. ¡°They¡¯re now extremely aggressive, fearless of life and death, and extremely powerful. Even a feeble assistant witch can be transformed into a mighty warrior who isn¡¯t inferior to the Original Extraordinary. In addition, they also have the ability to disrupt the release of magic power, and hence when facing Mad Demons and Lords of Hell, both of whom require the Stone of Driving to fight, they undoubtedly possess a huge advantage.¡± ¡°But the incarnation ceremony consumes witches¡¯ lives, and I¡¯ve heard that not everyone can be successfully transformed.¡± Someone said. ¡°These are insignificant details.¡± She unfolded her hands. ¡°I believe that with the continuation of the research, the Quest Society will be able to remedy this.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk so easily, Elaine. We¡¯re already short on numbers, and therefore every witch is precious!¡± That other person frowned. ¡°What¡¯s the difference between dying in the demons¡¯ hands and dying in the ceremony?¡± Elaine raised her head and said. ¡°At least with the latter, a contribution is made to the Union prior to death.¡± ¡°What are you saying¡­¡± ¡°Enough.¡± Alice said softly. Even though her voice was very soft, the scene was instantly silenced. Everyone kept their mouths closed and awaited the Queen¡¯s forthcoming words. ¡°Mortals cannot defeat the demons, my sisters,¡± she said calmly. ¡°We can choose to do nothing but simply enjoy this final moment of peace, and when the next invasion of the demons arrives, we¡¯ll be completely consigned to history. Or, we can choose to put up a final fight, placing our hopes in the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, and make necessary sacrifices for them. I admit that this is a difficult choice, but as long as there is a chance to prolong the existence of Mankind, the spirit and determination of witches will never break.¡± ¡°Although I¡¯m the Queen of Starfall City, I¡¯m willing to allow you to make this important choice. Do you want to give up the resistance and die in peace, or do you want to avenge our dead sisters, chase the demons out of the Dawn Region, and restore the past glory of witches? It¡¯s entirely up to you.¡± ¡°Of course, none of us is able to directly participate in the third Battle of Divine Will, hence no matter which choice we make, we can live out our transient lives peacefully. Remember, the choice which you make now isn¡¯t only for yourselves, but for the whole group of witches¡­ for our future sisters to still be able to see God¡¯s smile.¡± ¡°Those who don¡¯t agree, please stand up now.¡± Chapter 352 Chapter 352: Illusion (Part II) Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡ì¡ì Chapter 352 Illusion (Part II) ¡°So¡­ that¡¯s what happened then!¡± Mayne could not take his eyes off the illusionary scene, and his heart leapt like never before. ¡°The incarnation ceremony of the God¡¯s Punishment Army turned out to be invented by witches in order to defeat the demons, and they willingly sacrificed their own kind¡­ How many of the witches present would stand up and castigate her for her cruelty?¡± The final result was beyond his expectation. After a few minutes, not a single person stood up. Even the witch who questioned the ceremony did not openly oppose Alice¡¯s words, albeit gritting her teeth and smacked the table as she thought, ¡°How ironic! Having killed so many witches with her own hands, she can still talk about it being for the continuation of witches! Is there anything more ridiculous than this?¡± ¡°But she isn¡¯t wrong,¡± said an elderly witch. ¡°We¡¯re after all born of mortals, and thus if Mankind was wiped out, witches wouldn¡¯t be able to persist either.¡± ¡°Conversely, no matter how many witches are sacrificed in the incarnation ceremony, there¡¯ll always be new witches to replace them. The more mortals there are, the more witches there¡¯ll be.¡± Elaine shrugged her shoulders. ¡°Is it certain that the God¡¯s Punishment Army will defeat the demons?¡± Someone asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± said Alice. ¡°Before we try, nobody really knows. The defeats in the previous two Battles of Divine Will have already shown that the demons are way stronger than us, and the only way for us to restrict their actions is to use the Red Mist. This implies that even if we create a large number of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, it¡¯s uncertain that we¡¯ll secure the final victory.¡± She paused. ¡°But you should be familiar with how I do things.¡± Elaine smiled and said, ¡°Even if there¡¯s only a small chance, we must try our best.¡± ¡°I¡¯m willing to follow you wherever.¡± ¡°For the continuation of witches.¡± ¡°I, too, don¡¯t want to admit defeat.¡± Everyone stood up and saluted the Queen of Witches. The witch who raised questions was the last to stand up, but she declared, ¡°Hopefully you¡¯re right.¡± ¡°So it¡¯s decided.¡± Alice nodded, seeming unsurprised by the result. ¡°What we¡¯ve to do now is to convince the other members of the Union.¡± ¡°They won¡¯t necessarily listen to you,¡± said the elderly witch. ¡°If we¡¯re to carry out the incarnation without resistance, the witches cannot continue to act in a superior and privileged position. The Union must be disbanded, and the past must be completely buried.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll do my best to convince them,¡± Alice said in a resolute voice. ¡°If they aren¡¯t able to accept it, Starfall City will carry out this plan alone, and a new order will be made.¡± Shortly, the scene disappeared¡­ Darkness consumed everything again. When light in the Secret Room was restored, Mayne realized that his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his head spun terribly. ¡°You look a little tired. Shall I carry you outside?¡± Zero walked over to him and asked. ¡°No need. Quickly open the door!¡± Mayne said, taking huge gasps of breath. After the metal door was opened, Mayne stumbled out of the Illusion Room, and then covered his mouth as he rushed over to the Sanctuary, and knelt in front of O¡¯Brien. ¡°After the Magic Stone was activated, the scene was automatically mapped into your mind, hence feeling discomfort is perfectly normal,¡± the Pope said softly. ¡°The first time I came into contact with these, I had the same reaction as you. You will be fine after a short rest.¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t I have any problems?¡± Zero asked, embracing the Pope¡¯s arms. ¡°Because you¡¯re a witch, thus your body has long been used to the operation of magic power.¡± O¡¯Brien smiled benignly. ¡°Whether in terms of endurance or resistance, witches are universally far superior to mortals.¡± It took a long time for Mayne to calm his breath down. ¡°This is the Church¡¯s¡­ origin?¡± ¡°Yes. After this, Alice led the witches of Starfall City and two other cities into battle, eventually emerging victorious, and laid down a new set of rules. Witches were no longer the chosen ones, but instead became the evil ones who were lured into degeneration by demons. This war lasted for nearly a hundred years, and is known in the history books as the Battle of Faiths.¡± ¡°Did she live for that long?¡± The Pope shook his head. ¡°Not long after Alice established the Church, she perished along with another Transcendent. The second Pope inherited her will and continued to lead the Army into battle until they completely subdued two other factions. Unfortunately, this battle badly damaged the three cities, and they virtually lost control over the world. The mortals who were unwilling to participate in the battle began to settle down in this narrow strait, and led the indigenes to cultivate the land. Gradually, this became what is now the Four Kingdoms.¡± Somehow, O¡¯Brien became more energetic as he spoke, and even his voice became more coherent and no longer as feeble as it used to be. ¡°After that, the Church continued to eliminate its remaining enemies on many occasions, including mortals who didn¡¯t belong to Starfall City. But the world order had already taken shape, and due to a lack of strength, the Church was never able to complete the unification of the continent. All of this is due to the early death of the Queen of Witches.¡± ¡°Natalia, whom she considered a friend, not only rejected her plan but also suddenly attacked her during a meeting. This was recorded in the unabridged Canon.¡± The Pope sighed. ¡°If she was still alive, the Battle of Faiths would have ended fifty years earlier, and after the Church accepted all witches into its membership, it would have easily unified the continent. No one expected the Battle would continue until today.¡± Mayne wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, ¡°Your Highness, there¡¯s something I¡¯m unclear about. Why were the earlier Popes all witches, while after that, it became entirely normal people?¡± ¡°Zero, you should head back first.¡± O¡¯Brien kept silent for a brief moment before saying. ¡°Yes.¡± Only after the Pure Witch had departed, O¡¯Brien slowly said, ¡°Because of weakness and cowardice.¡± ¡°W¡­ what?¡± Mayne was shocked, and for a moment, hesuspected that he had heard wrongly. ¡°No, child, you didn¡¯t hear wrongly.¡± O¡¯Brien seemed to have read his thoughts. The Pope¡¯s eyes gleamed, and he looked as if he had returned to a younger age. ¡°In order to restore the witches¡¯ glory after defeating the demons, Alice had stipulated that the Pope¡¯s position must be taken up by an Extraordinary. But Extraordinary Witches were very rare, and it wasn¡¯t always possible to find the ideal candidate. Therefore, a few prominent ordinary witches served as the Pope ¨C but weakness and cowardice were like poisonous snakes in the heart which could never be removed once they appeared. A mortal who served as the Archbishop was afraid of being oppressed by the witches someday and therefore usurped the Pope¡¯s position.¡± Mayne¡¯s eyes opened wide. ¡°And therefore, the later Popes were¡­¡± ¡°Yes, all of us are cowardly descendants who profiteered from the witches¡¯ sacrifice.¡± The Pope let out a long and deep sigh. ¡°No matter what happens, the Church has to bury this secret forever.¡± He paused. ¡°The truth regarding the Battle of Divine Will is recorded in the Pivotal Secret Temple. It¡¯s now for you to bear this responsibility and continue the line. Even giving up¡­ may also be a wise choice.¡± After saying these words, his whole body abruptly slackened, as if he had put down a heavy load, and he lay down and slumbered on top of the cart. ¡°Giving up? If he did so, who else was going to take over this position?¡± But before he had any time to ponder, Mayne realized that something was not right with O¡¯Brien ¡ª his physical condition took a dramatic turn for the worse, and the spirited look of only a moment ago disappeared. His eyes¡¯ muscles relaxed rapidly and the radiance from his eyes slowly faded. ¡°Your Highness, Your Highness O¡¯Brien!¡± Mayne shook the Pope¡¯s body anxiously, but O¡¯Brien stared vacantly at the ceiling with his mouth twitching slightly, as if he was murmuring something. At the last moment, Mayne felt him saying, ¡°Child, I¡¯m sorry.¡± Chapter 353 Chapter 353: The Quest Society Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C As the night wore on, a soft ray of light peeked through the cracks of the curtains. It was daybreak. Elsa had barely slept all night. Her head had been spinning with Nightingale¡¯s words. ¡°The mortals of this continent are the most powerful ones.¡± ¡°So much can change in 400 years. Why can¡¯t you let go of past ideas?¡± ¡°You still have much time ahead of you. You can confirm it with your own eyes.¡± Elsa rolled out of bed and walked over to her clothes-rack, resting her hand on the robe of the Taquila Quest Society. As she reminisced about gaining the unanimous approval of the Three Chief Witches when she earned this robe, her spirits leaped with joy. Exploring the mysteries of magic power had always been her lifelong pursuit, and the Quest Society¡¯s most revered motto was ¡°Existence is truth¡±. So, if those mortals really could prove their ability¡­ Elsa put on her robe, opened the door, and walked towards the grand hall. ¡°In any case, I am probably the last member of the Quest Society, as well as the sole survivor of Taquila. If I want to rebuild a new Holy City, it will take more than a couple of days. But before that, I might as well have a look at what this mortal prince could possibly be capable of to have witches at his beck and call.¡± After breakfast, Elsa, accompanied by Wendy, went to the office of the prince with gray hair. At a glance, the Prince looked no different from people of 400 years ago. However, he gave off an aura unlike a common mercenary, merchant, or farmer, but it was also different from Kaff, her head of family guards. It took only one glance to see right through these kinds of people, whose deepest thoughts were usually very easy to read, as if they were only symbols on a piece of paper. However, she could not perceive the prince in the same way, especially his eyes. Although they were a simple set of gray pupils, they seemed to be filled with indescribable radiance and confidence. More importantly, this confidence was not blind optimism. It exuded a kind of calmness and peacefulness beyond his years. It was as if he had lived for¡­ thousands of years, and knew all that was in this world like the back of his hand. ¡°Why do I feel this way?¡± ¡°He is Roland Wimbledon.¡± Elsa thought, silently memorizing this name. ¡°How did you sleep last night?¡± He smiled. ¡°Did the oatmeal and fried eggs 400 years into the future suit your tastes?¡± ¡°It was so-so, but it would have been better if you hadn¡¯t let a witch barge into my room.¡± He was stunned for a moment, and shook his head resignedly. ¡°Alright, she will knock next time. Oh, by the way ¨C if you wish to take a stroll outside to explore the town and people¡¯s customs, you can ask Nightingale to show you around. If you wish to read history books, you can ask Scroll; she has kept all the books she read in her mind.¡± ¡°People¡¯s customs?¡± Elsa frowned, ¡°With the dangers of demons looming over us, I would love to see how you have the audacity to claim that mortals can defeat demons. If you can¡¯t fend off their attacks, all the history and customs are completely meaningless!¡± The Prince smirked and said, ¡°Compared with heavy industry, light industry and civilian livelihood are just as important¡­ Why are you so interested in cannons?¡± ¡°What do you mean by light and heavy?¡± ¡°Nothing¡­ Never mind¡­¡± The Prince sighed, ¡°You will soon see, and we¡¯re going to test new weapons this afternoon. But before that, I have some questions to ask you ¨C questions about the Holy City of Taquila 450 years ago.¡± New weapons mortals operating ? Elsa¡¯s mind immediately went to crossbows and mangonels. If he simply updated these weapons, they would not be nearly enough to defeat the demons. However, she did not let her skepticism show. ¡°Ask away.¡± ¡°You mentioned that the Holy City of Taquila was a city ruled by witches and that mortals without magic power could only belong to the lowest class. How many meals did mortals eat in a day? What was their staple food? Did they eat a lot of meat?¡± Elsa was stunned. She did not expect him to ask such questions. ¡°There were also ranks within the mortals. The mortals who served Senior Witches by running errands or protecting the city had the same standing as the weakest assistant witches. Below them were farmers and merchants, and lastly came slaves and coolies. As for what you asked, I have no idea ¨C no witch in the Upper City ever paid attention to what mortals ate. As for the guards and servants in my tower, they were all provided with three meals a day. Except for the ¡°Months of the Demons¡±, they got to eat meat once a week.¡± ¡°What was their salary?¡± ¡°What is that, money?¡± She arched her brow. ¡°They became my attendants and vowed to serve me for life, and in return I gave them shelter and food, and I imparted my knowledge onto them. They didn¡¯t need any other compensation.¡± ¡°I see.¡± The Prince scribbled furiously on a piece of paper and asked, ¡°Did the witches participate in farming, livestock breeding, or iron forging?¡± ¡°Of course, all of these things were done by assistant witches,¡± Elsa replied. ¡°Although they were only assistant witches, they were far superior to commoners ¨C if commoners handled the work alone, they could never fulfill the Union¡¯s needs.¡± This back-and-forth went on for almost half-an-hour. He seemed to be especially interested in basic necessities of life in major witch cities and asked extremely detailed questions, which confused Elsa to no end. ¡°Compared with these insignificant matters, isn¡¯t he concerned about the demons who have already conquered more than half of the Dawn Region and are about to strike again?¡± The Prince paused for a moment and handed his notes to Scroll. ¡°You said that you were a member of the Quest Society and that this society specifically studied Magic Stones and magic power?¡± Finally, such a decent question was asked. Elsa nodded, ¡°Yes, the so-called Magic Stone is transformed from God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and it can suppress a witch¡¯s ability, but it can also give her unique powers.¡± These remarks were a shock to everyone. The witch who called herself Tilly blurted, ¡°How is it done?¡± Elsa finally felt a rush of her past importance and was quite pleased, ¡°For the past 400 years or so, the Quest Society made endless sacrifices to pursue the secret of the relationship between magic power and Magic Stones. I can share it with you, but you must also share your knowledge of increasing witches¡¯ awakening rates in return.¡± Tilly and Roland exchanged a glance, ¡°No problem, but I am still confused by one thing.¡± She lifted her left hand, and the blue crystal resting on her finger glinted with a striking light. ¡°This Magic Stone was discovered in the ancient ruins and enabled me to fly ¨C there is no doubt that this type of Magic Stone is immensely powerful. When battling the demons, it will give troops an advantage in both attacks and retreats. Not to mention, it saved quite an amount of time in my daily commute.¡± She paused, ¡°So why did you still retreat on foot? How was it that even a Senior Awakened Witch like you did not have such a convenient Magic Stone?¡± Chapter 354 Chapter 354: The Magic Stone Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Agatha froze in shock. She never dreamed that Tilly would have a Stone of Flight and even figured out how to use it. After hesitating for quite some time, she finally spoke, ¡°We only understood the relationship between magic power and Magic Stones, but we couldn¡¯t produce the Stones.¡± ¡°You couldn¡¯t produce them?¡± Tilly asked surprisedly, ¡°What does that mean?¡± ¡°These Magic Stones were made by demons¡­¡± she sighed, ¡°If we had a reliable source of Magic Stones, we would have been able to transform assistant witches into combat witches, and God¡¯s Punishment Army wouldn¡¯t exist.¡± ¡°Made by demons?¡± The witches couldn¡¯t help but look shocked, while Roland¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°How much do you know about making Magic Stones?¡± he asked, ¡°and how were these Magic Stones made?¡± The tone of these two questions sounded a little too blunt, and Agatha initially didn¡¯t want to answer them. However, considering that demons were witches¡¯ real enemies and that this information would eventually come to light, she stifled her remarks on his rudeness and answered slowly, ¡°There was a strange being among the demons, which we called the Chaos Beast. Its appearance resembled a large flower bud with the height of three or four people, and it crawled slowly on its tentacles. After it swallowed God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, it could produce a variety of Magic Stones, and the speed of this process depended on the type of Magic Stone being produced.¡± ¡°Have you¡­ witnessed this?¡± ¡°We caught a live beast once.¡± She was extremely irritated by the Prince¡¯s skepticism. ¡°The Bliss Army launched a surprise attack on a remote Devil¡¯s Town where there was a Chaos Beast producing Stones of Light. Witches brought it back to Taquila and made it work for the Holy City ¨C this kind of demon was extremely unintelligent, so it automatically transformed the stones it was fed. Unfortunately, we did not know how to make it produce more powerful stones, and we also didn¡¯t know how to raise it. Six months later, it turned yellow and wilted like an uprooted plant.¡± ¡°Afterwards, the Quest Society sent a couple of witches to other Devil¡¯s Towns to investigate. All reports led to the same conclusion ¨C Chaos Beasts were the only way of obtaining Magic Stones, and it would take a longer time to produce more powerful stones. Most demons used Magic Stones in battle; for example, the Mad Demon embedded on its arm a Magic Stone that could instantly excite its body¡¯s energy and give it powerful long-range attacking abilities. All the Magic Stones we had were seized from enemies¡¯ bodies or battalions. ¡°So this Stone of Flight used to belong to a demon?¡± Tilly asked curiously. ¡°As far as I know, only a powerful demon leader could have such a Magic Stone.¡± Agatha sighed, ¡°So it probably belonged to the battle spoils of a Transcendent.¡± ¡°What about the types of Magic Stones?¡± Roland frowned, ¡°Did they always have all types of Magic Stones?¡± ¡°Of course not. If that were the case, humans would have been doomed long ago.¡± She rolled her eyes, ¡°In the First Battle of Divine Will, most demons did not have Magic Stones. Instead, they relied on their immense bodies and impenetrable armor and attacked human cities with metal spears. This is all recorded very thoroughly in history books. After hundreds of years of war, human territories were conquered bit by bit, until everyone was forced to retreat to the Fertile Plains.¡± At this, she sighed, ¡°That was when we were closest to victory. If we had been led by a witch and had a trained platoon of combat witches, the demons wouldn¡¯t have even been able to set foot in the Dawn Region.¡± ¡°And then they gained access to all kinds of Magic Stones?¡± ¡°I think so. In the Second Battle of Divine Will, their attacks became much more varied.¡± Agatha¡¯s voice dropped in defeat. ¡°This time, we were totally crushed in a matter of 35 years. Although the elite Bliss Army was a strong match for the Lords of Avernus, there were many more of the enemy than there were of us. I heard from the elders of the Union that the witches actually had the upper hand for the first ten years, and that one Transcendent could slaughter an entire demon platoon. However, after we began to lose a lot of soldiers, we were forced into the defensive within our city.¡± Then, the Prince was silent for a long time and appeared to be considering something very serious. ¡°He has finally understood the horror of demons,¡± thought Agatha. ¡°Not only were their numbers immense, but their evolution was frightening. Who knows what kind of army will emerge in the next attack.¡± ¡°Are Mad Demon, Fearsome Demon, and Lord of Avernus categories you assigned to the demons?¡± Tilly asked as Roland was still lost in thought. ¡°Yes, these names became widespread in the Second Battle of Divine Will ¨C before they had their Magic Stones, there was not much difference between them besides their appearance.¡± ¡°How did they reproduce?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ that,¡± Agatha stuttered, ¡°I don¡¯t know. It was never recorded in any books or learned from captives ¨C they couldn¡¯t survive for long without the Red Mist, so we didn¡¯t have enough time to understand their language. And the demons who did not need the Red Mist to survive were all low-level beasts that couldn¡¯t communicate.¡± ¡°Beasts?¡± ¡°Yes. Demons consisted of many different species, but there were two main categories,¡± she explained carefully. ¡°One had magic power, and the other didn¡¯t. The latter didn¡¯t need the Red Mist to survive, but their appearance and intelligence were no different from regular animals. Examples of these beasts were Eight-feet Reptiles that carried supplies for the demons, and winged Devilbeasts that could carry demons into the air.¡± ¡°Hold on.¡± the Prince suddenly frowned and asked, ¡°Did these Devilbeasts you mentioned look like this?¡± He took a painting out of a drawer and spread it out in front of Agatha. ¡°This is indeed a Devilbeast.¡± The painting of the winged demon was incredibly lifelike and was no doubt the work of a witch. ¡°Have you seen one before?¡± ¡°Not too far from here.¡± Roland sipped his tea and continued, ¡°I thought it was a demonic beast tamed by the demons. So you¡¯re saying that¡­ they aren¡¯t the same thing?¡± ¡°Of course not. Low-level demonic beasts were nothing but food for demons, while powerful mutant demonic beasts were actual threats to demons. When the ¡®Months of the Demons¡¯ arrived, their attacks usually decreased, giving us some time to recover.¡± Agatha paused and changed the subject to the nearby enemy, ¡°If there are Dinotheres around, that means a Demon¡¯s Town can¡¯t be far away¡­ Where are they?¡± ¡°Just West of the Mist Forest, behind a large snow mountain.¡± Roland roughly told her about his investigation, ¡°It¡¯s completely covered in Red Mist.¡± ¡°No, not completely!¡± Agatha exclaimed, ¡°Those short stone towers are used to maintain the Red Mist by evaporating a stored liquid, so they need to be refilled periodically. That¡¯s why those demons always hide underground to reduce usage. We can try to capture this battalion!¡± ¡°Initiate an attack on the demons?¡± the witches all gasped in fear. ¡°There are Multi-eyed Demons on watch, which meant that there is probably a Chaos Beast in the battalion. Otherwise, there would not be high-level demons stationed in such a remote and small battalion.¡± She bit her lip, ¡°A Chaos Beast will always preserve its ability to produce its last Magic Stone. Even if it is not a powerful Magic Stone, we can still use it to further the research of the Quest Society, and even find the principle of transforming God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation!¡± Chapter 355 Chapter 355: Miracles Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C The group of people stared at her, dumbfounded. After a long silence, the prince cleared his throat and asked, ¡°Isn¡¯t the red fog extremely toxic? There¡¯s no way for us to approach it right?¡± ¡°It¡¯s only toxic to witches. According to the Quest Society¡¯s research, normal humans, plants and animals can all survive underneath the red fog. In addition, fire can speed up its rate of dispersion,¡± Agatha plainly replied. ¡°Weren¡¯t you the one who said even normal people could fight the Devils? Well, prove it for me to see! The winged hybrids can be lured away by our flying witches,¡± She said as she pointed to Tilly, ¡°The rest of the people can stand by waiting for us to rouse the devils and lead them into a trap. If what you said is true, taking this stronghold should be a piece of cake.¡± Roland chuckled and shook his head, ¡°I forgot to mention this earlier, this investigation trip was done via hot air balloon, not the flying witches you assumed ¡ª this kind of flying device can only carry a dozen people, I¡¯m afraid there¡¯s no way we can carry a whole troop of normal soldiers. In addition¡­¡± he paused, ¡°This plan you came up with is highly susceptible to risk. We have no idea just how many devils are lurking around. Close quarters combat will result in casualties, not to mention the dangerous job of luring the Devilbeasts. I refuse to put my people in such danger.¡± ¡°How could anyone have a foolproof plan for fighting the devils?¡± Agatha fumed. ¡°Every time the Blessed Army mobilized its people in the past, everyone went in with the expectation of a bitter battle to the death. As I thought, he¡¯s delusional! In order to achieve an end goal, casualties are an eventuality. Only a naive rookie who¡¯s never experienced the cruel reality of war would worry so much about every single individual life.¡± Though extremely disappointed, she still controlled her feelings, managing to hide her doubts. In the afternoon, after attending his presentation of this so-called new weapon, everything will become clear. Only now, Agatha no longer harbored any real expectations. They were just a prince who¡¯s only fought before on paper, a bunch of witches with support abilities, and finally some fragile and useless ordinary mortals. Even with the most powerful of weapons, how strong could they possibly be? Perhaps from the moment the Union collapsed, humanity had already been destined for destruction. ¡°You often spoke of the Battle of Divine Will, why do you call it that? Isn¡¯t it simply a war to repel the devil invasion,¡± Roland took a new piece of paper, raised his quill and asked. That¡¯s what everyone called it. The history books never recorded the initial reason for the war,¡± Agatha answered in a disheartened tone, ¡°It¡¯s not wrong to call it a war to repel the invasion, after all, the devils did only come to the Land of Dawn from the stone gates¡­¡± ¡°What stone gates?¡± Scroll couldn¡¯t help but interrupt. ¡°The Gates of Hell that rose from the ground.¡± Agatha sighed. ¡°On the eve of the Bloody Moon, the Gates of Hell shall open, engulfing the world we know. That¡¯s what was written in the history books ¡ª either way, these damned stone gates would appear every few hundred years. The first horde of devils used them to come to the Land of Dawn and rabidly attempted to murder us all.¡± ¡°So the pattern of their invasions is also related to this?¡± ¡°They needed the red fog to survive, in order to leave the fog they had to depend on their own handheld reservoirs ¡ª the leather pouches, metal containers and demonic beast hide tanks. This is also the reason we were even able to have the second or third Battles of Divine Will. Only when the stone gates appeared could the devils build their fog generating Obelisks, which were usually taller than even mountains and had a wide area of diffusion. A single one is enough to cover the entire Fertile Plains,¡± she explained slowly. ¡°If another Battle of Divine Will erupts, the devils will definitely construct an Obelisk in the middle of the plains to serve as their base. After it¡¯s complete, they¡¯ll use their fortresses at the boundaries of the fog to initiate their attack. This time, I¡¯m afraid there¡¯s nowhere left for humanity to run.¡± ¡°If that day comes, everyone can at least escape to Fjords to weather the storm.¡± Tilly shrugged her shoulders. ¡°Are you talking about those few islands in the middle of the Swirling Sea? How many people could a tiny land like that possibly sustain? It¡¯s nothing but a place of desperation where one waits for their eventual demise,¡± Agatha snappily retorted. ¡°Alright, everyone cheer up a little, at least we now have a decent understanding of the devils we¡¯re up against,¡± the Prince shrugged and said, ¡°By the time the third Battle of Divine Will begins, we won¡¯t be unprepared. Let¡¯s call it a day here. Anything else we can discuss after lunch.¡± ¡­ Agatha finished her sumptuous lunch and followed Wendy back to her room. Life in the wastelands was a lot more¡­ luxurious than she imagined. Both the variety and taste were far superior to that of any feast in her memory. She thought that perhaps this was because she was born in an era of war; those days, be it in her own stone tower or at the fortress of the Union, food consisted solely of bread, jerky and vegetable soup. Yet here salt, butter, and honey were all plentiful, as well as some delicious spices she didn¡¯t recognize. Even though she wanted to maintain her image, she nevertheless couldn¡¯t help but devour an entire plate of fried mushrooms as well as two huge pieces of honeyed steak. However, the more she ate, the angrier she became. She both loathed herself for succumbing to the temptation of delicious food, bringing shame upon Taquila, and loathed the Prince for being so short-sighted as to be wasting time savoring delicacies while the humanity walked towards its doom! Thinking of this, she couldn¡¯t help but harden her tone and say, ¡°I¡¯m already familiar with the castle halls now. You needn¡¯t bother with the hassle of escorting me back from now on.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a hassle at all. I¡¯m delighted to do these things¡­ ¡± Wendy smiled. ¡°Also, if you want to talk about anything, I¡¯m always here. Bottling your feelings up in your heart will only make them fester.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t he say he was going to show us the new weapons in the afternoon? Why¡¯d he leave all by himself after eating?¡± ¡°You mean Roland? This¡­ is probably because he¡¯s taking a nap,¡± Wendy covered her mouth and whispered, ¡°That¡¯s His Majesty¡¯s habit, usually after lunch he¡¯ll always sleep for at least an hour. His Majesty often says the body is the foundation of all efforts. Without enough rest, it¡¯s impossible to fulfill the duties of a lord.¡± ¡°An afternoon nap! What kind of habit is this! A whole night isn¡¯t enough for him!?¡± Agatha angrily thought, ¡°This is obviously nothing but a lazy person making excuses, yet you actually wholeheartedly believe him!¡¯ ¡°Be it normal witches or Senior Awakened Witches¡­ why is it that you all have such confidence in him?¡± she took a deep breath, ¡°Is it just because he gave you a safe haven? Do you really believe that he can win against the devils ¨C no, even against the Church that has been suppressing you all?¡± ¡°I can¡¯t speak for the other sisters,¡± Wendy gently replied, ¡°but I myself do believe in him. Because His Majesty is capable of making the things that no one else imagined, or even dared to imagine, happen. To me, he¡¯s someone who¡¯s made countless miracles happen.¡± ¡°Mira¡­ cles? ¡°When witches everywhere were being hunted to death, he saved the Association; when everyone saw us as demons, he created a place where we could coexist in harmony; in a single short year, His Majesty has managed to use an army of peasants to fend off the Months of the Demons, and defeated Duke Ryan who had a territory several times of his; even the mad empowered army of Graycastle wasn¡¯t able to take a single step past our border.¡± ¡°But these are merely the battles of mortals, compared with the war between God¡¯s Punishment Army and the devils, they¡¯re completely different.¡± Agatha shook her head. ¡°Of course it¡¯s not just this,¡± Wendy continued, ¡°His teachings and theories allowed four sisters to evolve their abilities, and has unceasingly created increasingly powerful weapons, which allow knights and even ordinary people to win against Extraordinaries¡­ these are all miracles that I¡¯ve personally witnessed, not just the wild rumors of a tavern, nor the bombastic descriptions of historical records ¡ª they happened right in front of my eyes.¡± ¡°One day he¡¯ll become the King of Graycastle, and lead us to defeat any and all of our enemies.¡± Her eyes were filled with mirth yet her voice was full of confidence. ¡°That¡¯s what I believe.¡± Chapter 356 Chapter 356: ¡¸152£¡¡¹ Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Weapons that enable civilians to defeat Extraordinaries? After Wendy left, Agatha kept mulling over this phrase. Did they truly know what an Extraordinary was? Unfortunately, she did not have a Stone of Measuring with her to clearly determine the powers and types of these witches. After waiting for an annoyingly long time, Nightingale appeared in her doorway. ¡°His Highness invites you to view his new weaponry tests. If you don¡¯t want to go¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go,¡± she mumbled. ¡°Please lead the way.¡± When she saw Prince Roland still groggy and yawning, Agatha had a sudden impulse to dump ice chips onto him to wake him up. However, this move would probably cause some misunderstandings with the other witches, so she could only think about it to herself. As they left the castle, she saw the entirety of the town in broad daylight for the first time. With the snow as a backdrop, the first impression that leaped into her mind was order¡ªall the two-story houses stood in clean rows and had exactly the same appearance, with matching white silhouettes and red tile roofs. The black roads were all straight as an arrow, splitting the town into equal square sections. Looking into the distance, the scenery seemed to be continuous layers of houses, trees and streets and so on. Even Taquila¡¯s Inner City could never be this orderly! But she felt there was something about the town that couldn¡¯t compare to her city. Except the castle, there were no buildings worth a second glance in this town. Even the castle itself could not compare to Taquila¡¯s Quest Tower in grandiosity. ¡°After all, it¡¯s only a small town.¡± Agatha scoffed inwardly and turned to Nightingale. ¡°How many people live here?¡± ¡°Um¡­ There used to be only a little over 2,000, but now, with the refugees from the North and South, there¡¯re almost 30,000.¡± ¡°There were only 2,000, and he claimed to defeat demons. What a stupid¡­ hold on, 30¡­ 30,000?¡± Agatha widened her eyes in shock. Even in its prime, Taquila could only accommodate 50,000 people. Could this tiny place hold 30,000? She wasn¡¯t counting the populations of the surrounding villages, right? Although these square brick houses did seem to have a larger capacity than wooden bungalows, the increase of population wasn¡¯t merely a simple addition of numbers. After the population reached a certain point, demands on the city would also increase exponentially. Firstly, the demand for food and water would increase dramatically. Secondly, there would be more public safety issues following an increase in slums. Finally, even waste disposal would become a difficult issue. Towards the end of the Second Battle of Divine Will, Taquila faced all of these issues¡ªfollowing the collapse of many major cities, more and more people flocked to the Holy City. Overpopulation did not strengthen the city¡¯s defense, but instead paralyzed the entire city. The Union had to forcefully remove a group of refugees to settle the crisis. After experiencing this firsthand, Agatha knew how difficult the growth of population was. As she observed her companion¡¯s casual demeanor, she somewhat distrusted her. Perhaps Nightingale had no idea what she was talking about and was simply lying to her. ¡°I should ask Wendy these kinds of questions in the future, ¡± she thought. ¡°At least she seemed more sincere.¡± After crossing the crowded city streets, Agatha followed the prince and his group onto a city wall made of mud. This kind of short city wall was far from lofty and sturdy. There were no barbs on the surface of the wall, nor was there a moat surrounding it. Demons wouldn¡¯t even need machines to climb this wall as they could do so bare-handedly. She became more disappointed in her heart. Every hundred steps or so, there were protrusions of flat platforms on the top of the wall, which seemed to be prepared for ballistas. It didn¡¯t take a long walk along the wall for Agatha to see the weapon being tested that day. Its appearance was so unique that it commanded everyone¡¯s attention. It was a metal tube that looked like an enlarged iron spear, except there was no spear head. It was entirely smooth and had a slight silver tinge to it, so it didn¡¯t seem like a metal weapon. The parts at the ends of the tube were slightly complicated. Besides a stabilizing stand, there were also two shorter tubes that were attached to the top and bottom of the large tube. It had no pulleys or slots for arrows, appearing nothing like a larger ballista or mangonel. But she still could not figure out how this thing could attack enemies. ¡°This is a newly-invented weapon of Border Town¡ªthe 152 mm Stronghold Standard Artillery, symbolizing justice and glory!¡± The prince exclaimed, waving his hands. ¡°We made many improvements on the basis of the 12 pound field artillery, and it¡¯s outstanding in all respects. It¡¯s undoubtedly a revolutionary weapon!¡± Agatha couldn¡¯t help but frown. All this talk of justice, glory and Stronghold Standards sounded extremely superficial. Not to mention that the long string of introductions was a mouthful of made-up words. Was he really the prince, whom, as Wendy introduced, was learned and trusted by all witches? ¡°Clap, clap, clap,¡± Nightingale was the only person clapping, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. ¡°Ahem,¡± Roland cleared his throat. ¡°Let¡¯s not waste our breath and start testing. Iron Axe, take it away.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Three people dressed in the same uniforms immediately stood up and got to work. Agatha stood on the side and followed every movement of these men, hoping to understand the workings of this weapon. She watched one man slide off the metal piece at the end of the tube, and another immediately stuff an orange sharp object into the tube and shut the metal piece. ¡°Report. Preparation is ready. Prepare to launch!¡± ¡°Everyone, cover your ears.¡± The prince demonstrated with his hands, nodded, and said, ¡°Fire.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ is it ready this quickly?¡± Just as Agatha was about to ask, a large boom exploded next to her ears. Her head immediately began buzzing, and her surroundings quieted. The long metal tube spat out a ball of orange flames, blinding yet fleeting. In that moment, she sensed the immense power of the fire, and felt the city wall trembling beneath her feet. A wave of heat rushed towards her, pushing her back a few steps. The cannon itself also suddenly sank back suddenly¡ªbut then it steadily returned to its original position. ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale supported her in time from behind and seemed to say something to her, but she could only hear fragments of whispers, as if they were coming from far away¡­ Finally, the buzzing subsided, and her hearing was back to normal. ¡°Are you okay?¡± She shook her head, looking towards the fields of snow, but couldn¡¯t see any change. Were those flames only good for intimidating the enemy? ¡°Did you see the landing point?¡± the prince asked a witch with green hair. ¡°It fell behind a small hill, nearest to the red flag,¡± the latter said after peering out for some time, ¡°but it was still much farther.¡± ¡°Red flag?¡± Agatha looked at Roland with puzzlement. ¡°What are they talking about?¡± Luckily, the prince quickly addressed her confusion. ¡°This weapon can fire shells¡ªor bolts that you¡¯re familiar with¡ªto a long distance, so it¡¯s used to attack enemies far away. In order to observe the range of attack, I had Lightning place colored flags every one kilometer, and the red flag was the last one at five kilometers away.¡± He explained, ¡°By your measurements, one kilometer is a little over 300 yards.¡± Agatha was stunned. ¡°Is he saying that that weapon fired a bolt over a distance of more than 5,000 meters? There were no pulleys or power-storing mechanisms. How did they make it? Even Siege Beasts driven by magic power could only reach a range of 1,500-2,000 meters. If he was not lying, then a tall and sturdy city wall, combined with these kinds of weapons, could really fend off the demons¡¯ attack.¡± But¡­ it¡¯s probably not very easy for a weapon with such an astonishing firing range to fire even once. ¡°It just doesn¡¯t feel right without seeing where the shells landed,¡± The Prince stroked his chin and said, ¡°Next, let¡¯s test a fast triple-shot flat aim to attack targets in short range.¡± Chapter 357 Chapter 357: Unfinished-work Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C The second time it fired, Agatha covered her ears up in advance. Then she saw an incredible scene. There was no endless charging work that she expected. Gigantic as the long metal pipe seemed, it was actually not as heavy as it looked like. Every shot seemed to shake the earth up. However, its base remained absolutely still, as if the pipe and the base were not related at all. The long tube was quick and accurate each time in terms of backing and resetting, and this process did not even require human control¡ªonly three of the four operators were busy working, while the commander Iron Axe was just standing aside issuing orders. Withdrew the metal stopper, slid off the copper shell, stuffed the new bolt, and then fired¡­ and repeated the process. Agatha could feel the ground-shaking anger of the earth almost every ten breaths. At the same time, she also witnessed the soil and the snow columns kicked up one after another by the flat fire at a close distance¡ªthe prince did not lie that this weapon truly shot the bolt out at a speed that was impossible to capture with naked eyes. Judging from the interval between the firing time and the time when the snow columns were kicked up, it could be concluded that even a Transcendent would absolutely have no way to avoid the attack! Agatha looked at this silver white long tube weapon and could not help being amazed. If ¡­ if Taquila was guarded by such a powerful weapon at that time, we should have been able to keep all the frightful demons below the city walls, and thereby prevented falling into the dilemma of attrition after the walls were destroyed. The war would perhaps not have gone that bad either. ¡°Was this weapon created by witches?¡± After quite a while, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked quietly. From its bright and shiny appearance, this could absolutely not be handcrafted by mortals with iron hammers. However, the prince¡¯s reply greatly surprised her. ¡°This is a masterpiece jointly created by witches and mortals,¡± he smiled and said, ¡°Witches took care of everything from smelting to casting the Longsong Cannon, whereas alchemists were responsible for shells that were used to fire. By the way, the witches who have been engaged in manufacturing are all what you call assistant witches except Anna.¡± Agatha felt that her long-standing idea was suddenly shaken. She thought she had been kind and generous enough to mortals, and for this she had been even marginalized by the Quest Society. However, it now appeared that what she had done was far from enough? Is that true that the Union had been wrong all the way from the beginning? Did it mean that what the prince said, namely ¡°Mortals can defeat demons¡± was actually right? ¡­ Yet if the cooperation between witches and mortals can generate such powerful strength, then why did the first Battle of Divine Will end up with a disastrous defeat?¡± With questions continuously coming to her mind, Agatha started to feel very confused. ¡­ When the Longsong Cannons jetted out flames in succession, Tilly was greatly shocked as well. Although she once stood on the top of the city wall and saw shells being fired at demonic beasts, the drawbacks of those firearms were also quite evident¡ªIt was hard to target at a long distance, and it could not shoot downwards if enemies drew close. It was only at somewhere in the middle that they were able to exert the optimum power. However, as the loading was sort of slow, it was very likely that swift hybrid demonic beasts may have already arrived at the foot of the city walls before they had time to ignite them. Furthermore, in order to quickly load and shoot, five to ten people were required to run a mortar team. The weapon operation would be affected even a single step went wrong. Besides, it required someone to specially keep an eye on the combustion source upon ignition. When there was heavy rain, field artilleries probably would not be useless. Nevertheless, the Longsong Cannon newly developed by Roland did not have the aforesaid deficiencies. Charging from the rear of the cannon enabled the muzzle to stay lower than the breech, and thereby largely increased the efficiency of close range shooting. The firing rate was also multiplied several times, yet the staff was reduced to three people. Meanwhile, the cannon did not need to be lit by open fire, which meant that they could operate even in harsh weather. As its attacking scope was far greater than that of mangonels, it totally deserved what Roland referred to as ¡°an epochal weapon¡±. Although they currently relied on witches¡¯ abilities to manufacture such weapons, Tilly believed that this was only temporary¡ªSylvie¡¯s observation could verify this: In the past, only Chief Knight was equipped with automatic weapons, but now each soldier had one in their hand. Anna only needed to create the facilities and equipment for the manufacturing of such weapons. Specific casting and assembling work could be independently completed by laborers. From Ashes¡¯ and Anderlia¡¯s looks, one could tell that the Longsong Cannon was something that they could not possibly imagine. It was nice to have such an ally, but as a brother, she felt he was even more distant. She even had a feeling that Roland had gone far ahead of her. This made Tilly a little frustrated. If only he could be more frank. ¡­ Seeing the shells that were produced with great difficulty exhaust in a blink, Roland felt his heart was aching. In spite of this, he still had to put on an inscrutable look to cover up his unwillingness. This was not a new cannon testing in a real sense. In order to achieve a brilliant demo effect, he asked Iron Axe to borrow a group of elite artillery from the artillery battalion and had them start on simulative shooting practice a few days beforehand, during which they also carried out two rounds of ball firing practice. This was nothing but a force demonstration specially prepared for the witches. The shooting went on well, and the result was also excellent¡ªat least from Agatha¡¯s shocked look, one could tell that the performance of the cannons had blown her mind. Nonetheless, to Roland, the firing performance of this Longsong Cannon was far from ideal. Except for the sacred caliber of 152 mm, the rest of it was not even close to that of the real 152. With Anna¡¯s ability in precision machining, Lucia¡¯s in element purification and Sylvie¡¯s in crack detection, theoretically, he could manufacture modern cannons in a real sense, rather than a replica that only had a shooting range of seven to eight kilometers. The key lay in details. For now, it appeared that the setting of its chamber was too small. In consideration of the weight of fixed ammunition, Roland decreased the volume of the chamber on purpose, which resulted in insufficiency in powder charge. Although it had a long barrel of 40 caliber, its shooting range was still unsatisfactory. Another thing was propellant. Since nitroglycerin was still in the process of testing, all that was loaded to the cannons was nitrocotton. This was also a reason why Roland felt it was a pity that the nitrocotton consumed by a few shells was enough to load thousands of bullets. In addition, these smokeless propellants had not been gelatinized, which further decreased the powder charge. Finally, the shell itself was after all a larger version of the bullet. If the bullet had not been charged, it all relied on kinetic energy to create lethality. Missing the target meant zero harm. At this stage it could only be used to attack some slow enemies. Overall, there was still a long way to go before they were able to barrage and cover every inch of the earth with cannon shells. However, Roland felt he probably did not have as much time as he initially expected. Ever since he knew that the transformation of the Magic Stone was originated from demons, he felt increasingly alert deep down inside. ¡°If demons also had their own scientific technologies, would they enjoy an advance by leaps and bounds in these technologies at some point?¡± Chapter 358 Chapter 358: Invitation Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C This was not a wild guess, but it could be best proved by the development of human civilization. It took mankind nearly a million years to enter the Iron Age from the Stone Age, but only 3,200 years from the Iron Age to the Age of Steam. From the Age of Steam to the Electric Age, it merely took 150 years, and the world directly stepped into the information era in another 50 years. From the information Agatha disclosed, demons were not an invariable race. Over 800 years ago, they combatted in a close range with knives and shields made of bronze and pig iron, fighting in a similar way to mankind. In order to compete against witches, some Senior Demons would also wear God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. Every time they attacked a city, demons generally did not have any effective countermeasures for long-distance weapons such as crossbow bolts and mangonels, and therefore always suffered great loss before conquering a fortified city. If they were not born to possess such immense power, perhaps mankind would have become the ultimate victor of the first Battle of Divine Will. Nevertheless, demons had already been able to mass produce Magic Stones in the second Battle of Divine Will, and their groups had also experienced differentiation. Demons of various forms took on diverse operation missions, and even Mad Demons who outweighed in number had also developed measures for long-distance attack. According to Agatha, they even created transportation tools and engineering instruments driven by Magic Stones! Now more than 400 years had passed, how far had they evolved? Roland originally thought Agatha would bring him the Magic Stone technologies from Taquila¡¯s Quest Society, and based on them, he would be able to wedge a new path of industrial development, but he did not expect that such technologies were from the enemies. In that way, the competition against demons would very likely become a war between industrial and Magic Stone technologies. ¡°Only the one that develops technologies faster will win in the end.¡± At this thought, Roland could not help but heave a sigh. It seemed necessary to have a thorough discussion with Tilly. ¡­ Roland met Tilly Wimbledon at his office after dinner. He felt pleased when he saw she came alone¡ªat least there had been great progress in terms of trust between them. ¡°Nightingale told me you want to discuss something with me.¡± she took a seat and came straight to the point. ¡°Yes.¡± Roland poured a cup of tea and handed it over to her himself. ¡°It¡¯s mainly about how to cope with the third Battle of Divine Will and our future.¡± Tilly took the tea cup and blinked, seeming to wait for him to continue. ¡°According to Agatha, the Four Kingdoms was merely a tip of the Land of Dawn and that even the Barbarian Land used to be the most prosperous Fertile Plains. It was after being defeated by demons twice that human beings had to retreat to this place. Based on the time the Stone Gates opened, the third Battle of Divine Will is at the corner.¡± Roland hesitated for a moment and stated bluntly, ¡°I hope you can stay.¡± Tilly smiled faintly after a short pause and said, ¡°I didn¡¯t expect you would say that.¡± ¡°The strength of demons is unpredictable, and we must gather all the powers available to win the war. Although Agatha said the first Battle of Divine Will was operated by both mortals and witches, it was very likely that their cooperation was only on the surface, which essentially had no difference from the second Battle of Divine Will.¡± He addressed in a sincere tone, ¡°As you¡¯ve already seen, the excess of the memories in my head possesses weapons sufficient to defeat demons. Once these memories are converted to physical entities, mortals can also burst out powers beyond imagination. The right choice is to have witches take care of the operation of war machines, while ordinary people fight in the war. Upon a big war, one more person means one more source of strength.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Tilly took a sip of the tea and did not answer for quite a while. Roland felt his heart was in his throat. Yet under such circumstances, there was no use feeling vexed. He put on a composed look, waiting silently for Tilly to speak. After seven minutes or so, Tilly finally heaved a sigh and broke the silence. ¡°If I stay, what about the witches on the Sleeping Island?¡± ¡°Does that mean¡­ she agreed?¡± Roland restrained his excitement. ¡°Ask them to come to the Border Town. They are totally welcome here. I¡¯ll mark off a plot of land for your witches, and each of them will be equally paid as those in the Witch Union¡ªah, I don¡¯t mean making them members of the Union. They¡¯ll still be led by you. It¡¯s like establishing a special autonomous district in the Western Region. This is not only convenient for our cooperation, but also helpful to boost the mutual understanding between us.¡± ¡°Will they be equally paid?¡± She could not help but smile, ¡°You don¡¯t mind their abilities? You know most of them can¡¯t fight for you.¡± ¡°No, no,¡± Roland waved his hand repeatedly and said, ¡°In the cooperation model I have conceived, assistant witches, on the contrary, can play a more important role than combat ones, because it isn¡¯t themselves that are strengthened, but hundreds of thousands of ordinary people¡ªnature doesn¡¯t lack power, but lacks people who discover and make use of them. In this regard, the abilities of assistant witches are far greater.¡± ¡°Is this your real purpose?¡± she asked slyly. ¡°Um¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed a generous offer.¡± Tilly smiled, shaking her head. ¡°In view of the public concerns, I can¡¯t refuse your request to jointly fight against the intrusion of demons; in view of the personal concerns, I also want to stay here to learn the interesting knowledge. However, I can¡¯t give you my consent now.¡± A bit surprised, Roland immediately asked, ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Since I am the leader elected by the witches on the Sleeping Island, I can¡¯t decide their future based on my personal preference. Once moved to the Western Region, the organization will inevitably lose its independence. If something happens, they¡¯ll be too vulnerable to resist. If one day there¡¯re conflicts between us, should all the witches have to pack up and return to the the Sleeping Island again?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯ll never¡­¡± ¡°I can¡¯t put their future in an oral promise,¡± Tilly interrupted, ¡°If you were me, would you surrender everything of yours to me simply because we are allies?¡± Roland was instantly speechless. He knew the answer even without thinking about it. If he himself was in such a situation, he would never agree with others easily. Most of the time, the closer two people are, the more likely they¡¯ll have conflicts. That¡¯s exactly what the so-called ¡°befriending a distant state while attacking a neighbor¡± means. The same applies to powers and lovers. ¡°See? You are worried about the same thing as I am.¡± ¡°But¡­ you are my younger sister. I won¡¯t hurt you.¡± Roland had no choice but to make the last effort. ¡°Really¡­ but for the reason you just said, I still can¡¯t trust it,¡± Tilly closed her eyes somewhat melancholy, ¡°this is probably why I can¡¯t promise you right away.¡± She paused for a little bit, as if she wanted to leave those thoughts behind, ¡°Let¡¯s just treat each other as an ally for now¡ªI will give my full support to the construction of Border Town. If you need witches, I¡¯ll try to meet your requirements as much as I can¡­ If it¡¯s really hard to resist the attacks from demons, you can still return to Sleeping Island and spend the rest of your life in peace. This is all that I can do so far.¡± Chapter 359 Chapter 359: Different Choices Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C The fire in the fireplace shook for a second and fainted. Nightingale revealed herself, and put some firewood inside. Cracking sounds came from the fireplace and the flames suddenly rose up. Roland looked at the stretched shadow of the cup and took a deep exhalation. Tilly had been away for some time, and he had been recalling their conversation to see if there was any way to change the result, but it ended up in vain ¨C trust is very intriguing, and only by taking a lot of time can he earn someone¡¯s trust. ¡°It seems that you¡¯re not capable of everything,¡± said Nightingale. She brushed off the dust on her hand and sat back at her usual place, ¡°What on earth did you say to her that day?¡± ¡°A white lie.¡± Roland leaned on the chair. ¡°It¡¯s very normal that she doesn¡¯t believe it.¡± He paused and said, ¡°You said that you had a younger brother. If he suddenly becomes very different than he used to be, and keeps saying that he¡¯s still himself, will you believe him?¡± ¡°Do you mean that guy who looked innocent but then betrayed me at the back?¡± Nightingale twitched her mouth, ¡°As far as I see, he was basically no different than a mutation.¡± ¡°Well, I shouldn¡¯t have mentioned this.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. Anyway, I¡¯m not a member of Gelan Family anymore, and they¡¯re just strangers to me.¡± She said carelessly. ¡°She and I were once just like strangers as well,¡± Roland sighed and continued, ¡°or I would rather say that I didn¡¯t get along well with anyone in the palace.¡± ¡°If you feel bored, you can share it with me.¡± Nightingale gave a subtle smile, ¡°I¡¯ve been very curious about the royal life, but I also want to know how bad you were at that time. How could you be so bad that your notorious reputation was even spread to the Silver City?¡± ¡°To be honest, back then I was much worse than now.¡± Roland could not help but raise his lips. He picked some stories from his memories and said briefly, ¡°Probably from the moment she fell onto the glass slag, she began to hate me.¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed¡­ terrible,¡± she clicked her tongue and continued, ¡°but I think she doesn¡¯t hate you now.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland raised his eyebrows and asked, ¡°How could you know that?¡± ¡°Of course I know. Didn¡¯t she say these words¡ª¡¯in view of the personal concerns, I also want to stay here to learn the interesting knowledge.''¡± Nightingale imitated. ¡°It sounded like a consolation, but the truth is that she didn¡¯t lie about it. If she still hates you as much as she did in the past, she would never feel like staying here.¡± ¡°Are you comforting me?¡± Roland smiled and said. ¡°I¡¯m just telling the truth,¡± she shrugged and continued, ¡°and I think it¡¯s fine to maintain the status quo.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°She promised to give priority to providing witches for the town to support you against demons, so there¡¯s no difference whether she stays here or not. If the witches on the Sleeping Island all come to the town at the same time, with more witches like Ashes, I may be very busy.¡± Nightingale threw a dried fish into her mouth and muttered,¡± Not everyone is as obedient as Maggie.¡± Roland could not help but laugh, ¡°It sounds like that you had some issues with Ashes before?¡± ¡°Oh? Of course not. How could it be,¡± Nightingale waved her hands and said, ¡°I just keep my eyes on her occasionally to prevent her turning against the Witch Union.¡± ¡°Really?¡± She turned her head to another side and whistled. ¡°I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s an illusion,¡± Roland stared at her. ¡°Why do you feel so happy when I was rejected?¡± ¡°That¡¯s an illusion,¡± affirmed Nightingale, and then she looked at the door, ¡°well, someone is coming.¡± With these words,she concealed herself. ¡°Was it just her excuse to get away?¡± Just at this moment, someone began to knock on the door outside the office. Roland was very surprised. It was almost midnight now. Who would come at this time of the night? He changed a new candle for the candlestick and said, ¡°Come in.¡± The visitor was Agatha. The prince was shocked for a moment and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± She didn¡¯t reply but came to sit down at the round stool beside the table, ¡°Ms. Wendy said that the flintlock that can fight against Extraordinaries and the cannon with an amazing long shooting range were both your ideas. Is it true? And the theories behind these things and their manufacturing methods are all recorded in the books you wrote? ¡± ¡°Do you mean Natural Science Theoretical Foundation and Elementary Chemistry? There¡¯re related theories in them, but as for their manufacturing methods, they¡¯re not written down because of length.¡± said Roland, ¡°After all, they are just textbooks for elementary theories. ¡± Do you come to see me just for this?¡± ¡°Only members of the Witch Union can learn such knowledge, right?¡± she didn¡¯t reply but continued to ask. Roland nodded and had almost figured out what she wanted to say. ¡°Then I apply to join the Witch Union,¡± Agatha said without a pause. ¡°But the Witch Union is an organization belonging to the Border Town. Are you sure you want to work for the town?¡± he said with curiosity, ¡°Its lord is not a Transcendent but just an ordinary mortal.¡± ¡°Any mortal that can create weapons to defend demons is not ordinary at all. Even in the Quest Society, there¡¯ll be a place for you.¡± Agatha paused for a little bit and said, ¡°As long as it does no harm to the witches and it¡¯s not against the survivors of the Union, I don¡¯t mind¡­ cooperating with a mortal.¡± Probably it¡¯s a little hard for her to say ¡°to work for a mortal¡± at the moment, but Agatha¡¯s capability of accepting new things had impressed Roland a lot. Perhaps someone who was engaged in research was always able to accept new things quickly. He restrained himself from smiling and said, ¡°I thought you would follow Tilly to the Sleeping Island, which is a city built by the witches.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a refuge for hiding from the hunting of the Church,¡± she shook her head and said, ¡°I¡¯ve learned about everything from them before I made this decision. And I¡¯ve seen so many cities ruled by the witches before I was frozen, yet they were all gone without any traces. It¡¯ll be meaningless if we cannot defeat demons. I wish I could see the hope of victory here.¡± ¡°You will,¡± Rolland nodded, ¡°but as to not be against the Union¡­ I cannot promise that, because it probably hasn¡¯t been gone, but just changed its name and covered itself up.¡± ¡°What?¡± Agatha was shocked. ¡°I¡¯ve thought about what you said carefully. Even if you ran away from Taquila after it was defeated, there were still Transcendents and many Blessed Warriors in the Union. On this undeveloped land in which many original inhabitants are living, they can¡¯t entirely extinct unless they intend to do so.¡± Roland said in a deep voice, ¡°The Church is probably a transformation of the Union. It were not the mortals that took away the power and the methods of creating God¡¯s Punishment Army from the witches, but the witches themselves did that and turned the Union into an organization that hunted witches. In this way, it¡¯s more convenient for them to create a large number of God¡¯s Punishment Armies.¡± ¡°Are you saying that it¡¯s the Union that has led to the tragic situation where witches are oppressed and hunted?¡± She said in great surprise. ¡°I¡¯m not sure yet. It¡¯s just a guess.¡± Roland stood up and went to the bookcase, took out several thick black books and handed them to her. ¡°You can find their chronology written by the Church itself, and the histories of the Four Kingdoms written by astrologers. You can make reference to them. In any case, the Church is now our enemy that we must eliminate in the future.¡± ¡°If you decide to stand on the side of witches and fight against demons with me, you¡¯re most welcome at the Witch Union.¡± Chapter 360 Chapter 360: Ice Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Early in the next morning, Agatha received parchment scroll from Roland. ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°A contract. After you leave your fingerprint on it, you¡¯ll officially become a member of the Witch Union.¡± She spread the scroll of paper, carefully read the contents in it and asked in surprise, ¡°That¡¯s all?¡± ¡°Yup?¡± Roland seemed a little confused about what she said, ¡°Why ask?¡± ¡°The restrictions on it are useless,¡± Agatha pointed to the part of ¡°Services¡± and continued, ¡°it just mentions that witches cannot betray Border Town unless the mutual agreement between both parties is breached, but there isn¡¯t any restricting measures. If a witch does want to break the contract, she might have no pressure at all. Besides, and the wordings are way too loose. Is this a real contract?¡± ¡°Well, I just wrote it casually and it¡¯s just a kinda formality.¡± The prince nodded without any surprise. It seemed that Agatha was not the first one to point out the loopholes of this contract. ¡°It¡¯s a formality full of loopholes .¡± Secretly criticizing the contract in her mind, she then touched the ink pad and put her thumbprint on it. There were very few requirements for both parties in the contract of the Witch Union. According to the articles, Agatha could barely see any differences after she joined the Witch Union. Although she thought it was unnecessary to sign the contract, she felt much relieved than before. She said she would work with the mortals, but she knew it well that the man with gray hair was the real leader of the Union. If she had to work for a mortal like the way she served the Union or the leader of three cities with the utmost deference, she would probably not accept it. But now, she was at least free to a large extent. Roland put away the contract and asked curiously, ¡°What were the restrictions on the contract of Taquila?¡± ¡°It was only used for recruiting the mortals and the penalties included corporal punishment and mental torture.¡± She twitched her mouth. ¡°As for us witches, we didn¡¯t need such contracts. Once you joined the Union, you should serve it for your lifetime and there was only death for traitors.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± he took a breath and said, ¡°welcome to the Witch Union.¡± After breakfast, remember to come to the castle garden. I need to test your ability comprehensively.¡± ¡­ The ability test was much easier than what Agatha thought. All she needed to do was to show every characteristic of her ability once in front of the prince and answer some questions. ¡°The form of the magic power is a sky blue pentagonal prism and it¡¯s a medium level. It belongs to the summon category. Your ability has evolved once. The initial performance is creating a low temperature, and it can freeze at a normal temperature after evolution, which is a very convenient ability,¡± Roland asked after recording the results, ¡°how did you get evolved? ¡± ¡°Constant practice and a sudden enlightenment,¡± she proudly said. As the youngest High Awakened, she was called ¡°the Genius of Taquila¡± by all the members of the Union. ¡°Every day I kept trying to lower the temperature to freeze the water instantly. One day, I saw a witch who manipulated the flame to melt a piece of lead into liquid, and as the lead was heated by the flame, the lead water began to boil.¡± ¡°This scene made me realize that everything may have three states: gaseous, liquid and solid¡ªlead is solid at room temperature, but if the temperature is high enough, it can also turn into gas; water is liquid at room temperature, and when the temperature falls, it can freeze into ice.¡± ¡°So for gas at normal temperature, can it freeze as long as the temperature is low enough, just like the case of the lead?¡± ¡°With this idea, I quickly felt the magic power in my body changing entirely, and I finally evolved into a Senior Witches. This enlightenment is also recorded in the General Principles.¡± In fact, she was the youngest witch whose enlightenment was recorded in that book. Back then, even all the Three Chiefs praised her, for such enlightenment was very significant in enlightening witches to evolve and in practical research. However, when she said those in a serious manner, Roland was quite calm. ¡°I see.¡± The prince nodded. ¡°What is the General Principles?¡± ¡°Wait¡­ Aren¡¯t you surprised at all?¡± Agatha asked surprisedly. ¡°The world is full of gas everywhere. It can be anywhere and without any weight. Actually, the gas can turn into flowing water and frozen ice.¡± ¡°They are very normal phenomena, and there are many kinds of gases, each of which has different boiling points and melting points.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Why should I be surprised? These¡¯re common sense in Natural Science Theoretical Foundation.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Agatha was quite shocked and hurt, and she took two deep breaths and said, ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll read it carefully.¡± ¡°The General Principles¡­¡± ¡°It records the feelings and experiences of the High Awakened during their evolution,¡± she said in discontent, ¡°but the abilities of witches are different from each other, which makes it very difficult for them to evolve by imitation and referencing, so this book is of course uncomparable to your Natural Science Theoretical Foundation!¡± ¡°Did I say something wrong?¡± The prince was quite confused. ¡°No, I¡¯m too arrogant,¡± Agatha was unhappier now. ¡°Well.¡± He seemed to figure out the reason, so he changed the topic quickly. ¡°You just said that the abilities of the witches are different from each other¡­ so there¡¯s no one sharing the same ability among thousands of witches in the Union?¡± ¡°No,¡± she replied bluntly, ¡°The Quest Society believes that the form of magic power decides the ability, but there are no witches sharing the same form of magic power.¡± ¡°But when you first saw Anna, you could instantly tell that it was the ability of fire control.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just an informal categorization, which is easy to understand. The abilities of generating light and heat can be categorized into fire control, but with the development of magic power, consolidation after growing up, or High Awakening, similar abilities will change greatly. Even at the initial stage of fire control, some witches are good at controlling the temperature, some generating greater fire, and some throwing the fire. Even if there¡¯re no obvious differences, it¡¯s because of the lack of careful observation,¡± Agatha said, ¡°The Quest Society¡¯s categorization method was much more formal and basically the same as yours.¡± ¡°Also three categories?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Four. The main difference is the summoning type¡ªthe Quest Society divided it into two categories, Magic Power and Shaping. You can understand the difference from the literal meanings.¡± ¡°The former means that the summoning of the ability costs magic power all the time, just like Anna¡¯s. When the magic power is gone, the summoning of the ability will stop. And Shaping can exist for a very long time, just like the Coating drawn by Soroya, right?¡± ¡°Although I don¡¯t know the exact ability of Soroya, it¡¯s pretty much like that¡­ That can stay for a long time can be taken as Shaping, such as my ability of freezing at a normal temperature.¡± ¡°Understood.¡± Roland recorded these contents as well. ¡°That¡¯s all for the test today.¡± Usually, if you receive no assignment from me, you can practice your ability as you wish, but I¡¯m thinking that someone might urgently need your help.¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°Kyle Sichi, the Chief Alchemist of Border Town.¡± Chapter 361 Chapter 361: Expansion Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C According to the records of Stall Literature, temperature control was the key in large-scale production of nitrifying glycerol because the excessive heat of exothermic reactions was extremely prone to cause the sensitive dynamites to explode. As long as the temperature of the large reaction vessel could be kept constant, the nitrating glycerin could be safely manufactured in batches. However, the ice-water mixture had limited performance in heat absorption, especially when a large amount of heat was released. Its cooling rate was slow while the consumption of itself was fast. Besides,it was very troublesome to produce ice cubes. In light of these, ice cubes were suitable for laboratory tests, but not for the mass production. As the Frozen Coffin of Agatha could easily produce low temperatures, such as nearly 100 below zero, it was undoubtedly a great way to cool down the container. Roland did not know whether the news was reliable or not, but it didn¡¯t stop him from trying one by one. Even in the event of an accident, Nana could always save her life. Back in his office, he wrote a reference letter and gave it to his guard, who brought Agatha to the chemical laboratory and sent the letter to Kyle Sichi. Besides introducing Agatha¡¯s abilities, he also made up an upper-class identity for her in the letter to mellow the alchemist so that he would take good care of the witch who might bring great help to the chemistry experiments. Roland was still worried after the guard left. He knew Keymor was straightforward while Agatha was arrogant and hoped they would not get into a big fight with each other. Scroll pushed the door open and walked into the room while he was pondering whether he should go to the lab to take a look. ¡°Your Highness, here are the results for the second batch educational examination.¡± She smiled with a curve at the corner of her eye and continued, ¡°This time, 762 students have passed the exam and half of them are adults.¡± ¡°So many?¡± Roland was pleased. Compared with the first group of more than 50 kids from Karl College, half of the adults graduated this time proved that night school training did work. At the same time, it verified the feasibility of a series of training programs formulated by the Ministry of Education based on different training schedules and durations. ¡°Yes, you¡¯ve been implementing universal education for almost six months now, and these students are generally under 25 years old, it¡¯s not too difficult for them to master the basic reading and writing skills.¡± It probably has something to do with the characters themselves. It would never be as fast if it was Chinese instead.¡± Roland thought to himself, although he always felt that these earthworm-like characters were awkward. During the initial implementation of universal education, he had no idea how far it would go. After all it was utterly new to the Kingdom of Graycastle. In accordance with the principle of encouragement and subsidy, he had been discussing with Scroll for a long time to formulate a set of educational programs for minors and night classes for the workers and make a series of incentives to tempt the workers to study. The result appeared to be really good as of now. Of course, all of these were attributed to the executor Scroll for she really did a good job in management. ¡°Thanks for your hard work.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°It¡¯s my pleasure to be at your service, Your Highness.¡± She bowed. As she was the eldest witch in the Union, it was hard for Roland to compare her with the young girls like Anna and Lightning. Scroll always gave him a feeling of remaining stable and well-organized. When discussing things, she would both silently listen to his thoughts and brutally point out his mistakes. Sometimes, he even felt like a junior in front of Scroll. Probably¡­ she was born to be a teacher. Roland smiled and shook his head, putting these thoughts aside. Anyway, the long-standing factories could finally be put into use with the new productive forces. ¡°Please invite over Barov,¡± he said with great excitement. ¡­ The City Hall Director rushed to the castle quickly. As his workload had been increasing since he started building the city, he seemed older now with balder head and more wrinkles on the forehead. But there was not any fatigue on his face, he seemed increasingly energetic instead. ¡°Your Highness, are you want to see me for the recruitment matter?¡± He probably had also received the news of the new group of graduates in town and took the initiative to ask. ¡°Exactly,¡± Roland nodded, ¡°since the Months of Demons this year came earlier, Timothy won¡¯t be able to disturb the Western Region. I¡¯d like to scale up the army of Border Town in order to deal with the war next year and increase the number of factory workers at the same time.¡± ¡°And, the City Hall as well.¡± Barov added. ¡°After the town is expanded into a city, your territory will be five to six times bigger. The City Hall will need more officers to manage such a vast land.¡± ¡°No worries,¡± the prince smiled and said, ¡°you¡¯re not forgotten.¡± He drew out a piece of paper and said while writing, ¡°For the new group of 700 graduates, the City Hall will provide 20% of the graduates¡¯ jobs, and the acid plant 40%. The rest will be recruited by the steam engine plant and the bicycle plant, with at least 100 allocated to the latter. You may set the salary based on the previous standards, but that for acid factory workers can be a little bit higher. Try to fill all the vacancies quickly.¡± As for the soap and perfume plant, the main tasks were completed by the witches, and the ordinary people will only need to repeat a few simple operations. The workers there don¡¯t need to be literate, so there is no need to recruit graduates for them. Roland believed that education could not only improve one¡¯s knowledge and vision, but also improve his sense of responsibility and sociality, which were exactly the significance of enlightenment. That was why advanced factories required large numbers of elementary educators, who knew their social attributes and the importance of cooperation, altruism and self-discipline better than the illiterate. This was critical to the fine work featuring many complex procedures. ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Barov replied. ¡°How many people does the army need?¡± ¡°At least 1,000. Start recruiting from the newly promoted civilians and the refugees from the Eastern Region.¡± Roland commanded. ¡°As in the past, the City Hall issues the notices and the First Army is responsible for the reviewing and hiring.¡± ¡°1,000¡­ headcounts?¡± Barov startled and said, ¡°This is equivalent to the amount of the current headcount of the first army, Your Highness. If they¡¯re equipped with the resources and weapons in accordance with the specifications of the First Army, the cost won¡¯t be low. ¡± ¡°I have taken these into consideration. Just do it.¡± Knowing the danger of the demon¡¯s invasion, he naturally could not be planning as slow as before. Besides ruling the entire Western Region, the first task in the spring of the coming year was to completely defeat Timothy. As long as he wiped out the regime against him, the new town of the Western Region would become the veritable King¡¯s City even if the other areas were not seized. By then, both the expansion of population and the promotion of trade would be allowed, rather than be limited as it was currently. However, the prince did not think Barov had to know the plan since all the latter needed to do was to arrange financial and material distribution. After the City Hall Director left, the guards brought a new message. Margaret¡¯s caravan had arrived. Chapter 362 Chapter 362: Predicament Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C At the pier, more than 10 sailships were lined up in a column, with the top of their masts and their interlacing hemp ropes covered in snow, such that they looked like threads of clear silver. Refugees filed out of the cabins and rushed towards the large open space in front of the pier. This was not the first time Border Town welcomed refugees from the Kingdom of Graycastle, and therefore the entire procedure seemed very orderly. Four lines of iron fence separated the crowd into two columns, which helped to control the crowd movement and prevented a stampede. On both sides of the fences, there were policemen carrying batons on patrol. Anyone who pushed his way through or attempted to climb the fence would be beaten. Although there was punishment, there was also reward¡ªin order to comfort them after an arduous journey, the refugees would each receive a hot bowl of gruel when they passed through the railed passageway. In any case, filling up their stomachs before all else could effectively abate the refugees¡¯ fear and discomfort of being in a foreign land. This time, aside from the policemen, First Army soldiers, and City Hall officials, Nightingale and Sylvie also took part in the inspection to locate the drug users who were planted in the crowd by Timothy. Under the surveillance of the Eye of Magic, pills and snow powder had nowhere to be hidden. ¡°Thank you for all that you¡¯ve done for Western Region.¡± Roland looked away from the crowd and said to Margaret beside him. ¡°If it wasn¡¯t for your fleet, these people would¡¯ve to spend the winter in the slums of other cities.¡± ¡°It was rare for Your Highness to ask me for help in such an urgent tone of voice, and naturally I had to do my best.¡± She laughed. ¡°However, many sailors were unwilling to set sail in the heavy snow, and hence I was only able to pool together these 13 sailships.¡± ¡°It¡¯s better than not even one.¡± Roland puffed out a white breath. After he learned that there were still large numbers of refugees held up in Silver City, Redwater City and Willow Town, he sent a letter of help to Margeret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce, hoping that it could deploy a fleet of sailships to help him transport the refugees. Although 13 was a smaller number than he expected, all of the refugees could be transported by making the sailships take two extra trips. Assuming that each sailship could accommodate 100 people, and each trip to and fro required an estimated two weeks, the 3,000 stranded refugees would take roughly a month and a half to be transported. Because the gold royals brought along by a small platoon of the First Army were insufficient to last for this entire duration, therefore, on the last return journey, the sailships had to transport food and winter clothing as well. Roland did not wish to see the refugees carry their hopes of a better life on board the ships yet eventually fail to reach the destination. Thanks to Lightning, Margaret calculated the transportation costs to be two times the normal daily rate. Any other merchant would have considered this to be a foolish transaction, as the transportation costs alone exceeded the value of the goods. On average, it cost one gold royal per two people, which, according to the current market price, would be enough to purchase several strong and high-quality slaves. Margaret had initially expressed her doubts to Roland, but he was insistent on bringing these people over to the Western Region. From the moment the refugees stepped on board the ships together with the emissary delegation, they were considered subjects of the Western Region, and it was in line with his duty to provide them with asylum. Furthermore, in Roland¡¯s eyes, the value of these refugees was far greater than that of slaves. After receiving education and training, and eventually given employment, the wealth they would create through their jobs would be immeasurable. ¡­ Returning back to the reception room of the castle, Roland ordered the kitchen to prepare a hot pottage for Margaret. ¡°Drink this, it¡¯ll make your limbs feel much warmer.¡± ¡°Thank you for your kindness.¡± The businesswoman scooped up a spoonful of the soup and sniffed. ¡°There seems to be White Liquor in it.¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± He laughed, ¡°In addition, there¡¯s also pepper and honey, and the base is chicken soup. Spirit is always an excellent drink to dispel the cold, and when heated with chicken soup, it becomes even more delicious. The other seasonings are added to cover the pungent taste, as well as add flavor and a little spice to the soup, such that even a person who rarely drinks alcohol will find it palatable. Margaret slowly drank the pottage and finished it with a loud burp. ¡°That¡¯s great. Every time I¡¯m on the way to your place, I¡¯m filled with anticipation, never knowing what novelty is in store. It¡¯s a pity that next year I¡¯ll probably be unable to visit you.¡± ¡°Are you referring to a trading opportunity?¡± Roland subtly caught the meaning in her words. The businesswoman nodded, ¡°Timothy has decreed a ban on saltpeter trade, and therefore, sales are prohibited not only to King¡¯s City, but also Silver City and Redwater City. Aside from supplying at a low price to the Alchemist Workshop, the only other customers are the nobility in the city. Roland frowned. ¡°Furthermore, according to a piece of news that I heard from a City Hall source, Timothy is planning to blockade the Western Region. It won¡¯t be just saltpeter, but also merchants, which will be stopped at the frontier of Redwater City. When the time comes, not only Border Town, but also Longsong Stronghold and Willow Town will be affected. Although many nobles have expressed opposition, it¡¯s unlikely that Timothy will revoke his order.¡± She shook her head in resignation, ¡°From next year onwards, I¡¯ll not only be unable to ship saltpeter and ingots over here, but even the steam engine trade will probably be suspended.¡± ¡°I must have pushed him too far, or he wouldn¡¯t have issued a decree that¡¯s so damaging to the royalty.¡± Roland silently thought. ¡°Before completing the centralization of authority, hasty interference in the trading activities of other territories is always likely to evoke the resistance and defiance of the lords and nobles. Even if Timothy sends his own troops to blockade the land and river routes, the troops would easily be eliminated by assassins covertly sent by the local lords¡ªjust let him try to enforce this policy for a year and a half.¡± However, trade was the lifeblood of Border Town. Let alone a year¡­ even half a year of blockade was a huge no-no. Saltpeter was a material used in large-scale acid production, and before the problem of synthetic ammonia was solved, it remained an irreplaceable component. If supply was cut off, the 152 mm artillery would become useless, and the reloading of the new repeating rifles would also be massively delayed. However, compared to weapons, the prohibition of the steam engine trade was even more destructive. At present, the amount of gold royals stored in the City Hall¡¯s vaults was not much. A portion of revenue was used in infrastructure projects and increasing the number of jobs, while another portion was distributed as pay to the townspeople and recollected through the sale of food, convenience goods and housing. This economic model necessitated a continuous injection of gold royals into the market, which had to be at least equal in amount to the wealth created by the subjects. At present, Border Town remained in a state of primitive accumulation and also did not issue credit. If the revenue from the steam engine trade was lost, finances might dry up to the point that pay cannot be issued to the people, and a full economic meltdown would follow. In any case, the interruption of funds was absolutely unacceptable. ¡°This situation won¡¯t last long.¡± Roland spread his arms, ¡°I believe that you¡¯ll soon be able to visit our town again¡­ no, when that time comes, you¡¯ll see a brand new city.¡± Margaret was slightly surprised, ¡°Are you planning to build a city here?¡± ¡°Indeed, after the Months of the Demons.¡± He smiled. ¡°Also, I plan to set up a trade shipping route that connects directly to the fjords. Instead of passing through Seawindshire or Port of Clearwater, it¡¯ll set out directly from the Western Region towards the Fjord Islands. Will you be interested to participate in this?¡± Chapter 363 Chapter 363: New Trading Route Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡°Setting out from the¡­ Western Region?¡± Margaret asked curiously. ¡°I didn¡¯t know that there¡¯s a good harbor that leads to the sea here.¡± ¡°There isn¡¯t yet, but we can build one.¡± Her eyes widened, ¡°Your Highness, are you serious?¡± ¡°Of course. By next spring, we should be able to begin the construction.¡± Roland smiled and said. In this era, harbors were, without exception, natural. Construction projects which required transforming the natural landscape, such as man-made harbors, were practically impossible. However, now that he had obtained Tilly¡¯s full support, he simply had to wait until the housing construction in Sleeping Island was completed, after which Lotus would come back to the Western Region, and furthermore, the crisis caused by the demonic beasts should have subsided by then. It would then be a suitable time to start work on the harbor. He stood up and pointed to a map that was hung behind him. ¡°In the south of Border Town, there¡¯s a shore where the depth of water is ideal and the surface area is highly suitable, sufficient to accommodate all of the facilities required by the harbor. By making only a few modifications, and also flattening the ridges along the coast, I¡¯ll be able to transport goods from the inland of Western Region to the harbor.¡± ¡°Modifying the shore¡­ and flattening the ridges? Why is it that when you speak of these astonishing plans, I seem to get the impression that they are not difficult at all?¡± Margaret said with interest. ¡°However, do you have a merchant fleet? You should know that sea ships and inland river ships are very different.¡± ¡°At the moment, no.¡± Roland spread his hands. ¡°This is also one of the reasons why I hope that you¡¯ll participate.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll provide the ships?¡± ¡°And also be responsible for shipping and selling,¡± he added, ¡°while Western Region will only provide the goods.¡± This was equivalent to possessing the exclusive dealership in the fjord region, and with her experience, Margaret could smell the potential profits. If he created his own merchant fleet and sold goods to the Fjords himself, the profits would be higher, but Roland did not want to expend too much energy and manpower in this area. He simply wanted to obtain some funds as soon as possible, in order to maintain the rapid development of his territory. After the primitive accumulation was completed, it would only be a matter of time before he introduced credit. As expected, the businesswoman blinked her eyes and excitedly asked, ¡°You¡¯re entrusting it all to me?¡± ¡°If the price is reasonable.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°If you¡¯re willing to take care of Western Region¡¯s overseas trade, we can discuss the details right now. The selling area is limited to the Fjords, and the selling price must not be lower than the price at which we¡¯re currently selling to the Crescent-Moon-Bay Caravan.¡± ¡°That¡¯s for sure. The steam-powered boat, which doesn¡¯t rely on wind power to sail continuously, has alone made it worth it for maritime trading teams to compete for and buy goods at high prices.¡± She said in a highly assured voice, ¡°If selling directly to the Fjord Islands, I¡¯m confident of doubling the price.¡± ¡°We can share the excess profits together.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°And, aside from the steam engine, there¡¯s also another major product.¡± He clapped his hands, and a guard who was waiting outside the hall immediately walked in with a plate in hand. On top of the plate was four or five gleaming crystal bottles, and each of them was only about the size of a thumb. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°Open it and smell.¡± Feeling curious, Margaret pulled the cork from the top of the bottle and sniffed. Her eyes immediately lit up. ¡°My gosh, you actually created perfume!¡± ¡°I wonder, how is it compared with the perfume created by the Alchemist Workshop in King¡¯s City?¡± ¡°The fragrance seems to be stronger.¡± She raised up and scrutinized the bottle, seeming very fond of it. ¡°Was this manufactured by the Alchemist Workshop in Border Town?¡± ¡°More or less.¡± Roland also took a bottle and placed it in his palm. In accordance with his demands, the perfume bottles were made by firing crystals of excellent transparency, and each of them had the same hexagonal prism shape. By spinning the bottle gently under light, the perfume inside the bottle would change into various shades of color, and looked extremely aesthetically pleasing. If the sales concept of later generations was anything to go by, exquisite packaging could greatly increase the quality of the product itself. As the perfume served as the hit product to open up the Fjords¡¯ market, he naturally took great care with every aspect. Compared to the steam engine, the perfume could be described as real low-cost goods. When Evelyn realized that ¡°the spiciest White Liquor¡± was also a type of liquor, she started to continually produce liquors with very high concentrations and even skipped the final step of distillation. As for roses and other flowers with unique smells, they were made into various oil products by Leaf. By mashing only two or three stalks of flowers, it produced sufficient fragrance to fill a bottle of liquor. ¡°If you like, I¡¯ll give these few bottles to you.¡± He placed the perfume back on the plate. ¡°Really?¡± Margaret smiled, ¡°Then I shall not be courteous.¡± ¡°I heard that this thing can be sold in the Fjords at a high price?¡± ¡°You should know, the Alchemist Workshop in King¡¯s City sells only a very limited stock of perfumes every year. The thousand or so bottles don¡¯t come anywhere close to fulfilling the demand. In fact, of the perfumes sold in other regions, a large portion is bought by maritime merchants and resold in the Fjords.¡± Margaret paused after she said this. ¡°I wonder, how many bottles of perfume can your Alchemist Workshop produce a year?¡± ¡°If there¡¯s sufficient material, it should be approximately ten times the amount produced by the Alchemist Workshop in King¡¯s City.¡± Roland deliberately downplayed the actual figure. He did not want to sell this highly profitable good as if it was cabbage, or earn only four or five thousand gold pieces a year. Along with the steam engine, the perfume served as his hit product, and Roland hoped that it would be able to bring back a similar profit. ¡°¡­¡± The businesswoman remained silent for a long while before she heaved, ¡°Your territory is truly full of the unexpected.¡± ¡°So, does that mean you¡¯re willing to manage the sales of these goods?¡± ¡°Of course, Your Highness.¡± She stood up and bowed to Roland. ¡°I find this to be a rare opportunity.¡± ¡­ After a general agreement was reached, the specific details and contractual terms were handed over to Barov to negotiate. Roland returned to his office and prepared to write a letter to Theo, who was hiding in King¡¯s City. Whether to initiate an attack and overthrow Timothy, or to open up a new trading route, a fine balancing act was required. Roland did not want to put all his eggs in one basket. He hoped that even if the attack failed, he could continue to obtain saltpeter. And the way to do this was self-production. In the letter, aside from mentioning his intention to attack, he made a point to encourage Theo to contact the nitre plants in the surrounding areas of King¡¯s City and purchase a batch of nitre workers to send to Western Region. This year, life was certainly not rosy for saltpeter merchants. Apart from prohibiting exports, Timothy also forced the merchants to sell at a low price to Alchemist Workshop. As a result, the profits of saltpeter fields naturally sank. Roland believed that as long as the pay was good enough, it would not be a problem to obtain entire factories¡¯ worth of workers. The principle of saltpeter production was not complicated. At present, the population of Border Town was continually increasing, and could already satisfy the large amount of faeces required by the saltpeter fields. All of the conditions for self-production were fully met. Before defeating Timothy, this was undoubtedly one of the most stable guarantees. Chapter 364 Chapter 364: Double Image Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡­ The snow outside was becoming heavier again. Snowflakes that were the size of a fingernail fell from the sky and covered Border Town. Gray elves danced in the wind and descended towards the land together, where they blended in with the white roofs and tree branches. In all probability, witnessing such a scene made one feel nothing but cold. Yet, the more it was so, the warmer Tilly felt. She leant back on her deckchair, with half of her body covered by a soft woolen blanket, and her legs extended towards a fire barrel. This convenient device for warming oneself was invented by Roland. A charcoal brazier was placed inside a square barrel, which was arranged in line with a chair separated by a horizontal wooden plank. It was different to a blazing bonfire, which could cause burns if one got too close, yet did not provide much heat if one was far away. By placing one¡¯s feet on the wooden plank, one could safely enjoy the warmth of the charcoal fire from a close distance. And by additionally tucking into a blanket, one¡¯s entire body would feel warm. The swirling snow outside the window accentuated the cosiness of indoors, and the sense of bliss created by this contrast was deeply memorable. She had to say that the treatment that the witches received in Border Town was completely different from one year ago. Understandably, the witches did not wish to leave as even she herself was immensely enjoying the stay. Apart from her, Anna and Agatha were also staying in the room. This was originally Anna¡¯s bedroom, and whenever there was a rare downtime, Tilly would bring her books to the room and seek advice from Anna for things she did not understand. At first, there were only the two of them, but now, there was also an ancient witch who had awakened from the ruins. Anna simply moved the fire barrel from beside the table to an empty space in the room and asked Roland to install two more deckchairs. The three of them sat around the fire barrel with their legs resting on each other, and together they learned eye-opening and arcane knowledge. Of course, most of the time, Tilly and Agatha asked questions while Anna answered. ¡°It¡¯s hard to believe that a book like this could be written by a mortal.¡± Agatha closed the cover of Natural Science Theoretical Foundation, and inhaled deeply. ¡°The more I read, the more I realize that the world is the way it is. Amidst the mass chaos there are hidden rules, and everything operates according to the same rules. If he was born in Taquila, the Union would certainly accept him as a member, and there¡¯s a chance that he¡¯ll possess the same status as a Senior Witch.¡± At first, she asked many questions regarding the book¡¯s contents, but through Anna¡¯s detailed explanations, Agatha¡¯s attitude towards Roland changed significantly. However, Tilly believed that this change was only directed towards Roland, while together, they continued to see other mortals as extremely dull and stupid. As she thought of this, Tilly sighed uncontrollably. Only she knew that all of this knowledge did not originate from Roland Wimbledon but another person who suddenly appeared in his mind. Through these few days of contact, as well as Sylvie¡¯s supporting evidence, Tilly was able to confirm this explanation. However, it would be impossible for them to prove he was still Roland Wimbledon. What was even more suspicious was that he did not know where this portion of memory came from or who it belonged to. It was hard to believe that memory could be completely separated from his life, or at least, she herself was unable to do so. As long as he recalled in his mind the knowledge of the court mentor and professor, the relevant segments of memory would flash in front of his eyes. ¡°Where exactly did he acquire all of this knowledge from?¡± Agatha sighed and said, ¡°I had thought that the mortals¡¯ research has been extensive, but after these few days of observation, it seems that there¡¯s not much difference from 400 years ago¡ªand perhaps even a little behind.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know either.¡± Tilly shrugged. ¡°In any case, the knowledge couldn¡¯t have been acquired in the palace.¡± ¡°How was he like in the past?¡± This question made Anna raise her head. ¡°In the past¡­¡± Tilly hesitated for a moment. ¡°He was arrogant, cowardly, bigoted, ignorant, unskilled and terrible¡­ His only merit was probably that he didn¡¯t make use of his status as a prince to commit any atrocious act.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ so, he was equal to other mortals?¡± ¡°No. Even among mortals, he was considered a terrible fella.¡± She said, grumbling, ¡°Though he improved after coming here, it¡¯s still never clear what he¡¯s thinking¡­ He would always hold back his words and yet wanted people to trust him. How is that possible?¡± The room suddenly quietened. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Tilly sensed something odd in the other two¡¯s eyes. ¡°No¡­ Nothing.¡± Anna smiled with her mouth closed. ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve heard you speak about this.¡± ¡°Damn, she only now realized that she had spoken too much. This kind of complaint shouldn¡¯t be coming from an ally. It was probably because in recent days she had been too relaxed.¡± She tried to explain. ¡°What I mean is¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s OK, His Highness wouldn¡¯t care.¡± Anna shook her head and laughed. ¡°He probably has his own reasons.¡± ¡°Roland¡­¡± Tilly hesitated briefly and asked, ¡°didn¡¯t mention these to you before?¡± ¡°No,¡± Anna said casually, ¡°I haven¡¯t asked him either. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Tilly sighed in mind. The first time that Anna met the prince, he was already a changed person, and hence it was meaningless to consider this question. ¡°From what you said, he was a totally different person in the past?¡± Agatha asked with interest. ¡°There used to be a saying in the Quest Society that the more uncommon a person is, the more distinct quirks he has. Perhaps this kind of change is a normal occurrence. While in the palace, did Roland howl at the moon, or spend a long time staring and gesturing at the wall?¡± ¡°What kind of quirks are these?¡± Tilly could not help but shake her head. ¡°Apart from being a little eccentric in the way he did things, he was no different from ordinary people. However¡­ I heard people mention that once during a court lesson, he publicly exclaimed that he would marry a witch, and probably because of these words, Gerald and Timothy constantly picked on him in the name of purifying the Devil¡¯s minions, while his own father was also unhappy with the behavior. After that, his personality became more and more stubborn and unruly.¡± ¡°He was discriminated against because he wanted to marry a witch?¡± Agatha curled her lips. ¡°This was a noble goal in Taquila. Of course, the number of people who were successful to do this was very small, because most witches were unwilling to spend their lives with only one man.¡± ¡°But we¡¯re different from 400 years ago. If he married a witch, it would mean that he wouldn¡¯t have children to succeed him. How could his father feel good about such an idea?¡± Tilly sighed, ¡°It has already been more than 10 years. He has most probably already forgotten those silly words.¡± ¡°Is it?¡± Anna spoke suddenly, ¡°But now he¡¯s still willing to marry a witch.¡± ¡°Oh, he still remembers? Wait¡­¡± Tilly¡¯s eyes widened uncontrollably. ¡°You said now?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Anna laughed gently, ¡°His Highness said so himself.¡± Tilly suddenly froze. Chapter 365 Chapter 365: The Journey to the West Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Petrov yawned, sat up in his bed, and immediately felt a chill run through his upper body. He would stay in his bed forever if he could, where it was warm and had Shirley¡¯s company. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to sleep a little more?¡± The woman beside him turned over and mumbled groggily, ¡°It¡¯s still early, isn¡¯t it?¡± He bent over and kissed her forehead¡ªShirley had brown hair that fell in soft ringlets, skin as smooth as a baby¡¯s, and a pair of lovely round eyes. When he first met her at the Longsong Theatre, it took no more than a glance for him to be completely drawn by her eyes. ¡°I think it¡¯s almost noon, so I should head downstairs to see if there is any official business to attend to.¡± Petrov whispered. ¡°Go back to bed if you don¡¯t want to get up, and I¡¯ll have attendants bring lunch to you a while later.¡± ¡°But I want you to stay here with me.¡± Shirley wrapped her arm around his waist. ¡°It¡¯s snowing outside anyways, so what official business could there be?¡± She wasn¡¯t wrong. Ever since the Months of Demons arrived, the entire city immediately fell silent. Theater performances became weekly, all the merchants left the markets, and even the taverns shut their doors. If someone had walked on the streets during the day, he might have even thought this was a ghost town. So¡­ should he sleep for a little longer? After pursuing Shirley for nearly a year, Petrov¡¯s dream finally came true, and he felt a little reluctant to leave. Yesterday¡¯s entire night of joy really wore him out, and now that he had regained his strength, perhaps there could be a second round of joy with Shirley after lunch. Right at this moment, a knocking came from outside the bedroom. ¡°Sir Petrov, there is a blue-envelope letter.¡± He was shocked and immediately rolled out of bed, picked up the robe that was carelessly tossed on the ground, and draped it on. ¡°I¡¯ll be there in a second.¡± ¡°Sir?¡± Shirley murmured. ¡°Give me a minute.¡± Petrov said as he tied his belt hurriedly and left the bedroom. After a while, he returned to the bedroom and crawled into the quilt holding a letter encased in a blue envelope. ¡°What¡¯s this? Who wrote this to you?¡± At this point, the woman was basically wide awake. She yawned and sat up to lean against Petrov. ¡°It¡¯s from Border Town.¡± Petrov replied. ¡°It must be a letter written by His Highness.¡± He opened the envelope and took out the letter, and as he quickly scanned its contents, he couldn¡¯t help but frown. ¡°His Highness orders me to pay a visit to Border Town.¡± ¡°Right now?¡± Shirley exclaimed. ¡°Even in this weather?¡± ¡°Yes, it must be about something urgent.¡± Petrov sighed, ¡°I¡¯ll pack later and leave in the afternoon. You should go home for now, and I¡¯ll visit you as soon as I get back.¡± He couldn¡¯t help but think of the time a year ago when he sailed through a blizzard to Border Town, bearing the warning from Longsong Stronghold for Duke Ryan. Yet now, he was summoned back to that god-awful place because of a letter from the town Lord in a cruel twist of fate. ¡°Can¡¯t you just pretend you didn¡¯t receive it?¡± She said, annoyed. ¡°Even though he conquered the Longsong Stronghold, you¡¯re the actual ruler here. Even if it were the King¡¯s order, you didn¡¯t have to immediately carry it out, right?¡± If it were from the Duke, it would have been possible. However, Petrov knew Prince Roland¡¯s impatience full well. He could only lovingly stroke her head. ¡°That¡¯s not the same. The King might not pay attention to the Western Region, but His Highness Roland can¡­ He isn¡¯t only the Lord of Border Town, but the ruler of the entire Western Region.¡± ¡­ During the Months of Demons, there truly wasn¡¯t much official business to attend to in Longsong Stronghold. After delegating a few tasks to his underlings and placing the town under his father Earl Hull¡¯s charge, Petrov left the castle. Different from last time when he was only accompanied by one assistant, this time he sailed on the Duke¡¯s private ship¡ªthe Lionheart, with more than ten attendants and apprentices, as well as two family knights. It was quite a spectacular scene. Just as they were passing through the outer city and heading towards the Stronghold harbor, sounds of an uproar coming from the street corner caught Petrov¡¯s attention. He saw ten or so men in a circle watching something. Judging from their dress, they were all civilians. They were probably attracted from their homes nearby by the noise. A few cries of ¡°demon¡± also occasionally erupted from the circle. ¡°Hang her!¡± Someone screamed sharply. Petrov felt a twinge of sympathy and told one of his knights, ¡°Go check it out. If it¡¯s a regular brawl, tell them to get back into their houses.¡± ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± The knight pushed through the people and walked into the middle of the crowd. As he pulled out his swords, the crowd quickly dissipated. He brought back a woman and two children, one of which still had a rope tied around her neck. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°Sir!¡± The woman knelt next to Petrov¡¯s feet. ¡°Kill her immediately! She has fallen to temptation and become a witch!¡± This word shocked Petrov. ¡°Witch?¡± He cast his sight onto the other two people. The slightly taller boy immediately stood in front of the girl and looked as if he was ready to attack. His face was badly bruised, revealing that he had been beaten brutally. ¡°She isn¡¯t the demon¡¯s minion! I saw in plays that there were both good and bad witches. Why do you punish her?¡± ¡°Are you certain she¡¯s a witch?¡± Petrov ignored the boy and continued asking the woman. ¡°Yes, Sir. Don¡¯t be fooled by the plays. If the Church were still here, it would have never allowed them to spread such lies on stage. This thing here is also a little demon, and I was punishing her on behalf of the Church. Sir, hang her right now so that the influence of Hell won¡¯t spread in Longsong!¡± ¡°Get to the point!¡± Petrov snapped. After the woman had jabbered on for quite some time, Petrov finally understood the whole story. After the church was burned down by Timothy, this woman and some other believers continued preaching of their own accord in the outer city, and at the same time waited for the Holy City of Hermes to send a new priest to rebuild the Western Region¡¯s church. This chaos happened out of pure coincidence. Just as the girl was using her abilities to help her neighbors clear out the snow on their roofs, the woman ran into her, which led to the debacle at hand. While she was talking, the woman kept complaining about the absurdity of primary education and the demoralization of theater performances, which led to the onlookers only dared to hold onto the boy but not help her kill the damned demon. If it were in the old days, her corpse would have already been hung on a beam¡­ These hateful words made Petrov¡¯s face twitch. ¡°Take her back and interrogate her thoroughly.¡± He spoke to his knight. ¡°You¡¯ll stay in the Stronghold this time. When I come back, I expect all the disciples similar to her to be in prison.¡± ¡°What¡­ no! Sir, how could you¡­¡± The woman had not even finished protesting before she was silenced by a few slaps across the face from the knight. ¡°Are you really a witch?¡± Petrov asked the terrified little girl. ¡°Show me your abilities.¡± The girl could only kneel weakly on the ground and gave no response. Petrov shook his head, raised his voice, and repeated, ¡°If you can prove that you are really a witch, I¡¯ll let you go.¡± After a long time, the girl stuck her trembling hands in the snow. Soon, a layer of snow that was nearly an inch thick melted into flowing icy water. ¡°So I see.¡± Petrov nodded. ¡°Come with me.¡± ¡°Come?¡± The girl raised her head. ¡°Where to go?¡± ¡°A place fit for witches to live.¡± He motioned for his servant to pick up the girl and continued walking to the harbor. ¡°Put her down, you liar! You promised to let her go! ¡± The boy wanted to rush towards her, but he was blocked by the other attendants, and his voice faded slowly into the distance. Chapter 366 Chapter 366: Paper Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C After the snowfall during the Months of the Demons, the Redwater River became the only path in the entire Western Region that could still be traveled. Compared to the small sailboat Petrov used before, the Lionheart was much more spacious. It had room for a simple kitchen, so that even during travels, the passengers could eat piping hot food. His bedroom naturally was the single bedroom at the stern that the Duke used to live in, which was essentially the poop of the boat. It had windows that allowed Petrov to see the currents and floating ice running under his feet. ¡°Sir, the egg soup you demanded.¡± The knight carried a clay jar and a ceramic bowl into his room. ¡°Thanks for the trouble.¡± Roland nodded and said. ¡°You should sit down and have a bowl to warm yourself up.¡± After His Highness drafted all the knights of the other four noble families to Border Town, the first thing those nobilities did was to send the knights¡¯ families over as well. All the empty lands left behind were used for soliciting new knights, or directly taken up by the nobilities themselves. Only the Honeysuckle Family didn¡¯t suffer too many losses in this war, and they actually expanded swiftly after they were placed in charge of Longsong Stronghold. Now, they were high above the other four families and still owned a relatively complete platoon of knights. Sise, the knight next to him, was a member of this platoon. Although he was not as well-known as Morning Light, he was still one of the more outstanding young knights. ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± He smiled, opened the lid of the jar, and poured a bowl of soup for Petrov. ¡°But¡­ Sir, do you really think this is alright?¡± ¡°Are you talking about the witch?¡± ¡°Yes. Even though the church was burned down, it¡¯s pretty easy to rebuild it, and the church will surely return to the Western Region someday. If you place all the blame on Prince Roland, there won¡¯t be anything they can do. However, you rescued a witch in public and arrested the believers of the church¡­¡± The knight hesitated and continued, ¡°That¡¯s an outright opposition to them.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s easy to rebuild it, then why is that place still a pile of rubbles?¡± Petrov blew on his fragrant egg soup. ¡°The church won¡¯t ever come back to the Western Region again.¡± Sise blinked confusedly and didn¡¯t seem convinced. After the egg soup had slightly cooled, Petrov took a little sip and puffed a cloud of smoke in satisfaction. ¡°As an escrow, my most important duty is to figure out the true intentions of my superior. The real purpose of His Highness¡¯ efforts to normalize education in the Stronghold, utilize the newly trained Border Town soldiers, and act out plays with obvious messages was to weaken the church¡¯s influence. Since I¡¯m the caretaker of the Stronghold under His Highness, I have to follow his intentions in governing this area. If I can¡¯t even figure this out, he¡¯ll probably replace me with someone else.¡± Petrov shrugged. ¡°Preventing the church from being rebuilt is as easy as lifting a hand¡ªthe stonemasons and carpenters should have all gotten their warnings. Even if the believers want to rebuild the church on their own, the Rats won¡¯t let these artisans work for them.¡± ¡°But the church¡­¡± ¡°Since His Highness did it, he¡¯s not afraid of the church¡¯s retribution, which is to say that he¡¯s confident that he can fend off the church. If they can still set foot in the Western Region, it¡¯ll mean the prince has failed. If he fails, I won¡¯t be able to sit on the Stronghold throne anymore. I think you can understand this.¡± ¡°Do you think Prince Roland can defeat the church¡¯s army?¡± Sise asked. ¡°Who knows?¡± Petrov shook his head, smiling. ¡°A year ago, no one thought that he could fend off Duke Ryan¡¯s knights.¡± He stood and lifted up the jar. ¡°I¡¯ll go check on the little girl, who may be hungry.¡± ¡­ The girl¡¯s name was Paper. There was no doubt that only an orphan could have such a meaningless name. Ever since she boarded the boat, she stayed silently in the cabin under the deck. Even when her hands were frozen and red, and her body was trembling in the cold, she didn¡¯t make a sound. For safety reasons, Petrov still placed a God¡¯s Locket of Retribution onto her. Although His Highness kept claiming that witches were just like normal people, he still didn¡¯t fully believe that someone with such extraordinary powers could be like a normal person¡ªeven the slightest wrong move could end up in being hurt. ¡°Why aren¡¯t you lying in the blanket?¡± Petrov pointed at the hammock hanging in the cabin. Cabin space was limited, so sailors usually slept in suspended hammocks, and used coarse linen blankets. Although it wasn¡¯t the most comfortable thing, it was still warm. ¡°I¡¯ll get it dirty,¡± she whispered. ¡°Sailors can¡¯t be any cleaner than you.¡± He found a relatively dry spot and sat down. ¡°This journey takes three days. Are you just going to sit like this the entire time? I¡¯m worried that you¡¯ll starve to death before we even reach Border Town.¡± ¡°Border Town?¡± Paper stared in confusion. ¡°Didn¡¯t I tell you? You¡¯re going to a place fit for witches to live in.¡± Petrov opened the jar. ¡°Drink some hot soup and go lie on the hammock.¡± This time, the girl did not refuse. It was obvious that she was starved as she began drinking directly from the jar without the fear of burning her tongue. Petrov shook his head. She was as skinny as a monkey, her hair was matted with dirt, and there were holes all over her clothes, which she probably found somewhere. At a glance, she seemed no different from all the other orphans in the Stronghold. ¡°Who¡¯s he, the boy protecting you?¡± He asked, ¡°Your orphan friend?¡± ¡°Snaketooth. He¡­ often brought us¡­ food to eat,¡± Paper swallowed the soup, stuck out her tongue, and mumbled. ¡°If I go with you, you won¡¯t¡­ arrest him, right? He¡¯s not¡­ a witch.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Petrov said expressionlessly. ¡°He isn¡¯t important.¡± The phrase ¡°often brought us food to eat¡± slightly surprised him. There were few people like that boy in the slums. Usually, a lack of food pushed people to steal from each other¡ªpeople who were already struggling to survive rarely had the energy to worry about others. And the name Snaketooth¡­ sounded a bit like a Rat. At that thought, he couldn¡¯t help but ask, ¡°You said ¡®us¡¯ ¨C were there other witches besides you?¡± ¡°No.¡± Paper shook her head. ¡°All of the others were just orphans.¡± This relieved Petrov a little. ¡°So what was that old bat talking about when she said you were using your abilities to clear snow? This¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve heard about a witch who used her abilities in public.¡± ¡°It was Snaketooth¡¯s idea. He said that I could help the residents clear the snow on their roofs in exchange for food, so no one would go hungry. The theater puts on stories about witches all the time, so no one is afraid of witches now. As long as I¡¯m willing to do it, he can negotiate with the adults.¡± ¡°It is that so.¡± Petrov thought, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. ¡°This kid is quite interesting. He knew how to make the most of his resources, but he underestimated the church¡¯s influence.¡± Then, he asked, ¡°So, did you get food in exchange?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Paper bowed her head. ¡°I cleaned three roofs. One family chased me away, while the other two gave me half a loaf of bread and a pancake. However, when I got to the fourth¡­¡± She met that hateful old woman. Petrov patted her head. ¡°Get some rest when you¡¯re done drinking. I¡¯ll send someone to get you when it¡¯s dinnertime.¡± Three days later, the Lionheart arrived in the harbor of Border Town. Chapter 367 Chapter 367: The First Step to Building the City Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Petrov stepped out of his cabin and was surprised that he was not greeted with the smell of rotting wood. There was a newly built bridge next to the boat, and the harbor had doubled in size and thudded instead of creaking when stepped on¡ªhe could tell that the planks had been laid sturdily and that the material was of great quality. After leaving the harbor, a few uniformed guards immediately walked over. The leader of the group gave the family crest hanging on the Lionheart¡¯s flagpole an once-over and asked, ¡°Are you¡­ Sir Hull of the Honeysuckle Family?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Petrov nodded, feeling quite important. ¡°I am Petrov Hull, and I came here at His Highness¡¯ invitation.¡± ¡°Lord Iron Axe has already told us about you. Please come with me.¡± The guard waved his hand. ¡°We¡¯re walking?¡± Petrov was shocked. ¡°Yes. All the stables have been demolished,¡± the guard smiled apologetically and said. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The town roads are in great condition.¡± Petrov soon understood what the guard meant by ¡°great condition¡±. The road was smooth and wide, and all the snow had been cleared so that there were barely even any puddles. It seemed to be paved with many little black stones that had tiny spaces between them and glistened with moisture. Furthermore, what surprised Petrov the most was that this wasn¡¯t the only road like this. There was an intersection every hundred steps. The roads were so straight and symmetrical that they seemed to be drawn on paper. During the half-hour walk, he didn¡¯t see a single bit of mud. Petrov was stunned to find that this town looked completely different from the one in his memories. ¡°Sir, is this really¡­ Border Town?¡± Sise stared at the scenery around him. ¡°Wasn¡¯t it only a temporary living area for miners?¡± ¡°It used to be that way,¡± the guard said, smiling, ¡°but ever since His Highness arrived, everything has been changing. Take these roads for example, they were all built six months ago. Back then, there were thousands of people working together every day, so we could practically build a new one every month.¡± Petrov noticed a strong tone of pride peeking through the guard¡¯s voice, as if he felt proud to be a member of the town. But¡­ this was so unbelievable! Neat rows of trees bordered every road, which he imagined to form a beautiful canopy of leaves to block out the scorching sun in summer. Then there were the houses¡ªall the short mud huts and shabby wooden inns were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were clean-cut brick buildings with two to three stories that all shared a similar style. They obviously must have all been built by the same group of stonemasons. How could he possibly transform a poor little town in only one year? The shocked and confused Petrov followed the guards into the castle grounds. His guide was replaced by an armored knight, while his attendants were left to wait outside the castle walls. When he stepped into the Lord¡¯s castle, Petrov finally felt the same as he did one year ago. It seemed that not much had changed here. Compared to the Stronghold castle, the prince¡¯s was still much smaller. The knight pushed open the door to the hall and made a motion for him to enter. Petrov immediately saw the prince sitting on the throne. It was His Highness Roland Wimbledon. ¡°Welcome to Border Town,¡± Roland said with a smile, ¡°Mr. ¡®Ambassador¡¯.¡± It seemed the prince hadn¡¯t changed much. For some reason, Petrov felt relieved. He raised his hand to his chest and bowed solemnly. ¡°The Honeysuckle Family pays you our respects, Your Highness.¡± ¡°Have a seat.¡± The prince nodded. ¡°I call you here because of a very important matter. It concerns the future of the entire Western Region, Longsong Stronghold naturally also included.¡± ¡°Please, go ahead.¡± ¡°I plan to build a city here, which will extend westward to the Misty Forest, eastward to Longsong Stronghold, and it¡¯ll include half of the Western Region in its bounds. From then on, the Stronghold will be an eastern fortress for the new city and the first line of defense against the church¡¯s army instead of an independent city like it is now,¡± Roland said in a methodical manner. ¡°In such a vast and expansive region, it¡¯s important to pass the same laws everywhere and centralize their enforcement to the City Hall of the new city. No nobility can meddle in city affairs, which includes the five main noble families of the Western Region.¡± Petrov felt a sudden shock! A year ago, he had a similar idea to have Duke Ryan move the defense line against the demonic beasts to Border Town and utilize the space between the two towns. He would never have expected that the prince would use this method a year later with a much heavier hand. Turn Longsong Stronghold into a section of a city? He could only imagine how terrifyingly massive this city would be! He felt an impulse to question the prince, but stifled his words¡ªif the prince was telling this to him, it meant he had already made up his mind, and no one would be able to stop him from carrying out his plan. Petrov didn¡¯t dare to challenge the prince. Duke Ryan¡¯s fiasco was forever burned in his mind and made him believe that this man with gray hair was unbeatable¡­ at least by him. The only thing he could do was to reap as much profit as possible during this immense change. ¡°You said that the five noble families can¡¯t meddle in city affairs, so how can the Honeysuckle Family continue to serve you?¡± The prince was silent for such a long time that Petrov began to feel uneasy. Then, he chuckled and said, ¡°You¡¯ve really surprised me, Mr. Ambassador. Both your asking to ransom the Stronghold and your positive attitude right now are wise and calculated decisions that are rarely seen made by nobles.¡± After a few words of praise, his smile faded, and he said seriously, ¡°As long as the Honeysuckle Family is willing to accept my rule, you can continue to assist me to govern the Longsong region.¡± ¡°Both my father and I will always do as you wish¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯m not talking about individuals¡ªI¡¯m talking about the whole area,¡± Roland interrupted. ¡°From now on, the nobilities under my rule will have the ownership of their land, but not the right to govern it¡ªwhether it is regarding the law, law enforcement, or other policies, they¡¯ll all have to defer to the decrees of the City Hall.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Petrov hesitated. ¡°Land can still be passed on through family lineage, just like titles. Any industries that your family conducts, such as farming or craftsmanship, will also belong to the Honeysuckles along with your land. That¡¯s your indisputable right, and I promise you my blessing. Aside from governing rights, nothing will change about the land you own. It might even flourish under new policies.¡± The prince continued. ¡°Of course, you can also choose to return to your land and continue to live as a feudal lord. However, when I finish building my new city and begin expanding, any land I conquer won¡¯t belong to its original owner anymore.¡± Chapter 368 Chapter 368: Filling in the Gaps Translator: Meh Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡­ ¡°Do you really think he¡¯ll agree?¡± asked Nightingale after Petrov left, whispering into Roland¡¯s ear. ¡°I¡¯m not sure. In addition, even if he does, he¡¯ll still need to persuade Count Hull for it to be of any use,¡± said Roland as he took a sip of his hot tea, ¡°If his father still insists on his position as a noble, then there¡¯ll be nothing we can do.¡± ¡°You can¡¯t bear to see him go, can you?¡± she teased. ¡°Of course not.¡± Roland pursed his lips. ¡°As a noble, he¡¯s both intelligent and humble, as well as having a penchant for managing commerce. As long as he studies in Longsong Stronghold for a year or two, he¡¯ll definitely become an capable government official.¡± ¡°If he manages to persuade Count Hull, you¡¯ll really hand the Royal Capital over for him to govern?¡± ¡°If I manage to conquer Graycastle, the capital will naturally need to be moved elsewhere¡­ In addition, cities that are far from the Western Region will need to be managed by officials sent from the west. As such, the terms I laid out may have sounded fantastical but were nevertheless legitimate.¡± Towards the end of his conversation with Petrov, Roland informed him that from henceforth, he would not appoint any nobles. In fact, after consolidating Graycastle, he planned on establishing a brand new model for society throughout the kingdom based on that of Bordertown. He planned to consolidate and create a central government with a single word of law and judicial policy. Should Petrov decide to stay, Longsong Stronghold would be far from his final destination. Be it a mayor of a major city or chief bureaucrat of the new central government, neither was impossible for him. As for how far he¡¯ll go in reality, it¡¯ll be up to none other than himself. Roland sincerely hoped that Petrov would understand his implications and anticipations from the conversation just now. ¡°Alright then, it¡¯s not as if I understand these things anyway,¡± Nightingale patted his shoulder and continued, ¡°in any case, the new witch is coming over soon. It¡¯s best if you go elsewhere for a while.¡± ¡°You¡¯re going to question her by yourself?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll call Wendy over.¡± The sound of her laughter rang out beside him. ¡°She¡¯s better at these things than I am.¡± The Witches Union for the sake of safety (a cause mainly championed by Scroll), had established a rule: prior to any further interactions with an unknown Witch, their identity had to first be confirmed by Nightingale. Doing this required her to enter her mist, and therefore also take off the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Thus, it was best if Roland was not present, lest the outsider revolted and anything unexpected happened. Scroll even managed to come up with a series of 10 questions specifically to determine one¡¯s identity, such as ¡°Where are you from¡±, ¡°What is your real name¡±, ¡°Do you recognize the prince¡±, ¡°Do you hold any hostile intentions towards the prince¡±, etc. Since Nightingale could only determine the veracity of someone¡¯s statements based on the target¡¯s own beliefs, this battery of true/false questions aimed to establish the target¡¯s true intentions without leaving any loopholes. Even if they could deceive her once or twice, there was no way they could pass every single question. Roland didn¡¯t know whether to laugh or cry when this was brought up, but in consideration of the witches¡¯ good intentions, he could only go along with this plan. ¡­ After leaving the main hall, he returned to his office and immediately sent for City Hall Director Barov. After reading Petrov¡¯s report on the discovery of new witches in Longsong Stronghold, Roland realized his oversight. Though he had sent Anna onto the ceremonial award stage and acknowledged the existence of witches in Border Town, no official decree ever explained their status and how they should be treated. Thus, Border Town might very well have a similar situation as the Stronghold, where a witch would hide herself upon awakening and lie unknown instead of revealing her talents. The second Barov stepped into the room, Roland immediately ordered, ¡°I¡¯m declaring a long term recruitment drive, and the details are on this paper here.¡± Barov received the draft and took a cursory glance, ¡°Your Majesty¡­ you mean to recruit witches at a monthly salary of an entire gold royal each?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Roland nodded, ¡°This is also the Witches Union¡¯s standard salary.¡± A monthly salary of one gold royal in this era was for only the most prestigious of positions. Border Town¡¯s average salary and standard of living were already well beyond those of other cities, with the highest paid being the workers in the acid manufacturing plant at 20 silver royals. Yet, this new decree set the witches¡¯ wage at five times the current highest, cementing their position in society. ¡°Since you want to recruit more witches, why not send people to search for them?¡± asked Barov, ¡°the same way you had the citizens report spies. After all, their eyes see more truth than anyone else¡¯s.¡± ¡°Even my Director has learned to fight [The Peoples¡¯ War].¡± Roland mused, holding back the delight in his heart, ¡°And should I offer a reward for finding them? What difference will there be between me and the church then?¡± ¡°But¡­ you¡¯re doing this to recruit them, whereas the church means to hang them.¡± ¡°Even if we say so, the witches forcibly exposed this way might think we¡¯re actually persecuting them. Though new witches in Border Town may have not experienced the persecution of the populace, the same cannot be said for those who have come from elsewhere,¡± said Roland, declining Barov¡¯s proposal. ¡°My hope is for them to stand forward of their own volition, for the sake of making their own contribution to Border Town.¡± In addition to the witches¡¯ own inhibitions, Roland was also worried about the effect declaring a reward would have on the populace, possibly creating a new wave of ¡°witch hunters¡±, or making witches out to be valuable ¡°commodities¡± to be created and found. Giving birth to a witch would become more profitable than hard work, which though in the short term would elevate the witches¡¯ positions, but in the long term could easily hurt Border Town¡¯s ¡°American Dream¡± that Roland had worked so hard to achieve. Right after Barov left, Wendy immediately entered, placing the results of the investigation on his desk. ¡°Your Highness, we¡¯ve confirmed her identity. There are no problems as her answers line up with what the Honeysuckle¡¯s eldest said.¡± ¡°See,¡± smiled Roland, ¡°I told you guys you were being too careful.¡± ¡°Nevertheless this level of caution is necessary,¡± Wendy persevered, ¡°Your Highness¡¯ personal safety will always be our first and foremost priority.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± said Roland, suddenly feeling a little touched, as he took a deep breath and said, ¡°bring her here then.¡± The girl seemed around 15 years old, her dirtied hair a muddled brown, eyes brimming with timidity and slight panic. It seemed to be the first time she¡¯d ever stepped foot into a carpeted room, as seen from her restless fidgeting as she tried to determine where to put her feet. According to the information on the report, she called herself Paper and was born just outside of Longsong Stronghold. She became an orphan during a blizzard three years ago, a background shared by many of the street urchins in the western region. These orphans¡¯ fates were usually to either die scrounging for food, or join the underground street rats, becoming a pickpocket, thug or scapegoat. ¡°You¡­¡± Roland paused, unable to decide what to say. The girl was neither like Agatha, resilient and adaptable, nor like Anna, determined and firm of heart. Even Mystery Moon and Lily, whose situations most resembled hers, had the sisterhood and companionship of the Union. As a young girl in a completely new place, she was probably in a state of constant panic, and most likely required a lengthy period to acclimate to her new environment. From Petrov¡¯s report, her ability to melt snow was most likely related to the control of temperature. ¡°Anyway, there¡¯s no rush to test her ability, we can slowly learn about it as she becomes familiarized with this place.¡± With that thought, Roland turned to Wendy and said, ¡°She must be exhausted from the long journey, why don¡¯t you take her for a bath first and let her rest awhile. Arrange for her to stay in the witches¡¯ building. As for any instructions she requires with respect to magic, I¡¯ll leave that to you, alright?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± she smiled coyly, ¡°As you wish.¡± Chapter 369 Chapter 369: Changes Translator: Meh Editor: ¨C ¨C Steam billowed out of the bathroom¡¯s bathtub. Wendy lathered the soap and rubbed it everywhere on the little girl¡¯s body: behind the ears, under the arms, not even sparing the area between her fingertips. Upon seeing the layers of dirt intermixed with foam slide into the bathtub, revealing the tender skin underneath, Wendy felt an unprecedented amount of satisfaction. It had been quite some time since Wendy experienced this feeling. Back in the days when the Witch Cooperation Association was still fleeing for its life, every close call or scare and every newly awakened witch that had given up all hope was made well again under her care, recovering a state of peaceful normalcy. Leaf, Lily, even Nightingale all found their hope with her help. Yet, ever since they had come to Border Town, the witches¡¯ lives had undergone a 180 degree change. No one had to worry anymore about any life necessities, as everything was now provided for them¡ªof course, she had no problem with this, and was incredibly grateful for everything Roland had done for the sisters. It was merely the fact that there were no longer any witches that needed her care¡ªeven Mystery Moon had become open and carefree that led Wendy to feel a little frustrated. Now, she finally once again had the opportunity to feel the joy of being a big sister. ¡°Close your eyes. I¡¯m turning the water on.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± the little girl¡¯s voice quietly slid out, soft and graceful like a droplet of morning dew. It must be said, His Highness¡¯ decision to give her a bath was truly genius. The water ran past the girl¡¯s bangs and trickled down her back, taking with it the now ashy brown foam. Only after rinsing her body three times did the color of the water turn back to normal. Without any set of clothes to cover it up, the girl¡¯s frail and emaciated body was completely revealed to Wendy¡¯s eyes. ¡°What a poor, skinny child,¡± Wendy couldn¡¯t help but think. Her spine could be seen protruding out of her back, her arm so thin that a single hand could easily grasp it, and her skin not white like her namesake but instead a pallid yellow revealing her years of living in hunger. Luckily she was a witch, and as long as she was properly taken care of, it wouldn¡¯t be long before she could recover. After rinsing her body clean, it was time for them to enjoy a bath. Wendy first tested the temperature and then carried her into the bathtub, the water quickly submerging and enveloping them. Though the water was near scalding, after enduring the slight discomfort and acclimating, one would soon be able to savor the joy and comfort of being cradled by its warmth. Paper involuntarily let out a low shout, most likely because it had been a long, long time since she was last able to bathe in hot water. She tightly grasped Wendy¡¯s hands, and then gradually loosened her grip. Wendy then spun her around so that the girl faced away from her, letting her sit in her lap as she meticulously began to parse through the little girl¡¯s twisted bun of hair, strand by strand. ¡°When did you find out you were a witch?¡± ¡°Two¡­ two years ago,¡± Paper quietly replied, ¡°I think in the winter, just like now.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not surprising.¡± Wendy smiled and continued, ¡°Most witches awaken during the Months of the Demons. According to rumor, it¡¯s during this period of time that magic power is most abundant.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it demonic magic power?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± she patted the little girl¡¯s head and said, ¡°becoming a witch is a very, very normal thing. Asides from having the abilities to do some things other people can¡¯t imagine, we are no different from your everyday normal person. You should know that several hundred years ago, witches were even viewed as those blessed by the gods. ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Absolutely.¡± ¡°In reality, the difference between witches and mortals was quite large, such as their superhuman physical abilities and sterility,¡± thought Wendy as she replied, ¡°but these things could be slowly taught to her at a later time.¡± ¡°Then, what¡¯s magic power?¡± Paper asked shyly. ¡°Magic power is a type of natural energy, just like the sun¡¯s ever-present light.¡± Wendy thought for a second. ¡°Well, sort of. The sun has a time when it sets, but magic power is always there. All in all, you can regard it as an extension of yourself, an extension that¡¯s constantly growing.¡± ¡°Constantly growing?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, your magic power will grow as you do, becoming increasingly powerful. In order to accommodate its growth you must also increase the limits of your own body. Otherwise there will be a backlash.¡± Wendy meticulously explained, ¡°The church abused this very fact, claiming that witches were being devoured by the energy of the devil when in reality it couldn¡¯t be further from the truth. As long as you continuously practice your control of your powers, even if your magic power grows, there will be no need to worry about it harming your body. If you awakened two years ago, you must have already experienced a Day of Awakening already. Back then¡­ it must have hurt a lot.¡± Paper gently nodded her head. ¡°Worry not though, now that you¡¯ve arrived in Border Town, everything will be better.¡± Wendy tenderly consoled her. ¡°As long as you make the most of this time and practice, this year¡¯s Day of Awakening will be quick and painless.¡± Just as she was about to continue, the door to the bath was shoved open, revealing Lily running in with a towel in her hand. ¡°I heard there was a new sister? Where? Where? Mystery Moon¡¯s so anxious to see her!¡± ¡°It¡¯s obviously you who¡¯s anxious!¡± Mystery Moon, dragged all the way here by Lily, shot her a glare. ¡°Why take a shower now? What if we have to use our abilities this afternoon?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, there¡¯s no harm in resting for a day. His Highness probably won¡¯t need you for anything, after all, you¡¯re not Miss Anna.¡± ¡°¡­ You traitor!!¡± Upon seeing the two barge in, Paper quickly shrunk her neck, the bottom half of her head submerging itself into the water. ¡°Oh, so this is the new witch?¡± Lily climbed to the edge of the bathtub and looked at Paper, eyes brimming with curiosity. ¡°You look around the same age as me, but you can still call me big sister.¡± ¡°Why would she call you big sister if she¡¯s around the same age as you?¡± Mystery Moon noisily interjected. ¡°And how come you¡¯ve never called me that?¡± ¡°They¡¯re both witches of Border Town,¡± Wendy introduced with a smile. ¡°You may think they are open, but when they first arrived here, they were both just like you¡­ especially Mystery Moon, she wasn¡¯t much braver than you, always speaking with a very quiet and soft little voice.¡± ¡°Ahem. I was just worried His Highness would look down on me for having such weak magic power.¡± Mystery Moon mumbled to herself. ¡°His Highness has told me several times, your power has incredibly unexplored potential.¡± Wendy shook her head. ¡°As long as you finish reading and learning Elementary Physics, it might evolve into something surpassing your wildest dreams.¡± ¡°Forget the books. She doesn¡¯t even understand all the words yet. She barely even passed the last examination.¡± Lily interjected, shrugging her shoulders. ¡°She even came to me at night asking me to help her with her studies. By the time she¡¯s done learning all the weird theories and formulas in that book, His Highness Roland will probably have already conquered and unified all of Graycastle and won¡¯t even need the witches¡¯ help anymore.¡± Ignoring Mystery Moon¡¯s annoyed expression, her gaze turned towards the girl sitting in Wendy¡¯s lap. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right. What kind of power does Paper have?¡± ¡°¡­ Melting snow.¡± The little girl pondered for a while before replying. ¡°Anything else?¡± Lily curiously asked, ¡°Can you freeze the melted snow back into ice?¡± ¡°No,¡± Paper meekly replied, ¡°and also¡­ also I can make hot water cool really fast.¡± ¡°Temperature manipulation then?¡± Wendy mused and said, ¡°But melting snow is adding heat, whereas cooling water is removing it, yet the two processes can¡¯t be reversed, so it¡¯s probably not temperature control. Have you only tried your power with water?¡± ¡°With other things, the difference is very small.¡± ¡°Try using this.¡± Lily held up a basin full of soapy water. The little girl cautiously placed her hand into the basin. Very soon, the steaming hot water began to cool. Then, before everyone¡¯s eyes, a change occurred in the murky soap water. The soap bubbles on the surface began to disappear, the white kernels of soap also vanished into thin air, and the basin was once again filled with pristine, clear water. Chapter 370 Chapter 370: Rhythm Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Three days later, Roland received an affirmative answer from the eldest son of the Honeysuckle Family. ¡°I¡¯m willing to continue serving you, and so is the Honeysuckle Family,¡± he said, bowing his head. ¡°I¡¯ll convince my father¡ªhe¡¯s a little¡­ different from the other families.¡± ¡°Is that so.¡± Roland suddenly felt quite cheerful. ¡°That¡¯s great to hear.¡± ¡°In the past few days, I¡¯ve witnessed all the extraordinary changes that have taken place in your town, and I realized that this was the city I wished for all long,¡± Petrov confessed. ¡°If the Honeysuckle Family can flourish like this, Father won¡¯t mind merging with the new city.¡± This struck a chord in the Prince¡¯s heart. He originally only had two reasons for bringing Petrov here: The first was that it was more sincere to share such momentous news with Petrov in person, and the other was to observe his attitude towards the decree. Roland never imagined that Petrov would react this well. Roland nodded and said, ¡°Of course. In time, every inch of land in the Kingdom of Graycastle will be home to the people.¡± ¡°Then I must return to Stronghold as quickly as possible and relay this news to my father.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget the other four noble families and all the nobilites of the Western Region.¡± Roland added, ¡°Any family who wishes to accept my terms will be welcomed unconditionally into the new city, regardless of past conflicts. You can hold a banquet in the Stronghold to spread the word.¡± ¡°You mean you want me to tell them?¡± Petrov asked, stunned. ¡°Yes,¡± the prince said, smiling. ¡°This time¡­ you can act as my ambassador.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± the eldest of the Honeysuckles raised a hand to his chest and said. Just as he was about to leave, Roland stopped him and said, ¡°By the way, you did a great job with the witch incident. There¡¯ll be no more hiding from now on. After all this universal education, if anyone is still blindly hanging onto the church¡¯s teachings, they should be removed from the Western Region. You can decide how exactly you want to do it.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± After Petrov Hull left, Roland stretched and yawned, and then continued flipping through the data that the City Hall had compiled on various construction projects. Due to the heavy snowfall, the construction of the Kingdom Main Street had to be halted, and the construction of houses had been slowed down as well, so there were only a few indoor maintenance projects underway. Fortunately Lotus had constructed a series of cave dwellings to shelter the refugees before she left. Even if more refugees came, they could be distributed among the current caves¡ªthis was the advantage of using heated brick beds. According to the Ministry of Construction, at least more than 60% of the workers were currently employed, so any last-minute recruitments from the City Hall were always snatched up quickly, such as clearing the snow off the streets, transporting goods in the Blast Furnace Zone and so on. If this were in any other city, having this many eager workers during the Months of Demons would be unbelievable. Winter was already the most difficult season for civilians, so most people usually shut themselves in their homes and survived by their fall harvest. However, Roland felt dissatisfied with seeing all this manpower being idle, so he racked his brain trying to think of something that could utilize it all. After all, Margerie¡¯s Chamber of Commerce had bought the last batch of steam engines manufactured this year, and the City Hall had more than enough money and grains, so that he could carry out many of his plans. At this thought, Roland had his guard summon Karl Van Bate, the Minister of Construction. After he explained his ideas, Karl couldn¡¯t help but stare. ¡°You want the masons and clay artisans to build ships for you?¡± He nodded and said seriously, ¡°Yes, right by the harbor. Build a temporary workshop out of wood and keep a brazier burning inside to maintain the temperature. When the ships are completed, they can go straight into the water.¡± ¡°But, Your Highness, how can they ever know how to build such a thing?¡± ¡°Of course they can. It¡¯s just like building the witches¡¯ tower,¡± Roland said as he took out a piece of paper and drew a diagram. ¡°Just set up a frame, lay down steel bars, and fill it in with concrete. I¡¯ll instruct you in building the first ship, and then you¡¯ll be solely in charge of supervision, so all the workers can be utilized as well.¡± Karl looked at the blueprint skeptically. ¡°Is this¡­ a bowl?¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s a giant concrete bowl.¡± Karl had not participated in the construction of the Littletown, so it was natural that he did not understand it. In fact, ships were constantly changing their shapes over time, with those of the next era barely inheriting those of the previous one. Roland had no idea how to design an ancient wooden ship with keels, but building a concrete ship was essentially no different from making a clay model¡ªall it had to do was to float. It was the same for steel ships. With the improvements in welding technology, most modern ships abandoned the keeling method and were instead pieced together with steel plates so that the entire floor sustained its weight. There was no need to bother with wooden ships. He had already considered building a new fleet of concrete ships for a long time. Both the coal mining excavations in the nearby mountains and the transportation of refugees required large riverboats, so a flat-bottom design with a low draught was the best option. Compared to the conservative design of the Littletown, the new ships should have longer hulls to ensure a larger load, better stability, and higher speed. In order to also reduce construction difficulty, Roland decided to use paddle wheels to propel the ships. This had already been tested on wooden ships and was easier for the masons to achieve. ¡°Your Highness, how many men do you plan to employ to build these¡­ concrete ships?¡± Karl asked awkwardly. ¡°Round up all the idle workers and build multiple ships at a time, just like when you were building houses.¡± This way, even if no one bought the newly produced steam engines, there was something for people to do. The Furnace Area could continue producing cement, which would kill two birds with one stone. In the coming years, if he could command a large fleet of cement ships, the First Army would always have reliable logistic fallback wherever it attacked. After dealing with this matter, Roland decided to check out the castle backyard. The olive trees and grape vines that Leaf planted provided a shelter against the snow. If they weren¡¯t working, the witches would usually practice in the backyard, including the newcomer Paper. According to Wendy, her abilities weren¡¯t temperature control, but they weren¡¯t material restoration either, and they had little effect on any substance other than water. This intrigued Roland to no end. After three days, the little girl shouldn¡¯t be as timid as she was when she first arrived, so he wanted to see her for himself. As soon as he entered the garden, Roland felt that there was something off. All he could see was lush greenery, as if he was in a different world from the snow outside¡ªthe olive trees were evergreen and had vines winding around their branches. Although it wasn¡¯t surprising that the trees blocked out the snow, all the plants here were still a little too vibrant. What made it different from a forest was that although there was no wind, the grass and trees swayed rhythmically in unison. He thought it was an illusion, but as he walked deeper into the garden, he saw the olive branches bend over as if they were greeting him, and the grass around his feet fell to the side as if to welcome him. This made Roland a little uneasy, and goosebumps began to appear on his back. He felt as if he was not walking in a garden, but inside the body of a giant creature. The whole garden seemed to be breathing. Chapter 371 Chapter 371: The Heart of the Forest Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Roland walked into the center of the garden and froze in shock. At the end of the path, a small house made out of plants suddenly appeared, with tree trunks and reformed crops forming its walls and layers of woven vines hanging up above, with some even carrying bunches of glistening grapes. A bonfire burned in the middle of the room, and there was green furniture placed all around. A closer look would reveal that they were actually shaped by strange plants that grew from the ground. For a moment, Roland felt as if he were in a fairyland. If it weren¡¯t for the familiar faces next to the bonfire, he truly would have thought he was dreaming. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Tilly turned around and exclaimed, ¡°Leaf¡¯s ability has evolved, and she¡¯s transformed herself into this garden.¡± ¡°Where¡¯s she?¡± Roland asked surprisedly. ¡°She has become one with the plants,¡± Tilly said, looking around her. ¡°Everything you see right now is a part of Leaf.¡± His feeling of walking inside a creature wasn¡¯t wrong. It was just that the ¡°creature¡± was actually Leaf. Roland suddenly felt a tug on his heart, ¡°She can still turn back, right?¡± ¡°As soon as I call off my powers, I can return to my normal form.¡± Leaf¡¯s voice suddenly echoed. However, when he listened carefully, he realized that it wasn¡¯t Leaf herself who was speaking. The voice came from the rustling of swaying leaves and the rubbing of branches. Her answer calmed Roland down a little bit. ¡°Can you hear us talk?¡± ¡°Not only can I hear you, I can also see you, smell you and feel you,¡± Leaf answered happily. ¡°I can feel the slightest changes in the garden, including the birds building their nest on a branch and a bug crawling on a trunk¡­ It¡¯s hard to explain, but Lady Tilly is right. I am the garden itself, and I noticed you as soon as you walked in.¡± Suddenly, a giant leaf hanging from the ceiling was lowered down next to Roland and unfurled slowly to reveal a cup containing purple liquid. The intricate cup was made from four overlapping olive leaves with their stems curving into a handle. Roland raised the cup up to his lips and realized that the liquid was freshly-made wine, a perfect combination of sourness and refreshing sweetness. Clearly, both the wine and its container came from this garden. Roland downed Leaf¡¯s ¡°toast¡±, walked up to the bonfire, and sat excitedly on a plant chair¡ªits frame was made of rough branches, and its seat and back were covered with a heavy layer of wheat leaves. Sitting in it was like sinking into a soft couch. Next to the bonfire stood a grill, where Andrea was roasting apples and corn for everyone. These foods were undoubtedly also taken directly from the garden. ¡°How did you manage to do all this?¡± the prince looked up and asked. ¡°I don¡¯t really know either,¡± the voice answered immediately. ¡°I was just taking care of the newly planted crops and your messenger birds as usual, while also practicing my abilities¡ªand they responded to my call. Maybe this is the reconciliation I have been searching for¡ªbringing the forest and the lives inside it together as one.¡± ¡°Could you use your abilities in the Misty Forest? Could you also turn it into a part of you?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think so¡­¡± She hesitated. ¡°Even if I could, it would take a really long time. Maintaining this state doesn¡¯t require a lot of magic power, and I can even draw power from the forest, but every time I expand my area of influence, my mind becomes more sluggish.¡± ¡°Sluggish?¡± Roland asked confusedly. ¡°I don¡¯t know how to describe this feeling,¡± said Leaf. ¡°If I kept expanding slowly, I might become one with the entire Misty Forest in a couple of years, but I¡¯m scared that I might lose my consciousness. When I first started fusing with the garden, my mind felt so overwhelmed, as if it suddenly became very expansive. It took me a long time to get used to it.¡± She paused and added, ¡°However, re-entering plants that I have already controlled doesn¡¯t give me this unfamiliar feeling, and it only takes the slightest thought to accomplish.¡± ¡°How incredible,¡± Roland thought. ¡°Compared to Anna and Lily¡¯s micro-evolution, Leaf¡¯s new abilities were a breakthrough in macro-evolution. If she could one day control the entire Misty Forest, not a single move of our enemies would escape her.¡± ¡°Congratulations,¡± Wendy said, smiling. ¡°Now there¡¯s another evolved witch in the Witch Union. According to Elsa, we have about half the amount of evolved witches as the Union.¡± ¡°If she were here, she must have gone on and on about this for ages.¡± Roland chuckled and glanced over at the little girl who was peeking curiously at him. ¡°What about Paper?¡± ¡°Her ability¡­ unfortunately requires further testing,¡± Wendy responded, ¡°but we found a strange phenomenon.¡± She snapped her fingers, and two piles of packed snow immediately fell off the roof. Wendy placed one pile next to the bonfire and another in a corner of the room, and then she asked Paper to use her powers. ¡°I¡¯m currently teaching her how to use her magic power evenly so that its effects are consistent¡ªjust like how you taught me. Although she can¡¯t control her power very precisely, it doesn¡¯t differ too greatly in general.¡± Roland noticed that the snow next to the bonfire had quickly melted into an icy puddle, while the farther pile had only melted halfway. Wendy scooped up the melted water, carried it to one side of the room, and knocked on the wall. The tightly woven vines shrunk back to reveal a fist-sized hole, letting in the chilly wind. ¡°Here, now use your power on this,¡± she said to Paper. The girl nodded and raised her hands, and Roland was shocked to find that the water had formed a thin layer of ice crystals. ¡°So her power is to¡­ speed up time and accelerate results?¡± He doubted his theory as soon as he said. ¡°That can¡¯t be right. Time is but a concept created by humans for convenience, so it doesn¡¯t exist on its own. How can she affect something that doesn¡¯t exist?¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I thought as well, but Lady Tilly said it wasn¡¯t the case.¡± Wendy tied a stone to the end of a vine and swung it back and forth in front of Paper. As much as Paper tried to use her powers, the pendulum continued to swing at the same speed and eventually stopped. ¡°If she could speed up time, the stone would have swung faster.¡± Indeed. Roland quickly realized what her power was¡ªshe wasn¡¯t affecting time, but molecular movement. Her magic power could lower or raise the energy levels of molecules, which led to freezing and melting. Of course, Paper probably didn¡¯t understand this, so she simply used her intuition to control her power, which was why she had little impact on other objects. Oxidation was a long process and needed time to show visible results. If he guessed correctly, her power made her a natural catalyst. . Rate Translation Quality 6 comments £¬join in Chapter 372: Leisure Translator: TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C A week later, Border Town welcomed its last month of fall with a giant blizzard. Roland gazed out of his office window at the dark figures on the snowy rooftops¡ªthese were the townspeople carrying out their daily task of shoveling away the snow on their rooftops, so their houses wouldn¡¯t collapse under the weight. This day marked a full year of him being in this world, but last year¡¯s fall was not nearly this cold, and his view from this window was not nearly this orderly. At that time, the town was practically a wasteland. Besides a few decent wooden houses around the square, there were only shabby clay huts and straw shacks. Most of the nobilities lived near the square, from which the only stone road led to the castle. Otherwise, there was not a single inch of clean ground in the entire town, and everything reeked of the faeces of human and livestock. Now, all the roads here were built from cement pavement, and even the uncovered roads were expertly packed solid. Dark lines separated the town into various sections, with the two sides of the main road reserved as a commercial district and the surrounding areas as residential complexes. In addition, Border Town¡¯s manufacturing industry was beginning to take shape, which was to say that it finally replaced workshop manufacturing with a continuous assembly line¡ªalthough this was only the case for steam engines. The Blast Furnace Zone produced enough iron ingots for processing, while the steam engine factory turned these raw materials into machine parts. The blacksmiths had all become familiar with their various tools and took on many apprentices. Even though Anna was still needed in producing the highly precise tools, the blacksmiths had already achieved great progress on their part. After all, before the appearance of tools, these men only knew how to use a hammer, while others started out as miners and hunters. He might as well call these engines the fruits of these workers¡¯ labor. There was also the production of ammunition and gunpowder, which was also entirely done by civilians. Anna still needed to produce the firearms herself, not because of a lack of machine tools, but because the town¡¯s blast furnace couldn¡¯t produce iron with consistent quality. This had already been added to Roland¡¯s list of problems to tackle. The achievements in chemical engineering were even more exciting; because Roland didn¡¯t have any high expectation, any result was a pleasant surprise. Now, sulfuric acid and nitric acid were being massively produced, and chemical explosives were beginning to be developed. As long as ammunition production could increase, switching to repeating rifles wouldn¡¯t be an issue. It didn¡¯t matter that their production methods were outdated, because producing anything at all was more important, given the town¡¯s current state. When Paper¡¯s abilities stabilized so that she could precisely control her own magic power, there might even be another peak in chemical engineering. What mattered the most was that all aspects of Border Town, whether it was production, education, or construction, were all on an upwards developing trend. In time, as more and more people became educated, there would be more frequent breakthroughs in every field. He felt his heart burst with pride for transforming a run-down land into what it was today within only a year. Roland felt as if he could stand by the window and watch this town all day long. At that moment, the sounds of tolling bells came from the north-west direction. That was the alarm for a demonic beast attack. After the arrival of the Months of the Demons, the alarm would sound every three to four days. However, the First Army was already very experienced in handling attacks and no longer required Roland¡¯s supervision¡ªif he had not stood alongside the Militia a year ago, they all would have dropped their weapons and run away. ¡°The demonic beasts are back. Should I go take a look?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice emerged next to his ears. ¡°Sure.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Be careful.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. They can¡¯t touch me.¡± He felt a slight warmth on his cheek, and the voice disappeared. Roland shook his head helplessly. The witches were probably sick of hiding indoors from the snow, so Nightingale might just want something to do. The combat type witches who came with Tilly were especially eager to rush to the city wall and watch the battle, waiting for demonic hybrids to rush up the wall so they could put their ablilities into play. Nightingale was intrigued after hearing about this and began joining the combat witches every time the alarm sounded. Perhaps she intended to compare herself to others and determine who was the strongest combat witch. Roland sighed. ¡°If only she could be this eager in her training¡­¡± However, fighting side by side could bring witches and mortals closer together, so he didn¡¯t bother to stop them. The current revolving rifles were enough to fend off regular demonic beasts, but they faltered in the face of demonic wolf-lion hybrids, so having powerful witches present could stabilize the defense line and reduce casualties. So far, there hadn¡¯t been a single death in the First Army. Nightingale¡¯s exit reminded him that the combat witches had found a way to entertain themselves, but the assistant witches still didn¡¯t have much to have fun with. It was time to think of some new activities. At that thought, he summoned Soroya. ¡°Your Highness, do you have a new task for me?¡± This painter who had accomplished so much for Border Town seemed to be in good spirits. The Freckles on her face had lightened, and her eyes shined with a piercing vitality. Her pleading question stifled Roland a little¡ªwhy did he suddenly feel so remorseful? ¡°Um, have you been busy lately?¡± ¡°No, why do you ask?¡± Soroya pushed a lock of hair out of her forehead. ¡°Recently, fewer workers have been going to the factory, so it only took me a few hours to finish my coating everyday, and the weird metal boxes made by the alchemist Sir Kyle kept me busy sometimes.¡± She paused, tilted her head, and smiled. ¡°However, compared with being in the camp of the Witch Cooperation Association, I prefer this fulfilling life here, and I¡¯m really glad that my abilities are helpful to you.¡± Wow¡­ What a blinding smile. Roland couldn¡¯t help but feel a little guilty. ¡°Ahem, I called you here to draw some new cards for me.¡± ¡°More Gwent Cards?¡± ¡°No, you all are probably tired of those,¡± he waved his hand and said. ¡°It¡¯s too simple. As long as you know your opponent¡¯s hand, the game is basically predictable.¡± ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right¡­¡± ¡°See, this¡¯s what the new cards look like¡ªvery simple.¡± Roland took out a piece of paper and drew a rough sketch. ¡°There¡¯re four different symbols, each with cards numbered from one to thirteen, as well as two jokers, so it¡¯s 54 cards in total.¡± Soroya¡¯s abilities had evolved greatly, so she was able to quickly produce a deck of cards directly from his sketch. ¡°How do we play them?¡± ¡°There¡¯re a lot of games you can play with these, but let¡¯s start with an easy one.¡± Roland tested the cards with his hands and felt as if he were time-traveling again. To celebrate a Spring Festival, his family would always sit around their fire barrels, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and play poker until the next morning, when they would light firecrackers to welcome the spring. Different from mah jong, poker could be played anywhere and had many variations, so it was probably the most popular game in the world. ¡°Go fetch Anna,¡± Roland said, smiling. ¡°I¡¯ll teach you how to play Fight the Landlord.¡± Chapter 372 Chapter 372: Leisure Translator: TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C A week later, Border Town welcomed its last month of fall with a giant blizzard. Roland gazed out of his office window at the dark figures on the snowy rooftops¡ªthese were the townspeople carrying out their daily task of shoveling away the snow on their rooftops, so their houses wouldn¡¯t collapse under the weight. This day marked a full year of him being in this world, but last year¡¯s fall was not nearly this cold, and his view from this window was not nearly this orderly. At that time, the town was practically a wasteland. Besides a few decent wooden houses around the square, there were only shabby clay huts and straw shacks. Most of the nobilities lived near the square, from which the only stone road led to the castle. Otherwise, there was not a single inch of clean ground in the entire town, and everything reeked of the faeces of human and livestock. Now, all the roads here were built from cement pavement, and even the uncovered roads were expertly packed solid. Dark lines separated the town into various sections, with the two sides of the main road reserved as a commercial district and the surrounding areas as residential complexes. In addition, Border Town¡¯s manufacturing industry was beginning to take shape, which was to say that it finally replaced workshop manufacturing with a continuous assembly line¡ªalthough this was only the case for steam engines. The Blast Furnace Zone produced enough iron ingots for processing, while the steam engine factory turned these raw materials into machine parts. The blacksmiths had all become familiar with their various tools and took on many apprentices. Even though Anna was still needed in producing the highly precise tools, the blacksmiths had already achieved great progress on their part. After all, before the appearance of tools, these men only knew how to use a hammer, while others started out as miners and hunters. He might as well call these engines the fruits of these workers¡¯ labor. There was also the production of ammunition and gunpowder, which was also entirely done by civilians. Anna still needed to produce the firearms herself, not because of a lack of machine tools, but because the town¡¯s blast furnace couldn¡¯t produce iron with consistent quality. This had already been added to Roland¡¯s list of problems to tackle. The achievements in chemical engineering were even more exciting; because Roland didn¡¯t have any high expectation, any result was a pleasant surprise. Now, sulfuric acid and nitric acid were being massively produced, and chemical explosives were beginning to be developed. As long as ammunition production could increase, switching to repeating rifles wouldn¡¯t be an issue. It didn¡¯t matter that their production methods were outdated, because producing anything at all was more important, given the town¡¯s current state. When Paper¡¯s abilities stabilized so that she could precisely control her own magic power, there might even be another peak in chemical engineering. What mattered the most was that all aspects of Border Town, whether it was production, education, or construction, were all on an upwards developing trend. In time, as more and more people became educated, there would be more frequent breakthroughs in every field. He felt his heart burst with pride for transforming a run-down land into what it was today within only a year. Roland felt as if he could stand by the window and watch this town all day long. At that moment, the sounds of tolling bells came from the north-west direction. That was the alarm for a demonic beast attack. After the arrival of the Months of the Demons, the alarm would sound every three to four days. However, the First Army was already very experienced in handling attacks and no longer required Roland¡¯s supervision¡ªif he had not stood alongside the Militia a year ago, they all would have dropped their weapons and run away. ¡°The demonic beasts are back. Should I go take a look?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice emerged next to his ears. ¡°Sure.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Be careful.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. They can¡¯t touch me.¡± He felt a slight warmth on his cheek, and the voice disappeared. Roland shook his head helplessly. The witches were probably sick of hiding indoors from the snow, so Nightingale might just want something to do. The combat type witches who came with Tilly were especially eager to rush to the city wall and watch the battle, waiting for demonic hybrids to rush up the wall so they could put their ablilities into play. Nightingale was intrigued after hearing about this and began joining the combat witches every time the alarm sounded. Perhaps she intended to compare herself to others and determine who was the strongest combat witch. Roland sighed. ¡°If only she could be this eager in her training¡­¡± However, fighting side by side could bring witches and mortals closer together, so he didn¡¯t bother to stop them. The current revolving rifles were enough to fend off regular demonic beasts, but they faltered in the face of demonic wolf-lion hybrids, so having powerful witches present could stabilize the defense line and reduce casualties. So far, there hadn¡¯t been a single death in the First Army. Nightingale¡¯s exit reminded him that the combat witches had found a way to entertain themselves, but the assistant witches still didn¡¯t have much to have fun with. It was time to think of some new activities. At that thought, he summoned Soroya. ¡°Your Highness, do you have a new task for me?¡± This painter who had accomplished so much for Border Town seemed to be in good spirits. The Freckles on her face had lightened, and her eyes shined with a piercing vitality. Her pleading question stifled Roland a little¡ªwhy did he suddenly feel so remorseful? ¡°Um, have you been busy lately?¡± ¡°No, why do you ask?¡± Soroya pushed a lock of hair out of her forehead. ¡°Recently, fewer workers have been going to the factory, so it only took me a few hours to finish my coating everyday, and the weird metal boxes made by the alchemist Sir Kyle kept me busy sometimes.¡± She paused, tilted her head, and smiled. ¡°However, compared with being in the camp of the Witch Cooperation Association, I prefer this fulfilling life here, and I¡¯m really glad that my abilities are helpful to you.¡± Wow¡­ What a blinding smile. Roland couldn¡¯t help but feel a little guilty. ¡°Ahem, I called you here to draw some new cards for me.¡± ¡°More Gwent Cards?¡± ¡°No, you all are probably tired of those,¡± he waved his hand and said. ¡°It¡¯s too simple. As long as you know your opponent¡¯s hand, the game is basically predictable.¡± ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right¡­¡± ¡°See, this¡¯s what the new cards look like¡ªvery simple.¡± Roland took out a piece of paper and drew a rough sketch. ¡°There¡¯re four different symbols, each with cards numbered from one to thirteen, as well as two jokers, so it¡¯s 54 cards in total.¡± Soroya¡¯s abilities had evolved greatly, so she was able to quickly produce a deck of cards directly from his sketch. ¡°How do we play them?¡± ¡°There¡¯re a lot of games you can play with these, but let¡¯s start with an easy one.¡± Roland tested the cards with his hands and felt as if he were time-traveling again. To celebrate a Spring Festival, his family would always sit around their fire barrels, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and play poker until the next morning, when they would light firecrackers to welcome the spring. Different from mah jong, poker could be played anywhere and had many variations, so it was probably the most popular game in the world. ¡°Go fetch Anna,¡± Roland said, smiling. ¡°I¡¯ll teach you how to play Fight the Landlord.¡± Chapter 373 Chapter 373: A Clue at the Market Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Ferlin stood behind his wife and smiled gently as he watched her pick out pieces of meat from a stall. There would always come a certain time when the look in Irene¡¯s eyes became extra serious. ¡°Actually¡­ every piece of meat is priced according to its weight, so you don¡¯t have to spend so much time choosing.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do!¡± she said in firm rejection. ¡°Although I know that you like lean meat, without the fat, the dish won¡¯t have any flavor. A layer of fatty meat for every layer of lean meat will make the best ribs, and is also ideal for slicing and frying. I have to choose carefully.¡± Ferlin laughed uncontrollably. ¡°Fine, you take your time. I¡¯ll go and buy a sack of wheat. The queue is quite long, so when you¡¯re done, come and find me. ¡°Okay,¡± Irene replied without turning her head. He shook his head helplessly and advanced towards the wheat stall in the Convenience Market. Ever since snow started falling, Lord Roland had put up wooden sheds, which acted as wind shields, around the market. He also specially posted an announcement that even though it was winter, the sales in the market would not stop. This implied that during the long Months of the Demons, Border Town would continue to be provided with a stable supply of food. To the townspeople, this measure effectively granted them peace of mind. Compared to the meat stall, the wheat stall was much more frequented by customers. A long queue was formed in front of the counter, while surrounding the queue were two patrol members wearing black uniforms whose task was to maintain order. In Border Town, they were given a unique name: ¡°policemen¡±. Morning Light had already gotten used to seeing all kinds of amazing initiatives by Lord Roland, and a change in name was nothing interesting. He also knew that the name ¡°patrol members¡± was commonly associated with rogues and ruffians, and therefore changing the name gave a wholly different impression. ¡°Good afternoon, Mr. Eltek.¡± Someone in the queue recognized him. ¡°You¡¯ve also come to buy wheat?¡± ¡°Stand here with me.¡± ¡°Let me offer you my position.¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s unnecessary.¡± Ferlin waved his hands and stood at the back of the queue. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re so popular,¡± A middle-aged man in front of him laughed and said, ¡°the former First Knight of the Western Region indeed.¡± Ferlin was slightly stunned. ¡°You know about my past¡­¡± ¡°Haha, of course. This is no secret in Border Town.¡± The man touched his own chin and grinned. ¡°My sons and daughters are highly fond of you. Ever since my eldest son, Nat, heard about your background, he can¡¯t stop telling us how much he wants to become a knight too.¡± ¡°That¡¯s all in the past.¡± Ferlin shook his head. ¡°And His Highness no longer needs Knights.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because we have the First Army.¡± The man said casually. ¡°In the past, I wouldn¡¯t dare to talk to you like that.¡± Indeed, while he was still a knight of the Duke, most common folks did not even dare to look straight at him. The rumors about him were filled with words of not only envy and admiration, but more commonly, fear. The only person who dared to make eye contact with him, and who was able to speak straight to him without scruple about status, was Irene. The first time they met at a theatre, his heart found its home. After being defeated and brought captive to Border Town, Ferlin originally thought that it simply entailed a change of the lord he worked for. He did not expect that he would become a teacher to many people and receive widespread respect. The form of respect shown towards him was completely different from the old times when he was a knight. People no longer avoided him and instead came close to him. Compared with the respect shown by keeping a distance, it was the latter which made Ferlin feel more comfortable and satisfied. Perhaps, I¡¯m not suited to be a Knight. ¡­ After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, it was finally Ferlin Eltek¡¯s turn. ¡°Identity card, please.¡± The counterperson said before she got a shock. ¡°Teacher Ferlin?¡± ¡°Betty.¡± Ferlin was also a little surprised that the girl standing behind the counter was a student from his first batch of graduates. He soon understood, and said happily, ¡°You¡¯re working in the City Hall now?¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± she revealed an expression of joy and bowed towards Ferlin as if she was still in school. ¡°I¡¯m now a trainee in the Governing Hall, and I am currently working in the Agriculture Department.¡± Ferlin did not want to make the people behind him wait, so he hastily presented his identity card together with six silver royals. ¡°I want to buy a medium sack of wheat.¡± ¡°Sure!¡± She recorded his name in the daybook and shouted towards the back room. A porter walked out of the warehouse and placed a sack of wheat on the counter. Inspection and selection of goods were prohibited at this stall. Every sack was filled beforehand and classified as large, medium or small according to its weight. A small sack was roughly able to feed two people for a month. The food prices were fixed and fluctuations were very rare. Identity cards had to be presented during purchase, and each customer¡¯s purchase volume was limited. Ferlin understood that the purpose of this measure was to prevent a single person from purchasing a large volume of food, which would cause a shortage of food for other people with actual needs. ¡°Teacher, when you have time, visit me at my house.¡± Betty returned his identity card. ¡°Sure.¡± Ferlin smiled and replied. He carried the sack and walked off to one side so that the next person could make his purchase. Irene was still nowhere to be seen, and he guessed that it was because she had taken a fancy to other products. He thus thought about finding a prominent and dry spot where he could place the sack and sit down for a rest. Just then, a faint blue figure flashed across in front of him. Morning Light flinched and turned his head instinctively, and then felt a full body shiver. It was a beautiful woman with exquisite facial features and a head of blue hair which was rarely seen. She was the type who one would absolutely never forget after the first sight. Ferlin felt the blood throughout his body freeze. This was not because of the person¡¯s outstanding beauty, but because¡­ he had seen her before in the family hall. When he was young, he asked more than once about the person in the portrait that was hung in the most prominent position on one of the hall¡¯s walls. Yet, his father always kept silent. The person was undoubtedly a woman, but her portrait was ranked higher than the portraits of his other ancestors. It was only once, when drunk, that his father mentioned the person. If I remember correctly, the person in the portrait is¡­ the founder of the Eltek Family. How¡­ is this possible? ¡°Sorry for making you wait.¡± Irene¡¯s voice snapped him out of his confused thoughts. ¡°I went to choose some eggs, and also bought a small sachet of butter. Have you bought the wheat?¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Ferlin replied with his mind elsewhere. Back home, he continued to see the woman¡¯s figure linger in front of his eyes. ¡°Why would I see an ancestor of the Eltek Family when I¡¯m in Border Town?¡± After deliberating for a long time, he decided that he would make a trip back to Longsong Stronghold. When he informed Irene about this plan, she frowned. ¡°Haven¡¯t you severed relations with your family? Why do you want to go back?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ because,¡± he said hesitantly, ¡°because of some matters.¡± ¡°Succession rights?¡± Irene tilted her head and said. ¡°That¡¯s not it. Or is it because of¡­ a woman?¡± ¡°Ugh,¡± Ferlin replied. ¡°That¡¯s impossible!¡± ¡°But your eyes tell me that you are lying.¡± She pressed Morning Light against his chair and looked down at him. ¡°You promised me to be my knight, and I believed that you would not break this promise. That¡¯s why I¡¯m now feeling so curious¡­ What could it be that you cannot tell me about? Remember that in the farmhouse on the outskirts of Longsong Stronghold, we promised not to hide anything from each other.¡± He looked into her clear and beautiful eyes. At all times, she would want to share everything good or bad with him. Despite experiencing so many hardships together, Irene never changed. Ferlin took a deep breath and held her in his arms. In a soft voice, he told her about what he saw. ¡°So that¡¯s what happened.¡± After listening to his story, Irene nodded. ¡°Go.¡± ¡°You¡­ believe me?¡± Reasonably speaking, even he himself would not believe such an absurd tale that an ancestor was still alive. ¡°Of course.¡± She blinked her eyes. ¡°This time, you did not look away.¡± Chapter 374 Chapter 374: Returning Home Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Having separated from the family, it seemed inappropriate for Ferlin to return to the domain of the Elteks. However, he was not doing this to address his own doubts, but instead, for the sake of his father. During that particular banquet, Sir Eltek not only talked about the person in the portrait, but furthermore, in a very emotional speech, he claimed that the Eltek lineage existed only because of her benevolence, which was betrayed by his ancestors. Ferlin did not understand the meaning of the speech at that time, but his father¡¯s expression¡ªwhich showed remorse for his ancestors¡¯ behavior¡ªmade it memorable. Since remorse has been shown, is there a chance to remedy the situation? Perhaps, the woman who I saw is the descendant of my family¡¯s founder. After all, he left his family only because he did not want to separate from Irene. As the eldest son, his family could not accept him marrying a commoner. This was only a difference of choice, and he did not have any other problem with his family. After his marriage, although his father never visited him once, his mother arranged someone to send some daily supplies together with a letter which said that his father had forgiven him. It was because of these reasons that Ferlin decided to return home and tell them about what he saw. Due to the impact of the Months of Demons, the number of ships which travelled between the two lands had significantly reduced. He had to wait three days for a merchant ship that came from the Stronghold, and including the time required to unload the cargo, he would arrive at Longsong Stronghold only in a week¡¯s time. When he finally arrived and got off the ship, Ferlin immediately felt the emptiness of the city. The ground snow was up to his ankles, yet he saw that apart from a few lanes which left different depths of footprints, most of the snow on the streets was flat and even, implying that no one had passed through for a long time. Compared with the crowded Border Town, it was hard to believe that this was actually the largest city in Western Region. The Elteks¡¯ estate was to the north of the Stronghold, and included a village of nearly two thousand acres. If even the Stronghold was this empty, it was, needless to say, more empty in the village. As his coach travelled along the road towards his family¡¯s mansion, he saw bodies of starved people on the way. Every year, if snow started falling early in autumn, most poor people would be caught unprepared without sufficient food and firewood, and approximately half of these people would not be able to hold out till the next spring. Although what he saw was very common during the Months of Demons, Ferlin could never get used to seeing it. After passing through several more scattered huts, Ferlin finally returned to the doorsteps of his family home for the first time in many years. The iron gate in the courtyard was firmly locked, and the front yard was covered with snow. However, the slabs of the walkway were cleared of snow, evidently showing that there was someone in the family who took care of the estate. He knocked on the iron gate forcefully, and after a short while, two guards walked out of the mansion. One of them quickly identified Ferlin and said surprisedly, ¡°You are¡­ Eldest Master.¡± ¡°I want to see Sir Eltek,¡± Ferlin said placidly. Although everyone living in the mansion knew that Morning Light had severed ties with the family, this was after all a matter among the noble family, and hence the guards did not dare to make any decision. The two guards quickly opened the iron gate. One of them led him into the lobby to wait, while the other went to inform the butler. Ferlin did not expect that the first person to rush over would be his younger brother, Miso Eltek. ¡°You don¡¯t belong here anymore. Why are you back?¡± He frowned as he sized up his elder brother. ¡°You walked over here? ¡°Where¡¯s the squire?¡± ¡°I¡¯m no longer a knight.¡± Ferlin laughed. ¡°Naturally, a squire no longer accompanies me.¡± ¡°Ah, I almost forgot that you were brutally defeated by the prince of Border Town and became his prisoner. Has he released you or what?¡± Miso snorted. ¡°Is it because you don¡¯t have money to tide over winter? I can give you a little, but you¡¯ll then have to leave.¡± His brother¡¯s attitude made Ferlin sigh. It was understandable that he would behave this way¡ªMiso Eltek was presently the heir apparent in the family, and naturally did not wish to see him return and cause complications. ¡°I¡¯m not here for money, and have no intention to fight over heirship.¡± Morning Light said in a low voice. ¡°His Highness appointed me to become a teacher, and I¡¯m very satisfied with my current life.¡± ¡°Teacher?¡± Miso looked astonished. ¡°I don¡¯t remember you possessing so much knowledge that you can teach other members of the nobility.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t teach nobles, but rather commoners to read and write.¡± ¡°Teach commoners¡­¡± Miso sneered. ¡°The lie you¡¯re fabricating is getting more interesting. Did that commoner wife make you lose your mind?¡± ¡°Enough!¡± A low groan was heard from behind, causing Miso to tremble. Ferlin looked towards where the sound came from, only to see his father, Sir Eltek. ¡°Ms. Irene isn¡¯t inferior to the nobility. All that she lacks is status. It¡¯s rude to continue talking about it.¡± ¡°Father!¡± Miso cried. Sir Eltek did not pay attention to his younger son. ¡°I heard the guard mention that you have information for me.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Ferlin bowed and said. ¡°Come into my study.¡± ¡­ Ferlin followed his father up to the study on the second floor of the mansion. When he passed through the hall, he took the opportunity to look towards the portrait wall. The blue-haired woman appeared before him once again, looking exactly like she did in the Convenience Market. Compared with the other portraits, her portrait appeared more vivid and elaborately detailed, such that even the mole on the corner of her eye was clearly visible. When they entered the study, his father was the first to speak. ¡°During a theatre performance in autumn, I had the chance to see your wife. Her complexion was excellent, and her acting skills didn¡¯t pale in comparison to Miss May¡¯s. It seems that the two of you are getting along fine.¡± Ferlin suddenly felt his eyes welling up with tears. He did not expect his father to mention this first. After a brief moment of silence, he nodded and said, ¡°Indeed. We have our own house in Border Town and plan to have a child after the Months of Demons.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great.¡± Eltek took a sip from his cup of tea. ¡°It must be difficult to come over from Border Town now. What¡¯s the information?¡± Morning Light checked his emotions and said, ¡°I saw a woman while out in the market. She looked exactly like the person in the large portrait in the hall.¡± The father¡¯s hands trembled and nearly overturned his cup of tea. He raised his head with his eyes widened. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°Her blue hair was rarely seen and her beauty was unmistakable. I¡¯m sure that I didn¡¯t see wrongly.¡± Ferlin replied. ¡°Could she be the descendant of the person in the portrait?¡± ¡°Impossible! That person was¡­¡± He paused and shook his head. ¡°It¡¯s impossible for her to have descendants.¡± ¡°Is¡­ that right?¡± Ferlin looked downwards. ¡°Then maybe I¡¯m wrong.¡± ¡°You rushed all the way here just because of this matter?¡± ¡°Yes, because I remember that you once¡­ expressed your remorse towards her.¡± Sir Eltek lowered his head and pondered for a moment. ¡°Did she really look alike?¡± ¡°Apart from a slight difference in hair length¡­¡± Ferlin recalled. ¡°Everything else was exactly the same.¡± ¡°You know, since I was born, I have only ever seen this hair color in that portrait, hence I paid extra attention.¡± ¡°She couldn¡¯t be a descendant of that person.¡± Sir Eltek said tentatively. ¡°However, she could be the person in the portrait herself.¡± Ferlin almost could not believe what his father was saying. This idea seemed even more inconceivable than his own imagination. ¡°Herself?¡± You mean¡­ she has lived for more than four hundred years?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t want to tell you about this.¡± Sir Eltek stood up and said. ¡°She is a witch after all, hence anything is possible. Follow me.¡± ¡°To where?¡± ¡°The basement. I have a few things to show you.¡± Sir Eltek said slowly. ¡°Our ancestors¡¯ heritage includes a relic that she left behind.¡± Chapter 375 Chapter 375: Last Wish Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Ferlin was not unfamiliar with the basement in the Eltek mansion. When he was young, this place used to be his personal playground. He took immense pleasure in finding all kinds of strange artifacts in the dusty boxes. Of course, for this reason, he was often beaten by his father and was eventually forbidden from entering the basement alone, but he somehow always found a way to sneak in. This time, Sir Eltek led him into the furthest stone room. The four walls of the room were embedded with pale blue crystals which were the size of a fist. Ferlin inhaled a cold breath involuntarily. To his surprise, every block of stone was a high-quality God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. As a young boy, he was unaware of this, but now, he naturally understood the implications. High-quality magic stones were worth a lot of money, and those as big as these were worth at least five or six hundred gold royals each. Is the Eltek Family actually so wealthy? He suddenly recalled that the treasure map was also found in the Elteks¡¯ house. A circle of boxes was placed in the stone room, and the arrangement was similar to the impression in his memory. Sir Eltek took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened the largest box in the circle. Following a loud creaking sound, a cloud of dust kicked up at once. Ferlin held his breath and looked inside the box. The interior was divided into numerous layers, similar to the dressing boxes used by young noble ladies, and on every layer was placed gemstones of different colors. ¡°Which ancestor had passed this down?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve not been here for a very long time.¡± Sir Eltek sighed. ¡°Every time I see these Magic Stones, I would remember the past events which my ancestors told me about.¡± ¡°Magic Stones?¡± Ferlin asked in surprise. ¡°Yes, they are treasures which only witches are able to use.¡± He nodded. ¡°This is a long story. Our family was established under the blessings of a witch.¡± Ferlin¡¯s father started to recount about the family and its history. Some of the details of his story were different to what Ferlin had heard as a child. The first Eltek ancestor was in fact not from Western Region, but instead, from the remote and unexplored Barbarian Land, which was located past the Impassable Mountain Range. Ferlin¡¯s eyes gradually widened. He did not imagine that the portrait could have concealed such an amazing secret. ¡°Our family¡¯s founder, Ancestor Elsa, had once established a huge kingdom together with many other witches. The witches were part of the dominant class, akin to today¡¯s nobility, in the kingdom. It was an offensive by the demons from Hell which brought about the demise of the kingdom. In the final battle, the survivors fled in different directions. Elsa led a group of people towards the stone tower in the Misty Forest to collect experimental materials, while another group of people followed the troops to Graycastle¡ªat that time, the land on which the Kingdom was eventually built was barren and desolate.¡± ¡°Were our ancestors part of the other group?¡± Ferlin asked hoarsely. ¡°Indeed. He used to be the housekeeper of Elsa. Accordingly, he was supposed to follow her into the forest, but he cowered and suggested that he would stay behind to look after the materials. His request was accepted by his master.¡± Sir Eltek spoke in a deep voice. ¡°You should know what this means.¡± Ferlin nodded. The housekeeper was typically the person the master trusted the most in the household apart from her kin. At most times, the housekeeper ought to have accompanied the master wherever she went, unless she commanded otherwise. In a sense, proposing to leave was equivalent to betraying the master even if she did not refuse. ¡°When he arrived at Western Region, he began to feel remorse for what he did, and recorded his sentiments in a book.¡± Sir Eltek took out a black-coated book from another box and handed it to his son. ¡°His master never returned, and after that, he broke off from the Union and left the refugee camp. He took many servants with him and settled down on this piece of land, which was yet to be cultivated.¡± Ferlin grasped the black-coated book without opening it. Instead, he thought of something frightening. ¡°So, does that mean that you knew from the beginning that everything the church did was wrong?¡± If the witches had fought against the demons before, why are they now branded as the Devil¡¯s minions? There¡¯s definitely much more to this than meets the eye. ¡°I knew, but I couldn¡¯t do anything.¡± Sir Eltek said calmly. ¡°If a witch was found in our territory, I would definitely help to hide her. But in the Stronghold, I wasn¡¯t able to do so, because of Duke Ryan¡¯s disagreement¡ªhe hated witches more than the church did. From the records of some of our later ancestors, it¡¯s evident that they did the same thing as me¡­ except that they never informed the survivors about what happened in the witches¡¯ kingdom.¡± ¡°Are these survivors still in the household?¡± ¡°Of course not, they¡¯re all in their graves already.¡± He spread his hands. ¡°It was very rare to live until 60 or 70 years of age, and being humans after all, they aged and passed away.¡± ¡°But you believe that our first ancestor could still be living.¡± ¡°This is only a possibility¡ªwitches have many different abilities but are unable to breed children, hence I made this supposition.¡± Ferlin pondered for a brief moment and then changed the subject. ¡°Did our ancestors never think of entering the Misty Forest to find Ancestor Elsa?¡± ¡°Easier said than done.¡± His father shook his head. ¡°If even witches were unable to return safely, ordinary mortals entering the forest would simply be courting death. Furthermore, four hundred years ago, the Western Region was a wasteland with beasts and jungles everywhere. It was extremely difficult to settle down upon, and hence there wasn¡¯t time to take care of other issues. However, our ancestors did indeed write in their wills that they hoped that someday a descendant would enter the stone tower of the Misty Forest, even if it was just to take a look.¡± Morning Light inhaled a deep breath and flipped open the dust-laden book. From the very first page, he already felt a sense of regret written between the lines. Much of the writing had faded over time, but perhaps because of this reason, the heavy feelings of his ancestors became even more pronounced. After reading for a long time, he finally flipped to the last page of the book where the wills, which seemed more like unfulfilled wishes, were written. This was, in all likelihood, the page which made his father become emotional on that night when he was drunk. As a former knight himself, he could empathize with this. ¡°Do you need me to find her?¡± Ferlin asked after a brief silence. ¡°If she¡¯s indeed Elsa, then she must be staying at the prince¡¯s castle, and as far as I know, many witches are also gathered there.¡± ¡°Witches are gathered in the castle?¡± The knight responded while deep in thought. ¡°Little wonder that Longsong Stronghold made an announcement to recruit witches a few days ago. It seems that His Highness is intent on becoming an enemy of the church.¡± Then, he shook his head. ¡°No, you don¡¯t have to find her.¡± Ferlin felt surprised. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to see her?¡± ¡°It¡¯s wrong for an ancestor to visit a descendant.¡± Sir Eltek laughed. ¡°Of course, we should be the ones to visit her.¡± ¡°W¡­we?¡± ¡°Indeed. I¡¯m following you to Border Town.¡± His father stroked his chin and smiled. ¡°Bring all of these things. If she¡¯s really Elsa, our ancestors¡¯ last wish may finally be fulfilled.¡± Chapter 376 Chapter 376: The Castle¡¯s new facilities Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡°What are they?¡± Andrea asked while chewing on the dried fish. The prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle was tossing about something new again. He spliced sections of brass together, having Anna melt the joint and Soraya wrap a soft layer of magic coating around it. At first sight, they looked like the water pipes installed in the bathroom, but they were much larger in size and each of them was about the size of a human thigh. It was impossible for a man to move it without the help of Hummingbird, who reduced the weight. Yet, the brass was not installed only in one or two rooms but horizontally throughout the whole castle and the Witches¡¯ House. It entered from the corner of the room, connecting with a strange metal louver along the bottom of the wall, crossed the next room and joined with the longitudinal pipe at the very end. This large project attracted a lot of witches to surround and watch it, in which the witches from both the Sleeping Island and the Witch Union showed great interest. ¡°Any guesses?¡± Roland smiled mysteriously and said, ¡°If you get it right, an extra ice cream bread for dinner.¡± Ice cream bread! This caught Andrea¡¯s attention. It was the most amazing food here, a layer of sweet ice cream stuffed in two slices of toasted bread. It had never been heard of before in the Kingdom of Dawn. She instantly fell in love with the delicacy the moment she tried it. Despite being teased by Ashes repeatedly, she would still eat it. Otherwise, watching it being left on the plate would still be nothing short of torture to her. ¡°Does this supply water to rooms?¡± Ashes frowned. ¡°Of course not.¡± Andrea pouted to herself. Copper was not cheap. Since the small pipes in the bathroom could distribute water, why use such a huge one? However, considering she was always teased by Ashes¡¯ jeers of ¡°who was the one who said the food from the past was the most delicious¡±, which she had indeed once said in front of Tilly and could not deny, Andrea could only pretend that she did not hear such superficial words. ¡°What a shallow opinion. Who needs such a big pipe for water supply?¡± someone said behind Andrea, ¡°His Highness would never do such a pointless thing.¡± Incisive! That was exactly what Andrea was thinking. Her spirit was lifted right away. No one else would dare to use such a tone to talk to an Extraordinary other than herself and Miss Nightingale from the Witch Union. She turned around and saw a woman looking at Ashes in disdain, with her chin being lifted to just the right angle. This is the expression the nobility should use! Andrea secretly praised this mysterious woman who was the most cordial witch she had met since she came to Border Town. Nightingale showed her extraordinary skills during the rescue of the witch in the relic. She was also from a noble background, and even her hair color was similar to Andrea¡¯s. In the battles against the demonic hybrids on the city wall, Nightingale had recognized her ability and shared dried fish with her. She was just acting like a noble. Most importantly, she didn¡¯t like Ashes at all. Andrea didn¡¯t know how Ashes offended Nightingale when she first came to Border Town, but wasn¡¯t it true that the enemies my enemy was my friend? Not to mention that her character was very compatible with Andrea herself. ¡°You¡¯re talking as if you know the answer,¡± Ashes shrugged and said. ¡°Of course, I know,¡± Nightingale grinned and said, ¡°I¡¯ve been in the office when His Highness was drafting the design drawings. All of his plans were drafted in front of my very eyes.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not fair!¡± Mystery Moon muttered. ¡°She doesn¡¯t take part in the examinations though,¡± said the prince. The prince¡¯s words made Nightingale¡¯s proud expression stupefied right away. ¡°A hint for you all, these pipes are only parts of the system and you may want to look elsewhere in order to better figure out the answer.¡± ¡°Goo!¡± Maggie flew out of the room with Lightning immediately, the other witches were not far behind. Everyone had scattered away, trying to have a look at the pipe. Andrea fell behind everyone else on purpose. When everyone left, she winked at Nightingale and called her out to the door. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Andrea whispered, ¡°I¡¯ll share half of the dinner bread with you if I got it right.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know either.¡± Nightingale¡¯s reply shocked her. ¡°But you just said that you had gone through all the designs, didn¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Yeah, just like Natural Science Theoretical Foundation, even if you understand the individual words on it, can you understand them when they¡¯re put together? ¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Andrea opened her mouth but she found that she was quite right. She had tried the book herself and found that it was just like hieroglyphics. ¡°I¡¯m afraid only Anna has the ability to understand His Highness¡¯ intention by simply looking at his drawings,¡± Nightingale said, ¡°If you ask her, she¡¯ll definitely tell you the answer.¡± After Nightingale left, Andrea hesitated for a while and finally didn¡¯t call for Anna to come out from the room. It was not being reserved or embarrassed, but rather¡­ out of respect. She was not afraid of the heinous criminals nor the cruel Verdict Army, but she was in awe of such a girl less than twenty. She remembered when she passed by the prince¡¯s office once and overheard the conversation of Anna and His Highness. Their conversation still brought her goosebumps now. Those strange terms like the high angle calculation, orbit-trimming with drop-point parameters and the conversion from kinetic energy to potential energy in an ideal state, all made her rooted to the spot immediately. The were both witches, but why Anna could fluently speak such terms that Andrea didn¡¯t understand at all? From that moment onwards, Andrea had an extended admiration towards Anna. She thought that Anna was a totally different type of person from herself but at the same level with Lady Tilly instead. Since she could not ask for the answer, she could only rely on herself. Andrea went around to explore each of the rooms according to His Highness¡¯ advice. She found that there was a rectangular metal railing separating the pipes in the room that had completed the installation as if it was to prevent anyone from touching the pipes. Upon seeing this, she thought, if it wasn¡¯t for the presence of barbarians like Ashes, even if someone touched them it probably wouldn¡¯t be a big deal. Thinking of what Nightingale said¡ª¡±His Highness will never do such a pointless thing¡±, Andrea thought that these metal railings should have their own functions. She had a new discovery when she came to the first floor of the Witch House. There was a newly built bungalow between the castle and the Witch House and that was where the copper pipes leading to the two buildings extended. There was a huge iron box in the house, it was hollow at the bottom half of the box and there was a huge chimney on the top¡­ It looked almost like a cooking stove. And she saw a pipe connected directly to the well in the yard, which looked rather similar to the water supply system in the water tower. Wait¡­ Was it supposed to be used for boiling water? If the pipes were used for hot water distribution, there was no need to be such humongous at all. Andrea still couldn¡¯t understand what it was for after a long contemplation. His Highness gathered all the witches in the hall before dinner. He smiled and said, ¡°The heating system in the castle is officially launched from today.¡± ¡°Heating system?¡± Ashes puzzled. ¡°Yes. Water will be boiled in the boiler, and the high-temperature steam will enter the rooms through the pipes and increase the temperature there, as long as the doors and windows are closed, the whole room can be warmed up pretty quickly,¡± Prince explained, ¡°comparing to fire barrels that are too heavy to move and require a good air flow to prevent anthracemia. The new heating system doesn¡¯t have such concerns at all. It¡¯ll make you feel as warm as in spring while sleeping.¡± When the debug ends, the residential area will be gradually equipped with such heating system.¡± ¡°Next, the ice cream bread winners are, in addition to Anna, Soraya and Hummingbird who were participating in the installation of the heating system, there was only one person who guessed it right. And, it was¡­ Tilly!¡± Andrea helplessly stared at Lady Tilly who was smiling while eating the delicious dinner, completely losing her reserved manner of a noble. Chapter 377 Chapter 377: Under Low Temperatures Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C The boiler heating system was not too complicated and essentially just involved boiling the water and distributing the heat through pipes and radiators into the rooms. The heat could be carried by water or steam, and Roland preferred the latter because it had a higher temperature and was more convenient. As long as the boiler kept on running, the steam pressure would fill the pipes with hot water droplets without the help of a pump. Of course, there were also shortcomings to a steam heating system. The pipes were always under very high pressure, so weak infrastructure could cause leakages or even explosions. The steam would reach temperatures of 200 to 300 degrees Celsius, making it extremely damaging to human flesh and thus raising the safety standards for the steam heating system. Anna¡¯s Blackfire welding technique, combined with Soraya¡¯s coating, guaranteed system integrity and reduced these risks to a minimum. Roland also installed an automatic valve on the boiler, which had the same mechanical principles as the centrifugal governor on a steam engine . When the furnace pressure was too high, the high-speed rotation of the flywheel would pull the valve upwards, releasing steam and lowering pressure. The last safety measure was located between the boiler and the two main heating pipes. Roland asked Anna to carve several grooves around the connecting copper pipe in order to decrease its strength, just like in the design of tin cans. Even if the pressure valve failed to turn on, the explosion would still be contained in the boiler and would not harm anyone in the room. The castle was completely transformed after the heating system was up and running. The witches¡¯ thick winter clothes were replaced with unlined fall garments. Watching the girls talking and laughing in their colorful attire greatly increased Roland¡¯s motivation to work. Of course, these facilities could only act as a supplement to their lifestyle and help create a better working environment. His next task was much more important and decided the future of the Western Region. He had to find a way to produce synthetic ammonia and reduce dependence on nitrate, which would allow chemical explosive production to reach new heights and satisfy the amount required to use automatic firing weapons. If he could achieve this by the end of the winter, it would undoubtedly serve him well in his planned offensive in the spring. Roland summoned Kyle Sichi and Agatha to his office. ¡°How have you two been working together during these past few days?¡± he asked with a smile on his face. Kyle Sichi was the Chief Alchemist of Border Town, but besides his love for alchemy, he hardly cared about people¡¯s feelings or opinions. On the other hand, Agatha came from the Witch Kingdom from four centuries ago and was a proud member of the Quest Society, the kingdom¡¯s most prestigious research institution. Both of them were straight talkers and had highly reactionary personalities. Roland was often worried that they might fight, but he needed them to work together to produce nitro-explosives and ammonia. Thus, he had to personally check in with them, because if they argued, only he would be able to work things out. ¡°Very well.¡± Kyle¡¯s words shocked Roland. ¡°Miss Agatha¡¯s abilities are of great help to my experiments. I¡¯ve found the stable synthesis temperature of nitration glycerol, and there have been no problems with laboratory preparation, so we¡¯re currently testing the possibility of industrial production. None of this would be possible without the ice cups¡­ Oh, forgive me, I was so busy that I forgot to inform you of this. ¡± He paused and said, ¡°By the way, if you called me here to ask about this, can I return to my laboratory now? I still have many things to do.¡± ¡°Um¡­ is that so?¡± Roland looked towards Agatha, and she nodded. ¡°Sir Kyle has an extraordinary amount of knowledge, especially in regards to the elements, which is somewhat similar to that of the Quest Society. We¡¯re cooperating very nicely, and if he was in Taquila, he would definitely have been accepted by the Union.¡± ¡°Was it actually easier for two straight talkers to get along? It seems I was worried for nothing. But why does the chief alchemist more respectful towards the witch than towards me? How sad¡­¡± Roland thought to himself and cleared his throat. ¡°Then I¡¯m relieved. I gathered you here to assign you some new research. ¡± ¡°Please.¡± Kyle perked up as soon as he heard the word ¡°research¡±. ¡°As I said before, there are many different gases in the air, and it¡¯s time we start using them. According to ¡®Elementary Chemistry¡¯, oxygen and nitrogen make up 99% of the air, and I need to separate these two gases for chemical production,¡± Roland explained. Kyle contemplated for a moment. ¡°Do you mean we should separate them by using their different characteristics, such as their different boiling points and melting points?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Condense and then reheat the gases. As the boiling point of nitrogen is lower than oxygen, it can be distilled from the liquid first. Since the temperature needed is far below the freezing point for water, the experiment is difficult to conduct with conventional methods, so Agatha¡¯s abilities are crucial.¡± ¡°Turning air into liquid,¡± Kyle said, stroking his beard. ¡°It sounds very interesting.¡± ¡°If the temperature was brought low enough, they could freeze into solids,¡± Roland smiled and said. The alchemist probably never dreamed that the seemingly elusive gas could be held in a person¡¯s hands ¨C as long as adequate anti-frostbite measures were taken. Agatha asked confusedly, ¡°I flipped through the same book a little, but I didn¡¯t see anything about air being frozen into a variety of gases.¡± ¡°It¡¯s difficult to distinguish them with the naked eye because they are mixed together and show no distinct layers,¡± Rolland explained. ¡°The first step is to eliminate carbon dioxide, which has the highest freezing point, but it makes up a very small percentage of air, so you wouldn¡¯t even notice its solid form. Next, oxygen and nitrogen would fuse together to give off a light blue hue. If you don¡¯t separate it, it would look like a pure substance, but liquid nitrogen is actually colorless.¡± ¡°What should we do?¡± ¡°First, prepare the distillation vessel.¡± The prince grinned. ¡°This is a very important project.¡± There was no doubt that depending on Agatha alone would not be enough. Glass could easily break under repeated temperature changes, so the vessels for the liquid air could only be made of steel. This was not difficult for Anna, but the closed shell would make it impossible to see the liquefied air changing during the heating process. Therefore, Sylvie¡¯s Eye of Magic was necessary to observe the situation inside of the vessel. Then, Agatha would record the magic consumption at the boiling point of nitrogen, as well as the stable production temperatures. Preparation alone took three days. When the vessel was completed, Roland went to the chemistry laboratory to personally oversee the town¡¯s first oxygen-nitrogen separation experiment. Chapter 378 Chapter 378: Oxygen and Nitrogen Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Agatha, Sylvie, Chavez and Kyle Sichi would conduct the experiment. Carter, Iron Axe, Barov and all the other witches of the Witch Union were also required by Roland to come to the lab, as it was an experiment of great practical and educational significance. The fifth laboratory was chosen for this event, given that it was the largest lab and had enough space for the two dozen people. Considering the experiment was the first of its kind, Roland had built a tower-shaped vessel which was only as tall as a man with a diameter of one meter instead of a giant fractionation vessel. The inside of the vessel was divided into three parts. The air would enter the vessel through the bottom part and come out through the two parts above. Before separating the air, Roland gave them a simple lecture on chemistry, telling them what was going to happen and putting forward a few questions for them to think about and try to answer. It was a trick frequently used by chemistry teachers to intrigue their students and enhance the effects of the lesson. ¡°¡­ theoretically, when Agatha cools down the vessel and brings down its internal temperature, the air inside will gradually be condensed into liquid, and drip down into the bottom of the vessel through the holes in the plate. So when you see liquid at the bottom, please let us know.¡± Roland explained to Sylvie in detail, because no one except her could directly see into the vessel and describe the changes happening inside. Sylvie nodded somewhat skeptically, ¡°Will I really see liquid appear? Will it not be only the water vapor inside the vessel?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s different. The liquefied air is light blue, completely different from water vapor.¡± Roland shook his head and explained further, ¡°Plus, at that temperature, the water vapor will be solidified into ice crystals long before the air.¡± Then he made a gesture toward Agatha and said, ¡°Let¡¯s get started.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ Do we not have to plug up the hole in the vessel¡¯s bottom now?¡± she asked. ¡°Block it up later. Otherwise, the vessel won¡¯t have enough air inside to bring about significant changes.¡± As this was only an experiment, he chose the easiest way for air intake¡ªwhen the air temperature inside the vessel was rapidly lowered, the internal pressure would fall, and thereby draw the air into the vessel. In mass production, cooling down the air cost too much energy and the cool air would run off continuously. Therefore, this cooling method was considered inefficient and rarely applied in practice. However, Agatha¡¯s magic power could bring down the vessel¡¯s temperature more efficiently than any refrigerators, saving Roland the trouble to prepare an air pump. Agatha took a deep breath and pressed her hands onto the fractionation vessel. About half a minute later, whistling sounds could be clearly heard as the air was rapidly passing through the air intake pipe. White frost could be seen by the naked eye around the pipe hole, and its area gradually expanded¡ªthe water in the air nearby was quickly solidified, and then adhered to the vessel. Anna turned her Blackfire into threads to clean up these continuously thickening ice crystals. ¡°I see some liquid appearing on the plate, but there¡¯s more white frost inside.¡± Sylvie said in an amazement a moment later. ¡°The white frost may be the solidified water vapor or the crystallized carbon dioxide,¡± explained Roland. ¡°Considering that there¡¯s only a small portion of carbon dioxide in the air, most of it should be solidified water vapor.¡± In normal production, air must be dried out first before being sucked into the fractionating vessel. Otherwise, the solidified water vapor would block the parting plates and the holes, and thus decrease the production efficiency. Several minutes later, Sylvie reported to Roland that the bottom part of the vessel had been filled with light blue liquid. Roland immediately instructed Soraya to block the holes in the air intake pipe and seal them with coatings. The next thing to do was heat the vessel, a crucial step in this experiment. When the liquefied air was heated, the nitrogen would first reach its boiling point, vaporize and run off due to the different boiling points of nitrogen and oxygen. In this way the two could be separated. Due to the fact that Roland forgot the exact temperature at which nitrogen reached its boiling point, and that he had no way to measure it either, it all depended on Agatha to control the temperature. If she managed to heat the fractionation vessel to the right temperature, the nitrogen gas would come out via the exhaust pipe and the liquid in the bottom part would grow bluer and bluer, with an increasing purity of oxygen. Fortunately, Agatha was familiar with magic power control. She accurately adjusted the cooling range, increasing the temperature slowly. After a while, Sylvie observed that the liquid was boiling. She saw bubbles around the coating pipe which was plunged into the water. At the same time, Keymor quickly collected several bottles of gas, using the drainage gas-gathering method. ¡°This is nitrogen?¡± Lily twitched her lips and said, ¡°I can¡¯t see anything at all.¡± ¡°That¡¯s exactly the first question I put forward earlier,¡± Roland said, ¡°How do we prove it¡¯s different from the air?¡± ¡°Test it with a piece of burning wood,¡± Tilly answered first, ¡°it¡¯ll extinguish the fire instantly if it¡¯s nitrogen. According to Elementary Chemistry, everything requires oxygen to burn.¡± ¡°Cool it down again and condense it back into liquid,¡± Agatha said after thinking for a while, ¡°Didn¡¯t you say that liquefied nitrogen is colorless?¡± ¡°How about pouring out the remaining liquid in the vessel and proving it¡¯s pure oxygen? By doing so we can verify the diversity of air composition.¡± Anna suggested. In the lab, only a few quick learners eagerly proposed different methods and began a heated discussion, while the others remained silent. Roland looked around and found Nightingale, Andrea, Maggie, the City Hall Director and the Chief Knight Carter all seeming confused and at a loss. Iron Axe, the commander of the First Army, on the other hand, always maintained the same facial expression. Roland believed that Iron Axe would probably give him a nod no matter what he said. Roland sighed silently. ¡°It looks like this chemistry lecture is a little above their level.¡± Perhaps the only ones who could really share His Highness¡¯s happiness at this moment would be Kyle Sichi and Chavez. ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s really¡­ amazing,¡± the young alchemist exclaimed, ¡°and you¡¯ve proven what¡¯s written in the Elementary Chemistry is true. I¡¯m afraid it has never occurred to alchemists that even the air around us is so complicated.¡± ¡°With pure oxygen, it¡¯s possible to observe more intense oxidation reactions, right? I have a lot more experiments to try out now.¡± Kyle said in excitement. Roland nodded and an idea suddenly jumped into his head. Nitrogen was the most important raw material for synthetic ammonia. It can react with hydrogen at a high temperature and under high pressure to form ammonia that can be used to manufacture nitrogenous fertilizer and synthesize nitrogen oxides, which can be further used to produce nitric acid. However, in order to carry out this plan, much work needed to be done and many pieces of equipment needed to be built, such as air pumps and vacuum gasholders. Even if Paper has the magic power to work as a catalyst, it would require repeated testing. Now, with pure oxygen and pure nitrogen, why not try to produce nitrogen monoxide? The reaction of oxygen and nitrogen in nature wasn¡¯t an automatic one because it was an exothermic reaction that required external energy, such as an electric discharge in which an electric arc can instantly heat the air up to a temperature of thousands of degrees. That¡¯s why places where thunder and lightning frequently occurred had more fertile lands, and why ammonia was often used instead to produce nitric acid in the chemical industry. The electrical method of production was not a common practice as it costed too much energy and required extremely high-quality equipment. Yet it was the most efficient method in case of an emergency, as it didn¡¯t even require any catalyst, simply constant electric discharge¡­ in fact, any other means that produce the extremely high temperatures that electric arcs can achieve will do. Roland naturally thought of Blackfire. He was sure that it was easy for Anna to manipulate her Blackfire, which worked as an efficient and powerful electric discharge. Now all they needed to do to produce nitrogen monoxide was mix purified oxygen and purified nitrogen in the proper proportions and pour the mixture into an airtight reactor. He decided to give it a try. Chapter 379 Chapter 379: Attack Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡°Move faster!¡± ¡°Keep your hands steady. Insert the bullets into the cartridge one at a time!¡± ¡°Your teammates at the front need you to act quickly. Otherwise, you¡¯ll give the enemy the chance to approach and kill you!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t look at other places. Stay focused on the job in your hands!¡± ¡°As long as your teammates are still shooting, you just keep on reloading!¡± In the First Army¡¯s military camp, Lord Brian was loudly urging the new recruits to practice, and Nail was one of them. He was not newly recruited, but instead a veteran in the First Army. After the Militia defeated the demonic beasts under the leadership of His Highness, he joined the army at Iron Head¡¯s strong recommendation. In Iron Head¡¯s words, it was much more promising to carry a flintlock to fight and protect His Highness and Miss Nana than to spend the rest of his life mining in the pit. Not long after Nail joined the Militia, they were reorganized into the First Army. Guided by Prince Roland and Lord Iron Axe, the army in which he served defeated not only demonic beasts but also great nobles whom he used to regard as unbeatable. They overthrew Duke Ryan and even prevented the troops of Timothy, the new king, from setting foot in Border Town. After those battles, Nail was promoted to a team leader in the Flintlock Squad. However, according to the First Army¡¯s tradition, whenever a large number of new recruits came, some veterans would be chosen to join the newly formed platoon. They would live and eat together with the new recruits and accompany them in practices, as their instructors. When knowing he was chosen for this instructor job, Nail was at first not willing to take it. He was just reluctant to leave the front line and his familiar battle companions, but thinking of the veterans who had helped him when he was a new recruit in the Militia, he had no choice but to accept this task. At that time, the instructor in his squad had been Lord Brian, who now was the commander of the First Battalion in the Flintlock Squad. Nail hoped that one day, he would be someone like Lord Brian, wearing a medal bestowed by His Highness and giving commands to nearly a thousand soldiers. Iron Head was right. ¡°This job is far more promising than operating a steam engine in front of a mining pit.¡± ¡°My lord, how long do we have to continue with this practice?¡± A young man in his platoon grumbled. ¡°It¡¯s still snowing.¡± ¡°Keep practicing until you can finish the reloading in about half a minute with your eyes closed,¡± Nail stopped in front of him and said. ¡°You¡¯re Haimon, right? Remember to say ¡®Report¡¯ before you speak. That¡¯s a rule in the First Army! ¡± ¡°Report,¡± shouted a little man next to Haimon, with his hands filling the loader all the time, ¡°do we have eggs for dinner tonight?¡± Hearing this question, many soldiers in the platoon started to lick their lips. Nail could not help but grin. He understood aside from the two weeks¡¯ strict military training, sufficient food supply was also an important factor to keep these new soldiers from the Northern and the Southern Territory well disciplined even on such a snowy day. They had oatmeal and salty dried meat for every meal, and sometimes a piece of pickled fish or even an egg. Yet eggs were only provided after a battle against demonic beasts or a field training. ¡°Well, you¡¯d better ask demonic beasts whether or not they¡¯re coming to Border Town today.¡± Nail shrugged. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Al Bitter, my lord,¡± answered the little man. ¡°It takes you almost half a day to insert one bullet. My next-door neighbor, an old lady, is far more nimble than you,¡± Nail suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously. ¡°If you can¡¯t improve when today¡¯s training is over, I¡¯ll cancel your share of oatmeal and meat, let alone the eggs!¡± The new soldiers immediately lowered their heads and focused. No one wanted to be punished like that. Just at the moment, the bell on the city wall tolled rapidly. Demonic beasts were coming. ¡°Stop practicing!¡± Brian shouted, ¡°Instructors lead your men into the city wall area. Get ready to fight!¡± ¡°Have you heard it?¡± Nail urged. ¡°Carry your ammunition, everyone. Line up and go up to the top of the city wall, as what you did in the training. Our position is the fourth section of the city wall. Move quickly!¡± ¡°The new soldiers now do get a chance to have eggs for dinner tonight.¡± Nail thought in secret. ¡­ After arriving at their position, Nail saw the Flintlock Squad was ready. Seeing the dark shadows gradually approaching, he calmly did the last fire check and instructed his men to mount the guns upon the wall piers. Nail somehow felt a little disappointed. He himself could have given those beasts a hard strike with his revolving rifle. The bullets were filled into the loaders one by one and then put at handy places that the soldiers at the front could easily reach. There were one to two people responsible for loading behind each veteran. If necessary, the veterans could fire five bullets in a shot. The new weapons were much more powerful than previously-used flintlocks. ¡°Look! Here comes the witches!¡± Haimon whispered. ¡°They¡¯re so¡­ pretty.¡± Al Bitter murmured. ¡°Before I came here, I only heard about them via the church and thought they were ugly and dreadful.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the only thing you¡¯ve noticed?¡± Haimon grunted. ¡°Don¡¯t you remember the witch carrying a big sword? The girl could chop and kill demonic hybrids. Oh! If only I had powers like that.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s truly the power of demons¡­¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± Nailed shouted loudly. ¡°Miss Nana is also a witch. You think she¡¯s a demon?¡± Then he lowered his voice and said, ¡°Miss Nana is our town¡¯s angel. The power she has is the power of gods, understood? If you dare say anything like that in front of any veteran in the First Army, I promise you¡¯ll be beaten up really badly. Now focus on the reloading. It¡¯s not practice!¡± After shouting at the two gabby guys, he cast a glance at the coming demonic beasts, ¡°They look almost the same as the ones that have come before. It appears to be a short battle¡­ Wait, what¡¯s that?¡± There seemed to be a giant figure among the dark shadows, something like a tortoiseshell Siege Beast, but it seemed much bigger and faster. When it came closer, Nail could not help but stare at it. It was a super giant demonic beast that he had never ever seen! Its huge tusks were almost thicker than a human¡¯s body, like sickles sticking straight up. Its four legs looked like pillars of rock, kicking up layers of snow mists. At each step of its running, the earth beneath its feet trembled. The city walls of more than four meters in height was even lower than its jaw. If the beast ran into the wall, this mud wall would probably crack into pieces. The artillerymen! There was no doubt that flintclocks had very limited influence on such a giant monster, but only the big equipment of the artillerymen was able to stop it! The new culverins mounted upon the sixth section of the city walls were the most powerful artillery equipment they had. At that moment, the new recruits started to scream in fright, ¡°Good God. Look! What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Gods have mercy on us. Is it a demon from the Hell?¡± ¡°Close your mouth and focus on what you should do!¡± Nail swallowed the lump in the throat and looked at the new cannons at the sixth section of the city wall. The barrel, which reflected the silver light, slowly turned around and projected in the direction of the giant monster. Then bright flames were shot into the air, and the cannons thundered and boomed! Chapter 380 Chapter 380: Flesh and Blood Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Nail felt his heart suddenly in his throat. At that moment, time seemed to slow down. He stared at the giant demonic beast without a blink, while at the same time prayed in secret that the new cannons could hit the target. However, the demonic beast was still safe and sound, rushing forward by the time he started to breathe again. About half a minute later, a snow column was kicked up far away from the monster. This is gonna be bad. Nail¡¯s heart suddenly sank. As the monster was not coming toward the sixth section of the city wall, it left an included angle between the cannons. The artillery unit had to constantly adjust the angle of the culverin, while at the same time also estimate how fast the beast was moving and fire in advance. Otherwise, the shell would land somewhere behind the target just like what was happening now. Based on the firing rate of the field artillery, they only had one last chance before the monster broke into the city wall! Nail had already been able to see the thick fur that covered the enemy¡¯s body, as well as its huge crimson mouth beneath the tusks. Witches were coming in this direction, apparently planning to stop this monster. Yet the four of them altogether was not even as big as the beast¡¯s one leg. Were they able to succeed with pure magic? He was so anxious and worried that he even wanted to run to the sixth section of the city wall and remind the cannon team to aim forward. However, since there were supervisors standing on both sides at each section of the city wall, he eventually suppressed this impulse¡ªhe would be very likely accused of being a coward if he left his post now without permission. Lord Iron Axe had stated repeatedly that behaviors that would break down the line of defense were absolutely forbidden. Once such a person was discovered, the supervising team could directly shoot him down. The demonic beast running at the very front had already entered the shooting range of the revolving rifles. There was a series of cracking shooting sounds upon the city wall. Nail had no choice but to continue with his mission, putting the already prepared loaders one by one next to the shooters. Just at that moment, there was a second ground-shaking roar, which was less than half a minute after the first firing of the culverin. ¡°That¡­ fast!?¡± Nail looked at the sixth section of the city wall in great surprise. The smoke above the muzzle had not completely disappeared and some smoke was continuously running out of it, making the cannon look like a litten silver pipe. Nevertheless, what was shocking was yet to come. He had not even had time to notice whether the enemy was shot or not when the dazzling blazes appeared again. The third firing! Good Lord. Don¡¯t they need to load the shells? Nail only saw four or five people busy working at the rear of the barrel, but none approaching the muzzle. It appeared that entirely different from the short thick field artillery, this new cannon could fire in succession like a revolving rifle! This time the firing was effective. Nail did not see the shell entering the monster¡¯s body. What he first noticed was a mass of blood mist bursting out from one side of the giant demonic beast. Aside from the black blood that spilled over, there were also furry skins torn apart, as well as large pieces of flesh. The demonic beast suddenly quivered. Its entire body seemed to be flattened a little bit, and there were streaks of crinkles showing up on its thick furry skins like the ripples on the water surface¡ªbut he was not sure whether it was an illusion, because in the next minute, the sunken body restored to normal again, except for the eye balls of the monster, which had been pushed forward when the body was flattened. Meanwhile the eye balls ejected something thick and sluggish in black and white. With a dull crashing sound, the giant beast fell all its length onto the ground, lying on its side even without an agonal growl. It was until then that Nail found where the shell hit¡ªthere was a big hole close to the beast¡¯s neck. It was so insignificant compared with its robust body that it was hard to relate the hole with the fatal shot that occurred just now. Strands of smoke was coming out of the hole, and the furry skins around it were blackened. The monster from the Hell just died like this? Nail could no longer restrain the excitement in his heart, but vent out all his earlier anxiety with a roar. ¡°Long live His Highness!¡± Even such a terrifying and fierce enemy could not possibly resist the powerful weapon invented by His Highness! Apart from that new cannon, he could not even think of any other ways to kill this huge hybrid demonic beast¡ªeven if a witch could manage to do so, it would not be such a clean shot. Thinking further, he could say that His Highness, in a way, had granted them a supreme power comparable to witches¡¯! His shout, like an introduction, was responded by more people and it soon created an uproar among others. At first only the new recruits responded with loud shouts, but later even the veterans could not help clenching their fists. There were loud cheers bursting out from the top of the city walls. ¡°Long live His Highness!¡± ******************* Roland was only informed that the beast was killed by the new cannon after the battle was over. He put on a woolen coat and hurried to the West Wall. The demonic beast¡¯s gigantic body was still lying quietly in the snow, with its black blood melting the snow around it into a pool of black water. It seemed that no matter how horrible these monsters might look like, they were after all carbon based organism. When faced with ammunition and steels, they were as weak as a piece of thin paper. This solid pointed shell rolled over due to the loss of its stability after being projected into the beast¡¯s body, and thus transmitted its kinetic energy throughout the entire torso, and finally went through the body while swirling¡ªas it could be seen from the scene, the other side of the beast¡¯s body was completely torn, with the internal organs and broken bones scattered around. Even its head, which was the hardest part of all, was shattered by the vibrating energy and collapsed in total. However, he still felt a little concerned. ¡°The bone strength of creatures has a limit. This beast is apparently several times bigger than an elephant. How does it support its body without being crushed by its own weight? This is the exactly why terricolous animals have much smaller body builds than marine lives, as they can¡¯t overcome the pull of the gravity.¡± Would it have anything to do with the magic power? He remembered Nightingale once said she could see there were magic powers flowing inside some of the hybrid demonic beasts¡¯ bodies. ¡°How¡­ could this be possible?¡± Agatha who arrived later had her eyes wide open, ¡°Isn¡¯t this the Fearful Beast of Hell?¡± ¡°What¡®s that? Is that the name of the hybrid demonic beast?¡± Roland asked curiously, ¡°It has also shown up at the Fertile Plains before?¡± ¡°Yes, and when they showed up in group, they were difficult enemies to both witches and demons. Many cities and towns were devastated by the Fearful Beasts of Hell,¡± Agatha¡¯s voice sounded a little dry, ¡°However, they could only be seen when the arrival of the Bloody Moon was drawing near.¡± ¡°The arrival of¡­ the Bloody Moon?¡± Roland suddenly remembered what was written in the ancient book, ¡°When there was a Bloody Moon in the sky, the Gates of Hell would open once again.¡± He frowned and asked, ¡°What does that mean?¡± ¡°This was a record passing down since the first Battle of Divine Will when the magic power was the strongest. The appearance of witches would bring another peak in magic power, but likewise, demons and demonic beasts would also be extremely powerful.¡± Agatha said nervously, ¡°I¡¯ve perused the history book you gave me. Based on the years, I deduce that there¡¯re still at least 20 to 50 years before the arrival of the Bloody Moon. It¡¯s impossible to see such monsters.¡± ¡°But it has still appeared,¡± said Roland in a deep voice, ¡°What does it mean?¡± ¡°It means that we don¡¯t have much time left.¡± Chapter 381 Chapter 381: Evelyn¡¯s Resolution Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C Roland was frightened by the sentence ¡°we don¡¯t have much time left¡±, but he was a bit relieved after hearing the full explanation. ¡°Don¡¯t stop in the halfway. It sounds scary.¡± ¡°You think five years is a long time?¡± Agatha frowned and said, ¡°The timing was accurate at the first and the second Battles of Divine Will. I don¡¯t know why the cycle has now been shorten, and¡­ it may become even shorter.¡± ¡°I thought you would say the Bloody Moon would come this winter,¡± Roland shrugged and replied. According to the current research and development plan, he would be able to universalize the new firearms throughout the whole army in one year. As long as the enemies were not impervious to blades and spears, they still had a chance to win the war. The only thing he needed to pay attention to was that the construction of the territory should be developed to an extent where it was able to support a long lasting war. This required its land, population and resources to be all at a high level, and that the territory had sufficient strategic depth to allow people to retreat temporarily and recover upon a defeat. Therefore, the difficulty did not lie in weapons, but in the establishment of two to three industrial cities to constantly provide population, ammunition and food. Logistics guaranteed a victory, while staff guaranteed logistics. In the end, he found what he needed most were still reliable leaders, cadres and clerks. Without these, even he had unified the Kingdom of Graycastle, he still could not integrate it into a war machine, and the nobility would probably drag him down. It¡¯s indeed true that a country capable of waging a war always has a high level of educational popularity. ¡°What¡¯s this weapon called?¡± Agatha suddenly changed the topic, ¡°Back then, I remember you called it 152mm Stronghold¡­ ¡± ¡°Stronghold Standard Artillery,¡± Roland added, ¡°There¡¯ll be naval artilleries in the future.¡± ¡°If you can fill the city wall with weapons like this prior to the arrival of the Bloody Moon, we probably can resist the attacks from demons. According to Kyle Sichi, what I made in the chemistry lab is also a part of the cannon, right?¡± Agatha seemed to be determined and said, ¡°I¡¯ll try my best to produce liquid nitrogen and liquid oxygen, as long as you can¡­ ¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry.¡± He comforted her. ¡°We¡¯ll defeat demons.¡± ******************* ¡°Was this all that I needed to do today?¡± Evelyn dipped her finger into the wine and touched her tongue. The spicy taste appeared to be more instense. According to His Highness¡¯ requirement, the purer the white liquor was, the better it would taste. The best spirit did not even have any water, and every drop of it was mellow and rich¡ªalthough she felt the white liquor she made became increasingly close to what His Highness described, it could lesser and lesser be considered as ¡°tasty¡±. ¡°Yes, good work.¡± The manager of the brewery labeled the wine jars and nodded to her. ¡°Remember me to His Highness.¡± ¡°Can you¡­ really sell these?¡± Evelyn asked, confused. From her past experience of running a tavern, she was afraid that only few people could take such a spicy flavor. ¡°For this, I don¡¯t know either,¡± the manager smiled and said, ¡°but there would be someone coming to ship liquors every now and then, so I think there¡¯re still some people who like it.¡± Evelyn was relieved instantly. If nobody was willing to drink this, not only did His Highness fail, but she herself would become useless as well¡­ It was fortunate that things turned out not to be what she thought was, and it appeared that His Highness was a true great noble who knew the taste of the nobility very well. She smiled, ¡°I¡¯ll take off then.¡± Evelyn left the brewery and went across the streets filled with bitterly cold wind. Upon returning to the castle, she sensed the warm air surrounding her. The world inside the castle was totally different from the one outside. She took a deep breath, taking off her coat to be closer to the warmth. This kind of comfortable life was unimaginable at all in the past. In winter, she used to either tightly sit with her families by a brazier, or curl up beneath a blanket. ¡°What¡¯s the difference between the life in the castle and the Kingdom of God that the church has alleged to be like spring all the year round? Plus, His Highness had said that he would popularize the central heating system throughout the residential area, and enable all the subjects to stay away from the piercing coldness of the Months of the Demons.¡± She had no idea how many believers of the church had arrived at the Kingdom of God, but in here, witches who were considered as Devil¡¯s minions and ordinary civilians were the first to enjoy this privilege. If it was known by those believers, they would probably grit their teeth out of envy. His Royal Highness is truly capable of everything. Across the hall, Andrea, Ashes and Shavi were playing poker. ¡°Double eight!¡± ¡°Pass.¡± ¡°Double two! I win,¡± Andrea smiled proudly and said, ¡°Ashes has the most cards, six. Hand over the IOU for ice cream!¡± Then she turned around and waived at Evelyn, ¡°Hey, do you want to play with us?¡± Out of curiosity, Evelyn could not help asking, ¡°What¡¯s an IOU for ice cream?¡± ¡°That¡¯s a bet,¡± Ashes waived her hand and continued, ¡°Whoever has the most IOUs will have to give her next ice cream bread to the winner. How does it sound? Do you want to give it a shot?¡± Evelyn was very hesitated. ¡°This is a rare chance for her to make conversations with combat witches. If it was on the Sleeping Island, both Andrea and Ashes would be figures only next to Lady Tilly, who were rarely seen, and would certainly not invite her to join their activities voluntarily. Besides, Fighting the Landlord is indeed very interesting, with simple rules but numerous variations, and it also requires teamwork. One can easily spend the whole day just playing it. However¡­¡± ¡°Um, it¡¯ll be the final exam soon. Aren¡¯t you going to review what you¡¯ve learned?¡± ¡°Did you mean the exam for that basic course in the evening?¡± Andrea pouted and said, ¡°It¡¯s very simple. Probably I can pass it without much reviewing.¡± The other two seconded with a nod. Right¡­ Andrea is the nobility, whose insight and knowledge are greater than ordinary people. Both Ashes and Shavi can read and write. It appears now that she¡¯s the one that falls behind. ¡°I¡­ I might as well not play,¡± she hesitated for a moment and said, ¡°and I¡¯d better go back to my room and do some reading. You guys please continue.¡± Leaving the three people who were a little surprised behind, Evelyn rushed to Witch House. She pushed the wooden door open, and found Candle sitting at the table in the living room practicing the arithmetic exercises at the back of the textbook. ¡°You¡¯re back?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Seeing the hard-working Candle, she felt a lot relieved at once. ¡°How did your revision go?¡± ¡°Not bad. Nature and arithmetic are a little hard to understand,¡± Candle smiled and said. ¡°How about you?¡± ¡°Me too,¡± Evelyn nodded and said, ¡°Let¡¯s list all that we don¡¯t understand and ask Miss Anna in the evening.¡± ¡°Sounds good.¡± According to Miss Scroll, these books were written by His Royal Highness himself, and they were part of his knowledge in his head. If she mastered them, did it mean that she would also possess one part of his almightiness? Evelyn thought in secret that although she couldn¡¯t change the ability she was born with, at least she could achieve progress in this regard by working hard. Even if the nobles no longer liked to drink spicy white liquor, she could still work as a teacher in the territory rather than being useless. To this end, she pretty much read the textbook and studied those difficult phrases and equations whenever she had time, and she had become a frequent visitor of Anna¡¯, Scroll¡¯ and Wendy¡¯s room. She had the lowest score during the last test, but she firmly believed that it would not be the case this time. ¡°Let me set an achievable goal first¡ªI want to exceed Maggie! ¡± she said to herself. Chapter 382 Chapter 382: Final Exam Translator: Meh Editor: ¨C ¨C The day of the final exam soon arrived. In the hall, the witches sat in neat rows as they waited for Teacher Scroll to distribute the test papers. Meanwhile, Andrea was elegantly trimming her nails with a clipper. She was already thinking about dinner¡ªaccording to His Highness Roland, the first semester of school would conclude as soon as the exam was over. To celebrate, every student would receive a roll of ice cream bread for dinner. This meant that Andrea would receive much more than one roll. In recent days, she would play ¡°Fight the Landlord¡± with Ashes and Shavi whenever she was free. This game of tactics and technique was somewhat similar to beasts chess, which used to be popular among the upper-class nobility. In both games, the key was to make use of one¡¯s advantages and hide one¡¯s weaknesses, and deep planning was required. She would often brag about never having lost a game of ¡°Fight the Landlord¡± to Lady Tilly and, even more so, Ashes, and she was indeed telling the truth. At the moment, she was owed six rolls of ice cream bread, of which four were from Ashes and two were from Shavi. In other words, whenever His Highness arranged this delicacy as dessert, the two of them would have to give their portions to Andrea. It was going to be a ¡°bumper harvest¡± for Andrea. She would be able to enjoy three rolls of ice cream bread for dinner, which would be finally enough to satiate her craving. Naturally, she was also confident about the exam. As soon as she heard that there would be an exam, she asked Sylvie about the previous test and even attempted the questions on her own. She realized that the test was very simple and was basically equivalent to the basic education for nobility. The test paper was mainly about recognizing words and phrases, and there were also a few simple arithmetic calculations of profit and loss, which were not as difficult as accounting problems, let alone family finance calculations. She was widely known as her family¡¯s prodigy in this area, and at the age of 15, she was already able to check her family¡¯s account books. The true way of the nobility was to do everything to one¡¯s best. The test papers were soon distributed. Andrea took a quick look through the paper and raised her head. The test consisted of three question sheets, which were each labeled separately as ¡°Kingdom Language¡±, ¡°Basic Arithmetic¡±, and ¡°Elementary Nature¡±. Great, exactly the same as last time. She grinned uncontrollably as she opened the ¡°Kingdom Language¡± question sheet and began writing with her goose quill pen immediately. Within 15 minutes, she completed the questions on the first sheet. Although the range of vocabulary was greater than that of the previous time, and there were a few unexpected segments such as ¡°reading comprehension¡± and ¡°filling in the blanks¡±, the test remained easy for her. ¡°Well, it¡¯s just answering the questions after comprehending the passage and completing the sentences. It only looks confusing, but it¡¯s quite simple.¡± The next sheet was ¡°Basic Arithmetic¡±. The front segment comprised of simple calculations of profit and loss, but gradually, Andrea¡¯s progress slowed down. ¡°What does ¡®Use an equation to describe two intersecting lines with a few dots above them.¡¯ mean?¡± Her heart suddenly clenched. She began to have the feeling she got when she read Natural Science Theoretical Foundation. ¡°Why is it that I can understand the words separately, but not when they¡¯re connected?¡± This was also the case for the subsequent questions. Andrea started to sweat profusely. She took a deep breath and held it in her chest. Then, she turned towards Nightingale, who was seated in the back row. ¡°As a fellow noble, can she give me some hints?¡± But Nightingale¡¯s facial expression shocked Andrea. Nightingale was staring dully at her test paper while holding her goose quill pen in her mouth. She did not shift her gaze for a long time. Are the questions also difficult for her? Lady Tilly did not attend the exam, while the legendarily gifted Miss Anna was also nowhere to be seen. Andrea saw that most of the witches were still stuck on the first page and unable to answer the questions. After another 15 minutes, everyone flipped to the second question sheet. Even though they were much slower than Andrea for the first sheet, they did not stop writing even for a brief moment on the second sheet, and even Maggie was writing furiously. ¡°Oh dear, Maggie doesn¡¯t even hold the pen properly and looks as though she¡¯s clawing the pen in her fist, yet she¡¯s able to answer the questions?¡± Andrea felt entirely helpless. Pretending that she had completed the ¡°Basic Arithmetic¡± sheet, she flipped to the final sheet, ¡°Elementary Nature¡±. Compared to the previous test¡¯s straightforward question-and-answer format, there were numbers and incomprehensible symbols this time. ¡°Wait¡­ this requires calculation as well?¡± She suddenly began to feel that things were not going according to what she had anticipated. The only relief was that Ashes had stopped writing a long time ago, apparently because she was equally stumped by the questions. ¡°But¡­ what the heck,¡± she thought, ¡°what joy is there in beating a meathead?¡± Amidst her anxiety, she heard Teacher Scroll announce the end of the exam. Slumping back in her chair, she watched as the teacher took her test paper away, and she felt that her three rolls of ice cream bread for dinner were no longer that sweet. ******************* ¡°Your Highness, here are all of the test papers.¡± Scroll placed a stack of paper on Roland¡¯s office table. ¡°Are you sure that you want to mark them yourself?¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Sometimes, reading test papers is a form of pleasure.¡± For example, he could read their bizarre answers, or discover the test takers¡¯ anguish and suffering by reading between the lines. These served as spiritual food during his leisure time. ¡°Shall I collate the scores for you?¡± ¡°Yes, sorry to trouble you.¡± Roland nodded, and then he shouted, ¡°Nightingale, no peeping.¡± ¡°You knew.¡± From the couch, Nightingale revealed her form and smiled. ¡°Why doesn¡¯t Anna have to attend the exam? Isn¡¯t it the end of the semester? All sisters of the Witch Union should have to take the test.¡± Roland burst into laughter uncontrollably. ¡°Because this test was formulated by Teacher Scroll and her.¡± Nightingale kept silent for a long while before she asked, ¡°How about your younger sister?¡± ¡°Lady Tilly? She helped review the test paper and took the exam beforehand in order to check for errors.¡± The prince spread his arms. ¡°By the way, she got full marks.¡± Nightingale¡¯s shadow appeared to grow heavier. Roland shook his head and started to mark the papers. ¡­ After all of the scores had been collated, Roland stretched his sluggish body. The Sleeping Island witches showed considerable improvement this time. Candle, Evelyn and Sylvie all passed the exam, and among them, it was Evelyn who improved the most. Although she had the lowest score among the trio in the previous exam, she improved from 5 to 62 marks this time, undoubtedly because she had put in a great amount of effort. Conversely, the three combat witches who had recently arrived attained low scores, none of which went above 50 marks. This was understandable because they had spent a much shorter time in the classroom and their scores for ¡°Kingdom Language¡± were assigned a relatively low weight. However, it was Nightingale who fared the most terribly. Although she had attended class with everyone else, her total score was less than her last test¡¯s. Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. ¡°It appears that learning ability is indeed a natural gift that can¡¯t be forced.¡± The only one who surprised him was Maggie. Although she was not able to solve more than a handful of calculation problems in the ¡°Basic Arithmetic¡± and ¡°Elementary Nature¡± sections, she correctly answered most of the multiple-choice and true-or-false questions and ultimately scored 63 marks, which Roland found rather unbelievable. ¡°How did she manage it?¡± Roland could not think of a reason. Chapter 383 Chapter 383: The Bite Translator: Meh Editor: ¨C ¨C Inside the Tower of Babel at Hermes Cathedral. The newly-crowned Supreme Pontiff, Mayne, was quietly listening to the reports of the three Bishops in the secret room. Aside from the elder Bishop Tayfun, the other two were newly-promoted Archbishops, Soli Darl and Ell, who came from the Verdict Army and Tribunal respectively. The former had been a gallant and heroic Presiding Judge who had gained a stellar reputation over the course of more than 25 years of service in the army, and the latter had been Heather¡¯s adjutant and was also widely respected. ¡°The intake of orphans from the Kingdom of Everwinter has been very successful during this year¡¯s Months of Demons. The nobles of every major city have fully yielded to the church. At present, the number of orphans sent to the Holy City is already three times more than the planned,¡± Tayfun said with a sigh. ¡°This is the only piece of good news recently.¡± The nobles were always like this¡ªas soon as they saw that the situation was not advantageous to them, they would change sides faster than they drank water. Mayne nodded and replied, ¡°This is only the first year, and there will be more and more in the future. If we¡¯re able to take over the whole continent, our yearly intake could fill up an entirely new city.¡± ¡°I hope so.¡± Tayfun sighed deeply. ¡°How many times has this place been attacked by demonic beasts since the heavy snow began to fall?¡± ¡°Six times,¡± Soli replied. ¡°Six times¡­ and hundreds of Verdict Warriors have already died on the frontline,¡± Tayfun said in a heavy tone. ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Army has also lost ten of its personnel, and the demonic beasts¡¯ offensive will only become fiercer next year.¡± ¡°This is easier than fighting the demons,¡± Ell said and gestured with his hands. ¡°Although I haven¡¯t personally witnessed the might of the demons, the Holy Book describes them as invincible. Is it really necessary to defend this place to the death?¡± ¡°What on earth do you mean?!¡± Soli frowned upon hearing Ell¡¯s words. ¡°God gives us our direction and strength. As his disciples, how can we not stick to our faith and run away instead?¡± ¡°Stop quarreling,¡± Mayne said, thumping his scepter on the ground. ¡°After working with Heather for more than ten years, Ell has been affected by her loose-lipped temperament.¡± As he watched Soli and Ell bicker, he could not help thinking about the partnership between Tayfun and Heather in the old times. He glanced at the old Bishop, only to discover that the latter was glancing back at him, as if they were thinking about the same thing. ¡°Our ultimate goal is to sustain the human race, and the only way to do so is to defeat our enemies.¡± ¡°Understood, Your Holiness.¡± The two Bishops bowed their heads in respect. Although, even he himself was not sure if they could defeat the demons by maintaining their position and defending Hermes. Mayne suddenly thought about O¡¯Brien¡¯s entrustment and felt his shoulders grow heavy. The Fearful Beasts of Hell had already appeared, and the demons would arrive in five years. Mayne would get to witness the next Battle of Divine Will while he was alive, but unlike O¡¯Brien, he would not be able to entrust his duties to a successor. He could neither sleep nor eat well whenever he thought about this. In truth, he had also thought about leaving a way out for himself. When Garcia¡¯s Blacksail Fleet was captured, Mayne did not order the ships to be burned nor execute all of the rebels, but instead locked them behind bars. Apart from executing a few of the fleet leaders together with a large number of scapegoats who were actually commoners living in the slums, most of the fleet crew were kept alive and were presently locked up in the harbor of the Kingdom of Everwinter by Mayne¡¯s most trusted subordinates. If the defensive line is completely broken, the Fjords will become the final refuge¡ªeven though retreating to those islands will mean that Mankind is near extinction and has no chance of redemption, at least I¡¯ll be able to live out the rest of my life. After all, hasn¡¯t Mankind already done everything it could and not been able to defeat its enemies in two attempts?¡± In the subsequent discussions regarding how the church should expand and how to stabilize the governance of the Kingdom of Wolfheart, Mayne did not pay much attention. He waited until the three bishops finished discussing before saying absent-mindedly, ¡°We¡¯ll do as you three have said. That¡¯ll be it for today¡¯s meeting.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Holiness.¡± The three bishops hurriedly stood up and bowed. Mayne left the secret room and made his way towards the Pivotal Secret Area together with his guards. According to the plan, a new batch of Verdict Army soldiers were to be converted to members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army today. This was what he was truly concerned about. Whether it was standing their ground or retreating, these powerful warriors were guaranteed to follow his orders. However, before this, he had to handle another problem. He passed through the stone steps and entered the Pivotal Secret Area. Then, he turned into the long prison corridor that was situated in the middle of the area. The last time he was here, it was to secretly execute the King of Graycastle, Wimbledon III. The long corridor was extremely deserted. The rosin torches that were placed on both sides of the corridor emitted a dim yellow light. The far end of the corridor was covered in darkness as if it was the entrance to a bottomless abyss. Many people who had been imprisoned here never saw sunlight ever again. Mayne walked towards cell No. 85 and signaled to his guards to open the door. The thick wooden door gave out a harsh grinding sound. Then, fits of wailing and crying were suddenly heard. When the cell door was closed again, these fits were shut out on the outside. Through the iron railings, Mayne saw Zero¡¯s figure. The Pure Witch¡¯s back was facing the entrance. Her upper body was bare, while she was handcuffed to an iron bar overhead that forced her to tiptoe at all times. A dozen fresh lash marks were visible on her white-skinned back, but the streams of blood that flowed downwards had already solidified. ¡°How does the tribunal¡¯s Sermon Whip feel?¡± Mayne asked. ¡°I hope that this teaches you the meaning of obedience.¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Zero groaned softly as if she had just awakened from a dream and turned her head meekly. ¡°So the Supreme Pontiff has come. Do you mean obedience towards you, or towards other bishops?¡± Her frivolous tone made Mayne frown. However, his displeasure diminished when he reminded himself that he was currently the Supreme Pontiff, which was very different from his previous position as a bishop. ¡°After this lesson, she should understand that I can decide whether she lives or dies.¡± ¡°Obedience towards me. And when I ask you to assist another bishop to complete a mission, you have to obey his orders.¡± ¡°Is that all?¡± She asked noncommittally. ¡°If this is what you demand, I¡¯ll agree to it.¡± ¡°Release her handcuffs,¡± Mayne ordered a guard. Having been handcuffed up high for a long time, Zero¡¯s hands seemed to be dislocated, and they dropped down as though they did not have an ounce of energy left. The Pope picked up Zero¡¯s clothes using his scepter and tossed them on her shoulder. ¡°I have a task for you. Follow me.¡± Zero allowed her clothes to dangle on her shoulder and nonchalantly followed Mayne out of the long prison corridor. ¡°This year¡¯s Months of Demons could be as long as five months. This is a daunting challenge for the Holy City, and even more so for other places that are affected by the Months of Demons.¡± Mayne walked to the border of the Trap Area, and then passed through a narrow iron-walled passageway and arrived in front of the elevator cage once again. Ever since he was crowned as the Pope, he had been busy with the various matters of the church. This was the first time he stepped foot in this place as the ruler. ¡°I order you to follow the other Pure Witches to the Kingdom of Graycastle and kill the rebels Timothy and Roland Wimbledon by taking advantage of the disorder brought about by the heavy snow. Is that understood?¡± As the door of the elevator cage closed, the clicking sound of the capstan rotation was heard overhead and the elevator began to descend slowly. But Mayne didn¡¯t hear Zero¡¯s reply. ¡°Damn, the whipping hasn¡¯t taught her to obey.¡± With a sullen face, Mayne turned to look at Zero, only to see her smiling with a dangerous glint in her eyes. Then, he saw a beam of bright light heading straight at him. Chapter 384 Chapter 384: Sin and Redemption Translator: Meh Editor: ¨C ¨C After the darkness disappeared, Mayne found himself standing in an empty square. Everything in front of him seemed vaguely familiar¡­ short houses, a monastery still in construction, and a new stone church. The dirt floor was dry and firm without a trace of snow, the sun was peeking through the clouds, and a warm breeze kissed his cheek. It didn¡¯t feel like the Months of the Demons at all. ¡°Wait.¡± He suddenly realized. ¡°Was this the old Holy City where I first became a believer? At that moment, His Holiness O¡¯Brien was hosting a cleansing ritual on the square.¡± ¡°So this is the most prominent place in your memories,¡± said Zero coldly from behind him. ¡°It¡¯s a pretty nice place.¡± The Pure Witch! His fragmented memories suddenly came together, and he felt a fit of rage come over him. He turned around and glared straight at her. ¡°Zero, are you insane?!¡± How dare she use her powers against me! Also, why doesn¡¯t the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation that I wear have any effect? ¡°I know exactly what I¡¯m doing.¡± Zero smiled. ¡°It¡¯s you¡­ who is still confused. It¡¯s alright. There¡¯s more than enough time in your subconscious world for me to explain this to you.¡± Mayne was familiar with Zero¡¯s power of the Soul Battlefield, which allowed her to battle the possessed victim using only her mind, and the victor would gain everything, while the defeated would lose it all. This was an extremely rare type of summoning power and could only be resisted by God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. ¡°But¡­ damn it! I¡¯m clearly wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation!¡± He reached into his pocket and took out the blue crystal, the silhouette of which reflected a cerulean light under the sun, showing no defects. ¡°Why?¡± Mayne asked, gnashing his teeth. ¡°Are you talking about the Stone?¡± Zero smiled. ¡°Basically, its sphere of influence has been removed. Of course, a mortal won¡¯t be able to feel the difference.¡± ¡°Its influence has been removed?¡± The Pope couldn¡¯t help but stare. ¡°There¡¯s only one person in the entire Holy City who can counter the effects of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and that¡¯s the Pure Witch Isabella. This is¡­ blatant betrayal! ¡°These b*tches!¡± A vein throbbed on Mayne¡¯s forehead, and his hands shook with anger. ¡°If I knew how unreliable these tools were, I would have added them to the God¡¯s Punishment Army when I was appointed!¡± He tried to control his temper and said bitterly, ¡°When did this happen?¡± ¡°How could I know when she struck, since you put me in a cell to teach me a lesson?¡± Zero shrugged. ¡°I only asked her to do it and that¡¯s all.¡± ¡°You asked! If you hadn¡¯t been planning this for a long time, how could she do such a blasphemous thing so easily?¡± ¡°No.¡± His heartbeat suddenly stopped. ¡°Even the two of them wouldn¡¯t be able to pull this off¡­¡± After he became the Pope, he moved into the bedroom that used to belong to His Holiness O¡¯Brien, which had all kinds of booby traps and Verdict Warriors standing guard at all times. Not to mention there were Advanced Magic Stones by his bed, which he carried with him every day, and guards followed him everywhere. How did they manage to find an opportunity to strike? Mayne was so angry that he actually grew eerily calm. ¡°What do you want? Are you doing this just to get back at me for my punishment? Even if you kill me, the entire cave below your cage is the influence area of God¡¯s Stones, so you have nowhere to run. As soon as the elevator stops, you¡¯ll be spotted and captured by the waiting Verdict Warriors. Don¡¯t even dream of escaping this cell, because when they start interrogating you, you¡¯ll feel like the days of whipping is just tickles to you.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to escape.¡± Zero shook her head. ¡°I want to replace you and become the Pope.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Mayne was stunned. He had predicted all kinds of reasons, but he never expected to hear this answer. ¡°A Pure Witch as the Pope? You have quite an imagination, since I¡¯m the one who was crowned as the Pope in front of all our believers! If you kill me, do you think they would accept you?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need to appear in front of everyone because I can just have a ¡®mouthpiece¡¯ to act as the Pope,¡± said Zero unconcernedly. ¡°See, His Holiness O¡¯Brien also stayed in the Pivotal Secret Temple most of the time and would wear a mask on the rare occasions he came out. Under these circumstances, who could tell that the Pope was actually someone else?¡± ¡°You won¡¯t be able to keep up your ruse for long! Didn¡¯t you hear what I just said? As soon as your cage hits the ground, when the Verdict Warriors realize I¡¯m not here, they¡¯ll immediately arrest you!¡± Mayne roared. ¡°If you let me out right now, I can still forget that you ever did such a reckless thing!¡± ¡°As soon as the Battle of Souls begins, it won¡¯t ever end,¡± said Zero with a smile. ¡°Also, you were wrong from the beginning, because they won¡¯t arrest me.¡± ¡°Won¡¯t arrest her¡­ What does that mean?¡± The Pope stared at the Pure Witch¡¯s eyes with a frown and tried to see what she was thinking, but her eyes only shined with excitement and didn¡¯t reveal a trace of fear or panic. She didn¡¯t avert her eyes and instead stared calmly at him, as if she was saying a completely normal thing. Mayne suddenly felt a bolt of electricity flash through his mind! ¡°Even giving up¡­ may also be a wise choice.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, child.¡± He opened his mouth, but he felt that his throat was choked by a pair of large hands and couldn¡¯t make a sound. He felt his heart sink, as if it fell into a pool of icy water. After a long time, he said with great difficulty: ¡°Is this all O¡¯Brien¡­¡± ¡°So you finally understand.¡± Zero arched her eyebrows. ¡°The Supreme Pontiff has given orders to all the guards and Verdict Warriors in the Pivotal Secret Temple¡ªthey¡¯ll never leave their position below ground and will only listen to the Pope. You accepted the scepter above ground, but you don¡¯t have the control of the Pivotal Secret Temple yet.¡± She chuckled quietly. ¡°Think about it. We¡¯re currently above the cave and the core organization of the church, as well as the only place free from the guards above ground and from the influence of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Don¡¯t you agree that this is the perfect arena?¡± The Pure Witch stopped smiling, and her eyes flashed like dancing flames. ¡°This is the battlefield His Holiness arranged for us, so whoever survives will become the true ruler of the church.¡± ¡°How¡­ how could this be?¡± Mayne felt his throat dry up. ¡°This stupid old man. Is he doing this to repent for his sins of taking the power that belonged originally to witches? How absurd!¡± The flames in Zero¡¯s eyes were clearly from ambition, an emotion that was rarely seen in Pure Witches¡ªthey were trained as tools since birth and were all supposed to be unwaveringly loyal to church officials. ¡°If we hadn¡¯t conquered those reckless¡­ No, shoot!¡± Mayne suddenly remembered what His Holiness said to him before invading the Kingdom of Wolfheart. ¡°I¡¯m sending two Pure Witches to fight alongside you. No one can escape their wrath.¡± Why didn¡¯t he ever consider how acquiring the memories of the King of Wolfheart and the Queen of Clearwater would affect Zero? As he recalled O¡¯Brien¡¯s relieved expression in his last hour, he finally understood the meaning behind his dying words. Mayne gritted his teeth furiously. ¡°How did the old man not consider this issue? He had already been preparing for the ambition to return to the Pure Witch¡¯s heart.¡± Is this the ending you hoped to see, Supreme Pontiff?! Chapter 385 Chapter 385: Cause and Effect Translator: Meh Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡°Don¡¯t be so upset, Lord Mayne.¡± Zero held her hands behind her back and slowly circled the square. ¡°The church was originally founded by the Union anyway, so His Holiness only did this so that the witches could get back what was theirs. If you win, you can also get my memories and experiences¡ªwealth I accumulated over the past 200 years.¡± ¡°I see. Letting Zero use the Reflection Church was already strange because even if she were the Pope¡¯s favorite, she was still a Pure Witch and shouldn¡¯t have been given access to the church¡¯s deepest secrets. Unfortunately, I didn¡¯t realize this soon enough.¡± Mayne was silent for a while before saying, ¡°If you win, where do you plan to lead the church to?¡± ¡°To victory,¡± she said, raising her head, ¡°or destruction¡­ just not towards the Fjord Islands.¡± ¡°W¡­ what?¡± ¡°You think no one knows about your secret orders?¡± Zero¡¯s tone contained a trace of mockery. ¡°Right before a great battle, you sent resources to the port of Kingdom of Everwinter to repair ships and support sailors. Plus, you sent a large number of scapegoats to the gallows. These are all costly expenses, practically impossible to hide from the church.¡± ¡°Shoot, O¡¯Brien even entrusted her with the Pivotal Secret Area¡¯s intelligence agency.¡± He thought silently. ¡°That doesn¡¯t prove anything! As the Pope, I need to think in the long-term to ensure that the church survives under any circumstances.¡± ¡°Do you even believe your own words?¡± Zero laughed. ¡°Right after you accepted the scepter in front of all those believers, you started thinking about your own future, and you lost your will to win the Battle of Divine Will before it even began¡ªdo you think a mortal like you can earn the approval of God?¡± ¡°What approval of God?¡± Mayne couldn¡¯t help but scream. ¡°If his approval was really protecting us, why were the humans suffering defeat after defeat?¡± He panted heavily and rasped. ¡°Meanwhile, we need to rely on God¡¯s Punishment Army to battle the demons, so time is of the essence, and there¡¯s nothing you can do to change that.¡± ¡°No, not just God¡¯s Punishment Army,¡± whispered Zero. ¡°The fate of mankind shouldn¡¯t rest in the hands of a few people.¡± ¡°Are we supposed to count on you witches?¡± Mayne chuckled coldly. ¡°Don¡¯t forget that it was your kind who failed us 400 years ago!¡± ¡°The witches are also only a small group.¡± She stopped walking and stared directly at the Pope, her eyes chilling him to the core. ¡°This battle will decide the survival of all of the mankind, so everyone needs to be involved¡ªmen, women, the elderly and children will all become honored warriors and join the fight against the demons, or else¡­ they¡¯ll all die.¡± ¡°That¡¯s absurd. You plan to send those civilians who are scared senseless by demonic beasts against actual demons? You must be out of your mind¡­¡± Mayne suddenly stopped, as he realized she wasn¡¯t joking and was seriously sharing her plans with him. ¡°The only way to give civilians the ability to fight was¡­¡± ¡°You want to feed all of them Pills of Madness?¡± He asked in disbelief. ¡°One enchanted person is no match for a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, but what about ten?¡± Zero turned her head and asked. ¡°Not only is there currently a steady supply of demonic beasts running rampant, but the Pivotal Secret Area might also be able to invent a few new formulas. Five years later, the church will have a supply of around three to four million pills. What does this mean?¡± She paused. ¡°It means that besides God¡¯s Punishment Army, the Holy City can also send out an army of millions of maddened men to participate in the battle against demons.¡± ¡°You¡¯re¡­ insane!¡± ¡°Insane? You¡¯re the insane one for not taking the Battle of Doomsday seriously!¡± The Pure Witch suddenly roared. ¡°Both the Union and the church used small groups to fight against their enemy¡¯s full force, which is why they failed. No one is exempt from this battle, and mortals can¡¯t hide behind God¡¯s Punishment Army or witches forever¡ªas I said, this is a fateful battle that requires everyone¡¯s full efforts, otherwise we won¡¯t be able to contend with the demons in the Barbarian Land!¡± A Pure Witch raised by the church would never say such a thing because this was the mentality of a conqueror. Mayne¡¯s face grew pale. ¡°You are¡­ an absolute mutt!¡± Your Holiness O¡¯Brien, did you really foresee all of this? ¡°Accepting knowledge is a part of the process of self-change, and only the exchange of thoughts can bring progress.¡± Zero inhaled sharply. ¡°Perhaps we should stop chatting and decide who the ruler of the church should be.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t bet on winning,¡± said the Pope through gritted teeth. ¡°I built this world!¡± As soon as he finished speaking, Red Mist appeared at his feet and began to spread. Zero seemed slightly taken aback. Suddenly, she grasped her throat and screamed a tortured cry, her face curling up like orange peels, falling off in chunks, and spewing blood everywhere, soon losing its human form. ¡°This is the demonic mist hidden in the Pivotal Area¡¯s traps and only affects witches with magic power,¡± said Mayne bitterly through the Red Mist. ¡°If I fill the entire square with it, you¡¯ll be left to suffer endlessly and die a thousand times!¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± A gust of wind suddenly cleared all the Red Mist around the Pure Witch, and the reborn Zero said painfully, ¡°Of course, the new Pope has some tricks up his sleeve. If you headed straight to the library of the Pivotal Secret Temple in the beginning, this battle would be even more difficult¡ªbut this is also the fun part of the Battle of Souls. ¡°Is that¡­ a Stone of Windpower?¡± Mayne noticed a ring with a green crystal on her finger. ¡°The stone¡¯s area of influence is limited, so as long as I keep my distance, I can break this shield with a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation bolt. But just to be safe, I should make some preparations.¡± He racked his brain, created two Pills of Madness, and swallowed them. ¡°Oh, smart idea,¡± said Zero with a grin.¡± Your biggest weakness is in your fighting ability, so the duo-colored pill can increase your strength, agility, and pain tolerance, so it¡¯s much harder for me to attack you from afar with weapons such as crossbow bolts.¡± Mayne ignored her, moved to an area unaffected by the Magic Stone, and focused on creating a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. The Pills of Madness were kicking in, and he felt his strength increase rapidly and sight become very clear. When he created the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, it would make the most effective weapon against the witch, and she would die of erosion by the Red Mist if she tried to attack him. She¡¯s also making her own weapon¡ªwhat is it? A pair of long swords? It makes sense to have bolts, but what does she need swords for?¡± Also, the structure of the swords is very strange, with a blade as broad as her torso and encrusted with many crystals, seeming strangely familiar. Zero raised the weapons in her hands. ¡°Do you know? In the Illusion Room of the Reflection Church, there is more than one recorded image.¡± What does that mean? ¡°Did you forget what His Holiness O¡¯Brien said? Alice¡¯s battle with Natalia was completely recorded by the Union,¡± she said carefully. ¡°Besides absorbing memories, watching and learning are also talents of mine.¡± As she said this, the crystals on the swords lit up one by one, as if they were signaling something. And then a bright golden light emerged from the swords and ripped through the Red Mist, shooting straight into the sky. The sky also seemed to respond to this power by shooting down thousands of bolts of light. ¡°What¡­ kind of ability is this?¡± Mayne stared in shock. Before getting the answer, he was surrounded by an engulfing golden light, which seemed to tear the entire world apart. ******************* The cage fell slowly to the bottom of the God¡¯s Stone cave. Zero threw the clothes on her shoulder onto the ground and walked out of the cage. The scars from whippings had all disappeared from her back, as if they had never been there. The Verdict Warrior standing guard lowered his head respectfully and handed her a prepared golden robe¡ªthe clothing signaling the highest authority in the Church. With the help of many attendants, Zero put on the baggy robe and walked straight to the Pivotal Secret Temple, not sparing even a single glance ba. Chapter 386 Chapter 386: A Different Story Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C After a busy week, Roland built a new chemical factory next to the Redwater River. Considering the toxicity of nitrogen oxide, this factory was built like the Convenience Market, with a gaping wall and wooden roof, a one-story tall gap in the middle, and awful ventilation. Of course, the temperature inside was pretty much the same with that outside. The new oxygen and nitrogen synthesizing system was already in use. The heat produced instantaneously by the Blackfire was the same as an electric arc and was much more efficient. After the raw materials were placed into the reactor, Anna only needed 8 minutes to turn them into nitrogen dioxide, which produced nitric acid when combined with water. The system that synthesized ammonia from nitrogen and hydrogen was also in full swing¡ªthe amount of liquid nitrogen resolved from cooling was much larger than the amount of liquid oxygen, so the leftover nitrogen was used to produce ammonia. Roland also did not cease the regular industrial production of nitric acid so that he could cover all his bases. Every new production line for nitric acid was an opportunity for more chemical explosives. According to the test on Paper¡¯s abilities, he found that she truly could speed up a heated nitrogen and hydrogen reaction to the extent that it seemed like the results were instantaneous. The problem remained that she still could not control the release of her magic power, and her young age made her consume the little power she had very quickly. However, this could be fixed through practice. According to Wendy, the girl was improving quickly, and she would be able to maintain her power at a basically stable level in about a week. With these two production lines and a stable glycerol nitrification output, achieving modern smokeless powder became possible. The next step was to design a repeating firearm and begin producing it as soon as possible. Roland was just thinking about his design for the new weapon when a guard walked into his office and reported, ¡°Sir Ferlin Eltek and his father Duke Eltek are here to see you and are waiting in the lobby.¡± ¡°Ferlin?¡± He pondered for a while. ¡°Wasn¡¯t he the first knight of the Western Region, Kingdom of Dawn? All his family should be at Longsong Stronghold. Why is he suddenly in Border Town?¡± Did they mention why they were here?¡± ¡°Sir Ferlin said it had something to do with witches and told me to give this to you.¡± The guard handed him a piece of delicate parchment depicting the treasure map previously drawn by Morning Light, but compared with the previous rough draft, this map almost seemed to be printed. Roland suddenly remembered that Ferlin once said this map had been passed down in his family for 400 years, and that Lightning used it to find the stone tower where Agatha was being held. He was suddenly very interested. ¡°Go summon Agatha; she should still be in the chemical lab right now. I¡¯ll go and see them right away.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± After the guard left, Roland rolled up the map and went to the lobby. Ferlin and an old man immediately stood up and bowed in respect. The prince noticed that both men were wearing thick leather jackets with sweat stains on their shoulders, and the old man¡¯s forehead was already brimming with sweat. He smiled and said, ¡°If it¡¯s too hot, you can take off your coats. There¡¯s heating in the castle, so it¡¯s much warmer in here than it¡¯s outside. Don¡¯t make yourself sick.¡± ¡°Heating?¡± Ferlin was stunned. ¡°It¡¯s a new type of heating equipment that¡¯s much better than a fireplace.¡± Roland didn¡¯t waste time on explaining and instead directed the subject to his visitors¡¯ intentions. ¡°I heard you came because of the witches?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± said Morning Light, nodding furiously. ¡°I met a woman with blue hair at the Convenience Market¡­¡± He briefly summarized his experience during the past few days. ¡°When I returned home, my father told me about my family¡¯s history, and I thought that she might be a witch.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Roland was shocked to hear his story. He didn¡¯t think that Agatha¡¯s family had any mortals who survived till now. ¡°There¡¯s such a witch at Border Town, and her name is Agatha indeed.¡± Duke Eltek bolted out of his chair in excitement. ¡°Then could Your Highness¡­¡± ¡°Let you meet her?¡± Roland nodded with a smile. ¡°Of course, she should be on her way to the castle right now. Also, considering that she¡¯s a witch, I think you should do her the courtesy of taking off that God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation you¡¯re wearing.¡± ¡°Ah, you¡¯re right.¡± The Duke hastily removed the stone from his shirt and placed it on the table. ¡°There was no such courtesy in Taquila 400 years ago, and witches weren¡¯t hunted like animals by the church yet,¡± Nightingale whispered in his ear. ¡°This stone is nothing but research material for Agatha.¡± ¡°This way, you can determine whether they¡¯re telling the truth or not,¡± Roland said, hiding his smile. He felt Nightingale lightly pinch his neck. ¡°Liar.¡± ¡­ ¡°Why do you summon me back?¡± Agatha pushed through the lobby door and demanded. ¡°The Battle of Divine Will is looming and I need all the time I have to produce weapons to fight¡­ in battle.¡± She fought down the word ¡°demons¡± when she noticed the strangers. ¡°If it isn¡¯t important, you can just send someone to tell me.¡± After working with the Chief Alchemist for a long time, she started to sound a little like Kyle Sichi, and her tireless attitude in serving Border Town¡¯s production industries made the town leader Roland feel a little guilty. He cleared his throat, ¡°Ahem, this is a very important matter. Do you remember, when Taquila was on the verge of collapse 400 years ago, that one group of servants was separated from you and followed the masses to the south of the Impassable Mountain Range?¡± ¡°I think so.¡± Agatha took off her hat, which was covered in snow, and tossed her blue hair. ¡°What kind of important matter is this? It happened a long time ago.¡± When she showed her full appearance, Ferlin and the Duke gasped, and the Duke immediately kneeled in front of her. ¡°You really are Lady Agatha!¡± ¡°And you are¡­ ?¡± Agatha frowned. ¡°I¡¯m a descendant of Kagar. Do you still remember that name?¡± The Duke asked, looking up expectantly. ¡°Kagar¡­ of course. I gave him that name.¡± She shrugged her shoulders. ¡°I purchased two mortal servants and named one Kaff, who was the head of my family guards, and the other Kagar, who was my housekeeper.¡± She paused slightly. ¡°So you¡¯re the descendants of that housekeeper who snuck away with my Magic Stones and experiment notes?¡± ¡°Snuck¡­ away?¡± The Duke stared in shock. ¡°No, he¡­¡± ¡°Get out.¡± Agatha¡¯s face darkened. ¡°I don¡¯t ever want to see you again.¡± Chapter 387 Chapter 387: Inheritance Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C The witch left the hall as soon as she was finished talking and gave the two men no time to explain. Roland turned his head slightly. ¡°Can you tell what¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°Both sides are telling the truth,¡± Nightingale whispered in his ear. Roland pondered this for a bit and quickly guessed what had really happened. What was spoken truthfully wasn¡¯t necessarily the truth, but only what one thought was true. It seemed that the issue lay in their family history book. ¡°Since you came all this way from Longsong Stronghold, don¡¯t go back so soon. Stay in Ferlin¡¯s house for a couple of days and tour the scenery of this town.¡± Roland turned to the confused Duke. ¡°I¡¯ll try to reason with her, and maybe you will get to talk again.¡± ¡°Is that¡­ is that true?¡± The Duke was shocked, but he bowed his head and said, ¡°Then I must trouble Your Highness.¡± ¡°By the way, where are the Magic Stones and ancient books that you brought?¡± ¡°There¡¯re more than ten boxes on our boat.¡± ¡°Great, let¡¯s bring them all to the castle,¡± Roland said, nodding. ¡°I think she¡¯ll soften up a little after seeing all of her things that survived for over 400 years.¡± ¡­ After dinner, the Prince called Elsa to his office. ¡°You should give Duke Eltek a chance to explain himself.¡± He told her the Duke¡¯s entire story. ¡°No matter what your housekeeper did, this man is trying to return your belongings to you, and he may even be trying to right his ancestor¡¯s wrongs.¡± ¡°My housekeeper deceived his descendants, so this man doesn¡¯t owe me anything.¡± Elsa pouted. ¡°Also, witch families mean nothing now. They belong to the nobility of the Western Region, right? If I accept them, it would make things difficult for you, because you want to seize all the ruling authority of the Western Region for yourself, don¡¯t you?¡± Roland was shocked that she even considered this issue, and he shook his head with a smile. ¡°Alright, that makes sense. But you don¡¯t seem to blame them.¡± ¡°I shouldn¡¯t place my anger towards a mortal from 400 years ago onto his descendants, especially if they don¡¯t know what happened.¡± ¡°Spoken like a true enlighted member of the witches¡¯ kingdom!¡± Roland thought. ¡°Whether it is towards mortals or accepting new things, she always has a positive outlook. To me, this is no doubt an outstanding mindset, but it was probably a rare one in Taquila, so it¡¯s no surprise that she was rejected by other witches in the Quest Society.¡± ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll explain it to them,¡± he said, smiling. ¡°Do you have any interest in going through your belongings?¡± Elsa rolled her eyes and scoffed, ¡°They¡¯re not mine. They¡¯re the Quest Society¡¯s belongings.¡± ¡­ All the boxes were brought to the castle basement. Beside Elsa, Roland also invited Tilly, Silvio, and Anna. The boxes were opened one by one under Silvio¡¯s watch¡ªten out of the fifteen boxes contained Magic Stones. Roland picked up a fist-sized crystal and clicked his tongue. ¡°You said that they were all transformed from God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, so a stone this big must be worth 200 or 300 gold royals.¡± ¡°200 or 300 gold royals?¡± Elsa said, unimpressed, ¡°Magic Stones can only be produced by Chaos Beasts, so every piece is practically priceless.¡± ¡°What kind of Magic Stones are these?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°They don¡¯t seem easy to carry.¡± ¡°Stones of Light.¡± Elsa pressed on the stone in the Prince¡¯s hand and channeled her magic power into it, causing a pale yellow light to stream out of it, which quickly exceeded the light of a torch. When the blinding light became too much to bear, she finally lifted her hand. ¡°More than half of these are Stones of Light. Besides the ones produced by the Chaos Beasts, the rest were all battle spoils we gained from attacking Devil¡¯s Towns.¡± ¡°How were the Magic Stones made into different sizes?¡± Anna asked curiously. ¡°If they were all God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, then they couldn¡¯t be cut with magic power, but the block of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was extremely hard and couldn¡¯t possibly be cut with knives either.¡± ¡°An entire block?¡± Elsa was stunned. ¡°Are you talking about the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation vein?¡± ¡°It¡¯s right under Border Town¡¯s mines.¡± Roland explained the story of the treasure map. ¡°Its surface is very hard, and even a flintlock can only leave a tiny dent in it.¡± ¡°I see.¡± She couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°You used this map to find my laboratory tower. Yes, it really was used by the Quest Society to mark the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation vein and was a chosen location for the next Holy City.¡± ¡°Holy City?¡± Everyone asked surprisedly in unison. ¡°Why else do you think there would be hundreds of cities on the Fertile Plains, but only three Holy Cities?¡± She lifted the corners of her mouth. ¡°These supposed Holy Cities are all built on top of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation veins. We needed a lot of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation to research the relationship between magic power and Magic Stones, and also to prevent large-scale damage in conflicts between witches. ¡°So you were planning to build a New Holy City on North Slope Mountain?¡± Roland asked in surprise. ¡°Yes, if we weren¡¯t defeated so quickly in the Battle of Divine Will.¡± Elsa sighed. ¡°It was the same case with the Barbarian Ridge in the Impassable Mountain Range¡ªyou now refer to it as the Hermes plateau, which is where the church¡¯s Holy City is now.¡± ¡°The church also continued using the term ¡®Holy City¡¯,¡± Tilly said with a frown, ¡°so it is even more possible that they are descendants of the Union.¡± Thank goodness they didn¡¯t build the church¡¯s Holy City in Western Region. Roland sighed quietly in relief. ¡°Anyway, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation is basically indestructible, so cutting it requires a special solution,¡± Elsa continued to explain. ¡°It contains the blood of witches with magic power¡­ or the blood of demons.¡± ¡°Blood?¡± Sylvie couldn¡¯t help but gape. ¡°Yes, and the amount of blood needed depends on the Stone,¡± she said, spreading her hands. ¡°In the Holy City, all adult witches were required to donate blood. Once it leaves the body, the blood lost magic power very quickly, so it must be used on the spot. Every two or three years, eligible witches would be ordered by the Union to go to the mines and donate blood, and any captured demons would also serve this purpose.¡± ¡°Have you done this as well?¡± Anna asked. ¡°Of course,¡± Elsa said, nodding. ¡°Even the Three Chiefs of the Union were no exception.¡± ¡°What about demonic beasts?¡± Sylvie asked. ¡°Some demonic hybrids also seem to have magic power.¡± ¡°Yes, but the levels of their magic power are very low, so their blood can only be used to deal with shattered stones, and they have no effect on the actual veins,¡± Elsa replied. ¡°After the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation is cut, its hardness will greatly decrease with its size, and its range of impact will shrink as well. For example, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation that people carry around with them can be easily smashed with a hammer.¡± Chapter 388 Chapter 388: The Sigil of God¡¯s Will Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C These words confirmed Roland¡¯s guess, which was that the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation did not affect magic power, but witches¡¯ abilities. ¡°Besides the Chaos Beast, did the Quest Society find any other ways to produce Magic Stones?¡± Agatha shook her head. ¡°It¡¯s easier said than done. The Union once had a witch who could turn God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation into regular stones, but all she did was to remove the magic power¡ªit wasn¡¯t nearly enough to even produce the simplest Stones of Light.¡± She turned to Sylvie. ¡°You can see the form of magic power, so you should also be able to see the real forms of these crystals.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a ball of faint¡­ fog,¡± Sylvie said with an unsure tone. ¡°This is one of the ways magic power gathers.¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°The Quest Society examined and recorded almost 10,000 witches and Magic Stones, and they found that most unevolved magic power came in the form of fog, cyclones, blown sand, light balls and flames. They might look similar, but each had an infinite amount of minute differences, which was why we believed there were no two identical magic powers. As for magic powers that were condensed after the High Awakening, their shapes differed even more.¡± ¡°Its light is dimming,¡± Tilly suddenly pointed to the Stone of Light in Roland¡¯s hand and said. ¡°That¡¯s because I only channeled a small amount of magic power,¡± Agatha explained. ¡°But I once saw a Stone of Light in the Fjord ruins that never dimmed,¡± she said confusedly. ¡°If those underwater ruins belonged to you, then can you also make a Stone of Light shine for 400 years?¡± ¡°Underwater ruins?¡± Agatha was shocked. ¡°Did some Union members go to the Swirling Sea?¡± She shook her head and dismissed this thought. ¡°It¡¯s possible to make a Stone of Light shine forever, but it requires more than 10 witches.¡± ¡°More than 10¡­ ¡± Anna mumbled. ¡°Is it transferring magic power?¡± ¡°Yes. Some witches can refill others¡¯ magic power or directly exchange the magic power collected from two people. This way, a witch can channel much more power than the amount she has in her own body and cause a Magic Stone to act continuously.¡± Agatha returned the Stone of Light to its original brightness. ¡°However, this method doesn¡¯t work on every kind of Magic Stone. Usually, only the Stones of Mist with the simplest form of magic power can be used this way, such as Stones of Light or Echo Stones, which aren¡¯t much help in battle.¡± ¡°But they would be very useful in the castle,¡± Roland said excitedly, staring at the box of Stones of Light. In a time before the Electrical Age, these things would be perfect lighting, and he was sick of weak and flickering candlelight. Candles were alright in the winter, but working in the office in the summer was absolute torture, not to mention it¡¯s horrible for his eyesight. Now, these magic stones could brighten the entire castle, even at night. ¡°They would?¡± Agatha asked disapprovingly. ¡°I think they would be more useful in the laboratories, especially if we want to keep producing liquid oxygen at night, because open flames are too dangerous.¡± ¡°Um¡­ Is she asking to work overtime in addition to the eight hours during the day?¡± Roland tilted his head. ¡°Ahem, let¡¯s take a look at the Magic Stones in the other boxes first.¡± A quick check showed that besides Stones of Light of various shapes and brightness, there were also some random Stones. According to the Ice Witch, although these were all priceless goods, they were still of the lowest tier of Magic Stones. For example, there were Stones of Vigilance that sent out signals and Stones of Pathfinding that located things. ¡°I wasn¡¯t in charge of everything in the Holy City¡¯s stone tower, and I was basically estranged from the Quest Society at the time, so all the goods I transported were unimportant.¡± ¡°What about these books?¡± Roland pointed to the black books in the other boxes. ¡°Are these all lab records?¡± ¡°Some of these are the General Principles.¡± Agatha blushed. ¡°I wanted to save a copy as a promotion guide to the new witches who had to reclaim wastelands.¡± Why was this embarrassing? Roland glanced at her curiously and continued to sift through the remaining boxes. ¡°This wooden box¡­ is a little strange.¡± Sylvie¡¯s words caused his hands to tremble and recoil immediately. ¡°Is there a booby trap?¡± ¡°No¡­ there¡¯s an interlayer,¡± she said, examining the box. ¡°It¡¯s at the very bottom. I didn¡¯t notice it at first because I thought it was only a regular partition.¡± Roland took out all the books from the box, exposing the thick bottom. Anna carefully cut open the wooden plank and retrieved a cast iron box. ¡°What¡¯s it?¡± Roland curiously opened the lid and saw a thick metal plate encrusted with four colorful crystals. Its design revealed that it was obviously very unique. ¡°Perhaps the Quest Society did leave you with some valuable objects after all.¡± Agatha gasped. ¡°This¡­ can¡¯t be possible!¡± Her dramatic reaction confused the other four people, and Roland immediately put the metal plate back into the box. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°This is the Sigil of God¡¯s Will!¡± the Ice Witch said in disbelief. ¡°How did Kagar manage to get his hands on this?¡± She rechecked the box a couple of times. ¡°Did he steal it from the other witches in the Quest Society?¡± ¡°Maybe his fleet was attacked and someone entrusted him with it,¡± Roland guess randomly. ¡°It¡¯s been 400 years, and it doesn¡¯t matter who the box belonged to¡­ What on earth is the Sigil of God¡¯s Will?¡± ¡°Some Magic Stones, when pieced together, can have extra abilities, alter their magic powers¡¯ properties, or increase their effects¡ªthis was the most important topic of research for the Quest Society.¡± Agatha carefully scooped up the silver plate. ¡°Magic Stones that are pieced together are called Sigils, and the Sigil of God¡¯s Will is the most powerful kind. Its Magic Stones all come from Senior Demons, and there are only three or four of its kind in all of Taquila.¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but whistle in awe. ¡°How powerful is it?¡± ¡°It can wipe out your entire castle.¡± The prince choked in shock. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it also requires an alarming amount of magic power¡ªthe more Magic Stones are on the Sigil, the harder it is to activate.¡± Agatha closed her eyes, and two of the Magic Stones on the metal plate began to glow, while the third remained dull. After a while, she seemed to be exhausted and let go of the plate, panting. ¡°The only witches who could use the Sigil of God¡¯s Will were the Union¡¯s two Chiefs.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ Transcendents?¡± Agatha nodded. Roland thought for a while and said, ¡°Let Anna have a try.¡± ¡°That¡¯s useless,¡± Agatha said, shaking her head. ¡°Extraordinaries use their magic power differently from ordinary witches, basically practicing all the time. Once they evolve, the amount of magic power in their bodies will greatly surpass¡­ What?!¡± Everyone saw that as soon as Anna touched the Sigil, the four Magic Stones immediately began lighting up one by one, and the edges of the metal plate began streaming with a gold light that looked like lightning. The gold light became more and more intense, and the Sigil shone like the rising sun! ¡°Let go of it right now!¡± Agatha screamed. The light immediately vanished as if it had never even appeared. Anna let out a gasp and gently placed the Sigil back into the iron box. ¡°It does use up a lot of magic power, so I can probably only use it twice.¡± The basement was dead silent. Chapter 389 Chapter 389: Entrust Translator: Meh/TransN Editor: ¨C ¨C ¡°Duke¡­ Eltek, dinner is ready.¡± Irene opened the room door and bowed rigidly. Her voice sounded more restrained than usual. This was the first time Ferlin had seen his wife behaving in such a manner. Even when she met the prince, she was not as nervous as this. ¡°Father?¡± He raised his voice and glanced at the knight who had not spoken a word since he returned. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Duke Eltek blinked his eyes as if he had just woken up from a period of meditation. ¡°Come and eat.¡± The dishes placed on the small dining table were especially sumptuous. To Ferlin, it was apparent that his wife had made a trip to the Convenience Market. He looked at her and smiled, as if to praise and encourage her. He started the dinner by slicing the bread as usual and then proceeded to divide the main course into four equal portions¡ªapart from the three of them, there was also Irene¡¯s friend, May. Earlier, when he came home, he saw May discussing the content of a drama with Irene. After he introduced his father to the two of them, he expected that May would choose to leave, as most people would do. However, she did not, and instead, after making a simple bow towards Duke Eltek while revealing a frown on her face, she remained beside Irene. Even more uncommonly, she proposed that she should stay for dinner. Ferlin was boggled by all of this. In the past, when he wanted to thank her properly, he invited her several times to attend a banquet, but she never agreed even once. However, Morning Light had no time to think about all of this. Although on the surface he appeared calm and collected, his heart was in an utter mess. The first reason was that he was worried about what his father thought about his wife, and the second Agatha¡¯s attitude. From the look of disappointment on his father¡¯s face, it was evident that, as the current head of the Eltek family, he cared a great deal about the matter. However, Ferlin did not know how to console his father, particularly because the many years of separation had created some estrangement between them. All he could do was continue to eat quietly. Fortunately, Miss May was around. Her conversation topic regarding the drama aroused the interest of Duke Eltek, and together they had a nice chat about the charm of King¡¯s City and the lives of the nobility. Hence, the dinner was not so dreary at last. Moreover, Irene was able to participate in the discussion regarding the new drama, and Duke Eltek even enquired about her recent performances. This allowed Ferlin to feel relieved. After dinner, May swiftly took her leave. After helping his wife to wash the cutlery, he was asked by his father to meet in the study. ¡°Your wife has made a good friend.¡± ¡°You mean Miss May?¡± Ferlin was slightly surprised. ¡°She¡¯s indeed an outstanding actress, and has assisted Irene tremendously in her dramas. She took care of Irene during the show in the Stronghold¡­¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not referring to acting,¡± Duke Eltek said. ¡°Didn¡¯t you notice? She kept asserting power over me.¡± ¡°Assert power?¡± Ferlin¡¯s eyes grew bigger. ¡°Weren¡¯t the two of them simply having a nice chat?¡± ¡°Hahaha¡­¡± The old man laughed uncontrollably and shook his head. ¡°You really don¡¯t understand how nobles deal. Her story regarding King¡¯s City was taken from a legend about the interaction between a commoner girl and a noble man. It¡¯s called Cinderella. When discussing politics, she even referred to His Highness¡¯ intention to reclaim feudal land. I believe that she knows that you willingly severed ties with your family to be with Irene, or else, she wouldn¡¯t have opposed me in every sentence.¡± ¡°Is¡­ that right?¡± Duke Eltek smiled. ¡°Rather than be in awe of superficial things like status and title, you should know that it¡¯s one¡¯s practical actions which are more important. After talking to Miss May, I¡¯ve figured out what to do regarding Miss Agatha. Whether or not our ancestors lied, we¡¯ve returned the items that she entrusted to us wholly intact. Even if she¡¯s unwilling to accept us, we can serve her through other means.¡± As he spoke, he sighed loudly. ¡°Although I personally disagree with your view, yet after seeing your life here with Irene, I suddenly realize that these efforts may not be futile after all.¡± ¡°Thank you¡­¡± The sense of affirmation which was revealed in his father¡¯s words made Ferlin¡¯s eyes well up with tears. Although he was very firm about severing his family ties back then, he still hoped in his heart that his marriage would be endorsed by his family. However, what Duke Eltek said next astounded him. ¡°Have you ever considered returning to the Eltek family?¡± ¡°What? No, I¡­ you¡­¡± Morning Light was stupefied. He opened his mouth but did not know how to reply. ¡°Return to the family? Why would father suddenly mention this?¡± The old knight said slowly, ¡°Since you know that your initial decision was a mistake, it¡¯s not too late to turn back.¡± After a long while, Ferlin said cagily, ¡°I feel that my current work is decent, and also the life in Border Town is¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m not asking you to go back to become a knight in Longsong Stronghold.¡± Duke Eltek interrupted. ¡°You should understand what I mean.¡± He then enunciated his words. ¡°I want you to inherit the family.¡± Kingdom of Dawn swallowed his own saliva. ¡°But brother¡­¡± ¡°Miso Eltek won¡¯t make a good successor,¡± Duke Eltek said openly. ¡°At first, he wanted to become a renowned knight in Western Region just like you, but after the Duke¡¯s defeat, he lost his direction. As a family of the losing side, we should pledge our allegiances to the new ruler of the city, but your brother continues to keep in close contact with the other four big families, and I¡¯m unable to change his mind about it. You should be able to guess the reason for this.¡± ¡°Because he¡¯s sure of becoming the next head of the family.¡± Ferlin guessed. After he left the family, his father had no other option except Miso to succeed him. This was also probably why his brother gave him the cold shoulder when he returned to the family mansion after so many years. ¡°This has nothing to do with ability and knowledge. Ability can be developed and knowledge can be taught. But a suitable successor should know how to observe the current situation,¡± his father continued saying. ¡°Lord Petrov has announced His Highness Roland¡¯s new policies. By also inferring from Miss May¡¯s drama in the Stronghold, which is titled ¡°New City¡±, I suspect that he¡¯s going to shape the entire Western Region into one entity soon. It¡¯s uncertain whether the four big families will accept this change, but the situation is definitely not calm. At this time, the most suitable thing for us to do is to observe the changes quietly, rather than be used by these families as pathfinding stones.¡± Ferlin had heard this news before. His Highness had never concealed his own intentions and policies, and in fact, he would publicize them to his people before implementing them. This included the plan to build Border Town into a city. However, he did not wish to participate in a contest over leadership of the family. Despite his father¡¯s words, Miso would definitely not take things lying down. Ferlin understood his younger brother¡¯s personality very well. Finally, he shook his head. ¡°Sorry, Father. I¡­ ¡± ¡°I¡¯m not asking you to make a decision now.¡± The knight gestured with his hands. ¡°After all, I¡¯m still very healthy, and with me around, our family won¡¯t lose its direction.¡± His smile appeared to have aged somewhat. ¡°If Miso could understand these, I wouldn¡¯t need to say so much. All I¡¯m hoping for is that, should our family ever fall into some kind of trouble, you¡¯ll do us a favor¡ªon behalf of your mother and me.¡± This time, Ferlin was not able to refuse. Chapter 390 Chapter 390: Winter Translator: TransN Editor: Meh After Paper finished washing up, she wrung her towel and hung it on the snow-covered balcony. By leaving the towel outside for a day, it would freeze completely. Before she used it again, all she needed to do was to knead and pat it a few times, and then remove the remnants of ice. Of course, she could also remain warm indoors and use her magic power to vaporize the moisture on the towel, but that would reduce her number of daily practices. Paper was aware that her body¡¯s capacity for magic power was considered to be one of the worst among the witches, hence every drop of it had to be used wisely. Just as she completed the cleaning work, someone knocked on the door. Almost every day at this time, big sister Wendy would bring her to the castle hall to enjoy a hearty breakfast. ¡°Coming!¡± Paper opened the door cheerfully. It was indeed Wendy who was standing outside¡ªshe proceeded to hug Paper lovingly and sniffed her cheeks. ¡°Excellent, you¡¯ve cleaned up already.¡± ¡°Hehe.¡± Paper grinned and held Wendy¡¯s hand as they walked towards the castle hall together. It had been nearly half a month since she came to Border Town, and she had become accustomed to the way of life. Here, there was no need to leave her shack early in the morning to find food, and no need to worry that the firewood she gathered would be stolen. Aside from the time she spent filling her stomach and keeping warm, she could concentrate on practicing her magic power and acquiring knowledge. In the past, she could only imagine having such a life while chatting with her companions. A life where one had no worries about survival seemed to be reserved only for the masters and mistresses of the great noble families. Paper had never expected that someday, she could also have this kind of life. Wendy¡¯s palms felt soft and warm¡ªa feeling Paper had never experienced while living in the slums. In her present life, Paper felt that there were people who constantly loved and cared about her. She hoped that she could remain permanently in this warm and loving place. If it was only a dream, she would rather not wake up. As they walked into the hall, Paper noticed that the witches were not sitting at the long table and eating their meals as usual. Instead, they crowded around a wall and bawled incessantly. She blinked her eyes in curiosity, but was too embarrassed to ask Wendy what the witches were doing. However, the latter seemed to read her thoughts, and said, laughing, ¡°Our sisters are testing out their fighting capacities.¡± ¡°Fighting capacity?¡± Paper was intrigued. ¡°What¡­ is that?¡± ¡°It¡¯s something that was invented by His Highness¡¯ eccentric rhetoric. Don¡¯t take it too seriously.¡± Wendy bent her waist and lifted the young lady onto her shoulder. ¡°See that silver sheet of metal? It¡¯s said to be a relic from the witches¡¯ kingdom, which existed more than four hundred years ago, and was used by Extraordinaries as a battle weapon. Only those with strong magic power can summon its might. His Highness has placed it in the hall so that everyone can test the level of their magic power, or should I say¡­ to satisfy the curiosity of our sisters. Those who are able to illumine the four magic stones placed on the weapon in one breath would be considered to have divinely willed fighting capacity.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Paper felt extremely confused. ¡°Witches¡¯ kingdom?¡± ¡°Extraordinaries?¡± ¡°Magic Stones?¡± These foreign words left her scratching her head, but that did not mitigate the shock caused by the incredible sight before her¡ªas the witches took turns to place their hands on the metal sheet, the embedded crystals glowed brightly and resembled a kaleidoscope of colorful stars. ¡°I can illumine two magic stones!¡± exclaimed Lightning, who was the same age as Paper. On her shoulder sat a stout-looking dove¡ªPaper recalled that the bird was also a witch who was called Maggie around here. ¡°Two and a half, coo!¡± Pigeon cried out proudly. ¡°Aye, you actually did better than me? That¡¯s impossible!¡± ¡°Do you want to try?¡± Wendy laughed. ¡°I guess that you won¡¯t do very well now. You haven¡¯t learnt how to imbue magic power into a magic stone, let alone summon a sigil. But, His Highness has stipulated this as a required course for witches, and therefore, you¡¯ll soon be given a Stone of Light to use for practice.¡± ¡°Would it be as crystal-clear and shiny as these gems?¡± Paper was suddenly excited. She looked at Wendy and nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll practice really really well!¡± ¡°Good girl.¡± Wendy laughed and rubbed the young child¡¯s cheeks. ¡°Eat first, then you¡¯ll have the energy to practice.¡± ¡­ After finishing her oatmeal, Paper returned to the Witch Tower and began her daily practice. Wendy had told her that everything on this Earth was formed of tiny balls which the eyes could not see, and material changes were the result of these balls separating and bonding. One¡¯s abilities could only accelerate these processes, rather than simply, for example, melting ice or cooling hot water. Although she was not able to understand the meaning of Wendy¡¯s words, she conscientiously followed Wendy¡¯s request¡ªshe would feel the magic power that was contained in her own body and released it as evenly as possible. From her earlier years living in the slums, she understood that the fact that she was now able to live a good life was because His Highness required the power of witches¡ªthis was her only worth, and therefore, if she did not want to be abandoned, she had to work hard. Suddenly, Paper felt a twisting pain in her abdomen. Magic power was vibrating inside her body and seemed like it wanted to burst out, causing her to groan uncontrollably. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Wendy, who was by her side, asked. ¡°No, nothing.¡± She shook her head. ¡°Just now, my magic power felt like it wanted to break free.¡± ¡°Break free¡­¡± Wendy pondered for a moment. ¡°Do you remember when you became a witch?¡± ¡°It was probably winter,¡± Paper said softly. ¡°I cannot remember the exact date.¡± ¡°It¡¯s now the end of autumn, and winter will be here in a few days.¡± Wendy¡¯s smile disappeared. ¡°As we near the Day of Awakening, our body¡¯s magic power will become active as a form of bite. Take a rest first. I¡¯ll call Nightingale over. She¡¯ll be able to see the changes of your body¡¯s magic power.¡± She walked to the door, then turned back and added, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. For a witch from Border Town, this is not a life and death issue.¡± ¡­ Wendy¡¯s prediction was confirmed. After three days, Paper was about to have her second Day of Awakening. Lying on her large bed, she looked around at the circle of witches that had come to visit her. Listening to their gabble of comforting words, she suddenly felt like crying. The pain of being burned by magic power, which she remembered from her first awakening, seemed to become much more bearable. ¡°Because your practice time is relatively short, it¡¯s not guaranteed that the pain of the bite will completely go away.¡± Wendy sat at Paper¡¯s bedside and stroked her hair. ¡°But remember, don¡¯t ever think about giving up, and don¡¯t lose your sense of awareness.¡± Paper nodded. She did not dare to speak up, afraid that the moment she opened her mouth, she would start to cry loudly. She did not want to disgrace herself in front of everyone. While living in the slums, crying was seen as the weakest expression, something which only people who gave up would do. Paper closed her eyes and quietly waited for that moment to arrive. ¡­ When she opened her eyes, she saw that outside the window was a sea of white. The bite was weaker than she had expected, such that the various means of rescue which everyone had helped to prepare turned out to be redundant. When she awakened, she felt that her body¡¯s capacity for magic power had increased considerably. Small changes had taken place all over her body. Her eyes could see further, and her limbs possessed greater strength than before. After she washed her face, she once again heard Wendy knocking on the door. ¡°I¡¯m coming.¡± Paper opened the door cheerfully and held Wendy¡¯s hand. However, this time, Wendy did not bring her to the castle hall, but instead, to the Lord¡¯s office on the third floor. The gray-haired big shot smiled gently at Paper and held a piece of parchment in front of her. ¡°From today onwards, you¡¯re officially a member of the Witch Union.¡± Chapter 391 Chapter 391: The Sigil¡¯s Secret Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After winter arrived, the snow seemed to subside considerably. Roland was humming a tune as he read through the three manuscripts on his table. They were, separately, the plan for the trial and production of the latest type of ammunition, the blueprint for the latest generation of small weapons, and the construction plan for the Spellcaster Tower. The former two manuscripts were ideas which he had conceived for a long time. Now that he could make use of Agatha¡¯s abilities to freeze and control temperature, the town¡¯s nitric acid output increased manyfold. The problem regarding the stability of the mass production of nitroglycerin had also been solved, and therefore, all of the conditions for the manufacture of double base propellants were fundamentally provided. Even though Roland knew that this type of propellant was created by dissolving nitrocotton in nitroglycerin, and eventually obtaining a viscous jelly that could be sliced or granulated, he still required an alchemist to test and find out the mixture ratios involved. Fortunately, Kyle Sichi was already very experienced in conducting both quantitative and qualitative experiments. If this task was given to him, the results should be obtainable in one or two weeks. Since Roland was already trying to produce a brand new propellant, naturally, the development of a new type of light weapon was also on the agenda. Compared with blackfire gunpowder, which required the use of a large-caliber revolving rifle, only a small amount of a double base propellant was necessary to achieve an equivalent lethality. Therefore, based on firepower and cost-to-performance ratio, it was definitely better to switch from rifles to light-caliber automatic weapons. Of course, the specific parameters were to be further determined according to the results of Anna¡¯s processing. Roland drank a mouthful of hot tea and placed the third manuscript in front of him. This was what excited him the most at present. Compared to the other plans, the contents of this document looked very discordant. At Agatha¡¯s request, he planned to build a Spellcaster Tower beside the Witch House and use it for the research and manufacturing of sigils. He imagined a lofty Magic Tower standing high among the masses of chimneys and factories. It felt simply¡­ too cool and fancy. Roland started laughing uncontrollably. Nightingale, who was at one side busy gnawing on dried fish, looked at Roland contemptuously. ¡°Are sigils really so interesting? The witches¡¯ kingdom possessed many sigils, yet still lost to the demons.¡± ¡°But there¡¯re some very interesting things inside.¡± The prince took a thick book out of a drawer. It was a sigil collection that was translated from the experimental notes left behind by the Quest Society. It recorded all of the formulas discovered by the Quest Society over more than 200 years. To him, this was a completely new territory. After Agatha had completed the translation, Roland spent most of his nighttimes reading the book. As he read about the uses and composite lists of the magic stones, He felt as if he was assembling runewords. Probably, when the Chief Alchemist first received the book of Elementary Chemistry, he carried similar excitement as he studied the different chemical formulas. ¡°Knowledge that¡¯s new always seems especially attractive, even if it¡¯s only basics.¡± ¡°For example?¡± Nightingale leant over to Roland. ¡°Like this.¡± Roland pointed to a sentence in the book. ¡°The ancient witches called this the Sigil of Listening. It is used for long-distance communication, and, like the Sigil of Tracking, it¡¯ll remain effective even if it¡¯s separated into parts.¡± He shifted his pointing finger downwards. ¡°The materials are very simple. All you need is a piece of Echo Stone and a piece of Marking Stone.¡± According to the book¡¯s description, the effective range of this sigil was dozens of miles. Although it could not compare to the mobile phones of later ages, which were supported by many signal towers and satellites, it could still suffice as a walkie-talkie. ¡°Is it?¡± Nightingale glanced at the page and then pulled Roland¡¯s finger towards the page on the right. ¡°However, it¡¯s written here that ¡®Echo Stones come from Fearsome Demons, and Marking Stones are commonly seen in Devil¡¯s Town.¡¯ How are you going to obtain these two magic stones?¡± ¡°No, we already have the materials,¡± Roland said zealously. ¡°The piece of red crystal which Lightning found in the ruins was an Echo Stone. As for the Marking Stone, it¡¯s one of the composite materials of the Sigil of Tracking¡ªTilly has brought along a few of this, and they simply have to be disassembled.¡± ¡°Even if Agatha is able to create it, you¡¯ll only be able to obtain one Sigil of Listening.¡± ¡°Just let her try. Anyway, when we fight demons in the future, we¡¯ll acquire more and more Magic Stones.¡± It was too bad that, previously, there weren¡¯t the conditions for research on new applications of magic power. Now that Roland had the technical support of Agatha, he was not about to let go of these resources which cost nearly nothing. ¡°Alright.¡± Nightingale shrugged. ¡°As for the Sigil of God¡¯s Will, what magic stones does it require?¡± ¡°This¡­ I remember seeing it on the last page.¡± Roland flipped to the final page of the book. ¡°By the way, how was the result of your fighting capacity test?¡± Nightingale flinched for a while and then uttered a single word. ¡°Secret!¡± She seemed to have been frustrated by Anna. ¡°Found it, over here.¡± Roland pouted his lips. ¡°The four required magic stones are all written as unknown¡­ probably, out of confidentiality considerations, the Quest Society didn¡¯t record them in the written form. However, according to Agatha, these magic stones mostly come from the Senior Demons, and therefore, even if they were written down, no one would be able to obtain them.¡± ¡°And yet you display such a precious object openly in the hall.¡± Nightingale groaned. ¡°If the Transcendents find out, they¡¯ll be so angry at you that they¡¯ll even come back to life.¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s nothing precious, probably¡­ as precious as a few dozen kilograms of TNT.¡± Roland laughed but did not reply. ¡­ This time, he waited until Agatha had completed her production of acid for the day before he called her into the office. ¡°Have a look at the Spellcaster Tower that I¡¯ve designed for you.¡± Roland held up his sketch. ¡°The basement is a warehouse, and there are three storeys above ground. They are, separately, the apprentice lab, the tower master¡¯s lab, and the office.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ why is it called the Spellcaster Tower?¡± Agatha frowned. ¡°All I want is a chemical lab like Sir Kyle¡¯s, except a little more spacious and bright. It¡¯ll be very troublesome to build a tower like this. In Taquila, towers were built only because the land area of the city was small. You have lots of open space here.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not fashionable already!¡± Roland shouted in his heart. ¡°Anyway, the problems regarding the construction aren¡¯t difficult to solve. Aside from the facilities that I have stated, do you have other demands?¡± ¡°No.¡± Agatha raised her hands. ¡°If you insist.¡± ¡°Great.¡± Roland placed the sketch down and started talking about the idea he thought of in the morning. ¡°Can you complete the sigil production alone?¡± ¡°No, I can¡¯t.¡± Agatha shook her head. ¡°Although sigils are created by linking magic stones, the materials required to transmit magic power are very complicated. Most importantly, it requires the blood of demons.¡± The prince was stunned. ¡°What?¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t hear wrongly. And it has to be fresh blood.¡± She said solemnly. ¡°When the Quest Society was figuring out the nature of magic power, it conducted thousands of experiments and eventually proved that the flesh and blood of witches, demons and demonic beasts are completely different in nature, and their functions are also remarkably different.¡± ¡°The flesh and blood of¡­witches?¡± Roland received a shock when he suddenly realized the meaning behind these words. He asked impulsively, ¡°What are their functions?¡± ¡°To create God¡¯s Punishment Army,¡± Agatha said stoically. Chapter 392 Chapter 392: Determination Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland widened his eyes and said, ¡°Using dead¡­¡± ¡°No.¡± Agatha interrupted him. ¡°Just as with demons¡¯ blood, the flesh should be taken from a living witch.¡± He heard Nightingale gasp behind him. ¡°This was the most important secret of the Quest Society. Not long after the experiment began, I left the stone tower of the Holy City. The only thing I knew about the experiment was that it used the blood of weak and old witches, mixed it with God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and injected it into the bodies of mortals to make mortal¡¯s body change.¡± Agatha¡¯s tone was a bit grave. ¡°Judging from the notebook you found, this research must have succeeded.¡± ¡°How much blood was needed?¡± ¡°More than half.¡± Agatha¡¯s answer saddened Roland. ¡°The blood must come from the same person, otherwise the magic powers contained in it would reject each other and their effectiveness would greatly decrease.¡± She paused. ¡°You guessed correctly. A witch died for every experiment, and mortals could barely survive the erosion of the weakened magic blood. In the beginning, no one could survive. A great number of society members objected to it because they believed that mortals could never gain magic power. If not for the insistence of Chief Alice, this plan might not have been carried out fully.¡± ¡°But now the church has a huge God¡¯s Punishment Army¡­ According to Tilly¡¯s information, there may be 500 to 1,000 God¡¯s Punishment Warriors,¡± Roland said, frowning. ¡°Suppose the success recorded in the notebook refers to the increase of the transformation rate to 10%, it means that at least half of the witches had been killed. I don¡¯t think those people could gather such a large number of old witches.¡± ¡°The church arrested and raised witches so that they could drain their blood and create powerful extraordinary warriors?¡± Roland felt the hand on his shoulder clench involuntarily. ¡°Damn it. Hundreds of witches with all kinds of magic powers died in the Holy City of Hermes for no reason, and they were branded as the Fallen and were loathed by the public. Such an ignorant organization must be destroyed, even if its original intention was to fight against the demons.¡± ¡°Rest assured. I¡¯ll stop them,¡± Roland said word by word. After Agatha left, Nightingale shut off her Mist and appeared in front of him. She gritted her teeth and said, ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that was how God¡¯s Punishment Army was produced! If the Church really came from the Union, their chief must be a lunatic! ¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± He sighed. ¡°Now it makes sense why the church has been adopting female orphans and abandoned babies everywhere¡ªthey were only collecting materials for creating a huge army. Perhaps slandering the witches as Devil¡¯s minions was also part of their plan, in order to justify their treatment of witches.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale did not respond, but her face was full of anger. Roland slightly worried about her. Holding her hand, he said, ¡°You don¡¯t intend to¡­¡± ¡°Pick a fight with the church by myself?¡± She shook her head. ¡°I¡¯m not that silly. If they were so fragile that they could be overturned by a witch, someone else would have done it long ago.¡± The prince felt a little relieved. ¡°The ultimate goal of creating the God¡¯s Punishment Army is to strengthen the church. If there¡¯re extraordinary ones among the witches the church raised, they won¡¯t have to give blood¡­ Even escaping into the Mist won¡¯t guarantee safety when facing witches loyal to the church. When we wage a war against the church, the safest strategy is to push forward step by step following the firearms of the First Army. Whatever the enemies are, they are no different in front of bullets.¡± He paused. ¡°I¡¯ve said that in the new world, witches will be able to live a normal life without restrictions, just like ordinary people do.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Nightingale whispered, putting her forehead on Roland¡¯s head. ¡°I¡¯m sure you can do it all.¡± ******************* Wendy sent Paper back to the witches¡¯ building and happily returned to the Lord¡¯s castle. Recently, she felt her days were very fulfilling. Although her previous life was quite comfortable, she¡¯d always felt something missing. Now, with this little girl who was well-behaved and full of admiration for her, she believed there was nothing more pleasing than this. ¡°Winter has come. This is when the witches¡¯ awakenings happen the most. In the following months, there might be more new witches joining the Witch Union, so there¡¯ll be more kids for me to take care of.¡± This thought excited Wendy very much. She gently hummed the song she heard from His Highness. But when she pushed open her bedroom door, what she saw startled her. God, what do I see? Nightingale sits in front of the book table, reading the Natural Science Theoretical Foundation! Did she fight with His Highness Roland?¡± ¡°Ahem.¡± Wendy coughed twice. ¡°I¡¯m back.¡± Nightingale nodded, giving no response. From the side, her face seemed very upset and sad. She must have guessed correctly. Wendy stepped forward, patted Nightingale¡¯s shoulder, and softly comforted her. ¡°This is love. You sometimes quarrel, but when you think about it, it¡¯s nothing serious. Sleep on it and you¡¯ll feel better afterwards.¡± ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°You and His Highness¡­ Fighting is only temporary, so don¡¯t take it seriously.¡± ¡°Why would I quarrel with him?¡± She said, touching her forehead. ¡°Uh¡­ you didn¡¯t?¡± Wendy paused. ¡°Then why are you reading all of a sudden?¡± Nightingale sighed and told Wendy about the Experiment of God¡¯s Punishment that Agatha had revealed to her. ¡°I just feel I need to become stronger to help more in future battles to overthrow the church.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Upon hearing what Nightingale said, Wendy solemnly nodded. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that the church built monasteries to obtain witches¡¯ blood¡­ If it weren¡¯t for Ashes, who had suddenly awakened as an Extraordinary and drew all the guards¡¯ attention, I¡¯m afraid I would have been among the other corpses in the church.¡± ¡°Nightingale is right. Perhaps the environment in the castle is so relaxing that I¡¯ve let my guard down.¡± Wendy suddenly realized that the enemies were very close. Be it from the church or demons, their threats weren¡¯t completely eliminated, yet she hadn¡¯t improved for a long time. Although her magic power was slowly increasing, her fighting skills and ability to create wind weren¡¯t so different from the time when she was in the Witch Cooperation Association, and evolution was totally out of the question. Sisters such as Mystery Moon, Hummingbird and Echo were studying very hard. Compared to them, she seemed to be slacking off. As an older predecessor, she couldn¡¯t even light two Magic Stones on the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. If this continued, she would feel like an unworthy elder to the other witches. ¡°You¡¯re right. I need to study hard as well.¡± Wendy took a deep breath. She decided that from that day on, she would spend two hours every night before bed learning the knowledge from His Highness. She went to the bathroom to have a quick wash, returned to the room, and found Nightingale lying on the desk, asleep. Chapter 393 Chapter 393: New Boats Entering the Water Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A crowd of people surrounded the temporary shipyard by the Redwater River. Everyone knew that in the wooden shed some strange boats were being built with shells resembling a huge bathtub. The boats were made of gray cement¡ªa material which was no different from rock after it set. If they were put into water, there would be no trace of it except a splash. The craftsmen who worked here gave it a proper name: Bathtub Ship. Today would be when the first two boats went into the water. The crowd was composed of two kinds of people. One kind was civilians who had just joined Border Town and were curious about the event or felt it unconceivable, so they came to check it out with great skepticism. A great number of them were fishermen and sailors from the Eastern and Southern Territory. The other kind was locals who were used to His Highness¡¯ various ¡°miracles¡±. They had heard of the previous Littletown and gathered here in the drifting snow to see His Highness. Cacusim was among the first kind. When Cacusim first saw the notice about the test of new boats and the new recruiting order of His Highness, he said he would come and watch the boats entering water no matter what. Vader had no choice but to ask His Excellency Carter for a leave and accompany Cacusim. Considering Cacusim wasn¡¯t familiar with this area, and the ground was covered with thick snow, Vader was worried about his going to a crowded place all by himself. If he fell down in a push-squeeze situation, it could mean incurable injury. ¡°You¡¯re underestimating me, child.¡± The old man waved his hand, suggesting Vader not to follow him. ¡°I¡¯ve been through winds and waves. Although I¡¯m getting old, my physical condition isn¡¯t much worse than yours.¡± ¡°Sure, sure,¡± Vader said carelessly. ¡°I¡¯ve already asked for leave, so any rejection is too late. I just don¡¯t quite get it¡ªwhy do you have to come and see this thing enter water? It¡¯s only a boat.¡± ¡°But you said it was made out of gray stone.¡± Cacusim shook his head. ¡°Have we entered a time when even a bathtub-sized stone could float on water?¡± ¡°It¡¯s my own fault.¡± Vader thought. ¡°I shouldn¡¯t have mentioned the notice at the square.¡± ¡°Maybe His Highness was only bragging. Probably it¡¯s a wooden boat with a few parts made out of that¡­ cement.¡± ¡°That¡¯s even more unlikely.¡± The old man insisted. ¡°Think about it¡ªwhen was this wooden shed built?¡± ¡°About¡­ over a month ago.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. It¡¯s before when you were recruited as a policeman. When we first moved to the Inner City here, this place was still empty!¡± His beard shook. ¡°It took a month to build the shed, so it means building the first boat only took half a month.¡± ¡°Uh, isn¡¯t that normal?¡± Vader was bewildered. ¡°Of course not!¡± Cacusim exclaimed, ¡°In the name of the Sea God! I¡¯ve never seen a boat that could be built within half a month. It¡¯s not a matter of size¡ªfor any type of sailing boat, processing keels alone would take more than a month, because you must wait until the wood is totally dried to then curve it with steam. This is a very complicated process that can¡¯t be completed in a short time.¡± Vader was very surprised. ¡°Why are you so familiar with shipbuilding?¡± ¡°I was once a captain, child.¡± The old man sighed. ¡°When I was young, I used to sail with lots of goods through Seawindshire and the Port of Clearwater, and I reached as far as the Kingdom of Dawn and Fjord Islands. Then something happened¡­ and now I¡¯m here. ¡± ¡°You¡¯ve never told me any of that.¡± Vader said with his eyes wide open. ¡°You¡¯ve never asked, child.¡± Cacusim shrugged. ¡°Alright.¡± Vader shifted his attention to the shipyard. ¡°So what you¡¯re really curious about is the technique His Highness used to build a sailing boat within half a month.¡± ¡°Any captain would be curious.¡± Cacusim touched his beard. ¡°If His Highness isn¡¯t lying, do you know what this means?¡± One or two years later, his fleet will be sailing through all the rivers in the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± Vader¡¯ heart twitched. ¡°You don¡¯t intend to¡­¡± Cacusim smiled, ¡°I can¡¯t always eat your oatmeal.¡± ¡°His Highness never lies.¡± Someone nearby suddenly said. ¡°Besides, that¡¯s not a sailing boat.¡± Vader turned around to find that the speaker was a young man. Judging from his accent, he seemed to be a local Western Region resident. ¡°Not a sailing boat?¡± ¡°No. It can travel without wind and at a speed faster than any sailing boat.¡± ¡°The young man continued proudly, ¡°Have you seen the steam engines in the mines? They can easily drag a basket of ore out of the mine hole. These cement boats are driven by those steam engines, and according to His Highness, they¡¯re actually steam-powered boats!¡± ¡°Travelling without sails?¡± Cacusim said with disbelief, ¡°Kid, that¡¯s nonsense. If a boat has no sails, it can only rely on paddling. Such a boat can never travel faster than a sailing boat. Besides, they¡¯re not in the water yet. If you haven¡¯t seen it, how can you be sure that they can move in water at all?¡± ¡°Of course I¡¯ve seen it,¡± said the young man. ¡°You must be newcomers from other territories, so it¡¯s normal if you don¡¯t understand. In the summertime, I modified a steam-powered boat for a Caravan across the strait. But the boat was still wooden and not as durable as those cement ones.¡± Vader intended to argue more, but that young man¡¯s eyes suddenly brightened up. Pointing to the shipyard, that man said, ¡°Look over there. His Highness is here!¡± Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd as all the people raised their hands to greet the Lord. Prince Roland went up to the temporary wooden platform next to the shipyard, conveyed a few congratulatory words, and then announced the entering water of the new boats. With rhythmic chants, the workers opened the wooden shed towards the Redwater River. A boat with a 40-meter-long gray hull slid down the river levee, collecting snow, and plunged into the icy water. Vader felt his heart jump into his throat. He thought this thing would sink directly to the river bottom, but to his surprise, after the rear half entered the water, the front lifted up and splashed with foam. The crowd burst into applause again. ¡°Gee, it really floats up.¡± Cacusim froze in shock. ¡°But is it really made of stone?¡± Vader had the same question¡ªthe surface of the Bathtub Ship looked so smooth, as if it was made of finely polished granite slabs seamlessly connected together. The hull of the boat looked like one whole piece. The boat cabin was shallow and it had no decks, so there were no places for the crew to sleep. Furthermore, the boat bottom was too flat for masts to be fixed on. As its nickname indicated, this thing looked exactly like a bathtub. Either way, His Highness had indeed managed to produce the boat within half a month. Vader looked at Cacusim and found his eyes glinting with excitement. ¡°I want to apply to be captain,¡± said the old man. Chapter 394 Chapter 394: The Seed of a Navy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Roland watched the second cement boat slip into the water with satisfaction His subjects cheered loudly. The two cement boats looked simple in terms of structure, but they were actually much better than previous models, namely the Littletown. A framework of dense steel reinforcement had been added to the internal structure, and the quality of the cement had improved tremendously. The overall strength of the boat was thus several times greater than the Littletown. To expedite the shipbuilding process, Roland reserved slots and ports for steam engines, transmission mechanisms and paddle wheels when he designed the hull. This way, laborers only needed to weld bolts into the metal components. They could quickly build the boat putting pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. Meanwhile, the mold was now made of iron rather than temporary masonry. This change not only guaranteed a high density of the poured concrete, thereby improving the boat¡¯s waterproof performance, but it also ensured that each boat was almost exactly the same. This helped to avoid errors when installing the power system. In order to create a complete design of the mold, Roland had scrapped at least seven or eight testing samples. Fortunately, cement was no longer scarce these days. Steam engines had replaced human labor, from stone grinding all the way to kiln feeding. It was the only large-scale industrial project that did not rely on witches¡¯ abilities in Border Town. With ample materials, reliable molds and skilled laborers, the only factor that limited the production of hulls was the hardening rate of cement. However, with the help of Paper¡¯s reaction acceleration ability, it only took one day (rather than the original one to two months) to launch a cement boat. In other words, the shipyard could launch an unpowered vessel every two or three days if Roland wished to. If the speed of steam engine manufacturing could catch up with that of crew training, he would most likely develop a huge shipping fleet in a short period of time and fill the Redwater River with his own cement boats. They would look like ¡°dumplings in boiling water¡±. That was the appeal of industrialization. Now that the hull had been completed, the next step would be the installation of power units. The mechanical equipment was pretty much the same as those on the modified boats of the Chamber of Commerce at Crescent Moon Bay. The craftsmen already had practical experience, so he didn¡¯t need to worry about it. ¡°I don¡¯t understand. Why did you tell these things to subjects?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°To advertise the national power.¡± Roland smiled faintly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry?¡± ¡°I mean to behold the tremendous changes the town has gone through.¡± The prince stroked his chin. ¡°You probably never expected a boat made of stones could float on the water before seeing the Littletown. My subjects think the same way. After realizing what is impossible, they¡¯ll have a greater sense of township. It¡¯s a comprehensive upgrading in mentality, which can even turn into a belief that there¡¯s nothing they can¡¯t achieve.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t quite understand.¡± Nightingale sounded a little confused. ¡°You just see it as a means of propaganda, and that will do,¡± Roland smiled and said. In this era, the nobilities only celebrated with civilians for big events or ceremonies, both of which were almost entirely noble affairs. If it weren¡¯t for the free food, many civilians wouldn¡¯t attend. Nevertheless, the cement boats were the combined work of hundreds of laborers, and they were part of the festivities. After witnessing constant miracles, members of the territory would gradually develop their confidence and sense of identity, collectively referred to as ¡°superpower mentality¡± in later generations. Once a territory had become powerful and prosperous, the mentality of its subjects would inevitably experience positive changes. ¡­ A week later, Roland met over twenty townies who had applied for the captain¡¯s position in the castle¡¯s hall. He was quite surprised at first when Barov reported the number, as he did not expect there would be so many ¡°top-notch talents¡± among the refugees taken in by this town. When he read the detailed report that he couldn¡¯t help laughing. There were quite a few fishermen who operated rafts and small fishing boats, even some boatmen who made a living providing ferry services. They could indeed be regarded as ¡°captain¡±, in a sense. Among all the applicants, there were only three people with experience operating sloops on the inland river, one of whom claimed that he used to work as a commander for a merchant fleet, and had earned a living on the sea for a long time. Roland thought for a while, then decided to recruit all twenty people. Steam-powered boats belonged to a completely different system from that of sailboats, and were also operated in a distinct way. Even an experienced captain would not necessarily learn the operation of paddle steamers that fast. Besides, he knew nothing about operating a boat himself, so it would be better for them to learn as they went. Since he was starting from scratch, he needed to be resolute and have the courage to explore. ¡°I¡¯ve reviewed your applications,¡± Roland glanced at the group of people kneeling in the hall, ¡°Today I¡¯ve summoned you here to tell you that you¡¯ve passed the preliminary assessment, and have gloriously become the first group of captain interns. Please rise.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Your Highness,¡± all the people rose gingerly, exchanging looks with one other. They looked rather confused about the term ¡°captain intern¡±. The prince took the initiative to explain, ¡°Being an intern means you haven¡¯t been officially hired yet. You¡¯ll only get half of the salary stated in the post until you are officially on board, ten silver royals a month. The first two months will be the learning period, during which you will get yourselves familiarized with the performance, operation method and procedures of the new boat. The third month will be the trial period, during which you¡¯ll be assessed in terms of your learning ability. Only the qualified ones will be promoted to official captains and paid full salary. Those who aren¡¯t willing to accept these terms can leave now.¡± Nobody in the group moved. After a while, an old man suddenly spoke, ¡°Your Highness, who¡¯ll teach us and who¡¯ll assess us to see if we¡¯re qualified?¡± Roland cast him a glance with great interest. He was the one who claimed to be an experienced fleet commander. His name appeared to be Cacusim. If Roland remembered correctly, he was a relative of the policeman from the assassination case two months ago. Judging from the old man¡¯s tone, Roland could tell that he didn¡¯t think there was anyone qualified to teach him how to operate a ship. Indeed, there was none. ¡°The ¡®teachers¡¯ will be yourselves,¡± the prince nodded and said. These words caused a stir among the group. ¡°Your Highness, what does that mean?¡± Cacusim asked, confused. ¡°How much do you know about steam engines?¡± Roland replied with a question. As he expected, not a single person could answer. ¡°The steam-powered boat is brand new in every aspect. Your past experience will not actually help much, therefore you need to explore and find a way yourselves. Of course, I¡¯ll send the craftsmen from the steam engine plant to assist you in familiarizing yourselves with machines.¡± He paused for a little bit and said, ¡°The assessment approach is very simple. Those who are able to operate the boat with a group of sailors and complete a transportation task will be regarded as qualified.¡± Although the saying ¡®It takes ten years to build an army and a hundred years a navy¡¯ was exaggerating slightly, it did indicate the difficulty in building a navy. If this group of people could master the operation of the steam-powered boat, they could for sure foster a large group of capable crews for the Western Region. These crews could be directly employed to build steam-powered shallow water gunboats later. He wondered what kind of navy it would turn out to be. Chapter 395 Chapter 395: Deep down inside the Winter Forest Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Leaf passed through the branches and foliage looking for Lightning and Maggie. In actuality, she was not exactly passing through them, but moving just her vision¡ªher body was integrated into the thick forest. It was an amazing feeling. She felt like a bird, except a bird would fall to the ground if it wasn¡¯t flapping its wings, whereas she wouldn¡¯t. As long as she maintained this form, she could cross from one end of the Fusion Forest to the other instantly. Of course, compared to the entire Misty Forest, the range that Leaf could cover now was just a drop in the ocean. Ever since her ability had evolved, she had longed to experience the Misty Forest to the west of the town. If she could control this vast forest it would be of great help to His Highness, whether it was fighting against demonic beasts or collecting goods and materials. There wasn¡¯t much she could do for His Highness in return. Apart from improving crops, this was the only thing she could do, so she wanted to be good at it. Compared to the castle¡¯s back garden, this was a real forest. Its complexity was far greater than the ecosphere of the castle¡¯s olive trees and grape vines and beyond comparison. There were numerous creatures hiding beneath every inch of earth. Looking down along the roots of plants she could sense dormant animals, squirming insects, and decaying remains, along with tiny babbling streams. To prevent losing herself, Leaf expanded her territory with great caution¡ªstarting from the city wall on the west, extending little by little each day. Once she completely adapted to an environment, she would then try to control a new plot of forest land. At this rate, she could cover the entire Misty Forest within two or three years. Shortly after, Leaf found two people hunting in the forest. If she had been walking in the snow instead of flying above the treetops, she would have noticed them sooner. ¡°I found some prey,¡± said Leaf, shaking the branches. ¡°Ah!¡± Lightning patted her chest after a shudder. ¡°You scared me!¡± ¡°Coo, coo!¡± Maggie nodded repeatedly. ¡°Sorry.¡± Leaf revealed herself through a tree trunk, just like a twig growing out of the branches. ¡°Is this better?¡± ¡°Well, at least I¡¯m not talking to a ghost.¡± Lightning landed quietly. ¡°You can appear anywhere in the forest at will?¡± She nodded. ¡°As long as it falls in the territory that¡¯s under my control.¡± Maggie landed right on Leaf¡¯s back, walked a few steps back and forth, and even pecked where her body and the trunk joined. ¡°You¡¯ve even grown into a tree, coo!¡± Feeling her back tickling, Leaf couldn¡¯t help laughing. ¡°Because this is my ability,¡± said she. ¡°It feels a little weird, coo.¡± ¡°How can you call someone else weird? You¡¯ve turned yourself into a giant demon bird.¡± Lightning rolled her eyes and looked at Leaf. ¡°Where¡¯s the prey?¡± ¡°Follow me,¡± she said, turning her head. Leaf couldn¡¯t sustain a human form while moving, instead she made vines grow up from the ground to lead Lightning and Maggie on the way. ¡°What kind of prey?¡± Lightning asked. ¡°A big boar that ran out of the depths of the forest,¡± she replied. ¡°Do you really want to catch it yourself? I can just tie it up with grape vines and throw it at the foot of the city wall.¡± ¡°Of course. Explorers seek more than just results.¡± The little girl raised her head. ¡°The process is sometimes more memorable than the outcome.¡± ¡°I¡¯m good as long as there¡¯s meat to eat, coo!¡± Leaf could not help smiling. The two of them had already become frequent visitors to the Misty Forest before she had integrated into it. They hunted in the forest to practice their magic powers, and Maggie would carry all of the prey they caught back to the castle. Half of the meat on the table these days was provided by them. ¡°Look, there it is,¡± said Leaf. There was a huge boar squatting down by the stream, lapping up the cold water. With large, sharp tusks at the side of its snout, and a raised mane that was almost finger-length, it appeared to be a tough enemy. Hunters would normally stay away when coming across such an animal, but it was just a feast in the witches¡¯ eyes. ¡°I¡¯m ready,¡± said Lightning, who pulled out her dagger. ¡°No gun?¡± Leaf asked in surprise. ¡°That would be too boring.¡± She wiped her nose with great confidence and rushed straight toward the target. ¡°Good luck, coo!¡± The little girl¡¯s figure, like a streak of golden light, sprang onto the head of the boar from behind. As she rose, the boar shook its head fiercely, bursting out a high-pitched scream. ¡°She missed it?¡± No¡­ Leaf noticed one of the boar¡¯s eyes had become a bloody gash. It seemed that Lightning was planning to take advantage of her flexibility and first eliminate the threat of counterattacks from the enemy, and then exhaust it through a battle of attrition. The boar was as clumsy as a stone facing Lightning¡¯s attack from the sky. It soon fell to the snow without the strength to resist. She whistled, ¡°How was that?¡± ¡°Good job,¡± Leaf said. She tied the boar¡¯s rear legs with vines and hung it up. ¡°First let¡¯s bleed it out. His Highness says meat without any traces of blood is tastier.¡± ¡°Purr.¡± Maggie¡¯s mouth was watery. ¡°It¡¯s gonna be a big meal tonight, coo.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ ¡± Leaf suddenly sensed there were other creatures entering the forest. She looked toward the edge of the controlled area and saw two grey wolves approaching. She frowned, something was wrong. This type of animal usually lived deep within the forest and wouldn¡¯t normally come so close to Border Town, even in the winter. She was just debating whether she should tell Lightning when a familiar figure suddenly appeared before her eyes. Leaf felt all her hair stand up as she remembered the tragic battle she had experienced in the Barbarian Land. ¡°Demons!¡± She saw two demons slowly walking in the direction of the city wall. There were no Magic Stones on their arms, nor spears on their back, so they weren¡¯t carrying any weapons. However, Leaf noticed that they both wore a black iron glove, the same weapon that had killed Red Light. ¡°Why would demons come here?¡± With great horror and uneasiness, she turned to Lightning and said, ¡°Get out of here, quick! Demons are coming!¡± ¡°What?¡± Both of them were slightly startled. Leaf briefly told them what she saw and urged them on, ¡°Hurry up. They don¡¯t have a mount and can¡¯t catch up. I¡¯ll come later.¡± To her surprise, Lightning hesitated for a moment and then shook her head, saying, ¡°I¡¯m staying here to fight them.¡± ¡°F¡­ Fight?¡± Leaf was stunned and asked, ¡°Why?¡± ¡°If I run away from the enemy now, how can I defeat them in the future?¡± The little girl took a deep breath, pulled the gun from her waist and said, ¡°My father told me to get up from where you fall. I won¡¯t run away any more.¡± Chapter 396 Chapter 396: The Fierce Battle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°The explorers will never be afraid of the adventures, but they will definitely not take an adventure recklessly. Demons are not that horrible because they can also be killed. And they have a huge weakness¡ªthey can¡¯t survive without Red Mist. Leaf once used the crossbow bolts to kill a trapped demon. Nightingale managed to kill the enemy under a very unfavorable circumstance.¡± Lightning secretly cheered for herself and she believed that she could also make it. ¡°We should first report this to His Highness,¡± Leaf said hurriedly. ¡°Comparing with us, both Nightingale and Ashes are much more experienced in fighting the demons!¡± ¡°But, the demons may have already left by the time they reach here.¡± Lightning checked the pistol¡¯s cartridge to ensure that it was filled with bullets and said, ¡°By letting such dangerous enemies wandering around the border, we¡¯ll face much more serious risks.¡± ¡°I¡­ can stay and keep an eye on them.¡± ¡°What if they walk out of your control area,¡± the little girl insisted and continued, ¡°and if you try to stop them, you¡¯ll end up exposing yourself. Three of us might as well work together.¡± Leaf relapsed into silent. She seemed to be persuaded. ¡°Coo coo!¡± Maggie stood on top of Lightning and flutered her wings. ¡°Alright,¡± she scratched the pigeon¡¯s neck and said, ¡°we¡¯ll each take care of a demon.¡± ¡°What did she just say?¡± Leaf asked. Lightning pouted and said, ¡°She said she wants to break the head of the enemy with her claws and pound the flesh into a meat pie with her wings. Finally, she will toast it in the fire to find out how it may taste like.¡± ¡°She just said ¡®Coo¡¯ twice!¡± the latter questioned. ¡°It¡¯s basically what it means.¡± The little girl nodded earnestly. ¡°An excellent explorer is not only extraordinarily brave but also has the ability to lead the entire team, helping them to relax when they are nervous and keeping them when they are over relaxed. I¡¯ll try my best to follow your words, father.¡± Lightning shook her wrist and the cartridge was closed. Trying not to look nervous, she pretended to look calm and said, ¡°How far are they away from here?¡± ¡°About three hundred meters away from our right.¡± Leaf answered. ¡°I should have seen the enemies if I was not blocked by the woods.¡± She was thinking that she definitely had the advantage of taking the first shot, and the pistol obviously outperforms the Magic Stone due to its long range. ¡°You can trap the demons with vines, right? Just like last time at the Barbarian Land.¡± ¡°I believe I should be able to trap them for a short period of time.¡± ¡°OK. We can attack from the sky.¡± Lightning said, ¡°It¡¯s the last direction the enemies will notice. They will temporarily focus on the vines only. We can end this fight in seconds.¡± ¡°I¡­ understand.¡± The leaves shook slightly. Perhaps because there were too many related horrible memories when Leaf was in the Witch Cooperation Association. But Lightning had no time to worry about this at this moment. She would probably lose her courage if they kept waiting. After all, she and Maggie were the ones that fight the demons. But Leaf would hide in the woods. She wouldn¡¯t be hurt no matter how the demons attacked the vines. ¡°Let¡¯s get started!¡± Lightning flew right into the sky. ¡°Coo!¡± Pigeon was following right behind her. The forest instantly looked like green and white patches below her. The little girl put on the goggles given by His Highness and she felt braver right away. ¡°They¡¯re over there.¡± Maggie transformed into a Gray-tailed hawk and found the targets just after seconds of searching¡ªwith her hawk eye, she would never even miss a running rabbit in the snow. Lightning took a deep breath. Thunder and His Highness flashed upon her mind. She shook her head and made her mind clear. With her hands holding the pistol grip, she said, ¡°I¡¯ll take care of the left side and you, the right side. When we are half way through then you turn into the giant-winged bird again.¡± ¡°Leave it to me. Coo!¡± ¡°Go!¡± The little girl shouted and then began to dive in. With the cold wind roaring through her cheeks, her ears were hurting. She moved her head a little bit into the scarf. Thinking of the shooting method she learned from Nightingale, she pointed the flintlock forward. The effective range of the bullet was about 100 meters, but it was clear that she should move as close as possible to make sure the target would be hit. Assuming that Leaf¡¯s information was right, the demons¡¯ iron gloves must be inlaid with the electrical Magic Stone. Their magic range was around five meters, almost the same as the witches¡¯. It was the best choice to shoot them at a distance of seven to eight meters. The enemies¡¯ figures became clearer. And she could see their horrible headgears and scarlet masks. Suddenly, a demon stopped to look up and roared towards them. ¡°Are we¡­ exposed?¡± Lightning¡¯s heart sank. ¡°Why does the enemy act as if they can perceive her?¡± At the same time, countless vines rose around the demons. They twined the enemy¡¯s legs and continued to climb upwards. Finally, the enemies were totally twined by the vines. A white flash shined from Maggie¡¯s body and she turned into a huge monster instantly, diving and screaming at the same time to show her strength. ¡°Whatever.¡± Lightning grit her teeth and decided to speed up again. When she was about fifty meters from the enemies, she took a sudden turn and rushed down to the back of the enemies like a shooting star¡ªshe could only hit the heads of the enemies if she shot straight down, while she could expand the shooting area if she shot horizontally. And Nightingale had also repeated many times that she should fire on the widest body part of the enemy. The demon struggled to lift his right hand twined by the vines. Dazzling light burst out from his iron gloves. Almost at the same time, Lighting pushed down the trigger. A huge boom suddenly went through the sky above of the forest. As she expected, the attack range of the Magic Stone was really limited. The blue and white arc light just existed for a very short time. With the sounds of gunshots, blood mist burst out from the back of the demon¡ªthe bullets not only went through its body but also smashed the gas bottle on its back. However, Maggie was not as lucky. Another demon hit her body with its lightning. Sparks burst out from her body and her mighty screams turned into terrible ones. She curled up her wings and then heavily fell down on the demon, kicking up large snowflakes. When they hit the ground, Lightning felt the ground shaking. It was probably because of the severe impact, the demon¡¯s gas bottle was smashed and Red Mist was overflowing from under the giant bird. The little girl was very anxious and worried, looking at this. Leaf reacted immediately. Dozens of vines gathered on Maggie¡¯s body and moved her away from the demon. The giant bird rolled in the snow twice, and lay still with her face on the ground. Lightning rushed towards her. She held her giant head, shaking it and said, ¡°Wake up, Maggie! Are you alright? ¡± ¡°Coo¡­ I feel numb,¡± Maggie opened her eyes. She transformed back into her human shape with her magic power faded off and said, ¡°what just happened?¡± Lightning checked every part of her body, feeling relaxed after confirming her safety and said, ¡°I¡¯m glad that you¡¯re alright.¡± It seemed that in the shape of the flying giant monster, Maggie would not be hurt by the blood mist and she could endure more harms with her giant body. The electric arc just knocked her out for a moment, and there was a demon right below her as a cushion when she was falling down. It was a frightening attack but she was barely harmed. This could be the best out of the worst. ¡°Both of them are dead.¡± Leaf moved half of her body from the trunk, examining two lifeless demons and said, ¡°What should we do next?¡± ¡°Bring the bodies back,¡± Lightning said, ¡°His Highness should know how to deal with them.¡± Chapter 397 Chapter 397: A Close Study Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Hearing the news, Roland was shocked. Rushing after Leaf he couldn¡¯t even attempt to question her further until they had reached the castle¡¯s backyard. As he stepped out of the castle he saw Lightening dragging two dead demons off of Maggie¡¯s back. ¡°Your Highness, look, we won!¡± Seeing the prince, the little girl jumped up straight into Roland¡¯s arms. ¡°We defeated the demons!¡± ¡°No one is hurt?¡± Roland asked. ¡°No, everyone is fine.¡± Lightning looked up, her eyes sparkling with eagerness and hopes of praise. Her metaphorical tail wagging was with excitement. Roland sighed. Seeing her look of sheer joy made him reluctant to point fingers. So, instead of asking why no one had reported seeing the demons he decided to say, ¡°I am glad there are no injuries, but what just happened exactly?¡± The three witches all replied at once. Roland had to listen for a long while before he was able to piece together what had happened. The way they told it made the fight seem easy and it was over quickly. However, there were many moments that could have ended in disaster. If Maggie had not been able to withstand the impact of the electric arc, or if the demons had been able to shake off Leaf¡¯s restraints, the consequences would have been unthinkable. ¡°Don¡¯t you ever do anything like that again.¡± Nightingale couldn¡¯t keep quiet any longer. Stepping from the cloak of her mist as she said, ¡°To fight with demons is to leave us. With Sylvie, there is no escape.¡± ¡°But we won,¡± Lightning said while pouting. ¡°I call it dumb luck. Before the fight did you know Maggie was going to be hit?¡± Nightingale countered sternly, ¡°I taught you to use a gun so you could protect your sisters and self. Instead, you drag them into danger!¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Lightning dropped her head in contrition and said, ¡°I was wrong.¡± ¡°And you,¡± Nightingale said turning to Maggie, ¡°You know you are obligated to fly back and report and yet you chose to stay? If you make a mistake like this again I won¡¯t give you anymore dried fish!¡± ¡°Sigh¡­¡± Maggie¡¯s head drooped, too. ¡®Nightingale is indeed the toughest witch fighter Border Town has to offer,¡¯ Roland thought, giving Nightingale a glance of approval. Then he said, ¡°Well, as long as it was just this once. Go and bring Tilly and Agatha to me. It¡¯s time for us to examine our new trophies.¡± ¡­ In the castle¡¯s basement, on the cold stone floor lay two bodies stripped bare, their shabby clothes and meager belongings stacked beside them. ¡°Are they demons?¡± Tilly inquired while covering her nose, hoping to block the fetid stench. ¡°They don¡¯t look stronger than ordinary people,¡± Ashes said, twitching her mouth. Agatha looked glum. ¡°Don¡¯t underestimate them. Any demon is a tough opponent, with or without magic powers. A senior demon or even a Transcendent would wear a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation,¡± she stated frowning. Looking over at Roland she then said. ¡°They really showed up near the town?¡± ¡°Pretty much, Leaf said they were less than two miles from the town¡¯s city walls.¡± Roland nodded his response while looking at the bodies displayed before him. The demon bodies were tall, over six feet, they had stong powerful limbs, and their skin was a shade of light blue. One of the bodies appeared to be severly mutilated and the organs could be seen peeking from its collapsed chest. It looked almost as if it had been crushed by a steam roller. This in combination with Lightening¡¯s narrative, Roland could almost see the great impact that had caused the damage. The other body was in better shape and the only visible damage was two puncture wounds. He could still see the demons blue blood trickling from the perfect holes. Of the four shots Lightening took, only two had hit their mark, fortunately they were fatal. The blue blood makes sense since demons don¡¯t need oxygen like humans, they have no need for hemoglobin. Technically a demons blood could be any color. And their massive bone structure was also logical. It was necessary to support their height and powerful frame. What is confusing is their striking resemblance to humans, minus the reproductive organs. ¡°How do they¡­ reproduce with their own kind?¡± Roland asked Agatha curiously, ¡°Don¡¯t they have gender differences?¡± ¡°To my knowledge, no, they don¡¯t,¡± she said shaking her head. ¡°It has been an unsolved mystery for me. No one can get close enough to Red Mist tower to find out. There is speculation that they were born in the tower, formed by the mist. However, the Quest Society rejected the notion claiming that the demons were regenerating and every battle was with the same demons, in different forms. They called it the ¡®regeneration upgrade phenomenon¡¯.¡± ¡°Regeneration upgrade phenomenon?¡± Ashes frowned and asked, ¡°what is that?¡± ¡°Some of the demons that were severely wounded by our witches would again appear on the battlefield. Based on the pattern of the wounds, we could tell they were the ones that had been beaten previously even though their forms had changed. This implies that Senior Demons were not born but instead likely evolved through battle. Once they reach their full upgrade their forms would change.¡± Agatha explained. ¡®Well¡­ the magic stone technology by itself is worrying enough, and now the enemy seems to have the ability to upgrade from battle. No wonder they defeated the human beings in the last two Battles of the Divine Will.¡¯ Roland squatted down to have a closer look at the demons¡¯ stacked clothing and belongings. Fortunately, it did not look as if they had anything that could be considered advanced. Their belongings actually looked a little out dated. The clothing was a mix of animal skins and ugly primitive weaves. The ferocious masks were actual skulls from demonic hybrids, clearly not manufactured. Even the transparent portion embedded into the eyes of the skulls were no more than a polished crystal, tinged and clouded from the Red Mist. While wearing the masks, they would only be able to see a bloody red shadow. How did they learn to fight with something like this? In addition to the clothes and masks, there were a dozen black slates and a few magic stones.¡¯ ¡°Has the Quest Society ever seen anything like this?¡± Roland asked Agatha as he laid out the slates, side by side, they made him think of the towering buildings in the red mist. A few of the slates had distorted red marking, while others had nothing you could see with the naked eye. ¡°That¡¯s the way demons keep records,¡± she nodded while answering, ¡°and they record with magic too, so we can¡¯t decode their meaning at all.¡± ¡°Maybe the way they think is completely different,¡± Tilly suggested. ¡°That¡¯s a possibility,¡± Rolland agreed, ¡°and what about the magic stones?¡± ¡°Stones of Perception, Stones of Pathfinding¡­ and Stones of Marking,¡± Agatha answered while glancing over them, ¡°Nothing precious. They are only basic equipment for Scout Devils.¡± ¡®Scout Devil¡­¡¯ Roland felt a dull pain in his head as he asked Agatha, ¡°Does it mean that the demons have already noticed this place, and have started to send their scouts to the town?¡± Chapter 398 Chapter 398: Puzzle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Don¡¯t bet on it.¡± Agatha shook her head, ¡°Based on what we experienced during the second Battle of the Divine Will, if they wanted to investigate a human town, they wouldn¡¯t act this carelessly.¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± asked Prince Roland. ¡°To make sure information makes it back to Red Mist tower, this type of reconnaissance would be conducted by two or even three platoons. Quite often the soldiers rode demonic beasts and acted as a unit, under the protection of Spear-wielding Demons,¡± she said slowly. ¡°In order to destroy the investigative platoons, the Union would often send out flying witches to block their rear and they would send out twice as many Blessed Warriors as there were demons for a head on assault. In the last war, the investigative platoons just kept growing in numbers and even Fearsom Demons and Flying Demons joined the recon. It would be odd for them to send out only two ordinary Mad Demons to investigate. Not to mention they were unprotected and really poorly equipped.¡± ¡°Maybe they don¡¯t think it is necessary to send large platoons to investigate Border Town and that only two ordinary demons would be enough?¡± Ashes suggested. ¡°That doesn¡¯t make sense,¡± Agatha said after a thought, refuting Ashes¡¯ theory. ¡°During the time of the Union, every town near the border, no matter how small it was, would be protected by witches. Since the demons couldn¡¯t possibly know of the changes that have happened in the human world over the past 400 years, they would have been more cautious and investigated like they had done previously.¡± ¡°So you think¡­ they were not here deliberately but found the town by accident?¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but relax at the thought. ¡°Very likely.¡± she frowned and seemed to be pondering something. ¡°The demons probably had no idea the town was even here, but it¡¯s more likely they were scouting the area surrounding their camps. It¡¯s unlikely they thought they would meet anything more than a few demonic beasts. That would explain why they only carried Stones of Lightning for protection, instead of Stones of Unifying Strength which manifest spears that can not be used continuously.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ ¡± Roland was startled, ¡°You think there are demon camps near by?¡± ¡°Of course. What other reason would cause them to be out this way?¡± Agatha stated simply. ¡°They must have established strongholds on the Fertile Plains and from there spread into the Barbarian Land¡­ Oh, I forgot it is now called the Four Kingdoms.¡± ¡®Awe, Hell, that¡¯s a big problem! If the enemies establish themselves under my nose, how will the town survive?¡¯ The prince worried to himself. He then asked aloud, eyebrows raised, ¡°Are they like the camps behind the snow-capped mountains?¡± ¡°Yes, they are pretty much the same. During the war, there were several storage towers to store the Red Mist at each outpost. Each tower was guarded by 100 to 200 demons.¡± Agatha stated while nodding, ¡°Considering the Bloody Moon hasn¡¯t arrived yet it is not likely that they have built a new Towering Stronghold on the Fertile Plains. Since it isn¡¯t easy to transport Red Mist the camps are probably small.¡± ¡°What are you going to do?¡± Tilly asked, looking at Roland with concern. ¡°First, we find the camp¡ªsee if it really exists,¡± he paused and said, ¡°then¡­ we wipe it out.¡± ¡°A decisive choice,¡± said Ashes, smiling. ¡°That¡¯s indeed a lord¡¯s decision, and don¡¯t worry, we¡¯ll help too.¡± ¡®If Agatha is right, before the third Battle of the Divine Will officially starts, demons are unable to spread their influences to the whole Fertile Plains. Given that, once the camp near the Western Region is eliminated, there will be at least a few years¡¯ peace during which demons won¡¯t have the ability to strike back even if they wanted to. However, this plan could be risky due to the fact it would inform the demons that there are humans who live to the east of the Misty Forest and reveal that they have the ability to take the initiative and attack the demons. If I leave the camp alone, it¡¯ll expand and cause me even bigger trouble. First, they¡¯ll probably send out more demons here after they realize those two Scout Demons are missing, and after that, it is just a matter of time before they find the town. Second, if it is a larger camp, the demons will just increase in number and attack the town whenever they desire. Even after the Months of Demons has passed, which is very dangerous. How can I expect the First Army to complete their spring plan of attack if they are trapped in the town, busy constantly fighting demons?¡¯ When Roland returned to his office, he immediately sent for Lightning and Maggie and quickly gave them a task, ¡°Please remember that you are never to act without authorization. Once you find the camp, fly back here immediately. Don¡¯t engage the demons in battle, they may have flying beasts on hand. Your first priority is to keep yourselves safe.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Coo!¡± He paused before adding, ¡°If you do find the camp, you¡¯ll be rewarded with ice cream bread for dessert after every meal this coming week.¡± Maggie stretched her neck and said, ¡°You can count on us, coo!¡± ¡­ Three days later, Roland received Lightning¡¯s report. Out in the Barbarian Land, there was a place suspected to be a Demon¡¯s Town, it was located about 130 kilometers away from Border Town. After roughly mapping out its position, he noticed that it was right in front of the route that the Witch Cooperation Association used to follow. This was less than ten kilometers away from the place where the Association was attacked by demons. ¡°What do you mean when you say ¡®suspected¡¯?¡± he asked Lightning. ¡°Have you not seen their black stone towers?¡± The little girl shook her head, her expression perplexed, ¡°I have only seen what appears to be¡­ wreckage.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°What I saw was crushed black stone, broken fences pieces, and¡­ a huge hole in the ground,¡± she continued while rubbing her forehead, ¡°the place looks like the one where Agatha found the relic. I didn¡¯t track any demons though. After surveying the destruction, I flew back here immediately.¡± ¡°¡®Another hole?¡¯ Roland was stunned, ¡®Are there giant maggot-like beasts inside this hole too? Last time, there were maggot-like beasts with the relic and they devoured the stone towers remains, this time¡­ did they swallow the demon camp as well? Did I miss some important clue that links those two events?¡¯ He shook his head and pushed aside the puzzling pieces and asked, ¡°Did you find anything else?¡± ¡°No¡­ the camp was deserted. There were no demons there.¡± Lightning replied. ¡°And no sparkling magic stones either, Coo!¡± Maggie added. ¡°I see,¡± Roland mulled over the information he had been given and then quickly began to make arrangements. He looked over at the white haired girl and said, ¡°You take Nightingale and Soraya to the suspected camp site and get pictures of the scene. Then escort Nightingale and Sylvie there so they can check it out further.¡± ¡°Why not just let Soraya and Sylvie go there together?¡± asked Lightning. ¡°Just in case the demons have flying beasts that Maggie can¡¯t get rid of,¡± Roland explained briefly. ¡°Nightingale can use her Mist to help you escape. In any dangerous situation, you just get out of there as quickly as possible.¡± ¡­ Soraya¡¯s ¡°photo¡± of the scene was soon placed in front of Roland. Just as Lightning had described, there was a massive crater in the ground, stretching five to six meters across, with broken debris scattered around its edge. The fringe of the hole looked almost like the earth and been churned from below. The snow and dirt were mixed, along with various pieces of the crushed black stone and that was exactly how it looked, like it had been crushed by a massive creature. Sylvie¡¯s findings made him even more uneasy¡ªthe underground passage there led towards the snow-capped mountains, the same direction as the one relic they found in the Misty Forest. Both tunnels led to the same place. Chapter 399 Chapter 399: Contact Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the basement of the palace, King¡¯s City, Kingdom of Graycastle. Timothy sat on the throne with his cheek resting on his right hand. He watched impatiently as the candidates performed their assassination stunts. ¡°How many fools have I watched since winter begin? I must have been too lenient recently, to have allowed these clowns to perform.¡± He sneezed and felt the dryness in his eyes. Ever since the Hall of Sky Dome was destroyed by snow powder, Timothy had moved the venue of the Council Meeting to the basement of the palace. After some renovation, including opening up several storage chambers, the total space was large enough to accommodate all of the Council¡¯s ministers and nobles. Most importantly, this place was absolutely safe. There was only one entrance, and the magnificent palace was directly above. No amount of snow powder could disrupt matters in here. The only disadvantage was the lack of sunlight, and thus light had to be supplied using turpentine torches. The torches, which were placed on the surrounding walls, caused the air in the room to become abnormally dry and stuffy. Furthermore, the turpentine gave off a sweet yet foul smell which made Timothy feel drowsy. Whenever he thought about his Fourth Brother, Timothy would become furious and spiteful. Had it not been for the eyewitnesses who noticed that the attacks came from the sky, Timothy would probably still be building guard towers recklessly. After he realized that this method was completely ineffective, all he could do was to hold his meetings in this place for the time being. ¡°Roland Wimbledon will surely pay for this!¡± ¡°Your Highness.¡± The voice of a candidate disrupted his thoughts. ¡°Have a look. If that traitor Roland ever dares to appear in front of me, I¡¯ll accomplish the mission that you¡¯ve entrusted to me!¡± Timothy took a swift glance at the candidate. In a split second, the candidate landed four flying knives accurately on a barrel that was twenty steps away. ¡°Is this the stunt that you mentioned?¡± ¡°Indeed, Your Highness,¡± he replied assuredly. ¡°Frankly speaking, I was in this line of business previously. I¡¯ve killed dozens of Rats using this method. If I hide in a crowd, most of my targets won¡¯t even know where the knives are flying out from.¡± ¡°How much do you want?¡± Timothy shifted his stiff body a little. ¡°Just 25 gold royals,¡± the candidate counted his fingers and said, ¡°five of which will be used to cover the cost of my journey and my disguise¡ªI¡¯ll dress in a common and unattractive fashion in order to get closer to the traitor.¡± ¡°Knight Weimar.¡± The King beckoned. ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Steelheart Knight walked into the hall, brandishing his saber and shield. ¡°Your Highness, what do you mean by this?¡± The candidate was startled. ¡°If you defeat my knight, I¡¯ll give you your reward straight away.¡± Timothy winked at Knight Weimar. The latter nodded his head. Then, he took off his head armor and walked towards the candidate. ¡°Wait, wait¡­ no, Your Highness, this won¡¯t do.¡± The candidate flipped his body distressedly to dodge the knight¡¯s incoming slashes, and stammered, ¡°I can¡¯t fight head on! Ah!¡± The knight swiftly followed up with a vicious kick to his stomach, causing him to swallow the rest of his words. After rolling on the floor for a while, the candidate flimsily flung a flying knife at the knight, but it was easily deflected by the knight¡¯s shield. The knight stomped on the candidate¡¯s hand and, using his sword, sliced off half of the candidate¡¯s arm. Blood spilled on to the ground in a curved line. ¡°My hand¡­!¡± the candidate cried in pain. He held onto the remainder of his right arm and coiled his body. ¡°Firstly, the royal family isn¡¯t as dumb as your average target. Even that foolish brother of mine won¡¯t easily go near crowds. And secondly, if you can¡¯t even handle a knight, what makes you think you¡¯re able to assassinate a lord who¡¯s protected by many knights? I¡¯m afraid that once you receive the 25 gold royals, you¡¯ll never be seen again.¡± Timothy gestured with his hands. ¡°Throw him out.¡± Had it been a month or two ago, he would not even entertain this bunch of ignorant and greedy people. He had given a small sum of money to those whom he deemed to have a slight chance of succeeding¡ªyet until now, Roland was still alive and kicking. It was probably because of this ¡®benevolent¡¯ attitude that caused more and more people to come forward and declare that they could solve the problems created by the traitor, and the methods they proposed became increasingly absurd. There was even a fella who suggested using a tavern maid as the assassin, claiming that her technique was outstanding and that no man could refuse her service. ¡°Utter ignorance! Don¡¯t they know the difference between a normal female and a witch?¡± It was already well-publicized that Roland had raised and groomed several witches, so there was zero chance that Roland would fall for someone so cheap. Timothy let out a long sigh. ¡°By teaching these ignorant candidates a lesson, perhaps others will think twice about coming forth. Maybe it was a mistake to recruit an assassin from the citizenry. The only things that could defeat Roland are pills and snow powder.¡± He swept a glance around the hall, and, seeing that there were no outsiders remaining, he asked the Prime Minister, ¡°How¡¯s the progress of the development of the snow powder weapon?¡± According to successive intelligence gathered from Longsong Stronghold, the reason that Border Town miners were able to defeat the Duke¡¯s knights and the mad militia was because they used an unusual snow powder weapon. It was, in all likelihood, a semi-closed iron pipe which made use of the force generated by the explosion of snow powder to propel a lead shot towards the target, similar to how a crossbow worked. Timothy was highly interested in this, and had immediately gathered the experienced blacksmiths of King¡¯s City to begin creating an imitation of this unique weapon. ¡°Not ideal, Your Highness.¡± Marquis Wyke shook his head. ¡°The blacksmiths have created 10 or so prototypes of this weapon in accordance with the intelligence, but none of them have anywhere close to the alleged firepower. Only a few can penetrate a knight¡¯s breastplate within 10 steps, while all are inaccurate over 50 steps.¡± ¡°10 steps?¡± Timothy frowned. ¡°Might as well aim at the face, no? At this rate, how are we going to stop the charging knights?¡± ¡°Indeed, there may be some tricks we have yet to master¡­ Another thing, even if we gather all of the city¡¯s blacksmiths and apprentices, we can at most produce 20 of these weapons per month, and there¡¯s no guarantee that every one of them will work.¡± The Marquis sighed. ¡°Until today, there have been four cases of iron pipes exploding during training, and the guards are rather reluctant about training with this kind of snow powder weapon.¡± Damn it. Border Town was several times poorer than King¡¯s City, yet Roland was able to produce hundreds of iron pipes in one winter. He must have received the assistance of demons. Timothy angrily switched the topic. ¡°How about the pills? Hasn¡¯t the church replied to us yet?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± The Marquis responded. ¡°The High Priest said that Holy City was busy fighting the invasion of the demonic beasts, and therefore temporarily unable to provide more pills of madness. He hoped that we could wait until after the Months of Demons to discuss things.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to see the traitor remain peacefully in the castle of Western Region, not even one day longer!¡± ¡°Looks like I have to personally write a letter to the Holy City of Hermes,¡± Timothy thought spitefully. ¡°In the future, if they want to continue recruiting believers in the Kingdom of Graycastle, they¡¯ll have to bring pills for exchange.¡± Just as he was about to announce the end of the day¡¯s Council Meeting, the Minister for Diplomacy, Sir Bullet, suddenly walked up to him and said, ¡°Your Highness, messengers from the Kingdom of Dawn have arrived in King¡¯s City, and they wish to see you.¡± Chapter 400 Chapter 400: Alliance Agreement Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°According to the customary practice, the reception of messengers from other kingdoms should be conducted in the Hall of Sky Dome. However, it was only recently cleared of rubble from the collapsed ceiling and is still a long way from restoration.¡± As Timothy thought about this, his resentment against Roland grew. ¡°Bring them to my study,¡± Timothy ordered. After a brief hesitation, he decided to receive them in the palace anyway. No matter what, it would be rude to receive messengers in the basement. He was clueless as to why the Kingdom of Dawn would send messengers to the Kingdom of Graycastle at this time, especially with no prior notification. Had it been one of the other two kingdoms instead, it would most certainly be a request for aid¡ªeither for food or materials to resist the winter cold. There was a saying among the nobility that people who made contact in summer were friends, while those who did in winter were enemies. It held true among all of the kingdoms, except for the Kingdom of Dawn. Although its territory was small, it did not lack in materials, and, in fact, it sold a large amount of food and cloth to the Kingdom of Graycastle every year in exchange for perfumes and crystals. Timothy shook his head discreetly. He had many things to attend to and therefore intended to dismiss the messengers as early as possible. When he returned to his study, he saw that the two members of the emissary delegation had been waiting for a long time under the companion of Sir Bullet. Upon seeing His Majesty enter the room, they stood up and bowed. ¡°To the honorable king of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Wimbledon IV, the king of the Kingdom of Dawn sends his regards.¡± ¡°Bring him my regards too.¡± Timothy nodded inattentively. ¡°Have a seat.¡± He noticed that the pair of messengers, which comprised of a man and a woman, was very young and looked rather alike. The family insignia on their chests was an antler scepter, and if he did not remember wrongly, this meant that they came from the illustrious Luoxi Family of the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°What exactly is Mia IV thinking? Why did he send these young ¡®uns?¡± Timothy felt rather curious. Nobles of this age were typically haughty and arrogant, and were vastly different from older nobles who would fight for every little bit of benefit on the negotiating table. ¡°Are you both members of the Zulu Family?¡± Timothy pointed to their chests. ¡°I once briefly met Duke Luoxi.¡± ¡°Indeed, Your Highness.¡± The young man smiled. ¡°I¡¯m Otto Luoxi. This is my younger sister, Belinda Luoxi.¡± ¡°They¡¯re even siblings.¡± Timothy raised his eyebrows. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, I don¡¯t have to beat around the bush with them.¡± ¡°It¡¯s currently the massacre period of the Months of Demons. Why did the king of the Kingdom of Dawn send you here?¡± Timothy took the lead and asked. ¡°I guess you are neither short of cotton and cloth, nor of wheat and bread. And of course, even if you met with a disaster, the aid that I can provide is very limited¡ªyou should know that the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince has left my kingdom in a mess. Many places have come to a standstill, and just helping the refugees has stretched the City Hall thin. It¡¯s very difficult for me to pull out more supplies.¡± ¡°With regard to this, I express my deepest regrets,¡± Otto felt his chest and said. ¡°However, Mia IV did not send us here to request aid, but to respond to an even more dangerous threat.¡± His words startled Timothy. ¡°What threat?¡± ¡°The church, Your Highness,¡± Belinda replied. ¡°Currently, the Church¡¯s army has seized the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart, and large numbers of refugees have swamped into the Kingdom of Dawn. According to the information the refugees brought, the church¡¯s methods are abominable and in serious violation of the rules of engagement agreed among the nobility. Those who resist are either hanged or exiled, while only the nobles who agree to switch allegiance are allowed to live.¡± ¡°This method intends to completely eliminate the noble class and bring the territories under the full control of the church,¡± Otto spoke in a rather heavy tone. ¡°Mia IV believes that the Kingdom of Wolfheart won¡¯t be their last target. Given the critical situation that both our kingdoms are in, the church is likely to bring the flames of war to our lands in the coming year. Our king hopes that we can work together and fight back against the church.¡± ¡°Are you sure that Wolfheart City has already been captured?¡± After hearing from the other party, Timothy began to frown. ¡°A thousand times sure, Your Highness.¡± The two messengers nodded in unison. Timothy had caught wind of the church¡¯s aggressive war, but he did not expect that it would be able to seize two large kingdoms in such a short period of time. If the messengers were not lying, the strength displayed by the church was a little too frightening. Certainly, it was best to verify this matter with the Minister of Intelligence first. The early arrival of snow during the Months of the Demons had impeded his caravan¡¯s route, and thus he had not received messages from the Kingdom of Wolfheart for a very long time. After a long silence, Timothy asked, ¡°What¡¯s the specific plan?¡± Otto moistened his lips and pulled out a map underneath his arm. Spreading the map in front of Timothy, he said, ¡°If the church sets off from Holy City and attacks the Kingdom of Dawn or the Kingdom of Graycastle, then the other kingdom should lead an army towards the north and invade the Holy City of Hermes. Doing so will suppress the church¡¯s offensive and divide its troops.¡± ¡°Is this an offensive-defensive agreement?¡± ¡°Indeed, Your Highness,¡± Otto replied. ¡°No matter the starting point is Coldwind Ridge of the Kingdom of Graycastle, or Northshire of the Kingdom of Dawn, it¡¯ll be possible to reach the Holy City of Hermes in a week¡¯s time. As long as our main forces are stationed in these two places, the church may decide to retreat wisely¡ªit¡¯ll be a blessing to both kingdoms if we can prevent this war from happening.¡± ¡°If that¡¯s the case, I might as well forget about buying pills from the church.¡± Timothy thought silently. ¡°But without them, how am I supposed to drive Roland Wimbledon out of the Western Region?¡± Timothy understood that precautions had to be taken against the church. But he felt that it was best to first purchase the pills he needed and unify the entire Kingdom of Graycastle before he reached an agreement with the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°This is a matter of great importance. I¡¯ll need to consult with my ministers before I decide. The two of you can stay in the palace while you wait for my decision.¡± ¡°Sure, Your Highness.¡± ¡°There¡¯s another thing I would like to ask. How much do you know about the situation in the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart? Did all of the information come from refugees by word-of-mouth?¡± ¡°There are a few reports from spies, but not many¡­ When the church sieged Broken Tooth Castle and Wolfheart City, it also sealed off the surrounding roads. That¡¯s why we don¡¯t know much about the progress of the battle,¡± Otto replied. ¡°According to the refugees, the church used a terrifying siege weapon which demolished the walls of Wolfheart City in only one day.¡± ¡°It was probably a snow powder weapon, which was possibly revealed from Garcia¡¯s side.¡± Timothy gestured with his hands and asked, ¡°I¡¯m not interested in this. Have you heard of any news about the Blacksail Fleet or Garcia Wimbledon?¡± ¡°This¡­¡± The two messengers exchanged glances before Belinda said cautiously, ¡°We heard that when Garcia was fleeing from King¡¯s City together with the King of Wolfheart, she was struck by the church¡¯s arrows and perished.¡± ¡°Garcia was with the King of Wolfheart?¡± Timothy¡¯s heart skipped a beat. ¡°Was her body found?¡± ¡°Not that we¡¯re aware of. Judging from the church¡¯s publicity after the siege, as well as the lack of news from the Kingdom of Wolfheart, it¡¯s highly unlikely that they managed to escape.¡± ¡°Really¡­¡± Timothy exhaled and felt a little relieved. Although there was a bit of regret, this was one of the few pieces of good news he had heard since winter arrived, and he hoped that the messengers were right. ¡°Okay then, you two can go and have a rest.¡± As the messengers took their leave, a smile began to form on his face. ¡°Hear that, Roland Wimbledon? This is the kind of demise which, as a fellow insurgent, you¡¯ll end up in as well.¡± Chapter 401 Chapter 401: Winter in the Fjords Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the sea of the Fjords lies Sleeping Island. The skyline turned a pale yellow as the last of the highrise buildings was finally completed. Although the setting sun was not visible, one could still see a streak of golden light reflected on the sea¡¯s surface by the sunset glow that passed through the clouds. Only the harsh cold gusts of wind, which blew directly at one¡¯s face, gave away the fact that it was no longer autumn. ¡°And it¡¯s done.¡± Lotus lifted up the scarf around her neck until her ears were also covered by the soft cotton. ¡°This will be our new home once the furniture and beds are moved in.¡± ¡°Fantastic!¡± Durat Kimshoe clapped and said. ¡°That¡¯s a lot of houses built in half a month. And I thought Lady Tilly was exaggerating.¡± ¡°Lady Tilly doesn¡¯t lie,¡± Breeze added. ¡°Indeed,¡± Durat stroked his thick double chin and said. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, I¡¯m reassured about resettling my citizens over here. Oh, what¡¯s this?¡± The merchant who came from the Crescent Moon Bay analyzed the groove-shaped parapet that was in the house. Bending his body, he even stuck his head in the hole to take a look inside. ¡°This is a warming device that I learnt about in the Western Region. It¡¯s called a heated brick bed.¡± Lotus explained. ¡°It¡¯s connected to the kitchen, and hence when a fire is started in the kitchen, this bed will also turn warm. ¡°Add a wooden plank on top and cover it with linen or straw, and you can use it as a bench or a bed. It¡¯ll be more comfortable than your typical furniture, especially in the current season.¡± ¡°Interesting design,¡± Durat said and glanced squarely at Lotus. ¡°If I wanted to hire you for the long term, how many gold royals would it cost?¡± ¡°What¡­ do you mean?¡± Lotus was slightly astonished. ¡°Follow me to work in the Crescent Moon Bay. There remain several wastelands which have yet to be developed in my territory. Your abilities will prove extremely useful.¡± Durat rubbed his hands and said. ¡°How many gold royals do I have to pay the ¡®Sleeping Spell¡¯ in order for Lady Tilly to authorize you to follow me?¡± ¡°Sorry, I¡¯ve never thought of leaving¡­¡± ¡°Your life over there will be much better than it is here,¡± Durat interrupted quickly. ¡°You¡¯ll get to live in the same large compound as me, enjoy fine wine and cuisine from the Four Kingdoms every day, and have attendants accompanying you wherever you go. That¡¯s the ideal life that many people envision, and I¡¯m giving it to you as long as you work for me. Besides, Lady Tilly has said that the requests of the ¡®Sleeping Spell¡¯ must be fulfilled, and I¡¯m able to afford your recruitment fees no matter how high it is.¡± Lotus frowned. She was not unfamiliar with his kind of attitude. Although verbally, he said that he was hiring her, it felt to her more as though she was being bought. Just as she was about to bawl out a few sentences, Breeze gently tugged on her hand. ¡°Even though the requests must be fulfilled, it doesn¡¯t mean that it¡¯ll be accepted. There are some things that even witches can¡¯t do. Besides, all parties have to approve before an agreement can be made.¡± ¡°You mean that money alone isn¡¯t enough? I¡¯ve never seen a deal like this,¡± Durat spoke with displeasure. ¡°Was what you said when you cast the ¡®Sleeping Island¡¯ mere rhetoric to make fun of us? ¡°No one will believe or be interested in you if this goes on.¡± ¡°I doubt so,¡± someone responded from behind. ¡°There¡¯s only one witches¡¯ guild that offers rewards, whether it be in the Fjords or the Four Kingdoms. If you don¡¯t come, there will be others.¡± ¡°Who speaks?¡± The merchant turned his head and received a rude shock. ¡°Y¡­ Your Highness Thunder!¡± ¡°I came up with some of the ideas for the regulations of the ¡®Sleeping Spell¡¯. Before a contract is signed, the consent of the employee has to take into consideration the possible risks associated with the tasks. They¡¯ll not be forced to venture into grave danger,¡± Thunder said in a clear voice and laughed. ¡°Do you have an issue with this?¡± ¡°No¡­ this is definitely reasonable.¡± Durat¡¯s facial expression restored to normal. ¡°Then¡­ I¡¯ll still have to trouble you in the future, Miss Lotus.¡± ¡°Phew.¡± Lotus watched the merchant and his entourage make their departure, and sighed in relief. ¡°Thanks.¡± ¡°No problem, I was just passing through.¡± Thunder laughed. ¡°Didn¡¯t you follow Lady Tilly to the Western Region?¡± ¡°Yes, but I came back early together with Honey and Breeze, because Sleeping Island needed to prepare supplies and houses for winter.¡± She gave him a simple account of the matter. ¡°Have you completed your expedition?¡± ¡°Hahaha, yes¡­ it was an incredible and unimaginable trip.¡± Thunder¡¯s eyes lit up as soon as she mentioned his expedition. ¡°This was the first time I saw different sea levels occurring at the same time. Our ship seemed as though it was flying. We didn¡¯t ¡®fall¡¯ into the sea when we advanced past the cliffs that were formed by the waves! If I hadn¡¯t seen it myself, I absolutely wouldn¡¯t believe that such a strange sight could be real.¡± ¡°Different¡­ sea levels?¡± Lotus murmured. ¡°How could it be? The sea water ain¡¯t rocks. Wouldn¡¯t it flow downwards?¡± ¡°Hmm, I named it the ¡®Sealine¡¯, and it¡¯s located to the northeast of the Shadow Islands. When we reached the top of a cliff, it would appear like a long line which we couldn¡¯t see the ends of, and the sea would seem to be divided into two distinct sections.¡± He patted his chest excitedly. ¡°I can¡¯t wait to venture even further next time!¡± It was indeed worthy of the most prominent explorer in the Fjords that the first thing he talked about upon his return was regarding his adventures, and not regarding his daughter who was far away in the Western Region. Lotus shook her head helplessly as she watched him talk on and on. Before darkness fell and the temperature outdoors plunged, Lotus had already climbed early into the heated brick bed. This was the most relaxing moment of her day. For more than a month, she not only constructed a new batch of houses but also renovated the creaking houses of other witches. Crowding on to the heated brick bed with everyone else and chatting about her experiences in Border Town, the questions from her companions ¨C which were borne out of a mix of curiosity and envy ¨C ensured that she did not get any sleep for half of the night. The conversation topic shifted to the Bird Beak Mushrooms. Her companions started to salivate when she mentioned how she prepared them. She would place the mushrooms in some butter and flip them a few times, then fry until both sides of the mushrooms were golden brown in color, and finally sprinkle a bit of salt on top to create a most delicious dish. ¡°Mmm¡­ I feel like eating this,¡± Shadow exclaimed. ¡°After eating dried fish onboard for a month, my mouth is full of a salty and fishy smell.¡± ¡°Great,¡± Molly could not help interrupting Lotus. ¡± If only I was the one whom Lady Tilly¡¯s elder brother invited.¡± ¡°Hey, there are even more amazing things you haven¡¯t heard.¡± Someone giggled. ¡°In the showers of Border Town, the water comes straight out of the wall, and the scented soap makes your whole body smell great after showering.¡± ¡°There¡¯s really something like this?¡± Shadow asked curiosly. ¡°Of course, and I even brought one back.¡± Lotus curled her lips upwards. ¡°But it has been used up.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk about it. At least they got to experience it. I followed Lady Tilly to the Western Region and then immediately brought these girls back here. I didn¡¯t get to enjoy anything!¡± Breeze bemoaned. As she listened to the witches¡¯ gabbling discussions, Lotus suddenly had a thought. If it was instead His Highness Roland Wimbledon who wanted to hire her long term, would she have agreed? After contemplating for a while, she realized that she would not be able to refuse if it was indeed Roland. What an embarrassment! Lotus tucked herself inside her quilt and glanced left and right. Luckily, the lamp was already extinguished, or else someone might have realized what she was thinking about. However, when would Lady Tilly finally be able to accept His Highness Roland? It would be great if they could stay together forever. Lotus held the cloth tightly in her arms. If so, it would be good for me and the other witches, as we would all be able to live happily in Border Town. Chapter 402 Chapter 402: Organizational Structure Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At the beginning of the second month of winter, Barov walked into Roland¡¯s office, carrying a stack of books under his arms. As he walked up to Roland¡¯s table, a huge color painting on the table caught his attention. ¡°Is this¡­ a map of the entire Western Region?¡± ¡°Not just the Western Region,¡± Roland said, laughing. ¡°It also includes a portion of the Barbarian Land and the Misty Forest, especially this space over here.¡± He pointed to an area in the northern part of the Impassable Mountain Range¡ªit was the Fertile Plains that Agatha had talked about. ¡°At present, the area that we¡¯ve already discovered is equivalent to three Western Regions. If we manage to cultivate the land of this large space, we can resettle hundreds of thousands of people.¡± In order to eliminate the threat that came from Devil¡¯s Town, he had sent Lightning and Maggie to comb through the area and draw up a map. Now that Maggie could carry Soraya while she did the drawing, more accurate maps could be drawn. Although the disappearance of the Devil¡¯s camp was still a mystery, the good news was that there was no sign of another enemy camp within 200 kilometers of Border Town. ¡°In the Barbarian Land, there aren¡¯t only demonic beasts, but also¡­ scary enemies, like you said.¡± Barov¡¯s words came with a hint of hesitation. ¡°Won¡¯t it be too dangerous to cultivate the land towards the northwest?¡± ¡°By that time, the First Army will most likely be equipped with the power to fight demons.¡± Roland slowly swiveled his finger around the plains on the map. ¡°It won¡¯t be safe anywhere if we¡¯re unable to defeat these enemies.¡± Ever since demon scouts were spotted in the Misty Forest, he knew that he could not conceal this information for long. In order to prevent the panic that could be brought about by a sudden revelation, he first disclosed the existence of demons to his top brass. Judging from the current situation, the reaction of the people were fairly normal. Of course, he had slightly downplayed the strength of the demons by asserting that they were of the same ilk as demonic hybrid beasts, while he did not divulge the history of the two Battles of Divine Will. Roland knew that his kingdom could not remain on the mainland border forever if it wanted to be on par with the Four Kingdoms. Only the Barbarian Land¡­ or should we say, the Fertile Plains, was a land area that was worthy of his governance. In fact, the area that had been explored was only a tiny fraction of the entire plains. One could imagine the vast amount of land that humans occupied during the second Battle of Divine Will. He retracted his finger, then rolled up the map and placed it to one side. ¡°Do you have any news to report?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Barov nodded and then spread the books that were under his arms in front of the prince. ¡°I¡¯ve drawn up a plan for the City Hall¡¯s expansion according to your demands.¡± ¡°Oh? I¡¯ll have a look.¡± In order to cope with the rapid growth of territory after the establishment of the city, Roland utilized a futuristic classification of his government¡¯s functional departments, and thus set a new framework for management organizations of his time. Overall, the upper sector of the government was divided into four main branches, namely the City Hall, the military, the Security Bureau and the Witch Union. Under the expansion plan, the new City Hall would assume the role of the cabinet or State Department, and would be the core institution of the entire territory. In time, the personnel would increase to approximately 500 people. Its six departments would be finance, foreign affairs, education, agriculture, industry and law, while new departments could be added at any time according to demand. Moreover, if (or when) the Kingdom of Graycastle was reunified, all of the other cities could follow this template and set up corresponding lower sector institutions, and together they would be managed by the City Hall. In addition to its battle staff, the military also had independent production and medical departments that served as logistical safeguards. Every military division had a commander-in-chief who was responsible for specific combat matters, but the supreme authority of the military rested with Roland himself. The Security Bureau was a secret organization which hid in the dark. Its funds were not allocated by the City Hall, while its members were also not recorded in any dossier. Its primary functions were to monitor and ensure the security within the territory and handle issues of official corruption. Lastly, the Witch Union¡­ Roland had thought hard about this organization but eventually decided that it would be a separate department, instead of sorting the witches into the other departments. This was because, for some of the witches, their abilities would increase dramatically after evolution, and then they would be able to work across multiple departments. For example, Anna and Soraya could both play important roles in industry, agriculture, military, and education. Another reason was that there would be times when a witch would not be assigned any work, and therefore, classifying them together could effectively avoid dampening their enthusiasm. This was a point that Scroll and Wendy had brought up to him. Roland hoped that in the future, the Witch Union would operate on its own, which included handling its membership, inspection and work allocation. ¡°Are you really able to hire so many literate people?¡± After he finished reading the City Hall Director¡¯s proposal, Roland raised his head and asked. A 500-person institution was considered enormous in this era. Plus, the requirement that every employee had to be literate would almost certainly be impossible to fulfil in other territories. Although the royal city of each kingdom might have sufficient literate people, these were in large part nobles who were too proud and arrogant to be willing to serve as apprentices. ¡°Add in the fresh batch of graduates and there shouldn¡¯t be a problem,¡± Barov replied. ¡°According to the feedback from the recruitment notices, jobs in the City Hall are the most popular.¡± ¡°It seems that being a civil servant is popular everywhere¡­ ¡± Roland arced his lips upwards uncontrollably. ¡°In that case, go ahead and recruit people according to this scheme. The next and final task is to formulate laws.¡± ¡°Pass me the principal article that you mentioned the last time, and I¡¯ll have my apprentices complete the rest as fast as possible,¡± the City Hall Director said in high spirits. ¡°It¡¯s called Basic Laws,¡± Roland said and laughed. It appeared that enthusiastic ¡°model workers¡± were not only confined to witches¡ªthis was a good sign for a new regime. ¡°Another thing, Your Highness,¡± Barov said. ¡°If the City Hall is expanded according to the plan, the current building may not be able to accommodate so many people. Can¡­ ¡± ¡°You want to build a new City Hall?¡± The prince nodded in agreement. ¡°For sure. I¡¯ll arrange Karl to see to it.¡± In the eyes of the citizens, this was the face of the lord. While they rarely had the chance to enter the castle, they would often settle matters in the City Hall. Thus, a certain degree of splendor and style was necessary. If it was austere and unembellished, the people¡¯s confidence in him might erode. After Barov took his leave, Roland called his guards to bring in Prius Dessau, the knight from the Elk Family. Roland had not seen him for half a year. The knight was visibly fatter and his face fuller than usual, while his cheeks even glowed a bright red. Life had certainly been good. ¡°Recently, there¡¯s been more eggs and poultry in the Convenience Market. This¡¯s all your credit.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Your way of raising chickens and ducks must be great.¡± ¡°Hehe¡­¡± Prius laughed, somewhat embarrassed. ¡°Without your support from the start, I couldn¡¯t have done any of this.¡± Farming was not a smooth journey. When Prius first started, the fowl plague even appeared and caused the death of many chickens. Roland simply thought of it as a good lesson and did not give up on him. Instead, the prince continued to buy baby chicks from the Stronghold and passed them to him for raising. Presently, he had become an indispensable talent of the town¡¯s community. ¡°I plan to recruit you in the City Hall under the agriculture department. Do you agree?¡± ¡°Your Highness, you¡­ don¡¯t want me to continue raising chickens and ducks?¡± Prius was slightly surprised. ¡°Of course not. You¡¯ve been doing a great job, and therefore, I hope that you can bring more people into this business.¡± Roland said encouragingly, ¡°Soon, I plan to expand the scale of farming by more than ten times. Then, you and your family won¡¯t be able to handle it alone. After you¡¯re recruited in the City Hall, you can pass on your experience to more people and teach them how to farm.¡± Given Lily¡¯s ability to eliminate bacteria and diseases, the most thorny problems of animal husbandry ceased to exist. Apart from chickens and ducks, large livestock such as cows and lambs were also within the prince¡¯s expansion plans. ¡°This is undoubtedly a noble job that¡¯s no less honorable than knighthood.¡± The prince paused for a moment and then continued speaking. ¡°There¡¯ll be a day when eggs and poultry will be served on the dining tables of every household in the Western Region. And when people see these delicious foods, they¡¯ll all remember your name. What do you think?¡± ¡°I¡¯m¡­ willing to serve you.¡± Prius Dessau clenched his fists and bowed respectfully. Chapter 403 Chapter 403: Student and Teacher Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Nana yawned loudly as she got off the bed. She glanced at the whiteness outside the window. Still, she could see nothing but snow. Reluctantly, she moved out of the warm bed and put on her thick winter coat. As she trudged out of the bedroom, she saw Aunt Alda tidying up the living room. ¡°Good morning,¡± she muttered. ¡°Ah, little princess, you¡¯re awake.¡± Alda smiled at her. ¡°Want breakfast? It¡¯s ready.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Nana sat beside the dining table and ran her eyes around the room, but she did not see her father. ¡°Where¡¯s Daddy?¡± ¡°Lord Pine went out early in the morning,¡± Alda replied from the kitchen. ¡°He was carrying his silver shotgun.¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± Nana curled her lips upwards. ¡°He¡¯s probably gone to the city wall to practice shooting again¡ªever since he fended off the demonic beasts with the flintlock, he has become enamored by this loud and booming weapon. Not only does he wipe a gun barrel every day, but also he¡¯ll go to the city wall to practice whenever he has time. Furthermore, he managed to apply for a specially-made flintlock from his Highness using my healing abilities as a bargaining chip. It¡¯s all His Highness¡¯ fault for saying that long shotguns are the standard equipment for hunters,¡± Nana thought. ¡°If Mummy¡¯s still around, Daddy probably won¡¯t go out all day long like this.¡± ¡°Breakfast¡¯s here.¡± Alda placed two steaming plates on the table in front of Nana. ¡°Fried eggs and white bread. Eat while they¡¯re hot.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Breakfast¡¯s normally prepared before Daddy leaves home. Only Aunt Alda would specially place it in hot water to keep it warm. If instead, Daddy took care of me, I¡¯d be eating cold and hard eggs. Nana sighed uncontrollably. If only Aunt Alda could marry Daddy. But the young girl knew that this wish had little chance of happening. Alda was the family servant while Daddy was a noble of Border Town¡ªas far as she understood, it was difficult for a commoner and a noble to get married. She devoured the delicious breakfast, wiped her mouth, and shouted. ¡°I¡¯m going to the medical center.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Alda put down the broom she was holding, and led Nana to the door. As she bent down and tied a scarf around Nana¡¯s neck, she said, ¡°Be careful on the road, Miss Pine.¡± ¡°Yes, Aunt!¡± White snowflakes greeted Nana as she made her way out of the house. This was her daily routine: In the morning, she would leave home for the medical center. She would treat the patients if there were any, or else, she would practice her abilities on animals. At noon, she would go to the castle to have lunch with Roland, while in the afternoon until night time, she would remain in the medical center, after which she would return home¡ªshe was the only witch who did not live in the castle. Although time in the medical center was boring, she persisted because she wanted the patients to receive treatment as quickly as possible. The smile and warmth of the townspeople also supported and pushed her on. ¡°Lady Nana, good morning!¡± ¡°Miss Angel, going to the medical center again?¡± ¡°Today¡¯s weather ain¡¯t good. Do take care of your body.¡± ¡°Miss Pine, have you eaten breakfast? Why not have a bowl of hot oatmeal that I just prepared?¡± Greetings like these continued incessantly whenever she walked in public. It was a stark contrast to a year ago. Her sisters claimed that she was currently the most popular witch in Border Town, even more popular than Anna. Nana wasn¡¯t concerned about a popularity contest, albeit she was happy with the current atmosphere. Every person whom she had treated before would greet her affectionately, and this filled her with a sense of achievement. ¡°Elder sister Anna was right,¡± Nana thought. ¡°The only way to change people¡¯s prejudices was to face them adamantly.¡± When she arrived at the medical center, the First Army soldier who was manning the gate bowed and greeted her. ¡°Hello, Miss Anna.¡± ¡°Good morning, are there patients today?¡± ¡°Not at the moment,¡± the soldier replied. ¡°But your friends have come.¡± ¡°Friends?¡± She was surprised. ¡°Could it be Anna?¡± As she thought of Anna, she excitedly ran up to the second floor and pushed open the door, only to find Mystery Moon, Hummingbird, and Lily idly lying on the table. On noticing her, the three of them immediately got up and surrounded her. ¡°You three¡­ ¡± ¡°Haha, are you pleasantly surprised? We came all the way just to see you!¡± Mystery Moon raised her arms and exclaimed. ¡°Mystery Moon suggested that instead of lazing about in the castle, it would be a good idea to come out for a walk,¡± Hummingbird added. ¡°You two may be free, but I¡¯m certainly not. I still have many insect samples to observe.¡± Lily, who was standing at the back, lamented. ¡°Nana must be very busy as well. You think that she¡¯s like you?¡± ¡°Is that so? Yesterday, I peeked and saw you dozing off in front of the microscope. You were obviously sick of your job.¡± Mystery Moon shrugged her shoulders. ¡°Nothing of that sort!¡± Nana was slightly disappointed that it wasn¡¯t Anna who turned up, but she quickly buoyed up. At present, Anna was His Highness¡¯ busiest subordinate, and naturally, could not spend as much time with her as in the past. ¡°No, I¡¯m in fact very free,¡± she replied, laughing. ¡°Thank you, you three.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ since you say so, I shall remain behind to accompany you.¡± Lily turned her head. ¡°It won¡¯t be a problem to observe the samples tomorrow.¡± ¡°What are we gonna play?¡± Hummingbird questioned. ¡°What else?¡± Mystery Moon took out a pack of playing cards. ¡°Of course, this!¡± ¡°Aye, ¡®Fight the Landlord¡¯ may be interesting, but it¡¯s a three-player game.¡± ¡°No, not ¡®Fight the Landlord¡¯.¡± She shook her head uncannily. ¡°A new game that¡¯s suitable for four players, where we compete to see who can show her cards the fastest. I learned it from Andrea¡¯s group only yesterday!¡± ¡°The three-player group of the Sleeping Island?¡± Lily said, holding her forehead. ¡°You learn poorly from others, yet still choose to learn from this bunch¡­ had you used your energy to learn new knowledge from His Highness instead, you won¡¯t have made so little progress until now.¡± ¡°This was also handed down by His Highness.¡± Mystery Moon retorted. ¡°Why¡¯s it not considered part of His Highness¡¯ new knowledge?¡± ¡°Other than you, there¡¯s probably no one in the Witch Union who thinks this way.¡± Lily stared at her for a moment. ¡°I¡¯d like to learn as well¡­ ¡± Hummingbird mumbled softly. Nana watched the conversation going on, and laughed uncontrollably. She felt like she was back to the carefree days when she attended Teacher Karl¡¯s academy. ¡­ Under the company of the three witches, the morning time, which was usually boring, passed quickly. They then went to the castle for lunch together, after which Nana returned to the medical center alone. As she stepped into the hall, she saw someone unexpected. Karl Van Bate. ¡°Mr. Karl!¡± Nana said in surprise. ¡°What brings you here?¡± ¡°To see you.¡± Karl smiled and gazed at her, and then said happily, ¡°You¡­ have grown up.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Nana lowered her head, as if embarrassed. ¡°I¡¯m still a long way from Anna.¡± ¡°Everyone¡¯s different. You have your strong points.¡± He laughed. ¡°Watching you and Anna grow up, as well as observing the town¡¯s changes, it seems that I can no longer see the cracks.¡± ¡°What cracks?¡± Nana was confused. ¡°Nothing¡­ I¡¯m just spouting nonsense.¡± Karl shook his head. ¡°I used to believe that the god had forsaken this world, but now, I feel that it continues to watch over us.¡± ¡°Not a god,¡± Nana corrected him. ¡°His Highness says that these are the fruits of human efforts. Weren¡¯t those residential communities built by you?¡± ¡°But without an origin, nothing could have happened. At that time, when I thought that Anna was dead, and you somehow awakened as a witch, I was utterly flustered. It might have been a God who heard my prayers and answered my call.¡± Karl said in a gentle voice. ¡°It brought us His Highness Roland.¡± Chapter 404 Chapter 404: The Journey to Magnetoelectricity Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Ah¡­ I envy Nana so much.¡± Mystery Moon wiped her wet hair and drew her face close to Lily who was sitting upright at the desk. ¡°Hmm,¡± Lily replied without even turning her head. ¡°You don¡¯t ask why I envy her?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll soon fill me in anyway,¡± Lily said, twitching her mouth. ¡°Damn it!¡± Mystery Moon mumbled, but could not help saying in the end, ¡°Didn¡¯t you see how the soldiers at the hospital and the townsmen nearby treat her?¡± ¡°Saw it.¡± ¡± ¡®Hello, Miss Nana,¡¯ ¡®Are you leaving, Miss Angel?¡¯ ¡®Miss Pine, this is the wheat cake I made,¡¯ ¡­ I want to be treated like that, too!¡± Mystery Moon pressed her face onto Lily¡¯s cheek, but was pushed away relentlessly. ¡°That¡¯s a return for her ability,¡± Lily said without turning a hair. ¡°Didn¡¯t you notice that ever since the Months of the Demons, she¡¯s been staying at the hospital almost every day, waiting to treat the wounded? Half of the locals have received her treatment, and the rest are pretty much their families.¡± ¡°You¡¯re exaggerating.¡± ¡°Not really,¡± Lily said with a sigh and put down the book in her hand. ¡°Although not everyone will fight against demonic beasts at the city wall, it¡¯s perfectly normal for townees to get injured¡ªminers can hurt their toes by ores; kiln labors can get burned. The same applies to the apprentices at the steam engine plants and the chemistry laboratory.¡± She paused for a moment and said, ¡°His Highness once told me that Nana and I are the foundation of medical care in Border Town; one of us for internal medication and the other surgery. This allows the operation to remain at an intense level, while still make sure everyone is healthy without establishing a safety policy. However, in fact, I haven¡¯t done anything except epidemic prevention for new refugees.¡± ¡°So you¡¯re feeling sour like me!¡± Mystery Moon said, leaning over unyieldingly. ¡°No, I¡¯m not!¡± Lily fired. ¡°And stay away from me. You¡¯re interfering with my reading.¡± ¡°Aw¡­ ¡± Mystery Moon chickened and said, ¡°but I¡¯m really envious of her.¡± ¡°Then learn from Nana. Take the initiative to help every townee until they know you and get familiar with you. Then surely everybody will say hello to you wherever you go,¡± said Lily, shrugging her shoulders. ¡°But I don¡¯t have an ability like Nana¡¯s,¡± Mystery Moon said, frustrated. ¡°Then use your physical strength if not your ability,¡± said Lily, mocking. ¡°Regardless, you¡¯ve been there at the camps of the Witch Cooperation Association.¡± ¡°You¡­ rascal!¡± Mystery Moon still nursed a grudge when she went to bed. She knew that Lily was right, but being inferior to the other witches chafed her pride. This was intolerable. She had gone through so much pain before finally finding an ideal place to settle down and idling about all day was torture. Mystery Moon slept fitfully all night. She knocked on Roland¡¯s office door with dark circles below her eyes the following day. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± the prince asked in surprise. ¡°Were you bullied?¡± ¡°By Lily¡­ No, nevermind.¡± She leaned dramatically on Roland¡¯s desk and asked, ¡°Your Highness, didn¡¯t you say that I have great potential? Why¡¯s there no change in my ability yet? It really can¡¯t evolve unless I understand Natural Science Theoretical Foundation?¡± ¡°I see,¡± Roland said, trying in vain to suppress his laughter. ¡°Actually, I¡¯ve been thinking about this problem, too.¡± ¡°What problem?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t Agatha say that over 400 years ago, the witches at the Union experienced High Awakening even without a comprehensive understanding of the world? Apart from basic practices, the rest will be a sudden enlightenment¡ªthis could be achieved by the observation of natural phenomena, or by an accidental flash of inspiration.¡± Roland continued, ¡°However, the latter is apparently not comparable to the awakening inspired by systematic learning. Look at Agatha¡¯s magic power. She¡¯s not only the weakest one among the evolved witches, but she can¡¯t even compete with some of the ordinary witches such as Sylvie and Andrea.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t matter, as long as it evolves!¡± Mystery Moon¡¯s eyes were sparkling. ¡°You¡¯ve got an idea?¡± ¡°It may not work,¡± the prince said, throwing up his hands, ¡°but it¡¯s worth a try. What do you know about magnetic forces?¡± ¡°Um¡­ A force produced by the directional movement of electrons, which a magnetic field acts on the magnetic bodies and electric currents in it.¡± ¡°That was copied from the book,¡± he smiled and said. ¡°You memorized it well, but you probably don¡¯t understand it at all.¡± Mystery Moon hesitated for a moment and nodded. ¡°You¡¯ve seen lines of magnetic forces simulated by iron powder. You also know the direction of magnetic forces, and have seen the DC generator, too. So I think¡­ you may not enable closed circuits to quickly cut lines of magnetic forces, yet you can change the magnetic field you form, thereby personally experiencing the transformation from magnetism to electricity. ¡± ¡°I don¡¯t quite follow you.¡± ¡°The nature of the transformation from magnetism to electricity is the change in magnetic flux. If you wanna change the magnetic flux in a constant magnetic field, the only way is to change the area, that is, to cut magnetic induction lines.¡± The prince drew a diagram on the paper and said, ¡°What if the area remains constant? That¡¯ll be changing the magnetic field, which means changing the magnetic flux.¡± Mystery Moon groped unsuccessfully for adequate words, failing because she didn¡¯t understand a word. The prince laughed and said, ¡°It¡¯s OK that you don¡¯t get it. You only need to do this¡ªquickly release and withdraw your magnetic forces rather than continuously use your power.¡± ¡°And then?¡± Mystery Moon waited for Roland to continue. ¡°Nothing more.¡± He shook his head. ¡°This is the only step.¡± ¡°Huh? Just release and withdraw magnetic forces?¡± ¡°Correct. If you can also change the direction of lines of magnetic forces, that would be perfect. For example, switch from the left hand to the right hand.¡± The prince smiled and said, ¡°While you practice, I¡¯ll prepare a ¡®little toy¡¯ for you. You¡¯ll know why when you get the hang of this method.¡± ¡­ Two days later, Mystery Moon received what His Highness called a ¡°little toy¡±. It was a square frame made of copper wires, the top of which was connected to a glass ball no bigger than half of a fist. Taking a closer look, she could see the copper wires were cut open in the ball, and were connected by a much finer metal wire. An accompanying instruction manual read, ¡°Hold the two ends of the square frame with both hands and practice. Note: be sure to draw the curtains and hide the Stone of Light.¡± What the heck is that? She scratched her head and then did what the instruction manual instructed¡ª ¡°It¡¯s practice no matter how I do it. Just ignore it, and it¡¯ll be fine.¡± Mystery Moon learned that it was not hard to quickly release and withdraw her power, but changing the direction of magnetic forces delivered a blinding headache. Magnetic force was an essential power to her and at first, this endeavor was akin to breathing with only one nostril at a time. Although Mystery Moon had restrained herself from playing poker games and been dutifully practicing her new skill for the last two days, the result lasted merely half a minute. She took a deep breath and summoned the magic power in her body. At first she felt nothing, but soon she saw a flash of red light. The metal wire in the glass ball turned orangy red, and the light became increasingly bright and intense. In a few seconds, the light was glaring. Mystery Moon almost could not believe her eyes. The inkily dark room was lit by soft light much purer than the candle light, which she had never seen. She was still in a daze when the red light faded away accompanied by a feeble popping sound before the darkness enveloped the room again. Chapter 405 Chapter 405: Accompany Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The next morning, Mystery Moon ran to the office in a hurry with bigger dark circles under her eyes. ¡°Why would the glass ball light up? It didn¡¯t work afterwards, no matter how hard I tried to apply my power¡­ ¡± she could not wait to spit it all out after pushing open the door. ¡°That¡­ fast?¡± The prince was a little surprised. He put down the quill, took the small object from Mystery Moon and said, ¡°I thought it would take you two or three days.¡± Mystery Moon bent over, propped up her chin on the edge of the desk, and asked with a blink, ¡°What on earth was glowing?¡± ¡°That was electric light.¡± The prince smiled and said, ¡°You released lightning from the sky.¡± ¡°Lightning?¡± She could not help repeating the word in a quiet voice, and then shook her head. ¡°But it didn¡¯t look like it at all. This light was a red-orange color, and kept glowing¡ªlightning is always just a flash. ¡± ¡°The lightning lit the filament, making it glow continuously.¡± The prince twisted the glass ball and took it off, then said, ¡°It¡¯s fine that you don¡¯t understand it. I¡¯ll let you see the real electric light later.¡± Mystery Moon¡¯s eyes were wide open. She gazed at Roland¡¯s every single movement, afraid of missing something. The prince drew the two copper wires closer and put the glass ball back again. ¡°There you go. Now continue to practice.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± She took the wire frame, utterly disappointed. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± the prince covered his mouth and said, ¡°and don¡¯t forget to draw the curtains when practicing.¡± ¡­ Lily was sitting at the end of the bed reading Natural Science Theoretical Foundation when Mystery Moon returned to the bedroom. ¡°Why are you up so early today?¡± she asked in surprise. ¡°Since you¡¯re up, bring me breakfast. An omelet and bread, please. No porridge.¡± ¡°No, I won¡¯t bring breakfast for a traitor,¡± Mystery Moon said with a grunt. She drew the curtains, and the room turned completely dark in an instant. ¡°Hey, what¡¯re you doing?¡± Lily frowned and asked. ¡°Practicing my ability.¡± She threw herself on the floor and said, ¡°Draw the curtains and hide the Stone of Light¡ªthat¡¯s His Highness¡¯ requirement.¡± ¡°Fine, fine,¡± the little girl rolled her eyes and said, ¡°I¡¯ll do my reading in the hall.¡± ¡°No, you can¡¯t!¡± Mystery Moon hollered. ¡°Why?¡± Lily darted her a look, ¡°I can¡¯t read when I¡¯m starving, and I have to stay with you here?¡± ¡°Um¡­ ¡± Mystery Moon paused a moment, ¡°I¡¯ll bring you breakfast. Can you stay here?¡± ¡°What?¡± Lily asked with great interest, ¡°Are you afraid of the dark?¡± ¡°Not at all!¡± She puffed out her cheeks and muttered after a while, ¡°I just need company.¡± She wanted somebody to witness her progress and be amazed at her ability. Even if she failed, she hoped someone would still comfort her, but she would rather carry these words to her grave than confide in Lily. ¡°Okay then. I¡¯ll stay with you this time, since you sound so pathetic,¡± Lily said with a yawn. ¡°Breakfast, quick!¡± Mystery Moon finally got ready to practice after reluctantly bringing the breakfast over. Lily swallowed the egg in content and asked, ¡°What¡¯re you going to do? Magnetize the stuff in your hand?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m going to let the magnetic forces in my hand change quickly. His Highness says that¡¯ll produce thunder and lightning.¡± Lily was stunned¡ª¡±Thunder and lightning?¡± ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m going to start¡­ ¡± ¡°Hold on,¡± the little girl shouted, drawing closer to the door. ¡°It¡¯s good now. Go ahead.¡± Mystery Moon exhaled a long breath and mobilized her magic power as she had earlier. If this happened at the camps of the Witch Cooperation Association, Supervisor Cara would definitely scold her for such behavior. However, His Highness had intentionally replaced all the wares in the bedroom that contained iron, including iron nails with copper-made items, making it easy for her to practice. She was generously treated in Border Town and would not allow herself to sit idle. Reminiscences of her experience in the town swarmed back upon her, image by image, as vivid as a merry-go-round. This time Mystery Moon found herself quickly in a ready state. The magic power danced between her hands with increased movement and growing intensity. Then she saw the electric light. Like a blue ghost revealing itself from layers of clouds, the light was transient, and disappeared instantly. Nevertheless, she clearly saw a trace of electric light. It was like a tiny arc, spanning from one end of the copper wire to the other, bursting out gentle popping sounds. It was far from the end. Then came a second arc, and then a third¡­ She noticed in dismay that every time the magnetic forces transformed, there was dazzling electric light springing up, the traces of which also changed correspondingly with its movements. With the direction of magnetic forces quickly switching back and forth, a bridge of blue and white gradually took shape between the two copper wires. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Lily who stood far away asked, her eyes wide open. The electric light was insignificant compared with the red-orange blaze of yesterday, but it made Mystery Moon quiver in excitement¡ªthis was her first time witnessing her own ability! In comparison to the invisible lines of magnetic forces she could not understand in the slightest, the rythm at which the electric arc danced and the direction of its movement were completely under her control. This was truly ¡°lightning¡± created by her. Electricity generates magnetism, and vice versa. That¡¯s what it is. She sensed the power in her body had become more visible and clear. Mystery Moon got up on her feet and put the metal frame on the desk. She slowly released her hands to let the magic power die down, but the ends of the copper wires were still glittering, like flickering stars in the darkness from a far distance. She now had a better understanding of these words. In other words, electricity is magnetism, and vice versa. ******************* Roland kneaded his sore neck with a quill between his teeth. ¡°Do you need a hand?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice popped up by his ears. ¡°Ah, thank you,¡± he nodded slightly and said. Nightingale thus laid her two fair hands on Roland¡¯s shoulders and started to massage his neck with just the right amount of strength. Roland half closed his eyes, enjoying this moment of serenity. In order to draft the first code of the town, which would later serve as the Basic Laws of all the primary laws, he had been up earlier than even the guards for the past three days. It wasn¡¯t until today that he finally finished the draft. As Roland had no knowledge of the laws, he could only jot down some ten articles in plain language based on his understanding of the system, which was no longer than two pages altogether. Nonetheless, these articles contained ideas and ideology from the new world. He believed this code would enable him to carry out a brand new system which was entirely different from the ancient feudal system across the whole continent while expanding his territory. With this code as its base, his new kingdom would indubitably distinguish itself from the others. ¡°Your Highness!¡± The office door was suddenly flung open. Mystery Moon rushed in with the copper wire frame in her hand, shouting, ¡°I finally got it!¡± Roland opened his eyes, and saw the girl withdraw her hands and put the ¡°little toy¡± on the desk. ¡°Look!¡± She did not touch the wire frame, but there was still an arc of light where the copper wires were cut open. Looking at this incredible scene, Roland could not help dropping his jaw. The quill slid off the corner of his mouth and fell on the floor. Chapter 406 Chapter 406: The Limitation of Magic Power Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What did I just see? A self-generating system of electricity that doesn¡¯t need an external energy supply! Mystery Moon¡¯s ability is an attaching type of magic so the answer is the answer is clear. She¡¯s added a brand new property to the metal frame, and¡± her magic power acts as the energy supply,¡± Roland mused to himeself. ¡°How did you manage to do that?¡± Roland asked aloud. ¡°When you said that there¡¯s an intertwining relationship between electricity and magnetism, and that they¡¯re indivisible, I wondered if I could make the objects generate lightning by magnetizing them. I tried to add a constantly changing magnetic forces to the copper wires because you¡¯ve said creating electricity requires changes in magnetic forces. Then it turned out this way,¡± Mystery Moon answered cautiously, her eyes sparkling with expectation. ¡°That¡¯s why¡­ Changes in electric currents do produce magnetic fields, but magnetic fields only generate electricity under certain circumstances. It requires both closed circuits and changes in magnetic flux; changes in the magnetic area and magnetic forces both need external energy supply. Mystery Moon¡¯s new ability has replaced an energy supply with the self-changing magnetic force,¡± the prince concluded. Roland would have thought it was a perpetual motion machine prototype, if he saw it in modern times. Yet here in this world, he understood that powers of witches could not be judged by common sense of his time. The magnetic property added to the objects might not be produced by magnetic poles, just as the Blackfire was not natural fire. They were tangible forms of the magic power. He could only wonder whether Mystery Moon had noticed any magnetic force change in objects to which she attached her magic power. When Roland asked her about it, she nodded and then shook her head. ¡°When I was in the Witch Cooperation Association, I once wanted to change the magnetism of objects according to my will. To avoid causing my sisters any trouble, I tried to make the objects less magnetic when they were not in use. However, it didn¡¯t work. Their magnetic force remained the same. I thought it was impossible, so I gave up on it,¡± she said. ¡°Just as I expected,¡± Roland thought. He cocked his head towards Nightingale and said, ¡°The form of her magic power¡­ ¡± ¡°They have been united.¡± Nightingale stepped out of her mist and smiled. ¡°The two are now one.¡± Mystery Moon gasped, ¡°Did I really¡­ ¡± ¡°Yes, you did. Your ability has evolved.¡± Roland confirmed. ¡°Only a long-term and relentless dedication of practice can lead to enlightenment and evolution that fast. You did a great job. From now on, you¡¯ll be the sixth evolved witch in the Witch Union.¡± ¡°Congratulations.¡± Nightingale went to Mystery Moon and patted her head, smiling. ¡°Now, am I able to do more for Your Highness?¡± she asked, her eyes shining with excitement. ¡°Yes, countless things,¡± Roland smiled and said. ¡°As I¡¯ve told you before, you¡¯ve got great potential. But first, go rest. You have dark circles as huge as fists around your eyes. I¡¯ll test your ability in the afternoon.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± she nodded vigorously. After Mystery Moon left the office, Nightingale purposefully shut the door and turned her attention to Roland. Ignoring her regular perche at either Roland¡¯s desk or the French window, she drew close to him. Grasping his shoulders and leaning in to speak, she stood so close that strands of her fair hair tickled his face. He felt his heart beating violently at the sight of her bright eyes and soft, red lips. Eh? What¡¯s going on? Is she asking for it in broad daylight?¡± ¡°Tell me the method.¡± These were not the words that the prince had expected to hear from Nightingale, ¡°Wait¡­ what¡¯s this have to do with anything?¡± ¡°What method?¡± he asked. ¡°The method to evolve without reading Natural Science Theoretical Foundation?¡± she said excitedly, ¡°I can tell from Mystery Moon¡¯s grades that she doesn¡¯t understand the contents of the book, but you taught her how to evolve and gain a new ability! What should I do? Practice with ¡®little toys¡¯ as well?¡± ¡°Eh, she is asking for the evolvement method. What a pity¡­ no, a relief.¡± Roland thought and cleared his throat, putting himself together. ¡°I¡¯m afraid your ability won¡¯t evolve through a sudden flash of enlightenment,¡± he said. ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°According to Agatha, only observing natural phenomena related to your ability can provoke an evolvement. Your Mist is just too incredible for me to understand, let alone guide you to learn about it.¡± Roland explained. ¡°Maybe the only method for you to develop your magic power is a sound understanding of natural science, physics and even advanced mathematics.¡± Nightingale¡¯s face fell. She feebly walked to the couch and sank back into it, feeling as if her body was hollowed out. After lunch, Roland spent the whole afternoon conducting a comprehensive test on Mystery Moon¡¯s new ability. He named it ¡°Variable Magnetic Force.¡± It could be applied to any object like her magnetizing ability, and it would create periodic variation based on the magic power she initially conjured. However, as far as insulators, no electricity would be generated. Roland determined that Mystery Moon¡¯s magic power was the weakest of the the evolved witches. She could only light up two Magic Stones embedded in the Sigil of God¡¯s Will, half a stone less than even Maggie. Unfortunately, the attaching-type magic ability required a vast amount of magic power. The greater and longer variations in magnetic forces, the greater demand for magic power. After a series of tests, Roland found that Mystery Moon¡¯s new ability could serve as a stable battery, but it was far from sufficient to drive a large electric motor or power a steam engine. He tested her ability by transforming an old DC motor, initially used for the electrolysis of water, into an electric motor, and the result was disappointing. The motor, which consumed all of Mystery Moon¡¯s magic power to add a magnetic force, could only work half day. That meant her new abilitycould not practically be used as a source power. Roland didn¡¯t tell Mystery Moon the bad results. Instead, he encouraged her to keep studying and practicing her new ability, because she was fragile and he feared bad news would be devestating. Besides, he knew that ability evolvement was not a sudden transformation, but a metamorphosis through learning. Roland remembered something he had heard from Agatha, the method to jointly produce Stone of Light. He thought,¡±If there is a witch who can control or transfer magic power, Mystery Moon¡¯s power limitation won¡¯t be a problem anymore.¡± In the evening, he went to talk to Tilly Wimbledon. ¡°An assistant witch with a controlling type of magic?¡± she said after hearing the prince¡¯s idea. She thought for a while and answered, ¡°No witch of the Sleeping Island has that kind of ability.¡± ¡°Really?¡± he asked, heaving a sigh. ¡°It seems that Mystery Moon has to depend on herself to improve.¡± Yet what Tilly said next cheered him. ¡°However, I know where you can find the witch you want.¡± Chapter 407 Chapter 407: Tilly¡¯s Questioning Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You mean¡­ she didn¡¯t follow you to Sleeping Island?¡± The prince soon got what Tilly meant. ¡°Exactly.¡± Princess Tilly shook her head helplessly. ¡°Her name is Spear Passi and her ability is magic power channeling. She can channel magic powers of several witches. In other words, a witch at one end of the channel can borrow magic powers from other witches connected, so you may need her help.¡± Tilly paused for a while and continued. ¡°She lives right in Fallen Dragon Ridge.¡± ¡°Since you know so much about her, you must have contacted her,¡± Roland asked for further explanation, ¡°and what¡¯re the reasons for her to stay there? There¡¯s a risk that she¡¯ll be caught by the church.¡± After a moment of silence, Tilly answered, ¡°That¡¯s because she¡¯s a Marquess and Lord of Fallen Dragon Ridge.¡± ¡°Lord?¡± He was startled, ¡°A witch?¡± ¡°Yes, her father Marquis Passi, the last Lord, gave the title and the territory to her, instead of to his second and third son. Due to her high rank, Spear can conceal her witch identity pretty well, and thus can lead a far better life than ordinary witches,¡± Tilly said slowly, ¡°and she contacted me first and offered her help during the migrations. Because of her, I was able to quickly gather the witches from the towns in the southern and middle parts of the Kingdom.¡± ¡°¡®She contacted me first¡¯¡­¡±, Roland sensed something strange thereinto and asked, ¡°Wait¡­ She didn¡¯t intend to give a shelter to her fellow witches?¡± ¡°No.¡± Tilly shook her head. ¡°Not only that, she also wanted those witches to leave her territory as soon as possible and protect themselves from being tortured by the church. Spear apparently values her lord title more.¡± Her Lord title would no doubt be in danger if the church found she was protecting witches. Unlike towns in the remote border area, Fallen Dragon Ridge had well-established churches and priests, and their believers greatly outnumbered those in the Western Region. Roland understood her choice but was still astonished. ¡°If a witch in her territory is seized, will she¡­ ¡± ¡°I asked her the same question, ¡± Tilly said with some sadness, ¡°and Spear Passi bluntly told me if a witch was caught by the people, she would try to replace her in the jail with a death-row prisoner and secretly send her out of her territory; but if a witch was caught by the Verdict Army or judged by the church, she would just stand by.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland thought, ¡°It turned out that Spear Passi voluntarily got in touch with Tilly because of the hidden danger of witches in Fallen Dragon Ridge. That was why Tilly chose to leave for the Fjords, which was a new place for her despite the risk of crossing the channel, instead of settling down in Fallen Dragon Ridge.¡± At this thought, he frowned and asked Tilly, ¡°If I invite her to Border Town, will she come?¡± ¡°I won¡¯t bank on that, but you may have a try,¡± Tilly threw up her hands and said, ¡°I¡¯m just telling you where you can find her but I¡¯m not promising anything.¡± Roland made a long sigh and said, ¡°I¡¯ll send a messenger to talk to her first.¡± Without doubt, he would choose Nightingale as the messenger, given that she was able to avoid eyes and ears of the people when she got into the castle, and that she could also discern lies. As long as she made Spear believe she held no hostility, Spear would probably not overreact, either. It generally took five or six days to travel from Border Town to Fallen Dragon Ridge by boat, but that trip would only cost Maggie half a day. They could bring Lightning, who acted faster as a helper. The three witches formed a team of the highest mobility in the Witch Union, and now equipped with guns, they could both attack enemies and defend themselves. Thinking about the plan for quite a while, Roland made up his mind. Assuming that the Marquise did not agree to come, it was still a matter of time for him to investigate the situation of her territory. As an important passage on the way to the Southernmost Region, Fallen Dragon Ridge was included in his spring attack plan. ¡°I heard there¡¯s a newly evolved witch in the castle?¡± Tilly suddenly switched the topic. ¡°Ah, you mean Mystery Moon. Yes, she did cohere her magic power,¡± Roland nodded and told Tilly about her evolvement process. ¡°But using the ancient witches¡¯ method to evolve is not very effective in increasing her magic power. To become someone like Anna, it still requires the thorough understanding of solid knowledge.¡± ¡°But the ancient way is still a method,¡± Tilly said with interest, ¡°and there¡¯s a point I find very interesting in what you said just now. What did you mean by ¡®They¡¯re not natural phenomena but only concrete forms of magic powers¡¯?¡± ¡°That was my personal speculation.¡± He picked up his cup and had some tea. ¡°Neither Anna¡¯s Heart Fire nor her Blackfire is something you can find in nature, so it¡¯s not hard to view them as concrete forms of magic powers, but what about the normal fires before the evolvement? So I assume the normal fires were also created by magic powers, and that it reflected what Anna perceived as ¡®heat¡¯. As her perception became more thorough and profound, the images of ¡®heat¡± also changed. This explains exactly what Agatha has experienced. Many witches have similar abilities before their evolvement because they¡¯ve observed the same natural phenomenon. After High Awakening, their abilities vary because their understandings of the phenomenon have huge differences.¡± ¡°Sounds quite reasonable,¡± Tilly replied without saying yes or no, ¡°but according to your speculation, the witches of the same kind will evolve almost the same new abilities if they¡¯ve same understandings of the phenomenon, right?¡± ¡°Yes, pretty much like that, but under the condition that they¡¯ve got exactly the same understanding abilities.¡± Roland did not tell her another idea of his, which was to what extent magic powers could evolve. ¡°Since magic power forms the foundation of all kinds of abilities, it is elementary and universal. Provided that there is a witch who understands everything in the nature, will she be able to display all kinds of abilities?¡± ¡°Are you¡­ coming from a world without magic power?¡± Tilly suddenly questioned. ¡°Poof¡­¡± The tea nearly gushed out of the prince¡¯s mouth. He wiped his mouth and asked, ¡°What, what did you say?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve gone through all the books written by you during this month and always felt something was wrong.¡± Princess Tilly looked at him in the eye. ¡°I finally see what the problem is after hearing what you said just now. You separate magic power from the nature¡­ Neither Natural Science Theoretical Foundation nor Elementary Physics mentions anything about magic power and you said concrete expressions of magic power were not something existing in the nature, but¡­ magic power itself is a part of the nature.¡± Roland was stunned. He suddenly realized that he completely forgot Tilly lived in a world where magic power naturally existed. So did the previous Prince Roland, but he just placed magic power in a position opposite to natural phenomena and seemed to get used to it. Blame the excess memories coming all of a sudden for this careless mistake? It probably won¡¯t work this time. It is acceptable to say that Prince Roland wrote these books based entirely on his memories, but how to explain that he firmly believes in them and subconsciously separate magic power from the nature? Is it possible for him to pledge that this is still the memory of the previous Prince Roland¡¯s? Roland swallowed hard. Chapter 408 Chapter 408: The Conundrum Translator: TransN Editor: TransN He couldn¡¯t believe that she was digging holes for him using the books that he wrote himself. When faced with such complicated information, most people struggled to even understand it, let alone to notice its flaws¡ªit was pretty unbelievable that there was no mention of magic power at all in a science book studying the nature of everything in the world. Roland had also completely wiped the Fourth Prince¡¯s memories from his mind, and besides trying to mimic the Prince during his first month after traversing the space and time, he never considered it ever again. His ministers were afraid to question him, and he didn¡¯t have to hide who he was from the witches, so he became more and more careless. However, Tilly was no ordinary witch. Besides being Prince Roland¡¯s sister, she was also an Extraordinary. Not only was she able to quickly finish all of his books, but she also shrewdly noticed this inconsistency. Her logic was just as clear as that of any modern person who had undergone universal education. In addition, she used leading questions to prove her point so that he had no chance of arguing his way out. This was a disaster. Roland¡¯s brain was spinning with frantic thoughts, but he had no idea how to respond to her. Any forced explanation to someone who could notice this inconsistency would only arouse more suspicion, and lying to cover a lie would only create even more issues. Tilly broke the awkward silence and said gently, ¡°You don¡¯t have to answer me right now. It¡¯s late, and I¡¯m going back to the Witch House. You should get some rest too, Your Highness.¡± ¡°Um¡­ Okay.¡± Roland stared into the eyes of this grey-haired woman, trying to understand her thoughts, and forgot to send her off. Tilly stopped at his office door, turned around and asked, ¡°I can trust you, right?¡± Usually, Roland would have confidently agreed, but in that moment, he found himself struggling to respond and could only manage a slow nod. After the door closed, Nightingale said, confused, ¡°How could she just leave like that?¡± ¡°Why do you look so upset?¡± Roland scoffed at her. ¡°I was so close to hearing about your true life story!¡± Nightingale stuck out her tongue. ¡°Why didn¡¯t she press on you harder? ¡°Because she didn¡¯t want to risk our friendship.¡± The Prince heavily sighed. ¡°What?¡± ¡°No¡­ nothing.¡± Roland leaned back in his chair and felt a chill on his back. Tilly¡¯s behavior was absolutely perfect because she didn¡¯t push him too far. Border Town was definitely the biggest ally to the Sleeping Island, and allies were more important than identities in the face of their enemies. If she strained their relationship by asking too much, it would only mean bad news for the witches of the Sleeping Island. That was why Tilly left him some time to recover after posing her question. However, this didn¡¯t mean that she didn¡¯t need an answer, and if he kept dragging his feet, he could also lose her trust right after they defeated their enemies together. She had made her move, and it was time for him to respond. However, Roland couldn¡¯t tell Tilly the truth, at least not at the moment¡ªAnna and Nightingale were different because they knew only him from the very beginning, but Tilly was Prince Roland¡¯s little sister. Until he figured out what her real thoughts on her brother were, he would have to keep this secret to himself. He shook his head and dismissed these annoying thoughts. Roland turned to Nightingale and said, ¡°You heard our conversation earlier, too. What do you think about checking out the situation with Maggie and Lightning?¡± ¡°No problem, Your Highness.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not just going to be a simple chat¡­ To be honest, I¡¯m a little worried about you,¡± he slowly said. ¡°Wha¡­ what¡¯s there to be worried about?¡± Nightingale stuttered. ¡°I¡­ I¡¯m fine, even if I have to drag her back¡­ ¡± ¡°That¡¯s exactly what I¡¯m worried about!¡± Roland slammed on the table. ¡°What do you mean drag her back? Are you trying to have her tear us to shreds? Listen, you have to be careful this time and check out the situation before you confront Spear Passi. It¡¯s alright if she refuses; just don¡¯t threaten her¡ªas a fellow witch, she¡¯ll be no stranger to you.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ is that all?¡± she asked disappointedly. ¡°That¡¯s all in regards to witches.¡± Roland frowned. ¡°Additionally, you need to help Lightning record the layout of Fallen Dragon Ridge¡¯s surroundings, fortifications, sentries, and armies, and then return as quickly as possible.¡± Nightingale murmured in acknowledgment. ¡°And finally,¡± Roland said, pausing, ¡°be safe. This¡¯s the most important thing.¡± ******************* ¡°Can we get another pint of ale over here?¡± ¡°Hey, is my oatmeal ready?¡± ¡°Coming, coming! Sorry for the wait!¡± Otto Luoxi entered the pub, Covert Trumpeter, and was instantly surrounded by chaotic chatter. A crackling fire warmed him, and a smell of sour and musty body odor made him cringe. As a nobility, Otto rarely set foot into commoners¡¯ areas and was not used to being in close quarters with them. If not for his appointment with the Rats, he wouldn¡¯t be caught dead in this backalley pub in the outer city. Following local rules, he quickly found his target¡ªa skinny man wearing a hood sitting in an unlit corner of the pub, enveloped in the shadows. A small piece of bone lay next to his hand. Otto sat across the man and said, ¡°Cheers to Skeleton Fingers.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have liquor to give cheers.¡± ¡°But I have the thing measuring all things on earth.¡± He spoke the code word. The man shrugged. ¡°Call me Hood. I heard you¡¯re here to get some information?¡± Otto nodded. While Timothy was stalling on giving him a response, he hadn¡¯t been able to rest and was busy asking around about the rebel king¡ªsomeone who could hold the Western Territory for half a year after the king¡¯s ascension and completely stump Timothy was surely with a force to be reckoned with. The fastest way to gain as much information as possible was through the Rats. This was the sixth Rat Otto had spoken to, and the information he had gained startled him. The legendary rebel king, Roland Wimbledon, fourth son of King Wimbledon III, was not showing any signs of weakening and was even challenging the new king with the threat of an attack to dethrone Timothy. This man was also true to his word¡ªalthough Timothy went to great lengths to hide the news, Otto was still able to find out about the strange collapse in King¡¯s City. If this news was true, an alliance with Timothy was questionable at best. He needed to get to the bottom of all this to protect the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Otto Luoxi whispered. ¡°I want to know about the giant crash and collapse in the King¡¯s City palace three months ago.¡± Chapter 409 Chapter 409: A Reliable Ally Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You¡¯ve come to the right man,¡± Hood smiled and said in a raspy voice that made it hard to tell his age. ¡°Even though I live in the outer city, I happened to be near the palace on the day of the incident, and as soon as I heard the crash, I ran to the palace gate. You have no idea how terrifying the crash was, because it sounded like lightning hitting the earth. All the surrounding windows, whether paper or glass, were shattered by an invisible force, and some people were even scared to death by the sudden sound¡­ ¡± Every Rat claimed to be nearby and to have witnessed everything, but each person¡¯s story was different from the other. ¡°Okay, no need to ramble on about unimportant things. How did it happen?¡± Otto Luoxi interrupted and asked. ¡°Was this incident really related to the Fourth Prince¡­ Roland Wimbledon?¡± Hood cleared his throat and stretched out his right hand. ¡°I can answer that, but¡­ ¡± ¡°You need the thing measuring all things on earth, right?¡± Otto opened his wallet. ¡°How much?¡± The so-called ¡°thing measuring all things on earth¡± was nothing more than a gold royal. Only uncultured people like Rats would use such an obvious code word or phrase to appear mysterious. The Rat stuck up two fingers. Otto took out two gold royals and placed them in Hood¡¯s hand. ¡°This is not a small fee, so I hope your information lives up to it.¡± ¡°Of course. The reputation of Skeleton Fingers rests upon this.¡± The Rat smiled greedily and pocketed the gold royals. ¡°A Rat¡¯s reputation is as ridiculous as a ruler¡¯s mercy.¡± Otto sniffed. ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll start by answering your first question.¡± After his payment, Hood¡¯s posture was much more relaxed. He sipped his ale, leaned back in his chair, and pointed towards the ceiling. ¡°Thunder comes from the sky.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Otto frowned. ¡°Didn¡¯t you want to know what caused the crash?¡± the Rat whispered. ¡°All thunder comes from the sky, and this was no exception. I saw it with my own eyes. Before the crash, a white rock floated into the palace, and then the incident happened.¡± ¡°Nonsense! You mean to tell me that a huge rock fell from the sky and smashed the palace into pieces?¡± ¡°Hehe, everything I said is true, or else Skeleton Fingers wouldn¡¯t assign me this task. If you think I¡¯m lying, you can leave right now.¡± Hood shrugged. ¡°But you won¡¯t get your fee back.¡± ¡°¡­ Keep going.¡± Otto tried to repress his annoyance. ¡°The rock entered the palace only seconds after it appeared, but I could clearly tell that it wasn¡¯t that big or fast and didn¡¯t like something that could destroy the Hall of Sky Dome, which is why I said it ¡®floated¡¯. Also, when the crash and smoke appeared, I saw a menacing flash of fire that definitely wasn¡¯t caused by the collision,¡± Hood said, smacking his lips. ¡°I mean, His Highness Timothy¡¯s search afterwards proved this very point¡ªhe closed off and cleared the Inner City multiple times without arresting any suspects, and the palace is heavily guarded, so where else could the attack be from if not the sky?¡± He took another sip of ale. ¡°As for the fire and smoke, they resemble the phenomenon caused when an alchemy solution called snow powder burns, which is why I¡¯m certain that this was an attack. By the way, I also have some information about snow powder, but you¡¯d have to pay only a little more¡­ ¡± ¡°No need, I don¡¯t want to know.¡± Otto interrupted. He had already heard through other channels about snow powder, which was originally used in celebrations but could be modified into a weapon. Rats probably didn¡¯t know anything about its specific content, so he didn¡¯t feel like wasting his money. ¡°Alright, now I¡¯ll answer your second question,¡± Hood said, splaying his hands indifferently. ¡°This incident was certainly related to Prince Roland.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°When did you arrive in King¡¯s City? Of course, I¡¯m not trying to ask about your background or¡­ identity, since that¡¯s a rule of Black Street, so you don¡¯t have to answer me.¡± The Rat smiled. ¡°What I mean is, if you arrived in King¡¯s City in early autumn, you¡¯d know this: His Highness sent thousands of soldiers to attack Western Region, but only very few returned, all bearing letters from Prince Roland to His Highness.¡± All six Rats had mentioned this, which meant that it was probably true, but he continued to ask, ¡°Are you talking about the warning of revenge? It sounds quite scary. Are you sure it¡¯s not pure folklore?¡± ¡°Most letters were brought by the soldiers into the palace, and the few that were leaked were mostly seized by the City Hall, but Skeleton Fingers always surprises its clients. I actually have a preserved ¡®warning¡¯ with me.¡± Hood stuck up five fingers. ¡°Considering it¡¯s a very rare letter from Prince Roland himself, the price is slightly higher. What do you think?¡± ¡­ Otto Luoxi returned to the palace, and Belinda immediately stood up to greet him. ¡°Any news?¡± ¡°Not much, but I did get my hands on a letter from Prince Roland.¡± He handed the wrinkly piece of paper to her, took off his coat, sat next to the fireplace, and told her all about what he had learned. ¡°All six Rats gave similar answers to the second question, and this paper proves them right¡ªRoland Wimbledon is not as weak as the King says he is, but the complete opposite. If the Kingdom of Dawn allies with Timothy, we may benefit very little and gain a tricky enemy.¡± ¡°But all the Rats¡¯ answers to the first question were different,¡± Belinda said with a frown. ¡°This proves that the attack was very mysterious and difficult to understand, and I kind of believe what the last Rat said.¡± Otto sipped his hot tea and sighed. Spending too much time in the cheap pub made him very uncomfortable. ¡°From the sky?¡± Belinda gaped at him. ¡°Are you crazy?¡± ¡°Of course not. If I hadn¡¯t seen this letter, I wouldn¡¯t dream of it either. Roland was very confident about the time and location of the attack, and only an attack from the sky would be able to pass the high city wall and strong fortifications, confusing even the shrewdest Rats.¡± He frowned. ¡°However, what¡¯s more important is what we do next.¡± ¡°With the imminent threat from the Church, they should stop fighting each other and join forces against their common enemy.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not for us to decide.¡± Otto shook his head. ¡°The only thing we can do is to find a reliable ally for the Kingdom of Dawn. His Highness Timothy Wimbledon seems a little¡­ unreliable.¡± ¡°Are you really going to go to Western Region?¡± Belinda was shocked. ¡°Isn¡¯t that a place currently facing the dangers of the Months of the Demons?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing compared to the danger of our kingdom collapsing,¡± he said after some silence. ¡°You can stay here and wait for the new king¡¯s response, while I travel alone to Western Region.¡± Chapter 410 Chapter 410: Expectations Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The water vapor formed an even layer of white mist resembling thin gauze on the window pane. Chilly wind blew on the windows with a popping sound, which contrasted with the tranquil fireplace burning in the room. Scroll sat in front of a long desk in the City Hall Office, reading rolls of thick documents. Those documents were not about education but were statistics reported by various departments. She used her free time to memorize such information in case someone needed it. This was recently the main part of her work since there was not much to deal with in the Ministry of Education. After all, the second round of assessment ended not long ago, and another round wouldn¡¯t be carried out before next summer. Having worked for His Highness Roland for half a year, she found out His Highness was particularly interested in statistics¡ªhe liked it when his subordinates described things with a long series of precise numbers; he frequently used terms such as horizontal ratio, year-on-year ratio, and chain relative ratio. Subsequently, all the staff in the City Hall had picked up this habit from him. As the township population grew, the related statistical work increased correspondingly. Therefore, His Highness entrusted this work to Scroll and jokingly called her the ¡°database¡± of Border Town. Although the nickname made her sound like a warehouse, His Highness described it as something extremely important. With the help of a database, he said he could estimate the development of next year and make economic and military plans. He even said all his future decisions concerning the territory would be based on the data analysis. ¡°Lady Scroll.¡± A woman dressed as an apprentice pushed open the office door and entered the room. After bowing to Scroll, she handed her an application form. ¡°Hello, my name is Freya. His Excellency Carter from the Department of Justice wishes to acquire the information on refugees who passed the resident verification within the last week.¡± Due to her limited ability to derivative skills, His Highness ordered that anyone who wanted to inquire complex data must get consent from Barov first. As for individual data, one could ask Scroll at any time. ¡°Wait a minute!¡± Scroll glanced at the signature on the application form, summoned the Book of Magic, and showed the corresponding contents on its pages. ¡°Alright. Give this to Mr. Carter.¡± ¡°Thank¡­ thank you.¡± Freya carefully held the book that came out of thin air as if it was a demonic beast. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It won¡¯t hurt you.¡± Scroll could not help but laugh. Most people had such an expression when they saw the Book of Magic. ¡°You do not need to return the book to me because it will vanish four hours later. However, according to the Constitution of Confidentiality, you aren¡¯t allowed to give it to anybody other than Carter.¡± ¡°Yes ¡­My Lady.¡± Freya bowed and retreated. While she pushed open the door, Scroll saw a sea of people in the hall, and a chattering sound instantly rushed into her room, quieting down again when the door was closed. This was a weekend, which was supposed to be a rest day, but the City Hall was still as busy as on workdays. Everybody was excited about the upcoming construction of Border Town, so they worked particularly hard. With the salary reward for overtime offered by His Highness, no one was willing to stay at home. Scroll didn¡¯t understand His Highness¡¯s decisions. To her, there wasn¡¯t that much work to be done in the City Hall, and compared to the labors of miners and furnace workers, writing official documents, collecting data and making reports took much less effort ¨C yet these were the main jobs of the City Hall. His Highness only had to give orders, and everyone would easily comply. There was really no need to raise the salary in this regard. Compared to most of the nobilities, His Highness appeared to be too benevolent. Truthfully, Scroll didn¡¯t think His Highness Roland seemed like a real Lord. Yet, it was exactly such a person who led everybody to this stage, which was nearly a miracle. She didn¡¯t come to this conclusion due to her respect and trust for Roland, but due to clear data; compared with one year ago, when only miners had a stable income in Border Town; the wages of miners, furnace workers and handymen had doubled now, although they used to earn the least; some emerging occupations such as assemblers in the steam plant and operators in the acid plant had had their wages raised eightfold, and the number of workers was still on the rise. The changes within the town itself were so obvious that if a person hadn¡¯t lived here one year ago, he might find it very hard to believe that such changes were possible. Scroll touched the words on the document. She couldn¡¯t imagine how the territory would continue to transform under His Highness¡¯ leadership, but she firmly believed it would have a future full of hope and surprises. ¡°Miss Scroll.¡± The wooden door was pushed open, and His Highness Roland¡¯s guard stepped in. ¡°His Highness wants to see you.¡± ¡­ When she returned to the third floor of the castle, Scroll saw that His Highness was organizing pieces of the manuscript. ¡°Would you like me to record these things?¡± Tying her black hair up, which was messed up by the cold wind, she stepped up and asked the prince. ¡°That¡¯s right. It took at least half of my brain cells to finish this book.¡± The prince massaged his neck, murmuring words that were difficult for Scroll to comprehend. ¡°Even for the knowledge that was commonly used at the time, I could only remember them generally, and I even had to deduce several formulas myself.¡± Scroll had gotten used to this behavior. She ignored his weird terms, picked up the manuscript, realizing the letters on its cover were in an unprecedented orange color that formed the word ¡°calculus¡±. She flipped through a couple pages, and found it impossible to understand what the book title meant. She then focused on memorizing its contents¡ªcompared to the equations she had learned previously, she found these new formulas didn¡¯t even have numbers, but a series of bizarre symbols, like a whole set of new characters. They looked like things only Anna and Tilly would be interested in. ¡°Right,¡± Roland asked, ¡°what¡¯s the average income of the residents here?¡± ¡°The minimum was 10 silver royals per month, and the maximum was 40,¡± Scroll answered without stopping her memorizing of calculus, ¡°but to calculate the average income I would need the Book of Magic, which has been used once today.¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright. You can give me the statistical result the day after tomorrow.¡± Roland waved his hand. ¡°I need this number to determine the fee for water and heating supply. The collective heating supply project is about to begin in a week. On its completion, this place would be as warm as spring, even through the longest winter.¡± A city without fear for the cold. This is one of the miracles that could only happen in His Highness¡¯s territory. ¡°If I don¡¯t get extra work, I¡¯ll give you the result tomorrow.¡± ¡°Tomorrow ¡­It would be nice if you could turn the Book of Magic into a storybook.¡± Roland shook his head with a smile. ¡°Or any book that Anna hasn¡¯t read.¡± ¡°Storybook?¡± Scroll was slightly startled before quickly understanding his reasoning. ¡°Tomorrow is Miss Anna¡¯s ¡­¡± ¡°Day of Awakening,¡± the Prince nodded and said. Chapter 411 Chapter 411: The Vow Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ With no swaying candlelight or crackling burning fire, the room was made so warm and pleasant by the heater that one wouldn¡¯t feel cold even when only wearing thin clothes. The Stone of Light at the bed stand brightened the room¡ªthe stable and gentle yellow light shone on the bedsheet and carpet, producing a wonderful nostalgic scene. Sitting at the bedside and listening to the occasional slight chirps from the caliducts, Roland felt as if he was in a dream. It was like he wasn¡¯t in a backward monarchy nor a modern society full of electronic products, rather somewhere in between¡­ his childhood. His childhood memories very much resembled the scene in front of him¡ªeverything was covered in a faint shade of yellow, whether it was a light bulb, a movie, or a developed photo. The only difference was that Anna wasn¡¯t in his childhood memory. At this thought, he turned and looked at the girl sitting at the edge of the bed. She was reading a storybook. Her blonde hair on her forehead glimmering under light and her long eyelashes occasionally trembling, made her look extremely moving. Yet, the most extraordinary part was her sapphire eyes, which were still as blue as a clear lake even under the reflection of the Magic Stone. The only difference from one year ago was that this pair of eyes weren¡¯t such a peaceful lake anymore. Her existence alone made the whole picture vivid. Anna is not only a different color from the rest of this whole setting, but also a marker that separates my reality from memory. Seeing her assumes me that everything is real. ¡°What are you looking at?¡± Anna had already put down the Book of Magic and was staring at Roland. ¡°Me?¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ ¡± Roland shifted his eyesight eyes subconsciously, but quickly shifted them back again. ¡°Uh-huh¡­That¡¯s right.¡± After spending about a year together, the two of them had been quite familiar with each other. Roland wasn¡¯t as passive as he had been, and since they were alone in the room, he was more open about the emotions he had been holding back all this time. They looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time. ¡°Do you think my demand is a little too stubborn?¡± Anna shook her head and smiled. ¡°Clearly everybody cares about me, but I pushed all of them away.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it.¡± Roland said with his hands laid out, ¡°They were only surprised by your reaction at that time.¡± ¡°If it weren¡¯t for the ¡®ancient methods¡¯ suggested by Miss Agatha, I wouldn¡¯t have made this request,¡± Anna said, sticking out her tongue ¨C a cute move that she rarely made. ¡°But I assume other sisters would do the same. You¡¯ll be busy then.¡± Roland smiled resignedly and said, ¡°I think they would only ask for a few more pieces of ice cream bread.¡± After learning that Anna was going to have her Day of Awakening, Agatha instantly contributed her experience gained in the Holy City of Taquila¡ªaccording to the research of the Union, on the Day of Awakening or the Day of Adulthood, a witch needed to drain her magic power to decrease the influence of bite. Additionally, the witch¡¯s emotions were also very important ¨C positive emotions as happiness and contentment would greatly increase her resistance. For some outstanding witches, the Union even dispatched personnel to fulfill their wishes on their Day of Adulthood. After knowing this, Anna requested that Roland accompany her on her Day of Awakening. ¡°Thanks to Miss Agatha, I¡¯m having a good time.¡± She confessed. ¡°I couldn¡¯t spend my Day of Adulthood with you, but I can make up for it on my Day of Awakening.¡± Watching Anna¡¯s sincere expression, Roland almost blushed. He cleared his throat, took out a thin book tied with a colorful ribbon from his back, and handed it to her. ¡°A gift for your Day of Awakening.¡± The reason why he rushed to write down the advanced calculus knowledge that he remembered was to finish it before this day. To a witch, the Day of Awakening was more important than a birthday and could almost be seen as a rebirth. Roland had always had difficulty choosing presents for holidays, and this time was no different. After racking his brains, he decided to give Anna new knowledge as a present¡ªAnna had a talent for learning and an appetite for new knowledge, so he chose her gift accordingly. However, after receiving the book with orange cover, she didn¡¯t open it instantly as she used to. Instead, she put it down together with the Book of Magic. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°The storybook¡­ Have you finished reading it?¡± ¡°Not yet.¡± Anna slightly shook her head. ¡°But I want to hear something special.¡± ¡°Special?¡± Roland was slightly astonished. ¡°Yes.¡± She said with a smile, ¡°Your story¡ªlast time I fell asleep too soon while listening to it and today I hope to continue hearing about it.¡± ¡°Does she mean the day when we lay in bed together?¡± Roland pursed his lips. He suddenly had an impulse to tell her about his true identity, and to not hide it anymore. ¡°Do you still remember that I once told you I used to live in a big city? By a big city, I didn¡¯t mean Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Anna¡¯s reply was shocking to him. ¡°When I thought about it, I found those stories you told me couldn¡¯t have happened in the palace of King¡¯s City,¡± she said with a smile. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, I have repeatedly read through Chronicles of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland hesitated for a moment. ¡°I actually ¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to say anything.¡± Anna stopped him. ¡°You are hesitating, which means it¡¯s not easy to tell, right? Then don¡¯t. Besides, it¡¯s not hard to guess. I believe I¡¯m not the only one who has this feeling. The closer we get to you, the easier to feel this way¡ªyou are different from everybody else.¡± She paused. ¡°What if¡­ we take a bet.¡± ¡°Bet¡­ on what?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s bet how much I can guess about your life story.¡± Roland suddenly recalled a game he used to play when he was little: time capsule. ¡°The game works like this: write down your words to the future on a note, put it into a can, and take the can out a certain number of years later¡­ Although most of the cans would be missing, a few of them would be retrieved, and looking at the note you wrote years ago would give you an unspeakable sensation.¡± He didn¡¯t ask about the wager. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter who wins and who loses, since she probably proposed it to comfort me, rather than to figure out my true identity.¡± He must admit, among all the witches, Anna was the one who understood him the best. ¡°Deal.¡± He nodded. ¡°Where did we stop last time?¡± ¡°I finished my study under the guidance of my mentor ¡­¡± Roland laughed. ¡°Let¡¯s start from here.¡± When the light of dawn lit up the skyline, Anna peacefully passed through the first Day of Awakening since her adulthood. Chapter 412 Chapter 412: Sneaking into the Fallen Dragon Ridge Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The entire world was gloomy, from the sky to the land and sea. Although the south central area of the Kingdom of Graycastle wasn¡¯t covered by endless snow, the impact of the Months of Demons was inevitable¡ªthe sun was hidden by an expanse of gray clouds which filled the whole sky. A pale fog rose from the earth, shrouding the land, rocks, and jungles. All that was revealed was the black and gray mountain peaks above the clouds, which stretched towards the southern end of the continent, and acted as the visual guide for Nightingale and her companions. While flying in the sky on Maggie¡¯s back, Nightingale intensely experienced just how terrible the cold wind was in the open air. Even with a set of customized windproof clothes on, which were given to her by His Highness before they left, she could still feel the cold penetrating her body from her scarf and cuffs. In particular, her ears and fingers would soon get numb due to hypothermia. They often had to stop and rest for a while, making the normally half-day journey eventually extend to the next day¡ªeven flying at full speed. ¡°Here we are.¡± Lightning approached her. Nightingale peered out and realized the ridge had become much lower, as if it was sinking into the ground. A city built on the hillside emerged faintly from the fog, which should be their exact target¡ªFallen Dragon Ridge. ¡°Let¡¯s land.¡± She patted Maggie¡¯s back. ¡°Be careful and don¡¯t let anyone see us.¡± ¡°Awh!¡± Maggie nodded, folding her wings as she glided down. The Mist soon enveloped the three of them as they landed. Nightingale found that the visibility around them was so low that she couldn¡¯t see clearly what was only 50 steps in front of them, let alone over a great distance. This was a good sign for the witches¡ªat least they wouldn¡¯t be easily noticed. After entering into the Mist, the true colors of the world would be revealed, but she wasn¡¯t worried about running into the church¡¯s Judgement Army due to the thick white fog. ¡°You just wait here, this shouldn¡¯t take long,¡± said Nightingale. ¡°His Highness asked me to keep a lookout from the air.¡± Lightning shook her head. ¡°And he asked me to be the emergency contact in case you kidnapped the target. Coo!¡± Maggie transformed into a fat pigeon, crouching on the top of the little girl¡¯s head. ¡°His Highness gave some meaningless commands,¡± Nightingale thought. ¡°In that case, let¡¯s go.¡± Suddenly, the world became black and white¡ªthe fog disappeared, or transformed into something else, which no longer hindered her vision. All of a sudden, the view became clear. The dark city wall was 200 meters away, extending out of the mountain side, and linked the city and the mountain like a dome. The stone wall was much shorter compared to the outer wall of Longsong Stronghold, and there were no sentry guards on it. Nightingale went to the side of the wall and found the entrance through the curved lines. She stepped forward and realized that she was already on the other side of the city wall. The city was half the size of Stronghold, and it was more like a small town in this area just outside of the mountain cliffs. But Fallen Dragon Ridge was located within the rocky mountains, and the Lord¡¯s castle built on the hillside could be seen from far away. Nightingale assured that Lightning and Maggie were following her into the city, and then she went straight towards the castle. This mission wasn¡¯t new to her and she was very proficient at it. When she served old Gilen, it was a common assignment to infiltrate into other nobles¡¯ mansions and castles. Most of the buildings were similar in structure, and the owners always liked to live in the most spacious house right in the center. Back then, she was unable to go in through walls freely and could only conceal herself¡ªwhile carefully avoiding any possible traps and the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation¡ªbefore stealing the letters and documents hidden in the cabinet. Now with the help of the Mist, she could easily do these things, since the lightless black hole presented by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, embedded at the corner of castle¡¯s aisle, seemed as attractive as the moon hanging in the dark sky. The hidden traps could be seen clearly, as their twisted contours were like creeping earthworms, and she could easily destroy them after passing through the walls. While under the influence of her ability, Nightingale was perfectly free to move¡ªthe walls, doors, and roofs were just inconsequential to her. Walking into the largest house at the top, she found her target. Although they had never met before, Nightingale identified Marquess Spear Passi, the Lord of Fallen Dragon Ridge, at first sight because a magic blue light was rotating in her body, which was the only color visible in the world of the Mist. Sitting in front of a desk with a quill in her hand waving back and forth, the Marquess seemed to be writing something. She was about 30 years old with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and the silver curls of hair and plain robes she wore made her look older. Nightingale examined the room carefully and found that there was no God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation or trap, and that Parcy¡¯s only weapon was a delicate and luxurious short crossbow hidden inside her sleeve. After leaving a mark on the side of the window, she dissolved the Mist and revealed herself. ¡°Greetings, Marquess Spear Passi.¡± Shocked by the unexpected voice, Spear Passi raised her head swiftly and saw Nightingale. She quickly calmed down and asked, ¡°Who are you?¡± Nightingale remembered the scenario of her first meeting with Prince RolandÒ»his first reaction was to try to escape and she had to stop him by using a dagger, which in hindsight was really funny. ¡°I¡¯m Nightingale and I¡¯m from Border Town of the Western Region. As you can see, I¡¯m a witch.¡± ¡°I thought so, as no one can come here without an invitation, except a witch.¡± Spear Passi pretended to be calm, as she moved one of her hand slowly into her sleeve. ¡°You should knock on the door before coming in.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯d be welcomed by your guard, not you.¡± Nightingale laughed softly. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I don¡¯t intend to hurt you. I just want to have a talk¡ªso you won¡¯t need that crossbow inside your sleeve.¡± This surprised Spear Passi and her face got more serious. ¡°You know quite a lot.¡± She took her hands out and crossed them in front of her chest. ¡°Well, why are you here?¡± ¡°I bring you a message from Lord of Border town, Guardian of the Western Region, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, His Highness Roland Wimbledon.¡± Nightingale bowed slightly. ¡°He¡¯s creating a new order of the world that allows witches to live together with average people peacefully, and he hopes you can assist him.¡± ¡°Prince¡­ Roland?¡± Marquess frowned. ¡°The incompetent nobility who was always laughed at by everyone?¡± With an absurd look on her face, she said, ¡°This is ridiculous, Lord of Border Town? He¡¯s just a rebel banished to a waste land!¡± ¡°Timothy was the real usurper,¡± Nightingale said, ¡°and Prince Roland will soon dethrone him. But that¡¯s beside the point¡­ His Highness needs your magic power to strengthen the ability of a witch. Would you mind making a trip to Border Town?¡± Chapter 413 Chapter 413: The Incident Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Spear Passi was silent for a while before saying, ¡°Are you threatening or inviting me?¡± ¡°I¡¯m inviting you, of course,¡± Nightingale said. ¡°His Highness doesn¡¯t believe in coercing witches. In fact, I don¡¯t either.¡± ¡°In this case, I refuse,¡± Spear answered without hesitation. ¡°If he really needs my help, he can bring the witches to the Fallen Dragon Ridge to visit me for the ritual of the nobility. No need to send someone sneaking in my castle. Of course, if a witch attracts the church¡¯s attention I can¡¯t ensure her safety.¡± The answer was just as Nightingale had expected. It was difficult to get a stranger to agree to such a difficult request. Generally, there were two means of handling the situation¡ªcoercion and inducement, but she didn¡¯t want to perform either option. Marquess Passi was the Lord of the city and would be the guardian of the realm once promoted. However, His Highness did not plan to flatter her in any way. Instead, he would withdraw power from the nobles. According to His highness, this was called the centralization of authority. In this instance, she would be degrading herself in the eyes of nobility if she was at His Highness¡¯ service. In regards to following Roland, to create a brand new world and defend in the Battle of Divine Will, she would not believe it from word alone. ¡°I understand.¡± Nightingale pouted. ¡°In this case, I shall leave.¡± ¡°Hold on¡­¡± Spear looked surprised. ¡°That¡¯s all?¡± ¡°I¡¯m responsible for bringing His Highness¡¯ messages to you. Now that the message has been delivered and you¡¯ve given me your answer, my task is complete.¡± She grinned. ¡°Were you expecting me to tie you up and bring you back with me?¡± ¡°How did you know about my ability to channel magic?¡± Marquess hesitated. ¡°Did you talk to the witches who planned to go to the Fjord Islands?¡± ¡°Yes. The leader of the witches is Lady Tilly Wimbledon. She¡¯s currently in Border Town, fighting the Demons with her brother.¡± Nightingale shrugged. ¡°His Highness heard about you from her.¡± ¡°They didn¡¯t go to the Fjords?¡± ¡°No, they didn¡¯t know His Highness had gained such a firm foothold in the Western Region. They only got in touch after settling down on Sleeping Island.¡± She gave a brief outline of the alliances on both sides. ¡°Just like you, Lady Tilly was invited to the Western Region by His Highness.¡± ¡°Prince Roland really established a system of coexistence for witches and ordinary people in his territory?¡± Spear frowned and asked. She was having a hard time believing it. ¡°Not only that, he also evicted the church from his territory.¡± Nightingale smiled. ¡°Currently there are more than 10 witches living in Border Town. The locals are accustomed to their existence. I¡¯m not lying about this.¡± Marquis stood up and poured her a cup of tea. ¡°Can you tell me more about it? How did he do it?¡± ¡°If you want to know.¡± Nightingale turned and sat at the table. It might not change her decision but it was never a bad thing to deepen her understanding. Nightingale decided to tell her about the Witch Union His Highness had built, the war with Duke Ryan and the political run after the recovery of Longsong Stronghold. If Spear could understand the witches¡¯ situation, hopefully she would not resist too much when His Highness eventually unified the Kingdom of Graycastle. A sudden rush of percussion was heard. ¡°This is¡­¡± Spear looked at Nightingale in shock. Nightingale opened the window. It was Maggie squatting outside. ¡°Danger, coo! Lightning discovered an accident, coo!¡± ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°A troop of Judgement Army soldiers is rushing towards the castle, coo!¡± The pigeon patted its wings and said, ¡°There are at least 20 people, coo!¡± ¡°The Judgement Army from the church?¡± Nightingale turned around and frowned. ¡°Did you summon them?¡± ¡°No¡­ I didn¡¯t have an appointment with the church Priest today,¡± Marquis looked particularly puzzled, ¡°could it be your whereabouts have been exposed?¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible.¡± She shook her head. ¡°Unless the church has the ability to monitor every bird in the sky.¡± ¡°That¡¯s weird¡­¡± Spear murmured, ¡°if they were coming for me, they wouldn¡¯t need so many Judgement Warriors. It¡¯s almost the entire force!¡± ¡°What are you waiting for? They¡¯re almost at the entrance!¡± A golden figure darted through the window and landed lightly beside Nightingale. It was Lightning. ¡°I¡¯m not sure about the situation, I suggest that you avoid it,¡± Nightingale said, ¡°or get the guards to stop them outside the castle and find out why they¡¯re here before proceeding.¡± ¡°This is my castle. Where would I hide? Don¡¯t worry, these people can¡¯t enter without my permission. Otherwise, I would not have been able to protect the witches.¡± Spear sighed. ¡°However, this meeting may have to end here¡­ If you¡¯re not in a rush, I think¡­¡± Before she could finish her sentence, a series of chaotic footsteps were heard just below the castle. The sound of swords fighting could be heard clearly in the castle, echoing in the mountains. Marquis expression changed. ¡°Who let them in?! Guards!¡± Spear called a few names but no one responded from outside. The footsteps were approaching closer and closer. ¡°It looks like they¡¯re here for you.¡± Nightingale made a gesture towards Lightning, indicating she should leave first, ¡°You still have time to leave, we can protect you.¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not going anywhere! This is my territory; how could they be so presumptuous¡­ ¡± She hardly finished speaking when the door was broken down by a group of heavily armed Judgement Warriors. The Lord was fully surrounded by warriors holding up their swords and shields. Nightingale hid in the Mist, taking a step back into the corner where it was both convenient to escape and suitable for observation. She noticed that neither Lightning nor Maggie left. The former was peeking her head out from the top of a window, the latter was simply squatting on a beam, arranging her wings. ¡°These two brats are totally reckless. I¡¯ll get His Highness to discipline them well when we¡¯re back¡­¡± She shook her head helplessly and shifted her eyes to the Judgement Warriors. Every one of them was wearing the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. The dark holes were intertwined and totally obscured Spear. She could only hear the Marquess¡¯ angry rebuke. ¡°Redwyne, are you crazy? You let them into my castle without permission?¡± ¡°Of course not, wise sister.¡± A man¡¯s voice raised within the crowd. ¡°Father was wrong to give the title to one of the Devil¡¯s minions. I¡¯m simply correcting his mistake.¡± Chapter 414 Chapter 414: The Conspiracy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What¡­ What are you talking about?¡± Spear asked in disbelief. ¡°The devil¡¯s minion? This is a complete fabrication!¡± ¡°Fabrication or not, His Reverence will draw his own conclusion,¡± Redwyne raised his voice and said. ¡°Just because you managed to deceive Father, it doesn¡¯t mean that you can deceive everyone else! Soon, people will know who you really are. You belong in hell!¡± ¡°Did you make all these up?¡± Spear¡¯s tone suddenly became icy cold. ¡°Or someone else put you up to it? I think the latter is true. After all, father chose me because you and our third brother were completely useless.¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± Nightingale heard a rattle and the Marquess groaned in pain. ¡°Enough, bring her to the church for questioning,¡± someone said, ¡°but she¡¯s still a member of the nobility before her verdict, so maintain your etiquette.¡± As Spear Passi was carted away, the Judgement Warriors followed right behind her, and soon there were only two people left in the room. Nightingale couldn¡¯t see their faces clearly because of the effects of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, but she could tell that one of the voices belonged to Redwyne, the man who spoke to the Lord. If she was not mistaken, this person seemed to be Spear¡¯s younger brother. ¡°You¡¯re doing really well, Mr. Redwyne; perhaps, I shall address you as Earl going forward.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s it, Mr. Rosad?¡± Redwyne could not hide his excitement. ¡°I really can inherit the title of Earl and become the Lord of the Fallen Dragon Ridge?¡± ¡°Of course. As long as you abide by our agreement, you may even go further,¡± came the reply. ¡°So, what should I do next?¡± he asked eagerly. ¡°Can I move into my sister¡¯s room? She won¡¯t leave her cell, right?¡± ¡°Spear Passi will soon be hanged to death as a witch in the square as per the terms of our cooperation.¡± The other man hesitated for a moment, and continued, ¡°As for what to do next, I suggest you relay this incident to all her ministers, knights and men and divide the rights of the Marquess.¡± ¡°Do¡­ do I really have to do that?¡± ¡°If everyone can benefit from the incident, your position will be much more secure, which will help our future plans to proceed smoothly,¡± Rosad said. ¡°If you¡¯re still confused, I can always assign a priest to you. He¡¯s very good at handling government affairs and can always advise you on any questions you may have.¡± ¡°Yes, please,¡± Redwyne replied quickly. ¡°It¡¯ll be very helpful for us if you can hold the Lord¡¯s position, so the church is happy to help with these issues.¡± His peals of laughter filled the room. After the men left, Nightingale emerged from the Mist, followed by Lightning and Maggie. ¡°We¡¯re in trouble.¡± She stared at both of them and said, ¡°How could the church show up at precisely the right time and place?¡± ¡°I thought they said her brother found her true identity and revealed it to the church,¡± Lightning said, her eyes flashing with excitement. ¡°Now we have something to do.¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t they find it out earlier? Why right now? I feel like something¡¯s wrong.¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°No matter what, we are not going to watch them execute Spear.¡± Lightning held her head up high and said, ¡°We must save her and annihilate the church!¡± ¡°Annihilate it, coo!¡± ¡°The confidence of this blonde girl has inflated since defeating the demons. This is not a good sign.¡± Nightingale shook her head and responded, ¡°We can¡¯t defeat the church for the time being. They must have participated in this conspiracy, so if we removed these people, Spear would naturally return to her position as Lord. This might be an opportunity for us. If we sneak her out, she¡¯ll probably agree to go back to Border Town with us under these circumstances.¡± ¡°Awww, we¡¯re not fighting the church?¡± Lightning asked, disappointment in her voice. ¡°Battling will be the very last resort since they outnumber us and have a large amount of the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. It¡¯s pretty risky to try routing them all at once.¡± Nightingale contemplated for a moment and said, ¡°I¡¯ll go to the church first and find out what¡¯s going on.¡± There was one concern that she didn¡¯t mention. Spear Passi might be thinking that His Highness was the one framing her if the situation wasn¡¯t explained clearly. That, Nightingale knew, should be avoided at all costs. ¡°What about us?¡± the little girl asked. ¡°Just be ready to meet me outside.¡± ¡­ The church of the Fallen Dragon Ridge was located on the outskirts of the city. It was small and had a prayer hall, a residential area for the believers, and a three-story tower surrounded by a wall with only one exit. None of these obstacles posed a problem for Nightingale. She had familiarized herself with the entire area by the time all of the faithful had departed in the evening. Although there were many more God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation here than in the castle, Nightingale still managed to find her way. There was a huge God¡¯s Stone placed right in the middle of the hall to stifle any magic in the room, and the same was true for some corridors. However, she could always take a detour or even hop over the floor. Nightingale found the place where Spear Passi was imprisoned in the basement of the tower. She didn¡¯t seem too hurt, just a little frustrated. She intended to rescue the Marquess during the middle of the night. Nightingale snuck back into the tower after sharing her plan with Lightning and Maggie. She ascended to the top floor and hid in a magnificent room. ¡°This,¡± she thought, ¡°would be the Priest¡¯s room. He would probably spill the beans if he found me here with a dagger.¡± When the bell of the Fallen Dragon Ridge struck nine, swung open. She drew out her dagger stealthily but didn¡¯t attack. She judged from the footsteps that there were two people. ¡°What an unexpected joy!¡± said a woman¡¯s voice. ¡°Little did we know that Marquess Spear is actually a witch. It seems that we need to tweak our plan.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Lady Saint,¡± Rosad answered with a very respectful tone, ¡°isn¡¯t it more convincing if she¡¯s a witch?¡± ¡°It¡¯s different from before, because according to the will of the Supreme Pontiff, any new witch who comes to realization shall be handed over to be executed in the Holy City as soon as possible,¡± The woman said. ¡°As for the execution, let¡¯s not hang her, but burn a masked death-row criminal with a similar build.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Rosad answered. ¡°But why did His Holiness set such a troublesome rule of delivering a witch to Hermes?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve no idea, but according to my superiors, it¡¯s simply returning to tradition,¡± she replied. ¡°Returning to¡­ tradition?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to know too much. Just fix the matter at hand hand.¡± The Saint said brusquely. ¡°I¡¯ll have to head towards the Redwater City once everything is done here.¡± ¡°Understood,¡± Rosad answered crisply. ¡°Who is she exactly? How come even the Priest is so respectful towards her? It seems they didn¡¯t know that Spear Passi was a witch before they captured her. Could it just be all a conspiracy to seize the throne of the Fallen Dragon Ridge?¡± Nightingale couldn¡¯t help but come out from her hiding place and looked at the lady while hidden in the Mist, only to find that she was not wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. The magic power inside of the Saint was as bright as a fluorescent light in her world of black and white. ¡°She¡¯s a witch!¡± ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± She responded in an instant, and a dazzling silver light shot towards Nightingale! Chapter 415 Chapter 415: The Fight Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Nightingale¡¯s years of fighting experience kicked into gear, and her body immediately responded before she could even think. She leaned back instinctively, and the silver light grazed her cheek. Even in the Mist, she could feel the immense power of the light¡ªextraordinarily scorching and intense. After dodging the sudden attack, Nightingale tucked into a roll and distanced herself from her opponent. ¡°What¡­ what¡¯s happening, Lady Saint?¡± Rosad asked frantically. ¡°It seems like a rat has snuck in.¡± The witch licked her lips. ¡°Find somewhere to hide and protect yourself.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ there¡¯s a witch here?!¡± The priest¡¯s expression suddenly changed. ¡°I¡¯ll summon the Judgement Warriors!¡± ¡°No need. I haven¡¯t hunted a witch for a long time. How could I let someone else have this priceless opportunity? Just stand by and watch me.¡± Nightingale was observing the so-called Saint during the conversation. Although she knew that the church was probably secretly raising their own witches, it still broke her heart to see the proof of this theory. This witch had entirely owned by the church, she may even have a high rank, and it sounded like she enjoyed hunting witches and did not see herself as one of them. Nightingale could not help but remember the determined eyes of the witch who attacked them at the harbor outside the King¡¯s City and stabbed Wendy. These people were no longer witches since they had chosen a completely different path. With this thought in her mind, Nightingale did not hesitate to pull out her revolver¡ªalthough she hated this kind of battle, she had no choice but to kill to stop the killing. ¡°Where do you come from?¡± The Saint tilted her head and stared towards where Nightingale was standing. ¡°If the priest can¡¯t see you, you have the power to conceal yourself; if you can dodge my attacks, you have been trained for battle or you have fought in many wars. Either way, it¡¯s quite rare for wild witches like you.¡± ¡°Wherever I come from is none of your business,¡± Nightingale said coldly. She noticed the ribbon that blindfolded the opponent, and it was what a blind person would do. The ¡°silver whip¡± in the Saint¡¯s hand was still curled by her side with its tip raised like a snake, waving at her. Only magic power displayed color in the Mist. Was she using this strange whip to locate her? ¡°Maybe you are not aware, but the church has crowned a new Pope who is compassionate, forgiving, and believes that even wild witches deserve to be saved. As long as you are willing to serve the Lord, the church can cleanse your sins off and accept you as a Pure Witch,¡± the Saint said with her hand on her chest. ¡°This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. If you didn¡¯t come alone and are accompanied by other fallen witches, you can all go to the Holy City of Hermes together to seek your rebirth.¡± ¡°Wow, that sounds great.¡± Nightingale chuckled. ¡°But if awakening as a witch is a sin, and you had a way of cleansing it, why would you establish this law now instead of helping all my lost sisters from the beginning? Do you think I¡¯m a toddler who has never heard a blatant lie before?¡± She inhaled deeply and narrated. ¡°I have not sinned!¡± As she said this, Nightingale broke out of the Mist and pulled the trigger, and the barrel erupted in flames with a thunderous roar. The ¡°silver whip¡± immediately flicked upwards and blocked it off the Saint, spewing sparks everywhere. Then, the tip of the whip relaxed and tossed a twisted metal nugget onto the ground which was the bullet that Nightingale just shot. This thing could block a flintlock! ¡°Oh?¡± Her opponent raised her eyebrow. ¡°What kind of weapon is this?¡± Her voice cooled down suddenly. ¡°I¡¯ve changed my mind. It looks like you¡¯ll be dying here tonight.¡± The silver light lunged towards Nightingale once again, this time it was divided into dozens of whips that completely surrounded her. Nightingale used her Mist to swiftly back away. Unlike common objects, the whips containing magic power were immune to the Mist, so she couldn¡¯t pass through them and could only try to avoid them. However, her enemy¡¯s range of attack was far too big, and the silver light struck by her side. She felt a slight numbness on her shin and she lost her balance, crashing onto the ground. The magic whips pierced into the ground behind her and pulverized the stone floor into dust. If she had been hit directly, she would have immediately lost her fighting power. Nightingale ignored the wound on her shin and shot all the bullets in her gun at once from the ground. The silver whips recoiled and turned into a spinning band of light, blocking all the bullets. She knew she had no time to reload her bullets in the Mist and that once she wasn¡¯t able to hold off her enemy with her flintlock, she would be in huge trouble¡ªit was too cramped to distance herself from her enemy, and not being able to dodge any attacks would only shrink her range of movement. She pulled out another gun in a panic, shot all the bullets randomly and ducked into the Mist, and fell two stories down through the floor. ******************* ¡°She escaped!¡± The Saint screamed. ¡°Summon the Judgement Army to lock down the church, and send guards to the Marquess¡¯ cell as well since the witch might be here to see her!¡± ¡°Escaped?¡± Rosad glanced around him, not seeing any damage in the doors nor secret exits. ¡°Through what?¡± ¡°The walls, the ceiling, or the floorboards¡ªher powers go way beyond invisibility. There isn¡¯t any magic power left in the room!¡± The Pure Witch gnashed her teeth and said, ¡°Do exactly what I told you to, She¡¯s injured and won¡¯t make it too far. Tell all your men to put on the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation bolts!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± After the priest left hurriedly, the Pure Witch immediately collapsed helplessly to the floor, her hands trembling powerlessly. Damn, what kind of weapon is this? Her abilities were all-powerful, and her defense power, the magic light that could block any attack, was seen as the strongest among Pure Witches¡ªno sword or bolt could ever penetrate it. In order to strengthen her powers, she was constantly using her magic light. After more than ten years, she was able to carry such an immense amount of magic power that hundreds of arrows were futile, and she had never exhausted her magic power due to blocking anything. However, her opponent¡¯s attack drained her magic power instantly, and she was no longer able to even maintain her abilities. She felt an extreme fatigue that she hadn¡¯t experienced in years. ¡°I must get my hands on this Fallen Witch, dead or alive,¡± she thought vengefully. Chapter 416 Chapter 416: Retreat Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Nightingale followed the path she had scouted out before, passed through three rooves, and landed straight in the dungeon that the Marquess was held. Spear Passi heard the sound and stared up with wide eyes. ¡°How¡­ did you get in?¡± Nightingale raised a finger to her lips as a sign for silence and limped out of the steel door. Judging from their clothing, the two guards in the pathway were probably followers of the church. She used the Mist to instantly move behind the two men and slit their throats with a dagger¡ªthey would never have expected an attack from within the dungeon, so they didn¡¯t even turn their heads as they lay dying. After returning to the dungeon, Nightingale finally had a chance to examine her wound. The wind-resistant pants that Soraya made for her were cut open, and blood was gushing from a wound on her shin that was half an inch deep. Her enemy¡¯s magic whip must have scraped through the pants and cut through her flesh, but thankfully it had not damaged any bones. If not for the sturdy coating on her pants, she would have been injured even more seriously. ¡°You¡¯re hurt,¡± Spear said with a frown. ¡°It¡¯s not too bad. We have to leave before you turn into a corpse.¡± Nightingale did not tell the Marquess about the Saint¡¯s plans of taking her to Hermes, for it seemed just as bad as dying, or even worse. ¡°They had no idea that you were a witch before they captured you, so it must be the church¡¯s conspiracy to gain control of Fallen Dragon Ridge.¡± ¡°How about my brother¡­¡± ¡°He¡¯s probably already become the church¡¯s puppet. There¡¯s no time to waste, so I¡¯ll explain to you on the road.¡± Nightingale tightly tied a sash right above the wound. ¡°Where is the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution?¡± The Marquess pointed at her neck. ¡°At first, they only tied my legs with a chain, but then they replaced it with this.¡± Nightingale¡¯s heart immediately sunk upon seeing the metal ring as thick as her thumb¡ªthis kind of God¡¯s Locket of Retribution was made by stuffing magic stones into a metal tube and sealing it with a special technique, making it practically impossible for someone to undo it. ¡°Do you remember where the locking device is?¡± ¡°It¡¯s inside the dungeon near the entrance, where they brought me to be locked.¡± It was obvious that after discovering the Marquess¡¯ real identity, the Saint decided to use the strongest restrictions that could almost trap any witch except an Extraordinary. She would have to remove this contraption in order to take Spear into her Mist and escape. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the first dungeon,¡± Nightingale said decidedly. ¡°Come with me.¡± She fought against the stabbing pain in her shin, returned to the fallen guards, took their keys, and opened the cell door. Suddenly, the tolls of ringing bells broke the silence and echoed throughout the tower, which made her heart race. ¡°That¡¯s the church¡¯s alarm,¡± Spear said with a panicked expression. ¡°I knew they would come eventually,¡± Nightingale whispered. ¡°Our only chance of surviving is to move faster than our enemy.¡± The alarm might have actually helped her because all the men in the basement would swarm towards the only entrance at once, making it easy for her to eliminate them together. She descended on them with her Mist and aimed her gun at these men. After her bullets pierced her first target, they immediately struck her second, splattering blood everywhere. The God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation that they wore served as clear targets in her black-and-white vision, while her invisibility rendered the men clueless about where to attack. After two rounds of shooting, there was not a single living guard left in the dungeon. However, she knew that these were the lowest-rank followers and that an armed Judgement Army was headed their way soon. If she couldn¡¯t take off the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation before their arrival, it would be very difficult to escape. ¡°Come here!¡± She quickly spotted the locking device¡ªa metal instrument resting against the wall with two rusty clamps stretching outwards, resembling a terrifying torture device. Spear pressed her neck against the clamps, and Nightingale fastened the device onto her and furiously turned its handle. With the help of the pulleys, the clamps pulled in opposite directions and created an opening in the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution. At the same time, the sound of the Judgement Army¡¯s armor rattled near the cell door. ¡°That¡¯s them right there!¡± Someone yelled. ¡°Take aim¡ªshoot!¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± Nightingale brought Spear into the Mist, but small black holes shot towards her and tore her Mist apart. There were God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation on the bolts! Nightingale felt a cold sweat break on her forehead as she and the Marquess became completely visible to the Judgement Warriors¡ªit was clear to see that these men were trained very differently from regular followers. They shot their first round of bolts all throughout the passageway to close off their exit, and only half of the men participated in the first attack. Meanwhile, the other half waited for the witches to expose themselves. After spotting their target, the second wave of arrows flew towards them. Nightingale heard the buzzing of arrows behind her and pulled the Marquess in front of her body, yelling. ¡°Duck!¡± A searing pain spread like fire through her back as she was hit by countless arrows, but she didn¡¯t stop running. As they rounded a corner, Nightingale tasted blood in her mouth, probably from biting her lip in pain before. ¡°Are you OK?¡± ¡°I¡¯m¡­ I¡¯m fine,¡± the Marquess said blankly. ¡°Did, did you just block the bolts for me?¡± ¡°If you were shot, you would be gone for, but I might make it.¡± Nightingale reached behind her and found that none of the arrows had pierced through Soraya¡¯s windbreaker¡ªalthough her back hurt like it was on fire, there were only bruises, and no stone powder had entered her body. The Judgement Warriors hurried towards them. They probably did not expect the two witches to survive the second wave of bolts without a shield, so they were a considerable distance away. After escaping the binds of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, Nightingale grabbed Spear and entered her Mist. She rushed upwards through the floorboards and soil to the outside of the tower, took a bamboo tube from her bag, and pulled the string on its end. A blinding red light shot out of the tube into the sky and exploded into a shower of sparks that looked like stars dotting the sky. When His Highness gave this to her, he kept boasting about how one flare would summon a thousand troops to her aid. Right now, she didn¡¯t need a thousand troops and only prayed that Maggie could see her signal. Soon, a giant shadow descended from the sky as Maggie landed next to the tower, her large body crushing its walls and her wings fanning away the fog around them. ¡°What¡­ what is that?¡± Spear Passi stared in awe. ¡°That¡¯s my friend.¡± Nightingale had Lightning fastened the Marquess onto Maggie, used the last of her strength to crawl onto her back, patted her body, and said, ¡°Let¡¯s fly.¡± ¡°Aooooo¡­ aoooo¡­ ¡± Maggie roared at the incoming Judgement Warriors, flapped her wings, took off, and disappeared into the night with the two witches. Chapter 417 Chapter 417: Strike back Translator: TransN Editor: TransN On the Fallen Dragon Ridge, Lightning expertly set up a tent big enough for four beyond the wind¡¯s reach. Nightingale sat by the fire to warm herself. She rolled up the cuffs of her pants and found her calves stained with blood. The places hit by the Saint were swollen. She had not felt it at the time with adrenaline coursing through her, but now, as she relaxed, she struggled to lift her legs. If Maggie had not come to her rescue, she probably would not have been able to run any further with carrying the Marquess. It was extremely dangerous to move in the Mist in her current condition. The changing lines inside of it were staircases lined with sharp blades waiting to cut her to pieces if given the opportunity. ¡°Let me help you, coo.¡± Maggie took first aid supplies from a big backpack. Besides cotton and a small bottle of rubbing alcohol, she found an herbal remedy prepared by Leaf, the medicinal mainstay of the Witch Cooperation Association. Try as she might, Nightingale could not stifle her gasp with accompanying grimace when the pungent alcohol was poured over her wounds. If His Highness hadn¡¯t mentioned that it could kill the bacteria that caused the demonic plague, she would think this was some type of torture. To Nightingale¡¯s great relief, the scorching burn was relieved quickly by the herbal preparation. As soon as her wounds were bandaged, she felt much more comfortable. ¡°Your back¡­ ¡± the Marquess said in a low voice, ¡°Is it alright?¡± ¡°What¡¯s about her back?¡± Lightning crawled into the tent with a bundle of firewood. ¡°To save me¡­ she was shot by their bolts,¡± Spear said forlornly. ¡°No big deal. It¡¯s like taking a couple of punches.¡± Nightingale twitched her mouth. ¡°It¡¯s not a problem as long as I don¡¯t sleep on my back tonight.¡± ¡°It¡¯s better to apply some herbal medicine on it,¡± Lightning said while fiddling the branches in the fire pit with the sparks flying. ¡°Leaf¡¯s medicine, not only can stop the bleeding, but also is very effective for bruises.¡± ¡°Lay down on me, coo.¡± Maggie sat down and patted her lap. ¡°Let me apply the medicine to your back, coo.¡± Seeing the serious look in the white-haired girl¡¯s eyes, Nightingale could not disobey and acquiesced without argument. ¡°Alright.¡± She took off her clothes with her hands covering her chest and reclined in Maggie¡¯s lap. The Marquess let out a muffled gasp. She knew without looking that her smooth back was now mottled with darkening red bruises. ¡°But it just looks scary. Since witches have strong self-healing capacity, these wounds will heal after two or three days,¡± she thought, shrugging it off the best she could. During this tender evaluation and treatment, Nightingale coughed twice and said, ¡°Marquess, do you have any plans for the future? Your brother Redwyne, deluded by the church, has betrayed you. Actually, before that military coup, neither he nor the church knew you¡¯re a witch.¡± Then she briefly repeated what she had heard in the tower to the Marquess. ¡°They worked in collusion to deprive you of your title. Even if you aren¡¯t a witch, you¡¯ll be put to death as a devil¡¯s minion. It¡¯ll be easy work for the church.¡± ¡°If they dare to murder a marquess,¡± Spear said, gnashing her teeth, ¡°I¡¯ll make Redwyne and the church pay the price!¡± ¡°The church¡¯s deeds are far beyond your imagination.¡± Nightingale shook her head. ¡°They kill even kings without blinking. Think of the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± Spear was stunned for a moment and then opened her mouth to ask, ¡°Does the church really dare to swallow all four kingdoms? I¡¯ve only heard about it from merchants of neighboring countries, but most of the nobility in the King¡¯s City thought it ridiculous.¡± ¡°The nobility in King¡¯s City also said Roland Wimbledon was a rebel king.¡± Nightingale shrugged. ¡°If His Highness guesses right, conquering the four kingdoms is only the first step in the church¡¯s plan, but unless you join the Witch Union, I can¡¯t tell you the conspiracy behind it. Besides, the church must spend some time plotting this military coup and most of your men should have already swung to Redwyne who has promised them more profits. If you want to take back Fallen Dragon Ridge, you can turn to His Highness for help.¡± ¡°Will he really help me?¡± ¡°Of course, it¡¯s our solemn duty to wipe out the church,¡± Nightingale said with a trace of a smile touching her lips. Marquess was silent, and she looked like she was hesitating to say something. ¡°Believe me,¡± Nightingale said, recognizing the Marquess¡¯ hesitation. ¡°You¡¯re free to leave the Western Region anytime you want. His Highness never compels anyone to stay.¡± ¡°Is he really establishing a place where witches and ordinary human beings live together?¡± This was the second time she had asked Nightingale this question, and again Nightingale answered proudly, ¡°Yes, His Highness¡¯ territory is a place like that. It¡¯s the witches¡¯ Holy Mountain.¡± In the firelight, the expression seemed uncertain on Spear Passi¡¯s face. After quite a long while, she nodded slightly and asked, ¡°Are we going to set off tomorrow?¡± ¡°Not yet,¡± Nightingale and Lightning spoke with one voice. Then they gazed into each other¡¯s eyes and burst into laughter. ¡°The local church will try to report to Holy City what happened here, so in the following two days, we must catch all the pigeons sent out by our enemy,¡± Nightingale explained to the Marquess. ¡°After that, Maggie will carry you to Border Town. I have some other pressing demands here.¡± She remembered what the Saint had said in that room atop the tower: she would leave for Redwater City soon after the military coup. Apparently, wherever the Saint went, an undercurrent of tension soon followed. Troubles big or small were sure to find His Highness. If she could impede the Saint, she would not only sabotage church¡¯s plan but also collect a bounty of information from the Saint. Nightingale took a deep breath and made a plan to kill every member of that church platoon, but she was not sure whether Prince Roland would agree to her plan. If he insisted on her giving up the plan and going back, she would do as he wished. ¡­ Three days later Maggie, who had already sent the Marquess on to Border Town, returned to Fallen Dragon Ridge bearing two witches from the Sleeping Island on her back. ¡°Why are you here?¡± Nightingale asked, the surprise evident on her face. ¡°Prince Roland sent us to help you,¡± Andrea said, gracefully hopping off the big bird¡¯s back, doffing her hood and giving her blonde hair a nice shake. ¡°We¡¯ll get two pieces of ice cream bread in return.¡± ¡°Wiping out a church platoon, you can never do that without me!¡± Ashes said with a smile. ¡°His Highness said you can do what you¡¯ve planned, but take safety into account first, coo.¡± Maggie changed back to a girl and continued, ¡°He said he was waiting for you to return to the castle.¡± ¡°Really¡­ ¡± Nightingale mused, suddenly aware of warmth in her heart. ¡°I get it.¡± ¡°So how many are there?¡± Ashes raised her eyebrows slightly. ¡°I heard there¡¯s a witch among them?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know the exact number yet, but there are at most 20 Judgement Warriors along with their servants and some believers,¡± she said in a measured voice. ¡°You take care of the others and leave the witch to me.¡± Chapter 418 Chapter 418: Finish the Fighting Translator: TransN Editor: TransN They had been on the ridge for a week when Lightning detected the platoon at the north gate of Fallen Dragon Ridge. As Nightingale had expected, the church¡¯s emissary delegation was composed of 25 fully armored Judgement Warriors, who were riding stallions at the head of the platoon. There was a transport corps of around 100 mercenary fighters and believers walking behind the Judgement Army. Among them, there were two coaches. She assumed the Saint was in one of them. The five witches secretly followed the platoon, as it headed toward Redwater City. According to the plan, they would initiate the attack when the platoon was out of the monitoring area and thus would be unable to call for backup quickly. Nightingale quietly watched a coach in the platoon from her mist and vaguely saw a silver light of magic power coming out through the distorted silhouette of the carriage. If Nightingale acted alone, she could probably kill the Saint of the church, but it was not guaranteed that she could kill all of the enemies here. But now, with the help of the witches from Sleeping Island, it was highly possible that they would be able to block the news in the Southern Territory. Once this platoon was eliminated, Hermes would not know anything, at least until next spring. And by then it would be very difficult for them to investigate what had happened to the emissary delegation. Nightingale did not like killing, but this time it was an intentional decision. It would lighten the burden on His Highness and help to defend the witches¡¯ Holy Mountain. She would not regret it. When the emissary delegation entered the forest, Nightingale saw a dark shadow coming close. It was Maggie. She folded her wings and swooped down, roaring. Horses suddenly neighed in fright and went off uncontrollably. All the people were shocked, dumbfounded and only stared goggle-eyed at the scene. But the giant beast did not burst into the crowd to bite and stomp on them as they had expected. Instead, it spread its wings just over their heads and flew away close to the ground, leaving a storm behind it. The strong wind made it hard for them to open their eyes. Suddenly, a person jumped off the beast¡¯s back and landed on the ground. ¡°Enemy attack!¡± the Judgement Warriors shouted among the emissary delegation. Hearing this, the believers began to recover themselves, drew out their weapons and struck at the unknown enemy at the center of the platoon. Nightingale¡¯s vision filled with black and white lines. They were fully covered with lightless black holes which could protect them from ordinary witches, but not from Ashes the Extraordinary. She cut all the believers within her range in two, at their waists, like reaping wheat. All the people around her fell swiftly. She used an ordinary iron sword instead of her symbolic heavy sword, in order for Maggie to carry one more witch besides herself. The iron sword quickly cracked and broke during the fight. She seized the weapons dropped by the enemy, a halberd, a stick, sometimes an iron hammer or a cutlass. Anything in her hand became a lethal weapon. Blood splashed and bodies were torn apart. In the middle of the platoon, Ashes cut them in two all by herself. In the rear part of the platoon, the mercenary fighters could hardly offer the middle section any help because they had their own difficulties. Andrea kept skipping through the forest like a fairy. She used the branches and trunks of the trees to cover herself and shoot arrows every time she changed position. Every one of her arrows would hit someone between his eyebrows and every one of her shots was to kill. In less than ten minutes, the whole platoon was a mess. Screams, cries and fighting noises resounded in the forest. Nightingale joined the fight immediately. She dashed through her mist, closely following her target, whowas her only target in this fight, the Saint of the church and the witch hunter. The coaches were drawn by the frightened horses. They ran wildly for a long way before the horses finally calmed down, but then they did not return to the platoon. Instead, they left the main road and burrowed into the forest in two different directions. It seemed that the Saint had already noticed that among her enemies there was a tough opponent, an Extraordinary. For most witches, an Extraordinary with God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was unbeatable. Unfortunately, she could not escape from Nightingale¡¯s control. Nightingale had already spotted her position earlier on. The one in the other coach was likely a high-ranking priestess or priest. Nightingale left it to Lightning and Maggie. Despite the fact that the Saint¡¯s coach tossed heavily on the bumpy road in the forest, the coachman kept whipping the horses, looking like he was urged by someone to speed up. Nightingale approached. In order to shoot fatally every time, she only fired when she was less than ten meters behind the target and in line with it. She aimed at the four Judgement Warriors following the coach and pressed the trigger to kill them one by one. The Judgement Army immediately split off at the sound of the gun, but the distance now was still only several steps for Nightingale in her mist. Further, their full armors were doing more harm than good in a fight against large caliber bullets. The bullets became more harmful to the human body after going through these deformed, cracked armors. After getting rid of the four Judgement Warriors, she pointed her gun at the horses. As the two horses fell down, the fragile wooden carriage promptly flew off from the force. It then hit a tree trunk and immediately fell apart. Through the flying pieces, a person wrapped in silver light rolled out. Nightingale aimed and shot without hesitation, but the light formed by magic power seemed to have consciousness and blocked the bullets one by one. She moved away to reload a new cartridge. ¡°Traitor!¡± the Saint shouted angrily, charging towards where Nightingale hid. This time, the situation was different. They did not fight in a small room anymore. Now every step Nightingale took would cost the Saint more than ten steps to catch up and the effective range of a revolver which was around 50 meters was much bigger than the area a witch could affect with her ability. The Saint¡¯s ¡°silver whip¡± could hardly reach Nightingale while a bullet could put the Saint to death anytime. At this distance, merely one or two out of five shots could hit the target, but luckily Nightingale had enough time to reload new cartridges and keep aiming and firing. After five catridges, the silver light dimmed out. One shot hit the Saint¡¯s left shoulder and another went through her stomach. She could no longer stand. She staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground. Nightingale was not in a hurry to approach her. She went back to the place where the carriage had fallen apart to pick up a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation before she walked to the Saint. During the fight, she had kept moving around the carriage so it would be easier to search the site afterwards. The moment Nightingale appeared beside the blood-covered witch, she suddenly stretched out her right hand, the only part she could move now, only to find that her silver light could not pierce her enemy as she wanted. ¡°You damned demon, the gods will put you on trial!¡± she said, gritting her teeth, blood was spewing out of her mouth. Nightingale pointed the gun at her chest expressionlessly and replied, ¡°Really? I¡¯ll wait for that day.¡± Then she pressed down the trigger. Chapter 419 Chapter 419: Faith Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After the smoke caused by the battle dissipated, the forest returned to silence. The witch¡¯s long braids had unraveled, and her hair spread like white petals over her body. Blood streamed down her back and quickly formed a dark red puddle, slowly immersing into the ground and melting the cold, hard soil. After that, the air was filled with a smell of iron. Nightingale squatted and untied the blindfold on the witch¡¯s face. She found the face looked unexpectedly young, probably similar to her own age. However, the scars by her eyes destroyed her overall beauty¡ªher eyes looked like they had been repeatedly burned by red-hot iron, and her skin was red and wrinkled, so she had lost the contours of her eyes. This was undoubtedly caused by men. Nightingale gently touched the wrinkled scars; as for whether she suffered these wounds before becoming a witch or after serving the church, no one would ever know. However, this was no longer important because from now on, she couldn¡¯t hurt any more witches and wouldn¡¯t suffer any more torments. After searching the Saint¡¯s body, Nightingale found a letter, a seal and an emblem in the pocket of her robe lining. The emblem was a circle split by a cross with a clenched fist in the center. She carried nothing else¡ªno gold royals or jewelry. ¡°Perhaps she never enjoyed anything in her life,¡± Nightingale couldn¡¯t help but think. ¡°Hey, look at what I caught.¡± Lightning¡¯s voice sounded from the air. She looked up and saw the little girl carrying a struggling man, whom she threw onto the ground. The man groaned in pain and rolled around, trying to get up, but he was hog-tied, so all he could do was to twist around helplessly. The man¡¯s outfit revealed that he was probably the Priest who was sitting in the other carriage. ¡°Where¡¯s Maggie?¡± ¡°She¡¯s guiding Ashes to chase the runaway Judgement Army.¡± Lightning walked over to the Saint. ¡°This is the witch trained by the church?¡± ¡°Uh-huh,¡± Nightingale said softly. ¡°She won¡¯t ever hunt us again.¡± ¡°From her appearance, it¡¯s difficult to believe that she saw us as enemies who must be killed¡­ ¡± The little girl sighed. ¡°If not for the church, none of this would have happened.¡± Nightingale turned to glare at the captive man. When he saw the witch lying in a pool of blood, his eyes immediately widened, and he tried to say something but couldn¡¯t because of the cloth gag in his mouth. She took out the cloth. ¡°Do you have anything to say for yourself?¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ you, you¡¯ve killed the Pure Witch of Bishop Tayfun, reckless devil! You¡¯ll sooner or later be hung by the church at the city gate and left to the crows!¡± ¡°Even if we didn¡¯t kill her, being caught by the church is no better,¡± said Nightingale, ¡°and compared with this, you¡¯d better worry about yourself first.¡± ¡°Even if I die, I¡¯ll have the salvation of God, and you guys will only sink into Hell and be tortured forever!¡± He yelled. ¡°That¡¯s why I have to block his mouth,¡± Lightning said. Nightingale stuffed the cloth back into his mouth. ¡°Let His Highness deal with him. He said that the Iron Axe is very good at interrogating such kinds of people.¡± ¡­ By the time Maggie brought over the two witches from Sleeping Island, it was already afternoon. Ashes jumped down from the back of the beast and landed steadily next to Nightingale. ¡± You¡¯re not hurt, are you?¡± ¡°Everything went well,¡± she said. ¡°How about you?¡± ¡°Obviously, not a single man escaped.¡± Ashes laughed proudly. ¡°Is she dead?¡± Andrea landed and looked at the Saint. ¡°I thought you¡¯d keep her alive.¡± ¡°The enemy was a witch, so hesitating would have been extremely dangerous,¡± Ashes twitched her mouth and said. ¡°If I were you, I wouldn¡¯t keep her alive either.¡± ¡°Gee, you have no mercy for your own kind.¡± ¡°She isn¡¯t our kin, but a puppet controlled by the church,¡± the Extraordinary said casually. ¡°Besides, sometimes our own kind can be even crueler than others. I¡¯ve never seen demonic beasts or demons imprison and torture people for several years.¡± After saying that, she took off her blood-stained gloves and offered her hand to Nightingale. ¡°Your actions and performance were amazing, and you did the right thing in this situation.¡± ¡°¡­ ¡± The latter stared at her for a moment before holding her hand. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°Who would have thought that someone like her would comfort me,¡± Nightingale thought. ¡°She probably didn¡¯t want me to feel guilty for killing a witch.¡± ¡°I think this victory is worth celebrating,¡± Lightning said. Maggie agreed with a ¡°Coo!¡± Andrea rolled her eyes, reached out her hands, and placed them on top of the others¡¯. ¡°I have to clarify that if it were only your hand, I wouldn¡¯t touch it, so this¡¯s for Nightingale¡¯s sake.¡± ¡°OK, I get it,¡± Ashes said, raising her eyebrow. Then, the five witches raised their hands to the sky, looking like an unwavering tower in the cold wind. ¡­ Next, they needed to collect the information carried by the emissary delegation and hide the traces of their battle. After properly dealing with these issues in the forest for two days, they arrived back in Border Town three days later. After landing in the castle backyard, Nightingale was immediately surrounded by her sisters. ¡°I heard you were hurt. Where is the wound?¡± Nana asked. ¡°She has been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you come back so late?¡± Lily asked, annoyed. ¡°Does it¡­ still hurt?¡± Lucia asked urgently. ¡°This batch of herbs was made especially by me. They can¡¯t only stop bleeding, but also calm swelling, so their effect should be pretty great,¡± Leaf said with a smile. ¡°How could you be so careless to scurry into the church alone! You might not be this lucky next time!¡± This was Wendy¡¯s voice. ¡°It¡¯s alright as long as she can return safely.¡± Scroll chimed in. Seeing their concerned faces warmed Nightingale¡¯s heart, and she didn¡¯t understand how the Church¡¯s witches lived, but she knew what it was like to belong to the Witch Union. There was no doubt that this was worth devoting everything to. Then, she saw His Highness Roland. Lightning jumped into his arms and stuck to him like a gecko. Maggie also flew onto Roland¡¯s shoulder, rubbing his cheek. Although Nightingale wanted to do this too, she knew that she wasn¡¯t a child, so she held back the impulse to embrace Roland, walked up to him, and said with a smile, ¡°I¡¯m back.¡± ¡°Uh-huh, I¡¯ve waited for you for a long time.¡± The prince smiled his familiar smile. ¡°Take a hot bath and get some rest. I put a few bags of honey grilled dried fish in the office drawer.¡± ¡°OK, then I¡¯ll go help myself.¡± Nightingale smiled. She reassured herself that she had done the right thing. Chapter 420 Chapter 420: The Lord¡¯s Response Translator: TransN Editor: TransN That night, Roland held a magnificent banquet at the Lord¡¯s castle. Since they not only rescued Spear Passi but also captured a Priest from Hermes, it was technically the Witch Union¡¯s first unprovoked attack on the church. As the five witches who had participated in the battle walked on to the stage, the hall erupted into applause, and even Roland, who rarely drank, drained two glasses of Evelyn¡¯s chilled white liquor. Although it was only a small triumph, the Months of the Demons were long and stressful, and he wanted to take this opportunity to help everyone relax. When Roland stumbled into his office the next morning with a raging headache, Nightingale was already waiting for him, sitting cross-legged on his table. ¡°Don¡¯t you need more rest?¡± he asked with a smile. Ever since he agreed to let her attack the emissary delegation, he had been worrying about her¡ªeven if he knew she was in a spacious area and could use the Mist to remain invincible, he still fretted about accidents. Afterall, this wasn¡¯t daily practice, but a true battle of life and death. Now seeing her energetic and vital, he felt much better. Nightingale swallowed her dried fish and said, ¡°Of course I don¡¯t. I¡¯m in a great shape right now.¡± As soon as Roland returned to his seat, she jumped off the table, walked to the back of the chair, and hugged him. ¡°One more day of rest is one more day without seeing you.¡± The prince was slightly startled. ¡°I actually wanted to do this yesterday in the castle garden¡­ but now isn¡¯t such a bad timing either,¡± Nightingale whispered into his ear. ¡­ She did not let him go and disappeared into the Mist until she heard the footsteps outside the door. ¡°Your Highness.¡± A guard shouted. ¡°The Lord of Fallen Dragon Ridge, Marquess Passi, is here to see you.¡± ¡°Send her in.¡± Roland cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. Spear Passi walked into the office, bowed, and sat in front of his desk. ¡°I¡¯ve thoroughly considered your proposal.¡± ¡°What do you think?¡± He poured a cup of tea for her. While Nightingale, Ashes, and others were battling against the church, he had also been busy with showing the Marquess around the town and negotiating with her. Roland briefly told her the crisis that the kingdom faced, the origins of the church, and the threats of the demons, as well as his future plans. When Spear heard about the church¡¯s origins and their reasons for hunting witches, she was so shocked that her eyes widened to the utmost. If not for the testimonies of Tilly and Agatha, she would have never believed that witches once had ruled the entire Barbarian Land, but her attitude changed greatly afterwards. ¡°Repealing feudal power, universalizing laws and administration institution, prohibiting the inheritance and sale of titles¡­ I can accept these requests, but¡­¡± She paused. ¡°I¡¯m just curious. Do you really plan to spread this to all the territories?¡± ¡°Yes. If we don¡¯t do this, Kingdom of Graycastle will be nothing but loose sand,¡± Roland said, nodding. ¡°Before our final enemies arrive, we must gather as much power as possible.¡± ¡°Your plan will offend all of the nobilities,¡± said Spear slowly, ¡°especially the part prohibiting the inheritance of titles¡ªif I¡¯m not mistaken, the Lord of a territory is also a title. Doing so will confirm your reputation of the ¡®rebel king¡¯.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I don¡¯t expect them to back down voluntarily,¡± he said, knocking on his desk. ¡°Before the fateful Battle of Divine Will, the nobility¡¯s discontent is not my priority. I don¡¯t have to kill them all, either. As long as these people accept my new terms, they may even be able to keep their territories, just not their feudal power¡ªI believe they¡¯ll make the right decision.¡± Centralization of authority was only effective when all the power was held by a few people, so if local authorities had too much power, they would threaten this centralization and even his position as a ruler. Unlike one year ago, the town now had the ability to undergo a revolution. After this step was completed, he would be the only ruler of Kingdom of Graycastle in a real sense. ¡°You seem to have made up your mind.¡± Spear sighed. ¡°If I don¡¯t accept them, your army will probably overturn my ruling anyways.¡± ¡°I desperately need manpower for my plan,¡± Roland said earnestly, ¡°especially someone with experience in governing a city. Like I said, you won¡¯t lose your territory, and you can proudly reveal your identity as a witch to your people without fear of the church.¡± The Marquess was silent for a while. ¡°I also have a request.¡± ¡°Please, go ahead.¡± ¡°After you take back Fallen Dragon Ridge for me, I don¡¯t want anything to change,¡± she said bluntly. ¡°I can only fully support you when Timothy is no longer the king.¡± ¡°What a clever answer¡­¡± Roland thought. ¡°She avoided giving a strict refusal and gave herself some room for changing her mind. Basically what she meant is that in order to earn her support, he needs to prove that his plan of unifying Kingdom of Graycastle isn¡¯t just empty talk and that he¡¯s truly capable of doing it.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a deal then.¡± He didn¡¯t think much of the Marquess¡¯ secret calculations. If his attack in the spring went well, it might be easier to overturn Timothy than retrieving Fallen Dragon Ridge. ¡°Oh, by the way, Your Highness.¡± Spear hesitated. ¡°The witches are attending class tonight, and I¡¯m wondering if I could join them¡­¡± Roland was a bit surprised. ¡°Those are all very basic beginner courses. You probably won¡¯t learn anything new.¡± ¡°I¡¯m intrigued by their calculating methods,¡± she said, shaking her head. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen anything like them before.¡± ¡°Is she talking about the Multiplication Table or algebraic equations?¡± He mused. ¡°Of course, as long as you¡¯re willing to join the Witch Union.¡± ¡­ After lunch, Iron Axe brought him some good news. ¡°He¡¯s willing to talk?¡± Roland was slightly surprised. ¡°That soon?¡± According to Nightingale, the captive Priest was quite stubborn. ¡°Not everyone has a will of steel, Your Highness,¡± answered Iron Axe seriously. ¡°The Sand Nation has some unique interrogation methods that barely damage the body but destroy the mind, even making some people view death as a relief. He has already lingered longer than most people.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± he thought. ¡°Professional spies not only have extraordinary willpower, but are also trained not to crack under any interrogation, but no one in this era has received this kind of training.¡± ¡°Take me to see him,¡± said Roland. ¡°I have quite a few questions for him.¡± Chapter 421 Chapter 421: The Interrogation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The prison of the town hadn¡¯t changed much since he arrived one year ago. His mass infrastructure development did not extend to this place, and although the houses and roads above the ground had been renovated, the prison below still reeked of decay. Moss grew on the stone walls, and muddy water dripped down the stairs. The only difference was that the cells held very few prisoners. Due to the the expansion and development of the territory, anyone who was willing to work was able to find a job. The scoundrels who were unwilling to change were sent by Roland to the mines, where they were whipped into shape. Since Anna had wrecked the cells at the bottom of the prison, and there was no need to repair them, the entire lower floor was sealed off and abandoned. Roland followed Iron Axe to the middle of the third floor and saw the captive Priest¡ªthe only criminal on this floor. The man was not hanging on a torture rack nor beaten to a bloody pulp, which completely defied Roland¡¯s idea of an interrogation. He was huddled in the icy corner of his cell, and although his clothes were all intact, he seemed completely lifeless and pale with hollow eyes without focus. ¡°Is he alright?¡± Roland asked quietly. ¡°It¡¯s not an issue, Your Highness,¡± Iron Axe answered with a bow. ¡°If you have any questions, you can ask him directly.¡± The prince nodded. The Sand Nation¡¯s interrogation methods were indeed unique, but he was not interested in the specifics or the humanity of Iron Axe¡¯s process, as long as it got the job done. He cleared his throat, sat down on the long wooden bench near the cell, and asked the Priest through the bars, ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Are you the Fourth Prince of Kingdom of Graycastle¡­ Roland Wimbledon?¡± The man¡¯s expression changed. ¡°Look¡­ look at what you¡¯ve done. You¡¯ve unleashed the demons¡¯ powers.¡± ¡°His Highness is asking your name,¡± said Iron Axe coldly. ¡°If you don¡¯t want to undergo last night¡¯s punishment again, then cut the crap.¡± The Priest¡¯s face froze, and after a short pause, he lowered his head and said, ¡°My¡­ my name is Campus.¡± ¡°I heard you¡¯re from the Holy City of Hermes?¡± Roland glanced at the man. ¡°Who was the witch traveling with you? Was she also from the Holy City? What was her role in the church?¡± ¡°Her¡­¡± Campus seemed hesitant and was silent for a long time before answering, ¡°Her name was Aurora, and she was one of Master Tayfun¡¯s Pure Witches. She didn¡¯t take any positions in the church.¡± ¡°Tayfun?¡± The prince pondered for a while upon this familiar name. ¡°He¡¯s one of the three Archbishops of the Holy City, in charge of the church¡¯s external affairs. His position is second only to the Supreme Pontiff.¡± The Priest explained. Roland suddenly remembered that he had met this person before¡ªat a ceremony in King¡¯s City. That day, King Wimbledon III organized a big coming-of-age celebration for Tilly Wimbledon, and Tayfun was the Bishop sent by the church to the ceremony. In his memory, Tayfun seemed like a benevolent old man with a caring and forgiving smile, as if he had nothing to do with anything evil in the world. ¡°What¡¯s a Pure Witch?¡± Campus hesitated once more, but after Iron Axe threatened him again, he grudgingly responded. ¡°Pure Witches are witches who are raised by the church and directly managed by Bishops and the Supreme Pontiff, so I don¡¯t know too much about them.¡± Roland scratched his ear to signal for Nightingale¡¯s confirmation and learned that the man was not lying. ¡°How many people know about the church¡¯s hidden witches?¡± The Priest shook his head. ¡°Master Tayfun only told me about this two years ago and ordered me not to tell other believers, so¡­ I¡¯m not sure how many people know.¡± ¡°The church is obviously very secretive about raising Pure Witches, which at least means they aren¡¯t publicly holding a double standard,¡± thought Roland. ¡°This is definitely good news.¡± This finally confirmed his suspicion and gave him another piece of evidence to hold against the church¡ªif the believers found out that the sermons they received were all false and that the church was secretly raising the very enemies they were taught to fight under their noses, how would they react? ¡°What was your motive in sabotaging the Lord of Fallen Dragon Ridge? Why did you want to take her back to Hermes?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. My only mission was to monitor Aurora, so only she knows the exact motive. There was a change of plans because Aurora discovered that the lord was actually a witch, and the new Pope thus ordered us to send all captured witches back to the Holy City to be purified.¡± ¡°Purified,¡± Roland snorted. ¡°Do you actually believe that? If purified witches¡­ no, Pure Witches are sinless, why would the church keep their existence as a secret?¡± ¡°Because¡­ because some believers aren¡¯t devoted enough, so this¡¯s the only way for now¡­¡± His voice trailed off, and he eventually closed his mouth. The prince sneered. ¡°Where did you plan to go after leaving Fallen Dragon Ridge?¡± ¡°Redwater City.¡± ¡°After that?¡± ¡°Impassable Castle.¡± ¡°Anywhere else?¡± ¡°Just these three cities.¡± The Priest responded numbly, having given up resisting after disclosing the information about Pure Witches. ¡°Master Tayfun didn¡¯t tell us when to return, so we were going to stay at Impassable Castle awaiting new orders.¡± His answer matched the letter found on the witch¡¯s body. ¡°Why these three cities?¡± Campus shook his head. It seemed that he didn¡¯t know much since for the church, he was probably just a monitor for the Pure Witch. Roland stroked his chin and thought, ¡°Fallen Dragon Ridge is in the Southern Territory, Redwater city in the center of the kingdom, and Impassable Castle between the Northern and Western Territories, so they have nothing in common, and they aren¡¯t important passes or intersections. Even if the church wanted to overturn the Kingdom of Graycastle, they wouldn¡¯t start with these cities.¡± If he had to name a similarity between them, it would be that they all lay on the border of the Western Territory¡ªa thought suddenly sprang into his mind: Was he actually the person the emissary delegation was targeting at? ¡­ The interrogation didn¡¯t stop until evening. Roland collected his information and stood up. When he was about to leave, he noticed that the Priest was sitting motionless against the wall, as still as a corpse, neither begging for mercy nor cursing in fury. This surprised him greatly. ¡°Aren¡¯t you asking what I intend to do with you?¡± ¡°You tortured me into confessing all this¡­ and God will bear witness,¡± Campus said with his eyes closed. ¡°God is my final judge, not you. It doesn¡¯t matter what you¡¯ll do to me.¡± ¡°Your Highness, give me another night with him,¡± said Iron Axe. ¡°I¡¯ll turn his attitude around.¡± ¡°Not necessary. This is enough.¡± Since the Priest had already confessed everything, Roland had no interest in continuing to torture him. ¡°He¡¯ll be judged, not by God¡­ but by the people.¡± Chapter 422 Chapter 422: Public Trial Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Shortly after winter began, a wooden stage was built in the center of the square. It was the first of its kind for the people of Border Town. It wasn¡¯t for a theatrical performance but rather to conduct the first public trial. A notice had been issued two days prior. On the day of the trial the stage was surrounded by a large crowd. The square area was much larger after the extension but it still wasn¡¯t large enough to accommodate the entire community. There were scattered snowflakes falling from the sky, but everyone was too excited and completely ignored the wind and snow. The atmosphere suddenly reached extremity as Roland appeared on the stage. Watching the audience at the bottom waving their arms at him, he was emotionally touched. Once he had been almost a laughing stock in the eyes of the nobility and he¡¯d had little influence on his subjects. Now, after just one year, the situation was reversed. With shouts from the crowd, the Priest Campus was pushed onto the stage. His facial expressions changed a little while facing the crowd. Perhaps this parade was common for the top management from the church. They were accustomed to worship from the believers, and could easily influence the lives of these people with a single word or action, Roland thought. Except that this time, he probably wouldn¡¯t go through the brilliance of the past. With excitement in their eyes, the witches from the union walked up to the wooden stage. They had always been slandered, hunted, unjustly treated and tried. But this time the roles were reversed. Witches were the victims, accusers, and jurors, and the trial object was the church. They had always imagined such a scene, but never expected that such a day would come so quickly. Roland waved his hands and the people quieted immediately. ¡°Greetings, my people.¡± ¡°The purpose of today¡¯s gathering is to reveal a shameful crime. The church has hidden the truth from the very beginning. I wouldn¡¯t have discovered this shocking news if the Priest of the Holy City had not been captured in a rebellion case.¡± Roland had been thinking about how to reveal the church¡¯s crime effectively for the past two days. The rebellion case of Fallen Dragon Ridge shouldn¡¯t be the key point, because the story from a small town far away from them wouldn¡¯t gain their attention; the Battle of Divine Will and the Kingdom of Witches shouldn¡¯t be mentioned, for the story of a few hundred years ago was irrelevant for them and it might cause panic if it revealed the existence of demons. He needed to share something that they cared about in order to arouse the indignation of the masses. In other words, it had to touch their hearts. With no doubt, the witches who lived here shared the same daily lives with the people. ¡°The church has claimed that witches are the devil¡¯s minions, persons that are neither clean nor fortunate, but in fact, both the Pope and the Archbishop have been sheltering witches in a surprisingly large scale! This was said by the Priest himself.¡± Roland faced the Priest and said, ¡°Am I correct?¡± After a long silence, Campus replied, ¡°Yes.¡± Discussions broke out in the crowd. ¡°Your Highness, is he really a priest from the Holy City?¡± someone asked. ¡°Of course,¡± said Roland, showing an expression of praise in the direction of Echo. ¡°He was sent to the Kingdom of Graycastle in the name of the church as a Saint, and all the documents he¡¯s brought reveal his identity!¡± Roland pointed to a small table beside the wooden stage. ¡°Priest¡¯s robe, badge, circular letter, all can be used as evidence.¡± The crowd was liable to doubts about these, so he would let Echo ask first and then answer them accordingly. Furthermore, these items were real, he didn¡¯t need to fake it. ¡°My people, come back to what I said before,¡± continued the prince. ¡°Take note of the term I used¡ªsheltering! Yes, they gather female infants and orphans from all over the country to the monastery of the Holy City and these women are treated as animals. Only a few turn into witches, and proceed to further their training. The rest simply become trinkets for Church believers.¡± ¡°No, these ¡­¡± Campus raised his head and opened his mouth, but he could hardly make a sound. ¡°In order to get more witches, they shelter female wanderers in the name of relief, and even collude with Black Street Rats to steal infants! Please think, my people, if there were a church in this town, you wouldn¡¯t only lose Miss Nana, but also a family member of yours could be missing too. They claim that the witches are evil spirits, seduced by demons, and drive believers to persecute these innocent women. Could you tolerate if Miss Nana was framed by them?¡± ¡°Never, Your Highness, never!¡± The atmosphere of the square was hot, and people shook their fists, expressing their anger at the Priest. ¡°Miss Nana can¡¯t be evil, and she is the one who cured my injury!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve know her since she was little. She was my daughter¡¯s classmate in Karl¡¯s college.¡± ¡°I would have been killed by demonic beasts if not for her healing. She is an angel to the First Army.¡± Roland paused for a moment so the crowd could voice their dissatisfaction, then he continued. ¡°So, why did they do that?¡± The question caused a commotion among the subjects. ¡°Because the church needed witches to maintain their rule!¡± Before they could make more speculation, the prince said, ¡°As you know, the witches¡¯ abilities are varied and incredible! Besides Miss Nana¡¯s healing and Miss Lily¡¯s elimination of demonic plague, they have many other abilities that can improve our lives. The water supply equipment in our town was made by Miss Anna and Miss Soraya. The flintlocks used by the First Army and the steam engine that pulls the miner¡¯s truck, all these are gifts given by the witches. Our town wouldn¡¯t have achieved any of this without their contributions.¡± ¡°But everything has two sides. Like a sword, it can be used to fight the demonic beasts or used to kill the innocent. The church is using the witches¡¯ abilities to hurt good people. And those who don¡¯t obey them are regarded as God¡¯s outcast. In fact, the top management of the church is committing a heinous crime which is recorded in the doctrine, and they completely disregard that their God is watching them.¡± ¡°My dear people, if your children were to be kidnapped by the church and used to hurt you after being trained. If they became the church¡¯s whip and razor, how sad that would be!¡± Roland turned around, walked to the front of Campus, expanded the long roll of paper, and asked loudly, ¡°Do you have anything else to say about the accusations recorded on this paper?¡± ¡°These¡­ are all true.¡± Popping his eyes, the Priest looked as if he couldn¡¯t believe he had uttered these words. ¡°I¡­ admit guilt.¡± The masses became very angry. ¡°I hand over the right of judgment to you all!¡± Roland said loudly while the crowd was agitated, ¡°For this evil, your choice is¡­¡± ¡°Kill him!¡± ¡°Kill him!¡± ¡°Kill him!¡± Everybody was shouting the same words, soon there was only one voice left in the square. In Border Town, with scattered snowflakes floating above, the people made their choice. Chapter 423 Chapter 423: The ¡°Connection¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Spear Passi solemnly signed her name at the end after she read both contracts several times. One was the Memorandum of Unification and the other Memorandum of the Witch Union. The first contract agreed that Spear would lead Fallen Dragon Ridge to give allegiance to Roland Wimbledon after Timothy Wimbledon¡¯s rule was overthrown, and in response to the request of the new king, she would surrender her power, and Roland would guarantee her position as the Lord of Fallen Dragon Ridge and other rights. The memorandum categorized those to three categories which were human affairs, administrative and finance. Although such a categorization was new but easy for her to understand of which her daily routine was also included too. Spear thought about the second contract for a long time before she made up her mind, as this time the union was to serve Prince Roland without any doubt. She didn¡¯t want to join Prince Roland so fast, he just occupied the corner region of the Kingdom of Graycastle. But the content of the evening lecture was attractive, and she vaguely sensed that the unique method of calculation would be helpful in managing her territory. Fortunately, the constitutions of the Memorandum of the Witch Union were very loose, more like a formal consensus, and didn¡¯t even limit the whereabouts of its members. She consulted with the prince regarding this, and his reply was that the members could leave any time they wanted. ¡°I¡¯ve signed it.¡± Spear placed two elegant parchments on the table, but Roland didn¡¯t respond. He looked at the empty side as if thinking about something. ¡°Your Highness?¡± ¡°Ah¡­¡± He blinked eyes as if he had come back. ¡°Let me have a look at it.¡± He had seldom been so absent minded before the negotiation, and it seemed like after the trial yesterday, His Highness felt confused. This made it difficult for her to understand. The trial was an absolute success, and people were on his side and cheered him. Before that, Spear had never thought the ordinary people would support a nobility. She thought that she and they were in two different worlds, and the nobility needed neither the understanding nor supporting of the people. But she changed her mind one day ago. After seeing people surrounding the square waving their fists, shouting with a strong voice that shook the sky and land, she realized that they might contain a power that she had never felt and it was more powerful than the noble. Besides, the decisive judgment displayed by His Highness was also one of the reasons why she signed these two contracts. Regardless of whether he¡¯s trying to protect the witches, it¡¯s some kind of good faith to punish rebels who are against his royal power. Considering this, she should respond accordingly. However, His Highness doesn¡¯t seem satisfied¡­ Is he regretting being against the church publicly? Spear was clear that it was not an enemy they could easily deal with. It¡¯s better to figure it out since it¡¯s related to the direction of the future co-operation. She hesitated, and then mentioned it diplomatically. The prince was astonished for a while after he heard this, and then he shook his head and smiled. ¡°I never regret fighting against the church, after all, they¡¯re enemies that must be defeated from all aspects of the view.¡± ¡°So why¡­¡± ¡°I just have some mixed feelings now.¡± ¡°Mixed feelings?¡± ¡°I feel a little embarrassed, although what I said was true and what I disclosed were the crimes committed by the church.¡± He shrugged, ¡°It seems as I¡¯m not a qualified politician.¡± Politician? What¡¯s that? Like an astrologer devoting himself to studying stars, is a politician someone devoting himself to studying politics? His Highness stopped the topic before she could ask. ¡°I¡¯ll keep these parchments. I heard that your ability is related to controlling magic power?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Spear stopped questioning. ¡°To be more precise, it¡¯s to extract the magic power of one witch for other witches to use. Of course, I can also retrieve and recover my own magic power for the purpose of consumption. As this process doesn¡¯t have a big impact on the outside world, I can repeat the process anytime in the castle.¡± ¡°How did you find out you have such an ability?¡± the prince asked curiously. ¡°After my awakening.¡± The Marquess answered, ¡°I¡¯ve no idea how other witches got to know their abilities, but I could feel it, and the feeling was like¡­ you suddenly owned an extra organ.¡± ¡°Interesting description.¡± He nodded thoughtfully. ¡°You should know that the reason I sent Nightingale to Fallen Dragon Ridge is to pass you an invitation.¡± ¡°You need my ability.¡± Spear paused a moment and bowed. ¡°It¡¯s my honor to serve you.¡± Anyway, since there was no way for her to return to Fallen Dragon Ridge at the moment, it was better for her to see what the prince usually do, despite the fact that she had just being in the town for a week. She realized that the town was different from others, a secluded land that was far away from the center of the Kingdom, but as energetic as the capital. As a Lord, she was curious. What made Spear more surprised was that the life of the witches here was completely different from what she had imagined. The prince didn¡¯t over control them, but rather allowed them to live freely, and this could be seen from his waiting for the return of Nightingale¡ªhe obviously hoped that she could return early, but still agreed with her requisition. His Royal Highness didn¡¯t treat them as servants. Some nobles sheltered witches because of their beauty. She thought it would have been done more unscrupulously because His Highness openly recruited witches, but he was surprisingly self-disciplined. Was the rumor true? Was the prince both prurient and incompetent? She had more faith and felt ridiculous at the same time. When she thought it back, she felt what Nightingale had told her was totally true. ¡­ She left the castle with the prince and they came to a yard at the back of the town, where Spear saw two other witches. ¡°This¡¯s Anna and this¡¯s Mystery Moon.¡± Roland introduced. ¡°The Magic Power of Mystery Moon is considered at a relatively low level, but the consumption of her magic power is astonishing.¡± ¡°I¡¯m obviously at a middle level!¡± Mystery Moon protested. ¡°Among the awakened witches,¡± the prince added. Mystery Moon kept quiet immediately. ¡°Do you want me to connect their magic powers?¡± Spear looked at Anna. ¡°Does she have the strongest magic power in the union? I suggest that you invite a few more witches to come over. The stock magic power is related to their age, even if there¡¯s a difference, it wouldn¡¯t be big.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just an experiment,¡± His Highness said, touching his chin, ¡°and if it works, I¡¯ll ask them to come over.¡± The Marquess nodded and summoned the passage of magic power¡ªit was a sphere shining with blue light, quietly floating in the air. Under her control, two thin tentacle-shaped threads stretched out from the sphere to Anna and Mystery Moon. ¡°You¡¯ll feel weird in the beginning, so just relax and it¡¯ll be fine,¡± Spear explained. ¡°It¡¯ll fail to transfer the magic power if you resist it.¡± Anna was shocked when the tentacle touched her chest. What¡¯s¡­ happening here? It seems the tentacle is connected to a solid metal cube instead of the rotating magic power. It¡¯s so huge that I feel like an ant standing at the bottom of it, and I can only see its top while raising my head. Chapter 424 Chapter 424: The Dawn I Translator: TransN Editor: TransN How is magic power with such a form possible? Spear ¡°touched¡± the edge of the metal in disbelief, which was her unique way of sensing magic power. As soon as the passage was connected, she could see, touch, and even smell the magic powers of witches, as if she were entering their bodies. Hard and cold, the surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting every detail of the tentacle-shaped thread. When the antenna-like cord of energy reached the cube, it swiftly bounced back. ¡°Relax.¡± Marquess comforted her. ¡°They¡¯re harmless.¡± She wasn¡¯t sure whether her ability could affect this metallic cube since Anna¡¯s magic power seemed unable to flow. After trying a few times, the antenna finally stuck to the cube. But there was no transmission of magic power. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Nightingale noticed something was wrong. ¡°I¡¯ve never¡­ transported magic power of this kind. It¡¯s too massive and doesn¡¯t look like the air that can be transferred.¡± Spear felt her throat dry. ¡°As soon as the channel is connected, the magic power should have been absorbed by the ¡®pivot¡¯.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll try to charge it with magic power.¡± Anna suddenly spoke. ¡°The same way as using the Sigil of God¡¯s Will.¡± ¡°Be careful not to expend too much each time.¡± His Highness nodded. What was the Sigil of God¡¯s Will? Spear found that she¡¯d heard several new terms since she came to this little town. As she was pondering, the magic power in Anna¡¯s body suddenly transformed. The perfect mirror was broken, and the surface of the metal rippled. The liquid without light rushed into the pipe and then became a floating ball as if pushed by something. She then felt some weight. Different from the cyclone of magic power, the liquid was very heavy. As it flew into the pivot, it was like putting in chunks of iron ingot. Spear found that she was consuming an increasing amount of magic power. It was rather unbelievable. Prior to this, she could easily exhibit her abilities for half a day. Now at this rate, she might not be able to last a few hours. Out of desperation, she drew out another cord from the pivot, connected it with her own body, and sustained the channel using Anna¡¯s magic power. When the light ball was full, the metal cube in Anna¡¯s body was still in its original form, as if the magic power it lost was only a very insignificant portion. Spear really wanted to take back what she had just said. She coughed twice. ¡°Hem¡­ now the channel can supply enough magic power for Miss Mystery Moon. What do we do next?¡± ¡°Stick to it.¡± His Highness Roland handed Mystery Moon a copper cylinder. ¡°Now show us what you can do.¡± ¡°Ok.¡± Mystery Moon took a deep breath, held the copper object in her hands, and closed her eyes. All of a sudden, the Magic Power began to flow furiously. Spear saw that the metal cube in Anna¡¯s body gleamed, the fluid in the pivot came out, and filled again; the entire channel kept on trembling. It looked as if it would be torn apart by the turbulent magic power. The Marquess had sweat on her forehead. She felt as if she was standing in front of a tsunami. On the other side, Mystery Moon had a frowned forehead and red cheeks. Obviously, she was also under the impact of the fierce waves. But considering Spear was the one transferring the power, Mystery Moon must be under tremendous impact. Even so, she didn¡¯t stop using her abilities, and the rapidly consumed magic power was the proof. These girls were monsters! Spear didn¡¯t know how she managed to last to the end. When the magic power in Anna¡¯s body was drained, Spear felt she could barely stand on her own feet. ¡°Fi¡­ finished.¡± Mystery Moon opened her eyes and excitingly held up the copper cylinder. ¡°I made it!¡± ¡°Well done.¡± Roland carefully clamped the copper object with a pair of wooden tongs, as if it was a red-hot iron. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± the Marquess asked. ¡°It looks exactly the same as before.¡± ¡°A strong magnet with ever changing magnetic force,¡± the prince replied. ¡°I don¡¯t know whether it¡¯ll form an access with the earth while being held in a person¡¯s hand. If so, it would discharge. So we¡¯d better be cautious.¡± Spear blinked her eyes. ¡°What?¡± Nightingale smiled. ¡°Don¡¯t mind them. This is such a topic that only Anna can participate in.¡± ¡°Then¡­ what can it be used for?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s try it out.¡± Roland put the copper cylinder into a black iron machine standing in the middle of the yard. Judging from the silhouette of the machine, it looked like a giant iron tube. It had a wooden pedestal at the bottom. An iron pole as thick as an arm stuck out from the middle. The prince looked at Mystery Moon. ¡°Turn on the switch. If it works, it¡¯ll bring a whole new source of power to the town.¡± Mystery Moon nodded. She held the wooden handle on the machine and pulled it downward with effort. Sparks burst out from the downside of her hands, making a crackling sound. To Spear¡¯s surprise, the iron pole in the middle began to rotate rapidly. The pole must have been as heavy as one or two people. How could it rotate so fast? ¡°Have we¡­ succeeded?¡± ¡°Not yet.¡± The prince found a chair and sat on it. ¡°It depends on how long it can work.¡± Spear noticed there was something glittering in Roland¡¯s eyes as he looked at the plain rough iron machine. It was as if he was looking at a piece of shining jewelry. ******************* Three days later, Roland pushed open the door to the backyard of the North Slope Mountain. Upon hearing the sound, Anna stopped her work and rushed to greet Roland. She couldn¡¯t conceal her excitement. ¡°It¡¯s still working.¡± There was no need for her remark though. The prince also heard the noise made by the operating electric motor. To him, this noise was almost as euphonious as the sounds of nature. Because it meant that the variable magnetic core cylinder, being filled with Mystery Moon¡¯s magic power, was still operating properly. As a whole new power source, it had shown its practical use. Roland came to the center of the yard and saw that Mystery Moon was sitting beside the electric motor. With her hands on her chin, she looked at the black machine, feeling bored. ¡°Your Highness, when you said my abilities are full of potential, did you mean this thing ? It doesn¡¯t look any different from a steam engine.¡± ¡°This is only the first step to change the world,¡± Roland said beaming. ¡°You¡¯ll be able to see what changes it can bring to our little town soon enough.¡± Every step forward in the history of the human race was related to the utilization of energy. To some extent it could be used to measure the level of a civilization¡¯s advancement. From steam to electricity, from electricity to nuclear, the breakthrough in energy would usually boost the industrial production. The variable magnetic core cylinder filled with Mystery Moon¡¯s magic power was such a kind of new energy. It resembled a super large battery and transformed magic power into electric energy. Its small manufacture scale limited its application, which meant it couldn¡¯t lead to an energy reform. But as a supplement to the steam engine and internal combustion engine, it was still a perfect power source. Besides, with the growth of Anna¡¯s magic power, it still had the potential to be used in other areas. And when Leaf gained control of the Impassable Forest and obtained the massive magic power supply, the potential was unimaginable. ¡°The name ¡®variable magnetic core cylinder¡¯ is too long,¡± Roland said, smiling. ¡°Let¡¯s call it Dawn I.¡± Chapter 425 Chapter 425: The Utilization of Energy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN On the afternoon of the fifth day, the electric motor stopped working. In other words, a single Dawn I could provide energy for a large-scale electric motor to work for five consecutive days. If an electric motor didn¡¯t run continuously, then its work time could be extended. When the magnetic effect of the copper column was lost, it could be recharged with magic power, which was purely low-consumption, recyclable, and pollution-free energy. Its flaw was also very obvious¡ªrecharging it would exhaust all of Anna, Mystery Moon, and Spear¡¯s magic powers. So if the three of them produced a Dawn I per day, it could only sustain five electric motors (non-stop). At the moment, Anna was irreplaceable for the fine machining and steel smelting in the little town. Roland had tried his best to distribute most of the manufacturing work to ordinary townsmen, but without the machine tools produced and maintained by Anna and her supply of materials, the production of revolving firearms and bullets would instantly bog down in stagnancy. Furthermore, Anna was also essential for the production of the 152 mm Longsong Cannons, new-style light weapons, and Roland¡¯s other new ideas. So he wouldn¡¯t want Anna to strain her magic power on charging the batteries. Roland leaned back on the wing chair and deeply sighed. There were two solutions for this problem. First, increasing the duration of Dawn I. To this end, they needed greater resources or more witches to supply magic powers. Unfortunately, the Marquess¡¯ passage was just strong enough to transfer Anna¡¯s magic power and the process almost exhausted her, so she couldn¡¯t manage to transfer any more witches¡¯ magic powers to Mystery Moon. Hopefully, Spear could get used to it gradually¡ªafter all, she might not have the time to study how to improve her abilities while she was a lord. Second, substituting other witches for Anna. Compared with Anna, Soraya, and Agatha (who were usually busy with work), most of the other witches didn¡¯t have to exhaust their magic powers during the day. So if the rest of their magic powers could be used to produce variable magnetic core columns, it seemed plausible. As long as the total volume of the magic powers didn¡¯t exceed that of Anna¡¯s, Spear would be able to handle it. She had once said that the passage for magic powers could be connected with more than two people at a time. Thinking of this, Roland wrote it down. Questions like who had more magic powers or how much of the magic powers should be used per day were left for the Witch Union to calculate. Undoubtedly, Wendy would be a perfect candidate since everybody trusted her. After finding solutions for this problem, the next question was how to make use of this whole new energy. Different from the steam engines, of which four to five pieces could be produced per month and would operate as long as boiling water was supplied, the number of terminal conversion machines was dependent on the number of Dawn Is. Considering the magic powers that could be used, he estimated that only three to four terminal conversion machines could be sustained in the little town. Whether to use them as source power, for boiling water, or supplying energy for light bulbs, the correct choice was imperative if the system was to operate steadily. Roland thought for a long time and finally drew a circle on the light bulbs. As for source power, electric motors exceeded steam engines in such aspects as stable rotating rates, easy maneuverability, and automatization. But the power supplied by steam engines was enough for the time being. He had also visualized some high-end electric equipment, such as electric cars that commuted between Longsong Stronghold and the little town, or electric airships that were accessible to ordinary people. But such equipment wasn¡¯t so cost effective¡ªto make it work, Anna or other witches had to stop their work for a day. The same was true with boiling water, which could simply be solved by a boiler and firewood could. Even though several workers needed to be hired to attend to and maintain the steam engines, it was still more economical than using magic powers. After all, the magic powers weren¡¯t that abundant. Furthermore, lighting is more significant¡ªa stable and clean source of light could greatly increase the residents¡¯ happiness and render them better study conditions at night. After all, not everybody wants to read a book under the dim candle light after a day¡¯s stressful work. Besides, doing something like seizing the legendary thunder power and using it for daily life would help eliminate suspicion and enhance scientific spirit. This was probably the civilians¡¯ most intuitive understanding of electricity¡¯s applications. As astonishing as airships and electric cars may sound, they were too far away from people¡¯s daily life. More importantly, the weak candle light simply couldn¡¯t meet the needs for night production. With light bulbs, the factories would be able to sustain production even at night, and the workers could even work on three shifts if necessary, which meant the work efficiency in the little town would be further improved. After setting the direction of development, there were still a series of problems to be solved to achieve his goals, such as light bulb manufacturing, line construction, power supply schemes, and the promotion of electricity utilization, etc. But these problems could be considered later. With this thought, Roland called Wendy. ¡°Do you intend to calculate the daily consumption and the surplus of my sisters¡¯ magic powers, and transfer them to Mystery Moon according to the plan?¡± Wendy asked, after hearing Roland¡¯s statement. ¡°Yes. Those combat witches who have fixed missions can be excluded from your calculation though.¡± The prince nodded. ¡°What do you think?¡± Essentially, they were to gather the magic powers left after the witches¡¯ ability practice, mission consumption, and emergency preparation, and use them to produce the Dawn I. Such an arrangement could not only put the magic powers of witches into full play, but could also enhance the effects of their practice, which was helpful to the promotion of their magic powers on the annual Days of Awakening. ¡°I think Hummingbird and Echo would be happy,¡± Wendy said with a smile, ¡°because they can then be as useful as Anna. But how will the magic power surplus be measured?¡± ¡°By using the Stone of Measurement, which was a universal method used by the Union.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± She bowed slightly. ¡°Right, today is the Day of Adulthood for Lucia. Should we gather all the members of the union to accompany her?¡± Roland was shocked a bit. ¡°Oh¡­ I¡¯ve almost forgotten it.¡± ¡°There are so many things for you to remember,¡± Wendy said softly. ¡°I¡¯ve written down every sister¡¯s growth history on this notebook so that nothing will be missed.¡± After Anna¡¯s Day of Awakening, Lightning, Nana, and Echo had also passed their ¡°second birthday¡± in succession. But the Day of Adulthood was actually more meaningful and it could be taken as a special Day of Awakening. Although they happened on the same day, the bite of magic power that one suffered on the Day of Adulthood was several times stronger than usual. Unless the witches could master how to eliminate the pain caused by biting, the Day of Adulthood could be a matter of life and death. After adulthood, the witches¡¯ abilities would be stabilized while getting considerable improvements at the same time, and some witches could even develop derivative skills, which was as significant as evolution. ¡°OK. I¡¯ll prepare a rich dinner tonight.¡± Roland said softly, ¡°Besides the Witch Union, I¡¯ll be there to accompany her as well.¡± Chapter 426 Chapter 426: The Shining Starlight Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After dinner, the witches gathered in Lucia White¡¯s room. Touched by their encouragement and comfort, she could feel her tear-filled eyes. She inhaled deeply with her eyes shut, willing herself not to cry. ¡°No crying. It¡¯s embarrassing enough to cry out loud in front of Nightingale, not to mention in front of my little sister. I must set a good example for her,¡± Lucia chided herself. She had only heard about a witch organization situated here before she boarded the boat towards the town. She was not hoping to live a good life here but simply to find a cure for her sister¡¯s demonic plague and a shelter. What they found was not only a comfortable life, but a group of people with so much in common that they soon became like family. She felt at home again for the first time since her parents¡¯ death in the pirate attack. ¡°Is my sister really in danger?¡± Bell asked while resting in Lucia¡¯s arms, ¡°How painful is a magic power bite?¡± ¡°Unbearable pain, it feels just like thousands of knives stabbing you from the inside of your body.¡± Nightingale grinned. ¡°Only a few witches can survive this. There are probably only one or two out of ten witches who can survive their Day of Adulthood.¡± The little girl shivered. ¡°You don¡¯t scare her.¡± Wendy stared at Nightingale. ¡°That was all the way back to the time of Witch Cooperation Association.¡± ¡°All you need to do now is to keep on practicing every day and release all your magic power before the Day of Awakening, then you¡¯ll be fine,¡± Scroll said, smiling. ¡°I heard that even Anna was asleep when she was growing into her adulthood.¡± ¡°And her first High Awakening appeared at the same time,¡± Agatha yawned. ¡°It¡¯d definitely cause a stir if it happened 400 years ago back in Taquila, as there¡¯s never any witch who could come to enlightenment in their sleep.¡± ¡°Are you alright?¡± His Highness looked at her and asked, ¡°Even though work¡¯s important, you should not push yourself too hard.¡± ¡°The Battle of Divine Will is approaching. If I¡¯m not busy with it now¡­¡± Agatha said with her hands covering her mouth, ¡°it would not be an issue to sleep forever if we fail this time.¡± ¡°We won¡¯t fail for sure this time.¡± Prince Roland assured. ¡°I decided to do a little bit more as I was feeling optimistic about your invention.¡± Ice Witch rolled her eyes at him, ¡°Otherwise, do you really think that I like to stay in the lab every day?¡± With these words, she turned around and muttered to herself softly, ¡°I wouldn¡¯t be able to do anything to you even if you don¡¯t fulfill your promise¡­¡± ¡°Well, you shouldn¡¯t discuss such a heavy story at this time.¡± Wendy interrupted and said, ¡°Oh yeah, didn¡¯t Miss Agatha mention before that each of the witches shall be granted a wish on the Day of Awakening? It¡¯s Lucia¡¯s turn this time; what would you like to wish for?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ me?¡± Lucia was shocked to find that she was the center of attention in the knot of witches. ¡°Get the ice cream bread in exchange, sister!¡± Bell said with her eyes sparkling, ¡°10 of them will do, and we¡¯ll have a half each!¡± ¡°This one¡­ all you can think of is food,¡± she thought and gave her sister a good knock on her forehead. Then she looked towards Roland. ¡°May I keep this wish for now?¡± ¡°If you wish.¡± He could not help but smile and say, ¡°However it would not increase even if you keep it.¡± ¡°Only one will do,¡± Lucia answered with gratitude. She had nothing more to ask for herself as long as she could live in this town. All she could hope for was for Bell to live a happy life. Her younger sister was not a witch, so she would have to leave her and build her own family with someone someday. This wish might be able to help her if there were any changes by then. It was then that Lucia felt her empty body tremble suddenly and the magic power was regenerated as if it was appearing in the void and pouring into her body continuously. ¡°It¡¯s started.¡± Nightingale reminded. Even though the sisters told her not to worry, she grasped the blanket tightly, as a chill washed over her palms and the soles of her feet. This she ascribed to an overwhelming sensation of tension. ¡°Relax,¡± Wendy said, reaching for her hands. ¡°The magic power is part of our body.¡± ¡°Should we talk about something else to distract her?¡± Lucia heard someone, perhaps Lily, ask. ¡°What should we talk about?¡± Mystery Moon asked. ¡°What about the result of the second test?¡± Lily¡¯s voice seemed to come from far away. ¡°Normally once the topic¡¯s brought up, she immediately changes the subject and diverts attention, like what about Mystery Moon¡¯s results¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say!¡± ¡°Look, it works.¡± Lucia wanted to laugh but she realized that the expression on her face was very stiff and it was scorching hot inside her body. At the same time, there was an undefinable sense of contraction and increasingly more magic power as if she was sucking everything around her into her body. Will every witch experience this feeling in her Day of Adulthood? ¡°What was Lucia¡¯s result?¡± She could only hear Mystery Moon intermittently. ¡°Her average was 86,¡± Prince Roland replied. ¡°Wh¡­ what?¡± ¡°That¡¯s very high!¡± ¡°You see, she didn¡¯t even try to stop us.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve failed, so it¡¯s time for punishment!¡± ¡°Go away!¡± ¡°Hold on¡­ Stop fighting, Lucia doesn¡¯t seem to look right.¡± She could hear the conversation between Mystery Moon, Lily and finally Nightingale¡¯s voice, but she realized the voices of the witches had become distant to her. Lucia was clenching her teeth and she held her head up to look at the sisters around her. She was shocked to see the completely changed scene. Everyone¡¯s appearance became hazy and pixilated like a composition of innumerable squares¡ªsome big, some small and each of them had a different color. She wanted to scream in terror but all she could hear was the hissing sound in her breath. The contraction in her body was getting stronger and it started to cause a vague but growing sense of pain. Lucia could only hold her breath and see people around her starting to get busy. It was exactly like Nightingale said, the pain in the Day of Adulthood was far beyond the pain of the awakening. The more persistent she was, the stronger the pain became; it felt as if she was being cut into pieces. Suddenly, a strange magic power probed her body. Lucia could clearly feel the magic power did not belong to herself. It was just like a tube ridden in the magic whirlpool. She could not bear it any longer, subconsciously yielding to the overwhelming power and allowing the current to carry her. As if she had finally found her savior, Lucia kept injecting the magic power into it to suppress the pain in her body. The strange contraction eased after a period of time. The magic power no longer twirled around but it felt substantial and solid; it was a completely different experience. She blinked and was relieved to find that her vision had fully returned. Looking at a fearful Bell, Lucia patted her head and reassured her in a hoarse voice, ¡°It¡¯s alright now.¡± This was when she realized that she was soaked in sweat. She could feel the chill on her back when the cold wind blew. ¡°Wait, how could there be any wind in a room with the heater on?¡± When she turned her head, she was shocked to see the huge gaps in the wall facing the garden and the two missing windows that allowed the cold air to swarm in. She could see the dark night and the tiny little lights of the small town through the gap. Standing in front of the wall was Anna, looking at her with concern. The Sigil of God¡¯s Will in her hand glimmered. ¡°Her ability has crystallized,¡± Nightingale said. Chapter 427 Chapter 427: The Aftermath Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland walked into the office yawning as the sky turned bright. He had not expected so many accidents on the Day of Adulthood. It was supposed to be an easy day. The magic in Lucia¡¯s body became extremely turbulent. Nightingale realized something was wrong with her expression. It was exactly the sign of the magic power bite. It was incredible that this was happening to a witch who practiced frequently, especially since she had released all her magic power prior to her Day of Adulthood. Agatha came out with a solution. As an ex-member of the Union she had witnessed countless witches awaken. She quickly thought of a remedy. Ice Witch made Spear Passi summon the magic power channel and release the bite from Lucia¡¯s body. Then it was transferred to Anna who had the greatest capacity. Finally, the restless magic power was absorbed by the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. Surprisingly, the released magic power had lit up four God¡¯s Stones and activated the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. Anna released it into the open space without further hesitation. Suddenly, the town was brightened by the golden sun. The dazzling light shone through the castle wall and pierced through the dark, starless sky. The thick clouds could be seen in the dark sky and there were thousands of tassels flowing in the sky. It was incredibly beautiful. Although it only lasted for a few moments, the scene was undoubtedly miraculous. Lucia was finally safe and she had developed a new ability during this adulthood transformation, just like Anna had a year ago. However, it was not without trouble. The accident had happened around eight o¡¯clock at night, when most people were still awake. Quite a number of people must have witnessed this spectacular event. Roland would have to come up with an explanation to the public when he returned to his room. ¡°Your Highness, Director Barov asked to see you,¡± the door guard informed after knocking on the door. ¡°Let him in.¡± Barov with a head full of white hair walked into the office. Before he paying his respect, he blatantly asked, ¡°Your Highness, what happened last night? How come there was daylight appearing in the night?¡± He was indeed here about the light. Roland took a glance at his face and saw dark circles. He probably had not slept either. If outsiders were not strictly prohibited from entering the castle at night, he would have come to the door last night. ¡°No hurry. Have a seat.¡± Roland pointed at the chair in front of the table and said, ¡°Have a cup of black tea first.¡± Roland mentioned the incident of Lucia¡¯s adulthood after pouring a glass of hot tea. ¡°It was just an accident, don¡¯t worry too much.¡± ¡°So¡­ this was caused by a witch?¡± The City Hall Director frowned. ¡°Don¡¯t be silly. It was not the demonic side.¡± Roland quickly guessed the other party¡¯s thought. ¡°No one was hurt aside from the missing wall of this old, broken castle.¡± ¡°But the villagers will think this,¡± Barov shook his head. ¡°Most of them accepted the harmless healing power of Miss Nana but not the ability to destroy the castle like this, causing astonishing changes in the sky.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I came up with a solution,¡± said Roland while sipping his tea. ¡°You¡¯ll arrange for your men to spread this news: the golden light that appeared last night was from when His Highness captured lightning, in order to bring light to his people.¡± ¡°What?¡± Barov was stunned. ¡°I¡¯ll soon be building the power supply equipment in Border Town. It has a similar essence to the lightning in the sky.¡± Prince Roland explained briefly. He knew he was speaking technically and the other party could hardly understand. ¡°This equipment can light up the town brightly even during the night. It coincides with the news.¡± ¡°Is that¡­ Is that true?¡± The director asked in surprise, ¡°Can you really make lightning?¡± ¡°It¡¯s everywhere by itself,¡± Roland shrugged and said, ¡°however, please remember that it¡¯s just hearsay, so it shall be spread according to ¡®the Art of Rumor¡¯. Do you understand?¡± In order to prevent any impact on the universal education in the future, these statements should not be too democratic. It would be fine as long as an ambiguous explanation could temporarily be given to the public to redirect the discussion towards himself. Not too long after Barov left, Karl Van Bate, the Minister of Construction came to the castle. ¡°Your Highness, regarding last night¡­¡± ¡°I know what you want to ask,¡± Roland put his hand on his forehead. ¡°Sit down first and we¡¯ll talk.¡± He sighed silently to himself. Perhaps he would have to explain this incident for the entire day. Fortunately, Karl was not a deep thinker like Barov, and he simply sighed after listening and said, ¡°It turns out Anna has already become so strong.¡± ¡°It was indeed a decisive disposition at the time.¡± Roland agreed. ¡°If there was any further delay, I¡¯m afraid it would have been not only the wall that disappeared but the whole bedroom instead.¡± ¡°The gap in the wall¡­¡± ¡°Just fill it in with bricks. You can go ahead to arrange an exact plan as long as it¡¯s done before the nightfall. I¡¯ll get Lightning and Hummingbird to help you with this.¡± Prince Roland said. The appearance of the castle would need to be restored after mending the wall. He would get Soraya to paint a simulation coating on it. ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± As expected, Carter Lannis, the Chief Knight; Iron Axe, the instructor of the First Army and Kyle Sichi, the alchemist, were taking turns to ask about yesterday¡¯s incident and each of them had a different concern. Carter was concerned about whether she was hurt. Iron Axe was concerned that the light had been caused by the demons¡¯ attack. However, what concerned Kyle was¡­ which was more powerful, the Sigil of God¡¯s Will or the nitric acid glycerine? The men were finally dismissed after a series of non-stop talking and explanations by Roland. He leaned back in his chair, getting ready to take a nap but someone was knocking on the door again. The last to enter was Tilly Wimbledon. ¡°No worries. Yesterday was¡­¡± ¡°I already know about it.¡± Lady Tilly interrupted. ¡°I asked Miss Anna before I came here and she told me what happened.¡± ¡°Oh, I see.¡± Roland cleared his throat and sat up straight. ¡°Anything else?¡± ¡°I¡¯m just a little concerned with the cause.¡± Tilly said slowly, ¡°According to Miss Agatha, be it awakening or adulthood, as long as a certain amount of practice is carried out normally, it shouldn¡¯t cause any sign of magic power bite. It¡¯s basically in line with what we¡¯ve learned from past experience. It¡¯s never happened to any of the witches on the Sleeping Island, so how could Lucia be the one who fell into the bite of the magic power?¡± She paused here for a little, shook her head and said with a smile, ¡°As for the High Awakening, I¡¯m not surprised¡­ I¡¯ve seen a few of them each day since I arrived in Border Town.¡± A few of them each day, that¡¯s an extreme exaggeration¡­ Roland thought, he poured her a cup of tea. Contemplating for a moment, he said, ¡°I do have a preliminary guess regarding Lucia¡¯s misfortune.¡± He pulled out a transcript from the drawer and handed it to Tilly. ¡°This¡¯s probably the reason.¡± Chapter 428 Chapter 428: An Exploration of Magic Power Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°¡­ Grades?¡± Tilly took the transcript, glanced at it doubtfully, and said, ¡°She did improve a lot.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Roland nodded. ¡°As a businessman¡¯s daughter in Valencia, Lucia White already had basic writing and arithmetic skills, and she also performed well in the natural theory course. That¡¯s why her grades are so good.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not questioning your theory that ¡®a better understanding and cognition of the world can help develop abilities,¡¯ ¡± replied Tilly, twitching her mouth, ¡°but what does it have to do with the bite of magic power?¡± ¡°Judging from the evolution of Lily, Leaf, and Mystery Moon, as well as other witches, we can tell that evolution also increases witches¡¯ magic power limits. I think such limits have a lot to do with how well witches perceive the world.¡± Combining what Agatha referred to as ¡°ancient High Awakening¡± and the evolution of the town witches¡¯ abilities, Roland explained his theory in details. ¡°They¡¯re essentially the same thing. However, witches who evolved by partial or random enlightenment are far less powerful than those who evolved by a full, comprehensive understanding of the world¡ªMystery Moon is a typical example. Although she¡¯s a member of the Witch Union, her evolution was achieved through enlightenment, so her magic power isn¡¯t in the same league as Anna¡¯s and Soraya¡¯s.¡± Tilly soon learned what Roland meant after a moment of reflection, ¡°You mean the reason Miss Lucia¡¯s magic power was low both on normal days and her Day of Awakening is that her body has adjusted to a certain level of magic power? Yet her ability evolved when she entered adulthood, which resulted in an instant surge in her magic power, and so much power was far more than she could take, right?¡± ¡°Pretty much like that, but I prefer to think there are two different types of power increases.¡± Roland continued, counting on his fingers, ¡°Magic power increases on the Day of Awakening, on the Day of Adulthood, and during evolution. The effects seem the same, but I believe the first two are passive, while the last is voluntary.¡± ¡°Why do you think so?¡± ¡°Because evolution won¡¯t cause magic power bites,¡± the prince replied slowly. ¡°If this wasn¡¯t the case, Anna would have been killed by the surge of magic power during her evolution. I assume there¡¯s a magic power redline for witches. Once they go beyond it, they¡¯ll suffer from bites. Daily practice can gradually increase their limits, and that¡¯s also why witches need to empty all their magic power before awakening.¡± ¡°Redline? It sounds interesting¡­¡± Tilly murmured, sinking into her thoughts. ¡°Do you think the outpouring of magic power that was generated by Miss Lucia¡¯s evolution resulted in insufficient space for magic power on the Day of Awakening, which led her to exceed the power limit and thus caused the accident?¡± ¡°Correct. Like Lucia, Anna experienced her first evolution when she reached adulthood, but her magic power capacity was incredible, so she had a much higher limit for bites than ordinary witches.¡± Roland paused for a moment. ¡°This also explains why Lucia went back to normal after Spear extracted the agitated magic power¡ªthat power didn¡¯t belong to her anyway.¡± ¡°Your theory¡­ does clarify a lot of problems.¡± Tilly pushed her hair behind her ear and propped up her chin on her hand, apparently absorbed in thoughts. ¡°Why witches present different forms of magic power despite their power sharing the same origin? Why free magic power can only be seen upon witches¡¯ awakenings? Because witches can¡¯t integrate it unless they accept it.¡± Roland said with a smile, ¡°We can view awakening as drawing magic power in, but only a small part of it can be retained. Evolution expands and develops this small part, and the greater cognitive breadth a witch possesses, the better strengthening effects she¡¯ll obtain. It¡¯s also reasonable to assume that there¡¯s no limit on the number of times a witch can evolve, since the exploration of the world is endless.¡± ¡°I¡¯m suddenly curious.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°If you were a witch, how extensive would your power be after evolution?¡± asked Tilly, covering her smile. Roland nearly choked himself. Although he really wanted to personally experience these extraordinary powers, he would rather turn them down knowing the sacrifices he had to make. ¡°Can I bring a copy of the textbooks you wrote back to Sleeping Island?¡± Tilly asked, while raising her eyebrow. She sounded pretty casual, but Roland noticed her right hand gently grasping her skirt¡¯s hemline. ¡°Absolutely.¡± He would not miss a single chance to leave his sister a good impression, and generally speaking, it was better to respond as quickly as possible. ¡°It¡¯ll also be helpful to Border Town if the witches on Sleeping Island evolve. Besides, you¡¯re my sister.¡± Nightingale immediately pinched his left shoulder with immense strength. ¡°¡­¡± Tilly did not respond back, but simply showed her gratitude with a slight nod. ¡°Thank you, I¡¯ll be excused then.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± It looks like my performance was overdone. She probably won¡¯t be interested in this kind of approach before hearing a convincing explanation. Yet to Roland¡¯s surprise, Tilly stopped at the door, turned her head and answered quietly, ¡°Sometimes, I¡¯d rather hope that you aren¡¯t my brother.¡± ¡­ After Tilly¡¯s departure, Roland sat at his desk in a daze, with her last sentence reverberating all around his head. Would rather hope I¡¯m not her brother. What does that mean? ¡°Hey, are you OK?¡± Nightingale revealed herself, waving her finger in front of the prince. ¡°What do you think her last sentence meant?¡± ¡°How do I know?¡± Nightingale commented with a shrug. ¡°Perhaps she thinks you¡¯re better as an ally than a sibling.¡± Roland would certainly not assume anything inappropriate, since he had already known this royal princess pretty well after cooperating with her for half a winter. Could she mean that she doesn¡¯t want Prince Roland to come back? Or was it just the backlash of his lame approach? ¡°You aren¡¯t her brother anyway. Why do you even care?¡± Nightingale turned over to sit on the desk, crossing her slender legs. She thrust a piece of dried fish into her mouth and added, ¡°Plus, I could tell you were lying without even using my ability when you said ¡®you¡¯re my sister¡¯.¡± ¡°Um, is that so¡­¡± Roland stroked his nose. ¡°So the answer is the latter then?¡± ¡°Also, since Tilly isn¡¯t your real sister, is it alright to give her that Natural ¡®Something¡¯ Theory?¡± ¡°That¡¯s Natural Science Theoretical Foundation,¡± the prince corrected her with a sigh. ¡°There are several months of winter. Don¡¯t you think she can produce a copy? I bet she already knows everything by heart, but she still requested my formal permission. This definitely says something about her attitude.¡± At least from the standpoint of political alliance, there¡¯s no question in Tilly¡¯s sincerity. He waited for a moment before continuing, ¡°The residents on Sleeping Island are primarily witches. Even if all of them have evolved, they still rely on witches¡¯ power. However, I¡¯m different. The knowledge not only enables witches to progress, but ordinary people as well¡­ It¡¯s the power of all the people that I¡¯m relying on.¡± Chapter 429 Chapter 429: Element Separation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Accompanied by howling wind and raging snow, Lucia entered the backyard of North Slope Mountain and closed the door, shutting the chill out of the room. A circle of wooden sheds was pitched in the yard after winter kicked in. Although the lighting was somewhat affected, the houses here would at least not be buried in piles of snow. There was a bonfire in the yard, and Lucia could even feel the heat of its flickering flames by the door. She took off her gloves and put her freezing hands above the blazes to warm herself up. ¡°Are you cold?¡± Anna, who stood at the workstation, turned her head and beckoned. ¡°Come here, I¡¯ll warm you up.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ thank you.¡± Lucia trotted to her. Soon bathed in warm green flames that gave her a languid and relaxing sensation from head to toe, she felt like she was soaking in the bathtub of the castle. ¡°Such a convenient ability¡­¡± Lucia thought enviously. ¡°She¡¯s never afraid of the bitter cold.¡± ¡°Are you warm now?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± she affirmed, nodding vigorously. ¡°What are you making?¡± ¡°Some parts for new guns.¡± Anna grabbed a long slim steel tube with a piston in the middle and pulled it back and forth. ¡°His Highness says he¡¯s not sure if it¡¯ll work with the first shot, so it needs to be tested repeatedly.¡± These parts, bright and shiny from the outside, were apparently made from the best rolled steel and were carefully carved by the Blackfire. Before coming to the town, Lucia would have never thought that the surface of iron objects could be as smooth as glass, like artwork. She had also made a contribution to their creation. Lucia could not suppress a smile at this thought. Both Roland and Anna had said that without high-quality materials, the finished products would still be damaged goods, even with precise and refined processing methods. ¡°His Highness didn¡¯t come with you?¡± asked Anna, who withdrew her green fire. ¡°He said that he still needed to take care of something and would come a little later. He asked me to first get familiar with my new ability,¡± Lucia answered, twitching her mouth. ¡°What does your ability look like after the evolution?¡± Anna inquired with great interest. ¡°There¡¯s probably no one in the Witch Union who created a bigger stir than you did upon entering adulthood.¡± Lucia scratched her head, looking a bit embarrassed. ¡°I probably couldn¡¯t have made it without you and milord Spear.¡± ¡°You already thanked me, no need to worry about it.¡± Anna dismissed it with a wave. ¡°Let¡¯s see your new ability.¡± Lucia agreed. She summoned the magic power in her body and again sensed the same odd feeling enveloping her heart¡ªeverything became strange and obscure, dividing into numerous tiny squares that grouped together by color, forming different color speckles. However, this time she did not suffer any pain from magic power bites, so she could calm herself down and carefully observe each single square. She took one of the parts processed by Anna. There were lumps and bumps on its surface, which had been smooth and shiny earlier. With the help of the magic power, she could clearly see the color speckles on it¡ªthere were around seven or eight color blocks, the largest of which was cyan. As if an artist carelessly spilled various pigments on the floor, there were no patterns whatsoever in their arrangement. The only difference, however, was that each color speckle had visible boundaries that prevented them from mixing with each other. It occurred to Lucia that these were not the tiny particles His Highness had referred to. These ¡°squares¡± and ¡°color speckles¡± were just too big to be considered as the fundamental elements of everything. There¡¯s a larger classification than the particle, which is the element. Small particles form larger ones in accordance with different patterns and rules, and these larger particles will exhibit entirely different properties due to their various structures. Lucia used to have no idea about her own ability or its specific functions back in Valencia, but now she thoroughly understood the concept of elements. According to His Highness¡¯ description and classification, she believed it was elements that she had just observed. After hearing what Lucia saw and thought, Anna pondered for a while and said, ¡°It may be a type of derivative skill.¡± ¡°Derivative¡­ skill?¡± ¡°That¡¯s a rare talent,¡± Anna explained, smiling. ¡°There are only a few adult witches in the Witch Union who possess such a talent¡ªaccording to Agatha, it only occurs on the Day of Adulthood. Once you miss it, you miss it forever. I believe it has a lot to do with the witch¡¯s primary ability, or we can say, it supplements and strengthens the primary power. For example, Soraya needs to first mix pigments into paint if she doesn¡¯t have the magic brush. The same applies to Miss Scroll¡¯s Book of Magic. She once told me that although she could quickly memorize most of the books prior to adulthood, she couldn¡¯t share the contents with others because she didn¡¯t have any money to purchase pens and paper.¡± Anna paused for a moment before continuing. ¡°Your main ability is separation and restoration, so I reckon these color speckles may be assisting you in accurately separating a specific type of element¡ªyou can give it a shot to see whether you can separate a particular color block or not.¡± Lucia nodded. She started to once again apply her power to the pig iron ingot by the workstation. Unlike the separation earlier, this time she cautiously transformed her magic power into a filament to pull the cyan squares. The whole process was much harder than she expected. Lucia had never manipulated her magic power in such a laborious manner, but she was delighted to see her progress. Compared with her confusion prior to adulthood, she was now able to truly feel the magic power, as if it had become her own fingers¡ªeven an extension of her consciousness. As more filaments clung to the color speckle, the squares finally started to loosen up and wriggle out of the iron ingot. Meanwhile, the rest of the color speckles also changed¡ªtheir distinct boundaries began to wobble, and the whole iron ingot collapsed and crumbled into a yellow green crystal as small as half of a nail, next to which appeared a box-like iron block. Lucia withdrew her power and wiped the perspiration from her forehead. She noticed the crystal and the block displayed different colors under the magic power than with normal vision¡ªthe previous cyan speckle had turned silver white, which was a color usually seen among pure iron. Nevertheless, the crystal still remained colorful, but if she did not look at it using her magic power, it just looked like a polished gemstone. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Lucia gently took the tiny crystal. Its size was not even close to that of the iron ingot, but it looked much more beautiful. ¡°It¡¯s probably a compound formed by the other elements in the pig iron,¡± Anna suggested, her eyes glistening. ¡°I¡¯m not sure, but I can do a small experiment to verify it. If I¡¯ve guessed right, do you know what that means? It means that you can separate some elements from an object and reorganize the rest of the elements, instead of breaking them up¡­ Any useless, poor-quality materials can be reborn with the help of your power.¡± Chapter 430 Chapter 430: ¡°The Star of Steel¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It was the last month of winter in Border Town after Lucia¡¯s day of adulthood. As for the Months of Demons, the end of winter did not mean the end of the snow. The snow would often continue to fall until the spring of the second year, and it was totally in God¡¯s hands as to when it would cease. Based on past experiences, the Months of Demons would end within the first half of the first month of spring, and it would be a very difficult period. It would be an extremely tough time if it ended within the second half of the first month. The days could become hard to survive if it delayed until the second month. However, it was a situation that only the local people ever encountered. The situation this year had been greatly improved. The wheat being stored in the granary would be enough to make sure everyone was adequately fed, even if the Months of Demons continued to the end of the second month of spring. Roland naturally would not be satisfied merely by no one being starved or frozen to death. Over the last few days, he had been sprawling across his desk, exitedly working on many drawings and the ideas for the next stage of his big plan, The entire plan was divided into both military and civilian aspects. The former included the construction of the weapon factory, the bicycle plant, and the dock as well as the shallow water gunboats and other locations. The latter mainly involved the connections for the water, heat, and electricity of the residential area in addition to the promotion of the universal use of the iron farming tools. It was Lucia White who motivated him. After he realized what her ability was, Roland clearly recognized that the final limitation of the mass production was resolved, and the productivity of the town could usher into a new peak of the growth in the population. The limitation was the supply of materials. The modern way of smelting was very complicated, and the output of steel iron was one of the most important parameters to measure an industrial country. However, Roland did not know much about it, and this was the main reason that the iron making capacity of the town was still outdated. Not only were the techniques not as advanced, the scale was not nearly comparable with the private smeltery owned by some mining businessmen. When the iron ore in the brick blast furnace was smelt into pig iron, quality pieces would be sent away to become parts of steam engines, while the poorer quality ones would be passed to Anna for further processing into steel. However, this process was totally out of control, and the carbon content was not stable. Sometimes, the useful materials could only fill up one to two carriages after an entire workday, which greatly limited the production of the steam engine manufacturing plant. Although the low-quality pig iron could be processed into the quality-controlled rolled steel with Anna¡¯s special smelter, the production quantity was only enough for military plant use. It would basically meet the need of the small town in the fall, but with the two expansions of the army and the development of new firearms and cannons, the limited quantity of rolled steel could potentially be overstretched come winter. Lucia¡¯s evolutioncould be described as a cardiac stimulant; her targeted separation ability would allow easy removal of undesirable components in the material and regulate the elements proportions in the smelting phase, allowing each furnace of molten steel to be maintained at the same performance. The smelting standard of Border Town would instantly increase exponentially with the help of both Anna and Lucia. Roland had already got Anna to put down all the other projects on hand in order to concentrate on the creation of the enormous, latest generation smelter for this reason. The new smelter was 10 times bigger in size compared with the old special smelter designed by her previously, extending to 50 meters in length, 10 meters in width and four meters in height. It looked like a slender swimming pool at the first glance. It was essentially similar to the last generation special furnace; it was still a metal box without any heating equipment and fully independent on Anna¡¯s Blackfire. However, it was buried in the ground, relying on the soil to support the pressure of the molten iron on the walls. There was also an aisle built in the center for Anna to heat up the iron ingots on both sides at the same time. The huge volume was its only advantage. Based on the previous smelting method, it would contain too much of product for only the limestones used for removal purposes; it also required a lot of effort to clean the impurities generated and would be very painstaking to reinforce and stir them. Thus, it should not be mass produced or used with the old method. However, there was no such concern now. As long as the pig iron was melted, Lucia could eliminate the harmful components, such as phosphorus and sulfur. Roland intended to build a batch of kilns along with the old blast and shaft furnaces. He was only responsible for the initial smelting, and he did not care about the quality of the finished product as long as the ore could be melted into the rectangular iron ingots, all of which were then put into the new smelter for secondary refining. The molten steel formed would flow through the strobe into the mold at the lower terrain and directly form the materials to be processed. After that, the steam engine plant would be converted into rolled steel production, and it would bring a powerful new source of motivation to the town. Roland was going to name the latest smelter ¡°Star of Steel¡±. As soon as Anna completed the manufacturing, the steel production of the town would be more than 10 times higher with the Star of Steel officially in use. It could be said that the latest large-scale production plan was built on this basis. Furthermore, the development of the state-of-the-art light-weight weapon had come to a conclusion. Roland discovered that his initial idea was not appropriate. He had designed a few prototype weapons himself based on the principle of the latest pneumatic automatic rifle, which simply used some of the high pressure gas generated while the bullet was fired to finish the process of ejecting, chambering and re-filling. This project took about half a month. It was not difficult but it needed to test each of the components repeatedly to make sure it operated normally. He did not bother to memorize the specific structure of the rifle. As long as he knew the operation of the weapon, he thought he would definitely be able to piece together a useful weapon after a few tries. That was exactly where the problem lay. The completed prototype machine was not only humongous, it also consisted of almost one hundred different components which were all custom-made by Anna. These included small little gadgets like springs, the firing pins, and the induction pistons. It was really hard to mass produce such a weapon with the current machine tool. If all the revolving rifles in the soldiers¡¯ hands were to be replaced by automatic weapons, it would not only increase Anna¡¯s burden, but the current firearms processing equipment units that had been put into production would be wasted as well. Additionally, the ammunition consumption was undoubtedly going to increase significantly if all the soldiers were equipped with the automatic weapons. Roland did not care too much about this in the beginning as he felt that it could be resolved by increasing manpower. However, he soon discovered that as soon as the new weapon was put into production, it could easily overtake the entire production of the acid plant. The frequent cartridge jamming during the shooting test, failure to fire, and the other small issues had become less important as he reaized that the weapon production was not feasible. He finally dispelled the idea of mass replacement of the automatic weapons after repeated contemplation. However, increasing the firepower of the military had become an urgent need. He began to shift his focus on continuous firing weapons. He was considering the heavy machine gun. A heavy machine gun could be assigned to 20 to 50 people in order to significantly reduce the number of weapons. In this case, both of the most critical problems would be solved easily. It could also be self-loaded with the use of a ventilation method; the structure was similar to the trial manufacture of the prototype weapons. It could be put into the principal test after a few alterations, and it could be built in a bigger size with bigger components. The difficulty to himself, Anna, and Lucia would be greaty reduced. Chapter 431 Chapter 431: From the Kingdom of Dawn Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Apart from the upgraded heavy machine gun, Roland also planned to develop a bolt rifle which would have a mid to long shooting range. He did not need many, a mere hundred or so would suffice. The rifle would have the same caliber as the heavy machine gun, and could be easily transformed into a sniper rifle by simply installing a gun sight. In this way, he could continue to manufacture revolving firearms and black powder bullets without a huge waste of the products. During a battle, soldiers could use field artilleries to suppress enemy forces within 800 to 1,000 meters and heavy machines guns 500 to 800 meters. Snipers could take care of enemies in less than 500 meters, and revolving rifles could be used to clear out enemies within the last 200 meters. Therefore he could, in theory, make sure every inch of the battle field was covered. Of course, it would probably take three or four months to fully equip his army with the whole set of weapons he planned to make. He might not be able to complete it before the spring attack. Therefore, he needed another weapon, an inland river gunboat equipped with a culverin with a 152mm caliber. One would be enough to pressure on enemies when he launched the attack. Roland felt he held more responsibilities upon his shoulders than before. He thought of the founding ceremony subsequent to the Months of Demons, the unification of the entire Western Region and the new population that would swarm in after he kicked Timothy off the throne. He even wished time could have slowed down its pace, and that the Months of Demons hadn¡¯t ended so soon. ******************* Upon entering the Western Region, the landscape started to change. Otto Luoxi lifted up the blinds and peeped through the window. Heaven and earth were washed out altogether. The sky was covered with dense snowflakes which swirled in the harsh wind, drifted down to the ground and blended into the vast canvas of whiteness. It seemed that the heavy snow would never cease. He could see nothing other than piles of snow cloaking the soil, rocks and woods in the past two days. If the boat was not wobbly, he would even think it remained on the river. ¡°Shut the blinds.¡± The captain grunted. ¡°Go out on the deck if you really want to see it. Nobody will care.¡± He did not take the captain¡¯s words personally, but shut the blinds and asked, ¡°Does it always look like this here?¡± ¡°Of course, do you think I was bluffing?¡± The captain sipped wine from his decanter and said, ¡°Every year when the Months of the Demons arrives, the Western Region is cut off because of the snow. There¡¯s no way to get here except through the Redwater River. I can use my fingers to count how many people in the entire King¡¯s City are willing to ferry you over here in this bloody weather. Well, they also gotta have a boat.¡± He grumbled, letting out a burp. ¡°So five gold royals is an awfully good deal. You got it?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a bit expensive, but I didn¡¯t bargain with you when I paid,¡± said Otto, smiling. ¡°That sounds better.¡± The Captain tossed the decanter to him and said, ¡°It¡¯s warm. Drink some. It¡¯ll warm you up.¡± He wiped his mouth and continued, ¡°There was once this tradesman who wanted to purchase goods from the Western Region faster than anyone else, but he didn¡¯t want to pay a little more for the fare, so he asked the rats on the black street to ferry him. You know what? That fellow was killed halfway. Those few mercenaries he brought with him were craps. They all ended up feeding the fishes.¡± ¡°That was¡­ really unfortunate.¡± Otto took the decanter, but did not pull out the cork to drink the wine. Instead, he took off his gloves and held the decanter in his hands. He really did not feel comfortable sharing drinks with others. ¡°You get what you pay for. It¡¯s a universal rule. There¡¯re always people who think they can get away with it. Did it never occur to him that if rats agree to provide him with the service at such a low price, how are we going to run our business?¡± The captain added, twitching his mouth, ¡°By the way, what¡¯s your trade in the Western Region? Don¡¯t you blame me for not reminding you. There used to be jewelry and furs in this damn place, but you can¡¯t get anything from here now.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Otto marveled, pretending to be interested. ¡°As far as I know, don¡¯t they make a living on these trades? Have people in the Western Region all become bandits now?¡± ¡°They¡¯re stale news now.¡± The captain lit his pipe with the charcoal fire and inhaled deeply. ¡°Ever since Prince Roland ruled Border Town, the Western Region has become weird. You know the town is well known for its furs and jewelry, but nobody knows what the hell the prince is messing around with in his territory. Now there¡¯re only imports but no exports. Some jewelry still gets sold in the Longsong Stronghold, but the noble has their specific ways to get a hold of it. You can¡¯t butt in.¡± ¡°Only imports but no exports?¡± He echoed, stunned. ¡°Yes. Although you can¡¯t purchase local products, sales are pretty good. You can pretty much sell out everything from food and garments all the way to fabrics and general goods. No one knows where Prince Roland got so many gold royals from.¡± The captain breathed out some smoke and concluded, ¡°So you¡¯re very likely to return empty-handed this time.¡± Otto put on a worried look without giving any response. In fact, he did not really care whether this would be a fruitless journey, as his sole purpose was to meet the lord of Border Town. However, due to the hostile relationship between Roland and Timothy, he had to be disguised as a tradesman and come to the border in secret. Before taking off, he had already conducted a thorough investigation of his destination. As its name suggested, Border Town was insignificant to neighbors. It was initially built for the purpose of monitoring the intrusion of demonic beasts, and was later transformed into a town for permanent residence. From the prince¡¯s widespread notoriety and the wasteland he was entitled, it was widely believed that Prince Roland was the least favorite of the king, and had been abandoned to his fate on the border. However, the truth was, not only did he settle down in the Western Region, but he had also become a big threat to the new king. This was what confused Otto the most. If Prince Roland was indeed a capable man, what was his infamy based on and how had he put himself in such a desperate position in the first place? According to his information, the rise of Roland Wimbledon was just incredible. As a matter of fact, it was more like the prince had been banished to Border Town a year ago, accompanied by no ministers or guards. Even the knights with him were dispatched by the king. It was almost impossible for him to force the local noble to submit to his rules with such inadequate resources, not to mention the implementation of his policies. Therefore, a lot of people treated his arrival as a joke. Nevertheless, Prince Roland defeated Duke Ryan and conquered the Longsong Stronghold, becoming the true ruler of the Western Region in merely six months. There were various rumors about the battle among the mass. Some believed the duke was killed during an internal rebellion, while others thought he¡¯d been thrown from horseback, which was why the knightage failed to compete against a group of miners. Roland thus secured his position as ruler of the Western Region. The wars induced by the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince had become increasingly intense. With Prince Gerald and Princess Garcia being killed in succession and Princess Tilly missing, cities in the Southern Territory and the Eastern Region were devastated by the constant chaos. Only the Western Region remained tranquil and peaceful. This was certainly not due to the benevolence of the new king, but that the armies sent by Timothy had never come back. Otto was very curious about what on earth Roland had done to foster such fierce soldiers. ¡°Captain, Border Town is right at the front.¡± The sailor pushed the cabin door open and reported, ¡°We¡¯re almost there.¡± ¡°Ah, finally!¡± The captain tapped the pipe and yelled, ¡°Lower the sail, raise the flag and tell the dockmen that we¡¯re here! I¡¯m going to a tavern to have a good sip.¡± He looked at Otto and reminded him, ¡°Hey, don¡¯t you forget your luggage. See you in a week. I¡¯m not waiting for you if you run late.¡± Otto shrugged his shoulders, showing no objections. Out of all the rumors about Prince Roland, the one he cared about most was that the prince had given himself up to demons and was hiring witches in secret. This was believed to be the real reason he was able to quickly crush the duke and occupy the whole Western Region, the evidence of which was the burned church in the Stronghold, the murder of the Priest and the expulsion of believers. He came here actually because of this rumor. Otto did not care about whether the prince was trading with demons or hiring witches, as long as the prince was on the opposite side of the church. In this regard, Roland was more beneficial to the Kingdom of Dawn than Timothy. The cabin suddenly shook violently when the boat was ashore. Chapter 432 Chapter 432: An Encounter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Since his trip was kept confidential, obviously there would be nobody greeting him. Therefore, Otto did not plan to go straight to the castle, but to first spend one or two days looking at the prince¡¯s territory before turning to local rats for information, as a picture was worth a thousand words. He walked out of the cabin and onto the trestle, and was immediately astonished at what he saw. This is¡­ really a borderland wharf? The dock areas were built with russet colored bricks within several hundred paces from the river bank. Trestles were built at certain intervals, with a sign where the trestle and the dock connected, on which there was a number. Otto counted them roughly. There were 26 in total, all of which were neatly displayed like tentacles extending from the bank. Some were covered with snow while others revealed the tawny planks beneath. This indicated the town¡¯s wharf was well taken care of even during the Months of the Demons. In comparison, the trestles at the dock of King¡¯s City were less than half the ones here in terms of both length and number! However, what stunned him more was the boats at the wharf. A line of colossal gray boats he had never seen were at berth not far away. There were seven or eight in total, each of which had a shallow waterline with no sail or mast. Nonetheless, they were definitely too big to be operated by poles. One unique feature of these strange boats was the giant wooden tire on either side and the bulky iron pipe in the middle. They looked different from any inland river boats. Otto stood there and watched them for quite a while. He was still trying to figure out how these weird ¡°tire boats¡± were operated when it began to snow. He brushed the snow off his head, put these thoughts behind him, and decided to follow the crew to the town. Apparently, Otto was not the only passenger on the ¡°Downwind¡± from King¡¯s City. He watched the crew unloading cargo and piling it up at the wharf. Several guards wearing black uniforms were jotting something down on the paper. They seemed to be examining the goods, as they picked out a couple of bags every now and then. ¡°Who are those people? The mercenaries hired by buyers?¡± Otto went to ask the captain. ¡°Huh? Mercenaries?¡± The captain beamed, ¡°Those guys are patrollers in Border Town.¡± ¡°Patrollers?¡± He was puzzled. Weren¡¯t they the same as bandits? He remembered the first time he left King¡¯s City, the patrollers there blackmailed him for two silver royals, which he later learned was actually a common practice everywhere. These patrollers were sort of the rivals of underground rats, but they basically did the same thing. The difference was they charged more and often charged for nothing. However, to Otto¡¯s surprise, the captain seemed pretty relaxed, still smoking his pipe leisurely without any intention to stop them, nor did he thrust them silver royals or ask the patrollers to leave. ¡°I thought the same thing when I came here for the first time.¡± The captain explained, seeming to have read his mind, ¡°The patrollers here are different. As long as you follow their rules, you don¡¯t need to pay anything before entering the market.¡± ¡°Patrollers¡¯ rules?¡± Otto doubted, frowning. ¡°Even the bandits here talk about rules, and they also note things down. They probably write nothing but wriggly symbols, but this is already more than enough to blow my mind.¡± ¡°What are they recording?¡± he questioned. ¡°The types and numbers of goods¡­ especially wheat,¡± the captain answered, throwing up his hands. ¡°Goods will be checked after being delivered to the market. This is to prevent you from selling them to others halfway. The food here can only be sold by the lord. Of course, I don¡¯t have wheat in my cargo, so it¡¯s going to be fast.¡± All the bags were loaded to the carriages and everybody departed from the wharf, ready to set out for the market. Otto was suddenly dazzled by the scene. Is this really the most deserted territory in the Kingdom of Graycastle? Looking at the smooth, hard-surfaced road, the handsome houses along the street and people going to and fro, Otto felt the town was as thriving as City of Glow, the capital of the Kingdom of Dawn. As a noble, he had seen many magnificent buildings. Compared with the Spire of Dawn and the Great Hall of Sun, these two or three-story buildings were definitely not in the same league. Yet there was only one Spire of Dawn, which was surrounded by tumble-down houses, swampy paths, and muddy water. However, he could not find a single house here that looked even slightly worn, as if all the residences had come about at the same time. ¡°You look quite surprised,¡± the captain said, laughing. ¡°Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody was as stunned as you when they first came here. I ought to say Border Town is an amazing place. See the three-story building over there? It wasn¡¯t there when I was here last time.¡± ¡°I heard¡­ that it used to be a mining base here.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯ve heard too, but who knows the truth,¡± he commented, picking the nose. ¡°You know a lot of times rumors fly and truth walks. Perhaps there¡¯s tons of gold hidden in the North Slope Mine, and that was why His Majesty sent his son down here¡­ After all, they¡¯re blood-related.¡± ¡°Hang on. What¡¯s that?!¡± Across the square, Otto suddenly caught a glimpse of two big colorful balloons floating in the air. Below hung a banner, which read ¡°Welcome to Border Town¡± on one side, and ¡°Join Now to Obtain the Citizen Welfare¡± on the other. ¡°The stuff above or below?¡± The captain replied, pouting, ¡°I don¡¯t know much about the floating balls up there, but as to the one below¡­ You can go to the east of the square where the Lord¡¯s notices are usually posted. The banner says they¡¯re recruiting tourists, tradesmen, and refugees from all over the world.¡± ¡°Even refugees?¡± Otto asked in dismay, ¡°What¡¯s the citizen welfare?¡± ¡°Allowance for work, food for the first two months and a shelter. Sounds pretty awesome, eh?¡± The captain explained airily, ¡°It isn¡¯t that easy to get approved. Many of my crews have tried, but none of them passed. The Lord wants someone who¡¯s loyal, not a believer of the church and has no criminal records. But holy cricket, theft is also a crime. All sailors stole at some point in their lives, don¡¯t you think? Plus, it looks very bustling here, but in fact, there¡¯re also lots of downsides as far as I can tell.¡± ¡°Such as?¡± ¡°Barely any entertainment. No casinos or whorehouses, not even a hooker on the street.¡± He coughed out a spit and continued to complain, ¡°Wouldn¡¯t you be bored to death living in a place like this?¡± The marketplace was to the north of the square. Otto decided to first take a look by himself while the captain and his crews were delivering the goods. According to the captain, there were plenty of rare finds in the convenience market on this side and the high-end market on the other. Indeed there were. Otto saw lines of racks filled with various goods. Once he lingered a little longer at a booth, there would be someone coming up to greet him. No matter what the result of the negotiation with Prince Roland would be, Otto knew this town had already drawn his attention. Just then, there was a stir among the multitude. Otto turned around and saw two ladies heading toward this side. One of them was wearing a black gown with a long dark ponytail. She had fine eyes, a cute nose and plump lips. But the coldness on her face made her look unapproachable. The other one, was completely different, looking soft and gentle. The traits of her every character were elegant and graceful like a warm spring breeze. Her gorgeous blonde hair reflected a shimmer of golden rays of the dawn. Otto felt all his blood rushed to his head at the sight of the blonde lady. He rubbed his eyes over and over again, hands slightly trembling, and was sure it was her¡­ ¡°Andrea Quinn!¡± Unable to restrain his excitement, Otto shouted aloud in the crowd. Chapter 433 Chapter 433: Unrequited Love Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Enjoy.¡± The maid placed some wine on the table and gave the three people a strange glance. ¡°If you need a refill, just pull the rope near the door.¡± ¡°Got it. You¡¯re excused.¡± Otto waved his hand, and the maid bowed and left. When the door closed, the ruckus in the lobby was blocked out, and the room immediately fell silent. Even now, his heart was still racing, and he stared intensely at Andrea, as if he was afraid she would suddenly disappear. ¡°I thought this was a dream. Belinda and Oro both think you¡¯re dead, and I never thought I¡¯d see you again¡­¡± Otto¡¯s loud outburst in the market caused Andrea to stare at him; since she responded to this name, this meant that she wasn¡¯t just a lookalike. In fact, she couldn¡¯t be anyone else, since Andrea¡¯s outstanding beauty and air of elegance were unparalleled among other girls. However, she wasn¡¯t as excited to see him as he had expected, and instead, she frowned, walked up to him, and sternly ordered him to follow her as she exited the market. ¡°She probably didn¡¯t want to cause a scene. Yes, that¡¯s right, the noble shouldn¡¯t draw attention to themselves when among commoners. I was being rude.¡± He followed the two people into a private room in a pub and finally got a chance to take a closer look at Andrea. Even after five years, she still looked the same as he remembered. If this was a dream, he hoped that it would last a little longer. ¡°This is your ex-lover?¡± The dark-haired girl whistled in awe. ¡°Since you insisted on coming, you should know when to keep your mouth shut,¡± Andrea said with a glare. ¡°Even if you stay quiet, no one will think you¡¯re mute.¡± ¡°I came to protect you,¡± said the other girl with a grin. ¡°Besides, you dragged me here to buy Tilly a birthday present, so kicking me out now would be an improper behavior for a noblewoman.¡± ¡°That depends on who the behavior is directed to.¡± Andrea scoffed. ¡°I don¡¯t have to be proper towards you.¡± ¡°This is ¡­¡± Otto didn¡¯t get a response from Andrea and felt a little awkward, so he turned to the equally stunning dark-haired girl. ¡°¡­ your friend?¡± ¡°Ashes,¡± she said quickly before Andrea could respond. ¡°Who are you, and why do you know her?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Otto Luoxi, and I come from the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± He was slightly taken aback by her interrogating tone¡ªthis Ashes girl spoke too bluntly and incisively to be an educated noblewoman, so why was Andrea in her company? ¡°I¡¯ve known Andrea since we were children, along with my sister Belinda, Oro Tokat, and the eldest son of the King of Dawn, His Highness Appen. We were all extremely close.¡± ¡°Sounds like a bunch of rich brats.¡± Ashes shrugged. ¡°You said she died?¡± ¡°That¡¯s because¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough.¡± Andrea interrupted. ¡°Belinda and Oro are right¡ªthe lady of the Quinn Family whom you knew is dead.¡± ¡°But you¡¯re right here.¡± Otto shook his head. ¡°What happened?¡± Besides the royal family, the most powerful families in the City of Glow, the capital of the Kingdom of Dawn, were the Tokat, Quinn and Luoxi families, because their heads were the King¡¯s trusted friends and held high positions. This tradition had been passed down since the founding of the Kingdom of Dawn and remained the same for Otto¡¯s generation. Andrea was the eldest daughter of the Quinn family and was outstanding in her appearance and background, so she naturally had many suitors, including Otto and Oro. However, no one expected that during a spring outing, Andrea¡¯s carriage would go out of control and fall into a canyon, an accident that even startled the king. The three families combined their efforts to search for her, and ages later, they found her battered body at the foot of the mountains. After hearing about this, Otto was depressed for a long time, because while Oro had already begun pursuing Andrea, he had not yet expressed his feelings to her. He never thought he would get the chance to do it, and he would never have expected to see her again in this foreign land. After a long pause, Andrea sighed. ¡°It wasn¡¯t an accident. ¡°W¡­ what?¡± ¡°The carriage accident five years ago was all planned by my family,¡± she whispered. ¡°Father found out that I was a witch.¡± Otto was startled. ¡°A witch?¡± ¡°Seems like you did a pretty good job of hiding your powers,¡± Ashes said, covering her mouth, ¡°since you were even able to fool your childhood friends.¡± Andrea ignored her. ¡°Yes. After father learned this, he immediately arranged for the accident to be staged¡ªI wasn¡¯t even in the carriage, and a driver and maid lost their lives for me. Then, I was sent away from the Kingdom of Dawn and settled secretly in Palisade City of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± She paused. ¡°He never actually asked for my opinion on the matter and didn¡¯t care what I thought because he was only focused on getting rid of me as quickly as possible.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s what happened¡­¡± Otto fell silent. ¡°The beloved ¡®Flower of Glow¡¯ is actually a witch. If word of this gets out, it¡¯ll greatly damage the Quinn Family name.¡± However, the staged accident also protected Andrea from harm¡ªas a member of the upper noble, he had heard many tragic stories about the sufferings of witches who fell into the hands of the church. After some hesitation, he shared his thoughts with Andrea, but she interrupted him with a cold chuckle. ¡°Protect? As long as father didn¡¯t give me up, what could the church have done? Sent the Judgement Army straight into the inner city to arrest me?¡± She raised her voice. ¡°He was Prime Minister to the King of Dawn and controlled the outer city¡¯s surveillance teams, but he didn¡¯t do anything to help me. Nana¡¯s father was only a Baron, but for the sake of his daughter, he went straight to the Lord¡¯s castle and demanded mercy from His Highness Roland, while my father simply banished me from my home. Do you call that protecting me?¡± Otto was at a loss for words, and after a long and awkward silence, he finally said hesitantly, ¡°Are¡­ are you going back?¡± ¡°Never.¡± Andrea stood up. ¡°I already said that the lady of the Quinn family died five years ago, which was exactly what father wanted.¡± ¡°Oro still leaves flowers at your grave every year. He can¡¯t forget you.¡± She walked up to the door and whispered, ¡°His love is one-sided, so he¡¯ll forget me one day.¡± As Otto watched the two people disappear from view, he lay helplessly on his chair. He was beginning to hate his cowardice. Even at that moment, he still only mentioned Oro instead of expressing his own feelings. I can¡¯t forget you either. He closed his eyes. Chapter 434 Chapter 434: The Birthday Gift Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland learned from Anna that Tilly got her twentieth birthday coming. He hadn¡¯t thought about such a thing until now. It wasn¡¯t because he was careless, but because Prince Roland¡¯s memories were like a database that he would only delve into when necessary. However, his memories rarely contained anything related to politics or occultism and mostly consisted of mischievous wrongdoings and ideas for pranks, so he revisited them less and less. Moreover, Tilly was a sore spot for Prince Roland, so everything related to her had little significance and had been buried away, as if he didn¡¯t want to recall them. Tilly¡¯s birthday didn¡¯t mean her Day of Awakening, but her actual day of birth¡ªas an Extraordinary, she didn¡¯t even know the time when she awoke as a witch, and she wouldn¡¯t experience the feeling of biting by magic power when the Months of Demons came around. Therefore, her birthday was her only important milestone. Roland scrolled through his memories and realized that since Tilly was the Queen¡¯s youngest child, King Wimbledon III used to throw her a birthday celebration in the Inner City every winter when he was still alive, which was a luxury that even his favorite child, Timothy, never received. However, besides this, he usually ignored Tilly and showed no interest in her life. Otherwise, Prince Roland wouldn¡¯t have dared to bully his little sister so much. As he continued scrolling back, he found another interesting piece of memory. Tilly¡¯s celebration on her eighteenth birthday was her most extravagant one, even surpassing the rite of passage ceremony that followed. Not only did the four border guardians come to the King¡¯s City for this celebration, but there were also gifts from the Kingdom of Dawn, the Kingdom of Wolfheart, and the Kingdom of Everwinter, and even the Fjord Islands sent an emissary delegation. Timothy and Garcia were extremely jealous and wanted to teach Tilly a lesson that she wasn¡¯t father¡¯s favorite child¡ªthe only one reason why King Wimbledon III threw her these celebrations was to make up for the loss of his queen and to console the spirit of Tilly¡¯s deceased mother. No matter how Roland felt about this theory, they both believed it at the time, so they tried to convince Prince Roland to carry out their plan on his sister. However, after Tilly taught him a lesson eight years ago, he was too scared to mess with this girl who seemed meek at first glance but had the spirit of resistance in the depth of her heart , so he refused. The two siblings were forced to act on their own. Prince Roland didn¡¯t know how they did it, but Tilly¡¯s favorite gift, the bear cubs from the Kingdom of Wolfheart, was somehow poisoned¡ªas he watched his little sister dully cradling the dead bears, Roland realized the prince had actually felt entertained. No wonder he was the scum of the royal family. Besides murder and arson, Prince Roland had done every awful thing under the sun. Either way, this was definitely an awful memory for Tilly Wimbledon. After he finished scrolling through his memories, Roland suddenly came up with an idea for a gift. He took out a sheet of paper and began drawing the picture of his gift. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Nightingale peeked him from behind. ¡°A bear?¡± ¡°Yes, a stuffed bear, the one you can sleep with at night.¡± Roland smiled. Judging from his limited gift-giving experience, he knew that most girls loved cute and furry gifts, and a life-sized stuffed aminal was the perfect combination of these two features. Of course, a simple stuffed animal was too easy and common. As a prince with a group of witches to assist him, he could do much better. ¡­ On Tilly¡¯s birthday, Roland carried her gift to her room. She was alone when she opened the door and was slightly surprised to see him. ¡°Why do you come over?¡± ¡°Today is your birthday, so I¡¯ll host a celebratory feast in the castle tonight,¡± Roland said with a smile, ¡°but before that, I have a gift for you.¡± ¡°A gift?¡± Tilly said, taken aback. ¡°Is it what you¡¯re carrying?¡± She turned around and said, ¡°Come in.¡± ¡°Um¡­ It¡¯s a little bit big, but I promise it¡¯s very special.¡± The prince mopped the sweat on his forehead and placed the gift on the floor. The noble during this time usually gave small and delicate gifts, such as flowers and rings, so that they could hide them in their robes and take them out as a surprise. Roland carrying a large wrapped paper box was definitely a rare sight¡ªand this thing was much heavier than he imagined. ¡°You¡¯ve never given me anything before,¡± Tilly said in a mysterious tone. ¡°I gave you a goose feather quill when you were born.¡± Roland corrected it. ¡°But it wasn¡¯t anything valuable.¡± ¡°Alright, it¡¯s a Graycastle royal tradition.¡± She shrugged. ¡°What about this? Can I open it?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Roland smiled as he watched her untie the ribbons, and when the box fell open, he heard her gasp quietly. ¡°What¡­ what¡¯s this?¡± Tilly blinked. ¡°It¡¯s a bear!¡± Roland said with a grin. ¡°What kind of bear looks like this.¡± She circled the stuffed animal curiously and patted it. ¡°It¡¯s so soft¡­¡± Its fur cover was specially made by Soraya according to the fur of Northern wolf cubs and added a silky soft touch. As for the design¡­ Roland completely based it off of the future¡¯s pandas. As an animal that had survived millenniums by simply acting cute and had even been used as diplomatic gifts, it was exceptionally cute. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen this kind of bear¡­ Its color is so strange¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t like it?¡± ¡°No, I mean¡­¡± Tilly seemed to be at a loss for words, but her eyes, which were flashing with excitement, revealed her true thoughts. ¡°It¡¯s called ¡®panda¡¯, and it¡¯s a¡­ widely-loved animal.¡± She quickly understood what he meant. ¡°This belongs to your other world¡­¡± Roland nodded. ¡°And it¡¯s not just a stuffed animal you can hold. Try pinching its neck.¡± Tilly did as he adviced, and the panda suddenly started to move, wave its legs and try to climb on top of Tilly. She covered her mouth in shock and backed away, while the stuffed animal continued to move its legs and walk slowly towards her. This was why it was so heavy¡ªRoland had installed connecting rods and gears in its body with small generators in each leg, and the generators¡¯ power came from miniature Dawn I engines. As he lowered the magnetic flux, its shelf life was greatly extended, lasting up to three or four months without use or four fifths of the time if used frequently. Even if Tilly returned to the Sleeping Island, the panda would still accompany her for a long time. ¡°Pinch its neck again, and it¡¯ll stop.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°I hope you¡¯ll like this gift.¡± This time, even though Tilly didn¡¯t respond, her expression told Roland everything he needed to know. Chapter 435 Chapter 435: Arrested Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Why do you¡­ want to give me this?¡± After a while, Tilly put down the muppet. ¡°Do you remember what happened on your 18th birthday?¡± Roland asked slowly. ¡°¡­¡± She pursed her lips and asked, ¡°You did that?¡± ¡°No, it was Timothy and Garcia.¡± The prince told the story again. ¡°But I should also take some responsibility. If I had told father, it wouldn¡¯t have happened.¡± ¡°And they also would have beaten you up,¡± Tilly said, ¡°so it was reasonable for you not to tell.¡± ¡°This sort of thing will never happen again.¡± ¡°I thought that the extra space in your head was used to store knowledge.¡± She didn¡¯t respond and changed the topic. ¡°Now it seems that¡¯s not the case. Besides this ¡®panda¡¯, is there anything else new? ¡± When he heard her get tongue-tied trying to pronounce this strange word, Roland couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°Of course¡­ countless things. When I get a chance, I¡¯ll tell you more.¡± There was no doubt that Tilly was smart. He believed that she would understand him even if he didn¡¯t tell the whole story. Sure enough, after pausing for a moment, she stared at Roland with thoughtful eyes. Suddenly, Andrea¡¯s voice sounded through the door. ¡°Lady Tilly, I want to give you a gift¡­ You, go away!¡± ¡°I came first, OK?¡± Ashes¡¯ voice immediately followed. ¡°I was the first one!¡± Roland laughed and stood up. ¡°Indeed, a lot of unpleasant things had happened before, but the past is the past. No matter what, you and me, or Border Town and Sleeping Island shouldn¡¯t be bound by bad memories. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me anytime¡­ I¡¯ll be your elder brother forever.¡± He paused for a while and said, ¡°Happy birthday, Tilly.¡± He opened the door. The two witches were immediately stupefied and stared at each other with confusion. The prince smiled and said, ¡°Stop quarreling, I was the first.¡± ******************* Otto wandered the streets dejectedly with Andrea¡¯s words still lingering in his mind. ¡°¡­the lady of the Quinn family died five years ago, which was exactly what father wanted.¡± He didn¡¯t agree with her, but he couldn¡¯t find any excuses to contradict her with. These days, besides observing Border Town, he spent the rest of his time wandering near the market. He hoped to see her again, but was ultimately disappointed. Otto went to the stone bench next to the square, flicked away the snow on top, and sat down slowly. Although thoughts were surging in his heart, he still didn¡¯t forget the reason why he came here. Except for the corps and battalions, he had gone through every corner of this village and had a comprehensive understanding of this area. For example, the villagers¡¯ lives weren¡¯t so affluent at the very beginning and had been no different from those of regular slums. All these changes were due to the Lord, His Highness Roland Wimbledon. He led the people against those bloodcurdling demonic beasts and invented various magical machines and tools to improve people¡¯s lives. Otto had witnessed the black machines operating in the mine area. Just two or three iron lumps could easily finish the work of tens of people. Also, it was said that the high tower alongside the Redwater River could send water to each resident¡¯s home. There were the quickly built city walls, residential communities, and docks as well. In addition, it seemed that the ditches that were being dug would make the installation of heating equipment easier, and the inhabitants would no longer fear the cold¡ªnews like this could be seen on the bulletin board in the center of the square every day. More astonishingly, most of the villagers could understand the official documents on the board. The more he observed, the more astonished he felt. Changes were happening everywhere in Border Town and were totally beyond his imagination. Opening his notebook, Otto intended to take down today¡¯s new discoveries, but someone suddenly grabbed the hand holding his pen. Looking up, he saw two patrol officers with black uniforms in front of him. ¡°Are you Silver Eye?¡± That was a false name he used when disguised as a businessman. Otto answered calmly and when he looked around, he found out that there were also people with black uniforms appearing on the other two sides of the square. However, they just stared at him and didn¡¯t come closer. They came here for me. Otto¡¯s heart sank. Before, he thought that the patrols here weren¡¯t like what he saw elsewhere and behaved appropriately, so he didn¡¯t expect to get into trouble. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± he asked with a cold voice. Faced with these bullying and greedy people, there was no benefit in flattering them. Even if they wanted to blackmail him, he wouldn¡¯t let them run their mouths. In the worst case, he would have to use his identity as a nobleman. However, the uniformed officers¡¯ answer surprised him. ¡°According to the report we received, we suspect that you are conducting espionage. Now, keep your hands behind you and follow our instructions. If there is any resistance, we can¡¯t guarantee your safety.¡± ¡°Espionage? What a strange reason¡­ Could it be that they want to find a fall guy?¡± Otto thought silently. ¡°I don¡¯t understand what you are saying.¡± He shook off their arms. ¡°I¡¯m from the Luoxi Family in the City of Glow, a noble of the Kingdom of Dawn. I¡¯m not a¡­¡± As soon as he shook off their hands, his belly was suddenly punched severely, and more than half of his strength disappeared immediately with an acidic taste filling his mouth and his body curling up involuntarily. Then, the two men knocked him down into the cold snow, and his hands were tied together with ropes. ¡°A noble? You said you were a businessman several days ago.¡± One of them sneered. ¡°I told you not to resist.¡± The other man gave him another hard kick. ¡°You asked for it.¡± ¡°Several days ago? Does this mean they have targeted me for a while? This is impossible¡­ At least no patrol guards noticed me in the first two days.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ I¡¯m indeed a nobleman, and the writ¡­ is in my bag.¡± Otto struggled for a while, but the men ignored him. ¡°Save your excuses for His Excellency Carter.¡± Two men lifted him up. ¡°If you¡¯re honest, you may get to survive.¡± ¡­ After staying in jail for a day, Otto felt hungry and thirsty and finally saw the one whom people called His Excellency Carter. Before the knight could say a word, he gripped the iron bars and blurted, ¡°I¡¯m really the Otto Luoxi from the City of Glow in the Kingdom of Dawn. Entrusted by the King of Dawn, I came to this Kingdom of Graycastle for allies to confront the church. I¡¯m not the spy you accused me to be! I want to meet with your Lord, His Highness Roland Wimbledon!¡± He had long heard about the shady dealings in jail. Patrols always colluded with Rats and imprisoned foreigners to be scapegoats. If they thought that he was an unimportant stranger, he probably wouldn¡¯t live to see another day. Carter was shocked. ¡°I haven¡¯t asked you anything yet.¡± He turned his head. ¡°What do you think my answer will be?¡± Then, in a scene that shocked Otto, a girl came out from the shadow, her body covered by a white robe and her face concealed by a hood. However, judging from her figure, she seemed no different from the ¡°Flower of Glow¡±. ¡°What he said is true,¡± she shrugged and said. ¡°Really? Does this mean he¡¯s indeed an envoy from the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± Carter put his hand on his forehead. ¡°It seems that we caused some trouble for His Highness.¡± Chapter 436 Chapter 436: The Indeterminable Appointment Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Finally, Otto met the legendary Prince Roland of the Kingdom of Graycastle. After confirming he was a nobleman of the Kingdom of Dawn, Carter brought him into the castle. Then, as the attendants served him with toiletries, new clothes, and some hot food, Carter frisked him. This might be the most offensive reception that Otto had ever seen. Prince Roland was in a north-facing room on the castle¡¯s third floor. The French windows, which occupied half of the wall, first came into sight as the door was opened. The snow-covered landscape brightened up the room, which was particularly warm, despite there being no lit fireplace. The prince was sitting at a mahogany table, reading a black-covered book in his hand, which Otto realized was his own notebook. In addition, the diplomatic documents and the family seal were set on the side. It seemed that the hotel that he was staying in had been searched thoroughly. Although Prince Roland had the same gray hair as Timothy, and there was some resemblance in their features, they gave people an entirely different impression. Both his sitting position and expression seemed to be very casual which conformed to the rumors that Prince Roland liked to persist in his old ways. Noticing Otto, he closed the book, smiled and said, ¡°Are you the envoy from the Kingdom of Dawn? Have a seat.¡± Otto bowed in accordance with noble etiquette. No matter how awful the prince behaved, he had to do this¡ªafter all, although Prince Roland might not care if he was treated as a joke, he represented the royal dignity of the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°I have read some of your notes,¡± the prince laughed and said. ¡°Some were recorded in great detail, so it¡¯s not surprising for them to mistake you for a spy. Also, my people didn¡¯t know where you were from, and they enthusiastically reported you to me because of my orders. I¡¯d like to apologize to you here.¡± ¡°The people¡­ reported me?¡± Otto frowned and thought. However, no explanation could excuse rudely offending a noble, not to mention that the offender was just a man without any title of nobility. If it wasn¡¯t for his mission, he would definitely ask the prince to bring the man who assaulted him to justice. Otto restrained his innermost negative emotion and said, ¡°No, you don¡¯t have to. Your Highness, you just do this for the peace of the people. It¡¯s just¡­ that it may hurt innocent strangers, and I¡¯m afraid most people couldn¡¯t provide documents to prove their identities like me.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to worry about that. The collection of evidence by the judicial department is irrelevant to the identification documents, and we have all kinds of measures to protect the innocent people.¡± Prince Roland waved his hand and continued, ¡°What¡¯s the saying? We would never wrong a good man or let a single bad one go.¡± At this, he smiled and said, ¡°I heard about your arrest¡ªif you did as they commanded, then you wouldn¡¯t have been harmed. The process was a little brutal but it¡¯s also done with reluctance. You know, some of the most vicious people may take out a weapon and fight back at any time. Since the winter, two police officers have been injured while making arrests. ¡± ¡°Police officers¡­ It might refer to those patrols. What¡¯s a judicial department? The administration to supervise patrols?¡± Otto wondered and asked, ¡°Does this kind of thing happen often?¡± ¡°Once or twice a month,¡± said the prince, ¡°and it¡¯s probably because Timothy is so bored in this endless winter.¡± The prince openly showed his hostility toward the new king. Otto realized that the contradictions between the two sides couldn¡¯t be reconciled. Then he hesitated for a while and said, ¡°When I went to the King¡¯s City, I heard a rumor¡­ Your Highness, are you really going to overthrow Timothy¡¯s authority?¡± ¡°Did the rumor say that the new king¡¯s throne is hung by a thread?¡± The prince said bluntly, ¡°Timothy shouldn¡¯t be the new king¡ªin order to usurp the throne, he murdered his father, blamed it on his elder brother, and expelled Garcia out of the Kingdom of Graycastle. The entire Southern Territory was destroyed in the war, and the people became destitute and homeless¡ªthese are all the crimes he had committed. The only way to restore the past prosperity of the Kingdom of Graycastle is to overthrow him.¡± Otto held his breath for a second and thought, ¡°Roland Wimbledon is more active than Timothy; at least Timothy¡¯s fighting resolve isn¡¯t so strong¡­ It seems to be a reversal of both status and momentum.¡± He cleared his throat and said, ¡°So, as a friendly neighbor, the Kingdom of Dawn hopes that the Kingdom of Graycastle could soon regain peace. I came here at this time to bring the alliance agreement of Deegan Moya, the King of Dawn.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± said the prince with interest, ¡°Where is it?¡± ¡°In order to avoid the message being leaked, I didn¡¯t carry the document with me. However, His Majesty has granted me the right to sign the agreement.¡± Otto repeated the alliance agreement again. ¡°If the two countries can help each other, we can effectively hold the church in play and avoid going down the same road as the Kingdoms of Everwinter and Wolfheart.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± The response of the prince perplexed Otto. ¡°What does ¡®that¡¯s it¡¯ mean? I¡¯ve made myself quite clear,¡± he thought. As he was about to repeat his words, the prince shook his head and said, ¡°The project might not work. The determination of the church to annex the Four Kingdoms is much stronger than you think, let alone the combative God¡¯s Punishment Army and witches¡ªyour troops stationed along the border might be surrounded and destroyed by the enemy before they¡¯ve even departed.¡± ¡°God¡¯s Punishment Army and¡­ witches?¡± asked Otto in surprise. ¡°It seems that you know nothing about the ambition of the church,¡± said Prince Roland. He took a sip of tea and continued, ¡°I¡¯ll tell you all the information we know, and I hope you can bring these messages back to the Kingdom of Dawn so that your king can re-examine the alliance agreement. If we want to defeat the church, we need not only a deterrent, but one big attack. ¡± The meeting didn¡¯t come to an end until the evening when the Prince put his cup down, and the wilderness and forest behind him were all in the dark. A strange light lit up in the room, which was brighter and purer than a candle, but Otto had no mind to notice this. He felt his clothes soaked with cold sweat on his back, his hands inadvertently held into a fist, his palms were creamy, and the words of the prince were echoing in his mind. ¡°The extraordinary warriors created by utilizing wild witches, secret combat witches, and pure witches¡­ And the purpose of the church to eliminate the Four Kingdoms at all costs is to usher in the coming Battle of Doomsday! The news was just too incredible!¡± However, many details coincided with the information that he had collected, such as the Pill of Madness, which the church used to weaken the resistance of the kingdom; the carriages transporting female orphans to the Holy City; and their attitude towards the defeated nobles¡ªif it was to completely erase the influence of the nobility to achieve a completely united kingdom of the church, all these things would make sense. ¡°I¡­ I can¡¯t make a decision,¡± Otto stammered. ¡°These matters are too important. I have to report to His¡­ His Majesty first.¡± ¡°Of course, this is a matter of life and death for the two countries,¡± the prince calmly said, ¡°and you can¡¯t be too careful. But don¡¯t forget, our time is running out.¡± ¡­ Ready to leave, Otto went to the door, hesitantly turned around and said, ¡°Your Highness, I heard that a group of witches was recruited to Border Town¡­ I wonder if you¡¯ve heard of the name Andrea.¡± ¡°Ah, she used to be a noblewoman of the Kingdom of Dawn, but unfortunately she became homeless and came into the Kingdom of Graycastle afterward.¡± The prince lifted his eyebrows and asked, ¡°Why? Do you know her?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± answered Otto with his heart beating strongly. ¡°Could you¡­ allow me to see her?¡± The prince nodded and said, ¡°I can help to arrange it, but whether or not she¡¯ll meet you will be up to her.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t Andrea your¡­¡± He shook his head with a smile and said, ¡°The witches are just the citizens who live here, not my servants¡ªI can ¡®t manipulate their minds.¡± Chapter 437 Chapter 437: A Silent Farewell Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After Otto Luoxi left the office, Nightingale stood by Roland. ¡°What he¡¯s said isn¡¯t completely true, especially the part about his experience before he came to Border Town.¡± ¡°No surprise. He must have negotiated with Timothy in King¡¯s City before coming to the Western Region.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°It would be very strange if he came directly to me first. A diplomat always hedges his bets. If I were him, I wouldn¡¯t put all my eggs in one basket either.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ they might not stand on our side?¡± ¡°At least, they won¡¯t hurry to make a decision.¡± He picked up the kettle to refill his tea cup. ¡°When the King of Dawn receives this news, how much of it do you think he will believe?¡± Nightingale searched for an answer for quite a while until she finally said, ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°Me neither.¡± At these words, Nightingale pinched Roland¡¯s shoulder. He was not telling the truth. ¡°One thing is obvious though. The King of Dawn is probably not going to swing to us because of this news. It sounds terrifying but it¡¯s something that will only happen several years from now. Besides, we can¡¯t even give him an exact date. The threat of the church, however, is right under his nose. Given that the church may launch the attack in the coming spring, he¡¯s most likely to stand by watching battles between Timothy and me until either of us wins. If he¡¯s clever enough, he¡¯ll probably be on good terms with both of us for future returns.¡± Politicians often handled these kinds of issues this way. They preferred smooth gains to risky investments, especially in the case of wars which were normally highly profitable. If there had been no threat from demons, Roland would have been happy to join this game, setting a trap for his opponent and then reaping some profits. But he was not in the mood for this diplomatic game now. In the following year, Border Town would have to launch an attack and stabilize the situation. A storm was brewing, and the ones who had a narrow vision and concentrated on immediate interests would have no future. ¡°Is it¡­ good for us to tell them the news?¡± Nightingale asked in doubt. ¡°The Kingdom of Dawn isn¡¯t our real enemy, after all. I¡¯m not sure how much the nobles there will believe the story about demons, but they¡¯ll definitely spread the word about the church¡¯s ambition. It¡¯ll weaken the ruling of the church,¡± Roland explained. ¡°Without people¡¯s support, the church won¡¯t be able to use the kingdom¡¯s resources that easily.¡± When he broke the news to Otto, he only mentioned the part about demons, but not the part about the witches¡¯ empire and the two Battles of Divine Will. The former was even more unbelievable than the existence of demons and might cause unwanted effects. It could be purposely distorted into a ¡°witches¡¯ scheme¡± because of people¡¯s general hostility towards them. The latter might shake people¡¯s confidence in fighting against the demons. They had failed twice before. What were their chances of winning this time? Anyhow, he had already hinted that the two kingdoms should fight the demons together. As to the result, it would depend on the reply from the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡­ Three days later, Roland met Otto Luoxi again, He could guess the answer from the disappointment in Otto¡¯s eyes. ¡°Personally, I¡¯m more inclined to the alliance, but the priority now is to send the news to the Kingdom of Dawn as soon as possible instead of talking about the agreement details.¡± Otto bowed and said, ¡°so I¡¯m here to bid you farewell.¡± ¡°Hope to hear good news from you then.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Besides¡­ Your Highness,¡± Otto hesitated for a moment and said, ¡°I would like to ask you a personal favor.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Please take good care of Andrea Quinn for me.¡± ¡°Andrea was a witch from Sleeping Island. You should actually ask Tilly Wimbledon to do that, not me,¡± Roland thought with a sigh, but still he gave his promise. ******************* At the top of the castle, Andrea stood, facing the howling wind and looking south toward the Redwater River. ¡°Aren¡¯t you¡­ going to the dock?¡± Shavi shivered in coldness, hiding behind her invisible barrier. ¡°I hear he¡¯s going to lea-leave by boat. As a childhood playmate, you shou-should go to wish him a good trip.¡± ¡°I can wish him one here, too.¡± She heaved a sigh. ¡°A-Ashes said he never stops thinking about you.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t listen to anything she¡¯s said,¡± Andrea grunted. ¡°She even praised that guy in front of Lady Tilly. A filthy mouth will never utter decent language.¡± ¡°Eh, is, is that so?¡± Shavi said, her teeth chattering. ¡°Yes.¡± She snorted. She noticed Shavi shivering. ¡°If you feel that cold, go down now. You can come back to fetch me later.¡± ¡°It¡¯s, it¡¯s OK, I¡¯ll wait for you here.¡± Shavi shook her head. ¡°If, if I catch a cold, Miss Lily will cure me and I can take two, two days off. Then I¡¯ll have more time to play cards.¡± ¡°That sounds reasonable.¡± Andrea gave her a thumbs up and turned her gaze to the Redwater River. Through the falling snow, she could vaguely see some rising sails and something red fluttering at the top of a mast. It was the sailing signal. This was good. Time would dilute all the attention and forgetting would be better for everyone, she thought. Andrea somehow knew Otto¡¯s love for her, but she still chose to avoid him. Both he and Oro Tokat should marry someone more suited to their status. They were the most famous noble families in the City of Glow. A relationship with either of them was doomed from the start. Besides, she was not willing to return to the land which had abandoned her. Avoiding him was the best choice. ¡°Farewell, my friend,¡± Andrea thought. The looming sails soon disappeared on the horizon. ******************* After sending off the messenger, Roland threw himself into the construction of Border Town. The Tee Project which included a water supply, a power supply, and a heating system had officially launched. The three pipes were embedded in underground tunnels, reaching every residential community. It was easy to adapt each household because every residential house had been designed with reserve openings for the pipes. The key lay in the location of boilers and water towers. In order to save materials and reduce loss during transportation as much as they could, Roland changed the plan. Instead of drawing water from the Redwater River, they would draw from underground springs. Given that Border Town was rich in underground water and the it was not deep, it was easy to dig wells. Besides, in this era, there was no need to take water pollution into consideration. With the help of Sylvie, Roland quickly picked out four spots as water access points for the town. They could purvey water not only for daily uses such as drinking and cleansing, but also for the heating system and boilers. Chapter 438 Chapter 438: Electricity and Light Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Based on the construction plan, Roland set up a workroom with all the equipment to build an efficient Tee Project system. The complete set of equipment included a steam engine, an electric motor, a power supply unit, a boiler, and two water tanks. Together with the water tower outside the room, they formed the workings of the Tee Project system. The steam engine pumped the water up into the water tower and the water tanks. The former was to provide the residential communities with water for domestic needs. The latter was the water supply for the boiler and the heating system. The first-level water tank was higher. Limestones and washing stones which were used to soften the water by precipitating magnesium and calcium ions in it were put inside the tank. The water in it would then flow into the lower second-level tank through a filter screen specially made by Soraya, which would stop the floating objects in the water from entering the second-level tank. The boiler¡¯s water supply was controlled by an electric motor. When the water level inside the boiler was too low, the ballcock inside would start the electric motor to bring water in until the water level got back to normal. This process was more stable than both the manual control and the steam engine system, saving the trouble to arrange someone to observe the site all the time. The water supply and heating systems had already been successfully tested. Roland was confident that their construction would go smoothly. His current focus was on the power supply. It was a brand new thing for the town. Neither Karl nor other members of the Mason Guild had any idea of electricity. Given that Roland did not know much about electricity himself either, and that all his knowledge of electronic circuits remained at the high-school level, he decided to build a model in his courtyard first. If he succeeded, he would explain it to the Ministry of Construction. Once he had a stable power supply, the first step then was to create that traditional emblem of electrical power: a light bulb. With that in mind, Roland put on a thick coat and set out for his courtyard on the North Slope Mountain. It normally would take a quarter of an hour to walk to the courtyard, but with the help of Nightingale¡¯s mist, they arrived in scarcely four minutes. When the wooden door was pushed open, Anna and Lucia immediately noticed Roland. Anna, busy with her work, just nodded to him. Lucia happily ran to him and said, ¡°Your Highness, good morning.¡± ¡°Good morning,¡± Roland nodded with a smile and then walked to Anna. ¡°What¡¯re you busy with?¡± ¡°The new gun barrels and locking mechanism.¡± She pointed to several long steel pipes on the desk with a serious look on her face, ¡°Some aspects of your drawings don¡¯t make sense. I think it¡¯ll be better this way.¡± ¡°My amazing Anna,¡± Roland thought and could not help stretching out his hand, trying to touch her head but she refused it by rocking back and forth. ¡°Well¡­ this scene seems familiar.¡± He coughed, banished his thoughts of Anna and said, ¡°Good, do whatever you want.¡± Roland did not mind her questioning his designs. He knew and would naturally have mistakes and shortcomings based on his minimal design experience. He felt like Anna was not only more talented but also had a keener eye for fine detail and he was convinced that one day she would surpass him in skills. After a while, Anna finished her work and put down her tools . She walked to Roland and lowered her head a little. ¡°Eh? Is it to make up for the touch just now?¡± Roland thought in surprise. He ruffled her soft hair. Anna looked up in satisfaction, ¡°What are we making next?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ yes.¡± The prince turned to Lucia. ¡°How did your separation work of ores from the mines go?¡± ¡°Almost done and here are the results,¡± Lucia gave him a stack of books and said, ¡°but I¡¯m afraid it¡¯ll take a long time to test on the mixtures of them and rolled steel. There are just too many individual elements.¡± ¡°It¡¯s already pretty good,¡± Roland encouraged her. This was part of his material improvement plan. He had already improved the rolled steel quality by reducing carbon content and eliminating impurities, and now all the elements in the North Slope Mine area could be utilized. They had to try one by one. There was no shortcut. Roland glanced over the books, looking at the features of the elements separated from ores in the mines. He soon found the element with the highest melting point. He poked his finger at the testing sample marked with No. 12 and asked, ¡°Where are they?¡± Lucia quickly found them. They were a crude stone and a bag of elementary particles, both sealed in plastic bags. Roland thought he recognized this crude, black stone from somewhere else. ¡°Wait, isn¡¯t it the same as the black stone sent to my office earlier? I gave it to alchemists and then totally forgot about it. I¡¯ve never thought twice about it since then. Could it turn out to be the mineral that has the highest melting point on the North Slope Mountain?¡± Anna could not measure the exact temperatures at which the materials melted, so she described them roughly by words such as ¡°normal¡±, ¡°high¡± and ¡°relatively high¡±. Only the melting point of No.12 testing sample was described as ¡°extremely high.¡± The elementary particles in the bag were silvery white, similar to most of the other metallic elements. He thought, ¡°Is it wolfram? Whatever, as long as it is difficult to melt.¡± Roland let Anna make the particles into very fine wire, twisted the wire into a spiral and fix it onto a glass shelf which was then put into a glass bulb. The main part of an electric lamp was completed. To make it a stable light, there were two more steps which were also considered to be the most difficult part in making electric bulbs. The first one was to evacuate the bulb, preventing the filament wire from reacting with oxygen. The second was sealing it to ensure that the air could not enter the bulb. Without a doubt, only witches could realize those two steps. Roland soon thought of Agatha. The filament would become extremely reactive at high temperatures. It would easily oxidize, produce new oxides, and eventually melt down. That was why the bulb needed vacuum inside, but filling the bulb with inert gases could achieve the same or an even better effect. Pure nitrogen was an excellent choice for this. As nitrogen was lighter than the air, using a simple downward exhaust method, the bulb could be easily filled with nitrogen. It was much simpler than the vacuuming process. When the other end of the exhaust was also pure nitrogen, Soraya quickly sealed the bulb. A simple incandescent lamp was made successfully. Looking at the electric bulb as small as his palm, Roland felt all sorts of emotions welling up in his mind. It was something outdated but now represented the most advanced manufacturing skills of the town. The following night, he summoned all the members of City Hall to gather in front of the castle and ordered his guards to put out all the torches in the courtyard. In this dark, snowy night, Roland switched on the circuit. All of a sudden, at the center of the courtyard, an orange light lit up. It would not sway and extinguish in the wind like the light of a candle and it never flickered like fire. Though it could merely light up within a radius of a few meters, a stable light in the wind was something that the people had never seen before. At this moment, everything was self-explanatory. The fixed look on everyone¡¯s face and the silence of the scene told everything. He had brought electricity to this world. Chapter 439 Chapter 439: The Crime Scene Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Brother Vader, is¡­ this really Okay?¡± Firehead said while fiddling with her own clothing. ¡°Chief Knight said that our uniforms are the symbol of our status, and thus we must wear it neatly when we¡¯re on duty.¡± ¡°What¡¯s more, there¡¯s a punishment for dirtying the uniform, let alone for not wearing it.¡± Whistle kept looking left and right as if he was afraid of being spotted by a colleague. ¡°Stop nagging. It¡¯s symbolic enough to wear it. Standing in the midwinter snow in the black uniform will alert everyone in the vicinity that policemen are around. How are we supposed to catch any criminal?¡± Vader spat on the ground and then continued, ¡°You¡¯re both from Border Town, right?¡± The two policewomen became more spirited the moment Vader mentioned this. ¡°Yes, I am. My father was a hunter who used to live on Old Street, and his skill was remarkable. He was able to strike the neck of a fox scampering about in the woods with only one arrow.¡± ¡°Me too. But my father often told me that hunting was an unstable career, and he preferred I became a miner. He¡¯d even prepared a hoe for me. Had His Highness Roland not become the new Lord, I would have spent my days in the mines.¡± ¡°I can tell.¡± Vader shrugged his shoulders. ¡°Only the children of hunters would have such uncommon nicknames,¡± he silently thought. ¡°Since you¡¯re both locals, surely you¡¯re more concerned about the public order in the town than I am, right? If even I¡¯m not afraid of being punished, why are you afraid? Is wearing the uniform more important than enforcing the rules and laws laid down by His Highness?¡± ¡°Hmm¡­¡± The duo hesitated briefly, before they replied with conviction, ¡°You¡¯re right.¡± ¡°But, Brother Vader, you¡¯re not an outsider. Haven¡¯t you already received your identity card? His Highness once said that anyone who possess the identity card are considered to be his subjects,¡± Whistle muttered. Vader laughed and did not say a word. Instead, he fixed his gaze on a row of cave dwellings on the eastern side of the temporary housing area. After serving as a policeman for nearly three months, he had grown fully accustomed to life in the Western Region. Before he became a policeman, he thought that a ¡°patrol team¡± would have nothing to do apart from extorting and cheating the people. Little did he know that there would be more work than could possibly be completed every day. The police were required to accept refugees and handle disputes among the citizenry. It was also the police¡¯s duty to catch criminals and spies. Whereas, apart from fighting against the demonic beasts, the First Army did not help or intervene in the internal peacekeeping of Border Town. This was completely different from what he had initially expected. In Valencia, the patrol team was more like the city guards¡¯ backup. They handled menial tasks and were not of much use. This was the reason why many patrollers would seek money from illicit sources. However, in Border Town, the police and the First Army belonged to different systems. The former handled internal affairs while the latter handled external ones. What surprised Vader more was that the majority of the patrol team¡¯s targets came from public reports instead of direct orders from their superiors. Indeed, the citizens of Border Town had changed his perception of commoners. This bunch of lazy and stupid people would actively watch out for suspicious characters and report them to the City Hall. Whenever a foreign merchant ship arrived in the town, the Ministry of Justice would receive a handful of such reports. Vader soon realized the tremendous power that lied within the town¡ªno foreign spy could shut himself off from the public or integrate into society quickly unless he grew up here. With everyone serving as a vigilant watchdog, what enemy could hide among the populace? But of course, not every arrest operation would be successful. For example, the sneaky characters whom they arrested during the previous operation turned out to be a noble from the Kingdom of Dawn. Vader was prepared to be punished, but his superiors showed no reaction and seemed unperturbed that he had beaten up a noble. This served to consolidate his current mentality towards his job. ¡°Gold¡¯s here!¡± Firehead exclaimed softly. ¡°Ignore him and just pretend that you¡¯re sweeping the snow,¡± Vader said calmly. ¡°He didn¡¯t bring any goods, which means he¡¯s only here to check on the situation.¡± ¡°Gold¡± was the code name of their current target. The Ministry of Justice received a report two days ago that a serf was trafficking grains. His Excellency Carter attached great importance to this issue and immediately assigned the task to Vader. He demanded that the serf was arrested alive together with the goods, and called this the ¡°Gold Hunting Mission¡±. However, the mission did not start out smoothly. After making some inquiries, they began to uncover the identity of the target. Subsequently, a team of six people took turns to monitor the temporary housing area, but not a single trace of the target was found. To Vader, it was clear that the reason for the lack of development was because the policemen¡¯s uniforms were too conspicuous. He had lived in the Western Zone for some time, and naturally knew that whenever a City Hall official was in the area, news of it would spread rapidly among the residents. It was no different in the Eastern Zone. The people who lived here were serfs, and thus the black uniforms of the policemen were as striking as fireflies in the night sky. That explained why he was adamant that Firehead and Whistle should take off their uniforms and put on a tattered coat. In this way, they could disguise as snow sweepers and stand on the thoroughfares of the Eastern Zone and Border Town. The suspect would not be able to escape their sights as soon as he appeared. They saw Gold walking around the Eastern Zone briefly before returning to a cave dwelling. When he reappeared, he was carrying a large sack on his back. ¡°He¡¯s indeed trafficking wheat¡­¡± Whistle clenched her fists tightly. ¡°Damn it! He simply doesn¡¯t respect what His Highness has said.¡± Firehead cursed angrily. ¡°We shall arrest him right now!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be rash,¡± Vader said and beckoned with his hands. ¡°His Excellency Carter said that he wanted the target arrested alive together with the goods. We shall split three ways and act.¡± His instructions were in accordance with the previous operation to surround Rat. ¡°Firehead, you¡¯ll mobilize immediately and go to the old city wall area first. There¡¯s only one route for him to enter the inner city.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll follow the target. This requires a lot of skills, and thus I¡¯m the most suitable for this role.¡± He licked his lips in anticipation. ¡°Lastly, Whistle, you shall stalk me from about a 100 steps back. Remember not to make eye contact with Gold.¡± ¡°Understood.¡± ¡°Then, let¡¯s begin!¡± Although the three policemen were similar in rank, they acted in full compliance with Vader¡¯s plan. Vader carried a broom and calmly walked a couple of steps in front of Gold. According to his experience, following the target from behind would easily arouse the target¡¯s suspicions. Instead, by ¡°leading the way¡±, the target would be much less cautious. If he was fairly certain of where the target was heading, this would be the safest method of tracking. He fully concentrated on Gold¡ªhe was confident that the instant that he heard a slight change in the target¡¯s footsteps, he could trip the target and prevent him from fleeing. After passing through the old city wall, Gold stopped walking and rested by the corner of a street. He was ostensibly aware that if he headed towards the center of the town, there would be a high chance of encountering policemen. Vader took a dozen more steps forward and turned into a side path, where he waited for the buyer to show up. A short while later, a local who was pushing a handcart appeared. He looked around the vicinity before he slowly walked up to the serf. After inspecting the contents of the sack, he took out a handful of coins to close the deal. At that very moment, Vader gestured for the two policewomen to act. The three of them dashed towards the target from different directions. The dealer was so dumbstruck that he did not move at all. Vader pressed the serf down on the ground, accompanied by the clinking sound of coins scattering all over. He yelled, ¡°You¡¯re arrested!¡± Chapter 440 Chapter 440: The Court Trial Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland was studying the power grid layout of a residential district when he heard the news. After Carter had concluded his report, Roland put down his quill pen and sighed lightly. Although he knew that something like this was inevitable, he felt helpless and sad that it truly happened. He had repeatedly publicized the strict ban on private sales of food, yet there were people who still took the risk for the sake of a small profit. As this was the first case of its kind, it was clear to him that a heavy sentence should be issued to deter others. In addition, he felt the urge to finalize the laws, and then to recruit specialized legal officers to conduct interrogations and handle cases. After all, when the city was fully constructed, criminal cases would only increase, and he would not have time to play judge to all of them. It was decided that the trial would be conducted in the castle hall. Roland had requested for Barov to come to the castle, and together, they would hear the case of this food smuggling crime. In the hall, the two suspects knelt on the floor. Their ghost pale faces and vacant eyes suggested that they were new to this sort of occasion. Roland took his seat on the throne, cleared his throat, and said, ¡°Explain everything that you did. You¡¯ll be doubly guilty if you hold back or lie about anything.¡± ¡°Yes, yes, Your Highness.¡± The two suspects seemed as if they had just awoken from a dream. They scrambled between themselves to tell their personal accounts of what happened, particularly the serf, who shouted at the top of his voice, ¡°Your Highness, Lord! I know that what I did was wrong, but if I didn¡¯t sell the wheat¡­ I wouldn¡¯t be able to live on! Those officials didn¡¯t buy wheat according to your demand. I¡¯d no choice but to do this!¡± The case turned out to be very simple, and Roland cleared his emotions halfway through listening. In order to reassure the citizens, the City Hall had set the individual quota for purchasing grains to be slightly higher than the actual consumption. Therefore, there would be a small excess of wheat every month. Parker, who resided in the Sixth Residential Area, smelled a business opportunity. He would grind the excess wheat into flour and add in a few of his self-grown herbs to make savory pancakes. It sold well¡ªfortunately, the sale restrictions in the Convenience Market only applied to staples, while poultry and eggs could be freely sold in the stalls. The business brought in some silver royals for him every month. However, there was only so much excess wheat, and hence, he had to reduce his own consumption in order to expand the scale of the business. Parker thus set his sights on serfs who did not sell all of their food to the City Hall, and soon got in touch with ¡°Gold¡± to establish this trafficking deal. However, the serf¡¯s final words puzzled Roland. ¡°Why didn¡¯t the officials purchase wheat according to the rules? Does this affair involve the City Hall?¡± Roland looked at Barov. The latter faced him back and said softly, ¡°The Ministry of Agriculture is in charge of purchasing. The minister is Sirius Daly, whom I believe is unlikely to have made such a grave mistake. You can call him in for questioning.¡± Roland nodded and had his guards summon the Minister of Agriculture to the castle. Sirius Daly rushed to the castle hall, and after making a very impressive Knight¡¯s bow towards Roland, he enquired if His Highness had any decree for him. His mannerisms retained the style of the Wolf Family¡¯s knights. The prince delineated the parts of the case which he did not understand. ¡°Did you ever refuse to purchase the serf¡¯s grains?¡± ¡°Your Highness, this was what happened,¡± Sirius answered without hesitation. ¡°As per your demands, we didn¡¯t stop the purchases after the bumper harvest. However, we lowered the purchase price according to the diminishing quality of the wheat. In the first two months, there was little difference between our purchase price and the original price.¡± Sirius paused before he continued, ¡°After winter arrived, because the majority of serfs didn¡¯t have proper storage places for the wheat and they were relocated from the shacks to the temporary housing areas, the quality of the wheat deteriorated substantially. When we do the purchases, we would often find wet, discolored and moldy food, and therefore our purchase prices reduced by 20 to 30 percent. The food of this particular serf was largely wet, moldy, and couldn¡¯t be stored any longer. Therefore, the price that I offered was five times less than during the bumper harvest.¡± ¡°Your Highness, that¡¯s as good as not buying!¡± The serf shouted. ¡°I spent my entire year working on the farm. This price was even lower than what I would get on Black Street! Didn¡¯t you say that the prices wouldn¡¯t change?!¡± ¡°But you have to sell it on time, idiot!¡± Barov snapped angrily. ¡°Do you think that nobody knows why you hoarded wheat? Had there been a food supply problem in town, you would have sold your stock at three to four times the usual price!¡± Everything about the case became clear. However, the result slightly surprised Roland. He had thought of it as a simple issue of food trafficking, but instead discovered a case of black-hearted food selling. Parker was obviously aware that this batch of grains was of extremely poor quality, and yet he was fine with buying it at half the price on multiple occasions. He probably did not care whether the moldy wheat was actually edible. While there was no doubt that the serf had committed a grave crime and should be punished heavily, Roland was uncertain about how to punish Parker. He had heard Scroll¡¯s stories about the life of the poor. When they had no food to eat, they would satiate their hunger with branches, grass and leaves, let alone moldy bread. This was precisely why Scroll had repeatedly emphasized what a noble and great thing it was for all citizens to be able to eat wheat. Parker used to be poor too, and he was probably not aware that it was a severe crime to use low-quality ingredients to make pancakes. After discussing the issue with Barov for a while, Roland finally passed his judgment. He stood up, looked over the entire audience, and then said solemnly, ¡°I pronounce¡­ the two men guilty! The serf disobeyed the ban and trafficked grain. He knowingly violated the law and hence is doubly guilty. I shall sentence him to ten years of labor in the mines. If his performance and behavior are good, the number of years may be reduced.¡± ¡°Resident Parker also violated the ban, and furthermore used low-quality wheat to make pancakes which he sold to other citizens. For these two crimes, I shall sentence him to ten years of labor, and a fine equivalent to three times of his earnings from the sale of pancakes. My judgments shall be enforced immediately!¡± The two convicts turned feeble and fell on the ground as if paralyzed. The guards standing on one side walked up to them and dragged them out of the hall. The prince then instructed Sirius. ¡°Write this matter into a bulletin and then hand it to Barov for review and publication. I want to let all citizens know the entire sequence of events, and make sure that this never happens again.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± After the trial ended, Roland summoned Chief Knight to his office. ¡°Did you hear that the person who arrested the criminal was Vader again?¡± Carter nodded. ¡°However, they overdid it this time. They took off their uniforms while arresting the criminal, and in the process, they were also reported for getting into a fight with commoners. I¡¯ll warn him about this.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t do that. In fact, you should commend him,¡± Roland said, stroking his chin. ¡°Isn¡¯t it expected of a plainclothes policeman to adapt to the situation and to understand how to apprehend a criminal? Vader was formerly a patrol team member, and also understands the Black Street Forces well¡ªhe¡¯s, quite simply, a natural born talent for inspection work. When the time¡¯s right, I shall recruit him into the Security Bureau.¡± Roland quietly thought. ¡°Nightingale¡¯s lacking some manpower after all.¡± Chapter 441 Chapter 441: Storm Clouds Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It was a secret room of the Tower of Babel in the Hermes Cathedral. Tayfun stared at the witch across him and couldn¡¯t help but sigh. ¡°Is His Holiness Mayne really so busy?¡± ¡°Of course he is.¡± The witch stroked her golden curls. ¡°Otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t have sent me to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Isabella, and I¡¯m a Pure Witch of the Supreme Pontiff.¡± ¡°Your Excellency Tayfun, this¡­¡± The other two newly appointed Bishops, Soli Daal of the Judgement Army and El of the Tribunal stared at each other. Although they knew about the church¡¯s secret witches, they never expected them to be allowed to participate in such important meetings. ¡°She¡¯s a direct subordinate of the Pope with the same rank as a Bishop¡ªshe just doesn¡¯t have an official position in the church,¡± explained Tayfun with a sigh. ¡°Bishops can also have their own Pure Witches, so when the Months of the Demons are over, you two can choose a few witches to raise.¡± ¡°I¡­ I see.¡± Soli widened his eyes. ¡°So¡­ so what kind of powers do they have?¡± ¡°This is highly confidential, and only the Supreme Pontiff knows about it.¡± ¡°Why would we want to raise witches?¡± El seemed quite annoyed. ¡°If the believers find out, the church¡¯s reputation will be terribly damaged!¡± ¡°Of course, they can help you take care of shady business.¡± Isabella raised her eyebrows. ¡°Also, they can sleep with you, let you vent your anger, or do many other things¡­ you should know that witches are completely different from regular women.¡± ¡°Absurd!¡± ¡°Ahem, that¡¯s enough.¡± Tayfun coughed. ¡°Your Excellency El, I already said that the Pope¡¯s Pure Witches are of equal rank as bishops and should be seen as his representatives, so you should show them some respect. And Lady Isabella, please refrain from making these jokes. They aren¡¯t as old and near death as me, and might get very angry at what you said.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Excellency,¡± Isabella said with a smile. ¡°Hmph.¡± El uttered a nasal sound and ignored the witch. ¡°Then let¡¯s get to business,¡± Tayfun said, stroking his beard. ¡°Do you have anything to report?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t understand why His Holiness Mayne is suddenly asking all of the local church groups to send their captured witches to the Holy City. Even if it¡¯s to create God¡¯s Punishment Army, it¡¯s still a high price to pay.¡± El took the lead and said. Her tone sounded harsh probably because of her anger towards the Pure Witch. ¡°Ever since the order was passed, we¡¯ve captured three witches. While they were being sent over, one broke out of her cage and killed the accompanying guards, and we have yet to find her.¡± ¡°Wasn¡¯t she restrained by a ¡®metal leash¡¯?¡± asked Soli. ¡°Not all churches are equipped with the most advanced God¡¯s Locket of Retribution,¡± said El annoyedly. ¡°We lost 16 believers to this witch, including four who were supposed to become Judgement Warriors. If something like this happens again, people might be too afraid to capture witches.¡± ¡°But we all know that combat witches are a minority, and most of the Fallen aren¡¯t capable of fighting back, so this kind of issue is very rare,¡± said Isabella nonchalantly. ¡°Also, every time you bring back a wild witch, the church can gain two new God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, so I shouldn¡¯t have to explain to you which is more important.¡± ¡°I agree with Lady Isabella,¡± Soli said, nodding his head. ¡°With the stress on Hermes¡¯ line of defense increasing every day, we desperately need more God¡¯s Punishment Warriors to fight the demonic beasts. One God¡¯s Punishment Warrior has the fighting ability of three or four Judgement Warriors, and even more Warriors-in-training.¡± ¡°Since the Supreme Pontiff has made his decision, we should just carry it out to the best of our ability.¡± Tayfun turned to Soli Daal and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the situation at our line of defense?¡± ¡°Very difficult. Regular demonic hybrids are easy to deal with, but every time a Fearful Beast of Hell appears, a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior gets injured or killed.¡± Soli shook his head. ¡°Burying snow powder and detonating it is a good idea, but we can¡¯t guarantee that they walk over the snow powder every time.¡± ¡°His Holiness has also considered this,¡± said Isabella frankly, ¡°and he plans to use the ¡®Siege Beast¡¯ ahead of time.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°A siege weapon controlled by Pure Witches with a range, accuracy, and power that far exceed those of the mangonel, and the key to conquering the Kingdom of Wolfheart,¡± explained the Pure Witch. ¡°The ¡®Siege Beast¡¯ was originally used to fight demons and giant demonic beasts, so since the Fearful Beasts of Hell showed up early, we should start using it.¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t we use it from the beginning?¡± Soli asked confusedly. ¡°Because of the potential damage.¡± Isabella shrugged. ¡°We can¡¯t build new ones and can only repair parts of it.¡± ¡°So where did it come from?¡± El asked with a frown. ¡°This is top secret, so you don¡¯t have the clearance to know.¡± ¡°You¡­¡± As the secret room fell quiet, Tayfun broke the silence by clapping his hands and saying, ¡°Alright, since you all brought bad news, I shall share a piece of good news. Besides a few cities in the Kingdom of Wolfheart that are still resisting, all the other nobles have pledged their allegiance to us, just like the weaklings in the Kingdom of Everwinter did. There¡¯ll be more believers joining the church, and by next summer, the Holy City¡¯s resources and Judgement Army will double in size. Also, the Kingdom of Dawn caused an uprising because of its hostility against believers, and our people are secretly helping them fight the noble, which might last until the end of the Months of the Demons.¡± ¡°Finally, some good news.¡± El sighed. ¡°I thought the church was done for.¡± ¡°What kind of nonsense are you talking about?¡± Soli glared at her. ¡°Aren¡¯t we progressing exactly according to our plan?¡± ¡°Good job.¡± Isabella nodded approvingly and glanced at the three bishops. ¡°Since you¡¯re all done talking, I¡¯ll share the Supreme Pontiff¡¯s new order.¡± The three archbishops all immediately looked at the Pure Witch. ¡°His Holiness orders that we adjust next year¡¯s attacks by targeting the Kingdom of Graycastle first and the Kingdom of Dawn last.¡± ¡°What?¡± Soli Daal was stunned. ¡°But all of our strategies were made in accordance with the Kingdom of Dawn, including our resources and reinforcements, so if we change our plan now, we¡¯ll have to delay our date of the attack.¡± ¡°Wasn¡¯t this plan already in place when Pope O¡¯Brien was in power? Why are we changing it now?¡± El asked curiously. ¡°Both kingdoms will fall eventually, so why does the order of attacks matter?¡± Tayfun was silent. When His Holiness Mayne ordered him to send Pure Witches to the Kingdom of Graycastle to plot the Western Region, he had already predicted this change. ¡°His Holiness wasn¡¯t interested in King¡¯s City, but in the border area of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± After the two men stopped bickering, Tayfun said quietly, ¡°I¡¯ve nothing against the order itself, but there¡¯s a lot at stake, and I want to see His Holiness Mayne before we carry it out. Can you pass the message for me?¡± ¡°No need for such trouble.¡± Isabella smiled. ¡°It just so happens that His Holiness wants to see you too.¡± Chapter 442 Chapter 442: The Approval of God Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As he walked down the stairs to the bottom of the church, Tayfun felt an inexplicable chill. In the eerily quiet church basement was the core secret of the church¡ªthe Hermes¡¯ underground castle. It was the first time for him to come to this place. ¡°His Holiness Mayne really wanted to meet me here?¡± According to the convention, only the archbishop who was in line as the Pope was allowed into the Secret Area, but he was too old to be Mayne¡¯s successor. ¡°You¡¯ve served the church for so many years and have worked together with His Holiness, so he trusts you deeply,¡± Isabella said with a smile. ¡°Also, past rules don¡¯t apply to war-times like these, and God¡¯s will shouldn¡¯t be hidden underground but used to guide the lost believers and lead us to face our final challenge.¡± ¡°Is this¡­ His Holiness¡¯s idea?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± she said gently. When they entered the Secret Area, they were greeted by two Judgement Warriors. ¡°Milord Bishop, His Holiness is currently testing Magic Stones, so if you are carrying a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, please give it to me for now¡ªit might affect the stones¡¯ magic power.¡± Tayfun nodded and handed a string of stones to the Judgement Warrior. ¡°His Holiness is right here, please follow me.¡± Isabella turned into a long passageway and pushed open the metal door at the end. Following the screech of the hinges, Tayfun saw another masked Pure Witch. She blocked the doorway like a ghost, her white skin peeking through the black silk covering her body, and she wore nothing else besides this chiffon. The most striking thing about the witch was her dull gray eyes that were different from those of ordinary people. They seemed to have whirlpools inside them that sucked him in if he looked for too long. Tayfun subconsciously lowered his head. It was only then that he noticed that she was barefoot and her toes were covered with flecks of red. The archbishop recalled Isabella¡¯s sentence that ¡°witches are completely different from regular women.¡± Damn it; are all these witches demon spirits? Those delicate feet soon moved out of the way, and Tayfun heard Isabella¡¯s voice. ¡°Milord?¡± ¡°Ahem.¡± Tayfun broke out of his thoughts and walked into the room. The room was not big, and even though the rosin torches on the walls were burning brightly, they didn¡¯t give off their usual sweet smell. Four Pure Witches sat around a stone table and were fiddling with a clear stone, while the incumbent Pope, His Holiness Mayne, stood by the table. Tayfun was about to kneel in respect, when Mayne grasped his arm and stopped him. ¡°There aren¡¯t any outsiders here, so there¡¯s no use for all this red tape.¡± He smiled. ¡°We go way back, Milord Tayfun.¡± In two months, Mayne¡¯s forehead had become much more wrinkled, and he had grown a few more strands of silver hair, but his humble tone was still the same. ¡°You can¡¯t do this¡­¡± Tayfun¡¯s heart suddenly felt warm. ¡°Even if there aren¡¯t other believers here, I still have to follow the church¡¯s rules.¡± ¡°And I make the rules.¡± The Pope smiled nonchalantly. ¡°Anyway¡­ are things alright above ground? I originally wanted Isabella to bring me the news, but since you¡¯re here, you can report directly to me.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Holiness.¡± Tayfun nodded. After he shared the recent state of the church, he mentioned the order that Isabella had brought up earlier. ¡°All of the resources we prepared up until now are specific to the Kingdom of Dawn, so adjusting our target will take a lot of effort. Why do you suddenly want to attack the Kingdom of Graycastle first?¡± ¡°That¡¯s also why I called you here.¡± Mayne sighed. ¡°The Kingdom of Graycastle is starting to show signs of decline because the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince and Pill of Madness are achieving their expected results. Meanwhile, the Kingdom of Dawn is in even more chaos, so both of them will eventually fall, and it doesn¡¯t really matter whom we attack first.¡± ¡°I agree, but¡­ Graycastle is still a formidable enemy.¡± ¡°I have two reasons for changing our plan of attack,¡± said the Pope slowly, clasping his hands behind his back. ¡°The first is basically the reason why you¡¯re worried: The Kingdom of Graycastle is vast and rich in resources, which means it¡¯s a high-risk, high-return opponent. If we can make it a territory of the church earlier, our benefits will be much greater than if we conquer the Kingdom of Dawn. If I had ten more years, I would definitely act according to Lord O¡¯Brien¡¯s plan, but we don¡¯t have enough time. The appearance of the Fearful Beast of Hell means that the Bloody Moon may appear even earlier than predicted in the Holy Book. In times like these, a little risk and more sacrifices will be worth it.¡± Tayfun nodded slightly, thinking, ¡°This is a good reason, but the problem is¡­ it doesn¡¯t seem Mayne will do it in this way.¡±He continued, ¡°And the second reason is¡­¡± ¡°Roland Wimbledon of the Western Region,¡± the Pope said decisively. ¡°You mean¡­ Prince Roland of the Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± Tayfun was shocked. ¡°By combining the past year¡¯s reports, I¡¯ve discovered something incredible.¡± Mayne patted the bishop¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Both the church and the Kingdom of Graycastle failed in all their attacks against him. The first failure can be traced back to the one when Duke of the Western Region attacked him, and what did Roland have at the time? Nothing but a run-down small town. Outsiders think that he defeated the Duke¡¯s knightage by succumbing to the demons, but we all know that besides Extraordinaries, a few witches have nothing against knights equipped with God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation.¡± ¡°Also, the reports have only become more and more confusing, such as the secret letter sent to the Holy City two months ago, which stated that King Timothy once sent 2,000 crazed soldiers to attack the Western Region and was immediately defeated. What does this mean?¡± Tayfun couldn¡¯t help but gasp. ¡°2,000 crazed soldiers! Even in Hermes, this is a considerable force.¡± ¡°If these messages are read separately, they might seem normal, but when combined, they¡¯re very shocking¡ªRoland Wimbledon has never lost a single battle!¡± the Pope said quietly. ¡°Also, our reports show that his power is growing at a concerning pace, and he seems to be preparing for expansion. If we delay for another year, the entire Kingdom of Graycastle may fall into his hands, so it¡¯ll be even more costly to try to defeat him.¡± He paused and turned to Tayfun. ¡°There are a lot of matters to be dealt with in the Secret Area, and I have no time for the operation and expansion of the upper levels of the church, so I can only entrust them to you.¡± ******************* After the Archbishop left, the appearance of the room suddenly changed. The torches on the wall, the Pure Witch who was studying the magic stones, and the stone table disappeared. The figure of the Pope also gradually faded, leaving only Isabella, Zero, and the woman in black. ¡°If you hadn¡¯t mentioned it, I wouldn¡¯t have known that Prince Roland of Kingdom of Graycastle was so interesting,¡± said Isabella. ¡°Why do I get the feeling that he, rather than the church, is more likely to defeat the demons?¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± asked the woman in black, frowning. ¡°Do you want to betray the church?¡± ¡°Betray? Don¡¯t phrase it like that.¡± Isabella shrugged. ¡°Isn¡¯t the purpose of the church to ensure that human beings survive the Battle of Divine Will? If someone else can do this, I don¡¯t care who I serve.¡± ¡°You¡­!¡± ¡°Stop fighting,¡± said Zero. ¡°Isabella isn¡¯t wrong. In the so-called Battle of Divine Will, only the final winner can be protected by God.¡± She looked expressionlessly at the two witches. ¡°As for who will receive the approval of God¡ªthe Union or a prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, I think this war will give us the answer.¡± Chapter 443 Chapter 443: The Conspiracy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Somewhere to the north of Longsong Stronghold, the Western Region of Kingdom of Graycastle Sir Eltek was sitting by the fireplace contemplating. They had not heard anything from Miso Eltek since he had left the night before. It was morning now, and he had yet to return. Sir Eltek felt a deep sense of unease. Recently, Miso had been very close with the majorfamilies in the Western Region. As the prince¡¯s agent in Stronghold, the Honeysuckle Familyhad announced His Highness¡¯ intention to integrate the Western Region. All territories would adopt one law and the enfeoffment rights of the nobles would be taken back, which meant they could not expand their subordinate nobles or recruit knights to fight for them. As for lower nobles like the Elteks, they felt little influence and enjoyed many benefits. As the rumor went, anyone who was loyal to His Highness would be rewarded his favor. Right now, the less influential nobles were the safest people because they would determine the success or failure of His Highness¡¯ reform plan. Consequently, the smartest thing to do was wait and see. However, Miso Eltek hadn¡¯t shared that philosophy. ¡°My lord, the attendants looking for the second master have returned.¡± said the steward, pushing open the door to the knight¡¯s study. ¡°Have they found him?¡± ¡°No,¡± the steward shook his head. ¡°They¡¯ve searched the taverns, casinos, theaters and brothels and still can¡¯t find him.¡± Eltek was increasingly anxious. He had dispatched two companies of scouts to search for Miso. The first one went to the homes of lower nobility nearby. Most of these nobles were vassals in the employ of Duke Ryan and retained a status comparable to the Duke¡¯s family. Miso often went to these places for parties or dinners. The second group went to the entertainment venues, popular spots for young nobles. Seeing both parties return empty-handed, the knight¡¯s sense of dread intensified. He stepped to the window, looking toward the eastern territory. The territory of the Elk Family lay in that direction. It was the largest earl domain in the Western Region. Since the collapse of Duke Ryan, Petrov from the Honeysuckle Family had completely swung to Prince Roland and the Elk Family had edged ahead to become the leading power against the prince. Hell, had Miso gone there¡­ ¡°My lord, the second master has returned!¡± Suddenly an attendant ran into the study, breathless. ¡°He¡¯s changing clothes in the hall, and it seems he is getting ready to go out.¡± ¡°What!¡± The knight immediately grasped his crutch and rushed downstairs, disregarding the steward¡¯s pleas for restraint. The moment Eltek stepped into the hall, he felt his anger rise to a new level. He saw Miso replace his thick coat with a thin and soft leather. The shiny armor of a knight was in front of him and two squires were doing their final preparation work. ¡°Where did you go yesterday?!¡± The old knight couldn¡¯t help shouting. ¡°What are you up to now?¡± ¡°Father, our chance is coming,¡± Miso said excitedly, ¡°A chance to be baron. Maybe even viscount!¡± Eltek felt his blood pressure increasing. ¡°Who told you this?¡± ¡°Jacques Medde, he brought the king¡¯s confidential order!¡± Eltek took two steps back, his heart sinking. Jacques Medde was the eldest son of the Elk Family. Never mind the involvement with Timothy. Everyone knew that Timothy wanted to eradicate Roland Wimbledon. His worst nightmare had occurred and now it was even more serious than he had anticipated. ¡°What did you hear?¡± ¡°Lord Medde summoned the nobility of the Western Region into his castle and opened his Majesty¡¯s holograph. It said that if someone conquers Longsong Stronghold, the king will promote his title and expand his domain!¡± It seemed that Miso was still immersed in the grand scene. ¡°Lady Miller from the Wild Rose Family, Lord Cavan from the Maple Family and Lord Remy Noah from the Wolf Family all pressed their fingerprints and pledged an oath of allegiance, without hesitation. The rest of the nobles and knights are determined to follow the four families and remove the Honeysuckle Family.¡± It was ridiculous. How could the four families make such a decision based on a piece of paper? The knight lamented inwardly. Had you forgotten how they had treated King Wimbledon III when Duke Ryan was guarding the Western Region? When had they become so loyal? The only answer was that this was a complete fraud to convince the lower nobles to become pioneers in the movement. The plan would commence in a few months and the four families might agree on the benefits after finding success. Eltek opened his mouth but didn¡¯t share his thoughts. This was Miso Eltek, not his eldest son Ferlin, and such dissuasion wouldn¡¯t convince him. ¡°Where are you going in this armor?¡± the old knight asked after short silence. ¡°To win honor and status.¡± Miso wore a cuirass made of stainless steel. ¡°Morning Light, the top knight in the Western Region, only won honor for himself. While I fight for my whole family. Father, when this is finished, you¡¯ll know that I¡¯m as worthy of respect as my brother.¡± ¡°If Timothy vanquishes Prince Roland, your words may come to pass. However, the army of the new king is still far away while Prince Roland¡¯s army is very near,¡± the old knight thought. ¡°Don¡¯t you remember how Duke Ryan collapsed?¡± Eltek said in a low voice. ¡°Things are different this time. The king has shipped a number of snow powder weapons, the same ones used by Prince Roland. He¡¯ll provide better ones to Medde. Without the possession of superior weapons, can Roland seize Longsong Stronghold again?¡± Miso clipped his sword to his waist and nodded to his father. ¡°The battle is coming soon. Please wait here for good news.¡± Looking at his back, Eltek threw his crutch to the ground. ¡°My lord, why didn¡¯t you stop him?¡± the steward came up to hold the trembling Knight. ¡°It would be easy to stop him, but the family would suffer a great calamity,¡± he nodded slowly. A noble attending the ¡®rebellion¡¯ meeting hadn¡¯t shown up at the agreed place. What did this mean for the four families? The crime of escape or defection could lead the whole Eltek Family to death. ¡°Look on the bright side, if the four families win,¡± the steward comforted. ¡°After all, the months of the demons are long and it¡¯ll take two or even three months for the snow to melt. When the army of Prince Roland arrives, the king¡¯s army may have already besieged the Western Region.¡± If it were the past, he would view it in the same way. However, after having visited Border Town once, the knight had a totally different view of Prince Roland. Not to mention his eldest son Ferlin Eltek and his family¡¯s benefactor Lady Agatha were all living in Border Town. He turned to his steward and told him in a stern voice, ¡°Go to Border Town immediately and deliver this news to His Highness. If the city gate has closed, go to the docks in the outskirts and find some ferrymen or fishermen. It doesn¡¯t matter how you do it, just do it quickly!¡± Chapter 444 Chapter 444: The Intelligence Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Before the housekeeper left the Eltek territory, Roland received a letter from the Second Army of Stronghold delivered by a bird. An hour later, Petrov¡¯s call for help also reached the town¡¯s castle. Since the carrier pigeon could only carry limited information, Roland had to combine the two messages and discovered a piece of astonishing news. The four families of the Western Region had rebelled! ¡°Who on earth gave them the confidence to plot treason under my nose?¡± Roland immediately summoned Carter and Iron Axe and showed them the notes. ¡°Your Highness, is this¡­¡± ¡°A message from Stronghold,¡± Roland said angrily. The winter was drawing to an end, and the new year was in three days. Not only were there various matters concerning the city construction, but also the installation of the equipment for the Three Supplies Project required his instruction. ¡°Those nobles chose to trouble me at the wrong time; they must be looking forward to dying!¡± According to the secret letter, the inner city nobles led a bunch of squires to attack the city guards. By the time the sentries on the city wall realized something was wrong, the switch for the northern drawbridge had fallen into the control of the enemies. The sentries could do nothing but light the beacon fire and rely on the city wall to hold their positions. When the other members of the Second Army saw the beacon signal, they followed the emergency response protocol by dividing the camp¡¯s ten teams of about 50 soldiers in total into two platoons. One platoon charged toward the north gate, while the other went to the Stronghold castle. Petrov¡¯s secret letter was sent after the second platoon confronted the enemies at the castle and realized they were fighting the local nobilities. ¡°Petrov Hull mentioned that the attackers sieging the castle were carrying the four families¡¯ banners, which means this rebellion was planned,¡± Carter frowned after reading the notes. ¡°Since the four families are acting together, there must be a leader among them.¡± Indeed, the four families, or five families including those under Duke Ryan, were great nobles on equal footing. If they were to set aside their prejudices and cooperate, it was most likely because a bigger force was behind them. Otherwise, with the Earls looking down upon each other, it would take over a decade for them to decide on a leader. At the moment, there were only one or two people who would be interested in meddling with the Western Region. ¡°Do you mean¡­ Timothy in the King¡¯s City?¡± Iron Axe looked at the Chief Knight. As a member of the Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan, he was far less sensitive to the political situation of the Kingdom of Graycastle than Carter was. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t be surprised if it¡¯s the church,¡± Roland twitched his mouth and said. ¡°Judging from their actions at Fallen Dragon Ridge, it¡¯s only a matter of time before they attack the Western Region.¡± ¡°The problem is, in the second letter, Petrov mentioned the enemies might have firearms.¡± Carter frowned. ¡°Does it mean they have learned the formula for gunpowder?¡± ¡°Snow powder isn¡¯t unknown to the church and Timothy, but they have a long way to go before they can use it smoothly.¡± The prince knocked on the table lightly. ¡°What puzzles me is that with Border Town as the nearest town to Stronghold, the help they get must be from somewhere further. So even with the support of an unknown force, how did they gain enough confidence to confront the First Army?¡± ¡°Probably because we¡¯re in the Months of the Demons,¡± Iron Axe replied after contemplating for a while. ¡°Although last time Your Highness defeated the Duke¡¯s knights using thunder power, our troops didn¡¯t show extraordinary skills in battle. Now with the snow blocking the roads and demonic beasts attacking the borders, it seems like perfect timing for a successful rebellion, and it¡¯ll be at least two months before you have the resources to attack Longsong Stronghold.¡± ¡°And I¡¯ll be hindered by the lofty city walls and powerful flintlocks?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Iron Axe couldn¡¯t help but grin. ¡°They have all the weapons that you have, plus the insurmountable city wall and reinforcement of an unknown force, so they have a very good chance of beating you at the foot of the city wall. That¡¯s probably what they thought.¡± ¡°Yet they¡¯re fully unaware of the power of Border Town.¡± Roland stood up. ¡°Iron Axe!¡± ¡°At your command, Your Highness!¡± Iron Axe instantly stood at attention. ¡°The First Army must immediately prepare for an expedition. We¡¯ll set off tomorrow morning,¡± Roland said decisively. ¡°Choose 500 soldiers. Carry six field artilleries. You are in charge of making the specific arrangements.¡± ¡°Yes, Sir!¡± Iron Axe saluted. The scale of the First Army had quadrupled its original 500 soldiers to 2,200. Revolving rifles were upgraded, and their firepower was drastically increased. Besides, the efficiency of the First Army¡¯s executing instructions was greatly enhanced due to the improvement of the soldiers¡¯ educational level. Upon command, personnel would deploy ammunition and rations based on the number of soldiers on the operation and the number of days. The logistics work for 500 people could be done in almost one day. Compared with the knights or the mercenaries, who needed weeks to prepare, Roland¡¯s army was functioning at an incredible speed. The army headed towards the inner city of Stronghold on 11 paddle steamers. After entering mass production, the production of a boat with a reinforced concrete hull took only five days, which was even a deliberately lowered speed, because its number was limited by the available crew and steam engines. ¡°Carter!¡± ¡°At your command, Your Highness,¡± the Chief Knight said and raised his head high. ¡°You stay in Border Town.¡± The corners of the knight¡¯s mouth instantly fell down. ¡°Wha-what? No. Your Highness. How could you leave me behind again?¡± ¡°We¡¯re still in the Months of the Demons. Demonic beasts pose a greater threat than the nobility,¡± Roland said unwaveringly. ¡°Guard the town well.¡± After the two of them retreated, Roland sighed. ¡°This time the witches need to go with me.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll follow you, no matter where you go,¡± Nightingale said with a smile. Considering their opponent could be the church, Roland knew that only the witches could effectively counter the Pure Witches¡¯ attacks without God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. After debating his options, Roland decided on the witches who would accompany him: Lightning, Maggie, Sylvie, Nana, Lily, and Nightingale. ¡°If I add the three combat witches from Sleeping Island to the list, ¨ªt¡¯ll be very hard for the Pure Witches to defeat us.¡± Roland stood at the window and looked at the snowy mountains and plains. ¡°If I view the Impassable Mountain Range as the city wall of Stronghold, then the Barbarian Land in the north is also the domain of the four families, a territory beyond the reach of my power. Elk, Wild Rose, Maple Leaf, and Wolf families¡­ have operated separately on their own lands for over a decade, forming their unique laws and customs, so even Ryan, the overlord of the Western Region, seldom interfered with their businesses,¡± mused Roland. The prince had intended to slowly divide and annex these aristocratic territories after building the new city, but the rebellion gave him an early opportunity¡ªone to swallow the vast land and population of Stronghold in one gulp. He didn¡¯t intend to let go of the nobles this time. Chapter 445 Chapter 445: Attacks Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Cacusim arrived at the dock as the first rays of sunlight started to peep through the clouds. Unlike the usual, the dock was packed with silent soldiers. They stood erect, with their sacks and long-barrelled guns on their backs, looking like a thick forest in a storm. Although the dock was crowded, everyone was moving in an organized manner. Watching the soldiers board the paddle steamer one by one, Cacusim was filled with an indescribable sense of power and strength. He swallowed hard while thinking, These are the soldiers trained by His Highness. ¡°How incredible!¡± The old man had traveled from Seawindshire to the Port of Clearwater as a youth. This distance was over half the Kingdom of Graycastle, and he had also led the commercial fleet to the Fjords and nearby islands. So, he had personally witnessed the arrogant demeanor of the armored knights, as well as the fierce demeanor of the barbarians who killed beasts bare-handed. To him, these soldiers were undeniable fighters that could exercise extreme power. However, he had not expected to feel that power once again, but while standing with the group of ordinary people he could feel it and it was stronger than ever. ¡°No doubt these are just ordinary people¡­¡± He thought. It had been about four months since Cacusim arrived at Border Town, and each day he understood the town a little better. He knew that the First Army consisted mostly of locals and that many of them were miners, hunters, furnace labors, and masons before they joined the army. Because of this, they had never received any professional combat training. Nevertheless, in just a few months, these people had become as brave and disciplined as any knight. ¡°What magic did his Highness use on them?¡± ¡°Are you¡­ really going?¡± Cacusim heard Wade whisper from behind him. He could tell from his lowered voice, that he too was silenced by the presence of the army. ¡°Why did I apply for the captain position if I wasn¡¯t going?¡± Cacusim answered while taking a deep breath. ¡°But they are off to fight.¡± Wade continued. ¡°They all offer their services to His Highness.¡± The old man corrected. Without turning his head he added, ¡°And so do I.¡± Following the momentary silence, Wade then implored, ¡°Stay alive.¡± Cacusim waved in response. ¡­ Cacusim boarded the sixth paddle steamer as it arrived with the swirling snow. According to the tradition, a captain can name their own ship, and even though this boat belonged to His Highness, he was still allowed to decide its name. Yet, he still had not made up his mind. This was the second time he had assumed the position of captain since his retirement ten years ago. So, he wished to come up with a name dedicated to his memory. ¡°Captain, there you are!¡± As soon as Cacusim stepped into the cabin at the helm, the first mate came up to greet him. ¡°We are now preheating the boiler, and I promise it will soon be ready to go¡± The young man was called Pike and he was from the Southern Territory. He had a few years experience fishing on the sea. If he was a part of another fleet, he wouldn¡¯t even pass as a sailor but on this boat, everyone was a newbie. ¡°Everyone¡¯s here?¡± ¡°All are on board. You were the last one,¡± Pike replied with a wink. ¡°If you don¡¯t know how to respect your captain, I¡¯ll be happy to teach you through a full day of deck cleaning.¡± ¡°Yes, captain.¡± The young man shouted, erecting himself immediately, ¡°Of course I do!¡± ¡°That¡¯s better,¡± Cacusim commented. While stroking his beard he gave Pike orders. ¡°Tell the boiler house to stoke up the fire, but not to shut the damn steam valve. I don¡¯t want to rear-end the boat in front of us!¡± ¡°Yes, gotcha.¡± Without finishing the sentence, Pike had slipped back into his previous playful manner. He quickly winked at the old man and dashed out of the cabin. ¡°That rascal,¡± Cacusim mumbled while shaking his head smiling. He was more at ease after the interaction, as if he had slipped back to the good days of when he roamed the sea. The old man went back to the wheel, where he gently stroked its wooden handle. Slowly he began to remember the operating procedures for a paddle steamer. The stone boat invented by His Highness was very different from the sailboat. It didn¡¯t have a mast or a cabin below deck, instead, it had two chambers. The first chamber is located at the helm and is called the wheelhouse. This room has two large windows from which the captain can see the route and navigate clearly. The second chamber is found in the middle and it contains the boiler that powers the boat. Behind the wheelhouse, there was a bare deck and this space was often filled by miners during training. During this time of training, they would often travel west along the Redwater River to drop the miners off at the edge of the Misty Forest, where they could find coal. Coal lasted longer than wood and was the preferred fuel for Seawindshire. Now, there was a makeshift shed constructed from cloth, apparently set up in preparation for the boarded soldiers. Although Cacusim was not familiar with the stone boat, he soon realized it was not hard to operate and even simpler than a sailboat in many ways. First of all, this boat didn¡¯t require wind and sails for direction and power. Overall it took less man power to run. Furthermore, It would not be hard to teach a villager how to run a stove, whereas it would take at least six months for them to master sailing. The stone boat could run by itself for a long time as long as the engine was on and the steam valve was shut. Just then, the tranquility of Border Town¡¯s early morning was broken by a dull steam whistle from the front of the line. The first boat was sailing off. ¡°Captain, the water in the boiler is ready!¡± reported Pike who scurried back to the wheel house. ¡°Ring the bell to tell Bigpad and Grizzly that it is time to shut the valve and speed up. It¡¯s time to move.¡± Cacusim solemnly gave the instructions. ¡°Yes, sir. Advance!¡± Pike pulled on the long iron string attached to the wall, which would ring the bell in the boiler house and deliver the captain¡¯s command. In response, the boat shook violently, and the wooden tires on either side started to move slowly. Cacusim held tight to the wheel at the helm and looked straight ahead. When Vader asked him why he wanted to fight, he actually did not tell him the truth. Saying it was to serve His Highness was only a small part of the reason. The truth was he simply enjoyed being a ¡°captain¡±. It didn¡¯t matter if it was a sailboat or a paddle steamer, Cacusim truly loved the feel of the wheel in his hands as he navigated the bow through the thrusting waves. This is the life he really wants. ¡°Full sail¡­ No, continue to shovel coal!¡± The old man turned to face starboard while hollering. ¡°Hold on guys! We¡¯re setting out!¡± ******************* ¡°If you ferry me to Border Town the Eltkes will pay you well. How about five¡­ no, ten gold royals?¡± The steward asked while blocking the troubled boatman¡¯s cabin door. The steward had placed his left foot in the crack of the door to prevent the boatman from closing it in his face and effectively shutting him out. ¡°Y¡­ Your Excellency, I¡¯m happy to be at your service, but I just can¡¯t.¡± The boatman stammered, ¡°L¡­ Look, there isn¡¯t even a shed above my boat to protect you from the snow. It wouldn¡¯t be a problem to ferry you across the river, but to Border Town¡­ that would take several days! ¡°Just consider this freezing weather. Where would we sleep?¡± the boatman implored. ¡°We would become frozen like popsicles in just one night on the boat, wouldn¡¯t we?¡± ¡°Are there any other boatmen nearby who can ferry me to Border Town?¡± the steward persisted. ¡°No, not a one.¡± the boatman denied while waving his hand. ¡°We only have small boats. Y¡­ You should go to Stronghold to find a boat you can spend the night on.¡± If I could have entered Longsong Stronghold, why did I come here looking for a boatman that fished and ferried for a living? the steward thought to himself as the boatman shut the door. The steward kicked at the snow. Ever since the four families started to attack Stronghold, all the city gates had been closed. He spent a long time taking this detour and now found that all of his efforts were in vain. It will be getting dark soon. How am I going to complete my Lord¡¯s task? The steward sullenly looked at the Redwater River, but he was soon stunned. Good Heavens, what¡¯s that? He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, making sure what he was seeing was not an illusion. A huge fleet was coming down the river and the boats were unlike any he had seen before. Through the dense misty snow, the vessels roared and whistled towards him at full speed. There was not any sail on the gray boats and yet they were still proceeding against the wind, their bows cutting the water and cleaving through the waves. On the first boat, he could see a flag flapping in the wind with the embroidered emblem of a tower and a gun. The steward held his breath in realization, ¡°This is the fleet of Prince Roland Wimbledon!¡± Chapter 446 Chapter 446: Here Comes the Giant Beast Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Longsong Stronghold was bisected by a branch of the Redwater River; to the West laid the residential area and to the East laid vast farming lands. Unlike the other big cities that were set in the suburbs of farmlands, the towering city wall of the Stronghold encircled both the residential area and a portion of the farmlands. It was built to defend against human beings, and not demonic beasts. However, even if the city was under siege, Stronghold would still flourish and be able to supply its people. As such, the outer wall of Longsong Stronghold was split where the river divided the two sections of the city. Between the divide in the walls hung several massive chains which were the width of a man¡¯s arm. If an enemy decided to attack from the river, the hemp cords holding the heavy chains would be cut and send them crashing into the water to stop the enemy below. Fortunately, the inner land of the Western Region had rarely been attacked by any fleets. So, these cables had almost never come into use, and would not this time either. Out on the water, Roland¡¯s fleet pushed through the storm. Around twilight, they were able to see the silhouette of the fortress in the distance. Strands of the beacon¡¯s fire could be seen flashing above the city, slashing through the inkiness of the ever gradually darkening sky. ¡°The enemies have already reached the lord¡¯s castle and there are some militias fighting with the guards at the north gate of the city wall. It looks like they can¡¯t hold up any longer.¡± Lightning, who had carefully investigated the situation in the city, continued giving her detailed report to the prince, ¡°There are around 200 people attacking the castle. The first round of attacks failed. The enemies have weapons similar to our flintlocks, but they look completely different.¡± ¡°Is Petrov alright?¡± Roland inquired, showing concern. Roland currently cared most about the safety of his agent. ¡°He¡¯s fine, other than being a little frightened. But¡­ ¡± ¡°But what?¡± ¡°His family was killed,¡± Lightning answered, her mouth twitching. ¡°His Excellency Petrov warned his father and asked him to get to the castle. However, his other family members were taken as hostages, including the Countess. They were being held by the four families in exchange for surrender and subsequently they were executed one by one.¡± The little girl paused for a moment before continuing, ¡°I took an opportunity to fly into the castle to tell him that you would be coming soon and he had only one request.¡± Roland nodded and asked, ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Blood for blood.¡± There was an unwritten rule among nobles where people with bestowed titles were exempt from being murdered in times of battle. In the case of the family of Earl Honeysuckle, most of his loved ones had been honored with a knighthood. However, the four families had betrayed that rule. Not only did they hate the Honeysuckle Family because of the benefits of Roldan¡¯s support but they were also being driven by a new political power. In light of this, Roland was almost certain the power behind them was the new king, Timothy Wimbledon. He now realized there was no room for mercy and that he needed to crush them. Supporting the king and executing rebels was very different from helping the church slaughter nobles. The prince looked towards Stronghold and coldly gave the order, ¡°Go straight into the city and take the dock!¡± ******************* Ayt heard the sound of footsteps below the city wall. He raised the flintlock numbly, aiming it at the dark hole below. This was the only path to climb up the city wall from within. There had been several rounds of attacks since the enemies captured the city gate, but they were still not able to seize the northern part of the city wall. The battle started yesterday at noon and had yet to cease. He hadn¡¯t expected to be standing in the cold, brisk wind for so long. After watching his supporting comrades fall one by one into pools of blood, all he could focus on was fighting. ¡°Are they coming again?¡± Seeing a long-barrelled gun pop up next to him, Ayt tilted his head to the side and found that it was his unit leader, Bronzehill. ¡°I could hear them,¡± Ayt replied feebly, ¡°but I have no idea how many there are in the darkness.¡± ¡°They don¡¯t know how many of us are left either,¡± Bronzehill comforted him. ¡°So¡­ how many are left?¡± Bronzehill answered after a moment¡¯s hesitation, ¡°Only five. Raven just took his last breath.¡± ¡°And we probably won¡¯t see the sun tomorrow,¡± Ayt said bitterly. After the initial feelings of fear and panic, he then became numb. It was this experience that helped him finally understand what his instructor had meant when he said, ¡°Only a real battle will quickly make you a man.¡± However, this did not make the current situation any better. Out of the three units, there were only five people left. Even if the enemies didn¡¯t make it up the wall, they would likely die from starvation or exposure to cold. ¡°Can we still surrender?¡± ¡°Surrender?¡± Bronzehill snorted. ¡°Didn¡¯t you hear what they were yelling? ¡®Kill the rebels!¡¯ There¡¯s nothing but death ahead. We¡¯d better take down as many as possible while we can.¡± Ayt knew the unit leader was right. Many captured soldiers from the Second Army were beheaded. They were not nobles, and nobody would pay a ransom. But¡­ he just hated the idea of dying up here. The instructor had told them about how happy life in Border Town was and promised that once the Months of the Demons had passed, soldiers who did well in the Second Army would be transferred to the First Army and receive free housing there. There was plenty of food in Border Town, as well as running water and a heating system that could warm up a whole room without ignition¡­ He wanted to survive and see the amazing things that his instructor had described. ¡°Here they come!¡± Bronzehill suddenly shouted while pulling the trigger. In the muzzle flash, Ayt could see the figure of the enemy revealed in the darkness. Six or seven people were creeping slowly up along the wall, holding up their shields. He even caught a glimpse of the terror in their eyes. The unit leader missed his target, fortunately, he was already pointing the gun in the right direction. He aimed at the fleeting figure and fired again. There was the muffled sound of a bullet hitting a wooden shield, and then a shriek, followed by the sound of a heavy object rolling down the stairs. Realizing that they had been exposed, the rest of the enemies rushed to the opening recklessly. Bronzehill was struggling to reload his gun, but his frozen hands hindered the process, slowing him greatly. Ayt jumped back from the open pit and groped frantically for his gunpowder sack. His heart sank when he found it empty and he realized that he had already used it all. According to his training, now was the time to use the bayonets. He pulled out the bayonet and struggled to attach the knife to the front of his gun. Clenching his teeth in frustration, he finally got it to attach and lifted it just in time as the enemy breached the hole and rushed at him. Instantly firing, Bronzehill took the first man down, but there was a second close on his heels and this one managed to slide a sword into Bronzehill¡¯s chest. Ayt was stunned and his training took over. He mechanically thrust his bayonet in futility, only striking the enemy¡¯s shield. The enemy easily kicked him to the ground, disarming him completely. Am I really going to die here? Looking up at the night sky in despair, he noticed a dark figure above him. He normally wouldn¡¯t notice something so dark against the inky sky that night, but the shadow was close and rapidly getting closer still. It plummeted towards him like a collapsed curtain made of night. Ayt¡¯s eyes bulged as the shadow became more defined and he realized it was a giant beast! This was a beast only found in nightmares. Its huge crimson mouth was gaping, head larger than a bull¡¯s, and giant wings that almost covered the entire length of the city wall. The giant beast descended right in front of Ayt, crushing the enemies who just surfaced from the opening. ¡°Ow¡­ Ow¡­!¡± It released a thunderous growl that was loud enough to wake the dead! Chapter 447 Chapter 447: The Reaper Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Ayt was paralyzed with fright. He helplessly stared at the beast, who now also turned to look at him. He could clearly see mucus dripping from its beige fangs. ¡°Relax. I¡¯m not going to eat you.¡± The beast suddenly spoke in human language with a muddy voice, which almost horrified him enough to shriek. He was astounded again when seeing a girl jump off the beast¡¯s back. She walked towards Bronzehill, turned him over and checked him out. She said to the beast, ¡°He¡¯s alive. Maggie, send him to Nana.¡± ¡°Ow!¡± The beast seemed to understand what she said. It grabbed Bronzehill with its claws and flew up again. The flapping of its wings stirred up the air, producing strong winds, which made Ayt unable to open his eyes. When the wind and snow finally stopped, he squinted at the city wall but saw nothing at all¡ªas if everything that had happened was just a dream. ¡°No, it¡¯s not a dream¡­ That girl is still here!¡± he thought. He vaguely saw the girl¡¯s figure in the darkness. There was apparently no light around, but her pupils were emitting weird golden lights, like stars in the night. ¡°You¡­ you¡¯re¡­¡± ¡°I came to help you.¡± The girl¡¯s reply left him dumbfounded. ¡°Wh-what?¡± Ayt felt this was more implausible than a dream. ¡°You¡¯re here to help me?¡± ¡°Yes. His Highness Roland sent me here.¡± She squatted down, dug out a long sword from the flattened corpses and swung it, completely disregarding the fact that the sword was covered with flesh and blood. Ayt was overcome by a feeling of sickness. He retched twice but vomited nothing except bile. Just then, outside the city wall, a battle cry resounded again. The beast had just terrified the enemiesÒ»but now that they saw it had left, and they had no idea what had happened up there on top of the city wall, they began to stir again. ¡°By ¡®His Highness¡¯¡­ you mean the prince of Border Town?¡± He wiped his mouth and gasped. ¡°Is there another Roland besides him?¡± the black-haired girl asked, as she started to dig another weapon from a corpse. Ayt immediately turned his head away from her. ¡°But it takes at least three days to get here from Border Town¡­ How did His Highness know about the noble¡¯s rebellion so quickly?¡± Ayt swallowed hard and continued, ¡°and the beast just now¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a beast, but a witch that came here to save you.¡± Her voice turned cold. ¡°I don¡¯t have time to answer all your questions. Just keep quiet.¡± As there was no flintlock blocking them this time, the enemies easily came up on top of the city wall. When torches lit the place up again, they were surprised to find only a girl standing in front of them. Malicious laughter soon broke the silence. Ayt immediately knew what they meant by the laughter. ¡°Stay alert. Don¡¯t give them any chance to play any dirty tricks on us.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, my lord. We¡¯ll take care of it, but later¡­¡± ¡°When I¡¯m done, I¡¯ll leave her to you.¡± ¡°Hey¡­ fine with me.¡± ¡°Qui-quickly come back here to me!¡± Ayt struggled to stand up, but what happened next made him stare in amazement. A silver light chopped down and the laughter died abruptly. The leader of the enemies was chopped into two pieces by the long sword. His shield and armor could not stop it at all. In fact, he didn¡¯t even see the girl strike. When the two pieces of his body fell down with blood spurting out from the wounds, everyone¡¯s smile froze on their face. However, this was just the beginning. The black-haired girl took one step forward and swept her sword. Before Ayt could clearly see her movements, he heard the sound of flesh scraping and bones breakings. The three men had no time to react as they were ripped open in their stomachs. Their intestines fell out mixed with blood and spilled all over the ground. ¡°You¡­¡± Ayt opened his mouth a little but didn¡¯t know what to say. The girl looked back at him and said, ¡°Go find your surviving battle companions and gather on top of the wall. Someone will come to fetch you later.¡± With these words, she jumped directly off the city wall. ¡°The city wall here was thirty feet tall!¡± He endured all the pains in his body, fumbled to climb close to the edge of the wall and looked down. He saw the crowd down there turning into a meat grinder. The girl killed wherever she went. She freely dashed among the crowd, with her weapon moving around smoothly in her hand. She easily cut down the entire enemy who dared to stand in front of her, like the reaping of wheat. In less than a quarter of an hour, the enemy collapsed. They¡¯d never seen such a fierce opponent, who was faster than a snow wolf and stronger than a grizzly bear. Facing her sword, nobody could react, dodge, or fight. The noblemen hurriedly retreated and the siege was extinguished, merely by one person. She followed the escaping crowd all the way, leaving a trail of blood behind her. At this sight, Ayt dropped to the ground and cold sweat soaked his spine. That¡¯s a witch? Well. whatever¡­ I survived! ******************* The Stronghold castle was tightly besieged by the four families¡¯ armies. A dozen bonfires around the castle brightly lit the place up. After a day and night of fighting, the second floor of the castle had already been conquered. The Honeysuckles now shrunk back to the very top of it and must be suffering from both hunger and fear up there. Jacques Medde looked at this towering lord¡¯s castle and began to feel excited. After his father died, he traveled all the way back to the territory from the King¡¯s City just to inherit the Earl¡¯s title, but now he had an even better chance. Timothy mentioned in the secret letter that if he could take hold of Longsong Stronghold for the King¡¯s City, the king¡¯s army would come here when the snow melted to conquer the rebel king, Roland Wimbledon. Once the rebel king was eliminated, Timothy would probably let him govern the Western Region. Together with the territory of Earl Honeysuckle, Jacques would have both the land and title of a duke. Duke Medde. What a wonderful name! This castle would also become my residence. ¡°My lord, the sixth platoon has come back down,¡± a knight came and reported, ¡°and they said they heard a lot less flintlock sounds from the enemy. Is it time to send iron armor platoons up there?¡± Jacques Medde nodded and said, ¡°Go and arrange it.¡± Iron armor platoons were specially developed to fight against flintlocks. During the fighting, three or four soldiers formed a team¡ªtwo of them held shields made of wood with several layers of iron coating, which could cover them all up, and had holes for aiming and firing. In order to make more shields like this, he made the tough decision to tear down a dozen knight¡¯s armors. Of course, those thick iron-coated shields had a weakness, too. As it was hard to carry and the whole team had to move slowly, they would easily become targets for their enemies. ¡°Luckily, the Honeysuckles can¡¯t hold out any longer.¡± Jacques sneered silently. ¡°They reacted unexpectedly quickly and withdrew part of their soldiers and knights back into the castle before the four families¡¯ armies arrived, and they had just only nearly a hundred men. It¡¯s impossible for them to fight a long, hard battle. It¡¯ll probably take several days before Prince Roland receives the news. If I send Petrov¡¯s head as a gift to Roland Wimbledon, how will he look like? Chapter 448 Chapter 448: A Hail of Bullets Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°My lord, the dock area in the west city seems strange,¡± reported a guard who was in charge of sealing off the street. ¡°I¡¯ve heard strange noises coming from there and sent two platoons to investigate but none of them came back.¡± ¡°What?¡± Jacques Medde said with a frown, ¡°You must have misheard it.¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s clear, like the sounds of heavy, rapid breathing. Wheeze, wheeze¡­¡± the guard said, imitating the sounds. ¡°Maybe it¡¯s the snoring sounds of a tramp?¡± ¡°My lord, in this weather, anyone sleeping outside will be frozen to death,¡± the guard insisted, ¡°and nobody can snore that loudly. It must be a giant almost as tall as the city wall if they¡¯re really snoring sounds.¡± The Earl stared at him for a good long while and then turned away, shouting, ¡°Knight Dowcan!¡± ¡°My lord, what can I do for you?¡± a knight wearing the badge of the Maple Family on his chest responded, striding toward the Earl. ¡°Summon your platoon and follow my guard to investigate the dock in the city.¡± Jacques patted the knight¡¯s shoulder and added, ¡°Inform me at once if you¡¯ve any news.¡± ¡°Eh¡­ Could you send someone else there?¡± the young knight said, hesitating. ¡°My father urged me to enter the castle together with you.¡± ¡°It won¡¯t take you long to go to the dock, but I can assure you here it¡¯ll take a lot longer,¡± the Earl said with a smile, ¡°and if the Honeysuckle Family surrenders, I¡¯ll wait for you here.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ fine.¡± After the knight left with his guard, Jacques¡¯ facial expression turned stone-cold. ¡°Keep dreaming! You think you can receive the same credit by sending a son here to enter the castle with me? His Majesty mentioned only me in the secret letter!¡± Before long, he heard the distant sound of gunfire coming from the west. Jacques was instantly on the alert. ¡°What¡¯s that? The eldest son of the Maple Family has no flintlock.¡± When he was planning to send some of his knights there to check the situation, the guard who had reported to him earlier stumbled back into the battalion. ¡°My, my lord¡­ things have gone wrong!¡± ¡°What went wrong?¡± ¡°The rebel king¡­ he came here!¡± The guard said with his eyes widely opened, ¡°Thousands of enemies are heading for the castle!¡± ¡°You meant Roland Wimbledon¡¯s army?¡± Jacques raised his hand and slapped the guard on the face. ¡°Thousands of them? If you dare to talk nonsense, I¡¯ll hang you up on the city gate!¡± ¡°My lord, they carry the flags of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± The guard did not dare to dodge. He got down on one knee and continued, ¡°I wanted the squire of Knight Dowcan to catch one or two enemies to get further information, but the moment they charged towards them, they were, were¡­¡± ¡°What happened to them?¡± the Earl pressed. ¡°They were shot down by intense gunfire.¡± The Earl could tell from the guard¡¯s face that he seemed to have witnessed very terrifying scenes. ¡°At that time, it looked like numerous fires popped out all of a sudden in the darkness and the cracking sounds never stopped. Twenty people only charged forward for less than 100 steps before they were all shot down and so did the horses!¡± The guard swallowed and went on, ¡°My lord, I¡¯ve never seen such an intense gunfire. If there weren¡¯t more than a thousand enemies, how could they eliminate the knight¡¯s platoon in just a blink?¡± ¡°Where is the eldest son of the Maple Family?¡± ¡°He¡¯s¡­ run away.¡± The Earl sank, weak-kneed, into his chair and was completely confused. ¡°How is it possible? The four families started to act from yesterday at noon and Prince Roland came to support Longsong Stronghold tonight. If we count the messaging time, does this mean he needs only one day to come here from his town? Even when sailing smoothly with the wind the entire time, they can¡¯t reach here that fast, let alone while carrying a thousand people. To transport that many people, he needs at least a huge fleet, but according to the intelligence, Border Town has no ship in the winter!¡± How could things turn out like this? ¡°No, I have to be calm in such an emergency.¡± Jacques Medde wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought that maybe the guard did talk nonsense. Without torches, he could not see clearly how many enemies were there on the dock in the darkness when he was obviously shocked by their firing flintlocks. ¡°Flintlocks may seem powerful. However, their shooting range was merely about 40 steps and their reloading speed and hit rate were extremely low. Assuming that every enemy is equipped with this kind of weapon, they won¡¯t be unbeatable for at most two dozen soldiers who can march abreast in the street leading to the castle. If I inform the Wild Rose and the Wolf Family now and gather all the knights, mercenary fighters and guards to attack them after their first round of firing, maybe we could defeat them. Unlike battles in fields, the poor efficiency in flintlock reloading is a fatal shortcoming in street fights. ¡°Damn it.¡± Jacques slapped on an arm of his chair and said to the head of his guards. ¡°Go to invite Earl Wild Rose and the Viscount of the Wolf Family to come here and order all the men with flintlocks to block the entrance of the castle. Go!¡± Compared with crossbowmen, it¡¯s much faster to train flintlock soldiers. Let them block the enemies first. Their lives aren¡¯t worth much. If necessary, knights can tread on them. To his great surprise, the head of his guards came back and reported, ¡°They¡¯ve already left the battalion with their men.¡± To besiege Petrov, the four families respectively held the four sides of the castle. Jacques did not expect that the other families received the news earlier than him. Now, the sounds of gunfire were nearing the castle. As the guard had described, they were the deep rumble of dense drums, loud and clear across the growing mounds of snow. ¡°These bastards!¡± Jacques¡¯ heart froze. He looked at the castle for the last time. He had no choice but to order a retreat. This time, only he and his guards had the chance to flee. His men in the castle were left behind. Outside the castle, the Earl was shocked by the scene. The enemies were everywhere, and any knight who tried to break through the blockade would be shot down remorselessly. Their weapons were nothing like the flintlocks sent by Timothy. They could fire continuously and seemed to require no reloading. It was chaotic. Members of the other three families were trapped, with the exception of Knight Dowcan, who had been the first to flee. ¡°My lord, what should we do?¡± ¡°Send for the iron armor platoons!¡± he cried out. ¡°We¡¯ll forge behind them and we¡¯ll be covered by their iron shields.¡± After all the troubles, three iron armor platoons finally gathered and slowly moved forward holding their shields. The other knights found it and followed them, too. They knew that this might be their last chance to break through. Unfortunately, Jacques Medde made a mistake. When they were only 100 steps from their enemies, the latter¡¯s weapons exploded with dazzling bursts of fire. The iron shields made to block lead balls were instantly riddled with bullets. The men in the front holding the shields were killed. Splashing metal debris shot through bodies, stirring up a thick fog of blood behind the shields. Before the Earl could call out the order of charge, he was cut down in a volley of fire. Chapter 449 Chapter 449: The Course of War Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ When Roland walked into the messy castle, Petrov and Earl Hull were kneeling down on one knee in the center of the hall, awaiting his arrival. All the bodies on the floor had been removed, but the smell of the blood lingered. The pieces of broken furnishings and weapons could be seen everywhere; he could almost imagine the killing-scenes between the two parties in the battle for the castle. ¡°Rise.¡± Roland walked towards Petrov, bending over to hold his shoulders. ¡°Yes,¡± Petrov said in a choked voice, ¡°Your Highness, you are finally here.¡± ¡°You did a good job,¡± Roland said with a heavy voice, ¡°the four big families will pay a heavy price for this, and the murderers shall be brought to justice.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t guard Longsong Stronghold well¡­¡± ¡°You did your best. It¡¯s not your fault.¡± Roland sighed. Petrov was not a ruler of war. This was evident from the seizure of the previous city by the light cavalry and the rebellion of the nobilities this time. He was good at managing the territory, proficient in trading, and skilled in capturing opportunities, but he was not a Machiavellian. He was definitely not an expert at fighting and plotting. If it wasn¡¯t for the Second Army that was stationed in the castle in accordance with the emergency measure, he wouldn¡¯t have been able to hold more than two days. However, that did not mean Petrov Hull was not a good manager. If he was not good at war, he should be assigned to a territory without any war. Roland preferred operators with a business mind to those with fighting talents. ¡°I believe there must have been an inducement for this riot,¡± Roland looked at everyone around him. ¡°This is a downright conspiracy. The enemy seeks to subvert the order of Western Region in order to obtain benefits that don¡¯t belong to them.¡± The scene quieted down. Everyone, including both the armed soldiers of the First Army and the wounded knights behind Petrov, had their gazes on His Highness. ¡°They have committed a felony for this, murdering the nobility and killing the civilians. After the war, we¡¯ll see that many people have lost their families, and many houses will have been looted. But their conspiracy didn¡¯t succeed in the end. It was your unyielding resistance that prevented Stronghold from falling into a greater tragedy. Your performance was heroic and your willpower was laudable!¡± The knights slightly lifted their chests without realizing it. ¡°However, the war isn¡¯t over yet. These rebels are fleeing in panic, and it¡¯s time for us to seek our revenge! I swear no matter where the enemies are hiding, they won¡¯t escape the coming trial, be it in the territories of the four families¡­ or King¡¯s City!¡± Roland paused and said categorically, ¡°The culprits who caused the rebellion are bound to be punished too! The blood you shed¡­ will not be in vain!¡± ¡°Long live, Your Highness!¡± Petrov and Earl Hull knelt down once again. ¡°Long live, Your Highness!¡± The surviving knights and soldiers of the Second Army also began to kneel. Soon, everyone was kneeling on one knee with their upper body upright, right hand on the chest, shouting the slogan in unison. ¡°Long live, Your Highness!¡± ¡­ After comforting the people at the scene, Roland summoned Petrov, Van¡¯er, Brian, and Iron Axe into the study on the third floor of the castle, which was the only place that had not been invaded. All the furnishings were basically intact. Roland knew that he would probably have to spend the next few days there. The first thing he had to do was to understand the situation regarding the battlefield within the city. He looked at Iron Axe, and the latter reported immediately, ¡°The witches have seized back the northern gate and the eastern gate which was once occupied by the four families. The First Army is eliminating the rebels within the city under Miss Sylvie¡¯s guidance. The order of the city should be restored by tomorrow morning.¡± ¡°What about the casualties?¡± ¡°A total of six people were injured so far, and all of them are from the rifle battalion, but they¡¯ve been treated and cured by Miss Nana.¡± ¡°What about the Second Army? Has it been counted?¡± ¡°Not yet¡­ But according to the latest news, there are more casualties.¡± Brian hesitated. ¡°Both of the platoons sent to support the city wall have been defeated, and they haven¡¯t been gathered so far. Out of the 50 soldiers who were sent to defend the castle, 11 were killed, and almost none of the soldiers patrolling on the city wall survived.¡± Roland nodded. The militancy of this era was not as high, enabling the 100 people to persist for two days. The defensive party tended to have the bigger advantages, especially when the enemy lacked effective assault weapons. If the other party wasn¡¯t using firearms, the Lord¡¯s castle could not be broken through with only the flesh and blood of the mercenary and guards. This was fully taken into account during the design of this building to prevent enemy attack. At this thought, he instructed Iron Axe, ¡°Show me some of the rebels¡¯ firearms.¡± Roland was really concerned about the new hot weapons of this era. Although this day was expected to come sooner or later since the birth of the snow powder, the development speed of Timothy really surprised him. Iron Axe carried out the order quickly. Only several minutes later, a few tube-like weapons of different lengths and shapes were carried into the study by soldiers. After seeing the actual objects, Roland quickly understood why the enemies could build the weapons in a fairly short time. These long tubes could not be called flintlock in the sense that they had no trigger and percussion device, and they were nothing more than metal tubes with a hole at each end. It was deeper at one end for loading gunpowder and bullets and had a needle-like hole at the end for ignition. The other end was shallower and could be used as the handle after inserting a bamboo stick or a wooden pole. It was very similar to the prototype of the firearm, structure-wise. The loading process of this primitive firearm was the same as that of the flintlock, but the launch was more troublesome. It required a gunman to hold the wooden pole under his armpit and ignite the gunpowder with the hand on the other side. Due to the limitation caused by the holding position, it was impossible to aim accurately and could only be roughly pointed straight ahead while shooting. But it was still undoubtedly a hot weapon. Putting aside all the inconveniences, its launch principle was completely consistent with the flintlock. Its barrel and projectile were almost the same as those of the latter¡¯s, so the power was far greater than crossbow bolts. If shot, the armor of knights would not hold the attack. Timothy¡¯s efforts on the customization could obviously be seen from the unique look of each firearm. Some were made of rolled-steel with clear thumping traces left on the body of the pipe, while some were molded by wrought copper and looked smooth. Considering they were simply testing products to assist the four families, the firearm used by Timothy himself should be better. However¡­ even the best firearm was merely a firearm. The King¡¯s City had no chance of winning as soon as the launch of the spring attack began. They would be unable to face the Western Region army armed with revolving rifles, bolt rifles, and HMGs (heavy machine gun). Roland shifted his gaze back to the four of them and said, ¡°The First Army will be recovering the suburban territories of Longsong Stronghold one by one from tomorrow onwards. Any nobility who resists can be put to death on the spot. I hope the entire Western Region will be unified after this week.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± The four of them answered in unison. Chapter 450 Chapter 450: Old Friends Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Rene Medde had been trapped in the basement of the Elk¡¯s mansion for half a month. He thought he could¡¯ve stopped Jacques, but he hadn¡¯t expected his elder brother to make the first move. ¡°Here is your lunch. Hope you enjoy it.¡± Sean, the long-faced steward, brought a plate of sticky food to the cell. What was on the plate looked like a mixture of oatmeal and vegetables, and the portion was only palm-sized. ¡°Set me free, you dumbass!¡± Rene threw the food on the floor. Holding the cell bars, he shouted, ¡°Jacques is a dumbass too. He has no idea what he¡¯s doing. It¡¯s not too late to let me out!¡± The steward shook his head regretfully, took out a handkerchief and cleaned up his dirty shoes. ¡°If I were you, I would¡¯ve eaten that food instead of spoiling it. The Earl told me to bring you food once a day all this week, to let you save some strength.¡± ¡°Damn it. Haven¡¯t you heard what I said?¡± Rene burst out with strong language. ¡°This isn¡¯t about a meal. If Jacques doesn¡¯t stop, he¡¯ll destroy the Elk Family. For my father¡¯s sake, open this cage!¡± Seemingly, the steward was moved by what Rene said in the end. As he was just about to leave, he stopped. ¡°Your father? I think if he were still alive, he would¡¯ve expelled you from this house.¡± He then turned around and looked at Rene, expressionless. ¡°Master, you seem to have forgotten that it was Roland Wimbledon who killed the Earl of the Elk Family. On the other hand, the Honeysuckle Family has not only gone over to Prince Roland¡¯s side, but also assisted him in suppressing the other four families. At this moment, your elder brother is trying to correct this mistake, yet you¡¯re scared to death. How can you be a qualified knight this way?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not for you to judge whether I¡¯m a qualified knight,¡± Rene said angrily. ¡°In the past three years, while I was defeating the demonic beasts in Hermes¡¯ defensive line, Jacques was busy enjoying wine and women in the King¡¯s City. Do you think it¡¯s out of bravery that he decided to attack the Honeysuckle Family? Don¡¯t be ridiculous. He¡¯s only blinded by profit!¡± Sean sighed. ¡°Even if you¡¯re the younger brother of Milord Jacques, you should show him some basic respect. After all, he is both an Earl and the head of the Elk Family.¡± After this, the steward ignored Rene and left the basement along the stairs. When the door was closed, the basement returned to silence. ¡°Damn it!¡± The second son of the Elk Family smashed his fist down onto the floor forcefully. Since the beginning of winter, Jacques had begun to visit the other families more often. Rene didn¡¯t pay much attention to it at first¡ªafter all, he wasn¡¯t interested in managing his family. Besides, when he was taken captive by His Royal Highness the first time, Jacques refused to pay the ransom, and it was Petrov who offered him a helping hand and got him released from prison. Since then, the relationship between the two brothers had fallen to the freezing point. Even so, Rene didn¡¯t plan to fight with his brother about who would be head of the household. When he heard the news about the construction of Border Town, he even considered going to the town and serving Prince Roland by becoming an official guarding knight. But afterwards, there were some changes in the situation. During a private feast held in the Elk mansion, Rene heard that the four families were planning to unite and fight together against Longsong Stronghold. That night, Rene rushed into Jacques¡¯ study and confronted him, but Jacques wasn¡¯t happy about it and threw him out. Thinking about it overnight, Rene decided to tell Petrov the news and lead his patrolmen to stop Jacques. Unexpectedly, his breakfast was poisoned by Jacques. When Rene woke up, he found himself in prison. Since then, despite his yelling and threatening, he hadn¡¯t yet earned himself a chance to meet with Jacques. Every day, he could only judge time by looking at the brightness of a louver in the basement corner, and the only person he had seen was Jacques¡¯s personal steward. ¡°Grrr¡­¡± With this lengthy growl coming from his stomach, he realized that he was hungry. Taking a glimpse at the scattered food on the floor, Rene turned his head and lay back onto the pile of straw on the floor. ¡°I¡¯d better go to sleep¡­ I won¡¯t feel hungry once I fall asleep.¡± The moment Rene closed his eyes, a series of footsteps resounded in the basement. ¡°Could it be¡­ Jacques coming?¡± He instantly hopped off the pile of straw and rushed to the bars. With the help of the dim light from the louver, he saw a small and slim figure. Obviously, that couldn¡¯t be the arrogant Earl. ¡°Brother, are you OK?¡± When the person arrived at the cell, he found it was Aurelia, the third daughter of the Elk Family. ¡°How did you get in?¡± ¡°Jacques wasn¡¯t around, and those servants couldn¡¯t stop me.¡± Aurelia saw the oatmeal on the floor and said incredulously, ¡°Is this what they are serving you? This is outrageous! Wait a moment. I¡¯ll tell the kitchen to cook something else for you.¡± ¡°Jacques isn¡¯t home?¡± What his sister said suddenly saddened Rene, and he almost forgot about his hunger. ¡°Where did he go?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve no idea¡­ He left two days ago,¡± Aurelia shook her head and said, ¡°along with most of the house guards. Otherwise, I couldn¡¯t have come here.¡± ¡°Damn it.¡± Rene was disappointed. ¡°Jacques left two days ago, and today is the third day¡ªeven if I can get out now, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s already too late. ¡°Brother, I heard that Jacques was trying to hurt the Honeysuckle Family. Is this true?¡± Aurelia looked worried. ¡°Will Milord Petrov be alright?¡± ¡°Right¡­ Aurelia has always had a crush on Petrov Hull. Although I¡¯ve tried to set them up as a couple, it seems my friend Petrov has somebody else in mind. But now nothing can be done.¡± Rene leaned against the bars and sat down, feeling feeble. He knew Jacques fully well. ¡°Jacques won¡¯t show mercy on the Hull Family, which would definitely cause Prince Roland to take his rage out on the whole Western Region.¡± ¡°Jacques has spent too much time in the King¡¯s City, so he¡¯s no idea what he¡¯s got himself into¡­ ¡± Rene closed his eyes. He couldn¡¯t stop thinking about the day when he and his army attacked Border Town¡ªfires continued blazing in front of his eyes; thunder boomed all around his ears unceasingly; knights in the front rows seemed to be hitting an invisible wall; and their skills, gained through years of training and the courage of fighting for honor, had all lost their effectiveness in the face of the enemies¡¯ powerful weapons. From that moment on, Rene had totally lost the intention of fighting against His Highness ever again. Nobody could defeat His Highness¡¯ troops¡ªat least no human beings could. ¡°But when Prince Roland gets to know what¡¯s happening in Stronghold and decides to sweep through this area, what¡¯s the use then if the Elk Family gains a lot of profit? This time¡­ Prince Roland may not let go of the four families.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter, brother?¡± Aurelia shook him, but he remained motionless. ¡°The Elk Family is screwed.¡± Just then, some indistinct roars spread through the thick ceiling, and then the floor slightly trembled. It felt as if the mansion was hit by something. ¡°Is that what I think it is?¡± Rene turned around, and saw his sister with the same surprised expression. Then came another dull, yet much clearer, thundering and a series of noises. Rene could hear panicked shouts from his family¡¯s servants coming from somewhere over his head. ¡°Could it be¡­ Prince Roland¡¯s army coming?¡± Rene was stunned. ¡°How¡¯s that even possible?¡± ¡°What¡¯s happening out there?¡± Aurelia stood up. ¡°I¡¯ll check.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t.¡± Rene grabbed her hand. ¡°Don¡¯t go anywhere. Just wait here.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Listen to me¡­¡± Rene swallowed, and said in a tiresome voice, ¡°It might be dangerous outside.¡± The roars quieted down before long. Only a few minutes later, a platoon invaded the basement¡ªthey wore brown uniforms and held strange, long-handled weapons. At a glance, Rene realized they were Prince Roland¡¯s troops. He felt totally hopeless. He had expected retaliation from His Highness, but not so quickly! ¡°Or maybe this is a drama directed and played by Prince Roland himself?¡± ¡°Who are you?! How dare you break into the Earl¡¯s mansion!¡± Aurelia stood up and questioned them. A tall, strong man stepped out of the platoon. With an angular face and a chilling aura around his eyes, he looked as if he was from an alien race. ¡°Are you the second son of the Elk Family, Knight Rene Medde?¡± the guy asked. ¡°Since you know who he is, you¡­ should retreat. What are you up to?¡± Aurelia said, voice trembling, but still she stood in front of the bars. ¡°I¡¯m Rene! Don¡¯t hurt her¡­ She¡¯s innocent!¡± Rene thought he was about to see something unbearable, yet the guy totally ignored Aurelia, and what he said next simply shocked Rene. ¡°I¡¯m Iron Axe, Commander of the First Army. His Highness Roland asked me to find you specifically,¡± the guy said in a low voice, ¡°and he asked me to tell you that Mr. Petrov wants to see you.¡± Chapter 451 Chapter 451: Aspirations Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Rene walked out of the Earl¡¯s mansion, squinted instinctively, and took a deep breath. It¡¯d been half a month since he last saw daylight and snow. To Rene¡¯s surprise, there were soldiers in uniform everywhere, not shamelessly plundering the mansion, but guarding crossroads in an orderly fashion. A few blood stains dotted the snowy ground, but there were neither bodies nor scattered clothing around, which meant the soldiers didn¡¯t pillage the dead when they cleared the battlefield. What he saw confirmed his supposition that these troops were different from any he¡¯d ever seen. ¡°Is Petrov alright? ¡± He looked at Iron Axe. ¡°How is¡­ Longsong Stronghold?¡± ¡°Everything is alright.¡± The tall, strong, foreign man spoke very little, but he¡¯d answer as long as Rene asked. ¡°That means Jacques Medde¡¯s plan didn¡¯t work.¡± Rene was slightly relieved. ¡°If Stronghold is intact and the Honeysuckle Family is unharmed, Petrov is bound to put in a good word for me.¡± He didn¡¯t care about Jacques¡¯ fate. ¡°That idiot almost dragged the Elk Family into a catastrophe, so whatever happened to him isn¡¯t my concern.¡± ¡°Brother¡­ what on earth did Jacques do?¡± Aurelia leaned over and asked quietly. Rene hesitated, shook his head and said, ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Aurelia instantly made an expression as if to say ¡°you¡¯re lying¡±. Rene smiled bitterly. He really didn¡¯t know how to answer that question¡­ He couldn¡¯t simply say that Jacques intended to rebel, because he only knew about the planning stages and didn¡¯t know how that plan turned out. After some silence, he asked, ¡°Do you really want to go to the castle with me?¡± ¡°Of course. I¡¯m very curious about what exactly happened to give these men a reason to break into the Earl¡¯s mansion in broad daylight.¡± She stared at Iron Axe and said, ¡°I think Milord Petrov wouldn¡¯t just sit by and do nothing about it.¡± Rene understood that his sister was actually worried about Petrov, so he finally nodded and said, ¡°Alright. If you ask him in person, he might tell you the details.¡± The group of people rode on horseback for about an hour along the snow covered roads and reached the Stronghold castle at noon. With Iron Axe leading the way, Rene and his sister stepped onto the third floor, which was heavily guarded by sentries placed every few steps. When he entered a room that looked like a study, Rene finally saw Petrov Hull, his childhood friend. However, Petrov only stood next to his desk respectfully. A gray-haired man sat by the desk, looking at Rene and Aurelia with interest and playing with a quill pen. Almost instantly, Rene recognized who this man was. He instantly went down on one knee. ¡°Your Highness, Rene Medde is here to salute you.¡± ¡°He is ¡­¡± Aurelia was a little surprised, but Rene tugged her clothes gently and hinted at her to bend a knee and bow. ¡°We met each other in Longsong Stronghold,¡± the prince said with a smile, ¡°right in the castle¡¯s basement. According to what Iron Axe just told me, you were locked up there again?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Rene was embarrassed and didn¡¯t know what he should say. Luckily, the prince wasn¡¯t expecting an answer. ¡°Please rise. Before I ordered the attack on the Elk territory, Petrov had repeatedly assured me that you would never take part in Jacques Medde¡¯s rebellion, and it seems he was right about you. But¡­ how did you end up in the basement?¡± Rene cast an appreciative look at Petrov and told the prince what had happened in his family. ¡°I see.¡± The prince nodded. ¡°It¡¯s a shame. If you could have stopped Earl Jacques, Longsong Stronghold wouldn¡¯t have gone through this disaster.¡± That remark shocked Rene, and Aurelia couldn¡¯t help but ask, ¡°What¡­ happened?¡± ¡°Jacques Medde colluded with the Maple Leaf, Wolf, and Wild Rose families, and they attacked Longsong Stronghold two days ago.¡± The prince said coldly, ¡°The attack led to mass casualties of innocent people, and two blocks were burnt down. To force the Honeysuckle Family to surrender, they even hurt Petrov¡¯s family.¡± Rene couldn¡¯t believe his ears. ¡°Even when fighting a rival noble, threatening them with their families is considered very shameful. How could Jacques do that?¡± ¡°This rebellion involved many parties, but I assure you that no one involved in the attack will escape the punishment of the law¡ªall the rebels will be severely punished!¡± The prince knocked on the desk and said, ¡°I came to Stronghold to clean the entire Western Region and not let a single rat slip through my fingers!¡± Rene felt his back break into a sweat. ¡°Your Highness, I¡­¡± Roland waved his hand to interrupt him. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t take my anger out on innocent people, and the Elk Family¡¯s offspring will be spared. Actually, I have a question for you. Jacques Medde was killed in the rebellion, so are you willing to inherit the title of Earl and serve me, just as Hull does?¡± There was only one answer to this question. Rene Medde knelt down without hesitation, a standard gesture of a knight, and he pledged to faithfully serve the prince. To his surprise, he felt quite calm while pledging his oath. Actually, he had never hated this prince who took his father¡¯s life. ¡°In a battle field, anything could happen to anyone. Moreover, it was not the prince but Duke Ryan and the other five families who started the war. After the war, the prince didn¡¯t treat the defeated noblemen harshly, and he also exchanged captives for ransom, a conventional practice among the nobility. If father hadn¡¯t died in the battle field, he probably could¡¯ve gone back to our territory safe and sound, just as the Earl of Honeysuckle did.¡± Rene was trained as a knight and held the values of a knight deep in his heart¡ª¡±A battle is plausible as long as it¡¯s righteous, and what Jacques did was not only unrighteous, but also had no purpose except to exacerbate hostility.¡± For the sake of Aurelia and all the other innocent members of his family, he must accept His Highness¡¯ offer. Without the protection of the Elk Family, these people would not be able to live a stable life ever again. After the pledge, the prince smiled and nodded. ¡°In the following days, you and your sister can live in the castle. Petrov will arrange rooms for you. There are still a few members from other families that escaped who are fighting in the suburbs, so it¡¯s better for you to wait until this rebellion quiets down before returning to your territory.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± As Rene left the study, Petrov followed. Looking at his haggard friend, Rene felt a range of emotions. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s not your fault.¡± Petrov patted on his shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it.¡± Somehow, Rene felt his friend was a lot different. He could see in Petrov¡¯s eyes a look he had never seen beforeÒ»a subtle resolution and calmness that was as strong as steel that had been repeatedly tempered with fire. Rene realized that his friend was on his way to becoming a real leader. Chapter 452 Chapter 452: The Unification Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The rebelling nobles were powerless against the First Army, and it only took a round of firing in every confrontation to decide the victor. The First Army didn¡¯t even need to change cartridges before their enemies dispersed and ran away with their tails between their legs. Moreover, the enemies usually didn¡¯t even put up a fight, and the First Army only had to pursue and capture them. Iron Axe cleared through one territory per day and quickly conquered the regions governed by the Elk, Wolf, and Wild Rose families. However, when the troops reached the Maple Leaf territory, they began slowing down. They encountered some unexpected issues. ¡°Damn it. This is no different from Stronghold.¡± Brian stared at the Earl¡¯s looming castle and spat angrily. ¡°It¡¯s protected by a moat!¡± ¡°Was anyone hurt in the past round of attacks?¡± asked Iron Axe coldly. ¡°Two unlucky men were wounded, one in the arm and the other in the back while retreating, but it doesn¡¯t seem serious,¡± said Brian, frowning. ¡°The soldiers were at a great disadvantage because they were shooting upwards from the ground, so even if the enemies only had bows and bolts, they could still contend with us.¡± Iron Axe knew that Brian was right. No one had expected the Earl of the Maple Leaf Family to have a castle built like a tower which was supported by mountains and cliffs. The streams from the Impassable Mountain Range were led into a five-meter-wide ditch that formed a small moat surrounding the castle. Since the water was constantly flowing, although there were blocks of floating ice and snow, the moat was not frozen solid. The gate was the only entrance into the tower, so in order to reach it, they had to cross the bridge, where the enemy¡¯s force was most concentrated. There were no concealments around the Earl¡¯s castle, only plains of snow, so standing on the higher ground made up for the enemies¡¯ disadvantage of using crossbow bolts. After two rounds of probing attacks, the First Army only shot down three or four people and suffered many casualties themselves. ¡°I wish we¡¯d brought cannons with us,¡± said Brian bitterly. ¡°If we shot a few cannonballs at their gate, they would surrender in no time.¡± ¡°It¡¯s too bad that the troops can¡¯t bring them here because it¡¯s too far from Stronghold, and the snow¡¯s too deep.¡± Iron Axe glanced at the sky. ¡°Let¡¯s call it a day and arrange for the troops to set up camp.¡± The territory of the Maple Leaf Family was northwest of Longsong Stronghold, next to Impassable Mountain Range, and it lay on the border of the Western Region. Simply walking here took almost a day, and the uncleared snow on the paths made it impossible to transport a 12-pound field artillery. According to reports, the Maple Leaf Family barely contributed to the rebellion, and even the Earl himself didn¡¯t participate. This meant that their resources and power were all intact and stored in this guarded tower, making it very difficult to deal with without siege weapons. At night, bonfires were lit in the camp¡¯s tents. ¡°What should we do tomorrow?¡± Brian asked, tossing wood into the fire pit. ¡°Order the soldiers to rush against the rain of arrows? As long as we can blast through that damn steel door, they¡¯re done for.¡± ¡°But the First Army would also lose dozens of soldiers.¡± Iron Axe shook his head and didn¡¯t answer. If he were still in the Iron Sand City, he would gladly sacrifice hundreds of soldiers to complete his mission without feeling regretful. However, after he came to the Western Region, he felt somewhat protective of the soldiers whom he watched improve and whom His Highness Roland put so much effort into. After a long pause, he sighed. ¡°Let¡¯s use the witches.¡± Brian was shocked. ¡°The witches?¡± Iron Axe didn¡¯t want to do this either. He remembered the prince had once told him that a decent army should be able to complete its mission independently at all times. However, this was not important at the moment. In order to reach their goal of uniting the Western Region in a week and to minimize casualties, he was willing to give up his pride. Also, His Highness also said that a good general accounted for his soldiers¡¯ lives. ¡°Send a messenger and tell the prince that we¡¯re in trouble and need Miss Maggie¡¯s help.¡± He ordered. The next morning, Maggie and Lightning came to the camp. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°Coo coo?¡± Iron Axe coughed and explained his dilemma. ¡°The enemies are mainly concentrated at the top of the tower, so rifles can do little damage to them. There¡¯s also a steel door blocking the entrance, so the First Army can¡¯t get close enough to place explosives. We can only rely on you to open the gates.¡± ¡°We¡¯ve got this,¡± the little girl said, patting her chest. Throwing explosives was a familiar task to them, and they were even trained with the First Army in the small town. Iron Axe nodded and immediately arranged the soldiers to begin the last attack¡ªeven if the explosives didn¡¯t have the desired effect, they would at least scare the enemies and give themselves enough time to break through the steel door. ¡°Are you fighting as well?¡± Brian watched surprisedly as Iron Axe strapped a rifle to his back and stuffed a few cartridges of bullets into his belt. ¡°Rather than say ¡®charge for me¡¯, say ¡®charge with me¡¯.¡± Iron Axe smiled. ¡°His Highness always said this.¡± ¡­ When the two men led their soldiers into the charging position, Maggie¡¯s figure appeared in the sky. She transformed into a giant beast and charged towards the tower, her claws grabbing a bag of the new explosives. Everyone witnessed this stunning scene and the First Army erupted in cheers, while the side on top of the tower descended into chaos. The mercenaries and guards of the Maple Family all turned their crossbow bolts around and began shooting at the beast with no avail. Meanwhile, Maggie finished collecting her strength, flapped her wings forcefully, rose rapidly into the air, and released the bag. The bag of explosives shot towards the top of the tower like a cannonball¡­ Iron Axe felt his surroundings go quiet, and then he saw a glaring ball of fire rise from the top of the tower. Suddenly, the earth began to shake! The entire world seemed to be trembling, and huge columns of smoke shot up through the snow. A heat wave struck him in the face, forcing him to stumble back a few steps with his ears ringing. This is¡­ the power of God! Iron Axe couldn¡¯t help but recall the first time when he witnessed His Highness¡¯ gunpowder test, but the explosion this time was much more powerful. Even standing almost a hundred meters away, he could feel the scalding heat of the fire ball. As for the enemies close to God¡¯s Punishment at the top of the tower, their fates were all easily imaginable. He quietly prayed to the Three Gods, raised his rifle high, and shouted, ¡°For His Highness the prince, First Army, charge!¡± ¡°For His Highness!¡± The soldiers echoed his words and swarmed to the Earl¡¯s castle. This time¡­ no one dared to stop them. When Iron Axe returned to Longsong Stronghold, it was already the sixth night. The entire Western Region was finally under Roland¡¯s control. Chapter 453 Chapter 453: Dealing with the Aftermath Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The Stronghold¡¯s castle office was much roomier than that of the small town. Tall bookshelves with gilded edges lined the walls to his left and right and were filled with all kinds of books. The bookshelves provided any subject he could dream of, from epics to travel notes. In order to reach the books on the upper levels, a wooden ladder was placed next to the bookshelves for easy access. Probably out of safety concerns, the only waist-high window in the office was equipped with metal railings on the outside. When the daylight hit the room, he could clearly see a stripe of sun ray splash over the old fur rug while feeling a sense of aloofness as if he were standing against the world. ¡°Anna would definitely love this place,¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help thinking. However, to him, the brightly lit town office with large windows suited his taste better. Even though it was small, it was comfortable. As for Nightingale, he could tell by her habit of sleeping by the fireplace that she would not like it here at all. Suddenly, someone knocked on his door. ¡°Come in.¡± Roland placed the Secret History of the Western Region he was holding back onto the bookshelf. ¡°Your Highness.¡± Petrov Hull entered the office and placed a stack of paper onto his desk. ¡°I¡¯ve finished collecting the data you asked for.¡± Roland walked back to his desk and read through the list of the nobles carefully. ¡°These are all the nobles left in the Western Region?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Petrov explained, ¡°They¡¯re divided into two main categories, guilty and innocent. After that, I ranked them by family names. There are 64 people who are guilty, and 137 people who refused to rebel or had no knowledge of the rebellion. The innocent people are mostly free knights, knights, and lower-level nobles.¡± Roland flipped to the first page and saw the name of Roman Candy, the Earl of Maple Leaf Family, listed on the top. According to Iron Axe¡¯s report, this great noble hid in a wine barrel in his basement after his castle was seized, and he soiled his pants out of fear when the First Army found him. He was also the noble with the highest rank among the captured in the war of unification. Next was an entire page of the nobles from the Maple Family, which included two sons, other relatives, and knights. Roland quickly finished reading the list and felt very satisfied. ¡°Great job.¡± The six families of the Western Region had literally become history¡ªLion Ryan, Maple Leaf, Wolf, and Wild Rose were completely crushed, and although Honeysuckle and Elk still remained, they were no longer feudal nobles. Now, all the power in the Western Region belonged to Roland. ¡°Your Highness¡­¡± Petrov hesitated for a bit before asking, ¡°Sir Iron Axe convicted the people on that list. Could there be any¡­ misjudgment?¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help chuckling. ¡°He¡¯s a very skilled interrogator and didn¡¯t use torture to force confessions, so I think his final judgment is trustworthy.¡± Meanwhile, his interrogation was just a matter of formality. After all the nobles were locked into prison, Nightingale double checked each of them¡ªit only took her a few simple questions to determine if they had involved in the rebellion. This was also why Roland felt confident in addressing the noble with a heavy hand. With Nightingale¡¯s help, he could ensure that he wasn¡¯t missing any guilty people or condemning any innocent ones. He didn¡¯t have to worry about shedding innocent blood or exonerating the real culprits. ¡°So¡­ what do you plan to do with the guilty nobles?¡± ¡°Why do you ask?¡± Roland raised his head and glanced at Petrov. ¡°Are some of these men your friends?¡± ¡°No, Your Highness.¡± He shook his head. ¡°I just think that if you hanged them all, it might harm your future rule.¡± ¡°You were talking about an eye for an eye a week ago.¡± The prince raised his eyebrow curiously. ¡°Now you want to spare them?¡± ¡°I do want all these people to go to hell, but even if I strangle them all to death myself, it wouldn¡¯t change anything¡­ It might even cause the other nobles to hate the Honeysuckle Family. Also, if everyone learns that you¡¯ve executed the nobles, other cities might resist your rule.¡± After hearing this, Roland was quite surprised. This was the logic of a seasoned politician, who set aside personal emotion while weighing the pros and cons¡­ ¡°It seems that this battle hasn¡¯t made him hate fighting but actually helped him become mature.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t hurt to tell you this beforehand.¡± He stood up and walked to the window. ¡°I¡¯m going to announce everything about this matter to the people and hold an open trial for all the rebels at the square, including the nobilities, guards, squires, and mercenaries¡­ the ringleaders and direct organizers of the rebellion, as well as scoundrels with the people¡¯s blood on their hands. They will all be hanged. People who are guilty of following their orders will be stripped of their titles and sent to the North Slope Mine.¡± ¡°This way, only five or six noblemen will be hanged. The Earl of the Elk Family and the Viscount of the Wolf Family died in battles, so those who survived will be trading their titles for their lives. When the message gets out, I don¡¯t think anyone will see this as too harsh a punishment¡ªafter all, rebelling against the king is a capital offense.¡± Petrov sighed in relief. ¡°Your Highness is merciful.¡± When the eldest son of the Honeysuckle Family left, Roland felt an unfamiliar feeling of satisfaction. This operation had cleared all the obstacles for him in the Western Region, so he could easily make laws and distribute orders throughout this vast land. More importantly, he gained the support from many people and nobles¡ªafter the rebels were removed, only supporters would remain. This was especially true for the nobles¡ªafter losing their feudal and legislative power, they would have to wholeheartedly follow and spread his policies if they wanted to continue living a comfortable life. Since the nobles had more resources than civilians, it wouldn¡¯t take them much thought to figure out how to profit from them. Once they started to gain small profits, they wouldn¡¯t ever want to go back to their old lives ¡ªafter all, these low-level nobles had never gained much from their territories, and sometimes even went into debt if they didn¡¯t manage them well. They would soon realize that as long as they played by the rules, they would live an unimaginably comfortable life. There was no doubt that he had taken a big step toward his city-building plan. Roland wiped off the water vapor on his window and looked at the city enveloped in snow¡ªsince he still had to stay in Longsong Stronghold for a while to deal with governmental affairs, he might as well refurbish this office to his own liking. For example¡­ he would start with the French windows. Chapter 454 Chapter 454: Pensions and Punishment Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland made a speech at the theater of Longsong Stronghold three days later. To advertise the speech, he asked Petrov to relate the details of the rebellion to the entire city beforehand and also instructed Maggie to bring Echo from Border Town. There was a smaller audience than he had expected. Although it was already spring, the endless snow stopped people from going outside. Fortunately, driven by the prince¡¯s promise that ¡°soldiers killed in action will be well compensated¡±, all members of the Second Army and their families came to the theater. It would take Roland some time to earn trust from the rest of his subjects, but Roland believed the best marketing was word of mouth. Once the seed was sown, it would spread its roots to more people. This was the reason he insisted on an army consisting of ordinary men. They were as sharp as swords, as impregnable as fortresses, and perfect role models for publicity. ¡°Good morning, my subjects. I¡¯m the lord of the Western Region, Roland Wimbledon. I believe most of you have already heard my name.¡± Roland surveyed the audience and continued, ¡°First of all, I¡¯d like to express my deepest sorrow and grief for those who were injured or lost their lives in the rebellion. This was a conspiracy plotted in King¡¯s City. In order to disturb the peaceful Western Region, Timothy has tried to wage war against us numerous times. Unfortunately, the four families of Western Region didn¡¯t side with the people, but instead helped the wicked perpetuate wicked deeds, thus causing this tragedy.¡± The prince did not linger on the details of the rebellion. Compared with a formal speech, people were usually more interested in the rumors circulated in taverns. Therefore, he soon switched to the more popular topic of compensation after a brief introduction. ¡°During the rebellion, 56 out of 112 soldiers in the Second Army were killed in action. In addition, rebels looted and burned the residences, leading to 48 deaths among civilians and reducing 12 properties to ashes,¡± Roland spoke in a low voice. ¡°I hereby apologize to the subjects in Longsong Stronghold. As the lord of the territory, I¡¯ve failed to fulfill my obligations.¡± The prince¡¯s words stirred up the audience, who apparently had never heard any royal family members apologize to civilians. Many of them were shocked and startled, but Roland thought this was the attitude a lord should have. He was not as inscrutably arrogant as other nobles, who always treated civilians with an air of scorn and condescension. History taught him that a ruler would not be truly accepted by his people unless he viewed them as his equals. ¡°I promise that those people won¡¯t die for nothing! Not only would soldiers killed in battle receive a proper burial, but their families would also receive a pension of five gold royals. Plus, they can apply for food and charcoals from the City Hall as additional compensation every month in the future. This pension plan is exactly the same as the First Army¡¯s, and I assure you subjects who join the Second Army as of today will also be equally compensated!¡± Few people cheered for the prince¡¯s promise. Apparently, most of them were skeptical about Roland¡¯s alleged pension plan. Corruption and briberies among officials were normal on this land, so even winter relief rations were sometimes mixed with sand and leaves. How could they possibly believe that they would receive gold royals? Nevertheless, Roland had already thought of a solution to maximize the effects of his advertising. He clapped his hands, and two soldiers from the First Army came up to the stage with a vault, followed by Petrov and Iron Axe. ¡°I¡¯ve got a list of the soldiers who sacrificed themselves in the battle here. Now the governor of Longsong Stronghold, Petrov Hull, will distribute pensions to you personally!¡± When the soldiers dumped the shiny gold royals on the table, the audience finally became a little more enthusiastic. ¡°Ayat, from the First Gun Battalion of the Second Army!¡± ¡°Chapiter, from the First Gun Battalion of the Second Army!¡± ¡°¡­¡± As Iron Axe slowly read out the names on the list, the soldiers¡¯ family members went up to the stage one by one and took the gold royals with excitement, bowing and kneeling in gratitude. For a time the theater was so chaotic that Roland felt Nightingale lay her hands upon his waist. Fortunately, there were no accidents. By the time everybody had received their pensions, it was almost noon. Roland waved his arm to silence the murmuring audience. ¡°Those who lost their homes during the war will also receive a shelter and food. Food will be delivered to you by assigned staff until the Months of the Demons end.¡± ¡°Y-Your Highness, what about after the Months of the Demons?¡± asked someone in a loud voice. Of course, the ¡°inquirer¡± was created by Echo. ¡°By then, the City Hall will have created a great number of jobs with competitive salaries and benefits. As long as you¡¯re willing to work hard, you don¡¯t need to worry about food!¡± Roland raised his right hand and announced, ¡°The Western Region won¡¯t forget those who have contributed, and neither will I!¡± This time his speech received a warm welcome as the audience raised their right hands in response. While the subjects cheered for the speech, Roland instructed his men to distribute the porridge, bringing people¡¯s high spirits to a peak. By the afternoon, many more people had gathered at the theater. Since all the seats were occupied, many people squatted in the hallway, obviously waiting to watch the trial. It seems everybody loves to see a prisoner be prosecuted, both in the world I used to live in and the current one. Roland asked Iron Axe and Petrov to conduct the execution, while he himself sat in a box on the second floor of the theater as one of the spectators. The verdict had been reached long before. The prisoners were led onto the stage and lined up on their knees in front of the spectators, with armed soldiers standing solemnly behind them. Iron Axe read out the counts, and Petrov the verdicts, after which the soldiers escorted them to the execution ground, the Stronghold Square. At the sight of the prisoners, some of the victims¡¯ family members went up to tussle with them. As long as the fight was not life-threatening, the First Army just stood by. Nobody took pity on these scoundrels, who should have known the subsequent consequences the moment they committed murder and plunder. In the end, 132 prisoners were sentenced to death, six of whom were great nobles. The rest were mercenaries, guards, and servants. The execution methods varied. Since gallows were limited in number, only the nobles had the privilege to be hanged, whereas others were shot. It was also the first time firearms were used for execution. The other 900 people who had participated in the rebellion but had not committed murder were imprisoned, awaiting to be sent to the North Slope Mine in batches. Now, Roland had weeded out all the nobles who challenged his authority in the Western Region. The following day, he summoned the innocent nobles to the castle hall. As it was just the beginning of the cleanup, he still had a lot of work to do before he could truly rule this region. The most important step was to establish a new order. Chapter 455 Chapter 455: The Second Step of City Construction Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland arranged a feast for the nobles to ease their minds. A long table covered with a white tablecloth stood at the center of the hall, with a large variety of delicacies, delicious wines, and beautifully arranged flowers on it. The nobles were seated on either side of the table facing each another. After drinking a few glasses of red wine, everybody seemed to feel more comfortable and less stressful. Given that the Honeysuckles and the Elks were both Roland¡¯s supporters and that all of the great nobles had been crushed, these petty nobles were unlikely to strike up a discordant tune at this hour. On the contrary, they voluntarily revealed their intentions to stand on Roland¡¯s side during the conversation. Under such circumstances, Roland knew it was time to talk about his new policies. After they all had been fed, he distributed the booklet that was prepared beforehand to each noble. It was the ¡°marketing graphic book¡± which he carefully designed and drafted. ¡°Your Highness¡­ what¡¯s this?¡± As he expected, the nobles soon asked in surprise, ¡°Why are the drawings in this book are so lifelike?¡± ¡°Yes, they look so real.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t look like a picture¡­ No paint can express such delicate colors.¡± They were, no doubt, nobles from the big city, who knew how to properly appreciate artwork. Roland clapped his hands and replied with a smile, ¡°They are indeed illustrated by a painter. The only difference is she¡¯s a witch, and the paints she has used are actually her ubiquitous magic power.¡± All of the nobles were startled by these words, not sure whether they should put down the booklet or not. ¡°The local church has fallen from power. What are you worried about?¡± The prince said, raising his brows, ¡°Witches are no different from us. I¡¯ve confirmed that myself many times.¡± ¡°Uhhmm¡­ Uhm.¡± Petrov almost choked. ¡°Your Highness is right.¡± ¡°Of course Your Highness is correct. Haha¡­¡± the other nobles chimed in, managing to summon up a laugh. ¡°Um¡­ looks like I just said something that contains an unintended meaning.¡± Roland put on a look of indifference and switched the topic while thinking. Ever since he became a prince over a year ago, he had noticed that his ability to remain unflappable amid changes had improved by leaps and bounds¡ªor rather he had become increasingly bold. ¡°The point is the story inside it. The drawings are just to make it more readable and interesting.¡± While the nobles were still absorbed in the story, Aurelia, the Elks¡¯ girl, looked up abruptly and asked, ¡°Is this the family history of a noble?¡± ¡°Aurelia!¡± Rene reminded her while lowering his voice, ¡°You should call the prince Your Highness!¡± ¡°Correct. He used to be a noble in the Western Region.¡± Roland gestured Rene that it was fine and then continued, ¡°Some of you may still remember him.¡± ¡°Your Highness¡­ I know him,¡± answered one knight. ¡°His name is Tigui Pine. We used to be neighbors and his territory used to be adjacent to mine.¡± ¡°I also met him once,¡± someone else recalled. ¡°He was just a Baron back then. His father was a feudatory of Joe Kohl. But since Lord Joe left the Western Region, his territory has diminished.¡± ¡°Viscount Tigui is currently living in Border Town.¡± Roland said, smiling, ¡°The graphic book records how we met¡­ as well as what happened later. As you can see, he¡¯s a noble living in a society regulated by the new system. He¡¯s now busy practicing flintlock. I expect that right after the Months of Demons, he¡¯ll take his daughter and guards to Misty Forest to have some fun hunting there. As far as I know, ever since he sold his territory to the east of Stronghold and settled down in Border Town, not only has he been promoted to a higher rank, but his properties have increased by several times as well.¡± Fear originated from the unknown. The same held true for changes to the system. As the nobles were ignorant of what impacts all these changes would bring about, they abhorred anything foreign or unfamiliar. In order to reduce their fear and resistance, Roland picked Tigui Pine as a living example and asked Soraya to sketch out his life in a cartoon format. Compared with those dull biographies, cartoons apparently presented the details of the story in a more vivid way. ¡°You may have known that I¡¯m planning to build a city in the Western Region. In fact, I¡¯ve been thinking about that for quite a long time. By then, Border Town, Longsong Stronghold, and the narrow land in between will all be consolidated into one,¡± Roland continued, ¡°someone may ask how the two towns, so distant from each other, can possibly be connected. I have to say that the unification will be confined only to administration. In other words, the new city will be governed by the same laws and policies. This is also the reason I take back nobles¡¯ feudal and legislative powers.¡± ¡°Your Highness, but our territories¡­¡± somebody asked. ¡°They¡¯ll still be yours,¡± he interrupted. ¡°Like I said, you won¡¯t lose anything except these two types of power. The very nature of feudalism is to grant lands to others who will then become your subordinates, and thereby expanding your influences, leading lower nobles to defend against enemies and fight for profits for you. However, a professionally trained army will be responsible for city defenses under the new system. As long as you follow the rules, you¡¯ll gain far more than you used to. After all, you benefit more from slicing up a bigger cake than sharing a small one.¡± While the nobles were silent, Roland sipped tea before continuing his persuasion. ¡°You¡¯ve never been to Border Town, so it¡¯s perfectly normal that you don¡¯t know how much you can actually gain. In fact, the town¡¯s revenues for the latter half of the year reached 30,000 gold royals. It could have been 10,000 more if the Months of the Demons hadn¡¯t come so soon.¡± The nobles all gasped out. ¡°30¡­ 30,000?¡± Roland had learned the annual financial situation of Stronghold from Petrov a long time ago. The annual income of the City Hall was no more than 30,000, and these petty nobles obviously earned much less than that. 100 gold royals would be a fortune to them. ¡°As you¡¯ll be administrators of trades of all kinds in the future, you¡¯ll certainly be well paid.¡± Roland went on, ¡°Back to the consolidation matterÒ»aside from the unification of administration, the two towns will also be closer geographically. For example, it takes me one day to travel from Border Town to Longsong Stronghold now. Once the construction of Kingdom Main Street is completed, it¡¯ll take less than a day to cover the distance on foot, and half a day by horse or bike, not to mention other faster transportation methods.¡± ¡°What¡¯s a bike?¡± Aurelia questioned curiously. ¡°A manually operated riding apparatus that runs fast on a flat surface.¡± The prince mused, ¡°I bet in five years¡­ no, in three years we¡¯ll be able to work in Border Town after having breakfast in Stronghold.¡± As Kingdom Main Street ran straight between Stronghold and Border Town, it reduced the distance to a mere 60 kilometers, allowing people to travel within half an hour by tram or car. Nevertheless, most of the nobles cared little about transportation. The knight who claimed to be Tigui Pine¡¯s neighbor asked cautiously, ¡°Your Highness, by what you just said, did you mean that you want us to manage Stronghold?¡± ¡°Yes and no.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Like I said, the consolidation of the two towns will be limited only to administration. The Stronghold will become a district of the city, directly administered by the City Hall. But considering commuting a day to work still sounds quite unrealistic, for the time being, I¡¯ll set up a secondary City Hall in Longsong District. It¡¯ll operate in the same way as Border Town, with multiple secondary departments under it. You¡¯ll work in those secondary departments dealing with local matters.¡± ¡°Secondary¡­ departments?¡± the nobles echoed, looking bewildered. ¡°It isn¡¯t simple to manage a town. Although you¡¯ll get paid well, it won¡¯t be that easy to do your part,¡± Roland said bluntly. ¡°Therefore, I need you to come to Border Town with me once we¡¯ve re-established order here. I want you to see with your own eyes what a well-functioning City Hall should look like. With respect to city management, you¡¯ve got a lot to learn.¡± Chapter 456 Chapter 456: The Differences Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After explaining the administrative integration plan, Roland raised his cup and took several slow sips while waiting for everyone to process the information. He needed a lot of people in order to maintain the area¡¯s daily perimeter patrol. In a time before the general literacy rate improved, he had to rely on the nobles. Most of them had their primary education and they had experience in management. If there was a noble that distinguished himself from the others, he would promote them and place them in charge of a city or territory on behalf of himself. If he was still living in his previous world, this position would be referred to as a governor or a mayor. Several minutes later, Roland brought up the next topic. It was time to crack down on crime. In his idea about the new order, the Black Street organization wasn¡¯t needed. Everyone in the city could find work and they didn¡¯t need to pillage, so there was no demand for stolen goods. He probably couldn¡¯t have accomplished this in a highly developed, modern city with a population in the ten million range. The over saturation of minimum-wage jobs in the market would create a high unemployment rate. Fortunately, the population of the Western Region, including Longsong Stronghold and the whole suburban area was no more than 60 to 70 thousand people. Since the major development had yet to start, the townspeople could find work as long as they wanted a job. ¡°How much do you know about Rats?¡± ¡°You mean¡­ Black Street Rats?¡± Rene Medde coughed. ¡°I¡¯ve done business with them before.¡± ¡°What kind of business have you done with them?¡± Roland asked with interest. ¡°Um¡­¡± Rene swallowed hard, a little embarrassed. ¡°I was the leader of the Ragingfire, and I fought with several Rat gangs over territory.¡± ¡°Bahaha.¡± Several people broke into laughter. Roland was astonished. He had never expected that the Earl¡¯s second son used to deal with Rats. Besides, Ragingfire¡­ was such a lackluster name. He started to doubt the legitimacy of Rene being the Earl Medde¡¯s son. ¡°Your Highness, the truth is,¡± Petrov started to explain, ¡°several years ago, Black Street Forces were running rampant at the dock. Almost every day both civilians and foreign businessmen were killed, and the patrols would turn a blind eye to the matter. Earl Rene couldn¡¯t stand it anymore, so he brought in his own guards and a group of people from the refugee camp and together they drove the Rats out of the dock. At the time, he was writing to me daily to keep me updated on the progress of the operation. I was far away at the King¡¯s City during that time. In the letter, he told me it was a war that equaled the one against the demonic beasts, so I think¡­¡± ¡°Petrov, that¡¯s enough.¡± Rene interrupted, embarrassed. ¡°I was bored and just wanted to do something to occupy myself at that time.¡± So that was the reason. It was just the impulsive, yet gallant, actions of a young noble, which was a demonstration of his chivalrous demeanor. Roland believed that the second son of the Elk, who loved fighting as a youth, enjoyed nothing more than to command a group of followers. So, while Ragingfire was not a real army in the sense, what they fought was indeed a real battle. ¡°What of this gang now?¡± ¡°Uh, I don¡¯t know.¡± Rene scratched the back of his head. ¡°After I went to defend Hermes and fight against the real demonic beasts, I stopped all contact.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Actually, I¡¯m going to eradicate all the Rats in Stronghold to enable everyone to live a peaceful life.¡± ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯m sorry to say this,¡± Rene hesitated before saying, ¡°but¡­ that¡¯s probably impossible.¡± ¡°Why?¡± He frowned. ¡°I have the First Army at my side. Are the Rats more difficult to deal with than the knights?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what I mean.¡± Rene seemed to be looking for the right words to phrase it. ¡°They¡¯re weak, timid, and with no weapons or armor. They don¡¯t even know any operation tactics, basically, they¡¯re by no means comparable to knights. However, if you execute them as you execute the rebels, that¡¯s to say, execute them just because they used to be Rats, I¡¯m afraid there won¡¯t be many civilians left in Stronghold after the cleanup.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Roland said. ¡°Rats and civilians are mixed together, they are one and the same, Your Highness.¡± Rene replied respectfully, ¡°After a particularly bad year, when the Months of Demons are long, many civilians have to become Rats to sustain themselves. That¡¯s why most lords turn a blind eye to the existence of Black Street. An internal conflict is apparently better than an external riot caused by starvation.¡± Roland¡¯s face clouded over. He had never thought about how the Rats came into being. ¡°What about their organizers?¡± ¡°A few of these people are habitual criminals and some of them are supported by the local nobles, but there are also some criminals from other towns.¡± ¡°Well, I hope none of you are supporting any Rats now,¡± the prince stated while glancing around the long table, sullen expression clear. All the nobles hung their heads in response. The prince sighed, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter now. As long as you help with my cleanup plan, I will forgive your past misdeeds.¡±After a pause, he looked at Rene. ¡°I have a task for you.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± ¡°In the coming month, I will be focusing on cracking down on all of the criminal activities in Stronghold. You should cooperate with the First Army to eliminate all of the Black Street gang leaders and completely break down all their organizations. As for the specific methods, I¡¯ll send someone to you with instructions.¡± ¡°Your Highness, what about the citizens that are depending on them? Without the gangs to provide them with food, they are not likely to survive the Months of the Demons.¡± Rene was worried. ¡°Plus this year the Months of Demons arrived earlier than usual, so there might be even more people depending on them than in the previous years.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let Petrov open the barn and distribute food to the citizens until the end of the Months of Demons.¡± The nobles around the table started to protest, ¡°Your Highness, that¡¯s not going to work!¡± ¡°That type of support will just make things worse!¡± ¡°After that, everybody in the town will become a beggar!¡± All of the nobles ventured to prevent him. Roland slammed his fist down, hitting the table hard. ¡°I¡¯ve made up my mind and I don¡¯t want to hear your protests any longer!¡± Roland knew the nobles thought the worst of people and believed them to be lazy, ignorant, incompetent, and filthy. They believed that the citizens were very greedy in their nature and considered them to be absolutely hopeless. However, Roland thought differently and knew the strength of the people. They may appear dumb, but with guidance and a role model, they could be a game changer. If people were really as useless as the nobles thought, how were they able to keep changing the world? In fact, trying to better people was the best investment. Even the slightest positive change would have a larger payoff than could be expected. ¡°Finally, I want you to spread this message as soon as possible.¡± Roland looked to Petrov, ¡°You have experience in this, so I want you to work on it. If the subjects can¡¯t read the message, get someone to read it to them. Just make sure the written message contains what we have talked about here today.¡± ¡°All of what we have discussed?¡± Petrov asked with a surprised look. ¡°Even the information about the Rats clean-up plan?¡± ¡°Yes, include that and the information about the barn opening to distribute food.¡± Roland glanced at the nobles around the table, challenging them. ¡°These are the conditions that create a well-functioning City Hall and are a necessity in order for it to run properly. Publicize the policies, answer the people¡¯s questions, and accept feedback. This is the best way to implement a change to policy.¡± Roland believed he needed to first teach the nobles, and then unify the law by consolidating the administration, as well as enhance public safety, all the while carrying out political propaganda before re-establishing order. Chapter 457 Chapter 457: The Music of Fantasy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You don¡¯t need to come with me.¡± Echo walked along the Redwater River, the snow under her shoes crunching. ¡°Here the city isn¡¯t safe. It¡¯s not Border Town.¡± Iron Axe walked behind her, with two steps between them. ¡°His Highness told me to protect you if you leave the castle without other witches accompanying you.¡± ¡°I shouldn¡¯t have told him.¡± She mumbled, breathing out into the cold air. ¡°Also, you don¡¯t need to call me lady anymore.¡± ¡°You will always be the head of the Osha clan in my heart, my lady Drow Silvermoon.¡± When he mentioned Osha, Echo fell silent. Even though Iron Axe couldn¡¯t see her expression, he could feel Echo sadden at the mention of her clan. He wanted to console her, but he didn¡¯t know how or what to say. So, he just kept his mouth shut and followed her silently. The branch of Redwater River that wound its way through the field outside of the city was different from the one that flowed into the inner city, which was almost a straight line. The river levees on both sides were covered by masonries, stacked, flat, and neat. About every ten steps, there was an opening with stairways to the river, which allowed the people to get water from the river. Today¡¯s snow fall hadn¡¯t been too heavy and there were several pedestrians on the street. The men and women would look at Echo with surprised expressions on their faces. Lady Silvermoon was tall, and shapely with a lovely figure. Her beige skin and long blue-gray hair were quite special and eye-catching. In the inland of the Kingdom of Graycastle, it was seldom that one would see a purebred from the Sand Nation. ¡°Let¡¯s switch to the other side of the river.¡± Echo obviously wasn¡¯t enjoying the attention. ¡°Yes.¡± They cautiously stepped on a frozen arch bridge across over the river and then arrived at the eastern zone of Stronghold. There were almost no houses and vast areas of farmland were all covered by snow. What they could see was just limitless flatlands and a dim, black figure of the city wall. This area was in sharp contrast to the western zone of the city. ¡°This place is nothing like the Iron Sand City.¡± Echo said. ¡°When I was in the Southernmost Region, I thought everywhere was the same. The sands covered almost all of the ground. Water sources and the Oasis were the most valuable resources and people would fight to the death over them. However, here, no blood would be shed over the Redwater River. If they want to drink the water, they just need to crouch down and drink it.¡± ¡°However, here they would fight for other things,¡± Iron Axe said seriously, ¡°such as gold royals, jewels, honor, status¡­ There¡¯s no escape from fights.¡± ¡°Really? But, Nightingale told me that our prince would end all disputes.¡± She looked up at the cloudy sky. ¡°No matter who you are, people of the Sand Nation or people of the Four Kingdoms, ordinary people or witches, you can enjoy equal rights and live a free life.¡± ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t know.¡± Iron Axe hesitated. He couldn¡¯t imagine that everyone would throw off all barriers and live together peacefully. He thought that even though His Highness had the power of the gods and he would undoubtedly conquer all of his enemies, it would just be impossible for him to make all of his enemies accept his dominance willingly. Making enemies during the process of conquering was an unavoidable by product of battle. ¡°Do you want to go back to Iron Sand City?¡± Echo suddenly asked. ¡°No, Lady Silvermoon,¡± Iron Axe quickly came to his senses and answered without hesitation. ¡°I¡¯ve sworn to the Three Gods that I¡¯ll serve His Highness, Roland Wimbledon forever and help him to expand his territory. Don¡¯t worry my lady. His Highness has promised to seek revenge for you. Please believe in him. When you go back to Iron Sand City, no one will disrespect you.¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t want to be the head of the Osha clan,¡± she whispered. ¡°I¡¯d like to stay somewhere the trees are evergreen. I¡¯d like to stay with Wendy and Nightingale. I¡¯d like His Highness to teach me songs. I hope someday I can go back to have a look, but I don¡¯t want to live in the desert and continuously fight for water.¡± ¡°Either way, you¡¯re the only successor of Osha in my heart.¡± Iron Axe didn¡¯t speak his mind fully. Instead, he just looked down and said, ¡°No one can force you.¡± They walked across the white field to an open area where Echo stopped. ¡°I¡¯ll practice here. I don¡¯t think I will disturb anyone.¡± Iron Axe knew that her power was to make various sounds and she usually practiced in the backyard of the town¡¯s castle. But this time, in order to not disturb the important meeting between His Highness and the nobles, she intentionally chose here to practice her power. He nodded and took two steps back. ¡°I¡¯ll stand guard for you.¡± ¡°Oh, I made a song for our hometown.¡± Echo turned around, ¡°Would you like to hear?¡± ¡°A Song?¡± Iron Axe was a little surprised. ¡°Yes, I learned to use the arrangement method His Highness taught me. I now mix various instruments¡¯ sounds together to add a layering effect and build complexity,¡± Echo talked about this with a relaxed expression on her face. ¡°I¡¯ve tried it and to my surprise, it worked. I didn¡¯t know a song could be so pleasant. Each added tone would add in a distinct feeling. I don¡¯t know where His Highness learned this method though. When I was sold to King¡¯s City, I never heard anything about something like this from any noble.¡± ¡°Prince Roland was always special,¡± said Iron Axe, he believed the Gods favored Roland. ¡°Yes¡­ No one treats witches as sincerely as him.¡± Echo fully agreed with Iron Axe. ¡°However, His Highness gave me really strange and irrelevant names to the mix performance methods, such as ¡®Electricity sound¡¯ and ¡®Agricultural heavy metal¡¯.¡± She shook her head with a smile. ¡°I think only he could think up names like that.¡± Before Iron Axe could reply, she started to sing. When the mixed melody reached his ears, he was shocked and immediately stood, frozen in place. What an amazing tune! It sounded like the sands had gently touched the oasis. It was like a bright fire plum bursting from the earth¡¯s depths. At the moment, Iron Axe felt that he had been transported to the desert and was standing under the scorching sun. ¡°Is this¡­ an illusion?¡± He looked down and found that the snow had disappeared and he was now standing in an Oasis. When he looked into the distance, what he could see was only sand. The girl before him kept her eyes closed. Her song resounded through the air as she stood in the shallow water, disturbing its smooth surface. What a breathtaking beauty! ¡°Going through sand and dust to seek the traces of the Oasis. Your footprints were left in the sea of sand. Your shadow was reflected in the spring. Someday, the oases will become the new deserts and the deserts will also breed new oases. The only eternal thing is the legend of you. Someday I¡¯ll follow your footprints to find your shadow at the sleepless and wordless moment before dawn.¡± ¡­ When the song faded out, Iron Axe was back at the snowy Longsong Stronghold. It seemed that nothing had happened and that everything he had experienced just now was an illusion. He swallowed hard for a while and then opened his hand, there was a tiny grain of transparent sand shining on his palm. Chapter 458 Chapter 458: The Song of Resonance Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland could not believe what he was hearing. ¡°You said that you saw a vast desert in Echo¡¯s song and you¡¯ve brought back a grain of sand?¡± Roland asked. His mind was racing. Was this simply an auditory delusion? How, then, could he explain this speck of powder? ¡°I didn¡¯t bring it back, Your Highness,¡± Iron Axe put the grain of sand on the desk solemnly, ¡°At the time, it rooted me in place and I never thought of checking whether it was real. This grain of sand just suddenly appeared in my hand. Maybe it was blown by the wind?¡± It was becoming more and more implausible. Roland thought for a moment and asked, ¡°Did she sing only the one song?¡± ¡°Some other songs, too. But I couldn¡¯t understand.¡± Absorbed in his memory, Iron Axe continued, ¡°It was like a miracle¡­ Back in the Southernmost Region, if Lady Silvermoon claimed to be the Three Gods Emissary, I would firmly believe her. Your Highness, is it because she¡¯s evolved?¡± This Ironsand man of the Mojin Clan had followed Roland more than a year and now had a much better understanding of witches. ¡°I think so, but it¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve seen such a situation.¡± Roland answered. After some thought, he decided to send for Echo and ask her in person. When Iron Axe left, Roland picked up the grain of sand and looked at it carefully, ¡°Was it created by magic power?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure,¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice came from behind, ¡°There¡¯s no trace of magic power in it.¡± This did not necessarily mean that it was not made by magic power. It was a real thing in the real world, like Soraya¡¯s pictures. Once created, it would maintain itself without magic power and could not be affected by God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Before long, Echo came into the study. Nightingale immediately stepped out of her mist to stand beside Roland. With a smile on her face, she said, ¡°Congratulations.¡± Echo was surprised, ¡°To me?¡± Nightingale nodded, ¡°The magic power in you has cohered. Don¡¯t you feel it?¡± ¡°Re-really?¡± Echo shook her head in amazement, ¡°You mean my ability has evolved?¡± Finding that things had turned out just the way he¡¯d expected, Roland asked Nightingale, ¡°What does it look like?¡± ¡°It¡¯s like a transparent blue gem, clear as water,¡± Nightingale answered, ¡°She has almost as much magic power as Maggie.¡± Echo¡¯s evolution seemed to be unrelated to enlightenment. She had condensed her magic power even before she knew it. When Roland told her what Iron Axe had experienced, she was astonished. ¡°He actually felt like he had returned to the Southernmost Region and was in the sea of sand?¡± ¡°The phrase ¡®Felt like¡¯ may be inaccurate. He returned with a grain of sand from the dessert,¡± Roland said with smile. ¡°Sand can be found everywhere, but I don¡¯t believe he went so far as to dig in the snow or mud for it only to deceive me.¡± He paused a little and asked, ¡°What did you see at the time?¡± ¡°Nothing at all.¡± Echo answered with some embarrassment, ¡°I had my eyes closed and wasn¡¯t paying attention to my surroundings.¡± ¡°So how about showing us?¡± Roland suggested. He propped his hands on his chin, with interest. ¡°Sing the song you created, the one about your hometown.¡± ¡°Here?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± he said, ¡°Dinner isn¡¯t ready for another half hour. It won¡¯t disturb anyone.¡± ¡°I want to hear an immersive song, too,¡± Nightingale encouraged. ¡°Ah¡­ fine.¡± Echo took a deep breath and soon a mixed sonata from a distant time resounded in the office. It was a sweet feminine voice, slightly restrained at the start. Maybe it was because she had never sung indoors. As the melody slowly soared, she became thoroughly absorbed in the music. As she was singing, Roland could hear hot winds blowing through green woods; he even felt the temperature increase. He smelled searing sands under a scorching sun. As the song faded out, he lingered lost in the aftertaste. Undoubtedly, this was a wonderful, exotic lyrical song in which a tone-deaf guy like himself could never find fault. However, he¡¯d seen neither desert nor oasis with trickling streams. He sat still in his study the whole time. He glanced at Nightingale who shook her head. It was apparent that she had not seen any miraculous scene, either. Was it because her ability was not effective this time? Roland contemplated, and then asked Echo, ¡°Did you write this song?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± she nodded. ¡°Now, sing several songs I¡¯ve taught you,¡± he thought for a moment and decided, ¡°Let everyone come and listen.¡± Soon, the study was crowded with witches. The three witches from Sleeping Island had even come, too. They were still holding their cards in hand. Echo was clearly a little nervous, but with the encouragement of Nightingale, she calmed down. She sang all the songs including the Guerillas¡¯ Song. She received warm applause from the witches without exception. After listening to the witches describe their feelings, Roland had a rough understanding of Echo¡¯s new ability. The amount the audience could be affected by her singing depended on their respective experiences. If they had the same experience as depicted in the song, they would be influenced more. He came to this conclusion based on the newer songs he¡¯d taught to Echo. Guerillas¡¯ Song was the most popular one, because the witches had seen the First Army marching along to the beat of music. Therefore, they could understand this song better. This could also explain why her Southernmost Region song had resonated so strongly with Iron Axe. Unfortunately, Roland could not tell from a test that how much her singing could affect the audience. He was wondering if the scenes in her song could become real things when a listener was fully absorbed in it. Echo¡¯s new ability filled him with expectations. The ability to lift one¡¯s spirits should never be underestimated. She could encourage soldiers, pacify the masses, and sing background music for dramas¡­ ¡­ The next afternoon, Roland met Vader from Border Town in his study. ¡°Your¡­ Your Highness¡­ I¡­ I¡¯m here¡­¡± he said with chattered teeth. Obviously, he had not recovered from the high-speed flight. The fastest way to travel between the town and Stronghold now was Maggie¡¯s express service. However, even wrapped up in a thick blanket, flying at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour under the claws of a large beast was not a comfortable flight. ¡°Good job,¡± Roland patted the fat pigeon on his shoulder. ¡°Coo!¡±, she proudly held her head up. ¡°I want you here to assist the Elk Family with training,¡± he looked at Vader and said. ¡°The situation here is different from that in Border Town but similar to that of Valencia. Here there are rats, refugees and violent criminals.¡± ¡°You mean, you want me to train patrollers?¡± Vader asked. He had finally stopped shivering after warming himself by the fireplace. ¡°No, I mean police.¡± Roland explained his plan for taking severe measures against illegal and criminal activities. ¡°The First Army will take care of it in the beginning, but public security work has to be handed over to the local police. The most important thing in training the police is to infuse them with the ¡®people¡¯s protector¡¯ concept.¡± ¡°Treat the people warmly, like a spring breeze. And punish the criminals ruthlessly, like thunder,¡± Vader repeated what Roland had said. ¡°Yes,¡± the prince said with a smile, ¡°I hope you can train them well.¡± Chapter 459 Chapter 459: Snaketooth (Part 1) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN During the Months of Demons, the streets and lanes in Stronghold were always desolate and the Rats here huddled themselves up, hiding in their respective evil territories. They were sharing the food that had been stored in the fall and waiting until a new prey emerged when it would warm up again. This is the way it should¡¯ve been. ¡°Shit, why do I have to struggle through the snowstorm to listen to some damned policy-preaching?¡± Snaketooth bitterly spat on the ground, ¡°I don¡¯t give a damn what the lords will do.¡± ¡°Put your collar up,¡± he said to Joe, a small boy shivering next to him. ¡°You¡¯ll die if you catch the cold-plague.¡± ¡°He shouldn¡¯t have followed us out,¡± Sunflower said, frowning. ¡°Is it really necessary to send all the four of us just to get some information? Kanas must have it in for us.¡± ¡°Save it, please. Even if he does, what can we do?¡± Tigerclaw, a strapping boy, said with disapproval. ¡°He¡¯s our source for food.¡± Though he sounded unconcerned, he still quickened his pace to walk in front of the other three kids. From then on, Snaketooth felt that the cold wind was diminishing considerably. ¡°Th-thanks,¡± Joe whispered. When it came to Kanas, every one of them was reluctant to say anything. Rats had social ranks too. Kings were at the top and tails at the bottom. Different ranks had different places to stay. As for Kanas, he was neither a king nor a tail. He was the ruler of the Endless Lane in the Western Zone of the outer city. If he must be called something, he should be a waist or a belly. No matter what he was, Snaketooth and his friends had to respectfully call him boss whenever they met him. There were six rulers like him in the Western Zone, but their boss, namely the king of the Western Zone, still remained unknown to Snaketooth. Kanas had several teams of Rats and they were one of them. The only way to win more favor from the ruler was to show stronger competency than the other teams. Unfortunately, as street kids in the lane, they were obviously at a disadvantage in both number and strength. But Tigerclaw was differentÒ»it was incredible for him, who ate only half a piece of brown bread every day, to be so well-built. The reason the brown-haired girl, Sunflower, thought that Kanas was aiming at them was because of their prior mishap. They didn¡¯t take the witch that appeared in the lane to Kanas because Snaketooth wanted to use her ability to make some money first. Not long after they went out, they unexpectedly met the big shot from the Honeysuckle Family and lost the witch before they made enough money. Because of this incident, Kanas was extremely angry with them. He thought if they had given the witch to him earlier, he would have made a lot more by selling her to the noble or the church. ¡°It¡¯s easy to say,¡± Snaketooth said with contempt. ¡°Selling her to the church for 25 gold royals? Where can he find those priests? The church is in ruins. The nobles won¡¯t honestly give gold royals to a Rat, either. He¡¯ll get killed instead of getting paid.¡± ¡°Snaketooth is, is right.¡± Joe agreed, still shivering. ¡°If he re-really thought we made him lose 25 gold royals, he would have thrown us into the Redwater River.¡± ¡°Kanas could only give the witch to the king of the Western Zone. He also needs to protect himself from her magic power and doesn¡¯t have any God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation.¡± Snaketooth continued, ¡°He¡¯s just disgusted with us.¡± ¡°Stop saying ¡®selling¡¯. She¡¯s Paper and one of us!¡± Sunflower gave Snaketooth a painful pinch. ¡°You talk about her like she¡¯s cargo!¡± She suddenly paused a little here and asked, ¡°Hey, did you sell her back then?¡± ¡°No, I didn¡¯t!¡± He exclaimed. ¡°I tried my best to save her, but that person is the lord of the city.¡± ¡°Is she alright in Border Town?¡± Tigerclaw sighed. ¡°How can she be alright?¡± Sunflower snorted. ¡°What¡¯s the difference between being played by the prince and being played by the other noblemen?¡± ¡°Really¡­ you say that now, but when you actually see the noble¡¯s lifestyle, you¡¯ll desperately want to be played by them,¡± Snaketooth said and twitched his lips. When they arrived at the square of Stronghold, they were taken by surprise. Several hundred people there surrounded a wooden stage and there was a bonfire. It was such a rare scene on a snowy day. ¡°Someone will actually come here to preach,¡± Tigerclaw rasped. ¡°What kind of tricks does the noble want to play?¡± ¡°It can¡¯t be good news.¡± Snaketooth shrugged. ¡°I suppose it¡¯s about tax collection or grabbing some able-bodied guys for military service. They¡¯ve just fought a battle, right?¡± ¡°Whatever, it¡¯s none of our business.¡± Sunflower said, ¡°Let¡¯s finish this quickly and get home early. Joe, go over to the bonfire and warm yourself.¡± ¡°Ye-yeah.¡± Snaketooth walked around the crowd to the edge of the stage. The man on it wore a thick, cotton-padded jacket, a wool hood, and a pair of deer-leather gloves. Snaketooth felt warm simply by looking at him. This was so much better than him and his dirty, old clothes. He thought of how great it would be if he had a chance to steal them, but also knew that was just in his imagination. The Elk Family label on the man¡¯s cloak indicated his identity. A Rat could never afford to offend an attendant of the four families. ¡°Go with Joe to warm yourselves, I can take care of this here,¡± Snaketooth said to the other two kids. ¡°Really?¡± Tigerclaw asked and raised his eyebrow a little. ¡°Of course, I¡¯ve got a good memory.¡± Snaketooth pointed at his head. ¡°I remember everything¡ªthe words, the people, and the bitter hatred.¡± ¡°Pfft,¡± Sunflower scoffed. ¡°Listen to you. Since you say so, I¡¯ll go. And thanks¡­ Let¡¯s go, Tigerclaw.¡± ¡°But you¡¯ll have to give me more at dinner tonight.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll see. I don¡¯t know if there¡¯s any food tonight!¡± she said, throwing her hands up. After they left, Snaketooth patted his cold face to draw his attention back to the wooden stage. The information was useless for a Rat tail like himself, but it might mean profitable opportunities for Rat bellies and kings. Unfortunately, even if they did make some profits, the tails at the bottom would still get almost nothing. ¡°My fellow citizens, here¡¯s a joint declaration by the lord of the Western Region, Prince Roland Wimbledon; Earl of the Elk Family, Shalafi Hull; and the lord of Longsong Stronghold, Petrov Hull.¡± The man took a sip of his hot ale and continued to read a piece of parchment in his hand. ¡°The City Hall of Longsong Stronghold now opens the grain market to the public. Any citizen who has extra grain at home can sell them in the market freely now. But pay attention please, starting next month, any unauthorized sale of grain will be considered a felony, and only the City Hall has the right to purchase and sell grain! Once someone is arrested for the unauthorized sale of grain, he¡¯ll be severely punished! The City Hall also welcomes public tip-offs about this kind of offense, and will reward anyone who offers correct information 25 silver royals!¡± Snaketooth opened his mouth with surprise, for he never expected that he would hear such incredible news! The noble wants to forbid the private trade of grain! Besides, both the grain purchasing and selling prices offered by the City Hall are extremely low. Who¡¯ll sell grain to them at this low price? The grain price in Stronghold has already increased threefold because of the early arrival of this year¡¯s Months of Demons and it¡¯s impossible to drop before the snow ends. If the City Hall sells grain now, no matter how much, the nobles and merchants will buy it all. Did the prince and the city lord never think of this issue? Wait¡­ if they really do forbid private trade in grain, what will happen to us?¡± Snaketooth suddenly shuddered at this thought. Most of the citizens bought most of their grain from Rats. Once the policy was carried out and all the grain in the market was bought by the noble and merchants, it would be a disaster for almost everyone! Chapter 460 Chapter 460: Snaketooth (Part 2) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Snaketooth never expected that much more unbelievable things were yet to come¡ªthe speaker¡¯s next announcement rendered him motionless. ¡°In five days, which is the second week of the first month of spring, the City Hall will distribute rations at the square! Everyone can come here to collect two bowls of steaming hot oatmeal, one for lunch and one for dinner. Citizens, let¡¯s all thank the prince for his generosity!¡± At this, the crowd began to stir. ¡°My god, Gayle was right¡ªthis was really in the notice!¡± ¡°Yes, I came just to confirm that.¡± ¡°Do my ears deceive me? Free oatmeal every day?¡± ¡°Are you coming, too? Don¡¯t you have plenty of oats and dried meat at home?¡± ¡°It¡¯s still two free meals! My lord didn¡¯t forbid me from coming. Didn¡¯t you hear that he said ¡®everyone¡¯?¡± ¡°My Lord!¡± Someone suddenly shouted. ¡°Is the oatmeal really free? How long will this continue?¡± This was the question on everyone¡¯s mind. The crowd quieted and turned to look at the attendant in unison. The attendant waited for the good news to sink in, and then announced calmly, ¡°That¡¯s right! The oatmeal really is free, and the distribution will continue until the end of the Months of Demons! Tell all your neighbors and friends about this news, because His Highness will always stay true to his promises!¡± Hundreds of people instantly became excited, but Snaketooth still couldn¡¯t believe his ears. ¡°Free food? What does this mean? It means that they can temporarily avoid being threatened by Kanas and starving in the snow¡ªNo, not just them, but all Rats will be able to easily obtain food. Now, they¡¯ll be even more difficult to control! Kanas won¡¯t just sit by and let this happen, so what will he do? Send someone to disperse the crowd, disrupt the distribution¡­ or bribe City Hall officials to dump all the oatmeal into the Redwater River?¡± However, Snaketooth also noticed that the announcer kept mentioning ¡°His Highness¡±, which meant it was the legendary Prince Roland that gave orders to distribute rations, not the Duke or the Five Families. ¡°Will he let these Rats roam shamelessly, or will he really be different from the other noblemen?¡± He didn¡¯t trust any of the noble, and the day Paper was taken away was still fresh in his mind. However, a small voice in his head kept asking him, ¡°What if it was true, what if¡­ it was true?¡± Luckily, his doubts didn¡¯t last long because the Elk attendant on the stage began to read another notice¡ªhe used to think that these orders were simply the nobles¡¯ tricks to mess with the citizens and had nothing to do with orphans like him, but even more surprising than the last two notices was the third one, which directly applied to the Rats. ¡°Citizens, listen up! There are brighter days to come!¡± The announcer shouted something to calm the rowdy crowd and then said, ¡°In five days, or when the oatmeal distribution starts, His Highness will begin cracking down on crime in Longsong Stronghold, including Black Street organizations, theft, and any behavior that threatens the safety and belongings of the citizens! When the time came, please don¡¯t hang around Black Street or visit pubs, casinos, and other unsafe areas to prevent unnecessary harm!¡± ¡°Order in Stronghold needs to be maintained by all citizens, and the City Hall is currently recruiting public safety officers and police personnel. Next, I¡¯ll explain the requirements!¡± Snaketooth didn¡¯t feel like listening anymore, so he made his way out of the crowd and ran next to the bonfire. ¡°Hurry, let¡¯s go back!¡± ¡°Are you done listening?¡± Sunflower rubbed her hands and asked reluctantly, ¡°You should get warm before you leave.¡± ¡°No, we have to go now!¡± he said urgently. ¡°What happened?¡± Joe could sense that something was off. ¡°I¡¯ll explain to you on the road.¡± Snaketooth stomped his foot. ¡°We need to go back right now, otherwise Kanas will hear about this through someone else and we¡¯ll be done for!¡± ¡­ The gathering spot for Rats in the Western Zone was a two-story house buried deep in the Endless Lane. Kanas was an intimidating one-eyed man, and his temper and methods were just as cruel as his appearance. Snaketooth personally saw him nail someone who was messed up to a wall and then whipped him to death. At the same time, he controlled the food supply of several Rat organizations in the area, so no one dared to disrespect him. Snaketooth felt the same way, so he knelt carefully in front of Kanas and told him about the notices. ¡°Is the lord of the city targeting us?¡± Kanas asked with a frown, ¡°What kind of nonsense is that?¡± ¡°¡­It¡¯s not the lord of the city,¡± reminded Snaketooth carefully. ¡°The announcer was talking about the prince.¡± ¡°What the hell do you know?¡± Kanas spat. ¡°No noble, no matter how important, can do anything in someone else¡¯s territory. This¡¯s Longsong Stronghold, not Border Town or King¡¯s City, and the lords of the Honeysuckles or Elks are here, so there¡¯s nothing he can do. So what if he¡¯s the so-called protector of the Western Region? Just look at who¡¯s sitting in the castle. The king still rules Graycastle in name, but who cares about his orders?¡± ¡°You¡¯re right,¡± a girl next to Kanas said softly. ¡°Not to mention, even if power changes hands, it has nothing to do with us. Nobles are Nobles, and Rats are Rats. Just because the two groups live in the same city, it doesn¡¯t mean that they are anything alike.¡± ¡°Rats are Rats? That¡¯s what I love to hear.¡± Kanas grabbed the girl¡¯s behind. ¡°However, the second notice is quite strange. Usually, if the noble want to improve their reputation by distributing food, they would let us know beforehand. Also, they usually restrict the amount they distribute, but how come it sounds like they¡¯re trying to feed the entire city this time?¡± No one could answer his question, but Snaketooth knew that everyone was thinking about those two free bowls of oatmeal. ¡°Maybe¡­ the noblemen want to get on good terms with Sir Bloodyhand?¡± The girl chuckled. ¡°Who knows.¡± Kanas shrugged. ¡°I¡¯ll go ask the boss later. Only he knows and understands these issues related to the noble.¡± The so-called ¡°Bloodyhand¡± was the king of the Western Zone Rats, and it was rumored that he was very close with the lower-level nobles. In a sense, he was no longer a regular Rat, but a title-less ¡°underground nobleman¡±¡ªin fact, all Rat kings had similar social connections. At this thought, Snaketooth breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Kanas¡¯ lover was right. ¡°Both the noble and Rats have existed for hundreds of years, so no matter how the upper level changes, the underground world will always maintain its own rules¡­ His Highness is also a member of the noble, so what can he do?¡± ¡°By the way, I know exactly what you all are thinking right now.¡± Kanas chuckled. ¡°You want to try the City Hall¡¯s oatmeal? On the day of distribution, everyone must remain in this room, and no one can leave. Understood? If anyone goes behind my back to eat it, I¡¯ll make sure he never eats another thing in his life!¡± Chapter 461 Chapter 461: Respective Beliefs Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It was the strangest group of people Rene Medde had ever seen. A detailed map of Longsong Stronghold was spread open on the square table in the lobby on the castle¡¯s first floor. Six people surrounded the table, including Commander of the First Army Iron Axe, Police Chief of Border Town Vader, the current leader of Ragingfire Crack, head of Security Bureau Nightingale, dark-haired witch Ashes, and Earl of the Elk Family himself. Rene never expected that he would need the help of Rats one day, let alone cooperate with witches. ¡°My lords, there¡¯re about seven or eight different gangs in Stronghold,¡± Crack said, bowing and smiling ingratiatingly. ¡°Sickle Gang, situated in the northern outer city, is the largest group with 500 to 600 members, but Knell Gang, in the inner city, is the most powerful. Knell consists mostly of escaped convicts and mercenaries and rarely accepts commoners as its members, and they have more than enough swords and armor, which is why they control the most lucrative area.¡± ¡°The eastern city belongs to Dead Flesh Eaters and Vulture Gang, who sell slaves and Dreamland Water through the harbor area through extremely cruel means. It¡¯s rumored that these two Rat organizations are backed by the Wolf and Maple Leaf families, but when our Ragingfire totally defeated them a couple years ago, no great nobles stepped up to help them.¡± He said with a tinge of pride. ¡°As for the western city, the gangs are much more complicated¡­ Since they are all small gangs, I¡¯ve only interacted with their leaders. They are¡­¡± ¡°Information about gangs isn¡¯t important, so you don¡¯t have to go into details.¡± The tall Mojin man interrupted. ¡°I only want to know if you can take us into the lairs of these underground Rats?¡± ¡°Ahem, my lord¡­¡± Crack nodded towards him. ¡°A common saying goes, ¡®The lairs of Rats are riddled with caves and holes¡¯. I know the main gathering points of all the gangs, but I don¡¯t know every single one of their shelters, especially the hiding places in dried wells and basements, so I can only rely on leaders and cronies to find the specific spots.¡± ¡°He¡¯s right about that.¡± Rene sighed. ¡°If we went face to face with the Rats, they wouldn¡¯t stand a chance, but it¡¯ll be much more difficult to clear them all out.¡± ¡°We might have a chance of success if we launch a surprise attack, but now that the notice has been announced, the leaders will all hide away by the time we act.¡± ¡°Hide?¡± The dark-haired witch laughed. ¡°Unless they hide in Redwater City, if they¡¯ll have to stay in Stronghold, there¡¯s no way we won¡¯t find them here.¡± ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right.¡± Crack wiped the sweat off his forehead and didn¡¯t argue further. The witch named Ashes gave off a terrifying feeling of pressure. Rene had been in battle and fought demonic beasts in Hermes, so he knew what a true warrior should be like¡­ But even soldiers in the Judgement Army, who had faced hundreds of battles, would falter in front of her. She didn¡¯t need to make some scary expression because even when she was simply standing, no one could dare to look into her eyes. There was no doubt that she had not only seen blood and slain enemies but also hovered between life and death. That was why she had such a menacing aura. ¡°His Highness has given us three days to prepare. When the first batch of rations is distributed, the army will begin from the western city gate and clean up the Rat gangs in all the areas.¡± Iron Axe said quietly, ¡°This mission is targeting only the organizers so that we can take down the Black Street as quickly as possible.¡± ¡°But¡­ will this really work?¡± Rene couldn¡¯t help asking as Iron Axe walked towards the entrance of the lobby. ¡°No city has been able to get rid of the Rats. As long as the citizens exist, so will they.¡± Iron Axe turned around and glanced at him. ¡°Is that so? Border Town doesn¡¯t have any Rats.¡± ¡­ Everyone left, and only Vader was left. ¡°Earl, has anyone applied to be a policeman yet?¡± ¡°Not yet¡­ but I heard from Petrov that dozens of people in the Second Army have signed up for it.¡± Rene sat down slowly next to the table with Iron Axe¡¯s words still ringing in his ears. After a while, he whispered, ¡°Are there really no Rats in the town?¡± ¡°If you mean the conventional Black Street organizations, then there aren¡¯t any.¡± Vader shrugged. ¡°No man or woman has to worry about food or shelter, and everyone can find a suitable job. Even the salary from doing odd jobs is enough to feed themselves. Honestly, before I went to Border Town, I didn¡¯t believe that a place like that could exist in the Kingdom of Graycastle either.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Rene couldn¡¯t help asking. ¡°I don¡¯t know, my lord¡­¡± Vader splayed his hands. ¡°His Highness Roland is capable of things that are far beyond any other noblemen I have known.¡± ¡°No need to call me lord.¡± Rene waved his hand. ¡°His Highness wants us to work together, so we can put our titles aside for now.¡± Vader nodded and didn¡¯t protest. Rene admired Vader¡¯s frankness. ¡°Do you think the prince can really eliminate all the Rats in Stronghold and purify the entire Western Region?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure either.¡± Vader¡¯s answer surprised him. ¡°After all, I used to be a Patrol Leader and interacted with Rats for many years. Their existence was like the shadows under the sun, so blunt force might not be that effective. His Highness once said that if he was dealing with a large city with millions of people, he might not be able to take care of everything. But if there were only ten thousand people, he might be able to get rid of these bottom-feeding scums. Basically, he plans to make people realize that it¡¯s too risky to become a Rat and there¡¯re many other better options.¡± ¡°Too¡­ risky?¡± Rene ignored the statement about millions of people because even a city with ten thousand people was already unbelievable. ¡°This will take a pretty long time to achieve.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, targeting Rats or crime can¡¯t be done in one day,¡± Vader said and nodded. ¡°That¡¯s why His Highness Roland established the police force. I told you before that this organization is completely different from a patrol team.¡± It was really different. They reported to the City Hall rather than the noble and maintained order in an area rather than conspire with criminals. ¡°And most importantly, His Highness told me one more thing.¡± ¡°What did he tell you?¡± ¡°I actually had the same concerns as you do now,¡± Vader said with a smile, ¡°but His Highness asked, ¡®So you won¡¯t try because it¡¯s hard?''¡± Rene Medde felt a sense of realization rush into his heart. If he did not try because it was hard, he would not have been relentlessly pursuing his knighthood. Although he inherited the title of Earl and felt like he was straying from his desired life, as long as he could continue to fight for the people, he would be still following the path in his heart. Now, this path was becoming even wider. ¡°Now¡­ I understand.¡± He took a deep breath. ¡°I was just as shocked as you.¡± Vader recalled. ¡°But I don¡¯t understand what His Highness said next.¡± ¡°Did he say anything else?¡± Rene asked excitedly. ¡°Uh-huh,¡± Vader said, stroking his chin. ¡°he said ¡®you¡¯ll feel incredibly fulfilled after drinking this bowl of chicken broth.¡¯ But¡­ what does it have to do with chicken broth?¡± Chapter 462 Chapter 462: The Determination Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Joe fell ill. He was the second weakest in the group before Paper was kidnapped, and since then he had become the weakest. Joe was fine the night he came back from the square. But the next day, Snaketooth found him lying motionless on the hay, moaning vaguely and with bright red cheeks. ¡°He was infected by the cold plague,¡± Sunflower said while touching Joe¡¯s head, ¡°and his head is burning hot.¡± ¡°Will I¡­ die?¡± Joe, squinting his eyes, asked softly. No one answered. The cold plague was an extremely stubborn disease, and once contracted, you can only rely on the body to resist the infection. However, people who were physically fit seldom suffered from the cold¡ªthose who were infected were generally weak, so very few patients could survive it. It was essentially a death sentence for Rats. ¡°I¡¯ll go and look for Kanas,¡± said Snaketooth, breaking the silence. ¡°What do you want him for?¡± ¡°To beg him to give Joe more food.¡± He stood up. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that the chance of survival is greater if the patient is kept warm and adequately fed.¡± ¡°He won¡¯t give you any food,¡± Tigerclaw shook his head and said. ¡°We all know what kind of person he is.¡± ¡°Exactly, you may even get beaten up by him,¡± Sunflower said while gathering hay. ¡°Rats never feed any useless person.¡± ¡°Joe isn¡¯t useless.¡± Snaketooth retorted. ¡°He can read!¡± ¡°Just a few words, and of what use is that to Kanas? He wants people who can steal and rob others.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Snaketooth clenched his teeth, turned around and walked towards the manager¡¯s room in the Endless Lane. He had to try even if he would be beaten up by Kanas with a stick. Surprisingly, Kanas was not back yet. ¡°You¡¯re lucky.¡± When he brought the message back to his companions, Tigerclaw grinned. ¡°Or we may have to take care of another one.¡± Sunflower sighed. ¡°Each of us will give a portion of our bread to Joe later when it¡¯s time for the bread distribution so that he can eat more.¡± However, Snaketooth did not feel lucky at all. He could feel something was not right. ¡°It¡¯d only take half an hour to send the message to Bloodyhand. It¡¯s understandable that Bloodyhand didn¡¯t come back last night due to the discussion of countermeasures¡ªbut it¡¯s already noon, the discussion should have been finished by now.¡± Furthermore, when his men opened the door, he took a peek and realized Kanas and his lover were both missing. The gang started to distribute food not long after, and Snaketooth realized that it was distributed by Kanas¡¯ confidant. What he received was nothing but half a slice of brown bread. ¡­ After four days, Joe¡¯s condition was still deteriorating. He was yelling that he felt cold yesterday, but he couldn¡¯t speak a word today. His once pink cheeks started to turn pale and his breathing was getting weaker. ¡°We¡¯ve tried our best,¡± Sunflower said languidly with her hand on her stomach. They had given half of their food to Joe in the past few days. If it was not for them, he might not have lived this long. Tigerclaw, who used to be very energetic, was starting to look feeble as well. Kanas had not shown up these past few days. More than a hundred Rats gathered in the room and started to discuss this matter. But it was just a discussion¡ªafter all, they were still getting food as usual. However, it was especially noisy today. It was the day of free food distribution, as announced. ¡°I¡¯ll go to the square,¡± after a long contemplation, Snaketooth clenched his teeth and said. ¡°We need to eat more than just bread. Joe might be able to last if I could get a bowl of hot oatmeal for him.¡± ¡°Are you crazy?¡± Sunflower stared at him and said, ¡°Don¡¯t forget how Kanas warned us. Do you really want to get stitches on your lips?¡± ¡°That¡¯s if he knows I snuck out. We don¡¯t even know where Kanas is now. What if the lord of the city is really going to attack them?¡± ¡°But his men are still here. Do you think they¡¯ll let you off if they find out?¡± Sunflower looked at Tigerclaw. ¡°Don¡¯t just stand there. Help me to talk him out of this.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go with you,¡± the latter said suddenly. ¡°Both of you¡­¡± ¡°This food distribution may have already been ruined. Or perhaps there¡¯s no food at all, and it¡¯s simply the noble¡¯s act of disguising it. I suppose it shouldn¡¯t be considered disobeying Kanas¡¯ warnings in this case?¡± Tigerclaw twitched his lips and said, ¡°I¡¯m strong¡ªI can run there and back while carrying Joe on my back, and it won¡¯t take us too long. Kanas isn¡¯t around now and his confidants are hiding in his room roasting themselves in front of the fire. No one will notice us.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Sunflower hesitated. ¡°You just stay here,¡± Snaketooth said, ¡°so you can cover for us in case anyone asks. Just say we have diarrhea and had to go to find a sheltered place to relieve ourselves. No worries. We won¡¯t need long to rush back from there.¡± ¡°Well, then,¡± she looked around and said, ¡°hurry up!¡± ¡­ Snaketooth and Tigerclaw snuck out of the log cabin, running all the way down the alley. The elevated snow under their feet drenched their trousers. Even though the cold wind that blew into their face felt as sharp as a knife, it couldn¡¯t stop them. Panting while arriving at the square, they found that there were almost a thousand people surrounding the podium. Oatmeal really was being distributed! Both of them ran over quickly, but were stopped by two guards in brown uniforms. ¡°Walk slowly, no pushing, and no cutting in line¡ªotherwise you¡¯ll be prohibited from receiving any free food.¡± Snaketooth noticed that there was a wooden fence set up around the center of the podium. The crowd was moving along the fence in a line like a folded dragon. Guards armed with strange iron bars could be seen at every short interval. They looked like the defenders of order, because people were expelled from the line from time to time. ¡°My friend is sick¡­ Can you help us, please? I¡¯m begging you!¡± Snaketooth knelt down on the snowy ground. ¡°He¡¯s been starving for days. He¡¯s in need of food urgently!¡± Tigerclaw knelt down beside him. ¡°What kind of illness?¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­ the cold plague.¡± One of them reached out to Joe who was unconscious and said, ¡°Leave him with me. Both of you get in line.¡± ¡°Erm¡­¡± ¡°He knows the way back, doesn¡¯t he?¡± the other guard said, ¡°Even if he doesn¡¯t know, you can always come back here to look for him.¡± While saying this, the guard walked away with Joe on his shoulders. ¡°What should we do?¡± Both of them stared at each other. No one expected it to turn out like this¡ªaccording to their plans, the other party would either be totally indifferent or let them bypass the fence to get the oatmeal in advance. ¡°Let¡¯s go back first.¡± Snaketooth decided after some short contemplation. ¡°What¡­ Go back?¡± Tigerclaw asked with surprise, ¡°No oatmeal?¡± ¡°It¡¯ll take us at least half an hour to get there with this line. There might be trouble if we take too long,¡± he nodded and said. ¡°We can sneak out again in the evening to bring Joe back.¡± Tigerclaw looked at the oatmeal on the wooden table and said reluctantly, ¡°Okay¡­ then.¡± There was something that Snaketooth kept to himself¡ªsince the announcement of the free food distribution had come true, did it mean that the other two rumors would eventually pan out as well? He vaguely felt that an upheaval might be coming towards the Black Street. Back at the Endless Lane, both of them tiptoed into the house but were caught by surprise. Sunflower was hung in front of the entrance with both her hands tied behind her back, standing on a shaky wooden bench. Bruises could be seen on her face. All the while, Kanas¡¯ men were standing by her side, sneering at both of them. ¡°You, finally back with a well-fed stomach?¡± Chapter 463 Chapter 463: The Elimination of Bloodyhand Gang Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Snaketooth¡¯s heart sank rapidly. ¡°Let¡­go¡­¡± Fear seized his throat. He opened his mouth but could only rasp in a dull voice. ¡°You mean ¡®let go of her¡¯? Alright.¡± The man kicked the stool below Sunflower¡¯s feet, her body stiffened instantly. The rope dug into Sunflower¡¯s neck. She kicked her feet in panic, clenched and released her tied hands, but none of these helped. Tigerclaw rushed forward to help, but his head was struck from behind with a stick and he fell to the floor. ¡°If we hadn¡¯t been waiting for you, I¡¯d have killed her earlier.¡± One of Kanas¡¯ henchmen sneered. ¡°What a good excuse, diarrhea! You probably don¡¯t know, but we¡¯ve had people watching you. He knows that mutts aren¡¯t disciplined. We knew we¡¯d have to teach you a lesson to ensure you abide by the rules of the Bloodyhand Gang.¡± ¡°It¡¯s my fault.¡± Snaketooth knelt down. ¡°Please let her go! She never even stepped out of this room!¡± ¡°This little b*tch lied to me,¡± the henchman shrugged. ¡°She swore you were just looking for shelter from the wind. Even with her two teeth knocked out, she wouldn¡¯t change her story. Why would I want her alive? So she can get back at me?¡± ¡°They want to kill us.¡± Snaketooth came to the sudden realization. He struggled to raise his head, seeing that Sunflower¡¯s struggle was getting weaker and her body had begun to stiffen. He forced himself not to look at her, but instead paying attention to the dagger hanging at the waist of the man. He was only six steps away. If Snaketooth could rush up and get that dagger¡­ Suddenly, the rope broke. Sunflower fell to the floor silently. ¡°What the hell¡­¡± The henchman frowned, but before he could finish his words, a line of blood spouted from his neck, spraying the face of the closest Rat. Snaketooth stared at the scene in front of him. Meanwhile, sounds of a fight came from the outer room. ¡°Stop! This is the Bloodyhand Gang¡¯s territory!¡± ¡°Some¡­ somebody broke in!¡± ¡°Oh¡­ my hand!¡± ¡°Damn it. Come out and kill her!¡± ¡°Mon¡­ monster! Help¡­¡± Kanas¡¯ followers looked at each other and pulled out their weapons. Before they could escape, an apparition flew in and overthrew the two front men. Snaketooth then saw the attacker¡ªa striking woman with black hair casually tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. She was wearing a long black gown and her eyes were golden. Snaketooth felt his blood freeze when she cast a glance at him. ¡°Drop your weapon, put your hands over your head and kneel down. If you want to live.¡± The woman stuck out three fingers. ¡°I will count to three. Anyone who doesn¡¯t follow my instruction will die.¡± ¡°Three.¡± There were only a few seconds of silence before someone shouted, ¡°God, such skills¡­ she must be worth 100 gold royals!¡± ¡°Everybody, let¡¯s move!¡± ¡°Catch her and boss will definitely reward us well!¡± ¡°Catch her alive!¡± ¡°Never mind. You¡¯d be better dead.¡± She held up a giant, oddly-shaped ornate sword and charged into the crowd. Snaketooth couldn¡¯t believe his eyes. The sword was made of cast iron, and whatever it touched shattered instantly. She moved at such a fast speed that her enemies¡¯ lime powder and crossbows were barely useful. The once effective hidden weapons couldn¡¯t hit the target now. The crowd could not escape from her, let alone fight back. ¡°Protect your friend, child,¡± a voice came but the source of the voice was nowhere to be seen. He swallowed his saliva and crawled to Sunflower¡¯s side in panic. He put his hand to her nostrils to feel her breath. She faintly exhaled warm air¡­ she was still alive! Snaketooth felt like crying, the happiness of having survived overwhelmed him. What was written on the announcement was real. These people had been sent by the prince to eliminate organizers of the gang! Now they had hope! Bending over Sunflower, he burst into tears. ¡­ As more soldiers in brown uniforms rushed into the room, the fight ended quickly. All the conscious Rats were told to stand in a line and walkout of the room one by one. ¡°My head aches,¡± Tigerclaw complained with one hand rubbing his head. ¡°The bump is so big.¡± ¡°Be grateful you weren¡¯t beaten to death.¡± Snaketooth glared at him with tears in his eyes. ¡°What happened?¡± Sunflower massaged her neck on which appeared a black line from the rope. ¡°I thought I was dead for sure.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll tell you after we get out of here,¡± Snaketooth shook his head. He was afraid if he spoke too much, he would burst into tears again. ¡°Your turn.¡± The guard at the door twisted Snaketooth¡¯s arms to his back. Snaketooth didn¡¯t resist, and he followed the guard outside. A woman in a white gown was standing in the yard, a paradox to the lethal goddess in black. Her face was covered by a hood, with only strands of curly blonde hair showing. ¡°You may leave after answering the Lord¡¯s questions.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Snaketooth faithfully replied, he was in awe of this army¡¯s capabilities. ¡°Have you committed murder?¡± Her voice was brisk and pleasing as if it was from another world. ¡°How about rape? Robbery?¡± Suddenly something struck his mind¡ªshe was the one who had warned him without showing herself. ¡°None of those.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± She nodded. ¡°Wait at the square for your dinner from His Highness.¡± Snaketooth stopped after two steps. It took courage to ask, ¡°Are you a witch?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Snaketooth hadn¡¯t expected an answer, but to his surprise, the witch gave an upfront reply. ¡°These are Kanas¡¯s followers,¡± Snaketooth continued to speak, biting his lip. ¡°He hasn¡¯t been here for four days. He must be hiding somewhere with Bloodyhand! Bloodyhand is the real head of the gang! Never let him go!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. They can¡¯t escape.¡± The woman smiled and said this with a tone of unquestionable confidence. ¡­ ¡°Do you mean¡­ His Highness sent witches to hunt for the head of Rats?¡± Tigerclaw¡¯s eyes were wide in disbelief. ¡°Not only witches but also many common men,¡± Snaketooth told the bizarre story he had just witnessed. ¡°What I¡¯ve guessed is right¡ªwitches are accepted in His Highness¡¯ territory. They can appear in public without worries, and even fight with others.¡± He paused, and then continued to speak with excitement, ¡°If Paper really was sent there, she must be living a fairly decent life.¡± ¡°Sounds like you want to go there and meet her,¡± Sunflower said, twitching her mouth. ¡°Witches are talented and it¡¯s difficult to see them. You might embarrass her if you go to see her.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Snaketooth was stunned for a moment. He knew what Sunflower said was true. He was only a Rat, even if he could survive the winter, his identity would remain the same. Paper must be living a whole different life now, totally out of his league. ¡°Don¡¯t overthink it.¡± Tigerclaw patted him on the shoulder. ¡°Look, it¡¯s time to eat.¡± Chapter 464 Chapter 464: The Changes Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Many people came for the second meal. Luckily, the three of them had arrived early and were able to secure a position at the front. When Snaketooth joined the queue, he realized why the fences were built around the wooden stage. There was a speaker chattering about the new policy. He would probably have to keep listening to him until he got his oatmeal. The crowd moved forward slowly. After waiting for half an hour, he finally reached the back of the wooden stage. ¡°Give me your right hand.¡± A guard said. Snaketooth followed the instruction, and the guard stamped the back of his hand. ¡°Next.¡± The wooden fence extended on both sides to encircle a large area, but the queuing still continued. Everyone was guided by a guard to take a wooden bowl, receive the oatmeal, go and eat on the side, and then return their bowl. It was hard to believe that ordinary civilians and Rats could be this orderly. Snaketooth looked at the long queue behind him and felt that this whole thing was absurd. It was as if they were in a solemn ceremony instead of begging for charity. ¡°What did he stamp on our hands?¡± Tigerclaw stuck his head out from behind. ¡°I can¡¯t wipe it off.¡± ¡°It¡¯s probably meant to prevent us from joining the queue again after we finish our oatmeal,¡± he said with a frown. Tall tents were set at the perimeter of the empty space, and he could see through the shadows that there were many busy people inside. Heavy wooden barrels were being moved to the long wooden table beside the fence, and it was obvious that the food had just been cooked. As he watched the steaming porridge flow into his bowl, his hands could not help but tremble. How long had it been since he had a hot meal? The oatmeal was watery and did not come with vegetables or condiments, but just the golden porridge and its overflowing aroma was enough to make him salivate. Compared with black bread, which contained stones and husks, the food in his bowl made him feel warm again. Tears were starting to collect in his eyes again. Snaketooth finished the oatmeal quickly despite how hot it was and licked the bowl clean. Although he wished he could go back and beg for another bowl, he finally dispelled the idea after he saw the surveillance guards. He put the wooden bowl into the designated pot and followed the crowd to exit the fenced area. There was another wooden stage at the exit, and the speaker was answering questions from the public enthusiastically. After eating some warm food, the howling wind did not seem as cold as before, and the three of them slowly followed the crowd to the wooden stage. ¡°You asked why His Royal Highness distributed the oatmeal? That¡¯s a good question!¡± the man said excitedly. ¡°It¡¯s because His Highness is determined to eliminate the Rats. Those who are menaced by Rats and those who are forced to comply with the Rats for food can be completely liberated and no longer subject to their threats! At the same time, he did this so that the families that don¡¯t have enough food storage can survive the harsh times! This is His Highness¡¯ benevolence!¡± ¡°You said earlier that the oatmeal would only be provided till the end of Months of Demons, so what happens after that?¡± someone asked loudly. The scene suddenly quieted as the people eagerly awaited the answer. Snaketooth also listened attentively. ¡°It¡¯s simple! You can support yourselves!¡± the speaker said with a smile. ¡°Support¡­ourselves?¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t know how to farm.¡± ¡°Could you please explain, sir?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, let me explain to you slowly!¡± He waved his hand. ¡°After the Months of Demons, Longsong Stronghold and Border Town will merge to form a new city, so the empty areas in between will require a lot of you to reclaim and reconstruct! Only hard work can create wealth, and only hard work can change destiny! You¡¯ll have a stable salary, and the money you earn will support you and your family! At the same time, His Highness promised that those who officially have a job will be accepted as citizens of the new city.¡± His words stirred a wave in the crowd, and Snaketooth felt his heartbeat speed up. ¡°Yes, I know what you are thinking,¡± said the speaker loudly. ¡°Many of you are Rats, or citizens forced to become Rats. It doesn¡¯t matter. You can work for a new life. You no longer have to live in the dark underground, and you don¡¯t have to worry about being sent to the gallows. You can rely on your own hands to earn legitimate rewards, whether it¡¯s food, clothing, or even shelter!¡± ¡°Sir¡­ do we only need to be willing to work?¡± He smiled and nodded. ¡°In the future, His Highness will need more than 10,000 people, so¡­ yes, as long as you are willing to work.¡± Snaketooth suddenly understood something. ¡­ During the next few days, the three of them went to the Central Square for oatmeal at noon every day. More and more citizens heard the news and came to the distributions, until they occupied almost half of the square. Of course, some people didn¡¯t go for the food. They just wanted to witness the end of the Black Street Rats. It looked like there was a festival going on in Stronghold every day. After the oatmeal was done being distributed at noon, there would be trials and executions on the other end of the square. As the woman in the white robe had said, none of the Rats could escape their arrest. Snaketooth saw Kanas in one of the trials. His face was pale as he knelt and trembled on the scaffold, no longer domineering like before. Then, as the iron pipe roared, his head was smashed into pieces. Apart from Kanas, Snaketooth also heard the names of many other big figures among the Rats. These included Bloodyhand, Ironcrow, Ripper¡­ they had all been fierce kings in Black Street. Their appearances were not much better than Kanas. Every death of a Rat king was met with warm cheers and chants of ¡°Long live His Highness¡±. On the fourth day, Snaketooth saw Joe, looking completely recovered. The four of them hugged each other excitedly. ¡°Where have you been?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Joe shook his head. ¡°My mind was obscured at the time. When I woke up I was lying in a tent, and my head didn¡¯t hurt anymore. I only ate and slept until the fever came down. There were quite a few patients like me in there, drinking oatmeal with dried meat. I ate so much the first time that I almost swallowed my tongue.¡± ¡°Is there such a good thing?¡± Tigerclaw stared and said, ¡°Damn, I want to be infected with the cold plague!¡± ¡°Anyway, it¡¯s good you survived,¡± Sunflower said gladly. After everyone was done catching up, Snaketooth suddenly said, ¡°I want to look for a job after the Months of Demons.¡± ¡°Perhaps those nobilities are just fooling us, and there¡¯ll be additional requirements,¡± Tigerclaw said. ¡°When they recruited the new Second Army and police members, they asked for a fixed address and a clean record, which means no stealing. So we aren¡¯t even in their consideration.¡± Snaketooth shook his head and did not answer. The things in the bulletin were gradually becoming a reality, and he realized that the ¡°new city¡± was possibly beyond his imagination. In these few yet long days, he had already felt a change. If the speaker was telling the truth, would he be able to stay in the new city? If he could get rid of his Rat identity, would Paper feel less embarrassed if he saw her again? Chapter 465 Chapter 465: Inner Peace & Disturbance Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Wendy, Scroll, and Spear were sitting in the castle hall, enjoying the top-grade black tea that was imported from the City of Glow. Wendy took the whistling kettle off the pot hook in the fireplace and poured the boiled well water into a tea cup. Watching the water surface gradually being dyed a transparent orange and sniffing the mellow aroma that came from the rising steam, she felt her whole body become lazy. After blowing on the cup to cool down the tea, she took a small sip. The initial taste was slightly bitter, but it slowly turned into a fresh and sweet taste that rejuvenated her lips and tongue. As the warm liquid flowed into her abdomen, she uncontrollably let out a satisfied groan. On the other side of the hall, Paper was still fiddling with the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. She had already mastered the skill of injecting magic power into the sigil, and was also able to accurately control the output of magic power. But no matter how she tried, she was only able to light up the first magic stone on the sigil. ¡°Whenever I see her, I¡¯ll think of the days in the Witch Cooperation Association,¡± Scroll said emotionally. ¡°At that time, nobody thought that we would all be able to live a life like what we have today.¡± ¡°If we were able to foresee the future, Cara wouldn¡¯t have persisted so stubbornly.¡± Wendy placed her cup down. ¡°It¡¯s good that in the future, our awakened sisters won¡¯t have to experience the same suffering as we did.¡± As she spoke, she started laughing. ¡°We¡¯re probably the last batch of witches who had to suffer.¡± ¡°Also the oldest batch, which means we¡¯ll enjoy the least number of good days,¡± Scroll added while placing her hand on her forehead. ¡°Sounds like we got the worst lot.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why you came back early today just to enjoy a bit more leisure time?¡± Wendy joked. ¡°I left only after completing my duties.¡± The latter shrugged her shoulders. ¡°His Highness Roland is away and thus the amount of work is much less than usual. I¡¯m somewhat not used to it.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Wendy raised her eyebrows. ¡°When His Highness returns, I¡¯ll tell him what you said word-for-word.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ then, for the next exam, I can¡¯t promise that you¡¯ll be able to understand every question.¡± ¡°You two have such a great relationship.¡± Spear giggled as she listened to the conversation. ¡°Although I¡¯m not young anymore, I¡¯ve never enjoyed such a deep relationship with anyone. You two are among the most fortunate of the witches.¡± ¡°That goes without saying. Not every witch has a powerful father,¡± Scroll said, and drank a mouthful of tea before continuing, ¡°and he would pass on everything he has to his daughter¡ªeven in the noble, such people are rare.¡± ¡°By the way, how¡¯s it going in the City Hall?¡± Wendy looked towards Spear. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that you¡¯ll go there whenever you¡¯re free recently.¡± ¡°There¡¯re many benefits of going.¡± Spear exhaled deeply. ¡°This¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve gained insight into a departmental management style that¡¯s so well-ordered and demarcated, yet allows the departments to work closely together. Instead of having the ministers of each department conduct their own employee recruitment and compensation, the City Hall takes care of it for them. This way, there¡¯s less difficulty in replacing employees, and also allows capable citizens to enter the civil service without hindrance. I¡¯ve no idea how His Highness conceived this idea.¡± ¡°She even had a very nice chat with Barov.¡± Scroll jested. ¡°Ahem, he was simply consulting me about a few questions related to the laws of the noble, which I happened to have a good understanding of,¡± Spear said, shaking her head. ¡°Also, the new laws laid down by His Highness are very unique, and may even be implemented in the Fallen Dragon Ridge. I discussed this with Barov for a little longer.¡± ¡°Oh? How are they unique?¡± ¡°Such as the part regarding the definition of citizenship¡­¡± ¡°Sister Wendy, when will I be able to light up the second magic stone?¡± Paper had joined in unexpectedly and bawled as she held up the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. ¡°When you¡¯re a bit older.¡± Wendy reached her hand out to the young girl. ¡°Come, let me give you a hug.¡± Paper held on to Wendy¡¯s outstretched hand and climbed into her embrace. Wendy caressed Paper¡¯s head as she watched the other two witches discuss the new laws, and felt a sense of calm. It would be so good if this life could last forever. At this moment, a guard entered the hall. He first glanced around the room before walking up to the four witches with a slight hesitation. ¡°Something happened?¡± Wendy recognized him¡ªhe was a personal guard of His Highness. ¡°Lady Wendy, someone has arrived from outside the castle, and she claims that her daughter has just been awakened as a witch¡­¡± The guard said while making a salute. ¡°His Highness has specified that when he¡¯s not around, you¡¯ll be in charge of such issues.¡± ¡°What?¡± The three witches were shocked simultaneously. ¡°A new awakened witch?¡± ¡°That¡¯s what the person said.¡± ¡°Quick, take me to her,¡± Wendy immediately responded. ¡­ At the main gate of the castle, Wendy saw two citizens waiting in the cold wind. One of them seemed about 40 years old, her hair already turned half-white, and the wrinkles on her forehead were deep and long. She was wearing an old-fashioned coat and her stature was slightly hunched. The other person was much younger, about 17 or 18 years old, and she stood reservedly beside the elder woman. ¡°This¡¯s Lady Wendy of the Witch Union.¡± The guard introduced. ¡°Our greetings, Lady Wendy.¡± The two citizens bowed respectfully. ¡°They claim to be migrants from the Southern Territory and that they moved into an inner city residential district half a month ago. I¡¯ve verified their identity cards and found no issue with the information they provided.¡± ¡°You¡¯re the witch?¡± Wendy looked towards the young woman and spoke in the tenderest voice she could. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Lady Wendy¡¯s asking you a question.¡± The elder woman tugged on the younger one¡¯s sleeve. ¡°Summer,¡± the latter murmured. ¡°You¡¯re her¡­ mother?¡± ¡°Yes, yes, indeed. Her father is still working at the Furnace Area, so I brought her over.¡± The elder woman nodded repeatedly. ¡°Lady Wendy, may I ask if what His Highness stated on the bulletin is true¡­ that witches are entitled to a wage of one gold royal every month?¡± ¡°It¡¯s true indeed, but she has to be willing to join the Witch Union.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Summer opened her mouth. ¡°She¡¯s willing, she¡¯s definitely willing to serve and dedicate everything to His Highness.¡± The mother interrupted her daughter. ¡°Do we have to sign a contract? When will we receive the money?¡± These words made Wendy frown uncontrollably. It was not hard to decipher from her tone that the mother not only treated her daughter as an object for sale, but also thought that the Witch Union was a place of pleasure for His Highness. Wendy held back her unhappiness and replied placidly, ¡°His Highness is currently handling some affairs in Longsong Stronghold, and I¡¯m not sure when he¡¯ll be back. Furthermore, there¡¯ll be a few examinations and tests before she can join the Union. You may leave your daughter to our care in the castle, and when His Highness returns, we¡¯ll arrange for you to sign the contract.¡± No matter what, Summer was innocent, and thus Wendy did not want to impose her anger towards the ignorant mother on to her. Even though witches were already accepted by the majority of the town¡¯s inhabitants, the refugees who recently arrived in the Western Region still possessed a gross misunderstanding of them. ¡°I¡¯ll entrust her to you, Lady Wendy.¡± The mother made a deep bow and then patted her daughter¡¯s head. ¡°Behave well and don¡¯t disappoint His Highness.¡± ¡°Mom, I¡­¡± Summer wanted to say something, but the elder woman had already turned and walked towards the exit ramp. Chapter 466 Chapter 466: Reappearance Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Summer, right? Don¡¯t worry.¡± Wendy walked up to the young woman and held her hand. ¡°The Witch Union isn¡¯t what your family thinks, nor do you have to stay in the castle all the time.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Summer asked softly. ¡°Of course.¡± Wendy smiled. ¡°We stay in the castle because we have nowhere else to go¡­ before His Highness took us in, we lived vagrant lives. Our families were either broken or perceived us as strangers. You¡¯re considered fortunate to have a family.¡± She paused briefly. ¡°Let¡¯s go inside, the wind is strong here.¡± ¡°¡­ OK.¡± The young woman lowered her head and followed Wendy into the castle. ¡°This¡¯s the new awakened witch?¡± Scroll was already waiting at the door. ¡°What¡¯s her name?¡± ¡°Summer,¡± Wendy replied, and then look towards the guard. ¡°Can you help me inform Lady Agatha to return to the castle? Tell her that there¡¯s a new witch. She should be in the riverside chemical lab right now.¡± ¡°My pleasure to serve you, Lady Wendy.¡± The guard bowed before he turned and exited. ¡°Indeed, when Nightingale and Sylvie aren¡¯t around, only Agatha is able to distinguish magic power by type and capacity.¡± Scroll nodded in agreement. ¡°What¡¯s her ability?¡± ¡°We don¡¯t know yet.¡± Wendy then caressed the young girl¡¯s head and asked, ¡°How old are you?¡± ¡°18.¡± Summer became nervous again in front of so many strangers. ¡°18?¡± Spear seemed surprised. ¡°Isn¡¯t that the age of adulthood?¡± ¡°When did you realize that you were awakened as a witch?¡± Scroll asked. ¡°Tell us your story in detail.¡± ¡°Just¡­ three days ago, when I turned 18,¡± Summer replied meekly. ¡°That day, my elder brother caught a fish for me as a gift, but it was taken away by my second sister, and only half of the tail was left for me in the end. At night, I hugged my quilt and cried. I then dreamt that the fish returned to my bowl. When I woke up, I discovered that the fish was indeed there, and I also had a new elder sister.¡± ¡°A new elder sister¡­ what does that mean?¡± Wendy asked in astonishment. ¡°One was sitting at the table and eating fish, while the other one was paralyzed with fear on the floor. However, the former soon disappeared together with the fish¡­¡± Summer recalled what happened. ¡°At that time, I could feel that¡­ those things that appeared had something to do with me. However, when I told my family about it, I was beaten up by my father and told not to scare my second sister. I really didn¡¯t scare her on purpose. Who would think that a dream could become real?¡± ¡°That wasn¡¯t a dream.¡± Wendy confirmed what the girl said. ¡°It was an awakening call.¡± Magic power would gather inside a witch¡¯s body on the aforementioned Day of Awakening. During this process, a witch would not only be able to feel the weird changes inside her body, but also, for a majority of witches, they would be unable to restrain the strange magic power, causing them to use their newly-gained ability involuntarily. Hence, apart from the extremely unbearable Day of Adulthood, the second highest cause of loss of witches was the Day of Awakening¡ªthe consequence of performing magical effects in front of normal people was obvious. However, Wendy had never heard of a case whereby the Day of Adulthood and Day of Awakening fell on the same day. Albeit this was no doubt possible¡ªthe Day of Adulthood was just a more special Day of Awakening. ¡°After that, my second sister called me a witch and said that I had to leave home. My elder brother retorted that there was no issue with me being a witch as there were many witches in the town. My family quarreled over this¡­¡± Summer¡¯s voice became even softer as she spoke. ¡°In the end, they decided to send me here.¡± It thus seemed that even people who had recently arrived from the Southern Territory were already being influenced by the town¡¯s propaganda. Fortunately for Summer, she was not tied up and handed over to the church, like many witches were. The unfortunate thing was that her family was ultimately unable to accept a witch. However, Wendy was confident that this kind of situation would be improved over time¡­ the original inhabitants of Border Town were a good example. After Wendy enquired about a few more details from Summer, Agatha walked into the hall, looking worn out. ¡°Is this the newly discovered witch?¡± Wendy nodded and recounted Summer¡¯s identity and awakening experience. ¡°How does the Union test a witch¡¯s ability?¡± Agatha took a magic stone out of her waist pocket after she was done listening. ¡°It¡¯s usually divided into two sections. One is to observe a thorough performance of the ability, and the other is to use the Stone of Measuring to measure the aggregate level of the magic power.¡± Then, she looked at Summer and instructed. ¡°Close your eyes and feel the magic power revolve inside your body.¡± ¡°Does she need a partner to assist her?¡± Wendy appeared anxious. ¡°She became a witch only three days ago. I¡¯m afraid that she knows nothing about her magic power.¡± ¡°No need.¡± Agatha chuckled. ¡°I¡¯m only worried that she¡¯s scared.¡± As they spoke, the magic-filled stone emitted a ray of pale green light that enveloped Summer. A mist gradually appeared around her chest. Its center was pale yellow in color and it seemed like it could dissipate at any time. ¡°She wasn¡¯t lying.¡± After observing briefly, Agatha stopped the operation of the Stone of Measuring. ¡°It¡¯s indeed a feature that only occurs when the Day of Awakening and the Day of Adulthood are on the same day. The type of ability is¡­ the summoning type which you¡¯re all familiar with. The level of magic power is¡­ extremely low.¡± ¡°Extremely low?¡± Wendy winced. ¡°Did such a coincidence also occur in Taquila?¡± ¡°The Union had witnessed the awakening of thousands of witches. Something like this was rather common.¡± Agatha replied proudly. ¡°As for witches who awakened only near the end of adulthood, it was as if they never had a Day of Adulthood.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Their magic powers were never able to develop and thus remained in the pre-adulthood form forever. Naturally, they didn¡¯t have the derivative skills and steady growth that were unique to adulthood. I don¡¯t know if such witches were able to have High Awakenings, but if they were unable to develop, the problems with their magic power would bug them for the rest of their lives. She paused briefly. ¡°We should have a look at Summer¡¯s ability first. After all, magic capacity is only one aspect. The ability itself is the best way to gauge a witch¡¯s value.¡± ¡°Agatha!¡± Wendy exclaimed while frowning. Every witch should be treated as a fellow sister, instead of being valued based on her ability. ¡°This is how it¡¯s done in the Holy City.¡± Agatha was unmoved. ¡°Sure¡­ I believe His Highness¡¯ saying that every ability has its own special use, but they¡¯re still distinguishable by their quality.¡± ¡°What are you¡­ arguing about?¡± Summer opened her eyes, looking confused. ¡°Nothing much.¡± Wendy forcibly smiled and said in a comforting voice, ¡°Try to demonstrate your ability to everyone.¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± The young woman held her breath and slowly reached out her hands. Soon, the four people present were able to see the effects¡ªthey saw figures of themselves positioned on the other side of the hall. Two of them seemed to be discussing something, but not a sound was heard. Suddenly, Paper, who had left the hall a long while ago, reappeared beside Wendy and slowly crawled into Wendy¡¯s arms, revealing a sweet smile on her face. Wendy subconsciously reached out a hand to the figure of herself, but her fingertips passed through the figure as if there was nothing there. Chapter 467 Chapter 467: You¡¯re Irreplaceable Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After the illusion disappeared, the lobby fell into an eerily silence. After a while, Scroll finally sighed and said, ¡°No wonder your sister fell over in shock. That¡¯s quite¡­ terrifying indeed.¡± ¡°The ability to place an entire group under an illusion is very rare, but not new¡­¡± Agatha said slowly. ¡°When I was in the Union, I knew at least two witches with similar powers, one of which was a Senior Witch from Starfall City.¡± ¡°How many times can you use this ability every day?¡± asked Wendy. ¡°Can you control the specific time period that the illusion shows?¡± According to His Highness¡¯ usual practices, there should be a comprehensive test of her ability that sought to understand its characteristics, efficacy and usage. ¡°About¡­ two or three times,¡± whispered Summer, ¡°and what do you mean by time period? Are you asking how recent the things I show are?¡± Seeing Wendy nod, Summer stroked her own head in embarrassment. ¡°I¡¯ve never tested it, but I think earlier things take more effort¡­¡± Wendy couldn¡¯t help but laugh. ¡°It doesn¡¯t take effort, but the magic power inside your body.¡± ¡°Magic power?¡± ¡°You should be able to feel it flowing inside you like water, or floating inside you like fog. Using your ability requires magic power,¡± explained Scroll. ¡°There¡¯re so many things to learn about magic power, and I¡¯ll teach them all to you in the future.¡± ¡°Uh-huh.¡± Summer nodded. Then, Wendy instructed Summer to use all her powers to display an illusion. This time, the illusion was from a day and a half ago, when the lights were shining in the lobby, and the sisters of the Witch Union were having dinner at a long table. Afterwards, Summer completely exhausted her magic power and lowered her arms, panting, with beads of sweat emerging on her forehead. Wendy recorded the results of the two tests on a notebook, but she couldn¡¯t think of a single use for Summer¡¯s ability. ¡°Her illusions can only show the past but can¡¯t predict the future, so we¡¯ll have to wait for His Highness Roland to return and judge.¡± At this thought, she couldn¡¯t help but feel a little frustrated. His Highness once told her that he wanted to make the Witch Union a self-governing organization and to appoint her as the director. However, she wasn¡¯t as nearly knowledgeable as His Highness, so she couldn¡¯t think of all the uses for her sisters¡¯ abilities as well as he could. After collecting her emotions, Wendy was about to say a few words of encouragement to Summer, when Scroll made a gesture towards her. The two witches stepped aside, and Wendy asked, ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°Were you planning on telling Summer that she could stay here if she didn¡¯t want to go home?¡± Scroll asked with a frown. ¡°Did you forget that witches need to be verified before joining the Witch Union?¡± Wendy obviously knew that witches needed to answer ten questions about their identity and background under the supervision of Nightingale before being accepted. ¡°But Summer probably didn¡¯t lie¡­ Her identification was made by Soraya, and her background matches up. Not to mention that she just awakened and is a non-combat type witch, so even the church won¡¯t be able to predict something like this.¡± ¡°Magic power isn¡¯t the only thing that can harm someone. A dagger or a pack of poison can have the same effect, if not better.¡± ¡°No, how could she possibly¡­¡± ¡°But you can¡¯t rule out this possibility.¡± Scroll interrupted. ¡°The City Hall is in charge of resident verification and won¡¯t inspect every household, so a sudden awakening is actually the best way of getting into the castle¡­¡± She paused. ¡°I know that this possibility is very small, but don¡¯t forget that we can¡¯t afford to lose His Highness Roland. Lady Tilly is also living in the witch building right now, so if something happens to her, the relationship between Border Town and Sleeping Island will completely splinter, and all of His Highness¡¯ work will be for nothing. It¡¯s too high of a risk.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Wendy was silent. She knew that Scroll¡¯s concerns were reasonable and weren¡¯t targeting Summer, but she still found them hard to accept. As the first witch to be awakened in the town under the rule of Roland, Summer was treated as a potential enemy spy, which was simply heartbreaking. After a long time, Wendy said, ¡°I understand. I¡¯ll send her back.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go with you.¡± Scroll sighed. ¡­ After they left the castle, Summer instantly became much more energetic and began holding Wendy¡¯s hand and asking about the witches and the lord. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Wendy asked after answering all her questions. ¡°Why are you so glad that you don¡¯t have to live in the castle?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ ¡± Summer gulped and lowered her head in embarrassment. ¡°I heard that the lord, or His Highness, is a very scary person and ravages all the women around him every day.¡± ¡°Pfft!¡± Wendy almost choked in shock. ¡°Where did you hear that from?¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t he Prince Roland of the Kingdom of Graycastle? I¡¯ve heard this many times in Eagle City, and there are even folk songs that say the Second Prince is conniving, Prince Roland is lecherous, and only Princess Garcia of Port of Clearwater is a good ruler,¡± whispered Summer. ¡°I see¡­¡± Scroll said with great interest. ¡°This¡¯s probably Garcia¡¯s way of promoting herself. It¡¯s quite unique.¡± ¡°Is he¡­ not that kind of person?¡± ¡°Of, of course not,¡± Wendy said, blushing. ¡°You¡¯ll soon learn that he¡¯s the lord who is worthy of the witches¡¯ trust!¡± They came to the residential area where Summer¡¯s family lived, walked up to a two-story house, and knocked on her door. Summer¡¯s mother answered the door. ¡°Mom, I¡¯m back!¡± shouted Summer excitedly. ¡°How did you¡­¡± She paused and stared at the two people behind her daughter with a panicked look. ¡°Did she do something wrong? Why don¡¯t you want her?¡± ¡°His Highness hasn¡¯t returned yet, so¡­¡± ¡°She can stay in the castle and wait for His Highness to return,¡± said Summer¡¯s mother impatiently. ¡°Summer is very obedient. She might be a little slow, but she¡¯ll do anything you ask her to do.¡± ¡°Ma¡¯am, the Witch Union isn¡¯t what you think it¡­¡± Wendy felt anger rushing into her heart, but Scroll interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. Scroll took out one gold royal and waved it in front of the woman. ¡°Your daughter is indeed a witch, so we¡¯ll sign the contract when His Highness returns. Here¡¯s your compensation for the first month.¡± ¡°Yes, yes.¡± The woman¡¯s attention immediately moved on the shiny coin. ¡°Thank you, my lady!¡± ¡°Remember, you¡¯re now taking care of her on behalf of His Highness. Understand?¡± ¡°Yes, my lady, I¡¯ll take good care of Summer.¡± ¡­ After they left the house, Wendy couldn¡¯t contain her anger anymore. ¡°How could you pay such a terrible woman? Even if you were paying in advance, you should have paid Summer.¡± ¡°Would Summer be able to keep the gold royal?¡± Scroll¡¯s answer shocked Wendy. ¡°If she can¡¯t keep it for herself, the money will eventually fall into her family¡¯s hands; if she can, she¡¯ll be completely alienated by her family. That¡¯s why I gave the money directly to her mother, so Summer won¡¯t have to carry this burden, and it might help to raise her status in her family. She has so much time ahead of her. If we can use the gold royal to buy a better life for her, then it¡¯s a good deal.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Wendy pondered for a while and said, ¡°You¡¯re right. I was too naive.¡± The consecutive setbacks greatly discouraged Wendy, and she began to think that she wasn¡¯t good enough to lead the Witch Union. ¡°However, no one cares about them more than you do,¡± said Scroll with a smile, as if she had read her thoughts. ¡°After being in the Witch Cooperation Association led by Cara, I realize that¡­ a trustworthy leader would care about her witches whole heartedly and always put their interests first, regardless of their abilities. That¡¯s exactly why you¡¯re irreplaceable.¡± Chapter 468 Chapter 468: The Return Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After two weeks, Roland was finally on his way home. After clearing out the four noble families and Black Street Rats with an iron hand, he could, for the time being, start the reform of Longsong Stronghold from scratch. Relief and resettlement measures were underway in an orderly fashion. Although the gold royals and provisions seized from the territories of the Maple Leaf, Wolf, and Wild Rose families weren¡¯t as abundant as the ones seized from Duke Ryan, they were still a shocking amount. That was why he could expand the relief program to the entire city unscrupulously, and successfully promote his policies during the porridge distribution. By the day of his departure, the Second Army had reached its target of recruiting 500 people, and the police department had newly added about 200 new members as well. Roland left half of his soldiers and Vader in Stronghold, so that they could not only manage defenses and maintain order, but could also train the new recruits into usable warriors. He knew the time for him to implement his policies was limited. If he failed to facilitate the direct communication between the people and the City Hall and did not establish his authority among the masses quickly enough, the ancient power would return to fill the current power gap. As the saying goes, there could be no construction without destruction. He had already completed the destruction, and now it was time to construct and boom Stronghold. Roland¡¯s source of confidence was Border Town, whose population had grown to over 30,000 people, more than half of which were receiving elementary education. This would equal to the size of two modern day middle schools, but it was a shocking number for this era. Furthermore, elementary education was not just about reading skills, but also included basic knowledge of science and politics, as well as a universal sense of patriotism. The increase in literacy rate would provide him with enough manpower for the revolution. Also, compared to ignorant and meek civilians, a sense of patriotism will enable them to burst out unimaginable power. The town¡¯s subjects were each small sparks that would one day set off a great fire in the entire land. As the sky dimmed, Roland saw the town looming against the darkness. ¡°Look¡­ what¡¯s that?¡± a member of the nobility shouted behind him. ¡°A¡­ bridge?¡± said another person, craning his neck. ¡°My goodness, it¡¯s way too long.¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible! How could such a long bridge be supported with only two pillars?¡± ¡°Wait¡­ it seems to be made of steel!¡± On the way back, apart from the witches, there were dozens of lower-level nobles on Roland¡¯s boat, who had not participated in the rebellion and therefore survived the cleanup. According to Roland¡¯s plan, those lower-level nobles would learn to hierarchically manage the City Hall. After the city construction was officially under way, they would return to Stronghold and help Petrov build the secondary City Hall to carry out and give him feedback on his orders. After the nobles lost their feudal privileges, they would all want to improve, and the only thing they could rely on was their own abilities. As the fleet passed the steel bridge, Roland heard the astonished gasps of the nobles behind him. Everyone held their breaths and stared as the steel bridge that stretched over the entire width of the river flitted over their heads. The prince couldn¡¯t help but laugh at these people, who had not stopped exclaiming since they boarded the boat. First, they were shocked that a boat made of stone could float on water, and then they were amazed by the spinning wheel and the puffing steam engine. ¡°It¡¯s a shame that the town¡¯s Three Supplies Project isn¡¯t completed,¡± he thought, ¡°otherwise their jaws would drop to the floor when they saw the power of light bulbs.¡± The boats slowly docked with a sharp whistle. Barov, Carter, and a group of City Hall officials had received the carrier pigeon and were waiting by the shore. When they saw Roland, they set off celebration cannons and welcomed him with a set of formalities fit for a king. Roland smiled and patted the two men¡¯s shoulders, and then he brought Barov over to the Stronghold nobles and introduced everyone to each other. ¡°You¡¯re in charge of these people¡¯s housing, lives, and education,¡± he said quietly to Barov. ¡°Don¡¯t mind their identities and titles, since they are barons at most. There¡¯re all kinds of people in the mines, and they all have to work to live an honest living. Train them like you would do to new graduates. I want to see the results as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± When Roland returned to the castle, all the witches who had heard about his return were waiting in the lobby. Before he could even feel the effects of the heating system on entering the door, a warm body leaped into his arms. He smelled the familiar scent of her hair and patted her head, smiling. ¡°I¡¯m back.¡± ¡°Uh-huh.¡± Anna raised her head, her blue eyes sparkling with joy. ¡°I¡¯ve been waiting for you for a long time.¡± ¡°Me too!¡± ¡°And me! Coo!¡± Soon, Roland felt an extra weight on each of his arms¡­ He didn¡¯t even have to look to know that it was Lightning and Maggie, because no one else would interrupt him and Anna. ¡°Hey, you two basically went along with him.¡± Mystery Moon complained. ¡°Yeah.¡± Lily scoffed. ¡°No shame!¡± ¡°I¡¯m just glad you¡¯re all back safe and sound,¡± said Wendy gently. ¡°We should celebrate tonight,¡± Scroll suggested. ¡°Yay! I want ice cream bread!¡± Andrea exclaimed. ¡°With Ashes¡¯ and Shavi¡¯s portions, I¡¯ll be feasting tonight!¡± The last to walk up to him was Tilly Wimbledon. She stuck out her hand and said casually, ¡°You¡¯ve had a long journey.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Roland smiled and grasped her extended hand. ¡­ After a hearty dinner, Roland returned to his office and sighed heavily. Although the castle of Stronghold was much bigger, this small place was much more comfortable. Just as he was about to sort out the books he brought over from Stronghold, Anna entered the room. ¡°You came just in time.¡± Roland pointed to the books piled on the rug. ¡°Look, these are my presents for you. They¡¯re mostly historical records and legendary tales, while others are secret stories of the Western Region, and they were all taken from Duke Ryan¡¯s library. Oh, right, this one is¡­¡± Before he could finish, he felt a pair of soft lips press onto his. They brought a sweet scent mixed with passion and warm moisture. ¡°I really missed you,¡± Anna pronounced each word with due stress after she disengaged from Roland, looking deeply into his eyes. As he stared back at her, Roland felt a sense of warmth swarming upon his heart. ¡°This book¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll read it later.¡± ¡°Good idea.¡± The two became entangled in a kiss. Chapter 469 Chapter 469: Don¡¯t Make Her Wait Forever Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The next day, Roland walked into his office humming and found that Wendy was already there waiting for him. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± He stepped over the messy pile of books on the floor and poured her a cup of tea. ¡°Congratulations, there¡¯s a new witch in Border Town.¡± She smiled and told him about everything that happened in the past few days. ¡°If you need, I can summon Summer to the castle anytime.¡± ¡°The first witch awakened in my territory¡­ She¡¯s also the first witch recruited after my public recruitment notice.¡± Roland¡¯s face was instantly lit up, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he asked curiously, ¡°Isn¡¯t she in the castle right now?¡± ¡°No, because Nightingale wasn¡¯t there to verify her identity.¡± Wendy repeated what Scroll insisted. ¡°We sent her home and paid the first month¡¯s salary in advance.¡± ¡°That wasn¡¯t a bad idea.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Tell her to come and sign the contract this afternoon.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord¡­¡± responded Wendy, who was obviously dying to say something else. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you angry about people¡¯s opinions towards you and the Witch Union? Also¡­¡± she paused for a while before saying through gritted teeth, ¡°Also, my ability might not be suitable for leading the Witch Union. Scroll is more experienced and mature than I am, so I think she should be in charge.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sure you also brought this up to Scroll?¡± asked Roland with great interest. ¡°And then she told you that you were the best candidate?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°I guess I was right¡­¡± He sighed. ¡°And I feel the same way. Administration techniques and methods can be learned through experience, but personality is much harder to change. Haven¡¯t you realized that the most loved member of the witches, besides Maggie, is you? Also, Scroll is mostly in charge of the education department and will only be busier in the future, so she won¡¯t have much time to communicate with the new witches, which happens to be your strength. You should give yourself more credit. I¡¯m an excellent judge of character.¡± Before Wendy could answer, the prince continued, ¡°As for the misconceptions that civilians have towards the Witch Union, I really have overlooked them. I never thought that this body¡­ no, my previous reputation would spread all over the kingdom.¡± He pondered for a while. ¡°I must fix this rumor as quickly as possible. On top of further advertisement, I also think it¡¯s best for the organization to run independently.¡± ¡°Run¡­ independently?¡± ¡°Yes, I want to turn it into a department, just like the City Hall.¡± Roland had considered this issue before. There were only around a dozen witches in the Union now, so he still could manage all of them. However, if it expanded to hundreds of members or were on a scale as big as the Holy City of Taquila with thousands of witches in it, he obviously couldn¡¯t handle them all alone. They needed to establish a governing system that could operate independently and assign witches to different positions, and he would only serve to give suggestions based on their abilities and evolution. After he explained his thoughts to her, Wendy said hesitantly, ¡°But there¡¯re hundreds of people in City Hall, while there¡¯re only about a dozen sisters, and they all have their own issues to tend to¡­ Also, how would this change the citizens¡¯ opinions toward us?¡± ¡°Rumors are like fear because they both come from the unknown. The town residents can accept witches because they personally experience the benefits that Nana and Lily bring,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°Allowing commoners to join the Witch Union will not only solve the issue of insufficient staff, but also help the people better understand this organization¡ªvoluntary promotion through the people themselves will definitely help improve the people¡¯s impression of witches, and your work and contributions to the town will be well-known by the public.¡± Just like how academies of sciences didn¡¯t just hire scientists, a great number of commoners were required for daily errands, administrative duties, and research organization. If he wanted the witches to be accepted by all the people, he would need them to understand each other better, so placing witches and commoners in each other¡¯s lines of work made sense. ¡°I see.¡± Wendy nodded. ¡°This is a pretty good idea. But how do we select these people?¡± ¡°Since you¡¯ll be operating independently, you¡¯ll also have to do your own recruiting and screening.¡± Roland stroked his chin. ¡°You can ask Countess Spear about this, because she should be pretty good at constructing an organization centered around witches. However, there¡¯re only a few members in the Witch Union, so you can start by hiring an assistant or staff member as practice. After the Months of Demons, I¡¯ll build a new building next to the City Hall, which you can use as the base for the Witch Union.¡± He didn¡¯t mention that since it was the Witch Union, they wouldn¡¯t only be in charge of the Witches in Western Region or Kingdom of Graycastle. If he could build the right infrastructure, the Union would be able to immediately cooperate with the witch organizations of all the kingdoms he absorbed. ¡°I got it.¡± Wendy inhaled deeply. ¡°If you have decided to give me this task, I¡¯ll try my best to carry it out.¡± ¡­ After Wendy left, Roland continued to organize the books from yesterday. Looking at the pages scattered all over the floor, he couldn¡¯t help thinking of last night¡¯s fiery and passionate kiss. Anna¡¯s fragrant hair, sparkling eyes, and soft body made him tingle with excitement. Although she once burned all of her clothes to the ground without any hesitation when she first met him, he had not been as tremulous as he was then. It was probably because she was still a helpless little girl back then, and now she was a strong and beautiful woman¡ªin only a year, she had changed so much. ¡°Maybe I should take the initiative and respond to her¡­¡± Roland¡¯s thoughts were interrupted when his hands touched someone else¡¯s finger, and he realized that Nightingale was handing a book to him. ¡°Let me help you.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Roland paused with a start. Last night, when Anna followed him into his office and embraced him, he didn¡¯t notice if Nightingale had also followed them into the room from the banquet. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I left immediately last night and didn¡¯t stick around to be the third wheel.¡± Nightingale rolled her eyes. ¡°I guessed that after having not seen you for a long time, she would throw herself at you¡ªshe never represses her emotions.¡± ¡°Is¡­ that so?¡± With Nightingale¡¯s help, the books were quickly organized and put on the shelves, filling up each vacancy. ¡°Alright¡­¡± Roland stuffed the last book into a remaining vacancy on the shelves. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°Alas. How long are you going to drag this on for? Don¡¯t make her wait forever¡­¡± Roland paused and turned around. Nightingale had already disappeared, but her final words still echoed in his ears. Although her voice was very low, he was certain about what he heard. ¡°¡­ and don¡¯t make me wait forever either.¡± Chapter 470 Chapter 470: The New Warship Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As Roland walked up to the path leading to the North Slope Mountain, Nightingale¡¯s remarks were still ringing in his ears. He was suddenly enlightened. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± he thought. ¡°I¡¯m no longer just a regular man who only interacts with blueprints all day, and this is no longer the world I used to live in. Now, I¡¯m a lord of a great territory, and I might become a king one day, so if my situation ever changes, I can¡¯t use my old approaches to hold myself back.¡± ¡°I just have to follow my heart,¡± he told himself. ¡°If I force anything because of some insignificant ¡®principles¡¯, it could only result in continuing to hurt Anna and Nightingale.¡± At this thought, Roland felt a weight had been lifted off his heart. He inhaled deeply and pushed open the backyard door. Opening the steel door was just like opening his heart and he instantly saw a whole new world. ¡°Oh¡­ Here comes His Highness!¡± Hummingbird and Lucia ran up to greet him. ¡°You¡¯re here.¡± Anna smiled sweetly. Roland saw a faint red mark on her pale neck and couldn¡¯t help but recall the passionate scene last night. However, since he already made his decision, he didn¡¯t mind waiting a little bit more. ¡°Have you completed the model?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Anna made a beckoning motion. When the two walked out of the yard, they saw a steel boat floating in the middle of a pond surrounded by snow. The steel boat was about one meter long and twenty centimeters wide, seeming much slimmer than those unwieldy concrete boats. The bow had a distinct thin point, its stern was flat, and the unique part of it was that the hull was covered with overlapping supporting bars as if it were pieced together with thousands of squares. ¡°This is exactly what I wanted,¡± Roland exclaimed. Compared to the concrete boats that were poured into steel molds, the pure steel boat had a unique delicateness, and the overlapping bars made it look like a work of art. He knew that every piece of this model was cut with Blackfire according to shrunken proportions, without a single junction missing. If this model were brought to the modern world, it would be worth tens of thousands yuan. ¡°Is this the new kind of boat you want to build?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°It¡¯s also the town¡¯s first regular warship.¡± Originally, Roland planned to use the concrete boats as shallow water gunboats, but he realized that if the steam engines didn¡¯t provide enough power, the concrete boats would be too slow. Even when only carrying fuel and crew, the fleet¡¯s average speed during the journey to Longsong Stronghold was only eight to nine kilometers per hour. If the boats also had to carry 152 millimeters Stronghold Cannon, gunpowder, and other weapons, their speed could drop to as low as five kilometers. This was equivalent to even less than three knots per hour. This was due to the big dead weight of concrete, which wasn¡¯t an issue in simple supply transport, but it was an undesirable feature in warships. If the town was still suffering from a lack of steel like it was two months ago, Roland would have to put up with this flaw. However, with the production of Star of Steel, the current amount of steel inventory was enough to build a true steel-clad warship. Roland chose the simplest technique of module assembly, which meant soldering pieces of steel boards together with beams to form a large hollow unit, and then connecting these units together to form the hull bottom. This piecing method eliminated the traditional need for a keel, and since the enemy did not have any cannons, he did not worry about defense mechanisms. The sides of the hull were made almost entirely of thin steel plates, thus minimizing the cost and dead weight. As for the propulsion, Roland decided to use the propeller technology instead of a paddle wheel. The power still came from a steam engine that turned the two propellers by rotating gears. In the blueprint he gave Anna, he also left room for it to be remodeled as a triple-expansion steam engine since he planned to invent a new type of steam engine more suited for boats when he began mass-producing the steel boats. When they returned to the backyard, Anna began to cut the first steel plate. The Blackfire in her hand acted like a precise ruler that instantly sliced a thick steel block into seven thin plates, each exactly five millimeters thick. Next came the soldering. Hummingbird reduced the weights of the steel beams and placed them between two plates, and Anna¡¯s Blackfire turned into an extremely thin and hot line and sewed the three components together like thread. This was completely different from her original soldering technique, because her Blackfire heated the steel from the inside, allowing the liquid steel to completely fill all crevices. After the three were completely combined, the beam was lowered by about a millimeter, which meant that its bottom had completely filled the space between the two plates. A cross made by steel beams could connect four plates, and more crosses could form a hollow box unit. These units were lightened by Hummingbird and transported to the Redwater River, where they were assembled together at the dock. Meanwhile, Roland¡¯s eyes never left Anna¡¯s busy figure. Her flaxen hair swayed with her cutting motions like a spirit dancing in the pure white snow. ¡­ In the afternoon, Roland met Summer, the newly awakened witch. Since she was in his office, it meant that she had passed Nightingale¡¯s verification. Wendy had already clearly recorded her ability, so Roland need not perform any more tests but immediately placed the contract in front of her. Summer held the pen awkwardly for a while before saying with a red face, ¡°I¡­ can¡¯t write.¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°You can also sign with your fingerprint.¡± She carefully pressed her inked thumb onto the parchment. ¡°Is that all?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Roland rolled up the contract. ¡°Wendy has told me every detail about your situation, so even though you signed the contract, you don¡¯t have to live in the castle. You only need to come here every day to practice and attend classes. Has Wendy told you about the characteristics of magic power?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± As soon as she learned that she did not need to live in the castle, Summer became much more relaxed. ¡°Lady Wendy said that if I don¡¯t release the magic power that¡¯s accumulating every day, I¡¯ll be in great danger on my Day of Awakening.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, so you have to practice well. I know she¡¯ll continue to teach you how to precisely control magic power and its connection with your ability.¡± Roland didn¡¯t correct her honorifics because he thought it would be best for a beginner to have some awe. ¡°If there¡¯s anything you don¡¯t understand, you can ask any member of the Witch Union.¡± ¡°I understand, Your Highness,¡± she said with her head lowered. ¡°But¡­ do you think this ability is completely useless? I asked Lady Wendy about this, and she said only Your Highness would have the answer.¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°You have the ability of a detective, so you¡¯ll be very helpful in fighting crimes.¡± ¡°Detective?¡± Summer looked confused. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Soon you¡¯ll understand.¡± He summoned Nightingale from her Mist. ¡°From now on, this witch will be your supervisor.¡± Chapter 471 Chapter 471: A Reunion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It was evening. Ferlin Eltek was in his study looking over the newly issued textbooks when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the main door. ¡°Dear, I¡¯m busy toasting bread. Why don¡¯t you get the door?¡± Irene shouted from the kitchen. ¡°It could be Miss May.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± He closed the book, walked to the front door in the living room, and unlocked the latch. The person standing outside caught him completely by surprise. ¡°Father! What brings you here?¡± Ferlin exclaimed. ¡°I followed His Highness here,¡± the old knight said while brushing off the snow on his shoulders. ¡°In fact, I arrived in Border Town yesterday. Though I told them that my son is living here, they still arranged a house for me in a residential area near the castle.¡± ¡°Come in. It¡¯s cold outside.¡± Ferlin hastily moved out of the way. ¡°Yes.¡± The knight seemed surprised as he stepped into the house. ¡°You have¡­ central heating in here?¡± ¡°You know central heating?¡± ¡°I only found out about it today. The last time I was here, I¡¯d already felt that the city was inexplicably warm. I¡¯d thought that the heating equipment mentioned by His Highness was a new type of fireplace. When I visited the City Hall this time, I discovered that it could be equally warm indoors without fire. Only then did I realize that it made use of steam to produce heat.¡± He took off his coat and hung it on the stand next to the door. ¡°Wait¡­ I recall that the last time we went together to the City Hall, you weren¡¯t sure what it was as well.¡± ¡°I only understood after reading a City Hall bulletin.¡± Ferlin poured a cup of tea for his father. ¡°Before they do anything, they would always spend some time to explain it to the citizens. The bulletin area in the square is now even more popular than the Convenience Market.¡± ¡°Does it mean that, within two months, His Highness was able to install the device in the homes of ordinary citizens?¡± The knight said approvingly. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it have cost thousands of gold royals?¡± ¡°Our residential area was among the first to be installed with it. The western and northern zones are still in the process of ditching. It¡¯s said that water and heating supply are part of the Three Supplies Project. When the construction is completed, we¡¯ll be able to do things at night as we do in the day.¡± ¡°Nights like days?¡± The knight¡¯s eyebrows were raised. ¡°Does it mean more candles or oil lamps?¡± ¡°Neither. The City Hall officials claim that electricity will be delivered to every home.¡± ¡°Electricity?¡± The old man was stupefied. ¡°I also think that it¡¯s beyond reason, but that¡¯s what His Highness¡¯ propaganda states.¡± Ferlin agreed with his father. ¡°With electricity, nights will be as bright as days.¡± Curiously, the news sounded utterly absurd when he had heard it, but deep down in his heart, he had a feeling that since it was His Highness¡¯ words, it was not completely impossible. After all, Roland was always creating new miracles. ¡°Good evening, Knight Eltek¡­¡± Just then, Irene scurried out of the kitchen, and in her hurry, she almost dropped the plate of half-baked bread she was carrying while bowing. The old knight laughed gently at the sight. ¡°Hello, Miss Irene. Don¡¯t panic. I¡¯m not yet hungry.¡± Ferlin saw his wife¡¯s cheeks begin to blush. ¡°Ahem.¡± He cleared his throat before adding, ¡°There¡¯ll be just two more dishes today. Take it easy, the night is still young.¡± ¡­ The small family had an enjoyable dinner together. Irene was finally able to recover from her initial panic, and after the three of them chatted for a while, she began to clear up the utensils. Meanwhile, Ferlin¡¯s father beckoned him into the study. Ferlin could sense that his father had something important to say. Just as he expected, when the old knight sat down at the study desk, he calmly asked, ¡°Do you know what has happened in Longsong Stronghold over the past few days?¡± ¡°I know a little¡­¡± Ferlin tried to phrase his words tactfully. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that there has been a rebellion by the four families. His Highness left Border Town to suppress it. It was publicized on the bulletin board.¡± ¡°The City Hall even mentioned this?¡± The old knight was astonished for a brief moment before he explained the whole matter to Ferlin. ¡°Though I sent someone to inform His Highness, I didn¡¯t expect him to arrive so quickly. The result was guessable. The four families were no match for His Highness¡¯ troops. The Maple Leaf, Wolf and Wild Rose families were completely crushed, leaving only the Elk Family in a critical state. Our family was nearly implicated in the event.¡± ¡°What?¡± Ferlin was greatly surprised. ¡°Father, you¡­¡± ¡°Of course it wasn¡¯t me.¡± The knight sighed. ¡°I¡¯m already so old and don¡¯t wish to participate in such risky affairs, but your brother¡¯s different. He¡¯s eager to exceed your achievement and prove his qualities as the heir. Regrettably, he took the wrong stand.¡± ¡°Are you saying that Miso participated in the rebellion?¡± Ferlin¡¯s face sunk. His father nodded. ¡°After the rebellion collapsed, he was captured by His Highness¡¯ soldiers. On the day of judgment, I went to the square to see him for the last time.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Ferlin closed his eyes. He thought of how, after he had become a superstar knight, his brother constantly tried to make life difficult for him. Yet, Miso was his younger brother after all, and thus it was saddening to see him come to such a tragic end. ¡°Because he had no blood on his hands and surrendered compliantly, he was sentenced to 10 years of labor. He should be in the North Slope Mine now.¡± The latter part of his father¡¯s words made Ferlin regain his spirits. ¡°10 years of labor? I thought you meant that he was¡­¡± ¡°Executed?¡± The knight shook his head in disagreement. ¡°When I said I saw him for the last time, I meant the last time he was a member of the family. From that moment, he was no longer a part of the Eltek Family.¡± ¡°You¡­ severed ties with him.¡± ¡°Correct.¡± The knight inhaled a deep breath. ¡°I¡¯d warned him long ago, but he never took my words to heart. Someone who fools around with the family¡¯s future and risks the fate of every family member is definitely not suitable to be the successor.¡± Even though he spoke assertively, his facial expression betrayed his sadness, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened. ¡°Now, I only have you as my child.¡± ¡°Father¡­¡± Ferlin felt his eye sockets tingling, and he involuntarily held his father¡¯s hands. ¡°I¡¯ve never begged in my life. But this time, I hope that you¡¯ll succeed the Eltek Family. I have a premonition that it¡¯ll prosper again in your hands.¡± The old knight said slowly. ¡°I¡¯d agreed to follow His Highness here also in order to occupy a good position in the upcoming reforms.¡± ¡°But positions can¡¯t be inherited, Father¡­ the Knight¡¯s position will also become an honorary title.¡± ¡°I know, but you¡¯ve ignored the benefits of connections and experience. His Highness has stated that the positions will be given out based on merit and outstanding ability. With the experiences and relationships that your predecessors have built up, your chances of getting a good position are far greater than that of the average person.¡± He patted the back of his son¡¯s hands. ¡°Even if you still wish to become a teacher, I shan¡¯t stand in your way, as long as you continue the family name.¡± Ferlin remained silent for a long before he finally nodded and said, ¡°I understand, father. I promise you.¡± ¡°If that¡¯s the case, I can rest assured.¡± Knight Eltek seemed greatly relieved. ¡°By the way, if you have the choice, which department do you wish to work in?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± ¡°How about the Second Army? I¡¯ve heard Chief Commander, Iron Axe, say that apart from the battlefield soldiers, the army also wants to form a strategy department. This plan will be tested out in the Second Army first.¡± The old knight fixed his gaze on his son. ¡°Actually, I know that your current job isn¡¯t your favorite line of work. If you were truly happy with reading books all day, you wouldn¡¯t have chosen to be a knight in the first place.¡± His eyes seemed to pierce insightfully into Ferlin¡¯s heart. ¡°You¡¯re still the Morning Light that I know, my child.¡± Chapter 472 Chapter 472: A Pledge of Love Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Garments, shoes, mugs, spoons and forks.¡± May checked off each item by counting with her fingers. ¡°Is there anything else I should take with me?¡± The floor was littered with an assortment of household supplies, everything from a water kettle to a wooden bowl. ¡°The bedding is the most important,¡± Irene thought and then said, ¡°you¡¯d better take a set of the pillow, sheets, and blanket.¡± Hearing these words, Rosia and Gait both burst out in a fit of giggles, but they were soon silenced, however, when May shot them a cold glance. ¡°The bedding isn¡¯t necessary. Carter says he¡¯ll buy a new set from the marketplace. It¡¯s rumored they once belonged to the four families and were dug up from their mansion¡¯s basements.¡± ¡°Wow, then they must be made of fine silk,¡± Irene commented enviously. ¡°I¡¯ve heard there¡¯s a tailor in King¡¯s City retailing fabric and garments made of pure silk. It¡¯s unfortunate that only great nobles and wealthy merchants can afford them.¡± If they came from the four families, they must be just as good.¡± ¡°Yes, pretty much,¡± May replied nonchalantly. ¡°I remember he said one set was worth five gold royals.¡± ¡°Wow¡­ ¡°The three girls gasped in surprise. ¡°Five, five gold royals! God Almighty!¡± Rosia smacked her lips. ¡°It would take me nearly two years to make that much money.¡± ¡°How can you compare to the Star of the Western Region?¡± Gait said derisively while tapping her on the head. ¡°Miss May is a celebrity who has performed in King¡¯s City! As for His Excellency Carter, he¡¯s Chief Knight of His Highness. You can¡¯t compete with either of them!¡± ¡°That¡¯s really awesome, May,¡± Irene said, looking at May with her radiant eyes. ¡°I envy you so much.¡± May knew only Irene felt genuinely happy for her, and her sincerity was why Morning Light was attracted to her in the first place. May also wondered how a girl like Irene, who grew up in the theater, was impervious to worldly temptations and desires all the while retaining the innocence and kindness of childhood. Although she had put her past romance out of her mind, May was still delighted to see Irene was a little envious of her. ¡°When you rise to fame, you can buy a set for yourself¡­ You¡¯ll be paid several gold royals for starring in King¡¯s City just once, not to mention the tips you¡¯ll get from the nobles after the show.¡± ¡°But how long will it take me to become as good as you?¡± Irene asked in frustration, mouth pulled tight. ¡°Looks like you¡¯re pretty busy here. Are you rehearsing?¡± Right then the door was swung open abruptly. A good-looking young man poked his head in and asked, ¡°Am I interrupting?¡± ¡°His, His Excellency Carter!¡± Gait and Rosia immediately bowed. ¡°Good morning, Mr. Knight.¡± Irene turned to smile at him. ¡°We¡¯re discussing what May should take to your place and we were just talking about you.¡± ¡°Really? What did you say about me?¡± Carter asked curiously, scratching the back of his head. ¡°Nothing!¡± May stared at him and thought silently that he always appeared to be the perfect gentleman when his mouth was shut, but the illusion was shattered once he started talking. ¡°Why did you come here today? Today isn¡¯t your day off, is it?¡± ¡°Um¡­ don¡¯t worry. His Highness gave me some time off today. So¡­ I brought you a gift.¡± ¡°A gift?¡± May glanced about the room. Gait soon took the hint and said, ¡°Oh, Miss May. I just remembered that I¡¯ve got something to take care of. Feel free to let me know when you¡¯ve finished packing.¡± ¡°Me too. I have to do the laundry. It¡¯s been there for a few days now.¡± Rosia also took her leave with a bow and pulled Irene away with her as she walked out of the room. ¡°Huh? I don¡¯t need to do anything. Hang on¡­ I want to see May¡¯s gift too¡­¡± When the girl¡¯s voice gradually faded away, May sighed in relief and bolted the door. She turned to Chief Knight and asked, ¡°So, what¡¯s the gift? I hope it¡¯s not a new invention of His Highness¡¯ again.¡± Carter glanced around before breaking the silence. ¡°Your father¡­ ¡± ¡°He¡¯s busy. Do you think everyone has ¡®free time¡¯ like you?¡± May snapped impatiently. She had thought it would take a while for her father to become familiarized with the new surroundings after he moved from Stronghold to Border Town. However, to her surprise, he had found a clerical job at the City Hall in only one week, and there was nothing she could do about it. Now he was a regular employee at the Ministry of Construction. ¡°I¡¯m busy, too.¡± Carter threw up his hands in defense. ¡°His Highness transferred one of the most efficient employees from the Ministry of Justice to Longsong Stronghold. Now I have to deal with all sorts of tasks. On top of interrogating spies and verifying the status of the residents, I also need to hunt for criminals at large. I don¡¯t even have time for meals these days. You have no idea how fierce these criminals are. Unlike any of the locals in Western Region, these guys are gangsters, initially hiding among refugees. Now, as things have gotten a little better, they¡¯ve started to make trouble. But don¡¯t worry, they only stir up on the outskirts of town where the temporary camps are to the west and they won¡¯t get into the inner city easily. And, I¡¯ll catch any of them when they¡¯re found messing around.¡± Seeing Carter describe the matter so passionately, May broke into laughter. ¡°Alright, I got it. So, Mr. Knight, as you¡¯re so devoted to the peace and order of the town, would you like to have lunch and a few drinks here before heading back to your business?¡± ¡°I¡¯d love to, but I¡¯m afraid my break is almost over.¡± Carter put down the parcel in his hand. ¡°Try this on to see if it fits. I asked His Highness to design it.¡± ¡°His Highness?¡± May was a little surprised. ¡°Yes. When I told His Highness about our wedding date, he mentioned a type of gown specifically worn for weddings. The only thing is that it takes a lot of effort to make one. I begged His Highness for quite a while, and even bribed Miss Soraya with ice cream bread before I finally got this dress.¡± When May unfolded the fabric, she saw a snowy dress in the parcel. May¡¯s heart stopped beating for a moment when the knight spread out the garment. It was a simple gown with elaborate and sophisticated details. The dress was simple in the sense that it was not ornamented with any jewels, nor was it hemmed with a gilding of gold. Instead, it was purely layered with white muslins. However, the cut of the dress was rather showy. It was tightened with a girdle and flared out into a contrasting, voluminous skirt below the waistline. The skirt rippled like waves, perfectly showcasing the ingenious handicraft embedded in its design. She knew any girl, whether noble or peasant, would be fascinated by and obsessed with a gown like this just at the sight of it. May gently caressed the snowy white gown that weighed almost nothing and retired to her bedroom to put it on. When she was back in the living room, Carter¡¯s jaw dropped, struck by the breathtaking beauty he saw. ¡°God, you are¡­ stunning.¡± ¡°Really?¡± A rare, vivid blush rose to her cheeks. She could imagine what she now looked like without even looking into a mirror. Chief Knight¡¯s gaping expression had already told her everything. May went up to Carter and gently pressed her lips to his cheek. ¡°Thank you for your gift. I really love it.¡± The knight flung his arms around her in response. Watching Carter¡¯s face slowly approaching hers, May closed her eyes. ¡°It doesn¡¯t sound too bad to be called May Lannis,¡± she thought. Chapter 473 Chapter 473: The Third Step of City Construction Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After two weeks¡¯ learning and exploration, Barov, the governor of the City Hall, held the first municipal plenary session in the castle hall at the end of the first month in spring of the new year at His Highness¡¯ request. Aside from the directors of all the departments, some of the nobles in Stronghold were also invited to the session, bringing the total number of the attendees to 65. Barov knew the learning process itself was also an evaluation. After working as a City Hall governor for a year, he could now easily distinguish capable nobles from useless dandies and idlers. It was why half of the nobles had already failed the assessment. As His Highness described, he had offered these petty nobles an opportunity to ¡°catch the express train¡±, but the reality was ruthless. People who were unable to keep pace with changes would be naturally obsolete as time went by. Barov shared the same thoughts. Whether His Highness was a demon or a god, it did not change the fact that his territory had manifested an atmosphere entirely different from those in other kingdoms. If this was a new era, he would be happy to dive into it with the prince. The main topic of the discussion for today¡¯s meeting was the final vote on the unification act which would be enacted after the city construction. He would also need to inform the nobles in Stronghold of the act¡¯s contents. Barov had prepared for this moment for a long time, and now it was finally the time to uncover the details. Everyone was given a thin hardcover book with gilded letters on its cover, which read Basic Laws of the Kingdom. It contained some core subjects of law drafted and edited by His Highness himself. He could tell just by its name that His Highness had big ambition, and he also believed the prince had the capacity to make towns beyond the Western Region flourish. ¡°Let¡¯s get started.¡± Roland, who seated himself at the end of the long table, instructed with a nod. ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Barov cleared his throat and ventured. ¡°Perhaps all of you have heard that we¡¯re going to build a city in the Western Region. The book in front of you is the unification act to be enacted in His Highness¡¯ territory once the construction of the city is completed. Feel free to read it through by yourself, or you can listen to my presentation. If you have any questions or concerns, interrupt me anytime, His Highness will answer them.¡± A slight rustle of pages swept over the hall. Barov flipped over the cover, revealing the first page of the book made of fine parchment. ¡°The first thing you see now is the outline of the contents, which contains the structure and institution of the new territory¡­¡± ¡°Article One: Roland Wimbledon shall reserve all the rights with respect to the territories under his jurisdiction.¡± ¡°Article Two: The City Hall is the highest authority of the territory, administering all the matters concerning the territory under the supervision of Roland Wimbledon.¡± ¡°Article Three: Every person, upon entry to the territory, shall have the right to gain the status of citizenship through multiple channels. The City Hall has the obligation to guarantee the provision of at least three such channels to the public.¡± ¡°Article Four: Every individual, upon gaining the status of citizenship, shall not be discriminated based on gender or their former status, namely freeman, farmhand, servant, and slave. Every citizen of the territory has the right to the equal protection and equal benefit of the law, and has the legal obligations to pay taxes, defend the territory and serve in the military.¡± ¡°Article Five: Every noble shall be treated equally as a regular citizen and shall no longer be privileged based on his/her title. Titles shall be honorary without granting the subject noble executive power, and they shall be conferred by inheritance in accordance with the law.¡± ¡°Article Six: Every citizen has the right to seek protection of life, security and personal properties from Roland Wimbledon.¡± ¡°Article Seven: Every citizen has the right to education, liberty of work and marriage.¡± ¡°Article Eight: Commercial interactions and free trade are encouraged in the territory, provided that such activities are carried out in accordance with the law.¡± ¡°Article Nine¡­¡± Barov ran his fingers through the pages while explaining the articles one by one. Few codes drafted by the nobles concerned civilians. Even freemen in the city were viewed as subjects of exploitation by great nobles. It was indeed a rare thing that the laws made by His Highness involved so many rights and protections of civilians. The prince probably believed they could only win the Battle of Doomsday with the help of people¡¯s power. Barov didn¡¯t care who His Highness relied on. To him, nobles and civilians were the same. He only cared about trying his best to complete His Highness¡¯ tasks and keeping a firm grip on power. In King¡¯s City, he had been transferred from the Astrology Association to the Ministry of Finance, serving as an assistant to Treasurer. He had thought he would soon stand on the highest level of authority in the Kingdom of Graycastle, only to realize a decade of waiting had turned his ambition into a desolate, hopeless dream. He had obeyed King Wimbledon III¡¯s order to accompany Prince Roland to Border Town due to a faint and tenuous promise made to the past king, and also due to his morbid disappointment brooding for years. Yet, he had never expected his long-awaited dream would somehow come true in another way. Barov had not seen a real demon, but he knew well the strength and power of the armored knights. If His Highness could defeat the knights at a single blow, he could certainly sweep away all his obstacles in the Kingdom. Eventually, the prince would ascend to the throne and become the reigning sovereign of the state, and he would be the Hand of the King. If the Treasurer was still alive by then, what a bitter countenance would he show to Barov? ¡­ As most of the contents in the outline had been read out to subjects in plain language before, none of the directors were surprised. However, when he read the part that stipulated the prohibition of human trafficking and the abolishment of slavery, the nobles began murmuring. All the other articles were passed unilaterally. No one questioned the article on the reform of the noble. These petty nobles had not benefited much from their territories since most of their lands were in deserted areas, so they did not care much about the so-called feudal power and legislative power. Besides, after two weeks of study, many of them had planned to sell the territories to the City Hall and use the proceeds to start a new business, such as a machinery factory and a chemical plant. The conference started in the morning and did not stop until the afternoon. Everybody was focused on the presentation. When it was time for lunch, the servants placed the food on the table to let the attendees eat while reading. Barov had a lot of water. Although he had a sore throat, he was happy to explain every detail of the articles to the people present. Finally, they entered the last topic of discussion, which was the only article in the Basic Laws of the Kingdom that required everybody¡¯s opinions. It was the flag and the name of the new city. The conference hall was soon filled with a buzz of debate. Barov asked everybody to come up with a name and an ideal design for the flag. The attendees would have to place their work on the table and pick the best one. After several rounds of voting, the flag and the name of the new city were nailed. The design of the flag was based on the emblem of the royal family of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Its basic pattern was a gun and a tower, above which was a big pentagram with three smaller ones below. The big pentagram represented Lord Roland Wimbledon, while the smaller ones each represented the City Hall, the Army, and the Witch Union. As for the city name, they picked ¡°City of Neverwinter¡±. Chapter 474 Chapter 474: The Killing Machine Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two days after the enlarged meeting, Iron Axe was ordered to test new weapons again. Since the northwest side was vulnerable to the attacks of demonic beasts, the new shooting range was set on the other side of the Redwater River. When Iron Axe got there, the prince¡¯s guards had already surrounded the place with hemp ropes and red flags, and set a checkpoint at either end of the steel bridge. Unauthorized personnel were not allowed in that area. Obviously, His Highness took the test on new weapons seriously. Iron Axe walked quickly in the uneven snow, and every guard he met gave him a friendly glance. Seeing this, he could not help but remember his first time participating in a test of flintlocks. Back then, he was a nobody, and the people of the Kingdom of Graycastle were vigilant and suspicious of him because he was from the Sand Nation. He had lived in the town for five years by then, but only had built up relations with huntsmen living near him because of his expertise in archery, and no one knew him beyond the Old District. At the time, he believed that he would live in seclusion in this desolate town as a hunter until he died of old age, or got killed by demonic beasts or prey. He didn¡¯t expect that His Highness would hand-pick him and show him the power of fire and thunder. Then, fast changes began to happen. He fought against demonic beasts in the Militia, which was then turned into Border Town¡¯s First Army. He was promoted rapidly from Head of the Hunter Squad to Commander of the First Army. To his great surprise, and to make up for his greatest regret of his life, he had met the heiress of the Osha clan, Lady Drow Silvermoon, again in the town because of His Highness¡¯ open attitude towards witches. Due to this trust, recognition, and improvement of his fate, he swore allegiance to his new lord deep within his heart. In the middle of the shooting range, Iron Axe saw His Highness Roland, Chief Knight, and unexpectedly, several Sleeping Island witches. ¡°Your Highness, Iron Axe reporting to you!¡± He walked forward and saluted the prince. The prince nodded and said, ¡°Everyone¡¯s here. Let¡¯s get started.¡± He gave two long guns to Iron Axe and Carter. ¡°It¡¯s one of my newly developed weapons, still in the prototype stage. The numbers are limited, so take turns trying them, please.¡± Iron Axe carefully studied the gun in his hand. It looked similar to a revolving rifle except that it had no cartridge. This made him wonder if its bullets had to be reloaded through the muzzle like the oldest flintlocks. ¡°It¡¯s called a bolt rifle,¡± His Highness quickly explained. ¡°It uses the newest smokeless gunpowder. The caliber is 8 mm, smaller than the 12 mm of a revolving rifle, but it¡¯s more powerful.¡± He turned the gun over to give a demonstration. ¡°The ammunition is inserted from the front of the trigger, and each clip can be embedded with five bullets. However, it cannot fire continuously like a revolving rifle, so you need to reload it after ejecting all the bullets.¡± Soon after the prince¡¯s demonstration, Iron Axe understood how to operate the new rifle and shot a clip of bullets. The kickback of the rifle was quite strong. Every time the gun was discharged, he felt a heavy kick on his shoulder from the butt, and it was much louder than a revolver. Five bullets shot out of an old gun would usually cause thick smoke that blocked his sight, but now there was no smoke in front of the muzzle, which might be due to the ¡°smokeless gunpowder¡± that His Highness had just mentioned. Apart from that, there was nothing special about this new bolt rifle. Iron Axe thought there was a substantial improvement from the flintlock to the revolver, but the bolt rifle seemed to have no improvement and even wasn¡¯t as good as a revolver. Its most obvious shortcoming was the low rate of fire. He could fire continuously while standing with a revolving rifle, but it was inconvenient to do so with the bolt rifle, since he had to reload the gun by hand and then raise it back up to aim at the target again after each shot. Though this process took much less time than a flintflock, it wasn¡¯t effective in suppressing the enemy in a short time. For example, it was obviously less practical than a revolver in battles¡ªlike the ones against the noble rebels in Longsong Stronghold with close combat in the streets or indoors. Iron Axe told Roland his honest opinion, and Carter voiced a similar view. The prince nodded and said, ¡°Yes, it¡¯s not as convenient as a revolver, but it also has a great advantage. Andrea, come here and show them.¡± He gave the rifle to the witch and said, ¡°Remember to shoot using your ability.¡± ¡°Uh-huh.¡± The blonde witch picked up the gun and skillfully reloaded it. They could tell that this was not her first time operating this new weapon. ¡°Now, watch me!¡± With three deafening shots, Iron Axe was shocked to see the three farthest wooden targets fall down in turn. Her bullets shot the targets that looked as small as fingernails at the distance, on their thin sticks below the target boards. They were standing at least 400 meters away! ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s¡­¡± Carter stuttered in disbelief. ¡°Andrea¡¯s derivative ability enables her to accurately hit the target with a gun or a bow,¡± the prince explained with a smile, ¡°but her ability works on neither bullets nor arrows. It only gives her proficiency for using weapons. For example, she¡¯ll hit a target ten meters away if she throws a stone at it, but if she throws a bird at it, her ability just won¡¯t work.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ ordinary people can also achieve that kind of proficiency through training?¡± ¡°Exactly. The greatest merit of this bolt rifle is its greatly improved shooting range and accuracy. Unlike the guns before, there¡¯s no gap between the barrel and the cartridge, so there¡¯s no air leak in this new rifle,¡± Roland nodded and answered. ¡°With a telescopic sight on it, any ordinary soldier can use it to precisely shoot down enemies around 400 to 500 meters away, while a revolver can only shoot accurately within 100 meters.¡± Iron Axe instantly realized why this weapon was so deadly. Most people would never be on guard against attacks from this long distance. If the shooter hid himself inside a residential area or at a higher point, he could easily kill his target. And if the shooter was Lady Nightingale, nobody could survive bullets coming from an invisible source. ¡°Your Highness, you agreed to give me one when it¡¯s put into mass production.¡± Andrea reminded Roland, covering her mouth. ¡°Of course,¡± Roland said and put the two rifles away. He walked to the other side and removed a cloth covering something. ¡°In fact, bolt rifles are just the beginning. This one is the focus of today¡¯s test.¡± Iron Axe took to the newly unveiled weapon as soon as he saw it. Different from rifles made of steel and wood, this new, black gun seemed to be made of pure metal. It was also bigger than all the other guns. Including the tripod beneath it, it was about half of his height. Its long barrel was half as thick as his wrist. Connected to the big gun, a long, thin piece of cloth carried shining bullets. It was obviously nothing like the guns before in both design and size. Chapter 475 Chapter 475: The Light Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°This is a heavy machine gun. It uses the same bullets as a bolt rifle. You can pull a bullet out of this pouch and shoot it from the new rifle,¡± the prince said and patted the big machine gun. ¡°Its mechanism is far more complicated than a rifle, so I won¡¯t bother giving you all the unnecessary details. I named it Mark I type HMG. I¡¯ll show you how to use it.¡± He sat behind the firearm and pulled the trigger. What happened next was hard for Iron Axe to comprehend. All of a sudden, flames shot out of the muzzle, and the strong airflow caused by the gunfire shot the fluffy snow into the air. The strip of bullets seemed to be constantly pulled into the gun. Simultaneously, hot, empty bullet shells were rapidly ejected from the other side one by one. Several dozen shells fell to the ground in just a second. This machine gun sounded fiercer than a whole team of riflemen in the Flintlock Squad. No pause could be heard between the gunshots. The prince aimed at the ground in front of him instead of the distant targets and shot continuously into the snow. Before the snow in one place could fall back to the ground, the snow in another place was propelled upward, making the snowy ground look like the surface of boiling water. The hail of bullets formed a web of death and anyone attempting to break through it would be riddled with bullets. ¡°It¡¯s, it¡¯s amazing,¡± Chief Knight murmured. Carter was not the only one who was astonished. Iron Axe glanced around and saw that all the witches were dumbfounded, and only Lady Nightingale, who always stayed beside Roland, seemed quite calm. Ashes, the black-haired witch carrying a giant sword, showed a mixture of shock, confusion, and frustration. Iron Axe could not help but feel the same way. He had become Chief Bodyguard of the Osha Clan because of his proficiency in knife work and archery, skills he had honed with regular practices since childhood. Like him, the most powerful warriors with outstanding talent were popular among clan leaders in the Southernmost Region. However, even the quickest and strongest fighter in the world could never escape these bullets that moved faster than sight. Astoundingly, the Mark I didn¡¯t even have the flaw of requiring a pause to reload bullets. If the First Army was equipped with 20 heavy machine guns, the enemy¡¯s fighting skills acquired from more than ten years of hard work would become a joke. A fighter would naturally find it hard to accept the fact. Fortunately, he found a new path. ******************* Leaf moved rapidly through the heavy undergrowth of plants to drive the demonic beasts that had intruded into the Misty Forest towards the city wall. Now, she could control an area almost as large as the town. The trees and foliage in the area were like her eyes and limbs. They could grow according to her will and form a defense line against enemies, but His Highness kept telling her to inform the army whenever she found any demonic beasts or demons instead of directly fighting against them, especially demons. If demons sensed her existence and destroyed the whole forest, it would be a significant loss, as the town now counted on her to provide early warnings, and a forest that could be adjusted on demand was a great asset. Leaf reclaimed an empty lot near the town and planned to grow ¡°Golden Ones¡± wheat on it as soon as the Months of Demons ended. This time, with the Heart of Forest to provide her with magic power, the seeds of the wheat would grow continuously and produce enough seeds for all the farmers in the Western Region. Suddenly, she sensed a group of demonic wolf hybrids approaching from the edge of the forest. Leaf immediately turned to look at these invaders and saw eight strong demonic beasts fleeing into the deep forest. As she was about to send out a carrier pigeon to inform the First Army and meanwhile drive them to the city wall, she felt something strange. They did not look as ferocious as usual. Instead, they seemed to be driven by something. Even her branches and vines could not stop them now. Could it be demons returning? Leaf frowned, and as she was about to widen her range of sight, she felt a hint of warmth on her head. She promptly looked up and saw golden rays of light peep out from several cracks in the cloudy sky, shining down on the snowy white land of the Western Region. ******************* ¡°How do I deal with this one here?¡± Tilly pointed at an equation in a book. ¡°Well¡­ you put in equation four to create a new equation, and then you¡¯ll derive it to get the one in the book.¡± Anna quickly wrote down the derivation process on a piece of scrap paper. ¡°That¡¯s it.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Tilly clapped her hands and said, ¡°If you put this variable in, the result should be close to 1.¡± ¡°Impressive! You can calculate the result in your mind,¡± Anna gasped with admiration. ¡°That¡¯s just because of my ability. You¡¯re the amazing one. You can learn everything in the prince¡¯s new books so quickly,¡± said Princess Tilly with a smile. Anna gave her a soft smile. Only the mention of Roland Wimbledon could bring a smile like that to her face. Every time Tilly saw that smile, she could not help but think that it was impossible for a simple, honest girl like Anna to like a wicked man. ¡°Roland must be different now,¡± she presumed, regardless of whether he was the real Prince Roland or not. Actually, Tilly herself felt that the new Roland was totally different from all the nobles in this world as if he were from another world. However, at the same time, she felt comfortable around him and liked his unique charm more and more as time went by. Looking up at the cloudy sky, Tilly even hoped for the Months of Demons to continue like this so she could learn all his knowledge. That way, she might be able to truly understand the new Roland, even if he never wanted to talk about himself. She shook her head to dismiss these thoughts. Tilly pointed to the next question. To her astonishment, the book was suddenly lit up. The two witches looked out the window simultaneously. Traces of light had mysteriously appeared in the snowy sky, and the long lost sunshine now rimmed the clouds with golden light. The locals bustling about in the town sensed the change, too. Soon, a growing number of people poured into streets, cheering. Tilly looked at the sky in a daze, all sorts of emotions welling up inside her. ******************* When the gunfire stopped, empty bullet shells were piled up beside the prince¡¯s feet. A dull, light tint of red could be seen on the muzzle of the gun, and white smoke was coming out of the barrel. Even the drop of a pin could be heard now as nobody aired their opinions. Words were unnecessary since the fixed look on their faces told the shock brought by this new weapon. Iron Axe could not control his excitement any longer and knelt down in the manner of the Sand Nation. ¡°The world is yours, Your Highness.¡± He firmly believed that his new path was to lead the First Army which was equipped with brand new firearms to expand the territory for His Highness Roland. A hand reached in front of Iron Axe. The prince pulled him up and did not look as content as Iron Axe had expected. Instead, he looked at the Impassable Mountain Range and said in a deep voice, ¡°Our real enemy is demons.¡± ¡°Even so, I¡¯ll still fight for you until I die.¡± Before Iron Axe could speak his thoughts, a dazzling ray of light pierced the cloudy sky, illuminating the world below. The witches behind exclaimed in amazement, and Roland looked up and smiled. More and more rays of light came down from above and became brighter and brighter. Soon, it was hard for them to stare at the light. Meanwhile, dark clouds silently melted away as the ice did with fire. The sun appeared again in the sky. The Months of Demons ended. Chapter 476 Chapter 476: The Victory Day Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ It was still dark outside, and someone had been knocking endlessly on Cacusim¡¯s door. He yawned and subconsciously reached out to grab his coat, and then he realized he no longer needed a coat. The thick brick wall kept the chill away, and the incredible heating made the inside warm. No matter how heavy the snow was outside, the house no longer let the cold in like it used to, and the roof no longer leaked. Such a high-quality house was only fit for the nobles in Valencia. Of course, it was a little smaller. He opened the door and found a young boy, his assistant Pike, standing outside. ¡°Why aren¡¯t you up yet? We have to hurry, Captain! Otherwise, we won¡¯t get a good spot!¡± ¡°Do we need to leave so early?¡± Cacusim stuck his head out and looked at the sky. The dawn was peeking through the clouds, and soft morning sunshine lit a small section of the sky. ¡°Of course!¡± the boy exclaimed. ¡°My neighbors told me there would be a performance from the Star Flower Troupe during the celebration, and we won¡¯t get into the square if we¡¯re late!¡± ¡°All right, wait a minute.¡± The old man shrugged and returned to his bedroom to change. He looked at the other empty bed and sighed softly. ¡°The Victory Day¡­ Is there any celebration like this in Longsong Stronghold? If not, Vader would miss it.¡± They went to the square and found that there were banners strung up on ropes and tied to the trees on both sides of the street. The small town looked bright and new under the morning sunshine. Every now and then, people joined them from the pathways into the main road and walked alongside them. It seemed that they were going to the square too. Cacusim had heard about the celebration from Pike. The prince had named the first day after the Months of Demons as the Victory Day to celebrate passing the months safely. On that day, everyone in the town had the day off and enjoyed a grand bonfire party in the square. Cacusim¡¯s assistant had learned about this and invited him to go to square with him. After some thought, the old man agreed. As they entered, they found a fenced-in area in the center of the square and policemen with black uniforms maintaining order. Quite a few people had arrived early and were standing around waiting. The two quickly found a place near the stage and chatted as they waited for the celebration to begin. At noon, crowds gathered in the square and the prince appeared in the center of the theater. As soon as he showed up, Cacusim heard overwhelming cheers. The people around him excitedly raised their hands and shouted, ¡°Long Live Your Highness!¡± Prince Roland smiled. He waited for the cheers to pass, raised his fist, and said loudly, ¡°We have defeated evil once again!¡± The square exploded in instant cheers, the deafening sound shook the old man¡¯s heart. He had not seen such a respected lord in a very long time. ¡°My people, no matter where you come from, the Western Region, the Northern Region, the Eastern Region or the Southernmost Region, as long as you have made a contribution to our town, the glory belongs to you! This glory belongs to everyone who gave their blood and sweat to Border Town!¡± The prince¡¯s calm, emotional voice seemed to have magic power and could be heard without him having to shout. ¡°Today is the Victory Day. It was set by all of you. Evil has not been completely eliminated and will come back sooner or later, but no matter how many times our enemies come, victory is ours as long as we unite and work together!¡± The old man had never heard a nobility refer to the civilians and himself as ¡°we¡±, but His Highness didn¡¯t seem to mind. He looked at the people naturally, without arrogance or scorn. In the prince¡¯s eyes, he and his subjects were together as one. It was incredible, but unexpectedly¡­ harmonious. ¡°Now, let¡¯s cheer for this hard-won victory and raise our glasses to celebrate!¡± ¡°Long live Your Highness!¡± ¡°Long live Victory!¡± The cheers rang throughout the square, and the people raised their right hand to show their respect, including Cacusim. ¡°This is a Lord who is worthy of my loyalty!¡± Pike said passionately while thumping his chest. Next, it was the Star Flower Troupe¡¯s turn, and many people whistled excitedly. ¡°We haven¡¯t seen their performances in such a long time.¡± ¡°Ms. Irene is still so beautiful!¡± ¡°But compared to Miss May, she still lacks lasting appeal.¡± ¡°It¡¯s Ms. May now. Haven¡¯t you heard the news? She¡¯s about to marry Chief Knight, and the prince has already sent a wedding gift.¡± Listening to the people around, Pike asked in wonder, ¡°The name of a troupe is usually either the same as the theater or the name of the town, so why does the troupe of Border Town have such a strange name?¡± ¡°You aren¡¯t a westerner, are you?¡± asked someone immediately. ¡°Ms. May and Ms. Irene are both from Longsong Theatre, and Ms. May is called the Star of the Western Region, while Ms. Irene is called the Flower of Tomorrow. Now, they both live in Border Town, so the troupe¡¯s name is Star Flower Troupe.¡± ¡°Look, it¡¯s beginning!¡± This was not Cacusim¡¯s first time watching theatrical performances, but the story was quite unique. Instead of a normal love story between nobilities, it told the history of the Western Region. The actors played ordinary people living in Border Town. In the beginning, they were helpless, confused, and chased around like lambs during the Months of Demons. Then they decided to stay in the town and fight against the demonic beasts. The whole story was full of twists and turns, which were very gripping. When the characters died from hunger and cold or were killed in the line of defense to protect their families, the audience felt as if they were there. The old man was quickly captured by the performance, and even people who had just come to the Western Region could feel the sacrifices that citizens of Border Town made and their unremitting efforts for survival. When the play was finished, a thunderous applause rang above the square. Cacusim was dumbstruck by what he saw next. A girl with long flaxen hair held a black line in her hand. She cut the wood stage into various parts, and used them to light a giant bonfire. The crowd wasn¡¯t scared by this, and they even chanted her name. ¡°Miss Anna! Miss Anna!¡± As sheep baked on the bonfire, the atmosphere in the square reached its climax. The locals spontaneously stood in a long line and then began to dance strangely, the last part of the celebration. According to the people standing around Cacusim and Pike, as long as the dance continued, the barbecue would continue until midnight. ¡°Captain, let¡¯s go together!¡± Pike gulped. He was eager to join. ¡°I¡¯m too old to dance,¡± Cacusim shook his head. ¡°You should join them.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go then.¡± He stuck out his tongue. ¡°I¡¯ll share some barbecue with you when I get it.¡± Looking at the boy dancing with the crowd, the old man couldn¡¯t help but laugh. He had been wondering how to make the name of the Concrete Boat assigned to him memorable and unique, and now he had an idea. ¡°I¡¯ll name it Victory,¡± he thought. Chapter 477 Chapter 477: Love and Affection Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Just like last year, the witches held the feast in the castle. Leaf turned the backyard that had been expanded several times into an open-air campsite fenced by olive trees. Around the raging bonfire, the witches could appreciate the starry night sky anytime. Compared with the last BBQ feast which was only attended by five witches, this one was much more crowded, reaching a total number of 25 witches. All the witches from the Witch Cooperation Association came, along with the seven witches from Sleeping Island, as well as Maggie, Lucia, Agatha, Spear, Paper, and Summer. Plates of finely cut food and various sauces were put on a small table by the bonfire for the witches to eat freely. After the territories of the rebel nobles were completely cleared, the supply of meat and cloth in Border Town had greatly increased. Also served on the table was the low-alcohol fruit wine brewed by Evelyn, as well as the ice cream provided by Agatha. While Lightning was enthusiastically demonstrating to the crowd how to grill a chicken foot, Maggie had begun to enjoy a hot-roasted steak. Having spent a year in the mountains and jungles with Lightning, Maggie had got familiar with all sorts of grilled food, and she filled her waist pocket with various spices, just as Lightning did. ¡°I think this is a waste of time.¡± Agatha smeared honey on the roasted meatballs in her hand. ¡°The demons are bound to attack us, but we¡¯re not seizing this precious time to prepare¡­ instead, we¡¯re just celebrating the latest victory. When the enemy breaks into our city¡­ everything is done for,¡± she said while chewing the food. ¡°Take it easy. It¡¯ll be OK.¡± Roland handed her a bunch of stuffed beefballs¡ªobviously, she was very fond of the juicy meatballs. ¡°A proper balance of work and rest will increase the work efficiency. Besides, resting for one day won¡¯t prevent us from defeating the demons, and even if we lose, at least we¡¯ve enjoyed the sweetness of life.¡± ¡°Nonsense!¡± Agatha said while rolling her eyes. She then took the beefballs and put them over the bonfire after dipping it in a bowl of oil¡ªwith the help of her freezing ability, she could keep the meatballs at just the right temperature regardless of the heat from the fire. Clearly, her recent work with the process of cooling nitrogen had helped her to perfect control of her magic powers. On the other side, the newcomer Summer apparently hadn¡¯t seen so much meat in a long time. Although she could not stop swallowing saliva, her hands kept still. Fortunately, after noticing Summer¡¯s timidity, Wendy pulled this newly awoken sister to her side and shared the food that she roasted with Summer and Paper. The three witches from Sleeping Island, Ashes, Andrea and Shavi, began to play poker games while waiting for their food to be grilled. In the past few months, they had learned all the variations of poker that Roland was familiar with. As long as there was no attack from the demonic beasts, they would get together and play poker in the castle hall. And the other witches from Sleeping Island, such as Candle, Evelyn and Sylvie, who had got familiar with the witches in the little town, were having a good time talking with Leaf, Echo, Soraya and others, just like a family did. Looking at the harmonious scene, Roland felt quite gratified¡ªafter a year¡¯s effort, changes in the Western Region began to emerge. The people¡¯s enthusiastic cheers at the square at daytime and the heartfelt smile on the witches¡¯ faces were all payback for his efforts. Such kind of payback was so sweet that Roland could not help but feel intoxicated by it. As the bonfire gradually died out, the time approached midnight. Roland asked Nightingale and Ashes to escort Nana and Summer home respectively, while he stepped onto the second floor of the castle, waiting for Anna to appear. He decided to take the initiative instead of waiting passively, or rather, postponing. Silver moonlight cast into the castle through the corridor window. In the moonlight, Roland saw Anna¡¯s blue eyes. The scene was quite familiar to him, but their positions were reversed from the last time. Half hidden in darkness, Anna¡¯s pupils reflected a faint luster, like stars in the night sky where all the other stars could not be seen. The sky only belonged to her tonight. Roland did not speak, but walked forward. Holding Anna¡¯s hand, they went to the third floor. This was not the first time that Roland had kept this close to Anna, but still, his heart beat fiercely. Through the hand he was holding, he could tell Anna was nervous too. Nevertheless, she followed him without any hesitation. They entered Roland¡¯s bedroom. When Roland closed the door, turned around, took a deep breath, and wondered what to say, Anna kissed him. The tip of her tongue softly pried open Roland¡¯s mouth. Roland felt lost in her luscious breath. At that moment, the title of a song popped into his mind, Sealed with a Kiss. When you don¡¯t know what to say, kiss; when you¡¯ve no idea how to express your feelings, kiss. Kissing is the speech without a sound and kissing is scorching affection. When their lips finally parted, Anna¡¯s cheeks had turned red. ¡°I have a present for you.¡± From his pocket, Roland took out two red Magic Stones, which had been polished, rimmed with gold and strung together by a thin, red thread at the top. ¡°Is this¡­ a Sigil?¡± ¡°Yes. After being connected together by magic power, a Stone of Pathfinding and a Stone of Positioning make a Tracking Sigil.¡± Roland helped Anna to put the Stone of Pathfinding around her neck. ¡°Now no matter where I go, you can find me with the help of the stones.¡± Anna must have sensed something unusual because she stared at Roland, motionless. Just then, Roland carefully spoke each word while softly holding her cheeks with his hands, ¡°Will you marry me, Anna?¡± The peacefulness of the clear blue lake was interrupted by a pouring rain. After a long pause, Anna nodded and said, ¡°Yes.¡± ¡­ What followed next was so natural¡ªthe long held emotions broke through the last barrier at that very moment and entangled with one another. Roland picked her up by the waist and put her on to the bed. He kissed her from her forehead down to her neck with tenderness, and clumsily unsnapped her buttons. With her eyes open, Anna stared at Roland as if she wanted to imprint every single move of his into her brain. When the girl¡¯s fair and smooth body was exposed, Roland hugged her gently in his arms and covered them up with a quilt. Without the barrier of clothes, he clearly felt Anna¡¯s rhythmic heartbeat, as if her heart was about to pop out of her chest. ¡°This time¡­¡± Anna whispered in Roland¡¯s ear. ¡°What about it?¡± ¡°I won¡¯t fall asleep again¡­¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but burst into laughter, which eased the tension between them. He lightly brushed her nose and said, ¡°Even if you fall asleep, I won¡¯t leave you alone.¡± Their mouths searched for each other once again, their bodies became one, and their hearts merged together. ¡­ Chapter 478 Chapter 478: Witnessing the Establishment of the New City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After m*king love, Anna rested her head in Roland¡¯s arms and nuzzled up against him like a cat. ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s so good¡­ to have met you,¡± she whispered to him. Her breathing had just returned to normal from all the excitement. ¡°Call me Roland.¡± He stroked her long hair and smiled. ¡°There isn¡¯t anyone else around anyway, and I¡¯ve never heard you call my name.¡± ¡°Ro¡­ land.¡± ¡°Good girl.¡± He tickled her ears until she laughed, and then he exclaimed, ¡°Actually¡­ it¡¯s me who should have said that. In the past, I never imagined that I would meet such a brilliant girl like you.¡± ¡°Not even in the palace?¡± ¡°No.¡± Roland shook his head faintly. ¡°Sometimes, I even think I¡¯m dreaming.¡± Anna remained silent for a while, and then cuddled closer to Roland before saying, ¡°I¡¯m right here and I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡± These words aroused his thoughts. He recalled that she had said the same thing to him before. ¡°¡­living like a normal person, but I do not care about that. I just want to stay at Your Highness¡¯ side, nothing more.¡± ¡°What are you talking about? I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡± She¡¯s the petite and frail lass who was rolled up in a corner of a prison cell, the diligent girl who practiced her ability in maids clothes, the daring young lady who conjured a huge fire and sealed up the city wall, the diffident maid who raised her head and kissed me, and the lovely young woman who asked me to accompany her on the Day of Awakening¡­ Such scenes flashed in front of Roland one after another. Without realizing it, the two of them had built up so many memories together. ¡°¡­ it¡¯s true.¡± He slid his hand down Anna¡¯s silky hair and caressed her slender back. ¡°You¡¯re right here with me.¡± ¡°Feelings are really intriguing,¡± he thought to himself. ¡°Though these are nothing but meaningless and silly words, they warm and melt my heart like nothing else can.¡± An even longer period of silence followed. Then, just as he thought she had fallen asleep, she spoke, ¡°I¡¯m a witch.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°Sister Wendy told me that witches are infertile,¡± Anna muttered. ¡°This will be troublesome for you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not afraid,¡± Roland replied assertively. ¡°Compared to the impending third Battle of Divine Will, this is nothing.¡± He once spent time considering how to arrange his succession, but discontinued it after hearing Agatha¡¯s report. The battle that would decide Man¡¯s fate was around the corner. All kingdoms would be completely decimated if they were unable to defeat the demons. Compared to this, the succession issue was not important. He paused momentarily when he thought of this. After a while, he continued, ¡°Actually, I was a bit worried earlier on.¡± ¡°About what?¡± ¡°I was worried that you would use this reason to reject me.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Anna looked puzzled. ¡°I want to be with you, no matter I¡¯m a witch or not.¡± Roland guffawed when he heard her reply. ¡°Indeed, since I met Anna, she¡¯s always been like that¡­ straightforward, never beating around the bush, and expressive of whatever idea she had. With her, there would never be a Korean drama case of ¡®I mean well for you, but I can¡¯t tell you¡¯ misunderstanding. I¡¯ve thought too much.¡± As they chatted, Roland began to feel his body revitalize. Sensing the changes, Anna kissed him on the neck and climbed on top of him¡­ The night was still very young. ¡­ The next day, Roland woke up much later than usual. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already directly above the castle. He looked beside himself and was slightly shocked. Anna was nowhere to be found. ¡°Could it be that¡­ what happened last night was merely a dream?¡± He bent his body down and breathed a sigh of relief. Strands of flaxen hair were left on the pillow, and he could smell a faint fragrance on one side of his clothes. ¡°What¡¯re you doing?¡± Anna¡¯s voice suddenly came from overhead. Roland raised his head and felt awkward¡ªhe must have looked unglamorous sniffing all around while lying on the pillow. ¡°Ahem, I was just counting the strands of hair you left. Hey, when did you get up?¡± ¡°I went to bring breakfast to you.¡± She placed the plate she was holding on the bedside table. Her actions and movements seemed a little unlike her usual self. ¡°I saw you sleeping soundly when I woke up and didn¡¯t want to disturb you.¡± ¡°Sorry,¡± Roland said apologetically, ¡°I should have helped.¡± After so many physical activities during the night, Roland feared that she was feeling uncomfortable despite her exceptional recovery capabilities. ¡°What nonsense.¡± Anna laughed meekly. ¡°You¡¯re a prince.¡± He shook her head and did not say one more word. Instead, he pulled her into his arms. After embracing for a while, she patted him on the back. ¡°Alright, that¡¯s enough. Since you¡¯re awake, hurry up and eat your breakfast. I still have work to do today.¡± ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you rest for a few more days?¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do,¡± Anna replied earnestly. ¡°We have to face the demons soon. Miss Soraya and Miss Agatha are working really hard, and thus it won¡¯t be right for me to slack off.¡± She smiled sweetly. ¡°You too¡­ Roland.¡± ¡­ After kissing goodbye to Anna, the prince strode to his office in buoyant mood. When he pushed open the door, he was surprised to see Tilly waiting for him and sitting by the table. ¡°Good morning.¡± he greeted. ¡°Is there an issue?¡± ¡°Look, it¡¯s already noon.¡± Tilly smiled back at him. ¡°And you look like you had a good dream.¡± ¡°Do, do I?¡± Roland placed a hand around his mouth. ¡°Of course, you¡¯re all smiles today.¡± She shrugged her shoulders and the smile on her face disappeared. ¡°This time I came to say goodbye to you.¡± Roland was stunned. ¡°Goodbye? Are you returning to Sleeping Island?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve stayed here for too long. Even though I¡¯ve kept in touch with the Fjords by letter, but¡­ I¡¯ve to go back sooner or later. Now that the Months of Demons are over, the objective of my trip can be considered done.¡± She stood up and walked over to the French window. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Even though I¡¯ll be across the sea, I¡¯ll give you my full support in fighting the church and the demons.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you settle here in the Western Region?¡± Roland made a last-ditch attempt to persuade her to stay. There¡¯s a huge amount of vacant land on the south bank of the Redwater River. It can accommodate all of the witches.¡± ¡°We¡¯ve discussed this before.¡± Tilly sighed lightly. ¡°This is not a problem of finding residence.¡± ¡°It seems like she has made up her mind,¡± Roland reckoned. Though he understood that the decision was a sign of her political maturity and responsibility as a leader, he was very unhappy about it. ¡°At least stay for another week. I¡¯ll prepare a few useful things for the witches in the Fjords.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Tilly turned and faced him. ¡°What are they?¡± ¡°Books, courseware, and a few exercises.¡± He said while flicking his fingernails. ¡°This will not only save you the trouble of making copies but also enhance their learning effectiveness. Also, I¡¯ll pack a few revolvers. These can be used for self-protection in case you encounter enemies equipped with the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. There¡¯ll also be two steam engines which can be used to pump water for irrigation and salt extraction.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Tilly turned away and said. ¡°Thank you very much.¡± ¡°And there¡¯s the Groundbreaking Day.¡± Roland said, emphasizing every word. ¡°I hope that on that day, you can join me in witnessing the establishment of City of Neverwinter.¡± Chapter 479 Chapter 479: Choice of Nightingale¡¯s Heart Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Recently, Wendy spent her life in an exceptionally fulfilling way. True to her name, Paper had quickly absorbed the knowledge regarding witches and magic power. She made great progress in learning how to read and write as well as knowledge about the natural world. At present, she was already able to learn new vocabularies on her own. There was only a bit of concern about her tutoring. On occasions, she would raise questions that even Wendy could not answer, and that meant either Anna or Roland had to be consulted. Compared to Paper, Summer¡¯s progress was much slower. This was perhaps a matter of age. Every word had to be recited a few times to her before she could remember its spelling. Furthermore, she seemed confused by natural knowledge. But Wendy was okay with it. After all, what she did not lack at the moment was time and patience. In fact, it would be more problematic for her if her students were all as smart as Anna. Every morning, she would call her two students into the living room to go through the homework that was assigned the day before. This was in line with what His Highness had told all of the Department of Education¡¯s teachers: The knowledge that was learned without practicing would be forgotten quickly, and only through regular practice would the knowledge be committed to memory. Wendy agreed very much with this statement. The next lesson was practicing magic power. For this, Paper could assist Agatha to produce acid, or go to the shipyard to help in accelerating the hardening of cement. Hence, Wendy mainly tutored the newcomer, Summer. She had heard that Summer would soon be joining Nightingale in the Security Bureau and help His Highness to recreate crime scenes. Thus, the most important thing to learn was how to precisely control the reversal of time. Fortunately, using magic ability was as natural as breathing to witches. Even the slowest students could not go very wrong once they felt the operation of magic. Wendy often raised the example of Maggie in order to encourage Summer not to be disheartened by her lack of natural proficiency in magic power. If even a pigeon was able to evolve, surely a regular witch could also do so? Of course, after that, she would secretly bring a few pieces of honey roast meat to Maggie as compensation. Elementary classes were conducted in the evenings. In consideration of the different learning paces of incoming students, His Highness had sorted the Witch Union into two classes. The early comers would continue to receive lessons from Scroll and also begin to learn knowledge about elementary physics and chemistry, while the new arrivals would receive extra tuition from Wendy after their usual lessons. This was the most relaxing part of Wendy¡¯s day. As the earliest witch from the Witch Cooperation Association to join the Union, she had increased the gulf between herself and the other top-scoring sisters after a period of learning. She would feel a great amount of pressure on her shoulders whenever she remembered that His Highness had conferred on her the role of manager of the Association. Only while teaching the newcomers did she feel free and able to put her heart and soul into the tutoring. After assigning homework to the two students, Wendy went to have a hot bath. When she returned comfortably to her bedroom, she was surprised to see Nightingale sitting by her bed and dazing while holding a copy of Natural Science Theoretical Foundation. She¡¯s definitely dazing. If she was focusing on the book, she would have fallen asleep within minutes. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Wendy uncovered her quilt and climbed on to the bed, sitting next to Nightingale. The latter shifted her head slightly and briefly glanced at Wendy, who gasped when seeing Nightingale¡¯s vacant expression. Wendy had seen such an expression on Nightingale¡¯s face only in Silver City, which was the first time they met. At that time, Nightingale was walking alone spiritlessly through the snowy streets, in complete disregard of the snowflakes that fell on her shoulders. ¡°His Highness Roland¡¯s together with Anna already¡­¡± she muttered, ¡°and it was I who encouraged him.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Wendy was at a loss for words. She had also noticed that Anna and His Highness had grown closer recently, but this was acknowledged by everyone and thus it was not surprising. Anna was the first witch that His Highness met, and was impeccable in all respects. Apart from her inability to give birth, she was considered by Scroll to be the most suitable person to be Queen. The only surprising thing was that the recent development was facilitated by Nightingale. ¡°I had made preparations and knew that this would be the outcome. Yet, seeing them together, why¡­ why do I feel so painful?¡± Nightingale grasped Wendy¡¯s hand tightly. ¡°I¡¯d resolved about this long ago¡­¡± Wendy also began to feel bad as she looked at Nightingale¡¯s appearance. Her deepest impression of Nightingale was her strength and courage. Whether it was stabbing and capturing her own distant relative in Silver City, or fighting against the church, she was able to keep her cool and fight on despite the difficult circumstances. She even showed no sign of fear while facing the menacing Cara. Yet, on this relationship matter, she once again became a helpless child. And Wendy was unable to provide any help. There¡¯s no right or wrong with regard to feelings. All that Wendy could do was to embrace her and pat gently on her shoulders. ¡°If you feel bad, cry it all out and you¡¯ll be fine.¡± Nightingale shook her head in disagreement and mumbled. ¡°Since I left the Gilen family, I vowed¡­ never to cry again, never again¡­¡± Her voice progressively lowered until she became inaudible. Wendy gradually felt a warm and moist feeling in her bosom, but even so, Nightingale did not make a whimper. Because she was restraining herself greatly, her shoulders began to shudder and she held on to Wendy even more forcefully. ¡°I didn¡¯t cry¡­¡± ¡°Yes, you didn¡¯t¡­. I know.¡± Wendy closed her eyes and started to regret what she had once said to Nightingale. Staying around His Highness was a simple solution. In fact, the majority of witches would choose to stay around him¡­ because they did not have anywhere else to go. They were also aware that there was only a minimal chance that Roland would accept and marry a girl who could not give birth and thereby could not carry on his bloodline. However, the problem with staying around him was the distance. Just like with the sun, anyone can bask in the warmth and glory of the sunshine, yet it was easy to get burned if one tried to move closer. And Nightingale¡¯s intention was obviously not to gaze at him from a distance. This was not an easy road to follow. ¡°How about giving up?¡± Wendy asked softly. ¡°If you take a step back, you¡¯ll still have the sisters to accompany you.¡± The ensuing long silence made time appear to freeze. Wendy felt as though she was awaiting a trial, and even though she was not the defendant, it was still extremely difficult for her to bear. A few times, she almost opened her mouth to ask more questions, but her words would slip back just before she said anything. This continued until Nightingale raised her head. Her eyes appeared slightly red, but tears could not be seen¡ªthe wetness on Wendy¡¯s bosom seemed to be her own false perception. Seeing the expression in Nightingale¡¯s eyes, Wendy could tell that there was a conclusion to this trial¡­ but it was not the end. ¡°I won¡¯t give up.¡± Nightingale shook her head and said, ¡°No matter what, I¡¯ll stay beside him until the very end¡­¡± She did not mind being burnt to ashes by the sun. This was her answer. Chapter 480 Chapter 480: The Wedding Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Three days later, the wedding of Chief Knight Lannis Carter and Star of the Western Region May was held on castle grounds. Besides family members, there were also members from the Star Flower Troupe, the City Hall and the Witch Union. In this age, a wedding ceremony was always witnessed by the church. Weddings of royal families and the nobility were witnessed by a regional Bishop, while nobles and businessmen High Priest or Priestess. Ordinary citizens needed to go to the church by themselves and pay several silver royals to ask the Priest to preside over the wedding. Of course, people who could not afford it just lived together unwed. Since there was no church in the Western Region, the City Hall was the wedding witness. Roland planned for the City Hall to dispatch officers to issue marriage certificates and do the registration for free. Carter¡¯s wedding would be a great role model¡ªhe had already thought of the slogan, ¡°Convenient, legitimate and free of charge¡±. When the bride appeared in her wedding gown, everyone was impressed. She was not a witch, yet she was a big star, and this drew crowds. Even Roland had to admit that Carter had a good eye. If it were not for the publicity and pleading from the knight, Roland would not have shown the wedding gown. Dressed in his handsome black attire, the bridegroom Carter Lannis looked extraordinary. The two of them standing together were like a heaven-made match. ¡°They look so great together.¡± Anna said. ¡°We¡¯ll have our day eventually,¡± Roland squeezed her hands gently and said, ¡°by then, everyone will know you.¡± ¡°Mmm.¡± She smiled sweetly. Marrying a witch was easy, however, getting the recognition of subjects was difficult. It could only be achieved by those with absolute might and great prestige. Hence, the most fundamental thing was to subside the civil war within the kingdom and become the only king of Graycastle. After that, he could marry Anna¡ªhe did not want others to think that Anna was his hidden plaything, like previous nobles. However, Roland believed that it would not be too long. Since the Months of Demons had finished, the town was fully preparing for the coming spring attack. Soon, there would be a fierce attack and Timothy¡¯s throne would be destroyed completely. ¡°The rings, please. Er, next¡­¡± The officer from the City Hall was unfamiliar with the new wedding process written by Roland. He lowered his head to look at his notebook, ¡°you may kiss each other now.¡± ¡°Wow!¡± Assembled guests broke into a round of applause, especially Irene, a member of the Star Flower Troupe. She excitedly grabbed Morning Light and swayed from side to side, and then grabbed others to clap and cheer for May. ¡°Just kissing,¡± Lightning twitched her mouth, ¡°each time, my father returned from an expedition, he was kissed several times.¡± ¡°Coo¡­¡± Squatting on Lighting¡¯s head, Maggie turned her head away. She put her wings in front of her face, however, the eyes of a pigeon are on both sides of the head. ¡°Is this wedding procedure really suitable, Your Highness?¡± Scroll put her hands on her forehead. ¡°It¡¯s a particular case. Not every couple needs to do this,¡± Roland smiled. ¡°After all, it¡¯s used for publicity, the more attractive, the better.¡± Speaking of this, he turned to Soraya. ¡°You need to paint this moment in detail!¡± ¡°Rest assured, leave it to me.¡± The latter watched the two newlyweds without blinking, the Magic Pen in her hands was shining. Carter was obviously nervous. After his initial shock had subsided, May stood on tiptoe and kissed him. Applause broke out in the yard. ¡°Please welcome His Highness. He¡¯ll give his blessing!¡± Roland left the crowd and joined the newlyweds. He patted Carter¡¯s shoulder and said, ¡°Well done.¡± Then he turned to May, ¡°May you be forever happy.¡± ¡°That, that¡¯s it?¡± Carter hesitated. ¡°Of course! Now go home and rest. I¡¯ll give you two days off.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Vader should arrive in the town this afternoon. Leave your work to him.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Highness,¡± the newlyweds answered in harmony, smiling at each other. The wedding ended in the sounds of fireworks, which were simulated by Echo. In the afternoon, Barov and Karl came to the castle office to report the progress of the Three Supplies Project to Roland. ¡°So far, the water supply equipment has been installed in all the living quarters and more than half of the heating pipes have been laid,¡± Karl said. He pointed to the town planning map and continued, ¡°but the power supply will need more time. Except the factory district under your guidance will complete the installation soon, the four residential areas are still in the phase of trenching and slotting. After you went to Longsong Stronghold, this part of the work almost stagnated.¡± Roland nodded and knew they could do nothing about it. No one other than him understood what a circuit was or how electricity operated. Maybe in April, possibly May, all the townspeople would have electric lighting. Roland said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. Now that the Months of Demons is over, the heating can wait for some time. Next, the most important thing is the power supply program and the building of Kingdom Main Street. The former concerns the efficiency of time use, and the latter is the key to strengthen the relationship between the two areas once the city building is completed.¡± He continued, ¡°In addition, don¡¯t dismiss the redundant workers after finishing the construction of Kingdom Main Street. We need them to build the road to the shoal.¡± ¡°Do you mean the spot towards the southern mountain area?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. It¡¯ll be the entrance to the sea.¡± Roland affirmed. After Tilly and her group returned to Sleeping Island, Lotus would come back to the Western Region. At that time, with the help of Countess Spear, it would take less time to break a new path in mountains. ¡°In addition, once the City of Neverwinter is established, these redundant workers will be my subjects and I want to confer citizenship on them as soon as the construction of Kingdom Main Street is finished.¡± He turned to Barov, ¡°I¡¯ll leave it to you.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t stop the construction of communities. You can expand them to the space between the town and Stronghold or the south bank of the Redwater River. The population expansion remains to be a major priority, and I want to triple the urban population by the end of the year.¡± Barov sucked in a breath. ¡°My lord, that will be close to 100,000 people.¡± ¡°I believe we can afford them in the Western Region,¡± Roland said with a deep voice, ¡°you can take it as your goal.¡± Indeed, the Kingdom of Graycastle had population potential. A big city of 20,000 inhabitants could afford a suburban population of at least 100,000. The more prosperous a city was, the bigger scale the latter was¡ªthis phenomenon could also be seen in modern agriculture. There was no limit in the Western Region, plus since the steam engine had come into use, there was no need to have so many people working on the material supply. ¡°Lastly, since electric lighting is now available in the factory district, you¡¯ll need to switch to working eight hours a day in three shifts once the city construction is completed, especially the ammunition processing department,¡± the prince said to the supervisor of the City Hall, ¡°The salary of each shift should be calculated according to the past daily wage. The more they do, the more they get. You can promote it from now on and I hope the factory can operate constantly until we unify Graycastle.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Barov answered and made a bow. Chapter 481 Chapter 481: The City of Neverwinter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN On the designated Groundbreaking Day, Roland got up very early. He shaved the stubble on his face, tied up his long gray hair with a simple band, and used a small pair of scissors to trim his brows. After a year of living in this world, he was very experienced in grooming himself and did not need a maid¡¯s help. Looking at his blurry reflection in the silver mirror, he felt that he somehow had the divine manner of a reclusive Taoist priest, if he put on a wide robe. Roland nodded in satisfaction and left for his office. There was Barov waiting for him in the room. ¡°Your Highness,¡± he said with a bow, ¡°a flying messenger has already been sent to Longsong Stronghold and will probably arrive at the Stronghold castle in half an hour.¡± ¡°Uh-huh, is the venue set up?¡± ¡°It was all completed by yesterday afternoon, and right now it seems enough to hold the entire population of the town,¡± replied the City Hall Director. ¡°Great job.¡± praised Roland, and he slowly walked to the window. The Impassable Mountain Range and the Misty Forest in the distance were still blanketed in white, and the rising sun scattered rays of golden light onto the snow. He saw moving figures on nearby town streets heading for the rubble city wall area in the West of the town. As a defense line against demonic beasts last year, this rubble city wall that was hastily constructed with concrete played a principal role in the fight. However, it had now become a border between the inner and outer areas of the town. Roland didn¡¯t like this kind of clear separation between the rich and the poor, so he decided to tear it down sooner or later, except the symbolic gap area and gate tower. However, before that, he could still utilize it. He chose the middle section of the rubble city wall as the site for the Groundbreaking event since it could hold far more people than the square. According to his plan, in order to strengthen the impact of the Groundbreaking event on citizens of both cities, Longsong Stronghold would hold a Groundbreaking announcement at the same time, which would be synchronized by flying messengers. When the first messenger reached Petrov, Roland would step on to the stage to give a speech. ¡°Right now, the gray falcon carrying the news must be soaring among the mountains and over the Redwater River, with a paper slip fastened to its claw as usual,¡± thought Roland, ¡°but it doesn¡¯t know the significance of the news it¡¯s carrying. From the moment it lands, Border Town and Longsong Stronghold will become history.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± He collected his thoughts and turned around. ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± Barov said with a smile. ¡­ Petrov Hull walked slowly onto the constructed wooden stage and looked around. There were not that many people on the square, at least not as many as during the oatmeal distribution last week. This was not surprising, since people were mainly only concerned with food and clothes. Compared to the free oatmeal, a Groundbreaking ceremony would not matter that much. It even seemed rather unnecessary to Even Petrov himself. The Months of Demons had ended, but the City Hall still did not receive as many applications for job as they had expected. The notice calling for handymen and construction workers was put up a week ago, but the number of recruits hadn¡¯t even reached half of the target amount. Meanwhile, Rats seemed to rise back from the ashes, as the police department received more and more reports every day and only verifying these reports was a painstaking amount of work. His friend Rene Medde complained to him that the arresting team needed twice the men to handle its workload. This actually met Petrov¡¯s expectations. The people were just like that, lazy, greedy, and unintelligent¡­ His Highness spent so much time and efforts on them, but what could he get in return? The thing confused him the most was that Roland Wimbledon was clearly a member of the royal family, so where did that strange confidence in the people come from? No matter what, he was firmly tied to the prince¡¯s chariot, so all he could do was to follow him faithfully. An eagle cawed in the distance, and a gray figure appeared in the sky. Petrov opened his prepared speech draft. ¡­ ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯s almost the time.¡± Barov reminded. The sun had risen halfway into the sky, and the sundial¡¯s shadow pointed to nine o¡¯clock. Roland nodded and walked to the tower railing. As soon as the people saw the prince, their chatter turned into warm cheers, and they all raised their hands to create waves throughout the crowd. Area on both sides of the city wall was packed by a dense crowd of over 20,000 people, which meant that most of the town¡¯s residents were gathered here. Roland was glad that he was not holding this Groundbreaking ceremony in the central square, since it obviously could not offer enough space for such a huge, excited crowd. He waved his hands to silence the cheers. ¡°Greetings, my subjects.¡± Echo¡¯s magnifying ability allowed his voice to reverberate over the entire town. ¡°I believe you already know what¡¯s about to happen today. This small town, which was built for the North Slope Mine, is soon about to become a real city.¡± ¡°In the past, the Months of Demons was a nightmare for Border Town, and everyone had to escape to Stronghold for shelter. Now, we have built a strong base here. Osmond Ryan, who wanted to ruin the Western Region, has fallen; the church, which wanted to harm witches and enslave the people, has been banished from this land; even Timothy Wimbledon, who dared to attempt to destroy me, failed¡ªeven if he set the entire Southern and Eastern Regions on fire, the town would still be safe and sound. I¡¯m sure the refugees who fled here know this best.¡± Roland¡¯s words were quickly met with the crowd¡¯s responses. ¡°That¡¯s right. He burned down the Eagle City and plundered the Port of Clearwater!¡± ¡°The new king cleaned out Valencia. His knights acted no differently from burglars, sometimes even worse!¡± ¡°He took away my son, saying he needed to join the King¡¯s City guards. Heavens¡­ he¡¯s only fifteen!¡± The prince reached out his hand to quiet them. ¡°And these tragedies will never happen again. This is why the new city is being built! Only by uniting more people, can we face our evil enemies and show them the consequences of their recklessness.¡± He paused. ¡°And this is my city, too. I vow that Roland Wimbledon will never leave any of his people behind, and even if the Kingdom of Graycastle is united, he¡¯ll never leave this place!¡± A wave of cheers erupted at the foot of the city wall. ¡°Your Highness, you¡­¡± Barov exclaimed from behind him. Roland waved his hand to silence him. ¡°That¡¯s right. This will become the new capital of the Kingdom of Graycastle, and the kingdom will be reborn! I believe that even if an endless winter arrived, this city would still be as warm as spring!¡± He paused for a while and raised his right hand. ¡°From this day on, Border Town and Longsong Stronghold will become one, and its name will be¡­¡± ¡°Long live the City of Neverwinter!¡± ¡°Long live, long live the City of Neverwinter!¡± Everyone became excited, and the deafening chants rang through the sky. A mist of snow erupted on the mountainside, and the echoes rolled endlessly through the peaks¡­ Roland looked at the cheering subjects and felt a great anticipation growing inside him. The sparks of revolution had been ignited, and one day, he would see these sparks turn into a giant flame that would engulf the entire land. Chapter 482 Chapter 482: Zero¡¯s Will Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The upper level of the Pivotal Secret Temple was brightly lit up with dozens of Magic Stones that made the circular library as bright as day. When one was in this room, it was difficult to believe that it was underground. This area was equivalent to the Tower of Babel of the Hermes Cathedral above ground, and it was Zero¡¯s favorite place. She could easily see all of the Pivotal Secret Area through the window. Watching over the figures bustling around the God¡¯s Stone of Punishment Pillar like ants, she felt a great joy in having control over all of these lives. It was as if she was the Lord of the Kingdom of God, and the people walking slowly in the dark were the believers that built the kingdom. When she had free time, she would take a book containing the history and secrets of the Union from a shelf and read it by the window. Of course, she also had to have a cup of black tea with coltsfoot in it next to her. After she became the Pope, Zero was actually more relaxed. She did not worry about the impending Battle of Divine Will, but looked forward to it. After more than 200 years, her life had become quite dull, and the Senior Demons that were recorded to be unbeatable seemed like exciting opponents. ¡°I wonder if I take them into the Soul Battlefield, will they still be as fearless and terrifying as they appear?¡± However, this battle was still years away, so she needed to set a new goal for herself to pass the time. There were few people Zero concerned, and Roland Wimbledon happened to be one of them¡­ he was the only mortal to interest her so far. He was belittled by everyone, but he came out on top after the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince, fighting extremely well with his tiny territory against two strong contenders for the throne. This was undoubtedly very rare. Also, she discovered some interesting clues in Garcia¡¯s memories. The Queen of Clearwater once placed a maid next to Prince Roland to feed him a deadly poison, but it completely failed, and then the furious queen executed the unlucky alchemist who made the poison. However, Zero had a member of the Secret Pivotal Area replicate the poison according to the recipe in her memories, and the product turned out to be just as the alchemist had promised. It was odorless, colorless, soluble in water, deadly upon intake and incurable. ¡°So, did the maid deceive Garcia, or is the current Roland Wimbledon not the same Prince Roland as before?¡± According to the information she had gathered, Zero was more inclined to the second guess. ¡°The question is¡­ if he isn¡¯t Prince Roland, who is he? Why no one doubted his identity before?¡± The more she pondered on this issue, the more intrigued she became. He was able to change his ways to earn the love of all his subjects, single-handedly redistribute the power in the Western Region, and make both the church¡¯s emissary delegation and crazed army disappear¡­ If such a man was simply the lord of a small territory, it would really be a pity. Thus, Roland Wimbledon had to be included as a member of the church, or in other words, become part of her. Zero could not help but lick her lips. It was also why she changed the sequence of attack. If her guesses were correct, then conquering the Kingdom of Graycastle would bring in more benefits than she could imagine. Of course, as a lord with great authority, he would stay behind the lines during battles, so it was important to figure out how to force him out. Just as Zero was contemplating how to avoid the direct battle and go straight to Roland, Isabella pushed open the library door and walked in. ¡°Is the meeting over?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She rubbed her neck. ¡°Lucky you, sitting here reading and sipping tea all day, while I have to lie to those old men¡­ no, it¡¯s actually one old man and two madmen.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not simply lying. It concerns the operations of the church¡¯s lower level,¡± Zero said with a shrug. ¡°Although witches are the actual core of the church, without these men, we wouldn¡¯t be able to collect so many resources to achieve our ultimate goal.¡± ¡°Whatever.¡± Isabella yawned. ¡°Anyways, they said that we have to wait until the second month of this summer for the resources to attack the Kingdom of Dawn to be relocated to the battle against the Kingdom of Graycastle, and even this is an optimistic estimate. ¡°This amount of time isn¡¯t too long, but it isn¡¯t short either,¡± thought Zero, ¡°so the wait will both be torturous and make the reward even more enjoyable.¡± ¡°How¡¯s the pill production going?¡± ¡°I think there are about 300,000 to 400,000 pills in storage right now,¡± replied Isabella. ¡°But do you really plan to send all the civilians to battle against the demons? Millions of people would completely exhaust all of Hermes¡¯s resources. Also¡­¡± ¡°Also what?¡± ¡°Also we might not win.¡± She shook her head. ¡°There are so many people that they¡¯ll cause trouble no matter where we place them. Not to mention, their days are numbered after they eat the first pill, so what if the demons don¡¯t attack us in time? If we feed too few, then they¡¯re useless; if we feed too many, we might waste them. Even if the demons all attack at once and are defeated by the crazed army, these people won¡¯t be able to fight anymore.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t understand.¡± Zero stood up, walked over to a large table, and lifted the cover off of it, revealing a map of the Wild Places. ¡°I never planned to use the crazed army to protect Hermes, and the location for the final battle should be somewhere on the Fertile Plains¡­ I think it¡¯ll probably take place at the ruins of the Holy City of Taquila, since it¡¯s closest to us.¡± She pointed at a spot on the map. ¡°Do you want to¡­ initiate an attack?¡± Isabella froze in shock. ¡°We¡¯re desperately lacking time,¡± said Zero calmly. ¡°I¡¯ve never dreamed of completely wiping out the demons. The Holy Book says that only when the Bloody Moon arrives and the Gates of Hell open can the demons build a black spire. Actually, the spire isn¡¯t built¡­ it grows.¡± ¡°Are you saying that those stones are actually alive?¡± Isabella asked in disbelief. ¡°This information can only be found in the personal notes of the Union¡¯s Three Chiefs¡­ the demons¡¯ expansion depends on the black spire¡¯s ability to produce Red Mist, and currently spires are founded in areas with many God¡¯s Stone mineral veins, so their range of influence will continue to grow. In the beginning of the Second Battle of Divine Will, an Extraordinary once led a division of soldiers to approach the Red Mist area underground, and they found a startling sight¡ªan enormous monster was writhing under the spire, and its body was even larger than the Taquila tower itself,¡± Zero said slowly. ¡°That enormous monster was decomposing God¡¯s Stone and turning it into black crystals, which gave off Red Mist. Considering the demons had Chaos Beasts that turned God¡¯s Stones into Magic Stones, it wasn¡¯t difficult to comprehend that they also had this kind of ability.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Isabella opened her mouth and finally spat. ¡°That¡¯s disgusting.¡± ¡°Unfortunately, once the spire is formed, small surprise attacks will be ineffective, so our best bet is to attack them directly. I don¡¯t know how long it takes for the decomposed God¡¯s Stone to grow out of the ground, but it probably doesn¡¯t happen overnight. During this time, demons can only transport Red Mist from their backup resources, so they¡¯ll have very limited strength. We need to use a crazed army that is large enough to defeat the demons to create a path, so the God¡¯s Punishment Army can kill the underground monster,¡± said Zero with great conviction. ¡°If we¡¯re lucky enough, we¡¯ll buy ourselves another 400 years.¡± Chapter 483 Chapter 483: The Distance to God (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Isabella stared at the map in silence for a while. ¡°But the crazed soldiers aren¡¯t God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Although the pills can affect their resolve, it won¡¯t give them unbreakable resolve. In front of truly terrifying enemies, they¡¯ll still be afraid and may even run away¡ªmillions of defecting soldiers are enough to run us all over into dust.¡± ¡°Obviously it won¡¯t be that simple. It would be best if the crazed army mostly consists of the church¡¯s lower level believers, and if the Judgment Army was the core.¡± Zero returned to the window. ¡°And if we want these many believers, we must unite the Four Kingdoms.¡± ¡°What are our chances of winning?¡± ¡°30%? 50%?¡± she replied nonchalantly. ¡°How can I know what our chances of winning are? After all, we¡¯ve never fought against them and can only get the information through ancient books from 400 years ago. Don¡¯t forget what I said before¡­ if we¡¯re lucky enough.¡± This was exactly why it was so exciting¡ªshe was putting the fate of all mankind at stake and placing the few bargaining chips she had all in one basket by fighting the strong with the weak¡­ in a battle where the odds were against them, an unexpected triumph would be all the more sweeter. ¡°The continuation of mankind will depend on their courage, wisdom, faith, and sacrifice in this battle,¡± she thought. ¡°This is probably what God hopes to see¡­ cowards can¡¯t earn his smile.¡± ¡°I hope you¡¯re right.¡± Isabella frowned. ¡°I¡¯m feeling more curious now.¡± ¡°Curious about what?¡± ¡°If Prince Roland of the Kingdom of Graycastle was standing here, what would he do?¡± Zero furrowed her brows. ¡°Why? Do you think he can beat me?¡± ¡°Bishop Tayfun said that he hasn¡¯t heard from the Pure Witch he sent to the Kingdom of Graycastle yet, as if she simply disappeared. She was the one you assigned on the mission to check out the Western Region. Besides her, we also lost Aphra from King¡¯s City, the Bishop candidate Mira, and the church in Longsong Stronghold¡­¡± Isabella paused for a bit. ¡°Don¡¯t you think since the church began targeting the Four Kingdoms, we¡¯ve never suffered so many losses before? It¡¯s as if after we got involved with the Western Region, we have been losing. It¡¯s like¡­ God is protecting him.¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Zero slammed her fist on the table. ¡°You know nothing about God!¡± Isabella was slightly shocked. ¡°I was only kidding¡­ since when did you care so much about God?¡± Zero tried to repress her anger. ¡°He¡¯s merely a mortal! Mortals can only rely on calculations and knowledge, and this will all become part of me. Even though he has ways to fight the demons, the Union will definitely do better!¡± Zero turned around and stared at Isabella. ¡°When the church¡¯s troops march into the Kingdom of Graycastle, you¡¯ll know who really has God¡¯s blessing.¡± As Isabella left the library, she sighed and said, ¡°You¡¯re becoming more and more like a¡­ Pope.¡± Zero sat silently next to the table, her emotions in tumult for a long time, which was uncommon throughout her 200 years of life. She knew what Isabella meant, but she could not explain herself to her¡­ no matter who was Pope, no matter what ideas they had before, as soon as they stepped into the Prayer Room, they would all undergo unpredictable changes. God¡­ really exists. Zero realized that her thoughts had been completely disturbed, so she closed her book and walked to the top floor of the library. It was the highest point of the Pivotal Secret Temple where the Prayer Room was. Zero pushed open a secret door made out of bookshelves, walked up a narrow stone staircase, and entered a windowless room. The room was only a few square feet, not even enough for someone to lie down in. The roof was cone-shaped and encrusted with Magic Stones that gave off a faint blue light. Under the dim lighting, Zero could vaguely see the four walls and hard ground. Besides these, there was nothing in the room, and it was hard to believe that this stuffy and cramped place was the closest location to God. Zero closed her eyes to feel his summoning. Her dark world slowly began to change, as if something entered her mind and displayed a scene in her consciousness¡ªshe knew that this wasn¡¯t a figment of her imagination. Even her soul, which had absorbed hundreds of people, could not see or even imagine such a sight. When the twisting lines slowed down, five large paintings appeared in the expansive world¡­ one floated above her head in a giant ring, and the other four lined of symmetrically in a cross next to her. This was a sign from God. Watching something in her mind was an incredible feeling. Zero knew that this entire scene would disappear as soon as she opened her eyes, so she could only use her consciousness to view every painting¡ªwhen she was focused on the paintings, she felt being brought into them. The large ring-shaped painting on top of her was undoubtedly God himself. It was a dark world with no visible boundaries, and a giant red sphere was suspended in the middle. The sphere was made of magic power, and she could feel its infinite power from simply looking at it. Half of it seemed to be cut off by a knife or hidden in darkness, so only half could be seen. The more closely Zero looked at it, the surer she was of her judgment. It was just too majestic. She was nothing compared to this ball of magic power. She could not even find the words to describe how giant it was, only that even the world under her was dwarfed by this red sphere. The swirls of magic power on its surface were even wider than the ocean, and the light of the shining magic power was even brighter than the sun¡ªbesides God, who else could have such vast powers? This was probably the Bloody Moon recorded in the Holy Book¡ªfrom the side, the half-sphere truly did not look like a full moon. Zero once tried to pray to it, but it did not respond and only floated calmly in the darkness as if it was waiting for the results of the Battle of Divine Will. This was why she was extremely enraged by Isabella¡¯s words. This thing did not give anyone its blessing¡­ she realized after witnessing it in person that humans were insignificant in God¡¯s eyes. After she separated from her thoughts, Zero looked towards the four paintings at the bottom. She believed that the reason the battles that occurred every 400 years were called Battle of Divine Will had something to do with the content of these paintings. The church¡¯s secret history recorded past Union leaders¡¯ and popes¡¯ interpretations of the paintings, and most of them came to the same conclusion¡ªthe location of the ending of the war was in these four paintings. Chapter 484 Chapter 484: The Distance to God (Part II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The first painting had the richest contents. It depicted a throne constructed with swords and bones, and blood red long windows and tall black columns were behind it. It seemed to be a part of a palace. If she completely submerged her consciousness into it, she could even see the city outside the window with endless spires. What caught her attention the most was the Stone Gate that peeked through the city¡ªif the spires around it were the buildings of Hermes residents, then the Stone Gates at least five times as tall as the church¡¯s Tower of Babel, which completely went against common sense. What was more unbelievable was that the inside of the gates was black, as if a large and smooth cloth was covering its middle. However, as she looked closely, there seemed to be an immeasurable depth to the darkness¡­ The more she stared at it, the more uneasy she felt. Zero only focused her attention on the window for a while and soon turned it to the throne. She did not see the lord of the throne today. The things she saw in her mind would sometimes change. For example, she could occasionally see an armored warrior sitting on the throne, his head covered with a frightening black helmet, only revealing a faint red light through his eye sockets. However, this was not very common, and the throne was usually empty. According to the records of secret history, this painting depicted the city where the demons originated from and first appeared¡ªthe Northwestern corner of Land of Dawn. Zero agreed with this theory. The painting¡¯s blood red colors and black spires were very similar to the demons¡¯ living environments, and the helmet of the owner of the throne had a distinct demonic style. The only strange part was that its body was exactly like that of a regular human, and not like the strong and horrific bodies of the Fearsome Demons or Lords of Hell recorded in the Holy Book. Thus, there were many speculations about its identity. Some popes believed that it was the source of evil, while other witches thought that it was a member of the demons that guarded the secrets of God. The second painting was much more mysterious. It had few contents, which seemed to keep moving. At least in Zero¡¯s limited number of observations, she had never seen the same scene twice. This time, she saw water. The light blue water rippled backward against three large skeletons, which were completely hollow inside, but the water was somehow held outside the bones by an invisible barrier. It was as if the giant skeletons were keels supporting the side ports, and she felt like she was in a boat and looking out through the window¡ªexcept these windows spanned the entire wall. Zero was quickly enthralled by the strange scenery in front of her¡­ She was standing at the border between water and sky, with half of her underwater, and the other half floating above. She could see the bright sunlight and sparse clouds above her, but her legs were encased in water. Under the sun, she could clearly see the color of the water changing from light blue on the surface to bright green, and then dark green, as it went deeper and deeper. Suddenly, the scene began to shake, and Zero felt the world tremble below her and almost fell over. She subconsciously tried to open her eyes but stopped herself at the last second. ¡°This isn¡¯t reality,¡± she told herself. ¡°This is God giving you a sign.¡± The water was quickly rising and almost drowned out the sky. Or, perhaps the water was not rising, but she was sinking downwards. Soon, everything outside the window was covered by water, and she even saw red fish swimming by the skeletons. First, there were only a few of them, but then there were more and more, and the dense schools of fish surrounded the invisible barrier like a red ribbon. The water gradually changed from dark green to a dull black, until the scene was shrouded in a complete darkness and totally disappeared. Zero broke out of the painting, panting. This was the first time she experienced such a clear vision, and when the darkness covered her eyesight, she felt like she was about to choke. However, she did not find any useful clues¡ªaccording to the secret history, the contents of the second painting were always changing. Some recorded seeing a giant eyeball, others saw a volcano spewing bubbles and yellow smoke, and others saw a bottomless abyss giving off a faint light. No observers had ever seen the same thing. She rested for a while and turned her attention to the third painting. However, there was still nothing in it¡­ it was like the world outside the frame, dark and dead silent. The secret history mentioned that in the beginning of the first Battle of Divine Will, there was something in the painting¡­ but this recording was so ancient that its pages were tattered and basically illegible. However, she was certain that a hundred years after the Battle of Divine Will, this painting turned black and never showed anything ever again. The fourth painting was not at all mentioned in the secret history. It was difficult for Zero to understand as if they were all in agreement to hide something¡ªif even the sole messenger of secrets, the pope, did not have the right to know, then the secret would be unknown to everyone forever. The painting depicted a wall. It was an unassuming rough gray stone wall. Parts of the gray paint were chipped off, revealing the cracked stone blocks under it. It had obviously stood here for a long time. Besides this wall, there was nothing else. After staying in the painting for a while, Zero started to feel exhausted. Reading God¡¯s signs took a lot of energy, and even she could not do it for a long time. Zero opened her eyes to disconnect from the sphere of magic power, causing the dark world and giant paintings to disappear, and she was back in the dim small room. She sighed deeply and stumbled down the stairs, only recovering after drinking off her cold black tea in the library. Although God did not give her any response, her anger before was completely calmed. ¡°Isabella knows nothing about God, but I do.¡± Zero looked out the window at the busy figures under the tower, and her feeling of control returned. Her experiences during the past 200 years made her disregard everything in this world, but after she became the Pope, she realized that she had only scratched the surface in understanding the world¡ªnow, she faced a whole new mystery, and her immortality was perfect for solving it. Zero felt in her heart that she was the real person chosen by God. If she could approach God, it was worth the 400 years¡¯ wait, even thousands of years. Chapter 485 Chapter 485: The Day of Leaving Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Here comes the ship.¡± A sail peeked over the end of the light gray horizon. There were no other merchant ships around, so it had to be a ship from Sleeping Island. ¡°Uh-huh,¡± Tilly gently replied, her voice muffled by the sounds of the sea washing onto the shoals. She had turned her back to Roland, so he could not see her face. ¡°We¡¯re leaving now,¡± Andrea said regrettably. ¡°I really liked your domain, and I¡¯ve no idea if I can make the same delicious ice cream bread as you have here when I¡¯m back at Sleeping Island.¡± Along with a bolt rifle, Roland had given her the ice cream recipe as well. ¡°As long as you have eggs and milk, it won¡¯t taste too bad. When you come back to Border Town¡­ no, City of Neverwinter next time, I¡¯ll have more delicious food for you.¡± ¡°Will it be even tastier than ice cream?¡± Andrea held her stray hair and said with a laugh, ¡°You¡¯d better not lie to me. I have your word.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re reluctant to leave, you could stay here,¡± Ashes laid out her hands and said. ¡°Princess Tilly definitely won¡¯t mind leaving such a gluttonous witch like you behind¡ªyou won¡¯t be allowed to eat as much as you want on Sleeping Island.¡± ¡°Is that true? I won¡¯t give you any ice cream when we get back.¡± Andrea stared at her. ¡°You should just eat your dried fish and drink your fishy soup every day.¡± As they continued to bicker, the sailboat neared the coast. The flying pink flag on the top of the mast told everyone it was the Charming Beauty. Shavi summoned the invisible barrier, which allowed her to travel and move between the shoal and the ship, enabling her to carry all the books, goods and materials to the ship, without docking. Then, she carried the card-playing three and Princess Tilly, but as Tilly was stepping into the barrier, Roland called her name. ¡°¡­ What?¡± She turned her head, her eyes revealing a complex mixture of emotions. Roland was not good at saying goodbye and had stopped her without forethought. He took a deep breath and shouted, ¡°If you have any problems on Sleeping Island, you can tell me. I¡¯ll do my best to help you. And remember that you¡¯re always welcome in the City of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°¡­ ¡± Tilly smiled after a moment. ¡°Thank you, and you too.¡± ¡°Goodbye, everyone.¡± Andrea and Shavi shouted while waving their hands. Ashes did not say anything and just waved her hand too. After their farewell, the barrier carried the witches to the Charming Beauty quickly. ¡°What¡¯s wrong? You don¡¯t want them to leave?¡± Nightingale asked from behind him. ¡°I just think it¡¯s a pity. There are 300 witches¡­ It would be wonderful if they all moved to the Western Region,¡± said Roland with a fake casualness. ¡°Yeah, and then you¡¯d feel even more guilty.¡± Nightingale rolled her eyes at him. ¡°Guilty?¡± Roland felt terrified and asked. ¡°Why? Living here is better than living on Sleeping Island, isn¡¯t it?¡± Anna was also confused. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t understand, even if I told you.¡± Nightingale turned around and walked towards the hot air balloon. ¡°And that¡¯s the most irritating part.¡± Watching her walk away, Roland felt a sense of relief. Nightingale had disappeared for the last two days, and now she was finally back to normal, so he had nothing to worry about. ¡°Let¡¯s go. There¡¯re a lot of things for us to do,¡± Wendy said while smiling. ¡°OK.¡± Roland and Anna smiled and walked to Cloud Gazer while holding hands. ¡­ Back in his office, Roland opened his notebook and thought about how he would develop his domain in the coming year. Undoubtedly, there were two things of the utmost importance that needed addressing. The first thing to do was to dethrone Timothy and stop him from diminishing the countrymen with the Berserk Pills. This could also greatly expand Roland¡¯s reputation and prepare everyone for the unification of the Kingdom of Graycastle. The second was to absorb Longsong Stronghold as soon as possible to put the City of Neverwinter on the track for construction. Iron Axe, Carter, Theo in King¡¯s City, and he had already discussed the former many times, and they decided to launch the spring offensive at the end of April, which would be at the end of this month. It was the plowing time in many cities, which would not affect the professional First Army, but would affect the traditional noble, because people would be constrained by their crops and unwilling to start a war at the risk of starvation. If the army suddenly appeared at the outskirts of King¡¯s City, Timothy would be totally unprepared. The steam engine plant, ammunition factory, and concrete boat plant were all busy producing resources for battle. Meanwhile, logistics operations were at full speed. Plus the City Hall boasted enough manpower, and the First Army was experienced in battles. Roland had a good grasp on the necessary resources and their deployment, so he was not worried at all about either. The most important thing at the moment was to utilize the resources of Stronghold. Thinking of this, Roland told Barov to come to his office. ¡°Have you cataloged all of the industries in Longsong Stronghold and its surrounding territories?¡± Barov pulled out a notebook. ¡°It¡¯s all in here, Your Highness. The primary income was from the mining industry and salt industry, especially the former¡ªthere was a high-quality gem mine to the west of Longsong Stronghold near the Impassable Mountain Range, whose output accounted for more than half of the Stronghold¡¯s income.¡± ¡°Gem mine?¡± Roland was not interested in luxuries. ¡°Isn¡¯t there also a gem mine in the North Slope Mine? Why did that town appear so poorly last time I visited?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not the same, Your Highness.¡± Barov rubbed his hands and said, ¡°The gems of the North Slope Mine are the byproducts of other mineral veins, so the quantity is very small, and they might not even be good enough to be made into jewelry when they¡¯re cut. But the gem mine in Stronghold is full of colorful stones on the prism, and each of them can easily be made into a high-quality multicolored stone. The gems are worth dozens of gold royals once sold in King¡¯s City, and the output and quality are far better than that of the gems from the North Slope Mine.¡± ¡°A multicolored stone?¡± Roland asked curiously, ¡°What does it look like?¡± ¡°It¡¯s generally transparent and has no fixed color. It reflects many different colors under the sunlight, from light green to orange-red, and it shows multiple colors after being cut. It¡¯s more like crystallized sunlight than a normal ruby or sapphire.¡± Barov paused. ¡°The multicolored stone of the Kingdom of Graycastle, the Ice Stone of the Kingdom of Everwinter and the luminary stone of the Kingdom of Dawn are the most popular gems among the noble.¡± ¡°That gem sounded pretty luxurious.¡± Roland thought. ¡°Maybe it could be used to make a ring for Anna. But, the gem mine has little value when talking about the improvement of people¡¯s livelihood.''¡± Roland asked, ¡°Any other mineral resources?¡± ¡°The Maple Family and the Wild Rose Family each have an iron ore mine,¡± Barov said, ¡°but, they¡¯re both smaller than the North Slope Mine.¡± ¡°The domains of the two families are both surrounded by the Impassable Mountain Range¡ªthese mountains crossing the Four Kingdoms may be full of treasure,¡± Roland thought. ¡°Maybe I can explore along the foot of the mountain with Sylvie to find an ore reserve for the City of Neverwinter. After all, steel is a powerful resource for industrial manufacturing.¡± Chapter 486 Chapter 486: A Call for Help Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What about the salt industry?¡± There were many ore resources in the Western Region, so it was not surprising that mining was the primary industry of Stronghold. However, this was the first mention of the salt industry, and Prince Roland had no knowledge of local specialties. In Roland¡¯s opinion, salt should be the main industry in coastal cities. ¡°Stronghold, the Elk Family, and the Honeysuckle Family each have one salt well. In fact, the three salt wells are very close to each other and basically located on the borders of their domains. I heard that over 200 years ago, civil wars in the Western Region often happened there and lasted for 50 years.¡± Barov stroked his mustache. Roland wondered if the three nobilities occupying the area had then become the biggest winners. He asked with great interest, ¡°What¡¯s the output of these salt wells?¡± ¡°Besides supplying the Western Region, the salt was also sold to Fallen Dragon Ridge, Redwater City, and some other small villages along the way.¡± Barov leafed through his notebook. ¡°It accounted for almost 15% of the Stronghold income.¡± ¡°Why such a low percentage?¡± Roland asked in surprise. ¡°The market price for salt isn¡¯t low.¡± ¡°It¡¯s too hard to get the salt out of the deep pit.¡± Barov shook his head. ¡°I know a nobleman in Silver City who has a salt well in his domain. It¡¯s about the size of a human head and too small for a cask. People mine it by putting water in and scooping it up with a bamboo stick after the salt melts.¡± ¡°Why not expand the well?¡± Barov smiled smugly. ¡°Your Highness, the salt bed is too deep. If we dig it like a water well, its walls will collapse. According to him, the salt well has been mined from his grandfather¡¯s generation, and now the well is as deep as a belfry in King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Roland thought. Limited by the depth, people here mined salt wells using the brine method, but the process could be improved. Lifting the salt mine with Lotus¡¯s power or extracting the brine with a steam engine would be more efficient. An abundant salt supply would not only bring great profits to the City of Neverwinter, but also popularize healthier and more delicious food to the subjects. The salt they had at present was crude and saline with all kinds of impurities and foreign substance. ¡°I see.¡± At this thought, the prince nodded with satisfaction. ¡°You can go now. Don¡¯t forget to do population expansion work. The Months of Demons just passed, so it¡¯s a good time to recruit before refugees starve without their crops.¡± ¡°I had the same thought, Your Highness,¡± Barrow said with his hand on his chest, ¡°The new emissary delegation will leave soon, and I think they will gain more than last year.¡± After the chief left, Roland was about to plan how to deal with the Stronghold resources, when he heard a knocking on the window. He turned his head and found a gray falcon lying on the window grille with a note on its foot. Nightingale opened the window and let the flying messenger in. It was a letter from Petrov Hull in Longsong. Roland read the letter quickly and could not help but laugh. After Nightingale came back to Border Area with him, it had been difficult to continue the fight against crime. They received all kinds of reports from the masses, and it was difficult to identify what was true, and what had been made up for the cash reward. Less than half of the Rats had applied for jobs. The new Minister of Justice, Rene Medde was busy all day long and could not control the Black Street Forces. If it went on like this, public safety would deteriorate. Petrov had written at the end of the letter that he wanted the prince to help him with manpower and technology, but Roland knew he actually wanted Nightingale and Vader to help the Earl of the Elk Family. He gave the letter to Nightingale. She glanced at it and said, ¡°They can¡¯t hold Stronghold anymore?¡± ¡°The former Ragingfire was just a response to the war among the masses. He has no experience in battling or capturing the Rats.¡± Roland smiled and said, ¡°As I expected, they have a long way to go in fighting the Rats, and there¡¯ll be many relapses. But they¡¯ll eventually be destroyed with powerful measures and given a better way of life. Once they¡¯re on the right track, it¡¯ll be hard to stray into evil again. This is the case for both people and cities.¡± ¡°Do you want me to go?¡± Nightingale sighed. ¡°Don¡¯t forget that Longsong and Border Town are one city now. Don¡¯t separate them from each other.¡± He shrugged. ¡°I said at the expansion meeting that there¡¯ll be a day when we could have breakfast in Border Area and work in Longsong Area half an hour later. And you are in charge of the Security Bureau, you are expected to travel between the two places and inspect the work.¡± ¡°If I go, what will protect you?¡± She shook her head. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me there¡¯ll be no danger. You are the thorn in Timothy and the church¡¯s side, and only I can stop assassin witches.¡± Roland wanted to say that he had the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation and would not be hurt by a normal witch, but he realized that was not what she was worried about. ¡°Listen to me.¡± She cut in, ¡°You can¡¯t make me promise anything, and Wendy and Scroll will agree with me. You¡¯re the most important person in the Witch Union¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go with you.¡± ¡°Ahem, re-really¡­ ¡± Nightingale choked in shock and turned her head to avoid his gaze. ¡°I guess I¡¯m the only one who can help them.¡± The prince could not help but laugh. ¡°Take Summer with you. It¡¯s time for her to practice.¡± ¡°And Sylvie and Soraya should go too to establish the identification systems while checking out the mines, and maybe even build up the City Hall,¡± he thought. ¡°I wonder how the training of the nobility in Longsong Stronghold is going.¡± ¡­ Three days later, Roland boarded with the witches and the nobility in Stronghold to go to Longsong Area. Looking at the cement paddle steamer and the coal cinder in the deck seams in the Redwater River, he sighed. It seemed impossible to reach Longsong Stronghold in one day, this speed was still too slow for him. After all, time was money. Roland planned to build an exclusive luxury high-speed ship. Chapter 487 Chapter 487: The Guarding Shield Translator: TransN Editor: TransN By dusk, the ship reached the port of the inland river near Longsong Stronghold. Petrov had heard about their trip and greeted them at the port with his followers. When they returned the castle, a grand welcoming banquet awaited them in the hall of the first floor. After taking over Longsong Stronghold, something changed in Roland¡¯s heart. When watching the nobles giving toasts to each other, he felt the money spent on the banquet came out of his own pocket. After briefly greeted the eldest son of the Honeysuckle Family, he cut to the chase. ¡°Have the Rats come out again?¡± ¡°Judging from the reports we received, it seems so.¡± Petrov made a gesture to guide the prince to a corner of the hall. ¡°Compared with the former organized Black Street groups, the criminals we recently arrested mostly acted individually, such as thieves, burglars, and murderers, all of whom were pulled to the square to be hung. Since you asked us to judge with adequate proof, the criminals we executed were only a small portion of all the reported criminals. Verifying the information in hand took quite some time. Besides¡­¡± The eldest son of the Honeysuckle Family paused. ¡°We¡¯re in a great trouble recently.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Someone openly resisted your policies, Your Highness,¡± Petrov said in a worried tone. ¡°Earl Medde knows more about it. I¡¯ll ask him to tell you in detail.¡± ¡°Your Highness, the Elk Family greets you.¡± After being summoned, Rene came and bowed to the prince, and then he began to tell the whole story. ¡°Recently, something serious happened in North Street of the outer town¡­ Um, Sheriff Vader would call it a serial killing case.¡± ¡°Um, it¡¯s actually what I would call it.¡± This triggered Roland¡¯s interests. ¡°Carry on.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Rene Medde said in a serious voice. ¡°Since three days ago, a resident has been found dead at home every night. The victims were all male, lived alone, had no families, and most importantly, they applied for jobs in the City Hall.¡± The prince frowned. ¡°Were they regular employees?¡± ¡°If handymen can be counted as full-time job, then yes.¡± The Earl of the Elk Family nodded. ¡°In the room of each victim, there was a painting drawn with blood¡ªa crown and a cross. Because of the identical mark, I sought confirmation from the City Hall and then found all the victims were among the list of people who were about to be sent to the Redriver District to build houses. ¡°You think their intention is¡­¡± ¡°To sabotage your enrollment plan, Your Highness,¡± Rene replied. ¡°Rumors have been spreading in North Street saying that whoever applies for a job in the City Hall will be a target for killers.¡± ¡°I believe that¡¯s what¡¯s happening.¡± Petrov chimed. ¡°We¡¯ve employed less than we¡¯d expected, and there¡¯re barely any applicants from North Street. Moreover, there¡¯re applicants who regret applying and say that they¡¯re physically unfit for going out of town and hope that the officials can take their names off the City Hall¡¯s enrollment list. Now, the rumor is only spread in North Street, but if it goes as far as other blocks, it could sabotage your construction plan.¡± Roland contemplated for a moment. ¡°Have you got any clues about the suspect?¡± ¡°We¡­¡± Rene opened his mouth and said after a while, ¡°There were no witnesses to the crimes, so we¡¯ve no idea where to start the searching.¡± ¡°Really¡­¡± Roland felt surprised. ¡°How did you solve such cases on previous occasions?¡± ¡°Do you mean the patrol team?¡± The young Earl of the Elk Family hesitated for a while. ¡°As far as I know, they didn¡¯t have standard handling methods. If it was an influential case where the families of the victim appealed to the Lord, and the Lord decided to show his subjects justice, he would pressure the Black Street gangsters and order the Rats to hand over the criminal¡ªthe patrol team didn¡¯t care if the person they handed over was only a scapegoat or not. If the victim was only a foreigner or lived alone, the patrol team would usually ignore it.¡± ¡°This is outrageous!¡± Roland was shocked. ¡°The patrol party¡¯s way of handling such cases is equal to handing over the jurisdiction to the Rats. No wonder people were saying that Rats were the other party who ruled the city. Besides, in this era, there seems to be no such a thing as a criminal investigation, so if there¡¯s no witness in a murder case, it¡¯ll most likely become suspended¡ªof course, that¡¯s only the case for civilians. Border Town has always been under Nightingale¡¯s supervision, plus it has a simple population composition, so all the crimes here are instantly cracked, which led to my neglect of this matter. Although Rene didn¡¯t say so, he might think that my request of a verdict on verified evidence is too demanding. But no matter what, I won¡¯t allow the using of scapegoats in my territory.¡± ¡°I see. From tomorrow on, the Security Bureau will take over this case, and all you need to do is to cooperate.¡± ¡°Yes. Thank you, Your Highness,¡± Rene said joyfully. ¡­ After the banquet, Roland returned to his study on the top floor of the castle. The interior of the study looked very different now¡ªthe book shelves around the walls were all torn down, and a soft couch, a tea table, and cushions were added. Behind the desk, the wall was knocked open, and two French windows were installed. Although they were not made of crystal glass, they greatly expanded the view of the room. Through the slightly tinted glass, Roland overlooked Stronghold, enveloped in darkness, and nodded with satisfaction. It seems Petrov followed my orders with great care, which means my choosing him as my deputy was a wise decision. ¡°How do you plan to handle this?¡± Nightingale emerged from the Mist sitting on the desk with her legs crossed. ¡°I¡¯m not planning to handle it at all.¡± The prince smiled, shaking his head. ¡°Now that all the nobles have returned to Longsong, tomorrow the primary work is to have them establish the secondary City Hall, divide them into departments, and place some people in charge. The sooner the structure is established, the earlier Soraya can draw identification cards. You¡¯ll be the one in charge of fighting crimes.¡± ¡°Me?¡± ¡°You¡¯re the head of the Security Bureau, so it¡¯s totally up to you to decide how to solve a case¡­ The whole police department of the City of Neverwinter is in your command; both Vader and Rene are your subordinates.¡± ¡°But didn¡¯t you always say that the authority of the departments should be separated, and administrative status should be equal?¡± Nightingale felt bewildered. ¡°I don¡¯t understand how the City Hall operates, but this arrangement seems to put the Security Bureau above the City Hall.¡± ¡°Territorial security is top priority, which is exactly why you report directly to me,¡± Roland said affirmatively. ¡°Not only for the police department, but all the examination work for the City Hall and the army will be carried out by you. Indeed, each department should be separated and not interfere with one another, but there needs a web that binds them together and stops power abuse and corruption. It¡¯ll prevent the collapse of the new system from within. You must have heard the saying: the firmest defense collapses from within.¡± He paused for a while, looking into Nightingale¡¯s eyes. ¡°You¡¯re the most powerful shield to prevent all these things from happening. Now, both my personal safety and the security of the territory are in your hands.¡± .¡± Chapter 488 Chapter 488: The Breeding Ground for Evil Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°We¡¯re going to catch all the criminals and stop them from perpetrating in the City of Neverwinter!¡± Nightingale held onto Summer¡¯s shoulder and said loudly. ¡°Uh, yes¡­ Lady Nightingale.¡± Summer then shrank back. ¡°But it¡¯s time to go to sleep¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s still early. Let¡¯s talk about the countermeasures for tomorrow.¡± Her eyes were sparkling. ¡°No one can escape our hunting, not even the most cunning Rat! Right, you can call me sister instead.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Sister Nightingale.¡± Oh, my God, Summer did not understand, why as an ordinary townsman, she had to catch criminals. Wasn¡¯t it the patrol party¡¯s job? Plus, Lady Nightingale¡­ no, Sister Nightingale had been so excited since she had returned from the prince¡¯s office. She had been saying ¡°catching criminals¡± over and over again. ¡°She¡¯s really a witch who hates evils as she does her own enemies.¡± Summer said to herself. ¡°But can I really help her?¡± As Summer thought about this, she asked cautiously. ¡°What shall we do? I¡¯ve never caught a criminal.¡± ¡°It¡¯s my job to catch the criminals,¡± Nightingale patted her chest proudly and said, ¡°And, you only need to rebuild the crime scene to show us who the murder was!¡± ¡°You mean the exact moment of the killing?¡± Summer hesitated and continued, ¡°But, how can I know when exactly the killer did it?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Nightingale paused. ¡°You¡¯re right. How often can you use your ability?¡± ¡°I practiced with Sister Wendy for a week and four times is the limit now, I think that¡¯s the best I can do,¡± Summer said with frustration. ¡°My magic power is very limited and if the illusion lasts a little longer, the number of uses will decrease. Besides, I cannot rebuild a scene from two days earlier, otherwise, the magic power will run out very fast.¡± ¡°How long can the illusion last?¡± ¡°Half, half a quarter.¡± ¡°Um¡­ that¡¯s rather short.¡± Nightingale paced to and fro at the bedside. ¡°It¡¯ll be troublesome if the flashback doesn¡¯t reveal the criminal.¡± She meditated for a few minutes. ¡°If you reduce the lasting time of each illusion, can you try a few more times?¡± ¡°Maybe I can, but I¡¯m not sure,¡± Summer murmured, ¡°Sister Wendy told me if I could control the magic power accurately, I would be able to control the length of time. But every time I summon my power, I always feel the magic waning quickly.¡± ¡°It¡¯s such a pity Countess Spear isn¡¯t here,¡± Nightingale said with a regretful look. ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s deduce a time and take a chance.¡± ¡°Take, take a chance?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Nightingale said, laughing. ¡°I¡¯m always pretty lucky; otherwise, I wouldn¡¯t ever have met Prince Roland.¡± She suddenly became sad at these words. ¡°¡­ if only it could have been a few days earlier.¡± ¡°How could that be considered as lucky?¡± Summer shouted in her mind. ¡°Anyway, luck is unreliable! My ability won¡¯t work even a few hours later, let alone days. Can we really catch criminals tomorrow?¡± ¡°Well, now go to sleep.¡± Nightingale blew out the candles and darkness soon enveloped the room. ¡°Uh-uh.¡± Summer answered and climbed onto the big bed. The soft bedding covered her immediately. ¡°God, this is the bed of a noble? It¡¯s too comfortable.¡± Summer buried her head into the clean pillow and felt her body sinking into the bed. She stretched her body and quickly started to fall asleep. Do all the witches in the castle sleep with such comfortable bedding? If I slept on such a bed, I wouldn¡¯t ever feel like getting up again. She could hear Nightingale mumbling while she was trying to fall asleep. ¡°I¡¯m his shield¡­¡± And then Summer fell asleep. ¡­ Early the next morning, she was woken up by Nightingale. ¡°Hurry up. We ought to go,¡± Nightingale said energetically. ¡°Yes¡­¡± Summer struggled to get off the bed, put on her coat, and went downstairs with Nightingale. In the lobby, there was a tall man with brown hair pacing back and forth. When he saw them, he stepped forward and said with a bow, ¡°Good morning. I¡¯m Rene Medde, the Earl of the Elk Family. I¡¯ve been waiting for you, you must be Lady Nightingale, and this is¡­¡± ¡°Summer, she¡¯s my assistant.¡± Nightingale raised her head a little. ¡± She¡¯s a witch, too.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± He looked a little surprised but quickly nodded at Summer. ¡°That¡¯s great. The criminals will have nowhere to go if I get your help.¡± ¡°Where is your staff?¡± ¡°They¡¯re all waiting outside the castle.¡± ¡°Very well. Ask them to wait a little while longer, I haven¡¯t had my breakfast yet.¡± ¡°Of course, please take your time.¡± Summer fixed her eyes on them until Nightingale turned into the dining room. She hurried to follow at her heels. ¡°God, is this Sister Nightingale? She hadn¡¯t seen Sister Nightingale so dignified and serious¡ªNo, not exactly. She¡¯s so supercilious as if she were a noble.¡± That¡¯s definitely not something to be expected from a civilian. Besides, the man is an Earl. In Valencia, the young Earl would be the perfect lover in every woman¡¯s eyes. If I were Sister Nightingale, I¡¯d be too nervous to say a word. But Sister Nightingale seemed not care about this and kept him waiting for her. ¡°Is this all right?¡± Summer asked with concerns. ¡°Take it easy. His Highness told me that a noble is just a title in his territory and even the Earl won¡¯t devour you.¡± Nightingale smiled. ¡°Besides, Security Bureau is superior to the City Hall and I¡¯m his boss. Why can¡¯t I make him wait for me?¡± Summer felt the woman was suddenly beyond her reach. After breakfast, they left the castle to investigate the scene of the murder. Last night, another victim died at home. This time, however, it was on the corner of North Street and West Street. ¡°It is the fourth one.¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°And the murderer is moving to the west.¡± ¡°It shows the killer realized the propagating effect of committing crimes only in a specific block was unsatisfactory,¡± Rene nodded. ¡°After all, the Rats¡¯ organization no longer exists.¡± Walking not too far down a muddy alley, the leading police officer stopped at a tumble-down cabin. ¡°Sir, it¡¯s here.¡± Summer walked into the cabin after Nightingale and her heart skipped a beat. A man was lying on the floor with his neck cut open and his vital fluid everywhere. There was a crossed crown on the wall facing the door and the heavy, metallic smell of blood filled the room. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± She had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from throwing up. Chapter 489 Chapter 489: Tracking down the Criminal Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Is this the first time you¡¯ve witnessed a scene like this?¡± Rene came up to her, looking quite concerned. ¡°Perhaps it¡¯ll be better if you go outside and get some fresh air.¡± ¡°No. No, thanks.¡± Seeing Nightingale squatting by the body examining the wounds, Summer declined the offer. If Nightingale was still able to keep her composure at such a horrible crime scene¡­ she must also stay here. Summer continued, ¡°I, uh, feel much better now.¡± ¡°When was he found?¡± Nightingale turned questioning. ¡°Early this morning. The residents nearby found his body when they went to draw water. It was before sunrise. The door was left wide open as it is now, as if the killer wanted to announce the death to the whole community.¡± Rene answered. ¡°In the past, it would take two or three days for us to hear about something like this. The City Hall has been offering rewards for information, so it was reported sooner.¡± ¡°Do you know the victim¡¯s identity?¡± ¡°Shovel, freeman.¡± Rene glanced about the room. ¡°Nothing valuable has been found. Um¡­ it looks like he used to be a Rat, too.¡± ¡°Did anyone see him last night?¡± ¡°I checked. Nobody.¡± ¡°Any noises heard?¡± ¡°None.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t sound right; a strong man like him?¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°Even if his throat was slit, he wouldn¡¯t die immediately. Someone should have heard him struggling for life or banging on the floor. Are you sure they weren¡¯t lying?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think so,¡± Rene replied hesitantly. ¡°The murder has sparked panic among the community. Plus, the residents get rewards for assisting the police. They shouldn¡¯t have any reason to lie.¡± ¡°Well, bring them here. I¡¯ll interview them myself. And, Summer?¡± Nightingale looked toward her assistant. ¡°Yes?¡± Summer responded with a shiver. ¡°Go to the castle and bring Soraya here.¡± ¡°Uh, sure.¡± Summer staggered out and ran toward the castle. Somehow, she found the way in which Nightingale gave commands utterly beautiful. Everything about her character demonstrated great confidence. No wonder His Highness trusted her with the Security Bureau. ¡­ When Summer came back, there were another two people following her. ¡°Why didn¡¯t His Highness ask me to deal with such matters?¡± Lightning flew into the room, exclaiming. ¡°He¡¯s unfair!¡± ¡°Coo, coo!¡± Maggie rejoined. ¡°I couldn¡¯t stop them,¡± Summer said timidly. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you protect Prince Roland while I¡¯m away?¡± Nightingale¡¯s brows went up a fraction of an inch. ¡°This isn¡¯t an adventure game!¡± ¡°Relax. Sylvie¡¯s there, nobody can easily approach His Highness,¡± Lightning winked. ¡°Besides, His Highness is going to call a meeting with the nobles and there¡¯ll be no danger in the castle hall.¡± ¡°How incredible¡­¡± thought Summer. How could these two girls act so airily at such a horrendous crime scene? Especially Lightning. She was several years younger, and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. What on earth had they been through since becoming witches? ¡°Who are these?¡± Rene and the other policemen stared at the girl and the bird, eyes wide open. ¡°They¡¯re witches.¡± Nightingale grumbled. ¡°Anyway, you ought to get back to the castle before the end of the meeting. Got it?¡± ¡°Aw¡­¡± Lightning pouted. ¡°Um, you wanted me to draw the body?¡± Soraya was the last to enter the room. Summer felt slightly relieved when she noticed Soraya looking as ghastly pale as herself. ¡°Not the body, the murderer.¡± Nightingale closed the door and disclosed the plan. ¡°Once we¡¯ve got a picture of the killer, we¡¯ll post it on the bulletin boards at the square and offer cash rewards to people who provide tips. This should be the fastest way to find him.¡± The Earl of the Elk Family gasped. ¡°You mean the witch here, Miss Summer, can reconstruct the crime scene?¡± ¡°It depends. She can maintain the illusion for only a limited period of time, so we also need a bit of luck. You¡¯ll see.¡± Nightingale gave Summer a nod of approval. ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Summer shut her eyes and traced time back to somewhere between midnight and dawn as Nightingale instructed. In the darkness, her magic power streamed from the tips of her fingers and intertwined, gradually forming a clear image. Slowly, some wooden planks, a bed, a table and a room took shape. A house was constructed in her mind. The victim was lying on the floor, his blood running onto the bumpy ground. The previously locked door was pushed open. ¡°Is this the witch¡¯s power?¡± ¡°It¡¯s unbelievable!¡± ¡°Gracious! The illusion is so lifelike. It¡¯s almost like the demons¡¯ power.¡± ¡°Hush! Shut up!¡± The surrounding police hushed to a whisper. ¡°It seems he¡¯s already dead.¡± Nightingale patted Summer on her shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t waste your magic power. Switch to another time point.¡± The second time, Summer traced the event back to somewhere close to midnight. The figure on the floor disappeared abruptly, and the victim was lying in bed, appearing to be in deep slumber. ¡°Does this mean he was killed between the two periods of time?¡± Rene asked in bewilderment. ¡°Correct. The killer took action between midnight and three o¡¯clock this morning. ¡°I got it! Miss Summer¡¯s power doesn¡¯t last long, and we¡¯re likely to miss the exact moment the murderer was committing the crime. That¡¯s why you said we needed a bit of luck!¡± ¡°Precisely,¡± said Nightingale. ¡°It likely took a long time for the murderer to leave these marks after he finished the business. Summer, you just start from somewhere close to three o¡¯clock.¡± Summer nodded and heaved a heavy breath. She summoned her power again and set the time between two and three. The magic power swarmed toward the wall and revealed a stranger standing at the bedside. He was drawing something on the wall with the bloodstained sheet. ¡°It looks like we¡¯ve found him.¡± Nightingale smiled. ¡°Lucky indeed.¡± ¡°So this man is the killer, coo?¡± ¡°He looks like nothing special¡­ I thought it would at least be someone stout and strong.¡± Lightning remarked in disappointment. ¡°I can only draw a side face from this angle.¡± Soraya looked at the murderer from the wall. ¡°Is there any way to turn him around?¡± ¡°Summer, I¡¯ll leave it to you.¡± Nightingale instructed. ¡°Alright.¡± Without further explanation from Nightingale, Summer knew what to do. She pushed the time of the last illusion a quarter backward. This time, everyone saw clearly what the murderer looked like. He first strangled Shovel to death with a rope, dragged him to the floor and then slit his throat with a dagger. During the whole process, Shovel was sleeping like a log without any signs of struggling. It suddenly struck Rene when he turned and noticed a water tank in the corner of the room. ¡°Did he drink Dreamland Water?¡± ¡°It looks like it.¡± Nightingale nodded. ¡°That¡¯s why there was no noise. The killer slit his throat just to obtain some blood. The victim had already been dead.¡± ¡°My, my lord! I¡¯ve seen this man before!¡± said a police officer suddenly. ¡°What?¡± Both Nightingale and Rene rested their eyes on him. The police officer paused a moment before continuing. ¡°His name is Maans, and he used to be a patroller. I¡¯ve dealt with him before.¡± ¡°Do you know where he lives?¡± Rene pursued. ¡°I remember he lives in the inner city¡­ West Street, near the Sheep Tavern.¡± ¡°Very well. We don¡¯t even need to search him out. It appears God is on our side.¡± Nightingale scoffed. ¡°He can¡¯t get away with it. Let¡¯s go!¡± ¡°Yes, my lord!¡± The police shouted in unison. Chapter 490 Chapter 490: The Real Target Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Upon arriving at the Sheep Tavern, the group promptly obtained Maans¡¯ address through enquiry. ¡°I¡¯ll go in first to take a look. You guys enter from the front door afterwards. Summer, keep an eye on Lightning and Maggie. Don¡¯t let them in.¡± Nightingale entered her Mist and vanished after delivering the order. In her world of black and white, the lines that constructed everything started to twist and distort. She soon located a crack invisible to the naked eye and glided through the wall effortlessly. The man¡¯s abode was as humble as Shovel¡¯s. It appeared that Maans had been destitute since losing his job as a patroller. She could see clearly so she knew that there was no God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation in the vicinity. Nightingale soon spotted her target in the bedroom. The man was sound asleep beneath the blanket. His coat hung at the bedside with blood smears still on its sleeves. Nightingale returned to the drawing room to open the door. The police swarmed in. They pushed Maans, who had just woken up with a start, back on the bed and tied him up. ¡°Who are you? Let me go!¡± He yelled with horror. ¡°You¡¯re under arrest for murders!¡± Rene silenced him with two loud slaps. ¡°How dare you plot against His Highness. It¡¯d be merciful even to have you hanged at the city gate!¡± ¡°No, I, I didn¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t!?¡± The slaps turned into punches. After a few muffled sounds, Maans gasped in pain, his mouth full of blood and his front tooth falling out. ¡°We saw you murder Shovel last night. Do you think we¡¯ll believe your cunning excuses? You used Dreamland Water to knock him out. Then, you strangled him to death before cutting his throat to avoid getting blood on you. That was pretty smart, eh?¡± Maans did not say a word, but his eyes were filled with shock and terror. ¡°Who gave you the order to kill Rats applying for jobs? Who instructed you to draw a crossed crown with blood at the crime scene?¡± Nightingale picked up a glass bottle from the night stand, it was filled halfway with light blue liquid. ¡°Dreamland Water isn¡¯t cheap, and it isn¡¯t easy to get a hold of it now that the gangs have been eradicated.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°We might exempt you from death penalties if you spit all out.¡± Rene clasped his hands. ¡°Otherwise, I¡¯ll make you fully understand the consequences of infuriating a noble.¡± Nightingale did not stop his threat, even though she knew the Earl of the Elk Family was lying. Like His Highness had said, security was the top priority, and anyone who posed a threat to it should be punished severely. Maans hesitated, more punches landed on him. The knight, who had received professional combat training, hit him between the abdomen and the ribs with just the right amount of strength to inflict excruciating pain, but not enough to cause death. ¡°Mercy! Mercy! I¡¯m sorry, my lord! It was a guy from the inner city, he told me to do it! He¡¯ll pay me four gold royals for each person I kill. He said by doing this, people will nurse a grudge against the police and think those black uniform guys are incapable of protecting the public. In this way, we can reassemble the patrol party!¡± Maans collapsed. He was not a strong-minded person. A person who stood firm in his spirit would never choose to be a patroller and benefit himself through robbery and pillage, and certainly would not take four lives for just a few gold royals. Nightingale believed he had probably never expected to be tracked down by the Ministry of Justice so soon after committing the crime, and definitely never thought he would be found out in a city of 20,000 people in merely four days. Maans confessed everything tearfully, smearing blood and snot all over his collar. ¡°I don¡¯t know how he found me. Our first meeting was at a tavern. He handed me that bottle of Dreamland Water and told me as long as I did what he asked me to, I would get a big chunk of money. I didn¡¯t have any savings at the time, and the police had rejected my application. I was feeling bitter and resentful. So, I agreed.¡± ¡°The police department will never hire a scumbag like you.¡± Rene coughed out a spit. ¡°Do you know the man¡¯s name and identity?¡± Nightingale questioned. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°You¡¯re lying.¡± ¡°I really don¡¯t know!¡± Nightingale looked toward Rene who immediately took the hint and delivered a few more punches. ¡°The lady here is a witch. She can tell whether you¡¯re lying or not. It¡¯s indeed very stupid of you to lie in front of her! Don¡¯t test our patience!¡± ¡°No, my lord, I¡¯m just¡­ just not sure.¡± Maans cried in his shrill voice. ¡°Because he has never told me his name or identity!¡± ¡°What did you mean by ¡®not sure¡¯?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve also wondered why he pays so generously, as he doesn¡¯t look like a noble at all. When we met a couple of days ago, I could tell he was in a hurry and his attire looked a little weird too, like he layered one coat on top of another.¡± Maans panted. ¡°But he seemed to wear a uniform inside, and I also saw an emblem shaped like a petal on his collar.¡± ¡°An emblem of a petal?¡± Nightingale and Rene exchanged a look. ¡°Isn¡¯t that the emblem of the Honeysuckle Family?¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I¡¯m not sure. Everybody knows the Hulls are the lord¡¯s supporters, and they would never plot against Lord Wimbledon.¡± Maans said, hanging his head. ¡°It can¡¯t be Petrov, it must be someone else,¡± Rene said firmly. ¡°Since they meet each other on a daily basis, why not set up a trap to catch the guy?¡± This appeared to be the only feasible way. They would arrest the man when Maans met with him and ¡°asked for compensation¡±. By then, everything would be cleared up. Nightingale nodded, but still felt something was missing. Maans wasn¡¯t lying, and what he said was all true. What had gone wrong? ¡°Nightingale, are you guys alright?¡± Lightning shouted from outside. ¡°They¡¯ve almost finished the meeting, coo. We have to head back now, coo!¡± Nightingale had asked Lightning, Maggie and Summer to wait outside because of the violence that might have occurred during the arrest. A flash crossed her mind when she heard the word ¡°meeting¡± from Maggie. His Highness was now in a meeting with the nobles, discussing the details of founding a new City Hall! This meant there was not a single guard with the prince to protect him, and the closest one would be outside the hall. If this person was really a member of the Honeysuckle Family, he could go straight into the castle and enter the hall on the first floor without raising any suspicion, though he would be forbidden to access the second and third floors, which were exclusive to His Highness. Yet she happened to be away from Prince Roland at this very moment! ¡°Lightning!¡± Nightingale had no time to explain to Rene and Maans, she dashed out of the room and grasped Lightning¡¯s shoulders, yelling, ¡°Take me back to the castle now! His Highness might be in danger!¡± ¡°Huh? OK¡­ Hold on tight.¡± Lightning was very surprised, but she carried Nightingale on her back at once. She did not raise any unnecessary questions and flew straight toward the castle. When she was loaded, she flew much lower but still maintained a speed around 100 kilometers an hour. It would take her only half a minute to reach the destination. Nightingale hoped she was wrong, but felt her terror grow as she further examined the details. The murders started three days ago, which was exactly when Petrov¡¯s letter for help arrived at the Border Area. If this man¡¯s real purpose was to distract everybody with several murder cases and put Roland in a defenseless and vulnerable position, it would be the worst-case scenario. When they were close to the castle, Nightingale stepped into the Mist and entered the hall from the air. Her heart sank when she saw the meeting room in chaos. The nobles seemed to be petrified and were all standing by the wall murmuring. The guards were blocking off the scene. The host seat at the end of the long table, where Prince Roland should have been, was vacant. A man was lying on the floor. Nightingale could not tell whether he was alive or not, but could see his body was covered by the black curtain created by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Chapter 491 Chapter 491: An Assassination Story Translator: TransN Editor: TransN For a moment, Nightingale felt as if the entire world trembled. As she walked out of the Mist, the scene before her eyes regained its usual color. The darkness created by the magic stone also began to dissipate, allowing her heart to stop beating frantically. The man lying on the ground was not Roland, but a guard whom Nightingale had never seen before. He was wearing the standard uniform of the Honeysuckle Family, and on his chest was a dark red mark which looked like a gunshot wound. ¡°Why are you here?¡± She heard a familiar voice cry out from beside her. She turned her head and realized that the person speaking was Roland himself. He was surrounded by layers of bodyguards at one corner of the hall, which explained why Nightingale did not notice him when she rushed in. ¡°I¡­¡± As Nightingale opened her mouth, she realized that her throat was terribly hoarse, while her limbs were cold and numb. Her body felt so feeble that it was as if she had just narrowly survived a disaster. All that she desired to do at that moment was to hug Roland tightly, but she knew that she could not do so as there were other nobles around. Therefore, if she truly wanted to lead the Security Bureau and protect this territory, she had to avoid acting overly intimate with Roland. Although her brain forbade her from doing so, she entered into the Mist and walked up to Roland, cutting through the lines of guards. Then, she hugged him with all of her remaining strength. At once, gasps were heard from the crowd. The onlookers apparently could not understand why a witch appeared out of nowhere and disappeared without saying anything. In the Mist, Nightingale held on to the prince with both arms. She tucked her head against his chest and listened attentively to his heartbeat. Perhaps, this was the only way to confirm that it was all just a false alarm. Roland also began to sense what was going on. He clapped his hands and announced, ¡°Everyone shall proceed to the dining hall for lunch first. No one is to leave the castle in the meantime. We¡¯ll resume the meeting in the afternoon!¡± When only his guards, as well as Petrov, Sylvie and Lightning were left in the hall, Roland asked, ¡°Does the murderer have anything to do with this assassination attempt?¡± When she heard Roland¡¯s voice speaking to herself, Nightingale began to calm down gradually. She took a few steps back reluctantly and revealed herself once again, pretending that she did not move towards the prince at all, and replied, ¡°Indeed. When I found out that the person directing the criminal was a guard of the Honeysuckle Family, I immediately rushed here.¡± She then explained her findings and Maans¡¯ confession. ¡°I couldn¡¯t tell that the real purpose was to divert our attention in order to create an opportunity to lay hands on you¡­ thankfully, you¡¯re safe.¡± ¡°His plan worked until the last step, and he accurately calculated the time that I would arrive, as well as predicted the witches¡¯ movements.¡± Roland gave a sigh. ¡°This person is wasted as an assassin.¡± Petrov immediately knelt down on one knee and said, ¡°Your Highness, I really didn¡¯t know that he¡¯s¡­¡± ¡°Stand up. You¡¯ve said this before, and you know I don¡¯t like to punish people.¡± Roland interjected. ¡°But it was no doubt that due to your negligence of duty, there were agents among the castle servants and the outer guard.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Petrov opened his mouth to speak, and then lowered his head. ¡°I¡¯m guilty.¡± ¡°Find out the identity and background of the assassin. I want to know as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± After the eldest son of the Honeysuckle Family took his leave, Nightingale enquired about her worries. ¡°How was the situation like?¡± ¡°Threatening but not dangerous,¡± Roland replied, laughing. ¡°Thanks to Sylvie¡¯s warning¡­ but then again, the assassin was already at a disadvantage when he chose to do it in the meeting hall.¡± After listening to the prince¡¯s account, Nightingale began to understand how the attempt took place¡ªbut in reality, it was not as easy as Roland put it. Though weapons were not permitted to bring into the hall, the assassin had concealed a dagger under his clothes, and because he was a castle guard, no one conducted a body check on him before he was allowed in. The assassin¡¯s only error was to carry a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. It was common for the outer guards to adorn magic stones, but in the hall, it appeared particularly prominent¡ªin order not to distract Sylvie, all of the nobles would comply with the request to take off their adornments. Hence, Sylvie noticed the assassin the moment she saw the black cavity, and when he moved towards the prince, she immediately issued a warning. Although Roland described the following scene as simple, Nightingale broke into a cold sweat as she listened to his story. The hall was approximately 20 meters in length and width, and when the assassin heard the warning, he picked up speed and charged towards the main seat of the long table, where his target was sitting. By the time the prince pulled out his revolver and opened its safety lock, the assassin had already struck him on his lower back with the dagger. As someone who had undergone assassination training, Nightingale naturally understood that compared to the chest and head, which a person would protect subconsciously, the waist area was very difficult to protect, and the severe pain that could be inflicted by a single strike might cause the target to lose his ability to resist, enabling the assassin to easily go for the vital blood vessels in the neck next. Luckily, Roland was wearing the protective clothing that Soraya specially made for him. The dagger failed to penetrate its coating and thereby could not prevent Roland¡¯s subsequent defensive action. He opened fire at the assassin while the gun was literally pressing on the assassin¡¯s chest. The two 12mm caliber bullets fired immediately killed the assassin, causing a loud booming sound which led to a huge commotion in the hall. Nightingale could clearly visualize just how risky this sequence of events was. If His Highness did not manage to open the safety lock in time, or the gun failed to fire off, the consequence would have been unimaginable¡­ Nightingale turned her head and cast a glance at Lightning, who immediately dropped her head as though to acknowledge her mistake. ¡°Your Highness, we¡¯ve figured it out,¡± Petrov re-entered the hall and said. ¡°His name¡¯s Shio. He¡¯s not a native of the Western Region, but was formerly one of Duke Ryan¡¯s castle guards.¡± ¡°Duke Ryan?¡± Roland frowned. ¡°Why did you choose someone like that to be your guard?¡± ¡°He¡¯s just an ordinary guard. At that time, every family lost a lot of manpower, and thus I brought in those who weren¡¯t so attached to the Duke. This is how it¡¯s usually done in Stronghold¡­¡± Petrov answered cautiously. ¡°I believe that it¡¯s unlikely that he committed this attempt as revenge for the Duke.¡± ¡°He¡¯s not lying,¡± Nightingale thought. ¡°When a large family fell, apart from the subordinates who were given land and title, the remaining people were perceived by the other families as resources that can be divided. To them, it¡¯s simply a change of owner. Because the Honeysuckle Family had long surrendered to His Highness, plus the fact that Stronghold was always managed by Petrov, this portion of people was never examined.¡± ¡°How many men with a similar background are there?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Did you also hire men from the Wild Rose, Maple and Wolf families?¡± ¡°There¡¯re only three or four of them in the outer guard,¡± Petrov replied, nodding his head. ¡°The servants, citizens and serfs from the other three families were assigned to the Honeysuckle and Elk families. I guarantee that they won¡¯t appear in Stronghold.¡± ¡°Okay, then I shall not concern myself with them. But remember, in the castle area, even the men of the perimeter garrison must be chosen from your family, understood? As for the inner castle, I¡¯ll arrange them myself.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± ¡°Meanwhile, seal off Shio¡¯s residence. I¡¯ll find out the real reason behind his attempt.¡± Roland then turned to look at Lightning. ¡°Inform Maggie to fetch Countess Spear here.¡± Chapter 492 Chapter 492: Reality & Illusion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As she followed Roland back to his office, Nightingale muttered to him, ¡°I failed to protect you¡­¡± ¡°No, you did well,¡± Roland responded, shaking his head. ¡°Think, why did the assassin, Shio, choose the meeting hall of all places? Because he knew that I¡¯m being protected by an extremely powerful witch, and if he didn¡¯t trick her away, he wouldn¡¯t have a chance. The more arrangements he had to make, the weaker his attack became, and he was ultimately able to strike me with only a tiny dagger.¡± ¡°But he nearly succeeded.¡± ¡°It can¡¯t be considered a success without killing me right there, and your presence served to restrict this possibility.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°What would he have done if I didn¡¯t have you? He would have waited patiently for a chance to launch a fatal attack¡ªthere would be chances as long as he could remain in the castle. This shows that you¡¯ve already protected me very well. In fact, the safer the territory is, the safer I am as well.¡± ¡°These aren¡¯t empty words of consolation¡­¡± Nightingale mused. ¡°His Highness seems to really believe so.¡± She felt a warm surge run through her body, and the nagging feelings of remorse allayed considerably. ¡°Understood. But you mustn¡¯t let Lightning and Maggie off the hook this time!¡± ¡°Uh, what did they do?¡± ¡°When I wasn¡¯t around, they should have been by your side to guard against lurking enemies!¡± Nightingale pointed out. ¡°Like in today¡¯s situation, the assassin wouldn¡¯t have been able to hurt you at all if Lightning was there to fly you up.¡± ¡°She¡¯s just a little more active¡­¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do! Wendy and Scroll will definitely agree with me if they¡¯re around. If we don¡¯t let Lightning and Maggie understand their mistake, things may go wrong the next time when something like this happens!¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± The prince deliberated briefly while stroking his chin. ¡°I got it. I¡¯ll punish them by forbidding them to go outside until they complete three sets of MPC (Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry) comprehensive exercises. How does that sound?¡± Nightingale inhaled a mouthful of cold air. ¡°Comprehensive exercises¡­ the math section is still okay, but the physics and chemistry sections are even scarier than the basic natural principles. Just the first page alone can make you sleepy, especially those weird formulas and diagrams, which are no different from the incantations in the legends.¡± If it was herself who had to do the exercises, she would likely never be able to go out ever again. Yet, she was the one who came up with the suggestion and thus she felt that it was inappropriate to take it all back. Hardening her heart, she nodded at Roland and affirmed. ¡°Great. This way, they¡¯ll surely recognize their mistake.¡± ¡­ The afternoon meeting proceeded smoothly, with Nightingale staying behind and guarding Roland until it was dusk. The general framework and first batch of candidates for the secondary City Hall were finally confirmed. Petrov Hull was appointed as Chief Executive of the Longsong Region. Apart from overseeing the City Hall, he was also concurrently Minister of Finance, while his father, Earl Hull, served as Minister of Construction. Therefore, Petrov could be considered one of the biggest winners among the Stronghold nobles this time. Even Nightingale gasped silently at this decision. Indeed, His Highness did not place the blame for the assassination attempt on the Honeysuckle Family¡ªby the lords¡¯ standards, this could be considered to be a wonderful expression of fairness and clemency. The other ministries were to be helmed by several outstanding people from the lower nobles. These people were formerly barons or knights, who would normally not be qualified for the higher levels of government. They were highly touched by His Highness¡¯ decision to remove the restrictive criteria and thereby expressed their willingness to serve him for life. Although they sounded sincere, Nightingale had no doubt that should the situation ever change, such as if Timothy or the church captured the Western Region, there was a high chance that these people would quickly forget about their vows. Before the meeting was dismissed, His Highness repeatedly emphasized two employment principles¡ªthe manpower of each family could be used within the ministries, but the proportion must not exceed 30 percent, and their files had to be reported to the City Hall beforehand. Another point was that no matter whether family manpower was used or not, the salaries of all employees would be paid by the City Hall, and any ministry head who kept the money would be harshly punished as criminals. Nightingale was completely uninterested in these details, and thus she yawned repeatedly as she listened, until she caught sight of Maggie flying back into the castle with Countess Spear on her back, and her spirits lifted at once. After the dinner party, a line of people followed Earl of the Elk Family to Shio¡¯s residence¡ªit was a regular bungalow located in the castle quarter, and the inside of the house was extremely clean, such that not a single shred of paper could be found. Apparently, Shio was well-prepared and had destroyed all possible evidence before he acted. ¡°Shio spent his days in the castle, and thus we only need to reconstruct what he did at night.¡± The prince advised Summer. ¡°I¡¯ll need to find out everything he did here from the first time he contacted patrol member Maans until today. Every segment of activity in this house is important.¡± Countess Spear summoned her magic power to connect Maggie and Summer together. Obtaining an abundant amount of magic power temporarily, Summer began to recreate the details of each night. Shio seemed to come back to life. He would sometimes sit in deep thought by the fireplace, and sometimes write things down on paper. All of these segments were recorded by Soraya¡¯s eyes. On the fourth day, he sat as usual by the fireplace, but this time he had an emblem in his hands. ¡°Wait¡­ I think I¡¯ve seen this thing before.¡± Roland¡¯s voice sounded surprised. ¡°Draw it for me.¡± By using a Magic Pen, the emblem was quickly drawn on paper. It was roughly the size of a thumb, and its body was a gem that was polished into the shape of a button. Identical logos, comprising of a tower and a spear, were engraved on both sides¡ªthis was the typical emblem of the royal family. ¡°Could he be Timothy¡¯s man?¡± Nightingale asked unconsciously. Roland frowned without saying a word, and seemed to ponder for a long while before he shook his head faintly and said, ¡°No, this is the keepsake of King Wimbledon III.¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­ your father?¡± Rene looked completely astonished. ¡°Wasn¡¯t the king already¡­. by the eldest prince, Gerald¡­¡± Petrov was equally shocked. ¡°When I was little, I saw this emblem on my father¡¯s study desk and even asked him what it was. He told me that every piece of gem represented a warrior who was loyal to the royal family, and therefore the more gems there were, the more stable the throne was.¡± The prince then took a deep sigh. ¡°By the looks of it, Shio was a pawn placed by my father by Duke Ryan¡¯s side, and helped him to monitor the development and trend of the entire Western Region.¡± ¡°If so, why did he want to kill you?¡± Rene asked. ¡°Most likely, Timothy found the gem list and ordered the assassination¡­ to these warriors, the emblem means everything, and hence any and every order must be carried out.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why¡­¡± Nightingale glanced at the illusion of the assassin¡ªhe observed the emblem for a long time and eventually tossed the gem into the fireplace. His expression seemed a little sad, and at the same time, he revealed a hint of relief on his face. Probably, in Shio¡¯s eyes, the order represented a kind of freedom. Having understood clearly the reason for the attempt, Roland did not seem relieved nevertheless. With a grim face, he stared at the sparks in the fireplace and did not shift his gaze for a long time. ¡­ Late at night, after Summer had fallen asleep, Nightingale quietly snuck into Roland¡¯s room. Ever since she was admonished by Wendy, she had not done this again, until now. The assassination attempt had caused a constant undulation of her emotions, and without the presence of Wendy and Anna in the castle, she felt a little more unfettered and free. Watching Roland Wimbledon in his deep sleep, she emerged from the Mist and quietly walked up to the bedside. She bent down and kissed Roland on the forehead. Sorry, Your Highness, I can¡¯t control myself. Chapter 493 Chapter 493: The Gem Mine Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland rolled out of his bed under the glare of daylight. He put on his coat and walked to the window. The snow covering the buildings outside had partially melted to reveal some areas of red roofs and gray walls, which brought both colors and vitality to the landscape. Inside the room, it was still cold, but if you faced the sunlight, you could also feel a little bit of warmth. The snow had begun to melt. He stepped into his office and saw his breakfast arranged neatly on his desk. As usual, there was a fried egg, two pancakes, and a cup of warm water. Nightingale had prepared it for him just like always. ¡°Thanks,¡± Roland said to the empty couch. ¡°How do you know I¡¯m here?¡± Nightingale said from the couch as she gradually revealed herself. ¡°You¡¯ll never sit if you get the chance to lie down.¡± He smiled and then put the egg between the pancakes and raised it up to his mouth. ¡°Besides, the couch was sinking where you are sitting. How could I not know?¡± ¡°No, I like sitting, too.¡± She dashed to the desk and perched herself on the edge of it ¡°Like sitting here,¡± she added. Roland would never get tired of seeing her graceful, airy movements, especially the amazing ones she made when she quickly stepped in and out of her Mist. ¡°You look good. Did you have any nice dreams?¡± ¡°Uh-huh, Indeed, I had a very a nice dream,¡± she answered while raising her eyebrow a little. ¡°Good.¡± Roland hurriedly ate his egg and pancake ¡°hamburger¡± and continued, ¡°Today, you ought to follow me.¡± ¡°Because of the assassin?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± he replied, ¡°If Timothy gave orders to those on the gem list, perhaps there are still other assassins in the Western Region. However, it¡¯s impossible for us to check every single person.¡± He felt it was a shame that people so brave and smart and so loyal to the royal family were employed as assassins. People as capable as they should be placed on more promising positions. With this in mind, Roland became even more resolute to eliminate Timothy¡¯s influence as soon as possible. ¡°As you wish, Your Highness.¡± Nightingale said with a smile, ¡°Where are we going? ¡°The mine and the salt well. That¡¯s one of the reasons I came to Stronghold.¡± ¡­ Having summoned Petrov and other relevant personnel in the castle, the exploration group proceeded to the suburb of the city. Roland actually cared more about the iron mines of the Maple Leaf and Wild Rose families, but he still made the gem mine his first stop on the investigative tour, given that gem trade was the primary industry of Longsong Stronghold, and the gem mine was the closest one. The road leading to the mine became spongy and muddy because of the melting snow, making it impossible to access with a carriage. Therefore, the group rode horses and moved very carefully and slowly. It took them almost the whole morning to get to the edge of the Impassable Mountain Range. This experience strengthened Roland¡¯s belief in the saying that ¡°a good road is an access to wealth¡±. Without a hard-surfaced road to the mine, raising its output would be meaningless since any inclement weather could easily hamper transportation of the ore. They went through a narrow passage and walked into the spacious mine cave, where the mineral vein lay. While 100 torches lined the cave, they could barely light the space inside it. Roland looked around and asked, ¡°Is this a natural cave?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Petrov nodded and continued, ¡°It was found by accident. It used to be a smooth rock wall, but about 300 years ago, it collapsed during an earthquake and revealed this cave. At first, it was only used by local hunters taking shelter from the rain in the entrance, but eventually, they ventured deeper into the cave, and they found these colorful stones.¡± ¡°You know its history very well,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°These stories are known to every household in the Western Region.¡± Petrov waved his hands to beckon to a man and introduced him to Roland. ¡°This is Denver Crain, the manager of the mine. He will know much more than I about the details of the cave.¡± ¡°You¡¯re Duke Ryan¡¯s man?¡± ¡°No, Your Highness. The Crains doesn¡¯t belong to any lord,¡± replied the man called Denver. He looked as if he was in his early thirties, but he spoke like a composed older man. ¡°We¡¯ve lived near this mine for generations and my ancestor was one of the hunters who found this gem mine. We¡¯ve worked for three Dukes, and the mine maps my family has drawn could be piled up to the height of a man. No one knows this place better than the Crains.¡± He was extremely confident with his knowledge of the mine as he spoke with ease and fluency even in front of a prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle. His sedate manner and black uniform reminded Roland of the stewards of aristocratic families in movies he had seen before. Due to the fact that everyone had been checked by Nightingale, Roland knew this man was not a lurker. So he asked ¡°Why is nobody working here right now?¡± ¡°It¡¯s because the Months of Demons has just ended, Your Highness.¡± Denver answered automatically, ¡°The snow in the mountains will melt into water and flow down here. Even though we¡¯ve built drainage ditches and pools to carry water through the mine, we can¡¯t take the water out as quickly as it flows in. As a result, we won¡¯t be able to get into the mine hole at the bottom. Based on our usual procedures, we have to wait until summer to resume normal mining.¡± ¡°Are the iron mines in the territories of the Maple Leaf and Wild Rose families faced with the same situation now?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never been there, but I¡¯ve heard that their iron mines are located in higher places, and their mine tunnels stretch upwards. I would guess that their situations may be better, but they¡¯ll still have to wait another month before they can mine in their pits.¡± ¡°It seems that you may need several steam engines to draw the water out.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Steam¡­ engine, what¡¯s that?¡± Denver looked confused. ¡°A machine that enables you to continue your mining job in all seasons.¡± answered the prince, smiling. ¡°You have a lot to learn about mining.¡± Denver moved his lips a little in disbelief, but he was able to restrain himself from refuting Roland¡¯s comment. Roland did not notice Denver¡¯s expression. He thought it was only a matter of time for this mine to be equipped with tram roads, water-drawing steam engines, and a traction system similar to those widely used in the North Slope Mine of Border Town. They had already successfully sold out a set to a mining tycoon in Silver City. Only he had little interest in gems, so he would put his focus on the iron mines first. ¡°Okay, we¡¯re done here. Let¡¯s leave for the next stop now.¡± Roland turned around. ¡°Wait, Your Highness. The Crains have a little gift for you.¡± Denver, surprised by the prince¡¯s sudden decision, walked fast to catch up with him. He took out a small wooden box and handed it to him. ¡°Ah?¡± Roland took it with interest. He opened the box and saw two glittering gems inside, reflecting dazzling red and green beams in the light of torches. He was startled. ¡°Th-they¡¯re multicolored stones?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness. They were picked from the highest quality gemstones and a treasure kept by my family for hundreds of years,¡± said Denver, with a hand on his chest. ¡°The Crains are honored to work for the new lord of the Western Region.¡± Roland was so attracted by the gems that he missed the latter half of the sentence. They looked very familiar, and even a layman in mining like himself had heard their names. They were called diaspores. Chapter 494 Chapter 494: New Resources Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When diaspore reached the gem class, it gave off a dazzling light due to its high refractivity and was highly polychromatic. Unlike other gemstones, which changed from one color to another, it gave off many different colors at the same time, most noticeably red and green. It was obvious why locals called it the multicolored stone. Roland did not connect the stone to diaspore when Barov was introducing it, but he instantly recognized it when he saw it in person. Also, when diaspore was dehydrated, it would turn into corundum and gem class corundums were the famous ruby and sapphire. Compared to the former, the latter was even more renowned. However, it was not the gemstones themselves that excited him. ¡°What about the residue dug out from the mine?¡± the prince asked excitedly as he closed the wooden box after a long time. ¡°Are you asking about¡­ the debris from digging the mine tunnels?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, and not just rocks, but mud as well. How did you deal with them?¡± ¡°They were all carted out and dumped at the bottom of the mountain.¡± Denver seemed confused about why the prince was interested in this. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Your Highness, all good quality ores were carefully picked out and the remains were either broken in the mining process or of poor quality and can¡¯t be polished into gemstones. Moreover, the screening process is done by the most experienced members of my family. They never miss out good quality ores.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wrong.¡± Roland smiled and shook his head. ¡°Those things you dumped¡­ might be the real ¡®treasure¡¯.¡± ¡°What?¡± Denver froze in shock, and the other people also seemed confused. None of them could see the mine residue as treasure. At the time, Roland find it hard to explain this to them, because in this world even steelmaking was difficult to imagine, let alone pure aluminum extraction. Diaspore consisted mainly of aluminum oxide and was a by-product of bauxite and its discovery suggested that there was probably a large amount of aluminum in this area. That meant, the mud and rocks dumped by them could be used as raw materials for aluminum extraction. As the most abundant metal element in the earth, aluminum was more common than iron and could practically be found everywhere. Lucia could extract small amounts of aluminum from any rock on the ground, but it was clearly not efficient enough for industrial needs. Only places that were rich in aluminum were worth excavating. This cave in front of him was one of those places. Roland called Petrov aside and asked quietly, ¡°How has the Crain Family managed this gem mine in the past 200 years? I mean¡­ how did the past lords pay them?¡± ¡°I checked Osmond Ryan¡¯s checkbooks, and the payment methods were simple. Every year, the Crain Family could choose a box of second-tier gemstones as their fee in a similar manner as weighing grain,¡± explained Petrov. ¡°This box is as long and wide as one hand and deep as half a hand, and as long as the cover could be closed, they could take as many gemstones as possible. Of course, the rarest gemstones had to be given to the lord.¡± ¡°That means the two gemstones from their family treasure that he just gave me aren¡¯t of the best quality?¡± ¡°They really are the best in terms of quality, since he wouldn¡¯t dare to deceive you, but you know that gemstones are always more expensive when they¡¯re bigger.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve also accepted his gifts, correct?¡± Roland stared at the eldest son of the Honeysuckle Family with great interest. ¡°Um¡­¡± Petrov replied awkwardly, ¡°Yes, Your Highness, I¡¯ll give them to you as soon as I get back.¡± ¡°Keep them, I don¡¯t care,¡± said the prince nonchalantly. ¡°I¡¯m just curious about how we can assure that this payment is accurate. What if the family secretly takes more gemstones during the excavation? Unless we turned their entire house upside down, we wouldn¡¯t be able to detect it.¡± ¡°There¡¯re people monitoring the transport and filtering each cart of ore, and even if the Crain Family steals some, they wouldn¡¯t make it too obvious¡ªthis is a relationship of checks and balances, since the family is afraid of being punished by the lord, while the lord can¡¯t find other people who know the mine so well.¡± Petrov paused. ¡°Anyways, if we replace them with our own people, we still can¡¯t ensure that no one will steal.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Then let¡¯s continue with this practice. But besides the multicolored stones, I also want the rocks and mud that they dig up. When we get back, I¡¯ll draft an initial gathering plan for you to follow.¡± ¡°Your Highness, is the mud¡­ really more valuable than gemstones?¡± ¡°It depends on whose hands it falls into,¡± replied the prince. What¡¯s so important about aluminum? It has numerous uses. Having low density and lasting quality, it plays a vital role in the industrial production and is a crucial material used in aviation technology. To be honest, aluminum extraction is extremely difficult now, since the amount of electric power required by the electrolysis equipment is way beyond the capability of City of Neverwinter, but Lucia can offer another solution to this problem and may be able to extract some aluminum first with her ability. Then, weapons that are once impossible in this time period will become a possibility, such as large airships. Roland originally planned to focus excavation on the two iron mines, but now it seemed that he had to adjust his plan. ¡­ When he returned to the castle after inspecting the two mines and a salt well, the sky was already pitch black. After dinner, Roland excitedly took out a pen and paper and began drafting a utilization plan for the new resources. First was the steam engine. It would drastically increase the efficiency of the draining system in the mines, transportation and brine extraction in salt wells. As the Maple Leaf and Wild Rose families had fallen, he planned to relocate some experienced workers from the North Slope Mine and recruit more workers in the Longsong Area, in order for the two new iron mines to be operated first and their ores could be transported back to the Border Area for refining. Meanwhile, the gem mine¡¯s excavation would have to wait until Lucia got to Longsong Stronghold to determine the aluminum content in the mine. The other focal point was the salt well. As Roland had predicted, besides using the steam engine to drain water and increase production, he also lacked the vital step to refine the products into pure white salt. Since the mineral contents were quite complex, he decided to take a tube of brine from each well, take them back to the Border Area, and give them to Chief Alchemist Kyle Sichi to find out the specific refining process. After the process was obtained, he could set up a factory on the spot to produce table salt on a large scale. Of course, the salt industry would be managed exclusively by the City Hall, just like grains. The Elk and Honeysuckle families¡¯ salt wells could receive the City of Neverwinter¡¯s technological support, but the refined salt they produced must be sold to the City Hall at the set market price, not sold to other buyers in order to gain profit. If he could obtain large amounts of refined salt at a low price, he could undoubtedly create a new commercial path for the City of Neverwinter. Roland believed that this could all become a reality after he defeated Timothy. Chapter 495 Chapter 495: On Top of the Sealine Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As the Charming Beauty slowly approached the harbor, Tilly walked out to see that the dock was filled with witches who had come to welcome her. ¡°Lady Tilly, you¡¯re finally back!¡± Molly rushed up to Tilly first with the help of the Magic Servant. ¡°Wow, how sneaky!¡± Honey complained. ¡°Yeah, where¡¯s Orbit? Open the door so we can go over too!¡± shouted Shadow. ¡°Stop it. My ability isn¡¯t for you to harass Lady Tilly!¡± The crowd immediately erupted into a fit of laughter. Looking at everyone¡¯s genuine smiles, Tilly felt her worries from the past few days disappearing. No matter what, this was her real home, a kingdom built by witches. Camilla Dary greeted her on the dock. ¡°You¡¯ve gone for so long that I was even worried you wouldn¡¯t come back.¡± ¡°No chance,¡± Tilly said with a smile. ¡°I just didn¡¯t expect the Months of Demons to last so long this time. How has Sleeping Island been?¡± ¡°Of course, since you entrusted me with it, I wouldn¡¯t let you down,¡± said Camilla with one hand on her chest. ¡°The situation has improved overall. Using the Sleeping Spell was a good idea. I¡¯ll report the specifics to you later, but now¡­ I¡¯ll hand you over to the witches.¡± She blinked. ¡°Otherwise they¡¯ll eat me alive.¡± As a great noble from King¡¯s City, Camilla was very skillful at managing things and played a key role in recruiting witches for Tilly. She was the reason why Tilly felt confident leaving the Fjords for a long time and investigating the Western Region. Tilly shook her head helplessly, passed the Chief Butler of Sleeping Island, raised her hand to the crowd, and was heavily surrounded by a sea of witches. ¡°Your Highness, did you see your brother? How did he treat you?¡± ¡°I heard that the town also has a witch organization, so will they come and live with us?¡± ¡°Is it true that in that desolate little town, people don¡¯t have to worry about food and clothing, and they all live in new houses?¡± ¡°I¡¯m so glad you¡¯re back. Everyone really missed you.¡± Tilly responded to their questions and concerns one by one until Shavi flew onto the dock with a pile of books, and everyone directed their attention to these ¡°priceless treasures¡±. ¡°What¡¯re they?¡± someone asked curiously. ¡°Documents from ancient ruins?¡± ¡°They don¡¯t look like ancient documents. The pages are new, so they¡¯re probably legends.¡± ¡°Or maybe they¡¯re play scripts? Honestly, I haven¡¯t seen a play for a long time.¡± ¡°Um¡­ but what should I do since I can¡¯t read?¡± Tilly clapped her hands to silence everyone. ¡°This is His Highness Roland Wimbledon¡¯s presents for you¡ªthey include reading and writing pamphlets, basic mathematics, and natural science! Simply put, these are full of knowledge!¡± ¡°Knowledge?¡± Most of the witches looked confused, while Camilla and some other noble witches were surprised. ¡°Do you actually want to spread knowledge to everyone?¡± Tilly nodded. ¡°This is the only way to improve our abilities.¡± Roland once mentioned that universal education was not easy to achieve and needed a great amount of money and time¡ªwhen people put their jobs on hand to learn, it meant that the domain would temporarily lose some laborers. Also, encouraging them to study required the support of money, which, combined with teachers¡¯ salaries and the cost of building school houses, was not a small amount. Most importantly, it would not have instant profits like businesses and needed to be carried out in the long term by the ruler. However, it brought profound changes, even more so for witches and normal people. Tilly had already witnessed this at Border Town. Before she went to the Western Region, she could never have dreamed that a group of commoners could have such vigor and vitality. After returning to the keep, when she was about to arrange the plan for universal education according to Scroll¡¯s methods, Ashes knocked on the door. ¡°Thunder wants to see you.¡± ¡°Ah, it¡¯s been for a long time, Your Highness.¡± Thunder smiled as widely and genuinely as usual. ¡°How did it go? Did your trip to the Western Region address your confusion?¡± ¡°Honestly, I didn¡¯t get my answer.¡± Tilly shook her head with a smile. ¡°He was still reserved towards me. But in our current circumstances, these issues aren¡¯t so important for the moment¡­ by the way, do you know about demons?¡± ¡°Monsters from hell?¡± asked Thunder, raising his eyebrows. ¡°I¡¯ve heard a lot about them in epics and legends, where brave knights killed these terrifying enemies with spears dipped in dragon¡¯s blood.¡± ¡°This time, they¡¯re no longer just enemies in books.¡± She sighed. ¡°Um¡­ what do you mean?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know if those dragons exist, but demons¡­ are real.¡± Tilly briefly explained the Witch Union and Battle of Divine Will to him. ¡°Where the Four Kingdoms settle on is used to be Barbarian Land, so if we lose again, humans will have nowhere to retreat.¡± ¡°How could this be?¡± Thunder exclaimed after listening to her silently. ¡°All the ruins in different locations are the works of witches, and an ancient witch from 400 years ago was discovered in Border Town? This, this is unbelievable! The mysteries you uncovered in one journey are more than I did in a lifetime!¡± Tilly was shocked. ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid?¡± ¡°Afraid? Of course, I am¡­¡± he said excitedly, ¡°but compared to the burning desire for exploration in my heart, this fear means nothing! Damn it, I wish I could go to the Kingdom of Graycastle to see this living fossil with my own eyes!¡± Princess Tilly wasn¡¯t sure whether to laugh or cry¡ªhis motivation to go to the Western Region was to see Agatha instead of his own daughter. She did not know how to feel for Lightning. ¡°If not for my recent expedition, I¡¯d probably have to give you the title of the greatest explorer of the Fjords,¡± said Thunder after a fit of exclamations, ¡°but¡­ I also found something quite amazing.¡± ¡°Please, go ahead.¡± ¡°I sailed to the east of the Sealine again.¡± ¡°Sealine?¡± asked Tilly confusedly. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Ah, I forgot that you were still in Border Town the last time I returned.¡± He stroked the back of his head. ¡°It¡¯s a cliff made from seawater that splits the sea into two surfaces, but boats can still sail freely on it like¡­ spiders climbing a wall.¡± ¡°What? That¡¯s impossible!¡± ¡°I had the same reaction as you did the first time I saw it, but the Sealine does exist.¡± said Thunder with great pride. ¡°What¡¯s more incredible is that I sailed on the Courage over the Sealine and was lucky enough to witness the tide rise¡ªyou have to see it to believe how majestic it was. The flow of the sea water gradually quickens and eventually rushes downwards like falling off a cliff. If Molly¡¯s Magic Servant hadn¡¯t protected the boat, the Courage would have been snapped into two!¡± ¡°I turned the rudder to steer the bow directly towards the current, which formed a delicate balance with the wind. The Courage couldn¡¯t move forward, but also couldn¡¯t be brought down the cliff by the current.¡± He panted as if he were reliving the excitement. ¡°Of course, the Sealine isn¡¯t a real cliff. We all know what a waterfall looks like, with water dropping straight down, splattering droplets everywhere and creating a loud rumbling sound¡ªbut there, there wasn¡¯t any of that except an accelerating current. I was sure that even if the Courage fell over the Sealine, it would have returned to the lower side, just like how it climbed up.¡± ¡°What happened next?¡± asked Tilly impatiently. ¡°And then the Swirling Sea was filled¡ªI could only clearly see this standing on the Sealine,¡± said Thunder with a low voice. ¡°By the name of Three Gods, I don¡¯t know how to describe my shock at that moment. The height of the Sealine shrunk from over 200 meters to about 100 meters as the sea below rose up. This is the reality behind tides!¡± Chapter 496 Chapter 496: Under the Deep Sea Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°The water from the Sealine flows downward to cause the lower level water to rise? How is this possible?¡± Tilly pondered for a while. ¡°So when the tide falls, will the water flow backwards?¡± ¡°Good question.¡± Thunder clenched his fists excitedly. ¡°Afterwards, my fleet stayed near the Sealine for two weeks, until the tide fell. During that time, we tried all kinds of ways to break through the Sealine, and the most amazing part was sailing on the Sealine itself¡ªdo you know what kind of feeling that is? To outsiders, it seemed as if we were stuck to the face of a cliff, with our sails completely paralleling to the ocean, as if we could fall down at any second. But we couldn¡¯t feel this on the boat at all, and it was like the Courage was sailing in a narrow river, with the vast wall of seawater on one side, and the expansive sky on the other. Of course, we had to wait for the water to slow down to do this, otherwise even the Magic Servant couldn¡¯t protect the boat.¡± ¡°This¡­ makes no sense.¡± Tilly felt her brain sink into total confusion. If some other explorer other than Thunder was telling her this, she would have immediately thought they were making it all up. ¡°I think so too, but I trust my own eyes more than common sense.¡± He continued, ¡°After two weeks, the tide began to fall¡ªit happened at exactly the same time as the tides rose and fell in the Shadow Islands. The seawater did not regorge and simply backed off slowly, and the Sealine raised from about 100 meters to over 200 meters once again.¡± ¡°Do you mean that all this seawater just disappeared into thin air?¡± ¡°Maybe, but it might have also flowed to somewhere else.¡± ¡°Where could it flow to?¡± Tilly said, rubbing her forehead. ¡°The tides are drastic in the Shadow Islands, much calmer in the Fjord Islands, basically nonexistent at the shores of the Four Kingdoms¡ªif this isn¡¯t vanishing into thin air, what is it?¡± Thunder pointed at the ground. She sighed. ¡°I remember that you once said the sea level in the Shadow area dropped very quickly as if there was a giant hole sucking it in at the bottom of the ocean. However, no matter how big the hole is, it should still be filled up after a few years.¡± ¡°I¡¯m only guessing. No one has actually seen what the ocean floor looks like¡­ but I¡¯m very curious about one thing.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Why is the ocean we¡¯re in called the Swirling Sea?¡± Tilly felt her heart skip a beat as she came to a realization and shook her head, saying, ¡°That¡¯s impossible and insane. If an underground cave expelled water to create a whirlpool, how could we not notice it? Also, this name has been around for hundreds of years, so who knows what our ancestors were thinking?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. I conducted a simple experiment and found that the water must be shallow enough for the whirlpool to show, but we don¡¯t have the ability to see the ocean floor.¡± Thunder smiled. ¡°Meanwhile, that doesn¡¯t mean that witches can¡¯t do it¡ªI never thought of this before, but when you told me that witches ruled this land 400 years ago, I realized that this sea was probably named during that time.¡± ¡°I¡¯m a witch,¡± said Tilly with a shrug, ¡°and not a single witch on Sleeping Island can do it.¡± ¡°I know who can.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°The witch lives right on the Fjords but hasn¡¯t had any human contact for a long time¡­¡± Thunder sighed. ¡°She used to be a close friend of one of my crew¡¯s best assistants, but after she awakened as a witch, she left the continent forever. Now, you can only hear her beautiful singing when mist sets on the sea. You¡¯ve probably heard stories about her before.¡± ¡°The mermaid that guides the ships¡­ Are you talking about the subject of this legend?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Thunder nodded. ¡°Although I don¡¯t know if she¡¯ll help me, it¡¯s still worth a try. I might need the help of my old friend Margaret.¡± ¡°I see. Then you must hurry,¡± said Tilly with a frown. ¡°The merchants in the Fjords seem to want to hunt mermaids. A month ago, Sleeping Spell received several offers to capture mermaids. Honey sent me a carrier pigeon telling me the request, but I refused.¡± ¡°Her songs are the symbol of peace and safety to the sailors and explorers in the Fjords. Those merchants are insane.¡± Thunder asked quietly, ¡°Can you tell me who they are?¡± ¡°Sleeping Spell shouldn¡¯t reveal the identities of its customers, but¡­¡± Tilly wrote a few names in the air with her hand. ¡°You didn¡¯t hear it from me.¡± Since she was also a witch, Tilly could not sit by and do nothing as the leader of Sleeping Island. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± He smiled. ¡°They¡¯ll get what they deserve.¡± The two smiled at each other, and Thunder said, ¡°I came to tell you about my new adventures. Besides, I want to ask you a favor.¡± ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°I heard that Crescent Moon Bay has a new kind of boat that isn¡¯t powered by wind and can sail much faster than sailboats. My sources told me that this kind of boat was produced in Border Town,¡± said Thunder. ¡°If I want to keep exploring the Sealine, I¡¯ll need a much bigger and faster boat that can withstand the currents under strong winds.¡± He handed her an envelope. ¡°Money isn¡¯t an issue, as long as the boats are fast. Can you give him this order?¡± Tilly understood his intentions. ¡°You don¡¯t want Lightning to know?¡± Thunder said helplessly, ¡°If she finds out, she¡¯ll insist on going with me. There¡¯re too many unknowns in the Sealine, so it¡¯s too risky for me to take her.¡± ¡°But she¡¯s already a great explorer. She was the one who found the stone tower ruins in the Misty Forest,¡± Tilly thought. However, she still nodded. ¡°I understand. I¡¯ll act as a temporary messenger between you and Roland Wimbledon.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Highness.¡± After Thunder left, Tilly pondered for a long time and took out the ancient books from the ruins in the Shadow Islands, hoping to find clues about the Sealine or tides. Following the method Agatha taught her, she twisted her magic power according to the shapes of the letters, and their meaning appeared in her mind. It was as if she wasn¡¯t reading, but the books were telling her their contents. Some of the books recorded the writers¡¯ experiences in the Barbarian Land, some were sailors¡¯ diaries, and others mentioned important plans of the Union. The more she read, the more confused she became. These books had nothing to do with each other, obviously not written by the same person. To her surprise, none of them mentioned anything about the Sealine, the spire under the sea, the telescope, or the Giant Stone Gates, totally different from what she expected. She thought that as long as she could read the Union¡¯s words, she could uncover some of the ruins¡¯ secrets, or even find the reason why the Shadow area¡¯s sea level rose so quickly. But now, she felt like she was piecing together random scribbles. ¡°Wait¡­ piece together?¡± An idea popped into Tilly¡¯s head. She spread open three of the sailing diaries, placed them together, and checked them carefully. Their dates were far apart, some even decades apart, and their routes varied from the seas near the mainland to the Fjords. It was like someone had gathered all these things from different sources and placed them into the ruins. At this thought, she felt a chill creep up her spine. Who would do such a thing? Chapter 497 Chapter 497: A Chaotic Departure Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The Longsong Area Harbor, City of Neverwinter. Two concrete boats were docked as workers carried linen bags onto the shore, and the newly appointed officials in the Ministry of Agriculture counted them. The entire harbor was bustling with energy, which was a rare sight for Stronghold, a place still experiencing the aftermath of the Months of Demons. After being inspected and counted, the seeds in these bags would be distributed directly to every farmer. ¡°Your Highness, can the Golden Ones seeds really triple the wheat production?¡± Petrov was still a little skeptical. ¡°Won¡¯t that mean that the produce could feed everyone in this city?¡± Barov had said something similar to Roland before. To most of the noble, constant hunger was quite common among the civilians. ¡°Feeding everyone is the basic responsibility of a lord. We¡¯re only taking the very first step. Also, it¡¯s not just because of my benevolence. Hungry subjects can¡¯t fully devote themselves to the construction of the city.¡± ¡°But¡­ this is no doubt an incredible accomplishment. I don¡¯t know of any other city in this kingdom that can achieve it.¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed an achievement, but I contributed very little to it. This is mostly the witches¡¯ work¡ªwithout Leaf¡¯s modifications, there would be no Golden Ones.¡± Petrov was silent for a while. ¡°Perhaps we really were wrong before.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°We had the wrong attitude towards witches.¡± Petrov sighed deeply. ¡°Most of the nobles didn¡¯t care about the church¡¯s propaganda, but we still despised and distrusted the witches, so it wasn¡¯t hard for us to go along with the church¡¯s violence. Even if we used the witches, we treated them like slaves¡­ Only Your Highness saw their true value and treated them like humans. This is the most incredible part¡ªthey really are special.¡± ¡°Not only did you ignore the value of witches, but also ignore the power of the people, which is actually even stronger. Witches are like a catalyst and when they work together with the common people, there can be great improvements in civilization.¡± However, Roland did not say his thoughts out loud. ¡°We can still make up for the lost time. After all, we¡¯re all the same.¡± ¡°Your Highness, the boiler is ready, and the Victory is set to sail,¡± reported a guard. ¡°Tell everyone to board the boat. I¡¯ll be there shortly.¡± The prince turned to Petrov. ¡°The instruction team of the Ministry of Agriculture should arrive by this afternoon. They will show you how to plant the Golden Ones. As for the mine construction, population growth, universal education, and building factories, we¡¯ve already discussed enough in the meeting. Just follow the plan and try to address any problems you run into by yourselves before asking me.¡± He patted the eldest Honeysuckle son on the shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m leaving this place in your hands. If you serve me well, you won¡¯t be just the executive officer of the Longsong Area forever.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t let you down, Your Highness.¡± Petrov bowed. Roland boarded the concrete boat and ordered to set sail. Following the long sound of a horn, the Victory slowly left the shore and sailed towards the Border Area. ******************* ¡°How many Bald Boats are there already?¡± Joe clicked his tongue. ¡°They¡¯re all coming from Border Town!¡± ¡°It¡¯s called the Border Area. Didn¡¯t our Lord say that we¡¯re all part of the same city as the town now?¡± Snaketooth twitched his mouth. Joe nicknamed the strange sail-less boats ¡°Bald boat¡±, but he preferred to call them Concrete Boats¡ªtheir broad gray hulls looked like giant bedrocks, not even budging an inch as the movers ran around on them. ¡°What¡¯s it called again?¡± ¡°City of Neverwinter,¡± Tigerclaw chimed. ¡°Who cares? It has nothing to do with us.¡± Joe exclaimed excitedly. ¡°You¡¯re going to be taking this kind of boat to Border Town, right? Be sure to figure out why it can move without oars and what the white mist and black fog it spouts are!¡± ¡°This really has nothing to do with us,¡± thought Snaketooth. ¡°At least the city construction will give everyone a job.¡± ¡°Are you really planning on leaving?¡± Sunflower seemed upset. ¡°If you have to work as a handyman no matter where you go, why would you go to a foreign place?¡± ¡°Because we can earn one extra silver royal,¡± said Tigerclaw, chuckling. ¡°We can earn six silver royals if we stay here, but seven if we go there. If we can work on either place, we¡¯re obviously choosing the one with more money.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t asking you.¡± Sunflower rolled her eyes at him and turned her attention to Snaketooth. For some reason, Snaketooth suddenly felt a little guilty. After the construction of the City of Neverwinter, the Lord kept his promise, and countless recruitment notices suddenly appeared in the square. However, the Rats had very few job options, which were mostly handymen and mason apprentices, and they were offered a lower salary than others. Of course, this was still better than their former lives, when they lived lack of food-if the salaries could really be distributed on time. He told his friends that he was going to Border Town for the higher salary, but what he really wanted was to be closer to Paper. Faced with Sunflower¡¯s intense stare, he decided not to tell the truth and said, ¡°My reasons¡­ are the same as Tigerclaw¡¯s.¡± ¡°Are you ever coming back?¡± ¡°Beep¡­ Beep¡­¡± Suddenly, a siren began to wail at the harbor, and a red flag began to wave. ¡°It¡¯s our turn to leave, hurry!¡± Tigerclaw grabbed Snaketooth¡¯s hand and dragged him towards the harbor. The crowd behind them also began to move as the siren rang. When they entered the security inspection area, Snaketooth felt as if he was being carried by the masses. He held his suitcase to his chest and kept staring back, but he couldn¡¯t see Sunflower or Joe over the dense waves of people. A few officers in black uniforms were checking tickets at the end of the line. ¡°What¡¯s your name? Assigned group? Take out your documentation!¡± Snaketooth came immediately after Tigerclaw. He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it carefully to the officer. ¡°Snaketooth, Fifth Construction Team of Redflag Group¡­¡± The officer ignored his introduction, scanned his ticket, and slapped it onto his chest. ¡°Boat on the left. Next!¡± Tigerclaw was already waiting for him at the entrance. ¡°They didn¡¯t ask for bribes. That¡¯s amazing.¡± ¡°Indeed¡­ they didn¡¯t.¡± Snaketooth half-heartedly folded his documentation, put it in his pocket, and scanned the harbor for his friends. When the Concrete Boat sounded its horn and slowly sailed away from the harbor, he finally saw them on a flight of stone steps¡ªSunflower was waving Joe¡¯s jacket, while Joe hugged his elbows and crouched behind her. Snaketooth also took off his jacket and waved it furiously, ignoring other passengers¡¯ stares of confusion. Their eyes finally met once again. ¡°Take care!¡± he shouted. His friends also seemed to say something, but the sound of the boat¡¯s engine drowned out their voices. Sunflower followed the boat along the shore for a while, but the Concrete Boat was soon too far away and disappeared from her sight. Even then, Snaketooth failed to give her his answer. Chapter 498 Chapter 498: The Roland Gunboat Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It took Roland a whole day to return to the Border Area, and his back ached with weariness. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he went to bed early, and he didn¡¯t feel refreshed until noon of the next day. He thought, ¡°I must have a soundproof cabin, a soft desk chair, and a large bed on my private boat. Otherwise, I¡¯ll have to sit on a trembling hard deck stool and listen to the roar of the steam engine, which will torture both my body and soul.¡± The first thing Roland did when he walked into his office was to call his director, Barov Mons, and Minister of Agriculture, Sirius Daly, to his office. Although there was only one week left before the planned date of the spring offensive, he could rest assured since Iron Axe was governing the military. The most important thing at the moment was to manage the agricultural production well, namely spring sowing. After all, he would be much less worried when he had a supply of grain. ¡°I saw seeds being transported at the Longsong Pier, so with enough Golden Ones, the crops there won¡¯t be too bad this year. But we should focus on the Border Area, since we¡¯re everyone¡¯s model, proof, and example!¡± Roland said with one hand knocking on his desk. ¡°How is the spring sowing going? Someone tells me.¡± ¡°Your Highness, here¡¯s the situation,¡± Barov spoke first. ¡°Among the first batch of promoted serfs, only 30% of them are willing to continue farming; plus the newly employed ones, the agricultural population is about 10,000. According to last year¡¯s average wheat yield, the grain that these 10,000 serfs produce should be able to feed 40,000 to 50,000 people.¡± He paused and then added, ¡°And this number is calculated according to the official citizen¡¯s quota for purchasing grains, which is far more than the daily consumption of other cities¡¯ citizens. If we calculate according to the minimum amount of grain people need to stay alive, this number can increase by 20,000.¡± ¡°That¡¯s about it, Your Highness,¡± Sirius added. ¡°But those conclusions are made by the Ministry of Agriculture according to the statistics from two years ago. This year, half of the serfs, mainly newly employed, will use the Golden Twos modified by Lady Leaf. Honestly, if I hadn¡¯t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn¡¯t have believed that one wheat straw could produce so many ears. Also, more than 2,000 serfs will change to planting potatoes and corn this year, which makes it hard to predict the actual yield for this year.¡± ¡°As for the sowing process, farmlands are currently being plowed. According to the Crop Farming Brochure, farmland needs to be plowed three times, and raised compost must be mixed in the soil¡ªusually, this process takes three to four weeks, depending on the number of laborers and the farm tools they¡¯re using. But the serfs employed last year all rented iron tools, which should greatly shorten the plowing time.¡± ¡°As for the ditch depth and seeding distance, I¡¯ve arranged apprentices to educate the serfs to farm with the optimal methods introduced on the farming brochure.¡± It was easy to see that the former knight of the Wolf Family had done a lot of research on farming. He obviously had considered all aspects and made points that Roland could not help but agree with. The excessive dependence on the land itself led to the agricultural underdevelopment in this era. Namely, people believed that owning land was all there was to farming. Sometimes, in order to protect the farmlands, they would let farmlands rest for a few years, which was very inefficient. Now that the City of Neverwinter had controllable water irrigation, natural fertilizer, and scientific planting methods, plus Leaf¡¯s modified seeds, the land yields greatly surprised all the residents. However, a third of the 30,000 total population was engaged in agricultural production, which was too high of a percentage for Roland. He wanted to efficiently reduce the agricultural population by improving farming tools, such as manufacturing agricultural equipment which used animal or mechanic power. ¡°Well, keep the momentum going,¡± Roland said with satisfaction, ¡°and people who have been assigned to the Longsong Area should keep everything well documented, in case we want to extend this model to other cities.¡± After dealing with agricultural affairs, Roland left the castle. Accompanied by Nightingale and the guards, he went to the dock of the Redwater River. The ship, which was constructed by Anna, entered the weapons installation phase two days ago. Now, with its hull painted with a gray and red anti-corrosion coating, the ship quietly stood on the crossties. It was the size of about three concrete boats and seemed extremely mighty. Unlike the cement paddle steamer, which had no cabin, this ship¡¯s side port was almost three meters wide and could fit the boiler and steam engine. There were also no paddle wheels on both sides. Another characteristic was a bridge at the center of the hull. Although the bridge was only about six meters tall, it looked very prominent. Of course, as a shallow water gunboat, its most important equipment was its 152mm giant cannon. In order to save the manufacturing time, Roland did not let Anna produce the naval artillery, but tore down the one on the city wall and planned to install it on the ship. Now, it was standing in the dock, waiting for hoisting¡ªthe final step. ¡°Your Highness.¡± Anna waved at Roland when she saw him. ¡°Over here!¡± The prince walked over with a smile on his face. ¡°How is it? Is the construction going well?¡± During his absence in Border Town, Anna took care of all the manufacturing work. Although she had all the blueprints of its key parts, it was entirely an unprecedented huge project, so it was natural to run into all sorts of problems. ¡°Not so well.¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°There were some tricky problems¡ªside hull deformation, propeller leaking, hull tilting after being welded with a bridge, and the gun platform couldn¡¯t hold a cannon, but I solved all of them.¡± ¡°All¡­ solved?¡± Roland asked surprisedly. ¡°Yes.¡± With a big smile, Anna explained while counting her fingers. ¡°There was a hull deformation because the steel plate of the board was too thin, so I added fixed carriages. The propeller leak was caused by the gap between the casing and the gear lever, so I wrapped the gap with a sink so that the water inside won¡¯t run everywhere and can be pumped out by a steam engine. The bridge tilting was caused by uneven weights, which were fixed with a little modification. The gun platform problem was the most difficult one, but I drew inspiration from the revolver design¡ªI first cut a row of indentations on the bottom ring, then I put in a falcula, which could be inserted in between gears, and it could simply fix the upper rotating gun carrier in any direction.¡± Roland blinked his eyes and spoke after a long pause. ¡°You¡¯re a genius.¡± For him, those problems were not difficult to deal with, but he had drawn countless mechanic sketches. Especially for the last problem, probably only someone as observative as Anna could associate a revolver with the fixing method of the gun platform. ¡°By the way, Your Highness, does the boat have a name?¡± ¡°Not yet,¡± he said, raising his eyebrow, ¡°and why do you ask?¡± ¡°The soldiers from the First Army came every few days and fought eagerly to carve their own names onto the bridge,¡± Anna said with a smile. ¡°They say you promised that the best gunner could have a gunboat named after him.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ I see.¡± Rodney from the Artillery Battalion and Nelson from the Artillery Battalion came to Roland¡¯s mind. ¡°But not for this ship, because the name of the first warship not only represents the ship itself but also represents its rank and model number.¡± He tilted his mouth. ¡°I can¡¯t hand over this honor to anyone else, so I¡¯ll name it the Roland¡ªthe Roland No. 1.¡± Chapter 499 Chapter 499: Prelude to the Spring Offensive Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Garden Mansion, the Inner City of King¡¯s City, Kingdom of Graycastle. Since Roland Wimbledon¡¯s surprise attack on the palace which successfully destroyed the Hall of the Sky Dome, Theo¡¯s status had greatly improved. Every member of the ¡°Dove and Cylinder¡± showed him great respect, and this intelligence organization was finally established. Along with several core personnel, Theo could also affect Skeleton Fingers¡¯ decisions as a result of his contributions over the past six months. He also had a good knowledge of the activities of the other Rats¡¯ organizations, since he had informants in both the patrol team and the Black Street. They provided him with privileged information only for the money, and they did not care at all who they worked for. However, his gold royals still could not buy his way into the circle of the upper nobles, who cared more about family background and titles. Fortunately, through his connections with the heads of the Rats, who had close relationships with the great nobles, he managed to get some less important information now and then. For example, he heard the news below. ¡°Timothy is sending a platoon of 500 men to block the Redwater River?¡± Theo tapped on the arm of his chair and asked. ¡°Is he really going to do that?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Rockhill answered, ¡°half of his platoon will be Blood Sail Rats. That¡¯s what the boss said himself. It¡¯s a profitable job, so the Rats fought each other over it, and several of them even got injured or killed.¡± ¡°Indeed, it¡¯s profitable,¡± Clown whistled and said. ¡°Just think about it¡­ What will they block in the river? The merchant ships! And what¡¯s the punishment for violating the king¡¯s ban? Confiscating the cargo and imposing a fine! Who can do a better blackmail job than Rats? Ah, of course¡­ the patrol team is also good at it?¡± ¡°Half of them are Rats, so the other half must be Timothy¡¯s guards,¡± said Hill Fawkes calmly. ¡°I¡¯m told that in the countryside this morning, there were four hawk-headed ships in the harbor.¡± Theo could not help but frown. The hawk-headed ships were high-speed, inland river warships that had slender hulls, with sails and oars, as well as embolons below the water and iron hooks on both sides. Once they caught up with their target, they could be tightly hooked together to enable the soldiers on one ship to easily jump onto another one to fight, making it difficult for merchant ships to escape from them. ¡°Based on all the information we¡¯ve collected already, it¡¯s clear that Timothy is going to send a fleet of four warships carrying more than 500 people, including over 200 fully armed guards, to block the Redwater River.¡± He sighed inwardly, thinking that it was really bad news. They had got wind of Timothy¡¯s intention to block the Redwater River trade route before the Months of Demons, but most people did not take him seriously back then and thought he would only set a blockade in the canal of King¡¯s City. Nobody believed that he would dare to set a blockade between the Western and Central Region to declare an economic siege on the City of Neverwinter. That would anger the lords of Silver City and Redwater City, who would never allow this ban to cost them any great economic loss. However, now with four warships that could easily block merchant ships anywhere they wanted, Timothy¡¯s situation was different, as the other lords could not compete with him at all on the water. Even though this blockade would turn the lords against him, nothing could shake his resolve to defeat Roland. Theo looked at Hill, who nodded at him and voiced the same thoughts, ¡°Timothy may not set a fixed blockade on the Redwater River. He¡¯ll just attack any caravan he spots, and his troops will act as pirates on water and bandits on land. An enemy force of 500 people is indeed a nightmare for any caravan. By doing so, he¡¯ll probably succeed in cutting off the Western Region¡¯s supplies.¡± ¡°We have to report this to His Highness as soon as possible,¡± Theo said in a deep voice. Last year, Border Town had bought a large amount of grain, clothes and ore, and this year, because of the town¡¯s merger with Longsong Stronghold, it had a much higher demand for resources. If Timothy succeeded in his attempt, it would definitely cause Prince Roland massive trouble. They worried about this vexing issue for His Highness and wondered if he could solve this problem. Sounds of flapping wings then came from the backyard. As Theo stood up to open the door to the backyard, a gray falcon flew in as quickly as a flash of lighting and gently landed on his shoulder. The circus members simultaneously lowered their heads, putting their hands on their chests, to show respect for the message from the Western Region. Theo took a piece of paper from the messenger and glanced at it. His heart skipped a beat. ¡°Ha¡­ haha.¡± He could not help himself from laughing out loud, even though he knew that he should hide his emotions as an intelligence officer. It was such timely, good news for him. ¡°We don¡¯t need to worry about it anymore,¡± he said with visible joy. ¡°His Highness already knows about it?¡± Hill asked. ¡°No, but he¡¯s going to solve it once and for all,¡± he said in a low but excited voice. ¡°Once and for all?¡± Clown was confused. ¡°You mean¡­¡± ¡°Yes, the First Army of His Highness has already left for King¡¯s City!¡± Theo clenched his fists. ¡°It¡¯s time to overthrow Timothy!¡± He had known that His Highness would launch his attack this year, but he never expected it to happen so soon, as the prince had not told him any specifics about the attack in order to keep the plan secret. Now, he finally knew that the attack was actually scheduled for spring, just in time for the plowing season. ¡°It¡¯s finally time.¡± Hill inhaled deeply, suddenly got down on one knee, and said, ¡°Just give us His Highness¡¯s orders.¡± ¡°For the new King!¡± the other five people shouted and kneeled likewise. The thought of the new kingdom also excited Theo. If Timothy was overthrown, Roland Wimbledon would become the only successor to the throne of the Kingdom of Graycastle. And if Roland was crowned king, Theo would probably gain greater power and reach a new height that he had never dreamed of before. He did not even have to think about their chances of winning. Anyone who had witnessed the First Army in action would never doubt that Roland would be victorious over Timothy in this attack. ¡°His Highness orders us to stay away from the west gate of King¡¯s City. He also orders us to prevent the Rats from taking advantage of the chaos during the attack, and to restore the social order as soon as possible after the war.¡± Theo slowly read out the remaining part of the secret letter. ¡°Do everything in your power to help the civilians suffering in the war, such as providing medical aid, free shelter, and food, and hand over this job to the First Army when the situation is stable.¡± ¡°Th-that¡¯s it?¡± All of them looked at each other and were totally at a loss. ¡°His Highness didn¡¯t order us to trick the guards into opening the city gate, or set fires in different directions in order to mislead the enemy?¡± ¡°No, those¡¯re His Highness¡¯s wishes,¡± Theo put the letter away and said with a smile. He thought it was just like Roland¡¯s style to care more about the people and social order, not to compel any intelligence personnel to step onto the battlefield. He felt that Roland¡¯s order also suggested that the prince thought nothing of Timothy¡¯s forces. Chapter 500 Chapter 500: Body of Steel (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Roland stood on the balcony on top of the command room of his boat and felt his heart stir with pride as he watched his fleet of boats lined up behind him. Besides the flagship, the Roland, all the other boats were slow and clumsy concrete boats. However, with more than ten of them in a fleet, they still looked magnificent. The massive fleet puffed long trails of white smoke out of their chimneys and parted the river as they crashed through the waves, and they seemed to be completely unstoppable. The gunboat was apparently the fleet¡¯s main attraction¡ªits towering bridge and sleek appearance separated it from ordinary sailing ships and concrete boats. It dominated the inland rivers with its weapons, including a 152mm main cannon and two Mark I machine guns, custom-made high-pressure steam engine, and a propeller driving system that enabled it to reach a speed of 12 kilometers per hour. ¡°You seemed to be in a good mood.¡± Nightingale observed as she tidied her windswept hair. ¡°Is it because you¡¯ll be returning home soon?¡± ¡°You mean, the palace? No way, I¡¯m never going back there,¡± he said, shaking his head. ¡°The Western Region is my real home. I¡¯m happy because this conflict will be over soon.¡± ¡°Hm¡­ half of that is a lie.¡± Roland remembered with a shock that she could tell when people were lying. ¡°Ahem, alright, I¡¯m actually proud of myself for managing to produce many boats during the Months of Demons.¡± ¡°You¡¯re telling the truth this time.¡± Nightingale blinked. ¡°But you sound a little full of yourself.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I lied.¡± ¡°That¡¯s understandable.¡± She chuckled and walked over to Roland. ¡°I don¡¯t blame you. I wouldn¡¯t mind if you told a little lie, as long as it has nothing to do with me.¡± ¡°¡­ If you don¡¯t mind, then don¡¯t point out my lies,¡± thought Roland querulously. ¡°By the way, I never thanked you,¡± whispered Nightingale as she gazed into the distance. ¡°Thank me for what?¡± ¡°For ending the conflict and bringing peace to the Kingdom of Graycastle. Both commoners and witches will live happily under your rule,¡± she said slowly. ¡°I always knew that you¡¯d achieve this, but I didn¡¯t think it¡¯d happen so soon.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not that fast. Even after I dethrone Timothy, the noble will resist with all their might. Uniting the entire Graycastle may take another few years.¡± Roland sighed. ¡°Progress is never easy, so we still have a long way to go in achieving our goal.¡± ¡°This is already so much better than I imagined. Before this, I was worried I would never live to see this day.¡± ¡°Come on, don¡¯t say like that?¡± Roland glared at her. ¡°Do you think I¡¯ll put you in danger?¡± ¡°It¡¯s expected for a combat witch like me to always be in battle, and breaking convention takes sacrifice.¡± Nightingale turned her head. ¡°I had prepared for this the moment I swore my loyalty to you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry I let you down,¡± Roland said with a shrug. ¡°There will definitely be sacrifices, but our enemies will be making them. Anyway, I should thank you.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Nightingale asked in surprise. ¡°Because if I never met a witch, I wouldn¡¯t have the confidence to do what I¡¯m doing now.¡± If not for Anna, he would not have decided to save these witches, and if there was not magic power in this world, he would still be cautiously living his primitive life in a run-down Border Town. ¡°You¡¯re¡­ telling the truth.¡± Nightingale looked up at him. ¡°Of course I am,¡± said Roland with a smile. Suddenly, a golden figure descended from the sky and landed next to them. ¡°Your Highness, four sloops with paddles on both sides are approaching us from 20 kilometers away, and they look like the hawk-headed ships described in the report.¡± said Lightning, ¡°but I didn¡¯t see any hawk statues on the ships.¡± ¡°The hawk head probably refers to the embolon under water.¡± Roland patted her head. ¡°Good job, keep up the good work.¡± ¡°So¡­ can I do less practice questions as punishment?¡± The little girl stared at the prince with begging eyes. He could not help but laugh. ¡°Alright. If you promise to keep still in the future, you only have to do one set of questions.¡± ¡°Yes, Sir!¡± Lightning¡¯s eyes lit up, and she immediately leapt up and flew towards the East in a flash. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have let her off so easy.¡± Nightingale complained. ¡°She¡¯ll learn her lesson if she¡¯s rewarded.¡± Roland dismissed her criticism with a wave and turned to walk towards the stairs. ¡°Let¡¯s go back to the command room. We have work to do.¡± ¡­ The small, square command room contained nothing but a wooden table and four benches. The commander of the First Army Iron Axe, the leader of the Gun Battalion Brian, the leader of the Artillery Battalion Van¡¯er, and the captain of the Victory Cacusim stood by the table to draft the battle plan for their first battle in the river. ¡°According to Theo¡¯s report, Timothy¡¯s four battle ships are inland galleys. They¡¯re about as fast as our concrete boats, but they¡¯re agiler.¡± Roland said, pointing to the chart on the table. ¡°Usually, these ships will approach enemy ships, so their crews can jump onto them and fight. They can also be filled with flammables such as gunpowder or sulfur and crash into their target, destroying both ships. However, since our enemies¡¯ goal is to block the river and plunder our boats, they probably won¡¯t use the second method. ¡°This is our first time to fight on a river, so please feel free to share any ideas you have.¡± ¡°Your Highness, it¡¯ll be hard to hit a moving target with a moving cannon, so I suggest we fire when we¡¯re closer to their ships,¡± suggested Van¡¯er. ¡°As long as we¡¯re about 50 meters away, I promise every cannonball will sink an enemy ship!¡± ¡°But I hear that firing shells not only wastes a lot of gunpowder, but also requires Miss Anna to make the shells,¡± said Brian, shaking his head. ¡°I think it¡¯s better to wait for the enemy to board our ships and then riddle them with the bullets from our heavy machine guns.¡± Roland turned to Cacusim and said, ¡°What do you think?¡± He summoned this old man into the command room because he was the only person in the City of Neverwinter who had fought on boats before. According to him, he ran into pirates many times when he was a merchant, and even being plundered still counted as a kind of experience. ¡°Um, Your Highness¡­¡± Cacusim hesitated for a while. ¡°In my opinion, we should just charge towards them.¡± ¡°What?¡± the other two men all asked, staring in shock. ¡°Your ship is large, fast, and made of steel, so their wooden ships will probably collapse upon contact. Even if you don¡¯t destroy them, any leaks will prevent them from moving further.¡± He glanced at everyone. ¡°Of course, this, this is just my personal opinion.¡± This tactic reminded Roland of a poem that said, ¡°With the sun shining and waves high, a D flag hangs from the mast.¡± ¡°Alright, let¡¯s follow this plan.¡± He finally decided. ¡°Even though we don¡¯t have a D flag, a flag with a tower and four stars will have the same effect.¡± ¡°I order the Roland to raise the flag of City of Neverwinter, sound its horn, and proceed at full speed ahead!¡± Chapter 501 Chapter 501: Body of Steel (Part II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Eden was a newly promoted knight in King¡¯s City who had no land and no inheritable title, placing him in the lowest rank among the nobles. Some great nobles even believed that knights were not part of the nobles and only held honorary titles. Thus, he was very excited to enforce Timothy¡¯s blockade order. Since he had sailing experience from his younger days, and the king preferred new recruits, he eventually became the captain of a hawk-headed ship. He believed that he was a good judge of opportunity¡ªthis blockade was his chance to prove himself and be crowned as a real nobleman, since most of the noblemen were not willing to leave the comfort of their homes to fight on ships for months. It was also easy for him to prove himself because both merchant ships and caravans stood no chance against him. If local lords sent knights to protect the caravans on land, the merchant ships would be left vulnerable. As long as he was not too greedy, he would be able to complete this mission to His Majesty Timothy¡¯s satisfaction. ¡°Of course, His Majesty¡¯s satisfaction depends on how much money and cargo I can seize.¡± At this thought, he glanced coldly at the happy Rats on the boat across from him. They had intercepted a merchant ship from Redwater City yesterday, and although the captain insisted he was sailing to Fallen Dragon Ridge, they still seized all his cargo and killed most of the crew. The cargo mostly consisted of furs, wine, and a jar of gold royals. ¡°And these idiots dared to treat the seized cargo like their own spoils and divided it among themselves according to Black Street rules.¡± Eden chuckled coldly at this thought. ¡°The Rats have no clue that their only purposes in this blockade are to openly plunder ships and to appease local lords. When the rebel king Roland is defeated, the Rat¡¯s heads will be sent to the lords who were affected by the blockade as an apology from the king. Then, the seized goods will definitely be added to the palace¡¯s vault. But these Rats see this mission as a chance to strike rich and have no clue about their imminent deaths. How ironic.¡± ¡°My lord, there¡¯s movement ahead!¡± shouted the sailor from the lookout position. Eden peered out from the bow and saw a puff of black smoke in the distance, as if something was burning on the river. After a while, a gray smudge emerged and began to approach them. It was definitely a ship, but he could not see its sail. ¡°Isn¡¯t it traveling a little too fast for a ship?¡± asked his assistant after staring for a while. Eden had also noticed this. Its speed was frighteningly fast, even for going downstream, and it had grown to the size of his palm from a gray speck in less than half an hour. He could also tell by its distance that it was much larger than regular merchant ships. The other two hawk-headed ships had also spotted the target, and one of them began paddling quickly to reach this strange merchant ship before everyone else. ¡°My lord, should we approach as well?¡± asked Eden¡¯s assistant. Eden pondered for a while and said, ¡°Let¡¯s wait and observe first.¡± He noticed that the hawk-headed ship behind him that was commanded by Baron Derrick was also holding back, while Rats¡¯ ship was already preparing to board the strange ship. When he got a clear view of the approaching boat, Eden gasped in shock, and everyone on deck also exclaimed. The sailor on the mast shouted, ¡°My God, my lord, what in the world is that?¡± Unlike seaships with copper bottoms, the entire ship made of uniform glistening metal, including the strange iron tower on top of it. Its bow parted the river like a shuttle in fabric, and the foam it stirred up revealed how fast this steel vessel was going. ¡°Hum¡­¡± The boat gave off a deep whistle as it plowed forward and turned to crash straight into the first hawk-headed ship! The hawk-headed ship was sailing sideways in order to board the approaching boat, a tactic that worked with slow merchant boats but left them vulnerable against this fast steel vessel¡ªbefore it could turn around and escape, the vessel had already crashed into its defenseless side. Its wood side split open with a loud crack, and the entire ship almost turned over into the river, as if it had been pushed by a giant hand. Fierce waves crashed onto the deck, and many men were flung straight into the water ¡°God!¡± Eden¡¯s assistant stared in fear. ¡°It¡¯s heading straight towards us!¡± ¡°The enemies are attacking!¡± shouted the sailors. ¡°My lord, the enemies are attacking!¡± People began scrambling to set up bows and fill their flintlocks with ammunition. Eden saw the flag of the tower and twin guns on top of the steel vessel, gulped and ordered, gritting his teeth, ¡°Tell the rowers to start moving and take us close to shore!¡± He had never seen this flag before, but he guessed that such a terrifying thing could only be invented by the prince of the Western Region, who was rumored to deal with demons! Not only was it giant, but its speed was also faster than slim galleys. A mortal could never achieve this! ¡°Aren¡¯t we going to retreat?¡± asked his assistant, trembling. ¡°Retreat?¡± Eden yelled angrily. ¡°How can we outrun a ship that is faster than us? Our only hope is to stay near the shore to prevent it from crashing into us and try to board it by circling behind! Damn it, go relay my orders!¡± He pushed his panicking assistant aside and felt a chill as he saw the damaged hawk-headed ship. He could imagine how bad the situation inside the hull was. The steel vessel¡¯s bow was completely stuck inside its side, wrecking, if not completely splitting, the thin and flimsy hawk-headed ship. The unluckiest sailors were the rowers, who were either smashed to death by the steel bow, or worse, trapped in the hull and drowned. Cries and curses erupted from the boat, and the fear they conveyed made Eden pity even the Rats on board¡ªtheir circumstances were reversed, the hunter had become the prey. As the current kept flowing and the steel vessel slowed down, the twisted hawk-headed ship fell off of the enemies¡¯ hull and turned over, spilling bloody river water from its hole. The second hawk-headed ship was desperately trying to turn around and run away, but the ominous whistle sounded again, and with a deafening rumble and long cloud of smoke, the steel vessel began advancing towards its next target. Chapter 502 Chapter 502: Body of Steel (Part III) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The second hawk-headed ship was still turning around, so its side was directly facing the steel vessel, making it even more vulnerable than the first. The Rats were all terrified by the incoming steel vessel, but a few of them still attempted to shoot the enemy with bolts. However, the bolts were as tiny as a needle compared to the giant boat and did not even make a dent. Soon, the unstoppable steel vessel directly smashed into the center of the hawk-headed ship¡¯s side, instantly crushing a dozen of its paddles. Then, to Eden¡¯s disbelief, the river current and force of the impact caused the hawk-headed ship to flip sideways, which also lifted the bow of the enemy ship into the air. The steel bow rose up and then crashed down heavily onto the hawk-headed ship¡¯s deck. The hawk-headed ship cracked with a shrill sound, and the unharmed Rats jumped into the water to escape, while the others trailed blood all over the deck, screaming in pain from their injuries. Eden watched the steel vessel slowly lower into the thin hawk-headed ship, which fell apart under the weight with a series of cracking sounds. Its hull could not withstand the pressure and suddenly snapped in half, causing both ends to shoot upwards with a great splash. The two halves did not immediately sink, but floated like corpses on the river with only half of the side port above water. On the other hand, the steel vessel did not have a single scratch on it and instead began to charge toward Eden¡¯s ship. Eden heard the sailors around him gasp in fear. His hawk-headed ship was about to be the fifth one to be instantly snapped in half, and he was preparing to abandon the ship. Luckily, he had given the right orders before! His ship was completely pressed against the shore, and the enemy was turning to pursue the remaining Baron Derrick, which was trying to escape. ¡°Raise all your bows and torches!¡± Eden took a deep breath and roared, ¡°I want all of these cowards hiding in this metal shell dead! I¡¯ll give you one gold royal for every enemy you kill! Do you hear me? One gold royal!¡± If he survived and escaped back to King¡¯s City, he would definitely never be promoted, so his only chance of gaining Timothy¡¯s approval was to defeat the rebel king¡¯s ship. Even though this ship might have been produced by demons, the crew on it was still human and defeatable! The sailors seemed to regain some of their confidence after dodging the last round of the enemy¡¯s attacks. These men all dealt with murder in their previous jobs, so they were used to seeing blood and gore¡ªas long as they were not going to be completely slaughtered, they were still willing to earn a gold royal or two. When the hawk-headed ship was completely safe from being hit, it left the shore and sailed parallel to the steel vessel, slowly inching toward its course, until the two ships were sailing alongside each other. Before the steel vessel passed them and when the two ships were only meters apart, the sailors raised their various weapons. They would first fire at the passing ship and then board it to attack the crew, which was the common tactic used against merchant ships. However, there was not a single man on deck, only a dark tube encased in metal and containing a row of small holes, pointing directly at the sailors. Before Eden could figure out what this thing was, the tube began to spit tongues of flames! Bursts of blood began to appear among the row of armed men, and wooden fragments and gore flew everywhere. The sailors were cut down like rows of grass, while the surviving ones immediately began to search for cover. However, neither barrels nor masts were a match against the metal tube, which shattered the barrels and snapped the masts with a loud crack. After the sails fell into the water, the hawk-headed ship began to slow down. Eden did not get the victory he had dreamed of. He realized that the tube was some sort of flintlock, but it was much faster and shot out streams of bullets with a hissing sound. However, he could not understand how the rebel king managed to drastically improve such a slow and inaccurate weapon¡­ perhaps this could only be explained as the power of the devil. Soon, he was struck by a shower of bullets. ******************* This was Rodney¡¯s first time witnessing such a battle. The Roland barreled its solid bow straight through the enemy ships as if they were dry weeds, leaving them completely helpless. He waited by the cannons for an order to open fire, but that order never came. When the fourth enemy ship was left floating in pieces in the river, the battle was officially over. The enemies¡¯ screams and groans filled the air, while the survivors gave up their faith, swam to shore, and escaped without hesitation into the forest. His Highness did not order the crew to chase after these deserters and left them to run off on their own. There were also some badly injured men who were holding onto their last breaths and lying against the broken ships, but no one tried to save them from their inevitable deaths. ¡°What a shame.¡± Jop put the unused shells back in their cases. ¡°I thought we¡¯d be able to show off the true power of cannons to those fellows in the Gun Battalion.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± agreed Nelson disappointedly. ¡°Compared to the ammunition we used for the heavy machine guns, a round of cannon shells uses about the same amount and is much more effective.¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough. Miss Anna personally made these, so they¡¯re much more valuable than machine gun bullets, which are produced by the hundred every day,¡± said Van¡¯er with a frown. ¡°You¡¯ll get your chance when we attack the city, so be sure to aim well and save face for the Artillery Battalion! I hand-picked all of you¡­¡± ¡°To join your elite team, commander, you¡¯ve told us this many times,¡± said Nelson, splaying his hands. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it won¡¯t take more than three shells to blow open the gate in King¡¯s City.¡± He nudged Rodney. ¡°Hey, say something.¡± ¡°I want a battleship like this one¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± The other four men were shocked. ¡°I hope to own a shallow water gunboat like this one someday.¡± He repeated, his eyes glittering with excitement. ¡°I¡¯m going to call it the Rodney!¡± ¡°Wait, don¡¯t you think your elder brother deserves this honor first? The second boat should be called the Nelson.¡± ¡°No way¡­ I¡¯m not giving you that right.¡± ¡°Save it, you two. The second boat will definitely be called the Van¡¯er. Don¡¯t forget that I brought all of you into the elite mortar team.¡± ¡°Here we go again.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw sighed. ¡°Could it be called the Cat¡¯s Claw or the Jop?¡± Jop mumbled quietly. ¡°No,¡± responded the three men in unison. After the concrete boats caught up to the flagship, the expedition fleet resumed its journey. Two days later, King¡¯s City¡¯s gray city wall emerged into sight. Chapter 503 Chapter 503: The Battle of King¡¯s City (Part 1) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Highness, there¡¯s a platoon guarding the pier area,¡± Lightning, who was responsible for monitoring the enemy¡¯s situation, reported. ¡°There are about 100 of them, and judging from their uniforms, they seem to be militia.¡± ¡°Only 100?¡± Roland was slightly surprised. It was predictable that Timothy would deploy troops to the pier of the outlying district¡ªthe massive fleet was certain to be noticed when it passed through Redwater City and Silver City. Though steamships were much faster than sailing ships, and could in five days cover a distance which the latter would require seven days for, they were still not as fast as messengers who continuously changed horses and traveled round the clock. Not to mention pigeons¡ªif the new king¡¯s spies used pigeons to deliver their report, Timothy would have received the news two or three days in advance. But it was unexpected that Timothy would deploy only 100 men to defend the pier. Roland had imagined that the first battle would take place in its vicinity. He anticipated that crossbowmen, musketeers, and even mangonels would be stationed along both banks of the river in order to prevent his troops from landing on shore successfully. This was why he wanted to build inland river gunboats in time for the spring offensive. The efficiency of transportation by water was much higher than that of by land, but its disadvantage was that the troops had to alight at a dock and thus could be easily ambushed. If his army had the capability to attack across the shore, it would be able to handle any ambush easily and create a secure landing point. It seemed as though Timothy had already given up on the ¡°massive advantage¡± he would have while Roland¡¯s troops were landing. From Roland¡¯s perspective, although this was the right decision, it was unjustifiable¡ªit was impossible that Timothy knew about the range and power of his 152 mm naval artillery. As Roland thought about this, he beckoned Sylvie over. ¡°Are the militiamen carrying any Berserk Pills?¡± Sylvie summoned her Eye of Magic and took some time to observe the scene. ¡°I don¡¯t see anything that looks like a pill. Some of them don¡¯t even have any weapons on them. But¡­ there¡¯s something strange about the ground.¡± ¡°The ground?¡± ¡°They have buried a few things in the ground¡­ there¡¯re also some on the pier.¡± Sylvie strained her brows to observe even more carefully. ¡°Crocks and barrels¡­ they¡¯re filled with dark gray powder.¡± ¡°Gunpowder?¡± Nightingale exclaimed uncontrollably. ¡°Well, that makes sense,¡± Roland said, acting as calm as he could. ¡°The militia is just a bait to draw our attention. By presenting us with a false opportunity to scramble ashore and capture the pier, Timothy will then ignite the gunpowder and blow all of us up.¡± In his heart, he was not as calm as he appeared. This strategy was similar to the landmine warfare of the past and was indeed a good plan. Though he saw through it early, his troops would still need to land on shore¡ªhaving made the choice to travel by water, the pier was a necessary crossing, and it seemed that Timothy was aware of this inevitability. He probably hoped to catch Roland by surprise by setting up an ambush instead of fighting straight up. If Sylvie was not around, there was a chance that Roland would have walked right into the trap. The solution to this was fairly accomplishable. As Timothy did not have wireless methods to ignite the gunpowder, he would have to deploy people near the barrels to do the ignition. All that Roland had to do was to eliminate these people. In any case, it was important to preserve the pier, or else he would not be able to transport his cannons and ammunition on shore. Through Sylvie¡¯s careful observation, Roland was able to pinpoint two places where the ignition was likely to be carried out. One was situated in a shack on the edge of the pier, as evident from a long iron pipe that connected it to the nearest barrel. The other was situated in the pier¡¯s warehouse. The two places had a similar feature ¨C a shifting black hole formed by a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. After some discussion with Iron Axe, Roland quickly decided the battle plan. First, Nightingale would sneak into the warehouse, silently dispose of the ignition crew, and guard the gate against substitutes running in and igniting the gunpowder. Then, Roland would use the naval artillery to destroy the shack. There was no problem even if it caused the gunpowder to ignite¡ªso long as the pier remained in good condition. ******************* Leaning against a battlement on the west side of King¡¯s City, the Steelheart Knight, Weimar, raised his telescope and observed the movement on the river. The long and thin canal was like a strip of glittering gold ribbon which cut through the brown and white plains, of which much of the accumulated snow had already melted to reveal a vivid green that came from the sprouting of grass. This was proof that earthly things were coming back to life. Such a view was always pleasurable regardless of the occasion. The only things that did not fit the scene were the billows of black smoke that drifted through the air directly above the canal. It¡¯s the fleet of the rebel king, Roland Wimbledon. I never thought that he¡¯d really dare to attack King¡¯s City. Although Weimar felt that it was laughable, he also developed a hint of admiration for Roland. Ever since this capital city was built more than 200 years ago, it had never been attacked. Once an enemy saw the towering and magnificent bluestone walls of the city, the courage to attack would naturally fizzle away. Not everyone possessed the audacity to fight when it was clear that the enemy held an absolute advantage. At least, Timothy Wimbledon surely doesn¡¯t possess this courage. While the person who does possess it is our enemy, unfortunately. The knight was committed to his honor. As the Guardian Knight of King¡¯s City, he was entrusted with the responsibility of defending it, and would have to fulfil his duty until the very end. ¡°Sir, the rebel king¡¯s fleet is here!¡± A squire ran up to the battlements and yelled. ¡°Hush, I saw it long ago.¡± Weimar placed his telescope down and spat out some saliva. ¡°Convey my order that the 1st and 2nd Cavalry shall mount their horses and await my command behind the city gate, while the mercenaries shall follow closely behind the cavalries. Tell them not to piss their pants when the gunpowder explodes. The oil boilers will also be set on fire, even though I doubt that the enemy will be able to touch this side of the city wall.¡± The knights nearby burst into laughter at once. According to the plan, after allowing the rebel king¡¯s platoon to occupy the pier, flags would be raised along the city wall. At this time, the snow powder buried near the pier would be ignited, which would be certain to disarray and damage the enemy substantially. Then, the city gates would be opened for the cavalries to launch their attack, ultimately delivering a comfortable victory. ¡°Those country bumpkins from the Western Region probably believe that King¡¯s City is comparable to their grandest city, Longsong Stronghold. Just climb a ladder and the city can be seized.¡± The Ironfeather Knight, Scar, chimed in. ¡°I think that you can save the firewood and bring them home to burn.¡± ¡°Just for precaution.¡± ¡°What a fool,¡± Weimar silently thought, ¡°even if things like the boiling oil or the rolling stones aren¡¯t effective in battle, they must still be displayed for His Highness¡¯ sake. Trying to be cheap just because the enemy¡¯s too weak to break in¡ªwith this kind of mentality, he¡¯ll surely be kicked out of the city¡¯s knightage by Timothy sooner or later.¡± He raised up the telescope once again, only to see the front most sailless ship detach from the rest of the fleet and head towards the pier on its own. The top of the ship billowed black smoke which could be seen from miles away, while there were no paddles on either side of the ship. It was unclear to him how the ship operated. But these were unimportant details. No matter how weird a ship was, it could not come on shore and fight. The sailless ship gradually reduced its speed and unhurriedly docked at the pier on the opposite shore. ¡°What¡¯re they trying to do?¡± Scar raised his eyebrows. ¡°Do they intend to alight on the opposite shore? Don¡¯t tell me that 100 militiamen scare the rebel king?¡± Weimar also felt surprised. Usually, when an enemy saw that the pier¡¯s defense was paper-thin, it would try to capture the pier quickly. He opened his mouth to say something, but just then, a blaze of fire lit up in front of the strange-looking ship. The orange-red flames seemed to create a new dawn. Chapter 504 Chapter 504: The Battle of King¡¯s City (Part 2) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A few seconds after the flames blazed, Weimar heard a dull thunderous sound. It came from a far distance away. Although its tone was not high, it was nevertheless powerful. He saw that right next to the shack, a pillar of earth rose up in tune with the sound. ¡°What just happened?¡± ¡°Was the snow powder ignited?¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t seem like it. It seems to have been done by that ship.¡± ¡°What a joke. It¡¯s about a mile away.¡± The knights were busy discussing among themselves. Weimar frowned and wondered. ¡°Could it be that¡­ the enemy has noticed something strange about the ground?¡± According to the intelligence gathered from various channels, the rebel king possessed extremely powerful snow powder weapons which were superior in both range and accuracy to anything the King¡¯s City blacksmiths were able to knock up. Hence, from the beginning, Timothy had decided not to engage in direct combat, but instead to use the snow powder barrels as ambush so that Roland¡¯s weapons would be rendered useless. The things that released fire at the front of the ship were likely to be enlarged versions of the weapons. They were able to load more snow powder and shoot a more powerful projectile. The only issue was that they were much more difficult to manufacture than handheld weapons. Already, despite Timothy putting all of the city¡¯s blacksmiths to work throughout the winter, the devices they were able to create were not even as good as trebuchets. After a short while, the flames appeared once again, followed by the same thunderous sound. This time, the earth pillar attached itself firmly to the shack and flew up, causing mud to splotch all over the roof of the shack. Weimar¡¯s guess was proven correct. Clearly, the enemy had conceived a plan to get to the shack, which meant that they knew about the snow powder hidden near to the pier! As such, Timothy¡¯s ambush tactic failed. Weimar quietly thought to himself, ¡°Perhaps they do have a chance to touch the city wall.¡± After this battle, it would become evident whether the snow powder weapons were more powerful or the walls of King¡¯s City were sturdier. Just then, a booming sound was heard from the battlements¡­ It was louder and more sonorous than anything the knights had ever heard, as though thunder clapped right beside their ears. A small hill began to arch upward in the space in front of the pier. Dirt and stones were hurled into the air before smoke and fog burst out of the dirt, forming a visible cloud-shaped gaseous mass. Violent quakes swept through the land, and in an instant, the top of the city wall began to sway terribly. Weimar instinctively crouched his body, but Scar suffered a foot sprain and fell to the ground beside him. After reaching its maximum height, the flying soil began to fall like torrential rain. Yet, it did not make any noise when it hit the ground. Weimar¡¯s ears buzzed for a while, and it took some time for him to regain his senses after the tremors. Damn it, that fool didn¡¯t wait for the flag signal to ignite the snow powder! The ground, which was originally flat, now looked as if it had been chewed upon. Bumps and hollows were everywhere, while hot and white smoke emitted from the loose black mud, filling the air with the smell of gunpowder. Weimar leaned one side of his head out from behind the battlement. He saw that in the distance, the fleet began to move once again. The ships formed a straight line as they headed toward the pier. The decoy militiamen were either paralyzed on the pier, or had dropped their weapons and fled in various directions. ¡°Who was responsible for the ignition?¡± Scar, who was angry from embarrassment, held a guard by the collar and interrogated. ¡°I¡¯ll wring his head off!¡± ¡°It was a person arranged by His Highness.¡± Weimar snapped. ¡°Watch the enemy carefully. They¡¯re coming on shore any time now. Prepare to raise the blue flag.¡± ¡°I hope the fella hiding in the warehouse will be able to complete his mission,¡± he thought. However, there was no movement in the pier area at all, and the enemy¡¯s crews were able to land the shore easily. ******************* Allen Alba was busy maintaining his rapier when the thunderous booms sounded and shook the earth. The violent explosions and tremors almost caused him to drop the rapier out of shock. Though he knew in advance that this would happen, he did not expect the sound of exploding snow powder to be so loud and terrifying. After all, it took place at least two miles away from where he was. ¡°How does it feel like on the scene?¡± He wondered. Using his hands, he soothed his mount which had turned restless. Then, he kept his rapier in its sheath and beckoned toward the cavalries behind him. ¡°When the gate opens, you¡¯ll follow my charge. Don¡¯t hold back your horses¡¯ energy. They have no way to retreat!¡± From the uncertain response he received, it was apparent that few among the horsemen had recovered from the thunderous shock waves. Allen cried out loudly, ¡°This is a trap set by His Highness. The wrath of thunder shall punish our enemies, not us! Gather yourselves; our enemies have nowhere to run!¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± The response this time was slightly more in unison. The mercenaries waiting behind the cavalries were still in a dazed state. Allen shook his head disdainfully. He had never taken these people seriously¡ªthey were merely the back line responsible for cleaning up the mess on the battlefield. After quite a long while, the city gate was still yet to be opened. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± He glanced toward the top of the city walls with suspicion. The Steelheart Knight had not issued any new orders¡ªhowever, as the charge could begin at any time, Allen could not leave his position and inquire about the situation. Time went by slowly. All of a sudden, he heard a dull and muffled sound which seemed to originate from very far away. If he did not remember wrongly, it was the enemy¡¯s signal to attack. Did something go wrong with the plan? Didn¡¯t the snow powder trap cause the enemy to disperse and flee? Whew¡­ As Allen¡¯s anxiety reached its tipping point, he suddenly heard a strange wind sound. Before he could gather his thoughts, the bricks beside the city gate split open at once. Ka-cha! Stones and slags flew in all directions. He felt numbness around his waist and fell off his horse stiffly. The startled horse even stepped on his thigh as it attempted to flee. The extreme pain caused Allen to howl. ¡°Ahh, my leg¡­!¡± ¡°Captain!¡± ¡°My lord Allen!¡± Two squires quickly gathered around him. ¡°Control the platoon, and stop them from running around!¡± Allen shouted while trying to bear with the stinging pain. The formation of the cavalries was in complete disarray. Nobody knew exactly what was going on, and many rode on their horses as they tried to avoid the objects flying through the air. Though the squires issued instructions as loud as they could, it was difficult for them to take charge of the situation while this was going on. Allen tried several times to stand up but failed each time. Turning his head, he was horrified to see that his thigh had twisted into an irregular shape, and was badly ruptured and lacerated. His armor plate had deformed and tilted to one side, while a dislocated white bone had torn through his flesh and trouser to expose a small section with bits of tissue hanging on it. Allen¡¯s heart began to turn cold. He knew that his career as a knight was effectively over. Just then, he heard the strange wind sound again. This time, the city gate was where the change occurred. Allen saw the two guards standing at the city gate instantly become enveloped by large masses of debris, before flying pieces of wood and stone swept through them like a swarm of bees. When the debris dissipated, Allen was astounded to see that the upper bodies of the two guards seemed as if they had been sliced with sharp knives. Fresh blood mixed together with their red-green innards and trickled on to the floor. Behind them were another five or six horsemen heaped on the floor unconscious. What had appeared to be harmless pieces of wood had turned into deadly weapons and sliced through the bodies like knives. Even the pieces of stone, which were only the size of a thumb, were able to penetrate the guards¡¯ helmets and armors! Furthermore, a gap of the size of a basin had appeared on the city gate, which was nearly two feet thick. All these had happened while the enemy was still more than three miles away! ¡°Demons, the enemies are demons!¡± Out of nowhere, someone shouted something, and the scene, which was already dreadful and chaotic enough, became even more disastrous. The cavalries, which had been prepared for the assault, hastily turned their mounts backward and galloped away. As they caught up with the fleeing mercenaries, they trampled over bodies and created even more serious disorder. In the twinkling of an eye, the situation near the west city wall had become completely out of control. Allen had no more energy left to support his body. He collapsed on the floor and looked towards the sky helplessly. The cries of panic from the crowd and the continuous sounds of things breaking apart seemed to become more and more distant, and his surroundings gradually became quieter. He had one last thought in his mind. It¡¯s so cold¡­ Chapter 505 Chapter 505: The Battle of King¡¯s City (Part 3) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Meanwhile, Lightning, Wendy, Maggie and Hummingbird were executing the final attack before the main offensive. Because the main artillery of the battleships only fired solid bullets, they were largely ineffective against the personnel and defense facilities on the city wall. Hence, the witches aimed to destroy the first line of defense so as to puncture the enemy¡¯s effective strength and open up a safe channel for the general offensive. This was also the first time that the hydrogen balloon was used in battle. Unlike the thousand-mile raid five months back, the balloon lifted off from just beside the canal this time, allowing almost everyone to witness the ascent of this colossal object. Under Roland¡¯s plan, the hydrogen balloon, which could move anywhere without hindrance, was advanced enough to be used as a short-distance bomber during this era. With the fleet behind it providing logistical support, this earmarked the beginning of the generation of aircraft carrier combat. Standing on the pier, the soldiers of the First Army burst into fervent applause. They knew well that no enemy was able to resist an aerial attack and therefore their wise and benevolent lord was certain to win this war. Quickly, the hydrogen balloon drifted to the sky directly above King¡¯s City. From its perspective, the majestic capital was only about the size of a palm. Lightning pulled down her windshield goggles and gestured to Wendy to release the bomb. The latter nodded back at her and pulled the mechanism. Shortly, a bomb dislodged from its frame and fell towards the ground. Another difference of this aerial attack from previous times was that Anna was not onboard but was replaced by Hummingbird. Under the effect of the latter¡¯s sustained magic power, the four carried bombs weighed only a fifth of their usual weight as long as they did not detach from each other. This type of enchantment was a new method discovered by Hummingbird while she was cultivating her mastery of magic power. By maintaining the effect for a very short period of time, she could alter the weight of multiple connected objects and reduce the expenditure of magic. Lightning easily caught up with the bomb and guided it towards the mangonel situated on one side of the city gate. Halfway through the air, the young girl perceived the fear in the eyes of the knights standing on top of the city wall. They raised their crossbows and flintlocks, and fired towards the sky to shoot her down. However, she knew that it was difficult enough for them to hit a bird flying freely in the sky, not to mention that most weapons did not have sufficient range to hit her at her current distance. Subsequently, the bomb hit the mangonel right on, and following a huge boom, a blazing red fireball lit up at once and swelled rapidly. The nearby guards were unable to dodge it in time and were instantly devoured by the flames. As violent blasts swept across the city wall, the oil boilers toppled and were quickly ignited. The blazes followed the spill flow of the hot oil and ignited the explosives that were placed at one corner. Explosions followed one after another, destroying everything in the vicinity and filling the place with nothing but flames and thick smoke. The knights, who were preparing for battle just a while ago, hastily fled in all directions. Many lost their direction in the thick smoke and fell straight down the city wall. Others floundered about in the sea of fire or rolled on the floor to put out the flames on their bodies. The top of the city wall had turned into hell on earth. ¡­ ¡°Their defense line has collapsed,¡± commented Sylvie. She was observing the billows of thick smoke on the city wall, with a trace of pity in her expression. ¡°These people deserve it,¡± added Nightingale, who was expressionless. ¡°If we failed, they would¡¯ve become even worse.¡± ¡°Someone has to pay the price in this battle. If it isn¡¯t them, it¡¯s us,¡± Roland opined, while pretending to be calm. He then beckoned to Iron Axe behind him. ¡°Blow the horn and order the seizure of this city.¡± He did not want to lament the cruelty of war or expound the value of peace at this time. Above a fight for power or a battle for survival, this was a collision of ideas and classes. Whenever a backward class was displaced, it would not leave the stage quietly, but rather, it needed to be sent off with a huge amount of bloodshed. To Roland, it was always better that the blood was spilt by the enemies. ¡°As you command, Your Highness!¡± The latter bowed neatly and departed the ship. Soon, the signal for the general offensive resounded through the pier area. ¡­ As a member of the Fourth Commando, Nail¡¯s target was to destroy the palace gate. As the platoon entered the Inner City, its advance was abruptly impeded. Here, they faced a strong counterattack from the enemy. ¡°Edgar¡¯s injured, carry him down quickly!¡± ¡°F*ck, where¡¯s the field artillery?¡± ¡°They are blocked off by debris and have to detour!¡± ¡°Prepare the weapons. These monsters are charging right up!¡± Nail slapped his own cheek forcefully before he filled a cartridge with bullets and handed it to a teammate in front of him. A volley of rifle fire sounded, puncturing thousands of holes in the crazed people charging at them. Blood splattered all over as they fell to the ground. Those who followed behind continued to pounce at the commandos recklessly. They did not slow down even if their arms, abdomens or other body parts had been struck. These were certainly not militiamen. Nail felt his limbs become numb. The enemies were wearing either half-plates or chain armors and wielded excellent weapons, with everything from swords to crossbows. He had heard from the knowledgeable Jon that only the king¡¯s guards possessed such a complete range of equipment. Unfortunately for Jon, his knowledge was not able to protect him at last. During a previous assault by the enemy, he was critically impaled by a bolt that was shot at him from sideways. Hope he can persevere until Miss Angel arrives. ¡°Retreat, the Fourth Commando, retreat!¡± ¡°The three squads are ready to fire!¡± The veterans, with no concern about economizing their use of bullets, shot precisely at their targets. In one breath, they emptied their cartridges and immediately retreated to the back line, so as to shorten the time interval between the suppression fires. Five commando teams took turns to shield the others along the main street. This was the first time that Nail had seen this method of taking turns to fire ever since revolving rifles replaced flintlocks. However, their enemies did not attack from only one direction. Suddenly, a platoon of crazed people leapt at them from a streetside house. Before most of the veterans could turn their guns, the platoon was already in their midst. Screams and curse were heard at once. Nail watched helplessly as a teammate was cut into half by a red-eyed guard right in front of him. Although the guard was shortly struck dead by the other teammates, Nail knew that this particular teammate could not be resuscitated even by Miss Angel herself. ¡°Where are those bastard artillerymen?¡± ¡°Help me! Ouch¡­ my legs!¡± ¡°Continue firing!¡± As he heard his captain screaming instructions, Nail gritted his teeth and used his sleeve to wipe off the blood stains on a cartridge. He picked up a gun on the floor and reloaded it with the cartridge. Then, he aimed at an enemy who was tussling with his teammates and pulled the trigger. Although he was afraid, the trainings that he had attended reminded him constantly that while facing a strong opponent, it was necessary to stick closely with his platoon and make use of the team¡¯s collective strength in order to have a chance of survival. Just then, Nail heard the loud call of a support unit from behind him. ¡°The artillery battalion has run into trouble on East Street. Lord Brian has sent us to assist you!¡± ¡°No matter who you people are, hurry forth!¡± The captain cried out without looking back once. The support unit pulled two carts up the street. Noticeably, the weapons equipped on the carts were none other than Mark I type HMG. When their shooting positions were fixed, the guns discharged long rows of fire at the new wave of charging crazed army. Chapter 506 Chapter 506: No One Could Escape Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In an instant, a cloud of dust and ashes sprang up from the street. As soon as the ¡°Crack! Crack!¡± sounds of shooting began, the enemies stopped dead in their tracks and appeared to burst into plumes of blood. The dense hail of bullets seemed to form an invisible wall that blocked the forward motion from the drugged soldiers. ¡°Nicely done!¡± ¡°Die, monsters, die!¡± Nail clasped his hands in excitement. Sparks flew off the enemy¡¯s armor as they were bombarded by the heavy machine guns. Compared with revolvers, heavy machine guns were much more efficient and powerful. They were able to kill a man with just a single shot to the head or chest, and they could easily cause severe injuries to limbs as well. A revolver could barely stop someone from attacking. Best of all, there was no interval between each shot of the heavy machine guns. The target would likely be hit even if several shots missed their mark. Strands of white smoke escaped from the muzzles of the guns and drifted into the air after the sounds of shooting died down. Unable to compete with the heavy machine guns, the crazed army retreated in a panic, leaving numerous bodies behind. Those who sustained critical injuries from the bullets were lying on the ground moaning and wailing, having completely lost their ability to fight, much less drag themselves from harm¡¯s way. Nail caught sight of the terror in their eyes. ¡®Guns in the air!¡± The unit leader shouted aloud. Thinking of the comrade who was violently slashed in half right in front of him, Nail coolly raised his rifle without the slightest hesitation. The army was finally able to march forward after the road had been cleared. When the five commandos arrived at the palace gate, they immediately circled out a shooting field as instructed during the training, while at the same time monitored the movements on the streets. To prevent a pincer attack from the enemies, the army responsible for taking the inner city was divided into three wings. Each wing would march along one of the three main streets and serve as a flank for another. In this way, the First Army would be able to defend against enemies coming from all directions. However, Nail noticed the real combat was far more complicated than the training. The south street was devoured by the flames, and it was almost impossible for them to pass. His own troops, on the other hand, were hindered by the crushed stones and became scattered as the battle progressed. Meanwhile, the soldiers were overwhelmed by the extent of the counterattacks they encountered, and they had completely forgotten to watch for the flag signals from Miss Lightning. A commando that should have belonged to his wing was missing, and gunshots could be heard everywhere in the Inner City. Fortunately, they were the first wing to arrive at the gathering place. An hour later, the other wings trickled into the palace gate one after another, slowly followed by the field artilleries. The hot air balloon once again appeared above the palace. As the four bombs burned the garden wall and the iron gate to the ground, the final storming of the fortified castle began. ******************* ¡°Your Majesty, they¡¯re already at the palace gate. Please, run for your life!¡± Osborne, the imperial bodyguard, urged in anxiety. ¡°There isn¡¯t much time left!¡± Timothy silently sat at the bedside in his bedroom, completely motionless. This was exactly where his father had taken his own life many years ago. Now it appeared to be his turn. He had usurped the power of Prince Gerald, his biggest rival, by making him a scapegoat for the death of King Wimbledon III, and he had thereby ascended the throne. Within one year after becoming King, he had unified the Eastern and Northern regions in succession, driven away Garcia, his third sister, and quickly became the most powerful man in the country. He had thought it would be just a matter of time before he occupied the Western Region and unified the whole Kingdom of Graycastle. However, he had not expected that the situation would suddenly take a turn for the worse. The turn was so sudden and severe that he was caught fully unprepared. First, the crazed army had failed its mission to attack and conquer Border Town. Afterwards, the unexpected explosion had further shaken his confidence. In a matter of three days, all of his advantages were gone. When he received the message from Redwater City, he had never thought there would be only three days to prepare. The snow in the Northern Region had yet to melt, and it was still too early to start conscription since farmers were busy with the spring plowing. He immediately sent a letter to the new Duke in the Eastern Region for help, but it was likely that the Duke would just now be receiving the letter and probably had yet to read its contents. In the end, he was forced to fight against the enemies in haste. He had the help of many well-trained fighters including knights in King¡¯s City, the mercenaries, the patrol team, and the guards and squires of the nobles nearby. Nevertheless, to his astonishment, the towering city wall that he had put so much faith in simply collapsed on the very first day of the battle. ¡°Son of a b*tch!¡± Timothy suddenly picked up the candelabrum on the nightstand and smashed it to the floor with all his strength. ¡°You damn bastard¡­ How can you ever defeat me if you haven¡¯t colluded with the witches and surrendered to the demons?!¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°Yes, the demons!¡± There was a tinge of dryness and tremor in his furious howl. ¡°The church is crap! They¡¯ve promised to kill the witches, but instead they have decided to just let Roland Wimbledon go! If it isn¡¯t the aid from witches, what else has made his firearms so much more powerful than mine? What else has enabled him to easily attack from above? I have far more laborers and alchemists, and I¡¯m hundreds of times wealthier than he is! There¡¯s only one possible explanation: The demons in hell are helping him!¡± Two explosions went off below the palace, and the glass windows started to rattle. He could hear muted yelling outside. This was the sound of his guards¡¯ last attempts to hold off the enemy. ¡°No, I can¡¯t die!¡± Timothy thought resentfully. ¡°It would be too kind of me to commit suicide now. My brother is the one that should go to hell.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s get into the secret tunnel.¡± He tried to stand up, but his legs were too shaky to support his weight. The guard stepped in and grabbed his arm to steady him. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Osborne was relieved. He carried Timothy on his back and asked the guards at the door to join them. They walked toward the hearth together. The secret tunnel had both a trap-door and a fixed gate. Once the fixed gate was shut, the entrance of the tunnel would be blocked permanently. The underground maze was filled with God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation and hidden traps. Due to the complexity of the tunnel¡¯s structure, Timothy had not yet had a chance to fully explore it. It was possible that the tunnel existed even before the construction of the palace. When the group of six arrived at a large lounge area in the tunnel, Timothy ordered that they halted and asked them to take a rest while they waited for a chance to escape. Although the tunnel had many exits, with the farthest one leading to the outer city, it was still very risky to plunge into action in the broad daylight. Timothy clearly remembered that Roland had a witch who could carry gunpowder to the sky. The safest option was to wait until it was dark and quiet before exiting the tunnel. Given that the tunnel was fully protected by God¡¯s Stones, it was impossible for witches to sneak in. ¡°Your Majesty, since we won¡¯t set out until midnight, please take a nap here.¡± The imperial bodyguard took out a blanket from the chest and unrolled it on the ground. Timothy lay down. His brows furrowed when he smelled the damp, musty blanket. Feeling anxious and lost, Timothy could hardly fall asleep. Where should I go next? The Northern Region or the Eastern Region? There were nobles who supported him in both areas, and the dukes there were newly assigned¡­ However, would they still be obedient once they learned that King¡¯s City had fallen? Or¡­ the church? As soon as the idea of turning to the church for help crossed his mind, the thought was stuck and would not leave. Anyway, all those great nobles were just hangers-on. Even if they knew his brother was in collusion with the witches, they would still knuckle down to Roland upon threats and duress, just as the nobles in Longsong Stronghold. Yet the church¡­ The church claimed that they would not tolerate a single witch, and they would certainly not tolerate a noble who supported a great number of them. Although these church scoundrels were conceited and foolish, at least they were not too stupid to condone the demons and allow them to spread their power in the Kingdom of Graycastle so scrupulously. If the church could support him, he would even be willing to sacrifice the kingdom of his father¡¯s. Until¡­ Until he could send Roland Wimbledon to the guillotine and torture those damn witches to death, he would never give up! In the dim torch light, Timothy made up his mind. After midnight, the group of people fled King¡¯s City via the longest passage of the tunnel. They exited the tunnel and quietly made their way through the outskirts of town. However, they had yet to cover half a mile before the surrounding fields were suddenly lit up by hundreds of torches! ¡°Your Majesty, run¡­¡± Osborne¡¯s words stopped abruptly on the tip of his tongue. There was no need for any explanation at this moment. The enemies had apparently planned out everything long before. They launched a perfect ambush and encircled the six of them, blocking all possible exits through which they could flee for their lives. Timothy¡¯s heart turned cold. He knew there was no escape. Chapter 507 Chapter 507: The Wind-up Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Majesty, the road to the palace has been cleaned up, and the city is yours now!¡± Iron Axe exclaimed in excitement as he knelt before Roland. The battle started yesterday and did not end until early this morning. After entering the city, the First Army only spent four hours to complete their two main missions, seizing the palace in the inner city and taking the great church in the east. The next steps would be to clear out the enemies and eliminate Timothy¡¯s resistance. Roland glanced around and noticed that everyone was exhilarated. The soldiers in the First Army and the witches were in high spirits. If he had made the official announcement, they would have probably been cheering for victory, but he had not yet. After Timothy¡¯s rule had been overturned, he was the King of the Kingdom of Graycastle even without a coronation ceremony. However, Roland felt surprisingly calm and peaceful. This ¡°magnificent capital city¡±, the political and economic center of the Kingdom of Graycastle, did not resonate with him, nor did he feel belonged to its soil. To Roland, it was simply an ordinary city, even less developed than Longsong Stronghold. The only thing that delighted him was that the chaos created by the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince had finally come to an end. Now he could concentrate on the development of his territory. Having said that, it was still a victory, a significant triumph. Roland believed by the time the news spread throughout the Kingdom, he would have built a greater reputation and gained more booming authority in the country. Subsequently, he could use his influence to recruit more talents and further the reforms. The plan for the spring offensive that he had been preparing for the last four months was half completed. The only territory yet to be conquered was the south. Roland looked toward where Fallen Dragon Ridge and the farther Southernmost Region lay. That was the territory he had to seize. He took a deep breath, put the thought behind him. ¡°Let¡¯s enter the city!¡± he announced. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Iron Axe stood up with great respect and delivered his command to the guarding soldiers who had been eagerly waiting for instruction. ¡°Column of Twos, protect your new King and advance!¡± The soldiers raised their weapons in unison and shouted, ¡°Long live King Wimbledon!¡± ¡°Long live His Majesty!¡± Roland stepped off the warship and set out for the palace. ¡­ There were few people on the streets when the army entered the city gate. Traces of the fight could still be seen, more in the areas close to the palace than anywhere else. In the inner city, he saw property destruction, traffic barriers, broken limbs and blood stains everywhere. Although the First Army was able to occupy the palace in a short time, it was the most intense battle they had ever come across. Roland¡¯s heart ached when he saw the ruins on both sides of the street. The casualties were still unknown. However, there had been more than 20 soldiers¡¯ bodies sent to the rear, despite the fact that Nana had come to rescue in a timely fashion. If the little girl had not offered to help, the number would have been at least three times higher. When Roland entered the palace area, the guards knelt down. Two columns of soldiers neatly lined up on their knees along the road leading to the castle. Such a scene was rarely seen among the First Army, where military salutation was commonly administered. Roland did not stop them. He could tell from their thrilled looks that these people were not greeting him as a military member, but were paying their respects to the new King as subjects of the Kingdom of Graycastle. As Roland passed through the green castle garden, an old memory from childhood suddenly struck him. Three blue stone edifices arranged in a triangular shape surrounded the aquatic garden, it was where the Wimbledons had been living for generations. On the left stood the Hall of Sky Dome where banquets and ceremonies were often held. Unfortunately, it had been completely destroyed by a bomb, save the ten soaring stone pillars. On the right lay the City Hall and the library, both of which were guarded by the First Army at the moment. In the middle stood the most magnificent Holy Temple of Double Towers. Its structure was similar to that of skyscrapers in the modern world, with an oval three-story podium building as its base. It was even bigger than the castle area in Border Town. On either side of the podium building was a lofty tower. One tower was shaped like a King¡¯s crown, the other a Queen¡¯s, both representing the supreme power of the royal family. In the center of the double towers hung two crossed iron cables, representing the two guns on the Kamon. Both the design of the architecture and the theory behind it were masterpieces that could go down in history and remain immortal. Roland stepped onto the long spiral staircase and entered the Holy Temple. It was strange that he knew every single chamber and hallway here, despite this being his first visit. In the temple, aside from the armed soldiers, there was also a group of fidgeting nobles. When Roland went in, they all knelt to greet him. ¡°Please rise.¡± Roland enthroned himself as a matter of course and surveyed them from above. He caught sight of several familiar faces among the nobles:: Lauren Moore, Treasurer; Bullet Flynn, Minister for Diplomacy; Pilaw, Minister of Justice; Marshall, Director of Intelligence; Marquis Wyke, Prime Minister, etc. These people used to work for King Wimbledon III, and some of their family histories could even be traced back to the time when the Wimbledon family settled in. When Timothy Wimbledon had succeeded to the throne, they had all pledged allegiance to the new King. Now, they apparently planned to play the same trick on him according to the usual practice. Unfortunately for them, Roland did not need them. This was not a negotiation but a trial. ¡°Timothy Wimbledon is suspected of the murder of Prince Gerald, treason, as well as collusion with the church. He¡¯s now been taken into custody and will be subject to severe punishment. Soon his conviction will be publicized and known by the whole country. Do you want to say anything about it?¡± ¡°These are all capital offenses. I once tried to stop him but failed.¡± Marquis Wyke ventured first. ¡°You¡¯ve driven away a plague on the Kingdom of Graycastle, Your Majesty.¡± All the other nobles chimed in. ¡°Really?¡± Roland sneered. ¡°When he was committing these crimes, were you standing with folded arms or holding a candle to the devil? Don¡¯t tell me that you tried to stop him with your vain persuasions.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± The Marquis frowned. ¡°Your Majesty, you don¡¯t know the real situation. Timothy promoted a lot of his loyal followers, such as Lanry, Scar and Marquis Morris, after he took charge. We could command neither the knights nor the conscripted army.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. That was indeed the truth.¡± ¡°He didn¡¯t even try Prince Gerald before sending him to the guillotine.¡± Pilaw coughed while defending himself. ¡°The executor was also a knight. We couldn¡¯t stop him.¡± ¡°So, you¡¯re saying that everything that happened this year had nothing to do with you?¡± Roland despised these ministers even more. They were not handy assistants to the King, but rather a group of bloodsuckers feeding on the benefits granted by the royal family, only caring about their own interests. Perhaps, these aristocratic ministers had been of great help to the King when the Kingdom of Graycastle had initially been founded, but they had gone downhill in the past few hundred years. ¡°Well, since you insist on your innocence, let¡¯s play a game.¡± ¡°G-Game?¡± All of them were taken by surprise. ¡°A ¡®trial game¡¯ where I question and you answer.¡± Roland¡¯s eyes flitted across each of the nobles. ¡°There are ten questions in total. You¡¯ll be out of the game if you lie. Remember, you only have one chance to answer each question.¡± Chapter 508 Chapter 508: The Game Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your¡­ Your Majesty, I¡­ I don¡¯t understand.¡± Marquis Wyke wiped the sweats from his forehead. ¡°What¡­ What do you mean by ¡®out of the game¡¯?¡± ¡°Those who are out will either be hanged, banished from the kingdom, or sentenced to heavy labor in the mines. Or, perhaps, all of their assets will be confiscated.¡± The prince explained airily. ¡°The rules of the game conform to the royal laws. It¡¯s fair enough.¡± ¡°No, I¡¯ve served the royal family faithfully since the reign of your father. You can¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°But now I¡¯m the king. I can do whatever I want.¡± Roland interrupted him and continued. ¡°Don¡¯t panic. Those who have answered all of the ten questions correctly will get promoted or rewarded. It¡¯d be boring if there were only punishments and no rewards, right?¡± ¡°I¡­ can¡¯t accept this,¡± said Sir Pilaw, shaking his head. ¡°Those punishments you¡¯ve mentioned should only be ordered by the court. We can¡¯t take such serious things so lightly. Your Majesty, I¡¯m sorry I feel uneasy. Please allow me to take my leave.¡± He turned around and tried to exit the room, only to find that the door had been closed and that there were two expressionless soldiers now standing by the door. They blocked his exit and would not budge. ¡°I¡¯m not asking for your opinion, Sir Pilaw,¡± said Roland, ¡°and, if you insist on quitting the game, I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll have to add one more punishment,¡± he made a gesture as if shooting a gun and added, ¡°that is, to shoot you.¡± The frightened nobles opened their eyes wide and spontaneously stepped back a few paces, while the soldiers around them lifted up their guns and calmly looked at them. ¡°So, now, time for the game.¡± Roland stood up and clapped his hands. ¡°The first question, did you get involved in the matter of forcing refugees to invade the Western Region? Let¡¯s start with you, Mr. Prime Minister.¡± ¡°¡­¡± After a moment of silence, Marquis Wyke said, ¡°I did follow Timothy¡¯s order to recruit refugees from the Eastern Region and the Southern Territory, but I did not take part in the other matter you stated.¡± He felt Nightingale lightly pinch his right shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I told you that you¡¯d only have one chance to answer each question honestly.¡± Roland waved his hand. ¡°Take him down to the jail beneath this hall.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, what I said is true¡­¡± ¡°No, you and I both know that you¡¯re still lying, even now.¡± Roland promptly rejected the Prime Minister¡¯s appeal. He watched him get dragged out into the hallway and then slowly said to everyone, ¡°If you¡¯re smart, you¡¯ll understand that lying won¡¯t do you any good, because, I can tell whether or not you¡¯re telling me the truth.¡± The nobles all stood with mouths agape, and no one dared to speak. ¡°If nobody volunteers to answer the question, I¡¯ll just call out names.¡± Roland looked at the Minister of Justice and said, ¡°What about you? Sir Pilaw.¡± ¡­ It had turned out just the way he had wanted. This was a trial. He had to cut the Gordian knot by efficiently dealing with the nobles here in this manner. As he also had to handle the situation with the area to the south of Fallen Dragon Ridge, he could not afford to waste too much time here. The post-war city management would be transferred to the personnel trained by the City Hall, and the resistance they would meet was from the local nobles and Black Street gangs. Given that he needed the city to smoothly get back to normal and that now there was not enough time and energy left for a long screening, he held the trial to quickly remove the guilty nobles who had worked in collusion with Timothy and to pick out the clean, honest nobles to work with. As for the Black Street problem, he would leave them to Theo. After all, the purpose of the surprise attack was to prevent Timothy from using ordinary people to wage a meaningless, long-lasting war. If he were to just step away from the city after overturning Timothy¡¯s rule and leave the city in chaos, he would be no different from their previous King. He did not plan to absorb King¡¯s City into his kingdom, nor did he want to find another agent to run the city for him. After a whole year of hard work and development, he just did not have the strength. No matter to act against the noble or the church, he had the ability to beat them. ¡°Now, the last question, have you ever bullied or oppressed the people, including witches?¡± After asking nine questions, less than 10 out of the over 50 still remained in the hall. Such a high outing rate did not shock Roland at all, as he knew for sure Timothy had already kicked the incapable ones out of the palace. They were the people who either thought he usurped the throne or questioned the cause of King Wimbledon III¡¯s death. However, what did surprise Roland was that there were still seven nobles working in the City Hall who had nothing to do with either Timothy¡¯s schemes or the church. ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯m guilty,¡± said a noble, falling to his knees and sweating profusely. ¡°I¡¯ve ordered my men to beat up a civilian because he smeared my trousers with his feet. I failed to hold back my anger at that time and¡­, but I just beat him. I did not kill him.¡± ¡°I, I had a secret love affair with a shop owner¡¯s daughter, but she seduced me first!¡± ¡°My housekeeper slept with my wife while I was out hunting. I cut off his penis straight away instead of sending him to the court¡­ But, Your Majesty, a housekeeper doesn¡¯t count, right?¡± Roland did his best to keep a straight face while hearing those various, funny answers. Those trifles were not considered misdeeds or even mistakes by nobles usually, but now they were apparently so frightened by the questioning that they spat out all those things in fear that it would be regarded as lying. After they had all given their answers, Roland cleared his throat and asked, ¡°Is there anything else?¡± ¡°No,¡± the nobles said. When Nightingale pinched his left shoulder, he finally nodded and said, ¡°Congratulations, you¡¯ve passed.¡± The nobles were greatly relieved. ¡°I did say that the winners of the game would be rewarded¡­ Trust me, I¡¯ll keep my word, especially when there¡¯re so many vacancies in the City Hall, but I still have one question.¡± Roland looked at the two people standing at the back of the room, who seemed to have never broken any laws since they hadn¡¯t said anything but ¡°No¡± in reply for every question and their answers were all approved by Nightingale. ¡°What¡¯re your names and positions in the City Hall?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Alva Taber, Your Majesty,¡± one of them replied, ¡°and I¡¯m in charge of the issues related to the star image.¡± ¡°Blanche Orlando,¡± the other person, a woman, said, ¡°I¡¯m the ceremonial officer.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the reason. People in positions like theirs don¡¯t get many chances to do bad things¡­ These two are indeed the only ones with clean hands in the City Hall.¡± Roland went back to the throne and said, ¡°You can leave the palace now. I¡¯ll send for you after I straighten up a few things with my family.¡± He paused and added. ¡°My way of ruling will be very different from my father¡¯s and Timothy¡¯s. You¡¯ll see that soon enough, and remember what got you through the game¡­ Keep it up. This isn¡¯t going to be the last game you play.¡± The nobles withdrew submissively and then Roland left the hall and headed to the basement with Nightingale, thinking to himself, ¡°Time to meet my ¡®dear brother¡¯.¡± Chapter 509 Chapter 509: To Become a King Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The dungeon of the palace was a childhood nightmare for Prince Roland. The feeling naturally came back to him as he was walking down the stone steps. He started to search his memories and soon found the reason for this fear. One day, Timothy invited Gerald, Garcia and little Roland to explore the basement of the basement under the palace hall together. The 12-year-old Roland had been so excited to finally get the chance to join their inner circle but had never expected what would happen next. Timothy had stolen the keys from the guards, locked Ronald into a jail cell and left with the other two kids while laughing. Little Roland was left alone in the dark room. He had thought of the shrilling cries he occasionally heard throughout the hall. A guard had once told him that the cries were from wailing ghosts in the underground world beneath the palace. His teeth chattered with fright but he had not dared to cry out loud since he had been afraid of attracting the ghosts to him. At last, he huddled up in a corner, held his knees and pressed his face against them, sobbing uncontrollably. When Timothy, Gerald and Garcia returned to check how terrible he was, his face had been covered with his snot. After that, Prince Roland had been too frightened to step back into the basement of the palace. Roland now understood that the wails and shrills did not come from ghosts, but from the prisoners being questioned and tortured in the basement. The jail could not hold many prisoners which explained why little Roland had only been able to hear them every now and then. Roland met Timothy Wimbledon in a small cell on the bottom floor of the basement. Compared with the jails in the Outer and Inner City, the place was pretty good. At least, it was dry and clean, without rats, cockroaches or stinky smells. This was the exact cell where the little Roland had been locked into and cried for an entire night. Ironically, now Timothy swapped positions with Ronald. Hearing unexpected noises, Timothy, who sat silently against the wall, opened his eyes and saw Roland. This brother, that Prince Roland had feared the most in the past, looked almost the same as before. Like all the other descendants of the Wimbledon Family, he was gray-eyed and gray-haired. He resembled his father in appearance in that he wore short curly hair and had his father¡¯s nose and handsome face. However, his long, narrow eyes made his face a little ghastly, especially in the flickering torchlight. Prince Roland had never dared to look into his brother¡¯s eyes before, but now, Timothy was just a helpless and defenseless stranger. They looked at each other for a while during which nothing could be heard except the burning sounds of torches. Finally, Timothy was unable to veil his gaunt face any longer and gave up trying to overwhelm Roland with an aggressive attitude, for he found that it was useless now. The look in Timothy¡¯s eyes changed, and somehow he seemed to be terrified. ¡°Who the hell are you?¡± Timothy broke the silence. His dry, emotional voice reverberated in the basement, from which Roland could easily tell that his brother was scared. Compared with Tilly, Timothy had had more interactions with Prince Roland and contributed a lot to his previous annoying and fickle behaviors. He felt that it was natural for Timothy, who had known Prince Roland quite well in the past, to spot something different in Ronald now and ask that question. ¡°I¡¯m Roland Wimbledon,¡± Ronald said as he had squatted down until his face was level with Timothy¡¯s and looked into his eyes, ¡°You can¡¯t remember me?¡± ¡°No, you¡¯re not him,¡± Timothy said in a trembling voice, ¡°He could never look at me like this. He dared not look directly into my eyes.¡± He heavily panted and continued, ¡°I know¡­ You¡¯re the real demon! You¡¯re not lured by demons. You¡¯re evil incarnate, wanting to steal my kingdom!¡± Roland did not even want to bother explaining anything to a dying man like Timothy. Ronald said, ¡°So what? You think you¡¯re better than the demons? You killed our father, framed our innocent elder brother and then executed him to keep the throne you stole. You collaborated with the church, who our father hated the most. You compelled innocent people to invade the domain of Princess Garcia and you can¡¯t even spare your weakest and most powerless brother Prince Roland. In only one year, you conquered and destroyed so many cities, dragging the whole kingdom into chaos and making the people homeless. Even the demons wouldn¡¯t do this!¡± Timothy hurriedly refuted, ¡°No! I didn¡¯t kill our father. He killed himself. Just like you, he was controlled by demons!¡± ¡°Suicide?¡± Roland asked, frowning. ¡°Yes! He lay in the bed as usual and drove a dagger into his heart with a smile on his face!¡± Timothy answered. ¡°Not the witches?¡± Ronald questioned. ¡°No, he wore God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation! Damn it¡­¡± Timothy shouted hoarsely and added in a choked voice, ¡°It just happened without any warning and I couldn¡¯t stop it at all!¡± Roland looked back at Nightingale who slightly nodded to him. ¡°It must have been an attaching magic witch. Once she performed her magic power, she would not be affected by God¡¯s Stone,¡± Roland thought, ¡°And unlike witches from other organizations, the pure witches of the church could possibly find a chance to get close to the king.¡± Prince Ronald quickly recalled an incident that happened half a year ago when they were evacuating refugees. A witch tricked her way into the camps to assassinate Wendy by her ability to change her appearance. Connecting that incident to what had happened to King Wimbledon III, he thought the answer was clear. If the church was the creator of those incidents, it could also explain the reason for the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince which clearly aimed at creating wars and chaos. He still needed somebody to testify this speculation and believed he would get something out of the High Priest of the King¡¯s City. ¡°But this can¡¯t be the justification of framing Gerald and expanding the war,¡± Roland said in a deep voice. ¡°You conspired with the church and used the Pills of Madness to create crazed soldiers. Have you ever thought that how many people would die of this?¡± ¡°Even if I didn¡¯t use the pills, who could guarantee that Garcia wouldn¡¯t use them? If they recognized me as the legitimate king at first, why would I destroy them mercilessly?¡± Timothy explained as he crawled to hold the railings. ¡°And what do all these have to do with a demon like you? How the hell do you want to deal with me?¡± ¡°I want to expose your crimes, judge you and then send you to the guillotine. You¡¯ll end up like Gerald, except that you¡¯re proven guilty of unpardonable crimes for which even death penalty is not enough to serve the justice,¡± Ronald said. ¡°No! You can¡¯t kill me. Demons like you can never stand in the light, since powerful deities will wipe you out. If you want the Kingdom of Graycastle, you have to rely on me.¡± Timothy yelled. ¡°Deities?¡± Roland grinned. ¡°You mean the church?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know them! The church¡¯s hidden strength is unfathomable. There¡¯re incredible things father had written down in his notes and they¡¯re the reason why he could not make up his mind to banish the church in his life!¡± Timothy cried out. ¡°Pills are just one of their formidable methods. If they uncover your identity, there¡¯ll be no escape for you!¡± ¡°No, Timothy Wimbledon. I know much more than you think I do and I¡¯ve got a clear idea of the road ahead. It¡¯s a hard road and you don¡¯t have the ability to lead the people to a bright future,¡± Roland said slowly, ¡°Your life must end here for the crimes you committed. But, relax, you aren¡¯t the only one who is going to hell.¡± With those words, Ronald stood up and walked out of the jail, leaving Timothy to cry alone without even turning his head. Chapter 510 Chapter 510: The Flower of Revenge Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ When he entered the basement of the palace, Hill Fawkes felt his heart tremble, not out of fear, but rather uncontrollable excitement. The flickering flame of the torch seemed to dance for him, while his steps echoed praises off the stone floor. He never felt the dark, quiet basement could be so wonderful. After arriving at the ground floor of the basement, Theo searched his body again. He then patted his shoulder and whispered, ¡°Go, and don¡¯t stay too long.¡± Hill nodded and walked excitedly into the darkness ahead¡­ After a while, as he passed through a darkened walkway and approached the cage, he slowed down so he could fully savor this memorable moment. He then saw the murderer who killed his wife, Timothy Wimbledon. At that moment, Hill covered his mouth, as his eyes were filled with tears¡­ Everything that he had done before was not in vain, and the outcome came earlier than he expected. ¡°My wife would smile at this sight,¡± he thought. ¡°Who¡­ is it?¡± Timothy asked. He turned around, leaned against the rails, and he desperately asked, ¡°Is that you, demon¡­ Did you change your mind?¡± Hill came out of the shadows and paced to the cage. Timothy was shocked and then became wary. He moved two steps back. ¡°Who are you? Who let you in? Where is Roland Wimbledon? I want to see him!¡± This was the formerly haughty king. Hill had only seen what Timothy looked like from a distance in the ascending ceremony. At that time, he wore a crimson robe, a shining and noble crown, and he held a golden scepter in his hand. Surrounded by the Knights of King¡¯s City, he walked to the high platform step by step and accepted the coronation. Hill once hoped that he would become a good king who would give everyone a stable life, but the later raid tore the whole city, the acrobatic troupe, and the families apart. As a result, all these expectations for the future disappeared. Now, he finally felt the sweetness of revenge¡ªit did not contain any pity for this enemy or emptiness after success. Instead, all he felt was just sweetness and happiness, which warmed his cold heart again¡­ To his surprise, he found he actually was fond of this kind of feeling. ¡°I¡¯m Hill Fawkes, Your Majesty,¡± Hill said as he bowed. ¡°I¡¯m a member of ¡®Dove and Cylinder¡¯, and it¡¯s impossible for you to know me, but I know you.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Timothy was stone-faced and speechless. Hill did not care at all, however, and continued, ¡°There should have been seven members in this acrobatic troupe, but we lost a partner because of you. Since then, the six of us left no longer focused on performing, but we hid among the Rats and hotels to inquire about your movements. After that, we organized and analyzed the information and sent it to Lord Roland.¡± He paused, and then said, ¡°By the way, we told him about your plan of developing snow powder and impressing militiamen to invade the Western Region. We also made the two saltpeter factories in the suburbs close down and transferred them to other places.¡± ¡°What¡¯re you talking about?¡± Timothy squinted and said, ¡°A hidden traitor who is proud of what he has done? A traitor who betrayed his king and reaped the benefits of betraying his dignity? I don¡¯t know anything about the ¡®Dove and Cylinder¡¯ at all. Stop your tricks, you lowlife!¡± ¡°Benefit? Betrayer? No¡­ Your Majesty, I just followed my heart,¡± Hill said quietly. ¡°That partner is my wife. She died in your witch-hunting campaign. In prison, she was tortured and insulted, but the ultimate punishment for the murderer was just 25 silver royals.¡± Timothy¡¯s eyes glittered. ¡°Do you remember now?¡± Hill spread his hands and added, ¡°Although the City Hall later gave three gold royals as compensation, it actually means nothing to me. My wife will never come back. She was not a witch, but she died because of you.¡± After a while, Timothy said, ¡°I didn¡¯t do it.¡± This rather weak answer was as sweet as honey. Usually, this response would have been met by a sneer and a ¡°so what?¡±. ¡°At the time, Lanry, who executed the arrest, was your henchman. Even Steelheart Knight couldn¡¯t stop him. I just wanted a fair verdict, but the court and the City Hall rejected my appeal. There¡¯s no doubt that you were behind this¡­¡± ¡°No, enough! You lowlife!¡± Timothy could not help but roar, ¡°Do you know what you¡¯re doing? If that witch-hunting campaign only wronged your wife, what you¡¯ve done will ruin the Kingdom of Graycastle! Lord Roland? You idiot! Roland Wimbledon has been dead for a long time! Your master is a real demon! You decided to serve a demon just for a woman?¡± ¡°¡­ Is that so?¡± Hill asked raising the corners of his mouth. ¡°When I begged the Gods, there wasn¡¯t any response. At that moment, I swore that as long as I could get my revenge, even if he was a demon, I¡¯d follow him to hell.¡± He bowed with his hand on his chest and said, ¡°Goodbye, Your Majesty. I¡¯m much honored to have aided in your destruction.¡± ¡­ When he returned to the basement¡¯s entrance, Theo nodded toward Hill. ¡°Are you satisfied?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Excellency, please take me to see His Majesty Roland,¡± Hill said, as he took a deep breath. On the third floor of the palace, he finally saw the man whom he had served for the past six months¡ªRoland Wimbledon looked much kinder than Timothy. Although they had the same gray hair and gray pupils, he did not have the arrogant temperament that kept people at arm¡¯s length. He did not even¡­ look like a royal nobleman. ¡°I¡¯m very grateful for your undercover work in King¡¯s City,¡± said Roland. Hill was also surprised by his first sentence. ¡°Thanks to your intelligence, I could prepare everything to conquer King¡¯s City at the lowest cost.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t mention it, and I was doing what was right¡­¡± ¡°Certainly, I know you did that for revenge. Timothy will soon have his due verdict. Now that you have what you want, you can start a new life, but I hope that you can continue to work for me.¡± Roland got up, walked in front of him, and looked at him. ¡°There is still much to do to help the city restore stability and even return to its past prosperity. For example, Rats need to be controlled, and the restless noblemen also need to be watched, but Theo won¡¯t be able to cope with these tasks alone. What do you think? The members of your acrobatic troupe and you can work in a secret and formal position to protect the people of the city from a similar tragedy.¡± ¡°I¡¯d love to, Your Majesty,¡± Hill said and solemnly knelt down. ¡°Even if you didn¡¯t say so, I¡¯d still follow you forever. You fulfilled what you promised before, and now it¡¯s my turn to do so,¡± he said slowly. ¡°The rest of Hill Fawkes¡¯ life will belong to you.¡± The flower of revenge finally bore its most delicious fruit. Chapter 511 Chapter 511: Whispers at Nightfall Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Nightingale lay by the window and watched the city under the night sky. Dim shadows spread under the darkness and outlined the silhouette of King¡¯s City¡¯s wall. Under the light, the three walls showed some minor differences. The nearest palace wall was a light gray color, lit up by burning resin torches. At a glance, it looked like a jeweled belt with overlapping areas of light and dark. Far away was the inner city wall, which was gray mixed with black, and it looked like a long snake that surrounded the city. Even after King¡¯s City had a new ruler, the Inner City still kept its splendor. It was the first time that Nightingale saw a place busier and livelier than Border Town. This short, yet fierce war did not have any effects on the noble and the rich, so they still joyfully indulged themselves at night. However, beyond that, the sky was suddenly darker as if all the light was blocked by the inner city¡¯s wall. The darkness covered everything including the most splendid bluestone city wall, where Nightingale saw only some stones sparkle from the moon¡¯s light. The Outer City just looked like most of the cities she had seen before. These cities fell into silence after the night came. In the vast darkness, the Inner City¡¯s light seemed a bit dull but it did not stop people from dancing and singing. For some reason, Nightingale suddenly thought about how human beings were cornered into this part of the continent, and the vast Land of Dawn was being devoured by the darkness bit by bit. There were demons and evil beasts that lurked about but most people had no idea and still partook in what little entertainment they had. ¡°Phew, I¡¯m beyond tired.¡± Wendy¡¯s voice interrupted Nightingale¡¯s thoughts, as the red-headed witch rubbed her shoulders and lay down next to Nightingale by the window. Nightingale asked, ¡°Have they fallen asleep already?¡± ¡°Yes. They finally got tired after all the commotion they¡¯ve stirred up today.¡± Wendy yawned. ¡°I don¡¯t know where their energy comes from. They flew around on hydrogen balloons the entire day and still they demanded to hear a story before going to bed.¡± Wendy finished. ¡°You should thank His Majesty for that.¡± Nightingale laughed. ¡°If he didn¡¯t punish them to do three sets of exercises, I¡¯m afraid they¡¯d go out to explore the night instead of listening to your story.¡± Nightingale turned around to look through the gap between the balcony and the bedroom and saw Maggie leaned over Lightning. Maggie¡¯s white hair almost covered Lightning¡¯s entire body. ¡°Those two seem to really hit it off.¡± Nightingale expressed. Since the rooms in the royal palace were more spacious and each living room was accompanied by two bedrooms. The witches that followed Roland on this expedition lived in four-person rooms with each other. These rooms were the most splendid places in the whole Kingdom of Graycastle. The carpets and bedding in the guest rooms were all made of excellent materials, some of which Nightingale recognized, like velvet and silk. Other things were made of materials she had never seen before. ¡°Yes.¡± Wendy also smiled gently. ¡°I heard from Lady Tilly once that Maggie used to turn into a pigeon and slept while squatted on the roof. Any little noise would wake her and she only kept pigeon form to escape any possible dangers. Now, she finally can have a peaceful sleep just like a normal little girl.¡± She paused for a while and then continued, her voice filled with emotion, ¡°We¡¯re very lucky.¡± Nightingale did not answer her¡­ She did not need to. All the Witch Cooperation Association¡¯s witches who survived would feel the same way. When they struggled between life and death, it was the Lord of Border Town who reached out to them and promised them a new world. Now, not only did their sisters see hope, but they also found that this new world was within reach. After the Holy Mountain, they pursued for hundreds of years, became a reality, their gratitude and recognition could not be expressed within a few words. They fell into a long silence until the midnight bell ranged from far away, and Wendy said, ¡°Do you¡­ want to go back and have a visit?¡± Nightingale asked confused, ¡°Go back to where?¡± She still was not fully awakened. ¡°Silver City, your hometown,¡± Wendy pointed south and said, ¡°It¡¯s only half a day¡¯s journey from here. If you let Maggie carry you, it won¡¯t even take an hour. You, you do have a little brother living there, right?¡± Nightingale did not think she would bring this up, and after a little hesitation, she shook her head and explained, ¡°While we restore the city¡¯s order, there are potential enemies everywhere. So I can¡¯t leave His Majesty now. Besides, when everything in the Kingdom of Graycastle is settled, I¡¯ll have many opportunities to visit Silver City. There is no hurry.¡± ¡°I thought you¡¯d emphasize that you¡¯ve already removed yourself from the Gilen family, just like you did in the past,¡± Wendy said relieved, ¡°You seem like¡­ you don¡¯t hate your little brother anymore?¡± ¡°Without his betrayal, I wouldn¡¯t have met you, let alone His Highness.¡± Nightingale smiled. ¡°You always say to me, ¡®Getting rid of the past nightmares doesn¡¯t mean separating yourself from the past.¡¯ Now I finally understand the second half of the sentence. It¡¯s okay as long as I live a better life than before.¡± ¡°Well¡­ it seems like a good proverb pieced together.¡± Wendy raised her brow. ¡°I didn¡¯t know you had such literary skills.¡± ¡°So I won¡¯t sneak out secretly, and you can go to sleep in peace.¡± Nightingale uttered as she held Wendy¡¯s hands. ¡°It¡¯s late.¡± ¡°Uh-huh.¡± Wendy huffed as the two of them crawled on the big bed, and Wendy summoned a slight breeze to blow out the candle. ¡°Good night,¡± Wendy mumbled. Nightingale replied, ¡°Good night.¡± After Nightingale was sure that Wendy was asleep, she got up from the bed, went into the Mist, and walked to Roland¡¯s room. Next, it was her time. Darkness was on her side. ******************* The next day, Roland received both good news and bad news from Iron Axe. The good news was that after one night¡¯s interrogation, High Priest Ferry finally admitted Hermes¡¯ plan of secretly replacing Wimbledon III and issuing the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince. The bad news was that the church had plotted this war for a long time, so they could weaken the military potential of the Kingdom of Graycastle and occupy it more quickly. They actually occupied many areas, like the two provinces in the southeast of the kingdom. If Roland had not traversed time to become Prince Roland, this plan would probably have destroyed the Kingdom of Graycastle already. ¡°Did you hear all of that?¡± Roland asked Theo, who stood beside him. ¡°Go spread the news, especially about the church¡¯s true intentions and Timothy¡¯s collaboration with them. The more details you disclose, the better. I want every citizen of the city to know what they have done.¡± Theo answered, ¡°Yes.¡± Then Roland turned to Iron Axe and ordered, ¡°Send out another paddle ship to bring Barov and Kyle Sichi here.¡± Iron Axe seemed embarrassed, which was uncommon for him. ¡°It¡¯s no problem to fetch the director, but the chief alchemist¡­ Will he really agree to leave the lab and waste his precious time on the road?¡± Iron Axe questioned. ¡°I¡¯ll write to Kyle.¡± Roland frowned. ¡°There¡¯s a saying that if you don¡¯t come back and visit your hometown when you get rich, it¡¯s like wearing a black suit in the middle of the night. What¡¯s the point if people can¡¯t see it? When a man learns impressive skills, he shouldn¡¯t mind showing it off. When Kyle was in Redwater City, he always competed with the Alchemist Workshop in King¡¯s City. As they say, two of a trade never agree. Now Kyle has a chance to beat his rival, so I don¡¯t believe that he won¡¯t come.¡± This is also a good opportunity to enlist all the alchemists in King¡¯s City in one swoop and make them serve me.¡± Chapter 512 Chapter 512: An Old Friend and a New Friend Translator: TransN Editor: TransN There was no doubt that King¡¯s City was a huge treasure trove. Although it was a rather backward city, and those magnificent buildings meant nothing in Roland¡¯s eyes, it was still the most brilliant pearl in the Kingdom of Graycastle. In terms of population, the number of noblemen here far exceeded that of other cities¡ªthe first thing anyone who lost their rank and land would do was to come to King¡¯s City to seek new opportunities. If landless nobles and knights canonized by the royalty were counted, then the population was even bigger. For example, nearly 20% of the citizens in the Inner City were noblemen. Most of them received primary education and could read and write, making them all potential officials who deserved training in Roland¡¯s eyes. After all, without land and property, they would not resist the new policy too much, and their excellent insight would allow them to accept new things quicker. In terms of industries, King¡¯s City also hosted the best men of all trades. Besides the merchant and craftsmen unions, it also had the biggest alchemist association and the only astrologer association. Roland coveted these talents and summoned Barov and Kyle Sichi to utilize these men as much as possible. In terms of wealth, the value of all the collections in the palace was ten times that of Duke Ryan, with gold royals, jewelry, and golden handicrafts filling up several storehouses. This, combined with the properties of the other ministers who fell from power along with Timothy, totaled an astonishing number. If their properties were all confiscated, then the City of Neverwinter would be well taken care of for two or three years. However, Roland did not plan to take away all of the treasures, since it would waste too much time. Besides, he would need a lot of wealth to take over King¡¯s City and maintain its stability. Neither keeping the money stacked up in the basement nor using it freely was meaningful, so it was best to circulate it. If possible, Roland would love to spend half a year to process all these resources. But compared with King¡¯s City, which lay far in the middle, it was more important to take Fallen Dragon Ridge and the Southernmost Region, which lay next to the Western Region. Soon after Iron Axe left, one guard reported, ¡°Your Majesty, outside the palace, a businesswoman called Margaret wants to see you.¡± Roland¡¯s eyes lit up. ¡°Bring her to me.¡± When the businesswoman walked into the hall, he smiled and arose from his seat to welcome her. ¡°We finally meet again.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t expect we would meet in the palace of the Kingdom of Graycastle this time.¡± Margaret raised her hem and curtseyed to Roland. ¡°You always surprise me, Your Highness¡­ no, now I should call you Your Majesty.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, the enthronement hasn¡¯t been held, so I¡¯m not the king yet.¡± Roland waved his hands. ¡°You¡¯re not anxious about this, and you do behave in a kingly way.¡± Margaret covered her mouth and smiled. ¡°From now on, there will be business opportunities everywhere in King¡¯s City. As an old friend, you should take more care of me.¡± ¡°Of course, even if you didn¡¯t come to me, I¡¯d find you.¡± He laughed openly. ¡°You may not know this, but Border Town and Longsong Stronghold are going to be integrated into one big city. The steam engine company has opened several more production lines, and the yield will triple. It¡¯ll also produce more new commodities, and I promise they¡¯ll be unparalleled in the Four Kingdoms.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already seen how creative you can be, so we can talk about these things later in great detail.¡± Margaret nodded. ¡°But that¡¯s not why I¡¯m here today. I want to ask another favor from you.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland asked with great interest. ¡°Tell me.¡± ¡°Could¡­ we move to another place to talk?¡± she glanced around the room and asked quietly. ¡°If the Chamber of Commerce¡¯s financial resources can¡¯t solve this problem, and now we have to be secretive about it¡­ Has she really encountered so much trouble?¡± The prince thought for a moment. ¡°Then let¡¯s go to my study.¡± ¡­ The study, located on the top floor of the Tower of Crown, belonged to King Wimbledon III originally, and it was also where Prince Roland wanted to be the most when he was a child¡ªthis was the only place where he could see his reticent father. However, the reason that Roland picked this place was only that it was too high to have any secret passages, and there was only one set of winding stairs leading to the top of the tower, making it easy to defend and hard to attack. ¡°Can you talk about it now?¡± There were only him and Margaret left in the room, plus Nightingale, who had already hidden herself. ¡°Sorry, Your Majesty, I swore to someone that I¡¯d tell this to only you¡­¡± She bowed respectfully. ¡°Thunder wants to see you.¡± ¡°Thunder?¡± Roland was shocked. ¡°You mean the most famous explorer in the Fjords? Didn¡¯t he¡­ just die in a shipwreck?¡± ¡°A real explorer may believe in the three gods, but he wouldn¡¯t go to them so easily.¡± Margaret shook her head. ¡°He doesn¡¯t want to reveal his whereabouts, especially to Lightning, which is why I need to tell you in secret. Thunder had planned to contact you through Tilly, but he didn¡¯t expect that you¡¯d occupy King¡¯s City so soon, so he changed his plan at the last minute.¡± The businesswoman halted for a while. ¡°He also said that he found some unbelievable things in the east of the Shadow Islands that you¡¯d definitely be interested in, and that they may have something to do with the ruins from hundreds of years ago.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ is he in King¡¯s City now?¡± ¡°Yes, he arrived here yesterday. He made this decision after meeting with me.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t seem surprised by his coming back from the dead.¡± Roland was surprised. ¡°Have you known about it for a long time?¡± Margaret nodded. ¡°So the reason that you came to Border Town to do businesses the first time wasn¡¯t that I sent the guards out, but to find Lightning, right?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry I didn¡¯t tell you this from the start,¡± she said while holding her hand to her chest. ¡°Lightning wore a Magic Stone, so Thunder could find where she was. He sent me there just to make sure that she was safe. After learning that Lightning was settled in your domain, he decided to hide his information to keep his daughter far away from being an explorer.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it.¡± Roland understood it instantly. ¡°I didn¡¯t ask for more details about Thunder¡¯s death at the time, and Margaret did speak the truth in some sense, so Nightingale couldn¡¯t detect her lies but could only tell that she had no bad intentions towards witches. So there was a reason for this ¡®coincidence¡¯. Without Lightning, my steam engine trade wouldn¡¯t have found business routes so quickly.¡± ¡°Now King¡¯s City is still a mess, so I can¡¯t leave the palace,¡± Roland said, after a minute¡¯s consideration. ¡°If Thunder wants to meet me, you can bring him here. I promise I won¡¯t divulge his information to Lightning.¡± ¡°Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty.¡± Margaret looked very grateful and she bowed again. ¡°I¡¯ll deliver your reply to him as soon as possible.¡± Soon after the servants sent the businesswoman away, Roland heard his guard¡¯s report when he got back to the hall. ¡°Your Majesty, a nobleman outside the palace claimed to be your old friend and made a fuss about coming inside.¡± It surprised him a little. He knew the lower noblemen who were not influenced by the spring offensive would come here to snoop, but he did not expect they would come so soon. Logically, they should have waited to see the policy trends, and they should not come forward so proactively before Timothy was beheaded¡­ He also used to be a prince, so how could he be on good terms with a lower nobleman? ¡°What¡¯s his name?¡± ¡°Sir Yorko, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 513 Chapter 513: ¡°Magic Hand¡± Yorko Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Pfft¡­ ahem.¡± Roland almost choked on his own saliva. A pale-looking, slightly oversized man with stubby fingers and a curly Mohawk appeared within his mind. Roland had almost forgotten about him, but he quickly realized who he was once the name was mentioned. His appearance was as clear as if they had parted just yesterday. The visit was not a surprise; Prince Roland had once been so close with Yorko that he would have given him the shirt off his back. Prince Roland had been out of his mind and was self-loathing after being fiercely rejected by Tilly, realizing that he would never fit into Gerald, Timothy and Garcia¡¯s circle. Yorko¡¯s appearance was basically his salvation. Not only did he bring Roland along to the brothel, allowing him a taste of the pleasures of a noble, but he also introduced him to a gang of evil associates to boss around, giving him the prestige that he would never have in the palace. Even though these things were not righteous, he had been Prince Roland¡¯s best friend, at least at that time. Roland wanted to reject Knight Yorko, but these memories made him realize that he would not do that if he were still Prince Roland. Not to mention that he needed someone to attract the rest of the nobility to serve him. After a little contemplation, he finally decided to meet the popular ¡°Magic Hand¡± of King¡¯s City. ¡°Bring the knight to my study,¡± he ordered, ¡°and remember to confiscate his God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation.¡± ¡­ Returning to the Tower of Crown, Roland soon met the ¡°old friend¡± he was waiting for. ¡°Oh my God! Your Majesty¡­ I didn¡¯t expect you to come back so quickly and defeat your demon older brother so easily!¡± Prince Roland used to address his siblings as a clan of demons, and Yorko had gone along with this statement in private. His image was very similar to what Roland could remember. Yorko dashed forward and gave Roland a warm hug as soon as he opened the door and walked into the study. Roland reluctantly patted his back like he used to and said, ¡°I didn¡¯t expect you to come so soon either.¡± Despite the fact that Yorko¡¯s average appearance did not relate to his title of ¡°Casanova¡±, his round chin always gave people a sense of inexplicable intimacy. Considering his neatly-shaved beard, the clean-as-a-pin attire, the perfect smell of his cologne, and his legendary techniques, it was no surprise that so many ladies fell for him. ¡°I¡¯m different from them! Those cowards are still worrying about Timothy¡¯s remaining power, but I know that you would never let him off so easy!¡± Yorko grinned and asked, ¡°Since you¡¯re back, would you like to have a drink tonight at the Golden Lane? Do you want me to make an appointment with Mrs Rother or Miss Kingfisher? Ever since that one-night stand, they¡¯ve been missing you.¡± Roland suddenly felt a chill from behind his back, an ice-cold gaze pierced through his body, casted directly towards Yorko. The knight felt the change too. His voice abruptly ceased, and he started to look around in doubt. ¡°How come it suddenly got so cold in here?¡± ¡°What one-night-stand? I had nothing to do with them,¡± Roland immediately objected. ¡°Whatever they¡¯re feeling has nothing to do with me!¡± Even if it did, it would only have something to do with Prince Roland¡­ It was totally different from his true self, so what he said was still the truth. Nightingale should not be able to tell the difference. As expected, the chilling sensation reduced drastically following his response. ¡°Oh? Is that so?¡± Yorko stroked his chin, ¡°But you obviously spent a night with them!¡± ¡°It was way past curfew time, and I wasn¡¯t able to return to the palace. Otherwise, I would have had to sleep on the street,¡± Roland emphasized. ¡°Anyway, I didn¡¯t do anything that night, understand?¡± There was a glimmer of doubt on Yorko¡¯s face, but his initial smile soon returned. ¡°Well in that case, forget about them. Let¡¯s meet some new ones today. You probably have no idea, but a classier brothel opened up right opposite the Golden Lane. I heard that the quality can be compared to private reserves of the nobles, and they only allow entry by invitation. I haven¡¯t had a chance to try it out myself yet. I¡¯m sure there¡¯ll be no problem for you. What do you think?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not going anywhere at night. I¡¯m staying in the palace. ¡± ¡°Oh, I understand,¡± Yorko raised his brows and said. ¡°There are quite a few beautiful attendants in the palace as well, so you should enjoy them first. In that case, I¡¯ll teach you my famous skills so none of them will forget about you.¡± He sighed and said, ¡°You used to be so eager to learn from me, but I thought it would be useless for you back then, even if you mastered the stunt. Now that you¡¯re about to become king, I¡¯m afraid you¡¯ll have more lovers than I do. So, the stunt should be able to come in handy for you. After all, human energy is limited.¡± ¡°Stop.¡± Roland was close to covering Yorko¡¯s mouth with his hand. He dared not let Yorko continue. It was utterly a complete collection of dark histories. He did not want to bear the responsibilities of the awful things Prince Roland had done, especially not in front of Nightingale. ¡°Listen, friend¡­ I¡¯m different now.¡± Yorko was stunned, but replied, ¡°Of course. You¡¯re now the king, Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t mean that,¡± Roland interrupted, ¡°but you can also interpret it that way. As a king of the country, I definitely can¡¯t be as ruthless as I used to be, understand?¡± He recalled Prince Roland¡¯s way of intimate conversation, hooked his arm around Yorko¡¯s neck, and said, ¡°Speaking of which, just tell me what you have in mind. I don¡¯t believe that you came here, simply to reminisce about the past. You don¡¯t have to hide anything from me.¡± As expected, Yorko laughed and said, ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll be straightforward. Your Majesty, can you please grant me an official position?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°What about making me your minister? I don¡¯t need to be in a key position, such Treasurer or Minister of Justice. Just let me manage the patrol team, like Steelheart Knight.¡± He patted his bulging stomach and said, ¡°I can assure you that the Rats would be obedient under my watch.¡± Roland could not help but silently roll his eyes. How dare he mention that? The reputation of King¡¯s City would be ruined if he held the Minister of Defense position. He would bring the patrol team to fool around and summon the men to beat up other Casanovas if he had any conflicts. It was scary to even think about it. However, it could be good publicity if Yorko was given a suitable position. He would have a chance to be promoted during the throne alternation as long as he was willing to serve Roland. After all, Yorko had a clean background; he basically did not have any bad habits other than the fact that he could not control his sexual desire. The key question was what kind of position was suitable for someone like him. Roland contemplated for a while and said, ¡°I see. There¡¯s no problem with granting a simple official position, however, I¡¯ll still have to discuss the specific details with the City Hall. After all, it¡¯s an official job.¡± He patted the ¡°old friend¡± on his shoulder and said, ¡°I¡¯ll send someone to inform you after I decide.¡± Chapter 514 Chapter 514: The ¡°Hypothesis of the Spirits¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Nightingale appeared from behind him once Yorko left the study. ¡°Who are Mrs. Rother and Miss Kingfisher? What¡¯s the famous stunt?¡± ¡°Uh, this is a really tough question to answer.¡± Roland walked towards the window and pretended to be contemplating, but he was actually preventing Nightingale from seeing his expression. ¡°Just two ladies whom I was acquainted with. I don¡¯t know them very well, and I don¡¯t even know their real names. This is the way of interactions among the nobles. They¡¯re always hypocritical. Everything¡¯s simply for show most of the time and they forget all about it after that.¡± ¡°But he said both of them are missing you dearly.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ about that, they¡¯re not missing me, but my gold royals, status, and power. After all, I was still a prince back then. So they lost contact with me after I was assigned to Border Town. They would not be so cold to me if they really missed me, would they?¡± Nightingale could only differentiate the truth of the statement, but she could not directly determine the truth of the matter. Thus, Roland decided to use the art of misleading and dispelled Nightingale¡¯s doubt with winding statements. Not to mention that he indeed had nothing to do with this nonsense, so he was not at all stressed about it. ¡°Regarding the famous stunt¡­ It¡¯s a little bit more complicated. Simply put, Yorko can make a woman fall for him with the skills within his hands, as he is named the ¡®Magic Hand¡¯. I used to be curious because I knew nothing about it, but I don¡¯t need any of these skills now, do I?¡± He turned around and looked at Nightingale. However, she quickly avoided the eye contact, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. ¡°I, I guess,¡± she said. ¡°Phew¡­ I should be safe now.¡± Roland silently sighed in relief. Even though he could always ask Nightingale to wait outside in the beginning, it would not only hurt her trust but also put him in potential danger. After all, Sylvie was still inspecting the entire palace, and the gem list was still missing; it was better to be safe than sorry. ¡­ After dinner, Roland finally got to meet with Thunder, the great explorer from the Fjords. His body was solidly wrapped up, with his head in a hood and a gauze wrapped around his neck. The guards would probably not have let them pass with the way he was dressed if Nightingale had not personally picked him and Margaret up. Thunder took off his coat and gauze after creeping into the study. He respectfully bowed to Roland and said, ¡°I¡¯ve heard of your name from Margaret and Her Highness Tilly a while ago. My respected Roland Wimbledon, Your Majesty, thank you for taking care of Lightning.¡± ¡°I¡¯d like to thank you for taking care of Tilly as well,¡± Roland excitedly answered, observing him from head to toe. ¡°I heard that you¡¯ve helped her a lot since she moved to Sleeping Island.¡± Thunder had the typical short blonde-colored hair of Fjords locals, just like Lightning. He was brown-skinned and had a stocky body, rugged-looking appearance, and thick sideburns that were conjoined with the stubbles covering half of his face and his chin. His tone was full of energy, and he clearly spent most of his time on the sea. He was completely different from when he first walked into the room without making even the slightest noise. ¡°Don¡¯t mention it. She was a great help to my adventures. If it wasn¡¯t for her help, I¡¯m afraid that the fleet would have been limited to exploring the Shadow Islands.¡± Thunder smiled and said, ¡°And, of course, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to reach the sea that I¡¯ve never seen before and witness the existence of Sealine.¡± ¡°Sealine?¡± Roland curiously asked, ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°A wall that¡¯s formed by the sea water that still allows the boats to cross over freely.¡± Thunder narrated what he had seen in detail. ¡°It¡¯s also what brings me here.¡± Roland was shocked to hear that sea water could overcome gravity and form into ladder-like height differences, allowing boats to sail vertically upwards and cross over smoothly. It sounded incredible! He felt a great wave of emotion in his heart; it would be difficult for him to believe any of these if he had not heard them from the most famous explorer, Thunder. It implied that the gravity here was distorted, forming a unique gravitational field. However, Roland was not able to make any conclusion at this time, as the principle of gravity formation was still unclear. Since magic power was everywhere in this world, he could only guess that perhaps magic causing the formation of Sealine. However, he could faintly feel in his heart that the answer was more profound than he could imagine. The planet looked very similar to Earth at a glance, so he quickly referred to the theories he learned as scientific enlightenment and guidance. This was not a surprise, since the existence of human beings and carbon-based organisms led to a rough judgement: The law of substances here was basically similar to the previous universe. It was not metaphysics. The existence of life could be traced back to the speed and direction of atomic spin; it was so precise that none of the machines in the world could be compared. Any change in the constants would cause life to fall apart. Just like a wise man once said, ¡°Life is just like a set of flush in hand, so it¡¯ll no longer be there once the cards are shuffled.¡± He even speculated that the past world might also contain magic, but it had never been discovered due to the lack of witches as terminals. ¡°I heard that you can make steam-powered boats without sails that are faster than any sailing ship,¡± Thunder continued after Roland completely processed the news. ¡°Therefore, I¡¯d like to ask for your help to build such a ship for me, so that I can sail against the current and the sea wind. Money is not a problem. Please feel free to state your price.¡± Roland said after a while, ¡°Regarding this matter, gold royals are indeed not a problem¡­ No worries, I¡¯ll put the best technology into the ship construction and charge you only the cost of production.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, no, you don¡¯t have to¡­¡± ¡°Listen. It¡¯s no longer your personal matter. Exploring the unknowns of the world is as significant as changing the fate of mankind,¡± Roland interrupted and said. ¡°I¡¯ll fully support your adventure with only one condition¡ªremember to update me at once with any new discovery.¡± The discussion of the follow-up details continued for another half an hour. However, Thunder probably noticed that it was very difficult for Roland to settle down and concentrate, so he left after setting the next appointment time. Afterwards, Roland continued to sit in front of the desk, frowning and feeling unsettled. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Nightingale anxiously asked. ¡°You look pale.¡± ¡°Nothing¡­¡± Roland shook his head and sighed. ¡°I just have a bad feeling about this.¡± ¡°What feelings?¡± ¡°Do you know about the spirits?¡± ¡°Uh, do you mean those tiny, glowing, heavenly individuals that could bring moisture and recovery to all things on earth in the epic biography?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m talking about the creatures with pointed ears and human-like bodies, who are elegant, long-lived, and generally prefer to live in the forest.¡± Nightingale contemplated for a moment and said, ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of them.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve only read about them in a storybook,¡± Roland slowly explained. ¡°These fictional species basically spread their footprints through the entire continent. However, they were forced to hide in the deep forest after the rise of mankind, putting them on the verge of extinction. As intelligent as they were, they were far less in number compared to the latecomers. Facing the Coalition of mankind that was a hundred times larger than they were, the spirits appeared to be totally defenseless, trapped themselves within the deserted mountains, and became increasingly outdated. Their technology was eventually taken over by mankind, and they ended up as pets¡­ What do you think?¡± He continued without waiting for Nightingale¡¯s answer, ¡°We¡¯re just like the spirits now.¡± As a member of mankind himself, Roland had totally neglected this, but now he shuddered at that thought. Although mankind was indeed a thriving race comparing to the spirits, it did not mean that they would always thrive the most among the intelligent creatures. Nowadays, mankind was actually the minority, and they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. They were trapped by the demons in a corner of the continent and were totally oblivious to the outside world. He decided to fully support Thunder in exploring the new maritime space for this reason as well. If mankind was not more foresighted and did not actively assess their situation within the world they were in, they could only be eliminated like the spirits. ¡°Both Battles of Divine Will wasted nearly a thousand years. Hopefully, it¡¯s not too late for all this,¡± Roland thought to himself. Chapter 515 Chapter 515: The Magic Painting Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Good morning, Miss Soraya!¡± As Soraya stepped into the bicycle factory, Jilly came up and said, ¡°You¡¯re so early.¡± This made Soraya feel a bit embarrassed because she had stayed up late last night playing Fight the Landlord with Mystery Moon and Lily which made her wake up half an hour later than usual. When Wendy was not around, everyone became slightly lazy, of course¡­ except for Anna and Agatha. Whether it was work or learning, they had always set a great example for the other sisters, especially Agatha. She always arrived early and stayed late. Soraya asked Jilly, ¡°Is the material ready?¡± ¡°Yes, please follow me,¡± Jilly replied As a student in the first graduating class, Jilly became Soraya¡¯s assistant after graduation. Her main job was to inform Soraya of her daily schedule. A year ago, Soraya would have never believed that ordinary people and witches could work together in harmony. ¡°Are those the finished bicycles?¡± Soraya asked since she suddenly noticed that the factory was a bit different today. The steam machine was not in operation and everyone stood around and stared at a row of brand-new vehicles. ¡°Yes, these are the first batch of products,¡± Jilly said with a smile. ¡°20 bicycles in total. It¡¯s not easy to make, especially the chains and wheels. The rate of the finished products was less than 50%.¡± She finished. ¡°It¡¯s not easy indeed,¡± Soraya thought. The factory was built last autumn, but since then, it had experienced all kinds of difficulties, such as the equipment not being ready, a serious shortage of human resources and so on¡­ It was clearly less prioritized when compared to the steam assembly plant and chemical plant next door. Both of the neighboring plants operated in three shifts and people were working at all times. However, the bicycle factory only operated during the daytime. Once, even Jilly complained that her friend, who had worked for the chemical plant, had a salary three times more than hers, but she had never seen a single bicycle made. Now Jilly finally obtained a bicycle of her own. As Soraya walked into her office, she saw that the ground had already been paved with a layer of white paper that was about 40 square meters. The white paper made the floor look as if there was snow on the ground. ¡°Sorry to disturb you, the part we need to process today is the inner tire,¡± Jilly explained to Soraya and then bowed. ¡°Okay,¡± the witch nodded and said, ¡°You may go on with your work.¡± ¡°Well, please call me if you need any help.¡± She laughed. ¡°I¡¯m just around the door.¡± Seeing Jilly leave excitedly, Soraya knew that she could not wait to ride the bicycle. Soraya smiled and shook her head as she took off her shoes and stepped on the tiled paper floor. Soraya usually painted the inner tires, outer tires and bicycle frames based on the demand of the bicycle factory. Soraya¡¯s painting speed was faster than the factory¡¯s production speed, so there were a lot of such things in stock. Given that magical powers grew every day, it was a waste not to use it, so Soraya came to the factory every three days to finish her painting tasks. She recalled the color the inner tire should be painted and lifted her hand to summon the Magic Pen. As a film material that contained gas, it must be light, soft and ductile enough and could be fused at high temperatures. From past experiences, she chose shaving coating method for it. After hundreds of tests, she found that sky coating was too flexible and ripple coating too thermal-resistant. When she was collecting raw materials, she noticed the wood shavings left by the carpenters and finally found the ideal painting materials. Unlike Lucia, she was unable to break down materials into elementary substances and then mix them at any proportion. She had to understand the materials¡¯ characteristics by painting it out and she was unable to remember thousands of materials and their properties. Therefore, the simplest way for her to remember was to make a color card. She would choose the appropriate coating from the color card when needed. Of course, as the paint used for the inner and outer tires were common, Soraya was able to draw without referring to the color card. The Magic Pen gradually widened to six meters as Soraya was standing at the center of the brush. Actually, the magic pen could expand at most to ten meters, but in that condition it could easily get out of control. So, she would rather spend more time drawing with a smaller brush to ensure the quality. ¡­ Within two hours, the 40 square meters of paper was coated with a layer of wood shavings. Of course, the paint was not real wood shavings. It was just like her steel painting was not real steel, but a material that was breakable like glass. A thing could never be extremely hard and extremely ductile at the same time. Inside the wood shavings, Soraya engraved her name as a signature. This is a tradition among artists. Initially, Soraya signed at the lower right corner of the coating, but later, she found out that after the coating was cut, her name would only appear in one inner tube. So, she decided to sign everywhere. By doing so, no matter how the cutting was, people could always see ¡°Soraya¡¯s work¡±. At first, Soraya panicked when His Highness noticed it. She thought she would be punished, but instead, his Highness praised her as a watermark inventor. Although she did not understand the meaning of watermark, Soraya still felt happy for a few days after being praised by His Highness and decided to continue to sign her name on her work. After the painting was completed, the next process was to burn the paper at one side of the coating to obtain the raw materials for the inner tire. It then would be sent to the cutting room to be cut into strips which would be welded into tires by hot iron. All these tasks were performed by dedicated workers, and Soraya just needed to prepare the raw materials for them. The painting she made today almost consumed one third of her magic power and reminded her of the importance of training. Training would greatly upgrade her magical powers. In the past, this workload would make her exhausted, but now after she said goodbye to Jill, she still had energy and power to go to the North Slope Mine alone. After entering the mountain, there was a sentry stationed almost every 100 meters as well as a bunker and watchtower set up at the entrance. Even the lord¡¯s castle was not so tightly guarded. As Soraya entered the yard, the soldiers saluted her. She saw Anna thoroughly focused on cutting some strange parts as usual. At this sight, Soraya suddenly felt a bit ashamed of herself and at the same time felt some admiration for Anna who was so talented and still so hardworking. Anna was also the favorite witch of His Highness. ¡°Hey, Sister Soraya, you¡¯re here.¡± Lucia announced and smiled as she heard Soraya¡¯s footsteps. Anna also put down the parts in her hand and waved at her. ¡°Please, here are some copper wires to be painted,¡± Anna requested. ¡°No problem.¡± Soraya smiled and walked towards them. Chapter 516 Chapter 516: The Music of Recovery Translator: TransN Editor: TransN What Soraya did was to cover the cut copper wire with a layer of hard anti-corrosion coating so that it could be used for the City of Neverwinter¡¯s Three Supplies Project. This process was easier than coating the inner wire, as the thickness did not require much accuracy. After choosing the color card, Soraya turned the Magic Pen into a round tube. Once scanned from top to bottom, the ¡°pigment¡± will become solid on the metal surface. It was a trick she learned from Anna¡ªto make better use of magic power by changing its form. However, there was still a big gap between them because Anna¡¯s ability to control magic was almost perfect. Soraya witnessed the Blackfire as it was cutting metal ingots. It seemed like a performance instead of a task¡­ The three types of Blackfire were in different forms, and they cut through the metal from different angles, making a number of parts that were all the same size, or directly created a complete machine. It was easy to remember the characteristics of the black fire at different lengths. It was, however, hard to control the many types of it and make them work together while maintaining the different characteristics of their magic power. In order to do that, there should be no difference between magic power and limbs, and the magic power might need to be more flexible. ¡°Is it¡­ a vine?¡±Lucia asked as she stared curiously at the colors painted by the Magic Pen. ¡°Exactly, this is a 10-year-old grapevine.¡± Soraya explained, ¡°It¡¯s hard and difficult to break, very close to His Highness¡¯ requirement.¡± ¡°10 years old¡­ Is that necessary?¡±. ¡°Of course.¡± She could not help laughing. ¡°Young vines are obviously softer and less resistant to corrosion and heat. It¡¯s not just about their ages. Materials, such as wood, paper, and cloth have different properties in wet and dry conditions. That¡¯s why I need to use color cards to record them.¡± ¡°If this is true, there¡¯ll be more color cards than metal formulas!¡± exclaimed Lucia. ¡°Not really,¡± Soraya thought for a while and said, ¡°¡®Elementary Chemistry¡¯ states that the characteristics of a material might undergo huge changes while its composition has subtle changes. But, the color card of wood has no noticeable changes when it¡¯s mixed with 10% or 15% water.¡± ¡°Wow, you record the whole world with just a pen.¡± Lucia was amazed. ¡°This is really an enviable ability.¡± She smiled but did not answer. She was thinking of Anna, who really had an enviable ability. If the Magic Pen was recording the world, then the Blackfire was creating the world. Most of the changes in the town were related to Anna. Several of the machines at the corner of the courtyard displayed proof of that. As long as they were connected to the steam engine, they were able to produce strong bursts of power. The workers became an add-on to the Blackfire through a machine. In a sense, Anna¡¯s creation enabled the ordinary people to have power close to the witches¡¯. Today¡¯s job was considered done after coating five bundles of copper wire¡ªSoraya¡¯s working life was very consistent. She would go to different places to complete partial coatings every day. Since her painting speed had improved, only about half of her magic power would be exhausted by midday. When a witch consumed all her magic power, she would feel tired or even faint. Therefore, they would usually retain 30% of their power during the daily training¡ªTypically, as additional training to consume more magic power, she would continue to collect color cards and capture new colors. Still, Soraya became less productive because Wendy and His Highness were not around. For that reason, she decided to join Mystery Moon and others in Fight the Landlord game later. She thought that this was definitely not slacking off. It was just a temporary entertainment. ¡­ Time always flew fast while playing a game. The whole afternoon passed within a wink. After dinner, Scroll announced some unexpected news. ¡°Today¡¯s evening course has been canceled and changed to Echo¡¯s ability test.¡± ¡°Well, hasn¡¯t she done her ability test before?¡± Lily wondered and said, ¡°Why does she have to do it again?¡± ¡°This is great,¡± said Mystery Moon almost immediately while covering Lily¡¯s mouth with her hand. ¡°I¡¯ve never tested anyone else¡¯s abilities!¡± Lily stared angrily at Mystery Moon till she stopped covering her mouth and muttered softly. ¡°The point is the class has been dismissed. Why don¡¯t you feel happy¡­?¡± ¡°Teacher Scroll, what should we do?¡± asked Ring, the only non-witch in the hall. ¡°You just need to focus and listen,¡± replied Scroll with a smile. ¡°I fancy not everyone needs to attend the test.¡± Agatha stood up. ¡°If not, I¡¯ll go back to my room.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do.¡± Scroll shook her head. ¡°You¡¯re one of the reasons for the test.¡± ¡°Me?¡± She asked frowning. All of the witches looked at Agatha, including Soraya. ¡°Yes. You¡¯re too stressed and your body won¡¯t be able to bear it if you consume all your magic power every day.¡± ¡°In Taquila, senior witches do the same,¡± said Agatha carelessly, ¡°Are you not aware of the brutality of the Battle of Divine Will? It¡¯ll never stop until the opponent collapses. I believe that the Union is willing to sacrifice all its members if they¡¯re able to find the path to victory.¡± ¡°But His Highness said before, simply forcing yourself will reduce your efficiency. Resting is necessary for doing things, both studying and working,¡± Scroll said softly. ¡°I have told him your situation, so the test is an attempt.¡± ¡°Test what?¡± ¡°The recovery skill of Echo.¡± The phrase surprised the witches. ¡°Can she heal the wounded like Nana?¡± Soraya doubted it. Echo¡¯s ability was to simulate all kinds of sounds. She was useless in the Witch Cooperation Association. She would not have been despised by Cara if she could heal others. Scroll paused for a moment. ¡°I don¡¯t know the exact reason. It¡¯s His Highness¡¯s idea.¡± She looked outside. ¡°Are you ready? Let¡¯s begin.¡± Echo walked to the hall and ascended the podium. She was a little nervous. Everyone was holding their breath and waiting for her to exercise her ability. The music rang softly, like a clear spring ringing in everyone¡¯s ears. Then she sang a melodious song in her own voice instead of simulating one. Suddenly, Soraya felt that everything around her had changed. The stone castle gradually faded into the darkness and her body was surrounded by warm springs¡­ It was as if she were enveloped by a white mist, and upon her was a sky full of stars. The cool breezes blew through her warm body. She could not help humming out loud and was completely relaxed and immersed in this very comfortable spring. At the end of the song, Soraya slowly opened her eyes after a long time. She understood the meaning of ¡°Recovery¡± without any explanation. There was no increase in magic power, but the fatigue of the day was swept away. Her body became active and strong. Chapter 517 Chapter 517: The Real Alchemy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ When Kyle Sichi returned home, he immediately saw a dark envelope on the dinner table. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± He looked at his wife Cerra, who was busy at work in the kitchen. ¡°Oh, by the way, City Hall¡¯s officials came around this afternoon.¡± His wife wiped her hands clean and placed an appetizing bowl of meat broth onto the table. ¡°They said His Highness wants you to go to King¡¯s City, and a boat will come in two days to escort you there.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t he going there to confront his brother? Why would he want me there? What a complete waste of time,¡± said Kyle with a frown. ¡°It¡¯ll take at least a week¡¯s journey. His demands are really going too far.¡± ¡°He¡¯s your prince, Lord of the City of Neverwinter, dear,¡± said Cerra, shaking her head with a smile. ¡°Also, City Hall¡¯s officials said that he wrote you a personal letter to show how important this trip was. That¡¯s quite an honor, isn¡¯t it? You should keep this letter safe after you finish reading it, so we can probably pass it on as a family heirloom.¡± ¡°Family heirloom? If only it were the complete edition of ¡®Intermediate Chemistry¡¯.¡± Kyle curled his lip. ¡°Let¡¯s discuss this after dinner¡­ He¡¯d better have a good reason.¡± After his simple meal, he ducked into his study and opened the envelope. A small strip of paper as long as a finger fell out. This was obviously a secret letter sent by a carrier pigeon, which was then placed in an envelope by the City Hall officials. Kyle used one hand to press the paper and the other to fumble around the table for his monocle and placed it on the bridge of the nose. Due to reading over a long period of time under faint candlelight, his vision was getting worse day by day. Luckily, his life in the town has been improved a lot, and he could light five or six candles at a time in his office, but he did not know when his house could be installed with the kind of bright lights that lit up the chemical plant. There was only one short sentence on the strip of paper: ¡°Do you still remember the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City? Now it¡¯s your chance to show them what the real alchemy is.¡± Kyle gasped. The Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City was the ultimate dream position for all aspiring alchemists who searched for the truth of all things, and he was no exception when young. Only his wife knew that he had once applied to the Alchemist Workshop of the King¡¯s City. He had planned to gain admission using the ¡°gold-dissolving liquid¡± that he had invented by himself at the age of 20. However, Kyle¡¯s formula unexpectedly failed during the review process, and he could not produce the smoking brown acid liquor even after two attempts. The reviewing alchemist Retnin was outraged and accused Kyle of intentionally wasting the Workshop¡¯s valuable ingredients. He denied Kyle a third try and even ordered the guards to seize his purse and kick him out. Outside the Workshop, Retnin coldly tossed five silver royals from the purse to Kyle, saying that he should buy a trip back to Redwater City, while the rest of the purse was compensation for the Workshop¡¯s loss. He left as soon as he was done talking, leaving Kyle with only rejection and a great shame. This left a gaping scar in his heart, and he never told anyone about it except his wife. Kyle returned to Redwater City full of rage, but he continued to pursue alchemy and spent all his time in his workshop, trying to find a new formula to prove the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City wrong. Finally, after ten years, when he was 30 years old, he developed a second formula. For this reason, he was promoted as an alchemist in Redwater City. It took him another six years to become the chair. Kyle had always viewed the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City as his greatest enemy, and he interacted with them a couple times in his work, as well. But their alchemists were always extremely haughty and did not recognize any other alchemist organizations except their own. They believed that Redwater City¡¯s alchemists were only as good as their apprentices and students and did not deserve the title of an alchemist. Their supposedly newfound alchemy formulas were mostly discovered by the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City dozen years ago. The Workshop chair even said other cities did not need to build alchemical workshops because this line of work required a great amount of money and manpower, which regular lords could not afford at all. If people needed the help of alchemists, they could seek it directly from King¡¯s City. If the lords invested tens of thousands of gold royals into their own workshops, they would probably make no progress with the end of a bunch of useless men. Embarrassingly, Kyle knew that only the Alchemic Workshop of Redwater City saw the workshop of King¡¯s City as a competitor, but the latter did not care about him at all. He was overjoyed by his success in the double-stone acid-making method and the production of crystal glass because he could produce large amounts of valuable acid with the former, and the latter was the most highly demanded alchemic product on the market. Even the proud Alchemist Workshop could not ignore his two accomplishments. In an unexpected and theatrical turn of events, Roland Wimbledon of Border Town found him and opened his eyes to a whole world of possibilities with ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡±. From then on, Kyle realized that everything he had learned was meaningless. The alchemy itself was a backward practice and doomed for extinction, while a new path of exploration lay ahead of him¡ªthis time, the relationship between all things was no longer murky, but clear and organized. His past squabbles were also pointless, and he let go of his vendetta with the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City and the formulas that had taken him so much effort to develop. It¡¯s reasonable to do so. However, when His Highness mentioned this word again, Kyle Sichi¡¯s heart still raced, and an indescribable excitement crept back into his heart. Kyle¡¯s mind recalled the cold figure, the muddy silver royals, the door that slammed shut, and the outrageous claim that there was no need for other alchemic workshops except the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City to exist. ¡°Now it¡¯s your chance to show them what the real alchemy is.¡± Kyle scanned the strip of paper one last time, stood up, and walked out of his office. ¡°Cerra¡­¡± He paused in the middle of his sentence and noticed that his wife was bending over, packing his clothes into an open bag in the living room. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± ¡°It¡¯s for your journey to King¡¯s City. I knew that even if His Highness didn¡¯t write you a letter, you¡¯d still go,¡± said Cerra with a smile. ¡°Do you still remember the stories you told me? There are things that you¡¯re owed in that city.¡± Kyle stared at her blankly for a while and then burst out in laughter. ¡°Take good care of our home. I have to pay a visit to King¡¯s City.¡± Chapter 518 Chapter 518: The New Journey of Magic Hand Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It was a bright and sunny day in King¡¯s City, making it perfect for a sentencing day. A cannon would sound on the square every hour, signaling that another formerly ¡°prominent and important¡± figure received his deserved verdict. Their convictions had actually already been decided, so this process was mostly used as a propaganda for the citizens. It especially condemned the church and Timothy for conspiring against the king and stealing the throne. After a week of preparation, the evidence collected against them proved their guilt without a doubt¡ªof course, Roland did not actually give them a chance to argue for themselves. Only a few of the nobles were sentenced to hanging. Besides Timothy, his henchmen, the Prime Minister, and judge, all the other sentenced men were the church believers. Even the church of King¡¯s City was completely uprooted, and Roland made sure that everyone who was involved in spreading the demonic plague got what they deserved. These scumbags will surely be met by cheers from the audience when they¡¯re brought to the gallows. ¡°Are you not going to watch it in person?¡± asked Nightingale, standing by the window. ¡°Iron Axe and Theo will take care of everything,¡± replied Roland without even raising his head. Public trials helped excite and unite the subjects in Border Town, but they would not have the same effect here. The people would not automatically side with Roland as soon as he killed Timothy, just like they did not side with Timothy after King Wimbledon III and Gerald died. He did not have enough support among the citizens here. He was also concerned about his own safety. Sylvie eventually found the gem list Roland remembered, which Timothy had hidden in a secret compartment in his closet. However, there were twelve more names than the gems there, four of which were hidden in King¡¯s City. It meant that they had all received Timothy¡¯s orders. Although they were not necessarily the assassination orders, Roland still kept his guard up. Execution grounds were too disorderly and unsuitable for him to visit, and he had no interest in watching executions. He had much more important things to deal with. For example, the army. The casualties in capturing King¡¯s City were finally calculated, revealing that the First Army lost 33 men, which was their worst loss so far. Although they killed a much larger amount of enemies than that, Roland still noticed many flaws in their street battle tactics, especially in house demolition¡ªmost of the First Army¡¯s casualties were caused when enchanted soldiers surprised them by leaping out from civilian houses. If his soldiers could use rifle grenades or blasting cartridges to demolish suspicious houses in their way, there would definitely be lighter casualties. His other concern was the size of the army. The First Army could take on the entire Kingdom of Graycastle with its 3,000 men, but it was not enough to conquer everything in his sights. He would have to leave at least 500 men behind to maintain order in King¡¯s City, and after conquering Fallen Dragon Ridge and the Southernmost Region, the army would be too small to maintain a peace war. He needed to expand his army. Roland wrote down the plans for death benefits and army expansion and handed them to his guards. He ordered them to take the plans back to the City of Neverwinter, where the City Hall would carry them out. After that, the prince directed his attention to the lower-level nobles. They did not have any substantial political power, but they were all well-educated and desperately wanted to be promoted. All the great nobles in King¡¯s City had already been cleared out. They were either exiled from the territory or sent to the Neverwinter mines, leaving many vacancies in the office. In order for King¡¯s City to run normally, the most effective tactic was to have these lower nobles work for him. Barov had years of experience in King¡¯s City and definitely knew some of these men, so he would be in charge of organizing a temporary ruling system. These men were willing to serve him, so giving them greater responsibilities would increase their eagerness. Yorko was Roland¡¯s first try. Over the past few days, he finally decided where he should assign his ¡°old friend¡±. ¡­ Yorko shouted as soon as he entered Roland¡¯s office, ¡°Oh God, you really killed all of the church scoundrels! I would never have guessed that they spread the demonic plague, and I couldn¡¯t even believe my ears when High Priest Ferry confessed to it. What a disgrace to the deities! Right now, the crowds on the square are praising your name and saying that you saved them six months ago.¡± Roland smiled. Theo had ordered the Rats to spread this news to corroborate the refugee camps from six months ago. It seemed that it was quite effective. However, Yorko probably made up the part about praising his name to flatter him. He did not question his words and handed a delicate lambskin letter to Yorko. ¡°Take a look at this.¡± Yorko opened the letter, glanced at it, and widened his eyes. ¡°You¡¯re, you¡¯re making me the ambassador of the Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± ¡°Yes, and a permanent one,¡± said Roland with a nod. ¡°You¡¯ll have an official letter of appointment, scepter, and seal, and you¡¯ll reside in the City of Glow in the Kingdom of Dawn. What do you think?¡± This position had taken a great amount of consideration¡ªas the famed ¡°Magic Hand¡± in King¡¯s City, Yorko had a bad reputation, just like Prince Roland did in the past. No one wanted to be made a cuckold, including the nobles. While their wives cheated on them with other men, instead of simply catching them in the act, the husbands also meddled in brothels and bars¡ªbut it was all in secrecy. If Yorko was given an important position, or if Roland openly gave the Magic Hand a job in the City Hall, it would have an unimaginable influence¡­ All the nobles and merchants would be worried that their wives would begin to openly pursue Yorko, and the women that Yorko had slept with would all try to take advantage of him. Roland did not want this to happen. His best option was to place him in a foreign country. Kingdom ambassadors were different from traveling emissary delegations, and they had similar authority as Earls, so even foreign kings treated them with respect. This was an important-sounding title that was perfect as a promotion. He also did not have to give him any land, and he would not worry any of the other noble. Let him go bother the Kingdom of Dawn. I heard that their noblewomen are exotic and outstanding, so he might be able to make a new name for himself there. Yorko obviously also realized this point. He knelt down without any hesitation and replied excitedly, ¡°I accept¡­ my lord!¡± He was so eager as if he was worried that Roland would regret his decision. ¡°Then it¡¯s decided,¡± said Roland with a smile. ¡°Before you leave, I¡¯ll have a ceremonial officer to train you.¡± Besides Yorko, he also needed to send some of his own men to the Kingdom of Dawn, so he could keep an eye on his neighbor and also form an alliance with them to fight the church. Chapter 519 Chapter 519: The Secret within the Stars Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland shook his head with a smile as he watched Yorko excitedly bowed and left. He did not mind helping the people who had helped Prince Roland in the past, as long as they did not have any bad intentions. ¡°Where¡¯s Wendy right now?¡± He turned around and asked Nightingale after taking care of this matter. ¡°She¡¯s probably on the top of the tower practicing her ability. Do you want me to summon her?¡± ¡°Yes, and get Sylvie, Lightning, and Maggie as well¡­ we¡¯re going to visit the astrologers,¡± said Roland. ¡°And we¡¯ll be flying to them.¡± ¡°I understand.¡± Nightingale¡¯s eyes lit up. ¡°Even if someone wants to attack me, they can¡¯t pose a threat against a hydrogen balloon, so this is the best way to travel.¡± Roland had learned via carrier pigeon that Kyle was on his way, so he postponed his visit to the Alchemist Workshop. He was very curious about the Astrology Association, the other main academic organization in King¡¯s City. Roland also had a great point of confusion that needed to be confirmed. ¡­ The Astrology Association was located on a mountain in the northern area of the outer city, and it was only the second in height to the twin towers of the palace. The Astrology Hall had a pretty unique design and it looked like a hexagonal stone tower with a flat top from above. It had a wide base and narrow top, and its silhouette was precisely symmetrical. Roland knew what symmetry implied in that era. Without advanced measuring and positioning methods, it was nearly impossible to build such a large yet perfect stone structure, a process even more difficult than building a giant city wall. The guards had left earlier and surrounded the stone tower. As the hydrogen balloon released the air and slowly landed on the tower roof, its passengers were immediately greeted by Brian, Sean and Alva Taber. ¡°Your Majesty, this area has been completely sealed, and I promise that not a single rat will escape!¡± ¡°We have also confiscated all the astrologers¡¯ God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, allowing Miss Sylvie to use her magic power, so you can interact with them freely.¡± ¡°Good job. Stay alert.¡± Roland nodded in approval and shifted his sight to the row of men in gray robes standing behind the guards. They were all aged over 30 years old, and they kept peeking at the hydrogen balloon in panic. They were obviously still rattled by his sudden appearance from the sky. Roland turned to Alva. ¡°Who¡¯s in charge around here? Tell him to come see me.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord!¡± Alva spoke briefly with two old men in robes, and one of them cautiously walked to Roland with him. ¡°Your Majesty, this is King¡¯s City¡¯s Chief Astrologer, Astrologer of Dispersion Star.¡± ¡°Your Majesty Roland Wimbledon, your honored presence makes all the stars shine brighter.¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t you use your real name?¡± asked Roland, raising an eyebrow. ¡°It¡¯s a tradition of the Astrology Association,¡± explained Alva hastily. ¡°Every astrologer dreams of naming themselves after a star image¡­ and only people who discover new star images are allowed such an honor.¡± ¡°So you discovered¡­ the Dispersion Star?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± said the old man with his hand on his chest. ¡°It forms a Dispersion Star ring with three other Dark Stars, and it represents death and rebirth.¡± ¡°What about them?¡± Roland pointed at the other men in gray robes. ¡°These eight are star image masters of the Astrological Station, so they all made their own discoveries.¡± Dispersion Star respectfully described them one by one. ¡°They can explain the meaning behind anything from changes in the stars to dusk and dawn¡­ of course, so can I.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not here to have my fortune explained.¡± The old man paused in shock. ¡°Then¡­ Your Majesty, may I ask why you¡¯re here?¡± ¡°I¡¯m here to explore the stars.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Let¡¯s continue this conversation indoors. By the way, bring the diagrams of all the star images you¡¯ve discovered. You have records for these, right? Mark the brightest stars and connect them with a thin line¡ªyes, those things.¡± ¡­ Stacks of parchment piled up on the table in the hall, some tinged with yellow due to their age. Roland took a deep breath and used a pen to draw a ¡°spoon¡± and ¡°hourglass¡± on a piece of paper, and connecting the bright stars with lines according to the stars diagram. ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯re these?¡± asked the scholar confusedly. ¡°They¡¯re two star images.¡± He picked up the paper and showed it to the group of astrologers. ¡°Have you ever seen images like these before?¡± They all shook their heads. ¡°Search for similar images in all of these parchments,¡± ordered Roland. ¡°Everyone, takes a pile, and be sure to look at every single one.¡± His great confusion was: ¡°Am I on a different side of the same planet? It¡¯s not surprising that this place also has a sun and a moon. The sun is just a regular fixed star. There¡¯re billions of fixed stars in the Milky Way, and there¡¯re billions of galaxies like the Milky Way in the universe, so it¡¯s not unlikely that there¡¯s another fixed star system in the infinitely large universe. However, I¡¯m not sure about species¡¯ similarities. Biological evolution occurred by the coincidental outbreak, so there could be completely different organisms produced in the same environment. Whether it¡¯s demonic beasts or demons, I don¡¯t think they evolved from the same natural world as earth¡¯s.¡± He decided to use star images to address this confusion. Fixed stars had life spans of billions of years, and their location barely ever changed, so they had always been used to determine the direction or hold symbolic meaning. Roland only remembered two star images: the commonly-known Big Dipper, and Orion. If he could find them among the constellations, he would be able to determine his location. After an hour, no one had found the constellations. Roland also used this time to ask Astrologer of Dispersion Star about a few of this world¡¯s most famous star images, but he had never heard of any of them. The Kingdom of Graycastle astrologers also did not know of the Zodiac star images. In general, the Bright Stars on these star images were far denser than the star images he knew, which meant he was closer to the center of the galaxy. This was because fixed stars were closer together towards the galaxy¡¯s center. Then it¡¯s very likely that I¡¯m not on Earth. This answer slightly disappointed Roland. He sighed and glanced around the hall. ¡°How many members are there in the Astrology Association?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, there¡¯re 9 astrologers, 156 apprentices, and 67 handymen and masons,¡± replied Astrologer of Dispersion Star. ¡°I plan to shut down the Astrological Station. Pack your bags and return to the City of Neverwinter with me.¡± The words instantly changed the expression on everyone¡¯s face. Alva said in a terrified tone, ¡°Your Majesty, how, how could you¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t believe in astrology. I only believe in personal choice,¡± said Roland nonchalantly. ¡°And I¡¯m the King of Graycastle, so I can shut this down if I wish to. You¡¯ll learn the truth about star images in the Western Region, and you won¡¯t see them as the meaningless pathways for fate anymore.¡± ¡°With all due respect, Your Majesty Wimbledon, you can¡¯t do this.¡± The Chief Astrologer slowly rose and said, ¡°We have to watch the stars at all times without interruption¡ªthis order was passed by your ancestors.¡± Chapter 520 Chapter 520: The Star of Extinction Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Ancestor?¡± Roland blurted out, ¡°What the hell?¡± He noticed everyone staring at him astonished. Roland cleared his throat and said, ¡°No, I mean¡­ who knows if it¡¯s true.¡± Then he felt his left shoulder being gently pinched. ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s true, and I can prove it,¡± the Chief lowered his head and said. ¡°But you are the only one who can see it.¡± When the rest of the astrologers heard what the Chief said, they got up and left the room on their own. Roland thought for a moment and nodded to the witches and the guards, saying, ¡°I¡¯m fine. You guys go as well.¡± He would still have Nightingale with him as a last line of defense in case of any emergency. The Chief Astrologer, Dispersion Star, entered a chamber next to the hall. After a long time, he returned to the long table with an iron box in his hands. He respectfully placed it in front of Roland. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± ¡°It is the instruction left by your ancestor. He¡¯d expected that this kind of thing would happen.¡± ¡°You mean closing the Astrological Station?¡± Roland asked surprised. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty, and such a thing did happen before,¡± the Chief said with a wry smile. ¡°Although astrology and alchemy are both called the academics of sages, they are different. Alchemists can bring big profit to the kingdom while we have little output. Besides, the Astrology Association consumes many gold royals every year to purchase high-quality crystal and hire craftsmen. In order to prevent frugal future generations from dismissing the Astrology Association, your ancestor engraved the instruction and demanded that nobody interfere with it.¡± Roland opened the box. Unexpectedly, what he saw was a stack of gold sheets. It seemed that the Wimbledon Family had been willing to spend heavily on preserving this instruction. He laid out the gold sheets on the table and counted. There were eight of them. Each one was about 3 millimeters thick and 2 palms wide, heavy in his hands. What the Chief Astrologer said just now was engraved on the first sheet. ¡°Nobody should interfere with the members of the Astrological Station in looking at the night sky, where lay mysteries which can show the fate of the world.¡± The latter part of the words caught Roland¡¯s attention and he became lost in thought. In fact, this association itself was very strange. If the astrology really worked, King Wimbledon III must not be replaced by the church without any preparation. Instead, he should kill the High Priest first. Just now even the Astrologer of Dispersion Star himself had mentioned the Astrological Station had ¡®little output¡¯¡­ that meant he did not regard the divination as a product. Now he seemed helpless, totally different from the first time Roland had met him when he had looked like a church scoundrel. As for the ancestor who had expended considerable funds and manpower to establish such an association and engraved instruction on the gold sheet at all cost to deter post-generations from closing it (for it had no practical use), Roland did not believe that he was simply an astrophile keen on studying things outside of the planet while his kingdom was so underdeveloped. Obviously, the astrologers must hold a task that had nothing to do with divination, but was very likely related to the latter part of the sentence. He checked the other gold sheets again and again, only to find records of the basic star observation methods and the history of the Astrology Association. The last sheet even recorded the principle of enlarging crystal lenses and referred to a supreme commander. It seemed that the ancestor of the Wimbledon Family had also been Chief Astrologer of this association at the time. Roland recalled the Wimbledon Family history but could not think of anything related to the description on this sheet. He picked up the first sheet again, pointing to the latter part of the sentence. ¡°What does this mean?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± the chief shook his head as he spoke. Roland felt a pinch on his right shoulder before the Chief had barely finished his words. He could not help chuckling, saying, ¡°Listen, the man is more flexible than the rigid rule, and this order left by an ancestor was probably correct while he was alive, but the times have changed, and I don¡¯t want to be bound by this rule from hundreds of years ago. I¡¯m the king of the Kingdom of Graycastle, and I can do what I want. Do you understand?¡± ¡°What? No, you -¡± The chief stared at Roland. ¡°You yourself know it clearly. You¡¯re only wasting money. You remain ignorant about the mysteries of the fate of the world. Besides, when my father was murdered by the church, you couldn¡¯t even give him a warning. Why should I keep you here to stare at the sky? You can¡¯t exchange the stars for gold royals. So, please pack up and come with me to the Western Region.¡± Hearing Roland¡¯s words, Dispersion Star, who already had an unfavorable opinion of Prince Roland, who had been intractable and unscrupulous in the King¡¯s City, suddenly looked dour. After a long time, the chief said reluctantly, ¡°You¡¯ll probably regret knowing this secret.¡± ¡°How do I know if you don¡¯t tell me?¡± Roland smiled. It was really advantageous sometimes to intimidate others by pretending to be like the foppery Prince Roland. With these old men, this was the only way to get an answer for it was impossible to ask Iron Axe to grill them. ¡°We¡¯ve been undertaking a mission that lasts for hundreds of years. It began when the first lord Wimbledon arrived in this region.¡± The Chief calmed down and said, ¡°This secret can only be revealed to the successor of the royal family when he becomes King, and has reached the age of 30.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because your ancestor thought that the successors might be too confused and panic if they knew it ahead of time and lead to the decline of the Kingdom.¡± He hesitated for a moment and confessed, ¡°In fact, we¡¯re looking for the Star of Extinction.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Roland asked in surprise. ¡°A scarlet star, or the Bloody Moon. When it comes, the world will fall into a disaster beyond redemption.¡± The prince suddenly felt a shock and began to wonder. The coming of the Bloody Moon had been mentioned not only in the ancient book of the remains but also by Agatha of the Union. Why did a secular association also pay attention to this? Did the Astrology Association have inextricable links with the Union? ¡°Please be specific!¡± Roland demanded. ¡°What I know is all from the former Chief,¡± Dispersion Star said in a deep voice. ¡°It¡¯s said that there¡¯s a red star floating in the night sky. When it comes out like the crescent moon, the world will be destroyed. What we¡¯re going to do is to find it before it becomes a crescent moon. If its orbit can be found, we can predict the doomsday in advance. This is also the intention of the horoscope.¡± ¡°Become a crescent moon?¡± ¡°Actually, it¡¯s natural that you don¡¯t know the star image,¡± the chief explained. ¡°The stars are always following a fixed path, such as the sun and the moon, and they appear at a fixed time. When they disappear, it doesn¡¯t mean they¡¯re gone. They just temporarily move to a position where we can¡¯t see. We call this path Orbit. In fact, most stars have an orbit of their own.¡± Chapter 521 Chapter 521: The Star Watcher Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Though most of the astrologers¡¯ findings were just common sense in the modern world, Roland still could not help being surprised by the fact that the astrologers could be able to tell the orbital motions of the stars without any modern observation techniques. ¡°The Star of Extinction also moves along a certain path,¡± he said, ¡°and it appears every 400 to 500 years. That means, it must orbit within a much larger area than the sun and the moon that are near us in space and can run a circle around us in a day and a night.¡± He panted for breath and continued. ¡°Given that an object appears big when it¡¯s near and small when far, the Star of Extinction in the sky will change from dark to bright and then turn into a crescent when it¡¯s getting closer and closer to us.¡± ¡°Have you found it?¡± Dispersion Star shook his head. ¡°The secret mission has been passed down for hundreds of years but doesn¡¯t specify the exact time when the Star of Extinction will come. Maybe it¡¯s still in some distant position we can¡¯t observe.¡± ¡°For decades¡­ you¡¯ve buried yourselves in this job?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± The old man sounded very tired. ¡°I became an apprentice in the Astrological Association 40 years ago. Since then, I¡¯ve been watching the little changed starry sky every night. However, I had no idea of this secret mission until I became the Chief Astrologer. Besides observing the stars and recording the time and seasons, astrologers also work as fortune tellers in festivals and celebrations, but we only say what the king orders us to, instead of truly predicting the future. It¡¯s a secret between the king and us. Astrologers need to be venerated as sages, in order for our association to recruit more apprentices.¡± ¡°You regret it?¡± Dispersion Star shook his head. ¡°I would regret that ten years ago, but since I became the Chief Astrologer and received this secret mission from my predecessor, Meteorite Astrologer, I¡¯ve understood what I¡¯m doing is meaningful and it¡¯s really about astrology and foretelling the future. The significance of the job is beyond compare, but unfortunately, I don¡¯t have much time left.¡± Looking at his gray hairs, heavily wrinkled face and countless brown spots on his forehead, Roland had to agree with him and thought, ¡°That¡¯s true. I¡¯m afraid he can only survive for another two or three years.¡± ¡°Is there any strategy left by your predecessors we can take to fight against or escape from the devastating disaster? ¡°No, that¡¯s your problem, Your Majesty.¡± Dispersion Star gave Roland a weak smile. ¡°You¡¯re the one who leads the people to get through hard times. The Astrological Station is just your eye and will warn you about the coming disasters, thus increasing the chance of survival for the people. Given that, you can¡¯t close it.¡± The Chief Astrologer¡¯s attentiveness to his duty commanded Roland¡¯s respect. For most people, it was hard to persevere with such a boring job, but this elderly man had searched for the Star of Extinction in the sky night after night for decades without flinching. Roland now guessed the reason why ancestors of the Wimbledon Family made the rule that the confidential information about the star should never be revealed to the new king before he turned 30. If young successors of the royal family knew about it, they would probably indulge themselves and do everything in their power to enjoy the rest of their lives. After a long silence, Roland raised his last question. ¡°What about Astrological Associations of the other three kingdoms¡¯? They¡¯re searching for the Star of Extinction, too?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve no idea¡­ I¡¯ve never left the King¡¯s City and they¡¯ve never contacted us here in the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°I see, and that¡¯s all for today.¡± ¡°You¡­ decide not to close the Astrological Station?¡± ¡°No, let¡¯s keep it,¡± Roland answered, stood up and then walked towards the hall outside. Before he left the room, he turned around to look at the Chief Astrologer and said, ¡°I¡¯ll send you better equipment for observing stars and tell you about the real knowledge of star image.¡± ¡°What?¡± The chief astrologer looked confused. Without explaining anything to him, Roland continued. ¡°Besides, even when the Bloody Moon comes, it¡¯s not our end.¡± He paused a bit and spoke assertively, ¡°We¡¯ll survive it.¡± ¡­ The hydrogen balloon was blown up. Roland and the witches got in the basket and flew towards the palace. ¡°What were you talking about?¡± Lightning asked, clutching the basket from outside. ¡°I want to know, too, coo!¡± ¡°It¡¯s a story about a man who left his work half done,¡± Nightingale said and shrugged. ¡°In that condition, how could I insist on closing it now?¡± Roland rolled his eyes and described what had happened in the hall to them. ¡°I planned to send them to the Western Region, but let them finish what they¡¯re doing now at the Astrological Station. They¡¯ve remained loyal to their duties for decades.¡± ¡°You¡¯re indeed a merciful king,¡± Wendy said with a smile. ¡°Coo, a kind man!¡± Maggie flapped her wings and crowed, stretching her neck. ¡°Ahem.¡± Roland quickly changed the subject. ¡°The Star of Extinction they¡¯re searching for should be the Bloody Moon mentioned by Agatha. When it appears, the world is going to come to an end. This prophecy must have something to do with witches.¡± ¡°I think so, too,¡± Sylvie said after a thought, ¡°and there¡¯s an obvious proof. This used to be called the Barbarian Land. There were only villages and no cities at all. How could the people here suddenly start to pursue something so impractical? It must be the survivors from the Union. When they came here to rebuild their homes, they brought the information about the Bloody Moon here and then passed the task on to the earliest astrologers.¡± ¡°And one of them is His Majesty Roland¡¯s ancestor?¡± Lightning said, excited. ¡°What a wonderful adventure!¡± ¡°An adventure? Where¡¯s the danger, coo?¡± ¡°You fool, not every adventure is dangerous. Finding out a secret is rewarding enough for an explorer.¡± ¡°Coo? But you¡¯ve said that an explorer should pay more attention to the experience than the results.¡± Maggie blinked her eyes innocently. ¡°Uh¡­ A great explorer can choose either to focus on the experience or to search for the results. That¡¯s how we make each exploration enjoyable.¡± Lightning said in a low growl. ¡°You¡¯re a long way from being an explorer!¡± ¡°Coo¡­¡± The pigeon gloomily fell on Roland¡¯s head. ¡°Is that true?¡± The witches burst into laughter. After they went back to the palace, Roland immediately went through the records of the Wimbledon Family history he found and then could not help frowning. ¡°What happened?¡± asked Nightingale. ¡°There¡¯s no record about astrologers in the family history.¡± He pointed at the yellowing page. ¡°The first ancestor is Monde Wimbledon and the first king is Taraq Wimbledon. Nothing about the Astrological Station or the supreme commander¡­ Their recordings were erased.¡± ¡°Who did it?¡± She was surprised. ¡°The writers of the book must be the kings in the past, right?¡± ¡°Yes, recordings written by each king will be added to the family history. Nothing should be left out,¡± Roland said slowly, ¡°and when the people started to build the cities here, he or she already had the ability to have the orders carved on metal sheets, but why are there no recordings about that person at all?¡± Did someone try to conceal something? But why did that person leave a trail of clues in the Astrology Association? Every king or queen of the Wimbledon Family should know the real purpose of the Astrological Station¡­ What happened to the family 400 years ago? Chapter 522 Chapter 522: A Drastic Change in the Northern Region Translator: TransN Editor: TransN .. ¡°What?¡± Calvin Kant, the Lord of the City of Evernight and Duke of the Northern Region shouted. He rose suddenly and stared at the messenger with disapproval, toppling his water cup from the side table. The cup hit the floor with a smash, making a crisp, clear sound. ¡°Your Grace, I saw it with my own eyes!¡± said the messenger, further lowering his head. ¡°The rebel king breached the city wall of King¡¯s City in just one day. Even the king himself failed to escape. I¡¯m afraid he¡¯s probably dead now.¡± ¡°How¡­ could this happen?¡± Calvin murmured. ¡°It¡¯s King¡¯s City!¡± Its blue stone city wall is more than 54 yards high and guarded by thousands of soldiers equipped with catapults and snow powder. No one can break through that city¡¯s defenses unless he has an army of 20 to 30 thousands. Even if Prince Roland had such a huge army, it¡¯s still hard to believe that he captured the city in merely one day! ¡°They had invincible firearms,¡± the messenger said in a trembling voice possibly caused by tiredness from traveling the whole night or the shock he had experienced in the battlefield. ¡°They could fire without a break. Their weapons were just too powerful for the knights and even the crazed army of the king. No one could stop them. Anyone who got close to them died or was severely wounded¡­ Compared to their firearms, the king¡¯s flintlocks were cheap, useless iron sticks.¡± Calvin¡¯s mind was a blank. His whole world was turned upside down. He felt it was all over. He had received an order from Timothy, which had required that he should send an army to support King¡¯s City. As the new Duke of the Northern Region, he must follow the king¡¯s order and after some discussion, he had assembled an army of 2,500 by choosing soldiers from troops of the Horsehead Haws, the Snow Fox Lista and his own families. This army had been planning to set out after the snow melted and to arrive at the King¡¯s City two to three weeks after he had received the order. He had never thought that the army would miss the war in King¡¯s City as a siege warfare usually took months. The army was mostly comprised of mercenary and freemen. Not many knights or serfs were in it, since the plowing season was about to start. However, no matter what kind of army he had sent out, he had already done something that the rebel king would consider guilty of rebellion. He was afraid that his good days were going to be over very soon. ¡°Edith!¡± Calvin suddenly thought of his brilliant daughter. ¡°Maybe she can think of something to save us.¡± ¡°Go! Bring my eldest daughter to my room!¡± he shouted to a guard by his side. Edith soon walked into the study, wearing fitting clothes and carrying a training sword. Her hair was done up in a bun, and her nose was dotted with small beads of sweat. She had been practicing with her sword as usual and now seemed slightly displeased. ¡°I¡¯ve asked you not to disturb me when I¡¯m practicing.¡± ¡°I know I promised but we¡¯re in big trouble!¡± Calvin urgently repeated what the messenger had told him and asked her, ¡°What should we do?¡± He looked at his daughter, eager to hear a solution. Edith Kant, the brightest Pearl of the Northern Region, was not only a beauty but also a naturally talented politician and strategist. She had contributed greatly to the success of her father¡¯s rising from an Earl to the Duke of the Northern Region and even the sons of the Kant Family were overshadowed by her. She was startled hearing that Prince Roland had conquered King¡¯s City in just a day but quickly recovered and said calmly, ¡°Now you understand why I didn¡¯t agree to marry Timothy?¡± Calvin stared in surprise and asked, ¡°You knew that he would end up like this?¡± Timothy had stayed in the Northern Region after he defeated the rebellious Duke Ise and like many other men, had his eyes on the Pearl of the Northern Region. But she skillfully turned down the messenger he sent to her. Her father was confused and even blamed her for refusing the king since if she had married Timothy and become the queen as many girls had dreamed of, the Kant Family¡¯s status would have been further secured. ¡°You mean his city was occupied in one day? No, I didn¡¯t expect that.¡± Edith untied her hair band to let her long green hair down. ¡°I just felt he was not the right person.¡± ¡°Not the right person¡­ Who is the right person is for you? Though his reign turned out to be quite short, he was still the king of the Kingdom of Graycastle at that time!¡± Calvin complained in his heart but did not tell his daughter what he thought. He had made his mind to pass his Duke title to Edith who he believed would bring a brighter future to the family, compared with her two brothers, if she refused to marry anyone. ¡°Anyway,¡± Edith bent to pick up some broken pieces of the porcelain water cup. ¡°First, you have to order the army to retreat.¡± ¡°But they¡¯ve been out for four days, and I¡¯ve no idea which route they took. I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s too late.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not a problem,¡± she arranged the broken pieces of the cup to represent the three locations and said. ¡°You can send someone to Deepvalley Town today. If he sets out now from here, he¡¯ll arrive at the town by evening. Tomorrow, he can take a boat to King¡¯s City and reach it at least one day before the army. No matter which route the army took, they¡¯ll end up on the main road leading to the city¡¯s north gate, so if the one you send walks in the opposite direction to the army, he¡¯ll meet and stop them in the suburbs of King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°I see.¡± The Duke patted his head heavily and thought, ¡°I should have thought of this solution. The news was just too sudden and astonishing for me to react calmly and quickly.¡± He said, ¡°I¡¯ll write a letter now! No, I¡¯ll send out a guard with my keepsake to deliver the command! Guard!¡± A guard came to receive the order and then quickly left. Edith said slowly, ¡°Father, do you think we can withstand Prince Roland¡¯s attack?¡± A shiver went through Calvin. He knew that the outer wall of King¡¯s City, which had been twice as sturdy as that of his City of Evernight could not stand long in the suppression of Roland¡¯s powerful firearms. He replied, ¡°I don¡¯t think we can.¡± ¡°So, it¡¯s not enough just to withdraw the army.¡± She shrugged and added, ¡°Don¡¯t forget that it was Timothy who made you a Duke. It¡¯s natural for Prince Roland to consider us his enemies and it¡¯s just a matter of time for him to destroy us. Under such circumstances, we have to be more proactive.¡± You mean that I should swing to Prince Roland?¡± Calvin hesitated. ¡°But why should he trust me?¡± ¡°Show your sincerity,¡± Edith said softly. ¡°Most nobles hearing the news will be intimidated by Prince Roland¡¯s overwhelming victory over Timothy and won¡¯t be able to fight in unison against him. Given that, we would have to surrender to him as early as possible. I¡¯m sure I¡¯m not the only one who thinks this way, so we have to show sincerity great enough to impress him.¡± ¡°But¡­ how?¡± Before Calvin could work out what she meant, Edith drew out her wooden training sword and smashed two of the broken pieces of the water cup with a smile. ¡°I think the Haws Family and the Lista Family would make great presents. What do you think, father?¡± Chapter 523 Chapter 523: The Blood Pearl Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the evening, Calvin Kant summoned the nobles of the Northern Region to the castle. The fireplace in the banquet room burned brightly with swaying flames, causing the guests¡¯ shadows on the walls to dance up and down as if they formed a very unusual painting. Four long tables traversed the hall, each placed full of steaming hot meat dishes and wine. It appeared to be a highly sumptuous dinner, yet the atmosphere was not relaxed at all. This was even more so after the Duke announced that King¡¯s City had been seized. ¡°I¡¯ve dispatched men to rescue the platoon that was sent out four days ago. Thankfully, they¡¯ve returned alive,¡± he declared in a deep voice while sitting on the host¡¯s seat. ¡°But today, the question I want to ask you is¡­ what should we do about the Northern Region?¡± The nobles looked around the room blankly. Perhaps, the news that Timothy was defeated in a day was so astonishing that everyone in the hall was speechless and afraid to reply. Calvin could see the fear and regret in the eyes of the lower nobles. ¡°Edith was right. We can¡¯t depend on these people to defend against Roland Wimbledon. Dividing the land was never an option from the beginning¡ªthere¡¯s only one path ahead.¡± However, for the nobles who had only recently sought refuge with Timothy, it was rather embarrassing to openly turn around and switch allegiance. ¡°Why don¡¯t we send a spy to eavesdrop on Prince Roland?¡± Someone in the room suggested after a long period of silence. ¡°If he doesn¡¯t disturb the Northern Region, we may as well endorse him as the new king.¡± These words immediately garnered the approval of another noble. ¡°These are the Wimbledon Family¡¯s issues. It doesn¡¯t make a difference to us who becomes the king.¡± Upon hearing this, Earl of Lista laughed grimly. ¡°No difference?¡± Calvin frowned slightly and knew that the keynote was coming. Indeed, after the Earl spoke, everyone in the room became silent, and this made Calvin feel a little uncomfortable. In reality, the three families were equal in strength, while the Kant Family was slightly inferior to the others. It was only because he had heeded his daughter¡¯s advice and was first to play up to Timothy that he was able to obtain the position of Duke. Of course, he also understood that this was one of the new king¡¯s balancing tactics. Timothy was probably glad that the other two families belittled and were dissatisfied with him. ¡°Have you forgotten about Duke Ise? He was arrested for treason and executed.¡± Lista asked the room callously. ¡°He didn¡¯t actively provoke Timothy. If we admit defeat so early on, the noose may be tied around our necks at any time, and it would then be too late to struggle! In Prince Roland¡¯s view, we¡¯ve already participated in treason and none of us can deny our relations with Timothy!¡± ¡°What else can we do but admit defeat? If King¡¯s City couldn¡¯t even last a day, we would simply be throwing eggs at a rock¡­¡± One of Calvin¡¯s feudatories, who looked like he had lost his usual vigor, retorted softly, in accordance with the agreement. Under the incensed gaze of the Earl, he was unable to enunciate the latter half of his sentence. ¡°Even if we only have eggs, I¡¯ll try my best,¡± Ed Howes proclaimed. ¡°The rebel king murdered my elder brother! He has to pay for it!¡± ¡°It may not be us holding the eggs. The Northern Region¡¯s full of hills and mountains, and dangerous roads are all over. Roland¡¯s army may be able to travel quickly over plains and rivers, but it¡¯ll be a whole new game here.¡± Earl Howes followed up swiftly. ¡°At worst, the Horsehead Family will retreat to Coldwind Ridge, where I don¡¯t believe that his army will be able to reach.¡± ¡°That¡¯s as good as baring your entire back to the church,¡± Calvin silently thought. ¡°Those f*ckers don¡¯t harbor any good intention for the Northern Region either.¡± He had heard about what happened to the eldest son of the Howes Family. ¡°It appears that he died in a fight against the lord of the Western Region¡­ but death is inevitable in any war. If shouting could injure or kill enemies, there won¡¯t be a need for weapons and armor.¡± The hall started to become rowdy. As the Lista and Howes families stated their opinions, the voices which proposed to ¡°halt the troops and get ready to fight the advancing enemy¡± gradually suppressed the ones which proposed to ¡°actively pry on Prince Roland¡¯s position and express friendliness.¡± Although Calvin remained silent throughout this discussion, he was beginning to feel quite anxious. Surely Edith hasn¡¯t run into trouble? ¡°What does the Honorable Duke think?¡± His long silence had become suspicious, and Earl Lista was now staring straight at him. Calvin¡¯s heart froze when he knew it was his turn to say something. ¡°I brought all of you here tonight because I wanted to listen to everyone¡¯s opinion. This matter is important to the future of the Northern Region and we can¡¯t be too careful¡­¡± Earl Howes interrupted him impatiently. ¡°Enough! I¡¯ve got a feeling that you¡¯ve already planned to swear allegiance to Prince Roland. Why else would all those who expressed cowardly opinions happen to be your feudatories? If we¡¯re to hand over power meekly now, we¡¯ll just become lambs to the slaughter!¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Calvin felt an urge to toss his wine glass at the Earl but managed to refrain himself in time. ¡°Since that¡¯s the case, we have nothing else to discuss.¡± Lista stood up and headed towards the banquet hall¡¯s exit. ¡°By the way, if you want Prince Roland to spare your pathetic life, you may offer Edith, all tied up, to him. I¡¯ve heard that he highly appreciates beauty¡­ ugh¡­¡± The audience¡¯s laughter ceased as the Earl turned silent unexpectedly. A sword tip visibly protruded out of his back. The blood stains on the blade seemed to shimmer dimly under the light from the fireplace. ¡°Are you talking about me, Sir Snow Fox? I can¡¯t pretend that I didn¡¯t hear what you said.¡± The Earl¡¯s body collapsed onto the floor feebly. The tall and lean figure of an armored warrior appeared in front of everyone. She pulled her sword out nonchalantly, stepped over the Earl who was still squirming in utter pain, and walked into the hall. It was none other than Edith Kant herself. Calvin immediately felt a great sense of relief. Her armor plates were stained full of blood, an evidence that she had just been in a violent fight. Even so, she was as composed and elegant as ever¡ªshe had the face of a beautiful smiling assassin. A platoon of warriors followed behind her and surrounded the hall in the blink of an eye. By now, everyone that was present understood what had happened. ¡°The guards!¡± Earl Howes¡¯ eyes widened as he spoke. ¡°What have you done to the guards outside¡­¡± ¡°How can I deal with you lot if I hadn¡¯t disposed of them first?¡± Calvin exhaled a sigh of relief and smashed his glass on the floor. ¡°You seem to have forgotten that I¡¯m the one in charge here!¡± He had long awaited this moment. This kind of banquet was held every once in a few days, and as such, most of the nobles did not take many precautions. They were each accompanied by less than 100 servants, most of whom they instructed to keep watch outside the castle area. It was the perfect opportunity to capture all of them together. After the guards had been taken care of, the rest was easy. Of course, the person who planned and executed this trap was his daughter¡ªthe Pearl of the Northern Region, Edith. As the exit doors of the banquet hall were slowly shut, the flames in the fireplace seemed to wobble for the last time. The feudatories of the other two families pulled out their swords. By contrast, the lower nobles seemed shell-shocked. ¡°Are you out of your mind?¡± Ed Howes snapped angrily. But Calvin had no time for a war of words. ¡°If you put down your weapons and surrender, you¡¯ll be spared.¡± All resistors will be killed!¡± As the words left his tongue, two factions of people began to brawl. Chapter 524 Chapter 524: A Night of Bloodshed Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Chaos and confusion erupted in the hall. Wooden tables were flipped, while bowls and dishes fell all over the floor, creating a symphony of clanking and cracking noises. Spilled soup flowed along the crevices in the stone slabs until it was everywhere. It was the first time for the Duke¡¯s two sons to witness such a life-and-death fight from such a close distance. The older son, Cole, held out his sword and stood in a rigid posture to defend his father. It was completely unlike his carefree attitude during training sessions. Meanwhile, the younger son, 17-year-old Lance, cowered behind his chair. Calvin sighed in silence. If he did not have Edith, his sons would probably not look so useless by comparison. The gulf of ability between her and them could not be bigger. Perhaps, they were already resigned to this fact and had long lost the courage and motivation to catch up with her. The Duke looked towards the center of the banquet hall. His wunderkind eldest daughter already had her eyes fixed on Ed Howes, the strongest challenger around. First, she took a bottle of ale and flung it at her opponent, forcing him to turn away. Next, she leaped up onto one of the long wooden tables and dived straight at him with her sword. Her quick and agile movements were like those of a cat. Ed adeptly parried her blows, and the clashing of swords caused sparks to fly. She struck out half a dozen times within a split second, and her sword came together with Ed¡¯s to form a continuous clinking sound which seemed to signal the impending arrival of death. In this critical situation, Ed displayed frightening technique and strength to negate every one of her strikes. It was hard to pick a winner. While they fought around the long tables, many of the Howes Family¡¯s knights had already succumbed in battle. Yet, Ed did not flinch or cower but instead became increasingly aggressive. Calvin began to worry. As evident from the blood stains on her armor, Edith had earlier been involved in another tough fight. Even if she was not wounded, her physical strength had been expended considerably. Furthermore, as a female, she was naturally disadvantaged in terms of strength. It would be unfavorable to her if the tussle drags on. However, there was not a trace of fear on Edith¡¯s face. Her eyes were fully focused on her opponent¡ªher bright pupils were like twinkling stars that could illuminate the world. Beads of sweat flung out of her hair ends with every strike she made. Although her energy was visibly diminishing, she continued to thrust relentlessly at her opponent, forcibly keeping him in a defensive stance. Ed seemed to take notice of this. With a loud roar, he changed to a technique which would deal great injury to both of them. However, Edith was not keen on exchanging blood with blood, and became the one deflecting attacks. The disparity in strength between them finally told. Edith lost her balance as her sword was sliced into two, causing her to fall off the long table. The Duke¡¯s heart jumped into his throat. ¡°F*ck, help her now!¡± However, even the nearest guard was not able to assist¡ªeverything happened too quickly. Instead of attempting to stand up immediately, Edith astutely used the remainder of her sword to slice off the legs of the long table. At this moment, Ed jumped onto the table with both of his arms raised, intending to finish her off with a powerful blow. He completely did not notice what she had just done. Calvin stared in disbelief at what followed. The table, missing a leg, caused the knight to lose his balance. If the table toppled normally, he would have been able to leap off easily. But just at that instant, all of his strength was concentrated in his arms, while his feet were fixed on top of the table, and his body was hunched forward in the chopping posture. As such, he fell headfirst onto the floor with a loud thud. There was no chance of a comeback. Edith jumped onto her opponent¡¯s back and pulled out a dagger from her waist. She plunged it straight into his neck and twisted it. The knight¡¯s body began to spasm. ¡°Was it¡­ a matter of luck? Probably not¡­¡± the Duke realized that Ed had fallen into his daughter¡¯s trap the moment he jumped onto the table. When Ed took over his opponent¡¯s high position, it made him feel as though he had turned defeat into victory. The advantage that he built up over the course of the fight caused him to think that strength and power alone would decide the outcome, and his confidence grew at the sight of his opponent¡¯s weakening resistance. This was why he placed all of his strength into his final blow. Under normal circumstances, Edith would not have been able to survive it. But this turned out to be the perfect opportunity to trick him into losing his balance completely. The resistance of the two families did not last very long in the face of opponents who outnumbered them by three to one. After less than 10 minutes, the hall quietened down again. The fireplace continued to burn calmly, while the only noticeable difference in the hall was the strong smell of blood that mixed together with the smell of spilled alcohol and other drinks. The Duke returned to his seat and looked around the room. The lower nobles hurriedly lowered their heads and did not dare to look straight at him. ¡°Earl Lista and Earl Howes conspired against King Wimbledon and have been duly punished. Right now, you all have a choice. Do you all want to serve these two corpses or the new king?¡± This time, the responses were uniform and there were no extra remarks. ¡­ ¡°So, it¡¯s settled?¡± In the study, Calvin used a handkerchief to wipe off the blood stains on his daughter¡¯s forehead. ¡°Will His Majesty Roland Wimbledon accept us?¡± ¡°You were calling him a rebel king only yesterday,¡± Edith quipped teasingly. ¡°Are you going to pledge homage to him so soon?¡± ¡°Wasn¡¯t this what you said?¡± The Duke glared at his daughter. ¡°Since we can¡¯t beat him, we may as well surrender earlier. If we don¡¯t win his trust, the nobles will hate us too!¡± In fact, the execution of the two great noblemen without going through due process violated the bottom line agreed among the noble. If it was not for the fact that the Kingdom of Graycastle had been at war for two years and the lords of various lands had changed rapidly, as well as Timothy being a bad example, Calvin would never have dared to do things as his daughter had suggested. ¡°I don¡¯t know if we can.¡± ¡°Wh-what?¡± The Duke quivered and nearly dropped his handkerchief. ¡°You don¡¯t know?¡± ¡°Indeed. All we can do is to display our sincerity, but ultimately it¡¯ll be Prince Roland who decides the fate of Northern Region. You should know this, Dad,¡± Edith said almost nonchalantly. ¡°There¡¯s a chance he¡¯ll send his own people to take over Northern Region, and it won¡¯t be surprising if your rank is lowered. But I know that if we don¡¯t try, our Kant family won¡¯t have a chance to survive.¡± Calvin stood rooted for a long time before he sat back down, looking extremely displeased. He knew that his daughter was right, but yet he found it hard to accept her reply. He did not want to lose the position of Duke. Just then, Edith laughed. ¡°Don¡¯t lose heart, Dad. You still have much work to do tomorrow. We¡¯ll seize the mansions and fiefs of the two Earls. Besides, the outcome of this matter will heavily depend on the level of competence we display to His Majesty.¡± She paused for a while, before continuing. ¡°Sincerity is our ticket into the negotiation, but ability is what will decide the outcome of the negotiation.¡± Calvin frowned in incomprehension. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll bring these two heads to King¡¯s City, Dad.¡± She laughed in a charming yet wicked way. ¡°Let me be your messenger to His Majesty.¡± Chapter 525 Chapter 525: Return to King¡¯s City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°King¡¯s City! After a year and a half, I¡¯m finally back!¡± Barov¡¯s heart stirred as he watched the cyan stone wall gradually become closer and clearer. In fact, he had been excited ever since he received the prince¡¯s orders. Prince Roland had defeated Timothy smoothly and easily, as expected. This once again showed that no one was able to resist the army of Western Region¡¯s Lord. Of course, it was now rather inappropriate to call Roland the ¡°Lord of the Western Region¡±. He was now the only surviving son of King Wimbledon III, and thus was the bloodline inheritor and rightful heir of the royal family. The obstacles to his ascent had been completely swept away. It was a matter of time that Roland would be crowned king. As for Barov, he would soon become the Prime Minister, second in power only to the king. This joyful thought made him become steeped in reverie. ¡°When those ¡®old friends¡¯ of mine, who¡¯re so concerned about me, see that I¡¯ve attained a position that they can¡¯t even dream about, how will they feel? Shocked? Jealous? Envious? Or gnashing their teeth while putting on a fake smile and trying to please me?¡± These imaginations gave him immense pleasure. It would be even better if his former mentor, Treasurer Lauren Moore, could witness the scene of his promotion. ¡­ The concrete boat slowly docked at the pier in the outskirts of the city. Barov sauntered down the trestle bridge together with Kyle Sichi and other companions. Under the escort of the First Army, they walked through the familiar streets and entered the inner city palace. The Palace of Twin Towers was still as majestic as it was in his memory. In the past, he could only look at it from far away in a small room in the City Hall. This time, he could walk into the palace boldly. He was led straight up to the study, where he once again met Roland Wimbledon. In a state of excitement, he got down on one knee and greeted, ¡°Your Majesty, Kingdom of Graycastle is now yours!¡± ¡°Actually, not yet. Eastern Region and Northern Region remain under Timothy¡¯s control.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°Get up you, there¡¯s much for us to discuss.¡± To Barov, Roland looked and acted exactly like he did before. He spoke in his usual calm tone and was warm and friendly. He did not seem to be affected by his upcoming coronation at all. Barov¡¯s attitude thus became even more respectful. He stood up slowly, dusted himself and replied, ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Our prior task at the moment is to maintain the administration of King¡¯s City. I¡¯d made this clear in the letter.¡± Roland poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of Barov. ¡°Do you have a preliminary plan?¡± Barov hurriedly received the cup of tea. ¡°It won¡¯t be difficult to maintain the existing order. Your Majesty, how about you let me handle the lower nobles? They¡¯ll know what¡¯s good and bad for them.¡± Also, I¡¯ve brought over 10 of my most outstanding students from Border Area. Some are proficient in business and some in tax administration. Even when I¡¯m not around, my students will make sure that those noblemen don¡¯t steal or do anything funny.¡± He paused before adding. ¡°But, Your Majesty, I hope you¡¯ll assign the left-behind soldiers of the First Army to assist in their supervision. Without military force as insurance, supervision alone may not have the right effect.¡± Roland appeared a little surprised. ¡°You don¡¯t wish to remain in King¡¯s City?¡± ¡°Of course not, Your Majesty,¡± Barov replied without the slightest hesitation. ¡°The government affairs of City of Neverwinter are much more complex and important. As such, I can¡¯t be away for too long. And it¡¯d be too exhausting for you to go and handle these issues yourself.¡± Please, Your Majesty, let me continue to manage the City Hall of City of Neverwinter for you. It has suited me well to serve under you.¡± Barov had thought very clearly about this. His Majesty had confirmed that City of Neverwinter would become the new capital of Kingdom of Graycastle, and therefore, it was only a matter of time that it overtook this city. At present, the former¡¯s population and development potential had already surpassed King¡¯s City, and after the launch of the new batch of recruitment programs, its scale would be unarguably greater than any other city within the Four Kingdoms. Of course, he would get to listen to the mourns and wails of his ¡°old friends¡± if he remained in King¡¯s City, but over time, he would inevitably get bored and sick of them. Furthermore, such mourns and wails could not provide him with more authority and influence, and on the contrary, would gradually pull him away from the power center. He knew that it was only by appearing regularly in front of His Majesty Roland that he would be able to leave a strong impression. Roland gleefully observed Barov for a long while until the latter lowered his head out of his guilty conscience. Then, Roland consented. ¡°Alright. But my condition is that the change of city hall officials mustn¡¯t cause King¡¯s City to fall into disorder. You should know that every single person in this city is important to me.¡± ¡­ Subsequently, His Majesty enquired about the details of the situation regarding the mining and farming projects in Longsong Area. He paid particular attention to the latter. Barov had known about Roland¡¯s preference beforehand and thus had obtained information about the farming projects from Petrov. He replied smoothly to every question, such that Roland continually nodded in agreement. The afternoon passed quickly. After asking his last question, Roland patted Barov on his shoulder to show his appreciation. ¡°You¡¯ve done well. I won¡¯t have to worry when I¡¯m out leading the army into battle. Go and have dinner. We¡¯ll discuss the development plans of Longsong Area tomorrow.¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Barov hesitated for a moment. He noticed that out of so many questions, Roland had not mentioned his coronation. ¡°Your Majesty, may I know when you intend to be officially crowned and proclaimed King? ¡°Plans haven¡¯t been made,¡± Roland replied calmly. ¡°What?¡± The City Hall Director could not believe his own ears. ¡°These things should be arranged as early as possible! With it, your prestige will increase tremendously, and the people¡¯s hearts will unite as one. There aren¡¯t any downsides. Why don¡¯t you¡­¡± ¡°It needs too much time.¡± Roland cut him short, stood up, walked over to the window, and looked down at the magnificent city under the dusk light. ¡°I¡¯ve asked the ceremonial officer. He says that a full coronation will require many months of preparation. Aside from making the gold crown and the gem scepter, invitation letters have to be sent to the church and the other three kingdoms. The ceremony can only begin after all of their emissaries have arrived. Even if we omit the Holy City of Hermes, Kingdom of Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart, it¡¯ll still require more than a month to contact Kingdom of Dawn. This will severely slow down our plans for the second half of the spring offensive.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, you can simplify this process¡­¡± ¡°That would lower the prestige of the coronation, such that it might even have an adverse effect.¡± Roland shrugged his shoulders in rejection of Barov¡¯s idea. ¡°Even Timothy pays heed to this process. I can¡¯t appear to be more anxious and cheaper than him. However, my ambassador to Kingdom of Dawn will set off shortly. He¡¯ll notify them about this. When we get a formal reply from them, it won¡¯t be too late to consider this matter.¡± ******************* After Barov took his leave, Roland could finally exhale a sigh of relief. There was another reason that he had not mentioned. It was the deep and pervading notion of ¡°Focus on amassing grains, while slowly becoming king¡±, in other words, ¡°Become rich silently¡±. At present, he only occupied Western Region, which was not even a third of the land area that Timothy occupied when he was king. It was best to be modest before the church officially attacked Kingdom of Dawn, and it would be troublesome if Hermes made him the prior target. Though he was no longer afraid of falling out with the church, he did not want to draw aggro on behalf of others. Shortly, Roland summoned Kyle Sichi to his study. He was hoping that his Chief Alchemist had already thought of a way to intimidate the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City. Chapter 526 Chapter 526: The Alchemist Workshop Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The Refining Hall located in the east of the city was Retnin¡¯s favorite place to stay. It was a place always full of vitality, often filled with students and apprentices constantly moving materials back and forth. He could see steam rising from various vessels and perceive the smells of sulfur and acid water. Occasionally, he could hear crashes of broken glass, usually accompanied by loud scoldings from alchemists. Even though he was promoted to one of the three chief alchemists two years ago and had his own alchemical room, he preferred the busy and crowded Refining Hall for inspiration. Just like the Refining Hall where people of different kinds gathered and mingled, alchemy was a process of mixing various matters. Nevertheless, only a few, such as crystal glass and snow powder, could distinguish themselves from the ordinary and shine through the muddy mixture. The charm of alchemy lay in the refining process, in which those grayish white sand and black charcoals could turn into such a splendor that nobody had ever foreseen. The same held true for people. The Alchemist Workshop accepted a large number of new apprentices every year, but only a very few of them would eventually stand out from the rest and become first-rate alchemists. Retnin was one of the very few. It had taken him 34 years to go from apprentice to chief. Although he was now nearly 50, with one foot in the grave, he felt content with his life, for having learned the aesthetics passed down from the sages. The only thing that disquieted him was the recent round of incidents in the King¡¯s City. The biggest overturn was the change of the king. After Prince Roland hanged Timothy, he had indubitably become the successor of the King. The news should have had nothing to do with the Alchemist Workshop. They needed to be responsible for alchemical production whoever the king was. However, he was not sure if they could stay out of this trouble once Prince Roland found out they had provided Timothy with snow powder as a war material. King¡¯s City had gradually restored its peace. Yet the fact that the prince had visited the Astrological Station instead of the Alchemist Workshop gave Retnin an ominous feeling. ¡°Are you still worried about the Astrology Association?¡± asked a voice at his side. ¡°Its not like you to sit here in a daze, brows furrowed.¡± Judging from the unguarded tone, Retnin knew it must be another chief alchemist. He turned around and found Rayleigh, whose hair was as frosty as his, sitting next to him. ¡°What on earth do you think His Highness is planning?¡± ¡°He¡¯s thinking those fellows who only care about stars are wasting money. What else can he be thinking about?¡± Rayleigh said carelessly. ¡°It¡¯s a pity he didn¡¯t stick to his opinion. Those guys shouldn¡¯t be crowned as sages anyway. They should have been laid off a long time ago.¡± As the two major academies in the Kingdom, the Alchemist Workshop hired spies to collect information about the Astrology Association. The Alchemist Workshop somewhat knew the purpose of Roland¡¯s visit to the Astrological Station, but did not know what exactly the chief astrologer had said to Prince Roland in secret that made him change his mind about shutting down the Astrological Station. ¡°Are you worried that the Alchemist Workshop will be shut down as well?¡± He patted Retnin on his shoulder heartily. ¡°Don¡¯t forget the profit we bring to King¡¯s City! Once the limit in the production of crystal glass and perfume is lifted, the gold royals we¡¯ll earn can probably fill the prince¡¯s entire bedroom. How can he resist such a lucrative business opportunity and shut the Workshop down?¡± ¡°But we produced snow powder for Timothy.¡± ¡°So what? Could we disobey the King¡¯s order?¡± Rayleigh grunted. ¡°Any reasonable person should know it isn¡¯t us to blame. Besides, he also manufactured loads of weapons fueled by snow powder himself. I bet he must have gotten the formula from Boer, the traitor. In this light, we actually made a contribution to his victory. Perhaps he¡¯ll even reward us if we hand in the advanced formula.¡± ¡°Hopefully.¡± Retnin nodded, feeling a little relieved. Like Rayleigh had said, the Alchemist Workshop was the largest gold production organization. The prince might have been stuck in the middle of something and therefore failed to visit them right after the war. Just as Retnin was about to instruct a group of alchemists, a student dashed into the hall. Out of breath he shouted. ¡°M-Mr. Chief Alchemist, His Majesty is here!¡± ¡°What? Where?¡± Hearing Retnin¡¯s exclamation, everybody in the hall was silent, looking at the student. ¡°Above the yard in the air.¡± The student swallowed hard. ¡°His Majesty descended from the sky!¡± Retnin and Rayleigh exchanged an astonished look. ¡°Bring Chief Alchemist Archer here. Everybody else, follow me to greet His Majesty.¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± ¡­ A giant balloon that covered almost half of the sky was floating in the air outside the Alchemist Workshop. Soldiers armed with snow powder weapons surrounded the yard. After they had searched the Association thoroughly, making sure it was safe, the balloon started to land slowly. ¡°That must be the transportation device the prince used to visit the Astrological Station with the witches,¡± Rayleigh whispered in Retnin¡¯s ear. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect it could truly make a person fly.¡± ¡°Anyway, he¡¯s here.¡± Retnin felt alleviated. He grabbed Rayleigh¡¯s shoulder and said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter how we address him in private, but you ought to show some respects in an official meeting. He is King of the Kingdom of Graycastle, even without an inauguration ceremony. Be serious.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I know how to behave properly.¡± Reyleigh assured him with a smile. After the basket landed safely, a beaming gray-haired man came up to them under the protection of the guards. He was bareheaded, not splendidly dressed, and held no scepter in his hand. He was not as marvelous as he was rumored to be, yet the prince¡¯s every single gesture was majestic and dignified. Next to him stood an elderly man in a cope, who seemed surprisingly familiar to Retnin. ¡°Your Majesty, welcome to the Alchemist Workshop.¡± The three chief alchemists bowed, followed by all the other alchemists. Roland smiled. ¡°My father used to talk about you often when I was still in King¡¯s City. He said both crystal glass and perfume are quite popular alchemical products, they have even been sold to the Fjord Islands. These products have brought great profits to the palace. So, I built an alchemical workshop myself after my father sent me to Border Town.¡± ¡°Pft¡ª¡± Rayleigh almost burst out laughing upon hearing these words, whereas Retnin restrained himself and managed to conceal his amusement. ¡°That must not have been an easy business, Your Majesty. Every alchemical workshop requires a large amount of gold royals to operate.¡± ¡°Really? But I didn¡¯t invest a lot of gold royals. You know how deficient the resources are in Border Town. At first, I could only do the experiments in a few wooden sheds. But now I¡¯m able to produce various products, including glass and perfume.¡± Roland continued casually, ¡°So I¡¯m wondering where those gold royals actually go.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, what¡­ what do you mean by that?¡± Retnin¡¯s heart sank. ¡°This is my Chief Alchemist, Mr. Kyle Sichi,¡± Roland replied, pointing to the elderly man next to him. ¡°He¡¯ll examine and evaluate your products. If there have been no innovations in recent years, I might as well shut down the Alchemist Workshop. After all, King¡¯s City was just ravaged by a war, and I believe tons of gold royals are needed for reconstruction.¡± The alchemists were outraged by the prince¡¯s comment. ¡°Your Majesty, I can¡¯t accept this!¡± Rayleigh was so angry that he couldn¡¯t bear it and stood to challenge him. Chapter 527 Chapter 527: The Ultimate Goal of Alchemy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Huh?¡± Roland turned to him. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Well, Your Majesty¡­ You¡¯re likely to be deceived by someone since you may not know alchemy well.¡± Retnin interjected immediately. He knew Rayleigh took great pride in his work and sometimes even failed to pay due respects to Timothy. Certainly, he disdained the notorious Prince Roland. If Rayleigh accidentally enraged Roland, the rest of them would all have to suffer the King¡¯s wrath. ¡°Alchemy is a process full of changes. Every formula represents a potential product. However, not all products are as dazzling as snow powder. They may not instantly bring you gold royals, but they can help with the production of another extraordinary product.¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± Rayleigh rejoined indignantly. ¡°Take snow powder as an example. One of its ingredients, ice nitrite, is converted from feces. The conversion itself is a sort of reaction. However, ice nitrite can also be mixed with other products and turn into snow powder. All these reactions and conversions are the result of long-term exploration and research. Even an experienced alchemy master can¡¯t readily jump to the conclusion that one specific product is useless. Your Majesty, you can¡¯t evaluate our work simply with gold royals.¡± Rayleigh stared at Roland¡¯s chief alchemist with deepened brows. ¡°If someone promises you that every single product can instantly bring you profits, he must be lying!¡± ¡°What¡¯s your opinion on that?¡± Roland the man beside him. The chief alchemist looked quite unperturbed. He stroked his whiskers and remained silent until nobody else was talking. ¡°Your Majesty, they say this because they haven¡¯t probed into the nature of alchemy. I can prove to you that their formulas are all outdated. I already know whether their products are useful or not.¡± The alchemists all gasped at these words. Retnin was speechless for quite a while. Did this man know what he was talking about? He¡¯d just said he understood every single alchemy formula! What a terrible joke he was making! The Alchemist Workshop in King¡¯s City had discovered more than ten new formulas in the past two years, and it would take several days just to read them through. How could he say there was nothing new?¡± Retnin was stunned but at the same time he was secretly delighted. It proved Kyle was completely insane. And if there was a single formula he didn¡¯t know about, he would be accused of lying to the King! Just then, Archer, the quietest chief alchemist, came forward. He asked sternly, ¡°How do you want to prove it?¡± ¡°Very simple.¡± Kyle strode toward the three chief alchemists. Confidently, he suggested, ¡°Give me the ingredients and I¡¯ll tell you the formula. How does that sound?¡± Rayleigh was so furious he was ready to burst. ¡°Very good. There are all kinds of ingredients in the Workshop. Feel free to use them. If you name one formula wrong, His Majesty will know you¡¯ve been lying!¡± ¡°What if I¡¯m correct?¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible!¡± Archer shook his head. ¡°A few alchemy formulas can be repetitive, but there¡¯s absolutely no way formulas can exhaust. You take alchemy too lightly!¡± Hearing this, Kyle suddenly had a strange look on his face, as if he were studying them with sympathy or other mixed feelings. ¡°I¡¯m not taking it lightly. The truth is that your perception of alchemy is mistaken.¡± Retnin could feel his temples throbbing. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°May I ask what you think alchemy really is?¡± Kyle remained undisturbed. ¡°Do you think it is chaotic, volatile and too complicated to study? No. You¡¯re wrong about alchemy all the way from the beginning¡ªor rather you know nothing about the nature of matter.¡± ¡°Nonsense!¡± Rayleigh hollered. ¡°Are you implying that the theories passing down from sages are simple and straightforward? If so, why are there so many derivations and why is every single rock different from another?¡± To Retnin¡¯s horror, a winning smile fluttered over Kyle¡¯s face. ¡°Ah, yes. It¡¯s simple and straightforward, it is.¡± ¡°What are you¡­¡± ¡°As to the reason why the world is diverse and manifold, it¡¯s beyond the scope of alchemy,¡± Kyle explained placidly. ¡°In other words, it¡¯s a higher realm that I just got a chance to set foot in.¡± ¡°Enough.¡± Retnin stopped Rayleigh who was about to explode. ¡°Ask the students to prepare the materials. I¡¯m sure all this monstrous absurdity will be refuted by facts later.¡± If he let Rayleigh keep going, the latter might raise his voice and lash out at Kyle, and perhaps even start to criticize Roland who employed him. The man was indeed crazy to think that alchemy is simple and straightforward, Retnin thought bitterly. He would definitely teach Kyle a lesson afterwards. ¡­ A long table was arranged in the Refining Hall, with three vials and three pieces of paper on the top. Each piece of paper contained the names of the ingredients. After a heated discussion, the three chief alchemists each selected a formula for Kyle Sichi to prove his theory. In order to show fairness, as well as to stop Kyle¡¯s blabbers, the three wrote all the ingredients¡¯ names down. However, it would not be their business as to whether Kyle recognized them. When everything was ready, Retnin turned to Roland¡¯s chief alchemist and said, ¡°You can start now.¡± Kyle paced to the table and glanced at the first piece of paper confidently. ¡°Burn the mixture of saltpeter and green alum?¡± He was surprised by what was written on the sheet. ¡°It seems you¡¯ve also learned the double-stone acid-making method. The products of the reaction are multiple solids and acids, and the latter can dissolve metals.¡± He wrote a long list of symbols on the paper as he answered. Archer, who wrote the question, suddenly was very embarrassed. ¡°Correct.¡± He pronounced the word with gritted teeth. The spectating alchemists started to exchange whispers. They had probably never expected Kyle could give the right answer to the first question within a second. ¡°Silence!¡± Retnin bellowed. ¡°There are two questions left!¡± ¡°It was pure luck.¡± Rayleigh stamped about with indignity. ¡°I don¡¯t think he can answer the second question that easily. What is he writing on that piece of paper by the way?¡± Retnin shook his head. His heart sank rapidly. To both Retnin and Rayleigh¡¯s surprise, Kyle gave the answer to the second question a great deal of thought and even saw through the trickiness of Rayleigh¡¯s question. ¡°Green vitriol acid and copper? The reaction won¡¯t start if the acid is in deficiency. With sufficient acid, the liquid will turn blue when heated, and it will bubble as well.¡± When it came to Retnin¡¯s question, Kyle did not linger either. ¡°Just take out the Stone of the Netherworld?¡± He picked up the vial, shook it, and studied the white solid soaked in the water. ¡°This is quite rare. It will burn on its own in the air and produce white smoke and white solids. Am I right?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Retnin was totally shocked. He had obtained this queer chemical substance from the alchemists in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Few people had seen it before, and even fewer people could name its properties! ¡°Please feel free to raise questions.¡± Kyle turned around and glanced at the spectating alchemists. ¡°I can prove to you that I¡¯m not lying.¡± The words stirred up the audience. ¡°What will happen when burning the mixture of ocher and charcoals?¡± ¡°Ocher is essentially a kind of special iron ore. If the temperature is high enough, we¡¯ll be able to get iron from it.¡± ¡°Why are the colors of glass obtained via smelting different? Didn¡¯t you say alchemy is invariable?¡± ¡°Because of the different impurities in it. We need the purest gravel to produce crystal glass.¡± ¡°Sir Kyle, I have a question!¡± ¡°Me too!¡± To Retnin¡¯s astonishment, the atmosphere in the hall was changing swiftly. The alchemists were gradually convinced by Kyle¡¯s extensive knowledge and naturally started to show some respect to him. It suddenly struck Retnin that the alchemists were slowly accepting Kyle. ¡°Shut up, all of you!¡± Rayleigh cried abruptly. ¡°These are all old formulas the Alchemist Workshop has known for ages. If you really understand all formulas, then write a new one that nobody has ever discovered. For example, the ultimate goal of alchemy!¡± ¡°That¡¯ll be impossible,¡± thought Retnin, who swallowed hard. He believed all the alchemists here thought such a goal was as unrealistic as a mysterious legend. However, he was astounded to notice a smile lingering on Kyle¡¯s lips. Kyle Sichi smiled to all the members of the Alchemist Workshop, who rested their eyes upon him. ¡°Are you saying turning stones into gold? Of course, I can. Let me show you.¡± Chapter 528 Chapter 528: Turning Stone into Gold Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Could it be that¡­ you¡¯ve extracted the Philosopher¡¯s Stone successfully?¡± Archer asked in a trembling voice. The hall suddenly fell into pin-drop silence; it was perhaps an answer that everyone wanted to hear. The Philosopher¡¯s Stone the culmination of alchemy and the rumors claimed that it had the ability to transform anything, which was the very reason why alchemy was called the art of philosophy. When used as a medium, it could transform a generic metal or lead into gold, creating unlimited wealth; it was also the origin of the term ¡°turning stone into gold¡±. ¡°A stone that can transform everything¡­ it was simply an invention of the ancient alchemist who wanted to be lazy,¡± Kyle waved a hand and said, ¡°And, what I¡¯m about to show you is the mystery of the world.¡± He pulled out a strange-looking pipe, which was made of crystal glass, from his bag and generously displayed it in front of the alchemists. Everyone, including Retnin, was stretching their neck to take a peek at it. The pipe was as thick as two fingers and was sealed at both ends. It contained some matte-looking, brownish-red powder that looked just like some dried soil at first glance. It was hard to imagine how that powder had gotten inside. Kyle asked for a glass of clean water before he picked up a green alum stone from the table and used it to smash one end of the pipe, shattering it into pieces. This caused a stir among the crowd. Even Retnin was feeling greatly distressed; the immaculate transparent color showed that the tube was obviously made from first-class crystal glass, which must have taken the craftsman a lot of effort to make into such a symmetrical shape. Yet, Kyle simply smashed it to pieces. However, he realized that Prince Roland was not lying when he claimed that the domain had developed crystal glass since the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City would definitely not produce this type of strange vessel. The water was quickly provided and Kyle poured the powder into the glass of water, and then the color of the water gradually turned into a yellow-green hue and the powder disappeared. ¡°Do you have any lead bars here?¡± he turned around and asked. ¡°Give me two of the best quality.¡± ¡°Hang on!¡± Rayleigh said, ¡°Since it¡¯s an alchemic reaction, it shouldn¡¯t matter who does it. I¡¯ve seen some street performers who¡¯re very good at covering-up; switching bronze royals into gold royals in front of a crowd¡­ I¡¯m not doubting you but it¡¯s better to be cautious on such an occasion.¡± He looked at two of the other chiefs and said,¡±What do you think?¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Archer slowly answered. Retnin hesitated. It was obvious that Rayleigh was doubtful and comparing Kyle to the street performers was indeed quite disrespectful. However, he had to support the Alchemist Workshop in this situation. ¡°I¡­ agree as well.¡± He was expecting the Chief Alchemist of Border Town to be furious. However, Kyle Sichi simply smiled and said, ¡°Of course, there¡¯s no difference if the last step is carried out by either the alchemist or the apprentice. Just as I mentioned, the essence of alchemy is simple, orderly and straightforward. Who would like to do it?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll do it.¡± Retnin was so excited that he did not dare look at Kyle, but he was not able to resist his curiosity towards learning the art of turning-stone-into-gold. ¡°Can the glass of yellow-green liquid really transform the lead into gold?¡± The apprentice quickly presented the materials¡ªsome green-and-white colored refined lead rods which were usually kept in a cotton-lined wooden box. They would be considered the best of the inventories. Retnin picked one up and carefully put it into the glass. To his surprise, he saw a golden tint appear on the surface of the lead bar! He could feel his hands trembling uncontrollably. ¡°Look! It looks like something is growing out of it!¡± ¡°It¡¯s golden¡­ Oh God, it¡¯s gold in color!¡± ¡°Is that gold?¡± ¡°It could be copper as well!¡± The sounds of discussion behind Retnin grew louder. He turned around and realized that all of the alchemists and students were staring intently at the changes happening in the glass on the long table, with eyes wide open. They sounded surprised and unconvinced. All the while, Archer was looking lost and confused. He was feeling the same at that moment¡­ ¡°Perhaps Kyle was right¡ªalchemy is truly constant itself, completely simple and concise; and any self-assumed chaos is simply caused by making a wrong choice.¡± In that case, what¡¯s all of the decades of study for? When the lead rod was lifted from the glass of water, there was already some filament blooming on the surface, resembling coral. ¡°These are all¡­ copper!¡± Rayleigh was biting his lips and yelling with his last-ditch effort, ¡°It¡¯s impossible for you to know the way to transform stone into gold!¡± It makes no sense! Otherwise, you¡¯d have bought the entire Kingdom of Graycastle with gold royals, instead of simply becoming a Lord¡¯s Chief Alchemist of a small town!¡± ¡°I¡¯m choosing this path, not for the gold royals but to understand the world.¡± Kyle¡¯s voice seemed to come from far away. ¡°If you don¡¯t believe, you can always examine it¡­ I think as the Chief of King¡¯s City, you would know the differences between copper and gold pretty well, so do you?¡± However, there was no reversal to be incurred for a post-verification, a piece of the gold wire was sliced off and baked on a plate in the fire. It quickly melted indicating that it was gold. It was obviously not copper because copper would darken into an ugly solid mass under high temperature, while the flowing metal solution on the plate looked as bright and golden as the sun in the sky. True gold fears no fire. It was indeed real gold. The hall already seethed with excitement! ¡°The alchemic formula for turning rock into gold does exist!¡± ¡°Lord Kyle, what were the symbols you wrote down on the paper just now?¡± Was that part of a higher-level formula?¡± ¡°Where exactly did you acquire all the knowledge from?¡± ¡°Lord Chief, do you still accept any student? I¡¯m willing to start as an apprentice!¡± Kyle Sichi extended his arms, intending to suppress the cheering noise. ¡°Listen, everything you have seen today comes from a more ancient subject. It not only includes all the possible alchemy formulas but also discloses the mystery formed within the world! From it, you can even predict those alchemy formulas that have never been seen before, and turning stone into gold isn¡¯t an exception! I could teach you all this, as long as you follow me to the Western Region!¡± ¡°To the Western Region?¡± Retnin became stiff, looking at Roland Wimbledon, His Majesty, who was sitting off to the side with a smile¡­ ¡°Is that the true purpose of why they¡¯re here?¡± However, it was too late for him to realize how effective it would be. The enthusiasm on the scene had totally gone out of his control. Imagine that who wouldn¡¯t want to work for the association if he could master the art of turning stone into gold? Perhaps, none of the alchemists in the hall would stay, and the hundred-year-old Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City had unexpectedly crumbled within a day. Retnin noticed that Kyle was slowly walking towards him. ¡°Do you still remember the apprentice who wanted to configure the molten gold solution 27 years ago?¡± He leaned forward and whispered, ¡°After failing the test twice, you took away his money and banned him from ever passing through the door of the association¡­ In fact, the failure was mainly caused by a lack of acid concentration, which should have been provided by you.¡± ¡°You were the apprentice who was audited by me¡­¡± Retnin said in shock¡ªthe pieces of memory in his mind were overlapping with the silhouette in front of him. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Kyle nodded. ¡°I¡¯m just claiming what I deserve.¡± ¡ª I recommend a book titled ¡°The Noble Evil King¡±, whose author is Kaihuang; the title may be slightly witless but the content is very good, please take a look if you are interested in~! Chapter 529 Chapter 529: The Returned Witch Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Two days later, Kyle Sichi bade farewell to Roland. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to spend a couple more days in King¡¯s City?¡± Roland jokingly asked, ¡°This is the center of Graycastle, the best place to have fun within the Kingdom. If you miss it now, it may not be here next time.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not you; I don¡¯t want to have an unfinished romance here.¡± Kyle rolled his eyes and said, ¡°There¡¯s still a lot of work to do in the laboratory and the plant. It¡¯s best for me to return to the City of Neverwinter if you want the production line of gunpowder to run smoothly.¡± His reply made Roland depressed. After the situation settled down, the atmosphere in the city was a little strange: First, many women claimed to be his lovers, followed then by their illegitimate children. Of course, he knew these were all rumors. Nevertheless, he could not stop the rumors from confounding the truth. Especially, when his history was so notorious. No matter how bizarre the stories were, they would still sound convincing to some¡­ He could only get Theo to come forward and compel the Rats to eradicate the rumors. ¡°Alright.¡± He was speechless for a while before he nodded and said, ¡°I¡¯ll arrange a paddle steamer to send you back to the Western Region. Thank you for your hard work over the past few days.¡± ¡°As long as you know it,¡± Kyle said while shaking his beard. He left after paying respect by covering his chest with one hand. ¡°This guy¡¯s really ungrateful.¡± Roland twitched his lips but didn¡¯t take it personally. He even started happily singing. ¡°You seem very happy surrounded by so many women,¡± said a cold voice behind him. ¡°Ahem¡­¡± He was almost choked by his own saliva. ¡°What¡¯re you talking about?! They were just trying to get some money out of me by saying that. I¡¯m sure you know that.¡± ¡°How, how would I know?¡± Nightingale said in a panic. ¡°Oh? You really don¡¯t know?¡± Roland retorted. ¡°I thought you¡¯ve investigated everyone here.¡± ¡°¡­ Okay,¡± Nightingale revealed herself. She turned around and sat on the table. Staring down at him, she said, ¡°I have indeed gone on an investigation. It was, however, because I was worried about your safety and afraid you¡¯ll let dangerous people into the palace. Do you understand?¡± ¡°I understand,¡± he said, trying not to laugh. But, the next words Nightingale said froze the smile on his face. ¡°Most of their statements were false. What about Miss Kingfisher and Mrs. Rother? They were not lying!¡± ¡°Damn Yorko, I didn¡¯t expect her to actually keep it in mind after the last cover-up.¡± Roland silently cursed the ¡°old friend¡± a million times. While staring seriously into her eyes, he said, ¡°I didn¡¯t lie to you¡­ The Prince Roland whom they were talking about wasn¡¯t me. You should be able to tell that I¡¯m not lying.¡± Nightingale was feeling slightly uncomfortable being stared at and averted her eyes. ¡°So, it¡¯s a misunderstanding? They thought it was you, but you weren¡¯t there? ¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± said Roland righteously. ¡°In fact, I haven¡¯t seen them before!¡± She looked slightly calmer and said, ¡°So, you¡¯re just going to let the ladies who claim to have slept with you continue to make a scene? Theo said you didn¡¯t order them to shut up.¡± ¡°Of course, it¡¯s exactly what they want¡ªto be paid to shut up. It¡¯s too much to be violent, and it¡¯ll just increase the suspicion of the people.¡± Roland was still unable to kill for this reason. ¡°It¡¯ll be easier distracting people with bigger news than forcing those women to stop.¡± ¡°Bigger¡­ news?¡± Nightingale curiously asked. ¡°Yes, something they¡¯ll be discussing for weeks.¡± He said smiling. ¡°For example, King¡¯s City is to be renamed the City of Dawn; the City of Neverwinter in the Western Region is to be the new capital of Graycastle, etc. The rumors will subside after I leave.¡± Of course, there was more news, such as that the king is not having a coronation, as well as the competitive plan for skilled craftsmen recruitment¡­ Cumulatively, this news should be able to fill up the public¡¯s leisure time. Currently, the Rats were slowly spreading fragments of the news to the crowd. This followed the posting of the announcement of the City Hall in order to achieve the best publicity effect. It was expected these would be the topics of discussions in pubs for a long time. ¡°So, you weren¡¯t happily smiling because of them just now?¡± ¡°Not at all!¡± Roland patted the list of names on the table and said, ¡°I was happy because of this.¡± The chemical presentation led by Kyle was a huge success. The effect was better than he thought¡ªthere were more than 320 people from the association who were willing to move forward to the Western Region, including alchemists, students, and the apprentices. The final number was confirmed at around 500, including the family members. ¡°That¡¯s the sum of employees in the five chemical laboratories and two plants in the Border Area. Now the number is doubled in a blink of an eye and most of them are the proficients who could be assigned to work after some slight training. It¡¯s the biggest accomplishment after we conquered King¡¯s City.¡± He paused and said, ¡°It¡¯s not, however, what I¡¯m happiest about.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the thing you¡¯re happiest about?¡± Nightingale asked curiously. ¡°Take a look at this.¡± He spread the list, pointing out the names at the bottom. ¡°Retnin¡­ Rayleigh¡­ Archer, aren¡¯t they the Alchemist Workshop Chiefs?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, Kyle didn¡¯t refuse them,¡± Roland softly said. ¡°He said he had already taken back what belonged to him.¡± Roland thought Kyle would have a serious initial retaliation after learning about the argument between the Chief Alchemist and the Alchemist Workshop of King¡¯s City; without even meaning to continue the hatred, Kyle had received the consensus he deserved and accepted the three of them on behalf of the City of Neverwinter. It warmed Roland¡¯s heart to see there was still a group of people taking the right path in a tough time; the kingdom would definitely be continuously improving by having them in the realm. Right then, a rhythmic knocking sound came from outside the window. Nightingale flashed out of the window and came back to the table in the blink of an eye with the messenger in her arms. ¡°A secret letter is here.¡± ¡°You scared it.¡± Roland shook his head. He didn¡¯t know whether he should laugh or cry while looking at the stunned gray falcon on the table. He quickly glanced through the content of the letter lifted and said, ¡°Ah¡­ it was sent by Scroll. I think we¡¯ll have to leave as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Is there anything wrong in City of Neverwinter?¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°No¡­¡± he twitched his lips and said, ¡°Lotus and Honey are coming back soon.¡± ¡°The two little brats¡­¡± Somehow Nightingale sounded unhappy. ¡°Do we really need to leave in such a rush? After all, there are only two of them. Lightning and Maggie can always go pick them up. They¡¯re much faster than the hydrogen balloon. They¡¯ll reach King¡¯s City within a day.¡± ¡°We could definitely do that if it were just the two of them,¡± Roland excitedly said. ¡°However, the letter says Tilly¡¯s sending along new witches.¡± Chapter 530 Chapter 530: Lotus¡¯ Concerns Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The surface of the vast sea regained its former clear blue hue. The Charming Beauty sailed forward, riding the wind and waves. The hull moved up and down in the glittering waves, making rhythmic creaks. ¡°Set the sail full! Boys, move!¡± One-eyed Jack shouted, ¡°We can make it to the Shallow Beach today.¡± The sailors on the mast were singing a work song together and pulling the three-finger thick hessian rope, releasing the sail bit by bit. With the ever-changing weather on the sea, they had to repeat such release and roll-up movements several times a day. Lotus watched the sailors, as flexible as monkeys, climbing back and forth over her head. ¡°So troublesome,¡± the old captain walked towards the witches and said. ¡°It would be so much easier if I had a boat such as those in Crescent Moon Bay, they can navigate without sails. What¡¯s the thing called again?¡± ¡°Paddle steamer,¡± Lotus said, raising her eyebrows. ¡°It was made by His Highness, Prince Roland himself.¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t you ask His Highness to build one for you?¡± Honey asked, teasing the seabird on her shoulder, ¡± His Highness may not do others such a favor, but he may do it for you.¡± ¡°You little brat, you make it sound like I¡¯m very close to him.¡± ¡°Well, you¡¯re close to Lady Tilly,¡± Honey stuck her tongue out and said, ¡°and His Highness Roland is very kind to Lady Tilly.¡± Jack smoked his pipe heavily, feeling a pain in his chest. ¡°¡­ Never mind. I heard from those merchants that one paddle steamer costs more than 1,000 gold royals. That¡¯s the amount I¡¯d never have even if I were to sell all of you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not for sure,¡± Breeze said jokingly. ¡°In Sleeping Spell, the reward for Lotus is counted by hundreds of gold royals. Besides, last time a merchant named Durat Kimshoe intended to employ her for a long term with 1,000 gold royals. That¡¯s only Lotus, so the four of us would be worth much more.¡± ¡°Breeze!¡± Lotus punched Breeze angrily. ¡°You knew what he was up to. I don¡¯t want to hear that man¡¯s name ever again!¡± ¡°Just kidding.¡± Breeze held Lotus into her arms and said gently, ¡°How could I ever sell you. When Lady Tilly heard about Kimshoe¡¯s proposal, she practically negotiated with the entire chamber of commerce of Crescent Moon Bay. After that no one would dare do such a thing anymore.¡± ¡°You two seem to get along well.¡± Jack spouted some smoke rings. ¡°But the other two over there do not seem to have much to talk to you.¡± On hearing that, the three of them fell into silence for a moment. A while later, Breeze broke the silence. ¡°They were witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± The old captain felt confused. ¡°Aren¡¯t you all the same?¡± ¡°They support Heidi Morgan more than Lady Tilly.¡± ¡°Morgan¡­¡± The captain stroked his chin and thought for a while. ¡°Is she a noble in the Kingdom of Wolfheart?¡± ¡°Only from a branch.¡± Breeze waved one hand. ¡°Nothing serious. It¡¯s just we haven¡¯t been together for long, so we can¡¯t open our hearts to each other yet.¡± The old man seemed to have realized something, so he did not pose more questions. Lotus did not know much about the nobles in the kingdom. She only knew witches from Sleeping Island were not as close as the witches in Border Town were. Among the witches in Border Town, most of them were from the Kingdom of Graycastle, and a small group of them were from the Kingdom of Dawn and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Since Tilly was the organizer of the migration operation and had the noblest status, all of them, including the foreign witches, just regarded her as the leader. But after the church in Fjord Islands was eradicated, the situation had changed. Lotus, who had returned to Sleeping Island after the Months of Demons, could clearly sense it. After only a few months¡¯ time, the witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart had moved in together, and they seldom talked to other witches when they ate in the dining hall. According to Molly, they were all members of the Bloodfang Association, an organization similar to the Witch Cooperation Association of the Kingdom of Graycastle, with Heidi Morgan as its leader. In the beginning, there were just over 20 witches from the Bloodfang Association on Sleeping Island. They were a minority on the island, which was nothing special. The extraordinary thing was that 18 of them were combat witches. In other words, the Bloodfang Association had carefully selected its members before the enrollment, and only those witches who were powerful could join in, which was totally different from the way the Witch Cooperation Association and Sleeping Island enrolled witches. Because of this, the Bloodfang Association was very competitive. When Tilly had carried out her eradication plan, the small group of witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart alone took care of the Twin Dragon Island cathedral which had the most believers. And because of this, Heidi Morgan thought the Bloodfang Association was the core of Sleeping Island. Although Morgan did not express her opinion in words, Lotus could feel it. Lotus did not like the argument that combat witches had higher status than non-combat witches, and she agreed with Lady Tilly¡¯s idea of ¡°witch equality¡±. Unfortunately, not everyone shared her opinion. While Lady Tilly was away, Heidi had fought several times with Camilla Dary, Chief Butler of Sleeping Island. Luckily, Camilla, who was also a noble in King¡¯s City, did not appear dwarf in front of Heidi and calmly quieted the conflicts. At this thought, Lotus sighed helplessly. She was not worried about Lady Tilly¡¯s safety. After all, Ashes, the most powerful witch from Sleeping Island, was a faithful supporter to Lady Tilly. Ashes was the only Extraordinary who could fight wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. In her presence, all the other witches from the Bloodfang Association would not stand a chance to win. What worried her was this trip. Honestly, she did not want to stay with the witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. And also, the witches being chosen for this trip were a weird combination¡ªexcept for herself and Honey, two of the other three witches were combat witches. Normally, Lady Tilly should have known that His Highness Roland preferred assistance witches because those bizarre weapons he owned were enough to enable the commoners to defeat the Judgement Army of the church. To what end did she send the witches from the Bloodfang Association? She racked her brain but failed to find an answer, so she decided to put these distracting thoughts aside. Maybe Lady Tilly had her own concerns beyond her comprehension. ¡­ As the sun moved to the west, the golden Shallow Beach shone in everybody¡¯s eyes. At the same time, a hot air balloon appeared, floating in midair along with a strange, giant bird. ¡°Oh God! What¡¯s that?¡± The sailors on deck exclaimed when they saw the strange bird fold its wings and dive towards the Charming Beauty. As the bird drew closer, its sharp claws and bloody mouth became visible to the sailors. ¡°Is there an enemy?¡± Hearing the shouts, the Bloodfang Association witches rushed out of the cabin and were startled by the giant beast. ¡°What¡¯s that monster?¡± ¡°Whatever it is, just catch it!¡± The other witch soon calmed down. ¡°A target¡¯s size makes no difference to us.¡± ¡°Wait a minute¡­ That¡¯s not the enemy.¡± Lotus hurried to stop them. ¡°It flew alongside the hot air balloon.¡± A witch from the Bloodfang Association quickly glanced at her. ¡°A hot air balloon?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a vessel that His Highness Roland uses to transport witches.¡± Breeze stepped in front of them to stop their argument. ¡°Relax. You can trust Lotus¡¯ judgement.¡± The horrible giant beast was getting closer and closer, making resounding roars. But Lotus could feel the roars were not for intimidation. ¡°Oh-oh-coo!¡± The giant figure of the beast disappeared just as it was about to hit the sail of the boat, and a white pigeon landed steadily on Lotus¡¯ head. ¡°You¡¯re here finally,¡± Maggie rubbed her forehead and said. ¡°Welcome back, coo!¡± Chapter 531 Chapter 531: The Romance Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Is this really okay?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Sending Iffy, Softfeathers, and Lotus to Border Town,¡± Ashes hugged Tilly from behind while Tilly sat at the desk, and said, ¡°It must have been Heidi Morgan¡¯s idea, am I right?¡± Ever since she had heard about the existence of the Sealine, Princess Tilly spent almost all her time in the study room. Stacked on her desk were piles of books, some of which were from Roland, and the others retrieved from the ruins. Seeing Tilly¡¯s figure behind all these books, Ashes felt sorry for her. ¡°Um.¡± Putting down the quill, Tilly slowly leaned back. ¡°Morgan didn¡¯t want me to have connections with the commoners all by myself, and I had no reason to refuse her.¡± ¡°But the commoner is your elder brother. What makes her think she can choose for you?¡± ¡°Because she¡¯s also one of the royal members.¡± Tilly shook her head, smiling. ¡°The higher the status is, the looser the blood ties are. It¡¯s true in every kingdom.¡± Heidi knew full well about it, and that was why she had made the decision. ¡°She intends to fight for His Highness Roland¡¯s support with you?¡± Ashes frowned¡­ ¡°Not just yet. This time I think she only wants to probe the situation.¡± ¡°Then why did you agree with her?!¡± Ashes loosened her arms and said with a low voice, ¡°It seems like I need to talk to her.¡± It was Princess Tilly¡¯s affinity and leniency that won her the trust of the witches who used to be abused and suppressed by the church, and now they could bond together. But it didn¡¯t mean someone could regard her lenience as weakness, and test her on the basis of her trust¡­ Ashes was about to turn when Tilly grabbed her arm. ¡°Why not? As I said, I had no reason to refuse her. Sleeping Island is our home. All the witches here are freewomen. I won¡¯t stop them from doing anything as long as they don¡¯t harm anyone. And¡­¡± She let out a sigh. ¡°Sending them to the Western Region isn¡¯t a bad idea.¡± ¡°Not a bad idea?¡± Ashes asked with bewilderment. ¡°Have you ever thought about why the witches at the Bloodfang Association were initially the same as other witches, but gradually became different?¡± Ashes pondered for a while. ¡°Because their lives became stable?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± Tilly nodded. ¡°In the past, the church posed a heavy burden on their hearts. Everybody had to stick together in order to survive. But now the churches in the Fjord Islands have been eradicated and Sleeping Island has offered a relatively relaxing environment, so people think differently. This is quite normal. The Witch Cooperation Association is different. We¡¯re a compound group made of several witch organizations, so blindly suppressing them won¡¯t work. In order to let them cooperate like in the old times, we need a powerful enemy.¡± Ashes frowned and asked, ¡°Do you mean¡­ demons?¡± ¡°The enemies deep in the Fertile Plains, the fiasco of the Union, the upcoming third Battle of Divine Will¡­ they can learn all these by themselves, which will be more effective than me telling them.¡± Tilly smiled and said, ¡°Besides, in Border Town, there¡¯re much more to be seen.¡± Princess Tilly stood up, and walked through the door towards the castle in the backyard and opened the door. ¡°They¡¯ll see that non-combat witches can play irreplaceable roles, commoners can be as capable as witches, and they¡¯ll witness the amazing effects when everybody works together. Just like this door. When it¡¯s pushed open, a broader world can be seen.¡± Ashes quietly stared at this woman bathed in sunlight, and could not utter a word. Tilly¡¯s gray hair flew with the sea breeze, reflecting the shining light. She was astonishingly beautiful even viewed from behind. Time stood still. What was left in this narrow study was only her and Ashes. After a long while, Tilly turned and smiled slyly. ¡°I have some special reasons to have chosen Iffy and Softfeathers. This must be perceptible to Roland.¡± ******************* Anna nudged Roland sleeping beside her. ¡°Time to get up.¡± ¡°A moment.¡± Roland turned over, cuddled her, and smelled her hair. After returning to the City of Neverwinter from King¡¯s City, he had spent the whole night with Anna. The temporary separation had made their reunion particularly passionate. As a result, neither of them got out of bed the next morning. For the first time, Anna skipped her magic power practice, not because she did not want to, but because Roland would not let her leave. Of course, she did not want to reject Roland¡¯s wooing either. From noon to the dusk, their bedroom was filled with romantic atmosphere. When taking breaks, they just sat in bed and talked about the things that had happened in the two cities recently, and their lunch was brought to the bedroom by a maid. Of course, when the maid came, Anna sank her head into the quilt. Lowering his head, Roland could see a pair of sapphire-like eyes sparkling at his chest area. When he gently caressed Anna¡¯s back, she involuntarily moaned as lightly as a cat purring. After a year¡¯s growth, Anna was not the weak, thin girl he had met in prison a year prior. Now when curling up her body, she could perfectly embed into Roland¡¯s arms. When he kissed her earlobe from the back, he could see her cheeks gradually flush and her eyelashes tremble. It made her look very cute. After a long while, she pushed Roland away once again. ¡°Wendy and the other girls will be coming back soon. This time there¡¯ll be new witches. You need to go wash up.¡± Anna turned around and faced him with a serious look. ¡°Mmm.¡± Roland briefly replied. He knew that he could not postpone anymore, so he kissed her lightly on the lips and rolled out of bed. First, he helped Anna get dressed, and then put on a coat for himself. The basin of water on the table had already cooled down, but this was not a problem for Anna. A line of Blackfire shot into the water, and steam began to rise in the blink of an eye. After washing up, Roland sent Anna back to the bedroom and returned to his office on the third floor. At least he could make it look like he was working diligently, before the other witches came back. Fifteen minutes later, Lightning and Maggie flew into his office through the French window. ¡°Your Majesty, they¡¯re here.¡± ¡­ ¡°Who could have thought that you¡¯d become the king of Graycastle in only a month.¡± Breeze entered the castle hall first, followed by another four witches, among whom were Lotus and Honey. Roland was familiar with them, but he did not know the other two. ¡°If Wendy hadn¡¯t told me, I really wouldn¡¯t have believed it. If Tilly finds out, she¡¯ll be very surprised.¡± Roland walked up to welcome them. ¡°I haven¡¯t held an enthronement yet, so it¡¯s okay if you just address me with my old title.¡± ¡°But you¡¯re indeed a deserved king,¡± Breeze said, bowing. Lotus and Honey imitated Breeze¡¯s move and bowed exaggeratedly, but yet the other two witches only greeted him by putting one hand on the chest. Two showed the joy of reunion, while the other two showed skepticism. Roland felt surprised. However, under these circumstances, he would not show his emotion. Making a gesture of inviting them, he said with a smile, ¡°However, you had an arduous trip. Now enjoy tonight¡¯s feast. Make yourself comfortable. This is your home too.¡± Chapter 532 Chapter 532: A Tempting Idea Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ After the banquet, Lotus and Wendy were called into Roland¡¯s office. ¡°Did everything on Sleeping Island go well?¡± he said to Lotus with a smile, ¡°I hope I didn¡¯t bring you any trouble during Tilly¡¯s absence.¡± ¡°Of course not.¡± Lotus nodded and then whispered, ¡°Oh¡­ well, you gave me a scarf as a present last time, and I haven¡¯t thanked you yet.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be so formal.¡± Roland waved his hand slightly. He knew that they would become less familiar with him after a period of time away, but this did not mean their personal relationship would be broken. Actually, this unfamiliarity was just temporary¡­ He believed they would soon be able to be comfortable in this union again as long as he treated them as usual. ¡°It seems that a lot has changed here, but it basically remained the same as when you left¡ªplease just make the City of Neverwinter your home.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Wendy touched her head. ¡°You¡¯re still our sisters.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Lotus lowered her head in a show of embarrassment, however, she seemed to be more relaxed. ¡°After you arrived at the castle, I saw something weird¡­ Aren¡¯t Iffy and Softfeathers witches from Sleeping Island?¡± Roland changed the topic because he had noticed that, whenever they discussed and talked about the old days, the two witches seemed alienated from others. Although they would speak now and then, they appeared to be less communicative than Sylvie, Evelyn, Candle and other witches who talked with each other joyfully. He did not know if it was just an illusion, but he felt that Evelyn and Candle feared these two witches a little. ¡°Yes, they did come from Sleeping Island, however, they¡¯re a little different¡­¡± Lotus briefly introduced their background. ¡°I don¡¯t know why Lady Tilly sent witches from the Bloodfang Association here, either.¡± ¡°Iffy is a combat witch?¡± Roland asked a little shocked. ¡°Yeah. She can summon a cage made from magic power and thereby capture more powerful enemies than herself. Even Ashes, if she¡¯s not wearing the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, would find it hard to get out of, once trapped. ¡°What about Softfeathers?¡± Wendy asked with curiosity. ¡°Although she is not a combat witch, she is also powerful,¡± muttered Lotus. ¡°Any object she is touching becomes sticky as long as she touches it, and they can¡¯t be separated once they¡¯re stuck together unless the magic power fails¡ªbut according to what she said, the stickiness can last for a long time as long as she uses enough magic power.¡± ¡°This kind of ability could be widely used, right?¡± Roland was very surprised and exclaimed. ¡°That¡¯s unbelievable! The Wolfheart Kingdom¡¯s witch, Heidi Morgan, agreed to send these powerful witches to us?¡± ¡°Well, the members of the Bloodfang Association are very powerful. They not only have many combat witches but the rest of the non-combat witches have superior abilities as well. They did a lot for the quick construction of Sleeping Island.¡± Lotus sighed and appeared to be very reluctant to admit this. ¡°However, they always feel they¡¯re superior to others, and often bully the witches with less abilities. The number of witches in the Fjords would have dropped by more than half if it wasn¡¯t for Lady Tilly¡¯s great efforts to stop them.¡± ¡°So, this may be the reason why Evelyn and Candle looked afraid in front of them,¡± he thought. ¡°OK, I got it. Just have a good rest today.¡± Roland comforted Lotus and then looked at Wendy, saying, ¡°Well, please arrange for their accommodation and keep the witches of the Bloodfang Association away from them. I¡¯ll test their abilities in detail tomorrow.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Wendy said while stroking her chest. After the two witches left, Nightingale appeared beside him with a fillet in her mouth and asked, ¡°Do we need to ask someone to keep an eye on them?¡± ¡°There won¡¯t be much of a problem since they still belong to Sleeping Island.¡± Roland shrugged and said. ¡°The witches to the Fjords have never had to experience life and death together like the witches of the Witch Cooperation Association. They¡¯re blended with many other witch groups. In reality, it isn¡¯t strange for them to have such opinions.¡± As the saying went, it was very odd for a party to form without any smaller factions. Things like this will also happen in the Witch Union sooner or later when it expands. However, the competition among factions also has its merits. Internal competition will make the Union become stronger as long as the competition is benign. I¡¯m just puzzled about why Tilly sent combat witches here. If she just wants me to train them on behalf of her, she can also send assistant witches here, not to mention the fact that Breeze still stands by her.¡± ¡°She probably clarified it in her letter.¡± Nightingale guessed. ¡°Oh, you remind me of the letter.¡± Roland patted his forehead and took the envelope from the drawer. He spread it out on the table. In addition to the five witches, Tilly also brought a stack of ancient books and a letter in her own handwriting. Due to the banquet, he had yet to check them. In her letter, Tilly introduced the background of the ancient books and the odd parts of these books in detail. Then, she put forward her ideas about Sealine and hoped that Roland could help Thunder build a ship that could go against the current. Actually, Thunder had told Roland himself about the latter part. What Roland was shocked most was about the first half. He thought to himself, ¡°The books are from different ages and places and they were collected and put into these remains. Some of the contents of these books had even disappeared for hundreds of years, which meant someone had come across the remains on the seafloor. Who were these people?¡± On the back of the letter was a brief introduction to the ability of the two new witches, and what Roland cared about most was the last paragraph at the end of the passage. ¡°What we know about this world is still vague and obscure, and our knowledge is not even as thorough as the Unions four hundred years ago. If we want to defeat our enemies, we should know about our enemies first¡ªIn this regard, their abilities could probably help us.¡± After reading the letter, he couldn¡¯t help but fall into his thoughts. ¡°Know about your enemies¡­ offer help¡­ what¡¯s Tilly trying to say?¡± He thought. Roland read the introduction to their abilities again, and suddenly he came up with a shocking idea. Does Tilly want¡­ ¡°Oh, no, that would be insane,¡± thought Roland. He shook his head quickly. However, once the idea had crossed his mind, it would not leave. ¡°Though risks do exist, the reward would be very handsome. In fact, those boxes of magic stones left by Agatha are really tempting. If they are made into sigils, then they would be as significant as a steam engine¡­¡± Actually, he had thought about it before, but it was very difficult to put into practice. So, he had to give it up. Now, with the help of Iffy and Breeze, he seemed to suddenly get closer to his goal. ¡°What does the letter say?¡± Noticing his strange look, Nightingale bent down and touched his forehead. ¡°Hey, are you all right?¡± ¡°Not very good. I almost have a heart attack.¡± Roland laughed helplessly. ¡°Unfortunately, Tilly just left me to make the decision without any explanation.¡± ¡°What kind of decision?¡± She asked curiously. ¡°To capture the demons,¡± Roland said slowly, one word at a time. Chapter 533 Chapter 533: An Unexpected Incident Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The next morning, Roland took the witches and other related personnel out of the city. They went to a place located in the North of the city wall near the Misty Forest to conduct a magic power test for Breeze, Iffy and Softfeathers. Nightingale, Wendy, Carter and Iron Axe tagged along. The First Army sealed off the grasslands nearby and Leaf guarded the forest. Softfeathers was the first to take the test. She looked as tall as Honey, was at most 1.4 meters in height and had long, brownish-red hair with bangs just nicely covering her eyebrows. Around the age of 16, she had already been awakened for four years, which was quite early among witches. It meant she had experienced the Demonic Torture four times. As a result, she had much more magic power than most of the young witches. The amount of her power was about half of the amount Anna possessed before her adulthood. Softfeathers turned out to be very skillful in controlling her magic. She could turn an entire object into something very sticky or precisely make one side or a spot sticky. Softfeathers did this without consuming much of her power. Nightingale could hardly notice any changes in her power during the test. ¡°How long can this object stay sticky?¡± Roland asked. ¡°If I use all my power to make one stone adhere to another, it¡¯ll last for decades,¡± she answered and then further explained, ¡°but I¡¯ve never tried that. It¡¯s my own guess based on the consumption of my magic power.¡± ¡°Then what¡¯s the biggest thing that you¡¯ve applied your power to?¡± Roland asked Softfeathers answered, ¡°A seawall.¡± A little satisfaction could be seen on her expressionless face when she was talking about her accomplishment. ¡°During a high tide, there was an arm-thick crack in a section of the wall on Sleeping Island. As Lotus was not there, I immediately turned the crack sticky and filled it up with linen and pebbles to seal the break. Otherwise, the wall couldn¡¯t have sustained the shock of the waves.¡± She finished. Listening to her, Roland somehow felt that she was asking for praise. ¡°Great job,¡± he said while nodding. Softfeathers quickly turned calm after she was recognized. From her words and actions, it was hard to tell that she was an underage child. Unlike other children, she was used to concealing her feelings. ¡°It may be caused by her past. What kind of life had the witches in the Bloodfang Association lived before they went to Sleeping Island?¡± Roland thought and sighed. Breeze was the next to take the test. She gave a graceful curtsy and said, ¡°I¡¯ve regretted for a while that I couldn¡¯t stay longer in the Western Region. I¡¯m so happy to get this chance now to come here again. If you need my help, just let me know.¡± ¡°To make up for it, you must fully enjoy your stay here in the City of Neverwinter. If you need anything, you can ask Wendy for help,¡± Roland explained with a smile. Breeze was about 25 years old, a little older than Nightingale. She brought comfort and happiness to the people around her, like a spring breeze. No one would guess she was actually a combat witch. Her power was called ¡°field control¡±. She could control the bodies of anyone within five meters. Her ability was of no use when facing long-distance attacks, such as crossbow bolts and spear throwers. However, she remained almost invincible in any close combat. As an ability of summoning type, it would also be affected by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. She could summon the ¡°field control¡± over 10 times a day and each time she would only use half of her magic power. While performing it, she would not be hindered from freely moving around either. The ¡°field control¡± was invisible to naked eyes, which made it extremely hard for the enemies to defend themselves from her surprise attacks. Once she got within five meters of her enemies, she would have the full control of the situation. Obviously, it was an excellent ability to observe demons in the short distance. The last witch to take the test was Iffy. She seemed to be around 20 years old, lean and fit, and wearing a tight black leather outfit with knee-high boots. Her waist-length, chestnut brown hair looked shiny in the sunlight. Iffy did not know that Tilly chose her to come to the Western Region because she possessed an indispensable skill to capture demons with her ¡°magic cage¡±. In a blink of an eye, she could conjure up cages formed by her magic to capture the enemies close to her and squeeze the cages to crush them. Anything in her cage was weightless as well. This meant, even if she captured an elephant, she could also easily carry it back to the City of Neverwinter. As the ¡°magic cage¡± ability was crucial to the success of his plan, Roland carefully asked all the details about her ability, ¡°What¡¯s the biggest thing we can capture?¡± ¡°Different sizes have different demands for my magical power,¡± she answered. ¡°But even a whale in the sea can¡¯t escape from my grasp.¡± ¡°How many can you capture a time?¡± Roland continued. ¡°Two,¡± she said and then spread her hands. ¡°I only have two hands, Your Majesty.¡± Roland continued his enquiry, ¡°Can anything escape?¡± ¡°No, even Ashes can¡¯t get out of it unless I release her,¡± Iffy explained. ¡°Uh¡­¡± When Roland paused to think about other curiosities he wanted the answer, Iffy took an initiative to make a suggestion. ¡°Why don¡¯t you find someone to test my ability? I think Maggie is a good choice. I¡¯ve heard that she¡¯s evolved and can transform into a strong monster. If you witness that even something like her can¡¯t get out of my trap, you won¡¯t worry about my ability anymore.¡± Roland could not help but agree with her since the monster Maggie transformed into was just like the mount of demons, which the witches would probably encounter in their quest to capture them. After thinking for a while, Roland nodded at Nightingale and said, ¡°Tell Leaf to call Maggie here.¡± Maggie and Lightning would fly over the Misty Forest when they were not on patrol. Guided by Leaf, they could both have fun and eat delicious food, such as picking tasty Bird Beak Mushrooms and taking eggs from birds¡¯ nests in the forest. Because of all the treats, when Maggie was turned into a pigeon, she now was as big as a bald eagle. However, when she transformed back into her real self, she was still a little girl with very long white hair. Soon, they appeared in the sky. Maggie landed on the prince¡¯s head as usual and said, ¡°Maggie is here. Coo! What can I do for you?¡± Roland briefly told her about the test and said, ¡°Please turn yourself into a giant bird demon and try to break free from Iffy¡¯s magical cage.¡± ¡°I see, Coo!¡± Maggie flew up. She instantly changed into a huge bird and obscured the sun. Looking at her, Roland somehow felt her monstrous bird form now seemed much bigger in size than the initial one she had during her first evolvement. ¡°Let¡¯s begin,¡± he said to Iffy. Iffy sneered, with a flicker of contempt in her eyes. She opened her right hand, spreading all the five fingers. Meanwhile, a dozen of purple light beams immediately appeared over Maggie¡¯s head and swiftly formed a sphere, trapping Maggie Inside. The ¡°cage bars¡± were not very thick, but they were so stagnant that no matter how hard Maggie tried to bite or scratch them, she could not free herself. Iffy controlled the cage with great ease and seemed to be able to capture a demon with her left hand at the same time. When Roland was about to tell her to stop the test, Iffy suddenly squeezed her right hand into a fist. The cage instantly contracted to tie up Maggie tightly, making her scream in pain. Chapter 534 Chapter 534: The Value of Witches Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What¡¯re you doing?!¡± ¡°Let her go!¡± Hearing so many complaints, Iffy twitched her lips and raised her right hand. The cage was gone and Maggie fell onto the ground. ¡°Damn you!¡± A fast-flying golden figure lunged at Iffy. It was Lightning! However, just as she raised her fist, the magic cage locked her inside. It was impossible for her to touch Iffy even though she was only an arm¡¯s length away. ¡°Get out of here. This is none of your business!¡± Iffy angrily tossed the cage away, sending it tumbling over and over on the ground. Lightning bumped inside the cage until it rolled out of the area that Iffy could affect. She wiped the dirt off her face and was about to bound towards Iffy again, when she saw Roland walking toward her, hand raised. WHACK! The sharp slap left everyone stunned, especially Iffy. She did not bother to cover her red cheek, staring at Roland in disbelief. After a while, she slowly lowered herself on one knee and said, ¡°Pardon me for my lack of manners, Your Majesty.¡± Roland was also surprised by himself. He had been reluctant to slap a girl, but seeing Maggie fall onto the ground, he had burst into anger and stepped forward uncontrollably as if witnessing his own daughter being bullied by some mean, naughty kid. ¡°Why did you do that?¡± He shouted at Iffy. ¡°Your Majesty, her potential will explode during a crisis, giving her much greater strength. I just want you to have accurate test results.¡± Iffy said in a cold voice as if it was simply something trivial. ¡°It seems that even an evolved non-combat witch still can¡¯t compete with a combat witch.¡± Roland was speechless in shock. What made Iffy think that it was reasonable to hurt her own kind just to get the test results? What kind of environment had she lived in? He then turned and looked toward Wendy carrying the white-haired girl in her arms. ¡°How¡¯s she doing?¡± he asked. ¡°She¡¯s alright. She¡¯s not heavily injured, except for some reddening welts and swelling,¡± Wendy answered. She rolled up Maggie¡¯s sleeve with a frown, revealing red bruises on her white arm from the magic cage. ¡°Coo.¡± Maggie buried her head into Wendy¡¯s arms, sounding rather grieved. ¡°Relax, Your Majesty,¡± Iffy said plainly, ¡°I¡¯m always aware of how much power I use. Those areas of redness will recover within two days¡­¡± ¡°Apologize to her!¡± Roland angrily interrupted. Iffy opened her mouth in surprise and blushed with embarrassment. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty¡± ¡°No, not me. Apologize to Maggie.¡± She bit her lip and lowered her head, without saying a word. Looking at Iffy who was insisting on not apologizing to Maggie, Roland felt so annoyed he wanted to laugh. It looked like the situation on Sleeping Island was worse than he had imagined. If the Bloodfang Association witches dared to behave like this in the territory of a Lord, they must be even more arrogant on Sleeping Island. Roland now found himself in an awkward situation. He could neither change Iffy¡¯s attitude towards non-combat witches, nor send her back to Sleeping Island. He believed that no matter how hard he punished Iffy, she would never see anything wrong with her own deeds and attitude. If he simply punished her and asked her to go back, he would lose Tilly¡¯s trust because he would fail to solve the problem for Sleeping Island. He had promised Tilly that she could always count on him with any problem. He would have to break her pride of her power, in order for her to realize her fault. ¡°You think you¡¯re more powerful than the non-combat witches, so you can despise them?¡± Roland asked in a cold, hard voice. ¡°You¡¯re not that strong.¡± Hearing this, Iffy promptly looked up at him defiantly. ¡°You think combat witches are superior to assistant witches because you¡¯re the ones who can protect your kind, right?¡± Roland said, ¡°This is ridiculous. You can¡¯t win a fight, entirely by yourself.¡± Iffy frowned tightly and looked angry. ¡°Your Majesty, do you mean to say that a non-combat witch can defeat me?¡± ¡°Yes, you don¡¯t believe it?¡± Roland sneered. ¡°Most witches in the Witch Union could easily defeat you, even if they¡¯ve never used their power in a fight.¡± He looked at Lightning who was standing aside, startled by his words at first. She quickly understood and nodded to him. ¡°That¡¯s just your imagination.¡± ¡°OK, how about a duel between you and Maggie, ¡± he said in a deep voice. ¡°She¡¯ll show you why you should never look down upon the assistant witches.¡± ¡°What?¡± Iffy¡¯s eyes widened in surprise. ¡°You mean a fight between me and the dumb pigeon?¡± ¡°The duel is set for tomorrow, ¡± Roland said each word slowly. ¡°You¡¯ll see that you¡¯re not as strong as you think.¡± ******************* Returning to their place, they saw lunch awaiting on the table in the living room. There was meat soup, bread, mushrooms and stewed vegetables. Apparently, they did not need to go to the hall for lunch. ¡°Wow? We get meat and bread?¡± Softfeathers asked in surprise. ¡°I thought we would only get cold water.¡± ¡°Is this for the duel? He doesn¡¯t want me to fight in hunger?¡± Iffy sneered. ¡°He has too much faith in that stupid bird.¡± ¡°Maybe the dishes are drugged with something, like laxatives.¡± Softfeathers suggested. Completely ignoring the other witch¡¯s words, Iffy grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth. ¡°If you¡¯re worried about that, you can always just not eat it.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care. I¡¯m not the one going to a duel.¡± Softfeathers rolled her eyes. She climbed up to sit on a stool and took a dish of roasted mushrooms, saying, ¡°Hey, do you have to do this? Lady Heidi asked us to confirm the situation here, but she never told you to irritate the lord.¡± ¡°It¡¯s an exciting opportunity,¡± Iffy said. ¡°Really?¡± Softfeathers asked with great interest. ¡°That¡¯s why you¡¯re doing this?¡± Iffy turned and stared at Softfeathers coldly until the little girl dropped her head and mumbled. ¡°Fine, forget about it.¡± Ever since a group of Sleeping Island witches had come back from the Western Region, the atmosphere was bad for the Bloodfang Association. According to the returning witches, Lady Tilly¡¯s elder brother had built a domain where witches could live like ordinary people and even the assistant witches were well treated. This story had made the useless assistant witches on Sleeping Island very excited. Lady Heidi thought that it was Tilly who made up this story to gain the support of the many assistant witches. A lord would naturally value combat witches more, they could conquer and bring lands and power to him. During today¡¯s test however, Iffy was really surprised to find that this lord seemed to treat all the witches equally, But it was not what surprised her the most. She was most surprised by Maggie. Iffy could not believe that a stupid bird so clumsy in speech was so popular among the witches and liked by the lord, and that everyone was really beaming with a smile when they saw the fool. On Sleeping Island, Maggie was just a pet, a dispensable role! Seeing Maggie, Iffy was full of anger and jealousy. Iffy thought it was a betrayal that Maggie had left Sleeping Island and was living happily together with the witches here. This was the real reason Iffy had targeted Maggie. However, things had really gotten out of her control. She still found it hard to believe that His Majesty had made such a ridiculous suggestion and arranged a duel between her and a pigeon. She had to accept it. After all, getting information about the Western Region was one of her tasks here. Another task was to attract the lord¡¯s attention by showing her value and ability. She was confident that she could make it clear to His Majesty that there was a huge gap between the combat witches and the weak assistant witches. Chapter 535 Chapter 535: The Gun of a Protector Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ It was twilight when Roland returned to the castle with the duel affairs settled. ¡°Do you really think Maggie will win?¡± Nightingale appeared behind Roland the moment he stepped into the office. ¡°What¡¯re you worried about? You know that she¡¯s been learning marksmanship all this time from Lightning, your own apprentice!¡± consoled Roland. ¡°She¡¯s brave enough, and she dared to fight with the demon in her beast personification at the critical juncture of Devil¡¯s Town exploration last time. The only thing to be concerned is whether she¡¯ll shoot at her peer.¡± Maggie would suffer more startle than pain, and Iffy was not doomed to death. Nevertheless, this disdainful attitude towards non-combat witches was no different from a bomb in the platoon. Until she learned this impressive lesson and repented thoroughly for her misdeeds, Roland did not dare to bring her out to catch the demons. The most profound lesson would be Maggie defeating Iffy. Undoubtedly, the gun was a weapon that could enhance the ability of assistant witches so that they could acquire more power for fighting. To avoid accidental death, Roland had deliberately had Soraya produce a batch of rubber bullets. The metal head had been replaced with a multi-layer wrapped coating. This softened the bullet from interior to exterior and prevented it from entering a human body without weakening its full power. Its huge kinetic energy would be totally imposed on a human body as the bullet was gradually deformed, causing a pain severe enough to make the target lose any ability to defend. That was why it was also known as the Ability-losing Bullet. ¡°I want to see her.¡± With discontent, Nightingale disappeared into the Mist. Roland sighed gently as he clearly heard the crack of an arming gun from his side. He would have called for Nana if Iffy did not loosen Maggie as was expected. It was rather obvious that Maggie dreaded the witches of the Bloodfang Association, which proved that they were used to doing such things on Sleeping Island. When considering Cara of the Witch Cooperation Association and then the inferior feelings Evelyn and Candle had when they had initially arrived, or even the Witch Union more than 400 years ago, there was no doubt that the idea of combat witches being nobler than others came naturally. In other words, the capable combat witches would certainly grasp more power when oppressed by foreign enemies. However, the force of gunpowder and firearms was strong enough to shorten the gap, Roland mused. Tilly might believe in him further if he could convert their thoughts. ******************* ¡°You should remember there is nothing to be worried about and you shall shoot directly at her until you empty the cartridge. You need to make her burst into tears and kneel down begging for mercy. Do you understand?¡± Lightning shouted in a high pitch, ¡°Even if you were using normal bullets, Nana is here, ready for any accidents. Plus, there is the coating head made by Soraya. Only by shooting more bullets towards her, can you release yourself!¡± ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Maggie was leaning on the bed with her hair shielding her cheeks. ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Not yet!¡± Lightning pushed her long, white hair aside and said, ¡°You don¡¯t want to beat her, do you? If you show her any mercy, I¡¯ll never take you exploring. A coward can never be an explorer!¡± Maggie looked to be struggling. ¡°I¡¯m not¡­¡± ¡°She¡¯s definitely not a coward.¡± Another voice came from behind them. ¡°A coward does not dare to fight with a demon. Not to mention, she saved my life.¡± Appearing from the Mist, Nightingale walked to the bedside and strongly struck Lightning in the forehead. ¡°Who has taught you to speak this way!¡± Lightning held her forehead and then curled her lip. ¡°I¡¯m just worried that she¡¯ll have cold feet.¡± After heaving a sigh, Nightingale took Maggie¡¯s hands in her own. ¡°Listen, this isn¡¯t just about you and her. His Majesty has made these arrangements with the purpose of making witches in the Bloodfang Association change their attitudes towards other witches and regret their mistakes. Remember Evelyn and Candle? There¡¯re many witches who had experiences similar to theirs on Sleeping Island. If you can teach Iffy a lesson, you¡¯re actually doing them a favor to some extent.¡± After a pause, Nightingale continued, ¡°So, you¡¯re not just fighting for yourself. You¡¯re also fighting to protect us, just like what you did when fighting against the demon last time.¡± ¡°En¡­¡± Maggie nodded gently, blinking her eyes. ¡°One more thing. His Majesty Roland also promises that if you win, the ice cream and pepper barbecue shall be supplied without limitation for one week, just for you.¡± ¡°Coo!¡± Her eyes suddenly lit up. ******************* The next day, in addition to the guards responsible for site-clearing, there were more than ten witches standing on the grassland outside the city wall. They were centered around Roland, congruously making bright cheers for Maggie. ¡°I won¡¯t cheer for you.¡± Yawned Softfeathers. ¡°You can¡¯t hear it anyway.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to do that.¡± Iffy scoffed as she slowly walked to the divided central field and looked at Maggie without emotion. Maggie stood opposite her, capped by her long hair. If victory was judged by the number of supporters, the church would have already unified the whole continent. ¡°It¡¯s not too late to give in. I trust you don¡¯t want to let His Majesty down.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll never give in, coo!¡± She was slightly stunned. Since when did this bird dare to speak so affirmatively in the face of her? ¡°Really? Then get ready to fall from the sky into a cage like a dog!¡± ¡°You can¡¯t trap me,¡± Maggie raised her head and said. ¡°The only one who can catch me in the sky is Lightning!¡± The moment the start whistle rang, Iffy went straight towards Maggie. She was sure that Maggie could not beat a person with combat training like herself, even though Maggie was helped by the power of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. His Majesty Roland had wrongly judged the fighting ability of combat witches. They relied not only on their power for fighting, they could also convert their body into a deadly weapon. By virtue of extraordinary physical fitness and restorability, witches could always withhold harsher training. She was confident that she could make her opponent throw in the towel in ten movements, even if it were a knight armed to the teeth. With her wings rapidly spreading, Maggie changed into a bluebird and aimed skyward. ¡°Is this the stunt that you mentioned?¡± Iffy stretched out her arms in the direction Maggie had escaped. Her magic power did not reach anything. ¡°This is a duel. Do you think you have anywhere to flee?¡± ¡°Chirp, chirp.¡± Flying higher and higher, the bird soon faded away. Only a series of silvery tweets remained. Frowning, Iffy looked to the sky and suddenly a faintly discernible shadow in the direction of the rising sun appeared within her sight. ¡°Is she going to give me an unexpected attack hiding under the sunlight?¡± Iffy could not help but sneer. This might have been a good idea, but even with her eyes covered she was still able to sense any object within ten steps by using her magic power¡ªa derivative skill that had awakened at her adulthood. Moreover, what harm could a fist-sized bluebird do to her? To win, her opponent would inevitably have to change into that ferocious monster again! While waiting for Maggie to return, the earth suddenly darkened as a cloud shielded the light of sunshine. Iffy then saw a bird falling from the sky. What a wretch! It looked like Maggie was not lucky at all! She extended her hands without hesitation. The victory would soon be hers! But there was nothing¡­ In front of her was only magic power. She felt no sign of Maggie whom she had expected to rush forward. Maggie had abruptly stopped moving when 20 steps away from Iffy! To Iffy¡¯s surprise, Maggie recovered her human avatar in midair and pulled a short silvery stick from her pocket. Was she mad? Despite not having wings, Maggie did not drop directly to the ground. Her white hair had lifted and opened in a wing shape allowing her to descend slowly. Meanwhile, the stick spurted a ball of flame with a loud bang! Iffy was clear that something had intruded the boundary of her magic power, but it could not have been Maggie, a crossbow, bolt or stone. It was not until she fetched out her cage that her belly was severely assaulted by something like a hammer, followed by her thighs and then calves. The loud sound rang continuously with the mud on the ground continually splashing. She could not make any sound due to intense pain and her seemingly broken feet were unable to support her body. Iffy fell to the ground and clutched her stomach with her whole body huddled up. Her consciousness was becoming blurry. Dimly, she saw a white figure falling in front of her. With one last effort, she poised her hands, but the magic no longer responded to her summon. ¡°You lost, coo.¡± These were the last words she heard before she fainted. Chapter 536 Chapter 536: The Dream (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Annie, I¡¯m tired.¡± Iffy complained. ¡°Hold on for a little longer. We¡¯re almost there,¡± Annie said. They were walking on hard gravel. Each step they took would cause a drilling pain in their feet. Iffy really wanted to stop but Annie was strongly pulling her forward and tightly clutching her hand. Annie did not even slightly slow down her pace no matter if they were crossing through the brambles and thorns or the ice cold stream. From behind, she looked as determined as a mountain. ¡°Annie, I¡¯m really tired¡­¡± Iffy begged again. She felt as if her soles were on fire, her entire body was in unceasing pain, and her chest was feeling compressed no matter how hard she inhaled. She felt as if she was dying. Annie softly sighed and leaned forward to listen to the ground, and she pointed at a raised stone not far away and said, ¡°Let¡¯s take a rest over there.¡± The very last trace of strength rose from the bottom of Iffy¡¯s heart once she heard that it was time to take a rest. She clenched her teeth and quickly walked to the giant rock and collapsed there; she even wished to stay there for eternity at that moment. Annie did not instantly sit down. She surrounded both sides of the rock with the broken branches that she found nearby for camouflage. It felt like a cozy nest with both of the branches and the natural ceiling-like tilted rock. Unfortunately, they were still on an uneven, rocky ground that hurt their butts and the small space was not big enough for both of them to lie down. ¡°The church won¡¯t find us since we¡¯ve run this far.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t let your guard down, and it¡¯s still not far enough from them.¡± Annie was as alert as a wildcat, always with her ears up, listening and monitoring everything around her. However, she was a lot tougher than the wildcat. She was accustomed to the pain and compared with the cruel Judgement Army, Annie was more like a silent predator. ¡°Does the Bloodfang Association¡­ really exist?¡± They were two of the five witches who were searching for the Bloodfang Association. After leaving Graystone Stronghold, they had been intercepted by the church, so they had decided to act separately. Iffy had been walking towards the east for three days and nights before bumping into Annie while the others were totally out of contact. ¡°Of course,¡± Annie said while rubbing her toes. ¡°I heard that they¡¯re on the Wolf Tooth Island across the sea.¡± ¡°But, how could we cross the sea?¡± ¡°Just walk towards the shore and look for a boat.¡± Annie comforted. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, just leave it to me.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Iffy softly answered. Annie took a piece of dried pork skin out of the baggage and held it in her hands. Some white smoke instantly sprung out of it while it became boiling hot and soft as the cloud. ¡°Let¡¯s eat first, we¡¯ll continue the journey after eating,¡± Annie said. That was Annie¡¯s ability, whose palms could set the branches and sticks on fire and cook the food as well. Iffy devoured the skin like a wolf and then drooled over the skin in Annie¡¯s hand. Annie smiled and threw half of hers to Iffy and said, ¡°You eat more. I¡¯m not very hungry yet.¡± It was time to continue their journey after Iffy finished eating the other half of the skin and licking each of her fingers. Iffy was struggling to get back on her feet, but before she could get out of the cave, the branches around it suddenly started to tremble. It was not the swaying motion of the autumn wind, but a series of light and fast-paced trembles, as if something was coming in their direction. Annie¡¯s eyes instantly widened in fear and said, ¡°Horses! They¡¯re approaching on horses! Run!¡± Iffy felt as if she was being pulled up and started to run subconsciously. The drilling pain below her feet returned. As her body did not really recover, it was very difficult for her to even stand, not to mention running. She turned around and saw more than ten galloping horses appeared at the end of the rocky beach. Their speed was not too fast which might be because the soldiers worried about hurting the hoofs of their mounts. However, it was still fast enough to catch both of them who were running on bare feet. Iffy thought that they could not escape. Or rather, she could not escape. Iffy wrenched her hand away from Annie¡¯s grasp and said, ¡°You go first.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll carry you.¡± ¡°You can¡¯t run fast enough that way!¡± ¡°Just listen to me. Be quick.¡± The Judgement Army on the giant horses was approaching when Iffy was hesitating. Iffy noticed that some had lifted their hand crossbows and thrown spears. The bumpy gravel ground suddenly collapsed at that moment and the riders in the front fell into the pit, screaming. The platoon hurriedly spread out to avoid the trap, but the horses suddenly knelt down on the ground one by one. A group of red-dressed silhouettes unexpectedly popped out in front of the church soldiers as if they were rising from the ground. The mass shooting of the close range arrows caught the Judgement Army off guard, and the soldiers who were lucky enough to avoid the arrows could not escape and were hunted down in the ambush. More than 10 soldiers from the church were all lying dead on the stone beach within seconds. After that, they quickly stripped the armors from the soldiers, taking away their dry food and baggage, along with the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. One of them walked towards Iffy and Annie. ¡°Are you looking for the Bloodfang Association?¡± ¡°How do you know?¡± Iffy asked in surprise. ¡°Yes, my Lord,¡± Annie quickly pinched Iffy¡¯s hand and said. ¡°We¡¯re both witches. The other three of us were lost on the way. Could you please help them?¡± ¡°We don¡¯t have the manpower to attend to the other witches.¡± The woman took off her hood and revealed her short fiery-red hair. ¡°If your partners couldn¡¯t reach here by themselves, they¡¯re not qualified to join the Bloodfang Association.¡± She paused and said, ¡°Of course, not everyone who gets here can join the Bloodfang Association either.¡± Iffy could feel that Annie was holding her hand tighter. ¡°What¡¯re your abilities? Show me.¡± After seeing their abilities, the red-haired woman looked at Iffy and nodded. ¡°You can go to the Archduke Island.¡± And then she looked at Annie and said, ¡°But you can¡¯t.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Iffy asked. ¡°My Lord, I¡­¡± Annie said. ¡°I¡¯ll be sending you to another witch association, but not the Bloodfang Association.¡± The red-haired woman interrupted Annie in a cold, hard voice. ¡°You can¡¯t become a combat witch, and the Bloodfang Association doesn¡¯t need a cook.¡± ¡­ ¡°What¡¯re you crying for?¡± The red-haired woman impatiently reproached Iffy. ¡°The Lord¡¯s going to be angry if she sees your crying face.¡± ¡°I¡­ want to be with Annie¡­¡± ¡°Hopeless little brat, she¡¯s nothing but a burden.¡± ¡°She¡¯s not, she saved me!¡± Iffy swallowed her tears and said, ¡°Annie is the true combat witch that you need¡­¡± ¡°Pfft¡­ Whether you¡¯re a combat witch or not is determined by the ability you got in the awakening, not strong limbs,¡± the red-haired woman said relentlessly. ¡°You think that she¡¯s more powerful than you. That¡¯s because she¡¯s five or six years older than you. In fact, you have far more potential than she does.¡± ¡°Where are you¡­ going to send Annie?¡± ¡°It¡¯s none of your business.¡± Iffy felt like crying again. The red-haired woman frowned and said, ¡°Listen, the Lord doesn¡¯t like cowards. You can¡¯t mention about the past if you want to survive in Archduke Island.¡± Chapter 537 Chapter 537: The Dream (Part II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Deep inside the burrow, the crowd knelt down, worshiping a woman dressed in luxurious finery. Countless candles were silently burning, faintly glowing stars covering the ground. ¡°Is this the new kid? Lift your head and let me see your face.¡± Iffy lifted her head timidly, but could only see a mask reflecting cold light. She was almost screaming out loud at that moment. ¡°I¡¯m Heidi Morgan. Don¡¯t be afraid, the mask was just to protect my identity.¡± The woman¡¯s voice was softer than Iffy imagined. ¡°You¡¯re a member of the Bloodfang Association from today onwards.¡± ¡°Why¡­ can¡¯t you accept Annie?¡± Iffy summoned up her courage to ask. ¡°Presumptuous!¡± The red-haired woman shouted. The other witches were chuckling as if sneering at her stupidity. ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± Heidi said, waving her hand. She walked down from the stage to approach Iffy and said, ¡°Because there¡¯s no way for me to support so many witches.¡± ¡°She, she can find her own food.¡± ¡°To live like a rat? Hide in the gutter all day and eat others¡¯ leftovers? Living that way will gradually make you more like a savage by the day,¡± Heidi shook her head and said, ¡°The Bloodfang Association needs beasts, not rats waiting to be slaughtered by others.¡± ¡°B-beast?¡± Iffy could not help but repeat after her. ¡°Yes. Have you ever seen a cliff wolf?¡± Iffy shook her head. ¡°They¡¯re the symbol of the Kingdom of Wolfheart and master of the mountains. They can give birth to three or four cubs every time, but not all the cubs can survive. Do you know why?¡± Heidi slowly explained. ¡°Because the mother wolf will kill some cubs that she can¡¯t find enough food to support to make sure the rest of the cubs are well-fed. The future generation that was grown up in such circumstances could continue to live within the tough environment.¡± Iffy opened her mouth, but she did not know what to say. ¡°Cutting down the amount of feeding to each cub can also keep all the cubs alive. However, it¡¯s simply being alive¡ªthe young wolves without sufficient nutrition will not able to hunt for themselves when they grow up. They would not be able to step out of the nest, neither would they have a chance to reproduce. The cliff wolf clan would completely vanish in the long run. What do you think of that?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Heidi lifted Iffy¡¯s chin up with her finger. ¡°My child, this is the inspiration the God sends to us: Witches must act like the beasts in order to survive in the oppression. And strong combat witches will naturally become the symbol of the entire race, for example¡­ who you are now!¡± The candlelight started to flicker. Iffy did not hear any cheering but she could feel their emotions. The combination of the emotions of excitement, inspiration, and joy was like the unspoken volcano. After a while, she hesitantly asked, ¡°What, what if there is sufficient food for every single wolf?¡± ¡°In that case, they¡¯re no longer the wolves,¡± Heidi laughed and said, ¡°but dogs¡±. ¡­ The whip slashed on Iffy¡¯s back, making a crisp noise. ¡°Idiot, you can¡¯t even complete such a little practice, wasting all the food that was fed to you. Tell me, how many whips is this?¡± ¡°24¡± Iffy clenched her teeth and said. She was responded to by continuous whips. Blood and sweat were flowing down from her back, drenching her pants. ¡°That¡¯s all for today. You¡¯ll get double flogging if the same happens for tomorrow¡¯s training.¡± The red-haired woman threw a huge piece of rib into the middle of the four witches who were punished. ¡°The dinner time is over. This is the extra food I asked Lord Heidi for. You divide it amongst yourselves. Remember, no magic power allowed.¡± The amount of the rib was enough to fill up four of their stomachs. However, the fight training consumed a great amount of energy. The possibility to complete it would increase if they had extra food supply as supplement in between meals. Like a beast¡­ Only strong witches can survive. Iffy stared at the meat in front of her and pounced onto the witch nearest to her. ¡­ ¡°The Secret Association was destroyed by the church. I heard that none of them escaped.¡± ¡°Even the leader of the witches.¡± ¡°The church is camping by the eastern coast!¡± ¡°The damned nobles.¡± Heidi did not look well. ¡°I¡¯m going to tear them into pieces sooner or later!¡± The influence of witches within the Kingdom of Wolfheart was eliminated one by one, leaving only the Bloodfang Association to barely support itself. Although Iffy did not quite understand why it was related to the nobles on the island, she could sense that the situation was getting critical. ¡°In this case, send Shaji and me to get rid of them.¡± Iffy suggested. ¡°It¡¯s too late! The church has noticed the Archduke Island. We can no longer stay here,¡± Heidi clenched her teeth and said. ¡°Let¡¯s go to Sleeping Island.¡± ¡°You¡¯re talking about¡­ the witch association which sent the pigeon to deliver the letter last time?¡± Iffy asked. ¡°Exactly. We can draw some manpower from there to strengthen ourselves. It¡¯s only temporary; I¡¯ll be back here sooner or later! The Kingdom of Wolfheart is mine!¡± ¡­ ¡°Damn. Why are these people willing to listen to the orders from a little girl?¡± Heidi angrily threw the glass onto the ground. Iffy was speechless. The witches on Sleeping Island were like sheep in her eyes, as they did not have much power of resistance when they were facing enemies, including the so-called leader, Tilly Wimbledon. Without the Extraordinary beside her, she would not be able to hold the position. ¡°It¡¯s probably because she¡¯s preaching the equal importance of non-combat witches?¡± Shaji interrupted. ¡°No one wants to be excluded.¡± ¡°Ridiculous! She didn¡¯t even think about who defeated the church in Fjords! Who¡¯ll believe such a nonsense?¡± ¡°Tilly¡¯s elder brother, Lord of the Western Region seems to agree with that.¡± ¡°That was all made up by them! No one knows what a lord really wants better than I do!¡± Heidi angrily said. ¡°You thought that I built the Bloodfang Association for¡­¡± she suddenly stopped for a while and then continued, ¡°No, I can¡¯t allow them to continue talking nonsense. You have to go to the Western Region and expose Tilly¡¯s lies! Bring my words to the lord. I can offer double for what Tilly Wimbledon has to offer!¡± Somehow, Iffy felt that Lord Heidi at the moment was nowhere like a beast but an exasperated lamb. ¡°That¡¯s why you abandoned me?¡± Annie¡¯s figure suddenly appeared in front of her. ¡°You left me for this kind of master and such a ridiculous life, betraying my trust towards you?¡± ¡°No, Annie¡­¡± Iffy was horrified to notice the blank space on Annie¡¯s face. ¡°Do you¡­ forget about me?¡± She quickly opened her eyes and everything that had been in front of her eyes just now suddenly disappeared, leaving the gray-white colored ceiling of the room and the hanging light. Is this a dream? She quickly closed her eyes again to recall Annie¡¯s face. Fortunately, Iffy still clearly remembered her look. Iffy turned around and sat up on her bed, feeling slightly relieved. However, she saw a little girl curiously looking at her by the bed. Iffy could tell from her eyes that she must be someone who had not experienced any suffers and struggles¡­ someone who was also called the sheep. ¡°Who¡¯re you?¡± ¡°Nana,¡± the little girl tilted her head and said. ¡°Did you have a nightmare?¡± Iffy could feel that her back was drenched in her sweat at that moment. ¡°Did I¡­ say anything?¡± ¡°Oh, yes. You kept mumbling that ¡®I¡¯m a beast¡­ I¡¯m a beast¡­¡¯,¡± the little girl said with her arms open, ¡°Why did you say that? You¡¯re not a beast.¡± She bit her lips and said, ¡°You¡­ have no idea.¡± ¡°I have,¡± Nana said, while covering her grin with her hand. ¡°You¡¯re just like me. Aren¡¯t we both human beings?¡± Chapter 538 Chapter 538: The Wheel of Time Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After being supplied with food and equipment, the First Army was ready to set out once again. This was the mission for the latter half of the spring offensive: seizing Willow Town and Fallen Dragon Ridge. Capturing Willow Town would unify the Western Region, and taking control of Fallen Dragon Ridge would enable them to have the easiest access to the Southern Territory. Since these two towns were well fortified, Roland entrusted the command to Iron Axe and he himself would not partake in the expedition. Because they just conquered King¡¯s City, the soldiers were having high morale. Besides, those professional soldiers had gradually formed a prototype of soldiers in a modern army, which meant they could faithfully carry out combat orders without being led by Roland personally. Therefore, Roland was sure they would take the two towns. As long as they made a thorough investigation and used the artillery troops to steadily push forward, they would not face great resistance from the enemies. The reconstruction of the post-war order should be his focus of attention. Fortunately, Willow Town was not a large-scale town. He did not need to set a fully-functional secondary City Hall as the one in the Longsong Area, but only to set up offices for each department correspondingly. Nowadays, the Border Area could offer a batch of fundamental management staff, so it would not be hard to add Willow Town to the political system of the City of Neverwinter. As for Fallen Dragon Ridge, he would hand it over to Countess Spear for management. After the fall of Timothy, Spear had sworn allegiance to Roland and agreed to accept the overall management model of Western Region. In order to help her take over the city and cleaning up the rebel nobility, Roland believed it was necessary to garrison the first army there. Plus, in the future, whether to further annex the Southern Territory or to conquer Iron Sand City, Fallen Dragon Ridge was the key traffic artery. So, the other purpose of the garrison was to prevent accidents. No matter what, Roland had to take hold of this city. ¡°In this way, there won¡¯t be many left in the First Army,¡± after knowing the plan, Iron Axe said, frowning. ¡°500 of them are guarding King¡¯s City, 1,000 will be dispatched to Willow Town and Fallen Dragon Ridge, and the number of soldiers I can freely mobilize is no more than 1,500, most of whom are artillery. Given that, City of Neverwinter probably will temporarily lose the ability to launch the attack.¡± ¡°How is the training for the new soldiers recruited during the Months of Demons going?¡± ¡°Not even close to the regular troops,¡± Iron Axe said while shaking his head. ¡°They need to be trained for at least two to three more months.¡± Roland could not help laughing. He remembered when he originally set up the Militia to resist demonic beasts, it went to the battlefield only after one and a half months¡¯ training. Now with the increasingly comprehensive construction of the army, the criterion of acceptability also greatly increased. In fact, as long as the soldiers could line up based on the order and take aim to pull the trigger, even in this era it was a strong army¡ªAfter all, they only needed to aim and shoot without necessarily being under the attack of the enemies and risking their own lives. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. By then the garrison could be replaced by those new recruits, and it¡¯ll be a sort of training for them to fight against the guards of the noble.¡± Roland said in a leisure tone, ¡°When the emissary delegation for recruiting refugees returns, the population of City of Neverwinter will reach another peak. We can continue to expand our army then.¡± Seizing King¡¯s City was far from an end, and seizing Fallen Dragon was only a start. If everything went well, he hoped to annex the whole Southernmost Ridge before the arrival of the Months of Demons this year. If he could get a stable supply of black water, he might be able to lead the industries of City of Neverwinter to a new stage. Soon after Iron Axe left, Nightingale quietly appeared in front of Roland. ¡°Iffy wants to see you.¡± ¡­ Looking at the witch from Bloodfang Association slowly walking into the office, Roland could feel some changes. Her steps were not as firm as the time when she first arrived here; her maroon long hair was a little messy, which showed that she apparently did not care to take care of it. She did not look as vigilant and proud as before; instead, she looked rather confused and at a loss. At this moment, she looked more like a girl at her real age. Iffy bowed first, and then after a long silence, she opened her mouth. ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯s¡­ the weapon that Maggie used?¡± Roland had expected that she would ask about it. He nodded at Nightingale, and then Nightingale took the revolver out of her waist and put it on the table. ¡°What she used was a gun. It kills enemies with projectiles fueled by gunpowder.¡± He skillfully removed the cartridge and poured out the bullets. ¡°The projectiles used to shoot at you were modified in a particular way, otherwise you would have been killed on spot.¡± Iffy¡¯s lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but yet she swallowed her words in the end. Roland picked up a bullet and raised it in front of everybody. ¡°Do you see it?¡± It is not much bigger than a finger, but yet it requires an extremely complicated procedure to manufacture it. The whole procedure required the joint work of hundreds of ordinary townsmen and three witches. Neither of the two groups is dispensable. And those are the non-combat witches who you think are useless. Do you still think so?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± She looked hesitated, but could not utter a word in the end. Roland did not give her too much time to think. He continued, ¡°Maybe they cannot compete with you in terms of abilities, but that doesn¡¯t prove anything. Although a commoner can¡¯t knock down a fierce beast with his bare hands, it¡¯s the human beings that rule the world, not the beasts.¡± ¡°I prefer to call the non-combat witches as assistant witches. Through their own abilities, they can give the vast majority of ordinary people new forces, such as those guards who fight with long swords and shields¡ªwith the help of them, human beings can easily beat the beasts. In a sense, assistant witches are greater than combat witches.¡± ¡°But the weapons you invented¡­ can play a more powerful role in the hands of the combat witches,¡± Iffy said in a low voice. ¡°The difference isn¡¯t very obvious, at least not obvious enough to change the outcome of a war.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°Imagine this: while faced with ten ordinary soldiers armed with such weapon, what¡¯s the odd for you to win? In my territory, they can produce seven to eight such guns every day, but how many combat witches are there? Moreover, owning the weapons alone isn¡¯t enough. We also need to maintain them. To this end, we need a massive production and logistics team, in which assistant witches play irreplaceable roles.¡± He reassembled the gun and returned it to Nightingale. ¡°I know that it¡¯s hard for you to understand the fact instantly. But the reason human beings are greater than the beasts is that human beings can use their wisdom to create power that the world has never had. To this end, magic power is undoubtedly the best tool, and yet you¡¯re wasting this talent.¡± He paused for a moment. ¡°Right, the First Army reserve will have a maneuver using loaded rifles this afternoon. I suggest you watch it so that you can use your own eyes to observe what the real power is.¡± ¡°The time has changed, Iffy.¡± Chapter 539 Chapter 539: The Melting Ice Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Agatha had a busy day. By the time she returned to the castle, the sky had turned completely dark. Pushing the door open, she was surprised to find Wendy waiting for her in the living room. ¡°Why did you work till so late again?¡± Wendy asked, frowning, but in her tone, there was not the slightest meaning of blame. Only a little bit of concern. ¡°I hope you can come back earlier next time so that we can at least have dinner together.¡± ¡°Sorry, I lost track of time,¡± Agatha said as she took off her coat and hung it by the door. ¡°My mind was all on producing the last batch of nitrogen, so I didn¡¯t notice the sky already turned dark when I left work. You should blame the Lord, turning on the lights in the chemical plant, making it as bright as daytime.¡± ¡°I brought you dinner,¡± said Wendy as she sighed helplessly. ¡°It¡¯s on the table. It¡¯s still hot. So, hurry.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Agatha said, feeling touched. ¡°Wendy is the most respected witch in the Witch Cooperation Association and is deeply trusted by the Lord. If she were in Taquila, she would have been at least an executive officer under the Three Chiefs. It¡¯s absolutely impossible in the Union for such a person to bring me dinner.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome.¡± Wendy patted her on the shoulder. ¡°If you feel tired, don¡¯t hesitate to ask Echo to sing a hot spring song for you¡­ Don¡¯t forget you¡¯re also a member of the Witch Union.¡± The Witch Union¡­ After the door was closed, Agatha kept still for a moment, and then went to the table and opened the metal insulated box. The box contained three dishes and one soup: a fragrant barbecue steak, fried mushrooms, sliced bread, and egg soup. To her surprise, in a corner of the box was stuffed a small dish of honey. She could not help but swallow her saliva. Even Wendy noticed that¡­ During their decades of fighting against the demons in Taquila, all kinds of materials became more and more scarce. Naturally, that included food. Although Agatha was a relatively high rank, her daily meals consisted mainly of grains and fruits planted by assistant witches. Of course, she could eat meat, but its supply was not very stable. Things like spices, sugar, and honey were out of the question¡ªthe first two were a luxury exclusive to the high-level Federation officials; as for honey, witches who were able to keep bees were all sent to the battlefield. This was because the Federation would not ¡°waste¡± them on producing such unessential sweet stuff. In fact, she was very fond of eating sweet stuff, especially honey. During the barbecue feast, when most people would choose pepper powder and salt as a seasoning, she just quietly brushed a whole jar of honey. She did not expect that Wendy had noticed that. She suddenly felt something strange happening in her heart¡ªbecause she could not feel coldness, she was not very sensitive to warmth either. Also, she had rarely used hot water while bathing because she did not want to bother Anna. Considering her own identity and origin, Agatha asked Roland to arrange a separate room for herself, just as her residence on the top floor of the test tower. But now, she felt a little cold in the room. Perhaps living with others was not a bad idea¡­ Agatha took out the honey, evenly smeared it on the bread, and slowly put it into her mouth. At that moment, she genuinely felt the warmth brought on by the fragrance and sweetness of the food. ¡­ After dinner, she planned to read ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡± for a while before sleeping. The knowledge within might not be able to help her to further promote, but at least it could save her from feeling embarrassed in front of the common people. Recently, a batch of strangers came to the chemical plant. Paper told her that they were all from the Alchemist Workshop of the king¡¯s city. Every day, Agatha could see them walking between the laboratory and the chemical plant¡ªsometimes led by Kyle Sichi, and other times by Kyle¡¯s student, Chavez. But, whenever Agatha saw them, their faces had an expression of disbelief¡ªone could stuff an egg into any of their mouths¡ªas if that was the only expression they could show. Besides, several of them were excessively curious and seemed to take her as a famous alchemist. Whenever they got a chance, they would pose questions to her. In the beginning, the questions were extremely simple, but gradually became somewhat difficult to cope with. In order to maintain the dignity of the Senior Witches and the honor of the Quest Society, Agatha decided to keep her image in their eyes. After spending those days with the commoners, she once again confirmed that what the Union did was wrong. Roland has proven the wisdom of the noble, and the wisdom of these ordinary people is no less than that of the witches. It only took these ordinary people a few days to master the operation of the nitrogen equipment, while at the same time understanding the process of extracting nitrogen. In the beginning, they were arguing about the number of elements in the air, but now they were already discussing the composition of synthetic ammonia. Even a few white-haired old men, while smiling shyly, consulted with Paper, who was greatly startled. Obviously, they¡¯re rapidly learning everything around them. At this thought, Agatha felt overwhelmed with emotions. ¡°The witches are neither the fortunate chosen by the deities nor the unfortunate abandoned by the deities. Essentially, they¡¯re no different from the common people, which is a certainty of the destiny.¡± In this Battle of Divine Will, all should bare their corresponding destinies, and the witches are only a small cluster of people.¡± Perhaps this is the original intention of the deities. With any part missing, human beings can¡¯t win in this battle of destiny. Suddenly, there came a knock on the door. ¡°Come in,¡± Agatha said and turned around. ¡°The door isn¡¯t locked.¡± Then, a tall, blonde, unhooded woman came in, but Agatha felt this woman was always shrouded under a shadow. It was Nightingale. ¡°Anything you want?¡± Agatha asked her. ¡°His Majesty Roland wants to see you.¡± ¡°If he wants to emphasize the theory of balancing work and rest and convince me to come back earlier, I already knew it and will pay attention to it in the future,¡± Agatha said, twitching her lips. ¡°No need to waste his precious time on me.¡± ¡°Really¡­¡± said Nightingale, she blinked and felt Agatha was not bad-natured if one did not make an enemy of her. ¡°This is only one of the reasons. His Majesty also said he wants to fight the demons.¡± Agatha was startled for a moment. ¡°What?¡± Tossing the book on the table, she said, ¡°Quickly, take me to him!¡± ¡­ Agatha rushed into the Lord¡¯s office. Before Roland could say anything, Agatha asked anxiously, ¡°For the moment, we can¡¯t even put together ten Longsong Cannons and you want to attack Devil¡¯s Town? Do you think they¡¯re as fragile as human beings who throw away their helmets and flee after thousands of them are killed? You¡¯ll ruin the city and the good situation here!¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Roland looked astonished. ¡°What¡¯re you talking about?¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you planning to fight against the demons?¡± He looked at Nightingale and chuckled. ¡°No, that¡¯s not my plan. I don¡¯t want to destroy their camp. I only want to catch a few living demons.¡± Chapter 540 Chapter 540: Different Concerns Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Is that all?¡± Upon hearing it, Agatha felt slightly relieved. The demons¡¯ strength lay in their numbers. If faced only with a few Mad Demons, one or two Senior Witches would be able to defeat them. ¡°Have you found a way to confine them?¡± Agatha asked. ¡°The newly arrived witches are perfect for that,¡± Roland told her their abilities. ¡°After Iffy catches the demons, the cage can be easily carried by the balloon. Of course, I¡¯ll prepare some shackles, so it¡¯s not a big problem to tame them either. What I want to know is how long the Red Mist carried by the demons can last, and can the demons¡¯ blood be used to produce Sigils after they die?¡± ¡°No wonder¡­¡± Until that moment, Agatha had fully understood what Roland was up to. ¡°In general, a can of Red Mist can last for about a day. Demons will decide the number of mist cans to carry based on different tasks. For example, to carry out a surveillance or patrol mission, a demon¡¯s mount will carry three to four cans which is also its ability limit.¡± ¡°Why so?¡± Roland asked curiously. ¡°After leaving the strange Blackstone Pagoda, the mist will gradually lose effectiveness,¡± she explained. ¡°Otherwise, the Quest Society would have been keeping demons and Chaos Beasts and mass producing sigils. The Three Chiefs of the Union also tried that before. For example, they took the initiative to attack some of the demon¡¯s outposts to seize the small Blackstone Pagoda, but the enemies would always destroy it before their defeat, leaving the Blessed Warriors a withered stone pagoda.¡± ¡°Withered?¡± Roland asked in great surprise, ¡°Could stones wither too?¡± ¡°Nobody knew exactly what that thing was, but judging from the stone we brought back, ¡°withered¡± was the proper word to describe it.¡± Its once smooth surface became rough and dark; a lot of stone chips fell off when it was rubbed. It was totally different from its original appearance when the warriors first saw it.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Roland pondered for a while. ¡°If we can bring back a demon, can you produce the Sigil of Magic Stones?¡± ¡°If you can provide me with sufficient experimental materials, an independent laboratory, and 20 common people as assistants,¡± Agatha said while counting on her fingers, ¡°I have an 80% chance to produce simple Sigils, as to advanced Sigils¡­ Ah, anyway, you don¡¯t have the related Magic Stones to produce them.¡± ¡°These aren¡¯t the problem.¡± Roland hesitated and then asked in a low voice, ¡°The problem is, what if the entrapment mission draws too many demons?¡± Agatha could not help but laugh. ¡°You looked very confident. I thought you never worried about it.¡± ¡°Ahem, I just want to be absolutely certain about everything.¡± Agatha then said with a relaxing tone, ¡°Just take Miss Anna and me with them.¡± ¡°You and¡­ Anna?¡± ¡°You still lack a full understanding of the witches in your territory, Your Majesty.¡± Agatha sighed. ¡°You know, the Union, whose power covered the entire Fertile Plains, had just over 100 Senior Witches. Not more than 40 of them were combat witches. They held high positions in the Union and were the backbones of the Blessed Army. On the other hand, in your Witch Union, there¡¯re quite a few Senior Witches, and together with your strange weapons, their strength can be compared with the Wing of Holy Army. Defeating a group of demons won¡¯t be difficult for us. Even if we run into the Lord of Hell, Miss Anna can activate the Sigil of God¡¯s Will twice.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ I almost forgot about it.¡± Roland suddenly understood, so he said, ¡°Thank you for the suggestion.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome. Defeating demons is my lifetime aspiration. Please don¡¯t let me down, Your Majesty.¡± When Agatha was about to leave, Roland stopped her. ¡°Well, there is another thing I don¡¯t understand.¡± ¡°What¡¯s it?¡± ¡°Why did you resolutely oppose me attacking Devil¡¯s Town?¡± Roland raised his eyebrows. ¡°Your previous attitude was very different from now¡­ I remember at that time you not only demanded to attack the demons actively but also wanted to seize Chaos Beasts that may live in their camp at any cost, didn¡¯t you?¡± Agatha suddenly felt her cheeks burning up. She knew they must be red even without checking. ¡°At that time, I didn¡¯t believe that you had the ability to defeat the demons, but you were bragging about your military forces, so I was saying that in a fit of pique.¡± But it would be awkward to tell Roland the truth. But now the situation in the domain was sound. Given enough time, she believed the powers of humans would be increasingly stronger, so of course, her attitude had changed. ¡°Did I? I don¡¯t remember saying anything like that.¡± ¡°But you were¡­¡± ¡°Ahem, Your Majesty, I feel very sleepy.¡± She forced a yawn. ¡°Please excuse me now.¡± Then she immediately left the office. While she walked through the corridor leading to the Witch House, Agatha could feel the cool breeze gently blowing on her face, which gradually cooled her mood. Looking at the numerous stars in the sky, she suddenly remembered what Wendy said. ¡°One day, he¡¯ll become the King of Graycastle and lead us to defeat all our enemies. This is what I believe.¡± When looking at Wendy¡¯s convinced expression, Agatha felt both envious and slightly sad. She envied that Wendy had not been overwhelmed by the brutal reality, and she was sad to the fact that Wendy¡¯s conviction could not reverse the strength gap between humans and demons. But now, she began to believe it too. ******************* Iffy did not remember how she got back to the bedroom. Her mind was full of the memories of guns and cannons firing and roaring¡ªhundreds of soldiers, neatly arranged in rows, aimed at the targets in front of them and pulled the trigger. She could see nothing but thick white smoke, and even if she could feel the bullets with her magic power, she did not have enough time to trap them with her cage. ¡°His Majesty didn¡¯t lie. The metal bullets are much more powerful than the special bullets Maggie used when she fought with me. The metal bullets can destroy wooden targets 100 steps away, while in that distance, all the witches can do was to wait to be beaten. As for another weapon called cannon is even more terrible. Its attack range is several times of the guns, and one even needs a telescope to observe its shooting results. Moreover, the head of the guards said that¡¯s only the old-fashioned field artillery, and a weapon called 152 mm Longsong Cannon is the real trump card of the artillery troop.¡± Various sounds of explosion echoed in her head, which led to one thought. ¡°Heidi Morgan lied to us.¡± Iffy murmured. ¡°Maybe Heidi Morgan doesn¡¯t even know such a power is possible.¡± Softfeathers looked complex. Apparently, she was also shocked by the army training scenes she saw in the afternoon, ¡°What should we do next?¡± Iffy did not answer. ¡°No matter what purposes Heidi had previously held, at the moment, it means nothing because the Bloodfang Association simply can¡¯t afford what His Majesty wants¡ªTilly Wimbledon¡¯s assistant witches are more useful than the combat witches of the Bloodfang Association.¡± Looking back at the past few years, she found her abilities and growth experience which she was once proud of now looked more like a joke. Except for Annie, there was nothing else worthy of cherishing in her memory. After quite a while, she raised her head. ¡°I don¡¯t want to go back to the Bloodfang Association.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Softfeathers nodded with an almost unperceivable movement. ¡°Me neither.¡± And she was shocked. ¡°Are you crying?¡± Iffy then tasted something salty flowing into her mouth. Wiping her face, something wet reached her fingertips. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± It had been a long time since she tasted tears. Beasts never cry. Even if they do, they don¡¯t do it for themselves. If only Annie and I had run into the Witch Union from the very beginning. Closing her eyes, Iffy felt the salty rain trickling out from her heart. Annie, forgive me. Chapter 541 Chapter 541: The Mists of Bloodfang Association Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two days later, Roland met Iffy in his office again. Her complexion was much better now. In her eyes, they seemed to have more complex emotions, which made her look more fresh and alive, more ¡°human¡±. ¡°Heidi Morgan wants to see you, but she¡¯s not able to come over, so she asked Tilly Wimbledon to send us here.¡± Iffy bowed to Roland, and her opening remarks surprised Roland slightly. ¡°Lady Heidi doesn¡¯t like Her Highness, Tilly. She believes that combat witches are the real core of Sleeping Island, so the Bloodfang Association shouldn¡¯t just be treated as an ordinary witch organization. She wants to make a breakthrough with your help, and she promises to offer more than what Tilly offers. Of course¡­ I know Your Highness doesn¡¯t need them.¡± ¡°Tell me the details of the Bloodfang Association,¡± said Roland with a hand propping up his chin. ¡°Yes¡­¡± Her storytelling lasted about an hour, while Roland was frowning more and more. In the end, Roland could not help but ask, ¡°Does Tilly know about all of this?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Iffy shook her head. ¡°Lady Heidi forbids us from revealing the past of the Bloodfang Association, and seldom talks with Her Highness.¡± ¡°How about the other witch organizations in Sleeping Island?¡± ¡°They¡¯re closer to the witches from the Kingdom of Graycastle, especially after the building of the Sleeping Spell. Although some combat witches agree with Lady Heidi secretly, most of them don¡¯t want to confront Ashes.¡± ¡°It turns out the pressure on Tilly¡¯s shoulders is not much lesser than mine.¡± Roland felt impressed. ¡°Different from the situation that I¡¯m the perfectly justified ruler of the Western Region, witches of Sleeping Island are more like in a loose organization based on covenants. Although Tilly is the organizer, she actually doesn¡¯t have the authority over those small groups who came to join her.¡± Especially because of this, it showed Tilly¡¯s merits were superior to others¡ªuniting most of the assistant witches, and positively establishing connections with the secular rulers of other islands. In particular, the invention of the Sleeping Spell gave her a chance to manage all the other witches. After all, ¡°Assistant witches are equally important¡± should not be just a slogan. The witches¡¯ bounty guild just offered those assistant witches with various odd abilities an excellent stage to present themselves. When they completed missions and obtained a large amount of remuneration, they could then use it to improve the quality of their lives on Sleeping Island. Such a mindset would be formed gradually. After all, no powerful combat witch would like to spend her days chewing salted fish. Especially when the assistant witches had their status promoted, they would naturally favor Tilly. When the time came, as the leader of the guild, Tilly would undoubtedly gain a great power of speech. This was probably why Heidi Morgan could not wait any longer. In addition, the Bloodfang Association was full of doubtful points. As the daughter of Archduke Morgan, how could Heidi not be able to afford a group of non-combat witches? It was only fair to say that she did not intend to take those ¡°useless¡± people in from the very beginning. Different from the fact that witches from the Witch Cooperation Association wanted to be united to help each other, all that she wanted was a team which could fight for her benefits. Plus her obsession towards the Kingdom of Wolfheart, all of these made Roland vigilant against her. He should probably write a secret letter to Tilly, telling her to carefully watch out the moves of the Bloodfang Association. ¡°Didn¡¯t Heidi forbid you from revealing the secrets of the Bloodfang Association?¡± He lightly knocked on the desk. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to follow her instructions anymore?¡± Iffy bit on her lips. ¡°I want to join the Witch Union.¡± Roland stopped knocking and looked at her in surprise. Although he knew that the exhibition of the powers of the thermal weapons would greatly strike the powerful and arrogant combat witches, he did not expect the effect would be so¡­ extraordinary. ¡°But you hurt Maggie.¡± He contemplated for a while. ¡°Right now I can¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°About that, you can punish me as you wish.¡± Iffy unbuttoned her robe. Almost at the same time, a pair of hands covered Roland¡¯s eyes from behind. But Nightingale seemed to have forgotten that she was in the mist and that her transparent fingers could not block Roland¡¯s vision. Iffy lowered her robe and turned her back to Roland. Roland could not help but gasp. He could see, on Iffy¡¯s back there were all sorts of whip scars. The restored wounds looked like numerous earthworms lying crisscross on her back, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding delicate skin. As the wounds had been healed, even Nana could not do anything to them with her healing ability. Those scars remained as they were. When Iffy talked about the rigorous fighting trainings in the Bloodfang Association, she only used very brief words. Now when Roland thought back, he could vaguely smell the bloody atmosphere in her words. ¡°Put on your clothes,¡± he said with a low voice. ¡°But, Your Majesty¡­¡± Nightingale had shown herself and pulled up Iffy¡¯s robe to the shoulders. ¡°If you want to join the Witch Union, then don¡¯t bring the Bloodfang Association¡¯s ways of handling things here.¡± Roland suddenly felt a suppression in his chest. ¡°You can apply to Wendy. As to whether the other witches would accept you, it¡¯ll depend on your performance.¡± He paused. ¡°Anyway, City of Neverwinter is the home to witches. Even if you don¡¯t join the union, you can settle down here.¡± Upon hearing this, Iffy¡¯s shoulders loosened. ¡°Thank you¡­ for your kindness.¡± ¡­ After watching her leave, Roland stood up, walked to the French window, and let out a deep breath. Till now, his team for arresting demons was fully assembled and yet he could not feel relaxed. ¡°Actually, she¡¯s very lucky,¡± Nightingale walked to him and said. ¡°Can that be called lucky?¡± ¡°Compared with her friend Annie, at least she survived. If the Bloodfang Association is really the only witch organization survived in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, then its members will end tragically in case they get caught by the church or the noble. That¡¯s also why the member witches yearned so much for the Holy Mountain.¡± A doubt suddenly emerged in Roland¡¯s heart. ¡°Were those non-combat witches really sent to other witch organizations by Heidi Morgan? To avoid the exposure of their whereabouts, the witches seldom contacted one another, and their gathering places changed frequently. How did Heidi gathered such information? After all, the foothold of an organization is a matter of life and death. If not to particularly trusted persons, the organization leader probably won¡¯t tell other people of their gathering sites easily.¡± Even if Heidi knew all that, sending the witches to other organizations was highly risky of an exposure. Would the other organizations willingly accept whatever she threw at them? The more he thought about it, the more he found it weird. But Nightingale confirmed that Iffy was not lying. Obviously, the problem lay within the founders of the Bloodfang Association. In conclusion, Heidi seemed more dangerous now. Roland realized that he should convey the information to Tilly as soon as possible so that she could carry out an investigation and make some early preparations. The daughter of Archduke Morgan was most likely not royal to witches. Chapter 542 Chapter 542: The Wicked Journey Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Sister, we¡¯ve arrived.¡± Cole Kant happily rushed into the cabin. ¡°I¡¯ve told you twice during this trip to not call me sister.¡± Edith raised her head and took a glance at him. ¡°Have you forgotten?¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Cole shivered. ¡°No, I still remember.¡± ¡°Then who am I?¡± ¡°My, my Clerk, Miss Edith.¡± ¡°Who are you then?¡± ¡°Father¡­ No, the ambassador sent out by Calvin Kant, the Duke of the Northern Region.¡± ¡°Great. Make sure that you don¡¯t make the same mistake for the third time.¡± Edith stood up, stretched her stiff limbs, and walked out of the cabin. ¡°Call all the members of the emissary delegation. Let¡¯s go to the inner city.¡± This was a little trick Edith liked to play. She liked to secretly observe the person she was about to negotiate with and then only revealed herself after having a rough understanding of what kind of person the other party was. In doing so, she could take precautions beforehand and impress the other. If the one she negotiated with was male, he would most likely be interested in her. She never tried to hide her gender; on the contrary, she used it as a social advantage. Since she was called the Pearl of the Northern Region, she certainly needed to make good use of it. ¡°How about¡­ the heads then?¡± ¡°Leave them on the boat, unless you want to hold them in your bedroom.¡± She twitched her mouth. ¡°They have gone rotten.¡± Walking off the trestle, Edith noticed that there were many boats on the canal. Many people were at the dock, most of whom carried big luggage. Judging from their clothing, they looked neither like slaves, nor businessmen. She was quite curious about it because as far as she knew, people in the other walks of life seldom traveled at the spring plowing season. She sent for a servant. ¡°Go ask them where they¡¯re going.¡± ¡°What does it have to do with us?¡± Cole asked in bewilderment. ¡°Since Roland Wimbledon has taken over this city, he must have issued some new policies to declare his authority. What he said can, in a way, reflect his characteristics. So, it certainly has something to do with us.¡± Edith smiled. ¡°Of course you can pay a few gold royals for the Rats to gather the information, but I personally prefer first-hand information.¡± ¡°Is, is that so¡­¡± ¡°You need to observe more, think more, my dear ambassador.¡± She said, ¡°This is a rare opportunity.¡± On the other side of the city gate, the streets were filled with more pedestrians. There were booths on both sides of the road. He could hear constant cries from vendors. A few years ago, Edith had been to the king¡¯s city to participate in the fifth princess¡¯ adulthood ceremony with her father. This city had not changed much. It was still as busy as it used to be. If it were in the City of Evernight, one could have never seen such a crowd except for a holiday or a celebration. All of a sudden, a speaker on the street caught her attention. ¡°Hold on for a while.¡± Edith ordered the troop to stop and joined the crowd with Cole. ¡°Can you saw wood? Can you lay bricks? Can you take care of cattle and sheep? As long you specialize in something, you¡¯re the talents His Majesty is looking for! Go to Western Region. There, His Majesty is building a new king¡¯s city¡ªCity of Neverwinter! Your talent will bring you a huge reward!¡± ¡°Talent?¡± Edith pondered on it for a while. ¡°What an interesting name¡­ However, what does it mean by a new king¡¯s city? The City of Neverwinter? Is there such a city in Western Region?¡± Pacing forward a little bit, she saw another group of people. ¡°Witches are innocent. This is the repentance the High Priest wrote down right before his execution,¡± another speaker said, waving the document in his hand. ¡°They may be your close relatives, your daughter, your sister!¡± If you¡¯re still afraid of them, send them to the City of Neverwinter! They¡¯ll be well taken care of. If you hate to part with them, you can go with them! His Majesty has promised, the witches¡¯ families will get an accommodation to protect from wind and rain. Plus, you¡¯ll also get a decent job!¡± ¡°Has the High Priest been executed?¡± Cole said with his eyes wide open. On the other hand, Edith frowned. ¡°If this is Roland Wimbledon¡¯s new policy, the way he promotes it¡¯s quite melodramatic. Isn¡¯t he afraid to provoke the church to a full revenge? That¡¯ll be nothing like the fight among nobles, but a deadly war against the heresies. No idea whether it¡¯s a blessing or a curse to serve such a king.¡± It took her an hour to walk through the street leading to the inner city. She found actually the street was full of such speakers who basically repeatedly told whatever His Majesty had done after conquering the king¡¯s city. Anyone who came to the king¡¯s city only needed to listen on the street for half a day to understand the changes His Majesty had made, without the need to get any help from the Rats. ¡°My Lady, I¡¯ve found it out.¡± The servant who was sent to inquire about the news caught up with the team, panting. ¡°They¡¯re all going¡­¡± ¡°City of Neverwinter, right?¡± Edith interrupted him. ¡°You, you knew it?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t bother finding a hotel now. We¡¯re going to the palace to submit the emissary document.¡± Her heart was filled with a vague sense of foreboding. ¡°Now, hurry!¡± ¡­ ¡°What?¡± Cole asked in surprise. ¡°His Majesty left the king¡¯s city a week ago? Without even holding an inauguration ceremony?¡± ¡°That¡¯s what the receptionist said,¡± the attendant reported. ¡°At first His Majesty left a man named Barov Mons, his chief minister, behind to take care of daily affairs, but Barov Mons left the king¡¯s city yesterday too. Apart from the servants, there¡¯s nobody else in the palace. The receptionist said if you want to talk with the City Hall, he can pass the message for you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine,¡± Edith said in a cold voice. She did not expect her hunch was right. She had been traveling non-stop all the way, yet still was too late to catch up with Roland. ¡°Roland was really planning to move the capital, leave this splendid city behind, and rebuild a new capital city in Western Region! What¡¯s exactly in his head? To build a city on such a scale as the king¡¯s city would take at least 30 to 40 years!¡± ¡°What should we do?¡± Looking at the stunned members of the emissary delegation, Cole asked quietly. After a long while, she said sullenly, ¡°Turn around. Head for the City of Neverwinter!¡± ¡°They¡¯ve left anyway. No need to hurry,¡± Cole said with a bitter face. ¡°It¡¯s been a week since I took a shower last time. I feel lice are about to grow on my body.¡± Edith turned her head and found her collar also smelled weird. Finally, she sighed. ¡°Let¡¯s find a hotel for the night. We¡¯ll set off tomorrow morning.¡± In the next morning, when the emissary delegation arrived at the dock, they found their boat had been burned to a skeleton. ¡°What happened?¡± For the first time, Edith felt confused. ¡°Ahem, don¡¯t be mad, sis-Miss Edith. Observe more, think more¡­¡± Cole waved his hand and stopped a passerby. ¡°The dock will catch fire as well?¡± ¡°Ah, you mean that.¡± The passerby enthusiastically explained, ¡°No idea who sneakily hid bodies on their boat. The Rats who tried to steal something from the boat smelled it.¡± You know, people are very cautious about such stuff. After all, half a year ago a demonic plague struck the city, which was exactly caused by the bodies distributed by the church. Anyway, to deal with them, burning is the safest way. The captain has been arrested by the guards for interrogation. Oh, do you know him?¡± Edith was startled, not knowing what face she should put on. After a long silence, she uttered, ¡°I don¡¯t know him. Thanks.¡± ¡°It seems we need to find a new boat.¡± She thought. ¡°I guess this trip of loyalty won¡¯t go as smoothly as I imagined¡­¡± Chapter 543 Chapter 543: The Turning Point Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Barov was like a different person when Roland met him again. He looked vigorous and radiant, and even his chest had risen considerably. His footsteps were powerful and conveyed a strong sense of confidence. He was not how a 50-year-old minister typically looked. It seemed that the days he spent in the king¡¯s city was highly satisfactory. ¡°If I had known it, I would have called you back a little later.¡± Roland joked. ¡°No, Your Majesty. Regardless of how prosperous the City of Dawn is, it can¡¯t compare with the City of Neverwinter personally created by you.¡± Barov responded while smoothing his mustache. ¡°Wherever I am, my heart will always be with you.¡± Why do these words¡­ sound so weird and awkward? Roland coughed twice and attempted to change the subject. ¡°How¡¯s the situation over there?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. With my students and the First Army around, the new assigned nobles aren¡¯t able to create trouble even if they intend to,¡± the director replied smugly. ¡°I¡¯ve deliberately given them more space to fight for money and power among themselves. As long as they don¡¯t disrupt the normal livelihoods of the citizens, that is acceptable. I believe that, for a long period of time henceforth, they¡¯ll scheme and scramble among themselves to attain the tiniest amount of power¡ªafter all, they¡¯ve had absolutely no qualification to enter the City Hall thus far.¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed a good idea.¡± Roland commented and laughed. Although he knew a thing or two about political balancing and other control strategies, he was obviously not as good at actualizing them as these old foxes who had been involved in politics for a long time. While they might not be the wiliest of foxes, they were definitely thick-skinned and vicious enough. It could be said that it was only now that Barov revealed the true extent of his talents. As the king, Roland could stay out of dabbling in dirty political tricks himself. As long as he had the personnel, law and military power in his grip, nobody would dare to covet his authority. ¡°Your Majesty, may I ask where have you sent Treasurer Lauren Moore?¡± Barov revealed a little displeasure as he sighed. ¡°The ceremonial officer told me that you didn¡¯t execute him.¡± ¡°He siphoned off some of the relief rations distributed to the people, colluded with the former Prime Minister, and was involved in the exploitation of refugees.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°His crimes didn¡¯t warrant execution, and while at his age, he wasn¡¯t suitable to be sent to the mines. The only thing I could do was to deport him.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a real¡­ pity.¡± ¡°Why, you need him for something?¡± ¡°Of course not. Lauren was rather influential in the king¡¯s city. I was just afraid that the lower nobles wouldn¡¯t be able to handle him.¡± Barov laughed and shook his head. ¡°As my mentor, he bullied me for a long time. I regret that I didn¡¯t have the opportunity to see him begging for mercy.¡± Roland joined the laughter. ¡°I believe that he could bring his whole family to the Kingdom of Dawn. Who knows, you may get to see him again one day.¡± Let¡¯s not talk about this. I called you back because I intend to build a few factories. They¡¯re related to the upcoming series of major reforms in the City of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Do you need a lot of people?¡± ¡°Yes indeed, otherwise I¡¯d only have to call Karl.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll need at least 3,000 people.¡± Barov forced a smile. ¡°Your Majesty, that¡¯s a huge demand worthy of you. In other cities, there¡¯s no chance that a project would require 3,000 people at the same time.¡± ¡°The good news is, not every one of these 3,000 people needs to be literate. I¡¯ll only require more than 200 of them to have completed primary education.¡± ¡°What do you want to build?¡± Roland placed the records which were prepared long ago in front of the director. ¡°A coke plant, a steel plant, and a forge.¡± ¡°Is the steel produced by Miss Anna not enough?¡± Barov asked. ¡°The problem is that it¡¯s too inefficient.¡± Roland sighed. ¡°Her magic power should be used for more sophisticated manufacturing, rather than wasted on preparing the materials for steam engines. I hope that I can ¡°de-witch¡± the basic industrial productions this year.¡± At present, the industries of Neverwinter had reached an turning point. If a breakthrough was not found, it would be hard to progress. This was because the source power machines heavily depended on Anna¡¯s materials, and therefore the scale of production could not be expanded. In fact, the steam engines could be produced without using such a high grade of steel. The first generation of steam engines was made out of iron only. Now, the preconditions for a breakthrough had been fully satisfied. The coal mine was able to handle all of the coking processes¡ªcoke was one of the primary ingredients of large-scale steelmaking. The dozen or so earth blast furnaces in the Furnace Area also supplied an abundant amount of iron ingots. Steel could be smelted using a simple converter, while the steam hammers in the forge could be used to create components that the other factories could directly process. If these procedures could be made into a cycle, Anna would be completely liberated from her duties, and only normal people would be needed throughout the production process. After Roland outlined the important tasks of the three projects, Barov quickly understood the meaning of ¡°de-witch¡±. ¡°I understand, Your Majesty. However, are these things really possible?¡± He appeared unconvinced. ¡°Can we really obtain enough steel without relying on the demons¡¯¡­ ahem, witches¡¯ powers? You may not have known that in other cities, it¡¯s common for a piece of forged steel to cost 20 times the price of a piece of pig iron.¡± In this era, steel was forged by the blacksmith¡¯s hammer. The repeated hammering of the iron ingots caused excess carbon and other impurities to be oxidized until steel was formed. Of course, the efficiency of this process was unspeakably low, and a lot of raw materials would be wasted. A significant amount of iron would break off due to oxidation, and therefore several pieces of iron ingot were necessary to produce a usable piece of steel. This explained why a full set of body armor that was completely made of steel was the lifelong desire of many knights. It could even be passed down from generation to generation as a family treasure. From a certain perspective, the laborious method of producing steel could give one the false perception that the effort put into it made it more exquisite and higher-grade. Now that City of Neverwinter could mass produce steel, believed by most people to be the witches¡¯ work, Barov¡¯s suspicions were not hard to understand. However, to Roland, steel was just iron with a different proportion of carbon. ¡°I won¡¯t say it¡¯s easy. Both coking and converter steelmaking require techniques that were discovered by trial and error. However¡­¡± Roland paused briefly. ¡°These projects are definitely achievable. When they¡¯re completed, there¡¯ll be hundreds of chimneys in the industrial area. The monthly output of steel will exceed the current annual output. We¡¯ll then have an endless supply of steel to produce bicycles, ships, all kinds of machines, and even houses. Everything that you see will be made of steel. It¡¯ll be in everyone¡¯s homes, and even the common folk will be able to use steel utensils and tools.¡± Barov remained speechless for a long time before he finally replied, ¡°I¡¯ll draw up a recruitment plan and financial allocation plan for you to review as quickly as possible.¡± ¡°Okay, you¡¯ll be in charge of the preparatory work for this,¡± Roland said in encouragement. As Barov walked toward the office door, he abruptly turned back and bowed down at Roland. ¡°It¡¯ll be my pleasure and honor to see a world like that, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 544 Chapter 544: A New Source of Power Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°The prospect of a new world, huh?¡± Roland could not help laughing. He then asked Nightingale to summon Anna in. At these times, Nightingale would leave voluntarily to give the two of them privacy. Anna was wearing a light blue one-piece dress, underneath which her knee-length black stockings were visible, and her feet were covered in a pair of moccasins. All these made her appear particularly lively. These modern-styled items of clothing were tailored under the guidance of Roland during his spare time using flow-coated fabrics that were provided by Soraya. They were extremely light, easy to wear, and highly durable. They were thus perfectly suitable for Anna to wear when she was crafting apparatus. Whenever Roland looked into her sparkling eyes, he would feel a surge of happiness and smile uncontrollably. Of course, he no longer needed to act as mannerly as he used to. He wrapped his arms around her and sat her on his lap. Then he took a sniff of her hair and kissed her cheek before getting to the point. ¡°I want to develop a new source of energy.¡± ¡°Will it be something like the steam engine?¡± She turned her head back to face him. Her collarbone could be seen protruding along her fair neck. Roland could not resist reaching his hand out to stroke her collarbone. It tickled her such that she began to laugh shyly. ¡°Your Majesty, be proper.¡± ¡°Hehe, alright.¡± He placed Anna on the seat and stood up to extract a stack of blueprints from the files on one side of the table. ¡°Have a look at this first¡­ How much can you understand it?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Whenever Anna was studying something, her expression would turn completely solemn. Roland would often feel an unexplainable sense of shame and inferiority when he observed her looking aloof¡ªit felt to him as though he was sitting in a naturally well-lit classroom and peeking at the smartest student in the class. In order to counteract this feeling, he thought of the naughty things he would do to her at night. ¡°I¡¯ve more or less understood everything.¡± After Anna looked through the last of the blueprints, she thought for a moment and nodded. ¡°It¡¯s also powered by steam, except that the piston is replaced by windmill blades, and therefore saves energy on the reciprocating motion of the connecting rods. Am I right?¡± ¡°You¡¯re absolutely right.¡± Roland discarded his wild thoughts and put on a serious face. ¡°It¡¯s called the steam turbine. While it¡¯s also powered by high-pressure steam, its efficiency is much higher than the steam engine.¡± This was the revolutionary product which Roland had conceived for a long time. It could be said that Anna was the main reason why he wanted to rid the basic industries of dependence on witches¡ªonly this way would she be able to focus on high-end mechanical production. The steam turbine was his experiment within this field. Turbines had many uses. They could be used to power ships and provide electricity, especially the latter¡ªit could be foreseen that after Fallen Dragon Ridge was captured, Countess Spear would have to spend a long time sorting out government affairs. It would not be wise to rely solely on Mystery Moon¡¯s magic power to provide night lighting for the industry area, not to mention the residential area¡¯s electricity supply. Roland certainly did not want to admit that this was a planning failure caused by his lack of experience. In order to make up this mistake, he had to think of an alternative means of producing electricity. Due to the natural flaws of the circulation principle, the electricity generated by steam engines was inconsistent. Furthermore, Roland had weak knowledge of voltage regulation. It was thus a more suitable choice to use steam turbines, which had more stable output power and higher thermal efficiency. ¡°What do I have to do first?¡± Anna asked. ¡°Remember what you did for the gunboat?¡± Roland showed her a blueprint of a blade. ¡°You¡¯ll need to build an operable model of this. It only needs to be about one meter in length. The main problem you have to solve is the angle of the blade. It has to allow high-pressure steam to flow smoothly through every stator grille. If you can do this, more than half of the work would be done.¡± Yet, how could a usable end product be built without detailed data? The only way was repeated trial and error. As for the core of the turbine¡ªRoland was not worried about the difficulty of altering the impeller because the cutting precision of Blackfire was much higher than any modern machining tool. He also did not worry about the strength of the materials¡ªafter all, impellers usually operated at a temperature of 500 to 600¡ãC, and the alloy steel discovered by Lucia was more than competent for this task. The key problem was the angular coordination between the stator cascade and the impeller. The former was like a fixed barrier that could alter the angular direction of the passage of steam so as to prevent the steam from impacting with the impeller all at the same time. It also prevented directional disorder and the production of opposite forces. In essence, it was like a comb for airflow disorder. If the model that Anna built was operable, Roland would mass produce it, and then there would be no more difficulties. After the processing methods and the quality of materials were improved, the industrial results would be inevitably substantial. ¡°I understand.¡± Anna¡¯s eyes gleamed, as though signaling that she was ready to begin work. ¡°No hurry.¡± Roland held her hand tightly. ¡°You should have heard from Wendy that I¡¯ve decided to launch an attack to capture the demons.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Anna replied, ¡°will you be going along?¡± Roland shook his head calmly. ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± Anna rested her head on his shoulder. ¡°The last time, I was almost frightened to death when I saw you injured.¡± ¡°Really? But I¡¯ve heard from Nightingale that you were the calmest person around. If it wasn¡¯t for your decisive plan, I might truly have¡­¡± Before he could finish his sentence, Anna covered his mouth with her soft hand. ¡°Don¡¯t say that word.¡± She only loosened her hand after Roland nodded in acknowledgement. He then continued, ¡°Anyway, what I want to say is that you have to take good care of yourself, understand? If anything happens, use the Sigil of God¡¯s Will immediately without hesitation. It¡¯s okay even if you don¡¯t capture the demons¡­ I¡¯ll be waiting at the castle for your triumphant return.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry.¡± Anna laughed. ¡°I won¡¯t let them hurt the other witches either.¡± ¡­ After Anna left, Roland stayed silent for a long time before he murmured, ¡°Are you around?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Nightingale¡¯s figure appeared on top of the study table. ¡°But I didn¡¯t eavesdrop on what the two of you said. I only returned after she left.¡± Roland stood up and walked over to the window. While looking towards the direction of the snow mountains, he explained to Nightingale the hunting plan that he had conceived. ¡°Before setting out, you all will have to rehearse a few times to familiarize with the entire hunting procedure, as well as understand your own and one another¡¯s tasks. Moreover, this plan is only effective if you¡¯re facing a small number of demons. It¡¯ll have to be adjusted based on the situation.¡± He paused briefly before continuing. ¡°If you ever run into the worst kind of situation¡­ and I mean the most hopeless and irredeemable situation, you must bring Anna back no matter what.¡± Nightingale did not say anything. Instead, she waited until Roland turned his head back to look at her, before replying with a disconcerting look on her face. ¡°Is this the real reason why you aren¡¯t going?¡± Roland could not deny the truth. ¡°If not, you¡¯d definitely choose to save me, right?¡± ¡°¡­ understood.¡± Nightingale sighed lightly. ¡°I¡¯ll do my best.¡± ¡°It¡¯s all on you.¡± Roland patted her shoulders and enunciated. Chapter 545 Chapter 545: Battle Rehearsal Translator: TransN Editor: TransN City of Neverwinter, north of the border city wall. Upon reaching the former test site, Iffy found that many witches were already gathered there. Among them were Maggie and her perpetual companion, a golden-haired young girl. ¡°She seems to be called Lightning.¡± Iffy thought. When the young girl saw Iffy, she viciously shook her fist and grimaced, before tugging Maggie to a far distance away. If it were three days ago, Iffy would have made it a point to lecture the two of them that they have to maintain respect in front of a combat witch. But this time, she simply laughed silently. The young girl¡¯s alert expression reminded Iffy of Annie. ¡°When I was at that age, Annie was justlike that girl. She was always careful and vigilant, and always walked in front to protect me.¡± It¡¯s clearly only by chance that the two of us sought refuge together. Perhaps, this is what the Union calls¡­ ¡°sisters¡±. ¡°Since everyone¡¯s here, I¡¯ll begin to explain the mission. It¡¯s codenamed ¡®Melting Point¡¯ and Miss Agatha will be the commander.¡± Roland proclaimed before he walked into the middle of the audience. ¡°Of course, many of you already know the details of the mission. However, for the sake of the newcomers, I¡¯ll explain everything all over again.¡± Do the newcomers¡­ refer to me? Iffy immediately gathered her focus. No matter what, this is the first mission assigned by the new lord. Since he has asked me to take part, it means that there¡¯s some battle involved. This will be a good opportunity to demonstrate the value of my abilities. Iffy thought. ¡°In order to understand the enemy¡¯s strength and hasten the research of the Sigil of Magic Stones, you all will be heading to Devil¡¯s Town behind the snow mountains. You¡¯ll draw the demons out to fight, and use ambush to capture them alive¡­¡± ¡­ After Roland finished his explanation, Iffy was unable to collect her wits for a long time. Surely there¡¯s nothing wrong with my ears! Jesus, is he serious? Were these demons really responsible for destroying the witches¡¯ empire that ruled over the entire mainland? This blue-haired woman, who serves as the commander of this mission, is a senior witch from over 400 years ago? The Battle of Divine Will shall decide the fate of mankind? These nasty enemies are hiding somewhere not far from the Western Region? How is any of this possible! She maintained a stiff face as she glanced over at the other witches. However, she realized that there was not a hint of surprise on any of their faces. It was apparent that all of them knew of these things beforehand. ¡°Now, Agatha will talk about the things you¡¯ll need to pay attention to during the mission, as well as brief you on the tactical arrangement.¡± Agatha nodded and stepped forth. ¡°According to our intelligence, there¡¯s a vigilant Eye Demon in the demons¡¯ camp. This is crucial to our plan to lure the demons out. Anyone who sees it will be seen back by it. If our position is adjudged to be far away, the first group of enemies to be expected will be the Flying Devilbeasts. There aren¡¯t many of these demons, particularly in such a remote place. The last time we went, there were only two. I don¡¯t expect the number to have changed.¡± ¡°We are disadvantaged in aerial combat, and therefore the best plan is to draw them towards the ground. If so, I¡¯ll be able to handle both of them myself. However, the Mad Demons which they may carry on their backs will be left to Miss Iffy to handle.¡± Agatha glanced at the latter. ¡°If you manage to capture them, our mission will be considered a success.¡± ¡°She seems to be only slightly older than me, but yet it¡¯s said that she has lived for over 400 years?¡± Iffy remained in a daze for a while before mumbling incoherently, ¡°I, I understand.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve never seen demons before, and so it¡¯s normal to be doubtful.¡± Agatha seemed to have read her thoughts. ¡°Wendy has records of the Association¡¯s encounters with demons. After the rehearsal, you may go and have a look. This will save you from being completely stunned when you see them in reality.¡± These words made Iffy frown involuntarily. ¡°Completely stunned? Even if the enemies come straight from hell, they¡¯ll soon be crying piteously in the cage I set for them!¡± ¡°How do we pull them towards the ground?¡± Lightning asked. ¡°Abandon the hot air balloon and enter the Misty Forest.¡± Agatha crouched on the ground and used stones to create a visual diagram. ¡°When Sylvie notices the enemies chasing, you and Maggie will immediately escort those on the balloon into the forest. I¡¯ve confirmed this with His Majesty. If it¡¯s a hydrogen balloon, Wendy will be able to operate it alone. Together with Sylvie making eye contact with the Eye Demon, the two of them will be able to escape at the same time.¡± ¡°As the Devilbeasts approach the balloon, you¡¯ll then be responsible to lure them into the forest. Because their lines of vision will be obstructed, they¡¯ll descend to the ground and hunt. Be careful of the enemies¡¯ spears. I trust that you¡¯ll be able to evade them easily.¡± ¡°Ooh, this plan sounds exciting.¡± Lightning exclaimed with a wide grin on her face. ¡°Count on me!¡± ¡°The forest is Leaf¡¯s natural home ground. Once the demons enter the ambush area, they¡¯ll be trapped. I don¡¯t have to tell you what to do next.¡± ¡°What if there are more than two Devilbeasts?¡± A witch with jade green hair asked. ¡°If there are several of them, the demons will probably split up and hunt. What you can do is to keep a few more people in the balloon to conduct aerial surveillance, while the rest enter the forest.¡± Agatha paused for a moment. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, Anna will handle any enemies in the air. But remember, the lethal range of the Sigil of God¡¯s Will is limited. It¡¯s best to activate the Sigil only when the Devilbeasts gather together. Furthermore, Anna won¡¯t be able to use her own abilities while activating the Sigil. During that time, Leaf, you must make sure to protect Anna.¡± ¡°How about me?¡± Nightingale questioned. ¡°You¡¯ll accompany Iffy. Her ability is only effective within a range of ten steps, and therefore she¡¯s vulnerable to the demons¡¯ spears when in an exposed position. You¡¯ll use your Mist to shorten the distance with the enemies quickly.¡± ¡°Okay¡­¡± Nightingale turned her head and took a good look at Iffy. The latter immediately felt the aura of the former¡¯s magical power. It was sharp and cold, as though it was a substance of its own. ¡°Don¡¯t you be a burden.¡± Iffy could sense that the former was also a combat witch. Not only that the former had experienced many bloody battles and had a lot of blood on her hands. ¡°Alright, everyone shall begin the rehearsal.¡± Agatha clapped her hands in encouragement. ¡°We¡¯ll start with luring the demons out.¡± ¡­ An hour into the rehearsal, Iffy already had a general understanding of the abilities of every witch participating in the mission. She was surprised that there were many witches here who could be considered combat witches. Take Leaf for example. She hid her in a tree trunk in the forest. She could manipulate the entire forest to do her bidding. This type of ability was almost inconceivable and was on a level that completely transcended the usual limits of a witch. Or Wendy, who although was only in charge of controlling the balloon, could summon a small hurricane that turned stones and dirt into painful bolts. Agatha¡¯s frost could serve both as a shield and a sharp blade. She was therefore equally proficient in offense and defense, at least when at close range. Nightingale was even more terrifying. Once she entered her Mist, she could travel to almost any part of the world she wanted. The physical obstructions of the real world did not affect her at all. Having experienced the power of this ability, Iffy could imagine that in a real battle, it made its user invincible. By moving without trace and being impossible to guard against, Nightingale would make all enemies despair quickly. Yet, the most curious talent of all was Anna. According to the mission plan, this young woman who looked like she was barely out of her adolescence was the real ace in the team. ¡°How powerful does her ability have to be to vanquish all of the demons in one go?¡± Iffy did not have to wait long to know the answer. Chapter 546 Chapter 546: The Mystery of God¡¯s Stones Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Anna¡¯s task was completely separated from everyone else¡¯s. She only began to practice using the Sigil of God¡¯s Will after everyone else was completely familiar with the entire hunting process. Although Iffy could not comprehend what kind of ability the Sigil of God¡¯s Will possessed, she could observe that the witches were all extremely excited about the rehearsal that was about to happen. Did they rarely get a chance to see Anna display her ability? Iffy¡¯s curiosity grew. She watched as Anna strolled towards the middle of the field carrying an odd-looking sheet of metal in her hands. Anna did not look like a combat witch at all. Her calm expression resembled the crystal clear water of a lake. From her movements and gestures, it was evident that she had never been in a life-and-death battle before. The sheet of metal she was carrying also puzzled Iffy greatly. It was only about the size of a palm and was perfectly flat on both sides. Glittering gemstones were embedded on it. In no way did it look like a weapon. ¡°Let the balloons fly.¡± Agatha gestured towards the direction of the Misty Forest. After a short while, several colorful balloons emerged from the forest canopy and flew up high into the sky. ¡°Go! Shoot them down!¡± She shouted. ¡°Wait¡­ this is probably too far.¡± Iffy mused. ¡°The distance from the field to the edge of the forest is at least 250 meters. How would Anna be able to shoot these things down without flying? Unless, she¡¯s also able to transcend the usual limits of ability, and deliver the effects of her magic power to the sky?¡± Anna nodded at Agatha. She raised the sheet of metal and pointed it in the direction of the balloons. Shortly, Iffy witnessed a scene that she could hardly believe¡­ The four gemstones emitted a dazzling light at the same time. In a split second, the sheet of metal turned to gold in color. Thunderous claps were heard from the clear sky, while rays of light weaved together in the clouds and spattered. It was as if a new sun was being formed in the heavens. Her ability can actually manipulate the entire sky!? Before the crowd could even exclaim in astonishment, a blinding beam of gold light burst out of Anna¡¯s hands directly toward the balloons. The light rays in the sky were also controlled, and immediately, numerous thunderbolts could be seen following along the trail of the golden light and violently sweeping through the locations of the targets. It all seemed like a punishment that only God could have ordained! To Iffy, it was as though the deafening roars came from right beside her ears, causing her brain to buzz for a long time. By the time the light rays disappeared, she had yet to recover fully. What kind of amazing ability is this? Iffy¡¯s body continued to quiver uncontrollably as she stared at the empty sky above the forest. ¡°Even if all of the combat witches of the Bloodfang Association gathered together, they would not be able to handle such a force. Did she rely on her own abilities or that sheet of metal to be able to do this?¡± In the face of a show of strength like this, it would not make a difference if the enemies were the wild beasts which Heidi Morgan mentioned or just a flock of sheep. Iffy suddenly remembered His Majesty Roland¡¯s suggestion. Is this¡­ the power of the senior witches? ******************* It turned out that it was also the first time that Roland witnessed a complete demonstration of the power of the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. The initial light rays seemed to leave an invisible trail behind them, allowing the golden thunderbolts that followed behind to take the same path. Furthermore, the location of the first thunderbolt strike was situated at the edge of the forest. This probably meant that the user of the Sigil was able to control it such that it only split apart when near to the enemies. Another thing that Roland observed about the light rays was that they were only about as thick as an arm when released, but they quickly expanded in the shape of a fan, and the eventual range of each ray was approximately 50 meters. During the age of cold weapons, this was undoubtedly considered an apocalyptic weapon of mass destruction. ¡°Are all of those light rays¡­ created by magic power?¡± Roland looked at Nightingale. ¡°I guess, probably, yes.¡± The latter hesitated for a bit before answering. ¡°Probably?¡± ¡°In the mist, I could indeed see the frenzied surge of magic power, but¡­¡± She revealed a puzzled look on her face. ¡°Its color is different from any magic power that I know or have seen before.¡± ¡°What color is it?¡± ¡°Black, or should I say, the color of no light.¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°They looked like black holes formed by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation.¡± Roland shuddered. ¡°How is it possible that the color of the magic power of the gold-glittering Sigil is black in the misty world? Does this mean that the characteristics of their magic power are the same or at least similar?¡± In his brief trance, Roland seemed to think of something. ¡°There¡¯s a relationship between the God¡¯s Stones and Magic Stones.¡± It seemed as if he was on the verge of an audacious theory. After he returned to his office in the castle, he summoned Agatha in. ¡°How many times did your people research on the Sigil of God¡¯s Will?¡± ¡°Not many. I¡¯ve already told you everything that we found out. After all, only our chiefs were able to activate this type of sigil. Because their magic powers were crucial to our battles, there wasn¡¯t much that could be spared for this kind of experiment.¡± She then asked curiously, ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Is something wrong?¡± ¡°You mentioned before that the Sigil was able to penetrate the defenses of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, right?¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°Not all the time. It depends on the quality of the God¡¯s Stones.¡± ¡°Have you never observed the characteristics of the Sigil of God¡¯s Will¡¯s magic power?¡± Roland asked softly. ¡°In the Mist, the magical thunderbolts invoked by the Sigil are the same color as the God¡¯s Stone.¡± ¡°No¡­ we¡¯ve certainly done this experiment before. It was necessary that we recorded the characteristics of the magic power. However, during the activation of the Sigil, the Stone of Measuring would lose its monitoring function. And because our chiefs could certainly not visit the Quest Society every day, we simply recorded the observed color as gold.¡± Agatha blinked a few times. ¡°Wait, are you saying that it has the same color as the interference area of the God¡¯s Stone?¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Roland replied unhurriedly. ¡°I have a theory that the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation does not create black holes that neutralize magic power, but instead, it contains a great amount of magic power such that it affects and nullifies the operation of magic in its vicinity. This is also why the Sigil of God¡¯s Will causes the Stone of Measuring to lose its effectiveness. It creates a similar interference area as the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation within its range of influence, and therefore the Stone of Measuring did not have any effect.¡± ¡°But the trainee who¡¯s responsible for observing magic power has explicitly said that¡­¡± Agatha suddenly paused halfway through her sentence. ¡°Her observation was obstructed by the dazzling light emitted by the Sigil, like shadows being covered by light.¡± Roland quickly opined. ¡°Whereas in Nightingale¡¯s misty world, only magic power possesses color. She can even stare directly at the sun without being affected. This is why you weren¡¯t able to make this discovery.¡± Observing magic power was a derivative skill of the witches. It was limited by the witches¡¯ individual visual level. Furthermore, observations done in the day and night would yield different conclusions. Sylvie could fully prove this point. With her Eye of Magic, she could discover magic activity performed several kilometers away. Her detection range was far superior to Nightingale¡¯s. This was why the Quest Society heavily trusted the results tested by the Stone of Measuring. Its accuracy was independent of the person operating it and the environment it was operated in, and thus it provided an overall highly accurate assessment of the magic power involved. It was almost as good as being able to observe under Nightingale¡¯s Mist. Therefore, the Quest Society would only accept the conclusion of the observer when the Stone of Measuring was unable to operate. Chapter 547 Chapter 547: Operation ¡°Melting Point¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Agatha exasperatingly paced to and fro in front of the mahogany table. ¡°So, according to you, the Sigil of God¡¯s Will can penetrate the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation because of its stronger magic power? The reason the Chaos Beasts modified the God¡¯s Stone was actually to reduce its magic power and thereby turn it into a specific type of Magic Stone?¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I think.¡± ¡°No, that isn¡¯t right¡­¡± She paused abruptly. ¡°If the dark hollow results from immense magic power, why does nothing happen to the witch?¡± ¡°The witch?¡± Roland was stunned. ¡°I mean Anna!¡± Agatha pondered and said, ¡°Her magic power is strong enough to activate the Sigil of God¡¯s Will twice. She is even more powerful than the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Her Blackfire, however, will still be affected by the God¡¯s Stone, and she cannot neutralize the magic power in her vicinity. It doesn¡¯t make sense based on your theory¡­¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Roland was silent for a moment. A reasonable explanation to Agatha¡¯s question escaped him. A God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation of the poorest quality could easily render a witch powerless. Even Anna¡¯s Blackfire, strong as it was, would succumb to such a disturbance. Besides, Anna¡¯s magic power was shaped like a solid metal cube in the misty world, completely different from the hollow black hole. ¡°Another question. Why can magic stones only be activated by magic power?¡± Agatha went on. ¡°Even the magic power has become less intense, and the amount of the power left in the stone shouldn¡¯t have been reduced. In fact, common people cannot operate the stone at all. The Quest Society has also confirmed that the magic power in the magic stone is not transferable. Therefore, magic stones cannot be used as resources.¡± She paused for a moment and then continued, ¡°My supervisor believed only living beings can retain magic power. Magic power just won¡¯t work on dead organisms. Its proof is witches¡¯ and demons¡¯ blood. Most researchers thought so. I don¡¯t mind you overturning their conclusion, but magic stones are no different from ordinary gems before they¡¯re charged with magic power or become sigils.¡± Roland was silent. It seemed his assumption about magic power intensity was a bit irrational. The Thunder of the Magic Power, however, which looked like black light, was so similar to the God¡¯s Stone that there must be some connections between the two entities¡­ What else had he overlooked? It was a pity there weren¡¯t any reliable observation or analyzing methods in this era. The only way to study magic power was through witches¡¯ abilities or via Stone of Measuring. Even so, what he would learn through this method was merely a very generic description of the features of magic power, which was hardly helpful to further research. Roland thought for a while and finally decided to set the matter aside for the time being, hoping he would be able to find an answer during the sigil manufacture process afterwards. ¡­ Three days later, the plan for the ¡°melting point¡± operation was prepared. Roland sent off the soldiers at the dock in person. This was the first military operation on a big scale where witches acted as chief combatants. There were two ships in total, both of which were filled with experienced veterans from the First Army. Brian was the captain. These soldiers all had fought with demonist beasts with Roland upon the city wall before, and fully respected and trusted their lord. When Roland was screening them, he had stressed over and over again that the enemy would be very likely an extremely fierce monster, even more dangerous than demonic hybrids. He had emphasized that anyone who did not wish to participate in the mission could speak up. Nobody had quitted, however, and Nightingale also confirmed that all of them made their decisions at their free will. Despite their resolution and courage, Roland did not overestimate the fighting capacity of these hundred soldiers he was forced to choose, for people in this world naturally feared demons from the bottoms of their hearts. Unlike him, who had seen all kinds of violent scenes on television or in the cinema and would not be surprised by any ferocious monsters, these ordinary people would be horrified. The memory of this upcoming battle would possibly become a nightmare they would remember for the rest of their lives. As such, the carefully selected soldiers would not directly participate in fighting, but would protect along the river two or three miles away from the actual battlefield. They would only take action if the witches were forced to retreat in the event of an accident. The witches Roland selected were the most powerful ones in the City of Neverwinter, including Anna, Nightingale, Wendy, Leaf, Agatha, Sylvie, Iffy, Lightning and Maggie. According to Agatha, such a combination might be even more than enough to kill the Lord of Hell. ¡°Stay safe. Your personal security is your top priority.¡± Roland remarked gravely. ¡°You don¡¯t have to complete the mission. I¡¯ll wait for you all at the castle.¡± Anna went up to hug him. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll protect them.¡± ¡°Me too, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Coo!¡± The little girl and the pigeon hugged Roland, as well. In the end, everybody hugged Roland except Agatha and Iffy. Agatha snorted and muttered to herself. ¡°It¡¯s just a simple hunting operation, not goodbye forever. If we bid farewell like you guys just did in Taquila prior to every departure, demons would have been right under your noses long before.¡± Iffy, on the other hand, was astounded. It was her first time to hear such a ¡°casual¡± order¡ª¡±You don¡¯t have to complete the mission but just need to come back home safely¡±¡ªHis Majesty was too lenient with witches. Was it not considered an encouragement of cowardice? When she was in the Bloodfang Association, she viewed every battle as a fight to the death. Indeed, there had unfortunately been a few combat witches killed in action during the past several years. The witches who had been unable to complete the master¡¯s tasks were severely punished, and were even regarded as useless by the Association members. Roland Wimbledon, however, appeared to carry a totally different attitude toward witches. He treated witches neither as beasts nor lambs, but simply as ¡°human beings¡±. ¡­ Strands of smoke escaped from the chimney and with a whistle, the paddle steamer slowly thrust itself forward and took off. Suddenly, Roland felt a pair of invisible hands holding his face. They were cold but soft. ¡°Take good care of yourself when I¡¯m away. Don¡¯t leave the castle randomly.¡± A familiar voice whispered in his ear. ¡°I¡¯ll be back soon.¡± After, he felt something had lightly touched his lips. Entirely different from the sensation on the face, the touch was a little sweet and wet. Above all, it was warm. It was a fugitive and illusionary kiss. When Roland finally realized what had happened, he snatched at the air with his hand, only to find nothing was there. ******************* As the steam-powered boat was far slower than the balloon, it took them nearly two days to reach the end of the Redwater River. At the sight of the towering snowcap, the group of people was awestruck by the magnificent scene before them. As the snow on the mountain melted much slower than that in the forest, the snow water had been accumulating for months. The water ran straight down from the precipice and branched off into various streams upon the projected rocks. From a distance, those streams looked like multiple thin and feeble threads. Upon further exploration, however, they found the streams were as broad as rivers. The water roared and thundered when it flowed into the lake at the foot of the mountain. Obviously, the Redwater River was only one of the exits to the lake. Otherwise, the river would overflow due to the surging water. After a night¡¯s rest, the hydrogen balloon rose into the air as it was inflated. In the meantime, the fleet also retreated somewhere three kilometers away from the bank and started to build a defensive front along the river. The ¡°melting point¡± operation officially began. Chapter 548 Chapter 548: Ensnaring the Demons Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ The Farsight carried Wendy and Sylvie to the Swirling Sea, while Lightning and Maggie hovered on each side of the basket, waiting to fetch them whenever needed. Since their mission was not to investigate the Devil¡¯s Town, they did not fly too high. As soon as they flew over the snowcap, Sylvie could look straight through the rocks and cliffs along the bank and catch sight of the Eye Demon on the top of the Blackstone Pagoda. According to Agatha, Eye Demons did not need to really ¡°see¡± people, because they could sense and locate their enemies upon being noticed. Nobody could possibly escape their scrutiny, neither the invisible nor the ones descending from the sky unless blindfolded. Because of this, eye demons had caused a great number of casualties among the commando of the Blessed Army. Another option was to restrain from looking at eye demons. However, this was fairly hard to achieve due to the fact that eye demons normally stood at the highest point of the campgrounds. ¡°How did things go? Did you see it?¡± Lightning flew over to ask Sylvie. ¡°I need to get a bit closer, otherwise I can¡¯t hold up well,¡± Sylvie answered while rubbing her eyes. It took her a lot of magic power to look through obstacles with the Eye of Magic. Her sight was largely restricted, too. Although she had cautiously managed to reduce her vision to a straight line of sight, she still felt quite dizzy when she captured the details of the fractured precipice. ¡°I see.¡± Wendy summoned a gust of wind. ¡°Hold on.¡± As the rocks gradually got clearer, the thin red mist slowly entered their sights. Although it was a clear day, a cloud of mist still lingered around the cliff, except that it was a lighter color than the last time they had seen it. Sylvie fixed her eyes once again on the mist. This time, she was finally able to see some earth through the dense mist. A few edifices shaped like towers loomed against the red mist, and the whole scene was like a deserted land. She soon spotted the biggest black stone spire. Compared with the random intrusion last time, the operation this time was carefully planned. They would first startle demons and then induce them to launch an attack. Unlike Lightning who was always airy and energetic, Sylvie just wanted to live an ordinary life. By no means, she wanted to be an explorer. However, as she was destined to fight the Battle of Divine Will, there was no way for her to stand by no matter how much she hated wars. Just like she had promised Tilly to come to Border Town for the purpose of checking whether Roland was manipulated by witches, she obeyed the order in the same way when Roland disclosed his attacking plan without much hesitation. She had come to check upon Roland for the benefits of all the witches on Sleeping Island. Now she fought for the Witch Union and the entire Kingdom of His Majesty¡¯s. Sylvie took a deep breath and moved her sight upward. In an instant, hundreds of eyeballs came into her view. The black jelly-like monster was still sitting at its usual spot. Its body had fused with the tower top as if it had grown out of the stone. All of its eyeballs turned to Sylvie simultaneously. She could even catch a glimpse of her own face in those black gleamy eyeballs! For a second, all her hair stood up on its end, and a chill went down her spine. ¡°They¡¯re coming!¡± She withdrew her power and shouted aloud. ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± ¡°Aw!¡± Maggie immediately turned into a gigantic devilbeast and paused below the basket. Sylvie jumped off the basket and landed firmly on Maggie¡¯s broad back, while Lightning carried Wendy on her back and flew toward the Misty Forest. Unlike the last trip where they had been panicked and frightened, this time they were fully prepared. According to the plan, Lightning would return to where the empty hydrogen balloon was alone and further lure the demons into their traps. Meanwhile, Sylvie turned around and looked back. Five black dots emerged on the cliff. This number was higher than what Agatha had predicted, but it was still within the safe limit. Nevertheless, she noticed something unusual with the help of the Eye of Magic. Out of the five enemies, only four rode devilbeasts, and two of them were very different from regular mad demons. They did not have a big body build, nor did they have strong arms. They were not wearing animal skins or armors as mad demons usually did either, but were in a colorful cope that glowed like a rainbow. Sylvie could not figure out what the cope was made of at first glance. However, she could see something swarming and wriggling underneath the cope like numerous vipers. The heads of the two demons were bigger than those of regular mad demons. Yet, their eyes and noses were not distinctive. Their faces were the creepiest kinds she had ever seen. They looked like two big scars, with red furrows and ridges extending from the center. When she rested her eyes on the last demon, Sylvie was stunned. The demon was wearing a weighty but delicate armor, with a giant heavy sword on his back. Nonetheless, he was not slow in the slightest but flew right after the four devilbeasts. His face was totally covered by a helmet. Unlike the skull helmet mad demons normally wore, this particular helmet was made of metal, in perfect match with his armor. On both sides of the helmet engraved sophisticated patterns. Several sharp horns, which looked like Blackstone Pagodas at first sight, stuck out from the top. The part where his eyes should be was gleaming with red light, making the demon look vicious and aggressive. ¡°What kind of demon is he?¡± thought Sylvie. Sylvie was taken by fright and horror. As Agatha had never told her how to cope with this situation, she wondered whether she should still follow the original plan. Sylvie felt terribly uneasy. She followed Wendy to the deep forest. When she descended from Maggie¡¯s back, she saw a golden figure sprang up into the air and flew toward the balloon at a tremendous speed. It was impossible for her to stop Lightning. After some hesitation, Sylvie felt necessary to inform Agatha of the news. She patted Maggie on her wings and said, ¡°Take me to the ambush area!¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Wendy trotted to her. ¡°Don¡¯t we need to meet with the First Army next?¡± They had been instructed during the maneuver to leave the main battlefield and meet with the First Army as soon as possible after successfully luring demons into the ambush, given that they two were not strong enough to compete against demons. ¡°I saw some strange demons.¡± Sylvie shook her head. ¡°The enemies are not only mad demons. I¡¯ve got to tell everybody!¡± ¡°But the ambush area is pretty large, aw!¡± Maggie threw herself flat on her face. ¡°It may take you a while to find them even if you go.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine. Just take me there.¡± She returned to the beast¡¯s back and turned to Wendy. ¡°You go meet with the Army at the riverbank. I¡¯ll be right back.¡± ¡­ Lightning flew as fast as she could. The wind whistled in her ears. She saw the earth, woods, rivers and beaches below quickly shrink and obscure, turning into various color blocks and distorted lines. She must get back to where the hydrogen balloon was before the demons did so. In order to attract the enemies¡¯ attention, she had to pretend to be fleeing in a hurry. When the vast ocean gradually came into her view, she finally caught sight of the Farsight, as well as the demons. Chapter 549 Chapter 549: Agatha¡¯s Decision Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Lightning flew to the bottom of the balloon, found the powder sac affixed to the airbag and pulled out the fuse. Upon seeing the white smoke exiting the powder sac, she immediately flew straight towards the sea. It was a simple self-destruct device. Once the enemies began following the balloon, the decoys must destroy the ¡°Farsight¡± to avoid an embarrassing situation where the demons became too occupied by the novel device instead of chasing the witches. There was a loud explosion just as Lightning touched sea. With a flash, the sky lit up. Lightning looked up and saw the airbag puff up and become a huge red fireball with a bright orange color in the middle with dark red smoke rolling on the edges. The flames, like the setting sun, stayed ablaze for quite a long time. She watched a demon come too close to the roaring flames. It flipped over and set itself on fire before falling to the sea with its mount. The other four demons, who fled from the smoke below, sprang up toward Lightning. Until now, everything had been going as planned. The demons were not that clever after all. Lightning raised the corner of her mouth and flew close to the sea towards the forest. The plan was to lead them to the depth of the woods where Leaf could control everything. Everything was ready in the hunting ground, and Leaf was waiting quietly for the demons to fall into the trap. The dense branches, vines and saw grass would inevitably be a nightmare for the enemies ¡ªif they could dream. ¡­ Sylvie used the Eye of Magic to search the ambush area. The woods under Leaf¡¯s control glowed green. From the sky, it was like a flask had embedded in the earth with its mouth facing toward the Swirling Sea while its neck remained several kilometers away. Despite feeling dizzy, she scanned the inner part of every tree. The numerous details swarming around her head caused great pain. Sylvie finally found Agatha who hid in a large tree close to the mouth of the flask. ¡°Why did you come here?¡± The trunk cracked open as Maggie fell to the earth. Agatha poked out her head and asked, ¡°Was the plan for enticing demons unsuccessful?¡± ¡°No, it worked. Five demons followed.¡± She jumped down from the mount¡¯s back and lifted the white-haired little girl who had returned to her human form. Sylvie hid in the tree hastily. ¡°But three of them are different!¡± ¡°What¡¯s the difference?¡± Sylvie detailed the odd demons she had seen and found Agatha in shock. Her heart sank. ¡°Are they difficult to deal with?¡± Agatha took a long time to recollect herself and then said with an anxious look. ¡°The demons with ropes are Fearsome Demons, they are horrible killers to common people. But witches don¡¯t need to fear them, as long as we avoid looking them in the eye. Underneath their charred face hides the real eyes of Fearsome Demons.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Sylvie muttered. In ancient witches¡¯ stories, their enemies would be terrified immediately by these demons and then they would feel afraid, timid, confused and desperate. A mortal troop of around 100 men could often be routed by only three or four fearsome demons. Most people were too fearful to think. They just knelt down in tremor waiting to be slain. Even if the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation could weaken this effect greatly, it could not remove such feelings completely. The demons seemed to be born with this ability to control people¡¯s emotions, and no obvious fluctuation of their magic power could be perceived. ¡°What about the Armored Demon? It can fly alone, is it the Lord of Hell?¡± ¡°No!¡± Agatha spoke in a rough low voice. ¡°If your description is correct, my guess is that it¡¯s probably a Senior Demon. We¡¯re in trouble.¡± ¡°Senior Demon?¡± Sylvie was bewildered. ¡°The Union knows little about them, except that they possess many abilities and look like humans, except they are much larger. Both their strength and magic power are quite strong.¡± She swallowed hard. ¡°It¡¯s said that only Transcendents can compete against them.¡± ¡°Transcendents? We don¡¯t even have an Extraordinary now.¡± Sylvie was nervous. ¡°Inform Leaf to stop this plan. We should retreat and meet the First Army.¡± Agatha bit her lip. ¡°It can fly alone because of the Stone of Flight. In fact, it¡¯s not a big problem if there¡¯s only Lightning and Maggie because they can fly. However, we¡¯re impossible to escape from their attack once we¡¯re out of Leaf¡¯s protection. Although I¡¯ve never seen a real Senior Demon, I was told by Alice before that witches must be concentrated on fighting with these crafty and strong demons, or we¡¯re likely to die because of just a tiny miss.¡± She beat the trunk until Leaf¡¯s voice came from above. ¡°I¡¯m listening. What¡¯s up?¡± Agatha said firmly, ¡°The plan has changed. Please inform all the witches we are changing from plan A to plan B. Let Nightingale watch over the Armored Demon. Don¡¯t hesitate to kill it if Anna gets the chance.¡± Plan B meant dropping the pan of capturing and using the Sigil of God¡¯s Will to wipe out all the enemies. ¡°Will we really combat with the Senior Demon?¡± Sylvie could not help holding Maggie tight. ¡°Escape only leads to death while there will be a chance to survive if we try our best to combat with them.¡± Agatha spoke slowly. ¡°A Senior Demon always comes out with a number of other demons, but now they just have two Fearsome Demons as the guards. So we are likely to win even if there isn¡¯t a Transcendent!¡± ¡°I see Lightning,¡± Leaf said again. ¡°They¡¯re coming.¡± ¡°Shh¡­¡± Sylvie held her breath. She heard roaring sounds from the treetop, and then she heard heavy objects falling to the ground in front. The sounds of the demons¡¯ rapid paces echoed in the jungle, and soon died away. Only the Devilbeasts¡¯ low roar remained. ¡°How is it going now?¡± ¡°The Armored Demon hasn¡¯t landed yet and it¡¯s still following Lightning. The other demons left their mounts outside the woods and followed her too. Wait! A demon is missing.¡± Sylvie looked carefully at the surroundings. ¡°There were only three Devilbeasts left near us.¡± ¡°Good! Let me kill these fool reptiles first so that they can¡¯t escape even if they want to.¡± Agatha opened the crack. ¡°You¡¯re not a combat-witch. Please just stay hidden here.¡± ¡°But they can fly!¡± Sylvie worried. ¡°What if they want to escape by flying? ¡°Take it easy.¡± She looked at the little girl who wanted to join. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We have Maggie.¡± ¡­ A ¡°Devilbeast¡± suddenly fell from the sky, appeared behind them, spread its wings while rotating its tail and roared loudly at the three Devilbeasts. They were distracted immediately. To Sylvie¡¯s surprise, the three Devilbeasts imitated Maggie and also spread their wings and wagged their tails, as if they were dancing! In order to gain more performance space, they pushed each other and refused to back off. Were they entertaining her? On the other side, Agatha snuck out of the forest. A layer of white ice crystal formed on the ground. Chapter 550 Chapter 550: The Slaughter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It was Sylvie¡¯s first time seeing such an incredible method of movement. As Agatha moved, a mirror-like road, paved by crystal ice, would appear just ahead of her. She seemed to be floating along the road, almost as if the ground was pushing her forward. In a flash, she had arrived at the rear of the first Devilbeast. When Agatha stretched out her hands, the frost suddenly appeared around the grassland and it even started to snow! After a moment, the Devilbeast gave out a shriek and it tried to fly, only to find it could not move at all. Each of its four strong limbs had been frozen in place and the ice crystals continued to move up along them, completely freezing its body and wings in no time. Almost simultaneously, Maggie threw herself onto the back of the dancing Devilbeast and snapped at its neck with her huge crimson mouth. The Devilbeast was in such a panic and it wanted to get rid of Maggie. However, Maggie was much larger. The Devilbeast was like a baby beast that was being suppressed by a full-grown beast. Then, Maggie got a grip and broke its neck completely. At last, the Devilbeast was defeated and with a final swish of its tail, it shattered the poor frozen beast, smashing it to pieces. At this moment, the third Devilbeast began to realize what had just happened. Although it did not understand why its kind would kill each other, he knew something bad had happened and it spread its long wings and rose into the air. But it was too late. Agatha followed it and also ¡°flew¡±. Or rather, she was walking in the air. The ice crystals also extended to the Devilbeast and for a while, it formed a bridge in the air. Agatha ran along the ice bridge and soon she was close enough she could use her magic power to attack this Devilbeast. Sylvie could not help but cover her mouth in shock. Like a swift Viper, the ice bridge froze the tail of the Devilbeast and then quickly turned the rest of it into an ice sculpture. Probably due to the heavy weight of the frozen beast, the end of the ice bridge tilted, cracked, and then snapped. Agatha began to fall from the bridge, fortunately, Maggie caught her. However, the ice sculpture fell to the ground and broke into thousands of pieces. It took less than 20 seconds for them to kill all three of the demonic beasts. This was the way in which senior witches engaged in a combat! Sylvie could not help but feel envious of Agatha. ¡­ ¡°Kacha.¡± After checking the bullets in the barrel, Nightingale shut the cartridge. Just then, she heard Leaf¡¯s warnings about the changes made to the enemy attacks, and that plan A for the Melting Point Action had changed to plan B. That meant Iffy¡¯s task had been canceled and it was her turn to combat these enemies. But, what was most important was for them to provide opportunities for Anna to discharge the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. Nightingale could not help but recall Roland¡¯s words once she thought of Anna. ¡°Anyway, take her back, please.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll leave it all to you.¡± She clutched her chest and bit her lip. This plan should be completed with ease but she found an indescribable emotion in her heart. As the task became increasingly tougher, the emotion became unexpectedly stronger. ¡°If the most terrible thing happened, that would mean Anna could also die¡­¡± she thought. ¡°Oh, no¡ªunless I die.¡± Nightingale shook her head and suppressed this horrible idea. Roland trusted her the most, so she could not let him down. Even if Roland did not instruct her to do so specifically, she would protect Anna at all costs. In a sense, Anna was the savior of all the witches in the Witch Cooperation Association. She would never forgive herself if Anna died because of her selfishness. ¡°The enemies are coming!¡± Leaf gave her a warning and Nightingale gathered herself. She was ready to outflank the enemies as soon as their direction was pointed out by Leaf. Her world of mist was commonly a desolate and dull place. Anything mundane and not related to magic power would become nothing more than twisted lines and changeable black and white blocks. This was her first time seeing so many colors, thanks to the demons. Beside the green forest, she could see a muted yellow arm from one of the Mad Demons and its inside emitting a shade of light blue. The other two demons should be the Fearsome Demons that Leaf had just mentioned. They had a stronger magical resonance and she could see many magic swirls inside their bodies, the one on their forehead was the most obvious. Another Senior Demon, which they needed to keep a particularly close eye on, was not among them. If their intelligence was correct, it should be monitoring everything from above the forest. Without a doubt, the Fearsome Demons, which would cause fear, should be the first to kill. And, it should be done before they opened their eyes. After the three demons passed through the ambush points, Nightingale held the gun with both hands and used her instant leap to travel more than ten meters in the twinkling of an eye. She pointed her gun at the back of the Fearsome Demon¡¯s head. It was so close to her that she did not even have to leave her Mist. As long as she had some luck, the gun barrel would not be split in half by the powerful magic. She immediately shot and for a moment, there was a thunderous roar. In the Mist, the Fearsome Demon¡¯s head abruptly puffed up, as if the unstoppable bullet had been shot from inside of its head and blown outward. Its brain exploded, spilling brain matter in all directions. Next, a hail of fog soared skyward¡ªNightingale noticed its red mist vessel was hidden directly inside its body. The other Fearsome Demon turned around quickly, and its bloody scar expanded across its face, trying to reveal its fearsome eyes. Suddenly several vines shot from the top of a tree, intertwining its head and pulling its head back before the eyes could be revealed. At this moment, a Mad Demon in the front turned around at the sound of the gunshot and ended up staring at the Fearsome Demon and could not help but tremble with fear. Nightingale shot the three remaining bullets into the Fearsome Demon which had been forcibly pulled back by Leaf. Meanwhile, Anna leaped from her hiding place in the tree and cut the beast into pieces with her black fire before the Mad Demon could recover itself from the fear. ¡°Be careful!¡± Lightning, who had been enticing the enemies into the air, shouted. Nightingale looked up and found that a large sword was about to slash her. She instinctively tried to enter the Mist, but unexpectedly, her misty world was broken into pieces by the enemy who was wielding the sword. ¡°What¡¯s this ability? It can break my magic power?¡± she thought. It was too late for her to escape. Suddenly a black curtain spread out above her head and withstood the sword¡¯s attack. Unlike an actual curtain, it seemed to have more of a mirror-like surface and she could even see her shocked expression reflected on its surface. This is¡­ the Blackfire! ¡°Bang!¡± The sword hit the Blackfire fiercely and Anna looked pained, her body shaking, but her Blackfire remained intact. Without any hesitation, this time, Nightingale caught Anna quickly and summoned the Mist again, escaping to a safe place over 20 meters away, instantly. Meanwhile, the armored demon also slowly fell towards the ground. The death of its partner did not seem to have any impact on it. The demon calmly lifted the large sword, engraved with a strange pattern, and suddenly the magic power surged toward the blade of the sword. The blade gave off a dazzling glow! Chapter 551 Chapter 551: The Senior Demon Translator: TransN Editor: TransN This is¡­ the Sigil of God¡¯s Will! Nightingale widened her eyes in surprise. But soon, she found something different. Through the Mist she saw a black hole formed in the enemy¡¯s palm instead of the characteristic dazzling light of the Magic Stones. It was not a sigil but an ability of the demon. Shining magic power was sucked into the black hole and became a fast-growing vortex which gave off such a strong light that it made it hard for the other witches to open their eyes. However, seeing it through the Mist, it was getting darker and darker. The demon then thrust its sword into the ground, sending out a black shimmering light to cover the entire woods. Instantly, the light of magic powers that were flickering like candlelight in the wind was put out. Nightingale¡¯s misty world was broken down again. Leaf was forced out of her Heart of Forest form and the trees promptly threw Leaf and Iffy onto the ground. Leaf was heavily injured. She was spewing blood and she was not able to stand up again. Nightingale was shocked and she thought, ¡°The demon sensed that the wood was Leaf! No¡­ Though Leaf hid well, it was still possible to see her movements from above. The really strange thing is why could it break the magic power like the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation? Compared with Magic stones, the demon can release such magic power and is even more flexible in manipulating it, but there¡¯s no light when it was releasing the magic power!¡± Nightingale did not have time to think about it anymore. Enduring the discomfort after having her magic power broken off, she changed the cartridge and dashed towards the demon who was now walking to the paralyzed and defenseless Leaf after its previous black shimmering light attack. When Nightingale came to a place about 10 meters away from the demon and was sure that she could hit it, she swiftly pulled the trigger. The bullets hit its arm armor, creating sparkles and smoke. The demon seemed very annoyed at being disturbed by someone else at this moment. It roared in anger and then held its giant sword up in front of itself. Seeing this, Nightingale¡¯s heart sank. The bullets did not get into the demon¡¯s body through its arm to break its inner organs as she had expected. In fact, she was not sure whether the bullets had broken through the armor or not, let alone this giant sword which was as thick as a door plank. As she had already used all the five bullets, she drew out her dagger and lunged towards the head of the demon. In order to save Leaf, she had to try her best to stop it. The demon promptly lifted up its sword to strike, with its eyes shining like bright red lights. Though it moved incredibly fast, Nightingale could still predict its action. She did not dodge the striking sword. Just at the moment when the blade was going to cut her in half, she disappeared in the Mist. The demon¡¯s lightless wave could wipe out the effects of magic power in a large area, but it could not completely prohibit the magic power. After the vortex vanished, the witches could use their magic power again. Nightingale¡¯s keen eye caught this change immediately, as she had the ability to observe the flow of magic power. In the world of black and white, she saw the giant sword¡¯s silhouette instantly distort and quickly found the ¡°cutting point¡± in the blade. She slid ¡°through¡± the blade and stabbed her dagger into a gap in the demon¡¯s helmet! Surprisingly, the dagger cracked after a loud bang. ¡°This is¡­ a Magic Barrier? ¡°Damn it, how many kinds of abilities does it have!?¡± Nightingale hurriedly retreated and soon the Armored Demon caught up with her. It used one hand to raise its sword and struck again. She played the same old trick, hoping to escape in the Mist, but this time she was not that lucky. The demon lifted his other hand into the air. It pull Nightingale out of the Mist, as she was moving through the sword. When she was pulled out, part of the blade was still inside her body. As she was thrown out, blood spilled out from a long, deep wound in her waist left by the blade. Even the protective clothing that had been specially made by Soraya was torn. Nightingale gave out a choked cry. Without time to attend to the wound, she made use of the force of falling to roll backwards, hoping to dodge the demon¡¯s coming attack. Unfortunately, this demon could move over two meters with a single step. It was impossible for her to escape from such a strong enemy that moved as fast as an Extraordinary. When the sword was about to cut Nightingale, many purple beams of the light suddenly appeared around the demon and then quickly contracted inward to tie the demon tightly. That was Iffy¡¯s Magic Cage! ¡°Crush it!¡± Nightingale shouted. ¡°I can¡¯t do it!¡± Iffy grated. ¡°It¡¯s too strong!¡± She had squeezed her hand into a fist, but the beams of the light could not contract anymore. Instead, the beams shook as if the demon was going to break them apart. The demon gave out a deafening roar and threw up its arms. The cage split up, but before it could raise its sword again, beams of light came back to trap it once more. ¡°Miss An-Anna use the golden thunder now¡­ Be quick!¡± Iffy said in a measured voice. It was easy to tell from her face that the cage could not trap the demon for a very long time. However, the demon was not far away from Iffy. The golden thunder of the Sigil of God¡¯s Will would probably strike both of them. ¡°Now, Anna!¡± Nightingale shouted to Anna in a distant place. ¡°Activate the Sigil!¡± Anna caught Nightingale¡¯s eyes and immediately got what she meant. She used all her power to lift the metal sheet in her hand. A strong bright light lit up the woods and some beams of light also came down from the sky. The demon howled. It might have seen this kind of scene before, as now it sounded angry and at the same time frightened, struggling even harder to get free. Nightingale knew this was their only chance to win, as the demon now could not dispel their magic power. The golden thunder struck! Nightingale pressed on her wound and moved into the Mist. Before the dark lightning struck on Iffy¡¯s head, she suddenly appeared behind her, held her up and leaped aside, swiftly pulling her out of the Sigil of God¡¯s Will¡¯s attack range. She saved Iffy in only two steps The move needed not only determination and courage, but also teamwork between Nightingale and Anna. If Anna struck in a wrong place, Nightingale and Iffy could hardly escape from the coming golden thunder. However, Nightingale trusted her. She believed that nobody could overtake Anna in terms of magic power control, and the result proved that Nightingale was right. The strong golden light instantly covered the place where the Senior Demon stood and destroyed everything in the area, including the weed and vines. Anna staggered. She finally couldn¡¯t keep her feet on the ground anymore and fell down. ¡°Anna!¡± Leaf cried out. She had just recovered a little and stumbled towards Anna. ¡°She¡¯s fine. She just exhausted her magic power!¡± said Nightingale. Every word she spoke was contorted by the searing pain caused by the wound on her waist. Luckily the inner organs were alright. As long as she avoided violent movements that would open the wound up again, it was not life-threatening. ¡°You¡­ got injured? Let me bind it up for you,¡± Iffy said. A mixed feeling was obvious on her face. Nightingale nodded and she was about to roll up her clothing when suddenly¡­ she froze, seeing a black figure slowly walking out of the smoke caused by the golden thunder. Several thorns on the demon¡¯s helmet broke, looking like collapsed stone towers. Its delicate armor was cracked and covered by dirt. It had lost an arm and the giant sword, but it surprisingly survived the fatal strike. The demon hissed hideously. Nightingale was not sure whether it was smiling but she could tell from its voice that it sounded excited and murderous. Although it seemed that the demon could not move as rapidly as before and with a much dimmer red light, would fall in any minute, Nightingale still thought no one could stop it now because herself and Leaf were paralyzed, Anna fainted, Lightning was missing and Iffy had nearly no power left. Just at the moment, the witch beside her stood up. ¡°Hey, what¡¯re you doing?¡± Nightingale said in a low voice. ¡°Fight till the last moment,¡± Iffy drew out a dagger and said. ¡°It¡¯s the fate of a combat witch. Don¡¯t you still have some magic power left? Take them with you and hide. If you¡¯re unable to take all of them, at least, take one with you.¡± Nightingale suddenly thought of Roland¡¯s entrustment. Yes¡­ at least, I should take Anna back. That¡¯s what I¡¯ve promised His Majesty. I have to do it no matter what. A familiar howl from above suddenly interrupted Nightingale¡¯s thought. ¡°Aw¡­¡± A huge shadow landed from the sky! Chapter 552 Chapter 552: The Supermagic Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The demon looked up, and the next moment it was instantly stomped into the ground by Maggie. Nightingale felt that the strong impact even made the earth tremble a little. And she thought that if it was an ordinary person, the impact would have definitely smashed its bones. ¡°Well done, Maggie! Stomp it to death!¡± Leaf said, clenching her hands into fists. ¡°Bite it! Whip it with your tail!¡± Iffy was so excited that she loudly shouted. ¡°Awh!¡± Maggie howled cheerfully. She put Agatha down and was going to beat the demon again. Just at that moment, she uncontrollably transformed from a fierce Devilbeast back into a little girl, falling to sit on the ground, at a loss to understand what happened. ¡°It¡¯s a Supermagic!¡± Agatha yelled. She was the first to react. She lifted up an ice spike from under the ground, which she crashed into the demon and sent it flying out, breaking several trees. Giving the demon no chance to catch a breath, she immediately caught up with it and froze its feet. ¡°Now!¡± she shouted back at Maggie. Maggie came to her senses and drew a pistol, aiming and firing continuously at the frozen target. Nightingale bit her lips and reloaded her gun. She asked Iffy to help her up to her feet and then walked to join Maggie. The demon¡¯s Magic Barrier shined on its armor, but it soon dimmed down. The red light in its eyes was flickering on and off. Suddenly, it roared hoarsely and threw its hand toward Agatha and sent her flying backward without even touching her. At the same time, the ice crystals around its feet melted instantly. It jumped up and staggered, wanting to escape. ¡°Don¡¯t let it go!¡± Agatha shouted, ¡°Maggie!¡± ¡°Let me stop it!¡± Leaf grabbed the Sigil of God¡¯s Will from Anna¡¯s hand. She had not consumed very much magic power in the previous fight, though she was severely injured when she was forcibly pulled out from her Heart of Forest form. During their regular tests, she was able to light up four stones of the Sigil, and now, immediately after she injected all her magic power into the Sigil, a bright golden light lit up the woods once again. The demon turned around and let out a strange sound in disbelief. The golden thunder struck the demon again. This time, he did not survive it. ¡­ ¡°The demon is¡­ dead?¡± Nightingale asked in a weak voice. ¡°Only half of its armor is left behind!¡± Maggie answered while dragging the ¡°enemy¡± back. If it was not for the delicate glyph on the edge of the armor, it would be hard to believe that this charred mass was the demon itself. Apparently, it was not as strong as they had imagined. Lightning was found, too. When the demon released the black waving, she was affected and lost her magic power temporarily. She had fallen from above, hit her head on a branch and fainted. Luckily, as she had not been high up in the sky and the thick branches and leaves of the trees had acted as a cushion to her fall, she was not heavily injured, except for a bump on her head. However, she still looked upset and disappointed because she missed the fight. After making sure that everybody was alright, she said, ¡°I¡¯ll inform Brian of the situation here and ask him to send someone to fetch you.¡± ¡°You survived. That¡¯s a miracle¡± Agatha exclaimed. ¡°Yeah, I don¡¯t know how to tell His Majesty that all of us got beat up by just one demon.¡± Nightingale heaved a sigh, enduring the pain. ¡°No, Nightingale. This isn¡¯t an ordinary victory. The enemy is a Supermagic!¡± Agatha shook her head and continued, ¡°Maybe several Senior Witches could confront a Senior Demon, but they could never defeat a Supermagic. Only the Three Chiefs of the Union could compete with it.¡± ¡°Only the Transcendents?¡± Leaf asked, frowning. ¡°Yes.¡± Agatha confirmed and added, ¡°The Union paid with blood for this lesson.¡± ¡°What kind of ability does a Supermagic have?¡± ¡°Supermagic is just a title, instead of a certain kind of ability.¡± Agatha explained. ¡°Every Senior Demon has many kinds of abilities, and different from witches, demons don¡¯t have to get their abilities through awakening. Someone in the Union once witnessed a Senior Demon, who had led the enemy to attack Taquila many times, that evolved two different Magic Cyclones inside its body in merely several years. That means it gained two more abilities during that time. No one knew how it did that. The demons seem to be more naturally talented than us in manipulating the magic power. A Supermagic doesn¡¯t refer to a demon with certain kinds of Magic Cyclones, but refers to an extremely powerful Senior Demon, who can release power to create the effects similar to those of a God¡¯s Stone.¡± The last sentence from Agatha made Nightingale¡¯s heart skip a beat. ¡°You mean¡­ it can prohibit magic power?¡± she asked. ¡°To be more accurate, it interferes with magic power.¡± Agatha corrected her and continued, ¡°The Supermagic is able to break through the defense of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation and can obstruct or diminish the magic power attacks. They can also dispel or stop magic power effects. They¡¯re really tough opponents for all the witches.¡± ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t understand.¡± Iffy was confused and asked, ¡°Why is that not a special ability?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not,¡± Agatha answered. ¡°Take Anna for example. If she was a Supermagic, her Blackfire will remain effective even under the influence of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and at the same time, the place affected by Blackfire will become an interference region. That means, the other magic power effects near the Blackfire will be wiped out unless Anna¡¯s opponent is another Supermagic.¡± What Agatha said immediately reminded Nightingale of the demon¡¯s lightless black hole. She recalled the whole process of the previous battle, and remembered that there was only the dim shadow around the demon when she hit on its Magic Barrier and was caught by it in the Mist. She was surprised to find that the demon attacked as if it was the Sigil of God¡¯s Will, giving out absolutely no magic power light during the fighting. She told Agatha what she had seen through the Mist during the fight and then asked, ¡°That¡¯s why the first strike of the Sigil of God¡¯s Will didn¡¯t kill it?¡± ¡°Probably,¡± Agatha shrugged and said. ¡°But I¡¯m not sure. This is the first time for me to encounter this kind of demon and the Union left no record about using the Sigil of God¡¯s Will to fight against a Supermagic.¡± ¡°So the Chiefs of the Union depended completely on their own power to defeat the Supermagic?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Agatha said while nodding. ¡°Extraordinaries are really powerful, especially when they wear the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. They shine like the sun in the battlefields. Wherever they go, demons would melt like the snow in the spring, and Transcendents are the center of the sun. If you could see Lord Alice in a fight, you would be overwhelmed by her power.¡± Hearing that, Nightingale was deep in thought, ¡°Counting all the Chiefs of the Union, there were only three Transcendents.¡± She then asked, ¡°No witch of the Union had become a Supermagic before?¡± ¡°As far as I know, no,¡± Agatha answered, ¡°and no one will. Witches and demons have fundamental differences. Numerous demons can evolve into Mad Demons, but not many of us can become someone like Alice, no matter how hard we practice.¡± Maggie, who kept fiddling with the demon¡¯s armor, found a little black box from the remains of the demon and said, ¡°Look! What¡¯s this?¡± Agatha took the box and tried to open it. ¡°It¡¯s locked.¡± ¡°Let me try.¡± Nightingale observed the square metal box through the Mist and when its silhouette was distorting, she put her fingers into it and grabbed the contents out of the box. Several glittering stones fell out of the air. Chapter 553 Chapter 553: The Trophy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Gems? Coo!¡± Maggie parted the white hair covering her forehead to reveal her curious eyes. ¡°They¡¯re Magic Stones,¡± said Agatha. She picked the stones up to take a closer look and added, ¡°I¡¯ve no idea what kinds of Magic Stones they are, but judging from their color, they must be high-quality God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation before being changed into Magic Stones by the Chaos Beast.¡± ¡°The trophy we get from a Senior Demon must be something good,¡± Leaf said while smiling. ¡°I¡¯m just surprised that it hid the box inside its body.¡± ¡°Oh, you remind me. Are there boxes like this one in the other dead demons¡¯ bodies? Coo! I¡¯ll go and check!¡± Maggie said excitedly. ¡°Watch out for the tanks restoring the Red Mist!¡± Agatha warned. In less than ten minutes, Maggie came back with two black boxes in her hands and said, ¡°I found them in the demons wearing colorful clothes.¡± Nightingale pulled some Magic Stones out from the two boxes though they were dimmer and smaller than the stones of the first box. Agatha gathered all the Magic Stones together and then could not help but frown. ¡°Is there anything wrong?¡± asked Nightingale. ¡°It seems that there are too many Magic Stones,¡± Agatha answered. ¡°Isn¡¯t it a happy thing for you to get so many of them?¡± asked Nightingale. Agatha shook her head slightly and explained, ¡°The Union killed thousands of Fearsome Demons, but it was still hard to collect Magic Stones. That¡¯s why the Quest Society did everything to capture and raise Chaos Beasts. Why do they carry so many Magic Stones?¡± ¡°Maybe that¡¯s their savings, accumulated in over 400 years? It¡¯s just like an unlucky guy who pooled all his savings, hoping to start a peaceful life in his hometown, but got killed and robbed by us on the way.¡± Nightingale suggested with a strained smile. However, no one laughed. All of them knew clearly that if the numerous demons had been producing Magic Stones in the past 400 years, they now must have an incredible amount of war resources. To break the dead silence, Agatha said, ¡°Well, it¡¯s no use thinking too much. After all, we have to fight against them anyway. There¡¯re no two ways about it.¡± ¡­ Guided by Lightning, the First Army finally arrived at the woods. ¡°Are you alright?¡± Wendy hurriedly jumped off Lightning¡¯s back to check the witches one by one. ¡°Anna¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. She just fainted because of magic power exhaustion.¡± Nightingale comforted Wendy. ¡°Everybody is alright.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve told her, but she just kept rushing me,¡± said Lightning. Her head had been wrapped up, and only several wisps of hair could be seen on her forehead. ¡°Wh-What are these? Are they demons?¡± Brian asked in shock, looking at the bodies put in a row on the ground. ¡°Yes, dead demons. You have to tell your soldiers to bring them back, including their remains, armors, clothes and weapons. None of those things should be left behind. That¡¯s His Majesty¡¯s order.¡± Nightingale shrugged and said. ¡°Yes! I¡¯ll take care of this.¡± Brian¡¯s face suddenly hardened, hearing the order. ¡°What a pity! We didn¡¯t catch a demon alive. The plan to make Sigils has to be postponed again.¡± Agatha said with a sigh. ¡°A living demon? There¡¯s probably one.¡± Lightning tilted her head and said. ¡°What? Where?¡± All the people simultaneously turned to look at Lightning. ¡°I¡¯m not sure, but if the demon can swim, maybe it¡¯s still alive,¡± she said while blinking. ¡­ In the afternoon, the paddle steamers left the harbor and turned back to sail towards the City of Neverwinter. The curious and surprised soldiers of the First Army crowded on the deck of a steamer. ¡°This is the enemy that we¡¯re going to fight against in the future?¡± ¡°It looks just so-so, except the huge, intimidating figure.¡± ¡°Hush! What did you say? Haven¡¯t you seen that even His Majesty¡¯s powerful witches were heavily injured. Don¡¯t you know how powerful they are?¡± Someone interrupted. ¡°Yes, those dead demons must be fierce, at least, much tougher than the demonic beasts. Even the powerful lady Anna fainted.¡± Another one added, ¡°Yeah, she was the one who sealed the breach in the city wall and blocked a large group of demonic beasts on her own.¡± The other soldiers agreed. ¡°Yeah¡­ I was there too. Lady Anna saved my life!¡± ¡°If it wasn¡¯t her, I¡¯d already be stomped to death by the demonic boars.¡± ¡°Unfortunately, Miss Angel isn¡¯t here. Otherwise, they would have been cured right now.¡± Hearing what the soldiers said, Nightingale and Agatha standing at the stern of the steamer looked at each other and then shook their heads with a smile. Both of them found what they heard very incredible. Since she came from the time when the witches had ruled the human world and enslaved the common people, Agatha had a brand new feeling towards the ordinary people when she heard that they considered witches comrades-in-arms. Nightingale who had had to hide from the ordinary people for a very long time and had suffered from the coercion of the church also felt for the first time that the ordinary people were able to accept the witches and even willing to fight side by side with them. ¡°What do you think about it?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°You mean the test target? I think we were so lucky to capture it alive when we believed that we were going back empty-handed.¡± Agatha said with a smile. The test target, the living Mad Demon locked in an iron cage attracted the soldiers to flock to have a look at it. According to Lightning, the flames from the explosion of the hydrogen balloon hurt and battered this unlucky demon unconscious causing it to fall into the water. After it regained consciousness, it had struggled for half a day, trying to swim to the bank but had failed since it had been so badly injured. In the end, it was caught by Maggie who said that the Mad Demon must have mistaken her for a Devilbeast thinking that it had come to its rescue and had cried out loudly to catch her attention. It never expected that it would become the witches¡¯ captive. As Iffy was pushed to the limit of her magic power and physical strength, she probably could not trap the demon for a very long time. After discussion, the witches decided to cut all its limbs and let Agatha freeze the wounds. By doing so, the demon could neither kill itself nor die before it used up the Red Mist. ¡°It¡¯s hard to believe that we can still complete the task after the sudden, terrible accident. We¡¯re so lucky.¡± Nightingale twitched her mouth and said. ¡°Oh, don¡¯t you need some rest?¡± Agatha asked, pointing at her waist. ¡°It¡¯s fine after the herbal treatment. Before we met His Majesty Roland, Leaf took care of the wounds for all the sisters in the Witch Cooperation Association.¡± Nightingale said lightly while throwing up her hands. ¡°I¡¯m not prudent enough in this action. Fortunately, everyone is fine.¡± Agatha said and heaved a sigh. ¡°You mean the Senior Demons? That¡¯s not your fault. No one could predict that they would appear in this remote place.¡± Nightingale consoled her. ¡°And that¡¯s what makes me confused¡­ The Senior Demons have never acted alone. They usually hid behind a huge army of demons and they were a few in number. During the decades of the battle, the Union had recorded all of the Senior Demons that appeared. There were less than 20 of them, including those killed in the battle.¡± Agatha paused for a while and continued. ¡°I thought I had to wait until the Bloody Moon came to see them, but now I¡¯m not sure, after seeing the Magic Stones.¡± Nightingale soon got what she meant and that idea sent a chill to her heart. ¡°The demons¡¯ lifespan, growth limit, evolution way and reproduction way still remain unknown to us. What did they do in the past 400 years? Assuming they¡¯ve accumulated so many Magic Stones, is it possible that they may also have many more Senior Demons now?¡± ¡­ Chapter 554 Chapter 554: Reaching the City of Neverwinter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°There are so many boats here,¡± Edith thought, lying beside the porthole of the poop deck. She glanced over to see the fleets that were coming and going on the Redwater River. Since she entered the Western Region, she noticed that many strange Concrete Boats were sailing on the river with no wind sail, making the stream a very crowded one. And according to shipmaster¡¯s introduction, they were called paddle steamers. They relied on steam power to march forward and their speed could not be influenced by the wind. It was said that even if you sail upstream, they were faster than the sailing ship. A paddle steamer usually marched in front of other boats on the river with a string of black smoke lagging behind. No one could clearly explain how the steam pushed the big wooden wheel on both sides of the boat. While one thing was certain, these things were made in the City of Neverwinter. Edith secretively made some estimates that almost every hour there would be one paddle steamer passing by. If it was cargo that these ships carried, then there was no doubt that the amount of material the City of Neverwinter was importing would be astonishing. She learned from businessmen that a city could not be bigger than its ability to import materials. You could get a rough idea about how prosperous this city was and how many business opportunities it could offer, if you just stayed for a couple of days on the city¡¯s main road. You would even know what the most popular goods of the city were if you were good at communication. Obviously, the Redwater River was the most important main road for the Western Region. And watching this busy stream way, she believed all the propaganda she had seen in the king¡¯s city might be more than just Roland, His Majesty¡¯s brag. In such a short time, Roland had integrated the Western Region into one new city whose permanent population and commercial trade had outperformed the old king¡¯s city. Such an outstanding heir to the throne actually had a bad reputation of being ignorant and stubborn¡­ Thinking of these rumors, Edith was more interested in Roland Wimbledon. ¡°Miss Conrad, are you observing the boat again?¡± The door was pushed open, a well-dressed, brown-haired, handsome man walked in. ¡°Want to go out to breathe some fresh air? You must be bored of staying here all the time?¡± ¡°No, this place is nice.¡± Edith stood up and nodded to him. ¡°Thank you for your hospitality.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to thank me,¡± he laughed and said, ¡°I¡¯m lucky to have such a beautiful lady¡¯s company.¡± Edith had heard too much of these kinds of compliments, but she still replied with a delightful look, ¡°Without your help, I¡¯m afraid I may have had to crash with the cargo and refugees.¡± ¡°Of course I couldn¡¯t stand by and let this kind of things happen,¡± the man sat opposite and said. ¡°There¡¯s no one jeweler who¡¯s willing to let jewelry be covered with dust, and you¡¯re just like jewelry to me.¡± This man was Victor, the owner of the Everspring boat. He was a jeweler from the king¡¯s city. After their original boat was burnt, Edith quickly picked out this two-master ship from all the ships that traveled to the Western Region. It was not a passenger boat, neither did it accept any employment. It was Victor¡¯s private ship. But for the Pearl of the Northern Region, as long as the ship-owner was a male, everything was fine. She pretended to be a noble lady from the Northern Region, who came to the Western Region to find her missing relatives. With a couple of words, she made Victor feel sorry for her and invite her aboard the Everspring voluntarily. Compared with the common miniature sailing boats and freighters, the Everspring was spacious and bright, with a comfortable passenger cabin in the poop deck. Besides, it did not have the odors of the rotten wood that were caused by the longtime aquatic travel. Victor even arranged two servants for her, without charging a single gold royal from her. Of course, the only price she needed to pay was to endure Victor¡¯s visits from time to time, showing his generosity and concern, but for Edith, who had been good at running around the circles of the noble, it was just a piece of cake, as she had already gotten used to it. And if he was good enough, she would enjoy the feeling of controlling him. ¡°Although these ships can sail without the push of the wind, it¡¯s all too crude,¡± Victor said and poured a cup of black tea for himself. ¡°I¡¯ve boarded a paddle steamer and carefully observed it, it¡¯s noisy and shaking when sailing¡­ it may be a good choice for transporting goods, but not the best choice for a long journey.¡± ¡°Of course it won¡¯t be as comfortable as the Everspring,¡± Edith laughed and said, ¡°but why do I feel that these boats just popped out in a night? There weren¡¯t such kinds of boats in the Western Region before, I suppose?¡± ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right. They just sprang up overnight,¡± Victor twitched his lips and added, ¡°I used to travel for businesses to Longsong Stronghold and there weren¡¯t these kinds of strange things back then. After just a winter, they¡¯re everywhere now.¡± ¡°Making 20 or 30 paddle steamers in one winter?¡± Edith thought in surprise. As the heir of the Kant Family, she knew exactly what the meaning of it was. Since a big city needed to import a lot of material, the city expansion was limited by the ability of its transportation ability for material. These kinds of non-sailing boats which could be produced so quickly were obviously good to improve the city¡¯s transportation ability, as they could continually transport food and commodities from everywhere to the Western Region. Given that, the expansion speed of the City of Neverwinter would naturally be beyond everyone¡¯s imagination. As for the noises and shaking, it was not worthy of mention. ¡°Look, Miss Conrad, no need to worry about those ugly Concrete Boats. I have something more interesting here. It may help you to kill the time.¡± Victor called the maid beside him, whispering a few words in her ear and then she nodded, turned around and left the room. ¡°What¡¯s it?¡± ¡°Something that can match with your beauty,¡± he gloated and said, ¡°it¡¯s also my old profession.¡± The maid quickly came back to the poop deck with an exquisite album in her hand. Victor spread it out in front of Edith. ¡°Which one do you like?¡± There were many dazzling crystal pictures on the parchment, which were definitely lifelike, with fine brushwork and bright colors. Obviously, the painter that made this album was an expert in doing his job. ¡°Are these¡­ gems?¡± ¡°Precisely, they¡¯re rough stones.¡± Victor explained to her patiently. ¡°I set the prices in accordance with the album¡¯s standard when I purchased them. Compared with the polished jewelry, the rough stones have their own charms¡­ If you¡¯re interested in any kind of rough stones, please let me know. Of course, if you prefer the polished jewelry, I could ask some jewelers to use these rough stones to make some jewelry for you when I get back to the king¡¯s city.¡± Nothing original, Edith just flipped over the album and then gave it back to him. ¡°Thanks, but no.¡± Victor was surprised when he got the book. ¡°So aren¡¯t you interested in these at all?¡± ¡°My relatives are missing. I don¡¯t have the mood to pick these luxury gifts. Please forgive me,¡± Edith answered in a low voice. If she promised him now, he would pester her when they arrived in the City of Neverwinter, which would be a hindrance. Although most of the females would give in to these sparkling things, she would rather appreciate the steam engine that drove the paddle steamer. Compared with the jewelry which only spread among the nobles, those were much more valuable. ¡­ Soon after Victor left, there came a series of deep and rich ringing sounds from the direction of the bow¡­ It seemed that a big fleet was about to leave the harbor. Looking to the harbor, Edith could see the bulk head line becoming clearer and clearer in front of her. Chapter 555 Chapter 555: The Beginning of the Negotiation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN So this is Border Town¡­ no, City of Neverwinter? Edith could not help but feel surprised, seeing the busy and orderly scene in front of her after walking down the gangway ladder. She had had many assumptions prior to her arrival, but found that she had belittled this city. The harbor was three times bigger than that of the king¡¯s city. One side of the dock was crowded with sailing ships and concrete boats, busy unloading cargo. Mountains of minerals and coals were heaped up in the yard. On the other side of the dock, 10 paddle steamers were departing in a row from the trestle. Many citizens stood beside the shore to see them off. All the crews wore uniforms, standing in straight lines along both sides of the boat. Edith could feel their high morale. There was a kind of expression on their faces, the same kind that appeared on knights¡¯ faces when they came back after defeating their enemies. Yet there was no doubt, these people were definitely not the noble. The center of the dock was the gathering place for businessmen, refugees and migrants, most of whom had arrived via various types of sailing vessels. After they disembarked, they were separated by a group of men in black. They were asked to stand in line to pass the barrier after the examination. The floating population in the dock area was over 1,000. Even the king¡¯s city was overshadowed by such a splendid scene. ¡°The dock has grown longer again.¡± Victor commented with surprise. ¡°Does His Majesty plan to turn the whole river bank into the dock area?¡± ¡°Again?¡± Edith noticed his words. ¡°The dock wasn¡¯t this wide last autumn,¡± he opened his arms and said. ¡°There weren¡¯t so many people, either.¡± ¡°What¡¯re they doing in the barrier, taking taxes?¡± ¡°There¡¯re no downtown taxes here. You need to pay taxes only when you have sold out your commodities,¡± Victor enthusiastically explained. ¡°Besides, in the downtown, people are not allowed to set up stalls unofficially. All transactions must take place in the Convenience Market. Those men in black act as patrol teams for the other cities. They set a barrier to register people¡¯s identities and to eliminate demonic plague.¡± ¡°Not to blackmail?¡± Edith asked and winked at her brother who nodded and took out his wallet, ready to give money to pull strings. ¡°No, no, Miss Conrad, I said they¡¯re just like a patrol team.¡± The jeweler, Victor laughed and waved his hand. ¡°In fact, they never charge extra money. I know it¡¯s hard to believe, but this is the truth. I was as surprised as you when I passed the examination for the first time. Come with me. It¡¯s quicker to take the businessman pass.¡± Just as Victor had described, after the men in black verified his identity, they let them all pass the barrier without charging even one bronze royal. ¡°I need to find a clean and comfortable hotel to check in, and then I¡¯m going to pop into the Convenience Market,¡± Victor said and turned around. ¡°What about you, Miss Conrad? If you¡¯re unfamiliar with this place, I¡¯m at your service.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Edith put on a grateful look, lifted her skirt and bowed, saying, ¡°You¡¯ve done me many courtesies during this journey. That¡¯s enough. I¡¯ll go to the City Hall to ask for help. I should be able to get some information about my relatives there.¡± ¡°It takes no effort, My Lady. Besides, it¡¯s my pleasure to know a distinguished noble woman like you. Please don¡¯t mention it.¡± After several evasions, Edith finally got rid of Victor, but the businessman continued to wave at her while leaving. He said if they were in any trouble, they could go to the Holy Mountain Hotel to find him anytime. ¡°Sister, how popular you are.¡± Cole smacked his lips. ¡°Hmm?¡± Edith glanced at him. ¡°What should you call me?¡± ¡°Ugh, well, Miss Edith.¡± The Duke¡¯s second son could not help shuddering. ¡°Shall we find a hotel and check in?¡± ¡°No, we should go to the castle to hand over the document,¡± she said without hesitation. ¡°We should get in contact with His Majesty as soon as possible.¡± ¡°But we don¡¯t have the heads anymore.¡± Cole reminded her in a low voice. ¡°Then we¡¯ll do things under no-head circumstances.¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°Remember the things I¡¯ve told you? Show our sincerity and the two heads alone won¡¯t represent the Kant family¡¯s loyalty.¡± Besides, even if we did have the heads, they would likely be rotten and smelly by now. It was not a good idea to offer two rotten heads to His Majesty. Everything had deviated from its original track since His Majesty left the king¡¯s city. What we did next depends on the specific situation. In the end, it would be the negotiator¡¯s ability that determined the negotiation result. ******************* ¡°Your Majesty, an emissary delegate from the Northern Region is waiting outside the castle, and they want to see you,¡± guard Sean walked into the office and reported. ¡°The leader claimed to be Cole Kant, the second son of Calvin Kant, the present Duke of the Northern Region. Mr. Barov has already verified their voucher document and emblem. They weren¡¯t forged.¡± ¡°The Northern Region?¡± Startled, Roland put down the design drawings. ¡°Wasn¡¯t that Timothy¡¯s territory? Have they stated their intentions?¡± ¡°Yes, Sir Cole said that the Duke is willing to pledge his loyalty to you.¡± the guard answered with excitement. ¡°Voluntarily pledge his loyalty¡­¡± Roland frowned at this news. It was a nuisance, for he did not need a federal Lord¡¯s loyalty. It offered no help in the development of the country and would have an impact on the present centralized system. Roland actually wished they would stay in their domain with a sense of chance, waiting for him to eliminate them all. Only when the old forces were completely annihilated, could the new centralization of authority be built up smoothly. However, he could not just refuse to see them. They were emissary delegates asking for cooperation. If he ignored them intentionally, the other nobles hearing the news would stop expecting a fluke and gang up to fight against him. Though it was not a problem in the military aspect, he still worried that it might influence the citizens of the Eastern Region and Northern Region. Roland already viewed them as his treasure, and of course, he wanted to keep more population. After a thought, he nodded slowly. ¡°Bring them to the living room, and let Barov stay with them.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Sean answered excitedly. Looking at the guard¡¯s expression, Roland pondered what the guard might think was that in this way the whole kingdom would soon be ruled by him. Unfortunately, it was not as simple as it looked. At the same time, he made a decision. No matter what they said, he would stick to his principle and take back the feudal nobles¡¯ rights. This point must be conveyed to all the nobles clearly to show his determination for the implementation of new policies and the reform. If rebel nobles dared to lay their hands on the citizens, he would ensure they paid a heavy price for it. ¡­ There were only two people in the emissary delegation, now seated on one end of the long table when Roland walked into the living room. One of them was the Duke¡¯s second son, Cole Kant, and the other, a gorgeous woman. She appeared to be an assistant to Sir Cole, but in Roland¡¯s eyes, she was more outstanding than Sir Cole himself. Of course, witches were the shiniest pearls when it came to appearance, so Roland did not pay much attention to this. After all, in this era, a female assistant might also play the role of a mistress or maid. ¡°Your Majesty, I bring my father¡¯s regards to you.¡± Cole stood and bowed respectfully to Roland, and then he expressed his intentions. ¡°The Duke of the Northern Region has a gift for you.¡± Chapter 556 Chapter 556: The Bottom Line Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°A gift?¡± Roland said, raising his eyebrow. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°The Hawes Family and the Lista Family from the Northern Region¡­ Your Majesty, both of the earls were not only disobeying your rules, but also attempting to collude with the other nobles to rebel. My father looked through their scheme and punished both of the families.¡± Cole said regretfully, ¡°However, I didn¡¯t expect you to come back to the Western Region so early. Due to my negligence, their heads working as our evidence were destroyed on the way.¡± ¡°Hold on, your father directly executed both of the earls?¡± ¡°Uh,¡± he looked at his assistant and said, ¡°yes.¡± The Kant¡¯s effort to offer his service was stronger than what Roland had expected¡­ ¡°Taking the heads of the two earls as tokens of pledging allegiance shows that they could hardly gain further support from the nobles in the Eastern Region. In this case, the possibility of them joining up to resist his rule of their domain was greatly reduced.¡± Roland thought to himself, ¡°However, I¡¯m not sure if he¡¯s lying at this moment without Nightingale being around.¡± Pondering for a moment, he whispered to Barov beside him, ¡°Are the two families mentioned in the Northern Region?¡± ¡°Both Horsehead Hawes and Double Guns Lista were reputable families of the Northern Region, even more influential than the five big families from the Western Region. Among them, Lista¡¯s ancestors armored up and went on an expedition for the Wimbledon Family. The double guns on the Kamon were taken from the Kingdom of Graycastle¡¯s flag.¡± Barov unhurriedly said, touching his beard, ¡°Of course, these happened more than 200 years ago. However, the name of the Kant Family was not very famous, I remember the family only appeared about 50 years ago¡­ It was unexpected for Timothy to choose Calvin Kant to be the person-in-charge of the Northern Region. It may cause dissatisfaction with the older families. If the difference of their strengths were too much, it would be less effective, even though it¡¯s to pin down the two families.¡± ¡°So what he said is true?¡± Roland automatically ignored the latter section the old director mumbled to show off his vast knowledge. ¡°Uh¡­ it¡¯s unlikely a lie,¡± Barov whispered. ¡°However, this is a matter of the noble¡¯s glory. If it came through as a lie and you¡¯ve accepted their allegiance, Northern Region will have botched it for themselves.¡± ¡°That makes sense.¡± Roland nodded slightly. ¡°It doesn¡¯t really matter if it¡¯s a lie; the bottom line lies within ourselves. It could easily be discussed if the surrender of land ownership could be accepted. However, even the most expensive gifts are meaningless if it¡¯s about seizing power.¡± Thinking about it, Roland looked at Cole and smiled. ¡°First of all, I¡¯d like to express my gratitude to the Duke. Defending the honor of the royal family is the responsibility of every noble. Your father has done a good job. Secondly, both of the earls have received the punishment they deserved, and the kingdom won¡¯t further look into what Duke Kant has done.¡± ¡°Is, is that so? Father will be very happy to hear that.¡± Cole seemed more than relieved. ¡°He¡¯s always wanted to serve the true King and he finally has the chance now.¡± ¡°Is it? I¡¯m also very happy to accept the allegiance of Duke of the Northern Region¡­ But he must agree to obey the new regulations of Graycastle.¡± ¡°The new regulations?¡± Cole was slightly surprised. ¡°What¡¯re they?¡± ¡°The regulation to retrieve the manor power of the noble.¡± Roland was looking at Cole to measure his expression. He said word by word, ¡°There¡¯ll no longer be any noble title in the kingdom. All the domains within the Kingdom of Graycastle will only have one lord, who is the King himself from now on.¡± ¡°What?! Your Majesty, this¡­¡± Cole¡¯s expression drastically changed, he turned around and looked at his assistant again. ¡°Is he really the second son of the Duke? Although he looks a little younger, he shouldn¡¯t be worse than his female officer¡­ His assistant at least managed to keep calm although she was shocked with her mouth slightly open. Of course, it was also possible that she couldn¡¯t understand what I said.¡± Roland thought. ¡°No worries, nobles are still nobles. The munificent life you live won¡¯t change and you¡¯ll even have a chance to hit a new peak.¡± Roland clapped his hands, summoning the attendant to prepare the ¡°promotional manual¡±. ¡°Longsong Stronghold has fully implemented a new set of regulations. You can see many stories regarding the change and some real-life examples of the nobles in the manual. Although it may seem that the nobles have lost part of their privileges, in fact, it has also released the nobles from the manor to engage within the kingdom and even the dance floor of the entire continent.¡± Cole was totally lost. ¡°But¡­ I don¡¯t know¡­¡± Cole¡¯s expression was slightly disappointing to Roland. ¡°However, thinking about it, it¡¯s normal. As the second son of the Duke, he is after all just getting into his adulthood. He¡¯s probably just a messenger for this trip without the actual power of making any decision.¡± ¡°Anyway, you can always send the message back to Duke Calvin. You can also stay in the City of Neverwinter and enjoy the unique scenery here while waiting for his answer¡ªI think you¡¯ll love it here.¡± Although the Duke sending his second son on behalf indeed showed sincerity, Roland was not planning to waste it, so he was temporarily detaining the son to prevent the Duke from being reckless. He thought that the meeting had come to an end, without expecting Cole to make another request. ¡°Your Majesty, may I have a tour within your domain to see how the paddle steamer and steam engine are made?¡± It was a novel request. Roland looked at him with interest and said, ¡°Are you interested in it?¡± ¡°Yes, I¡¯ve heard about such a strange ship when I was in the king¡¯s city. I realized that they¡¯re everywhere here in the Western Region. I¡¯m curious to learn how a paddle steamer moves without a sail.¡± Cole said with one hand covering his chest. ¡°I see.¡± Roland nodded with a smile and said, ¡°I¡¯ll get Director Barov to arrange it.¡± ¡­ Roland returned to the office after dealing with the northern envoy. He was just about to complete the drawing in his hand when he heard a rapid knock coming from outside the window. He turned around and saw two unexpected figures. Lightning was lying on the windowsill while Maggie was crouching on her head, pecking on the glass window. Roland¡¯s heart suddenly tightened. ¡°It¡¯s only been three days. The paddle steamer shouldn¡¯t be able to return so soon. Could it be an accident?¡± ¡°Why did you come back first?¡± He opened the French window and impatiently asked, ¡°What about the others?¡± ¡°Your Majesty! We¡¯ve captured a demon!¡± ¡°However Anna, Leaf, and Nightingale were injured, coo!¡± ¡°Luckily, there¡¯s nothing serious!¡± ¡°However it¡¯s pretty painful, coo! Can you please allow Miss Nana to come with us?¡± Listening to both of them scrambling to finish the story, Roland felt as if he was on a roller-coaster. He sighed and said, ¡°Nothing serious?¡± ¡°No, coo!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll order people to fetch Nana.¡± He turned around and walked out of the room. ¡°Remember to finish telling everything at once next time!¡± ¡­ The next evening, two paddle steamers finally appeared at the west end of the Redwater River. The First Army stayed behind and evacuated the No. 22 trestle, and prepared a covered carriage in order to prevent the crowd from becoming panicked at the sight of the demon. A temporary barrack was set up in the castle backyard, as a laboratory and a study of demons and Sigils, under Leaf¡¯s supervision. Roland felt completely relieved when he saw Anna and Nightingale walking down the trestle. It was only four days since their departure, however, it felt like months to him. The time went by especially slow when he heard those two were injured. ¡°It¡¯s a difficult task this time.¡± Roland grinned and opened up his arms to Anna. Anna did not say anything but ran into Roland¡¯s arms and hugged him tightly. Nightingale sighed. ¡°You said you¡¯d be waiting for us in the castle¡­ The pier is not safe, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°You too,¡± Roland said and laughed. ¡°You had a long day.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± she uncomfortably shifted her head and said, ¡°It was actually alright.¡± Anna let go of Roland and pulled Nightingale in as well. Followed by Wendy, then Leaf¡­ This time all the witches took turns to give Roland a hug, including Agatha and Iffy. The figures of the crowd looked extremely long under the reflection of the maroon-colored setting sun. Chapter 557 Chapter 557: Damage Testing Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After dinner, Roland immediately rushed to the castle¡¯s backyard even though he really wanted to have some private time with Anna first. However, the Red Mist from the demon was limited and the experiment had to be carried out immediately. Almost all of the members of the Witch Union were present, even those who were not taking part in the test did not want to miss out on the chance to take a closer look at the enemy. The dissected Mad Demon was already under Breeze¡¯s control, quietly lying in the middle of the shed¡¯s floor. This was the first time Roland got to see an alien being that was different from a human. It had a huge body and was even taller than Iron Axe by a full head¡¯s height. Its frozen arms were as thick as a human¡¯s thighs, with ridges of clearly defined muscles, fully-covered by blue blood vessels that showcased its great strength. The black-blue color of its rough skin was supposed to be normal, considering that the demon¡¯s blood was blue in color. Roland reached out his hand to feel its body. Clearly, the demon¡¯s body was warmer and that meant that their metabolism rate was faster. In other words, the higher their metabolism rate was, the lower their environmental adaptability would be. Since the Mad Demon had a respirator which was connected to its helmet, its appearance was temporarily hidden. However, judging from its entire appearance, it was obviously an advanced chordate. A Mad Demon at least had a human-like appearance, especially when compared to the ridiculous Fearsome Demon and the Lord of Hell. Of course, according to Agatha, the Junior Demon had lower intelligence and could not be compared to humans. When speaking of cunning and trickery, though, the Senior Demon was more like a human. ¡°Among the five demons, the Supermagic was melted by the Sigil of God¡¯s Will and one of the Mad Demons was dissected by Anna. Two bottles of Red Mist came from the remaining three and they were used on the way.¡± Agatha rubbed her forehead, looking a little tired and her voice was much softer than usual. ¡°The mist will only last until tomorrow evening. So, the experiment should be carried out before tomorrow afternoon, if we want to make the Sigil. I¡¯ll still need half a day to melt down the base of the Sigil and I may fail a few times during the process.¡± ¡°The Red Mist is fatal to witches. How did you manage to change the gas tank?¡± ¡°We turned to the common people for help.¡± She pointed at the sclerotin container that was set to the side and said. ¡°I¡¯ve brought back some of the empty storage tanks in case we needed them in the future.¡± Roland nodded and turned around to look at Breeze and said, ¡°Can you control the magic power it used?¡± ¡°If it can do it,¡± Breeze seriously answered, ¡°I don¡¯t need to specifically manipulate its every move, but rather just give it an order and force it to follow the order. This command is beyond the limits of language and thought, so even the demonic beasts would follow it. But of course, it shouldn¡¯t be too complicated.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± Roland then instructed Nana. ¡°Connect the limbs so I can see the power and intervals of a Mad Demon spear thrower.¡± ¡°Hold on. In the castle?¡± Lily frowned. Mystery Moon, Hummingbird, and the others immediately hid behind Wendy. However, Paper and Summer, who had not experienced the destruction of the Witch Cooperation Association did not have much reaction. Their expressions showed curiosity instead of fear. ¡°Will there be an accident?¡± Softfeathers muttered. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We¡¯re watching it,¡± Iffy calmly said. Roland had roughly understood the process of the Melting Point Action during the dinner. The unexpected appearance of a Senior Demon caused a panic among the team, leading them into danger. However, the witches finally managed to defeat the strong enemy. Iffy played an important role, especially after the Sigil of God¡¯s Will became ineffective. Her determination to make time for everyone to escape had changed the others¡¯ perspective towards her and her attitude towards non-combat witches also became softer. However, it was so subtle that even Iffy herself probably did not notice the slight transformations. Perhaps it would take a little longer for her to be accepted as one of the team. However, Roland could see the opportunity for both sides to reconcile. Nana reluctantly squatted down to start treating the demon. There was absolutely no way to complete the ¡°surgery¡± with conventional medicine. In a situation where there was a lack of an anti-freezing agent, it would only prevent the limbs from becoming rotten, but it would not be able to prevent the cellular structure from becoming burned by the freezing. However, the poor condition of the broken limbs was clearly improving and even the mottled burns were fading, bit by bit, under the unreasonable magic restoration. Once the limbs were completely re-connected, the originally black-colored skin was gradually turning green which signified the blood was starting to re-circulate. After half an hour, the demon quietly stood up from where it had been lying on the ground and slowly walked out of the shed. The witches followed it out one by one and this was different from their former swarming manner of just rushing in. Now they formed a long line behind Wendy and Scroll. The mixed expressions of fear and curiosity on Mystery Moon¡¯s and the others¡¯ faces made Roland laugh uncontrollably. Leaf had already prepared the ¡°shooting range¡± which was a target around 200 meters away from the wooden shed. There were a steel plate and a cuirass, which were hanging down from the grapevines located at the end of the garden fence after passing through the two rows of olive trees which lined both sides. It was also the conventional combat distance for a revolving rifle. ¡°Start.¡± Roland signaled, looking at the demon with the bone spear. ¡°Yes.¡± Breeze just finished her words when the arms of the Mad Demon started to swell. The Magic Stone mounted on its arms was glowing with a faint yellow light. The demon stepped forward, with its body bent, and it threw the bone spear towards the target. There was a flash of white, followed by the crisp noise of the cuirass, ringing in the distance. His arms quickly shriveled, as if it had exhausted all its strength. Probably due to its severe injuries, the recovery time was far longer than usual. Its arms only returned to their normal state after about an hour. Of course, its throwing power was not weak. The bone spear had completely penetrated the cuirass and it was firmly pinned to the fence. Pulling the bone spear out, it could be seen that the spearhead was broken from the impact of throwing. There would be more damage if it were replaced by the iron short spear. However, looking at the dressing of the Mad Demon, the enemy probably had less of an understanding of metal utilization compared to humans. Even the armor of the Senior Demon did not look like it was made of pure metal. After thinking about it, it was probably due to the high-temperature flame needed to smelt the metal, and the Red Mist happened not to be resistant. If the information given by Agatha was accurate, the demons must be very careful with their use of fire. If the human civilization had originated from fire, then the demons were probably born to hate their fire. The next test was the quick throw. The Mad Demon was forced to throw two bone spears within a short interval of time. However, it was roaring in pain. Although its body was controlled, the sharp pain caused by the overuse of Magic Stones was not removed. Its arms were paralyzed after it finished throwing. They looked shriveled and dry like bark and could not recover again. Both of the bone spears had been crushed against the three millimeters thick steel plate. Thus, the most threatening technique of the Mad Demon could be compared to revolving rifles using black powder bullets, which if replaced by the bolt rifle, could easily pierce through a steel plate. Chapter 558 Chapter 558: Beauty Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After reaching the conclusion, Roland felt slightly relieved. The basic combat capability of the demons did not exceed the combat efficiency of the conventional firearms as the machine gun and cannon were enough to crush all the enemies within the distance of 500 to 1,000 meters, while the spear thrower attack was obviously unsuitable for the trench warfare. Mad Demon would not even stand a chance as long as the bullet production kept up with the pace since it would take three to five seconds for the Magic Stone to charge up and take effect. It implied that at least the humans would be competitive on the frontlines of the battlefield. ¡°It would be nice if you were born in Taquila.¡± Agatha sighed while staring at the weapon in Roland¡¯s hand. ¡°The number of common people on the Fertile Plains is 100 times more than those in the Kingdom of Graycastle, so is the number of witches. If every one of them had a spear in their hands, the demons would have probably run back to where they came from.¡± Roland smiled but he did not agree with it in his heart. After all, it was a witch-dominated empire 400 years ago. He thought, [If there were really a weapon that gave the common people power beyond the witches, would the seniors of the Union have lightly accepted such an existence? Witches have always been the minority¡ªthere were millions of humans yet only thousands of witches. This has been the case since the Land of Dawn until the Fertile Plains. Would the long-oppressed common people willingly set foot on the battlefield? Once the actual strength was reversed, the disintegration of the dominance hierarchy would inevitably lead to civil strife. The idea of fighting for the survival of the human beings was still extremely vague after the awakening of nationalism, not to mention a group of humans who had been living like slaves to have such a lofty ideal.] Of course, Roland would not talk about these conclusions in the public and Agatha was simply a researcher of the Quest Society, so it would be better not to involve her in the political matters. After the damage test, Anna amputated the demon again and put it into a steel cage. ¡°Is that all?¡± Agatha asked. Roland shook his head and said, ¡°That¡¯s all for today. The injury test shall begin tomorrow morning.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°We¡¯re going to test the resistance ability of the various parts of the demon to shooting, as well as the effects of the chemicals, Pill of Madness and Dreamland Water,¡± Roland answered. ¡°Oh yeah, and get Lucia to separate the composition of Red Mist and see what we can get out of it.¡± [Unfortunately, the demon can¡¯t be kept alive for the long-term. Otherwise, more comprehensive data could be collected by using Nana¡¯s healing power on the demon.] Agatha yawned and said, ¡°Up to you. However, I¡¯ll need two witch assistants to help me make the Sigil and the materials must be prepared in advance as the blood doesn¡¯t last once the demon is dead. It¡¯s better to start melting the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation when the demon is still alive.¡± She paused and said, ¡°By the way, what kind of Sigil do you want to make?¡± ¡°We can make any of them as long as we¡¯ve sufficient Magic Stones?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± she nodded and said, ¡°the failure doesn¡¯t consume the stone itself but I¡­ Oh no, nothing.¡± Roland raised his brows and asked, ¡°What¡¯s with you?¡± ¡°Never mind. It was simply a slip of the tongue,¡± Agatha curled her lips and said. ¡°At most you¡¯ll only be losing some raw materials.¡± Roland did not continue pressing since Agatha did not want to go on. ¡°Let me come back to you with an answer tomorrow morning after I study the ¡®Magic Stone Collection''¡±. ******************* It was bound to be a sleepless night. Edith Kant was standing by the window, overlooking the city under the night sky. [Businessmen always refer to candlelight as wealth; the brighter a place is in the night, the wealthier it is.] She thought that within the Inner City of the king¡¯s city, the scene of a brightly lit night would only exist near the taverns and theatres. However, she could never really grasp the true meaning of brightly lit night here, within the Southern Coast of the Redwater River. Looking from afar, the shore was as bright as if it were lit. However, it was not the orange-glow of the bonfire but a soft-yellow light, looking bright yet stable as if it were a yarn-covered sunlight. The entire factory area would be continuously producing a variety of goods at night, goods that they called industrial products. The steam engine was one of them. The afternoon visit had left Edith feeling an indescribable shock. A shock which was beyond the shock left by the fight on the battlefield or anything else¡­ It was even beyond comparison with the removal of land command mentioned by His Majesty. When she entered the factory, she saw some rough iron ingots that were being spun and drilled one by one, her attention was instantly caught, especially when the dirty iron slabs that were full of grease and scrapes transformed into shiny components that had been given a sense of newborn beauty. The hard materials were processed into different shapes by the roaring machines that could work by themselves after being put together in a unique way¡ªwhat a wonderful sight it was. The factory was not a wonderful place with the running sewage and metal scraps all over the floor, in addition to the noise and humid air, but Edith had stayed there for an entire afternoon. And, she could clearly remember the City Hall officer who brought the emissary delegation to visit was looking impatient and wanted to leave the noisy place early. The officer felt relieved when the group of people finally intended to leave and there was a statement she could freshly remember, ¡°What¡¯s so interesting about this machine? Only His Majesty Roland will think that there¡¯s a hidden beauty within these black blotches.¡± [Hidden beauty?] Edith suddenly felt a strong resonance. That was right¡­ It was the beauty that was brought by the pure power and that could knead and transform the metal without any restraint. There was an additional kind of beauty with the aid of a natural trend, especially after she understood the operational principle of the steam engine. The beauty was far beyond the beauty of colorful gems and exquisite luxury clothing. She could only feel that something had faintly touched her heart. [How does His Majesty know these pieces of knowledge? What else does he know?] Suddenly, a knocking sound outside the bedroom interrupted Edith¡¯s thoughts. ¡°Sister, I¡¯ve done bathing,¡± Cole stuck his head in and said, ¡°and the water is still warm. Do you want to take a bath as well?¡± ¡°Get the servant to boil a new basin of water.¡± She ordered. ¡°Do you understand the principle of the water intake here?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve sent someone to ask around. The water of the pipeline seems to flow out from the standing iron tower.¡± Cole touched his head while walking into the room. ¡°As for how the water flows upwards from the well, they didn¡¯t really say anything about it. Oh yeah, there was something in the bathroom that you must try. It looks like a special fat but it smells really good after soaking in the water. It feels fantastic to clean the body with it. I can assure you that even the milk and rose bath is not as comfortable!¡± [Is this deliberately arranged by His Majesty?] Edith could not help but ponder. The residence of the emissary delegation was located near the castle district. It was a four-story building with a top floor that was higher than half of the castle; not only could they enjoy the night view of the City of Neverwinter from there, but even the layout and facilities of the rooms were quite ingenious¡ªalthough it was not big, it was comfortable to live in. A reception officer from the City Hall mentioned that it was the hotel His Majesty specifically prepared for the foreign emissary, which was calling the Foreign Affairs Building. From what she could see, it was Roland Wimbledon¡¯s intention to show off with both the clear water that was pouring out from the valve once it was unscrewed and the washing material that Cole was praising about. Chapter 559 Chapter 559: A Discussion about the System Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What do you think of it?¡± Edith sat back to the bed. ¡°The bathroom?¡± ¡°No, the new laws.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Cole was a bit hesitated. ¡°I¡¯m going to write father a letter tomorrow and tell him His Majesty¡¯s terms. I don¡¯t think he¡¯ll agree.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Edith neither approved nor disapproved. Seeing Edith did not refute him, Cole ventured more confidently. ¡°I¡¯ve read the booklet distributed by His Majesty. Let¡¯s put aside the credibility issue for now and just look at the example. The top-ranking noble listed as the example is just an earl¡¯s son, who is currently equivalent to a duke without lands. To be honest, I¡¯d definitely make the same choice if I were merely a knight. However, our father is the designated ruler of the Northern Region, Duke of the City of Evernight. He has far greater power and more distinctive social status than the oldest son of the Honeysuckle Family. If he agrees to His Majesty¡¯s terms, it means he¡¯s consenting to hand over his domain. This isn¡¯t a promotion, but a demotion instead.¡± ¡°Good reasoning.¡± Edith nodded with a smile, but soon went on before her brother could feel good about himself. ¡°But you¡¯ve missed one thing.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Whether we¡¯re able to keep our current status and power is uncertain.¡± Cole was a little stunned. ¡°You¡¯ve apparently focused on the story in the latter part of the booklet, but I care more about the paragraph at the beginning.¡± Edith picked up the advertising pamphlet from the nightstand and flipped over the cover page. ¡°If this is really His Majesty¡¯s idea¡­ I have to say it¡¯s quite interesting.¡± ¡°The cause¡­ of feudalism?¡± Cole peeped over her shoulder. ¡°Have you figured out what it means?¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a made-up word. You can call it the current system or the system of nobility.¡± Cole looked confused. Edith shook her head in silence. It seemed quite strange to put such an awkward paragraph at the very beginning of the booklet. The writing did not really flow at first glance, and the contents were also much drier than the following examples. Nevertheless, after probing into its underlying meanings, she realized that this opening statement was the basis of Roland Wimbledon¡¯s decision to implement the new laws. It was her first time to come across such an innovative and eloquent argument. ¡°Have you ever thought of the reason we grant lands to subordinate knights and vassals?¡± ¡°To have them remain loyal to the Kant Family,¡± Cole mumbled, ¡°and also to attract more courageous men to work for us.¡± ¡°What if our father becomes the sole ruler of the entire Northern Region?¡± Edith continued to ask. ¡°Do you mean to have all the lands go to our family?¡± Cole shook his head after some contemplation. ¡°That won¡¯t work. If we hold all the lands, these knights will lose their properties and thus leave for somewhere else to seek employment, so will the lower nobles. The Kant Family will then become the only nobles in the town.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it nice?¡± ¡°Of course not!¡± Cole winked, failing to understand why his sister asked such a self-evident question. ¡°The Northern Region is way too large to handle by ourselves. It takes the guards around half a week just to march from the City of Evernight to the Palisade City in the event of an attack, not to mention the extra time we need to deliver messages. Plus, it¡¯ll be rather problematic to collect taxes and food. We can¡¯t wait for those lowlifes to voluntarily make the payment, can we?¡± ¡°So, we constantly increase our subordinates to keep our lands is fundamentally due to the potential war requirements and our limitations of management. These two factors are also what His Majesty thinks the main cause of feudalism.¡± Edith said while caressing the booklet, ¡°However, things have changed. No matter how we arm ourselves, it¡¯s futile to resist His Majesty¡¯s unstoppable army. Meanwhile, His Majesty firmly believes a powerful City Hall will be able to manage the whole region. As a matter of course, there¡¯ll be no need to grant lands to the nobles.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Cole groped unsuccessfully for adequate words, failing because he did not know what to respond. ¡°Roland Wimbledon thinks such a change is inevitable.¡± Edith pointed to the last sentence of the opening statement. ¡°A well-functioning centralized government will unavoidably replace feudal nobles, because a unified management system will make better use of resources across the whole region and maximize people¡¯s potential, and thereby largely increase the productivity of the entire kingdom. Productivity determines the dominant power of the state.¡± ¡°Nonsense.¡± Cole bellowed. ¡°What¡¯s productivity? Farming skills? A knight can knock 10 farmers down. Besides, where does he get so much manpower to¡­ administer the whole country and take charge of tax collection? He still, after all, needs to rely on the nobles. In that case, what will be the difference? Those lowlifes won¡¯t care about who their King is.¡± ¡°I¡¯m as curious as you are in this regard.¡± Edith curled up her lips into a smile. ¡°But don¡¯t you think the person who is capable of jotting down such a plan will have full preparation for the implementation of the new laws?¡± She paused for a moment and then said, ¡°Let¡¯s call on him again tomorrow. I¡¯ll do the talking this time.¡± ¡°That fast?¡± Cole was surprised. ¡°Don¡¯t you usually reveal your true identity only after they inquire about it?¡± ¡°I can¡¯t wait till then.¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°Also, don¡¯t write to father just yet. You¡¯ve heard that he¡¯s let me take the lead on this meeting.¡± ¡°Are you¡­ going to agree to His Majesty¡¯s proposal?¡± Cole gasped. ¡°Father will kill you!¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Um¡­ No, I mean he¡¯ll resent you.¡± Cole soon corrected himself. ¡°After all, he sent you primarily for the purpose of keeping his title as a duke.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯m not that amenable.¡± Edith raised her eyebrows. ¡°Since the king has already placed his bid, surely I have to negotiate a better price, don¡¯t you think?¡± ******************* The following day, Roland received multiple injury test reports in succession. Demons were by no means physically stronger than witches. Although both guns and swords could fatally injure them, toxin could not due to their different physiological structure. For instance, none of the chlorine, nitric oxide and carbon monoxide had any impacts on demons. Even they did, it resulted from the decrease in the effective ingredients in the Red Mist. Neither the Dreamland Water nor the Pill of Madness worked. The Dreamland Water had failed to make the demon fall asleep, and the Pill of Madness did not drive him crazy. As to the ingredients of the Red Mist, it was composed of various gases and water. Kyle Sichi had confirmed through experiments that one part of the ingredients was flammable with an unpleasant odor. Another part was nitrogen, and the rest was unknown. However, demons appeared to depend on the feeble magic power swarming in the Mist rather than these ingredients to maintain their lives, which was also why the Red Mist could only be preserved for a short period of time. Furthermore, the Red Mist would break down faster at a temperature of 300 ¡æ and would even burn at 800 ¡æ. Roland folded the reports and put them in the drawer. It seemed that other than regular firearms, the fire also lethal to demons. At least, its high temperature could effectually break down the Red Mist. Given that, it seemed that they could instantly reverse the situation by setting a great fire on demons¡¯ campgrounds. Chapter 560 Chapter 560: Uncovering the Truth Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland was debating which kind of incendiary weapon was easier to manufacture when a guard came in. ¡°Your Majesty, the ambassadors of the Northern Region requested to see you.¡± [It has been just one day¡­] Roland thought, feeling a bit surprised. [Are they planning to directly turn down my offer without even letting the duke know?] ¡°Bring them to the drawing room.¡± He instructed after a momentary silence. ¡°Also, ask Carter to block all the exits to the Foreign Affairs Building and stop the emissary delegation from getting out.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Since they had refused to agree to his policies, it left him no choice but to detain them by force. ¡­ When Roland entered the drawing room, he noticed that the pair across the long table had switched their seatings. The lady, who claimed to be the assistant to Cole, was sitting in the guest of honor seat, whereas Cole was sitting next to her with a book in his hand. ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯m the first daughter of the Duke of the City of Evernight, Edith Kant, Cole¡¯s sister. Please accept the best regards from the Kant Family.¡± The lady rose and performed a perfect curtsy. ¡°Please forgive Cole for not introducing me during our first meeting.¡± ¡°Calvin¡¯s daughter?¡± Roland was intrigued by this turn of the events and after a short pause said, ¡°So you¡¯re the real leader of the emissary delegation?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She placed her hand on her chest. ¡°My father has authorized me to act on his behalf with respect to all matters concerning this visit and has also given me his seal.¡± It was fairly rare for a woman to participate in political affairs in this era, especially for a young and pretty one. Judging from Edith¡¯s confident expression, Roland could tell it was evidently not her first time to deal with heads of state. Every trait of her demeanor was impeccable. As to holding back her real identity, Roland knew it was simply a little trick to draw his attention. It was not a deliberate act of concealment or deception whatsoever, but just a disguise to mislead the other party. Most nobles would view it as a bold and playful move, which he had to admit was really effective. ¡°In other words, you can make the decision on behalf of your father?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. More accurately, he¡¯ll follow my advice.¡± [That¡¯s such a confident answer,] thought Roland, who was amused to see Cole scratching his head beside his sister. ¡°Alright¡­ So, Miss Edith, what¡¯s your purpose of this meeting?¡± Roland had thought she would politely decline his terms or talk him out of implementing the new laws using a more ¡°playful¡± tactic, but he did not expect to see her taking out a booklet from her backpack and spreading it on the table. That was the exact booklet he had drafted. ¡°I have a few questions to ask you.¡± Edith came straight to the point. ¡°You said feudal nobles will be obsolete as the centralized power increases. However, how are you going to guarantee the effective management of all the local authorities in the Kingdom without the assistance of nobles?¡± [Is she¡­ planning to discuss politics with me?] Roland thought. From her sincere look, Roland knew she was serious. It had been a long time since he had heard such an interesting question. ¡°By people and the development of technologies,¡± Roland answered after pondering for a long time. ¡°Do you mean free men? What¡¯s the development of technologies?¡± ¡°Correct. A management team trained, paid and disbursed by the City Hall. Since the City Hall will provide labors and necessary equipment, administrators aren¡¯t required to have large properties or affluent manpower. Therefore, it doesn¡¯t matter whether they¡¯re nobles or not.¡± Roland started to explain what a centralized government should look like and how ordinary people could get promoted, as well as the practical significance of technologies in domain control. It took him an hour to detail everything. ¡°How are you going to avoid dereliction of duty among the administrators of the king¡¯s city? How will the trade be distributed after the unification of the Kingdom of Graycastle? And can you really evaluate the performance of your policies with productivity?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Edith¡¯s eyes glistened with excitement as she raised more questions. It had been about noon by the time they finally closed their conversation. She heaved a sigh of relief. ¡°I see. You did have a thorough consideration before writing down the opening statement.¡± Roland sipped the tea in satisfaction. As a person who did not major in political science, this was all he could talk about regarding politics. ¡°Thank you very much for your time, Your Majesty. I didn¡¯t expect you would answer my questions in such detail.¡± ¡°The very basic requirement for a City Hall in the new era is to publicize the policies and enable everybody to have a comprehensive understanding of its contents. Only in this way will things go well when it comes to the implementation.¡± Edith gave an approving nod and then switched the topic. ¡°Could you provide the Northern Region with the equipment and workers for manufacturing steam engines?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t provide the workers as the City of Neverwinter is also short of manpower. But you¡¯re welcome to send your men to study here, provided that the nobles in the Northern Region waive their feudal rights and agree to be under the supervision of the City Hall.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll also teach them how to manufacture paddle steamers?¡± ¡°Of course. As long as they¡¯re willing to pay gold royals, this won¡¯t be a problem. However, it¡¯ll be hard to move the production line to the north in a short period of time without the assistance of witches.¡± ¡°I¡¯m very surprised by your honesty, Your Majesty.¡± She meditated for a while. ¡°But there¡¯s one thing I don¡¯t quite understand. According to your plan, you can easily unify the whole Kingdom of Graycastle in ten years. By then, the new policies won¡¯t face any backlash from the public and you won¡¯t really need to care about our opinions. Why are you so anxious to implement these new laws?¡± Roland was silent. It took him quite a while to reply. ¡°Do you really want to know the reason?¡± Edith did not expect he would speak in such a grave tone, so her manner tightened into formality as well. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Then follow me.¡± Roland rose. ¡°I¡¯ll show you one thing.¡± ¡­ Roland led Edith to the backyard in shadows of trees and took her to the wooden shed at the center of the olive woods. A demon, whose limbs had been amputated, was lying on a long table. There were all sorts of vials and flasks piling around him. Agatha was taking his blood samples to complete the final step of the preparation. ¡°My goodness, what¡¯s¡­ this?¡± Edith had cried out in a low voice in disbelief, but Roland noticed she was simply shocked but not afraid. ¡°I should have locked the shed and asked Leaf to surround the whole yard.¡± Agatha frowned. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that you plan to let a common people participate in the sigil manufacture. If I were integrating the God¡¯s Stone, I would have probably failed already.¡± ¡°Of course not¡­ We won¡¯t be here long.¡± Roland coughed to conceal his embarrassment and then turned to Edith. ¡°The creature you see is of a different race. It¡¯s what you rumored as a demon. They live to the north of the Impassable Mountain Range and are also the biggest enemies that human beings are to face. The war between the demons and mankind has nothing to do with domains or wealth, but with life and death.¡± ¡°Demon? A war of life and death?¡± Edith muttered involuntarily. ¡°Right. It¡¯s a long story that the church has been keeping as a secret. It can be dated back to 1,000 years ago when people called it¡ªthe ¡®Battle of Divine Will¡¯.¡± Chapter 561 Chapter 561: The Magic Power of Blood Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Agatha was relieved when Roland and the woman finally left. [Was I being too much just now? Perhaps I should be more kind towards the lord even in the face of a common people. After all, 400 years have passed, the world is different now.] Despite these thoughts, she still did not like non-witches entering the laboratory where the Sigil was produced and she did not want His Majesty to know the method of making the Sigil. Of course, the latter would soon be revealed. Agatha turned around to set up the six square wooden boxes she had prepared in the morning and inserted the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation His Majesty collected into them. It was the template for making the Sigil base. Four Sigils of Listening, a Sigil of Screaming and a Sigil of Observing were what she needed to make. As she had expected, His Majesty did not choose any combat Sigils, but instead, he chose the basic supplementary Sigils in accordance with the Magic Stones in hand. The action of using high-quality Magic Stones left by a Supermagic to make the Sigil of Screaming and the Sigil of Observing was considered a waste in the Quest Society. Now that Roland possessed powerful firearms, the demand for the combat Sigils was of course, not as strong. Not to mention that the stronger the Sigil was, the more magic power would be required. A knocking sound came from outside the shed again. It seemed that in addition to an independent research tower, she would also need a few servants. Agatha reluctantly put down the Magic Stone in her hands and opened the wooden door. ¡°What¡¯s the matter, Your Majesty? Anything else¡­¡± ¡°Thank you for waiting, Miss Agatha.¡± ¡°Mmm hmm, do you need me to treat the demon again?¡± It was Anna and Nana entering this time. They were the assistants Agatha had requested from Roland. ¡°No. Ahem,¡± she corrected herself and said, ¡°You¡¯re just in time. I¡¯ve just finished screening. Let¡¯s put the materials into the boxes, and then we can officially start the production.¡± ¡­ When the bright blue blood flew into the wooden box through the coated flexible tube, some incredible changes began to happen to the God¡¯s Stones. When the blood dripped onto the stones, a series of bubbles emerged. Like a burning candle, the corner areas of the hard stones were melted into sticky liquid flowing down from the stones, revealing the God¡¯s Stones themselves. The demon was desperately struggling, exhausting the very last effort it had left as if it was aware of what they were doing. Unfortunately for it, the struggle was futile under the confinement of the solid iron chain. Soon, the six boxes were filled with the blood of the Mad Demon. The first box looked as if it were boiling. The surging liquid was mixed with fine sand, mercury, and the God¡¯s Stone, looking sticky and muddy. Anna carefully observed the changes and asked, ¡°Does the raw materials affect the quality of Sigil?¡± ¡°Yes, it mainly depends on the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation and the magic power of blood. The Quest Society thought that the magic power transformed all aspects of the body. The physical quality of Senior Witches was apparently better than that of ordinary witches. Moreover, the transcendents had achieved their limitation at this point. In order to improve the efficiency of the Sigil, we would try our best to choose the blood of the strongest demon and the God¡¯s Stones of the best quality to make better Sigils. For example, Lady Alice¡¯s God¡¯s Sigil of Retaliation was completed with the blood of a dying Supermagic on the battlefield. ¡°Will the same happen when a witch¡¯s blood merges with the God¡¯s Stone?¡± ¡°Not the same. The God¡¯s Stone won¡¯t melt like a candle and the reaction won¡¯t be as intense. The liquid formed can flow freely like water now. However, the demon¡¯s blood will eventually solidify and become as hard as stone.¡± Agatha said while inserting a piece of separating panel into the wooden box, ¡°Therefore, the process of making Sigil is similar to melting metal. Before it¡¯s completely solidified, we have to embed the Magic Stones and complete the most crucial step¡ªconnecting the Magic Vein. ¡°Vein?¡± Anna was curious. ¡°Like a plant?¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°Remember what I said previously? The Quest Society thought that only life could carry magic power, and without the Magic Vein, a Sigil will only be a dead object. The Magic Stones would still be individual entities but would not jointly produce the incredible power after the combination.¡± ¡°Does this mean that the demon¡¯s blood can give these ordinary substances¡­ life?¡± she asked in surprise. ¡°It doesn¡¯t happen with the demon¡¯s alone.¡± Agatha calmly answered, ¡°We need a witch¡¯s blood as well.¡± Nana was shocked. She covered her mouth with her hands. ¡°The Quest Society only discovered this secret by accident. Mixing the witch¡¯s blood with the demon¡¯s would produce a strange effect, keeping the melted God¡¯s Stone ¡®alive¡¯, like a plant. The vein would not lose the effect of magic power even if it was left aside for a long time¡­ I¡¯m not sure how to describe it. Anyway, you¡¯ll understand when you see it. ¡± The first box of liquid had cooled down, revealing a layer of grayish light. It looked like condensed blue wax oil. Agatha removed the panel, leaving two hemispherical grooves and a strip of shallow groove in the box. Then she picked up the knife on the table and slid it across her wrist¡ªthe bright crimson blood gushed out thickly, filling up half of a wine glass. She said to the little girl, ¡°Help me heal the wound, please.¡± This was the reason Agatha had chosen both of them. Anna had the best learning ability within the union. She was suitable for the inheritance of the skill and Nana could help to effectively reduce Agatha¡¯s pain. Healing witches were the main forces of the front-line combat in Taquila, it was impossible to arrange for any of them to support the Quest Society. Most of the time, the laboratory could only use herbs to treat the wounds after releasing blood. If it were not for the hope of defeating the demons Roland Wimbledon showed her and the unbiased treatment to all the witches, she would rather bury the method of the Sigil making for good. The fact that the witch¡¯s blood could be perfectly blended into the demon¡¯s blood was unacceptable to most people even in the union. Even with her personal exposure to this matter, she had once suspected the origins of witches. Such confusion was very detrimental to the Battle of Divine Will, thus, the making of Sigil was one of the secrets that the members of the union had strictly kept. She did not want His Majesty to participate in the observation for this reason. Especially there were the rumors about witches being minions that had fallen into the demon¡¯s seduction. Agatha hoped to delay the time when Roland would find out even though he would find out sooner or later. [It¡¯s probably a self-delusion.] She secretly sighed to herself. When the mixture was semi-hard, Agatha embedded the Magic Stone into the groove and poured her warm blood onto it. The crimson blood was flowing within the shallow groove and the cobalt-toned blood clots surrounding it started to wriggle; the edge of both gradually blurred, forming into an interpenetrated form. After that, she injected magic power into the Sigil. Suddenly, the red-colored blood line projected fine rays of light and numerous light-spots were flowing within the vein. It was rhythmically expanding and shrinking with wriggling movements, as if it were breathing. Anna and Nana understood the meaning of Agatha¡¯s words at the same time. The Sigil had come ¡°alive¡± Chapter 562 Chapter 562: The Witnesses Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°So¡­ was it successful?¡± Anna softly asked. ¡°Yes. Then, it should be cut and sealed within the silver foil.¡± Agatha nodded and said, ¡°The final step is different depending on the type of Sigil. For example, the Sigil of Screaming should not be cut as it would be used a whole.¡± ¡°What will happen if we fail?¡± ¡°The bloodlines won¡¯t be able to collect the magic power for some unknown reason. There¡¯s always a chance of this happening no matter how good the materials are. The solution is pretty simple as well, we just need to pry the magic stone off and redo it.¡± ¡°But, it¡¯d consume the blood¡­¡± Anna frowned. ¡°That¡¯s why the demon¡¯s blood was considered more precious than the witch¡¯s blood in Taquila.¡± Agatha self-deprecatingly smiled. ¡°No one cared if the witch¡¯s blood was wasted during an experiment. But we would be scolded and punished if we wasted demons¡¯ blood.¡± ¡­ There were two sigils that failed out of the six in the end. Although the steps were completely the same as before, two of the bloodlines did not respond to the magic power injection. In other words, they did not come alive. Agatha pried off the Magic Stones and took the reserved wooden box out to continue the second production. She had to hurry up since the demon was almost dead. The alien that was fixed to the wooden table started having irregular spasms and the black-blue colored skin started to gradually turn gray. The excessive blood loss had caused its breathing to become intensively and the Red Mist below its helmet had obviously faded. Once the Mist had been exhausted, the demon would die shortly after and the blood would only last for about 15 minutes past death. ¡°Wait a minute.¡± Anna stopped her when Agatha raised the knife. ¡°Use my blood.¡± Anna had already cut the skin on her wrist open with her Blackfire when Agatha was about to object. ¡°Nana can heal the wound but she cannot replenish the blood. His Majesty has mentioned that losing too much blood could cause dizziness and you may even pass out. It¡¯d not be beneficial to you or your experiment. Of course, it¡¯d be best for you to rest for a few days before resuming your practices and productions. You¡¯ll recover faster if you eat more meat porridge and liver during your recuperation.¡± ¡°¡­ Is that what His Majesty said?¡± ¡°Yes, every witch had to attend the injury self-help class,¡± Anna said with a smile, ¡°and, the main reason you selected me as your assistant was for me to learn the method of Sigil making, wasn¡¯t it? It¡¯s better for me to operate these two.¡± Agatha kept quiet for a moment and said, ¡°In that case, thank you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome,¡± she gently said, ¡°I¡¯m very interested in it as well.¡± ******************* ¡°¡­ The witch empire was split apart and completely disintegrated after the demon¡¯s attack. The people who survived traveled across the mountains and crossed the river to the Wild Places to rebuild the city. This is the third time¡ªas well as the very last approach for us to prepare for the Battle of the Divine Will. It has become the truth of history.¡± With these words, Roland quietly observed Edith¡¯s expression with his chin propped on his hand. The afternoon sun streamed into the room, shedding a touch of glory in front of the desk. The lady in deep contemplation looked just like a statue, and her green-colored hair reflected a pale-white color in the sunlight. Her beautiful face did not even show the slightest change at hearing the frightening news, but instead, Edith¡¯s eyes showed more of an excitement and curiosity as Roland had expected. She kept quiet for a while and slowly said, ¡°You wouldn¡¯t try to fool me by fabricating such an¡­ incredible story. Are the demons really that powerful?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no doubt. Each of them is an aggressive individual and there¡¯re an astonishing number of them. My army could easily defeat Timothy¡¯s knightage but they cannot necessarily defeat the demons. After all, they¡¯ve been lurking around the north-west region of the Land of Dawn, unlike the witches who will need to start from scratch. The most important danger is that there¡¯ll be no negotiating for this battle, and it won¡¯t end until one of the two parties is destroyed.¡± ¡°In that case¡­ are you planning to break the news to everyone?¡± ¡°Sooner or later.¡± Roland sighed. ¡°But not now, I¡¯m not sure how the people will respond regarding the horrible and ruthless alien enemy and building confidence is a slow process.¡± ¡°I agree with you. Panic is indeed scarier than any enemy,¡± Edith nodded and said, ¡°I¡¯ve one last question. How far away from us is the Battle of Divine Will?¡± ¡°Five years or sooner¡­ Nobody knows the exact time the Bloody Moon will arrive. I can only say that the war may break out at any time, and thus, I¡¯m not able to slowly unify the Kingdom of Graycastle little by little.¡± She did not answer but stood up from her seat and kneeled down onto one knee and said,¡± In this case, the Kant Family is willing to be at your service. Your law will not be unimpeded in the North and your order will be the only voice there.¡± She stopped for a moment and then said, ¡°I also hope that all of your promises are honored.¡± ¡°Are you still thinking about the steam engine plant?¡± Roland shook his head and smiled. ¡°Your father may not necessarily agree with that and what can the Kant Family guarantee with¡­¡± ¡°Me,¡± she said without hesitation. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯m the guarantee. If you¡¯re still worried about it, Cole can stay here as well.¡± Edith spoke with confidence, ¡°In this case, my father would have to agree even if he is unwilling to.¡± ¡°You¡¯re saying you¡¯ll stay in the City of Neverwinter as a hostage?¡± Although Roland meant to do just that, speaking it out loud still made him feel slightly embarrassed. ¡°Isn¡¯t that a threat in disguise in the eyes of the Duke?¡± ¡°Not as a hostage.¡± she saluted in a knight¡¯s manner with a hand covering her chest. ¡°Please allow me to join your City Hall; I¡¯d like to witness the new world you have planned.¡± ¡­ Roland received six of the newly-made Sigils that night. ¡°Thank you for all of your hard work.¡± He looked at Agatha and nodded. ¡°Did the process go well?¡± ¡°We failed twice with the first batch and Anna also participated with part of the making process,¡± Agatha yawned and said, ¡°Anyway, if you want me to make more Sigils, please give me a spacious independent laboratory instead of a simple shabby stable-like shed.¡± ¡°I owe you a Spellcaster¡¯s Tower,¡± Roland happily responded. Nightingale stuck her head out from behind Roland¡¯s back after the ice witch left the office and said, ¡°What¡¯s the use of these Sigils?¡± ¡°They¡¯re probably the equivalent of a phone, alarm, and camera?¡± ¡°What¡¯re they for?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know after you try it,¡± Roland said with a smile. It was a pretty productive day today. The Sigils of Listening would temporarily solve the challenges of transmitting long-distance messages. Although they were scarce and could only be used by witches, they were still better than entirely depending on a carrier pigeon. The Sigil of Screaming tweeted at a high pitch when it sensed demon power and it also effectively suppressed any of the enemies¡¯ sneak attacks and the area of coverage was about the size of the Border Area. The Sigil of Observing could assist with Thunder¡¯s adventure plan. It would be a pity for Roland to miss the spectacular and strange sealine since he was unable to follow the fleet out to sea. Of course, what pleased Roland the most was Edith Kant¡¯s pledge of allegiance. Nothing was sweeter than the extra population and the added resources. If the North was really offering their comprehensive service to him, Roland¡¯s actual control of the territory would be doubled and the excessive power of the nobles at the Eastern Region would feel the pressure. If everything went well, he might be able to accomplish the great reunification before the arrival of the Months of Demons this year. Chapter 563 Chapter 563: Joan Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The Swirling Sea, the Fjords Islands. A mist began to rise over the sea, making them feel like they were sailing through the clouds. Shortly after they left Snowwave Island, it was out of sight, except for a vast expanse of whiteness. It looked as if the island had never existed. Only the splash of the water hitting on the bottom part of the ship let Margaret, who now found it hard to tell their location in the mist, know they were still moving forward. Sailors considered sailing in misty weather a taboo. Usually, if a captain asked them to do so, they would tie him up and throw him into the sea. They would always, however, follow Thunder¡¯s orders since he was not only the captain of the Chase but also the most famous explorer of the Fjords. No matter where Thunder wanted to go, be it a bottomless pit or a stream of lava deep inside a volcano, he would always be able to recruit some people willing to follow him. ¡°Captain, the Dark Reef Area is just in front of us!¡± shouted a sailor, who was familiar with the underwater terrain here. ¡°Lower the sails and slow down,¡± said Thunder while clapping his hands. ¡°Attention, everybody. That¡¯s our destination! Prick your ears up and keep your eyes open to watch the water around us.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± they chorused. Since Thunder secretly met His Majesty in the king¡¯s city of Graycastle and got Roland¡¯s support, he had not wasted a single day to prepare for his third travel to the Shadow Islands. In order to explore the secret Sealine and tides, he needed a suitable ship, outstanding explorers, and more importantly, a witch who could observe the tides below the sea. The witch he wanted was Joan, a childhood friend of Margaret. ¡°Are we really going to find her here?¡± Molly stood on the Magic Servant¡¯s head and looked around and added, ¡°I see nothing at all.¡± ¡°Joan only appears when we¡¯re in trouble. She won¡¯t just turn a blind eye to a ship that¡¯s going into a dangerous area,¡± Margaret said in a low voice. ¡°She had transformed into a fish now?¡± ¡°The last time I saw her, only her legs had changed into a fishtail, but it was over 10 years ago. I¡¯m not sure how she looks like now,¡± Margaret answered while shaking her head. ¡°It¡¯s a type of summoning magic ability. She can transform into any animal in the sea. If she¡¯s lived in the sea for all those years as you said, she must have passed the Day of Awakening smoothly. But as so many years have passed, is it true that she¡¯s still in this sea?¡± Camilla Dary, Chief Chamberlain of the Sleeping Island said after a thought. ¡°My lady, please trust us. Since I knew she was a witch, I¡¯ve kept a close eye on this sea. Her singing voice is the symbol of Snowwave Island and I¡¯ve heard that some merchants attracted by it even desired to capture and keep her,¡± Thunder said with a smile. ¡°Did you stop them?¡± Camilla asked, raising her eyebrow. ¡°A shipwreck stopped them, and no one dares to do that again. I promise,¡± Thunder answered and blinked at her. ¡°I see¡­ Thank you for helping the witches,¡± she said with her hand on her chest. ¡°Thanks, Uncle!¡± added Molly. ¡°Hah-hah, I look that old to you?¡± Thunder touched his beard, and said, ¡°It¡¯s not very long.¡± Seeing this, Margaret who stayed by his side, shook her head at the fact that he was still popular among girls. She knew on any island of Fjords, he was the most popular man and that was why he won her affection. She thought it was a pity since he had his daughter Lightning, he had given up the idea of starting another marriage. ¡°Boss, I seem to hear a singing voice! In the northwest!¡± shouted someone suddenly, in the stern of the ship. ¡°Be quiet, everybody!¡± Thunder and the witches simultaneously run to the stern of the sailing ship, followed by Margaret. Everyone held their breath and listened attentively. The tenuous, vacant singing voice gradually became clearer. It came from a certain direction instead of reverberating all around, acting like a beam of light coming through the thick mist to guide the Chase to a safe route. ¡°Reef the sails and drop the anchor! Put the landing shuttle down in the sea.¡± Thunder ordered. Ever since Joan awakened and became a witch, she always remained hidden to avoid being caught by anybody. As she guided the ships in distress with only her voice, very few people had seen her before. Given that, Thunder planned to let the Chase lay at anchor to attract Joan. Meanwhile, he took the witches and Margaret on a small boat to trace her by following her voice. The Magic Servant dove into the water to carry the landing shuttle forward, saving the trouble of paddling. They traveled in the thick mist for less than 10 minutes, and then Margaret suddenly saw a green figure in the sea. ¡°Joan!¡± she could not help but shout loudly. The singing voice promptly stopped, They saw a girl floating in the water while revealing only her upper body above the surface. She stared at the people in the boat and seemed at a loss. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her skin was pale white as if she hardly exposed herself to the sunlight. Her hair was like fluffy seaweed, hanging down to cover half of her face, but they could still see some markings like scales on her cheek and neck. ¡°It¡¯s me, Margaret! Do you remember me?¡± ¡°Yih-yih-yeh.¡± The girl made some intermittent sounds. ¡°It¡¯s no use. She hasn¡¯t talked to people for too long. She can¡¯t speak now.¡± Thunder interrupted decisively. ¡°Now, let¡¯s leave this communication problem to you, Lady Camilla.¡± Camilla nodded and then put her hand on Margaret¡¯s shoulder. Instantly, Margaret heard what Joan said in her head. [Are you¡­ bringing them here to catch me?] [No, I come here to¡­] ¡°Say it in your heart. She can hear you that way and it¡¯s more sincere to communicate with your heart.¡± Camilla interrupted. Margaret swallowed to calm down, thinking about what she should say. [You once saved my life. Joan, do you remember? I come here to ask for your help.] After a long while, Margaret heard Joan once again. [I remember you, Margaret. We often played together in the past.] Amazed by what was happening, Margaret was lost in thought. [This is the ability of the witch. It¡¯s incredible¡­ Luckily, Thunder predicted the language problem before we set off and invited Camilla Dary from the Sleeping Spell to join this travel. She can enable people to communicate with their hearts.] [Who is Camilla Dary?] [Oops, I forget all my thoughts can be heard by her now,] Margaret thought and quickly concentrated again. She ¡°explained¡± in her heart. [Camilla Dary is the lady who is helping us to communicate with our hearts. She¡¯s a witch just like you.] [The sailors don¡¯t catch witches?] [Of course, the church has been completely destroyed. Now witches have settled down on the Fjords and the Sleeping Island is a town built by witches. If you want to go there, I¡¯ll show you the way.] [Oh?] Joan sounded excited and asked further, [What has happened recently? Someone intended to spear me with a harpoon. I thought they must come here for the church¡¯s reward.] [Nothing like that will happen again. Lord Thunder has solved the problem.] [Thunder? You mean the most distinguished explorer!] [Yes, he¡¯s right behind me. You don¡¯t know, but I joined his exploration platoon shortly after I left the fishing village.] [Really? Tell me more about it.] ¡­ After a long time, Joan said, ¡°Yeah!¡± and she dove back into the sea, leaving only ripples on the water surface. ¡°How¡¯s it going?¡± Thunder asked. Margaret turned around and smiled, saying, ¡°She¡¯s accepted our request.¡± Chapter 564 Chapter 564: The Ambassador of the Kingdom of Graycastle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Noise suddenly filled the coach, as it had arrived in the City of Glow. Yorko could not help but open the curtain to have a look. There were all kinds of shop fronts along both sides of the road. Some of the shop owners had erected tents in the front and offered some tables and chairs for the people to have a rest there. Some had their goods laid out on the ground, stood beside them and cried out to attract business. The long street looked just like a market. For a moment, he felt as if he had come to the Eagle City which developed from a market, But he soon thought of the fact that Queen of Clearwater had already burned the Eagle City to the ground. And the shape of the lofty buildings in a distant place also suggested that this city was large and different. ¡°What do you think of the king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± A woman behind him asked drowsily. ¡°It¡¯s indeed the city of merchants. Even peddler is allowed on the main street. If it¡¯s in the Kingdom of Graycastle, the patrol team will milk them dry. I¡¯m afraid only the Fjords can compete with your city.¡± Yorko exclaimed in admiration. ¡°The Fjords?¡± The women snorted. ¡°They¡¯re just porters who transport goods to remote places and sell them, taking advantage of price variations in different markets. The islands have nothing to sell except for cheap salted fish.¡± ¡°Of course, you¡¯re the most brilliant merchant,¡± Yorko said and turned around, smiling. ¡°You¡¯re not bad yourself, my ambassador,¡± the woman smiled and said, putting her hands on his shoulders. This woman was a noble merchant Yorko met in a border city of the Kingdom of Dawn. Different from the Kingdom of Graycastle, most nobles in this kingdom had their own business and a rich merchant had a status like a noble since the wealth was comparable to noble titles here. The Kingdom of Dawn was also the main producer of agricultural products and the biggest exporter of textiles among the four kingdoms. Yorko had crammed for his job as an ambassador, studying the history and customs of this neighboring country for a long time before he set out. He knew that playing dumb now and then could please women but being an idiot who knew nothing would not. The female merchant¡¯s name was Denise Payton. She was about 35 or 36, but still had beautiful skin that was smooth and full of elasticity. She did her light brown hair up, and a wisp of her hair was dyed purple. Yorko found it quite weird when he first saw her, but now he thought it quite nice when he got used to it. As an unattended noblewoman who went on a long journey, Denise was naturally open to all kinds of fun. Yorko spent only two days to become a good friend with her and then won her affection with a bottle of perfume. They became attached to each other after a one night stand and traveled together after that. Denise even pulled him into her own luxury coach. ¡°Oh, yeah, what¡¯s the best business in the City of Glow now?¡± ¡°Why? You want to do business here?¡± ¡°Because of my old friend, no, the respected king Wimbledon, I¡¯d probably stay here for a long time, 10 years or even 20 years. As it¡¯s the city of merchants, I¡¯d better be one of them, just like what you¡¯ve told me¡­¡± ¡°Good nobles are good merchants,¡± Dennis added. ¡°Yes, good nobles are good merchants. In the Kingdom of Graycastle, an ambassador was equivalent to an earl in status. Having such a title, how can I not do business?¡± Yorko said while clapping his hands and smiling. ¡°That¡¯s right. The most popular goods on the market of the king¡¯s city can be divided into two types. One type is the utensils that you used every day but not the ordinary things, such as crystal glasses, spectacles, perfumes and fine fabrics. The second type is the novelties. There¡¯re no standard prices for these kinds of things. How much you can earn depends on how much your customers like them. Trade exhibitions will be held every weekend in the city. Exhibitions of different classes have different entrance requirements.¡± Denise whispered in Yorko¡¯s ear. ¡°It sounds interesting!¡± Yorko said and his eyes brightened. ¡°It¡¯s indeed interesting. You never know what you¡¯ll see at the exhibitions. If you¡¯re interested, I¡¯ll take you to the top one, but there¡¯s another business that has overtaken those two types recently.¡± Denise paused momentarily to arouse his interest and then continued, ¡°The slave trade.¡± ¡°Slaves? Aren¡¯t they very common for cargo?¡± he was dazed for a moment and asked. ¡°I said ¡®recently¡¯. A business that requires no capital is always the best. You¡¯ve heard that the church had almost conquered the Kingdom of Wolfheart? Thousands of refugees flock into the Kingdom of Dawn. You can take them to the market and sell them out to make a lot of money. As long as you offer them food. Now, many merchants have gone to the border to make money in the refugee tide, since when the war is over, there¡¯ll be no more chances.¡± The female merchant explained. ¡°But why did you go the border of the Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± Yorko asked. ¡°I don¡¯t like trading people¡­ especially women.¡± Denise shrugged. ¡°So, leave it alone. No capital doesn¡¯t mean no risk. When the refugees become mobs, it¡¯ll be a real headache for the slave traders.¡± Yorko said, holding her in his arms. ¡°You seem to really know something about business,¡± she said while covering her mouth. Just at that moment, the coachman in front of their carriage said, ¡°My lady, we¡¯ve arrived at the palace district.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s call it a day.¡± Yorko kissed her hard and continued, ¡°Our time on the road was so sweet though it was very short. I¡¯ll bear it in my heart.¡± ¡°Won¡¯t you come to my place and have a rest?¡± Denise said while ogling him. ¡°No, I have to go. I¡¯m here on official business.¡± Yorko had to refuse her. Knowing that she was a married woman, he did not want to get beat up if her husband found out something when he visited Denise at their place. Yorko hurriedly hopped off the coach and waved to her, saying, ¡°I feel we¡¯re going to meet again.¡± ¡°I also think so and maybe we¡¯re going to meet sooner than you expect,¡± she said while raising her eyebrow. ¡°Huh?¡± Denise drew the curtain and left with a smile. Seeing Yorko got off the coach, the emissary delegation that had followed behind the caravan now walked slowly towards him. ¡°You really deserve the name of Magic Hand. What did you talk about for all these days?!¡± Hill Fawkes came up and exclaimed. Hill was assigned by His Majesty Roland to work as Yorko¡¯s guard. He did not look like a military man at all, but even Yorko had heard that Hill had outstanding meritorious achievements before. ¡°Business, of course. What else could I talk about with a merchant?¡± Yorko replied. In fact, business was just a subject to start a conversation with the woman. Knowing what made a woman light up was the quickest way to get closer to her and Yorko could always sell what a woman bought, no matter it was language or a gift. ¡°What¡¯re you going to do now?¡± ¡°Hoist the flag of Hightower and hand in the document. Tell them the ambassador of the Kingdom of Graycastle has come!¡± Yorko said with an air of contentment. Chapter 565 Chapter 565: A Delay Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The welcome reception did not start until dusk. The guests were warmly received at the palace hall by Deegan Moya, the first son of King of Dawn. It was Yorko¡¯s first time to attend such an exquisite banquet. The entire hall, bright as day, was lit by numerous candles and oil lamps that dazzled like stars. There was a wide-open skylight window next to each of the chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling, which drove away the sultriness from the room. Tables covered with white draperies were arranged in the shape of staircases that were littered with all sorts of glassware. There were red wines which glistened in the candlelight and glowed like rubies. The hall was so extravagantly lavished with silver mirrors and goldware that it looked as magnificent as the palace of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Nevertheless, what drew Yorko¡¯s attention most was those noble ladies wandering among gentlemen. Some of them were young and innocent, while some corpulent and mature. Each of the ladies, whether they put their hair up or not, had a strand of highlight hidden underneath the accessories. Yorko thought of Denise and realized it was a style currently in fashion among nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn. In addition to their hair, most of the ladies were wearing tight silk dresses that perfectly showcased their graceful bodies. Glints of fleeting light twinkled when they strolled across the room. Unlike the gowns girls normally wore in the Kingdom of Graycastle, these dresses were off-shoulder and cut above knees, beguiling and seductive. Yorko was overjoyed. ¡°It was indeed the right choice to come here.¡± Compared with reserved noble ladies in the Kingdom of Graycastle, the ones in the Kingdom of Dawn were exceptionally cordial. Nonetheless, they showed affections only to good-looking young men and knights rather than plain nobles like him. Yet this was never a problem for Yorko, for he never relied on his appearance to attract women. ¡°Welcome to the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± A slightly pale young man escorted by a large crowd came up to him. ¡°I¡¯ve read the introduction letter from Roland Wimbledon and the document issued by him. So, he has now unified the whole Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± Needless to say, this man was the host of the banquet, Prince Appen Moya. Yorko placed his hand on the chest. Since he represented the royal family of the Kingdom of Graycastle, he was not required to kneel. Yorko was a little surprised as he bowed. It was understandable that the king asked his eldest son to host the event since he might be caught up in some political affairs. However, it was kind of uncivil to let his son directly read the letter from His Majesty Roland. On a more serious note, it could be even considered as a diplomatic mischief. Yorko answered Prince Appen¡¯s question and then asked pretty reluctantly, ¡°Well, how is your father¡­ ¡± ¡°He¡¯s ill, very ill.¡± Appen sighed. ¡°That¡¯s why he couldn¡¯t receive you in person.¡± ¡°I, I¡¯m very sorry to hear that.¡± ¡°No worries¡­ Everybody in the City of Glow knows the king¡¯s been ill. He collapsed during a banquet one and a half month ago and has been sick ever since. He¡¯s only conscious for two or three hours per day and insensible for the rest of the time.¡± One and half a month ago¡­ That was around the same time he set out from the king¡¯s city. ¡°I¡¯m sure His Majesty will be better. Please don¡¯t worry about it too much.¡± Yorko comforted. ¡°Thank you.¡± The prince managed to summon up a smile. ¡°Enjoy yourself. I¡¯ll ask the ceremonial officer to arrange accommodation for you later.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± While Appen was about to leave, Yorko suddenly thought of the real purpose of his trip. He ventured hastily. ¡°Your Highness, what about the alliance between the Kingdom of Dawn and the Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard about this matter too. But my father is currently too frail to deal with political affairs. Let¡¯s hold off on that until he¡¯s better.¡± Yorko was slightly relieved after the prince and his fellows walked off. It appeared that he was quite a competent ambassador by nature. He did not make noticeable mistakes during his first meeting with a royal family member of high rank, although things did not go as well as he had expected. However, it did not really bother him, because he would live in the city for a pretty long time regardless and Moya IV could not remain sick for the next few years. He should, instead, take this opportunity to pay more attention to the beauties in the hall. ¡°We¡¯ve met again, Mr. Ambassador.¡± While Yorko was pondering, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind. Startled, he turned around abruptly and found Denise Payton, the businesswoman with whom he had spent a great deal of time with on the way here. ¡°How come¡­¡± ¡°I told you that we¡¯d meet again.¡± She smiled while raising a glass of red wine. ¡°Cheers, to our reunion.¡± Yorko hurriedly glanced about to make sure no noble was staring in this direction. ¡°Are you looking for my husband?¡± Denise raised her brows. ¡°Relax. He¡¯s not entitled to attend this reception.¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m the one who manages the Payton Family, not him,¡± Denise said bluntly, ¡°and there¡¯re more than enough housemaids for him to indulge in. He¡¯s not allowed to seek pleasure outside without my permission.¡± [That¡¯s the reason¡­] Yorko¡¯s heart lightened. It seemed that Denise was the real heir of the Payton Family. In order to inherit the family, the daughter would normally seek a partner, often a diminished noble, to live with her. Due to the huge difference in their status, it was usually the male partner that changed his name. ¡°You should have told me earlier.¡± Yorko put on a relieved look. ¡°I don¡¯t want to split up such an affectionate couple and interfere with your special relationship.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Denise smiled. ¡°It wasn¡¯t special when you held out your hand to me.¡± She paused for a moment and then asked, ¡°Do you have any plans after the banquet?¡± ¡°Well, I guess no,¡± Yorko answered while winding an arm around her dainty waist, ¡°if you invite me.¡± ¡°Then I know a good place.¡± ¡°All up to you, darling.¡± ******************* After the banquet, Otto pulled Prince Appen aside, looking quite confused. ¡°I don¡¯t understand, Your Highness. Even if His Majesty is ill, you can still enter into an alliance with the Kingdom of Graycastle, as this is also what your father intends to do. Why do you want to set the matter aside? With the church putting pressure on us, it isn¡¯t a good idea to fight alone.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard that father asked you to meet with Timothy Wimbledon rather than Roland Wimbledon?¡± ¡°We¡¯re allying with the King of Graycastle. The ambassador has also confirmed that Roland is the new king of our neighbor.¡± Appen Moya nodded. ¡°You did a great job on the confidential trip to the Kingdom of Graycastle. But I have my own thoughts on the alliance. Leave it to me.¡± ¡°Your Highness!¡± ¡°You don¡¯t understand.¡± Appen interrupted. ¡°I¡¯m, for the sake of the Kingdom of Dawn¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s for the safety of the Kingdom that we need someone to help us stop the attacks from the church!¡± ¡°I said leave it to me!¡± Appen could not help raising his voice. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I lost my composure.¡± As the prince insisted, he had no choice but acquiesce. Just as he turned around, Appen suddenly questioned him. ¡°We¡¯re friends, aren¡¯t we?¡± Otto was silent for a moment and then answered, ¡°Yes. Andrea, Belinda, Oro and me¡­ all of us are your friends.¡± ¡°If father can¡¯t make it,¡± Appen spoke slowly, ¡°you¡¯ll help me to the throne, right?¡± Chapter 566 Chapter 566: A Promise and A Mission Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Otto Luoxi locked himself in the study after he returned home. He did not understand why things had turned out this way. Ever since the king had been ill, Appen appeared to have been in a great shock until recently, when he was finally able to recollect himself. But the way he spoke and the manner in which he conducted himself were somewhat different than before. To put it more accurately, he had become rather unfamiliar to Otto. As Appen¡¯s playmate, Otto believed that he knew the prince very well. Appen was not that type of power-hungry person who would attain his ends regardless of the means. Sometimes he even felt the prince was too juvenile to be a competent king. Because of this, he planned to, in collaboration with Belinda and Oro, fully support Appen and help him with governmental duties after the prince ascended the throne. After all, the three families had been assisting the king since the foundation of the Kingdom of Dawn. That was the reason he had replied ¡°Yes¡± without hesitation. However, Otto found that Appen did not care about his answer. He asked him that question simply out of a sense of insecurity. Although the three families were very willing to support the royal family, he had never thought about whether His Highness really needed their assistance. At this thought, Otto felt Appen more distant. He breathed a long sigh. Perhaps he should take the initiative to do something about it. But what should he do? Neither pharmacists nor alchemists could do anything about the king¡¯s illness. He had no knowledge of medical treatment and certainly could not completely ease Appen¡¯s mind. [Or cheer the prince up?] Otto pondered. He had vainly tried numerous times to do so. Perhaps it was impossible to raise the prince¡¯s spirits by himself. The three families must cooperate and work together. Only in this way were they possibly able to find the reason behind Appen¡¯s behavior. With this thought, Otto got to his feet abruptly and walked out. ¡°Master, it¡¯s late now. Where are you going?¡± The steward trotted to him as he passed through the hall. ¡°To Tokat¡¯s place. I¡¯m staying over!¡± ¡­ Otto knew every turn of the road leading to the territory of the Tokats¡¯. As Otto knew Tokat well, nobody in the mansion stopped him. Otto went straight to the martial arts room. As he expected, Oro Tokat was practicing with his guards. ¡°Hey, what brought you here?¡± Oro took off the sweaty headband and tossed the guard his wooden sword. ¡°You need a wingman?¡± ¡°I have something to tell you.¡± He pulled Oro to the resting room next door where he spilled out his thoughts and plan. At length, he asked, ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°To find out why Appen has become so weird?¡± Oro twitched his mouth. ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m not interested.¡± ¡°Hey, you¡­¡± ¡°He¡¯s a prince, the successor of the King of Dawn. He¡¯ll not be our buddy forever, don¡¯t you understand?¡± Oro shook his head. ¡°Plus, Appen is 20 years old. He isn¡¯t a seven or eight-year-old any longer. We don¡¯t have the obligation to cheer him up every time he¡¯s ill-tempered. If he doesn¡¯t want to spill his guts, and then fine, I don¡¯t want to be nosey.¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you planning to assist Appen Moya?¡± ¡°It¡¯ll be called ¡®assistance¡¯ only if His Highness needs it. Otherwise, you¡¯re just being annoying.¡± [Did he also notice the change in the prince?] Otto thought with a quiver. ¡°But we three families always support Moya¡­¡± ¡°Three families?¡± Oro smiled carelessly. ¡°After Andrea died, there are only you and me.¡± He turned around and walked out while waving his hand. ¡°Since you¡¯re here, let me take you to Crimson Dream. Get yourself laid and forget about these trifles. You look so stressed.¡± ¡°Andrea is alive.¡± Oro stopped abruptly. [Sorry.] Otto apologized in silence. He had failed to keep Andrea¡¯s secret. ¡°Andrea Quinn is still alive.¡± He repeated. ¡°I saw her in Border Town when I went to the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± Oro instantly turned around and dashed to him, almost pushing him to the wall. ¡°What, what did you say? Is, is it true?¡± ¡°I saw her with my own eyes. She¡¯s with Prince Roland Wimbledon.¡± ¡°With Prince Roland Wimbledon¡­¡± Oro¡¯s eyes were wide open. ¡°Like they¡¯re in a relationship?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Oro bit his lip. ¡°But she¡¯s become a witch. Only Prince Roland is willing to accept witches out of the entire Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Hang on. You said ¡®witch¡¯?¡± Oro was stunned. ¡°What actually happened at that time?¡± Otto Luoxi related all the details of what Andrea had experienced back then. He felt the sweetness of revenge as he watched Oro torn by his emotions. It was too late for Oro to do anything about it now because he firmly believed that the Quinns had fallen off the cliff at that time. Now, Andrea would fall in love with neither of them. ¡°That was the reason her father made it look like an unfortunate accident and had people believe that Andrea fell off the cliff¡­¡± Greatly depressed, Oro threw himself on the floor after hearing the story. ¡°Damn! Why have I never thought of opening up her grave and looking into the matter?¡± [Such a¡­ cunning guy!] Oro snapped in silence. ¡°Ahem. Therefore, we can see an urgent need to cheer Prince Appen up.¡± Otto reminded him. Oro gave his friend a side look. ¡°Huh? What¡¯s the connection between these two incidents?¡± ¡°Of course there¡¯s a connection! Think about it. Appen¡¯s hesitating about forming an alliance between the two nations, and he didn¡¯t even give an explicit reason. If the plan of joint defense fails, we¡¯ll have to fight against the church alone in the event of an attack. If the church invades the Kingdom of Dawn first, you¡¯ll take the knights to defend the country, won¡¯t you?¡± Otto asked. ¡°Absolutely. It¡¯s my duty.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re killed in action, you won¡¯t see Andrea again, correct?¡± ¡°Um, it sounds kind of rational. No, how can you be so sure that I¡¯ll be killed?¡± Oro challenged indignantly. ¡°Even the Kingdom of Wolfheart, whose people are famous for their strength and power, has been defeated by the church. What¡¯re your odds of winning?¡± Otto ignored his friend¡¯s protest and continued, ¡°If the church, contrarily, attacks the Kingdom of Graycastle first, Roland has to fight back, right? If he¡¯s dead, Andrea will very likely die with him. Even if she¡¯s caught alive by the church, she¡¯ll suffer tortures more miserable than a clean death. If the two nations, however, enter into an alliance and agree to offer mutual assistance, the church won¡¯t boldly launch an attack. Both you and Andrea will be alive and will probably see each other in the future. In this light, do you still think the alliance is significant?¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± ¡°We need the prince to help with that. Now, do you still think the two matters are relevant?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Are you in?¡± Oro answered resolutely, ¡°Yes!¡± With these words, Otto and Oro clasped each other¡¯s hands tightly. ******************* Yorko returned to his lodge, exhausted but pleased. As he pushed the bedroom door open, he heard a voice from inside. ¡°You¡¯re finally back.¡± Yorko was shocked. Who would sneak in his room and wait for him right after his arrival at the Kingdom of Dawn? Could it be Denise¡¯s husband who married into the family? He was still debating whether he should run away or plead for mercy when the man lit the candle and walked to him. It was Hill Fawkes in the candlelight. ¡°You scared the hell out of me. Do you know?¡± Yorko heaved a long sigh. ¡°Whatever you¡¯ve got to say, can¡¯t you wait till tomorrow?¡± ¡°We can only talk unnoticed at nighttime.¡± Hill threw up his hands. ¡°Please understand that I have a habit of being cautious.¡± ¡°Alright then.¡± Although Hill was his guard, he was appointed to him by Roland and could not be treated as any other guards. ¡°Well, say what you want to say since you¡¯re already here.¡± ¡°It¡¯s now a good opportunity to recruit talents among the refugees from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. You can view it as a business and hire masons, literates, and anyone who has an expertise. His Majesty will disburse you all the necessary expenses. You¡¯ll get five silver royals for each person you hire.¡± ¡°For God¡¯s sake, I know nothing about business! I talked to Denise just for a casual chat. You don¡¯t think I¡¯ll be really trafficking refugees, do you?¡± Yorko put his hand on the forehead. ¡°Plus, slaves are usually traded on the border of the two nations. It doesn¡¯t look nice for me to go there as an ambassador!¡± ¡°This is His Majesty¡¯s order,¡± Hill said in a steady tone. ¡°You don¡¯t need to leave City of Glow. Tradesmen will sooner or later transfer slaves here, although at a higher price. It saves you trouble to screen them. As to the business side of the matter, you can discuss with Denise Payton. She¡¯s quite a well-known businesswoman around this area. It¡¯s a piece of cake for her to send refugees to the Kingdom of Graycastle. ¡°We¡¯ll benefit a lot once the transportation route is determined. For example, we can disguise ourselves as tradesmen and retreat unnoticed when facing unexpected danger.¡± Yorko¡¯s jaw dropped. ¡°Have you been to the capital of the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± Hill shook his head. ¡°Then how do you know such details?¡± ¡°I was collecting information from people on the street while you were busy socializing.¡± ¡°I thought you were just a great knight. I didn¡¯t know you¡¯re also a good tradesman.¡± Yorko smacked his lips. ¡°I¡¯m neither a warrior nor a tradesman, but I can protect you when there¡¯s a crisis. This is also what His Majesty entrusted me to do.¡± ¡°So you are¡­¡± ¡°Just an ordinary¡­ acrobat,¡± Hill answered while smiling. Chapter 567 Chapter 567: Explosive Shells Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A suburb beyond the west city wall, Neverwinter. A great roar attracted the civilians to ascend the city wall to watch from up high. The First Army had sealed the entrances to the Misty Forest in case anyone broke into the experiment ground. Although the location was not close to the city wall, one could clearly see what was happening with a telescope from there. ¡°It seems we have to look for a remote place as a special base for testing firearms.¡± Roland thought to himself. ¡°Your Majesty, the second volley is ready!¡± An artillery soldier reported. ¡°Everybody goes into the bunker.¡± Roland waved his hand. ¡°Start the countdown after confirming no one is on the ground.¡± It was the test fire of the 152 mm Howitzer. While researching on the Sigil of Magic Stones, Roland included the advancement of firearms. Now with Timothy being killed and the Northern Region having announced submission, the situation in the Kingdom of Graycastle was fairly good. Now Roland had time to put his mind on further promoting the shells. But he had to admit that the technical difficulties of developing a howitzer with an impact detonator were much greater than those of developing solid shells. Anna would make four howitzer shells for test fire every day. Yet three consecutive days later, none had successfully exploded. What¡¯s worse, on the second day, one shell exploded right after it got out of the chamber, which damaged the new artillery barrel too much for test firing. Fortunately, Roland took precautions by digging several trenches around the experiment ground, which successfully prevented casualties. The eardrums of a few soldiers who stayed close to the artillery were damaged by the roar, but Nana healed them in time. ¡°Is this thing really like what you said, exploding the moment it touches the enemy?¡± Agatha could not help but stick her head out to watch. ¡°I¡¯ve asked Anna. It¡¯s nothing but a few pieces of sheet metal put together. It¡¯s not alive, so how can it know whether it touches is an enemy?¡± Agatha must be the most enthusiastic witch toward weapon test in the union. Upon hearing the test, she put aside her production work in the chemical plant and personally came to observe the research development of the new shell. ¡°It doesn¡¯t explode when it touches the enemy, but when it falls into the enemy¡¯s position.¡± Roland corrected her. ¡°It¡¯s a basic requirement the Howitzer has to meet¡ªif there isn¡¯t a safety to make sure of it, the shell could fire accidentally at any time. That would be too dangerous.¡± The trigger safety was the most basic technology for the new shell, at the same time the focal point of the test. To prevent explosions triggered by collision or accidental drop, Roland made great efforts to set three safety systems. The first one was to separate, store, and transport the fuses and shells, and install them when needed. The fuse looked like a cone with a handle and was the size of a fist. With the threads on its bottom, it could be conveniently and easily screwed into the notch on top of the shell. The shell was filled with double base chemical gunpowder, a kind of material that was hard to ignite without a detonator, which essentially ensured the logistics work. The second one was the inertia safety in the fuse. The safety device resembled a gate lock. Unarmed, it could not move due to being held in place by a stiff spring; when the shell was fired, the tremendous inertia kicked back the lock cylinder, overcoming the resistance of the spring, pulling open the latch, and removing the safety. The theory was easy, yet hard to put into practice. Roland and the witches spent most of the first two days on it. If the spring was too hard, the lock cylinder could not get enough recoil distance; if it was too soft, it could not guarantee safety. Anna had to gradually adjust it based on the test results. After eight rounds of test firing, they finally attained the relatively reliable statistics on the compressibility of the spring. The last one was the centrifugal primer-detonator. It was also the device with the most technology in the fuse. Simply put, it embedded the detonator in a coin-sized half-circle iron plate. Normally, while being fixed by a spring, the detonator would stand in the middle of the fuse at an angle. With such a set-up as this, the firing pin, detonator, and explosive powder were not aligned. This way, even if the shell fell off from high above, the firing pin would not touch the detonator, so as to prevent accidental explosions. Only when the latch was separated from the lock in the second safety, could the iron plate be mobilized. After being shot, the grenade spun at a drastically high speed because of the rifling in the barrel. Under the centrifugal force, the tilting detonator gradually stood upright, just like a spinning top whose center of gravity gradually closed on its axis line. This process completed after the bullet had left the muzzle for 200 or 300 meters, so even if the muzzle was stuck or the bullet ran into tree branches, it would not detonate prematurely. When the detonator returned to the upright position, it aligned with the firing pin and explosive powder. Under this circumstance, once the fuse touched the ground, the firing pin instantly inserted into the detonator, and then the explosive powder pushed the super-hot gunpowder into the warhead, which in turn exploded the surrounding enemies into pieces. The advantage of the centrifugal safety lay in the fact that if the shell failed to explode, without the centrifugal force the detonator would be popped back to its original tilting position by the spring, which made the retrieving work much safer. Besides, if the entire grenade was grasped or accidentally found by the enemy, it could only be used as a normal solid shell when it could not get enough centrifugal force from not being fired in a conventional manner. As for tearing it apart and replicating it, that would be merely impossible. ¡°Prepare to fire. Start countdown at five.¡± An observer gave the order. The repeatedly lengthened lanyard was gradually tightened while the gunner in the trench retrieved the rope bit by bit. ¡°Fire!¡± As the gunner yanked on the rope, the ground instantly trembled. A roar and fierce wind from the muzzle passed across the spectators¡¯ heads. Roland felt numerous soil particles rushed at his collar. Even if he had his ears solidly covered, he could feel tremors coming through his feet. ¡°Found the falling point. Explosion failed. Repeat. Explosion failed.¡± Lightning¡¯s voice came from the Sigil of Listening in Nightingale¡¯s hand. ¡°I see. We¡¯ll be right there,¡± she replied and took out a Magic Stone. ¡°¡­ We failed again?¡± Agatha said with disappointment. ¡°Failure is too common while experimenting.¡± Anna consoled her. ¡°As soon as we find the correct direction, we can guarantee success in mass production.¡± ¡°Nicely put.¡± Roland praised her while patting her head. ¡°Besides, now with the help of Summer and Sylvie, the research and development speed is astonishing.¡± Even in modern times, it was common if thousands of shells were fired during the grenade testing, so to find any problems with two to three shots was like mission impossible. Reaching the falling point of the bullet, Anna cut the fuse with Blackfire to ensure the safety of the payload. The soldiers then collected the failed shell. Either the gunpowder or the metal shell could be recycled, so it would be a waste to throw them away. ¡°Summer, it¡¯s your turn,¡± Roland said with a gesture. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Summer nodded. Exhibiting her playback ability, the phantom of a shell that was about to fall to the ground instantly appeared in front of everybody. Although Summer¡¯s magic power was still at a low level¡ªafter four months¡¯ of practicing, she could only use it four times per day¡ªwith precise control on the magic power, she could fix the playback image at an exact moment. Such an ability was to perfectly replay the scene. In other words, Sylvie could see the inside of the phantom¡ªexcept being intangible, it had no difference from the real scene. With the help of Summer and Sylvie, Roland was able to determine the spring tension after only eight rounds of test firing. Chapter 568 Chapter 568: The Dry Distillation Tower Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Um¡­¡± Sylvie carefully examined the shell and checked it against Roland¡¯s design for a long time. She pointed at the detonator and said, ¡°It seems this bronze tube is not aligned with the nail on the top.¡± ¡°How about the spring?¡± asked Anna. ¡°Is it still stuck at both sides of the iron pan?¡± ¡°One has gone bad.¡± ¡°To the left or the right?¡± Anna asked about every detail, and then wrote all the problems down in a notebook. After collecting the reasons leading to the failure, they began the next round of test firing, where Summer¡¯s playback ability could be used four times. Thus the efficiency of the improvement had become unprecedentedly high. Unfortunately, the next two rounds of test shooting failed again. Roland had to declare that the testing would continue the next day. To Summer and Sylvie, their work for the day was finished. Afterwards, they could either go back to the castle to enjoy a delicious afternoon tea or go to the Convenience Market to check for novel goods. But to Anna and Agatha, the test firing of the grenade was merely a small part of their tight schedule, especially to Anna. She not only had to improve the fuse based on the reasons that were found to have led to failure, but she also needed to finish the research and assembly of the steam turbine. Roland had planned to follow her to the North Slope backyard to check the turbine model, yet his guard Sean brought a piece of news from the City Hall. ¡°Your Majesty, Lesya, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Construction, wished for you to visit the Furnace Area. He said he had completed the construction of the first oven for dry distillation.¡± ¡­ As the necessary equipment of the coking plant, 10 towers for dry distillation were planned, and they were to be located around the furnace cluster at the foot of the North Slope Mine area. Due to the over-cutting of trees for the burning of bricks and iron making, the area that the furnace cluster took up enlarged from the original open space of less than 1,000 square meters to a wide open area stretching along the mountain. If Roland had not strictly prohibited the cutting of trees near the town, none of the trees at the northern part of the Border Area would have survived. Although coal had been found, charcoal that was easy to get was still the major fuel for iron making. With trees available getting further and further from the furnace cluster, the workers targeted the top of North Slope Mountain. Every day there were hundreds of logs cut off and rolled down from the mountaintop. Watching from a distance, it looked like the green peak had a small ¡°bald spot¡±. Normally, Roland would not ask the workers to protect the environment in this matter. As long as the dust that would have risen did not affect the town, he would not care even if all the trees on North Slope Mountain were cut down. After all, to the Impassable Mountain Range, this protruding mountain range was nothing but an insignificant corner. With Leaf maintaining the basic vegetation, there was no need to worry about soil erosion. As to the ground reclaimed at the foot of the mountain, it naturally became the most suitable building sites for coking plants. Followed by Nightingale and his guards, Roland walked through the noisy Furnace Area and reached the first tower for dry distillation. Lesya walked up to welcome Roland instantly, bowed and said, ¡°Your Majesty, as you demanded, I¡¯ve constructed this double layer furnace with refractory bricks. According to the drawing, the upper layer should be sealed with an iron gate while the interlayer should be equipped with a mobile iron plate. But I don¡¯t know who can make them. The same is true of the copper pipe and chimney on the small side furnace. Apart from these metal components, the rest has been completed.¡± Roland lowered his head and went to the interior of the furnace to have a thorough examination. He was totally impressed by what he saw. He had to admit that Lesya, the former member of the Mason Guild, the old friend of Karl Van Bate, was indeed excellent at masonry. The inner walls of this nearly six-meter high tower for dry distillation was evenly constructed; the spaces between bricks were all of similar thickness; the bricks were all interlaced, without two layers of verticals seams aligned. One could see that Lesya¡¯s laying skill was extraordinary and his working attitude was very serious. After all, the products different people made could be drastically different, even if they referred to the same drawing. ¡°Well done.¡± After the examination, Roland praised him saying, ¡°I¡¯ll arrange the cast of the iron gate and iron plate. You¡¯ll only need to cover with refractory bricks on the side exposed to fire.¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± hesitating for a while, Lesya asked, ¡°could you please tell me how the furnace operates?¡± ¡°Why? Do you wish to become a coking worker?¡± Roland said jokingly. ¡°Of course not.¡± Lesya hurriedly shook his head. ¡°Since I¡¯ve never built such a strange furnace, I had to build according to my speculation for the places that I wasn¡¯t sure of on the drawing. So if I can understand its function and working mechanism, not only can I finish the second furnace faster, but also I can improve the places that I wasn¡¯t sure about before.¡± [Ah, that¡¯s his reasons.] Roland thought and said smilingly, ¡°This kind of furnace is mainly used for the dry distillation of coal. You must have seen how the charcoal is burned. The burning of coal is similar but on a bigger scale. The lower layer is for burning, the upper layer is for baking, and both layers use coal as filling. ¡°Baking coal with coal?¡± Lesya surprisedly asked. ¡°That¡¯s right. After the dry distillation, coal can be transformed into coke. Coke can reach a higher temperature while burning, which makes it a better fuel for smelting steel. In addition, the process of dry distillation will create several by-products. The pipes on the tower wall are used to collect them, rather than to exhaust gases as a chimney does. ¡°Then¡­ why do you build a small furnace at the side of the main furnace?¡± ¡°No air is allowed on the upper layer during the dry distillation, otherwise the coal will directly burst into flames.¡± Roland pointed at the reserved holes between the two furnaces and said, ¡°While burning, the limestone in the small furnace will produce a large amount of carbon dioxide¡ªyou can consider it as a sort of non-flammable gas¡­¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I know that,¡± Lesya said, ¡°I learned it from the night classes.¡± [That¡¯ll be easy then.] Roland felt gratified. [It seems that the universal education has broadened its content under the effort of Scroll.] He continued, ¡°Through the pipes, the carbon dioxide will reach the upper layer of the furnace and push away the air, and then the coal can be dry distilled. As for the limestone, the off-white stones burned to make cement, are all over the North Slope Mountain.¡± ¡­ After examining the dry distillation tower number one, Roland retraced his steps. On the way back, he took a short break at the Furnace Area. Seeing this busy scene, Roland could not help but feel thrilled. Standing side by side, the various brick furnaces looked like an orderly red forest. Rising from the forest were tens of entangled gray, white, and black smoke columns, which constituted a rather modern picture when seen together with the plainly dressed workers and outdated equipment. Over ten steam engines were roaring, dragging the conveyor belt to carry chunks of materials and charcoals into the blast furnace. A track system was paved from the mine to the furnace and many mine wagons traveled between the two stops. The speed of transportation had greatly improved. After finishing the construction of the steel plant and forge plant, this place would be another core location of City of Neverwinter. Ore exploitation and steel smelting proceeded the transformation of the steel into various raw materials which were then transported to processing plants. These processes symbolized an industrial flower arising from here. The human beings were bestowed with extraordinarily refining powers, which consequently gave them the courage to conquer everything. Chapter 569 Chapter 569: Power Threatened Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As the desolate spring came to an end, summer was drawing near. The population growth rate of City of Neverwinter enjoyed its first explosive peak. The mission of attracting refugees in the southern and eastern areas began to take effect. With the experience from the previous year, the working efficiency of the envoy teams greatly increased. Every day, hundreds of refugees gathered in Redwater City and Willow Town, waiting for the boats from the Western Region to transfer them to City of Neverwinter, which was said to be rich and stable. In order to appropriately accommodate these people, the City Hall also commissioned businessmen to rent temporary barracks at the gathering place, and offered porridge and water, to prevent any accidents before the refugees arrived at the Western Region. The pier of the Border Area had become the busiest location of the city. Ninety percent of the police were dispatched to maintain order and register the population. There was always a long line of people in front of the barrier for medical inspections. The officers who were responsible for residential control divided the swarmed-in refugees into several categories and moved them into riverbank boardrooms, west-city cave dwellings, and formal residences accordingly. For this reason, City Hall turned into a bustling place every day. ¡°Three sailing ships from Redwater City just arrived at the pier, 126 people are on board, a blue flag is hanging on the mask, and Bob is in charge.¡± ¡°Again? How many batches have arrived today?¡± ¡°Four or five batches? Stop nagging. Go and receive them.¡± ¡°Well, who¡¯ll take over Bob¡¯s job and go to Redwater City?¡± ¡°I will. Hang on, I¡¯ll be ready right away.¡± ¡°Take some soap with you. You can¡¯t buy any there.¡± Listening to the noisy chatters outside of his office, Barov felt distressed, not because he was too busy though. Usually, when he worked in the City Hall, more work brought him more pleasure. But recently, the situation had become complicated. The reason lay in Edith Kant. ¡°Director, the Ministry of Justice is urging us for more personnel again,¡± an assistant walked into his office and said. ¡°His Excellency Carter asked us to recruit another 100 people as backup policemen. He said if he doesn¡¯t get more hands, the city¡¯s order will be out of control. If anything happens and His Majesty asks, we should take the blame as well.¡± [Now that he¡¯s the Chief Knight, he could put more words in front of His Majesty.] Barov thought to himself. But for minor stuff like this, he did not have time to attend. While drafting a document, Barov said without raising his head, ¡°Put it on the desk. I¡¯ll handle it later.¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± As the assistant left the room, Edith¡¯s voice sounded in his ears. ¡°Is this the recruitment order? Since you¡¯re too busy, let me help you with it.¡± [Here she is!] Barov moaned in his heart. [Not even using honorifics.] [Of course, Edith is the daughter of Duke of the Northern Region, a status much higher than mine. Before I became the real Hand of the King, she could address me by name without using any respectful form. But no matter what, I¡¯m about half a mentor to her, because His Majesty arranged for her to be an assistant to learn the departmental framework and government process of the City Hall in my office. Yet it seems she doesn¡¯t think so.] ¡°Um¡­ okay, that¡¯s fine,¡± he said involuntarily. No matter how reluctant he felt, he could not find any mistake in Miss Kant¡¯s behavior. If he repeatedly rejected her, he would appear in the wrong. Especially at this crucial moment, he could not risk leaving any bad impression on His Majesty. He should never forget that Roland Wimbledon was a man with great insight. ¡°Thanks.¡± Soon, rustling sounds of writing came from the opposite desk. Several minutes later, Edith put the recruitment order back onto Barov¡¯s desk. ¡°Judging from the drafts I went through recently, such recruitment orders usually require the personnel to be reliable and have a clean slate, but there aren¡¯t many such candidates left in the Border Area. Compared with posting recruitment bulletins on the square and asking for the candidates to apply for work at the City Hall, it¡¯d be better if we extract the files of registered residence in the archives and select 100 unemployed locals. The Ministry of Justice is a large department in the City Hall. It provides relatively good salary and welfare. I think no one would turn down such a job offer. In this way, we¡¯ll save about a week over recruiting through normal procedures, and will, in turn, decrease the complaints from Chief Knight. If you approve it, I¡¯ll reply it on this recruitment order and give it to the archives.¡± Her voice was clear and sensible. It was hard to imagine that she joined City Hall only two weeks ago. In the beginning, she was just quietly sitting aside and watching Barov review documents, seldom saying anything. But now, she could handle all sorts of affairs in the City Hall with high proficiency. ¡°Um¡­ do it your way then.¡± For the moment, Barov could not find a better solution than Edith¡¯s suggestion. With his tight schedule, it would be possible that he ignored such petty things and just handled it in the usual way. [Is this how a successor turned out to be after growing up in a duke¡¯s mansion and educated by the upper-level noble?] Barov felt greatly threatened. Yes, honorifics and respect were just minor details. What he really cared about was the power in his hands. [Now the propaganda that calls for submission is all over the Northern Region. If Edith is sent by His Majesty as an assistant to help set up a secondary City Hall in the Northern Region in the future, it would be no big deal. But what if she stays?] [His Majesty is not yet married, and Edith is the daughter of a duke!] At this thought, Barov could not help but feel distressed. [This won¡¯t work. I must make her know that the management work in the City Hall can¡¯t be mastered that easily. His Majesty needs a minister who¡¯s able to take the whole situation into account.] When Edith returned to the office, Barov cleared his throat and handed her a statistics form. ¡°What¡¯s¡­ ¡± ¡°We¡¯re in trouble,¡± Barov said with a low voice. ¡°The grain stock in City of Neverwinter might not last until the wheat bumper harvest day.¡± ¡°Um, is it caused by an overflow of population?¡± Edith glanced at the form and said, ¡°According to the consumption rate, the remaining grain should be able to last until the end of the summer. We can harvest the spring wheat in the middle of July. It should be enough if we stop accepting new refugees.¡± ¡°But the City Hall can¡¯t stop accepting new refugees.¡± ¡°Because of the population target of 100,000 set by His Majesty?¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s not the point,¡± Barov said while shaking his head. ¡°There¡¯s still a constant flow of refugees from both the east and south sides of the country to the gathering place. If we abandon them, not only will Redwater City and Willow Town face the risk of a riot, but also the image we worked hard to build up will be destroyed overnight. If we ever want to recruit refugees again, it¡¯ll be very difficult. His Majesty once revealed to me that the realization of his development plan needs a large number of people. 100,000 subjects are just the beginning, so the City Hall won¡¯t disrupt His Majesty¡¯s plan because of the grain problem. We must tackle this problem and it¡¯s also my responsibility as a minister.¡± He paused, and then looked at Edith Kant. ¡°Do you have any good ideas?¡± Chapter 570 Chapter 570: Edith¡¯s Reasons Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In a sense, there was no solution to this problem. The reason lay in the fact that the total amount of grain was limited. After the Months of Demons, the circulating grain in the kingdom would enter a state of shortage. Grain prices would definitely soar, and there would be none to be found in the market. The grain shortage could not be relieved until the new wheat was harvested. Autumn was the season in which grain was most frequently traded. After that, when the Months of Demons began, the situation would just worsen again. Of course, the grain transactions were usually among businessmen and nobles. As for those penniless refugees and Rats, they would have to get through the winter with an empty stomach regardless the amount of wheat present. According to Barov¡¯s years¡¯ worth of experience as an assistant minister, businessmen in the major cities were waiting for the ears of wheat to mature. Before that, they were unlikely to sell the grains at hand in large amounts. What remained in their hands might be enough to feed a few thousands of people, but never for ten thousands of people. ¡°Since we can¡¯t find more resources, we need to tighten the consumption. ¡°Cut the city¡¯s grain supply and reduce each person¡¯s quota for daily purchase. Change the subjects¡¯ diet from bread to oatmeal, and keep it that way till the day of bumper harvest. Those are the possible suggestions that Edith is going to make. ¡°Then I can refute her suggestions for the following reasons: they¡¯re against His Majesty¡¯s grain promises; they¡¯re contrary to the kingdom¡¯s intrinsic values; they might cause food panic and so on. ¡°Judging by Edith¡¯s expression, and reading the list with her eyebrows raised, I know she must feel it troublesome. ¡°It won¡¯t be long before she asks for my advice.¡± Thinking of this, Barov could not help but touch his beard. The so-called ¡®taking the whole situation into account¡¯ not only meant that the minister needed to be skilled and experienced in governmental affairs, but also needed to clearly know about the characteristics of the city. For example, when he was in King¡¯s City, he could recite the prices of the Alchemist Workshop¡¯s specialties, and the amount of Silver City¡¯s monthly silver ore shipment without hesitation. All those numbers could not be remembered in a short time. The characteristic of City of Neverwinter was the witches. Barov knew a green-haired woman called Leaf in the Witch Union who could make the wheat grow at an inconceivable rate. If not caring about the maintenance of the land, she could make the wheat ready for reaping within one day, and the ears they produced were not something that Golden Ones could compare to. In other words, they only needed to ask her to manage a piece of wheat field for rapid production, and then the grain shortage could be easily solved. Of course, he also knew that His Majesty had asked Leaf to control Misty Forest in the west, so as to build the early warning defensive line against demons. Given the emergence of such enemies, it needed several years, and so it would not matter much if Leaf took two to three months off. But there was no way that Edith could know that information. Even if she was super talented and took part in managing the Northern Region affairs since adulthood, there was no way that she could clearly know the city which was completely strange to her half a month ago, not to mention to know the abilities of each witch. Also, she could not understand why the office of the Ministry of Education was adjacent to the archives, why the Minister of Education often appeared in the archives and had the authority to look at all the documents. After a long while, Edith put down the list and slightly smirked. ¡°Actually, it¡¯s not a big deal.¡± ¡°Em¡­¡± Barov nodded, then startled. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Before the development of Deepvalley Town, most of the land in the Northern Region wasn¡¯t fit for wheat plantation. In every spring, grain shortage used to be very severe in this area, so the local lord set eyes on the Eastern Region and Kingdom of Dawn.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± He suddenly realized something. ¡°Since they couldn¡¯t grow enough nor purchase any, the only choice left for them was to rob,¡± Edith said with an easy tone. ¡°Isn¡¯t it exactly the situation we¡¯re in? His Majesty¡¯s army is attacking Fallen Dragon Ridge. I heard Countess Spear¡¯s brother won over a lot of the local nobles in order to resist her. Is that right? Now that we have both the reasons and the means, we should directly go there and kill them one by one. Guess how many gold royals and grain is hidden in their basements.¡± ¡°There¡¯s only a grain shortage because the amount circulating is too few. As a matter of fact, most of the grain output in the kingdom has been divided and taken by the nobles. They use that grain to control the freemen and farmers in their domains, and to earn many gold royals in a lean year.¡± She did not talk fast, but yet her voice gave Barov a chill. ¡°If we rake over Fallen Dragon Ridge, I think the problem of ten thousands of people¡¯s food will naturally be solved. If not, there are several cities in the Southeast Region awaiting His Majesty¡¯s ransack. ¡°But they¡¯re all nobles¡­¡± Barov shut his mouth before finishing talking. ¡°That¡¯s right¡­ After His Majesty took over the Southern Territory, they stopped being nobles. As long as we act fast enough, the captured grain will be able to refill the granary of City of Neverwinter.¡± Besides, different from King¡¯s City, Fallen Dragon Ridge has completely fallen into His Majesty¡¯s control, which is also the crucial pass on the way to the Southern Territory. By then, not only will the City Hall send people to assist Countess Spear to establish a new government, but the inner city will also adopt the laws, urban planning, and education system of City of Neverwinter. What confused Barov was how Edith could accept His Majesty¡¯s will of eliminating the nobles so quickly. Even for himself, it would take a much longer time to get used to wholeheartedly supporting His Majesty¡¯s orders¡­ let alone her who was the successor to the Duke of the Northern Region. ******************* Edith returned to the Foreign Affairs Building. Pushing open the door, she saw Cole crouching on the desk and flipping through a thin book. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Um¡­ I bought it from the convenience market. It looks like a picture book but it has stories. It¡¯s very interesting.¡± The brother looked up. ¡°You look happy.¡± ¡°Do I?¡± Edith asked. ¡°In City of Evernight, you rarely smiled like this,¡± Cole said, smirking. ¡°Are we really not going back?¡± ¡°Only temporarily. Until father replies, His Majesty should allow you to return to the Northern Region.¡± Edith sat down in front of him, closed the book to look at its cover and saw the words printed ¡°The Witch Diaries¡±. ¡°What about you then?¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to stay here.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Cold asked in bewilderment. ¡°Is the City Hall that interesting?¡± ¡°What¡¯s interesting isn¡¯t the City Hall, but Roland Wimbledon¡¯s City Hall.¡± She corrected him, smilingly. ¡°Do you know how I got things done in City of Evernight?¡± ¡°You only had to tell father and it was done.¡± ¡°More or less. I just gave an order, and then naturally there would be people who did it for me. When I think back to it, they did that not because of me, but because of my identity. They knew father would follow my suggestions¡­ Of course, this only worked in the Kant Family¡¯s manor,¡± Edith said with great enthusiasm, ¡°but here, my identity not only doesn¡¯t help but rather hampers. There is barely any noble in the City Hall, and no one actually cares whether I¡¯m the daughter of the Duke of the Northern Region. Everybody is relying on his or her own capabilities. Do you understand what I mean?¡± Cole shook his head. ¡°People are willing to listen to you, not because who you are, but because what you¡¯re capable of. This rule applies even out of your manor. His Majesty is right about one thing: Feudalism seems to give the nobles great power, but it also set an upper limit for their power. Judging from the current situation, His Majesty is totally capable of enlarging his domain into the entire continent, then the City Hall will turn into a huge institution, and its prefecture will expand into every corner of Graycastle. As long as you¡¯re recognized in this organization, this entire kingdom might just operate based on one word you said. So, why would I settle for that small manor? Chapter 571 Chapter 571: The Duke and Father Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Edith, you cruel wretch!¡± Calvin, Duke of the Northern Region grabbed the teacup on the table, wanting to smash it onto the ground but suddenly stopped with his hand in the air. He felt a little reluctant since the cup was made of the best quality crystal glass and worth two or three gold royals. After a thought, he gradually lowered his hand and put the cup back on the table. Needing to worry about such minor gains and losses made him even more depressed. Edith¡¯s letter was also put on the table. He could not believe what was written in it. Out of his expectation, His Majesty wanted to reclaim the power of the noble and his daughter who had always brought him profits before promised the king without hesitation this time. Besides, she even persuaded him to recognize the fact and stop resisting in the letter. He felt that the way she wrote to him as if she was talking to a captive. The duke thought bitterly that his daughter must be helping the others rather than her own father. The guard outside the door probably heard the noise and looked in, asking, ¡°My lord, what happened?¡± ¡°Get out, leave me alone!¡± As Calvin was unwilling to vent his anger on the cup, he took out his fury on this guard who swiftly closed the door. The duke panted for a long time before he could return his gaze to the letter. As he had eliminated the Howes Family and Lista Family, he finally was in complete control of the whole Northern Region now. If he chose to accept His Majesty¡¯s requirements, he would no longer be the lord of the Northern Region, at least, no longer the ruler who dictated in this region. He thought he would return to his original point, or even worse. But if he did not accept his daughter¡¯s suggestion, what would happen? Edith also described the result of this choice in the letter. ¡°If you choose to do so, Cole and I will be doomed. He¡¯ll be held captive in the prison forever, just like the heir of Duke Ryan. As for me, I¡¯ll end up even worse. What do you think Prince Roland will do to a defenseless daughter of a duke? I can list a series of torturing methods that¡¯ll excite a man without too many efforts. When he got tired of me, I¡¯d be put into his dungeon or battalion and your Pearl of Northern Region will be covered with dust forever. However, instead of worrying about me, you¡¯d better worry about yourself first, since his army will besiege your city and your feudatory and knights can hardly resist for half a day. After that, it¡¯s impossible for you to be an ordinary person, let alone a duke. How is it? Are you going to make such an unwise choice?¡± Calvin was familiar with this tone and he could even picture his daughter writing the letter with a sneer on her face. Whenever it came to failure, she would always describe her fate in an extremely cold tone as if she was waiting for the moment all the time and when she talked that way, Calvin was immediately swamped. He knew that she was apparently threatening him, but he could not lift his spirit up to scold her. After all Edith Kant was his own daughter and the only child he had with his first wife. Despite the fact that Edith exaggerated the matter, he still had to admit the possibility. He himself had also heard lots about that dandy Prince Roland. The duke gradually calmed down at this thought. But he was still wondering whether the black steel machines were as incredible as she depicted or not. He thought in surprise, [Edith used three sheets of paper to write the letter, and among them, she used a whole sheet of paper to describe what she had seen in Border Town, oh no, in City of Neverwinter.] The description was even twice as much as that of His Majesty Roland. Edith claimed that the super powerful machines beyond imagination could easily complete tasks that were considered to be impossible by the ordinary people and that if they surrendered to the new king, the Northern Region would be able to import those black iron machines which would bring an earthshaking change to their domain. Calvin could tell from the description that Edith thought highly of the machines. In the last part of the letter, she suggested that Calvin should send His Majesty a formal document to take an oath of allegiance and to show the submission of the Northern Region to the new king, and meanwhile, dispatch servants who could read and write to learn the rules and regulations of the City Hall, getting the domain prepared for the new system. ¡°Besides, I sincerely hope that you can order Cole to stay in City of Neverwinter instead of calling him back to the Northern Region, which will do him no good at all. If you agree, you can also send Lance here when he reaches an adult age. Given that the noble titles can no longer be inherited, only the men who well adapt to the new system of His Majesty can succeed the Kant Family and keep it thriving. Your daughter, Edith¡± After reading the letter, Calvin heaved a long sigh and put it away. He spread a new sheet of white paper. Thinking that as Edith had already made the decision, he had to believe her and write His Majesty a letter showing his loyalty to the new King¡¯s City. However, as a duke, he had to make his last efforts to ensure the family¡¯s profits. He believed that he would feel much relieved if he could bind the two families¡¯ interests together. Such as¡­ something like a marriage which would make his own daughter the queen. ******************* By the Redwater River, Border Area, City of Neverwinter. The sun was sinking into the mountains bit by bit, leaving the river afire with golden light. Smoke rose in front of the shacks, and a faint smell of porridge made Snaketooth¡¯s mouth begin to water. As he got closer, he could even smell meat. ¡°I¡¯m back!¡± He caught Tigerclaw¡¯s attention as soon as he stepped into the battalion. Tigerclaw said, ¡°Come up here quickly!¡± Snaketooth swiftly walked to him and asked, ¡°What? We have meat today?¡± ¡°Yes, you come back late, so you¡¯ve missed the message. This is granted by the lord.¡± Snaketooth rubbed his sore shoulders and said, ¡°What for? You guys still need a long time to finish the construction of the residential area, right? ¡°It¡¯s for the completion of the Kingdom Main Street! Now the Border Area and the Longsong Area are finally connected together. I¡¯ve heard that now it takes only one day to get to the Longsong Area riding a horse. In the past, it would take three days,¡± someone nearby came up and said. Hearing that, Snaketooth nodded his head. Every time when a major project was finished, they would get a bowl of meat porridge, just like what he had heard before in the square. He had been in the Border Area for two months, during which the construction platoon had never canceled a meal or deducted salaries. Now, he had already accumulated 14 silver royals and would get 7 more in the end of this month. When his savings reached one gold royal, he could get a house from the City Hall and become an official resident of City of Neverwinter instead of a Rat, a nobody. However, to own that house, he still had to work for at least 20 more years. Nevertheless, he was confident that he could find a better-paid job, such as a furnace worker or a bricklayer. Everything seemed to get better. But he had not met Paper yet. ¡°When you get the meat porridge, remember to eat fast. Otherwise, you can¡¯t get a good seat,¡± Tigerclaw whispered in his ear. ¡°What¡­ seat?¡± Snaketooth was confused and asked. ¡°To celebrate the completion of the Kingdom Main Street, a new drama will be played in the square. I heard it¡¯s called ¡®The City of Love¡¯ and the Star of Western Region will be on the stage too. Oh my goodness¡­ I can¡¯t wait to see it!¡± ¡°Go to see it with someone else. I¡¯m tired and don¡¯t feel like going anywhere today,¡± Snaketooth said in low spirits. ¡°Really? It¡¯s the premiere.¡± Tigerclaw paused and then smiled meaningfully, adding, ¡°All the locals know that the lord will take the witches to see the premiere of the Star Flower Troupe. Maybe you can see Paper there!¡± Chapter 572 Chapter 572: The Song of Praise Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ By the time when Snaketooth and Tigerclaw came to the square, a huge crowd of people had already gathered up there. Snaketooth had never seen so many people get together in one place, even when Longsong Stronghold was distributing relief grains. He counted roughly and estimated that there were probably over 5,000 people came to watch the play. The square which used to be just a flat land was changed into a giant, sunken bowl in the ground, which was called an amphitheater. According to the locals, this was the third time that the square was rebuilt. Generally speaking, such a huge project would take one or two years to complete, but this amphitheater had been built in merely half a month and during the time, nobody had ever seen where the soil dug out went. In this amphitheater, the audience could sit on the stone steps to watch the play, instead of standing until their legs were numb. It also enabled the audience to have a better view, as long as you could find a seat. As for those who came late, they could still stand on their tiptoes around the square to have a look. Tigerclaw squeezed into the last row of the stone stairs and made a space enough for two people, saying, ¡°Not so bad. We still make it.¡± Snaketooth clutched a cloth bag to his chest and sat beside his friend with great care. As the bag contained all his savings in the past two months, he had to be alert in such a crowded place. In the Longsong Area, at places like this one, Rats would be on the spree. Though the Border Area had no Rats now, he still felt that he needed to watch out for the Rats who were ¡°temporarily transferred to civilian work¡±. When the last afterglow of the sunset melted into the darkness of the night, there were only several burning torches giving light to the square. The stage was still enveloped in darkness. Snaketooth could not help but feel quite strange when he found that nobody came to light up the bonfire and that there was no firewood in the center of the square. He could not help wondering how they were going to play without firelight. Suddenly, a bright beam of light shone on the stage. It was dazzling but Snaketooth soon got used to this pure light. Then the second and the third beam of light appeared, gradually lighting up the stage. Gasps of amazement that were produced by the audience reverberated over the square. ¡°They¡¯re the lights used in the plants!¡± he thought. ¡°Oh, my goodness! Nightless light! They bring nightless lights here!¡± Rumor had it that it was a magic light that trapped the lightning of the sky in an expensive crystal glass bulb. Snaketooth had only seen it several times when he passed by the industrial district. ¡°Nightless light? Come on, it¡¯s called electric light and consumes electricity. It¡¯s made by the machines created by the witches! His Majesty planned to have every household equipped with electric lights, but the witch who provided electricity was unable to support so many lights. That¡¯s why only the plants are using this kind of lights now.¡± Someone nearby snorted and said. ¡°How do you know that?¡± Tigerclaw asked with interest. That person shrugged and said, ¡°You aren¡¯t official residents of City of Neverwinter, right? The City Hall has done propaganda about electricity to tell us how to use the electric lights safely. They¡¯re like fire. If you don¡¯t use them properly, it¡¯ll cause disaster.¡± ¡°Not like thunder?¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ almost the same. Don¡¯t bother so much. When you become subjects of His Majesty and finish the primary education, you¡¯ll understand.¡± ¡°Is there any way that I can become a formal subject faster? What¡¯s the primary education?¡± Snaketooth asked and wanted to ask more questions, but Tigerclaw suddenly grabbed him up when the crowd burst into deafening cheers. The Star Flower Troupe stepped on the stage. ¡°Ms. May! Ms. May!¡± ¡°Ms. Irene!¡± ¡°Mr. Gait!¡± The crowd cried out the names of the troupe members and the atmosphere reached a crescendo. Seeing that, Snaketooth was filled with admiration suddenly. He wanted to become someone like them, the focus of people¡¯s eyes. He wanted the audience to cry out his name loudly¡­ They were neither nobles nor sages. They were not out of reach. After the cheers died down, the play began. This was the first time for Snaketooth to watch a drama played by Star and Flower of the Western Region. He never thought that he would be interested in such an elegant event usually enjoyed by the nobles, but when the music started, he was absorbed into the story without noticing it. The leading roles of the story were not the nobles. Instead, they were just ordinary people like himself¡­ a free citizen, a refugee and a Rat. They had both dreams for their future and misfortunes in their own lives. They all fetched up simultaneously at the same city, Star City. They met and helped each other. They confided their thoughts to each other. They suffered from the pain of leaving their hometowns and the sense of loss in the new city. After that, they pulled themselves together and found their own ways. Nothing could be heard except the lines of the actors and actresses on the square. All the audience held their breath, as they were deeply involved in the story played on the stage. At last, the roles on the stage finally settled down in Star City and lived comfortably ever after. Strangers that had helped each other in the past became friends and lovers in the end. Snaketooth felt being touched when a moving music was played. He pretended to rub his eyes to hide his tears and meanwhile found out that Tigerclaw was all tears though he did not look sad. He was not the only one moved that much. Everyone around was just like him, lost in that moving story. No one had risen to cheer until the end of the play. Even if no one said it out, everyone knew it clearly that the ¡°Star City¡± was City of Neverwinter. Snaketooth was lost in thought, [Even a Rat could have such a story?] Right at the moment, a foreign-looking girl from behind the background plate stepped on the stage. Like someone in a delicate painting, she was tall and had waist-length long bluish-gray hair, wearing a white dress which glinted. She started to sing. Totally different from the music played before, her song was powerful, praising the great and glorious workers. She sang in a way different from all the other female singers. She was inspiring and encouraging. Hearing her song, Snaketooth felt that he could even see his own sweats in the distant residential buildings and that all the foreigners who devoted themselves into the construction of this city deserved to be remembered. The impact and emotions brought by the play were finally released at this moment. The audience flipped out and applauded with their greatest strength. The song promptly made their emotions run even higher! They were all His Majesty¡¯s subjects! The glorious workers! The builders of City of Neverwinter! ¡­ After the show, His Majesty left with the witches via a raised platform which was built for temporary use. Snaketooth opened his eyes widely but still failed to find Paper in the crowd. Surprisingly, he did not feel as disappointed as he expected, since the song still reverberated in his ears, filling his heart with hope. He believed that they would meet again sooner or later. Like those foreigners, they would meet again right in this city. Chapter 573 Chapter 573: The Battle of Fallen Dragon Ridge Translator: TransN Editor: TransN BOOM! When the fire blasted out of the 152 shipboard artillery, Iron Axe felt the steel ship he stood on wobble slightly. A few seconds later, a cloud of smoke and dust exploded on the foreign city wall, and then the roar quieted down for a while. After all the smoke and dust dispersed, he looked through the telescope and found that there was a now big crack in the lower portion of the stone wall. Different from King¡¯s City, Fallen Dragon Ridge seldom encountered attacks from external enemies, being located in the central south of the kingdom. Thus, its city wall was quite low, not even half as high as that of Longsong Stronghold. The narrow wall at the top allowed only one person to pass, and they could not set up large defense equipment like mangonels. Therefore, the Artillery Squad had expanded field artilleries to the open space 500 meters away from the wall. To make sure that the several hundred soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion could enter the city efficiently, Iron Axe decided to make three openings in the city wall before action. Any enemies trying to fill in and defend the open spots would be bombarded mercilessly by the twelve pounds cannons. Now that the gate and the north wall had been chiseled through, he would make a final command to attack once they seized the last entrance. [If only the witches could¡¯ve come with the army,] Iron Axe thought rather regretfully. It was a waste to use these precious shells on the stones. If Lady Nightingale were here, they would only need three packs of explosives to destroy the whole city wall. After all, their defense was much weaker than King City¡¯s. He was amused to realize the change in his belief. Half a year ago, he had insisted that the army should complete His Majesty¡¯s task independently. However, after conquering King¡¯s City with the help of the Witch Union, it suddenly occurred to him that the perfect way to fight was to use witches as their eyes or commandos. ¡°Sir!¡± a soldier on the observatory shouted. ¡°Attention to the gate! They seem to be gathering horses!¡± Iron Axe looked at the ruined gate through his telescope. With limited vision, he could only vaguely see the dust behind the wall. ¡°Do I need to adjust the naval artillery and fire in that direction?¡± Van¡¯er asked. ¡°Not necessary. It¡¯ll waste at least two or three more shells.¡± He shook his head and said, ¡°Since they¡¯re horses, I think their plan is to gather knights and try to open the blockade line of field artillery through assault. There is nothing to worry about. While for you¡­¡± Iron Axe turned back to see Countess Spear. ¡°After this assault, I¡¯m afraid there will not be many knights left in your domain.¡± ¡°They decided to stand on my brother¡¯s side. These people are no longer my knights.¡± She answered quietly. ¡°That¡¯s the price they have to pay for their betrayal.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Iron Axe paused for a moment and said, ¡°Have you decided what to do with Redwyne Passi?¡± Yesterday, he received a secret letter from the City Hall, which demanded all the noble except Spear¡¯s relatives to be escorted to City of Neverwinter. Anyone who resisted would be executed on the spot, and their domain would be blocked by the First Army. The officers from the City Hall would arrive and seize their properties. Based on that letter, the nobles would probably be sentenced to the mines with heavy labor. Currently several mines in Stronghold Area lacked sufficient labor forces. There should be hundreds of people, including family members, cronies and servants. It appeared there would be more iron ores in City of Neverwinter this year. As for the culprit, Redwyne Passi, the letter instructed that he should be handed over to the countess herself. The hesitation on Spear¡¯s face showed that she had not made a decision yet. Iron Axe sighed in silence. If he were her, he would chop off his head without hesitation. Nothing was more unforgivable than betrayal. ¡°They¡¯re coming!¡± the observer shouted suddenly. Putting aside these trifles, he continued to look at the battlefield through the telescope. As he had expected, a group of knights rushed out from the gate heading directly to the edge of the artillery field. The sound of gunshots suddenly echoed in the wilderness and forest. Puffs of smoke floated in the air in front of the battlefield. More than 20 knights and their squires fell down to the muddy ground in succession after rushing out less than 100 meters. If Duke Ryan had led his troops to attack Border Town, the knightage might have still been able to cause a small threat to the First Army by acting in unison. However, now these iron turtles were almost living targets with no ability to strike back. Revolving rifles and two HMGs (heavy machine gun£©alone could firmly block the enemies on their way to attack. The field artillery did not even need to reload with grapeshots. After another round of shots from the naval artillery, the thin wall finally collapsed. Iron Axe commanded to blow the whistle and attack immediately. Soldiers in the Vanguard Battalion poured out from the alignment and separated into three groups targeting to the three openings. The battle for recovering Fallen Dragon Ridge had officially been launched. ¡­ Two hours later, the First Army took the castles and churches. The enemies had been too frightened of the booming weapons for any resistance. The last batch of knights who were destroyed immediately when they left the gate were all the soldiers Redwyne could gather. The church people did not show up at all, and all the goods and materials were cleared. Priest Rosad was also missing. There was no secret tunnel or hidden side door in Fallen Dragon Ridge and there was no way to escape in a city of this kind, which was backed up by the mountains. Soldiers searched for the usurper and blocked him at the top level of the castle. Iron Axe commanded to take away the ministers who were on their knees begging for mercy and ordered the soldiers to leave Countess Spear and her brother alone in the chamber. Of course, Redwyne was tied to the chair tightly, so he could not do any harm to the countess. ¡°I don¡¯t understand¡­¡± Spear said after a long silence. ¡°What can you gain by being the lord? Our little brother and you know nothing about administration or trading. Even if you sit in this position, you just hand over your power to other feudatories. You think I¡¯m less important to you than those strangers, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°You¡¯re a witch, a demon¡¯s underling!¡± Redwyne craned his neck, crying. ¡°Father was wrong about you. You cheated him!¡± ¡°But I¡¯m still your sister!¡± ¡°You aren¡¯t!¡± He gritted his teeth and said, ¡°You¡¯re just the bastard adopted by father!¡± ¡°Wh-what?¡± Spear was stunned. ¡°I heard with my own ears when he was drunk. You were the mistake he made when he was young. And you aren¡¯t a Passi!¡± Redwyne shouted with anger. ¡°Why is it that you should inherit the family instead of me? I¡¯m just taking back what was supposed to belong to me. You¡¯re the real stranger!¡± Spear covered her head but she could not remember anything about her childhood. ¡°The mistake he made?¡± ¡°If not, why do you look so different from mother? Can¡¯t you remember how you came to Fallen Dragon Ridge?¡± ¡°So¡­ you are not my brother either.¡± ¡°Exactly, I¡¯m the true heir of my family, the Earl of Fallen Dragon Ridge! Release me immediately. I demand to be treated as a nobleman!¡± Spear stumbled out the chamber. Iron Axe held her promptly and said, ¡°Are you OK?¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± She took a deep breath. ¡°Send my, no, send Redwyne Passi to City of Neverwinter. He has lost his mind. The mine is where he should be.¡± ¡°As your wish.¡± Iron Axe answered and nodded with agreement. Chapter 574 Chapter 574: The Expansion of Education Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Summer began with a heavy rain. Raindrops spattered on the windows, making the outside scenery a blur. One could only distinguish between the town and the remote mountains through the silhouette of the colors. Standing in front of the French window and looking at the blurry sceneries in the rain, Roland still felt the singing of ¡°The City of Love¡± reverberating in his ears. He did not expect that, combined with Echo¡¯s ability, the first drama show performed three days ago could have such a striking effect. The whole room had fallen into silence when the show finished. The audience had been so touched that their eyes had been filled with tears. Roland thought this scene could only be seen in the high-end opera house of the era where he came from. Even the audiences in the commercial cinemas aimed at the masses of his era could seldom be moved that much, let alone the ordinary people who lived in this backward era. Even Roland himself who had seen all the scenes that made people shed tears, could feel the shudder deep down in his heart. That was the strength of the ¡°Resonance Song¡±. Roland recognized the importance of the inspirational singing during an enduring war in which the machines would not tire, but people would. Even if the guns and ammunition could be unceasingly transported to the battlefield, people would still be struck down by the endless pressure of survival, especially when the tide of battle was unfavorable and the army suffered heavy casualties. This kind of emotion was easily magnified, causing the soldiers to lose their faith in the ultimate victory. Throughout history, people had thought many methods to boost the morale of the army. This first type of method included making sure the soldiers could eat as much hot food as possible or air dropping ice cream. The second type was assigning a commissar or an army chaplain to go with the army. But these methods were impractical for Roland. The former required a very good logistical supply ability and the latter was hard, in such a short period of time, to cultivate a group of core members who had strong faith that were also good at encouraging people. Echo¡¯s ability let him see a shortcut to boosting morale. It might sound a little absurd, but it was more reliable compared with other methods. While he was thinking, he heard a knock on the office¡¯s door and then Barov walked in. ¡°Your Majesty, the recent house purchase statistics are available now.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the result?¡± ¡°Just as you expected.¡± He excitedly unfolded a list on the mahogany table. ¡°Since the first night of the new drama, people who come to the City Hall to apply for house renting and purchasing has significantly increased, even the people who apply for marriage registration has increased a lot too.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland went back to the table to look at Barov¡¯s statistics. ¡°The City of Love¡± was not just meaningless entertainment. Apart from advocating that labor was glorious and construction was great, it also transmitted another opinion which linked marriage with a stable residence. Instead of letting the outsiders develop a sense of belonging slowly and making the locals accept those foreigners step by step through daily contact, it was better if he set a simple standard himself to advance the fusion of the refugees. That standard was housing. ¡°You¡¯re one of us if you have a house in our place.¡± This saying might seem a bit rude, but it saved a lot of time in this special period. To gain people¡¯s recognition and build up their own families, the foreigners had to have a house. And once they owned real estate here, they would defend everything in this place voluntarily. Of course, these ideas were unsuitable to speak out directly, but they would be naturally born in mind by the audience seeing the drama stories. It was just like diamonds. The classics advertising verbal¡¯s ¡°A diamond lasts forever¡± made it the king of jewelry, and everyone would want one when they got married, making people completely forget its true nature which was not rare or precious. Compared with diamonds, housing at least was far more practical. However, in order to realize his goals, he could not set a too high standard, making people feel it was impossible to reach. In his city, now people could apply for renting a house with one gold royal and after that, they only needed to pay one gold royal as rent every year. When the rent they paid equaled to the house price, the house would belong to the renter spontaneously. The target was not easy to achieve, as even the cheapest single room would cost 20 gold royals. That meant all the workers, for example, the temporary workers and handymen, would take 20 years to afford such a house which was less than 15 square meters and could only contain one bed, one table and one bathroom. People would call him a black-hearted realtor in the era where Roland came from. All in all, according to Barov¡¯s statistics, ¡°The City of Love¡± was undoubtedly successful in promoting his idea. Most of the renting applications came from the several batches refugees and serfs who arrived in the Border Area first, and house purchase requests were mostly proposed by the craftsmen with higher salaries and the broken nobles who had carried properties with them. After they all settled down here, they would become part of the City of Neverwinter forever. Based on this successful experience, Roland had already figured out the contents of a new drama whose theme was getting married and working hard to buy a big house. ¡°Well done.¡± He rolled up the list and gave it to Barov. ¡°Besides, the recent solicitation of the refugees should continue to expand its scope, the plentiful population is the base for the development of the City of Neverwinter and other tasks can be put aside for it.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Barov laughed till his mustache was curled up. ¡°By the way, go and get Scroll. I have something to tell her.¡± ¡­ ¡°Your Majesty, did you want to see me?¡± Scroll walked into the office in a black skirt and white blouse, looking very capable. ¡°I want to expand the education scope, which will cover the refugees who have just arrived at the City of Neverwinter.¡± Roland poured a cup of tea for her. ¡°If the education only aims at the official citizens, the refugees would have to wait at least one more year to receive primary education.¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid this is untenable now,¡± Scroll said after several minutes consideration. ¡°There¡¯re too many of them. The current teacher couldn¡¯t take care of them all and the classrooms are not enough either. If we do as you ask, the number of the education ministry¡¯s staff would need to be doubled or tripled.¡± ¡°I have a method which can reduce the teachers¡¯ pressure.¡± Roland paused for a while and continued, ¡°Let them study by themselves.¡± ¡°Self-study?¡± ¡°Yes, every week we give one public lecture which only teaches them the basic reading and writing, and let them use the booklets with pictures and pronunciations to do some exercises by themselves in the rest of the time. There are no achievement tests and no mandatory requirements, and they learn according to their own free will.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± She ran her fingers through her hair which was soaked wet by the rain unconsciously. ¡°It¡¯s unlikely to have any effect. Your Majesty, without supervision, nine out of ten people won¡¯t learn well.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. I just want to offer them an opportunity,¡± Roland laughed and said. There was always someone who was unsatisfied with boring, low-paid jobs and was eager to achieve their goals quickly. In order to prevent these people from stepping aside, he must guide them to improve themselves in the right way. In the future, more and more jobs would have literacy requirements, and the salaries for these jobs would be much higher than the handymen¡¯s. Given that, for those who wanted to buy a house and get rid of their poor and exhausting lives, it would be a better choice for them to learn how to read and write by themselves. Through this method, those hardworking people could participate in the city¡¯s construction quickly. To keep the new regime¡¯s vitality, the most important thing was never, ever blocking the way of promotion from the bottom layer. That was what Roland believed. Chapter 575 Chapter 575: Wendy¡¯s Expectation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Wendy woke up and found that after a whole night, the rain had finally stopped. She yawned and got out of the bed. The moment she pushed open the window, the sweet fragrance of wet soil swarmed into the room. After the rainfall, the garden was a bright shade of green and she could see droplets of water falling from the olive leaves near the window. The morning¡¯s gentle sunshine shone on the wet grass reflecting gleams of light. A new day had begun. After putting on her undergarments and coat, she went back to the bedside and patted Nightingale¡¯s cheeks, saying, ¡°Time to get up.¡± Nightingale gave an obscure snort, and buried her face in the pillow. Only in times like this, would she expose herself defenselessly, instead of hiding in the Mist. Wendy smiled and shook her head. ¡°Then I¡¯ll go eat breakfast first.¡± Nightingale¡¯s ears moved slightly, like unconscious trembles, but Wendy knew she had heard. She gently closed the door and went to the bathroom to wash up before she walked toward the hall to enjoy breakfast. The chefs always woke up extremely early since they had to prepare food for everyone before daybreak. The firewood in the oven could burn for a long time, so there was no need to worry about the food getting cold half way. If she wanted to eat something, she could just grab a bowl and spoon and fetch it in the kitchen. His Majesty said it was called buffet and it seemed to be a very common dining style for him, but for her, this kind of life could be called extravagant. In the Witch Cooperation Association, Wendy had never thought that one day she could eat as much as she wanted. Back then they were lucky to have sufficient food to eat, let alone to pay any attention to the taste, as the food was never enough. But now, there were three or four dishes just for breakfast every day, such as porridge, toast, dried fish and fried eggs. Even though she had been living in the castle for nearly a year, she still felt extreme satisfaction and happiness every time she ate. Meanwhile, she was very grateful to the person who had brought all these things to the witches and let her sisters live a free life. When Wendy picked up her bowl in the dining room, there was no one in the hall, just several used plates on the long table. Obviously, she was not the first to eat. The Witch Union had never set a time to wake up, so everyone came to enjoy breakfast one after another. Lightning and Maggie were always the first to leave the castle, followed by another group including Anna, Agatha, Lucia and others. She was usually between the two. Nightingale was always the last. This was because His Majesty loved to sleep late. When there was nothing urgent, he would get up at noon to deal with the government affairs. Nightingale was influenced by him. She had once been the most discrete and acute person in the Witch Cooperation Association, alerted by even a small movement. However, Wendy did not think this was a bad thing. ¡­ After breakfast, she went to the first floor of the Witch Building. This place had been transformed into the Witch Union¡¯s office. Ring walked toward her as soon as she entered. ¡°Sister Wendy, you¡¯re here!¡± ¡°Hello, Lady Wendy.¡± ¡°Good morning ladies.¡± Another two young women from the City Hall bowed to her. They had graduated from the institute which was originally founded by Karl Van Bate. They barely counted as Anna¡¯s and Nana¡¯s classmates and had no prejudice towards witches. The older one was Pearl and the younger one was Grayrabbit. Together with Lucia¡¯s little sister Ring, they formed the first clerks of the Witch Union¡¯s. Of course, since Ring was under 14, she was just a fill-in for now. Anyway, the jobs here were very easy, and she could consider it as extra education. With the clerks¡¯ help, the Witch Union was finally getting on track. ¡°Good morning.¡± Wendy nodded, sitting by the desk. ¡°How are the sales of the first volume of ¡°The Witch Diaries¡±?¡± ¡°Very popular,¡± Pearl smiled and said, ¡°and people love the story of Border Town¡¯s little angel, especially the soldiers from the First Army. They come to buy it almost every day. This week we almost sold more than 60 copies a day. At this rate, we may sell out the 1,000 copies we originally printed within half a month.¡± Hearing that, Wendy was a little surprised. After all, as a book which was purely for entertainment, ¡°The Witch Diaries¡± could not feed people or help them with their studies, but yet it could sell this well at such a high price. It was incredible. The idea was originally put forward by His Majesty. As a drama trilogy with an intricate plot and moving stories, ¡°The Witch Diaries¡± had been praised by the City of Neverwinter¡¯s subjects. So, His Majesty decided to follow the pattern of the drama and illustrate the witches¡¯ life stories in the form of pictures to sell it in the Convenience Market¡¯s boutique. But unlike the drama, this time all the major characters in the stories were witches from the Union, and apart from the exquisite pictures, it also had some designed dialogues, making the readers feel as if they were watching a real drama play on the paper. The main character of the first volume was Miss Nana Pine. The 15-year-old girl had already been very famous in Border Town, with the ability to heal the pain of others and her natural affinity. No one could hate such an angel. Coupled with His Majesty¡¯s strong supportive attitude towards witches, as well as the first army¡¯s spread of her stories, she was even more popular than Anna. After Wendy decided the plot of the stories, Soraya painted them one by one and stapled the book together. It sold for five silver royals per book. It was the refugees who needed to know about the witches most, but many refugees could not read and they were not interested in buying an exquisite album with half a month¡¯s salary. So, in the beginning, the potential buyers were locals and businessmen who came here to do business. The former could spread the stories through the contact with foreigners and the latter could bring them to every city in the kingdom. After seeing how popular ¡°The Witch Diaries¡± was, Wendy felt inspired. She could hardly wait to get the pen and paper, and was starting to think about the contents of the next volume. ¡°Have you considered the content of the next stories?¡± Ring asked curiously. ¡°Yes, His Majesty said Echo will be the major character of the next volume,¡± Wendy smiled and said, ¡°and what do you think of this title ¡®The Silver Moon Princess from the Southernmost Region, the Land of Swirling Sand and Volcanoes¡¯?¡± ¡°Wow! It¡¯s awesome!¡± The little girl exclaimed smacking her lips. ¡°When His Majesty recaptures the Southern Territory, you can go to the princess¡¯s hometown to see the vast desert.¡± ¡°Wonderful!¡± It was her job, spreading stories about the witches and letting everyone know who they really were. ¡°The Witch Diaries¡± was just a part of it. Echo had already gotten acquainted with the Star Flower Troupe, and all the actors were full of praises for her immersive music. Evelyn had opened a tavern next to the Holy Mountain Hotel, mainly offering mixed liquor with a unique flavor. Hummingbird also joined the City Hall and became the deputy minister of the Ministry of Construction, and she was also the second witch officer in the City Hall next to Scroll. The witches all worked very hard to build the City of Neverwinter. At the same time, they also made people accept their existence and equally treat them. Wendy felt that the day which His Majesty had promised was just within their reach. Chapter 576 Chapter 576: Deep Inside the Palace Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Otto Luoxi and Oro Tokat lurked behind a rockery, in the palace garden, in the City of Glow, the Kingdom of Dawn . Of course, they were not completely sneaking. At least when entering the palace, they had passed through the door, right under the guards¡¯ noses. No guard would stop them from visiting any place in the palace, except for the forbidden areas, because all the guards knew that the Luoxis and the Tokats had always been loyal supporters of the royal family, and that these two young men would become the ministers of the eldest prince when they took over their respective families. ¡°Hey, are you sure about this?¡± Otto could not help but feel nervous. If the Dawn castle where the King of Dawn spent time was a forbidden zone, his bedroom was even more forbidden. However, they happened to know a secret way from the garden to his bedroom. This narrow underground channel which they had explored with Andrea and Prince Appen in their childhood was meant to be one of the escape routes from the palace. They had considered it their own secret base and held small parties there occasionally. Given that they were only 10 years old at that time, the worst punishment, even if they were found by His Majesty Moya, would have been being blamed. Now as grown-ups, if they entered the palace without permission, what would His Majesty think? ¡°Come on! Gathering the three families to find out the reason why Appen has been acting strange, isn¡¯t that the plan?¡± Oro twitched his lips. ¡°And now, at this crucial time, you want to flinch?¡± ¡°I ¡­¡± Otto opened his mouth but he was speechless. ¡°But how stupid you are! To get messages from Quinn, you told him Andrea¡¯s recent situation. If you weren¡¯t Andrea¡¯s childhood sweetheart, the old man would have killed you,¡± Oro said while looking around, ¡°and now is the best time to tell the truth, will you do it or not?¡± After a moment¡¯s hesitation, Otto gritted his teeth and nodded. What Earl Quinn had told them was astonishing. Since His Majesty had fallen ill, the prince often met with an alchemist in the palace, casting his visitors out. It was said that a special drug from the alchemy could resist disease and enabled His Majesty to remain awake for one or two hours a day. As the prime minister, Andrea¡¯s father naturally had access to the palace to obtain political suggestions from His Majesty. The old man had gotten a glimpse of the alchemist and to his great surprise, he saw that it was actually a young woman, covered with a black veil, only her bleak silver-gray eyes showing. At this description, Otto immediately thought of the church. If it were not for his recent trip to the Kingdom of Graycastle, he would not think this way. After meeting with Roland Wimbledon, the messages about the church secretly training pure witches, attempting to subvert the four kingdoms and accumulating its power to resist the Battle of Doomsday had rooted in his mind. He did not tell what he knew from Roland to Earl Quinn. After all, the impact of the news was so huge that he must confirm his conjecture before deciding the next step. Hearing from the Earl that the alchemist would appear today, Otto immediately thought of the secret channel from his childhood. Now that it was impossible to get the support of the eldest prince, this was his only way to discover the truth. With this thought, he nodded to Oro who immediately poked the knee-high weeds, using a dagger to pry a cover disguised as a stone from behind the rockery. Rusty steel bars appeared in front of them. The fence, which could only be opened from the inside, was about an arm-length in width, but this was not a problem for the two who were fully prepared. Oro took a glass bottle from his pocket, opened the lid and poured the tawny liquid onto the lock catch. A puff of pungent white smoke rose up and the steel bars gave off a sizzling sound, like butter being thrown into a hot pot. The liquid was the iron-melting water created by a master alchemist of the City of Glow, and a fist-sized bottle cost more than 10 gold royals. Oro was told that iron would become molten in the blink of an eye when using it. But this was not the case. The lock catch first shrunk in half and did not fall off the fence until he had used up the second bottle. The two men bent over to enter the hole, and Oro did not forget to turn around and close the slates. After they had crawled more than 10 steps, the channel became slightly spacious, and they could walk. Otto skillfully fumbled for the oil lamp hung on the wall, flaming it with flint. The faint light illuminated the cliffs and the arched ceiling. This place was still the same even after more than 10 years as if time stood still here. When passing by the lounge halfway, they could still see the soft seats and wine glasses they had dragged here for parties. The road began to shift upwards and Otto Luoxi knew that they had entered the Dawn castle. Castle walls were divided into two layers, just like a sandwich. The middle part between the two layers was reserved for secret chambers and tunnels. Finally, the two arrived at the end of the secret channel which was the very back of the fireplace in the bedroom of the king. As the mechanism needed to be opened from inside, they could not walk directly into the bedroom. But they could roughly see the scene in the bedroom through the small gap in the trap door. The voices of conversation in the room could be heard if it was quiet enough. Otto blew out the oil lamp and peeked through the gap. The King of Dawn, His Majesty Deegan Moya, was lying in bed facing the fireplace. And Appen, the eldest prince, was pacing by the bedside, looking worried. They looked at each other, then tacitly nodded and carefully leaned against the door. It was obvious that His Highness was waiting for the alchemist. About an hour later, there was a sound in the room. They immediately turned their heads, squinting. Two women walked into the bedroom. One was the black-veiled alchemist that Earl Quinn had mentioned, and the other was probably the alchemist¡¯s assistant. She carried a satchel, wore a red and white cope and cloak, and had beautiful golden curly hair. ¡°You¡¯re late!¡± Appen said, displeased. ¡°Sorry,¡± the blonde bowed and answered, ¡°we were delayed by an unexpected situation on the way.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need to explain. All we need to do is to wake his father up. It doesn¡¯t matter whether we arrive early or late.¡± The woman in the black veil said this with an icy voice. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t say that! We still need the help of His Highness.¡± The blonde took out a green porcelain bottle from her satchel. ¡°It¡¯s good for both of us to maintain a harmonious relationship, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Give me the medicine.¡± Appen took two steps toward them, but was stopped by the woman dressed in black veil. ¡°Did you forget our agreement? This medicine is only effective if fed by me, and in exchange, you must meet the requirements of His Holiness.¡± His Holiness!? Otto was shocked. This honorific could only be used to name the Pope. He wondered whether they were really sent by the church. He could not help but bite his lip. Apparently, they were not alchemists, but Pure Witches instead. Chapter 577 Chapter 577: The Silent Massacre Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°I remember a month ago I told you to close the way to Kingdom of Wolfheart as soon as possible. Why are there still so many refugees flocking in?¡± the black-veiled witch said wryly, ¡°and your knights should have arrived at the border by now.¡± ¡°You know clearly that there are a large number of refugees!¡± Appen clenched his fists and said, ¡°If they were prohibited from crossing the border, most of them would die from starvation. There are no cities nearby, and no places to provide food. It¡¯ll take at least a week to go back to Wilderness Town if they retract their original steps, and they¡­¡± ¡°Does that have anything to do with you?¡± The black-veiled witch interrupted impatiently. ¡°If they suffer from starvation or thirst, they have only themselves to blame, after all, they¡¯ve abandoned their kingdom. And you¡¯d better pay attention to your father. Or do you want to breach the deal?¡± ¡°They abandoned their Kingdom? Ridiculous!¡± Otto thought, with a burst of anger. ¡°It¡¯s the person like the black-veiled witch who has waged the war, displacing these people.¡± When it came to a breach of the deal, Appen showed obvious hesitation. After a while he said, ¡°The rest of the road will be closed in a week, I hope you¡¯re satisfied with such a result. However, if they cross the border through the wildlands or the mountain ridges instead of walking through the official road, it¡¯s none of my business.¡± ¡°Of course. I won¡¯t ram an impossible mission down your throat.¡± The black-veiled girl took the porcelain bottle and sipped. She walked up to the bed and bent down to feed the elixir to the King of Dawn with her mouth. Otto and Oro, who were hiding in the path behind the fireplace, stared at her but saw nothing. After a while, she lifted her head and said, ¡°The King of Dawn will recover as usual in an hour.¡± ¡°Does the elixir have to be fed from your mouth?¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯ll only work if fed by my mouth.¡± She shrugged and said, ¡°As long as you comply with the agreement, you can feel relieved knowing that the King of Dawn will recover totally, even much healthier than before.¡± ¡°The next time we come back the border is to be completely closed.¡± The blonde-haired woman smiled. ¡°Do not let His Holiness down, Your Highness.¡± Just as they turned to leave, Appen suddenly asked, ¡°You¡¯re witches, aren¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Ehn?¡± The two witches stopped abruptly. ¡°Is it because of the magic power of a witch that the elixir can only be fed by you?¡± he said slowly, ¡°and no other reason could explain this. Although the existence of witches within the church is incredible, all you have done is nothing different from the demons.¡± ¡°Are you sure you want to say this?¡± ¡°Come out!¡± The prince shouted. The prince¡¯s words gave Otto and Oro a scare, but what they saw were several royal guards with light armor appearing from the closet and under the bed. The Pure Witches were hemmed in by a flock of guards. ¡°Oh,¡± the blonde witch gave a whistle and said, ¡°what an admirably, reckless move.¡± ¡°And it makes no sense.¡± The Black-veiled witch shook her head. ¡°It appears that the church doesn¡¯t leave you with a great impression.¡± ¡°Do not bluff!¡± Appen roared. ¡°Your God¡¯s Punishment Warriors are indeed a miracle and are unimaginably strong. However, they¡¯re not here! We have God¡¯s Stone in the Palace, as many as we want. Do you think you¡¯ll have any chance to flee away?¡± ¡°Wait.¡± The blonde witch smacked her lips and asked, ¡°Are the witches we have encountered along the way your arrangement?¡± ¡°Those aren¡¯t real witches, they¡¯re tricks the Rats often used.¡± Appen suddenly snapped as if the long-repressed rage was finally coming unleashed. ¡°A handful of Magic Fire Stones should give us a clear picture of your strength. Are there any differences between the witches and the common people without the protection of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors? It¡¯s not too late to beg for mercy if you hand over the elixir. Just do as I¡¯ve said. Otherwise, we¡¯ll break your arms and legs, and pull out your teeth. You¡¯ll become humanoid pots to hold elixir.¡± ¡°The others will be very angry if they hear your words.¡± She sighed. ¡°Young bloke, you should neither doubt the existence of witches nor laugh at their power. You¡¯d better not let her see you next time, or you may have a very rough time.¡± ¡°What?!¡± The Pure Witches¡¯ deprecating attitude just infuriated the prince further. ¡°Hope you can stay so stubborn in the prison! Guards, take them down.¡± Otto stuck his face tightly to the flagstone in the hope of seeing more, but his body was soon stiff. He was too surprised to believe his eyes. Before the guards could touch the Pure Witch, they changed the direction of the blades and committed suicide. In a flash, blood bubbled and spurted out everywhere. The guards fell to the ground, silently. The smell of blood pervaded the room immediately. However, Appen trembled ceaselessly as if he had seen something extremely horrible. The previous confidence and rage dissipated instantly. Urine trickled down his legs as he pissed his pants in fear. ¡°Let him go.¡± the blonde witch shrugged and said, ¡°He¡¯s still useful for us.¡± ¡°Just a little lesson,¡± the Black-veiled witch said and snapped her fingers. The elder prince sat down on the ground like awakening from a dream. He rocked back and forth trembling. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, you¡¯re still alive.¡± She satirized. ¡°But I can¡¯t guarantee you¡¯ll be so lucky next time.¡± ¡°Why? How? Here, we ha-have God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation,¡± Appen said stutteringly. ¡°How could the witches¡­¡± ¡°Because we¡¯re Pure Witches,¡± The blonde witch said with a hint of a smile on her face. ¡°Why don¡¯t you comply with the agreement? Your father will be safe, and the existence of Kingdom of Dawn will be extended. You can remain a member when the church defeats Kingdom of Graycastle. Even though your kingdom will be under the governing of the church, you can still live a well-to-do life, and your subjects can be free from the war. Are there any benefits to doing these silly things?¡± ¡°And, don¡¯t forget to clean up the spot. Your father will wake up soon. Presumably, you don¡¯t want him to face such a bloody scene when he wakes up,¡± she added as she left. Otto felt his back soaked with cold sweat. He chilled at the thought of the Pure Witches who had no fear of the God¡¯s Stone, and the church¡¯s plan to capture Kingdom of Graycastle and to take over Kingdom of Dawn. As His Majesty Roland said, the church had taken the Four Kingdoms as a safe bet. ¡­ Appen was the only one left in the room when the King of Dawn woke up. The blood-soaked carpet was covered with cloth. He fed his father oatmeal spoon by spoon. He seemed to forget his illness, chatting desultorily about government and family affairs with Appen. It appeared as if there were no changes. Otto dared not catch his breath at the sight of this quirky scene. Oro and Otto did not leave the hidden path until dusk fell. ¡°What should we do?¡± Oro, who had always been unflappable, questioned, panic leaking into his voice. ¡°Tell all these things to Earl Quinn¡­ and our parents.¡± He gritted his teeth. ¡°The problem is beyond our capability.¡± ¡°But you¡¯ve seen the Pure Witch resist God¡¯s Stone. What difference does it make if our families and Earl Quinn know the truth?¡± ¡°I know someone who can deal with them.¡± Otto looked at his friend and said slowly, ¡°We can ask for the help. Have a messenger of Kingdom of Graycastle send the news to His Majesty Roland Wimbledon!¡± Chapter 578 Chapter 578: A Life-or-death Report Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Yorko¡¯s life had been very comfortable of late. With the King of Dawn still to recuperate, Prince Roland seemed to have forgotten about him as well. It was only the nobles who did not ignore this ambassador from a neighboring country. He attended extravagant banquets and indulged in various pleasures with Denise, who even introduced him to exclusive clubs and brothels. The abundance and unique flavors of the capital were things he would never be able to enjoy in Graycastle. His current life was only made possible because of his title as ¡°Wimbledon¡¯s royal ambassador¡±. Although his rank was equivalent to an earl, yet in certain ways, he possessed more advantages than an earl. The latter could only do as he pleased within his own fief, while the former could enjoy the privileges of an upper noble in the other kingdoms as well. This clearly showed him the benefits that status accorded. The bodyguard assigned him to by His Majesty, named Hill Fawkes, was also a peculiar person. Whenever Yorko made contact with a new person, Hill would sneak into that person¡¯s bedroom within the following three nights and later inform Yorko about that person¡¯s identity, status and interests. If the person was a big shot, nearly everything about his life (including his hobbies) could be found out. With Hill¡¯s assistance, Yorko was able to mingle within the noble community even more smoothly. Furthermore, Hill¡¯s arrangements allowed him to make considerable progress on his plan to purchase slaves. Once, after a great night in bed with Denise, he mentioned this plan to her and she immediately agreed to his idea¡ªthe existing caravan would be used to establish a slave trading route, through which he would purchase the refugees required by His Majesty from the other slave traffickers, and transport them to Graycastle where they would be resold. The condition was that the slaves had to each be given an identity as a free citizen, and not be treated merely as goods for resale. Of course, merchants were merchants after all; even at a time of pleasure, they did not forget to negotiate the price. While Denise would not charge a commission, Yorko would have to cover all of the transportation expenses. After factoring in the manpower costs, meal costs, vehicle fees and other expenses, he calculated that the selling price of each slave had to be set at 10 silver royals in order for the business to reach his desired profit. When Hill entrusted him with this task, he assuredly accepted and proclaimed that he would not let any more talented people end up as slaves. His attitude undoubtedly deepened Denise¡¯s attraction to him. After concluding the brief negotiation, the two of them returned to the bed for another passionate romp. In the following days, Yorko sent Hill to negotiate with the other parties involved so that he did not have to take care of these trivial business matters himself. Soon, when he heard that the first batch of slaves, comprising of 25 people, had been purchased the previous day, he realized that it made him eligible for the 125 silver royals which His Majesty had promised as a reward. Is there another job where I can make money just by lying in bed? Being an ambassador is simply awesome! Just as Yorko was deliberating over where to go for fun today, a servant knocked on the door and walked into the room. ¡°Your Excellency, the eldest son of the Luoxi Family, Lord Otto, wishes to meet you.¡± ¡°Otto Luoxi?¡± Yorko was familiar with this name. He knew that Luoxi was one of the three powerful families of King¡¯s City of Kingdom of Dawn, and was only second in power to the Moya royal family. Denise had even warned him that he was free to court any woman except those of these three families, especially the Quinn family. His status as an ambassador would be insufficient to protect him in that case. Yorko did not have to worry that this was the reason as he had paid great caution in all of his love affairs. ¡°Perhaps, he has come to invite me to another banquet?¡± ¡°Bring him in.¡± A young man entered the study. He first took a good look around the place, and then closed the windows in the room on his own initiative before he sat down on the chair intended for him. His expression looked somewhat anxious. The dark circles under his eyes revealed that he had stayed up late and not slept much the previous night. Yorko was against the idea of emptying one¡¯s vitality for the sake of enjoyment. In his opinion, the abstemious sexual pleasure was beneficial as it made both partners happy and healthy. In contrast, depleting all of one¡¯s energy in bed would harm one¡¯s physical potential in the long term. Prince Appen was a clear example of this. His face had turned completely pale, and if he did not change his ways, he would be incapable of seeking pleasure by the time he turned 30. The young man did not say anything for a long time. This surprised Yorko. It felt discourteous, especially coming from one of the three families. He waited for a while before he decided to break the silence. ¡°Greetings. You should be Lord Otto Luoxi. What brings¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯re able to contact His Majesty Roland Wimbledon, right?¡± The young man suddenly snapped. ¡°I have an important report for him.¡± ¡°Eh¡­¡± Yorko was puzzled. ¡°What report?¡± ¡°It¡¯s all written in here.¡± Otto took out a letter, placed it in front of Yorko, and added ten gold royals on top of it. ¡°And this money is for reward. Please make sure that this letter reaches your king. The information concerns the survival of Kingdom of Graycastle!¡± Yorko inhaled a mouthful of cold air. ¡°The survival of Kingdom of Graycastle? This has to be an exaggeration.¡± Otto continued to stare at him with gleaming eyes until he collected his wits and replied, ¡°I understand. Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll do as you say and deliver this to His Majesty.¡± ¡°Make sure it¡¯s done as soon as possible.¡± After exhorting Yorko repeatedly, Otto got up and departed. His anxious demeanor clearly suggested that he was not lying. Yorko hastily kept the ten gold royals in his pocket. Instead, he left the letter untouched. He was aware that it had to be handled with great caution and thus it was best to ask Hill for advice first. ¡­ At night, when Hill Fawkes entered his bedroom, Yorko went through what happened during the day. After listening to Yorko¡¯s account, Hill pondered for a while before he pulled out a small knife and cleanly opened the letter. ¡°What¡¯re you doing!¡± Yorko exclaimed in shock. ¡°Opening a letter intended for His Majesty is a grave offense!¡± ¡°Shh.¡± Hill made a gesture to keep quiet. ¡°If the information is truly as important as he claims, it would be wrong for us to use conventional means to deliver this letter. A messenger from City of Dawn to Western Region will take at least a month, while bad situations may occur on the road. It¡¯d be too risky.¡± ¡°What has that got to do with opening the letter?¡± ¡°Do you remember the gray falcons I¡¯ve been keeping? They¡¯re the fastest couriers of all. They can reach City of Dawn within two to three days.¡± Hill explained. ¡°At City of Dawn, they¡¯ll pass the letter to another group of falcons, and within a week, His Majesty will be able to receive it. However, they¡¯re unable to carry such a large envelope. After I¡¯ve read the contents, I¡¯ll rewrite the letter as a secret letter.¡± ¡°Gray falcons are able to send letters like carrier pigeons?¡± Yorko was astonished. ¡°I¡¯d thought you raised them for hunting.¡± ¡°They¡¯re much smarter than pigeons.¡± Hill remarked. He then opened the letter and soon his expression turned grim. ¡°Who would think something like this could happen¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s written in it?¡± ¡°Do you really want to know?¡± Hill turned his head. ¡°Never mind.¡± Yorko coughed twice. ¡°I¡¯d rather be able to sleep well tonight.¡± ¡°A wise choice.¡± Hill approved. ¡°Also, it¡¯s best you don¡¯t mention to anyone that Otto Luoxi came to find you. All banquets in the palace should be canceled or postponed for now.¡± He paused briefly before revealing. ¡°They¡¯re in deep trouble.¡± ·³ÁË.¡± Chapter 579 Chapter 579: Two Incoming Letters Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland received a letter from Calvin Kant, Duke of the Northern Region. It was accompanied by a fingerprinted memorandum that expressed the Northern Region¡¯s intent of loyalty to His Majesty. The letter itself talked about more trivial matters. First, it asked when Roland would stage his accession ceremony, so that the Duke could prepare his journey to attend. This was the convention every time a new king was soon to be coronated. The next question asked about the new policies, such as how they should be enforced, what the remaining powers of the nobles were, how succession arrangements should be made and what the management scope of the city hall should be. These questions were predictable. But it was the last question which surprised Roland. At the end of the letter, the Duke proposed a connection through marriage. An entire page was dedicated to extolling the beauty and talent of his daughter, Edith. It also claimed that she would be able to handle all kinds of issues and affairs, whether they were domestic or foreign, and therefore, she was the most suitable candidate to be queen. Roland laughed heartily as he read through this section of the letter. ¡°What¡¯re you laughing about?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice came from the direction of the deck chair. ¡°A very interesting¡­ father.¡± He raised the letter. ¡°Have a look at this.¡± Nightingale came out of her Mist, took the letter from Roland, and read it. Then she frowned and asked, ¡°You won¡¯t agree to it, will you?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Roland replied lightheartedly. ¡°I don¡¯t need marriage connections to preserve the stability of my throne. Furthermore, the letter makes her sound so able that I won¡¯t even dare to let her into the castle. Or else, it may become unclear who the king is.¡± ¡°You do sound truthful.¡± Nightingale remarked and visibly sighed in relief. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t you believe me?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t believe you, but you know that witches can¡¯t¡­¡± She paused for a moment before continuing. ¡°After our awakenings, we can¡¯t be considered complete women anymore.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think that way.¡± Roland shook his head in disagreement. To him, the social perception that infertility was a defect would be expunged as civilization gradually progressed. Conversely, the beautiful appearances, attractive physiques and incredible abilities which magic power could bring about would become increasingly important and desirable over time. As long as Mankind lived on, witches would inevitably rise up as a group. Fortunately, they could be born in normal humans, and furthermore, there was no specific method to trigger an awakening. These thus allowed witches and normal humans to live and work together or perhaps even to marry. Just as Roland was about to expound at length on his personal view of witches, a gray falcon flew into the room through an open window and perched on Roland¡¯s desk with a loud thump. A loop of yellow cloth was tied around its claws¡ªthis meant that it was a secret letter which arrived from the old King¡¯s City. Roland swallowed his words, took a piece of dried fish out of a drawer, and tossed it to the gray falcon which was already waiting for its reward. Then he unwound the cloth and took out the neatly-folded oilpaper from within. As the size of the secret letter was limited, the contents written on it had to be extremely concise. The first sentence of the letter was enough to give Roland a huge shock. ¡°The palace of Kingdom of Dawn has been infiltrated by the Pure Witch who can defy the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation to use their abilities.¡± ¡°Witches who¡¯re immune to the influence of the God¡¯s Stone?¡± As far as Roland knew, only two kinds of beings could do this. The first was Extraordinaries with their enhanced bodies, while the second was senior demons that were called Supermagic. As Roland continued reading, he realized that each successive line of news got more and more shocking. ¡°When Prince Appen attempted to resist the Pure Witch, they manipulated his guards to slit their own throats.¡± ¡°The church¡¯s aim is to establish firm control over the Kingdom of Dawn before it places full concentration on attacking the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Otto Luoxi and Oro Tokat witnessed everything that took place. The three families hope to receive your kind aid.¡± Roland suddenly realized that his plans to recapture Southernmost Region would have to be adjusted substantially. Three days passed. Roland convened a strategy discussion meeting in the castle¡¯s reception room. The attendees included City Hall Director, Barov; Commander of the First Army, Iron Axe; Chief Knight, Carter; Longsong Stronghold Consul, Petrov; Witch Union representatives, Wendy and Agatha; a representative of Sleeping Island¡¯s witches, Sylvie; and lastly, Pearl of the Northern Region, Edith. ¡°That¡¯s the current situation, basically speaking.¡± Roland concluded after recounting the contents of the secret letter to the attendees. ¡°Although we¡¯re unable to verify the information, if everything written in the letter is to be believed, the Kingdom of Graycastle shall unquestionably face its biggest challenge before the next Battle of Divine Will. After some consideration, I¡¯ve decided that the Southernmost Region¡¯s battle arrangements have to be temporarily suspended.¡± He glanced towards Iron Axe. ¡°Will that be okay?¡± As the chief commander of the spring offensive, Iron Axe had swiftly seized Willow Town and Fallen Dragon Ridge according to plan, and thus gave Roland control over the gateway towns that connected the City of Neverwinter and the Southern Territory. Iron Axe had intended to build on this success by completing the territorial expansion before autumn arrived. This would include bringing the Sand Nation under the domain of Roland¡¯s kingdom. The two people who would then be responsible for establishing good relations between the two races were Echo and Iron Axe. As both of them belonged to the Mojin Clan, they could serve as mediators in a racial conflict. Iron Axe had especially yearned to return to Iron Sand City to take revenge for being framed. Hence, allowing him to lead the troops to seize the Southernmost Region was the best reward that Roland could have given him. Now that the battle plans were suspended, it was understandable if he was disappointed. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Iron Axe did not reveal any expression, and his reply was as sure as ever. ¡°I suggest that we let the newly-trained soldiers take the place of the First Army soldiers stationed at Fallen Dragon Ridge. They¡¯ll have no problems dealing with the nobles there, while this would allow the First Army to gather its greatest strength to fight against the church.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll do exactly that.¡± Roland nodded approvingly before he stood up and walked in front of the large map. ¡°Presently, we face two main problems. The first is that we don¡¯t know when the enemy will attack. The second is that we don¡¯t know where they¡¯ll attack from. The church used to have only one route to invade the Kingdom of Graycastle. This would be traveling directly south through Coldwind Ridge to reach King¡¯s City. However, now that the church controls the Kingdom of Dawn, it¡¯s possible that the Judgement Army will attack us through their border. Does anyone have a good idea how we can cope with this?¡± ¡°No matter where they appear from, they¡¯ll first have to go through the Northern Region.¡± Barov was first to speak. ¡°Coldwind Ridge, Deepvalley Town, City of Evernight and Palisade City, all of these are places administered by Duke Calvin. I suggest that we allow Miss Edith to go back and inform her father about this. We¡¯ll then keep a lookout for enemies in the Northern Region. This is the most secure way. But, Your Majesty¡­¡± The City Hall Director rubbed his hands together. ¡°Do we truly stand a chance against the church?¡± This foolish question was badly received by everyone present. Edith unceremoniously replied, ¡°If His Majesty says that we don¡¯t have a chance, are you going to wag your tail at the church and beg for mercy?¡± ¡°What nonsense are you talking? As the City Hall Director, I have to make contingency plans for the worst that can happen¡­¡± Edith ignored him and turned towards Roland. ¡°Your Majesty, while it¡¯s indeed necessary to send people to monitor every road in the north, it won¡¯t be an effective method on its own. The response will be slow, and by the time enemies are discovered, it¡¯ll mean that they have already begun to act. This¡¯ll give you very little time to respond.¡± ¡°Do you have a better plan?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Edith replied confidently. ¡°We should send people to Hermes.¡± ¡°The church¡¯s holy city?¡± Carter frowned in disdain. ¡°What use would that be? Do you think the Pope will inform you when he dispatches his army?¡± ¡°Also, the people living there are believers and zealots. It¡¯ll be difficult for spies to blend in.¡± Petrov added. ¡°There¡¯s no need to enter the holy city.¡± Edith laughed. ¡°All we need to do is to have a nice chat with a nearby merchant.¡± Chapter 580 Chapter 580: The Tooth Extraction Campaign Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Tell me more.¡± Roland could not help becoming interested in Edith¡¯s idea. ¡°The terrain of Hermes is very unique. There¡¯s a slope around this area of the Impassable Mountain Range. The old part of the holy city is located at the lower end of the slope, while the new part is built on a plateau on the higher end. The environment there is very harsh. Although there¡¯re natural barriers that keep demonic beasts away, the highland isn¡¯t really suitable for living, let alone for cultivating and farming. Thus the food and supplies of the new holy city have to be provided by the old one, despite the fact that the latter¡¯s mass land can only produce enough supplies for the 20,000 or so people living downhill.¡± Edith walked to Roland¡¯s side, pointed at the map, and continued, ¡°This means that they have to gather supplies from other places. For example, they would buy plots of land from churches and related organizations in nearby cities. Or they would rent wheat fields for farming. Every year during autumn, dozens of horse carriages would arrive from the four kingdoms every day to provide supplies to the new holy city. The old holy city has become something like a market town where these carriages may rest, as well as a checkpoint where the church can control the flow of people in and out of the new city.¡± ¡°In other words, whenever they mobilize the Judgement Army, the merchants here would definitely witness it. In fact, even before the army acts, we can observe changes in the transportation of supplies to deduce when they¡¯ll move out.¡± The young woman spoke as if she was taking part in a modern-day oratorical competition. Her eyes routinely swept across everyone present to make sure that they were paying attention to herself. The level of confidence she displayed was rarely seen in women of her era. Roland silently thought to himself, ¡°Perhaps what Calvin Kant wrote in the letter isn¡¯t all boastful bullsh*t. Judging from Edith¡¯s manner, she is indeed worthy of being called ¡®Pearl of the Northern Region¡¯.¡± ¡°How do you know all of this so well?¡± Barov stroked his beard as he queried. ¡°It¡¯s almost as if you came from there.¡± ¡°I lived there for a period of time,¡± Edith replied without a second thought, ¡°because of the Agreement on the Months of Demons.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Roland asked doubtfully. He seemed to have an impression of what it was, but could not recall the exact details of it. ¡°How can you not know?¡± The young woman blinked in amazement. ¡°To help the church tide over the disasters during the Months of Demons, the four kingdoms had to dispatch troops to aid Hermes and fight alongside the Judgement Army. Your older brother, Gerald Wimbledon, was the commander of Graycastle¡¯s border troops. I¡¯ve fought under him before. However, there seem to be some mishaps over the past year. It¡¯s reported that the coalition of the four kingdoms has suffered many casualties, while the church¡¯s Judgement Army has suffered a similar loss.¡± ¡°This is indeed so.¡± Petrov corroborated what Edith said. ¡°My friend, Rene Medde, completed his knight test in Hermes.¡± ¡°Does every knight have to fight against demonic beasts before he can be granted his title?¡± Roland looked towards Carter. ¡°Why haven¡¯t you mentioned this before?¡± ¡°Ahem, this is a method that knights from small towns love to use.¡± Carter shrugged his shoulders. ¡°The knightage of King¡¯s City has its own rules for that. Apart from valiant combat, a knight¡¯s loyalty and knowledge are also very important considerations. These can¡¯t be proven simply by fighting against some evil creatures.¡± ¡°By the way, Your Majesty.¡± Edith did not refute Carter¡¯s words and instead turned to face Roland. ¡°May I inspect how your army fights in combat? I¡¯ve always been curious as to how you managed to capture King¡¯s City in just one day. If I can understand how the First Army operates, I may be able to contribute in future battles.¡± This was not a big problem. There were no issues of secrecy. With the weaponry that the First Army now possessed, it was impossible to emulate their methods just by observing. As technology advanced, wars were becoming more and more expensive. Without a complete logistics supply system and industrial production support system, a batch of flintlocks would be utterly useless on its own. Furthermore, by displaying his military strength to the loyalists of the Northern Region, he could not only increase their confidence in him, but also deter them from having any secession ideas. As he thought about this, Roland nodded at Iron Axe and ordered, ¡°Go and make arrangements for her.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I suggest that you issue a decree, in the name of the king, to every city and town in Graycastle to expel their churches.¡± Barov was unwilling to be outdone by Edith. ¡°Or else, when the war begins, the churches of these places will become strongholds from where they devour the whole kingdom.¡± ¡°There aren¡¯t many lords who would happily do so. The church is typically a major source of tax revenue, and its power can be quite frightening. The lords prefer to follow the way that the wind blows.¡± Edith shrugged her shoulders. ¡°This is also how the nobles usually act.¡± ¡°In any case, it¡¯s better than not doing anything at all.¡± The director glared at the young woman angrily. ¡°Of course.¡± She laughed dismissively. ¡°The Northern Region will fully comply with this decree.¡± ¡°Then we shall do that.¡± Roland nodded in approval of Barov¡¯s idea. ¡°This could be a very difficult battle.¡± Sylvie¡¯s facial expression seemed rather anxious. ¡°It¡¯s best that you inform Lady Tilly. The Sleeping Island witches may be able to assist you.¡± As Roland listened to Sylvie, he could not help laughing bitterly in his heart. Sleeping Island¡¯s problems amounted to no less than his. He had still not heard back from them after sending out the intelligence regarding the Bloodfang Association. If Tilly brought her subordinates to aid him while their internal issues were still not resolved, Sleeping Island might fall into big trouble. However, this did not mean that Sylvie¡¯s words were senseless. Witches were indeed the most effective way of dealing with the Pure Witch and their uncanny abilities. ¡°I¡¯ll remember to write a letter to her,¡± he replied. ¡°Don¡¯t forget to prepare God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation for your men.¡± Agatha was next to chime in. ¡°Throughout the Union¡¯s centuries of existence, there have been several witches with inconceivable levels of ability. Any normal person who didn¡¯t wear a God¡¯s Stone would have completely no resistance against them. One of these witches could easily take away the lives of thousands of people.¡± ¡°Won¡¯t a flintlock or cannon work against them?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s not even mention a witch like Nightingale, who can move close to your army easily. Some abilities already take effect by the time you see the witch.¡± Roland was dumbstruck for a moment. The First Army, including its reserve forces, already comprised of 5,000 men. Where was he going to find so many God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation? Even if he used witch blood to split the God¡¯s Stones into more pieces, he would not be able to produce a sufficient amount in such a short time. ¡°Your Majesty, you can try extorting these Stones from the churches.¡± Iron Axe suggested. ¡°If we only attack the church halls and believers, while not affecting the lives of civilians, even the nobles would not dare to oppose you openly. This way, we can fulfill Lord Barov¡¯s suggestion while also obtaining a large amount of God¡¯s Stones for free.¡± The corners of Barov¡¯s mouth arched into a grin. ¡°Do you mean we should send out the First Army to plunder the churches?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll destroy the strongholds of the enemy, just like breaking off the fangs of a poisonous snake.¡± The commander corrected Barov. ¡°This will also allow Miss Edith to observe the First Army engage in a real fight. Compared to a rehearsal, this would be much more informative.¡± ¡°I also think so.¡± Edith laughed in agreement. ¡°This is indeed killing many birds with one stone.¡± Roland thumped the table emphatically. ¡°Let¡¯s called it the ¡®Tooth Extraction Campaign¡¯.¡± Chapter 581 Chapter 581: Late Night Talk Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Late at night, Wendy called all of the witches into her bedroom. The usually spacious room was now packed. It felt like deja vu. A year ago, Wendy had done the same thing. She had gathered all of the witches to inform them of the situation in Border Town and quell their uneasiness. At that time, only seven of their sisters were able to escape from the Barbarian Lands. The witches were left traumatized, and were unsure and afraid of what was in store ahead. Many came to Border Town with a mentality that ¡°We¡¯ve suffered so much that whatever happens next is a blessing¡±. To them, survival itself was a difficult game, not to mention dealing with the church which perpetually hung over their heads like a shadow. This time, the looks and feelings of everyone in the room were completely different from a year ago. At present, the witches¡¯ consideration was gradually shifting away from focusing on survival to maintaining their relatively carefree lives. There were no more oppression and hostility from other people. And no more worries about food and safety. In essence, this place had become the witches¡¯ ¡°Holy Mountain¡±. Furthermore, if they could help His Majesty Roland to defeat the church successfully, all of their nightmares would vanish and they would be truly liberated forever. Wendy waited until everyone¡¯s eyes were fixed on her before she began. ¡°The church is coming.¡± The daytime meeting did not offer much in the way of intelligence. Wendy quickly finished telling the witches about the contents of the secret letter, and the room fell into an awkward silence. ¡°Will His Majesty¡­ win?¡± After some time, Mystery Moon asked almost inaudibly. ¡°I¡¯m willing to spend all of my time generating electricity for him at the factory area¡­¡± ¡°Oh come on, His Majesty would have to arrange someone to take care of you if so.¡± Lily smirked. ¡°It¡¯s best you don¡¯t give him more trouble at a time like this.¡± ¡°What trouble!¡± The witches in the room started to laugh. Now that the first person had spoken, more and more voices were heard in the room. ¡°I¡¯ll work even harder to produce white liquor.¡± Evelyn resolved. ¡°But, would so much liquor be needed while we¡¯re at war with the church?¡± ¡°Aye¡­ is that so?¡± ¡°I believe His Majesty won¡¯t lose. Didn¡¯t Carter also manage to severely injure Ashes, the Extraordinary Witch?¡± Hummingbird mooted. ¡°And the God¡¯s Punishment Army isn¡¯t nearly as powerful as Ashes.¡± ¡°Is that true? Even the invincible Ashes has lost before?¡± Softfeathers, who rarely spoke, looked surprised. ¡°I won¡¯t consider it a loss. Carter was battered to be unconscious while Ashes was completely incapacitated. It¡¯s more like a tie.¡± ¡°As far as I know, it wasn¡¯t a fair fight.¡± Agatha disputed. ¡°Had the Extraordinary used equivalent weapons to Carter¡¯s, she would have been in a stronger position.¡± ¡°But Sleeping Island only has one Extraordinary, while there¡¯re thousands of soldiers carrying guns.¡± ¡°Hold it, sisters. Your debate¡¯s heading in the wrong direction.¡± Scroll shook her head in disapproval. ¡°We¡¯re talking about the church and His Majesty now.¡± Wendy quietly heaved a sigh of relief. Although everyone was anxious, nobody seemed afraid of fighting against the church. This would have been completely inconceivable a year ago, when the might of the church seemed to be as steady and unshakeable as a huge mountain. None of the witches who fought against them was able to survive. The Witch Cooperation Association had to hide in various places, and only managed to shake off the chasing enemies by advancing towards the secluded Impassable Mountain Range. Of course, this mentality change was, for the most part, down to the fact that His Majesty had never lost a foreign war. ¡°All in all, this war will be crucial to the future of the Witch Union.¡± Wendy inhaled a deep breath. ¡°Has anyone thought about what will happen if His Majesty completely defeats the church?¡± Everyone in the room turned silent, but a strange and indescribable twinkle gleamed in their eyes. ¡°The entire kingdom¡­ and maybe even the entire continent, will become safe for witches to reside in. In His Majesty¡¯s territory, we¡¯ll be able to create a new world together with other people, one where everyone enjoys equal honor and status. This is also what His Majesty has mentioned several times. I just didn¡¯t think that it could all be possible so soon.¡± Wendy paused for a short while. ¡°However, going by His Majesty¡¯s usual way of doing things, I urge everyone not to work too hard. Just do your jobs as usual. We¡¯ll not fail if we can keep this confidence.¡± She did not comprehend sophisticated ideas, nor was she among the Union¡¯s most able and brightest witches. Now that His Majesty had placed her in charge of the Union, she simply did what she could. Every time before an expedition, His Majesty would give an impassioned speech to the First Army. Wendy could never think of a way to inspire the witches in the same way as him. In the end, she always resorted to speaking what she felt at the bottom of her heart. ¡°The intention to be considerate of other people is more important than anything else.¡± She firmly remembered these words of Scroll. ¡°This place is our home and will serve as the turning point for the fates of all witches. I¡¯ll give all of myself for it!¡± Wendy stretched out her left hand, with the back of her hand facing upwards. Scroll was the first to press her hand on top of Wendy¡¯s. Then, Nightingale and Anna followed. ¡°For His Majesty and City of Neverwinter!¡± All of the witches gathered together with their hands stacked on top of each other¡¯s. The witches of the Bloodfang Association had hesitated for a while, as though they were unsure whether they would be accepted by everyone else, until Leaf pulled them into the circle. As per convention, they were only considered truly integrated into the group after they made hand contact with the other witches. ¡°I really don¡¯t wish to have to deal with this annoying bunch before fighting against the demons.¡± Although Agatha voiced her displeasure, she also stretched out her hand and joined in. Lastly, Wendy placed her right hand on top of the stack and looked around at everyone. ¡°For the Witch Union!¡± ¡°For the¡­ eternal Holy Mountain!¡± ¡­ After the witches departed, only Wendy and Nightingale were left in the room. As Wendy was closing the door, she suddenly felt a breeze of cold wind behind her back. She turned her head back, only to see that Nightingale had silently opened the window, and was now sitting on the sill and looking into the night sky. The night breeze blew her hair upwards, while at the same time, a faint fragrance whiffed by. ¡°Are you also worried about this war?¡± Wendy walked over to the window and asked. ¡°Worried?¡± Nightingale turned her head to face Wendy. Under the glow of the Stone of Light, scorching rays gleamed in her pupils. ¡°The only thing I¡¯m worried about is that I¡¯ll laugh myself to death.¡± ¡°L-laugh?¡± It was only at this time that Wendy felt the piercing aura that emanated from the latter¡¯s body. Unlike most witches, Nightingale could release her magic powers even when she was not actively using her abilities. To her, these powers were no longer elusive and intangible things, but instead were like sharp blades which created inaccessible regions of space. It was as if her misty world was slowly eating into the space around itself and beginning to take hold of the physical world. Ever since she came to Border Town, this feeling was becoming more and more pronounced to the people around her. To an enemy, this would be the greatest portent of danger. ¡°I¡¯ve waited a long time to take proper revenge on the church,¡± Nightingale slowly explained. ¡°Our sisters who wrongly died at the church¡¯s hands must also be looking forward to this day. The taste of revenge, from my experience, is truly unforgettable.¡± It was hard to imagine that this was the same woman who lingered in bed and did not want to wake up in the morning. Fortunately, she wasn¡¯t an enemy of the sisters. Wendy reached her hand out to Nightingale. Upon contact, the piercing aura disappeared. She proceeded to cuddle Nightingale in her arms. ¡°You can continue to do whatever you want. Just remember to take good care of His Majesty¡­ and also yourself. Is that understood?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Nightingale closed her eyes and replied softly. ¡°I will.¡± Chapter 582 Chapter 582: Military Strategy Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Once the war order was issued, Neverwinter immediately went into overdrive. Bags of wheat plundered from Fallen Dragon Ridge quickly filled up the previously-empty granaries. A portion of these would be shelled and powdered into rations for the soldiers participating in the war. Other than food, there were also firearms and ammunition. The soldiers recruited during the Months of Demons had already completed their basic training, and the outstanding cadets were hastily incorporated into the ranks of the First Army and given new weapons and uniforms. Those who performed average were placed in the reserve force and assigned to one of Roland¡¯s cities, where they replaced the veterans stationed there. By doing so, Neverwinter¡¯s available military strength was rapidly increased to 5,000 men. In theory, this put them on par with the Judgement Army¡¯s numbers. However, due to limitations on transportation capacity, the further the battlefield was from Western Region, the fewer the number of soldiers who could enter battle would be. Because Roland assessed that the Tooth Extraction Campaign would not be too difficult, he eventually decided to send out 1,500 men, with Iron Axe serving as the commander. In this expedition, the Adviser Department was absorbed into the First Army, and the key members were made up of nobles, knights and commoners from Longsong Area. This included Sir Eltek, who was Morning Light¡¯s father, and Trevor, Chief Bodyguard of the Honeysuckle Family. The criteria was that they had to have experience in artillery warfare, or had served in the Second Army. Although the people Roland selected were not professionals in this field, Roland trusted that they could learn on the job, and in any case, it was good to have a few more people to provide counsel to the commander. They did not possess any actual power to command. It was entirely up to Iron Axe whether to adopt their plans and advice. After considering that the First Army might encounter the church¡¯s Pure Witch during the expedition, Roland decided that ¡°Eye of Magic¡± Sylvie and ¡°Confinement Cage¡± Iffy would be following them as well. The former could detect magic power and alert the army to the enemies¡¯ positions, while the latter could capture Pure Witch under the right circumstances. Sylvie would also bring along a Sigil of Listening so that she could contact Neverwinter at any time. As a result of these preparations, an army with modern military structures, firepower, and communication capabilities slowly began to take shape. The Tooth Extraction Campaign was mainly targeted at Redwater City, Silver City and Impassable Castle, the three cities which were closest in distance to Western Region. The preparation for the expedition required four days of time. Apart from choosing which of his reliable guards to send towards the old holy city, Roland spent the rest of the time discussing various details of the war together with the commander and the Adviser Department. One such detail, which Roland found difficult to resolve, was the location where they would intercept the enemy. Everyone had their own views on this issue, and nobody could convince anyone else that they were right. The commander of the gun battalion, Brian, was adamant that the army should intercept the enemy within Western Region. His reasoning was very substantial. ¡°The battle has to be carried out in Western Region for the First Army to fully utilize its advantage in firepower. With our paddle steamers providing logistical support, we¡¯ll be able to replenish ammunition and manpower in less than a day. No matter how long the battle drags on, we can be assured of victory. This distance from their base will also be extremely disadvantageous to the church. If they cannot break through within a month, they won¡¯t even have any food left.¡± Conversely, Edith was the main advocate of fighting outside the Western Region. ¡°Do you really think that they¡¯ll have no food? Do you know how many church believers there are in the Kingdom of Graycastle? Even if all of the churches are burned to the ground, the Pope simply has to issue an order and these people will bring all the food they have to the Judgement Army. Mid-July is also the ripening season of wheat. As long as the enemy occupies one or two cities, they¡¯ll surely have a continuous supply of food. And this is not the scariest thing. Don¡¯t we already know that the church possesses Pills of Madness which can turn ordinary people into enchanted monsters? If the war situation turns bad for them, they may willfully force the commoners in these places to consume these pills, and manipulate them to fight against our army so as to wear us down. What will we do then?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t understand anything about gunpowder weapons.¡± Van¡¯er was on Brian¡¯s side regarding this issue. ¡°Transporting cannons and ammunition is very costly and difficult. They aren¡¯t like swords, which can be used many times. A single battle will require many ships to replenish the supplies that are expended. If we do as you say and intercept the enemy before they enter our kingdom, what will we do when we run out of ammunition?¡± ¡°I admit that I don¡¯t understand gunpowder weapons, nor the specific methods which your army uses to fight. What I do know is that the objective is the most important thing in a battle. If we cannot achieve our intended objective, even victory will be a failure.¡± Edith remained unrelenting. ¡°His Majesty needs every one of his citizens. How can you allow the church to enter our kingdom and wantonly destroy the populace?¡± ¡°If we cannot win the battle, everything else is meaningless.¡± ¡°What we have to do is to solve those problems that seem unsolvable.¡± The only two people present who could provide a final verdict were Roland and Iron Axe. However, whenever Roland was around, Iron Axe would never speak more than he needed to. No matter what order Roland issued, he would agree and execute it unconditionally. As both viewpoints in this argument had their pros and cons, Roland was not able to make a decision immediately. The most effective way of using gunpowder weapons in battle was to set up a crossfire net and wait for the enemy to enter it. The Western Region was undoubtedly the ideal location for something like this. However, if the church indeed used his citizens as a vanguard for their army, his losses would be huge. While the army¡¯s weapons could easily subdue the enchanted people, the population loss would be hard to make up for in the short term. It was only on the day before the army set out that Sir Eltek made a suggestion which brought an end to this dispute. ¡°Why don¡¯t we place our troops and supplies in the border cities in advance?¡± He suggested while stroking his beard. ¡°This way, we can substantially shorten the transport distances.¡± Brian shook his head in disapproval without giving the idea a second thought. ¡°That¡¯s only possible if we can know beforehand where the church will be attacking from.¡± ¡°Sir, the Northern Region doesn¡¯t have enough riverways. If we gather our troops in the wrong positions, we may even be unable to catch up with the enemy¡¯s movement.¡± Carter added. ¡°Furthermore, the border between Kingdom of Graycastle and Kingdom of Dawn is very long. We won¡¯t be able to keep watch on every passageway.¡± ¡°It¡¯s true that we don¡¯t know where the enemy will attack from. But we can induce them to attack from a particular point.¡± Everyone was stumped when they heard this suggestion. After a long while, Brian frowned and remarked. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that only the Pope can do something like this.¡± Meanwhile, Edith revealed a thoughtful expression on her face. Sir Eltek was unperturbed by the sarcastic response he received. He candidly replied, ¡°The truth is, I got the idea from Miss Edith. If we can estimate the time of the church¡¯s invasion based on the transportation of food supplies, then the church would also be able to detect the approaching of war based on changes in our border cities.¡± ¡°Coldwind Ridge!¡± Edith suddenly exclaimed. ¡°Indeed.¡± The old knight laughed. ¡°If we amass supplies in Coldwind Ridge and station the First Army in the nearby Deepvalley Town, we can be confident of directing the enemy to attack from a certain route, agree?¡± ¡°How so?¡± Brian remained puzzled. ¡°Because Coldwind Ridge is too near to the holy city,¡± Edith explained. ¡°Rather than wait for the church to attack, it¡¯s better for us to assume an offensive stance and compel them to concentrate their forces in this area.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Roland was quick to understand what was going on. Deepvalley Town was the only town connected to the central network of rivers. Although it was far away, his fleet of paddle steamers would be able to ship large quantities of supplies over there within one or two months, while the last leg of the transportation journey, which had to be done by land, could be reduced to only three days. Although a number of supplies might not be completely sufficient, it would at least be able to maintain a large-scale battle for some time. Of course, a better way would be to set up a defense line below Coldwind Ridge and wait for the enemy to enter the position that was made up of bunkers, barb wires and trenches. ¡°What if they insist on not going this way?¡± Van¡¯er enquired. ¡°Then the holy city of Hermes will be completely flattened,¡± Roland answered. Chapter 583 Chapter 583: Anna¡¯s Secret Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When Anna opened her eyes, she saw that all around her was a fiery red. Scorching hot air blew directly at her face and scalded her skin. Blazing flames. The blazing flames were everywhere. Smoke billowed from the lower part of the shed and caused her to choke. She heard cries from the back room, but was unsure if it was just a hallucination. As wood came into contact with the flames, they let out a crackling sound. Every now and then, she would notice sparks and splinters fall from overhead. She got off her haystack and tried to make her way towards the back room, but was quickly repelled by incoming heat waves. Eventually, she scrambled her way out of the shed, and watched helplessly as her house was engulfed by the raging flames. Her neighbors started to crowd around as well. Some tried to help put out the fire. However, the nearest water source was Redwater River, which was located outside the town. The few pots of water which they did their best to fetch had no effect on the fire at all. After Anna rushed back and forth several times, she suddenly saw the figure of her father. He had hurried back from the mines. He was still wearing his soiled coat and his face was covered with dark gray dust. He stood beside the house, which had been reduced to its wooden frames, and stared blankly at it. As though she saw her tower of strength, Anna could no longer suppress the fear and panic in her heart, and tears began to roll down her face like pearls. She cried and screamed as she ran towards her father and held on to him tightly. However, her father did not comfort her as she hoped. ¡°Where¡¯s your mother?¡± He grabbed her by the shoulder so violently that it caused her to squeal in pain. ¡°And your brother!¡± Anna shook her head, but did not expect that what followed would be a slap on the face. ¡°Did you actually escape alone? Why didn¡¯t you rescue them?¡± ¡°Damn, how can you only care about yourself?¡± Anna suddenly sat bolt upright in her bed, panting heavily. The scolding voice continued to reverberate beside her ears and refused to go away. This dream again. She picked up a cup from the bedside table and gulped down the cold water. It took her quite a long time to recover fully. On the first day of every month, Anna would dream of this scene. It was as if there was someone in her brain who had to constantly remind her of the past. She turned her head and examined the calendar on her desk. Today happened to be the last day of the first week of summer, and also the day of the month that the Witch Union distributed the salaries. She washed herself simply and put on her clothes. Then she walked out of the castle and headed towards the Witch Building in the backyard. ¡°Sister Anna!¡± Ring grinned upon the sight of her. ¡°You¡¯ve come so early!¡± ¡°Good morning.¡± Wendy greeted and laughed softly. ¡°The weather today seems good. Will you still be going to the North Slope Mountain later?¡± ¡°Lady¡­ Anna.¡± Her two former classmates hurriedly bowed in respect. ¡°Call me Anna, just like the old times.¡± She waved her hands, took a seat at one side of a long table, and pondered for a moment before answering. ¡°I have some other things to do first. I¡¯ll only be going in the afternoon.¡± ¡°Oh? That¡¯s rare.¡± Wendy revealed a spirited expression. ¡°Could it be that you and His Majesty Roland are¡­¡± ¡°Are they going shopping!¡± Ring shouted excitedly. Pearl and Grayrabbit, who were listening on one side, laughed uncontrollably. Anna shook her head in denial but did not say anything further. Neither did Wendy continue to ask. She took out an envelope from a drawer and placed it in Anna¡¯s hands. ¡°This is the month¡¯s salary. Two gold royals.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Witches did not have to prepare what they ate or wore, nor did they have to pay for rent or transport. They would even be given free prototypes of the luxury goods sold in the convenience market, and could request for more or newer items easily. Therefore, most witches felt that their salaries were not of much use, and did not understand why His Majesty insisted on paying them. Only Anna was able to guess why Roland did so. Furthermore, this measure inadvertently did her a favor. She walked back to the castle hall while holding onto her salary envelope. When she reached, she saw that the Chief Knight, Carter Lannis, was already waiting there. ¡°Miss Anna.¡± Carter stood up and greeted her. ¡°Shall we proceed as usual?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She took a gold royal out of the envelope and handed it to the knight. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡­ During the reconstruction of Border Town, the natives were each given a new lodging. Anna¡¯s father was no exception. After he sold Anna for a price of 25 gold royals to the church, she never had any contact with him again. From that moment, she no longer considered him her father. However, there were some things which Anna could not completely walk away from. For example, the gold royal which she let Carter pass to her father as the cost of living. Like most poor people who suddenly received a windfall, her father did not hold on to the sale money for too long. Within half a year, he became penniless by gambling, as well as being a victim of fraud and theft. At that time, Anna was not yet well known, but her talent was spotted by natives when she used her fire abilities to mend the gaps in the city walls. Her father tried to depute a neighbor to visit Anna, but was invariably rejected and ridiculed. When Carter, who was then in charge of organizing the militia, heard about this matter, he disclosed it to Anna. From then on, she knew that she had to do something in order to keep her father quiet. She did not wish to see him cause trouble to Roland. She walked with Carter to a quiet neighborhood in the east of the city and went up to the second floor of a building. Carter turned his head back to face her. ¡°Miss Anna, wait for me here.¡± ¡°Sorry to trouble you.¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s nothing much.¡± He walked up to a door and knocked forcefully on it. After a while, the door creaked open. ¡°Ah¡­ it¡¯s you, Knight Sir, I¡­¡± ¡°Why did you take so long to open the door, are you deaf!¡± Carter yelled. ¡°Move aside and don¡¯t stand in the doorway.¡± ¡°Yes, yes¡­¡± Perhaps this is the way things should be. Anna leaned against a wall along the corridor and heaved a sigh of relief. In all honesty, she did not want to care about her once father at all, but she knew that matters would only get worse if she completely disregarded him. Furthermore, she could not approach him by herself, or else, this bigoted and conceited man would act as though he was still her father, and the deterrence effect would be lost. Rather than pleading him not to do anything, it was better to let him know that there was now a world of difference in their societal status. As the renowned Chief Knight, Carter was considered to be a great noble among the commoners of the Border Area. By having him deliver the gold royal as hush money together with a few sentences of harsh warnings, it should be sufficient to keep the old man quiet, and thus ensure that there would be no trouble for Roland. Anna did not understand this kind of relationship in the past. After she was captured and imprisoned, she lost interest in everything and her world turned completely dead gray. It was only when Roland rescued her that her world became colorful again. After living in the castle for a period of time, she gradually understood the complex relationships between people, and also the reasons why her father was angry at her. But she abhorred these kinds of convoluted things. She could only be truly relaxed when she was with Roland. Or when she was reading the books which recorded intriguing knowledge¡ªalthough they appeared complicated and incomprehensible at first, after prolonged reading, one would discover that the relationships between different things were simple and direct, and would not change because of new interests or desires. She wondered why the real world did not turn out to be as clean and tidy as the formulas which explained its workings. The door opened again. After a brief moment of flattering voices urging him to stay, Carter returned to her side and said, ¡°Miss Anna, it¡¯s done.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Anna could breathe a lot easier now that the matter was settled. ¡°Don¡¯t tell His Majesty.¡± ¡°Of course¡­ I understand.¡± She nodded in approval and turned to walk downstairs. Although she could never get rid of these terrible feelings, she knew that with Roland, the pleasant things in life would only keep increasing. She could not wait to proceed to the North Slope Mountain to continue her research work. That was a place she was actually fond of. Chapter 584 Chapter 584: The Estuary Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After nearly four months, Lotus had a different feeling when she returned to Border Town. The town had developed rapidly, and even the heavy snow did not stop its expansion. She had this particular feeling every time she was on the Redwater Bridge. The factories located on the south bank of the river were arrayed like a neat square, and the dock area across the river had expanded more than several times. Concrete boats with black smoke moving back and forth on the river almost covered the glittering surface of the river. ¡°It¡¯s much more crowded than Sleeping Island. There are a lot of people, and they look like ants down there.¡± Honey leaned against the railings of the bridge looking down. ¡°I agree,¡± said Lotus. She had not understood why His Highness had wanted such a broad bridge and felt that it had been a waste of materials when the bridge was being constructed. Now, however, she thought that his decision was proven to be right. Occasionally, people moving across the river via the bridge would glance up at them, curious about their odd dress and appearance. In other cities, Lotus would think about how to escape at moments like this, but she did not need to worry about her safety here. In addition to the changes one could see, there were still many more improvements in life, naked to the eye. For example, the heating system that made people feel warm, the electric lamps that lit up the night and new, delicious food like ice cream and so on. Evelyn and Candle could talk about those changes in their life with her for a whole day, but those were not what surprised Lotus the most. She thought the biggest change was the relation between witches and ordinary people. And this could be seen in Evelyn¡¯s tavern. The tavern was funded by the Witch Union. Evelyn was the manager and bartender, serving guests who visited the Western Region delicious blended wines. It was His Majesty¡¯s idea that they should spend some of their savings on business instead of keeping it hidden inside their drawers. Lotus had been invited by Wendy to have two glasses of iced apple fruit wine. The taste was exquisite, much more aromatic than oat wine and mixed with a delicate fruit flavor. The drinks also looked quite attractive, and you could see the clear pale green liquid through the transparent crystal glass. The environment there was not like that of the ordinary pubs which were often noisy and chaotic. Instead, the guests were sitting elegantly in their own seats, and the floor, tables and drinking vessels were all clean and tidy. She would not consider the place a pub, if it were not for the row of barrels behind the counter. Of course, the experience corresponded with the high prices of the drinks. Evelyn stood in front of the counter, having conversations with her guests and nobody reproached her because she was a witch. Instead, many foreign businessmen came over to drink due to curiosity. Lotus had seldom seen Evelyn smile so happily, and she knew Evelyn really liked the job. Lotus recalled that most of the activities of witches had been basically within the castle area before she had left, and the witches had often been protected by His Majesty¡¯s bodyguards when they needed to go out. But now they were gradually being assimilated into every part of the town. It was incredible that such changes could be made within just one season. Talking with Wendy that evening gave Lotus a deeper understanding. She believed perhaps that was the reason why the witches of the Witch Union were willing to do their best. They were not only building Neverwinter for His Majesty Roland, but also building their home. ¡°Let¡¯s go. Today we¡¯ll complete the transformation of the estuary if everything goes smoothly,¡± Lotus said to Honey. ¡°Yay!¡± ¡­ When the last piece of rock sank into the ground, Lotus wiped the sweat off her forehead and took a deep breath. ¡°Awesome, you really made a road through the mountain.¡± Honey applauded. Meanwhile, the row of birds crouched in the treetop above her head tweeted. ¡°Of course, there¡¯s nothing I can¡¯t do,¡± said Lotus proudly. Unlike the reefs surrounding Sleeping Island, the rock layer here was much deeper and harder, so it was much more difficult to transform it. Fortunately, she did not need to transform the entire mountain into flat ground. According to His Majesty¡¯s plan, she just needed to build a passageway that could allow five or six carriages to pass side by side. Thinking of the iron bridge, this time she did not consider such a spacious road a waste. Since the hills were more than forty meters above sea level, the easiest way to build the road was by sinking the ground gradually until it turned into a long, gentle slope. In order to facilitate the passage of carriages, she purposely pressed the rock layer on the surface of the hills into a level road surface. By doing so, even if it rained, puddles of water would not form on the surface of the road. Now, if you were standing on top of the slope, you could see the golden shallow beach and the blue sea, and you could feel the cool sea breeze blowing along the slope with a familiar salty smell. ¡°Did you bring fire?¡± Honey bounded toward her. ¡°No, what do you want to do?¡± ¡°Roast fish, of course!¡± Honey smiled and added, ¡°How about you drive them out to the top of the water¡¯s surface when I attract them here? We can just put them under the sun for two days if we don¡¯t have fire.¡± The birds above her head tweeted even more merrily. Lotus rolled her eyes and said, ¡°I don¡¯t want to smell salted fish everywhere! Besides, haven¡¯t you got bored of it? You ate so many on Sleeping Island!¡± ¡°Hmm? I feel it was quite good,¡± Honey said while tilting her head. ¡°Anyway, putting fish under the sun is forbidden here. His Majesty doesn¡¯t like the smell of fish, either.¡± Lotus suddenly remembered Ashes and was not sure whether she was still plagued from eating fish soup on Sleeping Island. ¡°His Majesty said he plans to build a harbor, so Lady Tilly can come here anytime she wants, and she won¡¯t need to come by hot air balloon anymore.¡± When Lady Tilly was mentioned, this attracted Honey¡¯s attention. ¡°So¡­ will she come?¡± Her expression was even simpler than that of an animal. Lotus patted her fluffy hair, saying, ¡°I have no idea, but soon His Majesty has to fight against the church, so she must come to help her brother.¡± Actually, Lotus was not sure, especially after she had heard all the details of the Bloodfang Association and Heidi Morgan. In the past, she had not liked the pompous attitude of the combat witches, but now it seemed that they were also quite pitiable. After she stopped holding prejudice against them, she realized that they were actually not that different from herself. At least now, she could have a short conversation with Iffy once in a while. The combat witches on the island, however, would not be persuaded by Tilly easily. ¡°Yay, that¡¯s great!¡± Lotus sighed inwardly. This little girl knew nothing about war. If Lady Tilly failed to solve the Bloodfang Association¡¯s problem, and the church attacked His Majesty Roland at the same time, it would mean big trouble. Despite that, she still wished that Lady Tilly could come to Border Town again. And she also wished Lady Tilly could stay here forever. Then the wish she had made in the winter would come true ¡°Thus, all the witches including myself could live happily in Border Town,¡± Lotus thought. Chapter 585 Chapter 585: The Day of Embarkment Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Three days later, 1,500 soldiers of the Tooth Extraction Campaign boarded their ships and headed for their first destination, Redwater City. At the same time, according to strategic planning, the other soldiers of the First Army would escort the ammunition and food to the Northern Region. They would follow the inland water path, pass through Redwater River, the King¡¯s City river, Sanwan River, and reach Deepvalley Town in the end. In order to cope with such a large-scale deployment, Roland gathered all the paddle steamers in City of Neverwinter and also rented 30 sailing ships from Margerie¡¯s Chamber of Commerce to deliver war materials. By doing so, he could send three thousand soldiers and artillery ammunition to the Northern Region within a month, which was even before July. In the modern world, transporting a few thousands of people could be completed by just three or four ferries in one trip. But in this era, this was an incredible initiative. The vanguards would also move towards the Northern Region after they had accumulated enough God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation during the Tooth Extraction Campaign, and finally 4,500 soldiers would gather at Deepvalley Town and force the church to have a war with them at Coldwind Ridge. Of course, there was always a plan B, in case the church responded too quickly, sending a troop of God¡¯s Punishment Army to move southward across the Impassable Mountain Range and launched a surprise attack at City of Neverwinter, or that they abandoned Holy City and tried to enter the kingdom from the border between Kingdom of Dawn and Kingdom of Graycastle. The five hundred men defending City of Neverwinter were prepared for the first situation. Defenders always got a certain advantage, especially with the 152 mm stronghold cannon. As for the second situation, it would result in a lose-lose situation. Under such circumstances, the First Army would resort to a war of attrition and Kingdom of Graycastle would lose lots of people, meanwhile the church would lose Holy City of Hermes and their faith and status would also suffer. Fortunately, it was almost impossible for the second case to happen. The population of Kingdom of Graycastle would increase after the war, but the church could not afford to lose Holy City, their foundation. As long as the pope was not frantic, they would never abandon their Holy City. The Pearl of the Northern Region, Edith Kant, followed the first fleet to leave, too. ¡°Please don¡¯t worry Your Majesty, I¡¯ll write a letter to inform my father to send half of his grains to the soldiers, and the Lord of Deepvalley Town will also try his best to fulfill any request from the First Army.¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you going back to the Northern Region?¡± asked Roland. ¡°I¡¯d like to follow the first army and to participate in all the coming battles instead of going back home,¡± said Edith, who stood on the side of the ship. She raised her hair and bowed, saying, ¡°Please take care of my brother for me.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take care of him.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty, I¡¯ll wait for you in Deepvalley Town, for the real great war.¡± After the ship left, Nightingale complained. ¡°Tut-tut, the war is a life-and-death matter, but she talks about it as if she¡¯s going to a date.¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ does she?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you realize it? The action of raising her hair¡­ There¡¯s no wind blowing. Why did she take the trouble to do it?¡± Nightingale snorted and added, ¡°of course, it may be her habit to seduce men with such a gesture and it¡¯s already a habit.¡± ¡°Are you still upset by the letter?¡± Roland shook his head and did not know whether to laugh or cry. ¡°I¡¯ve told you, it¡¯s impossible. By the way, did she lie?¡± Nightingale reluctantly replied, ¡°Basically, no. At least when she expressed allegiance and talked about those combat arrangements, she said the truth.¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough. Let¡¯s go back to the castle.¡± Roland took a breath and said. City of Neverwinter was under pressure due to the coming war, but there was good news too. The projects that had been planned during Months of Demons were completed one by one, and the basic infrastructure was greatly enhanced. The most important finished project was the Western Region¡¯s own estuary. After the estuary was completed, Roland informed the Ministry of Construction immediately. Soon some houses, warehouses and temporary docks were built on deepwater port. With a natural deep-water harbor, larger ships could now be built, but as Anna had already focused on producing military equipment, the shipbuilding plan would be postponed until the end of the war. The supporting hub project, the construction of Highway 67, had also started. That road would begin from the bank of the Redwater River Bridge and connect the industrial area with the south of Shallow Beach. Its construction team was the same as that of the Kingdom Main Street project. Roland also fulfilled his promise, to make nearly half of the workers, that performed outstandingly, qualify as residents of City of Neverwinter and issued identity cards to them. Besides, the first coke oven in North Slope Mountain was also put into production mode during this period of time. To be precise, it could have started earlier, but it had had many setbacks during the test run. For example, at the first time of trial, the furnace had not been vented and the air used for dry distillation burnt directly. At another time, the temperature and timing had not been well controlled, resulted in coking failure. There had even been a serious accident, when the exhaust pipe had been clogged with dust and the flame had got out of the furnace. Fortunately, as Summer had the ability to playback what had happened before, the problems of the process were quickly identified and fixed. A new batch of improved coke ovens was in full swing construction. Besides basic infrastructure, military production also stepped up. The howitzer, an important new weapon designed for the war, was finally a success. Despite the limited size of its shells and the limited speed of reloading, it was still a fatal weapon in the radius of ten meters. Combined with debris, it could affect an even bigger area, twice or three times as large as the original coverage. Several 152 mm artillery could hit targets nearly ten kilometers away, which meant that they were able to strike the rear of the enemy directly, and now the shock waves and debris of the howitzer could destroy the defenseless enemy there completely. This kind of war was completely beyond the imagination of the people in this era. Unfortunately, a heavy howitzer could only be delivered with the assistance of Hummingbirds and when there was no hard-surface concrete road, only two howitzers could be used on the battlefield. Even so, Roland was not willing to give up such a powerful firepower. In contrast, the news about the successful operation of the steam turbine was not so important. After all, whether it was a new type of steam-powered boat or thermal power generation, there was not enough manpower for research and development. In a sense, after receiving the message from Kingdom of Dawn, City of Neverwinter had entered the wartime system, and all of the resources had to divert to give way to the preparation for war, Anna being no exception. In the morning, she processed artillery shells and fuzes, and in the afternoon, she cut key parts used in heavy machine guns. Those were what she had to do everyday. The arsenal operated on three shifts for the production of bullets and revolving rifles. Thanks to Mystery Moon and Candle, all kinds of machine tools ran at maximum capacity in production without a big problem. Shortly after returning to the office, Roland received a letter carried by the carrier pigeon from Fjords. This is¡­ the reply from Tilly? Roland quickly opened the letter and soon finished reading the contents. Pondering for a moment, he asked Nightingale to get Maggie. ¡°Bring Soraya to catch the leaving fleet. Let Iffy do what¡¯s suggested in the letter.¡± ¡°Coo!¡± Chapter 586 Chapter 586: The Battle of Redwater City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After two days of sailing, blocks of villages and farmland began to appear on the desolate green field, and the city wall of Redwater City gradually came into sight. As the biggest city in Redwater River, its population and resources could compare favorably with the old king¡¯s city. If it was not for the advantage brought by the minerals in Silver City, ancestors in the Wimbledon family would have made Redwater City the king¡¯s city instead of the current City of Dawn. Brian observed through a telescope for a while and asked, ¡°What will we do when we arrive at the wharf? How about shocking them first with the naval artillery?¡± ¡°It may provoke their lord¡¯s hostility.¡± Iron Axe shook his head. ¡°Our main target is the church. Other things can be put aside. According to diplomatic process, we present the documents first.¡± When the fleet arrived at the suburban wharf, great turmoil began at once. The gate closed quickly, and the drawbridge of the moat was pulled up while the soldiers concentrated in line outside the wharf. Brian sent out the documents and received a prompt reply. ¡°He said His Majesty¡¯s army is welcomed by the lord, but we are required to send an envoy into the city to explain the conditions. He will not open the gate and let us enter until he verifies the cause of the matter,¡± the soldier reported. ¡°What conditions? We¡¯ve already explained very clearly in the documents,¡± Brian said crossly, ¡°We are only against the church. Does he want to help those church scoundrels escape?¡± ¡°Is this also your rule?¡± Iron Axe turned back and looked at the accompanying members in the Adviser Group. ¡°Um¡­ yes, it should be if they¡¯re nobles,¡± Petrov¡¯s Chief bodyguard Trevor answered, ¡°and it¡¯s normal for them to be skeptical, after all, His Majesty, Roland himself hasn¡¯t come and Redwater City is not in his jurisdiction. We only need to send an envoy with suitable status to explain clearly.¡± ¡°Suitable status?¡± ¡°Someone from a large family who can earn the lord¡¯s trust,¡± Trevor explained further, ¡°like the Honeysuckle family in the Western Region.¡± Iron Axe, Brian, and Van¡¯er looked at each other with embarrassment. Before they¡¯d become the commanders of the First Army, one was of the Sand Nation, the other two were civilians. They didn¡¯t know how to properly converse with the nobles, nor did they have a suitable status which could help them to talk to the castellan equally. ¡°Why not blast the gate directly with cannons,¡± Brian got angry and said, ¡°Once they feel our attack they¡¯ll know what the right way is.¡± ¡°Allow me,¡± Edith said, ¡°The Kant family is an aristocratic family in the north and my father is also a duke. I¡¯m qualified.¡± ¡°What if it¡¯s a trick?¡± Van¡¯er hesitated and said, ¡°If the Lord of Redwater City colluded with the church long ago, they might arrest you when you enter and force us to withdraw.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not good for him and you won¡¯t compromise, will you?¡± Edith smiled and said, ¡°As long as he is in his right mind, he won¡¯t plan such a move on the envoys or he would arouse other noble¡¯s antipathy. And it can¡¯t affect the overall situation. On the contrary, if he had colluded with the church, the city would have been blocked in the state of battle. There hasn¡¯t been any hot oil or bonfire set up in the top of the city yet.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go with her,¡± Sir Eltek said, ¡°I was once a knight and I can take care of her if there¡¯s a danger.¡± ¡°I appreciate your concern, but the Pearl of the Northern Region doesn¡¯t need any care,¡± Edith said with confidence. ¡°Bring a team of soldiers with you.¡± Iron Axe made the final decision. ¡°If we hear a shot, we¡¯ll start an attack.¡± ¡­ An hour later, the gate was opened slowly, and the drawbridge was lowered. They were stunned when Miss Edith and a chubby middle-aged man came out under the escort of a small group from the First Army and a group from the Silver Armored Knights. The man was well-dressed but courted Edith like a henchman from his obvious expression and behavior. ¡°This is the Lord of Redwater City, Earl Delta,¡± Edith introduced the lord to them and added, ¡°I also asked him to send the patrol to surround the church in case the priest and believers escape.¡± Then she shifted her head and said, ¡°These are the commanders of His Highness¡¯s First Army, Lord Iron Axe, Mr. Brian and Mr. Van¡¯er.¡± ¡°Iron Axe¡­ and what?¡± The earl was stunned for a while to hear such kind of introduction for the first time. ¡°Never mind.¡± She laughed. ¡°This is His Highness¡¯s terminology.¡± ¡°Ahem, I see.¡± Delta cleared his throat and said, ¡°I have heard that Prince Roland¡­ no, His Majesty acts in a different style, really not common. So¡­ welcome to Redwater City. Excuse me, His Majesty indeed just wants to wipe out the insurgents of the church?¡± This was the Lord of the Redwater City? Brian wondered in amazement. He was quite different from what Brian had imagined. ¡°Yes,¡± Iron Axe answered in earnest, nodding, ¡°I think it¡¯s clear in the documents of His Majesty that the church is trying to occupy the Four Kingdoms and their rebellion has become a fact. You should have heard the calamity that happened in the Kingdoms of Everwinter and Wolfheart. We¡¯ll leave once we clear out the church¡¯s people.¡± ¡°Well, it is not necessary to be in such hurry,¡± Delta rubbed his hands and said, ¡°and tonight I¡¯ll hold a grand feast in the castle. I hope all of you can attend.¡± Although he was inviting everyone, his eyes focused on the Pearl of the Northern Region. Brian was going to refuse but Edith accepted without hesitation. ¡°Thank you for your invitation. It will be an honor but we have to complete His Majesty¡¯s task first.¡± ¡°Sure.¡± The earl smiled with slanted eyes. ¡­ The First Army entered the city in order under the guidance of the knights. Avoiding the earl¡¯s attention, Brian walked close to Edith and chided her in a low voice. ¡°Why did you accept his invitation? He definitely has other, indecent intentions!¡± ¡°This is the normal communication between the nobles. It would be too rude if we refused,¡± she replied in a dismissive tone. ¡°I don¡¯t know why His Majesty excludes the nobility from his army, but you represent His Majesty, Roland so you can¡¯t refuse these things entirely. And it¡¯ll be much easier to recover Redwater City on the basis of a good relationship with him. As for his indecent intention¡­¡± She twitched her mouth, ¡°Is there any other facial expression a male noble can show?¡± ¡°Err¡­¡± Brian swallowed with difficulty and sighed after a moment. ¡°So, you¡¯re used to this kind of life?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not bad, just a tad boring.¡± Edith said with a little satire. ¡°Well, haven¡¯t you ever admired the life of a noble?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± He opened his mouth but could find no words. Suddenly, there was turmoil up ahead. It seemed that someone was shouting, and they could hear something fall to the ground. ¡°What happened?¡± the Earl called out. Iron Axe clenched his right hand into a fist and shouted, ¡°All soldiers, stand by! On the alert!¡± The troops stopped marching immediately. The soldiers took their rifles from their backsides expertly and changed quickly from columns to rows. At this moment, Sylvie warned from the middle of the team with a loud voice. ¡°Watch out! There¡¯s magic reaction in front!¡± Chapter 587 Chapter 587: A Nameless Victim Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Magic reaction?¡± Earl Delta turned around and asked, ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Tell your knights to step aside now!¡± Brian had no time to think about etiquette and shouted at him. He had barely finished speaking when a group of believers, in indigo robes, popped out from around the corner and rushed into the guiding knights. The force was so great that the horses were immediately knocked over and several knights found themselves pinned under their heavy mounts before they even realized what had happened. The other knights immediately drew their swords and began to fight with the believers. The people on the street panicked and ran, causing many to fall and get trampled by the fleeing crowd. The sounds of people crying for help could be heard everywhere and the site was a complete mess. ¡°Tr¡­ Treason!¡± The Earl was shocked, at first, and then he became furious. ¡°Damn it! Kill all the rebels!¡± But, a piece of flying slate shut him up. It had been part of the pavement and more pieces of slate rose up in the air and swiftly headed toward a knight. It happened so fast that all anyone could see was a fleeting green shadow. The first person who was hit quickly started to bleed profusely from his joints and eyes. His armor immediately crumbled and it would have been impossible for him to survive. After that, more pieces of slate flew around, even taking out some of the believers. The vertical pieces of slate were shattering peoples bones, while the horizontal slates were cutting them in half. Before Earl Delta could even feel shocked, Brian quickly pulled him aside. ¡°Fire!¡± Iron Axe ordered. Gunshots continuously rang out across the street. The people who were still standing erect got mowed down like a wheat crop and once the gunpowder plume dissipated there was a littering of wounded knights and believers across the battlefield. For a short time, the field had been pure chaos, now there were bodies scattered everywhere, some of them were still gasping feebly while others moaned in pain, continuing to writhe on the ground. ¡°Where are the enemies?¡± Brian stared at the street corner without so much as blinking, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. ¡°Enemies¡­ They all fell, didn¡¯t they?¡± the Earl asked bewildered, apparently in shock. He obviously had not expected that His Majesty¡¯s troops would be so strong. A dozen silver armored knights and unstoppable believers became disabled in almost the blink of an eye. ¡°It¡¯s coming!¡± Sylvie said in a hoarse voice. As if responding to her warning, a woman appeared from around the corner, she was rolling up the street slates like giant carpet wheels and making them float in the air one by one. Heavy gunshots rang out again. Most of the slate was torn apart immediately while one piece of slate spun and swept along the crowd like a thick, unmanned sword. Oh, no! Brian¡¯s heart sank. From the way it appears, a flintlock isn¡¯t going to break down the rotating slate quickly enough. He didn¡¯t want to imagine what was going to happen when the soldiers were hit. They were not wearing armor like the knights and the casualties were going to be significantly higher. And, yet, they had no choice but to continue fighting. Just after Brian had this realization, a purple light suddenly appeared in front of the troops. It was a cage made of magic power and it enveloped the incoming slate, shrinking rapidly, stopping the rotating rock abruptly. ¡°Is this an enemy¡­ or a witch?¡± Earl Delta stood in a daze. It wasn¡¯t until all of the floating slate had finally fallen did the First Army cease-fire. The cloud of heavy smoke from the gunpowder blurred their eyesight. The smell of sulfur pervaded the air, but no one dared to rub their eyes or even cough. Except for the sound of guns loading, the field was completely silent, for the moment. ¡°Was it Miss Sylvie?¡± Iron Axe asked. ¡°The Magic Power¡­ It disappeared,¡± she said slowly. This meant that either the enemies had fled the battlefield or they had perished during the fight. After the smoke dissipated, Brian could see what had happened. A woman was laying on the pavement in a pool of blood, her thick, curly, dark green hair mixing with the sanguine fluid. Brian loosened his grip on the terrified Earl¡¯s shoulder and walked towards the woman, her red and white priestess¡¯ cloth revealing her identity. There were two palm-sized wounds penetrating the stomach and abdomen of the Pure Witch, from which dark streams of blood drained. Apparently, the bullet still had force after penetrating the slate and had torn straight through her body. The multiple slices on her arms and legs must have been caused by the ricocheting stones. Even though her enemies had the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, she was still able to roll up the slates and use them as shields. This way she could attack the enemies with the remaining slates and keep her enemies at a distance. However, she had not expected the flintlocks to be that powerful. Looking back now, she might have been shot during the first round of gunshots but she was still able to manipulate the slate. Her willpower had been remarkable. ¡°Is she really a witch from the church?¡± Delta moved closer, cautiously. ¡°Wasn¡¯t His Majesty clear in the pamphlet that was distributed in King¡¯s City?¡± Brian replied with annoyance. ¡°The church not only poisoned the common people with the Berserk Pills, but they also train witches to serve them in secret. Only the innocent girls that were framed by the church stand on our side. Have you not heard any of this before?¡± ¡°Actually, I had heard this before, but it seemed unbelievable¡­¡± This is just a small portion of the despicable acts committed by the church, and the nobles weren¡¯t much better Brian thought to himself, but he didn¡¯t say a word. Edith was also shocked by this brief conflict. This was her first time seeing the combat abilities of the flintlock troops. The whole process looked like a storm and all the soldiers needed to do was stand still. In this regard, His Majesty¡¯s troops were physically at an advantage. One could imagine that the larger the scale of warfare the more obvious the guns advantage would be. There was no doubt that the traditional combat forms, where soldiers fought with thick armors and sharp weapons, had now shifted to a newer model. Moreover, with those machines roaring day and night, they could keep producing these weapons in the western region. This made it easy to imagine how great a war potential His Majesty had in his domain. It wasn¡¯t until Iron Axe had ordered the troops to keep moving, that Edith was able to recover herself. However, her belief was firmer that her choice was the right one. The First Army took a turn at the street corner and soon came to the church¡¯s front door. There were several bodies lying on the ground and judging from their clothing, most of them belonged to the patrol team. They soon realized what had transpired. Just as the patrol ordered the blockade of the church, more than two hundred enchanted people were suddenly killed and the lords were swept away. Some of the believers stayed to wrestle with the patrol team, while others created chaos in the outer city, where some people were attempting to break through the gate. Fortunately, the First Army was less than 300 feet from the church and they were able to confront the Pure Witch. If they had been even 15 minutes later, the Pure Witch would have likely escaped during the chaos. Brian immediately lead a team into the church, where they eliminated the remaining resisters. Next was ransacking the place to find any documents, letters, or usable goods. According to his Majesty, taking anything of value was a requirement. Then, under Sylvie¡¯s guidance, the soldiers used small packets of explosives to blow up the iron gate blocking the basement. The people that were present all strained their eyes to see what laid behind the slowly falling gate. In nice orderly rows, there were over ten boxes of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, and surrounding it were tidy stacks of gold. Chapter 588 Chapter 588: A Knight and You Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At night, the halls of Redwater City Castle were glowing with light. Servants carrying wine glasses were walking through the crowd. Musicians were singing softly while plucking on the strings of their instruments. Enticing dishes were set on the table one by one, and goblets filled with red wine shone brightly. The noblemen and women split into groups of two or three and chatted happily with wine in their hands. Edith was the focus of people¡¯s eyes. She was moving around in the hall with Earl Delta and very much seemed to enjoy such a social event. Brian, however, felt totally alienated from the whole crowd. He felt the collar of his bottoming shirt choking him and his slim fit coat restricting the movement of his arms, not to mention the extremely uncomfortable pointy toe high heel boots on his feet. He could not really understand how come the nobles could dart around on the very slippery floor wearing those shoes. Brian could not help but envy Van¡¯er who did not have to suffer from this as the guard of the First Army¡¯s battalion, but he immediately stood taller when he thought that Edith had reminded them that they were here to represent His Majesty Roland. Someone suddenly patted his shoulder, saying, ¡°You look quite tense. Is this the first time you¡¯ve come to attend a banquet like this?¡± He turned around and found that it was Sir Eltek who dressed in broad shoulder formal attire with a white scarf around his neck, looking completely different from his everyday look. ¡°Relax, you don¡¯t have to be so nervous.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a bad thing. No one is good at everything. It¡¯s not a big deal,¡± Sir Eltek threw up his hands and said. After a moment of silence, Brian asked, ¡°where is Lord Iron Axe?¡± ¡°He¡¯s escorting the witches, Miss Iffy and Miss Sylvie. They seem as popular as Miss Edith.¡± Eltek pointed to the other side of the hall and said. Brian looked at that direction and saw the witches. They also looked very stiff in the dresses that Edith found for them in the last-minute rush. However, they were still attractive and seemed to be even more beautiful than the Pearl of Northern Region. ¡°Those people have no idea who they are, and Lord Iron Axe is actually not protecting the witches,¡± Brian said. ¡°Oh, is it?¡± Sir Eltek shook his beard a little. Brian nodded and explained. ¡°To be more accurate, he¡¯s protecting the nobles. If Miss Iffy is irritated, they¡¯ll suffer.¡± They then looked at each other and giggled simultaneously. ¡°Look, now you¡¯re relaxed and natural.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Brian froze for awhile and said, ¡°thank you.¡± ¡°Hah, you¡¯re welcome,¡± Sir Eltek said and then he beckoned a servant. He picked up a glass of wine and turned to Brian, asking, ¡°would you like a drink?¡± ¡°No¡­ His Majesty has said that a military man on duty should never drink wine.¡± ¡°No wine, even when he¡¯s resting?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a rule.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± Sir Elteck sipped the wine alone and added, ¡°what a pity.¡± ¡°You think¡­¡± Brian hesitated and continued. ¡°What Miss Edith has said is true?¡± ¡°Such as?¡± ¡°A knight should never refuse invitations to such occasions at his will, because he represents His Majesty.¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ That¡¯s true.¡± Sir Eltek nodded and said. Brian felt dejected, suddenly saying, ¡°I¡¯m not qualified to be a knight. I can¡¯t behave in such a natural, relaxed manner like her on these kind of occasions.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± Sir Eltek said while spreading his hands. ¡°Some people are just naturally good at it and some are not. Indeed, a knight who stands out at a banquet can bring his lord glory, praises and even diplomatic advantages, but that¡¯s not all about being a knight. Actually, my son is also bad at social events for the nobles.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ Dawn Glory?¡± ¡°Yes, he seldom spends time with the other nobles and was even frequently absent from social events held by the lord. However, no one can deny that he¡¯s an excellent knight.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know this side of Mr. Ferlin,¡± Brian said in great surprise. ¡°There¡¯s a lot you don¡¯t know about him.¡± Sir Eltek smiled and added, ¡°he¡¯s stubborn as a stone. He filled me with rage by marrying a civilian woman. I cut him off at that time but then I found out that I was wrong. I could find no fault with Ms. Irene. She¡¯s as good as any noble lady, except that she doesn¡¯t have a noble title. It was hard for both of them at that time.¡± Sir Eltek stopped and changed the subject, ¡°I heard that you fought a bloody battle against the rebels to protect the grain preparation for Border Town?¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ Actually, it was Lady Nightingale who stopped them. If it was not for her, I¡¯m afraid I¡¯d already be dead in the basement.¡± Brian said with a little embarrassment. ¡°But at least, you stepped forward, right? It¡¯s much braver than most of the other nobles who have only the titles but not the courage to fight against their enemies. I think that His Majesty did not dub you a knight for your social skills. You¡¯re a qualified knight as long as you remain who you are.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Brian felt touched and said, ¡°thank you for telling me that.¡± ¡°It¡¯s all right. Take it as a casual chat between us. Seeing you reminded me of Ferlin, so I couldn¡¯t hold my tongue,¡± Sir Eltek said while touching his beard. After a while, Brian asked in a muffled voice. ¡°So, what about the other thing that Miss Edith has mentioned? The social activities of the nobles are boring and dull¡­¡± ¡°You really care about her, don¡¯t you?¡± Sir Eltek watched Brian with interest. ¡°No, no! I¡¯m just curious.¡± Brian promptly waved his hands and explained, ¡°she disapproved of these kind of activities at that time, but now you can see that she seems to enjoy it very much.¡± ¡°Well,¡± Sir Eltek smacked his lips and said. ¡°What should I say? Some people can handle everything properly, even when they don¡¯t like to do some of those things. I think Miss Edith is a strong performer among those people.¡± ¡°Properly cope with unenjoyable things?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a rare thing,¡± Sir Eltek shrugged and continued. ¡°They¡¯re gifted and naturally good at many things, but that doesn¡¯t mean they like everything that they have to do. After all, as a Duke¡¯s daughter, social skills are already in her blood.¡± ¡°His Majesty needs someone like her,¡± Brian sighed. ¡°Maybe,¡± Sir Eltek said noncommittally, ¡°But that doesn¡¯t mean His Majesty doesn¡¯t need other kinds of people. As I¡¯ve said before, no one is good at everything. Focusing on what you¡¯re best at is not worse than covering everything, as there¡¯s a limit to a man¡¯s energy. That¡¯s why you¡¯re also well recognized by His Majesty¡­¡± Eltek paused momentarily and added, ¡°I think he¡¯s right based on the changes I¡¯ve seen in the City of Neverwinter.¡± Chapter 589 Chapter 589: The Storm in the Fjords Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A storm was brewing on the sea to the east of the Fjords islands. Every now and then, lightning struck through the gray clouds that hung low in the sky. Muffled thunders like the angry roars of the gods in the sky sounded as if they came from far away. Heidi Morgan¡¯s mood was no better than the weather. She had not received any news since she sent Iffy and Softfeathers to the western region. She understood that the long distance would make it difficult to send any message back, but she also knew that Honey was there in the western region of the Kingdom of Graycastle. That meant that they could threaten her and seize one of her animal messengers to send a message. ¡°What¡¯s really going on in the domain of the lord?¡± Heidi thought and irritably shut the window to block the howling wind. The situation on Sleeping Island was getting worse and worse for her. Since Tilly started the Sleeping Spell, all non-combat witches were on her side and facts had also proven that the ordinary people of the Fjords showed a greater need for assistant witches. As this place did not face any enemy now, the local chambers of commerce hired witches mainly for commercial purposes or opening new water channels. Under such circumstances, the status of the weak witches was raised rapidly and now seemed on equal terms with the combat witches. Besides, there were common people. ¡°Damn it, how come I didn¡¯t think of this,¡± Heidi thought bitterly. She had thought that if she represented the combat witches all the time, she would not lag behind Tilly, as there were only two groups of people on the island. However, as more and more ordinary people immigrated to the island, the third group formed. Those people recognized and trusted only Tilly since they were only influenced by the local chambers of commerce. As a result, Tilly left the island almost routinely to visit the other islands as a distinguished guest, especially after she gained Thunder¡¯s support. The thought drove of this drove Heidi into a blind rage. She believed that Tilly made friends with ordinary people in the name of promoting integration only for the purpose of increasing her own influence. Heidi thought Tilly was deceiving everyone. Tilly was selling the home of witches to the ordinary people bit by bit. If things went on like this, she would never be able to replace Tilly Wimbledon. This was the first time that Heidi found there was little she could do about a 20-year-old girl. Heidi¡¯s intention of leaving Sleeping Island with the combat witches was stronger than before. She wanted to ask Camilla, the Chief Butler of Sleeping Island, when could the Charming Beauty take them to the western eegion. But just at the moment, her door was pushed open. ¡°My lady, I¡¯ve something urgent to report!¡± Skyflare rushed in and said, looking anxious. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Seeing the look on her face, Heidi could not help but feel surprised, as Skyflare was the best and had followed her for the longest time among the witches of her association. ¡°There¡¯s a new witch here on Sleeping Island. I heard that her name was Annie!¡± ¡°So what?¡± Heidi said in confusion. It¡¯s not a rare thing that wild witches came to Sleeping Island after the merchants got the news out. ¡°She¡¯s from Kingdom of Wolfheart!¡± Skyflare said in a muffled voice, ¡°I¡¯ve met her before!¡± Thunder suddenly crashed in the sky! Heidi¡¯s heart skipped a beat and soon realized what Skyflare meant by ¡®urgent¡¯, saying, ¡°you mean she¡¯s the one Bloodfang Association has rejected. It¡¯s impossible! She may just be her namesake.¡± ¡°I thought that way at the beginning, but she looked very similar to the Annie I had met several years ago. I hid in the crowd to steal a glance at her when she was carried into the palace.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°My lady, I¡¯m not sure about the other witches but Annie is different¡­ Back then, she brought a friend with her. That was Iffy.¡± Skyflare grated and continued, ¡°Iffy cried all the way for Annie, wanting to go back, so I remembered her appearance.¡± ¡°How could this happen? They should be¡­¡± Heidi grabbed Skyflare by collar and asked, ¡°did you let her go?¡± ¡°No, my lady, I did what you ordered me to do! Please believe me. I¡¯ll never betray you!¡± Skyflare argued. Heidi looked into her eyes and then slowly released her, asking, ¡°what happened to her? You said that she was carried into the palace just now.¡± Skyflare took a breath and said, ¡°she seemed to be infected with a cold epidemic and was seriously ill. The keep has already sent someone to invite Della.¡± Della cannot cure a cold epidemic but she could calm a patient down by cutting off the pain. Heidi paced back and forth in the room for a while and asked, ¡°Tilly isn¡¯t here on the island, right?¡± ¡°Yes, she went to Twin Dragon Island two days ago. She seemed to be busy with the preparation for the exploration of the sea.¡± Heidi stopped and said, ¡°bring Nightfall here and let Shaji go to get more information. Shaji has never seen Annie, so she won¡¯t be recognized.¡± ¡°Yes, my lady!¡± ¡­ It began to pour. Raindrops pattered against the window, and Heidi sat by the table speechlessly. Skyflare and Nightfall stood aside, waiting for Heidi¡¯s order. The atmosphere was quite tense. A burst of rapid footsteps broke the silence. The door was opened and then shut again. Shaji returned and leaned against the door. She took off her wet clothing and straw hat and then heaved a long sigh. ¡°That witch called Annie is already asleep. According to Della, her condition is not good, as the cold epidemic has already infected her lungs. She must have been ill for quite a long time.¡± ¡°Is it? So what¡¯s Camilla planning to do?¡± Heidi said in a grave tone. ¡°She said there¡¯s a witch in the western region of the Kingdom of Graycastle who could cure all kinds of diseases. She¡¯s going to send Annie to the western region when the rainstorm stops.¡± Heidi felt so irritated that she wanted to laugh. Hiring One-eyed Jack for a round trip in the Fjords would cost nearly 100 gold royals. Camilla always found excuses to refuse her requests for traveling to the other islands or to the Kingdom of Graycastle, but now for a useless, strange witch, she was willing to send out the Charming Beauty? There was another thing she found completely intolerable. If Annie went to the western region and met Iffy, what she had done before would be exposed. No matter what, she had to make Annie stay on the island or shut up forever. Heidi contained her anger and turned to Nightfall. ¡°You can make her sleep forever, right?¡± Nightfall winced and said, ¡°you mean¡­ Seed of Peaceful Death? Yes, I can, but why¡­¡± ¡°Because she¡¯s a traitor of Bloodfang Association! You don¡¯t have to know the details. Just remember she can¡¯t be excused.¡± Heidi impatiently interrupted. ¡°Is she also a combat witch? Why not wait for Tilly before making the decision? If it¡¯s found out, we¡¯ll get in trouble.¡± Nightfall questioned. Heidi squinted, saying, ¡°Bloodfang Association will ¡®take care¡¯ of its traitors. If we hand her over to Tilly, will the naive girl punish her? What¡¯s wrong with you? Do you want to disobey my command?¡± ¡°Of course, no¡­ My lady, I¡¯m willing to take care of this traitor for you.¡± Nightfall shivered and promised. Chapter 590 Chapter 590: The Witches War Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Damn it,¡± Heidi thought indignantly, ¡°These witches¡¯ minds have already begun to fall apart, and they would have never bothered to ask why they do what they do when they were in Archduke Island. The enemies of the Bloodfang Association must be taken care of.¡± The environment could influence a person. The ferocious cliff wolves lived in the mountains, and the dumb dogs lived in the warm house. Through the Sleeping Spell, assistant witches brought in many gold royals and goods for the island, turning this place into a haven. Even the combat witches had started believing Tilly¡¯s nonsense talk. Apparently, she did not have much time left to deal with it. ¡°You can control the attack time of the Seed of Peaceful Death, right?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Well, when you implant the seed in Annie¡¯s body, don¡¯t make it take effect instantly, and kill her silently when she boards the Charming Beauty,¡± Heidi nodded and said, ¡°Now we shall visit this traitor, Annie.¡± When Annie died on the ship as if from the cold plague, the crews would throw her body into the ocean to avoid infection. No one would ever know the truth. ¡°Shall I attack her in broad daylight?¡± Nightfall was surprised. ¡°It would be more suspicious if you did it at night. Besides, I¡¯m not sure whether Camilla will let me into the palace or not.¡± Heidi glanced over at her. ¡°Shaji just learned that a witch from Kingdom of Wolfheart is sick. Isn¡¯t it pretty normal that the Bloodfang Association which represents Kingdom of Wolfheart come to visit her?¡± ¡°You¡¯re right, my lady.¡± Skyflare lifted the Hood from behind her cope. ¡°If anything happens to Annie, Tilly and Camilla would still suspect us even if we weren¡¯t there.¡± Opening the door, the harsh wind mixed with rain swarmed into the room. Putting on her raincoat and waving to the two of them, Heidi walked out into the storm. She was determined to do it. ¡­ Camilla Dary appeared in the doorway as the three of them walked into the palace¡¯s compound. ¡°What do you¡­¡± ¡°I heard from Shaji that a Kingdom of Wolfheart¡¯s witch has arrived here.¡± Heidi Morgan shrugged. ¡°It¡¯s said that her condition is pretty bad, so we came to visit her.¡± ¡°Annie has fallen asleep under Della¡¯s conciliation. I suppose you¡¯d better leave her alone.¡± ¡°Her name does ring a bell, so we just want to have a peek. We suppose maybe she was a part of us and got lost when we ran away from Archduke Island.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± After a moment¡¯s hesitation, Camilla said, ¡°Okay, come in.¡± Heidi was fed up with this conversation. A common witch dared to treat this place as her own turf and considered herself as the Chief Butler of Sleeping Island. Heidi sneered secretively. This woman was just Tilly¡¯s dog. If she had not said ¡®come in¡¯ at last, Heidi would have taught her a lesson. On Sleeping Island, most of the abodes relied on Lotus to rise from the underground, so there were very few multi-story buildings here. Tilly¡¯s palace was no exception. Going through the long corridor to the side room, Camilla leaned over and said, ¡°She¡¯s in the room.¡± ¡°Mm.¡± Heidi could not wait to walk into the room. She shook her head to give a signal to Skyflare. After carefully examining the girl who was lying in bed with her eyes closed, Skyflare nodded slightly. ¡°So, who sent her here?¡± Heidi came up to Camilla and whispered to her. It looked like an act of concern, but it was actually to block her view, so Nightfall could implant the Seed of Peaceful Death into Annie¡¯s body. Instead of answering her, Camilla gave her an odd expression. ¡°Why are you trying to kill her?¡± Heidi was confounded. Before she could do anything, Nightfall behind her had already cried out, ¡°This witch is a fake.¡± Turning violently, Heidi saw that the girl lying in bed had already disappeared, Nightfall could only see the magic power cohere as a small black ball suspended in midair. ¡°Seed of Peaceful Death. You really can go so far.¡± Camilla shook her head. ¡°I thought you were just speaking of the combat witch, but I didn¡¯t expect that you¡¯re a brutal murderer.¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± Heidi¡¯s anger was out of control. She used a fatal magic power and flew at Camilla. But by the time she could reach Camilla, the girl¡¯s figure had turned into mist. Now Heidi knew what had happened. ¡°Shadow, come out.¡± She gritted her teeth. There were hurried footsteps rising from the corridor. The witches hiding in the dark were evacuating from this place fully. ¡°Skyflare, get her!¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The latter dashed out of the side room, took a deep breath, and breathed out a stream of red flames. The flames crept along the walls and chased the targets as if it had its own consciousness. It burnt the windows and doorframes along the way. ¡°Ah!¡± A scream came from far away. Nightfall hurriedly said, ¡°My lady, we need to get out of here as soon as possible! They lied to you. This whole thing is a trap!¡± ¡°Get away from the window.¡± Shadow¡¯s scream made Heidi feel better, but she also knew that they could not stay here very long. She just could not understand how Tilly could know what had happened to the Bloodfang Association years ago. Out of the palace, the three of them stopped. In the heavy rain, a black-haired woman stood in the courtyard. Her eyes shone like golden stars, which could be clearly seen even in the mist of the rain. The three of them felt fear even though she stood without weapons. It was the Extraordinary Ashes. Usually, she would stay with Tilly Wimbledon. Turning her head, Heidi saw two familiar figures appear in the palace¡¯s doorway, Andrea and Shadow. Shadow was making faces at the three of them nonchalantly. Apparently, the previous scream had been fake. If they were both here, it meant that Tilly had not left Sleeping Island at all. Heidi was at an absolute loss after realizing the truth. ¡°Don¡¯t bother to explain. I can spare your life if you give in now,¡± Ashes said this word by word. No one would think she was bluffing. As an Extraordinary, she was a natural enemy of all witches as long as she wore the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Heidi would have taken action earlier if it were not for her. But there was still a chance they could win. The breakthrough was at the palace¡¯s doorway. She could threaten Ashes if she could capture Ashes¡¯ two partners. Without hesitation, she grabbed Nightfall and rushed toward the front door of the palace. ¡°Skyflare, stop Ashes!¡± As a combat witch, dagger and crossbow were the best weapons she could use when her magic power could not be exerted. Skyflare pulled out her dagger and dashed toward Ashes. Nightfall knew her intentions so at the same time she summoned the Seed of Symbiosis. A threat was useless unless fear supports it. Heidi had already made up her mind to kill one of them, and leave one as hostage. Of course, Shadow who had taunted her for such a long time, was her main target. But seeing Andrea hold a long bar in her hand calmly, she was shocked. What was that? Then a loud roar made her fall into a deep torpor. Chapter 591 Chapter 591: The New Journey Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Heidi slipped and fell in the rain, the flowing rain pouring into her mouth, nose, and collar. It was hard to describe her true feelings. Although she did not feel much pain in her body, she was powerless after the fall. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me. Go and kill her!¡± she shouted out not even bothering to examine her injuries. But Nightfall disappointed her. The combat witch from the Bloodfang Association hesitated, then stopped and came back to her finally, asking, ¡°My lady, are you alright?¡± ¡°Moron! We could only turn the tables if we seized them. If we couldn¡¯t, what was the point of staying unharmed?¡± She wanted to vent her anger but found that she was too tired to open her mouth and say anything. Behind her, she heard Skyflare¡¯s scream, and the fights gradually died away. It was very difficult for her to resist long when faced with the Extraordinary, Ashes. The paralytic feeling in her body began to fade, but a nervous flush along her thighs which pricked painfully was very noticeable once she was soaked with the rain. Heidi managed to look up but only saw Andrea walking slowly toward her. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to give up resistance?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Nightfall answered, she turned around and knelt down. ¡°I give in. Please don¡¯t kill Lady Heidi.¡± Andrea wiped the water on her head and said, ¡°If I intended to kill her, she¡¯d be dead by now. Her Highness Tilly hasn¡¯t yet figured something out, so I must spare her life for now. As soon as all the evidence against her is certain, she¡¯ll be justly punished.¡± ¡°Evidence?¡± Nightfall was at a loss. ¡°Annie betrayed the Bloodfang Association¡¯s witches, this is why my lady planned to harm her.¡± ¡°Oh? Is that what she told you? As far as I¡¯m concerned, Annie never joined the Bloodfang Association.¡± Andrea shrugged. ¡°You¡¯ll know what kind of person she is when the truth is revealed.¡± Then she turned and shouted to Shadow, ¡°Go and fetch Pandora to stop the bleeding from her wounds, or she¡¯ll be doomed.¡± At that moment Heidi finally felt the pain, and her whole leg could not move. It felt like a mass of heaviness beneath her yet did not belong to her. A sharp pain in her leg replaced the burning feeling, making her feel a bit better. It was over. And she knew exactly what would happen next. Tilly must had somehow learned the truth about her since she dared to do this. It was not difficult to find the truth with a bit of clue. Even if the Sleeping Island¡¯s witches could not find the truth, those people in the Western Region could. She was afraid this had something to do with Iffy and Softfeathers. She had belittled Tilly. Heidi thought for a moment. Then she gritted her teeth and released her magic power with her last ounce of strength just as Andrea turned her head. She could destroy anything hollow within 10 steps from the inside, whether they were living things or vessels. She called it Power of Pulverizing. Although a defeat was inevitable, Heidi was not willing to let Tilly win so easily. At least she wanted to teach Tilly an unforgettable lesson. ¡°No, my lady!¡± Nightfall noticed and cried out. It was too late! Heidi sneered secretively. But her power did not take effect. An invisible barrier dispersed her Power of Pulverizing. ¡°You¡¯re wearing the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation!¡± Heidi mumbled with dilated eyes. ¡°Wait. The thing that had hurt me wasn¡¯t Andrea¡¯s new ability?¡± ¡°You do seem quite energetic, you incorrigible bi*ch,¡± Andrea said with disgust, raising the iron bar and smashing it with all her might. Heidi was instantly blind. ¡­ ¡°This is the end.¡± Seeing Heidi Morgan and Skyflare being carried away, Andrea asked Ashes, ¡°So how are things on your end?¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay, but I¡¯m afraid that Skyflare may not survive until the day when we arrive in the Western Region.¡± ¡°Lady Tilly said to keep them alive if possible. Why did you do it?¡± she said with a look of disdain. Ashes licked the raindrop at the corner of her mouth and said, ¡°I never thought she would be so desperate and risk her life to win. Besides, she does have technical fighting skills. Of course, I could have captured her alive, but I worried that something might go wrong at the essential moment. So I had to do it quickly.¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Andrea was speechless. The Extraordinary sighed. ¡°If you had shown the Glassbead earlier, maybe they wouldn¡¯t have risked their lives in the end. But you chose to hold the flintlock, how could they know what it was?¡± ¡°Stop arguing. Lady Tilly is still waiting for your report.¡± Shadow reminded them helplessly. ¡°Besides, you can¡¯t stand in the rain and argue. What if you get typhoid?¡± The two looked at each other for a moment, and then exchanged a despised look to end this argument, walking side by side to the palace. ¡­ After giving her report, Andrea noticed that Tilly did not look well. After solving this great trouble, Tilly did not look happy or relieved. On the contrary, she seemed a little glum. Ashes took her hands in hers and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the matter. Are you sick?¡± Tilly shook her head. ¡°When I first saw Roland¡¯s letter, I didn¡¯t believe what was in it,¡± she said with a sentimental tone, ¡°We witches have finally found our own home. Why did they want to repeat the tragedy of the past years? Isn¡¯t it better to live in this place and be satisfied?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve done a great job.¡± Ashes comforted her, saying, ¡°Not all the combat witches will unconditionally accept Heidi¡¯s way of doing things, especially when our living standards have improved. Some of them have already supported us, even members of the Bloodfang Association are no exception.¡± ¡°She¡¯s right,¡± said Andrea. Although she did not like Ashes, Andrea did not want to upset Tilly. ¡°The fact that Nightfall didn¡¯t obey Heidi and fight to the death is proof. Given time, all the people will gather together firmly, just like the Witch Union.¡± ¡°I hope so.¡± Tilly took a deep breath. ¡°Since Heidi did this, I can¡¯t indulge her anymore. But according to Iffy¡¯s view, most of the witches in the Bloodfang Association knew nothing about it, so later I¡¯ll ask Camilla to call them here. If they¡¯re willing to stay here and wait for results, we won¡¯t treat them as enemies.¡± The two nodded. Sleeping Island had finally become boisterous, so no one wished these people to leave. ¡°When the storm is over, we¡¯ll bring Heidi to the Western Region,¡± she continued. ¡°To fight against the church?¡± Ashes was excited. ¡°Yes,¡± Closing her eyes, Tilly said in a low voice, ¡°To fight against the Judgement Army, God¡¯s Punishment Army, Pure Witches and the Battle of Divine Will. Just as Roland said in his letters, witches will embrace real liberation if we can completely crush down the church. I would help him even if he wasn¡¯t my brother, for it helps me too.¡± She paused for a while. ¡°Care to join me?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Ashes answered without hesitation, ¡°I¡¯ll always be with you.¡± Andrea nodded, but oddly enough, the smell of ice cream bread appeared in her mind. Chapter 592 Chapter 592: An Unexpected Change Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland sat in his office while listening to the news from the frontline. ¡°The drawbridge¡­ beep¡­ of Silver City had been put down¡­ beep¡­ We¡¯re going¡­ beep¡­ to break into the church¡­ beep¡­¡± ¡°Got it, be careful,¡± Nightingale replied. ¡°It seems that this is the maximum range of communication.¡± Roland spread the map, drawing a circle on the position of Silver City. ¡°We should set up a relay station here in order to directly contact the Eastern and Northern Regions.¡± He had been obsessed with the feeling of being in complete control of the situation from far away since he had Sigils of Listening. The quick exchange of information seemed to bring him back to modern times. At this moment, he felt like sitting in a command hall, controlling every phase of the war situation. Just like Tracking Sigil, however, which could not guide accurately beyond its valid range, Sigil of Listening was also limited by distance. The voice would not keep clear and steady if one sigil was too far away from another. To deliver his commands to the whole country, he needed at least one transfer station. ¡°But the number of sigils isn¡¯t enough. You¡¯ve only made four pairs, and an action like the Tooth Extraction Campaign would need two pairs. It¡¯s not easy to catch a demon twice,¡± Nightingale said and placed a piece of dried fish between her lips. Roland noticed this problem, too. As the sigils permitted only one-way information transmission, the witches had to hold two sigils; one for sending the information and the other one for receiving, in order to achieve the effect of an instant message system. It could be considered extremely efficient compared to a carrier pigeon or human messenger. According to Agatha, the sigils could be further improved, Its quality depended on the magic power of the blood mixed during the making process. For example, the effect of Sigil of Listening produced by Anna was better. Given that, mixing her blood with a senior demon¡¯s blood during the process, created a pair of Sigil of Listening that was powerful enough to cover the entire Kingdom of Graycastle. ¡°Beep¡­ There¡¯s something wrong¡­ Beep¡­ Just wait a minute¡­¡± Sylvie said intermittently. Hearing that by the table, Nightingale and Roland brightened into alert attention. ¡°Pure witches? Or the moving black holes of magic power?¡± Nightingale swallowed the piece of dried fish and asked. They could directly fire at the former, but the latter, which could be believers of the church who wore God¡¯s stones or the God¡¯s Punishment Army who could naturally resist the magic power, were hard to deal with. ¡°No¡­ Beep¡­ I didn¡¯t see the reaction of¡­ Beep¡­ God¡¯s stones¡­¡± ¡°No God¡¯s stones?¡± Roland asked, frowning. ¡°No¡­ There¡¯s nothing¡­ beep¡­ in the church¡­¡± The sound paused for a moment. ¡°We¡­ are going in¡­ Beep¡­ The basement is empty¡­¡± Nightingale and Roland looked at each other, speechless, wondering whether the church had escaped or not? ¡°It¡¯s possible,¡± said Roland, and chagrined for a while. ¡°I was too cautious.¡± As of now, the First Army was the most unstoppable in the country, and no noble was stupid enough to go right into the king¡¯s line of fire, but some might still send secret messages to the church. For the church, it was a natural choice to retreat with all the supplies of the city, thinking there was no chance of winning. Different from the battles which captured Longsong Stronghold and Fallen Dragon Ridge, the nobles probably chose to be onlookers during this war. After he seized Redwater City, the churches in the other cities may have already received messages delivered via pigeons, which noted: ¡°Prince Roland is searching for God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation¡±. ¡°If we¡¯d divided the army into three groups to attack the three cities at the same time, we would¡¯ve conquered them all,¡± said Roland. ¡°It¡¯s hard to say. After all, only Sylvie can see through the ambushes of the enemies. If one group had encountered powerful pure witches, the troops would have suffered a heavy loss. Your decision wasn¡¯t bad,¡± Nightingale said lifting a piece of dried fish to his mouth. Roland was taken by surprise. He bit the dried fish and said, ¡°You become comforting now.¡± She gave him a sly grin and said, ¡°Do you feel better now? If not, I can massage your shoulders. Wendy taught me a massage technique that¡¯ll make you relaxed.¡± ¡°Wendy?¡± Nightingale raised her eyebrows and said, ¡°She¡¯s very versatile. You know, the Witch Cooperation Association trekked a long distance and suffered a lot. It was Wendy who took care of our sisters and stabilized our team. No one could do better than her. If it was not for her, Cara¡¯s bad temper would have driven everyone away.¡± Roland rubbed his chin for a while. There were not any government affairs to deal with for now, and the First Army had successfully entered Silver City. Given that, he thought it was just the time to have a break. He was about to accept Nightingale¡¯s massage when the magic stones in her arms alerted again. This time the voice was very clear, like a shout in the ear. ¡°It¡¯s Lightning, repeat, it¡¯s Lightning, do you copy?¡± As the witches were lacking in entertainments, Roland chose some wonderful stories for them in nature courses to improve their interests in studies and enrich their knowledge. Since Lightning heard the story that sky could be conquered by pilots, she had been addicted to their advanced conversation mode. Roland, however, still felt a little awkward communicating this way. After Nightingale activated another group of magic stones, Roland cleared his throat and said, ¡°I¡¯ve got you, speak please.¡± ¡°The Red Mist behind the snow mountain disappeared¡­ No, it¡¯s disappearing!¡± ¡°What? Are you sure?¡± Roland and Nightingale asked simultaneously. ¡°Yes, Maggie is here, too. You can ask her!¡± ¡°The Red Mist has indeed faded away! Coo.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not right. You should say ¡®this is Maggie¡¯, and then report.¡± ¡°Coo coo?¡± ¡°Where are you now? Don¡¯t get close to Devil¡¯s Town, and hurry back now,¡± Roland said, trying to control their impulses to explore. If they chose to fly directly into Devil¡¯s Town to investigate and encountered a senior demon there, they would be in real trouble. ¡°Got it!¡± Lightning replied quickly. ¡°Get Agatha for me. Maybe only she knows what¡¯s going on,¡± Roland said to Nightingale. Since the witches killed the Magic Slayer, he had been monitoring the demons behind the snow-capped mountains. There was one Animal Messenger in each troop who guarded the coal carrier ships that went to the source of the Redwater River in batches of four or five. Besides, he ordered Lightning and Maggie to practice between the snow mountain and the Mist Forest in case of a surprise attack of demons. The demons, however, did not take their revenge, and now even the Red Mist began to fade away. Agatha soon came to the office, but after listening carefully to the report from Lightning, she was also puzzled. ¡°The Union could rarely get close to Devil¡¯s Town, and I¡¯d never heard of their retreat during battles, even in the wars that lasted for several decades.¡± ¡°Keep monitoring them for now.¡± Roland made the decision at last. ¡°Perhaps the Red Mist will come back, we should be cautious.¡± He did not want to put any witch¡¯s life at risk for now. Five days later, Lightning reported that the Red Mist behind the snow mountains had completely disappeared. Chapter 593 Chapter 593: The Blackstone Forest Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ A reconnaissance platoon was established soon after confirming no trace of the demons in the camp. To find out the cause for the Red Mist¡¯s disappearance, Maggie led the probe into the camp carrying Agatha, followed by Soraya and Summer who were not capable of escaping were thus protected by 50 soldiers of the First Army. ¡°We¡¯re about to arrive. Get ready to land!¡± said Lightning, who made a gesture towards Maggie, ¡°Awh!¡± Agatha poked her head up and the Rocky Beach gradually came into her sight. As the little girl said, the heavy Red Mist had vanished completely, revealing the dark brown earth. Different from the dark green forest around, no trees were there in the camp area which looked as if the soil surface was torn off. This was the first time that Agatha had approached a residence of demons. As a member of the Quest Society, Agatha could not help but feel a burst of excitement. ¡°Lightning is landing! Repeat, Lightning is landing.¡± ¡°Be careful! Remember to escape immediately if there is any danger.¡± Roland¡¯s voice came through the sigil. ¡°Lightning understands.¡± Folding her wings, Maggie dived sharply towards the ground. Agatha saw the landscape under her feet changing rapidly, from the blue ocean to the off-white rugged rocky wall, and then to the humid brown land. After a sudden shock, Agatha found that the huge Devilbeast had already landed safely. ¡°Do the demons really live in such a place? Looking from the sky, there¡¯s nothing special in this place but now it really looks weird,¡± Lightning clicked her tongue and said. Agatha felt the same way. The swarthy stone towers stood high on the empty ground everywhere, like a black forest in picturesque disorder. These strange buildings were the black spots that they had seen from above. The height of the higher buildings was about three to four stories and that of the lower ones were just taller than their heads. In terms of the density, these building far surpassed that of a forefront battalion. It seemed that these stone towers had some functions other than the storage of the Red Mist. ¡°I don¡¯t know what happened to them, but it must have happened not long ago,¡± she said. ¡°Why do you say that?¡± Lightning asked with curiosity. ¡°As the stone towers haven¡¯t withered completely.¡± Agatha pointed to a nearest Blackstone Pagoda and said. ¡°Their surfaces simply dimmed, far from being rough and fragile. They look totally different from the barren land that the Union conquered in the frontline. That means, the demons didn¡¯t intend to withdraw, or¡­ they just made a hasty decision to retreat.¡± She paused momentarily and said, ¡°let¡¯s go to the center of the camp, the highest tower, where the Eye Demon lived. Maybe we can find something else.¡± ¡°Hope Summer can find the cause¡­ Ah!¡± Lightning screamed suddenly. She was walking in the front, but instantly sunk into the ground. Seeing the frightening scene, Maggie transformed into a pigeon to fly up immediately, and Agatha also conjured up an ice barrier in front of herself. Before they took any further action, the little girl flew out of the hole in the ground and said, ¡°I¡¯m okay.¡± She flapped her body to clear away the dirt and complained. ¡°Who dug a trap here?!¡± ¡°What a naughty gremlin!¡± Agatha sighed with relief inwardly and prepared to disperse the ice barrier. Yet the following words of Lightening made her heart jump in her throat again. ¡°Uh! Here¡¯s a demon!¡± ¡°It¡¯s true, but the demon seems to be dead,¡± Maggie perched on the head of Lightning and said. ¡°Maybe. Otherwise, I would be in trouble,¡± the little girl patted her chest and said, still quite scared. Holding an ice spear in hand, Agatha came over to have a look. As Maggie said, a Mad Demon stood in the soil pit with its head slouching, and a chunk of its bare skin had dried and curled, like the salted fish exposed to the scorching sun. ¡°I remember Sylvie once said that the demons were hiding under the ground, right?¡± Agatha said and further confirmed her judgement. Whether the demons decided to withdraw or met with some other incident at that moment, it must have been some emergency. Otherwise, these demons wouldn¡¯t die by exhausting the Red Mist underground little by little before receiving the new orders. ¡°We¡¯d better fly to investigate. I don¡¯t want to fall in a trap again,¡± Lightning mumbled. Carrying Agatha on her back, Lightening flew forward slowly, remaining close to the ground. After they bypassed rows of stone towers, they suddenly got a wider view. An open field in the camp appeared. ¡°It¡¯s¡­¡± Agatha gasped and said. Judging from the spot, it was obvious that the open field was not left deliberately by the demons, as a huge cavern could be seen in the center of it. It had a size almost equal to that of the square of Border Town, and many debris of the stone tower scattered around it. The three witches stood by the bottomless hole and looked down attempting to see where it led to. ¡°It seems the same as the place where we found you. How about let me go down and explore first?¡± Lightning smacked her lips and said. ¡°NO! You can¡¯t.¡± ¡°No, coo!¡± Agatha and Maggie stopped Lightening at the same time. ¡°Okay,¡± the little girl said and sighed with a look of regret. She had restrained herself a lot from her desires to take risks after being punished by His Majesty to do test questions. ¡°So, let¡¯s take a walk around it.¡± The rest of the place in the camp had slight differences. Of course, the exploration of the three witches was not fruitless. Maggie found a large number of Magic Stones in a flat-roofed stone tower and a withered, dead Chaos Beast. Actually, she just wanted to perch on the top of the tower for a while, but happened to find a narrow entrance there, which may serve as an air duct that the demons used to imbue the Red Mist. The First Army arrived at Rocky Beach two days later. Lotus found a slit chapped in the mountain, and dug a path out in the rocky wall, which could allow only one person to go through. Maggie, at the same time, was responsible for transporting the important equipment like heavy machine guns. It took great effort to deliver 50 soldiers and witches into the inland area. This was the first contact between the indigenous people and the alien demon race. Even the hardiest soldier would felt dread and panic at the sight of such an incredible scene. Roland had expected that and ordered his people to pitch a camp nearby the entrance to the rocky wall to avoid overstraining themselves. As for Summer¡¯s replaying work, the First Army was not allowed to watch. According to Agatha¡¯s judgement, the time at which the high tower in the camp disappeared should be between one and half a weeks to one month ago. The consumption of Summer¡¯s magic power would be accelerated if the retrospective time exceeded one week. As for the events that happened one month ago, they could only be replayed once a day. Under such circumstances, there was no shortcut except for trying again and again. Among the Magic Stones brought back by Maggie, there were some practical ones. The quality of these Magic Stones could not match with those obtained from Fearsome Demons, but it was better than nothing. Now the Spellcaster Tower to be completed soon only lacks a living demon. It would take a long time to find the accurate time of the incident that happened to the demons. Roland developed new gadgets as he waited for the result. He received the second secret letter from the Fjords. It said that Tilly Wimbledon was about to arrive at Shallow Beach of the Western Region. Chapter 594 Chapter 594: Shallow Beach and Reunion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What a pleasant surprise,¡± thought Roland. Out of his expectation, Tilly herself would also come here instead of just sending several combat witches to help him. That meant she had already solved the trouble on Sleeping Island, or that she did not have to worry about the stability of the island for now. The day after he received the letter, Roland waited for Tilly at Shallow Beach with Anna and the other witches. After half a month, traces of chiseling could clearly be seen on the beach of sand and mud. Simple wooden board houses and work sheds had already been built around the slope, which were the prototype of the future warehouse and sailor dormitory. The windward sides of the wooden houses were painted with an orange anti-corrosion coating to protect them from the sea wind, and meanwhile, the coating also made the houses look very nice and striking. A 30 meters long beachhead was leveled, and its external side was made of bricks. It now worked as a temporary dock, and the natural deep-water harbor here even saved Roland the trouble of building trestle. Even the three-masted ships could berth here directly by the side of the dock. As it was the first time for most of the witches to see Shallow Beach during the development stage, they all looked around with curiosity. ¡°Is that huge pit the collapsed shipyard? What¡¯re they doing over there right now?¡± Anna walked to Roland and then pointed to a distant place where many workers seemed very busy with their jobs. ¡°Uhm, you¡¯ve heard about it, too,¡± Roland said with a little embarrassment. ¡°Of course, Nana told me on the day that three workers broke their legs.¡± The collapse of the shipyard and the explosion of the coke oven in a test run were both major accidents of this year in the Border Area. The latter could be considered as a price he had to pay during development and exploration. The former, however, was mostly caused by his own careless mistakes. Given the soft ground condition in Shallow Beach, Minister of Construction, Karl, had proposed that the shipyard should be built near the hills as the place could provide them a more solid foundation. Roland, however, had refused Karl¡¯s suggestion at once because of the time limit. As it had already taken a long time to build the slope by sinking the hills, if they built the shipyard in the old way, he would have to wait until the next year to begin building the steam vessel for Thunder. As for the soft-foundation problem, he had thought it was not a big deal, as long as he let Lotus build a steel structure of the shipyard and poured concrete in to protect it. The project had gone well as he had expected in the initial stage. The vertical walls which had been designed to protect the steel structure had seemed to be quite sturdy after the concrete had set. Roland had been very pleased with himself at the time, thinking that those civil engineering experts were just so-so. To his surprise, an accident had eventually happened when the workers had been installing the portcullis. As soon as the one arm thick portcullis had been released by Hummingbirds, it had fallen down with the concrete walls on its both sides, burying the installing workers inside. Even though the Hummingbirds had immediately made the portcullis as light as a feather, the workers had already been heavily injured at the time. None of them could survive, if it was not for Nana. Later investigation revealed that during the process of pouring the concrete, some sand and mud had sunk under the workers¡¯ feet and fallen to the bottom, as a result, the vertical walls had not tightly clung to the floor and the seemingly sturdy joining parts between the floor and the vertical walls were just a thin layer of concrete. The moment when the heavy portcullis had been set into the wall, the steel structure had failed to sustain the weight and collapsed with the walls suddenly. In the modern time, that was a grievous fault of Roland. In this era, however, casualties frequently occurred during construction and no one would take it seriously, let alone blaming the lord for it. Only Roland himself would feel guilty and deeply sorry for the workers. He cleared his throat to gather himself together and said, ¡°They¡¯re building earth-retaining wall with wooden posts.¡± ¡°To prevent the earth beside the shipyard from collapsing?¡± Anna soon got what Roland meant. ¡°Uhm, it¡¯s just like roots of a tree. The wooden posts are crossed and inserted into the ground to increase friction, so the vertical walls won¡¯t fall down,¡± Roland nodded and said. This time, he would carefully check whether there were sunk sands and mud in the structure when pouring the concrete in, as he had already got his lesson. ¡°Look, here comes a ship!¡± Mystery Moon shouted in a sudden. All the people looked at the place where the sea and the sky met and saw a sailing ship with a pink flag moving slowly towards them. No doubt, a ship traveling round Southernmost Cape to the inland of the Western Region must be the Charming Beauty from Sleeping Island. When the ship got close to Shallow Beach, it teetered on the sea for a while to readjust the direction before it berthed by the beach. Apparently, they had not recognized Shallow Beach at the first sight. Roland met Tilly Wimbledon, Princess Tilly of Kingdom of Graycastle, again. He gave his right hand to her, and then shook hands warmly with her. They had not seen each other for several months, but seeing the smiling look on each other¡¯s face, they still felt closely connected. ¡°What a wonderful reunion,¡± Roland thought. The witches did not greet Tilly and her witches in such a reserved manner. Honey, Candle and Evelyn immediately came up and hugged their old friends. Andrea bent her arm around Nightingale¡¯s shoulders, completely neglecting the manner of a noble lady. Wendy held Ashes¡¯ hand, asking about her recent situation. Softfeathers, however, was greatly surprised as she found that a witch of the Bloodfang Association also came with Tilly. ¡°Why did you come here?¡± Softfeathers walked to a witch who looked a little pale and asked, ¡°Did Heidi Morgan send you here because she did not get any report from Iffy and me?¡± ¡°No, Lady Heidi is on the ship now,¡± the witch answered while shaking her head. ¡°What? You mean she also comes to the Western Region?¡± Softfeathers exclaimed in surprise, catching everyone¡¯s attention. It was not hard to tell from her voice that she was frightened. ¡°Who¡¯s Heidi?¡± ¡°She seems to be the leader of the Bloodfang Association?¡± ¡°Ah, yes. Iffy mentioned her.¡± ¡°What¡¯s she going to do here?¡± Roland looked at Tilly and asked, ¡°Have you settled your differences with her?¡± ¡°If you mean controlling her right now, yes I do. My plan worked and Heidi did try to kill the Annie we faked. But she refused to tell me where the witches rejected by the Bloodfang Association went. She said she would only tell you when she saw you,¡± Tilly said, spreading her hands. ¡°Me?¡± Roland asked confusedly. ¡°Yes, I guess she considers you her last life-saving straw.¡± Tilly blinked her eye and continued, ¡°Now you¡¯re the ruler of Graycastle, representing the secular nobles. She probably thinks if she gives you enough profits, you¡¯ll save her or even help her to regain her power in the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± ¡°Are you reminding me of what I should do?¡± Roland could not help but laugh. He had to admit that Tilly was quite cute when she pretended to be careless and beat about the bush. ¡°Trust me. If I¡¯m a man who¡¯ll exchange witches¡¯ lives for profits, you¡¯ll never bring her here. Well, so who¡¯s this witch I¡¯m going to meet? I think I¡¯ve never met her before.¡± ¡°Nightfall, a combat witch of the Bloodfang Association. If it¡¯s not for her who uses Seed of Symbiosis to sustain Heidi¡¯s life, I¡¯m afraid Heidi won¡¯t make it to City of Neverwinter,¡± Tilly answered. Chapter 595 Chapter 595: Germination Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Did Heidi get hurt during the capture?¡± ¡°Uhm, she got shot in her leg. We¡¯ve stopped the bleeding, but she probably can¡¯t walk for now.¡± ¡°How is everyone else?¡± ¡°A witch of the Bloodfang Association named Skyflare died last night.¡± Tilly sighed and said. ¡°My witches are alright.¡± Roland nodded and said, ¡°I¡¯ll tell Nana to cure her. As for the other things, let¡¯s talk about them after we get back to the castle.¡± ¡­ Compared with interrogating the leader of the Bloodfang Association, the church invasion was the top priority for Roland now. After he returned to his office, he asked first about the situation of Sleeping Island and then showed the letter from the Northern Region to Tilly and the other witches. Ashes and Andrea were also there as the three big families in the king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Dawn were also involved. Since Roland received the secret warning letter, he had contacted Hill Fawkes twice to get a clear idea of what had happened. After he told the witches all he knew, Andrea could not help shaking her head and said, ¡°Foolish Otto, he still behaves just the same as he did when he was little. He would never dare to enter the palace without Oro.¡± ¡°But at least, he succeeded in revealing what the church was doing to us. Besides, he did it mainly because of you,¡± Ashes shrugged and said. ¡°Have you replied to him?¡± Tilly asked Roland. ¡°I urged him not to act rashly. As even the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation could not affect the witch, it¡¯s almost impossible for ordinary people to defeat her. Besides, Prince Appen mentioned that there were God¡¯s Punishment Warriors too. The Kingdom of Dawn is too far away from the Kingdom of Graycastle. I can¡¯t offer him any help directly. Under such circumstances, it¡¯s a wise decision to pretend to know nothing about the church¡¯s secret until the church focuses on the Kingdom of Graycastle,¡± Roland said while pouring tea for everyone. ¡°He may not be able to control himself well. Acting on impulses has been a habit of Otto Luoxi ever since he was a child,¡± Andrea said with a frown. ¡°He¡¯ll control himself well, because I told him something else.¡± Roland smiled and added, ¡°I told him that Andrea was safe at my place, and the enemy could hardly hurt her, even if she had to fight against the church. I also warned him that if he died, he would never have the chance to meet his Andrea again.¡± ¡°Very persuasive,¡± Ashes whistled and said. ¡°Enough,¡± Tilly promptly spoke at this moment in order to prevent a coming spat. She stared at Roland, blaming him for making fun of this matter and then changed the subject by asking, ¡°What¡¯re you going to do about the church¡¯s invasion?¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ I¡¯m going to build a defensive line with guns and cannons under Coldwind Ridge,¡± said Roland. He took a map out of his drawer and spread it on the desk. He pointed at the border of the Northern Region, saying, ¡°Since I got the news, I¡¯ve already sent the First Army to deliver war materials to Deepvalley Town and at the same time, to wipe out the influence of the church in my kingdom. Given that, Holy City of Hermes will soon sense the intention of Graycastle to garrison Coldwind Ridge.¡± ¡°Do you want to purposely reveal your actions to your enemy? I hate to be blunt, but most of the time, the information deliberately leaked to the enemy must be false and delusive, right?¡± Andrea asked. ¡°But it¡¯s the only way that I can ensure where the church is going to attack first, and by doing so, my people will suffer less. A head-on confrontation is also what the First Army is best at in battles,¡± Roland explained his plans. ¡°I see. It¡¯s a pretty good idea,¡± Tilly nodded and said. ¡°But there¡¯s still a hidden danger, the pure witches. With strong firepower, we don¡¯t have to worry about the visible enemies but the witches of the church may cause unexpected troubles for the First Army, as we know nothing about the pure witches. Only our witches with magic power can guard against them,¡± Roland added. ¡°That¡¯s why we¡¯re here. Trust me, my big brother. The witches of Sleeping Island will fight with you,¡± Tilly replied. ******************* Back at the Witch Building, Tilly had returned to her original apartment that she had lived in before. The living room and bedroom looked exactly the same as she had seen them the last time. There was no dust on the table. Apparently, Roland must have often had this place cleaned. Three wooden basins used for bathing were prominently displayed near the door. Clean clothes were nicely folded and placed in the basins and beside them, there were sandals that were easy to wear. Brought up in a royal family, Tilly had accustomed herself to taking baths regularly, but even she had never bathed so frequently like she did at this place where the warm water for bathing was available all the time. When she followed the aroma of fresh food to open the cupboard, she found it was filled with various kinds of seasoning, dried meat floss and bread. She could easily fill her stomach any time she felt hungry. Princess Tilly had never been a person who really cared a lot about material comforts, but she could not help but feel warm in her heart seeing the scene. ¡°Ah¡­ I can use scented soap for bathing again. Huh, the towels in the basin seem to be brand new,¡± Andrea talked loudly in the living room. ¡°Isn¡¯t it good for you to have new towels?¡± Ashes questioned. ¡°Yes for me, but not for you. It¡¯s a waste to offer you a new towel.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°I think that rag you brought will do. Why does a person who can tolerate bathing in salty, smelly sea water need a towel?¡± Hearing the familiar bickering voices, Tilly smiled silently. She thought that everyone seemed to like Neverwinter, and even the Bloodfang Association witches changed after they came here. She felt that she also liked this city as everyone else did. The improvement in life quality might be one of the reasons for the other witches¡¯ changes, but not for Princess Tilly who had been adored by King Wimbledon III. Compared to her life in the palace, the life here was just fresh and interesting, but not luxurious. What attracted the witches the most must be another thing. Staying in this city, Tilly would naturally feel relaxed, and yet she had no idea about why she would feel this way until today. When Roland had been pouring tea for the witches himself, she had suddenly realized. Roland truly accepted the witches and treated them as friends instead of just pretending to be friendly to witches who could offer him help. No matter who he was, the lord, the prince or the king, Tilly could tell that his attitude remained the same all the time. He did consider witches as his friends, which he was not faking at all. ¡°Are you alright?¡± Hearing Ashes behind her, she turned around and saw that she gently closed the door of the kitchen. ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Why did you call him big brother today? On Sleeping Island, didn¡¯t you say that you helped him only to help yourself? And¡­ you said he was not like Prince Roland at all,¡± Ashes hesitated and asked. ¡°I don¡¯t think he¡¯s the stupid, cowardly elder brother of mine and I don¡¯t care whether he¡¯s him or not.¡± Tilly paused momentarily and asked, ¡°Have you ever considered the meaning of this war against the church?¡± ¡°Retaliation?¡± ¡°No,¡± Tilly shook her head and said, ¡°It means freedom of life. Have you ever thought of moving here?¡± Chapter 596 Chapter 596: Home of the Free Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Greatly surprised, Ashes said, ¡°What did you say? I¡¯ve never thought of leaving you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what I mean. To tell the truth, this place is not bad¡­ and you like it, right?¡± Tilly explained, finding out that Ashes misunderstood her. After a moment of hesitation, Ashes nodded and said, ¡°The Witch Cooperation Association must have their reason to stay here and work for Roland, but we¡¯re different. We have our own home¡­¡± Tilly interrupted Ashes, saying, ¡°There are only three possible endings for us in this war. The first is that we get defeated by the God¡¯s Punishment Army and die in the last ditch in the Northern Region. Under such circumstances, neither Sleeping Island nor Neverwinter matters to us anymore.¡± ¡°I swear, by my life. My lady, you¡¯ll never die at that kind of place,¡± Ashes said and hurriedly covered Princess Tilly¡¯s mouth with her hand, and even used the honorifics in her haste. Tilly kept looking at Ashes with a smile until Ashes removed her hand, and then said, ¡°That¡¯s just a hypothesis. I don¡¯t think I¡¯ll get killed by the church, either.¡± ¡°So don¡¯t say it out loud. A frequent saying of yours is that¡­¡± Ashes said with worry. ¡°It¡¯ll become a self-fulfilling prophecy,¡± Tilly added. She walked to the small window of the kitchen to look at the castle backyard which was full of energy and vitality, and she continued, ¡°That¡¯s why I tell you this hypothesis at first. The second possibility is that Roland loses the war but we survive. That way, the Kingdom of Graycastle will no longer be able to resist the church, Neverwinter will be caught in fire and Roland will have only one place to go.¡± ¡°Sleeping Island?¡± ¡°Yes, we¡¯ll continue to fight against the church on the island until the Battle of Divine Will began. Maybe the human species will be extinct hundreds of years later but there¡¯s nothing we can do as we can¡¯t live that long.¡± ¡°What about the third possibility¡­¡± ¡°If we defeat the church and take over Holy City of Hermes, all of the witches will be free from bullying and persecution, and the Sleeping Island¡¯s mission will be fulfilled.¡± ¡°Ful-fulfilled?¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s just the witches¡¯ hide for now. If the church is destroyed, we won¡¯t have to confine ourselves on an island of the Fjords any longer. The Fjords can¡¯t offer us a pleasant environment to live because of its limited supplies and unpredictable weather¡­ But, of course, we won¡¯t abandon Sleeping Island and we¡¯ll continue our Sleeping Spell. The only change is that we¡¯ll be able to choose to live in the cities we like, right?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll always stay by your side even in hell and besieged by numerous demons. ¡°And in the world full of salted fishes and fish soup?¡± ¡°Uhm¡­¡± Ashes suddenly did not know what to say. Tilly could not help but laugh. She said, ¡°Relax, eating too much of them makes me feel sick, too. I¡¯ll probably come to live in Neverwinter for a while every now and then. I also want some changes in diet.¡± ¡°Hey there, what¡¯re you talking about?¡± Andrea pushed the door open, craned her neck to look inside and asked. She wore a bathrobe and carried a wooden basin on her head. ¡°What¡¯re you going to do?¡± Ashes asked, frowning. ¡°To take a bath,¡± Andrea twitched her mouth and said, ¡°I have stunk after staying on the ship for over ten days. Of course, it¡¯s not surprising that somebody just can¡¯t notice even such a strong smell of fish. Lady Tilly, are you going with me?¡± ¡°Yes, wait for me. I¡¯ll change my clothes,¡± Tilly replied. ¡°Ahem¡­ so am I.¡± Ashes pretended not to hear the satire and expressed her intention to join the bath. ¡°Come on, I did not invite you,¡± Andrea rolled her eyes at Ashes and said. ¡°I¡¯ll accompany Tilly, not you. Don¡¯t take me wrong.¡± Looking at them who gazed at each other in a speechless confrontation, Tilly relaxed and began to imagine that all of them would be able to live easily and happily like they did now after they defeated the church. ******************* Roland had been in a daze in his office for a long time until Nightingale came in with dried fish in her hand. Out of his expectation, Tilly who had not recognized him as her elder brother the last time when she had been here suddenly called him big brother today. Roland felt overjoyed and at the same time confused, wondering whether she really considered him as Prince Roland or just a reliable friend and guardian. ¡°Yeah, she called you big brother. It¡¯s not a big deal. I can call you like that if you want,¡± Nightingale said incredulously. ¡°You¡¯re three years older than me. Aren¡¯t you nobles value your integrity?¡± Roland sighed inwardly and thought, ¡°but it¡¯s not bad to have an elder sister as my¡­ No, stop thinking about this anymore.¡± Roland banished those thoughts and asked, ¡°What do you think that changed her attitude towards me?¡± ¡°Who knows? Maybe she saw your sincerity, as you didn¡¯t use the Bloodfang Association witches to split Sleeping Island and you quickly declared war on the church. Compared with empty promises, those actions are more convincing. But that¡¯s just my guess. Maybe, it¡¯s just a slip of tongue,¡± Nightingale shrugged and said. ¡°Yes, the reason isn¡¯t as important as the facts. No matter what made Tilly change, she did get closer to me. That also means I¡¯ve gained wider recognition among the Sleeping Island witches,¡± Roland thought. Then he said to Nightingale, ¡°Now. it¡¯s time for us to meet Heidi Morgan.¡± ¡­ Roland stepped into the jail in the basement of the castle and saw Heidi lying unconsciously in a bed made out of straw. The wound in her leg covered with black and red blood stains healed perfectly. ¡°To ensure Nana¡¯s safety, I knocked Heidi Morgan out before Nana started to cure her. Otherwise, it would be too dangerous to take off the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation on her. I heard from the other Bloodfang Association witch that she tried to hold Andrea as the hostage when she was besieged,¡± Nightingale whispered in Roland¡¯s ear. ¡°I see. You did a good job.¡± There were iron hoops mounted with God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation around Heidi¡¯s neck and wrists, and it was impossible to unlock it without special tools. They did this to her because she was a very powerful combat witch. She could cause fatal damages to all the objects within ten steps by making them collapse inwards. According to Tilly, this kind of collapse won¡¯t be affected by any other factors, as no matter what kind of vessels Heidi used her power to affect, they would collapse. A wooden one would be crushed, while a metal one would be squashed. And abdominal cavity and thoracic cavity of a living being would also collapse and squeeze the soft inner organs out, which reminded Roland of squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. From Roland¡¯s perspective, Heidi should work in the factory instead of combating, Since she could act as a punching machine to process the raw material with molds, which was the most basic use of her ability. Roland believed that her potential would be great if she realized that there was a space between moles and between atoms during her studies. But unfortunately, he also knew that it was too late for her. ¡°Wake her up,¡± Roland said. Nightingale nodded and dashed into the jail to lift Heidi up and drag her over to the steel bars. Roland looked down at her, saying, ¡°I¡¯m Roland Wimbledon, King of Graycastle. I¡¯ve heard you wanted a private talk with me. You can talk to me now.¡± Chapter 597 Chapter 597: Blood and Fang Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It took Heidi quite a long time to figure out what had happened. She first touched her thigh which had already been cured and then looked Nightingale up and down. After that, she finally turned her gaze to Roland and asked, ¡°Your Majesty, did you cure me?¡± ¡°Yes, otherwise you¡¯ll make Nightfall exhausted,¡± Roland replied. He then found a chair and seated himself in front of the jail, asking, ¡°Tell me, where did you send the witches rejected by you?¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­ what Iffy told you?¡± ¡°Yes, the witch named Annie was her friend.¡± Instead of directly answering Roland¡¯s question, Heidi clenched her teeth. At the moment, Roland saw the hatred in her eyes. ¡°You could have given them a shelter. Archduke Island is the domain of Archduke Morgan and you¡¯re his successor. It¡¯s impossible that you can¡¯t even afford a dozen of assistant witches. Even though all you needed to do at the time was to offer them some gruel a day, you still chose to abandon them. You thought they were useless, but, in fact, assistant witches are far more powerful than you can imagine. The gun Andrea used to hurt you is a weapon made by assistant witches and ordinary people. It¡¯s very easy to operate. Even a farmer who¡¯s worked in the fields for all his life can easily use it to kill an experienced knight,¡± Roland said. Hearing that, Heidi¡¯s face changed. She lifted up her head promptly, asking, ¡°What did you say? Even ordinary people can use it?¡± ¡°Do you still believe I totally depend on the witches to capture the king¡¯s city and become King of Graycastle?¡± Roland leaned back in his chair and added, ¡°If they had such a strong power, they wouldn¡¯t have been suppressed by the church and the secular lords.¡± ¡°So¡­ how did they make the weapon?¡± Roland coldly stared at Heidi until she realized that she had asked an inappropriate question just now. After that, he mocked. ¡°What? Do you think we¡¯re talking at a palace banquet?¡± Heidi swallowed hard and said, ¡°This lady beside you is¡­¡± ¡°Nightingale. She works for me, not for Tilly. I want to ask you again. Where did you send the witches rejected by you?¡± Roland said in a deep voice. ¡°I let them go to find the other witch organizations. I¡¯ve no idea of where they went. Some of they might return to the nearby towns and cities, and some might go to the Kingdom of Dawn¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯re lying. None of this is true.¡± Nightingale suddenly broke in before she finished. ¡°No, Your Majesty. She knows nothing about me¡­¡± ¡°Save it, Heidi.¡± Roland shook his head and continued, ¡°Nightingale can tell truth from lies. You can¡¯t lie about anything in front of her. Now, you know why Tilly brought you from the Fjords to the Western Region. You¡¯ll be tried here and if you don¡¯t want to suffer, tell me what you did exactly. My patience is wearing thin.¡± In the dim firelight, the expression seemed uncertain on Heidi¡¯s face. Apparently, she did not expect that Nightingale had such an ability. After a moment of silence, Heidi grabbed the steel bars and shouted, ¡°Your Majesty Wimbledon, the Kingdom of Wolfheart has been annexed by the church, the king has been lost and now I¡¯m the only descendant of the Morgan royal family. If you help me regain my kingdom, I¡¯ll bring you countless profits! Gold royals, gems and¡­ yes, witches! The Bloodfang Association will also be at your command!¡± ¡°Is this what you want to tell me at last?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll give you half of the Kingdom of Wolfheart! The land on the west of Blackstone Cliff will be yours!¡± ¡°Stop!¡± Roland interrupted impatiently. ¡°I just want to know where the witches went!¡± ¡°What? My kingdom can¡¯t yet compare with those witches?¡± Heidi said in disbelief. Roland was fed up with this and said, ¡°Can¡¯t you understand me? The Kingdom of Wolfheart isn¡¯t yours and I¡¯ve no interest in the land far away from me. Due to the basic manner of a noble, I¡¯m here to ask you first, but I have many other methods to make you tell the truth. As for torture, I think you know more than me. It¡¯ll do you no good, so tell me what you did to those witches when I¡¯m still here. Maybe, I¡¯ll spare your life.¡± Heidi took Roland¡¯s last sentence as a life-saving straw and confirmed. ¡°Your Majesty¡­ you¡¯ll really spare me?¡± ¡°I¡¯m a man of actions.¡± Heidi lowered her head and said after a long hesitation, ¡°I sent them to the nobles.¡± Roland¡¯s heart sank a little and then he asked, ¡°Didn¡¯t you sell them to the nobles?¡± ¡°No, the whole thing is a trade-off.¡± She took a deep breath and continued, ¡°I could have never recruited enough witches for the Bloodfang Association if I had depended solely on the witches awakening on the Archduke Island. To attract more witches to come to me, I have to spread the name of the association throughout the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± ¡°You could hire Rats to do the job for you. How come was this related to the nobles?¡± Roland asked. He had also tried to draw witches¡¯ attention via propaganda, but as Tilly started to spread the news earlier than him, he did not succeed in recruiting many witches. ¡°Rats themselves are manipulated by nobles. Besides, once the church had found out the secret of Archduke Island, I would have been in real trouble.¡± ¡°So, you pay back with witches to the nobles?¡± ¡°Yes, I did this to ensure that the nobles and I were on the same boat. When they illegally kept witches, they would naturally notice the actions of the church and control the Rats properly. They would even deliberately divert the Holy City¡¯s attention from me. Only after making sure that the local lords were willing to accept witches, I would spread information in their domains. By doing so, I could minimize the risk,¡± Heidi said in a low voice. Roland did not have to ask to know what had happened next to those non-combat witches. They must have been locked in the dark rooms for the whole life, and most of them had died young when the magic power bit. Even for several lucky witches who made it to the adulthood, their fate had also been sealed. They must have been dead in the hands of the nobles who had used them just to sate their own lust or in the hands of the church who had forced the nobles to hand out the witches. At the time, Heidi clearly sensed Nightingale¡¯s anger and impulsively moved backward, saying, ¡°Your Majesty, you¡¯ve promised!¡± Roland stopped Nightingale with his arm outstretched and continued to ask, ¡°Who did those things for you? Iffy said that you¡¯ve never met Annie.¡± ¡°Skyflare¡­ she was killed by Ashes.¡± ¡°Anyone else? Did the other witches of the Bloodfang Association know nothing about this?¡± Roland asked. Heidi nodded. ¡°Say it out!¡± ¡°¡­ yes.¡± Roland secretly let out a sigh of relief and said, ¡°The last question. What¡¯s the purpose of your Bloodfang Association to recruit combat witches everywhere? After a short silence, Heidi said, ¡°I just wanted to help my father seize the throne which should belong to him.¡± Heidi stopped, but Roland could easily guess what she was to say. After the death of Archduke Morgan, the Bloodfang Association had become Heidi Morgan¡¯s tool to fulfill her own desire for power. Walking out of the basement, Nightingale hold Roland¡¯s hand in a sudden, asking, ¡°Are you really going to spare the life of that murder?¡± ¡°Heidi Morgan is a witch of Sleeping Island. It¡¯s not appropriate for me to execute her. Tilly wanted me to help in finding out the truth. That¡¯s why she took Heidi to the Western Region.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Nightingale¡¯s eyes started to shine. ¡°As for whether Sleeping Island will spare her or not, that¡¯s not what I can decide,¡± Roland said, spreading his hands. Chapter 598 Chapter 598: The End of Her Dream Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The following day, Roland told the news to Tilly and the other witches. ¡°How dare she use witches as a reward to those filthy nobles?¡± Failing to restrain her anger, Ashes broke off before Princess Tilly could speak. If Andrea had not stopped her, she probably had already rushed to the dungeon straightaway. ¡°Has Miss Nightingale checked the credibility of her testimony?¡± Tilly asked placidly. ¡°She spilled everything after a few preliminary questions,¡± Roland said and told them what had happened in the cell in detail. ¡°I thought it¡¯d take a while for us to get her to surrender, but she¡¯s weaker than we expected.¡± He had not expected to obtain a full confession from the prisoner yesterday, for the questioning was simply a sort of intimidation commonly practiced before the official interrogation. Because of this, he did not take the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution off Heidi, and Heidi did not know that Nightingale actually detected lies through magic power rather than voices either. ¡°I see.¡± Tilly nodded. ¡°Thank you for doing this for me.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be silly. I¡¯m your brother.¡± Roland immediately grabbed this opportunity, trying to sound somewhat intimate. ¡°Plus, Heidi Morgan is also, so to speak, a witch on Sleeping Island. She should be handed over to you.¡± ¡°Fair enough¡­¡± Tilly was silent for quite a while. ¡°What would you do if this happened in the city of Neverwinter?¡± Roland gazed at her gemlike eyes and noticed more silent rages than poignancies in her gray pupils. She had already made her decision. ¡°I¡¯ll do the same thing.¡± Roland comforted her. At this remark, Heidi Morgan was sentenced to death. Tilly no longer hesitated. She whispered something in Ashes¡¯ ear. The latter nodded and left the office. ¡°I¡¯ll now excuse myself, brother.¡± Roland could tell that Tilly was greatly depressed by the incident, but he did not know what to say in this scenario. When he was about to escort her to the Witch Building, an exhilarated scream pierced the silence. It was from the Listening Magic Stone in Nightingale¡¯s chest. ¡°It¡¯s Lightning, copy. It¡¯s Lightning. Summer has found out when the incident occurred.¡± The little girl¡¯s report stunned everybody. ¡°Um, what did she see?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Two monsters, big mouth, and tentacles. I don¡¯t know how to describe them.¡± From her voice, Roland knew she was extremely hyper. ¡°This is something we¡¯ve never seen. Good Heavens¡­ Your Majesty, you¡¯d better come see it yourself!¡± ¡°What¡¯s it¡­¡± Tilly was bewildered. ¡°They¡¯re exploring the Devil¡¯s Town behind the snowcapped mountains. The Red Mist there completely disappeared a week ago,¡± Roland explained, ¡°and I wanted to tell you about it today, but¡­¡± ¡°I almost forgot about demons.¡± Tilly took a deep breath. ¡°You can fill me in with the details on the way.¡± ¡°On the way?¡± Roland was slightly surprised. ¡°Can¡¯t I go with you?¡± She winked. Princess Tilly had indeed been strong since her childhood. She knew how to adjust herself and manage to be impersonal when facing something of great importance. Roland was secretly amazed at how quickly she could restore the tranquility of her mind upon a crisis, an essential quality for a ruler, which he, unfortunately, still had a lot to work on. If he took Tilly with him, Ashes and Andrea would certainly tag along. The trip would be, therefore, much safer. He had no reason to reject her. ¡°Yes, of course you can.¡± Roland agreed with a nod. ******************* Heidi was leaning against the bars, waiting for Roland to get her out. The Bloodfang Association was over. Tilly would definitely not allow her to return to Sleeping Island. However, as a member of the Morgan royal family, she had found a new path for her resurrection to the throne. That was to rely on the imperial power of Graycastle and regain her throne. Heidi had higher hopes for the reward she was going to propose than Roland¡¯s own promise. Roland did not directly make any promises probably just because he was Tilly¡¯s brother. He owed an explanation to Sleeping Island as to the whereabouts of these missing witches. Heidi firmly believed that no noble could possibly resist such a great temptation. Half of the territory of Wolfheart would certainly bring Roland enormous fame and fortunes, and his name would also be passing down the history and become immortal. As for herself? Her notoriety would be remembered by nobles in later generations. Nevertheless, she did not care about it. As long as she could successfully become the king of Wolfheart, she could abandon everything else. Only in this way could she officially start her revenge. She must avenge her father and herself on those nobles for their betrayal. She swore she would hang those traitors one by one and hung their heads above the city gate, showing the public the fate of those who had framed Archduke Morgan. The iron gate of the dungeon was suddenly flung open. Its squeaking sound appeared to be especially loud in the deadly silent dungeon. Heidi immediately got to her feet and looked toward the end of the hallway by the bars. The person who entered her sight, however, was not Roland Wimbledon, but sullen Ashes. A chill went down her spine at that very moment. ¡°Wh-what¡¯re you doing here? Where¡¯s His Majesty?¡± ¡°You know exactly why I came here.¡± Ashes slowly approached the cell. Heidi retreated as each step Ashes thrust forward, but she soon realized there was nowhere for her to take refuge. ¡°You should have anticipated this when you handed those innocent witches to nobles.¡± ¡°No!¡± Heidi shrieked. ¡°His Majesty promised me he would let the matter go. He¡¯s already pardoned me. You can¡¯t disobey the king¡¯s order! Where¡¯s he? I request to see him!¡± Ashes grabbed the iron bars and pulled them apart by force. She went into the cell while bending over. ¡°Those witches came to the Bloodfang Association for your help, in hopes of having a good rest and being fed. Yet you failed them and sent them to hell with your own hands. The witches escaped the church¡¯s search but were betrayed by their own kind. Even if Roland has forgiven you, I can¡¯t just let it go like nothing has ever happened.¡± ¡°Did Ashes¡­ overhear the conversation between Roland and me? Or did Roland tell the secret to Tilly and the other witches?¡± Heidi thought. She snatched the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution on her neck in horror, but the locket was embedded in an iron ring. It was impossible for her to take it off barehanded. ¡°Let me help you.¡± Ashes drew close to Heidi. She reached out her hand and lifted Heidi off the floor by her neck. The iron ring started to tighten up and Heidi soon felt suffocated. She twisted and wriggled like a fish out of water, attempting to gain a foothold on the floor but in vain. Gradually, as her vision blurred, Ashes¡¯ figure started to become distant. Why did I end up like this? I don¡¯t want to die here. I¡¯m the only successor to the throne, the future king of Wolfheart. The Throne of Tusk seemed to be drifting away from her. She could once again hear the mockeries of nobles ringing in her ears. At a ¡°crack¡± sound, the iron ring sank into her neck and stopped all her struggles. Chapter 599 Chapter 599: A Retrospection of Magic Power Translator: TransN Editor: TransN By the afternoon, Roland was prepared to head to the snowcapped mountains. The equipment he would take with him included a tent, adequate food, and a concrete paddle steamer. Since Devil¡¯s Town was coastal, he must set off from Shallow Beach. As usual, Hummingbird would be responsible for transportation. He had to admit it was a pretty queer thing that Hummingbird, who was as petite as Nana, could hold up the entire concrete boat above her head. The scene reminded Roland of an ant moving rice ten times bigger than its own body. If Hummingbird happened to be on the other side of the boat, he would see a boat silently shifting by itself on the shore like a ¡°ghost ship¡±. As long as Hummingbird kept her hands attached to the boat, she could help with the transportation continuously. It was a much more efficient way to move stuff compared with her earlier method, with which she had to spend a great deal of time reducing the weight of each item. The new method also saved Hummingbird a lot of magic power. The only drawback, however, was that she needed to follow enchanted goods, which meant she could only move two items at a time. The paddle steamer heading to the west passed endless mountains and ridges. It arrived at Rocky Beach two days later. Last time, Roland took a bird¡¯s-eye view of this land from a distance on the ¡°Cloud Gazer¡±. Now when he finally set foot on the beach, he found it was nothing but a vast and desolate wilderness. Rocky Beach, merely ten miles apart from Shallow Beach, was a completely different world. There were animal remains embedded in layers of gravel and crushed stones all over the place, some of which had corroded due to exposure, while others were in the process of turning into new rocks. A few bones, which Roland failed to determine their owners, were quite big, almost in the same size of an adult. The steep precipice was also bizarre and mystic. Numerous sharp stalagmites grew out of the rock surfaces. Unlike the ones suspending from the top of the cave, these stalagmites, which looked like countless hooks hanging upside down at first glance, were all sticking out horizontally with their tails pointing to the ceiling. They were totally unbounded by the gravitational pull. Roland did not see them clearly last time on the balloon; but now, as he was personally on the beach, he felt the hair on the back of his neck all stood up at the sight of this disturbing view. No signs of life could be found on the long beach. No seagulls were nesting in the vicinity, and no seaweeds or clams were discovered either. Even at the rear of the rocks was an endless expanse of open country, as if demons¡¯ Red Mist had taken away all the lives on this land. Roland and the others located the narrow crack leading to Devil¡¯s Town with the help of the marks left by Lotus. It was actually more of a fracture than a crack. As the gap, fathomless and confined, almost split the whole precipice in half. Lotus created a narrow path of one and a half meters wide at the opening. When they stepped down the stairs and passed through the crevice, Nightingale involuntarily burst out an exclamation. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Look over there.¡± She pointed to the bottomless crack. ¡°There¡¯s a hole in the rocks.¡± They all stopped and took a peek. Close to the inky bottom, Roland spotted several round holes, which seemed to be manually drilled. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. But I¡¯ve seen similar holes in the Impassable Mountain Range, except the ones there are slightly bigger.¡± Nightingale hesitated for a moment and then said, ¡°I feel something is looking at me deep down there. The deeper I probe, the stronger this feeling is.¡± ¡°¡­Something?¡± Roland was a bit surprised. ¡°There is more than one.¡± Nightingale nodded. ¡°In the valley on the way to the camps of the Witch Cooperation Association, there¡¯s a path leading to the bottom of the ground. I¡¯ve never been down there.¡± ¡°Take Sylvie to the Impassable Mountain Range after she¡¯s back.¡± Roland took another look at the bottom of the fracture, managing to suppress the desire to explore. He then ordered the team to continue to marshal forward. Although this continent was a part of Land of Dawn, on which human beings had settled as early as 1,000 years ago, they had a very minimal understanding of the world, as if mankind had deliberately forgotten to explore the outside world. Roland once told Agatha about drawing a map of the whole continent but was informed that the Union had done so for Fertile Plains. They had very roughly sketched out an outline of Land of Dawn. As to the land beyond, they knew nothing about it. That was why Roland fully supported Thunder to explore lands overseas. He had thought it would be a matter of time to understand the whole world, but now he realized he was ignorant of even his own territory, the Kingdom of Graycastle in the Western Region. Unfortunately, he had to leave these thoughts behind for the time being, as the war against the church was pressing. They soon found themselves in an open field after passing through the crack. The First Army who garrisoned there led them to their camps at once. Roland then saw Agatha and Soraya. ¡°Where are Lightning and the others?¡± ¡°She¡¯s flying around with Summer.¡± Agatha sighed. ¡°She¡¯s too perky to be quiet just for a second. Devil¡¯s Town has almost turned into her playland.¡± ¡°It really would be a national park that you need to buy tickets to enter in the modern world,¡± Roland exclaimed. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°No¡­ nothing.¡± Roland coughed to conceal his embarrassment. ¡°I¡¯ll use the Sigil of Listening to ask her to come back. Now take me where the collapsed stone tower is.¡± When the group of people reached the center of the relics, Lightning, Maggie and Summer arrived just in time. ¡°Lightning is landing!¡± The blonde little girl slowly came down to the ground while stretching out her arms to the sides. She turned around and gave Roland a big hug. Roland did not know whether to laugh or to cry since Lightning had reached puberty. ¡°Aw¡­!¡± Next Maggie joined, who stretched out her wings in the same way. She fell straight to the ground, almost shaking Summer off her back. Roland understood that Lightning was one of the youngest witches in the Witch Union. So, it kind of explained why she was always so airy and jaunty. Maggie, however, was an adult witch. It did not make sense that she still acted like a child. There was only one plausible explanation: Lightning¡¯s fluttering manner was somewhat contagious. ¡°Since everybody¡¯s here, let¡¯s get started.¡± Roland eyed Summer, whose legs were still trembling. ¡°Yes¡­ Your Majesty.¡± Summer stumbled to the hole and closed her eyes. In a second, the large hole in the ground was replaced by a giant black stone tower. Meanwhile, the air was permeated with red mists as thick as blood. Roland stepped back involuntarily while at the same time holding his breath. ¡°This was what it looked like here 26 days ago, right before the incident,¡± Agatha explained, ¡°If Summer traces back the time only once, she can maintain the illusion for nearly an hour. It thus allows us to see what exactly happened from the beginning to the end.¡± ¡°Where¡¯s that Eye Demon that you talked about? The one with eyeballs all over that will attract the demons¡¯ attention once it sees you?¡± Tilly asked curiously. ¡°At the top of this stone tower.¡± Agatha pointed to the high sky above. ¡°The stone tower is too high for Summer to reach. We can¡¯t see it now.¡± Roland looked up and found the space above the tower was blank, as if it had been chopped off. It appeared that Summer could only reconstruct the area within a radius of five meters. Just then, the ground started to shake. ¡°It¡¯s coming!¡± Agatha shouted in a low voice. Chapter 600 Chapter 600: A Shocking Event Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Coming? What¡¯s coming?¡± Before Roland had time to inquire about the details, the ground beneath had risen and cracked. The black stone tower was lifted into the air in a second. A giant gray monster jumped out of the crack and opened its huge crimson mouth, trying to devour the stone tower. The slimes on its skin spilled all over the place. As Summer could only reconstruct the scene but not sounds, Roland felt like he was watching a vivid but intense silent movie. The witches, who had never been to a theatre, reacted more dramatically. They all cried out in fright and stepped back a few paces. Ashes even automatically pulled out her sword and stood in front of Tilly, in an attempt to protect her. What was more horrid, however, was that there was more than one monster. Underneath the black stone tower hid a Tentacle Monster, whose gleamy black body was almost completely fused with the stone tower, with only its tentacles poking out of the bottom of the tower like innumerable feet. Its scale, which glistened in a deep red light, was the only indication that the creature was alive. Tentacle Monster was pretty much as big as half of the castle, but it was incomparable to Megamouth Beast who could engulf the entire tower. To avoid being swallowed, it strove to keep the megamouth beast from shutting the mouth by waving its tentacles. Meanwhile, clouds of blood mists that burst out of the scale started to gradually erode the skins of the beast. Evidently, the thick mist, almost of a black color, could cause harm to its rival. Nevertheless, the megamouth beast was simply too large to defeat only via the red mist corrosion. As the stone tower was lifted off the ground little by little, the tentacle monster was finally crushed by the tower and became the megamouth beast¡¯s food. After that, the black stone tower slowly slid into the giant mouth as well. In the end, Roland saw the eye demon, which appeared to take no notice of the megamouth beast and sat motionless at the top of the tower during the whole process of being gulped down without the slightest intention to escape. The illusion stopped at that moment. The red mists and the giant monsters vanished instantly. Peace was restored. They saw a massive hole in the ground and realized what they had seen did occur at some point in the past. Roland heaved a long sigh. He was further convinced that he had done the right thing not to include the soldiers from the First Army. His heart was beating so fast as if it were going to jump out of his chest while he was watching. Even if the ¡°movie¡± was now over, the fear still lingered. ¡°This is¡­ the wriggling monster that ate Miss Agatha¡¯s lab?¡± After a long silence, Tilly broke off. ¡°Why would it attack the Devil¡¯s Town?¡± ¡°We might be wrong earlier. It¡¯s probably not a demonic hybrid enslaved by demons. At least, it isn¡¯t controlled by the demons behind the snowcapped mountains¡­¡± Roland looked at Agatha and said, ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°I agree.¡± Agatha nodded, apparently having been thinking about it for a long time. ¡°There were no records of this kind of demonic beast whatsoever during the two Battles of Divine Will. If demons do have the ability to subjugate them, we won¡¯t be able to hold up long, and Taquila would have been devastated long before. Demons just need to order a few megamouth beasts to carry some senior demons and enter the city from the underground when launching an attack.¡± ¡°If not demons, then who does?¡± Tilly¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°Judging from the transparent mantis that Miss Nightingale found, it¡¯s obvious that these demonic beasts have some sort of plans.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t it be a random action?¡± Nightingale spread out her hands. ¡°Hybrids are by no means ordinary demonic beasts. Based on their performances during the Months of Demons, they have already developed critical thinking skills. Perhaps they¡¯ll be even smarter than us if they live long enough.¡± Everybody laughed at her comment and felt less strained at once. Clearly, nobody would believe that those savage monsters, which knew nothing but wrestling in muds, would be more intelligent than fed and clothed human beings. The idea just sounded too ridiculous. Only Roland remained silent. He gazed at the deep hole, dealing with crowding thoughts in his mind. Was Mankind the most intelligent species? He would not be so presumptuous as to boldly assume mankind was the smartest creature, especially when he was currently in a completely foreign world. When the living environment and the requirement for necessities changed, what was considered to be intelligent might be distinctive as well. Take demonic beasts for example. They would certainly not regard silk and bread as essential. ¡°Why was the eye demon unresponsive?¡± Andrea asked in confusion. ¡°Didn¡¯t you say the whole campground will be startled once it sees you?¡± ¡°Because nobody saw it,¡± Agatha explained, ¡°Eye demons will see us only after we see them. But to that megamouth beast, it simply had no eyes. It has nothing but a big mouth.¡± ¡°Because it doesn¡¯t need an eye.¡± Roland continued, ¡°Like an earthworm, the beast lives underground all the year round. It doesn¡¯t need an eye to see things. Naturally, it won¡¯t specially grow any light-sensitive organs.¡± ¡°Grow¡­ what?¡± Tilly questioned curiously. ¡°Light-sensitive organs, such as eyes. Some animals use skins to detect light.¡± Roland did not go further but squatted down and pointed to the deep hole. ¡°Lightning, do you want to go down there to take a peek?¡± The little girl nodded immediately. ¡°That¡¯s too dangerous.¡± Ashes attempted to stop her. ¡°We don¡¯t know what¡¯s hiding down there at all.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to probe into the tunnel, but just look at where the beast is heading,¡± Roland said, ¡°and Nightingale will stay here while monitoring magic reactions. It¡¯s going to be fine.¡± ¡°Um, don¡¯t I need to follow it into the hole and catch it?¡± Lightning pouted. ¡°Not this time. He devoured demons after all, not Agatha.¡± Roland stressed once again. ¡°Get out of there and report to me right after you find where the tunnel leads. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Lightning took out a portable torch from her knapsack and plunged into the deep hole after lighting the torch. ¡°The exit is over here!¡± After a few minutes, Lightning¡¯s voice came out of the magic stone. ¡°Do you see the torchlight?¡± Nightingale soon found out the direction in which the tunnel ran based on the location of the torch. ¡°It¡¯s good now. You can come up.¡± Roland¡¯s brows deepened when he glanced at Nightingale who was standing to the southeast of the hole, and the lofty snowcapped mountains behind her. Apparently, someone shared the same view. ¡°It looks like we were indeed wrong.¡± Tilly shrugged. ¡°The wriggling demonic beast we met in the Misty Forest did not intend to go to the Devil¡¯s Town, but maybe to this snowcapped mountain?¡± ¡°It seems so.¡± Roland looked up. The summit of the mountain loomed against puffs of clouds. The snow on its peak shimmered in the rays of sunlight. ¡°It appears that we have to thoroughly look into this highest mountain in the Western Region.¡± Chapter 601 Chapter 601: The Stargazer Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Observatory, City of Dawn in Graycastle. With the collapse of Timothy¡¯s regime, the name of the king¡¯s city had gone with the wind. Astrologer of Dispersion Star had expected turbulence after that, but out of his expectation, the order of the city did not change a lot. People still moved through their daily routines. Farmers tilled their land in the suburbs, stonemasons worked on repairing the damaged city wall and blacksmiths banged over the armors in the store. The patrol team continued to play the cat-and-mouse game with the refugees in Black Street. It still seemed to be one of the most prosperous cities in the kingdom. There were also some inevitable changes. For example, everyday people left the king¡¯s city to find new chances in the Western Region. The Alchemist Workshop in the king¡¯s city, the old rival of the Astrology Association, even moved out from City of Dawn. Some nobles, who had remained unknown to the public before, appeared within the palace now scrambling for the land and power left by the former noble families. As for the sages, they were completely forgotten. No one came to inquire about the future of the kingdom or ask them to foretell the future. If it was not for the food and gold royals regularly provided by the officials left by His Majesty Roland, those apprentices of the Astrological Station would have already fled. Luckily, they still worked for the Astrology Association even now. As long as the Astrological Station existed, the mission of the astrologers would not be suspended. ¡°The Forever Stargazer¡± The sun sank into the mountains in the west. The color of the sky changed from a gamboge to a dull red, and eventually to a deep purple¡­ As the night fell, the astrologers started their work. The wind-proof oil lamp had been ignited on a hathpace. The apprentices carried stargazing gears out of the warehouse one by one. They had to be extremely careful when moving these things in order to avoid any damage. Otherwise, they would be punished by lashes and salary deduction. The stargazing gears sent by His Majesty Roland were handled with the greatest care. The Astrologer of Dispersion Star had not taken these instruments in the wooden box from Roland seriously when he had received them. Admittedly, His Majesty had once promised to bring more advanced stargazing gears to the Astrology Association, but the preparation of the instruments was a process of extreme complexity. It usually took about a year to select the materials and manufacture a stargazing gear, and would cost approximately 100 gold royals. If there were any similarities with the sage arts, the most obvious feature would be money-consumption. Astrology could hardly produce anything like the products obtained from alchemy, which could grow in popularity due to the nobles and rich merchants supporting the alchemists. Therefore, only the capital of a country could afford to build an observatory. Based on what he knew, Border Town had still been a shabby, poor place only two years ago. He had thought that even if the Western Region had plundered a large sum of money from waging wars, they were not necessarily willing to allocate these gold royals to the astrologers far away. However, Astrologer of Dispersion Star had been stunned the moment he had opened the wooden box. He had never seen such a tool for observing stars. Different from the bamboo-shaped instrument used by the Astrology Association, its metal cylinder was the size of a bucket. The glass mirror embedded was bright enough to reflect the image of the people. No trace of scratches could be found on it, no matter how close one got to see. The active gear of the stargazing gear was an ingenious design. It was merely a thumb-sized rotary knob at the tail end and was very convenient to use. As long as you pinched it and rotated gently, the distance between the lens could be corrected, and there was no need to lock it after the adjustment. His Majesty Roland gave him three batches of new-style stargazing gears, six instruments in total. The king had given them a simple name ¡°astronomical telescope¡±. Dispersion Star did not want to give an eye to his original old-fashioned instrument after he used the astronomical telescope. The rest of five telescopes were naturally handed over to the five most experienced astrologers in the Astrological Station. ¡°Master, all of the stargazing gears are in their places,¡± Yun, the chief disciple reported. ¡°Have you finished the division of the constellation?¡± ¡°Yes. Astrologer of Brightsky Star who is responsible for the North One area, is ill today, and Astrologer of Void Star will take his place,¡± he glimpsed at the log book in his hand and said. ¡°Then light the flame, we shall start to observe star.¡± The chief astrologer ordered. ¡°Yes!¡± The fire blazed out from the brazier in the center of the Astrological Station, which symbolized the brightest Phospherus in the night sky. The whole hathpace was strictly arranged in accordance with the star image, and the astrologers stood around the brazier, like the companion stars of the Phospherus. By doing so, they seemed to be a part of the starry sky. Apart from the invaluable stargazing gears, cultivating qualified astrologers also required a long time. Their eyes were the only thing which they could depend on to do their job well. Therefore, one of the prerequisites to be a qualified astrologer was to protect their own eyes. Although Dispersion Star was 50 years old, his eyesight was still better than that of most young people in City of Dawn. It was really not an easy thing at all. After being selected as the astrologer apprentices, what they could see in the night was only the stars in the sky. Reading books under the oil lamp and candles was absolutely prohibited. In addition, they had to avoid strong sunlight, and they were not permitted to go out at high noon. The corresponding changes would be made for meals. It was of primary significance to eat animal innards and eyes. What¡¯s more, fish and spice were prohibited. According to the knowledge of the former astrologers, eating bloody meals was beneficial for the eyes. The fish was the property of water and the spice was that of the earth. The former would damage the element of fire in the blood flow while the latter would induce blindness. Dispersion Star had stuck to those dietary requirements for more than 40 years. He believed that the span of an eyes life was limited. In order to use his eyes to observe the stars for as long as possible, Dispersion Star seldom read books and stellar maps. But he did not need to because the constellation had been deeply engraved in his mind. Astrologer of Dispersion Star directed his eyes to the telescopic sight, which was like a tiny pipe, standing behind the tail of the stout barrel. Obviously, a flat inclined mirror was installed here to refract light into his eyes. What an interesting and practical skill! Although the astrologers understood this principle, they never thought to apply it to the stargazing gear. It appeared that the application of this principle could largely improve the environment for observing the stars. At least, the astrologers did not have to bend over when observing the high constellations. Given that the effect of the telescope delivered by His Majesty Roland was far better than that of the old-fashioned stargazing gear, what the Astrology Association needed to do was to recalculate the positions of the stars in the existing constellations and draw the stellar map once again. Since the arrival of these six astronomical telescopes, they had found tens of Dark Stars which were unobservable before. Dispersion Star swept through the area that he was responsible for as per usual. The constellation would form different images as the seasons changed. It may be difficult for the beginners to comprehend, but for Dispersion Star, the brilliant rays of the constellation were as familiar as the wrinkles on his own face. After finishing observing the first constellation, a ray of negligible light came into his eyes as he prepared to move the telescope. For an instant, Astrologer of Dispersion Star felt his blood curdle. Holding his breath, he focused his eyes in that direction. That was not an illusion¡­ A dim glimmer of light hid between Hexagram and Blazing Star, looked as if the glimmer of light would extinguish at any time. However, what was different from the stars around it was obvious. It was red. Chapter 602 Chapter 602: Star Omen Translator: TransN Editor: TransN With his hands trembling, Astrologer of Dispersion Star thought it was not the right time to make the news public. ¡°When the scarlet star, or the Bloody Moon, befalls, the world will fall into a disaster beyond redemption.¡± He admittedly understood the meaning of this prophecy. Taking a deep breath, the chief astrologer raised his head meticulously, for fear that the hard-won star would lose due to his unnecessary movement of touching the astrolabe. Even though he could find the position of the star once again with his eyes closed. ¡°Write it down, East 3 Area, early summer, between Hexagram and Blazing Star.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Yun replied, groping for his logbook, and then drew a circle at the corresponding position. That meant another star was included in the stellar map. ¡°What¡¯s the name of the star ?¡± he asked. ¡°No name now.¡± ¡°Master?¡± Yun startled slightly and said. ¡°Just do as what I¡¯ve said, and there¡¯s no need to write the name down. Besides, gather the astrologers in the observatory and ask the apprentices to leave¡­ right now!¡± Dispersion Star said. His last sound sounded like a growl. ¡°I¡¯ll do it at once.¡± Shocked by the growl of Dispersion Star, Yun ran to summon the other astrologers. ¡°May the deities in the heaven bless us!¡± Dispersion Star thought. Soon, all the astrologers flocked together around the chief astrologer. They seemed to realize something from his solemn look. The rumor about Star of Extinction was not a secret among the astrologers anymore since Roland had paid his visit to the Astrology Association. The young king had even suggested the chief astrologer show the patrimonial gold plaque to other astrologers, as it could enable them to feel responsibility and honor in their jobs and would encourage them to focus more on observing the stars. At that time, Dispersion Star somehow had felt that His Majesty had made light of the doomsday. ¡°Chief Astrologer¡­ Do you?¡± ¡°I found a scarlet star,¡± Dispersion Star nodded and said. The astrologers all gasped out upon these words. ¡°But I¡¯m not sure whether it¡¯s a light spot or just an illusion¡­ Such a phenomenon is common in star observation, so¡­¡± Dispersion Star waved his hands and said. ¡°So you need us to re-check,¡± Void Star said. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Dispersion Star nodded and said, ¡°and let¡¯s start with you.¡± ¡­ An hour later, eight astrologers completed the stars observation. To rule out the instrument problem, twice changes in telescopes and the one time change in the old-fashioned astrolabe were made. All the astrologers had got a clear look at the dim light no matter which telescope was used, except the old-fashioned astrolabe. Maybe a blurred vision or an illusion would occur to one people, but it was impossible that eight astrologers were all in blurred vision. The Astrologer of Rose Star, one of the eight astrologers, whose eyesight was the most excellent, even claimed she had caught the sight of star profile. There was no doubt about the existence of the ¡°scarlet star¡±. Subsequently, a moment of unusual silence pervaded in the Astrological Station. Was it the blessing or the punishment of the deities? It was a question. What Dispersion Star could make sure was that all their efforts, from the day they joined the Astrology Association, were aimed to find Star of Extinction, which heralded the misfortune and disaster. Yet when they really found it, a burst of fear struck them. Their hard work was paid off. To know beforehand about the disaster could save tens of thousands of lives. It was the moment that the Astrology Association had totally outmatched the Alchemist Workshop. The significance of the event could not even be measured by the gold royals. Their warning, however, was also tantamount to the most vicious curse to some extent. Doomsday prediction would be a profound responsibility for those astrologers. ¡°What should we do next?¡± Someone asked afterward. ¡°Under the normal circumstance, we should report it to the king.¡± ¡°Do you mean Prince Roland Wimbledon? Will he believe us?¡± ¡°The star won¡¯t disappear even if he doesn¡¯t believe us.¡± ¡°No! I mean he won¡¯t believe in the prediction on the Star of Extinction.¡± ¡°Anyhow, it¡¯s worth a try. It was he, after all, who delivered these instruments to the Astrological Station. It was impossible that he would turn up his nose at our words.¡± ¡°Who knows? He¡¯s famous for his stubbornness in King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°He wouldn¡¯t leave us if he was as stubborn as he¡¯s said in rumors.¡± ¡°Stop! Just keep the message about the scarlet star confidential, we still need some other days to observe.¡± Dispersion Star raised his hands and interrupted the discussion. After looking at each astrologer around, Dispersion Star said, ¡°It¡¯s far from enough to only know about its existence. We need to learn about the scarlet star¡¯s operational orbit, speed and the possible time to befall the world. The more clues we can collect, the more convincing our prediction will be. Understand?¡± ¡°As you wish, Chief Astrologer,¡± All the astrologers made bows together and said. ¡­ Dispersion Star felt that the scarlet star was increasingly fathomless after one week¡¯s observation. It should be motionless. All the stars moved inevitably, which, sometimes, was in parallel with the skyline, and then raised in the mid-air; sometimes, they would fade away after midnight. Such changes were of regularity. Otherwise, the statement about the orbit could not hold water. However, no signs of movement about Star of Extinction could be captured. Hexagram tilted slightly in 7 days. As the autumn fell, the 6 transverse lines would change into 6 vertical lines, and the scarlet star would be moving away from the center between Hexagram and Blazing Star. By contrast, Dispersion Star realized that the scarlet star did not move as if it was not a star but something fixed on the background of night. Now that it could not move, it was impossible that the scarlet star would get close to the four kingdoms. As the prediction revealed, Star of Extinction must befall into the world. In other words, the disaster would strike only when all the people could observe the star with their naked eyes. Did it mean the doomsday would never fall if what engraved in the gold plaque was true? Besides, the light of the scarlet star kept changing. This conclusion was drawn by the Astrologer of Rose Star, whose logbook revealed that the star was brightening gradually. When the Astrologer of Rose star had first noticed such a phenomenon, Dispersion Star had not taken it seriously given the stability of the stars. A star would not constantly change its shape and luster like the moon. In the seventh day, however, the Astrologer of Brightsky Star who had just recovered from illness had put forward the same idea. Given that the Astrologer of Rose Star and the Astrologer of Brightsky Star were of the most excellent eyesight among the astrologers of the Astrology Association, their points of view had finally caught Dispersion Star¡¯s attention. After a heated discussion in the night, the whim of the Astrologer of Rose Star, a female stargazer, made all the astrologers shiver with fear. ¡°If the advent of Star of Extinction refers to being seen by the people, is there a possibility that the scarlet star will come into people¡¯s eyes even though it keeps motionless all the time? Will the increasingly brightening light make it surpass Phospherus and become a torch hanging over the sky?¡± Like a thundering roar, her remarks struck into Dispersion Star¡¯s mind. The ordinary people did not know how to identify the constellation, but that did not mean that they could not see the stars. The brightness of some stars was a match for crescent, which could be easily seen on the night of the sunny day. How about the star being of unique eye-catching color? The answer was clear. ¡°I¡¯ll write a letter to His Majesty Roland now, hoping it¡¯s not too late,¡± The chief astrologer said with cold sweat dripping. Chapter 603 Chapter 603: Prelude to Battle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Zero stood on the top floor of the Tower of Babel and peered down at the bustling Holy City of Hermes. The number of church believers who came to the highland this year had doubled from the previous year, so had that of the new Judgement Army. The Kingdom of Everwinter alone supplied close to 20,000 people to the church. This allowed the manpower lost in the battles against demonic beasts and the Kingdom of Wolfheart to be quickly replenished. In fact, the numbers now exceeded that of before the war. In a way, the only right decision that His Holiness O¡¯Brien could make now was to unify the four kingdoms. Should Kingdom of Graycastle and Kingdom of Dawn fall into the hands of Holy City, the church would undoubtedly reach greater heights than ever before. However, this was not enough for Zero. She felt that while the church would be more than capable of governing the secular kingdoms, it would still not be able to compare with the Union, which owned fertile plains. The church will have to do more if it desires victory in the Battle of Divine Will. ¡°Isn¡¯t it supposed to be Isabella¡¯s turn?¡± Zero suddenly heard Tayfun¡¯s voice from behind her. She turned around and saw the three archbishops enter the hall. ¡°His Holiness has sent her to Kingdom of Dawn on a monitoring mission.¡± She bowed slightly to pay her respects. ¡°I¡¯ll be hosting the meeting in her place today.¡± ¡°Is Supreme Pontiff really so busy?¡± El shrugged her shoulders. ¡°No time to see us even?¡± ¡°Be careful with your attitude, El.¡± Soli Daal frowned. ¡°His Holiness has his own plans. You have no right to question him.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t being serious.¡± ¡°Considering his position, he¡¯s indeed very busy.¡± Tayfun laughed. ¡°When His Holiness O¡¯Brien was still around, I often heard Mayne and Heather complain like this too.¡± ¡°Indeed so.¡± Zero beckoned to the three archbishops to follow her. Then she walked over to the small table in front of the window and said, ¡°Let¡¯s hold the meeting here.¡± ¡°Not in the secret chamber?¡± ¡°The church¡¯s situation is fantastic right now. Who would dare to eavesdrop on us and divulge what we say?¡± Zero replied calmly. ¡°Even the most obstinate nobles know which side to pick.¡± ¡°But there will always be people who like to go against the flow.¡± Although Tayfun did not really approve her explanation, he did not insist on going to the secret chamber. Neither did the other two seem to mind. ¡°Are you referring to the fourth Prince of Graycastle?¡± ¡°Who else could I be talking about?¡± The old man sat down, drank a mouthful of tea, and grumbled on. ¡°Our attempts to surround the Western Region have failed. Not only the pure witches but also the priests, have all come to run back to Hermes. This is utterly absurd!¡± ¡°It was His Holiness who allowed them to return,¡± Zero explained assuredly. ¡°You mean¡­ Mayne?¡± Tayfun was surprised. ¡°When one step is slow, the other steps will be slow too.¡± She nodded. ¡°Ever since Silverstrip was killed at Fallen Dragon Ridge, we¡¯ve fallen behind Roland Wimbledon. As we only received the news three months after it happened, it was obvious that it would be too late to send out reinforcements. So, there¡¯s no need to blame the pure witches. If they remained in Graycastle, they would have easily been targeted by Roland.¡± ¡°Is there really no need to punish them? I would have liked to take this opportunity to hone Emma¡¯s temper.¡± Soli raised his eyebrows. ¡°She¡¯s always questioning my orders.¡± ¡°That means your orders have a lot of errors and contradictions for sure.¡± El quipped. ¡°We all know that it¡¯s very difficult for a Judgement Warrior to use his brain.¡± Before Soli had the chance to retort, Zero quickly chimed in. ¡°It would be beneficial for you to listen to her questions. As for how you discipline your pure, I shan¡¯t comment as long as you don¡¯t be too harsh on her. Every pure witch is a precious asset of the church.¡± ¡°Yes, Lady Zero.¡± ¡°However¡­ why did Roland seize the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation?¡± Tayfun mumbled. ¡°Could it be because of Silverstrip and Storm that he detected the pure witches¡¯ presence?¡± ¡°Or, maybe, he knew long ago.¡± Zero did not provide a definite answer. ¡°We now know that he started recruiting witches very early on, and also built up relations with the people of Sleeping Island. Witches have all kinds of strange and powerful abilities, and thus it¡¯s not surprising if they found out information about the church.¡± ¡°After seizing such a large amount of God¡¯s Stones, there¡¯s no sign of him putting them up for sale. This doesn¡¯t bode well.¡± ¡°Nothing is certain.¡± She thumped the table so as to gather everyone¡¯s attention. ¡°This is the reason why His Holiness has asked you to come today. The intelligence agency of the Pivotal Secret Area has recently discovered that there have been unusual patterns of grain purchases in Coldwind Ridge lately. Furthermore, the number of ships passing through the north of Redwater City is unprecedented. It¡¯s reported that at least one or two ships are sighted every day. Yet, our lookout in Silver City has not seen these ships sailing towards King¡¯s City or Sanwan River. ¡°¡­¡± The three archbishops looked at each other in puzzlement. ¡°Where did those ships go?¡± ¡°The three of you have been busy reclaiming the war supplies deployed at Kingdom of Dawn. Hence it¡¯s perfectly normal if you haven¡¯t been paying attention to the situation in Kingdom of Graycastle,¡± Zero said plainly. ¡°After eliminating the east and west sides, there¡¯s only one place they can go¡ªDeepvalley Town in the Northern Region. ¡°That place has the only tributary connected to Redwater River. It¡¯s also the nearest town to Coldwind Ridge in the north of Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± By tapping on the Queen of Clearwater¡¯s memory, she perfectly understood the distribution of cities and towns in Kingdom of Graycastle. ¡°In other words, Roland Wimbledon is amassing his resources in the Northern Region. I don¡¯t have to tell you what he wants to do.¡± None of the three archbishops were fools, and they quickly understood what Zero meant. However, understanding and believing were two different things. ¡°Wait a minute, do you really think Roland is intending to invade Hermes?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not what I think. It¡¯s what the intelligence agency concluded from its analysis, and His Holiness has agreed with this conjecture. It¡¯s understandable that Roland is feeling confident after his victory in King¡¯s City and thinks he can do the same in Hermes. While it¡¯s true that his snow power weapons are far superior to Timothy¡¯s weapons, we aren¡¯t ill-prepared. That¡¯s why His Holiness has permitted the church¡¯s personnel in Kingdom of Graycastle to retreat temporarily.¡± Zero shrugged her shoulders. ¡°The nobles there are completely unable to prevent him from clearing out all of the churches in his territory now that he¡¯s ready to publicly declare us his enemy.¡± ¡°He¡¯s mad!¡± Soli muttered under his breath. ¡°The entire Wimbledon family is a bunch of lunatics.¡± El swallowed her saliva. ¡°Garcia was like that, now Roland¡¯s like that.¡± ¡°This information is of great significance. We should further confirm it.¡± Tayfun said, and meditated for a moment before he continued, ¡°How about I send my pure witches to Coldwind Ridge to find out more?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need for that.¡± Zero shot down his suggestion. ¡°We¡¯ll invade Graycastle sooner or later, so it actually saves us trouble that Roland is gathering his troops. This way, we don¡¯t have to attack city after city, like what happened in Kingdom of Wolfheart. We just have to defeat Roland and the war will be over.¡± She glanced toward Tayfun. ¡°How long more will the preparation of supplies take?¡± The old bishop answered in a deep voice, ¡°Around two weeks.¡± ¡°How if we dispatch an advance force of roughly 1,000 men? Together with 300 God¡¯s Punishment Army soldiers.¡± ¡°We can dispatch a force of this size tomorrow.¡± ¡°Great.¡± Zero got off her seat. ¡°Rather than wait for Roland to trouble us, it¡¯s better that we target and seize Coldwind Ridge preemptively. Isn¡¯t he amassing grains over there? Perhaps we could even make up for our loss of God¡¯s Stones. Soli Daal, you shall be in charge of this advance force. I want you to take down Coldwind Ridge within three days.¡± However, she did not receive an immediate reply. The three archbishops seemed to ponder for a moment before Tayfun asked, ¡°Is this your idea or His Holiness Mayne¡¯s? ¡°¡­¡± Zero suddenly felt a surge of anger well up in her heart. ¡°These idiots.¡± As the true heir recognized by O¡¯Brien, and the legitimate successor of the Union, she felt insulted to be doubted by a few mortals. She did her best to suppress her anger and pretended to be unconcerned. Laughing, she replied, ¡°Of course it¡¯s His Holiness¡¯ decision. You may ask him personally if you have any questions. But, there¡¯s a lot of work to be done in the Pivotal Secret Area. Unless there¡¯s something truly important, it¡¯s best that you don¡¯t disturb his work there.¡± ¡°Yes, we humbly abide by His Holiness¡¯ wishes.¡± The three archbishops placed their hands on their hearts and declared. Chapter 604 Chapter 604: Anna¡¯s Determination Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Lightning flew into the castle¡¯s office and passed the last bird¡¯s eye view map of the snow mountain to Roland. ¡°You¡¯ve worked hard.¡± Roland caressed the young girl¡¯s forehead. ¡°Do you have any new discoveries?¡± ¡°There was only snow and more snow.¡± She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. ¡°Don¡¯t talk about demons and beasts, I didn¡¯t even see any large animals.¡± ¡°Is that so? Looks like I imagined too much.¡± Roland took out the previous maps and examined them together thoroughly¡ªalthough they were only drawn in sketch form, and were not as detailed and accurate as Soraya¡¯s ¡°photographs¡±, he could at least make out a full view of the snow mountain. The body of the mountain was extremely large, and its height was approximately 4,000 meters. Standing on the mountaintop, one could clearly see the sea of clouds. The mountain peak was not as steep and sharp as Roland expected. Instead, it was a vast and flat area, and the middle portion was slightly concave, like a huge volcanic crater. The only difference was that the concave portion was filled with a frozen lake, whose entire surface resembled a spotless mirror. According to Lightning, she could see flowing water beneath the thick layers of ice. ¡°What did you imagine there would be at the peak?¡± ¡°Ruins, blackstone pagodas, remains of a town¡­ these won¡¯t be surprising.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°I find it more surprising that it¡¯s completely bare.¡± He pointed at the newly-drawn map. ¡°Is this the source of Redwater River?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Lightning turned her head and took one look at the map. ¡°It¡¯s within the clouds. If it wasn¡¯t for the sound of rushing water, I wouldn¡¯t have noticed it. There are many cracks on the mountain¡¯s body, some of which are amazingly large. Their widths could be two to three hundred meters long. When near, the sound of falling water is comparable to that of thunder.¡± ¡°Did you attempt to enter these cracks?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± ¡°Be honest.¡± ¡°I did try, but I couldn¡¯t.¡± The young girl pouted her mouth. ¡°The cracks were surely big enough, and their heights were sufficient to accommodate half a castle. The problem was that the mist created by the rapids was too dense and thus I couldn¡¯t see anything. It was also accompanied by strong winds which pushed me back very quickly.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t try something so dangerous in the future.¡± Roland glowered at her. ¡°Do you remember what you promised me?¡± ¡°I promised to ask for your permission before doing any kind of exploration.¡± Lightning drooped her head low. ¡°That¡¯s right. I¡¯ll forgo the homework punishment this time. Go play with Maggie.¡± ¡°Aye¡­ how about the snow mountain?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll halt the work for now.¡± He stacked the maps neatly and kept them in a drawer. ¡°We shall wait until Sylvie returns before we talk about deeper explorations. I have to place my focus on the war with the church.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± Lightning nodded and flew out of the window. ¡°What do you think?¡± Roland looked behind him. ¡°I¡¯m here, Your Majesty.¡± Nightingale appeared on top of the desk, where she sat cross-legged. ¡°The snow mountain is freezing cold. Who would choose to set up a camp in that kind of place?¡± As she was not wearing shoes, Roland could not help taking a few more looks at her feet, which were cutely wrapped in white socks. ¡°Eh¡­ do you also think that the Megamouth Beasts are hiding within the snow mountain?¡± ¡°It¡¯s only a guess. If they are as skillful at burrowing as we believe, it won¡¯t be difficult for them to build dens in the mountain¡¯s body, and furthermore¡­¡± Nightingale seemed a little hesitant. ¡°What?¡± ¡°I was wondering, could there be a connection between them and the holes in the Impassable Mountain Range?¡± ¡­ Roland continued to ponder over Nightingale¡¯s words until it was night time. No matter how he looked at it, it was a truly terrifying conjecture. If these bunches of scary monsters are everywhere and aren¡¯t restricted by natural barriers, how am I going to destroy them? Something else puzzled him greatly. ¡°If the Megamouth Beasts could reach the edge of Land of Dawn, then there should be signs of their activity in the fertile plains. Why didn¡¯t the Union leave any records of them?¡± Unfortunately, the present situation prevented him from pursuing further exploration. The church had to be completely defeated for City of Neverwinter to have a future to speak of. After more than a month of shipping, he had already transported close to 4,000 soldiers to the Northern Region, together with a corresponding amount of military supplies and rations. According to intelligence from the frontline, the field defense lines were being established according to plan, while the routes from Coldwind Ridge to the interior of the kingdom had all been cut off by the First Army. Soon, the final batch of soldiers would be setting off. Roland would be following them to the Northern Region to command this war, in which failure was not an option. Right at this moment, he heard someone knock on the bedroom door. Roland opened the door and discovered that it was Anna who was standing outside. ¡°I¡¯ve seen Wendy¡¯s expedition roster, and my name isn¡¯t on it.¡± She walked into the room with no trace of emotion on her face. ¡°Pardon me, but I can¡¯t accept that, Your Majesty.¡± Had Anna stormed angrily into the room and started an argument with him, Roland would have known what to do. Instead, Anna¡¯s expression made him feel a little afraid. It was as though she had already made up her mind on something, and life and death did not matter to her anymore. Ever since he rescued her from jail, he had not seen her look this way in front of him. Roland pulled her to take a seat at the bedside. After a long period of silence, he finally spoke, ¡°I understand how you feel. However, the military production in the Border Area needs you. Whether it be the components of the heavy machine gun or the fuzes of the howitzer, your processing skills are required¡­ and these are crucial to our victory.¡± ¡°Not because the frontline is dangerous?¡± ¡°Although there¡¯s a definite amount of danger while fighting against the church, we¡¯ll definitely emerge victorious. So, you don¡¯t have to worry too much¡­ It¡¯s a more appropriate choice for you to remain here.¡± He did not attempt to persuade Anna based on the perspective of war safety, as her expression had already made clear her attitude. The only way to convince someone as conscientious as her was to draw upon higher-level reasons, such as explaining to her how the military production played a key part in the outcome of the war. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, I can do the processing in Deepvalley Town as well.¡± Anna remained unmoved nevertheless. ¡°There¡¯s iron and copper production in the Northern Region too. I¡¯m sure Miss Edith won¡¯t be stingy with their ores. Lucia has also agreed to follow me, and thus the refining won¡¯t be a problem. As for the issue of transportation, while the ships had to transport complete weapons initially, they only have to transport parts now, and the assembly can be done in the Northern Region. This will only increase our efficiency.¡± Anna¡¯s reply was clear and irrefutable. It was obvious that she came prepared for this. Roland was at a loss for words. ¡°Your Majesty, I can¡¯t accept being separated from you at a time like this.¡± She reached out her hands and clasped his cheeks. ¡°This is different from our separations in the past. You know clearer than anyone that the war with the church is the biggest challenge you¡¯ve ever faced. Either Hermes gets completely destroyed, or the First Army perishes. I¡¯ll never avoid what I need to do or deceive myself. If you lose, there¡¯s a chance I¡¯ll never see you again. Furthermore, if I wait in City of Neverwinter, I¡¯ll only hear the news two or three months after anything happens. I don¡¯t want to wait in torment for such a long time only to bid farewell in the end.¡± Chapter 605 Chapter 605: Exchanging Promises Translator: TransN Editor: TransN What followed was a long period of silence. Anna¡¯s eyes were not as tranquil as Roland had thought. As the couple gazed silently at each other, he saw the surging undercurrent beneath the cerulean surfaces. It was comprised of anxiety, fear, but above all, resolve. This was the reason why her expression was always looked so steely. As time slid away quietly, the feeling became more and more intense. Roland finally realized that he was not going to change her mind. He closed his eyes and exhaled a long sigh. ¡°Alright, but you must agree to one request.¡± ¡°Say it.¡± ¡°You must never go on the frontline. You¡¯ll always remain in the rear.¡± ¡°Promised.¡± ¡°If something happens on the battlefield¡­¡± Roland wet his lips. ¡°I¡¯m saying, in case, I¡­¡± ¡°If something like that really happens, I¡¯ll leave the Northern Region immediately,¡± Anna said without reserve. Roland seemed stunned for a moment. ¡°Are you worried that I¡¯ll try to avenge you and end up giving away my life needlessly?¡± She stroked his cheeks gently. ¡°Only Nightingale and Ashes would do something like that. As for myself, I¡¯ll return quickly to the Western Region, bring all of your loyalists to Sleeping Island and settle down there, while continuing to resist Holy City. Your Majesty, although I¡¯d like to follow you into death, I know that you¡¯ll never be agreeable to that.¡± As she talked about this, she paused for a moment before continuing, ¡°I promise you that I¡¯ll walk your path for you until your ideal world becomes reality, where witches and normal people can live together freely.¡± Roland did not respond¡ªthere was no need to. Anna¡¯s growth had exceeded his expectations. This was already the best reward he attained for coming to this world. She reached out her hands to unbutton Roland¡¯s shirt. Nothing else needed to be said. The couple kissed as they flipped onto the bed. Blackfire pulled down the curtains, while clothes and blankets were tossed to one side. In this moment, Roland¡¯s and Anna¡¯s fates were firmly connected, with the stars in the sky serving witness. ¡­ Two days later, Roland delivered his final speech before setting off in the square. The people who came after hearing the news crowded the square until it was almost watertight. After a year and a half of development, Border Town of old no longer existed and was replaced by the prosperous and bustling City of Neverwinter. This had brought about massive changes to the lives of the people. This also meant that Roland¡¯s reputation and popularity scaled to unprecedented heights. ¡°Good morning, my subjects.¡± As he went on stage, cheers rained down on him overwhelmingly. ¡°Long live our king!¡± ¡°Long live Your Majesty Roland!¡± The people needed neither encouragement nor echoes to boost their volume. They consciously and enthusiastically cheered with respect for their king and waved their hands in the air. The furore only gradually subsided after a full seven minutes. ¡°All of you should already know.¡± Roland looked around at the countless pairs of revering eyes below the stage, and spoke in a deep voice, ¡°Our kingdom is about to fight a war of self-defense against an invader. The enemy is none other than the Holy City of Hermes, which has already annexed Kingdom of Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart! Today, of the four kingdoms, only Kingdom of Graycastle and Kingdom of Dawn remain. Right now, they¡¯re targeting us!¡± ¡°I know that some of you used to believe in God and the church. There¡¯s nothing shameful about that! Your kindnesses were made use of and your hopes were cheated. Do you think I¡¯ll blame the victims instead of the liars and robbers? Of course not!¡± He raised his fist. ¡°The church shall have to pay! Just by selling the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, they¡¯re able to make more than 100,000 gold royals per year¡ªthis money should belong to all of you!¡± ¡°Why? The reason is simple. The nobles were unwilling to fork out an extra sum of money to buy the God¡¯s Stones, and therefore this portion of expenses was transferred onto you through tax increases, property confiscation, and daylight robbery! And it¡¯s not only the God¡¯s Stones, but also the building of churches, the maintenance of resident priests and the holding of baptism ceremonies. I believe that none of you are unfamiliar with these things!¡± The things that the masses most easily understood and hated were exploitation and oppression. The church¡¯s methods were not as flagrant as the nobles¡¯, but in the eyes of the highly-experienced Roland, it was not difficult at all to lay bare this thin layer of fig leaf while at the same time smearing the name of the church. ¡°The church promised that this sum of money would be exchanged for God¡¯s blessings, but what happened in the end? Before I came to this town, the people had little to eat and wear, and as such, famine and severe cold came during the Months of Demons every year and took away the lives of many. As for those who survived¡­ Is it really because of the church¡¯s or God¡¯s aid? No, they did nothing!¡± Roland raised his voice a notch. ¡°The only thing they¡¯re interested in is sucking your blood dry!¡± The natives saw these things happening with their own eyes, while most of the refugees from other cities had similar experiences. The square erupted into an angry uproar as everyone attributed all of their past sufferings to the church. ¡°So, I¡¯ll never surrender, and more importantly, I won¡¯t lose to these bloodsuckers!¡± Roland waved his fist in the air and declared loudly. ¡°The First Army will pulverize them so that nobody will dare to rob my subjects ever again. You won¡¯t ever have to worry about paying money to build churches or to ¡®atone for your sins¡¯! These bullsh*t taxes won¡¯t exist in the new Kingdom of Graycastle!¡± ¡°Facts have proven that without the presence of the church, City of Neverwinter will become an even better place, and so will the other cities!¡± ¡°Everything that you have has been created by your own hands and your spirit, not those illusory things. That¡¯s why I have repeatedly emphasized the glory of labor! Only labor can create wealth, and you people are the most glorious of laborers. You should be proud of this. Without you, there won¡¯t be today¡¯s prosperous City of Neverwinter!¡± He pressed his hands down as a gesture for the subjects to pause their cheers. ¡°The First Army has set off for the Northern Region, and they¡¯ll be fighting against the church. If we¡¯re defeated, we¡¯ll lose everything that we own and return back to the impoverished times of old¡­ Tell me, are you willing to return to the past?¡± The answers he received were self-evident. ¡°No, Your Majesty, we¡¯ll fight the church until the end!¡± ¡°Kill all of them!¡± ¡°Chase them out of our kingdom!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll protect Your Majesty with my life!¡± There were all kinds of responses, but their expressions were impressively identical¡ªthey were willing and ready to defend everything that they had that was hard-earned. ¡°Well said. I don¡¯t need you to engage the enemy in battle. That¡¯s the responsibility of the First Army. Neither do you have to pay extra taxes to support the war¡ªthat¡¯s what the enemy does to its people. All you have to do is to continue living your lives, and continue to participate in the construction and production of this city. This would be the greatest aid your kin fighting on the frontline can receive from you.¡± Roland placed his right hand on his chest and saluted. ¡°We must attain victory! Long live the Kingdom of Graycastle!¡± ¡°For victory!¡± ¡°Long live this kingdom!¡± The people repeatedly chanted these two phrases, even long after Roland had made his departure. In the afternoon the same day, the last batch of soldiers boarded the paddle steamers. ¡°The Roland¡±, serving as the flagship, tooted to signal the beginning of the journey. The destination was Deepvalley Town! Chapter 606 Chapter 606: Father and Daughter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Edith had already waited in the hall when Duke Calvin walked into the Castle of Jadeforest. ¡°My dear daughter¡­¡± She interrupted him ruthlessly. ¡°Why are you so late? I wrote to you a month ago, telling you to cooperate with the First Army in assembling and war preparation. We need to meet all their requirements as much as we can.¡± ¡°Yes, I notified Earl Haier in Deepvalley Town immediately, and then sent our butler to supervise the matter. Isn¡¯t it enough?¡± the duke said with his open arms poised in mid-air. ¡°Of course,¡± folding her arms across her chest, Edith said disagreeably, ¡°it can show our sincerity better if you come here in person. Besides, the war against the church is very important. We can¡¯t take it more seriously.¡± ¡°But after all it¡¯s Earl Haier¡¯s domain¡­¡± ¡°Come on father, the nobles are going to disappear, and you¡¯re still fussy about the issues of domains and feudatory. I thought you¡¯ll be more decisive after the rebellion of Hawes and Lista families.¡± Duke Calvin was embarrassed and said, ¡°I thought my daughter would at least give me a hug and say she missed me, instead of talking about the business before we sit down.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Edith laughed. ¡°So you didn¡¯t lose your temper in the study, calling me a bastard, and said I was an ungrateful bastard who bit the hand that fed her. If I¡¯m right, you must want to smash something but stopped because it¡¯s too expensive.¡± The duke choked. ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°Damn it, who told her?¡± thought the duke. Before he figured out how to respond, Edith had already walked toward him and wrapped around him with her arms. ¡°Welcome to Deepvalley Town, father. Satisfied?¡± His anger dissipated instantly. A mixed feeling struck him when he stroked his daughter¡¯s hair. Sometimes he just did not know how Edith became such a talented, beautiful lady today. She was his first wife¡¯s daughter, but Edith¡¯s personality was quite different from her biological mother¡¯s and his. He almost doubted if Edith was his own daughter if it was not the resemblance she bore to his late wife. When they hugged, however, the duke again felt that they were related by blood. She was still the Pearl of the Northern Region who was raised by himself. After a while, Edith dreadfully pushed him away, saying, ¡°You stink. I suggest you should go to get a shower first. I bring some scented soaps from City of Neverwinter. Try one. It¡¯s better than cassias.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no hurry about that.¡± Calvin looked around. ¡°Right, where¡¯s Earl Haier. Why didn¡¯t he greet me in the hall?¡± ¡°I told him to go back to his mansion in the suburb.¡± ¡°What?¡± The duke looked at his daughter in shock. Edith shrugged and said, ¡°He cares nothing about His Majesty¡¯s will or your orders. If I didn¡¯t arrive there in time, he might have pissed the advanced troops off. Not everyone can see clearly their present situation. Some of them may not even have the nerve to open their eyes or minds. For them, I won¡¯t waste a second. The wiser option is to drive him away.¡± ¡°But he just handed over the castle and towns obediently?¡± ¡°Of course not, but I have the First Army.¡± She smiled. ¡°And it conquered King¡¯s City in one day, so what do you think a dozen of knights can do about them?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know whether it¡¯s an illusion or not, Edith has changed a lot in the last two months. Her smile is more sincere, not the kind of the noble¡¯s fake smile which she puts on in public. And there¡¯s a glow in her eyes, which I haven¡¯t seen it for many years since she grew up,¡± Calvin thought. He realized that she loved her life now. At least she was happier here than in the Northern Region. The change made him a little envious, accompanied with complicated feelings. Maybe just like what his daughter had said, they did lose some of their rights after being deprived of their status as nobles, but it also freed them from their territories. Now there was a great future in front of her. She could go to places other than the Northern Region and experience a different life. After returning to the study, Calvin drank up two cups of black tea and let out his breath. ¡°So now we should stay here and wait for His Majesty?¡± Edith opened her notebook and said, ¡°Not exactly, there¡¯s a lot we need to do. We need to deliver all the materials, such as food, horses, fabrics, herbs and all other necessities for the war to Deepvalley Town. And I received a new ciphered letter from His Majesty. He said the iron ingots and copper ingots have to be delivered here too. The more, the better.¡± ¡°So he wants to loot the whole Northern Region,¡± the Duke thought secretively. ¡°Do you really believe His Majesty Roland can beat the church?¡± ¡°He may not be able to attack Holy City of Hermes and eradicate the church totally. But it¡¯s not a big deal for him to stop the church entering the kingdom from Coldwind Ridge.¡± She paused for a while. ¡°What His Majesty needs most is time now.¡± ¡°Time?¡± ¡°You haven¡¯t seen his factory, so you don¡¯t understand how powerful City of Neverwinter is,¡± Edith looked at her father and said, ¡°and no matter who you are, a knight, a mercenary, the Judgement Army or a fervent believer, everybody shows no difference in front of bullets. Factories keep producing these bullets. Besides, it only takes a few minutes to teach a citizen how to use firearms and bullets to kill enemies. After one month¡¯s training, they can become a soldier and go to the battlefield to kill enemies. And three months, they¡¯ll become the indestructible First Army.¡± ¡°What¡­ is your point?¡± ¡°Father, the production speed of bullets is much faster than the growth rate of human beings. It¡¯s different from swords and armors. A blacksmith with ten apprentices can make ten suits of armors, 30 swords in one year. But one factory can produce thousands of bullets in one day. After killing the knights armed with swords, they can give the extra bullets to those who want to be a knight. The next day, these bullets can be sent to citizens; One month later, the amounts of the bullets can turn this city into a ghost town. Calvin opened his mouth but did not know what to say. ¡°It¡¯s normal that you don¡¯t believe me. After all, these things may sound a little absurd. But I saw how they deal with their enemies with my own eyes when I participated in the First Army¡¯s Tooth Extraction Campaign,¡± Edith said slowly, ¡°so His Majesty will win sooner or later as long as the First Army can hold the defensive line. Three months later, City of Neverwinter will train a new army and produce the weapons they need. But the new Judgement Army may not be able to learn how to hold their sword in such a short time.¡± ¡°¡­¡± After a little while of silence, the duke opened his hands and said, ¡°Well, I¡¯ll believe what you said. But why do you not reply to my letters if you have such a good view towards His Majesty? I mean¡­ to marry him.¡± Chapter 607 Chapter 607: Lighting the Beacon Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Besides giving Roland Wimbledon a formal reply, the duke also sent a private letter to Edith which embodied his ideas enthusiastically. Since Roland had yet to marry, if her daughter could marry Roland, it would bring him peace of mind. There was no true love in a political marriage, or at least it did not play the main role in such marriages. The Pearl of the Northern Region knew this clearly. The duke believed this was a great opportunity, especially when all of the territories of the nobles would be taken back later, which meant the king would be the only noble in Kingdom of Graycastle. His queen¡¯s position would be extraordinary. Calvin believed his daughter could understand him. However, neither His Majesty nor Edith replied to him. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me it¡¯s because you don¡¯t like him,¡± the duke poured himself the third cup of black tea and said, ¡°I haven¡¯t seen you like anyone before, and it doesn¡¯t matter¡­ You considered marring Timothy, why can¡¯t you consider marrying Roland?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s different, father.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the difference? Aren¡¯t they both kings?¡± Edith closed her notebook and said, ¡°No, Timothy needed a reliable ally or subordinate in the Northern Region. The only way to ensure that was marriage. If I said no, he would kick the Kant family out and find another more obedient family. In other words, our family¡¯s position would be untenable if I could not be the queen. There would have been nothing we could do. So I have to drag this marriage in case¡­ If Roland and his Western Region fail¡­ I would play my role marrying Timothy. But if Roland wins, I don¡¯t need to marry him.¡± ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± ¡°Roland chose me only because I¡¯m capable, not because of my family, territory or wealth. All those things that¡¯re behind me aren¡¯t important in his eyes.¡± His daughter stroked her hair. ¡°Since the noble and rules won¡¯t exist anymore, why should I obey those old regulations?¡± ¡°You know,¡± She continued talking, ¡°few officers who help him manage City Hall in City of Neverwinter come from noble families. They¡¯re all common people who took the jobs after several rounds of examination. I have to admit they act badly in many ways, but when it comes to their own work, they don¡¯t lose to any noble.¡± ¡°This is His Majesty¡¯s new rule. You don¡¯t need to worry about losing your position as long as you complete the work assigned by him. So you should get rid of the old rules as soon as possible, and get used to the new policy which is issued by City Hall so as that you won¡¯t hold me back.¡± ¡°Even so, you could still be the queen. It¡¯s harmless to you.¡± The duke did not want to give up, saying, ¡°You could show him how capable you are and give birth to a prince¡­ so the Kant family would be his inseparable ally. Your brother¡¯s future would be secured too.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Edith hesitated for a while. ¡°I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t do that.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°His Majesty Roland¡­ he seems to believe in love.¡± ¡°So he already has someone in mind?¡± The duke winced. ¡°Yes, a witch.¡± ¡°What?¡± He did not believe what he had heard and wondered if his hearing was playing up. ¡°Scroll said His Majesty Roland will marry a witch.¡± Edith confessed. ¡°Scroll is also a witch who works as a Minister of Education in City Hall.¡± ¡°So it¡¯s a political marriage?¡± Calvin could only think of this answer. ¡°But it¡¯s too absurd. Witches can¡¯t have children.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a political marriage. He only wants to marry her because he loves her.¡± She leaned back in her chair and played with the quill in her hand. ¡°Yes, love plays a big role in this upcoming marriage. This may sound impossible, but after one month¡¯s contact with him, somehow I just believe what he said.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll understand when you see him. Among all of the noble that I have seen, he¡¯s the most unlike one,¡± his daughter said with a little smile that twitched upon her lips. ¡°What about the heirs?¡± ¡°They¡¯ll find a way to solve this problem.¡± Edith shook her head. ¡°But it¡¯s not our concern. We shouldn¡¯t get involved in this.¡± ******************* Iron Axe was patrolling in the criss-cross trenches with a group of officer corps. The primary use of these trenches was to evade thrower attacks and other ranged attacks from enemies. According to His Majesty¡¯s orders, the trench was divided into several paths. The distance between each path was 20 to 30 meters and longitudinal grooves interconnected the cross trenches so the soldiers could walk forward and backward. There were wood piles and barbed wire on the surface, preventing the enemies from conquering this place quickly. Machine gun castle was located on both sides of the battlefield. There was a low bunker in the front with a tall tower at the back, forming a well-proportioned firing network. Behind the trench, was the artillery position. There were 50 field artilleries standing side by side. Going back, it was the shooting area for the 152mm Longsong Cannons. To ensure the project schedule, Iron Axe specially applied to His Majesty for Maggie¡¯s express transportation and sent Lotus to Deepvalley Town in advance. Just seeing the layout of the battlefield, the First Army¡¯s Commander Iron Axe felt victory was in sight. This group of people walked to the end of the battlefield, gazing out over the tan-colored mountains far away. This place was located at the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range¡¯s Big Gap, which was also the only way to go down the mountain. They could see the steep Impassable Mountain Range less than one meter ahead. Coldwind Ridge just stood on the hillside. Its strategic significance, same as Border Town, was to supervise Hermes. Once the signal fire was lit in the town, many of the villages in the Northern Region and the nearest Deepvalley Town would see the warning. It was a day and a half¡¯s march from Coldwind Ridge to the ambush place, so the First Army had plenty of time to prepare themselves for confronting the enemy. ¡°Can¡¯t we just evacuate all the citizens in Coldwind Ridge in advance?¡± Brian who followed him to check the battlefield just could not help asking, ¡°Holy City may turn them into the first batch of enchanted people to charge the front.¡± ¡°If we do so, it¡¯ll alert our enemies that we¡¯ve set a trap here. We can¡¯t take this risk before we finish the layout of the battlefields,¡± Iron Axe said with little emotion, ¡°Coldwind Ridge could only act as a bait rather than the main battlefield for it¡¯s too close to Holy City.¡± ¡°Besides, no one would believe us,¡± Van¡¯er added, ¡°You see, if someone run to the village and told those locals ¡®the war is going to begin, you should get out of this place as soon as possible, and please go to the foot of the mountain¡¯¡­ Who would believe him? Unless we force them to leave. But then Holy City would know our true intention if we did so.¡± Brian signed. ¡°I know that, but¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We can finish our work here within three days,¡± Iron Axe said in a low voice, ¡°and then we can tell people to evacuate. According to the spy¡¯s information, the Holy City¡¯s large forces are still stationed in the campsite, so we still have enough time to evacuate the citizens.¡± ¡°I hope so¡­¡± Brian said with his eyes widened abruptly, ¡°Wait. What¡¯s that?¡± Iron Axe¡¯s heart sank slightly while seeing the mountains far away from that Brian¡¯s eyes were fixed on. A wisp of smoke rose from the back of the mountain, a black line against the gray cloudy sky. Chapter 608 Chapter 608: Coldwind Ridge Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Soli Daal satisfactorily went through the broken castle gate and entered the castle of Coldwind Town. Just three days to take Coldwind Ridge? Apart from the two days he spent on the road, it only took him several minutes to break through the little town¡¯s city wall. Of course, that muddy fence could hardly be called a city wall. The few guards just fled without making any official resistance after two of them were slashed by the Judgement Army and fell to the ground. Is this the town guarding the border area? Kingdom of Graycastle is nothing more powerful than that. The only thing that upset him was when the church army was only halfway down the mountain, smoke came out of the Beacon Tower below as if they had known the church army was coming to attack the town. Although sooner or later residents in the other domains of the Northern Region would be alerted, what made Soli angry was the disrespect the townsmen held toward the church¡ªthey had treated the army from Holy City as enemies beforehand, which showed their long-held sacrilege. Soli dispatched a squad of Judgement Army to head to the Beacon Tower, in order to arrest some soldiers for interrogation before hanging them. ¡°This way please, my lord.¡± The knight leading the way said in a trembling voice. With swords putting on their necks, those knights did not show any courage, nor did they try to protect their lord. Instead, they instantly knelt down and pledged alliance to the church. Those soldiers without a belief are just ugly, weak, and hapless. They¡¯re nothing compared with the Judgement Warriors who fight for the deities. After killing several guards on the way, the Judgement Army broke into the study of the Lord of Coldwind Ridge and sealed every window which might serve as an exit, although Soli did not think the lord had the courage to escape through a window at all. Soli slowly walked into the study, looking at the lord gradually slump on a chair with a pale face. ¡°Good afternoon, Lord Kevan Matten.¡± ¡°How, how dare you break into Coldwind Ridge¡­ Does Holy City want to make enemy with Kingdom of Graycastle openly?¡± ¡°He¡¯s done,¡± Soli thought, ¡°Fear has completely possessed him.¡± Through the decades of defending against demonic beasts at Hermes, the archbishop had developed a unique ability, which was to relish fear. Some people could convert fear into the desire of survival, while others would only be devoured by fear. Converting fear into the desire of survival was regarded as the essential quality for a Judgement Warrior to be promoted to a member of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Those who were devoured by fear would be eventually obsolete in the endless atrocious wars. Kevan was obviously among the latter. ¡°That¡¯s right. Haven¡¯t you known it long before?¡± ¡°What? No! I don¡¯t know what you mean¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s too late to regret, my lord.¡± Soli interrupted him. ¡°You offered high prices for grains and forbade merchants to go to Holy City. Don¡¯t tell me you did that on a whim. The King of Graycastle wants to turn Coldwind Ridge into an outpost for the war against Holy City. So, naturally, you can¡¯t blame us for an early counterattack.¡± ¡°This is a groundless accusation.¡± Kevan shook his head repeatedly. ¡°I didn¡¯t do any of what you accused me of. The king has never sent ambassadors to Coldwind Ridge, not to mention to launch an attack against Hermes!¡± ¡°It¡¯s OK that you don¡¯t admit. Supreme Pontiff has his method to find out the information he wants in your head. It¡¯ll do you no good if things have to go that far. So, you¡¯d better tell me everything you know now.¡± ¡°I, I really didn¡¯t do that. You can¡¯t wrongfully accuse me.¡± He shrunk his obese body a bit and said, ¡°I¡¯m the Lord of Coldwind Ridge, an Earl of Kingdom of Graycastle! What you did has violated the ¡®Agreement on the Months of the Demons¡¯!¡± ¡°Enough. You deserve it.¡± Soli Daal waved his hand in dread. The Judgement Warriors immediately dragged Kevan out of the study. After the archbishop sat on the lord¡¯s chair, he vaguely felt something was wrong. ¡°The lord has obviously been destructed by fear, why did he refuse to confess? Is he so loyal to Roland Wimbledon that he would rather be interrogated in Holy City than disclose the king¡¯s plan?¡± At that moment, a chief justice went into the room. ¡°Milord Bishop, Pitsos has sealed the granary, but¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± ¡°There isn¡¯t much food there, probably only enough to last the townsmen for one or two months. There is no way it could sustain a large army.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Soli frowned immediately. ¡°Pitsos searched every corner of the granary and asked the keepers. They said recently there was not a large amount of grain coming in and the wheat there was just the stock from last year,¡± The chief justice reported in full detail. ¡°Why was there news about offering high prices for grains in the town?¡± Soli meditated for a while. ¡°Go ask the merchants.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The chief justice nodded. ¡°Besides, we did a thorough search of the garrison camps in the west of the town. Most of the rooms there are empty. The surrendered knights said since the border army was completely annihilated at Hermes, no new soldiers have been recruited.¡± ¡°That means Coldwind Ridge isn¡¯t ready for a war, which contradicts the information that Zero supplied.¡± The archbishop¡¯s brows deepened. After a long silence, he ordered. ¡°There must be believers of the church in this town. Call them together and ask about the changes in Coldwind Ridge in the last two months in detail. Question the local Rats and those who voluntarily submitted to the church. I want to know what¡¯s going on as soon as possible!¡± The chief justice bowed and said, ¡°I¡¯ll go ask them right away.¡± Soli leaned back on the chair and deeply sighed. The plan of attacking Kingdom of Graycastle had been made a long time ago. The process and the result did not matter, but yet he did not like any accidents. What went wrong? The next day, the chief justice put a report on the archbishop¡¯s desk, which was full of information he collected. Soli opened it and went through the testimonies on the first page. ¡°Two local merchants offered high prices for grains. Did they hoard wheat as much as 5,000 pecks?¡± ¡°That¡¯s only the two merchants¡¯ testimony.¡± The chief justice said in a low voice. ¡°After getting the information, I searched their houses right away. I did find a large quantity of grain, but it sufficed to requirement of only one person. In their basements, there are merely 100 pecks of grain in total. Besides, there was no one in their houses. I guess all fled after they saw the beacon fire.¡± ¡°Do you mean¡­ collusion?¡± Soli immediately got what he meant. ¡°Yes, my lord. Only when they collude with the peddlers outside the town, pretend to sell grains to those pedlers then secretly transport the grains back, could they create such a false image.¡± ¡°Where do these pedlers come from?¡± ¡°From all the other towns in the Northern Region, such as Deepvalley Town, City of Evernight, Wuthering Castle¡­ The purchase at high prices started a month ago. At first, not many people paid attention to it. Later on, the trade volume increased so much that it drew merchants¡¯ attention. We¡¯ve put all the pedlers in the town into custody, but failed to find those who were in charge of transporting the grains.¡± If they¡¯re in collusion, there is a small chance of capturing them. Yet¡­ what did they do this for? Just to draw the attention of Holy City to make Supreme Pontiff attack at an earlier date? Soli skipped to the last few pages of the report, and then a piece of information caught his eyes. ¡°Are the patrollers on the Beacon Tower¡­ dead?¡± Chapter 609 Chapter 609: Entering the Battlefield Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°All three died in a shack at the foot of the Beacon Tower,¡± The chief justice nodded and said, ¡°and the guards on the Beacon Tower take their shifts once a week. So when they were found dead, their bodies had become stinky.¡± ¡°Alright. It seems it was not them that kindled the beacon, but some others.¡± Soli punched the desk angrily, and then burst into laughter. ¡°Are they deliberately teasing us or provoking Holy City to wage a war?¡± ¡°The specific reason is not clear. But Milord, one Rat¡¯s testimony is interesting.¡± The chief justice pointed to the report. ¡°I deliberately wrote it on the last page.¡± Soli turned the report to the last page and hastily skimmed through it. ¡°Two weeks ago, people set a barrier on the road beneath Coldwind Ridge, forbidding anyone to go to the Impassable Mountain Range, but allowing people to leave there?¡± ¡°Exactly. The Rat had planned to take his chance in Deepvalley Town, but he saw some merchants who should have headed for Hermes were stopped by soldiers.¡± ¡°It seems the lord really didn¡¯t do this,¡± Soli thought. ¡°Wait a moment¡­ two weeks ago? When was the last time the group of pedlers who sold grain appeared?¡± ¡°Three days ago.¡± The archbishop¡¯s face instantly clouded over. ¡°That¡¯s to say, those pedlers were allowed to pass the Impassable Mountain Range which was alleged to be inaccessible? The answer was clear as daylight. ¡°They¡¯re accomplices,¡± the chief justice said, ¡°at least they look like so.¡± ¡°How many were guarding the barrier?¡± ¡°The Rat only dared to take a quick glance from afar. He estimated there were several hundreds of them.¡± ¡°As long as we spot their weak point, we¡¯re fine,¡± Soli Daal stood up and said, ¡°Order the Judgement Army to gather here right away!¡± ¡°Milord, do you intend to go down the hill?¡± The chief justice was surprised, but he quickly explained. ¡°Supreme Pontiff ordered us to station in Coldwind Ridge after seizing it, to ensure the road is clear and wait for the main army to come¡­ If you want to inquire more about the situation, ask a small detachment to capture a few enemies for interrogation. That¡¯ll be sufficient. ¡°Not only will I catch a few of them for interrogation, but I¡¯ll also crush their barrier. This is the price they have to pay for making fun of Holy City.¡± Soli waved hand impatiently. ¡°If we start off now, by the day after tomorrow I¡¯ll be able to see their heads overhung above the city gate. This won¡¯t affect the Holy City¡¯s attacking plan, so His Holiness won¡¯t blame us.¡± ¡°But if this is a trap the enemy set¡­¡± ¡°A trap?¡± Soli glanced at him. ¡°I used to lead an army and attack Broken Tooth Castle of Kingdom of Wolfheart. It was a very tough battle. They took advantage of the geography and set up numerous traps. However, traps set up by commoners could only bring limited trouble to God¡¯s Punishment Army. So, what a trap set up in the open field at the foot of a mountain can do to us? Any attempt to ambush God¡¯s Punishment Army will be in vain. On the other hand, I kind of hope they have the courage to fight instead of fleeing.¡± The archbishop paused, and then said, ¡°Now you¡¯ve understood it. Go and do what I ordered.¡± ¡°¡­ Yes, Milord!¡± Looking at the back of the chief justice, Soli Daal sneered. ¡°I¡¯ll never pardon these blasphemers.¡± ******************* ¡°Is there a large troop taking off from Coldwind Ridge?¡± Iron Axe asked, looking at the fluffy pigeon which just flew into the tent. ¡°Around 1,000 soldiers, coo!¡± Maggie said while flapping her wings, ¡°and there are no vehicles shipping grains or a militia. They¡¯re all armored. Some of them are carrying big shields and short spears, coo!¡± ¡°Big shields?¡± Iron Axe said in surprise, ¡°How big are they?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Maggie looked at Iron Axe while tilting her head. ¡°About the same size as yours, coo.¡± ¡°I see. Well done.¡± Iron Axe handed over the pigeon a piece of dried meat as usual, and then called for the guard who was standing outside of the door. ¡°Ask Gun Battalion commander Brian and Artillery Battalion commander Van¡¯er to come to my tent for a meeting. The enemy is in action.¡± ¡­ After hearing the information provided by the witches, Brian could not help frowning. ¡°How can they come so soon? It takes two to three days for His Majesty to reach Deepvalley Town. The Longsong Cannons aren¡¯t in place yet¡­¡± ¡°The church indeed reacted faster than we¡¯ve expected, but whether His Majesty is here or not, we need to stick to our posts and never step back,¡± Iron Axe calmly said, ¡°and no matter what, the enemy mustn¡¯t cross our defensive line at the foot of the mountain.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Brain and Van¡¯er said in unison. ¡°Good. Here is my battle arrangement.¡± Iron Axe licked his lips. ¡°It¡¯ll take the enemy at least one day to arrive at the foot of the mountain, which gives us enough time to prepare. We have over 2,000 pieces of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. Assign them to as many soldiers as possible at the front rows. The machine gunners need more protection than anyone else, so they must wear God¡¯s Stones too.¡± He roughly explained the plan he¡¯d been conceiving. ¡°In addition, I¡¯ll arrange 10 good gunners and a machine gun team to protect Miss Sylvie. They¡¯ll follow Miss Silvie¡¯s instructions based on her investigation of the scene to take care of the enemies who pose greater threats. Other soldiers will act in accordance with the instructions set out during the maneuver. ¡°I have a question,¡± Van¡¯er said in hesitation. ¡°In the enemy¡¯s team, can the soldiers carrying big shields be¡­¡± ¡°They¡¯re most likely God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± Iron Axe nodded. ¡°Judging from Miss Maggie¡¯s description, commoners won¡¯t be able to march carrying shields of such a size.¡± ¡°Can a bullet penetrate it?¡± asked Brian. ¡°We won¡¯t know it unless we try,¡± Iron Axe answered without hesitation. ¡°If a flintlock can¡¯t harm the enemy effectively, your people just try to stop the God¡¯s Punishment Army marching forward and leave them to the artillery to take care of. ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Eventually you have to rely on the artillery to solve the problem,¡± Van¡¯er said smilingly. ¡°Leave it to me, Your Excellency.¡± ******************* Two days later, Danny jumped into a trench in the early morning, holding his beloved rifle. According to the instructions yesterday, he quickly came to his spot¡ªthe right wing of a trench in the center of the battlefield. The shrubs and bushes in the surrounding areas had all been cut, leaving an open space for him to overview the entire battlefield and aim precisely. Danny picked up a few stones from the ground, created a small rack on the side of the trench, put his rifle on the rack, and aimed at the front. Through the sights, Danny saw dews suspending on leaves above the ground, a spider clinging to a wire fence, a red clay road full of horseshoe prints, and the Impassable Mountain Range at a distance. An excellent sniping position. He opened the bolt, pushed the first bullet into the chamber, and waited for enemies to appear. As a hunter, Danny had always been patient. Since he joined the Militia in response to His Majesty¡¯s conscription, he had participated in a series of battles, such as the defense battle in the Months of Demons, the operation` against the Duke of Longsong Stronghold, the attack of King¡¯s City, etc. The weapon he used had updated from flintlock to the newest bolt rifle. In terms of combat experience, he must be one of the most experienced soldiers in the First Army. If he had not insisted on staying at the front, he would have been most likely an officer of the Gun Battalion only second to Sir Brian. Compared with commanding others, he preferred the feeling of hunting a prey. Ever since the day he laid hands on a flintlock, he had deeply been in love with such a weapon. It was handy and powerful. One only needed to have a good eyesight and a little bit of gift to master it. Holding a gun in hands, Danny could feel the power surging from the bottom of his heart. Chapter 610 Chapter 610: The Hunter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN While Danny was waiting, a short guy ran toward him along the trench. ¡°Captain, you¡¯re early.¡± He panted, took the sack off his shoulder, and put it at Danny¡¯s feet. ¡°Here¡¯s your ammunition.¡± ¡°If I was hunting in the mountains, I¡¯d have come back by this time already,¡± Danny said carelessly. ¡°How much ammunition for me?¡± ¡°30 bullets.¡± ¡°So few¡­¡± Danny murmured. ¡°Bloody machine gunner.¡± The short guy was the youngest soldier in the army, only 16 years old. His name was Malt. He came to ¡°protect¡± Danny. Every sharpshooter was paired with a protector so that when enemies drew close, they could quickly suppress the enemies and won themselves time to run away or switch to bayonets. Danny did not think that he needed a protector, especially not an underaged one. The reason he accepted Malt was that he could not turn down Karl Van Bate¡¯s implore. He had been neighbors with this Minister of Construction for years, and they had lived in the same street of the New District. Naturally, he understood that Karl viewed all the kids graduated from Karl College as his own children. Since the sharpshooter¡¯s position was usually at the back, the protector was actually at a safer place compared with the soldiers at the front line. Danny knew that His Majesty hated his employees covering up or colluding with each other, so taking Malt as his protector was one of the few things that he could do without offending His Majesty. Looking at Malt who was squatting there picking bullets, Danny could not help asking, ¡°Have you thought of changing for another job?¡± ¡°Leaving the First Army?¡± Malt answered without raising his head, ¡°No, I like it here very much.¡± ¡°But this isn¡¯t a game,¡± Danny said, raising his eyebrows. ¡°We could be killed at the battlefield anytime. You don¡¯t have to take this risk. As a Karl College graduate, you¡¯re totally qualified for a job in City Hall. There you can work quite decently and earn more than here in the army.¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t like running errands for the officials every day. I just want to hold a gun to protect His Majesty.¡± Malt put the 8 mm bullets he picked before the trench. ¡°Besides¡­¡± He suddenly paused and seemed to be blushing. ¡°Because of Miss Nana?¡± Malt did not reply, yet his cheeks reddened. Danny could not help bursting into laughter. ¡°At least half of the soldiers in the First Army admire Miss Angel. I don¡¯t think you even have a chance. Besides, her father is a baron. Even he currently doesn¡¯t have lands, his daughter isn¡¯t someone you can dream of.¡± ¡°I, I¡¯m not thinking like that,¡± Malt said, craning his neck. ¡°I¡¯m satisfied as long as I can see her every day.¡± Danny shook his head and stopped persuading Malt. He knew how strong or stubborn one could be once he was in love. He himself was no exception. Whenever he had time, the image of a green-haired woman would appear in his mind as soon as he closed eyes. If she had not reached out to save him, he might have lost his life in the forest. But at that time, she was still a minion of the demons¡¯, the embodiment of evil. Danny buried his affection deep in his heart and dared not to tell anyone. Unexpectedly, the second time they met, witches had been proved to be innocent. Consequently, she had moved into the Witch Building in the castle area and opened up various experimental fields in Misty Forest. He could not enter the castle area as he wished, so whenever he was on a vacation, he would always pick up his bow to hunt in Misty Forest. He even decided that when he no longer served as a soldier, he would apply to the City Hall for the forest ranger job and take Misty Forest as his new home. ¡°Woo¡­ Woo¡­!¡± At that moment, he heard the blare of the horns. It signaled the arrival of enemies. Danny stopped his wandering thoughts and fixed his gun holder. No matter what, he was still a warrior at the moment. He should fight to protect His Majesty and overthrow the church who was hunting witches. ¡­ As the sun rose above his head, a troop with shimmering armors appeared at the foot the mountain. In order to siege the only road leading to the mountain, their defensive line was less than one kilometer away from Hermes. The moment the enemies went off the mountain, they had stepped into the First Army¡¯s cannons¡¯ shooting range. Danny knew full well that Iron Axe would not miss any chance to strike the enemies. As if to prove his thoughts were right, a series of dull roars burst behind him, which sounded like thunders coming from far away. Danny vaguely saw lines of shadows flying over his head towards the enemies. The battle started without a sign. From a distance, Danny could clearly see the landing points of shells, where dust was sprung up like bunches of wildflowers. The enemies which were marching like a line of ants instantly went into a panic. That was a normal reaction, considering it was the first time they were stricken by opponents whom they could not even see. If it were for the mercenaries or militia, their morale could probably totally collapse after a few rounds of shooting. But the troop of the church did not retreat. It began to accelerate. The soldiers seemed to be not as neatly lined as before. By the time they got closer to Danny, they had suffered three rounds of cannon attacks. The combination of 50 field artilleries was enough to bombard continuously, which was a torturous experience to the enemies. Without war horses, they had to trod on this hellish road on foot. The God¡¯s Punishment Army, which was said to have prodigious strength, held big shields upright and advanced in the front row. They formed a gray iron wall 500 to 600 meters away from the First Army¡¯s first trench. But it did not mean much in front of bullets. As soon as a bullet hit a big shield, it would break the shield into pieces and threw the shield holder on the ground. ¡°This isn¡¯t good,¡± Danny said while shaking head. ¡°I¡¯m afraid they would be destructed before they even reach the first trench.¡± He understood the First Army¡¯s fire arrangement: first, they took care of the enemies from 1,000-1,500 meters away with cannons; then when the enemies gathered before the wire fence, they swept the battlefield with machine guns; if the enemies got within 200 meters and began to rush forward, they used revolving rifles in close range combat. ¡°Why is it not good to destroy them?¡± Malt peered over the trench, standing on his tiptoe. ¡°Well, because then there¡¯ll be nothing for me to do.¡± Danny collected the bullets he laid out into the waist pocket, lifted his gun, and prepared to leave. ¡°Where are you going?¡± Malt hurriedly pulled him. ¡°I¡¯m going to the trench in the front row.¡± Danny got rid of Malt¡¯s hand. ¡°You stay here.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go with you.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t follow. This is captain¡¯s order¡± With these words, Danny bent over to walk along the communicating trench. The sounds of landing shells got louder and louder. At every dull crashing sound, crumbs came off the trench walls and fell into his collar. He then knew that he was approaching the forefront bit by bit. After crossing three rows of trenches, before a new round of shells landed, Danny stuck out his head to watch over the trench, regardless of the fact that other team members were looking at him confusedly. He could clearly see the big shields of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, and even hear the enemies¡¯ desperate shouting and yelling. He was about 300 meters away from the enemies. This is close enough. Taking a deep breath, Danny set up his rifle, aimed the sights at somewhere a little over a shield, and pulled the trigger. Accompanied by a crisp sound, some blue blood spilled behind the shield, which, together with the shield holder, fell to the ground, revealing the bewildered Judgement Warriors hiding behind. Danny pulled open the bolt, took off the steaming bullet shell, and pushed the bolt back again. The loading sound thrilled and exhilarated him. ¡°The first one,¡± Danny thought. Chapter 611 Chapter 611: Protected Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Danny was constantly aiming, shooting, until the clip emptied. Another two big shields fell down. Danny would not waste his bullets on the Judgement Warriors. With the thin armor, the Judgement Warriors looked martial, but yet they could not even withstand the flintlock. Lord Iron Axe once said that the God¡¯s Punishment Army was a dreadful opponent because one of its soldiers could fight against 10, but at the same time, they were scarce and troublesome to train, so they were the targets worth hunting. The reason he disliked the machine gunners was that he felt those arrogant fellows, although they used exactly the same bullets as he did, shot with an astonishingly low efficiency. During the only two times of live practice, a machine gun squad fired several chests of bullets within one hour, which even made Lord Iron Axe¡¯s heart ache. But while checking the bullet holes, only around 100 bullets actually hit the targets. Danny felt it was totally a waste of resources. Of course, he also understood the significance of the Mark I machine gun. At least while faced with swarming enemies, it could stop their attacking momentum. But in terms of hunting results, sharpshooters were more reliable. One bullet for one enemy. This was his aim for strict training. Danny pulled out the clip, and skillfully reloaded it. When he was about to stand up and start shooting, he heard someone gasping. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Malt. ¡°Damn it! Didn¡¯t I tell you to stay where you were?¡± He shouted at Malt, ¡°You violated a military order!¡± ¡°Lord Brian said that a soldier can never leave his position lest for exceptional cases, so you¡¯ve violated a military order,¡± saying this, Malt wiped the sweat on his forehead. ¡°As your protector, I must stay by your side!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Holding back the impulse to beat Malt, Danny grabbed a handful of bullets from his pocket and threw them in front of Malt. ¡°Fill the clip. Stay down unless there¡¯s an emergency!¡± ¡°Yes, Captain!¡± the short guy saluted and said smilingly. After Danny killed five enemies, there appeared to be some changes in the enemy¡¯s troop. The church commander probably believed that they would not make it to the trench if they kept on charging that way and so they made a change. The God¡¯s Punishment Army abandoned their big shields and charged toward the trenches. They moved at such a fast speed that even horses would not outrun them. They were getting closer and closer! The sound of revolving rifles and machine guns rang out at the same time. Suddenly, some blood fog appeared in front of Danny. The dust rising from the ground was denser than the time when the cannons bombarded. It looked as if there was an invisible giant hand severely beat the group of charging warriors. Facing this unstoppable force, the enemy¡¯s charging speed was greatly slowed down. Anyone touched by this invisible force was torn into pieces with blood splashing everywhere. A soldier of the God¡¯s Punishment Army kept running forward even after one of his arms was shot by a bullet. When Danny aimed his gun at him, a ¡®sand snake¡¯ composed of dozens of lines of dust sloppily passed through the soldier¡¯s body, which was the unique trajectory of a machine gun. The soldier¡¯s chest suddenly waved like a pool of water, blue blood splashed out of his back, and his ribs were even broken by the scorching airflow of the passing bullets. The soldier, though he lost his balance and was wrinkled up like a piece of rag, still managed to run for another three to four steps before falling to the ground due to the inertia. Danny noticed that his back had gone rotten. ¡°Watch out, Captain!¡± Malt shouted suddenly. Danny was shocked. When he turned his head, he saw another soldier from the God¡¯s Punishment Army, appearing from the boundless dust and holding a spear upright. Then the soldier bent over and threw the spear at Danny. He barely saw how the soldier threw the spear. ¡°Too careless. I¡¯ve been so focused on observing the enemies that I attracted their attention. A hunter shouldn¡¯t expose himself under the prey¡¯s eyesight for too long,¡± Danny thought. Before he could react, Malt heavily hit him on the body. Both of them fell on the trench ground. At the same time, a loud sound came above their heads. Danny felt a pain came from the back of his head, and his body was completely covered by dirt. Danny felt the sound of gunfires suddenly faded away, and an unbearable buzzing kept echoing in his ears. After a long time, Danny recovered his senses. Touching the back of his head, he felt something sticky. ¡°I must have hit on something hard when I fell on the ground. Since I could remain sober, it must be nothing serious.¡± With his blurry eyesight, he saw a teammate coming to him. ¡°Are you alright?¡± Danny could only vaguely hear it. He managed to wave his hand, indicating he was fine. ¡°Give me a hand. Two people are wounded,¡± the teammate shouted. Soon, Danny and Malt were surrounded by more teammates and were dragged out of the collapsed pile of dirt. At that moment, Danny noticed that the short spear had torn apart the edge of the trench, creating a crescent-shaped gap. It did not fly away over his head but instead it hit the trench edge, penetrated the thin soil, and struck into the trench wall. The dirt that fell on their bodies was from the spot where the spear¡¯s hit. When he looked at Malt, his heart suddenly clenched. He saw there was a bleeding wound as big as a bowl on Malt¡¯s shoulder, and his arm almost fell off, only a few strands of skin connected the shoulder, his white bones exposed. ¡°The spear wasn¡¯t thrown in vain. It hit Malt.¡± The teammates went back to the battle, leaving one soldier to take care of Malt. All the soldiers in the First Army understood that as long as a wounded soldier could survive till the end of the battle, Miss Nana would make him fully recover. So hemostasis and dressing was a compulsory course in the First Army. The soldier left pulled out a dagger, decisively cut Malt¡¯s arm off and then sprinkled the herbs in his pocket on Malt¡¯s wound before he wrapped the wound with gauze. After suffering this treatment, Malt awoke from his coma, murmuring a faint groan. ¡°Lie still. You¡¯re not going to die.¡± The soldier consoled him. ¡°Where is Cap-Captain Danny?¡± ¡°I¡¯m here.¡± Danny clenched his teeth, upheld his weak limbs, and climbed to Malt¡¯s side. ¡°Why would you do that for me¡­¡± ¡°Because I¡¯m your protector. Of, of course, I won¡¯t leave you behind.¡± Malt¡¯s mouth slowly opened and shut. ¡°How did I do? I fulfilled my duty, didn¡¯t I?¡± Danny suddenly felt an unspeakable guilt surging from the bottom of his heart. ¡°Sure¡­ you did very well.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Malt smiled with a difficulty. ¡°This will pave my way to meet Miss Nana.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Both of you can meet her.¡± The soldier looked at Danny. ¡°You can take care of him, right? I need to go back to my position.¡± ¡°Yes, I can¡­ Thank you,¡± Danny said, nodding. After the soldier left, Danny slowly picked up his gun from the ground, dusted off the dirt, and managed to stand up. ¡°I can still fight!¡± ¡°The enemy must pay for this wound with blood!¡± Danny thought. However, the approaching army of the church was no more. In the pervading dust, the enemies were retreating in panic, and only their backs could be vaguely seen. Cheers burst out from the trenches. They had won! Chapter 612 Chapter 612: Battle¡¯s End Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Roland walked out of the cabinet as the gunboat staggered to a stop. He was fascinated by what he saw. The arch-typed mountain rocks, which extended out from both sides, wrapped around the entire town like two huge arms. The rays of sunlight slanted along the finger-wide crevice, forming a wall of golden shimmers. Numberless vines, which looked like green hair, grew out of the bottom of the rocks. Some bulky ones even reached the ground, tempting people to climb up. When the sun rays sifted through dense twigs and branches and splintered up into glints of the muttering brook, Roland felt like he was in a untraversed forest. However, the area was not completely uncultivated. Along Soundless River stood different types of buildings constructed by men. Townsmen passed through waist-high bushes back and forth. Streaks of smokes could be detected from the distance. Everything around this area was in perfect harmony with nature. Due to a lack of sunshine, the temperature in this town was slightly lower than that in other places. The colors of plants, naturally, were in much deeper shades. No wonder the town was called Deepvalley Town. Roland and the witches stepped on the dock covered with mosses and met the people who had been waiting there for a long time. The three at the front were obviously the general commander of the First Army, Iron Axes, the Duke of the Northern Region, Calvin, and his daughter, Edith. ¡°We¡¯ve met again, Your Majesty.¡± Edith performed a curtsy. ¡°Congratulations on the victory of your first battle.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard the news on my way here. You did a good job.¡± Roland gave an approving nod. ¡± Iron Axes told me you not only smoothed out the transportation of food and ammunition, but also successfully lured the enemies.¡± ¡°These are the obligations of Kant Family,¡± she replied with a faint smile. ¡°The tradesmen in the Northern Region are happy to be at your service.¡± ¡°But the owner of this town was still Timothy Wimbledon half a year ago,¡± Roland said within himself. The tradesmen in the three cities probably had never heard of the new king. They were willing to offer their services and carry out his plan was simply because of Edith¡¯s advertisement and her tremendous personal influence over the Northern Region. After giving a few words of encouragement, Roland turned to Iron Axes and asked, ¡°Have you obtained the casualties?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Iron Axe administered a military salute and continued, ¡°The detailed report has been sent to your office.¡± ¡°O-office?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve discussed this matter with Earl Haier. We¡¯ve decided that you should use his castle as your palace during your stay at Deepvalley Town.¡± Edith further explained. ¡°Also, I¡¯ve had the study refurbished, making it look like the one in the Border Area. Miss Maggie told me that you like a bright room. So, I knocked down a wall with a sunny exposure and replaced it with a French window. ¡°Really?¡± Roland asked with interest. ¡°Then where will the earl stay?¡± ¡°In order not to disturb your work, he¡¯ll live in his mansion in the suburb.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region paused for a moment and then asked, ¡°You want me to summon him?¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s fine. I bet he doesn¡¯t like partake in politics.¡± Roland waved his hand. ¡°Let¡¯s get into the castle first.¡± ¡°Alright. Please follow me.¡± ¡°Is this the wonder of power?¡± Roland thought while smacking his lips. ¡°It isn¡¯t bad to have a taste of it from time to time.¡± ¡­ Roland thought he was back to City of Neverwinter upon his entry to the study. The large mahogany desk, along with the coffee table and the recliner at the corner was exactly the same as those in the Border Area. The only big difference was the sceneries outside the French window. Here, he could see the green dale through the window instead of the somber Impassable Mountain Range. He wondered what the previous owner, Earl Haier, would think about the renovation after he left. Roland sat back to the desk and started to read the report. Although he had learned how the battle had progressed, he felt exhilarated when he caught sight of the church¡¯s casualties. This was definitely a victory worthy to be remembered. His concern about God¡¯s Punishment Army dissipated when he saw 156 deaths among the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. It appeared that these powerful, fearless killing machines were not at all unconquerable. After all, flesh and blood could not compete against bullets and fire. Roland believed there should not be many God¡¯s Punishment Warriors left, as every conversion required a witch¡¯s blood. Agatha estimated the army should consist of no more than 1,500 warriors, provided that the Bloody Moon did not arrive. A casualty ratio of one to ten was already high enough for the church to lament their loss. In addition to the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, there were over 300 members of the Judgement Army killed in action, more than 20 of them severely injured and four commanders captured. These numbers were trivial. Despite the fact that Judgement Warriors were mostly strong-willed and skillful combaters, Roland did not take them seriously, as they were essentially the same as knights. What was really lucky was that they had not encountered any pure witches who were extremely difficult to deal with. If they unfortunately had, they probably would not have won that easily just with Sylvie and Iffy taking charge. In fact, Sylvie had instructed the machine gun team to specifically tackle permeating pure witches. ¡°What about the casualties in the First Army?¡± Roland folded the report. ¡°Two killed and 21 severely injured,¡± Iron Axe answered in a low tone. ¡°All resulted from a close-range spearing from the God¡¯s Punishment Army. The wounded has now recovered and returned to service.¡± After learning that the church had launched the attack, Lightning brought Nana to Deepvalley Town in no time. Nobody could provide a better treatment than Miss Angel. Roland knocked on the desk and ordered. ¡°Arrange a boat to send the bodies of the killed soldiers to City of Neverwinter for a burial.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± After a short pause, Iron Axe asked, ¡°What will you do with the unit leader of the fourth premium shooting unit, Danny, Your Majesty?¡± ¡°That old hunter who shot five members of the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± Roland took up the teacup and sipped the tea that tasted exactly the same as the premium tea in the palace. ¡°What¡¯s your opinion?¡± During the rescue, Brian noticed that the injuries Danny and his protector sustained appeared to be inconsistent with their positions. The news soon reached Roland that very night via the Sigil of Listening. At that time, the war had just ended. Considering that the First Army was still absorbed in their celebration and that the protector was in a critical condition, Roland simply asked Iron Axe to first treat the wounded. Now, since they had arrived at Deepvalley Town, it was time to bring up this matter. ¡°I think although Danny disregarded the instruction and left his post without permission, he did make a big contribution to the victory. He shot five God¡¯s Punishment Warriors down by himself. Such a remarkable performance would be more than enough to make him a celebrity in the Army. Therefore, I reckon his merits offset his demerits.¡± Iron Axes said slowly, ¡°In the Iron Sand City, a fighter like him will even be rewarded by his master, so¡­¡± ¡°But the First Army was not any old-school army that rewards their soldiers based on how many they¡¯ve killed.¡± Roland interrupted. ¡°Do you remember what I taught you during the first training session?¡± Iron Axe swallowed hard. ¡°You taught us disciplines, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Only a well-disciplined army can become invincible.¡± Roland rose to his feet and paced to the French window. ¡°I hope you bear this in mind all the time. Now, tell me, how are you supposed to deal with him?¡± Chapter 613 Chapter 613: Interrogation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Suspension without pay and a detention of 15 days if no further harms are caused; dismissal and bring him to your trial, if further harms are caused, Your Majesty,¡± Iron Axes replied immediately. ¡°Correct. You memorize it well. Do what you just said.¡± As there was no military tribunal at this point, Roland had to try cases of serious misconduct in the army by himself. In this case, Danny¡¯s behavior was apparently not so serious as to put him on a trial. ¡°In view of the upcoming great war, we¡¯ll first detain him for five days and have him serve the rest in City of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to worry about the reactions among other soldiers. This sets a good example and tells them that everybody will be subject to punishment if he breaks the rules, regardless of how great his contribution to the army is.¡± Roland paused for a moment and then continued, ¡°Of course, we won¡¯t forget what he¡¯s done for the army either. If somebody ever asks, just tell him that I have my own arrangement.¡± In fact, Roland knew that he was also partially responsible for such a wrong conductive behavior. Although he had created a premium shooting unit of 50 people, he did not separate those talented, experienced snipers from the soldiers of the ordinary gun battalion. He simply instructed all of them to serve as flanks and shoot with revolving rifles from a farther distance, for the purpose of stopping enemies who tried to sneakily enter the machine gun bunker from the marginal area. Danny, however, actually acted more like a professional sniper. He chose his position and fired based on his own judgement to eliminate the enemies who posed the greatest threats. Roland had thought about specifically forming a sniper team, and yet such a team had higher requirements for guns, ammunition and especially its team members. He had to, at the same time, keep an eye on the snipers to make sure that every one of them was proactive and productive. Perhaps, he would make some improvements in the current premium shooting unit after this war concluded. ¡°By the way, Your Majesty, the captured church¡¯s commanders have disclosed some¡­ particular information.¡± Iron Axes was carefully choosing his words. ¡°It¡¯s about the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± ¡°What¡¯s it?¡± ¡°They said the members of God¡¯s Punishment Army can¡¯t fight on their own. They can only complete the most basic mission after a commander orders them to do so.¡± Roland turned around. ¡°Really? Anything else?¡± Ashes had already told him about it, which was the reason he dared to take his armies to the north and provoke the church. If God¡¯s Punishment Warriors could fight independently, only a very few of them would be enough to cause riots across the kingdom and bring him trouble. ¡°A commander can be an ordinary person or a pure witch, and can¡¯t be changed once appointed.¡± Iron Axes recollected. ¡°Any new members of God¡¯s Punishment Army will attend a ceremony to pledge allegiance. One captive admitted that he attended such a ceremony once.¡± Roland instructed immediately. ¡°Take me to them. Also, bring Agatha.¡± ¡­ Roland met the four separately-confined captives down in the dungeon. Deepvalley Town was overall pleasantly cool and refreshing above the ground. Its underground surroundings, however, was freezing and damp. All four was blindfolded, drenched, with their hands tied behind their back. Although no visible wounds could be detected, they were all shivering. Apparently, Iron Axes had applied some unique interrogation techniques, which, as he suggested, few people could endure for one day. Yet the church¡¯s believers were not ordinary prisoners. Their ardent piety made them extremely strong. ¡°Only the two on the right are willing to speak up.¡± The man from the Sand Nation said in a low voice. ¡°One of them is the chief justice of the church, while the other is the priest in Holy City. The other two refuse to tell us anything. Of course, they don¡¯t know their friends have already confessed.¡± Not really familiar with the institution and hierarchy of the church, Roland asked directly, ¡°Who attended the ceremony where the God¡¯s Punishment Army pledges allegiance? Take him to the interrogation room.¡± The jailor soon dragged the priest to a small chamber next door. Iron Axes poured some cold water on his head to awaken him. ¡°Farat, I. have a few questions to ask you.¡± He quivered violently and started to speak feebly, ¡°I¡¯ve told you¡­ everything I know. Please kill me now.¡± The priest¡¯s voice was weak and faint as if he were in great agony. ¡°Tell me about the ceremony for the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± Farat did not respond but simply shook his head. ¡°Listen. This is the last round of the interrogation.¡± Iron Axe bent over and whispered in his ear, ¡°I¡¯ll let you go once you¡¯ve answered all the questions.¡± It took him quite a while to speak again. ¡°The ceremony¡­ is usually held in the Tower of Babel, which is only accessible to God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, the pope and commanders. Everybody¡­ must be completely silent during the process. Even the slightest sound will ruin the whole ceremony.¡± ¡°Why¡¯s that?¡± Roland questioned. ¡°Because new warriors recognize their commanders by sounds.¡± ¡°The first sound they hear?¡± ¡°It can be more than one.¡± Farat gasped. ¡°The chosen commanders will read hymns together. God¡¯s Punishment Warriors will accept everyone during that time period.¡± ¡°What about you? Are you also a commander?¡± ¡°I¡¯m responsible¡­ for a group, a group of ten God¡¯s Punishment Warriors.¡± ¡°But that ten people also need to follow the orders issued by your superior, correct?¡± The priest nodded. ¡°All the God¡¯s Punishment Armies should obey the supreme pontiff¡¯s orders.¡± ¡°That¡¯s how it works,¡± Roland thought. He had thought they commanded this unconscious army telepathically or via brainwaves, but they actually controlled them through sounds. To him, it appeared to be a very unnecessarily complex and less efficient method. Not only did soundwaves easily diminish, but there was a big chance of issuing contradictory orders as well. Either of the problems would cause confusion to the God¡¯s Punishment Army. ¡°You said once a commander is appointed, he can¡¯t be changed. What if God¡¯s Punishment Warriors lose all their commanders?¡± Agatha ventured suddenly. Hearing it was a lady, Farat was stunned. ¡°Answer!¡± Iron Axe got some more water. ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°You¡¯re lying.¡± Roland immediately received Nightingale¡¯s hint. ¡°You¡¯d better not play any tricks on us if you don¡¯t want to stay here for another half a month.¡± The priest clenched his teeth and finally said, ¡°They, they¡¯ll go to Barbarian Land themselves. That¡¯s all I know.¡± ¡°Barbarian Land?¡± Agatha echoed in surprise. ¡°It¡¯s just a hearsay¡­ Usually, when this happens, some other warriors will stop him. But¡­¡± He hesitated for a moment. ¡°It¡¯s rumored some God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, who weren¡¯t properly managed, fled to Barbarian Land many years ago, and have stayed there ever since.¡± ¡°Do you know how the God¡¯s Punishment Army is converted?¡± ¡°Well¡­ Only the supreme pontiff can host the ceremony¡­¡± ¡°When the pope retires, how does he assign his authority to control the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± ¡°I, I don¡¯t know¡­¡± Beads of perspiration started to appear on his forehead. ¡°Four hundred years ago, how was the church founded?¡± ¡°Have you heard of the name ¡®Alice¡¯? How about the Union and Taquila?¡± The priest was just irresponsive to any questions Agatha put forward afterwards. ¡°He truly doesn¡¯t know. Let¡¯s go. There¡¯s no need to continue with this interrogation anymore.¡± After receiving the confirmation from Nightingale, Roland said. When the three of them was about to leave the dungeon, Iron Axes trotted to them and asked, ¡°Your Majesty, what about these captives from the church¡­¡± ¡°Do what you¡¯ve promised earlier.¡± Chapter 614 Chapter 614: Agatha¡¯s Prediction Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When they returned to the castle, Roland turned towards Agatha and asked, ¡°Have you recalled anything?¡± ¡°Most likely, the God¡¯s Punishment Army was only successfully researched after Taquila fell completely. I don¡¯t understand it much,¡± she replied, shaking her head. ¡°But¡­ it¡¯s definitely not as simple as what the church priest said. At least, it doesn¡¯t explain how a newly-crowned pope is able to take over control of the God¡¯s Punishment Army from the previous pope.¡± ¡°Also, it¡¯s very odd that a runaway God¡¯s Punishment Army would actively advance towards the Barbarian Land.¡± Agatha continued after a brief pause, ¡°The Barbarian Land that you people speak of should be the Fertile Plains of 400 years ago. There¡¯s nothing there apart from the ruins of the holy city. And it¡¯s too far-fetched to say that they were enticed by the demons.¡± ¡°Who knows.¡± Roland casually commented. ¡°You¡¯ve also seen that their blood is blue in color. They can¡¯t be considered the same species as us.¡± He was not highly interested in what exactly attracted the God¡¯s Punishment Army. What he most wanted to know at present was their Achilles¡¯ heel, and how to effectively guard against an assault on his lines. As could be seen from the previous wave of spear throwing, the lack of fortifications made the God¡¯s Punishment Army quite threatening. ¡°If they¡¯re truly vulnerable to noise, maybe Echo¡¯s ability can¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t approve of doing this.¡± The ancient witch rejected his idea. ¡°There are a lot of risks that way.¡± ¡°Indeed, it¡¯s quite risky to sneak close to their commander, but we can¡­¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not talking about Echo.¡± Agatha interrupted his words. ¡°I¡¯m talking about you.¡± ¡°Me?¡± Roland was surprised. ¡°If Echo is to sneak up to the commander, she would need Nightingale¡¯s Mist. When so, you would be left without protection. The church would only need to send forth a pure witch with special abilities to claim your life easily,¡± she replied unhesitatingly. ¡°Although you¡¯re a normal person who¡¯s weak and powerless, we can¡¯t do without you at present if we¡¯re to defeat the demons. So, protecting you is still the most important thing to do. We can¡¯t take any kind of risk with that.¡± ¡°I really can¡¯t tell if you¡¯re praising or insulting me.¡± Roland laughed bitterly. ¡°When that time comes, I¡¯ll put on the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation.¡± ¡°The God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation is only a means of insurance. It¡¯s not a completely secure barrier.¡± Agatha stated bluntly. ¡°Even Nightingale isn¡¯t completely failsafe, but we don¡¯t have a better way.¡± ¡°As long as I¡¯m still alive, His Majesty won¡¯t come under any harm.¡± Nightingale could not restrain herself from revealing her figure. It was apparent that she did not take kindly to Agatha¡¯s words. ¡°I hope so.¡± The ancient witch did not dispute this point further. She turned to leave the study but stopped when she reached the door. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Roland asked. Agatha remained silent for a while before she replied, ¡°I don¡¯t know whether to talk about these things¡­ Her immense power aside, the reason why Lady Alice was able to become Queen of Starfall City and also the Head of the Three Chairs was that her intelligence and methods were superior to most witches. On a few occasions, her decisions saved the Union from the verge of collapse. Without her, Taquila wouldn¡¯t have survived until then. Many people believed that if she was born before the first Battle of Divine Will, she would have ended this hopeless war early on.¡± ¡°What¡¯re you trying to say?¡± She turned her head back and frowned slightly. ¡°What I mean is, the powerful warriors in whom she placed her hopes of saving the witches shouldn¡¯t have turned out this way.¡± ¡°You feel that the present God¡¯s Punishment Army may not have been the same as the one 400 years ago?¡± Roland asked in surprise. ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors aren¡¯t afraid of magic power, never panic, and are extremely powerful. They indeed seem to possess a great advantage over the demons. But¡­ they won¡¯t be able to make the decisive difference. Furthermore, they need a commander wherever they go, and don¡¯t have the ability to perform long-distance attacks. I feel that Lady Alice shouldn¡¯t place high hopes on this kind of warriors.¡± Agatha sighed. ¡°Of course, these are just my predictions. Only the church knows what exactly happened to the Union after Taquila fell.¡± A long time after she left the room, Roland was still stuck in his thoughts. Agatha¡¯s words were indeed reasonable. Was it really possible that the God¡¯s Punishment Army project, which required the Queen of Starfall City to pay such a huge price to carry out, was only intended to produce an expensive yet cumbersome killing machine? Just as he was about to head out of the castle to get some fresh air, the Sigil of Listening that Nightingale was wearing suddenly rang. ¡°This is Lightning here. My position is in the northwest, in the sky above Coldwind Ridge! I¡¯ve just observed that the enemy is now retreating. I repeat, the enemy is retreating!¡± ¡°Retreating?¡± ¡°They¡¯re all running towards the holy city, coo!¡± Maggie added. ¡°I see.¡± Roland immediately summoned a guard from outside. ¡°Inform Iron Axe, Edith, Duke Calvin and all members of the Adviser Department to report here for a meeting.¡± ¡°This is undoubtedly good news,¡± Roland thought excitedly. He had not thought that the church¡¯s army would abandon Coldwind Ridge and retreat directly to the highland of Hermes. In this way, he would have a chance to evacuate all of the townspeople before the holy city recaptured Coldwind Ridge. ¡°They¡¯re afraid.¡± Nightingale laughed. ¡°Perhaps so. But their retreat suggests that the church is unable to send out reinforcements on short notice.¡± Roland surmised while stroking his chin. ¡°Our earlier predictions weren¡¯t wrong. This contingent of more than 1,000 people was probably an advance force which the church came up with last-minute. If they don¡¯t take the initiative to attack our lines, I really don¡¯t know what to do with the church.¡± When he decided to use this tactic, he had already in a sense decided to give up Coldwind Ridge. After all, it was much closer to Hermes. Now that he had the chance to prevent the townspeople from becoming victims of the Pill of Madness, he felt considerably relieved. The relevant members quickly gathered in the reception room. Roland retold Lightning¡¯s intelligence report to them and looked around at everyone present. ¡°Are there any questions?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, why don¡¯t you guard Coldwind Ridge directly?¡± Duke Calvin asked in puzzlement. ¡°It¡¯s strategically located, and there¡¯s only one route that leads to the holy city. Isn¡¯t it more advantageous than guarding the foot of the mountain?¡± ¡°It only appears so. In reality, it¡¯s surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the slopes pass directly over its top. The enemy only needs to use a rope to infiltrate our line of defense.¡± Roland shrugged his shoulders. ¡°We¡¯ve discussed this in detail in City of Neverwinter. You can ask Edith for more specifics. Anyone else?¡± Seeing that no one responded, he issued his order. ¡°If so, the evacuation campaign will be carried out by the First Army. The grain reserves and gold royals can be left behind. Our concern is regarding the residents¡ªwhether by coercion or force, I don¡¯t want a single person to be left behind in Coldwind Ridge. In addition, the local nobles may have a better persuasive effect. I¡¯m referring particularly to the famous Pearl of the Northern Region.¡± He paused at this. ¡°Iron Axe and Edith, you two will be in charge of this matter.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°As for the Adviser Department.¡± He glanced towards Earl Eltek and the others. ¡°Your task is to assist the Duke of the Northern Region to make arrangements for the evacuated people. This will include computing the number of people, registering their identities, and finding food and lodging for them. Is that understood?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the crowd replied in unison. ¡°Excellent, let¡¯s begin immediately!¡± Roland thumped the table and exclaimed. Chapter 615 Chapter 615: Wavering Faith Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the Tower of Babel of Hermes Cathedral. The hurried footsteps of a guard spoiled the peace and quiet in the ring hall. Somewhat unhappy with this, Tayfun placed his breakfast down and glanced at the frantic comer. ¡°Is there a problem?¡± ¡°Your Eminence, something¡¯s up in Coldwind Ridge.¡± The guard moved close and whispered in Tayfun¡¯s ears. ¡°It seems that Lord Soli Daal has been badly injured over there.¡± He proceeded to explain everything that he had heard about the incident quickly. ¡°What!¡± Tayfun could not believe his own ears. ¡°Our advance force has lost more than half of its men, while Soli was seriously bloodied?¡± The old bishop grabbed the guard by the neck and asked, ¡°Where¡¯s he now?¡± ¡°Sent to the hospital.¡± ¡°How about the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± ¡°They were ordered to hold their positions and await further instructions. Right now, they¡¯re gathered in the cathedral.¡± ¡°Inform His Holiness and Lady El immediately about this matter. Also, gather and look after all those who took part in this expedition. Close the doors of the cathedral and prevent other believers from entering or leaving for now!¡± Tayfun seemed to forget about his breakfast. ¡°I¡¯ll head to the hospital straight away.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Excellency!¡± How could this happen? He could feel his heart palpitating non-stop. In principle, a 1,300-strong platoon, of which 300 were God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, should not have had problems dealing with Coldwind Ridge. Before Soli was promoted to bishop, he was a veteran chief justice, and one of His Holiness Mayne¡¯s most able subordinates. Even if they encountered demons or beasts, there should not have been so many victims! Although fear clouded his heart, the old bishop remained very clear that the most important thing to do at the moment was to block the news from leaking out, so as to prevent the believers¡¯ faith from being shaken. The next most important thing was to find out exactly what happened to Soli Daal in Coldwind Ridge. When he reached the hospital, El was already there¡ªit was evident that the latter had an alternative source of information. The two of them exchanged looks and walked together solemnly into Soli¡¯s medical room. A pure witch was tending to the archbishop¡¯s wounds. Soli was missing an arm, and the wound around the remaining flesh had been tightly dressed with cotton. When he saw the other two archbishops, his dazed eyes seemed to focus again, and he struggled to sit up. ¡°You may leave first.¡± Tayfun urged the pure witch to depart and then assisted Soli to sit up. ¡°How¡¯s your injury?¡± ¡°I want to see His Holiness!¡± Soli growled. ¡°Bring me to the Pivotal Secret Area at once!¡± ¡°Tell us what happened first,¡± El replied coldly. ¡°Only then we¡¯ll consider whether to bring you to see the pope or to throw you in jail and await trial.¡± ¡°Scoundrel, now it¡¯s not the time to quarrel.¡± Soli gnashed his teeth. ¡°Coldwind Ridge was a trap. Roland Wimbledon¡¯s firearms are much scarier than Timothy¡¯s. I have to let His Holiness know¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to be kept in the dark while covering your ass, Mister Soli Daal!¡± El raised her voice several notches. ¡°Do you know how embarrassing your return was? When passing through the city gate, anyone could see how incomplete and defeated our advance force was. People in the holy city have already begun asking questions. If I didn¡¯t get the tribunal to detain a few busybodies, the whole city will be talking about these rumors tomorrow!¡± She grabbed him by the collar. ¡°You should know how serious this will be!¡± Tayfun knew that El was perfectly right. The loss of over 100 God¡¯s Punishment Warriors was equivalent to the loss over the past two years. And the enemy this time was only a small town in the mountains. This was an absolute disgrace to the church. More critically, if the news spread, the faith of the believers would be immensely affected. Ever since the God¡¯s Punishment Army started being sent to fight demonic beasts, there had been hearsay that it was all-conquering and invincible. It even appeared so. If even the enormous and savage demonic beasts were no matches for the God¡¯s Punishment Army, what kind of enemy could defeat it? Just as Tayfun was about to give a few lines of advice, the room door was suddenly pushed open. ¡°Hope I¡¯m not late.¡± The white-haired witch, Zero, walked into the room. ¡°The pope wants to see you, and requests that you don¡¯t divulge the specific circumstances of the battle. Are you able to walk on your own?¡± ¡°Lady Zero, we can¡¯t¡­¡± El protested. Zero cut her off quickly. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The pope is only worried that the secret of the God¡¯s Punishment Army may be leaked out. After he has finished his inquiry into the matter, I¡¯ll tell you everything.¡± ¡°What secret?¡± ¡°Forgive me, but I can¡¯t say.¡± Zero laughed. ¡°Because I don¡¯t know it myself.¡± ¡°I¡­ can walk.¡± Soli struggled off the bed and took two steps before he fell down. ¡°No need to act tough.¡± The pure witch snapped her fingers, and instantly, two Trap Area guards wearing blue cloaks walked in and lifted the archbishop up. ¡°Once we¡¯re in the Pivotal Secret Area, you¡¯ll have a wheelchair to move freely in.¡± ¡°F*cking b*itch.¡± After Soli left with Zero, El spat on the ground angrily and walked straight out of the medical room. Tayfun watched grimly as the pure witch¡¯s figure slowly disappeared into the distance, and did not say a word for a long time. ¡­ As Soli walked down the stone steps to the deep abyss below the cathedral, there was a look of excitement on his face. This was the first time that he entered the core area of the church. Even his breath became shorter and hurried. ¡°How do you intend to explain the heavy losses of the God¡¯s Punishment Army to Pope Mayne?¡± After he sat down on a wheelchair, Zero personally pushed him toward the Trap Area. ¡°The defeat this time was indeed caused by my carelessness. I¡¯m willing to accept any punishment.¡± The archbishop hesitated for a moment. ¡°And, I¡­ wish to apply to His Holiness to become a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior myself.¡± ¡°Are you sure? You want to give up your archbishop position and become a minion?¡± ¡°They aren¡¯t minions!¡± Soli could not help arguing. ¡°Every God¡¯s Punishment Warrior is a brave and steadfast soldier. That¡¯s why they are willing to sacrifice their lives and fight for the glory of the church! I¡¯ve let them down and caused immeasurable loss to the church. The best way for me to compensate and make up for my mistakes is to throw myself into the fight!¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Zero shrugged her shoulders. ¡°I feel that the pope won¡¯t agree.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll do my best to persuade him. I believe that Pope Mayne will definitely¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s not the reason.¡± She shook her head. ¡°Converting into a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior requires witch blood, and every witch isn¡¯t easy to come by. Now that you¡¯ve lost an arm, your fighting ability is much weaker than before even if the conversion is successful. Do you think the pope will waste witch blood on a handicapped person?¡± ¡°What¡¯re you saying? Wait¡­ Stop!¡± As Zero pushed the wheelchair along the long corridor, she paused at the end of the Trap Area. ¡°Is there a problem?¡± ¡°The incarnation ceremony of the God¡¯s Punishment Army is a secret that only the Supreme Pontiff knows. How do you know what the ceremony requires?¡± Soli¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°It¡¯s impossible that Pope Mayne told you!¡± ¡°You¡¯re not wrong, he definitely wouldn¡¯t.¡± She waited for the guards to open the cage and calmly placed the archbishop inside the cage. ¡°But I don¡¯t need him to tell me, because¡­ I¡¯m the pope.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­ blasphemy!¡± Soli turned his head back in disbelief, only to see a beam of light heading in his direction. Chapter 616 Chapter 616: The Violent Tide Rises Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Harsh and piercing booms were everywhere. All that Zero could hear between these booms were faint cries of pain. The frontline was a vanguard formed by God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, while the backline was the slowly advancing Judgement Army. This was the ¡°Big Shield¡± formation that was rehearsed to deal with the swarm attacks of demonic beasts, but it was equally effective against crossbows and flintlocks. The iron shields, which were each only as thick as a finger, were able to deflect volleys of arrows, and could not be penetrated by Timothy¡¯s imitation flintlocks. Their only disadvantage was that they were excessively heavy, and thus only the God¡¯s Punishment Army could carry them into battle. However, this time, it lost its effectiveness. Every now and then, a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior would be split into two by iron balls that came whizzing towards him, and even the people standing behind could be struck by the same ball. Blood quickly burst out of the bodily punctures created by these balls. Those warriors who did not die on the spot would clutch on to their innards or limbs and scream in pain, unintentionally sapping the morale of their comrades who were still fighting. ¡°This can¡¯t continue. Get the God¡¯s Punishment Army to charge!¡± an assistant shouted. ¡°I agree, Lord Soli.¡± Another commander seconded while clutching his fists. ¡°These iron balls can only travel in a straight line, and can¡¯t be fired too quickly. The right thing for us to do is to spread out, and then we won¡¯t be easily targeted anymore!¡± ¡°Got it. Pass down my orders to spread out our formation and perform a full charge!¡± Zero heard Soli Daal issuing an order to attack. However, right at this moment, a new kind of weapon entered the battlefield. It sounded like an incessant sequence of raindrops, yet also like the buzz of gold daggers striking against one another. A cloud of smoke suddenly rose up in front of the charging warriors and caused them to fall on the ground like cut wheat. It was impossible for Zero to see where the attack was coming from. The commanders¡¯ faces turned white all at once. Everyone knew that the outcome of this battle was decided. Zero heard a sudden hissing sound piercing through the air. It was sharp yet cryptic, like the utterance of a viper. Danger! She turned her gaze towards the direction that the sound was coming from. She subconsciously wanted to hide from it, but quickly remembered that the body she was in did not belong to her. Unfortunately, Soli Daal did not have a fraction of her alertness. A single iron ball fell from midair and bounced on the ground directly in front of him. As it rebounded up high, it brushed across his body. Zero could only feel her vision spinning in circles before she fell on the ground. Fresh blood gushed out from Soli¡¯s shoulders. The place where his arm should be had become vacant. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from crying in pain. The people around him frantically gathered around. ¡°Your Eminence!¡± ¡°My goodness gracious, your hand¡­¡± ¡°Retreat, get all of them to retreat!¡± ¡°Bring Lord Soli away from this place, and I¡¯ll stay behind!¡± Her recollection broke off at this point. Zero opened her eyes. In front of her once again were God¡¯s stone prisms and the Pivotal Secret Temple deep underground. ¡°So that¡¯s what happened.¡± She lowered her head and grinned uncontrollably. In this case, everything makes sense now. Why Roland Wimbledon was able to become from the low-profile lord of Border Town to the new king of Graycastle; why he was able to defeat the duke¡¯s knightage and the 2nd Prince¡¯s crazed army time and time again, and was even able to seize King¡¯s City within a day¡ªthis was the reason. The continuous booms, the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air¡­ these things proved the existence of a new kind of firearm that was vastly superior to Timothy¡¯s imitation snow powder pipes. If Zero had not ¡°personally witnessed¡± it, she would never have imagined that snow powder weapons could be so powerful. Of course, she knew that it was not a secret passed down within the Wimbledon family, or else Timothy and Garcia would not be ignorant of it. Without a doubt, Roland had encountered something in Border Town which allowed him to have today¡¯s success. Another possibility was that he had mastered the ancient tricks of some secluded family¡ªever since the Union was dissolved, a few builders and designers who had aided the local people were no longer in touch. Many of them possessed specialized skills and crafts, and therefore it was possible that one of them had devised these ingenious weapons. Or, perhaps, the weapons were found in some ruins hidden deep in the Impassable Mountain Range. The historical records in the library had mentioned that there were a few strange ruins of unknown origin located around the border of Barbarian Land. In fact, it was the discovery of an underground labyrinth that had led to the eventual division of the Union. But Zero was more inclined to believe that it was the ability of some witch that gave regular snow powder such deadly power. This would also explain why Roland had changed his attitude, recruited witches in large numbers, and helped to clear the injustices they faced. ¡°Forget it, my speculation doesn¡¯t matter at all. No matter what the reason was, Roland Wimbledon knows best about it,¡± thought Zero. Zero knew that if she devoured Roland, she would get to understand everything about these weapons. ¡°Lady¡­ Zero?¡± The guard captain standing at the cage exit asked worriedly, having not heard a sound from her for a long time. Zero suppressed the excitement in her heart and waited until the grin on her face completely disappeared before she walked unhurriedly out of the cage. ¡°I¡¯m fine. Inform the intelligence agency to call back all of the pure witches that are still in Kingdom of Dawn.¡± ¡°All?¡± The captain seemed astonished. ¡°But the plan that you lay down before¡­¡± ¡°The decisive battle is about to begin,¡± Zero explained slowly. ¡°I want to see everyone.¡± There was no question that compared to Roland¡¯s knowledge, the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s situation was insignificant. ¡°So powerful, such an amazing range of fire, and able to be used by anyone.¡± Zero could understand its importance just by thinking about it. If this weapon could be mass assembled before the Bloody Moon arrived, the Holy City¡¯s chances of defeating the demons would be significantly increased. As for herself, she would be able to move one step closer to the divine will. ******************* Deepvalley Town, the Northern Region of Kingdom of Graycastle. After dinner, Iffy returned to her bedroom in the castle and immediately let out an uncontrollable yawn. In the past fortnight, apart from executing the Tooth Extraction Campaign, there was also no time for rest after reaching the small town. She not only had to assist the First Army in guarding their camp, but also then followed Edith and her entourage to Coldwind Ridge to resettle the local residents. Although she was extremely busy, she felt that her life was rather meaningful like this. After her mood calmed down, she realized that the non-combat witches indeed possessed their own unique strengths. She also began to feel that aside from her abilities, she was not really different from most normal people. As observed from her daily interactions with people, she was slowly being accepted by the members of the Witch Union. While she was performing a vigilance task, Maggie even said hello to her for the first time ever¡ªdespite Lightning looking unhappy about it. Iffy did not expect them to forgive her, and instead, she hoped to make up for her wrongdoings through action. In fact, she did not care whether she could ultimately become a sister to them. She only focused on atonement. Atonement for her one and only friend, Annie. Just as she was about to go to bed, someone knocked on her door. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see that it was the leader of Sleeping Island, Lady Tilly Wimbledon. ¡°I wish to talk to you about the Bloodfang Association.¡± Tilly sighed softly. ¡°As well as Heidi Morgan and¡­ Annie.¡± Chapter 617 Chapter 617: The Rose of Coldwind Ridge Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Iffy silently listened as Tilly explained the whole story of the founding of the Bloodfang Association, as well as Heidi Morgan¡¯s real intention. When she heard that Annie was given to the noble by Skyflare, she felt as if something was squeezing her heart. ¡°Heidi¡­ where¡¯s she now?¡± ¡°She has been served her due punishment.¡± Ashes, who was standing behind Tilly, answered. ¡°During the arrest, Skyflare attempted to resist and thus had gone down the same path as Heidi.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ thank you,¡± Iffy said softly. She unclenched her fists involuntarily and suddenly felt at a loss. Even though those who were responsible for all of this had got what they deserved, she could still not feel at ease. Instead, now that there was no more revenge to exact, she felt purposeless. Furthermore, as the only person involved who was not punished, she felt even more guilt. ¡°I hope you can help Sleeping Island to get back on the right track,¡± Tilly said after a period of silence. ¡°Like you, the surviving members of the Bloodfang Association were also deceived and framed by Heidi. They should not be implicated and discriminated against. While the combat witches were wrong to bully the assistant witches, it wouldn¡¯t be right to bully them in return.¡± Iffy nodded without too much hesitation and said, ¡°I¡¯m willing to help you, Lady Tilly.¡± Tilly seemed a little surprised, as though she did not expect Iffy to reply so promptly. ¡°It¡¯s great that you¡¯re willing.¡± ¡°What should I do?¡± ¡°Talk to the other members of the Bloodfang Association about your story with Annie. I¡¯ll tell everyone about Heidi¡¯s crime,¡± Tilly replied. ¡°After the church is completely wiped out, I¡¯ll send people to Wolfheart to find the witches imprisoned by the noble. If they¡¯re still alive, Roland will rescue them.¡± ¡°I see.¡± She was determined to do her best in anything that could lighten her sin. ¡°Are you¡­ alright?¡± Tilly suddenly stooped down and rubbed Iffy¡¯s cheeks. The latter immediately felt a warm feeling spread out across her face. ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± She blinked her eyes a few times. ¡°I¡¯m just feeling a little¡­ tired already.¡± Tilly gazed at her silently for a long while. ¡°Don¡¯t be too upset. Get a good rest.¡± Iffy only lay down on her bed after the two witches¡¯ footsteps could no longer be heard. She did not cry. ¡°This is just my body¡¯s natural response,¡± she told herself. It was neither sorrow nor cowardice. It was simply proof that she missed Annie. Tears flowed faster and faster. ******************* Roland sat in front of his desk reading through the Adviser Department¡¯s evacuation statistical reports. He had not read under lamplight for a long time and thus felt not used to it. He once thought that he had brought civilization close to modernity, but now in Deepvalley Town, everything was back to square one. There were no showers, no scented soap, no electric light¡­ this place was not much better than Border Town when he first arrived there. The beginnings of industrialization had only just sprung up in the Western Region. He still had much work to do before chimneys and boilers became common throughout the kingdom. Roland placed the reports down. Just as he was going to rub his eyes, a soft pair of invisible hands reached out to his forehead and massaged it softly. ¡°Thanks.¡± He tilted his head and mouthed before he continued to read through the reports. When Barov was not around, Sir Eltek took up the role of office assistant very well. At least, he did excellently in computing statistics and preparing reports, and was nearly as good as the staff in the city hall who had received specialized training. ¡°How many people here are willing to go to the Western Region?¡± ¡°At least 70 percent, Your Majesty,¡± Eltek replied. ¡°Coldwind Ridge is not really a suitable place to live. I have asked the duke about this, and he told me that if it wasn¡¯t to monitor the whereabouts of the church, there wouldn¡¯t even be a town there. The remaining 30 percent are mostly people who have their own farmland or factories in the Northern Region.¡± ¡°Okay, great. You may now begin the planning. Try not to let the ships return empty. Have them bring along a number of people every time, so that more people may go earlier to the Western Region.¡± ¡°But, over at Duke Calvin¡¯s side¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll explain it to him.¡± Roland drank a mouthful of tea. ¡°Anyway, after the war ends, no matter whether we win or lose, there¡¯ll be no need to station people at Coldwind Ridge anymore¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong, Your Majesty?¡± Eltek asked. ¡°No¡­ nothing.¡± Just after he said ¡°whether we win or lose¡±, Nightingale abruptly covered his mouth softly so that he held back those words. ¡°Anyway, just do as I say and it¡¯ll be fine.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Just as Eltek was about to leave, a personal bodyguard, Sean, opened the door and walked in. ¡°Your Majesty Roland, there¡¯s a woman outside the castle who wants to see you. After she was stopped by the guards, she knelt on the ground and vowed never to leave until she sees you.¡± ¡°Now?¡± He subconsciously took a look out of the window. The entire town was in the midst of a quiet night. ¡°Yes. It seems that she deliberately chose to come at this time. I have seen her twice before in the castle area during daytime. And¡­¡± Sean paused and hesitated. ¡°She claims that she¡¯s Mrs. Wimbledon.¡± After hearing this reply, Roland nearly choked on his own saliva. ¡°Impossible!¡± As far as he knew, the fourth Prince had never been to the Northern Region before. When the woman walked into the study, Roland was impressed. Her looks were not particularly outstanding, but her facial features possessed a peculiar charm. Her small and thin body had an inexplicable sense of steadiness and gentleness about it. To use a common expression, she was obviously not big in size but looked like a very capable housewife. The mud on her long dress even more brought out this blend of femininity and strength. ¡°Dear Your Majesty.¡± The woman curtsied and greeted. ¡°Olivia of Coldwind Ridge pays her respects.¡± ¡°May I know what you mean by Mrs. Wimbledon?¡± Roland went straight to his question. ¡°I heard from my guard that you deliberately waited until night to enter the castle? Are you clear about the consequence of using this name for deception?¡± ¡°Pardon me, Your Majesty. If I didn¡¯t do so, you won¡¯t even see me.¡± She bit her teeth. ¡°I can¡¯t be considered your elder brother¡¯s real wife, but we were once in love.¡± As expected, it was just a fraud. ¡°Wait¡­¡± Roland suddenly shook. ¡°What did she say? My elder brother?¡± ¡°You mean Timothy?¡± She shook her head. ¡°Gerald?¡± Olivia¡¯s face reddened, and she immediately knelt on the floor. ¡°I know that Gerald had designs on the throne, but he¡¯s now dead¡­ Your Majesty, can you please help me on his behalf? I beg you!¡± Chapter 618 Chapter 618: A Posthumous Child Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Hearing what Olivia said, Roland could not help sighing with mixed emotions. It was not a complicated story. When Gerald Wimbledon had served as the commander of the frontier guards, he had made his customary visits to Coldwind Ridge during each year¡¯s Months of Demons to assist the church in fighting against demons. In one of his stays here, he had met a bar girl called Olivia in a tavern and fallen in love with her. Given Olivia¡¯s status, it had been impossible for Gerald to marry her or make public their relationship. In the end, he had secretly bought a residence in the town as their love nest. Roland could not judge from the story whether it was true love or not, but he knew from Prince Roland¡¯s memories that Gerald had indeed refused marriage alliance with other nobles and had had no other lovers in King¡¯s City. As what Gerald had done was quite incredible for an adult prince, there was even a rumor remembered by Prince Roland that Prince Gerald was a homo. The content of the encrypted letter that was presented by Olivia was even more incredible. According to the bar girl, Gerald had determined to make her his queen, and instead of just paying lip service, he had even written it down. If the written evidence had leaked out, King Wimbledon III would have given Gerald a really hard time. Good times had not lasted long for Olivia. Quickly after the news that Timothy had sentenced Gerald to death had reached the Northern Region, her quiet life had come to an end and miseries weighed on her life continuously. The guards left by Gerald had left without saying goodbye and then her house had been burgled. With no source of income, she had had to go back to work as a bar girl in the tavern again. Yet her bad times was not over. The owner of the tavern was still bitter about her sudden leave before and started to paw her now and then. He even coerced her to sleep with him. During the most recent six months, Olivia¡¯s life was terrible. The owner¡¯s wife did not dare to complain in the owner¡¯s face, so she vented all her anger on Olivia. The owner often ignored what had happened, and sometimes even joined his wife in bullying and humiliating Olivia. Roland would never criticize her for being weak-minded, as it was not surprising to him at all that she submitted to the unjust treatment. As a helpless ordinary woman, she had to face the biggest challenge in her life now, which was surviving. As for the disappearance of the guards and the following theft, Roland thought that it was not a coincidence. Given that the thief had been able to break into her house precisely when she had been away and had easily spotted the place where she had hidden her money, it must be an inside job. ¡°So what can I do for you?¡± Roland asked Olivia. He decided to help her. It was not because of Gerald, a person who he had never met and could even be considered a half enemy based on Prince Roland¡¯s memory, but because Roland just wanted to help this remarkable woman who had endured such a misfortune but still waited patiently for a chance to save herself. Besides, for Roland now, helping her was a simple task. He did not covet his elder brother¡¯s wife as one would expect. He swore! ¡°I want to leave the tavern¡­ Your Majesty. Could you find a new job for me?¡± Olivia answered in a low voice. ¡°Are you sure you still want to stay in the Northern Region? If the owner of the tavern can¡¯t forget about you, he won¡¯t let you off easily. You can go to the Western Region by ship. You¡¯ll get a job, food and even a house there,¡± Roland said while spreading out his hands. He did not want to degrade himself by getting involved in a civil dispute like this. After a little hesitation, Olivia replied in an even lower voice, ¡°Your Majesty¡­ I, I want to stay here.¡± ¡°I think she¡¯s afraid of you. As an ordinary woman, she¡¯s at least half as beautiful as Edith. It makes sense for the tavern owner to drool over her,¡± Nightingale whispered in Roland¡¯s ear. Roland said in silence, ¡°Nonsense.¡± After talking to Nightingale with the lip language, he nodded to Olivia and said, ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll tell Duke Calvin to fetch you to City of Evernight. It¡¯s getting late now, Sean can find a hotel for you to sleep tonight.¡± ¡°I shall never forget your kindness, Your Majesty.¡± She knelt down again and said, ¡°But¡­ I have to go back tonight.¡± ¡°It¡¯s up to you,¡± Roland raised his eyebrow and said. He turned to Sean and ordered. ¡°Give this lady a ride.¡± When Olivia reached the door, Roland suddenly asked, ¡°By the way, do you have¡­ any child with Gerald?¡± She seemed startled and after a while answered, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty¡­ I didn¡¯t have any child to carry on his family name.¡± ¡­ After she left with the guard, Nightingale stepped out of the Mist and said, ¡°Her last sentence is a lie.¡± ¡°Uhm, I know.¡± Roland twitched his mouth and said. ¡°She isn¡¯t a good liar, and that explains why she was forced by the tavern owner.¡± ¡°For the kid?¡± ¡°The owner must know that it was Prince Gerald Wimbledon who took her away. He was also clear about what would happen to the kid if Timothy found out the truth. To protect the kid she had with Gerald, she had to do what the owner wanted. I¡¯d guess that¡¯s probably the case.¡± ¡°Do you need me to investigate it for you?¡± Nightingale asked. Roland stared at Nightingale for a long time and then summoned up a meaningful smile gradually curl his lips. He said, ¡°Are you worried that I¡¯m planning to bury this secret forever like Timothy? Relax, I won¡¯t harm innocent people. Even the family members of Duke Ryan are still under a house arrest in City of Neverwinter.¡± A feudal ruler would spare no one in his enemy¡¯s family but Roland did not like this idea of collective punishment, let alone killing a bastard child of a civilian woman, who apparently was not a threat to the throne. ¡°No matter what you say, I¡¯ll carry out your commands,¡± Nightingale said slowly. ¡°I see. Well¡­ give me a massage now,¡± Roland took her hand and placed it on his shoulder and said. ******************* Olivia went back to her wooden cabin which was built for immigrants. Her footsteps woke up the sleeping baby. ¡°Wah-wah-wah.¡± The baby cried. The tavern owner¡¯s wife immediately started to shout in the next room. ¡°Damn it, make him shut up! Otherwise, I¡¯ll put him down in the toilet and dump him into Soundless River!¡± ¡°I, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯ll quiet him down right away.¡± Neglecting the coolness of the night in Deepvalley Town, Olivia hurriedly took off her dirt-stained dress and held the baby in her arms. The baby instantly pressed close to her, skillfully searching for the nipple. She finally let out a sigh of relief. She felt lucky, as she was right about the tavern owner who had not come back yet. Since they left Coldwind Ridge, he had become more and more ill-tempered. He spent most of his time in the local taverns and gambling houses, and seldom touched her. That was why Olivia had the chance to slip out of the cabin in the evening to ask Gerald¡¯s younger brother for help. She did not dare to tell Roland that she had a child with Gerald or to go to the Western Region which was under complete control of the king. She was afraid that His Majesty would not want this child to exist. When that happened, she would be unable to protect her child anymore. Olivia gently touched the baby¡¯s head. In the dim moonlight, she could see gray hair on his head, which was the feature of the Wimbledon family. She felt it was a great pity that Gerald had not got the chance to meet his own child. She had not known that she was pregnant with the prince¡¯s child until she had received his letter in Coldwind Ridge. After being fed, the baby happily hummed and fell asleep again. Olivia lowered her head to kiss the baby on his forehead. She made up her mind to raise him up alone, no matter what she had to sacrifice. Chapter 619 Chapter 619: An Unstoppable Path (Part ¢ñ) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The red bricks and gray tiles of the cathedral gradually came into Isabella¡¯s sight, as her ship was slowly approaching the old Holy City. It looked fairly prosaic. Unlike the new cathedral on the plateau, it did not have a magnificent chapel or a lofty building similar to the Tower of Babel. It might even be smaller than the churches located in the capitals of the Four Kingdoms. Despite that, in the heart of most believers, this old cathedral together with the cloisters, the Hall of Military Affairs and the Hall of Arbitration formed the palace of deities on the ground. They considered this old cathedral the source of the church and the beginning of everything. Isabella, however, rejected this saying. She knew that the real place of origin for the church located inside the high mountains behind the old cathedral and that the truth was always kept as a secret from the believers. As for the old Holy City? It was just built to cover the secret. After the sailing ship was anchored off by the dock, Isabella walked down the trestle bridge alone with light bags. Seeing this, the guard who came from Pivotal Secret Area to fetch her was taken by surprise and asked, ¡°My Lady, where are the other pure witches?¡± ¡°They¡¯ll come one or two days later. I know His Holiness is rushing for us to return, but they still need some time to make some arrangements,¡± she shrugged and replied. ¡°But Lady Zero said¡­¡± ¡°She wanted to see everyone.¡± Isabella interrupted the guard. ¡°I knew, but she didn¡¯t say that she wanted to see all of us at the same time.¡± She was puzzled by the recall order. Requiring all the pure witches to come back to Holy City would apparently ruin the plan to control Kingdom of Dawn. Without the medicine, the king would die in endless sleep. She could not think of a reason for Zero¡¯s abrupt change of plan, nor did she receive any explanation in the order. ¡°She¡¯s getting more and more like a real pope,¡± Isabella thought, feeling a little unhappy. Nevertheless, she had to still hit the road as soon as she had received the command. It had taken her a whole week to rush back to Hermes. She turned around to ask the guard while boarding the cart, ¡°By the way, do you know what happened in Holy City?¡± ¡°The advance force of the church fought a battle against the army of Kingdom of Graycastle at the foot of Coldwind Ridge,¡± the guard hesitated for a while and answered, ¡°and I think you¡¯d better ask Lady Zero for the details.¡± ¡°Did¡­ the advance force lose?¡± The guard slightly nodded to her without saying anything. He quickly left to mount a war-horse and then shouted to the coachman, ¡°Let¡¯s go!¡± Inside the carriage, Isabella let the curtains down and she was lost in her thought. There were certainly many God¡¯s Punishment Warriors in the advance force, as top leaders of the church only reacted when there¡¯s a heavy loss to God¡¯s Punishment Army. God¡¯s Punishment Warriors aren¡¯t immortals. They¡¯ll also suffer from heavy casualties, facing the harms more than they can bear. Since the church launched the attack at Kingdom of Everwinter, Holy City has already lost nearly 100 of them. I thought Zero had already got used to this situation, but maybe I was wrong. What a heavy loss could it be in this battle, which led to Zero¡¯s decision to recall all the pure witches. The coach traveled through the busy streets of the old Holy City and came to a battalion near the cliffs of the Impassable Mountain Range. Like the cathedral, this place was also heavily secured. Isabella got off the coach and stepped into a tunnel which was cut into the cliffs. She passed through many iron gates, walking into the mountain. In the cold light of the God¡¯s Stone prism, the towering silhouette of Pivotal Secret Temple was presented in front of her. Guided by the guard, she directly went up to the library on the top floor. When she opened the door of the circular hall, the present pope was standing by the window and looking out, who seemed lost in thought. ¡°What¡¯s this sticky business that makes you forget about Kingdom of Dawn?¡± Isabella came up to Zero and whistled to her. ¡°No matter what it is, why don¡¯t we leave Gentlewoman and Blackveil there to stabilize the situation?¡± Zero did not answer her question. Instead, she pointed down to the people, asking, ¡°What do you think they look like?¡± Isabella frowned and asked, ¡°Is that related to what I¡¯m asking?¡± Zero ignored Isabella¡¯s question again and said, ¡°Those humble, ignorant people are on the go all day long without knowing what for, just like ants. Maybe that¡¯s also how deities think of us¡­ We devote ourselves to bloody wars and then die on the battlefields, knowing nothing about the cause of this situation. Only standing on the top will give one a view of the whole world. Fortunately, now I get one more step closer to Divine Will again.¡± ¡°What¡­ is your point?¡± ¡°As long as I can devour the new king of Kingdom of Graycastle, my chance of winning the Battle of Divine Will will significantly increase.¡± Zero smiled, her eyes were shining with an unusual excitement. ¡°I somehow feel that¡­ it¡¯s deities who send him to me.¡± After a moment of silence, Isabella said in a deep voice, ¡°I just want to know how many God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were killed in the battle at the foot of Coldwind Ridge.¡± ¡°150 were killed on the battlefield and 11 died on the way back to Hermes. However, the enemy hadn¡¯t even got a scratch. Neither big shields nor spear throwers could break through the defense line of Roland¡¯s army,¡± Zero said while staring at Isabella with her gleaming eyes. Isabella¡¯s heart vibrated in a sudden and her mind was in a tumult. ¡°How come the God¡¯s Punishment Army suffered even a heavier loss in this single battle than it did in the battles during the Months of Demons and the actions of capturing Kingdom of Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart? What makes the Prince of Kingdom of Graycastle so incredibly powerful?¡± The witches? The knights? No, not them. Even a mountainous Fearful Beast of Hell will die when it¡¯s besieged by God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. How did he manage to do this? ¡°A dreadful snow powder weapon,¡± Zero said as if she saw through Isabella¡¯s mind. ¡°Even mortals could operate this kind of weapons. They could shoot targets a thousand steps away. They broke the armors plates and iron shields, and they¡¯re firing non-stop. Our warriors became easy targets for them.¡± After hearing the process of the battle, Isabella took a deep breath and the look on her face was uncertain. After a long while, she said, ¡°So, you¡¯ve lost.¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed a defeat for the church, and Soli Daal took the enemy too lightly¡­¡± Isabella suddenly interrupted and said, ¡°No, I didn¡¯t mean the battle. Do you remember? You told me only the winner was the deities¡¯ chosen one, and now you¡¯re clearly not the one.¡± ¡°You think¡­ Roland Wimbledon is the one who can win the Divine¡¯s Smile instead of me?¡± Zero peacefully asked. Isabella could not help but raise her voice, arguing, ¡°Don¡¯t forget about our goal! We must defeat the demons in order to enable mankind to survive. I don¡¯t care whether the church is the one to realize that goal! Given what happened during that battle, it¡¯s clear that even if you pool all your strength to defeat and devour Roland, it¡¯ll do no good to our goal. His army and witches will be slaughtered, God¡¯s Punishment Army will also suffer a heavy loss and in less than half a year Months of Demons will arrive again!¡± For one split second, Isabella thought Zero was going to kill her, but Zero did not react until she finished. ¡°So what do you want me to do?¡± The pope asked softly after a long silence. Chapter 620 Chapter 620: An Unstoppable Path (Part ¢ò) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Tell Roland Wimbledon our goal, the truth about Battles of Divine Will during this 400 years and the secret of the church¡­ No, I mean secret of the Witch Union,¡± Isabella said explicitly. Since Zero became the pope, all the pure witches who belonged to the Pivotal Secret Temple had been able to come to this library and know the true facts about Battles of Divine Will. ¡°What if he doesn¡¯t believe us?¡± ¡°He will! Bring him to the Illusion Room in the Reflection Church. He¡¯ll believe everything we say!¡± ¡°Or, he¡¯ll consider it a trick of the witches. Are you sure he¡¯ll devote all his time to fighting demons, once he knows the truth about the Union?¡± Zero said slowly. Isabella was stunned. She opened her mouth but failed to say anything. ¡°Both of us know those nobles very well. They¡¯re interested the most in expanding their domains, increasing their wealth and enjoying their lives. Maybe they¡¯ll lead their people to fight against demons when the Bloody Moon arrives, but how can you be sure that the dandy prince will fight till death facing an adverse forecast?¡± Zero held Isabella¡¯s hand and walked with her to the roundtable at the side and continued, ¡°Isabella, he¡¯s just a fragile, weak mortal. His life is short and his willpower will vanish as time goes on. A common cold plague can easily end his life. Even if he believes in us and chooses to fight to his death against demons with the Union, nobody can promise that his people and successors will do the same thing. Are they willing to give up all their comforts and pool all resources of the kingdom to fight such an endless, brutal war? Only the church can do this, as our believers have a strong faith in deities and in us.¡± ¡°At least¡­ We should first send a messenger to talk to him.¡± Zero shook her head and said, ¡°Negotiations can¡¯t solve problems like this. Indeed, devouring Roland will cause heavy loss to Hermes, but giving in to a secular lord will also crumble the people¡¯s belief in the church and destroy Holy City. Roland won¡¯t spare us or our God¡¯s Punishment Army as a way of stabilizing his own witch organization. These two choices aren¡¯t very different in terms of the outcome. Given that, why do you rest your hope on a mortal man?¡± Isabella hesitated. She saw the point of Zero¡¯s argument. Fighting against the prince would probably lead to a lose-lose scenario, but surrendering to him could not prevent Roland from seeking revenge for his witches. If he did so, the church would pay a heavy price and things seemed to return to the beginning. Zero continued to say, ¡°The knowledge of weapons isn¡¯t exclusive to a mortal, but a mortal can never have a body like that of a witch. Winning each Battle of Souls, I¡¯ll get my opponents¡¯ knowledge and lifespan. I¡¯ll stay energetic and determined for all my life and I¡¯ll be able to prevent our efforts from being ruined by later generations, no matter how long Battle of Divine Will will last. In the past 200 years, I¡¯ve witnessed too many talented people being consumed by the time. No matter how brave and brilliant they were when they were young, they would become dust in the end. This fact alone suggests that I¡¯m much better than him.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°And most importantly, I¡¯m the deities¡¯ chosen one, Isabella. No matter who¡¯s my opponent, I¡¯ve never lost a battle. Thousands of souls absorbed by me can testify!¡± Zero emphasized the fact that could not be controverted. Isabella heaved a long sigh. She was persuaded. ¡°Well, what¡¯s your plan? If we can¡¯t get close enough to him, I can¡¯t eliminate the effect of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation for you.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget about High-Level Sigils left by the Union,¡± Zero answered with a chuckle. ¡°No one can use ¡®Divine Will¡¯¡­ and ¡®Infinite¡¯ is a one-time sigil. Are you sure that you¡¯re going to use it for this?¡± Isabella said, frowning. ¡°It¡¯ll turn the tables on Roland. It¡¯s not a waste to use it on ordinary people or demons, as long as it can ensure our victory,¡± Zero said with finality. ¡°I¡¯ll exhaust all my magic power. It¡¯s not a good feeling at all,¡± Isabella twitched her mouth and said. Zero nodded, adding, ¡°And, you¡¯ll faint. Yet it won¡¯t do any harm to your body. Once I can approach Roland Wimbledon, the war will end soon.¡± ¡°If you lose, we¡¯re finished.¡± Zero disapproved Isabella¡¯s guess, saying, ¡°I never lose. When you wake up, you should be lying in the bedroom of the cathedral.¡± With these words, Zero poured a cup of red tea for Isabella and comforted her. ¡°I know you¡¯re still hesitating, but don¡¯t forget you¡¯re raised by me. I chose you as His Holiness O¡¯Brien¡¯s pure witch after your awakening and taught you knowledge and combat skills. You know my strength and my determination to defeat demons better than anyone. Generally speaking, I¡¯m the better one to lead human beings in the coming Battle of Divine Will.¡± ¡°Well¡­ I hope so.,¡± Isabella took a sip of tea and said, ¡°but according to the books, ¡®Infinite¡¯ is not really limitless, and the magic power can only remain effective for a short time when you¡¯re in the soul form. If you fail to catch him, you won¡¯t have another chance.¡± ¡°So what we need to do first is to find him,¡± Zero said with a smile. ******************* ¡°Finish reloading!¡± ¡°Angle 22, pitch 13, fire!¡± Immediately after the order, the 152mm Stronghold Cannon set at the very back of the battle line gushed out bright orange flames and a strong airflow which kicked up the dirt and dust in the front into the air. Roland could still hear the deep roar of the cannon with his ears plugged. The soldiers were tiptoeing and stretched their necks to look at the distant mountains, but they still could not see the falling point this time. ¡°This is Lightning speaking, the shell landed at¡­ almost the middle part of the slope.¡± The little girl¡¯s report came to him through the Sigil of Listening. ¡°Good, mark it down,¡± Roland replied. He was busy with directing a long-range shooting amending of two new fatal weapons, he started after all the residents of Coldwind Ridge left. As it cost a lot to make these ultra-long-range cannons, he won¡¯t let his artillerymen shoot them after spotting the enemy, thus creating the first beyond visual range strike in this era. Roland was clear that he could not rely on the soldiers to correct the angle of the cannon according to the position of the target, so he used this basic shooting amending method. He recorded the point of fall and angles of the cannon for each shooting after the shell landed on the slope. With these recordings, Lightning would report the file number to the artillerymen once she found enemy stepping into the shooting range of the cannon in a battle, and then the artillerymen would adjust the cannon accordingly and fire directly. These two Stronghold Cannons were enough to give a crushing blow to the enemy when they were moving down the mountain. Chapter 621 Chapter 621: Sleepless Night Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°This is simply¡­ God¡¯s Punishment.¡± Iron Axe sighed. ¡°They can only be passively attacked as they can¡¯t even see the shadow of their opponents. There¡¯s no way for the ordinary enemies to complete the mountain path with the gunfire on their heads.¡± Witnessing the power of howitzer, the chief commander of the First Army naturally knew the amazing effect when it fell within a densely gathered marching platoon. The first shell landed as far as five kilometers away in front of the battlefield. The enemy was running madly throughout the way, or consuming all their energy before the war, or moving forward fearlessly with the incomplete platoon to the battlefield. Of course, the most likely scenario was dispersing in an uproar and turning into escape instead of marching in. ¡°Unfortunately all the enemy we have to face is not normal,¡± Roland smiled and said, ¡°and not to mention that there¡¯s only a limited amount of shells, otherwise, we can easily wipe out the enemy with the two Longsong Cannons.¡± As Longsong Cannon was firing with the complete ammunition, the firing speed was as high as eight shots per minute. The firing efficiency could definitely be considered as an absolute insanity in this era. Since the alchemist from King¡¯s City moved into Neverwinter with a large batch of apprentices, the production of double base propellant had been rising steadily, and the number of shells had become the biggest limitation¡ªthe fuze trigger could only be manually produced by Anna currently, and its extremely precise mechanical structure had restricted the production of howitzer. ¡°Your Majesty, all the 20 cannons have been completely fired,¡± Van¡¯er, the battalion commander reported after several repeating fires. ¡°A total of six valid target data was obtained, and most of them were roughly distributed in the second half of the mountain road.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good. That¡¯s all for today.¡± Roland nodded. Afterall, the test shells required customized production. Although it was utilizing the solid bullet, the shape and counterweight were exactly like the grenade with the fuze installed¡ªonly Anna could handle such an exquisite task, so she would make time to produce a certain amount of test bullets every day for the Artillery Battalion test shooting purposes. ¡°Do you need to go anywhere else to have a look?¡± Iron Axe asked. ¡°No, I¡¯ll go back to the camp first, and you continue to arrange the training for the soldiers,¡± Roland contemplated for a moment before he shook his head and said. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± he bowed and said. Returning to the campsite, Roland sighed extensively while leaning back against the couch. He realized that there was nothing much left for him to do, or perhaps, he had done what he could and the rest could only depend on the fate. The church finally responded five days ago. According to Maggie¡¯s report, the city door of Holy City was opened, and countless men and horses gushed out from the city, heading towards Coldwind Ridge in an orderly line. Looking down from the sky, the shining silver armors of the warriors looked like a river of striking waving light flowing through the Impassable Mountain Range. At the same time, the spy placed around the area of the old Holy City and Hermes highlands had sent a secret letter, stating that the scale of action of the church was unprecedented, even the crowd in the city activities was dramatically decreased. Obviously, the enemy was swarming over. After receiving the news, Roland immediately rushed to the front line. And his arrival had boosted the morale of the First Army to the maximum, the war that decided the future of both parties was approaching. There were more than 4,000 elite soldiers: one team of reserved knights offered by Duke of the Northern Region, the preliminary investigation group organized by Lightning and Maggie, Sylvie¡¯s fire guide that never missed, and the combat witch who scattered around the campsite. It should be a complete preparation. Even the movement of the church was totally in accordance with the battle plan formulated by the Adviser Department, and the residents in Coldwind Ridge were evacuated. Thus, even if the enemy intended to use Berserk Pills, they would only consume the believers in Holy City or the forced residents in the other kingdom. The opening was considered pretty perfect. However, Roland was a little worried. He was worried about the pure witches. It was still unknown for the form they would appear to be and in what capacity would they intervene in this battle. In order to prevent the casualties caused by the enemy¡¯s sneak attack, the witches in the front line had to be very cautious these few days. They were all gathered in a hall. Sylvie and Nightingale were divided into two groups to take a turn on night watch. The entire camp would be awakened by Echo¡¯s siren once the magic reaction was encountered. As a result, the church had not taken any further action other than sending soldiers to take over Coldwind Ridge. Roland did not even see any pure witch. He was not sure whether the enemy was planning an earth-shattering conspiracy, or simply disdained to disturb, and planning to crushed him into pieces on the official battlefield. Anyway, all he could do now was to continue to wait. ¡­ Roland was lying on the bed early after dinner. However, he could not fall asleep until the bright moonlight was shining through the window slit onto his bedside. He put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Nightingale who was staying outside the house immediately flashed over to him. ¡°Is there anything wrong, unable to fall asleep?¡± ¡°Slightly, it¡¯s probably due to too much straw below the bed.¡± Roland rubbed his neck and pulled out a wheat leave from his clothes. ¡°It feels like something is poking my back when I lie on it.¡± ¡°I feel the same.¡± Andrea who was on the same early midnight team agreed. ¡°Not to mention moving a big comfortable bed over but at least it should be layered with two extra silk pads. Duke of the Northern Region is too stingy.¡± ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, we¡¯re at war, not on an outing,¡± Ashes angrily said, ¡°It¡¯s considered good to have a shelter, don¡¯t be so demanding.¡± ¡°Of course, it makes no difference for someone who has thick and rough skin.¡± ¡°It¡¯s better than being weak and fragile.¡± ¡°I think we¡¯ll need to have another duel to see who the weak and fragile one is.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll understand after we finish with the church.¡± ¡°Hold on¡­ Can I place a bet?¡± Shavi put her hand up and said. Nightingale pulled Roland aside and said, ¡°Don¡¯t bother about them, it¡¯s a nightly routine.¡± Roland shook his head while smiling. ¡°I would not put them together if I knew it earlier.¡± Due to the fact that Nightingale¡¯s scope of investigation was far smaller than that of Sylvie, the combat mission of the early midnight team was handed over to the three poker players group. They would be the strongest offensive group with Nightingale. While those who were arranged for the late midnight team were mainly defensive-based. The members were Agatha, Breeze and Iffy, no one could manage and block the enemy better. ¡°What about the others? Can they adapt?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Sisters from Witch Cooperation Association aren¡¯t as picky as you are,¡± Nightingale blinked and said, ¡°and they had experienced the days without shelter and food during their escape, so they could simply close their eyes and fall sleep in this situation.¡± ¡°Well, looks like I¡¯m the most impatient one¡­¡± Roland sat on the step and kept quiet for quite a while, looking up at the stars and finally said, ¡°What will we do when all these come to an end?¡± Nightingale sat beside him and said, ¡°You¡¯re getting nervous, aren¡¯t you?¡± Roland touched his nose in guilt and said, ¡°I¡¯m just being a little emotional. If we can¡¯t defeat the church¡­¡± He then thought, ¡± Will Neverwinter continue to run under the current order? Will the kingdom be completely devoured by the church, or will it return to the previous path of the noble ownership? And what about Anna and the rest of the witches¡­ Can they really safely flee to Sleeping Islands?¡± He had devoted to forging the land and developed a strong feeling towards the people unconsciously. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Nightingale held onto his hand and softly said. ¡°As I mentioned before¡­ You won¡¯t be hurt as long as I¡¯m still alive,¡± she paused and said, ¡°not to mention that our story has just started.¡± Chapter 622 Chapter 622: The Flames of Thunder Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland had just come to the command post with his breakfast when he received Maggie¡¯s report in the next morning. ¡°The church is on the way, coo!¡± Her nervous voice could be heard from the magic stone. ¡°A team has left Coldwind Ridge and it¡¯s moving forward to the defense line, coo!¡± ¡°How many of them?¡± ¡°One, two, three¡­ five of them in total!¡± Roland who was preparing for the frontline battle conference sat back down and said, ¡°What? Five?¡± ¡°They¡¯re dressed in shimmery armors, holding the Holy City¡¯s flag up high. What a show-off, coo! Do I need to report to the cannon markers?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ No, you just continue to keep an eye on what Coldwind Ridge will do.¡± Roland put the bread into his mouth, wondering, ¡°What¡¯s the church thinking?¡± ¡°They¡¯re probably coming to beg for mercy?¡± Nightingale twitched her lips and said. ¡°If this is the case, the church shouldn¡¯t send the army to invade Coldwind Ridge.¡± Roland frowned. One and a half day later, the platoon reached the frontline of defense. The priest who led the troop claimed that they were the emissary delegation sent by the church to meet with Roland, His Majesty. At the same time, there was a hand-written letter from Supreme Pontiff for the young King of Kingdom of Graycastle. ¡°What do you think?¡± Roland gathered the Adviser Department and the witches, and asked, ¡°Could it be a trick of the pure witches?¡± ¡°I¡¯d like to ask for your thought before this,¡± Edith spoke, ¡°Will you accept their peace negotiation if the church wants to surrender?¡± Roland rejected the possibility without any hesitation, ¡°Unless they dismiss the God¡¯s Punishment Army and bring all the senior management and those who kill the innocent to trial. However, I don¡¯t think the church will accept this term.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Edith instantly answered, ¡°In this case, you shouldn¡¯t meet the emissary delegation. Not to mention if there¡¯s any conspiracy, the negotiation process may affect your determination.¡± ¡°I agree with you.¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°Even though there¡¯s no magic reaction on five of them but the witch¡¯s ability is very strange, no one can be sure what¡¯s going to happen next.¡± ¡°Perhaps we should just capture them for interrogation and get rid of them secretly after we know the actual purpose of them coming here,¡± Iron Axe made a cut-throat gesture and said. ¡°Your Majesty, Kingdom of Graycastle isn¡¯t Iron Sand City,¡± Sir Eltek quickly advised, ¡°It¡¯s better not to do so, it¡¯s going to ruin your reputation when the news spread.¡± ¡°I know.¡± Roland contemplated for a while and looked at Iron Axe. ¡°Get them to leave the letter and send them off.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Roland could not help but wonder. ¡°What would the supreme ruler of Hermes say?¡± ¡°Is that going to be an advice or an inducement?¡± After several inspections by Sylvie and Agatha, the hand-written letter by the Pope of Holy City had finally reached Roland. Opening up the exquisite cover, the handwriting on the letter was surprisingly graceful. And the content of the letter surprised Roland. He described the origins and purpose of the church in an honest note and revealed the existence of the great enemy of mankind¡ªthe demon. If he did not know the four-hundred years old secret before this, the content was probably enough to make him confused and inconceivable. Is this the strategy of the enemy? Confusing the opponent with the dust-laden history truth and taking it as the sincerity for peace negotiation? As a result, after the first platoon returned, Coldwind Ridge sent another platoon of soldiers. And there were also five of them. Of course, Roland did not meet up with them as well but asked them to simply leave the letter behind instead. The content of the letter was more in-depth this time, and it had mentioned the Battle of Divine Will other than the brief introduction of the Union before the church was formed¡ªthe pope believed that the 400-years cycle battle of the different races was a deities ¡® test towards the mankind. Roland was contemptuous towards this idea but he could feel a slight uneasiness in his heart. Coldwind Ridge had continuously delegated several emissary delegation troops to send a few hand-written letters by Pope to the frontline battalion within a week time after that. The letters did not reveal too much new information, and the content was getting shorter and shorter. Roland simply turned a blind eye to the suggestion to combine the efforts from both sides to confront the demon which was written behind the letter. The church only stopped sending any new messenger when the hot summer days arrived. The enemy had come in full force this time. ******************* ¡°This is Lightning, the enemy has entered the ninth zone! Repeat, the enemy has entered the ninth zone!¡± Hearing the voice that came out from the Sigil, Cat¡¯s Claw nervously flipped through the booklet in his hand. ¡°Uh¡­ Ninth, ninth¡­¡± ¡°Quick!¡± Rodney shouted, ¡°The shell is already installed!¡± ¡°It¡¯s already at the fastest speed!¡± Cat¡¯s Claw shouted, ¡°Ah¡­ It¡¯s here, angle 26, pitch 15!¡± Nelson quickly swang the handle. ¡°26¡­ 15, complete!¡± ¡°Ready to shoot!¡± Cat¡¯s Claw quickly covered his ears upon hearing the order. ¡°Fire!¡± Jop quickly pulled the matchlock, the 152cm Longsong Cannon instantly issued a stirring roar, the sound wave mixed with the air flow blowing in the face. it was like a hammer beating on the chest of the Cat¡¯s Claw, making his blood boil. He could feel the ground below his feet started to tremble under the activation of the huge recoil. ¡°This is power,¡± Cat¡¯s Claw thought to himself, ¡°Longsong Cannon is the weapon that¡¯s more suitable for the men to operate, comparing to the 12 pounds small metal pipe.¡± The only regret was that he was not able to see the scene when the shell landed. Acting boldly, Cat¡¯s Claw came close to the Magic Stone in Leaf¡¯s hand and said, ¡°Uh¡­ Miss Lightning, did we hit the target?¡± ¡°Ah ha¡­ Nicely hit,¡± the little girl replied. ¡­ Comparing to the rear cannon operator, Lightning and Maggie could observe the enemy¡¯s movements and strikes taken more directly. Lightning was floating at an absolute safe height and looking down with the telescope in her hand. She realized that the howitzer launched just now fell on the west area of the ninth zone about four meters deviated from the estimated falling point. It was probably due to the change of wind. However the actual effect was not too bad. The mighty army of the church had filled the entire mountain path. Given that, a scarlet flower would instantly blossom as long as the shell fell on top of the army. It was just like the previous hit. She could not see the entire process of the flight of the shell until the landing. The first thing that came into her eyes was the dark red light, following by the highly-sprung dust and gravel and a fleeting ripple spreading from the light, leaving a trail of dust. The sound of the explosion would not be heard until a while later as if both did not happen at the same time. When the smoke was blown away, the shell¡¯s point of fall was left with a burned black mark, and around it was a hideous mess of dead bodies; the residual limbs could be seen everywhere, and the sticky blood and organs had dyed the shiny armors with a touch of bright red color. The Judgement Warriors at a further distance looked totally different, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies, but they were still spitting out blood and fell on the floor. Some of them could still walk for a few meters before falling, and the crooked way they walked made them looked as if they were drunk. Only one shelling could cause the church to lose nearly 50 men. Lightning was waving her fist happily and said, ¡°You deserve it!¡± And she shifted her gaze to the next shelling zone. ¡°Attention, the enemy is passing through the twelfth zone, please fire, repeat, please fire!¡± Chapter 623 Chapter 623: Battle to the death Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Under the artillery bombardment, the church disorganized and gradually separated, while the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, who were unaffected, hastened their advance and left the Judgement Army behind. Suddenly, Lightning noticed a strange scene. A rider dressed as a priest, shining with yellow light, quickly traversed the rugged hill road from behind and stabilized the scattered army again. The army proceeded along with the rider¡¯s guidance. This time, instead of being lined up in orderly rows, they were dispersed so that the later grenades failed to achieve the first significant results. That was a pure witch. She was preparing to arrange two cannons to attack the area where the pure witch of the church would soon pass, when she heard Maggie screaming. ¡°Careful!¡± Lightning suddenly pulled her figure more than 10 meters upward, before a swarm of locusts passed beneath her feet like a brown cloud. After failing to attack, they twisted together to form the vague appearance of a man. ¡°Rotten bastards, how dare you to go against the church? Go to hell!¡± ¡°Maggie, continue to guide the cannons!¡± Lightning pulled down the windbreak, pointed a pistol at the swarm and said, ¡°Killing compatriots make you feel so glorious? Go die!¡± ¡­ Enemies entered Danny¡¯s vision. This time they had many more warriors than previously. The misty mountains were covered by the sheen of armors. The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors did not use the tactic of a slow forward covered by shields, but rather charged right from the beginning. Looking at the ocean of rushing enemies, he could feel their great momentum. His sweaty palms made his gun sticky. He had only seen this scene on the wall when the Months of Demons came, thousands of demonic beasts, regardless of death, insanely charged at the walls. Anything in their way would be ruthlessly torn apart. But now, the First Army was facing enemies more powerful than the demonic beasts. But Danny did not fear it. The demonic beasts could not break that low stone wall that the Militia was fighting atop of, and now the corps of the church would be barricaded by the First Army¡¯s defense in flesh! What was more, the woman he wanted to protect was just behind their position. When Danny stepped into the trenches in the morning, he saw a familiar figure in green that turned around and smiled at him. Despite knowing that it was out of courtesy, that smiling face was still like a blooming flower bud rooted in his heart. He had never thought that she would come with Roland to this battleground. Anyway, he would not allow the enemy to break through the line of defense. It was a pity that Lord Iron Axe expelled him from the precision shooting team after he violated military discipline. If his weapon had not been replaced with a revolving rifle or he would have taught the God¡¯s Punishment Army a lesson. ¡°They just crossed the 300-meter line!¡± Malt reported the distance of the enemies. ¡°Spear throwers!¡± ¡°I see it.¡± Danny patted the little man on the head. ¡°Take care of yourself.¡± Malt, who was the victim of his own actions, after his injuries had healed, was demoted back down to normal flintlocks. However since he was an accomplice, rather than confinement, the commander-in-chief was lenient and only docked him a month¡¯s salary. The truth was that this time the enemy¡¯s offensive charge was so rapid that four machine gun forts failed to completely suppress the God¡¯s Punishment Army. As dust in the wake of the God¡¯s Punishment Army and smoke from the field artilleries filled the air, several loopholes in the interlaced fire network appeared. The God¡¯s Punishment Army soldiers that rushed ahead crossed the musketeers¡¯ red warning line. ¡°200-meter line, throwing spear!¡± ¡°Lie down!¡± ¡°Lie yourself down!¡± Continuous cries came from the trenches. Danny shot all five bullets in a round at a stretch and then fell down to the ground. At the same time, he reloaded the gun. After the attack of the spears, he got up and pulled the trigger, firing toward the nearest enemy. At that distance, revolving rifles were as powerful as the new weapons. Danny could almost see the stony faces of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors which looked as if the surrounding artillery and gunfire had nothing to do with them. Until a bullet penetrated the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior¡¯s chest and neck and blew his head, did he tremble to stop and spray the blue blood. As more and more enemies crossed the line of fire, Danny quickly used up three preloaded cartridges. According to the predetermined plan, he quickly brought a gun to the second trench. Just as he got into the trench and saw his team-mates, a black shadow fell from the sky. Suddenly a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior jumped up and crossed the barbed wire in front of the trench waving a big sword to split him apart! ¡°Run!!!¡± He caught Malt behind him and pulled him to his bosom. There was a loud noise! Danny suddenly felt that his hand was numb and fell down. When he opened his eyes, Malt, who was in his arms, was cut off at the waist. Malt watched him, with his mouth open. He spat blood but could not speak anymore. Danny felt a buzz in his brain and shouted, but the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior had already rushed over him. Danny¡¯s arms were sliced off and his face was nearly split by the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Suddenly Danny could even see the rough blade, stained with his blood. Just as he thought he was going to die, another cold light flashed in his eyes. The two swords rubbed burst into flame and the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior¡¯s weapon was dropped to the ground! A woman with a long black ponytail that hung down to her waist and eyes flashing with a golden light appeared above the tunnel like an insurmountable mountain. The God¡¯s Punishment Warrior that lost his swords did not flinch at all and punched to at her. In an instant, he fell to the ground dead. Without any resistance, his head was crushed. The blue-white mixture splashed on Danny¡¯s face. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± She glanced at the frightened soldiers and spat out her words coldly before engaging the other two God¡¯s Punishment Warriors that had rushed over. ¡°This guy is hurt!¡± ¡°Get him out of here!¡± ¡°With Malt,¡± Danny said in a hoarse voice, hugging the little man in what was left of his arms. ¡°He¡¯s dead!¡± Someone shouted. ¡°Do you want to kill us all?¡± The teammates behind him grabbed his severed arms and pulled him towards the back of the trench as the lifeless Malt gradually disappeared from Danny¡¯s vision. ¡­ Lightning flew to the back of the swarm at full speed and pulled the trigger. She had figured out the details of the enemy. Killing every insect in the swarm would be an arduous task, and the pure witch had already lost some magic, especially given that Maggie metamorphosed into the natural enemy of the locusts, a swallow. Maggie kept herding the swarm over and forced it into a ball before pulling out a pistol shooting it. Finally a vicious curse and then a roar entered her ears. The pure witch could not survive for too long. When Lightning was to about to withdraw and reload, the locusts suddenly turned around and rushed toward the ground. ¡°Maggie!¡± Cried the little girl. ¡°Owh!¡± Goshawk folded her eagle wings and swooped down to the swarm below with her ferocious mouth. ¡°What¡¯s this? It¡¯s¡­ impossible!¡± The sound of the locusts turned into a cry. It wanted to turn around to escape but it was too late. Maggie swallowed the swarm effortlessly and chewed twice. ¡°Terrible!¡± Lightning shrugged and stuck her pistol in her belt. ¡°Because they aren¡¯t roasted or seasoned.¡± Until then, she had not noticed that there were more bloodstains on her body. During the first explorations, she came into contact with the swarm several times and the teeth of these locusts were like hard rasps. If they were ordinary people maybe they would not easily avoid this flexible attack. Looking at the camp covered with craters and corpses, Lightning took a deep breath. ¡°We don¡¯t need artillery guidance here. Let¡¯s support His Majesty.¡± ¡°Awh!¡± Chapter 624 Chapter 624: Devastation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°This is an absolute slaughter.¡± Nail thought sitting on the top of the tower, hands on his machine gun grip. As long as the trigger was depressed, this steel weapon would keep spouting out the flames and shoot bullets toward the enemies. The position targeted by this weapon would be covered by the death of the network; where all lives would become fragmented like fallen bowls from the table. Being able to dominate the battlefield from such a high position left him feeling passionate. So did his omrades in his team. ¡°The 66th! Look, that poor guy has been disintegrated.¡± ¡°What¡¯re you counting? That¡¯s obviously the 68th!¡± ¡°Look over there, a guy is still rolling on the ground. Just kill him.¡± ¡°His intestines have already spilled out, save your ammunition and let him slowly struggle!¡± With a click, the fabric tape slipped down and another box of bullets had come to its end. ¡°Cover the third trench. I¡¯m going to reload!¡± Nail cried to a machine gun team in the tower. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, and just leave it to us.¡± His teammates quickly brought over a box full of bullets. He put on a single thick glove and gripped the smoking barrel of the machine gun with a special caliper. He held the pipe with one hand, disassembled it easily, and placed it lightly in the open space. According to the requirements of training, soldiers could not fire continuously except under extraordinary conditions. So the barrel must be replaced after a box of bullets was shot to avoid barrel deformation with overheating. It was said that this kind of black steel pipe which could fit the thread of the gun chamber perfectly was made by the witch, Miss Anna. Every pipe cost about 50 gold royals, which made the team members treat their guns like their children. After they installed the cooled barrels, the jarring percussive sound once again rang out from the tower. ¡°Look, there¡¯s a witch in the east of the first trench!¡± Suddenly a cry rang out around him. ¡°That¡¯s not a witch, idiot! That¡¯s a pure witch, Miss Nana¡¯s enemies!¡± Nail also saw the target his teammate pointed out. The woman in a red robe might have been hit on the leg by a flying bullet. She was on the ground and slowly crawling forward. The robe behind her dragged a light blood stain. He aimed the gun at the pure witch but a feeling left him feeling a little overwhelmed and he did not pull the trigger. From her figure, she looked as though she may have not yet grown up. ¡°Shoot, what¡¯re you waiting for?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± A string of sand quickly swept over her body the moment he hesitated. She stopped struggling and blood spread from her belly, like a small red flower. ¡°Hell, we just lost a result!¡± ¡°Stop saying that.¡± Another one interrupted him while patting Nail on the shoulder. ¡°You¡¯re tired, leave it to me.¡± He took a deep breath and said, ¡°No, I¡¯m fine.¡± Nail recomposed himself. This was a war with the church. Regardless of age, the enemy was the enemy and they were still not strong enough. Nail secretly clenched his teeth and left his compassion behind him. ¡°Wait, what happened in the middle of the third trench?¡± The observer in another team suddenly exclaimed. ¡°The ground collapsed?¡± ¡°My god, what¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Damn¡­ pure witches! More than one, just kill them!¡± Nail quickly turned the gun and saw a square pit suddenly appear in the middle of the third trench. Its walls were flat as though they had been cut by a knife. A woman in a black veil jumped out of the trench and stood straight with her hands behind her back. When he fired, he faintly heard a sharp sound of wind. The moment he turned his head, the butt of a rile hit him in the face. Nail suddenly felt everything go black and fell to the ground. Before losing consciousness, the last scene he saw was that his teammate raised a rifle toward him. ¡­ Roland stood on the command platform with a telescope, watching the defense line where the situation gradually became clear. Some of the enemies had crossed the first three trenches and were making their way to the fourth. However, soldiers retreating from the front line made the subsequent defensive firepower more and more concentrated. Under the continuous fire of two machine guns that were occupying the high spot on the towers, the God¡¯s Punishment Army¡¯s offensive momentum obviously showed a decline. By such a trend, they were not likely to make it to the remaining five trenches and artillery positions. The fire on the ground was too fierce and many church corps had been bogged down into a trench. The First Army would inevitably set up a blocking point at each exit of all longitudinal grooves, the advancing speed of the enemy would be drastically reduced and the speed advantage of the God¡¯s Punishment Army would no longer be obvious. At this moment, the Judgement Army gradually stepped onto the battlefield. This army suffered heavy losses under the attack of the Longsong Cannon, but had not yet been totally routed, which this was out of Roland¡¯s expectations. It was due to the pills of madness that made the soldiers berserk. But compared with that of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, their threat was clearly much lower. The pills of madness could not make people immune to fear. When the Judgement Army soldiers were subjected to the double attack of field artillery and machine guns, the will of Gods could not save them. In fact, the greatest contributor to this battle was the bunkers on both sides and the eight Mark I type heavy machine guns in the tower. In order to ensure that they could fire continuously, not only did they need enough bullets but each team was equipped with nearly 10 barrels. The only problem was that in order to employ this strategy, they had emptied their reserve of bullets. Of course, it was extremely economical to eliminate all the main forces of the church here. During this time, Sylvie sometimes observed their magic reaction. But those pure witches had not played a significant role in the war. They followed the God¡¯s Punishment Army marching forward, but soon disappeared into smoke and artillery fire. The outcome had been set! Church of Hermes would soon become the dust of history. Just as Roland thought that, suddenly there was an emergency! ¡°Pure witches ahead of us!¡± Sylvie, who also stood on the high platform, warned. ¡°Four, no, five!¡± The surface of the third trench suddenly rose, as if something was lifted up, and then it quickly fell down pulling the surrounding barbed wire and stakes together into the ground. A woman in black veil appeared in the collapsed position. She did not take any action, she just looked straightforward. A strange scene then occurred. Numerous soldiers in the trenches turned their guns, aimed at their chin and then pulled the trigger. A mass of mist burst from the trenches like a red fountain. Four machine guns forts misfired at the same time. Soldiers who were not affected shot her as if they just woke up. Suddenly there were several shots in her body and she fell into the pit on her back. Seizing this chance, the Judgement Army, under the effect of the pills of madness, rushed toward the defense line. Chapter 625 Chapter 625: The Decisive Battle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Lady Zero, Margie appears to be worn out.¡± Vanilla turned around and said with an anxious look. ¡°Hold on.¡± Zero watched overhead with a grim expression. Although she was underground, she found a beam of light shone on the dome. The God¡¯s Punishment Army was moving forwards along the rampant trenches, encroaching on the enemy¡¯s position gradually. They, obviously, progressed slower and slower. They could only choose to attack in a roundabout manner as each strategic pass was heavily-guarded. Therefore, they would be inevitably shot down by the snow powder weapons while throwing the spears. The gap between trenches could only be filled with the bodies of the soldiers, and the blue blood overflowed in the pit bottom. It was even harder to march atop the ground. Although the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors could leap over the wire entanglements which could not be destroyed, they would be likely exposed to the enemy¡¯s firepower. The flame was blazing all the way, in particular, in four towers in the rear of the defensive lines, which blazed as if it would kill people at any time. The third trench would probably be the ultimate limit that the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors could march to. Dame it! She did not ever expect that things would actually come to such a deadlock. She thought that she had prepared well for the arrival of this day, Such as locating the accurate position of where Roland Wimbledon was. The mission of the messengers was nothing more than a pretext to meet Roland, but it did not matter if they did not meet him. The letter written in the name of the pope revealed the secrets of the church and the Battle of Divine Will. People would not take it seriously when hearing such impossible information, but it would be much more convincing if the letter was written in the name of the pope. Besides, what she wrote was true. Roland could still not make out her real intentions from the letter, even though he had witches skilled at handwriting recognition. A special powder was daubed on the letter. It was an alchemic product developed by Pivotal Secret Authority that emitted a smell that ordinary people could not detect. Each time a person touched the letter, the smell would accumulate and be imbibed into the skin, making it hard to remove, even with water. Zero firmly believed that the letter would be delivered to Roland as no rulers would not be interested in these kinds of shocking secrets. Other people had no chances to read the letter and so in this case, Roland would have the strongest smell on his body. Although there were no differences between Roland and other people, Vanilla could easily sniff it out by virtue of the smell. Vanilla could sniff out various unimaginable smells when she cast her ability. In her opinion, bloodstains after a month would still emit a faint stench and there would be a strange odor on furs when animals were in the rut. At the moment, Roland was just a thousand steps away from them. Zero even took all costs to use the God¡¯s Punishment Army and Judgement Army to divert the attention of the Graycastle¡¯s defensive line. Some Pure Witches of less importance even became the sacrificial lambs in consideration that there were witches who might perceive magic power in Roland¡¯s Camp. However, she, the evil backstage, was hiding underground and moving between the rocks by means of Margie¡¯s Magic Ark. Blackveil was the real game-changer to win this war. As one of three pure witches of the highest rank in Holy City, valued by His Holiness O¡¯Brien, her ability was extremely terrible for common people who had no defensive abilities. The people that had seen her would feel the inner feeling of dread when she was young. Her power was further strengthened when she was in adulthood. The strong sense of fear would occupy people¡¯s minds as long as they saw her eyes, and thus they would kill themselves or hurt people around due to their maniac surmises. At the same time, the derivative ability was also powerful after Blackveil¡¯s awakening. The simple eye-to-eye contact could cause not only fear but also unclear illusions. Although her ability could only impact one person at a time, it would also play a vital role at a critical juncture. That was also why Archbishop Tayfun did not doubt the pope¡¯s orders. At the gaze of the Eyes of Death, Zero took it for granted that Roland¡¯s troops would be defeated instantly. Everything seemed to go smoothly, and Zero did not realize that she had the wrong idea until the war begun. She did not expect that she had still underestimated the power of snow powder weapons. Dense smoke and fire enveloped the mountain pass. With the help of snow powder weapons, Roland launched attacks from 5 kilometers away, and the troops of the church were heavily hit before touching the defensive lines. She changed the battle tactics at once to attack the position but found that the God¡¯s Punishment Army was also in difficulty. The seemingly shallow trenches were much harder to seize than the towering walls. The warriors wrested the transverse trenches from the flying bullets. However, they had never expected that the enemies did not care about the loss of the battle line and just retreated in order. They left the pass to the God¡¯s Punishment Army that had suffered a heavy cost and then continued to intercept them, relying on the following passes. During this period of time, Zero even saw an extraordinary witch. Margie¡¯s Magic Ark could not be operated all the way to her target as her magic power had declined along with the combat capability of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. However, the current situation was still a far cry from her expectation. Isabella perceived that less than half of enemies were wearing God¡¯s Stones. Under such circumstances, she had to gather them together if she wanted more people to see her. The God¡¯s Punishment Army was now marching forwards to the third entrenchment and the enemies were too sparse in the rest of entrenchments. Once Blackveil was exposed to the enemies, she could only have a limited time to cast her power. How many enemies would notice her in an instant? She would be hit by the snow powder weapon before they came back to their minds. ¡°Your Holiness, the ark¡­ will be torn apart soon¡­¡± Huge sweat had emerged from Margie¡¯s face, her voice slightly trembling. Obviously, the excessive use of her magic power was a heavy burden on her. At the same time, there were cracks in the walls and the dome became dim. Zero realized that she had to make a choice. Or rather, she had no other choice at all. ¡°Go up! Take action as scheduled!¡± Margie took a breath and started to operate the ark to draw close to the ground. In a second the ark rushed out of the earth¡¯s surface, her magic power dissipated at once. A pungent smoke taste, boring and continuous roars along with a bloody smell, suddenly filled all around. Blackveil turned around and glanced at Zero profoundly, and then leaped over the square-shaped pit left by the ark. Foreseeably, it was the last time that she would serve the church. The battlefield quietened down unexpectedly as if an invisible giant hand nipped people¡¯s throats. ¡°Isabella! Start using ¡®Infinite¡¯!¡± Zero ordered. After several ringing peals, a bunch of bloody flowers appeared on the back of Blackveil, and then she dropped down into the pit like a rootless fallen leaf. Grinding her teeth, Isabella took the sigil in her hands. The black and bright magic stone turned dark and gloomy at once as if it absorbed the sunshine around. Under the function of ¡®Infinite¡¯, an invisible ripple spread out and extended all over the battlefield. The amplitude of the fluctuation of the ripple was exactly the same as the God¡¯s Stone Roland wore but in an opposite direction. Under the influence of the ripple, the black hole formed by the God¡¯s Stone of premium quality vanished into the air. Almost at the same time, Zero magically changed into a beam of light and flew towards the King of the Kingdom of Graycastle a thousand steps afar. In a second flying out of the pit, she overlooked the whole battlefield from the sky. There were hundreds of soldiers, who were also common people, lying down in the trenches, Looks of shock and panic on their faces. The Extraordinary was galloping fast. While the Judgement Army was charging forward. Everything seemed to come to a standstill until the lethal fire on the tower appeared again. And the whole battlefield returned to its normality. The yell of fighting, howls and explosive sounds mixed together, forming a thrilling ode. She saw the prince with gray hair and felt the smiles from God upon her as she got closer and closer to the platform. ¡­ Nightingale witnessed the quirky change. In the misty world of white and black colors, the magic power of the beam of light was extremely expressive, like a mass of blurry cyclones coming towards the rear of their position at a tremendous speed. She knew that it was the last and the most critical strike that the pure witch had launched. ¡°Protect His Majesty!¡± Shavi stretched her hands to prop up a wide magic barrier, large enough to cover the whole platform. Andrea summoned the Magical Longbow to shoot at the beam of light with arrows of light, bright as the sun. In a bid to withdraw, Nightingale grabbed Roland who had lost the protection of the God¡¯s Stone as she had realized that the beam of light was targeted at His Majesty, Roland. But it indeed moved too fast. Instantly, the beam of light passed through the arrow of light and the magic barrier and easily caught up with Nightingale and Roland, even the Mist could not block its tracking. Nightingale pushed Roland away without any hesitations and turned around to crash straight into the beam of light. However, all of her efforts did not work. It all happened in a split second. The beam of light pierced through her body and went into the body of Roland. ¡°No¡­¡± Nightingale cried out, heartbroken. With his eyes widened, Roland¡¯s body shook hopelessly and fell backward feebly. Chapter 626 Chapter 626: Battle of Fate (I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Was everything¡­ a dream? Roland blinked his eyes as he walked step-by-step to the fence in order to look down at the school¡¯s panorama against the sunset. No one was in the spacious playground. Under the orange sunset, the goal looked lonely and its very long shadow was reflected on the ground. Far away were the familiar library and dormitory and the sunset painted the luminous windows with a ray of gold. Roland had studied here for almost seven years so that he had been familiar with everything. He knew that he was standing on the rooftop of a teaching building and that this was his favorite place to spend his spare time. Roland had many memories here. Such as that iron gate behind him that was driven by the warm wind to open and close constantly. This iron gate was billed as a unique view of the teaching building¡¯s rooftop, and its cover looked as ancient as a cultural relic excavated by archaeologists. When he had come to this school, the gate had already been torn and tattered. As long as it was pushed lightly, it would make noise continuously as if it were out of breath. Yet it was extremely quiet after it was opened and then closed. As far as Roland was concerned, the gate would fall apart soon, but still, at the time of his graduation, it stood still on the rooftop. ¡°But since this was a dream, why did I look the same as Prince Roland?¡± thought Roland. Roland lowered his head to see his slender hands, and then touched his gray hair on his shoulders. Apparently, the height and shape were different from what they were when he indulged himself in his studies. ¡°So¡­ What had happened?¡± thought Roland. Roland frowned, after a while he remembered that the last scene he had seen was that Nightingale had pushed him away, and then after a flash, he had only seen her panicking and despairing face. ¡°Who on earth¡­ are you?¡± A tactful and intangible female voice suddenly appeared beside him. Roland was scared and abruptly turned around only to find that a lady with long white hair was walking toward him. She had a pair of ruby-like eyes and her red and white robe dropped down to the ground with a golden pattern embroidered on its bottom, which obviously did not belong to this era. Besides, the golden throne of her head showed her identity. ¡°You¡¯re a pure witch of the church?¡± ¡°Yes. But I¡¯m also the 15th Pope of Holy City of Hermes.¡± She paused and continued to say, ¡°I¡¯m Zero, while you¡¯re definitely not Roland Wimbledon.¡± Well, Roland frowned and said, ¡°So did you create this place?¡± Everything made sense. The flash should be Zero¡¯s ability that Nightingale had wanted to help him to escape from. And the scenery before him should be an illusion or a virtual space, something like that. The moment he opened his eyes, Roland thought that he had come back to the modern world again. Even though Roland knew that perhaps the church was originally the Union, it never occurred to him that the pope was a pure witch. Therefore, it was so incredible to see that these witches boldly turned other witches into inhumane monsters. ¡°No, you created this place.¡± Zero walked toward him step-by-step and said in an exciting tone, ¡°The place is hidden deeply in your memories and appears frequently in most of your daily life. But I¡¯m curious as to where this is. We both know that Prince Roland of the Graycastle would have never lived in such a place.¡± ¡°Why should I tell you?¡± Roland moved to the other side of the fence and kept a distance from her. What could he do to shake off the illusion? Roland thought of many ideas in his mind. Maybe he could jump off here? Based on his experiences of nightmares, he would instantly wake up from a nightmare if he jumped off of a high place. Zero smiled and said in a sweet tone, ¡°It¡¯s okay that you won¡¯t tell me. I¡¯ll spend a little of time finally figuring out that who you¡¯re, where you¡¯re from and why you¡¯ve become Prince Roland.¡± Would she finally find out? ¡°You mean to tell me that you¡¯ll read my memories?¡± Roland asked in a very cold tone, ¡°Don¡¯t flatter yourself.¡± Zero suddenly stopped and said, ¡°You know what? I would explain to each one trapped in the illusion the effects, rules, and the impact of my ability. Everyone except for you.¡± ¡°What?¡± The moment Roland asked, he found that Zero had appeared in front of him. And a sudden pain made him lose his hearing. Roland trembled and lowered his head to only find that a knife was inserted into his chest. Roland wanted to shout, but he could not make any sound. His chest was destroyed completely and the opening and closing of his thoracic cavity could not squeeze even a little air into his throat. Just like an electrical current, the strong pain spread over his body. Roland would rather die immediately than suffer one more second. ¡°Because I don¡¯t like anything that¡¯s confusing.¡± At the other end of the knife was Zero¡¯s calm face. Half of her body was splashed and wet by Roland¡¯s gushing blood. Due to hypoxia and the self-protective syncope of his brain, he quickly became unconscious. But the next second, Roland stood still beside the fence, his body intact. In addition, Zero also stood far away from him, like she had never left that spot. ¡°What had happened?¡± Roland took deep breathes. ¡°Was it just an illusion?¡± He covered his chest that was moving up and down fiercely, and the wound still hurt. Looking down, he saw the shape of a pool of blood. ¡°Damn, what had happened just now was true,¡± thought Roland. Staring at the knife held by Zero, Roland was quite surprised in his heart because there had been nothing in her hand before. ¡°Could she create something out of nothing?¡± Just at the moment, Zero rushed toward him again. She was so quick that Roland could not see her clearly. Roland instantly turned around to escape, but just after a step, he felt a pain in his abdomen. Then, Roland experienced death again. Zero wielded her long knife to cut him into two halves. The pain this time lasted longer than last time and he fell down into his own blood and outflowing guts. The lasting pain made him shout so miserably that even he was frightened by his own voice. After his second resurrection, Roland had realized something. This is a nightmare that can¡¯t be broken by jumping off of a high place or from feeling fierce pain. It¡¯s like a cyclical arena. Damn it. What¡¯re conditions of escaping from this? What about defeating the white-haired witch in front me? ¡°Zero can create weapons out of nothing, but what about me?¡± Roland gritted his teeth and started to concentrate his spirit. ¡°If I had had a shield, I would be able to fight against her.¡± A blue light flashed. A transparent anti-explosive shield appeared in Roland¡¯s hand. He had stopped her attack, but there was a deep scar left on the shield. What was worse, Roland was blown away by the huge clash. ¡°Well, this was what had happened,¡± Roland said a dirty word in his heart. When rolling over, Roland dropped the shield and manifested an automatic rifle. When Roland raised the rifle to shoot, Zero disappeared. ¡°What was going on?¡± thought Roland. ¡°I¡¯m right here.¡± Her voice emerged next to his ears. After a white light flashed, his arms dropped to the ground, so did the rifle. Chapter 627 Chapter 627: The Intertwined Battle of Fate (II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°I must admit that I¡¯m surprised by your ability to comprehend,¡± Zero walked to him and said while squatting down, ¡°You¡¯re the first one who can comprehend this and counterattack without being given any explanation.¡± The Pure Witch picked up the rifle on the ground, carefully explored it for a moment and said, ¡°Rare materials, exquisite processing techniques¡­ Is this a snow powder weapon as well? The items you created are really scary, however, they do not pose much threat to me. I¡¯ve been watching the entire battle closely. Most of the slender tubes in the tunnel and the thick iron tubes behind the camp rely on the operators and you could not even see my movements.¡± She shook her head and said, ¡°It¡¯s impossible for you to defeat me, I¡¯ve devoured over a thousand warriors and even an Extraordinary over the years.¡± Suddenly, a green plastic box appeared between them. A loud explosion suddenly rang through the roof. The glass in the classroom crunched and even the entire floor of the building was blown up with a hole in it. The air current swept the old iron stairwell door to the ground. ¡°It¡¯s not because I have a strong ability to comprehend, but your stage setting is too lousy!¡± Roland reappeared in the corner of the rooftop. He was gasping for air as the sharp pain was still fresh in his memory. He could now understand the feeling of those who were amputated before they died. He ¡®made¡¯ an explosive to bomb both Zero and himself into pieces at the same time as he could not tolerate it anymore. ¡°Lousy?¡± Zero who was newly born raised her eyebrows and said, ¡°It¡¯s in your memory.¡± ¡°However, it¡¯s created through your ability. It¡¯s six o¡¯clock in the evening, the busiest time on the campus! How is it possible that there¡¯s no one on the field? It seems exquisite but it¡¯s just a setting full of loopholes.¡± He was thinking of a countermeasure while delaying for time. ¡°Is this the way you devour your opponent? Force them into despair so that they¡¯ll give up and obediently dedicate their knowledge and skills to you?¡± The skills of the Pure Witch were somewhat similar to the Extraordinary, or at least Roland had only seen such power and speed on Ashes. The Pure Witch could only be hurt by powerful explosives from which he could not escape either as it was difficult to hit her with only a normal firearm. However, was it really that simple? After three resurrections, Roland could already feel his sweaty back. His heart was pounding faster than before as if he just ran around the field and he was physically weaker. Perhaps the number of the resurrections was limited. In this case, it was not a good idea to bomb an entire building with high explosives¡­ The score was already three to one now and he must quickly regain the position. There was no doubt that what he needed was a weapon that could both attack and defend. ¡°Although I don¡¯t quite understand what you¡¯re talking about, however, isn¡¯t it good to surrender?¡± Zero said with her head tilted to one side, ¡°It¡¯s a wise choice even if it means that you have to give up as death is a torture to anyone.¡± ¡°You can keep those words to yourself.¡± Roland loudly shouted. ¡°Ironman!¡± A red metal armor suddenly appeared in front of him and he quietly recited ¡°Start the program¡± in his heart after walking into the armor from behind. A narrow display screen appeared at the front of the helmet, however, the armor did not close up by itself and no artificial intelligence responded to his command. The armor fell to the ground straight away, even before he managed to move forward. Zero¡¯s blade had already cut into Roland¡¯s neck when he got up. The entire world suddenly turned upside down and he could see his body helplessly kneeling down before he passed out. ¡°You should at least give it some joints if you¡¯re trying to create a plate armor,¡± the Pure Witch knocked on the empty armor and said, ¡°However, I don¡¯t think that a hollow and thin iron sheet has much effect.¡± Roland¡¯s heart quickly sank after his fourth resurrection. Although the death was not painful, Roland had realized a harsh truth, the thing he created without understanding its principle was just an empty shell. For example, the display screen on the helmet was simply a camera. ¡°Damn, I can only use the stupid method now.¡± While Zero was still pondering on the metal armor, a few pieces of steel plates as thick as 10 centimeters appeared out of nowhere and fell beside him, forming into a blockhouse that could hide only one person. A protected weapon control station rose on the top of the blockhouse and it was carrying 40 millimeters grenade machine gun. Roland quickly plunged into it and locked the entrance while controlling the weapon station to fire at the Pure Witch. This attempt had finally worked. Zero could not avoid the destruction scope of the grenade machine gun even when she approached the blockhouse again. Roland continuously shot the grenades around the blockhouse and the flying fragments had pierced through her body while making a banging noise as they hit the thick steel plate. Unfortunately, Roland was unable to find Zero¡¯s resurrection position at once and she had quickly retracted to hide in the corner of the stairwell to avoid the explosive grenade that was coming towards her. A radiant splendor appeared in the darkening sky when he was just about to ¡®create¡¯ another weapon. A golden light was swirling above the clouds and the dazzling tassels had replaced the sunset which was cast into the shade. The scene was familiar to him. Suddenly, a myriad of golden thunder fell on top of the building and Roland was instantly engulfed! ¡­ After the fifth death, Roland was drenched in cold sweat as if he just came out of the water and his calves and arms were uncontrollably twitching. The blockhouse was completely melted by the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. However, it had not caused much damage to the ground other than the ground was charred. The unreasonable magic power was still working in this battle. ¡°Just give up.¡± Unexpectedly, Zero did not closely pursue. ¡°Your energy has already reached the limit. Any additional battle is meaningless as you¡¯ll not get anything other than endless pain.¡± Roland clenched his teeth and strongly held on to himself. ¡°Why does she keep asking me to surrender when she can obviously win this battle if she continues to pursue and attack? Is the output going to be different for her if I surrender myself instead of being killed after exhaustion?¡± ¡°You should now understand that both creation and death consume energy. The exhaustion of energy means failure. Everyone has a different energy level and it¡¯s beyond my expectation that you can last until now.¡± She stretched out her arms and said, ¡°By the way, I have an over 200 years of experience. That will be doubled if it includes the time I spent in the soul battle. In other words, my energy is enough to endure hundreds of deaths and your efforts will only make you more desperate.¡± ¡°Hundreds¡­ Is it a boast or the truth?¡± However, Roland felt that Zero was not lying as she looked relaxed. And, Roland did not have much energy left to consume. Chapter 628 Chapter 628: The Intertwined Battle of Fate (III) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland¡¯s experience from dying five times led him to realize that the biggest difference between the two lies in them themselves. The powerful weapons could easily affect himself and the fixed bunker would become the target of the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. Not to mention, in all likelihood, Zero knew the recipe for snow powder, if she became desperate to perish with him or the roof directly collapsed, he was not confident of the outcome as he did not have many lives to consume. He would lose this battle for sure if he could not control the Pure Witch. ¡°What should I do now?¡± thought Roland. ¡°A cage? An oriented mine? A power grid? A laser fence?¡± Roland had rejected all the answers that were constantly appearing in his mind as none of them could really confine Zero. The position after death could not be defined as it could be at the original spot or any corner of the roof. His energy had obviously hit bottom and constantly creating consumables was just wasting his remaining resurrections. The next failure might be his real death. ¡°I have to deprive her of her mobility.¡± ¡°And, I have to also keep the roof intact.¡± ¡°I have to also kill her hundreds of time in a shot¡­¡± ¡°Is it¡­ Is it possible?¡± Roland took a deep breath and asked, ¡°During these 200 years, how many times have you fought such a battle?¡± ¡°Over 1000 times or more, however, only a few that really impressed me,¡± Zero answered, ¡°They had a stronger will than you do, however, they were still defeated by the endless deaths. There are only a few people who¡¯ll choose to continue being tortured while facing a hopeless ending.¡± She paused and said, ¡°Are you still going to stick to your previous approach?¡± ¡°I indeed don¡¯t have much hope, however, I simply want to fulfill my curiosity before everything comes to an end. You¡¯ve never failed in over 1000 battles?¡± ¡°I would not be standing here if I failed.¡± ¡°How come?¡± Roland slowly sat down to save the little energy he had left. ¡°Did no one think of creating lava or a deep sea to defeat you before you attained such great power?¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t a new idea, but unfortunately, no one can do it.¡± Zero walked in front of him. ¡°Just changing the place that we¡¯re standing in consumes no lesser energy than death. Changing the world is just a delusion and only God can do it.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no God in my world,¡± he said lamentably. ¡°So, have you decided to give up?¡± The Pure Witch Zero bent down to lift up his chin and she said, ¡°In this case, submit to me and follow me.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± Roland smiled while holding on to both her shoulders and gently pushed her away. ¡°I still want to try again.¡± Zero arose and pulled out her weapon, however, she found that the distance between both of them was constantly growing larger. Her expression quickly changed as she realized that she was unable to move any closer to Roland. Her body was still sliding backward even when she was running at full speed! Zero looked down and noticed that the floor beneath her feet had become as smooth as a mirror without her knowing. However, she would not slip even if the ground was so smooth which was contrary to her common sense. Her body remained relatively still as if it was nailed to the ground regardless of what she was doing. ¡°Your amazing mobility doesn¡¯t seem to work anymore,¡± Roland said, ¡°Even a monster like you can¡¯t move a step closer without the support of friction.¡± ¡°What did you do?¡± Zero bent down and tried to slow down or change the direction using both her arms and her legs. However, it was futile. ¡°I simply made a small change to the battlefield.¡± He changed into a more comfortable sitting position and said, ¡°It seems that the energy consumed for changing the environment won¡¯t be too far off as long as the changes aren¡¯t too big. Have you ever heard of the law of inertia?¡± ¡°Inertia¡­?¡± ¡°When an object is not subject to external forces, it will either stay still or be in constant linear motion. Of course, you can also call it Newton¡¯s First Law.¡± The ground dramatically changed as soon as Roland hit the railing of the roof and stopped! The steel frame grew out of the ground and continuously extended into the sky followed by the metal sheet cover which was wrapping up the black frames. Soon, a monument with glowing cold light appeared behind Roland. Each layer of the monument was evenly divided into around 10 rectangular units which looked like an elongated Rubik¡¯s cube. There was a black hollow steel tube coming out from the center of each of the rectangular units which were pointing towards Zero who was still sliding at a constant speed. ¡°It¡¯s my turn now.¡± Zero noticed something was wrong. She held up her longsword and the golden light appeared again. However, this time Roland was faster than her. The nearly 100 steel tubes roared at the same time. The burning gunpowder instantly heated up the air to over 1,000 degrees and the rapid expansion of the air generated by the high pressure pushed the shells out of the tube towards the Pure Witch, Zero with a speed of 1,900 meters per second. The loud roar was deafening and the campus which had just fallen into the night was instantly lit up as if the sun just rose from the roof. There were a hundred billion turrets and trillions of starlights! The night sky was lit up by the fireflies which just flew in. The densely-gathered light spots drew a dazzling track in the night sky and poured onto the ground in a crisscrossing motion one by one. The fireflies were making a shrilling noise while struggling to flap their wings as if they were announcing their arrival to the world. Then, they crashed to the ground. The light of the fireflies was magnified by tens of thousands of times at that moment, their bodies turned into broiling broken pieces which splattered all around¡­ A roaring explosion noise was followed by the dazzling light which was combined with the echoes of a whistling sound in the sky. However, Roland was no longer able to hear the sonata formed by the intertwined metal and gunpowder as his eardrums were already broken by the high-pitched sound of the first flame that was emitted by the black monument. The gigantic barrel was roaring below him and the boiling hot air had hurt his cheek. However, he was very happy. The world had become quite different as he was standing on top of the square monument. The entire roof was divided into equal parts, like a chessboard. Each block was pouring with cannon. He could see that Zero was being thrown up and down by the explosive air currents, like the falling leaves in a storm. Nothing could live under the coverage of gunfire. The deadly fireflies would follow and devour her again once she was reborn. She was unable to avoid this as she could not even change her direction on the non-friction ground but helplessly she watched the numerous light spots with a long flame tail landed in front of her with a whistle. ¡°It¡¯s impossible!¡± Zero shouted incredulously. ¡°You can¡¯t create things that don¡¯t exist out of nowhere, this¡­ doesn¡¯t exist!¡± The ground was still as clean as new without a trace of scratch after the wash of gunfire as if it had nothing to do with the flying fireflies in the sky. ¡°It¡¯s smoother than a mirror and stronger than steel. It¡¯s impossible for such thing to exist!¡± The Pure Witch Zero hysterically screamed. Although Roland could not hear her, he could guess what she felt. He could not turn himself into Superman, but he could create a power that was no less than a superman. He changed the distance between atoms within the ground surface. Atoms were closely attached to each other with a strong interaction, like the soldiers who neatly lined up. This surface was almost absolutely smooth and incredibly strong. The tetrahedron carbide was as soft as water in front of it. Zero was completely confined as she could not run or hide and was surging up and down with the gunfire. It was nothing to do with will but the great disparity of knowledge. She had tried to activate the Sigil of God¡¯s Will several times. However, the continuous gunfire would not give her any respite and she gradually lost the sustainability of her appearance. ¡°Please, let me go!¡± Her voice was ringing in Roland¡¯s heart. ¡°Are you going to kill your sister?¡± It became Garcia¡¯s plea after a moment. ¡°Stop, you¡¯re such a monster. You¡¯re killing your family member!¡± Followed by the reproach of King Wimbledon III. However, Roland remained unmoved. ¡°It¡¯s time to end it all,¡± he answered in his heart, ¡°I¡¯ll defeat the demons on behalf of you. Rest in peace!¡± ¡°No, I won¡¯t let you go!¡± A dazzling blue light lit up the entire night sky along with Zero¡¯s scream. After that, the entire world fell apart. Chapter 629 Chapter 629: After the Decisive Battle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN There was clamor outside of the tent. Nail, who lay on the ground in a daze, turned his head to see that the thick curtain had been lifted by a corner and that His Excellency Iron Axe was bending down into the tent. ¡°Co-commander.¡± He had never expected that the commander of the First Army would come to visit him. He quickly sat up straight and saluted. ¡°No need for etiquette.¡± Iron Axe walked to his bedside and sat down, crossing his legs. ¡°How¡¯s your injury?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. Only two teeth were broken.¡± Nail touched his swollen cheek. ¡°I¡¯m not that hurt.¡± ¡°All right.¡± Iron Axe then added, ¡°Miss Nana has been so busy these days that, and since your wound wasn¡¯t too severe, you¡¯ll be recovering on your own. When the rescue is over, you can inquire and see Baron Pine to repair your teeth, and the First Army will pay for it.¡± ¡°I can fully understand, and there¡¯s no need to bother her with such a little injury. After all, Miss Nana is very tired¡­¡± Nail hesitated for a moment before continuing. ¡°How about Hound? He¡­¡± Hound was the one who had grabbed a teammate¡¯s spear and hit Nail to the ground, stunning him with the butt. Nail could still remember the moment that the other side had aimed a gun at Hound. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. He¡¯s alright,¡± Iron Axe said to comfort him, ¡°He was pulled down by the guards the moment the other side raised their gun. He attacked you because of the pure witch¡¯s magic. So he won¡¯t be punished and has returned to the team to train.¡± ¡°Really?¡­¡± Nail was a bit relieved. ¡°I thought I was dead at that moment. What about the other teams?¡± According to the arrangement before the war, each bunker had been arranged with two machine gun teams and a five-man guarding platoon. So, even if the enemies approached a bunker, they had the ability to defend on site. In addition to the two or three soldiers in charge of carrying ammunition on the team, all the others wore God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. The seemingly perfect action appeared flawless. ¡°These accidents happen,¡± Iron Axe said with his hands outstretched, ¡°but, it didn¡¯t cause much harm, or we wouldn¡¯t be standing here.¡± ¡°Was the church forced back¡­?¡± The minute he asked, Nail realized that it was an idiot¡¯s question. ¡°Um, I want to know what happened after.¡± ¡°The enemies launched their final charge but failed to cross the fourth trench. Both the God¡¯s Punishment Army and the Judgement Army were completely defeated, leaving more than two thousand bodies at the front of their position. They fled in haste¡­ We won the battle.¡± What confused Nail was that Iron Axe was not very excited, and instead, he said all this in a neutral tone. Iron Axe did not offer the reason, and Nail was not bold enough to ask. Then there was a long silence. After a long while, Iron Axe sighed and clapped him on the shoulder. ¡°Since you¡¯re alright, have a good rest, and I¡¯ll go visit the other wounded guys.¡± Seeing that Iron Axe was about to leave, Nail gathered his courage and stopped him. ¡°Your Excellency¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± ¡°I, I want to leave the First Army.¡± He whispered. Iron Axe frowned. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Maybe, I can¡¯t be a machine gunner anymore.¡± Nail lowered his head in shame. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see the scene where that young woman in the red cape was sprayed by a machine gun. ¡°I wasn¡¯t able to immediately shoot at the enemy¡­¡± ¡°Your target was an underaged pure witch, right?¡± Iron Axe interrupted him. ¡°Your team already reported that to me in their postwar summary. I don¡¯t think that your idea is correct, but it can¡¯t be wrong. So, I¡¯ll just ask you one thing, are you going to betray His Majesty?¡± ¡°No! Your Excellency, of course not.¡± Nail quickly denied. ¡°My life belongs to His Majesty.¡± ¡°So, I¡¯m not going to approve your request,¡± Iron Axe said without hesitation, ¡°This is currently the most critical moment for the First Army and even City of Neverwinter. I demand that everyone in the army abide by his duty and guard His Majesty Roland Wimbledon at all cost. And, we have to spare no effort to do it! You can¡¯t be a gunner. Well, you can be an observer or a protector, but you¡¯re absolutely not allowed to leave the army, understand?¡± That last sentence from the commander was in an authoritative tone. ¡°Ye-yes! Your Excellency!¡± Nail said, punctuating with a military salute. ¡°That¡¯s all.¡± After Iron Axe left, without looking back, Nail felt deeply startled. ¡°Were we not victorious? Why is the most critical moment now? And, why did His Excellency Iron Axe so solemnly command the First Army to protect His Majesty Roland at all cost¡­¡± A terrible thought suddenly occurred to him. ¡°Did his? Did his majesty have an accident during the battle?¡± As soon as he thought this, he shuddered. *************** ¡°How¡¯s it going?¡± Calvin Kant walked into his daughter¡¯s bedroom to see that she was picking up clothes. ¡°The First Army and the witches have surrounded the castle tightly, and even I can¡¯t get in.¡± Edith curled her lip. ¡°But, if he gets better, the news will leak, so¡­ I guess, he was the same as before.¡± ¡°What about you? Are you ready for a long journey?¡± Duke Calvin Kant picked up a black veil evening dress from a mountain of dresses on the bed and looked at it carefully. ¡°Is this one too revealing?¡± Edith rolled her eyes. ¡°I didn¡¯t say that I was going to pick it, and wasn¡¯t that a gift from you? At the time, you intended to let me wear it to attend Timothy¡¯s dinner party.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ really.¡± Calvin put down the gown sheepishly. ¡°Do you think that His Majesty¡¯s troops will withdraw to City of Neverwinter?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± Edith stuffed several coats into the open suitcase. ¡°Although the church has been totally defeated, much of the First Army¡¯s supply was consumed. Adviser¡¯s Department will take about a month to regain operational ability. If His Majesty Roland is fine, there¡¯s no reason for him not to stay in the Northern Region for a while. But, if he¡¯s unconscious, no one can guarantee the overall morale. Under this condition, Iron Axe absolutely wouldn¡¯t dare to continue attacking Holy City, so what he¡¯ll do shouldn¡¯t be difficult to guess. ¡± ¡°Are you determined to follow them back?¡± Calvin asked with concern, ¡°If something terrible happens¡­ to His Majesty, the kingdom may fall into civil strife, so it¡¯ll be safer for you to stay in the Northern Region.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I¡¯m going to City of Neverwinter.¡± Edith stood up and slipped her long hair over her shoulder and onto her back. ¡°It has become the new starting point for the kingdom there¡ªwhether Roland is there or not makes no difference. And, his coma presents both a challenge and an opportunity for the Kant family.¡± Duke Calvin Kant could not help inhaling a cold breath. ¡°Are you going to¡­¡± ¡°Your thoughts are too simple.¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°The only one who can replace Roland is his sister Tilly Wimbledon, and I¡¯m afraid that no one can connect the ordinary people with the witches except her. But, there¡¯s the problem that she¡¯s also a witch herself, so when dealing with the affairs of nobles, she needs greater help from the ordinary people.¡± She paused. ¡°That person will undoubtedly be me. Dad, this is the best shortcut to climb that pinnacle of power and I don¡¯t want to miss it.¡± Chapter 630 Chapter 630: The Captive Pure Witch Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Never before in her life had Nightingale felt so remorseful and regretful. She thought that as long as she stayed with Roland, no one could hurt him. However, without any bruises on her body, Nightingale stood in the bedroom of the castle in Deepvalley Town while Roland lay unconscious on the bed. There was not any magic reaction inside Roland¡¯s body and his internal organs were all intact. Therefore, Roland was neither cursed by a Seed of Peaceful Death or something like that nor hurt by a powerful ability capable of destroying organs. Even though Agatha was knowledgeable, she could not distinguish this ability, let alone its breaking method. The witches had used all of the regular wake-up means they could think of, but they were all useless. Roland did not respond to any outside stimulus. If he was not breathing, Roland would have been considered dead. Now, Nightingale finally understood the warning from Agatha. There was no absolutely safe defense, even in front of the witches¡¯ abilities. But her understanding was too late. At this moment, hurried footsteps came from behind the door. Then Lightning opened the door and shouted. ¡°The pure witch has woken up!¡± The witches in the room all instantly got excited. ¡°Everyone stay calm. It¡¯s useless for us all to go and investigate her,¡± Wendy said, ¡°besides, we¡¯re not clear about her ability. For the sake of safety, Miss Agatha and Nightingale can go and figure this out for us.¡± Respected deeply by the other witches, they all quietened at Wendy¡¯s calm tone. Nightingale took a deep breath and nodded to Wendy. ¡°I¡¯ll handle it.¡± Based on her experience from being a runaway for several years, Nightingale was fully aware that her negative mood would not help to change the existing situation. She could not shirk her responsibilities because of a mistake she had made, no matter how big and especially at such a critical juncture. She must bring His Majesty, Roland back. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± Agatha sighed and said. When leaving the room, Nightingale could not help but look back to see that Anna was sat motionless on the bed with her eyes staring at Roland, as if no other things could draw her attention. Nightingale felt even guiltier in her heart. ¡­ A servant room on the first floor of the castle that had been altered into a special detention room. Dozens of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation were embedded behind the four walls forming a black hole, and thus, an anti-ability prison had been readied. Only by standing in the center of the room could a witch cast her ability. Nightingale was very clear about the target she was about to investigate. After the battle, the First Army found three pure witches that were still alive in a square-shaped pit within the third trench. One was detached, one was in a coma and the last one was conscious but trembling. According to the last one, there were five pure witches hidden underground, Zero, Isabella, Blackveil, Margie and herself, Vanilla. According to Vanilla¡¯s intelligence, she and Margie were only responsible for identifying the location of His Majesty, Roland and sneakily escorting the other three to the battle. Thus they knew little about other arrangements. As for Zero, Isabella and Blackveil, they all were directly affiliated with the pope and had the same status as an archbishop. Besides, their abilities were hidden by the Holy Church so that few knew the details. Blackveil was already dead and Zero had disappeared, so they could only get the breaking method from Isabelle. After an examination, they had found out that the reason that Isabella was in a coma was that she had used all of her magic power. Therefore, Isabella would fully recover in one or two days. In addition, Agatha got a strange sigil on her hand, but she could not identify it because the magic stone was completely ruined. Unexpectedly, Isabella had been in a coma for five days and so Nightingale had been quite anxious, even wanting to forcibly wake her up with a knife. Lest for Wendy, she would have done so. ¡°Was she woken up?¡± Agatha asked Lightning. Lighting shook her head and said, ¡°She woke up by herself. When it was Ashes¡¯ turn to examine her, Isabella sat on the head of the bed and told us that the prison was useless for her.¡± Nightingale¡¯s face became dark, asking, ¡°Is she challenging us now?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll find out,¡± Agatha said calmly. Having passed through the layers of the strict guards of the First Army, Nightingale and Agatha walked into a narrow room where there were no windows. A rosined torch was hung high above their heads which gave off a dim light. There was nothing in this room other than a vertical wooden bed and a short table. Isabella sat motionlessly on the head of the bed. Her curled hair dropped naturally on her shoulders and became golden-red under the firelight. She was still dressed in that bloody robe of priests with dust on her face that had solidified into yellow spots. ¡°It seems that Zero has completely failed,¡± before Nightingale asked her, Isabella took the initiative to say, ¡°Finally, she isn¡¯t blessed by God.¡± ¡°Blessed by God?¡± Nightingale smiled coldly. ¡°Don¡¯t worry and I¡¯ll tell you everything I know,¡± as if she did not hear the sarcasm, Isabella sighed and said, ¡°then, I¡¯ll be at your disposal.¡± Nightingale was stunned by Isabella¡¯s attitude because she knew that Isabella was telling the truth. But it was a little too late to be a lamb. ¡°You¡¯ve claimed that this prison can¡¯t hold you, haven¡¯t you? But now you choose to submit to fate?¡± ¡°I¡¯m capable of making the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation lose effect. As long as I have a platform, God¡¯s Stone would be useless, even if there are as many stones as you have here,¡± Isabella said slowly, ¡°Except for that, I can neither walk through a wall nor escape away underground, so it¡¯s a waste to arrange such a room for me.¡± ¡°You¡¯re capable of influencing the God¡¯s Stone?¡± Agatha was very surprised and asked. Isabella said frankly, ¡°They indeed look like bottomless black holes¡­ but I can make them lose effect.¡± ¡°You mean that it was you who made the God¡¯s Stone worn by His Majesty, Roland lose effect?¡± Nightingale clenched her hands into fists. ¡°I had no other choice at that moment. Zero had become blinded by God. She believed that only one of the two can be blessed by God.¡± Agatha covered Nightingale¡¯s hand and calmly asked, ¡°Is it Zero who made His Majesty unconscious? What¡¯s her ability?¡± Isabella frowned and said, ¡°Unconscious? There should be a winner and loser instantly when a Soul Battlefield begins. If Roland didn¡¯t become Zero instantly, it means that Zero failed. Is he unconscious because he can¡¯t accept the huge volume of memories?¡± Nightingale and Agatha looked at each other. ¡°Soul Battlefield?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Isabella said with her voice down, ¡°that¡¯s a battle about spirit and will. The winner gets everything, while the loser loses everything. Since Zero was awakened to be a witch, she¡¯s never failed in the Battle of Souls. She¡¯s engulfed numberless commoners and witches and absorbed their memories, knowledge and longevity. So for the time being, Zero has lived for over 200 years.¡± Speaking of which, Isabella closed her eyes sadly, saying, ¡°I never thought that she would be defeated by a common prince.¡± Chapter 631 Chapter 631: Promises Then and Now Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After hearing the description of the Soul Battlefield from Isabella, Nightingale began getting depressed. ¡°Do you mean that you also don¡¯t know how to make His Majesty wake up from the coma?¡± She shook her head. ¡°This is unprecedented, and I have no idea how to deal with it¡­ But Zero was absentminded for a while when she was devouring Garcia. At that time, she explained that she had found some interesting things in Garcia¡¯s memory and so it took her a long time. Zero has had a more complicated life than anyone else, so if Roland wants to accept these parts of Zero¡¯s memories, it may take some more time. But as long as he¡¯s alive, he¡¯ll wake up naturally.¡± Nightingale could not be sure whether this was true or not, but she could tell that Isabella did not lie. At least these conjectures were heartfelt thoughts from Isabella. But Nightingale also knew that the situation was not at all optimistic. Would the 200 years of memories from the church or His Majesty¡¯s memories dominate Roland? Or would Roland get lost in these complicated memories and never wake up? Even if Roland accepted all of Zero¡¯s memories, would he be that Roland Wimbledon, the fourth Prince of Graycastle that he used to be when he woke up¡­ The one I look forward to seeing? The many thoughts made were almost impossible for Nightingale to control her mind. Then Nightingale also understood why Wendy had asked Agatha to come with her. ¡°Let¡¯s talk about the church,¡± Agatha said after hesitating for a while, ¡°How much do you know about the Union, the predecessor of the church?¡± ¡°I know almost all that Zero has learned.¡± Isabella responded frankly. ¡°Are you still doubtful about the words in the letter? Since Zero took over the pope¡¯s role, all of the pure witches that have been approved for the Pivotal Secret Authority can enter the library and read the history of 400 years ago. The records about the Witch Empire and the demons in the letter are true.¡± ¡°The limited information in the letter isn¡¯t valuable to us.¡± Agatha smiled. ¡°The Witch Empire is just history for you, but for me, it¡¯s part of my life. I¡¯m a witch in the Union.¡± Isabella was surprised at this turn and asked, ¡°What, what did you say?¡± ¡°I came from Holy City of Taquila more than 400 years ago and witnessed the destruction of it. The demons aren¡¯t rare and still occupy most of the lands of Dawn Ridge. There are demon battalions at the end of Misty Forest and Redwater River to the west of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Roland has encountered them before.¡± Isabella was stunned in place, speechlessly. ¡°We¡¯ll fight with the demons eventually. We all know that the Battle of Divine Will is coming soon. Roland chose to fight this battle now in order to relieve the oppression of the church.¡± Agatha paused and continued to say, ¡°What I want to know is, how did the Union transform into the church?¡± ¡°This is¡­¡± It was a long time before Isabella became calm again. ¡°As mentioned in the history book, during the escape, a civil war broke out in the Union in the northwest of the Impassable Mountain Range. There were no detailed reasons. We just know that the Union was separated into two groups since that time. One group, the Taquila witches, got into the maze remains of the mountains. The other group, led by the witches of Starfall City, inherited Lady Alice¡¯s will to move northward and settled down on Hermes Plateau, which finally became the church.¡± ¡°A civil war during the escape?¡± Agatha frowned and said, ¡°This is undoubtedly suicide.¡± ¡°The writer of that history book also thought so. The Union suffered heavy losses in the civil war. Two Transcendents were lost and totally separated from the migration team of the common people. When the group going north arrived at their destination, most of those common people fled.¡± Isabella sighed. ¡°As for the war of faith later, it was to kill those non-combat witches who didn¡¯t belong to Starfall City. Only in this way could the church completely bury the history of the past.¡± ¡°Is burying the past a reason to hunt witches wantonly? Even to go so far as to create the unconscious God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± Nightingale said in a cold tone, ¡°You are all crazy.¡± ¡°Without this civil war, the four kingdoms would have been controlled by the Union from the beginning. The size of the God¡¯s Punishment Army would have been far larger,¡± Isabella said peacefully, ¡°Of course, since Roland Wimbledon now has a better way, Holy City of Hermes isn¡¯t necessary any longer.¡± ¡°You have no nostalgia for the church!¡± said the Nightingale sarcastically. ¡°As long as the demons can be defeated, I don¡¯t care who¡¯ll take charge of the continent. That was also the Union¡¯s original intention,¡± Isabella closed her eyes and said, ¡°Although Zero was crazy, she had greater faith in fighting against the demons than most people, and that¡¯s why I chose to help her.¡± Hearing this, Nightingale could not help pulling out a dagger. ¡°If killing her can wake Roland up, I won¡¯t stop you.¡± Agatha whispered. After a long while, Nightingale indignantly put the dagger back into the sheath. ¡°By the way, one more thing,¡± as soon as the two were ready to leave, Isabella suddenly spoke, ¡°although Zero allowed pure witches to enter the Temple to read the books in the library, she prohibited anyone from visiting the prayer room. Even moving close to it. She told me that it was only by standing there that she could meet God directly.¡± ¡­ Nightingale smashed the wall vigorously when going out of the captivity room and said, ¡°Damn it! We still can¡¯t find a way to awaken His Majesty!¡± ¡°We¡¯ve done what we can, all we can do is to continue to wait,¡± Agatha said with comfort, ¡°anyway, let¡¯s report what we¡¯ve got to everyone first.¡± ¡°I promise that she¡¯ll pay the price!¡± ¡°As long as she¡¯s alive, she¡¯s important for us to tackle Holy City and explore the secrets of the God stone.¡± Soon, the witches gathered outside the bedroom and began to listen to the intelligence about the pure witches from Agatha. But Nightingale¡¯s mind had already drifted away. She quietly stepped back to the corner, cast the ability of the Mist, and went into Roland¡¯s bedroom. Except for her, there was only Anna left in the quiet room. Nightingale slowly walked to the bed and saw Anna holding Roland¡¯s right hand, whispering something. Only by holding her breath could Nightingale hear the whispers of Anna. ¡°Do you remember what I said to you?¡± ¡°If you¡¯re dead, I¡¯ll go to Sleeping Island with those who¡¯re willing to follow you and fight against the church to the end.¡± ¡°But you¡¯re still alive.¡± ¡°You¡¯re just sleeping.¡± ¡°So I¡¯ll wait forever.¡± ¡°As long as you still can breathe, I¡¯ll always be there for you. For one day, one year or even my whole life.¡± ¡°You can sleep soundly.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take care of you.¡± Nightingale felt her heart fiercely tightening up. The feeling of heartbroken was even more unbearable than that of being badly hurt. Somehow, she bent over uncontrollably and covered her chest tightly. A warm river blurred her eyes. Chapter 632 Chapter 632: Out of Deep Sleep Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When the light pierced through the darkness and his blur vision adjusted to the light source, the white ceiling was the first thing that Roland saw. It took him several seconds to get rid of his dizziness and he felt increasingly weird as his vision became clearer. ¡°Where exactly is this?¡± thought Roland. He suddenly sat up and noticed that he was actually sleeping in a modern-looking bedroom. He was sleeping in a soft bed with a table lamp and a box of napkins on one side and a maroon-colored wardrobe on the other side. The dazzling sun shone through the blinds and evenly poured on the mat and his arms, making him feel slightly warm. ¡°Damn! Is this fight not over yet?¡± Roland¡¯s sleepiness completely disappeared in a sudden. He rolled off the bed and stretched out his hand to summon a gun for self-defense but his hand was still empty after several attempts. His heart sank. ¡°Can it be¡­ the rules of the battlefield have changed again?¡± ¡°It¡¯s too bad. If I have to be unarmed, I would only be beaten up by the pure witch with her skills and speed.¡± ¡°And, what about the deal of choosing my most impressive scene as the battle ring? I did not have any impression of this d*mn room!¡± Roland quietly walked to the bedroom door and leaned against the door to listen for a moment. He heard an intermittent voice, which seemed that someone was talking outside. He carefully held onto the door handle and slit the door. It was a more spacious room which was furnished as a living room. The old fan beside the empty couch was rattling and continuously buzzing. There were a tea table and a wall-hanging television with a constantly flashing screen in front of the couch. It was probably where the voice came from. Except that, no one was in the living room. Such situation was a little weird. Roland took a deep breath and slowly walked into the living room. The red ribbon on the fan cover was dancing along the wind and the gently blowing cool wind refreshed him. He realized that the room was a little stuffy at the moment, and the echoing chirr of the cicadas signified that it was the summer season. A few magazines were scattered on the couch. Roland picked up one of them and flipped through it. The content was actually extremely childish. They were fashion news, horoscopes, and divination that were only read by immature little girls. He frowned even more deeply. This was apparently not his house as he would not buy such magazines at all, be it in the past life or the present life. The news on the television at this moment attracted Roland¡¯s attention. ¡°Yesterday evening, an unexplainable explosion happened at a local university. A school building was damaged. The pictures of the scene showed that the entire rooftop had collapsed and there were scattered broken glasses everywhere. What actually happened? Now, let¡¯s contact the reporter at the scene.¡± He dropped his jaw as he could hardly believe what he just saw. ¡°Good afternoon, everyone. I¡¯m standing beside the school building where the explosion occurred.¡± A female reporter appeared on the screen and the background was the building where he battled with Zero! ¡°According to the witnesses, the flame lit up half of the sky with continuous explosions. Fortunately, there were no casualties as not many students stay on campus due to the summer holiday. The entire campus is currently sealed by the police and the students on campus are also transferred to the nearby hostels to be guided by the teachers. However, the cause of the explosion hasn¡¯t yet been clarified so far.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your thought about the accident?¡± ¡°We can only say that it¡¯s very strange. Everyone knows that it¡¯s impossible to even install a natural gas pipeline in the teaching building, not to mention the center of the explosion was on the top floor,¡± The female reporter said in one breath, ¡°Some people speculated that it was a plane crash, some thought it was small meteorites or some even say that it could be the alien arrival. Anyway, I¡¯ll immediately return with the message once the police have a definite conclusion.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± The host nodded. ¡°Then, let¡¯s look at the next news. It¡¯s a hot summer and the heat is unbearable. Students should enjoy the long-lost holiday life at home instead of participating in the extracurricular classes. The Department of Education has issued a notice to prohibit private tutoring. Please call the hotline if you encounter any of such cases¡­¡± Roland was not able to continue listening as the scene of the collapsing campus had filled his mind. ¡°Wasn¡¯t the Battle of Souls a fictional illusion?¡± ¡°How could it be possible?¡± After standing stoned for a while, he quickly ran towards the door of the living room as he had a sudden realization. A hot wave suddenly poured into the house when he opened the security door. A modern city appeared in front of him! The high-rise buildings at a distance formed a dense concrete jungle. It was a busy street not far away with endless crossing cars and pedestrians. And, he was standing in the corridor of an apartment building. He turned around and saw a gold plate with number 0825 hanging in the middle of the low-grade door. If he did not misunderstand, it meant Room 25 on the eighth floor. ¡°Excuse me. Please don¡¯t block the corridor, will you?¡± Roland was slightly surprised. He turned around and noticed that the neighbor¡¯s door was opened before he knew and a middle-aged woman was impatiently staring at him. The woman coldly hummed while walking past Roland after he tilted his body to one side. The strong smell of low-quality perfume flowed into his nose at the same time. ¡°What the heck, having no work and running around with only singlet and underpants. How can an adult be so shameless?¡± the woman muttered to herself and her voice just happened to float into Roland¡¯s ears. Such technique seemed to come in handy for middle-aged women. Roland walked back into the house and loudly closed the door. ¡°Come out! Zero!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t waste the time hiding!¡± ¡°Is this your newly designed trick? Piecing pieces of my memories together?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be ridiculous. It¡¯s simply an illusion!¡± Nothing happened in the room even though Roland shouted for a while. Roland grabbed a glass cup on the table and smashed it on the wall. The cup was instantly broken into pieces. ¡°Is this how you defeat me?¡± He sneered to himself. ¡°Trying to trap me in this consciousness forever? You won¡¯t be able to lock me up, Zero!¡± He immediately acted without any hesitation. ¡°How can I get away if this is another illusion of the Battle of Souls?¡± thought Roland. Suicide was definitely the last option, and Roland decided to start with a simple one¡ªto create a fall. He moved a few chairs over and stacked them from big to small ones with the back of the chair against the couch so that he would not be wounded even if he failed. When it was completed, he stepped onto the constantly rocking chairs and climbed slowly to the top. His head was almost touching the ceiling at the moment, and falling backward was indeed scary. However, this psychological barrier was nothing to Roland as he had experienced different ways to die by now. He could hear someone unlocking the door from the outside when he was on top of the rocking chairs. ¡°Perhaps the real owner of this house has returned?¡± Roland thought. The highly-stacked chairs collapsed before he could balance himself. Roland struggled to turn around during the frantic fall and saw a young girl who was about 11 or 12 years old walking into the room with a backpack. However, he could instantly recognize her from her white long hair and light red eyes. ¡°Zero!¡± And, she was obviously surprised to see Roland at the same time. ¡°What¡¯re you doing?! Uncle!¡± The picture became twisted in a sudden as if the world was being reversed. Roland quickly bounced up and gasped for air twice. The familiar room reappeared in his eyes. The gray stone wall with tiny cracks, thick velvet curtains, and the Magic Stone that was silently glowing¡­ This is¡­ the city of Neverwinter? ¡°Plunk.¡± It was the sound made by the wooden pot dropping on the floor. Roland followed the sound and found that Anna was blankly standing there. The pot that dropped on the floor was spinning and the spilled hot water had wet a huge area of the map. And, the girl quickly ran to him. Chapter 633 Chapter 633: [Welcome Back] Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After clinging to each other for a very long time. Roland stroked Anna¡¯s face and said in a gentle tone, ¡°You¡¯ve¡­ become thinner.¡± Even though there were tears in her eyes, Anna¡¯s eyes were still as pure as lake water. Roland could clearly see his shadow in her blue eyes. But Anna looked much thinner. Through her clothes, Roland could feel her slightly raised backbone and see her prominent collarbones. Her face was not as mellow as before. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry for letting you worry about me.¡± Smelling the fragrance of Anna, Roland felt quiet in his heart again. It was just a blink of an eye but they felt like that they met each other after a few centuries apart. Anna shook her head and wiped her tears with his collar, saying, ¡°I¡¯m okay, as long as you woke up.¡± ¡°For how long was I in a coma? Three days or a week?¡± Roland was not sure about the numbers when seeing that Anna had become so skinny. ¡°Over a month.¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland was astonished. ¡°To be exact, it was 52 days.¡± Seeing his stunned face, Anna could not help bursting into laughter and said, ¡°It¡¯s Fall now. You should notice that those curtains were changed.¡± ¡°I was unconscious for nearly two months?¡± Roland disbelievingly moved his arms and secretly curled his toes. But he did not feel any discomfort. ¡°How did I eat?¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t eat anything.¡± Anna leaned on his shoulder with her hands tightly holding his clothes, as if she was very afraid that Roland would fall asleep again. ¡°Someone has eaten in your stead.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Is that possible?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the ability of Nightfall of the Bloodfang Association. She planted a Seed of Symbiosis in your body and so she just needed to eat more than usual.¡± ¡°A witch¡¯s ability could be used like this!¡± Roland thought that it was amazing because this kind of symbiosis did more than just sustain his life. Due to the fact that the muscles in his hands and feet did not shrink, it was able to connect two living bodies together to share one circulatory system. Roland sighed for a while and looked at a wooden tub on the ground. ¡°Thanks for taking care of me these days.¡± ¡°Without a doubt, there must be someone who had cleaned his body and changed his clothes in order to keep him clean in the nearly two-month coma. Besides, this process was very complicated and only Anna who was patient and loving could do it day after day,¡± Roland thought. ¡°Compared with what you¡¯ve done, I¡¯ve done nothing,¡± Anna said gently, ¡°You¡¯ve honored your commitment to the witches. You¡¯ve defeated the corps of the church. Each witch of the Witch Union would like to show their gratitude to you, even without me, someone would take care of you.¡± ¡°But I would prefer that you take care of me.¡± Roland stared at her and lowered his head to kiss Anna. After a long while, they parted with each other reluctantly. With her cheeks blushing, Anna said, ¡°Well, I must tell the other witches. They¡¯ve waited for this day for a long time.¡± ¡°We could continue?¡± Roland said with a smirk. Anna slanted her head subconsciously and said, ¡°You¡¯ve just woken up and you should take a good rest¡­¡± ¡°But I feel like I¡¯m full of energy.¡± ¡°Even so, we can¡¯t continue.¡± Anna raised her hands to hammer him a few punches and then turned around to pick up the tub. She walked towards the door reluctantly and said, ¡°I¡¯ll be back soon.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve had enough sleep, so don¡¯t be worried.¡± Roland gave her a smile. After Anna closed the door and Roland frowned. ¡°Why have I slept for such a long time? Does this have a relationship with the strange phenomenon in my dream?¡± Roland thought. Roland felt a deep sense of unease. Generally speaking, after people woke up from a dream, they would forget its content quickly, and even completely forget it in less a day. But until now, Roland still clearly remembered what had happened in his dream. ¡°Was the little teenage girl really Zero?¡± ¡°But why did she call me uncle?¡± ¡°Besides, she could not disguise the shock in her face.¡± The more Roland recalled, the more he considered strange. The city in his dream was absolutely not where he had lived in the past. The school in the TV represented compelling proof of that. The university should be built beside a mountain and was part of a scenic area. Towering buildings were not allowed around the university, but he had seen a gray skyline formed by skyscrapers in the background of the news story that played. Something was also wrong with the apartment. Those walkways connected side by side, which were the most outdated tube-styled apartments. They were built in the 1970s and 1980s and were ill-adapted to both the busy streets hundreds of meters away and the skyscrapers afar. Besides, the ink-green anti-theft door and outdated desk fan looked a strange match to the hanging colorful TV. If an owner did not have a special hobby, no one would decorate his own living room like this. Everything seemed to be real while everything was problematic. Before disappearing, Zero had hysterically shouted at Roland that she would never let him go. Were her words a curse or a threat to Roland? Did she count on creating such a bad dream to confuse him? After all, it would only be a little bluff if she only made him dream several nightmares. When Roland was still lost in thought, there were noises behind the door. A group of witches rushed over to the bedroom and surrounded him. In front of them, Roland felt somewhat embarrassed. ¡°Ahem¡­ In a word, I¡¯m alright. These days¡­¡± Before Roland finished his words, Lightning jumped onto the bed and hugged his neck. ¡°Thank God,¡± Wendy put her hands on her chest and said in an excited tone, ¡°You finally woke up.¡± Lily curled her lip and said, ¡°What a troubling guy. You made us worry for such a long time.¡± Mystery Moon murmured, ¡°Are you worried about others? This is very rare.¡± ¡°Compared to witches, commoners are much more fragile.¡± Agatha pulled out a Stone of Measuring, watched it before Roland and continued to say, ¡°En, there isn¡¯t any magic reaction, and it seems that you didn¡¯t inherit Zero¡¯s abilities. What can you remember? How about the memories of the Pope.¡± Roland felt a little surprised and asked, ¡°Do you know this ability?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve held a pure witch of the church captive. We¡¯ve heard of it from her.¡± ¡°Re-really? It seems that I didn¡¯t receive her memories.¡± ¡°Wait a moment. What if he isn¡¯t the previous Prince Roland. Maybe he¡¯s been dazzled by the memories of over 200 years?¡± Ashes stood up and asked, ¡°Who can prove that he¡¯s Roland, not Zero?¡± ¡°Come on, don¡¯t make trouble. Can you not?¡± Andrea rolled her eyes at Ashes and said. ¡°I¡¯m quite sure that he¡¯s His Majesty, Roland.¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice came from the other side of the bed, but to Roland¡¯s surprise, Nightingale did not appear her usual self. Then Nana, Scroll, Leaf¡­ Among all the caring voices from the witches, Roland felt warmth all over his body. The last one was Tilly. She held Roland¡¯s hand and said with a smile on her face. ¡°Welcome back, my brother!¡± Chapter 634 Chapter 634: Nothing to Fear Translator: TransN Editor: TransN An hour later, Roland finally figured out what happened when he had been in a coma for more than a month. Undoubtedly the church had been hard hit as nearly all of the soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army were killed, and half of the soldiers of the Judgement Army died on the battlefield. Among the more than 2,000 enemies who fled, most of them had taken the Pill of Madness and would corrode due to the magic power sooner or later. What was worse, the pope disappeared and most of the senior commanders died in battle. After this battle, Holy City of Hermes would never have the chance to invade the border of the Kingdom of Graycastle. It would even have difficulty in surviving the Months of Demons which would come soon. But the First Army also suffered heavy losses. That was mainly caused by the sudden assault of the witch, Blackveil. All those soldiers who saw her eyes and did not wear the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation had been affected to some extent. Of the more than 700 casualties, 80% were caused by her. The fall of Roland had also greatly undermined the morale of the army. In such circumstances, Iron Axe had to issue an order to withdraw the troop. Fortunately, at this time, the function of City Hall had been faultless. With concerted efforts all around, it did not encounter any problems. The statement to the public was that His Majesty was wounded in battle and needed to stay in bed. The funeral of the First Army soldiers killed in battle was also held by Iron Axe and Barov. After listening to the account of the witches, Roland¡¯s interest in the captured pure witches was piqued. ¡°You just said, they don¡¯t have much affection for the church?¡± He turned to Agatha. ¡°And that witch named Isabella is willing to help us fight the demons?¡± ¡°Neither Vanilla nor Margie were cultivated by the archbishop. They were just chosen from the cloister to carry out this task. Nightingale has confirmed it.¡± Agatha replied. ¡°It¡¯s strange that Isabella seems not to care about whom she serves, as long as they can defeat the demons. She said she got that idea from the last pope.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your opinion on that?¡± ¡°I suggest keeping Isabella for the time being.¡± ¡°But she¡¯s a pure witch raised by the church. She¡¯s our enemy!¡± Scroll frowned and said, ¡°If it were not for her, that witch named Zero wouldn¡¯t have had the chance to hurt His Majesty at all.¡± ¡°As far as I know, Wendy was also raised by the church.¡± ¡°She¡¯s different! She¡¯s never used her power to hurt anyone.¡± ¡°Isabella also did not directly hurt any witch. Her ability only works on the God¡¯s Stone, while the witches rarely take the initiative to wear the stones.¡± Agatha refuted. ¡°Nightingale confirmed that she did not lie.¡± ¡°Is that right?¡± Roland looked to the other side of the bed. After quite a while, he heard a reluctant reply from there. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Most important of all is her ability,¡± Agatha continued, ¡°Isabella mentioned any black-hole formed by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation had a unique tremor, and she could create an opposite tremor so that the stone would lose its function. Perhaps this is the key to figuring out the secret of Supermagic. I even suspect that she¡¯s a natural Supermagic. If we can figure out the relationship between the God¡¯s Stone and the magic power, the other witches may also be able to do the same.¡± Hearing that, the crowd could not help gasping in astonishment. For most of them, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was a shackle which they could not throw off. Due to the restraint of the God¡¯s Stone, they were subjected to oppression and exile, and they were helpless in the face of capture by the church and the noble. Roland thoughtfully stroked his chin. ¡°Creating a tremor to cancel out another tremor? This is basically the same characteristics of the wave. Does it mean that magic power also spreads in accordance with the way a wave spreads?¡± ¡°In that case, leave her aside,¡± he said after a moment of pondering, ¡°Wait until I see her.¡± ¡­ Obviously, the witches were not the only ones in Neverwinter who were concerned about his safety. In the afternoon, Barov, Iron Axe, Karl and other high officials received the news and came to the castle one after another. Everyone had a relieved look after seeing him, especially City Hall Director Barov, who even sobbed when hugging Roland. As he just awoke, instead of asking too much about political affairs, he just casually chatted with them in order to placate them. His long period absence due to his coma had panicked the insiders of Neverwinter. Now the most important thing to do was to cheer them up and inform everyone that their king had recovered. In the evening, a sumptuous feast was held in the castle. Almost all of the officials of City Hall and the First Army were present, the lines of tables full of food were even extended to the yard. What was more, Roland also ordered that they should send carts of hot oatmeal to the square so that all of the citizens could also participate in this celebration. After having dinner together, Roland went to his bedroom. ¡°Nightingale,¡± he said softly. No one responded. ¡°Nightingale.¡± He repeated. ¡°I know you¡¯re here.¡± Still no response. Roland sighed, turned and walked out of two steps. He reached out and felt Nightingale standing there. He held her up before she prepared to kneel down after appearing out of the Mist. Well, he seemed to have become stronger. But that was not important. Roland stared at her fiercely and said before she opened her mouth. ¡°I know you feel guilty. But it¡¯s not your fault and I¡¯m safe now. So don¡¯t blame yourself anymore. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Agatha had reminded me, but I still¡­ Ah, Your, Your Majesty?¡± Roland directly hugged her. This was the first time he brought himself to hug Nightingale. Roland had originally prepared a lot of words to comfort her, but he changed his mind when he was going to open his mouth. He knew what she really needed. Before he was hit by the shadow of Zero, Nightingale pushed him away, regardless of her own safety. The scene where she stood in front of him to protect him was still vivid in his memory. She was prepared to sacrifice herself for him at that moment. So what else should he expect from such a woman? ¡°Wait for me.¡± Roland whispered. ¡°I¡¯ll settle it.¡± ¡°Settle¡­ what?¡± He did not reply, but he knew that Nightingale knew what he meant. Her slightly eager breath was the best proof. The silence was often an invisible injury. Since he could not ignore it, he had to take on the responsibility. Even if it was a path through the thorns. He felt Nightingale gradually relax in his embrace. After her anxiety was finally relieved, she became determined again. When someone was vulnerable, a promise would be enough. Then the expectation was not in vain. ¡°Ah, I¡¯ll wait.¡± She wept. Her eyes were full of tears, but the sadness disappeared. The wet and warm tears also filled Roland¡¯s heart with determination. After Nightingale left, he slept soundly that night. When he opened his eyes, he saw that white ceiling again. Well¡­ it¡¯s this awful dream again. As he had already known how to get away from the dream, he was quite calm this time. Rubbing the back of his head which was still aching, he walked out of his bedroom. He saw that white-haired girl carrying the plates out of the kitchen. ¡°You got up finally.¡± She frowned. ¡°Did you go mad yesterday, uncle?¡± Chapter 635 Chapter 635: The Apartment of Souls Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Zero?¡± asked Roland hesitantly. She rolled her eyes and bent down to lay the plates before sitting cross-legged at the coffee table. ¡°What¡¯re you doing there? Don¡¯t you want to have breakfast?¡± The little girl had a soft tender voice and a slender figure. She wore a light blue dress and white silk stockings. Her feet were about the size of his palms. She was totally not like that crazy Pure Witch who threatened to kill him. However, she did not deny the name, which meant that she admitted that she was Zero. ¡°What should I do? Kill her?¡± ¡°Now that she¡¯s just a little girl, isn¡¯t it impossible for her to tear me into pieces bare-handed like an Extraordinary?¡± Roland sneaked into the kitchen and hid a fruit knife which he got from the knife shelf into his belt before he slowly walked toward the coffee table. There was a fried egg and two fried bread sticks on his plate. Well, he got one more than her. The fried egg had a golden outer ring and slightly scorched edge, its lightly bulged center revealed a faint orange. It was obviously a perfect fried egg with a soft yolk. Zero skillfully picked up the fried egg with her chopsticks and devoured it in a few bites before she began to eat the fried bread sticks. ¡°What were you doing yesterday? Had you seen some cockroaches on the ceiling?¡± ¡°No¡­ I found it a bit dirty so I wanted to clean it.¡± Roland casually made a reason. ¡°Really?¡± She glanced at the ceiling and asked, ¡°Why didn¡¯t you clean it with a rag tied on a clothing pole?¡± ¡°It didn¡¯t work. Anyway, it¡¯s clean now,¡± he coughed and asked, ¡°you made the breakfast?¡± ¡°Uncle, are you alright?¡± Zero appeared to be a little worried now, ¡°Since I moved here, isn¡¯t it I who has always made the breakfast?¡± ¡°Since you moved here? So where did you live before?¡± Roland opened his mouth but did not ask. Obviously she would suspect his identity if he kept asking. Zero quickly finished her breakfast. She stretched one of her hands in front of him and said, ¡°Give me some money to buy food.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°We are running out of food in the refrigerator. I have to go to the food market to buy some. How can I go without money?¡± ¡°A middle school student already knows how to buy food from the food market?¡± Roland thought while fumbling in his pocket for his wallet but found nothing, ¡°Well¡­¡± ¡°In the second drawer of your bedside table,¡± said Zero with a sigh. He returned to the bedroom and found a nearly empty wallet, in there were about 300 Yuan and several lottery tickets. ¡°How much do you need?¡± Roland returned to the living room. ¡°20. I can¡¯t carry more food anyway.¡± Since it was not his money, Roland generously gave her a fifty Yuan bill and said, ¡°You can keep some for the next time.¡± Zero took a surprised glance at him and tucked the bill into her coin purse. ¡°Your hand¡­¡± Roland noticed the two band-aids on her fingers. ¡°I was hurt when I picked up the broken glass. It¡¯s not a big deal. Of course, it would be better if you don¡¯t litter.¡± She shrugged and carried her schoolbag before walking to the door, ¡°I¡¯m going to school. I won¡¯t come back in the noon, so remember to clean the dishes.¡± ¡°Wait, isn¡¯t it summer vacation now?¡± ¡°Of course it¡¯s the tutoring center,¡± said Zero, putting on her shoes and poked her head out from the door. ¡°Uncle, if you think your head is still hurting, go to see the doctor. And don¡¯t do stupid things anymore.¡± After half a minute, Roland walked out of Room 0825 and looked down while leaning over the corridor railing. Soon he saw Zero walk out of the building. Her white hair was particularly eye-catching in the crowd. Strangely, people on the street seemed to be used to it as no one walking by her would cast any curious glance at her. She waited a while until another two blonde-haired girls skipped toward her and they left together through an alley. ¡°So she has made friends in this world?¡± Roland could not help rubbing his forehead and thought, ¡°What an absurd dream!¡± ¡°What should I do next? Should I follow her?¡± He did not believe that Zero could really create a complete city. When Roland turned around and wanted to go back to the room, looking for the key, he was suddenly startled by what he saw. A pretty woman walked toward him. She had long gray hair, high eyebrows and her nose and lips bore a resemblance to those of Tilly. However, she had a cold and arrogant temperament that kept men at arm¡¯s length. He never met her before, but Prince Roland¡¯s memory obviously told him that she was his elder sister, Princess Garcia of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Garcia Wimbledon! Roland subconsciously reached for the fruit knife in his belt. ¡°Step aside. Get out of my way,¡± the woman showed a disgusted expression, ¡°Let me pass.¡± ¡°You¡­ You don¡¯t know me?¡± He was very surprised. She sneered and said, ¡°Why should I know you? Because your hair is dyed the same color as mine?¡± Roland stared at her, slowly getting out of her way, ¡°You are Garcia, right?¡± ¡°So what?¡± Her expression became gloomy, ¡°Since you know my name, you should know what will happen if I am annoyed. I warn you, you will bring trouble to yourself if you trouble me.¡± She stretched out her right hand and curled her fingers one by one making cracking sounds with her knuckles as if she had prepared to fight. ¡°She doesn¡¯t know me, but why she doesn¡¯t feel surprised that I know her name?¡± Roland found it difficult to understand. Garcia returned to her room, and the door banged shut behind her. He wandered around along the corridor and took a quick glance when he passed by her room. The room number was 0827, so she lived next to his neighbor. Looking at the numerous security doors along the long corridor, he suddenly had a horrible speculation. ¡°How many households are there in this apartment?¡± After all, the corridor was terribly long. Standing in front of Room 27, he could not even see the end of the corridor. He could not help thinking about it. He returned to his room as soon as possible, fumbled the key in to the front door and then he locked the door and ran along the corridor toward the further end. It was not shorter than a 400-meter straight track! Panting and running to the end of the corridor where it was close to the stairwell, Roland saw the last room number, 0899. This was simply incredible. Who would design a tube-shaped apartment with nearly a hundred households on one floor? In accordance with the style of the 70s and 80s, a row of more than a dozen households had been considered large-scale. Roland then climbed up the stairs. Most of the green paint of the iron staircase handrails had peeled off and he could see the obvious rust and dust. There were numerous small advertisements along the corridor revealing distinctive characteristics of the times. These kind of ¡®psoriasis¡¯ advertisements should have long since disappeared in the big cities. The top floor was the 22nd floor. On the security door at the end of the corridor, there was no nameplate or barred window. He checked one by one until he saw the first number, 2245. Through his rough calculation, he found that there were 2,124 households in the entire apartment building. ¡°It¡¯s impossible for you to win. I have devoured thousands of soldiers and even an Extraordinary over the years!¡± He suddenly recalled what Zero said during the fight for life on the rooftop. Are all people living here the losers of the Battle of Souls? Roland was stunned by this speculation. Now, Zero seemed to have become one of them. Chapter 636 Chapter 636: Illusory Reality Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland climbed more than a dozen floors all at once. When he relaxed his muscles, he felt the intense soreness in his legs. There were no elevators in this old building. Even if this was only a dream, Roland still felt fortunate that he did not appear on the top floor. Undoubtedly, Zero must be the one that created this, but this would not only be the act of Zero. No one would retaliate against Roland by using this kind of method. Why would she spend so much effort to create such a bizarre dream, just to let me witness her failure? This not only took away her memory as a pure witch but also turned her into a fragile middle schooler. At that moment, many evil ideas flashed through Roland¡¯s mind. With Zero¡¯s current status, she would not be able to fight back no matter what Roland did to her. Would this count as retaliation? It could be only said that at this moment, Zero indeed did something which created an irreversible twist of memory. However, the final result was something that was far from what she expected. If this gigantic tube-shaped apartment was the honest reflection of Zero¡¯s memory, this was merely just an apartment. Far away, there was a multitude of skyscrapers, swarms of cars and pedestrians on the street. Apparently this belonged to Roland¡¯s memory, a soul that came from the modern world. Zero and those she engulfed appeared in this dream as modern people. This testified that her scheme was a failure. That would be a more reasonable speculation. ¡°What about myself then?¡± Roland was pondering this question as he slowly walked down the stairs. He did not belong here, or at least, he did not belong to this loser tower. One obvious characteristic was that his memory remained intact, and he knew that this was a dream and that he could leave this place anytime he willed it. Of course, next he had to make a more convenient falling tool, and then go back to the sofa to hit his head. This time Roland could still feel a slight pain which means that the authenticity of the dream could already compare to reality. That being the case, which step can be done to a greater degree? Is it encompassing or is it an empty shell? ¡­ Roland returned to room 0825 and once again examined the residence. It had a standard layout of three bedrooms and one living room with no terrace. The three single rooms were Roland¡¯s bedroom, Zero¡¯s bedroom, and one storage room respectively. There were big objects in the storage room. For example, there was an old bicycle without wheels, a sewing machine, and a rusted iron gate. They would not even be worth any money for recycling. Next, he walked to Zero¡¯s bedroom. There was a sign on the door that said, ¡°No unauthorized entry¡±. Such a caveat was nothing in Roland¡¯s eyes. He pushed open the door without hesitation. A slight but pleasant scent floated into his nose. It was a tiny room with all the furniture neatly organized. All the blankets were folded, the desk was neat, and the floor was spotlessly clean. Roland walked around. An anime dairy on the corner of the desk soon caught his attention. Has she the habit of keeping a diary? This would be a great opportunity to learn about Zero¡¯s past experiences. There was no emotional pressure on Roland in regards to taking a peek at a little girl¡¯s diary in a dream. Roland picked up the pink book and found that there was a plastic lock on the side of the diary. However, that would be not enough to stump Roland. The plastic lock merely served as emotional comfort for kids. It would not actually prevent someone from peeping at the diary. Roland found two toothpicks, stuck the toothpicks into the keyhole and moved the toothpicks back and forth. He opened the plastic lock after only a few tries. Roland flipped to the first page. The handwriting on the page seemed immature, but there were rarely any ink dots or whiteouts. Apparently, she was very serious when she wrote the diary. ¡°February 16th, due to the relocation of school, I¡¯ve been sent to a house in an unfamiliar city. The house-owner is called Roland, a somewhat untidy uncle. He works at a bar and always sleeps during the day, leaves the house at night, and comes back very late at night. He always has this disgusting smell of alcohol on him.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t really want to live here. But my family said that he only asks the minimum rent and provides meals. My family will send me to the countryside if I make another complaint about this house.¡± ¡°What kind of absurd setting is this?¡± Roland could not help but seethe. He went to a bar only a few times in his life, not to mention working at a bar. Despite such absurdness, the dream itself was an unreasonable place that often connected numerous unrelated fragments, and no one would notice any difference in the dream. With that thought, Roland did not feel like fretting over this dream anymore. ¡°February 27th, school has started. Uncle Roland seems to have lost his job. He looks very depraved. Dinner yesterday was a cup noodle that I bought.¡± ¡°March 2nd, I¡¯ve spent all my allowance buying cup noodles recently. This isn¡¯t a good sign. The magazine said that at age 12, the body is developing and so there needs to be enough nutrition for growth. I have to talk to uncle. If he beats me up then, I, I¡¯ll endure a bit more. I¡¯d rather not go to the countryside.¡± ¡°March 3rd, he agreed with my suggestion. That¡¯s great! Every month he would give me living expenses to buy fresh food. But if I¡¯m not in school, I¡¯ll be responsible for making the meals. Who is taking care of whom? I feel like he should give me a salary for this. Never mind, I always do the chores back at home too. I¡¯m used to it.¡± ¡°June 8th, it has been three months since I arrived in the new city. I¡¯ve made lots of friends. I have the best grades in my class. Although Uncle Roland is untidy and always seems careless, he¡¯s actually not a bad guy. At least he doesn¡¯t beat me. The only thing is that he still hasn¡¯t found a job yet. Looks like he¡¯s giving up soon and that isn¡¯t a good sign. We wouldn¡¯t be able to survive just depending on the living expense that Uncle Roland¡¯s family sends to him. I have to help him.¡± ¡°June 22nd, umm¡­ It¡¯s so difficult to make money. I sold some anime drawings to students in tutoring class and only got 15 yuan. That isn¡¯t even enough to buy two days of food. Am I too careless when I speak to uncle? In the end, he¡¯s still an adult. I feel like I¡¯ve been impolite, but I just couldn¡¯t control myself. Have I reached my rebellious phase?¡± ¡°June 25th, Jesus Christ! I was so frightened today. I saw that Uncle Roland fell from a chair. Good thing that there was a sofa beneath him. Putting the chair that high, was he committing suicide? This was so frustrating. What if he injured himself? That would make him less likely to get a job! Whatever, tomorrow I¡¯ll ask him what happened.¡± Besides the trivial details, Roland spent only half an hour to finish the whole diary. He now understood the reason that Zero had been living with him. The dream made up backgrounds for everyone that matched with his or her modern identity. This was undoubtedly a very complex structure. He would not be able to accomplish this just by using his brain. No wonder he was in a coma for almost two months after the soul dual. He put the diary back to the original place. Roland noticed something that made dazed him for a moment. There was a stack of books next to the desk. It seemed to be that little girl¡¯s textbooks. Roland swallowed and moved all the textbooks to him. The first textbook was a literature book and the second was a social science textbook. When Roland saw the third textbook, he was out of breath for a moment. It was an 8th-grade chemistry textbook. Its content was simple with only a few words. The majority of the book was pictures. From a glance, it almost looked like the book I Wonder Why . When Roland flipped to the last page, a folded long page fell out. Roland flattened the page, a complete periodic table of elements appeared before his eyes. Chapter 637 Chapter 637: Development Plan Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Waking up from the Dream World, Roland sprang out of his bed. Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he draped his coat over his shoulders and hurried to his office. He took out several blank papers and started to write down the missing parts of the periodic table of elements and ¡°Elementary Chemistry¡± from his memory. He also concluded some rules from the previous two trips to the Dream World. First, the time passed at a different pace in that world. This was easy to understand, as even a nap was enough for a long, vivid dream. Roland thought it might be caused by the increased response speed of the brain. In a dream, it just needed to pull all the sensory inputs out from the memory and entered them into a dream instead of uploading and processing information from all five senses. Take the last trip as an example. He had left the Dream World at 3:00 p.m. by falling from a standing herringbone ladder in his bedroom before Zero had come back. Until that time, he had spent eight hours in that world. However, when he woke up in the real world, it was still midnight and the moon was shining high in the sky. Second, his brain had been so excited in the vivid dreams that traveling to the Dream World did not mean having a rest. This was a tricky problem, as in this way he would be busy for the whole 24 hours of a day. In the day, he had to handle state affairs in the real world, and at night, he needed to make money to raise the family in the Dream World. He was surprised to find that he himself had become one of the model workers of Neverwinter¡­ and the most hardworking one. By now, he had not yet tried to sleep in the Dream World. Due to the time differences, he guessed sleeping in it would be more efficient. Third, the Dream World was different from ordinary dream experiences. This world was clear, stable and had its own rules. This must have been caused by Zero. She had created this new world about which he knew just a little bit. He wondered at this world, thinking, ¡°Does it have boundaries? How many fragments does it mix? How much hidden or forgotten information will I discover there?¡± He waited out the night until the dawn reached. After having breakfast, he summoned all high officials of City Hall to the reception hall of his castle. He needed to check on the progress of their works after the whole month, and more importantly, he wanted to work out the development plan for the next development stage for the coming challenge. Now that the church was no longer a major threat, he had to get ready for the upcoming attacks from demons and put his all into the preparation for the Battle of Divine Will. Roland set his eyes on the other kingdoms. Barov wiped his forehead and said, ¡°Uhm¡­ you mean we¡¯ll recruit people not only from each domain of Graycastle but also from Everwinter and Wolfheart? Your Majesty, it¡¯s a very big project.¡± Roland said in a deep voice, ¡°The news that the church has suffered a sharp defeat will soon spread all over the continent. After that, Holy City of Hermes can hardly control Everwinter and Wolfheart. Seeing the sign of weakness, those local noble men driven to the church by the wars will turn their backs on it soon. This offers us an exciting opportunity to draw their people to Graycastle with gold royals or even violent measures.¡± Not being affected by any form of nationalism, people of this era did not care very much about who they worked for, as long as they could bring their families together with them. Roland continued to explain, ¡°In the next spring, the seaport of Neverwinter will be put into use. All you have to do is to formulate a recruiting plan, rent ships from the Fjords merchants and find places to accommodate the newcomers in the city. I know this will cost City Hall a huge sum of gold royals, but we¡¯ve got to do this no matter what. All of you know it clearly that the church isn¡¯t our ultimate challenge.¡± As City Hall had lots of related experiences, Roland was confident in this ambitious plan to expand population in a short time. For example, City Hall had sent emissary delegations to the Southern Territory and the Eastern Region to recruit people for many times before this plan. As for resettlement work, it also had rich experiences and a whole set of regulations. City Hall of Neverwinter had already become a reliable and mature administration body. However, it had no experience in sea transportation. Roland planned to ask Thunder and Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce to assist it. ¡°By the way, in order to lighten your workload, I¡¯ll officially hire Miss Edith Kant to work as your adjutant in City Hall.¡± Roland paused a little and continued, ¡°I find no fault with her previous performance in Coldwind Ridge battle and the work in Adviser Department. I believe you¡¯ll feel much easier with her help.¡± Barov said anxiously, ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty, but I can do it on my own¡­¡± Roland interrupted him. ¡°I¡¯ve decided. Just do what I say.¡± After that, he turned to look at Scroll, saying, ¡°Education is another focus in the next development stage. How did the training of the secondary teachers go?¡± Scroll shook her head and said, ¡°By now, only Ferlin has passed the assessment test. Your Majesty, I¡¯m afraid this method won¡¯t work.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Roland was not surprised by the failure of the plan. As most of the Neverwinter¡¯s primary teachers were knights, using the teaching materials written by Scroll, they did not have any trouble teaching the students to read and write. However, when the Education Ministry wanted to improve the quality of the teachers, it met a problem. The only reason for the knight¡¯s reading and writing abilities was that they had had access to education. Being literate did not necessarily mean that they were good at studying. To become secondary teachers, they need to be qualified in disciplines including math, physics, and chemistry, which were not easy to learn. Roland thought for a while and made a decision, saying, ¡°Given that, let¡¯s pick new secondary teachers from the students. To encourage top students to continue their studies at school, we need to include a scholarship scheme in the budget for the next year.¡± ¡°Sch-scholarship?¡± Scroll thought for a moment and continued, ¡°Do you mean the reward system we¡¯ve adapted in Longsong Stronghold?¡± Roland explained, ¡°No, not at all. That reward system was designed to attract more people to the school, but this scholarship scheme only rewards the top students. It aims to attract them to continue studying in the school by offering them money as much as most workers can make.¡± Generally, when a student completed universal education and got a diploma, he would try to find a job to raise his family as soon as possible instead of furthering his studies at school. To make sure that people who were good at studying would get better trained, he must build a special fiscal fund, namely, a scholarship scheme, to subsidize those people. Roland continued to explain his plan to Scroll, ¡°First, you can set high standard score to pick out only 20-30 students who¡¯ll be paid for with scholarships, and then you work with Ferlin to teach them. Their learning speed must be much faster than that of those knights. After the training, anyone who passes the assessment is qualified to become a secondary teacher whose starting monthly salary is 50 silver royals, and the ones who fail in the assessment can apply for the other jobs.¡± When he got the first batch of secondary teachers, he planned to soften the terms of the scholarship scheme and promote the higher level of knowledge and education among the people. Chapter 638 Chapter 638: The Temptation of the Periodic Table of Elements Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Barov said, ¡°Your Majesty, City Hall has no problem with this program, but¡­ we don¡¯t need that many secondary teachers, do we?¡± Knowing that Edith would soon become an official member of City Hall, Barov looked a little unhappy but still focused on the subject of the discussion. Roland was pleased to see this mature reaction. The prince ticked off the other jobs those students could do, saying, ¡°they don¡¯t have to become secondary teachers. With better education background, they can choose to become researchers and managers in the plants. They should understand the principles behind the machines instead of simply knowing how to operate them. They should know how to train workers, how to maintain or, perhaps, improve equipment. The Ministry of Education must make efforts to turn our people into industrial personnel. Otherwise, it¡¯ll be meaningless to have a large population.¡± ¡°Industrial Personnel?¡± Scroll repeated Roland¡¯s words in a low voice and then asked, ¡°does it refer to the people engaged in industrial production?¡± ¡°Almost.¡± Roland confirmed and continued to explain his idea. ¡°the people who have finished universal education can become ordinary workers, namely, junior industrial personnel. By having more of them, we could scale up our industrial production, but industrialization isn¡¯t just about scale¡­ City Hall won¡¯t be able to take care of everything, so I want to see two to three out of a hundred people get secondary or even higher education level. They can be placed on both production and management positions, so did the secondary teachers. By doing so, we¡¯ll see that the plants will become independent organizations who can develop themselves following the instruction of City Hall.¡± Without education, Neverwinter could not enjoy its population dividend no matter how many people it had. Due to the limited education resources, he could not make secondary and higher education universal right now. To quench his thirst for talents, he decided to use this scholarship scheme to quickly select and foster a batch of capable people for the city. As to the other people, in his plan, as long as they finished primary education and became literate, they would fill ordinary production positions, like a cog in a machine. ¡°I see,¡± Scroll said. Roland tapped on the table and added, ¡°There¡¯s another thing. Add ideological education to the universal primary education. I¡¯ll give you a detailed teaching plan later.¡± He could not help but recall the contents of the textbook of ideological and moral education he had read in Dream World. In this era, strengthening ideological and moral construction was as important as adapting steam engines. Seeing Scroll nodded, he stood up and glanced at everyone in the hall, saying, ¡°to sum up, this year and the next, City Hall should focus on expanding the population, enhancing education and upgrading industrial production, especially the first two tasks. They¡¯ll determine how far we can go. I hope that all of you will do your best before the arrival of more dreadful and powerful enemies!¡± ¡°We¡¯ll do our best for Your Majesty!¡± All the officials stood up and said simultaneously. ¡°And it¡¯s also for yourselves.¡± Roland heaved a sigh of relief and continued. ¡°That¡¯s all for today¡¯s meeting, and¡­ Kyle Sichi, come to my office.¡± ¡­ Chief Alchemist followed Roland to the office. As soon as he closed the door, he asked straightforwardly, ¡°Your Majesty, do you have any new idea or new product to make? If not, I hope I can go back to my lab earlier.¡± Roland could not help but smile, saying, ¡°You¡¯re still so impatient. Come on, sit down. I¡¯ve something important to give you.¡± After Kyle took a seat with incredulity on his face, Roland slowly picked up his cup to sip some tea and asked, ¡°How are the alchemists from the king¡¯s city?¡± Chief Alchemist replied with a frown, ¡°I guess they¡¯re just fine. I don¡¯t talk with them very much, except about the chemical experiments. If you want to know, you can ask them directly.¡± Roland could tell from Kyle¡¯s reaction that alchemists of Alchemist Workshop of the king¡¯s city seemed to have formed a little clan of their own. They had brought many students here, which was helpful for the chemical industry production but at the same time put pressure on Kyle and his students. Keeping this thought to himself, Roland changed a subject. ¡°Now that the two acid liquids and smokeless gunpowder have gone into mass production, I plan to set up an independent department to meet with ever-growing demands for these products.¡± He paused a while and continued. ¡°Do you want to work as Minister of Chemical Industry?¡± Kyle answered without any hesitation, ¡°I remember you¡¯ve mentioned it before, but¡­ I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty. I just can¡¯t give up my experiments in the labs for some trivial management work, so my answer is still the same.¡± ¡°Do not hurry to refuse me.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°I know that you don¡¯t want to waste your time on this kind of things, as you devote yourself to chemistry and want to explore its mystery¡­ But what if I can directly show you what you want to know? ¡± ¡°What?¡± Kyle Sichi was startled. Roland took something out from his drawer and slowly spread it in front of Kyle. It was a white paper with many squared on it ¡ª the periodic table of elements, which he had written last night. ¡°Th-This is¡­¡± The old alchemist¡¯s eyes went straight to it. Stretching out his trembling hands, he wanted to snatch it from the king but meanwhile was so afraid to tear it. ¡°Didn¡¯t you say¡­ you forgot the contents in the blanks?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve remembered lots of details recently, including some about the book ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡±. This time it¡¯ll be completed.¡± Roland pulled the table back a little so that Kyle could only stare at it. ¡°Your Majesty, I¡­¡± Kyle stopped here and closed his mouth, since he had already got what the king meant. Roland smiled and said, ¡°That¡¯s right. If you become Minister of Chemical Industry, I¡¯ll give you this periodic table of elements, complete ¡®Intermediate Chemistry¡¯ and maybe even ¡®Advanced Chemistry¡¯.¡± Roland admired the Chief Alchemist¡¯s enthusiasm toward chemistry but also knew that limited by this era¡¯s conditions, Kyle could hardly know more chemical knowledge than a senior high school student did in modern times. Now that he had complete chemistry textbooks, he decided to show them to Kyle. By doing so, he could enable Kyle to have more time to teach more students and effectively reduce the influence of Alchemist Workshop of the king¡¯s city. He also believed that although Kyle preferred chemical experiments to trivial matters in management, as the former Chief in the Alchemic Workshop of Redwater City, he must have a sound knowledge of management, and basic organization and coordination skills. ¡°I¡­ get it.¡± Kyle bowed after hesitating for a moment. ¡°I¡¯ll serve as your minister.¡± Somehow, Roland found that compared to imposing his will on the others, he became increasingly fond of this method of offering conditions that could not be denied as a bargaining chip in negotiations. He wondered was this syndrome of a person in power. No matter what, he believed that it was a win-win option. He folded the periodic table of elements and handed it to Kyle, saying, ¡°When you¡¯ve more students, you¡¯ll have less trivial things to do by yourself. Here¡¯s your bonus paid in advance. Do your best, and your name will be recorded in the history of chemistry.¡± Chapter 639 Chapter 639: Isabella Translator: TransN Editor: TransN If not for the shackles on her hands and feet, Isabella would have forgotten that she was a prisoner . After she had told Roland¡¯s witches that the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation embedded in the walls of the cell could not affect her ability, she had been transferred to an ordinary bedroom guarded by some guards. When she had been sent back to the Western Region of Graycastle, she had got a ¡°cell¡± similar to the previous bedroom. It was not damp or cold and had no dirty water flowing on the ground. In this quite spacious room, she was offered a bed, a bench and a toilet in a cubicle. All the windows of the room were blocked by iron strips, but warm sunshine could still get through them into the room. The conditions here were much better than that of the secret jail of Pivotal Secret Authority. Having outstanding looks, she had thought that she would get some ¡°normal¡± treatment of prisoners of war, but nothing had happened. No one had sneaked into her room at night. She had not been humiliated or tortured. The guards at the door never spoke to her except when they delivered meals to her. The most frequent visitors to her cell were two of Roland¡¯s witches. One was said to come from 400 years ago and another one who was blonde always wore a hood. No matter what they had asked, Isabella had answered them honestly. She had even asked them to bring her papers and a quill to write down some recordings of the secret history and demon documents she had read in Pivotal Secret Temple¡¯s Library. The witches had never tortured her either, but she could tell that the blonde witch wanted to give her a hard time. She felt confused seeing her leave with a cold face every time when she finished answering all their questions. She knew that they would not believe whatever she said, and based on what had happened during each of their visits, she was sure that one of them must be able to detect lies. She guessed that the blonde witch was planning to punish her when she caught her lying, but this thought made her even more confused. She just could not think of a reason for this action, as they could do whatever they want to a prisoner. She felt increasingly oppressed by worry as the time went by. She wondered why Roland Wimbledon had never appeared during the past two months. She could think of only two answers to this question. First, the king had not woke up yet. Second, he never planned to meet her. Neither of these was good news for her. She believed that after she confessed all she knew, she would be put on trial and then executed. Ready to devote all she had to defeat demons, Isabella had no complaints about her current situation, but waiting to die day after day still stressed her out. She sighed and walked in chains to her bed. She sat down, picked up her quill and spread a blank paper on her laps, thinking that if she could finish writing down all she remebered quickly, she would be able to come to her end sooner. At this moment, she heard footsteps outside. It sounded like more than two people were coming to her cell. Isabella¡¯s heart vibrated. Her door was pushed open. She put down the quill and turned around. Besides the two witches, here came a gray-haired young man. Based on the previous information she had received, she knew he was Roland Wimbledon, the King of Graycastle. He woke up? ¡°Does he come to sentence me?¡± Keeping those thoughts to herself, she stood up and slightly bowed to him. She said with feigned indifference, ¡°I thought you would never come to meet me.¡± To her great surprise, Roland said calmly, ¡°You¡¯re Isabella, right? You¡¯re the witch who made my God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation lose effect. I didn¡¯t meant to postpone this meeting with you. I had an incredible long dream and just woke up. I fought against Zero in the dream and I defeated her in the end. However, as the winner, I didn¡¯t get everything, her knowledge or skills, as she said.¡± ¡°It¡¯s impossible!¡± Isabella blurted. Roland asked with great interest, ¡°Why? I guess I can¡¯t get what she had, as I¡¯m a man who can never become a witch.¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing to do with gender.¡± Isabella shook her head. ¡°The trophy a winner will get in Soul Battlefield is memories and lifespan, which can be owned by any human being, and only the creatures who have those two things can step into Soul Battlefield. As for the abilities of witches and magic power, they can¡¯t be absorbed by the winner. Otherwise, Zero would have absorbed me.¡± ¡°What do you mean¡­ There¡¯re creatures she can¡¯t invade and absorb?¡± Isabella explained, ¡°Animals can¡¯t get into the Soul Battlefield, as they¡¯ve no intelligence. Even if they did and win, they can never understand human beings¡¯ memories.¡± ¡°That may also be caused by the difference between species.¡± ¡°As far as I know, among the thousands of souls she absorbed, there¡¯re some demon and some hybrid demonic beast.¡± She sighed and continued. ¡°But it happened before I was born. I¡¯ve just heard her mention about it when we were chatting.¡± ¡°Demon and¡­ demonic beast?¡± Hearing what Isabella said, Roland and his witches could not help but look at each other at a loss for words. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell us about this?¡± The blonde witch shouted this question to Isabella. ¡°Because this will only increase your anxiety and hardly helps you.¡± Isabella paused and slowed down to explain. ¡°Even Zero herself admitted that the memories of the other species were so crazy that they placed a heavy burden on her. She said she had never tried it again after that.¡± The king did not seem to be scared. Instead, he smiled and said, ¡°Interesting. By the way, did Zero mention to you what would happen to the losers in Soul Battlefield?¡± ¡°They¡¯ll disappear from this world as if they never exist.¡± Roland raised his eyebrow and asked, ¡°Any difference between the losers who give up voluntarily and those who fight to death?¡± ¡°All of them will disappear, but¡­¡± Isabel continued after a thought. ¡°Zero seemed to have said that the memories she absorbed could be divided into two kinds.¡± Roland seemed particularly interested in this issue and asked, ¡°What are they?¡± ¡°One kind of memories were disorganized with residual consciousness of the losers. They would affect Zero herself. The other kind of memories were completely open to her. She could read them whenever she wanted.¡± She paused for a moment and continued. ¡°She said that it was harder to recall and easier to forget the first kind of memories¡­ She casually mentioned it once. I didn¡¯t ask her for more details at that time, but I¡¯m sure you¡¯re an exception. I¡¯ve never seen anyone like you before, who get no memories at all.¡± Roland closed his eyes and knitted his eyebrows, he seemed to be thinking about something extremely complicated. He remained speechless for nearly 10 minutes and then heaved a long sigh, saying, ¡°I see.¡± ¡°What on earth was he thinking?¡± Curious as she was, she still kept her mouth shut. She knew that she should never ask such a question as a prisoner. Roland said to her, ¡°Now, let¡¯s talk about you.¡± Chapter 640 Chapter 640: Dream World Hypotheses Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Isabella slightly lowered her head, waiting for her sentence in silence. Roland sounded calm. ¡°You should thank your own ability, not because it¡¯s unique, but because it can¡¯t kill anyone. No matter how felonious an act you¡¯re involved in, such as assisting Zero in attacking me, you¡¯re just an accessory offender. I can spare your life, but you still have to atone for your sin, like the others who violate the law.¡± Roland¡¯s words somehow took a weight off her mind. She was not afraid of death, but not fond of it, either. ¡°As long as you can defeat demons, I¡¯m willing to do everything for you.¡± Roland said slowly, ¡°demons are enemies of the mankind. I¡¯ll certainly fight against them till death, but my way is different from that of the church. I won¡¯t try to win the Battle of Divine Will at the cost of destroying human beings¡¯ potential. Given that, you¡¯ve got to change some of your habits. From now on, you¡¯re no longer a Pure Witch of the church. Instead, you¡¯re an atoning witch.¡± Zero, you were wrong. He knew about demons and the Union a long time ago and is even ready to fight the Battle of Divine Will. Indeed, he was a common man whose life and belief would come to the end after decades, but now, he gets your limitless lifespan. Given that, he must be the chosen one of the deities. At this thought, Isabella knelt down with her shackles. She lowered her head, letting all her long hair spread over the floor, and said, ¡°yes, my lord.¡± When she stood up again, Roland opened his mouth and said, ¡°here¡¯s not the Holy City of Hermes, and you¡¯re not a servant to me. You¡¯re just an atoning person, but I won¡¯t send you to the mines to do hard labor for twenty years. All you have to do is to cooperate with Agatha in her research on the magic power. Isabella was startled, wondering, ¡°that¡¯s all I have to do for him?¡± Roland continued to say, ¡°your atoning period is five years. I¡¯ll ask Wendy to arrange a new place for you to live and during this period of time, you don¡¯t have to wear any shackles, but you only have limited freedom. That¡¯s to say, besides your living place and Agatha¡¯s Spellcaster Tower, if you want to go anywhere else, you¡¯ll have to act under the Witch Union¡¯s surveillance.¡± ¡°Yes, I see.¡± ¡°By the way, are you sure that there are no other witches in the Holy City?¡± asked Roland. She had answered this question for many times since she had become a prisoner. She thought for a moment and still shook her head, saying, ¡°for this decisive battle, Zero converted all the useless new witches into God¡¯s Punishment Warriors and took all the other witches to the battlefield. There¡¯re still many girls in cloisters, but awakenings of new witches seldom happen before Months of Demons. Vanilla, Margie and me are probably the only three remaining Pure Witches of the church.¡± Having heard what she said, Roland said nothing. He turned around and walked toward the door. The blonde witch came up and unlock her shackles. Seeing herself get free hands again, Isabella could hardly believe what had happened. Is this my sentence? No jail time, no humiliation and no torture. Is he serious? She suddenly spoke out, ¡°Your Majesty, what about Vanilla and Margie¡­¡± Roland looked back at her and said, ¡°they¡¯re better than you. They were just influenced by the distorted ideas of the cloisters¡¯ education, far from being crazy. If they can give up those thoughts, they may even join the Witch Union.¡± Roland and the two witches left. The cell door creaked shut. ¡°So that¡¯s it,¡± Isabella felt completely relieved. She lay on her plank bed in the sunshine coming through the window. Despite the glaring light, she squinted up at the blue sky behind the steel bars. ¡°What a lovely day,¡± she thought. *************** Back in the office, Nightingale expressed her discontent, saying, ¡°her punishment is too light. She almost killed you.¡± ¡°It¡¯s Zero who almost killed me, not her.¡± Roland handed her a piece of dried fish. She took it with her mouth and mumbled, ¡°she created such a chance for Zero. Otherwise, it was impossible for you to be dragged into Soul Battlefield. Roland explained patiently, ¡°but you can tell she really wants to fight against demons, can¡¯t you? She didn¡¯t commit an unforgivable crime, and I¡¯m just alright. That¡¯s enough for her punishment. By doing so, we show all the people that we¡¯re willing to spend a thousand pieces of gold to buy outstanding talents.¡± ¡°Spend a thousand gold royals¡­and what?¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ I mean propaganda effects.¡± Roland coughed twice and continued. ¡°Seeing her example, more people will understand that as long as they don¡¯t break legal bottom line, they¡¯ll still get a chance by making atonement. After all, our enemy is demons. To increase our odds of winning the Battle of Divine Will, letting her redeem herself by good services is the best choice.¡± Nightingale twitched her lips and said, ¡°well, I¡¯ll watch her for you.¡± Roland walked to the French window and recalled what Isabella had said. The memories Zero absorbed could be divided into two kinds. One kind of memories was disorganized with a residual consciousness of the losers. They would affect Zero herself. The other kind of memories were complete and open to her. She could read them whenever she wanted. She said that it was harder to recall and easier to forget the first kind of memories¡­ Is this the reason why she repeatedly persuaded me to give in during the Battle of Souls? She suffered no side-effects in absorbing the surrenders who willingly gave her all their memories. That¡¯s why she stopped at all the crucial moments. She wanted me to give up fighting, in order to get my complete memories. He found that this process seemed similar to the one in which he possessed Prince Roland¡¯s body. As Prince Roland¡¯s memories were just like that, complete and always there in his head. He could easily recall the prince¡¯s memories anytime he wanted to and put them aside when he did not need them. They were like archived files. He did not have to memorize any detail of them, but even after a year when he opened them again they still remained the same as before. Given that Prince Roland had been killed by Garcia¡¯s assassin and had no willpower to resist his death at that time, he thought he could be considered a loser who gave up in the Battle of Souls. Now, he was wondering what the strong-willed losers would do? Based on what Isabella had said, this kind of memories with the residual consciousness of the losers would affect Zero herself, including changing her thoughts, personality, and even beliefs. Absorbing thousands of souls had made her complex, technically, a very different person from who she had been before. If she had wanted vengeance on him, she would have poured all those crazy memories into his mind. When that happened, she would end up being shattered, but Roland would not be the same Roland as before. In this chaotic storm of memories, each unyielding soul¡¯s willpower would strive for predominance in his mind. Zero would take this chance to come back again. However, out of Zero¡¯s expectation, he was not a man of this era. The amount of information a person living in the modern age absorbed in one day was equivalent to that of a person in ancient times did in months or even years. As a man from an era of information explosion, he read and memorized various kinds of information in every waking moment. His mind could keep the useful information and eliminate the meaningless ones by instinct. As a result, all the memory fragments were swallowed up and reorganized, forming a strange new world, his Dream World. Unfortunately, he could not ask Zero to confirm this speculation. She had lost all she had including her memories and turned into an innocent child in Dream World. Chapter 641 Chapter 641: The Door to the Fragment Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Now he was responsible for raising the newborn. Roland yawned while getting up from the bed. He noticed that the ladder that he had used for falling was still laid on its side and that beyond the blinds, it was bright. He had been wearing clothes when he fell from the ladder, and yet now he had nothing on but a pair of boxers. ¡°Was this caused by the inertia of the subconscious?¡± It seemed that every departure from the Dream World would continue for some time until he fell asleep again, which would ensure that every time he entered the dream, it would be the exact moment he woke up in the Dream World¡­ ¡°How formalized was that?!¡± He decided to depart the Dream World at midnight to see if he could eliminate the sleepwalking-like unconscious behavior. In addition, Roland also felt exhausted from the lack of sleep, totally unlike someone who had just woken up. His eyes were bloodshot and dry, and his mind was fogged. He also could not stop yawning. He had stayed up for more than 20 hours if he counted the time in the Dream World too. Roland thought that maybe he had better catch some sleep in the afternoon. Roland put on a short-sleeved shirt and walked into the living room where he saw the diminutive figure again. ¡°You¡¯re up so early today?¡± Zero looked a bit surprised. ¡°I haven¡¯t even started to make breakfast yet¡­ You wait here for a while. I¡¯ll go and prepare it now.¡± Obviously, Zero just got up as well. Her white long hair hanging disorderly over her shoulders with wisps of hair sticking up, she looked completely different from the usual her who was neat and quick. She was still wearing the pale blue dress with white stockings, which, if Roland was not mistaken, had been worn for three days. Since Zero had kept her bedroom tidy, it must be definitely due to her shortage of clothes to change into rather than laziness or insanitation. Somehow, Roland felt quite bitter in his heart. Not only for her, but also for himself. Roland could not believe it when thinking of the 300¡­ no, 250 yuan in his pocket. How could he, the founder of the Dream World, and Zero, the trigger for the Dream World, descend to such a state? It could not be more tragic. Roland would not let the situation worsen, since money was necessary when he wanted to buy books or explore this Dream World. He had to find a way to seek a stable income. 250 yuan could not even pay for a taxi, let alone to pay food and utilities. When Roland was absorbed in thought about how to make money, Zero had busied herself in the kitchen. She rapidly lit the fire to heat the pan before pouring in oil and heating it up. With a single hand, she cracked an egg and splattered it into the pan. Although the pan was too heavy for her to shovel up and down, she could just use a spatula to scramble the egg. As the heated oil was sizzling in the pan, the tantalizing aroma of an omelet soon filled the living room. Because of the limited cost of living, their breakfast had barely changed. Roland had two fried fritters and a fried egg, just as usual, and Zero had only one fried fritter. ¡°Were these fritters bought yesterday?¡± Roland took a bite and found it no longer crisp. ¡°Of course.¡± Zero grunted. ¡°They were the last fritters in grocery store last night, so they were especially cheap. Sometimes the owner would give me some of the raw flour dough from which I can simply make several fritters on my own.¡± Roland was surprised and asked, ¡°Did you do the same thing at your home?¡± ¡°Almost.¡± The little girl shook her head, saying nothing more. She seemed unwilling to talk about her family. After breakfast, she dressed up simply before carrying the bag and heading off to school. She walked to the door and said, ¡°Uncle, as usual, I¡¯ll be out until noon. You have to wash the dishes.¡± ¡°Ah, just go. Take care!¡± Roland nodded. Zero could not help but get startled. After a while, she said yes and went out. Well, it was time to check and count his property. He returned to his bedroom and checked every corner of the bedside cabinets and wardrobe, sorting out all his belongings. Firstly, it was the wallet that also contained an ID card and a credit card as well as the over 200 yuan. It looked so shabby. Roland, of course, threw some expired lottery tickets straight into the trash can. Even if those tickets drew prizes, they were overdue. Moreover, he simply did not believe anything with such a small probability would fall on him. Secondly, there was a cell phone that had a completely empty contact list except for the bank information that showed him the cash flow in his card. Having read the message from the bank, Roland noticed that Zero¡¯s parents would send 1,500 yuan to him at the end of each month. But now, four days to the next remittance, there was only 20 yuan left in the card, which would be only enough to save him from starvation. In this case, there was no way for him to do other things. Finally, there were some pieces of jewelry seemingly made of gold, and yet Roland was not sure about it. He wondered if they were prepared for marriage. If he sold them to a gold shop, Roland might earn almost 1,000 yuan, which could be used for emergencies. This was all his disposable wealth. But it barely helped the current situation, Roland sighed. He then turned his eyes towards the furnishings in the lumber-room. He opened the door in the far end of the suite and looked at some old items in the room. The iron bicycle and sewing machine, which was covered with dust and cobwebs, would presumably be worth 30 to 40 yuan due to its material, especially the latter one which was extremely heavy and hard for him to move alone. And the big iron door, which could count as scrap iron, might be worth over 100 yuan. These piddling amounts of money might seem of little importance in Roland¡¯s eyes at the usual time, but they were quite precious to him now. If he went to a secondhand bookstore to buy abandoned schoolbooks, over 100 yuan would be enough to cover the used books of all subjects. He made up his mind at the thought. Roland remembered that there were small ads posted on the stairwell, which included the phone number of a recycle station. But before selling them, he had to clean them up first. Roland thought that maybe they would be worth more if he made them cleaner. Gasping, he carried and dragged the bicycle and sewing machine to the living room, and then he found something wrong. The thick, big iron door did not seem to lean against the wall of the lumber-room, but was built into the wall! ¡°Damn it. Which bastard did this? What¡¯s the meaning of making a door on this wall? It¡¯s the outer wall of the apartment. Is it to make it more convenient for someone to commit suicide?¡± ¡°And there¡¯s also a lock hanging ridiculously on the door!¡± ¡°Wait¡­¡± It occurred to him that two keys were attached to his key ring. Roland immediately went and fetched his keys which included the key to the main door. He put the other key into the keyhole. Unexpectedly, they were well matched. With a click, the rusty lock flicked open and fell from the bolt. Roland did not bother to pick it up but just pulled the bolt and forcibly opened the iron door. The cold wind tangled with the snow and stormed in. This made him, who wore a short-sleeved shirt and a boxers tremble. To his astonishment, there was a snow world behind the iron door. He could dimly see a greige city surrounded by snow mountains that waved up and down far away. Built along the walls on both sides of the crack in the mountain, the city was wrapped in a big breach. In the center of the city, a towering building stood erect in the howling wind, like a pillar connecting to heaven. Although it was the first time for him to see such scene, Roland immediately realized where it was. ¡°New Holy City, Hermes¡± A stronghold city was built on the fractured area of the Impassable Mountain Range. It was also a symbol that signified the mightiness and toughness of the church. Chapter 642 Chapter 642: First Exploration Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Bang!¡± Roland fiercely shut the door and took a deep breath. The Snow that adhered to him quickly melted into water. Although he had long understood that dreams were variable, this scene still shocked him. Roland walked to the window of the lumber-room and looked out to check the outer wall. The wall was flat and neat without even a trace of being inlaid a door or repaired. In other words, the door was inlaid into the wall while the apartment was ¡°finished¡±, rather than being built in afterwards. So¡­ was the door only in room 0825, or in every flat? If the door was also built into other flats, what kind of scene did they have and where did they lead to? Roland felt excited about this idea. He returned to his bedroom and rummaged through the wardrobe before slipping on a set of winter clothes. The dilapidated coat he picked looked like it had lost most of its feathers and the wool in the knitted scarf was forked, but since he did not have a better choice at this moment, he had to get accustomed to them. It was a hot summer day, after he put on the warm clothes, Roland felt he was surrounded by stoves, sweating profusely, his body temperature soaring. Once again he walked close to the iron door. He kicked off the flip-flops and replaced them with a pair of green leather shoes before pushing open the door and stepping out. The moment he entered the snow world, the cold wind howled through the gaps of his collar and cuffs and drilled into his body. When the cold wind met the hot sweats on his skin, he felt extremely icy cold and could not help sneezing. ¡°Wait, if I keep this door open, does it mean that I¡¯ll have an air conditioner that costs no power?¡± Roland thought. He wondered what Zero would think this scene. Roland rubbed his nose and looked back. The door looked like it was connected with a basement that was half buried in the slope. There were many similar low storehouses around this area which were obviously built by farmers or merchants who lived outside the city. But Roland noticed that these storehouses were unguarded, as if the entire campsite was abandoned. However, what really marveled Roland was the scene that was hundreds of meters away from the slope. He saw a clear boundary of this world. As far as he could see, the snow slope was abruptly cut in the middle while spall floated in the mid-air as if they had become weightless. Violent cyclones and endless darkness took place in that space. Occasionally a bolt of scarlet lightning crackled through the sky, illuminating the border area, and even so, the darkness stretched out beyond what he could see. This scene was appalling but extraordinarily magnificent. If he could put words on it, it was like a lonely island floating in the void. The boundary had spread along the mountain land until it disappeared in the snowstorm. Undoubtedly, there must be another similar boundary on the other side of Holy City, but it was too far away for him to see it now. Was this the memory fragment that remained in Zero¡¯s mind? Roland did not dare go near the boundary to see through it. Both the violent wind that ripped the spall and the lightning that crackled the sky were dangers to him. He also did not immediately move towards Holy City. Overlooking from here, he estimated that it would take him at least half an hour to reach the city. It would take longer if he had to wade through the ankle-deep snow. He needed sufficient preparation. After that, Roland wandered through this suburban campsite. He could not find anything alive, whether in half-buried storehouses, dwelling houses or tents. All of the people just seemed as if they had vanished. It was somewhat like the Soul Battlefield for him, nothing more than a stage built with memory. Accordingly, Holy City should be unmanned as well. Although there was no trace of life around, the storehouses were well filled, like a freeze-frame of the memory from when it was spun off. Those fresh grapes in Roland¡¯s hand would be an example to illustrate his point. Roland found them in the small basement next door. The iron lock on the door could not stop him. He simply twisted off the lock and the bolt with a wrench he found in the house. There was plenty of food in it, like cured jerky, fillets, wheat, and even a small half-box of grapes. The grapes looked very fresh. They must have been carried from the old Holy City beneath the plateau. When Roland put one into his mouth, he could still taste its cool sweetness. His biggest gain was a small iron box he had found in a hidden compartment in the basement. It was not because of his careful searching but simply because it had opened when he entered the basement. An oil lamp was lit beside it, as if someone abruptly vanished at the moment he was putting things into the compartment. The compartment was left open, revealing the half-hidden iron box. The box contained over 10 gold royals and several translucent gemstones that were clearly of high quality. Roland pocketed all of them without hesitation. After he confirmed the things in the memory fragment could be taken into his flat, he got busy at once. After two hours of hard work in the snow ground, Roland moved anything valuable into his house. It included lots of food and several armaments, such as armor, short swords, and crossbows. The former would save on the expense of food while the latter might be worth some money if he sold them online. Roland kept carrying things from the campsite into the lumber-room until the room was filled. After that, he had no choice but to lock the door with reluctance. He felt so good after picking up so many things for free. He could not hold back laughing when he thought there was a whole Holy City for him to plunder. The wealth of the whole city would probably make him rich overnight. Living expenses were absolutely no problem for him now. Roland was panting as he took off his clothes. When he was about to go and have some water, a turn of sharp dizziness suddenly struck him. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± He stumbled towards the tea table. But before he made it, he felt his field of view turn upside down, followed by a bang and then darkness took him. ¡­ When Roland woke up again, he found himself in his bedroom lying on the bed, aching all over as if he had been through a marathon. The night had enshrouded the city outside the blinds, indicating that he had been asleep for more than one or two hours. Roland thought that it was probably because of his overtiredness, as well as the heatstroke caused by the alternate strike of coldness and heat. And that he probably should have caught some sleep before his labor. But to his surprise, he did not feel much feeble at this moment. Instead, he was full of energy and so he disregarded the ache. It seemed as if a warm current was running through his body over and over again, causing his sense of touch to be super acute. That was when Roland sensed a faint breath near his pillow. He turned his head slightly and found Zero who was leaning beside him. She was holding a wet towel, half her cheeks illuminated by moonlight, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her back moving up and down along with her breath. Probably because the room was excessively sweltering, her dress was soaked and her arms covered with fine beads of sweat, sending out a unique aroma. Roland knew that it must be the little girl who dragged him from the living room into the bedroom. Moreover, she tried the basic way to cool him down. He smacked his lips and could still taste the residual of the patchouli liquid in his mouth. ¡°How did she manage to pour the liquid in?¡± thought Roland. Roland shook his head with resignation at the sight of Zero who slept defenselessly. He got up quietly and carried her to the bed. After that, he walked softly back to the living room. Zero who cared so much about the tidiness of her bedroom must have been unwilling to go to her own bed before taking a bath. He just simply left her on his bed. Anyway, it was dirty enough. Lying on the couch, he noticed that the ache was fading and that he could increasingly sense the warm current in his body. Roland realized that it was not an illusion. But something hard to describe. He dug into his trouser pocket for a gold royal that he had brought out from the memory fragment and held it in his palm. He willed the warm current to gather in his palm. Roland clenched his fist, and when he unclenched it, the gold royal had been folded into a half-moon shape. Chapter 643 Chapter 643: How to Make a Fortune Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The next morning, Roland opened his eyes as the first ray of sunlight shone into the living room. The fan had kept blowing hot air all night, and cicadas were shrilling their familiar songs outside the window. Now he had confirmed that the sleep in the Dream World would not get him back to reality, and Roland thought that he could rest during sleep. Although this may sound a bit weird¡­ Who cares. It doesn¡¯t matter if it works. Yawning, he got off of the couch. When he was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he heard Zero screaming in the bedroom. After a moment, she appeared at the door, her face blushed. She pointed to Roland, stammering. ¡°Yesterday I¡­ You¡­¡± ¡°I slept on the couch last night.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Please, you¡¯re sweaty and unwashed. I would certainly not sleep with you.¡± The little girl pulled her collar to take a sniff and then she blushed even more like a ripe apple contrasting with her long white hair. In a flurry, she ran back to her bedroom, fiddled for a while, and rushed into the bathroom with clean clothes. Soon came the sound of showering from the bathroom. By the time she came out, Roland had finished preparing breakfast. Today¡¯s breakfast was much heartier than the usual ones. Fried bacon, salt pepper egg, roasted dried fish, and a plate of fresh grapes. Of course, they were all made of what he had taken from Holy City behind the iron door. ¡°You bought meat?¡± Zero asked in surprise, her hair wrapped in a wet towel. Roland could see her throat slightly stirring, apparently swallowing. ¡°Yeah, I bought a lot and put it all in the fridge.¡± Roland handed her a pair of chopsticks. ¡°I found a new job.¡± ¡°Did you?¡± she asked suddenly with an excited voice, seemingly forgetting what had just happened. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ll get paid soon.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°These were bought for celebration.¡± The little girl was relieved. ¡°I thought you finally crossed your bottom line and did something irreparable.¡± ¡°What does she mean by ¡®something irreparable¡¯?¡± he thought inwardly, ¡°Did she really think I would steal or rob? Uh¡­ Robbery doesn¡¯t seem a big deal in the Dream World.¡± ¡°So the reason that you had heatstroke was due to staying out in the sun too long looking for a job yesterday?¡± ¡± Probably¡­¡± he said as he threw a grape into his mouth, ¡°In short, there¡¯s no need to worry about money anymore.¡± ¡°You¡¯re so weak,¡± Zero curled her upper lip and said, ¡°When will I be able to stop worrying about you?¡± Roland was almost choked by grapes as Zero said that. He retorted. ¡°You make me feel like you¡¯ve been worrying about me all the time.¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± This reduced her to silence. After a while, she glared at Roland. ¡°You¡¯ve really wasted ingredients when cooking breakfast. You added salt to the salty bacon!¡± ¡°She seems really good at changing the topic,¡± Roland thought as he picked up a slice of bacon and place it into his mouth. ¡°I think it¡¯s quite good except some corners of it were not well fried.¡± ¡°You should leave it to me in the future.¡± Zero complained, but she quickly gulped down the food on the dishes. Then she took her bag and was about to leave. ¡°You just leave the dishes there. When I come back, and I¡¯ll wash them together with dishes for dinner.¡± ¡°Wait,¡± Roland stopped her and asked, ¡°Is there a secondhand bookstore nearby? Do you know where it is?¡± ¡­ This time he had stayed in the Dream World for three days before detaching from it. When he woke up in Neverwinter, the sun had risen high in the sky. It seemed the speed of time in the Dream World was eight times faster than here, which meant a night in Real Word would count as two days in the Dream World. Moreover, if he delayed his departure until the third day, others would just think he woke up late in the morning. The first thing Roland wanted to do after getting up was to find a gold royal and clench it. It turned out that the gold royal did not change even a little bit, but his fingers ached. Roland sighed at the fact that the inexplicable power seemed to only exist in the Dream World as expected. He put the gold royal back to his pocket, slipped on a coat and sat at his desk. Roland intended to copy out the key knowledge he had reviewed in the Dream World while his memory was still clear. It included the missing parts from every basic subject, as well as detailed designs for some large industrial equipment. He had made the best of the last three days in the Dream Word. Selling those goods he stole from the campsite behind the door went quite well. He found a local second-hand goods forum where he posted the armor pictures and claimed that he had a number of imitated medieval crafts to sell at low prices. Before long, some buyers who were attracted by its absurdly low price and exquisite craftwork started to contact him. In the end, armor, 500 yuan each suit, crossbows and daggers, 100 yuan each, were all sold out. The prices were incredibly low in the eye of others, but since Roland did not pay the cost of these goods, he was not distressed when selling them. However, he did not expect that gold royals would be much more difficult to sell. Even if he kneaded them all into round shape, the bank still would not accept the gold that was not traded in a formal way, whether it was gold bars or gold jewelry. Roland could not manage to sell them to a gold shop nearby either, where they only accepted the accessories they had sold and the customers also had to pay an additional fee. A salesman was kind enough to give him an address of an old pawnbroker that accepted unidentified gold at half the market price. When thinking that he had only a dozen gold royals with a texture far from solid gold, Roland simply threw them all into his wardrobe. He might as well move more suits of armor out of the campsite instead of wasting time on selling gold. Meanwhile, Roland had no idea of where to sell three glittering gemstones. In the end, he just left them unsold. With money in hand, he immediately swept through the secondhand bookstore near the apartment, buying all the textbooks he had ever read. Those he had not read were completely blank except for the covers. Obviously, the Dream World did not exceed his range of awareness, so it seemed impossible for Anna to cover all fields now. However, thanks to his wide range of hobbies, he had browsed a large amount of all kinds of knowledge on the internet. And now he could get any detailed answers to any designs that he had ever run through, even something he had only just glimpsed upon. In addition to those that were essential to quickly boost the technology in City of Neverwinter, Roland also bought two new sets of clothes for Zero, as well as a set of winter camping equipment for himself. As a result, he spent all of the money that he had just earned. Roland could still remember how shocked Zero was when she received the new clothes. She tried to turn down the offer several times before accepting them, unlike any other girl of her age that should not worry about so many things. Roland learned the reason for her behavior after he asked about it. Strangely, this was the first time for Zero to receive a gift, which was something she dared not crave, as her parents beat her at home. As the creator of the Dream World, Roland felt a strange sense of guilt. Roland had been busy until noon when Nightingale quietly showed up in the room. ¡°Didn¡¯t you go down to have breakfast?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Rowland said without looking up, ¡°please fetch lunch for me. I¡¯ll eat it in my bedroom.¡± ¡°Is that what you¡¯ve been doing all morning?¡± Nightingale said as she surprisedly weighed the stack of papers at the desk, ¡°How did you come up with so many ideas in such a short amount of time?¡± ¡°They¡¯ve always been in my mind. I just forgot them temporarily.¡± Roland rotated his wrist. ¡°Take a look. What do you think?¡± ¡°Describe the electromagnetic field in¡­ a certain volume¡­ mathematical model using the form of¡­ integral?¡± Nightingale put her hand to her forehead and said, ¡°Your Majesty, I felt a little dizzy. I¡¯ll go and bring your lunch first.¡± Roland could not help but smirk before saying, ¡°Go then.¡± ¡°By the way, don¡¯t you have to go to the office today?¡± she turned to look at him and asked when she reached the door. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Barov has business with you. He said there were two letters for you to read personally.¡± Chapter 644 Chapter 644: Diplomacy in the New Era Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ After lunch, Roland summoned Barov into the bedroom. Barov, the Director of City Hall, who came to Roland¡¯s bedroom for the first time, seemed more cautious than usual but looked very excited. Seeing his behavior, Roland could not help thinking of a story that a celebrity in history ran out to receive his subjects with his clothes in disarray, which considerably touched the visitors. It felt like his lazy behavior unexpectedly aroused a strong feeling of trust in his Director of City Hall and he had not intended it to. He had to say that male official had a unique advantage in loyalty. For example, he could talk with him overnight, share one bed with him, and so on. But if it was Edith Kant, those things would be regarded as gossip. Roland smiled and shook his head, setting aside those distracting thoughts. ¡°How many letters have you received during the time I fought and slipped into a coma in the Northern Region?¡± ¡°A total of 16.¡± Barov quickly reported. ¡°Most of them are from lords of various domains asking for trade or visiting, and two confidential letters are from the Eastern Region asking for a peace negotiation. I¡¯ve answered them all as you¡¯ve required.¡± They had concluded the arrangements in a council meeting before the war. When the king led the army and marched on war, Barov would temporarily deal with the administrative affairs of Neverwinter in the king¡¯s absence. He would be responsible for reading all letters that were sent to the king. And the letters which were of particular importance and beyond Barov¡¯s power to answer would be sent to the battlefront by carrier pigeon. ¡°Just for a peace negotiation?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ They¡¯re unwilling to surrender the right of enfeoffment. Moreover, they advise you to keep the tradition and honor of nobility.¡± ¡°Next spring, those people will naturally know what kind of choice they should make.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Where are the letters for my attention? Where are they from?¡± ¡°One came from Astrology Association of the city of Dawn, the other from the Kingdom of Dawn,¡± Barov said, handing over two sheets of paper, ¡°They arrived in the moment you were in a deep slumber, and it tells something that is a bit¡­ weird.¡± ¡°Weird?¡± Roland first spread out the parchment with the constellation pattern on it. It was written by Astrologer of Dispersion Star. He had spent the first half page on greetings and gratitude. The astronomical telescopes Roland had sent to observatory had been put into use. Certainly, they should thank him for that, Roland thought, but the rest of the letter numbed him for a while. ¡°They¡¯ve tracked the Star of Extinction in the sky?¡± ¡°A star that was sparkling red and was located in a permanent place?¡± The first thing that came to Roland¡¯s mind was a synchronous orbit. Judging from his poor knowledge of astronomy, he knew that only objects that traveled on a synchronous orbit could remain relatively still with the planet. ¡°If Bloody Moon appeared on this orbit, it would definitely influence the planet. Plus the observation also showed that its size should be extremely small.¡± ¡°So Bloody Moon was not a natural celestial body, but a man-made satellite?¡± After thinking for a moment, Roland denied his speculation. ¡°If it was a satellite, how could it be descending to Earth?¡± According to Agatha¡¯s view, the moment Bloody Moon showed up, the entire continent would witness it. It was greater and brighter than the moon, and its scarlet light dyed the walls of Holy City bloody red. Even on a bright day, one could see its outline. ¡°It made no sense.¡± He was silent for a while before putting the letter aside. ¡°Write a letter. Invite the astrologers to come to Neverwinter.¡± ¡°But they rejected you last time,¡± Barov said with hesitation, ¡°I¡¯m afraid this time¡­¡± ¡°Things have changed. Now that the Astrology Association has found the star they want to pursue, they¡¯ll just observe the sky where the star is located,¡± Roland tapped the table and said, ¡°You told them in the letter that Neverwinter has developed a better astronomical telescope and found some ancient books about the Star of Extinction. I believe they¡¯ll come.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± He spread out the second piece of paper, or a slip of paper as he would call it. As per usual, a message delivered by a carrier pigeon was always very concise. ¡°The King of Dawn died, and his eldest son Appen Moya succeeded the throne.¡± ¡°He ordered the elimination of believers of the church, cut off the trade route to the Holy City and has begun to hunt down witches.¡± ¡°As a result, a rebellion broke out on the border that affected our caravan.¡± ¡°The original plan may temporarily be suspended.¡± Roland could not help frowning. He knew that it was normal for Barov, who was unclear about what the church had done to the Kingdom of Dawn, to be confused. After Isabella and others retreated, the King of Dawn would sooner or later die of a lack of pills. He just did not expect that Appen would hate the church so much that he even involved witches. Of the policies Appen had given, eliminating believers seemed reasonable. But the unilateral ban on trade basically cut off the source of wealth for border lords. The church must be behind the rebellion. Yet, hunting down witches was something that absolutely went against Roland¡¯s interests. An order of such impulsion could not be drawn from the ideas of the three powerful Families. The only possible explanation was that the new king had lost his mind when seeking revenge for his father. Roland had thought that the Kingdom of Dawn would be a potential ally, but this fact had disappointed him. ¡°Send a formal diplomatic letter to Appen,¡± Roland said slowly, ¡°First of all, it¡¯s to congratulate him for his coronation, and then warn him to stop hunting down witches. A pure witch isn¡¯t the same as a common witch and Graycastle has established a formal witch organization. Anyone who treats them as enemies will be against the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Your Majesty.¡± Barov wiped the sweat away from his forehead. ¡°Are you sure you want to put those words in the letter?¡± ¡°Are there any questions?¡± ¡°He won¡¯t take it seriously. He may think you¡¯re threatening him.¡± Roland was very clear that sometimes even the feudatories under the local lords would not follow the king¡¯s order, let alone foreign kingdoms. But the era had changed. If the kingdom did not understand diplomacy, he did not mind teaching them what it really was. ¡°I¡¯m threatening him,¡± he answered nakedly, ¡°If Appen Moya insists on his way, I may as well support a new king of the Kingdom of Dawn next year when we conquer Holy City, a wise king who¡¯ll fight with Graycastle against the Battle of Divine Will. Andrea of House Quinn will be a good choice.¡± Diplomacy in the new era would be built on steel firearms. Anything he failed to earn on the negotiating table would be taken by force. To deal with other kingdoms, intervening in their internal affairs, changing heirs, supporting oppositions, and directly stationing the troops into their lands would be common ways. Roland did not want any other kingdoms to stand in his way before Bloody Moon came. Therefore, the core of this diplomatic letter meant to show ¡°Don¡¯t say that I didn¡¯t warn you.¡± ¡°I, I got it,¡± Barov Mons answered with a complex look in his eyes. He was astonished, excited, and undisguisedly awed¡­ He bent down deeply and said, ¡°I¡¯ll send your will to the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± Chapter 645 Chapter 645: Farewell and Promise Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Finally, Roland could not stay in his bedroom all day and he had to go to the office. It was almost dusk when Nightingale informed him that Tilly wanted to meet him. Roland had to put on a coat, comb his long hair, and take a pile of writing papers to the office. He opened the door and found that Tilly and Ashes were there waiting for him. Seeing Roland holding heavy stuff, Ashes immediately took the thick stack of papers. This left Roland feeling quite surprised as he never expected that Ashes, who had always been dissatisfied with him, would help him one day. The sunset pierced through a French window, dying the walls orange-red. At the same time, it also left a ray of gold on them. All of this somewhat gave them a sense of parting. Roland had already guessed Tilly¡¯s intention. Though Roland did not want them to leave, he knew that this day finally would come. Besides, it was very sincere of them not to leave when he was in a coma. ¡°I¡¯m here to say goodbye to you,¡± Tilly said calmly, ¡°I have to go back to Sleeping Island to resolve the Bloodfang Association issues.¡± Roland stared at Tilly¡¯s dainty face and eyes which reflected the sunset. After a while of silence, Roland said, ¡°I see. When does the Charming Beauty arrive in the western region? I¡¯ll make a farewell dinner for you. Wait a moment¡­¡± He was suddenly stunned and asked, ¡°You mean that you¡¯ll come back?¡± Ashes could not help but cover her mouth. Tilly directly chuckled and asked humorously, ¡°Well, won¡¯t you welcome me? Brother.¡± ¡°No, I mean¡­ Why do you¡­¡± Roland opened his mouth in surprise but had nothing to say. After a while, he asked, ¡°Is it because of the Months of Demons?¡± ¡°Could it not be for something else?¡± Tilly stretched her hands and said, ¡°Don¡¯t you have higher expectations for me?¡± He was completely astonished. ¡°Will you¡­¡± ¡°Yes, what you thought is right.¡± Tilly outspokenly said, ¡°I¡¯ll take the news to Sleeping Island that you won the battle against the church. I¡¯ll also tell them they needn¡¯t live a troubling life and hide on the small island any longer, because the church has completely lost control of City of Neverwinter of Graycastle in the western region. When you¡¯re ready, I shall bring the witches who would like to come to the western region to settle down here. At that time, I hope you won¡¯t to complain that they eat too much.¡± Roland¡¯s heart was filled with indescribable excitement as he said, ¡°They¡¯re welcome in the western region at any time!¡± ¡°But your castle isn¡¯t big enough to accommodate so many witches. If only half of them would like to come, the number is still several times bigger than that of the Witch Union. What¡¯s more, most of them aren¡¯t combat witches. I¡¯m planning to hire ships to deliver them when the Months of Demons are over, for the routes are much safer at that time.¡± Princess Tilly revealed a sly grin. He promised without any hesitation. ¡°There wouldn¡¯t be any problems, for Karl will build enough accommodation before the next spring.¡± Tilly stretched out three fingers and said, ¡°In addition, I hope that you can promise me three extra conditions, brother.¡± Tilly was so serious that Roland subconsciously sat upright. ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°Firstly, you can¡¯t constrain them if they want to leave City of Neverwinter for other towns.¡± ¡°No problem,¡± he replied instantly, ¡°but at the moment, the Kingdom of Graycastle isn¡¯t unified and I can¡¯t guarantee that people in other domains will treat witches equally. Thus, for the sake of safety, I advise them to just settle in the western region or upon Sleeping Island temporarily. It won¡¯t be late for them to leave the western region by the time I¡¯m able to control the entire kingdom.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a hypothesis.¡± Tilly nodded with satisfaction and continued, ¡°Secondly, you can¡¯t force them to work for you if they aren¡¯t willing to.¡± Roland poured two cups of tea for them and said, ¡°Can I allure them to work for me?¡± Tilly gave him an affirming look and said, ¡°It¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t use forcible methods.¡± ¡°Deal.¡± He could not help smiling. Since they were busy seeking shelters after basically awakening, it was quite easy for Roland to make those naive little girls plunge themselves into the waves of industrialization. He had a massive rewarding mechanism to absorb them. Except for salaries, it would be attractive enough for them to work for him if he set the rule that only working witches had the rights to enjoy scented soaps, delicious wine, and ice cream. Capital sugarcoated-bullets were far more compelling than pure violence. ¡°Lastly, I hope that Sleeping Spell can exist independently.¡± When speaking of this point, Tilly appeared to be somewhat hesitant because she thought that this condition was a little harsh. ¡°Of course, I¡¯ll hand over a part of the money earned by Sleeping Spell to City of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°The Sleeping Spell?¡± Roland was in a daze. He remembered that this bounty organization was formed to resolve the conflicts between combat witches and assistant witches while making profits for Sleeping Island. In other words, almost all of the witches on the island belonged to the Sleeping Spell. If the organization became independent, it meant that Tilly got the control of all witches in it. He soon realized why Princess Tilly had been hesitant to say the words. If the Sleeping Spell settled down here as an independently self-administrative organization, it was the Sleeping Spell that would still decide to accept bounty missions or dispatch witches to the Fjords. So what Tilly had asked for looked like she was taking precautions against him. However, Roland agreed instantly. ¡°Of course it can. Though only if they abide by the internal laws of the western region.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t the Sleeping Spell like a private company?¡± Roland thought. Actually speaking, the minute he realized that the witches on Sleeping Island would settle down here, he had mixed feelings of joys and worries, not knowing whether he should conscript them into the Witch Union or not. As one of the three major administrative agencies along with City Hall and the First Army, the Witch Union must be controlled by Wendy who was loyal to him, so that he could rest assured. But there were too many witches on Sleeping Island. Once all of them joined the Witch Union, Wendy¡¯s control would be abated and it would be less righteous for him to intervene and manage at that time. But if they did not join the Witch Union, he did not want to seem callous towards those witches. As such, with Tilly¡¯s condition, Roland now felt relieved. In addition, it was normal for Tilly to feel a little worried, for trust itself needed time to build. Tilly gave more trust to him than before, which was huge progress. ¡°Really?¡± Tilly felt somewhat surprised at his quick answer. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I always keep my word.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Well¡­¡± Tilly now felt relaxed, saying, ¡°Then I shall go back to my bedroom to pack my stuff. The Charming Beauty will arrive in three days. Except for the combat witches who followed me, I¡¯ll take Iffy and Softfeathers with me. Once the Bloodfang Association issues are resolved, I¡¯ll send them back.¡± ¡°You won¡¯t come back until the Months of Demons are over?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve asked me whether it was because of the Months of Demons, and I¡¯ve also said that I don¡¯t deny that.¡± She blinked her eyes. ¡°That means you¡¯ll come back in advance?¡± Roland asked her closely. Tilly nodded and said, ¡°Just like last year, brother. I¡¯ll fight with you against demonic beasts until the heavy snow stops.¡± Chapter 646 Chapter 646: Hotpot Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ When the two were about to leave, Ashes, who walked behind Princess Tilly, suddenly stopped and turned around to say, ¡°Your Majesty, I owe you an apology.¡± This was the first time that Ashes had used polite words when talking to Roland. ¡°Well. As for those episodes happening in the palace, I¡¯m very¡­¡± Roland explained to Ashes. Ashes shook her head and said, ¡°We all know that he isn¡¯t you. He can neither lead us to defeat the church nor offer enough freedom and trust to us witches. I didn¡¯t believe this until you defeated the church and I¡¯m very sorry for that.¡± She paused and continued, ¡°Each witch will remember what you¡¯ve done, and you¡¯re more qualified to be Lady Tilly¡¯s brother than him.¡± If Ashes said such words, these would also be Tilly¡¯s thoughts. They did not believe that he was Prince Roland. Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. Was this some kind of recognition? Staring at his smiling sister behind Ashes, he abruptly realized something. The Extraordinary covered her chest with the right hand and slightly bent. Her black ponytail hung down upon her shoulders and her golden eyes were like the shining stars in the evening. ¡°Envoy Ashes salutes you, Your Majesty.¡± *************** Three days later, the farewell dinner which Andrea had long waited for finally arrived. What she had awaited was not the farewell but the new delicious food His Majesty promised. Since the last farewell, she had always remembered that there had been more delicious food than just ice cream. So Andrea had expected to taste it this time. But the battle against the church was of great significance and so she was reluctant to suggest it. But now, she could have a taste. The dinner was not held in the castle but in the expanded castle backyard. Through a long corridor formed by olives and entering the center of the backyard, Andrea smelled a thick scent before seeing any food. ¡°Was it crystal fish from the Everwinter¡¯s glacier? Or was it flavored egg from the Wolfheart¡¯s cliff? Or was it the rainbow trout from the Fjords that¡¯s known for its delicious taste. No, no, no! I haven¡¯t smelled anything that bears a scent so tempting before. No matter how rare the material is, it can¡¯t make such delicious food.¡± ¡°I¡¯m suddenly hungry.¡± Shavi shouted. ¡°Have you always led such a life in the western region?¡± Molly licked her lips and said, ¡°What an enviable life!¡± Breeze embraced Lotus and Evelyn together and then explained to Molly. ¡°I haven¡¯t had many chances to enjoy it. It¡¯s them you should envy.¡± Candle explained. ¡°This kind of dinner isn¡¯t held every day and the dessert is only served every three days.¡± ¡°Only served every three days¡­¡± Molly held her forehead and said, ¡°Why do I feel like you¡¯re showing off.¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not.¡± Ashes took a glimpse of Andrea, though she could not control her saliva either, she said, ¡°Hey, don¡¯t drool out.¡± If it was at an ordinary time, Andrea would have sneered back, but now her attention was completely drawn to round stumps at the side of the backyard. They appeared to grow out of the ground at the first sight. The tree trunk was so thick and sturdy that as many as seven or eight people could encircle it. The hot air coming out its inside made it look like something was burning. When she walked closer, she found that the tree trunk had been hollowed out. A huge iron pot was erected on top of the stumps and the thick scent was coming out from it was soup. In addition, there were various different foods on the short table beside the trunk. They were various but common at the dining table. What made her more confused was that the food was raw. This was the first time that Andrea had seen such a kind of dinner. There were no attendants, no white cloth, no music and no crowds of people. Each one sat around the stumps in a circle. It looked like that they had to do it by themselves. What Andrea thought was true. After all of the witches arrived, Roland clapped his hands to indicate that the dinner had begun. He explained to all of the witches, ¡°This is a hotpot dinner. It¡¯s very easy to eat, simply put all the food you like into the pot and enjoy it when it¡¯s cooked.¡± Fall was the best season to enjoy hotpots. As a very popular cooking method, it was quite easy to make a hotpot. Even the simplest vegetables could take delicious. The most important thing was that hotpots were very down-to-earth. Eaters would gather together to enjoy fine food from the same pot. Therefore, they were much easier to promote relationships among people than traditional banquets. As a farewell dinner, hotpots could reduce people¡¯s sadness and depression. A hotpot¡¯s essence lay in its soup stock. In this age, cooking methods were largely monotonous. Usually, one ingredient had only one taste and people had to pay more attention to the quality of materials themselves. Roland had ordered chefs to mix various ingredients that had distinguished flavors and put them in a pot before to cook them. They included whole chickens, porcine bones, bird beak Mushrooms, seafood, spice and so on. So the soup stock was very rich in taste, a taste that could not be made by only cooking one or two raw materials. It was Leaf who made the hotpot table that had a style of nature. She had cast the power of Heart of Forest to make the plants grow quickly. At her will, they had become what Roland had asked for without any extra transformations. They were covered inside with a thermal insulation coating. Even if the spirit lamps were lit, they would not set the tables on fire. Instead, the temperature of the inner walls would spread gradually over to the entire stumps. If they put their hands on a tabletop, they would feel a lukewarm heat. As Andrea put some cooked meat into her mouth, she could not help but hum because of the strong and rich flavor. As tens of delicious food materials assailed her tongue and the hot soup flowed down her throat into her stomach, Andrea could not stop eating, though this feeling was totally different from ice cream bread. According to the table manner of the nobles, they should not take new food until they had finished the food upon their plates. However, they could not keep that manner with the hotpots created by His Majesty, otherwise, they would have nothing left after finishing their food. The other witches on the table were no longer elegant. In other words, a hotpot had nothing to do with elegance. There were even several plates of delicious food in front of Lady Tilly. Even Ashes had picked up food several times from the plates in front of her. Ashes imitated Andrea¡¯s tone and said, ¡°¡®The essence of food lies in its original flavor. Without seasoning, the boiled soup can be closer to the original flavor.¡¯ Who has said these words? In my memories, someone considered salt and spices a barbaric way of cooking and said that real nobles will never use them to cook, but today, what I¡¯ve seen is different from what she said.¡± If it was before, Andrea might argue with her. But now, she had realized what was the most important thing. It was more important to enjoy the hotpot than play words with Ashes. She lightly glimpsed at Ashes. Without hesitation, she pushed Ashes¡¯ spoon away and scooped a piece of floating meat into her bowl. This time, Andrea ate contently. Chapter 647 Chapter 647: A Confession Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland spent all his time copying the textbooks after Tilly bid her farewell. He first started with the basic courses. As he had just got a chance to revisit the knowledge long forgotten, naturally, he needed to take the advantage of it and add the missing information to the textbooks previously drafted based purely on his memory. Second, he had to improve the designs of the current equipment used in the city of Neverwinter. Roland knew there was still a big difference between an acceptable machine and a good one. A more comprehensive design could further enhance the productivity and efficiency of steam engines and machine tools. Based on the new design, Anna had finally completed the first steam turbine. Roland hurried to the backyard of North Slope soon after he heard the news. He and Anna both sat on the workstation, appreciating the charm of this colossal apparatus. At this moment, Roland felt his relationship with Anna was totally different from the ones he used to have with other girls in the modern world. The machine was nearly six meters long and was connected to an external preheating boiler and a steam boiler. In main it looked like a huge metal roller tightly wrapped around by dense impellers. As its spindle was driven by high-pressure steam when the machine was heated by coal, the new turbine was much more efficient than old reciprocating steam engines, and it also produced far fewer noises and vibrations. As a power source of a new generation, the first model of the machine turbine would be used to help with Thunder¡¯s naval exploration. Unfortunately, in spite of its versatility, Roland did not plan to build a second turbine for the time being. For one thing, the plant did not have the capability to manufacture a similar one within a short period of time yet. For another, Anna would soon need to focus on improving machine tools. ¡°How do you like it?¡± Anna turned around and nuzzled up to Roland. ¡°I¡¯m good, aren¡¯t I?¡± Unlike most girls, Anna could not be happier whenever she turned a paper design into a physical reality. Every time she completed a major project, she would not conceal her delight and satisfaction. Roland could tell that Anna was contented with the life she had now. ¡°Of course you are, but I¡¯m just a tad better than you.¡± Roland wiped off the dirt on her cheeks with a smile, leaving a hint of gray streaks on her face. Every time he gazed into her clear blue eyes, he swallowed back the words he had prepared to say, the words that he had promised Nightingale to convey to Anna. Although Roland had resolved to make his confession, he did not realize how hard it actually was until he really tried to do so. No justifications could lift the burden off his shoulders. For the past few days, he had occupied himself by preparing books and drafting designs to temporarily forget about the possible consequences of this inevitable talk. However, his indecision was also hurting the people he cared for, especially Nightingale who had been eager for an answer. Roland knew he could not keep dawdling like this. When the boilers gradually cooled down and the steam turbine eventually came to a halt, Roland took a deep breath and whispered in Anna¡¯s ear. ¡°Come to my bedroom tonight. We need to talk.¡± ¡­ Roland sat in front of his desk after night descended. He could hear his heart throbbing frantically in his chest. [Nobody in this era cares about how many women a noble owns as they do in the modern world.] [I¡¯m just following my heart.] [Nobody will think it¡¯s something that breaks a social norm.] Roland revolved rapidly a multitude of reasons in his mind but turned them down one by one. He felt two voices in his head debating and wrestling with each other. He wanted to add the last missing part to the book, only to find his quill suspending in the air, not a single word written down. His anguish ended when Anna pushed the door open. The heated argument in his head instantly stopped. Roland put down the quill and fixed his eyes on the girl. Anna looked nothing unusual. She was cloaked in an over-sized pajama. A strand of damp fringes was clinging to her forehead. A faint, placid smile was lingering in her eyes, and she looked as serene as ever. Roland somehow remembered that after the Months of Demons of the first year, Anna had voluntarily waited for him at the stairs. She never whined or complained, but simply told him her thoughts and what she wanted explicitly. Now it was his turn. Roland pulled her to the desk and slowly confessed what had bothered him all this time. An ensuing silence fell between them. The silence was so long that Roland thought Anna would turn away abruptly and leave the room. To his surprise, however, he did not perceive a noticeable change in her expression when he slowly looked up at her. ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± Roland failed to come up with an answer promptly. ¡°What?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been wondering when you¡¯ll tell me this.¡± Anna seated herself next to him. ¡°I don¡¯t want you to spit it out that fast, but at the same time, I wish you could talk to me as soon as you can¡­ Now I finally don¡¯t need to worry about this matter anymore.¡± Roland gaped. ¡°You¡¯ve known it from the beginning¡­¡± Anna replied bluntly, ¡°I can tell that you have feelings for Nightingale. The more hesitant you seem to be, the more it shows that you care about me. But I also hope you can open up to me earlier because I would like to share your burden no matter what it is.¡± Anna let out a sigh at these words. ¡°I never dreamed that I would win a royal family member¡¯s affections. I thought I would be very contented to just be with you. After you told me that you would one day marry me, I changed my mind¡ªRoland, I won¡¯t share you with anybody.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to apologize, for love knows no right or wrong. Plus¡­ I feel glad that you¡¯ve picked this moment to confess to me.¡± Anna paused for a second and then said, ¡°You aren¡¯t a man from this world, are you?¡± Roland¡¯s heart stopped with a queer jerk. ¡°Nobody, whether he¡¯s a noble or a civilian, will ever feel hesitant or restless because of this kind of problem, unless he was brought up in a completely different world.¡± Anna continued, ¡°Likewise, people in this world may treat a witch fairly, but they¡¯ll never befriend her. Do you remember our bet? In the book, I wrote that you were a guest from another world, a world that wasn¡¯t hell or an abyss, but a more pleasant place. You brought knowledge we¡¯ve never heard of. It was God that sent you to me.¡± At this point, Roland realized there was no need for him to continue to conceal his identity. He replied, ¡°You¡¯re¡­ overall right, except some little details.¡± Anna giggled. ¡°I also wrote that you would tell me about Nightingale in the book. It appears I¡¯ve got at least two things right.¡± Roland suddenly found Anna was not only good at learning. She also had terrifying perspicacity. Before Roland could make a reply, Anna had taken his hand. She pronounced her words slowly but decisively. ¡°I can¡¯t give my consent to your request, at least not now.¡± Roland was dumbfounded. What did she mean¡­by not now? Did Anna imply that she would agree someday later? ¡°I know what¡¯s bothering you. Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll talk her through. It¡¯s time to sleep.¡± Anna pressed her kiss to Roland¡¯s forehead and said, ¡°Goodnight, Your Majesty.¡± With a creak, the door was closed. The room became quiet and tranquil again. It took Roland quite a while to fully recover from the shock he had gone through after Anna left. Chapter 648 Chapter 648: Otto¡¯s Request Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Dawn was currently undergoing extreme political turbulence. Even Yorko, who did not normally partake in politics, could easily perceive the underlying tension. Since the new king ascended the throne, residences had been constantly broken in and searched by soldiers. Rumors about rebellions of lords at the border remained afloat in taverns. Foreign commodities on the exhibition had largely reduced, and even Yorko¡¯s caravan had suspended the slave trades. According to Hill, Appen Moya had not only taken in slaves from the Kingdom of Wolfheart but had also liberated them from slavery. It was a good deed, but unfortunately, the act impeded Roland¡¯s plan. Yorko did not worry the slightest about the interruption of the business, for he did not see any potential losses from it. The cavaran was provided by Denise, and there was no overhead cost of trading in slaves. He did not really care about that little money he had earned from the trading. As long as he was still the ambassador of the Kingdom of the Graycastle, sooner or later he would find the other profitable business opportunities. On the other hand, there had been some progress in the formation of the alliance. Three days after the coronation of Appen, Yorko was summoned to the palace and was inquired about the details of the alliance agreement by the new king. After Appen learned that the church had suffered a serious defeat at Coldwind Ridge, he delightedly put his fingerprint on the agreement. Yorko was pleased that after numerous restless nights, the first task His Majesty had assigned to him had, at length, officially come to end. His good mood, however, did not last long. All his self-complacency was blown away that very night by an airy comment of Hill¡¯s. ¡°It was too late. I¡¯m afraid this alliance has lost its due efficacy,¡± his guard said. ¡°Besides, His Majesty may not like the way the new king treats witches. Timothy, who carried the same hostile attitude, was the best example. You may keep the parchment for yourself as a souvenir.¡± It was a well-known fact that Roland Wimbledon liked witches. However, Yorko did not think Roland would be that defiant and stupid as to break the deal with the neighbor because of them. Even if His Majesty dreaded the attitude of the King of Dawn toward witches, he could do nothing about it. After all, the Moyas had been reigning over the Kingdom of Dawn for generations, and Appen, as the ruler of the country, could manage his realm however he liked. Nobody could ever interfere in their domestic affairs. Having said that, Yorko still sided with his old friend. He wondered as pretty and remarkable as witches were, how they could possibly be demons¡¯ minions. Yorko swayed his head, trying to shake off these trifles that had been bothering him. He was merely an ambassador, whose sole duty was to take messages for His Majesty. As to political commotions and changes in the situation, they had nothing to do with him. As he still got some time, Yorko planned to first meet Denise and then decide his leisure activities tonight. He was just about to set out when the eldest son of the Luoxi Family suddenly pounded the door. Yorko regarded this unexpected visit as evil forebodings. This man had never brought any good news to him. Otto had earlier claimed that the information he carried could determine whether the Kingdom of Graycastle would preserve or devastate. Later, he had whined about the disastrous change in the new king¡¯s character. Every piece of news he had brought had delivered Yorko a headache. If Hill had not insisted on keeping in touch with Otto Luoxi, Yorko would have simply chosen to ignore his presence. He sent for Hill at once and ushered Otto into the living room. ¡°You¡¯ve got news from the palace for His Majesty again?¡± ¡°No, not for now.¡± Otto poured himself some tea as a matter of course and asked, ¡°You¡¯ve got plans tonight?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Yorko lied. He hoped Otto would back off. Denise would bestow him a romantic evening, whereas Otto would only give him a fitful night. ¡°Put it off then. I want to ask you a favor.¡± Otto handed him a black envelope. Yorko opened it and found an invitation card with a seal of a pitch-black dragon head on it, one identical to the pattern on a gold royal. After reading the letter, Yorko shook his head. ¡°You want me to go to the exhibition with you? I don¡¯t have money to help you bid.¡± In fact, Denise had taken him to this kind of exhibition a few times. The commodities were indeed of extreme rarity, but their prices were also astonishingly high. A bid of 1,000 gold royals was fairly common in an auction. Yorko wondered where these wealthy merchants had collected all their money from. Otto drained the teacup. ¡°You don¡¯t need to worry about money. By helping me, you¡¯re actually helping your king.¡± ¡°Tell me about it.¡± Hill, who seated himself next to Yorko, put in. Otto answered in a low voice, ¡°I¡¯ve heard that there¡¯ll be a witch for sale in this auction.¡± ¡°Hell.¡± Yorko cursed within himself. He knew it was not going to be good news. Everybody knew that the new king was now hunting down witches. If it was at a normal time, he would definitely tag along with pleasure. At present, however, he would rather stay away from witches. ¡°Aren¡¯t these people worried that they would infuriate King Appen Moya?¡± Yorko left the rest of his words unsaid. ¡± The three families shall unite together and fully support the king. It appears that you oppose his order.¡± ¡°Although City of Glow was the Moyas¡¯ domain, there are still some places his arm can¡¯t reach.¡± Otto shrugged. ¡°Is the exhibition hosted by Rats?¡± ¡°They won¡¯t be Rats if they¡¯re financially capable of hosting this auction,¡± Hill replied nonchalantly. ¡°You¡¯re correct.¡± Otto gave an approving nod. ¡°The exhibition isn¡¯t that formal but is still organized by some of the most powerful local merchants. They call them the Black Money. These people often conduct underground businesses, a big part of which is slave trading.¡± Yorko asked, ¡°There¡¯s a slave market right in the outer city. Why do they have to go underground?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know when you get there.¡± ¡°Can the Paytons join us?¡± Yorko¡¯s interest was now aroused, but he did not want to blindly follow Otto¡¯s instructions. ¡°Are you talking about the businesswoman you usually hang out with? No, she can¡¯t,¡± Otto said flatly. ¡°The Black Money has the strictest selection of their guests. She¡¯s a relatively reputable merchant, but she isn¡¯t well-known enough to be eligible for the exhibition.¡± ¡°Do you want to buy the witch?¡± Hill turned the subject. ¡°Not me, but Mr. Ambassador does.¡± Otto pointed to Yorko. ¡°The Luoxi Family is too close to the royal family. It¡¯ll attract unwelcome attention if I bid on her. However, it¡¯s quite understandable that the Ambassador of the Graycastle wishes to take a witch as his bed wench. I¡¯ll take care of the payment. I hope you can transport her to His Majesty Roland¡¯s domain via the trade route you¡¯ve opened before. Nobody will raise suspicions if she¡¯s hidden among the delegation.¡± ¡°But the slave trade has suspended.¡± Hill spread out his hands. ¡°We don¡¯t know when the business will restore.¡± ¡°You can hide the witch in your fleet among other cargos.¡± ¡°Why do you want to do that?¡± ¡°Because of¡­ an old friend.¡± Otto hesitated for a moment. ¡°She¡¯s a witch. I thought she fell off the cliff and died, but I later met her in the Western Region of the Kingdom of Graycastle. His Majesty Roland Wimbledon once told me that every witch was precious and that they shouldn¡¯t die because of the church¡¯s malicious slander and false accusations. I also want her to have some companions.¡± ¡°Well, with respect to this matter, I need to¡­¡± While Yorko was still rummaging for excuses to decline the request, Hill Fawkes grasped Otto¡¯s hand. ¡°I see. Leave it to Mr. Ambassador.¡± Chapter 649 Chapter 649: [Black Money] Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Thank you. I¡¯ll call on you again tonight.¡± Yorko¡¯s jaw dropped. His eyes flitted across the two people in dismay. It appeared something was wrong here. They had just ignored him, who was the real Ambassador of Graycastle! After Otto took his leave, Yorko could not wait to start his questioning. All his complaining, however, caught in his throat when Hill said, ¡°This is also what His Majesty wants.¡± Yorko put his hand on his forehead. ¡°Are you sure? I represent the Kingdom of Graycastle. If the King of Dawn knows I¡¯m transporting a witch, the relations between the two nations will again deteriorate and all the work we¡¯ve done will be in vain. What should we do then?¡± ¡°Appen Moya won¡¯t focus on these trivial matters. Even if he does notice it, witches are far more important than the alliance.¡± Hill affirmed. ¡°As a matter of fact, my men have already checked whether there were witches hidden among refugees when they did the screening.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°None.¡± Hill shook his head. ¡°There are two possibilities. One is that there are no witches among refugees at all. The other is that they disguise themselves pretty well and have completely blended in. Anyway, if you can bring a witch to His Majesty, he will surely shower you with rewards. You know how much His Majesty treasure them.¡± Aware that it was his old friend¡¯s request, Yorko had no choice but to acquiesce sullenly. He tried to sooth his resentment by convincing himself that the exhibition was just another way of exploring this country. Yorko was indeed curious about what kind of slaves would be sold on an exhibition that even Denise was not eligible to attend. Otto arrived at the entrance of the mansion punctually in the evening. Yorko climbed into a splendid coach bearing no emblem. Furnished with thick fur rug, the wagon was also equipped with two chains hanging down from the ceiling. Yorko did not need to ask what they were for. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect you have such a peculiar taste.¡± Yorko whistled. Otto blushed. ¡°Ahem¡­ it isn¡¯t my wagon. This kind of carriage comes in handy when you need to lock someone up while at the same time avoiding curious eyes.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to explain. I understand.¡± Yorko stroked the cuffs at the end of the chains and asked, ¡°Can I borrow the wagon for a few days after the business is over?¡± ¡°Naturally. 50 silver royals per day and the lease includes the service of a coachman.¡± Otto picked a comfortable spot and lay down after telling the coachman their destination. ¡°It¡¯ll take a while. You may take a rest here.¡± ¡°How long?¡± ¡°Around an hour. It¡¯s in the suburb of City of Glow.¡± Yorko gasped. ¡°Then we won¡¯t be able to return to the king¡¯s city tonight! After the sun sets, the city gate will be closed, won¡¯t it?¡± ¡°¡®Black Money¡¯ will provide accommodations and food. In fact, they¡¯ll provide everything you can get from the city of Glow.¡± ¡°Sounds like a marketplace.¡± ¡°Pretty much. The only difference is it¡¯s underground.¡± Otto explained, ¡°I went but once, so I don¡¯t know if there have been any changes in the procedure of the auction. But I think there shouldn¡¯t be a problem as long as you follow the guide. After you win the bid, you don¡¯t need to wait until the auction ends but just directly take the witch from the backstage. A servant will lead you to your room¡­¡± ¡°Hang on¡­¡± Yorko stared at Otto in surprise. ¡°Aren¡¯t you coming with me?¡± ¡°There¡¯s only one invitation card.¡± ¡°What about the payment?¡± Otto smiled. ¡°The black letter represents money. It¡¯s a pass issued by the Chamber of Commerce. With the letter, you can directly place your bid.¡± ¡°Without a limit?¡± Yorko¡¯s eye bulged. ¡°Of course there is¡­ but it¡¯s way higher than what the cost of a witch is supposed to be. As far as my knowledge goes, it cost about 1,000 gold royals to purchase a witch several years ago. As King Appen has ordered to eradicate witches, the current final bidding price should be a little lower.¡± ¡°1,000 gold royals!¡± Yorko smacked his lips. ¡°Those upper nobles just like throwing their money away, don¡¯t they?¡± Yorko knew even all the brothels in the king¡¯s city altogether would not cost that much! Could he be too outdated to understand what real extravagance was? ¡°Also¡­ in order to win her trust, you¡¯d better not touch her.¡± Otto coughed. ¡°She isn¡¯t a real slave after all, otherwise it¡¯ll cause unwanted trouble on the way.¡± ¡°I certainly comprehend.¡± Yorko breathed out a sigh. She¡¯s His Majesty¡¯s woman, whom he would not have the guts to lay a single finger upon. ¡°In any event, put a mask on her when you get out. I¡¯ll meet you tomorrow.¡± The carriage conveyed them to the west after it passed through the city gate. It did not slow down until darkness closed in and swallowed the last drop of the sun rays. Like Otto had said, they arrived at the destination in an hour. The venue of the exhibition looked no different from any other ordinary residences at the first glance. There was an empty yard lined with jagged fences, at the center of which stood a house made of mud and straw. Behind the yard lay bare farmlands where wheat had been harvested. The fields were dappled with piles of wheat-straw that looked like lumps of bumps bulging from the ground. The only thing that stood out was numerous torches on the farmlands, a sign that indicated somebody was guarding this place. Normally, nobody would guard the yard of a civilian¡¯s residence. After the guard checked the invitation card, Otto and his men all remained in the yard, whereas Yorko entered the mud house with a guide. After going down a wooden staircase and passing through a man-made narrow tunnel, he found himself in a natural limestone cave. The cave was about half the size of the square in the king¡¯s city. By the flickering torchlight, Yorko could see numberless small caves on either side, all pitch-dark, leading to somewhere only Gods knew. The ground at the bottom of the cave had been polished and tiled. It was so lavishly furnished that only the stalactites overhung above his head showed what kind of place it originally was. The hall had been crowded with people waiting for the commencement of the exhibition. Yorko now understood what Otto meant by ¡°not that formal¡±. Based on what he saw, the assembling was quite similar to one of the Rats¡¯ meeting. ¡°Sir, this way.¡± The guide ushered him to the seat marked on the black letter and sat next to him. ¡°I¡¯ll be at your service during the whole exhibition. Please feel free to ask me if you have any questions regarding our products.¡± With these words, the guide placed Yorko¡¯s arm on her soft bosom. In the dismal light, Yorko could see a pointy chin and plumped lips underneath the mask. ¡°Is this also a part of your service?¡± Yorko fumbled her breasts as a matter of course. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Of course, sir. You can call me No. 76.¡± Her breath was heavy with fragrance, but her reply was not breathless in the least. Yorko had to admit his previous assumption had been wrong. Rats could never hire such well-trained servant girls. If every attendant was accompanied by such a guide, the cost just for hiring these girls would be tremendous. ¡°Is it always so dark here?¡± Yorko stroked the soft arm while raising his eyebrows. ¡°I can¡¯t see the products on the stage clearly with this poor lighting.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll see soon.¡± The girl chuckled. No. 76¡¯s words were soon verified by the metal scraping sound from above. In a second, several iron cables were dropped off the ceiling, each of which was attached to a weird stone at the end. The glow emanated from those stones was several times brighter than that the torchlight. All of sudden, Yorko could see the stage at the front perfectly. The murmuring across the cave instantly died away. The torchlight appeared to be even fainter compared with the soft, bright illumination of the stones. The whole cave had slipped into darkness, except the stage, upon which everybody rested their eyes. A man in a tuxedo walked on the stage and bowed to the audience. ¡°Thank you for waiting. Now I announce that the ¡®Black Money¡¯ exhibition officially begins!¡± Chapter 650 Chapter 650: A Special Slave Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Yorko stared at the illuminating object in surprise despite its dazzling light. ¡°Is it also something you sell in the exhibition?¡± ¡°It has several names. For example, Sun Stone and Light Crystal¡­ but we prefer to call it Magic Stone because it¡¯s said the stone comes from demons¡¯ lair.¡± No. 76 explained in a low voice. ¡°¡®Black Money¡¯ once sold them in an auction, and the final bidding price was around 2,000 to 3,000 gold royals. They¡¯re expensive and rare, so they won¡¯t be sold in every exhibition. At least, it¡¯s not included in the list of products for sale tonight.¡± She paused for a second and asked, ¡°Sir, is this your first time to come here?¡± ¡°Well¡­ sort of.¡± Yorko stroked his nose to conceal his uneasiness. If one stone cost that much, then all the magic stones used for illumination on the stage would be worth more than 10,000 gold royals. This was just such a lavish exhibition! The guide seemed to perceive Yorko¡¯s uneasiness. She drew close to him and whispered in his ear like a perfect lover. ¡°That¡¯s nothing, Sir. Every guest who attends the exhibition for the first time is shocked by the magic stones. This is also a means through which ¡®Black Money¡¯ showcases their power.¡± ¡°You¡¯re also one of their means, aren¡¯t you?¡± Yorko had probably not presented himself in such a sumptuous exhibition as much as those great nobles had, but he knew how to talk to women. As his discomfort gradually faded away with the soft whisper of the guide, Yorko wrapped his arms around the girl¡¯s waist and drew her to his chest. ¡°Not until I get your approval.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve got my approval already. Well, after the exhibition¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll still be at your service, sir.¡± She gently nodded. Yorko started to slowly like this place. By the time his eyes were back to the stage, he had missed two rounds of the auction. The products for sale were apparently not that appealing to the audience, for few people showed interest in them. Just like the exhibitions he had attended with Denise, the first few rounds were nothing but the less savory aspect of the auction. The main course usually came at a later phase. Otto reckoned the sale of the witch should not be too close to the end and estimated that the final bidding price would be no more than 700 to 800 gold royals. These merchants sought more thrills and stimulation than pure beauties. The audience finally stirred a little bit when the first person up for auction was pushed to the stage. It was a young woman, pretty plain overall except for her fair skin. Yorko noticed the girl, unlike slaves sold in the slave market who were usually stark naked, were glamorously dressed in expensive garments only nobles could afford. In other words, she looked exactly like a highborn lady. ¡°What¡¯s that about?¡± Yorko pinched the waist of No. 76. ¡°To dress up a slave as a noble so that you can sell her at a higher price?¡± The guide corrected him with a smile. ¡°Not a slave masquerading as a noble, but a noble slave.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the difference¡­ Hold on.¡± Yorko¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°She¡¯s a true noble.¡± No. 76 gestured Yorko to tone down his voice. ¡°Not a remote relative or a branch, but a noble lineage, the legal heir of a big family.¡± ¡°Gentlemen, do you see this lady here?¡± The host announced in a loud voice. ¡°Aphnie Tanfek, the daughter of the Earl of Rubble Woods from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Since her father was unfortunately killed in the battle against the church, she¡¯s now legally the new Earl of Rubble Woods. The Tanfeks is a prominent family that can be dated back to 300 years ago. However, compared with their family history, I believe everybody is more impressed with the jade incident 20 years ago. This is a good chance to retaliate! The starting price is 300 gold royals. Please feel free to place your bid!¡± ¡°310!¡± Someone shouted immediately. ¡°350 gold royals!¡± ¡°400!¡± ¡°You¡¯re¡­ crazy!¡± As the bid went higher, Yorko commented in disbelief. ¡°To sell a real noble as a slave? It¡¯s a capital offense no country will tolerate!¡± There was an unwritten rule among nobles, which was to place noble blood above everything. Anyone who posed a threat to that rule would be considered as a mutual enemy of all aristocracies. That was also why ransom was commonly paid for the exchange of nobles in the event of defeat. As long as their bloodlines still existed, the family would eventually rise to power again. The rule had remained unchanged for several hundred years, and it held true especially for royal families. This auction, nonetheless, was an open confrontation with the entire aristocratic class. No. 76 spread out her hands. ¡°It¡¯ll be fine if you don¡¯t advertise it. Nobody will attribute the end of the noble bloodline to ¡®Black Money¡¯, for the church was the real culprit.¡± ¡°How will these nobles end up? The host just said ¡®retaliate¡¯, right?¡± The guide burst into laughter. ¡°The Tanfeks tried to lower the price of jades with some evil intentions 20 years ago. Many jade traders suffered a lot back then. So their retaliation will be¡­ certainly cruel. But these nobles lost their chance to stage a comeback from the beginning, just like witches.¡± The next few products were all nobles from the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart, men and women. The male nobles had a wider age range and were more popular than the female ones. Compared with the heirs, the women merchants perhaps preferred nobles who experienced in managing the operation of the family more. Yorko now understood why Otto had said the auction had to be underground. He also came to know the reason for their strict selection criteria. Apart from wealth and backgrounds, ¡°Black Money¡± probably also attached great importance to whether a guest had a genuine intention to make a purchase. In other words, they would only accept people who were their potential buyers, people who were in the same boat. The witch Yorko intended to bid was the 10th product. It was undeniable that although in tight bondage, the witch was considerably more beautiful than any of the noble ladies previously presented. Her disheveled brunette hair tumbled unbound down her shoulders. Underneath the thin burlap garment, a few whip marks could be detected on her bare hands and feet. Evidently, she had been tortured a great deal since being caught. Despite her emaciated frame, she had enchanted facial features and possessed an ineffable charm. The host exclaimed. ¡°A nameless refugee witch from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. She can heal herself with demons¡¯ power. Thanks to the report of our kind citizens, we¡¯ve got a real piece of treasure here. Think about it, a witch who can heal by herself. You can use her in any way you like! If you dread petting her, ¡®Black Money¡¯ can help you with that as well. Start from 500 gold royals. Please feel free to bid!¡± ¡°510.¡± ¡°560.¡± ¡°600.¡± Yorko did not place his bid immediately, for he knew he had to wait until the end when the biddings started to slow down. Only in this way could he possibly win the big ticket. To his surprise, however, the bidding price soon exceeded 800 gold royals that Otto had formerly estimated. Presently, it went over 1,000. The bidding continued and there was no sign that it would stop anytime soon. Yorko felt his palm started to sweat. Chapter 651 Chapter 651: The Auction Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Perhaps that was the witch¡¯s ability. Yorko realized that the eldest son of Luoxi family had only heard that a witch would be auctioned, but he had neglected her ability. A dangerous and eccentric ability would obviously reduce a witch¡¯s value, as no one wanted to be killed. Whether witches were affiliated with demons or not, they were not commoners and it was very hazardous to buy them off. But the ability of this witch sounded not formidable. Self-cure was not able to hurt people, instead, it met some curious people¡¯s needs, so the price would be unexpectedly high. ¡°Sir, don¡¯t you want to bid a price?¡± No.76 firstly took the initiative to ask. ¡°Uhm¡­ wait a moment.¡± Yorko wiped the sweat from his hands, thinking, ¡°Otto said that the Black Letter was money, but how much is it worth? 1,000 or 2,000 gold royals? If the witch¡¯s price turns out to be much higher than his Black Letter¡¯s worth, will the Black Money admit the deal? What if they ask me to pay the extra money?¡± A series of questions occurred to him and made him feel extremely anxious. He did not have even 100 gold royals, let alone 1,000 ones. At this time, the bidding competition started to slow down. Each rise would be kept about 10 gold royals and intervals became longer and longer. ¡°1,260 gold royals!¡± ¡°Is there a higher bidding?¡± Yorko knew that he would lose the witch if he kept silent. He gritted his teeth, thinking, ¡°If the Black Letter was maxed out, I¡¯ll show the Black Money my identity as the Ambassador of Graycastle. They won¡¯t dare to hurt a country¡¯s messenger. After that, I¡¯ll let Otto pay the extra money tomorrow morning.¡± ¡°Bid, 1,500 gold royals,¡± he said with a deep voice. ¡°Yes,¡± No.76 raised her right hand instantly and said, ¡°1,500!¡± Hearing that, all the guests began to stir. The significant rise of nearly 300 showed the buyer¡¯s resolution to get the witch. Besides, it also gave implications to other bidders that they need not bid anymore. Since only the wealthiest and most powerful people could get the invitations of the Black Money, it was much more important for the bidders to keep a good relationship than to bid a replaceable entertainment commodity. Under such circumstances, the other bidders usually would stop bidding. He hoped that he could utilize this bidding technique he had learned from Denise to make other bidders stop competing with him. However, he did not get what he wanted. ¡°1,800!¡± A new bidding voice came out of the crowds instantly. His heart abruptly sank. The same jump bidding trick meant that the bidder was also as determined as him to buy the witch. ¡°Sir?¡± No.76 asked. ¡°2,000.¡± Yorko tightly clenched his teeth. After his guide said the price, the other bidder continued to raise his bidding price, saying, ¡°2,300!¡± Damn it! This price was crazy even for a witch with self-cure ability. In the slave market, a top female slave with good looks and excellent skills was less than 100 gold royals. With that much money, one can get a dozen of them, with worrying about violating the laws of the Kingdom of Dawn. Isn¡¯t that better than buying a witch? With these thoughts in mind, he turned to look, and to his surprise, he noticed that the guide who had spoken for the other bidder was a male. ¡°A guide is decided by the bidder¡¯s gender, right? So the other bidder is a lady? Why does she want to buy a witch, just for watching?¡± Yorko indignantly asked No.76. ¡°What you¡¯ve said about the choice of a guide is true, unless the guest has special needs,¡± No.76 nodded and then asked, ¡°Do you want to raise your bidding price again?¡± ¡°You raise 200 gold royals each time until she gives up.¡± Yorko decided to buy the witch at all costs. He did not believe that the other bidder was richer than the three families of the Kingdom of Dawn. After all, this was what Otto had asked him to do. If there were any trouble, Otto would take care of it. As they were competing, the other guest whispered to each other, showing great interests in this scene. When the bidding price amounted to 4,000 gold royals, the other bidder finally stopped bidding. But the price was five times higher than that expected by Otto. ¡°4,000, the first time!¡± ¡°The second time!¡± The host said steadily and slowly, which made Yorko even more anxious. He felt a desperate urge to replace the host to strike the small hammer that was used to decide the price. Luckily, the nightmare-like bidding voice never sounded again. ¡°The third time and it¡¯s a deal.¡± Yorko took a deep breath and leaned on the bench, feeling his back soaked with sweat. ¡°4,000 gold royals¡­This witch costs a fortune that I can¡¯t make in my whole life. This is how the great nobles spend their money?¡± At this thought, he suddenly felt that his licentious life back in the king¡¯s city of Graycastle was nothing but a joke. His guide smilingly said, ¡°Sir, congratulations! No.10 commodity is yours now!¡± People sitting around him all looked at him with respect, as he had just spent 4,000 gold royals on a short-term consumable commodity. In the Kingdom of Dawn, wealth stood for identity. Regardless of the anxieties and concerns during the auction, Yorko was very pleased to undergo this wonderful experience, because, for the first time, people fixed their eyes on him out of respect instead of contempt. Yorko enjoyed this feeling for a long while and asked, ¡°Are the following commodities all slaves?¡± ¡°Yes, except the last one. It¡¯s said to be a very rare thing that costs the Black Money lots of efforts to get,¡± No.76 replied. ¡°You don¡¯t know what it is, either.¡± ¡°Yes, my boss wanted to emphasize its mystic quality by doing so. He only told us that it¡¯s an ancient relic embedded with magic stones,¡± she replied. ¡°So it can shine? You¡¯ve told me that there aren¡¯t any magic stone to be auctioned,¡± Yorko twitched his lip and said. No.76 explained. ¡°There¡¯s not only one kind of magic stones. Some stones can¡¯t shine, but they¡¯re the best-quality jewelry, such as the Blue Star sold out at the price of 3,400 gold royals six months ago. It was a magic stone that can¡¯t shine, but in the dark, you can see numerous shining stars inside it. It was much more precious than common gemstones.¡± ¡°And it¡¯s far more expensive than common ones. What a beautiful magic stone could it be, as it¡¯s sold out at such a high price?¡± Yorko thought and could not help feeling curious. Now that he had finished what Otto had asked him to do, he planned to leave the rest of the time here to the eye-opening commodities which he could brag about to Denise. However, seeing the last item on the auction, he felt quite disappointed. It was a sword. Four colorful gemstones were inlaid in the handle. He wondered whether the host was going to introduce it as a piece of jewelry or a weapon. The host started to brag about it. He claimed that it had been found in an ancient monument located in the Impassable Mountain Range. Based on the wall paintings around the place where it had been found, the sword had belonged to an excellent warrior. She had been able to use it to change astronomical phenomena, and her enemies had been demons from the hell. Yorko laughed at these ridiculous words. ¡°It would be more practical to sell those four gemstones alone. The host should not advertise the sword other than gemstones.¡± The sword was auctioned with a starting price of 50,000 gold royals, which made all the guest burst into an uproar. As a result, no one wanted to bid and this round of auction ended in a haste. ¡°Where¡¯s the witch I¡¯ve bought?¡± Yorko shifted his attention from the auction into the witch. He touched the thigh of No.76 and asked, ¡°Has she been put in my room?¡± ¡°Of course, Sir.¡± No.76 chuckled. ¡°The Black Money has arranged everything for you, so this way please.¡± Chapter 652 Chapter 652: The Witch and Accident Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When they were leaving the dark limestone cave, the guide held Yorko¡¯s hand and they walked straight into the cave with ease. Yorko could hardly see the ground, but the guide did not even slow down. Moreover, he could feel that No. 76 was no weaker than himself. The bumpy calluses on her palm totally did not match her slender body. Other than serving the guests, she was probably also be treated as a guard for the underground exhibition. It would be nice if such a person could be purchased from ¡°Black Money¡± as cultivating one was not easy. Although Hill Fawkes looked smart, he definitely would not follow him forever as he was still the man of his old friend. Not to mention that it would be a little¡­ boring for a man to be his guard. It would be more appropriate to replace the man with No. 76. Of course, Yorko was simply thinking about it. After all, the Black Letter did not belong to him and 4,000 gold royals were far more than Otto¡¯s budget. Spending an additional amount of money privately would probably cause a fall-out with the Luoxi family, which was one of the three families. After entering the cave, Yorko realized that most of the channels were naturally formed and the light of the torch seemed brighter due to the narrow terrain. Moreover, the dark sky could be faintly seen through many of the shafts at the top of the cave. The crisscrossing paths led into the deeper limestone caves where some were already transformed into hotels, while others were hung with barrel signs, just like an underground town. It seemed necessary to arrange a guide for each customer or it would be very time-consuming to even look for a room. ¡°By the way, how do I pay for this auction?¡± Yorko softly asked while there was no one else around. ¡°You can simply pass the invitation letter to me before you leave the underground, after you confirm the goods are fine,¡± No. 76 said with a smile, ¡°I¡¯ll complete the rest of the procedures for you. You can also visit our pub, casino and hot tub. ¡®Black Money¡¯ provides any services, both for fun and relaxation.¡± ¡°Is all the money written down in the Black Letter?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What if someone wants to buy the guide?¡± ¡°You just need to pay 500 gold royals to ¡®Black Money¡¯,¡± No. 76 smoothly answered as if she was accustomed to such questions and asked, ¡°Sir, do you want to buy me?¡± ¡°Getting along is not about how long we¡¯ve spent together, but how much fun we¡¯ve got,¡± Yorko avoided the question and said, ¡°what do you think?¡± ¡°You¡¯re right.¡± She chuckled. ¡°Anyway, may I see what you look like?¡± ¡°No way,¡± No. 76 shook her head and said, ¡°Unless you buy the guide, the guide isn¡¯t allowed to privately take off their mask. It¡¯s the rule of ¡®Black Money¡¯.¡± ¡°But you mentioned that you can provide any services¡­¡± ¡°Of course,¡± No. 76 touched her red lips and flirtatiously said, ¡°it doesn¡¯t hinder me from serving you, sir.¡± Yorko felt even more excited. ¡°We¡¯re here. This is your room.¡± No. 76 brought him to a wooden door at the end of the cave carved with ¡®No. 76¡¯, the same as her number. ¡°The room is divided into the inner room and outer room. I¡¯ll sleep in the outer room tonight. You can call me whenever you need anything.¡± Yorko lifted his eyebrows and asked after he opened the door, ¡°This is the outer room?¡± The cave was narrower in the front and wider at the back, and the outer room was only big enough to accommodate one person. It was probably similar to sleeping in the stable, as the ground was only covered with a layer of wheat-straw. ¡°After all, it¡¯s difficult to find a suitable room under the ground.¡± The guide indifferently waved and opened the second room door for him. Additionally, the inner-room was not spacious either. It could not accommodate anything other than a big bed and two soft chairs. ¡°Mmm! Mmm!¡± Yorko saw the witch he bought from the auction once he walked into the house. She was firmly cuffed by the iron hoops on the wall with both her arms and legs opened wide while her mouth was stuffed with a piece of clean white silk. She struggled with fear once she saw that someone walking in. He was immediately scolding ¡°Black Money¡± in his heart while twitching his lips twice. He thought that the house was at least divided into several compartments with a cage especially used to imprison the slaves, but it turned out to be so shabby. ¡°How could I enjoy a long night with No. 76 in this case?¡± ¡°Performing a live porn in front of a witch?¡± ¡°Give me a break. It¡¯ll be even worse than directly doing anything to her.¡± Yorko frowned even deeper when he thought of Otto¡¯s order to earn the witch¡¯s trust. ¡°Does ¡®Black Money¡¯ have other rooms? I mean those with extra charges,¡± he helplessly asked. ¡°Considering some of the customers have higher requirements of the room, we also offer the semi-open houses which are closer to the ground and rooms next to the underground river.¡± The way that businessmen make money was indeed outrageous. ¡°How much is the cheapest room?¡± ¡°Three gold royals per night.¡± ¡°This price is enough to pay for a half-a-month stay at the hotel in the inner city of the King¡¯s City.¡± Yorko unspokenly criticized. ¡°However, this amount is nothing as compared to 4,000 gold royals. Otto Luoxi shouldn¡¯t mind. Consider it as a processing fee.¡± ¡°You go out and wait for me for a moment,¡± he pondered for a while and said, ¡°I have something to talk to the witch about. I¡¯ll call you when I¡¯m done.¡± ¡°Yes, sir,¡± No. 76 said respectfully and left the room. As Yorko took off his coat and walked toward the witch, she struggled even harder and looked terrified. He sighed while covering her body with his cloth and said, ¡°Listen, I¡¯m entrusted by someone to come here to save you. As long as you don¡¯t make any noise, no one is going to hurt you. Everything will be fine. Please nod twice if you understand.¡± The witch stopped struggling and stared at Yorko for a long while as if she could not believe what she had just heard. The ambassador had to repeat it as softly and slowly as possible. The witch was very beautiful, but the childish little girl was really not his cup of tea. She finally nodded this time. Yorko was relieved and he reached out to remove the silk cloth from the witch¡¯s mouth. ¡°Who¡¯re you?¡± she asked after coughing slightly. ¡°Someone who has come to save you,¡± Yorko sat down on the bed and asked, ¡°do you have a name?¡± ¡°Amy,¡± she paused and said, ¡°Why don¡¯t you release me if you¡¯re here to save me?¡± ¡°What if you run away? I don¡¯t have another 4,000 gold royals to buy you again if you get caught,¡± Yorko opened his arms and said, ¡°You¡¯d better be chained for safety and it¡¯ll prevent raising any suspicion. I¡¯ll set you free tomorrow after we leave, okay?¡± ¡°Really?¡± Amy suspiciously asked. ¡°She¡¯s so gullible. No wonder she was discovered and reported,¡± he quietly thought. ¡°She¡¯s lucky to bump into me this time.¡± ¡°Not only that, I¡¯ll introduce you to a place where the witches gather. There are a lot of companions waiting for you. You don¡¯t have to keep hiding,¡± Yorko stood up and said, ¡°So, you just need to patiently wait until tomorrow. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Hold on, where are you going?¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to enjoy a sweet night, of course.¡± He grinned. When Yorko was just about to call for No. 76, There was a sudden noise in the outer room along with the noise of heavy items muffling. It happened very quickly and the outer room returned to silence after a few seconds. ¡°No. 76?¡± He probingly asked but no one answered. Chapter 653 Chapter 653: An Unexpected Guest Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Damn it! Yorko was not sure what had happened outside but it definitely would not be good. ¡°Is ¡®Black Money¡¯ not supposed to be a regular auction, organized by the powerful local businessmen except for the goods being illegal?¡± He cursed Otto for 10,000 times in his heart. ¡°The auction price was first wrongly estimated and now someone is coming for me. I wouldn¡¯t have agreed with him if I knew it would turn out like this.¡± Yorko looked around and tried to find something to defend himself, but there were no weapons in the room except for some tools to torture the slave. At this moment, someone pushed open the door and nipped in. Yorko knelt on the ground without any hesitation and said, ¡°Please spare my life! I¡¯ll give you anything you want¡­¡± However, the person did not stop but pounced towards him. After he finished saying, he subconsciously held his head down and leaned to one side, hoping to dodge the attack. ¡°No, Annie!¡± Amy shouted at the same time. The cold wind that swept by his cheeks suddenly stopped along with Amy¡¯s voice, Yorko tilted his head and noticed that it was a wooden stick, which looked like it was broken off from the chair. He would probably immediately pass out if he was really beaten. Then, he was pressed onto the bed from the back after he was grabbed by his shoulder and held up high by a big hand. ¡°Did he hurt you?¡± The voice sounded a bit hoarse and it was difficult to distinguish between men¡¯s and women¡¯s. ¡°He said¡­ he¡¯s here to help me get out of here.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve been cheated again, Amy,¡± she said while shaking her head. Then, she twisted Yorko¡¯s arms to his back and expertly tied them. ¡°Saving a strange witch with 4,000 gold royals? It¡¯s not a small amount of money. It¡¯s a lifetime of savings even for your father.¡± ¡°Aye¡­ Is, is that so?¡± She was really the one who was bidding with Yorko as she knew the auction price so clearly. However, how could she recognize Yorko and follow them all the way to the room No. 76 when everywhere else was dark other than the bright displaying booth in the limestone cave? Yorko knew that it was about his life and his persuasion this time would be for himself instead of his old friends or damn Otto. ¡°I didn¡¯t lie to her! I¡¯m the Ambassador of Graycastle, and saving the witch is the king¡¯s order!¡± ¡°Ambassador of¡­ Graycastle?¡± Yorko knew that this approach worked when the hand that was holding him down from the back slightly shook. ¡°Yes, have you heard of Roland Wimbledon? The fourth son of King Wimbledon III, King of Graycastle who¡¯s especially kind to the witches! He firmly believes that there are no differences between the witches and ordinary people, and he even fought against the church in order to allow the witches to freely live in his domain! These¡¯re all true, I swear!¡± Annie might not know who was Roland, but the news that the church was defeated by the Kingdom of Graycastle in Coldwind Ridge was indeed well-known among the people in the city of Glow. He even knew that the news was spread by Hill Fawkes and his assistants. The church had always been the greatest enemy of witches, it was likely that whoever defeated the church would win the witch¡¯s kindness and respect for whatever reasons. The hand that was holding him down on his back was a lot more relaxed as expected. And then, he had been turned over and pulled up from the bed. Yorko could only see the attacker¡¯s appearance now. Annie¡­ was probably a woman but she looked extremely handsome and her body was exceptionally burly even when it was covered by a cope. Both her dashing eyebrows were slightly pointing upwards and her narrow eyes looked energetic. Her hair was tied up into a high-ponytail and her forehead was clearly shown. Yorko would believe that she was a man if her voice was deeper; however, her look made him a little jealous. ¡°In this case, why didn¡¯t you unlock Amy¡¯s lock latch?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the same question again¡­¡± Yorko had to repeat the previous statement again. ¡°It¡¯s for the sake of her safety. It¡¯ll be even more dangerous if she doesn¡¯t believe me and sneaks out.¡± ¡°Where are you going to take her?¡± Annie, who was obviously not as easily persuaded as Amy, was doubting Yorko¡¯s statement. ¡°Giving her to the King of the Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± ¡°Of course¡­ not.¡± He quickly changed his words after saying half-way. ¡°My old friend doesn¡¯t treat witches as slaves. There were a lot of witches living in his domain like the normal people and they even formed an organization to specialize in protecting the witches¡¯ right.¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Annie angrily interrupted. Yorko quickly shut his mouth. He heard all these from Hill when they were talking. He heard that His Majesty curbed the disease spread by the church with the witches¡¯ help during the outbreak of demonic plague in the king¡¯s city. It was obviously a good thing, but Yorko was not sure why Annie did not look so happy about it. ¡°It sounds just like the Bloodfang Association,¡± Annie coldly said, ¡°They used to promote themselves in this way as well.¡± ¡°Blood¡­ what?¡± Yorko startled but his heart sensed something wrong. ¡°Witches can only believe is themselves, not the noble¡¯s promises.¡± She scanned the room and quickly found the key hanging on the wall. ¡°Wait, are you bringing her with you?¡± It¡¯s underground here. Don¡¯t you see the guards outside the cave when you came in? How¡¯re you going to get out?¡± You don¡¯t have to worry about it. I have my way.¡± Annie unlocked and released Amy. After that, she grabbed Yorko and locked one of his foot on the vervel. ¡°You really don¡¯t want to think about it?¡± Yorko got bolder when he realized that Annie was not trying to kill him. He was trying to convince her for the last time while he obediently let Annie locked him up. ¡°It¡¯s more appropriate for me to bring her out and I¡¯ll give her to you when we leave the courtyard. It¡¯ll neither easily raise any suspicion nor causing any problem in this case.¡± ¡°It does sound great, but it¡¯s also possible that I¡¯ll be welcomed by swords and God¡¯s Stone instead,¡± Annie remained unmoved and said, ¡°I had made a big mistake because of my credulity before and it won¡¯t happen again.¡± After Yorko was firmly locked, Annie dragged No. 76 in. She tied both her hands to her back and locked one of her foot as well. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you kill her?¡± He could see the blood stained on No. 76¡¯s head, who was apparently badly beaten up and still currently unconscious. However, she was still alive judging from the slight movements of her chest. ¡°It¡¯ll not be too late for me to kill both of you after I rescue Amy.¡± Annie¡¯s words made Yorko shivered. ¡°But I¡¯ll not kill you now as we perhaps owed the King of the Kingdom of Graycastle a thank for defeating the church. However, it doesn¡¯t mean that I¡¯ll believe him unconditionally.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll bring your words to His Majesty. Besides, you can come to the embassy to look for me if you need any assistance.¡± ¡°Of course, it¡¯s best not to as we can also save a lot of effort,¡± Yorko quietly thought to himself, ¡°and it may be for the better as I¡¯ve tried my best. Even my old friend can¡¯t blame me as I can¡¯t force them if they¡¯re not willing to go to the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± Annie turned around and stared at him for a long while before she carried Amy and left the room. Chapter 654 Chapter 654: The Compensation of [Black Money] Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Hey, are you okay?¡± Yorko pushed No. 76 with the other foot, but the latter was completely irresponsive. He sighed, drew close to her, and then picked up the coat on the ground with his mouth to cover both of them. ¡°Forget the romantic night. Just suck it up for this single night.¡± After such unexpected turns, he found himself surprisingly calm. The underground auction, the 4000 gold royals he wasted on a witch, the public attention he drew, and then the attack of the witches¡­ Over one night, he experienced more than he had ever experienced during the past twenty-some years of his life. ¡°Hmm.. this thrilling and stimulating feeling seems not to be as bad as I imagined?¡± Of course, Yorko would never agree to experience it once again. He had a fitful night. It was already noon the following day by the time they were found by a servant of the ¡°Black Money¡±. Then Yorko was quickly transferred to a spacious and comfortable room. Not only was he served soft bread and freshly squeezed juice by the servants, but he was checked by the maids from head to heels as well, even including his manhood between his legs. Also at his request, Otto Luoxi, who had been anxiously waiting outside, was taken into the limestone cave. ¡°What happened?¡± As soon as Otto saw the Ambassador, he asked eagerly, ¡°I heard that you got injured.¡± ¡°I need a private minute with this gentleman.¡± Yorko dismissed the servants sent by ¡°Black Money¡± before describing the whole story in detail, ¡°I was almost killed because of you. It was so close! I nearly lost my life! Fortunately, they found I was so kind and tender to the witch that I bought at the auction. If it were someone else, he would certainly be dead and cold now!¡± Complaining had been an ace up his sleeve, which brought him good fortune in the Kingdom of Graycastle for many years. Even if he could not get any practical benefits, at least he could make others feel guilty or sympathetic for him, which he might take advantage of in the future. Otto seemed to be so worried now, so he would certainly do something to compensate him. As expected, Otto appeared very uneasy and said, ¡°This happened due to my negligence. I will certainly compensate for it after we go back.¡± ¡°What about the 4000 gold royals?¡± ¡°The witch escaped from your room. That¡¯s the territory of ¡°Black Money¡±, so I guess they won¡¯t charge you for the auction.¡± ¡°Then didn¡¯t you save a lot of money?¡±Yorko teased, ¡°you saved the witch, and at the same time made good use of the Black Letter.¡± ¡°The black letters will be re-made for each exhibition, so I can¡¯t say it¡¯s wasted or not,¡± Otto forced a smile and said, ¡°but it did save us the gold royals.¡± Yorko suddenly remembered what No. 76 had whispered in his ear. ¡°You just need to pay 500 gold royals to Black Money.¡± ¡°Sir, do you want to buy me?¡± Compared to 4000, 500 seemed to be a more reasonable number. Perhaps he could let Otto pay again as the compensation for the shock he experienced. Yorko cleared his throat and prepared to speak when the bedroom door was pushed open. A man with a silver mask came, accompanied by two attendants. He appeared to be quite old, as his dark brown hair was mixed with white hair. He wore a loose silk robe with a particularly eye-catching black dragon head logo on his chest. ¡°I¡¯m in charge of the exhibition. You can call me Silvermask,¡± he said with a slight bow, ¡°¡®Black money¡¯ apologizes for what happened to you. Fortunately, you were not injured in the accident. We have begun to investigate how the witch fled, and we¡¯ll inform you once we found her whereabouts. We won¡¯t deduct the payment from the Black Letter unless you still want the witch when we capture her.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ I see,¡± Yorko cleared his throat. After all, he, instead of Otto Luoxi, was the one who bought the witch, so he had to continue to feign his interest in her, ¡°Don¡¯t give her to anyone except me. The 10th round will always be valid.¡± ¡°As you wish.¡± ¡°By the way, I wonder how the attacker got in the exhibition.¡± ¡°These villains hijacked other visiting guests. At an outskirt house, we have found two other victims who were robbed of the Black Letter,¡± Silvermask replied. ¡°More than one villain?¡± ¡°Yes, this was a premeditated act,¡± he nodded. ¡°We didn¡¯t expect the witch has other accomplices, or that they dare to launch a raid under King of Dawn¡¯s intense search of witches. Did the villain who hijacked you leave any clues?¡± ¡°Well¡­ No, she fled after hearing that I was the Ambassador of Graycastle.¡± Yorko shrugged and said, ¡°Haven¡¯t the ¡®Black Money¡¯ ever thought of a more reliable way of checking the identity? If anyone can enter just by an invitation letter, I am afraid it is not the first time that this kind of thing happened?¡± ¡°You¡¯re definitely right,¡± said Silvermask with laughter, ¡°but it¡¯s also the charm of ¡®Black Money¡¯. Compared to the risk, people prefer to get their favorite goods without revealing their identity. Of course, when issuing Black Letter, we will carefully consider our clients, including how much they care about the Black Letter and their ability to keep it. No matter how the two hijacked men got the Black Letter, they certainly won¡¯t have a second chance to get invitations.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± said Yorko, shrugging. ¡°So how did she escape from the underground cave? I remember there were many guards in the passage from the cave to the yard, and she could not possibly get out while carrying an injured witch. Is it possible that they still hide somewhere in the cave, waiting until you¡¯re off guard? Silvermask shook his head, ¡°They crept out of the vent. Several iron bars were burned, which should be caused by a witch¡¯s ability.¡± ¡°So this is the escaping route prepared by Annie. And it seemed that more than one witches participated in this rescue. Otto did everything for nothing.¡± ¡°In that case, there¡¯s nothing you can do about it,¡± said Yorko. He then pretended to ask casually, ¡°how¡¯s my guide now?¡± ¡°She¡¯ll be severely punished by ¡®Black Money¡¯. As a guide, it¡¯s her responsibility to protect her distinguished guests. She¡¯s no longer qualified for this position.¡± ¡°Can I see her?¡± ¡°Do you mean¡­ you want to punish her personally?¡± ¡°No,¡± Yorko looked at Otto. ¡°I want to buy her.¡± ¡°But she¡¯s already a prisoner of ¡®Black Money''¡±, Silvermask said hesitantly. ¡°500 gold royals? I¡¯ll pay it with the Black Letter.¡± ¡°Wait a minute¡­ Mr. Ambassador?¡± Otto asked in surprise, ¡°what guide?¡± Yorko pressed Otto¡¯s hand but did not answer. Silvermask nodded after a moment of silence, ¡°I see. If you insist, we¡¯ll give No. 76 to you as a gift.¡± ¡°A gift?¡± Yorko was first stunned and then felt very pleased. ¡°Since she can no longer be a guide, it¡¯s a better choice to give her to you. Just take it as the compensation of ¡®Black Money¡¯ for this accident,¡± Silvermask bowed again and said, ¡°I hope we can meet here again.¡± Chapter 655 Chapter 655: In the Depth of the Limestone Cave Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Holding the Stone of Lighting, Banach Lothar walked step by step toward the depth of the Black Money. It was such a steep ramp that he had to stumble along it even with the help of his servants. ¡°I¡¯ve finally become old.¡± Sadness suddenly appeared in his heart. Since he was 20, he had taken over the family business and had created a giant Chamber of Commerce which was rich and powerful. His struggle and excitement during those years were beyond description. Even if he only received an honorary title as a knight, his reputation and status were not lower than that of the three noble families in the Kingdom of Dawn. However, it did not mean that his great achievement could be passed down to future generations. In fact, as the scale of the Chamber of Commerce continued to expand, the foundation was already at stake. In those days, in order to consolidate the strength of the Chamber of Commerce, many large businessmen, even the upper noble, were invited to join the chamber. When he was alive, they might be reliable supports or worthwhile tools, but what if he passed away? Would they be willing to stay in their current position? There was hardly any need to answer this question. Banach had five sons and one daughter, among whom the most outstanding one was his fourth son, Victor Lothar. Even though he was only 21 years old, he had shown extraordinary business talents. But at this age, he could not overpower those crafty partners yet. The Chamber of Commerce was not the private property of the Lothars; therefore, if he forced them to accept Victor to take over his position, he was afraid that he would face strong oppositions. By that time, the Chamber of Commerce would be broken into pieces, and what was worse, his children might lose their lives. What if he abandoned the giant chamber he had created in his whole life? Banach was indeed unwilling to do so. Pondering over this, he suddenly slipped. ¡°Sir, watch your steps!¡± The servants around him immediately held him on his arm. Banach stumbled about a few steps before he managed to stand steadily. Obviously, his body had lost the vigor of youth. He was already 69 years old, and how many times could he try to walk along such a steep ramp? He had to hurry up. Once he thought of the promise given by the Oracle, flames of hope were lighted in his heart again. Only after he became one of them, could he solve this seemingly insoluble problem forever. Gradually, the ramp downward became flat, and the air became moist. Banach faintly heard the sound of the undercurrent hitting the rock like continuous thunder, dull and solid. Honestly, he did not like such a place, which was secretive enough but gave no sense of security. He always feared that one day the water would crush the cave walls and completely engulf the cave. In fact, quite a few similar cases had already happened in this cave group. Several tunnels had turned into deep pools due to the flow backward of the undercurrent and eventually had to be closed. The Black Money only occupied a small part of the cave group. If Banach had enough time, he could even make it into an underground city. When he arrived at the bottom of the ramp, the light instantly became bleak. The Stone of Lighting was still shining, but it was no longer bright enough for him to see the rock walls on both sides, as the size of the cave suddenly increased several times larger. The sound of the undercurrent became extremely loud. It seemed that a branch was passing underfoot. In the deep cave, two yellow flames were shining in the distance. They were the guards sent by the Oracle to pick him up. ¡°OK, stop and wait here.¡± ¡°But Sir, it¡¯s still a long way¡­¡± the servants said with worries. ¡°That¡¯s all right. I have to walk the last part of this road by myself,¡± Banach slowly said. The servants dared not to persuade him anymore due to his years of authority, so they just said, ¡°Yes, Sir, please mind your steps!¡± After leaving the cave hole, he carefully walked to the center of the cave. The cave at the bottom of the limestone cave group was very strange, which was shaped like an island. It was surrounded by bottomless gullies and the central bulged Rockhill was connected with the ramp by a narrow stone bridge. When he walked through the bridge, he was surrounded by darkness while the Magic Stone could only illuminate as far as several dozen meters. If he were not directed by the yellow light at the end of the bridge, Banach would even feel as if he was walking in the abyss of hell, and the roaring sound of water at the feet was the whining of the ghosts and evil spirits. Mist gradually rose around, and the scope of the light was further reduced due to the too much water vapor. He knew he had to be particularly careful, as green moss was likely to grow on the bridge. If he had slipped down from the bridge, even the Oracle could not save him. In the moist air, Banach Lothar finally reached the central stone island. He was panting when the guards of the Oracle turned to walk backward and said, ¡°Come with me. Master Oracle has been waiting for you for a long time.¡± Having no time to complain, he took a deep breath and followed the two guards¡¯ footsteps. The top of this isolated island-like Rockhill was about 100 paces wide, and the place to meet the Oracle was located within the Rockhill. Before stepping on the rock stairs around the hill, Banach noticed that behind the limestone cave there was an extremely spacious cave which echoed with the ramp he had met earlier to form a straight line. That cave was larger and much closer to the Rockhill. In the light of the Magic Stone, he found that it was a standard round cave and its edge was very smooth as if it was carved by men. If he guessed right, the guards of the Oracle entered the Kingdom of Dawn through these underground passages. When he finally entered the Rockhill, he had been too tired to stand straight. Fortunately, the Oracle would not mind his posture when meeting him. The guards brought a soft cushion and asked him to sit down in the stone room which covered about 10 square meters. Then they drew the heavy cloth curtain to block the sound of the undercurrent. ¡°Are you ready?¡± One of them asked. ¡°Yes, please allow me to meet Master Oracle.¡± Banach wiped the sweat from his forehead. Though his body was exhausted, his heart was full of expectation. At these words, the Stone of Lighting on his hand suddenly flashed, and so were the magic stones in the hands of the two guards. Then the three magic stones were extinguished in turn, and darkness enveloped the stone room. As it was not the first time that he had seen such a scene, Banach did not feel surprised; instead, he was full of amazement and awe at the power of the Oracle. Soon a purple light curtain rose from the ground, turning the darkness around into a different view. It was also the deep underground, but red lava flowed beneath it. Countless rivers of flames gushed from the rock holes and converged at the bottom to form a cobweb-like picture. Above the flames was the body of the Oracle, a giant sarcoma hanging on the rock wall with numerous plant-like roots. The tangled epidermis bulged rhythmically as if it was breathing hot air. It had neither eyes nor mouth, but it could see and talk to him by directly echoing in his mind. This was the real appearance of the Oracle. It did not need to transform into a human figure because itself meant extraordinary. Banach Lothar respectfully lowered his head. Chapter 656 Chapter 656: The Oracle and the Chosen One Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A female voice directly appeared in Banach¡¯s mind. ¡°Please feel free to talk to me. What happened above?¡± Instead of speaking, he only needed to whisper in his heart to give the answer. He found that although this way of communicating was hard to get used to in the beginning, it was actually a faster and more effective way. Meanwhile, he also found it harder to lie in this way. Banach told the oracle what had happened through his thoughts. ¡°Holy oracle, something unexpected happened. They didn¡¯t accept the invitation from Ambassador of Graycastle. This is my mistake. I didn¡¯t expect that it would be so hard for them to drop their guard.¡± The oracle did not blame him but said wistfully, ¡°it¡¯s hard to predict what people are thinking. Do you have any remedial measure?¡± ¡°They¡¯ve got to accept the ambassador¡¯s invitation. It¡¯s just a matter of time.¡± He paused for a moment. ¡°Because of His Majesty Appen Moya¡¯s new policy.¡± ¡°Tut¡­ common man.¡± Banach was startled and asked, ¡°what can I do for you, holy oracle?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t like this witch removal policy. Can you guarantee that nobody will be hurt?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Banach did not know what to say, because he knew that once this policy was implemented, it would be inevitable that some witches were caught or even killed. Given that the oracle had only ordered him to drive the witches to go southwards into the Western Region of Graycastle without ensuring the safety of their lives, he thought it would be none of his business to care about how many would survive during the journey. ¡°Is this what you think?¡± The oracle raised her voice in a sudden. All her tentacles wriggled and the underground hot lava started to surge, showing her anger. ¡°Don¡¯t forget what I said. Before the doomsday, every witch is crucial!¡± From the way she reacted, Banach gathered something had gone wrong and then realized that he had been talking with her through the thoughts. In this way, everything he thought would be directly transmitted to her. He quickly explained, ¡°no, holy oracle, I remember every word you¡¯ve said. I don¡¯t want to hurt anyone innocent, either, but if I do it that way, it¡¯ll take a longer time and require rearrangement of my people. After all, not everyone has the courage to defy the king¡¯s rules and at the same time keeps this secret.¡± The oracle quickly replied, ¡°I¡¯ll send my guards to help you. How long will it take?¡± Banach breathed a sigh of relief, as he had witnessed those guards¡¯ abilities. Generally speaking, knights were not able to compete with them at all, and some less capable ones could not even see their movements clearly. If two or three guards fought together, they could easily defeat 20 to 30 knights, which also showed the extraordinary power of the oracle. ¡°I can complete the third step of the plan in two weeks.¡± ¡°All right, just do it.¡± ¡°Holy oracle¡­¡± Banach hesitated and continued. ¡°Are the witches that important? Do the deities only bless them? In terms of wealth or power, I¡¯ll make a better¡ª¡± The oracle interrupted, ¡°a better choice for the Chosen One? You¡¯ve got no idea. Neither wealth nor power will be useful when the doomsday is approaching. The deities are looking for a savior who knows how to use the divine power instead of a secular spokesman. Common man, you¡¯re helpful, indeed, so when the mission is completed, I¡¯ll give you an appropriate reward, such as immortality, but you also need to recognize your own position.¡± Banach knew about the doomsday. Every 400 years, a bloody moon would appear in the sky and then the Gates of Hell would open. Demons would come swarming out of the gates, slaughtering the human beings across the continent, and the person who could resist these cruel enemies was the Chosen One. Today, he knew more about the Chosen One through the talk with the oracle. She seemed to be searching for someone who can directly connect to the powerful deities and this someone must be a witch. Not wanting to give up now, he asked again, ¡°but¡­ are you sure that the Chosen One was definitely among the witches in the Kingdom of Graycastle?¡± The oracle remained speechless for a while, which was an unusual thing. After that, she said, ¡°no one knows the answer. This is just another try, and we¡¯ve tried this for many times in the past hundreds of years.¡± ¡°What if we still can¡¯t find the one this time?¡± ¡°We¡¯ll keep searching until the doomsday when the human world is completely destroyed.¡± Thinking that it would be meaningless to become immortal if all the human beings died, Banach smiled bitterly and promised, ¡°I see, I¡¯ll do my best to complete the task.¡± All the sarcoma¡¯s tentacles danced simultaneously, which indicated that the oracle was content. ¡°Here¡¯s another thing I want to ask¡­ Is the church really defeated?¡± Since the news that the church had suffered a crushing defeat had reached the Kingdom of Dawn, the oracle had paid particular attention to this issue. She had even ordered Banach to send his men to the Coldwind Ridge to confirm it. ¡°Yes, at the foot of the Coldwind Ridge, the battlefield looked as if it had been trampled by demonic beasts, with deep pits and trenches everywhere. Around it stood thousands of grave mounds. According to the locals, they were built by the King of Graycastle. He had bought all the dead bodies of his soldiers back to the Western Region and burnt and buried all the church¡¯s dead people at the spot. Merchants who came back from the Hermes Plateau told us that prosperity had already left the Holy City and there was only a dead silence in it.¡± Hearing this, the oracle¡¯s voice instantly turned soft. ¡°This is their end¡­¡± After a moment, she quickly recovered and said, ¡°that¡¯s all for today¡¯s conversation. I¡¯m tired.¡± ¡°Yes, holy oracle,¡± Banach bowed and said. The underground scene went out like ebbing tides, quickly leaving them in darkness. The Magic Stones flickered several times and then lit up the stone room. Everything that had happened was just like a dream now. A guard came up to Banach and gave him a porcelain bottle, saying, ¡°here¡¯s the medicine for this time. Drink it. Holy oracle was very pleased with your recent work.¡± ¡°Th-Thanks, your holy oracle.¡± With great excitement, Banach took the bottle and swigged down all the liquid inside it. Right after this, he felt a warm torrent flow out of his stomach to rejuvenate his whole body. This medicine could make him feel dexterous and quick in action, but this effect would not last for a very long time. It could not make him live longer, either. Based on what the oracle had said, it could only improve his health and relieve fatigue and restore the body¡¯s vigour in a short time. She had said that before he was bestowed immortality, he needed to take this medicine to mend his weak body. Otherwise, the great pain during the process of turning into an immortal would tear him into pieces. Her honesty in telling him the truth about this medicine further strengthened his faith in her, as he believed that if this was a fraud, she would only need to offer him this magic medicine whose rejuvenating effect could attract lots of noble men and wealthy merchants like him. Three years ago, he had had to move around sitting in a wheelchair pushed by a servant. Now, at least, he could stand and walk on his two feet. This was the improvement the medicine had brought him. He was confident that if he could get immortality after completing the mission the oracle had given him, all the knotty problems he had now would be solved smoothly. He lifted the curtain door and walked toward the rock stairs of the hill with his back straight and his head held erect. Feeling totally different from the time he had walked to the stone room, now he felt energetic even in the humid cold winds. His steps were steady, and the roaring underground river sounded like horns encouraging him to move forward. Chapter 657 Chapter 657: A Secret Shared by Two Girls Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Roland poured himself a cup of tea and looked at Nightingale. ¡°Would you like some?¡± ¡°Yes, thank you.¡± Lying on the couch, she was reading a newly written play by May with great interest. She was holding the book with one hand and a piece of dried fish with another hand. Since Anna had talked to her, she had disappeared for two days. When she returned, she looked relieved, free and easy, as she had been before. Since her return, Roland felt that she kept smiling at him and sometimes peeped at him with eyes full of vitality. Took what she was doing now as an example. She put her feet on the tea table and moved her robe to one side, revealing her long slim legs in black tight stockings. She did not avoid him at all and would only conceal herself when someone else came into the office. This attractive posture made it hard for the prince to focus. He could hardly stop his eyes from involuntarily moving to the side sometimes. As a result, he had not finished even a single blueprint in the first half of the morning. He complained in his heart, ¡°I knew I shouldn¡¯t have asked Soraya to paint these stocking-like leg warmers.¡± He took a cup of delicately fragranced tea to her and said, ¡°here¡¯s your tea.¡± She put down the book and took the tea with both hands. She sniffed at it and said, ¡°ah¡­ nice tea. Could you please add a lump of sugar for me?¡± He found that she enjoyed both salty and sweet food, and no matter how much she ate, she would never get fat. When he had been in his lethargy, she had lost lots of weight and looked much thinner than before, but after he had woken up, she had quickly gotten back her normal weight. Her weight seemed to have an upper limit. When she reached it, she would stop gaining any more weight. He had nagged her to stop eating too much or she would get fat, but now he realized that was not a problem for her at all. He added a lump of sugar to her teacup and returned to his desk. After painting several strokes on the paper, he still could not stop himself from being curious and said, ¡°Nightingale¡­¡± ¡°Uhm?¡¯ ¡°What indeed¡­ did Anna tell you?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± She nimbly slipped out of the couch and instantly appeared on his desk. ¡°It¡¯s a secret.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you even tell me?¡± After a little hesitation, she shook her head and said, ¡°no, I¡¯ve promised Anna. If it¡¯s just about me, I¡¯ll tell you whatever you want to know, but this is not¡­ She asked me to keep it up my sleeve for now.¡± ¡°Well, I see.¡± Roland took a sip of his tea and stopped asking. He could go to ask Anna directly, but as a person of normal EQ, he knew he must stop mentioning this thing repeatedly. At least, from Nightingale¡¯s reaction he could tell that Anna was not angry. When he picked up his quill again, Nightingale suddenly said, ¡°thank you.¡± ¡°What?¡± Rowland was stunned and looked up, his gaze met hers. In the warm autumn sunshine, her long blonde hair shone, her skin glowed and her face looked exceptionally beautiful. Time seemed to stop at this moment. ¡°Thank you for telling her what I feel.¡± ¡­ In the afternoon, good news came from the Ministry of Construction. Neverwinter¡¯s first converter steel mill, a steelmaking facility recently designed by Roland, was completed at the North Slope Mountain. Despite that it was called a steel mill, it looked more like a simple iron shed with a large new equipment in it. Different from all the previous furnaces, this equipment was made of pure steel, supported by an angular grate and covered with heat resistance coating. Its surface was dark gray and dull, making the machine look towering and thick in the sunshine. When Roland arrived at this new Furnace Area with his City Hall officials, this new furnace had been surrounded by a large number of curious experienced workers. ¡°Your Majesty, can this stove make steel? It doesn¡¯t even have a fire place.¡± Lesya of the Ministry of Construction had asked the same question, but he had still built it up in strict accordance with Roland¡¯s design. This converter¡¯s components were all processed by Anna. With Hummingbird¡¯s help, their heavy weight had not caused any trouble during the construction which was finished in just a week. Roland smiled and said, ¡°in the nature, fire isn¡¯t the only thing that produces heat. Let the workers get ready for the equipment¡¯s first test run.¡± Roland had compared three most frequently used steelmaking facilities, open hearth furnace, converter, and electric furnace. He had firstly ruled out electric furnace because of the lack of necessary conditions and decided on a converter after a long and thoughtful consideration. With the simplest structure among the three choices, an open hearth furnace was similar to a traditional smelter in terms of operation, but it also had a significant drawback in energy consumption. It required a huge amount of fuel in steel making, which would definitely pose a threat to Neverwinter¡¯s limited supply of energy resources. Given that its coal mines were located far away at the source of the Redwater River and that its coking plant was just put into use and could barely meet the demand of the blast furnace iron smelting, adapting open hearth steelmaking would soon lead to an acute shortage of fuel. Choosing a converter would avoid such a problem, as it hardly cost any fuel. It kept the liquid iron at a high temperature to continue the smelting process, using the heat generated by the oxidation of impurities contained in pig iron, such as manganese, silicon and carbon. The other shortcomings of an open hearth furnace included occupying a too large area and a long smelting time. To make the best use of fuel, a regenerator should be built for an open hearth furnace to heat the air in advance, and making each batch of liquid steel would took this facility over half a day. By comparison, a converter took up less room, as it needed no additional device and its orbit could double as a transmission line for the liquid steel. It also worked more efficiently. Each of its smelting process only took dozens of minutes and this smelting time could be further shortened to 15 minutes when the technology was mature. In view of these two points, Roland decided to choose converters as the main facilities for Neverwinter¡¯s steel production. The workers used an steam engine to put a batch of crude iron ingots into the furnace shaped like a pear. ¡°Anna, make a fire.¡± She nodded and walked up the stairs to the top of the converter. She summoned her Blackfire to melt the Iron Ingots into liquid iron in a short time, and the hot red liquid soon lit up her face. He planned to use the liquid iron produced by the blast furnace for this steel mill in mass production. That was the reason why he built it here in the Furnace Area. He said to the leader of the steelmaking team, ¡°now, follow my instructions. Insert the blowing pipe into the furnace mouth.¡± This was the first time for them to use a converter, but for these experienced workers who had operated similar equipment, controlling this pipe was as easy as controlling a trailer. In the booming noise of the steam engine, a steel pipe slowly fell into the furnace from the top. The other end of the pipe was connected to a coated flexible tube which led to an air pump driven by an steam engine. When the oxygen-rich air was inhaled into the converter, raging flames sparked to life at the furnace mouth. Orange sparkles splattered from the furnace, looking like fireworks. Glaring white flames made it hard for people around to open their eyes. All the officials marveled at this spectacular sight. Roland got a sense of fulfillment, feeling the hot air blowing on his face. He saw these flames as an emblem of human beings¡¯ entering a new era. Chapter 658 Chapter 658: Dreams and Steel Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As the liquid iron rolled over and over in the converter, the silicon and manganese in it were oxidized first after which it was the turn of the carbon in the pig iron. At a temperature of nearly 1,500 degrees, the carbon reacted with the oxygen in the air, producing carbon monoxide and a lot of heat which made the liquid boil in the furnace. The flames gushing out of the furnace mouth almost enveloped the blowing pipe and the grate. That was why Roland made them coated with heat resistance coating. A large amount of hot carbon monoxide were forced outward. It mixed with the air outside and burnt violently, looking as if the furnace were set afire. The noises caused by gas expansion even downed the booming sounds of the steam engine. As this scene easily evoked an image of an erupting volcano, all the people moved backward simultaneously in fright, except Roland who still stood in the place, with both of his hands behind his back. He faced the strong hot winds, totally besotted with the awe-inspiring roars of the surging steel liquid. He thought it was a pity that he could not use pure oxygen in this process at present due to technological limitations. Otherwise, the flames would shine even more brightly. When oxides of phosphorus and sulfur, which were the last elements that were oxidized, reacted with limestone and became furnace slags, the flames began to dim and the liquid iron became molten steel. As the furnace slags were lighter, they were floating on it. The workers could pour the liquid steel out through the steel-tapping hole by tilting the furnace as easily as pouring a cup of tea. To prevent the slags from entering into the steel ladle, a modern steel mill would use a slag-stopping ball, a slag-stopping spear or infrared detection, which was beyond Neverwinter¡¯s technical capacity. Given that, Roland came up with a simple solution which was not pouring out all the liquid. He instructed the workers to erect the furnace when there were still some liquid steel in it, and then he asked them to dump all the left liquid steel together with the furnace slags. As he was not pursuing productivity efficiency, he did not care about such a little waste. Besides, when he collected enough wasted liquid steel, he could put them back into the furnace to make steel again. To ensure the quality of the steel, the last step was to eliminate excess oxygen in the liquid steel. The alumina poured in Neverwinter from Longsong Stronghold could make excellent deoxidizers. A bucket of pure aluminum extracted by Lucia was added to the liquid steel, and soon aluminum oxide furnace slags and excess liquid aluminum started to float to the surface. At this moment, the whole steelmaking process was accomplished. Seeing the bright molten steel being poured into the mold and turning into steel ingots, all the officials of City Hall were too stunned to utter a word. In this era, people usually relied on blacksmiths to hit on the hot iron repeatedly for a long time to produce steel, and a whole set of steel armors would be treasured as a family heirloom. No one had seen that steel could be made this way. ¡°Star of Steel¡± had been able to produce lots of steel, but it was run by magic powers. They all knew that without Anna and Lucia, it could hardly produce anything. However, this time was different, as converter steelmaking required no magic power but common workers. They realized something after witnessing this whole manual operation. They were clear that they could not create another ¡°Star of Steel¡±, but they could certainly build more converters and train countless workers. Given that, steel was no longer a rare material. A huge amount of this solid metal would be produced at the foot of the North Slope Mountain to replace those soft and fragile materials, such as wood and bronze. Roland was happy to see the surprise and excitement on the officials¡¯ faces. He believed that they would not be excellent leaders if they were not thrilled by this brand new steelmaking process. Common workers might only be amazed by the steel ingots in front of them, but the officials should see the changes and the future brought by this new technology. By now, Neverwinter¡¯s coal & iron compound manufacturing industry had been formed. Mining, ironmaking, steelmaking and steel-casting processes could all be completed by common people. With a fast-growing population and a rapidly expanding education, Roland now felt that he could hear the steel wheels rolling over the ground, ushering in a new era. As to the quality of this first batch of rolled steel, he decided to let Lucia check it. After that, he could base on her results to adjust the air blowing time and to improve the slags removing methods. He felt good seeing this achievement. ¡­ However, he did not want to have a rest after that, as he still had lots of work to do with the memories he retrieved in the Dream World. As he had completed all the primary textbooks, he planned to search for some professional books on machinery. He needed high-performance processing equipment as Neverwinter would soon be able to produce a large amount of steel. Those simple machine tools he had made previously could hardly process some high-end products, such as Longsong Cannons, heavy machine guns, and grenade fuze. Where could he find those books? He believed that the library of the school was the place he should go. It had been said to be a place full of romantic encounters, but he had had none during all his visits to that place when he had been a student. Despite that, he had really read lots of books there, including many on mechanical design. After dinner, he went to bed early. As traveling in the Dream World could not count as a rest, he would be very tired for the first day in that world. Besides, it was impossible for him to take an afternoon nap in his apartment there without an air conditioner in hot weather. Under such circumstances, he had to sleep early and save energy for his activities in the Dream World. Waking up in that world, it was still a clear sunny morning in the midsummer. He looked at his mobile phone at the bedside and saw a dozen missed calls. He touched the screen and found that all of them were from secondhand goods dealers. They had also sent him many text messages. ¡°Hey, bro, do you have any more armors? One of my friends wants to buy some to shoot a film. If you do, call me.¡± ¡°I can offer you a higher price this time, 700 yuan. How¡¯s it?¡± ¡°The price for the swords will also be increased by 200 yuan. I¡¯m a true pal, right? But don¡¯t sharpen the blades. Otherwise, that¡¯s way too scary.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re unsatisfied with the prices, we can talk about it.¡± ¡°Come on, bro. Could you give me an answer?¡± Roland slid to the last message. It was from his bank, telling him that the remaining balance of his account was 3,600 yuan and 1,500 yuan of it was remitted by Zero¡¯s parents as her living expenses. The money could support him for quite a long time. He tapped with his finger to delete all the messages and put on his T-shirt and shorts before going into the living room. At this moment, Zero was still in bed. Not wanting to wait for the little girl to wake up and make breakfast, he directly walked downstairs and found a small rice noodle restaurant in the lane. He sat in it and said, ¡°a big bowl of rice noodle with shredded meat, please.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± He thought that as he had money now, he must give himself a treat which was not available even in the king¡¯s city of Graycastle. After all, the kingdom had no rice at all. Soon, a steaming bowl of rice noodles fresh from the pot was served for him. While eating the breakfast, he looked at the apartment building. By now, he had only visited the secondhand bookstore and the small Internet Cafe two blocks away, busy with making money and memorizing books. This was the first time for him to have leisure to sit down and observe the residents of the Apartment of Souls. Chapter 659 Chapter 659: Rules of the Dream World Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Apparently, the Dream World had accepted all the losers in the Soul Battlefield, as no one in this world found it strange seeing their various hair colors and different facial features. For example, Roland himself had long gray hair, light gray eyes and a straight nose with a high nose bridge, which would attract all the attention when he walked in the streets of the community where he had lived in modern times. However, in this world, all these strange looking people lived just like the common ones. On their way to catch buses, young men were rushing about with their newspapers and briefcases under their arms, while chewing deep-fried dough sticks. Elderly people gathered in twos and threes on the open space in front of the apartment building. Some were moving their limbs and doing their morning exercises. Some laid out Chinese chess boards, ready to play with their friends. The chirping of cicadas, the city noises and the sounds of morning reading, babies crying and hucksters shouting were all wafted to his ears by the morning breeze, creating a characteristic symphony of the tube-shaped apartment building. Roland cherished the scene which was full of life. Right at this moment, a woman running along the lane was getting near to him. Seeing this woman, Roland nearly dropped his chopsticks involuntarily. To his great surprise, she was Garcia Wimbledon. She tied her hair up and wore light sportswear, baring her white thighs and hanging a towel around her neck. Her sweat had soaked her collar and pinpricks of sweat covered her arms. She must have been running for quite a long time. He was more surprised seeing all the people in the lane fixing their eyes on her and some even whistling at her. These people looked so excited as if they were looking at a star. However, Garcia did not give a fig to the crowd. She continued running through the lane as fast as the wind and disappeared into the corridor entrance of the apartment building. ¡°That¡¯s Garcia!¡± someone in the rice noodle restaurant exclaimed. ¡°Now you believe what I told you. If you get up early, you¡¯ll get the chance to see her. As long as the weather is good, she¡¯ll run for an hour here.¡± ¡°It¡¯s the first time for me to meet a TV star.¡± ¡°She looks much better than on TV.¡± ¡°Oh yeah, Garcia will have an important match very soon.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll support her anyway. I hope that she¡¯ll win the final.¡± ¡°Of course, she will. She¡¯s such a genius!¡± Everybody was talking about her, leaving Roland dumbfounded. He wondered why all the residents here were so familiar with Garcia and what the match they were talking about was. He thought, ¡°is she a rising sports star or something?¡± To confirm his guess, he took out his wallet after drinking all the remaining soup in his bowl and asked the owner when he came over to clean the table, ¡°what was going on? Is that woman famous?¡± The owner looked at him in disbelief, saying, ¡°you¡¯re not living here, right? Who in this Tongzi Street doesn¡¯t know Miss Garcia?¡± Hearing this, he became even more curious and said to the owner, ¡°I¡¯ve just moved in recently. What does she do?¡± ¡°She¡¯s a martial fighter!¡± ¡°Pfft.¡± Roland nearly spat in the owner¡¯s face. ¡°Ahem¡­ what?¡± ¡°Come on, go to watch TV by yourself. She¡¯s the most famous person in this area, and it¡¯s because of her that we can continue to live here.¡± ¡°Why?¡± The owner pointed somewhere behind Roland and said, ¡°look there.¡± He turned around and noticed something he had missed when he had come here. On the wall opposite to this restaurant, there was a big word saying ¡°Removal¡±. ¡°House removal?¡± ¡°Yes, some development company has long wanted to pull down the whole Tongzi Street to build a new skyscraper here. That company said that this block was too old and unsightly for a downtown zone. Bullshit, it¡¯s clearly a cultural relic building!¡± The owner sighed while searching his bag for Roland¡¯s change. ¡°Those guys want to relocate us all to the suburbs. If Garcia didn¡¯t expose their plot on TV and gain wide support for us, the developer would start to drive us away at this moment.¡± Roland¡¯s mouth twisted. ¡°That¡¯s really¡­ an outrage.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why all of us support Miss Garcia.¡± The owner smiled and tamped the change into his hand. ¡°Since you¡¯re now a member of the Tongzi Street, you¡¯ll become her fan soon!¡± ¡­ Roland understood that the Dream World might use some incredible methods to piece together irrelevant memory fragments, but what had happened just now was too bizarre to believe. What¡¯s a martial fighter? Some new Olympic event? And demolition of Apartment of Souls? No kidding! All the doors connected to the memory fragments are here in the building, and so is the creator of this world! And I have to thank my elder sister for making it possible for me to live here? With complicated feelings, he returned to his No. 0825 apartment, and Zero happened to get out of her bedroom with sleepy eyes. Her hair was in a mess and her dress was wrinkled. One side of the dress¡¯s neckline dropped down, revealing half of her shoulder. She said, ¡°uncle, you get up? I¡¯ll go to make breakfast right now.¡± ¡°No, I¡¯ve had breakfast and I bring you something to eat.¡± He put the omelet, steamed pork dumplings and milk he bought on the table and then turned on the television. With a puzzled expression on her face, she sat by the table and asked, ¡°why do you get up so early recently?¡± ¡°I told you that I got a job, so I can¡¯t sleep late in the morning anymore. You parents remitted your living expenses to me, and my company paid me my first month¡¯s salary. We don¡¯t have to worry about money for now.¡± ¡°Use your money wisely. Who knows how long will it last. Besides, we haven¡¯t finished the food stored in the refrigerator yet.¡± Having said that, Zero still quickly devoured her breakfast. Roland asked her, ¡°by the way, do you know Garcia?¡± She twitched her mouth and said, ¡°of course, sister Garcia is such a talent. She joined Martialist Association at the age of 20, and I heard that she held an unbeaten record in the preliminaries. All my classmates regard her as an idol, but I think it¡¯s boring to watch this kind of fighting matches on the stage. ¡± Though he was a little bothered by the fact that he was called uncle while Garcia was called sister, he still put this aside and focused on what he wanted to investigate. Based on what the little girl had said just now, the martial fighters in this world even formed their own organization. He asked, ¡°are there¡­ many martial fighters?¡± ¡°There are only a few.¡± Zero darted a look of disapproval at him. ¡°Uncle, please stop thinking about it. Not everyone has such a talent. Only those awakening with Force of Nature will get the chance to become martial fighters, and awakening is just the basic requirement. Without determination and perseverance, even an awakened talent will become a puppet of some great power and bring troubles to the people. ¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ how do you know so much about them?¡± ¡°Our teacher told us. He also said that as compared to imagining ourselves becoming martial fighters, we¡¯d better do more exercises and try to become useful people for the community.¡± She went to the bathroom to get washed and then walked to the door carrying her schoolbag. ¡°I¡¯ve got a full day today, bye.¡± When Zero left, Roland opened his hand, feeling the strange power in it. Is this Force of Nature? His interest in the Dream World increased dramatically. The ¡°puppet of great power¡± somehow reminded him of a magic power bite. He wondered how this world integrated all the devoured memories and what the rules behind it were. He had planned to go to the library of the school. However, now he had a new idea. Chapter 660 Chapter 660: Manifestation of Power Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland spent the whole day searching every TV channel. He watched several martial arts fighting programs. Different from the traditional fighting matches, this kind of competition was held in an arena as large as half of a football field. With no judge in the arena, the fighting was extremely intense. It was not a rare thing to see the fighters break the floor in the heat of a match, and loud sounds like muffled thunders could be heard when the fighters exchanged blows, which were like special effects added to this match. In terms of competitiveness and charm, it was indeed better than boxing and freestyle fighting. All the martial fighters fought in a literal sense, with no rounds being counted for them and no half-time intervals interrupting the competition. No wonder the audience would get so excited watching this kind of fighting. Roland could not help but knit his eyebrows whenever he saw a martial fighter spit out blood or get massively injured, thinking, ¡°these martial fighters really go too far. Aren¡¯t they worried that they¡¯ll die before they get the chance to spend their competition bonuses?¡± Those matches aside, what he was most interested in was still the martial fighters themselves. They obviously had much greater physical strength than the common people, and the Force of Nature seemed to give them some special abilities other than just improving their power or speed. Each of such abilities would be given a special title which would be promoted as the martial fighter¡¯s nickname. For example, in the show Roland was watching, there was a man named Hurricane. His nickname was Mighty Storm, as he could punch numerous times at a super high speed in a second. Roland was surprised by this propaganda method which would clearly show the trump card of a fighter to his or her opponent before the match began. He was even more surprised when he saw a demon in this fighting match. It was a typical Mad Demon which was tall and had big arms. As it wore no mask nor iron gloves, all the audience could see its fangs and three-fingered hands, which were obviously not human features. However, no one seemed to be scared and the commentator referred to him as a foreign martialist. Roland was amazed by this weird and powerful Dream World again. To rationalize the existence of the demon devoured by Zero, this world even made it a racial minority. Roland could not help but wonder what would the hybrid demonic beast become in this world, and then quickly thought of Lifts-her-tail who was full of vigor. When he heard his own stomach growling, he suddenly noticed that the sun was setting. He could not help frowning. Zero usually came back long before this hour. He had read her diary and knew her school was located at Zhongshan Road. It was only three kilometers from this apartment building. If she took a bus, she could get home in 10 minutes. Her cram school was over at 5:30 pm, but now it was 6:15 already. He got a little worried, ¡°anything happened in her school?¡± After a thought, he decided to get out to buy something to eat first. He thought she might be hanging out with her friends right now. As in a summer day, it was not going to get dark until 8:00 pm, she probably went to a park or some game room to play with her friends. Given that, even if he came to her school right now, he would probably not meet her there. As her landlord not her nanny, he did not want to be nosy. She¡¯s just a little girl. No matter how hardworking she usually is, sometimes she may also want to relax. So I¡¯ll cook¡­ no, I¡¯ll buy today¡¯s dinner for us. Right at this moment, the image on the TV flickered and the martial fighting broadcasting was changed into The News Studio. ¡°Good evening, viewers. Now, we interrupt our programs for a newsflash.¡± Holding a stack of papers in hand and with a worried look on face, the host said, ¡°a No. 29 bus was hijacked at Zhongshan Road. The hijacker had a knife. Now traffic police have sealed the road. We warn all the city residents living in that area to avoid going out for now. We¡¯ll broadcast follow-up reports on the most recent progress of the case.¡± After that, it was swiftly switched to the crime scene on the TV. Roland saw a big crowd gathered outside the police cordon, who showed no inclination to leave. Wait, isn¡¯t this Zero¡¯s regular route? At this thought, his heart sank in a sudden. Is she abducted? That was not good news to him. He was worried what would happen after the death of a key figure of the Dream World like Zero. Based on his other dream experiences, when subconscious failed to rationalize a thing, it would stop working. To avoid causing such a touble to the subconscious, he was even reluctant to delve into Zero¡¯s family background. He was afraid that when the subconscious stopped working, he would wake up and forget everything happened in the dream. He did not want to finish this dream before he dug out all the information in his deep memory. More importantly, he would be able to know more about the real world if all the residents of the Apartment of Souls had doors connected to their memory fragments as he guessed. It was also possible that Zero¡¯s death would not change the Dream World, but he did not want to take this risk. Now that he had this strange power surging inside his body, he decided to go to the crime scene to help. After he left the Tongzi Street, he ran all the way through the busy roads, feeling a warm flow circulating inside his body. Surprisingly, he did not feel tired and could easily control every part of his body while running at a high speed. He dodged all the pedestrians with agility and arrived at the spot in merely eight minutes. He felt this three-mile long-distance running was like a 100m Sprint. Out of his expectation, when he finally squeezed himself into the crowd, he found that the hijacker was already captured. In a flood of tears, he was telling the reporter that he just did this on the spur of the moment. The crowd responded with boos and catcalls and then quickly left. Traffic police began to clean up roadblocks, getting ready to restore the traffic. With his mouth corner twisted, he complained in his heart, ¡°who says that policemen always come after the problem is solved.¡± Besides, he did not see Zero in the hijacked bus. He sighed inwardly, ¡°it looks like I¡¯ve run all this way for nothing.¡± When he was about to leave, he heard a vague call for help coming out of a narrow lane on the side of the road. He was startled and looked into the lane. At this moment, the sun did not completely fall behind the mountains, but the lofty buildings on both sides of the lane blocked all the light. It was dark inside. He saw nothing in it. Was that an illusion? After several minutes, when he slowly walked past the entrance of the lane, he heard the weak voice again. There must be someone inside! I should ask the police for help. He turned around, only to find that all the policemen had got into their cars with the hijacker and were driving away. It was too late to stop them now. Should I pretend that I¡¯ve heard nothing? However, he clearly felt something inside the lane was attracting him. The moment he had got near to the entrance of the lane, the warm flow in the body had started to surge. It felt like an uproar or an excitement, which urged him to get in. He stepped into the narrow lane. After his eyes quickly adjusted to the very weak light inside, he saw nothing but a man who stood with his back toward him. ¡°Are you calling for help?¡± Roland asked, frowning. The man did not answer or turn around. Instead, he rotated his head 180 degrees to look at Roland. Seeing this movement, he sucked in a breath of cold air. He was even more shocked seeing the man¡¯s face. With black skin and lots of blisters, it seemed as if it were burnt. A dark red cyclone shining in the dim light was twirling on his forehead. Chapter 661 Chapter 661: The Star Cyclone Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Is this¡­ magic power?¡± The twirling cyclone on the man¡¯s forehead immediately reminded Roland of Nightingale¡¯s description about the form of magic power, but seeing it now for himself, he thought it was more like a galaxy. Several spiral arms were revolving around the nexus, the brightest point which was located in the center. Despite that it was only about a palm size, when he carefully looked at it, he could notice numerous details and felt some surging power in it. ¡°Are you a martial fighter?¡± The man suddenly opened his mouth to ask in a hoarse voice. ¡°No, I¡¯m not.¡± Roland was fully alerted. ¡°Yeah, I guess so.¡± The burnt-face man turned his body toward Roland without moving his head at all. ¡°You taste sweeter.¡± Roland looked for weakness in the man¡¯s body while saying, ¡°if you were a girl, I might be a bit interested in hearing these words. Are you a man bit by the magic power¡­ no, Force of Nature?¡± ¡°Force of Nature?¡± The burnt-face man snorted contemptuously. ¡°They¡¯ve no idea where this power came from and knew nothing about its essence.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk as if you know everything.¡± Roland retorted. thinking, ¡°come on, this is my dream!¡± The man opened his mouth which was full of bleeding blisters to say, ¡°I can¡¯t tell, but I can feel it. It doesn¡¯t belong to this world. It¡¯s a gift from the deities. I thought the hijacker could attract at least one or two martial fighters to come here, but he surrendered too fast. Fortunately, my efforts finally paid off, as you came here¡­¡± ¡°Crack!¡± Roland struck first to gain the initiative before the burnt-face man finished his sentence. This was a trick he had learned from his fighting experience in childhood. He could tell from the way the man acted and talked that he was a dangerous guy. Given that, it was not a wise choice to act after he finished talking. He straightly punched the man on his forehead, as fast as a flash of lightning. As he found his strength had increased sharply, he did not punch with all his power. However, he still clearly felt the man¡¯s bones cracking under his fist. His strike sent the burnt-face man up into the air. Meanwhile, the warm flow inside his body began to surge, dancing with joy for such a good start. The man landed and rolled on the ground until hitting a wall. When he staggered to his feet, Roland came up to launch another attack without any hesitation. He believed his own judgement, as this was his Dream World. Moreover, his opponent was obviously not a human being. When his face bones were broken, he seemed to feel no pain and did not beg for mercy at all. No human being suffering such a sharp pain could react this way. Roland felt that his mind was clearer than ever before. The violent warm flow filled his body, but did not make him woozy. He knew that at this moment, he should beat up the underdog, which was another trick he learned from his childhood fighting. This time, he hit the man with all his strength. He punched with no skills as if he was hitting a sandbag, keeping the burnt-face man constantly moving to defend. Apparently, the man did not expect this at all and started flailing as Roland¡¯s blows were raining down upon him. Roland soon started to feel that hitting the man was like hitting tofu, as his muscles were torn loose after his arms, sternum and ribs broke. If he were a normal man, he would be dead at this moment. Roland scolded while giving the man a good thrashing, ¡°You asshole! Turn your head 180 degrees. You thought you were making a horror movie?¡± He was very upset by the fact that as the creator of this world, he had been scared by the burnt-face man when he had seen him in this alley. ¡°This¡­ is¡­ impossible¡­ Why¡­ I can¡¯t use it¡­¡± The man¡¯s voice changed completely and soon Roland could hardly hear anything he was saying. ¡°Use what?¡± Roland noticed that the cyclone on the man¡¯s forehead was twirling slower. He tried to reach out his hand to touch it and found that it became somewhat tangible. ¡°You mean this cyclone of magic power?¡± ¡°No, don¡¯t touch it¡­¡± Roland knew that he must do what his enemy did not want him to do. He held his head down and grabbed the cyclone. When the warm flow in his body began to boil, he tore it down. Suddenly, the burnt-face man quieted down and collapsed to the ground, paralyzed and lifeless. The cyclone turned from dark red to a bright color when it fell into Roland¡¯s palm. Now it was white in the center and blue on the outside, more resembling a galaxy. It began to twirl again and quickly left his palm, turning in to a beam of dazzling light. It shot up into the sky, leaving a trail like a silver wire and disappeared after several seconds. Meanwhile, the warm flow inside his body calmed down, giving him great satisfaction. He felt good from head to toe. He had completely lost his mind. He thought that this world might be more complicated than he imagined. Looking at the dead burnt-face man on the ground, his mouth corner twisted and then he turned away heading for the exit of the alley. It was dark when he returned to the towering tube-shaped apartment building. A swarm of flying insects attracted by the light in it were buzzing noisily in the corridor. He fumbled to take out his key and inserted it into keyhole. Before he turned the key to open the door, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps behind it. Zero opened the door with a frown, but he still saw some worry in her eyes. ¡°Where have you been?¡± ¡°Where have you been?¡± They asked simultaneously. ¡°The cram school added classes today. We¡¯ll get a day off tomorrow as some teachers will come to check.¡± ¡°I had gone to look for you.¡± ¡°Look for me?¡± the little girl asked doubtingly. ¡°Yeah, you didn¡¯t come back on time.¡± Roland laughed while rubbing her head and then walked into the apartment. Three dishes and some soup were already placed on the table, but all the bowls and chopsticks remained neat and clean. Obviously, Zero had been waiting for him to come back. That was why she had run to the door as soon as she had heard the sound at the door. Roland sat at the table and said, ¡°Let¡¯s have dinner. I¡¯m starving.¡± Zero stared at him, asking, ¡°Were you worried that I was cheated by some stranger? I¡¯m not a kid anymore. Next time, you can just wait for me at home.¡± Roland could not help but roll his eyes at this, thinking, ¡°Nowadays, junior high school students are so mature? I remember myself at this age, I was terribly naughty. When I still had some allowance, I would go to the game hall and when I didn¡¯t, I would go into the mountains to catch chafers. I would never come home until it was dark. How come this little girl behaves so well?¡± He somehow felt a little embarrassed for himself at this thought. ¡°Oh, you¡¯ve got a day off tomorrow?¡± ¡°Uhm, what?¡± Zero still seemed a bit annoyed but looked relaxed. Roland said while eating, ¡°Come to the library with me, I¡¯ll buy something for you on the way.¡± ¡°Buy¡­ What?¡± ¡°Well, I bought you some clothes last time, so this time, let¡¯s buy some dresses, shoes and pajamas¡­ you have to get something new to replace what you are wearing now.¡± He smiled. ¡°I¡¯ll buy you a cellphone. We need to stay in touch in case something like this happens again.¡± Chapter 662 Chapter 662: The Defensive Line Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Having stayed in the Dream World for two days, Roland saw the grey slated roof of his castle again. He stretched out his hands, repeatedly bending and stretching his fingers. Except for the strange heat current, he had the same feeling as he had in the Dream World. Luckily, he could take advantage of falling down to get rid of the Dream World, otherwise he could not even tell the difference between reality and fantasy. ¡± Could the brain simulate such a realistic world?¡± Roland could not help feeling confused about that. Especially the cluster of stars which was particularly like the Magic Cyclone. Even though he had never seen the real look of magic power, if the Force of Nature was shaped based on the magic power, everything in the Dream World should be fuzzy. Plus the eccentric burnt-face man and the heat current that resonated with the cluster of stars¡­ He suddenly was not sure about his previous presumptions. He felt like his small brain could not contain such a complex and huge Dream World. But if the Dream World did not exist in his subconsciousness, where was it? After thinking hard for a long while, Roland could not find a satisfactory answer. He shook his head and made up his mind to temporarily put these things aside. Since he could not figure it out, he thought that he should focus on the more important things. After he took Zero to the library, he learned a lot of useful design knowledge. Even if he just looked through a book, he could precisely reproduce its content. One of the books also covered the proportioning and property of some alloys, which could greatly save the test time for Anna and Lucia. Under such circumstances, it would be less difficult to create the third-generation machine tools used to forge higher precision parts. Of course, he had to personally instruct the first operational workers. People in different domains in Graycastle were continuously gathering together in the western region. Some people who had settled down here passed the universal education test and got jobs. Upon thinking of this, Roland felt extremely heartened. This was a gradual process, but he had paved the way. When Graycastle was unified next year, Neverwinter might have an opportunity to be on the threshold of the industrialization age. Once they entered the industrialization age, the domain would certainly undergo a tremendous change. In the afternoon, Karl Van Bate, Minister of Construction, brought the news that Route 67 had been accomplished in less time than that of the Kingdom Main Street. Apart from a shorter distance, the workers had become more proficient in construction. As they promised before, the batch of workers who had been developed by the Ministry of Construction had been affiliated with the border area. ¡°Your Majesty, if you don¡¯t have any other road-building plans, I¡¯m planning to send them all to construct residential quarters.¡± Karl said, ¡°Though there will be extra salary expenditure, Neverwinter is in urgent need of residential quarters.¡± Roland also knew this condition. There were altogether about 5,000 people in the construction team, half of whom were busy building new residential communities in order to accommodate the large population which had been persuaded by City Hall to come to Neverwinter from the other cities. Over just one year, the town had been enlarged at least over three times, which did not include the new farming land to the south of Redwater River. ¡°The road-building can wait.¡± He spread out the map of Border Area and pointed to North Slope Mountain, saying, ¡°I¡¯m planning to build a railway directly connecting the mine and the pier so as to load the coal which comes from the west.¡± ¡°There is already a road¡­¡± Karl suddenly stopped and continued to say, ¡°Are you saying a railway?¡± ¡°Yes, a railway or railway track.¡± Roland nodded and said, ¡°It¡¯s similar to the orbital transportation system of the mine, but it¡¯s made up of steel.¡± ¡°I see,¡± after a while of thinking, Karl said, ¡°but a railway doesn¡¯t need many workers, either.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t indeed need many workers to construct a narrowly hardened pavement.¡± Roland smiled but did not point it out. Honestly speaking, he knew that Karl did not understand what he had said at all. In the mine, the coal depended on simple ropes, steam engines and horses to carry the loads outside. But that was not what he thought and it was for more than carrying coal. What he wanted was trains. Since its invention, the train had caused tremendous changes for land transport. And this short-distance railway was an attempt. It was not difficult to understand the principles of steamed trains, but a railway system was gigantic and complex. Even if Roland did not know how many years it took to test and improve before the train and its supporting facilities were put into practice, he thought that it must be a long process. ¡°Luckily, I can find the knowledge in the Dream World.¡± He had been so obsessed with the gigantic trains which stood for industrialization. No matter how heavily they were loaded, the trains steadily travelled through forests and mountains as they puffed white gas. Black connecting rods drive many wheels to rotate, giving out a rhythmical clang and shortening the vast land to an acceptable distance. Afterwards, no matter what changes had taken place in the driving force, the nature of trains has never changed. Apart from the hardware facilities, a train also needed driving by a batch of railway workers who should be responsible for their own duties. So it was much more complex than simple steam engines and machine tools. According to Roland¡¯s plan, the railway connecting with the North Slope Mountain and the pier was not only a technological test but a training base for developing the first-generation of railway workers. ¡°Send 200 people to pave the roadbed towards Misty Forest to the outside of the second city wall.¡± Roland decided. Karl was anxious, ¡°Your Majesty, but the railway will be exposed to the attack of demonic beasts.¡± Roland carelessly explained to him, ¡°they have no interest in steel. The railway won¡¯t be finished before the Months of Demons. Besides, we won¡¯t hide behind the short mud wall next year. Don¡¯t you feel that the border area is becoming more and more crowded?¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Roland pointed to the vast area to the northwest of the Impassable Mountain Range and explained to him, ¡°we should expand the border area to the Barbarian Land where the resources are no less than Graycastle. A thin mud wall is far from enough to defend against the demons.¡± If the Battle of Divine Will broke out and the demons build the third Obelisk in Tuqaila, the outpost would approach the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range. Hence, it was doomed to fail if they just set defensive lines in the breaches of the western region. If the Witch Cooperation Association could follow a mountain path to the Barbarian Land before, so would the demons to enter Graycastle. Even though the demons gave up the mountain path, his troops would struggle to deal with a group of flying Devilbeasts who flew through mountains to harass them each day. ¡°Only if the Impassable Mountain Range became the city wall, would Graycastle be safe.¡± If the Longsong Cannon were set up on each of the mountain tops, the area covered within the shooting range would be his new town. There were no rivers in this area connecting to the inner land. If resources such as coal needed quickly transporting to the Barbarian Land, they could only rely on a railway. ¡°The defense plan of the future is a big project but I believe that you can do it.¡± It sounded fascinating for any mason to bring the Impassable Mountain Range into the territory of Graycastle. If a mason could build such a city, he would certainly be remembered by history. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Karl said with an excited look. Chapter 663 Chapter 663: The Spectacle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°In addition, I intend to build a landmark in the city of Neverwinter,¡± Roland continued to say. ¡°Landmark?¡± Karl quickly composed himself after the excitement. ¡°Do you mean an eye-catching architecture such as a monument or a clock tower?¡± ¡°You could also call it a spectacle.¡± Karl was without a doubt a top figure in the Mason Guild of the king¡¯s city, judging by his quick response to such a new terminology. Roland nodded at first, then shook his head and said, ¡°But I¡¯m not going to build any useless landmark.¡± After the battle with the church, the First Army suffered serious losses. Although Iron Ax reported that the army¡¯s morale was still high, the casualties caused huge grief to the families. In order to strengthen the confidence of the subjects, especially those who came from out-of-town, he came up with this amazing idea of the spectacle. Some spectacles in history were built entirely to satisfy the lust of the rulers without having any benefit to the builders. Even if this could highlight the power of the state, Roland would not build such a white elephant. ¡°I plan to build a residential building on the south bank of Redwater River, behind the industrial park.¡± Karl did not reply as he must have realized that this was no ordinary building. Roland was very satisfied with Karl¡¯s calmness. ¡°It¡¯ll have about 15 floors, with a height of three and a half meters per floor and an overall building height of more than 50 meters. In other words, it¡¯s close to the height of the four old city walls of the king¡¯s city¡ªwas that the biggest project you¡¯ve ever been involved in?¡± Karl gasped. ¡°Your Majesty, this would be the Tower of Babel!¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t consider it the Tower of Babel. It¡¯s just an ordinary high-rise building.¡± Roland said laughingly, ¡°It just happens to be suitable as a landmark in this era.¡± The 15-floor height meant that it would tower over the castle. It would be visible as soon as one entered the city of Neverwinter. It would not only symbolize the power of Neverwinter but also make up for the shortage of housing now. After all, high-rise residential buildings had a higher plot ratio than cottages. This explained why more and more skyscrapers were built in the future. ¡°Could residential buildings really be built so high?¡± Karl seemed a bit skeptical. ¡°This is still far from the limitations of concrete.¡± Roland thought for a moment and said, ¡°I¡¯ll personally guide you through it.¡± Although a change of profession often meant a different field of knowledge, mechanics and structural principles were still interchangeable. Before coming up with this idea, he already considered many factors: the height might seem alarming, but in fact, it was not. For example, the Pyramid of Khufu which was constructed in 2,000 BC possessed a height of over 140 meters and relied only on the pilling up of stones. China also had wooden pagodas with a height of more than 130 meters¡ªas long as the foundation was sturdy enough, the height would not be an issue. Provided stability would not be affected, future generations minimized the volume of the pillars and walls to reduce the cost of materials. Neverwinter already had a surplus of cement production, hence using it to build a concrete building was a good choice. It would also be advisable to use a multi-podium and towering building design for the structure. Although that would mean occupying more land, it would also greatly enhance the structural stability and reduce the difficulty of construction. More columns could be added if stability was an issue. Reinforced steel bars could also help with its quality. As long as the foundation was solid, it would be almost uncollapsible. The last issue was the casting of the concrete¡ªRoland had already considered it and decided that Maggie and Hummingbird would rise into the sky, while Hummingbird would carry iron cans and pour concrete from the air. This would almost be as efficient as using the pump. Karl already had experience from building the Witch Building which had the same concrete structure, and this time it was just on a slightly larger scale. The bamboo tendons and the steel wires would also be replaced by reinforced steel. He was highly confident about this project since he also had the Witch Union as technical support. *************** ¡°Time¡¯s up. Everyone, please put your pens down.¡± Scroll knocked on the table. ¡°Phew¡­¡± Evelyn let out a deep breath. This meant that the second semester at Border Town¡­ no, the city of Neverwinter, had finally ended. She ultimately managed to catch up with everyone else this year and participate in the final exam. She kept her charcoal pen and looked around¡ªAnna was still nowhere to be found. According to Wendy, Anna had already reached a mysterious realm. Ordinary people who read her books would only feel dizzy and fall into a deep sleep as if they had depleted all their magic powers. Candle was also looking at her. When their eyes met, Candle even gave a thumbs up, to signify that she did well at the exam. Nightingale, who was sitting at the back, still looked dejected. Since the reading and writing tests were scrapped, her scores fell drastically, which made Evelyn quite puzzled. As far as she knew, Nightingale came from a noble background and received her education much earlier than other people. She should have an easier time when it came to learning. Perhaps Nightingale¡¯s ability was too important, hence she was kept busy all day handling tasks for His Majesty, and this, in turn, affected her studies. After all, Nightingale even fought alongside Lady Ashes as a combat witch. In Sleeping Island, she would be someone that Evelyn could only admire from a distance. The others seemed both happy and sad. For example, Agatha, Lucia and Lily from the first tier always obtained high marks easily. Learning seemed to come naturally to them. Especially, Miss Agatha was already getting closer to Anna and Tilly. She was also a combat witch, thus making Evelyn extremely envious. For the remaining few, one could guess from the expression on their faces that Honey, Hummingbird and Echo would come last if there were no mishaps. Of course, this did not include the new members of the alliance, Paper and Summer¡ªthey were still not up to speed, and at the moment they were taught by Teacher Scroll alone. But Evelyn was most excited about Maggie¡ªlooking at the guileless little girl, she could not help but want to laugh out aloud. There are no multiple choice questions in the test! Since the previous final exam results, Evelyn remained heartbroken. She thought she was already very close to her goal and did not expect to lose by one point to Maggie. She even looked for Scroll to check if the results were wrong. In the end, she discovered that Maggie did very well for the multiple choice questions, which proved she failed miserably. In the coming year, Evelyn spent most of her time on learning. She was able to display her ability quite quickly. She only needed to go the winery two or three times per week, and it took her less than 10 minutes before she could cast all her magic power. Even when the bar was open later on, it still did not affect her performance. She never once had a match with the poker trio. When she had spare time while working at the bar, she would always flip open her exercise book to consolidate what she had learned that night. She did not let even her favorite perfume collection affect her learning. Evelyn would go shopping with Candle at Convenience Market only when the new flavor of perfume started selling on the shelves. She did all this in order to achieve the goal she set for herself. And this time, she was confident about winning! Chapter 664 Chapter 664: The Mystery Moon Detective Squad Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Three days later, Evelyn got her grades for the final exam. She scored an amazing 113 points out of 150. This was a very high score, judging from her usual standards. Since Scroll accompanied His Majesty Roland to the Longsong Area for inspection work, Sister Wendy was the one who told her about the results. She even patted Evelyn on her shoulder and said encouragingly, ¡°Good work. Her Highness Tilly would be very happy when she gets to know about this. Keep up the great work.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll continue to work hard!¡± Evelyn nodded firmly and turned round to look for Candle. ¡°How many points did you get?¡± ¡°91 points, which is still a pass,¡± Candle answered, ¡°Looking at your happy expression, you must have done very well on the test.¡± ¡°Um!¡± Evelyn blurted. ¡°113!¡± ¡°Really? This score is probably close to Lucia¡¯s!¡± Candle said excitedly, ¡°Would you like me to find out?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think so. They must have done better.¡± Evelyn waved her hand. ¡°I only want to know Maggie¡¯s result.¡± ¡°Perhaps my next goal could be replaced by Lily or Lucia,¡± she thought. She was aware her ability was indeed very bad, but she was born like that which was unchangeable. Learning, however, was something that could improve with efforts. Even ordinary people could excel in learning, and hence she did not want to lose to anyone. She also wanted to be a learned and talented person like His Majesty Roland. After class, Evelyn found Maggie, but Maggie¡¯s reply was unbelievable. ¡°Cuckoo¡ªI scored 117!¡± How could this be possible? She stood there motionlessly for a long time, feeling incredulous even after Maggie left. ¡°How could this be? Scroll must have made a mistake in her results.¡± For a moment, Evelyn thought she heard her own voice. She blinked, only to realize that the one who had spoken was Mystery Moon. She happened to hear the conversation and had a similar puzzled look on her face. ¡°What¡¯s so strange about that?¡± Lily stared at Mystery Moon. ¡°Don¡¯t doubt the ability of others, just because you fared poorly.¡± ¡°But I was sitting right in front of her.¡± Mystery Moon tried to justify herself. ¡°When I collected the test, I saw that she drew honey jerky all over the blank paper.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Lily frowned. ¡°I swear on my electromagnetic force!¡± ¡°Hah¡­ that¡¯s not in the least bit convincing at all.¡± Lily shrugged and prepared to leave, but was pulled back by Mystery Moon. ¡°Wait a minute, what I said was all true! Maybe we should investigate.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not interested.¡± Lily snarled. ¡°If you have any doubts, you can check with Scroll when she comes back.¡± ¡°That would defeat the whole purpose of exploring, ah,¡± said Mystery Moon with an expression of mischief. ¡°Evelyn, let¡¯s help you to find out the truth!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t count me in!¡± ¡°What happened?¡± Candle called out. Evelyn hesitated and then revealed her confused thoughts. ¡°Hmm¡­ what would you do if you wanted to investigate?¡± Candle touched Evelyn¡¯s head and said, ¡°It takes a few days for Teacher Scroll to return, right?¡± ¡°Now that both His Majesty and Nightingale are away, don¡¯t think that I¡¯ll allow you to sneak into the office.¡± Lily glared at Mystery Moon. ¡°Don¡¯t think I¡¯m unaware of what you plan to do.¡± ¡°Steal the tests? I¡¯m not that stupid.¡± Mystery Moon shook her fingers. ¡°I just want to find out where Scroll marks the tests.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Candle¡¯s eyes lit up. ¡°We just need to call Summer.¡± She smirked. Evelyn instantly understood Mystery Moon¡¯s plan. Summer could replay the illusion where Scroll was scoring the test for Maggie, and the mystery would be solved. ¡°But¡­ Teacher Scroll usually does so at City Hall. Won¡¯t it be inappropriate for us to be there?¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong with that? In the city of Neverwinter, everyone can easily access City Hall, so there¡¯s no reason why we can¡¯t go.¡± Mystery Moon shouted. ¡°It¡¯s not His Majesty¡¯s office, so I think some people should stop worrying unnecessarily.¡± ¡°I have to remind you,¡± said Lily, ¡°Most people only have access to the lobby of City Hall. The office of the Ministry of Education is on the second floor. Do you think those officials will let us enter?¡± ¡°Well, this¡­¡± Mystery Moon was at a loss for words. ¡°In that case, let¡¯s forget about it,¡± Evelyn said. She did not want to bother the others. ¡°I¡¯ll wait for a few more days.¡± ¡°No, I have a way around it.¡± Candle pondered as she touched her chin. ¡­ Candle¡¯s method was very simple, which was to involve Nana. According to her plan, since Summer would already be involved, it would not matter if they called another person as well. And as it turned out, this method did work. Evelyn was amazed by Nana Pine¡¯s popularity. As soon as Nana entered City Hall the next day, she was greeted warmly and stopped by no one. This was probably due to the popular image of the little angel, or the fact that her father was a well-known noble in the Border Area who had been personally praised by His Majesty. Anyway, she entered the office of the Ministry of Education effortlessly. There was no one in the room. Few teachers would come here unless there was a meeting. ¡°We¡¯re in!¡± Mystery Moon said excitedly, ¡°Let¡¯s start backtracking!¡± ¡°Are you sure¡­ this is alright?¡± Summer was a little hesitant. ¡°Only officials are allowed to be here.¡± ¡°Officials are no different from us. Hummingbird is even the vice minister of the Ministry of Construction,¡± Mystery Moon patted her chest and said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, as long as we don¡¯t say anything, Scroll would certainly not mind that we visited her office.¡± ¡°If I find out that you¡¯re lying, I promise I¡¯ll tell Scroll,¡± Lily said coldly. ¡°I thought you said you weren¡¯t coming?¡± ¡°Hmm¡­ I, I¡¯m here to supervise you and prevent you from making a big mistake, got it?¡± Looking at the both of them arguing, Evelyn suddenly felt that her decision might be a mistake. Finally, Candle managed to persuade Summer. When the illusion appeared in the office, everyone held their breath. It was pretty clear that the exact time when Scroll marked the papers had to be the day after the exam and before she left for Longsong Stronghold. Summer quickly found the exact scene with a quick flashback. Everyone quickly squeezed behind ¡°Scroll¡±. As long as the time had not lapsed for too long, Summer would be able to maintain the illusion for 30 minutes. Soon after, Evelyn saw Maggie¡¯s paper. ¡°Look, I wasn¡¯t lying!¡± Mystery Moon shouted. ¡°¡­¡± Lily could not help but frown. There was indeed a large amount of blank space on the paper. Other than the easier fill-in-the-blank questions plus the question-and-answer type of questions in front, almost no words were included in the calculation section. Some of the items even had drawings of roasted meat underneath them. Even ¡°Scroll¡± was shaking her head unwittingly. It was very clear that this test could not have attained a score of 117. ¡°Could it be possible that Maggie was lying?¡± Evelyn thought. Chapter 665 Chapter 665: Chaos Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Scroll¡± quickly scanned through the entire examination paper, then wrote down at the front of the paper the total score of the three subjects: 17. The result was missing an entire 100 points. ¡°Well¡­ so the problem lay with Maggie?¡± Nana tilted her head. ¡°So, that¡¯s the result?¡± Mystery Moon was greatly disappointed. ¡°So it wasn¡¯t Scroll who purposely gave a high score to Maggie in exchange for honey grilled meat¡ªoh!¡± Lily slapped the back of Mystery Moon¡¯s head, ¡°Shut up!¡± ¡°Should we continue to watch?¡± Summer asked timidly. ¡°We should leave as soon as possible so that we won¡¯t get ourselves found out.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s wait for a second,¡± said Candle. ¡°Perhaps something went wrong when it was copied.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need. I already know the result so it¡¯s fine¡­¡± Evelyn shook her head. If it were the original method of writing, it would indeed be possible to confuse the figures in a compact arrangement. However, in the universal education popularized by His Majesty Roland, the figures were replaced by simple, easy-to-remember single strokes, so the chances of committing mistakes were very slim. ¡°I think it was Maggie who flew in from the window, making the jerky¡ªstop!¡± Mystery Moon covered her head, ¡°Don¡¯t do it. I will stop talking.¡± They saw ¡°Scroll¡± check all the papers and begin to copy the scores onto a form. Maggie¡¯s column still reflected a score of 17 points. ¡°The problem really didn¡¯t lie with Teacher Scroll,¡± said Candle relievedly. ¡°Can we go now?¡± Summer said anxiously. Evelyn was about to reply, but ¡°Scroll¡± suddenly stood up and looked toward the doorway. Six people immediately followed her gaze, then they noticed that the door was opened and a town hall apprentice appeared in the doorway. ¡°What are they talking about?¡± asked Mystery Moon. There was no sound in the illusion, so they could only judge the conversation between the two by lip reading. ¡°It appeared to be Lord Scroll¡­ His Excellency Barov¡­ is sending for you?¡± Then ¡°Scroll¡± nodded, and followed the apprentice out of the office. The moment the door closed, perhaps because of the air current, a cold wind suddenly picked up within the room. All the papers were blown and scattered messily all over the floor. ¡°Ah¡­ the window,¡± Lily mumbled. Evelyn saw it too¡ªthe window that was previously closed was now open with a small gap. Scroll did not shut the window tight, and hence the open door generated an air current that forced the window to open. The autumn wind outdoors caused the window to swing back and forth, and open wider and wider. It was not long before a strong wind severely smashed it back to the window frame. Although the sound could not be heard, one could imagine the strong impact from the glass tremor. Something unexpected happened. An air current swept through the office again and caused the pen holder to fall on the desktop. The quill that was in the ink bottle suddenly flew up and landed exactly on that exam sheet. After crossing an arc in mid-air, the tip of the pen dropped on the table, leaving a stroke on Maggie¡¯s column and turning the original 17 into a three-digit 117. Probably someone heard the loud noise coming out of the office, so the door was pushed open again. That apprentice reappeared to have a quick look around, and then came in astonishedly. She went to the window, shut all the windows tight, and then crouched to clean up the office for Scroll. She did not leave until she was satisfied that all the documents had been re-organized and neatly placed on the desk. ¡°Was this what had happened?¡± Evelyn and Candle looked at each other. It was neither Scroll¡¯s error in copying the marks nor Maggie¡¯s intention to lie but an accident caused by the unexpected wind? Evelyn was then able to guess what happened next. Scroll received the order of His Majesty to make a trip to Longsong, so she passed the score sheet to Wendy. Wendy was not the person in charge of marking the exams, and even if she was puzzled by Maggie¡¯s performance, she would not question Scroll¡¯s judgment. ¡°Ha, under the insistence of Mystery Moon, the truth has finally been revealed,¡± Mystery Moon looked up and said, ¡°the culprit was¡­ Teacher Scroll!¡± ¡°It was the wind!¡± Lily gritted her teeth. ¡°But if Scroll had closed the window tightly, the wind would not have been able to blow the tests, nor the quill, right?¡± ¡°How could you say this!¡± ¡°No,¡± Nana said thoughtfully, ¡°in that case, it would have been His Majesty Roland¡¯s fault. He built the City Hall here, and not only did he expand it, he also built two more stories. Without this additional second story, Scroll would not be able to mark the papers here.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ you¡¯re right, so the culprit was¡ªHis Majesty Roland?¡± ¡°Enough, all of you!¡± ¡°Excuse me¡­ can I stop now?¡± Summer seemed like she was about to burst into tears. ¡°Sorry, that¡¯s enough,¡± said Evelyn patting her shoulder. ¡°Thank you, let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°Hey, should we just leave like that? Maybe we can find the next quiz in the office?¡± Mystery Moon stood in front of everyone to stop them. ¡°This was the real reason you wanted to come here!¡± Lily rushed forward, ¡°I will never let you make trouble!¡± ¡°I, I was just kidding!¡± ¡­ The investigation ended in a farce. After bidding farewell to Candle, Evelyn returned to the Witch Building alone. Although the truth had come to light, her mood was not calm at all. Somehow, the flying paper and the falling quill continued to emerge in her mind¡ªboth actions were erratic and yet at the last minute formed ingenious and perfect results. The paper, the pen, the airflow caused by the door, and the time when the apprentice went in and out, all led to this result. Without any one of these conditions, the change of the score could not be achieved. However, these conditions were unconscious and chaotic. In that case, this could also be applied to mixing cocktails. A variety of ingredients are added to the alcohol, but you can¡¯t taste each and every ingredient. They are fused in the liquid and affect each other, creating a new taste that can be accepted by people after numerous attempts. Sometimes, a rare combination that happens by chance could also create those unique tastes. Evelyn could not help but think of the microscopic balls that His Majesty Roland mentioned ¡ªthey continually make disorderly disturbances, each of which seemed irrelevant yet could portray marvelous traits. She closed her eyes and felt that something in her heart was ready to burst out. The world was full of chaos. But the results were hidden in the chaos. As if it were all meant to be. Evelyn forced her eyes open and reached for the cup on the table. Ripples appeared in the cold water, and then the color changed as if a drop of paint fell on them. The water gradually turned into a reddish orange, and a fragrance she had never smelled before drifted into her nose. She hesitated for a moment, then started licking the liquid. An indescribable sweetness suddenly covered her tongue¡ªslightly bitter, with a strong mellow flavor, that was unmatched by any type of drink. It was not only like a mixture of fruit juice and milk but also like a mixture of tea and honey. Evelyn could not accurately describe the flavor, but she was sure of one thing. This was definitely not wine. Chapter 666 Chapter 666: The Good and Bad News Translator: TransN Editor: Meh A week later, Roland returned to the Border Area from Longsong Stronghold. As soon as he entered the castle, he received two pieces of good news. The first was brought by Barov. ¡°Your Majesty, the astrologers of the old king¡¯s city arrived in Neverwinter three days ago. A total of 312 people came including artisans, apprentices, and their families. I¡¯ve arranged nine astrologers to stay in the Foreign Affairs Building, while the others have been temporarily arranged to stay at the reception area. ¡°This group of people is finally here,¡± Roland thought for a moment, and then commanded. ¡°Let¡¯s hold a welcome party in the square this evening. I want the subjects of Neverwinter to know that there¡¯s now another school in the town.¡± As with alchemy, astrology had a high reputation among the general population. Usually, only the king¡¯s city would possess both schools of thought. Now that the Astrology Association was approaching the Western Region, Neverwinter would become more accepted as the new king¡¯s city. However, Roland did not need this school of astrology divination. Instead, he really attached more importance to the astrologer¡¯s computing power. For this era, they were absolutely regarded as the forefront of the mathematicians. Both analyzing the calendars and estimating the orbit of the stars needed a lot of calculations. If they had relevant knowledge of middle and advanced mathematics, they could undoubtedly be better on the previous foundation. He intended to set up a School of Mathematics to allow these people to devote most of their time to calculating, apart from the occasional observation of the Star of Extinction¡ªin this era where there was no computer, many scholars working together to complete some complex operations was the most efficient choice. Whether it was for laying of railways in the future, constructing large ships, installing Longsong Cannon in the mountains or writing shooting manuals, these all required their help. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Barov nodded, and then asked, ¡°I don¡¯t know if your trip to Longsong¡­¡± ¡°I encountered a lot of problems.¡± Roland did not need to conceal anything in front of Barov, the City Hall Director. ¡°The secondary City Hall of Longsong Stronghold has already started to show signs of dereliction of duty and corruption. Scroll has found many fake accounts, and two corrupt men were even arrested from the batch of officials from the Border Area.¡± At this sentence, Barov could not help but swallow his spittle. ¡°Are they my disciples?¡± Roland was amused by the cautious look on Barov¡¯s face. He shook his head reluctantly. ¡°Even if they¡¯re your disciples, I wouldn¡¯t put the blame on you, so you can rest assured.¡± ¡°Your Majesty is wise,¡± Barov said hurriedly, ¡°So are they the original people from the town?¡± ¡°Well, they were the second batch of graduates. After passing the assessment, they entered City Hall and then they were transferred to the Longsong Area with the entire team.¡± Roland sighed. ¡°As of today, it has only been less than a year.¡± At the moment, City Hall had cultivated a group of semi-leaders. One group came from the Longsong area, which followed the exact model of Border Town. Together with the locals Honeysuckle Petrov, Elk Rene and some minor nobility, they were a well-equipped group, just slightly smaller in numbers. The other half was a small batch that went to Fallen Dragon Ridge. In addition to assisting Countess Spear to maintain the political situation, their secondary task was to establish a framework for the secondary City Hall. There were also scholars from the Northern Region that came back with Edith Kant to learn about the management of City Hall. Together with these scholars, Roland could probably make up the other half in a short period of time. He had already allocated these people to the Southernmost Region. It was undoubtedly the local officials who could carry out Roland¡¯s will who were the rarest of talents. Without them as the foundation, even if Roland conquered the entire Kingdom of Graycastle, he would not be able to centralize the kingdom¡¯s resources quickly¡ªlocal governments were an important part of the centralization of authority. He could use the witches to promote science and technology, but he could not create a bunch of grass-roots officials from thin air. The sub-aristocrats would never obey his orders willingly. In the eyes of the feudalists, the only important thing was the small acreage that they occupied. Therefore, every person who had administrative experience was a rare treasure. After losing a few of them, Roland naturally felt depressed. Despite the inevitable corruption of the organization, he thought that they could persevere for more than a decade. He really did not expect to encounter such a problem in less than a year. The fact that the two corrupt people were born civilians also proved in some ways that once they had the power, they might be more likely to lose their way than the noble. ¡°Those who violate the law¡­¡± ¡°All have been dealt with severely.¡± Roland conceded. ¡°To set an example for everyone else.¡± This should help to maintain everything for a few years¡ªNightingale and Scroll¡¯s ability temporarily preserved the integrity of the organization. But he also knew that the situation should be resolved in an alternative method, otherwise, the witches could easily be at risk again. And this time the enemy would come from the internal departments. ¡°Summon every one of City Hall to gather in the castle hall tomorrow. I¡¯ll personally give them a briefing to talk about the importance of discipline and responsibility.¡± Of course, there were also rewards and punishments¡ªthey should know how to choose when faced with the pressures and prospects of the Battle of Divine Will. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Barov bowed. Looking at the old director¡¯s back as he left, Roland was satisfied and had a sip of his tea. He knew the reason for Barov¡¯s loyalty¡ªBarov enjoyed the satisfaction that the power brought whilst chasing power, and also made good use of his power at the same time. Barov was undoubtedly a very suitable person for the new regime. Perhaps in the future of City Hall, only he could contend with Edith. The second good news came from Wendy. ¡°Evelyn¡¯s ability has been evolved?¡± Roland was a little surprised when he heard the news. As far as he could remember, Evelyn¡¯s magic indicators were very balanced and did not seem prominent. He was quite surprised that she actually became the first witch on Sleeping Island to evolve. ¡°Yes¡­ Agatha has confirmed this, but¡­¡± Wendy bitterly smiled. ¡°The evolved ability is so weird that I don¡¯t know how to describe it.¡± ¡°Take her to my office,¡± he said excitedly. ¡­ Evelyn went to the third floor of the castle, together with several glass bottles. Roland noticed that each bottle was filled with different colors of liquid. ¡°Her magic power looks like a gray ball¡­¡± Nightingale whispered in his ear, ¡°but the shape isn¡¯t fixed.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the total amount of magic power?¡± ¡°The level of improvement is good. At the moment, she¡¯s between Soraya and Maggie.¡± Roland nodded and looked at Evelyn. ¡°What¡¯s inside the bottles?¡± ¡°The drinks that I¡¯ve made with my ability in these days.¡± She seemed a bit dejected. ¡°They taste different, and I absolutely lose control of the last result¡­ The only thing in common is that they all can be drunk.¡± ¡°Drinks?¡± Roland¡¯s curiosity grew immense. He found a few cups and poured himself a glass from each bottle. When he first tasted the light blue drink, it was indescribably delicious, like a fruit juice mix, but also with a hint of refreshing coldness. Just drinkable? This is way too good a drink! Chapter 667 Chapter 667: Chaos Drinks Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The following cups of drinks were real eye-openers for Roland. Some tasted like coffee, a bit bitter but with an intense exotic fragrance. Some tasted like soup, delicious and having the function to warm stomach. The unique one was that he could not find the corresponding taste in his memory. If he had to name it, Fire Dragon Wine might be the most appropriate. The wine was not made of pitaya, but something like the imaginary dragon flame. The scorching impact of the first sip was like lava gushing into the mouth, and then a mouthful of a burned scent followed as if the tongue was roasted. The faint taste of succulent fruits finally came, mixed with the light flavor of the wine. The longer it was kept in the mouth, the longer the aftertaste would remain. It absolutely would be the best drink of the winter. It was likely that Nightingale saw Roland¡¯s intoxicated looks, she could not help but show herself, moistened her lips and asked, ¡°Your Majesty, it really tastes so good?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know after you try it.¡± Roland handed her a cup of drink. Immediately, Nightingale contentedly exclaimed, with her eyes bent into a slit. ¡°I¡¯ve tasted it,¡± Wendy said with the same look, ¡°and it¡¯s really hard to resist such a delicious drink.¡± After they drunk all of the Fire Dragon Wine, Roland revealed a little reluctance as he let out a burp. ¡°Is there more drink like this?¡± Evelyn shook her head and said, ¡°I can¡¯t copy the last drink¡­ The new ability is totally random.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t copy?¡± Roland was somewhat amazed. He finally understood what distressed Evelyn after Wendy explicitly stated the details of the test. The ability could turn the fresh water, wine or other liquids into drinks. However, which drink would be the final product was uncontrollable. In other words, the final product each time was totally different. The consumption of magical power to transform these drinks was much more than that of to transform alcohol. The magic power could only be cast once per day. The quantity of transformed drink was limited, which was equal to the capacity of a barrel. Roland had seen that kind of round barrel in the tavern, which could store about one cubic meter of wine in each barrel. Until now, Evelyn had just cast the new ability five times, getting five drinks with different tastes. Roland felt regret at the prospect, not knowing whether he would get the chance to drink Fire Dragon Wine again. It was possibly the reason that Evelyn felt so depressed. High awakening could be considered as a rebirth for witches, for they even had chances to upgrade from being a non-combat witch to a combat witch. Although Roland stressed that each witch was of incredible potential, Evelyn, who came from Sleeping Island, still could not change her mind. Roland knew that Evelyn had no confidence in her brewing technique. She felt far more depressed despite the fact that her new ability upgraded a lot but did not change in essence. Most of the drinks were transformed from wine, and she could not even control what she could make at all. He had no better ways to change her long-held belief, but it was a matter of time. Roland believed that their state of mind would change as the assistant witches in the city of Neverwinter showed their extraordinary talents. He held no confidence in saying her ability was useless. The pursuit of perfume ushered in the Modern Navigation Times, the Silk Road thrived as the porcelains and silk trade boomed, which all served as the evidence to people¡¯s demands and desire for luxuries. These drinks, however, would be the true luxuries. The delicious taste and unique experience would inevitably gain popularity among common people no matter which era they were in, and it even brought a refreshing feeling to this mundane world. Moreover it was almost cost-free! For example, it was no surprise that the weight of the Fire Dragon Wine could be converted into the same weight of gold royals if it was sold to the Fjords and other kingdoms. Because there were always some rich merchants and nobles that could pay for it. As for the war caused by the desire for luxuries¡­ They should feel gratified that Roland did not scramble for these drinks. Waging war for luxuries to Neverwinter was nothing short of committing suicide. Admittedly, Evelyn would bring him countless wealth. And these drinks would not only be used for trade. He had learned from the past experience that the matters widely popular with people could serve as a bridge for culture and ideology. Besides, in these hard war times, it could boost morale for those soldiers who were fighting on the outer edge of the Impassable Mountain Range if they could have such drinks delivered from the city of Neverwinter. He would never reject these kinds of drinks which could enhance cohesion and strengthen the subject¡¯s confidence to resist the Battle of Divine Will. ¡°In addition to the alcohol¡­ in the future, it¡¯ll be the transformation of high-grade wines, I¡¯ll create a special drink storage building for you,¡± Roland made a decision and said, ¡°You can use your new capabilities to their full potential. I believe everyone who has a drink will be obsessed with it.¡± ¡°Alright, alright¡­ Your Majesty.¡± Although Evelyn agreed, she was still nonetheless skeptical. She did not realize her own worth. Roland did not say aloud what he was thinking. He firmly believed Evelyn would see the changes brought by her power of chaos sooner or later. As long as she kept doing as he required. ¡°As for the names of these drinks, chaos drinks is okay,¡± Roland said with a smile. *************** After the welcome dinner came to an end, Astrologer of Dispersion Star went into the study of His Majesty Roland. He had successively worked for three King Wimbledons, and Roland Wimbledon was the fourth king he worked for. But he was also the king whose thoughts were elusory. Regardless of those rumors about his ridiculousness and flighty behavior from the king¡¯s city, the young ruler was somewhat different from the former kings and it was hard to understand what he was thinking. He was neither arrogant nor pretended to be imperturbable, as if, as if his thought was beyond common people¡¯s understanding, making him hard to catch up to. That letter of reply was the best proof. Dispersion Star had never seen any king who was so indifferent to the news about the Star of Extinction. Part of the content of the letter was greetings, part was to invite Astrology Association to move to the Western Region, declaring that he had the better astronomical telescope to meet the demand for star observation. The end of the letter unhurriedly mentioned that the city of Neverwinter also found new clues about Bloody Moon, and that he needed to discuss it with astrologers. No surprise, no fear, he stayed calm and read the letter as if he just said ¡°yes, I know¡± nonchalantly. In fact, even when Roland first visited the observatory and learned of the existence of the Start of Extinction, he did not act very surprised. Although it was the blessing that the subject had such a composed king, he still felt downcast because of the finding, also his lifelong pursuit, not arousing much attention. The study was still brightly lit, and His Majesty Roland was writing something. There were piles of documents on the desk, Dispersion Star had not seen such a scene for a long time. ¡°My Revered Majesty, good evening,¡± he bowed and said with gratification, ¡°The Astrology Association shows its respect to you.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ you¡¯re here.¡± Roland put his pen aside and beckoned him, saying, ¡°Sit down, I¡¯ve something to talk to you about.¡± Chapter 668 Chapter 668: Dispersion Star Astrologer Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Is it regarding the prophecy of the Bloody Moon?¡± Dispersion Star sat down. ¡°Well, that¡¯s a part of it. Since you¡¯ve touched on that point, let¡¯s start with the prophecy then.¡± The young king rose to his feet and poured a cup of tea for the astrologer who was totally struck by such an act of condescension. Apparently, Roland was much more easygoing than Timothy. ¡°With respect to the prophecy of the Bloody Moon, it can be traced back to over 1,000 years ago when there was neither the Kingdom of Graycastle nor the Wimbledon Family.¡± ¡°But Your Majesty, the records show that our history only dates back to over 450 years ago¡­¡± ¡°The missing part was indeed documented but was later deliberately concealed by someone.¡± Roland switched to a more comfortable sitting position and said, ¡°It¡¯s a long story, which I¡¯ll need some time to fully explain to you.¡± What the astrologer heard afterward was inscrutably astonishing. The story brought him back to the uninhabited Barbarian Land and the Land of Dawn 1,000 years ago when demons and human beings had had a prolonged war of life and death. It talked about the symbolic meaning of the Bloody Moon, the witch empire, the origins of the Four Kingdoms, as well as that of the church¡­ If it was not out of the mouth of the king, Dispersion Star would definitely condemn the speech and describe it as horrendous and absurd. Nonetheless, from Roland¡¯s expression, Dispersion Star could tell the king was absolutely serious. After Roland finished the speech, Dispersion Star felt suffocated. He had firmly believed that the doomsday was simply a God¡¯s punishment. The shaking seabed, the cracking earth, the underground fire and thunderbolts from the sky, as terrifying as they were, would not completely destroy human civilizations. As long as men got prepared in advance, a great part of cities could still survive these catastrophes. According to His Majesty, however, the Bloody Moon was a signal of the commencement of the war from demons. It seemed that the war between human beings and demons had lasted for a thousand years. Men had been defeated twice, and one more, they would be completely eliminated from the earth. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Dispersion Star almost lost his voice. ¡°Where did you learn these?¡± Roland stuck out two fingers. ¡°The witch empire and the church. They both have something to do with the establishment of the Four Kingdoms, including the Kingdom of Graycastle. I¡¯ve actually encountered demons to the west of the Western Region. They were, veritably, of a foreign race, who have developed their own civilization and built their own armies.¡± ¡°And¡­ what¡¯s the smile of deities?¡± ¡°Nobody knows. Perhaps we¡¯ll only find out the answer after the Battle of Divine Will.¡± Dispersion Star fell silent. He was not sure whether he should believe this appalling narrative, but then he soon realized the story connected to the rise and fall of the Kingdom of Graycastle and the thriving of the Wimbledon Family. As the king of the realm, Roland had no reason to lie to him. There was no point for him to do that. Suppose everything Roland had said was true, it would then make sense why His Majesty trusted witches so much. Suppose witches¡¯ power did not come from demons, naturally, they would no longer be men¡¯s enemies. In this light, the rumors about the innocence of witches circulated in the old king¡¯s city were simply a tip of the iceberg of the truth. Without a doubt, it was pretty wise and cautious of His Majesty to selectively disclose the information and hold back the part that would potentially spark panic among the multitude. The only thing that Dispersion Star failed to understand was how the Bloody Moon in the sky bore a relationship to the Gates of Hell. ¡°Your Majesty, what can I do for you?¡± Dimly, Dispersion Star was aware that it was probably not out of any astrological reasons that the king had asked the Astrology Association to move to the Western Region several times. Roland apparently knew much more about the Star of Extinction than any astrologers. If Dispersion Star was not informed of this secret today, he would never possibly know what had happened 1,000 years ago. ¡°This is what I want to discuss with you next, which may be even more important than the secret I told you earlier,¡± Roland answered with a smile and handed a book on the desk to him. ¡°Take a look at this first.¡± Dispersion Star took the book and noticed the title on the cover was a combination of phrases he had never seen before. ¡°Analytic¡­ geometry?¡± The word was quite a mouthful. Surprisingly, it was printed in a blue color that could only be produced with very fine and expensive blue pigments. ¡°Take your time. It¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t understand. You¡¯ll need to learn a lot of things in the future.¡± Although the lighting in Roland¡¯s room was relatively decent even without a candle, it was still not comparable to daylight. As such, Dispersion Star felt reluctant to read the book right away, as late night reading could more or less cause eye damage. As an astrologer, he should well protect his eyes. Nevertheless, Dispersion Star did not want to directly decline the king¡¯s request and thereby infuriate him. So, he decided to just quickly skim it through and read more carefully tomorrow when there was adequate lighting. His eyes, however, were glued to the contents after he read the prologue on the first page. ¡°To describe the orbits of objects with arithmetic formulas? To calculate the entire orbit with only a few key parameters?¡± Next came several groups of intersecting straight lines, each of which constituted a coordinate system consisting of four planes. In each coordinate, there was a simple shape. Some were just diagonal straight lines, some a section of a curve, some ovals and others a combination of multiple curves. They looked nothing strange, but Dispersion Star¡¯s attention was soon caught by the arithmetic formula next to the circle shape. ¡°That should be an arithmetic formula,¡± thought Dispersion Star. The formula contained a plus mark and an equal mark, starting and ending with the same symbol. Dispersion Star did not have the faintest idea what the formula represented, but somehow he perceived the beauty of it. Every symbol possessed a unique charm and was in perfect harmony with the others. Although each shape was distinct from each other and by no means display the same type of orbit (for example, a straight line and an oval), there was no noticeable difference between their arithmetic formulas. An idea suddenly flashed across his mind uncontrollably. ¡°Is it possible that every shape in this world can be described with a corresponding arithmetic formula?¡± The astrologer turned to the second page hurriedly in excitement. ¡­ By the time Dispersion Star closed the book, his neck was sore. Evidently, it had taken him more than an hour to read the whole book. Meanwhile, Roland appeared to be quite absorbed in his occupation. He was busy drafting the document on the desk and had not interrupted his reading. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty. I¡­¡± ¡°Done?¡± Roland looked up and smiled at the astrologer. ¡°I bet there¡¯s a lot you don¡¯t understand.¡± ¡°Yes. I don¡¯t recall any court mentors have taught you those¡­ those symbols and formulas¡­¡± Out of ten court mentors, nine were from the Astrology Association. However, what His Majesty had written had totally blown his mind. ¡°They¡¯re very interesting, but I just can¡¯t have a good grasp on these complicated formula conversions.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because you haven¡¯t learned equations. You¡¯ve got to learn this in order to comprehend analytic geometry.¡± Magically, the king produced a stack of books from the desk and presented them to the astrologer, the titles of which were either in blue or green. All of the titles sounded weird and mouthful. Dispersion Star¡¯s hands started to tremble. ¡°Can I take them back home?¡± ¡°Certainly.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Actually, I want not only you but also all the astrologers and the students in the association to learn them.¡± After a pause, Roland continued, ¡°The second thing I want to let you know is that you don¡¯t need to worry too much about the Bloody Moon. Once you fully understand everything in the books, the Astrology Association can play an irreplaceable role in the war against demons. These books mean to simply enlighten you. There¡¯ll be something more profound and difficult coming next. By that time, you¡¯ll not only be able to calculate the orbit of a moving object, but also that of every tree and every stone on the earth, every star in the sky, everything that you see on this planet. How does it sound like? Are you willing to accept the challenge?¡± ¡°Yes, I¡¯d like to, Your Majesty!¡± Astrologer of Dispersion Star gave an affirmative answer immediately, now completely elevated from the dejection he had sunk in when Roland had ignored his discovery of the Star of Extinction. He now foresaw thousands of stars moved along the paths he calculated. The young king, in the meantime, smiled. The smile was so strange that it reminded Dispersion Star of a hunter who watched an animal slowly falling into his trap. ¡°Awesome. But please don¡¯t be discouraged. It¡¯s going to be hard, and it¡¯s perfectly normal that you come across some obstacles. I believe you¡¯ll eventually get the hang of them.¡± Chapter 669 Chapter 669: Diplomatic Turmoil Translator: TransN Editor: TransN No. 76 had gradually taken Denise¡¯s place since becoming Yorko¡¯s maid. It did not mean that Yorko forgot about his old lover. The truth was that he had to spend some time taking care of his poor guide. In fact, Yorko had been totally shocked when No. 76 had been sent back by her superintendent Silvermask the other day. The punishment had been indeed as severe as ¡°Black Money¡± had earlier claimed. There had been whip marks and bruises all over her body, and she had looked nothing like the girl he had met half a day ago. Yorko was happy that he had made the request to retain No. 76 as his maid in a timely fashion. Otherwise, the girl would probably be wrecked by the battery. That was why Silvermask had said she could no longer be a guide, for customers definitely would not want a disabled girl to serve them. Fortunately, No. 76 was not as fragile as most girls. She had a pretty strong body, especially her abdomen and back, on which several faint muscle lines could be detected. She had quickly recovered from the injuries after medication and was now able to run errands for the household, which, of course, also included some personal services. For example, the service like she provided today. ¡°Sir, do you want me to massage your shoulders?¡± After No. 76 cleaned the house, she drew close to Yorko smilingly. Although according to general rules, maids were not allowed to approach their masters without permission, No. 76 was apparently still employing the old method she had learned from ¡°Black Money¡± to please her ¡°guest¡±. Yorko did not feel offended in the least. On the contrary, he liked the flirty way she communicated with him. If No. 76 was simply a maid who strictly followed rules and obeyed his orders, it would be a little too boring to his taste. ¡°Come and sit here.¡± Yorko put down the anecdote book in his hand and lay down on the recliner. No. 76 took off his shoes and sat on her knees so that Yorko could rest his head on her thighs comfortably. She then started to slowly massage Yorko¡¯s shoulders with her five slender fingers. Apparently, No. 76 had received professional training, for she used much greater strength and applied more techniques than other ordinary massage girls, who usually flirted with Yorko in the guise of massage. The labor delivered by No. 76 really worked and made Yorko feel less stressed. Yorko could clearly see No. 76¡¯s countenance when he lay on her thighs. After ¡°Black Money¡± had sent her over, she no longer needed to wear that copper mask to conceal her identity. Frankly speaking, No. 76 was never a beauty. Her overall appearance was just a little above average and certainly could not compare to witches. Nevertheless, Yorko liked her red, plumped lips in particular. When he looked up at her, he was always aroused by the faint smile lingering on her lips. In comparison, her toned body was more appealing to Yorko. It was actually Yorko¡¯s first time to see a woman¡¯s body full of such incredible strength. Unlike corpulent noble ladies or scrawny peasant girls, No. 76 had well-proportioned limbs, beautiful skins, a prodigal projection of bosom and a flat tummy. When her body tensed up, Yorko could sense her bulging muscles underneath. As a man who always sought thrills, he was more drawn to a perfect body like this than simply a delicate face. When Yorko was about to take the next step, the door was flung open. It was Hill Fawkes. Yorko let out a sigh of disappointment. It appeared his leisure time for today was over. He erected himself and asked, ¡°I hope you aren¡¯t asking me to save some witches again.¡± Hill did not respond but simply eyed No. 76. The girl soon took the hint and withdrew respectfully. Yorko shrugged. ¡°You¡¯re being overcautious. She¡¯s just a servant.¡± ¡°You¡¯d better remain vigilant these days when the current situation in the Kingdom of Dawn is yet to be optimistic.¡± ¡°Denise is more reputable than No. 76, and she¡¯s from a more distinguished family. Why don¡¯t you keep your eyes peeled for her?¡± ¡°Because Denise Payton is a public figure, whose background was no hidden secret. You can get the information about her one way or another, but there¡¯s no way whatsoever for you to check the background of a guide trained by ¡®Black Money¡¯.¡± Hill seated himself opposite Yorko and placed a letter on the coffee table between them. ¡°But I feel I¡¯ve already known what kind of person she is and where she¡¯s from now.¡± Yorko smiled triumphantly. ¡°Do you care to hear it?¡± ¡°Oh, really?¡± Hill¡¯s brows went up a fraction of an inch. ¡°Surprise me.¡± Yorko grinned. He was satisfied to know that the guard appointed by his old friend appeared not be omniscient after all. ¡°It takes a lot of time to train a perfect guide. It¡¯ll at least take 10 years to perfect her pillow skills and tone up her body. Those skills she obtained from years of training have already become a part of her, and it has become so natural to her to please and serve her customers. How old is she now?¡± ¡°Around 21 or 22¡­ No more than 25.¡± ¡°Correct. That means she was only a five or six-year-old kid when she started her training. Unless she¡¯s a monster who never ages or dies, she can¡¯t be a person outside ¡®Black Money.¡± Yorko spread out his hands. ¡°There¡¯s no conflict of interest between us and ¡®Black Money¡± anyway. They conduct much dirtier businesses than trafficking slaves and protecting witches, not to mention that we haven¡¯t actually managed to protect a witch yet.¡± Yorko went on with self-mockery, ¡°I don¡¯t think witches need protection from us.¡± Yorko was in a very complacent mood when he saw Hill Fawkes remain silent. His self-satisfaction, nonetheless, soon disappeared a minute after he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. It was an official diplomatic letter signed by King Roland. The content of the letter made Yorko quiver in terror. The King of Graycastle intended to stop the King of Dawn persecuting witches? Yorko was overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of the event. This was the capital of the Kingdom of Dawn, not the Western Region of the Kingdom of Graycastle! Was his old friend under the impression that Appen Moya would listen to his counsel? The series of threats following seemed to be even more ridiculous. Roland advised the King of Dawn not to go against the stream and warned him that the ruling of the church, which was starting to decay, provided the best example. He also stated that the Kingdom of Graycastle would not stand by and would take next step if necessary. Roland hoped that Appen could use his best judgement in all situations. Although the letter was phrased very politely, Yorko believed everybody in the palace would be sensible enough to sniff out the threatening voice between the lines. Roland was obviously indicating that the Kingdom of Dawn would be his next enemy if their king refused to follow his suggestion. How could he say that to the King of Dawn directly? Yorko returned the letter to Hill sullenly. All his contentment faded into restlessness. Hill was right. To His Majesty, witches were more important than the alliance. He wondered, however, what else these threats would bring about other than growing repugnance among great nobles in the Kingdom of Dawn. The letter could be nothing but another conversation piece. ¡°What should I do?¡± It appeared that he had no choice but to rely on Hill¡¯s counsel. Hill took a quick glance at the letter and replied, ¡°Do as His Majesty says. This is your duty as an ambassador. As to the consequence, I bet the worst scenario would be that Appen Moya expels you from the court in rage. You won¡¯t run into any danger.¡± ¡°Then we¡¯ll be done with these nobles.¡± Yorko said gloomily, ¡°People in the city of Glow will regard us as crazy and laugh about it in their cups, and Roland will become their new topic of discussion¡­ What will His Majesty benefit from such a bluff?¡± ¡°A bluff?¡± Hill neither agreed nor disagreed. ¡°Do you really think it¡¯s a bluff?¡± Yorko¡¯s heart suddenly stopped beating with a jerk. He looked at the guard in dismay. ¡°No¡­ that can¡¯t be¡­¡± Hill said slowly, ¡°Timothy Wimbledon also thought so before the old king¡¯s city fell. Based on what I know of His Majesty, he never wastes his time.¡± Chapter 670 Chapter 670: The Sad Ambassador Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Yorko requested to present himself on the court meeting the following day. As the two kingdoms had just formed an alliance, his request was soon approved, and two magnificently armored knights escorted him to the palace hall. Over the past two to three months, Yorko had made numerous vain attempts to see King of Dawn. He wished now, however, that King Appen could have ignored him like he had usually done. Unfortunately, the reality was always cruel. By the time he entered the hall, the court meeting was close to its end. The young king was leaning against his throne, talking animatedly with the ministers. He did not sit up until Yorko bent his knees. ¡°Please rise. I¡¯ve heard you¡¯ve brought a letter from Roland Wimbledon?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Yorko answered mechanically. ¡°He congratulates on your coronation and has expressed his earnest desire that the two kingdoms will establish a long-term relationship of cooperation and friendship.¡± Appen Moya smiled. ¡°That sounds something new. Did he send any presents?¡± ¡°Well, of¡­ course.¡± The Ambassador revolved his reply rapidly in his mind. ¡°The fleet carrying those presents are currently on the way. The letter was actually delivered by post horses.¡± ¡°I remember when King Wimbledon III was crowned, my father sent a delegation of 200 people to celebrate his coronation. There were 11 wagons full of presents, including goldware, fine wines, silk as well as pretty maids. I¡¯m very curious about what Roland would gift me as a return.¡± The ministers in the hall burst into a fit of laughter. Yorko swallowed hard, completely having no idea how to shoot back an answer. He doubted the validity of the story and wondered why Roland had not said anything about presents in the letter. As an ambassador, he had a good reason to be ignorant of the matter. However, for Roland, he should have known the gift-giving etiquette. ¡°Did he say anything else?¡± Appen asked. For a second, Yorko wanted to excuse himself. Yet when he weighed the consequence of such an act, he forced himself to stay put. The outcome of infuriating King of Dawn would be no more than being shut out by nobles in the king¡¯s city. If he disappointed Roland, however, he would probably be relieved from the position as an ambassador. Yorko ground his teeth. ¡°His Majesty¡­ um¡­ also hopes that you stop persecuting witches and treat them as free peoples. Otherwise, the Kingdom of Graycastle would have to employ force to settle the matter, just as what they did to the church.¡± The hall was deadly silent after he finished. The ambassador felt sweats started to bead on his forehead. After quite a while, Appen Moya broke off. ¡°Did Roland Wimbledon really say that? Give me the letter.¡± A knight approached Yorko at once and snatched the parchment from him. Yorko could sense the coldness in King of Dawn¡¯s tone even without looking at him. He was almost about to wail at the thought of the lengthy condemnation and warns in the letter. As he expected, Appen threw the letter to the floor straight away after reading it. The young king obviously had a hard time controlling his temper. He rose to his heels and growled in a red rage. ¡°So this is the attitude of the Kingdom of Graycastle to its ally? Witches are innocent, so we have to set them free? Rubbish! Look at what those damn witches did to House Moya. They invaded the palace, killed the guards and took my father as their hostage to force me to yield to the church! If they didn¡¯t poison my father, he should have been right here, alive and well!¡± ¡°But he¡¯s dead, and it¡¯s his death has made you the king.¡± Yorko left the remaining word unsaid. ¡°Your Majesty, please calm down. As far as I know¡­ witches trained by the church are different from innocent ones, just as there¡¯re good and bad ones among ordinary people¡­¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± Appen hollered. ¡°You don¡¯t have the faintest idea how vile these people in possession of demons¡¯ power are. Even God¡¯s stones fail to stop them! Tell me then. How could it be possible that such a community, which is literally bounded to nothing, submits to our ruling? The Kingdom of Dawn will be more peaceful without witches. I have to fulfill my obligations of protecting my people!¡± Looking at Appen¡¯s purple face, Yorko realized reasoning would no longer work. The shadow of his father¡¯s death was still haunting him. Although Appen was of about the same age as Roland, he was almost as petulant as the old Roland back in the king¡¯s city, and perhaps even worse. In merely a year after Roland had left the king¡¯s city, he had become the real sovereign of the state. Appen, on the contrary, was still acting the boy. ¡°I¡¯ll write a letter to the King of Graycastle and advise him to be vigilant about the Fallen. It¡¯s just ridiculous to threaten the Kingdom of Dawn because of those Devil¡¯s minions!¡± Appen paced back and forth indignantly. ¡°It¡¯s true that the Kingdom of Graycastle is powerful. but don¡¯t forget who bestowed him such power! Without the support of local nobles, Roland couldn¡¯t garrison his troops in here! If he invades our royal domain out of such absurdity, he¡¯ll suppress his feudatories in the same way he treats us. By that time, neither my people nor nobles in the Kingdom of Graycastle will support him like they always did when he battled against the church!¡± ¡°Well, It appears that Roland has already weeded out the nobles.¡± Yorko thought to himself. He did not really know how His Majesty had defeated the church, but he dimly remembered that Roland had not relied on any nobles when conquering the king¡¯s city. At that time, out of the entire Kingdom of Graycastle, few people had believed that Prince Roland Wimbledon would have eventually won the game of thrones. All the great nobles had later been rooted out during the trial, which was why he could get this job as an ambassador. In the end, Yorko was ordered to leave the palace by Appen Moya just as Hill had anticipated. Fortunately, none of the ministers in the court chimed in. They were simply too dumbfounded to utter a word. This was better than what Yorko had expected. But Yorko was pretty sure that after they read the letter on the floor, they would dismiss it with a laugh. As soon as Yorko returned from the palace, Otto Luoxi paid him a visit. ¡°King Roland really views this matter in this way?¡± ¡°Do I sound like I¡¯m lying?¡± Yorko collapsed in the recliner. ¡°Well, are you mocking me now?¡± ¡°No¡­ I just think Appen¡¯s new policy is rather thoughtless. He does want civilians in the Kingdom of Dawn to have a peaceful life, but the hunting measures he takes actually terrifies people.¡± ¡°Then you should talk him out of it.¡± ¡°He doesn¡¯t listen¡­¡± Otto smiled bitterly. ¡°He acts like a different person every time we talk about witches. You can¡¯t blame him though. If you witness what happened in the palace¡­¡± Otto bit his lip. ¡°No, nothing. The death of the late king greatly shocked Appen. Technically, he shouldn¡¯t have ascended the throne until he comes of age five or six years later. I¡¯ve heard King Wimbledon III was also killed by the witch from the church? If only Appen can be as composed as King Roland.¡± Yorko gazed at Otto in surprise. He felt like Otto did not sound like the eldest son of one of the three major families in the Kingdom of Dawn but a noble from the Kingdom of Graycastle. Had Roland become so invincible that he could now make nobles in the neighbor country stand on his side? ¡°Anyway, I¡¯ll try to talk to Appen again. He doesn¡¯t even listen to Earl Quinn now.¡± Otto was about to take his leave after the tea when No. 76 suddenly darted into the room. ¡°Sir¡­ the witch you purchased has come back!¡± Chapter 671 Chapter 671: A Turbulent Situation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Yorko lamented in silence. ¡°Hell, didn¡¯t they agree not to meet each other ever again? It¡¯s just a courtesy to say ¡®please feel free to contact the ambassador if you come across any difficulties¡¯!¡± He exchanged a look with Otto. After hesitating for quite a while, Yorko said, ¡°Send her in.¡± If it was not because the real buyer was here, Yorko would rather make up some excuses such as ¡°The ambassador was currently not available. Please come again later¡± and shut her out. No. 76 soon led the girl to the room. As he had expected, it was the 10th item in the ¡°Black Money¡± auction, Amy. The witch grasped Yorko¡¯s arm anxiously as soon as she came in. ¡°Sir, please help us. Annie and the others are in danger!¡± ¡°Danger?¡± Yorko feared that it was not a good sign. ¡°Slow down, slow down. Take a seat first.¡± Yorko patted her on the shoulder. ¡°Tell me what exactly happened?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve¡­ been found!¡± Amy uttered a series of broken words breathlessly. ¡°A large number of¡­ patrol team surrounded the orphanage and blocked off the roads in the vicinity. I saw more than one platoons of knights¡­ They¡¯re searching for witches one block after another. The other witches are still stuck in there¡­ Please, help them!¡± ¡°Are there other witches apart from you and Annie?¡± ¡°Yes, Hero and Broken Sword. Hero lost her legs, so Annie has to carry her on the back.¡± Yorko gasped. One was already enough for him to worry about, and there were four! ¡°How did you escape?¡± ¡°Our food is running low, so I went out to buy some groceries. By the time I came back¡­ by the time I came back, they had been everywhere!¡± Her voice trailed off into a barely-suppressed sob. Yorko found himself in a very difficult position. Although titled with Ambassador of Graycastle, he did not have any actual executive power. Therefore, it was impossible for him to stop the patrol team. Further, the operation was commanded by the King of Dawn, whom he had just vexed a great deal during the court meeting. If he now stood out to protect the witches, he would probably face a more severe consequence than being expelled from the palace. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. They¡¯ll be OK.¡± No. 76 consoled Amy while gently stroking her back. ¡°Sir Yorko must know how to bring them back safe and sound.¡± ¡°Not at all!¡± Yorko snapped in silence. If Amy could have sought Roland for protection as he had suggested earlier, nothing of these would have happened. ¡°What about that Mr. Hill?¡± Otto questioned. ¡°I don¡¯t know. He never reports to me, and often time I can¡¯t find him anywhere.¡± Yorko frowned. ¡°If you want to see him, I¡¯m afraid it has to be after dinner.¡± ¡°I see¡­ I¡¯ll look for Earl Quinn first. He¡¯s the king¡¯s prime minister and is in charge of the patrol team. Perhaps he can help them escape.¡± ¡°Hang on. Will he listen to you?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve no idea, but it¡¯s worth giving it a shot.¡± Otto gave a look full of mixed feelings. ¡°Do you still remember the witch friend I talked about earlier? Her name is Andrea Quinn. She¡¯s the daughter of Earl Quinn.¡± ¡­ Time slowly slipped away. Yorko could do nothing other than looking out of the window while waiting. Meanwhile, No. 76 did an amazing job in comforting Amy. The agitated girl finally calmed down and fell asleep in the recliner. Yorko could tell that the long journey had cost the witch a great amount of energy. Having said that, it was still pretty¡­ gullible of her to sleep at a place like this. By evenfall, Hill Fawkes was back to the ambassador mansion. ¡°Where did you go¡­¡± No sooner had Yorko finished his sentence than he found three people followed Hill to the room. Actually, it was two and a half people. One of them was even half a head taller than Hill, her face stained with blood and her bright eyes observant. It was the same Annie who had taken away Amy from ¡°Black Money¡± the other day. She was carrying a purple-haired girl on her back. Out of convenience, the girl was closely attached to Annie with two straps clutching her waist and her shoulders. From the dangling pants, Yorko knew she must be legless Hero. The person who entered last was about the same height as No. 76. She had shoulder length silver hair, gaunt and frail, with her hands at the waist, as though she had sustained severe injuries. Awakened by the patterings of footsteps, Amy was stunned for a second before throwing herself to Annie. ¡°You all escaped¡­ Thank God! Did those knights hurt you?¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine, but Broken Sword¡­ She consumed a lot of magic power.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been so worried about you¡­¡± Amy could not hold back her emotions anymore and broke out into tears. ¡°Annie¡¯s here. Nothing to fret about now.¡± Hero offered her solace. Yorko gaped. ¡°How did you meet them?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a long story. They must leave here as soon as possible.¡± Hill grabbed the ambassador¡¯s hand and pulled him aside to the bedroom. ¡°Listen, you guys must leave the city of Glow before the city gate closes. Our wagons are ready, five in total. The first two will carry wheat and fruit, and you¡¯ll get on the other three¡­¡± ¡°Hold on for a second,¡± Yorko interrupted. ¡°You just said¡­ ¡®you guys¡¯?¡± ¡°You and the witches, not including me.¡± Hill stressed each word with due strength. ¡°In order not to obstruct His Majesty¡¯s plan, we have to keep in touch with the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± ¡°But I¡¯m the ambassador!¡± ¡°That¡¯s exactly why you need to leave.¡± In a critical moment like this, Hill appeared to be even more self-collected than usual. ¡°Look, I didn¡¯t save these three witches.¡± ¡°What?¡± Yorko was shocked. ¡°Not you?¡± ¡°My birds are always hanging around the Tourney Square. If I can¡¯t find the witches, it would be a better idea to see how my rivals locate them. I received the news right after the knights set out. Unfortunately, by the time I got there, the block had been under a siege. Only Rats from the Black Street know how to get in there.¡± ¡°So you bribed the Rats?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been keeping in contact with local Rats since I arrived at the Kingdom of Dawn. Although it has cost a big chunk of money, they do sometimes help me in the event of a crisis.¡± Hill said in a low tone, ¡°But the three witches had already fled by the time I found their traces with the help of the Rats.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that perfect? I¡¯ll ask Denise to get them out of here. Let¡¯s pretend nothing has happened¡­¡± Hill shook his head. ¡°It isn¡¯t that simple. The King of Dawn already knew where the hiding place of these witches exactly is. He has manpower sufficient enough to turn the whole block inside out. How did they escape? There¡¯s only one possible explanation: they let the witches go. Perhaps Appen wants to expose more hidden witches in this way¡­ or rather¡ªhe wants to find out the person who supports them.¡± Yorko swallowed hard. ¡°If that¡¯s indeed the case, it would be too risky to linger in the city of Glow. The best option is to leave as soon as you can.¡± Hill continued, ¡°If you can bring four witches to His Majesty, the payoff of that would be significantly greater than fulfilling your duties as an ambassador.¡± ¡°What about you¡­¡± Yorko asked hesitantly. ¡°If you get caught¡­¡± ¡°They can arrest a person with a legit name, but not a nameless man who secretly hides in the darkness. In their eyes, I never exist.¡± Hill chuckled. ¡°Nobody will ever notice one guard in the delegation is missing, and Lord Otto will also cover for me. Do you remember what I said? I¡¯m just an ordinary acrobat. Next time you and His Majesty visit the Kingdom of Dawn, you¡¯ll probably see a brand new acrobatics troupe in this prosperous city of Glow.¡± Chapter 672 Chapter 672: Hero Translator: TransN Editor: Meh At length, Yorko followed Hill¡¯s advice. In the golden glow of sunset, their coach departed the city of Glow. All the coachmen worked for Hill, who were said to be former employees of the acrobatics troupe. After transporting slaves with the caravan for several times, they had known the retreating route by heart. The fleet did not slow down until the sun completely disappeared behind the mountains. They still, nevertheless, continued with the procession for about two hours after night fell with the help of an oil lamp before pitching their tent in the wilderness. The coaches arrayed in a circle around a bonfire. A young man who called himself Clown quickly fetched some water and started to make porridge. A tall guy named Rockhill went to feed the horses. The magician was responsible for patrolling and putting out sentries and Chom Brothers setting up booby traps¡­ These people were more like members of an army than of an acrobatics troupe. Yorko found he did not need to do anything other than waiting for the delicious porridge to be served to him. Apart from the porridge, he also got a plate of bacon and an apple. He now understood why Hill had decided to include wheat and fruit in their cargo. The food in the two wagons, the so-called ¡°goods for sale¡±, would suffice to feed all of them throughout the journey even if they had to commute for one to two months. Yorko wondered if Hill had prepared to flee the Kingdom of Dawn long before, for it had not taken him a considerably long time to load all the food. He had heard from his guards that Hill had kept in touch with Black Street Rats. ¡°Jesus¡­ Is that guy really just an acrobat?¡± Yorko resolved to ask his old friend about it after he returned to the Kingdom of Graycastle. All the coachmen strode off with their porridge and stayed at the outer-ring respectfully, leaving Yorko, No. 76 and the four witches in the circle. ¡°I apologize for what I said and did the other day,¡± Annie said cordially. ¡°You didn¡¯t hand us to the King of Dawn, but I still can¡¯t fully trust you.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Amy looked confused. ¡°He doesn¡¯t look like a bad man.¡± Yorko blushed at this compliment, as he had never considered himself a good man. Fortunately, the flush was so faint compared with the light of the bonfire that nobody perceived it. ¡°Ahem, I reckon that Miss Annie still feels suspicious of the simplicity of the witch organization in the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Simplicity?¡± ¡°For example, some powerful nobles love to keep some witches and use them as their playthings¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s just one of my concerns,¡± Annie interrupted. ¡°Whether it¡¯s in Wolfheart or Graycastle, all such organizations will be essentially the same if they intend to lure and abuse witches with lies. If the one in Graycastle does operate in the way you claimed, I¡¯ll certainly make a formal apology to you.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter to me.¡± Yorko shrugged. ¡°My task is to bring you to King Roland. What happens next doesn¡¯t have anything to do with me. Even if you want to apologize to me, you may not have a chance to see me in the future.¡± There was an awkward silence. For a second, no audible sounds could be heard except the ¡°crack, crack¡± of the bonfire. Yorko was usually very good at socializing and making conversations. He did not feel like talking, however, with these witches. They had not only disturbed his peaceful life as an ambassador but had also put the emissary delegation in a risky position. There was nothing wrong about being cautious, but the fact that his every single act was under scrutiny really irked him. In the end, No. 76 broke the silence. ¡°Are you all from the Kingdom of Wolfheart?¡± she asked. ¡°Amy told me that you¡¯ve known each other for quite a while.¡± Annie nodded. ¡°You¡¯re correct, although¡­ we weren¡¯t born in the same city.¡± ¡°Wolfheart is now taken by the church. You¡¯ve certainly suffered a lot on the way to the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± No. 76 stooped over and touched Hero¡¯s dangling pants. She asked in a low voice, ¡°Did she lose her feet during her escape from the church?¡± Hero bit her lip bitterly, head lowered. ¡°They were chopped off by the people she aimed to protect.¡± Annie¡¯s answer surprised everyone. ¡°Hero stood out when Wolfheart City encountered the biggest crisis in the history of time, but all she got was hatred from its people.¡± ¡°Hurt by¡­ the people she protected?¡± Annie nodded. ¡°I can explain to you if you want to know. But it isn¡¯t a happy story.¡± No. 76 gazed at Hero for a moment and replied in a serious tone, ¡°I want to know.¡± Yorko pricked up his ears, though he pretended to be fully absorbed in the bacon he was eating. ¡°When the church army attacked Wolfheart City a year ago, they threw a large number of bodies infected by the demonic plague into the city, in an attempt to bleed off the strength of the king¡¯s city, just like what they did at Broken Tooth Castle,¡± Annie added two more twigs to the bonfire, which soon splintered up into glitters of sparks. ¡°But Hero stopped the demonic plague from spreading with her ability. She could transfer the disease to other living creatures. That was why the plague got under control.¡± ¡°What kind of living creatures?¡± ¡°Rats, cats, dogs, cows, sheep, etc¡­ also including human beings,¡± Annie replied slowly. ¡°Citizens dug a huge hole at the slum. People who got infected would gather there and ask Hero to transfer their disease to animals. They would then burn the animals in the hole. Gradually, people started to view Hero as the lifesaver of Wolfheart City and began to call her Hero. Amy and I also received her treatment.¡± ¡°But things turned for the worse. A large animal was enough to bear the disease from five or six patients, whereas cats and dogs could only bear one or two. As the church continued to spread the demonic plague, even if people of Wolfheart could catch all living creatures, it would not be enough for all patients. They just couldn¡¯t save everyone.¡± ¡°As the war prolonged, people started to lay their eyes on men.¡± The word made Yorko feel chilled to the bone. No. 76 drew close to Hero and gently pressed the witch to her bosom. ¡°That wasn¡¯t your fault.¡± In the flickering light, Annie¡¯s face was masked with ice. ¡°Of course it wasn¡¯t her fault. Those people never gave her a chance to choose from the beginning. First, they burned prisoners, criminals and volunteers. Then they started to burn the elders, wounded soldiers, and captives from the Judgement Army.¡± ¡°But Hero didn¡¯t do what these crazy men asked her to. She just couldn¡¯t kill innocent people, especially those soldiers who yearned for life and minors who had yielded. So, the attitude of the public toward her changed. People started to believe that she colluded with the church and were protecting their enemies. The saver had thus become a traitor. Hero was later imprisoned. If it were not because of her ability, she had probably been sent to the gallows long before.¡± ¡°Afterward, the church launched another attack. It only took them one day to seize the city wall of the king¡¯s city. On the day the city fell, the jailer, who had once been treated by Hero, chopped her legs off with an ax and then set the cell ablaze. He argued that the fall of the Kingdom of Wolfheart was the result of the collusion between Hero and the church. He said as a traitor, Hero couldn¡¯t go anywhere but should be burned and destroyed together with the city.¡± At these words, Annie fell into a short silence. ¡°But the jailer never anticipated that Hero, who lost the ability to move, would be saved by captives from the Judgement Army in the cell.¡± Chapter 673 Chapter 673: A Sacrifice Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Would church believers save a witch? Yorko did not realize that he had already forgotten about the bacon and had been all ears as Annie continued with the story. ¡°They helped Hero out of the cell. With their help, Hero successfully escaped the search from the church. After the war, the survived Judgement Warriors even provided her with food and clothes for a period of time, until their army returned to Hermes and they had to bid farewell. Before they departed, all the Judgement Warriors who had been imprisoned in that cell expressed their gratitude to her.¡± Yorko knitted his brows. ¡°But regarding the title ¡®Hero¡¯, could it be¡­¡± ¡°She¡¯s a hero.¡± The whip was in Annie¡¯s voice again. ¡°No matter how the citizens who received her treatment look at her, she did save thousands of people in Wolfheart City, including me and Amy. She deserved such a title.¡± The ambassador let out a sigh. He had not known that witches suffered far more than he had imagined. If he were unfairly treated in that way, he would view everyone as his enemy and kill all of them to avenge himself, and certainly would not trust anybody. Yorko¡¯s indignation for being under constant suspicion gradually dissipated. ¡°Her legs¡­ can probably be healed.¡± ¡°Really? Are you serious?¡± ¡°What should we do?¡± All the eyes rested on Yorko in a second, including Hero¡¯s. She could be no more than 18 or 19 years old by her look. Although misfortunes had weighed down upon her, she had not been devastated by all the snares and toils she had been through during the war. Her eyes were still full of hope instead of numbness and confusion. ¡°Ahem, I¡¯m not sure.¡± Yorko rubbed his nose.¡±Hill once said there¡¯re over 300 witches in Graycastle. Their power of the devil¡­ No, I mean their abilities should vary, right? Perhaps somebody can regenerate amputated limbs or even grow a new one.¡± ¡°300?¡± No. 76 exclaimed in surprise. ¡°How did the King of Graycastle get so many witches?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a long story. My old friend is a born king. He saw through the church¡¯s scheme a long time ago. Not only does he allow witches in his domain to live a normal life, but he also insists on the innocence of witches and advertises this concept throughout Graycastle. Gradually, more witches turn to him for protection and work for him.¡± Yorko took this opportunity to lavish praise on Roland. ¡°So you don¡¯t need to worry about your future life at all. His Majesty claims that everyone in Neverwinter will be suited to a job, including witches.¡± ¡°What kind of jobs?¡± Amy¡¯s eyes were glistening. ¡°How should I know¡­ I haven¡¯t been to Neverwinter,¡± Yorko thought to himself. ¡°Um, naturally, it depends on your ability. For example, if you can manipulate flames, you can be a blacksmith. If you can conjure whirlwinds, you can work at a mill to activate windmills, something like that.¡± Yorko rambled. ¡°Anyway, His Majesty is planning to build a new king¡¯s city in the Western Region, and he certainly needs people. Even if your ability can¡¯t help with anything, you can still work as an ordinary person.¡± ¡°Sounds pretty good indeed.¡± Annie eyed Amy who apparently wanted to voice out. ¡°But lies always sound better than reality. At present, I¡­¡± ¡°I got it. I got it. You haven¡¯t fully trusted me yet, right?¡± Yorko spread out his hands. ¡°Then trust your own eyes when you get there.¡± ¡°By the way, how did you know Hero?¡± No. 76 put in. ¡°When Wolfheart City fell, I happened to live at Amy¡¯s place. I noticed the curious behavior of the Judgement Army soldiers¡¯, so I followed them and discovered Hero,¡± Annie answered while fiddling with the bonfire. ¡°We met Broken Sword several months later. She was caught by church believers who garrisoned there and was to be sent to Holy City. I ambushed the unit who escorted her and thus saved Broken Sword.¡± ¡°You alone?¡± ¡°If I¡¯m fully prepared, it actually isn¡¯t any harder to raid a group of soldiers than a pack of animals,¡± Annie said placidly. ¡°After that ambush, however, the church intensified their searching operation by several times, and we had nowhere to hide. So we joined refugees and left Wolfheart. We went all the way to the south until finally settling down in the orphanage in the city of Glow.¡± ¡°What a dramatic escape.¡± No. 76 commented with a sigh. ¡°But it¡¯s far from the end,¡± Yorko thought, ¡°Although the hunt by the Kingdom of Dawn isn¡¯t as nerve-racking as the one by the church, the number of the armies running after them is more than enough to kill them all.¡± Yorko hoped that all Hill¡¯s concerns were just groundless fears, otherwise Appen Moya would never set them free. As long as they were still within the territory of the Kingdom of Dawn, they were not considered to be safe. He shook his head to put these annoying thoughts behind. ¡°Let¡¯s finish the dinner and sleep soon. We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow.¡± ¡­ Surprisingly, they did not encounter any obstructions in the next few days. They took the route planned out by the magician and managed to avoid entering any cities. Instead, they exclusively picked paths in the rural area. Five days later, they reached Wind Ridge of the Kingdom of Dawn. Another day of traveling toward south would bring them to the North of the Graycastle. Yorko felt a little relieved. He did not like the feeling of being alert all the time, for even the slightest sound at night would wake him up. In comparison, No. 76 was more self-collected. She took good care of both witches and Yorko. Within a few days, No. 76 had totally blended in with these witches. She was, in particular, close to Amy, the most naive one, who had almost viewed No. 76 as her fourth sister. Yorko leaned against the soft cushion while looking at the endless winding mountains and yellow fields outside the window. He started to hum involuntarily. He had failed to fulfill his duties as an ambassador, but instead, he brought his old friend four witches. If Hill was right, how many rewards would His Majesty bestow him? While he was still absorbed in his dream, the magician responsible for security suddenly came to him from the rear of the fleet. ¡°Sir, we may have trouble. It looks like we¡¯ve been tailed.¡± ¡°What?¡± Yorko¡¯s heart leaped into his throat. He quickly poked his head out of the window but did not find anything unusual. ¡°There¡¯re knights seven or eight miles away from us. You can¡¯t see them from here.¡± The magician spurred his horse into a small trot in order to keep up with the coach. ¡°They don¡¯t march very fast but we¡¯re even slower. If things go on like this, they¡¯ll sooner or later catch up and spot us.¡± ¡°Are you sure they¡¯re our enemies?¡± ¡°No. I took a glimpse from a distance but I can¡¯t take the chance. There¡¯re around 20 to 30 people, all fully armored. They don¡¯t have any extra relaying horses. It¡¯s probable that they tracked us through our hoove prints.¡± ¡°Then what should we do?¡± Yorko instantly panicked out. ¡°We must get off the carriage and walk. There¡¯s a wood close by where horses can¡¯t go through,which can impede the procession of the knights,¡± The magician replied in a low voice. ¡°But this will only bring down their speed to the same level of ours. Once we¡¯re caught up, all of us will be doomed. If we want to successfully get rid of them, one person has to lead the fleet to move on and divert them to the main road.¡± He paused for a second and went on, ¡°In other words, somebody has to make a sacrifice.¡± Chapter 674 Chapter 674: No. 76 Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The carriages had stopped and all lined up along the side of the road while the Chom Brothers were busy tying them together. This way, it was possible for one person to drive all the vehicles. After an intense argument, Annie had finally convinced the witches, taking them to follow Clown, plunging into the forest. Now, it was the remaining people and Yorko¡¯s turn. Rockhill carried a bag of food and walked passed him, saying, ¡°My lord, we must leave now. If the enemies notice us, then all of our previous efforts will be wasted.¡± ¡°Wait a minute. I want to talk with her.¡± He thought it would take him awhile to make a decision, but he actually needed less than 15 minutes. No. 76 voluntarily stepped forward. As did Rockhill and Annie, but as the leader of the group, Yorko eventually selected No. 76 to stay behind to cover their retreat. ¡°I went through five years of combat training at the ¡®Black Money¡¯. I¡¯m a fast runner, too, so don¡¯t worry about me.¡± No. 76¡¯s words were simple, as simple as an ordinary farewell. ¡°Isn¡¯t there a village nearby? When I drive the carriages to the village and sneak into the crowd, they won¡¯t be able to find me at all. After this crisis, I¡¯ll join you guys again¡ªright at the border city of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Please remember to wait for me there.¡± Meanwhile, the magician was quietly whispering to him that the village was more than 10 miles away. Given the distance, it would be impossible for anyone to make it there before the knights arrived, and after taking the time to tie the carriages together, their chances became even slimmer. If our pursuers haven¡¯t been ordered by the King of Dawn to capture witches, there isn¡¯t a need for concern. However, if what the magician had predicted happened to be true¡­ Yorko could easily imagine how the knights would vent their anger once they found out No. 76 had deceived them. Yorko had a sinking suspicion that if the carriages happened to be stopped by the knightage from the king¡¯s city of Dawn, he would be the sole survivor. Appen Moya would likely ask Roland for a ransom, and he might ridicule and make him a laughing stock among the nobility. However, he would not hastily send him to the guillotine, unfortunately, anyone else that got caught would end up being executed without remorse. He thought, perhaps, he should be the one to stay behind to attract the attention of their pursuers. He wanted to step forward numerous times but he kept chickening-out every time he tried to open his mouth. [An ambassador represents his king. I can¡¯t let them catch me and mock me because that would be the same as humiliating the King of Graycastle.] Yorko comforted himself. Unfortunately, he now was unable to look No. 76 in the eye. [Goddammit! She¡¯s just a bought slave.] Yorko walked over to No. 76 and just as he was about to say something, she spoke first, ¡°My lord, this is my decision. This has nothing to do with the ¡®Black Money¡¯¡ªeven though Silvermask always instructs us to be ready to sacrifice ourselves for it, however, I don¡¯t like it at all. I thought I would be living underground for my entire life to adulate those customers until I grew old and became the new Silvermask. Or, sent off to become a handyman also to never to see the sun again. Fortunately, you brought me out of that place. You made it so I could feel the vastness of the outside world and I¡¯ve no regrets now. Please hurry into the forest. You¡¯re running out of time.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± No. 76 smiled and said, ¡°Thank you, my lord. If you hadn¡¯t said anything, I would have been beaten to death in that underground limestone cave. My life belongs to you, and I may survive this crisis. If I do, let¡¯s meet in the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± The Chom Brothers were behind Yorko urging him, ¡°My lord, we have to go now.¡± Yorko took a deep breath, turned around, and left. ¡°Yes, she¡¯s just a slave.¡± [This is the best option.] Yorko believed this, but he still felt an indescribable uneasiness in his heart. Before he entered the forest, he turned one last time to look back. The carriages had begun to move slowly, driven by No. 76. She didn¡¯t linger and she didn¡¯t wave to bid farewell, she acted as if this were a common departure. Just like the way she volunteered. Soon, the shade from the forest blocked his view. *************** No. 76 did not drive the carriages all the way to the village. After traveling for about 300 feet, she reined in her horse and stopped the carriages. She wouldn¡¯t be able to see the entrance of the forest anymore if she walked further. She jumped off her horse and sat on the back of the last carriage, quietly waiting for the arrival of their pursuers. She had been waiting for quite some time, however, it felt as if only a moment had passed. Waiting was a habit she had developed over her very long life, so she had become accustomed to it. As the sun began to set in the west she could finally see the knight¡¯s figures appearing at the end of the road. They didn¡¯t wear an emblem or ribbon as the knightage of the king¡¯s city did but based on their exquisite armor and high horses they were from some big city. No. 76 tactfully counted the number of knights. There were 35 of them, half of which were squires whose equipment and actions seemed to be more refined than the knights from a small town or village. The leader of the knights frowned when he saw the carriages waiting on the side of the road. He cracked his whip and the knights swarmed forward, surrounding them. ¡°Sir Lougan, there¡¯s no one else in the carriages!¡± ¡°Interesting¡­ It looks like our Ambassador of Graycastle sent out scouts.¡± Lougan smiled scornfully, ¡°Caro, Jester, you two go back and check for footprints on both sides of the road. Since they¡¯ve abandoned their carriages and fled, they must have left some trace.¡± Lougan¡¯s words conveyed his intent. ¡°Sir, what about the woman?¡­¡± ¡°Cut off her hands and feet, then interrogate her. Unfortunately, since she dared to stay behind, you probably won¡¯t get any information from her.¡± No. 76 stood up as she said, ¡°There¡¯s no need for an interrogation. They fled into that forest not too far behind you, but¡­¡± ¡°But, what?¡± A knight drew his sword with one hand and stretched out his other to try and grab her arm. Apparently, the knights were not going to spare her life, even if she told them what they wanted to know. ¡°But, you guys won¡¯t get the chance to see the witches again.¡± With her impressive speed, No. 76 lifted her hand and clutched the wrist of the closest knight. She pulled his arm, sending him up into the air, flying involuntarily toward her. She took this chance to slip his head under her armpit, getting him into a headlock. She used her shoulder and squeezed. His armor made an unpleasant rattling noise and then with a snap, his helmet was dislodged, leaving a fist-sized gap in his armor near his throat. The knight cramped violently, mouth gaping like a fish that had just been pulled from a river. ¡°Let go of Charlie!¡± ¡°Goddammit! Kill her!¡± The other knights all pulled out their swords and thrust them towards No. 76. No. 76 tossed the dead knight toward them, forcing them to pull back their swords. Taking her chance, she picked up the dead knight¡¯s sword and struck out at the nearest enemy. Chapter 675 Chapter 675: Last Hope Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The blade cut through the armor neatly, blood splashing out from the cuts like red strings. The knight did not make any sound as she had expected but instead grabbed her hand firmly as if to gain more time for his companions. Unfortunately, he misjudged the difference in their power. No. 76 easily escaped from his grasp, kicking him away while drawing out her blade. Her kick felt like a blunder blow and his armor was entirely deformed. The knight spat out a mouthful of blood and smashed on the ground, no longer making any sound. It seemed like her fists and kicks were more convenient. No. 76 glanced at her already dull blade, threw it away and jumped towards the rest of them with her bare fists. The hunters instantly became the prey. She jumped high and started jumping on the clumsy knights¡¯ shoulders. Every time she landed on a knight¡¯s head, she would clamp his helmet with her feet and then spin with the help of her body inertia, which resulted in a crackling noise as his cervical spine broke. Compared with No. 76¡¯s swift movements, the knights¡¯ counterattack and dodging were not different from that of a pile of wood. There was no problem even if she was unable to land on their heads, as she could hit their joints to make them lose their balance and then finish them off with a fatal kick. She could also easily trap her opponents with her physical gestures and lead them to attack her simultaneously only to end up killing themselves in the end. ¡°This¡­ is impossible!¡± ¡°A damn monster!¡± After a few rounds, the knights realized that their enemy was not normal. Not only did she possess extraordinary strength but was also an expert in the art of fencing and close combat skills. She was obviously an experienced fighter and her killing skills did not match the look of a twenty-year-old girl at all. ¡°Everyone move aside!¡± With a loud cry, Sir Lougan led his horse in the crowd towards No. 76. The rest quickly closed in around her, trying to trap her among them. No. 76 sneered, did not retreat but instead went straight ahead and grabbed with her hands the horse¡¯s front legs, immobilizing it while it neighed nonstop. No one could believe in their eyes when they saw what happened next. She lifted both the knight and his mount in the air and threw them to the others around her. The ones that got hit sustained wounds ranging from fractures and bleeding to immediate death. The knight himself sustained the worst impact naturally. As he fell from the horse¡¯s back, his body was distorted into an unnatural shape. The surviving pursuers instantly scattered. They jumped on their horses rushing to escape from this ¡°monster¡±. But No. 76 did not plan to give them this chance. As soon as the enemy gave up resisting, a massacre started. ¡­ The night had already fallen when No. 76 finally finished cleaning up the battlefield. The bodies of the knights were thrown into a nearby field and were covered briefly with some wheat straws. Discovering them was only a matter of time but by that time the witches would have already retreated to the Kingdom of Graycastle. She crawled in the most extravagant coach, removed the cushion that Yorko usually slept on and carefully took out a colorful sparkling magic stone ring under the mattress. Even under the weak moonlight, one could see a cyclone swirling inside the transparent crystal. After carefully examining the ring, No. 76 put it in her robe, fixed the cushion and lay on her back. Next, she only needed to reach the next village and hire a wheeler to take her to the Kingdom of Graycastle. They would probably not stay long at the border, maybe not even one day, but as long as her destination was the Western Region of the Kingdom of Graycastle, she would be able to meet those witches one day. Looking at the bright moon outside the window, she sighed. 400 years had passed. The Union that used to reign the world had disappeared like dust in the wind. The only thing that remained unchanged was the stars in the sky. Only when she looked up to the sky, would she feel like she was still alive¡ªnot just being alive underground or in the present after the disappearance of the Union, but actually living at the Holy City of Taquila 400 years ago. That extremely prosperous witch empire. The road to escape afterward¡­ that could not be counted as living anymore. The only thing that kept her going was a last remaining hope. ¡­ ¡°So, how does it feel to have a female body once again?¡± someone asked, ¡°Do you feel like you¡¯re being yourself again?¡± She took deep breaths and moved her wrists and heels. ¡°The distance is shorter.¡± ¡°Of course, because this body is kind of small. A body too sturdy wouldn¡¯t be convenient to serve those humans.¡± The voice laughed. ¡°Furthermore, female God¡¯s Punishment Soldiers are already so rare. Don¡¯t be so picky.¡± ¡°Appearance and age are also very important,¡± someone else said, ¡°Assuming the tastes of humans haven¡¯t changed a lot, none would want those body shells that look like men. Just looking at them makes one feel disgusted. You can ask Elena if you don¡¯t believe me. She would prefer a male body instead of a defective product like that.¡± ¡°Correct. Among everyone, yours is the best looking.¡± ¡°You know what I mean, Pasha.¡± She shook her head, staring at the huge sarcoma in front of her with the moving tentacles. ¡°Like this, I have to practice my limb control from the start. From sewing to holding a blade, each move would require a long time to master.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± A tentacle dropped down and slowly poked her forehead. ¡°We have got all the time in the world.¡± ¡­ ¡°Why do we need to deal with common people?¡± Alethea, who was soaking in hot magma, blew a chain of bubbles in dissatisfaction. ¡°Can¡¯t we bring the witches here to test their talent?¡± ¡°Are you confused because of the long sleep?¡± Pasha refuted her. ¡°It¡¯s not like 400 years ago anymore. One or two would be alright but do you plan to catch a hundred witches and bring them all in the mountains? I don¡¯t want to be regarded as a monster from the later generation.¡± ¡°Even so, can¡¯t we let a witch execute this task? Don¡¯t forget that all of these bodies are actually enemies of the witches.¡± ¡°First of all, she must completely trust us and possess the ability to protect herself. Where can we find someone like that?Nowadays the common people control the world so it¡¯s inevitable to deal with them¡ªjust like in the Land of Dawn at the first Battle of Divine Will.¡± Pasha paused, stuck a tentacle out and pointed at her. ¡°What do you think?¡± She played with her sword, threw it in the air and just by slightly moving her body she let it slide into the scabbard. ¡°I don¡¯t have any preference¡­ as long as I can see Taquila¡¯s glory once again.¡± Chapter 676 Chapter 676: The Pursuit Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Sometimes, when she didn¡¯t want to train anymore, she would also enter the deepest area of the maze to see the magic core that the survivors of Taquila had so many high hopes for. ¡°This is the completely repaired instrument of Divine retribution? Are you sure it¡¯s useful?¡± The biggest core looked like a simple spindle apparatus, nearing the size of a Senior Witch¡¯s experiment tower. Dozens of white brackets like visceral ribs were releasing magic power into it. Its uniqueness was obvious as it was floating mid-air of the maze without any hangings or support. Due to the cold light that the core emitted, the floor was no longer plain red. ¡°Of course, I¡¯ve been studying it for 385 years!¡± A piece of sarcoma appeared from above and landed next to her using its tentacles. ¡°The more I study it, the more I feel like it¡¯s a creation of God. Comparing with it, the things that had been researched by the Quest Society like the Sigil of Magic Stones were literally trash. Well¡­ they were not even close to the essence of the magic power. If we had found this ruin 400 years ago, there would be probably no second Battle of Divine Will.¡± Celine would always become extremely excited whenever talking about the magic core, so she could only pat her rough exterior. ¡°Have you verified the other cores?¡± ¡°Of course, Pasha even used the phantom instrument to display a miracle at the extremely far kingdom of common people. Oh, you were probably still asleep at that time, so you didn¡¯t see it.¡± ¡°That far?¡± she asked surprisingly. ¡°Correct, much farther than any ability can reach, even the Infinite Sigil can¡¯t be compared with it,¡± Celine replied while shaking her tentacles, ¡°This is the power of the magic core. It allows the witches to possess power beyond their limits. That common person who kneeled down in shock because of the miracle is the best proof. The magic core should have been our aim, not the damn God¡¯s Punishment Army! Long live Lady Natalia!¡± ¡°But without the God¡¯s Punishment Army scheme, we wouldn¡¯t be able to survive until now.¡± She pointed out. ¡°Eh¡­. well, long live Lady Alice too,¡± Celine murmured reluctantly. ¡°But I heard Pasha saying that in order to activate the instrument of Divine retribution, the Chosen One is also required, is that right?¡± ¡°Correct, the Chosen One! This magic core is too immense and complicated. Without the Chosen One, it would be just a dead object unable to become a new deity!¡± Celine used her tentacles to grab her hand. ¡°This is why all of our hopes rest with you. You must find her.¡± ¡°If she does exist.¡± Hearing that, the voice of the sarcoma became heavier. ¡°Yeah¡­ if she does exist. Why can¡¯t I become the Chosen One?¡± ¡­ ¡°I heard that Starfall City has been defeated! They¡¯ve been defeated by the common people!¡± After receiving the news, the magma underground started boiling, and all the Sleeping Ones and the Waking Ones started shaking their tentacles excitingly, which was the only way they could express their emotions. But not everyone was excited by the news. ¡°How can this be possible?¡± For instance, Alethea¡¯s dancing expressed shock and anger. ¡°How can they be defeated by common people?¡± ¡°Are the news credible?¡± someone asked. ¡°I¡¯ll ask the Chamber of Commerce of Dawn to investigate this.¡± Pasha moved her tentacles to quiet them down. ¡°Behave yourselves, don¡¯t shake the whole burrow!¡± Surprisingly, even though they all looked alike, huge sarcomas with several tentacles on their epidermis, she could still recognize each of them easily. It was probably due to the fact that they had been living here for so many years that she could distinctly remember everything from their breath frequency to their tentacle movements. Pasha bent her huge figure and immersed in the lava. ¡°For Taquila.¡± All the sarcomas that could still move dropped down and many voices sounded. ¡°For Taquila.¡± The turbulent lava soon calmed down. ¡°Once the news has been confirmed, I suggest we immediately retrieve the divine relic,¡± Elena said, ¡°Starfall City no longer fits to possess it.¡± ¡°But in that case, a fight with the God¡¯s Punishment Army will be unavoidable and I don¡¯t believe that they¡¯ll be unprepared. Even though they lost to the common people, it doesn¡¯t mean that Hermes would also be vulnerable,¡± Alethea said in doubt, ¡°Who knows how the common people won? Maybe they just killed a few hundreds of God¡¯s Punishment Soldiers and then believed to have claimed an important victory.¡± ¡°This is also possible.¡± ¡°I also think so.¡± Many expressed their approval. ¡°The other common people will help us understand,¡± Pasha said, ¡°and right now, the most important thing is to find the Chosen One. Banach Lothar has already set up the stage. Now, it was time for the actors to perform.¡± ¡°If she can succeed in finding the Chosen One in this trip, the demons will definitely perish and the witches will eventually reach new heights!¡± ¡­ She walked to the exit of the ruin and stopped. There was a huge palace, half of it being covered by dirt. At the center of the palace, there was a patio that reached the ten-meter-high surface. Bright white light shed down the patio, forming a gentle beam of light which lit up a piece of land at her feet. Opposite from the patio, there were two tombstones. In contrast with their shabby and dirty surroundings, there was no trace of dust on the tombstones. Obviously, for hundreds of years, someone who had been sweeping this area clean, had also planted a small plain white flower for the person in the tomb. She bent over, with one knee in front of the tomb. This was where the greatest witches were buried. No matter what kind of disagreements they had before, or how intense their disputes were, it was ultimately for the survival of the witches. Thus, even after death, they were put together, never to be separated. Two of the Union¡¯s Three Chiefs. Alice, the unstoppable Queen of Starfall City. Natalia, the dazzling Queen of Sunchaser. ¡°May the deities be with you.¡± After praying, she stood up and nodded to the top. ¡°I¡¯m ready, and please send me away.¡± A tentacle appeared from the dark, rolled up around her waist and rose towards the patio. The sky looked bigger and bigger until there was nothing but the sky anymore. She blinked her eyes trying to get used to the bright light, then slowly opened her eyes and saw the long-awaited world unfolding before her eyes. ¡°I can only come this far.¡± Pasha¡¯s tentacle waved from the hole¡¯s exit. ¡°This body can¡¯t be exposed to the sun.¡± ¡°I know.¡± She bent over and hugged the tentacle for goodbye. ¡°Wait for my good news.¡± ¡°Oh right, you can¡¯t use your previous name anymore. The Chamber of Commerce of the common people will arrange a new identity for you, as well as a new more appropriate name¡ªNo. 76.¡± ¡°Sounds nice.¡± She smiled. ¡°I ¡®ll be going then. Take care.¡± ¡°You too.¡± So, in order to pursue that faint hope, a new journey had begun. Chapter 677 Chapter 677: The Promised Reunion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Even though walking in the forests slowed them down, it was a sound trip. Three days later, Yorko encountered a team of soldiers of the Graycastle miles away from the boundary. They were searching along the road. They wore unique brown leather uniforms with long metal rifles on their backs, which clearly showed their identities to him. He understood what had happened when he met Duke Kant after he followed the team and returned to Evernight. Having received the letter from Hill, His Majesty Roland had directly sent two confidential letters away. One was to order the platoon of the First Army that stationed in Deepvalley Town to divide into four troops and enter the Kingdom of Dawn from the four junctions of the boundaries so as to reinforce the retreating diplomatic personnel. The other one was to inform Duke of the Northern Region to be ready for a war. That meant that the Duke began to prepare military materials, such as grain, cotton, and horse carriages. When the main army arrived in the Nothern Region, they could declare a war to the Kingdom of Dawn. Fortunately, the emissary delegation had had a sound trip. The Duke exhaled a long breath of relief when he was saying this sentence. Yorko felt flattered. But what touched him the most was how his old friend had responded to this incident. Though he clearly knew that the four witches in the delegation were more important, but his name was ranked at the top of the list in the letter. He felt that he had nothing to complain about his suffering and scary experiences at the thought of such a good treatment. Yorko wrote a long letter about what had happened during the process of the retreat. He handed it over to the Duke who would pass the letter to His Majesty. He hoped that His Majesty could put an end to the military tensions in the Nothern Region. Now, he understood what Hill had said was true. His Majesty took it much more seriously. Additionally, he was quite surprised by the responding speed of the First Army. Apart from the time for carrier pigeons to deliver letters back and forth, the army, which originally bore responsibilities to defend against the remaining force of the church and demonic beasts, could carry out the operation on the very day they received the order. As far as he knew, nobles used to spend half a month summoning knights, mercenaries, and free peoples, let alone dividing them into groups to carry out missions. Once the troop spread out with less supervision, those mercenaries paid aforetime would escape over one night. This might be the reason why his old friend could conquer the king¡¯s city in one day. Now, Yorko dimly understood that the military force of His Majesty was much better than that of the other nobles, not only in terms of weapons but actually beat them in every other aspect. As a messenger, he was not alone. The whole kingdom backed him up and fought with him as his sharp sword. He felt exhilarated at this thought like there was a flame burning in his chest. Now, No.76 was the only one he was worried about. According to his promise to her, the first person who arrived at the destination would hang a four-colored flag at a visible spot. Yet Duke Kant ordered his men to search each corner of Evernight but did not find such a flag. Now that they lived in the house arranged by the duke, Yorko directly set up a flagpole in front of the door with a four-colored flag fluttering in the wind. Once No.76 entered the inner city, she would immediately see the flag and find them. Actually, he was not the only one that worried about No.76. Through windows, Yorko often saw Annie and Amy standing under the flagpole and waiting for No.76¡¯s safe return. As they knew each other better, Annie gradually changed her attitude towards him. At least, she would not stare at him, full of vigilance. Hill¡¯s men had talked to him several times and they had hoped that he could go to the Western Region as soon as possible. The magician had directly told him that the chance that No.76 successfully distracted the knights while at the same time staying alive was narrow. If those knights had not targeted at them, she would have arrived at the border village one day later and arrived in Evernight earlier than they had. Now, nothing happened at their meeting spot, so No.76 was very likely dead already. Yorko knew that the magician was right, but he wanted to wait for another few days, just for the words she had said when parting. ¡°When the situation turns better, I¡¯ll meet you again, right in the border city of the Graycastle. Make sure that you wait for me there!¡± After they parted, Yorko finally knew why he had that strange feeling. Although No.76 was a slave in name, he never treated her like a slave, neither in the Black Money nor in the Kingdom of Dawn. Yorko had decided to give her freedom if she came back alive. But the decision came too late. Three more days passed. While he was thinking about leaving the Northern Region the next day, things seemed to turn for the better. A carriage stopped beside the flagpole. The coachman seemed to be very anxious and wanted to ask the guards about something, but he was afraid to come forward to ask. Yorko witnessed everything through the window, but before he came out, Annie and Amy had gone up to the carriage. No.76 came back! Each member of the delegation had heard the news and even Duke Kant, out of curiosity, came to see the brave maid who had sacrificed herself. But her condition was not good. When Yorko saw No.76, she had bruises all over her body. She was unable to move due to her broken right hand and left foot. ¡°Sir¡­¡± No.76 blinked her eyes and managed to summon up a smile, ¡°thank you for waiting for me!¡± All of a sudden, he felt completely relieved. ¡°I¡¯m glad you came back.¡± They then stayed in Evernight for another week until No.76 was in a stable condition. After that, they went to Deepvalley Town where they took a ship and left the Nothern Region. In the following days, Yorko got to know what had happened to her after her departure. The knights of Glow had caught up with her before the sunset. In order to gain her some time, she untied the reins of all the horses and spurred them to run in the opposite direction to stop the knights who were speeding up. At the same time, she had attempted to flee to the mountains on the roadside. After a short while, however, she had been stopped by a creek. Considering that she would die after being captured, she thus had ridden off the cliff that was 30 meters high. Luckily, there were branches and cane vines on both sides of the precipice, so she had smashed into pieces. However, during the long drop, her head bumped into the rock and bled. Her right hand and left foot were broken by the rocks that jutted out. By the time she had reached the stream, she had sunk into a coma. The knights stopped chasing, probably because they had not found a safe path leading downhill or they had thought she was dead. It had been midnight when she had woken up. She had used splashed chilling stream water to keep herself awake. Sometimes she had been able to catch several small fish and shrimps. Two days later, fishermen around there had found her and saved her life. Hero could remove her pain, but could not cure her wounds. Now, they had to go to the Western Region and see whether there were witches who could cure her. Anyway, she¡¯s come back alive! Satisfied, Yorko stood in the wind at the bow. The ship sailed towards Neverwinter with its sails stirring in the air. Chapter 678 Chapter 678: The New Orders of the Fjords Translator: TransN Editor: Meh A long-lost guest was ushered into Neverwinter on the end of the autumn twilight. She was the businesswoman, Margaret. Roland had prepared an extremely high-standard courtesy for the friend who was the first to come onboard and brought generous returns to Border Town during its difficult time. She was not only welcomed by the First Army¡¯s cannon firing but Roland had come to Shallow Beach to welcome her in person. ¡°That¡¯s very kind of you, Your Majesty,¡± Margaret smiled and said, ¡°I¡¯m simply an ordinary businesswoman.¡± ¡°The western region wouldn¡¯t be so developed today without your help,¡± Roland said in ease, ¡°Neverwinter will never let such a friend down.¡± Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce was a great help in both the initial acquisition of a large amount of food and also in leasing ships to transport the refugees in the later days. Even Theo had depended on Margaret¡¯s network and support to gain a firm foothold in the old king¡¯s city. Although these were not provided free of charge, Roland was very clear that many things could not be done with only the money. ¡°It¡¯s my honor to be your friend,¡± Margaret slightly bowed and said, ¡°Other than to fulfill the previously signed perfume contract, I¡¯ve brought you a new business opportunity this time.¡± She pointed to her back and said, ¡°They¡¯re the most popular businessmen in the Fjords and they¡¯re very interested in the plan of the steam-powered boat.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Would you please give me a brief introduction later?¡± According to his usual practice, eating and talking was the way to deal with the businessmen. The long table in the living room was filled with a variety of delicious food and the overseas visitors seemed to be particularly happy without eating fish. They had been trying to control themselves and behave as elegantly as possible as noble etiquette was not popular in the Fjords, but after a few drinks, the imitated etiquette was gone as the atmosphere was increasingly heated. Roland did not really care about this as he preferred a lively dining environment as opposed to the complicated dining rules in the palace. He also had a brief understanding of the visiting business group through the chit-chatting session. Other than Gammon and Marleen who first came to visit Border Town, there was also the Chamber of Commerce from Sunset Island and Shallow Water Town. Both of the islands in the south and the north next to Crescent Moon Bay formed a closely-connected business circle. Although the three islands were not very big in size, they held the most population and power as the first residential area in the Fjords. Besides, it was very competitive among them as could be seen from the size and scale of their ships. Each of the three-masted ships parked at the dock of Shallow Beach could carry around 300 people and cargos of similar weight. The price of such sailing ships was around 5,000 gold royals each excluding the sailors. It was obvious that both of the Chamber of Commerces did not want to fall behind Crescent Moon Bay in the competition of respect and power. After the desserts were served, it was time for the official discussion. ¡°Margaret mentioned that you want to purchase steam engine?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Nibelung, the person-in-charge of Shallow Water Town¡¯s Chamber of Commerce was the first to speak. ¡°However, other than the steam engine, we also hope to own a steam-powered boat like the one you sold to Crescent Moon Bay.¡± ¡°I heard that the modification fee you previously quoted was 1,800 gold royals and Sunset Island is willing to pay an extra 200 gold royals to modify 5 ships at the price of 2,000 gold royals each,¡± Atiyer, the businessman from Sunset Island said as he was unwilling to be left behind, ¡°Sunset Island¡¯s Chamber of Commerce can pay half of the deposit upfront.¡± They were apparently referring to the paddle steamer that Crescent Moon Bay purchased a year ago which was an almost obsolete technology to Roland. However, it would be a very cost-effective transaction to him as he could train the workers with this order while earning a good amount of money. ¡°It¡¯ll take two to three months to build a paddle steamer and it¡¯ll take around a year to build 5 ships. Barov, the City Hall Director, will sign the contract with you if you can accept that.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not a problem at all. However, Sunset Island has a small request,¡± Atiyer cleared his throat and said, ¡°We hope you can hire the craftsmen from the Fjords to build the ship.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Roland lifted his eyebrows and asked. ¡°It¡¯s just like the steam engine factory of Crescent Moon Bay, we¡¯ll provide you with a group of craftsmen and the ships they build will be first used by Sunset Island and then they can choose whether to leave or stay after the completion of 10 years.¡± ¡°Shallow Water Town also hopes to sign the same contract,¡± Nibelung added, ¡°Five sailing ships are only for the first order. There¡¯ll be at least five ships to construct every year after that if you agree with our request.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Roland thought, ¡°So, this is a big order which lasts for 10 years in which every completed transaction each year costs up to 10,000 gold royals. Additionally, they won¡¯t be controlled by others after 10 years as they¡¯ll have learned the detailed construction method by then.¡± In fact, he did not mind to spread this method at all. The paddle steamer was apparently outdated as compared to the steam turbine that was under development, along with the triple-expansion steam engine that was already in production. His initial purpose of signing a 10-year contract with Crescent Moon Bay, rather than to prevent the technology leaking out, was was for the craftsmen to adapt to the life of the western region, and afterwards, they would refuse to return to the Fjords and become a member of Neverwinter. It was just a seemingly beautiful castle in the air apart from the industry-based technology. Thinking about it, Roland knocked on the table and said, ¡°There¡¯s no problem in principle, but there could be some amendments needed on the details, such as changing the 10 year duration to five years¡­¡± Speaking of it, both of the two businessmen looked extremely happy about it. It was an even better choice for them if they could master the construction method of the steam-powered boat earlier. ¡°I can even give a 20% discount on the price if Shallow Water Town and Sunset Island are willing to let the craftsmen stay in the western region. What do you think?¡± ¡°This¡­¡± Both of them immediately hesitated as it was difficult to train a craftsman. However, it was hard for them to determine if it was a cost-effective deal for reducing the duration to five years with a few hundreds of people and an additional annual saving of 2,000 gold royals. ¡°Your Majesty, may I answer you later after I discuss it with the others in the Chamber of Commerce?¡± Nibelung asked. ¡°Yes. Of course,¡± Roland made a gracious hand gesture and said. ¡°Please excuse me temporarily.¡± Atiyer subsequently left the living room. ¡°So¡­¡± he shifted his gaze to Gammon and Marleen and said, ¡°Are you not here for the steam-powered boat?¡± The representatives of Crescent Moon Bay had been very calm when both the Chamber of Commerce was fighting to be the first to discuss the business. They only occasionally talked about their previous business with Border Town and it felt like they were not here for business but casual chit-chatting¡­ Such actions had raised Roland¡¯s curiosity. ¡°No, Your Majesty. We¡¯re also here for the steam-powered boat,¡± Gammon took a sip of the white liquor and said, ¡°but not the wooden paddle steamer. Crescent Moon Bay wants the indestructible steel ship that can split the storm, just like the one you built for Sir Thunder.¡± Margaret¡¯s look immediately changed after hearing this. Chapter 679 Chapter 679: A Generous Return Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Majesty, I absolutely did not disclose the information conferred between you and Sir Thunder to anyone¡­¡± She quickly explained. ¡°I know,¡± Roland waved and looked at Gammon with great interest. ¡°Where did you hear about this?¡± Although he did not regard the matter as confidential, it was almost impossible for the outsider to know about the steel ship as there were still a couple more months to go until it was fit to launch. Plus, only the bottom of the hull was completed at the moment and it was built in a totally enclosed shipyard. All the workers they had selected were the most skillful local residents. They would have to pay special attention if any locals were secretly in contact with the Fjords. ¡°It¡¯s big news in Fjords that Sir Thunder is recruiting new crews and that the campaign is on a much bigger scale than any of the recruitments in the past. It isn¡¯t a surprise that many people from Fjords have joined his team since there are many outstanding captains in Crescent Moon Bay.¡± Gammon said with a smile, ¡°The news regarding the magical steel ship also came from Thunder. He must take some hard measures to dispel the concerns of others about an in-depth exploration of the ocean to the west of Shadow Islands.¡± ¡°How many people know about this?¡± ¡°Not many, Your Majesty. The captain would not have revealed anything to us if he didn¡¯t receive a great help from Crescent Moon Chamber of Commerce earlier. After all, Sir Thunder is a lot more highly respected than us businessmen.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Roland nodded, ¡°however, I can¡¯t meet your demand since we cannot build a second ship in a short time as this kind of ship is extremely hard to build.¡± ¡°We understand, Your Majesty,¡± Marleen said, ¡°We¡¯re just hoping that you can sell the second steel ship to us after you complete the transaction with Sir Thunder. Crescent Moon Bay Chamber of Commerce is willing to pay 10% deposit up front and we¡¯ll pay 40% of the remaining once the project starts.¡± ¡°They have already started to talk about the deposit before they even know the price.¡± Roland once again realized the Fjords people¡¯s adventurous spirit. Perhaps they smelled the great potential of the ship much faster than any ruler of the Four Kingdoms. At least, he had never seen any great nobles who would pay a high price for something he had never seen before. ¡°The city of Neverwinter also needs more than one steel ship, so it¡¯ll be two or three years later by the time the shipyard has time to build you one.¡± Roland slowly said, ¡°Have you not considered to send your craftsmen to participate in the construction and sign a new ten-year or five-year contract? That might speed up the construction process, and you can also learn the relevant techniques.¡± ¡°You¡¯re kidding me,¡± Gammon felt a little embarrassed and said, ¡°We absolutely don¡¯t mean to covet it. We won¡¯t dare to ask for such techniques. With a steel ship like this, you can definitely become the most popular partner in the Fjord Islands, provided that it¡¯s really like what Sir Thunder described.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not kidding.¡± Roland took a sip of the drink and shrugged. ¡°¡­¡± It was their turn to be shocked this time. After a moment, Gammon said in disbelief, ¡°You mean¡­ you¡¯re willing to disclose the technologies to the Crescent Moon Bay Chamber of Commerce?¡± ¡°As long as you can provide enough craftsmen as I need not only blacksmiths and carpenters but apprentices as well,¡± Roland replied without hesitation. ¡°I¡¯ll need 2000 of them. You can recruit literate civilians to make up the number if you don¡¯t have that many. You need to provide the laborers within five years. In that case, we¡¯ll start the ship construction next year. Of course, you¡¯ll still bear the expenses incurred on shipbuilding.¡± ¡°I really don¡¯t know what you¡¯re thinking, Your Majesty,¡± Gammon said with a wry smile. ¡°Perhaps it¡¯s not your most valuable technology just yet?¡± Roland shook his head and said, ¡°The steel ship I¡¯m building for Thunder is the most cutting-edge technology that the city of Neverwinter has so far.¡± He was not making a fool of himself. ¡°So far¡± was indeed no exaggeration at this point of time¡­ Who knew what would happen five or six years later? ¡°Then, why are you¡­¡± Gammon startled. Then he waved with resignation and said, ¡°No, I¡¯d better not ask. The Crescent Moon Bay is willing to make the deal.¡± Why? Since the development of technologies could not be achieved without a foundation, not to mention those of ship construction. Fjords would not have enough manpower to maintain this huge industry, even if they were given mines, machines, and converters. When the first steam engine was introduced, the manufacturing industry could no longer be copied by a pair of skilled hands or a hammer. Roland could not help but remember the answer of the Black Sea Shipyard director when he was asked about the need of Varyag¡¯s construction, ¡°It needs the central party committee, the State Planning Commission, the military-industrial commission and nine Commissions of Industry for National Defence.¡± Although steel ships were not so highly demanded, it was also the result of the entire city of Neverwinter¡¯s joint production. Other than the core power parts and hull welding work that Anna was in charge of, the remaining parts had been distributed in batches to the assembly plant and processed by the common people. It would be an inevitable trend of industrial development. Therefore, he needed more manpower to achieve his goal rather than protecting the technologies from being stolen. The population of the city of Neverwinter was increasing drastically but it was not fast enough for Roland. However, he did not need to explain this to a businessman. The man would eventually understand five years later. ¡°What a wise choice! The steel ship will not let you down,¡± Roland lifted the glass and said, ¡°cheers.¡± ¡°Cheers¡­ what?¡± ¡°It means drink up the wine in a gulp for celebration,¡± he calmly explained. ¡°The new etiquette of the king¡¯s city.¡± ¡°Well, really? In this case¡­ cheers.¡± Both of the businessmen from Crescent Moon Bay were forced to drink up the white wine in their glasses. After a while, Nibelung and Atiyer also returned to the living room and agreed to sign the contract. As a result, the City of Neverwinter received the biggest order they ever had. It included a renovation deposit of 4,000 gold royals (the remaining 4,000 gold royals would be paid upon the completion of the construction), and a prepayment of 5,000 gold royals for the construction, both of which would be received by the end of the year. There would also be a total price set out according to the subsequent construction progress. He could already imagine Barov¡¯s grinning face. Once City Hall had such great revenues, they would be financially more capable of arranging a job for every citizen. Nibelung changed the topic after they had reached an agreement of the business, ¡°Your Majesty, we also heard that there are a lot of perfumes for sale here other than the ships, I wonder¡­¡± ¡°Miss Margaret had signed a contract with me six months ago. She¡¯ll be my sales representative and will be responsible for the sale of perfumes in the Fjord Islands after we open the Shallow Beach port. So, you should talk to her instead if you want to buy perfumes.¡± Roland added after seeing his regretful expression, ¡°However, the city of Neverwinter is also preparing to promote a brand new merchandise. Perhaps you will be interested.¡± At these words, he clapped his hands, and the guard who was on-duty outside the hall quickly came in with three glass bottles. The bizarre color of the clear liquid in the bottles immediately caught the businessmen¡¯s attention. Chapter 680 Chapter 680: The Joint Chamber of Commerce Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What¡¯s it? A new fruit wine?¡± Margaret curiously asked. ¡°If it¡¯s just a fruit wine, it won¡¯t be as easily sold as the perfumes,¡± Nibelung shook his head and said. ¡°That may not be the case,¡± Gammon said while looking at the glass bottle with interest, ¡°Not to mention the contents of the bottle, simply the unique container is worth several gold royals.¡± ¡°Is this a new product of Alchemist Workshop of the king¡¯s city?¡± Marleen added, ¡°I¡¯ve never seen such a big crystal glass bottle before.¡± ¡°The appearance isn¡¯t important, and the key lies within the product itself.¡± Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry for a moment as he did not expect these businessmen to be interested in the glass bottles first. The total cost of the colorless glass vessels was low as all it needed was to master the formula. However, he did not sell only the glass vessels as all the glasses produced in the city of Neverwinter was to supply for the chemical laboratory, perfume plant, and beverage plant. ¡°It¡¯s called Chaos Drinks as it¡¯s chaotic and unpredictable just like the name. Each of them is a unique treat.¡± He cleared his throat and pretended to be mysterious. ¡°I bet you¡¯ve never tasted the same taste. You may try it if you don¡¯t believe it.¡± All three bottles of drinks were carefully selected by Roland from Evelyn¡¯s beverages warehouse. They not only had their own characteristics, but two of the bottles had also been specially processed. One of the bottles was iced, which was freezing cold and pleasantly cooling. The other bottle was added with dry ice, which could be described as the world¡¯s first carbonate beverages. All the five merchants looked astonishing after taking a sip of it as Roland expected. ¡°How exactly was it brewed?¡± Atiyer smacked his lips. ¡°Those fruit wine has an indescribable taste as compared to the others.¡± ¡°Looking at this cup of green apple juice, it¡¯s still gushing air¡­ Oh God, is it breathing?¡± ¡°Apple? Even honey isn¡¯t so sweet!¡± The businessmen were each expressing their views while the toasting did not stop. They were continuously drinking until the three bottles were empty. ¡°Lap¡­¡± Gammon licked his lips as if he could not get enough of it. ¡°Your Majesty, your¡­ Chaos Drinks¡­ are fantastic!¡± ¡°Do you think it¡¯ll have a market if it was sold as a merchandise?¡± ¡°Of course!¡± The businessman from Crescent Moon Bay said without thinking, ¡°There may be a slight difference in the popularity of the three drinks, considering the difference of personal tastes, but they definitely are all rare wines! I bet no one will be interested in the top-grade fruit wine from the Kingdom of Dawn anymore after tasting these wines.¡± ¡°You¡¯re pretty honest.¡± Roland could not help but smile. Most businessmen would pick the flaws to keep their prices down if they wanted to buy the goods. Such straightforward praise was very rare. ¡°I don¡¯t dare to deceive Your Majesty, and I don¡¯t want to lie to my tongue,¡± Gammon paused for a moment and said, ¡°but I don¡¯t quite understand one thing.¡± ¡°Tell me about it.¡± ¡°Why would you give it such a weird name?¡± He picked up the iced empty bottle which had a thin hoar on it. ¡°For example, this¡­ can be called ¡®deep-sea icing¡¯. I can assure you that it¡¯ll appear on every banquet in the summer.¡± ¡°I think that bottle of numbing, green-colored drink can be called ¡®roe manna¡¯. The feeling of numerous fish eggs hatching on the tongue is really memorable,¡± Marleen added. ¡°I think so, too.¡± Margaret laughed. ¡°Although the word ¡®chaos¡¯ sounds very novel, it can¡¯t highlight their distinct characteristics. It¡¯ll sell better if you name it separately.¡± Roland pretended to be regretful and said, ¡°Unfortunately, these drinks are a unique enjoyment. In fact, these three bottles are the last stock.¡± ¡°Do you mean¡­ they¡¯re no longer brewed?¡± ¡°Yes, I can¡¯t tell you the process of brewing chaotic drinks. However, the end result is always changing and their only common point is that they¡¯re all very tasty. That¡¯s why I named it ¡®Chaos¡¯ and the quantity reduced with every mouth taken.¡± The crowd took a deep breath at the same time and everyone showed an unbelievable look. The scarcity was valuable and these items had an excellent quality of uniqueness¡­ It could definitely bring the Fjords¡­ and even the four kingdoms a trend. Gammon was the first to speak. ¡°Your Majesty, please let me be your agent for this. The Crescent Moon Bay fleet is spread across the coast of the four kingdoms and only we can bring you the most generous returns.¡± ¡°Crescent Moon Bay¡¯s maritime trading center has always been in the Kingdom of Dawn, when was the Everwinter trade route expanded?¡± The representative of Shallow Water Town Chamber of Commerce interrupted. Atiyer quickly added, ¡°The merchant ships that head to the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter are mostly from Sunset Island. You¡¯re deceiving His Majesty.¡± Roland stretched his arms out and interrupted the arguments of the three. ¡°In this case, let¡¯s set up a Joint Chamber of Commerce.¡± ¡°Joint¡­ Chamber of Commerce?¡± ¡°Yes, participants need to sit down and negotiate the area they¡¯re responsible for, and the city of Neverwinter is solely responsible for delivering the goods in order to avoid malicious competition to bring down the price.¡± He described the concept of regional agency as clearly as possible. ¡°You can plan for the division according to your own strength as all of you have a long-established business and your own familiar selling towns. In this case, you can quickly sell the goods and won¡¯t have to compete with the peers. The final income of sales will be divided according to the proportion of the contract. As a result, everyone involves will be protected.¡± The businessmen quickly understood the simple principle. ¡°Sounds good, but how to determine the specific area and division ratio? The beverages sent to the Kingdom of Everwinter and the beverages sold in the Fjords would have a huge costs difference.¡± ¡°The cost of transportation is definitely something to consider, and there are also manpower costs, selling prices, product output, etc. In general, agents with the highest costs will receive an extra credit due to the limited supply. The details of the provisions will definitely need to be gradually discussed to all parties¡¯ satisfaction.¡± It looked like it was decreasing the total income at the first glance. However, without malign competition, their profits would be much higher with the strengths of the three chambers of commerce. A lot of the products from the city of Neverwinter had so far only been consumed internally by the Convenience Market due to the lack of sales channels. The businessmen from the Fjords who built their fortunes by selling merchandises were the best channels for Roland. It was undoubtedly the most economical way for him to provide them the merchandises to be sold to every corner of the mainland in the future. ¡°I¡¯m willing to join.¡± Margaret was the first to show her support. The others also wanted to give it a try after seeing her declaration. Roland smiled and said, ¡°Rest assured, cooperating is always more powerful than standing alone. This will be a win-win situation for everyone as long as we work together.¡± Chapter 681 Chapter 681: The Preparation of Sleeping Island Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Sleeping Island in the Fjords. As the winter approached, the sea breeze swept through as the island became colder. Tilly could hear the sharp howling when the cold wind blew through the gap even with the window closed. Not many people would stroll outside the house at this time. However, there were always celebrations in the square of Sleeping Island with a grand bonfire that lasted for several days and pots of boiling hot fish soups. The witches had transformed the square into a lovely paradise with their abilities. Tilly also wanted to join the carnival and share the joy of the church¡¯s defeat, if only she did not have so many things to deal with. The witches¡¯ life had changed radically since she brought the news back. It was not the change of their living conditions but they had become mentally different. Everyone seemed to have their burdens lifted off their shoulders with more vivid eyes while they had clearly looked and spoke more freely and comfortably. They finally did not have to live in fear and worry anymore. The stress that had been pressing on them had finally broken down and the densely-gathered clouds disappeared. Their enthusiasms could not be dispersed even by the howling cold wind. ¡°This is probably the ¡®liberation¡¯ Roland mentioned,¡± Tilly thought. This was when Camilla Dary, the Chief Butler of Sleeping Island came into the house after knocking. ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯ve completed the preliminary statistic for the witches who¡¯re willing to go to the Western Region,¡± she said while sitting crossed-legged opposite of Tilly and she put a list down on the low table, ¡°and almost half of them have signed up to help the Western Region.¡± ¡°Really? It¡¯s better than I expected. You¡¯ve done a good job.¡± Tilly smiled and nodded while picking up the list to take a detailed look. Regarding the relocation to the Western Region, Princess Tilly had told the witches that they could go to support the construction of the city of Neverwinter in order to withstand a greater catastrophe, which was the Battle of Divine Will. In order to make sure everyone voluntarily made their choices, Tilly did not hide the facts about the witches¡¯ empires, the Union, and the demon. She had told everyone that the church was only part of the Union and that the real enemy of the human beings was the demons instead. They had no mercy or pity, so helping the Western Region was also helping themselves. Of course, she also made it clear that they could live a peaceful life on the island, if they did not want to leave. She had initially thought that many sisters would decide to stay on Sleeping Island as they might be intimidated by the new enemies or they had become fed up of dealing with the common people or they had doubt about the uncertain future. However, the statistical results showed that nearly half of them had decided to help. The demons that they had never seen were far less scary than the church and the witches¡¯ wish for the broader outside-world had not extinguished. ¡°They¡¯re interested in Prince Roland who defeated the pope and wanted to see how the lord who eradicated the witches¡¯ enemy looks like.¡± Camilla helplessly sighed. ¡°And, most importantly, your elder brother also gained a lot of extra points for himself with this identity and they had transferred the same trust they have in you to him.¡± ¡°You seem worried.¡± ¡°Of course, he¡¯s a noble and a common person after all. He¡¯s fundamentally different from us¡­ And, to be honest, blood sometimes can be a hurdle to the benefit.¡± The chief butler frowned and said, ¡°Your Highness, I¡¯m neither questioning your decision nor saying that your brother is a hypocrite, but what if¡­ I mean what if what he seeks is in contrary to the interests of the witches, and kill us like the other nobles?¡± ¡°I understand your concern, this decision was made after my repeated consideration.¡± Tilly put down the list and held Camilla¡¯s hand. ¡°The witches may be different from the common people but we all have the common goal under the threat of Battle of Divine Will which is to stay alive. Why not we take this opportunity to integrate into the world while forming an integral community of interests with the common people rather than completely dodging it? As our abilities go deeper into all sectors, Roland can¡¯t leave the witch¡¯s power even if he regrets and wants to cancel the agreement with Sleeping Island.¡± ¡°However¡­ will he let go of his control on us?¡± ¡°Based on what happened in the past six months, Roland did not seem to impose any additional restrictions on the witches. Otherwise, the Witch Union in the Western Region would not be supporting him without holding back.¡± Tilly smiled. ¡°And, I believe in my instincts more than these general principles.¡± ¡°Instinct?¡± ¡°Yeah¡­ I don¡¯t think he¡¯ll do that,¡± she slowly said while tapping the table. Camilla hesitated and finally laughed as if she was surrendering. ¡°Thinking about it now, your instincts are never wrong since I knew you.¡± ¡°It¡¯ll be the same this time.¡± Tilly smiled. ¡°I understand, Your Highness. I¡¯ll finish the preparatory work for the witches¡¯ relocation as soon as possible,¡± the chief butler said with a hand covering her chest. ¡°Thank you.¡± Princess Tilly was clear that Camilla who was born as a noble had lost her confidence to the noble as she had seen them stop at nothing to get powers and interests. However, she did not know that Tilly could feel that Roland was obviously not simply a traditional noble through her deeper contact developed with Roland. Roland treated everyone differently, not only the witches as compared to the noble. She called him ¡°brother¡±, not because of the relationship between her and the previous Prince Roland, but she simply liked this kind of barrier-free and unbiased relationship. When she talked to Roland, she could always feel relaxed and comfortable which she had not felt for a long time. She believed that the other witches also felt the same. ¡°Oh yeah, I recently heard some bad rumors.¡± Camilla changed the subject. ¡°What¡¯s the rumor?¡± ¡°It¡¯s about the news you brought back. Some of them think that they should also imitate the Union and create an organization with witches as the superiors to regain the glory of their ancestors since the witches had once created a huge empire that rules all the common people.¡± ¡°The source?¡± Tilly lifted her eyebrows and said, ¡°Is it the witches from the Bloodfang Association?¡± ¡°No¡­ they believe in loyalty to the strong. The Western Region could defeat the seemingly invincible enemies, and Iffy, Softfeathers, and Nightfall further confirmed them in this belief. The combat witches were the first to register to go to the city of Neverwinter.¡± Camilla shook her head. ¡°I¡¯ve surveyed and the source should be some other witch organization.¡± The witches in Sleeping Island were a large aggregation which was similar to the Witch Cooperation Association in Seawindshire. There were a few scattered groups other than the Bloodfang Association. These groups were generally built to evade the church¡¯s arrests and to help each other before Tilly¡¯s appeal. However, they did not have the power of Bloodfang Association and they had rarely gossiped about her policies. ¡°I understand.¡± She nodded. ¡°Do we need to talk to their leader?¡± ¡°No, let them be,¡± Tilly said, ¡°and they¡¯ll naturally understand that the Union has become history when they reach the Western Region. And, a completely new path is waiting for us.¡± Chapter 682 Chapter 682: A Never Lonely Road Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After Camilla Dary left, Ashes stepped out of the study. She sat on her knees on the rug, hands stretching out to Tilly, and said, ¡°come here.¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t pretend to be okay. There are no other people.¡± Ashes interrupted her. Tilly twitched her lips and finally moved her body. She thrust herself into Ashes¡¯ chest, back facing her. Hearing the strong heartbeats of Ashes coming through her clothes like rhythmical drumbeats, Tilly felt calm and reassured. ¡°Thank you,¡± Tilly said softly. ¡°Don¡¯t push yourself too hard. If we make a wrong decision, the worst scenario is that we go back to the Sleeping Island.¡± Ashes gently smiled and said, ¡°If you leave, I¡¯m sure Roland Wimbledon won¡¯t stop you, for you have all the witches in the Witch Union backing you up.¡± She paused for a while and continued, ¡°besides, you don¡¯t need speak so resolutely. In this way, you don¡¯t need to suffer such great pressure now.¡± Princess Tilly shook her head and said, ¡°I must be convinced before persuading the other witches to trust me. If I¡¯m somehow hesitant and confused, the decision will go nowhere.¡± Though she appeared to be very confident in the decision, she was still a little concerned. She was not worried about Roland. In fact, he had expressed his attitude when he had agreed to continue to use the Sleeping Spell to manage the immigrated witches. She was only concerned about two things. After living an exclusive life for nearly two years, could those 300 some witches smoothly fit in Neverwinter? When the Battle of Divine Will was over, would common people change their views about witches? These were unknown risks and also the problems Tilly had to think about. In the eyes of the other witches, she looked very confident and spunky, but only several witches understood her concerns. After all, from now on, she had to bear responsibilities for over 300 witches, not just for herself. It could be said that all the witches on Sleeping Island felt more relaxed after the church was defeated, except her, for her responsibilities were even greater. ¡°Just do what you¡¯ve thought.¡± Ashes embraced her from her back. ¡°The immigration won¡¯t start until the end of the next Months of Demons. If you still feel worried, you can spend the remaining months conducting a thorough investigation.¡± ¡°Is the Charming Beauty ready to sail?¡± ¡°Anytime.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget your textbooks and exercise book. You can learn some new knowledge on the way.¡± ¡°Uhm¡­If I read books in the cabin, I¡¯ll be seasick.¡± ¡°If you want to protect me, you have to become stronger than this. For example, you can try to be a legendary Transcendent¡­ How can you be stronger without studying?¡± Ashes mumbled agitatedly, ¡°OK, ok, I got it.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. If there is something that you can¡¯t understand, you can ask me at any time. You should know that I have nothing to do on the ship.¡± ¡°Yes, yes, yes. As you wish, Your Highness.¡± ¡°Fortunately, I am not alone anymore.¡± Tilly thought. No matter what will happen to them afterward, someone would always accompany me. ¡°Yeah,¡± Tilly replied her. She closed eyes and felt the warmth coming from her back. It felt like her heavy responsibilities were greatly reduced. The wind was still chilling outside the windows while the inside was warm like in spring. *************** To establish a Joint Chamber of Commerce was a complicated matter, for each treaty needed repeated amendments. Roland left it to Barov and Edith and then turned his attention to the winter operation plan. Undoubtfully, Months of Demons of this year came much later than that of last year. Today was the last day of late fall, but there were no signs of snow, except for a grey sky outside the windows. It was good news to Neverwinter. The later the Months of Demons came, the more residential buildings would be built by the construction team. Based on the reports of City Hall, the Western Region was richer in all materials this year than past years, especially in grain. The Stronghold Area had yielded ten times higher grain than the average amount of the past years. Luckily, Petrov had built grain storages in time and half of the wheat was sent to the Border Area, as the stronghold could not house such a large amount of grain. With enough grain, he felt more secured to do anything. Besides, there was enough ammunition. After Anna had improved the new generation machine tool and processing machinery, they were first used to process and load bullets, so the productivity had enhanced a lot. At the same, the shortage of bullets after the battle with the church was pretty much filled. Due to the fact that he had enough grain and weapons, Roland could not help thinking of other plans. The First Army took priorities to prevent demonic beasts and guard Neverwinter, but it seemed a waste to have thousands of soldiers all in the city. After all, most of demonic beasts would attack the big breach of Hermes while only a small part of separated beasts would attack one side of Misty Forest. Additionally, the firepower capability of the First Army was more than ten times stronger than that of last year. In such a case, some common demonic beasts could not even approach the city wall. Besides, why he was eager to make other plans was that there were no rivals on the whole continent against the First Army, not even demonic beasts. When fighting against Duke Ryan, he had had to spare no efforts and used all guns and cannons. But now, he just needed to dispatch a team of 500 soldiers, and they could defeat all knightage who dared to directly confront them. So when an army defended the city wall, he could also dispatch another unit to open a second battlefield. Was it possible to be a way of reducing the burden of next year¡¯s expedition? Roland found it not a tricky question. As before when Months of Demons came, endless heavy snow completely blocked the entire Western Region. However, since Neverwinter had dozens of cement carriers, land transportation was no longer a problem. Further, the First Army could also utilize Redwater River to transport soldiers and materials to their destination. As long as he made a good plan, Neverwinter could be totally capable of winning two battles at the same time. ¡°Ah, it sounds somehow a monopoly.¡± After receiving Hill¡¯s letter, Roland ordered the Nothern Region to be ready for a war. That was not a bluff. If the King of Dawn, Appen Moya, indeed neglected his warnings and arrested the messenger¡¯s party, he would have to change his plans and take the priority to force Appen to free them. However, a cross-border war required a considerable logistic support. If there were fewer soldiers, they could not continue fighting. Plus, Hermes Plateau which was guarded by the church would fall apart at any time. Therefore, it was not an appropriate time to declare a war to a neighboring country at this moment. But luckily, the delegation arrived safe and sound, so he could target a place closer to the Western Region. ¡°Your Majesty, did you request to see me?¡± As the door of the office was open, Iron Axe strode in. ¡°Are you interested in returning to your hometown in winter? If you go back now, it won¡¯t be so hot there yet.¡± Roland spread out a very roughly-drawn map of the Graycastle and pointed to the bulging corner in the south. He smiled and asked, ¡°I remember that both you and Echo come from the land of the desert?¡± He wanted to conquer the Southernmost Region in winter, the habitat for Mojin Clan. Chapter 683 Chapter 683: The Desert Plan Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°Your Majesty, do you plan to go on an expedition of conquest to Southernmost Region?¡± Iron Axe¡¯s ever peaceful face showed a rare agitation. ¡°But the Months of Demons are drawing near¡­¡± ¡°How many soldiers do you think should be left in Neverwinter to tackle the swarming demonic beasts?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Iron Axe deeply inhaled to suppress his agitation. ¡°Judging from the number of demonic beasts from last year, 1,000 soldiers would be able to guard the city wall.¡± ¡°So to be on the safe side, 2,500 soldiers would be sufficient to guard the city. Besides, a new round of recruitment has begun, which will safeguard Neverwinter,¡± Roland said, and then walked to the French window, ¡°so tell me about Southernmost Region. You should be the most familiar with the people there.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Iron Axe saluted. ¡°Over a half of the land in the Southernmost Region is composed of yellow sand. Oases are scattered along the western side of the desert along Silver Stream. Over 90% of the Mojins live amongst those oases. There¡¯s a city built on top of the biggest oasis, which is also the only city in Southernmost Region¡ªIron Sand City.¡± ¡°So Silver Stream is a river?¡± ¡°It could be counted as half a river.¡± Iron Axe explained. ¡°Most of it is buried underground, just like an underworld Styx¡¯s River; the parts that appear above the ground have formed oases. For this reason, the Mojins also call it the River of Life.¡± Roland turned around, asking curiously, ¡°Where did it come from? Judging from the map, there were no high mountains or lakes near it.¡± ¡°It originates from the sea, so it¡¯s a gift of the Sea God.¡± Iron Axe walked to the desk and pointed at the juncture of the west of Southernmost Region and a piece of green land. ¡°There¡¯s a huge limestone cave located here where the sea water constantly flows backward into. One could feel the trembling underneath the feet when standing on the ground.¡± ¡°Do you mean Silver Stream originates from the sea? But it has bred oases.¡± Since it breeds oases, it means Silver Stream is freshwater¡ªseawater contains too much salt, which makes it unsuitable for irrigation or drinking. So what Iron Axe said did not make sense. ¡°Mother Earth absorbed the salt in the seawater. White salt residue can be seen on the ground all over that area, which also isolated the grassland of the Kingdom of Graycastle. When people need salt, they only need to lift a bucket and scoop the salt from the ground.¡± ¡°Is this the superb craftsmanship of nature? The dirt underneath the yellow sand filtered the salt and made the area into saline-alkali soil.¡± Roland could not help but exclaim. It seemed that besides petroleum, now he had one more sort of resource to exploit. ¡°How many residents are there in Iron Sand City?¡± ¡°Around 40,000.¡± ¡°Even more than the old king¡¯s city of Graycastle?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, the city of the Sand Nation is different from the king¡¯s city.¡± Iron Axe smiled. ¡°There¡¯s only one nuclear urban area which provides residence for the power-holders of the six clans. The surrounding areas are filled with tents or thatched cottages. After layers of extension, the city became the way you see it now¡ªas soon as one steps onto the oasis, one enters the domain of Iron Sand City.¡± ¡°Then how about the Mojins that live in other oases? There should be quite a few of them, right?¡± Roland asked. Human resource was the key to quickly convert the local specialty into a practical resource. But it was unlikely that he would send a lot of people from the city of Neverwinter to mine petroleum, so he had to rely on the locals to work for him. The commander-in-chief nodded. ¡°There are no statistics about it, but I think there are at least 100,000 residents.¡± Then I could build several mining stations and one pipeline, which should be enough. The next problem would be deciding how to control the residents. ¡°Well, last time you mentioned the holy duel. What was it about? How did the Mojins determine the right to rule?¡± Iron Axe gave a very detailed reply to those questions. It took almost half an hour before Roland finally understood the Sand Nation¡¯s ruling structure and succession. Putting aside the promotions within the clans, strength was the only thing that was considered trustworthy to those aliens who upheld force. The ruling parties in Iron Sand City were usually constituted by six clans who did not get their powers by inheriting but by fighting with strength. But in order to avoid the clans from losing too many of their own whilst pursuing power, which would consequently weaken their combined strength in the face of external danger, picking a few representatives to duel became their best choice. Over time, this rule was universally acknowledged over the Sand Nation and was bestowed with a sacred meaning¡ªthe big clans which were stationed in Iron Sand City and the newly born small clans that lived in oases all respected the result of the holy duels. Anyone who tarnished the duels would be condemned by all the civilians of Sand Nation. ¡°Do you mean the prime rulers of the Mojins are the leaders of each clan?¡± Roland asked in confusion, ¡°Don¡¯t you have a figure like the chief?¡± ¡°The chief?¡± ¡°I mean a leader who rules all the clans, someone like the King of the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Iron Axe hesitated. ¡°Among the clans, they used to say that there were two ways that the Sand Nation civilians would obey willingly¡ªone was to get the acknowledgment and blessing of the Three Gods. The other was to open up the unmeasured vastness of oases for the nation to eliminate the overwhelming sandstorm, so as to remove the threats of thirst and death for the Sand Nation.¡± ¡°The acknowledgment of the Three Gods¡­ How does that work?¡± Roland asked, frowning. ¡°In the Land of Fire, one is supposed to offer the sacrifices to the Three Gods who¡¯re the Giant Scorpion with Armor that governs the earth, the Unicorn Sea Beast that dominates Southernmost Cape, and the Four-winged Eagle that rules the sky.¡± Iron Axe stopped for a while. ¡°These three beasts appear and disappear mysteriously. They¡¯ve taken numerous lives yet their dens remain oblivious to the humans. Baits and traps don¡¯t work on them¡ªI assume they¡¯re some sort of hybrid demonic beasts which might have gained basic wisdom.¡± ¡°Both ways aren¡¯t easy to achieve, especially the second one. To make an oasis out of a desert is almost like the power of God.¡± Roland fell into a deep meditation. By making Echo the chief again as revenge for being framed five years ago won¡¯t help much with my integration of the entire Southernmost Region. Although the six clans have different social status, they don¡¯t have a direct affiliation, not to mention those Sand Nation civilians scattered in the oases. I have to find a way to make myself the Grand chief of the Mojin Clan. Besides, I should also consider the way of the holy duel. The First Army probably could defeat the guards of Iron Sand City like smashing rotten wood, but to make the Sand Nation civilians submit to me willingly isn¡¯t that easy. The most suitable way to annex would be by following the rules made by the Mojin Clan itself. ¡°Can an outsider be invited to attend the duel?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not a problem,¡± Iron Axe replied with affirmation, ¡°I¡¯m a mixed-blood, but I could also attend a duel representing the Osha Clan. As a matter of fact, brave gladiators are usually well-liked by the big clans. This is also the only hope for the small clans to have a chance at climbing the ranks¡ªif there are three or four brave warriors among their descendants, they have a better chance to get a good rank during the holy duels.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland said with a smile, ¡°That makes it easier.¡± Chapter 684 Chapter 684: The First Winter Snow Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Three days later, namely the second day after winter arrived, Barov delivered the message that the Joint Chamber of Commerce contract had been successfully signed. The result of the negotiation was that Margaret got the dealership of the inner land of the Kingdom of Graycastle; Sunset Island and Shallow Water Town got the dealership of their own lands, Kingdom of Everwinter, and the Kingdom of Wolfheart; Crescent Moon Bay got the dealership of the Fjords islands and the Kingdom of Dawn. To Roland¡¯s surprise, he saw an equation on the contract, which set some conditions into unknown numbers that would be determined according to specific circumstances. In this way, the annual shares could be derived for that year. ¡°Who wrote this?¡± Roland asked with curiosity. ¡°My student,¡± Barov smilingly replied while stroking his beard, ¡°While summarizing the numbers, he found a complex annexed table which could be better expressed by this formula and all three parties agreed with its precision.¡± ¡°But I remember such a formula wasn¡¯t covered by the universal education.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t Your Majesty start an intermediate class? I bought each of my students a set of maths textbooks and asked them to attend Lady Scroll¡¯s class whenever they had time.¡± Barov exclaimed. ¡°I¡¯m too old to catch up with these young fellas at learning, so I had to leave this opportunity to them. If I were 10 years younger, I would carry these materials that Your Majesty wrote and study them all day.¡± Roland was very much pleased by this flattery. His minister must have had good foresight if he realized that maths could be helpful to finance and administration. ¡°How about Edith? How did she perform during this negotiation?¡± ¡°Just so-so.¡± Barov coughed twice. ¡°Although those merchants were fascinated by her, when it came to the specific trade terms, she clearly showed a deficiency in experience. I guess she had little contact with maritime merchants. After all, the commerce and trade in the Northern Region are underdeveloped, unlike the old king¡¯s city where the Treasurer had to attend to visiting the Fjords merchants every day. There was a time¡­¡± ¡°I see.¡± Noticing Barov was starting to reminisce, Roland immediately interrupted him. ¡°Since that¡¯s the case, please put more effort into teaching her.¡± The old minister was startled. ¡°Um, this¡­ Your Majesty, actually she¡¯s¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s decided,¡± Roland said gloatingly. Judging from the frequency that Nightingale pinched the back of his shoulder, he knew that Barov was not telling the truth. But he did not meddle with such little snitching tricks among his subordinates, as long as they did not screw things up. ¡°Well, what¡¯s the increase in population in Neverwinter? Has it reached our expectation?¡± Although there was about one month before the end of the year, since the winter had come, the immigrant emissaries would gradually return to Neverwinter so it led to a drastic reduction of people moving away. The current figure would already determine whether the goal of population increase had been realized. Once this was mentioned, Barov¡¯s face expanded into a smile. The wrinkles on his face were almost squeezed into ravines and the awkwardness also vanished into thin air. ¡°Your Majesty, City Hall has made a calculation. The subjects that immigrated from other places exceeded 80,000, with 50% of them coming voluntarily. If we include the natives of the Border Area and the Longsong Area, the population in Neverwinter has now reached 110,000.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland was elated. ¡°50% of them came voluntarily?¡± ¡°Most of them were from the center area of the kingdom and the Eastern Region. It was not obvious in spring and summer, but in autumn this percentage began to increase. At this rate, those Rebels who support Timothy will become anxious next year.¡± This must have been a result of Theo spreading the message of the church¡¯s defeat in the Eastern Region, but yet Roland had hoped that those nobles would resist longer. He was looking for an excuse to eradicate them altogether so as to give the Eastern Region subjects a stable and orderly new kingdom. ¡°Have you made preparations for winter?¡± ¡°Yes, City Hall completed preparations two months ago,¡± Barov replied with complete confidence, ¡°The Ministry of Construction had entrusted Miss Lotus to build a batch of cave dwellings between the Impassable Mountain Range and Redwater River, in replacement of the air-leak shanties. We¡¯ve also hoarded a large volume of charcoal to ensure every civilian gets one basket.¡± After Roland¡¯s repeated emphasis, City Hall had finally gotten used to the slogan of ¡°no one freezes or starves to death¡± as their administrative goal and implementing it to every policy. Roland nodded with gratification and said, ¡°Good. Please pass my word to Scroll and tell her not to forget about education during winter.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Besides, I plan to wage a minor scale war on the premise, obviously without affecting the normal operation of Neverwinter. My target is the Southernmost Region. When Iron Axe has done the specific battle plan, please coordinate with him to assemble the supplies.¡± Looking at Barov who was hesitating about replying, Roland walked to him and patted him on the shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ve everything under control.¡± ¡­ After Barov left, Nightingale showed herself. She asked with bewilderment, ¡°Are you sure this is alright? What he said about Edith was clearly far from reality. One doesn¡¯t have to use magic power to figure that out.¡± ¡°But if I criticize him for that, he may never dare to suppress Edith openly again,¡± Roland said with his hands laid out, ¡°In order to maintain the balance in City Hall, there has to be someone who can restrain the Pearl of the Northern Region. As far as I know, Barov is the only one capable of that.¡± ¡°But why do you want to restrain her? If she has the capability of managing City Hall, it wouldn¡¯t do you any harm.¡± ¡°Because¡­¡± Roland opened his mouth but did not know what to say. Right, why would I want Edith to be restrained? Am I worried about her getting too strong? That¡¯s highly unlikely. As long as I¡¯m the king, I could get her replaced with one word. Besides, City Hall isn¡¯t allowed to interfere with the army, so even if she controlled all the departments of City Hall, she would still not pose a threat to my throne. As a matter of fact, since all the employees in City Hall were selected according to the recruitment notices and paid by the treasury, the possible influence caused by replacing a manager would be minimized. Am I worried that she would go behind everybody¡¯s back to falsify my policies? At least it would not happen in Neverwinter because all the comments on his policies would reach Roland¡¯s ears. And since the city¡¯s area was limited, messages traveled in real-time. Before he arrived in this world, check-and-balance was the method that he hated the most. Especially in his workplace, his boss regarded it as the Monarchy trickery, and thus he viewed his boss with contempt. But when he came to power, he began to realize its importance¡­ If Nightingale had not reminded him, maybe he would have become the kind of person that he hated the most. Indeed, check-and-balance was needed but it should not be achieved by playing the game of powers with another person or several other persons. Instead, it should be regulated by policies, structure and laws. Without violating any of these frameworks, an employee should be encouraged to put his or her ability into full play. Roland let out a deep breath and curled his lips. He was about to thank Nightingale for her reminder when he realized she was staring outside of the window wholeheartedly. ¡°Look, it¡¯s snowing.¡± She whispered. Roland looked over and found that countless white flakes silently appeared from the gray sky and slowly descended as soft-footed elves. The Months of Demons had begun. Chapter 685 Chapter 685: Overwhelming Disaster Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Underground Pivotal Secret Temple, the Holy City of Hermes Tayfun had not slept well for over two consecutive months. Every time he closed his eyes, the screams of Ayr Archbishop would reverberate in his ears. She had got shot in her stomach by the enemy¡¯s weapon and been dragged back by the Judgement Army. All her intestines had been in a mess, and no herbal treatment in the holy city had been able to cure her wound. After two days¡¯ struggle, she had finally died in great pain. Tayfun had become skeptical about the Graycastle¡¯s real power when the church¡¯s spearhead led by Soli Daal had suffered a sharp defeat. He had repeatedly suggested His Holiness Mayne think twice and do more investigation before the action, but the Pope had remained unmoved and ordered the church¡¯s main force to immediately launch an attack against the defense line of Graycastle at the foot of Coldwind Ridge. He had expected that the church was going to pay a price for this hasty decision, but he had never thought that it would be such a terrible price. More unexpectedly, the church¡¯s elite troop, the invincible God¡¯s Punishment Army had also been defeated. The moment he had heard this unbelievable news, he had coughed out blood and passed out on the top floor of the Tower of Babel. He had found out more inconceivable things after that. None of the Pure Witches had come back and His Holiness Mayne had been no where to be found after the war. Not until he had taken a bold decision to break into the Pivotal Secret Area had he known the truth from the guards there. They had told him that Mayne was not the real successor of His Holiness O¡¯Brien and the one who had received scepter and crown from the previous Pope was Pure Witch Zero. Given that, the Holy City had even lost the Pope at that moment. Under such circumstances, the only thing that Tayfun had been able to do was to keep this secret underground forever. He had made all the people who had come down here with him join the Pivotal Secret Temple. He himself had started to serve as the Pope temporarily. In the following month, Tayfun had spent all his time on restoring the order of the Holy City and reading the secret history stored in the Library. His reading had enabled him to know all the truth, including the secret reasons for hunting and killing witches, the creation of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, the origin of the church and the collapse of the witches¡¯ empire. These records had overthrown his worldview. He had never thought even in his wildest dreams that the church had been built by witches. Such a powerful witch empire ruling the whole Barbarian Land still failed to eliminate the demons. What about the church? The God¡¯s Punishment Army and the Sigils of Magic Stones we treasure are nothing but a legacy of those exiled ancient witches. Tortured by these unsettling thoughts, he had quickly fallen into a torpor. After two months which had seemed like two years to him, his face had become heavily wrinkled like the old Bishop and his movement slow like a dying man. However, knowing that if he fell down now, the church would be finished, he had kept on working and refused to stop. He had promoted many soldiers of the reserve force as Judgement Warriors and chosen new Archbishops from middle-ranking believers at the fastest speed. He had called on his people to defend the Holy City to the last man, stabilizing the situation at a very difficult time. However, he himself was clear about all the troubles behind the stable facade. Nothing could rapidly compensate for the loss of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. The young soldiers from the reserve force could hardly compete with the experienced warriors in terms of fighting capacity. If it was during peace-time, he would get a chance to make up for the loss; but now Months of Demons were approaching, if he could not stop demonic beasts, the church would have no future. To survive the coming Months of Demons, he planned to assemble all the nobles¡¯ troops in Wolfheart and in Everwinter to defend the Holy City in the same way the Four Kingdoms had jointly defended on the Hermes defense line before. He expected that it would not be an easy thing. When those nobles who still kept their domains and knights got the news about the church¡¯s defeat, they would probably plan to fight against the church again. Given that, after most of the Graycastle¡¯s army left the Northern Region, he sent out the remaining God¡¯s Punishment Army of over 100 soldiers in the Holy City to the kingdoms with the emissary delegations as a means of forcing the nobles to obey his orders. After those God¡¯s Punishment Warriors left, both the old and new Holy Cities¡¯ defense was weak as never before. Now, Tayfun had no choice but to pray that the emissary delegations would bring Hermes reinforcements before demonic beasts started to attack. He rubbed his sore eyes and closed the ancient book about the incarnation ceremony of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. When he was about to make himself some coltsfoot tea to relieve his headache, he heard an outburst of fighting sounds. Trembling with shock, he dropped his teacup and smashed it into the ground. How come invaders could get here? With this question in mind, he walked to the window and looked down. In the dim light of the prism of magic stone, he saw a crowd of people continue to move toward Pivotal Secret Temple. They were incredibly fast and killed every guard who came up to stop them with only one strike. The guards¡¯ armors seemed completely useless in protecting them from the invaders¡¯ blades. Soon, the grayish-white steps were covered with blood and the invaders arrived at the gate of the temple in the blink of an eye. At this moment, he heard a loud bang on the door. A Praetorian Guard rushed in and said to him, ¡°Your Eminence, Pivotal Secret Temple is under attack. Please leave right now!¡± This guard was the Pope¡¯ bodyguard. He was followed by a dozen God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Tayfun shouted in a hoarse voice, ¡°how did they get in here?¡± He could not believe what he saw. ¡°To come down to this underground area, they¡¯ve got to take the cage or get through the secret stronghold of the old Holy City. Nobody, even the soldiers of the Graycastle, can unobtrusively capture both the old and the new Holy Cities and control the entrances to this place unless they have wings!¡± The Praetorian Guard looked pale. ¡°The enemies are from the depths of the cave. Please, Your Eminence, come with me immediately. Otherwise, it¡¯ll be too late.¡± ¡°The depths of¡­ the cave?¡± Tayfun echoed in disbelief, as he knew that place had nothing except some circular holes. Shocked and puzzled, he followed the Praetorian Guard to a secret tunnel along the wall and quickly got to the bottom floor of the temple. The Praetorian Guard opened a stone trapdoor at a corner and said to him, ¡°Your Eminence, as no one guards the cage, it may not be a safe passage now. I¡¯ll escort you to the tunnel leading to the old Holy City. Please take more people here to defend the Pivotal Secret Temple as soon as possible.¡± When he got of the tunnel, his heart sank to the bottom. A dozen invaders already waited there with their swords, seeming to have known they would come out from there. A man came up and said, ¡°I thought I would never get a chance to set foot in the Holy City again. The successors of the Queen of Starfall City are nothing more than this.¡± He wore strange-looking armors which looked like a stack of sheetmetal and carried a sword whose blade was stained with black-blue blood. When Tayfun fixed his eyes on the man¡¯s face, all his blood froze in a second. He had seen this man before. ¡°He¡¯s Ellington, the Chief Justice of the Sixth Legion¡¯s advance force. This brave man volunteered to join God¡¯s Punishment Army three years ago. Before he went to his incarnation ceremony, he came to say goodbye to me,¡± Tayfun recalled. He felt that a strange chillness crept up through his spine and burrowed into his head. Terror seized him and made it hard for him to move his tongue. ¡°Wh-What¡­ monsters¡­ are you?¡± Chapter 686 Chapter 686: The Legacy of Deities Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The man who looked like Ellington sneered, ¡°monster? Isn¡¯t this body created by you? You made this kind of extraordinary warrior with the witches¡¯ blood and God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, but unfortunately, they were defective. Because of the lack of key steps, they don¡¯t have souls, but you still placed great hope on them. You believe these soulless semi-finished products can compete with demons on the battlefields, but now when you see a real finished product you call it a ¡®monster¡¯? ¡± ¡°A real¡­ finished product?¡± Tayfun¡¯s heart began to thump, as he found this man seemed to know better than himself the process of creating God¡¯s Punishment Army, a top secret of the church. ¡°All-out attack, kill them all!¡± the Praetorian Guard ordered. The ten God¡¯s Punishment Warriors following him quickly came to the front to protect the Archbishop. They moved incredibly fast, lunging at the invaders. However, these invaders were also God¡¯s Punishment Warriors and even stronger than them. They did not outnumber church¡¯s warriors, but they fought much more skillfully. They lured them close and broke them apart. Every time one of the church¡¯s warriors was fighting against someone in front of him, he would soon get attacked from behind. Under such circumstances, even Tayfun could tell it was better to retreat. However, a church¡¯s warrior would not know how to react unless his controller, the Praetorian Guard, gave him further order. Controlling 10 warriors at the same time, the guard was unable to take care of every situation in this fight, so the church¡¯s warriors were clearly at a disadvantage to the invaders who were equally strong but could act independently. These extraordinary warriors of the church soon lose their combat capability when they were separated. The invaders quickly killed them all without any casualties. The leader of the invaders, the ¡°Ellington¡±, easily hacked the Praetorian Guard to death at the end of the fight. After that, he lifted his sword and put it on the old Bishop¡¯s shoulder, who was standing petrified with shock. The black-blue blood of the church¡¯s God¡¯s Punishment Warriors and the red blood of the Praetorian Guard mixed on the blade and dripped into Tayfun¡¯s collar. Tayfun said with a trembling voice, ¡°you¡­ can¡¯t kill me. If I die, the Holy City will collapse¡­ When that happens, who will stop demonic beasts? If they break through the defense line of Hermes, I¡¯m afraid the four kingdoms will fall into¡ª¡± The leader of the invaders interrupted, ¡°fall into ruins? Save it. You can deceive ignorant believers with this story, but we know what those demonic beasts are looking for. If it was not you that have brought it here, why would those dumb beasts swarm to this trap of ice and snow during Months of Demons when the magic power peaked in the year?¡± ¡°What¡­ I don¡¯t understand what you mean¡­¡± This leader looking like Ellington shrugged and said, ¡°what? It seems that you¡¯ve not even seen the relic. What a pity.¡± The bishop was about to say something, but suddenly he felt cold in his neck. Soon endless torpor and coldness occupied his mind. *************** Elena kicked the old man¡¯s head up, sending it flying and saw his body slowly fall down to the ground. She took back her sword in satisfaction and said, ¡°let¡¯s go. Time to finish our task.¡± Someone pulled her back from behind, saying, ¡°wait, you¡¯re hurt. Stop the bleeding first, or your body will get out of control.¡± ¡°Where¡¯s the wound?¡± ¡°In your waist. You¡¯ve got to take off the armors first.¡± Elena cursed, ¡°this damn body. It doesn¡¯t feel a thing at all.¡± She took off her chest and back armors, revealing a well-built upper body. ¡°Gee, look at this. It would cost at least fifty gold royals back in Taquila. To be honest, have you ever looked into the mirror and¡­¡± The one who was treating Elena¡¯s wound interrupted, ¡°come on, Betty. Isn¡¯t that kind of fantasies like torture for us? I don¡¯t even dare to recall the days in Taquila. As compared to the life in the past, my life now resembles being imprisoned in a cage of endless void.¡± Someone immediately agreed with her, saying, ¡°Carol is right. If someone can make me feel what it¡¯s like to sleep with a man again, I¡¯ll give anything to marry him¡­ No, I¡¯ll even treat him as my lord.¡± ¡°A man? Come on. I¡¯ll be satisfied if I can eat delicious fried steak with butter again.¡± ¡°I just want to do some sunbathing¡­¡± ¡°Damn it, who brought up this subject?¡± ¡°Miss Betty.¡± ¡°I just wanted to make some casual conversations. This is the body I wanted to have in the first place¡­¡± Elena got a little upset and shouted, ¡°stop it! Don¡¯t forget the purpose of our trip! The others were still waiting for us at the top of the tower. Concentrate your mind!¡± She led the team into the secret tunnel after Carol finished treating the wound. They got up to the library through the tunnel. Another group of witches looking like God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were waiting there. These witches were the remaining members of the Union. Elena sighed in her heart, ¡°lady Natalya, have you seen? We win in the end.¡± She asked, ¡°have you found the location of the relic?¡± Zoe, the leader of the other team, came up and said, ¡°the old place. Everthing is arranged in the same way as that in the Holy City of Taquila. By the way, why did you spend so much time down there? Are you sure that you didn¡¯t let go of a person? Elena coughed twice and said, ¡°of course, everything went well, so by agreement¡­¡± ¡°We¡¯ll touch the relic together.¡± She nodded, saying, ¡°that¡¯s it. Let¡¯s get started.¡± This relic, the deities¡¯ legacy, was the origin of Battles of Divine Will and the top secret of the Union. In fact, before the collapse of the witches¡¯ empire, none of them had known about it. When the old order had disintegrated and they had hidden underground, all the survivors like them had finally heard it from the Three Chiefs. From then on, they had become equals and formed a classless group searching for the way of defeating demons, as they had been clear that each and every survivor of the Union would have been equally important in this process. Thinking that she was going to touch an object created by deities, Elena felt her heart was beating faster. However, she knew it was just an illusion, as she could feel nothing in this body. Following Zooey, she walked through a trapdoor behind a book shelf and got up to the top of the library. Up there, she saw a narrow room without a window, which had nothing inside except a Magic Stone giving out dim blue light above her head. ¡°Is this the Prayer Room mentioned by Pasha?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Zooey lifted up an iron hammer and smashed it against the wall. With a dull thud, it left only a small white spot on the wall. ¡°It doesn¡¯t seem to be here.¡± she said and chose another position to hammer. After several attempts, the wall area opposite to the entrance cracked. ¡°Find it! Come here to help me,¡± Zooey said. Elena drew out her long sword and came up. They struck at the wall together and soon opened a gap which was half their height. Looking at the gap, they found that the broken wall was almost as thick as half an arm¡¯s length and both sides of the wall were brushed with a thick layer of mortar. Given that, they could never find this section of hallow wall simply by knocking at the walls and listening to the knocking sound. Looking through the gap, they found a even smaller secret chamber instead of another passage leading to the underground. In this chamber, Elena saw the relic of deities. Chapter 687 Chapter 687: The Secret of the Relic Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The relic was a piece of transparent carmine crystal. Similar to the magic core in the maze ruins, it was also a spindle apparatus, but it was much smaller, only half a man¡¯s height. When Elena stepped into the chamber, however, it looked different. Its smooth spherical surface changed into a sharp right angle. From above, it seemed to be a quarter a sphere. It stayed afloat by itself in the air as the magic core did, which proved it was uncommon. ¡°Is this the thing that determines the fate of the mankind?¡± Elena thought. She was filled with doubts and at the same time felt a little irritated about the deities. According to Pasha, no one knew how it had appeared in this world, but the moment it had come, it had been bound to the fate of human beings. If the mankind loses it, all people including witches and the common people would die in an instant. In order to protect the relic, countless people had fought bloody battles against demons and died on the battlefield. Seeing the suffering of the mankind, deities, however, had never given people any instruction. They just kept watching what was happening in silence, waiting for the ultimate winner. Elena felt disgusted at this game. At this moment, Zooey asked her, ¡°are you ready? Remember what Pasha said to us? Control our minds and never try to connect with the deities when moving the relic.¡± Elena replied with a nod, ¡°don¡¯t worry. I remember. I¡¯ll count to three and then we¡¯ll move it together?¡± Zooey gestured a ¡°yes¡±. ¡°One, two, three.¡± They lifted the relic while moving outward. It could float in the air, but was not as light as a feather. With a strong body of a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, Elena still felt it very heavy on her arm when she lifted it. It was exhausting. If Pasha had never told her the truth about this feeling, she would have been thinking that it¡¯s her senses long time forgotten coming back to her after hundreds of years. This ¡°sense of fatigue¡± was mental. The relic attempted to connect with them. Elena shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts, but suddenly she remembered that she should not empty her mind. Given that, she thought she had better think about something during this process. What should I think now? A man¡­ or tasty food¡­ or a soft bed? A voice got into her mind all of a sudden. ¡°What you want is feelings, comfort, happiness, pains, coldness, hotness, and so on. I can give them to you. Relax and look at me¡­¡± ¡°What to look at? No, no!¡± Elena¡¯s eyes widened in surprise. ¡°Who¡¯s talking? Is it the relic?¡± She turned to look at Zooey and found her eyes dull. Now she seemed like an empty shell without a soul. ¡°Damn it, what¡¯s going on? Pasha didn¡¯t tell us that something like this would happen!¡± Elena thought anxiously. The voice in her head started again. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, she just follows her own heart and integrates into me.¡± ¡®Let her out!¡± ¡°I can¡¯t. You must come in to take her out¡­¡± The voice in her head started to change, from a raucous sound to a soft female voice. For a moment, she could not tell whether she was communicating with the relic or with herself. ¡°Get in to take her out?¡± At this moment, Pasha¡¯s warning flashed across her mind. ¡°Never try to connect with the deities.¡± But she could not just stand by seeing Zooey lose her mind. A shell without a soul would die soon. Given that, she decided to pull Zooey out of the relic first. ¡°I just need to look at the relic?¡± she wondered. She took a deep breath and then looked at the carmine crystal. She saw it distorting, and then darkness possessed her. When she started to see things again, she found she was in a totally different world. It was an incredibly lofty and spacious hall. Its dome was the scene of a starry sky with a Bloody Moon in it. She could see magic power flowing on the surface of the Bloody Moon like boiling lava, and then four giant paintings silently draped and surrounded her. The hall, the Bloody Moon and the paintings filled her with awe beyond description. She had only heard about this world from Pasha. This was the first time for her to witness such an unbelievable scene. ¡°Zooey! Where are you?¡± she shouted. But no one answered. The paintings were the only things in the hall now. She forced herself to calm down and look at the paintings. Immediately after she cast a glance at them, she felt her back was covered with cold sweats, as she found they were looking back at her at the same time. In the first painting, she saw a demon wearing fine armors stood up from its throne. Its pupils were giving out dreadful red light, and it was moving toward her step by step. In the second painting, she saw a giant eye, in which there were many pupils arraying in a triangle shape in the eyeball. They opened at the same time like giant mouths that were going to devour people up. She could not help moving backward, but she still encouraged herself in silence, ¡°don¡¯t panic. They are just moving pictures.¡± However, she lost her composure in just a few seconds. All of a sudden, six or seven black tentacles which had small hands at the end poked out from those two paintings, trying to grab her. Too frightened to react, she was caught by them. Each group of tentacles tried their best to pull her into their own painting, not wanting to give her to the other group as if she were a rare trophy. Hung between the two painting, she felt she was going to be torn apart. The unbearable pain made her scream. Wait¡­ I feel the pain? At this moment, she was shocked to find her appearance had changed back to a witch again. So the last feeling I get before death is the pain of being torn apart. That¡¯s alright¡­ at least, I won¡¯t die in an empty shell, in a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior¡¯s body. Her consciousness slowly escaped her as the pain increased. Before she blacked out, she found something strange in another painting. She saw that the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior shell she had was lying on the ground with twitching limbs, and Zooey was holding her legs and dragging her toward a trap door. She wondered, ¡°what¡¯s going on? Didn¡¯t that silly girl merge with the relic?¡± Right at the moment, the hall collapsed instantly. The Bloody Moon, the paintings, the tentacles and her pain all disappeared in a sudden. She blinked her eyes and found she was in the library again. ¡°Is that a¡­ dream?¡± she murmured. Zooey gnashed her teeth and said, ¡°what dream? You really disappointed me. Remember what Pasha told you? Never try to connect with the deities! I reminded you before we moved the relic!¡± ¡°But I saw you lose your mind¡­¡± Zooey interrupted impatiently, ¡°and I saw you being swallowed by the relic. It was nothing but an illusion created by the deities! If I didn¡¯t pull you out, you would stay inside forever.¡± Thinking of the powerful tentacles, the demon and the giant eye in the paintings, Elena found it hard to believe they were just illusions. She still felt uncertain. Since Pasha had never personally experienced the relic, it was reasonable that she had not reminded her of those illusions. However, based on what she had experienced just now in the relic, it was not an illusion at all, as the things in the painting had noticed her the moment she had glanced at them. Betty interrupted, ¡°sorry, I don¡¯t mean to butt in, but what should we do next?¡± Zooey glanced at Elena again and said, ¡°someone else need to come here to help me move the relic out. The Prayer Room has been broken in. We¡¯ve got to put the relic into the God¡¯s Stone box as soon as possible, otherwise, those demonic beasts will follow us to the underground caves.¡± Chapter 688 Chapter 688: Arrival at the Western Region Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ After nearly half a month, the ship finally reached the Western Region. The north wind became much stronger after they sailed past Willow Town. Lying in the cabin of the ship, No. 76 could still hear the sound of the sail fluttering in the strong wind. ¡°It¡¯s snowing outside!¡± Amy excitedly ran into the cabin with some snow in her cupped hands, but before she showed it to No. 76, it had melted into shimmering water drops and dripped through her fingers. ¡°Everything outside is white. I¡¯ve never seen such a big snow.¡± No. 76 struggled to sit up in her soft bed and said, ¡°really? It seldom snows in the City of Glow in the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± Meanwhile, she thought to herself, ¡°but it wasn¡¯t a rare thing for Taquila. Every year in Months of Demons, we needed to clean up the snow repeatedly, which was pretty tiresome; but fortunately, the demons would postpone their attack during this period of time, making this white scenery more adorable.¡± Amy said with a big smile, her eyes in the shape of a crescent moon, ¡°I know. The city of Glow is warm as spring all the year round. Do you want to go to the deck to have a look? I can carry you out.¡± ¡°Stop it. Her wounds haven¡¯t recovered yet. She can¡¯t stand cold winds,¡± Broken Sword interrupted, who was decocting some medicinal herbs aside. ¡°Oh¡­ sorry.¡± No. 76 shook her head and said, ¡°it¡¯s fine. What about enjoying the snow together when I recover? His Majesty¡¯s city is more on the west side than here. We are going to see more beautiful snow scenes there.¡± Hearing this, the two witches by her bed looked sad, but Amy quickly dispelled her sadness and nodded to No. 76 vigorously. ¡°No problem. I promise.¡± No. 76 was not surprised seeing them feel sad for her. As she had a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior¡¯s body, all the superficial wounds she got would heal in three or four days. In order to cover up her identity, she had smashed her own thighbones and elbow to prevent this body from having a perfect recovery. By doing so, she made the others believe that it was lucky enough for her to survive. They all thought that if she failed to meet a witch who could heal her in the Western Region, she would not be able to move around by herself and spend the rest of her life suffering from physical disability and mental distress. They had no idea that this body was merely a tool to complete a mission for No. 76, and as soon as she went back to her underground maze , she would get a new one. Facts proved that the story she had made up was very convincing. She could tell from Annie¡¯s eyes and actions that she felt guilty seeing her seriously injured, and the other witches all showed trust and gratitude to her, especially Amy. Since they had escaped from the ¡°Black Money¡± together, this little girl had taken her as a companion and almost followed her everywhere. Every night, she would come to No. 76 and coax her to sleep by telling her folktales in a soft voice. However, every time this little girl would fall asleep before No. 76 did. No. 76 was satisfied seeing this result, as she needed the witches¡¯ trust. In this way, she would get to know more witches and find out the Chosen One, which was the mission Pasha had given her. Broken Sword walked to her bed with an earthen jar in her hands, saying, ¡°time to change your wound dressing. You may feel a little pain, so it¡¯s better to close your eyes.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I can take it. You can start now.¡± No. 76 pretended to be suffering from a great pain by clenching her teeth, but in order to react properly, she did not close her eyes. As she had no feelings, if she did not look at it, she would never know whether Broken Sword began to dress her wound or not. The herbal medicine out of the jar looked like sticky mud. From the looks on the faces of Amy and Broken Sword, she knew it must smell bad. Applying the stuff all over her wounds in such a tightly enclosed small cabin was not an easy task for the witches. After the treatment was finally done, No. 76 heaved a sigh of relief and lay back in her bed, sweating. She had quickened her heartbeat to raise her body temperature and speed her blood flow, making herself break into a sweat. Together with her trembling limbs and facial expressions of pain, she made everyone believe that she was suffering. She did not care at all whether this common people¡¯s remedy would work for her wounds or not. After a long while, she said, ¡°thank you.¡± Amy picked up a towel to wipe the sweat on her forehead, saying, ¡°no, don¡¯t say that. This is what we owe you. We are the ones who should say thank you.¡± Broken Sword added, ¡°Amy is right. Have a good rest. When we arrive at Neverwinter, everything will be all right.¡± When they left, No. 76 touched the magic stone ring on her chest, which she had hid under her clothes, and slightly sighed, lost in thoughts. Only when we find the the Chosen One, everything will really be all right. If we fail to defeat demons, all of us will die. No one can escape from the predestined war, the upcoming Battle of Divine Will. However, until now we still have no idea whether the Chosen One exists or not. In accordance with the descriptions in the remaining documents in the maze ruins, magic power was a gift bestowed on uncommon people by the deities. Everyone who could use it must have a Key to unlock the Source of Magic Power. That was why only a few could use this prevailing power. More importantly, each Key was different. Some witches were extremely powerful, who could summon strong storms or make the dead come back to life, but some were only able to use their power to cook a bowl of oatmeal or mend broken clothes. What caused such great differences among the Awakened? This question had baffled the Union for hundreds of years until the remaining witches of the Union had found the documents in the maze ruins. By studying those records, they had found a vague explanation for this phenomenon. The differences in the witches¡¯ abilities and power were caused by the differences between their Keys. A Key had nothing to do with a witch¡¯s magic capacity but was closely related to the essence of the magic power. Every time a witch used her ability, she would turn part of the magic power into reality. As this was an extremely complicated process which could not be completed by the witch alone. The deities would also take part in it. However, as the deities had a preference for some witches, the Keys varied in terms of how complex the processes were. Some were very simple, but some were exceptionally complicated. A Key¡¯s complexity determined the upper limit of the amount of magic power a witch could use. No. 76 had not quite understood this explanation until Pasha had given her an example, the Magic Stones. A witch could use them to realize various magic effects without any change in her own Magic Cyclone. That meant the magic power used by different witches who had various abilities was actually the same thing. No matter she was an Extraordinary or a Senior Witches, she used the same power. If that was the case, would it be possible that witches had a chance to prevail demons when there was an omniscient Magic Stone that could enable witches to realize any effect they wanted? A magic core worked just like this. It mimicked the workings of a Magic Cyclone, trying to ask for power from the deities directly. In some sense, it could be considered as an extremely powerful man-made Magic Stone, way stronger than the Sigils, simple and crude toys as compared to a magic core, which could only increase a witch¡¯s power. However, experiment results showed that deities would never give a Key to a lifeless thing. Only a witch who had a matching Key could activate this thing. Such a witch was the Chosen One. Chapter 689 Chapter 689: First Contact Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Using this colorful magic stone ring, No. 76 could observe the ¡°dialogue¡± a witch had with God as she performed magic. This dialogue appeared as a pale orange light which connected the witch with the vast sky. According to the documented records, demons and some hybrid demonic beasts could produce the same type of orange light. God did not show tender care for the world. Every time she thought about this, she became worried. When compared to the innumerable demons, the witches were not as powerful a nation. Their powers could not be inherited and also could not be cultivated. The only way of awakening a witch¡¯s power was luck. Moreover, their magic powers were weaker than that of the enemies. Fortunately, the Key was not a predestined thing. They could change the Key through a High Awakening. By doing this, they could receive a more powerful force through God. Since leaving the Kingdom of Dawn, No.76 had observed the orange lights of Amy, Annie, and Hero. Hero was the strongest of them, while Annie was the weakest. However, in general, the differences between the three was negligible. They were all about the same size, the width of a finger, and they were all far away from the request of starting the Instrument of Divine Retribution. She had reasons to believe that a Senior Witch was the Chosen One. The cabin door opened suddenly and Yorko, the Ambassador of Graycastle, entered. He arched his eyebrows, went to the bedside and said, ¡°The smell of this herb is more nauseating than the latrine. Why would someone use such a malodorous thing in medicine?¡± ¡°Maybe the sailors thought that the demonic plague could be cured by its pungent smell,¡± No.76 said as she smiled smugly. ¡°Regardless, my body feels better and my wound is just a scar now.¡± Of course, this had nothing to do with the medicine, rather, it depended on the individual bodies of the wonderful God¡¯s Punishment Army. ¡°If it¡¯s useless, I¡±m going to absolutely put their heads into the latrine. So they can become familiar with the smell of this medicine.¡± Yorko chose a bench and sat down. ¡°Those poor sailors,¡± she whispered. ¡°Amy told me that you asked them if they had any special prescriptions.¡± ¡°Ahem. Lying to a noble is a grave crime and they can only blame themselves,¡± the ambassador said. ¡°If you can¡¯t get a real answer, just tell them to drink it with hot water and honey. Even if it doesn¡¯t cure their wound, they will still leave smiling and satisfied. Oh¡­ I¡¯m not referring to you!¡± No.76 smiled with abandon. During the long boat trip, Yoko visited her at least once a day. The visits were short, but they always had a nice talk. She thought that perhaps Yorko was an average person, but when he spent time with a woman, he was more humorous than many of the other nobles. Even if they were in Taquila, he would have become famous. After she lost most of her senses, verbal communication had become one of the most pleasant ways to pass the time. After chatting for a while, the ambassador unusually became quiet. No.76 thought for a moment before she propped up her body with one hand and tentatively asked, ¡°Sir, do you need me to serve you? Although my body is inflexible¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ve said it many times before, you aren¡¯t my maid. Don¡¯t use the word ¡®serve¡¯ every time you meet with others. You¡¯re a free person in Graycastle now, understand?¡± He held his forehead and said, ¡°You¡¯re still wounded and I¡¯m not one of those upper nobles who have a morbid addiction.¡± ¡°So, you just want to talk with me?¡± After hearing that, Yorko¡¯s facial expression changed a little. He cleared his throat and said, ¡°Er¡­ Actually, I have a question to ask you. After you arrive at King¡¯s City, what do you plan to do?¡± ¡°Er¡­ Go to a tavern and become a maid? Maybe work at the gambling house, that would also be OK.¡± No.76 tilted her head as she said, ¡°That is if the witch can finally cure my body.¡± If she could stay in Neverwinter, she would be able to do anything. She had gained the trust of the witches of the Kingdom of Dawn, so she would finally get a chance to become familiar with other members of the Witch Union. ¡°You should do something else,¡± Yorko dissuaded her, ¡°since you are free, you should try something new.¡± ¡°How? The ¡®Black Money¡¯ only taught me how to serve men. Although I wanted to become a guard, my repaired limb won¡¯t be as flexible as before.¡± ¡°The people from Neverwinter will teach you. I heard from His Majesty that his kingdom provides everyone with formal work.¡± Yorko said, before pausing¡­ ¡°If you meet with any difficulties in the future, you can come to me at any time, as long as I haven¡¯t left.¡± ¡°Did he hesitate for so long time, only to say these words to me¡± No.76 couldn¡¯t help feeling a little emotional. When she was in the Kingdom of Dawn, she clearly saw how troubled a person he is. Perhaps making a promise like this was difficult for him. ¡°Um¡­ I¡¯ll try.¡± She lowered her head before saying, ¡°Thank you!¡± ¡­ After four days had passed, the sailors brought good news. They had finally reached the new city in the western region of Graycastle¡ª Neverwinter. The witches all gathered in No.76¡¯s room, they were anxious and waiting for their next order. Among them all, Annie was the most anxious. She opened the window and glanced at the dock every now and then. If she found something worrisome, she would get everyone to jump into the cold river without thinking. But, No.76 felt it was too noisy, the loud bugle was incessant and the river continually lashed the side of the ship and there were like a thousand other boats floating around them. ¡°It¡¯s the Months of Demons now. Even though it is summer, how is the dock so busy?¡± However, she couldn¡¯t move, so she couldn¡¯t see the scene outside her window. ¡°Where are the sails on these boats, Sister Annie?¡± Amy was asked in astonishment. ¡°Maybe the sailors are rowing under the deck.¡± Annie suddenly stopped and leaned against the window, ¡°Be quiet! Someone is coming!¡± Broken Sword felt anxious and asked, ¡°How many people are out there?¡± ¡°Only four people, I don¡¯t think they noticed us.¡± Annie knitted her brow, ¡°And¡­ they¡¯re all women.¡± ¡°They¡¯re all witches?¡± Amy stood up suddenly, ¡°I knew that Mr. Ambassador hadn¡¯t lied to us!¡± ¡°The members of the Bloodfang Association are all witches, but they aren¡¯t the same as us,¡± she said in a low voice, ¡°essentially, just follow my non-verbal orders like before.¡± ¡°OK!¡± Everyone nodded. Soon someone knocked on the door and the four girls entered the room. The leader was a red-haired lady. ¡°Welcome to Neverwinter, sisters!¡± she said with a smile. Annie was astonished, she hadn¡¯t thought they would be so friendly. Even No.76 looked surprised. Although in Taquila the witches were abundant, they were not friendly enough to welcome a newly awakened witch¡­ ¡°Do they even differentiate the witches abilities?¡± The fact a combat witch could be compared to a non-combat witch was an unrespectable thing. At that moment, No.76 suddenly found a blonde-haired girl looking directly at her. Her beautiful smile confirmed her identity and her sharp eyes seemed to see through them all. Chapter 690 Chapter 690: Witches vs. Witches Translator: TransN Editor: TransN No. 76 pretended to be timid and shifted her head. She had prepared to be examined by the Witch Union if she wanted to have contact with them. The Union knew the abilities of the witches the most, and it was normal that an organization with such a large scale had some detective means like the sense of magic and Magic Stone of Observation. She had no need to trek to the Western Region of Graycastle if she could not pass the examination. Different from the senseless God¡¯s Punishment Army soldiers, she could easily control every part of her body and the release of anti-magic areas. Any witch could master this skill after two or three years¡¯ practice. As long as she did not use her magic power to cause any distorted barrier, she would appear the same as common people. After all, the anti-magic areas and the blue blood of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were all caused by the magic power. If they were senseless, they would behave like beasts and fight by the instinct of the transformers. They naturally did not know how to use the ubiquitous magic power, either. Only after the shell was possessed by a witch¡¯s soul, it would be fully utilized. Even though the witch could not cohere the Magic Cyclone as in the past, and would lose her combat instinct, the immortal soul could gain power and skills no worse than the Extraordinary through years of training. ¡°Why don¡¯t you¡­ ask about our abilities first?¡± Annie asked after a long silence. Obviously, she was extremely wary of them. No. 76 was equally intrigued to know their answer. During the journey, she had a deeper understanding of the suffering of Annie and other witches. She heard that Annie was once refused by a witch organization due to her ability defect and was almost sold by them to the nobles. It was well understandable for No. 76 that the combat witches were highly valued. Especially when the wild witches were severely suppressed by the Starfall City, self-protection and protection of the organization were necessary means of sustaining the organization. However, it also indicated that these witches just had a primary understanding of the magic power. The High Awakening could bring great changes to some non-combat witches after their promotion, and their seemingly useless abilities could experience transcendent transformation. Therefore, it was an extremely stupid choice for the Bloodfang Association to refuse the non-combat witches and even sell them to the nobles. But it was also too weird if they did not care about the abilities at all. It could be described as jumping from one extreme to another one. After all, High Awakening was always rare, and thousands of witches could not be promoted throughout their lives, not to mention that the combat witches also had the promotion opportunity. Therefore, in any case, the status of combat witches was always higher. Their equal treatment was simply incredible in the eyes of No. 76. No wonder Annie would be so wary of them. ¡°The ability test is usually arranged in three days,¡± the red-haired witch laughed softly and said, ¡°after all, you must be tired after such a long journey. We¡¯ll wait until you have a full rest, so the test results will be more accurate. What do you think of it? By the way, my name is Wendy, and I¡¯m in charge of the Witch Union. You can come to me if you have any questions later.¡± Annie did not relax at her words. She continued to ask, ¡°What if the test shows that¡­ our abilities are useless?¡± The witch, who claimed herself as Wendy gently responded, ¡°Both His Majesty Roland and the Witch Union hold the notion that ¡®there is no useless power¡¯. I know what you¡¯re worried about, and this is a process which most witches joining Neverwinter will experience. In fact, an ability test is just for His Majesty to know your situation better. It doesn¡¯t mean that you have to be a member of the union.¡± Annie was stunned. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°It means that, even if you don¡¯t want to work for His Majesty, you can still live in the city like common people.¡± No. 76¡¯s heart skipped a beat at her words, as she knew that emergence of Senior Witches relied heavily on a relaxing environment. For example, in Taquila, every witch could practice her ability as she wished, and anyone with even a little talent would be specially cultivated by the Union. In the Holy City where the more the witches were in charge, the more witches were promoted to get a higher ability. And if a witch had to flee from a place to another and lived in horror, she even had few opportunities to practice her ability, then how could she be promoted? If they were not lying, and Neverwinter indeed provided the witches with a free and stable life, then they really had the conditions for the birth of Senior Witches in a sense. Maybe the Chosen One was not among them now, but what about several years later? No. 76 was full of thoughts now. ¡°Maybe I should find an opportunity to talk with the Witch Union in private and it¡¯s the best choice to make them a branch of the Union.¡± ¡°Can I choose not to work for the King?¡± Annie seemed not to believe what she had heard. ¡°Yes, Witch Union won¡¯t force any sister to sign the contract. But if you¡¯re a member of the union, you¡¯ll benefit so much and your work will also be easy, so everybody joins this family now.¡± ¡°Sorry, Lady Wendy¡­¡± Broken Sword said, ¡°Can you tell us what a witch¡¯s daily job is?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t call me Lady,¡± Wendy shook her head with a smile. ¡°We¡¯re sisters, aren¡¯t we? As for work, it depends on your ability. For example, Miss Evelyn can brew delicious wine, so she opens a wine factory in the city. And Miss Mystery Moon is responsible for the light in the factory, as she can magnetize objects. And Miss Nana Pine¡­ Her excellent healing ability makes her an angel in Neverwinter. I heard from Mr. Ambassador that some of you need curing, right?¡± ¡°She didn¡¯t give any examples related to combat witches,¡± No. 76 frowned and thought, ¡°Don¡¯t they care about the differences between the abilities of the witches? Then how did the king of Graycastle defeat the God¡¯s Punishment Army of the church?¡± ¡°Can you really cure the feet of Hero?¡± Amy immediately became excited. ¡°We have to let Nana try first,¡± Wendy nodded to the blonde witch. ¡°But before that, can you introduce your backgrounds and names?¡± No. 76 did not care about whether she could be cured. Instead, she had focused on the other four witches. The colorful magic stone on her chest became slightly hot, which meant that someone was using magic power. The heat was not from the skin contact, but a direct response of the soul. She realized that the examination started. From Annie to Hero, everyone briefly told their past story. Wendy also raised several questions, while the older brunette witch recorded the contents on a notebook. The magic stone remained the same temperature during this period. When the inquiry was over, Wendy looked at No. 76. ¡°Are you¡­ not a witch?¡± ¡°She¡¯s our friend,¡± Amy said. ¡°If it were not for her to stall the knights of the Kingdom of Dawn, we would¡¯ve all been taken back to the dungeon.¡± ¡°I used to be a guide, or a waitress, in an underground exhibition in the City of Glow. And Mr. Ambassador bought me from the Chamber of Commerce.¡± No. 76 slowly uttered the words she had prepared. She had a vague awareness of their means of examination now. Those questions were not casually raised, but had clear purposes and could not be replied with vague answers. Some of them might be able to detect the lies. No. 76 was not worried about it. She could accurately control every movement of her body and also temporarily cut off her control of any part of her body. The usual subtle changes when people lied did not exist for her. Her words would be impeccable unless they could directly invade her mind, Her guess was proved. After her answers, Wendy did not show any strangeness, ¡°I see. Thank you for saving them, and if you have no other place to go, you may live with them in the Foreign Affairs Building.¡± ¡°Thank you for your consideration,¡± she said gratefully. ¡°Wait¡­¡± Just then, another green-haired witch who had been silent before suddenly asked, ¡°Can you tell me where you got the ring on your chest?¡± Chapter 691 Chapter 691: The Path into the City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Her words surprised No. 76 a little. It seemed that they were examined checked by more than one person. However, 400 years of training had taught her how to hide emotions, not to mention that her body could be separated from her consciousness as she wished. A sudden interrogation was not enough to make her panic. No. 76 pretended to be astonished and then reluctantly took a ring out of her robe. She hesitated for a long time before saying, ¡°It was¡­ stolen from Black Money.¡± At the same time, she gave a higher rating of the Witch Union in her heart. Originally, she had thought that they were too casual in welcoming newcomers, but it did not seem to be the case. They had sent a witch to detect the lies and another one with the ability of Clairvoyance. They could not be more cautious. ¡°Black Money?¡± The witch with green and long hair picked up the ring in her hand and looked it over for a moment. ¡°This ¡­ seems to be a Magic Stone, but it¡¯s a little different.¡± No. 76 frowned at her words in her heart. ¡°They actually know the existence of Magic Stone? Then it¡¯s troublesome now. Although it¡¯s activated in a different way from the ordinary Magic Stone, they¡¯ll figure it out sooner or later. I have to distract them from it. After all, I don¡¯t have a second stone.¡± ¡°Black money is the underground exhibition where I¡¯ve ever worked¡­ There were often auctions of things from ancient ruins. The boss often said that those things had unbelievable power and the more exotic, the more popular. In addition, they occasionally had auction¡­ auction¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± Wendy asked. ¡°Auction of witches,¡± whispered No. 76. Hearing these words, the four witches showed unmasked anger on their faces, and their concern over the ring became a bit less. Obviously selling witches as slaves was abhorrent to them, which also illustrated indirectly that the Witch Union in Graycastle would never agree with the idea of the Starfall City. ¡°No. 76 didn¡¯t lie. I was almost sold to the nobles by the Black Money,¡± Amy echoed. ¡°Fortunately, Mr. Ambassador saved me.¡± ¡°They¡¯re bound to be punished sooner or later,¡± said the blonde witch coldly. ¡°That ring¡­¡± No. 76 pretended to be timid. ¡°Although Miss Agatha will be very interested in this thing, let¡¯s wait until you are familiar with Neverwinter,¡± the green-haired Witch said, shrugging. She did not keep the ring; instead, she put it back on her hand. No. 76 was slightly surprised for a moment. ¡°Agatha? The name sounds quite familiar. It seems that I have heard of it somewhere.¡± ¡°I promise you¡¯ll no longer encounter such a thing,¡± Wendy comforted them. ¡°No one will dare to attack you in Neverwinter. His Majesty, King Roland, believes that the era where witches and mortals live together will soon come. By that time, not only in the Western Region of Graycastle but also in the whole kingdom, no one will regard us as the Devil¡¯s minions.¡± ¡°Will there be such a day?¡± said Broken Sword rather in disbelief. ¡°Of course, that is why we built the Witch Union,¡± Wendy laughed. ¡°Anyway, let me take you to rest.¡± ¡­ No. 76 was slowly moved onto a stretcher and carried out of the cabin by the sailors. The moment she left the sailing ship, she finally saw the whole picture of the pier. Heavy snow flying in the air did not stop people working busily at the pier. Dozens of people lined up along the pier sweeping the snow on the ground. Farther out were the weird freighters unloading goods. Just as Amy said, without towering masts and sails, yet they were able to navigate in the river. ¡°Those boats seem to have no puddles¡­¡± ¡°And are they made of stones?¡± The witches lowered their voices and discussed with each other. She clearly saw on Wendy¡¯s face a proud smile, which still gave off warmth even in the heavy snow. However, No. 76 was surprised by much more things. As they entered the city, the sight of Neverwinter slowly appeared in front of her. This new king¡¯s city bore little resemblance to the cities of common people she had ever seen or the Holy City of the Union. Its broad, solid streets stood straight like black vertical lines. The falling snowflakes had no effect on road access, as the snow was orderly piled on both sides of the road, which looked like small white hills. The trees were neatly planted to beautify the scene, and their bald trunks were decorated with colorful ribbons. It was conceivable that there should be green trees in midsummer season, branches crisscrossing one another overhead to form a natural awning. Blocks of square-framed brick houses stood side by side with almost the same size. Except that, No. 76 did not see any bungalows or shabby thatched cottages. It was already the Months of Demons, yet many people still walked in the heavy snow. Quite a few of them that were passing by would stop and greet the dark-haired witch with a nodding. Their expressions were sincere and enthusiastic, so they were obviously not compelled to do so. This was what she cared most about. For the first time, she was witnessing witches and common people getting along harmoniously with each other. Although she heard of a non-interference period between the witches and common people during the first Battle of Divine Will, it was, after all, 800 or 900 years ago. And in this city, it seemed that they had taken a step further, as they were not separated but instead were living harmoniously together. ¡°His Majesty, King Roland, believes that the era when witches and mortals live together will soon come.¡± She suddenly recalled Wendy¡¯s words. It was not a joke. In Neverwinter, they were on the threshold of it. During a-month-long voyage, she had had some knowledge of Prince Roland of Graycastle. He became a much-anticipated king from an obscure lord of Border Town. Besides the low-level battles with common people, he also defeated the church with numerous soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, which might prove his strength. Was it related to the view in front of her? If it were not for pretending to be wounded, No. 76 would almost sit up to have a close look at the city. According to Pasha, they were bound to deal with the common people sooner or later. To defeat the demons, they had to temporarily conceal the past of the Union. After all, the strong enemy was approaching while they could not easily leave the maze ruins, therefore it would be not easy to solve the tricky problems left by the Starfall City. As long as the witches could survive, they would be able to reproduce the glory of Taquila one day. At this point, both Lady Alice and Lady Natalyae hold the same view. ¡­ After arriving at the Foreign Affairs building, No. 76 and Hero were lifted back to bed and the other three witches, sitting by the fire, excitedly talked about what they saw and heard along the way. There was no doubt that in a short time, Neverwinter had left a deep impression on them. Before long, Wendy walked into the room with a little girl. ¡°This is Nana. She¡¯s able to heal wounds, no matter new or old.¡± ¡°Even broken legs?¡± Amy could not wait to go to the bed and opened the blanket which covered Hero. The little girl reached out her hands for a try and slowly shook her head, ¡°No. Unless you still have her broken legs. If the whole legs were lost, I can only join them with other legs, but I can¡¯t make her legs grow again.¡± ¡°You mean, we have to find two new legs for her?¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s best to be newly cut,¡± Nana replied earnestly. Childish as her voice was, it made all the witches invariably shuddered. Chapter 692 Chapter 692: A New Hope Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Nana!¡± Wendy said giving her a reproving look. ¡°I¡¯m not kidding. Besides joining the amputated limbs, His Majesty also told me to do a lot of experiments, like exchanging the wings of roosters and grey eagles to see if the rooster could fly. And exchanging the limbs of frogs and mice, the bodies of cows and lambs¡­¡± the little girl said, counting on her fingers. The four witches all gasped out upon these words. No. 76 was full of interest in her words, however. ¡°Fully studying the mysteries of an ability, rather than fearing and avoiding it. This was apparently the style of the Quest Society members. No wonder this king is willing to accept the witches. Judging from this point, at least he isn¡¯t stubborn and conservative.¡± ¡°What happened then?¡± She could not help asking. ¡°Most of the experiments failed at first, but since His Majesty told Lily to join the trial, the success rate has been raised a lot. It¡¯s a pity that the limbs basically lost their functions after I joined them, so I have to exchange them back again, ¡± Nana paused for a moment and continued to say, ¡°ah¡­ I forgot to mention, these are Heterogeneous connections. If I exchange the limbs of the same species, there will be nearly no difference after treatment. So if you have two legs¡­ em¡­¡± ¡°Ahem, please don¡¯t mind her,¡± Wendy covered the little girl¡¯s mouth and said, ¡°About the legs, we¡¯ll find a solution. It may take some time, but Hero will stand up one day. You can rest assured.¡± Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to respond for a moment. ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s treat your friend¡¯s wound first,¡± Wendy patted Nana¡¯s head embarrassed and said, ¡°hurry up.¡± No. 76 pretended to be expectant and scared, looking at the girl coming to her and pressing her hands on her broken legs. The ring on her chest became hot again. She suddenly realized that she had a troublesome problem. ¡°What expression should I wear when I¡¯m treated?¡± No. 76 did not know how it felt when the crushed bones and joints were being healed by magic power. ¡°Is it painful or soothing? Or should I feel nothing? Should I cry out aloud or bite my teeth to moan?¡± She was still thinking of how to respond, when the little girl had already withdrawn her hands and said, ¡°Your legs are fine now. Next, I¡¯ll heal your arms.¡± She tried to lift the broken legs and found that she was able to move them now. In a moment, the twisted elbows also returned to normal state. ¡°Your mental condition is really good, ¡± said Nana with a curious look at her. ¡°Most people will fall asleep once they have been healed, and you¡¯re the first one even without a yawn.¡± The heart of No. 76 suddenly sank. She pretended to be terrified and replied, ¡°I, I just¡­¡± ¡°However, sleeping is only a natural reaction of the body, and immediate waking up won¡¯t have any damage. Don¡¯t worry.¡± The little girl interrupted, ¡°If you haven¡¯t moved for a long time, you¡¯ll feel awkward in the first days. You¡¯ll soon get used to it.¡± ¡°Is that¡­ Is that true? Thank¡­ thank you.¡± Fortunately, the blonde witch who had checked their identity was not present. No. 76 secretly glanced at Wendy and found that she was talking with Hero rather than paying attention to her. She was slightly relieved. ¡°Are you really healed?¡± Amy asked with concern. No. 76 lifted her originally broken right hand and waved to her, ¡°Ah, it has been cured. Miss Nana has a really incredible ability¡­¡± Seeing that, the worries in the eyes of other witches gradually faded away. Amy bit her teeth and made up her mind. She walked to Wendy pulled her sleeve and said, ¡°Please use my legs to cure Hero.¡± ¡°What?¡± Wendy was obviously shocked. ¡°My ability is self-recovery, so my legs may grow back if I cut them.¡± ¡°No, Amy, don¡¯t¡­¡± Hero hurriedly said. ¡°You¡¯ve only suffered minor injuries. What if they can¡¯t grow?¡± ¡°I¡¯m willing to give it a try,¡± She insisted. ¡°Annie, stop her!¡± ¡°Amy, don¡¯t say that. Even if you make Hero stand up, she¡¯ll feel sad for a long time.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Well, stop arguing,¡± Nana suddenly said. ¡°There may be another way to cure her legs.¡± Everyone looked straight to her. ¡°I¡¯m 16 years old now. In two years, I¡¯ll enter my adulthood and then my ability will be greatly enhanced. Maybe at that time, I¡¯ll be able to directly make the broken limbs regenerate,¡± She pursed her lips and said, ¡°another possibility is ability evolution. If I also possess an ability evolution like Sister Anna and Sister Leaf did, maybe I can even make you have two more legs.¡± ¡°Ability evolution? What¡¯s it?¡± Amy asked, staring in shock. ¡°That means the magic power in your body will cohere and transform into a whole new look. Haven¡¯t you ever seen it?¡± said Nana proudly. ¡°Anyway, it¡¯s very amazing. As long as you study hard, you also have the opportunity to evolve new abilities.¡± Listening to the excited narration of the little girl, No. 76 felt her heart became tumultuous. If she was not mistaken, the evolution that Nana mentioned was the High Awakening. But she also felt like listening to a fairy tale¡­ ¡°Are there actually several Senior Witches in the Witch Union, who appeared only in the last two years?¡± ¡°How could this be possible?¡± Senior Witches were not like the wheat in the field, which you could harvest as long as you planted the seeds. Every promoted Awakened was a precious treasure of the Union, and it required talent, diligence and luck to be promoted. Even before she was transformed to be a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, she was just an ordinary combat witch. ¡°Why did Nana think most witches will certainly evolve?¡± ¡°¡®As long as you study hard, you also have the opportunity to evolve new abilities.¡¯ What a nonsense! If you are more experienced and knowledgeable, you can indeed enhance your possibility of enlightenment, but just a tiny bit. If it were really so easy, the Union would not have experienced the problem where no witch had been promoted in nearly a hundred years and thus becoming short handed in the late period of the Battle of Divine Will.¡± ¡°But¡­ in front of a group of wild witches who have never heard of High Awakening, is it necessary for Nana to lie?¡± If it was not for pretending to be a ¡°common person¡±, she would have asked the little girl more questions to find out the truth. ¡°What could be sure is there are indeed some Senior Witches in the Witch Union; otherwise, Nana could not clearly explain the High Awakening. But the number of Senior Witches should be exaggerated by her. Or maybe the high ranks of the union are very powerful and have little contact with the new witches. So this little girl who has just awakened mistook them as promoted persons.¡± With this in mind, No. 76 felt so heartened. Maybe she really had the opportunity to find the Chosen One in Neverwinter? Chapter 693 Chapter 693: The Ideal Place Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Dinner was served by a servant. Before the servant opened the covers, Annie had already smelled the mouthwatering aroma. In the iron box, there was a pile of thick bread which was baked golden. Just one glimpse, and she knew that the bread was made up of fine wheat flour that had been kneaded and fermented after being peeled. Besides, there was also a small packet of butter and a pot of meat broth, which was enough for five people to enjoy. ¡°The spoons and plates are all in the wooden cupboard. Tomorrow morning, breakfast will also be served, so you don¡¯t need to keep leftovers,¡± the servant said, ¡°Before getting a Resident Identity Card (ID), you can¡¯t leave the Foreign Affairs Building at your will. Additionally, you aren¡¯t allowed to go to the basement. If you want to practice your abilities, the rooftop is available. There¡¯s a service room on the first floor, where I sleep. If you need anything, you¡¯re free to come to me. Unlike hotels, all services here are free.¡± The five people were all in a daze and did not even regain their senses after the servant bowed and left. ¡°Is this the hospitality of the great nobles? It¡¯s exactly the same as the play,¡± Amy was the first to sigh and said, ¡°except for some of the lines that needed to be changed.¡± ¡°Such as?¡± Broken Sword and Hero asked curiously. ¡°Like Your Honorable Excellency, it¡¯s my pleasure to serve you¡­ that¡¯s how it usually starts.¡± ¡°We aren¡¯t the noble, so of course he didn¡¯t talk to us like that.¡± No.76 smiled gently. ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s eat first. I¡¯m starving.¡± ¡°You made a good point.¡± They all swallowed their saliva in agreement. This was not good. Was the ruler of the Kingdom of Graycastle using delicious food to seduce them? Amy began to feel concerned. It looked like the king was trying to rope them in, but the leader of the Witch Union did not even ask them about their abilities. Their behaviors were so inconsistent that she could not figure out their real intention. Since she was not alone and there were four other people, she had to be more cautious and not commit mistakes that she had made before. Undoubtedly, the safest way was to stay away from the Western Region. The church had been defeated, so their greatest enemy was gone. What they needed most was to find a village or a small town closer to bigger cities so that they could live there with hidden identities, just like what they had done in the Kingdom of Dawn. However, this method would not work now. She could not help but sigh when she saw No.76 stumbling beside the table. Anyway, Witch Union was capable of healing the wounded and the prospect they had described was inviting. Now that there was a ray of hope that Hero could stand up again, she could not simply take them away. Well, I¡¯d better eat. When Annie put a piece of bread with butter into her mouth, her mouth was instantly filled with a glutinous soft sweetness which she had never tasted before. The bread was very delicate without any gravel and it melted in her mouth the minute she bit into it. She did not even need to chew and the bread flowed easily into her throat. Damn it! They could easily be seduced by the delicious food. Although she was thinking like this, she could not stop her hand from grabbing another piece of bread. Almost each one in the room was busy eating the bread and no one was talking. They let out a deep breath when only crumbs were left in the iron box. ¡°Will we still be able to eat such food in the future?¡± Broken Sword licked all her fingers reluctantly. ¡°I¡¯m afraid¡­ that¡¯s unlikely.¡± Amy held the pot and poured the aromatic broth, dividing it equally into five bowls. There were some scallion and oil circles on the surface, which made it more delicious. ¡°Only the upper nobles can afford to eat such bread and even my father only used to eat coarse bread.¡± ¡°It¡¯s good enough to eat coarse bread. I remember that we always stayed hungry when we first arrived in the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± Hero blew the hot steam and eagerly took a big sip, and then she exhaled the heat. When she murmured, there was a long-awaited satisfaction in her tone. ¡°Lady Wendy has said that we can enjoy many benefits after we join Witch Union¡­ do these benefits include delicious food?¡± ¡°She had also said that she would show us around Neverwinter and Witch Union before she left. We can ask her then.¡± ¡°I hope that the food would be included in these benefits.¡± Witnessing that the other four witches were discussing the treatment which might be given by Witch Union, Annie had a faint prediction that they would stay in the city for a very long time. ¡­ After a shower, they went to bed early¡ªthe apartment consisted of one living room and four bedrooms. After a short discussion, they decided how to allocate the four bedrooms. As the strongest witch among them, Annie would certainly choose to sleep together with Hero who could not stand up. The bed was very soft and there was no mildew at all. It was obvious cleaning was often done here. There were only a few small flames in the fireplace and the shaking and dim light reflected the furniture on the white stone walls. The dark shadows were slightly shaking as if they were dancing to the chilling wind outside the window. She put Hero under the bedding and blew out the candles. Annie cast her ability to make the bed warm through her heated hands. Hero clung to her bosom and gently asked, ¡°It¡¯s been almost a year since we left the Kingdom of Wolfheart?¡± ¡°Yeah¡­ it¡¯s been one year and two months if we count the days since we set foot on the border of the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± Annie nodded. ¡°How long has it been since we left our hometown?¡± This question made her silent. In fact, Annie had forgotten the exact date when she left her hometown and she only remembered that it was a remote village to the northwest of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Since her identity as a witch was exposed, she had to continuously escape toward the east and traveled almost half of the entire Kingdom of Wolfheart. She only settled down in the suburbs of the king¡¯s city after Bloodfang Association betrayed her. It was the same for Broken Sword and Hero. They were forced to leave their homes and escape due to different reasons. They suffered a lot on the road and only when they met Annie in Wolfheart, did they all escape together as a group. ¡°It has been almost five years since I left my hometown,¡± Hero said in a lowered tone, ¡°In the five years, I¡¯ve never settled down in order to avoid being captured by the church. I thought that I needn¡¯t run away anymore in the king¡¯s city but to my surprise, I still have to escape, even if I¡¯ve lost my legs.¡± Annie could not help hugging her even more tightly. ¡°Lady Wendy has said that this is the home of the witches. Can we really settle down here?¡± Hero¡¯s voice was on and off, like the faint sound of winds outside the windows. It sounded like she was asking Annie, and yet it also sounded like she was murmuring. ¡°I don¡¯t want to escape any longer.¡± Annie¡¯s eyes started to well up. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We¡¯ll have a house of our own and you¡¯ll regain the use of your legs. You can go anywhere you want to for leisure instead of running away.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Hero paused for a long time and asked, ¡°If only I were born in the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± In the end, Annie could not even hear her voice. When Annie opened her mouth and was about to say something, she heard even breathing sounds. The girl in her bosom had fallen asleep. Chapter 694 Chapter 694: ¡°Beams of Light¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After Roland fell asleep, Nightingale entered the Mist and quietly left the castle. Her destination was the Foreign Affairs Building. Even at night when the land was cloaked in darkness, in the misty world, she could still see everything clearly in black and white. Taking advantage of distorted outlines, she could jump several meters in one leap. With merely a few steps, she passed through the courtyard wall around the building. Roland had called this way of moving ¡®Flash¡¯. He described it as a masterstroke to move with super speed, which required no buffering time. She liked the name ¡®Flash¡¯ the first time she heard it. Just as it implied, such a movement was as quick as a flash of lightning and as quiet as a shadow. She could come out and disappear anywhere in a sudden, making it hard for anyone to predict her movements. She liked such a description but did not quite understand what the buffering time meant. But she did not mind it, as she had already got used to this old talking habit of his. It was not a rare thing for her to hear some strange words from him. After getting out of the Castle District, Nightingale did not follow the ramp that she often took to descend the hill, but directly leaped high above the hillside and walked in the air. She followed the lines that appeared in the air, and after several strides, she landed straight on the top floor of the Foreign Affairs Building. The building was located in the area between the Castle District and uptown, a four-story structure as high as the upland where the castle stood. It was the second concrete building after the Witch House. Initially, it had been built to detain some important prisoners, such as the family of Duke Ryan, who had been kept in the dungeon. As far as Nightingale could see, Roland treated them with much more respect than what they deserved. Although they were given the titles of prisoners, this new place was much better than the previous dungeon, and they were also offered the chance to walk outside to relieve themselves. Maybe His Majesty thought he would not have many enemies to detain here, so he used the rooms overground as the first place to temporarily accommodate the new-come honored guests, such as the alchemists of the Alchemist Association of the King¡¯s City, the sages of the Astrology Association, as well as sea traders from the Fjords, who had lived here for some time. Since most of the rooms in the Foreign Affairs Building were unoccupied and the location was quite far from the central heating system, it was merely supplied with tap water. As the residents in the building had different backgrounds, His Majesty had deployed some of his guards here in order to show his respect for the guests, as well as keep an eye on them. Nightingale, of course, would not take the corridor in case of alarming the guards. She passed directly through the walls of the top floor, heading for the bedrooms where the witches from Wolfheart lived. She did not find anything strange about the witches in the afternoon examination. The Magic Cyclones they showed were very stable, and their capacities were quite ordinary, which meant that they belonged to the most common type of witches. In the inquiry, she knew that they basically told no lie except for some vague, subtle answers they offered about their past. With her derivative skill, she captured those details, but she thought that this kind of concealment was reasonable. These withes were tortured, hunted, and even treated in ways they were simply unable to speak of. All they had suffered had become shadows in their hearts, which they were unwilling to talk about. If they were the only ones coming to Neverwinter, she probably would accept them as new sisters at once. But they came with the ordinary woman called No. 76, and she was the one arousing Nightingale¡¯s suspicion. She had no magic glow or different demeanor, but Nightingale could still sense something strange about her. When she recalled afterward, she realized that it was the woman¡¯s attitude in answering all her questions that bothered her. She had hidden nothing from her, which was really weird. Nightingale had seen that many people tell everything they knew when they were dying. Yet, this woman who had once served as a maid for the underground Chamber of Commerce, told the truth about herself to a stranger she met for the first time. This was indeed a rare attitude. But Nightingale could not judge whether the woman was using a fake identity or not based on what she knew now. After all, No. 76 did not lie. That meant that by now, what she said about her past and background was authentic. In addition, the testimonies of Yorko, Amy, and Annie could corroborate that. She indeed was a guide who had served the exhibition ¡®Black Money¡¯ and been bought by Yorko because of getting involved in the witch auction. That¡¯s why Nightingale decided to visit No. 76 at night and watch her behavior in the Mist. If No. 76 harbored any malicious intentions, this would be the easiest moment for her to show some flaws. She went through the bedrooms one by one, and soon she found the room where her target was. Most of the witches had fallen asleep, but No. 76¡¯s room was still lit up. She was sitting on the bed, playing with a ring in her hand by the candlelight, eyes full of joy and intoxication. ¡°Is it because of the fair gemstone on the ring?¡± Nightingale wondered. She walked close to the bed, quietly watching No. 76. But she saw nothing suspicious about her behavior, all she did was play with the ring, like a lucky woman who was too excited about harboring a treasure to sleep. The ring was glittering with a faint magic glow, but it was not a rare thing for a guide in the exhibition, which often auctioned relics of unknown origin, to have such a Magic Stone. One hour later, she was tired and sleepy, drowsily dropping her arms and closing her eyes. At this moment, Nightingale gently sighed. She thought, ¡°It seems that I¡¯m over-scrupulous.¡± After giving No. 76 one last glance, Nightingale reached out her hand to extinguish the candle and turned to pass through the wall, entering the howling snowstorm. *************** The heat of colorful Magic Stone subsided, showing that the one who used magic power had left the bedroom. No. 76 slightly let out a sigh of relief. Even if they had gained infinite life by the way of Soul Transfer, it did not mean that they could stay awake overnight. When she disconnected her soul from her body, she could rest far more efficiently than taking an ordinary sleep. In this way, it would only take her two or four hours to rest every day to fully recover herself. Given that, she went to bed much later than the witches. But she had never expected something incredible to happen because of this habit. No. 76 opened her eyes, looking at the empty bedside where the visitor had stood. Through the magic stone on the ring, she had seen a bright beam of orange light there just now. It had been as thick as an adult¡¯s trunk, directly rising up to the ceiling. No. 76 had been surprised to find that this ¡®Key¡¯ had surpassed the remaining Senior Witch of Taquila, Pasha, and was on par with that of the Three Chiefs of the Union. Although she had not been able to see the visitor, she knew that her ability must be very complicated, rather than a simple invisibility skill. She wondered if the visitor was Anna or Leaf mentioned by Nana. Judging from the light, she knew that there was still a certain gap between the visitor and the Chosen One, but that strong beam of orange light was enough to thrill her. It was very simple to activate the colorful magic stone ring. As long as someone nearby was performing some magic, the Magic Stone on the ring would absorb a small part of the surging magic power and indicate the complexity of the magic skill through the beam of light she could observe through Magic Stone. The thicker and stronger the beam was, the more complicated the ¡®Key¡¯ was. No. 76 became increasingly excited as she thought of it. She simply walked out of the room and went to the top of the building. The snowstorm was blowing against her face, but she was not able to feel cold at all. This lack of feelings usually made her sick, but now as her heart was filled with excitement, she felt vigorous standing in the wind and chasing the last glimmer of light. She raised the ring and pointed it at the castle, according to Wendy, that¡¯s where the witches lived. Now that the first Senior Witch had appeared, would the Witch Union give her more surprises? She was looking forward to it. However, something abnormal happened in a sudden. The ring in her hand started to shake, as if it was resonating with something. Through the Magic Stone, she saw a beam of light she had never seen before. It was almost like a wide high wall, filling half of the sky. Chapter 695 Chapter 695: The Encounter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°How, How could this be possible?¡± No. 76 felt as though a bomb was exploding in her heart, and stood petrified on the spot. Since she knew that the colorful Magic Stone was only able to respond to the fluctuation of magic power within a limited range, which, in theory, was around 100 steps, she had just casually raised the ring and not expected to see anything in the castle at this distance. She wondered how this happened? She took a deep breath, then blinked, and again put the ring before her eye. The beam was still there, what she saw was not an illusion but a solid sight. A surge of indescribable excitement rose in her mind, making it impossible for her to stay calm now. She got in touch with her people through thoughts. ¡°Pasha, what kind of people are eligible to be called the Chosen One?¡± ¡°Have you seen the edge of the ring? The one whose beam of light can fill the entire field of vision will be the Chosen One we¡¯re looking for.¡± ¡°This is too dramatic. Even Lady Eleanor¡¯s beam of light is only capable of covering half of the ring¡¯s view.¡± ¡°Hence that person must have more potential than the Three Chiefs of the Union combined. I admit that the requirement is hard to meet, but we have no choice other than this. Remember, the Key neither represents the strength of the magic power nor equates to fighting capacity. That¡¯s why you have to make sure to check every witch.¡± ¡°The edge? Fill the vfield ision?¡± Number 76 repeated it in her heart. ¡°No¡­ Pasha, the miracle I¡¯m seeing now is far more than that.¡± Even seeing through the ring which had been put closest to her eye, No. 76 could not see the entire beam. The width of the beam extended beyond her sight so that only by moving the ring horizontally she was able to see the vast panorama of the huge light wall. ¡°Deities finally smile at human beings.¡± ¡°Lady Natalia, you¡¯re right.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve found the Chosen One here.¡± *************** When Roland entered the bathroom, yawning, he saw that Zero was washing up before the sink. ¡°Mm¡­ Where¡¯s the toothpaste?¡± ¡°Here.¡± The little girl slightly stood aside and handed him a tube of toothpaste that had almost run out. ¡°Thanks.¡± Roland took a glass of water and stuffed the wet toothbrush into his mouth. Looking at himself and Zero, a tall person and a short person, in the mirror, crowding before the narrow sink and making synchronous elbow movements to brush their teeth, he suddenly felt that this scene was hilarious. Zero spat out the foam in her mouth and shot Roland a glance. ¡°What¡¯re you sneering at?¡± ¡°You¡¯re such a shorty.¡± Roland returned with his nasal voice. Then he felt a kick in his calf. ¡°Remember to shave, or you¡¯ll look old,¡± she said as she swept back her white hair and began to tie a ponytail, ¡°Don¡¯t shame me today.¡± ¡°It was only a parents¡¯ meeting.¡± He sighed and rinsed his toothbrush clean. ¡°I¡¯m not your true family. There¡¯s no need for an agent to be so formal.¡± Given that his wardrobe was filled with cheap clothes, he would be thankful to find something that would make him look virtuous, not to mention a formal suit. ¡°By the way, I think you look better with hair hanging down,¡± Roland smacked and said, ¡°but if you insist, I suggest the twin tail that¡¯ll suit you more.¡± ¡°None of your business!¡± Zero retorted. Then he was pushed out of the bathroom. ¡°It seems that her temper has worsened after summer¡­ Do I indulge her too much?¡± Roland pondered. As the times he came in and went out of the Dream World increased, Roland had mastered the trick of how to enter the Dream World. In other words, it depended on him. If he had not intended to enter it, the strange Dream World would not appear, and he just slept through the night without any other dreams. Thus, he could easily control the passing of time in the Dream World. Over two months, apart from further explorations of the Holy City of Hermes, Roland had spent the rest of his time in various libraries searching for some half-remembered books he had read long ago. In addition, he found that the peculiar power flowing in his body also worked in the memory fragment. For that reason, his venture to the snowfield turned out to be much smoother than he had imagined. With the purchased climbing ropes and drilling machine, he could reach deep into the cave under the cathedral, where the Pivotal Secret Temple was located and do an investigation. Although Roland did not find the Prayer Room that Isabella had mentioned, materials recording the secret history and the research on Magic Stone were really mind-blowing to him. But he failed to enter the old Holy City by passing through the secret passage in the Pivotal Secret Area because when he was halfway in the passage, he saw that the road ahead just disappeared, leaving nothing but endless darkness and scarlet lightning, as if the void had consumed the other end. It seemed that when Zero was defeated, her will to resist was still very strong and that only a small area, New Holy City, was saved in the memory fragment. Roland¡¯s deposit was accumulated rapidly by selling the armor that he had moved out from the Holy City. Finally, he bought an air conditioner and installed it in the living room, as well as a bigger refrigerator to replace the old and small one, significantly improving his living conditions in the department. Of course, there were still some troubles. He had not expected that some people had taken some photos of him when he had been running incredibly fast on the street to save Zero. Those photos were not only posted on the internet but also reported by the local news channel. But fortunately, since no one clearly captured his look and he also discarded his clothes right after the accident, Zero did not suspect him. As a result, the topic of who this martialist-like man was and why he would wear such a casual suit of vest and shorts had gone viral on the internet for some time. And about this, Roland had to say¡­ ¡°Ahem, my apology for being too poor to buy some decent clothes.¡± Now that he did not have to worry about his livelihood, he naturally turned his attention to his neighbors in this building. He wondered if there were similar doors that opened into the memory fragments hidden in these people¡¯s rooms. Apart from cheating, the simplest way to knock open their doors was to pay them. ¡°I¡¯m ready, uncle. Let¡¯s go,¡± Zero said as she finished dressing and walked to him with a bag on her back. Today was September 12th, the first day of the new term, the attendance of every student¡¯s parent was mandatory. Roland was impressed by Zero¡¯s new look. She had put on a black short-sleeved shirt paired with a short pleated skirt and a pair of white stockings and sneakers, which made her look quite youthful and lovely. She had tied her soft white hair in a twin tail that hung on her shoulders along with yellow hair ribbons, her lineament impeccable, her skin fair and translucent, her pupils light red, as if she was an elf walking out from the pictures. Roland could not help reaching out his hand to rub her head and said, ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± ¡°I just happened to want to tie my hair like this, it¡¯s not because of what you said¡­¡± ¡°Yeah, I know.¡± ¡°It¡¯s true!¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t say it¡¯s not true.¡± ¡°Why do I think you¡¯re lying to me?¡± ¡°That¡¯s because you think too much,¡± he said, pretending to be serious while holding back the laugh in his heart. ¡°Let¡¯s go, or we¡¯ll miss the early bus.¡± ¡­ All Roland needed to do in the parents¡¯ meeting was sitting in the back of the classroom and listening to the children reporting their goals and guarantees in the new term. Students at this age were not accustomed to lying and would work harder to meet the goals they had promised in front of their parents. Roland had thought that it would be a peaceful morning, but he did not expect that the Dream World would be so unpredictable. ¡°Why is it you again?¡± A crisp female voice rang in his ears. He turned his head and found that it was Garcia who was sitting beside him. Chapter 696 Chapter 696: Victory of the Wise Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Garcia wore a low-key outfit. She had on a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans paired with a pair of sunglasses and a cap on her head, probably not to draw unwanted attention. But Roland¡¯s impression of his sister was very deep, so he could immediately tell from her voice who she was, even if her face was veiled tightly. Roland glanced at the note on the arm of the chair to make sure that he did not take the wrong seat before he asked, ¡°Why can¡¯t it be me?¡± ¡°Well,¡± she let out a nasal sound to show her dissatisfaction, apparently having seen the name on the note too. ¡°Anyway, I can¡¯t believe you have kids!¡± This was totally mind-blowing. Did Zero take possession of both Garcia and her child who she gave birth to at the Port of Clearwater in the battle of Everwinter? ¡°My cousin,¡± she spat out coldly. ¡°Well¡­ It only seems to be a substitute.¡± Roland thought. Somehow he felt a bit strange about the change in Garcia¡¯s attitude towards him, from the contempt and disgust when they first met, to the current impatience which was open and obvious. As attendees trickled in, the parents¡¯ meeting finally began. After the teacher on stage finished talking about his plan for the new term, it came to the part where every student had the right of speech. As soon as Zero rose from her chair, her pure natural white hair and crystal red pupils that looked remarkably unique, coupled with her beautiful appearance, triggered a sudden surge of argument among the parents and drew fixed gazes from all of the children. Her beauty was something that every witch maintained in the Dream World, something that could be count as a huge advantage in Roland¡¯s opinion. Roland had no choice but to enjoy the ¡°eye salute¡± from other attendees since he had to stand up to accompany Zero who was about to make a speech. He could sense the doubts and jeers in the other parents¡¯ eyes, thinking that Zero certainly belonged to another family and he was unqualified to be a parent. He could sense all that from their eyes and smiles. Roland had to admit that his casual outfit, a cartoon short-sleeved shirt paired with a pair of knee-length pants, made him look extremely different compared with the rest of them. After Roland returned to his seat, he sensed Garcia¡¯s secret gaze, which depressed him even more. With a pair of sunglasses, she could gaze at him as freely as she wanted to, but if he stared back to her and found out that she was not actually paying any attention to him, that would be quite awkward. It was not long before he felt his elbow being nudged by Garcia and a note was passed to him. Roland frowned and unfolded the note. Her handwriting displayed such a sharpness and sternness that even someone who could not appreciate calligraphy could feel the power behind it. As Roland read the note, his heart thudded slightly. ¡°You¡¯re the mysterious martialist who pelted in the street the other day, right?¡± ¡°Hell, how did she know that?¡± Roland cursed in his heart. Roland could not help but turn to look at Garcia, unexpectedly finding that she was still writing something. Soon came the second note. ¡°Don¡¯t deny it. Martialists have a very acute sense of judging body figures and a sharp memory to capture the details of the movements. When I first saw you in the news, your figure gave me a familiar feeling, but now I¡¯m sure it¡¯s you. Tell me honestly, did you just awaken your Force of Nature not long ago or did you mean to hide who you really were from the beginning?¡± Remembering his figure? How dramatic! Even if a video was placed in front of him, he was not sure he would be able to recognize himself. Anyway, Garcia could not go so far as to ask every man in her eyes that had a similar figure. That meant that she must be, in a sense, extremely observant in order to connect the mysterious martialist with him. ¡°Is this why she changed her attitude?¡± Roland hesitated for a moment, and then as soon as he raised his hand, a pen was given to him. He had intended to deny it, to argue about how absurd it was, but an idea suddenly hit him as his pen touched the paper. To be honest, his interest in the martialist was as much as that of any onlooker. He did not even have the slightest intention of picking up the gauntlet. In the Dream World, he could be regarded as half of a creator God, so winning a fight was no big deal, yet losing would be undoubtedly humiliating. Moreover, in nine cases out of ten, according to what he saw on TV, he would most likely lose without any formal training. Actually, compared to collecting materials and exploring the memory fragments, the studying of the Force of Nature was not a top priority, yet he found out that he might as well take this encounter as a nice breakthrough. It would obviously be good if he could take this opportunity to improve the relationship between him and Garcia. He could use it to get the chance to visit her in her apartment. Following his mind, Roland wrote down the answer on the back of the note, his handwriting crooked. ¡°What is Force of Nature? I don¡¯t quite understand what you mean.¡± ¡°Even kids know that. Why are you acting like a fool?¡± After tossing back the note, she also took off her sunglasses and cast a stern glance at Roland out of the corners of her eyes. ¡°So the Force of Nature is the reason why my strength grew suddenly?¡± ¡°The Force of Nature can do more than that. Haven¡¯t you paid any attention to the propaganda of the Martialist Association?¡± ¡°I am neither interested in fighting nor concerned with what you said.¡± ¡°Besides participating in the competitions, being a martialist also comes with the responsibility to preserve urban order and ensure social security.¡± ¡°What is that?¡± ¡°It¡¯s complicated. We¡¯d better find a place to discuss more details.¡± Excellent, Roland applauded himself for his own intelligence in his heart. Things seemed to be moving in the exact direction he had hoped. ¡°Really? But I have to go to the company this afternoon. What about visiting you in the evening?¡± Roland got everything under his control. He thought if he promised Garcia now, they would probably find a cafe or a small restaurant nearby to have a talk, but if he made up some excuses to delay the talk until evening, she would find it hard to refuse his visit her home. After all, room 0825 and 0827 were so close that made it much more reasonable to have the talk in her home at a time that was between dinner and midnight. As Roland expected, Garcia hesitated for a while and then nodded. The students and parents took turns to speak on the stage. When it was Garcia¡¯s cousin¡¯s turn to stand up and make a speech, the murmuring of the audience burst out again. But this time they focused on his social class and background rather than his school performance and his appearance. ¡°Is he the little lord of the Clover Association?¡± ¡°He didn¡¯t come with his parents.¡± ¡°How could famous entrepreneurs like them have time to attend this meeting?¡± ¡°Does this lady also belong to the Clover Association?¡± ¡°It should be. Apparently, she specially dressed up to avoid unwanted attention.¡± ¡°It would be nice if I could accost her.¡± ¡°Stop daydreaming. How would a lady like her ever talk to you?¡± ¡°The Clover Association? What the hell is that?¡± Roland rolled his eyes. ¡°Sounds like an extraordinarily big company, but in that case, how could a relative of the owner of the Association live in the shabby tube-shaped apartment?¡± Moreover, Roland noticed a little strange expression on Garcia¡¯s face. Although her eyes were hidden under the sunglasses, her clenched fists and sinking mouth gave up her emotions. Roland had a feeling that there was more to it, but he did not think more about it. Tonight, he would have the chance to check whether his assumption was correct. Chapter 697 Chapter 697: Meeting Garcia at Night Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ After finishing his dinner and waiting for Zero to return to her room to do her homework, Roland arrived at the doorstep of apartment 0827 as promised. The door creaked open after he knocked on it a few times. Garcia, still wearing that ice-cold expression of hers, said, ¡°Come on in.¡± After entering, Roland found that the decoration of her apartment was much more luxurious than his. The flooring was changed into real wood. There was a shoe shelf by the entrance, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Even the walls were painted over with fine white paint. It was definitely not the original cheap paint that covered the walls of this tube-shaped apartment building before. ¡°I don¡¯t have extra slippers. You can wear mine for now.¡± She pointed to a pair of slippers decorated with furry rabbit ears in the bottom layer of the shoe shelf. ¡°I love wearing large slippers so they shouldn¡¯t be too small for you.¡± Roland put the slippers on. They were not small but they were winter slippers. He felt hot the moment he put them on. He could not stand the pair of furry rabbit ears and could hardly imagine what Garcia looked like when she wore these cute slippers. She seems so standoffish. How can such a pair of slippers match her dry personality? He walked to the sofa and sat on it. ¡°By the way, could I have some water? Dinner was a little salty.¡± Garcia frowned and gave him a look. ¡°Only cold water.¡± ¡°Cold water is fine.¡± When she turned around to fetch water from the kitchen, Roland held his head up and looked around the room. All the apartments in this building had identical layouts. Every two adjacent apartments were symmetrical. Based on the layout of his own apartment, he was certain that this corridor facing the entrance must lead to the storage. As he expected, he saw a similar room at the end of the corridor, but Garcia had redecorated it. She even changed the door into a louvered sliding door. Normally, this type of door could not be locked, which was good news for him. But he was still worried that she might have also dismantled the iron door and refurbished the outer walls when decorating. When Garcia returned to the living room with a glass of water in her hand, Roland had stopped looking and leaned on the sofa to watch the TV. ¡°Thank you!¡± Roland said as he fetched the glass. ¡°You live here alone? But in the parent¡¯s meeting this morning, they all said that you¡¯re the daughter of the Clover¡­¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not. I¡¯ve got nothing to do with the Clover. You could even say that they¡¯re my enemies.¡± Garcia interrupted in a cold tone. ¡°Enemies?¡± Roland was stunned. ¡°Then your cousin¡­¡± Garcia seemed somewhat depressed. She explained, ¡°They¡¯re taking advantage of my cousin by getting him to talk me into going back, but if I leave here, the Clover Association would demolish this building.¡± ¡°So it¡¯s the Clover Association that launched the mall expansion project next door?¡± ¡°Who else would dare to demolish such an ancient building?¡± Garcia looked confused and asked, ¡°You live here. Why don¡¯t you know this?¡± This is going to be bad! She isn¡¯t Zero. She¡¯s a mature grown adult. If she inherits the characteristics of Princess Garcia, it would be even more difficult to fool her. ¡°Ahem¡­ I¡¯ve paid little attention to what¡¯s going on around this place. Plus, I¡¯ve lost my job earlier and haven¡¯t stepped out of my apartment for almost six months.¡± Roland shifted the topic in a hurry. ¡± You¡¯ve told me that a martialist has some other jobs besides participating in contests?¡± ¡°Yes. For a martialist, to participate in a contest is just equivalent to training. The most important mission of us is to fight against erosion from the outside world instead of winning prizes and publicizing the martial arts to the audience.¡± ¡°What erosion?¡± he was stunned and asked. ¡°You should know the Fallen Evils. They¡¯re one kind of the erosion and also the most common. They aren¡¯t people who lost their control over the Force of Nature after awakening. Instead, they¡¯re those who were eroded by the outside world, thus turning into another lifeform. Conventional means can barely harm them, so we need to stand up and fight against them.¡± Garcia explained to him with a low voice. Roland swallowed hard as a sense of unease grew in his heart. ¡°The Dream World is eroded? ¡°What¡¯s the meaning of the outside world?¡± ¡°I can¡¯t tell you more about that unless you join the Martialist Association and obtain a hunting license.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because not all people who have awakened their Force of Nature will choose to side with the martialists.¡± Garcia pronounced her words one by one. ¡°Some people even hope that forces from the outside world would break into our world. These people are hostile to all human beings. Hence, a hunting license would not only allow a person to fight against Fallen Evils, but also permit martialists to kill those awakened people who want to destabilize the society.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s why it¡¯s called the hunting license?¡± Roland was frightened upon hearing this. In other words, if I confirm that I¡¯ve awakened with the Force of Nature and refuse to join their Martialist Association, wouldn¡¯t I be considered as their mortal enemy? Garcia shook her head as if she saw through his concerns. ¡°A small part of the awakened refused to join the Martialist Association or to work for those forces of evil. They¡¯re called the centrists. Our Martialist Association won¡¯t take action against them, but the Fallen Evils are different. Most centrists act alone, so they would frequently get attacked by them. If you don¡¯t plan on joining the Martialist Association, you¡¯d better hide your power forever.¡± Seeing as Garcia had told him so much, Roland could not help but feel awkward. He initially thought that she was a callous person, but actually, she was not that difficult to talk to. When they first met each other in this world, he had even thought that she was an arrogant woman who thought she was above everyone else. ¡°When we first met each other, your immediate reaction was to reach for the weapon on your back, so why should I be nice to you? You should feel lucky that you didn¡¯t actually pull your weapon out. Otherwise, you would already be lying in a hospital bed.¡± He finally loosened up and let go of his earlier doubts, but all he got was a blank stare. Just at this moment, Garcia¡¯s phone started ringing. She glanced at her phone and frowned, saying, ¡°I¡¯ve got to take this call.¡± After saying that, she took the phone into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Apparently, she did not want Roland to overhear her phone call. ¡°This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!¡± Roland thought. He stood up right away and took off the slippers fashioned with furry rabbit ears. He then quickly walked to the end of the corridor with bare feet. Through the gaps in the louvered door, he was able to get a glimpse of what was inside. Garcia had redecorated it into a walk-in closet where there were various types of female clothing, including some female underwear. However, nothing could stop him from exploring the truth of this world. He pushed the louvered door without hesitation, and while smelling the fragrance of those female clothes, he walked into the closet. After walking through layers of clothing, he found a dark turquoise gate at the far end of the closet. He noticed that it was unlocked and its handle was covered with a thick layer of dust which stood out of place among the clean surroundings. Has Garcia never entered this Gate of Memory? But this was not the time to think about this. Roland took a deep breath and lightly turned the handle. The smell of seawater immediately filled his nose, and the sound of waves lapping the beach came from afar. The deep blue sea slowly unfolded in front of him like a vast curtain. Chapter 698 Chapter 698: Nightingale¡¯s Suspicion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ It was the morning of the next day when he woke up from the Dream World. Roland excitedly swung his fists in the bed as he found out that his guess was right. Every household in the Apartment of Souls has a gate leading to a memory fragment, just like his, and the world behind each gate was a place on which the loser living in the room, had once placed their biggest hope. Given that, Princess Garcia must have left her last memory in the Port of Clearwater, the location of her lifetime¡¯s work and the starting point to compete to be the new ruler of Graycastle. Due to the fact that Garcia could have hung up the phone at any time, Roland had not entered the gate to further explore its inside world. After all, he had been in an embarrassing position and it would not have been a pleasant experience if the martialist had considered him an underwear thief. Before leaving her room, he had tactfully asked her about the memory portal by complaining about the useless iron door in his own room, but her response was quite cold, even boring. It meant that either she was telling a lie or she still did not notice the weird iron gate. If the latter was true, it deserved to be thought through. Perhaps, except for him, all of the people in the Apartment of Souls had no access to those sealed memories and he might be the only one that could see and open the memory portal. It was simple to prove this thought. Next time he would ask Zero to clean up the lumber-room, and at that time, he would know the answer. Anyway, it would be an exciting discovery. Since the demons swallowed by Zero held the key, it was not necessary for him to explore each household thoroughly. The demons had become the residents of the Apartment of Souls. Finding them and entering their memory fragments might help him find some useful information about the Battle of Divine Will. ¡­ When he went to his office, Wendy had been waiting for him for quite some time. There was a stack of resumes on the desk, which was the detailed information about the four witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Although he had known the general situation from Yorko, he was also willing to conduct a whole review of it, especially those things happening in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Roland read each page of the document co-written by Wendy and Scroll. In the end, he fixed his eyes on the name of Annie. He felt quite familiar when he first heard of Annie. After Nightingale reminded him, he remembered the resentful history between the Bloodfang Association and the witches of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. However, Annie was a quite common name, especially among the poor people in the lower class. At least, five or six out of 100 girls were named Annie, so it was normal to repeatedly hear the name. But the resume clearly recorded that she had indeed looked for the Bloodfang Association, and that she had not only been rejected but also almost sold to the nobles, so she was probably the ¡°sister Annie¡± mentioned by Iffy. ¡°I have to say that such a coincidence is really filled with dramas.¡± A week ago, he had received a confidential letter delivered by a carrier pigeon from Fjords. The letter read that Tilly and the other witches had started their trip. They should have done half of the trip by now. He did not know what the scene would be like when the two met. Although the reunion was not all about joys, and Iffy would certainly have a mixed bag of feelings of happiness and guilt, would Annie forgive Iffy who had betrayed her? Roland secretly sighed and hoped that the time would heal the trauma between them. He closed the resume and looked up to see Wendy asking, ¡°Which places have you decided to show them around today?¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Wendy replied, ¡°I want to give them a tour of North Slope Mine, the steam engine assembly plant as well as the Chaos Drinks plant.¡± The proposal was put forward by Wendy that the Witch Union would lead new witches to show them around Neverwinter. As far as she was concerned, this method would let newcomers be familiar with the local life and eliminate some unnecessary precautions and misunderstandings at the same time. After a two-day visiting tour and one-day resting, they could voluntarily choose to sign a contract or not, which had become a usual practice for the Union. Since Roland left the management of the witches to Wendy, she gradually got to the right track. Judging from the visiting spots she had picked, these places all demonstrated that witches could collaborate with the subjects and also proved to them that the assistant witches could cast their abilities for other purposes, not only for fighting. Roland nodded in satisfaction and said, ¡°So I leave all this matter to you. Please take Lightning and Maggie with you. If something unexpected happens, they can help you control the situation.¡± After all, Wendy was not good at fighting and he also thought that every new witch would not be as nice as Anna. If there were two assistants flying in the sky to keep them alerted and Wendy had a revolver, she could deal with most unexpected emergencies. ¡°I see.¡± ¡°By the way, what do you think of the guide?¡± He changed the topic. ¡°You mean No.76?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Roland took a sip of tea. Usually, he would not spend his precious time on a normal slave, but Yorko spoke highly of her. Additionally, after hearing the story told by his old friend, he also respected such a lady that would sacrifice her own life to save others. If there was no problem in her identity and background, he would like to offer her a good job. ¡°She gets along with the four witches, especially Amy who considers her as a relative. As for me, if No.76 were vicious, she wouldn¡¯t have saved others¡¯ lives at the expense of her own life at the critical junction.¡± ¡°We have the same thought. What if she is appointed to be a clerk of Witch Union? I remember that there are only three or four people in your office. If you have more subordinates, you¡¯ll find it easier to manage the organization.¡± This position did not have extra requirements. The salary was acceptable and the job was quite easy. As long as she got on well with the witches, she was eligible to do the job. Wendy smiled, ¡°I¡¯ve no problems if she¡¯s willing to take the job.¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty,¡± Nightingale abruptly appeared and interrupted him, ¡°don¡¯t offer her any job at present.¡± Roland was stunned, then asked, ¡°Is there anything wrong?¡± ¡°I¡­ I can¡¯t tell,¡± she hesitated for a while and continued, ¡°but I can feel something isn¡¯t right.¡± He took a weird look at Nightingale and kept silent for a while before saying, ¡°I got it. Put this job thing aside.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± After Wendy bowed and stepped out his office, Nightingale anxiously held Roland¡¯s hands and asked, ¡°Sorry, You Majesty. Am I going¡­ too far?¡± ¡°For the sake of safety?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what you should do.¡± He tapped the backs of her hands and comforted her, ¡°You¡¯re responsible for the internal security of Neverwinter and you¡¯re not the one to blame if you¡¯re extra cautious about that. But no records in your documents suggest that something is wrong with her. What on earth is the problem?¡± Hearing that, Nightingale relaxed a bit. ¡°No.76 didn¡¯t lie and my ability can also prove it. But¡­¡± She paused for a moment and spoke out her doubts. ¡°I think that she doesn¡¯t behave like a normal slave when she¡¯s faced with strangers, so it would be safer, if I¡¯m given more time, to observe her.¡± Chapter 699 Chapter 699: An Unappeasable Mood Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When No. 76 entered the living room, the other four witches were sitting around the round table and enjoying the new food that had just been provided by the servant. ¡°Good morning,¡± Amy was the first one to greet her, ¡°Come over here and have breakfast. Besides bread, we have fried eggs and milk this time! I haven¡¯t had such a sumptuous meal in a long time.¡± ¡°Sure,¡± She agreed, a happy look on her face, as she took a seat beside Amy. After losing her sense of taste, food was only consumed to sustain life, while the process had become torturous. Having this affliction for hundreds of years now, she could calmly engulf the trash-like, tasteless food. She would then provide the appropriate praised based on her distant memories. ¡°This is really delicious!¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it?¡± Amy mumbled as she chewed some egg, ¡°It has been over a year since I last ate fried eggs¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t complain, at least you ate it a year ago.¡± Broken Sword objected, ¡°I haven¡¯t eaten fried eggs in almost 10 years.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­¡± Annie cleared her throat and said, ¡°there is someone who has never eaten a fried egg.¡± ¡°Who?¡± The three echoed, all in a daze. ¡°Me.¡± Annie pointed to herself before continuing, ¡°When I was in my village, my neighbor raised a flock of old hens. I always wanted to crawl into the henhouse and steal an egg so I could have a taste. But, my first attempt ended with me almost being beaten to death by my father, with a rolling pin, after he discovered me.¡± ¡°Your father is honest.¡± Hero said in a respectful tone. ¡°Honest?¡± She shrugged and said, ¡°he was only afraid that the neighbor would discover me and make a claim for damages. As for the eggs, I had stolen, they were eaten by my father and younger brother.¡± The living room instantly fell into a brief silence. ¡°Ahem, let¡¯s have our breakfast,¡± Hero deflected, somewhat embarrassed. ¡°Pfft¡­¡± Amy was the first to burst into laughter, ¡°Hahaha¡­so that¡¯s what happened¡­haha¡­¡± As soon as Amy laughed, the rest of the witches were unable to restrain their laughter. Even No. 76 could not help but smile herself. After struggling to survive for so long, these witches finally found a peaceful home. From here, she felt like she could see the epitome of Taquila in its heyday. No, it was not the epitome any longer. She told herself that Neverwinter would be the new Holy City and that the witches would be bound to regain their glory. Because The Chosen One had appeared. ¡°Huh, you didn¡¯t sleep well, did you?¡± Amy stretched out her hand to wipe the corner of No. 76¡¯s eyes, ¡°You have dark circles under your eyes.¡± ¡°Oh¡­maybe,¡± No. 76 lowered her head as she replied, ¡°I was too excited to fall asleep last night.¡± Even though she only needed two hours of deep sleep to replenish her spirit, she couldn¡¯t go days without sleep. If a soul was overused, the effects were reflected in the physical body, which was a big taboo for witches. After all, a damaged and senile body could be remedied while a traumatized soul would remain perpetually withered. How could she sleep though! She did not want to fall into the dark dormancy at all, she was afraid that everything was just a dream and that when she woke up, The Chosen One would have disappeared into thin air. What she needed most was to find the one with the orange light and to contact Pasha. It really wasn¡¯t going to be easy. According to Wendy, most of the witches lived in the Witch Building of the Castle District. However, she wasn¡¯t a witch and she couldn¡¯t enter the castle by joining the Union. It was unlikely that she could depend on these witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Of course, she could risk being discovered and try to sneak into the castle. That way she could confirm The Chosen One, unfortunately, that was not a smart option. She didn¡¯t know if The Chosen One would believe her and the green-haired witch, that had the ability for magic perception, was difficult to deal with. No.76 wasn¡¯t sure if she could smoothly extract The Chosen One through the maze ruins while being pursued by combat witches. God¡¯s Punishment Army was born to battle witches, but they were not invincible. There was also the local lord that happened to be dreadfully powerful, which acted as a type of deterrent. Since the lord could defeat Starfall City they feared him taking possession of the many soldiers of God¡¯s Punishment Army. Since they lost the ability to repopulate, they needed humans to help them restrengthen their numbers, even if the demons are defeated. Hence, Pasha being right about them needing to, sooner or later, cooperate with the Four Kingdoms. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Taquila wouldn¡¯t turn against the Kingdom of Graycastle. Of course, if the king wanted to kill The Chosen One, it would leave her no choice. Even if she had to sacrifice herself, she would protect The Chosen One, who could dominate the Battle of the Divine Will. ¡°Can¡¯t you nap later?¡± Amy hid her smile as she said, ¡°The servant informed us that lunch and dinner will be served on time, so unlike before, we don¡¯t need to go out and spend the day finding our own food.¡± ¡°No worries, Miss Nana completely cured me.¡± No. 76 stated while patting her chest, indicating her energy had been replenished. Then she hesitated before asking, ¡°Is Lady Wendy going to show you around Neverwinter later? I¡­I don¡¯t want to stay alone.¡± ¡°You can come with us,¡± Amy responded instantly. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it, we can hang around the streets. Plus, if you come, you can help carry Hero.¡± ¡°I understand,¡± Broken Sword echoed, ¡°I don¡¯t like staying alone in the room, either.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry if I am any trouble for you,¡± Hero smiled at No. 76. Annie calmly said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll talk to Lady Wendy about it.¡± ¡°Thank you¡­¡± No. 76 bowed deeply, lowering her head. She had to admit that she had some affections for this younger generation. Even though they weren¡¯t considered a combat witches, the survivors of the Union had gradually started to change their minds. After 400 years, with the constantly shifting fortunes from prosperity to poverty and their hopeless lives in the deep cave, their moods were finally starting to shift. However, they did not have to take turns carrying Hero as they had expected. Wendy brought a delicate wheelchair. ¡°You can push the wheels to drive it back and forth. If you rotate the wheels you can change directions.¡± She personally demonstrated this as she explained, ¡°Anna and Soraya worked together overnight to forge this wheelchair. With it, Hero can go anywhere, within a limited area.¡± Hearing the name of Anna, No. 76 was startled. Wasn¡¯t Anna the High Awakened claimed by Nana? Would they really go through so much trouble for a common witch who had lost her legs? ¡°Thank you¡­My Lady,¡± Hero said, choking back tears. ¡°You¡¯re welcome. Please regard Neverwinter as your personal home.¡± Wendy said gently, ¡°As I¡¯ve mentioned, all the witches here are your sisters.¡± While Hero familiarized herself with the wheelchair, Annie asked Wendy, the leader of the Union, if No. 76 could join them. However, Wendy didn¡¯t respond quickly, instead, she turned to look at her. After a moment passed Wendy nodded, ¡°Sure, what¡¯s one person more.¡± However, the long pause caught No. 76 off guard. Somehow, the pause made her feel uneasy. Is my inspection not over yet? Chapter 700 Chapter 700: The First Senior Witch Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It would be meaningless to fret over the matter now as she had to follow those four even if that would catch attention from others; this would be the best opportunity to observe the city and the Witch Union closely. If she waited until the witches entered the Castle District, it would be much harder to keep in contact with them. With that thought, No.76 showed Wendy a somewhat timid smile. ¡°I¡¯m sorry to have caused to so much trouble.¡± ¡°See, I told you that Miss Wendy wouldn¡¯t mind,¡± Amy said with a grin. Instead, it was Annie who sensed something strange. She looked at the two people and did not say a word. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± After Hero became a bit familiar with using the wheelchair, Wendy clapped her hands and smiled. ¡°Our first stop for today is the central area of Neverwinter, North Slope Mine!¡± ¡°Mine?¡± All five of them were dumbfounded for a moment. ¡°What¡¯s the point of visiting a mine?¡± That was the first thought came to No. 76¡¯s mind. She could bet that the rest of the group were having similar thoughts. In both Taquila and the Kingdom of Dawn, labors such as mining were all distributed to slaves or prisoners. The working environment in the mine was extremely hazardous. It was common to have deaths and injuries for heavy labors like mining and transporting. Only the valueless ones would be left in the mines to perish. ¡°Perhaps Wendy¡¯s purpose is to exhort newcomers like us to behave ourselves by showing us the consequences of disobedience?¡± No. 76 guessed. However, there were no hints of threat in Wendy¡¯s tone. ¡°Instead of a mine, it¡¯s more like the source of power to Neverwinter. The more steel that one could produce, the more qualified the one would become to represent justice. This is a sentence that His Majesty always says to us. It¡¯s a mouthful, right?¡± There was a lingering smile in her eyes when she talked about the king. ¡°Anyways, you guys will know when you guys see it.¡± ¡°Represent¡­ justice?¡± No. 76 pondered this phrase several times in her mind and still failed to figure out the relation between steel and justice. When they walked out of the Foreign Affairs Building, the snow on the street had been cleaned. They did not know what kind of magical method that the locals used, there was now only a puddle of water at where the heavy snow had previously piled up. New snow was flowing from the sky, but much less compared to that a few days ago. Hectic freemen were everywhere on the street, seeming to have endless work, they walked hurriedly through the streets and allies in the snow. It was the serene time of severe winter and the Months of Demons, but the whole city was filled with liveliness. The Five-Colored Stone heated up again, she looked around and soon found her target. There were two people above her head¡­ no, it was a human and a bird, presumably coming to keep an eye on them. The Witch Union had impressed No. 76 furthermore this time. Such means and conscientiousness were comparable to the small city-state during the Taquila age. It did not seem like a wild witch organization after the decline of the Union. Besides, she also confirmed that her judgment was accurate, with the clairvoyant power of the green-haired witch, plus the tracking of the flying witch, it would be impossible for her to escape from this place after having exposed her identity. ¡°Since we¡¯ve got some time on the way to the mine, let me simply introduce the identity of the witch along with some knowledge regarding witches¡¯ power.¡± The red-haired witch led the group to the north and said, ¡°Since the awakening stage, witches are facing the trouble of the magic power bites. The church used to call it the Demonic Torture. However, it¡¯s actually a natural reaction due to the continual growth of magic power. You guys must have already known this point by now.¡± Annie calmly nodded and said, ¡°Yes, otherwise it would be difficult to survive through adulthood.¡± Amy raised her hand and added, ¡°I heard about it from Broken Sword.¡± Broken Sword said with a little embarrassment, ¡°I used my powers quite frequently at the time when I wandered in the wilderness. I was just randomly guessing though.¡± Wendy exclaimed with a sigh. ¡°The Witch Cooperation Association said the same words too. It¡¯s a blessing that we all made it through. Once we¡¯ve stepped into adulthood, the original power of the witch will be solidified and a witch might even develop a derivative skill. The specific symptom is that the magic swirl in her body will expand and becomes distinct.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Amy asked in curiosity. ¡°Something that every witch has, it¡¯s like an air current that never ceases to stop swirling.¡± Wendy patted the young girl¡¯s head lovingly. ¡°Only a few witches are able to observe them. It¡¯s the exact form of the magic power, the specifics of its form determine the type of magic power.¡± ¡°Is, Is that so?¡± Amy asked in astonishment. Wendy smiled and said, ¡°Wait until the day to test your magic power. These are all the items that need to be recorded. By that time, you¡¯ll know the look of the magic swirl inside your body.¡± No. 76 could not help but frown, thinking, ¡°Has this kind of knowledge about the survival of witches become a secret? What did Starfall City do? The more witches survive, the more ingredients they¡¯ll have to establish the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Why did they block information like this?¡± ¡°Or perhaps, in these 400 years, the witches of Starfall City deviated from the will of Lady Alice?¡± Wendy continued to explain, ¡°However, the day of adulthood isn¡¯t the end of a witch¡¯s magical power. Besides the consolidation of power, there¡¯s even the evolution of power. There are no limits on the number of times a power can evolve. It¡¯ll not be confined to the original power either. As long as a witch continues to strengthen her understanding of herself and magic power, her ability will continue to evolve.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Amy exclaimed in excitement. ¡°Someone like me could evolve too?¡± ¡°Of course. As long as you study hard.¡± With these words, Wendy took out a thin silver plate with a red crystal embedded in it and said, ¡°Come to me, I want to introduce a new sister to you all.¡± No. 76 could not believe what she saw. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ The Sigil of Listening?¡± Her pupils contracted all the sudden. ¡°How can a wild witch organization own the heritage of the Holy City of Taquila ?¡± ¡°No¡­ they would have such a chance. They might find a couple of remaining Sigils of Listening from the scattered ruins of the kingdom. This equipment was usually distributed to Blessed Warriors. I remember¡­ the Quest Society never made such crude Sigils of Listening.¡± ¡°Yes, it looks like an incomplete sigil. Like a temporary test target made by some unknown witch.¡± As soon as the red-haired witch finished her sentence, the silhouette in the sky rushed down and perched on her head. It turned out to be a lovely blonde girl and a fat white pigeon which No.76 thought must be the girl¡¯s pet. The group still stood agape as they were shocked by the speaking crystal. ¡°Hello, everyone.¡± The young girl showed a bright smile. ¡°My name is Lightning, the greatest adventurer of Neverwinter!¡± ¡°I¡¯m Maggie! Coo-Coo!¡± Pigeon said and spread its wings. ¡°Gosh, the bird is talking!¡± Amy widened her eyes. ¡°They¡¯re witches,¡± Annie said calmly, ¡°The power is most likely related to changing the body shape.¡± ¡°You guessed right.¡± Wendy stretched her arm to allow the Pigeon to rest on it. ¡°She¡¯s a sister of ours that went through the evolution of power.¡± ¡°So it¡¯s not a pet¡­¡± No. 76 blanked out for a moment. ¡°Wait, what did she say? That pigeon called Maggie is a Senior Witch?¡± She stared at the pigeon. It rubbed Wendy¡¯s cheek amiably and spread its wings and lifted its head up when being introduced to the group. It seemed to be presenting its strength by doing so. She could not help but wonder, ¡°Is, is it really a Senior Witch?¡± ¡°Back in Taquila , she would be able to join the upper class of the Union and become one of the rulers of the Holy City!¡± ¡°I should show respect to every Senior Witch. It¡¯s an unbreakable rule of the Union, but¡­¡± No. 76 felt something cracked in her heart. Chapter 701 Chapter 701: A Hundred Years of Evolution Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Wow! I didn¡¯t know that Maggie had such great power!¡± Amy exclaimed. ¡°Coo, coo!¡± ¡°She does?¡± Lightning expressed some unsatisfaction. ¡°She¡¯s just older than us. When I reach adulthood, I¡¯ll surely develop even stronger, new abilities!¡± ¡°Oh¡­ then, can you tell me what new ability Miss. Maggie gained once she reached adulthood?¡± ¡°She transformed into a flying monster for the first time. In that form she¡¯s massive and fierce looking, her body even shadows the sun when she soars through the sky. That form isn¡¯t lovely at all.¡± ¡°Coo¡­¡± Lightning dropped her head in despondency. ¡°A flying monster¡­ I¡¯d love to see that!¡± ¡°Me too!¡± The group of witches surrounded Maggie and Lightening. No. 76 felt anxious and thought to herself, ¡°These imbeciles are all amateurs. They don¡¯t seem to understand at all. Who cares about a Senior Witch looking cute or dreadful? Isn¡¯t the point supposed to be about the relationship between your evolution of power and the Magic Cyclone, as well as about how to become a Senior Witch?¡± No. 76 struggled to maintain her smile and she felt her mouth as it started to twitch. Sensing that the subject of the conservation had been diverted from the point, No. 76 had no choice but to speak, ¡°Maggie appears to be exactly like any normal pigeon¡­ how do we know that her power already went through an evolution?¡± There was a possibility this question could expose her identity, but No. 76 didn¡¯t care much about that at this point. No. 76 decided to take the chance regardless. ¡± Perhaps they knew a way to discern the difference between the Day of Awakening and the solidification of adulthood. Even so, they may have confused a derivative skill as a High Awakening, sometimes a lucky person received multiple derivative skills. ¡± ¡°We differentiate it by the magic power,¡± Wendy answered No. 76¡¯s question, ¡°if we say that a normal witch¡¯s magic power is like a cyclone or a thin mist, the magic power will cohere and become a bright new form, after the evolution. For instance, Maggie¡¯s magic power now takes the form of stretched white wings, very different from the foggy mist in her past.¡± ¡°Her description of the reconstruction of the magic¡¯s cohesion is exactly the same as the definition presented by the Union.¡± Wendy¡¯s words eradicated the last of No. 76 doubts. If Wendy wasn¡¯t lying, then Maggie was indeed a Senior Witch. Although No.76 didn¡¯t have the ability to observe magic power directly, Wendy¡¯s confidence in her words, and the accuracy of her theory, showed that she had a comprehensive knowledge regarding the magic evolution. ¡°I see how it is,¡± No. 76 tried to conceal her inner excitement as she pretended not to understand the issue, ¡°Your power¡­ is like that too then?¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t cohered my magic power.¡± Wendy said frankly, ¡°Compared to Anna, I still have a lot to learn.¡± ¡°So, she became the manager of the whole union as an ¡®Original Witch¡¯ and even befriended the higher ascendants?¡± Observing the intimate and amiable look of the pigeon, No.76 suddenly had a thought, she had indeed slept for too long. This world was drastically different from the Taquila era that she had known. The witches of the Kingdom of Wolfheart didn¡¯t sense No. 76¡¯s complex emotions, except for Annie. The three witches were playing with Maggie and laughing. As the group climbed the mountain, No. 76 deliberately slowed down and dropped to the back of the group. She moved her hand, which bore a ring of Five-Colors Stone, up to her eyes and pretended to rub her eyes so she could observe Lightning and Maggie through the gleaming Magic Stone. Since Lightning and Maggie were using their powers, two conspicuous orange lights appeared before No.76¡¯s eyes. The beams of light above Lightning¡¯s head were similar to that of Annie¡¯s. They were about a finger width wide. Maggie¡¯s beams of light were thicker and about the width of an arm. This aligned with the theory that the Key to gaining a Senior Witch staus was more complex. When compared to the beams of the light from last night¡¯s infiltrator, their beams of light were much thinner, not to mention the gigantic, wall-like beam of light that had been in the Castle District. ¡°None of them are the Chosen One.¡± No. 76 felt an uneasiness in her heart as she remembered the name of the two. ¡­ After they had entered the North Slope Mine, the noise surrounding them became louder and louder. The witches were surprised to see that the mine was still in full operation, despite the snow and frigid winds. The busy miners could be seen everywhere on the street. To their surprise, none of the miners wore ragged prisoner¡¯s cloth. Instead, the miners were all wearing thick leather coats with different colored cloth belts wrapped around their heads. The cloth seemed to represent different work. The ground near the entrance of the mine was covered with iron bars of the same width. Four-wheel carriages moved on the iron bars, but there were no drivers or horses. Colorful banners were hanging down from the orbit. There were big letters on the banners¡ªlabor is the most glorious act, use your own hands to win the future, ten years of working and a hundred years of housing¡­The scarlet banners, white snow, and black railway composed the main colors of the mine. ¡°Before His Majesty became Lord of Border Town, the seasonal ore from Border Town would only exchange for a few hundred gold royals. During the winter, workers were unable to produce any ore due to the Months of Demons. Locals couldn¡¯t even feed themselves with the money they could get.¡± Wendy slowed her pace and turned around, ¡°After His Majesty arrived in the Western Region, and saved a witch named Anna, the door to cooperation between witches and humans was thus opened.¡± ¡°Do you see those black steel machines? They are hand-made by Anna. They can dig tubs, drain water without the drive of magic power, and can be operated by anyone. With this equipment, the production of the mine increased more than ten times. People¡¯s salary now, not only filled their stomachs but also allowed them to buy new cloth or homes. The obvious profits allowed the town¡¯s people to accept the existence of witches.¡± ¡°You guys asked recently what the witches job is. The answer is to create a better life.¡± Wendy stroked the red hair on her forehead and said proudly, ¡°If you guys joined the Witch Union, we could build this city together and fight for this big family. The citizens will firmly remember your names in the future.¡± They could tell that even Annie, who was usually very composed, had been shaken by Wendy¡¯s words. Her hands that held the wheelchair flexed and fully showed her emotions. The rest of the people seemed dazed after they heard the words ¡®family of witches.¡¯ To refugees like them, there was nothing more enchanting than a cozy place to live. Only No. 76¡¯s heart was filled with doubts. ¡°The key point of the change in Wendy¡¯s story was not the witches, but the black machinery. A local citizen would be a lowerclassman, even among the common people. How had they known how to build those machines? An awakening would only bring a boost to the person¡¯s magic power and physical strength, however, it would not bring them unseen knowledge.¡± ¡­ Wendy¡¯s next sentence almost caused No. 76 to have a heart attack. ¡°Since we have reached the North Slope Mountain, let¡¯s go see Miss Anna.¡± Wendy smiled softly, ¡°She is not only the busiest witch in the union but also the only genius that has gone through two evolutions.¡± Chapter 702 Chapter 702: Someone Impossible to Meet Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Passing through a mountain path guarded by numerous guards, No. 76 could see the red brick wall looming in the snow forest. Judging from the outposts set along the path, No. 76 was sure that she would not have been allowed to enter such a restricted area if she had acted alone. Senior Witches were finally treated in a way befitting their position. At least, such a massive display of guards would not be disgraceful to these promoted people. Although she did not understand why a witch so gifted would build her home on the North Slope Mountain Ridges. Furthermore, No. 76 still was not fully convinced about what Wendy had said. Anyhow, it sounded too incredible to her that a witch could experience awakenings twice so soon after she had come of age. She knew that even though the number of times a witch awakened did not represent one¡¯s strength or ability, yet the perseverance, intelligence, and perception one required to achieve awakenings twice were much more than she could imagine. Even in the entire Union, there were hardly any witches who was as exceptional as this one. She was really surprised to meet such a witch in the kingdom of the common people. As they walked close to the walls, No. 76 noticed something strange. ¡°Is this really where the witch lives?¡± Looking over the top of the walls, No. 76 could only see a few roofs put up with canvas. There was no castle or stone tower here, not even a one-story house. ¡°Here we are.¡± Wendy knocked on the gate of the yard, ¡°The backyard of North Slope Mountain is the research and development center of all kinds of mechanical equipment in Neverwinter. Apart from studying, Anna often spends her time working here. To ensure her safety, His Majesty has blocked the entire mountain path to prohibit unauthorized people from entering.¡± ¡°It¡¯s only an institute¡­¡± No. 76 frowned secretly. ¡°The guards on the path don¡¯t belong to Anna but are sent by the king. It looks like he¡¯s watching her rather than protecting her.¡± ¡°Sister Wendy.¡± A lively little girl opened the door. ¡°I¡¯ve been waiting for you for a long time!¡± ¡°Good girl, where¡¯s your sister?¡± ¡°She¡¯s doing a machine tool test with Sister Anna.¡± ¡°This is¡­?¡± Amy asked. ¡°Lucia¡¯s sister, Ring White.¡± Wendy introduced, ¡°She¡¯s now a probationary clerk for the Witch Union and hasn¡¯t awakened yet.¡± ¡°How are you?¡± The little girl greeted politely. ¡°Please come in.¡± ¡°Lucia White also spends a lot of time here working with Anna and she¡¯s responsible for the research work on metal materials,¡± Wendy said as she led everyone inside the yard, ¡°By the way, her ability also evolved when she came of age, and the improvement of her magic power is quite dramatic, like Anna¡¯s. She¡¯s among the few witches who could drive a Sigil of God¡¯s Will.¡± No. 76 almost stumbled over the threshold as she heard this. ¡°Wait, what she¡¯s talking about?¡± ¡°Sigil of God¡¯s Will?¡± No. 76 could not believe her ears. Luckily, someone soon asked, ¡°What¡¯s a Sigil?¡± ¡°A Sigil of God¡¯s Will.¡± Wendy repeated with a smile. ¡°It¡¯s a weapon that requires a tremendous amount of magic power, most people find it hard to light the four Magic Stones on it. His Majesty has hung it on the wall of the castle¡¯s hall for everyone to test their magic powers. If you join the Witch Union in the future, you have the chance to experience it yourself. At the moment, only four members of the Witch Union are capable of lighting the last Magic Stone on Sigil. Everyone is now guessing who the fifth will be.¡± ¡°Hang it on the hall? Only four witches?¡± No. 76 felt like she was listening to a fantasy. Even hearing the name of Sigil of God¡¯s Will was enough to surprise her, let alone caring about where they found it. In the Taquila age, the Sigil was the exclusive weapon for the Three Chiefs of the Union. Expect for Transcendents who spent all of their time on training, there was no one who had the required magic power to drive the golden thunder. ¡°But here they actually have ¡®only¡¯ four witches who could activate the Sigil? Don¡¯t be ridiculous! Does the Witch Union possess even more Transcendents than the Union?¡± ¡°Moreover, from what Wendy said, both Anna and Lucia aren¡¯t Extraordinary witches now. Then how could they advance to become Transcendents?¡± ¡°What sounds crazier to me is the way that the king of common people deals with the Sigil of God¡¯s Will. Since there are witches who can activate it, he must have seen the tremendous power it could cast. Then why has he placed such a precious weapon in the hall for all the witches to play with? The Sigil is a war trophy for the slaughter of a Senior Demon. Does this guy not have any common sense?¡± No. 76 suddenly felt a slight pain in her brain. The information that Lucia was also a Senior Witch had numbed her. No. 76 had seen three promoted witches in just one morning. All she wanted to do now was to ask someone why a border city ruled by common people would harbor so many Senior Witches. What was more mind-blowing to her was that they did not have any awareness of how to be a superior. For example, Lucia had been introduced by Lightning and had already integrated herself with the witches of Wolfheart. Anna was much calmer, but No. 76 could see from her face that she did not have any complaints about being managed by an Original Witch, Wendy. Through their conversations, you could see that Anna and Wendy had an affinity and trust between them. When No. 76 could not hold back her curiosity any longer and be about to blurt out her questions, she heard someone finally mention this point. ¡°May I ask how many people in the Witch Union have evolved abilities that are new?¡± Broken Sword¡¯s question was as sweet as the sound of nature to No. 76. But shortly after that, No. 76 was shocked by Wendy¡¯s response. She saw Wendy counting the number with her fingers. ¡°Well¡­ one, two, three¡­ nine, ten, just ten.¡± ¡°10¡­¡± No. 76 was so overwhelmed she had no energy to be shocked. If the information provided by ¡®Black Money¡¯ was correct, there were only about 20 witches that lived in the Western Region of Graycastle. In her plan, she merely viewed Neverwinter as her first stop, her target was Sleeping Island in the Fjords, as it was the place that had the most witches. But she did not expect to find 10 Senior Witches here. ¡°Was this a mockery of the incompetence of the Union?¡± Drawing a deep breath, No. 76 no longer stayed close to them but put the ring before her eyes, taking advantage of the time when they were showing their abilities. The beam of orange light shining from Lucia was almost twice as wide as that from Maggie. And the beam of light from Anna was much more eye-catching, almost as wide as her trunk and was nearly the same as the uninvited guest who sneaked into the Foreign Affairs Building that night. Undoubtedly, neither of them were the Chosen One. It seemed that the ¡®wall of light beam¡¯ in the castle belonged to another person. But was this possible? Was there any witch that was more exceptional than Wendy¡¯s genius, Anna, and had even experienced awakenings twice? At the moment when No. 76 was wondering, the gate of the backyard was suddenly pushed open and a blue-haired woman came in. ¡°The anticorrosive results you asked for have arrived. These are the test samples.¡± She placed several glass bottles in front of Anna. ¡°Aluminium alloy sample No. 1872 had the best result like His Majesty had predicted.¡± ¡°Thank you for your hard work, Agatha.¡± ¡°Goodbye then.¡± The witch, whose name was Agatha, nodded and turned away without paying any attention to the rest. Her demeanor gave No.76 an impression of the imposing manner that a superior would have in the Taquila age. But the moment Agatha turned around, No.76 felt like a thunderbolt flashed in her heart! She realized that she had seen this person before. Chapter 703 Chapter 703: Coming from the Past Translator: TransN Editor: TransN No. 76 knew her. She was sure about it. Even though over 400 years had gone by and she barely remembered the witch¡¯s name, the scene back then was still vivid in her mind. She remembered the blue-haired witch dropped to one knee before the Three Chiefs of the Union, solemnly took over the cope and scepter which symbolized being a higher ascendant and accepted the personal blessing of the Quest Society¡¯s leader. No. 76 was deeply impressed by the witch¡¯s figure when she turned to the audience and raised her scepter that as the youngest Senior Witch born in the Taquila age, her pride and confidence was deeply engraved on the minds of all the bystanders at the scene. At that time, No. 76 merely served as an original combat witch for the garrison. When she looked up at her junior who was standing on the stage with boundless enthusiasm, she felt a sense of infinite admiration tangled with a hint of inferiority. So the witch was Agatha. In a split second, the dusty memory fragments were pieced together in No. 76¡¯s mind. She even remembered in the later years that Agatha had been excluded from the central research group. Due to her errant behavior, she had violated the Quest Society¡¯s principle of never recruiting common people. But Agatha refused to repent. Instead, she decided to establish her own research tower outside the city of Taquila. Her status and distinction had saved her from the impediment of other people. If any Original Witch dared to go against the Quest Society openly, she would definitely be dispatched to the frontlines and be engaged in fighting bloody battles until she would end up as one of the casualties. Back then, No. 76 was discontent with Agatha and considered her behavior quite out of place at that time when there was a war to fight. For the Quest Society, losing her meant losing a young and talented promoted person. For Agatha, being excluded meant she would be deprived of most of the resources and bases for exploring the mysteries of Magic Stone. Both of the consequences would be a loss to the Holy City of Taquila. However, for No. 76 who had experienced the fall of the Union and had waited for more than 400 years, all her discontent had vanished. Now, her heart was brimming with happiness¡­ and a kind of incredulous surprise. The happiness came from the unexpected chance of being reunited with a Taquila witch here. While the surprise was she that could not understand how a Taquila witch could survive until now. It was obvious that Agatha had maintained her body, even her look, and her age of that time. It seemed everything about her was frozen since then without even a trace of aging. However, the bodies of other survivors had long ago turned into ashes, leaving only their souls that were being kept through unique methods. No. 76 fought the urge to stop Agatha and instead silently watched her walk away until the gate of the yard was closed once more. After that, she took a deep breath. She already knew what to do next. ¡­ When the light began to fade and the howling cold wind turned sharp as it usually did every night, Nightingale noticed a slight change of Sylvie¡¯s expression and so she asked, ¡°Why? What did you find out?¡± ¡°No. 76 has left the Foreign Affairs Building by jumping out of the window on the corridor of the second floor,¡± Sylvie replied. ¡°Has she?¡± Nightingale raised her eyebrow. ¡°Those windows are sealed with iron railings, aren¡¯t they?¡± ¡°Maybe they were rusty. The whole window frame could fall off easily by shaking it.¡± Sylvie stood before the French window, looking down at the city slowly hiding in the darkness. ¡°She climbed over the wall and the guards at the doorway didn¡¯t realize anything.¡± ¡°But she couldn¡¯t escape our attention.¡± Nightingale could not help but raise her lip. ¡°I¡¯m right. She must be plotting something.¡± Since keeping Roland safe was more important, she called Sylvie to the office in the castle to keep a watch on the tour of the new-comers with her. There was nothing strange about the behavior of the Wolfheart witches in the morning. After their lunch, No. 76 suddenly seemed quite uncomfortable. Sylvie could tell from her lip movements that No. 76 was tired because she had stayed up overnight. At last, No.76 listened to their suggestions and went to bed to get some rest. She skipped the tour in the afternoon. Nightingale had thought it would be a quiet and peaceful day, but things changed unexpectedly when it was almost twilight. They noticed that No. 76 started to act. ¡°You¡¯ve really guessed correctly,¡± Roland said with great spirit, closing his book, ¡°but an ordinary person who could avoid your lie detection does possess some extraordinary talent.¡± Nightingale coughed slightly. ¡°Sooner or later I¡¯ll figure out how she did it after I seize her.¡± ¡°No. 76 is moving south along a small street outside the Castle District. Wait, she stopped beside the street,¡± Sylvie continued to report, ¡°Looks like she is¡­ waiting for someone?¡± ¡°She has neither magic power nor a weapon. It looks like she¡¯s here either for intelligence or is in collusion with others and planning something big.¡± Nightingale analyzed with soaring spirit. ¡°If it¡¯s the former, she would have lurked for a little longer. Judging from her hasty reaction, maybe she¡¯ll attack tonight.¡± ¡°Attack? Attack whom?¡± Sylvie asked. ¡°Um¡­ well, we¡¯ll figure it out later.¡± After 10 minutes, Sylvie¡¯s voice turned harsh. ¡°Why? She¡¯s moving again¡­ and is now she¡¯s targeting¡­ Oh no, isn¡¯t that Agatha?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing unusual for her to be here since it¡¯s time for the workers to change shifts¡­¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°Are you sure No. 76 who doesn¡¯t have the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation is targeting Agatha, a combat witch?¡± ¡°Agatha reacted! No¡­ How¡¯s this possible!¡± Sylvie shouted incredulously. ¡°No. 76 shows the response of God¡¯s Stone.¡± The information shocked Nightingale and Roland. ¡°Nightingale!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be right there.¡± Before Roland could finish, Nightingale had entered the Mist. ¡°Sylvie, protect His Majesty in my absence.¡± ¡­ Agatha¡¯s hands were suspended in mid-air, and her heart sank abruptly. It was a small street she was walking on, leading to the Castle District, few citizens would pass by usually, especially at nightfall. When she noticed someone approaching from behind, without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and summoned Ice to freeze the attacker¡¯s feet. But, after Ice emerged in the mid-air, it lasted no more than one second, as if it never existed. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation?¡± ¡°No, if she wears a God¡¯s Stone, Ice shouldn¡¯t be able to get near her.¡± Just in front of her, a few seconds ago, the icicle she summoned was formed by magic power before it vanished. ¡°How could this be possible?¡± But Agatha understood that it was not the right time to probe into that. She was sure that the attacker had been well prepared as she had been following her in this quiet street and was capable of dispelling her magic power. But when she was ready to strike, what the attacker did shocked her. She saw the woman place her elbows at a level position and press her overlapped fingers on her chest, before bending down deeply. She had not seen this etiquette for a long time. It was a standard etiquette that was performed when a member of the Union met a superior of the Taquila age. ¡°You¡¯re¡­¡± Agatha could not stop asking. ¡°My respects to you, Lady Agatha, the youngest High Awakened,¡± the woman said slowly, ¡°Can we find a place to have a talk?¡± Chapter 704 Chapter 704: A Cross-era Talk Translator: TransN Editor: TransN No. 76 closed the door to cut off the noise in the tavern lobby and then walked back to sit opposite Agatha. No. 76 knew it would be much easier to expose herself once she acted alone and left the witches of Wolfheart, but concealing her identity was no longer her priority now. ¡°I thought you¡¯d take me somewhere out-of-the-way.¡± Agatha looked around the cubicle. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect you to bring me here.¡± ¡°The tavern has always been a good place for exchanging information and keeping in contact, my Lady.¡± No. 76 poured Agatha a mug of ale. ¡°I hope you¡¯ll forgive me for failing to provide a more elegant environment for our talk. After all, this is only my second day in Neverwinter.¡± Now that No. 76 was no longer concerned about being exposed, talking in the tavern would actually make the other party less wary to some extent, for they would certainly feel safer in a place with so many people coming and going rather than in a dark alley. Neither of them feared the cold, but Agatha would not accept the request for a private talk in some desolate place from a complete stranger who appeared out of nowhere. Even No. 76 would not accept such a request. Most importantly, since she had neither hostility toward Neverwinter nor the Witch Union, she need not consider herself as their enemy, her previous plan of hiding was only for the purpose of finding the Chosen One. Now that she had found a better way, there was no need for her to follow the original plan. Common people and witches were now faced with a mutual enemy. The danger loomed ahead. ¡°How did you find me in only two days?¡± ¡°I tried to find out where you worked, the hours when you would return to the castle and the route you would take¡­ I made the witches of Wolfheart ask Wendy about the first two things and I heard about your usual route from the residents.¡± No. 76 was brief and to the point. ¡°After I knew that you belonged to the Witch Union, I decided to take the initiative to contact you.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Agatha gazed at her keenly. ¡°So there are other witches of Taquila who survived?¡± ¡°You could say that, but we¡¯re no longer witches.¡± No. 76 knew that the only reason Agatha was willing to talk to her was that she had news about Taquila, so she did not conceal anything regarding this. ¡°There was no way to preserve the body for hundreds of years and so we could only adopt another method to extend our life. For example, the body you¡¯re looking at now belongs to a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior of the church.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ not only can you control the body but you also have the power to activate the domain of God¡¯s Stone?¡± ¡°Indeed, this was also the ultimate goal that Lady Alice was fighting for, a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior that was formed by combining a witch and a common person that could combat the demon. Even losing half of his blood would not kill the witch as long as the witch¡¯s soul was transferred to another body to form another perfect transcendent warrior.¡± ¡°I knew her plan was not that simple.¡± Agatha remained silent for a long time before finishing her ale. ¡°But judging from your tone, it sounded like the other survivors didn¡¯t agree with this method. And¡­ Why did you come here?¡± ¡°Before I give you the answer, I¡¯d like to ask you something very important,¡± No. 76 said in a low voice. ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°Have you already revealed the information about the demon, the Battle of Divine Will, and the Union to the Witch Union?¡± Agatha nodded. No. 76 suddenly showed a hint of excitement. ¡°How did they respond? Did they believe you?¡± ¡°Not only did they accept the information, they¡¯ve also started preparing for the third Battle of Divine Will,¡± she replied, ¡°In fact, a short time ago, the Witch Union confronted the demons and killed a Magic Slayer along with two Fearsome Demons.¡± No. 76 could not help but clench her fist. All the things had turned out as she had expected. Agatha had really revealed the information to the local witches. In that case, the Witch Union and Taquila have become natural allies, which meant that she no longer needed to hide her identity and could get straight to the point. Although she was also curious about the victory of the battle between the witches of the Witch Union and the Senior Demons before the fall of Bloody Moon, there was something more urgent that she had to discuss. Without hesitating, No. 76 told Agatha everything about the fight between Natalia and Alice as well as the plan of the Chosen One. ¡°I¡¯ve found the witch who can start the instrument of Divine retribution and annihilate the demons lives in the Castle District, and I hope you could help me to identify her.¡± Agatha was a little shocked. ¡°Is there anyone who can really do that?¡± ¡°Lady Pasha told me so.¡± No. 76 took off the ring and handed it over to Agatha. ¡°As long as anyone summons her power, I can see the orange light that symbolizes the ¡®Key¡¯ through the colorful Magic Stone.¡± Agatha puckered her lips before taking the ring. She observed it for a moment and said, ¡°I think you should talk to the Lord of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Of course, I¡¯ll tell Wendy everything¡­ Wait!¡± No. 76 was surprised. ¡°The Lord of Neverwinter? You mean¡­ The local leader that is a common person?¡± ¡°Yes, Roland Wimbledon, a common person who looks ordinary and is even a little rash.¡± Somehow, a faint smile appeared on Agatha¡¯s lips. ¡°He¡¯s the actual core of the Witch Union.¡± No. 76 frowned and said, ¡°I don¡¯t quite understand¡­ what do you mean?¡± ¡°I was just like you at the very beginning.¡± Agatha handed back the ring. ¡°I realized later that without Roland, the Witch Union wouldn¡¯t exist, Neverwinter wouldn¡¯t be the way it is now, and Graycastle would never defeat the church. All of the achievements came from this common person. If you want to find and take the Chosen One with you, it¡¯s Roland you need to speak to, not Wendy.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, he knows much more than you could ever imagine.¡± Agatha chuckled. ¡°You know what he told me after I woke up in the Frozen Coffin, when I was shattered and bewildered by the fact that the Union had disappeared long ago? He said that common people could defeat demons.¡± ¡°This is too¡­¡± ¡°Arrogant, right?¡± She interrupted. ¡°And I thought so in the first place. But in fact, I saw hope in him. That hope was something the witches of Neverwinter would believe in wholeheartedly. Hence, you must earn Roland¡¯s approval if Taquila wants to work with the Witch Union to fight against the demons.¡± For a moment, No. 76 could not believe her ears. If it was a wild witch who identified with the rule of a common person, she would think it made sense. After all, more than 400 years had passed since that period when the Union ruled the mainland, and the witches were superior. But she could not understand why Agatha, an authentic Taquila witch, would have so much faith in a common person. Additionally, the faith was not merely about recruiting common people as assistants for her experiment. Although she had been engaged in missions involving the secular regime before, she did not expect the mission to begin like this. No. 76 put the ring away and remained silent for a moment before saying. ¡°Please let me think about it.¡± After that, she rose to salute Agatha once again before leaving the tavern. Chapter 705 Chapter 705: The Hand Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You can come out now.¡± Agatha looked at the empty corner of the room. After she spoke, there was a faint shadow on the wall. Nightingale then came out of nowhere and blocked the dim candlelight. ¡°When did you discover me?¡± She sounded a bit surprised. ¡°When I took the ring from No. 76,¡± Agatha said as she shrugged her shoulders and raised the jug, ¡°would you like a cup?¡± ¡°If it¡¯s your treat.¡± Nightingale sat down opposite the Ice Witch and said, ¡°Can that magic stone sense magic power?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not magic power but an orange light beam, or perhaps I should say¡­ the ¡®key¡¯.¡± She took out an empty cup, filled it readily and pushed it to Nightingale. ¡°Your beam lit up half a room. It was hard not to notice it.¡± ¡°Did she notice that too?¡± ¡°Most likely,¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°She didn¡¯t mind revealing her identity in front of her own kind.¡± ¡°She and I aren¡¯t the same, just like Pure Witch and I aren¡¯t the same,¡± said Nightingale, ¡°did you believe what she said?¡± ¡°Yes, I did.¡± ¡°But you didn¡¯t take her ring.¡± ¡°Because I really want to help her and get her on the right path.¡± Agatha also poured herself a glass of ale and then drank it all¡ªthe quality of the drink was rather poor, a far cry from Evelyn¡¯s fruity liquor and the strange-tasting Chaos Drinks. In spite of this, the sour bitterness still could not suppress her pleasure. Agatha was elated. At the very moment when No. 76 revealed her identity, the recurring sense of loneliness disappeared from her heart. It turned out that she was not the last survivor of Taquila, and there were other witches like her from the Union who had come to this era after crossing a time span of more than 400 years. Although most of the Witch Union members were very friendly, and Wendy was very affectionate toward her, Agatha constantly felt lost¡ªshe knew there was a gap between her and the other witches caused by the accumulation of centuries, which could not be erased in a short time. She could not confide to the witches in this new era, so she tried to numb herself by burying herself in work. The only exception was Roland Wimbledon. She felt a sense of comfort when she was alone with this weird common person. At first, she found it hard to understand. She realized later on that Roland had the same kind of undefinable estrangement as if he were out of touch with this world¡ªthe only difference was Roland hid it much better than her, and hardly anyone noticed it. Finally, she was no longer alone. It was for this reason that Agatha hoped No. 76 would make a request to visit Roland Wimbledon in her official identity as a Taquila witch. She looked forward to the both of them standing side by side in the Battle of Divine Will. She was already in love with the life here at Neverwinter, and naturally, she hoped that her own kind would feel the same way about this place. Furthermore, Agatha had a small hidden desire. She wanted to prove to the witches that what she had said was wise and correct¡ªco-operation between the common people and witches was the best way to fight the demons. ¡°This was why you neglected her deliberately?¡± Nightingale looked perplexed, as this was the first time she saw Agatha¡¯s real thoughts. ¡°No. 76 will understand after she¡¯s been here for some time.¡± Agatha curled her lips. ¡°Wasn¡¯t I the same?¡± This batch of survivors did not think of liking the church¡­ They did not agree with the plan of the God¡¯s Punishment Army and were reluctant to use the witches as sacrificial materials. They even split up with Lady Alice over this. This was one reason why she decided to help them. Afterwards, Nightingale was silent for a long time. Only when the rocking candle was burnt to its bottom, did she gradually disappear and return to the darkness. ¡°I hope she will make the right choice.¡± ¡°She will,¡± Agatha smiled and said, ¡°I believe that.¡± ******************* No. 76 went back along the same path to the Foreign Affairs Building, where she bumped into Anna and the others, who had finished visiting the beverage plant. ¡°I woke up and felt much better,¡± she said voluntarily before anyone had the chance to ask. ¡°It was a bit stuffy in the room, so I took a walk in the yard.¡± ¡°You should put more clothes on so that you won¡¯t catch a cold,¡± said Broken Sword with concern. Amy held her hand and said happily, ¡°It¡¯s a shame you didn¡¯t come with us this afternoon! The Chaos Drinks made by Miss Evelyn were simply out of this world!¡± ¡°Chaos¡­ Drinks?¡± ¡°Yeah, initially she could only change the taste of the drink. But after her ability evolved, she started to create delicious drinks that had unique tastes. I swear even the nobility in Wolfheart City would not have tasted something so amazing.¡± Amy said excitedly, ¡°Whether it was black tea, honey milk or fine wines, they would not be worth mentioning compared to her drinks.¡± Another Senior Witch¡­ No. 76 had become numb. Although it was unclear what Wendy and Nana meant specifically by learning, there was no doubt that in the training of witches, the Witch Union was already more advanced than the Union. According to Agatha, it seemed that all of these were started by Roland Wimbledon, a mere common person, and that was what she could not understand. Did common people understand magic power more than witches? ¡°I can testify,¡± Hero echoed. ¡°For a moment, I even thought that all the tribulations I suffered before had been worthwhile.¡± ¡°If I could have such a drink occasionally, I¡¯d never leave Neverwinter!¡± Amy stuck out her tongue. ¡°Then we should join the Witch Union,¡± Broken Sword suddenly said, ¡°as long as we¡¯re staying here, there¡¯s always the opportunity to drink it again, right?¡± ¡°I agree!¡± Amy immediately raised her hand. ¡°Yes¡­ Me too.¡± Hero nodded earnestly. The three looked at Annie, so she said reluctantly, ¡°I¡¯ll listen to you.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ You guys agreed to stay here just for a strange drink?¡± No. 76 could not help but feel startled. ¡°And Annie, didn¡¯t you say that we had to observe carefully and be cautious? We should at least decide after tomorrow¡¯s tour. If Wendy heard the reason that prompted them to make up their mind, she would certainly not know whether to laugh or cry.¡± All of a sudden, she felt envious. Simple requirements and easy decisions. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, they could move forward without hesitation. What about herself? ¡­ After everyone had fallen asleep, No. 76 quietly left her room again and climbed on the roof. Against the howling wind and snow, she raised her ring in the direction of the castle, and narrowed her eyes to see afar¡ªa light beam as wide as the city wall appeared again in front of her eyes. It still miraculously appeared in her field of vision, even without the activation of magic power and being out of the theoretical detection range. She needed to find the chosen one for the Taquila witches. This was the main purpose of this trip. Anyway, the chosen one¡¯s significance to the survivors and the meaning of the Chaos Drinks for Amy and the others was almost the same. She made her decision. ¡­ When Wendy came to the Foreign Affairs Building the next day, No. 76 handed her a letter that she had written overnight. ¡°I am Phyllis, the Taquila witch from the Maze of Desperation. I have brought news of the Providence and the savior. I would like to request an audience to see the Lord of Neverwinter, to discuss our co-operation in the Battle of Divine Will.¡± She did not avoid the Kingdom of Wolfheart¡¯s witch but solemnly said so in front of everyone. Amy and the others opened their eyes wide in disbelief as if they had heard something incredulous. ¡°No. 76¡­ what¡¯re you talking about?¡± ¡°You¡¯re a witch, too? That¡¯s great!¡± ¡°Phyllis¡­ is that your real name?¡± The three of them each responded differently, only Annie was silent. Wendy did not seem surprised and did not report this situation to the castle. Instead, she received the document and smiled at her encouragingly. ¡°Come with me, His Majesty is already waiting for you in his study.¡± Chapter 706 Chapter 706: The Formal Meeting, the Before and After of the Dispute Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland had learned about the situation of No. 76 from Nightingale. In fact, he was very interested in the distant history of Taquila and the intelligence about the Battle of Divine Will that the Taquila witch claimed to have. He had saved a lot of time and effort now that she had shown up by herself. Other than Nightingale, Sylvie, and Scroll, there were also Leaf and two potted plants in the office to prevent accidents from happening. Once the plants¡¯ abilities were cast, even if No. 76 used the God¡¯s Stone, she would not be able to eliminate the crazed vines¡ªas soon as she stalled her footsteps, Nightingale would be able to retaliate and defeat her. Potted plants looked like decorations, and were harmless when not triggered by magic power. Therefore Roland also did not need to deploy a handful of guards to surround the room¡ªhe did not want his intentions to be revealed before even starting the negotiations. When No. 76 followed Wendy into the office, Roland smiled and said, ¡°Welcome to Neverwinter, do you need any tactical eyepieces?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°¡­¡± Everyone was expressionless. Nightingale even rolled her eyes and pinched his shoulder in the Mist. ¡°Your Majesty, please don¡¯t talk nonsense at this time.¡± ¡°Ahem, okay¡­¡± Roland cleared his throat and returned to his usual calmness. ¡°So you¡¯re Taquila¡¯s No. 76?¡± ¡°My name is Phyllis, My dear King,¡± with one hand placed on her chest she slightly bowed her head and said,¡± No. 76 is just my disguise as a common person, and since you have discovered my identity, the name has lost its meaning.¡± The formal salute with the chest gesture was used when the nobility met with royalty, or when ambassadors visited other countries. It was clear that Phyllis was not ignorant of secular etiquette. Roland did not mind the honorific title and slightly inappropriate wording. He was more concerned with actual interests, rather than verbal fame. ¡°Let¡¯s sit down and talk,¡± he nodded. ¡°I have so many questions to ask you.¡± ¡°If I¡¯m able to answer, I will,¡± said Phyllis solemnly. It was probably due to the fact that she hadn¡¯t spoken for such a long time to a ¡°common person¡± like him, so her expression was quite rigid. She probably wanted to be polite and at the same time, not lose Taquila¡¯s arrogance of being the previous ruler of the world. Roland was amused when he remembered Yorko¡¯s description of Phyllis. When she was disguised as a maid, she blended into her role seamlessly. Now she had regained her formal status and she was still determined to maintain that pride even if the Witch Empire had disintegrated long ago. Without a doubt, the name of Taquila had long been part of their faith. ¡°The first is information about you. After all, if we want to work together against the demon, it is always better to know more about each other.¡± Roland drank his tea, and asked unhurriedly, ¡°To be honest, I have always been very curious how the Union was divided into two factions. Since you were all witches, why did the church pursue its own kind? Especially after knowing the existence of the perfect form of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, the doubts intensified. Could you enlighten me on the details?¡± Phyllis probably did not expect him to ask this question first, and she hesitated for a moment before replying, ¡°No one expected things to turn out like this before entering the ruin of the maze.¡± ¡°Did you mean that this was related to the ruin?¡± ¡°Without the discovery in the ruin, the God¡¯s Punishment Army could not be created. The remaining witches would not be able to survive¡­ but unfortunately, we discovered that too late.¡± She sighed softly. ¡°Other than finding the method of Soul Transfer in the maze, the fugitives also found something else¡­ It was because of them that Lady Natalya and the Queen of Starfall City split into factions, and this led to their ultimate break.¡± ¡°Something¡­ else?¡± Roland frowned. ¡°I can¡¯t reveal more at the moment. I can only discuss more in detail after we have found the Chosen One¡ªat that time, Lady Pasha will speak to you personally.¡± ¡°Who is Pasha?¡± ¡°She¡¯s the successor to the Three Chiefs of the Union as well as the trusted leader of the survivors,¡± explained Phyllis. If he were not mistaken, the Holy City had already collapsed at that time. Whatever it was that caused a group of dying fugitives to even settle their problems by fighting amongst themselves had to be a weapon stronger than Providence. ¡°Couldn¡¯t the two sides coexist? Since the perfect form of God¡¯s Punishment Army didn¡¯t cost the witches¡¯ lives, it would have been enough to select volunteers to attend the incarnation ceremony. Why did Alice want to overturn the remnants of the Union?¡± When these words were asked, Phyllis¡¯s face showed a rare bitterness. ¡°Not cost the lives of the witches? No¡­ Your Majesty, things were not as simple as you thought.¡± The shell I used initially came from one of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors who failed to transfer. Do you know how long it took me to adapt to that shell?¡± ¡°10 years?¡± Roland pondered. This was also the time normally required to train a knight. ¡°Nearly 50 years,¡± she shook her head and said, ¡°when I became familiar with manipulating a body that I didn¡¯t own, the original shell of the God¡¯s Punishment Army was already aging.¡± The witches at the scene could not help but gasp. ¡°The magic power that melted into the blood destroyed most of the senses, including touch, taste and smell¡­ so the God¡¯s Punishment Army didn¡¯t feel pain and hence didn¡¯t feel scared of being injured. But for us, it was the equivalent of subverting the past memories. Walking, talking and forming a fist all needed to be re-mastered¡­ At the beginning, one couldn¡¯t even stand up and hold a cup required a huge amount of effort. It took decades of daily repetition to train the brain to remember these actions. If you counted weapon and combat skills, it would take hundreds of years.¡± Phyllis paused and said, ¡°So you can imagine what happened next.¡± Roland frowned for a moment before saying, ¡°Alice needed a lot of empty shells.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Once a witch didn¡¯t die, one of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors who had lived for hundreds of years would be much more powerful than a newly converted warrior. In order to continue this power that had been accumulated during years of experience, she had to create more shells to let the souls live on. Even if the new shell took some time to adapt to, but compared to starting from scratch, this time could be shortened to a few years.¡± ¡°And the shell¡¯s providers were just weak witches, therefore Lady Alice had to replace the Union so that she could become the absolute ruler of the witches. This was the only way that she could easily use some of the witches as sacrificial material.¡± Phyllis closed her eyes. ¡°Under the threat of the Battle of Divine Will, she was almost close to success. Most of the Union¡¯s senior staff had acquiesced to her behavior¡­ and if it weren¡¯t for the new discoveries in the ruin, the God¡¯s Punishment Army would have been the only way to survive.¡± Chapter 707 Chapter 707: The Queen Of Starfall City¡¯s Path Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°It sounded just like she had explained,¡± Roland thought. Ashes once said that the difference between the God¡¯s Punishment Army and the Extraordinary was not their strength nor reaction, but their wisdom. If a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior had a witch¡¯s mind and were immortal, her combat experience which was accumulated over centuries would reach a horrifying level. Such fighters would be even stronger than the Extraordinary. If he were fighting against the full version of God¡¯s Punishment Army in Coldwind Ridge, the result would most probably be reversed. The church only needed to split the whole corps into many squads to infiltrate the base of Kingdom of Graycastle. These squads could start battles through widespread harassment and he would not be able to guard against them. So it seemed that the long adaption was not the main issue. As long as the soul could continue to transfer, it would be natural to keep the powerful veteran warriors. Only one question remained. How many God¡¯s Punishment Warriors did Alice save before the Bloody Moon? The powerful shells also had a higher tolerance than normal people. They would enter the old age when they were about 100 years old. If one were involved in the incarnation ceremony at the age of 20, it could be used for seven or eight decades. Even without calculating the failure rate of the transformation and soul transfer, a witch could only create two shells. This directly restricted the number of the corps. If one wanted to create an army of thousands of God¡¯s Punishment corps, the number of witches consumed in the succession of 400 years would be terrible. When he asked this question, Phyllis bit her lip and replied, ¡°All.¡± Roland was startled, and suspected he had heard wrongly, ¡°What?¡± ¡°Other than the Transcendents, she planned to transform all the witches into the God¡¯s Punishment Army, to withstand the final doomsday.¡± She repeated. ¡°Wait a minute, how could this be done? If you wanted to overpower the Senior Demons, one had to be a very well-trained God¡¯s Punishment Warrior. But to get such warriors, wouldn¡¯t many shells needed to be reserved to transfer the souls?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, but there was another way to preserve the soul, and that was to move it into other vessels first.¡± ¡°Other¡­ vessels?¡± ¡°We call it hibernation.¡± Phyllis¡¯s words caused Roland to shiver. ¡°During this period, the person hibernating did not need to consume anything, and felt nothing, until it would be awakened again. How else do you think we could survive that difficult period of the early days? After the fallout with Starfall City, we did not have any usable shells of the God¡¯s Punishment Army, so we survived purely on hibernation. Of course, with the exception of some witches¡­ such as Lady Pasha.¡± ¡°What about her?¡± ¡°When you see her, you will understand.¡± Phyllis did not elaborate. ¡°In short, Lady Alice intended to train and form sophisticated God¡¯s Punishment Warriors in a century, and then let the souls hibernate in order to cut down on the consumption of the shells. As a result, Starfall City would be able to continually transform the God¡¯s Punishment Army. When the Bloody Moon arrived, all the souls would be awakened, and the number of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors would far exceed the limits that the witch community could bear.¡± This meant that every witch alive on the eve of the battle would be transformed. Wendy, Sylvie, and Leaf lost the color from their faces. Although he could not see the expression on Nightingale¡¯s face, Roland knew she would certainly look gloomy as well. ¡°And Alice herself¡­ Was she also going to participate in the transfer of souls?¡± ¡°No,¡± Phyllis sighed. ¡°And that¡¯s what I later heard from Lady Pasha. Queen of Starfall City and her followers never wanted to extend their lives from the very beginning. They wanted to devote the rest of their lives to the recast of the new order, in order to ensure that the plan of the God¡¯s Punishment Army would not deviate from the intended track. Only when she was transcendent, would she have the strength and prestige to govern the Union¡­ And only that flaming red hair would symbolize the neverending morale of Starfall City.¡± At this point, her eyes revealed a touch of extremely complex light, with fear, sigh, and respect. Roland vaguely understood her intentions. They were both obviously in disagreement, yet he was still shocked by her spirit. In order to defeat the demons so that the witch group could continue to live, the Queen of Starfall City would be willing to pay any price and move forward without hesitation. Such an opponent would certainly be worthy of respect. The gaps of the incomplete historical records had finally been filled. Perhaps the complete version of the God¡¯s Punishment Army was too cruel. Hence a split became unavoidable when something was uncovered in the ruins and the plan of God¡¯s Punishment Army no longer became the only viable solution to fight against the demons. After the split, the Union was severely battered. The Starfall City witches evolved into the church, and after Alice¡¯s death, they gradually swayed from the Queen¡¯s original path. ¡°Were the vessel, Soul Transfers, and The Chosen One all related to what was found in the ruins?¡± He asked. Phyllis recollected her thoughts and answered, ¡°You could say that.¡± ¡°And you still can¡¯t disclose it now?¡± ¡°Only Lady Pasha can make this decision.¡± ¡°How would The Chosen One be able to defeat the demons?¡± Roland frowned and said, ¡°I can¡¯t possibly agree to work with you without knowing anything.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure about this either. The person in charge of researching¡­ the instrument of Divine retribution is Celine.¡± She said slowly,¡± We could first identify The Chosen One, and then continue this discussion. Confirming the candidate will pose no danger to the witches of Neverwinter. And Taquila would never harm its own kind in order to fight the demon. Otherwise, no one would follow Lady Natalya until the end.¡± ¡°What do we need to do?¡± ¡°It¡¯s quite simple. Every member of the Union would just need to demonstrate their ability once.¡± Phyllis raised her ring. ¡°Through it, I can see the witches who have the talent of The Chosen One.¡± Nightingale had already briefly described to him the fact that the Magic Stone could cast a strange beam of light. Roland considered for a moment. ¡°After finding The Chosen One, will Pasha be able to come immediately to Neverwinter?¡± ¡°It¡¯s impossible for Lady Pasha to leave the maze, but she will talk to you directly¡­ with the help of some magical means.¡± Phyllis replied, ¡°She¡¯ll be able to sense my position instantly once I crush this Five-Colors Stone. So I can only call her after I have found The Chosen One.¡± ¡°I got it,¡± Roland nodded finally. ¡°In the afternoon in the castle garden, you would be able to see all the witches of Neverwinter.¡± Phyllis looked a lot more at ease after she got his approval. She did the formal salute again touching her chest and bowed. ¡°Thank you for your promise. After the defeat of the demon, your name will be revered just like Taquila. ¡± However, Roland did not care about how long his name would circulate. He promised her request because he had a strong curiosity about The Chosen One and what was found in the ruins, but the rest was due to Agatha¡¯s trust in him. Since she wanted to help these survivors, he also did not mind helping out. Chapter 708 Chapter 708: Testing the Light Beams Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ For the first time, Phyllis felt that waiting was like agony. She thought that after four centuries of training, time would be the last thing she would be bothered about. She did not expect to feel restless after just one morning. If Celine¡¯s argument was correct, finding The Chosen One would mean the end of the Battle of Divine Will. The instrument of Divine retribution had the ability to destroy all the demons and her mission would then be over. Without the shells made by the church, most of the survivors would fall into a deep sleep that they might never be awakened from; or they might fuse their souls with Lady Eleanor to contribute their last breath. Every time she thought of this, she felt an indescribable confusion. Aside from the long-awaited relief, she also felt a trace of disappointment. A life imprisoned in the shell, even if it could be sustained, was still a form of torture. Once the war was over, she could finally rest forever. But she also found it hard to imagine that once she closed her eyes, she would never again see the glorious world of Taquila. The two conflicting emotions kept afflicting her until the afternoon came. ¡°Are you ready?¡± Wendy appeared in the castle hall. ¡°Always,¡± Phyllis immediately stood up. ¡°Come with me.¡± Accompanied by Wendy, she walked through a promenade made up of olive trees in the castle backyard, into a small open space. It was surrounded by fences and covered by dense vines, so she could only see a glimpse of the overhead sky, and the ¡°walkway¡± she saw when she came. The only way out from here was to follow the same path when she entered. Phyllis instantly understood the reason for this. The witches under observation would appear one by one at the end of the promenade. This distance did not affect the observation, yet also guaranteed the safety of the Union members. If she had any unforeseen movements, this promenade would definitely be a huge obstacle for her. Phyllis did not feel repulsed and instead, she started to have a better impression of the king who was a common person¡ªat least he did not regard the witch as an optional accessory. His behavior was completely understandable before he could fully trust her. At the moment, her impression of the Witch Union was on the same level as the Holy City. A witch organization that was large and had various means would not be able to assert its influence if it suffered from secular suppression. Now they also had a strong footing in the king¡¯s heart, so the Witch Union was starting to look more like the Union. Shortly after Wendy left, the first witch appeared quickly in her field of vision. It was Agatha. When the youngest promoted person of the Taquila age summoned a clear, pale blue ice crystal, Phyllis observed that the beam of light was like Maggie¡¯s, hence she was not The Chosen One she was looking for. After the test was completed, Agatha did not leave the promenade but walked straight to her. ¡°My Lady?¡± Phyllis was a little surprised. ¡°I used to be a member of the Quest Society, and I¡¯m very interested in things such as the Magic Stone. I hope you don¡¯t mind if I stay to observe?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Phyllis shook her head first, then politely gave her a salute for the Senior Witches. ¡°By the way, I haven¡¯t yet thanked you for your help. If it weren¡¯t for you, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to pick The Chosen One that quickly. ¡± ¡°It was your own choice as well,¡± said Agatha, waving her hand. ¡°Let¡¯s continue watching.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± One by one, the witches displayed their ability at the end of the corridor. She placed the ring between the two people. Other than observing the intensity of the light beams, Agatha also recorded the results. During this period, Phyllis also found a lot of dazzling orange lights. For example, the width of the light beam of the witch named Soraya was more than that of her shoulders and she was even better than Anna or Nightingale. There was another witch called Evelyn, whose light beam had an alarming intensity which was almost twice that of Anna. Echo and Summer were those who had stronger orange lights. Both also reached the same level of body width. The most prominent member of the union was Leaf. When she cast her magic, Phyllis thought for a moment that she had seen Lady Eleanor. Countless orange lights with as wide as fingers rose up to the sky, just like a fence connecting heaven and earth¡ªthese light beams came from each plant in the garden. They echoed the magic power of Leaf, like living creatures. The beam of light above Leaf¡¯s head was close to the edge of the Five-Colors Stone and did not pale in comparison to Lady Eleanor. When her beam of light was cast, Phyllis felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She thought that Leaf was The Chosen One that all the Taquila survivors had been praying for. However, after forcibly suppressing her mood, she found that the beam was still a little bit away from the edge of the Magic Stone¡ªthe ¡°key¡± would not change the orange light beams that it reflected, regardless of the distance of the target. As long as it was placed in front of the eye, the scene would reflect the real performance of the key. Although the entire castle backyard was full of raised light beams, they were not that light wall she had seen before. The misty light beams were magnificent, but still did not connect. Neither of them was The Chosen One. After she let out a deep breath, Phyllis lowered the ring and waited quietly for the next witch to appear. She still did not see that thick light wall after it ended. ¡°You have seen all the members of the Witch Union,¡± Agatha closed the notebook, ¡°Is Leaf The Chosen One that you are looking for?¡± ¡°The Chosen One isn¡¯t amongst them¡­¡± Phyllis whispered after a moment¡¯s silence, ¡°Although her beam of light is amazing¡­ but it¡¯s still a long way from what I have observed at night.¡± She began to feel anxious again. ¡°Why is this happening? Did Roland Wimbledon hide The Chosen One? Or did someone in the Witch Union not come today? Is Roland actually unwilling to unite with Taquila to fight the demon, or is he still wary of the Witch Empire that once ruled the entire continent?¡± Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and she rejected all these ideas. ¡°No, it doesn¡¯t make sense. It¡¯s impossible for him to hide The Chosen One without the Five-Colors Stone. And Lady Agatha will never collude with the common people to deceive me. I need to stay calm at this moment¡­ Unfair accusations and doubts will only make things worse.¡± ¡°At night?¡± Agatha frowned. ¡°The witches generally didn¡¯t practice their abilities in the rooms, and you should have been at the Foreign Affairs Building at that time. Can the Magic Stone observe from such a distance?¡± ¡°I did see the light beams of The Chosen One¡­ Not only was the breadth much more than I could imagine, but its distance was beyond the reach of the Magic Stone, which was truly a miracle.¡± Phyllis said in a gentle tone, ¡°I swear in the name of Taquila.¡± ¡°I got it,¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°In that case, give me the ring.¡± ¡°Your Lady, you mean¡­¡± She was a little surprised. ¡°I know Nightingale¡¯s character. She¡¯ll never let you enter the Castle District at night. If The Chosen One is really in the castle, I¡¯ll help you to find her.¡± Chapter 709 Chapter 709: A Different Key Translator: TransN Editor: TransN One night passed quickly, and Phyllis stayed up for almost the entire night. She shut herself up in the room and silently waited for the result. Calm as she appeared, she made countless conjectures about the reasons for the disappearance of the Chosen One; she even suspected that Roland secretly imprisoned the witch as a plaything and concealed the truth from the Witch Union. When Wendy and Agatha came to the Foreign Affairs Building the next morning, Phyllis showed a rare tiredness¡ªmental consumption was overwhelming for the soul and she knew that her control of the body was declining. Even her hands and feet had lost their usual flexibility. However, she knew that she would not be able to close her eyes anyway until she heard the result. Through cutting off consciousness, she could temporarily get rid of the shackles of the body, but her soul would still remain awake. Unless her soul could be transferred to the magic container, otherwise hiding within the consciousness would just be a way of deceiving herself. Phyllis even faintly missed the ¡°long sleep¡± now. ¡°The result is¡­¡± ¡°We found the beams of light that you mentioned.¡± She did not expect the first words of Agatha to crush the burden in her heart. Phyllis blinked her eyes and whispered again for fear of missing the words, ¡°like a light wall?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, like a light wall. It does exist in the castle,¡± Wendy said. ¡°But we can¡¯t be sure whether he¡¯s the Chosen One you said.¡± In other words, she was not mistaken. They found the owner of the orange light! ¡°No¡­ it can¡¯t be wrong,¡± said Phyllis, hearing a voice in her heart cheer. ¡°Praise the deities! Praise the Holy City of Taquila!¡± ¡°If she can emit such a beam of light, then she must be the Chosen One we¡¯re looking for! Is she a Senior Witch? What¡¯s her name?¡± Instead of answering her, Wendy gave her an odd expression¡ªit seemed that she was withholding her laughter and also feeling sorry for her. ¡°Well, this¡­ I¡¯m afraid that I¡¯ll have to disappoint you.¡± Wendy covered her mouth and gently coughed. ¡°Could something be wrong with the Five-Colors Stone?¡± Agatha returned the ring to her and said, ¡°I think you¡¯d better contact Pasha quickly.¡± Something was wrong? What on earth happened? ¡°Hold on¡­¡± Phyllis suddenly felt as if she had been struck by lightning. What did Wendy say before? [¡°But we can¡¯t be sure whether he¡¯s the Chosen One you said.¡±] He? Phyllis could not believe what she had heard and gasped. ¡°Is that orange light¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s from His Majesty Roland Wimbledon,¡± Agatha said with a shrug. ¡°Besides me, Nightingale, Anna, Wendy¡­ all the witches living on the second floor of the castle saw it. I also tested him with the Stone of Measuring and he had no magic power as usual.¡± ¡°The weapon you mentioned to defeat the demons¡­ must its manipulator be a witch?¡± Wendy finally could not resist chuckling. ¡°It would sound good if His Majesty could become a hero who defeats the demons.¡± Phyllis¡¯s heart suddenly sank. ¡°Although the instrument of Divine retribution doesn¡¯t require much magic power of the Chosen One, it doesn¡¯t mean that it can be activated without magic power. After all, it¡¯s a type of magic core, and the total amount of magic power of its manipulator determines how many times it can be used.¡± It¡¯s impossible¡­ maybe something is wrong. ¡°But yesterday I didn¡¯t see the orange light above his head¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s strange indeed. The beam of light disappeared after Roland woke up,¡± said Agatha, stroking her chin, ¡°and that¡¯s why you could only see it at night. Of course, we also asked His Majesty about it. His answer was that Zero¡¯s Soul Battlefield led him to another fictional world in his dream, just like an extra part of his memory.¡± ¡°Zero? Soul Battlefield?¡± Phyllis asked hastily, ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°The last Pope of the Church of Hermes,¡± Wendy briefly explained the battle in which Roland defeated the church, ¡°perhaps this caused the misjudgment of the magic stone ring. His Majesty was also quite surprised by the result. He also said that if you wanted to verify it, you could do so again at noon.¡± After a long silence, she gritted her teeth and said, ¡°Yes, I want to see it again.¡± ¡­ Agatha and Wendy did not deceive her. Under the supervision of the witches and guards, Phyllis once again saw the beam of orange light as wide as a city wall, and its source was the sleeping king of Graycastle. At that moment, she felt all her energy was drained and a strong dizziness hit her. She trembled and fell on the floor, leaning against the door frame. She had already been mentally exhausted, and in an instant, the boundless darkness engulfed her. When Phyllis regained consciousness, she found herself lying in bed. She saw darkness outside the window but did not see any stars or moonlight. The north wind hit the glass rhythmically and caused intermittent tremors of the window frame. ¡°Are you awake?¡± A familiar voice emerged next to her ears. She turned her head and found that Agatha was sitting at her bedside. ¡°How long was I in a coma?¡± ¡°For about half a day or so,¡± said the Ice Witch, reaching out to smooth down her hair on her forehead, ¡°your reaction really shocked Nightingale.¡± ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m fine now¡­¡± Phyllis whispered. Though she tried to comfort herself, she did not feel better at all. She had finally found the so-called Chosen One, who turned out to be a common person. It was no less shocking than the fall of both Natalia and Alice. The belief of Lady Natalya, the persistence of Taquila survivors¡­ and plan of the Chosen One, were the reason all of them had been preparing for hundreds of years, yet it all finished in such a dramatic manner. Even though there were hundreds of witches on the Sleeping Island and Leaf¡¯s quality was close to the requirements of the Chosen One, she could predict that it would still be an insurmountable gap. Perhaps their choice was not much better than that of the Starfall City. ¡°I don¡¯t quite understand how you view the Chosen One, but¡­ even without such a witch, we have fought the demons for hundreds of years, haven¡¯t we? I thought witches who have survived such disasters would be able to handle any situation,¡± Agatha said slowly. ¡°But we have failed twice, and we were forced to retreat from the Land of Dawn to the corner of the Wild. If we lose again¡­¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s defeat the demons,¡± Agatha interrupted her. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you have found in the maze ruins and why you devoted all your hope to it. However, I think if it¡¯s really effective, it shouldn¡¯t be a part of the ¡®ruins¡¯. During these 400 years, the common people outside haven¡¯t stopped making progress, and there is more than one way to defeat the demons. Just like Roland said, common people could also defeat the demons by reasonably using the hidden forces of the world.¡± Phyllis looked at Agatha with tangled feelings. She was about to present her doubts but could not bring herself to do so in front of Agatha¡¯s confident demeanor. ¡°By the way, he added that there was more than one key to the deities, and that he had one as well. Maybe you should have a look before you contact the witches of Taquila.¡± ¡°His¡­ key?¡± Phyllis was shocked. ¡°Well, the key of ¡®art¡¯,¡± Agatha replied. Chapter 710 Chapter 710: Elimination and Innovation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In retrospect of what happened in the morning, Roland still felt incredulous. How could an ordinary time traveler suddenly become the Chosen One? Should he recite some poems now to express his surprise? When he woke up in the early morning and Agatha reported the observation to him, he thought there was something wrong with his ears. Since the witches all confirmed this, he decided to agree with them for the time being. Meanwhile, he knew the Taquila survivor would certainly not expect this result, so he invited her to visit him during his afternoon nap, as a way to strengthen the trust and credibility between them. He probably grew calmer since he became a king, or he was simply lazy¡­ anyway, after lying on the bench in the office and reading a few pages of Advanced Mathematics, he fell asleep easily. When he was awakened, the first scene he saw was Nightingale pulling out her pistol and Phyllis falling down unconscious. However, Roland did not believe that the so-called ¡°Chosen One¡± was really chosen by the deities. It was just because the Taquila survivors had devoted too much hope to what they had found so that they regarded the witch who could activate it as their savior. Undoubtedly, what they found in the ruins must be extraordinary, for it made the Three Chiefs of the Union oppose each other in times of the tremendous disaster. However, he doubted whether it possessed power comparable to the deities and could destroy the demons in one fell swoop. After all, if it was really as powerful as the creation of the deities, how could its creator quietly disappear in the underground maze? Of course, he had to communicate further with the survivors for more details. And the fact that his dream could be observed indirectly proved his assumption. The Dream World was indeed not entirely created by his consciousness. Its profuse details were far beyond the capacity of his brain. Someone else created the world based on the abundant material he provided. He had assumed that the witches were the terminals of magic power transforming. Now it seemed that there was a barrier between the terminal and the magic power. This barrier caused the amazing changes of the magic power. It was like a mysterious black box which carried out the orders of the witches. In other words, the realization of the witches¡¯ ability was similar to his Dream World. The only difference was that he did not have the magic power to visualize it. It reminded Roland of the relationship between the wizards and the Magic Net. The wizards could connect with the Magic Net through gestures, incantation, and reagents so as to acquire the power they needed. Comparing the barrier with the Magic Net, he could see lots of similarities between them. After he defeated Zero, he unexpectedly gained access to the barrier, but nothing more. The complexity of the orders was probably determined by the difficulty of visualization, rather than the strength and usage of the ability. On the contrary, the closer the abilities were to the essence of the magic power, the easier its transformation would be. For example, the direct conversion of the magic power into light and heat was certainly much easier than creating things, but its power was absolutely earth-shaking. This was also one of the major reasons why Roland was full of interest of the ruins. The beams of light presented by the Five-Colors Stone was a special means to ¡°send orders¡± in his opinion. An artificial thing was used to replace the witches and forge orders¡­ the study of the magic power reached a level beyond that of the Union. Besides the divine titles such as ¡°the Chosen One¡± and the instrument of Divine retribution, it might mean the seeds of new technology. This alone was enough to prompt him to communicate with the Taquila witches. Considering the fact that ¡°the Chosen One is actually a common person¡± might give a heavy blow to their confidence in the fight against the demons, Roland decided to invite Phyllis to visit the forces of the new era before going into further negotiations . In order to achieve a better ¡°persuasive¡± effect, he summoned Iron Axe to his office. ¡°How is the situation of the demonic beasts recently?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, there are just scattered demonic beasts. They can be easily solved by the patrol team on the city walls.¡± The man of Sand Nation replied after a standard military salute. ¡°Well, I intend to stage a cannon exercise in the city wall area soon. It needs to be impressive, yet also minimize waste.¡± The commander-in-chief of the First Army pondered for a while and asked, ¡°Are you saying¡­ a false one?¡± Roland could not help laughing. It seemed that Iron Axe had more and more knowledge of the gunpowder now. He said, ¡°To be more accurate, it needed to be half true and half false. When you display accurate shooting, use real bullets; when displaying fire coverage, use embedded black powder. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Iron Axe nodded immediately. Empty ammunition was commonly used in exercises, for it was not necessary to waste the precious howitzers just to impress the audience. The embedded explosives ignited by electric wires could also create a shocking effect or even a better one. Roland briefly outlined the idea in his mind. ¡°I hope the final explosion is dramatic enough. For that you can prepare more black gunpowder.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, this may affect the operation of the artillery battalion¡­¡± Roland shook his head and said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. In fact, I intend to phase out the black powder weapons, such as the 12-pound field artillery, which is no longer suitable for the fight in the future.¡± Its heavy barrel, slow launch speed, and small power of the solid balls had restricted its further usage. The battle under Coldwind Ridge fully demonstrated the limited lethality of the field artillery, especially in the face of dispersed-attacking and quick-moving enemies. Most of the soldiers of God¡¯s Punishment Army were killed by machine guns and Longsong Cannons, while only about 100 unlucky ones were smashed by the iron solid balls. In addition, it was so difficult to transport the cannons that they could not be used to coordinate with the infantry attack or urban warfare, which further restrained its usage. The revolving rifles could still be used for a while. After all, the gunpowder consumption of the bullets was much smaller; even if they used half of all the bullets, it would not have much effect on the total stock of the gunpowder. With the help of the Dream World, Roland¡¯s new chemical reform plan was already in preparation. The steady increase in the production of double base gunpowder had enabled him to eliminate the black powder weapons. Iron Axe¡¯s eyes brightened and he said, ¡°Have you designed a new alternative weapon?¡± Roland smiled and took a piece of paper out of the drawer and spread it on the desk. He explained, ¡°It¡¯s a type of rigging-angle cannon which can shoot at short distance or long distance. It can be disassembled to be carried by several people, and has excellent power. It¡¯s also easy to manufacture and operate. What do you think of it?¡± Iron Axe bent down to carefully read the drawing for a while before he said, ¡®Er¡­ I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty. I can only figure out its appearance¡­ it looks like an iron pipe, but can it really launch shells with such a thin wall?¡± ¡°Of course, the key is the specific shell. However, it¡¯s still much easier to manufacture than a 152mm howitzer.¡± ¡°Does the new weapon have a name?¡± ¡°You can call it a mortar,¡± Roland replied. Chapter 711 Chapter 711: Bare Heart Translator: TransN Editor: TransN During the cannon¡¯s research, he had considered many possible plans. There was a saying that there was no perfect weapon but only the most appropriate. After taking into consideration his opponents, the battlefield environment, and the manufacturing capabilities of the City of Neverwinter, he finally decided to use the mortar to replace the obsolete field artillery. The mortar could be used in both short and long range combat and had a relatively low manufacturing cost. Its shooting range could effectively reach 200 to 3,000 meters. It could cover the blank space between the HMG (heavy machine gun) and the Longsong Cannon, while at the same time strengthening the firepower of short-range attacks Due to the existence of defense lines, the most important function of the mortar would be to cover those blank areas. One of its advantages over other similar weapons was that it could be easily carried by soldiers across all kind of terrains. They could set up an artillery station anytime it was required. Furthermore, the gaps in the heights of the mountains were quite common and this allowed the mortar¡¯s rigging-angle to be as effective as possible But the biggest reason that made Roland decide on creating mortars was the production level of Neverwinter. The construction of the mortar was much simpler than that of the howitzer. The artillery shell of the mortar could be made by pig iron and since it didn¡¯t require rifling, it was much easier to produce without affecting the production of the 152 mm cannon. On the other hand, if he were to develop a smaller field artillery, no matter if it was the duplicator, the rifling cannon barrel or the artillery shell, they would all come into conflict with the Longsong Cannon that was currently being produced. Before the new machinery tools and technology could be used, they had to pass all the required tests. Even if they failed in the attempt, Anna could still act as an emergency option and make up the key components of the Longsong Cannon with Blackfire without causing too much impact on production. But coupled with the new field artillery, the production needs would inevitably rise and the First Army would be at risk of not having enough cannons to use. Roland also considered the development of individual grenades as a supplementary weapon and had even made a few prototypes for testing, but the performance of the prototype filled with black powder was extremely poor. It might have been useful in the city fights when unifying the Kingdom of Graycastle, but when it came to fighting against evil beasts and demons, its power was far from being enough. Considering that the chemical industry production capabilities of Neverwinter were not sufficient to put a double based gunpowder grenade in every soldier¡¯s hands, he could only give up on this idea. ¡­ When night fell, Roland descended to the second floor and knocked softly on Anna¡¯s door. Upon hearing the knock, Anna opened the door, a look of surprise crossed her features when she saw it was him. Her surprise only lasted a few moments and soon her cheeks turned red. After Roland entered the room, he hugged her from behind and brought her to the bed before lying on their back. ¡°Why did you come today?¡± Anna¡¯s blue eyes were shining like gemstones in the night sky. She usually went to Roland¡¯s bedroom two to three times every week as she believed a frequency like that would not affect their work routine. Of course, if Roland insisted, she would also not turn him down. Since confessing his feelings for Nightingale to her, Roland had been feeling guilty and had been avoiding asking anything of Anna. This was also the first time that he had visited Anna¡¯s room. She was the only witch living alone, but due to the poor insulation and the fact that Leaf and Scroll lived next door, they would usually only meet upstairs. ¡°I want to talk to you about the Dream World,¡± Roland said softly in her ears, ¡°I didn¡¯t have the time to talk in detail this afternoon. You must also want to know more¡­ about my past experiences.¡± ¡°You dreamt of a different world?¡± Anna quickly guessed the truth. ¡°You¡¯re right. The world was created in accordance with my memories, but it also contains special elements, such as the Force of Nature which resembles magic power.¡± The night that he told the truth to Anna, Roland found out that she was not ignorant of his feelings for Nightingale, but rather she had been waiting for him to bring it up first. Since that moment, he finally understood Anna¡¯s way of handling things. She would not normally hide her emotions or thoughts in front of him, but for some things, she would wait patiently because she did not want to embarrass him. This caused Roland to feel a little worried as he did not know where her boundaries were. If one or two things kept accumulating, she might eventually become more close-lipped and would wait for the outcome in silence. Compared to being silent because she was afraid to hurt him, he much preferred this version of Anna. This version of Anna spoke her mind and believed in him with all her heart. So, Roland decided never to hide anything from her, even if she didn¡¯t ask him herself, he would tell her everything. Anna, who apparently understood his thoughts, smiled and said, ¡°I know. Let¡¯s start from where you live. In the dream, do you also live in a castle?¡± ¡°No, it is a tube-shaped apartment, just like an apartment house where everyone owns a regular size studio. Also, guess who is living with me.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­ don¡¯t tell me it¡¯s Zero?¡± ¡°Oh¡ªahem, why?¡± ¡°It¡¯s simple. You said that you started having this dream after you defeated Zero in the Soul Battlefield, thus the dream¡¯s existence must be partly attributed to you and partly to her. In a world created by both of you, it¡¯s not strange that you and her appearance in one place. But¡­she did not attack you anymore, did she?¡± ¡°No, she didn¡¯t. She had lost all her memories before awakening and has become a ten-year-old kid. The kind that even though she knows nothing, she still acts like a know-it-all.¡± ¡°10 years old plus living together¡­ did she become your family?¡± ¡°Um, Zero has been left to me by her parents. She is more like a tenant.¡± ¡°Is that so? Then you should take good care of her.¡± ¡°Why? That is just a dream.¡± ¡°But didn¡¯t you say that it¡¯s not different than the real world? If that¡¯s the case, why do you differentiate it?¡± Roland was once again surprised by Anna¡¯s unique way of thinking. The discussion was seemingly taking a different direction, but he didn¡¯t mind as he saw Anna¡¯s radiant look and tone that were full of interest. They talked from the Apartments of Souls to the memory fragment, and from the Force of Nature to the Martialist Association. As they were about to finish, Anna¡¯s voice began to lower and she leaned over Roland¡¯s arm, her chest moving lightly, her breathing calm. Even though she was asleep, her other hand was firmly grabbing his waist as if she didn¡¯t want him to go. This being the case, it was impossible for him to go back to his room without waking her up. ¡°Nevermind.¡± He decided he would spend the night here and hope that no one would notice him leaving Anna¡¯s room the next morning. Roland kissed Anna¡¯s forehead and closed his eyes with her in his arms. Chapter 712 Chapter 712: Parade Plan Translator: TransN Editor: TransN On the second day, Roland got up late as usual. When he woke up, he found Anna was nowhere to be found. What was left of her was only a few flaxen hairs on his elbow, with a hint of a relaxing fragrance. Lying on the bedside table was his breakfast which was obviously brought up by Anna from the kitchen. Beside the dish, there was a note with a short line written on, ¡°I know that you like sleeping. I¡¯ll leave you alone for your breakfast.¡± ¡°Even on this occasion, she can¡¯t forget about her work and got up on time¡­ She is a serious about her work.¡± Roland shook his head helplessly and got off of the bed. Even though the castle was supplied with heating, it was not easy to leave the cosy quilt in winter. The water in the wooden basin Anna used to wash her face was still warm. Roland used it to wash his face too, then carried the breakfast and walked up to his office on the third floor. When he pushed open the office door, he saw Barov and Edith were already waiting for him. Nightingale was at her usual place, her exclusive lounge chair by the fireplace. She was reading a picture-book about witches while chewing dried fish. The relaxing expression on her face looked no different than usual. ¡°Oh, you came early.¡± Roland casually greeted them as if there was nothing out of ordinary. ¡°Sit down before you tell me what you came for.¡± ¡°Ahem.¡± The City Hall Director cleared his throat, which looked as if he was used to Roland¡¯s reaction. ¡°Your Majesty, the logistics preparation for attacking the Southernmost Region has been completed. The recruitment work for reserve soldiers is going smoothly. The scale of the First Army will reach 7,000 soldiers next spring, which is unparalleled in the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°It¡¯s only in the Kingdom of Graycastle,¡± Edith interrupted unexpectedly. ¡°The forces His Majesty has to deal with aren¡¯t those stupid knights and nobles.¡± Roland smiled. He opened the report on his desk and said, ¡°Indeed, if we were to fight against the demons, neither the work of population proliferation nor army construction can be stopped. On the premise not to affect production, the First Army should have as many soldiers as possible.¡± Although unwilling to submit, since the king had given his order, Barov had to obey while staring at the Pearl of the Northern Region. Normally, things like soldier recruitment and logistics for combat readiness should be done by the First Army. But Iron Axe and the few generals under his leadership were lowborn, which meant that they might be good at leading troops for military operations, but they lacked the slightest knowledge of financing and administrative management. So when it came to the issues of money and food, Barov had to offer a helping hand to get things done. As the scale of the First Army further expanded, such staffing issues would obviously prove difficult. The simple management structure that Roland impetuously established would not meet the requirements for future development. Maybe it was time to make a new round of reform of the military system. Roland resumed his focus on the report. According to the plan drawn up by Iron Axe, 1000 soldiers were to attack the Southernmost Region. 500 veterans set off from Neverwinter and met with 500 new recruits stationed at the Fallen Dragon Ridge. They then charged toward the Iron Sand City along the Silver Stream Oasis. As long as they took two 152 mm Longsong Cannons with them, there should be no problem for such a force to conquer the Iron Sand City. But the key to conquering the Sand Nation did not lie in seizing the territory, but in the holy duel, so the role the First Army played was more to escort the leader and maintain order. The City Hall could manage the logistics work of 1,000 soldiers with high proficiency, and the details involved were getting more and more sophisticated. The situation that the leader had to personally attend to everything had long gone. The preparations were so sophisticated that they were often beyond Roland¡¯s expectation, which was obviously a result of accumulated experience after several actual battles. ¡°Alright, that¡¯s settled.¡± Roland closed the report and looked at the Pearl of the Northern Region. ¡°Do you have anything else to say?¡± Roland thought that if she was only there to report about the logistic matter, Edith should not have come with Barov, For she was never that kind of person who liked to grab credit. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Edith replied, nodding. ¡°I heard from Iron Axe that you¡¯re planning for a cannon exercise?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± ¡°I wonder¡­ can involve the civilians of Neverwinter as spectators.¡± Her words triggered Roland¡¯s interest. ¡°If your subjects could witness such a spectacular scene, it might greatly increase their enthusiasm for joining the army and their confidence of fighting the demons in the future.¡± ¡°How could you involve the civilians in such a matter?¡± Barov said, frowning, ¡°Haven¡¯t you seen the explosion scenes? What if they¡¯re frightened and think of it as a God¡¯s Punishment?¡± ¡°It would then be a God¡¯s Punishment under His Majesty¡¯s control. As long as the propaganda work is well carried out, the fright could be minimized,¡± Edith said bluntly, ¡°Even a fief lord might occasionally hold public traditional martial arts competitions to decide which knight is more brave and resourceful in battle. Besides offering some entertaining activities to the nobles, it could also demonstrate military power to the subjects.¡± ¡°But cannons are nothing like the wooden guns in knights¡¯ hands.¡± ¡°We could mark off the viewing territories on the city wall and dispatch police to maintain order. Considering the limitation of space, selling admission tickets could be a sound choice¡­ Two silver royals for one ticket could not only prevent the civilians swarming in but also bring in extra income.¡± Edith talked with ease and confidence, which obviously showed that she had given thorough consideration to her proposition.¡± Besides, even the spectators should be sifted. Those who¡¯re qualified to purchase tickets should be between the age of 15 and 30, who would be the main force in every walk of life in Neverwinter in the future. Increasing their faith is helpful in fighting the Battle of Divine Will. For people in some critical departments, such as the City Hall officers, I think watching the exercise should be mandatory for them¡­¡± Roland was very surprised. ¡°Isn¡¯t this exactly a parade? Such a proposal not only connects a live ammunition parade with performance activities, but could show polical sensibility and earn funds. The talent required for the military reform could be right in front of me.¡± At this thought, Roland nodded and said, ¡°This sounds good. Do as you proposed.¡± ¡°Indeed, Neverwinter needs some inspiring news.¡± *************** When May passed through the square with a basket full of Bird Beak Mushrooms in her hand, she found that there was a crowd in the square. Although it was snowing lightly, it did not affect people¡¯s enthusiasm for surrounding the noticeboard. She walked up out of curiosity. A publicity agent was shouting in the crowd, ¡°His Majesty the king is going to have an open cannon drill three days later, on the west side of the city wall which is the first line for fighting against the demonic beasts. Do you wish to see with your own eyes how the newest and most advanced weapons explode the demonic beasts into pieces? Do you want to sense the shock as a heavenly rage? Go and sign up in the City Hall! As long as you¡¯re qualified, with your ID card and two silver royals, you could get yourself a chance to appreciate the heroic fighting bearings of the western region soldiers. The seats are limited. The opportunities are rare. If you miss it, you¡¯ll have to wait until next winter!¡± ¡°Is this a new idea of His Majesty? Even the propaganda wording is so unique.¡± May twitched her mouth. ¡°Carter probably will be very interested by it. But he doesn¡¯t need to buy a ticket in City Hall. As the Chief Knight, he surely would accompany His Majesty and attend this drill.¡± As to herself, she never fancied such stuff related to fighting and killing. Chapter 713 Chapter 713: A Better Performance Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Not long after May left the square, she heard a sound of soft footsteps coming from behind her. ¡°Mrs Lannis, please wait, Mrs Lannis!¡± It took her quite a while to realize that it was referring to herself. When she turned back, she saw a girl, aged 17 or 18, running toward her. The girl¡¯s hair was tied up like ram¡¯s horns, and her cheeks had gone red in the freezing wind, but her cotton-padded clothes and leather boots were brand new with good quality. If it were two years ago, May would have imagined the girl as someone¡¯s daughter from a rich family. But now more and more civilians could afford new clothes, it was not such a safe bet to judge a person¡¯s status from one¡¯s appearance anymore. The girl ran to May¡¯s side and handed May one of her two salted fishes while gasping the cold air. ¡°Mrs Lannis, this is a little token of my gratitude. Please do accept it.¡± May was stunned and then asked, ¡°A token of gratitude?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to meet you. If my father had watched your show, he would have been very gratified!¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t know you or your father¡­ Can you tell me exactly what this is about?¡± It took the Star of the Western Region half an hour to roughly understand the whole story. The girl¡¯s name was Jasmine. She was on her way back from the Convenience Market when she happened to recognize May from behind. Giving May fish was only a hasty decision to express her gratitude. Jasmine¡¯s father was a former soldier of the First Army who was accidentally killed during the battle against the church and left Jasmine and her mother behind. The generous compensation from City Hall and the recruitment priority policy relieved them from worrying about their livelihood. Jasmine grieved for her father¡¯s death for quite a long time. It was not until the staging of the new play ¡°The Hero¡¯s Life¡± did Jasmine pull herself together. In the play, all those soldiers who bravely sacrificed their lives for protecting their families and the kingdom were bestowed with the title of Hero by His Majesty. ¡°Mother said that father used to be a common hunter. She never expected him to gain such an honor after death. She told me to thank you if I ever got the chance to meet you.¡± Jasmine deeply bowed to May. ¡°Now people call me the daughter of a hero, which makes me feel that father actually didn¡¯t leave me. If not for the rule that the First Army doesn¡¯t take in females, I¡¯d have carried a flintlock and fought against those hostile enemies.¡± ¡°¡­¡± May remained silent for a while, then asked lightly, ¡°But you might be killed on a battlefield. Aren¡¯t you afraid of death?¡± Jasmine nodded, then shook her head. ¡°In former winters, every family in my area would migrate toward Longsong Stronghold. Many people died on the way there and had their bodies were cast into the Redwater River. Every sound of something dropping in the water meant a person had died. When we reached the slum, death became more frequent. After heavy snow, the streets were always filled with frozen bodies. At that time, I often shivered out of fear. I feared when I closed my eyes, I could be the next victim.¡± ¡°Since I don¡¯t want to live like that again, there needs to be people to stand out and fight for a new life,¡± she said word by word. That was a line in the play. Suddenly, May felt that something soft, deep in her heart was touched. She reached out her hands to touch the girl¡¯s hair. ¡°Even if you¡¯ll lose everything?¡± When this line of narration sounded in the theater, May vaguely remembered the whole square was in silence, the audience were holding their breath and waiting for the impersonator of the hero to answer. At this moment, Jasmine¡¯s answer was as powerful as the ¡°Hero¡± in the play, ¡°Because it is worth fighting for.¡± ¡°I accept your gift.¡± ¡°Mrs Lannis, please take care!¡± The girl waved her hand happily, turned around and then ran toward another street. May stared at the heavy salted fish in her hand and recalled the time when she consulted the drama master Kajen Fels when she played in the grand theater in the former king¡¯s city. ¡°What¡¯s the best performance?¡± ¡°To firmly attract the audience¡¯s attention on you and make them think that you¡¯re the character you play. What they¡¯re watching isn¡¯t a drama, but your whole life¡­ If you can achieve that, it¡¯ll be the best performance.¡± To that end, May practiced hard at acting, thought over the character¡¯s mood and manner, put herself into the story in the script whole-heartedly and tried to present every detail flawlessly. When she was 25 years old, her hard work paid off, she became an actress known to all. As a person from the western region, she gained a firm foothold in the king¡¯s city. During her prime time, even the famous actors in King¡¯s City¡¯s Grand Theater could not overshine her. However, her opinions changed. When ¡°The Hero¡¯s Life¡± was shown, was her performance perfect? Not at all. His Majesty¡¯s script came out so fast that the actors and actresses only had two to three weeks to rehearse before putting the show on stage, during which, remembering the lines took her one week. Very often the crew had to improve themselves during the performing process. For example, when she played the Hero¡¯s wife, she sometimes forgot her lines or used the wrong facial expressions. And it was not a love story in which she excelled in acting, so she had to conjecture many things, making the show far from perfect. But was the response to the play not good? Judging from the audience¡¯s applause, ¡°The Hero¡¯s Life¡± was nearly as popular as ¡°The Memoir of a Prince¡¯s Search for Love¡±. When the leading actor said the line ¡°because it is worth fighting for¡±, the audience¡¯s shout of agreement almost shook off the snow covering the mountain tops. ¡°Maybe that was the best performance¡­¡± May thought, ¡°In King¡¯s City¡¯s Grand Theater, such a scene would never appear. Nobles might drop tears for the characters in a play, or clap out of joy, but their focus was on her, an outsider¡¯s life. But here, the audience saw themselves through the characters, through the play¡­ People see the future they want.¡± ¡­ When May returned to her residence, she coincidentally met Irene and Morning Light. ¡°Ah¡­ May, you¡¯re back right on time.¡± Irene instantly stood up from the chair and grabbed at May¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I was just asking Lord Carter to preoccupy some good seats for us. Let¡¯s go and watch together.¡± ¡°Go to where?¡± ¡°What¡¯s the problem? Why everybody is talking perplexingly?¡± May rolled her eyes, pushed away Irene¡¯s hand and put the Bird Beak Mushrooms and salted fish in the kitchen. ¡°The cannon exercise, of course,¡± Irene followed her and said impatiently. ¡°I heard this exercise will be the largest scale exercise since the establishment of the First Army. There is already a long line in front of the City Hall. Aren¡¯t you interested?¡± ¡°Not at all.¡± May shrugged. ¡°If I had that time, I¡¯d rather read my script a few more times.¡± ¡°How about just accompanying me¡­ will you?¡± This little girl was really sticky, but May could not bring herself to scold Irene, because she knew, different from others, Irene showed her affection to others out of genuine emotion. May had learnt that when they were in the Longsong Theater. May intended to refuse the invitation, but she swallowed the words she was about to utter. Indeed, she did not like things related to fighting and killing, but fighting and killing were not always terrible and unbearable. Maybe taking a look at it would help her to experience how the soldiers truly felt and she could better put herself into the next play? Of course, she definitely did not agree with Irene for her begging. ¡°Okay.¡± After a moment¡¯s hesitation, May sighed. ¡°If you insist.¡± ¡°Haha, really? Wonderful!¡± Looking at Irene full of spirit, May shook her head helplessly. ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll just take it as a sacrifice for a better performance.¡± Chapter 714 Chapter 714: A New Life Translator: TransN Editor: Meh After the couple left, Carter approached her to ask, ¡°Do you really intend to go there? You can stay at home if you don¡¯t want to.¡± ¡°Why? Are you unwilling to have my company?¡± ¡°Of course not!¡± He shook his head wildly, completely not like a grim-faced knight, ¡°I want to be with you all the time.¡± Even in those tragedies of love and death where actors and actresses expressed love to each other, their lines would not be more exaggerating than that. She had never expected to meet such a dramatic person in real life. She glanced at him and asked, ¡°Oh, who do you want to stay with, His Majesty or me?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Well,¡± Carter did not know how to respond. Probably he had never considered how to choose between responsibility and love. May was amused and gently patted his cheek. ¡°OK, it seems that I¡¯m as important as the king.¡± The Chief Knight relieved and hugged his wife with his arms. His hands, in the meantime, started to move down. ¡°Stop! It¡¯s still during the daytime,¡± she tried to stop him when she suddenly felt like throwing up, ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Carter immediately stopped and asked with concern, ¡°What happened? Do you feel uncomfortable?¡± May shook her head, pushed the knight away and took a deep breath. Although she knew she was not sick, she still felt nauseous as if her stomach were turning. She walked to the bathroom and retched, but nothing came out except for some saliva. ¡°I¡¯ll go to call Miss Lily.¡± Seeing this, Carter became more worried. He put on his jacket and was ready to leave. ¡°Wait¡­ Wait,¡± May stopped him. ¡°I didn¡¯t catch a cold.¡± ¡°But you¡¯re so ill¡­ His Majesty¡¯s textbook mentions that the early symptoms of a cold are vomiting and diarrhea. Miss Lily¡¯s ability can cure the disease quickly. It¡¯ll become more serious if we don¡¯t receive treatment now.¡± ¡°Maybe I¡¯m not sick¡­¡± ¡°Not sick?¡± Carter frowned. ¡°Why do you vomit?¡± ¡°This fool doesn¡¯t have any common sense,¡± May thought, her cheeks flushed. She heard from people that when a woman was¡­, she might have similar reactions. But she had no experience of it. If she was wrong, she was afraid that she might be mocked. She was delighted to see her husband behave in a funny way, but she could not make mistakes on such an important issue, otherwise she would be teased by him for the rest of her life. ¡°In the Witch Union¡­ I remember there¡®s a green-haired girl who can see through things?¡± ¡°Do you mean Miss Sylvie?¡± Carter nodded. ¡°She does see hidden things that ordinary people can¡¯t see¡­ But she can¡¯t treat illness.¡± ¡°Can you ask her to come?¡± May slowly returned to the bedside. Though she was just guessing, she still sat down slowly as if she were scared to disturb the little life in her. ¡°Maybe Miss Sylvie knows the reason.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Carter also realized it at this moment. He opened his mouth with surprise and his eyes lightened up, and then he firmly clenched his fist and said, ¡°I¡¯ll go to find Lady Wendy. If she¡¯s in the Inner City, there should be no problem. ¡± ¡­ After the door was closed, May gently breathed out. This feeling was really wonderful as if the meaning of life had become different just in an hour. The possible new life warmed her whole body up. She closed her eyes, and could not help recalling the look of Jasmine when she had handed her the salted fish. ¡°This is probably¡­ the taste of hope.¡± On that night, her guess was confirmed by Sylvie. She was pregnant. *************** Roland got the news the next day and patted the shoulder of Carter Lannis who was extremely excited, ¡°Congratulations! The baby should be born in several months, so you still can¡¯t forget about your work. When she¡¯s about to give birth, I¡¯ll give you a long holiday so that you can accompany her.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Carter saluted, one hand pressing his chest. ¡°By the way, how do women give birth to children?¡± Roland suddenly thought of a very important thing and asked, ¡°Is there any midwife in Neverwinter?¡± ¡°Midwife?¡± the Chief Knight asked in confusion, ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a person who helps the delivery. When the child is born, there has to be someone¡­ um, help to deal with it.¡± While answering the question, Roland also searched Prince Roland¡¯s memories but found that the palace mentor did not teach any relevant knowledge. ¡°We can¡¯t expect the mother to cut off the child¡¯s umbilical cord by herself, right?¡± ¡°Ah, it¡¯s usually done by the elders. Most of them have had similar experiences.¡± ¡°What if there is no such an elder?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Carter was dumbfounded, ¡°I¡¯m not too sure.¡± Aristocratic families would naturally not suffer from the shortage of manpower, but civilians certainly had no such privileges. Neverwinter had been established for a year now, and most residents came through recruitment and immigration. So, not many people had babies yet. However, once the lives of residents had stabilized, the fertility rate would definitely rise sharply. It was foreseeable that a large number of new lives would come to this world every year from the following year. The problem was that there had not been any reliable medical system in Neverwinter up to now. Roland could not be blamed for being careless, as there were no midwives in other cities, either. Sick people could only pray to deities, or buy some weird herbs from pharmacists with several silver royals. Thanks to Nana and Lily, disease and pains were almost eliminated in Neverwinter, which was the reason he had delayed the establishment of the medical system. He initially had thought if the science and technology advanced by leaps and bounds and that they directly entered an information age, highly advanced modern medical science would still be nothing compared with the two little girls¡¯ abilities. That was why he kept postponing the matter. Yet Roland now found it absolutely necessary to have a medical system for a city of over 100,000 people, no matter how underdeveloped it might be. For example, it was impossible for Nana and Lily to handle childbirth¡­ They would be too busy, and once the war with demons started, they had to rush to the front. In that case, residents had to deal with patients in the city themselves. After Carter left, Roland opened his notebook and recorded his idea of a primary medical institution. Anyway, since it was a blank area, maybe he could start from childbirth. Establishing hospitals, cultivating medical staff, democratizing health knowledge and the most basic means of treatment¡­ Fortunately, the First Army had already had a basic understanding of these matters, so he only needed to make minor changes to the brochure used in the First Army and use it as a part of the teaching material for the public. He could also choose the first group of medical teachers from the First Army. Though knowing nothing about modern medicine, Roland clearly remembered what an important role sterilizing medical instruments and the prevention of wound infections would play in child delivery in the future. As for other parts of medical science, he could conduct further research in the future. In the afternoon, he received a piece of good news. Tilly Wimbledon was coming to the Western Region with Ashes and some other witches. Chapter 715 Chapter 715: The Feelings of Combat Witches Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The sky was overcast as if covered with a thick layer of curtain. Numerous tiny white dots drifted down along with the wind as if they had wanted to fill the entire world. Yet the blizzard appeared insignificant before the great sea embracing the sky. The Charming Beauty gradually approached Shallow Beach in the heavy snow and wind. Roland had waited here for a long time. Standing in the chilling sea wind, he opened his arms to Tilly who stepped on the pier and said, ¡°Welcome back, sister.¡± She took off her hood to reveal her soft gray hair, smiled and gently embraced him. Everything seemed so natural. She said, ¡°The Months of Demons seem to have arrived earlier than I expected. I hope I¡¯m not too late.¡± As their conversation continued, the pier became more bustling instantly. ¡°Your Majesty, there will be a welcome dinner at night, right? Can you arrange a hotpot again?¡± Andrea approached him to ask, her voice full of expectations. ¡°Ahem, mind your manners,¡± Ashes reminded her. Maybe she got to know him better, or she was influenced by Nightingale, her elegant noble demeanor seemed to escape her little by little. Of course, her beauty was so impressive that she still appeared graceful and pretty even when she was eagerly asking what to eat in the evening. ¡°Of course,¡± said Roland, nodding. ¡°In fact, winter is the best season for hotpots.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯m thinking too,¡± said Andrea, her eyes sparkling, ¡°you¡¯re indeed a royal noble and indeed the man Nightingale is interested in¡­ ¡± Before she finished her words, her mouth had been firmly covered by a pair of invisible hands. Ashes put her hand on her forehead and turned around as if she had seen nothing. Instead, she started to talk to Wendy. Tilly seemed a bit surprised. She glanced at Roland and then looked at the where Nightingale stood thoughtfully. Roland also blushed. Before Tilly started to ask, he coughed and said, ¡°It¡¯s windy here. Let¡¯s go back to the castle and have a talk then.¡± ¡­ Along with Tilly, the witches coming to Neverwinter were the card-playing three, Iffy, Softfeathers, and Nightfall, the former members of Bloodfang Association. It was not the first time they came to the Western Region, so it saved Roland time to arrange their accommodations. After they put away the luggage, Roland summoned everyone to the living room and then told them what had recently happened in the Kingdom of Dawn. As their partner, he believed that he should share information with the Sleeping Island witches and let them know the Taquila survivors as soon as possible. In the end, all the witches could not help laughing. Ashes even asked him bluntly, ¡°So you are the witch that Taquila witches are looking for¡­ The Chosen One?¡± ¡°Or the first wizard in history,¡± Tilly said jokingly. ¡°My brother is always so different.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have any magic power, so you can save the title of witch or wizard,¡± Roland said, shrugging, ¡°The Chosen One is just what the Taquila witches refer to. We won¡¯t know what the Instrument of Divine Retribution is until we have further communication with them. Before that, I plan to hold an artillery exercise outside the city wall of the Western Region so as to help them regain their confidence.¡± ¡°At the same time, it¡¯s also a kind of deterrence, right?¡± Ashes, though not as reckless as she appeared at first, still spoke straightforwardly, ¡°just like the defensive battle of demonic beasts you had shown to us.¡± ¡°I just don¡¯t want to have any misunderstanding between each other,¡± Roland replied, without saying yes or no. ¡°And the exercise is not just for the Taquila witches. It¡¯s also open to the public so that Neverwinter subjects can see the power they have. Then they¡¯ll be full of courage even when facing demons.¡± No misunderstanding meant to let them clearly know his strength so as to dispel some unnecessary ideas. This was also the basis for diplomacy in the new era. ¡°Since it¡¯s an exercise, I don¡¯t think we are going to conduct it when demonic beasts attack us, right?¡± Andrea suddenly said, ¡°I have a good idea.¡± ¡°What¡¯s it?¡± ¡°How about using demonic beasts as the targets of shooting?¡± She raised her eyebrows and said, ¡°Compared with simple wood targets, real demonic beasts will be more impressive.¡± Roland was a little surprised and agreed that it was a good idea. If he wanted to organize the public to watch the exercise, naturally he could not wait until demonic beasts came and then arrange them to stand on the city wall. It might cause a lot of chaos, and the demonic beasts would have reduced to meat sauces under bombards by the time everyone arrived. So he originally intended to use some wooden targets for accurate shooting and asked Soraya to paint some fake targets. Andrea¡¯s proposal was obviously more enjoyable. Nothing was more exciting for the Neverwinter residents than watching evil enemies, who had troubled the Western Region for so many years, be bombarded and turn to ashes. ¡°Those demonic beasts as the targets¡­¡± ¡°Just leave it to us,¡± said Andrea, patting her chest. ¡°Ah, why not stay in the room playing cards?¡± Shavi responded with a bitter look. ¡°I¡¯m also willing to help,¡± Iffy echoed. As long as it was related to a battle, Iffy would always like to participate willingly. ¡°But will it be dangerous to catch demonic beasts?¡± Wendy said, appearing to be quite concerned. ¡°If we choose to catch them in the Misty Forest controlled by Leaf, there should be no safety problem,¡± Nightingale said eagerly. ¡°She can monitor the movements of all witches and demonic beasts in the area and drive away powerful demonic hybrids. Even if we meet a Fearful Beast of Hell, we have the Sigil of God¡¯s Will anyway.¡± ¡°Then how about a competition to warm ourselves up before the artillery exercise?¡± Tilly laughed. ¡°Let¡¯s divide the sisters in Neverwinter into three groups to see which group can catch more demonic beasts.¡± ¡°Divide into¡­ three groups?¡± ¡°The witches of Sleeping Island, the Witch Union, and Taquila,¡± she grinned and said, ¡°The reward can be a month¡¯s Chaos Drinks. I¡¯m really curious about how delicious it is since you said it¡¯s far better the taste of ice cream bread.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ Will Phyllis join us too?¡± Roland said in surprise. ¡°This will visualize the power of gunpowder weapons and help her have a better understanding of it, isn¡¯t it? Killing a demonic beast may be easy for a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, but if she sees a common person can also do it easily and more efficiently, she will definitely have more confidence in the power of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Of course, if she doesn¡¯t want to participate, it¡¯s ok,¡± said Andrea, shrugging. ¡°Since it¡¯s a competition, it¡¯s based on her personal will.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s why¡­¡± Roland looked at Ashes and the others who had an eager look, and roughly figured out why they made this proposal. Although Tilly¡¯s statement was somewhat sensible, their original intention was more to satisfy themselves. After all, they came to help them peacefully go through the Months of Demons, but they could do little since the First Army was sufficient to handle the situation. For most of the time they could only stay in the castle, playing the ¡°Fight the Landlord¡± card game. Compared with busy assistant witches, they seemed to be useless. They were combat witches after all. In this mass production campaign, he might have indeed ignored these witches¡¯ feelings. ¡°Then let¡¯s do it.¡± Roland gave a nod of approval. Chapter 716 Chapter 716: Seeing Annie Again Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After finishing the proposal for hunting the demonic beasts, the witches went back to their rooms for a short break and waited for dinner to begin. Before Iffy wandered off, Roland pulled her aside so that he could speak to her alone. ¡°I have something to tell you now so you won¡¯t be too shocked later on.¡± He spoke as softly as possible, ¡°I remember you once said that you had a friend named Annie before you were taken to the Bloodfang Association, right?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Your Majesty.¡± Iffy blinked and was unsure as to why he suddenly raised that topic. ¡°Among the witches who arrived at Graycastle from the Kingdom of Dawn, other than the Taquila survivor who disguised herself as a maid, the rest all came from the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± Iffy¡¯s eyes opened wide. ¡°Your Majesty, you mean¡­¡± Roland nodded and said, ¡°One of them was called Annie and she had also been rejected by the Bloodfang Association.¡± She was stunned and only managed to mutter after a long silence. ¡°Is this true?¡± At that moment, Iffy¡¯s face portrayed joy and yet it also reflected worry and guilt. She still blamed herself for not choosing to leave with Annie back then. This was why Roland did not intend to surprise both of them at the same time. He could not be sure how Annie felt towards Iffy and if she still had a grudge toward the girl that had deserted her, it would be very awkward if an intended happy reunion turned into a confrontation. ¡°3009,¡± said Roland. ¡°What?¡± ¡°3009. That¡¯s her room number,¡± he exhaled and said, ¡°at least for the time being. She¡¯s like the one you described and if you want to know the answer, you can go by yourself to take a look.¡± Iffy was silent for a moment then bowed her head to thank him. ¡°I understand, Your Majesty. Thank you!¡± ¡°Go on. Sometimes time is the best cure for everything.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Roland touched his chin as he observed her running hurriedly out of the living room. ¡°This is as far as I can help you,¡± he thought. *************** ¡°Room 3009, room 3009¡­¡± Iffy was silently chanting the room number : while running toward the Witch building. She didn¡¯t even bother answering the questions of Softfeathers and Nightfall asked her along the way. She passed through the snow-covered castle backyard and the white-capped olive groves, went up the stairs, and quickly reached the third floor. However, once she got closer to her destination, she began to slow down. She began to feel more and more uneasy. Back then, Annie took care of her throughout their journey to Archduke Island. When she learned that Annie could not join the Bloodfang Association, she did not insist on staying. The guilt had always been torturing her. It got even worse after she thought that Annie had died in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. There were many sleepless nights that followed. In the end, she vented her hatred on the nobility and presented a mask of power and fearlessness as a shell to cover up her remorse. But now, this shell could no longer protect her. She was instinctively fearful. If Annie refused to forgive her, what should she do? Iffy stood in the doorway but did not dare to reach out to knock on the door. ¡°I knew you would do that,¡± a voice came out of nowhere and shocked her. She bowed down only to find out that the small figure of Softfeathers had appeared beside her and a breathless Nightfall was in the corridor. Iffy could not help but be touched that they had caught up with her because they seemed worried about her. ¡°Every time you encounter something that concerns Annie, you always behave like a completely different person.¡± ¡°Did you¡­ all hear that?¡± ¡°Of course. His Majesty was speaking to you alone. How could we not eavesdrop?¡± The little girl curled her lips, ¡°In the case that he wanted to coerce you, we could help to stand guard at the door, right?¡± ¡°What kind of help is that?¡± Iffy did not know whether to laugh or cry, and her nervousness started to diminish a little. ¡°You actually came to see me be embarrassed!¡± ¡°Something like that.¡± Softfeathers shrugged her shoulders. ¡°Are you ready?¡± ¡°Ready¡­ for what?¡± Knock! Knock! Knock! Before she could react, the little girl had already struck the door a few times before running toward Nightfall. ¡°Remember just say what your heart really feels!¡± ¡°No, wait¡­¡± However, it was too late as the sound of footsteps could be heard behind the door. In a flash, Iffy felt herself tense up all over. With a click, the door was pushed open, and a tall witch appeared in front of her. It happened to be Annie who opened the door. She will never forget this face. Annie¡¯s eyes had a sharp gaze and her brows were slightly raised. Her compassion for her companions was hidden under her face of perseverance. Iffy had thought that she would never meet Annie again and had been afraid that she would soon forget Annie¡¯s appearance. When she saw Annie again, she realized that everything was just like before and that her memory of Annie¡¯s figure was just temporarily covered in dust and now it was brand new again. Time seemed to stand still at this moment. ¡°Annie, I¡¯m tired¡­¡± ¡°Annie, you should go.¡± ¡°Why can¡¯t Annie stay?¡± ¡°No¡­ I want to be with Annie¡­¡± Fragments of memory continued to emerge in her mind and her outer shell collapsed. She seemed to have returned to the past and once again became that helpless and bewildered girl. She wanted to greet Annie, but somehow she could not make a sound. As soon as she opened her mouth, her eyes felt a stinging sourness. Iffy could not control this herself. She embraced Annie and then sobbed softly before bursting into full on tears. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ woo¡­ Annie¡­ I¡¯m so sorry¡­¡± Beasts did not cry. From this moment on, she was no longer a beast. *************** Anne remained a little dumbfounded. When she opened the door, she did not remember who the witch standing outside was and yet she felt some form of familiarity. Only when the witch clutched Annie and apologized while weeping, did she recall the journey to the Bloodfang Association. It would be a lie to say that there was no resentment in her heart. When the Bloodfang Association tried to sell her to the nobility, a part of her anger from the betrayal also transferred onto Iffy. However, seeing her crying so uncontrollably, Annie suddenly felt all the anger vanish. Back then, Iffy was as thin as a monkey with a muddy face and a permanent timid look. It would have been impossible for Iffy to resist the orders of Bloodfang Association and stay above of everything. Annie gave a deep sigh, extended her hands, and gently held Iffy. ¡°¡­ I don¡¯t blame you anymore.¡± Upon hearing this, Iffy shuddered and started to cry even more loudly. ¡­ Over the next half an hour, Iffy was able to gradually pull herself together. Throughout this time, Annie learned the whole story of the Bloodfang Association. When she learned that Earl Morgan was dead and the other witches were out of the control of the Bloodfang Association, the twisted knot in the heart finally unraveled. And it was all due to Roland Wimbledon and his sister, Princess Tilly. Things seemed to be moving in the right direction. Annie made up her mind after looking at Iffy, who was sleeping in her arms after crying and a curious Amy, who was there with the other witches. ¡°Let¡¯s sign a contract with Wendy and serve the king.¡± Chapter 717 Chapter 717: Hunting Competition Burying the black gunpowder and detonators took more time than Roland had expected, mainly because transporting barrels of gunpowder to a preset location outside the city wall was troublesome. The snow that piled up to knee level had caused inconvenience to the movements of the carriage. Transportation had to be interrupted every time they encountered demonic beasts. Even though Lotus was there to help dig trenches and fill them, it still took nearly a week before everything was properly arranged. All the buried gunpowder would be detonated by an electric detonator to ensure the best detonating effect¡ªthe principle was very simple. Since storage and transportation needn¡¯t be considered, the detonator would comprise of a small section within a sealed copper barrel and two wires. The copper barrel would be filled with gun cotton, and a thin copper wire would link the two wires to form a short circuit. When the electric current passed through, the thin copper wire would be burnt out, and the surrounding flaming cotton would be detonated at the same time. The detonated wire would be buried in the ground by Lotus. Its depth was nearly five meters so that the route would not be damaged by ground artillery or demonic beasts even though it had no casing protection. In the end, all the wires would lead to the city wall¡¯s main control tower. Any area could be detonated just by turning the corresponding hand-cranked generator. Hence, the preparation for the exercise was just missing a live target. ¡°Ahem, competition comes after friendship whilst hunting the demonic beasts in this exercise. Safety is the highest priority and no one is allowed to leave Leaf¡¯s surveillance area. Is that clear?¡± Roland stood on the city wall and turned toward the row of ¡°contestants¡± that had lined up in front of him. In order to be fair and to reduce the burden on Leaf, the participating witches formed three groups with a total of six people. These groups were Sleeping Island¡¯s team consisting of Ashes and Andrea, Neverwinter¡¯s team with Lightning and Maggie, and Taquila¡¯s representatives, Phyllis and Agatha. He initially wanted to make Iffy and Annie form a team to represent Wolfheart, but Annie was unwilling to participate in hunting, plus the other Wolfheart witches had no combat capability, so he had to give up his idea. ¡°Yes!¡± The crowd replied in unison, especially Andrea Quinn, who was full of energy. Ever since she tasted Chaos Drinks, Andrea who came from one of the three big noble families of Kingdom of Dawn had been obsessed with the unique taste of the Fire Dragon Wine. She even hoped to use her one month¡¯s share of Chaos Drinks in exchange for the very last barrel of the Fire Dragon Wine that was half-filled. In response, Roland replied that everything could be allowed for the winner. ¡°The rules are really simple. There is a time limit of one day, and whoever catches the most demonic beasts will emerge as number one. However, only beasts that are trapped in the cage are counted. ¡°Roland pointed to the iron cages below the city wall. ¡°In addition, if someone is caught out of Leaf¡¯s area of surveillance, then her team will be immediately disqualified. Well then, the hunting of demonic beasts officially starts now!¡± ¡°Oh!¡± As soon as his voice faded, Lightning and Maggie took the lead in the sky and flew toward Misty Forest. The remaining two teams could only rely on their legs to trek. ¡°Who do you think will win?¡± Tilly asked with a cheerful smile after all the three teams had left the city wall. Roland had felt there was a hidden meaning behind her smile. ¡°Well¡­ I guess it would be Lightning and Maggie. Their abilities aren¡¯t the strongest, but we are only counting the demonic beasts that are in cages, so speed is undoubtedly an advantage.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s make a bet, brother.¡± She curled her lips and said, ¡°I think Sleeping Island team will win.¡± ¡°Andrea and Ashes?¡± Roland pondered. ¡°Andrea¡¯s a professional long-range combat witch and Ashes is an Extraordinary so they¡¯re strong without a doubt. Though annihilating the enemy is easy for them, capturing the beasts alive would be much tougher. If they want to transport the demonic beasts back smoothly, they would need to beat every beast half-dead. Far more energy would be spent when compared to just killing the target, so it could be difficult for them to win.¡± This seemed to be a bet that Roland would win for sure. ¡°Ok, what are we betting on?¡± ¡°If I win, uh¡­ I hope that from now on, half of the revenue from the sales of Chaos Drinks can be used to reward those witches who have made outstanding contributions to urban development.¡± Evelyn also came from the Sleeping Island. Since this practice would help attract even more witches, it was not a bad thing. In fact, even if Tilly did not mention this, Roland also had a similar plan. ¡°Sure, and what if you lose?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll live in Neverwinter from now on. How about that?¡± Roland was slightly startled and tilted his head to look at Tilly, but she did not seem to be joking. ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± said Tilly whose eyes flashed a hint of slyness, ¡°but you may not necessarily win, let¡¯s wait and see.¡± ¡°I think so too,¡± Nightingale whispered softly in his ear while she was in the Mist. ¡°I forgot to tell you¡­ Andrea¡¯s magic has cohered.¡± ******************* ¡°There¡¯s a wild demonic boar approaching you that¡¯s 125 meters ahead from your left.¡± Tree trunks started to sway and a string of snow clumps fell. The rubbing sound of branches and green leaves made up Leaf¡¯s unique intonation¡ªin this way, Leaf could talk to everyone and monitor them at the same time. ¡°Well¡­ how far is 125 meters?¡± Andrea was still not quite used to the new unit of measure set out by Roland. She frowned thoughtfully. ¡°One meter is two steps¡­ then 125 meters are¡­ ¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need to count.¡± Ashes rolled her eyes and removed her beloved sword, ¡°Messenger of Ashes¡± from her back. ¡°I can already hear its footsteps.¡± A moment later, a black figure appeared in the jungle. It was a demonized wild boar with roughly the size of an adult and grey tusks that were as thick as arms. ¡°Don¡¯t attack. We have to capture it alive,¡± Andrea blew a whistle toward the demonic beast and shouted, ¡°come!¡± ¡°Hiss¡ªhiss¡ª¡± The wild boar spit out clouds of white gas and stared with its bright scarlet eyes before rushing straight toward the blonde witch who provoked it. If ordinary hunters encountered this scenario, they certainly wouldn¡¯t think of confronting the boar. They would most likely climb up the nearest tree as quickly as possible, or wait for a chance to escape. As to whether they could even survive the demonic beast¡¯s tusks would be a whole other story. But Andrea was motionless. She did not even take her beloved rifle down. She flattened her hands and opened her index finger and thumb to form a rhombus square. Through the center of the square, she saw the boar was no more than 10 steps away from her. She could almost see the dripping of saliva and the shiny bristles of its mane. ¡°Bang.¡± She whispered softly. Suddenly, a powerful airflow shot out from her palm and made an explosive roar. The demonic boar seemed to have hit an invisible wall and its whole body was lifted off. The snow at its foot was swept away by airwaves and formed a dense white fog. The demonic boar¡¯s huge body churned two rounds before it crashed to the ground. Before any screams of agony could be heard, it was already vomiting blood and had fallen with its back flat on the ground with its twitching limbs facing the sky. This was Andrea¡¯s new ability¡ªby observing the difference between the bow and gun on top of being forced to study by Princess Tilly, she realized her evolutionary direction: since both abilities gave energy to arrows or projectiles, why couldn¡¯t she not directly provide the magic needed to shoot energy? After more than two weeks of journey on the ship, she gradually mastered this new fighting skill. Even if she did not have pellets in her hand, the impact alone could kill the enemy. And this type of shooting skill was related only to her magic. Its power far exceeded the previous shot and was more like a bow and flintlock. When all the magic was released in one go, the projection could hurt even her. Chapter 718 Chapter 718: Loyalty to Her Belief ¡°I¡¯ve scored the first point!¡± Andrea gracefully lifted her long hair to shake off the snowflakes, turned toward Ashes and said, ¡°It¡¯s now your turn to transport it.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ Why me?¡± Ashes stared at Andrea. ¡°Because you¡¯re strong,¡± she said flatly, ¡°this is a team competition, and naturally we¡¯ll need to work together. Don¡¯t forget that we represent the honor of Sleeping Island. If we lose the match because you were too slow in moving the beasts, I¡¯ll report you to Princess Tilly.¡± ¡°Overwhelming victory! Nightingale, did you see that?¡± Andrea looked proudly toward Ashes and felt an immense satisfaction. Ashes looked displeased yet had no choice but to bend over and carry the unconscious demonic boar. After all, Andrea would not be able to move such a heavy thing. ¡°Stay here and don¡¯t move. I¡¯ll be right back,¡± said the Extraordinary to Andrea, as she placed the sturdy demonic boar rack on her shoulder. ¡°I know. Hurry up.¡± After Ashes left, Andrea looked up to the forest and asked, ¡°Leaf, could you please tell me where the next demonic beast is?¡± ¡°It¡¯s on your right about 450 meters away. It¡¯s a snowwolf.¡± The branches swayed. ¡°But aren¡¯t you going to wait for Ashes?¡± ¡°Of course not. That¡¯d be way too slow.¡± Andrea thought for a moment and said, ¡°Hmm¡­ that¡¯s about 900 paces away. I¡¯m going to head off. Could you please let Ashes know my new location?¡± Leaf was silent for a moment before replying, ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s only a stupid wolf. With you around to remind me, it can¡¯t touch me.¡± Even the gigantic demonic hybrid she met last time was defenseless in front of her new abilities¡ªthe original magic arrows were incredibly powerful but only had a range of 10 paces. Now as long as she had enough power, she could shoot to a distance of more than 100 meters. She even had a derivative skill that allowed her to hit accurately without fail. Even if the demonic beast had two pairs of wings, it would not be able to escape her attack. This time, she was confident about winning! ******************* ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t think he¡¯d get you involved in such a trifle.¡± Phyllis looked at Agatha who was walking in front of her and said, ¡°I only casually agreed to it at that time.¡± When Phyllis first heard about the proposal, she did not think too much about it because she had lost her palate and the Chaos Drinks were no longer appealing. What made her agree to it was simple curiosity¡ªanyway it was better than being idle and she could take the opportunity to observe the Witch Union¡¯s fighting ability. She did not expect that this hunting game was actually a competition and that her teammate would be Agatha, once the youngest Senior Witch. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. This is much better than staying cooped up in the lab and researching the Magic Stone. It¡¯s good to go out and get some exercise,¡± said Agatha, shrugging her shoulders. ¡°If I didn¡¯t have time to spare, I wouldn¡¯t have promised His Majesty in the first place.¡± ¡°Is that so? Then¡­ shall we just grab a few demonic beasts to make up the figures?¡± ¡°How could we do that? This is a competition.¡± ¡°But I thought the king of the common people said that friendship was first and that competition came second? The others also agreed to it.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think that¡¯s what they really feel. You could tell from their expressions what they were thinking. Even without the Chaos Drinks as prizes, Lightning and Andrea would still be unwilling to lose.¡± Agatha paused and said, ¡°If it¡¯s just a normal game, then that doesn¡¯t matter. But now we¡¯re a team that represents Taquila, right?¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Phyllis suddenly felt that Andrea was full of fighting spirit. ¡°In that case, if it¡¯s a competition then we need to win.¡± Agatha paused in her footsteps and some crystals condensed in her hand. Leaf¡¯s voice could be heard almost simultaneously. ¡°A wolf-eagle demonic hybrid is 200 meters behind you and approaching quickly!¡± Phyllis retreated two steps and looked behind toward the snow-white forest. A slender white-haired monster appeared in the snow with a howl. Its wings glided as if it were sliding on the ground, and the beast made almost no sound. It was no wonder Phyllis did not notice the enemy approaching from behind. As the temperature near Agatha plummeted, the snow suddenly became hard ice. As the enemy approached, she threw the sharp ice crystals in her hand to force the hybrid to dodge and then caused it to lose its balance on the smooth ice. The Senior Witch remained stable on the ground. She effortlessly glided to the side of the monster, placed her hands on its fur and instantly turned it into half an ice sculpture. Phyllis admired Agatha¡¯s flowy uninhibited way of fighting and could see why she was a part of Taquila. Although Agatha was a member of the Quest Society and had never experienced a real battle, she could still see that Agatha had put in a lot of hard work in combat training. In particular, when she combined both pace and ability, she was in an advantageous position to take the initiative¡ªany enemy fighting with her on the ice would certainly fall under her control. ¡°How did you manage to find it?¡± Phyllis asked curiously. ¡°I summoned a thin piece of ice at my feet that could help me to detect the enemy as soon as it entered the snow.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± She looked at the mixed species whose body had been covered with ice crystals, except for its head that was hanging out. ¡°Should I drag it now to the city wall?¡± ¡°Just leave it here. Since it won¡¯t freeze to death that quickly, we can wait until we catch a few more.¡± Agatha waved her hand and said, ¡°We have to find the next demonic beast as soon as possible.¡± Phyllis realized that she was serious. This young Senior Witch did want to win the competition. Is it because she represents Taquila? So in the future negotiations, will her loyalty lie with Neverwinter or the Taquila survivors? This question left Phyllis feeling uneasy. She only took a few steps before she could not resist saying, ¡°Lady Agatha¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t address me like that. Just call me Agatha,¡± she said as she turned her head. ¡°Didn¡¯t you say that the Taquila witches were no longer ranked in terms of ability, but that everyone was equal?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ there has been a gradual consensus since Lady Eleanor sacrificed herself and fewer and fewer companions have survived¡­ Neither the higher ascendants at the Union nor the most common Original Witches should ever be separated by rank. It was Pasha who suggested ¡®Every witch is equally important¡¯.¡± ¡°And I¡¯m no exception.¡± Agatha nodded her head and said, ¡°The people in the Witch Union call each other sisters, and sometimes I think they¡¯ll be the heirs of the new era.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Phyllis hesitated and said, ¡°Can I ask you a question¡­ What exactly do you think of the Taquila Witches and Neverwinter?¡± ¡°I guess you wish to find out which side I¡¯m loyal to?¡± Agatha said as she stopped in her tracks. Phyllis did not avoid looking at Agatha and this was very important for them. ¡°I¡¯m loyal to my own belief,¡± Agatha replied. ¡°Belief?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, so I hope you¡¯ll be able to move to the Western Region of Graycastle and join hands with Neverwinter in the fight against the demons under the leadership of Roland Wimbledon.¡± Chapter 719 Chapter 719: ¡°The New Union¡± Suddenly the snow forest became silent. Only the occasional wind brushing against the treetops could be heard. Phyllis was silent for a long time. ¡°I thought you would stand by Taquila,¡± she said reluctantly, ¡°you were willing to represent the Taquila Witches in the competition and willing to help¡­¡± Her voice quickly lowered. ¡°That¡¯s right. I shouldn¡¯t impose too much. This is just a game. Compared with the Taquila Quest Society who had ostracized her, Neverwinter that saved her life was certainly more trustworthy. And in Agatha¡¯s eyes, they might still not be legitimate successors of Taquila¡­ After all, they have lost the possibility of exerting magic after converting to the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± However, Agatha¡¯s next sentence rekindled her hope. ¡°I¡¯m a Taquila Witch and this won¡¯t change.¡± Agatha¡¯s voice was smooth and honest as if she were recounting a most simple statement. ¡°Then why do you think we should accept the leadership of a common person?¡± Phyllis felt sincerely puzzled. ¡°Taquila¡­ Starfall City, Arrieta, or the dozens of cities on the Fertile Plains all unanimously decided to accept the leadership of the Union, simply because the Union was established by witches?¡± Agatha sighed softly. ¡°Did you forget the original purpose as to why the Union was set up?¡± The Union¡¯s original¡­ purpose, whether it was the roundtable parliament at the very beginning or the Three Chiefs system that was set up later on, was just for one thing. ¡°Overcome the demons,¡± Phyllis said softly. ¡°Yes, it was to defeat the demons and it had nothing to do with whether one was a common person or not. After the first Battle of Divine Will, the witches diminished the authority of the common people and unified the Fertile Plains, only because they were too weak and their cooperation couldn¡¯t help to resist the demon in any way. Now the common people have shown their power, so if we serve the Union and Roland Wimbledon, what difference would that make? Only he can unite the secular regime and at the same time accept the witches of this era.¡± Agatha¡¯s words flashed like a bolt of lightning across her mind¡ª Phyllis realized that she had apparently misunderstood something, and the newly emerging idea astonished her. ¡°Do you mean¡­ Neverwinter would be the new Union?¡± ¡°It¡¯d be a part of the Union,¡± Agatha corrected and said, ¡°of course, His Majesty may not like the name. But no matter what it¡¯s called in the future, its essence is still the same¡ªin order to win over the Gods, Taquila, Starfall City, the Witch Cooperation Association, the Sleeping Island¡­ and the secular kingdoms will unite to fight a bloody battle against the demons. It¡¯s not a question of where my loyalty lies, but a question of being able to continue. The only reason I was able to survive the Frozen Coffin was to see the day the demons would be defeated.¡± That was why she replied that she was faithful to her own belief. Phyllis finally understood Agatha¡¯s ideas. Agatha hoped to win the competition on behalf of Taquila, yet this was not a conflict with her serving Roland Wimbledon. Just as 400 years ago, all the cities of Fertile Plains were loyal to the Union. The only difference was that the leader of the New Alliance had changed from the Three Chiefs to one common person. ¡°Your assessment of him is really high,¡± she said in a rather complex mood. ¡°If the goal was only to defeat the demons, we¡¯re also constantly working on it, and the situation will be reversed once we find the chosen one.¡± ¡°But we haven¡¯t found it yet, right? Or in other words, we have found an unexpected ¡®chosen one¡¯.¡± Agatha started to chuckle. ¡°Rest assured, if there¡¯s such a witch, His Majesty will certainly not stop you from ending the Battle of Divine Will. In fact, he¡¯ll only help you to find her. This is why I hope you¡¯ll move to the Western Region of Graycastle¡ªthe witches who choose to settle here will surely increase, and you¡¯ll have more chances to find the chosen one, won¡¯t you?¡± Phyllis found herself being convinced. Even if she didn¡¯t want to admit it, Agatha did make sense. ¡°The truth is he¡¯s really able to stop the demons¡­ do you really have faith in the common people?¡± ¡°I think I can expect it from a common person who connects the witches and all the common people together.¡± Agatha raised the corner of her mouth and said, ¡°Isn¡¯t His Majesty preparing a gunfire exercise for you? After it¡¯s finished, maybe you¡¯ll be able to understand where my belief comes from.¡± The so-called artillery exercises should showcase the key to what she calls ¡°art.¡± Although it was unclear whether the two had anything to do with combatting the demons, but since the genius Senior Witch already said so, she decided to look forward to it as well. Just then, a string of loud roars came through the forest, causing the branches to tremble¡ª¡±Ow¡ªOw¡ª¡± Phyllis¡¯s expression changed suddenly. She was familiar with this sound. It was obviously the hissing of the flying Devilbeast. ¡°Why are there demons here?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Maggie,¡± said Agatha, curling her lips. ¡°Her evolved ability is becoming anything that can fly, and the demon is no exception.¡± Phyllis let out a sigh of relief when she realized it was caused by magic ability. But soon she frowned again. ¡°In this case, it¡¯s too easy for her to seize the demonic beasts, isn¡¯t it?¡± Lower breed demonic beasts were senseless, so it was easy for them to surrender to more powerful creatures. In the face of the flying Devilbeast, they would only be scared motionless on the spot and be easy prey. Not to mention that transporting prey from the air was much faster than dragging it from the snow. So how could Phyllis and Agatha win? ¡°Don¡¯t worry.¡± Agatha seemed to have looked through her thoughts. ¡°We¡¯re not without a chance. Maggie¡¯s ability is really convenient. But neither she nor Lightning, nor all the witches here, have ever withstood the rigors of combat training. In other words, they can¡¯t use their magic power to its fullest ability.¡± Whilst Agatha was talking, a black shadow flew over her head, grabbing a wild demonic toward the direction of the city wall¡ªwe can see that her stature was staggering, even the adult Devilbeast would be much smaller than her. ¡°Are you saying¡­ Maggie won¡¯t be able to last until sunset?¡± ¡°The Devilbeast¡¯s breath is too strong, and will expel in advance all the prey in the area of activity. In that case, she will most likely change into the pigeon and join Lightning together to search for targets, and then suddenly evolve into Devilbeast to capture the demonic beasts. Change is a very exhausting process of magic and once her magic power is depleted, it¡¯s difficult to rely on Lightning alone to maintain the efficiency of capturing.¡± Agatha smiled and said, ¡°So the next demonic beast will be attacked by you and I¡¯ll only be responsible for holding it down.¡± Phyllis¡¯s eyes brightened. For them, learning how to squeeze their potential was a required strategy of combat. At this point, the newly promoted Senior Witches were indeed no different from the fledgling newcomers. ¡°Yes, leave it to me!¡± Chapter 720 Chapter 720: The Competition Results and Admission Ceremony Just as Agatha had anticipated, it was uncommon to hear Maggie¡¯s carefree roar in the afternoon. When a witch was engaged in fighting, their highly tense mind would consume not only their magic power but also their physical strength. So, the Union concentrated on the key points needed to make the best use of the fighter¡¯s time. Allowing her to relax her mind and restore her physical strength during combat training. After all, when the demons came and swarmed them, only by relying on reasonable shifts and cooperation would they be able to survive on the battlefield. This meant that while Phyllis was urging and luring the demonic beasts, Agatha would take the opportunity to rest some until several beasts had been gathered together¡­ They took a quick break at noon, only eating dry food with snow for lunch. After Agatha managed to freeze three or four beasts, she would then shape the snow into a smooth ice track that would slide their captures to the Western Region¡¯s city wall. As the sky dimmed and became grey, Leaf informed them that the competition had ended. When they returned to the starting line, they were surprised to find that there were dozens of demonic beasts trapped in wooden cages. The number of caged demonic hybrid beasts had increased to around 30. The biggest one among them was a wolf-bear demonic hybrid. It was almost as tall as the wall, with limbs as thick as stone pillars, and it was so strong that even a God¡¯s Punishment soldier and Devilbeast were unlikely to defeat it. [Which team caught that one?] Phyllis¡¯s face barely changed, even as feelings of loss flooded her. After all, they had done their best¡ª22 small-sized and medium-sized demonic beasts, a score that she had thought would be high enough to stand out, but now it seemed that their score might be at the bottom. How were the other two teams able to catch so many demonic beasts? Wendy walked in front of them, relieved to see everyone safe, ¡°You¡¯ve all worked hard.¡± Then she pulled out a notebook and began to announce the results. ¡°Neverwinter, seven points, well done.¡± [Wait¡­ seven points?] Phyllis thought in shock. [Neverwinter isn¡¯t first? Could it be that the remaining 80 beasts were caught by the two members from the Sleeping Island?] ¡°It¡¯s all Maggie¡¯s fault,¡± Lightning said, touching her forehead, ¡°If she didn¡¯t leave halfway through, to steal eggs from the nest of a winter hawk and then spend two hours roasting them, we would have caught a few more.¡± ¡°It was you who let me go coo¡­¡± the Pigeon perched on Lighting¡¯s head grumbled her grievance, ¡°Not to mention, you ate more roasted eggs than me, what¡¯s more, you even wanted some Bird Beak Mushrooms, saying that eggs would taste better with mushrooms coo¡­¡± ¡°Nevermind, it¡¯s Okay as long as all of you come back safely¡­ well, next is Sleeping Island, fifteen points. Ashes, you really are a fighter,¡± Wendy continued. ¡°She just ran the captures for us,¡± Andrea griped, ¡°I was the one who knocked down the beasts. Too bad that we came across so few monsters on our way. Besides, she didn¡¯t run fast enough.¡± Ashes shot her a petulant look. ¡°Why don¡¯t you try carrying those demonic boars back and forth, 15 times, in the snow?¡± ¡°Muscular barbarians are more suitable for this kind of job.¡± ¡°They are better than someone so delicate and fragile.¡± ¡°You¡ª¡± ¡°Ahem,¡± Wendy quickly interrupted the growing dispute, ¡°the last is Taquila¡¯s team with a total of 22 points! Congratulations, the month¡¯s share of Chaos Drinks reward is now yours!¡± ¡°Ah, so enviable!¡± Andrea said begrudgingly. ¡°I want to drink that too coo¡­¡± Maggie eagerly looked at Agatha. However, Phyllis was very startled, ¡°There are clearly hundreds of cages containing demonic beasts¡­¡± ¡°Oh, Leaf caught them along the way,¡± Wendy said waving her hand while smiling. As the person in charge of the Witch Union said this, every participant automatically turned their eyes to the green-haired witch standing beside them. Leaf touched the back of her head bashfully as she said, ¡°I was afraid that there would be too many demonic beasts entering the hunting area, so I set a 3,000-foot radius trap on the outer-ring, only allowing some beasts to pass through specific passages. After that, I thought that since the beasts were already trapped in a vine trap, I could simply drag all of them to the edge of the forest and add more targets for His Majesty.¡± Suddenly, everyone fell silent. Alone she had caught more beasts than the three competing teams combined. Moreover, she had done it while keeping watch over the competition. No one had ever considered that there would be a combat witch that powerful hiding among the higher ascendants in the Witch Union. Even a Transcendent wouldn¡¯t be capable of catching so many demonic beasts within a day. [Why do I feel unutterably depressed and overwhelmed¡­? ] Phyllis wondered to herself. Suddenly, she felt that winning the competition wasn¡¯t as important. *************** The following day, Neverwinter finally finished all of the preparation necessary for the artillery exercise. When Roland arrived at the West Wall, the top of the wall was packed with 2,000 citizens, in their sold-out seats, eagerly waiting to watch the exercise. According to Edith, 80% of the seat holders were former residents of Border Town. This clearly showed that spending two silver royals to participate in an activity, where the king was present, no longer posed a financial burden for the locals. The Western Region¡¯s weather seemed to accommodate the exercise. After a long night of heavy snowfall, it had stopped at the break of dawn and the howling northern wind had eased as well. The vast field to the west of the city wall seemed to be covered with a layer of silver-white carpet. The rutted track marks and footprints left behind from carrying the demonic beasts had been covered by the snow, making the ground appear clean and untouched. The Demonic beasts, being the targets, had undoubtedly caught the attention of the audience. The numerous captures had been divided into three rows, each aligned with one of the three firing distances; 1,000, 1,600, and 3,300 feet. The more brutal demonic hybrid beasts had been lined in the rows closest to the attendees. It was obvious that that being able to witness these mighty monsters being turned into a bloody pulp under the heavy artillery fire would bring them unparalleled enjoyment. A sweet revenge for the residents of Neverwinter who had suffered so much during the Months of Demons. The smaller beasts were meant to be fodder for the embedded gunpowder. It was too far to see any details so it was just for embellishment. However, in Roland¡¯s opinion, the number of beasts was more important. In the last row, the cages that trapped demonic beasts lined up with a length up to 330 feet, waiting for the most resplendent blaze. Iron Axe climbed up the wall and reported loudly, ¡°Your Majesty, the artillery battalion for the First Army is ready.¡± Roland exhaled a white breath and turned around to look at Echo, who was standing beside him, ¡°Play the Parade March Song.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± As the magic power spread from Echo¡¯s fingers, the familiar resonance instantly rang out across the wall. Even though Roland had heard this song before, since it was practiced over and over on the school¡¯s sports days, his heart still skipped a beat once the melody echoed in the air of Neverwinter. It was as if the song had the power to bolster him as he waited for the soldiers¡¯ arrival. The people who had been chatting were hushed and they all turned their eyes towards the end of the long street that was near the city wall. There they saw a team of soldiers, in uniform, marching up the street towards their positions in an orderly manner. Roland remembered the first time he experienced the Months of Demons two years ago when the city had been like a palm-sized land. People with less than two months training had to fight against demonic beasts on the rubble-built cement wall with lances and spears. At that time, even a common demonic hybrid could put the Militia into a frenzy. However, now, they would remain calm and composed while faced with a higher level challenge. The seemingly powerful demonic beasts had now become the targets that will help to declare the strength of Neverwinter. The apparent contrast made Roland extremely excited. As the soldiers slowly climbed up the wall through the gentle slopes, a euphoric applause broke out among the crowd, wave after wave, almost as if it would never stop. He knew that there was no need for him to make a speech at the moment, everyone was waiting expectantly for the melodious roar of artillery. So, Roland just loudly announced, ¡°Let the artillery exercise begin!¡± Chapter 721 Chapter 721: Artillery Exercise Ferlin Eltek was quite surprised seeing the parade of the soldiers of the First Army climb up the wall in order. Known as the star knight of the Western Region he was naturally familiar with the training of knights, and knew how difficult it was to ensure that people kept order while marching in a group. Whether for knights or mercenaries, when they were under a Lord¡¯s purview, their numbers in each row would be no more than five, for if the horizontal line became too long, it would be very easy to become disordered, giving the audience whose seats were far away the sight of a messy eyesore. In general, the difficulty of keeping order increased exponentially with the number of soldiers. But in this group, the number of soldiers was over 100, with more than 10 soldiers in each column and row, and all of them were in uniforms of the same color with bright ribbons diagonally across their chests, making them look like a moving square. This visual impact gave Ferlin an unstoppable momentum, once the formation was maintained, the advantage of keeping a large group became most incisive. This could also be seen from the enthusiastic response of the crowds around him. ¡°Look at the third row. There is my boy!¡± ¡°They¡¯re marching in such good order!¡± ¡°All of them look like one person!¡± ¡°If two armies are confronting each other on the battlefield, I¡¯m afraid that the enemies will be frightened out of their wits just by seeing this kind of formation.¡± ¡°Ha, I think they¡¯ll be fleeing just on hearing the name of His Majesty.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the name of this song?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know, but¡­ I feel full of strength!¡± ¡°That¡¯s the effect made by Miss Echo¡¯s magic power.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a pity that May couldn¡¯t witness this,¡± Irene said, holding the arm of Morning Light. ¡°If she were here seeing it, she¡¯d surely have been able to reproduce the exciting scene in the drama.¡± ¡°She¡¯s pregnant. Of course, she can¡¯t stand on the city wall in the chilly wind with you,¡± Ferlin shook his head and said with a smiling face. ¡°Rest assured that you¡¯ll definitely get another chance. I bet there¡¯ll be more and more activities like this in the future.¡± Both the review of knights and artillery exercises were the means for the lord to show his power. The current strength accumulated in Neverwinter was beyond everyone¡¯s imagination. There was no doubt that his Majesty was capable of conquering more territories. With such a troop, it would not be surprising that he could even take all of the four kingdoms under his dominion when the time came. Demonstrations like this one would be absolutely necessary in order to overawe the people. ¡°My dear, would you like to join this team?¡± Irene asked abruptly. ¡°What?¡± Morning Light was a little shocked. ¡°I can feel it,¡± Irene said, smiling at him. ¡°Your heart is beating fast.¡± ¡°Is it¡­¡± Ferlin exhaled a white breath. He realized that even if his father did not say the words at that time, he would not be a teacher for his whole life. Sir Eltek was right. If he really liked books, he would not have decided to be a knight at the very beginning and would not have done his best to earn the reputation, the well-known Morning Light. The army was the best place for him. He wanted to join the First Army and become His Majesty¡¯s sword, to fight for the king and to play a role in expanding the kingdom¡¯s territory to an unprecedented scale. Although His Majesty had said that he, a knight who had surrendered, would have no chance to pick up a weapon again, there were other ways to join the First Army, according to his father. He wondered to what extent His Majesty¡¯s Adviser Department had developed now. He watched the artillerymen entering the shooting positions as if he had seen himself in the future. ¡­ The music stopped. This was an indication to be ready for the firing. Van¡¯er gave the order to take aim. Six Longsong Cannons that were set at the widened area of the city wall dropped the barrels to point at the cages 300 meters away¡ªa distance to which shells would keep flying straight to the target without falling. Because it was uncertain whether the demonic beasts¡¯ bodies would trigger the fuze, they must keep the muzzles lower so that the shells would hit the snow under the cages. ¡°My God, this one is so ugly.¡± Nelson whistled. The mortar team he was in charge of was aiming at a large wolf-bear hybrid. The beast probably had felt a gloomy foreboding and was struggling to get rid of the shackles. The huge body crashed hard against the bars, making the cage shake constantly. ¡°Be serious,¡± Van¡¯er frowned and warned. ¡°This isn¡¯t the usual training. Everyone is watching us.¡± ¡°I¡¯m a little nervous,¡± Cat¡¯s Claw said, his voice a bit stiff. ¡°Being stared at by so many people makes me want to pee¡­¡± Many members at the scene shared the same feeling. ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s more uncomfortable than confronting the duke¡¯s knightage before.¡± ¡°If you miss the target, you¡¯ll be laughed at by all of the citizens.¡± ¡°Just do it as you did in the previous exercise. No more nonsense!¡± Van¡¯er shot Cat¡¯s Claw a glance, ¡°Remember not to mistake the live shell with the headless shell. If something goes wrong, detention will be waiting for you. Now, load!¡± After entering the loading process, everyone at the spot suddenly got busy. No matter how they felt now, they had been so familiar with the procedure after the long period of training that they would be able to complete it even with their eyes closed. The loading of the 152-mm Longsong Cannon was much faster than the twelve-pound field artillery cannon. After all of the six cannons were ready, Iron Axe¡¯s voice of countdown was heard from the top of the wall. ¡°Ten, nine, eight¡­¡± At the same time, the noise of the audience came to an abrupt end, as if everyone was waiting for the moment when the muzzles burst out flames and thunder. But Van¡¯er was unexpectedly calm in his heart. Looking at the demonic beasts roaring crazily in the cages, he recalled the days four years ago when his younger brother had died of famine and cold in his arms, when he had practiced day and night for eating one more egg, when he had fought the demonic beasts on the rubble-built city wall with pikes. The changes that had taken place in recent years were vivid before his eyes. ¡°Five, four, three¡­¡± He had only been an ordinary miner in the old street of Border Town. He did not make up his mind to stay in the Militia to defend His Majesty¡¯s land against demonic beasts until His Majesty had said to him, ¡°I have faith in you. Keep it up.¡± But even so, he did not expect things to come to this state today. Van¡¯er secretly turned his head and looked at the gray-haired man in the distance, Roland Wimbledon, who had made him calm. As long as His Majesty stood behind him, no matter what kind of enemy stood in front of him, he would not retreat. ¡°Two, one! Fire!¡± ¡°Fire!¡± Van¡¯er waved down his arm abruptly. At the same time, six Longsong Cannons spewed out long flames and green smoke, accompanied by the huge boom that turned the snow on the wall into flying white mist. Within a blink of an eye, the shells shot across the distance of 300 meters. When people heard the deafening bombarding bang, the shells had dropped in front of the hybrid demonic beasts. The compressed fuze triggered the double-base gunpowder in the warhead, blasting away six mud pillars in a flash and smashing the wooden cages¡ªthe beasts¡¯ seemingly sturdy bodies were like paper swirling in front of rampant waves. The flakes of wood mingled with hot and bloody flesh were flying straight up into the sky. Meanwhile, intestines and broken limbs scattered all around. The crowds suddenly burst out fanatic cheers. Chapter 722 Chapter 722: Resplendent Blaze According to Roland¡¯s plan, the firing would not stop once it had started. The first, five rounds of the volley turned around 20 beasts, in the first row, into ashes. Then, in the free shooting time, the rapid firing, emptying ammunition, paired with the ignition of black powder, created a grand roaring momentum. Thus, as the firing continued to ring out, the atmosphere created by this scene ushered in a new upsurge. The frequent blasts created a cloud of almost endless dust that made the surrounding 1,500-foot radius look like an impending doomsday. Occasionally a ricocheting stone would crush a cage and if the beast survived it would flee, choosing to run away, instead of rushing to the wall. Fear had overridden their bloodthirsty instincts. However, only a few would escape this land of the dead. The strong waves radiating from underground had already begun to rupture their guts, deafen their ears, and blind their eyes. Most of the fleeing beasts did not make it far before they fell back to the ground, where they were devoured by the continuing explosives. ¡°This is nothing when compared to the war against the church,¡± Andrea shouted while covering her ears, her face full of pride. The witches from Wolfheart stared at Andrea, eyes wide with shock. ¡°At that time there were only two cannons, but we still had hundreds of flintlock gun and iron cannons of a smaller sizes. The enemy wasn¡¯t demonic beasts in cages, but the men of God¡¯s Punishment Army who were fast and strong. At the moment when the battle was most fierce, the bullets were flying all around the entire battlefield. If anyone were to poke their head out from the cover they would definitely get themselves killed. That was a real battle.¡± Amy looked shocked, ¡°Really?¡± ¡°No wonder the church lost the battle.¡± Hero sighed, ¡°It¡¯s beyond any human being¡¯s skills.¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid of seeing such a scene?¡± Broken Sword looked admirably at Andrea. Andrea smoothed down her billowing hair during an interval between the explosions and said, ¡°Of course, you¡¯ll become accustomed to it after you¡¯ve seen more. I have witnessed the whole process of a battle and personally killed two soldiers of the God¡¯s Punishment Army!¡± She had completely forgotten that she had been as just shocked and astonished by the scenes of battle when she climbed up the city wall for the first time. It seemed that she now regarded Neverwinter as her second home and she couldn¡¯t even control her feeling of pride when she was talking about its weapons. Most of the witches only stood there watching the show, however, Phyllis observed the events more carefully. When the demonic beasts in the first row were bombarded, she didn¡¯t care too much¡ªMad Demons from this distance would also threaten the soldiers on the wall with their spears. When the common people were confronted with the bone spears, that dropped from above as violently as a Mighty Storm, how long would they be able to hold their defenses against the enemy even though their weapons, the so-called Longsong Cannon, were dramatically more powerful? However, when they turned their fire to the second row of cages, her expression changed. Was that the common king¡¯s reasoning for arranging the beasts in this manner? So he could gauge the cannon range? The last row of cages was over 3,000 feet from the wall. If the Longsong Cannon was able to hit that area, it meant that the cannon had a shooting range that rivaled that of the Siege Beasts¡¯, with a much higher lethality. The Siege Beast had always been the most troublesome demon weapon for the Union. This weapon has a striking distance that is farther than any mangonel or ballista. Which made the witches have no choice but to rely on Transcendents to lead the Blessed Army to charge into the enemy¡¯s position. In this way, even if they succeeded in crushing the Siege Beasts, they would not be able to avoid a large number of casualties. However, if they had a long-range striking weapon like this, it wouldn¡¯t be impossible for them to successfully defend the Holy City of Taquila. Phyllis wondered if this was the ultimate weapon of Neverwinter as well as the reason why Agatha had such faith in Roland. After she asked Ice Witch this question, she just shook her head and smiled. ¡°Setting the target 3,000 feet away was only to meet the needs of the audience¡­ because a target further away would affect the view of the exercise. According to His Majesty, the shooting range for the new cannon was over six miles, ten times further than its present range,¡± Agatha turned her head to whisper in Phyllis¡¯ ear, ¡°In other words, it could hit somewhere out of the manipulator¡¯s sight.¡± Ten times? Phyllis was astonished. Although she did not quite understand what foot and mile meant, a distance that was ten times that of the current range could cover some of the demon¡¯s outposts. Did that mean, if the cannons were placed on the wall of Taquila the shells could directly hit the demons¡¯ lair? How was that possible? How could they ensure that the weapon would hit an enemy that¡¯s out of our view? Agatha noticed her abstraction and continued to elaborate, ¡°But, to hit a target so far away is not easy. It requires a lot of calculation and improvement of the aiming equipment, and I¡¯ve heard that the astrologers are working on it. It appears that His Majesty intended to write a shooting range list from which they will be able to calculate the location where the shell will hit on the basis of the pre-launch data. Through this method, the shell should hit the enemy precisely, even if it is thousands of feet away.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Phyllis clenched her teeth. ¡°Doesn¡¯t that mean that as long as we make a few more cannons, the demons won¡¯t even be able to get near the city wall?¡± ¡°Yeah, His Majesty said that this kind of strike would be called a scrubbing¡­¡± Agatha shrugged and said, ¡°probably a name pulled from the idea of ¡®scrubbing¡¯ dirty things on the ground. It¡¯s a little hard to pronounce but it sounds very appropriate.¡± Phyllis hesitated for a second before whispering close to Agatha¡¯s ear, ¡°Er¡­ Can you make the cannons?¡± Agatha looked at her for a moment and waited for a new round of explosions to pass before saying, ¡°I know what you are asking. I did provide some of the materials in the shell, however, it takes way more than two people to make it.¡± ¡°Even witches?¡± ¡°Far from enough¡­ Do you know how many common people work in the chemical plant of Neverwinter? Nearly 2,000 people and the number is still growing!¡± Agatha sighed, ¡°But, what they do there is no more than make explosives from acids, greases, and gases, while the production of a cannon is a completely different system. The necessary mine and smeltery have more than 3,000 people working in them, the processing plant has over 1,500 workers, and corresponding technicians to maintain and operate the finished product. How many common people do we have that could work for us even in the Taquila age?¡± Phyllis became silent. After Arrieta and Starfall City fell, one after the other, the human beings¡¯ territory retreated to the corner of the plains with a plummeting population. By the time Taquila became the last shelter for all people, the number of the common people controlled by the Union was a mere 30,000 to 40,000. However, they were playing the role of supporting the combat witches, logistics, and keeping the city on course etc., it would be impossible to find enough people to manufacture the Longsong Cannons. If Agatha didn¡¯t lie to her, even the witches of Taquila at that time were unable to make it, let alone the ones who had been struggling to survive in the underground maze. Suddenly, the booms from the cannons stopped. The demonic beasts, in the first two rows, had completely merged with the snow, turning into puddles of blurred flesh and blood. An unearthly silence hung over the wall and no one there spoke. Everyone was staring at the furthest cages as if they were waiting for something. Phyllis looked quizzically at Agatha, who just smiled back at her. ¡°Key is coming.¡± Before Agatha finished speaking, a bright light radiated from the ground, glimmering like a shining sun! Chapter 723 Chapter 723: Power to Shake the Sky There was no sun in the Months of Demons, which was something that had not changed for thousands of years. The sky was always like a gloomy dark curtain where the snow was invariably flying and swirling in the wind. People barely noticed the difference in the weather other than the intensity of the snow. Like the weather today, that only one or two occasional snowflakes drifted down might be regarded as a sign that the snow had stopped. Most of the time, the white snow would swarm the entire sky, the heavy fall of snow would float and cover the whole land at all times. Therefore, this white light was particularly eye-catching under such a background. The moment it broke out of the earth, the glow brightened the surrounding snow in an instant, as if the entire gray world was lit up slightly. Phyllis could not help but hold her breath. Her gaze was fixed on the light in this moment when everything seemed swift and yet slow. As the light dimmed quickly and turned into an orange fireball, the ground 1,000 meters away from the wall was rooted up! This was not an illusion. She clearly saw the flat snowfield rising upwards and forming a soft arc as if the land under the snow was not made of soil and rocks, but made of water that could randomly change its shape. At the top of the arc, the red fireball was rising as if it wanted to get rid of the shackles of the earth. It succeeded! The next scene happened almost in the blink of an eye. Smoke and clouds of dust and flames erupted from the ground and tore the curved surface into pieces! The fireball skyrocketed, along with billows of black smoke rising tens of meters high, spreading a high wall that almost obscured the original light of the sky in Phyllis¡¯ vision. Both the cages and demonic beasts turned into ashes in front of the fireball. By then the earth-shattering roar came to her ears, making her tremble and her heart thud. ¡°Boom! Boom!¡± Suddenly, the earth shook! Phyllis subconsciously clutched Agatha, to whom she moved her lips and wanted to say something but was blocked by the coming airflow. The people on the city wall also reeled from the blowing and did not come to themselves until a long while later. They, stunned by this scene, had forgotten to cheer and applaud. The only thing they could do was look up at the rising wall of smoke. ¡°Is this¡­ Key?¡± Swallowing, she had never thought that common people had mastered such a terrible force nowadays. Even a Senior Demon could not survive in such a turbulent underground fire. The red sun was dimming, leaving only a few scarlet flames looming in the dark smoke, but the billowing smoke had shot up to midair as if it connected the clouds. The specks of dirt and demonic beasts¡¯ pieces that had been blown up into the sky now dropped like a rain of blood and dirt in the surrounding snowfield. Looking at this scene, Phyllis finally understood where Agatha¡¯s confidence came from. With this earthshaking power, common people would even have the opportunity to contend with brutal demons. But she still could not understand why Roland Wimbledon would call it art. ¡°Was the explosion art?¡± She wondered. ¡­ Retnin was completely intoxicated by the cold wind that was filled with the smoke of gunpowder. The boom of the blast thoroughly awakened his desire. This was chemistry! This was the real chemistry! He looked to his companions beside him, the former Chief Alchemist of King¡¯s City, Rayleigh, along with Archer, whose eyes, he noticed, were shining with the same light, which was irreconcilable with their aging looks. He vaguely remembered that last time he showed this kind of radiance was when he was enrolled in the Alchemic Workshop as a disciple at the age of 10. Retnin felt that he finally found the goal to which he would devote his whole life. That was to attract everyone¡¯s attention like the sun, only chemistry could help him achieve this goal! Unfortunately, he was nearly 50 years old. How nice it would be if he had seen this scene 20 years earlier and understood the real power of chemistry ahead of time, which was not flames and fumes given off from the burning of rough snow powders but the purer light and heat. Fortunately, he finally knew it. Looking at the stunned astrologers beside him, Retnin could not help smiling. Since then, the lore of Sage would only record one name, while the other would soon be forgotten completely. He wanted to let everyone experience the power of explosions, to make them praise the greatness of chemistry! He could not hold back his urge to start more experiments. He had so many chemically explosive plans in ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡± to try. ¡°What are we waiting for?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s apply for a lab from Kyle Sichi.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯m thinking.¡± The three alchemists spoke out their ideas and suggestions at the same time. Retnin gave the column of smoke that lingered in midair one last look and then walked swiftly towards the laboratory. ¡­ ¡°Now do you understand why I want you to stay in Neverwinter?¡± Edith fumbled Cole¡¯s head. The latter was silent for a long time before asking in a husky voice, ¡°For this?¡± Clearly, he was really frightened by the formidable force of the explosion, with his face still being pale and one hand clutching his sister¡¯s arm. ¡°For no one can withstand Roland Wimbledon.¡± Edith said slowly, ¡°The aristocrats, though holding their titles and lands, mean nothing compared with this kind of power. He would make a kingdom in any way he wants it to be. When he ordered the abolition of the nobility, those aristocrats should have handed over their lands and rights. But it¡¯s a pity that most people still haven¡¯t realized it.¡± Although she regarded it as a pity, the Pearl of the Northern Region showed no expression of pity, rather she showed a feeling of gloating. Cole Kant pouted his lips. ¡°We¡­ are aristocrats too.¡± ¡°But we¡¯re no longer titled aristocrats.¡± Edith said, taking her younger brother to the edge of the wall. Now that people were gradually leaving the city wall and the area had become much more spacious, Cole could clearly see the dark burned ground far away as if it had been ploughed severely. Edith continued to say, ¡°Aristocrats are respected for their wealth and power, not the pieces of land under their feet, which means the nobility won¡¯t truly disappear. Just like this plain, whether its surface is broken or neat, snow-covered or grassy, its nature won¡¯t change. Neverwinter is the starting point of the new era. If you want to be an aristocrat in this era, you have to integrate yourself into the new rules set by His Majesty.¡± For a moment, Cole felt he had seen and not seen the point at the same time, but he still nodded under his sister¡¯s commanding manner accumulated over the years. ¡°I¡¯ll stay here and no longer argue for going back to the Northern Region.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s far more interesting in exploring new rules and new forces than running pieces of immutable land?¡± Cole looked up at her sister¡¯s pretty profile. Her long hair was blowing, like the silkiest satin, in the northerly wind. Her long, narrow eyelashes tilted up, accented with her elegant curve of nose and lips, giving a sight of unspeakable beauty. The only thing that puzzled him was the flush on Edith¡¯s face, something that women would have when they were excited. ¡°Is my sister interested in the skyrocketing column of smoke?¡± Cole doubted. Cole turned away his eyes, hiding his doubt deeply in his heart. Chapter 724 Chapter 724: A Higher Level of Power After the exercise, Phyllis once again came to Roland¡¯s castle accompanied by Agatha. When they entered the office, she noticed that Roland Wimbledon wore the same expression as he had last time. He did not show any self-satisfaction, as if the exercise was nothing but an insignificant matter in his eyes. However, Phyllis felt that the importance of this common person sitting behind the mahogany table had apparently grown a lot. She unconsciously addressed him with honorifics. ¡°Your Majesty, please allow me to ask you a few questions before contacting the Taquila witches.¡± ¡°Go ahead.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Can the weapons you demonstrated be mass-produced?¡± In Phyllis¡¯ view, if the plan of seeking the Chosen One did not work out well, the war against demons would undoubtedly last many years. If the production of this weapon really required nearly 10,000 common people and the output could not meet their needs, Neverwinter would still be faced with a hard war. By that time, she would be able to strive for more positions for the Taquila survivors. After all, a force of about 100 God¡¯s Punishment Warriors controlled by witches was definitely formidable. When the Longsong Cannons could not stop the Siege Beasts that came from all directions, Roland would have to rely on them to break through the tight encirclement. Roland smiled and gave the answer. ¡°The first thing I must point out is that the Longsong Cannon isn¡¯t merely a defensive weapon. It may look too heavy to be carried by manpower or livestock, but for some vehicles, carrying them is no longer a problem. In fact, with a little improvement, it can turn into a weapon that can be used for both offense and defense.¡± ¡°Ve¡­ Vehicles?¡± Phyllis repeated. She had heard from Agatha earlier that His Majesty often said some awkward-sounding new words, most of which were straightforward, and that if she did not understand, she could ask directly. Generally, the king would be very happy to answer the questions. As expected, Roland rubbed his hands and said, ¡°It would be anything that can carry the cannons, such as, the simplest¡­ three-masted big sailing ship, which can be regarded as a vehicle.¡± ¡°But suchlike big ships can only sail in the Swirling Sea.¡± ¡°I¡¯m just giving you an example. There will be a free-wheeling vehicle on land in the future. Neverwinter has already embarked on developing such a vehicle, though it can do much more than simply carrying a cannon.¡± ¡°An equipment that is capable of carrying such a heavy weapon as well as moving freely on the ground? But from the king¡¯s statement, it seems not to be prepared for cannons specifically.¡± Just as Phyllis wanted to ask some more, Roland went on, ¡°As for the output, after a new generation of processing tools is commonly used, I believe the cannons will cover all the walls of the border in a year or two.¡± Phyllis secretly gasped at the answer. ¡°Covering all the walls of the border in a year or two? Even Mangonel and Ballista cannot be produced in such a large number in such a short period of time.¡± ¡°If so, it will be hard for the Taquila survivors to play a role here.¡± To Phyllis, it was an answer that disappointed and satisfied her at the same time. Perhaps their positions would be lower than other witch organizations, but, it was always good to have less casualties in war. However, in light of her previous experiences, she decided not to question him but rather to change the subject. ¡°I understand, Your Majesty. My second question is, I noticed during the artillery exercise that the last explosion was not caused by the Longsong Cannon, I¡¯m wondering if it¡¯s your most lethal weapon?¡± When she asked, Phyllis noticed a strange smile appear on Roland¡¯s face before he answered. ¡°Judging from the technology we¡¯ve mastered, it can only be counted as the simplest one.¡± ¡°The simplest¡­ one?¡± she said in astonishment. ¡°You can make a weapon that could create a more violent explosion?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no end in the development of explosion.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°The current level of weaponry Neverwinter possesses can be viewed as the second level, the third level will be better. At that level, it won¡¯t be impossible to burn a city into the ground in one go.¡± Phyllis was completely startled. She instinctively wanted to consider this statement as nonsense. ¡°Crush a city in one go? No common people or witches can have this kind of power. Only deities can do it.¡± But when she saw Roland¡¯s peculiarly shining eyes, she found it hard to deny what he had said. In the end, she had no choice but to ask in a low voice, ¡°What kind of weapon is that?¡± Roland did not give a direct answer. He drank some tea before saying slowly, ¡°What does the scene of the last round of explosion look like in your eyes?¡± ¡°Is this about my doubts?¡± She closed her eyes and a moment later said, ¡°Like a sunrise.¡± If the smoke and dust were taken as clouds, the rising orange fireball would undoubtedly be the sunrise at dawn. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s just like the red light of the early morning sun. But the third level of weapon is the real sun.¡± Roland raised the corner of his lip, as if he was narrating a thing made by God, ¡°You can¡¯t look straight at it because it¡¯ll burn your eyes, neither can you come too close to it, for the glittering light will burn you all over. Its core temperature can turn stones into gases, and the air billow it generates is strong enough to smash houses.¡± The description made Phyllis shudder. She was unable to distinguish whether what he was saying was an overestimation or the truth. ¡°How can we make it?¡± she asked. ¡°We have to accomplish two epic tasks. One is called resplendent radiance, while the other is called the distance to the sun, and¡­¡± ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Agatha interrupted him, frowning. ¡°Please don¡¯t talk nonsense at this time.¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice also came to Phyllis¡¯ ears. ¡°Epic tasks? Resplendent radiation?¡± Phyllis found herself unable to understand even one word and Agatha was shrugging helplessly. ¡°Ahem, in short, it¡¯s very complicated, so I need more witches to push forward the research and speed up the technological development in Neverwinter.¡± Roland coughed a little. ¡°Of course, the things you found in the ruin may be helpful, so I hope we can start a deeper negotiation as soon as possible.¡± With a complicated feeling, Phyllis looked at the king, who was a common person, before taking off the ring on her finger. ¡°As promised, I¡¯ll contact Pasha and other survivors for you. When I crush this Five-Colored Stone, they¡¯ll sense my location, but if you want to talk directly, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯ll take one or two more days¡­ I don¡¯t know when Pasha can get a magic core ready.¡± ¡°Can we have a conversation anywhere?¡± ¡°Yes, but if the condition permits, a spacious place will be much better.¡± ¡°Well then, you can crush the Magic Stone in the hall, that will make it a little formal.¡± Roland said before he turned to Agatha and said, ¡°You take her there for me.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± After leaving the office, Phyllis took a deep breath. She had done all she could do, next was to wait for the response from the rest of the survivors. Chapter 725 Chapter 725: Bet And Promise The effect of the live-fire artillery exercise exceeded Roland¡¯s expectations. He had indeed got what had paid for. In the last round of explosion, he had ignited 70% of the total black powder reserves and had got an explosion as intense as that of the roadside bombs in the modern world where he had lived before. While the soldiers had been burying the powder, he had had a sudden thought and had mixed some aluminum powder with the gunpowder. As a result, the fireball of the explosion had become even more bright. The moment it had shot out of the ground, it had looked a bit like the rising sun. With the success of this explosion, the First Army¡¯s explosives had been officially upgraded from black powder to chemical gunpowder. As for the nuclear explosives, he could only fantasize about it at this moment. There was quite a lot of uranium in the earth¡¯s crust, which was even more than silver and gold. He could have simply asked Lucia to collect uranium, but he was unable to prevent radiation damage from nuclear fallout or manufacture qualified lead plates. The most important thing was that he didn¡¯t know whether Nana could heal radioactive diseases, namely, the biological deformation in genes caused by particle ionization. So unless he was left with no choice, Roland did not plan to start the ¡°Bright Radiation¡±, a task as epic as the mythical stealing of fire. After all, it was too dangerous. After settling the issue of the Taquila witches¡¯ meeting, he invited Tilly into his office. It was time to discuss the bet with her. Roland poured her a cup of Chaos Drink, cleared his throat, and said, ¡°About the hunting competition¡­.¡± ¡°Even though Agatha is a member of the Witch Union, her team didn¡¯t represent the Neverwinter city.¡± Tilly seemed to have already guessed Roland¡¯s thoughts and narrowed her eyes. ¡°Brother, our bet can only be considered as a draw. I won¡¯t accept it if you intend to count Leaf as part of the Neverwinter team.¡± ¡°Of course, our bet did end in a draw. But I still want you to stay,¡± Roland said honestly. His straightforward attitude made Tilly stutter, ¡°Ugh¡­.¡± ¡°So, how about we count it as a double win?¡± This was the first time that he saw Princess Tilly¡¯s speechless expression, which was actually rather adorable in his eyes. ¡°I¡¯ll use one-third of the profits of Chaos Drink as a fund to reward anyone, a witch or a common person, who contributes to the Neverwinter city. And you can take up residence in the Neverwinter city, either in the Witch Building or somewhere else together with the Sleeping Island witches.¡± As they started discussing business, Tilly soon regained her focus and coughed as if nothing had happened, ¡°Only one third? We had initially agreed on half of the profits.¡± ¡°Because I estimated that even one-third of the profit would still be a shocking amount. It¡¯ll be enough for one lifetime.¡± Roland explained, ¡°The rest of the money will be used for the Neverwinter city¡¯s infrastructure, including the witches accommodation and necessary facilities, as well as salary distribution. In general, it¡¯ll be used for all the needed areas. If you need more, you can directly take it.¡± ¡°Even if I spend all the earned gold royals?¡± ¡°Of course, they would be wasted anyway in the warehouse if left unused,¡± he replied naturally. In the future, when the metallic currency was no longer able to meet the productivity needs, it would be the time to start using credit currency. When that happened, the gold royals would become just a number for the government, which would print out the money directly. Given that, storing metallic money was not important for him. Tilly smirked, ¡°Sounds like a good deal.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why it¡¯s called a double win,¡± Roland said, ¡°don¡¯t you think?¡± She sighed and said, ¡°Since you already spoke your mind so clear, I can only agree with you.¡± Even though she acted like she was reluctantly agreeing, her smiling eyes could not hide her real feelings. Roland could not help but smile too. He had only seen a look of suspicion on her face one year ago, but now she put on a relaxed smile. It seemed like she finally believed that he could bring a stable and comfortable life for the witches. ¡°Oh right.¡± After some casual chatting, he wanted to change the topic and focused on the retrieval of the Southernmost Region. ¡°I plan to integrate the Sand Nation¡¯s domain into the Kingdom of Graycastle this coming winter. Their traditions and power inheritance methods are very different from the ones in the Four Kingdoms. Thus, I need your help to completely conquer it.¡± Next, Roland described to her the laws and holy duel ceremony of the Sand Nation. ¡°I don¡¯t have a problem with Ashes joining the duel.¡± Tilly said after thinking for a while. ¡°But why do you want to integrate the desert? Since the Kingdom of Graycastle was established, no ancestor had ever shown any interest in that land.¡± ¡°It only looks deserted, but the underground fire that has never been extinguished for the past dozens of years and the plain covered by white salt are all proofs of the hidden treasures of that land.¡± Roland waved his hand. ¡°If I¡¯m not mistaken, Southernmost Region will be an indispensable part in the future development of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll explain to Ashes.¡± Tilly did not ask for more details but nodded in accordance. Nowadays, the trust between them was slowly increasing. It was obvious that in the future, the Witch Union and the Sleeping Island witches would have a close relationship. Roland was very pleased as he thought about that. ¡­ After sending his sister away, he immediately called Echo. The holy duel could only earn the right of speech for him, but it was not a long-term solution. He did not just need a clan¡¯s right to live in the Iron Sand City, but numerous Mojin people that would follow him. For this, he had to become the legendary great chief. Roland did not have the time to lead the army personally, so he had to find a representative. As the princess of the Osha clan, Echo was a key figure in persuading the Mojin people. ¡°I wonder if Iron Axe has discussed with you about returning to the Southernmost Region?¡± he said directly, ¡°this winter the First Army will enter and station in the Iron Sand City, and I wish you¡¯ll go there on my behalf.¡± ¡°No¡­.he didn¡¯t mention anything,¡± Echo looked surprised, then bit her lips and said with a sad expression, ¡°Your Majesty, don¡¯t you want me anymore?¡± Hearing her first sentence, Roland was happy to know that Iron Axe understood that any military action was the kingdom¡¯s secret and had not mentioned anything about it even to his own clan member. However, her last words almost made him choke. Even though he knew what she actually meant, still, those words could be easily misunderstood. At the same time, he felt a cold breath behind him, and Nightingale¡¯s hand firmly pinched his arm, ¡°Of course not, this is temporary¡ªonce I become the great chief of the Sand Nation, you can return with Iron Axe to the Neverwinter city. I won¡¯t force you if you don¡¯t want to.¡± Hearing that, Echo relaxed, ¡°I understand, but the holy duel won¡¯t be enough to subdue all the Mojin people.¡± ¡°Of course, I¡¯ve another plan,¡± Roland laughed and then slowly described it to her. ¡°This¡­.¡± Echo was shocked and expressed her disbelief. ¡°Can this¡­ really be done?¡± ¡°Definitely, I¡¯m the king of Graycastle, I give you my word,¡± he said emphatically. ¡°By the name of Three Gods, the Sand Nation will never forget your kindness.¡± She was not hesitating anymore, but instead she knelt and bowed respectfully, ¡°Echo is willing to complete this task for you.¡± ¡°Very good,¡± Roland stood up to help the Mojin girl who had suffered a lot to rise. ¡°I¡¯m counting on you.¡± In this way, the preparations for the retrieval of the Southernmost Region were completed. Chapter 726 Chapter 726: Tide of Demonic Beasts Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the depths of the maze-like cave, the tremor above their heads grew louder and louder. Pasha knew that they were quickly approaching with unstoppable numbers. She stretched her tentacles into the soil and rose above ground, where she ¡°saw¡± everything that was happening outside the mountain¡ªthe dark mass of demonic beasts were rampaging between the mountains and all of the entrances to the maze ruins were blocked by Fearful Beast of Hells. The demonic hybrids behind them were furiously tearing apart the flesh and bones of the beasts until they could open up a space between them¡ªthey had no choice, or else they would be crushed to death by the rest of the demonic beasts behind them at the cave entrance. Despite the desperate struggle of the hybrids, the passage would soon be blocked once again by the flood of demonic beasts and the only way to get through was to repeat the previous actions. This had resulted in a bloodbath in front of the entrances before the demonic beasts even launched their attack at the core area. Chaos ensued underground as the Wilderness Beasts crawled around within the different layers of the earth. Their head full of tentacles could easily sense the weaker parts of the ground, and the oil-like substance on its skin allowed it to burrow through the ground effortlessly, carrying within its long tube-like body a large number of demonic hybrids. Once a monster like that broke through the defensive line, it would often incur a massive amount of casualties within the ranks of the defenders. Even some mutated Flying Beasts had appeared in the sky, but they could only hover in the air as they were unable to enter the underground ruin. This was an unfathomable experience. She did not directly witness the scene unfold in front of her, but whether it was the shrieks coming from above the mountains, the tremors within the layers of the earth, or the sounds of rock and soil mashing together, they were all accurately transmitted into her mind through the thousands of tentacles, forming countless vivid images. This was the largest scale invasion of the demonic beasts since the beginning of this winter. Pasha withdrew her limbs and descended to an even deeper layer below. From time to time, some loose clumps of dirt would fall from the ceiling and smash into the braziers at the sides of the passage¡ªshe did not need the flames to see every single stone in the ground, but those who had turned into God¡¯s Punishment Soldiers did need them. She extinguished the flames in the braziers on her way back when everyone had already moved to the maze hall. ¡°How¡¯s the situation above?¡± As she entered the hall, she heard Alethea¡¯s voice in her head. ¡°The closest Wilderness Beast to us has reached the third layer,¡± Pasha transmitted her words to everyone¡¯s consciousness, ¡°How¡¯s the situation below the maze?¡± ¡°There is nothing unusual,¡± Alethea replied, ¡°I only saw some charred black corpses.¡± Pasha¡¯s perception and understanding of fighting had changed dramatically since her body¡¯s transformation. The originally flat world had suddenly become three-dimensional, and since their enemies were able to move freely in the ground, the survivors had to keep an eye out for the situation beneath them¡ªAs long as they were not standing at the end of the abyss, they should not ignore the deeper hidden threats. Fortunately, a lava river flowed endlessly beneath the ruin, which sealed the larger part of the bottom of the maze and thus spared them a lot of effort. Up until now, there has not been a demonic beast that was not afraid of fire. ¡°How long before the Instrument of Divine Retribution is ready?¡± Pasha looked at Celine. ¡°I don¡¯t know. Half an hour, maybe one hour?¡± the latter replied anxiously from the magic core¡¯s direction, ¡°I¡¯ve tried my best, but the damaged position in area 43 has just been repaired and Lady Eleanor needs more time to calculate the core!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. They won¡¯t arrive that fast,¡± she calmed her, ¡°The bigger demonic hybrids will be blocked outside of the cave entrances and we¡¯ll only have to handle the smaller ones.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right. We can just treat it as daily training,¡± Elena said, ¡°as long as we¡¯re here, the demonic beasts will not be able to enter the hall.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it may have been the best idea to retrieve the relic of gods so early. Wouldn¡¯t it be better to have let Starfall City consume a bit more of their strength?¡± Someone asked. ¡°They would still have to defend Hermes. But without the God¡¯s Punishment Army, those common people are worthless.¡± Alethea refuted her. ¡°The walls can effectively block the demonic beasts, and the hot oil and mangonels can also give those beasts a good beating. We would just need to stay hidden in the Pivotal Secret Temple and wait for a break in the city¡¯s defenses to retrieve the relic.¡± ¡°There are many traps hidden under the cathedral. What if the enemies accidentally triggered such a trap? We would have been buried alive, which is still nothing compared to the relic falling into the hands of the demons. No matter what, we can¡¯t afford to risk it.¡± ¡°Stop bickering,¡± Pasha interrupted, ¡°Since we¡¯ve already brought the relic back, we no longer have a choice but to continue with the plan. Have you already forgotten Lady Natalya¡¯s words before the attack on the Queen of Starfall City?¡± After she spoke, the others were immediately silenced, all quietly agreeing with her. During the age of Taqila, scenes like this were rare. The low-level witches had to obey their superiors unconditionally, and anyone who broke the rules would receive severe punishment. The Union¡¯s largest-ever conflict was the one between Natalia and Alice. Before Natalia cut all ties with Starfall City, she said those words to all her followers and then initiated the sneak attack on the Queen of Starfall City. Since that day, the survivors of Taqila no longer held rankings in mind, and thus internal disputes became more frequent. However, Pasha did not mind this change at all¡ªcompared to the previously rigid system, she actually preferred an organization full of energy. Just as the others changed the subject and started to discuss ways to block the demonic beasts, Pasha suddenly received an unexpected signal from one of her tentacles! A violent tremor sounded through the earth as if a heavy object experiencing free fall crashed into the ground without any resistance. It quickly broke through several layers of the maze, and is now fast approaching the depths of the hall! How can this be possible? The ground was densely packed with soil and stones, not allowing any large movements and even a Wilderness Beast would take at least half an hour to drill through a layer. How was it able to move so fast through the ground? Pasha quickly moved more of her tentacles to the direction of the movement¡ªthe more tentacles she used to watch an area, the more ¡°pictures¡± she would receive. Then, her heart sunk. A horizontal crack of six to seven miles had suddenly appeared in that area, splitting the ground into two. It looked like a long chasm that stretched all the way to the darkest depths. A wild beast was just crawling down the soft soil along the hill, tumbling down straight towards the hall. ¡°Prepare to fight¡± Pasha warned at full volume to everyone through their consciousness, ¡°At the direction of the magic core!¡± Suddenly, while everyone was still in shock, the ceiling of the main hall exploded into pieces, and a long-necked Wilderness Beast slipped down through the gap, covered with scratches and bruises, emitting a sinister dark blue light due to the influence of the magic core. It had sustained massive damage from the crash, but even so, it completed its mission with its dying breath. The moment the beast fell to the ground, several hybrid demonic beasts tore out of its belly and lunged towards the nearest victim, Celine. Chapter 727 Chapter 727: The Instrument of Divine Retribution Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°No¡ª!¡± Pasha screamed at the top of her voice. Right after Celine took out the tentacle out of the Instrument of Divine Retribution and knocked two demonic hybrids down, she was bitten by another demonic beast. Her cumbersome blob-like body instantly cracked open. Scales and gray body liquid gushed out and splashed all over the place. Several sneaky mutated wolf species even crept up her coarse skins and clambered to her head, in an attempt to bite her main tentacles on the top. The other witches all unsheathed their swords and came to her rescue. Springing up like a streak of silver light, Elena was the fastest one. She struck a demonic hybrid who came to block her way and slashed it in half. Afterwards, she dashed into the crowd of demonic beasts and slew fiercely. The beasts¡¯ blue blood spilled behind her. Apparently, these monsters, which scared common people so much, were as impotent as normal beasts in front of these God¡¯s Punishment Witches who were as powerful as Extraordinaries. Even in the start of this fight when the beasts had still been in their prime, they had apparently not been in a prevailing position in terms of speed or power. As more witches joined the battle, demonic beasts were slaughtered one by one. After the short chaos came to an end at last, Pasha withdrew all her tentacles and rushed to the center of the hall, heart in her throat. Unlike a God¡¯s Punishment Witch who could easily switch her body. They, unfortunately, were stuck in the blob they had entered without an option to switch to a new one. Once their bodies were on the brink of shutting down, they would have no choice but to merge with Lady Eleaner. Pasha was completely satisfied with her fate. After she had resolved to follow Lady Natalya, she was prepared to sacrifice herself anytime. But Celine could not end up like this. Among all the survivors, she had done more research than anybody else on the magic core. If she was merged by the central carrier, nobody would be able to reboot the Instrument of Divine Retribution until a considerable amount of time. It would be perilous for everybody in the Months of Demons when danger constantly lurked around. ¡°Are you OK?¡± asked Pasha anxiously, who landed next to the blob covered with wounds and scratches. ¡°Well¡­ not bad.¡± Celine¡¯s answer relieved Pasha instantly. ¡°I¡¯ll be fine as long as the holes in my body are blocked. The problem lies in my tentacles. Several of them are broken and it¡¯s awfully painful.¡± ¡°You shall find yourself lucky to still be able to sense pains¡­ I yearn to feel them again.¡± One voice complained. ¡°Exactly. If Phyllis hears you say that, she¡¯ll be jealous. Poor Phyllis. She can only take solace spiritually now.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say that. She was sent to serve ordinary people for the sake of Taquila.¡± Elena frowned. ¡°She¡¯s now called No. 76, isn¡¯t she? I wonder how the plan of the Chosen One goes at the moment.¡± ¡°It has been only a short time. The Union no longer dominates the whole continent these days. It¡¯ll take us at least another two or three years to complete the mission since we can¡¯t even reach those hidden witches that easily.¡± ¡°Or wait until the Army of Demons besieges and defeats us at the arrival of the Bloody Moon.¡± Another voice put in. ¡°Damn, do you really want to say that like we don¡¯t know?¡± Everbody burst into laughter at this remark. ¡°Shut up, all of you. We¡¯re still in danger.¡± Alethea grunted. ¡°What should we do? There¡¯s a hole in the ceiling. If there¡¯s one fallen beast, there¡¯ll be another. Shall we split up and leave some of us here at the bottom of the cave?¡± Pasha contemplated for a while and made an objection. ¡°No. If the fallen demonic beast fights with the witches who stay here only, then that won¡¯t be a problem. What if they turn around to attack the outer defense line? In that case, people who guard the entrances will be besieged. Even if we¡¯re as strong as God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, it¡¯ll still put us in a very difficult position.¡± Elena gave an approving nod. ¡°I agree with Pasha. We¡¯ll be easily split up and surrounded. By then, we¡¯ll have nowhere to retreat. I bet it would be better for us to stay close together than separate. Let¡¯s gather at the center of the hall to guard the relic and the core. Once the Instrument of Divine Retribution is repaired, we¡¯ll all be able to stay alive.¡± ¡°I agree.¡± ¡°So do I.¡± ¡°At any rate, this sounds better than being bitten by a demonic beast from the back.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s do it.¡± Pasha swayed her tentacles. ¡°Abandon the bottom floor and focus on the defense of the magic core.¡± That meant they would have to confront the hybrid demonic beasts that swarmed in at the center of the hall. Without a doubt, there was going to be a fierce battle ahead of them. Fortunately, strong, gigantic Fearful Beasts of Hell and flying species that no defense could effectively ward off could not penetrate the maze; otherwise, the situation would be much worse. Pasha felt a little distressed. The number of the demonic beasts was astonishing, but they God¡¯s Punishment Witches were not possessed of incessant physical strength. If the Instrument of Divine Retribution could not be repaired in a short period of time, Pasha feared that they could not hold up for very long with so many monsters swarming in. If she had known this would happen, she should not have allowed Celine to continue with the test of the cores in the Months of Demons, at least not this most important one. An hour later, demonic beasts appeared at the bottom floor of the maze, and the battle officially began. All the witches fought at their best. Beyond a doubt, the result of this battle would determine whether human beings were able to survive. Pasha also joined the fight. She drew lava from the lava river and sprayed on demonic hybrids¡¯ heads. Scorching, slimy red water set the monsters¡¯ furs afire. Flames flared out. The air was heavy with a burning smell. In spite of this, the monsters still continued to swarm in and darted toward where the relic was located. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches soon formed a wall of flesh and blood to stop them. For God¡¯s Punishment Witches, as long as their skulls were not injured, they would never truly die. As such, the battle was a bitter one. Some witches were terribly bitten, but they still managed to chop off their enemies¡¯ legs and rip them open while struggling on the ground. Just at this critical moment, Celine¡¯s thrilled voice reached everybody. ¡°The core calculation is completed! The magic power mode has switched to the foreign species annihilation mode. The Instrument of Divine Retribution is ready to go!¡± ¡°Pasha, I¡¯ll take care of the matter here. You go activate it now!¡± Alethea ejected a mouthful of lava and forced one of the demonic beasts nearby to retreat. She rushed to the front to cover Pasha. Among all the survivors, Pasha¡¯s key was the biggest and strongest among the keys that could activate the instrument. It was second only to Lady Eleanor¡¯s. Pasha nailed her main tentacle into the slate and sprang up. In a second, she was next to the Instrument of Divine Retribution. She stuck out all her tentacles and tightly wrapped around the spindle-shaped core suspending in the air. Instantly, her magic power streamed from her body, and the gleam of the instrument frame started to become increasingly bright as well. Pasha could sense her magic power gradually condensed into a strange, semi-transparent polyhedron at the center of the spindle. The polyhedron looked very complicated, with numerous facets and edges, almost ineffable. Pasha realized that this was the core to annihilate foreign species. It worked the same way as the magic representation of Senior Witches, except it was much more powerful. When the ghostly black-blue light turned blinding pure white, the frame of the spindle opened abruptly and lit up the center of the hall, making it as bright as day! ¡°Right Now!¡± Celine yelled. Pasha ordered the other witches to apply their abilities. A pale blue lightwave immediately escaped from the core and rippled around the hall. Within a blink, the lightwave reached every corner of the hall! Chapter 728 Chapter 728: A Surprising Communication Translator: TransN Editor: Meh When the lightwave went through her body, Pasha felt a queer pulling force disquiet the little magic power left in her body, as though the magic power was going to be hauled away. The magic power deprivation only lasted for a few seconds before peace was restored. In the meantime, the hall also fell silent as the magic power was tranquilized. Through the short tentacles on her back, Pasha could see that the hybrid demonic beasts in the area reached by the lightwave all stiff like a statue as if they had been petrified. They then fell to the floor without uttering a sound. It was evidently the most efficient massacre. Nothing, not even soil, rocks or brick walls, could possibly stop the wrath of heaven from advancing. Pasha could imagine what the upper floor of the maze looked like even without actually seeing it. There should be piles of hybrid demonic beasts lying dead like swarms of insects. Their magic power, which was their lifeline, would disperse in no time. Without the support of magic power, their mutated bodies would immediately lose the ability to move. Of course, there would be a few less mutated ordinary demonic beasts with meager magic power surviving the slaughter, but these unintelligent monsters could no longer pose a threat to the relic. This time, Celine had finally managed to repair the instrument in a timely fashion. Pasha pulled out the tentacle breathlessly. She looked at Alethea and said, ¡°Go check the upper floor.¡± Then she came to Elena and asked, ¡°Are you holding up well?¡± Elena was covered with black and blue blood, half of her arm gone, her hair drenched in sweats as though she had just been dragged out of a river. ¡°I¡¯m fine. Everyone¡¯s alive.¡± Pasha breathed a long sigh of relief. Looking around, she saw the witches who were still able to move were in a defense mode with their shields in their hands. As to the exhausted ones, they all sprawled across the floor, in hopes of recovering their strength as soon as possible. Although they had just undergone a fierce battle, they did not look weary or despair by any means. Instead, they all grinned and waved at her, appearing to be pretty relaxed. Apparently, everybody shared the same thought. They viewed every battle as their last one. Even if they had to devote everything to Taquila, they did not regret a bit. The scene almost brought Pasha to tears. She felt a gust of warmth slowly crept into her heart like a hot spring. Every witch was equally important. Over the past 400 years, no new witches had joined them, and they had developed an inseparable bond among each other. Nothing could be better than hearing that everyone was alive. ¡°I have to change to a new body though.¡± Elena sighed. ¡°It took me a long time to find this one. I don¡¯t know if there will be any new bodies stronger and more good-looking than this one.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Pasha did not know whether to laugh or to cry. It was definitely not a good time to discuss this kind of matter. She tapped Elena¡¯s head with her tentacles. ¡°Anyone else needs to change their bodies?¡± ¡°Five or six, I reckon.¡± Elena counted with her fingers. ¡°Betty got her stomach cut in the battle, while Isa was burned by lava when she was covering Alethea. Her entire body was gone except the head. The others either lost an arm or a leg like me. They¡¯ve been transferred to reserve their souls.¡± ¡°So you decide to first pick a body you like before transferring?¡± ¡°Of course. As I can¡¯t feel anything now, I should at least pick a body that meets my taste,¡± Elena answered while twitching her mouth. She sheathed the bloodstained giant sword and carried it on her back, but she soon fell to the ground after stumbling a few paces. ¡°Gee, this damn body.¡± God¡¯s Punishment Warriors could not feel pains or get tired, but they knew when their bodies were shutting down. Even if they were spiritually animated, their bodies of flesh would become extremely weak as though it had got out of their control. ¡°Let me take you there.¡± Pasha scooped up Elena with her tentacles and strode to the chamber next to the hall. That was the room where all the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors from Hermes without a commander gathered, from whom the survived witches would choose their new bodies. ¡°I saw some good-looking ones among the new warriors.¡± ¡°Wow, you also care about that?¡± Elena studied Pasha with some interest. Pasha coughed. ¡°Don¡¯t you forget, I¡¯m also a witch like you.¡± After all the wounded received treatment, Alethea and Celine brought one piece of good news and one ill. The good news was that the demonic beasts in the maze were practically all dead and that all the flying species hovering outside had fled as well. Therefore, there would not be any attacks on a big scale in a short period of time. The bad news was that two parts of the Instrument of Divine Retribution broke down, which might be attributed to the hasty manner in which the new core had been constructed. In conclusion, they were not going to be shielded by the instrument in the following week. The bad news made Pasha uneasy. ¡°If an activation like the one today can bring damage to the core, then how is instrument supposed to cope with the activation done by the Chosen One? Does it mean that it can only be used once?¡± The more complicated the Key was, the broader the effective area of the wrath of heaven was. The effective area generated by Pasha¡¯s activation could only cover the whole maze, which was about a radius of several hundred meters, way too limited to defeat demons. By the time the instrument was filled with magic power, both she and the instrument would have been destroyed by a spear thrower. If the Chosen One activated it, however, she could spread the lightwave somewhere at least 10 miles away, making the Instrument of Divine Retribution the most powerful and lethal weapon against their enemies. Celine said drily with a look of resignation, ¡°we don¡¯t have good quality materials that could sustain magic power, save some fragile bone ware from the relic, so it¡¯s perfectly normal that they don¡¯t meet the core¡¯s standard. The instrument is, after all, the deities¡¯ product. If only the Quest Society still exists. We can use as many golds and silver as we want and don¡¯t have to mend it every time we use it.¡± ¡°Anyway, don¡¯t test it again this winter. I don¡¯t want to go through such drama every day.¡± Alethea complained. ¡°Well, we won¡¯t have such an opportunity anymore¡­ What?¡± Celine¡¯s words caught in her throat. ¡°Hang on.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Pasha asked. ¡°Look at the phantom instrument.¡± Celine glided to another smaller magic core with the help of her main tentacle attached to the roof. ¡°The sheen of the core has changed. The Five-Colored Stone is broken!¡± ¡°What?¡± Both Pasha and Alethea exclaimed with a start. A sense of evil forebodings prevailed them. Only when Phyllis had to contact the maze would she break the magic stone. It was very unlikely that she could find the Chosen One within merely a month or so. There were two possibilities: one was that Phyllis encountered some trouble and had no choice but to turn to the maze for help. The other was that¡­ the ring had been destroyed by somebody. Either was not considered to be good news. ¡°Can you locate her?¡± Alethea questioned in a low voice. Celine inserted her tentacles into the core. ¡°In the southwest direction, about¡­ She should be in the territory of the Kingdom of Graycastle, close to the entrance of the Fertile Plains.¡± Numberless thoughts flashed across Pasha¡¯s mind . ¡°The Western Region of Graycastle. It looks like that Phyllis has reached the destination of this trip. What could then force her to break the magic stone? Has she exposed herself by accident, or rather¡ªwitches in the new era keep a hostile attitude toward her? Can it be¡­ No, it can¡¯t be.¡± Pasha shook her head, trying to put these ideas behind. Most likely Phyllis had run into some difficulties. ¡°What are you going to do?¡± Alethea looked at her. Pasha said ponderously, ¡°turn on the phantom instrument a day later as planned.¡± This was the shortest time within which they could manage to have the instrument ready. If the Magic Stone was broken by somebody with malicious intent, they would probably be exposed to ordinary people earlier than they desired. Nevertheless, in any event, Pasha would not abandon Phyllis. They were the last surviving witches from Taquila, who shared the same fate and destiny. Chapter 729 Chapter 729: Recasting the Broken Sword Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°Welcome to the Witch Union.¡± Wendy unrolled the contracts on the desk and said to the witches from Wolfheart happily, ¡°sign after you read the pledge on the back of the contract and then you¡¯ll officially become a member of the union.¡± They should have gone through this procedure earlier had Princess Tilly not suggested a hunting contest. Wendy did not care about who the winner would be, but she had been concerned about whether all the preparation work for the hunting had been completed. On the very day of the contest, she had been restless. Every minute had been torturing for her. Due to her concerns, she complained to His Majesty for quite a while and the subsequent cannon exercise further postponed the matter. To her surprise, however, Annie, who was always the more self-controlled one, ventured to see her first. ¡°Wendy, don¡¯t you usually test our abilities first?¡± Amy asked. In the ten days after their group had arrived in Neverwinter, this airy, dainty little girl had won everybody¡¯s affections. Due to her innocent character, Amy soon established bonds with the other witches. She now felt very comfortable calling Wendy ¡°sister¡±. ¡°We normally test your ability after you sign the contract,¡± Wendy answered in a soft voice. ¡°If you have any questions or concerns regarding the terms of the contract, please don¡¯t hesitate to ask me now.¡± ¡°Alright!¡± Out of the four witches from Wolfheart, Amy was the only literate one. So Annie, Broken Sword, and Hero all sat around her to listen to the terms while exchanging their thoughts on the matter. Wendy studied the murmuring witches attentively. She recalled the day when she had signed her contract. At first, she had thought the terms were a little too generous to be true and they were very likely just an empty promise through which the Prince showcased his benevolence. The terms would probably be changed completely shortly afterward, or there would be another set of implied rules that actually regulated the witches¡¯ activities. But as she soon discovered, she had been totally wrong as the basic frame of the contract had gone through very few modifications in the past two years. Thinking back on it, Wendy believed that she had made the greatest decision in her entire life. ¡°Wow, one gold royal for us each month!¡± ¡°Can we buy whatever we want?¡± ¡°A paid vacation¡­ Is it true?¡± ¡°Witches are entitled to terminate the contract in the event that His Majesty fails to fulfill his obligations to provide safety, food or accommodations¡­ Is this really not a lie?¡± Wendy answered all their questions with a smile as they asked the questions that she had done so herself. She pretty much knew exactly when the four witches would utter an exclamation of surprise as she had been equally astonished by the contract when reading it for the first time. In granting the witches freedom and acknowledgment, His Majesty had given them what they desired most and the fate of the Witch Union had been intertwined with that of Roland Wimbledon¡¯s ever since. Wendy believed nobody in the union would ever abandon His Majesty, even in the event of a crisis in which Roland could no longer shelter or support them. Such a bond was not explicitly expressed in the contract, but was much stronger than any plain words or language could describe. However, she could also foresee that these thoughts and feelings of contentment would gradually diminish as newly awakened witches would have a completely different living environment. It would be a time where there was no threat from the church and no hostility from their relatives or their close family members. With that being the case, new witches would naturally feel less grateful for the new life than old witches did. Following the terms came the pledge and the signature line. There were no mandatory rules of any kind in the pledge. That part only stated that Roland and the Witch Union should act with honor and utmost good faith as it was totally voluntary to join the union. After the four witches read and signed the contract, Nightingale pinched Wendy to confirm to her that they had signed it with a genuine intention. ¡°Now, we¡¯re sisters.¡± She hugged everyone happily. The Witch Union now had four more members. ¡­ The ability test location was outside the Witch House and could be found at Leaf¡¯s ¡°Yard Forest.¡± Annie was the first to take the test and Wendy had learned a lot about her ability beforehand from Amy. Although Annie could increase the temperature, she could not create fire like Anna as only her palms turned warm. During the earlier stages after Annie had awakened, the best she could do was making an object as warm as a torch. After entering her adulthood and her ability had consolidated, she could heat up ironware until it glowed red. In addition to ironware, she could also melt lead and bronze. During the entire process, Annie looked upset. Wendy could tell that she did not have much confidence in her ability. Wendy fully understood why she felt this way because Annie had once been rejected by the Bloodfang Association. In fact, Wendy had seen many witches like Annie who seemed to only have ¡°useless¡± abilities. For example, Mystery Moon and Echo were once deemed ¡°useless¡±. Yet no matter how stupid their abilities appeared to be, they all eventually found a suitable position in Neverwinter and put their abilities to good use. ¡°A great ability.¡± Wendy encouraged her. ¡°The machining plant in the industrial zone would love to have you.¡± ¡°Re¡­really?¡± Annie replied in surprise, ¡°Even if I can only warm up my own palms?¡± ¡°Of course, and on top of that, the furnace area and chemistry lab would also be glad to have you. You¡¯ll certainly become a busy woman in the future.¡± Wendy wrote down several advisable positions on the notebook. As far as ability assessment was concerned, King Roland had a better insight into each witch¡¯s ability. Wendy knew she was not the perfect person to do the evaluation and often recorded her thoughts and ask His Majesty to review them. In this way, she could, little by little, improve herself and thus do a better job in the future. Her ability was not as powerful as most sisters and her grades were not the best either, and yet His Majesty entrusted the Witch Union to her. She dreaded failing him. Annie stepped aside, looking doubtful. The second one to take the test was Amy. Wendy felt reluctant to conduct a full assessment of her ability because Amy actually had to hurt herself in order to showcase her power even though self-healing sounded very appealing. The only good thing about Amy¡¯s ability was that Amy did not need to worry about the negative impact of magic power bite as she constantly received minor injuries and used her power all the time. After a brief interview, Wendy noted down the position of a healer. It appeared that Amy¡¯s ability could only be used for healing. The same applied to the third witch, Hero. Since she could only transfer diseases rather than offer treatment, the only place she could work at seemed to be the hospital. Wendy remembered that the so-called plague was caused by microscopic creatures and thought that Hero could potentially help Lily conduct research on microbiology. With this in mind, Wendy marked Hero¡¯s name with a circle. She believed once Hero received universal education and gained a basic understanding of Natural Science Theoretical Foundation, her ability might experience some changes. The last one was Broken Sword. Unlike the previous three witches, the silver-haired witch had never shown her ability to Yorko or Phyllis. With this being the case, Wendy had never heard anything about her power. ¡°You can go ahead now.¡± She nodded toward Broken Sword. Broken Sword took a deep breath and closed her eyes. As she summoned her magic power, her body started to glow and radiate. Soon she was surrounded by a blinding, flaring light. Wendy squinted her eyes and stepped back a few paces. Judging from Broken Sword¡¯s performance, Wendy judged that she was stronger than any of the other witches from Wolfheart. When the light dissipated, Wendy gasped. She could not believe her eyes. The silver-haired witch had vanished into the thin air. In the snow, where her feet had just been, stood a strange-looking sword. Chapter 730 Chapter 730: News from the Mountains Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°This is¡­ your ability?¡± It took Wendy quite a long time to recover from the shock. Annie answered, ¡°she can¡¯t hear you. After Broken Sword becomes a weapon, she¡¯ll be completely cut off from the outside world. Only when you hold her can she regain her senses through you.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t know it worked this way,¡± Wendy thought. She held up the hilt gently after a moment of hesitation. In a second, she sensed another mind in her head. The blade acted with her as one as if it had become a part of her body. Meanwhile, Wendy also felt her sight and hearing improved a lot. She was full of energy and strength. ¡°Wow, this is¡­¡± ¡°Co-existence.¡± Broken Sword¡¯s voice popped up in her head. ¡°When you hold me, you¡¯ll gain all the strength and senses I have.¡± There was a hint of regret in Broken Sword¡¯s voice at this moment. ¡°The sad thing is that I¡¯ve been always weak since I was a kid, so what I can give you is very limited. Even if I¡¯m fused with you, I can¡¯t be of much help.¡± Wendy now knew that it was Broken Sword¡¯s ability that made her feel powerful. Wendy held up the weapon and studied it carefully. The hilt felt warm and soft like a living thing. The shape of the blade appeared weird. It was at an arm¡¯s length but was as slim as a finger. The front part was flat and the part close to the hilt round. It looked more like a magnified needle than a sword. If taking a closer look, she could see dense stripe patterns on the blade, as though the sword were tied up with numerous fine threads. It reminded Wendy of Broken Sword¡¯s distinctive silver hair. ¡°How long can you maintain the sword shape?¡± ¡°If I don¡¯t constantly switch back and forth, I can be a sword as long as you like.¡± It seemed that Broken Sword¡¯s ability worked the same way as Maggie¡¯s. Only the transformation would consume a large amount of magic power. ¡°Maggie? Are you talking about that giant pigeon?¡± Wendy did not realize what had happened until a moment later. She was a little uneased to learn that Broken Sword could read her mind when they were combined together. There was always something she did not want anybody to know. ¡°You seemed to be a little perturbed¡­ What¡¯s this? A cloth strap?¡± ¡°Nothing.¡± Wendy put the blade back to the ground immediately and looked to Annie. ¡°Ahem, can anyone merge with Broken Sword?¡± Annie inclined her head. ¡°Technically, yes, as long as she¡¯s willing to accept that person, even if he¡¯s just an ordinary man. However, in that case, Broken Sword will simply act as an extremely sharp and deadly weapon. Only witches could demonstrate her real power.¡± ¡°Witches?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Annie seemed to perceive what Wendy was thinking and replied placidly, ¡°By the way, the connection between you and Broken Sword doesn¡¯t mean that she can read your mind. As long as you don¡¯t concentrate on your thought, Broken Sword won¡¯t know what you¡¯re thinking.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Wendy managed to calm herself down and once again reached the hilt. ¡°Did I say something that upset you? I¡¯m¡­ sorry. I won¡¯t recklessly ask you such questions again.¡± Broken¡¯s Sword anxious voice came to her head at once. ¡°No, nothing¡­¡± A question suddenly flashed across Wendy¡¯s mind. ¡°What will you see if I put you down without notifying you?¡± ¡°It¡¯ll be pitch-dark. I can neither hear anything nor sense anything like I¡¯m floating in the air.¡± ¡°It must be terrible to be deprived of all senses,¡± thought Wendy. At this thought, she tried to sound as friendly as possible. ¡°It¡¯s me that has to make an apology¡­ Don¡¯t worry. I won¡¯t abandon you at random anymore.¡± Broken Sword appeared to be struck. She responded a ¡°yes¡± in a soft voice at last after a long silence. ¡°Right. Annie just said that only witches can demonstrate your real power?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. If I just fight as a normal weapon, I¡¯ll also get hurt when the person using me strikes too many blows. But witches could sharpen the blade or expand its attacking range by filling it with magic power. In that case, I¡¯ll be able to stab enemies without even touching them.¡± Wendy started to apply her magic power to the blade as Broken Sword had instructed. The silver steel was instantly obscured by a thin layer of white light that stirred like milky fog. In the meantime, she felt the magic power in her body was decreasing rapidly. Apparently, she could not keep things going like this for very long. Urged by Broken Sword, Wendy swung the long sword at a branch of an olive tree. A gust of air streamed from the tip of the sword and cut the twig in half brusquely. ¡°This is¡­ wind?¡± Wendy asked in surprise. ¡°The magic power you put into the sword will more or less reflect your strength. I didn¡¯t expect you¡¯re a combat witch.¡± Broken Sword was also a little astounded. ¡°If Annie holds the sword, her power range won¡¯t exceed the length of the sword.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Wendy somehow thought of Anna¡¯s Blackfire. What would happen if Anna gave the sword a full swing with all her strength? It would probably be an earth-shattering explosion as intense as the Sigil of God¡¯s Will that summoned thunderbolts. Nevertheless, Anna was the most crucial witch in the union and also the beloved one of His Majesty¡¯s. It was very unlikely that she would partake in the war personally. As to the other combat witches¡­ Wendy contemplated for a while but could not find a perfect match. Therefore, she put a circle next to Broken Sword¡¯s name as well and decided to let His Majesty determine which one Broken Sword should pair with. *************** Roland put down the quill in his hand and stretched himself when he heard a high-pitched whistle from the dock. The whistle blew thrice, one long and two short. Its sound reverberated across the whole shipyard. That was the signal that commanded the army to get ready for the journey. After the preparation for the war was completed, the expedition corp of the First Army spent the whole morning boarding the boat. Accompanied by the roar of the whistle, the concrete boat carrying the first batch of soldiers departed the city of Neverwinter and officially commenced her voyage for Fallen Dragon Ridge. There would be more boats transporting supplies and ammunition later. Indeed, the battle to retrieve the Southernmost Region would not start until both new recruits and veterans assembled at Fallen Dragon Ridge. But at least, he had taken the first step. Roland glanced at his desk covered with draft plans of the internal combustion engine. As the second generation power source that had fully replaced steam engines, internal combustion engines had played an irreplaceable role in the development of industries. They had even, to some extents, changed the course of history. Whether it was the simplest piston compressor, the more complicated combustion turbine or the latest jet, they were all powered by internal combustion engines. Roland could confidently say that internal combustion engines had, at one time, dominated the entire industry, until they were later substituted by electric motors. Beyond a doubt, as one of the most significant machines in the history of time, internal combustion engines would definitely benefit Neverwinter a great deal in the near future. The oil project at Blackwater in the Southernmost Region was pivotal to the whole program. If they could, by any chance, extract fuel oil, the subsequent industrial development would be a matter of course. If they, unfortunately, could not, he would then have to consider alcohol as a substitute. In that case, the industrial expansion would be greatly limited even with advanced technologies. Just at that moment, Agatha pounded the door and entered the room. ¡°Your Majesty, Taquila¡¯s witches have gotten back to us.¡± Chapter 731 Chapter 731: The First Contact Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the center of the main hall, the phantom instrument had been completely laid out. With magic power filling it, its core gave off a somber and cold purple light. After the instrument had been activated, it would activate a light curtain thousands of kilometers away. Unfortunately, such an ability was way beyond the power of the witches. This was directly endowed by God. Pasha looked back and found that all of the blobs were hanging down and touching the ground. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches stood abreast the mounds with serious looks on their faces. The dead hybrid demonic beasts were deliberately placed on opposite sides and under the purple light, their light blue blood reflected fluorescent spots, it looked gloomy and terrifying. If a group of common people witnessed this, they would have been frightened by such a hellish scene. Pasha did not want things to turn out like this either. After the start of decomposition, the demonic beasts¡¯ remains were going to become sticky and disgusting, and difficult to clean up. Even though the God¡¯s Punishment Witches would be unable to smell it, she would sense it with her tentacles. Over 400 years, the hall had come to be their home and no one wanted to mess it up, but she had to prepare for the worst. That was to say, Phyllis ran into danger and the ring had been broken by someone else. If such a disaster really happened, it would be necessary to create the most horrific atmosphere to intimidate or even threaten those who might pose threats to her. The western region of Graycastle was near the entrance of the Fertile Plains, so each year many lost demonic beasts would attack it. Whoever put Phyllis in danger, whether it was witches or common people, would conclude from the stockpiled dead demonic beasts that they were very difficult to deal with. Only by making the other side clearly realize that the survivors of Taquila possessed great power, would they be able to bide time for a rescue. ¡°Activate the instrument,¡± Celine said, ¡°we need to figure out Phyllis¡¯ situation.¡± Pasha touched her main tentacles and gave an order to the instrument. Everyone immediately noticed the purple light dim as a huge purple curtain made of light enveloped the whole hall and an illusion of a scene appeared on the other side of the phantom instrument and in it the Five-Colored Stone had been broken into pieces. Pasha was stunned and puzzled. The place in the scene was not a murky dungeon, nor a remote wilderness, but an open and spacious hall. The hall was very bright and clear and a long wooden table stood in the center of it, topped by a white tablecloth that held flowers and teacups. There were no signs of fighting, so it looked like the place had been deliberately chosen to just destroy the Magic Stone. Phyllis was currently standing by a window as she chatted with another witch. She noticed the light curtain and turned around with a very surprised face as she asked, ¡°What happened? Was the hall attacked?¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Pasha didn¡¯t know how to respond at the moment. Phyllis¡¯ situation did not match her assumptions. Phyllis had not been attacked or tortured, and she wasn¡¯t even in danger. In fact, she was in higher spirits now than when she had departed. Looking carefully, Phyllis wasn¡¯t wearing that cheap and vulgar maid suit. Instead, she was wearing a fine fluffy cloak and against the gorgeous clothes, naturally, she had a good complexion. Everyone was as shocked as Pasha. They glanced around at one another, but no one opened their mouth to speak. Luckily, they became expressionless after they became blobs, otherwise, it would have been very embarrassing. ¡°Recently, the demonic beasts launched an attack, but the magic core and the relics of gods are safe and sound. We¡¯re also all alive, so don¡¯t worry.¡± As the most seasoned, Pasha was the first to regain her senses. She then added, ¡°But, the bodies are many and we haven¡¯t had enough time to clear them out.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Phyllis doubted. ¡°Of course, ahem¡­¡± Pasha waved her tentacles towards the God¡¯s Punishment Witches behind her for emphasis. ¡°Well, you continue to clean up the remains and remove them from the labyrinth before their fluids dry to the ground.¡± The witches, who stood abreast with their serious looks, appeared to be extremely disappointed. ¡°How can we throw away so many bodies?¡± ¡°It takes us the whole day to pile them up.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to touch those sticky and disgusting bodies.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right. Although we can¡¯t smell it, they look incredibly disgusting.¡± ¡°Stop complaining. Are you really willing to sleep with those bodies?¡± ¡°Can we throw them into the lava? At most, it¡¯ll only smoke like a fire.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t believe you! Do you want to turn the entire ruin into a chimney?¡± ¡°Pfft¡­¡± The blue-haired witch standing beside Phyllis couldn¡¯t keep from laughing. ¡°My guess is, they thought that you were in danger, so they arranged this scene to intimidate us.¡± Pasha found her voice somewhat familiar and when she looked at her carefully, her name suddenly came to her mind. ¡°Are you Agatha?¡± ¡°What?¡± Celine questioned in surprise. ¡°The youngest Senior Witch in history?¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible. She fell with Taquila, didn¡¯t she?¡± ¡°Even if she managed to escape from the Holy City, how could she still have the same appearance as she did over 400 years ago?¡± Both of the promoted people temporarily living in the meat lumps and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches made sounds of perplexity. ¡°She¡¯s indeed that senior witch,¡± Phyllis stated. ¡°After she had been attacked by the demons in the research tower of the Misty Forest, she used the multi-layered frozen coffin to completely freeze herself and it killed all of her pursuers at the same time. When the Witch Union discovered the stone tower ruins, she was rescued.¡± And, that was what had happened. As she heard this, Pasha felt instantly excited and an encouraging idea aroused from her deep heart. Phyllis had not fallen with Taquila and she quickly revealed her identity to the witches of Graycastle. Besides, she also encountered a promoted person from Taquila, so Phyllis must have a clear purpose to contact the maze. Perhaps, this Senior Witch would be the Chosen One they had been looking for. Upon hearing this, Phyllis gave them a look of embarrassment and she hesitated. She first glanced at Agatha before saying in a low voice, ¡°Could you give us a moment? It won¡¯t take long.¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°When you¡¯re done, I¡¯ll inform His Majesty.¡± Having finished, she turned around and left the hall. Then Phyllis took a deep breath and looked at Pasha again. ¡°I¡¯ve indeed found the Chosen One claimed by the Magic Stone, but he¡¯s different from the people in our plan.¡± ¡°Wait a moment, he?¡± Pasha was stunned. Before she could ask further about it, Phyllis began to tell her about her absurd experience. About how the witches could closely collaborate with common people. About the powerful army that defeated the church. About the powerful gunpowder weapons. And, the most incredible thing¡­ The Chosen One was one of the common people. Chapter 732 Chapter 732: An Ideal Beginning Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When Phyllis told them the news, all the witches in the hall were excited. ¡°How can common people contact God?¡± Alethea¡¯s voice was full of astonishment and incredulity. ¡°You must be wrong about that!¡± ¡°Are you sure that the orange beam of the light was from his body? Have all of the witches in the western region of Graycastle checked it?¡± Celine directly asked the key point. These two questions were the exact thoughts of everyone. ¡°I¡¯ve seen it personally. Besides, his Key is so much more complex than Pasha¡¯s requirements that the Five-Colored Stone can¡¯t contain the mountain-like orange light.¡± Phyllis uttered her words slowly, ¡°I couldn¡¯t believe it at the beginning either, but it¡¯s the truth.¡± ¡°Does he have magic power?¡± Pasha asked with the last shred of hope in her heart. ¡°It¡¯s a pity that he can¡¯t activate the Instrument of Divine Retribution.¡± It was a great surprise to find the Chosen One, who has such a sophisticated key, in such short time, but what Phyllis had said disappointed all of them. Now that the surprise unexpectedly arrived, no one would have predicted that the Chosen one had the key, but did not have magic power, a discovery that completely overturned their previous idea. Although the Chosen One had the Key, he could not connect to the core due to the absence of magic power, not even with the help of witches. They had fully proved in the Taquila age that common people could not endure the harm brought by magic power, even the tough ones could only sustain for about 30 minutes. They were unable to master the key points of using it. She had thought that Senior Witches were likely to become the Chosen One and that it would be easier to find dozens of eligible candidates in the age when the Union controlled the Fertile Plains. However, what worried her the most was that the news brought by Phyllis totally broke her illusions. There were over 10 higher ascendants living in the small city of Neverwinter. With such a surprising number of higher ascendants, the Witch Union was equivalent to some core organizations of the Union, such as the Quest Society and the Blessed Army that did not have more higher ascendants. Even so, Phyllis could not discover another Chosen One among them. There were two totally different ideas in her mind. One was that it had been easier to eliminate the demons and that they had missed the opportunity, for they discovered the ruin too late. The other one was that they, in fact, did not have access to their targets at all and that it totally was their one-sided will to execute the plan of the Chosen One. If those Senior Witches could not meet the requirements of the Chosen One, would they be right to follow Lady Natalia and to determinedly resist the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan of the Queen of Starfall City? Pasha felt terrified when thinking of this idea. She shook her head to calm the surging thoughts down and then asked, ¡°Did you mention that the king of the common people wants to cooperate with us?¡± ¡°He wants to know us and is willing to fight against the demons with us,¡± Phyllis said, ¡°but I¡¯ll only know the detailed requirements after a negotiation.¡± ¡°Do you think that he¡¯s capable of fighting against the demons?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure¡­ his weapons are astonishingly powerful, but I pitifully know little about that.¡± Phyllis hesitated for a while and comforted them, ¡°But Agatha is very sure about that. In her view, if Neverwinter is given two or three more years, it¡¯s very likely to confine the demons to the west of the Impassable Mountain Range.¡± ¡°What does she think of the relationship between us and Neverwinter?¡± Alethea asked in a deep voice. ¡°In Agatha¡¯s view, she¡¯s a witch of Taquila, but she¡¯ll work for Roland Wimbledon, the king in the secular world.¡± Phyllis paused and spoke out her thoughts of the New Union, ¡°She thinks that the most urgent mission at the moment is to defeat the demons. Additionally, all forces on the continent should be unified and fight together to face the third Battle of Divine Will.¡± ¡°Working for common people? Has she lost her mind?¡± Alethea shouted, ¡°Did she forget how we lost to the demons in the first Battle of Divine Will?¡± There was a discussion amongst the crowd. Almost all members of the Union must learn that period of history. There might be one extraordinary person amongst the common people, but as a whole, they had behaved badly. For example, they opened the city gate to surrender to the demons and they were all killed. The army of witches marched on from thousands of kilometers away to rescue them, but they were rejected outside the gate by the lord, who then witnessed those witches being killed by the demons. In many cases, common people were clambering to escape from the battlefield. Sometimes, a huge army had as many as 20,000 or 30,000 soldiers, but its fighting capacity was no better than that of a witch team with about 100 people. In some places, common people even utilized God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation against witches, which exacerbated the breakdown between them. If not so, the human beings would not have been forced to withdraw from the big Land of Dawn to the Fertile Plains. With such bad behavior and their struggle to get food and resources, it was quite reasonable for witches to completely replace the regime of common people. Seeing Alethea wriggling the whole body to express her dissatisfaction, Pasha had the same concerns in her heart. From the descriptions Phyllis gave, Roland Wimbledon, the king of Graycastle, was probably an extraordinary person, but he alone could not change the entirety of common people. If other kings committed stupid and rudimentary mistakes, which side would he back? If the war lasted for 20 or 30 years, would he be as determined and energized as he is now? Not all people would be willing to possess an empty body so as to lengthen their lives at the expense of senses. Even if he was willing to do it, would his offsprings agree with this in 40 or 50 years? Would they be willing to be heirs all of their lives? These were all the questions that Pasha needed to think about. Generally speaking, any cost would be worthwhile if they could defeat the demons. Both Alice and Natalia firmly believed that as long as the human beings and witches were alive, the witches would regain their glory one day, which was exactly the innate difference between God¡¯s Honors and common people. However, what she was concerned about was that even though they paid a price, would they still totally defeated? After all, they would not get another chance to try. ¡°Let¡¯s first talk with Roland,¡± Celine pressed on the indignant Alethea with her main tentacles. ¡°When I was in the Quest Society, I had dealings with Agatha. Though she was sympathetic to common people, she would think twice before an action. Additionally, given that we were planning to communicate with the kingdoms in the secular world, now that there is a king such as Roland who doesn¡¯t discriminate against witches and makes preparations for the Battle of Divine Will in advance, isn¡¯t this an ideal beginning for us?¡± ¡°I agree with you. We alone can¡¯t defeat the demons.¡± ¡°We can also expand our influence among all witch organizations with the help of common people.¡± ¡°What¡¯s more, he¡¯s helping to rope witches in¡­ so Phyllis is more likely to find another Chosen One.¡± ¡°I¡¯m curious about those gunpowder weapons. If we¡¯re equipped with them, will it be as easy for us to kill the demons as it is to kill demonic beasts?¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Witches talked it over with each other. ¡°Celine was right.¡± Pasha sighed and thought that since they had to collaborate with common people, such an open king like Roland, was the most suitable counterpart to discuss the matters with, regardless of the idea of the New Union. They could not decide their road afterwards until the discussion. Perhaps, Roland held the same thought. Thinking of this, she nodded her tentacles toward Phyllis and said, ¡°I know. Please let¡¯s talk to His Majesty Roland Wimbledon.¡± Chapter 733 Chapter 733: The Time Before the Past Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡­ When Roland stepped into the living room, his attention was suddenly drawn by the light curtain that sheltered half a wall. The edges of the light curtain exuded a flickering purple light as if a passageway connecting with different planes was dug through the wall. On the other side, the scene was quite dark, which looked like a huge hollow cavity under the ground. The reflections of the red river which flew in thin streams like cobwebs, lightened the rocky walls and the dome, vaguely showing the ancient ruin and its silhouette. Judging from the vivid visual effect, it should not be a built-up illusion, but a live broadcast transmitted from tens of hundreds of kilometers away. A giant sarcomatoid monster with its tentacles spreading was facing Roland. A strange voice sounded in Roland¡¯s head. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for keeping you waiting, my respected king of Graycastle, Your Majesty Roland Wimbledon. I¡¯m Pasha, one of the survivors of Taquila. I think you must¡¯ve heard of us from Phyllis.¡± ¡°Ah, this is what direct communication means.¡± Roland sat down facing the light curtain while being joined by Nightingale, Tilly, Agatha, Wendy and Scroll. ¡°It¡¯s good that you¡¯ve talked to each other, I don¡¯t have to introduce myself.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t seem to be surprised by my appearance at all.¡± Pasha was a little surprised. ¡°I thought it would take quite some time before you could accept the idea that I am indeed a witch.¡± ¡°Because I¡¯m really not a stranger to the sort of concepts such as appendages and prosthesis,¡± Roland thought to himself, but he said in a peaceful voice, ¡°With the Bloody Moon drawing near, time is precious for both of our sides. Rather than concealing from each other and suspecting each other, it¡¯s better that we just be honest with each other from the very beginning. Since you¡¯ve been the rulers of the continent, I guess you all agree with me?¡± Pasha was startled for a moment, then burst into a light laughter. ¡°Phyllis was right. You¡¯re indeed a rare and extraordinary person.¡± ¡°Only because I stand on the predecessors¡¯ shoulders,¡± Roland said with his hands laid out. ¡°Let¡¯s get to business. We have a common goal, and that is to fight against the demons. The purposes you sent Phyllis out with were, to search for the Chosen One and to communicate with the worldly kingdom, am I right?¡± ¡°Totally,¡± Pasha admitted frankly. ¡°At first we wanted to infiltrate secretly, then gradually recruit or control some common people to search for the Chosen One. But the failure of the church made us realize another way to success, which is to show ourselves above board and gather all the witches.¡± ¡°So you chose Graycastle as your destination?¡± ¡°According to the information that we collected, the Sleeping Island in Fjords possesses the hugest witch organization, the leader of which is your younger sister. Moreover, Graycastle is a big country which defeated the church, so choosing it as our first destination in search of the Chosen One was quite plausible. But I didn¡¯t expect that Phyllis would connect with you so soon and bring us an astonishing message. To be honest, I thought it¡¯d take us two to three years to achieve this.¡± ¡°Great. It seems we¡¯ve saved two to three years of precious time. Our meeting is worthy of being written into history for this accomplishment alone,¡± Roland said, smiling. ¡°It seems so,¡± Pasha also smiled and said, ¡°but the premises are that we defeat the demons and then live and prosper in the Land of Dawn.¡± ¡°Sure, as long as the commoners and witches could drop the misunderstandings and cooperate hand in hand, demons aren¡¯t an indestructible enemy.¡± Roland paused and said, ¡°I could also help you in your search for the Chosen One. After all, it¡¯s not a bad thing to have one more powerful weapon to compete with the demons, but our cooperation must rest on mutual understandings. What do you think?¡± ¡°Agreed.¡± The tentacles on Pasha¡¯s body waved tidily. ¡°If there is anything you want to know, please just ask, Your Majesty.¡± Roland turned around, looked at Tilly and all the other witches, then said slowly, ¡°After hearing about the buried history, my biggest confusion is, what on earth did you find in the ruin? For that, Taquila took on the huge cost of breaking with Starfall City, which then led to the collapse of the Union.¡± This was also one of the key reasons why Roland decided to actively contact the survivors. The technique of Soul Transfer was something that even modern science and technology could not tackle. The Instrument of Divine Retribution which the witches believed could replace the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan and thoroughly destruct the demons, must be extraordinary. He would not blindly believe the scientific and technological knowledge he possessed was perfect. Drawing on each other¡¯s merits and raising the level together was common sense to modern people. As a matter of fact, he had always wanted to combine this seemingly omnipotent magic power with science and technology. When he saw the witch precisely transmit live images onto the western region castle with the aid of the objects taken from the ancient ruin, he was determined that this meeting was absolutely necessary. There was no doubt that this must be beyond the witches ability limit. ¡°Pasha!¡± ¡°Are you sure you want to tell him all about it?¡± ¡°That¡¯s God¡¯s secret!¡± ¡°We made a big sacrifice to¡­¡± Instantly, several voices full of worries or dissatisfaction rushed through his mind. Roland then realized that many other Taquila witches were also witnessing this meeting. ¡°It¡¯s exactly because we¡¯ve made a big sacrifice¡­ We shouldn¡¯t do that in vain.¡± Pasha interrupted the crowd¡¯s discussion. ¡°If we can¡¯t withstand the demons massive invasion, do you wish for us to bring this secret to the grave, like those tombstones we found?¡± Her loud retort quietened the crowd. It was probably because she made a crucial point, nobody else stood out to object to her anymore. This reaction drew Roland¡¯s attention. ¡°It seems that what Phyllis said about the survivors was mostly true. They have, to some extent, eliminated the influence of class and status, otherwise, they wouldn¡¯t have argued about such a major issue on the spot. But generally speaking, Pasha remains of relatively high prestige among them.¡± ¡°Sorry, this information is indeed of vital importance¡­¡± Pasha¡¯s tentacles drooped toward the living room as though they were expressing an apology. ¡°Under these circumstances, it can¡¯t remain a secret anymore. At least not between each other.¡± After a moment¡¯s silence, she added, ¡°To be precise, it wasn¡¯t that we found the ruin, but it was the ruin which reached out to us.¡± Roland frowned, ¡°It reached out to Taquila?¡± ¡°Not Taquila, but a time prior to ours¡­ approximately not long after the beginning of the first Battle of Divine Will.¡± ¡°By ¡®us¡¯, does Pasha mean the entire human race?¡± Somehow, Roland felt a chill spreading from under his feet. ¡°That was almost 800 years ago.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true. Unfortunately, we didn¡¯t get its meaning then.¡± Pasha sighed. ¡°What reached out to us was a civilization. One that had disappeared underground.¡± Chapter 734 Chapter 734: The Root of the Divergence Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Underground¡­ civilization?¡± Roland could not help but think of the turnoffs on the North Slope Mine and the cluster of grottos running through the Impassable Mountain Range¡­ In his memory, no geological movement could create such unique landforms. At first, he thought that they were created by some sort of mutant hybrid demonic beasts. But according to what Pasha said, maybe they were traces left by the underground civilization? ¡°At that time, people didn¡¯t realize it, nor did they intend to communicate with it. Our forms were so different that we even considered them as a new type of demon, which was why there was a huge deviation on the recorded history. It wasn¡¯t until the final phase of the second Battle of Divine Will that there was a breakthrough discovery.¡± Pasha¡¯s voice was low and deep. ¡°By then, Taquila was the only city left of the three holy cities. The Union had reached a vital moment of survival or extinction.¡± ¡°What do you mean by a breakthrough discovery?¡± ¡°With the help of the remaining lithograph, the Quest Society figured out the way to store souls and verified it on an unhatched original carrier. Since then, the Three Chiefs embarked on the research for the transformation of the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± ¡°I know nothing about that¡­¡± Agatha said surprisingly. ¡°Soul Transfer was the top secret of the Union. Its classification was even two levels higher than that of the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan in which witches were used as the experiment mice. At that time, only the Three Chiefs and a few senior officials knew of it,¡± Pasha replied. ¡°I only learned this astonishing information with the fall of Taquila.¡± ¡°So Natalia supported the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan in the beginning?¡± Roland asked, frowning. ¡°What¡¯s an original carrier?¡± ¡°Because she was left with no choice. As to the latter¡­ it¡¯s what we look like right now.¡± Her tentacles drooped more and her body got closer to the light curtain. ¡°My weird, ugly shell is the evidence that the underground civilization existed. It¡¯s the only tombstone that it left. It¡¯s a long story. Your Majesty, please allow me to slowly tell you.¡± Roland nodded, poured himself a glass of Chaos Drink, leaned back in the chair and began to sense the consciousness transmitted from Pasha. ¡°According to the clues on the lithograph, the evanescent civilization left a city in the Impassable Mountain Range. The Quest Society searched for a long time without gaining anything. Then one day it occurred to them that since this civilization was used to moving underground, could this city be built underground as well?¡± ¡°After extending the search area, the witches finally found this magnificent city. It consisted of four layers with an area of about half the size of Taquila. On each layer there were countless turnoffs and hollow cavities, which were as complex as a maze. Without the guidance of a witch who could sense directions, one could easily get lost and never get out. For this reason, the Quest Society also called it the maze ruin.¡± ¡°Unfortunately before the Quest Society could carefully explore it, Taquila was occupied by the demons. Everybody had to escape from home. After paying a heavy price, we finally arrived at the maze. According to our plan, the Union would take away the original carrier stored in the maze, leave for the Hermes Plateau, and then build a new Holy City to restore orders at the east coast of the continent.¡± ¡°But no one would¡¯ve guessed what would happen next.¡± Pasha paused and the scales on her body dimmed. Even without looking at her facial expression, Roland could sense the grief in her heart. After quite a while, she resumed transmitting. ¡°Although it was after an interval, the Quest Society found the maze ruin that had been preserved in good condition. One can even say that it was an entirely new city. Besides the original carrier, the bottom layer of the ruin stored many unconceivable secrets, the most important three of which were the magic core, the central carrier, and the record of the evanescent civilization. Afterwards, the idea came to our minds that as early as the first Battle of Divine Will, the underground civilization had intended to lead us here.¡± Pasha inhaled deeply. ¡°The maze ruin was prepared for us.¡± ¡°What for?¡± Tilly could not help but ask. ¡°For revenge.¡± Another voice appeared in everybody¡¯s head. Compared with Pasha, this witch¡¯s tone was much colder. ¡°It hoped that we could destroy the demons and take revenge for its clan¡¯s extinction.¡± ¡°It¡¯s only Lady Natalia¡¯s speculation. It wasn¡¯t recorded in the document.¡± Pasha waved her tentacles like shaking a head. ¡°It could be that they simply wanted their civilization to be passed down. Anyway, from the remaining record, the Quest Society retrieved many research materials related to God¡¯s will and magic power. In order for us to understand the details, most of its conclusions were expressed in lithographs.¡± ¡°And the record about the magic core is the very root of the divergence between the Queen of Sunchaser and the Queen of Starfall City. One of the most important messages in the lithographs is, ¡®magic power offers infinite possibilities and the pursuit of God¡¯s will is the ladder to mastering magic power¡¯.¡± Roland sensed the key point coming. ¡°What¡¯s the magic core? Does it have anything to do with the Instrument of Divine Retribution?¡± ¡°You can take the core as an artificial Magic Cyclone. It¡¯s not confined to a witch¡¯s body and can adjust its forms at any time. This bizarre device almost overturned the Union¡¯s knowledge system.¡± Using one of her tentacles to point at the light curtain, Pasha said, ¡°For example, the phantom instrument we¡¯re using for our communication is a minor scaled magic core. When necessary, it can be converted into other instruments. As to the Instrument of Divine Retribution, it¡¯s the biggest magic core in the ruin.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Roland instantly realized the superiority of this instrument. Compared with the witches abilities which were inherently unchangeable, the magic core was virtually a universal terminal. Most of all, its effective distance far exceeded the five-meter limit. Either for production or for military use, it was way more powerful than the witches. ¡°But it¡¯s just the primary usage of the magic power. Just as the relationship between the original awakening and the high evolution, the lithograph predicted that with the deepening of the development of magic power, one day we could finally be equivalent to God¡­¡± Pasha said with a sense of loss as if she was not saying something significant. Instead, she sounded like someone who had lost their way. Roland realized the point of her last words. ¡°But you ran out of time.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right. At first, we didn¡¯t know how long it would take for that day to arrive. It could take a century or a millennium. In order to approach the magic core, several Quest Society members had lost their lives. Obviously, witches can¡¯t touch those bizarre instruments. We wanted to solve the problem, but didn¡¯t know how to do it, so our exploration came to a dead end. The lithograph could only show very limited information. If we were to carry out our research, we had to follow their instructions. Only when there were enough people integrated with the central carrier, could we comprehend their language so as to further read their more profound documents and records.¡± ¡°But we didn¡¯t have enough time. We¡¯d spent three years figuring these things out. Many common people who had joined us earlier tried to get rid of our control and knowing how many witches were needed to integrate with the carrier remained unknown. But at that time, our resources could only sustain one attempt of research. If it went on like this, the great plan of the Union to restore order would have lost its foundation.¡± ¡°The most important thing is that Lady Alice¡¯s plan of the God¡¯s Punishment Army has an irreconcilable conflict with the concept recorded in the underground civilization¡¯s documents. If a witch abandons her body to become a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, she¡¯ll not only lose the chance to be promoted,¡± Pasha paused, then said, ¡°but also lose God¡¯s Will forever.¡± Chapter 735 Chapter 735: Legacy of the Civilization Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Roland could easily guess what had happened next. After knowing that God¡¯s Punishment Army was not the only way to compete with demons on the battlefields any more, the Taquila survivors who didn¡¯t want to reduce their own kind to the materials for shells must have caused a great conflict with Alice. Given that, the Battle of Faiths recorded in the written history of the the church probably is just a story made up to cover the truth of this dispute. As for the root of this disagreement, it did not just lie in the difference between the faith in God¡¯s Punishment Army and that in the Chosen One. At that moment, all the leaders of the Union must have been very clear that neither of the choices was able to guarantee their victory in the war against demons. According to Phyllis, the plan proposed by the Queen of Starfall City to have God¡¯s Punishment Army rest in an everlasting sleep would indeed create 3,000 to 4,000 powerful, experienced extraordinary warriors before the third Battle of Divine Will, but the survivors of the Union had also noticed a fatal defect in this plan. As souls needed lots of time to adapt to their shells, once this army suffered an inevitable loss during the wartime, it would be impossible for the Union to replace casualties with new warriors in a short time. As a result, this army might only be able to block demons for a decade, or even, by any chance, retrieve the ruined Holy City of Taquila, but they could never recapture the whole Land of Dawn. As for the choice to search for the Chosen One, they had thought it as an even more risky plan because of its extremely slim chance of success. However, they had also seen the benefit of it. If they found the one, human beings would be able to win the war at little cost and would even get closer to the deities based on the records on the lithograph. For the survivors of the Union, searching for the Chosen One meant betting on the future while the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan the present. ¡°What about the result? Did you defeat the Starfall City?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Taquila was not the final winner. No one would be in this conflict. When both sides lose their Transcendents, Lady Eleanor stood out to stop this internal disaccord and integrated herself into the central carrier. She was the first witch merging with it.¡± Shocked, Agatha asked, ¡°You mean, in the ruins of the maze, all the Three Chiefs were¡­¡± Pasha said plaintively, ¡°Yes, the Union lost all the three Transcendents in this internal struggle. It was also the end of the Three Chiefs system. As a result, the ruins of the maze became an indispensable part of the Union. Both sides decided to stop fighting and then reached an agreement through negotiation. As agreed, the survivors of Taquila stayed in the ruins studying the magic core and those of the Starfall City went to Hermes and built a new Holy City there. Due to the limited number of the original carriers, the survivors of the Starfall City also agreed to offer us a certain number of empty shells in the next 100 years. ¡± ¡°We also agreed that if we failed to make a breakthrough in the Chosen One plan or found no leads of her, they would have the right to take back all the research results in the ruins, including the soul containers and the original carriers. They claimed that by then they would come with their God¡¯s Punishment Warriors and that if we broke the agreement, they would never compromise again.¡± Notice something was wrong here, Roland interrupted, ¡°wait¡­ After 100 years, the church didn¡¯t come to you, did they?¡± Based on what he knew, in the past hundreds of years, the witches of Taquila had hid underground and never had a say in the world. Meanwhile all the church¡¯s God¡¯s Punishment Warriors had been soulless. Despite the defect in the warriors, the church still greatly outnumbered the Taquila witches, yet it had never sent any troops to the ruins of the maze. Roland wondered whether the church people had totally forgotten about this agreement. Pasha sighed. ¡°For a long time we were unable to know what was going on in Hermes or any other things that happened outside the ruins of the maze since the original carriers could not be exposed to the sun and the witches who transferred their souls into new bodies needed a long time to adapt to them. When we were able to go outside, we were surprised to discover that they didn¡¯t follow lady Alice¡¯s will when building the new order.¡± Agatha said through her teeth, ¡°I knew that! I knew lady Alice would never create such rules. As compared to her plan of God¡¯s Punishment Army, what the church did was destroying the foundation of the witches!¡± All the Taquila survivors agreed with her at once. Roland waited until they calmed down and changed the subject. ¡°What¡¯s a central carrier? Is it different from the original carriers?¡± Another voice started to explain, ¡°They¡¯re all shells. As the living beings of the underground civilization were extremely fragile, they had to live in shells. These things were immortal, but we can¡¯t find any detailed information about where they came from in the documents left in the ruins. Based on what we know now, the original carriers are the most common shells, whereas the central carrier which looks similar to them stores many unconscious memories. You can consider it as an original carrier which had been used for many years but had no self-awareness. We need to integrate all the memories into it to understand the remaining documented experiement records in the ruins.¡± She sounded soft and elegant, different from Pasha and the angry witch. Listening to this voice, Roland quickly pictured in his head an academic woman who had a long thick braid and wore a pair of black-framed round glasses. He said to her, ¡°Thank you for explaining this to me, you¡¯re¡­¡± ¡°My name is Celine, Your Majesty. I was a member of the Quest Society and used to work with Agatha.¡± Agatha got closer to him and whispered in his ear, ¡°I¡¯m not familiar with her. We worked in the same research tower but on different floors. I heard that she was a quiet girl, but every time when it came to magic power, she would become passionate, acting like a totally different person.¡± Hearing this, Roland thought, ¡°Only someone like this woman would become a faithful follower of Natalia.¡± He cleared his throat and asked her another question, ¡°So, are the witches who merged with the central carrier still alive?¡± Celine replied, ¡°not really. Apart from the dozen witches who severely injured in the internal battle, there was another thirty-six of us who volunteered to follow lady Eleanor to merge with it. Not everyone was willing to turn into such a monster or spend the rest of her life trapped in a body that can¡¯t feel anything. Their sacrifice finally activated the central carrier, but unfortunately, it can only say yes or no in a dialogue but can¡¯t make a normal conversation.¡± Roland was intrigued at once. ¡°It can answer yes or no to any question?¡± Celine also grew a little more excited. ¡°It only answers a question it understands and it¡¯ll respond more quickly if you specify your question. It enables us to mend or adjust the magic core. It¡¯s essentially a combination of all the Taquila witches¡¯ willpower. The more witches merge with it, the faster its reaction is. For us, to accompany Lady Eleanor was the last we can do to contribute to the search for the magic power.¡± Meanwhile, Roland was excited about something else. ¡°Doesn¡¯t the mechanism of input and feedback sound like a primary bio-computer system? If I set all the conditions, will the central carrier be able to solve an equation or complete some complex calculations by itself? I really want to take this thing to Neverwinter and thoroughly study it here!¡± Knowing that it was not the time to make such a request, he decided to put those thoughts aside at this moment and express his wish in future negotiations. He drank all the Chaos Drink in his cup and said, ¡°I see. Now I¡¯ve got a basic understanding of your situation, but I still have one question. You, the church and those ancient books have repeatedly mentioned the Divine Will, and I heard that one could even feel the existence of the deities in a secret chamber exclusive for the Pope on the top floor of a secret temple under the Hermes Plateau. Could you tell me what the Divine Will is? ¡± Chapter 736 Chapter 736: The Giant Paintings and the Divine Will Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Pasha was astonished at Roland¡¯s question for a moment and then said, ¡°Phyllis is right. You do know lots about us. As for the Divine Will, we didn¡¯t know much about it until the fall of Taquila, so it¡¯s impossible for you to get this information from Agatha.¡± Roland put on some airs by propping his chin with interlaced fingers and said, ¡°Don¡¯t forget it, the church was defeated by me. All the Pure Witches who held management positions in the Holy City of Hermes now are imprisoned in Neverwinter.¡± ¡°I see.¡± With these words, Pasha became silent, as if she were looking at Roland carefully. Even though she had no eyes, he could still felt her gaze. After a long time, Pasha¡¯s voice appeared in his head again. ¡°I can tell you what the Divine Will is, but you have to promise you¡¯ll keep this secret forever and so do the others in this meeting. If people are running after or protecting something intangible, they won¡¯t easily fall into despair, but when this something becomes tangible, they¡¯ll probably get stressed out. I mean if this information is leaked out, it¡¯ll do no good to human beings.¡± Roland made an eye contact with all his witches to confirm that they would keep this secret and then asked in a deep voice, ¡°So that¡¯s to say, the Divine Will is something tangible?¡± Pasha slowed down, as if she was talking while recalling. ¡°Yes, it looks like a transparent God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, shaped like a spindle apparatus, but it can¡¯t affect the use of magic power or has any other special function. As long as you open your heart near it, you¡¯ll truly feel the call of the deities and see something incredible.¡± ¡°Like what?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll see an infinitely spacious hall with the Bloody Moon high above your head and four giant paintings around you. The paintings seem to be alive and change all the time¡­¡± The ancient witch described the illusion created by the Divine Will in detail. Tilly could not help asking, ¡°What do those paintings stand for?¡± Hearing this question, all of them held their breath waiting for the answer. Pasha¡¯s tentacles stood up at once. ¡°This question baffled the people for nearly 1,000 years. The Quest Society kept on looking for the answer but failed. We had no idea about it either until we decoded the contents in the documented records in the ruins of ruins. The four paintings the deities showed us respectively represent the mankind, the demons, some unknown enemy and the underground civilization. The shape of the Divine Will corroborates this speculation, as it¡¯s not a complete spindle apparatus but a quarter of a sphere which we called the relic of the deities.¡± Roland knitted his eyebrows. ¡°Four Giant Paintings and a quarter of the relic of deities¡­ Do you mean every civilization pictured in the paintings has a relic like this?¡± ¡°Not everyone. The underground civilization lost its part of the Divine Will. As a result, one of the paintings showed by the deities is always black. It turned black right after the end of the first Battle of Divine Will. According to the documented records in the ruin of the maze and those in the ancient documents of the Union, we surmise that the underground civilization is already removed from the Battle of Divine Will forever.¡± Gooseprickles crawled up everyone¡¯s arms when they heard Pasha¡¯s answer. They were shocked to learn that all the civilizations had fought for hundreds of years just for some relic, and more importantly, for each civilization, losing its part of relic would mean losing everything. Hearing such a shocking news, Roland knitted his eyebrows even more tightly together. As compared to some unknown enemy in this war, what he cared more about was who had set up the whole thing. He wondered, ¡°is it merely an accident or carefully arranged. Did it happen randomly or due to human being¡¯s doomed fate? What¡¯s the purpose of leaving behind this relic? Does it have anything to do with the Bloody Moon which emerges periodically? More importantly, did the Taquila survivors understand these things correctly?¡± He was lost in thought and meanwhile felt he caught a vague clue¡­ He thought,¡±What if I replace the word ¡®deities¡¯ in this story with something else?¡± When he was absorbed in thought, Tilly asked, ¡°If we collect all of the four parts of the relic, what will happen? Didn¡¯t the deities give you any guidance?¡± Pasha calmly replied, ¡°No one knows the answer, and the deities have never responded to our calls. The deities don¡¯t love people. They only favor the winner.¡± Wendy exclaimed in disbelief, ¡°How come¡­ we¡¯ve fought for hundreds of years just because of a useless stone? The Divine Will is¡­ so cruel.¡± The ancient witch tried to comfort her. ¡°So it appears. I hope these words in the documented records in the ruins of the maze will solve your question, although they are quite hard to understand. ¡®All of us are the deities¡¯ children, but only a few of us will be able to see the dawn. Since we sensed magic power, we¡¯ve been destined to lead a life uncommon. This competition has lasted for a long period of time. We are already one-in-a-thousand elite. Birds weren¡¯t birds, and we weren¡¯t us. Fighting makes things thrive, and competition makes living beings eternal.''¡± Something flashed across Roland¡¯s mind like a bolt of lightning. He abruptly interrupted, ¡®What did you say?¡± ¡°All of us are the deities¡¯ children?¡± ¡°No, something after this.¡± Scroll replied, ¡°¡®this competition has lasted for a long period of time. We are already one-in-a-thousand elite.¡¯ Your Majesty, I¡¯ve memorized all of it.¡± What does that sound like? This thing described by the underground civilization resembles the process of evolution! From barbaric period to civilized age, every civilization that exists now has defeated numerous opponents during its development course. And all the four different civilizations we know have a thing in common, which is they all know how to use magic power. Among human beings, witches are the ones who can use this kind of power, and demons and the underground civilization seem to be even better at controlling it. Given that, the other unknown enemy must also be able to use it. If that¡¯s true, everything will be consistent with the underground civilization¡¯s description. The ¡°children¡± in the sentence ¡°All of us are the deities¡¯ children¡± probably refers to the species who were gifted to manipulate magic power. In this way, the Battles of Divine Will aren¡¯t caused by the deities¡¯ relic. Instead, they are just a means of accelerating evolution or the basic rules of this magic world. This also corroborates the underground civilization¡¯s conclusion that elevating magic power is the way to get closer to the deities. Pasha¡¯s voice reverberated across Roland¡¯s head. ¡°Your Majesty, are you all right? I feel your mind is a little out of order.¡± ¡°Oh? Are you able to see what I¡¯m thinking?¡± ¡°No, I can only know what you are thinking when you are ready to communicate with me through your mind. For example, now I¡¯m willing to talk with you through my mind, so you are able to hear what I¡¯m thinking.¡± Pasha paused for a while and asked, ¡°It¡¯ll be more efficient to communicate that way. Do you want to give it try?¡± Roland shook his head, smiling. ¡°No, I prefer to express myself using my throat and my tongue. As for the confusion¡­ I just thought of something interesting. But relax, it won¡¯t affect our communication.¡± Thinking that sometimes rules were just rules and there might not be a reason for them, he felt it was acceptable to consider them as something created by the deities. As far as he knew, the origin of life and the Cambrian explosion on earth were also puzzling things. Life is said to form out of lightning and boiling water where organic molecules constantly collided, merged and split and then formed a molecular chain which could reproduce itself. The chance of that is as slim as that of a hurricane assembling a Benz sports car by whirling lots of metal parts into the air. As for the Cambrian explosion, it was even more mysterious. A sea which only had had some simple creatures such as algae and mollusc for several hundred million years seemed to be filled with various kinds of animals overnight. In a short span of time in the Cambrian period, most major animal phyla of the earth appeared in a sudden. No matter how living beings on the earth evolved in the following years, they can all be traced back to their origins that formed in this period of time. As these two great changes which gave a strong impetus to the species evolution on the earth are both events of extremely low probability, some people attribute them to some mysterious power beyond description. They believe that it¡¯s an invisible hand that pushed the world on the earth to develop into what it¡¯s like today. What about this strange magic world? Does such power really exist in here? Chapter 737 Chapter 737: The Leader Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Roland was clear that it was nothing but his own speculation. I can¡¯t jump to a conclusion based solely on the documentation of the underground civilization since their contents still need further verification. For example, the underground civilization thought that they successfully survived a series of competition, but what about their opponents who probably were also able to use magic power? Where did they leave their traces? What about human beings? Did witches first appear before the first Battle of Divine Will¡ª or rather, was the mankind gifted with the sense of magic when they were still primates or even at the beginning of the Mammalian age? Maybe, human beings in this world didn¡¯t go through such a long process of evolution at all. Could they directly become what they are now through mutation after gaining a victory? He was afraid that to answer these questions, he would need a great number of outstanding explorers like Thunder. As compared to those researches, his top priority still remained to be human survival, but he believed that it was just a matter of time for him to find out the answers. He looked at Pasha, asking, ¡°Before you moved this part of relic underground, had it been kept by the church¡­ no, I mean the Starfall City all the time?¡± Now that he knew the importance of the relic, he started to care about its safety. ¡°Yes. Due to the existence of the giant paintings, burying it underground can¡¯t prevent the Divine Will. Therefore, it¡¯s always kept by the most powerful witch organization. During the Months of Demons when magic power reaches its peak, demonic beasts will come for it. That was why they launched frenzied attacks at Hermes during those months before.¡± With these words, Pasha moved her giant body away, revealing the scene behind her. Two piles of dead bodies of demonic beasts stood there with light blue blood dripping down and flowing all over the ground. Pasha continued, ¡°After we knew the Starfall City had suffered a serious setback, we took back the relic as soon as we could. Now it¡¯s very safe in our hands.¡± Wendy gasped at the sight. ¡°How did you kill that many hybrid demonic beasts?¡± ¡°The Instrument of Divine Retribution can deprive the targets of their magic power, and these monsters will die soon without the power in their bodies.¡± Pasha briefly described how this instrument worked and continued. ¡°But it¡¯ll only become a mighty weapon when it¡¯s activated by the Chosen One.¡± Roland caught the keyword immediately. ¡°Deprive them of their magic power? So does it mean that it¡¯ll do no harm to normal animals? Can God¡¯s Stones influence the instrument?¡± ¡°No, it directly affects magic power, and God¡¯s Stones can¡¯t do anything about it at all.¡± Learning that this instrument could affect an area within a radius of over 5,000 miles without causing any side effects to living beings without magic power, Roland had to admit it was really an environmentally friendly weapon. Unfortunately, however, its start-up requirement seemed too harsh. He wondered whether the underground civilization had really tested this instrument¡¯s power or not. ¡°Maybe they¡¯ve just done it in theory? Otherwise, they wouldn¡¯t end up losing its relic in the war. Wait, did they create something they couldn¡¯t use? This kind of absurd things will only happen in this strange magic world.¡± Thinking that the underground civilization had an advanced magic theory and demons were able to cultivate various kinds of abilities, he realized human beings seemed to have no advantage in manipulating magic power at all. The witches were not a stable group. Their awakenings happened randomly among people and their abilities were hard to predict and control. Given that, he believed they still need a long time to evolve, but now there was not much time left for human beings. Roland suspected that by the time the Taquila witches found the Chosen One, Neverwinter¡¯s armies equipped with advanced steel weapons had already gained an upper hand in the war against demons. Despite all those thoughts, he would never try to deny the existence of magic power in this world. He decided to carry out research on both science and magic power at the same time. In this way, the new findings of magic power would increase their productivity. In the meantime, the development of productivity would generate more resources for the studies on magic power. He believed all research projects could be successfully carried out as long as there was plenty of money and manpower, including the one on magic power. Now that he knew the basic situation of the Taquila survivors, he thought it was time to negotiate with them. He said, ¡°Pasha, thank you for telling me your situation and research results. As demons are obviously our common enemy, we should work together and pool our resources to fight against them. How about we building a united front of Divine Will to further our cooperation and coordination?¡± Pasha tapped with her tentacles. ¡°I agree. We only hope Your Majesty will continue your policy to gather more witches. All the Taquila witches want is to find the Chosen One among them. We¡¯ll send another God¡¯s Punishment Witch to bring you a new Five-Colored Stone.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll continue the policy anyway. Even if you don¡¯t say that, I¡¯m still going to expand the witch organization in my kingdom, but¡­¡± He paused for a while. ¡°I think you¡¯d better move to another place, such as the western mountains near Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Before Pasha gave her answer, all the witches in the reception hall stirred. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± ¡°What about demonic beasts?¡± At this moment, all the witches were staring at him. Some seemed worried and some nervous. Only Agatha gave him an approving look as if she had known that he was going to make such a request. Roland surveyed them and signal the witches to calm down and relax. After that, he turned to look at Pasha on the light curtain again and said, ¡°To be honest, I can¡¯t agree with your plan to protect the relic on your own. Once you lose it, all human beings¡¯ efforts will be wasted. Demonic beasts aren¡¯t tough enemies, but without the defensive line in Hermes, are you sure you can protect the relic when demons launch a surprise attack on you?¡± Having heard that the underground civilization diminished probably because they lost its part of the relic, he thought it was better to put this thing under his own protection or somewhere near him. He would feel better if he would be able to send an army to support them immediately when they were attacked. Celine seemed to be disagreeable. ¡°As long as we change the annihilation core, demons will become easy targets as demonic beasts.¡± ¡°No, they won¡¯t. Demons are way more powerful and intelligent than demonic hybrids. I can tell from the packed dead bodies that those demonic beasts were once very close to your core region. If I guess correctly, the Instrument of Divine Retribution isn¡¯t far away from the phantom instrument.¡± Roland noticed that the little tentacles on Pasha stiffened for a moment when she heard this sentence. ¡°If some Mad Demons who can throw spears attack you guys, how many magic cores will be able to remain intact?¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Roland continued to explain patiently, ¡°If you still think I won¡¯t do any better than you or worry about that demonic beasts would be attracted by the relic, you can settle down on the side of the western mountains close to the Fertile Plains and I¡¯ll build a road to connect your place with Neverwinter. In that case, I¡¯ll be able to help you whenever you¡¯re in trouble: Trust is the foundation of cooperation, and placing the relic where both parties regard as safe is the first step to build our mutual trust, isn¡¯t it?¡± Pasha remained speechless with her tentacles intertwined with those of the other blobs. They seemed to be communicating with each other rapidly in this way. After seven or eight minutes, she started to talk again. ¡°Before I give our reply, I¡¯d like to ask a question first. If we do form a united front of¡­ Divine Will as you said, who¡¯ll lead us to fight against demons?¡± Chapter 738 Chapter 738: Only One Leader Translator: Transn Editor: Meh Surprised by this sudden question, Roland fell silent for a moment and then asked with a smile, ¡°You seem to have something else to say?¡± Pasha replied, ¡°As this united front is related to the survival of all human beings, we hope that every decision we make here can be given full consideration. To this end¡­ we the survivors of Taquila suggest we adopt a co-governance mechanism for the united front. Under such a system, all decisions will be jointly made by the heads of the most powerful groups after negotiation. By doing so, we¡¯ll be able to avoid misjudgment and ensure an equal interest of every party.¡± ¡°Uhm¡­ it sounds like the Union¡¯s Three Chiefs system.¡± The ancient witch further explained, ¡°A triumvirate can ensure a quick and well-balanced decision-making process, but it¡¯s not the only choice. Regarding the current situation, we¡¯d better build a system to include the Four Kingdoms and all the witch organizations. In the early days of the Union, there were 11 leaders planning our military campaigns at the roundtable.¡± Hearing this, Roland had to admit they were quite clever in this matter since this co-governance mechanism they proposed would surely guarantee their own status in the united front. At this moment, except his Graycastle, all the kingdoms and witch organizations such as the Witch Union and Sleeping Island could hardly compete with the Taquila survivors who had taken over all the magic power instruments left by the underground civilization and owned over 100 God¡¯s Punishment Witches. They had accumulated rich fighting experiences during a decades-long battle against demons and were overwhelmingly powerful when fighting with other witches and common armies. Roland believed that if he agreed, the Taquila witches would naturally become one of the policymakers of the co-governance system. They would further ensure their own interests by stressing their identities as witches to gain recognition from and establish good relationships with the other witch organizations. He thought that they made such a request probably because they wanted to protect themselves not because they were planning something like restoring their rule over human beings or overthrowing the kingdoms. He understood that every group would be prudent and want such a self-protecting measure before joining in a large organization. If he had been the old Prince Roland who had recently become a lord of Border Town, he would have accepted this suggestion of the Taquila witches, but now he was different. With an air of authority, he said, ¡°An interesting suggestion, but the united front won¡¯t adopt a co-governance mechanism. It¡¯ll have only one leader. That is me. This is the most efficient and reliable way of managing it.¡± He agreed that modesty was a virtue but also knew that now was not the right time for him to be humble, since he was clear that the Three Chiefs system might be a good choice for the Union but not for him. He was the only one in this world, who knew what industrialization was and how to make the best use of all the resources in his domain. To see rapid industrialization, he had to make all his administrative departments do what he said and work together like a set of machines toward the same goal. He wanted that every order issued by his City Hall to smoothly reach all his subjects and all the resources within his domain to be allocated and managed in accordance with his plan. Adopting a co-governance system under which he would have to explain and convince all the other policymakers to carry out a policy obviously would slow down the process of industrialization. Seeing Roland reject Taquila¡¯s idea outright and bluntly, all the people in the meeting was fell into an awkward silence, including those ancient witches. Roland cleared his throat and calmly continued. ¡°The united front is built to guarantee that we¡¯ll work together to fight against demons, but I don¡¯t require you to join in it at the very beginning. I want you to move to the Western Region to build mutual trust first. As compared to some oral agreement, the facts you¡¯ll see here will be more convincing.¡± ¡°What¡­ are we going to see?¡± He explained, ¡°You¡¯re going to see our strength and determination to fight against demons and the current situation of some other organizations, both those that are a part of the united front and those not. After that, you can make a decision to join in or not. Even if you don¡¯t join in, we¡¯ll still be able to cooperate on many other projects, such as experiments and the search for the Chosen One. I promise I won¡¯t interfere with your internal affairs.¡± Celine interrupted, ¡°You won¡¯t mind if we don¡¯t give you the relic and the magic core?¡± ¡°No, and in fact, I¡¯ve never planned to depend on those instruments in the ruins of the maze to defeat demons. Regarding the relic, as long as it¡¯s kept in a safe place, I won¡¯t have a problem with it. Like I said, working together to look for the Chosen One and protect the relic is the first step to build our mutual trust. As for further cooperation, we can take it slow.¡± The cold voice which remained silent for a long time appeared again. ¡°I¡¯ve got to say you¡¯re very uncommon, you common man, but have you ever thought that controlling the united front on your own can be very risky. If the Battle of Divine Will lasts decades and during this period of time you inevitably become old and weak, how can you ensure that your successors will follow your will to lead us in the war? Only a co-governance mechanism can effectively prevent such a problem.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯ll be a problem at all. I¡¯m not sure how long will the war last, but I¡¯m afraid my life will be longer than all of yours combined.¡± At this moment, he felt he needed to bluff, although he was not sure whether he had got Zero¡¯s lifespan as he obviously did not get her magic power. He knew that to convince these ancient witches, he had better explain his decision with some incredible power rather than persuading them that a special system which they had never heard of would guarantee that his successors would carry on his work. He described to them the Soul Battlefield in detail and many witches chimed in. After that, there was a long silence. He saw that the tentacles of the blobs knotted together again and the scales on their bodies turned from grayish brown to reddish brown, which indicated that they had a heated discussion now. After a long time, their tentacle hang down. Pasha said solemnly, ¡°I understand, but we need at least a month to move all the things we need. I hope you can offer us some building materials as one cave isn¡¯t enough for all our things. We need to build a palace and a laboratory inside the western mountains.¡± Roland was surprised and asked, ¡°Wait a minute, how can you build something like that underground?¡± It was not easy to conduct an underground construction, for the environment below the earth was wet and dark. As such he had planned to ask Lotus to connect some underground caves in the western mountains for the Taquila survivors since their bodies would not require very comfortable living conditions. However, they seemed to have mastered better construction skills than him and even planned to build a new palace underground. Pasha explained, ¡°Our devouring worm will do the job. It¡¯s a big shell looking like a wild beast. We¡¯ve got one in the ruins. That was the shell we used to sneak into the City of Glow in the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± Chapter 739 Chapter 739: The Handshake Translator: Transn Editor: Meh Roland felt a jolt, thinking, ¡°Why do these things sound similar to the giant demonic beast in the snow mountain?¡± When he was about to raise this question, Agatha asked Pasha, ¡°Are you the ones who entered the Devil¡¯s Town and devoured the Blackstone Pagoda?¡± Pasha was confused, saying, ¡°Devil¡¯s¡­ Town? No, we didn¡¯t. We¡¯ve only used our devouring worm to mend the ruins and build the tunnel to the City of Glow. We can¡¯t afford to use it so frequently since it eats a lot.¡± Roland described the witches¡¯ adventures in the Misty Forest and the Devil¡¯s Town located to the west of the Western Region. After that, he asked Scroll to take out the pictures of the scenes drawn by Soraya and explained, ¡°this monster, much bigger than any wild beast, seemed to move toward the great snow mountain.¡± Seeing the vivid pictures, Pasha took a deep breath and said, ¡°Yes, it¡¯s indeed a devouring worm. I¡¯m afraid that there¡¯re also some ruins left by the underground civilization in the snow mountain you mentioned. According to the literatures we read here, this civilization once could be found everywhere in the Land of Dawn. This record is reliable, as now we can easily find tracks and numerous tunnels left by devouring worms in every high mountain.¡± ¡°But you think the underground civilization has already perished.¡± ¡°Yes, we do, but the worm was just a shell like an original carrier. A soul can get into it and then move it.¡± Hearing this, Roland¡¯s heart sank in a sudden. He glanced around and found all the witches in the reception hall looked solemn at this moment. Obviously, everybody guessed that the one who sent the worm to Agatha¡¯s research tower and the Devil¡¯s Town must be the unknown enemy in the Battle of Divine Will. Roland wondered whether this enemy had happened to find the ruins and some worm shells in the snow mountain and transfer souls into those shells. If this was the case, he believed it would not be a big problem. However, if they had also found some magic cores and a central carrier, he believed he would have big trouble. Will these things drastically improve their magic theory and even enable them to create some Instrument of Divine Retribution against the witches? He thought they had an excellent chance of finding some shells and even instruments in the snow mountain. Unlike the Impassible Mountain Range and the Dragonspine Mountain Range, it did not stretch very long, but its major peak was the highest mount in the Western Region. According to Pasha, such a great mountain was a perfect place to build a large underground city for the underground civilization. Given this, he decided that he must do something about it. Celine anxiously said, ¡°Your Majesty, please assist us in exploring the snow mountain as soon as possible, in case there¡¯re some remaining instruments.¡± ¡°And the various kinds of shells recorded in the literature. If the unknown enemy gets them, I¡¯m afraid it would cause us lots of trouble.¡± Compared to Celine, Pasha still sounded calm, but all her tentacles were waving rapidly, showing her anxiety inside. This news apparently caused a stir among the blobs, as it was getting noisy behind Pasha. Roland quickly got why they were so excited. Living in the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors¡¯ bodies for hundreds of years resembled being imprisoned in endless emptiness, which explained why they were so interested in the new carriers. However, compared with living in the bodies of God¡¯s Punishment Army, the carriers at least enabled them to have some feelings including a sense of smell, though they would not look like human beings anymore. Roland pretended to hesitate, saying, ¡°I see your point. I¡¯d been planning to explore the snow mountain of the Western Region, but as I didn¡¯t have any suitable means of transport and didn¡¯t want the witches to take any risk, I had to postpone in the end. If I could get the help from your devouring worm for this exploration, I think it¡¯ll be a good opportunity¡­¡± Pasha immediately promised, ¡°We¡¯ll start to move as fast as we can.¡± Roland, who had been thinking about how to start the cooperation with the Taquila survivors, was also happy to get this chance. In fact, even if they didn¡¯t ask him to explore the mountain, he would do it sooner or later in order to eliminate potential threats around Neverwinter and satisfy his own curiosity toward the big carriers which were able to drill huge tunnels underground. He could easily think of a long list of things these carriers could do. He had planned to use the Impassable Mountain Range as a natural barrier against the demons, but current engineering techniques did not allow him to do so. The transportation of cement and bricks alone would be a tricky problem, as the mountain paths were rugged and sinuous and the weather condition there was very unstable. If some soldiers were garrisoned on the mountains, he would have to build barbette for them. Near the military facilities, he would also need to build barracks, roads, and necessary living facilities, which would be a big challenge for Hummingbird and Lotus. However, if he had a devouring worm, he could solve all those problems by drilling a straight underground tunnel connecting the barbette on the mountain with Neverwinter and building underground ammunition reservoir and barracks which could keep them away from the snow storm. He could even build a railroad in the tunnel so that steam trailers could be used to transport soldiers and goods. With reinforced concrete blockhouses on the ground and convenient transportation lines underground, that would be the natural chasm defense line he wanted. This devouring worm could also be used to build underground utilities and sewage discharge system for the city. When that happened, he would proudly announce that in this age, Neverwinter was the first city to have an underground drainage system in which people could walk freely. He believed that this worm would be praised highly as a magic tool in the civil engineering field before the invention of tunnel boring machine and would be considered as important as the magic core and the bio-computer. Roland rose and walked to the light curtain, extending his right hand toward Pasha. ¡°I hope this is the beginning of building our mutual trust.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, this is¡­¡± He looked at this monster who was several meters taller than himself and calmly explained, ¡°It¡¯s a handshake, representing a preliminary agreement between us.¡± After a little hesitation, Pasha dropped the thickest tentacle on her head. It moved in a spiral and touched his palm in the end. He thought, ¡°What a pity. Soraya isn¡¯t here to witness and record this moment worthy being memorized forever.¡± When the image of Pasha started to distort, he suddenly asked, ¡°Ah¡­ wait, you said every high mountain might have ruins left by the underground civilization. What about the mountains in the deep sea?¡± Pasha was surprised, saying, ¡°Are there mountains under the sea? According to the literature, they did not go to the sea and only lived on the Land of Dawn. I think they might not be able to move around in the sea, as most of their carriers were heavy and clumsy. Why did you ask about this?¡± ¡°Nothing, I¡¯m just curious.¡± Roland shook his head and lost in thoughts. They only lived on the Land of Dawn¡­ so the weird underwater spire and telescope have nothing to do with the underground civilization, but who owns the Giant Stone Gates that Thunder saw through the old telescope and the land which only appears during flood tide? The unknown enemy in the Battle of Divine Will? I hope Thunder can find the answer. At this moment, the purple light curtain distorted and then disappeared. The reception hall got back to normal. Chapter 740 Chapter 740: A Beautiful Night Translator: Transn Editor: Meh As night fell, Wendy went to the door of Scroll¡¯s bedroom. She held out her hand, hesitating whether she should knock or not. However, just at that moment, Scroll opened the door. ¡°I knew you would come find me.¡± Scroll smiled. ¡°I also wanted to talk to you, just like we used to.¡± Scroll had apparently taken an early shower as her long, wet hair was randomly hanging over her shoulders instead of being tied up. She had also placed a towel on her shoulders in order to avoid getting her night robe wet. At first glimpse, she appeared to be a little younger, with her flowing hair covering the wrinkles on her forehead. After leading an increasingly comfortable life in Neverwinter, she looked more mellow. Only her wise and mature eyes remained unchanged. Wendy could not help smiling and asked, ¡°In your bedroom or mine?¡± ¡°Yours. Nightingale will come back much later than Leaf.¡± ¡°Ok.¡± ¡°You serve the Chaos Drinks.¡± ¡°What?!?¡± ¡°Of course you do, whoever initiates the conversation is also responsible for the drinks. That¡¯s our old rule and you know it.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s why you waited for me behind the door?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Patience is the most important thing and also one of the lessons l draw from life. Now, have you learned your lesson?¡± ¡°Fine¡­¡± As they went back to Wendy¡¯s bedroom and cleared up the desk, Wendy took two glasses and a bottle of Chaos Drink out of a drawer and poured it into the glasses. The orange-red drinks reflected a flame-like light against the light from the Magic Stone. ¡°That¡¯s what you got?¡± Scroll took a sip of it. ¡°You¡¯re lucky. In winter, it¡¯s as good as Fire Dragon Wine¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m jealous of you.¡± Wendy stretched her hands. ¡°Don¡¯t put it like that. We can enjoy such a drink thanks to Miss Evelyn.¡± Roland figured out a very interesting way to distribute the Chaos Drinks of various tastes to each witch of the Witch Union. Each witch in each month had an opportunity to pick up a bottle of the Chaos Drinks created by Evelyn. No one knew what kind of flavor they would get as they would only see a number before the draw was revealed. Therefore, on that day, the witches used to exchange their drinks or drink others¡¯. Somehow, Maggie always got the most popular drink, making everyone wonder if Evelyn had revealed it to her. As they took their time to enjoy the orange-red drink that warmed their hearts, they heard the sound of the cold wind outside the windows. They felt tipsy in the warm bedroom. They talked little as they could understand each other just by looking at one another. In fact, Wendy had nothing specific to say and just felt very happy at the moment. When she closed her eyes, Roland Wimbledon¡¯s earlier declaration would appear in her mind. ¡°Only I can be the leader.¡± Before this, Roland, in her opinion, was very approachable. She was concerned that he would mess up or show weakness on some critical issues, which was unbecoming of a king. But now, he was much better than she had expected. Judging from his tone and expression in dealing with other people, he had become more mature and developed his compelling authority thanks to the last two years of experience. To her surprise, Roland was much better at being a dominator. Even so, he treated the witches and common people the same as before. It seemed that it was his nature to be nice to witches, which was very odd, especially for a royal noble. She knew that Scroll also had felt this change, so she had waited at the door for her. It was a habit they had kept since they were in the Witch Cooperation Association. When they had some good news to share, Wendy, Scroll, and Cara would always get together to drink some cheap ale and talk about it overnight. However, they had to drink wild fruit-water instead of ale when their conditions became worse later on. Sadly, they gradually talked about their concerns and problems instead of good news or plans because Cara had a different purpose from them, leaving Wendy and Scroll behind. As the eldest witches and the founders of the Witch Cooperation Association, Wendy and Scroll had to be strong because if they gave up, all witches would lose their faith in seeking for Holy Mountain. That was how they survived through all the suffering and tough times. And now, those times became the past once more. Wendy drank out of the drink, let out a deep sigh, and said, ¡°Well, after the meeting, I handed the test results of the witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart to His Majesty.¡± ¡°Oh? What kind of abilities do they have?¡± Scroll leaned on the bench and replied casually. Wendy gave a general description of each of their abilities but was deliberately vague when it came to Broken Sword. ¡°Can you guess who he assigned Broken Sword to?¡± ¡°Uh, probably Nightingale or Ashes¡­only they can make full use of Broken Sword¡¯s power.¡± After some more thought, Scroll said, ¡°Anna and Leaf indeed have strong magic power, but they and other witches aren¡¯t able to fight against enemies face to face. Additionally, there are few combat witches in the Witch Union.¡± ¡°Great minds think alike, but His Majesty didn¡¯t think so.¡± Wendy revealed her gentle smile. ¡°He didn¡¯t assign Broken Sword to anyone.¡± Scroll was stunned. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°According to him, a weapon needs to be carried by the owner personally at all times, but in that case, Broken Sword would have limited freedom. Besides, the enemies won¡¯t always launch an attack at her working time and her sword¡¯s aura isn¡¯t as powerful as gunpowder. Hence, she can partner with each witch to test their overlapping effects rather than to be a weapon. Then, based on how interesting the combination is, His Majesty will assign her job.¡± ¡°Assign her a job based on how interesting the combination is?¡± ¡°Yeah, those were His Majesty¡¯s words exactly.¡± He attached more importance to her feelings instead of giving her a role that limited her. Perhaps, that was the reason why Nightingale chose to support him with her wholeheartedly. Now in hindsight, it was fortunate that they chose to believe Nightingale¡¯s judgment. Thinking of this, Wendy could not help smiling. After filling her glass again, she held it before Scroll. ¡°To us, for finding such a good king.¡± Scroll smiled, holding the glass to gently clink hers. ¡°Yes, to our Holy Mountain.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ it¡¯s empty.¡± Having drunk the last sip, she found that the bottle had been emptied out when she wanted to fill the glass again. ¡°Do you want me to return to my room to get mine?¡± Scroll also wanted to continue drinking. ¡°No, we must follow the old rule.¡± She waved her hands and took a bottle from another drawer. ¡°But next time, I¡¯ll wait for you to knock on my door.¡± ¡°Wait a moment. Isn¡¯t that Nightingale¡¯s?¡± ¡°Yes, but she doesn¡¯t mind at all.¡± They cheered up again and continued to talk on this warm and wonderful night. Chapter 741 Chapter 741: The Art of Sound Transmission¡­¡­ Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Roland wiped the fine sweat beads from Anna¡¯s forehead and held her in his arms. In the dim light, he could still see the attractive blush on her face. Roland had the feeling that Anna had become more active in this regard since the last time they talked about the Dream World. She also tried to learn some new tricks¡ªthough her progress was much slower than her learning from books. Anna¡¯s clumsy and serious manner gave him an entirely new experience. His visual enjoyment far surpassed the sensory experience and he could not help but feel a sense of superiority as an old hand. Of course, they would not miss the storytelling session after their time of joy. As he was indulging in Anna¡¯s fragrance, Roland started to narrate in detail the news brought by the Taquila Witches as well as his speculation about the Battle of Divine Will. ¡°Although we¡¯ve already known that where we live is no larger than a corner of the mainland, I didn¡¯t expect that there were actually completely different civilizations scattered beneath the mountains¡­ this world is really full of unknowns!¡± Anna sighed and said, ¡°Perhaps one day, we can also set foot on that faraway land to see what kind of secrets are hidden in that world across the sea.¡± ¡°I promise that day will come,¡± Roland answered with a smile. Even if they could not travel by sea, they could still fly over it¡ªany land that could be seen through the telescope would not be too far away. As long as they had the internal combustion engine, the large airship could come into play. ¡°But does God really exist? He left relics causing us to fight against one another¡­ maybe he is now looking at us from somewhere.¡± ¡°Are you afraid?¡± Roland could not resist holding her even closer. ¡°No, I want to thank him.¡± ¡°What for?¡± Roland was a little surprised. ¡°For he sent you to me.¡± Anna looked up and whispered. Roland saw the rippling blue lake in her eyes¡ªthat was her unconcealed emotions. He felt a warm current surging in his heart. ¡°I¡¯ll always be with you.¡± ¡°But you can¡¯t stay with me all the time.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Anna covered his mouth before he could finish speaking. ¡°You¡¯re the king and also the future commander of the army that will combat the Army of Demons. How could you stay forever in Neverwinter? I can¡¯t possess you entirely just for my personal desire. The soldiers who fight in the front line need to see your presence and your subjects in the other cities want you to be with them,¡± she said softly, ¡°Roland, I¡¯m already very content that I can listen to your stories like this.¡± Roland was silent for a moment. ¡°You¡¯re right. But wherever I am in the future, you will always be able to hear my stories¡­ I promise you this.¡± Anna blinked, as if she had heard the meaning behind his words. ¡°Without the Sigil of Listening?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± He nodded. How could they speak out their words of love if they had to communicate through the Sigil of Listening? ¡°What are you going to do?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let you know tomorrow.¡± Roland rolled over and lay on top of Anna, then kissed her neck¡­ and slipped all the way from her neck to the clavicle, leaving a shallow mark on her fine, tight skin. ¡°But, now it¡¯s my turn.¡± Once again, they became one, and their sweet breathing sounds rising and falling for a long time before fading away. ¡­ The next day after breakfast, the invigorated Roland walked into the backyard of North Slope Mountain with Anna. ¡°Good morning, Your Majesty.¡± Lucia, who had arrived even earlier, put her work aside and bowed before him. ¡°Good morning, Your Majesty! Good morning, Sister Anna! Sister Nightingale!¡± Ring followed the actions of her sister, and started to bow and cry out cheerfully. Roland waved his hand with a smile, indicating that they did not have to be too formal. Then he walked to the workbench and pulled out a piece of white paper on which he started to draw a design. He intended to carry out the promise he had made last night to Anna before the Taquila survivors moved to the Western Region¡ªa communication tool that he could use to speak to Anna at any time without magic. That would be the wire telephone. The principle of the telephone was very simple and that was the most basic application of electromagnetic induction: the sound wave would vibrate the metal reed in the voice tube causing the change of the magnetic flux formed in the magnetic field, and finally a fluctuant induced current would be generated. While the earpiece, on the contrary, would use the magnetic force generated by the electromagnetic coil to vibrate the membrane and reduce the current into voice. In other words, it was fundamentally the same as a generator or an electric motor, except that the latter turned the vibration into a rotation and had a much larger power. As soon as he articulated his idea and design, Anna immediately understood how this unprecedented calling tool worked. ¡°Let me get Mystery Moon and Soraya!¡± Her eyes shone with excitement. ¡°Electric current¡­ exchange with voice?¡± After hearing what Roland had said, Nightingale still had a vacant look on her face, and when she turned to see if Lucia had understood, she found Lucia was also pondering. ¡°Electricity and magnetism originate from each other, and the magnetism turns into power¡­ I see.¡± Even the little girl Ring also showed off her knowledge. ¡°Sister, are you talking about something in the second chapter of ¡®Elementary Physics¡¯?¡± All of these reactions suddenly frustrated Nightingale. She gloomily picked up a dried fish and walked into the Mist. Roland could not hold back his laughter at this scene. He knew that although the principle was simple, it was not that easy to make a functional phone, and the problem lay in the signal transmission. The electrical signal would abate. That was the reason why the phone was not widely used in the early stage after it was invented¡ªonce the distance between the callers was too long, it was hard for one side to hear exactly what the other side was saying. The phone was not widely used until the electron tube that could amplify the signal was invented. Roland was not very good at electricity, so he barely wrote about it in his books. Even now that he had the help of the Dream World, he still found it quite problematic to make an electron tube. Since he did not intend to amplify the signal, there was only one way to do it¡ªby reducing the attenuation. For example, increase the size of the wire and reduce the loss of the signal in the route. The former was very simple to achieve. The required copper wire could be accurately processed by Anna¡¯s Blackfire. According to the knowledge he had acquired from his Dream World, a 4 mm diameter wire could be used to maintain a 50 or 60 km communication without a repeater, while the general telephone connecting wire was only 0.4 to 0.6 mm in diameter. Although it was somewhat wasteful to use the thick wire, it could effectively avoid the trouble of having to make a signal amplifier. The latter could be achieved through coaxial-cable¡ªthe so-called coaxial-cable was made by wrapping the wire with a layer of metal mesh which would be sandwiched by the two wires that were coated with insulating materials and turned into a Faraday cage so as to minimize the divergence of the electrical signal. Before the telephone came into widespread use, the technology of wrapping the metal layer was not mature yet, so at that time, people used the loading coil, which meant overlapping the wire with a spirally wound coil casing to reduce the signal loss. But Roland did not need to follow this rule since he had Anna¡¯s processing skill and Soraya¡¯s special coating that could complete it in one step. Chapter 742 Chapter 742: Love From a Distance Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Combining the two techniques should allow the telephone signal to be read as far as a few hundred kilometers without a relay, which basically lets it cover most of the residential areas in the Western Region, and would allow Neverwinter to receive real-time updates from the defensive line in the Impassable Mountain Range. If he wanted to further extend the range, he would then have to use a signal relay. The reason why Roland chose to develop the wire telephone was not only because he was inspired by Anna¡¯s words, but also because of the vast usage and practicability of this tool. It would serve as a crucial piece for controlling the political situation, enhancing the centralization of the government, and commanding the wartime efforts. More importantly, the industrial projects in Neverwinter had already reached a saturation point. The new immigrants still had to pass the primary education before they can be absorbed into the various industries. The four major industries¡ªcivil construction, mineral processing, machine manufacturing, and chemical production¡ªhad occupied over 90% of the workforce. According to current predictions, it would not be difficult for these four industries to employ 60,000 to 70,000 new immigrants once they pass through primary education. As these industries were vital for future war efforts, their production could not be interrupted. On the other hand, the bicycle plant, which was enthusiastically built by Roland in the beginning, wasn¡¯t even able to meet the demand of the First Army. The city hall would first shut down the bicycle factory whenever there is a power shortage and reallocate the workers to the steam engine plant whenever there is a shortage of manpower. Even though construction on Kingdom Main Street and Route 67 had already been completed, and Border Area neither raised horses nor stables for horses to rest in, the roads were still mainly used by carriages that came from the Longsong Area or other cities. Also, with the construction of the railway already underway, the citizens never did start riding bicycles between the Border Area and the Longsong Area. Of course, Roland would never admit to Barov that he had made this strategic mistake. Since then, he would always take into account of Neverwinter¡¯s production capability when planning for new facilities. The phone happened to be a good product that wouldn¡¯t burden Neverwinter¡¯s output, and it also does not require much maintenance. First of all, Roland would not provide telephone to the market. He would only provide it for military communication purposes and basic communication between the Border Area and the Longsong Area. Roland only intended to lay down a one-to-one cable that connects both sides. In this way, it would save him the time and energy of setting up a complex wire network. Secondly, starting with a limited number of telephone systems meant that it would only require Anna, Mystery Moon, and Soraya to help out during their spare time without having to utilize Neverwinter¡¯s labour force. Moreover, once they manage to produce vacuum tubes, they could develop telecommunication for the public. Therefore, the wire telephone is the most appropriate project to start with before exploring the Great Snow Mountain with the Taqila survivors. ¡­ The prototyping stage of manufacturing phones went smoother than he had expected. By afternoon, two basic telephones containing magnetic speakers appeared in the backyard of North Slope Mountain. It had no shell and looked like an assembly of a coil of wire and magnets. It was equipped with a hand-operated generator and a ¡°Mini Dawn¡± battery. Due to the low power requirements, the battery was only as thick as a finger and could last for at least a month, saving him from the trouble of making an independent dry battery. ¡°How does this work?¡± Mystery Moon asked curiously, ¡°Can my ability really do this?¡± Roland naturally ignored the second half of her sentence. ¡°It¡¯s very simple. Watch carefully¡­ This hand-operated generator is used to start a call. When the user rotates it quickly¡­¡± He grabs the handle and rotates it forcibly, and the magnetic bell on the other side suddenly rang out a sound of ¡°jingling¡±. ¡°That ringing means that there¡¯s a call coming.¡± He gave Anna a glance, and she picked up the earpiece and the voice tube. ¡°When the earpiece is picked up and the switch pops up, it means the voice line is connected and people on both sides can start talking. The current that transmits the electrical signals is provided by Mini Dawn, so without this copper bar enchanted by Mystery Moon, the telephone can only ring but no sound would be transmitted.¡± ¡°Oh, I see!¡± Mystery Moon thrust her chest out and vigorously nodded her head twice. ¡°Your Majesty, may I try speaking through it?¡± Soraya was eager to try. ¡°And me.¡± Ring raised her hand up high. ¡°Of course¡­ It was created by all of you, and naturally, you¡¯re eligible to be the first few to experience this era-defining communication tool.¡± Roland laughed. There was no need to explain the significance of the phone, since it completely changed how humans could communicate with each other across distant worlds. ¡°There will be no signal attenuation in such a small yard, so connecting the phone with ordinary copper wire will do.¡± In a quiet, snow-covered forest, a crisp bell rang out continuously. Obviously, they could talk through the phone directly, but they insisted on starting over again, from the step of rotating the handle to generate electricity. ¡°There really is a voice!¡± ¡°It sounds like Lucia!¡± ¡°Uh, what should I say?¡± ¡°Let her guess who you are!¡± The witches, who were separated by the wall, were vying to shout at the voice tube. For a few moments, peals of laughter echoed from both ends of the yard. Roland also tried out listening twice. To be honest, he thought the prototype wasn¡¯t very good. The voice he heard fluctuated a lot and there was a lot of static. Anyways, it was definitely not up to standard. But he knew that as long as he kept adjusting the size of the metal reed and the space between the electromagnets, he would find the right parameters for the best call quality. Soon, the voice tube reached Roland¡¯s hand once again. He shook his head with a smile and placed the earpiece beside his ear and habitually said, ¡°Hello?¡± He heard nothing but interference from the weak conductance of the copper cable. For some reason, he knew who it was on the other side of the phone as if their hearts were linked. ¡°Anna¡­?¡± Roland whispered. After a moment, he heard a slightly distorted reply. ¡°I like you¡­ Roland.¡± *************** After protecting Roland for a whole day, Nightingale returned to her bedroom in a bad mood. This was not the first time she felt like this because she did not understand anything that the others were saying. And every time this happened, only dried fish and ice cream bread could comfort her. Well¡­ now there were also the Chaos Drinks. She truly envied the intimacy between Roland and Anna. Meanwhile, a faint but unceasing bitterness flooded her. She thought that she would get used to it sooner or later, but it turned out to be harder than she had imagined. The more invested she got in her feelings, the deeper the thorns dug into her heart. Now Nightingale somewhat understood what Wendy had told her. She walked to the table and pulled open the drawer, but she found out that the bottle inside was empty. Did I take the wrong one? So she pulled open another drawer and found that bottle inside was empty too. ¡°Wendy? My Chaos¡­¡± As soon as Nightingale turned around, she was hugged by her roommate, and Wendy¡¯s ample bosom almost squeezed her out of breath. ¡°Nightingale, how many years have we known each other? You¡¯ve been with me since you left the Gilen Family in Silver City, right?¡± ¡°Yeah¡­ almost four or five years, but my Chaos¡­¡± ¡°We¡¯ve experienced so many dangers and hardships along the way before today. Nothing can undermine our friendship, right?¡± ¡°Of course, I¡¯ve always treated you like a sister, but my Chaos¡­¡± ¡°I drank all your drinks. I¡¯m sorry!¡± Wendy held her even closer. ¡°I¡¯ll definitely make it up to you with my share next month.¡± What? All of them? Nightingale fumbled the bag of dried fish and felt that it was empty too. Only dried fish, ice cream bread, and Chaos Drinks can comfort her. Now, all of them were gone. Nightingale heard a crack in her heart. In an instant, the bitterness flooded her once again. Chapter 743 Chapter 743: The Desert Mission Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Even with his eyes closed, Iron Axe could still smell the unique odor of the yellow sands around him. Today was the fourth day since he had entered the desert and the third week since his army had left Neverwinter. After the end of this week, two-thirds of the winter season would have passed and the coldest period, mid-winter, would start. However, unlike the snowy Western Region, the Months of Demons had less influence here, leaving the area almost untouched. Although the sky maintained a shade of oppressive gray, there was at least no piercing northerly wind and icy snow that could freeze the whole desert. As Silver Stream did not converge with any other rivers and flowed mainly underground, the army had no choice but to make its way on foot. Rather than following the original plan, which was to wait for the 500 new recruits who were stationed in the Palisade City to be ready and then incorporating them into the army to move together, Iron Axe decided to leave those recruits to Brian and marched alone so that he could reach Iron Sand City faster. Recruits might perform well during on-the-spot firing, but they would not be able to survive a journey of continuous marching on foot. Moreover, the situation would barely be improved even with the addition of 500 people. He understood very well that His Majesty¡¯s mission could not be accomplished by cannon attack or aggression. The First Army would be there to ensure victory, but it would not be the means to conquer the Sand Nation. Mojins had a set of traditional solutions. As for the 500 recruits, all they needed to do was seize Silver Stream Oasis to ensure that the frontline troops would not be flanked. In the Southernmost Region, an oasis was a lifeline. Whether people intended to attack or flee, they could not live without an oasis. The tribal people of the Sand Nation could feel the formidable vigor coming from the veteran soldiers who were marching orderly on the road even without witnessing the power of the flintlocks. No one dared to walk up and question the soldiers coming from Graycastle but just whispered behind them after they had filled their water packs, got fed, and set out again. Iron Axe estimated that, at this rate, the First Army should be able to reach Iron Sand City before nightfall. ¡°I¡¯m a little confused. Can one initiate the so-called holy duel at any time in any season?¡± A beautiful blonde woman walked toward Echo and her fine skin was in sharp contrast to that of the princess of the Osha clan. ¡°Even noblemen could refuse the honor challenge between themselves if they were unwell. On such a cold day, everyone would want to stay near a warm stove the entire day instead of going out and fighting, right? I mean¡­ what should we do if someone refuses the request for a holy duel?¡± Iron Axe remembered the lady¡¯s name was Andrea, a combat witch who often followed Princess Tilly. As His Majesty once said, there ought to be just one Extraordinary, Ashes, to help them, but somehow Andrea ended up joining the campaign as well. ¡°No matter how unwilling you are, you have to fight when someone picks up an axe, rushes into your house, and kicks your stove.¡± Ashes curled her lip. ¡°Do you think this contest which, to some extent, determines the life and death of a clan will follow the hypocritical rules of the nobility?¡± ¡°That¡¯s called a sneak attack or a massacre, not a duel,¡± Andrea said disdainfully, ¡°even though Mojins are barbarians, they¡¯re still able to distinguish between the two. Do you think that everyone is as ignorant as you?¡± ¡°I can see you really are a ¡®well-learned person¡¯ by saying that in front of Echo.¡± ¡°Stop misinterpreting my words!¡± Iron Axe was not bothered about being called a barbarian as he knew that people in Border Town were not judged by their identities. This was something His Majesty had told him personally. Other than being a Mojin, he had a more important identity and that was being a resident of Neverwinter. Iron Axe did not respond to the dispute between Ashes and Andrea until he received Echo¡¯s gaze calling for help. He cleared his throat and explained voluntarily. ¡°Lady Andrea¡¯s concern was not misplaced. Certainly, the holy duel can¡¯t be refused and must be done when both opponents are well prepared to earn the approval from the Three Gods. But it doesn¡¯t mean that the duel can be initiated at any time by anyone¡¯s will. The first requirement for the duel is that the challenger must be qualified to fight.¡± ¡°What kind of qualifications are needed?¡± ¡°First of all, it must be an entire Mojin clan,¡± Iron Axe said briefly, ¡°One person can¡¯t represent a clan and this rule applies to even a chief or a princess. This rule is to prevent a situation where a dozen people occupy one-sixth of Iron Sand City. In addition, the rule also excludes foreigners. Iron Sand City allows foreigners to fight for the clans but excludes them from the central power positions.¡± ¡°Does that mean that we are not eligible at all?¡± Ashes raised her eyebrow. ¡°It has been years since Echo was exiled and the Osha clan has disappeared long ago. Or should we start by looking for her surviving clansmen?¡± ¡°No one is able to survive Endless Cape,¡± Iron Axe said as he shook his head, ¡°but we can use another method. For example, making Lady Silvermoon the chief of a new clan is allowed.¡± ¡°Is this¡­ possible?¡± Andrea was surprised. ¡°Mojins don¡¯t value bloodlines like you people do. They value one¡¯s ability more than lineage.¡± The commander-in-chief of the First Army said calmly, ¡°After satisfying the first criterion, any clan that is able to stand their ground in one of the small oases around the Iron Sand City qualifies for the duel. There are a total of four small oases that newly rising clans always fight in and that¡¯s why these four oases are also called the bloodstained place.¡± ¡°They are like admission tickets, right?¡± Ashes did not take it seriously. ¡°You could say that. In fact, these clans generally fall into two categories,¡± Iron Axe paused, ¡°challenger¡­ and watchdog.¡± ¡°Watchdog?¡± The blonde witch¡¯s curiosity was piqued. ¡°These are the obstacles set by the top clans who are unwilling to see the order in Iron Sand City change too much.¡± Echo was the one who replied this time. ¡°They rely on their huge resources and influence to recruit a large number of warriors to form a mixed clan that has its roots in the small oases. Watchdogs won¡¯t seek a holy duel with their owners, yet they occupy the positions of the challenger. Despite not being allowed to enter Iron Sand City, they live quite well relying on the water and food supplied by the small oases.¡± ¡°They sound like hounds that are willing to eat leftovers.¡± Ashes sneered. ¡°That is a very appropriate name.¡± ¡°As the holy duel is full of variables, the big clans would try to rope in or bribe the potential challengers stationed in the bloodstained place. My father was reluctant to be a watchdog so he was determined to initiate a holy duel with Iron Whip clan, yet he ended up with¡­¡± Echo¡¯s voice became despondent as she was reminded of her distressing past. ¡°They¡¯ll pay for their insidious behavior that year, Lady Silvermoon.¡± Iron Axe comforted her. ¡°Death is coming for them now.¡± ¡°So we need to find a challenger first, whose chief will be replaced by Echo, before we challenge the six big clans?¡± Andrea asked. ¡°Once people start to settle down, they¡¯ll lose their motivation to go forward. One who has occupied a small oasis and doesn¡¯t challenge others immediately will very likely become a new watchdog. After that, it won¡¯t be easy to overpower him by words or by force,¡± Iron Axe said slowly, ¡°since we are under the king¡¯s order and carrying thunder and grace with us, there is no need to do it in such an inconvenient way. Any humble clan will become unstoppable with the First Army backing it up. We will just crush anyone who dares to stand in His Majesty¡¯s way.¡± Chapter 744 Chapter 744: One Who Seeks a Revenge Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Thuram¡¯s favorite activity was sitting on the second floor of a tavern and watching customers coming and going downstairs. This was his tavern and his territory, so Thuram named it ¡°Skull Cup¡± for his own preference and re-decorated it. He even hung a string of incomplete skulls at the entrance as the sign of the tavern. However, it was not called this name five years ago. ¡°What was it called at that time?¡± Thuram wondered. ¡°Was it called Elf Forest¡­ or Elf Garden? Anyway, it doesn¡¯t matter now.¡± Thuram drank some spirits with fire lantern fruit in them, letting the hot taste flood his tongue. ¡°Such a delicate name didn¡¯t fit the bloodstained place, since there¡¯s no elf or elf-like woman here but quite a lot of bones.¡± After each battle, a pile of dead bodies would be left outside the Iron Sand City. He preferred bones, especially the skulls, which had been baked in hot sands, rather than perishable flesh. First, the skulls were intimidating, so it would let troublemakers understand what kind of place this was. Second, it indeed could hold wine, saving him from buying more wine glasses. After all, the former did not work for everyone. There were always some idiots born with deformed brains who thought that they could treat everywhere like their own backyards and that their adversaries were no better than women who knew nothing but weeping. In a place where troublemakers appeared frequently, brittle pottery and glass were not ideal vessels. Gazing at every customer was a habit that Thuram had developed in recent years. People who traveled in and out of this land were generally divided into three kinds: the half-dead ones, the moribund ones, and the dead ones¡ªhe preferred to distinguish people in this way rather than by their identities. The half-dead ones¡¯ purpose of coming here was very simple, which was drinking, gambling, and women; as long as they maintained their current state, they could basically finish the rest of their journeys. The moribund ones were mostly watchdogs or challengers who came to inquire about the situation. They had already put their lives under the blades that would swing and behead them at any time. As to the dead ones¡­ they were undoubtedly the troublemakers. Thuram¡¯s attention was fixed on neither the half-dead ones nor the dead ones, for the former were very boring, and the latter gave him joy only when they were dying. It was the moribund ones he liked most because he could see in them a mirror image of his younger self. At that time, he was just like them, holding a sharp knife in his hand and fighting in the bloodstained place, an admiring place for many clans, yet he always had his sights set on Iron Sand City. His courage, audacity, and strength were being drained from him until one day someone replaced him as the new owner of the small oasis¡­ He had to beg for a chance to survive. At last, he became part of the bloodstained place, yet he turned from the moribund one into the half-dead one during this alteration. The moribund ones, though they had already placed their lives under the blades, still had the chance to skyrocket when the time came. They could break out of the cocoons or rise from the ashes. But the half-dead ones would never have this kind of opportunity. They could only seek some form of entertainment to comfort them for the rest of their lives. Such as, watching the travelers who pass by these oases¡­ who might perish in the sands or take over as the new owner of this place. At this moment, one of his men pushed open the door, walked to him, and whispered in his ear. ¡°Oh? Are you sure about that?¡± Thuram was startled. ¡°He said so, and from the look of the woman beside him¡­ she is probably a Divine Lady.¡± Thuram pondered for a while, then a malicious smile appeared on his face. ¡°Take them in. Remember to take away their weapons. This guy is a hard nut to crack.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°See? There¡¯s a big fun coming now,¡± Thuram could not help thinking. ¡­ There were a total of two visitors whose bodies were hidden under loose ropes, but Thuram could still distinguish that they were a man and a woman. When the tall man took off his hood and showed his face, Thuram could not help but squint. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect to see you one day, Iron Axe.¡± ¡°The things that you can¡¯t expect are way more than stars reflected on the oasis. Nothing strange about that.¡± Iron Axe served the woman her seat, and then calmly walked over to sit opposite him. ¡°But now¡­ you should know what I¡¯m coming for.¡± ¡°Probably.¡± Thuram shrugged. As an old citizen of Sand Nation, he knew every holy duel held in the Land of Fire. Some of the moribund ones could indeed rise from ashes, but most of them turned into complete dead bodies, and the Osha clan was one of them¡­ Although he had heard that some accidents happened during the duel, it made no difference to the end result. ¡°But you shouldn¡¯t have returned, for Iron Whip clan is no longer the way it was.¡± Thuram had thought of recruiting Iron Axe who used to be quite a renowned hybrid warrior¡ªThuram didn¡¯t let his initial ambition die away even after he had to serve a watchdog, and he always imagined that his clan would one day reoccupy the small oasis and enter the holy land of the duel. But it was years ago. But now¡­ he just wanted to have some fun. ¡°Yeah? That¡¯s exactly what I want,¡± Iron Axe said with disapproval, ¡°I thought they¡¯d been thrown out of Iron Sand City by the other challengers and were now rotting away in some isolated corner. Now it seems that the Three Gods haven¡¯t completely fallen asleep.¡± Thuram frowned, for he did not remember that this hybrid warrior was a man of grandiloquence. ¡°I understand your eagerness for the revenge. But a revenge carried out by someone who¡¯s not qualified is nothing less than suicide.¡± As he said this, he turned to look at the silent woman. ¡°Even though the Osha clan owns a Divine Lady, it won¡¯t narrow the gap between your clan and the Iron Whip Clan. Moreover, since most of the exiles of that year had already died, what difference can you make with just the two of you?¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I have come to you, Thuram,¡± Iron Axe said. The words he said seemed very natural to himself but made Thuram¡¯s heart thud. Iron Axe continued, ¡°Your clan is still located in this oasis, am I right? Eight years ago, it was a challenger, just like Osha clan, and should have had a chance to control part of Iron Sand City but ended up being a watchdog, and later¡­ It became less than a watchdog. Seeing your clansmen reduced to being slaves of other clans, didn¡¯t you feel remorseful? Now we offer you a chance to, once again, touch the wall of Iron Sand City if you pledge your loyalty to Lady Drow Silvermoon.¡± Thuram was stunned for a moment before he burst into laughter. ¡°Ha ha ha ha ha¡­¡± It was indeed a rare joke since there was nothing more interesting than seeing a mad avenger destroy himself, but Thuram did not expect that this man was trying to divert the joke to him. ¡°So you want to make this little girl the new chief of a clan before initiating a holy duel? Even her father is not above me, and now you want me to serve her? Perhaps you can find some good helpers who will be able to do some tricks in the duel, but what can I benefit from this? Call my slave clansmen to fight against the watchdogs till they are left with a mass of injuries, and then warmly send you to Iron Sand City?¡± Thuram¡¯s tone turned a bit hideous on the final words. ¡°Tell me, Iron Axe, what benefits can you offer me so that I won¡¯t tell the Iron Whip clan the whereabouts of this Miss Drow Silvermoon in exchange for a generous reward? I guess they¡¯ll be very interested in torturing a Divine Lady of their former enemy.¡± Chapter 745 Chapter 745: Furious Thunder Translator: Transn Editor: Meh Iron Axe didn¡¯t fly into a rage as had been expected, he didn¡¯t even have a change in facial expression, which surprised Thuram slightly. Thuram remembered that in the past, this mixed-blood would never allow anyone to threaten the princess of Osha, not even verbally. He couldn¡¯t help but look over at Drow Silvermoon, only to find the Divine Lady had no reaction either. It appeared as if she did not care about her own safety at all. What were they thinking? Thuram felt for the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation in his pocket, his fierce expression frozen on his face. ¡°In fact, I¡¯d never rest our hope on you to defeat the watchdogs. Since you didn¡¯t do it eight years ago, I know you don¡¯t have the guts¡­ At least you¡¯re not as brave as you claim,¡± Iron Axe slowly said, ¡°I¡¯m not returning only for revenge.¡± His first half of his words stung Thuram to his core, but the second half slightly shocked him. ¡°Not just for revenge?¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to challenge the six clans to make Osha the strongest clan.¡± Iron Axe said word by word. Although the clans in Iron Sand City managed the oasis together, they were not considered equal. It was universally acknowledged that the strongest would occupy the best area in the city. If another clan desired that area, they had to challenge the clans that ranked above them. For the Osha clan, which had nothing, it meant they had to defeat all six of the clans to take the core area of Iron Sand City. Only a crazy person would try to do that. The path of challenges could not be interrupted once it had started, which meant that they had to win six challenges in succession. Each battle would require a ridiculous amount of physical exertion. This will make people desperate, not to mention their opponents would be first-class Mojin warriors. Generally speaking, it takes clan warriors over six months to recover from a holy duel. If a warrior died a new one had to be re-cultivated or recruited. Basically, the clans with the most resources have the most solid foundations. Wildflame, the First Clan, had occupied the position for decades. Avengers varied greatly, so it was hard to classify them. Some of them hit their mark on the first shot, while others lost everything. It was not unusual to see some of them hesitate or even give up during preparation. So they might be half-dead, the moribund, or dead¡­ Undoubtedly, only a crazy man would belong to the last type. That left nothing to talk about. Thuram found that he no longer enjoyed listening to them. They were biting off more than they could chew by attempting to avenge the Ironwhip Clan. Not to mention they were even claiming they would challenge the whole Iron Sand City? Just thinking of it made him anxious. He had no intention of being implicated in the trouble, so he directly shouted, ¡°Boys, catch this guy as well as that woman!¡± There were four clansmen standing in the room and two standing outside the door, all of them were holding sharp blades and God¡¯s Stones. They already had an advantage in numbers; in addition, Iron Axe and the Divine Lady¡¯s weapons had been confiscated before they entered the room. No matter how strong Iron Axe was, it would be impossible for them to escape. ¡°I should be greatly rewarded for killing the mixed-blood and for giving the descendant of Osha to the Iron Whip clan,¡± he thought. ¡°Maybe I can regain my position as the watchdog for this small oasis.¡± Just then, the princess of Osha stood up and sneered, while she took off her hood, removing the thin veil that covered her face. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders as her beautiful face was revealed. She was indeed a Divine Lady, but¡­ she was not Drow Silvermoon who Thuram was familiar with. None of the Sand women would have a snow-white complexion like her. Her long dark hair spilled down her back like a waterfall and her golden pupils shone with dangerous light. ¡°Who¡­ are¡­¡± Thuram hadn¡¯t even finished his words, while the woman easily dodged a strike from a clansman in front of her and then punched another clansman in his face. The dark-haired Divine Lady didn¡¯t need to use a weapon, her fists were actually more powerful than iron hammers. With a muffled thump, the clansman directly in front of her had been knocked into the air and smashed through the wooden wall, falling from the second floor! ¡°¡­you?¡± As he finished his query, a second clansman had been hit and also thrown through the wall. The tavern immediately fell into chaos. A chilly gust of wind blew in, swaying the flames in the fireplace. The Divine Lady didn¡¯t stop fighting, instead, she moved as if dancing with the wind. Her shadow was amplified by the firelight and it horrified Thuram. ¡°Why? Didn¡¯t my clansmen all wear God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation?¡± He had bought the God¡¯s stones from Graycastle with lots of gold royals. Common people deserved to have a chance when fighting the Divine Ladies, but why was she not restrained by the magic stone at all? The fourth clansman fell to the ground, spitting blood. He had been kicked in the spine by her from behind and almost snapped him in half. Even a diving Four-winged Eagle couldn¡¯t hit more powerfully than that! No one lasted more than one round. In just a moment, Iron Axe, the Divine Lady, and Thuram were the only ones left standing. ¡°Damn it, come here quickly, all of you. Someone is causing trouble on the second floor.¡± ¡°Where¡¯s our Head?¡± ¡°Why the hell didn¡¯t you watch the door?¡± ¡°A guest has been smashed to death!¡± Rapid footsteps could be heard on the stairs. By the sound of it, many people were coming to the Head¡¯s room, unfortunately, the tip of a blade had been placed against Thuram¡¯s throat. ¡°Wait, don¡¯t come in, all of you!¡± He shouted at the door, regardless of the piercing pain where the blade had nicked his skin. A cold sweat oozed from the pores on his forehead. ¡°Head?¡± ¡°Go downstairs! Now!¡± Thuram sadly found that Iron Axe had been right, and his courage was indeed less than what he claimed. In the face of a death threat, his first thought was to compromise rather than fight against it. Perhaps, from the beginning, he was never a moribund who had the hope of rising from the ashes like a phoenix. Instead, he was a half-dead who was trapped by his hesitation. ¡°Now can we talk about it?¡±Iron Axe said calmly. ¡°Even if I promised, nothing would change! The watchdogs here are supported by the Iron Whip and Cut Bone clans. You have made such a mess here. Do you think they won¡¯t know it? Iron Sand City will hear the news tomorrow!¡± Thuram growled, ¡°It¡¯s impossible to summon the clansmen within such a short time. Besides, most of them have become slaves to other clans. Even if they¡¯re willing to come back, they¡¯ll be defeated easily by the warriors cultivated by the larger clans. If you don¡¯t want to die here, you¡¯d better escape from the oasis now!¡± ¡°As I said before, I didn¡¯t expect you to defeat the watchdogs.¡± Thuram grit his teeth and thought, ¡°What does he mean? If he really is so powerful, why doesn¡¯t he become a challenger directly? Why does he want my support?¡± Unless¡­ Unless the force he gathered hadn¡¯t been from the Southernmost Region! When the realization hit, the old Head felt his heart tremble in horror. Did they launch the holy duel in the name of another clan? Suddenly, they heard thunder dully break twice outside the window. It was not very loud and seemed to come from a great distance. Surprisingly, Thuram did not see any lightning streaking across the sky. Common sense would dictate that lightning should precede thunder. Suddenly, the expression on Iron Axe¡¯s face finally changed. ¡°Listen, thunder is coming.¡± Chapter 746 Chapter 746: A Burning Night Translator: Transn Editor: Meh The light from the explosion flashed like a firefly in the night. Van¡¯er raised his telescope and looked toward the oasis. The burning torches became the best way to find their targets. The torches became more intensive the closer they were to Iron Sand City. Thousands of flashing flames clearly illuminated the camp of Sand Nation, which was the main target of the artillery battalion. After a while, the sound of a large explosion came from the depths of the oasis. ¡°The landing locations seem a bit unorganized,¡± muttered Cat¡¯s Claw who was also observing. ¡°That¡¯s the best we could do. You know, it¡¯s difficult to set the cannon on the sand so we can only use the first shots as tests.¡± Jop replied while loading the shell into the barrel for the next firing. ¡°Anyway, try to shoot further. If the shell falls on the head of His Excellency Iron Axe, we¡¯ll be done for.¡± ¡°Rest assured. The tavern is far from the camp. If we hit it by mistake, the shooting manuals written by the sages should be rewritten.¡± Rodney tightened the firing rope and shouted, ¡°Ready!¡± ¡°Fire!¡± Van¡¯er nodded. The two Longsong Cannons fired again with deafening roars. Flames that escaped from the muzzle briefly lit up the ground in front of them and raised enough dust to hit them on their faces, causing the crowd to shut their eyes. The small oasis was not really a town. It was merely a fortress formed by the clans outside Iron Sand City. None of the houses were made of brick and stone, and most of them were just tents of leather and cloth except some small buildings and watch towers. Therefore, the damage from the Longsong Cannons was surprisingly good. Van¡¯er noticed that no matter where the shell landed, the area would be dark for a second but soon light up again. The explosion knocked over tents and torches, and then the oil of torches mixed with other flammable building material, forming more dazzling flames. This was the first time the artillery battalion of First Army had to use the method of measuring distances and arranging artillery positions according to the firing table. The result could not be described as ideal, but fortunately, the vulnerable and flammable targets made up for this flaw. After several rounds of shooting, the camp of the Sand Nation had been lit into a large fire, while several bright flames were spreading with the help of the roaring evening wind. It was going to ignite the entire oasis. Though he was not experiencing the power of artillery first hand, Van¡¯er could imagine exactly what sort of predicament the so-called watchdogs were now in. Overwhelming and unavoidable, this was the Lord of War praised by His Majesty. Praise the cannon! Praise the large-caliber cannon! He proudly glanced at the Gun Battalion, lying in ambush, and the machine gun squads on both sides and once again felt fortunate that he had made the right choice. The future of warfare would be dominated by cannons. As for flintlocks¡­ they would only be suitable for supporting the cannons or clearing the battlefield, but nothing more. ¡­ It was after quite a while before Thuram recovered from the earth-shattering explosions. Until now, his ears had been buzzing, as if he had been slapped in his face. Was that the thunder that Iron Axe had mentioned? After deep thunder and sharp howls, a watch tower not far from the tavern was suddenly engulfed by a fireball and the whole tower split into pieces within seconds. At the same time, the roar of the explosion caused his ears to lose hearing for a moment. Through the smashed holes in the wall, he saw many tents were ignited by the splashing bonfire and then became even larger bonfires. People screamed and ran out of the fire, rolling, and struggling on the ground in an attempt to quench the flames. Unfortunately, few of them were lucky enough to do that. Some of the sand people near the watch tower fell down unconscious. They were not fatally injured, but they could never stand up again. Damn, this was not thunder, but heavenly fire falling into the mortal world! Only the Heavenly Father could have such a terrible power. Thuram thought such a violent attack would not last long, but he soon found himself to be wrong. He heard the sound of thunder every couple of minutes which was then followed by fireballs and explosions. He also noticed that the fireballs were scattered at the very beginning, but soon concentrated on the center of the oasis. That was where the watchdogs lived. Different from the vassal clans, the watchdogs occupied the most fertile land in the oasis. However, at the moment, it had become a hell. A fire raged as if the sky was burning. He looked at Iron Axe differently now. ¡°By the name of Three Gods¡­ you do not have such strength!¡± Thuram asked with a husky and trembling voice, ¡°Who did you submit to? Those northerners?¡± ¡°A merciful king,¡± Iron Axe replied, ¡°he¡¯ll bring order and safety to the Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan.¡± ¡°This is imposs¡­¡± He subconsciously wanted to say ¡°impossible¡±, but when he saw the sea of ??fire spreading throughout the oasis, the last syllable got caught in his throat and could not be uttered. ¡°Unfortunately, not all people are willing to accept such a system. The oasis feeds the Sand Nation, but at the same time imprisons their thoughts. Killing and framing came from fighting for survival. How ironic that the oasis, that should support life, is soaked with blood. As for the watchdogs, the large clans keep them in power and make our clansmen suffer in sand and drought. I have to say, that¡¯s a stupid and short-sighted thing to do.¡± ¡°If these words were spoken by the northerners, I would not be surprised, but by you, Iron Axe¡­¡± Thuram shook his head painfully. ¡°As a mixed-blood grown up in the desert, how can you be so naive? Did you forget that the oasis is limited and can¡¯t support the growing population if we don¡¯t fight for the territories? Unless Mojins are able to overpower Graycastle, we can¡¯t leave the desert. Cooperation and submission will end up in death as the northerners will never really trust us. The fall of the Black Bone and Sandstone Clans is the proof of that!¡± In order to receive rich territory, these two clans ,which should have the opportunity to live in Iron Sand City, chose to offer their service to Garcia, Queen of Clearwater. What did they get? It was understood that everyone was fed a strange pill and eventually turned into rotten flesh and the Queen¡¯s promise became meaningless. ¡°Can we never gain real trust?¡± Iron Axe said with a slight sigh, ¡°I used to think so, but the evidence that I have seen tell me that some people are born to break routine.¡± Suddenly, Thuram heard a burst of galloping outside the tavern, which became more and more frequent. He knew that the counterattack team of the watchdogs was assembling. They might lose the courage to fight, but their skills and horsemanship were not lost. As long as any enemies emerged near the oasis, they would go for them like bloodthirsty sandworms. When he was about to remind Iron Axe, he was grabbed by his collar and drawn to the window. Not far away, he saw more burning torches moving toward the desert outside the oasis. Apparently, these watchdogs picked up the attackers¡¯ scent. However, both Iron Axe and the dark-haired Divine Lady were at ease. It seemed that they did not care about this cavalry team. ¡°What did I say before? Not everyone is happy to accept the new order¡­ The watchdogs thought they can stop the thunder,¡± the mixed-blood whispered in his ear as if he was pronouncing his fate, ¡°But whether you accept it or not, the new order will come.¡± Chapter 747 Chapter 747: The Sniper Translator: Transn Editor: Meh The night was not the perfect hour to fight. The sun and the moon both became invisible during the Months of Demons. Dismal light spilled across the heaving desert, faintly tracing the curve of sand hills. The area which light failed to penetrate was, in contrast, pitch dark. Given the poor lighting condition, torches became necessities for either attacking or defending. When glitters of fires emerged here and there in the oasis¡¯ direction, Danny polished his clip, slipped it into the loading port and bolted. ¡°Attention, enemies are coming.¡± ¡°I saw them.¡± He first mimicked Malt¡¯s voice and then replied to himself. In this way, he could pretend that Malt was still fighting beside him as his protector, although Malt was no longer a member of the sniper team. Shortly after Danny had been released from his detention and sent back to the gun battalion, Brian had come to see him and brought him a brand new flintlock. It was exactly the one he was holding right now. Although the new flintlock did not look any different from the bolt gun used by the sniper team, he knew at once that it was a masterpiece after weighing it in the hand. Like longswords that bore a similar looking, some of them were casually forged by blacksmiths just for training purposes; some of them, however, were splendid weapons, whose blade could bite into flesh as easily as cutting through cheese. The metal part of the barrel gleamed, its surface as smooth as a maid¡¯s skin. The joints were all polished like a work of art. The gun was perfectly molded without any prickly feelings. What surprised Danny most was the monocular telescope on the top. The lens was engraved with two straight, crisscrossed fine lines, the intersection of which exactly aligned with the place where a bullet should land. Danny did not understand why the distant target, which had been blurry and tiny earlier, became clear and visible instantly when he looked through the telescope. This meant that the shooting range of the gun had, in a way, been extended. During the testing shooting session, Danny had further verified his theory. He had noticed that the new flintlock was much more accurate than an ordinary bolt gun. When there was no or little wind, he could successfully hit the humanoid target 500 meters away with a headshot at an accuracy of 90%. When he had learned that the weapon had been specially made for him by His Majesty, Danny had almost burst into tears. Despite his misconduct, he was still given high hopes by his Majesty and was even granted the power to freely choose his shooting positions. Danny knew he had nothing to pay back the king for his benevolence but his own life. When Brian had asked him whether he wanted to select a protector, however, Danny had declined the offer immediately. He had his own protector already. It was this gun. And Malt. Like his commander had predicted, more firelights emerged and they covered the desert like fallen stars. Before every battle, the superiors would usually disclose the operation intention and operation target to each team in detail so that soldiers would know when they should expect to see the battle end. For example, the cannon unit would lit bonfires at their rampart and fire every seven minutes or so to entice enemies to start counterattacks, for the purpose of bleeding off strength from the watchdog clan and thereby preparing for the general attack at dawn. The lit battlement would attract enemies¡¯ attention, whereas controlling the firing rate was to avoid a fierce, swift bombard that tended to directly disperse the roving enemies. Of course, Danny knew the artillery battalion did not have the capability to control their firing rate. Soldiers from the artillery battalion had no idea how many resources were available for them. They were all arrogant, incompetent fighters who probably could not even transport basic equipment to the desert had the witch named Hummingbird not helped them. Compared with those useless idiots, soldiers from the gun battalion were much more productive. Each soldier in the gun battalion was responsible for carrying both weapons and ammunition. There were a dozen carriages in total, over half of which carried cannon and machine gun shells. One wooden box was only able to house two howitzers. If they fought in the same way as they did during the exercise, two Longsong cannons would consume all the ammunition they took with them in an hour. If the ammunition was exhausted, they would have nothing to fire. Although Danny admitted that the exercise was magnificent, he always thought tons of gold royals were burned each time they fired. Unfortunately, too ignorant and conceited to understand that all the expenses incurred were actually borne by His Majesty¡¯s treasury, the soldiers from the artillery battalion simply viewed such remarkable power as their own. If one day His Majesty stopped financially supporting them, these soldiers would be absolutely nothing compared with the gun battalion! Therefore, the real reason for controlling the firing rate was to reserve some ammunition for future emergencies, rather than avoid the dispersion of enemies. They probably had to wait for another one or two weeks before new recruits provided supplies and new ammunition to the oasis. When the firelight at the very front was lured into the First Army¡¯s ambush, Danny raised his telescope. ¡°Norther¡­ly wind, relatively strong. Your target is about 700 meters away.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome.¡± Danny muttered to himself, his hand on the trigger. Considering the accuracy would be greatly affected at night, he did not position himself too far away from the battlement. Instead, he decided to shoot across the field. In this way, he would not lose sight of his enemies even if they were charging forward on their warhorses. Sand Nation was indeed barbarians good at fighting on horseback. The dispersed firelights had gradually formed a straight line by the time they charged. The patterings of hooves drummed the ground in a chorus and gradually grew faster. Meanwhile, those warriors tossed the torches and drew out their swords. As their swords reflected no light, the roaring battlement of the artillery became the most distinctive landmark Danny could see. Just then, numerous flickers suddenly appeared at the two sandhills flanking in the shadow. ¡°Tuk, tuk, tuk¡­¡± The sharp, crisp sound of machine guns mixed with the drumming horse hooves officially marked the commencement of the battle. As there was no field artillery, heavy machine guns became the weapons with the longest shooting range. Bullets streamed out and swept over the charging warriors. The desert instantly began to thunder. Danny could hear people shrieking, cursing and yelling. Shadows seemed to move even faster in the darkness. Danny paid them no mind. His eyes were fixed on the enemy at the very front. ¡°500 meters. I got you.¡± It was not easy to locate his target at a moonless night. He could barely discern the figure of the charging enemy. However, the battle was not an exercise either. He did not have to shoot his head to score. A shot in any parts of the enemy¡¯s body would be enough to take him down. This applied to both the mount and the rider. Danny pulled the trigger. The barrel slightly trembled. He was exhilarated by the smoke of gunpowder. Danny did not see where the bullet landed, nor did he notice any spilled blood. The enemy simply died with a quiver and fell off the horse. ¡°This is my hunting ground,¡± thought Danny. ¡°This is where I should stay.¡± ¡°Did you just see that, Malt?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be distracted. Your next target is coming.¡± ¡°Ah, place the matter in my hand.¡± Chapter 748 Chapter 748: A New Osha Clan Translator: Transn Editor: Meh As dusk deepened and the darkness seeped through clouds, both parties found it difficult to continue with the battle. Evidently, once the landing spots of bullets and their targets were indiscernible, the shooting accuracy of the machine gun squad would drop drastically. Although the number of machine guns invested in this operation was not comparable to that in Coldwind Ridge, they could still stop the cavalrymen from charging quite well. When their enemies tossed the torches, there would always be a few dozen people making their way through the barrage fire, howling while dashing toward the artillery and thereby becoming Danny¡¯s shooting targets. On the other hand, the enemies could not tell where their real threats lay. They neither saw their companions shatter under fire nor did they know what weapon exactly stood between the two sand hills on either side. Without a torch, the cavalrymen behind did not quite know what had truly happened to their companions at the front. They could only hear the roar of cannons not far away and see the flickering lights on the sides. To them, the thundering cannons were apparently more threatening than unmanned sand hills on the sides. Because of this, the watchdog was not crushed at once but they continuously charged forward like endless foaming tides. For those seasoned clan warriors, they believed constant slashing and charging was the best way to dismantle enemies¡¯ wills and lower their morale. Speed represented power. No slave or mercenary could ever defy their ceaseless attack. They believed once the defensive line, no matter how impregnable it was, was broken through by cavalry, their enemies would soon fall into chaos. This created a perfect opportunity for Danny to prey. It was not long before he shot the 20th enemy down. Meanwhile, Danny also noticed a strange phenomenon: many times he took aim at an enemy at the very front, only to find that his prey had been taken by someone else. As if someone were competing with him. It was more than that, however. What thrilled Danny was that this sniper hiding in the darkness appeared to be an exquisite hunter. Because all his enemies fell to the same side. If his competitor was facing enemies like him, the target would fall backward when being shot in the torso. If he hit the mount, then the enemy would be thrown off the horse and fell forward. Danny did not really know the mechanism behind this, but his prediction was mostly accurate. The fact that the target fell to one side meant that the shooter was close to one of the sand hills and always shot his enemy in the torso rather than his mount. What does that imply? It indicated that the hunter could not only capture the darting horserider in the dismal light but could also predict where his target was heading before each firing. As the crisp winds in the desert were always variable and unforeseeable, the fact that the hunter could still maintain such an astonishing accuracy really showed that his shooting was a masterstroke. Is there really such an excellent sniper in the army? Is he a member of the precision shooting squad, or a person like him, a soldier from the gun battalion who was picked out by His Majesty and given a new bolt gun? Danny could barely suppress his excitement. He sped up what he was doing. He did not want to lose to his rival. Especially when Malt was looking up to him. ¡°Only one left on your right hand, 250 meters away from the defensive line.¡± ¡°He¡¯s mine now.¡± ¡­ The roar of thunders finally died down in the second half of the night, but Thuram did not hear the cheers of returning warriors which he had been anticipating. Although the watchdog was caught unprepared, based on the number of torches, there were nearly 2,000 summoned warriors who participated in the battle. No matter they had lost or won, he should have heard something back from them by now. Nevertheless, after thundering yells and shouts gradually faded away, the night fell deadly silent, as though the 2,000 people had all been engulfed by a giant monster, both flesh and bones. Thuram sent all the clansmen who came to rescue to put out the blazes as Iron Axe had instructed. The fires in the oasis were thus gradually quenched. He was not sure whether he should rejoice or lament. Watchdogs had never ceased their oppression of his clansmen. Thuram had always dreamed that they would, one day, meet some misfortunes, for example, enraging the big clan in the city or being miserably defeated by some challenger who rose abruptly. He would take delight in any woes that rested upon them. But he had not expected that this new challenger was Iron Axe. It seemed that Iron Axe also planned to involve him in this tumult of battle that aimed to select the strongest clan. Perchance he should persuade Iron Axe to first hold the bloodstained place before considering to take the next step. It was true that the golden-eyed Divine Lady coming with him was powerful, but¡­ the one from Raging Flare clan was not so easy to deal with as well. As Raging Flare clan was the biggest clan among all, they could decide how the duel should take place. If they chose to have a one-on-one hand-to-hand combat, Thuram did not think the Iron Axes¡¯ Divine Lady would win. A holy duel was said to be the most open and fairest competition, it was actually, however, more a competition between the two clans. Each of the clan could not only set up traps for the other prior to the duel, but they could also frame their rivals in the ring as well. Skillful warriors was definitely not a guarantee of an eventual victory. For that, the exile of Osha clan had provided the best example. What bewildered him the most, nonetheless, was why the King of Graycastle had a sudden interest in the desert. To northerners, the desert always represented barbarism and primitiveness. Northerners forbade Sand Nation to set foot in their kingdoms. They did not want to meddle in disputes among clans either. Only tradesmen traveled back and forth between the desert and kingdoms, and they usually traded slaves only. Plus, what did Iron Axe mean by ¡°order and oasis¡±? It was rumored that only Three Gods Emissary could cultivate an oasis in the desert and stop storms. Another saying was that the Southernmost Region had originally been a verdant land covered with green grass and trees, interspersed with singing brooks. It was the death of the emissary that made the land patched and wasted like the one today. When Three Gods dispatched their new emissary, the Southernmost Region would once again become prosperous. However, it was simply a legend shrouded in mystery. Nobody had ever made this happen; otherwise, Sand Nation would not fight for water and food all the year round. While he was waiting in anxiety, dawn finally broke in the east with a dagger of daylight streaking the sky. Then Thuram heard a distant, strange roar of horns. The sound was not as dull and low as the blare of an ox horn, but it was sharper and crisper like a repetitive ticking¡­ Shortly afterward, a peculiar army emerged at the border of the oasis. The soldiers lined up horizontally and approached the bloodstained place with an irresistible force. They then started a bitter battle with the watchdog. It might not be that fierce though, for a group of clan warriors, who dashed forward with swords, all fell to the ground after a series of ¡°crack, crack¡± of gunshots. The rest of the warriors dispersed immediately, paying their moaning companions no mind. After the soldiers entered the oasis, they quickly occupied the several watchtowers and encircled the tavern. When that blue-gray haired, dark-skinned lady came into the room, Thuram knew he had no other choices. Although he had not seen her for seven or eight years, he could still perceive some resemblances between her and her mother. Thuram went to his knee in front of Drow Silvermoon, his forehead touching the cold floor. He said in a raucous voice, ¡°I swear to Three Gods that my clansmen and I will be at your service. From now on, you¡¯ll be the chief of the new Osha clan.¡± Chapter 749 Chapter 749: Osha¡¯s Present Translator: Transn Editor: Meh The moment Rubaka Bloodwhip got out of the bed, he heard the news about the change in the ownership of the small oasis in the northwest. ¡°Really?¡± His brows furrowed. Although he had also seen glimmers of fires in the oasis, he had not expected Howling clan would be obliterated over one night. He tried to think of a newly established clan that possessed such impressive power but could not name any. Rubaka patted his concubine lying next to him to usher her out. After the woman wrapped herself up in a blanket and withdrew, he turned to his men and said, ¡°Fill me in.¡± ¡°Yes, Mr. Chief. According to the people who fled from the oasis, it appeared the fire wasn¡¯t caused by the challenger lurking there but was actually a fire from heaven induced by the Father God¡­¡± ¡°Nonsense!¡± Rubaka coughed out a spittle. ¡°Those cravens just blame everything on Three Gods when they come across trouble. I¡¯m going to hang all of them above the gate of Iron Sand City!¡± The clansman replied hesitatively, ¡°but¡­ I sent someone to the camps at the small oasis this morning. What they found seemed to be consistent with the description¡­ There¡¯re many holes as black as pitch in the ground. Corpses and fragments of building materials are everywhere. It doesn¡¯t look like a simple arson.¡± ¡°Fragments?¡± ¡°Yes. Men were torn to pieces as if a huge sandworm or burrow scorpion had plodded on the campground.¡± The clansman was careful to choose his words. ¡°Most people who stayed in the camp died miserably, while those who went to seek pleasure outside fought back. Yet they were vanquished even before they saw their rivals.¡± ¡°In other words, those fools were ambushed and all ran for life without even approaching their enemies? So what now? Haven¡¯t they even figured out which clan took the small oasis?¡± Rubaka started to suspect whether he had been too generous to the watchdog. He had made a great effort in persuading them to work for him, but their performance was indeed disappointing. Could it be possible that they had lived too comfortably for so long that meat and mead had made them more drunken and lecherous than he desired them to be? ¡°My men are investigating and we should soon receive some information from them.¡± The clansman hesitated for a moment and then said, ¡°I heard some refugees say that they¡¯ve seen many northerners.¡± ¡°Northerners¡­¡± Hearing this, Rubaka began to take this matter seriously. He walked to the window, naked, and looked in the northwestern direction. The fires had been extinguished long before. He could only see tendrils of dark smoke rise into the air at a distance. Although Howling clan was drawn over to his side and served as his watchdog through the joint effort of both Ironwhip and Bonegrinding clans, he did not care much about their survival. After Rubaka settled down in Iron Sand City, he came to understand that the challenger system was actually more a safeguard established by the six clans than a qualification test. A holy duel was simply a small fight, whereas battles provoked by challengers for the ownership of the small oasis could be considered as a full-fledged war. It was common for two small clans to drown each other in blood, for the oasis was a fat piece of meat that every clan who wished to strengthen their power drooled for, even if they did not plan to set foot in Iron Sand City. No matter which party eventually won, the victory usually cost dear and both parties would need a considerably long time to recover. During the time when challengers were recuperating, big clans could easily convince those small clans to work for them as watchdogs through either bribing or duress. It was particularly easy to persuade those who believed that the compromising was just temporary and that they would sooner or later challenge the big clan to another duel. Practically, in the end, none of them managed to toll the holy bell of Iron Sand City. Because by that time, new challengers would emerge and struck out the old watchdog. In this way, big clans were able to remain in a relatively secure position without being consumed by the war. Now, since Ironwhip had risen to the fourth place on the ranking, it was unlikely that challengers would seek him as their rival even if they planned to start an immediate duel. That was why the change of the ownership of the small oasis had not really alarmed him. But the appearance of northerners had changed the whole story. Queen of Clearwater, for instance, had created quite a big commotion in Iron Sand City. In fact, many people yearned for the evergreen land in the north and were even willing to reduce to slaves or sellswords to live there. The departure of two potential challengers had once left the small oasis unmanned and thus attracted many people who wanted to rule this land to start Divine Challenges. It was the chaos created by this temporary disorder that made Rubaka¡¯s clan the fourth biggest one. What game are they playing this time? ¡°Keep an eye on those people and let me know what¡¯s exactly happened.¡± Rubaka turned around and instructed his clansman. ¡°Which city are those northerners from? How many of them? What weapon do they carry? What do they want? I want to know all of these!¡± ¡°Yes, Mr. Chief!¡± Perhaps it was time for him to discuss the matter with the other big clans. The rule in the Southernmost Region was that no outsiders should meddle in their affairs! ¡­ Nonetheless, Rubaka Bloodwhip received a piece of incredible news in the afternoon. ¡°What did you say? Osha clan?¡± ¡°That¡¯s what they say. The banners in the oasis have all been replaced with ones with the sigil of Osha clan. I also saw Princess Osha who was traded as a slave. She¡¯s now a Divine Lady and is calling on her clansmen. There¡¯re a lot of people responding to her call!¡± How¡­ can this be possible? Rubaka was not ignorant of the kingdoms in the north. A Divine Lady was viewed as a representation of evil in Graycastle. Their social status was even lower than that of a slave girl in Sand Nation, not to mention a Divine Lady slave. He wondered how she won the support from northerners and returned to the Southernmost Region to exact her revenge along with her northern followers? Rubaka smelled sheer folly but was also a little rattled by the news. Mojins had been forced to confine their activities to the desert up until now not because they preferred the desert as their dwellings, but because they did not have the capability to confront Graycastle. If Osha clan supported by northerners planned to wage a war against Iron Sand City, all the clans would come together to fight back. If they, however, only intended to weed him out, would the other clans help Ironwhip? The answer was there. Damn! Rubaka smashed the wine glass to the ground and stomped on it. It instantly broke to pieces. ¡°If you want to avenge your father¡¯s death through a holy duel, then I¡¯m right here waiting for you!¡± Rubaka said within himself insolently. ¡°Northerners may have finer weapons and they might outnumber us, but when it comes to a duel, Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan are the most valiant warriors! I¡¯ll let you know the taste of despair!¡± Just at that moment, another clansman entered the hall. ¡°Mr. Chief, Osha clan has sent a present to us.¡± ¡°What?¡± Rubaka felt his temples throbbing. ¡°A present?¡± ¡°Yes. It¡¯s right in the yard.¡± ¡°Take me there.¡± He ground his teeth. ¡­ It was a huge wooden box, as tall as a grown person, its width half of its height. The box, which was assembled by a few ordinary planks, with an iron nail staked at each corner, looked nothing unusual from the outside. ¡°Where¡¯s the courier?¡± Rubaka asked. ¡°Already gone.¡± ¡°How many of them?¡± ¡°Well¡­ only one.¡± ¡°Only one?¡± He raised his brows and kicked the box. The box rolled over on the ground, producing loud clanks and clinks. Obviously, there was something in it. Yet based on the weight of the box, the stuff seemed to be pretty light as though the box were hollow. Rubaka wondered if there were torn limbs and flesh, or human skins in it. Apart from a bluff, he could not think of anything else. Rubaka commanded coolly, ¡°Take it to Stone Castle. Let¡¯s see what game they¡¯re playing.¡± Chapter 750 Chapter 750: An Unexpected Thunder Translator: Transn Editor: Meh After his men opened the wooden box, he saw the ¡°present¡± in it. It was a coffin. A finely crafted coffin. The coffin was hemmed with luxurious gold foil, decorated with beautiful lacquer paintings. The pattern on the coffin¡¯s lid was a black short whip, which was exactly Iron Whip clan¡¯s sigil. Rubaka Bloodwhip stiffened before breaking into a half-sneering smile ¡°That¡¯s it? I thought they would give me something scarier than this.¡± He shook his head. ¡°I was expecting a head, ears or a man¡¯s skins¡­ which is how Iron Sand City normally handles this kind of matter. A coffin? The Southernmost Region doesn¡¯t need such a frivolous thing!¡± The dead here would all be dumped in the desert, buried in scorching sands and eventually reduce to skeletons. No matter how prominent and distinguished he once had been, death made them all equal. Only people from the north needed those awkward wooden cases. They seemed to like locking themselves up in this cage of eternity after their deaths. ¡°The whore of Osha thought this would frighten me?¡± Rubaka breathed heavily. ¡°Perchance she¡¯s forgotten how a Sand Nation usually makes threats after being a slave in Graycastle for so long.¡± Nonetheless, the humiliation made Rubaka¡¯s blood all rush to his head. ¡°Get me the ax!¡± he yelled. Soon a clansman entered with a huge cast-iron ax on his shoulder. The hilt of the ax was nearly of a man¡¯s height, its glinty black blade as big as a man¡¯s skull. Although Rubaka was the chief of Iron Whip clan, his favorite weapon was this giant, heavy battle ax. It worked perfectly for slaughtering desert beasts and beheading his challengers. Nothing could possibly compete with the absolute power of this ax. Once being hit, the person would die instantly at a single blow even if he was wearing an armor which northerners typically wore. The ax had also tasted the blood of Osha clan, including women¡¯s and children¡¯s. Rubaka had forgotten to tell Drow Silvermoon that those exiles did not make their trip to Endless Cape because he had taken a detour aforetime and arrived there ahead of them. They had all been slashed in the desert. He did not fear retribution but simply enjoyed killing. A coffin? Get lost. Rubaka coughed out a spittle and howled. He held up the battle ax, aimed at the coffin lid patterned with the iron whip and then gave it a full swing¡­ ¡°Crack!¡± A number of sparks flew off the blade as if it had hit something hard like iron or stones. The coffin did not split in half as he had anticipated. From the vibration of the hilt, Rubaka knew the pretty wooden case was actually stuffed with items rather than being empty! But it was too late. Following the sparks, a streak of dazzling light came out of the coffin and soon lit up the entire hall. The lit area expanded immediately as the light spread and flared out. Rubaka, however, did not see any of these. When the light flitted across him, his eyes and tongue were torn to bits by the strength of rapidly expanded airwaves. Subsequently, his head, limbs and inner organs were all torn apart¡­ All the residents in Iron Sand City witnessed an incredible scene when they heard a ground-shaking bang. Flames and smoke escaped from the bottom of the stonewatch of Rising Sun like raging underground fire; the garden wall was practically wiped out by a giant visible hand. The whole stone castle sprang up abruptly before it collapsed in the heavy smoke. First, the wall sank, followed by the pillars and the roof. As more stones fell off, more smoke erupted from the ground. In the end, a column of smoke rose out of the crumpled stone castle, soared into the clouds, and then finally blended with the overcast sky. ¡°A Tower of Babel¡± seemed to be suddenly erected in Iron Sand City ¡­ Thuram in Oasis Tavern also witnessed the explosion. He did not understand what the story Iron Axe had told him earlier exactly referred to until a moment ago. The coffin filled with snow powder, the weight reduced by the Divine Lady, the flint closely attached to the lid and the lanyard connected to the ceiling¡­ All of these would trigger a roar of thunders no matter how the coffin was opened. Whether by force or through a regular procedure, the explosion was inevitable. Although he had no knowledge of snow powder or lanyards, he understood what a thunderbolt was. Thuram could imagine how frightful this unexpected thunder was, for the blast, although distant, could be heard somewhere several miles away, and the column of smoke could be even detected at the bloodstained place. If the coffin was truly the cause of such a horrific scene in Iron Sand City, it was very likely that the chief of Iron Whip clan had already died. The only thing that Thuram had failed to predict was that Iron Axe actually took action on Iron Whip clan, the fourth strongest clan, prior to the duel, not to mention the vengeance was inflicted in such a blatant way. ¡°You¡­¡± He stared at Iron Axe, who remained unperturbed, in astonishment, failing to articulate his sentence. Iron Axe explained nonchalantly, ¡°Rubaka Bloodwhip profaned the holy duel back then. He also failed Three Gods¡¯ expectation. How can I have a fair fight with a guy who has been disqualified at the Land of Fire? Rubaka and his clan are all cowards. I¡¯ve never treated them as my rivals since the beginning.¡± ¡°But¡­ Ironwhip is essentially a big clan¡­¡± Iron Axe shook his head. ¡°That¡¯s exactly why I let them die in this way rather than allow them to die with honor in a ring. Plus, Osha clan won¡¯t violate Three Gods¡¯ rules. Once our rivals yield, we¡¯ll lay down our weapons and exempt them from death.¡± He paused for a second and then said, ¡°Think about it. Were you the chief of Ironwhip, what would you do when you¡¯re informed that Osha clan has come back?¡± Thuram instantly understood what Iron Axe meant. It was true that a person who had once broken the rule was very likely to commit wrongdoings again. A person who disobeyed Three Gods¡¯ rules would cause incessant trouble. Even if he attempted to reverse his defeat eight years ago through a holy duel, he would probably keep harassing and framing his rivals before and after the fight. It would be better to completely destroy him than constantly having your eyes peeled. ¡°But¡­ if Rubaka didn¡¯t open the coffin or destroy it, your plan would have failed.¡± Thuram blurted out his last question. ¡°The chief of Ironwhip were in nature aggressive and savage. He liked to destroy and slaughter. It¡¯s as easy to read his mind as to read a monkey¡¯s.¡± Iron Axes curled up his lips into a smile. ¡°Plus, the coffin full of snow powder was just the very beginning of my plan, an appetizer, so to speak. Even if Rubaka luckily survived, there was much more awaiting him¡­ Now it seems that Three Gods won¡¯t protect a traitor.¡± Thuram shuddered at these words. He had sworn to Three Gods when he had pledged fealty to Drow Silvermoon and the new Osha clan. Iron Axe¡¯s last sentence was also a warning to him. ¡°Now we can crack into the business.¡± The mixed-blood patted Thuram on his shoulder, utterly unabashed. ¡°The reason I¡¯ve picked you is that you know everything about Iron Sand City. People in the oasis told me that there¡¯s nothing about the desert that you don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°It¡¯s simply because I¡¯ve been living here for a long time and heard a lot of stories.¡± After witnessing how the watchdog had been defeated overnight and how the explosion had brought upon Iron Whip clan a swift destruction, Thuram showed more respect to Iron Axe, Princess Osha and Graycastle that supported them. ¡°I¡¯ll tell you everything that I know in detail.¡± Iron Axe inclined his head. ¡°Very good. If you want to win the holy duel, you have to first thoroughly investigate your rivals¡­ Let¡¯s begin with warriors from various clans and their Divine Ladies.¡± Chapter 751 Chapter 751: [Devourer] Fran Translator: Transn Editor: Meh ¡­ ¡°Currently, the plan for taking the Southernmost Region is going smoothly. The Iron Whip clan has fallen. Echo entrusted me to send her gratitude to you.¡± ¡°It takes some time to prepare for a holy duel, and I expect that the clans in the Iron Sand City will head for the Land of Fire in a week.¡± ¡°During the interim, I¡¯ve hired some clansmen to mark the location of the underground Styx River. I believe we¡¯ll soon find a Blackwater River relatively close to the coast.¡± ¡°In addition, Your Majesty, how are you going to deal with the Divine Lady of the clan?¡± ¡°With my great respect, Iron Axe.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, this is the message we received from the Southernmost Region.¡± The Sigil of Listening flashed slightly, emitting a red light. Countess Spear paused after reporting, apparently waiting for Roland¡¯s reply. Then Nightingale handed another Sigil over to Roland. She placed the Sigil next to her slim legs on the table where she was seated and Roland couldn¡¯t tell whether she did it on purpose or not. Even though it was not summer, she was still wearing a pair of skinny pants that accentuated her perfect figure. Roland would have to get close to her legs if he wanted to talk into the Sigil. For Roland, this was a dilemma. He did not know whether to gaze directly at her legs or glance at them casually. ¡°Ahem, well done¡­ I mean, Iron Axe.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, are you all right?¡± the Countess inquired. ¡°Your voice is husky. Please, keep warm this winter. You aren¡¯t as strong as the witches.¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± Roland said as he cleared his throat. ¡°Tell Iron Axe to go forward with the plan if the situation is close to what we expected. As for the Divine Lady, he can endeavor to persuade her to come to Neverwinter. But, if she¡¯s unwilling to leave the Southernmost Region, there¡¯s no need to push her.¡± ¡°Is that all?¡± ¡°Yeah. I¡¯ll let you know if I have other requirements.¡± ¡°I see, then I¡¯ll take my leave, Your Majesty.¡± The red light from the Sigil went out. Roland raised his head and exhaled gently. Why was he feeling like he had lost something? Nightingale smiled as she put away the Sigil before slipping off the table and returning to the lounge chair where she could continue to read the picture-story book, ¡°The Witches¡¯ Story,¡± while she chewed on dried fish. Roland curled his upper lip and started to concentrate on the real business at hand. They had applied all of the Sigils of Listening in the Desert Mission. The Countess Spear Passi of Fallen Dragon Ridge is transferring the messages to enable them to reach an instant contact between Neverwinter and the advance troops¡ªalthough calling was still somewhat inconvenient, it was much faster than the traditional way of delivering a message that would cost them a dozen days as well as a carrier pigeon which, though having saved them a lot of time, still took several days. He finally felt he would be able to get an overview of the situation without going out of his territory. Unfortunately, a Sigil of Listening would only work if a witch provided the power. Which meant, at least two Sigils and two witches are necessary for a conversation to transpire, meaning that it would never replace the current communication tools used by common people. Currently, the laying of the first telephone line in the Western Region was underway. It would directly connect the castle office to the City Hall of the Longsong Area. Meanwhile, the second and third lines were also being planned, which, as expected, would connect the City Halls in both areas so that any commands could be passed with just one call in the future. Erecting electrical poles was time-consuming and labor-intensive, and furthermore, even the finished poles were vulnerable to the snow and ice. Considering this, Roland decided to do it in a convenient and safe way by setting the cable along the mountains and burying them in the ground by Lotus. Once the mountain defenses have been established, inevitably the lines would need to increase in order to connect with his office. However, by that time there would be a 10 hand-operated system in place. Aside from that, Roland was also concerned about the relocation of the ancient Taquila witches. Maggie and Lightning had taken on the role of patrol. They increased their scope of investigation to30 miles north of the mountains. This way they could signal an early warning in the case of a large-scale demonic beast attack. After all, the relic of deities that were liable to determine the life and death of the Taquila group deserved to be handled with care. He had talked with Pasha many times over the past two weeks. Their idea was very simple. They decided to let the worm carrier open up a mountain channel leading to the Western Region first, and then choose a place where the rock formation was stable and had fewer forked roads and there they would build a palace. After that, the ancient witches would gradually move carriers, materials, and shells for the God¡¯s Punishment Army to their new dwelling before transporting the Instrument of Divine Retribution and the relic of gods. So far Fran had the best experience relocating, or perhaps Roland should call her¡­ a devouring worm. Roland was unexpectedly shocked when he saw her squirm her chubby body so she could squeeze before the phantom instrument to express her gratitude to him, mouth gaping. Later, he learned from Pasha that witches who integrated into carriers would no longer be able to be stored in God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Both, their perceptions and consciousnesses, were consolidated within the new bodies. The advantage was that the carriers could be used in a rush, but once their current bodies were damaged, they wouldn¡¯t have any other alternative carriers. Indeed, if the witches did not use this method of bonding, they would not be able to manipulate the body even with a lifetime of practice¡ªhow would a person, accustomed to using fingers and limbs, learn to manipulate countless tentacles or a body that had to inch along like a worm? On the contrary, once they had adapted to their peculiar carriers, it was unlikely for them to return to their previous way of life. When Fran was not in use, ancient witches had to put her soul back to the soul container where she would fall asleep forever, for the devouring worm must consume a large amount of food to keep alive. Certainly, it was not a good experience for Fran at all. In a sense, she sacrificed her future for the continuation of the Taquila group, and she had paid a higher price than Pasha and Alethea who had transformed into the original carriers. At least the latter could always watch the world and feel the changes happening in the outside world. So, her gratitude to Roland was palpable. Another key point that made her feel so grateful was that Roland boasted that there would be ongoing work in Neverwinter waiting for Fran. That meant he would be offering her enough food to keep her energetic. Fortunately, the worm was omnivorous and could accept both cereal and meat. ¡°I want to eat hot and seasoned meat porridge, as well as a whole veal with its skin roasted to be greasy!¡± As Fran said that, her mouth began to water. Although the worm¡¯s appearance was a bit ugly, they, like the blob, could sense their external environment in a unique way, which included taste, pain, and temperature. Roland accepted her gratitude in his heart with both laughter and tears. It seemed that no matter the world, the construction industry would always be a huge behemoth that devoured gold. Incidentally, he also asked Pasha what the original and central carrier ate to sustain life. Her answer was mud and high temperatures¡ªwhich was why they liked to stay in magma. The answer relieved Roland slightly, This meant he wouldn¡¯t have to be responsible for supplying food to those who were nearly immortal. Presumably, the blob was more like a plant in the way it gathered energy when compared to the devouring worms. Just as he considered how to plan the mountain defense so the underground military facilities would have an effective connection with the current byroads or even the palace of the ancient witches, there was suddenly the sound of an explosion coming from outside the window. Roland turned and looked out the French window in surprise. He saw black smoke, mixed with some looming flames, rising from the corner of town, where the school would be located. ¡°Nightingale!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll make Sylvie and Phyllis go and take a look. Your Majesty, please don¡¯t leave the office. I¡¯ll be right back!¡± As Nightingale said this, she entered her Mist and disappeared completely. Chapter 752 Chapter 752: Detective Group, Another Strike! Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Lily, Lily, have you heard?¡± Mystery Moon rushed into the bedroom and leaned over to put her face close to Lily¡¯s. ¡°Something happened in the school district!¡± ¡°Stand away. You¡¯re blocking my light.¡± Lily pushed Mystery Moon¡¯s face away and continued to adjust the focal length of her microscope, but she sighed inwardly, thinking that her duplicate test today was going to be chucked out again. ¡°It¡¯s said that there was an explosion as well as a big fire. Who do you think was responsible for that? The church or the demons?¡± ¡°The church has been defeated by His Majesty, and the demons are thousands of kilometers away from us!¡± Lily glanced up at her impatiently. ¡°I suppose it was some idiots who stole the waste of the chemical lab and brought it into the classroom.¡± Similar things happened before. Such as the accident two weeks ago, when a researcher had brought the failed gun cotton back to his home and wanted to use it as a kindling for his stove. As a result, it was ignited by his child accidentally and nearly burned the house to the ground. Hearing about this accident, His Majesty blew up, scolding the person responsible in a voice so loud that it echoed throughout the whole castle. After that, the regulations in the chemical lab were strengthened a lot. Lily had seen the new rules from Scroll. It turned from a thin piece of parchment into a book that was as thick as adult¡¯s forefinger. ¡°But this time there¡¯s an explosion. How can you be so indifferent to what happens in Neverwinter? This is our home!¡± Mystery Moon said eloquently. ¡°Stop bluffing. You are just too curious to wait for the answer!¡± Lily was a little angry. ¡°That¡¯s why we should leave it to some more professional people. By the way, what I¡¯m doing is also for the development of Neverwinter!¡± She paused. ¡°Yet, all you¡¯ve been doing is interfering with my experiment and idling about all the time!¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Mystery Moon revealed a strange smile. ¡°Then what have you achieved so far?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Lily suddenly felt short of breath. ¡°None, right? You¡¯ve been staring at that microscope for more than a year and yet you¡¯ve done nothing helpful for His Majesty, while my electromagnetic power has brought light to His Majesty so that the people could even continue their work at night,¡± Mystery Moon said, having her nose high in the air. ¡°Oh¡­ but I, as always, don¡¯t dislike you, my old friend. To find out the truth of the problem, is also to do His Majesty a favor.¡± ¡°Please dislike me,¡± Lily replied spitefully. She still did not know why she still was still failing to transform the parent population into some specific types of tiny worms. She had already managed to control the shape of parent worms and make them as accurate as possible to the goal worm she wanted the parent worm to assimilate, but she still failed. The young girl faintly felt there must be something missing between them, but she could not find any particular clues. So, other than healing some cold plagues, she had spent most of her time at the microscope after her ability had evolved. The fact that she could neither promote productivity in Neverwinter like Anna and Soraya nor bring joy to everyone like Evelyn still rankled in her mind. Lily did enjoy observing the complex world that could not be seen with naked eyes, but¡­ she also did not want to be a freeloader and contribute nothing to His Majesty, though she would never admit it verbally. Thinking that even the fool, Mystery Moon had surpassed her in achievements, she felt so unpleasant that her heart wrenched. ¡°No, I won¡¯t. I¡¯m sorry¡­ Just take it as keeping my company, Okay?¡± Seeing that pushing Lily did not work out, Mystery Moon immediately changed her strategy. She recovered her beseeching face and held one of Lily¡¯s arms, crying. ¡°It¡¯s not harmful to go out and take a walk. You¡¯ll be suffocated staying indoors all day!¡± Lily found it was hard to turn her down when Mystery Moon acted like that. She impatiently drew her arm out of Mystery Moon¡¯s holding and looked at her, sighing. ¡°I know, but don¡¯t make trouble for His Majesty and Sister Nightingale.¡± ¡°I promise!¡± How did she not notice that Mystery Moon would become so clingy after they got familiar with each other? If she had known it earlier, she would insist on being paired up as roommates with Leaf or Scroll. ¡°So¡­ are we going there now?¡± Lily asked. ¡°Hang on for a while. Some sisters also want to find out the truth. I¡¯ll go and get all of them.¡± As Mystery Moon said, she rushed out of the room, and after 15 minutes or so, she came back with several witches. ¡°Now everyone¡¯s here. Let¡¯s go!¡± Mystery Moon announced. Lily gaped at the five witches behind Mystery Moon. ¡°You¡¯re going to take so many people there?¡± ¡°We also want to be of some help!¡± Amy raised her hand and replied. She, who bonded fast with others, looked even more sprightly than Mystery Moon. ¡°If His Majesty permits¡­¡± Margie, who was a little timid, expressed her idea. ¡°And, I¡­¡± Vanilla tried to say something. ¡°No need to be curious about why she is here, for she must be forced by Mystery Moon,¡± Lily said in her heart. ¡°The thing Mystery Moon said is very interesting. I¡¯ll go with you.¡± Evelyn gave her reason. ¡°Oh, God, even Evelyn is here¡­ Doesn¡¯t she have to make wine today?¡± Lily could not help thinking. ¡°I suppose I¡¯ll just do it in the same way as last time, when we read the test papers in secret. I won¡¯t do my power with someone else staring at me.¡± Summer said at last. She looked rather nervous, but more itching than last time. ¡°Doomed, these guys are all enchanted by Mystery Moon. But she came to you guys for nothing more than more shoulders to carry the responsibility in case of being blamed by His Majesty.¡± But Lily felt relieved to see Summer here, for she knew that if Nightingale or the Ministry of Justice did not take Summer with them to the scene, it meant that the accident in the school was not grave, which, as she had surmised, was witnessed by many people and did not cause any dire consequences. At last, Lily decided to leave it at that and accompany them to hang around. ¡­ Margie summoned the Magic Ark to carry the party to the school district. Through the ark roof, Lily could clearly see things on the ground, which was a fantastic experience for her. Traveling under the ground gave her a feeling of swimming in the seawater, as if when she looked up, she could see the pure blue, rippling sea surface. A police cordon had been pulled up around the school and black-uniformed policemen were guarding each crossing. But this symbolic closure meant nothing compared to the Magic Ark, the party passed through the street and the walls and they entered the school. It was originally a mansion belonging to an aristocrat of Stronghold. After being further expanded by His Majesty, it became the elementary institution of Neverwinter today. However, rather than the houses in the residential district that were made of red brick and cement, most of the rooms here were still made of wood. At this moment, the flame had long been extinguished. Judging from the burned outer wall, they located the place that caught fire on the second floor of the main teaching building, where some wallcoverings had fallen off and the ground was scattered with a pile of glass debris that was probably caused by the explosion. The party waited for a moment under the ground, making sure that no one walked in the school and that the whole building was empty before letting Margie control the Magic Ark to surface from the ground near the school building. Chapter 753 Chapter 753: The Truth Reappears Translator: TransN Editor: TransN They sneaked into the building and quietly made their way up to the second floor. The smell of burnt wood was still present in the corridor where books and pieces of paper were scattered around the floor, presumably left behind by the students who left in a panic. The group of witches followed the smell and soon found the site of the accident: a classroom located at the end of the corridor. After entering the room, Lily noticed that a corner of the room had been charred black and the entire wall had cracked open. The cracks even reached the floor. However, the fire did not seem to have spread very far. Lily could easily see the marks on the ground that were caused by the changes in the intensity of the flames. The pitch black wood near the source of the fire and the obviously less burnt wood at the outer rims formed a ripple-like pattern on the ground. She knew that this was not a fire that started naturally. But what Lily was worried about the most were the cracks that snaked down the wall. They looked almost as if they were the result of ax swings, and the openings seem entirely carbonized. Lily could even feel a faint residual warmth when she touched it with her fingers. ¡°This must be the place.¡± Mystery Moon walked around the corner and said, ¡°Summer, we¡¯ll leave the rest to you.¡± ¡°Okay¡­ But please stop me if someone were to come,¡± Summer walked into the center of the room and summoned her magic power. Thanks to them knowing the exact time of the explosion and the fact that only less than a day had passed since the accident, Summer soon found the time right before the accident. As her magic power gushed out, the damaged walls recovered, and order was restored back to the messy room. Many students appeared in the room, some were taking a nap on their desks while some were happily chatting together. There was no teacher on the teaching podium, meaning that this was probably during a lunch break. Margie and Vanilla, who saw this sight for the first time ever, gasped and could not help exclaiming, but they quickly covered their mouth as were of disturbing Summer. They became quite flustered and almost tripped over as they tried to step back to dodge a ¡°student¡± who walked over and passed through them like a ghost. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. These are just illusions,¡± Evelyn explained enthusiastically. ¡°Summer can create flashbacks of scenes that have already happened.¡± ¡°What¡­ a great ability!¡± Amy praised with admiration. She wasn¡¯t scared at all even though it was also her first time experiencing Summer¡¯s flashback creating ability. ¡°Haha¡­ it¡¯s actually no big deal.¡± Summer touched her head bashfully. ¡°My ability is nothing compared to Sister Nightingale¡¯s.¡± ¡°Nightingale? Do you mean the blonde sister who always follows His Majesty around and barely shows up?¡± ¡°Yeah, she¡¯s the most powerful witch in the Western Region, or maybe in the entire kingdom!¡± ¡°Awesome!¡± Amy said with sparkling eyes. ¡°Wait,¡± Mystery Moon suddenly interrupted them. ¡°Look!¡± Lily frowned. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°Bullying?¡± Evelyn whispered. They saw five or six ten-year-old kids corner two girls, arguing fiercely. Each of the two girls reacted in completely different ways: one stood in the front, reaching out her hands to block the other kids away from the other girl, while the other was cowering behind her with a frightened look. As the universal primary classes did not set a school age, the oldest student in the bully group looked like to be 15 or 16 years old, taller and stronger than the two girls combined. However, the short-haired girl was not intimidated by the other side¡¯s numbers or size and just stood on bravely. The witches could conclude from lip-reading that they were quarreling about where they came from¡­ insults such as ¡°go back to the Eastern Region,¡± and ¡°dogs of the rebel king¡± were being thrown around. Soon, they started to push at each other. The tallest kid struck first, intending to push the girl down to the ground, but as soon as he grabbed the girl¡¯s shoulder with his hands, his knee was kicked by the girl and he fell hard on the ground. The situation in the classroom immediately turned awry. The short-haired girl slipped out of the encirclement as agile as a slippery loach, and aimed another kick towards a fatty, drawing all the attention to herself. At this moment, everyone stopped caring about the currently weeping girl. They all sprang together towards the short-haired girl, who, cunningly, used the other students in the classroom as cover to dodge the attacks. Her small figure helped her to accurately kick the pursuers¡¯ knees or ankles, making them hunch over in pain. ¡°What a ferocious little devil!¡± Mystery Moon was astonished. ¡°Come on. Knock them down!¡± Amy could not help clenching her fist as if she was actually at the scene. ¡°But¡­ she doesn¡¯t have enough strength,¡± Vanilla said with concern. ¡°And continuing to attack the same places will do her no good, since it won¡¯t work a second time.¡± ¡°Oh? How did you know that?¡± Mystery Moon looked at her in surprise. ¡°S-Sorry, I just used to¡­¡± ¡°The Church taught you that, right?¡± Evelyn comforted Vanilla. ¡°That¡¯s okay. You¡¯ve passed His Majesty¡¯s examination and proved that you¡¯re different from the evil Pure Witches.¡± Lily frowned without a word. She agreed with Vanilla. Although the students who had been kicked down looked flustered, they were able to struggle onto their feet after some time and continued to chase the girl. This time, they were more cautious and guarded their legs so that the girl had less of a chance to hit them. Suddenly, the tallest kid lifted a chair and moved to strike her from behind with it while her attention was distracted by two other kids. ¡°Watch out!¡± Amy shouted. But a warning shouted at someone who was in the illusion was meaningless, as the illusion only recorded what had already happened. The chair leg hit the girl¡¯s head hard and knocked her down. However, at the moment she fell, the girl managed to roll out and away from the attacks from the two other opponents in front of her and squatted on the floor with her hands on her head and her teeth clenched tight. The blood had stained her fingertips. The blood slowly trickled down past her ear, and dyed her face red. The tallest kid was a little stunned by the fact that the girl was able to take the strong blow. He hesitated for a while before tossing the chair away and then walked up to her. At that moment when everyone thought that she was done for, her face suddenly twisted into an anguished look as she opened her mouth to shout out loudly. Although the witches could not hear her voice, they were able to gauge the pain she was in from her look, which she did not even display when her head was hit by the chair. Then a bolt of lightning burst out from her fingertips and were soon followed by a second, a third¡­ The lighting spread along the floor, leaving behind twisted orange-red trails, and as soon as it touched the window, it turned into a sudden burst of light. In a split second, a blinding explosion occurred and a loud bang sounded. The window shattered, and a large hole was blown through the wall. Everyone panicked and ran away, leaving behind the short-haired girl shrouded in lightning. Chapter 754 Chapter 754: The Master of Worms Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°This is¡­ an awakening?¡± Evelyn said in surprise. ¡°Most likely.¡± Lily nodded. The pain from the first awakening was far more painful than the gash on her head due to the magic power gathered in her body and it felt like a bite. Many witches would unconsciously exert their power at that moment, which would most likely expose themselves. If it was two or three years ago, those who awakened openly would almost certainly be doomed. Soon the lightning vanished, but it had ignited the floor and outer wall of the classroom, leaving an orange-red trail of fire along with clouds of smoke. The short-haired girl struggled to return to her stunned friend, shouted, and grabbed her hand to drag her out of the danger area. Lily raised her eyebrow in appreciation. It was known that the first bite had a good chance of not being fatal, but it was a feeling that a witch had never experienced before. Usually, after the bite, a witch would be weak and sweaty. It was very rare for a teenage girl to be able to control her body under such conditions, let alone, remember to come back for her companion behind her. Since the fire triggered by the lightning was very small, the flames did not spread very fast. By the time the second half of the classroom was enveloped in flames, all the people had escaped from the teaching building. Seeing the truth of what had happened, Summer ended the flashbacks. ¡°Good, we have a new sister.¡± Lily raised the corner of her lip. She could foresee that, regardless of her ability, the girl would be a rather good witch, at least, with respect to her bravery and her will. This girl gave Lily a feeling that not every witch would be as bad as Mystery Moon. She deliberately turned to glance at Mystery Moon who, against her expectations, stood there shocked, without giving any visual clue that she was paying attention to what was being said. Ugh. What¡¯s wrong with this fool again? ¡°We have to tell Sister Wendy immediately!¡± Amy suggested. ¡°There¡¯s a new witch in Neverwinter!¡± ¡°Agreed.¡± Evelyn nodded. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the castle now.¡± ¡°Wendy probably already knew,¡± thought Lily and shrugged, but she did not speak her thoughts out loud. She had intended to return her bedroom to continue her observation of the tiny worms after the incident and the castle was on the way back. ¡°Mystery Moon?¡± When they were about to walk toward the castle, they noticed that Mystery Moon was still riveted to the floor. ¡°Ah¡­ I¡¯m coming.¡± She shook her head clear of any distractions and went to keep pace with the others. ¡°Are you alright?¡± Evelyn asked as she touched Mystery Moon¡¯s head. ¡°I¡¯m fine¡­¡± Mystery Moon replied under her breath, looking quite different from the excited version of her when she first arrived. ¡°Such an odd girl.¡± Lily could not help thinking. Lily twitched her mouth and then took Mystery Moon¡¯s hand through which she injected a magic parent worm into her body. ¡°Although the fool should not be infected with a cold, what if she was?¡± They traveled back to the Witch Building via the Magic Ark and immediately reported to an angry Wendy, who, as they had expected, scolded them. ¡°There was no need for you girls to investigate the matter. Sylvie noticed the magic reaction in school when she was in the castle and has since learned everything after questioning the people there.¡± Wendy knocked every witch¡¯s forehead with her hand. ¡°Sneaking through the police perimeter and entering a potentially dangerous place, you are spending too much time with Lightning. Do you want to be confined to the classroom and take three practice tests like her?¡± Everyone¡¯s faces changed as they heard Wendy¡¯s words. They shook their heads immediately. ¡°Ah, I almost forgot.¡± Evelyn suddenly clapped her hands and said, ¡°I have to check the tavern¡¯s stock before dinner.¡± ¡°I also have a problem to consult Isabella about.¡± Margie bowed deeply. ¡°I¡¯ll leave first.¡± ¡°Me too.¡± Vanilla hurriedly followed her out. ¡°Eh?¡± Amy stayed for a while, still failing to come up with a reasonable excuse and ended up being dragged out of the office by Summer. Lily sighed at the sight. ¡°Do you really think you could escape from punishment if Wendy really intended to penalize you? It¡¯s not even a bad thing to spend a night finishing three practice tests to review what we have learned.¡± After Lily pushed Mystery Moon¡¯s head forward so they could apologize with a bow, they left for their bedroom. ¡°Now can you can tell me what happened?¡± After the door of their bedroom was closed, Lily rolled her eyes at her roommate who looked very sad. ¡°Are you acting like that to gain my sympathy?¡± ¡°Lily¡­¡± Mystery Moon sniffed. ¡°The new witch can let out electricity!¡± ¡°What is the issue then?¡± ¡°Electricity is magnetism and magnetism is electricity. In other words¡­ I can be her and she can be me,¡± she said worriedly. ¡°What if her power is stronger than mine and His Majesty no longer needs me?¡± ¡°Pfft.¡± Lily almost choked on her saliva. ¡°Why would you say that? Even if both of you have the same ability, His Majesty will never deliberately kick someone to the side to be unused.¡± ¡°But he¡¯ll always compare¡­¡± ¡°But you are never the same¡­¡± As Lily said that, she was suddenly stunned, ¡°Never¡­ the same?¡± The words resounded in her mind. Then she asked, ¡°Wait, what did you say before?¡± ¡°Electricity is magnetism?¡± ¡°After that.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ she can be me.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it!¡± Lily felt a lightbulb turn on in her head as a new idea emerged in her mind. No longer caring about Mystery Moon, she ran to the desk, picked up a drop of water from a cup, laid it under the microscope, and started to adjust the focal length intently. ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Mystery Moon protested. ¡°Hey, can¡¯t you comfort me for a little longer?¡± ¡°Leave me alone!¡± Lily waved. ¡°If you don¡¯t want to be overlooked, start to study more attentively from now on. By doing so, you may have some hope.¡± There was always a difference when comparing things. She had drawn and compared many pictures for her target worms and created parent worms based on the pictures and compared the results. However, no matter how hard she had tried, she had still failed to create a replica of the target worm. This was because she could never draw out every detail of a target worm based on her observation. Once the microscope was adjusted or a target worm moved, she would get a very different picture. A parent worm created by her based on this kind of observation would never be exactly the same as the original. If she wanted to turn a parent worm into a particular worm, the two should first become the same thing. Lily soon set a goal. A transparent worm looked like a rotten grape. They were very common in water and were often chosen as her test subjects. She gently touched the slide and summoned a magic parent worm that was invisible to the naked eye. She first restrained the parent worm¡¯s urge to assimilate the worms around it and then slowly moved its tentacles toward the transparent worm. When the two worms stuck together, the parent worm started penetrating into the target worm until its whole body turned a light purple. Now the parent worm was the target worm and the target worm was the parent worm. When she let go of the restriction on the parent worm¡¯s assimilation power, for the first time, she saw the parent worm did not return to its original state as it usually did. Instead, it swam in the form of the transparent worm. As time went on, the worms around it were all transformed into transparent worms as well and soon enough, the transformation spread throughout the entire droplet. Seven or eight minutes later, she could no longer find any other tiny worms except the transparent worms. Chapter 755 Chapter 755: Crisis Management Translator: Transn Editor: Meh Barov and Scroll walked into Roland¡¯s office together. ¡°Your Majesty, here¡¯s the statistic analysis of the accident.¡± ¡°Oh? So what exactly happened?¡± Roland asked with concern. ¡°Fortunately, no one was killed in the accident. Six students were injured. Three got fractures as they were escaping from the classroom. Two lost their hearing, which should be caused by the deafening explosions and one got severely burnt. All of them were cured by Miss Nana.¡± Roland felt relieved after hearing City Hall Director¡¯s report. Scroll added, ¡°It happened during a lunch break. Hearing the loud noise, the teachers in the office immediately organized the students to evacuate. Ferlin Eltek told them that it was the First Army on maneuver and that the soldiers were simulating a counterattack against enemies attacking the school. He ordered the students to calm down and act in coordination. By doing so, he successfully controlled the panicked students except those in class six. That class witnessed the awakening of the witch and the all the injured students mentioned by Barov were in this class.¡± Roland praised Ferlin at once. ¡°He¡¯s indeed Morning Light. To take advantage of the prestigious First Army as a way to restore the order and calm down the students. What he did significantly reduce the impact of the accident. As long as we take some proper remedial measures afterward, most people won¡¯t think that the awakening of a witch may be a dangerous thing.¡± The newly awakened witch had done her best to control her power, this was to some extent, prevented this accident from turning into a disaster. The loud bang had been caused by electric current striking through the air which formed an electric arc with the metal bolt on the window. Similar to a thunder, it was something very loud but not extremely destructive. Agatha had quickly come to the school after the accident. Naturally adept at fighting fires, she had frozen the source of the fire in several minutes to save the main teaching building. Despite that, Roland still considered replacing the old teaching buildings with modernized concrete in case similar accidents happened again. Barov asked, ¡°Your Majesty, what remedial measures are we going to take?¡± Roland tapped on his desk and asked, ¡°Do you have any ideas?¡± The City Hall chief thought for a moment and answered, ¡°We have to notice two points in this accident. The first one is the reason behind the students¡¯ fight. Based on our investigation, this conflict was caused by a quarrel between some kids from the Southern Territory and Eastern Region. They were fighting about whether the Eastern Region was the home of the rebel king, as Valencia was Timothy¡¯s domain. This area hasn¡¯t surrendered to you, so¡­¡± Probably not willing to talk too much about the infighting of the royal family, Barov paused for a moment before he finished his sentence and then continued. ¡°The kids could never know these kinds of things unless their parents were talking about them at home. To avoid such disputes, we¡¯d better punish the parents of those kids and ban any discussion about Timothy.¡± ¡°Well¡­ you can go ahead with that.¡± ¡°My second point is how to prevent a witch¡¯s awakening from causing harm to the public. My suggestion is that no matter what you decide to do about this accident in the end, we should make it a rule in law to avoid disputes.¡± Without any comment, Roland gave Barov a meaningful glance, excited about his improvement. These two years working as the chief of City Hall had indeed opened his eyes and helped him understand things in new ways. Now, he was not the assistant of the Treasurer anymore and was able to dig out the root cause of a fight among students. However, Roland also noticed some limitations in Barov¡¯s thoughts. Times were different now, as a strong central power had started to replace the feudal aristocratic order. With greatly increased power, City Hall had to shoulder greater responsibilities. Writing a decision of the king into the law could not guarantee that everyone would uphold it. Sometimes, when it went against most of the people, making it a law would even sow the seeds of rebellion. This hidden crisis would break out sooner or later and become a thorny problem. ¡°What do you think?¡± Roland looked at Scroll. ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ve some different views. Now that most subjects of Neverwinter are from different places across Graycastle, we¡¯re going to see various beliefs among them. If we ban all the disputes they have, the law will become too complex bogging down City Hall management. I suggest we guide them to mediate and to know right from wrong. This approach may work better than the law in preventing this kind of disputes.¡± Scroll paused to think for a moment and continued, ¡°Regarding the second point mentioned by Barov, I think you should ask Miss Agatha for suggestions, as Taquila must have rich experience in coping with these kinds of accidents caused by the awakening of witches.¡± Roland picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip. He agreed with Scroll about guiding public opinion. As compared to a ¡®one size fits all¡¯ solution, namely the law, offering proper guidance to the people was a better choice and at the same time a very feasible plan. Unlike feuds fueled by nationalism in the world he had lived before. The disputes happening between these different regions were much simpler. Having never been infected by any form of nationalist sentiment, the human beings in this world would easily accept the propaganda that all the people in Graycastle and in the other kingdoms were the same. Thinking about this, he decided to deal with the students involved in the fight leniently. He also planned to write this view into teaching materials to tell all his subjects that all of us were the same kind, honest people, except for a small number of rebels with ulterior motives and that innocent people should never be blamed for those rebels¡¯ sins. For him, the really difficult part was how to harmonize the witches¡¯ relationships with the common people. He wanted the witches to be well accepted and thought of as part of the people instead of being an isolated group. However, the witches were very different from common people, making it an arduous task which might last throughout the human history in this world. He could not think of a perfect solution to the problem at this moment, he decided to take it slow and follow Scroll¡¯s suggestion to learn from Taquila first. Fortunately, this accident hadn¡¯t turned into a disaster, so he could still easily deliver his policy of integrating witches with the people. With these thoughts in mind, Roland said, ¡°Let¡¯s handle this dispute as an ordinary fight among students. The one who beat the girl and injured the witch with a chair must be verbally criticized and pay their medical expenses. The Witch Union will pay the medical expenses for the other wounded students in class six. City Hall needs to mend the teaching building as soon as possible to open the school again.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Barov and Scroll replied simultaneously. ¡°As for the remedial measures, let¡¯s do what Scroll suggested. Guide the people¡¯s opinions. I¡¯ll draft a plan for you later.¡± He heaved a long sigh of relief. ¡°By the way, that witch¡­¡± ¡°Her name is Sharon, Your Majesty. Do you want to meet her?¡± Scroll asked. ¡°No, let her have a good rest to recover for a few days. You can ask Wendy to see her and tell her the basic situation of the Witch Union.¡± ¡°I see.¡± After Barov and Scroll left the office, Roland called Agatha and Phyllis next. Before taking a seat, Agatha said solemnly, ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ve got something to tell you. The awakenings of witches in Neverwinter doesn¡¯t seem quite right.¡± Chapter 756 Chapter 756: Magic Power Tide Translator: Transn Editor: Meh Roland was startled, ¡°Is there anything wrong?¡± After a little hesitation, Phyllis said, ¡°Here¡¯s the thing¡­ We heard that within the last year, only one witch awakened here. Is it true?¡± Roland took out a name list that was made by Wendy from his drawer. He could easily look up each witch¡¯s Day of Awakening and Day of Adulthood on it, it was prepared in the case that he would forget these important dates. After checking the list, he nodded and said, ¡°Yes, two witches joined the Witch Union last year during Months of Demons. One is Paper, who awakened three years ago, the other one is Summer, who awakened last year on her Day of Adulthood.¡± Phyllis knitted her eyebrows, saying, ¡°That¡¯s not right, Your Majesty. How many people did Neverwinter have in the last year? 20,000 or 30,000? Roland could not help but feel proud when talking about the population growth. ¡°Probably 50,000, and this year there are already over 100,000 people in the city.¡± ¡°A city of over 100,000 people resembles Arrieta in the early days. When we retreated from the Fertile Plains, Taquila only had 250,000 people. However¡­ do you know how many witches awakened every year in those two cities?¡± Phyllis¡¯ voice turned deep. ¡°Even when the magic power tide touched the bottom, Arrieta had at least 10 newly awakened witches every year¡­ Taquila¡¯s number tripled that.¡± ¡°Magic power tide¡­ touched the bottom?¡± Agatha explained, ¡°Yes. The magic power prevailing in this world has ups and downs like tides. Two years after the arrival of the Bloody Moon is the peak of magic power, during this period of time, new witches will awaken everyday. After the peak, the power will decline around the world. With the magic power at low tide, this period between two arrivals of the Bloody Moon will only see witches awaken during the Months of Demons.¡± Roland had heard it from Agatha that more awakenings of the witches would happen when the magic power was strong. However, he had only known that the power would have a peak every year during the Months of Demons and never thought that it had several-hundred-year cyclical fluctuations. He was surprised, saying, ¡°But the third Battle of Divine Will is close.¡± Phyllis looked worried, saying, ¡°This is what we¡¯re worried about. Fearful Beast of Hell appeared, which means the Bloody Moon is about to come. During this period of time, the magic power should get stronger than usual, and it will, according to Celine¡¯s test results. Given this, lots of witches should awaken now. If they are not in the city, they should awaken in nearby towns and villages. Back in the Taquila age, our domains around the Holy City offered more witches than the city did. Based on the Union¡¯s experiences, a city with a growing population should see a significant increase in the number of newly awakened witches. But why don¡¯t we see many new witches appearing in Neverwinter?¡± Agatha said slowly, ¡°At first I guessed it might be because the city deliberately avoided recruiting girls or because the newly awakened witches were too afraid of the church to expose themselves and join Neverwinter. However, now it seems that I was clearly wrong. We¡¯ve discussed with Pasha and come to a conclusion. We think that some unknown factor may be affecting the awakenings of new witches¡­ and its influence is gradually expanding.¡± After a long thoughtful pause, Roland asked, ¡°If that¡¯s the case, will you be able to find out the factor?¡± Agatha and Phyllis looked at each other and then shook their heads. He threw up his hands, saying, ¡°As you don¡¯t know what to do about it now, let¡¯s assume that the deities are just having a rest. No matter how many witches awaken every year, we still have to drive the demons out of the Land of Dawn.¡± With that being said, he had to admit that if he had not established the basis of industrialization, which significantly reduced his needs for the God¡¯s Punishment Army or the Chosen One, this news would have been terrible for him. Surprised by Roland¡¯s reaction, Phyllis remained speechless for quite a long while before she said, ¡°You¡¯re¡­ right. We¡¯ve got to defeat the demons no matter what.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it.¡± He smiled. ¡°Ah¡­ by the way, I called you here because I want to ask you something about the Union. Recently, I¡¯m a little worried about the harmful accidents caused by the awakenings of new witches. How did you handle these kind of things back in Taquila?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s simple. At that time, all the people knew the ¡®half-quarter of an hour rule¡¯.¡± Phyllis was now speaking to Roland with a greater respect. ¡°¡®Half-quarter of an hour rule¡¯?¡± She further explained, ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. There¡¯s a warning before each awakening. The free magic power will need about half a quarter to cohere inside a new witch¡¯s body. During this period of time, she will initially feel a slight sting and a mild burning sensation in the stomach, after, the the pain will keep on getting worse until she feels the first magic bite. Usually, stronger girls will be able to endure greater pains, but even they will still feel a prick in the beginning.¡± She paused for a moment and continued, ¡°According to the ¡®half-quarter of an hour rule¡¯, when a new witch loudly announced that she was about to awaken, all the people nearby had to leave as soon as possible. If they stayed in the place and thus got hurt or killed, the Union wouldn¡¯t pay them any compensation. We only paid for the damages she caused to a place.¡± Hearing this, Roland thought to himself, ¡°This is indeed a nice solution, but it only works when everyone is very familiar with witches, especially young girls. They must learn when to announce their awakening instead of taking the sign as a common stomach ache.¡± He asked, ¡°What if the new witch caused harm to the other witches?¡± ¡°If she didn¡¯t make the announcement, she would get fined or a caning punishment based on the damage she caused. If she did, the Union would take full responsibility for her. However, things like this were rare, since only a few of us were combat witches and a newly awakened combat witch could seldom cause harm to anyone.¡± ¡°This is to say, back in the Taquila age, if some common people failed to escape from the scene where a witch awakened, the Union would only say it was their bad luck. It¡¯s understandable as witches were superior to the common people at that time, but not in this age,¡± Roland thought and decided he simply could not copy this rule. Meanwhile, he also noticed the good part about this ¡®half-quarter of an hour rule¡¯. At least, it had raised the public awareness of the dangers that might be caused by the awakenings of witches and made the people understand that witches were human beings and every girl might have a chance to become a witch. This rule reminded him of traffic signals in the world where he had lived before, everybody knew red for stop, green for go and had to follow this rule to prevent damage. As now it was not the Taquila age anymore, he decided that he could not let the witches get away with all the damage they caused during awakening. He thought, ¡°I¡¯d better revise this rule, treating the witches and the common people as equals. Let City Hall take care of the damages caused by a new witch who makes the announcement before her awakening. As for the witches who don¡¯t make announcements and cause severe damage, they must be put on trials for negligently injuring others¡­ Or, I can formulate a special law to regulate the witches¡¯ behavior, which may be able to ease the tension between the witches and the common people.¡± Chapter 757 Chapter 757: Sharon Translator: Transn Editor: Meh ¡­ Wendy walked into the hospital with a dinner box in hand and there she saw Nana¡¯s father Tigui Pine talking with a man and a woman. They bowed and then bent their knees, acting as if they were going to get down on their knees, but Viscount Tigui stopped them at once. This went on for quite a long while and then they bowed to him and left reluctantly. When they got out of the hospital, Wendy came to him and asked curiously, ¡°Who¡¯re they?¡± Tigui shrugged and said, ¡°Who else could they be? They¡¯re the parents of the new witch. They were worried about leaving her alone in the hospital and were asking whether they could take her home. After I told them it was the king who wanted her to stay here, they immediately changed their attitude and expressed gratitude to His Majesty.¡± Wendy sensed a little disappointment and pride in his last sentence. Wendy couldn¡¯t stop herself from laughing, ¡°You think every parent is like you, who dare to break into the lord¡¯s castle for his daughter.¡± She knew why he felt disappointed. He believed that parents should never hand their kids over to anyone else, even if a king asked. When Nana had awakened, he had gone directly to Roland¡¯s castle without a letter of introduction. Fortunately, the kind and merciful Prince Roland had never intended to do any harm to her, so this incident had ended up becoming a moving story. If he had intruded into the castle of Duke Ryan or any other great noble in the Western Region to save Nana, he would have never been able to get off so easily. Although that story had happened before Wendy had come to Border Town, she had heard it from Nightingale repeatedly. That was why she naturally understood where Tigui¡¯s pride came from. ¡°At least, they¡¯re way better than Summer¡¯s parents,¡± Wendy sighed. Summer¡¯s parents had hurriedly sent her to the castle to get one gold royal when she awakened to be a witch. They had treated her like a slave they had sold to the king and the Witch Union and warned her not to refuse any of their requests. If it hadn¡¯t been for the money they would¡¯ve got, they probably would not let her return home. Disappointed by her family, Summer did not return home as often as before once she got used to living with all the sisters in the Witch Building. As a witch, she could be considered as lucky. However, as a daughter, she had been abandoned by her parents. Tigui nodded and agreed with Wendy. ¡°Indeed, they are. One of them works in the Furnace Area and the other is a handyman in the construction team. They had no idea what happened to her until they finished their jobs, but as soon as they heard the news, they hurried here without even having dinner. I can tell from their faces, they do care about the girl.¡± Wendy smiled and said, ¡°It looks like I was right to bring this dinner box with me. Could you take me to Sharon?¡± Tigui touched his beard and said, ¡°Of course, please follow me.¡± ¡­ After the restructure and extension, this hospital now had an inpatient department, but only a few patients would stay here, as Nana and Lily could cure most of the patients in Neverwinter in a short time. They usually just needed to stay in the hall of the hospital for a while to fully recover. Considering that the influence of the church might still exist, Roland had asked the hospital to let Sharon stay. He was not sure whether all the people who had immigrated from the other districts of Graycastle could accept the witches as one of them. By keeping her in the hospital, at least, he could ensure that she would not become homeless or get hurt by her family. Tigui and Wendy came to the recovery ward. He gently pushed the door open and waved to Nana by the bed. ¡°It¡¯s time dinner. You can talk to your friend later.¡± ¡°She¡¯s not going to have dinner with us?¡± Nana asked surprised. She then saw Wendy and said, ¡°Sister Wendy. You also came.¡± Wendy smiled and patted the dinner box in her hand, saying, ¡°I brought her dinner.¡± Nana said, ¡°Oh, I see. You guys talk first. I¡¯ll come back later.¡± She said goodbye to Sharon and left the ward with her father. Wendy walked to the bed and put the dinner box on the bedside cupboard. She turned around and met Sharon¡¯s eyes. The new witch was looking at her, her face curious. Wendy asked, ¡°How do you feel about becoming a witch?¡± The girl had a childish face and short rosy hair. It was a rare hair color in Graycastle and reminded her of a rosebud. Wendy knew for sure that she would become more beautiful after her awakening. She could already imagine how extraordinary she would look once she would enter adulthood. Sharon replied, ¡°I felt that something got into my body¡­ Miss Nana told me that was the magic power.¡± She pursed her lips and continued, ¡°Are you a witch, too? Does it always hurt the first time?¡± Though her second question could cause some ambiguity, she knew exactly what she was talking about. ¡°Yes, I¡¯m a witch. You can call me Wendy. As for your second question, not really¡­ It¡¯s not that important anyway. As long as you learn how to use the magic power, it¡¯ll become part of you, like your arms and legs.¡± With these words, she opened the iron dinner box and put the steaming food on the bedside cupboard. Sharon swallowed twice to prevent herself from drooling, but she could not stop her stomach from growling. She blushed with embarrassment at once. ¡°Are you hungry?¡± Wendy smiled and immediately placed a Bird Beak Mushrooms soup in front of the little girl. Some scallions ware floating in the light yellow soup. The oil on the surface was shimmering in the firelight. Compared to a light vegetable soup, the smell of the meat made this soup much more tempting. Wendy had learned this trick of using nice food to reassure people from Roland who liked to hold a banquet to welcome new witches. Sharon nodded vigorously. Wendy said softly, ¡°Drink some soup to warm your stomach first before you eat other food.¡± Soon the little girl started to gobble down her dinner, making even Wendy feel hungry, too. She asked, ¡°Where¡¯s your friend? Did she go home?¡± Sharon said while devouring her food, ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ probably yes.¡± Wendy was surprised. ¡°Didn¡¯t she come to see you?¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Sharon shook her head. ¡± She probably did not trust me completely. After all, I also came from the Southern Territory like those students who bullied her.¡± Wendy was startled. ¡°What? You¡¯re from the Southern Territory?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± The little girl stuffed a piece of Bird Beak Mushroom into her mouth. ¡°Mapleflower Town, a small town near Eagle City¡­ but now it¡¯s uninhabitable.¡± Wendy exclaimed, ¡°I thought you¡¯re from the east just like her. I thought that was why you helped her.¡± ¡°I shouldn¡¯t help her as we¡¯re from different regions?¡± Sharon blinked her eyes and said seriously, ¡°the disputes among the nobles obviously have nothing to do with her. Those guys just wanted to find some excuse to bully her. No matter where we came from, wrong is wrong. If I didn¡¯t stand out to stop them, nobody would correct such a mistake.¡± She remained speechless for a while, lost in her thoughts. Your Majesty, you were worried about nothing. This girl doesn¡¯t need me to comfort her. I can tell from the expression in her eyes¡ªShe¡¯s absolutely certain about her decision. Chapter 758 Chapter 758: Inherited Belief Translator: Transn Editor: Meh ¡°Did you learn this from your parents?¡± Sharon nodded and said, ¡°Yes, mainly from my father. He often told me that many things in the world were wrong because no one corrected them, and then people would get used to these wrong ideas as time went by. He taught me that many common things might be wrong and that if none of us stood out to fix them, we would repeat these mistakes and thus make the world worse and worse.¡± Wendy said slowly, ¡°But unfortunately nobody would be willing to stand out unless the bad things happened to himself. Just like before, when the church persecuted the witches, most people only cared about the gold royals they could get from the church instead of thinking whether those hanged kids were really evil.¡± Sharon said, ¡°What they did is wrong. They thought those mistakes would do no harm to themselves, so they could repeat them for their personal interests. However, the mistakes will make the world worse, and then it¡¯ll become everyone¡¯s problem.¡± Surprised by Sharon, Wendy could not help but feel curious about her parents. She pretended to ask casually about them but instead got an unexpected answer. ¡°They¡¯re not my real parents,¡± Sharon said. ¡°They¡¯re not?¡± As the girl began to talk about her parents, she started eating slower. ¡°Well, my parents are dead. The war destroyed Eagle City and the order of the Southern Territory. After that, homeless refugees and beggars were everywhere and so were robbers. My parents were members of the patrol team, fighting against them, one day, they just didn¡¯t¡­ return home. In the end, the lord of the town fled. Seeing that, all the townspeople left, too. Nowadays, Mapleflower Town had already become a deserted domain.¡± ¡°In other words, this tragedy was caused by the ¡®Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince¡¯ .¡± Just as her father said, this absurd decree which seemed to be irrelevant to the people turned out to be a disaster for them.¡± Wendy gently touched Sharon¡¯s head to comfort her, saying, ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ for bringing up these things.¡± The little girl quickly stopped mourning her parents¡¯ death. She dispelled her sadness and recovered, saying, ¡°That¡¯s alright. They were already prepared to sacrifice themselves¡­ My father often said that since mistakes would cost us greatly in the end, we¡¯d better pay the price to correct those mistakes in the first place, which was an honor actually.¡± Wendy was moved, thinking, ¡°Honor¡­ Most patrol team members wouldn¡¯t give a damn. They behave like Rats, placing personal benefits above those of the public. When order and discipline stand in the way of personal interests, they won¡¯t hesitate to break them. Given that, Sharon¡¯s real parents were really rare and respectable.¡± After a long silence, she said, ¡°Those people who came to see you¡­¡± Sharon licked her fingers and said, ¡°they¡¯re my father¡¯s friends. He helped them before. In the past two years, I¡¯ve lived with him, uncle Cormac, and his wife. They don¡¯t have any kid and treat me like their own daughter.¡± Wendy fell silent, thinking, ¡°They did do their best to take care of Sharon. That¡¯s quite a rare thing for an ordinary family.¡± After that, she did not say anything and just looked at Sharon eating her dinner. The little girl finished her last deep-fried pork cutlet and heaved a long sigh of relief, looking satisfied. ¡®Thank you. This is the best dinner I¡¯ve ever had.¡± Now that Neverwinter was able to provide plenty of food for the people, no one in the city was worried about being hungry anymore. However, meat was still a rare thing on tables of ordinary families. People of which would feel greatly satisfied to simply have a piece of dried meat in their oatmeal. As for this kind of deep-fried half lean meat, only highly paid people such as the alchemists and officials in City Hall could afford them. Wendy took out a handkerchief to wipe Sharon¡¯s oily mouth and said, ¡°after you join the Witch Union, you can eat dinner like this everyday.¡± Sharon¡¯s eyes shined and asked, ¡°Really? I¡¯ll be able to have meat every day?¡± Wendy put the dishes back into the dinner box and said, ¡°of course, and you¡¯ll have fresh boar meat instead of the cured meat in the Convenience Market. His Majesty prefers the streaky pork, but not every boar has that quality¡­ Only the extra fat ones will have this kind of pork. If it¡¯s steamed, it¡¯ll be soft and tender and melt in your mouth. If it¡¯s fried, it¡¯ll be crisp and smell really good. Ah, by the way, he likes to call this kind of pork ¡®Five flower meat¡¯¡­ but I really don¡¯t get why it¡¯s related to some flower.¡± Thanks to Lightning and Maggie who liked to hunt and toast their preys in the wild whenever they were on patrol. The Witch Union members could enjoy the tasty food every day. In the past, they could only bring back few toasted rabbits and bird eggs, but since Maggie had the ability to evolve into a Winged Devilbeast, the number of their preys had increased drastically. They could bring back boars and snow wolves now, and if Roland required them to bring meat back, they could fill the castle¡¯s basement with their preys within a day. Wendy once had wondered why His Majesty had called the Misty Forest a great treasure trove which had not been fully utilized yet, but now seeing the tasty food on the table everyday she believed what he had said. ¡°How come you know this sort of thing? Could it be¡­¡± Sharon asked surprised, with her hand covering her mouth. Wendy could not help but smile. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s right. As long as His Majesty isn¡¯t very busy, he will always eat with the witches.¡± ¡°What about the one gold royal¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s also true.¡± The little girl pointed to herself. ¡°May I¡­¡± ¡°Join the Witch Union?¡± Wendy chuckled. ¡°Of course, you can. The union will guide you to use and improve your ability and at the same protect and take care of you. We accept all the witches who¡¯re willing to work for His Majesty and Neverwinter as our sisters.¡± ¡°After joining it, do I have to live in the castle?¡± ¡°It¡¯s up to you. If you want to spend more time with your family, you can still live at home,¡± Wendy explained. She could tell that Sharon had already taken uncle Cormac and his wife as her family, though they were not related by blood. ¡°What about the school¡­¡± ¡°The union offers special courses for the witches. As we¡¯re able to learn faster and need to learn more, the universal education doesn¡¯t suit us.¡± Wendy paused to think for a moment. ¡°In your case, you¡¯ll be required to practice your ability in the beginning, as you¡¯re still very young. As for the courses for witches, they¡¯re usually arranged in the evening. If you can manage to go to school at the same time, you¡¯ll be able to finish your universal education and get a diploma.¡± Without any hesitation, Sharon nodded vigorously, saying, ¡°I want to join the Witch Union. I want to become someone like Miss Nana.¡± Even if she hadn¡¯t said it aloud, Wendy could still see the answer from her eyes¡¯ expression¡ªJust like in her questioning before, the girl was certain about every decision she made. Wendy thought, ¡°It seems that I can move up the date of her ability test and the contract signing.¡± Chapter 759 Chapter 759: Second Transformation Translator: Transn Editor: Meh The next day afternoon, Roland received Sharon¡¯s ability report. ¡°That¡¯s fast.¡± He raised his eyebrows as Wendy handed him the test sheets. ¡°Has she accepted that she¡¯s now a witch?¡± ¡°Yes, and in a calmer way than we¡¯d expected.¡± Wendy laughed as she recounted the meeting from the previous night. ¡°I¡¯ve to say, her parents have brought up a fine child.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Roland was rather impressed himself. In this era, someone who could make such far-sighted considerations would already be considered a pioneer. Perhaps, this was how history had always been driven. As a belief was passed down the generations, more and more people were imbued with the same aspiration, and when the numbers reached a certain level, the world would undergo an extraordinary change. As they say, a little spark can kindle a great fire. Perhaps, Mankind had reached civilization by taking small steps like this. He examined the details of the test, particularly the evaluation of magic power. As a witch who was awakened at the young age of 15, Sharon¡¯s magic cyclone ability was of an above-average standard. It was even noted in the report that this was comparable to adult witches in Taquila. Evidently, Phyllis was present during the test ¨C among the witches in Neverwinter City, she was often the one who was most receptive to the arrival of new witches. Sharon¡¯s ability was to generate electric currents. However, Wendy¡¯s write-up on this section was rather vague, perhaps because the study of electricity was one of the more difficult topics within elementary physics. When she increased the intensity of her electric currents, the consumption of magic power would rapidly increase, but her electric currents would become strong enough to break wooden planks and melt iron. At a weaker intensity, she would need to touch the object to produce an effect, such as lighting a light bulb, albeit she was prone to burning the filament. As Sharon had only recently awakened, her control of magic power was very unstable. Wendy¡¯s conclusion was that she was most suited to be a combat witch, while also having potential to assist in production. Roland had no plans to do a retest. After all, he had no tools to measure electrical voltage and current, and therefore would not be able to obtain exact values. Furthermore, Sharon would have to expend a lot of magic power to release high-voltage electric current. Her ability to maintain the transmission of electricity was obviously not as good as Mystery Moon¡¯s Dawn I, let alone an electromagnetic gun. But most importantly, all effects that were produced by magic power, whether it be Anna¡¯s blackfire or Sharon¡¯s electric current, did not necessarily comply with the related theories. Only when the abilities were transformed for a second time into other effects would they correspond with the knowledge he had. In sum, it was already clear that Sharon¡¯s ability had a lot of potential. Roland was certainly eager to know what kind of progress could be made when the essence of electric current was fully understood, as well as to see how much Sharon¡¯s magic power would improve by as she grew older. But for now, it was best to follow Wendy¡¯s recommendation to allow Sharon to practice on her own and focus on her studies, in which she had some catching up to do. Roland thought about her strong sense of justice, and suddenly had an idea to admit her into the judiciary one day. ¡°An electricity-generating young lady patrolling the streets and arresting criminals¡­ this seems to be exceptionally familiar.¡± Without revealing his thoughts aloud, he nodded at Wendy and said, ¡°We¡¯ll do as you¡¯ve recommended, many thanks.¡± ¡°My honor, Your Majesty,¡± Wendy bowed. ¡­ When Roland returned to his office after dinner, he discovered that Lily and Mystery Moon had joined Nightingale in the room. The trio were gathered around the desk and seemed to be in an argument. ¡°Take a look at this.¡± Nightingale gestured towards Roland. ¡°My goodness, they look so real!¡± ¡°What is it?¡± Roland walked up to the desk curiously, and only then noticed the two pots of bird beak mushrooms placed on the table. ¡°Eh¡­ what¡¯s with these mushrooms?¡± One pot of mushrooms seemed rather shrivelled like kitchen stock, while the other was much fresher and juicier. He pinched a mushroom stalk from the latter, causing its sap to gush out immediately. ¡°This is quite fresh. Were these recently picked by Lightning?¡± Nightingale and Mystery Moon turned to look at Lily in unison. Lily shrugged her shoulders. ¡°I used my magic power to create them.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ magic power?¡± Roland casually replied before he startled violently. ¡°Wait¡­ what? You used magic power to create them?¡± ¡°Your Highness, her cohering ability has changed somewhat,¡± Nightingale explained. ¡°If, let¡¯s say, it was only a purple worm after the first evolution, it has now added patterns on its back. Her magic power capacity has also increased.¡± After a brief pause, she continued, ¡°In other words, Lily¡¯s ability has evolved a second time.¡± ¡°But still, they¡¯re worms!¡± Mystery Moon chimed in. Of course, this provoked a look of disgust from Lily. ¡°Is this so?¡± Roland joyfully picked up another mushroom and examined it carefully. He quickly understood how she had created them. ¡°You¡¯re now able to make a magical swarm of worms turn into a particular form that you want?¡± ¡°Yes. But they must at least be visible through a microscope, and a suitable target must be found, before the next step of assimilation can be transacted.¡± Lily nodded. Although she acted very calm, the glimmer in her eyes gave away her inner delight. ¡°Because the worms produced by bird beak mushrooms are relatively easier to observe, I chose them for this experiment.¡± She was most likely referring to fungal spore, which was also the building block of fungi. Roland started to feel excited. Perhaps, to Lily, organisms which were invisible to the naked eye, such as microscopic bugs, could now be controlled. ¡°Excellent!¡± He reached out his hand and caressed her forehead. Unexpectedly, Lily did not move away or roll her eyes at him. Instead, she lowered her head and accepted his compliments. ¡°How is that any good.¡± Mystery Moon grumbled. ¡°Your Highness, my bedroom is no longer inhabitable! There are bird beak mushrooms everywhere, even on my bed, which now resembles the Misty Forest after a rain!¡± Lily¡¯s cheeks suddenly reddened. She glanced at Mystery Moon and said, ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t know why it would be like this either¡­ At first, the worms couldn¡¯t turn into bird beak mushrooms at all, and I even thought that there was a problem with the parent I was using. After I changed the parent, I didn¡¯t imagine that the whole house would grow full of mushrooms.¡± When Roland understood the whole story, he could not help but laugh aloud. From the little knowledge of biology he remembered, unlike a seed which could grow into a large tree, a single mushroom spore could not grow into a mushroom, no matter how much assimilation was done. Only after the parent mushroom was changed, two spores might combine and grow into mushrooms. The reason why they grew everywhere was likely to be because the parent was discarded within the room, where it drifted around and assimilated bacteria into bird beak mushroom spores. ¡°We shall have a mushroom feast for lunch tomorrow.¡± He announced gleefully. Indubitably, after Lily¡¯s second transformation, her ability was no longer limited to sterilization and disinfection. Any observable thing could be wholly transformed for next to no cost, and could be multiplied and expanded like a regular microbe, so as to form a complete ¡®microscopic¡¯ army of its own. Whether it be food production or war preparation, she would be able to play a great role from now onwards. Chapter 760 Chapter 760: Land of Fire Translator: Transn Editor: Meh ¡­ Flames spouted out of the ground like monstrous giant trees. The flame tips were the branches, while the billows of thick smoke were the leaves. These ¡°trees¡± were interconnected in such a way that they formed a vast black canopy. As Thuram walked underneath these fiery trees, he felt the temperature around him continuously rise. Pea-sized beads of sweat sprung from his forehead, while he felt that his entire back had already turned sticky. This place was a world apart from the cold desert outside, all because the chilly winds of the Months of Demons had no way to encroach into the core area of Mother Earth. ¡°Is this why it¡¯s called the Land of Fire¡­¡± The golden-haired Divine Lady looked around the place curiously. ¡°I never thought there would be such an interesting place in the Southernmost Region.¡± Having interacted with Iron Axe¡¯s party members for a week, Thuram was beginning to know them a little. For example, the Divine Lady who spoke was called Andrea. Her excellent proficiency in archery was a class apart from even the most seasoned hunter in Sand Nation. There was no doubt that she would be participating in the imminent holy duel alongside the almighty Lady Ashes. ¡°Interesting?¡± Ashes puckered her lips. ¡°I feel that this place is like a steamer, where any ordinary person would turn into cooked food after just two days.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not surprised you would say this sort of thing.¡± Andrea shrugged her shoulders. ¡°Someone with no taste and style would naturally be unable to appreciate the ambience here.¡± ¡°Did you lose your towel? You don¡¯t look any stylish with all that sweat on you.¡± ¡°Buzz off!¡± Thuram felt a little affinity with Lady Andrea. To him, the most beautiful place in Southernmost Region was not the Silver Stream Oasis where the Mojin Clan lived and reproduced, but instead, was the flame-spouting Land of Fire as well as the Endless Cape. Although these places were fraught with danger, they also symbolised great strength and were the habitats of the gods, and therefore were the sources of the Ironsand people¡¯s faith. The former of these places was used to contend for status and power, and was where clans showcased their bravery and tenacity to Mother Earth. The latter was used to make offerings to the sea deity, in hopes that he would bless the clanspeople and inject more blood into the Silver Stream so that new oases could form in the desert. The terrain of the Land of Fire was caved downwards, with a slight upward bulge in the middle. Its shape was like that of an inverted basin, and its size could accommodate several Iron Sand Citys. The ever-raging flames had caused the surrounding sand to harden and consolidate, such that walking on the sand felt as though stepping into a palace paved with stone bricks. On both sides of the wide and firm pavement were dark abysses and shafts. The underground fire spouted out of these shafts and continually baked the earth. The most astonishing thing was the colors ¨C the first time any Ironsand person walked into this holy ground, they would certainly be fascinated by the gorgeous hues. Beginning from the abysses, the palisades on each side displayed varying tints of a crimson luster, which became darker as they approached the surface. This assortment of colors was akin to that of a carbon stone which had been burned until it was bright red and underwent continuous cooling. However, once the palisades reached the surface, the color abruptly changed into a bright verdure, such that the sand seemed to be paved with a layer of glittering jade stones. The glass-like bodies, which were created through the melting and recrystallization of the gravel, refracted a dazzling glow under the flames. Above that was, of course, the timeless motif of the place ¨C the orange-red raging flames. A dozen pillars of flame spouted out of the basin and, as if to welcome the arrival of a new challenger, encircled the high platform in the central zone, which served as the most important place in the Land of Fire: the site of the holy duel. Here, shades of red and green intermixed, and were further complemented by the underground blackwater and the faraway golden dunes. At first glance, it seemed like all the colors of the desert were gathered in this place. If it wasn¡¯t during the Months of Demons, one could even see the sun rays permeating through the dense smoke in the sky. Only the underwater Endless Cape, which also roared with flames, could compare to this extraordinary sight. ¡°I agree that this place is really beautiful¡­ but it would be even better without the fighting and bloodshed,¡± Thuram¡¯s new owner and the princess of Osha, Drow Silvermoon, suddenly spoke. ¡°As His Highness Roland said, if it simply remained as a scenic place, it would have been a famous¡­¡± ¡°National natural park?¡± Another petite Divine Lady, Hummingbird, suggested. ¡°Yes. That¡¯s what His Highness said after he checked out Devil¡¯s Town behind the snow mountain.¡± ¡°It¡¯s certainly fitting of a king to think exactly like me.¡± Andrea tipped up her chin. ¡°C¡¯mon, have you ever seen the place he was talking about?¡± Ashes scoffed. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter if I didn¡¯t because I have a good imagination. From his words alone, I¡¯m sure it¡¯s a place of magnificent scenery. Of course, a person with limited experience won¡¯t understand.¡± ¡°Heyy!¡± Whenever Iron Axe or the Divine Ladies spoke, they would inadvertently mention the King of Graycastle¡¯s name. Thuram was terribly curious about exactly what kind of person Roland Wimbledon was, that the Ironsand people and the Divine Ladies trusted him this much, particularly the latter. He once heard a traveling merchant comment that the Divine Ladies revered by the Mojin Clan were actually evil figures being hunted down by the church in the Four Kingdoms. Yet, judging from the way they spoke of the king, things were considerably different from what the merchant had said. When the party climbed on to the platform, the awaiting Cut Bone clan warriors started to make hissing noises, while the other clans looked on contemptuously. There was no question that the thunderous might of Iron Sand City had greatly frightened them. It was later on that Thuram learned that the Stone Castle which the chief of Ironwhip, Rubaka, lived in had collapsed amid the explosions, causing him to perish along with his kin and men. Thus the six large clans swiftly became five, and for a long time, this loss could not be replaced. However, revenge was an unalterable part of the Ironsand people¡¯s identity. The blood feud between the Ironwhip and Osha clans was no secret. And, as no warrior of a different clan had ever invaded Iron Sand City, Drow Silvermoon¡¯s plan for revenge seemed impeccable. Thus, the other clans could only watch on with shock and fear, or otherwise remained as indifferent as possible. What they did not know was that this time, the Osha clan¡¯s goal exceeded everyone¡¯s imagination. Thuram mused, ¡°The Cut Bone clan is only the beginning. Every one of the clans present will be challenged to a duel sooner or later. They¡¯ll either have to try their best or be crushed by Drow Silvermoon.¡± The chief of the Raging Flare clan, who was serving as the duel¡¯s arbiter, walked in front of the audience and announced, ¡°May Osha¡¯s chief step forth.¡± Drow inhaled a deep breath, took a step forward, and slowly replied, ¡°I am.¡± The former nodded stolidly and continued, ¡°Great. This isn¡¯t your first time participating in a holy duel, and thus I expect that you already know the rules. Cut Bone clan shall be sending out 22 men for this battle. You may start to select weapons for your warriors. While the promise you made to the Three Gods mustn¡¯t be broken, you¡¯re allowed to give up or surrender at any time. Otherwise, the side with the last man standing will be declared the winner, and be conferred the right to enter Iron Sand City. The duel shall commence when both sides are ready.¡± Chapter 761 Chapter 761: Holy Duel Translator: Transn Editor: Meh Weapon shelves were placed on both sides of the platform for the convenience of both dueling parties. Most common weapons were available, including knives, swords, and whips. For the sake of fairness, neither party was allowed to bring their own weapons. After all, a large clan would definitely be capable of forging superior blades, while a poorer challenger would have to rely on their crude equipment. This disparity would cause the duel to lose its meaning. However, Thuram knew full well that there were ways around the rules. As a matter of fact, Iron Whip had defeated Osha previously by covertly swapping the provided whips for Blackwater versions. Although the arbiter punished the weapons supervisor later on, the result had already been finalized, and no one would contest a large clan on behalf of a fallen clan. However, it was completely unexpected that Osha would rise from the verge of death. Even the strongest of clans now felt pressured by its ferocious might. This was the first time Thuram had seen the chief of Wildflame look on at the new challenger with a solemn look in his eyes. ¡°Is every warrior limited to one weapon?¡± Ashes suddenly asked. ¡°Err¡­ there¡¯s no such rule.¡± Thuram regained his attention. ¡°You¡¯re allowed to carry as many as you wish.¡± ¡°Great, I¡¯m ready.¡± She attached two scimitars around her waist, weighed a large sledgehammer in her hands, and further took up a wooden shield. ¡°These should be enough to last me until the end.¡± Thuram gulped in amazement. Although he long knew that this black-haired and golden-eyed Divine Lady was extremely powerful, it now seemed like he had underestimated her. Most people required many years of training to use the double-handed sledgehammer, yet she was able to wield it with a single hand and with the ease of a small rapier. She would certainly be a nightmare opponent for any enemy. Clearly, she did not exert her full strength during the conflict in the tavern, or the entire place would have been demolished. ¡°I¡¯m ready too.¡± Andrea casually chose a short bow and deliberately reduced the number of arrows in the quiver to just 22. ¡°Get on the platform,¡± Iron Axe muttered. ¡°Wait!¡± Thuram froze in surprise. ¡°Just four of you?¡± He took a glance at the Graycastle warriors behind him. The 50-strong contingent was scattered around the place with their backs against the weapon shelves. They peered vigilantly at the onlooking crowd, with no intention of choosing weapons. ¡°There¡¯s no rule on the number of participants either, right?¡± Ashes coolly replied. ¡°Four¡¯s enough.¡± According to the rules, the number of participating warriors from each side should be between 15 to 30 people. The upper limit was set out of consideration of the space on the platform. However, there was also a stipulation that the number of participants from the challenger clan should not exceed that of the challenged clan. That meant that if the opponent sent out 15 warriors, Osha would be allowed to send out no more than 15 warriors too. This stipulation was borne out of a harsh truth: no matter which side won or lost, heavy casualties were expected, and it was common for more than half of the participants to be either critically or fatally wounded. There had certainly been duels in which only one warrior was left standing. Thus, the greater the number of participants, the heavier the losses of each participating clan would be. It was uncommon for one side to send out 30 or more warriors, unless the challenged clan knew beforehand that the challenger clan would not be able to send out an equivalent number of warriors, and might hence use this method to obtain a numerical advantage. Cut Bone¡¯s decision to send out 22 men certainly took into account that even if they lost the duel, there would not be too much impact on their clan¡¯s strength. It would not be the end of the world if they lost control of Iron Sand City to the challenger. As long as they still had brave warriors in their ranks, they would have the chance to mount a comeback in the future. For Osha, the right thing to do would be to send out an equivalent number of participants. Although the Greycastle warriors looked short and frail, and did not seem brave enough for a battle like this, Osha would still have a huge advantage with Ashes around. Her innate strength, while unaffected by God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, would be sufficient to determine the duel¡¯s outcome. But the scenario would be completely different with just four people. The Divine Ladies were certainly adept at leading and helping people to survive in the harsh conditions of the desert, and were rightly revered for that, but that did not mean they were equally suitable for combat. Furthermore, the opponents were more than likely to equip God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, which would easily suppress the Divine Ladies¡¯ abilities, such that they might even become weaker than regular people. If Drow Silvermoon and Andrea lost their combat abilities, only Iron Axe and Ashes would be left to fight. No matter how strong the latter was, it would be impossible for her to handle being surrounded by 20 or so opponents who were each willing to sacrifice their lives in order to secure the victory. With only two hands and two legs, she would certainly not be able to parry every blow. Thuram had thought all these would be common knowledge to Iron Axe since he had participated in holy duels before. Having not been asked to attend the strategy discussion, Thuram did not pay much much attention to their decisions, in line with the principle that ¡°he who asks less lives longer¡±. Yet, he never expected the latter to be this negligent. He stood aghast as the four of them walked on to the platform nonchalantly. He shuddered involuntarily and cold sweat began to pour from his forehead. Yet, at the same time, he felt like he was standing naked in a frosty desert¡­ as though the fire ¡°trees¡± surrounding the place were no longer able to shelter him from the cruel winds. He should know that he¡¯s a member of the Osha clan! If he fails, would I still have a place in the small oasis? I¡¯ll probably not even be able to remain in Southernmost Region!¡± ¡°If I¡¯d known, I would have thrown all the clanspeople to him. Then he won¡¯t dare to take this sort of risk.¡± The appearance of the four people on the platform shook the crowd greatly too. Although sending on fewer participants than the opponent was a symbol of confidence and courage, in this case pitching four people against 22 battle-hardened tribal warriors was virtually suicide. The hissing noises dissipated at once. The eyes of every onlooker widened, and the apathy on their faces turned into astonishment and dismay. ¡°Do you confirm that the Osha party shall consist of just the four of you?¡± In view of such a strange sight, the chief of Wildflame felt compelled to inquire. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Ashes grinned slightly. ¡°Let¡¯s get on with it. By the way, have you guys written your wills?¡± The audience burst into an uproar. ¡°Who¡¯s this lass?¡± ¡°She must be delusional!¡± ¡°Surely even Divine Ladies won¡¯t be able to resist the God¡¯s Stone Arrows?¡± ¡°Wait, I¡¯ve a feeling she¡¯s serious¡­¡± ¡°I feel the same. She seems to have as much blood on her hands as me.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°I¡¯m a warrior and know this from experience. My heartbeat also says that she¡¯s absolutely frightening.¡± ¡°But there¡¯re just four of them!¡± ¡°We¡¯ll know the answer shortly.¡± In a matter of minutes, the situation on the sidelines had changed greatly. Everyone¡¯s attention was fixed on the platform, and the initial apathy was replaced with a warm excitement. Even if it was a suicide mission, the courage of the Osha party was praiseworthy. And the Ironsand people were never reluctant to show respect for those who were truly brave. Upon hearing the rumblings from the audience, Thuram began to hesitate. ¡°Are they really confident of victory in spite of the huge numerical disadvantage?¡± As a flurry of confused thoughts ran through his mind, the arbiter rang a gong that was hung at one corner of the platform. ¡°Without further ado, I shall announce that the holy duel between the challenging Osha clan and the challenged Cut Bone clan begins¡­ now!¡± Chapter 762 Chapter 762: Music, Rapid Fire, and Strength! Translator: Transn Editor: Meh Once the announcement was made, the Cut Bone warriors immediately drew their weapons, and without performing the slightest of probes, they encircled the four opponents from both flanks. No matter how well-thought-out Osha¡¯s plan was, they were but four people. It was impossible for them to control even their own half of the arena. When the 22 warriors completed the encirclement, the Osha party would face attacks from all directions. These warriors lived to duel, and thus had no apprehension toward a life-and-death battle. From the moment they stepped on the platform, they had already dedicated their lives to the Three Gods. This was not only a contention for power, but also a fight to delight the gods. Suddenly, they heard a sad and mellow singing voice. Drow Silvermoon¡¯s song swiftly drowned out the blusters from the underground fire and the Styx River. The melody was ethereal and smooth, and sounded as if it came from the distant horizon. Deep feelings of loss, suffering and grief were embedded in the song, such that anyone who heard it could not help bursting into tears. This made the Cut Bone warriors pause their footsteps. ¡°No¡­ stop that!¡± ¡°What¡­ are you doing?¡± ¡°Stop it! You¡¯re blaspheming this holy place!¡± ¡°Heretic!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll kill you!¡± The onlookers¡¯ expressions changed dramatically. Some pointed at the Cut Bone clan and berated them, while others hid their faces and cried as if they had encountered a sorrowful incident. Thuram could not believe what he was about to see. The Cut Bone warriors turned with murderous intent towards their own clanspeople. In a flash, the audience stand was covered in fresh and boiling blood as the warriors slashed at the abdomens of their kin. Heads rolled one after another onto the platform, permanently seized in an expression of consternation and disbelief. The accompanying sorrowful melody seemed to record and narrate this horrifying massacre. It lasted only for a brief moment. When he blinked his eyes again, the scene he had just witnessed disappeared without a trace. The 22 warriors were still lurching forward, albeit with much slower footsteps than before. Their sluggishness could not be helped. Their clanspeople were supposed to be their greatest source of strength, support and spiritual sustenance. They lived and died for their clan and its quest for power, while their people cheered them on as heroes. Unfortunately, it was all messed up now. The cries and curses of their clanspeople made them feel highly uncertain of what had just happened, while even the other clans which supported them now glowered at the warriors as if they had done something unforgivable. Warriors are never fazed no matter how powerful an enemy is, but they can¡¯t disregard rebukes from their own people. Could this be the Osha princess¡¯ ability? ¡°But¡­ how?¡± Although Thuram had seen mind control abilities before, such as that of Kabala of Sandstone Clan, he had never seen or heard of these abilities being used at a range exceeding ten footsteps! He touched the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation that he wore on his neck and glanced at his new owner. Drow Silvermoon was visibly standing at a distance far greater than ten footsteps from the audience stand. ¡°Was it really her singing voice which compelled those people who didn¡¯t adorn a God¡¯s Stone to cry bitterly?¡± He believed that the Cut Bone warriors probably held the same doubt. And in a duel, doubts were fatal. Everything happened in a split second. The instant they slowed their footsteps, Andrea seized the initative. Without using the short bow she carried on her back, she flung an arrow at each of the four nearest enemy duelists. Perhaps because they were affected by what was happening outside the platform, or because they lowered their guard as they saw that the opponent was not holding a bow, they took no responsive action. By the time they saw the arrows flying straight at them, it was too late to evade. The handful of arrows traveled as powerfully as the hardest shots a bow could make! Each arrow penetrated its target slightly below their right clavicle and wedged in their bones. This caused their dominant hands to lose all energy and become unable to wield weapons. The four warriors thereby became entirely incapable of battle. This created a gap in the encirclement. The song which reverberated on the platform suddenly changed from sorrowful to passionate and high-pitched. Intense drum-beating sounds seemed to throb on every listener¡¯s heart and inspirited them. Ashes¡¯ figure was like a black shadow, which once again attested to her inexplicable strength. She was visibly carrying a sledgehammer and a shield, yet her footsteps were so light that she seemed to be drifting. Her left hand was used for parrying while her right hand wielded her weapon. Nobody was able to guard again her strikes. Instead of smashing her opponents with powerful blows, she held the sledgehammer horizontally and dashed in all directions around the platform, and this way could subdue six or seven people in no time. The numerically-superior Cut Bone warriors now found themselves in a dilemma. If they attempted to continue flanking the Osha party from both sides, they would struggle to parry Andrea¡¯s arrows, and moreover would have to find a way to get around Ashes and mend the gap. Even if they held up their shields, the arrows, which seemed to have eyes on them, could still puncture their legs. The Magic Stone arrows which they could fire amidst their panic would barely even threaten the opponent, and when the God¡¯s Stones fell on the floor, Iron Axe, who served a defensive role, would simply step and crush these expensive playthings that were worth dozens of gold royals each! Yet, if they decided to abandon the encirclement, their numerical advantage would become useless. ¡°Everyone, close up to me!¡± Perhaps seeing that their initial plan was no longer viable, one of the warriors gave a loud cry for the dozen or so standing men to gather together. At this point of the duel, it was clear to everyone that, despite Ashes¡¯ cocky proclamation at the start, not a single participant had died. If she truly intended to kill them, none of them would be able to resist her hammer blows. Every warrior was a precious asset of his clan. Thus Ashes¡¯ method garnered the respect of the onlooking clans, including the duelists of the Cut Bone clan themselves. While they were not afraid to sacrifice themselves for the purpose of the holy duel, it had to be a meaningful death, instead of simply perishing blindly. Mother Earth was not a bloodthirsty deity. Though she was fond of courage and strength, she would not wish to see needless deaths. The warriors sheathed their weapons and lined up in a row. They each stretched both hands in front of them such that their intentions could not be clearer. ¡°Humph.¡± Ashes laughed easily and placed down her shield. Subsequently, she dashed directly towards them while raising up the sledgehammer horizontally. The sledgehammer collided powerfully against the wall of men. ¡°Ow!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t fall back!¡± ¡°Hold on!¡± Some shouts were heard from the audience stand, but neither clan¡¯s name was mentioned. It was as if at this stage, nobody cared who won or lost as long as they could witness a brave and magnificent contest. Those who were crying only a moment ago now clenched their fists and stared at the center of the platform. For some reason, Thuram did not feel that anything was strange ¨C the drum beats continually grew more intense, as if calling for the audience to move forward courageously. Every listener was now in such a highly excited mood that they felt themselves to be a participant in the duel instead of an onlooker! Ashes stretched her upper body into a long and slanted line and bent her legs, before she engaged in a physical standoff with the Cut Bone warriors. Her arm muscles formed a perfect arc, such that they were perhaps the best visual depiction of strength with beauty. But of course, this was not a duel between one person and an entire clan. Once Iron Axe, Andrea, and Drow joined in the scrimmage, the stalemate was broken. The four of them slowly pushed their opponents towards the edge of the platform. Every step was greeted with shouts from the audience. Thuram could not resist joining in the clamor and waving of arms. After a period of crescendo, the melody finally reached its climax. The advancing footsteps became synchronized with the drum beats. At this point, the warriors had no energy left. The Osha quartet roared in chorus and pushed their opponents off the platform! The music abruptly stopped as this happened. Yet, the stirring melody continued to reverberate non-stop in everyone¡¯s ears, and would not dissipate for a long time¡­ ¡°The winner is the Osha clan!¡± Chapter 763 Chapter 763: The Female Lycanthrope Translator: Transn Editor: Meh As Guelz Burnflame approached the training hall, he could hear a thumping noise from its interior. There seemed to be a rather intense activity going on, as if a heavy and blunt instrument was repeatedly hitting against a sandbag. ¡°Chief!¡± The guard at the door lowered his head and bowed. ¡°Is that Lorgar practicing inside?¡± Guelz pointed towards the ajar gate. ¡°Yes, she came here early in the morning, and said not to disturb her.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll have a look.¡± ¡°But Chief¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± He cast a glance at the guard. ¡°Nothing, you may enter.¡± The guard shuddered slightly. ¡°Seems like my daughter is becoming more and more dignified.¡± Guelz did not feel the least bit disgruntled by the guard¡¯s obstruction and instead raised his eyebrows with interest. The way things were going, the Raging Flare clan would have a new successor when he could no longer climb on to the Burning Stage. He opened the door to a training hall which was assembled from thousands of leather pieces, hemp ropes and wooden poles. In Iron Sand City, only the Chief himself, who owned the largest Stone Castle around, could build an indoor training ground like this. The hall was not paved with dirt or stone, but fine yellow sand instead. Thus, it felt like one was walking in the desert. The sand was fine and small but not soft, and many sharp objects were concealed in it. These were often broken teeth or weapon fragments left behind by the trainers. There was also a considerable amount of blood that seeped through, which therefore caused a portion of the sand to turn dark red. Guelz¡¯ grandfather once said that if all of the yellow sand was dyed red, Wildflame would forever occupy the position of the strongest clan and remain peerless in the Southernmost Region. This was because he had considered that if the clan was ever defeated, they would have to vacate this Stone Castle, and as a result, the overhead leather tentage, as well as all of the yellow sand, would have to be brought away. Even if they could not rebuild a training hall like this, at least they would not need to dye the sand again when they retook the first position. A row of metal bars was erected on one end of the training hall. His daughter was here barefooted, with her pants and sleeves rolled up. She repeatedly threw heavy punches at the hanging sandbags. Guelz had no doubt that if these punches were thrown on a person¡¯s body, the viscera would be split into pieces. ¡°Hmm, excited after seeing the Osha clan¡¯s performance?¡± He smiled at her. Lorgar turned her body and performed an aerial kick at a rebounded sandbag. Her slender legs moved as quick as lightning and sent the sandbag, which was as tall as a person, flying. The hemp rope holding the sandbag was finally overwhelmed, and snapped halfway through the violent swaying. The sandbag spun through the air and fell heavily on the floor, causing the interior sand to spill out. ¡°Hoo¡­¡± She exhaled loudly, causing her bestialized hands to return to normal. ¡°You don¡¯t have to tell everyone, Papa. You already know what I¡¯m thinking.¡± ¡°You admire that Divine Lady called Ashes, right?¡± Guelz laughed heartily. ¡°After all, in one-to-one combat, it¡¯s hard to find you a suitable opponent from this city.¡± Lorgar puckered her mouth. ¡°Unfortunately, they¡¯ve just won the right to enter Iron Sand City, and there¡¯s unlikely to be another contest for some time. Even if we issue them a challenge invitation, they¡¯ll probably decline.¡± ¡°Of course. As the newly-promoted clan, they¡¯ll have many trifles to sort out in order to gain a foothold in this city. Perhaps there¡¯ll be a new challenger during the next spring. Nobody would want to waste their energy at this time.¡± ¡°And that¡¯s why I can only hang out with these sandbags for now.¡± Lorgar sighed. ¡°Did you come to see me just to say this?¡± ¡°You would rather hang out with these sandbags than talk to Papa?¡± ¡°Err¡­ that¡¯s not the case.¡± She shook her ears and lowered them as if to admit her mistake. ¡°Ahem, watch your expression.¡± Guelz controlled the urge to stroke his daughter¡¯s soft and fluffy ears, and instead issued her a solemn reminder. No matter how cute she looked, it was not befitting of a future clan leader to reveal such an expression. She should remain serious at all times, because this was the only way that her subordinates would revere and obey her. ¡°Oh.¡± Lorgar immediately straightened her ears and replied seriously. Guelz gave a nod of satisfaction. Ever since his daughter had awakened as a Divine Lady, she increasingly enjoyed fighting, while her strength and ability consistently improved. From the Mojins¡¯ perspective, there was nothing wrong with these. However, as she grew older, the abilities gifted to her by the Three Gods were beginning to show signs of sequela. At first, Lorgar looked just like a regular person, except that she would transform into a large desert wolf when she used her abilities. After many fights, she mastered the technique of transforming a single limb, and thus had an assured means of controlling the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. As the effective range of the God¡¯s Stone was only two to three steps, she was able to bestialize her arm by keeping a distance away from the stone. The force which her arm could then exert was too great for any normal person to resist. She thereby became unbeatable in a duel. The clan¡¯s warrior contingent, which had suffered a severe loss of personnel through the process of defending the first position and was showing signs of instability, became rejuvenated and stronger than ever before when she joined. Nobody had dared to challenge Wildflame¡¯s position for five years now. But, after many years of practices and battles, a section of Lorgar¡¯s body had permanently become wolf-like, such as her pointy ears and a half-visible tail. These did not revert to normal even when she withdrew her abilities. Therefore, at present, Lorgar was a half-human, half-wolf monster. As could be imagined, she would never be able to live the life of a proper Divine Lady. No charming warrior would ever be attracted by her body and looks, while Lorgar herself was not fond of those who were too unqualified. Perhaps only her dear father did not mind whether she was a human or a beast. Thus, she set her heart upon becoming the chief of Wildflame. Only by standing in the position which everyone had to look up to could she silence the questions about her. ¡°What do you think about the holy duel?¡± ¡°It looked exhilarating, but in truth, it was just a trick by Osha¡¯s chief, Drow Silvermoon. Aside from Ashes, there was nothing impressive.¡± Lorgar wagged her tail. ¡°I must say, this tactic was brilliant indeed. She used her ability to bring the audience into the duel while steering clear of the restrictions, and completely controlled the direction of the duel.¡± Guelz remarked, stroking his beard. ¡°Not one person died to determine the outcome of the duel. I¡¯d never seen something like this for many years. I believe that when the Cut Bone clan looks back on what happened, they won¡¯t hate Osha for it.¡± ¡°This type of trick can only be used once,¡± Lorgar retorted disapprovingly. ¡°I¡¯m willing to bet that in upcoming duels, the audience will start to adorn God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation as well. Although Osha¡¯s methods may have won their opponent¡¯s respect, it may backfire one day. You can¡¯t fill your stomach with respect. Who knows, maybe their first challenger will be a resurgent Cut Bone clan after a short period of recovery.¡± Guelz patted his daughter¡¯s shoulders relievedly. That she was able to notice these things, and place the clan¡¯s interest at the top of her considerations, were signs that she had the makings of a chief. Although she was keen on a well-matched and entertaining contest, she would not deliberately look for such opportunities and thereby ignore threats to the clan. Just then, the guard who was keeping watch outside the training hall walked hurriedly up to the duo. After saluting, he reported, ¡°Chief, I¡¯ve just heard the news that the Osha clan has issued another request for a holy duel!¡± ¡°What?¡± Guelz was taken back and his face changed color. It had, after all, only been a day since they gained entrance into Iron Sand City. ¡°To who?¡± ¡°The fourth-placed Sandstorm clan.¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t they moving into Iron Sand City from the small oasis?¡± ¡°No. I¡¯ve even heard that they rejected Cut Bone clan¡¯s arrangements to move out.¡± Crazy, what are these people thinking? Was it not their intention to move into Iron Sand City? ¡°Looks like we were wrong.¡± Lorgar had remained silent for some time before she laughed softly. ¡°Perhaps, a duel with Ashes isn¡¯t as unlikely as I¡¯d imagined. What do you think, Papa?¡± Chapter 764 Chapter 764: The Miracle Route Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At night, the Skull Cup became the liveliest place in the small oasis. ¡°I watched the duel between Osha and Sandstorm with my own eyes!¡± A customer swilled down a jug of Firelantern Wine and exclaimed. ¡°The black-haired Divine Lady was simply unstoppable! The instant the gong was rung, she charged straight up to the opposing Divine Lady and knocked her out with a single blow from her shield!¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t the Divine Lady from the Sandstorm clan called Sandra Sandrain? She can use sand to create armor and launch attacks. How did she lose so easily?¡± Another customer questioned. ¡°Even if she couldn¡¯t respond in time, the sand armor she was wearing should be tougher than the Northerners¡¯ armor. How did it not block the attack?¡± ¡°You think I¡¯m lying? I wasn¡¯t the only one who saw it!¡± The customer bawled disgruntedly. ¡°The sand armor may be tough, but I didn¡¯t see it work at all. The moment that Osha¡¯s Divine Lady charged up to her, the sand covering her body spattered on to the floor, and her face took a full blow from the shield. Don¡¯t you remember that in the first duel, Osha¡¯s Divine Lady stood up to a dozen Cut Bone warriors on her own? With that kind of strength, it¡¯s only out of mercy that Sandra isn¡¯t dead!¡± ¡°Spattered on to the floor¡­? Was she wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation?¡± ¡°Maybe, but I¡¯m not sure about that. The Cut Bone and Sandstorm duelists were certainly wearing them, however. Maybe these things don¡¯t work on her.¡± ¡°A Divine Lady who isn¡¯t affected by God¡¯s Stones¡­? How¡¯s that possible?¡± ¡°Will you stop interrupting?¡± Someone whined. ¡°Give this man some more liquor and let him finish speaking!¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± The customer took a sip of his newly-filled jug and continued, ¡°Sandstorm clan probably didn¡¯t expect their Divine Lady to fall first, and quickly lost their formation. They had only sent out half of the quota, and Sandra was surely their side¡¯s linchpin. Once she fell, there was virtually no chance of victory.¡± ¡°Not one person died, again?¡± ¡°Indeed. All 15 of them are alive. They were either struck by arrows on their shoulders and knees, or were knocked out by Osha¡¯s Divine Lady!¡± A flurry of whispers was heard amongst the crowd. ¡°But this is nothing.¡± The customer suddenly became even more excited, and stood on to the bar counter so that everyone could see him. ¡°The duel two days ago was the truly unforgettable one! Osha versus Black River, a large clan infamous for its audacity and cruelty! I¡¯m sure everyone has heard its name before. Of the duelists that fought against them, very few managed to survive! Though they don¡¯t have a Divine Lady, they are entirely made up of top-top-class warriors, and always send out a full strength of 30 people. Compared to the other two duels, a lot more blood was spilled this round, but¡­¡± The entire tavern quietened down when they heard the word ¡®but¡¯. Everyone was eager for the customer to complete his sentence. ¡°But¡­ once again, not one person died on the platform!¡± The customer exclaimed. Everyone in the crowd gasped. ¡°That¡¯s impossible! When I did some trading in Iron Sand City today, everyone was discussing the news of Black River clan¡¯s heavy losses. They even hung a black flag on the Stone Castle for mourning. And you claim that not one person died?¡± ¡°Ha, you really need to listen more carefully.¡± The customer twitched his fingers. ¡°I said that not one person died on the platform!¡± ¡°I can attest to that,¡± someone swiftly chimed in, ¡°I was also watching!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Although I wasn¡¯t in time for the second holy duel, I was able to make it the day before yesterday. The platform could be said to be flowing with rivers of blood, hence it¡¯s extremely impressive that no one died!¡± Another person added. ¡°What exactly do you mean?¡± ¡°Please elaborate for everyone¡¯s sake.¡± ¡°Miss, give him another three jugs!¡± ¡°It¡¯s easy to understand. The Divine Lady gave them a chance, but even when their limbs were broken or fractured, they tried using their teeth to bite her. Under this circumstance, she was forced to nullify their counterattacking ability completely¡­,¡± The customer deliberately paused for a moment. ¡°She used a long knife to sever their limbs before she kicked them off the platform one by one!¡± ¡°If just an arm or a leg was severed, they would have been able to survive after some treatment. But without all four limbs, they weren¡¯t able to hold on until they reached Iron Sand City. The blood loss alone killed them. Can you really blame Osha for this?¡± He gulped down a large mouthful of wine and repeated his question. ¡°What do y¡¯all think? Speak up!¡± ¡°Probably not¡­ they hadn¡¯t done so in the previous duels, and were forced to do so this time.¡± ¡°That nobody died on the platform is sufficient proof that the Divine Lady had no intention to kill.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right!¡± ¡°In my opinion, Black River deserves it. They didn¡¯t even know who their opponent was, and thought that their usual appearance would intimidate Osha!¡± ¡°Well said!¡± ¡°Barkeeper, give everyone another jug of Firelantern Wine. It¡¯s all on me tonight!¡± Someone shouted towards the second floor of the tavern. Thuram, who had all the time been leaning against the window on the second floor, clapped his hands and replied, ¡°No need. This round is on me. To Osha¡­¡± ¡°To Osha!¡± The first floor of the tavern burst out in cheers. Thuram finished the drink in his hand and let out a long sigh. In the past week, the number of customers to Skull Cup had been rising. The first floor, which had been considered spacious, became overcrowded instead. Everyone was busy discussing only one thing, and that was the holy duels. In fact, it was not only the tavern but also the small oasis which became packed. Wherever he went, he would see moribunds and half-deads from various clans inquiring about news of Osha. This was something that could never have happened in the past. An upsurge in population was a huge burden for the administrators of the small oasis. The granaries never had enough stock to begin with, and furthermore, it was easy for people who came with bad intentions to blend into the crowds. According to the watchdogs¡¯ usual practice, the small oasis only allowed in Ironsand people who were able to bring benefits to the place ¨C they had to be either merchants or warriors who sought refuge. That the clanspeople from all corners of the Silver Stream Oasis were now free to gather here was entirely because of the orders of the new owner, Drow Silvermoon. If he was the Thuram of old, his daily work would simply be intended to earn a few gold royals for the watchdogs, and at the same time set aside some money for himself. The transformation was more than he could ask for. At present, his fate was firmly interlocked with that of the Osha clan. It was exhausting enough to make sure that his men maintained order in the small oasis. Fortunately, the new owner had already considered his circumstance. After the first duel, Drow allowed him to remain in the small oasis and focus on the domestic situation. To ensure an adequate food supply, Iron Axe not only brought back a batch of food from the Cut Bone clan, but also offered gold royals to two other oases. When one of them rejected the deal, they were raided and seized by Graycastle soldiers the very next day, and their territory was exchanged for food from the food-abundant Silver River clan. In reality, by this point in time, Thuram did not have the faintest idea what the Osha people¡¯s intentions were. They not only accepted the challenge of a clan which had been previously unharmed, but also spared the warriors of Cut Bone and Sandstorm clan, allowing them to recover their full strength after a short rest. Even if they desired to be the top clan, doing so seemed completely meaningless! The one thing that comforted Thuram was that the Divine Ladies brought back by Drow Silvermoon were indeed extremely powerful. The party always consisted of only four people, yet they had already beaten three large clans in succession. There were, at present, only two clans to go. And tonight, there should be news from the Land of Fire once more. The outcome of Osha¡¯s challenge against the Wildwave clan. Chapter 765 Chapter 765: The Last Battle Translator: Transn Editor: Meh At midnight, a messenger came running to the tavern, panting. ¡°We won¡­..we won!¡± He said with a husky voice, without even drinking a drop of water, ¡°Sir, the Osha clan has won!¡± To return from the Land of Fire to the small oasis on foot it required a day, and if one could arrive on the same day if traveling by horse. It was obvious that once the fight was over he had immediately rushed back to the oasis. The whole ¡°Skull Cup¡± shook with the news. ¡°Ha, I knew they could win!¡± ¡°What was the course of events?¡± ¡°Tell us, how did they win?¡± ¡°No casualties as always?¡± Talking and asking, everyone surrounded the messenger while at the same time the best fruit wine was delivered in front of him. Thuram also felt relieved. After all, the stronger Osha was, the better life he would have as a member of the clan. He did not care much about the fact that it was not him who had led the clan to score such a victory in the fight. As long as he could make his clan members shed the half-dead and dead status, he would always believe that he had made a good bargain with Graycastle. He clapped towards that clan member. ¡°Take a breath first and then tell us the details of the fight.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± The messenger satisfied his thirst with some fruit win, took a deep breath and said, ¡°The two sides didn¡¯t fight as the Wildwave clan reached an agreement with the Osha princess and willingly gave up the second seat!¡± ¡°What?¡± Everyone in the tavern remained quiet for a while and then suddenly all of them started talking so loud that the roof seemed to shake! ¡°The two sides didn¡¯t fight?¡± ¡°Willingly giving up¡­does this count as surrender?¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t this mean that Osha is one step away from becoming the chief clan?¡± ¡°Winning a series of four holy duels while not killing anyone. This has never happened before!¡± ¡°I also heard of this so I came as fast as I could.¡± ¡°Haha, me too. If it wasn¡¯t¡¯ for this, who would want to leave the Silver Stream Oasis during the cold winter. ¡°Damn, it was worth coming here!¡± ¡°To the Three Gods from Osha!¡± ¡°To Lady Drow Silvermoon!¡± Thulam was also stunned for a moment. But not because of Wildwave clan¡¯s surrender¡ªthis kind of action was understandable. Saving their strength by keeping temporarily the third seat, waiting for Osha and Wildflame to both weaken through their battle and then finding the opportunity to regain second place, or maybe even becoming the chief clan. After all, they could afford to retreat, unlike Wildflame. What surprised him was that he had suddenly come to realize, during all the chatting, what was his new master¡¯s purpose. They were quickly gaining popularity! There has never been a holy duel before that attracted as much of Sand people¡¯s attention as this one¡ªthe vengeful return of the Osha princess, the continuous challenges just like a mighty storm, no matter how many the enemies were¡­ always fighting with four people, plus the extraordinary record of not killing anyone. All of these, as unbelievable as they may sound, greatly attracted people¡¯s curiosity. Even though the holy duel was an important ritual in deciding each clan¡¯s position and power, but for many of the Sand Nation¡¯s people, that was very far from them. Some clans, from their establishment until their disappearance, would never leave the Silver Stream Oasis and so naturally would not care about the challengers and the fights between the clans. After all, being able to stand out from a myriad of clans was so rare that the news of a normal alternation of power was not even as attractive as the news of the Osha being framed by the Ironwhip. But it was different this time. A clan member who had been subjected to exile and the daughter of a chief who was sold as a slave still had the opportunity to turn things around. Just by considering this, most of the weak clans had unconsciously taken the side of the Osha. But the things that happened afterward were even more bizarre and thus in just one month, Osha had turned from an unknown challenger into the center of Sand people¡¯s discussions. The full of people tavern was the best proof. No matter if they were full of expectation or sarcasm, or if they were just curious to see how far could Osha go, at least Drow Silvermoon had now become a household name. It was not hard to imagine that at the time of the last holy duel, numerous people would go to the Land of Fire to personally watch Osha¡¯s battle to ascend to the top. Thuram naturally understood the meaning of such a reputation. The last clan chief whose name spread throughout the entire Southernmost Region had almost unified the whole desert, and even though later he had fallen in the war with Graycastle, he was widely considered as the Three Gods Emissary. Did the new master also had this goal in mind? The only difference this time was that the Osha did not need to oppose Graycastle¡ª the power supporting them was actually the northern kingdom which was suppressing the Sand Nation. ¡°His Majesty Roland Wimbledon will bring order and oasis to the Mojin Clan.¡± Thinking of Iron Axe¡¯s words, he suddenly realized that once Osha really became the chief clan, maybe something great would happen. That would probably change the fate of all Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan. *************** Two days later, outside of the small oasis, at the camp of the First Army. ¡°Your injury¡­ is it ok?¡± Echo looked at Ashes worryingly. The battle with the Black River clan had stained her whole body with blood¡ªeven though most of it was her opponent¡¯s, she still didn¡¯t come out unscathed. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it won¡¯t affect our plan.¡± Ashes carelessly untied her dark hair letting it fall on her loose cope. At times like that, it was impossible to see that she was an experienced fighter, but more of a graceful beauty. ¡°Leaf¡¯s herbs are also very effective, the deeper cuts are almost healed.¡± ¡°They are only a few exterior injuries, Extraordinary witches are physically better than us. After all, all of the nutrition goes to the muscles instead of the brain.¡± Andrea shrugged. ¡°When she was fighting alone against the church, she was hiding in places that even mice were not willing to stay, surviving on dead animals. If that didn¡¯t kill her then don¡¯t even mention these small injuries.¡± Ashes rolled her eyes but instead of arguing with her like usual, she leaned on the chair and closed her eyes. ¡°This is how a veteran should act,¡± Iron Axe next to her thought, ¡°apart from eating and fighting, the rest of the time should be used for resting, in order to restore both physical and mental health. The other witches of Neverwinter may also be strong but not many of them would be able to do that.¡± This is why His Majesty had delayed his plan only to wait for her. ¡°What¡¯re we going to do next?¡± Echo asked. ¡°We have done our best according to His Majesty¡¯s instructions.¡± Iron Ax recalled Roland¡¯s instructions before their departure. Although some words were very hard to understand, like the making hype being the most important thing, by creating a topic, a legendary duel, so that the whole desert could hear their voice and so on¡­but in overall, the plan was to draw as much public attention as possible. Nowadays, more and more people were coming to watch the holy duel from various locations of the Silver Stream Oasis, so their plan was successful. ¡°All that is left is to defeat Wildflame, and then, at the holy land, in the presence of everyone, you tell them what His Majesty has instructed you. ¡°I¡­Understood,¡± Echo remained silent for a while and then clenched her fist as if motivating herself. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, lady Silvermoon, His Majesty didn¡¯t require everyone to understand this, you don¡¯t need to feel too much pressure.¡± Iron Axe said. ¡°You only need to do as usual and let your voice be heard everywhere in the Land of Fire. No matter how many people respond to us, the new order will spread in the whole Southernmost Region down the Silver Stream. Suddenly, Thuram entered the room. He saluted the four of them and took out a letter. ¡°The Wildflame clan responded to Osha¡¯s challenge request, but¡­they require specific people to participate in the battle. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Andrea frowned. ¡°It says in the letter that Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan wishes to have a one on one fight with Ashes on the Burning Stage,¡± Thuram replied respectfully. Chapter 766 Chapter 766: Ashes Against Lorgar! Translator: Transn Editor: Meh The holy duel between Osha clan and Wildflame clan was about to begin as planned. The Land of Fire had never been as lively as it was today, with the spectators almost surrounding the high platform¡ªin order to ensure that more people enter the holy land, Iron Axe also released on loan a box of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. As long as one clan had no more than 50 people, the rest of the clans would not say anything. Even if they wanted to, they wouldn¡¯t be able to stop them. Osha nowadays was already the popular second strongest clan. As long as they did not oppose the Three Gods, anything they required had to be taken into careful consideration. Under the cheerings of the crowd, Ashes slowly walked on the platform¡ªthe Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan were full of respect for real fighters and her performance the past month had earned her everyone¡¯s respect. Some were even calling her the strongest fighter in the Northern kingdom. Thus, this fight was regarded as the battle between the strongest of the Nothern kingdom and the strongest of the Southernmost Region. Ashes was still dressed like usual, her long hair tied into a ponytail and hanging down her waist. She was wearing a black robe without any armor and not carrying any weapons. But it wasn¡¯t because she was arrogant. The Wildflame clan¡¯s request for an ¡°unarmed fight¡± meant according to Thuram, a fight without any weapons, armor or other supporting items including God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. Obviously, banning God¡¯s Stones would help Lorgar to some degree, since it would inadvertently weaken the Extraordinary¡¯s combat strength. Ashes believed that it was a coincidence, because in the past month, she had found out that they were not aware of the categorization of witch¡¯s powers. As long as one had awakened, she was regarded as a Divine lady, but they did not know of the most special type of witch: the Extraordinaries. The opponent probably just wanted a good fight. She ultimately agreed to this request, after taking into account that the ability of Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan still belonged to the melee type¡ªthis information had not only been confirmed by Thuram¡¯s description but also from many other sources. The Divine lady Lorgar¡¯s ability was almost similar to that of Maggie¡¯s, as she could turn into a monster while obtaining strength and agility far beyond that of ordinary people. This made her extremely excited. Who would be stronger, a transformed witch or an Extraordinary? If it was an opponent like Anna, Ashes would have never accepted. The unpredictable Blackfire could both defend and attack so there was no way to fight against it. Without the protection of God¡¯s Stone, it would almost be impossible to get closer than ten meters. On the other hand, an equal combat would also be beneficial for her. Since she found out about the Transcendent, Ashes were always thinking of improving her ability. According to Agatha, becoming a Transcendent required everyday practice as well as continuously battling with strong opponents. This way, through life and death situations, one could achieve high evolution. This was the main reason that led her to accept the opponent¡¯s request. At that moment, a sudden cheer burst from the crowd as a woman wearing a hooded cloak swiftly jumped on the platform, heading towards Ashes. Being the strongest of them, the Sand people¡¯s cheering for her was slightly louder. There was no doubt that she was the opponent she had to face today¡ªthe Wildflame clan¡¯s Divine lady, Lorgar. ¡°You are Ashes?¡± she took off her hood and revealed her red curly hair as well as¡­a pair of tall fluffy ears. Ashes was stunned, ¡°Are these..dog ears?¡± ¡°Wolf ears!¡± Lorgar corrected her and her face instantly became red. ¡°Oh, you aren¡¯t wearing shoes? Isn¡¯t the ground too hot?¡± She gazed down at her bare feet. ¡°Mojins are never afraid of the hot sand,¡± She tiptoed while taking off her cloak, exposing also a fluffy tail behind her. Judging by her expression, it was obvious that it was hot¡­Ashes shrugged, ¡°You are getting used to the consumption of magic power by always maintaining your transformation? It seems like a good way to practice.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t understand what are you saying,¡± Lorgar waved her tail. ¡°This is the price for this ability given by the Three Gods, it¡¯s not some kind of practice¡ªI have no way to transform back to human form so I can only live on as half human and half beast.¡± So that was the case, Ashes realized. Because she did not want to expose her appearance, she had to wear a cloak even such a hot place¡­ and revealing her animalized form once she was already on stage would make everyone think that she had transformed because she had entered the battle. So what the intelligence referred to as a monster, was actually a wolf? She wasn¡¯t sure whether it would be effective or not to decrease Lorgar¡¯s fighting capacity by using a bone to allure her and distract her. At least for Maggie, that would be extremely effective. ¡°What are laughing at?¡± Lorgar frowned. ¡°Are you underestimating me?¡± ¡°No, nothing,¡± Ashes suppressed her smile, ¡°I just remembered a funny friend¡­since you are ready, let¡¯s begin.¡± ¡°My thoughts exactly.¡± Lorgar raised both of her hands and the once smooth female arms transformed into a pair of thick wolf claws. ¡°Father, please knock the gong!¡± Is this¡­partial animalization through free will? Ashes raised her eyebrows. Even though she was ignorant of the mysteries of magic power, she was still able to control and utilize her power properly. This was hard even for Maggie and only in dangerous situations were she able to do it. As the chief of Wildflame hit the gong with intense, Lorgar pushed with both feet and lunged towards her. The Wolf girl¡¯s speed was pretty fast but in the eyes of Ashes, it still wasn¡¯t that different from ordinary people¡¯s. She could even determine where the opponent¡¯s landing position would be and thus prepare her own attacking position in advance. But she didn¡¯t do it. Lorgar was obviously not using her full power but instead was planning to test her strength through such a move. So, Ashes decided to oppose her head on in order to make her realize that she had no chance to defeat her unless she completely transformed first. She held out her hands and firmly grabbed Wolf girl¡¯s paws like a pincer. Then she turned her body and, using her opponent¡¯s momentum, she held her above her shoulders and smashed her forcefully on the ground. This was the advantage of an Extraordinary. Partial animalization meant only partially strengthened power for Lorgar, but as for Ashes, each of her fingers, each of her tendons were strengthened at all times. Magic power would strengthen her body every day, continuously and no matter the time she would always feel her body surging with power. She punched downwards, smashing the ground where Lorgar was lying. As for the latter, she had rolled over to dodge her and then put her hands upside down, bent her knees and kicked towards her. But the kick that would have caused a viscera rupture on any adult was single-handedly grabbed by Ashes, who instantly squeezed it peeling off the skin of Lorgar¡¯s calf, almost breaking it. At that moment, Wolf Girl realized the danger through her pain, kicked towards Ashes¡¯ head with her other foot while simultaneously transforming her foot into a wolf leg! Ashes loosened her five fingers and bent to escape the sweeping strike. Lorgar finally escaped and did not dare to keep on testing so she transformed her other leg into a wolf leg too¡ªas a result, all four of her limbs had been completely animalized, which not only increased her height quite a bit but also improved her speed and strength. As far as Ashes was concerned, her opponent¡¯s situation did not improve that much though. Any parts of her body that had not been animalized were obviously her weak spots. For example the head and the abdomen. The Extraordinary fiercely punched with two fists, forcing Lorgar to also use both of her paws to stop her. Then, she smirked and before the Wolf Girl could realize what happened, she forcefully hit the other¡¯s forehead with her own. ¡°Woo¡ª¡± Princess Lorgar couldn¡¯t help but utter a painful cry, with tears and blood coming out simultaneously. The huge impact had crashed her nose and she was forced by the the intense pain to close her eyes. Ashes turned around, kicked Lorgar¡¯s soft abdomen and sent her flying! Chapter 767 Chapter 767: Extraordinary Training Method Translator: Transn Editor: Meh The noisy field quietened down suddenly. No one could have expected that Lorgar would have fallen into a disadvantage so soon after the fighting began. From the looks of this round, Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan was definitely wounded heavily. Only Ashes knew that she had not used her full power in that attack. At that moment she struck Wolf Girl, the other party had already speedily retreated backward and had slightly curled her body. Therefore the attack was not taken at a full blow. In the face of a heavy blow, Lorgar consciously avoided being in the scope of the enemy¡¯s attack. This indicated that even if she had not experienced the real battle of life and death, at least she had put in a lot of efforts in training. The girl fell to the ground and rolled around for two laps. Her body rapidly started to inflate, causing the clothes on her body to get torn to shreds. Her smooth skin exposed was covered by the fluffy light yellow mane. ¡°Um¡­ she looks different from Maggie.¡± Ashes pondered. ¡°Fat Pigeon wraps herself up with hair and then transforms into a bird species, so this could be considered a purely physical change. No wonder she chooses to fight barefoot before, as she knows that every time she animalizes into a beast, she¡¯ll ruin a pair of shoes. That will be a heavy burden even for a big clan.¡± By contrast, Maggie was much more economical. Not only would she not damage her clothes, but she could also wrap her package in her hair and most of the time that meant she could carry an extra luggage. ¡°Ow ow ow woo¡ª!¡± When Lorgar stopped rolling, her body had completely changed its appearance. A huge desert wolf appeared on the platform. Ashes had seen these wolves with yellow fur on her way to and from the Land of Fire. Compared to the snow wolves at Western Region, their fur was not only stubby and hard, but they were also thinner in shape. After sunset, their eyes would occasionally emit a green light, and they constantly had an insatiable look. Obviously, they led different lives from their same kind in the Misty Forest. Other than the lack of rich rations, they also faced the threat of other brutal predators. But this wolf in front of her was way too large. Even a horse would be dwarfed beside her. Just her limbs alone were already half a head higher than Ashes. If Lorgar stood on her hind legs, that would be the height of two adult men. And her severely damaged nose was also reflected in the animalized body. The cocked bridge of her nose had a collapsed part, and the nostrils also blew out hot air and streaks of fresh blood. Lorgar howled loudly and caused the onlookers at Sand Nation to gasp in astonishment. Not only Ashes, but it was the first time for everyone around to witness the changing process of the strongest goddess in the Southernmost Region. It was natural for them to feel great pressure and fear standing under such a burly body. Without waiting for their inhaling sounds to subside, Wolf Girl sprang forward toward Ashes again. This time Ashes looked more serious, as the latter¡¯s speed had almost reached the level of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. And with such a huge figure, its power certainly could not be underestimated. She avoided Lorgar¡¯s thrust by moving aside and immediately realized that she had made the wrong move. Wolf Girl¡¯s range after animalizing was too wide. Compared with the God¡¯s Punishment Army warrior that had the same size as common people, she often only needed to move one step to dodge the attack. And with two or three steps she could even counterattack. But for the giant beast, the number of steps needed to be increased at least several times. Right now, Ashes barely avoided the attack, before the other party struck with her right claw and hit her like a huge wall. ¡°Boom¡ª!¡± Being unable to avoid the attack, she had no choice but to lift her arms to block the attack head-on. Although the collision gave both sides exactly the same impact, the advantages of body shape at this moment were very clear. Lorgar¡¯s whole body trembled due to the impact, while Ashes was completely thrown out flying. ¡­ Under the platform, Echo could not help grabbing Andrea¡¯s wrist. ¡°Ashes¡­ Will she be alright?¡± After animalizing into a huge beast, the situation was reversed. Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan kept pursuing Ashes, and the latter could only use most of her energy to defend and dodge with almost no way of fighting back. Although both were unarmed, each of their kicks and punches was as sharp as an iron hammer at this level. Several wounds appeared on Ashes¡¯s body, and the blood gradually dyed her robes red. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, an attack like this won¡¯t cost her her life. She still hasn¡¯t given all her force.¡± Andrea continued and said, ¡°Ashes may not have many strengths, but she is exceptional at resisting attacks.¡± ¡°Not yet given her¡­ all?¡± Echo was startled and said, ¡°But she¡¯s obviously panting, and she doesn¡¯t look at all relaxed!¡± ¡°Do you know the Extraordinary Training Method during the Taquila age?¡± Andrea asked in return. ¡°No, what¡¯s that?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a way to speed up the consumption of magic power so that one can be in training mode all the time¡­ According to His Majesty Roland, this was both ancient and inefficient, hence it would be better to study two more books to analyze how muscles and bones can convert chemical energy into mechanical energy.¡± She chuckled and said, ¡°But I think for someone with the intelligence of Ashes, she might be particularly suitable for this stupid method¡ªafter all, letting her read a book was simply too difficult.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Echo widened her mouth in surprise. ¡°Of course,¡± said Andrea gracefully while she smoothened the ends of her hair. ¡°Look, she¡¯s going to fight back.¡± ¡­ As soon as Ashes managed to distance herself from her opponent, she pulled out a black tape from within her arms. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± said Lorgar, who stopped in her tracks and shouted, ¡°is that a weapon?¡± The crowd was also stirred up. The agreement of the holy duel was sanctioned by the Three Gods and deserters would be eternally spurned. So no one violated this even if it was not checked by anyone. Ashes smiled and casually threw the cloth strap on the ground. It looked like a waist strap, but it made a dull crash when it fell on the ground as if she had thrown a heavy stone, instead of a gentle piece of cloth. Wolf Girl¡¯s howlings suddenly contracted. However, this was not the only burden. Then she crouched down and took the two pieces of black tape that were tied to her ankles. They looked ordinary but were handmade by Soraya. If they were ordinary fabrics, even the most sturdy canvas would not last more than a week. The cloth strap was divided into three layers. The innermost one was hollow, and filled with special iron bars. Each short part weighed about ten pounds. The cloth strap for the waist would be equivalent to the weight of carrying an adult person. When she stood up again, she felt her whole body full of strength again and the long-lost sense of ease once again returned to her body. ¡°Extraordinaries wear this kind of thing to practice. The faster the magic is consumed, the stronger the body gets.¡± Ashes still remembered what Agatha said at that time. ¡°Even many people bring them to the battlefield, and at the most crucial moment, the most unexpected power could be released. If all went well and you persisted for five to six years, you could even hope to break through the body¡¯s shackles and become a Transcendent.¡± And now, just over a year and three months have passed. Chapter 768 Chapter 768: Bloodbathed Battle Translator: Transn Editor: Meh This was the first time Ashes initiated the attack since Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan had completely animalized. Lorgar also did not back down and lifted her body toward her opponent. But this time she found that her attacks could no longer be coherent, and even with a wide range of Sweeping Strike, it was difficult to force the other party to block or counterattack. She was always a little slower than Ashes. She could hit Ashes before, but now she could only tear off a corner of her clothing. And more often than not, she could not reach anything. After fighting for a moment, Wolf Girl had to use a strong tactic. When her right claw was unsuccessful, she had to use the remainder of her strength to rotate her body, and use her stout tail to hit the other party¡ªthis tactic allowed her to instantly place half of the platform within her attacking range. Even if Ashes were quick on her feet it would be impossible to retreat completely, unless she had no intention from the start to approach. A tail like an iron whip could easily scrape off fresh flesh, and most of the wounds on Ashes were left behind by this move. However, the expected crash did not come. Sounds of exclamation could be heard coming from the platform. Oh no! Lorgar¡¯s heart suddenly had a bad premonition and at the same time, she saw a fallen figure from the corner of her eye. She¡ªcan fly? All the bystanders were staring with their eyes wide open. They saw Ashes levitating even over the top of Wolf Girl who was half a head taller than her, and she landed directly on the turning head of her opponent! Tail attacks had a wide range, yet could only sweep close to the ground raid without being a threat to mid-air targets. However, it would be extremely difficult for most people to jump over such a great distance. As it would be easy for opponents to judge the landing point leading to the inevitable next attack, so few people would jump into a duel. Unfortunately, after Wolf Girl rotated her body to do a sweeping strike, her tail part became her blind zone. Ashes no longer chose to show mercy, but smashed her fist into Lorgar¡¯s eye, causing the eyeballs to split open suddenly. A mass of blood splashed over half of her body, and severe pain caused the latter to scream out hoarsely. Even if the body could bear the attack, the organs such as the eyes were still very fragile parts. After losing one eye, the duel had quickly tilted its balance in favor toward the Extraordinary. However, just as Ashes inteded to withdraw her fist and give her opponent a chance to surrender, she found that Lorgar¡¯s eye was closed and her right hand was gripped tightly by her eyelids and face muscles. In the meantime, a giant claw came flashing toward Ashes¡ªeven if this claw managed to wound her, it would also increase the trauma of Wolf Girl¡¯s eye. Lorgar showed that she was determined to fight. Normally, imprisonment like this would be unable to trap the Extraordinary witch, but just slow down her actions by a little. But at such a critical moment, even a breath of time could be extremely deadly. Ashes knew very well that she could not avoid it, so she did not hesitate and lifted the other arm to face the attack head-on. She seemed to have heard the sound of her broken bones caused by the tremendous impact. She sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood. This was probably the first time after the duel started that she was really hit. As the two separated, Ashes noticed that her left arm had been bent into a weird shape. ¡°Roar¡ª¡ª!¡± Lorgar roared loudly and rushed towards Ashes with her mouth wide open, ready to bite. Instead of retreating, Ashes rolled forward. She escaped the other party¡¯s bite and crawled under the blind zone of Wolf Girl¡¯s neck. Then with one hand holding the ground, she kicked both legs to the other¡¯s forelimb. With a loud noise, the forelimb bent out like a folding door. And at this point, the three-legged Wolf Girl almost lost her ability to attack. ¡°Lorgar, that¡¯s enough!¡± The head of Wildflame Guelz shouted. ¡°No, I can still fight!¡± Lorgar replied breathlessly. ¡°Her situation isn¡¯t much better. I just need to hold on for a while¡­ hold on for a while and it¡¯ll be alright!¡± Ashes licked the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, and could not help but laugh. Her opponent was right as her situation was indeed not too good. The heavy blow caused her whole body to ache and her internal organs felt like they had shifted positions; her arm was also broken and drooping weakly beside her. She looked as pathetic as the one-eyed giant wolf that was standing with three legs. However, a man could move by two legs, but a wolf could not. Coupled with the loss of one eye, the limited vision would further hinder Wolf Girl¡¯s action. If she could not accurately hit the enemy, then being strong and powerful would be meaningless. This was what she had learned from her experience of fighting with the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. The other thing that could be confirmed was that she was now a lot stronger than she was a year ago. This was particularly obvious when she received that great impact. Ashes could clearly feel the magic power in her body flow faster than ever before, and time seemed to slow down in that instant. She could even see the claws and meat pad that kept coming close toward her. And most of the magic gathered in her forearm, so she had an unprecedented strength. If it were her in the past, this strike would not only have broken that arm that was used as a shield, but would have also cracked her ribs and internal organs. But for now, she just felt pain and not numbness nor weakness. Was this what Agatha meant by the life and death sentiment? She felt as if she was standing in front of a thick door. If Wolf Girl could partially control her magic power to partly animalize her own body, could the Extraordinary apply the same method each time to attack with a strength beyond the limits of her own power? This may be a worthwhile exercise. Of course, the most important thing now is to resolve this duel. If I break even the other eye, she will have no choice but to admit defeat, right? Anyway, with the help of Leaf¡¯s herbs, she could stay alive. As long as she could be towed back to the Western Region, Nana would be able to heal her back to brand new. Ashes took a deep breath and bent down slightly. Lorgar also got ready for an attacking stance and exposed her fangs at the same time. Both of them knew that the next blow would be the final blow for both parties, no matter what the outcome was. Only one person would be standing on the platform. The heavy atmosphere infected all the spectators and the entire scene was silent, leaving only the sound of the burning ground. Just as Ashes was about to move, there was a sudden scream from Echo. ¡°Be careful, overhead!¡± She rapidly looked up and saw a huge monster rushing down that had expanded wings even wider than the platform. Its claws were like open blades, and as thick as an arm. Only when it got close to the ground, could she hear the hiss of the air stream passing over its wings. Ashes jumped aside with her greatest strength to avoid the monster¡¯s diving attack range. And through the corner of her eye, she saw that Lorgar was also trying to dodge its attack. But because of her broken forelimbs, she was unable to and got hit directly by the enemy. With a boom, the platform was smashed into several cracks by this meteoroid-like impact. Lorgar cried out piercing screams. Chapter 769 Chapter 769: Unyielding Will Translator: Transn Editor: Meh ¡°By the name of Three Gods! That¡¯s¡­ the Four-winged Eagle!¡± ¡°How dare this beast break into the Burning Shrine!¡± ¡°Help, help me!¡± ¡°Guards, where are the guards?¡± Screams of panic and disbelief came from the crowd. Some of the Sand Nation people pulled out their weapons and climbed up the platform to save Lorgar, while the others wanted to flee. The scene suddenly became quite chaotic. Ashes could see clearly through the smoke that the bird was actually a giant demonic beast. It resembled a demonic hybrid of an eagle and a beetle. The back, lower abdomen, and head were covered with a striped shell. It had six claws and each section could be clearly seen. The front pair was the thickest and held Lorgar firmly on the ground like an iron clamp. The four pairs of wings, which should have been as thin as cicada wings were thick like bird wings and became its most striking feature. Nature could never produce such an ugly monster. The demonic beast kept trying to peck her neck while pressing down Wolf Girl. Its claws could not be avoided, and Wolf Girl could only sway from left to right to avoid the attack. The inability to move her body greatly limited the range that she could dodge. In a short time, her cheek already suffered a few scratches, and the fresh blood stained her fur. By the look of things, she would not be able to hold for a long time and would be killed by the demonic beast. Ashes would definitely not allow it to happen. Ashes assisted Iron Axe in participating in the Desert Mission because of Tilly; using the holy duel to decide victory was also the choice of the latter. She had the aid of Leaf¡¯s herbs and Nana¡¯s treatment, so she took this matter very seriously in order not to let Lorgar down. However, Lorgar was still a witch, and so long as she was not evil like a Pure Witch, there was no way Ashes could sit by idly and let her die in the hands of the demonic beast. ¡°Echo!¡± Ashes shouted, and then plunged toward the demonic hybrid. She clung to its mouth at that moment when it was trying to peck again. The sharp corner of its mouth scratched her arm and the blood dripped bit by bit on Wolf Girl¡¯s face, but she was still motionless. Wolf Girl looked up at Ashes weakly with her remaining eye. Her dark pupil revealed a complex look. At the same time, Echo¡¯s lullaby could be heard. The music gradually dispersed everyone¡¯s panic and soothed the crowd that was trying to escape. Without the interference from the surrounding crowd, repeated gunfire sounds could be heard from where Andrea was standing. She was different from the First Army that might accidentally wound the witch. Her precise shooting ability ensured that as long as there was a glimmer of space, she could hit the target perfectly. Ashes saw Lorgar¡¯s claws tremble fiercely. Then several rounds of bullets hit the same joint position, breaking the Four-winged Eagle¡¯s claws directly into two pieces. After losing the clamp, Lorgar rolled up and kicked the beast¡¯s belly, and kicked it out. The latter flapped its wings and rose again. Only now did the First Army squad ring out the gunshots for the very first time. Unfortunately, it was not so easy to hit a flying target that could circle or swing up and down and was behaving more like an erratic insect than a bird. ¡°Are you ok?¡± Ashes took off her black robe and covered the diminishing body of the huge wolf. ¡°Temporarily¡­ Ahem, I won¡¯t die yet¡­¡± Lorgar that had regained her human form, coughed out a mouthful of blood foam, and struggled to climb up but failed several times. ¡°Don¡¯t move around or else you will aggravate your wounds.¡± Ashes groped along her body and discovered that one side of the chest was sunken down and she could feel the bumps of the raised bones. It was clear that several ribs were broken in the previous violent impact. It was fortunate that the wolf form could resist the impact of the heavy attacks. If she had retained her human form, that attack would have probably taken her life. Wildflame clan warriors also surrounded the area with their short bows and aimed toward the demonic beast in the sky. But even firearms could not be effective at this distance, therefore arrows were even more useless. ¡°Watch out! It¡¯s coming again!¡± Echo warned everyone again. ¡°Everyone get out of the way!¡± Ashes hugged Lorgar and rolled on the spot to avoid the grazing attack of the demonic beast. Several clan warriors were unable to avoid it and were thrown out with their chests heavily deflated, so they were unlikely to survive. The Four-winged Eagle obviously had a high level of intelligence. It seemed to realize that the only thing that could threaten it was the rifle held by Andrea. When it was diving and attacking Lorgar, it would always use its abdomen¡¯s shell to face the blonde witch. It also followed a rocking motion and a polyline flight path. When Andrea was refilling, the demonic beast would throw the people it captured toward Hummingbird and Echo to obstruct her filling action and also rotate the direction of attack. Andrea avoided the danger several times by a thin thread. In addition to paying attention to the movements of the demonic beast, she also had to take care of the other two partners. If she had not mastered the new evolutionary skills that enabled her to release a strong air stream at close range, she would have been thrown down ages ago by the demonic beast. Ashes could not help frowning as this Four-winged Eagle seemed like it was targeting the witches. If it simply wanted to prey on food, the platform was full of people, and no one would have stopped it from taking away one or two people. But it dived repeatedly to attack Lorgar or would stare at Andrea and the other witches. It showed no interest in the ordinary people and was vastly different from the rumored brutal and bloodthirsty assailant. The First Army had only 50 soldiers that entered the Land of Fire and were no help in dealing with a flexible target in the air. Ashes thought it was necessary to lead it to the top of the large army and hopefully, it could be shot down with more intense gunfire. But¡­ what exactly needed to be done? At this moment, Lorgar grabbed her hand. ¡°Throw me upwards.¡± Wolf Girl gasped and spoke one word at a time. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ Throw me up!¡± She repeated. ¡°When it¡¯s coming toward us, that¡¯s the only¡­ the only chance I can catch it. I can¡¯t act on my own, I can only depend on you!¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t succeed, you may die here,¡± said Ashes. ¡°A warrior¡¯s second home has always been the battlefield,¡± said Lorgar, with her ears drooping down. ¡°So at least I¡¯ve resisted until the very end. You are the most powerful warrior I¡¯ve ever met¡­ Ahem¡­ You¡¯ve given me the chance to experience such a wonderful fight. Thank you.¡± Ashes saw a firm resolve from her expression and nodded after a moment of silence, ¡°I see. But you¡¯re mistaken, it¡¯s not our last fight.¡± ¡°Even if I¡­ manage to stay alive, it will be impossible for me to stand like a normal person. You don¡¯t need to comfort me.¡± She laughed at herself. Even if she could recover from such heavy wounds, she would still be disabled. Perhaps death would be a better option for her. ¡°There¡¯s a witch called Nana in Neverwinter of Graycastle, who can heal any man back to brand new. Even someone who¡¯s breathing his last or whose limbs are entirely broken,¡± said Ashes, slightly widening her mouth. The wolf¡¯s ears became erect in the blink of an eye. ¡°What you just said¡­ is that true?¡± ¡°Of course, I have gone through no less than a hundred battles like this one, and there were even more powerful enemies. And if you want to hone your skills, you can find opportunities at any time. So if you live¡­¡± Ashes stopped here without finishing what she wanted to say, as she realized that the other party¡¯s remaining eye now reflected a brand new light. ¡°I¡¯ll survive, for sure.¡± ¡°Well, come up then.¡± Ashes no longer hesitated and grabbed Lorgar¡¯s foot with one hand. She took advantage of Four-winged Eagle diving toward the center of the platform, to fling herself around for two turns before throwing Lorgar out¡ª Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan was like a flying arrow with her black robes, aiming at the monster that was flying straight down. Chapter 770 Chapter 770: Echo and Drow Silvermoon Translator: Transn Editor: Meh ¡°Siyaaaaa!¡± The Four-winged Eagle let out a peculiar high-pitched sound as it probably did not expect the other party to take the initiative in attacking it. It opened its beak and without a moment to spare, immediately attacked Lorgar without bothering to dodge. What happened next shook the hearts of the onlookers. Lorgar instantly transformed into a massive Desert Wolf and smacked the strange bird¡¯s face with thunderous strength! The eagle¡¯s head bent to one side and its beak that was originally able to pick up an adult with ease suddenly broke away. It was then already too late for the demonic hybrid to adjust its balance, so the two beasts just fiercely collided with each other. Lorgar once again spits out fresh blood, but she still tightly grabbed on to the demonic beast, and her teeth sank deeply into its flesh. The demonic beast sensed danger from the Desert Wolf clinging on to her and desperately flapped its wings trying to fly up. However, no matter how hard it moved its wings, it was unable to gain altitude due to the Wolf Girl who weighed as heavy as itself. ¡°Andrea!¡± Ashes shouted at her companion. ¡°I knew that you would have to depend on me eventually,¡± said Andrea. She threw her rifle back to Echo and leaped up the platform while summoning the Magical Longbow. At the same time, the two beasts smashed down heavily onto the platform. With a flash of white light, the Desert Wolf which was sitting on top of the Four-winged Eagle suddenly disappeared. Ashes knew then that Lorgar had already reached her limit. But fortunately, the outcome of this battle had already been decided. She took a dead Sand Nation warrior¡¯s robe and rushed toward the demonic beast. Upon closer inspection, she could see that the demonic beast¡¯s back and the abdominal shell was pockmarked with several wounds. Some were scratches, while others were small holes that oozed green slime and blue blood. These wounds were probably left by the First Army, but none of them had inflicted fatal damage to the demonic beast. She quickly found the motionless Princess Lorgar in the gap between the wings and carried her down the platform. From the corner of her eye, she saw the longbow in Andrea¡¯s hands shining with golden light. The hybrid demonic beast that had been wounded quite severely had its head swaying and was staggering on the ground when it suddenly found something resembling a golden sun next to it. ¡°Hey, what are you looking at?¡± Andrea laughed mockingly. ¡°Fly away if you can.¡± ¡°Shriek¡ª!¡± It finally recovered its senses and tried spreading its wings in a panic to escape. But it was too late. A blinding ray of light shot out from the Magical Longbow, and with a thundering whistle, it pierced through the demonic beast¡¯s body. In a flash, its body suddenly started emitting countless beams of golden light, as if a sun was trying to break out of its body and began engulfing it in its glow! As it quieted down, a circular crater a few meters wide appeared in the middle of the platform. All that was left of the Four-winged eagle was a piece of its body lying on the edge of the gap, and its remaining body parts were splattered all over the place like tiny droplets of rain. Andrea stood proudly in this torrential rain of flesh and gore, with her golden bow giving her long hair and alluring figure an eye-catching silhouette. ¡°Why are you still materializing your longbow? Are you wasting your magical power?¡± Ashes who was under the platform got grumpy and stood up. ¡°Of course, it¡¯s for the people here to remember my heroic appearance¡­ ah, sh*t.¡± She suddenly covered her mouth halfway through her sentence. ¡°It¡¯s all your fault for making me talk. What if some bird meat fell into my mouth?¡± Ashes could only roll her eyes at that. ¡­ The Wildflame chief Guelz had an ashen face as he gently received his daughter from Ashes. With his shoulders slightly quivering, he said, ¡°Is Lorgar¡­ ¡± ¡°She¡¯s still alive, but it doesn¡¯t look good. Even the best herbal remedies can only delay her death.¡± Ashes shrugged and said, ¡°Unless we treat her immediately.¡± ¡°You¡­ have a way to cure her?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, and she can be as healthy as she was before the duel.¡± Guelz stared with his eyes wide open and gazed at the Extraordinary witch for a while before finally slowly opening his mouth. ¡°Then¡­ what¡¯s the price?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know soon enough,¡± Ashes tugged her hand and said, ¡°But what I want to know is¡­ Will you acknowledge the result of the holy duel?¡± ¡°Wildflame isn¡¯t Ironwhip, and we won¡¯t deny a victory that was won through blood and honor. Furthermore¡­¡± Guelz sighed and said, ¡°no one can deny that you are currently the strongest clan. If you don¡¯t believe, you can listen for yourself¡­¡± Ashes have certainly heard it. Be it on the platform or the Burning Road, every single person present was shouting a single name in unison. ¡°Osha! Osha! Osha!¡± It was among this cheer, that Echo climbed up to the platform. ¡°I am the chief of the Osha clan, Drow Silvermoon, but I also have another name, Echo of Graycastle¡¯s Witch Union!¡± Her voice sounded clearly above the noise of the crowd and reached everyone¡¯s ears. ¡°I have lost everything since the betrayal of the Iron Whip clan. Not only was my clan exiled, but I was also sold into slavery, from the Port of Clearwater, all the way to the King¡¯s City in Graycastle. I was fortunate enough to be rescued by a witch organization. After that, I was transferred to a small town in the Western Region, where my name has been changed to Echo.¡± She paused momentarily, then said, ¡°I prefer the name Echo more than Drow Silvermoon¡ªthough I have been through some painful experiences, I am so much happier than I ever was in the desert. That town, which was once a desolate town on the border, has now become a bustling city. Most of the growth during this period was brought by a Lord, His Majesty Roland Wimbledon of Graycastle, and he was also the one who changed my destiny!¡± Ashes were stunned. ¡°This¡­ doesn¡¯t sound like the rehearsed speech.¡± ¡°Well,¡± said Andrea, with a light chuckle, ¡°it¡¯s what she¡¯s been wanting to say the most. And besides, all we can do now is applaud her.¡± In the beginning, Echo seemed a bit nervous, but once she started talking about Neverwinter¡¯s interesting lifestyle, she began to talk with increasing confidence. ¡°I know you are curious as to why I¡¯m saying all these things, after all, it¡¯s just someplace in the North. No matter how beautiful it is, it has nothing to do with our people in the Sand Nation. That¡¯s right¡­ Maybe this was the way it used to be, but now things are not the same!¡± ¡°His Majesty¡¯s catchphrase is that Neverwinter will never discriminate based on origin. His city has people from all kinds of backgrounds: ordinary people from Graycastle, witches, and even people from foreign clans! This is enough to prove his kindness and benevolence. Now he intends to save the Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan from this blood-soaked, barren desert and grant you all a better life, just like he did when he helped the witches¡ªand I¡¯m carrying out the will of His Majesty, Roland Wimbledon, to deliver this news to all of you in the name of the strongest clan: he has decided to become the chief of the Mojin Clan to unify the entire desert and treat us all as his people!¡± Chapter 771 Chapter 771: Desert Promise Translator: Transn Editor: Meh ¡°What is¡­ a chief?¡± ¡°Sounds like the head of all the clans¡­¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that the same as the Three Gods Emissary?¡± The crowd began to discuss. At that moment, the head of the Black River clan that had descended to fourth place, jumped onto the platform and questioned loudly, ¡°But the king of the northern kingdom you mentioned, Roland Wimbledon, is not a Mojins. How could he rule the entire desert?¡± ¡°Here it is,¡± Ashes thought. ¡°This is one of the key problems that they have to deal with if they want to put the Southernmost Region into the prefecture of Graycastle. I¡¯ll see how Echo handles it.¡± Echo looked at him and asked peacefully, ¡°Were the Three Gods Emissaries who used to rule the desert¡­ Mojins?¡± Her voice was not high, yet with the help of her magic power, it traveled to everyone¡¯s ears. The head of the Black River clan was startled when he heard it. ¡°Um, well¡­¡± ¡°We all know that the answer is negative.¡± Echo noticed his silence, so she looked under the platform and said, ¡°The Three Gods Emissaries were real giants. It¡¯s said that they didn¡¯t have uniform looks. One of them had four feet and three hands and another had more than one head. Undoubtedly, they were not Mojins.¡± At this point, she began to speak in a much higher pitch, ¡°The few words left by the emissaries have become principals that are abided by all Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan. The laws carved onto the slate tells us about the desert rulers, one is being blessed by the Three Gods, the other is opening up boundless oases and keeping all the clans away from hunger, thirst, and death. Anyone who could accomplish any of those can become the ruler of the Southernmost Region.¡± The discussion in the crowd quieted down. Nobody wanted to object the laws left by the Three Gods Emissaries at the Land of Fire. In fact, the holy duel was a way to decide power distribution originated from the laws. ¡°But the Three Gods Emissaries did bring green land to the desert.¡± The head of the Black River clan did not want to be neglected. He pointed at Echo and raised his voice, ¡°It¡¯s said that 1,000 years ago, this area was an oasis! Is the king of Graycastle capable of that? Don¡¯t be deceived by false benefits. Anyone who owns that kind of power is not different from the deity.¡± ¡°So as long as he could bring new oases to the Sand Nation, you¡¯d admit that His Majesty is qualified of ruling the Southernmost Region and consider him as the chief, right?¡± Echo said with a smile. ¡°That¡¯s right. Not only me, I¡¯m afraid all the other clans would agree with me!¡± The head of the Black River clan kept his mouth shut for the first condition and took most of the audience¡¯s opinions as his own. ¡°Indeed, His Majesty can¡¯t convert the Southernmost Region into a green land, but he¡¯s willing to take our land into the territory of Graycastle and offer us residences near lakes and forests to keep us from the threats of thirst and sandstorm forever.¡± Echo returned to the platform and said word by word, ¡°This is the promise His Majesty made. He¡¯ll bring you a new oasis, the vast and rich northern area is exactly the boundless green oasis whose color will never fade.¡± Everybody was startled and could barely believe what they had heard. Thuram was equally shocked. This is the real purpose of the Osha clan! That is the meaning of the new oasis and new order Iron Axe mentioned! It has always been every Mojin¡¯s dream to live in an oasis that is forever green. Such a temptation is unimaginable, especially to those small clans that are too weak to grab a piece of the Iron Sand City. Although big clans might be hesitant and unwilling to see a drastic change in the Southernmost Region¡¯s order, they could not prevent the transmission of this message, probably within half a month, this astonishing message would spread through the entire dessert by the clansmen on spot from every Silver Stream Oasis! ¡°No, this is absolutely nonsense. It¡¯s a lie, a fraud!¡± the head of the Black River clan shouted. ¡°Have you forgotten the tragic ending of the Black Bone Clan and the Sandstone Clan? Didn¡¯t they die out and become extinct because they easily believed what Garcia, the Queen of Clearwater, said? Offering us an oasis and the source of water? The cunning northerners will never do that. They¡¯ll only give you a pond, or a piece of land as big as my palm, making you fight for these resources unceasingly as you did in the Southernmost Region where you have to work to death for them.¡± Thuram imperceptibly sighed. ¡°If it were before the holy duel, this speech could have suppressed people¡¯s aspirations, but it¡¯s too late now.¡± In five duels, no one was killed. The merciful image of the Osha clan had spread through the small oasis. People could easily imagine that the northern kingdom¡¯s king who was supporting Osha was equally merciful. Obviously, someone merciful would not oppress the Sand Nation people as the Queen of Clearwater had done. Even challengers like Black bone and Sandstone were willing to sell themselves cheap to Garcia, which was an indication of how attractive a land of survival was to them. Even if it might be a trap, some clansmen would like to take the risk. If the King of Graycastle sincerely wished to take the Southernmost Region into his domain, those pioneers would definitely become the examples for other clans to follow. As long as it started, the northwards migration of the whole Sand Nation would become inevitable. This king obviously had all his moves well planned, making a show of strength to draw the clans¡¯ attention, killing nobody in duels to build a merciful image, becoming the chief of all clans by indisputably winning the holy duels and making the other forgiven major clans reluctant to turn against Osha under everybody¡¯s attention. Thuram thought he would play a fairly important role in the process of the Osha clan settling in the Iron Sand City, but now he found that his role was only to supply Osha with his clansmen and information about the major clans in Iron Sand City. As to the real plan, he was totally kept in the dark. Echo did not take stationing in the Iron Sand City seriously and revenge was only as easy as lifting a hand to her. Thuram could not help but feel lost. But after a short while, he rose with spirit again. If everything would go as the new leader said, Osha would undoubtedly become beyond the strongest clan. Then as a member of the Osha, he obviously would gain great benefits. In the face of this promising future, why bother feeling lost for the moment? As expected, Echo slightly shook her head, ¡°You¡¯re wrong, chief. What Garcia needs are mercenaries, not common clansmen, which was her biggest difference with His Majesty, which was also the reason why she picked Black bone and Sandstone who had stronger fighting capacities. Yet His Majesty won¡¯t do that. He considers all the Mojins as his own subjects, so any clans here can go to the Kingdom of Graycastle, regardless of how many young adults they have or whether they¡¯re powerful. His Majesty doesn¡¯t need the Sand Nation people to die for him, no merciful king would sit by and watch his subjects dying in vain!¡± ¡°What do you want in return? We ought to pay something for that.¡± The Wildflame chief Geulz stood up and said, ¡°He won¡¯t help the Sand Nation for nothing. I don¡¯t believe there is such a thing as free lunch!¡± He clenched the teeth, ¡°Tell me. I¡¯m willing to accept it.¡± ¡°What His Majesty wants from you is simple, which is to work,¡± Echo said frankly. ¡°Like the other tens of thousands his subjects, work for the kingdom, work for yourself! You¡¯ll get paid, improve your lives, receive education and bring up children¡­ That¡¯s all he wants.¡± ¡°Is that¡­ Is that all?¡± Guelz was startled. ¡°That¡¯s right. A way of living your life without fighting and struggling!¡± Echo raised her tone again. ¡°Everyone knows that there are fewer and fewer Silver Stream oases¡­ In my childhood, I could occasionally see oases near the south point of the Endless Cape. But now, the white wasteland near the northwest area is constantly expanding. The oases are deteriorating into sandy soil. Even the small oases around the Iron Sand City have shrunk. Do Mojins intend to keep on fighting and killing for living places, immersing the yellow sand with your blood and eventually disappearing with the oases in the Southernmost Region? Tell me, are you willing to accept this consequence?¡± ¡°No, my Lady.¡± ¡°I¡¯d like to go with you, Lady Silvermoon!¡± ¡°Please take me with you!¡± Noises, like rolling waves, spread from the center of the platform to the surrounding areas. Looking at the extremely pretty girl on the platform who¡¯d drawn most of the clans¡¯ attention, Iron Axe could not help kneeling down with warm tears shedding. He had dreamed of this occurring countless times, especially that night when the Osha clan became qualified for a duel participant. But when he woke up, the clan had disappeared and the princess had become a slave. He thought he would not live to see this happening. But now, what Echo had accomplished was even further than he had dreamed. Although he even dropped tears over this, within his heart he was fulfilled and proud. ¡°Osha finally gains the Three Gods¡¯ favor.¡± ¡°I understand there are still people hesitating, but soon what I said will be proved.¡± Echo raised her right hand and said, ¡°Those clans who want to follow me to the southern territories of Graycastle may pack right now and meet me at the small oasis before departure. Those who can¡¯t leave right away need not worry. I¡¯ll leave staff behind to guide those who wish to find suitable living places in the northern kingdom. As long as you abide by the Graycastle laws, you¡¯re His Majesty¡¯s subjects and will be protected. Graycastle¡¯s door is always open to you.¡± Nobody knew how the cheer started. But it was like a drop of ink falling into water, soon it rippled and spread to the entire Land of Fire. The major clans still remained silent. But compared with the crowd under the platform, they were insignificant. The sounds of the clans from every corner of the Silver Stream exceeded that of those from Iron Sand City for the first time. A crack appeared on the primitive and stiff order. A new order was taking shape at the riot of sounds. Tiny and immature as it might seem, but it exuded infinite vitality. The crowd began to kneel down to cheer for the new strongest clan, as well as to bow to the chief. Not everybody had the nerve to be a pioneer, but there were always people who were brave enough to sacrifice everything for the evergreen land in their heart. On that day, the cheers spread unceasingly through the Land of Fire. From that day on, the desert had a new leader. Chapter 772 Chapter 772: The Arrival of the Relics Translator: Transn Editor: Meh With the help of a Sigil of Listening, Roland received the result for the last holy duel, including everything that happened in the Land of Fire, by that afternoon. Instantly he summoned Maggie, Lightning, and Nana to his office. ¡°There is a severely wounded witch in the Iron Sand City who needs your treatment.¡± Roland looked at the three energetic girls¡ªno, two girls and one legal girl, and said, ¡°Prepare tonight and leave tomorrow. No need for haste as long as you arrive at Fallen Dragon Ridge by tomorrow evening and reach Iron Sand City the following day. Ashes will be there to receive you.¡± ¡°Do both of us need to go?¡± Lightning asked, indicating Maggie and herself. ¡°Yes. I feel better when you¡¯re together,¡± Roland said, nodding. ¡°Besides, Maggie needs to be assisted when tying Nana onto her back, doesn¡¯t she? Remember to wear more clothing, it¡¯s hard to fly in freezing weather.¡± Nana couldn¡¯t help but shiver when she looked out the window at the falling snow. ¡°Understood. I promise, she will be delivered on time!¡± Maggie said as she raised her hand. ¡°Flying there is not a problem¡­¡± Lightning pouted, ¡°but, if you want to start exploring the snow mountain, please wait until I come back! Missing it would have me in tears.¡± ¡°Um¡­ the moment when a great explorer cries¡­ that¡¯s definitely a scene worth recording.¡± Noticing the serious expression on Lightning¡¯s face, Roland couldn¡¯t help but laugh. He knew that since the news about the possibility of a relic on the snow mountain had spread, Lightning had been looking forward to it. ¡°Of course, you¡¯re all crucial members of the expedition. I can assure you of that.¡± ¡°That¡¯s settled then.¡± Lightning patted her chest in relief as she said, ¡°You can counting on us, we¡¯ll cure the wounded sister.¡± ¡°You can also tend to other Sand Nation civilians along the way. But, don¡¯t stay for too long.¡± Roland kept on going, ¡°You should return on the day Nana has exhausted her magic power and take the same route when you return. Understand?¡± With the relocation of Taquila survivors drawing to an end, he should start an expedition to the snow mountain. However, without Nana staying in Neverwinter, he did not dare to hastily send the witches to that unknown land. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°Alright.¡± ¡°Coo!¡± The three of them answered simultaneously. After they had left, Roland leaned on his chair and let out a sigh of relief. Nightingale stuck her head out from behind Roland as she asked,¡±Does this mean that you¡¯ve successfully taken over the Southernmost Region?¡± ¡°I¡¯d say we¡¯ve only taken the first step,¡± Roland said, smiling. ¡°There are still many things to do.¡± After over a month of fighting, the Desert Mission had come to a temporary truce. Unfortunately, the following migration was going to be the challenging task. Roland fetched the map from the corner of his desk and laid it out. His sight landed on the southern territory of Graycastle. He had conveyed his plan to offer the Sand Nation civilians a new oasis before Iron Axe had departed. The preferred location would be the border area that had lost a lord and most of its populace. It had been successively struck by civil wars, that had been started by Timothy and Garcia. The main cities like the Port of Clearwater and Eagle City had been turned into ruins. The surrounding small towns and farmland had also been destroyed.. With the refugees flowing into Neverwinter, the southern territory became a desolate wasteland. Rather than leaving them to ruin, Roland decided to let the Sand Nation reclaim them. They could start at the junctions, between the desert and green land, and gradually rebuild the Port of Clearwater. By doing this, workers who were exploiting Blackwater could start off at the Port of Clearwater, and reach the southern point of the desert by sea. According to Iron Axe¡¯s report, most of the underground Styx¡¯s Rivers lay to the south of the Land of Fire, mostly under the Endless Cape. In that area, Blackwater tributaries flowed close to the ground and near the coastline. When compared to the danger-ridden land route, traveling along the coastline was much safer apparently. Given the present technology level of Neverwinter, the coastline was undoubtedly the preferred exploitation location. It would take some time for these events to take effect in the Southernmost Region. Clans that heard the news might not leave for the Southern Territory immediately. Regardless, the temptation of an oasis would be irresistible to the Sand Nation civilians. Even if only a few clans move there in the beginning, eventually more would follow and ultimately become Roland¡¯s subjects. Thus, not only would he gain a large labor force and prevent the land from going to waste, but the revived residence would also stop the roving bandits that traveled inland. This made it so Roland didn¡¯t need to deploy a large force of manpower to work in the desert and the subjects that wanted to live in the Southern Territory would also find an abode. Of course, there were hidden dangers as well. One challenge would be merging his people with the Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan. Yet, Roland wasn¡¯t overly concerned. Leaving aside the unawakened democracy, this world¡¯s religions were thought-provoking enough¡ªthey didn¡¯t require one to be too religious, but more like a pure nature worship. Both of the nations used the same language; the Sand Nation¡¯s lifestyle and customs were not so much a special culture, but more of an adaption to the desert. Iron Axe and Echo were perfect examples. The two of them had roamed all the way to Border Town, and fit in well without too much difficulty. As long as his law enforcement was strict and the punishments and rewards were fair, Roland believed that the Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan would also become qualified workers. Just in case there was a rebellion, the First Army that had been stationed in the Southern Territory and Fallen Dragon Ridge happened to be more than mere ornaments. The more pressing issue Roland cared about was following up on the hybrid demonic beasts Iron Axe mentioned, that had attacked the witches. If his recollection was accurate, it sounded like an unavoidable accident had caused the desertification of the Southernmost Region. Geographically speaking, this piece of pointy land adjacent to the mainland was not far from Graycastle, which made such an abrupt change happening highly unlikely. Unfortunately, for the moment, he was too short-handed to explore the Southernmost Region, so he would have to ignore this quandary temporarily. While what the demonic hybrid did was inconceivable¡ªthis abnormal lifeform owned a modicum of intelligence. Roland had learned this from his own experience, so, what had driven it to attack the witches despite the risk? If the inland demonic beasts had sieged the human cities under the influence of the relics of gods, then the Four-winged Eagle had obviously attacked witches for some other reason. While Roland was thinking hard, Wendy and Phyllis knocked on the door before they walked in. ¡°Your Majesty, the last batch of facilities that had been shipped from Taquila will arrive at the Third Border City soon. Pasha invited you to meet her underground.¡± ¡°Finally they arrived.¡± Roland became excited when he heard the news. The so-called Third Border City was actually an underground bunker that had been built under the Impassable Mountain Range. This place functioned similar to a city and essentially served as a secret stronghold. The last batch of facilities was the Instrument of Divine Retribution and the relics of gods. To ensure their safe arrival, the First Army that had been stationed at Neverwinter provided the escort. ¡°What about the demonic beasts? Any movement?¡± ¡°No sign of a massive gathering for the moment.¡± ¡°Is that so¡­¡± Roland stood up and said, ¡°Let¡¯s get started then.¡± Chapter 773 Chapter 773: The Third Border City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The entrance to the cave was located to the north of Neverwinter. It could be found in the juncture between the city and the mountain range. On the nearby hillside, there was the ever-busy mining and furnace areas. Near the foot of the mountain, a solid concrete wall appeared in front of everybody. Although there were many facilities still under construction, this place had already become the most heavily guarded area in Neverwinter. There was a watch tower on each one of its corners and wired netting lining the top of it. There was also a machine gun blockhouse on each side of the gate. The guards saluted Roland as he walked through the gate and into the yard. Upon walking into the yard, he faintly felt as if he had traveled back to the modern world. What he saw in here was definitely not supposed to be in this era. There was a huge cave that had its entrance covered with concrete. The cave was over ten meters wide and over 5 meters tall. The two grand iron doors were oversized compared to the entrance and their thickness reached an astonishing one meter. They were not solid poured but were rather jointed by several layers of steel plates. This was on par with many doors at modern military strongholds. Since the iron doors weighed so much, the entrance had to be modified and slideways were installed on the ground to support the doors. Even with the slideways, they could not be pulled open by manpower alone. Due to this, one of the two steam engines in the yard was used to provide the driving force to move the doors. If the demonic beasts broke the defensive line set up by the Taquila witches, as long as the relic of gods got retrieved, these two doors could block any following demonic beasts outside. Standing in front of the doors that were as big as a multi-layered building, Roland could feel their solidness. Almost 1/3 of Neverwinter¡¯s winter steel output was used to build these two doors. Their simple rectangular shape might seem easy to produce, but their size alone required a higher level of skill. On the day the doors were installed, Roland had witnessed the scene as they were opened and shut. Listening to the toneless roar of the steam engine, the harsh grating on the sliding tracks, and watching the slowly closing doors, Roland felt as if he was in charge of the entrance that protected them from doomsday. On each side of the two iron doors, there was half a line of words. Combined together, they meant the Third Border City. Roland and the crowd of people that followed him walked into the cave. The light suddenly dimmed. Phyllis took out the Stone of Lighting and walked in the front of the team. She began to lead everybody down the deep cave. ¡°Your Majesty, I don¡¯t quite get why you call this place the Third Border City.¡± Wendy said with bewilderment, ¡°If the outside Border Area is the first Border City, then where is the second Border City?¡± ¡°Because the third is the proper title,¡± Roland replied. ¡°Ah?¡± ¡°Anyway, don¡¯t you think the number three goes quite well with a stronghold? Besides, it doesn¡¯t matter what name we give it. What matters is people can remember it,¡± Roland said with his hands laid out. ¡°Alright, as long as you like it,¡± Wendy said, twitching her mouth. After they stopped talking, the only sounds in the cave were the echoing footsteps and water dripping. Due to the lack of spraymecs, only the floor of the cave was paved with concrete. On the two sides of the floor was a ditch and a mine railway. If materials and food were needed, they would be transported by carts hauled by the other engine at the entrance. Roland had heard from Phyllis that the God¡¯s Punishment Witches were once interested in measuring the power of the machine, and they found out that even five of them pulling a rope together could not stop the steam engine from dragging them forward. Since the walls and ceiling of the cave could not be covered with concrete, leaking became inevitable. Luckily, the temperature inside of the mountain would not get too low so the water inside would not freeze. While devouring worms would leave a trail of mucus behind while crawling forward, when its mucus dried out, it would glue the dirt together as if smearing a layer of paste on the surface of the walls and ceiling. Because of this, there was no danger that the cave would collapse. After about a half an hour¡¯s walk, the cave got brighter. ¡°We¡¯re almost there.¡± Phyllis slowed down. ¡°Your Majesty, do you need¡­¡± Roland knew what she wanted to say and interrupted her. ¡°It¡¯s ok. Take me there now.¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Witch turned back and looked meaningfully at Roland, ¡°¡­ Ok, I understand.¡± Upon exiting the narrow cave, they entered a large cavern. In front of them was a spacious dome building that was the size of a football field. Throughout the cavern, tens of light beams were projected onto the dome and cast bright spots on the floor. With the help of this light, people would not feel oppressed in this area even though they were deep under the mountains. Besides the witches, the First Army was also dispatched to guard this place. Each of the soldiers had been examined by Nightingale personally to make sure they were Roland¡¯s strongest supporters. The deeper into the dome they went in, the more they got away from this light. In the center of the spacious dome, there was only a few rhombus shaped magic cores. They were the three Taquila Senior Witches¡­ or in other words, original carriers. Roland walked to the three of them with a smile on his face. He stuck out his right hand toward the leading blob monster. ¡°Finally we could meet. You must be Pasha, aren¡¯t you?¡± At that moment, Roland could feel someone panting behind him and felt that a hand was on his shoulder. Undoubtedly, if anything went wrong, Nightingale would drag him into the Mist instantly. The blob being fell silent for a while then a familiar voice sounded, ¡°I¡¯m surprised, Your Majesty. Before today, we¡¯ve only been communicating through the Illusion Core. Perhaps the illusionary images weren¡¯t that frightening, but at this moment, in front of me, the calmness you¡¯re showing is astonishing. To be honest, you¡¯re the first one who¡¯s seen this shell and reacted as if nothing had happened. Even when the Taquila witches first saw this form, they weren¡¯t as calm as you are. I¡¯m curious, aren¡¯t you afraid at all?¡± She paused, reached out a tentacle, and gently tangled it with Roland¡¯s hand. ¡°But you¡¯re right. I¡¯m Pasha. Thanks for supporting the Taquila witches.¡± ¡°He hasn¡¯t supported us. It¡¯s hard to say whether the group of common people he sent are meant to help or supervise us,¡± a cold consciousness came in. ¡°It won¡¯t be too late to tell him after he finishes exploring the big snow mountain.¡± ¡°Alethea! We made an agreement!¡± a third voice interrupted. ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll shut up.¡± It seemed the other two were Alethea and Celine, who often appeared beside Pasha. Roland did not mind their tones. Firstly, those ancient witches had lived in an era where witches were superior and so it would be difficult for them to change their mindset. Secondly, compared to having their attitudes changed, he wished more to make some substantial gains. ¡°The Fjords¡¯ most famous explorer once said that fear comes from unknown. No matter how you look, your souls belong to Taquila witches,¡± Roland said, smiling, ¡°and I¡¯m no stranger to the latter. Agatha has become an essential member of the Witch Union and a beloved and trusted member at that.¡± Roland noticed that Pasha¡¯s tentacle was rather coarse and the surface of it was not as dry as it looked. The surface of her tentacle felt moist. Perhaps it was because she constantly crawled in the dirt. Roland could clearly feel the warmth beneath her skin. This giant blob in front of him was, undoubtably, a fresh lifeform. ¡°¡­I see,¡± Pasha¡¯s voice sounded sentimental, ¡°and you¡¯re right. Our cooperation had begun long ago.¡± ¡°Faced with the threats of the demons, everybody should let go of past prejudices and try hard to join hands.¡± After some short casual conversation, Roland came to the main subject. ¡°The relics of gods have arrived, right? Can I have a look at the things that determine mankind¡¯s lives?¡± Pasha waved the main tentacles on top of her head. ¡°Of course. Come with me.¡± Chapter 774 Chapter 774: [Divine Land] Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland curiously observed the Taquila Senior Witches as they moved. Their tentacles played different roles. The short ones twisted like snakes so they could stand and walk while the long ones constantly inserted themselves into the mud to correct directions. Some tentacles were amazingly long. Based on the height of dome¡¯s ceiling, the tentacles were over 100 meters long and could shrink freely like arms. Even the strongest muscles could not support such long tentacles. Roland guessed that the magic power in the blob enabled them to walk freely, just like the giant demonic beasts that apparently broke the limits of gravity. After walking a couple dozen steps and passing two magic cores, Pasha stopped in front of a cube which seemed to be made of gemstone. ¡°That¡¯s a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. I can¡¯t get too close¡­¡± Nightingale whispered in his ear to remind him. Roland nodded silently and asked Pasha, ¡°is the relic in it?¡± ¡°Yes. While keeping it locked up, we can limit its summoning range. If we did not put it in a box made of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, I¡¯m afraid the residents in your city would be unconsciously affected by the relic.¡± Pasha stretched out a few tentacles and placed them on the box without immediately opening it. ¡°Before you have contact with it, I have to clarify some points lest you have an accident.¡± ¡°Is it¡­ dangerous?¡± Wendy stepped forward and subconsciously stood in front of Roland. ¡°Don¡¯t be too worried. As long as you don¡¯t stay alone with the relic, it¡¯ll be alright,¡± Celine interrupted. ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Roland asked, raising his eyebrows. Pasha became more serious and said, ¡°as I have said before, if you open yourself up in front of the relic, you can see some incredible sights. Either a witch or a common person can be summoned. But remember, what you see isn¡¯t completely fictional. It¡¯s different from the phantom instrument, what you see in the painting scrolls will have an impact on reality. That¡¯s the first thing I want to clarify. Don¡¯t accept the summoning of deities alone at any time.¡± Roland immediately felt a chill creep up his spine, thinking, ¡°The sight in the painting can affect reality? Isn¡¯t that the same as Sadako Yamamura climbing out from television?¡± ¡°Why is it not dangerous when there are more people?¡± Pasha explained, ¡°Because once you¡¯re trapped in the Divine Land, you¡¯ll have some obvious reactions, for example, glazed eyes, dull body, ravings., etc. The people around you have to drag you out of the range of the relic. In the historical records, many people had once be summoned by the relic alone and then their souls could not return to their bodies. Two or three people having contact with it that take turns effectively reduces the risk.¡± Roland glanced at the Taquila witches and said, ¡°I got it. In other words, since there are at least five people here, it¡¯s not that dangerous at all, right?¡± Celine nodded. ¡°If this wasn¡¯t so, we wouldn¡¯t allow you to watch it at close range.¡± Alethea coldly said, ¡°there¡¯s another point we need to warn you about. You should know that the huge painting scrolls in the relic display the demon civilizations. If you have a chance to see them, they may¡­ No, they¡¯ll definitely try to hurt you. We can help you wake up from the summoning, but we can¡¯t help you resist the horror of it.¡± She paused for a moment and continued with a sneer in her tone, ¡°if you¡¯re too scared and make a scene at that time, don¡¯t blame me for not warning you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what you wanted to clarify?¡± Roland remained undisturbed. ¡°Anything else you want to say?¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Alethea probably did not expect him to be so indifferent and could not help feeling slightly stifled. ¡°If not, then open it.¡± Roland sighed silently. As a modern man who enjoyed all kinds of monster, alien, thriller and horror movies, he had a much broader horizon than the ancient people. If he was unprepared, he might be scared. But what Alethea said was, in some sense, sort of a spoiler . As long as it would not cause him real harm, he did not think that he would give up exploring the mystery of the deities. ¡°I see,¡± Pasha shrunk her tentacles and opened the God¡¯s stone box to reveal a spindle-shaped red crystal. It floated up from the box by itself and then it, like the magic cores, quietly floated in the air about a meter above the ground. ¡°It can¡¯t get out of the range of the God¡¯s stone. You need to get close to it and relax, then you can enter the Divine Land.¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± said Wendy, grabbing Roland¡¯s hand with some concern. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It won¡¯t be dangerous since you¡¯re here. I know what I¡¯m going to face,¡± he said, gently patting the red-haired witch¡¯s hand to comfort her. Other than the information given by the Taquila witches, he also learned some information from Isabella¡¯s memory and his exploration of Pivotal Secret Temple of the Church in the Dream World. They proved that something could indeed bring people into an incredible ¡°Divine Land¡±. Roland sat down cross-legged beside the relic and closing his eyes. ¡­ Meanwhile, Pasha stretched out her tentacles to connect with those of her companions. Their consciousness quickly connected together and reflected what they intended to say in each other¡¯s mind. A furious Alethea said, ¡°how dare he be so arrogant? I can¡¯t wait to see him scare and tremble. Otherwise, he¡¯ll never truly realize what terrible enemies he¡¯ll face. When he wets himself, I wonder what he¡¯ll say.¡± Celine glared at her angrily. ¡°What good will that do us? Any ordinary king is very concerned about dignity and prestige. If you make him disgrace himself then I¡¯m afraid he¡¯ll hate us. How can we explore the snow mountain and look for the Chosen One if we lose his support? Even worse, what if he becomes terrified of the demons? The whole world will lose hope!¡± ¡°He said he was not afraid of anything. Anyway, I warned him. Do you think you can stop him?¡± Celine muttered, ¡°it was a mistake to bring him here to contact the relic. I didn¡¯t recommend doing so from the very beginning. At least we should have waited until we reach a basic level of trust.¡± Pasha softly sighed. ¡°So should we just hide it from him or prevent him from approaching the relic then? We¡¯ll never get his trust that way. Put yourself in his shoes. Would you trust an ally who is unwilling to allow you to know about the key that determines the fate of human destiny? No matter how you explain, he won¡¯t appreciate it. Only after he experiences it in person will he understand our sincerity.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°But it¡¯s also unnecessary to be too worried. The demon and the Giant Eye don¡¯t show up every time. Besides, even if he¡¯s too scared and made a mistake, we can promise that we¡¯ll keep our lips buttoned and never reveal it to other people. I think he¡¯ll understand.¡± Pasha said to reassure Celine and herself, ¡°What about the two witches coming with him? Will they keep that secret too?¡± Asked Alethea with malicious intent. She, undoutedly, regarded it as a pleasure to see a common person lose face in front of witches. ¡°That¡¯s not our business.¡± ¡­ When Roland opened his eyes again, he found himself in an infinitely spacious palace. Chapter 775 Chapter 775: Hello, World Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The sky dome, the Bloody Moon, the Giant Paintings¡­ They were all just as Pasha described. All of them were extremely magnificent. No wonder they called it the Divine Land. Only when he was in here could he truly feel its vastness. Was this a broadcast or perhaps a way of controlling the subconscious mind? Roland squatted down to lightly stroke the floor. It seemed to be made of polished stones but it was as smooth as a mirror. He could feel both its coldness and toughness through his fingers. It appeared what he saw was real rather than fictional. Due to having had similar experiences in the Dream World before, which was already extremely real, he would not freak out overseeing this. Roland looked up at the dome. The huge Bloody Moon hanging above the Giant Painting was like a round pancake. With a careful observation, he could see the surging ripples on its surface. To be more exact, the moon was like a sea. It was not as bright and dazzling as the sun. Though it appeared to be scarlet, he could not feel its light or heat. The red ripples were waves or vortexes, densely covering the entire Bloody Moon. The only problem was that this circle was a bit too perfect. It looked like a flat circle rather than a sphere. Perhaps the Bloody Moon was too close to him? Roland stared at it for quite a while but failed to associate it with the Red Meteor observed by the astrologers. It was neither a planet nor a star. If the Battle of Divine Will was really caused by it, then how could it come to earth? An idea suddenly popped into his mind. If Astrologer of Dispersion Star, the Chief Astrologer, came to be summoned by the relic, could he figure out whether this stuff among the flickering stars was indeed the Bloody Moon? Of course, he could not guarantee that the poor old man would not directly faint out of fear. Roland shrugged, stood up, and looked at the four Giant Paintings around the Bloody Moon. They showed a throne, a sea, a black screen, and himself. Besides the underground dome in the Third Border City, he had already read the records of these paintings in the library of Pivotal Secret Temple. They were not that strange. A relic was like a recorder which constantly reflected the world around it. According to the description of Pasha, the Giant Painting that became a totally black screen was the eliminated underground civilization. Roland greeted Wendy and himself in the painting, but they did not respond. They apparently could not hear him. Seeing this, he wondered why Pasha said that the Divine Land would have an impact on reality. He approached the painting of the throne and touched the painting scroll with his fingers. It felt like a soft and smooth cloth with a delicate texture. The image was just an image as he could not cross its border and walk into the painted world. Roland walked around but made no further discoveries. He planned to walk outside the palace to find out whether the land was boundless when he suddenly heard some noises from the painting scroll behind him. It was extremely loud in such a quiet place. It sounded like the rubbing of steel objects or the echo of a hard object hitting the ground. He immediately felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up! ¡°What the hell! No one mentioned these giant paintings could also make a sound!¡± He stopped and suddenly turned around. In the first painting, a dark-armored warrior had suddenly appeared, sitting on the throne. His scarlet eyes looking down at him. There was also some movement in one of the other paintings. With many bubbles surging upwards with a soft gurgling sound, a huge eyeball emerged from the dark sea. It got closer and closer to the edge of the painting as if it intended to escape from the frame. There were three pupils in a triangular shape that stared at him at the same time. It was making him really uncomfortable at first glance. Did you invite each other to come together? Roland could not help feeling relieved. As long as they did not hide and play tricks on him, he was not afraid of these two monsters. They were not at all frightening in appearance. They were just a Senior Demon and a guardian of the relic of an unknown civilization. He walked to the center of four Giant Paintings and looked up to stare at the two alien creatures. ¡°Good afternoon. Did you also come to participate in the Battle of Divine Will?¡± ¡°Must we fight to the finish? Can¡¯t we just sit down and talk about it?¡± ¡°Can you understand me?¡± ¡°Say something even if you can¡¯t!¡± ¡°Hey, is this a winking game? If you wink, you¡¯ll lose?¡± Roland tried to communicate with them some more but never received any response. He did not know whether it was an illusion, but he felt that the demon was breathing more and more rapidly and the huge eyeball gradually trembled. Was this the side effect of staring at each other? Were they just able to stare at him until their eyes felt sore? How could it be described as dangerous? It was not a problem for him to visit here alone. He rolled his eyes and intended to end this boring staring contest by turning around, but noticed out of the corner of his eye that a group of black tentacles had suddenly appeared in the painting scrolls! They stretched toward the demon and the eyeball, moving like a snake and wrapped around them very tightly. ¡°What¡­ the hell?¡± Roland was stunned. The demon finally moved. He tightly grasped the throne and screamed with a weird voice. Flames and transparent blades emerged around him to fight the tentacles; however, the tentacles outnumbered them. The soft and tiny hands at the end of tentacles could easily break the weapons summoned by the demon. The demon seemed to be fighting a very powerful, invisible enemy and his screams became even fiercer. Roland could feel the tension in his tone. As an electric light burst out from the armor, the tentacles finally shrank and loosened their control. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the demon, with some difficulty, pushed himself out of the throne and ran out of the range of the Giant Painting without hesitation. He had even broken a piece of the throne¡¯s armrest in panic. The Giant Eye was not doing any better as several tentacles had already pierced into the eyeball. Roland could even feel its pain when looking at it. Light blue liquid flew out from the holes like tears. Instead of screaming like the demon, the Giant Eye constantly gave off harsh lights from its three pupils to block most of the tentacles. Suddenly, all the pupils of the Giant Eye simultaneously opened and a looming ripple dashed toward the Giant Painting. Roland immediately felt an overpowering stench blowing towards him and he could not help but take a step backward. At the same time, the tentacles let go the eyeball and the eyeball quickly retreated back in the direction where it came and disappeared into the darkness in a blink. The rippling blue water turned darker and darker as the eyeball sank and it became completely black after a while. ¡°Uh¡­ What happened?¡± Roland glanced at the painting of the throne, which was a mess, and observed the painting of the sea which had turned dark again, not knowing how to respond for a long time. Chapter 776 Chapter 776: Contrary to Common Sense Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°It has been nearly ten minutes, it seems that he hasn¡¯t met anything,¡± said Celine in relief, ¡°It¡¯s a pity that he has really good luck.¡± Alethea responded much less excitedly. Celine complained, ¡°I don¡¯t want to count on chance. Please choose a safer method next time.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s not talk about what has already happened. Let¡¯s guess how long the king can stay in there. Isn¡¯t the longest record for a common person less than 15 minutes even taking into account the those who tried in the Land of Dawn?¡± said Alethea, changing the topic. ¡°Witches do not fair any better. How long you can stay in the Divine Land has nothing to do with your magic power. Even in the Union, the relic was constantly monitored by a group of common people in turns. However, considering the king¡¯s age and experience, he should come out soon.¡± According to all the records that Celine had read through, the warriors who had been to the battlefield and fought the demons generally persisted longer, whether a witch or a common person. The highest record was held by Lady Alice, who had stayed there for almost two hours. As a king who had never been to the battlefield, Roland had to be very skilled to last so long. ¡°Maybe he¡¯ll want to stay longer. After all, it¡¯s his first time to witness such a marvelous scene.¡± ¡°Then he¡¯ll feel dizzy and even fall unconscious.¡± Celine suddenly realized something and looked at Pasha. ¡°Did you forget to tell him that?¡± ¡°A coma isn¡¯t too bad and won¡¯t cause him any real damage.¡± Pasha shook her tentacles and said, ¡°on the contrary, when he runs out energy, this kind of unpleasant thing can reduce his interest in getting in contact with the relic again. It¡¯s better for everyone this way.¡± ¡°So¡­ you didn¡¯t forget to tell him?¡± Pasha did not directly answer. ¡°Sometimes it¡¯s better to not explain. None of us would like to have so many restraints when we explore the Divine Land.¡± ¡°I now understand why Lady Natalia chose you as one of the candidates for the Three Chiefs,¡± said Alethea, smacking her lips. Celine agreed with Alethea. Compared to the disgrace of being scared, a coma due to energy exhaustion could be regarded as a result without side effects. It could reduce the curiosity of the common people while not destroying their relationship with them. Pasha obviously had more foresight than them. After a while, she began to frown slightly and asked, ¡°It¡¯s been more than a quarter of an hour. Is he okay?¡± ¡°It seems¡­ nothing is wrong. This king seems to be full of surprises.¡± Pasha replied after glancing at the sitting Roland Wimbledon. ¡°It¡¯s a new record for common people. Should I say congratulations?¡± said Alethea, shrugging her main tentacle. Celine gave no response. She felt a little uneasy like something was wrong. The waiting that followed seemed to validate her guess. Another 15 minutes later, Roland still remained motionless and she was getting more and more anxious. Having lived for over a hundred years, she should feel disconnected from time; however, the almost constant heart pulse of her shell could accurately tell her the change of every second. A 45 minutes exploration was too long for someone who was not a warrior or an Extraordinary. He should have run out of energy by now. Celine wondered, ¡°was¡­ there some unobserved accident in the Divine Land?¡± Wendy could not help step forward and try to wake up the king, but was immediately stopped by Pasha. ¡°If you get too close to the relic, you¡¯ll be affected by it too.¡± ¡°Then let me enter the Divine Land and bring His Majesty back!¡± She insisted. ¡°Even if you go there, you can¡¯t bring back your king. No matter how many people are simultaneously summoned by it, they¡¯ll see a different Divine Land.¡± Celine noticed that the other witch that had been hidden had begun to move. From the vague magic reaction, Celine knew that she had taken something out of her pocket. Based on the information collected by Phyllis, it should be a unique weapon of Neverwinter. She passed her concerns along to the other two and then Pasha nodded and took immediate action. She stretched out her tentacles to wrap around the king and pulled him back to Wendy. Though it was not the ideal way to end the exploration, the safety of Roland was top priority. If both sides conflicted with each other, the consequences would be disastrous. ¡­ As the relic was put back into the God¡¯s Stone box, Roland suddenly opened his eyes. ¡°Your Majesty¡­ Are you okay?¡± Wendy asked eagerly, helping him to stand up. ¡°There is nothing wrong¡­ I¡¯m fine,¡± he answered, rubbing his sore legs. ¡°I met alien monsters who were guarding the other two relics and talked to them. Unfortunately, they did not understand my words.¡± Celine was shocked. ¡°Wait, what are you talking about? Did¡­ you meet the demon and¡­¡± ¡°And a huge eyeball. It seemed to stay in a boat that can move underwater¡­ but I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s a boat or something else,¡± Roland answered. Even though she could not see her companions¡¯ expressions, she could feel their shock through their shared connection, especially Alethea¡¯s. Among all the survivors, she had stayed in the Divine Land for the longest time. Her experience in Blessed Army enabled her to persist for about an hour but only when nothing appeared in the painting scrolls. If she met the demon or an unknown enemy, the speed of energy consumption would be doubled! ¡°What happened then?¡± Pasha continued to ask. ¡°I¡¯m not really sure. Anyway, some black tentacles suddenly popped up in the painting scrolls and attacked them. Those tentacles were so powerful that the monsters had to retreat from the paintings. It happened in only a few minutes.¡± Did he mean that he had met the guardians of the other two civilizations at the same time and defeated them while not being injured at all? Celine felt as if she was listening to a fairy tale. She was not surprised by the presence of black tentacles. As the energy of the user declined, the relic would have an greater impact on them. He might hear imaginary sounds, see imagery scenes, tentacles or something else one by one. They were not merely mental disturbances but they could do real harm to the body. That was why Pasha emphasized that they were more than illusions. If they interrupted the summoning before any real harm was caused, the user would not have a serious problem. Of course, it was impossible for ordinary people to defend themselves against the spiritual erosion. Even a witch who had experienced thousands of battles would quickly feel tired and eventually lose control of her body. But what Roland faced was a completely reversed situation and the black tentacles had rushed toward the enemy. She had never heard of such an instance. Looking at the king, who seemed not to care about what had happened, Celine suddenly had an incredible guess. Was this ordinary person comparable to Lady Alice, Queen of Starfall City and Head of the Three Chairs, in terms of mental power? However, he did not seem to be aware of it. After stretching his arms and legs, he laughed and said, ¡°Anyway, thank you for pulling me out. I intended to see if there was any border to the Divne Land, but it was too large and I did not want to walk all the way back.¡± The three witches remained speechless for a long while and then Pasha finally broke the silence. ¡°Ahem¡­ that¡¯s all right. Do you still want to continue exploring the relic?¡± Roland shook his head and said, ¡°not right now. There are just four painting scrolls and it won¡¯t make much difference to have another look at them. Take me to the central carrier.¡± Chapter 777 Chapter 777: Question and Answer Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Ever since the previous meeting with the Taquila witches, Roland had looked forward to meeting with the central carrier. To decipher the literature left by the underground civilization, many Taqila survivors had sacrificed themselves by merging their souls, but it could only answer yes or no questions. Otherwise, it was basically a useless object. Thinking of this solemn story, he felt that an air of mystery shrouded this central carrier. When Roland finally saw it, he gasped in shock. It was chained up in a secret chamber under the hall. This blob, much bigger than any original carrier such as the one occupied by Pasha, was heavily chained. Its thickest tentacles were forced apart and nailed to the walls or the ceiling. From its badly scarred skin and its broken tentacles, he could tell that it was not the first time she was treated this way. He remembered that it was able to feel things just like the original carriers. It was able to feel the heat and cold, taste the sweet and bitter, and feel pain. He could not help knitting his eyebrows, asking, ¡°Why? I remember the volunteers integrating with the central carrier were all witches, even including one of your Three Chiefs, E¡­¡± ¡°Lady Eleanor, Your Majesty,¡± Pasha sighed. ¡°We had no choice. Carriers are as powerful as God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Their tentacles can drill into the earth and build a light well in the dome. They can also attack enemies and tear a prey in half. If we don¡¯t keep her here, she¡¯ll subconsciously move around and cause us lots of trouble. If that happens, she¡¯ll be even harder to deal with than those hybrid demonic beasts.¡± Roland quickly understood Pasha¡¯s feelings of powerlessness. He guessed that this tentacle blob might be a combat unit created by the underground civilization, but if it lost its mind and got out of control, it would be a serious threat to the relic of gods and the magic core. He believed that the Taquila survivors did not want to take this risk and as a result, they had no choice but to keep it trapped here. However, knowing the reason did not make him feel any better. He felt sad for the witches who had willingly sacrificed everything for Taquila only to end up imprisoned in this dark corner. Seeing Roland contemplate these emotions, Pasha said with a mixed expression of gratitude and sadness, ¡°We tried to ask about their feelings, but we were unable to get a response. The souls merged with the central carrier cannot be separated again by the magic core, so we have no idea whether they¡¯re able to feel what¡¯s going on.¡± Alethea who remained quiet suddenly spoke again, ¡°All the Taquila witches, including us, have determined to follow Lady Eleanor forever. You don¡¯t have to feel too bad for them. They knew the what they were going into¡± Roland somehow felt that her voice wasn¡¯t as cold as before. Well¡­ If it had been as cold as dry ice, it¡¯s now only cool as iced water. Celine added, ¡°When we asked the central carrier whether we should chain her, all her three main tentacles answered yes. If she hadn¡¯t agreed to this, we would not have tied her up so tightly.¡± Roland nodded and said, ¡°Maybe the Witch Union can help you with this problem. Soraya can produce flexible fabrics to replace the iron chains, and a little girl named Softfeathers can stick things together. If they work together, they may find some way to constrain her without hurting her. If you don¡¯t mind¡­¡± Pasha slightly lowered the main tentacle on her head and said, ¡°That will be great. You have my gratitude.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it.¡± Roland replied then asked. ¡°What did you mean by ¡®all three main tentacles answered yes¡¯? She can say yes with one main tentacle and no with another at the same time? When that happens, how can you make sure of what she¡¯s trying to say?¡± ¡°Let Celine explain that to you.¡± Hearing that there may be a way to alleviate the pain of the witches in the central carrier, Celine seemed quite excited and answered, ¡°The central carrier is different from us. It has three main tentacles, which enables her to express more complicated information without communicating through telepathy, which is what I¡¯m doing right now.¡± With these words, Celine¡¯s main tentacle on her head emitted a beam of dim red light. ¡°Oh? It can even shine?¡± ¡°Yes, before we learned how to communicate through thoughts, we often used this method to express our feelings and emotions. But now we don¡¯t use it as much anymore.¡± She moved to the center of the secret chamber, pointing at the three main tentacles which were hanging from the central carrier¡¯s head and were nailed to the ground. ¡°Without consciousness, she can¡¯t express her feelings. She¡¯s only able to reply yes or no through the red light. If a main tentacle shines, it means yes. If it doesn¡¯t, it means no.¡± She continued to explain, ¡°However, when we were deciphering the literature of the underground civilization, we realized that a simple yes or no couldn¡¯t quickly help us find the correct answers. For example, if we mistake the sentence ¡®I¡¯m a Taqila witch¡¯ for ¡®I¡¯m a witch¡¯ or ¡®I¡¯m Taquila¡±, she¡¯ll answer no. With this method, we would have to spend a lot of time on confirming each simple sentence.¡± Roland immediately understood what she meant. ¡°So you counted her shining main tentacles to see how close you got to the right answer.¡± Celine exclaimed, ¡°You really are smart. That¡¯s right. When we read her something closer to the right answer, she would show us more red lights. When all three of her main tentacles shone, it meant that the answer was either 100 percent correct or she couldn¡¯t agree more.¡± Roland felt touched yet again by these witches, thinking, ¡°So that was how this fusion of all the witches¡¯ souls including Eleanor¡¯s confirmed that they should be constrained underground? Even though it was unclear whether these souls made this decision for the sake of safety or based on their own feelings, this choice was still quite moving.¡± He took a deep breath, asking, ¡°May I ask her some questions?¡± Celine moved to the side and answered, ¡°Yes, of course. You can just ask her directly.¡± Roland approached the central carrier and asked slowly, ¡°Suppose now I¡¯ve two baskets. Each basket has two apples inside. After I dump out all the baskets, there are four apples on the ground. Is it right?¡± All the three tentacles shone at once. Celine was startled, ¡°Uhm¡­ Is that what you wanted to ask?¡± Wendy also felt a little embarrassed at this moment, asking, ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯re you up to now?¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a test,¡± Roland remained calm and continued to ask the second question. ¡°Now suppose that I¡¯ve got 12,345 baskets, and each basket has 54,321 apples. If I dump out all the baskets, how many apples are there on the ground?¡± He took out a paper strip and continued, ¡°I guess there are this many apples. Am I right?¡± He read out the correct answer he had prepared in advance, which was a nine-digit number. The calculation required to get this number should be considered quite complex at this age. He believed that people who had never gone through Neverwinter¡¯s Mathematics education could never get the right answer in a short amount of time. This can be seen from the shared silence amongst the Taquila Senior Witches. However, all the three main tentacles of the central carrier shone red without delay after hearing what he said. Just as they did to the first question. Chapter 778 Chapter 778: Commandeering a Meeting Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Amazed by the result, Roland was lost in thoughts. This central carrier can figure out a nine-digit multiplication! No matter the method she used, whether it be using summation or column multiplication, she managed to find the correct answer instantly. This must mean that her calculating skills far surpass those of the common people. Even if she¡¯s only able to answer yes or no, she¡¯ll still be of great assistance to the Arithmetic Academy. At the very least, she can check the calculation results of the academy members which can help minimize the mistakes of large and complex calculation projects. He squatted down excitedly and with a child-like grin, patted a main tentacle of the central carrier, ¡°You¡¯re brilliant.¡± The red light went out. Pasha reminded him, ¡°Your Majesty, she can¡¯t communicate with you directly.¡± ¡°She can understand my words and even give me yes or no answers. This already counts as a kind of communication.¡± Roland believed that communication, in essence, is just the receiving and sending of information. The central carrier can at worst be described as having troubles expressing her thoughts and thus couldn¡¯t ¡°communicate¡± as a normal person could. He was not discouraged by this in the slightest and intended to continue finding out whether the central carrier was really limited to just giving out yes or no responses. After pondering for a while, he said, ¡°Now let¡¯s suppose lighting one main tentacle means one and lighting two tentacles means two. Can you give me a three with your red light?¡± The question seemed to be much simpler than the five-digit multiplication, but it served an entirely different purpose. If the central carrier could display a correct answer to this question, it would mean that she was able to give more elaborate feedback to questions. Moreover, she might also be able to display calculation results directly in some way. However, the central carrier did not instantly answer like before. After a few seconds, one of her tentacles started to glow, another one only glimmered, while the last one remained dark. According to Celine, the central carrier meant that what Roland said was 30 percent correct. However, this signal did not last for long. The light of the glimmering tentacle went out very quickly and was soon followed by the glowing one. ¡°So the answer is a no?¡± He wondered. ¡°This is¡­¡± Celine slightly sighed and explained, ¡°This is beyond her capacity. She had to express her agreement in a more complicated way to your question and thus got confused.¡± She paused before continuing, ¡°We¡¯ve tried to ask her to express simple ideas and even some short sentences. However, once she found out that she could not answer a question simply with a yes or no, she would respond much slower and also easily get confused like how she just did.¡± Roland said, frowning, ¡°Does this mean I have caused some sort of a logical barrier in her brain? Is she¡­ alright?¡± Celine waved her tentacles, answering, ¡°she¡¯ll be alright after a moment of rest. I once tried asking her some contradictory questions. As a result, she ignored the rest of our questions for several weeks.¡± Now Roland was certain that this bio-computer was going to be difficult to handle, but he still did not want to give up his plan of creating a new communication system to help the central carrier express more complicated ideas by answering yes or no. As she could check the calculation result, he thought that she must have known the correct answer and just did not know how to display it with her tentacles. However, formulating this system was well beyond his area of expertise. As engineers and programmers tend to not get along very well, he knew very little about computer programming. After a bit of thought, he decided to give up on the idea of studying this central carrier all by himself. ¡°By the way, I remember that you said the carriers needed mud and heat to continue functioning. Is there any magma here?¡± Pasha replied, ¡°Fran hasn¡¯t drilled that deep yet, but we¡¯ve found a boiling underground river here. So we should be able to find lava flow nearby soon. Also, I often smell sulfur from this underground river. It¡¯s good for us to take a bath in it, too. As for the central carrier, we pump water from the river to shower her every few days, so you don¡¯t need to worry about this.¡± Hearing that magma was not a must for the carrier and that hot water could be used as a replacement, Roland was excited to think that he would only need a boiler to heat some water for this central carrier if he wanted to move her to the Arithmetic Academy one day. He knew it was still not the time to make this request, as it would feel like he was overstepping his boundaries with the Taquila witches who had just moved here and had not yet joined the united front with Neverwinter. Besides, he was worried that those astrologers from the academy wouldn¡¯t be able to keep their composure once they saw this gigantic tentacle monster. He would first have to build trust with the witches during the exploration of the snow mountain before he could make this sensitive request. After Roland left the secret chamber and ended his tour of the Third Border City, he began to contemplate about the plans for this place. At present, only a rough frame of this underground city had been constructed, and it could only serve as a temporary underground residence for the witches for now. Only after tunnels connected the numerous peaks of the Impassable Mountain Range could they consider this a real hidden stronghold. With the artillery installments and military fortifications above ground, it would then be incorporated into part of Neverwinter¡¯s outermost defense line. As soon as he returned to the castle, he summoned all the department leaders of City Hall to his reception hall. A purple curtain of light slowly materialized in front of them before eventually enveloping the whole room. Despite the fact that Roland informed them in advance about what they were going to see, the officials¡¯ faces still drastically changed when they saw this incredible scene. The young Minister of Agriculture, Sirius Daly, even accidentally knocked over his teacup on the table in shock; Barov kept on wiping the sweat from his forehead; Kyle Sichi and Astrologer of Dispersion Star stared at the light curtain in fearful disbelief. If it had not been for the king who was still sitting calmly in his chair, they probably would have already run away with their tails between their legs. Roland glanced around and found that the only person who remained relatively calm was the noble lady from the Northern Region, Edith, who only jumped a little from the scene but at the same time her eyes seemed to be filled with excitement and curiosity. He also noticed that she was now looking at him with more respect in her eyes. He had to admit that trying to figure out women was quite the difficult task. Aside from Edith, all the other City Hall officials¡¯ reactions were within his expectations. As he was determined to form a united front with the Taquila survivors to fight against the demons, he knew that he could not hide them from the officials forever. Given this, he thought he had better introduce the witches to the officials before anyone in the City Hall noticed something strange in the mountains to the north of Neverwinter. He also believed that two years of working in the City Hall should have broadened their outlooks and made them more open-minded toward new things. However, after he explained to them who these tentacle blobs were, why they came here, and how he planned to explore the snow mountain together with them, most officials did not seem to be much supportive at all. If they had not been familiar with the witches in the Witch Union, they would have already treated those ancient witches as alien creatures like the demons. Barov, the City Hall Director, said that it was too late to come up with new budget plans for this exploration since it was already the time for the Finance Department to work on the final accounts of the year. He also expressed his worries about Border Area¡¯s possible vulnerability if they were to dispatch additional troops for this expedition, given how a force was recently just sent to the Southernmost Region. With an obvious distrust in the Taquila survivors, Chief Knight Carter doubted the safety of this joint action and even argued that dangers might arise due to internal conflicts of the expedition team. Sirius, Minister of Agriculture, stuttered about how the grains in stock could hardly support this plan alongside the ongoing military expedition and this news about the shortage of food might cause panic among the residents of the city. Karl, the Minister of Construction, expressed his concerns about the instability of the mining area above the place hollowed out by the ancient witches in the mountain range. Hearing them giving various reasons for canceling this exploration, Roland was clear that all they were doing was persuading him to think twice before cooperating with those tentacle monsters. The discussion had become bogged down over this contentious issue. If this had happened in a place such as a democratic parliament, he would not have been able to carry out his plan. However, he did not forget that he was the lord of Neverwinter, the king of Graycastle and the one who had the final say in this matter. He knew that it was now time for him to take over the meeting and forcibly carry out the plan. Just like he did when he decided to protect the witches in his domain. Chapter 779 Chapter 779: The King¡¯s Decision Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland knocked on the table and everybody in the hall instantly quieted down. He rose from this chair and paced over to stand behind the officials. ¡°When the Months of Demons end, we¡¯ll welcome the new year as the most important year for Graycastle. I¡¯ll unify the entire kingdom and hold the coronation ceremony to officially become the king and you¡¯ll all become my ministers to help me govern this country. ¡± Two years ago, everyone would have considered Roland¡¯s promises to be the crazy ravings of an arrogant prince. One year ago, they would have thought that his plans were long-term goals. However, today, no one doubted what he said. All officials rose and placed their right hands on their chest almost simultaneously. They lowered their heads and said, ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s our honor!¡± Suddenly, all their complaints and doubts disappeared. They looked excited as they understood the power of Neverwinter after working these two years in City Hall. They knew, for sure, that once His Majesty made up his mind to unify the whole kingdom, he would definitely bring all the regions and areas of the kingdom into his control. When that happened, they would rise from the officials of a city to the most powerful ministers of a kingdom. Roland made a gesture, indicating them to sit down and said, ¡°It¡¯s more than that. My Graycastle will become unprecedentedly large. My kingdom will include the Hermes Plateau in the north, reach the Endless Cape in the south, expand westward to the Barbarian Land, and eastward to the Fjord Islands.¡± He further explained, ¡°To make that happen, the First Army will become the busiest department and thus leave fewer soldiers to guard Neverwinter. Given this, I¡¯ve got to explore the snow mountain now to eliminate hidden threats to the city. I don¡¯t want my king¡¯s city to be attacked by some unknown enemies from the mountains when the main force of the First Army isn¡¯t here.¡± Carter suggested to the king in a low voice, ¡°Your Majesty, maybe the First Army and the Witch Union will be enough to explore the snow mountain¡­¡± Roland interrupted, ¡°No, in a dark underground cave where the landscape is extremely complex, guns and cannons have only a limited effect. We don¡¯t have any maps of the cave or any preset firing position there. If they happen to meet some demonic hybrids, how much do you think it will cost the First Army to defeat them?¡± The Chief Knight fell into silence at once. ¡°This is why we must work together with the Taquila survivors. Their God¡¯s Punishment Witches and the Witch Union have complementary advantages in this exploration. The First Army will set sentry posts along the way and cover their retreat if need be. This is the most prudent arrangement.¡± Roland paused and then suddenly raised his voice. ¡°You all listen to me carefully. Don¡¯t tell me it¡¯s difficult to implement this plan. You¡¯re sitting here to solve problems for me! If you can¡¯t, my City Hall doesn¡¯t need you anymore!¡± He paused and looked at the City Hall Director. ¡°Barov Mons?¡± Barov shuddered, answering, ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°Is there any problem with the final accounts and logistics for the exploration?¡± ¡°No¡­ I believe.¡± The old man wiped the sweat from his face. ¡°I¡¯ll give you a plan five days later.¡± ¡°Three days,¡± Roland corrected him with an air of authority. After that, he turned to look at Minister of Agriculture. ¡°Sirius Daly?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°If Border Area¡¯s food stocks are low, you can get some from the Longsong Area. We¡¯ve got enough concrete boats for this. Do I make myself clear?¡± ¡°Ye-Yes, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°Karl Van Bate!¡± The Minister of Construction answered immediately, ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ll carefully check the geological condition of both the mining and furnace areas.¡± ¡°Good¡­¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Then the next one.¡± ¡­ This time, all the problems could be readily solved since all the officials saw the king¡¯s determination and accepted the tasks without any hesitation. After assigning the tasks to the officials, it was time to decide who would go for the exploration. Pasha¡¯s voice resounded in everyone¡¯s head again. Most of the officials got scared again, but as soon as they saw Roland calmly talking to the tentacle monster, they calmed down a little and did not flee the hall in panic. Since they had already promised His Majesty to work with the Taquilla witches, they thought that all they needed to do at this moment was force themselves to remain seated and listen to the voice. To avoid seeing the tentacle monster, they all closed their eyes and lowered their heads, pretending that they were engrossed in their thoughts. They acted as if the sound was some evil spell from the hell instead of a female voice. Seeing them, Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. Edith was the only official who dared to look at the light curtain. Sometimes, she even tried to talk with the Senior Witches of Taquila like Roland did. Not wanting to be upstaged by his opponent, Barov managed to lift up his head several times but failed to say anything in the end. Roland had expected this and had planned to not get the City Hall officials heavily involved in the conversation. At last, the Taquila witches agreed to send 50 God¡¯s Punishment Witches to team with the Witch Union and these witches were the main force for the exploration. The First Army would send a group of 500 soldiers with Brian as their commander to join this exploration as well. The remaining troops in the city would be temporarily handed over to Carter and continue to fight against the demonic beasts at the border. When both parties agreed on these arrangements and Roland was about to end this meeting, Edith suddenly raised her hand. ¡°Your Majesty, I wish to apply to join the Snow Mountain Exploration Team and go to the Western Region snow mountains together with the First Army soldiers.¡± Barov¡¯s mouth corner twisted, saying, ¡°Come on, you¡¯re not a witch or a soldier. Don¡¯t mess up His Majesty¡¯s plan.¡± She insisted, ¡°I used to serve as a fencing coach in a knight battalion and defeated each of my opponents including demonic beasts within five rounds. I can protect myself.¡± Roland asked curiously, ¡°What¡¯s the reason for this request?¡± Edith explained, ¡°The Battle of Divine Will is getting closer to us, but none of the officials sitting here know what the demons or the underground creatures look like. As we know nothing about our opponents in the upcoming war, I¡¯m afraid that the City Hall won¡¯t be able to reach Your Majesty¡¯s expectations. I know that someone may think that since the First Army will fight against the demons, his own department won¡¯t get involved into the war-related stuff. However, once the battle begins, all the departments such as the Ministry of Construction and the Ministry of Agriculture will have to satisfy the needs of the war effort. This is inevitable and so to do a great job in City Hall, we also have to know our enemies well.¡± ¡°You¡­¡± The City Hall Director wanted to retort but did not know what to say at this moment. Roland could not help smiling, thinking that what she said might sound a little belligerent but was quite interesting. He also derived an inspiration from her statement and thought it might make a great new rule that only allowed promotion of the officials who had worked in the cities located on or near the front line during the battle. In this way, he could guarantee that the officials of the City Hall would never underestimate the importance of this fatal war or make some unrealistic government decrees during wartime. Besides, he believed that it would be alright to let Edith join the First Army¡¯s action as she indeed had battle experience. He nodded to the Pearl of the Northern Region. ¡°Well, please go get ready for the exploration.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Edith smoothed back her hair that was hanging beside her ears and bowed with a smile. Chapter 780 Chapter 780: Edith¡¯s Little Game Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Sister, are you¡­ going to some place far away?¡± Cole Kant¡¯s voice could be heard from behind Edith. She continued sorting out her clothes without turning her head back to her brother. ¡°Not very far away. I¡¯ll just hang around somewhere in the Western Region.¡± He came to her side and asked again, ¡°How long will it take?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Cole started to look at the clothes piled on his sister¡¯s bed. ¡°You didn¡¯t pick any formal dress, girdle or your favorite corset¡­ Aren¡¯t you going to visit some nobles or attend banquets?¡± Edith gave him a quick glance. ¡°You¡¯ve got stronger observation power now, but you don¡¯t always have to tell the others everything you notice.¡± The boy winced at once and said, ¡°You were the one who taught me how to improve my observation ability.¡± ¡°Now I¡¯ll teach you another thing. When you¡¯re talking to a woman, remember to remain graceful all the time and choose your words carefully, understand?¡± ¡°But you¡¯re my sister¡­¡± ¡°If I wasn¡¯t, you would suffer a lot.¡± Cole shuddered and said, ¡°I, I see.¡± ¡°Good.¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°How do you feel working in City Hall?¡± ¡°It¡¯s alright¡­ Just like you instructed, I¡¯ve never revealed my identity as a noble. All I do there is just writing and recording, which are easy for me. But I really don¡¯t understand¡­¡± He hesitated. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you put me in your department?¡± Since Cole Kant had watched the artillery drill, he had given up the idea of returning to the City of Evernight. He and Edith had also moved from the Foreign Affairs Building to a spacious house near the lord¡¯s castle. Now they were official residents of Neverwinter. As a noble who had received a traditional education, Cole had found a job easily in City Hall. Including the hundred or so scholars and servants from the Northern Region, Edith managed to gain a certain status there. These people would not stay here forever, but she knew that His Majesty would never reject more people from the Northern Region coming to learn the new system. The young king was thirsty for talents, and now the Northern Region was the only one that was willingly providing him with talented people. As long as her father kept on sending new people here, she would always keep her status in the new system of the king. Edith smiled and answered Cole, ¡°Because it¡¯s not necessary and it may cause us troubles. The City Hall Director always keeps an eye on me. If I put you in my department and he manages to find out your mistakes, I¡¯ll be faced with a dilemma. If we ruin the Kant family¡¯s reputation, it¡¯ll influence His Majesty¡¯s opinion of me.¡± She paused for a moment and continued. ¡°Even if we don¡¯t get along with each other, the others will still think of us as a whole as we share a common surname. So no matter what you do in the future, you¡¯ve got to remember you represent the whole family, not just yourself.¡± The boy looked down with a contemplative expression on his face. Edith did not know how much he could understand, but she had said all there was to be said about this matter. Even when the feudal aristocratic order was totally replaced by Roland¡¯s new system, their family reputation would still have a long-term influence on them and might even draw more attention to them in the short run. Their common surname had replaced their noble identities to become the most important thing for them now, just like the way the moon became the brightest thing in the sky after the sunset. After quite a long while, he nodded and said, ¡°I¡¯ll be careful.¡± Their father had said that Cole was timid, irresolute and weak, therefore not a suitable heir for the Kant Family. He was worried that this son would not be strong enough to lead his knights to guard the domain as a lord, and if it was wartime, his style would easily put him in an invidious position. Edith knew another point that the duke had never mentioned. Cole Kant took after his father in personality. If Timothy had never planned to ally with some less powerful noble in the Northern Region to break the existing order there, the Kant family would not have been able to get where they were today. Now that they were no long a lesser noble family in some remote place of the Northern Region, their father thought a more capable child, Edith, was a better successor and thus had great expectations of her. However, Edith was clear that Cole¡¯s shortcomings were not going to hold him back in Neverwinter. On the contrary, being prudent, introverted and a fast learner meant that he would adapt well to the job in City Hall. The moment she had known that a group of common people with snow powder weapons in hands had captured Timothy¡¯s city in merely one day, she had realized that personal strength and courage were not that important as before. This was also why she had insisted on keeping her brother in Neverwinter to learn new things. Cole casually picked up a long dress and lifted it in front of him, acting as if he were checking whether it fitted him or not. He asked, ¡°Oh, sister. Where¡¯re you going indeed? I don¡¯t want to stay in such a large house alone. I¡¯ll get bored.¡± ¡°But it was you who asked me to buy a big house. It¡¯s five hundred gold royals, which is quite expensive even for me. Now you think it¡¯s too big?¡± Edith asked him in a cold voice. The boy was startled and almost dropped the dress on the ground. ¡°No¡­ no¡­ I¡¯m very satisfied with this house.¡± ¡°Wait until next summer. Our little brother will come here to keep you company.¡± She glanced at him and found that the dress seemed to suit him well. ¡°As for where I¡¯m going, it¡¯s a secret of Neverwinter, but it¡¯s not something I can¡¯t tell you. According to the old rules, you have to pay a price for this.¡± Cole hesitated, as he was familiar with this little game and had been tricked into doing many silly things this way. However, in the end, his uncontrollable curiosity still took over his fear. He said to Edith, ¡°I want to know.¡± She smiled and said, ¡°I¡¯ll go to the Great Snow Mountain of the Western Region with some soldiers from the First Army.¡± He was surprised and asked, ¡°You mean the source of the Redwater River? Is there anything special?¡± ¡°Some unknown demonic hybrid monsters or alien species. We¡¯ll probably meet anything there.¡± Edith said and then continued to describe the Taquila witches she had seen during the meeting. ¡°Now we¡¯ve entered into an alliance with those tentacle monsters. I can¡¯t wait to witness our monster allies fighting against the monster enemies.¡± Cole listened with his mouth agape and then stuttered, ¡°Wait¡­ wait¡­ Aren¡¯t you afraid of those things? And His Majesty made a deal with some monsters? Even the demons don¡¯t look that scary, do they?¡± ¡°So?¡± She threw up her hands and said. Not seeming to care much about her brother¡¯s worries, she continued to ask, ¡°Isn¡¯t it a good thing for us?¡± He could not believe what he had heard and asked, ¡°A good thing? Sister, are you crazy?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°No, I mean¡­¡± Edith sighed and explained, ¡°Do you remember what we want to achieve by serving the king here?¡± Cole replied with great care, ¡°To achieve¡­ greater power?¡± She looked at him with shining eyes and said, ¡°Not exactly, but at least it¡¯s not wrong. Greater power comes from a bigger domain and a larger population. If the ancient witches, some alien species and even the demons all rush to the king¡¯s side, the power of this kingdom will extend from the human world to some alien lands. Do you understand?¡± He gasped at what she had said. She continued and said, ¡°A lesser noble who owns just a village can easily remember the names of all his subjects, but a lord of a city can never do that. The diversity of the people in a domain indicates how vast the domain is¡­ and I remember no king had ruled over any alien species in the history. This is the new opportunity our family wants to seek. We left the remote and backward domain for this, so why are you worried about it?¡± Hearing this, Cole stood at the place for quite a long while before he could open his mouth and said, ¡°But¡­¡± Edith interrupted. ¡°But they¡¯re not our kind. That¡¯s what you want to say, right?¡± She twitched her mouth and continued. ¡°As long as His Majesty is still at the helm, he will be able to do whatever he wants with those alien creatures.¡± Her words made him sense a chill in this warm room. ¡°Now, it¡¯s time for you to pay back.¡± With her eyes squinted, Pearl of the Northern Region pointed at the long dress and said with an affected drawl. ¡°Put it on and let me have a look.¡± Chapter 781 Chapter 781: Sand Road, Wolf Heart Translator: TransN Editor: TransN This was a long dream. A dream that Lorgar knew she was in. The moment the Four-winged Eagle landed on her, the pain of the broken bones in her legs coursed through her veins. Her legs were, in her view, as crushed as the wheat under the millstone, in which she had seen her clansmen process food purchased from the north in spite of her lack of knowledge of how to grow wheat. There was no way for her to stand up again for the rest of her life, not to mention fight. But now she was standing. Thus, it had to be a dream. For only in a dream, what was made could be unmade. Taking a deep breath, Lorgar looked into the space before her, where a sand road started from her feet and stretched as far as she could see. She stepped forward and, from time to time, she would encounter an opponent, one of those that she had defeated before, walking towards her with neither a hint of laughter nor mockery. One by one, they passed by her and disappeared into the endless sand behind her. A sandworm was the first to come. It was her achievement in her first hunt when she was 12 years old. The sandworm would be most vulnerable when it was moving in the sand and leaving a clear tail, but once it was skulking in silence, it would be hard for the hunter to spot it. However, that could not baffle the civilians of Sand Nation, who might be more deceitful than any other creature in the desert. Lorgar attempted to disguise herself as a common bush and wait for the sandworm to come. By the time it was close enough, she shoved her spike into the sand as well as the sandworm beneath it. Her excellent hunting performance had exceeded her siblings and even in the big clans of the Iron Sand City, was unmistakable. As a consequence of that hunt, she fell in love with the happy feeling of confronting and fighting. The sandworm coming now did not take the cover of sand but raised its head as it traveled slowly in the sand like a snake. For a moment, Lorgar thought it would spit venom at her that would deform her face, but nothing happened. It went by quietly. A Scorpion and a Desert Wolf came next¡­ her second and third opponent. The Scorpion passed by, but the Desert Wolf stopped, who, after a moment of hesitation, walked up to her, wagging its tail. It snuffed her calloused bare feet before turning around and walking by her side. Lorgar recalled the brutal challenge between her and the wolf. Constrained by the fact that much more effort was required for a Mojin woman to be a qualified duelist, she had to seek for the next prey right after the hunt of many sandworms and scorpions. She aimed at the wolf pack. But the wolves moving in packs were more fearful than she had thought. A sandstorm had struck them and untied the hunting team. By the time it subsided, numerous wolves emerged on the horizon. The Sand Nation people hemmed in by wolves had fought valiantly, but they were outnumbered. One by one, they fell under the sharp claws and fangs coming from all around. Lorgar had thought she was doomed. At the last moment, a sharp pain took her and then she awakened to be a Divine Lady. She became the giant King of Wolfheart. Standing on the sand that was soaked in blood, she looked down at the wolves, whoever met her eyes huddled down, as if they were greeting their dominating God. The road after her awakening turned much broader. As strong performers of her age, clan fighters, and battle-tested warriors¡­ approached her one after another and disappeared. Lorgar¡¯s heart tensed. Perhaps the dream would come to an end when the last opponent passed by her. There was not much time left for her. She wanted to slow down¡­ but it did not help. Soon the earth darkened as if something large was passing over her head. Lorgar looked up and saw the Four-winged Eagle. The last moment was coming. At the same time, with a shaking roar, the Desert Wolf broadened its muscles and jumped at that sky-dominating beast. The two beasts collided hard, sending blood and feathers all around. They fought their best as if wanting to finish the duel on the Burning Stage that had not played out yet. Lorgar held her breath and gazed at her last battle. Her body would precisely record every feeling during the fight, which was exactly the reason why she could improve much more rapidly than ordinary people. If she got the chance to fight the beast again, it was certain that she could persevere longer and even snap its head before Ashes lent a hand. What a pity that the opportunity was beyond her grasp. As the battle was reaching fever pitch, Lorgar wanted to join and fight alongside the giant wolf, but her body was stiff and she even lost the feeling in her feet. She realized it was time to wake up. The fear grasped her heart and she began trembling all over. She did not want to be confined to a bed, disabled. She wanted to stand up! To continue to fight! However, she felt increasingly confined. The feeling had crept from her legs to her neck and she could not even manage to move her throat now. Suddenly, the Desert Wolf howled agonizingly from the pain of its torn abdomen ripped open by the eagle. Its intestines poured out as it faltered to Lorgar. The wolf only managed to move a few steps before its last strength evaporated and it fell in Lorgar¡¯s direction. Even at the last moment of its life, it attempted to block the rest of the strikes from the enemy for her. The strikes on its back were like the beats on her heart. No! Lorgar abruptly opened her eyes and sat up. The sand road and the beasts were suddenly all gone. Beside her came the cry of her maid, ¡°Princess¡­ you, you woke up!¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± She was in a trance for a while. ¡°I woke up.¡± ¡°Which means the time I can stand is¡­ Wait!¡± Lorgar was bewildered. She could clearly see the maid approaching her bedside in panic and feel the touch of the towel on her skin when the maid wiped her sweat. In her sight, the roof of the old tent, the knife hanging on the wall, and the burning brazier were all incredibly vivid. But how could she capture such a clear vision with only one eye? Subconsciously, she touched her left eye¡­ To her surprise, it was intact. No, not just the eyes, both of her arms were good and her entire body was painless, even her feet! Throwing back the covers, she scrambled out of bed and stood with both her feet on the ground firmly. ¡°What?¡± She looked at the maid who had been shocked by her behavior. ¡°The new Divine Lady brought by the northerners healed you,¡± the maid stuttered, trying to explain. ¡°She didn¡¯t even use any medicine. With a slight touch of her hands, your wound healed over.¡± ¡°There¡¯s a witch called Nana in Neverwinter of Graycastle, who can heal anybody, even someone who¡¯s breathing his last or whose limbs are entirely broken.¡± So what Ashes had said was not to comfort her, but was real. There indeed was a witch who possessed such a miraculous power. ¡°Where are they now?¡± Lorgar quickly slipped on a coat and asked, ¡°I have to thank her.¡± ¡°They¡¯ve gone.¡± ¡°What?¡± She frowned. ¡°What about Ashes?¡± ¡°She¡¯s not in the Iron Sand City either. Two days ago, the Osha clan took the first batch of Sand Nation people to the Southern Territory.¡± ¡°Is she¡­¡± the Wolf Girl slowed down. ¡°How long have I been out?¡± Timidly, the maid held up three fingers and then added three. ¡°Six days. What a long dream.¡± She sighed. ¡°Is there anything else that happened in the Iron Sand City during that period?¡± ¡°Yes, the Wildwave clan annexed the severely buffeted Black River clan and challenged us¡­¡± The girl looked a little depressed. ¡°Lord Chief didn¡¯t, didn¡¯t take the challenge, but gave up directly. The rank of Wildflame has dropped to third¡­ We couldn¡¯t keep the Stone Castle any longer.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Lorgar raised her eyebrows. ¡°I need to see my father.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ Wait My Princess, you forgot your hood and cloak!¡± The maid followed Lorgar to the doorway with some clothes. ¡°Many people have come to the castle recently, some coming for negotiation, some for¡­¡± Her voice lowered as she spoke. ¡°Driving us out, right?¡± Lorgar reached out her hand to touch her pointed ear and then smiled at the maid. ¡°Keep them, for I no longer need them.¡± ¡°What? But¡­¡± Her father had told her to conceal her unique unhuman-like features before she succeeded the chief, for even a Divine Lady would be excluded and mistrusted for an abnormal look. But she had understood what she really wanted after finishing the long sand road in her dream. Half woman and half beast? A Monster? That did not prevent her from continuing her fight, did it? Lorgar waved her hand, giving no more words, she then walked directly towards the top floor of the Stone Castle. Chapter 782 Chapter 782: Say Goodbye Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Along the way, she witnessed her clansmen coming and going with bags on their backs, their sad faces displayed an obvious reluctance to leave their homes. Since their ranks had dropped down to third, they would be distributed to the much smaller houses of Stone Castle. It would be even worse for the people who were no longer be eligible to live in the castle. They were going to be moved to the campsite in the outer street. Even though it belonged to the Iron Sand City, it would be inconvenient when compared to the central area. After all, the big clans Stone Castles controlled the limited pieces of land around the lakes and oases. Lorgar etched their expressions in her mind and stored it in her heart. As the guard stationed outside her father¡¯s bedroom saw Lorgar coming, he couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°Princess, you¡­ are healed!¡± ¡°Yeah, as good as I was,¡± Lorgar joked. ¡°Is my father in his room?¡± ¡°Lord Chief is always in there, however¡­¡± The guard hesitated. ¡°He is not alone.¡± She had an idea who they might be so she didn¡¯t bother asking. That¡¯s when she heard the sounds of an argument coming from behind the closed door. ¡°I thought we settled this already. Your clan would vacate the main castle within three days. So, why are you still here?¡± someone inquired loudly. ¡°Are you defying the vow of the Three Gods?¡± ¡°Mind your attitude, Kabucha!¡± a voice chastised. If she had correctly identified it, the voice belonged to her oldest brother Rohan. ¡°Now that you¡¯ve absorbed the Black River clan, you should make them vacate, so we can move in. We can¡¯t share a space with them while they are still mourning their loss, they still have white linens hanging on the walls.¡± ¡°You can send your men in to tear down the linen. Our Lord Chief wants results, not your excuses.¡± ¡°You¡ª!¡± ¡°Ha, since your clan conceded during the holy duel, you shouldn¡¯t bother trying to be arrogant. Your chief still hasn¡¯t spoken and yet you dare to criticize us? Stay out of the way and be quiet.¡± Others started to join in, ¡°Exactly, accept the results or we can defeat you again!¡± ¡°Cang¡ª¡± Subsequently, the sound of swords being unsheathed rang out. Just as the guard outside the room drew his weapon to join the fight, Lorgar stopped him. ¡°Leave it to me.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± The guard murmured as he attempted to argue. However, his next words were quelled by Lorgar¡¯s peremptory gaze, he lowered his head as he replied, ¡°I understand, My Princess.¡± Lorgar pushed open the door and walked in, her face sullen. The warriors of the Wildwave clan stood with their arms crossed, defiant, as they ignored the sharp blades near their throats, betting that the Wildflame clan wouldn¡¯t dare to swing them. The warriors had guessed right. Both, her brother and the guards, only dared to threaten harm, making the Wildflame look weaker. Guelz Burnflame was seated behind a square table and his eyes reflected the rooms unsettled flames. Momentarily, the room was silenced. ¡°Stow your weapons.¡± Lorgar¡¯s voice broke the tension. Guelz smiled, ¡°Finally, you¡¯re awake.¡± ¡°Sister, you¡­ are¡­ no, I mean¡­ this is great!¡± Rohan sputtered in disbelief as she approached them. At first, Lorgar wasn¡¯t able to read her brother expression. She couldn¡¯t tell if he was shocked or surprised. Lorgar suddenly realized that her father hadn¡¯t told anyone about the Divine Lady of the North. Only her father and those who had cared for her knew, the rest still remained ignorant. Even her brother was surprised, not to mention the Wildwave warriors. ¡°Lo-Lorgar? Weren¡¯t you¡­ badly wounded during the holy duel?¡± ¡°It¡¯s impossible! I saw clearly with my own eyes that her legs had been crushed and bloodied, as she was carried off the platform!¡± ¡°What¡¯s that I see¡­ a wolf¡¯s ears and tail?¡± ¡°She¡¯s a monster!¡± Lorgar, unmoved, walked over to the Wildwave warriors, who had clearly lost their cool as they continued to argue, ¡°Anyway, Wildflame yielded during the duel on the Burning Stage, which was witnessed by the Three Gods! You have to wait six months before your next challenge.¡± This rule about participants who yield not being allowed to challenge the winner before six months had passed was a safeguard against planned surrender for the preservation of power and it was well known and accepted throughout the Sand Nation. ¡°We accepted the results, just like we believe in the Three Gods.¡± Lorgar gave the answer which relieved the tension in warriors chest, unfortunately, it wouldn¡¯t last long. What she said next tensed the room up again, ¡°So¡­ who¡¯s Kabucha?¡± ¡°I am!¡± the head of the Wildwave warriors had no choice but to step forward. ¡°Now that you have promised to respect the results, move out immediately. You are no longer the strongest clan. Do you really still want to cling to this castle?¡± The reply was a right hook to the face. Kabucha was indeed a good fighter, even so, he wouldn¡¯t be able to defeat a wolf claw that had instantly emerged in front of him. He had been blown away, breaking the door, before he landed outside in a crumpled heap. ¡°You¡ª¡± The other warriors glared at her, and yet, none of them dared to charge at her. ¡°Even though Wildflame dropped to the third clan, the dignity of the chief can¡¯t be ignored, especially by someone standing in the middle of our land. How dare you be so insolent?¡± Lorgar accused. ¡°Take that punch as a lesson and get out, all of you!¡± The moment Lorgar entered the room, the table had turned. Annexing Blackwater had contributed to a great part of Wildwave¡¯s force, so they hadn¡¯t feared the holy duel or the possible private challenge, they were confident they would transcend Wildflame. But, when Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan appeared before them, in the flesh, their confidence vacated them. They had to admit, even if Wildflame had decided not to duel with them in six month, they still wouldn¡¯t be able to afford losses to the giant Desert Wolf, who could sneak up and assault them, from time to time, in the future. Their day of reckoning would come, for they challenged them in the first place. For the Sand Nation People, revenge was as sacred as the holy duel. Wildwave warriors carried the bloody-faced Kabucha and left without a word. ¡°Father, now that my sister has healed, can we move back to this Stone Castle in six months?¡± Rohan asked excitedly, his fists clenched. ¡°Or perhaps you could negotiate with the chief of Wildwave and save us from the trouble of moving¡ªsince they wouldn¡¯t stand a chance in winning the next duel, he should allow you the favor.¡± ¡°Yes, our Prince is right,¡± the guards echoed in excitement. ¡°Let me go and stop everyone who is packing.¡± ¡°Also, don¡¯t forget to throw out the Wildwave clansmen who have been lingering in our castle.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget to tell them to take their belongings with them.¡± They prattled on delightedly. Guelz Burnflame softly coughed and looked at his daughter, ¡°What¡¯d you have in mind?¡± That brought silence to the room. Everyone turned their eyes towards Lorgar and waited for her answer. Rohan was among them, slightly biting his lips, his eyes shadowed. Lorgar barely noticed. She took a deep breath and said clearly, ¡°Father, I want to leave and I¡¯m here to say goodbye.¡± Chapter 783 Chapter 783: Where I Belong Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Her words shocked everyone. ¡°Sister, no¡­ what are you talking about?¡± Rohan was the first one to recover from the shock. ¡°You want to leave the oasis? What will our clan do without you? How will we deal with the holy duels in the future? Where do you plan to go?¡± Lorgar gave no answer. Instead, she looked at her father quietly. A rueful smile came over Guelz¡¯s face. He exhaled a long breath and waved to the others. ¡°Leave us alone.¡± ¡°Father¡­¡± Rohan opened his mouth, trying to say something, but swallowed the words. The guards were as surprised as Rohan, but respecting the family¡¯s privacy, they obeyed the command and left in bewilderment. Soon Lorgar and Guelz were alone in the room. ¡°You want to go to the north?¡± Guelz asked straightforwardly. ¡°Yes,¡± Lorgar answered honestly without hiding anything. ¡°I¡¯ll go to the Southern Territory of Graycastle to find Ashes, and then travel to Neverwinter with her.¡± ¡°What about the Wildflame clan?¡± ¡°Go to the Southern Territory. You can find fresh oases there, without having to fight for food or water.¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°I¡¯ll bet that you had already made that decision long ago. That¡¯s why you didn¡¯t accept the challenge from the Wildwave clan.¡± Guelz raised his eyebrows, but denied nothing. Lorgar continued. ¡°It doesn¡¯t mean that you¡¯re afraid of them. Wildflame has been the strongest clan for decades, even before I turned into a Divine Lady. You would never spare them without making them pay an unforgettable price for their insolence, even if they did surpass us after taking Blackwater. It¡¯s this kind of spirit that we have always relied on to hold our ground in the biggest Stone Castles of Iron Sand City.¡± ¡°The only reason that you wouldn¡¯t accept the challenge would be if the holy duel to determine the rank of the clans in Iron Sand City had already become meaningless. Our clansmen may fight and bleed to secure the future of the clan, but you would never let them fight a meaningless battle and die in vain. Am I right, Father?¡± Guelz stared at her with a poker face for a long time before curling his lips into a smile. He shook his head and said, ¡°I don¡¯t know whether you were born a genius or you have the nose of a wolf. Or maybe both? In fact, I kept putting off the discussion of this matter because I wanted to seek your counsel on our relocation after you woke up.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think I truly understand. Besides, I have neither the intelligence nor the wolf¡¯s nose you just mentioned. I just have trust in my fists.¡± Lorgar shook her ears. ¡°Fists?¡± ¡°Yeah, I can figure out what kind of a person someone is once we¡¯ve had a fight. You taught me to fight from a young age, and I¡¯ve tasted both your punches and your weapons. It¡¯s only natural that I can perceive your true intentions.¡± ¡°I¡¯m so glad to hear that.¡± Guelz laughed. ¡°What about Ashes? Can we trust her?¡± ¡°For me, she¡¯s as unapproachable as a mountain¡­ but a mountain is always silent and doesn¡¯t care enough to lie. She also gave me a feeling of a strength and safety,¡± Lorgar said slowly. ¡°Those under her wings must feel very warm and comfortable.¡± ¡°I¡¯m relieved to hear you say that.¡± Guelz seemed to have made up his mind. ¡°Since we¡¯re all going to the Southern Territory anyway, why don¡¯t you wait a few more days and join us?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to wait anymore, Father¡­ I feel my heart beat fiercely when facing the north,¡± Lorgar said, pressing her chest with her hands. ¡°It¡¯s urging me to set out as soon as possible. If I get there earlier, I can see whether they really intend to keep their word to offer every civilian of the Sand Nation an oasis just as they¡¯ve promised.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you just say that you believed in them with all your heart?¡± Guelz laughed. ¡°It¡¯s Ashes I trust, not the ¡®Chief¡¯ behind her. Ashes may not be lying, but it doesn¡¯t mean that she can¡¯t be cheated.¡± Lorgar waved her fist. ¡°If the King of Graycastle deceives us, I won¡¯t let him stay in peace.¡± ¡°What if Drow Silvermoon¡¯s words are true? Will you swear fealty to him if he treats the Ironsand people of the Mojin clan as well as he does his own people, or even serve him in the same way your mother did?¡± Guelz asked with great interest. ¡°If all you want to do is to challenge his men for your own entertainment, I¡¯m afraid he won¡¯t welcome you.¡± ¡°I¡­ I won¡¯t! Who would be interested in a monster that¡¯s half man and half beast?¡± The short fur on Lorgar¡¯s tail bristled and her eyes turned away. ¡°I¡¯ve heard from Ashes that there are extremely powerful alien enemies there. That¡¯s what I¡¯m going for, not to serve the king. I¡¯ll pay them myself if I need any cures or treatment from the witches.¡± The chief of Wildflame stopped teasing her and waved at her. ¡°Come over here. Let me have a good look at you.¡± Lorgar walked up to her father and sat down, placing her head on her father¡¯s lap as she always did. Guelz gently stroked her hair and fluffy ears, whispering, ¡°You¡¯ll be back, won¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Lorgar closed her eyes. ¡°If the people of Graycastle people can come to Iron Sand City, then so can I. It¡¯ll also be easier for me to pay a visit after our people move to the Southern Territory, as it¡¯ll be closer. If you don¡¯t want to be the chief anymore in the future, hand the position over to my brother. He¡¯s far more suitable for the position of chief than me. He¡¯ll be an excellent leader for when we don¡¯t have to constantly fight for the oasis.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t bother yourself with those things at this moment,¡± Guelz said. ¡°Remember to write me some letters even if you don¡¯t have time to come back. Since we are going to move to the north, it won¡¯t be bad for us learn their ways.¡± ¡°You can put up with my ugly handwriting?¡± ¡°Silly,¡± he grunted. ¡°When our people leave home, they always leave something behind. If you don¡¯t want to leave a word, I don¡¯t mind keeping your hair.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ I¡¯ll leave a word,¡± Lorgar said, wagging her tail. ¡­ After night had fallen, Lorgar left Iron Sand City carrying a bag that was much larger than herself. No one saw her off. There was hardly anyone who knew that the Divine Lady of Wildflame was about to begin her own journey. Having passed through the small outer oases, she entered the desolate desert, where she looked around to make sure that she was alone before taking off her clothes. She folded every piece of her clothes neatly and packed them in her bag. After that, she stood up slowly in the cold wind, naked. But she felt no cold. Instead, she felt an ineffable sensation running throughout through her body¡ªas if a huge invisible hand was caressing her, and the things that bound her and held her down had vanished. She had been renewed in the cold wind. Fine hair began to grow out of her skin, and her body was expanding. A few seconds later, a huge desert wolf stood in the vast desert. She raised her head and howled without restraint. ¡°Ow¡ª¡ªAh¡ª¡ªWoo¡ª¡ª¡± Her howls echoed and lingered in the air above the desert. Lorgar believed that all of the Wildflame clan must have heard her howls. The heavy bag now looked small and lightweight. She lowered her head to grab the strap of the bag with her teeth. After confirming the direction she was supposed to go, she began to run towards the Southern Territory of Graycastle. Chapter 784 Chapter 784: Together with Worms Translator: TransN Editor: TransN On the last day of midwinter, a scouting team consisting of the Taquila survivors and witches and solders of Neverwinter finally commenced their journey to the western area beyond the Western Region. Roland stood by the wharf and watched the concrete boat, which carried so many people, slowly depart the dock. The exploration could be considered as the most complex operation in the history of time, for the First Army, the Witch Union, and the Taquila witches were all going to collaborate and cooperate with each other to conduct a thorough search of the Great Snow Mountain. If everything went well, they would arrive at the headwater of Redwater River in three days. Then, they would pick a sheltered place shielded from winds to erect their tents. They would first send their vanguard to locate the ruin with the help of Margie¡¯s Magic Ark and then use the devouring worm controlled by Fran to open a tunnel in the precipice for the rest of the party to enter the mountain. This operation was indeed no different than a grave robber¡¯s business. Roland was burned with curiosity and was eager to see the ruin of the old civilizations in the Great Snow Mountain. Unfortunately, he was stopped by Wendy and Scroll, who had been insisting on his stay in the castle ever since a demon had thrust a spear through his chest. Nonetheless, this did not mean that the scouting team would lower their guard. In view of the possible presence of invisible enchanted beasts that had once emerged in Misty Forest, Roland also included Nightingale in the team. It was a big party, so it was practically impossible for Sylvie to attend to the whole team, especially in the event that they had to split up. Meanwhile, the Taquila witches also brought the last three Five-Colored Stone to detect any objects that contained magic power. According to Pasha, there would be a beam of light at the top of an object that possessed magic power. This theory also held true for demons and hybrid demonic beasts, except that their beams were extremely fine and tiny. Roland believed his team, constituted of 50 God¡¯s Punishment Witch, 500 soldiers from the First Army and a large group of the High Awakened, was definitely an invincible army on the continent. If the operation was successful, it would indubitably lay a solid foundation for the future collaboration among ordinary people, extraordinary warriors, and various witches. ¡°Let¡¯s head back.¡± Roland brushed off the flurries of snow on the nose and said to Anna. ¡°OK.¡± Anna looked up at him and smiled back. During the time while Nightingale was away, Anna was responsible for the safety of the king. As Roland and Anna were having an intimate relationship, both of them felt very comfortable to stay close to each other. Roland held Anna¡¯s hand and walked to the castle. ¡­ He did not, however, expect that Phyllis would be there upon his entry to the hall. ¡°You didn¡¯t go to the Great Snow Mountain with them?¡± Roland raised his brows. ¡°I thought you would be interested in exploring the underground ruin.¡± Phyllis replied with a shrug, ¡°I am, but Pasha prefers me to stay here. I know the castle better than anyone else, and most of your men have seen me. If they want to pick a person to take charge of the defense of this castle, I would be the one.¡± As a matter of fact, the Taquila witches had suggested that one of them should be stationed in the castle. Although Anna was powerful, her magic power would render useless in the vicinity of a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Further, Anna presented much more academic talent than combat skills. Once she was stripped of her power, both Roland and Anna would be in a perilous position. In consideration of the potential danger, Pasha insisted that a God¡¯s Punishment Witch should stay in the castle to serve as their protector. Since God¡¯s Punishment Witches could manipulate anti-magic areas however they pleased, they could easily vanquish any witches. Their bodies of flesh, which were impervious to any illness or injuries, allowed them to fight under extreme conditions. Even if their enemies happened to be Extraordinaries, God¡¯s Punishment Witches still stood a chance to win. ¡°Well, then I thank you in advance,¡± Roland naturally replied. Phyllis gave a nod. ¡°That¡¯s my duty. I¡¯ll normally stay in the hall. If anything ever happens, I¡¯ll come to you as fast as I can.¡± Roland understood that Phyllis made this decision was to avoid any unnecessary conflicts or suspicions. The ample buffer spaces between the first floor and his office enabled both the protector and the protected to have some privacy without feeling agitated about the awkward presence of the other. It was a delicate balance to keep. If the Taquila witches, on the contrary, demanded the guardian should be in the office, it would only irritate Roland more even if they meant no harm. Pasha probably had also taken that into account when she had picked Phyllis as the protector, as the latter apparently knew the union witches better than any other God¡¯s Punishment Witches. Nevertheless, Roland would not completely rely on his ally when it came to safety, although the protection from a God¡¯s Punishment Witch did greatly reduce risks. He also put some guards and members of the First Army at the staircase at each floor and the bedroom door. They would rotate their shifts every eight hours to make sure nothing would go amiss. When Roland returned to his office, Scroll was waiting for him by the French window. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Scroll dipped in a perfect curtsy and handed him a report. ¡°I¡¯ve confirmed Lily¡¯s derivative skill.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland¡¯s eyes lightened up. He immediately took the report and started to carefully read it. Winter was almost close to its end. Although it was still the Months of Demons, most of the witches had peacefully made their way through their Days of Awakening. Among them, Lily was the most special one. Her magic power had entered its ¡°adulthood¡± a week ago. Like what he had done for Lucia, Roland had also spent the Day of Adulthood together with Lily. Apart from a substantial increase in her magic power, Lily also found there was something new in her ability which she felt delighted to see. Without a doubt, Lily was lucky. On the day she had entered her adulthood, she had also attained her derivative skill. However, Lily encountered some difficulties in understanding her derivative skill. Unlike the main ability, a derivative skill was usually more subtle and thus harder to perceive. Witches did not sense their derivative skills as easily as they did their main abilities. In fact, it had taken Scroll two years to learn how to utilize the Book of Magic after the entry to her adulthood. But this was not a big problem. According to Agatha, to overcome this obstacle, witches only needed to practice their main abilities over and over again and thereby slowly searched for the solution. Few witches would obtain a derivative skill entirely irrelevant with her main ability. The relationship between the main ability and a derivative skill was analogous to that of roots and twigs and leaves. Derivative skills could, to some extents, supplement and strengthen the main ability. Sylvie¡¯s ability to distinguish magic power and Soraya¡¯s painting brush were both solid proofs of this theory. Roland was surprised by the report. ¡°Is she now able to absorb a parent population into her body and keep it in there?¡± Scroll inclined her head. ¡°Not only one. It was actually an accidental discovery made by Lily when she did her experiment. She found some assimilated parent populations enter her body and remain in there ever since. She thought they would disappear once she summons parent populations again, but in reality¡­ they could still get out of her body upon her call and continue to assimilate other microscopic creatures.¡± Roland soon realized what that meant. After the second evolution, the little girl had learned to turn parent populations she had seen into some specific microscopic creatures. Now, her new derivative skill simplified the matter. Lily did not need to actually ¡°see¡± parent populations on the spot, but simply needed to ¡°remember¡± them. In other words, she could collect converted parent populations aforetime and released microscopic worms when needed. Her new skill largely accelerated the assimilation process. Roland could envision, with the enhancement of the accuracy of microscopes and the increase in the parent population types Lily carried, Lily would eventually become a walking ¡°biochemical bomb¡±. Roland was amused by the notion that a harmless assistant witch, after receiving continuous education in Neverwinter, had, in the end, become a combat witch who carried a potentially lethal weapon. He felt both lucky and relieved that Lily at least belonged to the Witch Union. He just wondered, however, if demons would ever get sick or infected by any diseases. Chapter 785 Chapter 785: An Intruder Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After Scroll withdrew, there was nobody in the office except him and Anna. Roland opened the half-completed textbook, planning to finish the latter half, but words seemed to elude him. For a long time, his quill in the air, he did not write a single word. Roland noticed that he always involuntarily looked in Anna¡¯s direction, as though his eyes were glued to her. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Sensing his gaze, Anna put down the parts she was working on and smiled at Roland. ¡°No, nothing.¡± Roland slightly shook his head. ¡°If you feel bored here, we can go to the backyard of the North Slope Mountain.¡± Anna curled up her lips into an imperceptible smile. ¡°I don¡¯t feel bored at all. I can finish the work here. Most importantly, I don¡¯t mind where I am as long as I can be with you.¡± These words might bring the color to a maid¡¯s cheeks, but they just came out of Anna so naturally. ¡°Alright.¡± Smiling, Roland dropped the matter. He knew Anna would never lie to him. As Anna was the first witch with whom he got acquainted after coming to this world, Roland knew her quite well. Apart from a few academic discussions and pillow talks, most of the time Anna was quiet and poised, particularly when she was focused on her work. Roland did not think her a dull person in the least. Silence, to them, was also one means of communication. Sometimes, a simple, occasional eye contact was sufficient enough for them to understand each other. Roland decided to forget about the textbook for the time being. He put down the quill and started to study Anna¡¯s face. Her side face always fascinated him. Her ash brown hair, which had grown quite a bit, tumbled down, revealing only a tiny bit of her milky-white neck. The azure in her eyes was as clear as lake water as ever. She was dressed in a puffy, pastel yellow sweater and a pair of comfy black flannel pants, looking dainty and airy. Roland was happy that he designed these modern apparels himself. Since Anna had sliced the metal ingots (whose composition had undergone a precise modification) into palm-sized cubes beforehand, she would only need to process them with Blackfire in the office once they were delivered to the castle. Roland was impressed by how fast those metal ingots be converted to complete parts in Blackfire. To some extents, the conversion was more a performance of art than a plain demonstration of Anna¡¯s ingenious techniques and skills. These little parts, which appeared to be so insignificant, would eventually be delivered to the plant and become one of the key parts of a machine or a weapon. It was definitely not an easy task. Roland knew very well that the length and the width of the Blackfire were both needed to be controlled by Anna¡¯s magic power. To summon several Blackfires and direct them to cut from different angles would be even harder than using both hands to work on two separate tasks simultaneously. It required incredibly high concentration. Probably, only a person as hard-working as Anna was able to continuously dedicate to and eventually excel in this job. The girl, who used to practice fire manipulation in the castle garden, had undoubtedly changed a lot, but there seemed to be something still remaining the same. The day slipped away unnoticed. After night fell when Roland sank into a slumber with Anna in his arms, the other world just woke up. ¡­ Yawning, Roland turned to the calendar on his nightstand. It was Saturday, October 14. Although time went much faster in the dream world than that in the real world, Roland did not come to this world every night. As long as he was not dreaming, time was frozen here. Breakfast was ready when Roland entered the living room ¡°Why are you so late today?¡± Zero asked while chewing a fried dough stick. ¡°It¡¯s a weekend. Grown-people have their nightlife, so it¡¯s normal for me to sleep in.¡± Roland went into the bathroom and picked up his mug and toothbrush. ¡°Are you going out later?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m writing my homework,¡± the little girl replied. Then she said to him as much as to herself, ¡°Nightlife? Come back home even earlier than me yet talk about nightlife. This old grumpy man is nothing but a loser with no friend or career¡­¡± Roland knew Zero said it on purpose, for the mumble was just loud enough for him to hear. He almost choked on his mouthwash. Roland was very displeased to hear Zero call him ¡°uncle¡±, now his title had directly skipped to an old grumpy man? He looked himself in the mirror. His appearance was not so much different than in the real world. By the look, he could be no more than 23 or 24 years old. Although not splendidly attired, wearing only an undershirt and shorts, he could not be considered as a ¡°loser¡± or an ¡°old grumpy man¡± by any means. Roland blamed the child¡¯s poor judgment. He decided not to argue with the little girl but simply said, ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll leave my key here. I need to go out later, and you should open the door for me.¡± ¡°Got it!¡± By the time he brushed his teeth and washed his face, Zero had finished her breakfast and retired to her room. Roland waddled to the table and turned on the TV with the remote. He needed to meet Garcia today. Within several months, he had pretty much obtained all the necessary textbooks and materials and had shoveled them to the bedroom. The only work left for him now was to copy them. However, the search for other memory fragments met some obstacles. No tenant in the Apartment of Souls was willing to let out his room. To this date, Roland had only persuaded two tenants, but there was nothing valuable behind the Gate of Memory. There were over 2,000 residents in the apartment, but it was hard for Roland to collect large capitals just by selling armors, for armors are no real antiques. His act would probably raise as much attention from the police as he broke into someone¡¯s residence. After a full reflection, Roland concluded there were only two possible ways: one was to increase his revenues and the other his reputation. If he could be as distinguished as Garcia around Tongzi Street, he could then easily persuade his neighbors to move or rent his apartment. If he became financially capable, another solution would be purchasing the whole building. Either way was a big investment, and currently, the more feasible way to access such big funds seemed to be joining in the Martialist Association. According to Garcia, anyone who participated in hunting Fallen Evils would receive competitive compensation. If a skillful and powerful martialist was willing to partake in the operation, the association would give him full support. When Garcia mentioned about the remuneration, however, she looked quite contemptuous, as if she slew Fallen Evils just to protect human beings rather than for the money. Roland spoke highly of her valor and gallantry. He then inquired about the detailed rules pertaining to the rewards. If truth be told, Roland felt this organization, which boasted of responsibilities and personal dedication, sounded quite fishy. He somehow tasted conspiracies and shady underground business. Given that, he felt reluctant to work for them, and certainly would not work for them for free. He decided to be a member of the Martialist Association simply because this was his last hope after numerous fruitless, vain undertakings over the past few months. When it was 10 o¡¯ clock, Roland put on a suit and took off. Although they were going to meet up in Room 0827, Roland felt it advisable to be formally dressed since this was, after all, an official application. But no sooner had he stepped out of the room than he heard a screeching child¡¯s scream behind him. It was from Zero. The shriek apparently startled Roland. He turned around and found the little girl dash out of the room, frightened and unnerved. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Is there a mouse?¡± Zero stammered out, ¡°There, there¡¯s someone in the room.¡± ¡°Someone?¡± Roland frowned and poked his head into Room 0825. He instantly stood rooted to the ground. In the center of the living room, which had been empty just a minute ago, stood an unknown woman. Chapter 786 Chapter 786: The First Dreaming Experience Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The woman had tawny long hair, her side-swept bangs clipping to one side, revealing half of her forehead. She had soft facial features, giving Roland an impression that the woman had a gentle and delicate character. Yet under the current circumstances, her exquisite beauty did not strike Roland but actually gave rise to his increasing suspicion of her being a ghost. Apart from that, Roland also noticed that her gown was a little too shabby. A few stitches were coming out, and the cuffs and corners of the garment were torn and ragged, as though it were picked up from a waste station. ¡°I, I heard you go out, so I wanted to check if the door was properly locked. When I turned around, however, I saw she was standing there!¡± Zero was ghastly pale, evidently terrified by the event. The woman seemed to also notice the commotion. As she raised her head and looked at the door, her expression changed abruptly. Roland curled his hand into a fist in secret. He was ready to take the blow. But what the woman said next completely blew his mind. The woman uttered an exclamation of surprise. ¡°Your¡­ Majesty?¡± What? Your Majesty? ¡°Um¡­ you¡¯re¡­¡± Roland tried to figure out what had actually happened. ¡°I¡¯m Phyllis, Your Majesty. What¡¯s happened here?¡± The woman was as puzzled as he. ¡°Phyllis?¡± Roland revolved a multitude of thoughts and questions in his mind rapidly ¡°Is she the God¡¯s Punishment Witch in the castle hall? Why would she intrude his dream? Is this dream world now opening up and connecting to the other world? Where¡¯s Anna? Why hasn¡¯t she appeared?¡± ¡°Hold on, you know each other?¡± Zero realized something was wrong here. ¡°What does she mean by ¡®Your Majesty¡¯¡­ Are you role-playing now?¡± ¡°Ahem, she¡¯s a¡­ remote relative of mine.¡± Roland suddenly realized that it was not the time for him to stand in a daze. ¡°As to the way she addresses me, it was just a jape. We grew up together and it¡¯s normal that she comes up with some particular names.¡± ¡°A relative?¡± Hearing that the woman was not some random ghost, the little girl soon slipped back to her usual bold, defiant manner. She started to become more skeptical as well. ¡°You just asked who she was.¡± Utterly unabashed, Roland shot back, ¡°Did I? I only saw a crying craven who almost wetted her pants.¡± Zero reddened to her temples. ¡°You, you liar!¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you just shriek? This lady was in the room earlier. You were just too occupied with your homework in your bedroom to notice her.¡± To Roland¡¯s dismay, the woman soon took the implication. ¡°Sorry, I¡­ I didn¡¯t mean to startle you. I was in another room when His Majesty was leaving. I was about to say hello when you cried out and rushed out of the room.¡± Roland put a final touch to their improvised show. ¡°I guess that was it. She asked what had happened. The truth is that you scared her. If I find a little girl scream like crazy when I get out, I¡¯ll be as confused as she was.¡± ¡°I¡­ I¡­¡± Zero groped for words that did not come. She could not deny the fact that she did scream, for she was not in a habit of lying. Caught in such a dilemma, the little girl felt her eyes moist with tears. Roland realized that was a bit too much for the little girl to bear, so he bent over and ruffled her hair. ¡°Anyway, it was a miscommunication. Go back to study now.¡± He could not help feeling a twinge of guilt for Zero because he knew a child like her could not possibly see through the intricacies of guiles and subterfuges deployed by adults. Her life would only be complete after experiencing deception and lies of grown people, as this was an inevitable step, a ceremony she must receive, to inaugurate her adulthood and become mentally mature. Roland had thought Zero would run into her bedroom in tears, but she actually sniffed and dried her eyes quickly before kicking him hard in his legs. ¡°Uncle, you such a jerk!¡± With these words, she rushed back to her room in a fury. Roland twitched his lips. Her reaction was a little different from what he had anticipated, but¡­ overall, she had learned the lesson. ¡°Haha.¡± The woman who called herself Phyllis burst into laughter. ¡°It seems you aren¡¯t those common people¡¯s mighty king here.¡± ¡°But I¡¯m the creator and ruler of this world.¡± Roland gestured the woman to come in. ¡°Let¡¯s talk inside. I also have a lot of questions to ask you.¡± ¡­ After half an hour, Roland was finally convinced that the woman was Phyllis. She not only talked about Taquila but also about what she had experienced in the castle, as well as the fact that she used to disguise as a guide in ¡°Black Money¡± under the name ¡°No. 76¡±. Moreover, she further corroborated her story by disclosing some details Roland had not been very clear about. It was impossible to develop such a well-organized and logically consistent narrative by simply reading his memory. Roland was thus certain that the woman was not a sentient being automatically formed in this world. Plus, the current body presented to him was exactly what Phyllis originally looked like. Then the question was very clear. Why would she enter this dream world? Phyllis shook her head. ¡°I don¡¯t really know either¡­ It was pretty late at that time. The First Army just changed their shift. I was going to disconnect my body and have some deep sleep to restore my strength. When I woke up, I was here.¡± She paused for a moment and then continued, ¡°You call it¡­ a dream world?¡± ¡°Correct. This is a world operating only in my dream, but I don¡¯t know if this rule still applies now.¡± Roland felt there was no need to hold anything back from her at the moment, for he had to find out the reason why Phyllis could enter his dream as soon as possible. Although Roland knew this complicated world did not exist in his head, it was still¡­ pretty shocking to see someone come uninvited. After all, he was positive that the dream world was created precisely according to his memory. An intrusion meant somebody entered his memory without his permission. Roland unfolded the ladder behind the door and put it next to the bed. ¡°Perhaps we can do a small test to find out why you came here.¡± ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Phyllis asked in surprise. Roland explained to her, ¡°When I fall off the top of the ladder, the dream will come to an end. You can try it first to see if you can return to the real world. I¡¯ll terminate the dream later. If both of us can successfully get out of here, you then wait for me in the hall. I¡¯ll be right back.¡± ¡°Hang on¡­ Your Majesty.¡± Phyllis reached out her hand in an attempt to grasp him. Roland was astounded at her behavior. It was definitely an act of extreme insolence in Neverwinter. Could she have completely abandoned all her manners and customs learned over the past hundreds of years after coming to a totally foreign environment? Roland thought that was very unlikely. Phyllis asked in a low voice, ¡°Could you¡­ pinch me?¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland was stunned. ¡°With the greatest strength that you have, please.¡± Phyllis rolled up her sleeve and presented her pale arm to Roland. ¡°I¡¯ve confirmed that pain won¡¯t end the dream.¡± ¡°I just want to experience some pains¡­ Please.¡± ¡°Experience?¡± Roland soon thought of Agatha¡¯s description of God¡¯s Punishment Witches and immediately understood what Phyllis meant. After a moment of silence, he pinched the witch¡¯s wrist with his right hand. Phyllis clenched her teeth, yielding to an articulate moan of satisfaction. She trembled in such excitement as a thirsty traveler who had a delicious drink once tasted and long since forgotten. It was after a long time that Phyllis finally opened her eyes and exhaled a long breath. ¡°God almighty, I can feel pains again!¡± Phyllis looked like a completely different person, her radiant eyes fixed on Roland, glistening with exhilaration. Roland spread out his hands. ¡°You can do it yourself too.¡± Phyllis shook her head and suddenly went to her knees. ¡°That¡¯s different, Your Majesty. Perchance, this world is only a dream for you, but I would like to do anything just to stay in here. I¡¯m afraid I would never be able to come back after I leave. Could you allow me to dream just a little longer, at least for now?¡± Chapter 787 Chapter 787: Go! To the New World! Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland fell silent. Phyllis was right. To Roland, sensations were something so natural that he almost regarded them as inherent elements of the world. As to his dream, due to its bizarreness and incompleteness, he viewed it as a fictional world created by his imagination. To Phyllis, however, this world was her dreamland. It was the light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what snares and toils awaited for her, Phyllis would try her best to reach for it. If her intrusion was indeed an accident that would not recur and if she just left like this, she would probably lose something beyond Roland¡¯s imagination. If pains were the only thing that Phyllis would experience in this long-lost dream world, that would be too cruel for her. Roland breathed out a sigh. At length, he held Phyllis¡¯ hand and said, ¡°I see. Let¡¯s do the test in the evening.¡± Two days in the dream world roughly had the same timespan as a full night in the real world. He would just wake up a few hours later if he stayed in the dream until evening. So, that should not cause a problem. These few extra hours, however, would allow Phyllis to have a thorough exploration of this brand new world. ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty¡­¡± Phyllis rose and once again placed her hand over her heart, a particular salute normally conducted by senior members of the Union. ¡°I now come to understand why the Witch Union fully supports you.¡± Roland was about to make a response when suddenly, somebody pounded the bedroom door. He heard Zero¡¯s voice outside the room. ¡°I made some tea. Do you guys want some?¡± ¡°What the hell¡­ is she doing?¡± thought Roland. Usually, Zero would disappear for quite a while when she was inflamed. She definitely would not boil water or make tea. ¡°What trick is she playing now?¡± Roland opened the door, brows remaining clouded, only to find there was nothing in Zero¡¯s hands. The little girl cast Roland a stare and then poked her head into the room. She studied Phyllis critically, eyes full of alert. ¡°Hey, where¡¯s the tea?¡± ¡°In the living room. Go fetch yourself.¡± Zero grudged him a grunt. ¡°By the way, don¡¯t you guys produce weird noises. You distract me from doing my homework!¡± At these words, she stormed away. ¡°Um¡­ so that¡¯s the reason.¡± Roland shook her head, speechless. Children these days seemed to be more sophisticated than he expected them to be. If it were him, he would just have inquired about their health with some concerns and asked if they would like to go to hospital rather than forming those crazy, inappropriate ideas in his head. Roland shrugged after closing the door. ¡°Pay no mind to her. A child born in the 2000s is supposed to be like that. It¡¯s a different age after all.¡± Phyllis looked quite confused. ¡°The 2000s? A different age? What¡¯s your relationship with her¡­¡± ¡°Just a roommate,¡± Roland explained to Phyllis without giving her the details. He simply waved away her questions. Although Roland had once told her that his battle with the pope was a Battle of Souls, he had not told her that this little girl was actually the former pope the pure witch. Zero had started a new life in the dream world. Her past was now a history. Roland did not feel it necessary to connect her with the other world again. Phyllis bit her lip. ¡°I see. Well¡­ please continue. You can use other methods. I¡¯ll try to keep silent this time.¡± Roland put his hand on the forehead, feeling a little amused and frustrated. ¡°Is she addicted to pains now? There is so much fun in this world. She absolutely doesn¡¯t have to stick to this one sensation solely.¡± ¡°Ahem.¡± Roland cleared his throat. ¡°Since you¡¯ve come to the dream world, let me show you around.¡± ¡°Can I go out¡­ like this?¡± Phyllis asked in surprise. ¡°It¡¯s apparently very different from Neverwinter here. Won¡¯t I cause you trouble if somebody notices my presence?¡± Phyllis had clearly observed the dramatic change in the surroundings, but evidently, she thought people in this world still acted the same way as those in the four kingdoms where witches were repudiated by the mass. She believed people who looked different would always be subject to discrimination or persecution. Roland smiled at her. ¡°If you were a witch, you would be nothing but a celebrity here. I¡¯ve told you that this is a brand new world. Being different brings you no harm. Instead, you¡¯ll have a lot of fans who admire you. Of course, all of these is on the premise that you don¡¯t break the laws.¡± ¡°Is, is that so?¡± Phyllis instantly cheered up. ¡°There¡¯re taverns and inns here as well, aren¡¯t there?¡± Roland curled up his lips. ¡°Do you want to try some wines and food here? There¡¯re more food and drink than you can ever imagine.¡± ¡°So her original plan was to stay in and feel pains over and over again?¡± Although the idea of torturing such a pretty, kind-hearted lady sounded quite thrilling, Roland thought this would lead him to do something irrevocably wrong. That was such a narrow escape! He almost made a huge mistake. ¡°By the way, since you¡¯re now in your own body, are you still able to use your magic power?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ I almost forgot about that,¡± Phyllis exclaimed in a low voice. ¡°Let me try.¡± She shut her eyes and held her breath. Nothing, however, happened in a while. ¡°It doesn¡¯t work?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ I can feel the magic cyclone. It¡¯s just a bit rusty since I haven¡¯t used it for a while,¡± Phyllis answered, a little embarrassed. ¡°Just a moment¡­ It¡¯s coming out.¡± At these words, two black, scrawny claws suddenly grew out of her back and spread out on her shoulders. At the first glance, they looked like a pair of devil¡¯s hands or wing skeletons. Roland stroked his chin. ¡°This is¡­¡± Phyllis breathed out a long sigh. ¡°I call it Blade Claws. The claws are retractable and can stretch as far as my ability allows. They¡¯re much sharper than ordinary ironware. When I fought with Army of Demons, those claws protected me from the attacks from behind and also helped me defy strong Senior Demons.¡± ¡°So you were a combat witch.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. In the Taquila age, I was the guard of the Three Chiefs.¡± Phyllis took a pause. ¡°But there¡¯s one thing that I don¡¯t really understand. Based on the research conducted by the Quest Society, magic power comes from the Bloody Moon. Why does magic power also exist in your dream world?¡± Roland spread out his hands. ¡°Although this world is created by my imagination, it probably also has something to do with the Bloody Moon. I¡¯m still trying to figure it out. I¡¯ll fill you in when we¡¯re outside. Since we¡¯ve decided to do the test in the evening, we¡¯d better get started rather than wasting time here.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Phyllis replied with excitement. As it was Saturday, Roland decided to take Zero with them. Otherwise, this little girl might hold a grudge against him for quite a long time. ¡°Also, you don¡¯t need to call me ¡®Your Majesty¡¯ in the dream, just Roland. There¡¯s no king in this era.¡± ¡°Well¡­ in that case, please excuse my impudence.¡± Roland was not quite sure if it was an illusion, for Phyllis paid more respect to him than before, and her respect seemed not to be feigned. Roland felt this accidental intrusion would not appear to be that bad if he could win the support of a witch from Taquila in this way. Chapter 788 Chapter 788: Gourmet Journey Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You¡¯re not coming? Hey, what do you mean by that? Not only are you late, but you just told me that you decide to bail out at the last minute?¡± The yelling from the other side of the line got Roland to move his head away from the speaker. Even though he could not see Garcia, he could clearly sense her anger. ¡°I have an unexpected visitor whom I have to receive.¡± While Garcia was panting, Roland explained quickly, ¡°I have no other choice. You know that besides me, there¡¯s only a 14-year-old girl in my apartment. How can I rely on her to receive a guest?¡± ¡°Your room number is 0825, right? I¡¯ll come over and talk to you.¡± ¡°Um¡­ I¡¯m not in the apartment right now¡­¡± After uttering those words, Roland squinted and prepared for the next round of vocal attack. As expected, Garcia raised her volume again. ¡°Don¡¯t you know that I¡¯ve made an appointment with the seniors of the association? I thought you were finally able to take some responsibility. How can you just bail on me? Do you think I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re up to? Come back now!¡± ¡°Taking responsibility¡­ what the hell is that supposed to mean? It¡¯s such a misleading phrase,¡± Roland said to himself. When he saw the taxi driver with an expression of ¡°Man, well done, I totally understand you¡±, Roland knew that further explanation would not work. ¡°What did you say? The reception isn¡¯t too good. I¡¯ve just entered Oriental Road. Hello, are you still there? Hello¡­ hello?¡± After putting on this self-directed show, Roland hung up the phone. He also turned the phone off, just in case she called back. He had probably completely offended this Martial Arts star. He had not expected that Garcia would care so much about whether he was going to join in Martialist Association. Her reaction once again confirmed Roland¡¯s speculation that she only appeared distant to strangers. As soon as he was recognized as the Awakened of the Force of Nature, she revealed her real personality. ¡°That was so cliche,¡± Zero at the back seat said coldly, ¡°do you think we¡¯re living an exclusive life in a deep forest? How can we encounter a reception problem when we¡¯re still in the city?¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t you smart.¡± Roland took a glance at the back seat. Phyllis was still sitting close to the window, stupefied by everything outside. She had been sitting there, motionless ever since she had crept into the car. It was no surprise to see her react like this as high rise buildings, busy traffic, huge advertising bulletins, and wall hanging screens could bring a certain shock to an ancient person. As a matter of fact, the increase in productivity resulted in drastic changes in the era. The radicality of those changes, which might even shock the locals, could make a city look completely different within merely two decades and would certainly overwhelm a Taquila witch. Before this trip, Roland helped her change from her raggy robe, allegedly the Taquila uniform, into his own clothes. A T-shirt and shorts were unisex and so there was no problem for Phyllis to wear them. Oddly enough, those cheap clothes looked rather casual and fashionable on her. It seemed a person¡¯s appearance could make the ugly become beautiful. The only problem was the bra. In the end, Roland had to request Zero to wrap a cloth around her chest to solve the issue. The purposes of this trip were specific. They were taking the God¡¯s Punishment Witch to eat and buy her a new set of clothes. What if she could enter his dream again? She could not always wear his clothes and be wrapped in cloth. ¡°Here we are, Green Valley Park,¡± the driver pushed down the taximeter and said, ¡°25 bucks.¡± This park was not far from Roland¡¯s apartment. It was also a piece of fine green land that Roland discovered during his city exploration. There were not many people here and a business street was just nearby. Most importantly, there were KFC and McDonald¡¯s chain stores nearby. Right, these two were Roland¡¯s first choices as roadside food stands offered too poor dining environments and there was no guarantee that they tasted good. After all, this trip was meant to let the guest from the other world have a good time. So naturally, flavors and the dining environment were the two basic criteria. There should also be enough food to feed the witch and make her feel full. Starred restaurants obviously had a better environment, but if the witch indulged herself¡­ Roland was afraid he did not have that kind of financial capacity. Therefore, fast food restaurants were obviously the best choice. Besides, Zero had been talking about eating fast food for a long time though this was probably due to the doll toys coming with the kid¡¯s meals as it greatly appealed to kids like her. He brought the two to a KFC restaurant and picked a window seat. Roland went to the counter and directly ordered two family buckets and one kid¡¯s meal. ¡°Why did you buy so much?¡± Zero asked in surprise upon seeing Roland put so much food on the table. ¡°Uncle, although you have a job now, you shouldn¡¯t squander your money.¡± ¡°I am rarely generous. Why don¡¯t you just enjoy it?¡± ¡°Ok!¡± She finally stopped pouting upon seeing the toy in the kid¡¯s meal. ¡°Eat with us. If you want more, just tell me.¡± Roland handed a piece of fried chicken to Phyllis. After being fried in a high-temperature, high-pressure environment, the chicken skin appeared a tempting golden color. One would get a good appetite by purely smelling at it. The chicken cooked with the modern method not only had its tender and smooth flavor, but the meat also had the fresh tastes of spices like black pepper, thyme, garlic, and salt. The flavor was entirely different and the plain boiled chicken in old times couldn¡¯t compare to it. Although modern men always complain about the high calories and the universal taste of fast food, it was absolutely a delicacy in an area where food and seasonings were always in deficiency. It would definitely blow Phyllis away, who had not tasted food for the last few hundred years. On the way there, she perfectly followed Roland¡¯s instruction and regardless what strange things she saw, she would not ask. She would try her best to imitate how others behaved, but the moment she bit into the fried chicken, she could not control herself any longer. Hot tears filled her eyes and trickled down uncontrollably. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, sister¡­¡± Zero was stunned. ¡°Um, nothing. It¡¯s just she¡¯s been starving for too long. Phyllis¡¯ families didn¡¯t treat her well¡­ They¡¯ve always wanted a boy, yet weren¡¯t able to get one¡­ Anyway, you¡¯re too young to understand that. You only need to know that she didn¡¯t live a happy life there.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± The little girl¡¯s expression softened, probably out of sympathy. Roland did not intend to make a fuss about why Zero called Phyllis sister, yet himself uncle. Watching the ancient witch gulp food down while weeping touched him. For the witches, the mundane pleasure of enjoying food was a dream that they were willing to pay anything for. He felt sad for the unfairness of it all. Fortunately, the experience today gave Phyllis a little solace although it was hard to say whether there would be another chance next time. What he could do for them was to try his best to fulfill her wish during this one-day adventure. Chapter 789 Chapter 789: A Guess on the Soul Transfer Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°This is¡­ awfully delicious!¡± Phillips finally slowed down after gobbling the food for quite a long time. People who passed by were all shocked at the boxes of hamburgers and egg tarts piling up on their table. These food was apparently enough for five or six people. However, they only saw three people sitting here and two of them were slender, attractive girls who did not seem that they could eat a lot. Given this, most people passing by thought it must have been the man who had devoured so much food and despised him for being such a greedy glutton. Seeing those disdainful looks on their faces, Roland felt helpless but at the same time rejoiced over his wise choice of picking a cheap fast food chain store instead of an expensive restaurant. Otherwise, this meal with Phyllis would definitely bankrupt him. He said to Zero, ¡°Wipe her mouth.¡± The little girl took out a wet wipe to remove the tear and oil stains on Phyllis¡¯ face. Thanks to the natural beauty of a witch, she did not need any make-up. Otherwise, she would look terrible after eating this brunch in a flood of tears. This was probably the first time for the little girl to meet so miserable a person that even a KFC meal would bring her to tears. Her attitude toward her totally changed because of a sudden flush of compassion. Seeing her finish the brunch, Roland took a sip of his coke and said to Phyllis, ¡°Here¡¯re some ice cream cones, but let¡¯s talk about the Dreamland first. Before you entered it, did you find anything unusual?¡± ¡°But¡­¡± She glanced at the little girl sitting beside her and hesitated. He blinked at the ancient witch and said, ¡°That¡¯s alright. It¡¯s just a dream you had in your childhood.¡± She immediately got what he meant and said, ¡°Oh, well. It happened long before. Let me think¡­ No, nothing special. I just leaned on the wall and disconnected myself. In this way, I can quickly refresh myself without being totally off guard.¡± ¡°Can you sense the changes in the surroundings even after disconnecting yourself?¡± She nodded. ¡°Yes. By doing so, I just stop my control over the body and send my consciousness into the darkness. In the dark, I can still sense the dangers nearby, but I don¡¯t see or hear them. This feeling is hard to describe. It¡¯s like someone else reminding me of the dangers in the dark. Celine calls this phenomenon a subconscious connection. Only when we¡¯re kept in soul containers will we truly become unconscious.¡± Zero twitched her mouth. ¡°What¡¯re you talking about? Who¡¯s this Celine?¡± ¡°A shrink. Don¡¯t interrupt when adults are talking.¡± Roland gave her a glance and continued. ¡°If you get bored by this, go to the park to watch people fishing or flying kites, but don¡¯t walk too far away from us.¡± She snorted and left unhappily with an ice cream cone in her hand. Looking at the little girl through the French window, Phyllis asked, ¡°Is it safe to let her go out alone.¡± Roland shrugged and said, ¡°It¡¯s fine. It¡¯s pretty safe in this era, and she¡¯s not easy to deceive. Let¡¯s go on.¡± ¡°Yes, once I¡¯m in a deep sleep, I won¡¯t be able to do anything except drifting about in the endless darkness where there¡¯s no light, no sound, nothing at all.¡± The ancient Witch paused. ¡°However, this time, in my deep sleep, I saw your residence in this Dream World. My astonishment was beyond description at that moment. Fortunately, I saw you soon.¡± After a little thought, Roland said, ¡°Well¡­ The only special thing about your deep sleep this time was that you slept in my castle.¡± ¡°Yes, just that.¡± Phyllis swallowed her last ice cream cone and heaved a long sigh of satisfaction. Seeing the cone disappear into the ancient witch¡¯s mouth, Roland suddenly thought of an idea. ¡°Beams of the light!¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°You told me that when I fell asleep, there would be a beam of yellow-orange light as huge as the city wall, didn¡¯t you?¡± Phyllis was startled and then seemed to realized something, too. ¡°Yes, I did.¡± ¡°And you also have a beam of the light, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°You mean¡­ our beams of the light overlapped?¡± ¡°Yes. The lord castle of Border Town is just an ordinary stone building. It doesn¡¯t have the power to bring you into this Dreamland. I¡¯ve thought this thing over and over. Only our beams of the light can do that.¡± Roland suddenly clapped his hands. ¡°But I guess the overlapping is just one reason for this. Meanwhile, you¡¯ve also got to cut off your consciousness to get here. Otherwise, Anna, Nightingale and some other witches would have come to this Dream World long before you.¡± At the same time, Roland thought of something else. He had been baffled about the word ¡°soul¡± in Taquila witches¡¯ stories. They had transferred their souls into different shells, such as God¡¯s Punishment Warriors and those strange carriers left by the underground civilization. In this way, they had successfully controlled these shells, but they had never explained to him what souls were. Based on his understanding, a person¡¯s soul was his or her thoughts and memories, which were generated by the communication between neurons through electric currents. He had believed that a soul was not something real or something which could continue to exist when it left a human body. However, the Taquila witches had told him that the underground civilization¡¯s soul core could not only extract one¡¯s soul but also transplant on something else. He had attributed this to the wonders created by magic power, but now he thought it differently. What if memories and minds could be analyzed? Supposing beams of the light and magic power all come from the Bloody Moon, these so-called souls may also come from it. Once the soul core is activated to extract someone¡¯s soul, his or her memories and minds will be somehow copied and stored in the Bloody Moon. The beams of the light just serve as the transmission passages in this process. That¡¯s how the Soul Transfer works. Pasha used to say that as the process of transforming magic power into something real was extremely complicated, the deities took over this job and gave different witches beams of the light in different sizes. No matter she was right or wrong, her theory, to some extent, can explain why the beams on the heads of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches became much thinner after the Soul Transfer. Transmitting someone¡¯s mind and memories is much easier than transforming magic power into some effects or some objects in the real world. Given that, this Soul Transfer process won¡¯t need a wide transmission passage. My Dream World is far more complicated than most of the witches¡¯ abilities. That¡¯s why my transmission passage, namely, my beam of the light is as wide as the city wall. When Phyllis cut off her consciousness within my beam of the light, her thoughts and memories stored in the Bloody Moon overlapped with my Dream World. That¡¯s how she got into this world. Roland was thrilled at this discovery, since this theory seemed to be able to explain all the things that had puzzled him for a very long time. If overlapped beams of the light did bring Phyllis into the Dream World, that meant this world was also a part of the Bloody Moon. Through Zero¡¯s Soul Battlefield, he somehow created this world in the ¡°Divine Domain¡± of magic power. When he was about to tell this discovery to Phyllis, a loud bang broke out in a restaurant next door, coupled with lots of glass window fragments flying out. People fled the place in panic, crying and screaming, making the diners in the KFC restaurant nervous and confused. Chapter 790 Chapter 790: A New Fallen Evil Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Run! It¡¯s a Fallen Evil!¡± ¡°He changed just a moment ago. Call the police, hurry, hurry!¡± ¡°He-Help, I, I sprained my ankle.¡± ¡°He¡¯s coming, watch out!¡± ¡°Ah¡ª¡± Roland followed the crowd out of the KFC store and found the restaurant next door was in a chaos. The diners all scrambled to the door, crowding together in the hallway leading to the only exit. Most people nearby turned around and fled the moment they heard a Fallen Evil appear, and some of them turned on their cellphone cameras to record what was happening while retreating from the scene. Only a few voluntarily stayed behind to help, carrying the people who got hurt or frozen in horror out of the dangerous place. Phyllis burped and asked, ¡°Didn¡¯t you say that this age is very safe?¡± She touched her full stomach, happiness lingering in her eyes, completely undisturbed by what was happening nearby. ¡°Ahem, this is just an accident. Don¡¯t worry,¡± Roland said, feeling a little embarrassed. He just wanted to have a meal outside, but this cruel Dream World chose to let its creator run into another attack instead of taking care of his emotions. He also noticed the name ¡°Fallen Evil¡±. He had come across it repeatedly in news reports in recent days. He was not sure whether it was an illusion. It seemed that recently a growing number of people had awakened with the Force of Nature, but most of them had turned out to become monsters that were unable to control themselves. He knitted his eyebrows, thinking of ¡°the Erosion from an alien world¡± mentioned by Garcia two months ago. Phyllis asked, ¡°Who¡¯s our enemy? Do you need me to take care of it now? Or go to find Zero first?¡± Roland turned to look at the park behind them and shook his head. ¡°She¡¯ll be safe staying there. Let¡¯s kill this monster first.¡± He still remembered the first attack he had encountered in this Dream World. The moment he had met the burnt-face man, the strange man had made it clear that he had been trying to lure and kill martialists. Given this, Roland thought it was not a good choice to leave this enemy here. More importantly, he really liked the queer sense of replenishment he had got when the Magic Cyclone of the Fallen Evil had disappeared in his hand, as though a gust of warmth had filled his body and made him feel more energetic and powerful. ¡°The enemy is probably a new Fallen Evil. You can consider it as a hybrid demonic beast. The Force of Nature protects it from all ordinary weapons. Given that, you¡¯ve got to use the same force to defeat it.¡± ¡°The Force of Nature?¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s the magic power in this world except that it has no gender restriction here. Look at me.¡± Roland bent to pick up a stone. He summoned the flowing energy in his body and then pulverised the stone. Phyllis was startled. ¡°You¡¯ve¡­ become an awakened.¡± Roland nodded with a completely straight face, but meanwhile secretly took pride in the extraordinary power he had obtained in this world. He explained to her, ¡°But, unfortunately, my power is only effective in this Dream World.¡± The ancient witch was so impressed that she exclaimed, ¡°You¡¯re not common in either of the two worlds.¡± ¡°We must hide and attract the monster to a secluded place to kill it. These two chain stores must have hallways connected to the indoor shopping mall behind them. Let¡¯s go.¡± Roland and Phyllis went back to the KFC store and found a door leading to the shopping mall in its staff area. As he had expected, the loud bang had scared most shoppers away. They only saw a mess behind the door. Instead of getting into the McDonald¡¯s where the Fallen Evil had awakened, he asked Phyllis to summon her Blade Claws and release her magic power in the mall. Based on what he knew, a Fallen Evil would sense the power and eagerly run after it. The burnt-face man had been attracted by him in this way and had even mistaken him as a martialist. Soon, with a loud explosion, the back door of the McDonald¡¯s was torn apart. A roaring man rushed out of its staff area in the smoke and darted at Phyllis without a word. As the miraculous power had drastically improved Roland¡¯s dynamic vision and reaction speed, he clearly captured the appearance of the enemy. Different from the burnt-face man, this Fallen Evil¡¯s red cyclone in his left hand was much smaller and dimmer. That meant he had just awakened. This time, Roland did not feel a strong thirst for this newly awakened Fallen Evil¡¯ cyclone, since the circulating speed of the warm current in his body did not significantly accelerate. According to their plan, Roland and Phyllis were going to drag this man into the KFC first. However, he suddenly stretched his left arm toward Phyllis and opened his left palm. In an instant, the air in front of the Taquila witch expanded rapidly, creating surging waves visible to naked eyes. Roland had a chance to escape from the coming explosion, but he still decided to stay behind Phyllis to protect her, since the latter did not have a strong God¡¯s Punishment Warrior body in this world. The explosion sent them flying toward the KFC¡¯s kitchen. He caught her from the back, cushioning the blow for her. The blast sent them through a wall built with soundproof panels before they fell heavily to the ground near the KFC counter. Covered by dust, Roland coughed and then tried to slightly move his lower back. He found that his resilience seemed to increase together with his strength, as he felt alright except for some numbness at this moment. Meanwhile, he was surprised by this Fallen Evil¡¯s ability. No hybrid demonic beast in the real world had any attacking method like this, and even the burnt-face man who seemed to be more powerful had not revealed similar ability in the last attack he had met in this Dream World. He looked at the witch in his arms. ¡°Are you alright?¡± ¡°Sorry¡­ I was too careless, but trust me, the fight will end soon.¡± Phyllis lowered her head while slowly getting on her feet. The cheap short-sleeved shirt she wore had several tears, and one of her claws on the back was broken. Apparently, she had used these claws as a shield to protect herself in the explosion. Before long, the Fallen Evil walked into the KFC, breathing heavily. As soon as he saw Phyllis, he smiled ferociously and stretched his arm toward her again. ¡°Time to die, martialist!¡± At this moment, he did not notice that the broken claw at his feet was not dead yet. Instead, it sprang up from the ground all of a sudden and struck at his neck. With a flash of a dim light, the ferocious smile of the Fallen Evil froze. His head slowly slid to the side, hitting the ground like a ragged bag, and his blood spurted from his broken neck. Phyllis immediately controlled the broken claw to cut off the man¡¯s left arm and precisely slit the arm to take out his Magic Vortex. The headless body finally crumpled down to the ground. ¡°As long as a broken claw is within a distance of 10 steps, I can still control it. For my enemies, it¡¯ll be even more dangerous than the intact claws. Since most of them never expect those broken claws to move again, they can seldom escape from this kind of fatal strikes from the back.¡± She smiled and handed the crimson vortex to Roland. ¡°Is this the Force of Nature you said?¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s like a Magic Cyclone, isn¡¯t it?¡± Roland had noticed that the vortex had stopped twirling the moment it had left the Fallen Evil and had become something like a shining gemstone. It remained to be so in Phyllis¡¯ hand. However, when he picked it up, it started to twirl rapidly again, its color changing from red to light blue. In the end, it turned into a beam of dazzling light shooting toward the roof and then become a silver thread gradually disappearing into the air. He felt greatly satisfied again, as the warm current inside his body began to calm down. Chapter 791 Chapter 791: A Coming Crisis in the Dreamland Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Phyllis asked in surprise, ¡°What¡¯s this light?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. It¡¯s probably to send magic power back to this world.¡± Roland shook the dust off his hands. ¡°We have to leave this place as soon as possible. If someone sees us here, we¡¯ll have trouble.¡± ¡°But, isn¡¯t this guy our enemy?¡± He explained, ¡°Yes, he¡¯s our enemy, but in this age, not everyone has the right to kill him or any other nefarious murderer. A special organization and its professional staff are in charge of arresting and punishing these bad guys.¡± As for Fallen Evils, Garcia had told Roland that the martialists with hunting licenses granted by the association also had the right to kill them. In fact, these licenses not only allow the martialists to kill any suspected Fallen Evil but also gave them the right to kill any Awakened who probably harbored evil intentions. Roland believed that if this secret was made public, it would inevitably spark a public outcry. ¡°What a strange age,¡± Phyllis commented. They walked out of the KFC and found it was less chaotic. Seeing the Fallen Evil leave in a sudden, all the people still stuck in the McDonald¡¯s felt relieved. Roland soon saw Zero dash toward him while pushing through the crowd. She looked worried. Her hair band had slipped off, her long white ruffled hair tumbling down to her shoulders. Some people around her tried to make her stop, but this little girl managed to elude them with adroit movements. When she finally reached Roland, her anxious look yielded to a joyful smile. However, the smile lasted for only a few seconds. She quickly straightened her face and shouted angrily. ¡°Why did you come out so late? Even a tortoise runs faster than you, uncle!¡± A flush rose to her cheeks because of the recent exercise and she panted heavily. Looking at her, Roland could not help bending over to touch her head. ¡°Sorry to make you worried.¡± Zero gritted her teeth and glared at him. ¡°Who was worried about you? This is her first time to visit this city. What if the crowd separated her from us?¡± Despite what she said, the little girl still willingly accepted his touch. After that, Roland spent a lot of efforts explaining to her what had happened to them and why they had come out so late. He made up a story to explain what had been dragging their feet, and Zero finally calmed down after hearing that they had been affected by the Fallen Evil¡¯s attack and had nearly lost the chance to escape. Fortunately, they had a smooth, happy journey after the attack. Roland took the girls to shop clothes and then to have dinner at a hotpot restaurant. As a unique cuisine, hot pot featured a strong flavor and various ingredients. More importantly, it was relatively inexpensive. He ordered a lot of potatoes, starch noodles and lotus root slices, which could easily make them feel full. By doing so, he could still afford this meal even if they overate. Phyllis¡¯ behavior here was no better than her gluttonous actions back in the KFC. With constantly watering eyes, she kept moving her chopsticks to gorge herself with these spicy, tasty food. Roland was not sure whether she was too moved or was simply burnt by the spicy flavor. At the end of their meal, she even picked up the pot to drink some red, oily soup, making all the people around gape at her. They went back to the tube-shaped apartment building at 9:00 pm. When they walked up to the 8th floor, heading for Roland¡¯s apartment, they unexpectedly ran into Garcia. She stood in their way with a long face, giving them a considerable pressure. Roland thought, ¡°Has she been here waiting for me since I hung up the phone?¡± His lips flinched. In embarrassment, he tried to explain to Garcia, ¡°Look¡­ I did hang out with my relative¡ª¡± She interrupted directly, ¡°So, can we talk now?¡± Her tone was quite sharp, making Phyllis frown. After a burp, the ancient witch said, ¡°Please mind your attitude. He¡¯s this world¡¯s lor¡ª¡± Roland hurriedly stopped her and said to the girls, ¡°Ahem, it¡¯s fine. You go home now. I need to talk with her first and I¡¯ll be back soon.¡± He had been worried a lot that a proud person like Garcia would have flown into a rage and never wanted to meet him again since he had told her such a tenuous excuse and hung up the phone. Anyone being stood up like that would naturally explode with anger. However, beyond all his expectations, Garcia had still waited here for him. Given that, he thought the association might be really short-staffed. He followed her into Room 0827. Instead of inviting him to take a seat first, she turned around and asked directly, ¡°Have you thought it all over? Or is this¡­ an excuse you made up to reject joining the association?¡± She gazed at him, her eyes glaring as if she had wanted to see through his mind. Roland shrugged and then walked to sit on the sofa. ¡°Do you have any water? Ice water will do.¡± At this moment, he thought he saw blue veins throbbing at her temples. Hearing this, Garcia took a deep breath and then said through her teeth, ¡°I¡¯ll go to get you some.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Roland took a sip of ice water and slowly asked, ¡°I¡¯ve got a question. I¡¯ve seen a growing number of reports about Fallen Evils recently and even ran into a newly awakened one in the street today¡­ Does the association have trouble?¡± Garcia knitted her eyebrows. ¡°Have you been somewhere near the Green Valley Park today?¡± ¡°You know it?¡± ¡°Yes. Someone called the police, but it¡¯s the association¡¯s job to take care of these things. All the martialists close by received the news from the association and I was one of them.¡± ¡°That monster¡­¡± Garcia said in a deep voice, ¡°It was dead when we got there, and its Natural core was gone. Someone acted faster than we did.¡± Roland pretended to know nothing about the truth and asked, ¡°Who?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯m not allowed to tell you that.¡± She shook her head. ¡°In fact, I shouldn¡¯t tell you anything about this incident. It¡¯s the association¡¯s secret. As for your first question, yes, we did have trouble. The Erosion of the alien world is accelerating, and our world will soon face a major crisis. ¡± ¡°The Erosion again¡­¡± Roland quickly captured the keyword. ¡°What kind of crisis?¡± ¡°No one knows. Maybe our world will be destroyed in this crisis. Or, all of us will lose our minds and become some monsters. That¡¯s why the association needs more people to stand out, fighting against the Erosion. It¡¯s the whole world¡¯s crisis and has nothing to do with gender, races or nationalities. Everyone who has awakened with the Force of Nature has to shoulder this responsibility!¡± At this moment, Garcia significantly raised her voice. ¡°As martialists, we may get killed in the fight against the alien world¡¯s Erosion, but it¡¯s our duty to do so! I can understand if you feel afraid and hesitant. But think about it. If we refuse to fight, who else has the power to protect our world?¡± Roland fell silent, surprised at her frankness. She had explicitly admitted that they were understaffed and joining them meant great responsibility and even sacrifice. He believed that no one would act like Garcia in a negotiation. In order to attract more people to join the association, she should have tried to conceal the difficulties the association had instead of being so blunt about the risks of joining it. Having heard what she said, he understood why some awakened people would rather fight on their own than join this association. Her eloquent rhetoric about heroism could hardly attract people in this age, as normal people usually placed their personal interests above the benefit of all human beings. In the beginning, he himself had also planned to join the association just to gain rewards and reputation for himself, but now he realized that this thing was not that simple. As one of the creators of this world, he thought now it was the time for him to find out the cause for the mutation of the Force of Nature and the truth about the alien world¡¯s Erosion with the help of the Martialist Association. He somehow felt that these phenomena must have something to do with the Bloody Moon. Chapter 792 Chapter 792: The Reason Behind the Decision Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When Roland was lost in thoughts, Garcia could not wait any more and asked, ¡°I¡¯ve answered your question. Now, I want to hear your answer.¡± It took him a few seconds before he made a reply, ¡°Ah, yes, I¡¯ll join the association.¡± ¡°What?¡± She seemed surprised. He spread out his hands and said, ¡°I¡¯m willing to join you. Isn¡¯t that what you¡¯re asking for?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ I was just thinking that you¡­¡± ¡°You thought I got cold feet?¡± He chuckled. ¡°I really just went shopping with my relative in the afternoon. Why can¡¯t you trust me? But can I apply to join the association now? You said that the senior is the referee.¡± Garcia stared at Roland for quite a long time with a serious look, as if she was discerning whether or not this application was sincerely meant. After that she shook her head and explained, ¡°No, she¡¯s not a referee. She¡¯s my master. I invited her to come to show you how to better use the Force of Nature, but she¡¯ll never want to meet you again.¡± Hearing this, Roland thought, ¡°Uhm, is it because that I stood her up today? She must have been very upset and it seemed that she even reproached Garcia.¡± She pulled out a piece of paper from her tea table and gave it to him. ¡°You just need to fill out this form to apply. Your signature is required.¡± Roland was startled. ¡°Is it so simple? It¡¯s an association secretly protecting the whole world. Don¡¯t you need to hold a ceremony or test my ability first? Garcia sneered coldly. ¡°Come on. Do you think we are the ancient Priory of Sion or Knights of the Holy Temple? It¡¯s modern times now. Your signature just indicates that we protect your right to know. When the association receives your application form, it¡¯ll check your identity and file for social security and grants in your name.¡± She paused. ¡°As for the ability test, anyone who has awakened with the Force of Nature is eligible to become a martialist. You can get much stronger if you work hard. Given this, a test for a newly awakened doesn¡¯t determine anything.¡± Roland felt it was really weird to hear a person brought up in an ancient royal family to talk like this. When he picked up the pen and was about to sign, she stopped him. She said solemnly, ¡°I have to remind you again. Once you become one of us, you¡¯ll no longer be an ordinary person. You¡¯ll enjoy the rights granted by the Martialist Association and meanwhile have to fulfill your obligations. If you betray us or disclose our secret information, you¡¯ll immediately become our enemy. When that happens, we won¡¯t bring you to a court. We¡¯re allowed to punish any betrayer according to our own procedure. I hope you think it over before you sign.¡± She had fervently hoped that he could join the association, but now she was reminding him of the risks of joining it. This changed his attitude toward her. He found Garcia in this Dream World was totally different. No matter how devious and cruel the Queen of Clearwater had been back in the Kingdom of Graycastle, she handled everything open and aboveboard in this world. ¡°I know what I¡¯m doing.¡± Roland nodded and signed his name. ¡°Now, can you tell me the truth about the Erosion?¡± ¡°No.¡± She folded the application form carefully and put it in a wooden box under the tea table. ¡°It¡¯ll take about two days to verify your identity. You just filed an application. You¡¯re not an official member of the association, so I can¡¯t tell you anything about it.¡± ¡°Well¡­ then I¡¯ve another question. You said that a martialist could get a generous reward by killing a Fallen Evil. Is that true?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve clearly explained this to you before,¡± said Garcia, seeming a little disappointed hearing this question about pecuniary returns. ¡°I¡¯m not asking about how much the reward is. I just want to know how can the association check that I¡¯m the one who killed the Fallen Evil.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°During a mission, I guess I won¡¯t be able to fight against a Fallen Evil while recording the whole process with a camera by myself. Do I have to invite another martialist to witness the fight? Or, you guys adopt the ancient way, counting the heads I bring back?¡± Garcia got grumpy and said, ¡°Is money that important to you? No matter who kills a Fallen Evil, the world will end up being clearer. Why do you square accounts in every detail and are so particular about personal gains?¡± Roland argued, ¡°You¡¯re a well-known martialist whose reward for winning a match is equivalent to a common person¡¯s yearly income, but just two months ago, I was still a jobless guy. I have to take care of myself and the little girl. You¡¯re right. Money is very important to me!¡± He deliberately made use of her misunderstanding to delude her into believing this lie. After all, he just wanted to find out the cause of the Erosion through the Martialist association rather than devote himself to the association. Besides, money was indeed very important to him. Garcia stared at him for a moment, still seeming a little annoyed and then said, ¡°To prove that you¡¯ve killed a Fallen Evil, you just need to give its mutated Natural Core to the association.¡± ¡°I can hand this thing over to the association?¡± Roland was slightly surprised. Now he thought that it might not be an accident that the core of the Fallen Evil who had awakened in the McDonald¡¯s had remained solid in Phyllis¡¯ hand. ¡°Of course. It¡¯s the source of the Fallen Evil¡¯s power. Once a mutation occurs, it¡¯ll never recover. It can prove the Fallen Evil is eroded. If we don¡¯t collect these mutated cores and lock them away, they¡¯ll infect other people sooner or later. Ordinary people will lose their minds simply by touching it.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ a mutated core can be used by different people?¡± Garcia said with resentment, ¡°Yes, that¡¯s why some people are collecting them. We know exactly what they¡¯re thinking. Don¡¯t they worry that they¡¯ll destroy our world by doing so?¡± Hearing this, Roland immediately realized that another group of people were organized to collect the mutated cores and act against the Martialist Association. Garcia who had just let this information slip in a fit of anger was reluctant to divulge any more details about those people. ¡°But the association must have stored a great number of mutated cores. Aren¡¯t you afraid that they¡¯ll find the location of the cores or some martialist will betray and leak the secret to them¡ª¡± ¡°It¡¯s impossible!¡± She interrupted without hesitation. ¡°Although you¡¯re not allowed to know these things at this moment, I can assure you that those crazy guys will never break through the defense line guarding the core area of the Martialist Association. Before they get to the place, the four Defenders will tear them into pieces!¡± He really wanted to ask her where this core area was and who the four Defenders were, but he knew for sure that he could not get the answers from her today. Given this, he suppressed his curiosity and thought to himself. What if I get into the place where those mutated cores are stored and release all of their Force of Nature into the air. When that happens, what¡¯ll happen to this Dream World and to myself? How strong will my power and the warm flow circulating in my body become? No matter what¡¯ll happen at that time, I really look forward to it. Chapter 793 Chapter 793: The Ancient Witch¡¯s Discovery Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland went back to his apartment after bidding farewell to Garcia. Phyllis who had been sitting in the living room waiting for him asked, ¡°Your Majesty, who¡¯s that person?¡± ¡°She¡¯s a warrior. You can consider her as an Awakened with magic power in this Dream World.¡± He waved his hand. ¡°You don¡¯t have to mind her attitude. No one in this world knows I¡¯m a king.¡± ¡°But after all, she¡¯s also created by you like everything else in this world¡­¡± Phyllis still did not want to let it go. She showed him much greater respect after he had granted her request and treated her to tasty food. He sat opposite to her and explained, ¡°They don¡¯t think so. All the people in this world have their own ideas and memories. Their whole lives have nothing to do with me. This world has its own rules which I also need to follow.¡± When he was talking about this world, Phyllis¡¯ eyes shone with excitement. She had been deeply shocked by her experiences here and had been meant to ask something about him. Now, she finally got the chance. She looked at Zero¡¯s bedroom and then whispered, ¡°Your Majesty, is this the real place where you used to live? Please excuse me for being blunt, but I guess you¡¯re not Prince Roland of Graycastle, are you?¡± Roland raised his eyebrows in surprise. ¡°Why did you say that?¡± Phyllis was excited. ¡°Because your Neverwinter looks just like this world! When I first came to your city, I didn¡¯t quite understand why you built so wide, flat roads for carriages even inside the city where space is limited¡­ But now I know you didn¡¯t build them for carriages. You did it for those fast four-wheeled vehicles! Your amazing weapons, your ambitious plan to build a 10-floor building, your powerful machine powered by boiling water and many other things in Neverwinter all seem to have something to do with this world.¡± After a little thought, he said, ¡°I¡¯m indeed Prince Roland, but when I came to Border Town, some different memories just somehow popped into my head in a sudden. They¡¯re some abstract, incredible knowledge, and I¡¯ve only mastered a small part of it by now.¡± He decided not to tell her his time-travel story that he only wanted to share with his closest witch. Phyllis did not doubt what he said at all. ¡°Then those memories must be something from the deities. Taquila witches often said that the deities didn¡¯t love human beings, but now it seems that we were wrong. You¡¯ve got the deities¡¯ smile. As long as you are with us, we¡¯ll be able to defeat demons!¡± Roland was startled hearing her share this idea with a decisive air. He had been trying hard to convince the Taquila survivors that he was able to defeat demons, but it was the first time a Taquila witch expressed confidence in him. He was a little uncertain since he had only brought her to a park and some restaurants instead of a scene of the military exercises. He subtly mentioned his uncertainty, and Phyllis frankly told him what she thought. ¡°Because of those four-wheeled iron vehicles.¡± ¡°The vehicles?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. Back in Taquila¡¯s age, we had to use lots of horses and carriages to send supplies to the front line camps. Some witches did have the ability to move fast but they could hardly complete this kind of tasks. Once the weight they carried exceeded a certain point, the consumption of magic power would increase by many folds. I believe you¡¯ve know this phenomenon already.¡± She continued, ¡°We felt great pressure when the Union seized the demons¡¯ Siege Beasts. Such a big thing, hundreds of times heavier than a person, could be operated by only one witch. When its iron shield and bolts on the top were removed, its loading capacity was equivalent to that of four to five carriages. Judging from this, we all knew that demons were much better at manipulating magic power than us. At that time, the Quest Society also believed demons¡¯ fighting potential was far greater than ours. Given this, Lady Alice started to pin her hope on the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan.¡± ¡°So you guys judge an opponent¡¯s potential by their transportation capacity?¡± Roland asked with interest. Phyllis nodded. ¡°Yes. The method to transport goods, manually carried or horse-drawn, determines how far we can go. The species who¡¯re able to travel farthest are the strongest.¡± She paused here and could not help smiling. ¡°In this Dream World, I saw a four-wheeled iron vehicle several times farther than a carriage could travel. They¡¯re as fast as the wind while carrying over 100 people. That shows this world¡¯s strength. If your weapons are also created based on something from this world, I believe they¡¯ll easily crush demons.¡± Having heard her explanation, Roland was touched and lost in thought. Limited by their knowledge and era, the Taquila witches failed to defend the Fertile Plains, but that doesn¡¯t mean they¡¯re stupid. Phyllis is quite smart to infer this world¡¯s strength from some crowded bus. Such an insightful observation is really impressive even for people in modern times. He suddenly thought of a topic frequently discussed by netizens in forums, ¡°How can we defeat aliens who come to invade the Earth?¡± In fact, this discussion was meaningless. Human beings worked hard only to send several astronauts to the moon, the closest celestial body to the Earth. This achievement was nothing when the alien invaders were able to travel hundreds of light years or even across the galaxies to the Earth. The energy they had consumed in their travel was enough to burn the Earth to ashes. How could human beings defeat such strong enemies? He believed that if a civilization was able to travel in space and expand its power to another solar system, it would be strong enough to destroy human beings on the Earth. The moment we saw these alien invaders would be our time of death. To his surprise, he found Phyllis or the dominators of Taquila also knew this truth about war very well. In the end, the ancient witch stood up and bowed to him with hand on her chest once again. ¡°Though you aren¡¯t a witch and unable to activate the Instrument of Divine Retribution, I still believe you¡¯re the Chosen One the deities sent to us.¡± Hearing this tenuous conclusion, Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he did not point out her mistake. He knew that with Taquila witches¡¯ support, his Neverwinter would have a brighter future. He took a deep breath and rose. ¡°We don¡¯t have much time. Let¡¯s start testing.¡± They had to move fast and carefully in case that they would wake up Zero at night. After setting up a ladder, Phyllis climbed to the top and turned her back to the bed. She fell down from the ladder, but nothing changed after her fall. That meant she could not leave the Dream World by falling. Now, there were only two possibilities. She would leave here when Roland left this Dream World. Or, she would be trapped in this world forever. When he climbed up the ladder and sat on it, ready to fall, Phyllis walked up to him. ¡°If I can¡¯t leave this Dreamland, don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s a nice place for me. If I can never come back after I leave here, I¡¯ll never forget all the things I went through today and will be always missing this world.¡± Roland nodded and then fell backward. In an instant, the world was dark again. Chapter 794 Chapter 794: A Sweet Dream Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When he opened his eyes, Roland sensed the weight on his arm. Gently tilting his head, he saw Anna¡¯s serenely sleeping face. She lay on her side, pillowing her head on his arm and slightly curling her lips. She seemed to be having a sweet dream. Fortunately¡­ he could still get out of the Dream World in this way. He carefully pulled his arm out and sat up. After covering the quilt for Anna, he quietly left the room. When he walked downstairs, the soldiers guarding at the corridor hurriedly stood up and saluted him one after another. He waved his hand to indicate that they could do away with formalities and went to the hall on the first floor. Then he saw Phyllis. She was standing in the center of the hall with a look of loss on her face. She bent her head and looked repeatedly at her clenched hands as if she was still amazed at the moment when her body regained its senses. It seemed the answer was the former one. The Dream World was still under the control of his consciousness. When he woke up, the world would come to a standstill, while the outsiders would be expelled from it. ¡°Your Majesty, I¡­¡± When she saw Roland, she pursed her lips to force a smile and said, ¡°I woke up from the dream.¡± Apparently, the God¡¯s Punishment Witch had thought of staying in the Dreamland for a split second. She originally had no other choice but to transform into an immortal soul so as to keep fighting with the demons. But the price she paid became increasingly expensive as time went by. It was not surprising that she would change her mind in the face of a new world. But she eventually suppressed her desire, either due to the Taquila witches, or her hatred of the demons, or both. Whatever the reason was, Roland was full of admiration for her self-discipline. ¡°We¡¯re not certain yet,¡± he smiled and replied, ¡°we¡¯ve just finished half of the test. We can¡¯t know whether it¡¯s an occasional or certain result after the integration of light beams until the end of the test. Let¡¯s continue here.¡± Phyllis was a little surprised, asking, ¡°Won¡¯t you go back to your bedroom?¡± ¡°That may wake Anna up,¡± Roland shook his head and replied. ¡°Anyway, there¡¯s heating in the castle and sleeping in the living room is the same.¡± He said a few words to a guard, who widened his eyes in surprise but still faithfully executed Roland¡¯s order. Half a quarter later, the long table in the living room was spread with a layer of soft cushion and quilt. In this way, the living room was tightly guarded by a group of completely confused soldiers while Roland was sleeping in it alone. Phyllis, as well as the others, stayed in the hall, waiting for the emergence of the light beam. He had to admit that it was really difficult to fall asleep after he woke up, especially when it was time to reveal the answer to the puzzle. Roland tossed and turned for several hours until he finally fell asleep at dawn. The new world instantly recovered operation. To his surprise, in the Dreamland it was not the early morning of the next day. Outside the window, the neon lights were still flashing. The ladder was still at the bedside. Phyllis¡¯s eyes became clear little by little. She suddenly awoke from her dreamy state, bent her head and looked at Roland in disbelief. ¡°Your Majesty, is¡­ is this true? Am I dreaming?¡± He could not help smiling. The answer was self-evident. Whether it was a dream or a real world, it might not matter for this God¡¯s Punishment Witch. What was important was that she finally got her compensation after assuming the pain and responsibility for hundreds of years. ¡­ This time, they only stayed in the Dream World for a short period of time. Roland had thought that she would eagerly go out and hang around. He did not expect that she would get down on one knee and plead with him to allow her to share the news with her other companions. She promised that the Taquila survivors would remember his kindness forever and would make every effort to serve him. In the face of this plea, Roland did not respond immediately as usual. He was not reluctant to welcome the Taquila witches, but he did not know how to feed so many people. More importantly, Zero had already been suspicious of Phyllis, and he could not claim that these additional 100 witches were all his distant relatives. Roland would never want to get the little girl, the second creator of the Dream World, involved in these things. If she sensed any problem of this world, he could not predict what would happen. Just to be on the safe side, the Taquila witches could not stay at his home. Then he would need a place for the witches to live, for example, an entire apartment building. And the daily expenses such as food and drinks would also be a heavy burden for him. After thinking about it for a while, Roland finally decided to let the witches solve this problem by themselves. His temporary silence probably made Phyllis misunderstand him. She bit her lip and bent the other leg, kneeled down and begged again. This gesture, which was only employed when ordinary people met the dominator of the Union, had gone beyond the ordinary salute of Taquila witches. Roland tried to pull her up, but she insisted. She begged him not to refuse her companions¡¯ entry into the new world. At this time he finally realized what she was thinking, and explained his plan to her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. After hearing his explanation, Phyllis let out a long breath of relief. In fact, for Roland, accepting Taquila survivors was not a difficult choice as she had thought. In the Dream World, they would no longer be a group of God¡¯s Punishment warriors who had brutal force, but they would be witches of various types of magic power that were not limited by the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. With the help of such a group of people, the means and efficiency of exploring the Dream World could be greatly improved. And they could also help him to memorize and copy the knowledge. In the long run, they might also learn various kinds of knowledge and use modern equipment to study the essence of magic power. Of course, the most important point was that even after the Battle of Divine Will ended, the Taquila witches could still find a place to live in the new world. After leaving the Dreamland, Phyllis could not wait until dawn before she bade farewell to Roland and rushed to the Third Border City in exhilaration. Roland yawned and went back to his bedroom. He climbed into the warm quilt and hugged Anna in his arms again. She also opened her bleary eyes and vaguely murmured, ¡°Why did you wake up so early?¡± ¡°Well, I hung around in the Dream World,¡± he said as he kissed her on her forehead. ¡°I ran into something unexpected, and then I couldn¡¯t fall asleep again.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± The girl¡¯s breath was like a soft feather gently sliding along his neck. ¡°Was it a sweet dream?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Roland changed into a more comfortable posture and let her pillow on his arm again, ¡°It¡¯s a sweet dream for everyone.¡± Chapter 795 Chapter 795: A Kind Heart Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Anna leaned on him while listening to how the God¡¯s Punishment Witch accidentally entered the Dream World. ¡°So they can all recover the feelings they lost, and return to the normal life?¡± She took a deep breath and answered delightfully, but with a bit of melancholy and regret. ¡°That¡¯s so good¡­ If only I could also see the world that you had lived in.¡± ¡°That means that you have to transform your soul into a light beam. It would be too high a price to pay for you,¡± said Roland, stroking her hair and earlobe. ¡°And we can build Neverwinter into an ideal place which can be comparable to the Dreamland, can¡¯t we?¡± ¡°That¡¯s all right,¡± Anna chuckled. ¡°But are you feeling a little guilty now?¡± ¡°Er?¡± Roland was a little stunned, ¡°No, I just¡­¡± ¡°No need to answer. Just let me listen to it.¡± Anna put her head on his chest and whispered after a while. ¡°Uh-huh. You¡¯re a little guilty and worried. You¡¯re guilty because Phyllis is a woman and also very pretty. And you¡¯re also worried that I¡¯ll be suspicious. Am I right?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Roland did not know how to respond to her answer which could not be more correct. Anna tilted and said, ¡°But you¡¯re honest, so don¡¯t be worried. I trust you.¡± She paused and said with a more serious tone, ¡°Roland, you¡¯ve made this decision to help them, just like what you did to help the Witch Cooperation Association and me. How could I be suspicious of your kind action? It¡¯s your duty as a king, isn¡¯t it?¡± Roland felt slightly relieved. If it were Nightingale, he could not be certain that she would not be suspicious. But Anna was different. If she said she believed it, then she really did. And from her expression, Roland knew that she really supported his decision to find a home for the Taquila witches and help them to regain their lost consciousness. Anna had a kind heart, which had never changed since the day he met her. ¡°But from now on you must tell me what you do in the Dream World. Promise me.¡± She blinked her blue eyes and whispered in his ear. Roland nodded, ¡°I promise.¡± Anna contentedly smiled, slowly climbed onto him and held his cheeks with both hands. She murmured, ¡°Now you¡¯re mine.¡± She gently bit his collar all the way down¡­ Their sweet breathing sounds could be heard coming from the bedroom. ¡­ When Phyllis brought the amazing news back to the Third Border City, the witches burst into a commotion. ¡°As long as we cut off the consciousness in the range of the light beam, we can return to our original appearance?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not important at all. The most important thing is that we can restore the sense of touch and smell!¡± ¡°Is KFC really that delicious? More delicious than roast meat with honey sauce?¡± ¡°Could¡­ could you take me to the Dream World?¡± ¡°Me too!¡± ¡°I would also like to¡­¡± They surrounded Phyllis, eagerly asked her all kinds of questions and behaved totally different from their ordinary calm selves. They had never been so excited, not even in the face of a swarm of demonic beasts invading the underground maze. ¡°Stop! If we go to the castle together, they¡¯ll suspect that we want to occupy Neverwinter!¡± Alethea shouted and put a tentacle on Pasha, ¡°What do you think of it? Is this a trap by the king of the common people?¡± ¡°Even if it were a trap, I¡¯m afraid that they would probably willingly walk into it,¡± Pasha replied with a bitter smile. Until now, she had not recovered from the shock after listening to the story told by Phyllis. A highly developed Dream World, a place where all souls could regain their new life, was a temptation which none of Taquila survivors could refuse. From the king of the common people, they also found the answer of how to defeat the demons, which they had sought for a long time. After suffering for hundreds of years, they finally saw a glimpse of hope. This incredible feeling struck her with a rare dizziness. It had been a long time since she dreamed. Subconsciously, Pasha hoped that all this was true, but she was not entirely convinced that such a good thing could happen. A common person with any magic power became the savior of Taquila witches? No wonder Alethea would be vigilant and suspicious. Luckily she was aware that she had to send someone to verify what Phyllis had said. That did not mean that she did not trust Phyllis. After breaking with the Union and going into exile, the survivors treated each other as sisters. She was just worried that Phyllis might have been deceived. After all, this sounded like a fairy tale and a sweet dream. She had to examine it with great caution. Thinking of this, Pasha transmitted her consciousness to everyone¡¯s mind, ¡°Is King Roland really willing to let the others enter the Dream World?¡± ¡°He said so, but not now,¡± explained Phyllis. ¡°That world has rules that must be followed just as in the real world. To avoid unnecessary changes caused by any exposure, the first batch of people must fulfill his requirements to enter the world. They¡¯ll assume the pioneer mission and prepare for the admission of more people in the future.¡± Hearing that, Pasha became a little less worried. If it were a trap, then he would try to let more people fall into it instead of giving the Pioneers a chance to warn others when they realized it. ¡°What kind of requirement?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Phyllis hesitated for a moment. ¡°He needs witches who can move fast, sneak around, control and attack.¡± ¡°That means he needs combat witches?¡± Alethea questioned, ¡°But didn¡¯t you say that the power of that world is far above the demons? Isn¡¯t his requirement too self-contradictory?¡± ¡°He doesn¡¯t intend to let us fight against the whole world, but¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± ¡°Well¡­ to loot in private,¡± Phyllis answered with embarrassment. ¡°Of course, the targets are evil people who deserve it.¡± The crowd fell into a brief silence. ¡°Wait a minute. Did he think that we¡¯re gangsters and thugs? We¡¯re respected¡­¡± Her voice was overwhelmed by the sound of the crowd before she could finish her words. ¡°It sounds interesting!¡± ¡°Those guys have no God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, right? Is there anyone who can stop my continuous fireballs?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll make too much of a loud noise. His Majesty obviously needs quiet actions. My Shadow Dagger is perfect for it.¡± ¡°You can only shoot within ten steps, not to mention your weak attacking strength.¡± ¡°I can cover for my teammates. Let¡¯s go!¡± Pasha soothingly patted the back of Alethea and said, ¡°Don¡¯t mind them. They have just been bored for too long.¡± Chapter 796 Chapter 796: First Action of Pioneering Team Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The worries and doubts of the Senior Witches lasted only a day or so, and were completely dispelled by the subsequent news. Everything that Phyllis said was real. The Third Border City began to seethe with excitement. In this case, no matter how reluctant Alethea was, she could not stop the other witches who were looking forward to entering the Dream World. At this point, the choice of Taquila was obvious. Through the phantom instrument, Pasha conducted a meeting with Roland about the covenant. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches in the underground city walked passed the light curtain one by one, lifting the elbow and pressing on the chest to greet the lord of Neverwinter, King of Graycastle and acknowledge him as the only leader of the united front. The Senior Witches who were transformed into original carriers also bent down their main tentacles to show their allegiance. This was a type of salute which had only been received by the Three Chiefs of the Union, signifying that Taquila now had a ruler from the common people after more than 400 years. Alethea was the last one to show up in front of the light curtain. As a higher ascendant, Alethea joined the Blessed Army when she was 20 years old and had fought with the demons for more than a decade to defend the glory of Taquila. Pasha was worried that she would do something unexpected. But ultimately Alethea had chosen to put the Battle of Divine Will and the expectations of her companions in the first place and bent her main tentacle to Roland. Regardless of how reluctant she was at the moment, her decision still made Pasha feel relieved. If it were still in the Taquila age, this would definitely be an incredible scene. However, a long period of more than 400 years could change many things. The ambitions and convictions that ¡°all mankind will surely defeat the devil under the leadership of witches¡± were gradually diminished. When a common person showed his amazing potential and grace toward the Taquila survivors, their resistance would seem pointless. Pasha believed the unanimous view of the Three Chiefs of the Union, that the witches would eventually stand out from the human community. Common people like Roland were only a minority, and the witches would one day return to the position of the rulers. But by then, the relationship between the two sides was bound to be much more harmonious than that of the Taquila age. After all, if they could survive the third Battle of Divine Will, the idea of the witches and the common people working together to maximize their strength would undoubtedly gain in popularity. She did not mind welcoming such a future. ¡­ It was already three days later when Roland actually implemented his looting plan. To ensure that Zero would not suspect, he rented a warehouse near the tube-shaped apartment to serve as a temporary ¡°landing point¡± for the witches to connect to the Dreamland. As long as the witches assembled here before he interrupted the dream, they would still appear in the warehouse when they entered the next time. Of course, the first connection would inevitably be Room No. 0825 of the tube-shaped apartment. Roland was puzzled about this and found no explanation for it. Probably Zero was the reason why this room became the key point connecting the real world and the Dreamland. Therefore, he had to wait until Zero went to school every time when a new witch came to the Dreamland. During these three days, Roland selected four God¡¯s Punishment Witches, including Phyllis, as the first pioneers. For the first two days, he bought some fast food and drinks to entertain them and satisfy their extremely strong desire for food and drink. On the third day, he could only afford some instant noodles and mineral water. But even then, they still enjoyed every bite and nearly licked the seasoning packets. Actually, they had tried but were stopped by Roland. That would be a discredit to the united front. As his savings started becoming less, he had to carry out the plan now. When the night fell, Roland told Zero that he had to work overtime and would go home late. Then he went with the four witches to the villa area outside the third ring of the city in two cabs. The witches did not just stay in the warehouse to enjoy food and drinks these days. As a former member of the Quest Society, Faldi had a strong detective ability. She was able to create a Magic Bug Nest, link her consciousness with bugs such as moths and bees, and release them to spontaneously search for other Sources of Magic Power. This was very effective in preventing the attack of demons and could also be used to search for some areas inaccessible to ordinary people. Although the bugs could not provide visions for Faldi, they helped her to feel the types and sizes of the magic power, including the Force of Nature. After three days of searching, she found more than a dozen magic reaction sources, including Garcia living in 0827. After excluding the same type, there were still six targets. Among the six targets, the one living in the villa area was most worthwhile to loot. That was Roland¡¯s plan¡ªsearching for the Fallen Evils through effective magic inspection and looting their Force of Nature and property. These mutated monsters did not easily leave their habitats, so even if they were destroyed, their neighbors would not notice. Moreover, even if their bodies were found by the police, the case would be transferred to the Martialist Association. By then, the Association would only believe that they were killed by another group of the Awakened. They would not suspect that another group of superpower bandits were in town. After getting off the cabs, they came to a dark corner and stood around Dawnen. She then summoned the ¡°matte curtains¡± to wrap everyone together. This magical ability could make her companions within the reach of the curtain disappear, but it was far beyond being invisible, as the vision, smell, and magic breath would also be blocked. No one could sense the existence of the hidden people without direct touch. Undoubtedly, Dawnen would play a crucial role in a surprise attack. With Faldi¡¯s guidance, the five people passed straight through the main entrance and walked all the way towards the foothill of the villa area. Here was the residential area of the rich people in the city. Most villas were built by the hillside with wide yards. Hardly anyone walked around in the evening, which made it a perfect place for Roland¡¯s plan. ¡°Here we are. The target is in it.¡± Faldi stopped and pointed to a vast, detached compound on the side of the road. Its parvis was almost as large as the tube-shaped apartment. ¡°Damn the enviable rich people¡­¡± Roland glanced at the flashing surveillance camera, turned around to look at Ling, the last member of the looting team¡ªno, the pioneering team and said, ¡°It¡¯s your turn to help us sneak into the house. Just do as you practiced before.¡± Ling nodded and slowly faded into the shadow as if she was sinking. None of the Taquila survivors could directly walk through any obstacles like Nightingale or Margie, but Ling¡¯s ability was enough for this task. She could melt into any shadow and move freely like water. Especially in the night when the shadows spread around, the entire parvis became her domain, and she could easily walk through the gaps between the doors and windows. ¡°Crack!¡± The door of the house was open with a slit. Chapter 797 Chapter 797: Body of Magic Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Not bad at all.¡± Roland waved towards the black shadow which had deftly entered into the drapes. A smiling face emerged from the darkness as if to acknowledge his encouragement. This would have been a frightening sight if he had not known that it was a witch hiding inside. ¡°Your Majesty, enemies are within the hall. I can sense that their magic powers are nearly as strong as hybrid demonic beasts.¡± Faldi cautioned. ¡°Can you handle them?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Ling and I won¡¯t have any problems as long as they aren¡¯t like Senior Demons.¡± Phyllis replied. ¡°Then let¡¯s act according to plan.¡± As Roland passed through the long porch, he discovered that the villa¡¯s windows were all covered up with boards and tape. There were only a few lights within, making the hall seem rather dim. Due to the weak air-conditioning, he felt as though he had just entered from early autumn into winter. Furthermore, the rancid and putrid smell which filled the air caused him to feel nauseous. A man dressed in a suit stood motionless in the center of the hall ¨C he was clearly this trip¡¯s target. The instant Roland stepped into the hall, he felt a warmth begin to swell inside his body with an intensity several times stronger than when he first saw the fake man. From the looks of it, Faldi had snagged a big fish. However, what distressed Roland was a sculpture of a huge monster hung on the two-story mural wall which the man was facing. He could not tell if it was made of wood or seasoned leather. It had a human face and a pair of wings, while its brawny hind legs and slender front paws were curled up in front of its body ¨C a completely mismatching appearance. It was close to four meters in length, while the carvings of feathers and veins on its body were highly lifelike, thus marking out its high value. ¡°The grotesque taste of rich people,¡± Roland muttered to himself. Judging from the craftsmanship, it was worth at least a million gold royals. ¡°Time to act.¡± He looked away from it and placed his attention on the target. ¡°Yes.¡± Making use of the matte curtains to sneak two meters behind the enemy, Phyllis initiated the first attack. A claw protruded from her back and lashed with lightning speed toward the suited man. The interference of magic caused the curtains to ripple. At this time, the target seemed to sense something and turned his head sharply. However, at this distance, even an Extraordinary would have no time to dodge. The claw slit through the man¡¯s neck and out from his lower back, thereby cutting him diagonally into two. The enemy¡¯s eyes stared wide in disbelief as he collapsed on to the floor, and dark red blood spattered all over. From the looks of it, even if the natural core of a Fallen Evil was not stripped away, it would not be able to survive if its body was heavily damaged. ¡°That¡¯s all?¡± Ling peered out from the shadow beside the sofa. ¡°The plundering we now have to do is the main point,¡± Roland answered while covering his nose. The putrid smell in the air had intensified once more, though he was not sure if it was his own false perception. ¡°Do you still remember what I taught you?¡± ¡°Gold ornaments, red paper, and chests with orbs!¡± Ling raised her hand. ¡°Coins are worthless, and leave the gemstones!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. In particular, the more red paper, the better.¡± From his experience of plundering the Holy City of Hermes, he knew that the price of gemstones fluctuated too greatly, and hence it was difficult to sell them off at a suitable price. Gold was certainly far more stable. Of course, the best of all was cash notes. He mused to himself, ¡°Hope this fella isn¡¯t too fond of online shopping.¡± As Roland bent his body and intended to convert the Force of Nature which was mounted on the belly of the man, Faldi suddenly frowned and remarked, ¡°Hold on, why do I still sense the presence of magic reaction?¡± ¡°What?¡± The other three people startled at once. ¡°The source of magic power isn¡¯t gone. Instead, it¡¯s growing bigger!¡± She lifted her head and looked around the hall in search of something. Her eyes fell on the sculpture. ¡°Damn it, that monster is alive!¡± Just as she finished speaking, the sculpture abruptly opened its mouth and revealed a frog-like tongue which thrust directly at Roland. ¡°Careful, Your Majesty!¡± With no hesitation, Phyllis shielded in front of Roland and used her claws to obstruct the path of the incoming tongue. But Roland was much improved from his former self. He anticipated the monster¡¯s attack, before catching hold of Phyllis¡¯ waist and rolling toward one side in order to avoid the tongue which was as sharp as an arrow. The tongue thrust into the half-section of the corpse lying on the floor. It entwined the natural core and jerked away violently. With that, the crimson core flew in the direction of the sculpture¡¯s mouth. Roland noticed that the Force of Nature, which had entered into a solid state, began to rotate once again upon the monster¡¯s touch. The monster¡¯s movements caused a large swarm of insects to fly out from its back and panickedly flee in all directions. They had obviously been attracted by the monster¡¯s magic power, but because Roland could not share what he saw with Faldi, she was not able to discern that there were two different sources of magic reaction in the hall! ¡°Hah¡­ what do I see, a bunch of martialists delivering themselves to me?¡± The sculpture swallowed the core and began to speak. ¡°Thieves like you have no place in this sacred territory. Go to hell!¡± It raised its neck as if to inhale a deep breath, and then blew a gush of bloodred air at the people in the hall. It was magic power in its purest form! In a flash, the furniture in the room was ripped into smithereens. As the matte curtains were struck, Duncan and Faldi, who were hiding within, suffered several wounds on their bodies and fell heavily on the floor. Fortunately for them, they got away from the central and most powerful region of the magical attack by a hair¡¯s breadth, or they would have suffered the same fate as the furniture. On the other hand, Roland was in much better shape. As the magical attack came upon him, the warmth inside him spread all over his body and protected his vital organs like a piece of armor. ¡°What form of attack is this?¡± Roland was disconcerted that its ability was completely different from that of witches. He had never seen magic power directly turn into a potent energy before. Ever since he acquired the strange force, he was able to better understand how magic power worked. The monster¡¯s attack was certainly not something a Fallen Evil was able to perform. The expressions on the witches¡¯ faces were also that of extraordinary surprise. It was clear that the monster¡¯s understanding of magic power was a level above theirs. ¡°Its magic reaction¡­ is close to the Senior Demons¡¯!¡± Faldi bit her teeth. ¡°How¡¯s this possible?¡± ¡°Demons? Is that what you call my ancestors?¡± The monster grinned and laughed wickedly. It easily snapped off the rivets which fixed its wings to the wall, then leapt onto the floor and stooped like a gargoyle in front of the party. ¡°You try to take energy from the Divine Domain without permission, and now call the Chasers ¡®demons¡¯? Sheer stupidity!¡± ¡°Divine Domain? Chasers?¡± Roland began to frown involuntarily. ¡°What¡¯s it referring to?¡± Suddenly, a beam of black light sprung from the shadows behind the monster and flew against its cheeks. It was Ling¡¯s shadow! A crisp clicking sound was heard as she stuck a dagger into its eyes and out from the back of its head. Without pausing to contemplate her success, she escaped back into the shadows. The entire surprise attack was as smooth as flowing water. ¡°Beautiful!¡± Phyllis clenched her fists and commended. ¡°Beautiful?¡± The monster did not collapse like the Fallen Evil did. A crack appeared on its wooden-like face, and it now spoke in a shrivelled voice which sounded cold and indifferent. ¡°You think this piece of common metal and tiny amount of magic power can harm me? You have no idea what the Divine Domain¡¯s all about! Now, I shall let you witness the true might of the Lord!¡± Before it finished talking, a series of rupturing sounds broke out. The crack on its face extended to its entire body, and subsequently, its pitch-black shell split into fragments and peeled off. The now-revealed interior emitted a dark red glow, as though it was flowing with burning blood. When all of its true body was revealed, Roland gaped in shock and horror. Underneath the shell had been a body which was purely formed by magic power. Small clusters of star jades glistened inside its body, and gradually converged into a huge star ring at its chest. It was what you could call a magical creature. Chapter 798 Chapter 798: The Will of the World Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What¡¯s your Lord¡¯s name?¡± Roland somehow sensed that this creature was much more emotionally rich than the Fallen Evil. He thus hoped to gather more intelligence by asking it more questions. While doing so, he gestured towards behind him for the two wounded persons, Faldi and Duncan, to leave the place at once. If a situation arose where the party had to flee quickly, he would certainly run faster than these witches. ¡°My lord¡¯s a being that¡¯s everything and nothing at the same time. A presence that none of you can fathom.¡± The creature spread its phantom wings, which emitted a red glow, and stretched its hands towards the floor. ¡°Your clever tricks are useless here. You want them to escape now? Too late!¡± Scarlet blood flowed from its body and rapidly extended across the surfaces of the room. In the blink of an eye, the floors, walls, and ceiling of the hall turned into a bright red. Ling, whose hiding place was now uncovered, was pushed out of the wall by an unknown force, and she fell by Phyllis¡¯ side. ¡°What¡­ what¡¯s this?¡± Faldi cried out softly from behind. When Roland turned his head, he saw that spiked tentacles had emerged out of the red and black void and ensnared the witches¡¯ legs. He recalled that he had seen something similar before. But he had no time to contemplate further as the situation was fast deteriorating. With the warm current in his body spinning ferociously, Roland gathered all of his physical strength and charged directly towards the strange enemy. ¡°Ooh? You aren¡¯t affected?¡± Astonished, the magical creature raised a palm at him. ¡°How about this?¡± An extremely powerful force burst forth from its palm towards Roland. It felt like a huge hammer blow upon impact, and sent Roland flying and crashing into the wall. After a heavy thud, he felt like his back was burning, and that all of his organs had displaced. ¡°Keke¡­¡± He coughed involuntarily, and smelled something sweet yet fishy that had expelled from his throat. ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Phyllis let out an urgent cry. She was, at present, the only person who could move other than Roland. The blade claws on her back danced up and down, hurriedly cleaving the tentacles which had protruded from the floor. However, with an endless number of them to deal with, she was not able to draw close to Roland at the moment. It was now the crunch time. But Roland¡¯s mind remained exceptionally clear. There was entirely no fear in him, as if he had deleted the feeling of fear from his brain. The warm current in him surged ever faster, accompanied by the vigorous beating of his heart. He could feel that an extraordinary change was occurring in his body. All of the world¡¯s magical power was gravitating towards him. Even the red glow that extended across the walls became sluggish. The trails of blood circumvented his body as they passed by, and wherever he touched, a blue mark would appear. This process was entirely out of his control ¨C he was unclear about what was happening himself. A strange sound reverberated beside his ear, while the tones of the tumultuous cries seemed to harmonize. ¡°Kill it, kill it!¡± The monster had also begun to notice that something was not right. With a slight fluctuation in its dry voice, it asked, ¡°What¡¯s happening¡­ what¡¯ve you done to my magic power?¡± Roland did not reply. He could feel that the warm current had swelled to its limits, and his body subconsciously arched. The next thing he knew, he was charging directly at the enemy like a cannonball! ¡°Kkkkkiiiiilllllllllll iiiiittttt!!!!!¡± ¡°Die!¡± Repeating its old tactic, the monster raised its hand towards him once more. But this time, Roland was not struck down by the monster¡¯s force. For the first time, he saw the warm current rush out of his body to form a pair of blue light curtains in front of him. When the pair collided with each other, a dazzling radiance burst forth and hovered above his head, which then brought him flying directly into the monster¡¯s chest. He swung out a punch. The impact of his fist on the monster¡¯s chest was not as he had expected. It felt as if he had just struck a lump of soft liquid. He saw his arm sink into the monster¡¯s body only a fingerbreadth away from the star jades. Gritting his teeth, Roland opened his fist and grabbed hold of the most prominent star ring on its chest. At once, the monster let out a deafening roar. ¡°No¡­ this is the Lord¡¯s strength, how did you¡­ touch it!¡± The galaxy-like ring began to quiver, and it gradually changed from its rich red into blue and white. This, however, occurred at an extremely slow rate, and there were several relapses. At this moment, Roland felt as if he was tussling with a fierce bull. Fortunately for him, more and more magical power flowed towards him, and it felt like the entire world was blending into one with him. ¡°So that¡¯s it¡­ I understand now!¡± A vortex-like eye on top of the monster¡¯s head opened. ¡°You¡¯re¡­ the one responsible for creating this world! It was you who defeated my Lord!¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you already call him ¡®everything and nothing¡¯? How could I even touch him?¡± Roland laughed sardonically. ¡°You fool! My Lord may be almighty, but he can¡¯t stop all of this himself¡­ Go back and never return here, your actions are destroying everything¡­ Hssst¡­ All living things, and not only yourself, will perish because of you!¡± Its voice became increasingly unclear, as if it was affected by severe interference. Roland could feel that the resistance of the star ring was weakening. The color change also became faster. ¡°All living things?¡± He turned his head and glimpsed at the witches sitting feebly on the floor, before he continued in a low voice. ¡°No, the only ones who shall perish are your kind¡­ I¡¯ve no idea where you¡¯re from, or what intention you possess, but certainly, this world will be better without you!¡± ¡°From¡­ hssst¡­ Bottomless Land¡­ no intention¡­ hssst¡­ this is rule¡­¡± The monster was no longer able to spit out a complete sentence. Roland further noticed that it was not as emotionally expressive as it was. Its voice had turned flat and monotonous, as if it was one of those answering machines which provided a fixed response. When it finished speaking, the resistance in Roland¡¯s hand vanished instantly. The star ring began to spin rapidly, and drew all of the surrounding star jades towards itself to form a dazzling white light. For a moment, Roland seemed to hear the heartbeat of the earth. This time, the scene of the surging of magic power was even more spectacular than the previous two times. The monster shrunk into a round mass and released a column of silver light that shot straight to the ceiling for an extended period of time. Standing in front of it, Roland felt an indescribable satisfaction and bodily pleasure which exceeded the sum of his previous two encounters. There was nothing which could compare to the sight of this light column. The witches¡¯ conditions were nothing too serious, except that they had expended all of their magic power. They were still able to walk on their own. According to Phyllis, when Roland was in a deadlock with the monster, the magic power of all four witches was taken in by him. This was something which could never have happened in the real world. However, it was simply one more thing to add to a night when so many unimaginable events had already taken place. After a quick search, Roland, carrying a heavy safe together with the car key taken from the suited man, led the witches quietly out of the foothill villa. Chapter 799 Chapter 799: Changes Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Thankfully, driving lessons were all the rage during his university days, and he, too, had signed up for them together with his friends. But he had never thought that the first time he would touch a steering wheel after receiving his license would be in the realm of dreams. ¡°Your Majesty, what exactly was that monster?¡± Faldi asked faintly. ¡°Can a Fallen Evil also possess such strength? It seems theoretically unjustifiable that they can obtain so much magic power in such a short time.¡± While evading the first round of magical attacks, it was Duncan and her who received the greatest damage. Half of her beautiful violet curls had fallen off as a result. Fortunately, none of her wounds were fatal, and her head (except for her hair) and torso were practically unblemished. In other words, she had chosen the optimal form of evasion against the sharp yet unpredictable attacks. It, therefore, has to be said that all of the Taquila survivors were highly-experienced warriors, as evident by the fact that even a witch who was mainly not combat-type could perform this well. Because of this, the pioneering operation did not end in failure. Although Roland did not know what would happen if one died in dreamland, he hoped that there would never come a day when this doubt would be addressed. ¡°Did the Union never have a similar ability?¡± ¡°Of course they did¡­ what we call biting, is precisely caused by the damage inflicted by magic power on a body.¡± Faldi gasped as she spoke. ¡°As a witch increases her capacity for magic through continuous practice, her body will become more used to this kind of damage, and her recovery speed will also improve. Whether it be for us, demons, or hybrid demonic beasts, our levels of magic power can only be slowly cultivated.¡± ¡°I get it now,¡± Roland thought, ¡°this is the first time she has seen a living thing that¡¯s purely formed by magic power. In other words, she was only cognizant of life that¡¯s formed of flesh and bone. Therefore, it was natural that she couldn¡¯t understand an enemy she had never seen before.¡± He did not have such doubts himself. From the moment the monster revealed its translucent body, he had already regarded it as a spirit or an elemental, and he believed that because it was formed by magic, it was certainly not going to be affected by magic. However, this was not an easy problem to explain, and his conjecture was not necessarily accurate. He recalled that when the blue light in the monster¡¯s body held the upper hand, the monster¡¯s visibly declining mood and consciousness could have caused it to revert to a more conventional living form. At last, Roland could only shake his head and reply, ¡°I don¡¯t know what it is either. But I can confirm that it¡¯s not a Fallen Evil.¡± ¡°Are there many more monsters like this in the Dream World?¡± Ling asked, still in a state of shock. ¡°When the shadows in the room were covered by the black and red void, I felt my body freeze, as if there was something extremely frightening that was observing me all the time. I swear, even facing the Senior Demons wasn¡¯t as scary as this.¡± ¡°I believe there aren¡¯t that many, or else the Dream World would have been seized by them long ago,¡± said Roland reassuringly. The Martialist Association could handle the Corruptors, which were not affected by conventional force, but against this type of monster, even 12 martialists might not be sufficient to win. If there were many of them, the Association would probably have been destroyed by now. In retrospect, he realized that he could finally confirm Garcia¡¯s assertion that the corruption of the outside world was inseparably related to the Bloody Moon. The tentacles which protruded from the void was similar to the scene in the Divine Domain. Yet, why would the Bloody Moon corrupt the dreamland? Isn¡¯t this world a part of it? Who¡¯s the Lord that the monster spoke about? Is it a real deity or a source of magic power? If it truly detests the Dream World, why did it remain silent when he touched the divine relics? Roland also took extra note of the ¡°Bottomless Land¡± which the monster mentioned last. It was perhaps due to linguistic assimilation that the structure of this term was similar to that found in the Land of Dawn. It was only when referring to an entire continent that it would be phrased this way. For example, although the meaning of ¡°Divine Land¡± was similar, it was expressed in a different way. Supposing that the Bloody Moon is perpetually observing the real world because of the Battle of Divine Will, does that mean that what it reveals is an actual continent, just as I¡¯ve understood? These questions were best left to an explorer to solve. Of course, not every witch was still contemplating the events of the battle that just happened. Phyllis, who sat in the front passenger seat, had already cast aside the heavy emotions she felt during the battle, and was much more interested in understanding the operation of this limousine. When she was seated in a taxi previously, she was instructed to remain silent due to the presence of an outsider. This time, she could no longer control her wild curiosity, and stared unblinkingly at Roland, as if she was trying to memorize every action that he made. ¡°You want to learn driving?¡± Roland asked jokingly, having also relegated his thoughts to the back of his mind. Phyllis immediately nodded. ¡°We¡¯ll have to perform a few more tasks first.¡± He took the opportunity to entice her. ¡°When the time comes, we¡¯ll be able to enjoy different cuisine every day, and having your own room and private car won¡¯t be a problem.¡± ¡°Will the food taste better than KFC and hotpot?¡± Faldi added. ¡°Those are entry-level stuff. Once we have money, you¡¯ll find out that even if you ate something different every day, you¡¯ll never be able to taste all the different types of cuisine in the world.¡± Though Roland did not turn his head back, he could sense the glowing gazes from the witches behind him. ¡°When Duncan¡¯s fine, let¡¯s move on to the next house. I¡¯ve already marked its location.¡± Faldi¡¯s voice remained soft, but it was not as faint as previously. ¡°I¡¯m okay. We can set off tomorrow once our magic powers have recovered.¡± The petite Duncan replied in a positive manner. ¡°This bit of injury won¡¯t be a hindrance.¡± Even Ling, who had been traumatized, was moved by Roland¡¯s alluring words. Though she did not echo the others¡¯ words, her eyes were glimmering, as Roland saw through the rearview mirror. Roland felt deeply touched. It turned out that boosting the team¡¯s morale was truly a simple thing to do. ¡­ In order to prevent policemen from popping by their place, he decided not to drive into Tongzi Street, and instead parked the car next to the neighboring Clover Association¡¯s construction site, which was still under demolition and hence was a surveillance blind spot. From there was a nice little pathway which led to the rented warehouse. Subsequently, it was time to examine the spoils. Regrettably, there was not much cash in the safe, amounting to only 100000 dollars or so. However, there was a considerable amount of jewelry, consisting of jades and pearls. It was not possible to place a fixed valuation on them. To his surprise, he also discovered several solidified Forces of Nature. It was these small yet exceptionally heavy things which gave him the false perception that the trip was indeed fruitful. Are cash transactions already out of vogue for these people? Forces of Nature are now a currency? By the time Roland returned to 0827, it was already half past 11. He gently opened the door and discovered that the lights were lit in the parlor. Zero was lying by the tea table with her back arched and slightly undulating, as if she had already entered dreamland. In front of her were a stack of textbooks and a pencil box. It was evident that she had been revising her homework while waiting for his return. There was only supposed to be a tenant-landlord relationship between them, but there seemed to be a sense of family now. Roland¡¯s heart softened as he gazed at this sight. He walked up and gently carried Zero to her bed. After taking off her shoes, he covered her in the warm quilt. Oh right, the textbooks. If she forgets about them tomorrow, she¡¯ll blame me again. Roland shook his head and laughed. He brought the textbooks on the tea table to her room and stacked them neatly on Zero¡¯s desk. At this moment, the bold print on a textbook cover caught his attention. Junior High Math Olympiad. This was an extracurricular subject which appeared impressive but was thoroughly impractical. He recalled that he was uninterested in math when he was in junior high, and, thinking that Math Olympiad was simply a higher level of math, he kept his distance from it, and would rather spend his summers learning sketching and calligraphy than attend Math Olympiad lessons. Therefore, at present, he had not the slightest idea what the course was about. Strangely, he began to take interest in its content, if only for a moment. He could feel his breath becoming shorter. He took a deep breath and slowly flipped open the first page of the textbook. The neatly-arranged examples, together with Zero¡¯s elegant handwriting, caught his eye at once. Chapter 800 Chapter 800: The Revived Harbor Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A flat yet spacious concrete ship slowly made its way into Clearwater Bay and berthed in front of Simbady. Its size was much larger than that of the small boats which occasionally appeared in the Silver Stream, and its weight made it practically impossible to be rowed by manpower. On its top stood two long metal cylinders that puffed out billows of black smoke. Its sides were painted an eye-catching tangerine color, which together with the smooth gray deck made the ship look like a belly-up rainbow trout at first glance. Like most of his brethren, Simbady had never left the desert, and rarely if ever saw the ocean. Thus, when he saw that this ship was not made of wood, he could not help but exclaim in marvel. There was a stir of excitement among the ranks. ¡°Pah!¡± Osha¡¯s supervisor immediately snapped a whip towards their heads. ¡°Keep your mouths shut! Line up and get on the ship, faster!¡± Simbady felt the crowd begin to stream forward. With the people behind him jostling, it was impossible not to move. As he was carried by the momentum of the crowd on to the ship, a slight fear arose in his heart. Perhaps, he should never have left Silver Stream Oasis to come to this foreign land. Though there was an endless supply of water here, there was a chance that the Three Gods could not watch over such a remote place, and therefore would not hear their cries for help if the ship carried them into the abyss of Styx¡¯s River. ¡°Hold on to me and watch your step!¡± Molly¡¯s voice caused him to regain consciousness. A delicate hand wrapped around his palm and led him on to the gangway. Every now and then, someone from beside him would fall into the water with a splashing sound. Though the people on the pier would quickly pull them ashore, to fall into the river in this sort of weather essentially meant that they lost the qualification to work. When they pleaded to be reallowed onto the ship, the standard reply they received was a lash from a whip. Simbady remained close to Molly and followed the flow onto the concrete ship. As his foot met the deck, he did not feel the wobble he had expected. The ship was completely still, and it felt no different from walking on land. When the gangway was withdrawn, the honcho of Osha clan, Thuram, appeared on the high platform in the middle of the large ship and drew everyone¡¯s attention. ¡°Do y¡¯all still remember what I said? The chief values order and discipline above all else! Take a look at your clansmen who fell into the water. The original plan was for everyone to board smoothly and receive a work opportunity, so that you may obtain ample food even in the Months of Demons. But now, they¡¯ll have to starve until the next opportunity comes about! This was all caused by your stupidity!¡± ¡°It was nothing but a fall. All they need is a change of clothes¡­,¡± an Ironsand citizen retorted, but before he could finish his sentence, two supervisors had pressed him down on the floor and subsequently tossed him into the water. ¡°Discipline is everything! There¡¯s no collective that accommodates the individual, only individuals who submit to the collective!¡± Thuram rebuked angrily. ¡°Unlike the clan wars of the past, it¡¯s no longer lurking enemies who are being eliminated, but rather your own kin! Take this as my first lesson to all of you and remember it!¡± He paused before continuing, ¡°Of course, those who lost their jobs today will only go hungry for a while. However, in the future, anyone from the Sand Nation or tribe who doesn¡¯t observe order shall be banished from this evergreen land!¡± As his voice fell, a booming noise erupted from the metal cylinders and rolled across the sky above Port of Clearwater. The giant metal wheels on both sides of the hull gradually began to rotate. After a violent shake, the concrete ship slowly sailed out towards the mouth of the river. ¡± Thank you. If it wasn¡¯t for you¡­¡± Simbady glanced at Molly. The latter laughed and narrowed her eyes to slits. ¡°It¡¯s nothing. It just happened that I was ahead of you in the order.¡± ¡°Really¡­¡± He lowered his head with some embarrassment. He and Molly were both members of the Fishbone clan, and they had conversed with each other on occasion. He had always been fond of this hazel-eyed, black-braided-hair girl, but having heard that she already had a sweetheart, he had thought it wiser not to reveal his feelings to her. After some silence, he gazed at her while she leaned over the side of the ship, curiously observing the scenery on both sides of the river. He could not help asking, ¡°Are you not the least bit worried about where we¡¯re going?¡± She turned her head back. ¡°Blackwater Valley?¡± ¡°Indeed. I¡¯ve heard from the other clansmen that it¡¯s close to the Choke Swamp and Rotten Wasteland, and has been cursed by the Three Gods. Anyone who enters without permission will never be able to come back alive.¡± ¡°So, did they apply for permission?¡± ¡°Eh, about this¡­¡± Molly laughed involuntarily. ¡°Don¡¯t they hope that as little people as possible get this job, so that their own clansmen may receive more money? You¡¯ve also heard from Lady Drow Silvermoon that so long as you do things according to the chief¡¯s instructions, you¡¯ll never have to worry about the material needs of your family, while your tribe will also receive resource subsidies.¡± She puffed out a mouthful of white air. ¡°Besides, do we have a choice?¡± The last sentence truly shut Simbady up. Indeed, the first clans to willingly follow Osha to the Southern Territory of Graycastle were predominantly small tribes which found it hard to continue in the Silver Stream Oasis. Fishbone was one of them. The oasis which they had occupied was currently being devoured by the desert, while the increasingly dry tributary of the Silver Stream made it impossible to guarantee the survival of the clan. In order to survive, they either had to join another big clan, or venture towards the Southern Territory. ¡°Thinking positively, at least the chief has fulfilled his first promise. We no longer have to worry about starving to death in the desert, right?¡± Simbady could not refute this point. According to Lady Silvermoon¡¯s explanation, even those who were not able to attain a job out at sea would be able to receive a basic ration. As long as they could perform odd jobs for the reconstruction of the Southern Territory, they would not starve to death. ¡°Besides, there are Osha people following us to Blackwater Valley. You don¡¯t have to worry too much.¡± Molly laughed and pointed at a ruined port in the distance. ¡°Look there¡­ the land allotted to our clan should be near to that black tower, right? It¡¯ll be great if we can stay here forever.¡± Simbady looked towards the direction she pointed at. The Port of Clearwater appeared to have been divided into two. Half of it was a burnt-down wasteland which seemed to have been forgotten and deserted, with damaged houses and scorched wooden frames everywhere, and the courtyards were filled with weed. Conversely, the other half already possessed a budding vitality. Here, the Ironsand people had set up a series of tents, and people could be seen moving within the camp area. The damaged houses were being knocked down one after another, while freshly whittled wood was continuously being transported into the area. Molly¡¯s smile caused a surge of anticipation to rise in his heart. ¡°Perhaps, after I¡¯m done with the next three months of work and return here, near to the tower will be a line of brand-new wooden houses?¡± The being-reconstructed town slowly disappeared in the distance, until the ship began to bobble up and down on the waves. The only scenery at present was the clear and boundless skyline. They had entered into the ocean. Chapter 801 Chapter 801: Endless City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Is this¡­ really OK?¡± Through the commanding post¡¯s window, Echo saw those Sand Nation civilians being whipped and tumbling on the ground. She could not help but feel sorry for them. ¡°They never knew what discipline was. They lived by the rule that ¡®the Weak are Prey to the Strong¡¯. If we¡¯re to put these people into use sooner, other than sending them to war, this is the only way.¡± Iron Axe replied in respect. ¡°You hadn¡¯t been in the Southernmost Region for long and during that period, the chief was very concerned about you, so you might not be familiar with the small clans¡¯ natures. Such a kind of discipline isn¡¯t severe. One can even say it¡¯s necessary, otherwise they would consider Osha a clan with no authority, weak and easy to bully.¡± At this, he showed a rare hint of hesitation. ¡°I think the reason that you¡¯re not used to it is probably that¡­ His Majesty is sometimes too benevolent.¡± ¡°Completely agreed.¡± Andrea, resting her upper body on the window sill, shrugged. ¡°There is a saying among the nobles ¡®carrots combined with sticks make the best way of ruling the subjects¡¯. The bigger the carrots are, the more benevolent the Lord will be.¡± ¡°What are carrots?¡± Hummingbird asked in curiosity. ¡°They¡¯re kind of food, similar to His Majesty¡¯s corn, a sort of specialty of the Kingdom of Dawn,¡± Andrea explained. ¡°But no matter how big the carrots are, they should always be much smaller than the sticks, which indicates that punishment should be more severe than awards so that the subjects would appreciate the favor. A Lord such as Roland would be considered a black sheep in the City of Glow.¡± ¡°Rare as it is, truthfully, I agree with you,¡± Ashes said while pouting. ¡°His Majesty is especially eloquent?¡± With her chin resting on her hands, Hummingbird thought for a while and said, ¡°The words he taught Thuram to speak sound very reasonable¡­ The collective power is definitely stronger than an individual¡¯s power.¡± ¡°But Thuram merely repeated what Roland told him to say.¡± Iron Axe shook his head, smiling. ¡°Without seeing Neverwinter personally, one can never imagine what an inconceivable new order His Majesty has established. I believe that one day in the future, Graycastle will become another Neverwinter, but that day is definitely not today¡­ To make them remember the rules in the Soutern Territory, whips are more powerful than words.¡± Echo slightly sighed without saying a word. ¡°Commander-in-chief.¡± A soldier suddenly walked into the commanding post and said, ¡°There is a riot breaking out in the Fallingstone Clan and the Spring Clan. Some people are confronting the Defending Army.¡± ¡°For boarding the ship?¡± Iron Axe asked solemnly. ¡°Yes. Those who were squeezed into the water called for their families. They asked for the same amount of food and reward. They argued that it¡¯s not that they didn¡¯t want to go to the Blackwater Valley, but that the Osha had turned them down.¡± ¡°Alright. Who is guarding the camp?¡± ¡°The Second Battalion of Flintlock.¡± ¡°Call up two squads and those young Osha lads who wanted to join the First Army. Tell them to gather at the riot spot. I¡¯ll be there right away.¡± ¡°Yes, Sir!¡± Seeing that Iron Axe was about to leave, Echo could not help but call him and said, ¡°Please don¡¯t be too harsh on them.¡± Iron Axe stood in the doorway quietly for a moment, bowed to her and then said, ¡°I understand, Miss Silvermoon. I¡¯ll do it in moderation.¡± After Iron Axe left, Echo returned to the desk, feeling melancholy. The process of the Sand Nation¡¯s relocation at the north did not go as smoothly as she expected. Although they could lead a well-off life as long as they follow His Majesty¡¯s instructions, some people still took the message that Roland asked her to deliver as a lie. Even those who had gained a piece of fertile land did not completely trust her nor His Majesty. Now she was sort of missing her life in Neverwinter. Compared with leading the strongest clan, she preferred the time when she stood on the top of the castle, overlooked the mountains and the city, and sung the songs composed by His Majesty. When the melody that she had never heard of sounded, she could feel genuine freedom and happiness. She had not sung for a long time since coming here¡­ She wondered whether Roland had written any new songs. ¡°When can I sing out aloud again?¡± ¡­ ¡°Oh!¡± Simbady felt as though everything in his stomach was overturned. Along with the rise and fall of the Concrete Boat, some gastric acid welled up from his stomach again. Regardless of the vomit along the side of the boat from other people, he directly bent over the handrail and began to throw up. ¡°Hi, are you okay?¡± Molly patted him on his back. His face was slightly pale. The Concrete Boat, steady as the ground while in the bay, became a swaying leaf when upon the sea. Bobbing in waves, it nearly hit the offshore beach several times. The horizontal waving never stopped. It was a total torture for the Sand Nation civilians that were experiencing the sea for the first time. ¡°Ahem¡­ Almost fine.¡± After throwing up, he laid on the deck lifelessly. ¡°Do you know how long we¡¯ve been on the sea?¡± ¡°Today is the fifth day.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t right¡­¡± Simbady gasped and said in a low voice, ¡°Do you remember what the Clearspring Clan said? They¡­ live in the oasis by the sea. We passed the Iron Sand City at first dusk, which means the Concrete Boat travels really fast. Yet why haven¡¯t we arrived at the Blackwater Valley?¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Molly asked. ¡°The destination of Osha isn¡¯t the Blackwater Valley. Thuram lied. The place he¡¯s taking us is further south than the Choke Swamp!¡± ¡°Further south?¡± Molly started to worry. ¡°But there is nothing there. Could they be lost?¡± ¡°The boat has been travelling along the coastline, which means it is highly unlikely for them to get lost.¡± Simbady pressed at his forehead. ¡°If we¡¯re going somewhere closer to the south point than the Choke Swamp, it¡¯ll only be¡­¡± ¡°Everybody, cheer up!¡± Before Simbady finished talking, Thuram suddenly appeared on the center of the deck and his words interrupted Simbady¡¯s, ¡°I¡¯ve some good news. We¡¯re arriving at our destination. Pack your luggage, line up, and prepare to disembark. Remember, be careful not to fall into the sea anymore, because no one will rescue you this time!¡± Simbady propped up his upper body and peered beyond the shore. On shore it was still barren, no oasis to be seen. His speculation was confirmed by the rolling water vapor and gusted smoke columns on the sea in distance. There was only one place that could give such an inconceivable view, the Endless Cape. The exile place of the Mojins. More and more Sand Nation people civilians noticed the anomaly and became quite on edge on the deck. ¡°This is not the Blackwater Valley! You lied to us!¡± ¡°Why did you bring us to the Endless Cape? Do you want to abandon us here?¡± ¡°I want to go back. Please, let us leave!¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± At this moment, Thuram felt there was no need to conceal anything anymore. ¡°Have I said that we were going to the middle area of the Blackwater Valley? The valley tributaries run through the entire southern region, of course it includes the cape area. Any underground Styx¡¯s River is extended from the valley, am I right?¡± ¡°This is sophistry!¡± Simbady thought angrily. If they had been told to work in the exile place, he was afraid that not many would apply for it. ¡°Nobody is going to be abandoned here. People from Osha and Graycastle will join you in developing this area!¡± Thuram raised his arm and spoke loudly, ¡°Listen carefully. From now on, Endless Cape is no longer an exile area. It¡¯ll be a newly born town! This is the order from the chief!¡± Chapter 802 Chapter 802: Ironwhip Discipline Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°To build a new city¡­ in this place?¡± Simbady found it hard to believe his own ears. The Silver Stream got slimmer as it went south, finally it was entirely devoured by sand until it reached the Blackwater Valley. Hence came the name ¡°the Land of Exile¡±. Without water and an oasis, how could they survive in the vast desert? All the Sand Nation civilians on board were shocked by Thuram¡¯s speech, several of them stated their doubts like the one that Simbady had. ¡°We can create water by ourselves.¡± Thuram spoke loudly. ¡°But before that, the vanguard troop has found a usable water source. You¡¯ll see it when you get off the boat.¡± This aroused even more severe discussion. ¡°Create?¡± some people shouted. ¡°How do we do that?¡± ¡°Silver Stream is a gift from Mother Earth. How could we create it?¡± ¡°By the name of Three Gods, only deities¡¯ emissaries could turn the desert into an oasis¡­¡± ¡°If we can¡¯t succeed, can we return the Southern Territory?¡± ¡°Right, you won¡¯t leave us here and go back alone, will you?¡± Confronted by these questions, Thuram hesitated for the first time. Simbady noticed that Thuram peeked at the Graycastle civilians before he thundered, ¡°The chief is capable of anything. As as he said we can, we can definitely create water. What you need to do however, is to follow instructions. Besides, Lady Silvermoon has promised, if we can¡¯t succeed, you¡¯ll be sent back to the Port of Clearwater in advance and paid with three months salary!¡± At this, he patted at the whip upon his waist. ¡°Of course, I won¡¯t return without you. If anyone loafs on the job, be prepared to taste my Ironwhip!¡± ¡°That explains it¡­¡± Simbady realized that the leader of the team was not Thuram, but those poker-faced people from Graycastle who were standing behind Thuram. During the holy duel, he had heard of the mightiness of these people more than once. Different from the Queen of Clearwater, they did not appear short of strength even when confronted by the warriors of big clans. But at this Endless Cape, even though they could defeat the watchdogs overnight, they still meant nothing in front of this endless sea of sand. Both the northerners and the chief might have far underestimated the power of the desert. Unfortunately, for them, there were not many options left. About an hour later, the Concrete Boat slowly pulled in to shore. Dragging his sore and exhausted body, Simbady slowly walked off the boat. The moment when his feet touched the soft beach, he felt a long-lost relaxation. Finally, his world stopped shaking. ¡°Look, what¡¯s that?¡± Molly pointed somewhere remote on the inland. ¡°A Watch Tower?¡± Simbady looked in the direction that Molly was pointing at and saw a black iron tower standing in the sand not far from the beach. At the top of the tower were two flags, one of which was scarlet, the other was with a complex embroidery pattern. Ordinarily, Simbady would wonder why the girl who he only had an occasional conversation with would stay with him all the time, but now he was too weak to consider things in this aspect. ¡°Has someone¡­ arrived ahead of us?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go and take a look.¡± ¡°Later.¡± He shook his head. ¡°We¡¯d better wait for Sir Thuram¡¯s instructions.¡± Those Sand Nation civilians who had fallen into the water previously left a vivid memory in Simbady¡¯s mind. He did not wish for the girl that he had a crush on to be whipped in front of everybody. ¡°Molly, finally I¡¯ve found you!¡± Molly¡¯s clansmen gradually came to her. ¡°Simbady, what a surprise to see you here.¡± ¡°I thought you had passed out on the boat from seasickness.¡± ¡°Haha¡­¡± The crowd smirked. Simbady lowered his head in embarrassment. Indeed, he was the weakest among his clansmen, be it in strength or guts. Usually, he would not mind being ridiculed, but today, in Molly¡¯s presence, he felt especially shameful. In fact, his performance in this voyage was even poorer than Molly¡¯s. ¡°Look, there is an iron tower!¡± ¡°How did people transport something so heavy to this place?¡± ¡°Probably by boat? I heard there is a direct shipping lane from Graycastle to the Endless Cape.¡± ¡°Will we camp there tonight?¡± ¡°I guess so. Endless Cape is way more dangerous than an oasis. It must be guarded at night.¡± There were only just over 20 men were from the Fishbone Clan, which made them a fairly small group, but they were all of the young and strong members of the clan. One of them was called Carlone. Carlone was a strong performer among his peers, he was tall, handsome and skillful, which won him the favor of his clan chief. The moment he opened his mouth, he drew everybody¡¯s attention, ¡°I once escorted the exiled for Iron Sand City. According to my observation, the sizes of sandworms and scorpions in this area are much larger than those in an oasis. There¡¯s even a rumor that a Giant Scorpion with Armor that dominates Earth also moves around here. We must stay alert at all times and set our tents as close to those from Graycastle as possible.¡± ¡°Do you think Sir Thuram is telling the truth? Can the chief really create an oasis out of this desert?¡± somebody asked. ¡°Most unlikely,¡± Carlone smacked his lips and said. ¡°If he were really capable of that, he could have been the ruler of the desert without going through the holy duel. Why bother developing this area then?¡± ¡°What should we do next?¡± The crowd began to stir. ¡°Relax. The chief doesn¡¯t have to go through all of this trouble, only to exile us here.¡± Carlone¡¯s voice was full of calmness and confidence. ¡°The chief might have decided on this action on the spur of the moment. When the people from Graycastle find that their goals can¡¯t be realized, our work will end. As to three months of salary, Osha can¡¯t get away with it!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, or no one will ever trust them again!¡± ¡°That¡¯s reassuring. I¡¯m Ok as long as we can go back.¡± The clansmen nodded, indicating their agreement, except for Simbady. He did not entirely agree with what Carlone had said. It was true that Graycastle had undervalued the desert and their plan of turning Endless Cape into a town was destined to fail. But looking at those soldiers in uniforms whose facial expression was nothing but solemn, he faintly felt the chief did not decide on this action on the spur of the moment. By then, the crowd began scattering and some people began to move toward the iron tower. Thuram was still talking with the people from Graycastle, totally indifferent to what was happening around him. ¡°Shall we go there too?¡± some clansmen proposed. ¡°I think so,¡± Carlone said, nodding. ¡°If we¡¯re really going to camp around the iron tower, we can get a better place if we go earlier. Everybody, follow me.¡± He took a look at Molly especially and asked, ¡°Do you want my help with your luggage?¡± Molly hesitated, shook her head and then said, ¡°Simbady said we¡¯d better wait for Sir Thuram¡¯s instruction¡­ Didn¡¯t he always emphasize the importance of following the discipline?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not like we refused to get off the boat. Why does he care about this?¡± ¡°Simbady, you¡¯re not intimidated by the Endless Cape, are you?¡± ¡°Perhaps he¡¯s still sick.¡± The clansman who ridiculed him previously, did so again. ¡°I¡¯m just worried.¡± Simbady raised his head. Just when he was about to justify himself, a burst of a hasty whistle interrupted him. ¡°Everybody, gather now!¡± Thuram, who previously ignored those who left, quietly walked in front of the clansmen, stuck out three fingers and grimly said, ¡°I give you three breaths of time, after that, every breath means one whip. This is the second lesson I¡¯m teaching you. Do remember that!¡± Chapter 803 Chapter 803: ¡°Festivity¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Simbady had thought it was just a bluff. He had never expected Osha clan was serious. When the warriors from Osha clan were about to execute the order, a clash broke out between the two groups. Over 50 people, who regarded the punishment as unreasonable and attempted to escape the discipline, started to tussle with the ones who tried to catch them. Unarmed, the wrongdoers soon lost their battle to Osha clan equipped with clubs and shields. They were, as a result, stripped naked and prostrated to the sandy ground. Thuram whipped them himself. The whipping scene inflamed some of the spectators, who were on the verge of starting a virulent altercation but were eventually deterred by the flintlocks carried by Graycastle men. Everybody had learned the miserable defeat of the watchdog in the oasis that night. Even cavalrymen swift like winds had failed to penetrate Graycastle¡¯s defensive line. What had crushed them was exactly the same shiny iron weapons in those soldiers¡¯ hands. In a second, screams and shrieks filled the bank. Osha did not plan to flog those clansmen to death. After he showed their bleeding backs to the whole group, he instructed them to treat the wounds with herbs and bandage them with gauze. Normally, there was rarely any plague in the freezing Months of Demons. As long as they were physically strong, they should survive the whipping. Carlone and most of the clansmen were outraged, except Molly, who rejoiced over the punishment. After the fearsome whipping was over, the group formed two lines and headed to the depth of the desert under the guidance of the whistle. Thuram did not utter a word, but everybody became automatically self-disciplined. The procession was in an exceptional order. When they were close to an iron tower, Simbady discovered a drying oasis, or rather a pond. This was probably what Thuram referred to as the water fountain for the vanguard. No shades of trees overhung the pond, except a few dying bushes around it. The pond was very shallow, the depth of which was no more than a man¡¯s height. Perhaps, it had been a verdant oasis a few decades ago. However, as the water vein of Silver Stream gradually diminished, the oasis, in the end, reduced to a cup of sand. The pond would not even suffice to provide drinking water for the few hundred labors working here, let alone to nurture a tribe. That water could still be seen was because of the remnant of underground streams. Once summer came, those meager water would soon evaporate under the scorching sun. Even if no one drank the water, the pond would become completely dry in no time. Simbady had seen a lot of ruins of oasis like this. In other words, if those Graycastle men failed to find a new water source within two or three months, they would have no choice but to leave this land, not to mention establishing a new town. Thuram did not pretend that he was not aware of the scarcity of the water. He hollered at the team, ¡°Do you see this pond here? This is going to be the only drinking water for us in the next couple of months. So, make your water elsewhere. Are you all clear?¡± ¡°What about¡­ food?¡± someone asked. ¡°Somebody will deliver food to us. If there isn¡¯t enough, we can go fishing,¡± Thuram replied. Hearing they would at least have food and water, all the clans relieved a little bit. The group thus dispersed and pitched their tents based on the instructions of the supervisor from Osha clan. How to quickly set up and take down a tent was a must-have life skill for every sand nation. A tent made of sheepskin could shelter three to six people, and usually, one person was responsible to carry all the required tools and equipment. There were only four women from Fishbone clan who had applied for the job, so they erected three tents which arrayed in a triangle shape, each of which was fastened by a rope. The door of each tent was flung open facing outward, as a way to alert each other in case of danger. This was the simplest tent arrangement among all. In the afternoon, Thuram whistled again and summoned everybody. He then took them to a place close to the beach. Simbady was surprised to find out that northerners had conducted a thorough search here. On the flat sandy ground stood numerous short wooden poles, each pole tied to a white rope. Like dividing domains, these ropes and poles segmented the land into many huge rectangles. Each rectangle was 60 meters in length at least. The most incredible thing was that all the rectangles were of the same size, every edge and corner of which was precisely marked and measured. Simbady wondered how they did that within a distance of 60 meters. There were 50 or 60 rectangles marked out by white ropes by a rough count. Simbady also saw some Graycastle men keep marking the land with wooden poles, with strange tools in their hands. It seemed they planned to continue to do so until all the land in their sights was covered. ¡°You¡¯re finally here.¡± A tall man came up to Thuram. ¡°My name is Kencury. I¡¯m a former member of the Mason Guild in the old king¡¯s city¡­ Well, you¡¯ve probably never heard of this organization. Even in Graycastle, few people remember the Mason Guild these days. Thanks to the benevolent king who¡¯s willing to hire us, we¡¯re able to settle down. Otherwise, we probably don¡¯t know where we¡¯ll end up ¡­ Um, that¡¯s not quite right. Let¡¯s leave this matter at a later date.¡± The man coughed and patted Thuram on his shoulder. ¡°Anyway, I¡¯ll be responsible for the construction of Endless Cape. I assume you¡¯re the supervisor appointed by Miss Echo, right?¡± Echo? Isn¡¯t it Lady Drow Silvermoon¡¯s nickname? Simbady was shocked by the fact that the Graycastle men named Kencury sat as equal with the chief at the same table! Not custom to the small talks and Kencury¡¯s overelaborate formalities, Thuram made a stiff smile. He stepped back and bowed. ¡°Please call me Thuram. As to those lads, just let me know what they should do. If anyone slacks off, I¡¯ll punish them severely.¡± Apparently, Thuram had received instructions from the chief of Osha clan, for he paid great respects to Kencury. But Simbady knew it was those Graycastle soldiers guarding this area that Thuram was truly afraid of. Kencury stretched out his arms. ¡°Very well. Guys, there¡¯s no tavern or woman here. Ahem, I mean that kind of woman. So, concentrate on the construction! The first task for you is very simple, which is digging holes. See those white rectangles? Dig a hole in each rectangle until the sand has reached your knees!¡± For a moment, nobody responded. There was an embarrassing silence. Thuram¡¯s brows went up. He bellowed, ¡°Are you guys all deaf? Get your ass moving!¡± He sounded quite ill-tempered, but a hint of triumph in his eyes betrayed his complacency. But Kencury raised his hand and stopped Thuram. ¡°Hang on¡­ No need to rush. I haven¡¯t explained to them why we have to dig those holes.¡± ¡°Sir, you don¡¯t have to explain to them¡­¡± ¡°No, no, no. His Majesty once said something that I can¡¯t agree more. He calls it pro¡­ proactivity. Right, that¡¯s the word!¡± Kencury clapped his hand. ¡°It roughly means that once a person knows the reason behind his labor, he¡¯ll become more productive. So, listen carefully¡­ These holes will determine whether we can live here in the future! These holes¡­¡± He paused for a second and then continued, ¡°are the key to converting seawater to drinking water!¡± The group immediately stirred up at these words. ¡°The mechanism behind this is very simple, but only King Roland thought of it. It¡¯s just like boiling water¡ªwe are going to first feed these holes with seawater. Once the water is heated up by the sun and turns into water vapor, we collect them to get pure drinking water.¡± Kencury even used his hands to further explain the matter, ¡°It¡¯s OK you don¡¯t understand. You just view the ocean as a giant pool of bitter water saturated with salt. If we can separate the salt from the water, the whole Swirl Sea will become our drinking water source!¡± Simbady was rooted to the ground. He doubted if this project was realistic. Put aside the validity of the theory in the latter half of his speech. He wondered how they were going to collect such intangible things as water vapor. Kencury clenched his fist. ¡°The production will naturally be very limited. One rectangle can only provide water for a dozen people. Therefore, we have to build a large number of conversion sheds to supply water for hundreds of workers here! You should all feel lucky, for His Majesty pays special attention to the construction plan of Endless Cape. This is also the second town named by the king other than Neverwinter. To celebrate the unification of the Southernmost Region, His Majesty endowed the town with the name ¡®Festivity¡¯, and you guys are not only the builders of Festive Harbor but also the first residents who settled down here!¡± Chapter 804 Chapter 804: An Accident at the Snow Mountain Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As soon as Lightning returned to her tent at the campsite, she took off her goggles, peeled off her gloves, and put her frozen, numb hands above the brazier. Her fingers soon started to tingle. Although it had been almost half a month since winter had ended, flurries of snow persisted without any sign of turning lighter. On the contrary, it grew increasingly heavy. Every time Lightning returned from an investigation, her hair was drenched with melted snow, and it always took a while before sensations came back into her skins. After her hands were a bit warmer, Lightning placed a stool next to the brazier, took off her soggy leather boots, and cocked her feet above the blazes. She could clearly see a wisp of white steam stream out of the tip of her socks. A tinge of warmth went through her cold toes. She was a little abashed by the smell of her feet. Having worn the same boots for such a long time, it was natural that the feet gave off some odor. Now she understood why her father always stressed that a great explorer should be supported by a great team. Had the First Army not set up the brazier or made hot water aforetime, she would not have been able to fully dedicate herself to the exploration. Her burning enthusiasm for exploration would definitely be quenched by the frustrating thought that she had to lit a fire and boil water herself after returning to the campground, all soaked and exhausted. Lightning thought perhaps, only King Roland¡¯s team had the capability to supply hot water 24 hours a day. Her father had once told her in one of his adventure stories that it was indeed very difficult to have a hot water bath in midwinter. The obstacles lay in dampened wood, rotted leaves covered by snows, and the time and effort to collect those materials. As such, most of the time his crew members would thoroughly cleanse their bodies only after they fulfilled their undertaking. But the machines invented by His Majesty completely solved these problems. As the campsite was not far away from the riverbank, the boilers on the three concrete boats, which had been in operation since the first day of their arrival, were able to continuously provide the camp with hot water. If she required hot water, she just needed to take a bucket to fetch some. The same applied to food. A peculiar concrete boat was responsible for food supplies for the whole team. The upper floor of the boat constituted a mobile kitchen, where a large amount of oatmeal was cooked every day with the steam produced by the boiler. They ate the oatmeal with some dried meat and salted fish, so much better than tasteless solid food. It was probably the best logistics team in the world by her father¡¯s standard. After her hands and feet became warm again, Lightning took out her notebook and began to write journal entries. ¡°Spring, 16th, we were still digging. The mountain greatly impeded Sylvie¡¯s and Margie¡¯s abilities, especially Margie¡¯s. They had to consume a lot of magic power in order to penetrate thick rocks. Out of safety concerns, we must reserve sufficient magic power to head back to the camp for each operation. As a result, we didn¡¯t gain much progress.¡± ¡°Due to a limitation in the distance, Sylvie could just roughly pick a few directions for Miss Fran to dig. By the way, Miss Fran is a very nice lady despite her misshapen figure. She looks even scarier than Maggie when eating. I really hope that I can, one day, see what she originally looked like.¡± It had been 13 days since they had arrived at the foot of the snow mountain. The only thing they were positive for now was the existence of a big hollow space, which appeared to be connected by multiple caves, in the mountain. It was hard to successfully find the main cave where the ruin was located, let alone to open a tunnel wide enough for the First Army. Both she and Maggie could not help much in this respect. They could only put sentries outside the mountain or sneak into those strange caves to investigate the ruptures and crevices that the Magic Ark failed to reach. Compared with the exploration of the ruin itself, finding a correct path leading to the destination was always the most time-consuming part that often required the most efforts and work. Just as what her father frequently said, an explorer was always on his way. Lightning cupped her mouth and exhaled a breath which soon turned into a cluster of white steam in the cold air. She continued to write the followings: ¡°Last came the latest finding of Lightning, the greatest explorer in Graycastle.¡± ¡°We spied a long, dark figure underneath the ice at the peak of the Great Snow Mountain. It looked like a huge fish. I had no idea how long it took the creature to grow so big, but it must taste good. It was a pity that Anna didn¡¯t come with us. We couldn¡¯t break the ice to catch it. Maggie could only leave some scratching marks on the ice with her claws, for it was forbidden to employ explosives at the top of the mountain. We probably have to wait until summer when the snow melts.¡± At these words, Lightning licked her lips. Because of the exploration, she had not tasted barbequed fish for a long time. Perchance she could fly to Misty Forest with Maggie to get some food before nightfall. She probably also needed to get food for Wendy so that she would not blame her for her roguishness. Lightning continued to write, ¡°Further, there was another significant finding. We had noticed some demonic beasts group up to the east of Misty Forest, but His Majesty¡¯s city wall should be able to block them.¡± After writing all these down, Lightning put the sheepskin notebook into a watertight bag and slipped it back into her knapsack. As an explorer, she must record everything she saw on a daily basis. Like a captain¡¯s logbook, the journal was not only an explorer¡¯s badge of honor but also important references for future explorers. When the owner of the logbook was unfortunately killed in an accident, other explorers would be able to analyze his journal and avoid trodding the same path. Just at that moment, Lightning heard running footsteps outside the door. It was Wendy outside her tent. ¡°Agatha and the others are back.¡± Wendy sounded a little anxious. ¡°We¡¯ve had an accident. Fran¡¯s missing!¡± ¡°What?¡± Lightning rose in surprise. ¡°Missing?¡± ¡­ By the time the witches stationed at the campground arrived at the end of the tunnel created by the devouring worm, the soldiers from the First Army had lit a fire and put sentries. They found Agatha and the Taquila witches arguing over something. Lightning poked her head and gasped. She saw a fathomless hole in front of her, its ceiling and bottom indiscernible. She could only hear the sound of running water coming from above. A part of the tunnel¡¯s edge had collapsed. Lightning took out the Stone of Lighting and bent over. The crack was covered with slimy liquid. ¡°Did Miss Fran fall from here?¡± Edith answered, ¡°Looks like so for now¡­ Sylvie picked the right direction, but Fran was just unlucky. She opened the path leading to the big cave but did not notice the precipice at the front. Then she fell to the bottom.¡± ¡°Looks like?¡± Lightning noticed her particular wording. Edith shrugged. ¡°At that time Sylvie and Margie were searching on the other side, a location where they could exactly see what Fran was doing. According to Sylvie, Fran¡¯s magic reaction suddenly disappeared from her sight. I don¡¯t really know how your magic power works, but Miss Sylvie¡¯s Eye of Magic should be able to see very distant objects, right? Yet when they got here, they couldn¡¯t see anything at the bottom.¡± ¡°Couldn¡¯t¡­ see?¡± The little girl was stunned. Edith spread out her hands. ¡°They couldn¡¯t see the bottom or the devouring worm. There¡¯re two possible explanations: one is that the hole is so deep that it goes beyond the visual field of the Eye of Magic. The other is that something has blocked her vision. Either of them omens ill.¡± Edith paused for a moment and looked at the arguing Ice Witch and the others. ¡°What they¡¯re arguing about is whether they should dive into the hole to rescue Fran immediately.¡± Chapter 805 Chapter 805: Down the Abyss Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Lightning was silent. She knew Edith was right. If the hole was indeed extremely deep as Edith had described, she could almost predicate the fatality of the fall. If it was because of some intervention of Fran¡¯s magic power, the situation would then be even more complicated. There could be a gigantic God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation at the bottom, in which case, she foresaw no great treachery. If there was, however, a trap set up by some unknown enemies, it would then be too dangerous for the rescue team. There was a big chance that those swift sickle monsters and the worm carrier that had once devoured the demon¡¯s Blackstone Pagoda were still lurking around the Great Snow Mountain. Without any alerts from Nightingale and Sylvie or the protection of the First Army, even the God¡¯s Punishment Witches found it hard to bring Fran back safe and sound. The little girl took a deep breath. Exploration was essentially a risky business. A good explorer should save his companion no matter under what circumstances. She thus came up to the arguing witches and said, ¡°Let me take a look down there. However we¡¯re going to do that, we have to first know what¡¯s going on before taking the next step.¡± A blond man turned around and asked, ¡°Your ability is¡­¡± Lightning remembered he was called Elena. Although she looked like a man by her appearance, the soul beneath the shell was literally an ancient witch from Taquila. Lightning tapped her goggles on the head. ¡°Flying. Judging from the current situation, I believe I¡¯m better at scouting than you.¡± Agatha frowned. ¡°This isn¡¯t a matter of convenience. How are you going to head back if you can¡¯t apply your ability at the bottom of the cave? His Majesty said nobody should act alone in this operation, whether she¡¯s a witch from the Witch Union or Taquila. Everybody should work together and cooperate with the First Army.¡± ¡°Tie a rope around my waist then.¡± Lightning disclosed all her plan. ¡°Even if there¡¯s really an anti-magic zone created by a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, as long as you pull me up after I reach the bottom, there shouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡± To save a companion did not mean acting recklessly. Her father had told her numerous stories regarding horrible emergencies when she had been little. Lightning believed that most accidents would end up well as long as they took proper measures. Because she was the greatest explorer even without her magic power! Nightingale intercepted, ¡°Let me go with her. I can walk along the precipice easily, for there¡¯s no upside or downside in the misty world. Even if an enemy does emerge, I can come to her aid immediately.¡± Wendy shook her head vigorously. ¡°That would be as dangerous as acting alone. If there¡¯s a trap down there, you two guys won¡¯t be able to save yourselves. Don¡¯t forget that there¡¯re formidable enemies like Senior Demons in this world.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll never abandon Fran. If you don¡¯t go, I¡¯ll go myself!¡± Elena blurted out in a low voice. ¡°Have you forgotten to obey orders after 400 years?¡± There¡¯s a faint starchiness in Agatha¡¯s voice. ¡°In the name of the Taquila senior witches, I forbid you to act alone!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Hearing this, all the God¡¯s Punishment Witches fell silent. Elena bit her lip. At length, she stepped a few paces back and made an apology by placing her hand on the chest. ¡°You don¡¯t need to argue about it.¡± Edith ventured. ¡°His Majesty instructed that we three parties must work together. Therefore, we just need to send the First Army down there, don¡¯t we?¡± ¡°Did you find the way there?¡± Brian, the superintendent of the First Army, asked in surprise. ¡°No, but I found this.¡± Edith pointed to the cliff closed to the entrance. In the torchlight, the reflective light specks on the river splintered up into flickering glimmers as the water ran. ¡°There should be some lifting equipment on the concrete boat used to make oatmeal, for I often see the soldiers transport food from the supply boat through a crane. They don¡¯t do it manually.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ that¡¯s the gondola.¡± Brian nodded. ¡°It can transport a lot of goods at a time, but it requires a steam engine.¡± ¡°So, we just need to move the machine here from the boat and send two machine gun squads down there along with the witches,¡± Edith stressed each syllable with a stroke. ¡°The length of the rope can be adjusted through a connector; the God¡¯s Punishment Witches shall have no problem in handling heavy machines. The water here can guarantee a constant operation as well as a retreat route required by His Majesty. The only question is how to take it down. I believe the First Army shall know how to do it, right?¡± Brian replied hesitatively, ¡°We definitely can take it down, but it¡¯s hard to put it back¡­¡± Edith raised her brows. ¡°Then you¡¯ll only lose a boat and a steam engine, which totals no more than 500 or 600 gold royals. What choice do you think His Majesty would make if he were you?¡± Lightning twitched her lips. 500 or 600 gold royals was absolutely not a small number. It did not take long for Brian to make his decision. He soon gave a nod of approval and said, ¡°I see. You¡¯ll soon find a steam engine ready to go.¡± ¡­ An hour later, a roaring machine appeared at the entrance to the hole. As they found it hard to fix the arm of the gondola to the rocks, they abandoned this part of the device in the end but only used a capstan as the lifting apparatus. The capstan rotated swiftly as the flywheel of the steam engine moved. It thus dropped the rope down the hole little by little. In order to prevent chafe, Agatha summoned her power and wrapped the mouth of the hole with solid ice so that the rope could move up and down without rubbing against the cliff. A huge iron basket, which could at least carry six to eight people and two Mark I type HMGs, was attached to the end of the rope. In that case, the witches would be still well protected by the powerful machine gun squads even if they lost fighting capacities. Agatha, Elena, and six soldiers from the First Army crawled into the basket first, followed by Lightning and Nightingale. After testing out the lifting equipment, everybody slowly sank into the deep hole. The torchlight above became increasingly dismal. Lightning hovered somewhere a little below the center of the hole to lead the way, with a rope around her waist. She felt a little uneasy without Maggie flying beside her, but she knew someone must be stationed outside the snow mountain. In comparison to monitoring demonic beasts, she preferred to uncover the mystery of the underground ruin. Every time she dropped 10 meters lower, she would turn around to see if everybody was still there. Darkness swallowed up the meager light of fires lit by the sentries. The only source of light now was the two Stones of Lighting in the basket. In the steady, soft light of the stones, Lightning detected two pale golden ¡°ribbons¡± running along the cliff. They were the ice created by Agatha. The solid ice smoothed out the protruding rocks, making them as reflective as a mirror, and thus ensured them a safe ride down to the bottom. Lightning¡¯s heart gradually sank after she flew for a few hundred meters. An ordinary man would hardly survive such a long drop. She now only hoped that the devouring worm could be stronger than that. Just at that moment, Lighting noticed a strange reflection underneath. The light was hardly perceptible. It was merely a thin thread of flickers like an eye that suddenly opened in the darkness. Lightning signaled the rest of the party with the Stone of Lighting. She plunged into the hole while holding her breath, after which, she stepped on a solid, smooth rock. Lighting bent over and gently touched the ¡°ground¡±. The gleamy black rock was as polished and glassy as a crystal. Its dark reflection was mixed with a thick cluster of a bright red color¡­ She had seen this. It was the giant Blackstone Pagoda in the Devil¡¯s Town. Chapter 806 Chapter 806: An ¡°Egg¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°It looks like that the worm found its lair.¡± As soon as the basket reached the ground, Agatha glanced about the surroundings while holding the Stone of Lighting. The furrow between her brows deepened. She asked, ¡°Did you see Fran?¡± ¡°Miss Fran isn¡¯t here.¡± Lightning had inspected every corner of the cave. ¡°The Blackstone Pagoda seems to be stuck in here. There¡¯re some empty spaces on either side of the tower. Could she fall off the top and roll over to the side?¡± The diamond-shaped stone tower spanned across the deep hole like a bridge, with its two ends rooted in the rocks. Nobody knew how it ended up like that. The tentacle demon and the Multi-eyed Demon could not be found anywhere either. ¡°The tower doesn¡¯t affect my magic power,¡± Nightingale revealed herself from the mist. ¡°But you can¡¯t walk through it like you walk through a wall, can you?¡± Agatha squatted down and produced an ice piton. She threw it toward the Blackstone Pagoda. The ice piton immediately broke to pieces, whereas the stone tower remained intact. ¡°There¡¯s a rumor saying that this tower is made of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. Although it won¡¯t affect magic power on a mass scale like the prism of magic stone, it can block it.¡± Elena corrected Agatha in a low tone, ¡°It¡¯s not made of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation but it creates them. Corrosive magic power can change the mineral vein of the magic stones and thereby shapes them into a rectangle stone tablet. Only the mineral vein born under the Bloody Moon, however, has the capability to create Red Mist. The others simply help slow down the dissipation of the Red Mist. This was a top secret in the Union age. We learned it from Lady Eleanor after the fall of Taquila.¡± Nightingale was displeased at the delay of the information. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell us earlier?¡± Elena snapped, ¡°You didn¡¯t tell me there¡¯s going to be a demon spire. There¡¯re so many things that can possibly affect magic power. How am I supposed to know which one it is?¡± Lightning flew in between them and intercepted their confrontational conversation. ¡°We have to keep going down, as we haven¡¯t got to the bottom yet. I just managed to dive a little bit more and heard distant running water. It¡¯s very likely that there¡¯s an underground river down there. If Miss Fran did fell down from the side of the stone tower, she might still be alive.¡± Elena¡¯s voice brightened. ¡°Really? Is it possible that Sylvie didn¡¯t find Fran because of this underground river?¡± Agatha nodded. ¡°Very likely. As the stone tower has blocked most of the vision of the Eye of Magic, Sylvie couldn¡¯t see the bottom. If Fran was flushed down by the water, naturally she couldn¡¯t detect her magic beam.¡± She then turned to Lightning and said, ¡°You fly up to tell Wendy first. Ask her to instruct Margie to send some God¡¯s Punishment Witches down here¡­ as well as the soldiers from the First Army. Advise them to also put sentries here. We¡¯ll continue with our search.¡± The little girl nodded. ¡°Alright, leave it to me.¡± ¡­ With the help of the gondola and the Magic Ark, they soon had enough people to rescue Fran. Lightning took advantage of this interval and thoroughly investigated the area below the Blackstone Pagoda. As she had expected, the vertical cave wall soon moved into a sloping position. The air also dampened. After she descended for another 30 to 40 meters, she saw a wide underground river. Snow water trickled down the cave wall and pooled before cascading into a thundering waterfall that poured down in torrents from the mouth of the cave. When the little girl drew close, she could feel a crisp chill play upon her cheeks. As a result of the moist air in the cave, at the bottom of the hole grew various mosses and mushrooms, one of which gleamed a ghostly blue light that lit up the surrounding area. Even without a Stone of Lighting, Lightning could clearly spy the outline of the cave. With the fireflies floating about, the underground area looked like an entirely different world. When the ark took the witches and the Taquila survivors to the bottom, they were all fascinated by what they saw. Nightingale exclaimed, ¡°If only we can grow those glowing fruit in Neverwinter. In that case, everybody can clearly see the road at night.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s bring some back and grow them!¡± Lightning rubbed her hands in excitement. To discover and grow some new species was one of the most common enterprises for explorers. Sugar canes and corns, for instance, were brought to the Fjords from other small islands by explorers and later flourished. Lightning was not sure if these giant mushrooms and illuminating cattail fruits would be as sweet and delicious as bird beak mushrooms. Agatha started a head count. ¡°Let¡¯s finish our business here first. Margie, you stay here to help the First Army to establish a sentry post. We¡¯ll continue with the procession along the underground river. If Fran is more than two miles away from us, we¡¯ll pitch some temporary tents.¡± Nobody made an objection. Lightning, Nightingale and Agatha all knew how to escape and protect themselves. The 10 God¡¯s Punishment Witches led by Elena were all exceptional combatants as strong as Extraordinaries. They did not constitute a huge group, but it was actually the most powerful combination in the united front. Once in the limestone cave, the roar of the rushing water rang off the rocks and down the underground river, producing thunderous reverberation. Lightning had to keep a close distance with the group so as to hear everybody. Agatha asked, ¡°Can the devouring worm swim?¡± Elena shook her head. ¡°Nobody has seen it swim. But the worm is colossal, so I think it shouldn¡¯t be far away from the deep hole even if it was flushed downstream.¡± ¡°Are you able to tell where this river comes from and head?¡± Another God¡¯s Punishment Witch put in. Lightning vaguely remembered that her name was Zooey. Nightingale answered, ¡°If I remember correctly, it comes toward us and heads to the snow mountain. In other words, it¡¯s a water vein from the Western Region heading to the hilly area in the south.¡± It was a known fact that there was plenty of underground water in His Majesty¡¯s domain, but Lightning wondered why those rivers ran toward the south, for there was not a single river there. She was curious where all those water went. Suddenly, she saw something flutter on the rock not far away. ¡°Hang on, I saw something move there!¡± Hearing her warning, everybody halted and drew out their weapons. Nightingale immediately gave an affirmative answer. ¡°No magic reaction is detected, but there¡¯s indeed something over there¡­¡± She then paused and slowly approached the object. ¡°It looks like a semi-spherical¡­ egg?¡± ¡°What?¡± Agatha was a bit surprised. ¡°Since it doesn¡¯t have magic power, it poses no threat to us.¡± Elena waved at the God¡¯s Punishment Witches coming with her and said, ¡°Follow me.¡± They soon successfully surrounded the egg. When Lighting made a close study of the tremulous egg, however, she knitted her brows. A layer of gray skin was clinging to the rock, completely blending with the surrounding environment. When she held up the Stone of Lighting and gradually approached the skin, she spied many stomas opening and shutting as if it were breathing. Elena coughed out a spittle. ¡°What the hell¡­ is this? It¡¯s gross.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s really an egg, how big should its parent be?¡± Lightning roughly measured the area of the skin with her fingers and concluded that it was about three meters in length and width. The swollen part in the middle could almost house a full-grown dairy cow. ¡°The shape¡­ No, it can¡¯t be¡­¡± Zooey took a sharp intake of breath. She drew out her longsword and gave the skin a fierce stab, after which she pulled the steel upwards. A large amount of slimy liquid gushed out of the ¡°egg¡± as a piercing shriek rang off the cave wall. Then they saw a black shadow come out of the swell and collapsed to the ground. To Lightning¡¯s dismay, it was a Mad Demon. Chapter 807 Chapter 807: Inside the Ruins Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Almost at the same time, the entire ¡°skin¡± shrunk and rolled, and a worm climbed out of the stone wall. With runny mucus pouring out of its skin, it then quickly climbed towards the top of the cave. But Nightingale was much faster. She suddenly appeared from the Mist and hung upside down on the cave ceiling as agilely as she was on flat ground and blocked the worm¡¯s way ahead. Before falling to the ground, she stabbed a shining dagger into the worm¡¯s head and nailed it firmly to the stone wall. The worm struggled for a while, and then all of its six legs drooped. It was dead. At that moment, Lightning finally noticed that the ¡°egg¡± was merely the worm¡¯s torso. With its head and legs buried in stones and blocked by its giant belly, its torso did look like an egg. The worm¡¯s figure was out of proportion. Its front part resembled an enlarged ant, with the length of no more than half a meter. Its rear part, namely the ¡°skin¡± part that enveloped the Mad Demon, was big enough to hold three large barrels inside. Although over a half of the mucus had spilled out and the swollen ¡°skin¡± had shrunken, its area was still astonishing. ¡°Is the demon born out of its belly?¡± the little girl asked in surprise. ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of something like that.¡± Agatha crouched and carefully studied the demon under the light of a Magic Stone. ¡°This Mad Demon¡­ is completely mature. Look at its arm. The scar here is caused by the inlay of a Magic Stone. Its girth is larger than the other arm, meaning the demon had constantly thrown pikes with magic power.¡± ¡°Then where is the Magic Stone?¡± ¡°No idea. It¡¯s probably been taken away.¡± ¡°So was it taken by this worm?¡± Elena asked impatiently. ¡°It swallowed the demon and digested it while hanging itself on the wall. Unfortunately, it came across us. Its Magic Stone was either digested by itself or lost during a war. Does this make sense? Don¡¯t worry about this disgusting worm, looking for Fran is more urgent.¡± ¡°It swallowed the demon?¡± Lightning questioned in her heart. ¡°Its mouth is not big enough for an adult human being to go through, not to mention for a strong Mad Demon of nearly three meters tall.¡± ¡°That¡¯s weird¡­¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice came from the void. ¡°Obviously it¡¯s dead, but why didn¡¯t its magic power dissipate until now?¡± ¡°What?¡± Agatha was surprised. ¡°Do you mean this is a demon?¡± ¡°Yes, its magic power is as thin as mist. I didn¡¯t notice it until it rolled out of the worm¡¯s belly. But it¡¯s surely dead. Judging from the decomposition level of its skin, it died one or two days ago.¡± Nightingale then asked with bewilderment, ¡°I thought that it was impossible for magic power to gather on a dead body?¡± ¡°If you saw it right, it is indeed weird¡­¡± Zooey nodded. Inserting the sword deep into the stone wall, she then said, ¡°Perhaps we should take these two bodies back for further investigation. Let¡¯s leave a mark here and collect them when we finish camping.¡± As they walked forward, they ran across more ¡°egg worms¡±, and again, though not all were buried under the stone wall, some were standing right beside the river bank or were in a cluster like mushrooms. Being experienced, the witches could now make sure their strikes hit right at the worms¡¯ crucial points or cut their heads off, which were buried under the dirt, one after another. Cutting open the worms¡¯ bellies, they found that there were not only Mad Demons inside, but also Fearsome Demons and human bodies. That startled the witches. Beyond the Border Area, there was no human residence. How did the worms hunt humans? Could it be that the worms had stretched their legs into the domain of Neverwinter without a trace? At that moment, Nightingale suddenly alerted, ¡°There is a magic reaction ahead. Wait, no¡­ is that, Fran?¡± ¡°Where?¡± Elena did not rush forward, but fanned out with the other God¡¯s Punishment Witches, holding their swords and guarding all around. Lighting understood that in the misty world, everything was black and white, and most of the objects she saw were constituted by visualized and twisted silhouette lines, except the magic power, which was in bright colors. That was why the dark underground environment had no influence on Nightingale. ¡°Front-left, 200 meters¡­ about 400 steps. She seems to be entangled by something.¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice went further and further and was blurred under the noise of water sprays. ¡°I can¡¯t see¡­ I¡¯ll go first¡­ Wait!¡± A moment later, two gunshots sounded. ¡°Bang! Bang!¡± The firing of the flintlock sounded particularly loud under the ground. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches took a look at one another and walked forward while maintaining their formation. Lightning was faster. She flew over them and toward the gunshots while firmly holding the revolver in her hand. Luckily, what she had worried about did not happen. Soon, Nightingale held up the Stone of Lighting to guide the way. Lying under the witches feet were two monsters with sickle-like forepaws. The flintlock shots made two holes on the worms heads and blue blood flew on the ground. ¡°Are these the demonic beasts that you mentioned which can hide their figures?¡± Floating in midair, Lightning asked. ¡°Yes, but no matter how skillful they are, they can¡¯t hide from my eyes.¡± Nightingale put away her revolver and patted at Fran who was tightly stuck, she asked, ¡°Am I right?¡± Fran struggled a bit and groaned something, but it seemed that her mouth was sealed. Nightingale noticed that both sides of the worm carrier were winded with white jelly which firmly fixed Fran on the ground. Her giant mouth was blocked too. Other than that, her strong body was full of wounds. Apparently, when she fell out of the deep hole, it hurt her badly. Furthermore, to Nightingale¡¯s surprise, there was more than one such giant worm. Another two devouring worms quietly lay on the ground, as if they were in deep sleep. ¡°Is this¡­¡± An idea flashed into Lightning¡¯s mind. She quickly landed and pushed aside the moss on the ground. A mottled slate appeared in sight. ¡°Oh?¡± Nightingale whistled. ¡°Nice, it seems that we¡¯ve found¡­¡± ¡°The legendary snow mountain ruin!¡± she said with excitement. ¡°What happened?¡± The others arrived one after another. In order not to stretch their formation too loosely, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches had moved at a fixed speed. Walking in the front had always been Elena, which slightly changed Lightning¡¯s opinion on her. ¡°I¡¯ve found Fran, and two monsters who seemed to want to make a meal out of her,¡± Nightingale explained briefly. ¡°Fran is alright, but stuck on the ground. This is already part of the underground ruins, which means enemies could be around. Let¡¯s take Fran out of here as soon as possible and call the First Army to set up sentry posts.¡± Elena nodded, pulled out the heavy sword on her back, and neatly and quickly cut open those resilient jelly things. When Fran¡¯s giant mouth regained its freedom, everybody heard her low growling. ¡°Don¡¯t look up!¡± When Lighting heard it, she had subconsciously raised her head. It was pitch-black overhead, nothing could be seen at first sight. At this spot, the cave extended upward, creating an enormous dome-like space. The Stone of Lighting could only illuminate a very limited space on the ground, offering no detailed vision atop. The next moment, Nightingale felt that the fine hairs on her body rose up. In the darkness, appeared one scarlet eye, then two eyes, three eyes¡­ She did not know how many eyes were staring at her at that moment. She saw those tens of thousands of eyes, like tens of thousands of stars, cohere into a gigantic red plate¡­ which looked like a ¡°Bloody Moon¡±. Chapter 808 Chapter 808: Close Quarter Combat Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Did you hear any sound?¡± Edith looked at Brian who was instructing the soldiers to arrange an underground defense line. ¡°Any sound?¡± Brian stopped what he was doing, looked around in puzzlement, and said, ¡°No, Miss Edith, I haven¡¯t heard anything except the sound of running water.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Edith frowned. ¡°Am I mistaken?¡± ¡°What kind of sound was that?¡± ¡°Like the sound of a horn, very muffled¡­ similar to the sound of water,¡± Edith paused. ¡°It seemed to come from the south.¡± That was the direction where the witches went for a deep exploration. The turbulent underground river went from north to south, and disappeared in the pitch-black underground cave. Although there were weird illuminating plants on both sides of the river, they could not provide light for far away places. The entire waterway was like an entrance to an abyss which devoured everything she saw. ¡°That¡­ I think probably because we¡¯re deep in the mountain, which deprives us the vision of the sky, plus the lack of the light of a fire, you might be hallucinating.¡± Brian smiled thoughtfully. ¡°For the soldiers who have been to a battlefield, this isn¡¯t a big problem. It¡¯s no wonder that you might feel nervous. If you feel uneasy, Miss Margie can accompany you to return to the aisle exit.¡± A familiar look, familiar words¡­ Edith was not surprised by the speech of the Gun Battalion commander. Although she was in light leather armor and a helmet, with a walking sword hanging on her waist, most of the people there still took her as an observer from the City Hall, or¡­ as a pearl-like girl, just like her title, pretty and fragile. That was also the reason why people cared and pleased her all the way. What those people did not understand was that the pearls produced by the giant clams in the Northern Region had been soaked in blood. The blood of fish, of water beasts¡­ or even of the fishermen. That was why they could grow so big, into the size of a fist. Roland Wimbledon was probably the only one who ignored her appearance in the beginning and even took her as an opponent. ¡°Thanks, but I¡¯m better off here. If I run back, doesn¡¯t it mean I¡¯ll humiliate His Majesty¡¯s City Hall?¡± Although Edith did not tell Brian what was in her mind, she rejected his suggestion with a smile. For a moment, Brian was lost in her smile. After a long while, he shunned away in embarrassment. ¡°I don¡¯t think His Majesty or Barov would mind it¡­¡± Brian coughed twice. ¡°I just don¡¯t understand why you came with the First Army to such a dangerous place?¡± ¡°For only in this way could you trust me,¡± Edith said frankly. ¡°W¡­ What?¡± ¡°You must have heard of the Battle of Divine Will,¡± she said calmly. ¡°When such a battle that determines human¡¯s lives comes, it¡¯d be hard for His Majesty to consider every aspect of the war situation. He¡¯ll need many officers to assist him to command the army, and the army will depend on the City Hall for logistics. By that time, will you trust an officer who has fought with you shoulder by shoulder or one who sits in the office every day dealing with paperwork?¡± Brian was startled. After a moment, he said, ¡°You¡¯re really brave to make such a speech.¡± Edith understood what he was referring to. Even an indigenous former Patrol Leader understood what she meant. At best, what she wanted to do was called assistant commanding¡­ or it could be called power interference, which was totally unbearable in the eyes of other lords who claimed total control of their knights. But now, the number of soldiers of the First Army had exceeded 5000, so the knightage¡¯s management method was obviously outdated. As a matter of fact, the Adviser Department assembled by His Majesty was an organization between the army and the City Hall, which was eventually under Roland¡¯s control but the commanding right underneath would further spread. Because Edith understood Roland¡¯s ideas, she dared to make that speech. It was not that she intended to join the Adviser Department, but she wanted to extend her influence as much as possible. ¡°If it was any other kings, I¡¯d definitely not do that, but His Majesty is different¡­¡± Edith said, smiling, ¡°You know that it was me who proposed that anyone who wants to be promoted in City Hall needs to go to a battlefield first. This being said, it¡¯s better that I set an example for the others.¡± ¡°Has His Majesty¡­ agreed?¡± ¡°Not really, but he didn¡¯t object to it.¡± ¡°Um, doesn¡¯t it mean that he agreed?¡± Brian asked confusedly. ¡°In politics, you can¡¯t interpret things this way,¡± Edith said with her hands laid out. ¡°Even an oral commitment may change anytime before it gets written down, let alone the silence the king gave me for my asking.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± The Gun Battalion commander said with mixed feelings, ¡°Politics is really complicated.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true.¡± Apart from that, she also planned to get closer to the witches, to understand their abilities and characters, and to spend more time with them. Undoubtedly, His Majesty had exerted big efforts on the witches, and the construction of Neverwinter could not carry on without the witches. To reach the peak of power, she would need their support. So far, her plan had gone very smoothly. Probably because they were the same gender, her contact with the witches did not draw their rejection, yet Barov was not that lucky. ¡°Are the God¡¯s Punishment Witches the next batch to come?¡± Edith changed the subject. ¡°Yeah, I think so. Miss Margie can only deliver five to six people per time. To set a sentry post, she would have to run about 10 times,¡± Brian replied accordingly. ¡°Where do you think the second machine gun should be positioned?¡± ¡°Somewhere high¡­ Um, I remember there is a suitable location near the rock behind¡­¡± Right when she turned around to observe the cave behind her, an illuminating plant seemed to distort in a certain way, as if something broke the stability of the air, making everything look blurry. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± she asked. Before she could alert the First Army soldiers, the air was again acutely distorted. This time the air behind the machine gun squad members rippled. A light sound came, then a soldier¡¯s head fell off his neck, with a smile frozen on his face. ¡°Enemy attack!¡± Edith shouted out, ¡°It¡¯s invisible!¡± Almost at the same time, two more soldiers¡¯ chests were pierced through. When their blood spurted, the ripple was dyed red. ¡°There is more than one!¡± Edith thought swiftly. Throwing a dagger with one hand toward the place where the first soldier fell, she pulled out her sword and raced to the enemy. When her dagger was knocked away by the invisible thing, she pricked her sword to the root of the ripple from another angle. Edith clearly knew that if they chose to retreat, they would end up being attacked from front and back. There was a bonfire at this place, which was their only source of light to find the enemies¡¯ whereabouts. Without light, they could find no way to resist these nearly invisible monsters, so escaping should be their last choice! While they could roughly locate the enemies, offense was their only chance to win! Through the sword-tip came a sense of softness, as if it was pricked into some skin and flesh, which thrilled Edith. If she was not wrong, whether humans or beasts, the contacting point of a weapon and a body was definitely a weakpoint¡ªsuch as a hand holding a sword or a tip of a claw, which if hurt, would not regain its attacking ability in anytime soon. Just as Edith was about to draw back her sword, a chilly wind swept towards her from another direction, coming at a speed that was so fast that she felt coldness hitting right on her face. ¡°Damn it! This thing has two weapons?¡± Years of experience in fighting and killing made her subconsciously loosen the sword-holding righthand and roll on the ground. At that moment, she felt something touching the back of her head and then her long hair flew about like fallen petals scattering everywhere. Having no time to get up, she shouted at Brian, ¡°Now, shoot in my direction.¡± Chapter 809 Chapter 809: The Moment of Crisis Translator: TransN Editor: Meh By the time that the soldiers realized what was happening, it was too late for them to adjust another machine gun in order to take aim, so they directly pulled out the revolving rifles tied on their backs to fire at the enemy. The long sword shoved in the invisible monster¡¯s body was now giving away its trail, making it an easy target for it to aim at. At such a short distance, Brian and all the other men fire all their bullets at once. The hail of bullets swept over Edith¡¯s head and she could even hear the whoosh sounds as the bullets tore through the air. She turned back and saw the distorted air had solidified as a monster emerged out of the void. It was bloodcurdling. The monster wore a taupe shell all over and was nearly two meters tall while standing. A height that would allow it to tower over most ordinary men. Apart from a pair of forelegs as sharp as sickles, it also had seven or eight pairs of supportive legs sticking out of its abdomen. Luckily, the bullets were fierce enough to pierce through its shell, and they finally cracked open the monster¡¯s thin, long and locust-like head. It twitched a little and fell to the ground, bathed in blood. ¡°Get out of my way!¡± Suddenly, someone roared behind Edith. A heavy sword proceeded the voice, piercing through the air with a strong power that caused the blade to buzz. It smashed right in the space before the first machine gun squad, blowing away the other two monsters and dispelling the invisible rippling air. Hard on the heels of Ashes¡¯ strike, several God¡¯s Punishment Witches moved forward to slash the enemies, tearing their bodies into halves before they managed to get to their feet. ¡°The reinforcements finally arrived.¡± Edith let out a sigh of relief as she realized it. The enemies had lost their advantage of invisibility, plus with their small numbers, it had not taken long before the Transcendent Warriors dismembered all of them. Edith noted that as the monsters inched nearer to the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, their form turned weird, half of their body invisible in the void while the other half was revealed in the light as if their hiding skills had been abated. ¡°Are you alright?¡± Margie pulled Edith to her feet. ¡°We spotted these enemies on the cliff and moved as fast as we could, but we¡¯re still a little too late.¡± ¡°You spotted them with the colorful Magic Stone?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Another tall man came up to her. ¡°Weapons of common people don¡¯t work well in this kind of situation. You¡¯d better inform the people above to bring more God¡¯s Punishment Witches down here.¡± Edith remembered her name was Betty. She asked, ¡°You¡¯re capable of destroying their camouflage?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a trick that works the same way as the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation.¡± The man shrugged. ¡°So far, it can only deactivate their invisibility skill for a short period of time.¡± ¡°But they also wear God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. How could they not see the enemy?¡± Brian asked with his teeth gnashed, as he looked at the three dead men on the ground. ¡°It¡¯s not surprising,¡± Betty answered calmly. ¡°For light, distance, and attention will all affect our sights. A general God¡¯s Stone works only within the area of one or two paces. Since the enemies only exposed in our visions for less than a second, it was reasonable that they couldn¡¯t see the targets, not to mention in such a dim place.¡± Edith could not help sighing. Betty was right. They had not noticed the sickle monsters until they showed their half bodies during the fight. The beasts¡¯ long forelegs and invisibility skills had given them a great advantage. It was undoubtedly too late for ordinary people to react, even though they had sensed something wrong. There would have been no way for the First Army to defeat them unless they had buried God¡¯s Stones beforehand to give them a clearer view to see through the enemies¡¯ disguises. ¡°Damn it!¡± Brian wielded his fist fiercely. ¡°I should have sent down the wire netting first!¡± ¡°I think we should go back. I have a feeling that something unpleasant is going to happen in the hole,¡± Betty urged again. ¡°The weird shriek almost startled the entire snow mountain.¡± ¡°Did you hear that too?¡± Edith asked in surprise. ¡°Losing most of our sense of touch has made our eyes and ears extraordinarily sharp¡­¡± Betty studied Edith for a little while before replying. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that a common person would be capable of hearing the sound too.¡± Sure enough, it was not her illusion to hear the sound. Edith nodded as she removed her God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation and threw it next to the machine gun. She and the other men gathered around Margie who weaved the Magic Ark. Together they descended to the bottom and then ascended along the steep wall. Brian, the leader of the Gun Battalion, was slightly reluctant to hand over the frontline to the Taquila witches, but had to follow the trend. After all, once the God¡¯s Punishment witches were involved in the fight, they could not ignore the witches and fire at the enemies recklessly. The men who were stationed at the Blackstone Pagoda were unclear of the details of the battle at the bottom of the hole, so they kept sending down equipment such as tents, God¡¯s Stones, guns and ammunition etc. After Brian commanded the soldiers to stop transporting, they did not transfer to the vacant steam-engine-powered elevator but continued to ride the Ark to ascend. Just as they were approaching the worm passage, a hail of gunfire broke out above them, causing a sound as if a mighty storm were striking. That meant that the First Army which was guarding at the sentry post, had opened fire without leaving themselves a loop-hole. Their faces changed. Margie pumped up all of her power to accelerate the Ark. As the Magic Ark dashed out of the hole, Edith could not help widening her eyes. Body parts were showering down from the upper cave. Three machine gun squads that were lined up in one formation were firing at the pitch-dark ceiling of the cave under Sylvie¡¯s command. The revolvers and precision shooting squad concentrated on handling the blind corners above them, firing at the cave wall without taking aim. ¡°What are you fighting against?¡± Brian caught one man and asked. ¡°Demonic beasts, my lord!¡± the man reported as he was loading ammunition. ¡°A pack of demonic beasts charged down from snow mountain!¡± ¡°Damn it! Why do they bother us at this time?¡± A thought suddenly flashed through Edith¡¯s mind. ¡°Could the muffled buzz be the sound of it summoning its own kind?¡± It was something she had read from His Majesty¡¯s book, a unique sound in this world that was inaudible to the human ear but was particularly clear to some creatures. Some species were even able to make such sounds to help them communicate with each other in their own way. Was it possible that the sound they had heard was a kind of signal between the same species? However, Misfortunes did not come alone. When Brian was watching the battle, one man ran in and reported to him, ¡°My lord, Lady Maggie spotted the abnormal trail of demonic beasts in the east to Misty Forest. They seemed to be marching on the snow mountain, moving towards Neverwinter as we expected.¡± ¡°What? This¡­¡± The leader of Gun Battalion was stunned for a moment. ¡°My lord?¡± the man asked urgently. ¡°What do we do?¡± ¡°How can this¡­ How can this be¡­¡± Brian muttered repeatedly, his face grim, his forehead sweaty. Edith frowned at Brian¡¯s inexperienced behavior. In her view, a leader should never wear a bewildered look openly, especially in front of his men. ¡°Ahem,¡± she interrupted, ¡°things are simpler than you think. First, if we summon back the First Army deployed outside the snow mountain and gather them to guard the cave, the battlefront will be much smaller and only a few machine guns will be needed to stifle the attack of the demonic beasts.¡± Brian turned to look at her. It took him a long while, but he managed to compose himself. ¡°Exa-Exactly,¡± he stuttered. ¡°Second, tell Lady Maggie to contact His Majesty and ask for reinforcements, just in case. After all, our ammunition and food are supplied through Redwater River. Once we give up the entrenched passage, our battle couldn¡¯t last long because of the lack of replenishment.¡± Edith said calmly and clearly. ¡°The beasts can¡¯t swim, so we should keep the cement ships and deploy a dozen of men who will help to pin down the enemy as well as guide the reinforcements.¡± ¡°Lady Sylvie¡¯ll be responsible for annihilating the demonic beasts on the ceiling of the cave. Temporarily, we should collect everyone¡¯s God¡¯s Stones and bury them at the sentry post in case of sneak attack from the enemy. Lastly, remember to send the Taquila witches to the bottom of the hole to support Betty so that she¡¯ll have enough men to march on the south of the riverway to look for Agatha and the other witches.¡± Edith¡¯s composed voice eased the tension and discomposure among the crowd. ¡°We must send the witches to Betty as soon as possible. If I¡¯m not wrong, the source of the weird sound will be the key to solving our problem.¡± Brian inhaled deeply and said, ¡°I see. Let¡¯s do as you suggested.¡± Chapter 810 Chapter 810: A Dilemma Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Uh¡­ I feel so¡­ disgusting.¡± Agatha covered her mouth and retched as she crept along the worm carrier¡¯s narrow esophagus to get out. ¡°I feel like I was in some kind of mucus-filled bag that was flung onto the wall dozens of times.¡± ¡°You couldn¡¯t find any words better than that?¡± Nightingale asked as she walked out of her Mist leisurely.She stared at the others who were bathed in mucus. ¡°If Fran hadn¡¯t collapsed the cave¡¯s mouth, we¡¯d be in great danger.¡± The advantage of walking in the Mist, that enabled her to travel seamlessly between spaces, had saved her from needing to hide in the carrier¡¯s stomach. Ultimately saving her from being bathed in the foul and corrupted mucus. ¡°Sorry¡­ did I act impulsively?¡± Fran asked warily, however, Agatha was too busy retching from the stench to reply. ¡°For me, it was okay.¡± Lightning said as she wiped mucus from her hair before smelling it. ¡°Being swallowed by a giant worm and then crawling out safely is an unparalleled experience, an adventure that no other explorers have gotten to taste.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be too greedy.¡± Elena rolled her eyes and said to Agatha, ¡°For us, who have no senses, even smelling the reek and feeling the clammy touch is enviable.¡± Other God¡¯s Punishment Witches echoed her sentiment. ¡°Fine¡­ let us say no more.¡± Agatha coughed and interrupted in a hoarse voice, ¡°On to the next problem, what should we do?¡± There was fear lingering in every witch¡¯s heart as they recalled the accident from minutes ago. Despite Fran¡¯s quick warning, in that moment, the instinct to turn their eyes towards the source of the weird buzzing was faster than their minds could process the warning. As a result, more than one of them failed to keep their head down as the sound rang out. No one had been able to see the actual visage of the monster, all they could see was it¡¯s ten thousand scarlet eyes. They believed that the cluster of eyes belonged to the watchful Multi-eyed Demon that had coiled on the top of the tower. The only image they could associate it with was the black stone tower that had been swallowed by the worm. However, unlike the ordinary Multi-eyed Demon, the scope of this one¡¯s eyes had been much wider, as if the demon¡¯s body had been flattened and considerably stretched. After the buzzing had subsided a large number of hybrid demonic beasts emerged from the deep ruins and charged towards them. All Nightingale had been able to see while she was in the Mist was the sudden appearance of numerous magic power light spots. They had abruptly appeared out of the void and from every corner of the cave. They had come from the stone walls, the streaming water, and the dark dome. The monsters had gathered together, creating bright streams, and their noisy, raspy roars drowned out the tinkling of the running water. It had been as if the entire mountain had come alive to chase off the intruders. In that moment of peril, it had been Fran who made the executive decision. She swallowed everyone, except for Nightingale, and turned so she could bore into the cave wall. Once her whole body had been submerged in the stone wall, the demonic beasts approached and started to snap at her tail fiercely. Even with Nightingale proving cover, she had been able to drive away so many enemies. Although she had been in pain, Fran persisted and tunneling about 30 feet into the rock formation before she rolled back onto her rear and smashed the demonic beasts with her giant body. Subsequently, she gathered all of her strength into her tail and whipped it hard against the ceiling of the tunnel, knocking down the stones. By blocking the mouth of the tunnel, she finally eliminated some enemies. During the struggle, the witches hiding in Fran¡¯s stomach had had an unforgettable experience. They tumbled and rocked inside the worm while she was fighting and they nearly threw up. As if the rolling and whipping wasn¡¯t enough, they had also been confined next to the rotting meat that was in the digestive cavity and it had reeked. Ultimately, at least, all of them were safe. ¡°First we have to figure out what¡¯s going on.¡± Elena looked at Fran, ¡°How did you get stuck down here?¡± ¡°I think the rock formation must have been eroded by years of water washing so it collapsed abruptly as I twirled in the passage. It all happened so fast that I was already fallin by the time I realized what had happened. Then I knocked into something and blacked out,¡± Fran said limply. ¡°When I woke up, I found myself being transporting by dozens of invisible worms and then they left me in this place.¡± ¡°I see¡­ They¡¯ve taken you as a vacant carrier.¡± Elena raised her eyebrows, ¡°At least, we¡¯re lucky.¡± ¡°We¡¯re indeed, very lucky, especially since we were not eaten on the spot,¡± Fran muttered. ¡°It¡¯s a pity that I accidentally glanced up at the ceiling of the cave when I was about to escape. ¡°Is it really a watchful Magic Eye?¡± Agatha asked in a deep voice. ¡°I don¡¯t know. The moment I saw it, it spotted me as well, but I¡¯m not sure what it really was. This monster was much bigger than the Multi-eyed Demon.¡± Fran sighed, exhaling a nasty wind that assaulted the people around her. ¡°Ah, sorry¡­ since Elena and the other God¡¯s Punishment witches lost their smell a long time ago, I stopped paying it any attention¡­¡± ¡°Ahem, it¡¯s fine.¡± Ice Witch Agatha held her breath for a long time before saying, ¡°Did you happen to get an overall view of the monster?¡± ¡°After I had been bound, it landed and took its time as it bathed in the lake¡­¡± Fran paused for a moment as she looked for the words. ¡°I don¡¯t know how to describe it. The monster looked like a failed experiment, it¡¯s like a lump of flattened guts that has been laid over the body of the Multi-eyed Demon. The two parts don¡¯t mesh naturally and they look more like a forceful patchwork. I also noticed that it had tentacles writhing in the gaps between the parts. I am not sure if they were living worms or a physical part of the monster. Regardless, that lump of the guts was much larger than the Multi-eyed Demon, even bigger than the Fearful Beast of Hell.¡± ¡°Is it possible that the monster is consuming demons?¡± Nightingale frowned, ¡°I believe it can¡¯t be considered a simple hybrid demonic beast.¡± ¡°I think we should figure out how to get out of here before we try to figure out what it is.¡± Elena patted Fran¡¯s huge mouth. ¡°Next time, remember to alert us before telling us the details. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Fran answered gloomily. ¡°Can you move now?¡± ¡°I can¡¯t. I¡¯ve run myself out¡­¡± Fran shook her head. ¡°I consumed all the food in my stomach during the time we have been trapped here, so I need food for fuel.¡± ¡°What if we give you the last of our food?¡± Lightning suggested. ¡°That¡¯s barely enough for her to tunnel 100 steps.¡± Elena took a deep breath, ¡°All we can do is wait or risk it and break out.¡± ¡°Waiting isn¡¯t safe either,¡± Agatha said calmly. ¡°The space in here is too small and we¡¯ll all suffocate in less than a day if we don¡¯t find a way out.¡± ¡°Even if Sylvie manages to locate us, they will have to destroy the beasts before they can try to save us.¡± She paused, ¡°Don¡¯t forget the enemy also possesses devouring worm carriers.¡± ¡°Unfortunately, if we charge out now, it¡¯s unlikely we won¡¯t be devoured by the numerous beasts.¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Witches hesitated. ¡°Besides¡­ what do we do about Fran? She can¡¯t escape and there¡¯s no way for her to defend herself from so many enemies.¡± ¡°Anyway¡­ let me check the situation outside first.¡± Nightingale turned, unwilling to be involved in this dilemma. ¡°If you guys figure out a way to escape, don¡¯t worry about me,¡± Fran said suddenly. ¡°Taquila witches don¡¯t fear death. I¡¯ll always belong to them no matter what I¡¯ve become. By the way, I¡¯ve got something else in my stomach that may be of some help.¡± She wriggled her body, slowly spitting out several sticky iron boxes. ¡°What¡¯s¡­¡± ¡°The garrison supplies that the First Army asked me to carry,¡± Fran said, coughing. ¡°They said these things were too heavy to carry and asked me for help, so I swallowed all of them.¡± Agatha opened the boxes one by one¡ªthere were building tools and materials in them, such as shovels, spades, wire nettings, etc. As the things in the last box were revealed, Agatha froze for a moment. The iron box was not very large but it was especially heavy. Apart from the shockproof wheat-straw stuffing, there were a dozen wooden boxes labeled ¡°the second chemistry plant, sample 64, qualified¡±. If she remembered correctly, most of the nitrogen generated during decomposition had been sent to this factory. This box actually held explosives. Chapter 811 Chapter 811: Battle in the Mist Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You mean these things are capable of cracking the mountain and the earth?¡± Elena widened her eyes after she heard the Ice Witch¡¯s concise introduction about the explosives. She condemned angrily, ¡°What if these things explode in Fran¡¯s stomach? How could they not think of that?¡± Fran¡¯s giant body could not help quivering at the thought. ¡°It¡¯s the lab sample that easily explodes,¡± Agatha said as she rummaged through the box for a bag of copper pipe and showed it to Elena, ¡°not these kind of explosives, which won¡¯t ignite on ordinary impact or heat. The only way to make them explode is to put these pipes in explosive containers.¡± The explosives had aroused the other God¡¯s Punishment Witches¡¯ interest, who had heard of the splendid scene of the artillery exercise long ago from Phyllis, the God¡¯s Punishment Witch who they called No. 76. They had witnessed the First Army¡¯s battle against the incursion of demonic beasts a few times since moving to the Western Region of Graycastle and were not unfamiliar with gunpowder. But this was their first time to be so close to this kind of weapon. ¡°Is it really okay to burn it? The thing that can create such a loud sound when it explodes should be very volatile at ordinary times.¡± ¡°It looks very much like a brick¡­¡± ¡°How to make it work? Does it explode once the copper pipe is put into it?¡± ¡°Who dares to do that?¡± The questions troubled Agatha too, for she only knew the general principle of those firearms that His Majesty had made. Her knowledge of how to use it was no more than her Taquila fellows. ¡°The thing with the red mark on it is the detonator that must be ignited for it to work.¡± Lightning suddenly leaned over and said professionally, ¡°The blue-marked one is the detonator that is needed to pull out the string to trigger it. I remember there is another kind of detonator with a yellow mark that will be activated by electric current, but this bag only has the red and blue ones.¡± That got Agatha amazed, and she blurted out, ¡°How did you know that?¡± ¡°Because I¡¯m an explorer!¡± The young girl touched her nose. ¡°I was basically present at every new weapon test that the First Army held.¡± ¡°So, should we bury these things in the cave mouth beforehand and blow our way out or cast them along the way as we retreat and carry Fran with us?¡± Elena tried to work out a solution. ¡°If the explosive could hold back the enemies, I believe 10 God¡¯s Punishment Witches are able to move Fran.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, leave me behind¡­¡± ¡°Shut up!¡± Elena cut in. ¡°Even though we¡¯re not afraid of sacrifice, we¡¯ll never give up our companions easily. Don¡¯t forget what Lady Eleanor has told us.¡± ¡°Every witch is of equal importance.¡± The rest of the people joined in and nodded. ¡°I¡¯m afraid¡­ neither of your plans work,¡± Lightning muttered. ¡°One bag of explosives is enough to tear us into pieces if you set it to work at the mouth of such a small cave. But if we put the explosives in a larger cave, the explosion will be unsatisfying.¡± She looked at the shovels and spades on the ground and went on, ¡°The explosives should have been used to make caves or open passages. They¡¯re not formal weapons, and the fire and air current created in the explosion is only able to kill the beasts within 10 paces.¡± A silence came over them, who knew that the explosion might be fearsome enough to drive away general beasts, but not the swarm of demonic beasts that were obviously summoned by the monster on the dome of the cave. They¡¯ll never stand a chance to get out unless most of those demonic beasts were destroyed. ¡°Maybe we have one more choice.¡± Nightingale chimed in suddenly. ¡°Bring down their boss.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ the monster dwelling in the dome?¡± Elena frowned. ¡°We can¡¯t fly.¡± ¡°Even if you could fly, that¡¯s too dangerous!¡± Agatha said before Lightning found her words. ¡°It¡¯s not a defensive battle where we have support whenever we ask. We all know that it¡¯s not uncommon that some hybrid demonic beasts are able to fly, and Lightning loses her speed and flying height considerably as long as she¡¯s load-bearing, so it¡¯s highly possible that she¡¯ll never get herself close to the monster once the enemies spot her and besiege her.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not proposing to make Lightning do it,¡± Nightingale said word by word. ¡°I¡¯m planning to put this bag of explosive into the monster¡¯s mouth with my own hand, given it does have a mouth.¡± ¡°You?¡± Agatha was shocked. ¡°Don¡¯t be ridiculous¡­ You should know that your Mist can¡¯t hide anything in front of Magic Eyes. Wherever you see it, it notices you too.¡± ¡°Its ability to see me doesn¡¯t mean that its underlings can notice me. I¡¯m confident that I can get through them, even if they are under their boss¡¯s order to intercept me.¡± She paused. ¡°Do remember that the Mist can do much more than concealing.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± A cacophony coming from the rock formation interrupted Agatha¡¯s next words. It sounded as though numerous cicada were eating leaves, or gravel was clashing, being smashed and ground. The witches¡¯ faces changed. The sound was not unfamiliar to them. ¡°Damn it. They¡¯ve sent the devouring worm,¡± Elena said with a stern face. ¡°The enemy is coming. Get yourself ready.¡± A worm carrier was hardly a threat, but as soon as their concealed vantage point was uncovered, they were to be faced with endless demonic beasts that traveled through the worm¡¯s stomach. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me. No one is more competent in this kind of mission. Back at the time when the Witch Cooperation Association was running in the old king¡¯s city, my title was well-known everywhere in the central region of the kingdom,¡± Nightingale said as she packed four bags of explosives in her bag and bound it tightly on her back. ¡°At that time, people used to call me ¡®Shadow Killer¡¯.¡± ¡°Wait¡­¡± ¡°Rest assured. I¡¯ll finish that deformed thing before the worm tunnels its way here.¡± Before Agatha could say anything to stop her, she disappeared into thin air. The last sight Agatha had of Nightingale was a thumbs up. ¡­ In the world of black and white, directions meant nothing to Nightingale, and everywhere would become flat and level if she wished. It felt as though she was the manipulator of this world where everything was under her order. Passing through the collapsed stones, she straightway jumped up to the steep cliff and rushed to the dome of the cave. Suddenly, her vision changed the angle by 90 degrees. The monster that should have been above her hid somewhere was ahead of her now. The turbulent underground river looked like a ribbon beset on the precipice, while the broad subterranean lake now rose up like a huge window. By then, she had caught sight of the monster, and it had her in sight as well. Nightingale did not look away. With her eyes fixed on the monster¡¯s star-like eyes, she sped up to it. In the Mist, the glare radiated from the monster¡¯s powerful Magic Cyclone and looked like a bloody moon, outshining the crowded light spots. This monster could not be a simple hybrid demonic beast, she thought. Its magic power outperformed even Anna¡¯s. For a moment, Nightingale sensed her mind had been connected with the monster¡¯s. The feeling was chaotic and unspeakable, but she was sure that both of them had received the undisguised hostility from each other. She grinned. The monster raised its tentacles. With a low roar, the demonic beasts in the cave flocked to her. Chapter 812 Chapter 812: Segmentation Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Nightingale soon discovered that she was right. Most demonic hybrid beasts could not locate her, so hardly any beasts could clamber onto the cliff to block her. The flying beasts swooping in the mid-air looked terrifying but always missed her like an arrow that missed its target. As long as she kept moving, it was uneasy for those beasts to hold her back. The only beasts that could ¡°spot¡± her were those mutated ones with sickle-shaped forelegs. They writhed their robust bodies and nailed their supportive legs in the stones so that they were able to move about the cliff. Under the command of the monster, they moved towards the dome of the cave, intercepting Nightingale and the alerted Magic Eye. She had to destroy those beasts before meeting head-on the monster. The vast dome of the cave had become Nightingale¡¯s personal battlefield. Fighting alone had been an experience she had not had for a long time. She had been walking alone in the Mist in the past and had been forced to serve her wicked aristocratic relatives until Wendy had found her and helped her out of such miseries. But her feeling at present was dramatically different from the feeling she had had when she had roamed in the Silver City. Alone she was, she felt no boredom or hatred in the least, for she volunteered to participate in this dangerous duel without being compelled or threatened. Her mind was saturated with the faith to protect her companions. Nightingale did not feel alone at all, for she was in the protective suit made by Soraya, with the explosives produced by Agatha in her bag, and the gun designed by Roland around her waist, which was engraved with the words ¡°To Veronica¡±. All of these gears gave her a feeling that everyone was fighting alongside her. As she revolved a multitude of thoughts in her head, the enemies were drawing near. The beasts started to close up, their sickle-shaped forelegs in the air. There was a total of 16 of them. Nightingale took out the pistol, pulled the safety, and waited until the nearest beast was within a few paces. Then she went out of the Mist as she pulled the trigger. The beast lurched to her at the same time. Its powerful tail and supportive legs enabled them to dash forward. The strike was completed in a split second, as quick as a predator plunging at its prey. It was more like that the beast struck the bullet itself than the other way around. Even though the beast was shot, the shockwave of the bullet could still wound Nightingale. But she had prepared for this. The moment the bullet left the muzzle, Nightingale re-entered the Mist and stepped onto a fast receding borderline that represented the contour of the earth. This was perfect timing. An outsider might think she leaped backward all of a sudden for a few meters; but in fact, it was the ground underneath that was moving backward. ¡°Bang!¡± The bullet smashed into the sickle monster¡¯s pointy head and blew it up. Its shell and brain splashed like a blooming flower. The magic glow dissipated quickly and its invisible body twitched and reappeared. The lifeless beast fell to the subterranean lake like a stone dropping into the water. Yet in Nightingale¡¯s eyes, the dead body moved headlong upward, as if it were sucked down to the bottom of the surging lake. Taking advantage of the changeable lines in the Mist in this way, Nightingale chased and fought against her enemies. Even though the beasts moved very fast, they succumbed to the negative impact of the gravity. When Nightingale lured them into the battlefield on which they had had a fight earlier, they had to slow down to make sure their legs were deeply rooted in the rock, as the previous battle, which had left hundreds of holes in the rocky walls, greatly reduced the friction between their legs and the surface. But her tactics were not flawless. Because she had to step out of the Mist and expose herself temporarily to fire at the enemy, she had drawn increasing numbers of beasts to her. What was worse, she had become more vulnerable to the flying demonic beasts because those deformed winged monsters had started to hover in the air close to the dome to bide their time, rather than ¡°swoop down¡± blindly as they did before. When she fired at the enemies, those flying beasts would dodge the bullet so that she had to hide in the Mist again to relocate her target. Sometimes she had to relay on the borderline in the Mist to dodge the massive attacks from the enemies. Nightingale got injured in less than seven minutes after the battle began. After all, she could not find a good hiding spot in the Mist every time after she fired. The change of the lines in the Mist was not subject to her will, so the misty world was as perilous to her as to everybody else. A battle of such high intensity was a challenge both to her physical strength and her mentality. The greatest injury was to her ribs. She had failed to dodge a strike when being besieged by two flying beasts. Their razor-sharp claws had torn her coat, leaving a deep cut from her flank to her waist. The coated protective suit made by Soraya had saved her from being gutted, but the coating could not block the power of the strike. The pain almost took away her breath, and she had to rest for a long time to recover herself. Evidently, it was Multi-eyed Demon that manipulated the frantic demonic hybrid beasts, for those hybrid beasts, which were usually prone to fight against each other, actually worked together and launched fierce and continuous attacks this time. That made Nightingale even more determined to destroy the demon. She did not understand why it would rather hide in this Great Snow Mountain than attack Neverwinter. But the demonic beasts with a commander would be a great threat to Prince Roland. Her 10 bullets had all been used up, and there were still four sickle monsters left ¡ª10 of the beasts had been killed directly by the bullets, and two fell into the lake during the battle. Judging from the turbulent currents of the lake, Nightingale believed that the two beasts barely got a chance to survive and come back to the battle. The violent attack from the demonic beasts left Nightingale no time to reload the bullets, and neither did she intend to. She tucked the pistol back to her belt and leaped over an invisible beast and reached its back when a swarm of demonic hybrid beasts came to her. She then pulled the invisible beast into the misty world. The beast got shocked as his vision changed from the battlefield to the world of black and white. Nightingale¡¯s magic power streamed from her fingertips. The following beasts that clashed with the first one were all pulled into the mist subsequently. As the number of the beasts entering the Mist increased, her magic power exceeded the consumption limit and began to drain. Just at that moment, one of the lines constituting the dome the misty world curled up and went flying toward her. This was the moment she had been waiting for. As more beasts had been pulled into the misty world, her magic power quickly drained and the misty world became unstabilized. The twisting lines had thus become a lethal weapon, although at other times they helped her leap a few meters away. The white line swept over the beasts, and their figures suddenly froze. It was like those beasts had vanished instantly, and in a split second, a ¡°blank space¡± emerged in the sky of the misty world. But when the beasts reappeared, the weirdest thing happened. The lower parts of their bodies remained in the place where they had disappeared, while the upper parts several meters away as if a sharp longsword had cut all of them into halves with one swing and the body parts had been transported and floated in the air. The bodies suspended for a few seconds before they hailed down into the lake, creating numerous water columns. Chapter 813 Chapter 813: ¡°Monster¡± Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Suddenly, Nightingale¡¯s view was no longer obscured. Seeing this shocking event unfold, the demonic beasts slowed down and instead of crazily trying to surround her, they refused to move forward as if they were scared of her. These demonic hybrids were scared. The monster hanging on top of the cave waved its tentacles and roared furiously, but it didn¡¯t achieve the desired effect. The only ones who still followed its orders were three sickle monsters. They were now powerless and could no longer threaten Nightingale. The tight line of defense had now been broken. No enemy could now stop her. Nightingale gathered what was left of her magic power and rushed towards the dome center. As she was closing in, she finally understood what Fran meant by abnormal. The opponent was not so much a creature as it was a pile of exposed organs. It had neither epidermis nor muscular tissue while vascular intestines, tentacles, and organs that couldn¡¯t even be named were all stacked up, looking both unstable and horrible. Obviously, throwing explosives into the monster¡¯s mouth was not possible. Nightingale turned her gaze to a pack of vibrating ¡°meatballs¡±. Although she was not certain whether it was a vital organ of the monster or not, it was at least placed much deeper and had flowing magic light inside. She guessed that the explosion of the explosives would inevitably cause more damage there. It was a risky plan, but she only had one chance. This fight required one fatal blow. The more she was closing in, the more she could feel its size. Those complex intestines were as thick as a house while the rest of the stacked up organs looked like a castle. The only difference was that this castle was alive. Seeing that the sickle monsters could not stop her, the monster started moving. It shot several slender tentacles from within its body, trying to stop Nightingale. Some of the tentacles were like steel whips, which could easily break the rocks in the mountain, but were not very difficult to deal with. As long as she observed the silhouette of these tentacles in advance, she could use the empty spaces between them to avoid them. It was similar to penetrating a wall. A few tentacles that contained magic power and could use different abilities were a different problem all together. Those colorful magical beams were particularly striking in the black and white world and Nightingale definitely did not want to experience what was like to get hit by them, so she used flash to avoid them. This, in turn, would greatly increase the consumption of her magic power. Thankfully, the distance between the monster and her was not huge. Only a few moments had passed before she stepped on the monster¡¯s huge body, who roared furiously, but in fear of hurting itself, stopped attacking recklessly with its tentacles. Nightingale instantly felt very relieved. She didn¡¯t hesitate to open her backpack, took out a pack of explosives, and rushed straight towards the meatballs. She pulled off her next moves instantaneously. She pulled the fuse, stuffed the green smoked explosive and the backpack into the meatballs, and then returned to the misty world, hanging upside down. Then, she pushed with both of her feet and lunged towards the underground lake like an arrow. The monster also noticed her movements but it did not seem to understand why the enemy would try so hard to get near just to leave a moment later without doing anything. As for the bag, in the monster¡¯s eyes, there was no threat at all. For a moment, it even forgot to move its tentacles to chase after the witch who was quickly falling. The most dangerous place in the misty world was in midair. She would break into pieces if she hit some airflow silhouettes when she was falling and so she stopped exerting her ability and waved goodbye to the monster. Curiously, at that moment, she thought of Roland. Whenever they were testing gunpowder, he would always turn his back to the testing ground and say that real warriors never looked at an explosion. Even though both Agatha and her would roll their eyes at him, he didn¡¯t mind as if he had just completed a ritual that only he knew about. Thinking about that, Nightingale coudn¡¯t help but smile. But right now, she didn¡¯t want to imitate him. It was not about being a real warrior or not. She simply wanted to watch the monster explode into pieces. Just as soon as the sound between the lake and the underground river meeting eachother could be heard, a red light suddenly lit up the ceiling of the dark cave. In a place where there was never daylight, a ray of light seemed as bright as the dawn. The darkness quickly faded, leaving behind the long shadows and for the first time, bright waves appeared on the lake¡¯s surface. What followed was a thunderous roar¡ª Suddenly, the whole cave shook! Nightingale clearly saw, among the dazzleing fireworks, the body of the monster convolsuing fiercely, as if it was suffering greatly. Half of the ¡°Bloody Moon¡± covering the dome suddenly disappeared and some of the organs were shot out like volcanic eruptions. As for the area close to the explosion, it was instantly set on fire, generating a thick , dark smoke. Splash! She crashed into the water. The world momentarily became quiet, leaving only the sound of her beating heart. The fast spinning of the water formed a bottomless black hole under her body and it seemed like it wanted to drag her into the abyss. In the face of such force, any struggle would be meaningless. But, thankfully, Nightingale was prepared. She released what little of her magic power that was left to summon the Mist and used the spiraling white lines to climb to the surface as if climbing the stairs. At this point, the magic power in her body had been completely depleted and the after effects of overuse began to appear. Her brain was attacked by intense pain and dizziness, her limbs could not stop trembling, and she could hardly control her body anymore. As she struggled to get to the lakeshore, Nightingale knew she was running out of strength. Before losing consciousness, she saw a worm breaking through the wall and a golden figure flying towards her in a hurry. ¡­ ¡°Nightingale¡­ Is she ok?¡± Fran asked anxiously. ¡°It¡¯s nothing serious, she just exhausted her magic power,¡± Agatha briefly examined Nightingale and then handed her to the God¡¯s Punishment Witch, ¡°You carry her. We must leave this place at once.¡± When Nightingale left, everyone decided that no matter what, they would go to meet her after the explosion and decided to let Fran eat all their remaining food. Even though it was not certain she could find a way out, she could still crawl with them to the camp site. But they did not expect the explosion to be so effective. It not only stopped the worm carrier inside the walls, but it also made the rest of the demonic beasts flee the area. ¡°Leave her to me,¡± Elena personally took Nightingale. After witnessing the battle, the Taquila survivors became more respectful toward the blond witch. ¡°Don¡¯t we need to finish it off?¡± Lightning looked at the struggling monster, as if not satisfied, ¡°It doesn¡¯t seem to be dead.¡± ¡°Dying beasts are the most dangerous and you can only bring one pack of explosives at most, so it¡¯s better not take this risk,¡± Agatha said with a deep voice, ¡°by the time the First Army has been assembled, it¡¯ll be dead sooner or later. ¡°Uhm¡­ fine,¡± the little girl hesitated before nodding. Just when everyone was ready to leave, the monster suddenly issued a cry. Following the dull and muddy sound, the lake suddenly changed. Under the sparkling flames, a huge skeleton came out of the water and opened a row of rib claws towards the top of the cave. Even in such a fast current of water, it remained steady. The monster loosened its tentacles that were clining to the top of the cave and fell into the skeleton. The sinking skeleton suddenly stirred up layers of waves, making the lake water push toward the shore. Even the surging underground river flowed backwards for a time. The ribs began to close, as if wrapping up the monster into a package and then slowly sunk back into the lake. The instant it came into contact with the water, the burning flames on the monster turned into white smoke and emitted a pungent odor. Right before the monster vanished, everyone saw its densely packed eyes. Although half of them were gone, the rest of the eyes expressed a strong sense of hatred toward them. Moments later, the swirling lake engulfed the monster as if it had never appeared. Chapter 814 Chapter 814: Impartial person Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°The demonic beasts have fled! They all fled!¡± Cheers were heard across the battlefield. The demonic beasts that were previously gathered at the entrance of the cave had all fled away leaving several corpses behind them. The machine gunner released the trigger only to find out that his finger joint had gone numb. Because there was no time to change the gun barrel, it had turned red which, according to the shooting regulations, meant that it was scrapped. ¡°Their numbers were intimidating, but once we start fighting them, they didn¡¯t look so scary.¡± ¡°The Church¡¯s God¡¯s Punishment Army was much more fierce.¡± ¡°They are only beasts after all.¡± ¡°Beasts? Why are you talking nonsense? Go fight them with a bow if you dare. Three years ago, these things were terrorizing the Western Region. Everything changed because of His Majesty, do you understand!¡± ¡°Ye-Yes, Captain!¡± ¡°Instead of celebrating, change the gun barrel.¡± Edith was standing in the back of the battlefield. She had a thoughtful look while watching the busy yet orderly First Army. After following Roland¡¯s army to participate in the Tooth Extraction Campaign and the Church¡¯s destruction, she always tried to imagine how would she command the army in order to achieve the maximum effectiveness of the firearms. Without a doubt, this was a completely new kind of army and so the combat strategy was different from that of the knightages and the mercenaries from before. It was not easy to forget her previous successful experience of fighting through charging, relying on excellent weapons, and personal bravery. But when she realized that knights could no longer compete against the new army, she promptly discarded all of her previous experience and started watching all of His Majesty¡¯s actions closely. Through today¡¯s battle, she was able to verify that her thinking was basically correct. The most notable feature of the firearms was their ability to kill opponents with extreme efficiency before they could get closer without regard to the spacing between soldiers and their physical condition. Therefore, the narrower the shooting area, the more intense the firepower would be. As long as the ammunition supply did not stop, they could fire from morning to night. Two platoons of soldiers could be arranged in a battlefield where previously only three to four knights would be able to charge from. They could only arrange three machine guns not because more could not fit but due to limited ammunition. But even so, their fierce firepower still made it hard for the demonic hybrids to advance¡ªthey did not even get tired or need to aim. They just had to pull the trigger. Whenever the opponents were too close together, she would even see a thick blood red mist arising in the entrance. If His Majesty was in command, he wouldn¡¯t have done anything different. The only thing she did not understand was the behavior of the demonic beasts. Obviously, some of them had basic intelligence. When it got difficult to attack the cave entrance, many of the demonic hybrids began to wander outside the cave, occasionally howling, but still not advancing as if they were encouraging the other demonic beasts to sacrifice themselves. But since they had the ability to think, why did they still obey the weird commanding voices? The demonic beasts apparently did not need a relationship between lords and subjects, which was about mutual support and protection. As long as they escaped into the Barbarian Land, they could totally survive alone, unlike humans who had to be part of a group in order to survive. Could it be that there was an inexplicable connection between the demonic beasts and the owner of that voice whose importance was above the beasts¡¯ own survival? It was hard for her to imagine that. She thought she should ask His Majesty Roland after the search was completed. Currently, the only thing in Neverwinter that she found surprising and hard to figure out was His Majesty¡¯s thoughts. Whenever they were talking, she would always ponder over the same question: how vast could the human mind be? ¡°Miss Edith, you were very helpful this battle¡­¡± Brian¡¯s voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned around and saw the young officer¡¯s face full of gratitude. ¡°I¡¯ll definitely mention your contribution to His Majesty in the battle report!¡± ¡°I only did my job,¡± Edith smiled, ¡°I wasn¡¯t sure it would be successful at that time so you don¡¯t need to mention my suggestion in the report.¡± ¡°Unacceptable!¡± Brian shook his head again and again. ¡°His Majesty said that in the army, the result and not the process is the only thing that matters. A victory is a victory. If I don¡¯t mention your contribution, then I¡¯m no different than a thief. Plus, it¡¯s also unfair to you!¡± ¡°Fine¡­ ¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region shrugged. ¡°If you insist.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± At this point, he paused and then made a military salute. ¡°Furthermore, I now understand more what you said before about trust. The First Army thanks you for your advice. I¡¯ll leave now as I also have many things to attend to.¡± Looking at the captain leaving, Edith suddenly understood why His Majesty chose a patrol captain of the border to serve as an important military officer. Battle achievements were the basis for the knights when requesting a reward from the lord and the last thing they would want was to share with others. There were countless cases that involved faking and lying, and not even her trustees could resolve them. In general, though the First army was different in many aspects, promotions and rewards were still linked to battle achievements. She was not a member of the army so even if the other party had completely concealed this matter, she wouldn¡¯t have personally argued her case to His Majesty. To be able to calmly share with others whatever benefits he had gained just to be fair, in fact, compared to other knights, this former patrol captain was actually much more of a knight. Loyal to his king and honest, this was probably why Roland entrusted him with such an important task. Commanding and knowledge could both be learned, but a person¡¯s character was hard to change. Edith had noticed very early on that the spirit and manner of His Majesty¡¯s First Army were completely different from those of the knights. It was something new completely. Probably the key to creating such an army was abandoning the noble¡¯s power and selecting only civilians to enlist, coupled with the ideological education in the primary textbooks. And now, she had also left her name in the army. ¡­ Half a day later, Roland received intelligence that the situation had been resolved. At this point, the one hundred emergency reinforcements had already embarked on the boat while the rest of the reinforcements were also preparing their belongings, waiting for the dispatching order. Even the newcomers of the Witch Union¡ªAnnie, Broken Sword and the rest were prepared to go support them. From the City Hall to the First Army, the whole of Neverwinter was nervous as if the city had been attacked by demonic beasts, but in the end, it all proved to be just a false alarm. The messenger was, once again, Maggie. Looking at her tilted head and slightly opened mouth, Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. He took out some beef from the drawer and threw it on the table. She immediately picked it up happily. However, taking morale into account, he eventually did not order the first platoon to return but instead replaced Annie¡¯s team with Soraya and Summer in order to conduct a more comprehensive exploration of the ruins. Chapter 815 Chapter 815: Discoveries and Decisions Translator: TransN Editor: Meh In the next three days, the reports and messages about the exploration in the Great Snow Mountain had been sent back to Neverwinter one after another . Roland had felt his heart skipping a beat the moment he had heard that Nightingale had exhausted her magic power and passed out during a fight. Fortunately, she had been alright when this news had arrived. In order to reassure His Majesty, she had also asked Maggie to let Roland know that she was alright. The exploration results showed that inside the Great Snow Mountain there was indeed a city in ruins, which was left by the underground civilization. However, as compared to the maze inside the Impassable Mountain Range, this city was not that well preserved. Most caves in the newly discovered ruins had collapsed long before, and several intact compartments were just filled with spoiled food, bug eggs and corpses. Near the underground lake, a broken magic core was found by the Taquila witches. According to the scouting team¡¯s reports, they found no documented records there, and the best part of their journey was the discovery of an original carrier and two devouring worms inside the mountain. He was surprised by the results. If this monster with many eyes was just a dumb beast who happened to settle down in the ruins, he would never find its destructive behaviors strange. However, it was obviously not just a stupid animal. He still remembered that something in this Great Snow Mountain had sent devouring worms to swallow Agatha¡¯s laboratory and the Blackstone Pagoda in the Devil¡¯s Town. These actions were clearly not just for food. In this exploration inside the mountain, the team had also spotted both human beings and demons trapped in the strange bug eggs. These facts made him believe that the unknown enemy must have been trying to collect information about the other two species it was going to fight against in the Battle of Divine Will. When he received the first batch of ¡°bug egg corpses¡±, he noticed that their decomposed skin was apparently not caused by corrosion but corpse wax formed by long-term storage. That meant these corpses had been kept in the egg for a very long time and were apparently not stored as food. Only an intelligent individual would make other creatures into specimens. In that case, he really did not understand why the monster had destroyed this underground city. He wondered whether it was because that the monster did not care about the things treasured by Taquila witches. He scanned through Soraya¡¯s pictures of the scenes inside the mountain and became lost in thought. He found that the moment before the monster sank into the water, its remaining hundreds of eyes seemed to be filled with resentment. He did not know whether this was a false impression or not. He felt its eyes became different when it was severely wounded. In the beginning, those eyes appearing on the cave roof were simply gazing at the witches, but after they hurt it badly, its eyes showed an obvious emotional expression. When he put those two pictures together to compare, he felt as if the monsters in those two pictures were not the same one. As for the underground lake in the bottom of the ruins, where the monster sank in, Sylvie confirmed that it was connected to a water vein leading to the Swirling Sea. On his current technical level, he was not able to track the enemy once it entered the Swirling Sea, and let this monster successfully get away. What he could do next was to block the water vein by collapsing the dome of the ruins with powerful explosives. By doing so, he could ensure the safety of Neverwinter. The exploration team had also sent him good news. In Lightning¡¯s reports, he read about some bugs. They looked the same as the ¡°egg bugs¡±, but had once gushed out very sticky jelly to tightly trap Fran. The mucus they spat out was able to become a consolidated, sticky thing like spider silk in certain circumstances. These bugs were neither intelligent nor aggressive. According to Agatha¡¯s studies, they were not from the Fertile Plains. In other words, these bugs were probably brought here by the ¡°monster¡±. However, what intrigued Roland most was not the origin of these bugs but the fact that their mucus could solidify quickly. According to Lightning¡¯s description, these bugs could be bred in captivity. Therefore, in his reply, he asked Agatha to make a detailed report on the living and eating habits of these bugs and to investigate what kind of harm they might cause. He also required the team to collect the strange plants and fungi in the ruins. He was particularly interested in the fruits which gave out dim, cold light in the dark and the giant mushroom as big as an adult. When he was about to review the wonderful pictures of the underground caves, someone knocked on his door. Phyllis walked into his office. She bowed and said, ¡°Your Majesty, Lady Pasha would like to talk to you about the ruins.¡± He immediately nodded to agree. He had sent all the exploration reports of these days to the Taquila survivors and he also really wanted to hear the ancient witches¡¯ views of the monster. ¡°Good, let¡¯s hold a video meeting.¡± ¡°Vi¡­ what?¡± Phyllis was stunned and took a few seconds to realize what it was. ¡°You mean a meeting through the phantom instrument?¡± ¡°Yes, in the usual place at the reception hall on the first floor.¡± He could not help but grin as he was so happy to finally find someone who could understand his ¡°nonsense¡±. ¡°I got it.¡± She laughed and said, ¡°I¡¯m going to inform Pasha.¡± ¡­ When he walked to the reception hall, Faldi and all the other God¡¯s Punishment Witches all rose and bowed to him with both hands on the chest as if they were saluting a higher ascendant. They looked solemn, and were completely different from the they looked in the Dream World. Since he had taken them into his Dreamland, he was now venerated as someone similar to the Three Chiefs of the Union. He could tell from their etiquette and attitude toward him that now they did not consider him as a common man anymore, though they still used the phrase ¡°common people¡± to describe his subjects. Though they had agreed not to care too much about etiquette as he had required, they still saluted him more formally than his own guards. Seeing this, he had no choice but to let them do whatever they wanted. Inside the hall, he saw Pasha through the light curtain waiting for him. ¡°First of all, I have to express my sincere gratitude to you.¡± She said while bending her main tentacle. ¡°Your help is of great importance to Taquila in exploring the ruins and in restoring the God¡¯s Punishment Witches¡¯ lost feelings.¡± ¡°I¡¯m helping myself by helping you since we¡¯ll be fighting together in the upcoming Battle of Divine Will,¡± he replied with a smile. ¡°Well, what¡¯re you going to do with the newly discovered shells in the ruins?¡± ¡°There¡¯re only two ways to deal with them¡­ Moving them here or moving the soul instrument to where they¡¯re located.¡± She paused to think for a minute and continued. ¡°I prefer the second method.¡± When the magic core was turned off, it would look like some dry skeleton. He could use a concrete boat to carry it, but he was afraid that he could not transport shells, even empty ones, in this way. The big blob and worms were too scary for the common people. He was clear that the universal education of Neverwinter had not yet prepared them to accept these dreadful shells that looked like monsters from hell. Roland agreed with Pasha¡¯s suggestion of the second method, though the transportation of the instruments still posed a problem. ¡°So have you picked out the witches who¡¯re willing to accept the Soul Transfer?¡± Half a month ago, Taquila survivors had been eager to search for ruins left by the underground civilization in the Great Snow Mountain, since they had earnestly hoped to find new shells in the ruins. Most of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches at that time had longed to merge with them to regain their long-lost feelings, such as touch, taste and smell, even though they had known that by doing so, they would look like monsters and would never change back into human forms. However, now the situation was different, as they had another choice. Chapter 816 Chapter 816: [Deep Sea Demons] Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Now everyone in the Third Border City knew that a God¡¯s Punishment Witch could regain her appearance and feelings when she entered the Dream World by cutting off her consciousness. Roland had repeatedly heard Phyllis describe their enthusiasm for the Dream World. According to her, every time she got back to the underground, they would follow her and keep asking about her experiences in that world. He wondered whether they would still be eager to merge with shells when they found out this new method to restore their feelings. However, it was not a perfect solution to their problem, as they could only regain their appearance and feelings in their sleep. By contrast, being in shells, they could always have some feelings, and these shells were almost immortal unless they were heavily damaged. It would be difficult to make a choice between these two alternatives. He thought of another possibility for them. If they had kept the news about the Dream World a secret, they would have been able to send the instrument and God¡¯s Punishment Witches there to carry out their Soul Transfer. This way, the volunteers would never be able to go back even if they regretted afterwards. However, he believed that Pasha would not delude her witches into accepting the shells. Based on his observation in the past month, though the Taquila witches had lived in seclusion for hundreds of years, they did not turn into a conservative organization. They were still open to new things and had abolished class inequality in their group. Apparently, the sacrifice of the Three Chiefs had deeply moved them, and the threat posed by demons had kept them working to make greater progress. Pasha seemed to read his mind. ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry about this problem. With more shells, we¡¯ll be better equipped to defeat the demons. Original carriers can operate the magic core, and devouring worms can speed up the construction of the defense line. They¡¯ll do everything to win the upcoming Battle of Divine Will without hesitation. In fact, the volunteers have decided to go to the Great Snow Mountain together with the instrument.¡± ¡°Volunteers aren¡¯t afraid of any sacrifice¡­¡± Roland thought while biting his lips. ¡°It seems that I¡¯ve worried too much. I¡¯ll send ships to transport the instrument for you when the exploration has finished.¡± ¡°Thank you for helping us,¡± she said happily. He nodded and laid Soraya¡¯s pictures on the table. ¡°All the information I¡¯ve sent you before were written materials. I finally received these pictures of the ruins today. I would like to know your thoughts on this monster.¡± ¡°Please wait for a moment.¡± She waved her tentacles to summon Celine and Alethea, who had been repairing the Instrument of Divine Retribution. Three blobs came to the light curtain to study the pictures together.¡± With their tentacles connected, they remained silent for an unexpectedly long time, and communicated though their minds. As they were not able to show any expression on the outside, he felt as if this video call had already disconnected. After a long time, he finally heard Pasha in his head again. ¡°Sorry to have kept you waiting. We¡¯re shocked by some pictures, so we have to discuss them thoroughly.¡± ¡°It¡¯s neither a demonic beast nor a demon, right?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± said Celine, ¡°and the skeleton that fell into the water has appeared in Lady Natalia¡¯s description about the Divine Land.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°Yes. We¡¯ve stayed underground for hundreds of years, but we would never be so foolish as to forget such an important piece of information. In fact, carriers have a much better memory than human beings,¡± said Alethea, grumpily. ¡°Lady Natalia saw the sea and skeletons in the third painting scroll. This thing in the pictures matches her description. More importantly, this lake is connected to the sea. We can be sure it¡¯s the thing mentioned by Lady Natalia.¡± ¡°So, now we can say it¡¯s from the unknown civilization?¡± He asked while touching his chin. He was not surprised at their conclusion. When he had found the devouring worm also swallowing things in the Devil¡¯s Town, he had suspected that it must have been sent by some neutral party who had decided not to help anyone in the Battle of Divine Will. Alternatively, it could also have been the unknown enemy in the upcoming battle. He had made up this exploration plan not only to help the Taquila survivors but also to eliminate hidden threats for Neverwinter and spy on the unknown enemy. He had read a similar description in Zero¡¯s memory fragment, but it was vague. Now, as the Taquila witches also thought the monster belonged to the unknown enemy, he could confirm that suspicion. ¡°It¡¯s highly possible, but¡­¡± Pasha hesitated for a while and continued. ¡°There¡¯re still many things we don¡¯t understand, such as the demonic beasts.¡± ¡°These beasts across the Land of Dawn are mutated animals. They should have been affected by the Erosion of magic power, just like witches. But why did they follow this monster¡¯s orders? It¡¯s different from the demons who enslave the demonic hybrids. The beasts seemed to willingly obey this monster¡¯s orders.¡± Roland had also pondered over this question. He thought that if the unknown enemy were intelligent creatures who had demonic beasts as part of their civilization, they would have accumulated these hybrids first and then used them to eliminate both human beings and demons. He could not understand why the unknown civilization wasted these beasts in the Months of Demons every year. Maybe the origin of those mutated beasts might not be as simple as they had believed. ¡°We¡¯ll know the answer when the Battle of Divine Will starts.¡± He shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be relaxed. ¡°They¡¯d better be the monster¡¯s relatives. In that case, we¡¯ll never see these ugly beasts on the snowy plains after we have defeated all our enemies in the battle.¡± Pasha was stunned and then started to chuckle. ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right indeed. No matter where they come from, we¡¯ll still have to defeat them in the Battle of Divine Will.¡± After that, they discussed the defense line construction project and the method to block the underground river in the newly discovered ruins. When the meeting was about to finish, Roland suddenly raised a question. ¡°Ah, yeah, as we¡¯ve caught some clues left by the hidden civilization now, we have to give it a name, don¡¯t we?¡± He cleared his throat. ¡°Just like what we did with the first painting scroll. We call the guys in it demons.¡± ¡°Is this important?¡± Pasha tilted her main tentacle. ¡°Demons is just their most widely known name. They were also called Blood Beasts, the Deformity or Polluters back in the Union.¡± ¡°Of course, a proper name is very important for propaganda and motivational campaigns. We should make it sound as evil as possible so as to arouse the people¡¯s indignation.¡± ¡°So¡­ do you have any idea?¡± ¡°Well, since these hidden enemies stay in the sea for most of the time, shall we call them ¡®Sea Monsters¡¯?¡± ¡°¡­¡± All the people in the meeting fell silent. ¡°Uhm¡­ isn¡¯t that good?¡± ¡°I thought the name ¡®the Third Border City¡¯ was bad enough. I never expected you to make up something even worse,¡± Alethea mocked, ¡°¡®Sea Monster¡¯? It sounds like a giant octopus.¡± ¡°Alethea!¡± Pasha moved her main tentacle to give Alethea a knock on the head. ¡°Your Majesty, if you think it¡¯s alright¡­ I think¡­ we don¡¯t have a problem with it.¡± The ancient witch agreed on the name, but reluctantly. Roland picked up his cup to sip some tea whilst trying to conceal his embarrassment. ¡°Ahem.¡± Scroll who was by his side and taking notes for this meeting coughed suddenly. ¡°Your Majesty, how about calling them Deep Sea Demons?¡± ¡°Deep Sea¡­ Demons?¡± He repeated. ¡°Yes, since the concept of demons has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, they¡¯ll understand what this new name refers to without us clarifying. This way, we don¡¯t need much efforts to describe the unknown civilization for the people. It¡¯s better for the City Hall to carry out the propaganda campaigns, and the people won¡¯t feel that we¡¯ve got to fight many enemies at the same time,¡± explained Scroll, with a quill in his hand. Though he was unwilling to accept the fact that someone else came up with a better name, he still twitched his mouth and said, ¡°It seems to be a little better¡­ Let¡¯s use this name.¡± Now the civilization depicted in the second painting scroll got a formal name. Chapter 817 Chapter 817: Meeting Ashes Again Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Lorgar slowed down when she saw the first forest in her journey. For the first time ever, she set foot in the domain of a northern kingdom. She had heard many people describing the evergreen woodlands, flourishing grasslands and steadily flowing water in this place. According to them, one would feel how soft and moist the soil was by simply inserting a hand in it, and would never have to worry about being bitten by some hidden sandworm when fetching water. The north was said to be a place full of life and vitality, like the Southernmost Region in the past. However, she did not feel the same way about this place. She thought perhaps it was still the Months of Demons, so this domain did not look any greener the Iron Sand City¡¯s big oasis. The trees here had nothing but stark branches, and the ground was covered by withered weeds. Only the dark brown soil under her feet reminded her that this place was not a desert. She looked around and quickly found a place of shelter from the wind. In this shelter, she transformed back into a girl and put on her clothes. After that, she continued to track the caravans by following their smell that was left in the air. That was how she traveled these days. When night fell, she would transform into a wolf and run toward the north. She lived on sandworms and Giant Scorpions and had even attracted some Desert Wolves along the way. In the daytime, she would walk on the Silver Stream trade route in her human form. This way, she could get her water bag refilled when she ran into some merchants there. Her journey was not smooth sailing all the time. Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan was always generous, thus she would attract some people who were coveting her bag of gold royals. But she had vigilant ears that were erected on her head, so she was always able to know the merchants¡¯ ulterior motives in advance. At the very beginning of her journey, she had made all the vicious guys pay a bitter price, but now she decided just to follow those caravans from a distance and used the smell they left to confirm their direction. Half a day later, she heard the sound of sea waves. As this new harbor town built by the northern kingdom did not have thick city walls, she could see everything clearly by standing on a high slope. Tents stood along the river. Many people gathered near the sea and seemed to be busy with constructing some square, flat buildings. What she found most surprising about this bustling scene was that most of the workers were northerners. She could only see a small number of Mojins there. Shortly after stepping onto the territory of Port of Clearwater, she found the First Army¡¯s camp. She identified herself to the guards and soon met the black-haired woman again. This woman she had been eagerly looking forward to seeing was Ashes. Before she could think about what to say, Ashes opened her mouth and said calmly, ¡°I knew you¡¯d come.¡± Her golden eyes gave the Wolf Girl a feeling of familiarity, making her feel as if they had just said goodbye to each other yesterday. Lorgar could not help but shake her ears. ¡°How did you know?¡± ¡°Because you¡¯re just like the old me.¡± Ashes curled her lips into a smile. ¡°In your heart, there¡¯s a goal you want to pursue.¡± Her eyes lit up immediately. ¡°You were pursuing combats, too?¡± ¡°No¡­ I just wanted revenge.¡± The Extraordinary shook her head and turned away. ¡°Come with me. Echo will be very happy to see you again.¡± ¡°Revenge?¡± Lorgar was stunned and thought to herself. After a while, she finally realized that Ashes had just meant that they both had goals but not the same one. The Wolf Girl caught up with the Extraordinary and asked, ¡°Who did you want to get back at?¡± ¡°Church of Hermes.¡± Ashes shrugged. ¡°At first, I did this just to vent my hatred. As time went by, it became a habit until I met Her Highness Tilly. She made me see that there were more important things in this world than killing all the church people.¡± When Ashes mentioned Her Highness Tilly, the Wolf Girl perceived a feeling of tenderness in her tone, which was rare for the Extraordinary. She guessed this Tilly who was able to change such a determined and strong-willed person must have been very uncommon. She secretly bore this name in her mind. When they passed a flat building under construction, Lorgar raised another question. ¡°I heard that the Port of Clearwater has become burned ruins ever since the Queen of Clearwater left this area. These people aren¡¯t local refugees, are they? Why do they seem to outnumber the Mojin immigrants?¡± ¡°Of course, they aren¡¯t. They all come from Neverwinter.¡± The Wolf Girl could hardly believe what she had heard. ¡°Neverwinter¡­ you mean the domain of King of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon? He ordered his own people to build residences for the Mojins here?¡± ¡°He didn¡¯t need to force anyone. All of these people came here voluntarily because the construction project here pays them better. They can get a pay raise of five to ten silver royals by working here. The workers said that soon after the Ministry of Construction issued a recruitment notice for this project, City Hall was packed with applicants.¡± The Ministry of Construction? City Hall? The Wolf Girl felt lost hearing these strange words. She wagged her tail and asked, ¡°What about¡­ the Sand Nation?¡± Lorgar remembered the first batch of immigrants consisted of several small clans and were about 2,000 to 3,000 people. She wondered why the great chief still wanted to send his own people traveling all the way from the north to the Southernmost Region when he had so many Mojins to work for him. She started to doubt his true motives. ¡°As His Majesty wants to build a new city in Endless Cape, most Mojins went there,¡± Ashes answered quickly, ¡°so did the people from Osha clan. Only by participating in the construction task, could the Mojins get new homes and food supply just like the subjects of Neverwinter.¡± Lorgar was surprised to hear that the king planned to build a city in the uninhabited wasteland which had no oasis. If it was not for Ashes, a proud person who was loath to lie, she would never believe this. ¡°What¡¯s the King of Graycastle thinking about?¡± she wondered. ¡°Then¡­ what about the people who are unable to go there?¡± ¡°If they¡¯ve got to stay due to health problems, they can help the construction team here to build the Port of Clearwater. By doing so, they¡¯ll get the same treatment. In other words, as long as you¡¯re willing to work, you¡¯ll never have to worry about going hungry.¡± Ashes sighed with mixed feelings. ¡°Her Highness Tilly once said that the ideal world in her mind was a place where you reaped what you sowed and made a fortune by your own hard work instead of exploiting the others. It sounded incredible, but her useless brother did make it happen.¡± Lorgar automatically ignored the last comment made by Ashes. ¡°But¡­ why does the great chief want to build a city in Endless Cape? That place has nothing¡­¡± ¡°There¡¯s Blackwater. His Majesty wants to collect as much of it as possible,¡± Ashes said while spreading out her palms. ¡°That¡¯s the reason?¡± The Wolf Girl was stunned, rooted to the ground. ¡°He did so much work just to collect Blackwater? He can simply buy it from the Iron Sand City, just like the Queen of Clearwater used to do!¡± Lorgar did not believe in goodwill for no apparent reason. Most dominators just wanted wealth and lands, but the king apparently was acting contrary to this principle. He gave the land to the Sand Nation and spent a lot to reclaim the desert and to station troops in this place. She believed that the money he spent on these things was enough to buy hundreds of barrels of Blackwater. ¡°If what Ashes said was true, then the king¡¯s deeds were really strange,¡± she thought and then started to worry about her father¡¯s decision. She expected Ashes to refute or explain further, but the Extraordinary just raised her brow and said, ¡°Yes, that¡¯s true¡­ Who knows what the hell he¡¯s thinking?¡± ¡°What?¡± Ashes said casually, ¡°Even in Neverwinter, there¡¯re only a few who can understand his absurd theories. Andrea may be able to know what he¡¯s thinking. After all, they¡¯re both nobles, and their friendship is one mind in two bodies. The others probably won¡¯t be able to explain this to you. Anyway, who cares. I¡¯m not here for him. As long as Lady Tilly thinks it¡¯s a good idea, I¡¯ll be fine with it.¡± She stopped walking after saying these words, and then said, ¡°Here we are.¡± Chapter 818 Chapter 818: The Neverwinter Power Rankings Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Just like Ashes had said, Drow Silvermoon was overjoyed at Lorgar¡¯s arrival. The Osha princess immediately gave her a warm hug. The Wolf Girl was surprised and did not know where to put her raised hand. Usually a chief of a clan only greeted another chief with a hug. Lorgar had intended to greet the new chief of Osha clan by bowing to her with a hand on the chest, though Silvermoon was one or two years younger than her. During their conversation, the chief did not put on an air of superiority. When she heard that Lorgar was planning to go to Neverwinter with them, she immediately regarded her as a sister. She asked the Wolf Girl to call her Echo and happily introduced her to the new life of the witches in Neverwinter. Lorgar did not believe everything that Echo had said. According to what she knew, no matter how abundant Graycastle¡¯s resources was, it could never eliminate hunger. She guessed the chief might be exaggerating by describing the place as a Kingdom of God, where no one worried about hunger and illness which could be cured by witches. Though this was the first time she left the desert, she had heard many tales about the northern kingdoms. She knew the kingdoms were just like the Iron Sand City where only a small group of people in high places could lead a luxurious life. She believed that as a Divine Lady who was no longer an heiress to the Wildflame clan, she would never be as lucky as the Osha princess who had gained the king¡¯s appreciation. But this was not a problem for Lorgar. She just wanted to improve herself by fighting all those strong opponents in Neverwinter. When she told them that her clan also considered moving to Port of Clearwater, they did not appear pleasantly surprised as she had expected. Iron Axe, Osha¡¯s faithful dog, even knitted his eyebrows. Only Echo smiled and asked, ¡°Really?¡± The Osha princess seemed excited and continued to say, ¡°Great! As soon as the Wildflame clan comes here, it won¡¯t be long before Port of Clearwater restores its prosperity of the past. His Majesty¡¯s goal can be achieved earlier!¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ Lady Echo.¡± Iron Axe eyed Echo. ¡°It¡¯s just their plan, and it won¡¯t necessarily come true.¡± ¡°Ah, yes, I was too impatient.¡± Echo smiled, slightly embarrassed. Lorgar immediately understood the reason for their cold response. As the former strongest clan, Wildflame had more than 5,000 people in total, significantly outnumbering all the Mojin immigrants here. More importantly, she believed that the northerners must have found that these small clans who were competing with each other were much easier to control as compared to some powerful big clan. She thought that they probably never expected that a clan in the Iron Sand City would decide that quickly to move here since the six big clans in the city did not have to worry that their oasis would dry up. These bigs clans were considered to be the most reluctant ones to leave the city, and most people even believed that they would never turn to the King of Graycastle. She did not continue talking about this matter for she knew that the Wildflame clan moving here would increase the northerners¡¯ influence and at the same time change the balance of powers in this area. She had to admit that it was not a bad thing if the Osha clan or the king failed to control the situation at that time and let her father grasp the power. After all, she was still Prince Lorgar of the Wildflame clan. ¡­ In the next few days, Lorgar would walk along Clearwater Bay whenever she got a chance. As she had met Ashes here, she was not that eager to leave for Neverwinter. She decided to use this period of time to examine carefully this evergreen land where Wildflame decided to settle down. She soon discovered that the construction speed of Graycastle¡¯s workers was way beyond her imagination. On the bank of the river, they built a row of hemispherical furnaces which could produce a new batch of bricks each day with a mixture of earth and river sand. And these furnaces did not burn wood but some gray-black stones shipped from the northwest. They only needed to be filled with these stones once in a day, since these stones could keep burning all day long, which seemed much better than charcoals. Brick production was the part where more Mojins, mostly women and seniors, were involved. They were divided into several groups, digging earth or carrying black stones. For each basket a worker dug out or carried, the supervisor would press a mark on his or her arm. According to the Wolf Girl¡¯s observation, the marks determined how much food a worker could get each day. As for the construction work, she seldom saw Mojins engage in it. The northerners did everything. They mixed the water with some gray powder to make paste and used it when they stacked bricks. Each house was built with the same size, style and method. She could notice new changes in these buildings almost every day. Another thing that greatly surprised her was how differently the Mojins and the people from Graycastle reacted when they saw her half-animal looks. Since leaving the Iron Sand City, she no longer covered her fluffy tail and ears. Most Mojins would avoid her eyes when they saw her and try to back away from her, even though they had the same skin color. She was no stranger to this kind of reactions and was prepared for this. Whereas the people from Graycastle did not show even the slightest bit of fear or hatred in front of her. Some braver ones even took the initiative to say hello to her and seemed to be used to this kind of looks. She was baffled by their behavior and asked Ashes about this. ¡°Ah¡­ you mean this. Isn¡¯t it a usual thing for the witches?¡± The Extraordinary said while spreading out her palms. ¡°Half human and half beast isn¡¯t a rare thing. Someone can even totally transform into a beast.¡± She continued to explain, ¡°For example, there¡¯s a witch named Maggie. She looks much more scary than you after transformation. However, after she acted as a rescuer several times, everyone got used to her looks. Even if you don¡¯t look human, they won¡¯t ostracize you.¡± Lorgar wiggled her wolf ears and thought, ¡°Uhm¡­ Is that true? In that case, my determination to embrace my defects and accept my true self was not necessary at all?¡± She suddenly thought of another question. ¡°Ah, are you the strongest witch in Neverwinter?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± The Wolf Girl did not know whether it was an illusion, but she did feel that Ashes looked more serious now. ¡°That depends on the types of my opponents. One type of witches can wear God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. The other type of witches usually don¡¯t wear them.¡± ¡°They¡¯re not able to use their abilities wearing God¡¯s Stones, are they?¡± ¡°Yes. Without God¡¯s Stone, I¡¯m not sure I can defeat some witches in the Witch Union.¡± ¡°Even you can¡¯t defeat them?¡± Lorgar was shocked. Ashes nodded. ¡°I believe I could before they evolved, but their improved abilities were beyond common sense. They¡¯re not something you can fight with using just speed and strength. For example, there¡¯s a witch called Leaf. When you fight with her within the area controlled by her Heart of Forest, she¡¯ll become as powerful as the deities. It¡¯ll be extremely hard to escape from her trap in the woods, even if you wear God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. If I have to fight against the witches of Neverwinter, she¡¯s definitely the last one I want to meet.¡± The Wolf Girl was thrilled when she heard this. ¡°Who else?¡± ¡°Anna. Although she¡¯s not good at combat, her ability is impeccable. Without God¡¯s Stone, I can¡¯t imagine how to defeat her. I mean in a duel. But since she¡¯s the most important witch in Neverwinter and Roland¡¯s sweetheart, you¡¯ll never get a chance to fight her.¡± Ashes continued while counting on her fingers. ¡°And Nightingale. If you often challenge the Neverwinter witches, you¡¯ll definitely attract her attention. As she¡¯s touchy and has a really weird ability, you¡¯d better avoid fighting her.¡± Lorgar wagged her tail, imprinting the names on her memory one by one. ¡°So¡­ what about Maggie? You said she could transform into a big beast?¡± ¡°Yes, she¡¯ll make a well-matched rival for you in a duel, but I¡¯d advise you not to do so.¡± Ashes seemed to think of something and smiled meaningfully. ¡°That¡¯s because all the people who challenged her could not get rid of bad luck, and if you accidentally hurt her, you¡¯d incur the wrath of the entire Witch Union.¡± Chapter 819 Chapter 819: A Graceful Lady Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Lorgar nodded to Ashes as she considered Maggie as one of the top dogs in the Witch Union. In her mind, the witch was still an ugly, cruel, but very formidable beast. ¡°So¡­ what about the witches wearing God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation?¡± The Wolf Girl knew that once her opponent used God¡¯s Stones, her ability would be significantly limited. Under such circumstances, she would not be able to freely transform all her body parts. If this opponent were just another warrior from the desert, it would be fine. However, if they were an Extraordinary like Ashes, it would be impossible for her to come out on top. Her ability was useless when she was faced with such a strong witch who also wore God¡¯s Stone. Given this, she had ranked Ashes as the best fighter amongst the witches from Neverwinter. The Extraordinary remained silent for a while before replying. ¡°Suppose there¡¯s someone whose strength and speed is in no way inferior to those of an Extraordinary. At the same time, she¡¯s an almost unlimited lifespan and will never be harmed by any injuries. Even if she suffers fatal blows, she¡¯ll be able to completely recover, given time. How strong do you think she would be?¡± Lorgar could not help but gasp in astonishment. Being an experienced warrior herself, she was well aware of the importance of fighting skills and experience. In the holy duels, the toughest opponent to deal with wouldn¡¯t be those brave young fighters, but instead, the seasoned warriors who were in their 30s. These veterans were usually the backbone of a clan, and they often served as combat tutors and supervisors for a clan¡¯s newer generation. She would never underestimate such warriors who not only matched the younger fighters in strength but were also much more experienced, having gone through numerous life or death situations. However, when warriors turned 40, their body would inevitably become less agile, and the wounds suffered over the years would gradually accumulate and worsen. Even if their skills became more and more refined over time, they would no longer be able to move as fluidly as they once had done. Lorgar wanted to go to Neverwinter to hone her fighting skills was because she knew that there was an overpowered healing witch who could heal all sorts of injuries. Now she was more intrigued by her future trip to the Western Region as there was even a witch who was impervious to pain and had an unlimited lifespan. She believed that anyone who lived long enough would be able to become a very accomplished fighter. Even just thinking about going against such a warrior made her scared¡­ No, excited. ¡°Is there really such a person in Neverwinter?¡± Lorgar asked excitedly. ¡°Yes, there¡¯s this witch in the city who¡¯s called Phyllis,¡± Ash replied, ¡°I¡¯ve never fought her, but¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± The Extraordinary said slowly, ¡°One time when I was practicing with my sword in the castle¡¯s garden, she happened to pass by and give me a few suggestions. Later, I tried practicing again while following her pointers and found that my sword strokes did get noticeably smoother. Unfortunately, I left Neverwinter soon after and haven¡¯t gotten a chance to ask her for more pointers.¡± ¡°Did she really only watch you practice for a short while?¡± Lorgar¡¯s tail wagged even faster. Most tutors, even the very experienced ones, had to exchange a few moves with their students to spot the errors in their movements. That was the reason the big clans built their Halls of Military Affairs for their fighters to train in. The more a student matched a tutor in his or her skills, the more difficult it was for the tutor to find faults within the student¡¯s techniques. Ashes was undoubtedly an excellent fighter, so the Wolf Girl believed that the immortal witch, Phyllis, was indeed a mighty warrior for quickly finding Ashes¡¯ shortcomings just by watching her practice. Lorgar thought that now it seemed like Phyllis was the best fighter in Neverwinter. Since when it came to a real battle, no one could rely solely on the off chance that the opponent was not wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. She ranked Ashes as the second because she was also immune to the effects of God¡¯s Stones. This powerful Extraordinary was the ideal role model that she was chasing after. As for the witch who was blessed with infinite life, the Wolf Girl believed that it was some miracle created by the Three Gods and that it was not something that she could ask for. Lorgar couldn¡¯t wait to find out how she would fare against these powerful fighters. She was now, even more, looking forward to her journey to the west. Ashes seemed to see through the Wolf Girl¡¯s mind and smiled meaningfully again. Instead of ending their conversation right there, she patted Lorgar¡¯s shoulder and slowly said, ¡°By the way, I forget to tell you. There are over 100 witches like Phyllis in Neverwinter.¡± ¡°What?¡± Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan was stunned and began to wonder, ¡°Over 100 witches with infinite life? When did the miracles of the Three Gods start happening so frequently?¡± ¡°Come on.¡± Ashes curled her lips into a smile. ¡°You¡¯ve still got a long way to go. You¡¯ll never have to worry about finding a suitable opponent there.¡± ¡­ Beside Ashes, Lorgar also occasionally ran into another witch, Andrea. She had witnessed this blonde witch¡¯s powerful Magic Longbow on the Burning Stage. Though she had never fought against her, she thought Ashes was quite right about her. She was a noble just like the King of Graycastle. They were cut off the same cloth. The Wolf Girl always felt distanced from Andrea, as if she was living in a different world. Every move Andrea made was so graceful, be it when she was talking to the others or when she was gazing far out to the sea by herself. Watching her, Lorgar began to notice that she had a lot of shortcomings in comparison to Andrea. Princess Lorgar decided to give it a try anyways and said hello to Andrea when nobody was around. The blonde witch greeted her calmly, not showing as much warmth and hospitality as Drow Silvermoon did. However, when she put forward the question that Ashes failed to answer, Andrea suddenly became enthusiastic. The blonde witch said, ¡°As for this question¡­ of course, Ashes wouldn¡¯t be able to tell you anything. That muscle-brained witch can barely count to a hundred, she knows nothing about managing a city. His Majesty Roland¡¯s policies are way too complicated. I had to ponder about them over and over before understanding their logic.¡± She paused for a moment and asked, ¡°But are you sure that you really want me to tell you? It¡¯s much harder to understand than fighting.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Lorgar nodded seriously. ¡°My father said that there¡¯s a common truth in everything. Learning knowledge in other fields can also promote my fighting skills.¡± ¡°It¡¯s obviously nonsense¡­¡± Andrea rolled her eyes back and slightly sighed. ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll tell you. If the king just buys Blackwater with gold royals as you suggested, Neverwinter will have to spend some of its wealth to get what it wants, right?¡± ¡°All transactions in the world are like that,¡± Lorgar confirmed. ¡°So let¡¯s assume that these deals go flawlessly one hundred percent of the time, and 20 years later, the king will see no change in his kingdom, except the loss of a large number of gold royals.¡± ¡°Lo-Loss?¡± The Wolf Girl was startled. ¡°Why do you call it a loss? Doesn¡¯t his current plan cost him much more?¡± ¡°Of course not.¡± Andrea put her hair up, bent down, and started drawing on the ground with a stick. ¡°Now that the Mojin immigrants in the Southern Territory have been assimilated into Graycastle, any expenses they make will eventually be circulated back into Graycastle¡¯s economy, this is because all the things the Mojins need to buy come from Neverwinter, therefore, the income they receive will eventually make its way into His Majesty¡¯s hands in a process known as ¡°the circular flow of income¡±. During this process, the overall amount of wealth circulating in the kingdom will gradually grow and eventually reach an astonishing amount over that 20 year period. To achieve this, His Majesty only needs to invest in this initial stage, but even this initial investment can¡¯t be considered a loss as the wealth is circulating through the cities of the kingdom.¡± Chapter 820 Chapter 820: The Journey Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Lorgar stared at the circles drawn by Andrea on the ground for a good while before she voiced out her thoughts. ¡°But if you want to keep this circulation going, you¡¯ve got to keep investing money¡­ so, there¡¯s still a large amount of wealth that isn¡¯t in the hands of the great chief.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it¡­ This is what makes His Majesty different from all those other nobles, and it took me a while before I could figure out this point.¡± Andrea then drew a larger circle around the small circles. ¡°From the very beginning, he¡¯s regarded the entire Graycastle as his own domain. Given that, no matter which city accumulates the wealth, it still belongs to him.¡± ¡°But he¡¯s the king, so shouldn¡¯t it be natural for him to think that way?¡± Andrea retorted, ¡°When Wildflame was the strongest clan, were you able to lord over clans in the Silver Stream Oasis? I¡¯m guessing you couldn¡¯t even control the other clans inside Iron Sand City. It¡¯s the same for the Four Kingdoms. The nobles are like your clan chiefs. They won¡¯t let anyone else intervene in the affairs of their land and neither would they consider any other noble¡¯s domain as their homeland.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Lorgar remained silent for a while. ¡°We can¡¯t control our subjects simply by thinking them ours.¡± ¡°Yes. You¡¯re much smarter than Ashes. Stay away from her in the future or your brain will be slowly filled with mud, like hers.¡± Andrea patted Lorgar¡¯s shoulder. ¡°The key lies in the combination of military might and the implementation of His Majesty¡¯s policies. The former can discourage the nobles from having any second thoughts, while the latter will gradually help to centralize the kingdom¡¯s power. This is a brilliant innovation. What¡¯s even more amazing, is that the king had already put this into practice since the beginning. Only having stayed in Neverwinter for so long can I now recognize the intricacies of this plan.¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed a bit¡­ complicated.¡± Lorgar scratched her head, and she was a bit surprised. She never expected that this blonde-haired girl who usually distanced herself from the others would answer her question so enthusiastically and in such great detail. Her guess was that Andrea might have been eagerly looking forward to sharing her findings and thoughts with someone else, but had failed to find a person to talk to. ¡°Of course, politics is 10,000 times more complicated than fighting.¡± said Andrea, proudly, ¡°and that¡¯s just one part. The other part is that the king is going to acquire more than just wealth¡ªhe¡¯ll also have you guys. ¡± ¡°Us?¡± ¡°This principle is much simpler. When Mojin immigrants get food and houses through working for the king, they would become part of this circulation. You¡¯ll gradually get used to this lifestyle of using your wages to buy all kinds of goods and comforts produced by Graycastle. In the end, you¡¯ll never be able to stop living in this kind of a comfortable manner and will eventually become a genuine citizen of the kingdom.¡± Andrea impaled the wooden stick into the ground, wiped her hands clean, and stood up. ¡°This is inevitable. The oases are shrinking, and the survival of the Mojin clans are being threatened. Under this circumstance, the king has offered you a way to survive without fighting each other for water, so more and more Mojins will choose to leave the desert. Meanwhile, there are many deserted lands lying in the Southern Territory. It¡¯s only natural for the king to bring the Mojin people there to reclaim those lands¡ªand create wealth for him.¡± She paused for a moment and asked, ¡°Now do you understand? By doing so, 20 years later, His Majesty Roland will not only get all the Blackwater that he desires but also an accumulated wealth as well as most of the Mojins of the Southernmost Region. Do you still think that buying Blackwater from the Iron Sand City would be a better option?¡± Lorgar did not answer but instead faintly felt her heartache. As compared to the answer itself, what shook her more was Andrea¡¯s attitude¡ªShe believed that Andrea revealed all the reasons behind the king¡¯s arrangements probably not out of trust, but because no Mojin could reverse this situation. Lorgar admired this intelligent blonde witch who could actually figure out the king¡¯s true intentions. However, she respected the great chief himself even more. He always thought of the bigger picture and was able to become an irreplaceable figure in his subjects¡¯ hearts through meticulous planning. Not to mention his revolutionizing ideas. She believed that if he had been born in Iron Sand City, he would have definitely become an outstanding warrior. Perhaps he was the example she should chase after. ¡°Thank you for your guidance, I feel my fighting skills have been further enhanced!¡± Lorgar said while making a fist. ¡°My pleasure, as long as you can understand¡­ wait, what? Did you just say fighting skills?¡± ¡°Yes. I¡¯ll go practice now, so please excuse me.¡± Lorgar said before she turned around without a moment to spare and hurriedly ran for a nearby dune. There just happened to be an open and gravelly ground that was suitable for combat training. ¡°So you turned out to be just like Ashes¡­ an idiot.¡± After running for more than a hundred steps, the Wolf Girl still could hear Andrea call her an idiot, but the blonde witch did not sound as cold as she had been before. A week later, Echo informed Lorgar that the Wildflame clan had officially decided to move to the Southern Territory. As agreed by both parties, this immigration plan would be carried out in three phases to reduce Graycastle¡¯s burden, and the lands the clan was granted with were the most fertile fields near the estuary in the old town, which were located between Clearwater Bay and the port. The whole migration process would last more than a year, and the first batch of immigrants would arrive in several weeks. In order to properly settle the former ruling clan, the Osha Princess, who was missing Neverwinter the most, volunteered to extend her stay in the Port of Clearwater. Her decision was approved by the king, but Ashes, Andrea and Hummingbird would still leave as planned, taking ¡°The Roland¡± to the Western Region. As for whether Lorgar would leave with the witches or stay behind to wait for her clan, Echo allowed her to choose for herself. The Wolf Girl did not think twice before she chose to leave with Ashes. She believed that her father and brother could properly handle inter-clan affairs without her. The Southern Territory was no longer a place where survival opportunities needed to be won by force and duels. In this place, even small clans could manage to get their stomachs full, not to mention the Wildflame clan. More importantly, she did not want to cause any misunderstanding by meeting them shortly after she abandoned her right of succession. As she had to leave sooner or later, she decided to leave earlier with the witches. The things about Neverwinter and the Witch Union which she heard from Ashes and Andrea, filled her heart with wild expectations. Be it the legendary combat witches, the formidable enemies in the wilderness hiding under the cloak of the Red Mist, the great chief who did not have enough strength to strangle a chicken(according to Ashes), she looked forward to meeting them all. The next day, Echo sent them on to the steel ship with a smile. Standing on the deck, Lorgar felt that those large Concrete Boats were nothing as compared to this steady steel ship. The amount of metal used to build the hull for this ship might already exceed that of all the Mojins¡¯ weapons and armors. With mixed feelings in her heart, she held the railing on the deck and dropped her fluffy ears as she nodded to Echo to say goodbye. With a deep whistle from its horn, ¡°The Roland¡±, carrying the witches and Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan, slowly but steadily sailed towards the Western Region. Chapter 821 Chapter 821: A Meeting Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°My lord, your guest is here, ¡± said a maid who pulled the curtain and poked her head in. ¡°Send him in,¡± Otto Luoxi handed a silver royal to the bar girl beside him and said, ¡°I need a private minute with him. I¡¯ll call you later.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord!¡± ¡°Is this the covert place you mentioned?¡± The man who came in removed his hood and glanced around. ¡°If I hadn¡¯t seen the Luoxi guards standing outside, I would think I¡¯d come to the wrong place.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t easy these days to see you, I had to take extra precautions, ¡± replied Otto, grinning. The guest was Hill Fawkes, a member of the emissary delegation who ¡°betrayed the King of Dawn, killed the guards and knights and escaped from the City of Glow with some fallen minions¡±. Ever since Yorko¡¯s secret departure, Appen Moya, the King of Dawn became so furious that he claimed it was a blatant provocation to and contempt of the Kingdom of Dawn on Graycastle¡¯s part. He also said that it was a witch that killed his father and he absolutely did not allow such an evil existence in his domain. Of course, Otto knew far more than that. For example, that while Appen was searching for the witches, he also dispatched a group of knights to chase the emissary delegation. He ordered that any member of the emissary delegation, other than Yorko, could be killed on the spot, especially the witches who dared to collude with the neighbor country. At the same time, investigations were carried out in the King¡¯s City. Denise, a businesswoman who had an intimate relationship with the ambassador, was taken to the palace several times for inquiries. Hill and the others who voluntarily stayed as contacts, on the contrary, disappeared. Otto did not hear anything from Hill until a few months later when the event no longer received so much public attention. This was their first meeting after their last departure. ¡°Would you like some drinks?¡± Otto patted the soft couch beside him and asked, ¡°I guess you usually have no chance to enjoy it.¡± Hill did not sit down; instead, he walked to the window and looked around. ¡°We¡¯re on the second floor. Where¡¯s the reliable path you mentioned in the confidential letter?¡± Otto, the eldest son of the Luoxis, sighed, stood up and opened a board under the soft couch, revealing the dark passage beneath it. ¡°Slide down from here, you¡¯ll arrive at the back garden. In the yard, you¡¯ll find a secret door and a dry well. You can choose either way to leave.¡± ¡°Nobody else knows this path?¡± ¡°Of course, both the back garden and the tavern belong to the Luoxis.¡± He said, shrugging, ¡°No wonder Sir Yorko said you¡¯re a fox. You¡¯re still as cautious as you were before.¡± ¡°If I were not like this, I¡¯m afraid I would have been hanged on a gallow now,¡± replied Hill, who took a coin from his pocket and dropped it down the tunnel. After listening to the sound for a while, he closed the board. ¡°If you want to tell me any information in the future, write me an encrypted letter. It¡¯s not safe to meet in this way.¡± ¡°But an encrypted letter is also not safe for me. If the information in the palace is leaked, King Appen will certainly suspect our families.¡± Otto sighed and said, ¡°He¡¯s no more my good friend who talked about everything with me.¡± Hill raised his eyebrows without denying. ¡°Does the King of Dawn have any new plan?¡± ¡°He intends to attack the Church of Hermes and avenge for his father,¡± Otto slowly told him what he heard during the court meeting, ¡°although the ministers tried to dissuade him, His Majesty still persisted. Now they start to collect grains in the City of Glow. When snows melt after the Months of Demons, he¡¯ll immediately take actions. The royal knightage will go together with Duke Carb who is in charge of the Western Field.¡± ¡°No wonder the porridge is a bronze royal more expensive than before¡­ Fortunately, the supplies in the Kingdom of Dawn are rich enough. If it were in Graycastle, the lord would not prepare for the war during the Months of Demons unless he wanted to trigger riots.¡± Hill said meditatively, ¡°Is there any problem with Hermes?¡± Otto knew why he asked. Though the church and Graycastle had a battle on Coldwind Ridge and it was said that the Holy City was severely defeated, later it was reported that both of them retreated to their own domain. The ministers all agreed that the church might have suffered heavy losses, but had not been completely defeated. Otherwise, the King of Graycastle should have led the arm to loot the Holy City. As the core city of the church, it should be where all the wealth church had accumulated for hundreds of years was. Maybe Appen was deeply impressed with the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors brought by the Pure Witches. He just dispatched more scouts for further information without any further actions. Since he changed his mind, it was possible that he had discovered something there. As for whether it was to avenge for his father or take advantage of the chaos, it did not matter at all. ¡°His Majesty didn¡¯t tell us many details. But I heard from the businessmen coming back from the west that many refugees appeared in the old Holy City.¡± ¡°Refugees?¡± Hill nodded while rubbing his chin. ¡°I¡¯ll report this to Neverwinter.¡± ¡°There¡¯s one more thing,¡± Otto hesitated for a while and said, ¡°in the court meeting last month, the Minister of Foreign Affairs mentioned Graycastle. He said that Roland Wimbledon could not be counted as the real ruler of Graycastle, as he hasn¡¯t either held enthronement or lived in the palace. What¡¯s more, many nobles in Graycastle oppose him, especially in the Eastern Region. Since he trampled on the alliance of the two countries, the Kingdom of Dawn needs to be cautious of him and suppress his power. For example, We should support those nobles to resist the rule of Wimbledon.¡± ¡°Well,¡± Hill immediately became serious and asked, ¡°What did the King of Dawn respond?¡± ¡°His Majesty did not respond immediately, but his expression¡­ showed that he has a great interest in the matter.¡± Otto did not know why he told these things to Hill¡­ or, to Roland. Judging from the current situation, he could see the relationship between Graycastle and Dawn was deteriorating. He should have stood on the side of Appen Moya, just as the family of Luoxi had assisted John Moore¡¯s royalties for generations. But he could not persuade himself to accept His Majesty¡¯s policy. Killing all witches meant that Andrea Quinn should also be killed, who was definitely not evil as Appen described. He had tried many times to explain the differences between witches and Pure Witches from the church to His Majesty, but his explanations were futile. Appen no longer regarded him as his hand. Otto also found that although he still addressed Appen as His Majesty, he did not have the same respect as he had for the old king. He had pondered over it for a long time. Maybe he admitted that he was unable to change the situation and had to put his hope on Graycastle. In Neverwinter, he met Andrea who had a free and easy life. In order to let her continue to have such a life, he hoped that Roland¡¯s rule could continue. ¡°I see,¡± said Hill in a lower voice. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. His plan won¡¯t succeed.¡± Otto nodded, took a deep breath and asked, ¡°Then¡­ can you tell me how Miss Quinn is doing these days?¡± Chapter 822 Chapter 822: Traitors Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°She¡¯s fine. She lived on the Sleeping Island in Fjords for a while and has returned to Neverwinter now.¡± Hill laughed and said, ¡°I heard that Miss Quinn is especially close to Princess Tilly, His Majesty¡¯s sister. So His Majesty will definitely treat her as a distinguished guest.¡± Afterwards, Hill told him some trivia about Andrea. Otto learned that Andrea loved playing cards and improving her marksmanship. She occasionally argued with another card-playing buddy, but on the whole, she got along well with them. Her news made him nearly forget about the passage of time. Until he heard arguments outside the room. ¡°What happened?¡± Hill stopped talking and quickly walked to the door, peeping through the door slot, and then he said, ¡°Something is wrong on the first floor.¡± ¡°Let me send someone to check it,¡± Otto indicated Hill to sit down first. He then yelled toward the outside, ¡°Who¡¯s making noise outside? Go to see what happened!¡± ¡°Yes, my lord,¡± replied the maid who had been at the door. ¡°Maybe someone is drunk.¡± He then said to Hill, drawing the blanket on him, ¡°It¡¯s unusual, but does happen in the tavern. You mentioned Miss Quinn participated in a Neverwinter hunting competition. Who won?¡± Instead of replying, Hill raised a finger to his lips as a sign of silence and gently leaned his ear on the door. After a few seconds, his face clouded over. ¡°Those people downstairs are armored and armed.¡± ¡°What?¡± Otto was a little stunned. ¡°I heard the sounds of iron boots and sword hilts hitting the ground and chairs. Do you think anyone would wear a full set of armor when drinking?¡± Hill no longer waited for the maid but directly opened the soft couch. ¡°I don¡¯t think a drunk would like to dress up as a knight. We¡¯re in trouble.¡± ¡°How¡­ how is it possible?¡± Otto frowned and said, ¡°Please believe me. I absolutely didn¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°Of course. If I didn¡¯t trust you, I wouldn¡¯t be here,¡± Hill interrupted. ¡°Well¡­ We can meet next time. You leave first. If they¡¯re really coming for you, I can stop them.¡± Otto replied. ¡°After this meeting, I don¡¯t know when I will learn about Andrea again,¡± he thought regretfully. ¡°Won¡¯t you leave with me?¡± Hill was slightly surprised and asked, ¡°Apparently, they aren¡¯t coming for a visit. You¡¯d better go back to your own domain.¡± ¡°Rest assured. I¡¯m the eldest son of Luoxi family. They can¡¯t do anything to me,¡± Otto shook his head. He did not tell his father that he tried to rescue witches and secretly contacted Roland¡¯s scouts. If people outside the room came to search for the emissary delegation members while he ran away, it might raise the suspicion of the king. Then he would really be in trouble. ¡°No one knows the secret path, but it isn¡¯t difficult to find it. If they saw an empty room, they would be suspicious. I¡¯ll stay in the room. Only in this way can you withdraw more safely.¡± ¡°Then, good luck.¡± Hill did not insist. He loosed his hands and slid into the secret path. Otto rearranged the blanket and quilt and lay on the soft couch again. A short while later, he heard heavy patters of footsteps at the staircases accompanied by the scraping of metal. The maid who left to inquire about the situation never appeared again. Without knocking or asking for admission, they directly broke in. A group of full-armored knights rushed into the room. ¡°What¡¯re you doing?¡± Otto furiously questioned, ¡°This is the private property of Earl Luoxi! Are you planning to commit treason?¡± He intended to stand up and drive the rude knights out of the tavern. Out of his expectation, the knights stepped forward and tightly pressed him on the soft couch. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Sir. We aren¡¯t committing treason, but you are.¡± The leading knight replied, shrugging. Though they wore the gold armors and royal knightage emblems on their chests, Otto found that he had never met this group of knights. Hell, where did they come from? ¡°Let me go!¡± He struggled and shouted, ¡°That¡¯s a slander!¡± ¡°Say this to His Majesty,¡± said the knight. ¡°You fail to live up to his trust, my lord.¡± When he heard the name Appen Moya, Otto¡¯s heart suddenly sank. ¡­ It was two days later when he saw His Majesty again. ¡°I heard that you haven¡¯t eaten anything for two days, but insist to see me?¡± Appen said. He still seemed to be a little weary, but looked more mature. His eyes revealed emotions which Otto was unfamiliar with. ¡°Now your requirement is satisfied. Start to eat.¡± ¡°Where am I?¡± Otto asked in a hoarse voice, hands on the steel bars, ¡°Why did you do so? What did you do to my father?¡± ¡°Are you not satisfied with the room?¡± Appen said, looking around, ¡°It¡¯s decorated according to your room in the Duke mansion. It¡¯s not large, but you have a bed, a desk, chairs, and a bookcase. I think you can live a comfortable life here.¡± He paused and said, ¡°As for where it is¡­ Of course, it¡¯s under the palace. I can only feel at ease when you¡¯re kept here.¡± Otto gritted his teeth and said, ¡°Your Majesty, I need to talk to you. I didn¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°Betray me?¡± The King of Dawn interrupted him, ¡°Do you think I¡¯ll still believe these lies and continue to be deceived by you? It took me two months to find some clues about the witches. I have never thought that you were actually involved. You asked Yorko, the Ambassador of Graycastle, to ¡®Black Money¡¯ to participate in the auction, and also helped him leave the City of Glow. Wasn¡¯t that betrayal?¡± He raised his voice, as he apparently did not want to suppress his anger anymore. ¡°That day in the palace, didn¡¯t you hear how the King of Graycastle abandon the covenant and trample on my father¡¯s feelings?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°Do you want to talk about the traitors or the witches who should go to hell?¡± Appen asked in a tone full of hatred. ¡°Enough, Otto Luoxi! If you were not my friend since childhood, the eldest son of the three noble families, I would have long sent you to the gallows! I still need the support of the three families now. But that doesn¡¯t mean I need you forever. This is my last chance for you. Don¡¯t force me to do that!¡± Otto¡¯s heart sank at his words. He had never seen his playmate show such a ferocious look. Thinking of those ¡°royal kights¡± he never saw before, he suddenly understood something. Perhaps they had lost the trust of the new king since the death of the old king. ¡°But the way, you just asked what happened to your father.¡± Before leaving, Appen suddenly said in a cold voice, ¡°Nothing happens to him. He still attended today¡¯s court meeting. As long as you eat food, Earl Luoxi will still be a good loyal noble. Stop this stupid hunger strike. That¡¯s good for both of us. If you persist, I have to take the hard way.¡± Chapter 823 Chapter 823: Dark Clouds over Hermes Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Although it was snowing slightly, it was a fair day in the Northern Region. Nail was rubbing the oil stick on the gun barrel out of sheer boredom. He occasionally glanced at the Impassable Mountain Range with the telescope. Since they had been stationed here, he did not observe the mountain as frequently as he did before. He usually checked it two or three times a day and spent the rest of time on maintaining the flintlock and chatting with his companions. Maintenance of weapons required a person to be detail-oriented. Every half a month or so, they would get a portion of a thumb-long ¡°oil stick¡± wrapped in hard paper. It was heard that the oil stick was made of abandoned oil from the soap factory. When they used it, they needed to heat it up and then rub it onto the special double-ended brush, which had a large and a small brush on either end, to be inserted into the gun barrel and cartridge. In the past, every squad was equipped with only one set of cleaning tools. But nowadays as there were more and more factories and workshops in Neverwinter, the brushes became accessories to the guns and everyone had one. Of course, when there was no bonfire, they could heat the oil stick by body or mouth temperature. Though the soldiers in the First Army was forbidden to eat the abandoned oil, some people still secretly rubbed it on their dried food as a seasoning. As a squad leader, he usually chose to turn a blind eye. After all, the teams responsible for guarding the Northern Region were basically veterans. Some of them were even over 20 years older than him. If he had not attended the primary education class, he would not be selected as the squad leader. He could only smile to those who used to be his neighbors in the past. After assembling the parts one by one, the rifle became shiny again. He pressed the trigger several times to ensure the empty gun could shoot normally before he once again checked the front. He was still unable to forget the defense battle in autumn. Once he closed his eyes, the image of that young woman wearing a red cope would emerge in his mind. It was in this blockhouse that he witnessed her death. He knew that she was an enemy and a Pure Witch of the church, but her struggling in the gunshots still made him uncomfortable. If it were not Iron Axe¡¯s command and his loyalty to His Majesty, he would have chosen to leave the army and return to his previous job as a steam engine operator in the mining area. Although he still served in the First Army, Nail made up his mind to leave the machine gun team but become an observer who protected machine gunners. He knew that he was self-deceiving, but he had no way to overcome the obstacle in his heart. The battlefield, which had been soaked with blood, was restored to the ordinary look as if nothing had happened. The barbed wires had long been removed, leaving only a dozen of crooked stakes. Trenches were also filled with snow. If there were no blockhouses, one could not distinguish this field from the wild field around. Except them, no one knew that over 2,000 people had once died here, just several hundred meters in front of the first line of stakes. ¡°Chief, we¡¯re running out of firewood. Let me go to fetch some,¡± said a soldier who was nearly as young as Nail. The firewood he mentioned was the stakes once used to fix the barbed wires. He said, ¡°Otherwise the other squad will blame us for not adding more firewood after using it.¡± ¡°But it¡¯s duty time now¡­¡± Nail shook his head and said, ¡°You may be seen by others.¡± ¡°They won¡¯t say anything,¡± another veteran said, laughing. ¡°It¡¯s so cold today. No one will care if we go to get firewood to warm us up. It has been several months since the cowards of the church retreated. Do you think they¡¯ll come today?¡± His words were agreed by everyone else. Nail also knew the veteran was right. At first, Iron Axe required 500 soldiers in the camp keeping stationed at the foot of Coldwind Ridge to guard against the last struggle of the church or the invasion of the demonic beasts. However, to their surprise, no enemies appeared. Maybe the superiors believed that enemies would not come, so they transferred over 200 soldiers to other places and divided the rest of soldiers into patrol teams, whose mission was to stay in the blockhouses to monitor in the northwestern direction in turns. Nail hesitated but finally agreed with that soldier. He said, ¡°You alone will be too slow. Go there with more people.¡± The soldier whistled and replied, ¡°Yes, Head!¡± Nail turned back and picked up the telescope to look toward the snow-covered field. What he could see was the white snow. Nothing changed. Just when he was about to wipe his pistol, he suddenly saw two or three dark spots which were especially striking in a white background. He was startled, and then shouted, ¡°Wait!¡± The soldiers who had reached the stairs stopped immediately, and the others around the stove hurriedly stood up and drew close. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Nail wiped the lens with his wool neckline and looked back in the northwestern direction. He saw more dark spots. He held his breath and observed them for a moment, only to find that they were a group of people slowly walking in the snow. ¡°Blow the horn to alert the soldiers! Someone is approaching the front!¡± ¡°Woo¡ªwoo¡ªwoo¡ªwoo¡ª¡± As the horn sounded, the entire camp was seething at once. With a rifle in his hand, Nail led his squad members out of the blockhouse and stood in a line around the blockhouse, placing their gun barrels on the sandbags covered with snow. As the trench was filled with snow, they had to shorten the front line, assisting the heavy machine gun to defend. ¡°Are they from the church?¡± someone asked. ¡°Who else will come?¡± muttered the former veteran unhappily. ¡°Coldwind Ridge has long been abandoned by His Majesty. Only people in Hermes will come from that direction. I underestimated their guts.¡± ¡°I hope they¡¯re not the monster-like warriors. We don¡¯t have the support of the Artillery Battalion this time.¡± ¡°We have nothing to be afraid of. I don¡¯t believe they can run quickly in the heavy snow.¡± The veteran spat. ¡°If they wear armors, they¡¯ll sink in the snow and become our targets.¡± ¡°Head, their distance?¡± ¡°At least 1,000 meters away,¡± replied Nail, frowning at the suspicious group. ¡°It¡¯s so strange. Something is wrong¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°They¡­ aren¡¯t like the God¡¯s Punishment Army.¡± ¡°Does the church send the Judgement Army?¡± All soldiers were relieved. If they were just ordinary Judgement Warriors, it would be impossible for them to approach in the crossfire of machine guns on the blockhouse. ¡°No, not the Judgement Army¡­ They¡¯re not armored. Actually, they¡¯re so ragged.¡± said Nail, holding the telescope and said in surprise, ¡°Gosh, how did these people come down from the mountain? They¡¯re like¡­ a group of refugees! ¡± ¡°Or maybe the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors disguised as refugees,¡± the veteran shrugged. ¡°Hey, where are you going?¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to tell them to stop!¡± Nail said without turning back, ¡°Otherwise, the other squads will shoot them!¡± Translator¡¯s Thoughts Transn Transn Sorry for the late publishment~~ The next chapter will be published on time ???? Chapter 824 Chapter 824: The Symbol of the Fall Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As he approached the front, he could clearly see the group of refugees without the telescope. Men, women, old men, and children. They were all ragged and staggering, looking weak and frail. They were even weaker than common militia, not to mention the Judgement Army. Nail was more sure about his judgment. But he knew that the church had a pill which could enhance the taker¡¯s physical strength within a second. Considering that they might use the Berserk Pills, Nail told his squad members to hold up the heavy machine guns within the suppressing shooting range before he approached alone and shouted, ¡°This is the border defense line of the Kingdom of Graycastle. You¡¯re forbidden to step forward. Freeze, or we¡¯ll fire!¡± Apparently, those people also saw him. They did not stop moving; instead, they accelerated their pace in excitement. Nail shot twice upward and repeated his warning, but they continued to run toward him. ¡°Mr. Nail, come back!¡± Cried the veteran behind him. ¡°They don¡¯t even know what flintlocks are. They won¡¯t stop no matter how loud you shout!¡± Hearing that, Nail hurriedly shouted that he would shoot arrows, and those people finally responded. Nevertheless, after a moment¡¯s hesitation, they continued to move forward and waved both hands toward the First Army, yelling while running. He could only tell that they were crying for help. ¡°No, stop!¡± Nail was still trying to stop them until he was dragged back to the defensive line by his teammates. When those people crossed the first line of stakes, flames spurted from the two blockhouses at the same time. Whistling bullets flew overhead and fell near the stakes, splashing snow dust and submerging their cries. There was immediately a mist of blood among the crowd. This time they finally stopped moving forward. Except for the refugees who had been shot and fell, the others fell on their knees one after another and then threw themselves down in the snow. Terrified as they were, they did not turn around. It seemed that they were more afraid of some even more dreadful things behind them. ¡°Stop! Stop! Don¡¯t fire!¡± Nail took off his jacket, got up and waved toward the blockhouses, risking being hit by a stray bullet. The machine gun squads finally released their triggers. Probably they noticed his strange move, two more squads left the blockhouses and approached the front line. Walking through the still-smoky field, a five-man squad held the rifles, followed Nail and slowly approached the strangers. Those strangers were trembling but dared not to move again in spite of the chilling snow. ¡°Where are you from?¡± No one answered. ¡°Haven¡¯t you heard the question of our squad leader?¡± cried the veteran. ¡°If you don¡¯t answer it, you¡¯ll be treated as spies and hanged.¡± ¡°My, my, my¡­ my lord,¡± someone finally spoke this time. ¡°We¡­ we all came from Hermes.¡± ¡°So you¡¯re believers of the church?¡± Nail asked, frowning. ¡°Yes¡­ No, no, we aren¡¯t,¡± answered the man, banging his head on the ground again and again. ¡°In the past, we were deceived by the church. But we regret now! The deities did not protect the church. We were wrong. Please give us some food.¡± His words stirred up the crowd. They begged, ¡°My lord, please, please give us some oatmeal. My child is starving!¡± ¡°The army of the church was after us. We had to drop our luggage.¡± ¡°My lord, I haven¡¯t eaten anything for three days.¡± ¡°So they would rather be shot by machine guns than run away?¡± Nail thought. He could not bear to look at the withered faces and bleeding bodies. After they fled from the Holy City, Graycastle was their only hope to survive. He reached his dried food in his waist pocket and was about to throw it to them while a veteran grabbed him by his wrist. ¡°Hey, what¡¯re you doing?¡± ¡°Give them some food.¡± ¡°Are you sure? These guys are believers of the church.¡± The veteran lowered his voice and stressed, ¡°They¡¯re our enemies.¡± ¡°But now they aren¡¯t. Didn¡¯t you hear it? They admitted that they had been deceived.¡± ¡°Hmm, deceived?¡± The veteran replied disdainfully, ¡°When they can¡¯t survive, they¡¯ll even worship demons. Compared with those Judgement Army soldiers fighting for the church, these people are just timid drifters.¡± ¡°Head, Uncle Sang is right. Maybe they made the weapons and armors used by the church army.¡± ¡°Who knows whether they¡¯ve hurt the First Army?¡± ¡°They deserve it. That¡¯s what they¡¯ll end up with since they¡¯ve fought against His Majesty. I¡¯ll definitely not give any food to them.¡± Nail took a deep breath and made a gesture to tell them to be quiet. He said, ¡°Listen to me. We all know what Border Town was like before His Majesty came. At that time everyone was deceived by the church. But His Majesty didn¡¯t abandon us or treat us as betrayers. Then how could we despise them? Of course, I agree that we should spare none of those who committed a crime. Give them some food, and then bring them for interrogation. That¡¯s what we should do.¡± ¡°Eh, well¡­¡± ¡°And His Majesty once said in his book that the Kingdom of Graycastle is a whole. As long as someone isn¡¯t guilty and is willing to pay allegiance to Graycastle, he should be treated as a subject of the king, rather than being persecuted and excluded.¡± Nail continued to say, ¡°If there are innocent people among them and we watch them die in front us, aren¡¯t we against His Majesty¡¯s wish?¡± The crowd fell into silence for a moment. Then the veteran grinned and said, ¡°Head Nail, now I know why Sir Blair chose you as our squad leader. You¡¯ve become so different since you went to school. In the past, you always stumbled when speaking in front of a crowd. If Iron Head knows it, he¡¯ll be proud of you.¡± Apparently, he did not agree with Nail¡¯s remark that ¡°anyone who pays allegiance to Graycastle is the subject of Graycastle¡±, but since everyone in the First Army admired King Roland, they did not oppose Nail¡¯s decision anymore. The veteran said, ¡°But you can¡¯t directly throw food to them. That¡¯ll cause a chaos. Pick up some starving ones and order them to come up one by one.¡± ¡­ As more and more soldiers came, Eagle Face, the deputy battalion commander who was in charge of Northern Region garrison, also came to the front line. This tall man, who had round eyes and a pointed mouth like a grey eagle of Western Region, was one of the excellent hunters who joined the Militia with Iron Axe. He asked, ¡°Can someone explain what happened?¡± Nail stepped forward and saluted, and then briefly told him the incident. ¡°Escaped from the Holy City?¡± Eagle Face asked thoughtfully. He ordered them to bring a refugee forward and said, ¡°What happened in Hermes? If you tell me the situation in details, I can give you food.¡± ¡°My, my lord¡­¡± The refugee nervously swallowed and replied, ¡°The Cathedral of the New Holy City¡­ collapsed¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± Nail was shocked for a moment. He had heard that the Hermes Cathedral was a symbol of the immortality of the church. Before the completion of His Majesty¡¯s Miracle Building, the tower had been the tallest building built by mankind. At the start of the defensive battle under the Coldwind Ridge, he also had dreamed to follow His Majesty into the Hermes Plateau and occupy the tower that could reach the skies in the legend. But this magnificent building¡­ did not exist anymore? ¡°I heard that a big pit suddenly appeared below the church and the entire tower fell¡­¡± The refugees stumbled, ¡°The Judgement Army blocked the scene, but a big building disappeared without a trace, and the mighty bang¡­ Everyone knew what happened. The church is over, my lord, the deities no longer favor it. The outside residents have begun to flee. We were a little later, and then we ran into the Judgement Army who was chasing us. Among the hundreds of people, only we escaped¡­¡± ¡°That means the Holy City is a mess now?¡± ¡°A mess, a mess¡­¡± That man nodded and said, ¡°Beside the Western Gate, the Southern and East Gates are also open and unguarded. Obviously, the guards have also run away. I heard that the situation in the old Holy City is even worse. I really haven¡¯t seen any caravans come into the city for a long time.¡± ¡°Got it. You¡¯re excused.¡± After the soldiers took the men away, Eagle Face looked excited. ¡°This is an unexpected good news. Maybe we¡¯ll occupy Hermes before the arrival of the army.¡± Nails naturally knew why the deputy battalion commander was glad about. If he became the first Commander to lead the army into the Holy City, it would undoubtedly be his great achievement. But Nail did not pay much attention to whether he would win more achievements; instead, he cared more about those refugees who had suffered hunger and coldness. After Nail told his concern, Eagle Face looked at him thoughtfully and answered after a moment, ¡± It¡¯s impossible for the camp to keep these outsiders. Give them some tents and food, and allow them to encamp in places where the heavy machine guns cover.¡± ¡°In this utterly unsheltered field?¡± Nail said worriedly, ¡°If the weather becomes worse and there is heavy rain or storm at night, they probably won¡¯t survive the night.¡± ¡°As the head of the garrison in the Northern Region, I must give top priority to the safety of the First Army.¡± Eagle Face was unmoved and said, ¡°I will inform Duke Kant to accommodate them. Before the arrival of the helpers in Deepvalley Town, these people have to pray to have a good luck.¡± Chapter 825 Chapter 825: Dusk Tolls Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Tucker Thor climbed up the fortified city wall of the New Holy City and slowly walked to the blotchy parapet. It was probably the most peaceful Months of Demons after the establishment of the stronghold. As a tactic to defend against demonic beasts, the city wall was cleaned up regularly, covered with no ice or snow, but stood out in the bleak, vast whiteness like an ash-gray giant all the year round, no matter how big the snow was. At present, however, Tucker could easily leave his footprints on the snow-covered wall. All traces of the battle had been wiped out by thick snows, including lumps and bumps on the flagstone pavement, and blood that seeped through the crevices between the slabs, as if nothing had ever happened. It would be an incredible scene in the past. Nonetheless, the recent drastic changes had completed overshadowed such aberrancy. Tucker had thought the Holy City of Hermes would be razed to the ground by swarms of demonic beasts. In fact, all the believers had determined to remain in the cathedral to the last, but they had not anticipated that few enemies had actually appeared. Those who did come to attack had not even made an attempt to crawl up the city wall. While everybody was still absorbed in profound astonishment and celebration delight, the subsequent event, however, came as a heavy blow in such a cruel fashion that they were once again reminded of the volatility of the deities. As the church had suffered a great loss during the war against Graycastle, the top priority in winter had become the election of three new archbishops and other senior executives. In order to maintain the order in the Holy City and restore believers¡¯ faith in God, many young believers had been promoted to key positions. Tucker had also been elevated from Chief Justice to one of the acting bishops. Just when the situation was about to turn for the better, the abrupt collapse of the cathedral at a windless night, which had killed a number of senior executives, destroyed all hopes of the war survivors. At that time, Tucker had happened to be patrolling the campsite and therefore had narrowly escaped death. Nobody knew how it had happened, although rumors about a great fire in the core underground area beneath the church remained afloat. It was also rumored that the area had once been attacked by demonic beasts. Yet without the permission of the pope, they could not access the secret trap on their own, notwithstanding the mysterious disappearance of the acting pope Reverend Tayfun. The sag of the Hermes Cathedral could be considered as a more miserable defeat than the war. The loss of the war could be attributed to the poor and confusing communications between commanders and soldiers, or to the treachery of their enemies, but the collapse of the Tower of Babel, which represented the spirit of the church, meant that they had been abandoned by God. The incident had almost become their last straw in consideration of their already precarious situation. Although the church had blocked the scene immediately, the news still spread out. Residents in the Holy City started to flee Hermes, beginning from masons and tradesmen living in the outer part of the city, who did not put much faith in the church in the first place. Then, like a contagious plague, terror slowly spread to the outer city and the inner city, except this time there was no divine cure for the disease. Tucker had once organized a reverent pray ceremony on the city wall with all the members of the Judgment Army and priests, hoping that the deities would once again divert their attention to this last human stronghold and protect living beings behind it from the evil power in Hell, but the deities had not responded to their pray. Tucker Thor remembered that Pope Mayne had once taught him that power was the only means to defy evil. However, he could not think of anything other than praying to God to re-establish the church¡¯s integrity. ¡°Your Eminence¡­ here you are.¡± A woman¡¯s voice came from behind. ¡°The army responsible for pursuing fugitives has returned, but¡­¡± ¡°Some of the units fled, right?¡± Tucker turned around and said in a soft voice. As he had expected, the reporter was Farrina, one of the commanders that survived of the Judgment Army who took over his previous position. The resemblance on Farrina¡¯s face reminded Tucker another woman, Alicia, a warrior from the advance battalion who had sacrificed herself for the church. As one of the few female Judgement Warriors, they both had a tough character. Alicia had fought to her death when over half of her comrades had been killed as demonic beasts had approached the wall of the cathedral. Farrina, on the other hand, assumed the critical role of the commander of the Judgment Army when their very survival was threatened to keep the situation from getting out of hand. Farrina stomped indignantly. ¡°Yes. Those new recruits who just joined recently cannot be of any use. More than 20 people went to catch fugitives but only one or two returned. I know they haven¡¯t received much training, but it¡¯s very unlikely that they would be killed by refugees. If I ever find them, I¡¯ll definitely let them know the consequence of betrayal!¡± Tucker sighed. ¡°It¡¯s inevitable. How many people are left in the Judgement Army?¡± ¡°564. They¡¯re all guarding the inner city gate of the Holy City, so they should be able to stop residents in the inner city from leaving.¡± Tucker knew that these soldiers plus around 100 God¡¯s Punishment Warriors down the ruin of the church were the only forces left. He concluded that human beings were doomed, for it was impossible for these 100-odd soldiers to stop demons. Tucker had learned this powerful enemy from Pope Mayne. What the church had been striving to achieve was to help human beings survive the Battle of Doomsday and ensure the continuation of the human race. That was the reason they developed powerful warriors like the God¡¯s Punishment Army. But that was not sufficient. The church also had to unify the Four Kingdoms before the great battle and combine all human power in order to gain the eventual victory. What was the point of keeping the hold of this plateau stronghold when there is no hope? There was little he could do, but for those 500 odd people, they could be relieved of the burden of protecting the whole human race. Tucker finally broke the silence. ¡°Go to the east. The Kingdom of Everwinter or the Kingdom of Wolfheart, whichever it is, pick somewhere close to the coast. We can build a new holy city there.¡± He believed in that case, even if demons invaded the Four Kingdoms, they could still, if lucky, flee by boat from the harbor to some distant islands and spend the rest of their life there before human beings were wiped out. Farrina was stunned. ¡°Leave Hermes? But Your Eminence, if we leave, who will defend against demonic beasts?¡± ¡°We can blame Graycastle if demonic beasts invade the inner continent from the breach. Our current top priority is to reserve our strength. We can always build a new cathedral but we can¡¯t let our believers suffer. When the Four Kingdoms are permeated with demonic beasts, people will naturally remember our power again.¡± ¡°Demonic beasts don¡¯t really matter, as they aren¡¯t our true enemies. The greatest threat is from the depth of Hell, but there¡¯s nothing you guys can do about it. What I can do at this last moment is to keep you as far away from the battlefield as possible. You¡¯ve done enough to protect human beings,¡± Tucker said within himself. Farrina¡¯s slender brows furrowed. ¡°Those pious believers who resolve to fall with the Holy City may not agree to abandon Hermes.¡± Tucker replied after a moment of silence, ¡°The Holy City lies where you stay, child. Explain to them, and they¡¯ll understand. This is also the order of the acting pope, which is to preserve ourselves and the spirit of the church. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Let those fugitives leave as they please and spread the news of the fall of the Holy City. By that time, the King of Graycastle will probably be anxious to take them in,¡± thought Tucker. ¡°I understand, Your Eminence¡­ No, Your Holiness,¡± Farrina bit her lip. At length, she curled up her hands into a fist, placed it over her chest and bowed. Just then, the somber sky was overspread by a haze of dusk. Tucker turned around and saw the orangey red rays of the setting sun slowly streak through clouds and that the fresh white snowfield was basking in slanting beams of sunshine. ¡°Does this mean¡­ the Months of Demons has ended?¡± Farrina¡¯s face lighted up. ¡°Yes. The snow will melt in no time. Go and tell the news. If they start to prepare now, we¡¯ll be able to take off in two or three weeks.¡± ¡°OK. Please excuse me!¡± She nodded and ran to the inner city. At that moment, the bell in the Holy City tolled, announcing the arrival of evening. The bell tolled nine times to tell believers that it was time to close their eyes and pray to God. Yet Tucker Thor did not pray. Because God was not listening to them anymore. He took off the crown on his head and placed it on the balcony. Then he ascended the city wall and gazed at the last splendor of the setting sun. He had one more thing to do to persuade people to completely abandon Hermes. But Tucker did not mind it because by doing so, he would be able to reunite with his old battle companions who had once fought with him. It was not only a twilight for the church, but also for the whole human race. Tucker shut his eyes and stooped over. ¡­ Farrina heard a gentle thud behind her as if something had slipped down the wall and into the valley. When she turned around, however, there was nobody on the city wall. . The End of the Volume: The Bell of Twilight Chapter 826 Chapter 826: Conference of Agriculture Mobilization Movement Translator: TransN Editor: Meh The Months of Demons this year lasted for nearly five months. By the time murky clouds that overhung the Western Region were dispersed by warm sunbeams, it was late spring. Roland faced a pressing issue. It was spring plowing. Although the war against the Southernmost Region during the Months of Demons, when the other powers were all sort of in a state of dormancy, had won him a lot of time to prelude the unification operation, it was also undeniable that he had consumed tons of food in winter. Due to the lack of food input and the rapid increase in the population, the food in the granary in the Border Area was, for the first time, exhausted. Roland was secretly happy that he had entrusted the seeds of Golden Ones developed by Leaf to Petrov and had ordered him to promote engineered food to the public right after the seizure of Longsong Stronghold; otherwise, they would not have peacefully made their way through the Months of Demons this year. The concrete boats traveling between the border and the Longsong area was the lifeline of the First Army, for they transported pancakes made from coarse-grained wheat flour to soldiers fighting at the front. As a result of the urgency of the matter, Roland convened a spring plowing conference right after the celebration of ¡°Victory Day¡±. On that day, not only the Ministry of Agriculture but the whole City Hall, including secondary officials in the Longsong area, the district governor, Petrov, and the governor of Fallen Dragon Ridge, Spear, were all summoned to the Neverwinter castle. It should be noted that Spear Passi was directly transferred by Maggie. Ghastly pale and frightened, she complained about her rough flight when she landed and bowed to Roland. Calvin Kant, the lord of the Northern Region, was absent, but he sent his daughter Edith and his second son Cole to attend the conference on behalf of him. Roland was not sure if it was an illusion, but he noticed, somehow, that the Pearl of the Northern Region had become more radiant since her return from the Great Snow Mountain. Compared with her resplendency, Cole seemed increasingly frail and insignificant. Roland also wondered whether his attire was a little too¡­ androgynous? Anyhow, the attendees of the conference came from all parts of Graycastle, except the Eastern Region, whose lord had yet to pledge fealty to Roland, and the Central Region, where Roland had yet to establish a well-functioning city hall. Without these two regions, the conference could be considered as the first National Congress. Roland surveyed the hall in satisfaction and then tapped the desk. Everybody instantly became silent. All the eyes rested upon the king. ¡°You must be wondering why I wrote the word ¡®operation¡¯ on the banner.¡± Roland pointed to the red banner on the wall behind him. ¡°Because this is essentially a war. It determines whether we can successfully implement our strategic plan this year and whether we¡¯re doing the right thing for people in Neverwinter! I promised to refugees when I took them in that as long as they worked hard, they would never starve.¡± ¡°In the past three years, I fulfilled my promise. My domain expanded from a small, underdeveloped border town to more than half of the territory of Graycastle. I see no reason that we can¡¯t make it happen this year. Our kingdom would only be stable when our subjects aren¡¯t worried about food. Therefore, I need every one of you to take spring plowing seriously. All of you have to reach your agricultural production target this year in accordance with the plowing regulations and guidelines drafted by the Ministry of Agriculture.¡± Roland paused for a second and then continued, ¡°Also, starting from this year, there¡¯ll be an assessment specifically targeting the agricultural progress in your jurisdiction, which will include evaluations on how much virgin land you¡¯ve cultivated, the number of farmers in your domain, as well as the agricultural production. These factors will be incorporated into the criteria for a competent governor!¡± Perceiving the confusion among all the attendees, Roland smiled faintly. ¡°It¡¯s OK you don¡¯t know about these evaluation items, because Sirius, the Minister of Agriculture, will later spend one day explaining to you in detail. In conclusion, if you fail to meet my criteria, it tells me that you aren¡¯t competent to rule the region and are no longer suitable for the governor position.¡± Nobody uttered a word, but Roland could clearly sense the tension among them from their expressions. This was exactly the effect Roland wanted to achieve. The abortion of the feudal system not only meant the cancellation of feudal rights but also meant the abolishment of the hereditary system. Roland allowed those officials to receive benefits from the government, but he would not tolerate any delays of his development plan. The agriculture assessment was simply a start. Roland uncovered the curtain behind him, revealing the big red number underneath, and said, ¡°I¡¯ll set an easy target for you for the first year in terms of other criteria. But in terms of agricultural production, I want you to reach this number!¡± Everyone gasped. ¡°2,500,000 kg?¡± Roland was not surprised at their reaction. The average production in this era was 500,000 kg for a mid-sized city and 750,000 for a big one like the old king¡¯s city. The first time they had grown Golden Ones in Border Town, the food production was a little over 350,000 kg, which had been considered as an unprecedented big harvest at that time. Of course, the actual food production was largely influenced by farmland areas and the number of farmers. Unlike Border Town which relied heavily on high-return crops, big cities totally depended on the surrounding villages and small towns, as well as the work of thousands of farmers to obtain such a big quantity of food. Because of this, he decided to include farmland areas and the number of farmers in the evaluation. The fewer farmers were, the more workers would be in the factory. Roland signaled everybody to be quiet. ¡°In fact, when you see the testing field for Golden Twos, you¡¯ll understand this target isn¡¯t that unrealistic. After numerous repeated tests by Leaf, Golden Twos can now yield food more than two times Gold Ones per unit. The wheat-straw in the field is overloaded by ears of wheat.¡± Petrov exclaimed in surprise. ¡°Your Majesty¡­ is it true that Golden Twos can yield two times more?¡± Among all the officials outside Neverwinter, Petrov was the only one who was impressed by the amazing production rate of Golden Ones. During the war in the Months of Demons, the Longsong Area had provided the First Army with over half of the total supplies, thanks to the cultivation of Golden Ones that had generated a huge amount of excess. In comparison, the normal wheat they had previously grown could not even suffice to feed people in one city. ¡°That¡¯s right, but Golden Twos isn¡¯t perfect either.¡± Roland looked at Leaf standing next to him and announced, ¡°Now I¡¯ll hand over to Miss Leaf from the Witch Union, who will talk about the features of Golden Twos in detail.¡± After a slight nod, Leaf walked up to him with a bag of grown wheat in her hand and showed it to everybody. She said, ¡°Golden Twos is different from any wheat you¡¯ve grown before. It can only be grown once. So, you have to come to Neverwinter annually to get new seeds. I¡¯ve strengthened the root of the plant so that it can absorb nutrition from the soil deep down the earth. That¡¯s also the reason it requires a lot of fertilizer; otherwise, we¡¯ll have to adopt a fallow system by marking out three farmlands and using them in a rotation. Also¡­¡± Roland stroked his chin in satisfaction while watching Leaf become more confident and comfortable to speak in public. Golden Twos could be viewed as a new type of wheat that produced its own ¡°Jinkela¡±. Its roots could extend four to five meters underground and absorb nutrients more efficiently. Apart from being unable to reproduce, it surpassed Golden Ones in every aspect. This sole defect of Golden Twos was actually a merit for Neverwinter. As the plant could not reproduce, the other cities would have to rely on the new king¡¯s city¡¯s supply once they started to grow Golden Twos. At the same time, other low-yield wheat would be obsolete and pushed out of the market. In a sense, Golden Twos enabled Roland to create a food monopoly, and the government would definitely benefit a lot from the control of the food resources. Roland believed no farmers would want to grow normal wheat again after they tried out Golden Twos. The promotion of the newly-developed seeds throughout the whole nation would largely alleviate the problem of food deficiency. With more food¡­ he could feed more people. Because now, he no longer contented himself with ruling Graycastle only. Chapter 827 Chapter 827: War Supplies Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Edith was the first to raise questions after Leaf finished. ¡°Your Majesty, is it safe for us ordinary people to consume the magic-engineered wheat?¡± It was probably the problem that the people here were most concerned about. After the Pearl of the Northern Region brought that up, not only Petrov but also Spear was anxious to get a straight answer. Roland replied with a smile, ¡°First of all, there¡¯s no significant difference between Golden Twos and Golden Ones, for both of them are developed by Leaf. The only difference is that Golden Twos yields more food than Golden Ones. Second, although it¡¯s enhanced by magic power, the plant itself doesn¡¯t contain any, so you don¡¯t need to worry that it will cause harm to ordinary people. In fact, the oatmeal and the pancake I ate a few days ago were actually made from Golden Twos in the testing field.¡± Roland somehow remembered the fervent discussion about natural food, hybrid food, and genetically engineered food in the modern world. Some people stressed that the best food was natural food, but they had forgotten what natural food had originally looked like. The origin of Golden Twos was very complicated. To fully explain it, Roland had to educate them on genetic mutation and the mechanism of heredity, a part of knowledge that even Leaf did not know much about. Although Leaf¡¯s ability could induce great changes to plants in a short period of time, she had to constantly supply the plants with magic power to sustain the change, and the change could not pass down to next generations. If the change was too great, the plants would die instantly when the supply of magic power suspended. Therefore, when Leaf cultivated golden wheat, she used her ability mainly to create genetic mutations and accelerate the growing speed of the plants. Then, she picked out those fit for survival and eliminate those not. After numerous rounds of selection and reproduction, she finally cultivated a species with a distinctive character. The process was no different than traditional farming, except it was a lot faster. The selection process, which usually would take hundreds of years, had completed in merely two years. Roland had once seen what an original watermelon looked like. It was a fist-sized fruit wrapped in a hard shell with several pieces of yellow flesh in it, pretty much like a mandarin. By the 17th Century, however, the flesh had turned to a red color and the fruit itself had also become much larger. Unfortunately, over half of the fruit was filled with white tissues, with only four or five spoons of eatable flesh. Apart from watermelon, many fruits people often saw nowadays looked quite different from what they had looked like in the past. In fact, the same held true for plants and animals. The most typical example was dogs, an originally non-existent species that had transformed from wolves as a result of generations of human influences. Therefore, the so-called natural food was also a product of repeated human selection and filtering. The true, original food was most likely tasteless. Plus, not only human beings but also other species, from mammals all the way to microorganisms, were all constantly changing to adapt better to the environment. In Roland¡¯s opinion, it was as natural for human beings to build a power station as yeasts ferment bread, because life itself was a part of nature. Roland knew these theories were beyond the understandings of these local officials, so he simplified his answer to two sentences: a) It was safe to eat Golden Ones, and it was certainly OK to eat Golden Twos; b) I ate them as well. The best way to persuade them in this era was that the king set an example for his people. Seeing that everybody was now convinced, Roland went on, ¡°Furthermore, like what we¡¯re doing in Neverwinter, all food trades in your city should be supervised and controlled by the secondary City Hall. Private food sale is forbidden. Barov, the Governor-in-Chief, will talk about the detailed implementation of the policy.¡± Countess Spear Passi raised her brows. ¡°Your Majesty, if Golden Twos does provide high yields as you¡¯ve described, there must be a large excess after all subjects are fed. That¡¯ll create a huge financial burden for the government if City Hall plans to buy back all the excess. The population in Fallen Dragon Ridge is just a little over 10,000. Considering that, do we also have to produce so much food?¡± ¡°Yes, because we aren¡¯t going to consume the excess of food but to stock them.¡± ¡°Stock them?¡± Spear was a little surprised. ¡°For the upcoming Battle of Divine Will.¡± Roland pronounced the words slowly. Other than attracting immigrants to Graycastle, the other reason he forced local officials to promote Golden Twos was this battle that was going to determine the survival of all human beings. Since Roland was born in peacetime and had not experienced the cruelty of a prolonged war, he could only make war preparations based on what he had learned from histories. The worst scenario Roland could think of was that the population reduced by 30% and that all young, abled ones went to war, leaving women and children working in the plant to provide supplies to the front. In that case, the farmland would be very likely deserted. If, however, they had food excess that could last two to three years, they might be able to survive the most difficult wartime and wait until things turned better. Roland had discussed the matter with Karl Van Bate, the Minister of Construction. The latter believed that a granary that was well-designed, well-structured and well taken care of could preserve grains for at most five years. Although stale grains of one or two years old would not taste as good as fresh ones, nobody would give much thought of it when they were overwhelmed by the bitterness of a war. It was worth noting that there were high-yield crops other than wheat in Leaf¡¯s testing field. After two years of experimenting, Leaf had successfully enhanced other imported crops, such as sugar canes, corns and potatoes, and cultivated their high-yield breeds. Corns and potatoes, in particular, genetically produced more food than wheat. The reasons Roland chose to promote Golden Twos rather than these two plants were: a) he could not easily create a monopoly on food trades as they could reproduce; b) their storage life was shorter than grains¡¯. Of course, agriculture was a very complex industry, which involved food for both human beings and animals¡­ For example, poultry relied heavily on fodder beans. However, Roland had no time to carefully plan that part out at the moment, as the food problem in wartime was already a project big enough for him to worry about. Since most of the attendees knew what the Battle of Divine Will stood for, nobody raised questions on the policy pertaining to the survival of human beings again. At the end of the conference, Roland fastened his eyes onto Scroll and said, ¡°I hope that we add agriculture to our secondary education as a subject so as to train people into experts who specialize in farming various plants and crops.¡± As the education level in other cities was incomparable to that in Neverwinter, Roland felt it hard to realize the democratization of education throughout the whole Graycastle. As such, he believed it was easier to dispatch some trained professionals from Neverwinter to supervise the agricultural industry in other cities. The movement would set a precedent for the other industries, such as chemistry, architecture and medical science. He did not expect his subjects to conduct their own research or construct new theories, but simply to apply what they had learned to the mundane operation of the industry. After the conference, Wendy brought Roland a piece of news. The witches who were exploring the snow mountain of the Western Region had safely docked at Neverwinter. When Roland arrived at the wharf, someone dashed to him and threw herself into his arms. Her blond hair tickled his cheeks. The air was impregnated with the scent that Roland was so familiar with. ¡°I¡¯m back,¡± Chuckling, Nightingale whispered in his ear. Chapter 828 Chapter 828: Nightingale¡¯s Secret Plan Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Roland was too overwhelmed by the swell of emotions to develop an immediate response. He wanted to reproach her for risking her own life, but his words, which were about to come out, finally yielded to a look of resignation when he saw Nightingale¡¯s beaming smile. In the end, he patted her on the back and said, ¡°Be more careful next time.¡± Nightingale nodded and then shook her head. She whispered to him in a voice that nobody but he could hear, ¡°Unlike Anna, I can¡¯t convert those drawings to physical entities¡­ This is the only thing that I can do for you.¡± She then paused for a moment and went on, ¡°But please don¡¯t worry. My top priority is to protect you¡­ and stand by your side. I won¡¯t recklessly put myself in a dangerous situation.¡± Nightingale flushed at her own bluntness. Although her voice kind of trailed off in the middle, Roland still clearly heard the word ¡°you¡±. The act had probably consumed all Nightingale¡¯s valor. With these words, she disengaged herself and vanished in the Mist. It was hard to imagine that the girl, who had to obviously muster all her courage to proclaim her feeling, would actually challenge a fearsome monster to a duel in the ruin, with nothing but a flintlock and some explosives in her hand. Roland was deeply moved. ¡°Please let me continue to protect you in the future.¡± Hearing Nightingale¡¯s calming voice from behind, Roland somehow felt a sense of security which he had not experienced for a long time. Next, as a common practice, he gave all the other witches a welcoming hug. Nonetheless, Roland was a little discomforted by the look of the Taquila survivors. Unlike the laughing and cheering union members, the Taquila witches, following their leaders, landed in an orderly manner, each with a black box on the shoulder. When they passed Roland, however, they stared at Roland, eyes fastened onto him, full of ardent desires and a feverish aspiration that made Roland shudder uncontrollably. Roland knew very well the reason behind their lusty gazes. Apparently, Pasha and some of the other witches had informed the God¡¯s Punishment Witches at the snow mountain of the Dream World. Apart from exploring, the purpose of their expedition was to transport the soul device to the Great Snow Mountain and transfer their souls to the devouring worms. Roland did not mind wild gazes from women, but the problem was that most of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches had a male appearance. Roland understood that due to the limitation in the choices of shells, they were forced to pick male God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. However, for Roland, it was a very unnerving feeling to be stared by a person of the same sex. Even though he knew the souls beneath these shells were female, he could not help feeling a little queasy under the scrutiny of a group of big, strong ¡°male¡± warriors. It was even worse when the stares were overflowed with some ineffable eagerness. After the greetings, Roland returned to the castle and found Nightingale had reappeared at his desk, her slender legs dangling in the air. ¡°So it¡¯s true¡­ that those shells can enter the Dream World?¡± It seemed some union witches had also learned the news. Roland shrugged. ¡°I was surprised at first as well. They will intrude the dream if they disconnect themselves in the area covered by the beams of light. Those beams are more a transportation channel than a connection with the deities.¡± Nightingale pursed her lips without uttering a word. Her eyes, however, brightened as she listened. She even cocked her feet to Roland¡¯s knees. Evidently, she was much bolder when they were alone. ¡°No!¡± Roland immediately objected. ¡°I know what you¡¯re thinking. You want to convert yourself to a God¡¯s Punishment Witch and enter the dream. I won¡¯t allow you to do that.¡± Roland had learned long before that Nightingale, unlike Anna, was more audacious. So he instantly renounced her crazy idea after noticing what she was planning on. If he did not, Nightingale would probably really plunge into action. ¡°But I¡­¡± ¡°There¡¯s no room for negotiation,¡± Roland interrupted her decisively. ¡°Entering the dream world doesn¡¯t mean you¡¯re fused with my mind, nor does it mean that you¡¯ll become immortal. It¡¯s just a fake, strange world which has been eroded by some unknown power. Perhaps someday it¡¯ll just vanish. Plus, even if you enter my dream on a daily basis, that¡¯s just one night. What about all those other moments? Are you planning to live in a shell that doesn¡¯t feel forever?¡± Nightingale lowered her head. After a long silence, she muttered, ¡°I just feel it¡¯s too unfair that they can go to places you once visited.¡± Roland was amused by her brooding tone. ¡°It¡¯s an unimaginable price they¡¯ve paid for. A senseless life of eternity is more terrible than a life of imprisonment. The Dream World is simply a small comfort to them. There¡¯s no need to envy them. You said ¡®My top priority is to protect you and¡­ stand by your side¡¯. Are you planning to break your promise?¡± Roland mimicked her voice. ¡°I don¡¯t want a bearded God¡¯s Punishment Warrior to stick around all day.¡± Abashed, Nightingale turned her head immediately. ¡°I, I got it! I didn¡¯t say that I would live in a shell. You did though.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Would you like some Chaos Drink?¡± She instantly turned back. ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Well, she¡¯s really easy to please,¡± thought Roland. Roland produced a pack of delicious dried fish from the drawer and put it on the desk, after which, he uncorked a new drink coming in a sky-blue bottle and filled Nightingale¡¯s glass. Roland said, ¡°Thank you for your help. Agatha told me if you did not severely wound that monster, everybody would have been in danger.¡± Nightingale gulped down the drink and exhaled a long breath. She nibbled one piece of dried fish and rubbed her nose. ¡°Anytime. You¡¯re being over-polite.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°No, I¡¯m not. If all the members of the exploration team of the Witch Union are killed in this operation, it¡¯ll be a permanent loss for Neverwinter. Therefore, your job is equally important as Anna¡¯s. You just specialize in different things. Do you understand?¡± Hearing this, Nightingale could not help smiling. She soon continued to chew her dried fish as if to cover her joy and the intricacies of her little mind. ¡°Um¡­ right, you said the Dream World has been eroded by an unknown power. What does that mean? Will you be in danger?¡± Roland was amused by the stiff manner in which she switched her subject, yet he did not point out but simply replied, ¡°That¡¯s a long story, but one thing is for sure, which is whatever that world becomes in the end, it won¡¯t affect the real me. No beams of light will appear if I don¡¯t want to dream.¡± As to the unknown power, Garcia said the Martialist Association would eventually lead their new recruits to uncover the mysterious veil of the dream world. No matter what she referred to, Roland would only know what she was talking about after seeing it. Compared with the erosion, Roland cared more about the newly amended Mathematical Olympiad textbook. Chapter 829 Chapter 829: Findings at the Snow Mountain Translator: TransN Editor: Meh The Mathematical Olympiad textbook itself did not bear much significance, but the premonition attaching to it did. During the initial exploration of the Dreamland, Roland had discovered that the books that he had never read were all blank, and this theory applied to both the books on bookstands and those in the library. Most books were nothing but blank sheets topped with a cover. He even speculated that those book covers were productions of some thin threads of his memories fading into oblivion. If he had never seen a book, it would never exist in the dream world. But the Mathematical Olympiad textbook on Zero¡¯s desk debunked his theory. He wondered why he had not noticed the peculiarity at the beginning. Had he overlooked it during the exploration in the first two or three months, or it was actually a change that occurred later? If it was the latter, he had to probe into it. If the Mathematical Olympiad textbook could come out of thin air and gradually restore its original appearance, would other books do the same trick? What about things he had never beheld? Roland tried to figure out the connection between the three events, which were the strange power he had obtained, the extermination of Fallen Evils, and the release of the Force of Nature. He was eager to find out if they were the driven factors of the changes to this world. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice interrupted his train of thoughts. Roland looked down and found that he was stroking Nightingale¡¯s feet with his hands without noticing it. The thin fabrics of socks did not prevent him from touching Nightingale¡¯s smooth skin and dainty toes. Nightingale looked a little embarrassed. ¡°I changed my socks, but since I couldn¡¯t take a shower on the ship, I¡¯m probably still a bit dirty¡­ Would you mind if I taking a shower first?¡± Roland was abashed. He did not know why he did that when his mind was apparently on some serious matters. Plus, the equivocal remark ¡°take a shower first¡± seemed to contain some unintended meanings, but his action was absolutely unintentional! While he was rummaging for an appropriate answer, the knocking on the office door greatly alleviated his trouble. After Nightingale vanished in the Mist, Roland cleared his throat and said, ¡°Come in.¡± Agatha came into the office. After an unceremonious bow, she asked, ¡°All the samples from the Great Snow Mountain have been transferred to the Third Border City. Do you want to take a look?¡± Roland managed to calm himself down in the guise of contemplation. He then gave an approving nod. ¡°Of course, let¡¯s go now.¡± Agatha replied a ¡°yes¡±, but she soon turned around at the door and asked, ¡°Are you not feeling well?¡± ¡°Why did you say that?¡± Roland was a little surprised. Agatha answered in a serious tone, ¡°Your voice sounds a little weird, which is a typical symptom of a cold. Although the Months of Demons has passed, it¡¯s still the coldest time of the year when snows melt, and people are most vulnerable to diseases at this time around. You aren¡¯t a witch, so you should take care of yourself, not only for you but for the whole human race. Do you understand? Before we take off, I suggest sending for Lily and asking her to check on you.¡± ¡­ The physical examination did not take long, but Roland drank a bottle of ¡°anti-illness water¡± made by Lily in great amusement. Under the protection of both his guards and the witches, Roland descended to the bottom of the Impassable Mountain Range. He was a little relieved when he saw the Taquila survivors. Since all of them were frequent visitors of the Dreamland who had experienced the pleasure of the Dream World except Pasha and Alethea, they looked more approachable. The visitors included Phyllis a.k.a. ¡°No. 76¡±, Faldi a.k.a. ¡°Magic Bug Nest¡±, Dawnen a.k.a. ¡°Matte Curtains¡±, and Ling a.k.a. ¡°Shadow Walker¡±. Among them, Phyllis was the only one who had a female appearance. Alethea ventured, ¡°I¡¯ve heard that you plan to raise those unknown bugs in our hall and tame them? Mortal king, I have to say you¡¯re as bold and crazy as those researchers in the Quest Society. You know one day, your curiosity will eventually destroy you. Those are species left by enemies from the deep ocean!¡± Roland shrugged carelessly. ¡°That¡¯s why I want you to guard them. The captured bugs aren¡¯t aggressive. They can¡¯t even drill holes. One secret chamber would be enough to confine them. Plus, according to Agatha¡¯s observation, these bugs don¡¯t have self-consciousness but the instinct of feeding and reproduction. There¡¯s a chance that the multi-eyed monster regains its control over them. However, if Neverwinter is so defenseless that even a creature as stupid as that can approach our city wall, we would probably have been wiped out long before.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t Agatha also a member of the Quest Society?¡± Alethea swayed her tentacle disapprovingly. As she had also been a higher ascendant before her conversion, she did not pay as much respect to the Ice Witch as Phyllis did. Agatha, who happened to become the subject of their conversation, simply twitched her lips, apparently having no intention to involve herself in this altercation. ¡°If you really want to make a fuss about it, Celine is also a member of the Quest Society. If she hears you say this nonsense, she¡¯ll certainly go against you.¡± Pasha came forward and apologized to Roland, ¡°Alethea meant no offence. She¡¯s just worried that those mutated bugs will have negative impacts on Neverwinter.¡± Roland waved his hands. ¡°That¡¯s fine. Let¡¯s go take a look.¡± He knew that Alethea¡¯s fear was not baseless, but what Agatha and Lightning wrote in their reports carried a significant meaning. If he exterminated the bugs because of some potential risks, it would be like throwing out a child along with the bath water. Placing them at the bottom of the mountains was already a safety measure. ¡°OK. Please follow me.¡± Pasha nodded. ¡­ Across the spacious hall and a narrow corridor, they found themselves in an empty room almost as big as four or five castles. In the light of several Stones of Lighting in the wall, they detected the obscure outline of the room. Littered with loose soil, the ground underneath appeared to be excavated thoroughly. On the other side of the room, they could hear interminable patters of running water. Pasha introduced the room to the visitors, ¡°This is a culture room newly set up by Fran. It¡¯s absolutely safe in here, for there¡¯s only one exit and the underground water was the seepage from the rocks. Are you¡­ really planning to grow mushrooms and mutated bugs in here though?¡± Agatha further explained, ¡°Because those huge mushrooms were exactly what the bugs feed on. If they can grow in here like they normally do in the natural environment, we can obtain a large number of mutated bugs effortlessly. If they could not transplant the mushrooms, they would have to resort to Lily¡¯s artificial cultivation method. Roland thought It was a pity that the mushrooms down the ruin at the snow mountain were not edible because of their poisonous nature, for from their size and quantity, they were definitely high protein food that could serve as a meat substitute. ¡°What are those bugs for?¡± Phyllis asked out of curiosity. ¡°If you want to study them, just grow a few and that should do.¡± Roland eyed Agatha and answered, ¡°They¡¯ll probably play a big role in the development of Neverwinter if the report is correct.¡± Agatha responded with a nod. She picked a strange bug crawling on the mushroom and dropped it to the ground. Then, she nailed the bug with two ice pitons in its joints on its head and around its waist. The bug soon became motionless after a fierce struggle. Chapter 830 Chapter 830: The Function of the Mutated Bug Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As what the Ice Witch had written in her report, the bug, which resembled a hairless spider or an ant with a big belly, had a slim upper body with projected joints and a prodigious lower body almost as big as a grown man¡¯s torso. It was evident that this was not the largest size the bug could grow up to, for, to stuff a Mad Demon into its abdomen required its belly to swell out to be at least two or three times its normal size. Based on the ¡°photographs¡± taken at the scene, when the bug had a Mad Demon inside its body, it would tuck its head into the ground, leaving its swollen belly up in the air. Therefore, it looked like a huge, fully-grown egg at the first glance. ¡°Did you kill it?¡± Phyllis asked. ¡°That¡¯ll save us some trouble. It wasn¡¯t aggressive, but it ran pretty fast.¡± With these words, Agatha thrust the long sword made of ice into the bug¡¯s belly. Some stinky, milky-white liquid instantly gushed out. Agatha said, ¡°The slime can be used as a preservative. It¡¯s fluid under normal conditions, but it¡¯ll slowly solidify and turn into something like egg white as time goes by.¡± ¡°And¡­ are we going to eat it?¡± Faldi frowned. Agatha shook her head. ¡°I haven¡¯t eaten it, but I guess it won¡¯t be very tasty. The key lies in another liquid in its body.¡± This time, after spending seven or eight minutes flaying the bug¡¯s back, Agatha took out a slimy green organ. ¡°It looks like a gallbladder.¡± Phyllis poked out her head in excitement. ¡°But it isn¡¯t gall in here.¡± Agatha carefully cut it open and added two drops of dark green liquid to the slimes on the ground, after which, she produced two ice pitons and quickly mixed the two liquids together. ¡°What comes next is the key.¡± Roland held his breath, watching the ¡°preservative solution¡± slowly change. Before long, the liquid gradually thickened and the Ice Witch¡¯s movement slowed down. In about two or three minutes, the ice pitons were stuck in the slimes as if it was glued to something. Roland stuck out his fingers and pressed the liquid surface, only to find that the slimes had turned into a gel-like substance. Although it felt soft, he could only make a dent of several millimeters in it. Phyllis exclaimed in surprise, ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°Biological rubber,¡± Roland answered excitedly. ¡°This is what made Fran get stuck in there.¡± Roland had noticed in Agatha¡¯s first report the peculiar feature of the bugs down the ruin. He had thought it was similar to spiders¡¯ cobwebs, but after he had read subsequent reports, he had found the solidified slimes were as flexible and tough as rubber. It could not only cling to the surface of an object but could be also molded into various shapes. These two properties made it highly practical. Indeed, Roland had been asking people to look for rubber plants. He believed once he found a sample, Leaf could enhance it and subsequently turn it into high-yield crops that could grow on a mass scale. Unfortunately, his search for either rubber trees or rubber grass was fruitless. Nobody, not even people from the Kingdom of Dawn, which was famous for its diverse species, had heard of such plants. As a result, he had to rely on Soraya¡¯s ability to produce elastic materials. The lack of natural elastic materials greatly limited the productivity of Neverwinter. With more new machine tools being invested in production and a substantial increase in the plant¡¯s productivity and processing level, the deficiency in rubbers had become a prominent problem. Roland knew very well that rubber, which could be both natural and artificial, was simply a generalized term for all elastic materials. Nevertheless, he had no knowledge of specific rubber production procedures. While Roland was suspecting that there were probably no rubber plants in this world, the reports on the exploration of the ruin at the snow mountain came to him as a pleasant surprise. That was why he decided to cultivate these mutated creatures brought by monsters in the deep ocean despite potential risks. Now that he had seen the bug in person, he knew that he had made the right decision. Roland did not care much about the lasting power of the solidified slimes. As long as the material could seal and fasten moving parts, it could veritably be classified as rubber. Agatha said slowly, ¡°After reviewing the scene reconstructed by Summer, we found it was exactly those bugs that made Fran glued to the hole. They tied her tight with a net of slimes that streamed from their tails. However, the liquid in their belly alone won¡¯t solidify. Only when it¡¯s mixed with the liquid in the organ at the back will it become sticky and gooey. If Sylvie didn¡¯t find Fran with the Eye of Magic, we would have looked for her for another 10 to 15 days.¡± Pasha nodded. ¡°I see. This is a really good material for making fishing nets and ropes.¡± Alethea retorted flatly, ¡°Maybe good for fishing nets but not for ropes. It¡¯s too soft and stretchy. Nobody will like a rope that stretches infinitely. Plus, I don¡¯t think our learned mortal king would bring these unknown bugs to Neverwinter just to have some more salted fish.¡± She paused for a second and then turned to Roland. ¡°No matter what crazy research you want to conduct, don¡¯t forget that now you¡¯re representing parties other than Graycastle.¡± Her comment stunned Roland for a second. Roland had never expected that Alethea, who had been brooding on him being the sole leader of the united front, would understand his research intention, and certainly had never expected her to say something that, in a sense, acknowledged his leadership. At this thought, Roland managed a smile. ¡°Of course. If everything goes well, you¡¯ll soon see its wide variety of uses in the near future.¡± Pasha asked, ¡°By the way, how do we make the bugs eject slimes without the monster that controlled them? We can¡¯t kill them every time, can we?¡± Agatha put the organ into a leather bag and wiped her hands. ¡°This is what we¡¯re going to research later. If nothing else works, we¡¯ll have to grow them on a mass scale.¡± Apart from the ¡°rubber worm¡±, Roland also checked some other new species taken from the ruin, such as the fruit plant that emanated a ghostly glow and a type of boneless transparent fish which lived in the underground river, but they were nothing next to the mutated bugs. The glow of the fruit plant, which could not be used for street illumination, was simply an offspring of symbiosis, where a large number of glowing beetles nested in the fruit. Once the flesh was gone, those beetles would disperse while spreading out the seeds. The fish could hardly survive in the daylight, but could only live in an underground river. Although it was tasty, Roland did not think they could farm them on a large scale. They could only serve as a luxury for a few. Having said that, Roland certainly did not expect that every new species would surprise him like the ¡°rubber worm¡±. He was content with the findings in the exploration of the snow mountain. Before leaving the Third Border City, Pasha brought him two God¡¯s Punishment Witches that Roland had never met. ¡°Your Majesty, they volunteer to transfer their souls to become new devouring worms. But before that, could you take them to the Dreamland to let them experience the wonders of that incredible world once?¡± Chapter 831 Chapter 831: A Decision with No Regrets Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two days later, a strange-looking concrete boat slowly departed the dock of Neverwinter. There was a huge swell, which looked like a moving hill, on the deck of the boat. It was completely covered with burlap cloth and guarded by fully-armed soldiers standing erect on either side of the boat, and a dozen God¡¯s Punishment Witches. The boat was the ¡°Victory¡±. It was en route to transfer the soul device to the Great Snow Mountain where the Taquila witches would complete their incarnation ceremony and be integrated into the worm carriers. Out of the confidentiality reason, the witches did not bid farewell. No whistle was blown as the boat took off, and even the loading job had been completed the night before without being noticed by anyone. Roland stood at the sodden dock built with bricks and slabs, watching the shadow of the boat gradually fade away. He knew once the conversion was completed, there would be three worm carriers in Neverwinter, which would provide great help for both municipal construction and the defensive line project. However, Roland somehow did not rejoice over the progress as much as he had anticipated. The two volunteering witches were called Jasmine and Lyra. From their original appearances in the Dream World, the pair looked just a little over 20 years old, almost the same age as Tilly. They both have outgoing personalities. In order to let them have a good time, Roland had taken the two girls, Phyllis and the other witches to the amusement park in the suburb, where they had hopped on a Ferris wheel, ridden a roller coaster, experienced the haunted house (during which Jasmine had accidentally broken a ghost¡¯s head dropping down suddenly) and taken a spinning pendulum ride. He had also allowed them to eat as much as they had wanted. Had Roland not earned some money by killing a few Fallen Evils a few days past, he probably would not have been able to afford such a revelry. Jasmine and Lyra, in the past two days, had been in a total shock, but they had followed Roland submissively without raising a single question. They had screamed as everybody had when the roller coaster had inverted and had laughed like any girls next door when they had had strawberry sundaes. All in all, they looked no different than ordinary people. If he had not known it beforehand, he would have never believed that these two girls had made a decision to sacrifice their human bodies and devote themselves to the battle against demons, just like the decision they had made 400 years ago at the bottom of the ruin in front of the magic core. When the dream had ended, they had looked more serene than Roland had expected. Roland had wanted to console the two girls, but words had caught in his throat. There was no point to dissuade them from converting to devouring worms, for it was an action neither in his interests nor in the interests of the united front. Words, in this case, had all become frivolous and more sounded like feigned kindness. In the end, Roland had become the one who had been offered solace. He still clearly remembered their words and the expressions on their faces back then. ¡°Thank you,¡± Jasmine had said with a smile, ¡°and¡­¡± ¡°We don¡¯t regret it.¡± Lyra had finished the latter half of the sentence. At that moment, Roland could hear the throbs of their hearts. They liked everything here. But they did not regret making that decision. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Phyllis, who came to send off her companions as well, looked at Roland. ¡°Aren¡¯t you¡­ going back to the castle?¡± The words pulled Roland back to the reality. By the time he realized it, the ¡°Victory¡± had disappeared from his sight, leaving a haze of fogs behind it. Roland put the thoughts out of his head. He took a deep breath and asked, ¡°They really can¡¯t disconnect themselves after being integrated into the carriers?¡± As if to know what he wanted to convey, Phyllis lowered her voice. ¡°A God¡¯s Punishment Witch is different from a carrier. The former retain some basic consciousness even without a soul transfer. Our conversion to a God¡¯s Punishment Witch was more like giving commands than a fusion. But carriers are different. They¡¯re specific vessels that seal the soul permanently once the integration is completed, although those vessels will become dormant if not used for a long time. Nobody has ever managed to get out of one up to this date, at least none of the witches, not even Pasha, is able to do that.¡± ¡°But there¡¯re beams of light above the carriers, right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Phyllis nodded. ¡°Without magic power, those cumbersome bodies can¡¯t move independently.¡± ¡°Perhaps one day, we can also find a way to have their souls return to the Dream World,¡± Roland looked up at the distant, azure sky and said slowly. After a moment of silence, Phyllis turned her eyes in the same direction. ¡°Well¡­ perhaps one day.¡± ¡­ To Lorgar, the jungles covered with snows in the Western Region were something completely new. For more than once, she had heard from traveling tradesmen what snow looked like and envisioned them as some cold, white sand. When she saw it in person, however, she found snow was way finer and whiter than her imagination, even finer and whiter than the purest river sand in Silver Stream. The whole world was wrapped in a different color. According to Ashes, although the Months of Demons had passed, it would take at least half a month for the snow to melt completely. Lorgar thought that was exactly what she wanted, for, in that case, she could see a pure white snow city. There was little she could occupy herself with during the voyage. Lorgar had turned the steel ship inside out but still could not find its source of power. Even Andrea failed to give her a definite answer. She only said evasively that a machine that continuously boiled water was pushing the boat forward. As to its detailed mechanism, Lorgar was informed that only King Roland and Miss Anna knew about it. Lorgar did not know much about King Roland, but she had heard from Ashes that Miss Anna had a place on the ¡°Battle Strength Ranking of Neverwinter¡±. Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan thus became more impressed with and also more interested in powerful and intelligent Anna. When she mentioned the ranking to Andrea, the latter, however, dismissed it with a scornful smile. ¡°A battle strength ranking?¡± Andrea cast a sharp, sideways glance. ¡°A man is different from a wolf. No individual can compete with a group of people. Isn¡¯t it animal to only make an emphasis on individual fighting capacity?¡± ¡°Wolves are also social animals,¡± Lorgar corrected her. ¡°Well, fine. Then just take another animal as an example, like tigers and snow leopards.¡± Andrea coughed. ¡°Anyway, Anna is the power source of Neverwinter. It was Anna¡¯s ability that enabled the First Army to quash the watchdog and Iron Whip clan with one blow. I bet Ashes didn¡¯t tell you that she was almost beaten by an ordinary man.¡± As Andrea had expected, the wolf girl was taken by surprise. Andrea went on, ¡°That ordinary man used the exact weapon made by Anna. There¡¯s no point to discuss fighting capacities without talking about those weapons. If you want to become stronger, I suggest that you ask His Majesty to grant you a set of professional weapons.¡± At these words, Andrea patted the long-barrelled gun on her back and said, ¡°If you can carry these big tubes on your back after your transformation, that would be more useful than any combatting skills.¡± Lorgar did not really agree with Andrea, but she took a note of her advice. Her father often told her to listen and observe, and also to always remember what she had wanted in the first place. As they moved against the current and as the water suddenly rose, the iron ship slowed down drastically. On the fifth day after they had entered the Western Region. the wolf girl saw a beautiful, big, fat pigeon. It hovered in the air for quite a while before darting straight toward Ashes at the bow. When Lorgar thought she would have an extra meal for lunch, she noticed that Ashes, smiling, produced a bag of cooked solid food and fed the pigeon. The pigeon, on the other hand, nuzzled up to Ashes as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for ages. It was when the pigeon started to speak that Lorgar realized that it was actually a witch. ¡°Coo, coo coo!¡± ¡°I got it. Tell Princess Tilly that I¡¯ll be there soon.¡± ¡°And me!¡± Andrea did not like being left behind. ¡°Coo!¡± The pigeon gave a nod, spread out its wings and took off. It soon disappeared in the northwestern direction. Lorgar asked, ¡°She¡¯s¡­¡± Ashes turned around. ¡°Maggie. Like you, she¡¯s also a witch who can perform a full-body transformation.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± thought Lorgar, but she then suddenly remembered that Maggie should transform into a fierce, aggressive and frightful giant monster. She wondered why Maggie would turn into a pigeon. While Princess Lorgar was still in a daze, Ashes patted her on the shoulder. ¡°Time to pack up. We¡¯ll soon reach Neverwinter.¡± Chapter 832 Chapter 832: An Encounter with the King Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As the whistle blew in a low-pitched tone, Roland staggered to a stop at the dock. Lorgar noticed the passerby dock all came to a halt and raised their right hands, saluting the towering ship when she stepped onto the trestle. It was probably because the ship was named after the chief. The soldiers from the First Army on the ship responded to the public with a salute in the same manner. Lorgar gathered that should be a special form of greeting. However, unlike any of the greetings she had witnessed, where there was usually a party more superior than the other, the greeting here did not stress such a status difference. The equality between initiators and receivers confused Lorgar. She did not understand why they had to greet each other with such a ceremonious air when they were equal. In her opinion, the whole point of formalities was to pay respects and submit to the receiver, no matter it was kneeling and worshipping, or placing a fist over one¡¯s heart. Apart from that, she also noticed that even the children playing around the dock saluted in the same way, chest out and shoulders back. During the process, nobody looked reluctant or inferior. Instead, their eyes were all full of joy and energies. The salutation seemed to have built a connection between each other that words had failed. Ashes broke the silence. ¡°This is a military salutation. I didn¡¯t know why they did that at the beginning and thought it was an etiquette imposed by Roland Wimbledon to his subjects. Later I found it wasn¡¯t what I thought.¡± Lorgar raised her brow in surprise. ¡°Does it have nothing to do with the Roland?¡± ¡°Correct. They¡¯ll salute voluntarily every time a boat carrying the First Army docks, because the return of the boat means their family members have come back home safe and sound from their expedition.¡± ¡°But they don¡¯t look like¡­ families,¡± Princess Lorgar remarked hesitatively. If they were, the greetings should be more emotional. Plus, practically all the soldiers on board were male, but there were few females at the dock. Could every one of them happen to have a brother? Andrea shrugged. ¡°All the members of the First Army are from Neverwinter, which means most residents have a family member who has joined the army. There¡¯s also a lot of them from neighboring streets. The First Army is totally different from mercenaries who drift around looking for potential employers, nor do they work the same way as an enlisted militia. They take pride in their jobs. They celebrate the safe return of family members for each other. I believe this is probably what His Majesty refers to as the significance of a ¡®people¡¯s army''¡±. ¡°So it¡¯s an army¡­ built by all subjects?¡± Lorgar questioned herself in silence. The wolf girl followed the witches into Neverwinter, still lost in thoughts. What the new king¡¯s city of Graycastle first impressed her was its tidiness. Despite streaming pedestrians, both houses and streets in the city were aligned in straight rows, including roadside trees. The compact arrangement gave Lorgar a suffocating feeling. Although the city looked quite magnificent at the first glance, she did not feel as comfortable as in Iron Sand City. Moreover, to her great disappointment, there was little snow in Neverwinter. Even the solid-surfaced road underneath was dry. She could only spy some remnant of snow at the tips of tree branches and on the roofs. Her plan to visit a pure white snow city was frustrated. Of course, there was still something appealing to her. Lorgar was overwhelmed by the huge boards that overhung some of the houses on the street, on which various signs and logos were printed, such as Old Hunter Leather, Straw House, North Slope Gem House, etc., although some of the boards were blank. In addition, she was surprised to find that there was a sign at every intersection, clearly showing where each branch head, as well as the name of each street. For example, the street she was currently pounding was called Glow Boulevard. The wolf girl soon found these signs very helpful to newcomers of Neverwinter. These street signs provided her with a basic structure of the city and told her where to shop and where to find a hotel, saving her trouble to seek local gangs or Rats for information. During her conversations with tradesmen traveling between the Southernmost Region and the north, she had learned numerous entrepreneurial stories that stressed the arduous and laborious undertaking of establishing oneself in a foreign city. To expose your foreigner identity would immediately put you in a defenseless and disadvantageous position. But the street signs, although trivial, greatly eased visitors¡¯ minds. She even felt a sense of embracement at the sight of these signs, as if the city were welcoming her. Probably that was the reason the city appeared so vigorous and prosperous everywhere. Lorgar, however, did not have much time appreciating this foreign city. Because Ashes soon took her to the Lord¡¯s castle. After she waited in the hall for a while, a guard brought her a message from the King of Graycastle. ¡°Please follow me. His Majesty has agreed to receive you.¡± For some reason, Lorgar suddenly felt a little nervous. She took a deep breath in secret and followed the guard to the third floor, after which she found herself in a bright, spacious study. Behind the mahogany desk close to the French window sat a ridiculously young man. He was wearing a plain robe, bare-headed, whose gray hair cascaded over his shoulders, with no rings or diamonds on any of his fingers. He was fondling a quill and studying her with great interest. This is the chief who utterly routed her clan and turned the whole Southernmost Region upside down? For a moment, Lorgar could not connect him with the person she had previously pictured. She thought a knowledgeable man who possessed a profound understanding of martial arts should be at least 40 years old. His forehead should be wrinkled, his beard braids should reach his chest, and he should have fathomless eyes of an old man. Even if northerners did not like the idea of braiding their beards, he should not be this young! At this very moment, Lorgar realized that she had inquired about everything including powerful warriors in Neverwinter, but had forgotten to ask about what the chief looked like, one of the most important businesses. After a moment of hesitation, Princess Lorgar decided to salute in accordance with Mojins¡¯ customs. Shaking her ears, Lorgar went to knees and slowly lay down on her stomach. She had heard that gray hair was a typical facial trait of a Graycastle royal descendent. ¡°You¡¯re the Divine Lady from Wildflame clan, right?¡± The king did not let her lie there for a long time. As soon as her forehead touched the floor, he broke the silence. ¡°Please rise, sagacious wolf. Welcome to Neverwinter. I¡¯m Roland Wimbledon, the King of Graycastle and also your chief.¡± Lorgar slightly frowned at the word ¡°sagacious wolf¡±. The addressing was simply queer. She had never heard people call a wolf sagacious before. Yet she quickly got to her feet in an airy manner as if she had never heard Roland¡¯s words. ¡°My name is Lorgar Burnflame. As to the title Divine Lady¡­ I believe it was more appropriate to regard me as a witch here. Further, my father Guelz Burnflame sends his best regards on behalf of Wildflame clan, in hopes that your sovereign will be as long-lasting as the oasis.¡± This time, however, she did not hear a response at once. Wondering, the wolf girl secretly raised her head, only to find that Roland¡¯s eyes were fixed on her long, droopy ears. Chapter 833 Chapter 833: An Unexpected Conversation Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Lorgar¡¯s heart sank at Roland¡¯s unscrupulous gaze. She knew what she looked like. Back in Iron Sand City, she had heard many people call her lycanthrope monster, half man or the Abandoned One secretly behind her back. Fearing these names would hurt the self-esteem of the third daughter of the chief, nobody had ever dared openly address her in that way. But she was currently not in Iron Sand City and was no longer the princess shielded by the Wildflame clan, so she had to face these venomous comments on her own. ¡°Are your ears¡­ and tail both real?¡± The chief hesitated for a long time before eventually blurting out. ¡°Do you have to use magic power to maintain this shape, or they¡¯ve become a part of your body?¡± Lorgar bit her lip. Instead of answering the question, she pushed her hair back, revealing her one side of her face where her normal ear had disappeared. ¡°I can¡¯t tuck them back, Your Majesty. I know they look very strange, but this is what I really look like. I don¡¯t want to hide my imperfection¡­ If you insist, I¡¯ll try to avoid going to public places so that I won¡¯t scare people out.¡± Although Lorgar had resolved to embrace herself long before, she still had a mean opinion of herself on such an occasion when being directly questioned. Divine Ladies were viewed as powerful and beautiful beings by Mojins, who were favored by all the clans and admired by all young warriors, but she, unfortunately, was an exception. She had been ignored after her awakening. Her legitimacy had been questioned even by her own clansmen, which was the reason her father had decided to name her as his heir. Lorgar dedicated herself to physical training and pretended that she did not care about those floating rumors, but sometimes, it was just hard to remain indifferent when so many people pointed finger at her back. She had certainly anticipated these scenarios, but since she had chosen her path, she would not easily cede to her fate no matter what difficulties were awaiting her. The endless sand road in her dream had pointed where she should go. At these thoughts, the wolf girl erected herself, trying to look audacious. The chief smacked his lips. ¡°Strange? Why did you say that?¡± Lorgar, who was prepared to receive any vicious remarks, stunned for a second. ¡°Huh? Isn¡¯t it because¡­¡± ¡°They don¡¯t look like human ears?¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Ordinary men don¡¯t have magic power either, and these two ears aren¡¯t affecting your hearing or mobility. So, how can you say they¡¯re defective? They¡¯re simply a unique feature of yours, a very interesting one indeed. Don¡¯t you think these two ears look pretty?¡± ¡°Ahem, Your Majesty, please mind your language.¡± At that moment, Lorgar heard a woman¡¯s voice behind the chief. The voice was very low and soft, but she still captured it. Yet she was, at that time, too absorbed in the chief¡¯s comment to think about anything else. Pretty? Lorgar had never associated herself with the word ¡°pretty¡±. For a second, she failed to come up with an answer, her cheeks burning, her brooding courage almost gone. How is a half man pretty? ¡°Anyway, I don¡¯t require you to conceal your face or wear a hoody in public¡­ You can do whatever you want.¡± Roland went on, ¡°Perhaps someone will point and stare at you at the beginning, but they¡¯ll get used to it eventually. One solution is to ask Soraya to draft a picture-story book about you, or you can join Star Flower Troupe to star in a play and become an idol. This would be the fastest way for the public to get to know you.¡± Lorgar was overwhelmed by a series of unfamiliar words like ¡°picture-story book¡±, ¡°Star Flower Troupe¡± and ¡°idol¡±. She stood rooted to the ground, failing to utter a word. Fortunately, Roland returned to their previous subject just in time. ¡°Right, Ashes told me that you came here to defend against demons?¡± Relieved, the wolf girl answered, ¡°And also to train myself, Your Majesty. I¡¯ve heard there¡¯s a witch called Miss Nana in Neverwinter who can treat any wounds inflicted during a battle. This is very important to a warrior. You must know that it¡¯s a warrior¡¯s dream to fight and gain combatting experience without the fear of getting injured. Of course, I¡¯ll not only fight against your enemies but also bear all the medical expenses incurred.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°I see. If you¡¯re willing to join the Witch Union, you¡¯ll have a big chance to fight¡­¡± ¡°But I prefer to act alone, Your Majesty.¡± Lorgar interrupted him quietly. ¡°Like a mercenary, I don¡¯t want to be distracted by anything other than fighting.¡± She knew that was just an excuse. The reason behind her lie was that she wanted to have a better understanding of northern kingdoms before pledging alliance to the chief. Lorgar had not forgotten that she was essentially a Sand Nation. If Roland failed to keep his promise made at Land of Fire, those Sand Nations moving to the south would eventually sever all relationships with Graycastle. If things really got to that point, the King of Graycastle would be her enemy. Hence, she could not make her decision without a thorough consideration. ¡°Really¡­¡± Roland reflected upon her words for a while and then spread out his hands regretfully. ¡°Then I can¡¯t satisfy your demand.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Lorgar was surprised. She thought a mercenary with exquisite combatting skills would be popular everywhere, not to mention that she was willing to provide her service for free and bear all medical expenses. No sensible people would ever decline such a generous offer. How could he refuse her? ¡°Because this is going to be a full-fledged war, not some minor disputes between several clans.¡± Lorgar felt all her blood rush to her head. She was outraged at Roland¡¯s insulting comment where he basically renounced all Sand Nations¡¯ fights as silly jokes. She perked up her tail and was about to shoot back when Roland suddenly switched the topic. ¡°You¡¯ve fought with Ashes, right? What do you think of her?¡± Suppressing her anger, the wolf girl replied indignantly, ¡°Very powerful. She would be a first-class warrior even in the Southernmost Region.¡± Roland said slowly, ¡°This is the power of an Extraordinary. There¡¯re even Transcendents much stronger than them. The latter has gone beyond all physical restrictions of the human body and possess an inconceivable power. In other words, nothing can stop them from improving themselves.¡± ¡°Tran¡­ scendents?¡± Roland¡¯s words completely had Lorgar¡¯s attention. She wondered how powerful that person had to be when even Ashes admired her. ¡°However, even with three Transcendents, dozens of Extraordinaries, and thousands of combat witches, we failed to stop demons, and a great empire thus collapsed overnight. Now, it¡¯s our turn.¡± The chief¡¯s every single word seemed to directly go to her heart. ¡°The reason I declined your offer is very simple. This isn¡¯t a one-on-one duel but a fatal war between two civilizations. No matter how strong you are, individual operations won¡¯t work¡­ More importantly, I don¡¯t want you to die for nothing.¡± Chapter 834 Chapter 834: Let¡¯s Drink and Celebrate Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡­ Lorgar did not know how she had exited the castle. She watched people pass by in a great haste, leaving her standing in the middle of the street at a loss. The encounter with the king was beyond her expectation in every aspect. She had thought the chief would have held a hostile attitude toward her because of her abnormal half-human appearance. An unkind king would not hesitate to conceal his feeling, whereas a calculating one would normally remain expressionless. However, she was certain that his attitude would change once he was informed of the purpose of her visit, because a free warrior was highly demanded everywhere, not to mention that she agreed to help Neverwinter defy demons. Who would decline such as a generous offer? Lorgar envisioned that she would then settle down in the castle area, living in a hotel in the inner city and be treated as a clan guest. During her stay, she would get acquainted with more witches, especially the ones with great combatting skills, and obviously including Miss Nana. Although not everyone would like to know her, she believed there must be someone like her, who would like to advance their fighting techniques through dueling. This practicing method would benefit both parties and was certainly more efficient than punching sandbags. When she got everything ready, she would then go find demons to further challenge herself. Ashes told her that those enemies were all hiding in the uninhabited Barbarian Land in the northwest. Lorgar was not afraid of camping in the wild, nor did she care about the treachery of the enemies¡¯ hiding places, because wolves were the ruler of the wilderness. She believed her acute sense of smell and excellent hearing would help her locate their lair. But the truth was a total reverse of everything she had pictured. It was Lorgar¡¯s first time to hear somebody praise her ears and call them pretty since her awakening. Even her father, who had never been averse to her appearance, had never appreciated her look. Often he said, ¡°You¡¯ll definitely be one of the most stunning girls in Iron Sand City if you don¡¯t have that deformity.¡± Will wolf ears¡­ really look good on her? She had been so shocked by the unexpected comment that her head had been in the clouds during the latter half of the conversation. The chief had accepted her physical appearance but had refused her free service of fighting against demons. By the time she had left the castle, she had still not recovered from the blow. ¡°No, no, this is just a small defeat, ¡± Lorgar consoled herself. She patted her cheeks and took a deep breath. As long as she stuck to her path, nothing was impossible. Actually, when she thought it over, the rejection did not affect her initial plan very much. She could still explore the city, investigate demons and get to know other witches, except that it would take a little longer than she had anticipated. Although Roland had rejected her, he did not impose any restrictions on her and even hinted that she was welcome to the Witch Union anytime if she changed her mind. Since Lorgar had decided to act alone, this would probably work better for her plan. At these thoughts, Lorgar pricked up her droopy ears, wagged her tail and clenched her fists. She thought to herself, ¡°That¡¯s right! If demons are really that strong, why did the chief build his king¡¯s city here? If demons come from the northwest, the first human city they come across will be Neverwinter. Isn¡¯t it safer to stay as far away from such a danger as possible when there¡¯s no guarantee that he can conquer demons?¡± The words ¡°I don¡¯t want you to die for nothing¡± were probably a feigned kindness to dissuade her from challenging demons individually. Nobody knew who would gain the eventual victory until he tried out! If she really got injured, the chief would definitely ask Miss Nana to cure her, because if he did not, he would then break his own words. Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan cheered up again after thinking over the matter in her head. She still had over 100 gold royals, more than enough to pay the hotel bills. Even if the medical expenses were insanely high, she did not think they would charge dozens of gold royals at a time. The money she currently owned would allow her to live here for several years without her worrying about expenses on food, drinks, clothing, herbs and desert guides. She firmly believed that without the support of the King of Graycastle, she would still be able to pick on demons by herself. Lorgar felt greatly relieved after she had a plan. She looked around, starting to study the boards that hung above the surrounding premises. Since she had determined to take things slow, the first thing she should do was to find a place of abode. As it was still bright and that she was not in a hurry, she decided to celebrate her safe arrival in the Western Region of Graycastle in accordance with the customs of Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan. A tavern thus became her first stop. No sooner had Lorgar set out than a pretty board caught her attention. On the wooden board was a lifelike drawing of several glasses, in which there were colorful drinks, topped with some fruits whose names she did not know. They appealed to her just by their looks. Underneath the glasses was the store¡¯s name: Evelyn¡¯s Complex Wine House. At the end of the board was an additional line in a smaller font: New release of Chaos Drinks. 50% off on your first drink. Feel free to try out. Chaos Drinks? Lorgar¡¯s brow went up. She thought this was a pretty lame name, for the two words bore no relationship whatsoever. A person who had never tried it out might not know what kind of drink it was. No wonder they had to put it on sale to attract people. But the store name clearly suggested that it was a tavern. Since the name suggested multi-flavor drinks, Lorgar believed they must offer wines. Judging from the spacious, bright interior and customers coming and going, she concluded the drinks should not be too bad. Lorgar patted her money bag over her chest and headed to the tavern. ¡­ ¡°She wasn¡¯t telling all the truth,¡± Nightingale commented while chewing her dried fish, ¡°especially the part concerning the reason she refuses to join the Witch Union. I could sense a great fluctuation in her emotions. To make sure, it¡¯d be better to ask Wendy to conduct a ¡¯10-question¡¯ test.¡± Roland shook his head in amusement. ¡°That¡¯s the screening procedure for an applicant. She hasn¡¯t even submitted her application to join the Witch Union, so there¡¯s no need to probe into her background. Plus, Lorgar came to Neverwinter to fight against demons and train herself, of which, you¡¯re positive, right?¡± ¡°She didn¡¯t lie on that for sure.¡± Nightingale twitched her lips. ¡°So that¡¯s it. We founded the Witch Union initially to provide you with a place where you belong. There¡¯s no point to force people to join. Plus, it¡¯s normal for a person to take precautions when coming to a foreign city. Let her be.¡± Roland waved away the subject, pretending that he did not care, although he indeed felt a little disappointed. He had an urge to stroke the wolf girl particularly when he saw her twitchy, fluffy, long ears. Also, her waggy tail intrigued him a great deal. Roland wondered whether his strength would leave him as it did in the modern world when he touched the root of the tail. But he managed to suppress his incessant crazy ideas in the end. He had to act accordingly with a majestic air, definitely not because of the presence of Nightingale, but because he was a king. While Roland was thinking about checking upon the construction of the ¡°Miracle Building¡± at the scene, Barov, the City Hall Director, suddenly knocked on the door and presented himself. ¡°Your Majesty, the members of Joint Chamber of Commerce have arrived at the castle district. They wish to see you.¡± Chapter 835 Chapter 835: Multiple Ways of Selling Chaos Drinks Translator: TransN Editor: Meh It took Roland a while to remember that Joint Chamber of Commerce was a supply and marketing cooperative organization formed under his leadership, whose main members were wealthy merchants from several big Fjords islands. Although they had reached a basic mutual understanding last fall, the number of Chaos Drinks produced by Evelyn at that time had not been high enough to meet a wholesale¡¯s standard. As a consequence, each Chamber of Commerce had simply taken a few samples and had yet to officially put them on the market. This time, they came here to finalize the unfinished business. Since the whole Western Region was preparing for the unification of the kingdom and that Roland was preoccupied with the upcoming winter attack and the desert mission plan, Joint Chamber of Commerce seemed to have, temporarily, slipped out of his mind. Now their arrival saved Roland trouble to look for them himself. ¡°Take them to the drawing room. I¡¯ll be right there,¡± said Roland. After Barov replied a ¡°yes¡± and withdrew, he turned to Nightingale and said, ¡°Send for Tilly and Wendy here as well, for this is essentially the first collaboration between the Witch Union and the Sleeping Island.¡± All the merchants rose and bowed to Roland when he entered the drawing room. It took Roland some time to match the faces with their names, except for his old acquaintance Margaret, Gammon and Marleen from Chamber of Commerce of Crescent Moon Bay. The others were Nibelung from Chamber of Commerce of Shallow Water Town and Atiyer from Chamber of Commerce of Sunset Island. As soon as they sat down, Nibelung ventured, ¡°Your Majesty, the samples we took last time caused a big stir among merchants on the island. Everybody fell in love with it after he tasted it. I assure you that Chaos Drinks will be the most successful and popular commodity in Fjords in the history of time once we start selling them!¡± Atiyer chimed in. ¡°And it isn¡¯t just a drink. For example, that fiery red spicy juice. Although it doesn¡¯t quench thirsts, it¡¯s a great sauce for steamed fish or barbeques. Besides, it can warm you up and refresh your spirit in a more efficient way than your white liquor. At least, white liquor will make you dizzy if you drink too much and it doesn¡¯t come in handy when you¡¯re on a ship, whereas that juice doesn¡¯t have such problems!¡± Margaret nodded smilingly. ¡°True. Not only merchants but many explorers are attracted to Chaos Drinks. A drink that can keep them warm without creating any side effects may save them in the event of a shipwreck.¡± Atiyer continued, ¡°In this light, I suggest marking Chaos Drinks with various price tags. A drink with special functions like this should definitely have a higher price tag if we do a bit of marketing, not to mention that the number is limited.¡± Roland cast him an approving glance. Apparently, Atiyer had viewed the drink as some sort of energy drink. It was indeed true that successful merchants from Fjords were all good at sniffing out great potential business opportunities. They were able to notice the distinctive features of various Chaos Drinks just through a few samples. They knew selling them at different prices was the best way to reap profits. Roland clapped his hands. ¡°Since it has a good reception, we can move onto its sale according to the contract we signed earlier. I think none of you has objections to the pre-order price or the distribution for each district. However, you need to put a 30% deposit to pick up your orders. You should have brought sufficient gold royals, right?¡± Since they had reached an agreement on the primary terms on Joint Chamber of Commerce last year, there were now not many details left. The main reason Roland sent for Tilly to witness the signature was to prove that he did not tamper with the commission rate. Since Tilly had promised to stay at Neverwinter and had agreed to send the witches on the Sleeping Island overtime to the Western Region, Roland felt it necessary to return something to demonstrate his sincerity. Based on the ¡°win-win contract¡± signed during the Months of Demons, it was agreed that 30% of both the deposit and final sale profits should go to City Hall, the Witch Union and the Sleeping Spell. ¡°Of course, Your Majesty.¡± Nibelung grinned. ¡°There¡¯s no cargo on my ship this time, but only shiny gold royals plus some masons and sailors.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s go check the goods out.¡± Roland smiled. ¡­ The drink factory specially built for Evelyn was across the alcohol plant. In fact, the building looked more like a fully-guarded warehouse than a factory. It did not take a lot of spaces. The first floor was only a little over 100 square meters. The building itself was constructed of concrete and bricks, windowless, with a solid iron gate posed as its sole entrance. Like an invaluable military base, the premises was guarded by the new recruits of the First Army. After Roland led the merchants across the yard, into the building and down the basement along the staircases, they found themselves in a spacious room around three or four times bigger than the ground floor. Like a villa¡¯s wine cellar, the basement was segmented by neatly organized wooden wine racks. To avoid fire losses, no open flames or connected wires were allowed in here. They used skylight for the wine cellar¡¯s illumination. Because of this, the place was a little dim. On each wooden rack rested two rows of wooden barrels, but not every barrel contained Chaos Drinks. Evelyn only produced one barrel of drinks every day and there were currently just 100-odd barrels in total, minus those consumed by Roland and distributed to the members of the Witch Union monthly. Roland tapped the barrel, and the liquid in it produced a dull churning sound. ¡°We can provide 20 barrels of Chaos Drinks per month. Each Chamber of Commerce will have five barrels on average. As long as our production remains the same, you¡¯ll get the same amount of products every time, no matter how long it takes you to sell them out. Whether you come to pick up your orders every three months or half a year, our stocks won¡¯t change. All the 100 barrels you can pick up this time are here on the wooden racks in the first row. Once you¡¯ve checked the goods, I¡¯ll send men to deliver them to the dock area.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t let us have a taste before the delivery?¡± Gammon was surprised. ¡°This isn¡¯t wine whose flavor grows mellower as time passes by.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Some Chaos Drinks do have a relatively long shelf life, but not every one of them does. Therefore, after the brewing is done, we have to first sterilize and preserve them. ¡°S, sterilize?¡± ¡°Like food, they¡¯ll go bad. The hotter, the faster. Sterilization can slow down the process. You don¡¯t need to know how it¡¯s done, but you ought to remember that once we open the wooden barrel, the drinks won¡¯t keep the taste as good as they initially do.¡± Roland spread out his hands. ¡°You can sell them as fast as you can or stock them. As long as you store them in shades and keep them cool, they should last for at least one or two months.¡± ¡°But¡­ as Atiyer has mentioned, each Chaos Drink is different. Some may be more popular than the others. If you don¡¯t let us taste them first, how are we going to choose the better ones?¡± Gammon questioned hesitatively. ¡°Could you divide the drink in each barrel into four equal portions and then preserve them? In that case, we don¡¯t need to worry about which one we should pick.¡± Roland thought that would add Soraya and Lily¡¯s work by several times. He would certainly choose not to do something that consumed more industrial production resources but yielded no benefits. So he replied, ¡°Sterilization isn¡¯t easy. If we divide the products into four portions, each Chamber of Commerce will have fewer stocks but more varieties of drinks, which would do no good to the sale. As to their flavors¡­¡± Roland paused for a second and then said, ¡°The Northern Region and the Western Region have completely different needs for wines and drinks. The unpopular drinks here may be well received there. As merchants who transport goods to various places all the time, you should know it very well.¡± ¡°Um, well¡­¡± Gammon was at a loss for words for a moment. Roland secretly twitched his lips. He certainly would not allow them to taste the drinks, for he had already put a lot of efforts in the distribution of the products itself. Further, according to their contract, it was agreed that the drinks should be sold in barrels and that there were no specific terms stipulating the product quantity. If there were a few unpopular drinks that they were not willing to purchase, Neverwinter would suffer losses, because every barrel of drinks required the same amount of Evelyn¡¯s magic power. ¡°Anyway, the flavor isn¡¯t the point, but your selling method is. You should get most out of each drink and find your niche.¡± Roland tapped the barrels again. ¡°Well, come pick the Chaos Drinks you like.¡± Chapter 836 Chapter 836: Signs of Change Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Despite some hard selling happening, the Fjords businessmen still finally accepted this method of selection. They all knew that if they quit now, the others would only take over their share. Eagerly wanting to become distributors for these exclusive products, they did not mind such a little compromise. And they also could not deny that what Roland said had some truth to it. The samples that they had brought back before, despite the notable differences in taste, could not be matched by the fruit wine or other drinks on the market. So the difference lay mainly in the amount of profit. Since they were all responsible for sales in different regions, the possibility of competition was not high, thus further reducing the risk of selecting an inferior product. Roland was chuckling to himself as he observed Gammon and the others pacing back and forth around the barrel. Some were nose sniffing and even trying to find some residual appearance of the beverage. Though the buckets looked ordinary from the outside, the interior had a layer of membrane made by Soraya. This completely isolated the air inside and outside, therefore the nose would certainly not be able to smell any difference. Taking advantage of the crowd picking out the Chaos Drinks, he quietly pulled Margaret aside and whispered, ¡°The buckets on both sides of No. 10 and No. 24 have quite tasty drinks. At least I personally like them very much.¡± The latter looked astonished. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°You can take that as a gift,¡± said Roland with a light laugh. ¡°If it wasn¡¯t for the first batch of businessmen that you brought, the Western Region might have taken two or three years more before it could look like this. Though your intention wasn¡¯t to do business with Border Town, the town still reaped the benefits, so this reward is nothing.¡± He paused and said, ¡°But of course, it would only be for this time. After all, if you get good cards each time, the others will certainly become suspicious.¡± He had pretty much said all the facts. At that time, the steam prototype had been cumbersome and difficult to operate, and had only been suitable for the simplest drainage and haulage work. There had not been too many sales markets in the Western Region. Had she not introduced it to the Silver City mineral traders, thus opening up a high-profit trade route, the initial accumulation would have been more difficult. Not to mention Margaret¡¯s Chamber of Commerce was responsible for the sales in the Graycastle area, so monopolizing the local market through the first batch of higher quality products was also a good choice. ¡°In that case, I accept your gift.¡± The businesswoman did not do much to refuse¡ªin dealing with people, she really resembled Thunder who was cheerful, generous, and uncalculating. After briefly saluting Roland, Margaret laughed and said, ¡°Since I have received your gift, I can¡¯t do nothing in return. I might as well reveal to you a good news.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Roland asked, raising his eyebrows. ¡°The first group of businessmen you mentioned, which includes my old friend Hogg, plan to visit the Western Region this period.¡± She lowered her voice and said, ¡°But from his letter, it seems that this time it would be more than just him¡ªthe machines that you sell have spread in the Central Region of the kingdom, and almost all the mining businessmen are now asking him about the rail-transport system. And in about six months, your plant will be busy all day long.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland was a little startled, then smiled and nodded his head. ¡°That does seem like a good news to celebrate.¡± However, only he knew that there was a heartfelt sense of accomplishment after hearing this news. ¡°This day has finally come,¡± he thought. Over the past two years, he had sold a total of nearly 100 steam engines, of which only 30% belonged to the kingdom. At the beginning of the establishment of Graycastle Industrial Co., the monthly output was only an appalling two or three units. This output could hardly meet the demand of his own domain, but he still sold a part of it to Silver City. He had been looking forward to this day. Such a scarce source of power is almost negligible for the industrial revolution, but it was a sign of a change from manpower to machinery and of a new mode of production. When everyone noticed the power of this new source of energy and wanted to follow suit, the change would start. He believed that this interest-based change was almost impossible to stop. Its effect would be more than 10 million times better than just selling and promoting products, and its energy would be enough to change the whole era. Today, Neverwinter was no longer like before. The output of one day in an industrial park today was equivalent to one month¡¯s output in the past. After the plants adopted three shifts, it would grow even more. Most importantly, a large number of apprentices who had received elementary education were steadily turning into workers¡ªthey had never touched a hammer nor built a sword, but had learned how to use machinery to produce machines. As long as the time was ripe, there would be an unprecedented eruption of productivity in Neverwinter in this era. From Margaret¡¯s news, Roland seemed to envision that this moment was now not far away from him. ¡­ Two days later, the Fjords merchants left Neverwinter with their selection of Chaos Drinks, and Barov eagerly went into Roland¡¯s office with a thick pile of books. Judging from the chief¡¯s smiling expression that almost covered his eyes, Roland knew that the results this time must have been quite good. However, after opening the statistics sheet, he did not linger on the deposit amount but instead focused his attention on the new arrivals. According to the agreement of the last meeting, Sunset Island and Shallow Water Town would each provide 300 craftsmen in exchange for completing the transformation of the paddle steamer in five years. The wealthy Crescent Moon Bay was even more direct and used 2,000 people and 50,000 gold royals to purchase a steel ship with no sails. Although both were aiming to get the knowledge of shipbuilding technology, Roland did not care about this and instead treated it as a bargaining chip¡ªas long as they were willing to leave their people in his city, he would be fine with giving them not only manufacturing methods and techniques, but even design drawings. Therefore, they also made a lot of effort this time. According to Barov¡¯s statistics, the number of craftsmen brought by the Fjords trip was 10% to 20% more than the agreed number. Most of them were old-timers with many years of experience in shipbuilding and carpentry, hence its intention was self-evident: Neverwinter did not prohibit technical skills from being mastered by other cities. This meant that when the contract was completed, other than those who were treated as part of the transaction, the others would learn all the skills and return to the Fjords. Unfortunately, they did not understand the technical terms of the new era. Roland could not help but raise the corners of his mouth. The people of the Fjords would soon realize that if they wanted to produce their own steamship, they would have to buy raw materials, equipment, key parts and components from Neverwinter¡­ In the end, they would only be more dependent on Graycastle, like small countries without complete industrial capabilities in the modern world where he had lived. He lifted the quill, drew a circle below the total number of these tradesmen, and returned the statistics sheet to Barov. ¡°Help the arrivals to settle in and call Karl Van Bate so that together you can make a financial plan based on what the industrial park is doing right now,¡± said Roland. ¡°We have to build a few more plants.¡± Chapter 837 Chapter 837: Letter to the Sleeping Island Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Tilly was at her desk, writing a secret letter meant for the inhabitants of the Sleeping Island. Since she would be using the carrier pigeon, she had to reduce the size of the letter, and use the most concise language to express herself. The content was actually not complicated and could be completed in two to three sentences, but, somehow, she could not stop writing. She was in an uncontrollable mood and felt like she was writing a long family manual¡ªletting her thoughts run wild was certainly a rare occurrence for her. However, Tilly unexpectedly found out that it was not a bad feeling to do so. Since it was not a matter of life and death, she decided to go with this feeling. Slim ink marks slowly moistened the letter, and she could not help but feel a sense of warmth. ¡°Dear Camilla, ¡°The Months of Demons is now over and the Western Region is calm again. Victory Day celebrations were particularly interesting. Do you remember the hot pot that I told you about? Roland moved this cooking method to the town square, with four huge woks of boiled soup, and then the meat, vegetables, whole chicken and Bird Beak Mushrooms were thrown into the soup. The fragrance could be smelt across the other side of Redwater River. He also said the pot was a feature of Neverwinter that definitely had to be tasted.¡± ¡°With Roland¡¯s encouragement, everyone put all kinds of food in their pots. I have to say that with a thick soup, no matter what I ate, my mouth was full of flavor. There was no difference between City Hall officials, the Witch Union, or ordinary subjects. This scene would have been impossible in the past. It is hard to imagine that a cruel war that will determine the fate of the world will follow this passionate scene. It is also precisely because of this, that this kind of joy was especially precious.¡± ¡°I¡¯m writing these to tell you that Neverwinter is really an incredible place¡ªand I¡¯m not trying to change your views of the nobility, but Roland Wimbledon is not a noble at all. Unsurprisingly, I just confirmed our speculation. He is exactly like us, the so-called noble identity was only a passage of time or a cover-up. So you should also take a look at this new city. Sleeping Island, certainly needs guarding, but I don¡¯t want you to view this responsibility like a cage.¡± ¡°And by the way, during this Months of Demons, our witches finally no longer just stood idly by. Roland¡¯s plan of the Southernmost Region was carried out by Ashes, Andrea, and Echo. As for the interesting things happening in the desert, I won¡¯t go into details here and we can talk about it later on. I believe that the Sleeping Island will inevitably become even more important after the other sisters have come.¡± ¡°To the Chief Butler of Sleeping Island?¡± Just then a hand suddenly came out from behind Tilly and placed a cup of azure drink in front of her. ¡°Well,¡± she smiled, and she knew that it was Ashes without turning her head. ¡°I was just writing about you. Would you like to take a look?¡± ¡°I¡¯d better not,¡± Ashes rubbed her shoulders and whispered. ¡°I still have to prepare today¡¯s dinner.¡± ¡°Then you¡¯d better go. I look forward to your delicious dishes,¡± Tilly laughed. The witches generally dined with Roland in the castle¡¯s living room, so the small kitchen in their apartment was less likely to be used. But since they had been separated for months, Ashes wanted to share their dinner alone, and of course she would not refuse. Not to mention that Ashes also mysteriously claimed to have obtained a magical condiment from the Southernmost Region. After she drank the Chaos Drink that was refreshing as an icespring, she then continued writing. ¡°After chitchatting so much, now let¡¯s talk about serious stuff.¡± ¡°According to my agreement with him, spring is when the relocation will take place. The time has come for action, and my idea hasn¡¯t changed. Everything has gone as expected and even more perfectly than anticipated, hence we should just follow the plan¡ªI believe you are already well prepared.¡± ¡°After the Months of Demons ends, the Fjords¡¯ trade roads will soon be busy and I¡¯m afraid it will be difficult to hire enough ships and sailors. If you encounter such a problem, you can ask Thunder for help. He¡¯s currently seeking Sealine adventurers, so ships and people are not a problem. Before the steel ship that Roland built for him is ready, Thunder will remain at the Fjords. As long as we can get in contact with him, he will surely help us.¡± ¡°In addition, do not forget to advertise to the lords and merchants of Fjord Islands about our whereabouts. Also, inform them that the Sleeping Spell will continue to be open to all. Don¡¯t worry that, after the relocation, part of the witches will be too far away from the Fjords. Now that Western Region¡¯s Shallow Beach has been put into use, and Roland also intends to build a new port in the Endless Cape for replenishment, this means Neverwinter vessels can easily reach the Fjords.¡± ¡°I have a hunch that it will not take long before this route becomes the busiest trade route between the mainland and the islands; it will become a normal thing to cross the Straits, especially once the converted paddle steamer in the harbor is completed.¡± ¡°It is important to remember this, Camilla. Migration to the Western Region does not mean giving up the Sleeping Island.¡± Neverwinter is the front line against the demons and the most dangerous place once the battle of Divine Will starts. As a part of humanity, we should try our best to make a contribution to fight against the enemy. Even Roland cannot guarantee victory. When the Western Region is captured by the enemy, the only place we can go to would be the Fjords islands.¡± ¡°Although it would be better if such a thing did not happen. Anyway, we still have hope as long as the Sleeping Island is still there.¡± ¡°Take care,¡± ¡°Tilly Wimbledon.¡± Princess Tilly let out a deep breath after writing. Camilla Dary, originally a noble of the old king¡¯s city, knew quite well the dirty secrets among the nobility and that caused her to completely lose faith in them. Although Camila still supported all the decisions she had made, the last time that they had spoken, the housekeeper had faintly hinted that she would stay behind in the Sleeping Island forever. However, Tilly felt that although Sleeping Island was important, it should not be a place to stay alone. The guardians could take turns, and everyone should have the opportunity to come to Graycastle to re-experience normal life. This was what she would like to see. Of course, this letter might not completely convince Camilla, but as more and more witches came to the Western Region, she believed that Camilla would change her original view. Tilly put down the quill, rolled the paper into a circle of paper, and then fastened the string. When Honey was called over, she was shocked to see five or six scrolls of paper on the table. ¡°Will they be sent to the Sleeping Island?¡± she asked. ¡°Yes, and all of them have to be sent to Camilla,¡± said Tilly, nodding her head, ¡°¡­ Is that too much?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, since it¡¯s Your Highness Tilly¡¯s letter, it¡¯ll have to be sent no matter what!¡± Honey patted her chest and said, ¡°now I¡¯ll go to catch two seabirds for you. Whether it¡¯s a secret document or even a honey grilled fish, it can also be sent!¡± Looking at the girl jumping up and down as she left the room, Princess Tilly could not help but walk to the window and look towards the direction of the Fjords. Before long, the witches that were forced to leave their homeland would once again set foot on this piece of land. Starting with Neverwinter, everything thought about witches would change for the better. By that time, the Western Region would be even more livelier than it was now. She was sincerely looking forward to that day. Chapter 838 Chapter 838: A Special Day Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When the sky was just turning white, Broken Sword was already completely awake. She stood up, walked to the window and pushed it open. The slightly chilly morning breeze suddenly poured into the room, bringing with it a chill of melting snow, with the fragrance of the coming spring. The faint blue sky was not yet completely illuminated, but from the sparse clouds, it could be seen that today would be a good day. After putting on her clothes, she walked to the living room and discovered that a plate of roasted nuts and a can of vegetable soup were already laid out on the table for four people¡ªamongst them, Annie always got up early, and would not only be the first to finish washing, she would also occasionally make breakfast. After they officially joined the Witch Union, they moved from the Foreign Affairs Building to the Witch Building and could have their meals anytime at the castle, but Annie still chose to prepare breakfast herself sometimes. In the first month after receiving her salary, she went to the convenience market to buy cooking materials such as firewood, butter and salt. She also went to the wild to collect some wild fruits and vegetables every week. Broken Sword curiously asked why she did so, and Annie¡¯s answer was simple. She said survival in the wilderness was a skill, and if not practiced for a long time, it would be forgotten. If it was time to escape again, how could they ensure survival? Broken Sword could not understand why Annie was always ready to wander. But having said that, occasionally tasting these wild fruits was not bad. ¡°Good morning.¡± She sat at the table and pulled at her nuts. ¡°Are you going to the factory today?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Annie nodded and finished the remaining hot soup in the bowl. ¡°There are some big objects that can¡¯t be pushed out by the workers. The machine can¡¯t plug in that big thing, and it can only be joined by small iron pieces. Miss Anna was doing it all before, but it¡¯s all up to me now.¡± From her voice, Broken Sword could hear a trace of vague satisfaction and sense of accomplishment, which was probably the most significant change since the four came to Neverwinter¡ªtheir ability was no longer something meaningless. Working for His Majesty and getting paid was like a craft. The experience of relying on oneself instead of swindling or relying on the charity of others gave Broken Sword a sense of being reborn. She believed that Annie had the same feeling, or she would not get up early every day and be the first to head to the factory, even without any pressure to survive. But today was a special day. ¡°Don¡¯t forget that today Hero¡­¡± ¡°I know.¡± Annie looked a lot more serious. ¡°Rest assured, I¡¯ll finish my chores earlier and come in time.¡± Broken sword became more relieved. ¡°Well, she can feel more at ease with you around.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll make a move first.¡± She got up and left. ¡°Go, I¡¯ll take care of Hero.¡± ¡°The hot water is in the kitchen and the rest is up to you.¡± Annie did not speak much and quickly left home. Broken Sword went to the kitchen to get a basin of hot water after eating her share. She crept lightly into Hero¡¯s bedroom. As Hero had lost her legs, she would still sleep with Annie even if there were enough rooms. In the daytime, the other three witches would take turns to take care of her. Miss Iffy and Lady Wendy would also come to help sometimes. What was surprising to her was that Hero was already awake and sitting on the bed. She was looking out at the brightness through the window. The soft shimmer of her lilac hair and fair complexion made her look extremely pleasant. And under this light, it was hard to imagine how brutal a treatment she had been subjected to. However, Broken Sword quickly regained her senses and realized that Hero might not be as calm as she looked on the surface. That could be why she woke much earlier than usual. ¡°Good morning,¡± she said. ¡°Ah¡­ good morning,¡± said Hero, as if she was recovering from a daze, and said apologetically, ¡°sorry to trouble you again.¡± ¡°It¡¯s no trouble at all,¡± said Broken Sword, sticking out her tongue. ¡°No one would think so. And maybe after today, you¡¯ll be able to do it yourself.¡± Suddenly, Hero¡¯s eyes flashed a very complex look of tension, anticipation, fear, and excitement¡­ After a while, she managed to control her emotions and forced herself to smile. ¡°I don¡¯t know if I can¡ªI have forgotten completely the feeling of walking, even if in a dream, I¡­¡± She bit her lip and continued, ¡°I can only crawl forward.¡± ¡°So you can learn from the beginning. It¡¯s not a big deal,¡± said Broken Sword, pressing on her shoulder. ¡°Even God¡¯s Punishment Witch can do it, and surely you can as well. Come, try to raise your legs.¡± Hero took a deep breath, opened the quilt, and saw two thin, branch-like legs exposed¡ªthey were different from a few months ago. Her legs which had been severed from the knees grew much longer, almost to the ankle position, and the ugly scars had also become smoother. They looked crumpled and different from normal legs and seemed as if they could snap off at any moment. But at least, they were much better than before. This result was the joint effort made by the Witch Union. At first, Nana could only recover minor wounds such as severed fingers, and the regrowth of the whole limb could not be achieved until the four witches joined the Witch Union. Broken Sword followed the instructions of His Majesty Roland to complement Nana with her strengthening ability and achieved a breakthrough¡ªholding a sword which Broken Sword transformed into, Nana¡¯s healing ability had been fully upgraded, and even a hunting dog with broken feet could grow new claws. This new discovery brought a ray of hope to Hero¡¯s recovery. However, the test that started later was not that easy. First of all, Nana¡¯s healing effect only took effect on the wound, and Hero¡¯s broken leg had already healed. If they wanted to recover her legs, they had to create new wounds in them. Secondly, even with Broken Sword¡¯s magic, treatment could only last for dozens of minutes, which meant that the recovery process had to be carried out in several stages. The combination of these two points posed a formidable challenge to both the healer and the patient. Hero had to repeatedly suffer the pains of wounds in her broken legs, and Nana had to cut her legs several times to make them grow. This treatment program was problematic from the beginning. Fortunately, Lady Wendy noticed this problem and mobilized the entire Witch Union. Broken Sword realized for the first time that they called each other sisters and this was not just a term, but they felt like a family from the bottom of their hearts. Though the four of them came from the Kingdom of Wolfheart, and joined Neverwinter not too long ago, they were not stingy about their affections for each other. Miss Leaf used a special plant called the sleeping fern to cultivate unconscious herbs that when consumed, one would not wake up for hours. Thus this helped to relieve Hero¡¯s suffering. Cutting was carried out by Miss Anna. Under the sharp Blackfire, the formation of a new wound could be completed instantly, and Nana only needed to focus on her ability. Finally, Marquess Spear Passi, the lord of a city, did not return immediately after the meeting at Fallen Dragon Ridge because of Hero. The previous treatments had been cautious¡ªNana¡¯s magical powers had been depleted every time to recover sections of legs which were as short as a half of a finger. Once her ability had been exhausted, the open wounds would have soon become lethal. Therefore, the recovering process had been extremely slow. With the help of Marquess Spear, recent treatments had made considerable progress. If everything went smooth, Hero would regain her full feet after today. Chapter 839 Chapter 839: Hero¡¯s Tears Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Broken Sword put on the protective socks for Hero, and carried her to the wheelchair. She gave Hero a simple wash and breakfast¡­ Amy, her next door neighbor, also woke up. When everything was ready, they pushed the wheelchair and went to the hospital. Hero was much more nervous than usual and hardly spoke along the way. Fortunately, Amy helped to make the atmosphere more lively, so that the tension would not affect Broken Sword. As for Amy herself¡­ probably optimism was her nature, so she could smile at any moment, even when she was fleeing to the Kingdom of Dawn¡ªthis always made Broken Sword envious. It was almost 9:00 am when they arrived at the hospital. When they had just entered the courtyard, the three of them saw Lady Wendy waiting at the entrance. No, not only Wendy, but there were also Scroll, Anna, Leaf, Mystery Moon and Lily¡­ Almost all of the Witch Union members were gathered there waiting for their arrival. Although she was not the patient, Broken Sword still felt a sudden surge of warmth. She even felt her eyes getting sour and tearing up. There was a slight tremor in the wheelchair and she knew that Hero was becoming emotional. ¡°His Majesty and Marquess Spear have been waiting for you in the medical room,¡± Wendy said with a smile, touching Hero¡¯s head. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, you¡¯ll regain your freedom soon.¡± ¡°His Majesty?¡± Broken Sword sounded surprised. ¡°His Majesty Roland has come?¡± ¡°Who else could it be,¡± exclaimed Mystery Moon, ¡°only His Majesty could make Lily put down her microscope and the weird worms.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk nonsense!¡± Lily shouted and tried to cover Mystery Moon¡¯s mouth. This made the three chuckle, and eased their nervous mood a little. Wendy shook her head reluctantly. ¡°Let¡¯s not let His Majesty wait too long.¡± Broken Sword pushed the wheelchair into the medical room, and after saluting the king and the Marquess, carefully carried Hero to the bed. Just as Hero was about to take the herb, Annie finally rushed over. She grasped Hero¡¯s hand gently, just like in the past and said, ¡°I¡¯ll be here until you wake up.¡± This sentence seemed to have an incredible magic, as Broken Sword saw the girl finally settle down on the bed. On the long flight to the Kingdom of Dawn, it was Annie who had been busy taking care of these three girls that had no experience of the wild and had brought them safely there. In the process, they had all regarded Annie as the backbone, believing that as long as she was there, any problems could be solved. Shortly after swallowing a pill, Hero fell asleep. ¡°Let¡¯s get started,¡± Wendy said to Broken Sword. She nodded and closed her eyes¡ªin an instant, the five senses disappeared instantly, just as if they been thrown into the void. However, this feeling lasted only for a few moments, and soon she ¡°watched¡± things around again¡ªthrough the eyes of Miss Nana. Her experience after exerting the ability was amazing, and she could even see herself as a short, thin ¡°dagger,¡± with vibrant, greenish soft lights flowing between the blade. This willow-like dagger was a suggestion made by His Majesty. He said waving a sword in front of the bed was too weird, and it would be better if she could become a short dagger. He also gave this kind of weapon a weird name, a scalpel. Suddenly, a surging magic burst into her body, and her sense of fullness made her start to hum. Of course, only the girl holding her could hear this slight moan. ¡°Still very uncomfortable?¡± Nana brought the scalpel in front of her. ¡°Much better than the previous ones,¡± Broken Sword took a deep breath¡ªthough it was only her subconscious move. After all, the weapon did not breathe. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. I can stand it. Feel free to use it.¡± This powerful magic Broken Sword felt came from Leaf when Spear Passi connected the two of them together. Fortunately, Miss Leaf¡¯s ability itself had the characteristics of vitality and moisture, so after adaptation it would not be too uncomfortable. This was unlike Anna¡¯s Blackfire, which was hard, sharp and cold, as if it were covered with steel needles. This, plus her magic capacity, was almost unbearable for Broken Sword. Therefore, when working with witches, only a few cooperated with Miss Anna. After becoming a blade, she could have a conscious connection with the user but also became faintly aware that the witch¡¯s magic and her own character were not unrelated. Most witches¡¯ temperament could always be felt from the fluctuation of magic. So it was very difficult to understand, how Anna who looked so approachable and smart, though she spoke very little, could give her such a feeling magically. Anna removed Hero¡¯s socks, and her fingertips showed a dark, thin line, that bound her legs like a rope. Broken Sword could not help but shiver. She had seen it with her own eyes, that when necessary, this Blackfire was able to instantly melt the metal and burn it up. But for now it felt just like Anna¡¯s magical power, a hard and cold icy filament. The black line soon vanished, and Broken Sword knew it had shrunk into a tiny black spot. In this shrinking process, in which the skin, blood vessels, and bones were neatly cut¡ªbecause the cutting surface was too flat, so it took a while before a circle of bloodstains gradually emerged. The sliced ??amputated limb was less than a finger thick, and Nana already stripped off the epidermis, driving the magic to wrap the wound. Broken Sword has seen the next treatment many times. Bloody red wounds began to grow forward under the old skin and grow out new pink skin. The magic of the two bodies also flew quickly, without a steady input from Leaf, they would soon be depleted. About half an hour later, a complete pair of feet finally appeared in front of everyone. Nana¡¯s energy also reached its limit, throwing off the scalpel. She was holding the bed and gasping with her forehead covered with fine sweat beads. And Broken Sword was not much better. The whole process for her, was like constantly inflaming the internal organs. Even after the restoration of the original appearance, the whole body was still sore. The little girl was brought by Wendy to the next room to take a break, but Broken Sword insisted on staying. She wanted to be with Annie and Amy, to see Hero wake up for the first time. ¡­ After the sleeping fern¡¯s effects faded, Hero slowly opened her eyes. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± Wendy helped her sit up in bed, softly asking, ¡°Can you feel them?¡± She shook her head first, as if she wanted to throw the drowsiness out of her mind, then widened her eyes and stared at her own feet where there had only been bald broken legs with ugly scars, nothing else. Everyone held their breath, and cast their gaze on the back of her foot. The medical room was silent for a moment. Suddenly, her slender toe trembled slightly. Broken Sword¡¯s heart also fluttered. She even thought it was her own illusion so she blinked and looked again. The toes fluttered twice and like rusty scissors that had not moved for a long time, jerked and slowly bent. Her uneasy heart finally felt assured and she just wanted to cheer. But she saw Hero¡¯s eyes flash two drops of tears. She was stunned, as even during the most difficult period, she had never seen Hero shed a tear. ¡°Than¡­¡± Hero swallowed as soon as she opened her mouth, and for a long time failed to complete her sentence, but all the people present understood her meaning. ¡°Thanks¡­ thank¡­¡± Annie leaned over and Hero burst into tears in Annie¡¯s arms. Chapter 840 Chapter 840: Black Blood Translator: TransN Editor: Meh After Roland returned to the castle, Roland still could not feel peace in his heart. As the saying goes, people would shed tears of delight. But in his view, Hero cried not only out of delight but it was also a way to pour out all her suppressed emotions after suffering years of unfair treatment, pain, and false accusations. In other words, the fact the put on a tough look did not necessarily mean that she did not feel pains. It was rather a mask underneath she hid all her true feelings. It was not an unnormal reaction for a girl who had just come of age before the misfortunes had weighed upon her. She had done very well in being strong and hopeful. The treatment turned out successfully, and she regained a pair of normal feet. After being unable to walk for such a long time, it might take a while for her to control her feet again. However, since she could feel her new feet after the treatment, her feet nerve must have been well connected with her spinal nerve. With rehabilitation, she would be able to walk again sooner or later. This treatment had also helped Roland to further confirm Broken Sword¡¯s ability¡ªto increase the witch¡¯s ¡°magic power limit¡±. Every witch had her power limit. Take Hummingbird¡¯s ability for an example. There were limits to the volumes of the objects of which she reduced weights, the lasting power of her magic and the extent of weight reduction. Once she passed one of the limits, the consumption of her magic power would multiply. It was like a rising index which could not go far beyond its normal value. To think it in another way, Hummingbird was unable to turn a huge mountain into something as light as a feather, nor could maintain her power effective forever. It would probably require an unimaginable amount of magic power to achieve that. The same applied to Nana. The magic power she needed to regrow the limbs was far beyond her magic power limit. That was why she could replant broken fingers but was unable to regrow limbs, not even with Leaf¡¯s help. Broken Sword¡¯s ability helped increase such limits so that something that had been impossible became nearly possible. With Broken Sword¡¯s help, the witch did not have to consume a considerable amount of magic power at a time but they only needed to apply their ability several times. From the drawer, Roland pulled out a stash of Wendy¡¯s reports that recorded the test results when Broken Sword worked with other witches and spread them on the desk. The result showed that most witches¡¯ abilities sharply strengthened with the help of Broken Sword. The heightened limit enabled them to enhance the effectiveness of their work. For example, the Dawn I enchanted by Mystery Moon would work longer, from the previous five days to the current two weeks. The improvement was highly precious for Neverwinter, for the city was not in a position to generate electricity on a mass scale at present. After all, as the number of plants grew, the power supply for lighting was hitting a bottleneck. Also, the consolidation effect enchanted by Candle could maintain longer with the Broken Sword¡¯s support, which was quite beneficial to the increase in service life of machine tools as well as the advancement the processing level. Now that so many green workers were sent to the plants, it was no surprise to see them break a dozen of boring cutters or several machines every day if Candle did not help. In addition, Broken Sword also offered significant assistance to witches like Soraya, Agatha, Lucia, Paper, etc. who worked in the plants. Thanks to those witches, the industrial development in Neverwinter was still phenomenal even without a well-established regulatory agency and sufficient labors. Without the witches, there would be more accidents and breakdowns of the system due to the dangerous and primitive production methods. Now with Broken Sword joining in, the production process would be safer and more efficient. Roland concluded his report with his prediction that Broken Sword would be one of the busiest witches in Neverwinter. In the afternoon, his guard Sean entered his office. ¡°Your Majesty, the Minister of Chemical Industry, Sir Kyle, hopes you can pay a visit to Lab Four. He said that there has been some progress in what you asked for.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Rowland¡¯s eyes brightened. ¡°Rearrange my schedule. I¡¯ll be there immediately.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Roland, escorted by guards, arrived at Lab Four. With the establishment of the acid plant and the nitration plant, the humble bungalows, which had been originally constructed as small workshops for both experiments and production, had become the veritable research center of Neverwinter. Now near the Redwater River, walls had been set up to separate the buildings. The research center was now guarded, equipped with a logistics team, and even the interior had been renovated. The outer wall of the building was repainted in a cream color, looking magnificent and grand. Kyle Sichi did not show up at the gate of the building of Lab Four to greet Roland. Only the vice minister Chavez stood there, looking a little embarrassed, but Roland did not take it as an offense. He had known the Chief Alchemist a long time ago and was aware of what kind of person he was, so he just waved his hand and entered the building without a word. Kyle was standing before a long lab table, his eyes glued to the liquid in the condenser pipe as it trickled down the beaker. The amber liquid was transparent, giving off an old and familiar smell. There were some more beakers around it, in which there were liquids of different shades of colors. Roland could not help drawing a deep breath. It had been a long time since he smelled the scent of gasoline. Certainly, gasoline was an inappropriate name for this crude product that was definitely incomparable to the widely used fuel in the modern world, although they did have the same scent. Roland still had a long way to go before it became a steady energy supply. ¡°Your Majesty.¡± The Chief Alchemist, who just noticed Roland, placed his hand on his chest. ¡°You¡¯re right. The Blackwater in the Southernmost Region indeed contains many liquid components. I¡¯ve done some experiments according to the approaches described in ¡®Intermediate Chemistry¡¯ and found out that the components could be separated through distillation, but¡­¡± He paused to point at the beakers on the table. ¡°If the sample is further distilled, the composition of each component present little difference.¡± ¡°That means you did it right,¡± Roland said carelessly, for he knew that they were all hydrocarbons, and Lucia would obtain the same result if she did the experiment. ¡°Did you dig out something else?¡± ¡°The components are all combustible, and the upper layer of the liquids obtained from the distillation are more volatile in nature, like this one¡­¡± Kyle picked up the beaker with the amber liquid and slightly shook it. ¡°It¡¯s like an explosion when it¡¯s ignited! Your Majesty, are you planning to make a more powerful explosive out of it?¡± Roland chuckled as he gazed at the animated old alchemist, who, in his opinion, had finally improved and become a real chemist, because now, he could associate combustible materials with explosives. In fact, the Blackwater was sampled in Endless Cape. From the very beginning, he suspected it was the eruption of oil wells that caused the so-called underground fire to burn constantly. Oil belonged to a big family. As oil was the lifeline of the modern industry and the essential material that had greatly influenced the World War, Roland had learned a lot about it. In fact, the difference between the oil sampled in the east and the west continents was so great, even greater than the skin colors of people in these two areas, that they could be considered as two entirely different liquids. The color of the oil varied dramatically, from golden, dark green to black, maroon, and even transparent. Some of the oil was as runny as water, while some thick and sticky; some could not be burned directly, while some highly inflammable¡­ In terms of their components, any mixture of hydrocarbons consisting of hydrogen and carbon could be taken as a kind of oil. So, it was not strange to classify Blackwater as oil. In other words, it did not matter whether Blackwater was similar to the oil in the modern world, as long as they could obtain combustible oil from it. After all, even people in the modern world had not been able to completely figure out where the oil came from, neither had they completed a thorough research on all the members of the oil family. Roland had heard people proclaim that oil would be used up in 50 years when he had been young, but it turned out that the reserves of the new oil fields discovered every year grew much faster than the consumption of the oil. Moreover, the summation of all the reserves of discovered oil fields had far exceeded the amount of the oil calculated based on the biotransformation hypothesis. Chapter 841 Chapter 841: The Application of Blackwater Translator: TransN Editor: Meh However, the ¡°underground Styx¡¯s River¡± that where Blackwater converged in the Southernmost Region was very unusual. According to Iron Axe¡¯s report, along the way from Choke Swamp to Endless Cape, Styx¡¯s River became less thick and the stagnant fog turned thin. Several Styx¡¯ s Rivers intersected at Blackwater Valley where men could even hear the roar of the water splattering onto the rocks beneath them when they were standing at a higher spot. Roland speculated that the composition of the Styx¡¯s River water changed as it flowed. For example, the stagnant fog Iron Axe had described in his report might be a kind of toxic gas emitted by Blackwater, or a product of the reaction between some subterranean materials. That might explain the reason why during centuries of evolution, the natural lightning or man-made fire did not set the Blackwater Valley ablaze, and why no one could survive in Choke Swamp. The stagnant fog shrouding the Styx¡¯s River not only stopped the Sand Nation people but also blocked fresh air, and thus guaranteed a steady flow of Blackwater toward the south. But as the underground river drew close to the Cape, it became thinner and finally disappeared. Only some part of the underground river would escape from the ground under pressure. Among them, some would set aflame, while some would turn into tiny streams and shallow puddles on the ground. Additionally, the stagnant fog dispersed at that point, providing a perfect environment for them to develop mines. Roland had no idea about how many components could be separated out of that unique crude oil, so he just asked the Chief Alchemist to have some experiments first before making a further plan. Luckily, the distilled components so far showed a very inspiring prospect. ¡°No doubt that Blackwater can be used to make dreadful weapons, but it can do far more than that,¡± Roland answered as he picked up the beaker and studied it carefully. ¡°There¡¯s much we can benefit from it, even only from its high combustion heat. I¡¯ll let you know one day.¡± The best way to motivate a straightforward man like the Chief Alchemist would be raising his interest with new knowledge. Roland laughed in silence as he saw the old man¡¯s desire was apparently not satisfied. He continued, ¡°As to the experiment, it¡¯s not enough to just use several retorts and condenser pipes if we mean to put Blackwater into use. You have to figure out some plans, like the way we produce dioic acids, that will enable mass production¡± The principle of oil separation was very simple, which could be regarded as the most basic chemical knowledge. Upon being heated, the raw oil would turn into steam that would later enter the connected distillation tower, where the steam of different components would successively condense due to their different boiling points. During this procedure, the finished oils such as gasoline, kerosene, diesel, heavy oil, etc. could be collected. The process was a complete physical transformation, so it would be very easy to achieve those materials under the current experiment condition. Although the utilization rate of the raw oil of the modern world had been significantly improved as the technology of refinement was diversifying, the traditional distillation was still useful. As such, distillation was still the first choice when they did not take the cost factor into account. Kyle Sichi was too well aware of the difficulty they would face if they wanted to upscale any lab experiments to a more complicated mass industrial production. He had to take lots of details into account if they were going to put the distillation into practical production. The old alchemist stroked his beard and said, ¡°Um¡­ I need a few days to plan it out, and I want the Witch Union¡¯s assistance.¡± That was a good sign that he asked for assistance from the witch voluntarily. Roland nodded. ¡°Just let me know if you want anything. I¡¯ll see to it.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty,¡± Kyle said, weighing his words. ¡°Apart from this, I have one more small request.¡± ¡°Oh? Go ahead.¡± ¡°May I have the honor to see the new invention made from them when it¡¯s ready?¡± His voice was full of curiosity. Theoretically speaking, the old alchemist had gone a little overboard since the project was meant to remain confidential. It was just like an engineer responsible for extracting uranium ore wanted to know the entire Manhattan plan. But Roland agreed after a short contemplation. After all, a little incentive could raise his passion for work, and Roland was confident that there was nobody who could compete with Neverwinter in terms of science and technology level in this era. ¡°You have to work hard.¡± Roland pointed at the separated liquids and said, ¡°The sooner you get the finished product, the earlier you will know the answer to your question.¡± ¡°Pardon me, Your Majesty¡­ Do you mean all of them?¡± Kyle asked in amazement. ¡°They were indeed all combustible, but the liquid distilled in the lower tower was no better than snow powder. It produces thick smokes and doesn¡¯t burn well, not even good for lights. ¡± ¡°This guy, whose mind was still clinging to the explosive, takes any products that are less active as wastes,¡± Roland thought. It was true that the light distillates in the upper tower were more inflammable and its flame was more vigorous, but their usages were unexpectedly limited in practice. Without additives, even the slightest mistake would set them off, so they were barely helpful under the current condition. Instead, he favored the diesel and heavy oil distilled in the lower tower. No doubt diesel would be a perfect fuel for the internal combustion engine. Even those mixed with impurities resulting from the inferior process were usable in practice. Their only problem was creating thick black smoke and thereby caused pollution when they burned, but that barely troubled Roland at this moment. Heavy oil would play an essential role in navigation and was the optimal fuel for steam-powered boats. The current coal-powered boat might work well in inland rivers, but it was not powerful enough to sail on the sea, where the boat required huge power that coal failed to provide. To be honest, it had already been a laborious task for the boat to travel form Fjords to Shallow Beach of the Western Region. Therefore, Roland wanted to build Festive Harbor at the Endless Cape where he could supply oil to the steam-powered boat that was planning to cross the Sealine and enter the open ocean. Furthermore, the requirement of producing heavy oil was the lowest. The roughly distilled heavy oil, even those mixed with asphaltic residue, was usable, so it might be one that could be most easily obtained in the oil family. Of course, Roland would not tell Kyle about that. He could not guarantee anything before he got the finished oil. If the final result ran countered to his original deduction, it would taint his reputation for being omniscient. So he just shrugged and said, ¡°All the oil components, including the residues and scraps, must be collected and categorized. They¡¯ll be useful for me.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the Chief Alchemist said with his hand across his chest. ¡°By the way.¡± As Roland walked out of the room, he suddenly stopped at the lab doorway. He turned to look at Kyle and added, ¡°Set up a tutorial session.¡± That took Kyle by surprise. He blurted out, ¡°What?¡± ¡°I thought I¡¯ve made my idea clear in the last agriculture meeting. We need to add an agriculture class to our secondary education curriculum. That will help us to train enough qualified men to handle the situation even if when we are going to spread Golden Twos to the entire kingdom,¡± Roland elaborated. ¡°And new plants will require more skilled people. As far as I can see, there¡¯re many people who intend to join the chemistry industry after finishing their universal education. You¡¯d better have them trained before using them in case they mess everything up in the plant due to the lack of experience.¡± Letting people choose courses they were interested in was the same as college students select their own majors. Here in Neverwinter, the process took place earlier in middle school. Roland had thought on this matter for a long time, and he believed that since there was no time to train people with various skills currently, he had better start with training professional workers as soon as possible. ¡°Your Majesty, wasn¡¯t Lady Scroll supposed to¡­ be responsible for that?¡± ¡°She handles the sections of recruitment, class composition, evaluation, and payroll, but the teacher must be from Ministry of Chemical Industry, so you have to see to it.¡± Kyle let out a sigh of relief as if he would have obeyed everything as long as Roland did not push him to teach students. His miserable memory was as fresh as yesterday. He had suffered enough during the process of recruiting and training some alchemy apprentices in order to earn ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡± from Roland. Kyle replied, ¡°I see, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°I think the alchemists from the king¡¯s city, who were adept at public speaking and advertising, are quite qualified for the teaching position. Do you think so?¡± Chapter 842 Chapter 842: Chicken-and-duck Knight Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Prius Dessau¡¯s life had been going quite smoothly recently. Like a dream, his service at the Elk Family had faded into oblivion over time. His skill and training as a knight had been long forgotten. His big belly could not fit in his old clothes. Instead, he bought baggy fabric pants and short silk robes, which not only were easy to manage but also enabled him to act like a gentleman¡ªalthough he was aware that in His Majesty¡¯s domain there were no real nobles anymore. Of course, his knighthood, which was not truly a dream, could still be evidenced by the shining armors displayed in his living room. Oddly enough, when he had been a knight of the Elk Family, he had disliked those armors so much that he had even considered selling them to a blacksmith at an unusually low rate. But after starting serving His Majesty, he began to feel these things pleasing to the eye. One of his hobbies now was holding his toddler and rambling about his ¡®valiant and heroic¡¯ fighting stories. But in those stories, Prius had completely avoided mentioning Duke Ryan, as if he had always been an impeccable loyal minister to Roland Wimbledon. After joining the City Hall, he had been continuously moving up in his career. Seizing the opportunity when the population of Neverwinter was rapidly growing, he expanded the chicken and duck aquiculture zone several times, and it now eventually turned it into a huge poultry factory. That was right, the poultry factory he created on his own was not by any means worse than the machine-manufacturing factories. After learning the term ¡®factory¡¯ from His Majesty, he immediately hung the board for his factory over the yard gate. Nowadays factories sprang out in Neverwinter like mushrooms after rain. It was currently the most popular word in the City Hall. Naturally, he did not want to be left behind. After all, he had more than 100 employees; in his factory, there were almost 10,000 chickens and ducks which needed several baskets of fodders and earthworms each day, a scale he had never dreamed of. As to being called ¡®Chicken-and-duck Knight¡¯, he did not mind it; instead, he rather enjoyed it. Now that his career was on track, Prius became idle. The first batch of apprentices had gained the skill of distinguishing poultry genders, feeding, filtering baby chickens, etc. Furthermore, they could even train newbies, which gave Prius much free time. Fowl plague, the most dreadful thing for raising poultries, could be easily dispelled by that witch Lily, so the scale of his factory could actually expand as large as he wished. Now, he only had to do planning and statistics work, and then the Minister of Agriculture would do the rest. In fact, most of the other knights who had been captured with him were doing pretty well, except a few who were too stubborn to cooperate. His superior Sirius Daly, for instance, a former knight of the Wolf Family, had now become a minister, and he had the highest rank among all of them. Morning Light, who had been promoted to an intermediate teacher, earned about the same as Prius. While doing small talk, Ferlin Eltek seemed to have mentioned that he had plans other than keep on teaching. It was hard to speculate where this former star knight would work, but it must be somewhere not too bad. The other knights like Halon, Valsa, Kazan¡­. were either teaching or operating a business. Prius often met these old acquaintances when he had time, to chat about their daily lives, their work, and their expectations for the future. But not everybody was sincerely convinced by His Majesty. For example, Halon was not satisfied with the policy that forbade captured knights to join the army. As such, during their meetings, he was often in state of despondence because of his unfulfilled dream. Prius did not agree with him. Everyone knew that flintlocks were very powerful weapons. If he were in charge, he would be unwilling to entrust these weapons to a defeated army. As to himself, he laid eyes on the annual Award and Honor Ceremony¡ªjudging from His Majesty¡¯s emphasis on agriculture, he felt sooner or later he would stand on the platform in the square, being admired and respected by audiences. Not only would he accept the medal bestowed by His Majesty personally, but he would also get a prize of 100 gold royals, which was a much promising future than joining the army. While he was on the way to City Hall, humming, and was about to greet Sirius Daly before going to the poultry factory, the minister stopped him. ¡°Ah, here you are. His Majesty is waiting for you.¡± Prius slowed down. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°The guard didn¡¯t tell. He only told me to tell you to go to the castle when you¡¯re here.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Prius pretended to be calm and self-collected, although his heart beat faster. ¡°It¡¯s not long after the conference of the agriculture mobilization movement. Is His Majesty thinking the same as I do, to promote me as an honorary example?¡± Full of expectations, he entered the castle. Under the guidance of a guard, he came to His Majesty¡¯s office door on the third floor. ¡°Come in,¡± after introducing himself, a familiar voice came from the other side of the door. ¡°I¡¯ve been waiting for you for quite a while.¡± ¡°Officer of the Ministry of Agriculture, Prius Dessau sends his best regards,¡± as soon as he entered the room, he got to his knee and held a fist over his chest as a knight greeted a king. But due to the extra fat on his belly, the gestures he made were far less handsome than before, and he almost trapped himself while kneeling down. ¡°Please rise.¡± The king was sitting behind a long desk, smiling at him, and said, ¡°You¡¯ve been doing such a good job recently that even Barov can¡¯t stop praising you, which is rather rare. Therefore, I have a new task for you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m at your command.¡± Prius stood up respectfully. ¡°Listen carefully¡­ This is a top secret. Even in the City Hall, not many people know it,¡± Roland said in a serious tone, ¡°and it¡¯s so significant that it concerns the future development of Neverwinter. As soon as you accept it, you can¡¯t tell anyone what you see and hear without my permission. The reason I chose you is that you¡¯re the most suitable candidate considering there¡¯s nobody else has done it before, although you¡¯re not indispensable. If you can do it well, the compensation won¡¯t be an issue. I want your answer now.¡± Prius was startled. He did not expect His Majesty to make such a proposal at all. It had nothing to do with the medal, but His Majesty actually planned to give him a really tough task. ¡°Ah, forget about the significance, the competitive compensation¡­ They mean nothing but trouble. To be involved in the king¡¯s secret is like a suicide.¡± Subconsciously, he wanted to decline it, but he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue. ¡°Wait a minute. Who do you think the person is? He is the Lord of Neverwinter, the King of Graycastle!¡± ¡°When the King wants an officer to do something, does he need to consult the officer in advance? Unless the officer has planned to rebel and hide in his territory. Otherwise, he should take the order no matter what it is so as to not suffer a king¡¯s wrath. His Majesty doesn¡¯t order me directly is to care for my feelings, not to give me the chance to refuse.¡± Prius swallowed a mouthful of saliva. ¡°Even though this king Wimbledon is different from most other lords, and he means every word he says, didn¡¯t I just tell him ¡®I¡¯m at your command?¡± ¡°I just expressed my loyalty, then I directly tell him that I don¡¯t want to or I¡¯m unable to do it? If I were the king, I guess I would hold a grudge if not flying into a rage on the spot. In that case, not only won¡¯t I get promoted, but I might not even be able to be a common official either, not to mention the Award and Honor Ceremony and the abundant prize.¡± At this thought, Prius really wanted to slap himself. After hesitating for quite a while, he eventually blurted out, ¡°I¡¯d like to take this task.¡± He could not afford to lose his position. He had lost his identity as a knight, and if he went on losing his official position as the superintendent of the poultry factory, he would really have nothing left at all. At this moment, the only thing that comforted him was His Majesty¡¯s words ¡®you¡¯re the most suitable candidate considering there is no precedent¡¯ . ¡°At least, this means a sort of confirmation of my capability?¡± ¡°Alright.¡± Roland smiled and whispered something to the empty space beside him, and then looked at Prius and said, ¡°Now follow me to a place.¡± ¡°Where?¡± Prius asked immediately, anxious and a little panic. ¡°The Third Border City,¡± the King said while raising his eyebrow. ¡°Have you heard of it?¡± Chapter 843 Chapter 843: The Conduct of A Loyal Official Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Prius had never heard of this city. Border Town had become a place of residence because it was to serve the mine, and it had nothing to do with a ¡®city¡¯, let alone to prefix the city with ¡®the third¡¯. Before His Majesty arrived in the Western Region, only the Longsong Stronghold deserved to be called a city. When they arrived at the cave at the foot of North Slope Mountain, Prius understood what His Majesty had meant. He had always been curious as to why the Ministry of Construction established a fortress-like building in Neverwinter. The location of a strategic point being guarded by the First Army was a bit strange. At its back was the North Slope Mountains, and to the left and right, there was too great a distance from the borders to defend against army invasions, let alone allow them to properly guard His Majesty¡¯s castle. He asked some of his colleagues in City Hall, but none of them gave him a satisfactory answer. Some said the construction team there was under the direct management of Minister Carl, and others had no authority to inquire into it. Such being the case, Prius stopped asking. After all, he was only curious. There was no need to go so far as to get himself into trouble. However, he never thought he would personally step into this military position. When Prius saw the manmade underground aisle and a large cluster of caves, his jaw almost dropped. ¡°How did they make this?¡± ¡°One year ago, there was nothing in this area. Now, it¡¯s like the interior of the whole mountain has been connected. It¡¯s not exaggerating to call such a spacious underground area a city¡­ but, could this have been done by men?¡± Prius cast a furtive glance at His Majesty, to whom his awe deepened. Duke Ryan had indeed picked the wrong opponent. The Lion overwhelmed the other big families and had ruled the Western Region for over a decade and they made the once barren land as solid as a piece of iron. This was a manifestation of his perfect methods and capability, but¡­ after all, he was just a human being. What happened next shocked the Elk knight even more. As he arrived at a flat and open hall, by the trailer, Prius saw two men dressed like warriors walk over to them¡ªsince the popularization of flintlocks in the First Army, guards dressed in this attire were rarely seen. One of them looked Prius up and down before he turned to ask His Majesty, ¡°Are you sure it¡¯s going to be alright?¡± ¡°Sooner or later, my subjects will know about it. Instead of concealing it, I think it¡¯s better to give them some time to accept it,¡± Roland replied. ¡°Let¡¯s start with the City Hall officials.¡± ¡°Alright then¡­¡± The guard sighed helplessly. He then waved towards the dome above the hall. A flash of black shadow descended and quietly fell in front of the crowd. Prius¡¯ heart pounded in his chest and he almost cried out! ¡°Oh my god, what the hell is that?¡± Looking at the blob monster, full of tentacles, in front of him, he felt a chill as it crept up his spine ¡°Even a demon from hell wouldn¡¯t look as horrible as that.¡± The knight wanted to retreat but found that his feet had gone numb. The only reason he didn¡¯t fall to the ground was the calmness His Majesty exuded. Then he ¡°heard¡± a voice. However, the soft female voice did not come from next to his ear, but from directly within his head, ¡°Your Majesty, nice to see you.¡± ¡°Nice to see you too, Pasha,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°How are the worms?¡± ¡°Their number has increased. As long as there are mushrooms, it seems they¡¯ll just keep on eating.¡± ¡°They do seem easy to feed.¡± ¡°Yes, you can totally count on us.¡± ¡°When the war starts, you won¡¯t have many hands to spare. Besides, I want to raise more than a thousand worms, so it¡¯s better to let them get familiar with it sooner.¡± Prius was startled¡ªHis Majesty talked so freely with the monster, just like he was talking with a common official. Not to mention the respect the monster showed towards His Majesty was totally different from the intimidating demons. ¡°If ghosts and monsters in books talked like this, perhaps they wouldn¡¯t be as scary.¡± He took two deep breaths and he felt his racing heart slow down. ¡°What does His Majesty want me to raise? Worms? ¡°Besides¡­ is this the big secret he warned me about? At the foot of the North Slope Mine is a concealed horrible nonhuman entity?¡± His Majesty seemed to read his mind. Patting Prius on the shoulder he said, ¡°This is¡­ Miss Pasha. She used to be a well-renowned lady. Although she¡¯s been cursed by demons, which is why she looks the way she does now, deep in her heart she¡¯s still human. There¡¯s no need to be afraid.¡± ¡°La¡­ Lady?¡± Prius was startled and took a moment to come to himself. ¡°Exactly.¡± The King sighed. ¡°Come, walk with me and I¡¯ll tell you the details.¡± That¡¯s when Prius heard an unbelievable story. There were more monsters like Pasha. 400 years ago, they lived in the Barbarian Land and even built their own towns, but they failed to resist the combined invasion of demonic beasts and demons. Most of them died in the wilderness, only very few escaped to the Western Region. The demons¡¯ curse turned them into monsters and made them immortal, which meant they had to live forever with that pain. Now, Roland took in those survivors. They would become Roland¡¯s ally for fighting against demons, as well as the subjects of Graycastle. ¡°I¡­ understand,¡± Prius murmured. ¡°But, as you can see, their looks can easily give people a negative first-impression, so I have to keep it top secret and only very few have been told.¡± Roland stopped for a while, his eyesight freezing. ¡°If you speak of this, you know the consequence.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll keep my mouth shut, Your Majesty!¡± Prius hurriedly swore. Although this odd news was more inconceivable than the horror stories from grannies¡¯ mouths, he did not intend to dispute how much was truthful. He would believe whatever His Majesty told him. That was the fundamental conduct of a loyal official. ¡°Glad to hear that.¡± His Majesty nodded. With the blob monster¡­ no, the ancient Lord Pasha as their guide, the party passed through a long aisle. She then turned back and said, ¡°Here we are.¡± In front of Prius, there was another huge cave. The bleak underground space was suddenly full of movement. Despite the unprecedented plants and cavernous view, the huge worms crawling among the mushrooms alone were enough to keep his attention. Prius found that much stimulation, over a short period of time, had desensitized him. ¡°Is this¡­ what I need to raise?¡± His Majesty seemed to have been observing Prius the entire time. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction before saying, ¡°That¡¯s right. It¡¯s called a rubber worm. Its secretion is a widely used industrial material, which is as important as meat and eggs. The expedition team found it in the Great Snow Mountain and brought it back. Unfortunately, it could only live underground, which is why it has been left to the survivors from the Third Border City to take care of.¡± At this point, Roland suddenly changed the subject. ¡°I heard in order to feed the chickens and ducks, you raised earthworms?¡± ¡°Essentially¡­ yes.¡± After quite some time, Prius finally caught up with His Majesty¡¯s thought. ¡°I can reduce the poultry¡¯s foraging area, which will subsequently enable them to grow faster.¡± ¡°These worms are no different than earthworms, I don¡¯t mean the breeding method, but the nature of the two.¡± Roland kicked a rubber worm resting on a mushroom. The worm didn¡¯t move until it hit the ground, then, dragging its huge belly, it crawled off into the thick grass. ¡°They¡¯re not aggressive; their favorite food is mushrooms. They are massive, but they are passive, so you won¡¯t be bitten. The only thing you need to do is regularly collect the mucus in their bellies.¡± ¡°Mu¡­cus?¡± ¡°Have you seen a milk cow? The point isn¡¯t the cow, but what the cow produces.¡± ¡°By collect, do you mean, squeeze it out?¡± ¡°It¡¯d be best if you could find a way to harvest it.¡± Roland smiled gently, ¡°However, like I just said, the worm itself isn¡¯t important. Sometimes it¡¯s faster to kill the worm to collect the mucus. Afterall, their reproductive speed is much faster than a chicken or a cow.¡± Prius suddenly shivered, for no clear reason he got the impression that His Majesty did not like the vital worms. As this thought flashed through his mind, in the blink of an eye, Roland returned to his usual tone, ¡°Written in this notebook are some of the habits of these worms.¡± He handed Prius a booklet, with a cowhide hardcover. ¡°You can read it for reference and compare it to your knowledge. Then see if you can find ways to make them grow faster and collect mucus easier. I wish to see what you accomplish by next month.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Prius swallowed hard and took the booklet, as he inquired, ¡°How am I to do this on my own¡­¡± ¡°The First Army stationed here will assist you,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°Work hard and there will be a place for you in this year¡¯s Award and Honor Ceremony.¡± Chapter 844 Chapter 844: Messages Arriving at the Same Time Translator: TransN Editor: Meh The decision to have the Ministry of Agriculture farm rubber worms was not Roland¡¯s latest flight of fancy. In his opinion, farming rubber worms was as important as exploiting oil, so he naturally wanted to have that industry under his control. If it was not for the potential threats the worms might bring to people, he would not have any intention to place the feedlot in the Third Border City. After discussing with Barov, Edith and other people, he decided to adopt the explanation of ¡°her ladyship and the fallen city¡±, which would be more acceptable to people than the saying of ¡°the witch empire¡±. As now, only the City Hall¡¯s senior officials and the main force of the First Army knew the truth of the Battle of Divine Will and Taquila, so it was very difficult to make the upcoming war known to the world. However, they worried about a blunt announcement would make people panic, so they had to rephrase their proclamation before unveiling the truth to the public. A good way to do so was to slowly send the reworded information out to minimize subsequent shock created among the public. Roland would rather keep the dark history of the witch empire covered forever for the sake of the stability of the united front. If humans were fortunate to win the Battle of Divine Will, it would be easier to make them accept that unique period of history by the time archaeologists unearthed the lost record. Knight Elk was left alone in the wormhole to do the research on his own, while Roland, invited by Pasha, entered the subterranean hall. ¡°They¡¯re back, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Who?¡± Confused by the random words, Roland could not help raising his eyebrow, Pasha did not reply. She raised her tentacles and pointed at the deep, secluded passage on the other side of the hall, looking enigmatic. He looked over his shoulder at the dark passage where there was a flash of white shadow swinging by. Moments later, two giant devouring worms crept out and crawled towards him, wriggling, their mouths wide open, revealing tusks and fangs. ¡°Your Majesty, do you remember us?¡± One of them greeted Roland merrily. Roland, slightly surprised, asked, ¡°Are you Jasmine¡­ and Lyra?¡± How could Roland forget them? He could still remember the moment they had bade farewell and the calm look when they had said that they harbored no regrets before boarding the concrete boat heading to Great Snow Mountain. Even now, Roland could still feel their unfailing determination in their tones. ¡°Yes, we are. You do remember us!¡± ¡°Mind your manner!¡± Another worm poked her companion with its tail. ¡°Whatever we looked like, do remember we are the Taquila¡­¡± ¡°Worm?¡± Jasmine finished the sentence for Lyra deliberately. ¡°Witch!¡± Lyra cried. ¡°They just arrived at Neverwinter. They persist in seeing you before their dormancy, so I have to keep them waiting beside the hall. I hope I didn¡¯t frighten you.¡± Pasha drooped her main tentacles. ¡°Thanks again for your assistance.¡± ¡°No, you didn¡¯t frighten me. Honestly, I¡¯ve been waiting for the good news of the successful transfer too.¡± Roland waved one hand and did not take it seriously. ¡°Why¡­ do they have to go dormant?¡± ¡°For we couldn¡¯t afford to sustain the worm carrier, Your Majesty,¡± Lyra said solemnly. ¡°Fran alone is capable of handling the daily tunneling and transportation. There¡®s no need to keep all three carriers awake. Even Fran was dormant for the most of her time before coming here.¡± Roland remembered that Lyra had the same bright and bubbly personality as Jasmine¡¯s before her transfer. But now she gave him an impression of maturity as if she really grew up instantly after the Soul Transfer. After staying with Phyllis and the other witches for a long time, Roland learned that not all Taquila witches had lived a long life. At the very beginning, due to the lack of carriers and God¡¯s Punishment Warriors¡¯ shells, they were forced to either to merge with Eleanor, one of the Three Chiefs, or to be transferred to a soul container and enter a state of dormancy. In other words, only a few witches had lived for centuries. Most witches waited for a long time until the church was established in the Starfall City that could provide shells for them. Phyllis had changed two shells so far and had stayed awake for merely 150 years. The actual time when she was conscious was indeed shorter as there was a period of time at the very beginning when she felt bewildered and had to adjust herself to the new environment. Still, she was regarded as ¡°the elder¡± among the Taquila survivors. Jasmine and Lyra were among the youngest transferer. Apart from the time they spent in getting familiar with their shells, they were often asleep. So, their mental age was close to their real age. Roland was really impressed with the change in their mentality. Moreover, the most estimable thing was that they still kept their spirits up even in the shells of devouring worms, which, as far as Roland could see, exceeded many people. Now it seemed that there was a good reason for the Union to unify the continent. Apart from its absolute power, they had many other merits worth noting as well. ¡°If I intend to turn the Impassable Mountain Range into a defensive barrier, three worm carriers aren¡¯t a lot,¡± Roland said while looking at Pasha. ¡°Keep them awake. They¡¯ll be very helpful to the upcoming new project. In addition, there¡¯re also many places in Neverwinter that need reconstruction. No need to worry about food. The City Hall will take care of it.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Jasmine yelled excitedly. No one liked to spend most of their time sleeping, especially the Taquila witches. They had slept too long. ¡°As long as you don¡¯t ask for meat for every meal.¡± Roland spread out his hands. ¡°If they have Fran¡¯s stomach, I estimate they would just need the same amount of food as those for 100 people.¡± ¡°Now that you¡¯ve got a plan, I will leave them to you.¡± Pasha, who seemed to have already known the answer, said with a smile. ¡­ Roland felt more relaxed after the encounter with Jasmine and Lyra. As he returned to the castle, he received a message from the First Army. They had successfully accomplished the task to blow up the snow mountain. The passage that connected the underground river and the sea had been blocked completely by the explosion, and the rising water would head to the west after the ruins submerged. Most of the men would return to Neverwinter shortly except the Gun Battalion, who would stay at the snow mountain and monitor the change of the watercourse. Things had turned out as Roland had expected. As the Taquila witches finished searching the underground ruins and gained the devouring worms, their exploration was approaching an end. Thus, there was nothing Roland needed to worry about as far as the Western Region was concerned for the time being. When Roland unsealed the other letter, the content surprised him. It was from the Northern Region, not sent by a carrier pigeon but by a rider under Duke Kant¡¯s order entrusted by the garrison. With full four pages, it detailed what had happened in the Holy City of Hermes and the collapse of the Tower of Babel. Eagle Face, the commander of the garrison believed it was the perfect time to launch an attack. After taking the thick wall around the city and the huge mangonel into account, he asked for an reinforcement from one or two cannon teams. He wished to gain the first victory in the new year for his King. After Roland finished reading the letter, he could not believe that the church jointly built by the Union and Starfall City had come to its end like this. Roland could not help wondering whether this information was true or false. Doubtlessly, the church still had a number of God¡¯s Punishment soldiers, and it might make a desperate attempt to save itself by involving the First Army in a street battle. Roland had planned to let the God¡¯s Punishment Witches participate in the battle to provide close-range attacks that the First Army was in lack of. In the meantime, the new mortar would be put into use as well to further drive enemies into a corner. Although it was advertised that the goal of the war was to unify the whole kingdom, the real purpose was actually to exterminate the church. But now came the signs that the Holy City was fraying at the edges from inside. Just as he was about to summon people to have a discussion, he heard a tapping sound from the French window behind him. He turned around and saw Nightingale pull the bird directly through the glass into the room. Roland took the letter off the carrier pigeon¡¯s leg. The bird was apparently at a loss. When he spread the letter out and glanced at the content, he immediately stood up. ¡°How dare he?¡± There was only one sentence on the paper. ¡°Appen, the King of Dawn, schemes to disturb the Eastern Region of Graycastle. The situation in the Holy City is volatile. Otto Luoxi has been imprisoned.¡± Chapter 845 Chapter 845: Eye of the Branch Nest Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°It hurts!¡± ¡°It hurts a lot!¡± ¡°I can¡¯t bear it!¡± The monster beat its tentacles against the seawater in vexation. The ¡°blade¡± and ¡°foot¡± hiding inside its body were shivering, apparently frightened by the overwhelming anger. For the monster, pains were not unfamiliar. From the moment of its birth to the life as an Eye of Sectional Nest, the monster had fought numerous battles against enemies. All that it had experienced¡ªinjuries, annexations, evolutions, and pains¡ª enhanced and sharpen its senses. They were necessary sacrifices for absorbing magic power. But it was not the pain that annoyed the monster. It was¡­ a feeling that the monster had never had before. The monster tried to match the emotion with other reactions of life but soon found it unnecessary¡ªthe feeling lay in the instincts of most species. No matter how considerably the species varied, they all had, without an exception, this kind of feeling. Fear. A kind of feeling the monster had experienced for the first time of its life. The feeling somehow bewildered the monster, and the anger rose before it noticed it. ¡°kill!¡± ¡°Kill her!¡± ¡°How very much I want to kill her!¡± ¡°How dare her, a tiny bug, to break into my body and challenge me with the speck of magic power? One day I¡¯ll tear her to pieces and put her head on her skeleton, in a way red mist insects have done.¡± Yet, neither anger nor fear was a necessary emotion that the monster had to experience in order to grow up. The monster had never been scared of pain, nor had it been upset by a momentary defeat. To be honest, it had never thought of such kind of thing before. The monster had thought of nothing except the evolution. Evolution was more important than mere survival, for the former represented the sublimation of the species, whereas the latter only stood for the interest of individuals. The monster realized that there was something wrong with its body. But what was it? Even thinking about the question gave it a serious headache. The hot flames had not only taken away one-third of its body but also made its head swimming. ¡°I need time.¡± ¡°Time to regenerate a new body.¡± ¡°And time to find the answer.¡± The monster suppressed the fear, anger, and all sorts of various subtle feelings that it had never experienced before and sank to the bottom of the ocean. ¡­ Over 10 days later, the monster crept out of the hiding place and released all the ¡°blades¡± and ¡°feet¡± locked within its body. The monster had suffered great losses in the battle, but it did not care much, for as long as it recovered completely, it would regenerate new parts of its body. Now the food was more urgent for the hungry monster. Meanwhile, it had come up with some conclusions to the problems. Firstly, the monster found that it had lost many pheromones that it had taken from various types of bugs before. The pheromones could help to indicate the evolution direction of its group, so collecting them was the chief task for every eye of the branch nest. The monster¡¯s loss was understandable¡ªwith a huge blast, the monster lost the control of its body in the hot flames and heat waves, its body parts twisted and broken, and among them, some were the brains that stored pheromones. Even though most parts of its body were healed, the pheromones in these brains were gone. This was like when you popped water bags. Repairing them would not help with the matter. ¡°That¡¯s not a big deal. There¡¯re bugs everywhere for me to recollect.¡± ¡°And I¡¯ve succeeded in keeping the most important red mist multi-eyed insect, so the loss is acceptable.¡± ¡°But the problem is I¡¯ve lost the connection with the mother of the nest.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t believe it!¡± Since the monster was born, its connection with its own kind was so close and inextricable that as long as they were in the same water area, it could always sense the central nest, no matter how far distance was laid between them. Through the water waves, it could deliver the collected pheromones, as well as share the evolution instructions among its kind. But now all of them were gone. The monster had scarcely concerned about this kind of problem since it got wounded. By the time its mind was clear enough to smoothly deliver the pheromone of the multi-eyed insect, it suddenly realized that where the indescribable feeling came from. It could not catch the voice of the central nest even when the tide fell and waters became one. At first, the monster wonder if the problem lay in its incomplete regenerated body. Then it thought of the fact that any individuals separated from the central nest would never lose the connection as long as they were not utterly dead. The monster checked its body over and over again and finally noticed a part of its brain had blended with the red mist multi-eyed insect, rather than engulfed it ¡°That tiny insect must have taken advantage of my fragile moment and had a desperate struggle.¡± Aware of the truth, the monster was scared and angry at first but soon calmed down. In its eyes, a less evolved insect was merely a lesser creature, nothing more. The insect did not benefit much from its behavior even though it indeed made some difference. Now the monster could not sense even a little bit of the multi-eyed insect inside its body. Instead, it had taken over all its queer eyes, through which the monster could ¡°see¡± many primal creatures looking at it. After a long thought, the monster finally found the answer to its problem. The reason why it could not reach the central nest lay in the merging, which involuntarily made it have some of the weird feelings of the insect. For example, fear. And anger. And¡­ egoism. Under the circumstances, the monster should have returned to Zenith Sea first and informed Mother of the Nest what had happened here. After that, it should hand itself over to the Mother of the Nest, for when the message could not be passed through water waves, annexation would be a perfect way for the group to retain all the pheromones and thereby obtain useful evolutionary instructions. Of course, the monster knew that evolution was more important than survival, a very basic understanding among the whole group. But now it hesitated. The monster found that it had pondered over more things in recent 10-odd days than what it had done in the past 100 years altogether. Back then, fighting, annexing, collecting, and growing were like its instincts, yet now it seemed to lose such instincts¡­ In addition, the monster was aware that the restrictions on using pheromones were lifted. Every step of evolution was a choice made out of an abundance of caution. The pheromones collected by every nest eye must be passed to the central nest, where it would analyze them and then sort out the valuable parts that would be reconstructed and turned into evolution instructions. Evolution did not only involve the change in nest eyes but also involved every part of the group, from the central nest to ¡°blade¡± and ¡°foot¡±. All of them grew up in this way little by little. Therefore, there were not many differences between each eye of the branch nest. But during the time of recovery, the monster had accidentally used a pheromone coming from a primal creature with a self-healing ability. That was why its serious wound, which would have taken months to heal up, faded away so quickly within merely a dozen days. The monster also noticed something unusual about itself. It was no longer a usual nest eye. Its ¡°foot¡± quickly hauled plenty of food¡ªthe primal aquatic creatures nearby, or what insects normally referred to as fish. The ¡°blade¡± neatly cut off their heads, which then gave off a fishy smell that would soon attract more fish. In this way, it would not be long before the monster filled itself up. The monster did not know why those primal aquatic creatures, which enjoyed the same resource as them, still lived as the weakest among all. Somehow, as the monster watched the foolish fish gathered, it thought of itself. Since the monster had developed an emotion called ¡°fear¡±, it no longer wanted to go back to Zenith Sea. The red mist insect¡¯s feelings had influenced the monster. It now realized that survival was more important than anything. The monster was afraid of being swallowed up by Mother of the Nest and being disturbed again by the erratic little bug. It also wanted a revenge. The anger was still there, but it hid it temporarily. As the monster continuously felt both anger and fear, it found itself yearn for more. This was something it had never considered before. Evolution would be the only way to get what it wanted. The monster hastily engulfs a pack of fish and then started to take action. The monster had never been so impatient before. Back then, every nest eye did the same job, and it did not matter whether the monster was quick or slow. But things had changed now. The pheromones the monster was going to collect and the evolution it would make had nothing to do with the group. This time, those tasks would be done for its own sake. Chapter 846 Chapter 846: Factional Conflicts Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°Otto Luoxi is our ally and he deserves better. They¡¯ve harassed the Eastern Region this time, next time they may dare to cross the boundary and invade the kingdom!¡± Brian said loudly. ¡°Your Majesty, please give the order! No matter how far the enemy is, the First Army will crush them for you!¡± ¡°Invading us?¡± Barov raised his eyebrow. ¡°If the army of the Kingdom of Dawn could enter Graycastle so brazenly, why on earth would you be here?¡± ¡°My lord, it¡¯s just an example¡ª¡± ¡°A baseless example won¡¯t convince anybody,¡± Barov interrupted. ¡°More importantly, why do we need to involve the army in a problem that could be solved by diplomacy? Do you remember His Majesty¡¯s primary goal for this year? Do you think the eldest son of a noble family from the City of Glow would be more significant than our king¡¯s enthronement?¡± For a moment, Brian was speechless. ¡°Alright¡­ let¡¯s take a break.¡± Roland clapped his hands. ¡°Eat something before we continue.¡± As the clapping sounded, a servant waiting at the doorway entered wheeling a trolley. Some officials in the hall started to help themselves to snacks while others went to the bathroom. Thus, the tension within the room subsided. This scene had come up repeatedly in their discussions during the three-day meeting. After Roland had received the intelligence reports from the spy, Hill Fawkes, and the garrison in the Northern Region, he had summoned all of the relevant officials to the castle to plan out a solution to the current situation. Roland could clearly see two different factions forming among his men. The City Hall faction, headed by Barov, was more conservative. They preferred to concentrate on the development of the kingdom and were more focused on the Western Region, and they planned to gradually expand the population and increase the strength of Graycastle until the unification of the kingdom. To make the King of Dawn, Appen Moya, pay the price for his action was in their plan, but it was not considered urgent. The other faction consisting of the First Army under the leadership of Brian, favored by the Adviser Department, was more aggressive. But they were not as united and as close as the City Hall faction. The men of the First Army were influenced by Brian, who boasted of new concepts like ¡°defending against the enemy abroad¡±, ¡°acting before the enemy even notices,¡± and ¡°striking the enemy unprepared¡±, so they insisted on taking immediate action, delivering retribution upon the Kingdom of Dawn and saving the detained Otto Luoxi. As for the members of the Adviser Department, they probably chose to stand with the First Army for their own benefit as they had no way to earn themselves rewards unless there was a war to fight. Additionally, some members of the Adviser Department were from Longsong Stronghold, so they were not as familiar with Neverwinter as the men of City Hall. More often than not, their ideas were refuted and unappreciated, making their voice seem even less important. Hence, there were several times that Brian¡¯s speech was countered by Barov easily. Honestly, in terms of eloquence, Brian was far behind Barov, so he had already done a great job of expressing his ideas in front of the ministers in the meeting so far. After all, Brian, the leader of the Gun Battalion, was young. He grew up as an ordinary villager of Border Town, less tested and inexperienced, which was something that could be seen from his report of the defensive battle in the snow mountain. Roland had kept silent during the discussions. For the moment, the aggressive side was at a disadvantage and was losing control of the debate. To Roland¡¯s surprise, Barov¡¯s ability had grown greatly in the past three years. He might have been well trained while serving the previous Treasurer and all he needed was a chance to take off. The only thing that surprised Roland was that Edith had made no speech and kept silent over the three days of the meeting. Among the officials, she, the Pearl of the Northern Region, might be the only one qualified to argue with Barov. To prevent internal conflict between Edith and Barov, who both liked to compete against each other, Roland had deliberately set up a new department in City Hall, the Ministry of Defense, specializing in external military affairs. This new department included the Adviser Department as one of its subordinate organizations. The Ministry of Defense would be responsible for the external military affairs and the Security Bureau. In this way, the framework of Graycastle¡¯s brute strength was roughly finalized. As expected, Roland was the minister of this new department, just like he was for the other departments. Edith used to be Barov¡¯s assistant, learning to deal with affairs in the City Hall. She had done her job very well, but it was not until now that she got her formal approval and became a member of the new department. To be given a such an honor so easily would be so great that no other reward would be a match in the future and other newcomers would take her as an example, believing that they were also qualified to get such a title easily. After all, times had changed. Roland was no longer in a shortage of people and would not appoint anyone of little competence to a major position again. So, Edith now worked as a clerk in the Ministry of Defense, playing the role of an adviser to serve Roland. Roland believed that a person like the Pearl of the Northern Region would never feel frustrated at such an arrangement which could give an impression that she had to start all over again to gain power and that she would surely understand his intentions. Although she left the chief¡¯s office, she earned a chance to be promoted without interference. So, it was very unusual for her to keep quiet on an occasion that fit her skills and interests, and let Barov control the topic. ¡­ Roland glanced at Edith, who looked relaxed as she enjoyed her Chaos Drink. It was as if Barov¡¯s imposing manner held no interest to her. ¡°What a strange woman,¡± he thought to himself. He shrugged and said to Scroll beside him, ¡°Show me today¡¯s meeting records.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Scroll said as she put down the quill and handed a notebook over. ¡°Here¡¯s all the records.¡± After three days of discussion, they had come up with a mutual conclusion to the information Roland had received. Hill Fawkes, who had sent back the secret messages, had placed the three pieces of news in order according to their importance. That meant the enemy harassing the Eastern Region required the most concern and the thing about Otto in custody was less important. Given that, the meeting members believed that the eldest son of Luoxi Family was not, for the moment, in mortal danger. Appen Moya, who was new to his throne, still needed the support of the three big families. Even though Appen Moya wanted to replace the Luoxi Family, he needed time, and they thought he would need at least a year or two. Otto might suffer in the prison, but he would survive. The news Roland got about the volatile situation in the Holy City was confirmed by the report from the garrison in the Northern Region, so the meeting members thought it must have been true. Now even the City of Glow started to stir, they thought that Moya family might also be aiming at the church. The Moya hated the church, and they were eager for the large amount of wealth in Hermes that the church had collected and saved for centuries. As for the harassment, the meeting members thought it might refer to secretly provoking and supporting the rebels. Other than that, the things the enemy could do, that was practical, was very little. No one believed that Appen would dare to march his army upon Graycastle, for defeat was nearly guarenteed. But the rebellion truly happened within the domain of Graycastle, which meant it could not be ignored. No matter how weak the rebels were, their action would cause damage to the kingdom, so it was reasonable for Hill to regard this piece of news as the most important. Chapter 847 Chapter 847: Now Is the Time Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Both factions agreed to recover the Eastern Region and destroy the church, which had been incorporated into the plan in the previous meetings. The only thing still in dispute was when to retaliate against the Kingdom of Dawn. Roland had made his diplomatic posture very clear to his men, so this time no one tried to compromise on this matter or sweep the problem under the rug. But the officials of the City Hall still wished to negotiate with the Dawn Crown after Roland¡¯s enthronement, for they believed that at that time King Roland would be more rightful to stand out for Greycastle, and meanwhile they kept the choice of using force when it was needed. Apparently, they had been persuaded and tempted by the meeting held in the Months of Demons aiming at the future, so they were so eager to support Prince Roland to take the throne officially and become the veritable King of Graycastle. They also wanted to ascend from the local officials to the ministers of a real kingdom. Lots of men and resources would be required to invade deep into the Kingdom of Dawn, which would doubtlessly affect the enthronement. No king would send out his elite men and hastily hold the ceremony of coronation at the same time. That was disgraceful either to the king or his people. Of course, it was Roland who had the final say. In the past three days, he had been watching the discussion without showing any obvious preference which was a sharp contrast to the unyielding attitude he had shown in the letter he had sent to Appen. But thanks to his silence, the attendants finally got a chance to have as many arguments as they wanted. Roland did not change his original intention but was biding his time. He was waiting for an opportunity to profit the most while paying the smallest price. By nightfall, there came someone who knocked on Roland¡¯s door. He let out a slight sigh of relief as he saw the visitor was Andrea. Finally, she came. Had she not taken the initiative, Roland would have gone to visit her sooner or later though he was sure that it was not a good choice and he might not be able to achieve anything by doing so. ¡°Here, have a dried fish,¡± Nightingale said as she showed up and gave a piece of honey fish to Andrea, who might be the only witch who could get a share of snacks from Nightingale with the exception of Wendy. Was it because of the bond among nobles? ¡°Thank you,¡± Andrea, who did not seem in the mood for snacks, said as she took the snack and pocketed it. She put her hand on her chest and saluted Roland, ¡°Your Majesty, I¡­¡± She paused, finding the words. ¡°You want me to save your childhood friend, Otto Luoxi, don¡¯t you?¡± Roland spoke out Andrea¡¯s thoughts. He could not allow Andrea to hesitate any longer. If she changed her mind, the three days Roland had spent waiting would be in vain. Roland also roughly guessed why Andrea could not make up her mind. He was certain that Otto was the one who fell in love with Andrea, who, on the contrary, only just took him as her friend. That was why she did not know how to make her request. To save Otto because he was her childhood playmate? After so many years, Andrea no longer missed her life in the Kingdom of Dawn because of what her father, Earl Quinn, had done to her. Her father did not protect her after he knew she was a witch. Instead, he used an accident to create a fake death for her. Of course, that was not something pleasant to remember. When Otto visited Neverwinter last winter, Andrea had clearly made known her attitude that she wished not to be involved in her life in the Kingdom of Dawn. She now came to Roland just because of her kindness and her wish to offer some help. ¡°Yes¡­¡± She drew a deep breath and nodded slowly. ¡°But as you¡¯ve heard in the meeting. At least over 3,000 men are needed to make Appen yield plus the men that were required to attack the Holy City. The total number will reach about 5,000, which accounts for 80 percent of the First Army.¡± Regardless of the argument, the City Hall and Adviser Departments finalized a rough plan. There was no river connecting Graycastle and the other two pieces of land, Hermes Plateau and the Kingdom of Dawn. Under such circumstances, they had to rely on carts and men to transport supplies which significantly increased the number of the men engaged in the logistics team. In addition, 20 percent of the First Army must be left to garrison every region of the kingdom so they had to leave for the next battlefield right after they won the first battle. The First Army did not even have extra men to take care of the land they had just conquered. By taking every aspect into account, it turned out that they would be busy all around without making a profit or even worse. ¡°I just counted the manpower. If you put in the materials¡­ all kinds of cost, like the money for horses, carts, food¡­¡± Watching Andrea becoming more embarrassed, Roland attempted to illustrate more facts to make her suffer, but all of a sudden, he paused. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± The blonde witch in front of him was slightly surprised. Roland¡¯s abrupt stop was not because he noticed something wrong, but because Nightingale had pinched him hard on his back and then whispered to him in a voice that no one else could hear, ¡°Stop pushing her. Can¡¯t you just say what you mean.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ I¡¯m alright.¡± Roland coughed. ¡°That¡¯s the situation now, but we can turn the tables with some effort. It just depends on the three families and to what extent, they are willing to cooperate.¡± ¡°The three¡­ families?¡± ¡°It¡¯s obvious that the new king no longer trusts them. Our action may succeed in saving Otto, but our direct interference will break the relationship between the Moya royalties and Luoxi Family. Even if Appen is overthrown, how could the next king forget this?¡± Roland touched his chin and went on, ¡°Now I¡¯ve got strong demons to fight against, so I can¡¯t put too much concentration and men into our neighbor country. The future of the Kingdom of Dawn depends on the three families.¡± Andrea seemed to realize something. She said, ¡°Please go on.¡± ¡°We need someone to replace the Moya royalty,¡± Roland said word by word. Andrea was quiet for a moment, and then she said, ¡°I see. Do you have a plan?¡± She was a true highborn girl, who could keep calm even in the face of scheming to overthrow a regime. That made the next talk so much easier. Roland went straight to the point and asked, ¡°Are you interested in being the Queen of the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Andrea¡¯s face finally changed. The question indeed took her by surprise, ¡°No¡­ I don¡¯t want to leave¡­¡± ¡°Why not?¡± She bit her lip and said, ¡°No reason¡­I¡¯m just not interested.¡± That was something Roland had not expected, not her answer of not wanting to be the Queen of Dawn, but her expression. She was clearly swayed by the considerations of gain and loss, which was something rarely seen with Andrea, whose manner was usually so elegant. Was there something more precious to her than being a queen? Roland sipped his tea, his face emotionless. Luckily, he had a second plan. ¡°How about your father? Is he interested? Will he stand out?¡± The Quinn Family was his best choice. In addition to its superior strength among the three families, Andrea, who was loved by Otto and Oro, also played a key role. To some extent, she could speak for the three families. The people that graduated from Neverwinter¡¯s current education system were not enough to run Graycastle, so there was no way for Roland to put men in place to fully control the Kingdom of Dawn. It would be easier to support a regime that was friendly to Graycastle and if Andrea gave her approval of the plan, he would be able to get the neighbor¡¯s resources at a low price. ¡°Of course, the other two families will also benefit. In fact, the coup will make every participant win, and more than that, the threat that hangs over your heads will be completely lifted,¡± Roland said slowly. ¡°In this way, Neverwinter will save the trouble of marching army and investing coins, and all I need to do was to assist the Quinn Family in taking the throne.¡± Andrea did not hesitate for long this time. After a moment of thought, she gave her promise. ¡°I think¡­ my father will agree.¡± She paused and corrected herself, ¡°No, he¡¯ll definitely agree.¡± When Andrea gave those words, Roland knew that she had fully understood what he meant. Now was the time. ¡°Neverwinter will soon take action. Don¡¯t worry¡­ Otto Luoxi won¡¯t be detained for too long.¡± Chapter 848 Chapter 848: Mission Pure Witch Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°I¡¯d thought you wanted to be the King of Dawn yourself.¡± Nightingale twisted her lips and spoke after Andrea had departed. ¡°Turns out you weren¡¯t joking about making her the monarch.¡± ¡°I knew you would figure it out soon.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°As for myself¡­¡± Several explanations had run through his head, including the lack of able personnel, Andrea¡¯s communicative abilities, as well as the constraints on time and resource. Instead, he settled for a simple line. ¡°I¡¯m just not capable enough.¡± ¡°Really¡­¡± Nightingale patted him on the shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m sure you can count on Andrea. You can¡¯t go wrong with the Quinn family.¡± ¡°These two certainly appreciate each other a lot.¡± Roland began to laugh within. However, as Nightingale had been a dependant of a family in the past, her political foresight was a level below his own. He personally believed that family background was not a factor, as long as Andrea was not blindly devoted to it. He was certain that she, like most people, would gladly accept and cherish a glorious opportunity like this which did not come at much cost. But he kept these thoughts to himself, for it was much too adorable to see Nightingale speak nonsense in the most serious of manners. Just at this moment, someone knocked on the office door. ¡°Come in.¡± The door creaked open, and the person standing outside turned out to be Isabella. Roland had not expected this. The latter was not a member of the Witch Union and hence could not access the Castle District under normal circumstances. However, once he saw Agatha¡¯s figure behind her, he understood how she was able to get through. ¡°Your Majesty.¡± The Pure Witch, formerly of the Church, bowed and quickly got to the point. ¡°I¡¯ve heard from Agatha that the Church of Hermes is on the brink of collapse, is that so?¡± If it was not for the mildly grim look on her face, Roland might even have mistaken that she was here to plead on behalf of her former overseers. ¡°That¡¯s what the intelligence says, but we¡¯re still finding out the specific details.¡± Roland was puzzled as to why the Ice Witch had revealed this information to the latter, but instead of denying the matter outright, he replied as vaguely as he could. ¡°Refugees from the Church have begun to appear in Coldwind Ridge and the western part of Kingdom of Dawn. They¡¯ve testified that the most popular cathedral in the Holy City has collapsed overnight.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I hope that you can send troops to Hermes as quickly as possible.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you remember what I¡¯d mentioned? The millions of Berserk Pills there.¡± Isabella replied in a disgruntled voice. ¡°There¡¯s bound to be some people who now know where they¡¯re stored¡­ if word gets out, your plans will be disrupted.¡± She paused before continuing, ¡°This stuff will be highly useful for the Battle of Divine Will. Best if you can collect and transport all of it back to Neverwinter.¡± It was only now that Roland remembered the latter had mentioned this in the intelligence she had provided. It seemed that Zero¡¯s plan was to unite all of Mankind in a life-and-death battle against the Army of Demons, and her trump card was indeed to be these Berserk Pills. As he was personally contemptuous of these drugs, he had almost forgotten about the matter. However, the situation had changed greatly. Isabella was right; if someone distributed the pills, such that they fell into the hands of nobles from Graycastle, the Kingdom of Dawn, or worse, the rats of Black Street, there would be considerable trouble. Perhaps, they would still not be able to take on a fully-equipped army, but individual officials and regional governments would certainly be under threat. ¡°Where are the pills stored?¡± He glanced at Isabella. ¡°They¡¯re separately stored in hidden warehouses all over the Hermes Plateau. It¡¯s hard to explain where they are exactly.¡± The latter hesitated for a moment before she continued, ¡°If Your Majesty trusts me, allow me to follow the army there. I was once the Pope¡¯s ordained executor, and with this identity, I may be able to slow down the internal collapse. Otherwise, the army will find it difficult to stem the flow of refugees.¡± ¡°But who¡¯ll know if you use your identity to do other things?¡± Nightingale interjected. ¡°Perhaps you¡¯ll secretly release those believers¡­ you have friends among them, haven¡¯t you?¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t lie to His Majesty,¡± Isabella refuted. ¡°Zero has already shown up who¡¯s the real God¡¯s pet. I¡¯ve no need to do such useless things. If necessary, the army can lay a trap for me to lead the believers into and kill them off. That¡¯s another way of maintaining order, aside from making use of my identity, as I mentioned.¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Nightingale rasped and spat out a mouthful. ¡°I guess that¡¯s something a Pure Witch would think of.¡± Roland felt somewhat disconcerted. It was not often that Nightingale would be at a loss for words, which was a sign that the latter was being serious about her suggestion. Though she had committed her full allegiance to him the other day, this was done on the basis of fighting the demons. Unlike most other witches, she had been educated and trained as a Pure Witch, which meant she had long been taught that the lives of normal people were unimportant as long as she could accomplish her objectives. After pondering for a short while, Roland slowly opened his mouth and spoke. ¡°I¡¯ll allow you to travel with the First Army, but you shan¡¯t intervene in any battle. All you have to do is to find the pills and destroy them on the spot.¡± ¡°Your Majesty.¡± Her brows visibly furrowed. ¡°These drugs may overwork the body, but when it comes to a life-and-death battle¡­¡± ¡°Say no more.¡± Roland cut her short. ¡°And speaking of maintaining order, I¡¯ve another task for you.¡± Isabella immediately lowered her head and responded, ¡°As Your Majesty commands.¡± ¡°There should still be a few cloisters left in the old Holy City, right?¡± ¡°Yes, but there are no witches left.¡± After some contemplation, she amended her words. ¡°Perhaps a few Awakened Witches may have appeared during the last Months of Demons, but there¡¯s only a slim chance that they¡¯re still alive.¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t matter. Free the orphans, take care of them, and bring them back to Western Region.¡± Isabella was taken aback. ¡°All of them?¡± ¡°Yes. You shall be in charge.¡± Roland nodded. Supposing that Pure Witches truly disregarded the lives of others in order to complete their missions, Roland wanted to see what Isabella would do when her task was to save lives. Though he might not be able to change what she had done in the past, he hoped that she would be able to rectify her ways. ¡°This task has its purpose, which I must thank you very much for reminding me about. That is, if the upper hierarchy loses the ability to maintain order, the cloisters are likely to turn into living hells. Right now, Neverwinter requires a large amount of labor, and there¡¯ll also be jobs for women. I¡¯d heard that the church had started basic education for the orphans, no? I¡¯m sure they¡¯re all of excellent potential, and shouldn¡¯t be left to starve to death behind those high walls. I want you to bring all of them here without exception.¡± Isabella remained silent for a long while before she noted, ¡°That¡¯ll require a lot of food.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll have people to prepare all the food that¡¯s required.¡± An intricate expression appeared in her eyes. Roland had seen it before on the day she was pardoned, her chains were removed, and she was granted ¡°limited freedom¡± status. If her thoughts could be heard, they would certainly comprise of a loud ¡°Why?¡±. She slowly bent her waist and bowed. ¡°As Your Majesty commands.¡± Chapter 849 Chapter 849: The King¡¯s Orders Translator: TransN Editor: Meh When Edith returned to her abode, she took off her coat and casually tossed it on the hanger at the door. She could not help taking in a deep breath of the rich fragrance which pervaded from the living room, and her dry mouth welled up with saliva at once. She had not felt any hungry during the meeting at the Ministry of Defense, but she now realized that her stomach was growling terribly. ¡°Why so late today?¡¯ Cole¡¯s voice was heard before he stuck his head out from behind a doorframe, visibly holding a spoon in his hand. ¡°The war will start anytime now, and naturally, the Ministry of Defense has more work to do. In particular, the circumstances of the Kingdom of Dawn are making things more complicated.¡± She took off her leather boots and replaced them with a soft pair of socks before she entered the living room. ¡°If I return late next time, you should go ahead with dinner.¡± ¡°Nah, I¡¯m fine with this.¡± Cole twitched his lips. ¡°But, isn¡¯t it that His Majesty has yet to decide what to do regarding the King of Dawn? If he employs the strategy offered by Barov¡¯s side, won¡¯t the plans you¡¯re making now be a complete waste?¡¯ ¡°Do you really think he doesn¡¯t have his own ideas?¡± Edith patted her younger brother on the head as she walked past him. ¡°Roland Wimbledon isn¡¯t the sort of king who blindly goes by his subordinates¡¯ ideas.¡± ¡°What¡¯ve you found out this time?¡± Cole put on a curious look. ¡°I can tell you, but then I may have to kill you.¡± She swept a glance at him which caused him to quiver and not speak another word. On the dining table were placed two dishes and a soup, all of which the main ingredient was Neverwinter¡¯s specialty ¨C Bird Beak Mushrooms. Recently, either because there was a growing number of hunters who gathered these mushrooms, or because a new source had been discovered, a large supply of mushrooms which were exceptionally fresh, delicious and juicy was being sold in the Convenience Market, and at a lower price than before. As such, the sale of these mushrooms was on the verge of surpassing that of meat products. It was a pity that the plump feature of the mushrooms was difficult to preserve for long, or otherwise they would sell excellently outside of the Western Region as well. Edith placed a grilled mushroom in her mouth. The slightly burnt flavor of the mushroom cap blended together perfectly with the melted butter, and after a satisfying crisp sound, she felt her entire mouth filled with mushroom juice, causing her to croon in delight. She realized she had belittled her dear younger brother all this time. Although he was not good with the sword and possessed an indecisive character, his talent for learning was far greater than what she had expected. Take cooking for instance ¨C he had learned how to prepare these mushrooms simply by eating them once or twice at banquets organized by His Majesty, yet the taste was almost identical. This would not be possible without an ingenious mind. It also applied to his clerical work at the City Hall. He had been on the job for merely a few months, but had already served as the official scribe at important meetings held at the Lord¡¯s castle. This speed of promotion far exceeded that of people of the same age group as him. Even the bunch of young nobles from the Northern Region, who considered themselves to be peerless in their excellence, might not have been able to do better than him. Of course, what Edith appreciated most was that he always listened to and obeyed what she said. As she thought about this, she felt the dinner taste more delicious than ever. After all, the greater the ability of the people under her charge, the easier it would be for her to get certain things done. ¡°Sis¡­¡± Halfway through the meal, Cole could not resist speaking up once again. ¡°Why have you stayed silent for the past few meetings?¡± ¡°Uh?¡± She placed her spoon down and visibly raised her eyebrows. ¡°The questions which His Majesty asked were all within the realm of your expertise, no? Since you were able to read his intentions, why didn¡¯t you speak up for him?¡± Cole grouched. ¡°Did you not see the way Barov was looking at you¡­ he was nearly bursting with delight.¡± ¡°This is also a secret. According to conventional practice¡­¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± He lowered his head and revealed a distressed look. After much hesitation, he shook his head abjectly as if to suppress his inner curiosity. ¡°But, on account of this delicious dinner, I¡¯ll take it that you¡¯ve paid up.¡± Edith began to smile slightly. ¡°How much do you know about Andrea of the Witch Union?¡± ¡°Andrea?¡± Cole thought for a short while. ¡°Her name has never appeared on any scheduled plan, and her ability is meh¡­¡± ¡°Her ability is irrelevant.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region snapped. ¡°It¡¯s normal that you don¡¯t know much about her. She¡¯s a combat witch, and rarely shows up in public. Only a few people know of her background. From what I¡¯ve gathered, she¡¯s a noble from the Kingdom of Dawn, and her family¡¯s a highly honorable one. She¡¯s also an old friend of Otto Luoxi. You can more or less infer the rest of the secret from these details.¡± Subsequently, she provided a simple outline of her own speculation. ¡°Do you now understand why I didn¡¯t speak up during the meetings? Had I revealed the favoritism involved, some things that could be achieved would no longer be possible. His Majesty might even have held me responsible!¡± Cole¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°How did you know all this?¡± ¡°Did you really believe I offered to go to the Great Snow Mountain simply to back up what I¡¯d said, that ¡®only people who¡¯ve served on the front line should be eligible to become key officials?¡¯ That¡¯s only one of several reasons.¡± She shrugged her shoulders and continued, ¡°Had I not made this trip, it would be difficult to make close contact with the witches.¡± Cole strained his brows and contemplated for a long while. ¡°No, that¡¯s not right¡­ granted that the news you¡¯d heard was accurate, how could you be so certain that His Majesty would choose Andrea as a quick fix for the problems in the Kingdom of Dawn? There¡¯s absolutely no relation between these points! Couldn¡¯t he have made it a priority to recapture the kingdom and organize an ascension ceremony?¡± ¡°There¡¯s certainly no necessary relation. However, His Majesty¡¯s behavior during the meetings makes it hard for me to believe otherwise¡­¡± Edith responded assertively. ¡°During three days of meetings, he¡¯d glanced at Andrea a total of 17 times. She¡¯s neither a City Hall official, nor a key decision-maker, and as such, unless they¡¯re having an affair, this should be the secret plot.¡± ¡°You¡­ even noted this?¡± She raised her bowl of soup and reenacted her posture during the meetings. ¡°By sitting like this, I can observe His Majesty with the corners of my eyes. He certainly wouldn¡¯t expect that while he was watching Andrea, someone else was constantly observing him.¡± ¡°¡­¡±The younger brother puckered his lips into a peculiar expression and muttered something inaudible. ¡°What did you say?¡± Edith questioned icily. ¡°No, erm¡­ nothing much.¡± Cole hastily waved his hands in denial. ¡°But I would like to ask ¨C when you spoke to Andrea after one of the meetings, was it also because of this? What if your guess was wrong?¡± ¡°Oh?¡± She arched an eyebrow in amusement. ¡°You saw that?¡¯ ¡°I wanted to ask you what time you would return home that day. But¡­ you seemed to remain in front of her for only a very short while¡­¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t need to divulge all of the conjectures in my head. Because it¡¯s a matter of favoritism, all I had to do was to give her a gentle nudge on the back,¡± Edith calmly replied. ¡°I simply said to her, ¡®His Majesty is a very benevolent king, and besides, he has met Sir Otto briefly before. As long as you speak up, he¡¯ll almost certainly agree to save the latter.¡¯ This way, if my guess was correct, I would have served to help His Majesty, while if I was wrong¡­,¡± she paused briefly before finishing her sentence, ¡°Who actually cares if the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s nobles are dead or alive?¡± ¡­ The next day, the routine meeting lasted for only half its usual duration. Roland Wimbledon, who had been quiet for the past three days, figured that he had heard enough of the ministers¡¯ discussion, and therefore announced his decision at the start of the meeting ¨C in Neverwinter, the First Army would split up into two routes; the first route would be to enter Hermes Plateau through Coldwind Ridge, while the second would be to cut through the Eastern Region directly towards the border of the Kingdom of Dawn. The aim was for these two offensives to link up in the City of Glow by early autumn. After Roland had issued his decree, everyone at the meeting discontinued their arguments and acknowledged his orders in unison. Even Barov, who was the leader of a group which held a more conservative opinion, bowed in agreement as though he had not said what he did previously. The entire Western Region became busy in the blink of an eye. Chapter 850 Chapter 850: A Lone Wolf Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°One, two, three, four¡­¡± Lorgar dumped the gold royals out from her bag on the table and carefully counted them twice, her brows tightly knitted together. There were only 21 of them. In less than half a month, she had used up three-quarter of her savings. She was certain that if she continued to live this way, she would have to flee back to her home in disgrace, dumping all her pride and lofty aspirations into quicksand. The prices in a big city are so high, particularly in Evelyn¡¯s Complex Wine House! The drinks are outrageously expensive. It¡¯s like an open robbery. ¡°No¡­¡± Lorgar whimpered as she lowered her head in dejection, her ears dropping as well. She had to admit that the wine shop had never robbed her and she had willingly taken out her gold royals to buy the drinks. In fact, the shop owner had even expressed worries for her many times when she had spent lots of money there. The owner had also told her that after joining the Witch Union, she would have been able to get one bottle for free each month. However, what the owner said failed to register in her brain. I was defeated by my own desire. Or by my curiosity. But¡­ It¡¯s not my fault. Those Chaos Drinks are so enchanting. Even the morning dew of Arturo Oasis doesn¡¯t taste that good. Their amazing flavors are beyond description and each one of the colorful drinks is unique and tasty. Complex Wine House does deserve its reputation. If all the wine house¡¯ drinks had the same flavor, even if they were as tasty as the Three Gods¡¯ brew, Lorgar was confident that she could control herself. After all, she knew that drinking a proper amount of wine would do good to a warrior, but drinking too much would be destructive. However, Chaos Drinks were too unpredictable. She just couldn¡¯t wait to try another flavor and had unconsciously spent her money like running water. Feeling frustrated, Logar moved her head from side to side, rubbing her forehead against the cold table, trying to clear her head. No, I must stop indulging myself. She had been intrigued by the wine house in the city. She found that the place that sold horrendously expensive drinks also turned out to be a really good spot to broaden her horizon and collect information. Sitting anywhere inside the wine house, she could overhear conversations of merchants coming from all over the northern kingdoms. Unlike the traveling traders in the Southernmost Region, most merchants here were wealthy and able to give insightful comments on the things that the Wolf Girl had never heard before. She had benefited a lot from hearing these talks. She could also meet some of the witches here, through whom she could also learn some inside information about the Witch Union. Unfortunately, her remaining money could hardly support her plan to stay in the city to wait for those kinds of opportunities. She had to take action now. To overcome her desire for the drinks, she was going to find someone to fight and she had better leave the city to do so. This way, she would be able to stay away from Neverwinter¡¯s Complex Wine House and forget everything during combat. When the Wolf Girl closed her eyes, the sand road arose in her mind. Yes, that¡¯s it. This must be a challenge the Three Gods give me. She cheered up at the thought. She patted her own cheeks to refresh herself, put all the gold royals back in her bag, and started to pack her belongings. She had not wasted the entire half month in the Complex Wine House. Ashes had introduced her to her lifesaver, Miss Nana Pine, and now she knew that Nana, Lily and Leaf were the three witches who had a curing ability in Neverwinter. She was happy to find that they did not just serve the great chief. These three witches ran a hospital in the city and all the residents here could pay to get their treatments which were much cheaper than Chaos Drinks. Under such circumstances, the Wolf Girl was able to get medical care whenever she needed, even if she did not work for the great chief. This was better than what she had expected. Among the three witches, Ms. Nana had the strongest healing power, but it only worked directly on the patient. Fortunately, Lily and Leaf could create magic medicines, such as this bottle of gray powder in Lorgar¡¯s hand, which was called ¡°special medicine for metal-infected wounds¡±. It was made by Miss Leaf and could rapidly stop bleeding. Another bottle of liquid medicine named ¡°Cleansing Water¡± was produced by Lily. It looked like ordinary water from wells but was able to resist infections. Lorgar thought its effect did match its name. When a warrior¡¯s wound was exposed, infection was even more fatal than blood loss and pain. This common knowledge made Lorgar quickly recognize the value of this potion. If it did not have a shelf life, she would definitely buy all the purification potion she could find. She could buy both of these medicines at the hospital. Given their effects, she thought their prices were not high at all. They were undoubtedly the best safeguard for any warrior who wanted to challenge their limits and fight strong opponents. She was confident that she could defeat any strong enemy as long as she could use these medicines properly. The other things in her plan had not gone as smooth. Firstly, all the tricks she had prepared to explore the northern kingdom had turned out to be useless since Neverwinter had no ¡°Rats Association¡± that the traveling traders had mentioned to her. Secondly, the residents here seemed to know nothing about demons. She had asked several dozens of people but had still failed to get any clue. Instead, she had aroused suspicion and even been followed by some men in black. By now, she had only known demons from Ashes¡¯ descriptions and a conversation she had overheard in Complex Wine House. They had once appeared in an abandoned city in the wilderness to the north of Neverwinter. According to her past experiences, she should not take initiative to attack an opponent whom she knew so a little about. However, she still urged herself to action, since she was eager to get rid of the Chaos Drinks¡¯ temptation and prove herself to the great chief. She thought that since this journey was a challenge, it would inevitably be filled with obstacles and setbacks. She was well prepared in her heart. ¡­ Outside the City of Neverwinter, she found an uninhabited dense forest. She took off her clothes and transformed into the big wolf, darting toward the north with her pack held in her mouth. She did not know the specific location of the abandoned city or when she would be able to meet a demon, but she had enough patience. As a Desert Wolf who had acute hearing and smell, she believed that she could easily live for a long time in this wilderness which was a dangerous place for an ordinary person. This ability had enabled her to discover and kill hidden enemies again and again back in the Southernmost Region. She was confident that she would be able to copy her success again. Stepping on the soil mixed with melting snow, she somehow felt that the Three Gods would lead her to meet the real enemy. She did not run very far before she heard a sudden whistling sound in the air. It sounded as if something was rapidly crackling through the air. She knew that someone was swooping down toward her! This familiar sound alerted the Wolf Girl. In the holy duel on the Burning Stage, the Four-winged Eagle had launched a surprise attack at her with this method. She had not been able to dodge such a quick blow at the time, but now she had enough experience to deal with it. As an excellent Mojin warrior, she would never allow herself to be hit twice by the same kind of attack. Lorgar balanced on one leg while turning her whole body to the side, planning to meet the coming attacker head on. She held the ground tightly with her sturdy hind legs, tensed her muscles, and opened her claws, ready to ferociously counterattack when the enemy landed. In the next moment, she saw a big monster hit the ground where she had been, splashing a lot of snow water into the air. Its wings were even broader than those of the Four-winged Eagle. When it landed, the ground seemed to tremble. Meanwhile, she heard it whine as if it was greatly surprised by the fact that it missed its target. ¡°Coo?¡± Chapter 851 Chapter 851: An Invitation from the Neverwinter Exploration Group Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Lorgar found that this wild, ugly flying monster who had hairless wings and terrifying strength sounded somewhat familiar. ¡°Wait, doesn¡¯t it sound like the white pigeon who¡¯s very close to Ashes?¡± The Wolf Girl thought. A fierce image of the bird she had imagined flashed across her mind again. ¡°Maggie?¡± The name slipped out of her mouth before she realized. ¡°The wolf can actually speak, coo!¡± The monster gave out a strange cry and hurriedly retreated many steps with its eyes widely open. Seeing this, the Wolf Girl froze in the place, unable to decide whether she should spring at it. She did not know why Maggie launched this sneak attack at her but still thought this incident was a good opportunity to challenge Maggie. However, the panicked monster¡¯s actions made her think that Maggie was the one being ambushed. ¡°It¡¯s a witch, idiot.¡± A crisp, immature voice suddenly came from the monster¡¯s head. ¡°Who¡¯re you? How do you know us? Lorgar looked up. She had to slightly narrow her eyes to look hard and found another witch floating in the air with the sun behind her. In the glaring sunshine, the Wolf Girl could only vaguely see her short blond hair flying in the wind and a weapon reflecting silver light in her hand. Lorgar was surprised that this little girl seemed to have a lot of fighting experience. This technique of using dazzling sunlight to hurt an opponent¡¯s eyes was not very easy to master. Knowing that these witches did not come to challenge her, Lorgar let herself relax. She liked challenges, but she did not want to pester her opponents. Besides, she still remembered what Ashes had said about Maggie, ¡°All the people who challenged her could not get rid of bad luck¡±. With this in mind, she decided to avoid this trouble when she was strengthening her fighting capacity alone. She dropped the pack that was in her mouth and transformed back into her human form. ¡°I¡¯m Lorgar Burnflame from the Desert. I came here with Ashes and Andrea. Ashes mentioned you on the way, Maggie.¡± ¡°Ah, I remember.¡± The big monster shrank in the blink of an eye and turned into a little girl whose height was only up to her waist but had long white hair almost touching the ground. ¡°I¡¯ve met her when I went to pick up Ashes. Coo!¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t Ashes tell you anything about me?¡± The blond little girl grumbled. ¡°You¡¯re¡­¡± ¡°Lightning, the greatest explorer in the Western Region, no, in the entire Kingdom of Graycastle!¡± With these words, she plunged down and landed in front of the Wolf Girl. ¡°You¡¯ve got to remember it!¡± ¡°Coo¡­ why did you take off your clothes?¡± Maggie curiously looked at the Wolf Girl¡¯s chest and then touched her own. ¡°Is that something you can conjure up? Coo!¡± Lightning gave Maggie a knock on the head. ¡°Stop staring at her. That¡¯s just individual differences.¡± Lorgar put on her coat. ¡°So why did you attack me?¡± Lightning stopped being so confident and seemed even a little embarrassed. ¡°I thought you were a mutated snowwolf. It¡¯s our job to keep watch on the northeast, eliminate wandering demonic beasts in the Barbarian Land, and bring fresh preys back to the castle.¡± ¡°And stealing birds¡¯ eggs from their nests, picking honeycombs, and roasting food in the wilderness!¡± ¡°Those aren¡¯t our work!¡± Lightning instantly interrupted Maggie. ¡°In short, there¡¯s almost no one in this area, plus the Months of Demons just ended, so¡­¡± ¡°I see.¡± Lorgar nodded. She accepted this explanation since she had repeatedly heard that the border regions of northern kingdoms would become very dangerous during Months of Demons every year. After the fight against the Four-winged Eagle, Ashes had also told her many things about hybrid demonic beasts. It was sensible that these witches up in the sky had mistaken the big Desert Wolf she had transformed into as a wolf demonic hybrid. ¡°What about you?¡± the little girl asked. ¡°This is the Barbarian Land. Many demonic beasts wander this place and something even more terrible may also hide here. What do you want to do out here alone?¡± ¡°Something more terrible¡­ Do you mean demons?¡± Lorgar calmly said. ¡°If so, I think I¡¯ve come to the right place.¡± ¡°You know about the demons? Coo.¡± ¡°I¡¯m looking for an abandoned city. I heard the demons have appeared there.¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°I want to hunt them.¡± Lightning was stunned for a moment and then looked at Lorgar with a strange facial expression as if she was trying hard to stop herself from laughing out. ¡°Who told you that?¡± ¡°Is there anything wrong?¡± Lorgar asked. ¡°Demons did appear in Tacqilla, but it was over 400 years ago.¡± Lightning grinned. ¡°Of course, they may return at any time. That¡¯s why we patrol this area. But if you really want to go to the abandoned city, you¡¯ll have to run for seven or eight days. More importantly, the Barbarian Land is too large. Once you head in a wrong direction, you¡¯ll never see the city. You have to know that this place is originally called the Fertile Plains and it¡¯s larger than the entire Kingdom of Graycastle¡­ no, even larger than the Four Kingdoms combined.¡± ¡°Really?¡± The Wolf Girl could not help but frown. She did not worry about the long distance since she had once traveled in the wilderness for two consecutive months to practice her fighting skills. She did not worry about the time either due to being a seasoned hunter. She had enough patience to wait for the demons. In fact, she really hoped to live in the wild for some time as she would never spend her gold royals unconsciously here. However, failing to find the abandoned city was totally unacceptable for her. ¡°Yes, but I admire your courage and adventurous spirit!¡± Lightning stood with her arms bent. ¡°You¡¯re brave enough to begin an exploration based on limited information. That means you¡¯ve got the potential to become a good explorer. I don¡¯t know why you refused to join the Witch Union, but you can join the Neverwinter Exploration Group. What do you think? Do you want to explore this continent wrapped in mist together with us?¡± ¡°And to join our barbecue!¡± Maggie cheerfully raised her hands. ¡°No, thanks.¡± Lorgar could not help but sigh in her heart, feeling that things had deviated from her expectations. For example, Maggie who looked as fierce as the Four-winged Eagle, turned out to be an immature little girl instead of a qualified warrior. Lorgar came here to challenge her own limits and climb the peak of fighting skills, not to play with some child. She decided to search for the city on her own and considered this as another challenge arranged by the Three Gods. When she was about to leave, Lightning stopped her. ¡°Wait. I¡¯ll take you to the Taquila ruins¡­if you join the Neverwinter Exploration Group.¡± ¡°Have you been there?¡± Lorgar¡¯s ears erected at once. ¡°Of course, we¡¯re the only ones who¡¯ve touched its city wall in over 400 years,¡± Lightning proudly announced, ¡°and I know much about demons and have even fought a very powerful Senior Demon. This will be unique information for you. Think about it.¡± Chapter 852 Chapter 852: A Like-minded Friend Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡­ When the sun was setting, the shadow of the Impassable Mountain Range started to grow gradually and it seemed as if the mountain range itself was growing constantly. In the end, the shadow together with the sky mixed in darkness which engulfed the predominantly brown land that was dotted with some green areas. This was the first time that Lorgar saw such a scene. When flying in the sky, a huge monster like Maggie could only cast a small shadow on the ground. The darkness seemed to approach slowly, but they just could not get rid of it no matter how fast they flew. The pure vastness of the Barbarian Land filled her with awe. Lightning moved closer and whistled. ¡°Let¡¯s go down. We¡¯re here.¡± ¡°Ow!¡± When the beast was going down, the Wolf Girl on its back felt as if she was about to float up in mid-air. This feeling frightened her. She could not help but firmly grasp the beast¡¯s skin. Before long, the three witches successfully landed on a hillside. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°Our Exploration Group¡¯s secret base.¡± Lightning waved at Lorgar. ¡°Come with me.¡± The little girl suddenly disappeared behind a big tree stump. The Wolf Girl came up and found that the stump turned out to be hollow. It had a small door facing the steep slope and behind the door, she was surprised to see that there was a pile of firewood and some simple stone chairs inside. ¡°It¡¯ll take two days to fly to Taquila. We¡¯ll spend the night here and continue our journey early tomorrow morning.¡± Lightning opened the window opposite to the door to let the air flow. Most of the decaying smell inside the stump instantly disappeared. ¡°Now it¡¯s our barbecue time. Wait to try my yummy toast.¡± ¡°Did you¡­ build this place?¡± Lorgar curiously looked around. She had accepted Lightning¡¯s invitation and joined the so-called Neverwinter Exploration Group because the little girl had promised to bring her to the abandoned city and to provide her further information about demons, which precisely peeked her curiosity. After all, the Wolf Girl believed that the more she knew about her opponents, the easier it would be to defeat them. She had to force herself to leave the city knowing little about demons and the wilderness, but now as she finally met a reliable source of intelligence, she decided to make some ¡°sacrifices¡± to keep it. She felt it was not a big deal to spend some time playing with these two little girls. ¡°I didn¡¯t build it. I just found a place created by nature.¡± Lightning quickly made a fire, lighting up the room inside the stump. ¡°It was eaten hollow by some worms and the upper part of it collapsed during a storm. Its branches and leaves happened to form a natural roof. As for the window and door, they were cut out by Maggie. We¡¯ve many bases like this in the Barbarian Land. An observant explorer is always able to spot a shelter in the wild.¡± Upon hearing her reply, Lorgor felt this little girl was quite trustworthy. In the flickering firelight, she noticed that there were bolts behind the shabby door and window that could be locked to ensure safety. She also saw that a part of the roof above the open fireplace could be opened for venting smoke and this outlet could obviously act as a double for an escape hatch in the event of an emergency. All the firewood was shelved in higher places to avoid being soaked in water and two ditches were dug out in the ground to ensure good drainage. Although there was a decaying smell in the room, it was not humid. She noticed many other similar details in this room and it did not seem like these arrangements were made by a little child. She started to doubt whether she had underestimated this exploration group. Maggie took out some jerky from her backpack and cooked it over the bonfire while humming a tuneless melody. Lightning picked out many condiment cans which had been wrapped around her waist and evenly sprinkled them on the surface of the jerky. The smooth cooperation between them suggested that this was not their first time to do such a thing together. Soon, a tempting scent spread throughout the stump. ¡°Try it.¡± Lightning handed some roast meat to Lorgar. Lorgar grabbed it and, after a little hesitation, slowly put it into her mouth. Extremely rich layers of flavor immediately filled her mouth. It was warm and oily, and fresh and salty because of the spices being used. The meat was tender inside and it had a crispy crust. It was hard for the Wolf Girl to believe that something cooked in the wild could be as delicious as the food in the finest feast of the Iron Sand City. She could not help but happily wag her tail and then breathed out the aroma lingering in her throat. ¡°So¡­So yummy¡­¡± ¡°Of course, it¡¯s not common meat, coo!¡± said Maggie proudly. ¡°It¡¯s the meat of a giant lake frog in the Icespring of the Great Snow Mountain. I made a huge effort to catch it! Each of its legs is the size of Lightning. It¡¯s so big that we can only preserve it and eat it slowly.¡± The Wolf Girl was stunned. ¡°Lake frog? What¡¯s that? Is it really edible?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We explorers exist to explore unknown secrets and different food is one of them,¡± said the little girl, as if she had seen through Lorgar¡¯s mind. The Wolf Girl bit her lips but failed to close her mouth in the end. She closed her eyes and swallowed the remaining meat. After enjoying the aftertaste in her mouth, she looked at Lightning and asked, ¡°Are there only two members of this Neverwinter Exploration Group?¡± ¡°Currently, there are three,¡± the little girl corrected. ¡°What about the other witches in the Witch Union? Why do you want me to join this group?¡± After thinking, Princess Lorgar still chose to be blunt. ¡°I came to the Western Region to challenge strong opponents and improve my skills. Exploring the unknown doesn¡¯t intrigue me¡­¡± Lightning fell silent for a while, which was rare for her. ¡°That¡¯s because the other witches seldom leave Neverwinter. Even if some of them want to do so, few of them would like to wander in the wild. As compared to exploration, they¡¯ve more important things to do¡­ such as staying in factories to produce machines. My father said that one person alone could hardly complete a real adventure so I¡¯ve got to build my own team to become a great explorer. You¡¯re the only witch we¡¯ve met in the Barbarian Land.¡± Lorgar suddenly realized that this little girl was serious about the exploration group. This was not just a passing fancy for her but a dream she cherished. Judging from her lonely tone, the Wolf Girl could tell that most people just considered Lightning¡¯s plan as a childish game instead of something serious. This was similar to what she had thought in the first place. For a moment, Lorgar saw herself in this little girl. Before she had won all those challenges and become a real warrior, few people had been able to understand her passion and dedication toward fighting since, even in the Iron Sand City, female warriors were rare. With this thought in mind, the Wolf Girl slightly sighed and pretended to be casual. ¡°Since I¡¯m a member of the exploration group now, what should I do next?¡± Hearing this, Lightning¡¯s eyes lit up. She fished out a parchment map in her pocket and gave it to Lorgar. ¡°The areas that we¡¯ve not yet explored are all marked on this map. If you happen to step into these areas, please draw the things you discover on this map, such as bird¡¯s nests, honeycombs, wolf caves, etc. Anything will do.¡± ¡°But you can¡¯t enjoy them alone, which is the most important rule of our exploration group. You¡¯ve got to wait until we come back and we¡¯ll eat them together!¡± interrupted Maggie. Lorgar opened the map and saw many bizarre drawings on it, with quite a few notes. For example, two chicken drumsticks and four eggs were drawn in a spot named eagle nest. Seeing this, the Wolf Girl did not know whether to laugh or cry. Why do I feel that I¡¯ve been deceived? She put the map away. ¡°Ahem¡­ well, I got it, but what do you mean by ¡®come back¡¯¡­ Are you leaving for Neverwinter?¡± ¡°His Majesty Roland is about to send troops to the Eastern Region and Hermes. At that time, we¡¯ll probably leave with the First Army. It¡¯ll take at least a few months before we come back. After all, His Majesty has to depend on us if he wants to investigate the enemy¡¯s situation or carry out shooting corrections for the cannons.¡± Lightning patted her chest. ¡°When we¡¯re away, you¡¯ll be in charge of the exploration job in the Barbarian Land.¡± Chapter 853 Chapter 853: Preparing for the Battle Translator: TransN Editor: Meh After a night¡¯s sleep, the three witches set out on their journey again. After a half-day flight, Lorgar finally saw the ¡°Abandoned City¡±. She could not help but hold her breath. The city was much larger than she had imagined! She saw a vast expanse of green land below and some damaged brown walls standing down there. Lightning had told her this city had been abandoned over 400 years ago, but even now, Lorgar could still discern the incomplete sections of the city walls. She found that the ruins of this city covered an area that was five or six times larger than Iron Sand City and was big enough for over 100,000 people to live in. Looking at its fragmented wreckage, she could still sense its greatness. Based on the rule that each person in the city needed to be supported by 10 people in the surrounding towns and villages, she was surprised to find that there might have been nearly 1,000,000 people living in this wild land. This is incredible! How did a kingdom that built such a large city lose to the demons in the end? Lorgar suddenly recalled what His Majesty had told her. ¡°The Battle of Divine Will isn¡¯t a clash between two tribes, but a comprehensive war that determines which civilization can survive.¡± At the time, she had been irritated hearing it, but now she somehow understood. At this moment, she now believed that the king had not been trying to intimidate her when he had said ¡°I don¡¯t want to send you to die.¡± All of a sudden, she felt much better. When Lightning gestured, they started to lower their height. In the end, they landed on a relatively complete section of the city wall. The top of the wall, though damaged, was still as wide as 20 plus steps which was wide enough for two four-wheeled carriages to travel side by side. In the walls covered by moss and vines, they saw a few round holes and wondered how much force was required to create such damage to these huge stone walls. The little girl came over and said, ¡°You may know this already, but this city was the last line of defense for the witch empire. Unfortunately, they failed to resist the demons¡¯ attack in the end.¡± Does this mean that the over 400-year-old witches mentioned by Ashes are actually survivors of this witch empire? Did the Four Kingdoms and the church that treated the witches as heretics all rise after the failure of those witches? The Wolf Girl suppressed these questions since she believed that the ones who knew the story must have been deliberately blocking this information. She had never heard anything related to it from the traveling traders and even the residents of Neverwinter seemed to know nothing about it. She thought she had better not get to the bottom of it as she was not a member of the Witch Union. She opened the map Lightning had given her yesterday. ¡°Is Taquila located on the edge of your patrol area? If demons want to attack Neverwinter, which direction will they usually come from?¡± ¡°They¡¯ll come from anywhere to the west of the ruins, but it¡¯s extremely dangerous for us to go that deep into the Barbarian Land even though we can fly.¡± The Wolf Girl asked, ¡°Why?¡± Maggie replied, ¡°It¡¯s because of the mist. Sometimes even the sky will turn red.¡± ¡°What¡¯s¡­ that?¡± Lorgar frowned. ¡°It¡¯s a life-support thing for demons, just like the air we breathe.¡± Lightning looked to the northwest. ¡°Today¡¯s a nice day, so the sky looks blue. But if it¡¯s rainy or cloudy, especially when dark clouds gathering in the sky, we¡¯ll clearly see the red mist on the horizon when we¡¯re high up in the sky. This mist is toxic to witches. Even if we manage not to inhale any of it, we may still get badly hurt simply by touching it. Since we don¡¯t know how far it can reach, we seldom cross Taquila to go further west.¡± After that, the little girl outlined some weak points of demons. ¡°I see.¡± The Wolf Girls wiggled her ears. ¡°As long as I can pull out the pipes behind them, they¡¯ll become weak and vulnerable.¡± Lightning added, ¡°But it¡¯s not easy to do so. Just like the Senior Demon I told you about last night, it has almost no flaws in a fight. If you really meet the enemy, you¡¯d better retreat immediately and inform His Majesty, Roland.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I know how to deal with it properly.¡± Lorgar patted her own chest, full of fighting spirit. Demons are tough opponents, but that¡¯s what makes fighting stimulating and rewarding. Besides, being invincible as a group on the battlefield doesn¡¯t necessarily mean that they¡¯re strong as individuals. I can seize a chance to hunt a solitary demon and even if no demons appear on my journey, I can still fight the hybrid demonic beasts. She had already spotted several big demonic beasts when she was on Maggie¡¯s back flying up in the sky. She looked out at the uninhabited wildland, feeling excited about her journey again. The road she had dreamed about had become much clearer now. It extended further, with the sand replaced by green areas. She believed that she was going to stay here for a long time. ¡­ Every day, Roland had one or two meetings to attend since he had issued the order to go out to battle. From the battle plan to the logistics arrangements, everything needed his approval. He had enjoyed this tingling feeling of absolute power at first, but he soon got overwhelmed by the heavy workload as he got deeper into this preparation process. Now that Neverwinter managed more than just a city, a whole team had to work on plans that had previously been made by one person. After discussing such trivial matters everyday, Roland gradually came to understand and even sympathize with those ¡°brainless leaders¡± in the history, who did not like to deal with state affairs. Imagine that you have to listen to some people nagging about things that you neither remember nor understand every day. You would naturally get annoyed with it. Had Scroll not integrated and filtered the numbers in the reports for him, he would have also preferred to be a distant leader. After all, he had been just a mechanical engineer before traveling into this world. As compared to the complicated logistics arrangements, he paid more attention to the battle plan proposed by the Ministry of Defense. The First Army planned to concentrate all its fire on the Holy City of Hermes that was surrounded by tall and thick city walls. They made a plan based on their experience in the Great Snow Mountain and were going to prepare enough cannons and ammunition for this attack. It was a joint operation involving the First Army soldiers, witches and the Taquila survivors. Roland had to admit that the Pearl of the Northern Region was indeed talented. In the plan, she put forward the concept of collaborative operation, such as utilizing the abilities of the witches and Taquila survivors to launch surprise raids in all directions. She suggested that by doing so, Neverwinter troops could quickly disrupt the defensive formation of the enemy and could attack them from both the sky and the ground. Though many of her ideas were not yet prepared enough, they were certainly impressive ones to have in this era. Roland believed that it was a wise decision to put her in the Ministry of Defense. To successfully implement this plan, he had to make sure that the God¡¯s Punishment Witches of Taquila would willingly obey orders rather than doing whatever they wanted regardless of the commands. This was the first problem he needed to solve while everyone was busy preparing for the battle. The solution was very simple. For instance, he could invite all the survivors who were going to participate in the upcoming battle to enter his Dream World. Chapter 854 Chapter 854: An Unexpected Invitation in the Dream World Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡­ They say that practice makes perfect and Roland was inclined to agree. He was now very adept at getting into the Dream World. As long as he thought of something specific from the Dream World with his eyes closed, he could quickly activate the huge beam of light and then wake naturally up in the morning of that world. However, this time, he was woken up by cellphone¡¯s ringtone. Fortunately, this was not really sleeping and so he didn¡¯t really feel tired. He sprang up and picked up the phone on the bedside table. To his great surprise, it was Garcia. ¡°Hey, do you know what time is it?¡± ¡°It¡¯s 6:30 in the morning, which is not too early,¡± Garcia interrupted, ¡°and how do I know whether you¡¯ll have some other relative who suddenly came to visit?¡± The corner of his mouth twisted, knowing that she was still sore about being stood up by him last time. ¡°Uhm¡­ is there anything I can do for you? ¡°Didn¡¯t you always want to know what the Erosion is? The Association has set a time for new members to visit this afternoon. After you finish your breakfast, come to Room 0827.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you say it¡¯s in the afternoon?¡± ¡°You¡¯re not the only new member. It takes time for us to go join the other new members from the other districts.¡± She raised her voice. ¡°What? Are you going out with some relative again today?¡± ¡°Yes, and more than one,¡± he replied in his heart but did not dare to speak it out loud otherwise she would definitely come to stand in his doorway. More importantly, he was indeed very curious about the ¡°Erosion¡±, so he answered, ¡°Oh, I see, but I slept late last night, so¡­ you know, I don¡¯t smell very nice. Let me take a shower first. Sorry to keep you waiting.¡± ¡°¡­¡± She was silent, but he somehow still felt her contempt for him. ¡°Please be quick!¡± she shouted and then hung up the phone. Now he had to hurry up. He put on his clothes, walked into the living room, and found Zero busy frying eggs in the kitchen. She skillfully used the spatula in her hand, not looking like a junior high school girl at all. ¡°Good morning,¡± he said, ¡°I¡¯m going out now, but I¡¯ll be back very soon.¡± She revealed a suspicious expression. ¡°Uncle, are you going to do your morning exercise?¡± ¡°Well, yes¡­¡± he replied casually, ¡°by the way, there¡¯s a staff meeting in the afternoon. I may come home late today so don¡¯t wait for me to have dinner.¡± ¡°Got it,¡± the little girl pouted. Outside the apartment building, the street was bustling again. Wisps of steam were coming out of the rice noodle restaurants and fried bread sticks were sizzling in the work at the stall. There was also broadcast sounds and traders¡¯ peddling. It was late autumn and most people wore thick clothes, however, some elderly people, who wore only short-sleeved shirts and sweatpants, kept practicing in the morning. They were running as fast as young men around the apartment building. Roland walked into an alley not far from the apartment building and stopped in front of a closed shop. On the door, there was an eye-catching leasing advertisement with a big word ¡°rented¡± written on it. He took out a key and opened the side door. Inside the shop, more than 20 witches simultaneously knelt to him saying, ¡°Your Majesty!¡± For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to Neverwinter. Walking into this shop was like entering another world for him. ¡°Welcome to the Dreamland,¡± he nodded and said. ¡­ ¡°Do you mean to say that we have a special task today?¡± On the second floor of the shop, Phyllis, Faldi, Ling and Dawnen were waiting for him to give further orders. As the first batch of pioneers entering this Dreamland, they had known something about this world and would serve as guides for the rest of the Taquila survivors here. They could tell them how to enjoy the life here and could instruct them how to hunt Fallen Evils, which reduced the burden on Roland. This store was one of his rewards for the last hunting trip and he had hired an agent to rent this place. Compared to the warehouse before, it was much more spacious and private. He told them about the Martialist Association¡¯s invitation. ¡°According to Garcia, the association is planning to tell the new members the inside story. We¡¯ll be taken to the association¡¯s headquarters whose location has remained a secret so I want to take this chance to find out the base where they store the Force of Nature. I need your help.¡± ¡°Let my bug stay with you.¡± Faldi summoned her Magic Bug Nest and picked a bug. ¡°So I can know where you are all the time.¡± After he agreed, the witch placed the beetle on his collar. It quickly climbed into his long hair to hide. Though he could clearly feel a thing on his neck, he still looked the same from the outside. He suppressed the feeling of discomfort and turned his head to look at another two witches. ¡°Phyllis and Ling, please come with me. Do you remember how to take a taxi?¡± Phyllis nodded. ¡°Wave to stop a taxi and tell the driver to follow the car in the front. Then pay him when we arrive.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t chat with the taxi driver and no matter what he asks, we¡¯ll just remain silent.¡± Ling added, patting her chest, ¡°Rest assured, Your Majesty, we remember it clearly!¡± ¡°Good,¡± said Roland, ¡°when you arrive, let Ling try to sneak into the headquarters first. Although there¡¯s no God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation in this world, the Martialist Association may have some other methods to affect your magic power. If you can¡¯t break in, don¡¯t force yourselves. Your most important task is to keep yourselves hidden. Got it?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the three witches replied simultaneously. ¡°So¡­ Your Majesty, what about me?¡± Dawnen pointed to herself while eagerly looking at him. ¡°You stay here and take care of the other Taquila witches.¡± He took out ten 100£¤ bills from his wallet and gave them to her. ¡°Here¡¯s the money for takeouts, including breakfast, lunch and dinner. Let¡¯s postpone the entertainment plans until tomorrow. ¡± ¡°What¡­ But I¡¯m also very good at sneaking into places.¡± Dawnen was disappointed. ¡°That¡¯s why you have to stay here. If something unexpected happens, you¡¯re the only one who can lead the witches to leave this place without being noticed.¡± He patted her shoulder. ¡°Of course, if you successfully take care of everyone here today, I¡¯ll choose a day to take you to a movie theater.¡± ¡°I¡­ got it.¡± When she heard this special reward, she suddenly cheered up. ¡°Please leave it to me.¡± He had taught the four witches how to order take out food and all the quick learners had already mastered this skill. He believed that as long as Dawnen was here, they would be alright. Now he was well prepared for his trip to the headquarters of the Martialist Association. Chapter 855 Chapter 855: Power and Responsibility Translator: TransN Editor: Meh After making all the arrangements for the trip, Roland rushed back to the apartment building as fast as he could. Unfortunately, he underestimated Garcia¡¯s diligence. In the corridor, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall near Room 0825 while talking on the phone and watching the bustle downstairs. She wore a gray and white T-shirt, loose black pants, and ankle-high skate shoes, looking both youthful and full of energy. If he had never known her, he would have thought of her as a girl-next-door type of woman, a lively and cheerful character often seen on TV. Judging from her face, she was still a little angry but not cold and harsh as the Garcia he remembered. He could not deny that Princess Garcia Wimbledon, Queen of Clearwater, looked surprisingly good in this sports outfit. When he came close to the door of the room, she saw him. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ve got something else to do. I¡¯m hanging up and don¡¯t call me back if it¡¯s only to try to persuade me.¡± ¡°Is the Clover group calling you again about the demolition matter?¡± He pretended to be casual and asked. ¡°It has nothing to do with you.¡± She put away the phone, her expression skeptical. ¡°Where have you been? Didn¡¯t you say that you wanted to take a shower?¡± ¡°Do you know how many ways there are to get rid of an odor? One is cleaning, another one is covering it with a new odor.¡± He talked nonsense while keeping a straight face. ¡°The tenant, that little girl living with me, needed to use the bathroom. She didn¡¯t want to be late for school so I really couldn¡¯t fight with her. I thought I could get some sweat to cover my smell so I went running outside.¡± ¡°But, surprisingly, this body just doesn¡¯t sweat very much. Now I see why you martialists always look neat and clean. Well, this isn¡¯t important at all. Anyhow, I didn¡¯t sneak away. You see that I¡¯m standing right in front of you now, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Garcia stared at him for a long time before opening her mouth. ¡°I don¡¯t want to interfere with your private life, but it¡¯s not good to indulge yourself. More importantly¡­ it¡¯s also about education.¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland was stunned. ¡°I mean those girls who came out of your apartment¡­ Why can¡¯t you get things done somewhere else? Why do you have to bring them home? Have you already forgotten that there¡¯s a little girl in your home,¡± said Garcia, frowning, ¡± He almost choked upon hearing such words. He had deliberately arranged the Taquila witches to cut off their consciousness and get into the Dreamland once Zero had left for school, but he had never expected what the other residents would have thought about these women coming out of his home. Garcia had the complete wrong idea based on what she had seen. ¡°It¡¯s true that some martialists will become less decent when they become famous. In the face of money and fame, a man will easily lose himself, but don¡¯t forget that we¡¯re fighting for this world and always have to maintain a high morale. Overindulgence will only make your movements slow¡­¡± ¡°Ahem, I got it.¡± Feeling that she wanted to give him a moral education lecture, he immediately interrupted her. ¡°We can talk about this matter later. Could you please let me change my clothes first? I don¡¯t want to be late for our visit.¡± She closed her mouth in displeasure and glared at him. ¡°¡­Be quick.¡± ¡­ He dressed up by putting on his new suit. Under Zero¡¯s gaze, he put a fried egg into a sandwich bag to eat as breakfast and walked out of the apartment. ¡°You¡­¡± At the door, Garcia blinked at him. ¡°It¡¯s my first time visiting the headquarters and I thought that I should dress formally.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°I¡¯m a new member of the association and casual clothing seems disrespectful for such an occasion. What do you think?¡± ¡°Hah¡­ whatever you want.¡± She shook her head. ¡°But to my surprise, you look¡­ quite good in this suit.¡± ¡°Of course, you get what you pay for. This trim custom-made suit cost me a lot of my ¡®robbery income¡¯. After all, the clothes make the man. An ordinary-looking man would look great immediately after dressing up and, as an added benefit, I¡¯m slim and have nice long gray hair. Back in the world where I lived before, people would believe that I¡¯m an elf prince,¡± he thought to himself. They went downstairs together and waited outside the residential area. A large bus soon came to fetch them. He noticed that it did not have a number plate and all its windows were covered by black curtains. He could not see anything inside it. ¡°Get on the bus,¡± Garcia whispered. He somehow felt that she looked much more serious now. When he stepped onto the bus, he pretended to casually look back at the street side. He saw that Phyllis had already stopped a taxi. When the door was closed, he found that it was surprisingly bright inside. All the lights along the aisle were turned on and quite a few people were sitting on the bus. Most of them were dressed in various styles and looked like a group of performance artists. Only a few seemed like normal people, but they all were engrossed in their own affairs instead of greeting Garcia. He soon noticed that some guys, who obviously harbored ulterior motives, had fixed their eyes on him since he had gotten on the bus. Garcia did not say anything. She held Roland¡¯s hand, which was very unusual, and walked with him directly to the back of the bus. ¡°Are they your colleagues?¡± he whispered to her when they sat down. ¡°The Martialist Association isn¡¯t a company.¡± She rolled her eyes at him. ¡°Most people in this bus are newly awakened people just like you. It¡¯s also the first time for me to meet them.¡± ¡°So many of them?¡± He was a little surprised. He roughly counted and found there were over 20 people in this bus. ¡°Yes, there are quite a lot of them. The last time I went to the association, there were only five or six new members¡­ but that¡¯s not surprising,¡± she replied. ¡°although ordinary people know nothing about the changes in the world, the ones awakened with the Force of Nature can still sense them. I¡¯ve told you that not all the awakened ones choose to join us. The centrists aren¡¯t less than the association¡¯s martialists. Now, as the Erosion intensifies and the number of Fallen Evils rapidly grows, the situation has become more dangerous for the centrists. More of them are going to join our association in the future.¡± ¡°So you mean most of them are wild martialists or self-training martialists?¡± ¡°You did find more appropriate words to describe them.¡± She curled her mouth into a smile. ¡°I guess so, but that¡¯s just between us. Don¡¯t call them that publicly. They don¡¯t like restrictions. That¡¯s why they refused to join the association. Gaining great strength will boost a person¡¯s ego, making him or her become arrogant. This not only hinders their progress but also gives them a very odd attitude.¡± ¡°As for the odd attitude, I think I¡¯ve already experienced it,¡± he said casually. ¡°In the past, a conflict had happened where some wild¡­ martialist joined the association and killed several martialists when they were performing a hunting job. In the end, the Defenders stood out to kill the wild martialist. You¡¯d better ignore their provocations as the association will severely punish such behaviors.¡± ¡°The wild martialists are that strong?¡± ¡°Yes, these people often get attacked by Fallen Evils and, compared to newly awakened ones, they¡¯re much more experienced in actual combats and are better in reacting quickly in emergency situations, but they¡¯re usually obsessed by worldly affairs. If you stop overindulging yourself and practice hard, you can rapidly improve yourself.¡± She sighed and continued. ¡°The Force of Nature is a gift from the deities. It¡¯s an ability to protect ourselves rather than a tool to exploit others. If we fail to stop the Erosion, the entire world may cease to exist. Many awakened ones just enjoy the pleasures brought by their power, but completely forget their responsibility.¡± He found what she said sounded familiar¡­ He thought for a moment and realized that perhaps this was also the reason that those witches, who had been aware of the harm caused by demons, established the Union 800 years ago. Suddenly, it quieted down outside. The grating sounds made by the bus wheels rubbing against the road became deep and simple as if the bus was traveling alone in a spacious tunnel. Half an hour later, the bus finally stopped. Just when he thought that they had arrived, the bus started to shake slightly and he felt weightless all of a sudden. The bus was sinking into the ground. Chapter 856 Chapter 856: Prism City Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°This is¡­¡± Roland looked at Garcia. ¡°It¡¯s a lift,¡± she proudly responded. ¡°Wait a moment, soon you¡¯ll be able to see.¡± No long after she had finished talking, the light outside of the window turned from red to green and then the curtains were automatically lifted, revealing the view outside. Roland immediately understood the reason for her pride. The bus was parked on a huge iron plate, surrounded by yellow and black warning signs painted on concrete walls with five or six metal orbits embedded in, which continuously issued a gear grinding sound. They were traveling down a tunnel with each descending level marked by dazzling spotlights and huge number signs. Within a few minutes, they had descended more than 100 meters, but the numbers were still growing. Seeing the continuously rotating orange alert lights in the outer edge of the iron plate, which was like a scene from a sci-fi movie, he suddenly felt that as compared to this sophisticated way of entering, his way to get into Third Border City was way too backward, which was still reliant on hemp ropes and steam engines. His respect for an organization that could construct something like that was instantly increased by a few levels. Without substantial economic and political power in the background, a bunch of martialists would never be able to construct something like that. No wonder Garcia was so proud of it. Even those strange tempered wild Awakened were stunned by the scene. They started discussing in the bus while looking out of the window, as if they wanted to explore how deep the place was actually hidden. ¡°This was actually a good move,¡± Roland thought. The closed curtains before were probably meant to keep new people from knowing the specific location of the headquarters, but after entering the ground there was no such need anymore, so they could let everyone admire this spectacular project, which could also pose as proof of the association¡¯s power. He was curious to see if Ling who was following them could find a chance to infiltrate. When the number became 235, the iron plate finally stopped descending and many holes appeared on the wall. Then, the bus moved again and headed into one of them. The trip was very short this time as they soon reached their destination. Roland followed Garcia out of the bus and discovered that there was a wide underground square in front of him, being illuminated with dense headlights, almost as bright as daylight. If not for the previous part of the trip, it would have been hard to believe that he was deep underground. A sculpture was erected in the center of the square. At first glance, it looked like a big hand holding an irregular polyhedron. There were also several buses parked next to the statue. It seemed that they were not the only newcomers. ¡°Are these people from other cities?¡± Roland pointed at the crowd around the sculpture. Garcia nodded in agreement, ¡°the association owns many divisions, but it¡¯s only two Headquarters. In order to get into contact with the Erosion, one must come to these two places.¡± He was briefly stunned, ¡°The erosion from the outside world¡­ Can it be seen directly from here?¡± Not only it can be seen, but you can also touch it¡ªthough you would never want to do that.¡± Garcia rolled her eyes. ¡°Did you think that we¡¯re just a cult which asks people to fight the evil? The purpose of visiting the headquarters is to show newcomers the real danger that the world is facing. Some things, unless seen by your own eyes, are impossible to believe them¡ªdisaster is close at hand.¡± Just then, the lights above them suddenly dimmed down and darkness suddenly came from all directions, making everyone¡¯s vision to focus on a small area in the center of the square. As though a curtain was opened on stage, two bright beams of light fell from the dome, one shining on the sculpture and the other shining on a black dressed lady. She was standing on a platform at one side of the square, looked around thirty years old, wearing a classic Martial Arts garment with her long black hair tied up on her head. One of her eyes seemed to have been damaged and was covered by an eye patch. The Force of Nature in the Dream World was not limited to gender, and it did not have the kind of effect that the magic power had in affecting the appearance. She looked no different than an ordinary person, not too tall, but with more of an imposing manner. The woman waved at everyone and then said loudly, ¡°Dear Awakened ones, good afternoon. I am Lan, Chief Disciple of the Rock¡¯s defender. Welcome to Prism City!¡± ¡°Prism¡­ did she mean the polyhedron on the sculpture? ¡± Roland thought and heard whispers coming from the wild martialists, who appeared to be quite dissatisfied with her words. Before he could ask Garcia, Lan continued, ¡°Of course, welcoming the new students was the responsibility of Defenders, but unfortunately, Sky City encountered some problems so my master and the other three defenders all left two days ago. In order to avoid wasting time, I¡¯ll be the one to welcome you all.¡± ¡°I know that some of you awoke many years ago and can¡¯t be treated as real newcomers. However, the situation has changed drastically. Since you¡¯re willing to come here, it means you¡¯ve approved the ability of the association and you should naturally put all the past temporarily behind you. Combating the Fallen Evil should be your priority now. The association doesn¡¯t care about your past identity and status, but only your future performance¡ªthe more critical the crisis is, the more the awakened should be united. If you don¡¯t accept the practice of the association you¡¯re still free to leave right now! ¡± While she was talking, the black dressed woman made a waving gesture, but no one in the square moved, and even the noisy discussions quieted down. ¡°This Chief Disciple is quite adept,¡± Roland smirked. With the increase of the Fallen Evil, the endangered wild Awakened had no choice but to apply to join the Association. No matter who they were before, they could only follow this option now. The woman was aware of that, so deliberately acted as if giving them a choice, but in reality, gave them no choice at all. Strength was an important criterion when persuading an opponent. Being the Martialist Association that could protect others, demonstrating their own strength would be the most effective way in this case. Garcia looked at Roland with a perplexed expression for a while and said softly, ¡°She¡¯s my master.¡± ¡°What?¡± He was stunned. ¡°Your master?¡± ¡°She¡¯s the senior that I mentioned the other day,¡± Garcia sighed. ¡°Unless you have to, try not to be around her too much. My master doesn¡¯t like irresponsible and not punctual people.¡± ¡°Oh, so that was the case,¡± Roland thought. ¡°Since you¡¯ve all made your choice, then the association welcomes any new blood.¡± Lan gazed upon the square and nodded with satisfaction. ¡°I¡¯m not going to say much. Nothing is more impressive than personally experiencing it. Now, please come with me and see for yourselves the imminent crisis of the world¡ªyou¡¯ll soon realize that the Battle of Divine Will isn¡¯t far away from us! ¡° Chapter 857 Chapter 857: The Nature Of the Erosion Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Hearing those words, Roland could not help but tremble. Why would there be Battle of Divine Will in the Dream World too? He looked at Garcia but her expression didn¡¯t change at all as if she already knew or she didn¡¯t care about it. Roland could only keep his doubts to himself and under the lights, followed the crowd towards the square. Reaching there, he noticed that there were many passages embedded in the towering rock walls like the structure inside a honeycomb. Whether it was entering from the ground or transitioning between the aisles, people had to take elevators on the rails. Now that the square was not as bright as before and his sight got used to the darkness, he could see dozens of elevators going up and down like floating fireflies. They gave off a feeling of a futuristic city. Even though this design was beautiful, it was extremely inconvenient to use. If it was built in the city center as a landmark it would be alright, but buried under the ground like this, who would be able to see it? And in case of a fire, power outages and other emergencies, it would even be hard to escape from here. Of course, building the Headquarters underground was already irrational even when considering the aspect of preventing others to infiltrate or the necessity of keeping it a secret. There must have been another reason to do that unless the Martialist Association had too much money to spare. As they entered the aisle number 24, Roland realized that the ground he was standing on was actually a moving ladder and he only had to stand on it to keep moving. Adopting such a design in an underground structure was actually quite shocking. As if realizing his doubts, Garcia shrugged her shoulders. ¡°There used to be a mine here, and we used the abandoned mine tunnels to built all the elevator aisles you see on the walls¡ªbut of course, part of them were newly excavated. This depends on the speed of the Erosion. ¡°The Erosion happened in the mine?¡± ¡°Not exactly but for now you can think of it as such.¡± ¡°So the reason for building the Headquarters underground is to prevent the Erosion from developing?¡± Garcia looked at him with a weird expression, ¡°No, it¡¯s not to prevent the Erosion from developing but to guard against Awakened ones with an ulterior motive.¡± When she saw that he wanted to ask more, she shook her head and said, ¡°You¡¯ll soon understand.¡± The passage soon led them into another hall, which looked a lot like a lecture hall, with descending levels, forming a podium at the bottom. The defensive measures here were obviously much better. There were martialists everywhere, wearing the same cloths, standing expressionless on either side of the hall and staring indifferently at the newcomers, showing no welcoming gestures. ¡°Aren¡¯t warriors supposed to be straightforward and passionate? With an attitude like that towards the newly awakened ones, no wonder people weren¡¯t willing to join them,¡± Roland thought. Once everyone has sat down, the Chief Disciple Lan stood up on the podium. Without saying anything, she opened a curtain on stage, exposing the bottom of a huge glass chest. Roland couldn¡¯t help but frown. A dark red ¡°crystal¡± was placed inside the chest. It seemed weightless as it floated midair. It reminded him of Taquila¡¯s magic core. But the Force of Nature in the Dream World was not displaying ever-changing effects like the magic power. Additionally, this crystal did not seem to be realistic. It actually looked like a bad sample of a 3D-model. But seeing Lan¡¯s serious expression, it didn¡¯t look like she was joking. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°Erosion,¡± Garcia said with a deep voice, ¡°or actually a ¡®loophole''¡±. ¡°What?¡± Roland was stunned. ¡°The one on stage is just a small part of it,¡± she sighed, ¡°Our world is becoming riddled with holes. That¡¯s the essence of Erosion.¡± ¡°I think some of you may have already guessed or felt it¡ª¡± Lan gazed through the audience and said word by word. ¡°An evil force has entered our world. It allows the Fallen evil to multiply in numbers quickly, posing a serious threat to the safety of the awakened ones. But as far as I am concerned, this notion is incorrect. It was never an evil force, but rather an¡­ overlay from another world. ¡± The audience suddenly uproared. ¡°What do you mean? Can you elaborate?¡± ¡°What¡¯s this other world?¡± ¡°When did the Martialist Association become an academy of science?¡± ¡°So what¡¯re the Fallen Evils, aliens?¡± In sharp contrast with the real newcomers, those who had awakened the Force of Nature long ago started yelling loudly, without respect to the Chief Disciple. ¡°Quiet, ¡± Lan said unmoved, ¡°I¡¯ll answer your questions after the following demonstration.¡± As she said that, the glass chest slowly rose, exposing the ¡°crystal¡±, and then three hanging rods fell on top of the podium with a camera hanging from each of them. At the same time, the wall behind Lan also lit up¡ªit turned out to be a huge screen showing three different pictures, shot respectively from the three cameras. Roland quickly noticed a phenomenon that shocked him. No matter from which direction you looked at it, the crystal always showed the same appearance. How¡¯s that possible? In order to look like this, it¡¯s got to be a perfect sphere. An angular thing represented discontinuous changes when it was rotating. It should have appeared visually different on each side. However, he was stunned when he didn¡¯t find any difference or movement in the three pictures as if it was not a moving object but rather a red spot on the screen. His brain had subconsciously identified it as a virtual image as if the crystal itself didn¡¯t exist. But Lan¡¯s next move once again surprised Roland. The Chief Disciple took an iron bar and inserted it straight into the red crystal. However, the stick did not penetrate the virtual shadow as he expected but instead disappeared in it in front of everyone. Through the screen, they could see that all the three cameras captured the original look of the iron bar, clearly showing its polishing traces and angles, but the red spot in the three pictures looked still the same. It seemed as if there had been three iron bars inserted from a different angle¡­ into one same spot. When Lan pulled it back, the bar in her hands had become shorter. The hall suddenly went quiet. Seeing such a strange scene, everyone remained silent as if someone had clamped hand over his or her mouth. After a while, someone said, ¡°Can I come up to see?¡± ¡°Help yourself.¡± Lan nodded. The man walked to the podium and stared at the red crystal for a long time. Suddenly, with a shout, he reached out to it¡ªhis skin was lightly colored in Silverlight. Apparently, he was using the Force of Nature. Not many warriors could achieve that. Garcia had once mentioned to Roland that those who were able to spur out the Force of Nature like that, resembled a lot the Fallen evil. Normal weapons were unlikely to hurt them. To be able to master such a skill, one had to be extraordinarily talented, or very experienced through life and death situations over the years. Thus, they were far stronger than the average martialists. This was probably the reason for their arrogance. Lan stood still, without any intention of stopping him. His palm went through the crystal unobstructed, without catching anything, and just like the iron bar before, it disappeared. Soon after, the man screamed¡ªhe raised his hand, showing only the half of a bloody palm! Everyone gasped in astonishment. Roland finally understood what Garcia meant with those words, ¡°You definitely don¡¯t want to touch it¡±, because everything that came into contact with it turned into a void. After the victim was taken to be treated by the martialists, a couple more stood up, hoping to come up and have a closer look. Lan allowed all of them, but they were much more cautious while observing. In the end, the Chief Disciple simply arranged for everyone to take turns to experience the incredible phenomenon from a close distance. Roland was no exception as well. When his turn came, he acted carefreely and circled twice around the crystal, but he suddenly felt his heart sink. Its internal red rippling light seemed very familiar! He had once seen a similar scene in the Divine Land too. But in that domain, the red light hanging above him represented the Bloody Moon. Chapter 858 Chapter 858: The Membrane Overlaid Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You¡¯re Roland, aren¡¯t you?¡± When Roland was contemplating the ¡°Erosion¡±, Lan suddenly spoke. ¡°Ah¡­ it¡¯s me.¡± He recovered from his solemn thoughts and Garcia¡¯s words flashed across his mind¡­ ¡°Hang on, would she be trying to find trouble with me for having stood her up?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard Garcia mention you several times.¡± She did not face Roland, so he could not see her expression. ¡°She said you¡¯re a rare and independent awakened who¡¯s not disturbed by desire and ambition. This is very rare for the average person, so she¡¯s very happy that you¡¯ve agreed to join the association.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Is that so?¡± Roland replied reluctantly. It was clear to him that Lan must have been implying that he was a ¡®wild¡¯ Awakened when she said ¡®independent¡¯, but he wondered why she said that Garcia was elated when he agreed to join the association. He clearly remembered that Garcia had been expressionless when she had let him fill out the application. ¡°Although I hate people who aren¡¯t punctual, this is a common problem for many. After all, you can¡¯t feel the change of time nor can you hear it ticking, so for some special people, it¡¯s not an unforgivable flaw.¡± Inexplicably, Roland felt that there was a glimmer of emotion when the Chief Disciple said these words. ¡°There¡¯s one thing you should know about special people. Though they¡¯re uncommon, there¡¯re still quite a number of them. If they don¡¯t treasure their special feature and maximize it, they¡¯ll be eliminated sooner or later.¡± ¡°Is this a warning that I should work wholeheartedly for the association and not cause problems like the other wild Awakened ones?¡± Roland secretly frowned as he really did not like this kind of preaching. Perhaps he would not have minded it before, but after he became the King of Graycastle, he had also changed his mentality. ¡°After you¡¯ve finished watching, you can leave,¡± Lan finally turned around and said calmly, ¡°listen carefully to what I¡¯m going to say next as it might help you. Next¡ª!¡± Roland twitched his mouth and did not take this brief conversation to heart. He was overwhelmed by a cloud of confusion. Whether the Martialist Association could defeat the Erosion and save the world was something he did not care about. After returning to his seat, he still frowned. What are the ¡°deities¡± thinking about? According to the research data of the underground civilization, the Bloody Moon is the key to transforming the magic power, and also the basis for the existence of the Dreamland¡ªin a certain sense, it¡¯s the equivalent of the mastermind behind the scenes, existing like a background. Even if one wanted to annex the Dream World, there¡¯s no need to show their original appearance, right? The witches can see the real body of the Bloody Moon because that¡¯s the real world, yet this Dreamland is a domain purely founded on his and Zero¡¯s memories. Wouldn¡¯t this mean that the mastermind had seen the circuit signal operating behind the world? Or could the speculation be wrong? Or maybe I had misunderstood some information that had pointed me in the wrong direction? ¡°So do you believe it now?¡± Garcia glared at him. ¡°That¡¯s definitely not something that can exist in reality.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never doubted you.¡± Roland shook his head and tried to suppress his distractions. ¡°But your master wasn¡¯t as scary as you¡¯d described.¡± ¡°Was there something wrong with the master?¡± She was a little surprised. ¡°She said quite a lot about how special I was and how the association thought highly of me,¡± Roland said sarcastically, ¡°by the way¡­ she said you were elated about me joining the association. Was that so? I really couldn¡¯t tell at all.¡± He looked at the ex-Princess Garcia in anticipation, as he wanted to see what kind of expression she would reveal. Would she deny everything completely or attempt to conceal herself hurriedly? No matter what she did, it should be very interesting. But he never imagined that she would portray a look of ¡°you¡¯re really such a fool¡±. ¡°What¡¯re you talking about?¡± said Garcia as she rolled her eyes. ¡°When you were on the platform, the master didn¡¯t speak at all¡­ Do you think that I¡¯m blind?¡± Roland could not help but be stunned. ¡°This distance might be considered far for ordinary people, but I¡¯m a martialist. I could even see clearly how many strands of beard you had on the stage. Don¡¯t try to lie to me. You¡¯re still too inexperienced,¡± she said with a note of disdain. Didn¡¯t¡­ speak? Just as he was about to ask more questions, Lan had already re-closed the glass chest. She clapped her hands and made everyone focus their attention on the podium¡ªthis time round, there was much less talk in the hall. ¡°Our world isn¡¯t flat, it¡¯s a membrane. Some can understand this and others can¡¯t. But it doesn¡¯t matter. Just listen to me.¡± She turned around so that the screen behind showed what was being said. ¡°The membrane has a curvature that, in popular terms, is like an arc¡ªand in some places, this change is even more pronounced. If there are other worlds beyond this one, then there¡¯ll be a possibility that the two worlds will intersect, and this intersection is the Erosion.¡± ¡°Of course, this is only a speculation, but it¡¯s the only explanation for the vision that we saw¡ªsince the Erosion was discovered, all nations have kept up their research on it, but unfortunately the world there has completely different rules. Any means of detection are declared null and void, and even the matter here can¡¯t be stabilized beyond the borders. As you¡¯ve seen for yourselves, the iron bar was the proof.¡± ¡°Huh? What¡¯s the connection with the Fallen Evils?¡± someone asked. ¡°Of course there¡¯s a connection. The strength they gain comes from another membrane¡ªand that¡¯s why the Fallen Evils aren¡¯t afraid of ordinary weapons in this world. The overlapping membrane temporarily connects the two worlds, and I don¡¯t know what kind of effect that would have on the other world. But for us, the rules still work: the movement of energy from high to low creates a series of phenomena that is incredible.¡± Lan raised her voice and said, ¡°To be exact, not just the Fallen Evils, any Awakened person would be related to this energy.¡± ¡°What did.. you say?¡± ¡°My power belongs only to me. It¡¯s not related to any goddamned membrane!¡± ¡°Does the Martialist Association think that we¡¯re the same as the Fallen Evils?¡± The hall suddenly burst into a commotion. This time Lan did not say anything to stop the commotion but waited until everyone became silent by themselves before she went on to say, ¡°Of course there¡¯s a difference, we can control it, yet the Fallen Evils can¡¯t. But we have to admit that in some sense were quite similar to the Fallen Evils¡ªespecially on this point about being able to resist injuries caused by ordinary weapons. Has everyone considered another point? How come the martialists can¡¯t dominate the entire world even when they can freely manipulate the Force of Nature and can¡¯t be hurt by ordinary weapons?¡± ¡°Well¡­ ¡± The crowd started to whisper. ¡°Because the Erosion won¡¯t last forever,¡± Lan said straightforwardly, ¡°as the curvature changes, the overlapping membranes will gradually separate until the next reunion¡ªthe cycle can be long or short. A short one could be a day while the long one could be millions of years. And we encountered the Erosion about 2000 B.C. and the overlapping lasted only less than a century. Once they separated, the Force of Nature will disappear without any trace. Given that, even the Awakened ones managed to dominate the whole world, two thousand years of interval would be enough for this empire to vanish.¡± ¡°How can you be sure about what happened thousands of years ago?¡± Although someone still questioned her theory, his attitude was much less aggressive. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± said the Chief Disciple, frankly. ¡°It¡¯s just an assumption. Even 2000 years ago, there wasn¡¯t even a scientific way of observation and recording. If you want to validate it, we¡¯ll have to wait until 2000 years later. But we mustn¡¯t forget that history is always full of surprising coincidences. By comparing the biographies and history books of different regions, you¡¯ll find that many epic heroes and legends were born during that period, and then further on the myths emerged¡ªand most myths were related to doomsday and the salvation. Can we assume that it was the Erosion that caused this?¡± There was a brief silence below the stage, and after a while, someone asked, ¡°And even if those epic heroes are the Awakened ones of the Force of Nature, what does that have to do with us? According to what you said, the Erosion will end by itself, so what¡¯s the purpose of the propaganda of your association against the Erosion?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget that apart from us, there are also the Fallen Evils,¡± Lan answered quietly. ¡°This is what I said at the beginning. There¡¯s no evil force. The energy just spreads according to the rules. It has no malice, but that doesn¡¯t mean the affected people will also have no malice. We¡¯re just at the beginning of the membrane overlap, so such loopholes will continue to increase and expand. The Fallen Evils will also increase in numbers. And only the Martialists that use the same kind of force can defeat them¡ªthis is a competition of the survival of the fittest, and only one party can survive. If we can¡¯t defeat the Fallen Evils, not just the Awakened ones, but the whole human existence will be completely destroyed by them.¡± Chapter 859 Chapter 859: Two-Pronged Attack Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Your Majesty¡­ Your Majesty?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice woke Roland from his daze. ¡°The City Hall Director is still waiting for your reply.¡± ¡°Ah, I already know about this,¡± said Roland as he blinked his eyes, trying to concentrate. He handed over the report in his hand to Barov and said, ¡°Let¡¯s proceed according to what you said.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± said Barov. As he saluted Roland, he also solemnly added a sentence before leaving. ¡°Please take care of your health, Your Majesty.¡± After the chief left the office, Roland asked Nightingale, ¡°Does my face really look that bad?¡± ¡°Well, you look okay,¡± said the latter after some deliberation, ¡°it¡¯s just that you¡¯ve been daydreaming more recently. Could this be related to the Erosion of the Dream World?¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°The changes in Dreamland can¡¯t really affect me. It¡¯s just a few strange things in retrospect that have been bothering me. There¡¯s nothing to worry about.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good to know,¡± said Nightingale while she pursed her lips. This was already the fourth day since he had left the Dreamland. Although Faldi had succeeded in locating the headquarter of the association, Ling had failed to sneak into it¡ªaccording to her, there had never been a place like that one. It was built underground, but it had been impossible for her to find any hiding spot there and some shiny ¡°light band¡± had covered her head. It had just kept glowing, no matter how long she had waited. Afterward, Ling had even despondently requested for Roland to punish her for failing her task, but naturally, Roland had refused to do so. The next play plan had been executed smoothly, and Roland had brought more Taquila witches into his Dreamland, but what he had seen and heard in the headquarters that day still troubled him immensely. The whole incident had so many strange factors that could not be explained. The first was the conclusion about the membrane world. He had always believed that the Dream World would present a modern society filled with the Force of Nature in order to integrate both his and Zero¡¯s memories and keep his internal government self-consistent. In other words, no matter how many weird phenomena there were, they were all rules based on the needs of being self-consistent¡ªmost of these rules came from his consciousness, which he understood and was able to accept. However, those words spoken by the Chief Disciple Lan completely exceeded the scope of his knowledge reserve. The only thing Roland knew about the membrane theory was that it evolved from the superstring theory. These two theories were particularly profound and he had never carried out in-depth reading on them. Unlike Quantum mechanics, he had at least read through one or two popular books about it. In the Dream World, these theories should have been hidden as if they were invisible, just like those blank books that only had covers. However, both Lan¡¯s explanation and the derivation formulas and evidence displayed in the lobby screens seemed to be logical¡ªthis was the first time he saw something totally unintelligible in the Dreamland, as if a High school student had dreamed about the Grand Unification Theory in physics which was absurd and incredible. This even made him think that the Dream World today was completely different from the world when he had first entered. As if something was growing wildly out of his sight. Another weird thing was the Chief Disciple herself. After Garcia had reminded Roland, he had recalled that the vision, hearing and reaction of the martialists was better than ordinary people. If Lan had spoken to him on the stage, not only would the defenders, but even the first two rows of new people in the lobby have been able to hear something. But the fact was that no one at that time had shifted their attention to them. It had not sounded like a whisper to him, yet, surprisingly, it had not attracted any attention. At that time, he had not paid any attention to this point. But later on, when he thought about it, he questioned why a newcomer who was shown special attention by the Chief Disciple did not cause public concern? The things Lan said also left him scratching his head. ¡°Listen carefully to what I¡¯m going to say next as it might help you!¡± How would the knowledge about the origin of the Erosion, the relationship between the martialists and the Fallen Evils help him? Even if he wholeheartedly wanted to join the association and become a savior of the world, knowing these would still not be important to him, right? All these weird signs made Roland form some resistance toward the Dream World. He intended to temporarily stop the connection with Dreamland, once all the God¡¯s Punishment Witches had gone in once to enjoy themselves. It would be better to behave cautiously whilst the Battle of Divine Will was approaching. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice once again could be heard, but this time with some urgency. ¡°You look like you¡¯re in a daze again.¡± ¡°Ahem, I¡¯m fine,¡± Roland shook his head and threw his distractions behind him. ¡°It¡¯s just that I¡¯ve got a little more things to consider lately and so I¡¯m a little sleepy.¡± ¡°But why do I feel that you¡¯re hiding something behind those words,¡± Nightingale sat on the table, propped her feet up and said, ¡°don¡¯t tell me that in the Dream World, you and the witches¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible!¡± He suddenly felt dumbfounded. ¡°I just took them to experience the taste of different flavors only!¡± ¡°Well¡­ that¡¯s true,¡± Nightingale blinked and revealed a cunning smile. ¡°I¡¯m a bit worried about that world that I can¡¯t enter. There¡¯s no way to protect you at all times, and in case they suddenly make trouble, that would be problematic. After all, they¡¯ve passed hundreds of years of unconscious days. And now that they¡¯ve finally recovered their senses, I¡¯m sure they would try to revisit all their past feelings. But that¡¯s more than 20 women. How could you cope if they all swarmed towards you?¡± ¡°You¡¯re getting more ridiculous.¡± Roland glared at her and said, ¡°Who did you get these ideas from? Can¡¯t you spend more energy on studying?¡± Nightingale covered her mouth and said, ¡°I was just joking.¡± ¡°If I had your ability, it¡¯d surely remind me loudly that you were lying,¡± Roland snorted and said, ¡°from the very beginning, you wanted to ask this, right?¡± ¡°Well, I admit it¡­ But this was not just my own opinion,¡± Nightingale stuck her tongue out. ¡°I was also asked by someone else to raise this question.¡± ¡°Asked by someone else?¡± Roland did not have the time to ask who it was as there was knocking on the office door. He had to temporarily withdraw his questions and said, ¡°Come in.¡± The door opened and a tall man quickly walked in, neatly closed his legs and then raised his hands to salute Roland. ¡°Your Majesty, Iron Axe is here to report to you!¡± From Port of Clearwater to Neverwinter took almost four or five days, and by boat it was a rather laborious thing. But on the face of this foreign officer, he could not see a trace of exhaustion. His eyes reflected an energy that was full of war spirit. ¡°Fine,¡± Roland nodded reassuringly. ¡°I think you already know about Neverwinter¡¯s combat plans?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard Brian talking about it,¡± said Iron Axe. ¡°The First Corps will be divided into two roads from east and west to regain Graycastle before crossing the border, and striking Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s Glow City. But there¡¯s something that I don¡¯t understand. If you asked Brian to take over my task and stay in the Port of Clearwater to protect Miss Echo, who¡¯s responsible for the Eastern Front?¡± It seems that even before the task had been assigned, Iron Axe had already placed the responsibility of leading the Western Front attack on his shoulders. Roland could not help but smile. ¡°Brian is still lacking in experience. Leading a garrison isn¡¯t a problem, but he could still be prone to accidents if he had to lead an entire army alone, so Eastern Front Army will be your responsibility.¡± Iron Axe was slightly stunned and replied, ¡°Then what about the Western Front¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll lead it personally,¡± said Roland slowly. Chapter 860 Chapter 860: Their Respective Journeys Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When the last statistics report was handed over to him, the City Hall Director finally let out a deep breath and waved his hand toward his subordinate. ¡°You can leave now.¡± ¡°Yes, my Lord.¡± The latter bowed respectfully and closed the door of the office on his way out. The only person left in the room was Barov. He opened the drawer and removed more than a dozen forms from inside, flattened them on the table, and neatly stacked the newest one on top. As a result of this recent addition, all the necessary supplies for His Majesty¡¯s expedition were now fully prepared. Barov gently rubbed the paper, as if he were stroking a girl¡¯s tender, smooth skin. The rows of numbers seemed like a complex password to ordinary people, but in his eyes, it was a wonderful music score. It took only a week and a half, for Neverwinter to complete a large-scale logistics transfer. Whether it was food or gold royals, they had surpassed the quantities of any previous expedition. Through his proposals and statistical tables, he could see ships carrying wheat flourishing from the inland river to the Northern Region. And he could hear the melodious sound of gold royals colliding with each other. He was unable to control this feeling of indulgence. If he wanted to name this score, ¡°power¡± would undoubtedly be the most appropriate name. Now, the power lay in his hands, and he could play in any manner he wanted. After only three years, Neverwinter¡¯s prowess had reached an incredible level¡ªnot just in terms of military might, but also in all other aspects. When he had been an assistant to the Treasurer in the old king¡¯s city, he had known a great deal about the financial situation of Graycastle. And it was precisely because of that, he realized how amazing Roland Wimbledon was. Now Neverwinter¡¯s resources were probably equal to all the other cities¡¯ strength in Graycastle combined. Unfortunately, no one could share this joy with him. Barov removed his monocle and glanced at the empty table opposite him. There was only one other person who could understand these figures and experience the joy that came with it: the Pearl of the Northern Region. Sometimes he felt that the latter was the same type of person as he was. However, this regret dissolved very quickly. Compared to the option of possessing exclusive power, everything else paled in comparison. He stood up and walked to the window. He pulled out a peculiar coin from his breast pocket and flattened it in his palm. Engraved on the coin¡¯s surface was a mountain. It glittered in the late spring sun. This was the emblem of the Witch Cooperation Association. He had found this coin three years ago in the forest of the Western Region. He secretly retained it. He originally wanted to use it as evidence of the Lord colluding with witches in return for his own safety, when the church attacked the Western Region. But now, this emblem had become his lucky charm. His Majesty, who protects, the witches is evil? Of course not! The evil ones are those who were defeated by His Majesty. They had no strength, but they still acted arrogantly. This was the biggest crime as even the demons in the Barbarian Land were not as bad as them. Fortunately, this situation would not last too long. Although His Majesty¡¯s plan to attack the Kingdom of Dawn was delayed by a little, he had already waited for two decades, so waiting for another year was not an issue at all. Graycastle should be handed over to a more capable man. Barov knew that the day His Majesty unified the kingdom and was officially crowned as king, he himself would also climb to the pinnacle of power. He touched his beard and could not help but laugh. *************** ¡°Today¡¯s test will stop here. Have you packed your luggage?¡± Agatha asked while sorting out the experimental data, ¡°Tomorrow is the day of departure, so don¡¯t forget anything.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have many clothes and I don¡¯t need to carry any items,¡± Isabella shook her head and replied calmly. Living in Neverwinter was much simpler than she had imagined. With the exception of repeatedly displaying the god stone to allow the ice witch to observe the records, she controlled the rest of her time as long as she did not leave the diplomatic building. She was neither harassed nor humiliated. She had thought that the witches would have treated the Pure Witches very differently. However, sometimes she felt that Agatha¡¯s attitude toward her was the same as the other witches. There was hardly any difference. ¡°By the way,¡± she said and added another sentence, ¡°about what happened last time¡­ thank you for telling me.¡± ¡°You mean the news about the church?¡± Agatha shrugged. ¡°If it were me, I¡¯d still think of going back and taking a look, whether it¡¯d be a farewell or a break. But let¡¯s not talk about that now. You can¡¯t go on your journey like that¡­ This is certainly due to my negligence as I¡¯ve just found out that you¡¯ve been wearing the same thing all this time.¡± She dropped the notebook and frowned as she walked over to Isabella. She grabbed Isabella¡¯s sleeve and felt it. ¡°It¡¯s gone all white, and it¡¯s winter clothing. When the weather turns hot, aren¡¯t you going to get overheated?¡± ¡°That¡¯s nothing.¡± Isabella wanted to say that she had been subjected to more rigorous training, but thought for a moment and decided to hold her tongue. ¡°This expedition isn¡¯t just a matter of a month or two. Let¡¯s not mention the fact that you might not be able to wash your clothes daily on the road and even your companions won¡¯t be able to stand it.¡± Agatha said decisively, ¡°Now that we still have time, I¡¯ll take you to the convenience market and we can pick a few pieces of clothing.¡± When she heard the words ¡°companions¡±, she became slightly surprised and hesitated for a moment before answering, ¡°But¡­ I¡¯ve got no money.¡± She was atoning for her misdeeds, and naturally, she would not get a monthly payment like the members of the Witch Union. ¡°Well, I do,¡± said Agatha nonchalantly. ¡°You can think of it as a loan,¡± she said. ¡°But it¡¯ll be after five years¡­¡± ¡°Five years is a short time compared to the Taquila witches waiting for hundreds of years, isn¡¯t it?¡± The Ice Witch interrupted by saying, ¡°The Battle of Divine Will won¡¯t end that easily. You won¡¯t always remain like this unless this is what you want.¡± She placed her hand out. ¡°So what¡¯re you hesitating about?¡± Isabella did not answer. She suddenly felt that the sunset rays were a little dazzling. Through the golden rays, Agatha¡¯s body gradually faded away, and only her hand could be seen. Isabella lowered her head and took the latter¡¯s palm. At that moment, the sun seemed to be linked with her. ******************* ¡°Are you sure it¡¯d be alright for me to come with you?¡± Anna asked while she was lying in Roland¡¯s arms, blinking her lake blue eyes. As he had been busy settling the God¡¯s Punishment Witches recently, it had been a long time before the two could spend some quiet time together. It was exactly for this reason, that even late at night, the two were still whispering, trying to catch up on all the words that they had missed during their absence. ¡°We¡¯ve been preparing this for such a long time, and besides, it¡¯s alright to take a rest at times,¡± said Roland, stroking her smooth back, ¡°furthermore, this expedition isn¡¯t just for the sake of combat. Propaganda is also very important. For example, when socializing with everyone and attending banquets, it would be unacceptable if I weren¡¯t accompanied by a female companion.¡± Anna nodded in agreement and buried her head shyly. Roland saw a touch of pink on her cheek due to the bright moonlight. It was clear that Anna was intelligent enough to understand the meaning of this remark. In formal occasions, appearing as a king¡¯s female companion was a statement. ¡°I said that one day, all the subjects of Graycastle will know who you are, even if you are a witch,¡± he said earnestly. Anna did not ask questions such as ¡°Is this really alright?¡± or ¡°What if everyone opposes it?¡± Instead, she replied in the same earnest tone, ¡°Even if I¡¯m a witch, I want to be with you, no matter what happens in the future.¡± Roland lifted the corners of his mouth. This answer was really in her usual style. ¡°So we¡¯re both in agreement.¡± ¡­ The next day, the Neverwinter port was crowded with concrete boats that shipped the First Army and their war supplies. They were arranged neatly in a column before slowly leaving the Redwater River. At the front of the fleet was ¡°the Roland¡±. At the top of the flagship, the symbol of the Graycastle, a High-Tower and Spears flag, was waving in the wind and attracting everyone¡¯s attention. Everyone in Neverwinter knew that when their Lord returned again, he would become the only king of the land. Someone shouted ¡°long live the king¡±, and the whole pier continued to shout out in unison. It sounded like thunder rolling over the sky, or the horn of departure. The war began in the midst of the lively voices of the people. Chapter 861 Chapter 861: The Redwater Plot Translator: TransN Editor: TransN On the 10th day of the expedition, they were at Redwater River. Roland was in quite a heroic mood as he stood at the front of the shallow water gunboat, looking at the sparkling river in front of him. Behind him was a huge fleet, and despite the fact that some of the ships had turned eastward three days earlier, the remaining ten steam-driven paddle steamers remained a rare sight on the river. The chimneys, standing like a forest of iron, were painted in a striking snow white color, and the black smoke that erupted created a ¡°dark cloud¡± over the river. After entering the Central Region of Graycastle, there were significantly fewer vessels, which meant that the Kingdom¡¯s trade center was moving westward. However, the influence of several major cities in the central region was present. Compared to the many single-masted boats in the Western Region, most of the sailboats that were found here were more exquisite and beautiful. All the merchant ships that they encountered along the way kept their distance. Bold sailors would lie on the ship¡¯s side, and point to the flagship of steel exclaiming endlessly. The captain or businessman who recognized the High-Tower and Spears flag would even bow and salute the vessel. Roland was very satisfied that he could amass so much after three years. But he was even more gratified about these young officials who were brought up by the City Hall. They did not have a lineage of 100 years nor did they have a rich and powerful family background. They just had a short-term universal education and a mastery of literacy. If this was the past, at best, they could only work for the nobles by doing some miscellaneous administration for a living. But in Neverwinter, they gradually became the backbone of all the departments. Because of the lack of patronage, the new generation of officials fully supported Roland¡ªother than him, no one else would use normal civilians that had no status. Because they had never held any management posts, they would act cautiously in accordance with the rules and regulations. When they encountered any problems, they would make the effort to ask their superiors for help and would not be arrogant or conceited like the nobles. As they were selected from ordinary subjects, they were used to carrying out tasks on their own. The Ministry of Agriculture officials led the farmers to grow wheat and the officials of the Ministry of Construction demonstrated the characteristics of cement to the new workers. This scene was a common sight in the city. A powerful, centralized government needed to have strong control over the people at the grassroots level in order to exert its fast and efficient potential. This action by the civilian management was exactly what was needed. Of course, the civilians that jumped to the management level did not come without flaws. Just like a poor man who had never owned property and suddenly came into fortune, it was easy to fall into the trap of greed and shortsightedness. The level of education at Neverwinter was not high, so they probably would not possess personal standards and professional ethics. Fortunately, there were Nightingale and the internal review by the Security Bureau that could effectively curb this tendency. After several screenings and severe punishment, those who remained in City Hall had understood the limits of His Majesty. The ever-growing number of young officials had become Roland¡¯s guarantee of expanding his own power. It could even be said that his plan to regain the kingdom was based on the number of officials available. Now, he finally had the foundation for unifying the country. ¡°Notify the Adviser Department to go to the observatory for a meeting.¡± Roland turned toward Nightingale. ¡°How should we go about taking over Redwater City? It¡¯s about time that they come up with a plan.¡± ¡­ In fact, it was not the first time that the Neverwinter fleet visited Redwater City. As early as six months ago in the Tooth Extraction Campaign, the First Army had visited this central city. The Adviser Department¡¯s opinion was reasonable: ¡°Your Majesty, Redwater, in terms of the Central Region, is considered second only to the old king¡¯s city. Not only does it own a vast territory, there are also many nobles. I¡¯m afraid we can¡¯t force them to hand over their power like what we did with Willow Town.¡± Sir Eltek, Morning Light¡¯s father, further elaborated by saying, ¡°Earl Delta, the lord of Redwater City, isn¡¯t an ambitious man. This can be seen from the city¡¯s tax revenue¡ªhe could easily request for more as he controls the intersection of the inland rivers. The Delta family had managed this area for several generations. Even if they gave up their manor, they would still have a comfortable life. As compared to rebellion, the Earl would certainly know how to make a wise choice.¡± ¡°But this doesn¡¯t mean that the other nobles will follow suit. It¡¯s by no means easy to consolidate their opinions, especially the Tririver and Rock Ridge families. It¡¯s rumored they¡¯re not on good terms with Earl Delta.¡± He pointed to the map and said, ¡°And once your claim is officially proclaimed, it¡¯s likely that this will bring the opponents together similar to what had happened in the Western Region before, so we speculate that the First Army may have to fight and force them to surrender their power.¡± ¡°Of course, this isn¡¯t bad. Destroying rebels can reduce the trouble for the management later on, and your great strength will certainly deter the rest of the misfits. So we suggest that you summon Earl Delta alone to convince him before announcing the decree¡ªalthough those nobles should more or less already know about your intentions. If someone disobeys later on, you can just send troops to clear them out.¡± Roland nodded and silently looked at the map. He did not mind using military action to persuade his opponent. The First Army was used to doing that. However Sir Eltek¡¯s words, ¡°just like what happened in the Western Region before¡± gave him some concern. The time he had spend to eliminate the five big families took a lot longer than the seizing of Long Stronghold and king¡¯s city. The reason back then was that the area of a fief had been far larger than that of a city. He had to take a few extra days just for a detour. Redwater City had an even larger manor around it compared to the Western Region cities. If he really wanted to clean it up, it would take more than two to three weeks, plus the subsequent placating measures. ¡°Isn¡¯t there a faster way?¡± ¡°Well, Your Majesty, faster means¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to spend too much time on this. Later on, there¡¯ll be several other cities. If they all require such measures, by the time we get to Coldwind Ridge, half of the summer would have passed.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± The Earl and the others were silent for a moment. ¡°There¡¯s a method but it might be detrimental to your reputation,¡± muttered Edith suddenly, ¡°bring them together and announce to everyone on the spot.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland looked at her. ¡°Go on.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve encountered a similar problem, but it was even worse,¡± said Pearl of the Northern Region and then she gave a detailed account of her plan to eliminating the Hawes Family and Lista Family. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that if I¡¯d followed the tradition of the nobles, and had declared before taking action, the Northern Region would have still remained in their hands.¡± After listening to her plan, the staff of the Adviser Department could not help but gasp. ¡°Your Majesty, this¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s hard to be convincing without evidence and trial!¡± ¡°If it gets found out, I¡¯m afraid that it¡¯ll bring suspicion from the other nobles.¡± ¡°Have you forgotten that there should be no other nobles in Graycastle other than His Majesty?¡± Edith said flatly. ¡°No trial was needed when the former nobles dealt with civilians.¡± She turned toward Roland and said, ¡°But it depends on whether you want to carry it out, after all reputation¡ª¡± ¡°Only the victor is qualified to write history,¡± Roland interrupted her, ¡°for example, if you don¡¯t say anything, no one will know you¡¯ve done something like this. I have to thank you for your trust in me, and anyway, this matter won¡¯t be found out. As for the takeover of Redwater City, let¡¯s follow your idea.¡± He then saw a strange glimmer in the latter¡¯s eyes. At that moment, the Pearl of the Northern Region¡¯s breathing seemed to quicken. However, she quickly masked her unease and bowed her head. ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 862 Chapter 862: Obstacles Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In his mansion in Rock Ridge, Earl George Nery finally received the letter from the Western Region. He unsealed the letter and glanced over it, his face clouding over. ¡°What did it say?¡± Asked a restless Baron. On his chest, there was a kamon of God of River, indicating that he was from the Levitan family, whose domain was located at the intersection of river courses and was regarded as a fairly famous family in the local area. There were over twenty nobles like him in the study room. Nearly half of the feudal nobles around the Redwater City had gathered here. Instead of answering him immediately, George glanced at him coldly and handed the letter to Guye Yurianne, the Earl of Tririver. After the latter read through the letter, George began to speak slowly, ¡°Roland Wimbledon has taken away all the power of the Willow Town lord and occupied his domain as well.¡± ¡°The new king¡­ really did it?¡± ¡°Hell. So what does he want to do? To deprive us of our titles just as the news we received has suggested?¡± ¡°How can he do that? That title is passed down from my grandfather!¡± Someone suddenly said, ¡°Willow Town is too close to the Stronghold and it¡¯s very small. It doesn¡¯t mean that he¡¯ll do the same to Redwater City, does it?¡± ¡°I guess He didn¡¯t seize the entire king¡¯s city before is because he doesn¡¯t have the capacity. Maybe we should wait.¡± Hearing that, George could not help sneering in anger. He said,¡± To the Western Region, is Redwater City farther than the City of Evernight? Are your domains larger than the whole Northern Region? Are you blind or stupid? It¡¯s not news that Roland Wimbledon wants to take away the power of all nobles. You see what happened in the Northern Region. The businessmen have hinted it repeatedly, and now the Willow Town provides the best example. And now you¡¯re wondering whether you will be the next?¡± ¡°Please mind your language, Your Excellency.¡± His mean and rude remarks made the nobles frown. ¡°Let me explain,¡± said Guye, waving his hand toward the Earl of Rock, ¡°In fact, I believe everyone is aware that our new king is definitely not an ordinary person. Since he went to Border Town, everything he has done is beyond imagination. So it¡¯s meaningless to judge his actions by the old standards and your past experience. I have sent my men to the Western Region. Roland Wimbledon doesn¡¯t conceal his real thoughts. He plans to abolish the noble¡¯s feudal power and just reserve their titles¡­ This has basically become his mission of his ruling, and the slogan has been openly put up in the city square.¡± His calming voice eased the mood of the nobles. He continued to say, ¡°You may say that Redwater City isn¡¯t his domain. But the Longsong Stronghold wasn¡¯t his either, let alone the Northern Region. Roland Wimbledon will be the King of Graycastle sooner or later. When that day comes, even if he claims that the whole kingdom is his domain, what else can we do other than accept it? And that will definitely happen.¡± After a short pause, Guye said, ¡°If we lose our domain and subjects, what else do we own?¡± ¡°But what can we do?¡± Huth, another Baron, interrupted impatiently, ¡°King Timothy was defeated, so was the church. Who else can stop him? Last time when the Western Region army came to Redwater City, we saw how they fought. Within 60 meters, the snow powder weapon is irresistible, and even heavy-armored knights can¡¯t approach. How can we resist such power?¡± Hearing that, the crowd chimed in. ¡°Of course there¡¯s a solution,¡± George said in a cold voice. ¡°Although the snow powder weapon is powerful, it has some flaws. It can only be used in an open space. The bigger space, the more powerful. But when in a confined environment, its power is limited.¡± ¡°A confined¡­ environment?¡± ¡°The Lord¡¯s castle, for example,¡± he said word by word while glancing at the nobles who were present, ¡°When Roland Wimbledon arrives at Redwater City, he¡¯ll definitely live in the castle. Only a few guards can live there, so as long as we can arrange more men there, we¡¯ll be in an advantageous position.¡± ¡°Did Lord Delta agree to cooperate with you?¡±Levitan asked in surprise. ¡°You know his personality. It¡¯s impossible for him to do such a thing. Even if he was pointed by a sword to his neck, he would not resist.¡± said George, shaking his head dismissively, ¡°But he really did me a lot of favor. In the castle, there¡¯re lots of secret paths which lead to the outer city area. As long as we send our people in the castle ahead, they won¡¯t be found.¡± ¡°How did you¡­ know it?¡± ¡°Thanks to Earl Delta, he likes to dig here and there in the city, and I bribed the masons for the information. As the saying goes, a crafty person has more than one hideout. I don¡¯t know whether he¡¯s cautious or timid,¡± George sneered and said, ¡°I originally planned to kill him in this way, but I think it¡¯ll work just as well on Prince Roland.¡± ¡°But this is treason¡­¡± Huth muttered, ¡°And if Roland Wimbledon were killed, his army would likewise flatten us!¡± ¡°Who said we¡¯re going to kill him?¡± replied George, knocking on the table with displeasure. ¡°As long as we seize Roland, we can have the situation under control. Since the new king is alive, his army won¡¯t dare to put his life at risk. Maybe we can even force his army to retreat. Once the news spreads, those nobles will definitely side with us. Don¡¯t forget, the Western Region is the only domain he¡¯s truly had his hands on. When that day comes, it¡¯s hard to say whether the Duke of the Northern Region will still support him.¡± ¡°But after all, he is¡­¡± ¡°He hasn¡¯t been a real king yet, Baron Huth.¡± Guye Yurianne interrupted him, ¡°He hasn¡¯t held the coronation, nor did he proclaim himself as a king. We can select another Wimbledon, who believes in aristocracies and follows the traditions, as the king. We¡¯ll find such a man in the king¡¯s city as long as we try.¡± ¡°By that time, maybe someone will stand out before we look for him.¡± George lowered his voice, ¡°And we should know how much we¡¯ll benefit from this. Losing everything or glorifying your family, what are you hesitating about?¡± His words immediately caused a stir among the nobles. Obviously, they already knew what they should choose. George Nery was not surprised by the result. The nobles he summoned had been in favor of Timothy before. Even if Timothy was dead, they would not choose Prince Roland with whom they had a conflict of interests. Further, the prospective benefits were enough to tempt this group of cowards to take a bold action. However, their ability was limited. If no one led them, they were nothing but a rabble. He was the only qualified person to assume the post of the lord of Redwater City and run the Central Region. After a moment, Levitan and his party seemed to have made their decisions. They asked, ¡°What¡¯re we going to do next?¡± ¡°Put some of your reliable knights under my command¡­ Then, just wait,¡± George said with confidence. Chapter 863 Chapter 863: A Prelude Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two days later, the fleets of Roland Wimbledon arrived at the pier of Redwater City. Earl Delta, who had received the message earlier, took the matter very seriously. At his command, the pier was not only thoroughly cleaned, but was also decorated with eye-catching satin and banners. On the day when Roland arrived, Earl Delta led the nobles outside the city gate and greeted Roland in the suburb. He was much more enthusiastic than he had been upon the arrival of the First Army earlier. As the great nobles in the Central Region, George Nery and Guye Yurianne were naturally among the greeting crowd. He had to admit the new king¡¯s presence was indeed impressive. It was not the first time for George to see the steel ship named after Prince Roland. However, after seeing it again after half a year, the ship still shocked him in the same way as it had done before. Following it, concrete ships were neatly lined, much more than last time. Their snow-white chimneys and heavy smoke seemed to reach to the sky. When he saw the soldiers who wore uniforms of the same color walk down the pier, he could not help admiring it. If he had such an army to serve for the Rock family, it was not impossible for him to fight for the throne in the royal palace of the king¡¯s city, not to mention Redwater City. ¡°This fool. I really don¡¯t know how he¡¯s smartened himself up.¡± George spatted and said, ¡°When I was in the king¡¯s city about five or six years ago, he was obviously the stupidest one. He was totally incomparable to his elder brothers. Even his little sister, who had scarcely been out of the shell back then, was much better than him.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t that mean that Prince Roland is the most sophisticated one?¡± said the Earl of Tririver, shrugging, ¡°Since he can develop the border to such a degree and overshadow all of his siblings, he¡¯s definitely not a fool. Remember to smile and show your hospitality.¡± ¡°Of course I know,¡± George replied carelessly. ¡°After all, he¡¯s a member of the royal family. Even if he¡¯s a fool, I¡¯ll do my best. Rest assured.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great.¡± At this moment, a loud horn sounded in the direction of the pier and a stir was aroused in the crowd. He knew that Roland Wimbledon, the ruler of the Western Region, or the new king of Graycastle, showed up. ¡°How¡¯s your preparation going?¡± George asked under his breath. ¡°I¡¯ve already sent 51 men to the castle,¡± said Guye, who remained still in his position, pretending to be eager to see the arrival of His Majesty, ¡°In two days, I can send the rest of them.¡± ¡°Me too,¡± said George, smiling faintly, ¡°so we still have lots of time. Then we¡¯ll have a bigger chance.¡± He had talked with Guye several times what Roland would do after he entered Redwater City. Roland was most likely to reach an agreement with Earl Delta before he announced to forfeit their feudal power. After all, Redwater City was a large city and there were lots of nobles with domains around it. Therefore, it was impossible for him to act as quickly as he did in Willow Town. Since Delta was indecisive, it might cost him several days to make up his mind. And then it would take another few days before the news spread and the other nobles responded to it. During this time period, George could fill the secret paths with a sufficient number of his people without being noticed. Then when the bell at midnight tolled, their men would rush into the castle altogether. The snow powder weapon would be useless. Since they had more people they needed and they were in a favorable geographical position, it would be impossible for Roland Wimbledon to escape. ¡°He¡¯s coming,¡± Guye reminded George. George immediately put on a smile and stepped forward. Among the greeting group, the first row was the family members of Earl Delta, and the second row was great nobles like him. Earl Delta stood beside the new king and was introducing the nobles with a flattering smile. When George saw his round face with his broad grin and quivering double chin, he could not help having a bad turn in his stomach. He still remembered that the Earl had been the same obnoxious toady when Timothy the second prince had led his army into Redwater City. ¡°Your Majesty, this is the lord of Rock Ridge, Earl George Nery.¡± Delta finally walked to him. ¡°I¡¯m greatly honored, Your Majesty,¡± said George with his most cordial tone, pressing his chest with his right hand and bending deeply, ¡°Rock Ridge has the most fragrant tea and fruit wine. It¡¯ll be my great honor if you can pay a visit.¡± ¡°Really?¡± The reply from Roland took George by surprise, ¡°Where¡¯s your domain?¡± ¡°As a ruler, shouldn¡¯t he say that the honor is his and that he would pay a visit at his convenience?¡± George thought, but he quickly replied, ¡°Just on the east of Redwater City. Two kilometers to the east and behind the first mountain you see is the domain of the Nery family.¡± ¡°It sounds like a nice place. I hope you¡¯ll treasure it,¡± said the new king, who patted him on the shoulder and smiled. Treasure it? What does he mean? George frowned without Roland noticing it. Without betraying his suspicion on his face, he replied, ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Nothing out of normal happened during the greeting ceremony. After everyone met Roland, Earl Delta announced that he would hold a grand banquet at the Lakeside Villa. Then he ordered the knights to clear the road ahead and escort the king to the city. Everything went as planned and even a little exceeded his expectation. The new king¡¯s army did not rush into Redwater City. Instead, they were stationed in the pier area in the suburb. Roland was followed by less than 100 guards. When they lived in the castle, about 20 guards would be able to guard outside his bedroom. He was certain about the result. However, he felt a little restless out of no reason. Roland¡¯s smile seemed to be weird¡­ He could not tell the reason, but he could not help feeling an ineffable chill looming over his heart. George shook his head and put all the thoughts behind. ¡°Maybe I was wrong,¡± he thought, ¡°Even if he¡¯s brooding on something, they¡¯ll be meaningless the moment he entered the castle. When he¡¯s in my hands, I¡¯ll talk with him about what happened earlier.¡± By that time, I won¡¯t have to try to please him, and he¡¯ll not be in a mood to show such a strange smile. The night fell. Everyone in the city knew that the last prince of the Wimbledon family was in Redwater City. As he was most probably the king of Graycastle, the whole city celebrated it. The vast Inner City was as bright as the day, so was the Lakeside Villa. It had always been the place to entertain distinguished guests, and the dining hall, which was built above the lake, was linked with Redwater River and supported by dozens of hundreds-year-old larches. A trestle-like corridor led to the shore and there was even running water in the hall. To please the new king, Earl Delta spared no effort in bringing all the seasonal gourmet food in the surrounding area to the table, and some of them were something George first laid his eyes upon. However, he did not pay much attention to the food. In addition to Roland Wimbledon¡¯s action, he had to also keep an eye on those nobles who supported the Lord of Redwater City. After the new king showed up in the dining hall, George could not help frowning. All of those guards around Roland turned out to be women. Chapter 864 Chapter 864: An Announcement Translator: TransN Editor: TransN George silently counted and found that there were altogether 10 women. The number did not exceed what the royal family was allowed to have. Among them, six were guards, wearing short robes and leather pants for convenience. As soon as they entered the hall, they scattered and each took a position at a corner. It was not surprising for a lord to keep some female guards. Actually, George also kept two in his mansion. He did not really expect them to fight but just had them for fun, especially when he went hunting in the wild. It always aroused him when he took off their seductive leather armor and cleaned their feet landing on top of them. But it was weird to bring them on such a formal occasion. In terms of physical strength, women were born to be weaker than men, and the gap between them was insurmountable. Therefore, most outstanding guards and knights were men. Except for having fun, no one would bring those women guards who were mere eye candies. Not to mention the appearances of these women were¡­ so unbearable. George was not picky, but he believed that these women would be kicked out even in some low-grade brothels in Redwater City. From their homely faces and rough skin, he guessed that they were about 30 or 40 years old. Wrinkles and dark spots spread nearly from their foreheads to chins. They had a slender figure due to long-term exercises, but their faces really turned any men off. Did Roland Wimbledon have such a special taste? However, when he turned his eyes to the woman holding the new king¡¯s arm, he immediately repudiated his previous assumption. That was a gorgeous young woman who looked perfect from every angle. Her lake-blue eyes were like crystal gems and attracted anyone who looked at them. No doubt they were the most beautiful eyes George had ever seen. Once she entered the hall, the crowd fell into silence for a moment. Even the appearance of Edith Kant, the Pearl of the Northern Region, had not created such a stir. If the girl had not stood beside the new king, she would definitely have been surrounded by most of the nobles in the hall. The last two women were veiled. It seemed that they did not want others to see their faces. That was rare at a banquet, though acceptable. If you did not want to be seen, you could choose not to attend it. Dressing in this way would attract more attention. ¡°Have a drink?¡± Guye came over with two glasses of wine at the moment. ¡°Thanks,¡± he took the glass, followed him to a corner of the hall, and asked, ¡°Did you notice anything?¡± ¡°The woman beside Roland is¡­ a little weird,¡± whispered the Earl of Tririver. ¡°Don¡¯t you think she¡¯s too gorgeous?¡± ¡°Did you notice that too?¡± George touched the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation in his pocket and whispered, ¡°I guess¡­ she¡¯s probably a witch.¡± ¡°I also think so. If she were from any noble family, it¡¯s impossible that we had never heard of her.¡± If was not a secret that Roland recruited a lot of witches. News of this kind spread from the king¡¯s city to Redwater. At first, the news only spread among the Rats, but then after the king¡¯s city was occupied and the church was defeated, more and more people talked about it. The new king did not publicly proclaim his attitude, but people gradually stopped persecuting witches, as no one dared to go against the new king regarding this matter. However, few nobles took the ¡°recruitment¡± seriously. In their opinion, a witch was like a woman guard. She would be kept for appreciation, and be used when they had special needs. After all, witches were renowned for their beauty. Even during the period when the church and Timothy were hunting down witches, some people would hide witches at risk of their lives. Nevertheless, it was not understandable as to why Roland brought a witch to the banquet. Did the constant victories make the new king lose his head and start to act recklessly in his private life? Or was he really serious about the woman¡­ George immediately denied his second guess. Witches were infertile. That alone made it impossible for her to be his wife. Perhaps he brought her to the banquet on a whim. However, that was good. When Roland was in his hands, this was undoubtedly excellent ¡°evidence¡± of his crime. He could blame Roland for ignoring the noble traditions, and even for insulting the ladies who came to the banquet with the nobles. Of course, the criticism would not affect a royal family member much but would definitely incriminate that witch. As for how to punish her, of course, it would be decided by him. Earl of Tririver apparently also had the same thought. He grinned and said, ¡°You can¡¯t have her alone.¡± ¡°Of course I won¡¯t forget you, old friend,¡± said George, raising his glass, ¡°I¡¯ll surely let you take the first shot.¡± They looked at each other, and could not help laughing after a moment. The banquet went well. After drinking a toast with the new king, the nobles with similar titles gathered together. The men talked about their recent hunting, harvest and affairs, while women talked about their delicate silk garments and luxurious jewelry. George Nery was also surrounded by lots of nobles. At least it appeared that his supporters were no less than that of the lord of Redwater City. Some people who had been on the fence also started to approach him, as they had apparently heard the rumor that the king was prepared to abolish their feudal power. George had more confidence now, and his previous inexplicable uneasiness gradually faded away. That was right. He had enough time. Roland Wimbledon, after all, was an outsider, and he had to make exponential efforts if he wanted to make any changes. However, the Rock family had been living here for hundreds of years, so he was naturally at a geographical advantage. This advantage became even more palpable when Roland appeared to be reckless and arrogant. Now George even believed that they could directly capture the new king just with the guards of his and those of the earl of Tririver¡¯s, as well as Levitan and other nobles. However, after thinking for a moment, George gave up this idea. After all, the Lakeside Villa was an open space and was hard for them to hold. They also have difficulty in transferring troops, so it would be more appropriate to carry out his plan when Roland lived in the castle. Just after two days, the young king would be a caged bird. ¡°Please be quiet.¡± Just then, Earl Delta suddenly clapped his hands and drew everyone¡¯s attention to the center of the hall. He said, ¡°His Majesty wants to tell you something.¡± George put a piece of juicy spareribs into his mouth and thought, ¡°Is he going to make the closing speech? Finally, the banquet is over.¡± ¡°First of all, I would like to thank Earl Delta for preparing this sumptuous banquet. I¡¯m also pleased to see so many people be invited here,¡± said Roland, looking around the hall with a smile, ¡°If I remember correctly, nearly all the nobles around Redwater City have come?¡± Seeing his smile, George could not help feeling a chill. He thought, ¡°It¡¯s that smile again¡­ A fake smile. His smile simply hanged his lips¡­ What¡¯s he thinking?¡± ¡°Except for two who are ill, the rest of the invitees are here, Your Majesty,¡± Delta nodded. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll take this opportunity and tell you directly,¡± said Roland slowly, with his hands behind his back, ¡°From now on, Redwater City and the domains around it will belong to me, the king of Graycastle. It won¡¯t be conferred in the future. In other words¡­¡± He paused and said, ¡°None of you will be hereditary nobles any longer.¡± Chapter 865 Chapter 865: Mind Reading Translator: TransN Editor: Meh ¡°Wh¡ªat?¡± George blinked. For a moment, he couldn¡¯t believe his own ears. Looking at Earl Tririver next to him, he saw that the Earl was bewildered too. At that moment, all the nobles¡¯ expressions resembled Guye¡¯s. The room was shocked into silence, so much so that you would have been able to hear a pin-drop in the room. This¡­ wasn¡¯t a part of the plan! Could this mean that Roland Wimbledon has already persuaded Earl Delta? He then looked at the Lord of Redwater City and his assumption was immediately dismissed. The Earl was no calmer than the others, and with his eyes wide open, he looked at the new king with disbelief. Obviously, he did not expect the new king to have this plan up his sleeve when he himself was the one who invited the guests over to the banquet. To Delta, it was only routine to be attending the banquet in Lakeside Villa. As was the same for the others. This is just Roland¡¯s selfish move! Is he¡­ mad? ¡°I think most of you have noticed that the feudal system has severely hindered the flow and specialization of personnel, which in turn has restricted the development of our nation¡¯s productivity. Considering that Graycastle¡­ and even the entire human race may soon fall into a major crisis, I have to make this tough decision, which is to take back all the land and power in your hands so that people in the Graycastle can work as one.¡± ¡°Specialization of personnel? Productivity? Major crisis? What the hell is the guy talking about? Who understands those things?¡± George thought and swallowed hard. Yet the new king seemed not to care about the nobles¡¯ opinions. He kept on talking as if there was no one present, ¡°For the moment, I believe that this decision is both right and necessary. Take The Western Region and the Northern Region of Graycastle as examples: the disappearance of feudal nobles didn¡¯t cause chaos in the two regions but instead brought them order. The unified Neverwinter decrees, planning, and deployment of policies have propelled the propelled the city into the industrial age, with large factories taking over from household workshops as the workhorses of production. At the same time, a large amount of wealth has been created, and people who actively participated in this process have benefited greatly. These are undeniable facts, and I think you can all see it.¡± ¡°With that said, I don¡¯t mean to eliminate the entire noble class. I just want to tell you that losing your manor and the title doesn¡¯t mean you¡¯ll lose everything. In this new system, you will gain better, more abundant opportunities. Imagine a cake the size of your palm. Although you might be able to barely satisfy your hunger if you swallow it all, if you were to enlarge that cake to the size of a table, you will have more than enough even if you only get a slice of it. Since this reform is beneficial to both you and your subjects, it shouldn¡¯t be hard to understand why we want to make it a comprehensive reform across the kingdom. Many of you must have heard of the reform, right?¡± ¡°Indeed, many nobles know what you¡¯re up to, but they didn¡¯t expect you to be so impatient.¡± George thought quickly. After the initial shock, he gradually regained his composure. To his surprise, he found that this accident was not necessarily a bad thing, and it might even be favorable for him! It was almost impossible to reach a consensus with the amount of nobles present. On the contrary, it would aggravate the preexisting conflicts between them and the new king. George was happy to see that the king¡¯s talk actually saved his effort to make himself look good in front of all those present. After all, compared with making his move after persuading the Redwater City Lord, what the new king did was too reckless. This could quickly push those who previously wanted to support Earl Delta to his side. As expected, when the nobles came to their senses, one of them said, ¡°Your Majesty¡­ I¡¯m not too familiar with the situation in the Western and Northern regions. Would Your Majesty be so inclined to give me a couple of days to decide?¡± ¡°Yes, this matter is of utmost importance and would decide the fate of my house. I can¡¯t make the decision on my own.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, can you guarantee that each of us will get more wealth?¡± ¡°What if the reform fails? If we lose our lands, doesn¡¯t it mean that even the original small cake would be lost? ¡°Your policy must be wise and brilliant, but¡­ I¡¯m not a merchant, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. There we go,¡± George gloated. The more questions they throw towards the new king, the more insightful he himself would appear. If Roland were unable to assure the nobles of his reformation plans, he would be stuck in quite an awkward spot. Roland, however, kept his unwavering facial expression. After the crowd rambled on for a while, the King raised one hand and silenced the room. ¡°You seem to be misunderstanding something¡ªwhat I just said was not a suggestion but an order¡ªdid you think that you had any say in this to begin with?¡± His tone turned less friendly and colder. ¡°I don¡¯t even need your consent. I¡¯m fully aware of who¡¯ll stand on the wagon of progress and join me, and who¡¯ll act as the stubborn rocks blocking the wheels just to be crushed into dust.¡± ¡°How¡­ do you know that?¡± Earl Delta said with surprise. A smile crept up Roland¡¯s face. ¡°Because I can read minds.¡± ¡°What¡­ did you say?¡± ¡°When faced with things beyond your comprehension, it¡¯s normal to be suspicious.¡± Roland turned over, signaled to Edith, then said, ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll demonstrate it to you.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region nodded. She smiled to the nobles and said, ¡°His Majesty¡¯s ability can be easily proved. As long as you repeat every word that I say, you¡¯ll understand it instantly. No lie can escape the detection of His Majesty¡¯s mind reading. The Wimbledon¡¯s rule of Graycastle depends on the mastery of this ability. I want to make it clear that anyone who doesn¡¯t repeat after me will be considered as one of those rocks to be crushed.¡± ¡°Nonsense! This is absolute nonsense. There¡¯s no such a thing as mind reading. It would have been more credible if a witch had said that.¡± George Nery retorted in his heart. Wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, he was not afraid of the bewitchment of any evil force. He wanted to call for the other nobles to help him put a stop to this farce, but he found that many nobles in the crowd looked like they were going to go along with Edith¡¯s suggestion. Many believed that they would have nothing to lose even if they tried, so they were actually waiting for Edith to continue speaking. George was not sure whether they were waiting for the King to make a fool of himself or were afraid of openly offending the King. Edith smiled. ¡°Everybody, please listen carefully. The first sentence is¡ªI completely agree with His Majesty¡¯s new policy, and I¡¯m will willingly cooperate with the officials dispatched from Neverwinter.¡± The nobles repeated carelessly; a few even failed to hold their laughter, feeling that what they were doing was rather ridiculous. ¡°None of you are telling the truth.¡± Roland gave his judgment. ¡°Although a little regretful, it¡¯s actually understandable. If it were me, I guess I also wouldn¡¯t have easily believed in the king who had stayed at the border area of Graycastle the whole time. Please continue.¡± ¡°Wait a minute¡­ Something¡¯s wrong.¡± George frowned. ¡°Would any king accept this result so calmly?¡± Being the Lord of Rock Ridge himself, although he was aware that not every one of his subjects was sincerely obedient to him, he never would want to hear that right to his face. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t he be embarrassed and annoyed? Why is Roland Wimbledon so calm?¡± ¡°The second sentence¡ªAlthought I don¡¯t understand what His Majesty wants to do, the feudal power isn¡¯t something I can¡¯t live without. I am willing to cooperate as long as the opportunities for me to acquire more wealth exists.¡± Edith licked her lips and said in high spirit. ¡°Please repeat after me word for word. Do make sure to speak clearly.¡± Chapter 866 Chapter 866: Smashing a Glass Translator: TransN Editor: Meh Things took a sharp turn after Edith¡¯s second question. Four nobles were escorted out of the crowd by the new King¡¯s guards. The crowd began to stir. ¡°Your Majesty.. what..?¡± ¡°Hmm, you guessed right. The four of them were telling the truth,¡± Roland said with his hands laid out. ¡°Their courage and their willingness to try earned them the qualification to come aboard my wagon. What we need for a reform, is people who dare to try¡± He then turned to the chosen nobles, ¡°Do your best. Don¡¯t waste this opportunity that has landed in your hands.¡± ¡°Yes, yes¡­ Your Majesty!¡± the four nobles said, feeling somewhat flattered. ¡°Nonsense!¡± George could not help but growl in his heart. ¡°Courage? Qualification? You must be kidding! Those guys are nothing but Barons who are on the verge of going bankrupt. They are title to nothing but barren lands with pathetic yield, poor management, and a lack of manpower. The output of their lands can barely make ends meet. So of course, they won¡¯t have a problem giving up on their lands. The lands under these ¡°nobles¡± are but symbolic. Upon losing the lands, they won¡¯t even be invited to the banquet. People like them actually got the new King¡¯s special attention? Or¡­ perhaps they¡¯ve colluded with Roland Wimbledon to put on this absurd show?¡± ¡°Wait a minute¡­¡± He suddenly recalled an unsettling story that came from the King¡¯s city not too long ago. There were only a few witnesses to this story about Prince Roland. It was said that after taking over the King¡¯s city, the Prince held a trial in the holy palace for those great nobles. Judging from the result, almost all the nobles who had controlled real power in the King¡¯s city had been swept away. Even Timothy was not spared. He had been sentenced to death. Rather than a trial, it would be more fitting to call it a purge. The proceedings of the trial were extremely bizarre. He heard that Roland had convicted the nobles with a Q&A game. The nobles had been asked to answer ten questions. If they responded to any question incorrectly, they would be sent to prison¡ªit was said that this seemingly ridiculous rule was due to mind reading. Back then, George didn¡¯t heed this rumor any mind and had considered it a story fabricated by the nobles who had luckily escaped punishment to conceal their guilt and cowardice. He firmly believed that this so-called mind reading was just Roland judging the nobles based on his personal preference as he would never spare the former king¡¯s ministers. But now, George was not so sure about his original judgment anymore. ¡°Could¡­ the rumors be real?¡± ¡°Here comes the third sentence. Listen carefully,¡± Edith¡¯s voice sounded once again, ¡°I have no intentions of giving up my land and power, but in front of overwhelming power, I wouldn¡¯t want to lose my life over them either.¡± She gestured to the crowd. ¡°Now your turn.¡± The atmosphere in the hall changed. Those who initially repeated after Edith carelessly were now filled with mixed feelings after they saw the first batch of nobles being escorted out the crowd after earning the new King¡¯s recognition. This time, even the timing of the responses were off. Yet the guards still picked out more nobles. To George Nery¡¯s surprise, Earl Delta was also among them. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Guye quietly moved to George and asked with a low voice. ¡°Does this mean the new King has persuaded them?¡± George did a head count. Altogether, 21 nobles had been chosen, among whom a few actually discussed with him the plan to fight against Roland not long ago. Without those nobles and their servants, the crowd was downsized a half. ¡°Im-Impossible. If Roland had contacted so many of them, I would have noticed.¡± George gritted his teeth. ¡°They must have been chosen on the spot.¡± ¡°Then¡­ why didn¡¯t they say so?¡± Baron Levitan also scooched closer to George. ¡°That guy Huth was still with us in the beginning!¡± ¡°What?¡± George glared at him. ¡°¡®My lord, you have wronged me. My lands are more important than anything else. I¡¯d rather die for it¡¯. Would you say something like that?¡± ¡°Um, I¡­¡± ¡°What an idiot.¡± Georgy thought angrily . ¡°The point here isn¡¯t the nobles who are being chosen, but those left behind. Roland Wimbledon could just close his eyes and pick anyone as his follower, then suppress those who are left behind. But how could he make sure those who support the Lord of Redwater City instead of himself aren¡¯t left behind? If he chooses wrongly, it will only push those who have supported him to the opposite side. Such a trick has no other meaning than giving the nobles a warning. Or, could he just wanted to show off his mind-reading skill? Looking around, once again G eorge made sure that the new king only took six guards with him. Even though only one or two nobles were left behind and the new king wanted to punish them as a warning to the others, these six guards most likely would not be enough to control the crowd. At least, he and Earl Tririver would not sit idly by and do nothing. ¡°Submitting before power is nothing to be embarrassed about,¡± smiling at the second batch of chosen nobles, Roland said. ¡°Since ancient times, the powerful have ruled the weak. Being able to size up the situation correctly and act correspondingly is no less commendable than having courage. Your ancestors were able to take over a spot for themselves in Graycastle and even continued their bloodline instead of getting forgotten through the passage of time. This achievement alone is a proof of their capability. I¡¯m glad to see that you all have inherited their wisdom. Moreover, I promise that you won¡¯t be treated differently from the previous batch of nobles. I only hope you remember what you said today. When you have to make similar decisions in the future, just make sure to keep in mind the might of Neverwinter.¡± Then he looked at the Pearl of the Northern Region. ¡°Next sentence.¡± Edith nodded. ¡°The fourth sentence¡ªI don¡¯t want to give up either of them and I don¡¯t know which to choose.¡± This sentence was very short. However, from amongst the remaining nobles, only five or six of them repeated it; most of the others chose to be silent, perhaps because they had noticed that they were being differentiated. Among those who repeated, the guards only chose three. ¡°Ahem. Your Majesty, we believe that you can read minds. So let¡¯s call it off now.¡± ¡°Yes. After all, this is a welcome banquet. You see¡­¡± Earl Delta and Earl Tririver tried to appeal to the King one after another. ¡°There are fewer neutrals than I¡¯ve imagined.¡± But Roland acted as if he did not hear them. ¡°Being irresolute and hesitant can¡¯t actually be counted as positive characters, especially so when facing the tide of reformation. But you still belong to the category that is reformable. Why don¡¯t you guys stay here for now? You will probably change your mind in a moment.¡± He paused, then said to the remaining nobles, ¡°Here comes the last sentence, but I¡¯m guessing that you already know what it is about. In this case, I¡¯ll spell it out for you myself¡ª¡± ¡°No matter what, I¡¯ll not hand over my lands or power. For this purpose, I am willing to take a risk¡ªas long as I can defeat the King, my house and fortune will live on!¡± In a split second, the hearth seemed to sway without any wind. Nobody in the hall dared open their mouth. The air felt icy cold. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter even if you don¡¯t speak. As I said before, this isn¡¯t a suggestion but an order,¡± Roland spoke slowly. ¡°People who don¡¯t repeat will lose their qualification to get on my wagon. Your road ends here.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± George scowled. ¡°How can you convict us without any evidence or a proper trial?¡± There were still 27 nobles remaining, which was far more than George had expected. According to their titles, each had two to four attendants with them. So altogether, there were more than 60 people left, some of which were probationary knights. ¡°What good would it do for the new king to corner us like this? Doesn¡¯t he worry about backlash from the nobles? ¡°Your Majesty, if you¡¯re just kidding, I think it¡¯s already gone far enough.¡± Guye still managed to keep his kind face and said patiently, ¡°Your last sentence carried the joke too far. We can¡¯t say it out. How can you be sure that¡¯s what in everybody¡¯s mind? At least I myself will never betray the Wimbledon Family.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true¡­ I¡¯m wronged. I¡¯ve never thought about anything like that!¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please reconsider your words!¡± The nobles were shouting out their pleas one after another in loud voices. ¡°You know what? Mind reading works in such a way that the more you talk, the better it becomes¡± Roland was not swayed. He took over a crystal glass from Edith. ¡°You can save your words for the shovels and ores.¡± ¡°O-Ores?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. You¡¯ll be escorted to the North Slope Mine to labor for 20 years in punishment for your conspiracy¡ªafter all you haven¡¯t actually acted against me,¡± the new king then spoke in a dangerous tone, ¡°but¡­ if you resist my verdict in any way, your conspiracy will become treason. When that happens, you¡¯ll be sentenced to death.¡± Roland drank the wine in his glass with one gulp, then tossed it. The glass traveled along an arc before it fell at George¡¯s feet, where it shattered into pieces. ¡°Arrest them!¡± Chapter 867 Chapter 867: A Meaningful Smile Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Insane, this guy is¡­ absolutely crazy! George Nery could hardly believe that the relation between the Redwater nobles and the new king would deteriorate to the present state. He just could not understand why the king would assume that the nobles would allow themselves to be seized without putting up a fight. The new king brings only six female guards to fight against more than 60 people. Does he really believe that his guards are as hard as nails? Though he¡¯s supported by the witches, they can¡¯t guarantee victory in front of the nobles that are wearing the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation! Immediately after Roland gave an order, one of his guards went to the door while another one stayed with him. The remaining four all drew their daggers and approached the nobles step by step. All the nobles and their men unsheathed their swords. None of them wanted to put down their weapons and surrender to the king when they themselves significantly outnumbered the king¡¯s guards. ¡°Your, Your Majesty!¡± The lord of the Redwater City looked pale. ¡°Everybody calm down. If you¡¯ve any issues, we can discuss it!¡± Unfortunately, it was too late. George exchanged a knowing look with Guye. They decided to change their plan and fight in this villa! Although this place was hard to defend, it was still good for them to take action here since most of the Redwater nobles were gathered in this villa today. George believed that seizing Roland here would quickly swing them to his side¡ªjust like Prince Roland had said, strength decided everything. But unfortunately for the prince, the Redwater nobles were the more powerful side in the Lakeside Villa. ¡°I can¡¯t accept it!¡± Guye shouted and then walked out of the crowd, holding his sword in his hand. This seemingly amiable man looked irritated now. ¡°I can¡¯t say anything if this is a judgment based on valid evidence. Please excuse me for being blunt. Nobles should never be trifled with. Even if King Wimbledon III himself had asked me to do this, I would have refused him! Your Highness, you forced us to act this way!¡± All the four tall guards following Earl Tririver held their heads high, stood unyielding and unafraid in front of the new king. They seemed to be more impressive than the king¡¯s attendants. ¡°Well done. Being a noble himself, the royal prince can¡¯t deny this high-sounding rhetoric. It¡¯s both inspiring and provocative. Now, all we need to do is catch Roland and we will have the final say!¡± George thought to himself. The new king would surely not have expected that this old man with gray, grizzled hair would turn out to be an excellent fighter. Guye Yurianne was born with supernatural strength. At the age of 15, he had led two knights and managed to eliminate a band of robbers based near the river estuary. When he had reached young adulthood, he had mastered all kinds of weapons and had been unrivaled in the fighting matches between the nobles. Some people called him ¡°Guye the Giant¡± and firmly believed that he would have been remembered as one of the strongest knights in history if he had not been born a great noble. Moreover, each of his four servants qualified as a probationary knight. If they were engaged in combat with the king¡¯s guards, Roland Wimbledon would not be able to escape from Earl Tririver by himself. ¡°Go and help him, and keep an eye on Miss Edith,¡± George told his attendants. ¡°Yes.¡± A few more people stepped out of the crowd. Guye strode toward Roland who smiled even more merrily now, seemingly undisturbed by the ongoing tension. The earl could not help but clench his fist and thought, ¡°Go ahead and laugh. This is your last chance to be arrogant. Next, you¡¯ll be so shocked that you can¡¯t even cry out your fear!¡± ¡°Attack!¡± Guye dashed forward and struck his sword at the female guard beside Roland when the earl and his men were only ten steps away from the new king. His strike was so powerful and fast that people around even heard the whistling sound of the sword cracking through the air. No one could dodge this attack. It could only be blocked! Once the guard evaded it as they had expected, Roland would be left unprotected. ¡°Clang¡ª¡ªSizz¡ª¡ª¡± George heard two consecutive sounds. The former was a clear, melodious collision sound of metal weapons, and the latter sounded like a blade cutting through flesh. A piece of broken sword shot into the air while spinning and then got thrust into the wooden floor. Soon the head of Earl Tririver hit the ground too. It slid smoothly to one side and then fell from his neck, bouncing twice on the floor before stopping. The blood from the wound left a bright red trail behind it. What¡­ happened exactly? Did someone just behead Guye the Giant and break his sword in half with just one strike? How¡¯s it possible? Before George recovered from the shock, the crowd began to stir. Clashes of swords and awful screams were everywhere¡ªthe broken sword was like a signal for the four female guards to simultaneously launch their attacks from different directions and start this bloody fight. George was terrified when he realized he could hardly follow those guards¡¯ movements through the naked eye. Their strength was very impressive too. Anything in their hands could be used as a lethal weapon. They were nothing like human beings and could even hurt people with just their fists and fingers. The nobles felt as if they were fighting steel warriors! ¡°Monsters. They¡¯re are a group of monsters. No mortal body can be that strong!¡± he screamed in his heart. ¡°But¡­ if you make any rebellious action, your conspiracy will become concrete facts. When that happens, you¡¯ll be sentenced to death instead of ending up in the mine.¡± He suddenly remembered the new king¡¯s words. It was like a bolt of lightning flashing across his mind. Maybe he was waiting for this moment? He turned his head with some difficulty to look at Roland Wimbledon. An unstoppable chill crept from the soles of his feet up to his spine¡ªat this moment, he finally understood the meaning behind that smile. This is definitely a trap! The new king deliberately left the First Army outside the city except for about 100 guards and took only six guards to this banquet. He pretended to be tough and uncompromising only to lure us into attacking him! He threatened to send us to some mine. No¡­ he lied and had no intention of letting the remaining nobles live. He would have been really disappointed if we had decided to surrender. That¡¯s it¡­ that¡¯s a smile of expectation. He was waiting for us to walk into his trap step by step and was amused to see us digging our own graves. This is a vicious smile. That¡¯s why I can¡¯t sense even the slightest bit of happiness in this cold face. ¡°Spa-Spare our lives¡­¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I surrender!¡± ¡°Me too. The Levitan family pledges their allegiance to you!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll give you whatever you want! Please spare me!¡± The situation was deteriorating rapidly for George. Though the remaining nobles still significantly outnumbered the king¡¯s four female guards, they knelt down to beg for mercy as they were the ones that seemed to be at a disadvantage. George dropped his sword helplessly. The nobles had already exposed their intention to rebel and overthrow the new king the moment they had drawn their swords. Disobedience, discontent, fear and anger kept going back and forth through his mind, and then all the feelings dissolved into nothingness when a long sword struck him on his back. The sounds of fighting and begging faded away. The last scene he saw was a sloping hall and a pool of blood that rushed toward him. Chapter 868 Chapter 868: The Black Pearl Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°This feeling¡­ is so great.¡± Edith took a deep breath while savoring the tang of blood in the air. She was intrigued by the panic spreading among the crowd. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches were rapidly tightening the ring of encirclement. The so-called resistance lasted only for a short period of time. For the Taquila survivors, these nobles were no different from the common people that had no titles, and they would never hesitate to kill these self-satisfied common people who had no magic power. Edith was clear that they killed those nobles because another common person ordered them to do so. She was also confident that under the influence of this common man, these God¡¯s Punishment Witches would also follow her commands, even though she was just a common person like him. This was the charm of power. Through bonds and negotiations, a common person could manipulate people¡¯s interests, goals, desires and aspirations to create a force which was much more powerful than his or her own strength. When the last rebel was struck down, No. 76, Phyllis, dropped her sword which had many breaches now and reported to Roland. ¡°Your Majesty, the filtering procedure is completed.¡± The floor was littered with over 60 corpses. Their blood solidified into dark red blocks, looking like red wax in the flickering light of the bonfire. There was a dead silence. All the remaining nobles clenched their teeth and were afraid to make any noise. None of them wanted to become the next corpse. All the three ¡°unsteady¡± nobles had already collapsed to the ground and were trembling with fear. Even without Nightingale, Edith herself could guess the replies of the remaining nobles if they heard the same question again at this moment. Fear was a guarantee of loyalty. And none of the nobles killed in the filtering procedure was innocent. During the first half of the banquet, Isabella had wiped out all the effects of their God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation in order for Nightingale to use her lie-detecting ability. By doing so, she could make those nobles believe that Roland had a mind-reading skill. The biggest mistake of the dead nobles was that they had overestimated themselves. These great nobles who had wielded absolute power over thousands of subjects turned out to be vulnerable in the face of greater power. The new king took back over half of the domains around the Redwater city through this fight. As compared to such a great achievement, Edith thought her success in eliminating the two great noble families in the City of Evernight was not worth mentioning. Fortunately, this plan worked. His Majesty had shown her enough trust, and the witches had followed her commands. The king had even adapted all the five statements she had composed without changing a word. The only thing different from her original plan was the glass cup he had tossed. She did not understand why His Majesty had insisted on sending the signal by dropping the glass. Judging by common sense, she believed that this step would have been unnecessary, since this action would have been noticed by the enemy and the sound of it would have been drowned by some other noises. She had doubted this decision and had considered the preparation of the wine and glass as a waste. However, together with the lie about Roland¡¯s mind-reading ability, she realized that smashing the glass had indeed constituted a mystery atmosphere which had really scared the nobles. She had to admit that the king was better at tactics. She licked her lips in excitement. Choosing to serve Roland Wimbledon was really a right decision. With this thought in mind, she could not help looking at the king and was hoping to share with him the joy of success. However, she failed to find any excitement in his face and could even see a vague attitude of exclusion and boredom in his eyes. ¡°Is there any other banquet hall in this villa?¡± Roland asked in a deep voice. ¡°The-There¡¯s one next door,¡± said Earl Delta, swallowing hard. ¡°Let¡¯s move next door. I¡¯ve something to say.¡± He nodded. ¡°As for these insurgents, please ask your men to count and make a name list for me. I want to see this list, tonight.¡± ¡°Yes, Yes¡­ Your Majesty!¡± ¡°By the way, please open all the doors and windows in this hall and get rid of these dead bodies as soon as possible. This smell of rust is really disgusting.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll send my servants to take care of these things right now!¡± ¡°I see.¡± Pearl of the Northern Region thought in her heart. ¡°The king was not looking forward to this massacre. What he desires is a city managed by a well-operating City Hall when the nobles relinquish their power. For the king, killing is just a more effective way to intimidate the bystanders as compared to sending the rebels to the mines. Now it seems that he doesn¡¯t like killing and even gets disgusted by the smell of blood.¡± Her excitement suddenly died down. She even started to doubt herself¡­ Was my plan too cruel? If I had killed half of the rebels inside the hall and the other half outside, would it have looked any better? Though it was largely a matter of personal preference, she was still afraid that such a difference in attitude between her and the dominator with regards to killing would block her advancement in Roland¡¯s government. When everyone moved to the hall next door, the new king finally stopped knitting his brows. He cleared his throat and said in a cheerful voice, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Only the insurgents would be severely punished and their rebellion has already been suppressed. Now the top priority is restoring the order of the Redwater city and I need your help to do this.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please let us know what you want us to do!¡± All the nobles knelt down together. Roland nodded with satisfaction. ¡°Please get up. This is the first task I am giving you. Now that you¡¯ve returned your manors to the kingdom, it¡¯ll be meaningless for you to stay in your previous domains. I hope you¡¯ll gather in the Redwater City. This includes letting your freemen, serfs and their livestock immigrate to the city, and not just the members of your mansions.¡± ¡°But¡­ Your Majesty, where can we find enough food for those people if they all move to the city,¡± Earl Delta felt that he had no choice but to voice his objections. ¡°And we don¡¯t have that many fields around the city, if you¡¯re planning to make them work the land. I¡¯m afraid that we may cause famine and riots if we drive them into the city¡­¡± ¡°First of all, you¡¯ll get new wheat seeds called ¡®Golden Twos¡¯. The yield of this kind of wheat is ten times higher than that of normal wheat. Secondly, what Redwater city can¡¯t accommodate can be moved to the Western Region. I¡¯ll take in all of them, no matter how many they are.¡± All the nobles gasped in astonishment. ¡°Ten, Ten times higher?¡± ¡°Is there really such a kind of wheat?¡± ¡°But our subjects¡­¡± Roland interrupted, ¡°When you give up the fiefs, those people will naturally no longer be your subjects. They can decide to stay or leave by themselves. The efficiency of land usage in the past was too low, and all your lands were sparsely populated. A domain which was nearly 7 square kilometers could only support several thousands of people at most. Such a widely dispersed population is extremely inconvenient for the implementation of policies. Therefore it¡¯s inevitable to compress and move the people into certain big cities. I know you¡¯re still uncertain about the reform, but I can tell you it¡¯s the exact reason for the prosperity of Neverwinter. Don¡¯t worry if you still don¡¯t know what to do. I¡¯ll send some people here to teach you how to profit in the upcoming change.¡± ¡°Teach¡­ us?¡± Earl Delta stuttered. ¡°Yes, some officials who¡¯ve been well trained in the City Hall of Neverwinter will come to build a new administration system here to replace the former lords and manage these regions for me. You can join them to gain power and status, but by doing so, you can only get limited salaries. Alternatively, you can seek opportunities in the development of mass production to create endless wealth for yourselves, but if you choose to do so, you won¡¯t be allowed to interfere in government work and will have to follow all the government decrees and finish all the tasks given by City Hall.¡± Roland explained slowly. ¡°You don¡¯t need to make a hasty decision. This managing department will be set up tomorrow. You can consult them first before making a decision, but keep in mind that whichever choice you make, you¡¯ll achieve much more than the value of a piece of land.¡± Half an hour later, the nobles started to leave the hall. Roland heaved a sigh of relief. ¡°Now the situation in the Redwater City is stabilized.¡± ¡°And next, we¡¯re going to the Silver City and the old king¡¯s city. We¡¯ve finished the filtering procedure in the latter, so all we need to do is send some officials to manage it,¡± said Edith. ¡°I wonder how everything¡¯s going in the Eastern Front.¡± He looked out of the window and saw a bright moon hanging in the sky and the glassy surface of the lake shimmering with silver light. ¡°If nothing goes wrong, Iron Axe will arrive at Valencia tomorrow.¡± ¡°Ugh¡­ probably,¡± said Edith. When thinking about what she had told Iron Axe before the battle and how the king had reacted to the bloody killing today, she felt her heart suddenly skip a beat. She was somehow unsure of herself now. ¡°I hope that everything goes well.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Go back to the Adviser Department. You still have lots of work to do tonight.¡± According to the plan, after getting the name list of the insurgents, the First Army would go to clean up these rebels¡¯ domains at night as quickly as possible. That was why the troops had been stationed outside the city. ¡°Yes¡­ Your Majesty, I¡¯ll excuse myself.¡± Edith replied absent-mindedly. ¡°By the way,¡± he suddenly spoke when she was at the door of the hall, ¡°your plan was very clever. Good job.¡± Good¡­ job? Did I hear that right? His Majesty didn¡¯t mind what I did. At that moment, Pearl of the Northern Region felt an unprecedented sense of gratification. She suddenly realized that her worries were completely unnecessary and this was actually a correct choice for her to gain greater power. As His Majesty did not like these devious plans and tricks, he needed someone like her to do this stuff for him. This was exactly the part she was adept at. Edith bowed her head to salute the king and then quietly walked into the darkness. Chapter 869 Chapter 869: The Eastern Front Offensive Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°That¡¯s Valencia?¡± Iron Axe adjusted his telescope and was observing a city which looked gray and brown in the distance. ¡°It should be Valencia according to the map. After all, there¡¯s only one Sanwan River. We can¡¯t get it wrong,¡± said his lieutenant, Bearpaw. Like Iron Axe, he was also a former hunter living in Border Town and among the first batch of Roland¡¯s militia soldiers. ¡°It looks a little weird¡­¡± Iron Axe frowned. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Valencia is a major city in the Eastern Region and a well-established trading center of Graycastle. Together with the old king¡¯s city and the Eagle City, they formed the most thriving Central Region of the kingdom. I heard about its name even back in the Southernmost Region,¡± said Iron Axe, ¡°but don¡¯t you think it¡¯s weird we¡¯ve seen very few merchant ships here these days?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve no idea about this,¡± Bearpaw shrugged his shoulders and said. ¡°The previous pirate attacks might have terrorized the merchants, so they might not dare to come here to do business again.¡± ¡°The attack happened two years ago. No matter how much damage it caused, the merchants should have recovered from the shock by now.¡± The city wall looked mottled and bloated. It seemed to have been thickened recently, but probably because of the lack of stones, they just plastered up the original brown wall with some red mud mixed with a lot of gravels and wooden materials, making it look like the early rubble wall in Border Town. In addition, the surface of this city wall was covered with a layer of glittering things. Because of the distance, Iron Axe could not clearly discern what they were. However, it was obviously not a comprehensive reconstruction of the city wall. The plastered wall sections now were twice as thick as the old wall, but some other parts still remained the same as before. Looking from a distance, it seemed rough and bumpy and looked nothing like a construction of a city famous for its wealth. ¡°Who cares. No matter what, we must occupy this city.¡± Bearpaw fished out a fire lantern fruit and threw it into his mouth. ¡°His Majesty ordered us to capture the whole Eastern Region, so we have to seize every city we see in this region, even if it¡¯s not called Valencia.¡± Hearing that, Iron Axe helplessly shook his head. Bearpaw was still a short-tempered person as he had been in the past. Once he had set his target, he would go for it with a javelin in his hand, and when he had returned with his capture, the other hunters would still be busy with setting traps and sending hounds to stalk their preys. It had been said that even the most ferocious animal in the forest, the black bears, would have been reluctant to confront him. That was how he had gotten his name Bearpaw. Iron Axe believed that Bearpaw would have been promoted to a position higher than a lieutenant if he had learned to use his brain. Even Van¡¯er was already the commander-in-chief of the Artillery Battalion. Bearpaw continued. ¡°But what matters isn¡¯t the battle itself but how to restore order after it. If we mess up the Eastern Region, City Hall will certainly find fault with us. However, if we don¡¯t resort to violence, it¡¯ll be hard for those officials to control the situation here. Did His Majesty tell you how to deal with these cities?¡± Iron Axe was a little surprised by Bearpaw¡¯s thought. ¡°No, His Majesty just entrusted me to make decisions depending on the situation.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a real headache for you. But you¡¯re the boss here and I¡¯ll follow your instructions.¡± Bearpaw grinned. Iron Axe was intrigued. ¡°Oh? What do you mean by this headache?¡± ¡°You really don¡¯t know or are you just testing me?¡± Bearpaw leaned his palm against his brow. ¡°You¡¯re definitely going to have a headache when you have to think about how to deal with those nobles. They¡¯ve held this land for such a long time, waiting for a chance to fight back, but only get to see His Majesty getting stronger. The situation here is complicated. When you seize a city here, most of the nobles will surrender, but without Lady Nightingale, how are you going to make sure they¡¯re telling you the truth?¡± ¡°Continue.¡± Iron Axe nodded and realized that Bearpaw was not totally mindless. ¡°Hey, you¡¯ve really never thought about this?¡± Bearpaw glared. ¡°This Eastern Front Army doesn¡¯t have many soldiers. We can only station a limited number of them in each city we capture, and they can barely take care of the inner city, but this region used to be Timothy¡¯s domain! It¡¯ll be alright if the nobles are willing to cooperate with us, but what if they¡¯re malicious and still think about seizing back the power? Even if there¡¯re only a small number of such people, we¡¯ll still have no peace from them. Once we leave a city, they¡¯ll make City Hall a puppet or even kill the officials we send here. They¡¯ve many ways to achieve this, such as poison, assassination and bribery. These problems can¡¯t be prevented by flintlocks.¡± ¡°Do you have any suggestions?¡± Iron Axe asked curiously. ¡°Boss, that¡¯s your business.¡± Bearpaw rolled his eyes and spat out the seeds into the tumbling river. ¡°Let¡¯s assume that now you¡¯re the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front Army. Come on, let¡¯s just talk about it hypothetically.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Bearpaw thought for a long time and then heaved a long sigh. ¡°There¡¯s no perfect solution to this problem. If Lady Nightingale can¡¯t come to help us, we can only count on time to solve this issue. Or we can hire more Rats and take some preventive measures. We can follow the example of Neverwinter and build a police team to preserve the order. Meanwhile, we must use as less local nobles as possible until the end of this war.¡± ¡°Sure enough¡­¡± Iron Axe whispered. ¡°What?¡± ¡°No, nothing.¡± Iron Axe put the telescope away. ¡°Now you can go to inform the people on the other boats to get ready to land. We¡¯re near the suburb¡¯s wharf.¡± ¡°Got it!¡± Bearpaw was thrilled to hear that a battle was coming. ¡°I¡¯ve been floating on the river for too long. Now, I¡¯ll finally get to be in combat here!¡± Seeing his lieutenant leave excitedly, Iron Axe exhaled relaxedly and leaned over the porthole in the command room, lost in thought. He could not help but recall the scene where Edith had had a talk with him before he had left Neverwinter. The place Edith had arranged for this talk had been a private room in Evelyn¡¯s tavern, which was not a place for formal discussion. Iron Axe had expected that Edith, an official of the Ministry of Defense, would have congratulated him beforehand on the success of this military action, trying to build a good personal relationship with the army. However, when he had come into the room, he had seen no one else but Pearl of the Northern Region herself and had heard from her something totally beyond his expectation. What they had discussed was exactly the problematic thing mentioned by Bearpaw. Iron Axe still clearly remembered everything Edith had said. Back then, he had been stunned by her first sentence. ¡°Do you know why His Majesty let you command the Eastern Front Army?¡± ¡°I only obey his orders and never ask for the reason.¡± ¡°But orders don¡¯t include all the details for an action, especially those which could not be exposed.¡± Pearl of the Northern Region had said slowly while sipping her Chaos Drink. ¡°You thought you were chosen because you were the most suitable one. But is it true? You know the guys in the Eastern Region better than me. Any well-trained regular army consisting of 500 or 600 soldiers can defeat them like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. In other words, any regular battalion commander will be enough to cope with the battle in the Eastern Front. By contrary, the Western Front Army has to fight against the Holy City of Hermes. The combat there will be more complicated and dangerous. If it had not been for something special about you, the king would have asked you to help him in leading the Western Front Army and found someone else to command the Eastern Front Army.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Iron Axe had been lost for words at that time but had somehow agreed with Edith in his heart. Edith then had explained further. ¡°As for this special thing about you, it¡¯s simple. That¡¯s your attitude toward the nobles. As a Mojin man, naturally, you won¡¯t fear or tolerate the Graycastle nobles, and dealing with the rebellious nobles is the key to recapture the Eastern Region.¡± Just like Bearpaw, she had also analyzed the situation for him. Her analysis was so detailed and convincing that he had to agree that ordinary methods could not stabilize the situation in the Eastern Region. His Majesty needs resources of people and materials, and he doesn¡¯t have so much time to deal with this bunch of scum. The only problem is¡­ His Majesty didn¡¯t give a clear order for it. He had raised this question to Edith and she had replied by saying, ¡°His Majesty is a merciful lord and can¡¯t give any clear order for this, so he needs us to take care of this thing for him. Besides, he did hint about it. This time, City Hall will send 265 officials to the Eastern Region together with you. His Majesty has spent a lot of money and effort training these officials and plans to send them to manage the region for him. There are more than twice the number of Eastern Front Army soldiers than the officials in this region. You should know the reason for this.¡± Iron Axe remembered that a bolt of lightning had flashed across his mind at that moment. Edith had reminded him in the end. ¡°Don¡¯t disappoint His Majesty.¡± Suddenly, a report interrupted his thought. ¡°My lord, the First Army is ready to land. We can come to the dock anytime!¡± Iron Axe took a deep breath, and ordered in a deep voice, ¡°Let¡¯s land and camp. Get ready for battle.¡± Chapter 870 Chapter 870: Siege Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The sounds of brass trumpets came from afar and broke the silence of the noon. The birds in the courtyard stopped tweeting, which seemed like an omen. At this moment, this hall in the castle looked solemn and dull. Duke Wilion Berger knew that it was the time for the decisive battle. He moved his eyes from the portrait of the former king Timothy to a set of delicate full armor, which was inherited from his grandfather. He had repeatedly patched and polished it. Each piece of it was soaked with grease which formed something like a skin on its surface. His family¡¯s motto engraved on the right arm armor read ¡°Undying loyalty¡±. In this set of armor, he had caught the rebellious old duke alive on the battlefield in a rain of arrows. For this brilliant achievement, Timothy had bestowed on him the title of Lord of the Eastern Region. Although Timothy was gone, the duty of a lord would not be interrupted by this incident. He made up his mind to keep his honor. ¡°My lord, Prince Roland¡¯s army is approaching Valencia. They didn¡¯t carry any big firearm with them.¡± A servant walked into the hall and reported to him. ¡°Good.¡± Wilion nodded. ¡°Tell the others to get ready. I¡¯ll come over very soon.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± He took off his coat and walked to the armor. ¡°Help me put on the armor,¡± he said to his Chief Knight, Galina. ¡°Yes.¡± She rolled up her sleeves and started to help him change his clothes. Her hands were rough and calloused but now moved slowly and gently whilst removing his clothes. It was hard to believe that these hands could also hold a spear to penetrate armor and stab her enemies on the battlefield. Whenever he saw her killing whilst in combat, he would be enchanted by that scene. ¡°Do you¡­ regret it?¡± ¡°Of course not, my lord,¡± Galina replied calmly. ¡°The moment you decided to make me your Chief Knight, I made up my mind to stay with you forever. No matter what happens, I¡¯ll do my duty.¡± ¡°But this time, the enemy is stronger than ever. If it¡¯s possible¡ª¡± The duke was interrupted by the belt suddenly tightening around his waist. ¡°So why did you refuse to ally with King of Dawn, if you think that our opponent is that strong. You even openly kicked his messenger out of Valencia. When the envoy sent this information back to Dawn, the king must have blamed you for being unable to appreciate a favor.¡± ¡°Tut, I highly doubt whether the City of Glow is able to resist the attack of Prince Roland¡¯s troops, and Appen Moya really crossed the line to ask me to provide him harbors and permanent military bases.¡± Wilion curled his lips in contempt. ¡°Is there any difference between him and Roland Wimbledon? The former king granted me the Eastern Region. If I had promised Appen, I would have failed my king.¡± ¡°So my answer is still the same,¡± Galina said without any hesitation. ¡°The Berger family is not alone in rating loyalty as the top quality, so my lord, please don¡¯t say that anymore. It¡¯s an insult to me.¡± Wilion fell silent. A moment later, he said, ¡°Unfortunately, most nobles have forgotten this point¡­ I see, let¡¯s go to war together. Although the enemy is powerful, I won¡¯t let them seize Valencia easily. I¡¯ve been waiting for this battle for a long time.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord.¡± The female knight smiled. ¡°Bale!¡± He shouted out his Clerk¡¯s name. ¡°Come here!¡± Soon, a bald middle-aged man came into the hall. ¡°My lord, what can I do for you?¡± ¡°Write down what I say. After a whole night¡¯s rest, the kingslayer Roland Wimbledon¡¯s minions plan to officially launch an attack at Valencia today. Duke of Valencia, Wilion Berger, determines to defeat them in the name of the former king, and his brave, loyal Chief Knight, Galina Wynne decides to go with him to the battle with resolution. May the deities bless them.¡± Willy paused. ¡°Surely¡­ if you think this record seems too subjective, you can omit the last sentence.¡± Bale nodded while rapidly noting down what the duke said on his notebook with a charcoal pen. ¡°I think that it¡¯ll be alright if I write down the last sentence, my lord. There¡¯s no absolutely objective record in this world. Since I¡¯m Clerk of Valencia, it¡¯ll be totally acceptable if my favor goes to this city. This is also a part of the reality.¡± ¡°So keep it there, but no matter what happens next, you have to faithfully record the outcome of the war, understand?¡± Willy emphasized. ¡°It¡¯s your mission to record the reason and the whole process of this war.¡± ¡°Please be assured, my lord.¡± The Clerk bowed. ¡°I¡¯ll let the people remember this event.¡± Without a word, Wilion picked up his steel sword hanging on the wall and went out of his castle without looking back. ¡­ When the duke and his Chief Knight climbed up to the lookout tower on top of the city wall, the bonfire had already been lit up. Oil was boiling in the pot and emitted a pungent smell. The duke¡¯s soldiers were busy going up and down, mounting stones and logs on the city wall. He had known from the war in the king¡¯s city that Roland¡¯s most powerful firearm in a siege battle was a snow powder weapon called cannon which could shoot much farther than a mangonel. Unfortunately, Timothy had been unable to produce a similar weapon to compete with it to the day when the city had fallen. But on that day, the former king had managed to send his right-hand man to give the duke the formula for making snow powder and the design and manufacturing process of the weapon. Timothy¡¯s purpose was self-evident. Wilion had invested a lot in this new weapon and meanwhile had also found many weak points in this kind of firearms. First, it was very heavy and needed to be placed on a flat ground to give full play to its strength. Second, it was slow to set up and thus this assembling process needed to be covered by flintlocks. In general, it was more a defensive weapon than an offensive one. He had done everything in his power to get well-prepared for this war. He had thickened the city wall and installed barbs on it. He had also sent his men to destruct all the roads in the suburb and make all the farmland marshland by flooding them with water from the river. He had erected many hidden stumps in the Sanwan River, making it hard for any big inland river ship to travel in this waterway. These measures he had adapted had totally changed this place in the past two years. Now, it was inconvenient to carry any heavy thing into the city using manpower, let alone carriages drawn by horses. These war preparations cost him dearly. Without convenient connections to the other places, this city of trade could not be prosperous anymore. The destruction of the farmland had led to a sharp reduction in the population. However, the duke firmly believed his measures were correct, as now he could not find any cannon in the approaching enemy troops. They must have realized that they could never drag their cannons here if they did not build a road first. Next, it was time for a tough battle. Though Roland¡¯s soldiers were equipped with highly efficient flintlocks, they could not hide themselves at the foot of the wall or climb up this wall with barbs on the surface. Furthermore, the duke had set four mangonels and two cannons in the city, which could hit target 1000 steps away. Now it was difficult to tell who was winning. ¡°They¡¯re coming,¡± Galina warned. A group of soldiers dressed in brown stepped out of the enemy troops, steadily heading toward the gate of the city. They did not move very fast but their steps were exceptionally firm. Soon they seemed to be unable to stay in formation on the muddy ground and then split into groups of two or three, starting to work in the fields like old farmers. They carried on their backs dark gray long spears and barrels as thick as thighs. The duke thought that something so light was obviously not a kind of cannon. Wilion estimated the distance, raised a red flag and waved it to the soldiers behind him. ¡°Huge rock cannon, fire!¡± Chapter 871 Chapter 871: An Extraordinary ¡°Cannon¡± Translator: TransN Editor: Meh A thick tendril of dark gray smoke rose from either side of the city wall, accompanied by two huge booms that shook the entire floor of the lookout tower. After the loud noise subsided, a gale of cheer came from the bottom of the wall. Apparently, their first strike significantly boosted their soldiers¡¯ spirits. But Wilion knew that was all that the first round of firing could make. Judging from the locations of mud splash in the field moments later, he knew he had missed the target. Neither of them had hit the enemies, but they actually landed pretty far away from the default landing spot set in the previous exercise. The shell bounced up after its landing and rolled over for a few meters, leaving a ten-meter shallow groove in the muddy battlefield. As it was a breezy day today, he had to have a few trial shots before he could accurately hit the target with the huge rock cannon. Wilion knew very well that the culverin in Roland¡¯s army was way better than Valencia¡¯s cannon, although the latter cost a ton. The gap between them was even more unbridgeable than that between the flintlocks. The biggest defect of the huge rock cannon was its non-portability. The cannon barrel had cost all the bronze wares they could find in the city, and they even melted the ancient bell on the bell tower to prevent the cannon from exploding. After numerous experiments and tests, they forged a cannon with a barrel wall as thick as a man¡¯s arm, so heavy that no wagon could support its overwhelming weight. They had no choice but to build a specific turret to place the cannon. A strong rope was used to control and adjust its firing angle and direction, and it took them at least 15 minutes to load the weapon. What was worse was that the spherical shell made of granite did not create as much as damage as Roland¡¯s cannon had done when he had attacked the king¡¯s city. Wilion had tried shells filled with snow powder, but their performance fluctuated. As the outer part of the shell was made of iron, the production rate was low as well. He wondered where Roland found so many materials. So the Duke had decided, from the beginning, to do their best to prevent his enemies using cannons. He believed that as long as they forced the enemies to approach the city, his cannon would eventually manage to hit them. Roland¡¯s army halted after their first firing, appearing to be shocked by Wilion¡¯s expected attack. They started to retreat until they were about 100 paces away from the shell¡¯s landing spot. ¡°What¡¯re they doing?¡± Galina asked, puzzled. Wilion raised the telescope, through which he saw the enemies, about 100 men, who had taken their equipment off their backs and started to dig in the ground. It seemed they intended to create an empty space in the field. ¡°I guess they must be afraid and plan to reorganize the troops to have a prolonged battle.¡±A viscount who watched the battle at the lookout tower with them said, ¡°It¡¯s rumored that Roland Wimbledon abandoned all the knights and has formed an army of uncivilized farmers. He did not suffer any setbacks in the previous wars because of his fine firearms. But now he must be very hesitant to launch an attack at our defensive line. You turned soil into mud. What a nice move, my lord.¡± ¡°But our incomes have reduced drastically, and we lost many squires as well,¡± another man said, frowning. ¡°Many people fled in the Months of Demons of this year, abandoning half the workshops in the city. I suggest it¡¯d be better to negotiate a truce with Roland Wimbledon.¡± ¡°We have to win an equal position before jumping into a negotiation. Let¡¯s just win another battle first.¡± ¡°Shut up, all of you,¡± Wilion said agitatedly. ¡°I¡¯ll never bend to the kingslayer. If you would like to sacrifice your noble titles and betray King Timothy, I¡¯ll lock you up with the nasty mob in the cellar first.¡± That silenced everyone instantly. Such a great price had Valencia paid to prepare for this battle. The former trade center had not only converted to a stronghold, but Duke Wilion had also bent his rules as well. However, in his opinion, all the sacrifices would pay off. If Prince Roland had decided to form an alliance with nobles to rule Graycastle in the first place, he would have been defeated long before. In fact, the prince intended to overthrow the entire feudal system and have full control over the kingdom, a monstrous decision that would outrage the whole high class. This bold move actually gave him a perfect reason to resist. If he could thwart Roland¡¯s army this time, the other nobles would change their minds and support him in keeping in charge of the Eastern Region. Meanwhile, more protesters would emerge in Graycastle. He would say that it was not only a battle for King Timothy but also a defense for the feudal system. ¡°Huge rock cannons are loaded, my lord,¡± a servant reported. ¡°Are we going to keep firing?¡± Galina asked. ¡°No, hang on¡­ it was hard for our cannon to hit the enemies now unless we add snow powder.¡± Willian shook his head. Now he regretted his proactive strategy a little. He had thought that an early firing would help to finish the adjustment earlier, but he did not expect the enemy to halt after seeing their first firing. Now the sight of the enemies busy in mud gave him a disturbing feeling. The 100 men, dividing into a dozen teams, shoveled and created an empty space that could merely accommodate two people. It was unlikely that it was prepared for camping. After the cleaning, they started to fiddle with those green long barrels. Through the telescope, Wilion could spy the enemy¡¯s every movement. It seemed that the long barrel was only a component supported by a tripod beneath it and was padded with a concave iron plate at the bottom. Other than that, a few sticks were strangely attached to the barrel. All the parts were separately carried by a different person, but it only took those men less than 15 minutes to assemble all of the components. How ingenious the design was! However, the Duke almost could not believe his eyes as he saw what happened next. A spindle-shaped can was put into the barrel before a puff of white smoke ejected out of the mouth of the barrel. As the nobles were wondering what that thing was, all of a sudden, a dozen dark red fireballs blasted on either side of the city wall, followed by a series of thunderous booms. As the houses close to the inner side of the city wall had been replaced with all kinds of traps and obstacles, the explosions did not cause much damage, but the mighty scene gave Wilion an ineffable shock. At that moment, there was only one voice left in his mind. ¡°That is a cannon? Really?¡± How can it be? The Duke had not witnessed Roland¡¯s cannon troop, but he had heard so much of it. The cannons they equipped could categorized into two types based on their lengths: one portable type that could be placed on a wagon, and the other must be transported by boat. Nither was, however, light enough to be carried by ordinary men. It took all the craftsmen and materials in Valencia, and two years to forge the two cannons that barely worked. Wilion admitted that it all attributed to the lack of techniques and experience, but he believed that the principle they had applied was no different from Roland¡¯s. He was confident that with a few more years, his craftsmen would surely be able to make similar weapons. But what happened in front of him totally blew his mind. How could such barrels with such thin tubes bear the enormous pressure generated by the explosion of snow powder? ¡°It doesn¡¯t make any sense!¡± ¡°Replace the rock shell with half a bag of snow powder!¡± Duke turned around and growled to his servant. ¡°Fire right after you finish loading. 10 gold royals for one man you shoot down.¡± The servant was a little uncertain. ¡°Half a bag? My lord, that may destroy the cannon¡­¡± ¡°If we let them strike our wall without any defense, the huge rock cannon will be useless!¡± Wilion grabbed the servant¡¯s collar and said, ¡°Do as I say! Now!¡± That was when another cloud of white smoke rose from where the enemies were stationed. ¡°How could they fire again within no more than 30 seconds?¡± This time, Wilion heard a soft buzzing, like birds¡¯ singing or the whistling sound when arrows pierced the air. ¡°Whew¡ª¡ª¡± The next moment, several blazing fireballs soared on the top of the wall. Scalding heatwaves spread and knocked down the bonfires and the oil basin. Within a blink, the wall was ablaze. Chapter 872 Chapter 872: The Last Charge Translator: TransN Editor: Meh In the end, these huge rock cannons never managed to fire for the second time. The Duke had built these six tall firing platforms within the city walls to provide a clear view for the cannons and the mangonels. As long as the platforms were higher than the walls, no enemies will be able to escape the weapons¡¯ firing range. It should have been a sound strategy, for such a commanding view would not only improve the accuracy and the range of projectiles, but it would also provide overwhelming pressure to the besiegers. But faced with the might of Roland¡¯s army, these imposing platforms served no other purpose other than being live target practice for the opposing army¡¯s cannons. These fifteen minutes felt like an eternity for Wilion. The thunderous sounds of explosions never ceased on top of the wall. Just as Wilion¡¯s men finally managed to load the snow powder, a cannonball from the enemy landed on the platform right next to them. At that moment, it was as if a radiant sun emerged on the platform, growing in size as it engulfed the huge rock cannon as well as over the 20 unfortunate men who were by its side. The blazing flame then spread out in all directions, and the shockwave swept throughout the city. Dust clouds rose up and blew everywhere. A large chunk of bronze was blown away by the explosion and crashed onto the stone wall of another platform before falling directly on top of a group of workers who were transporting rocks. The weak and fragile human bodies were instantly pulverized into a cloud of red mist. The bronze chunk rolled twice after it hit the ground, running over those who were lucky enough to survive the initial crash, leaving a thick trail of flesh and blood behind. The victims who only had their limbs scrunched still lingered on with their last breath of life, letting out agonizing cries, hoping for the mercy of a quicker death. However, Wilion¡¯s attention quickly moved away from the tragic scene below. The lookout tower upon which Wilion and the nobles were standing on equally stood out in the enemy¡¯s line of sight, and since the enemy¡¯s first barrage turned the city wall ablaze, those nobles no longer dared to watch on and immediately evacuated. This was obviously the best move, as the enemy¡¯s rate of fire was far beyond their expectations. It took the enemy no more than 30 seconds to reload, and each shot was more accurate than the last, turning the areas near the city wall into no-man¡¯s land. At first, the fireballs were only impacted the outside of the city, but soon they started to go off within the walls. The explosions engulfed the tall platforms and the city gate. The air inside the city was dense with smoke, cannonball fragments, and dirt, while the constant blasts combined with sounds of wailing made the situation in the city resemble a scene from hell. By the time the enemy stopped firing, the six platforms had been completely destroyed, and the city gate was breached. The Duke¡¯s men should have, as had been planned, immediately put down the iron barriers or lowered the heavy stone gates to block the passage and prepared to hold the line. But after witnessing such horrifying firepower, it was impossible to continue to have them stand their ground. The flames spread everywhere as it followed the oily liquid, and charred bodies began to litter the city wall. Even if someone had managed to survive the downpour of fire and explosions, their courage would have already been thoroughly crushed. As for the civilians who were hastily drafted? They were simply out of the question. Those who were still capable of escaping were long gone, abandoning the rest who were either frightened out of their wits or severely wounded. Although Wilion had thought of the possibility of defeat, he did not expect it to happen so quickly. Their defense line crumbled before they even had a chance to touch the enemy. ¡°What¡­ has Roland been doing in the past two years?¡± He could not help but wonder. ¡°My lord, there¡¯s¡­ no way for us to fight back¡­¡± ¡°We¡¯d better surrender.¡± ¡°Indeed my lord. Surrendering does not mean we are giving up forever. There will always be other opportunities as long as we stay alive.¡± ¡°He¡¯s right. We could bide our time and rebuild our forces as long as they stay in the Eastern Region.¡± ¡°Even King Timothy wouldn¡¯t blame you if he was here. You¡¯ve done your best, and the enemy was just too overwhelming.¡± Wilion remained silent for a moment, before turning to look at Galina. The woman¡¯s face was streaked with two black marks, and part of her hair had been burned by the flame when she had tried to block a burning beam that crashed down to protect Wilion during their evacuation. Even so, her eye shone with the same kind of brightness that she has always had, without the slightest trace of frustration or embarrassment. ¡°I¡¯m at your command, my lord,¡± She said. The Duke took a deep breath before saying, ¡°You all should surrender.¡± ¡°My lord¡­ What about you?¡± ¡°I did not prepare for these two years just so that I can surrender in the end,¡± Wilion said slowly. ¡°I will have Roland understand that his almighty army cannot conquer everything, and I need to show him that King Timothy¡¯s feudatories are not all cowards who would bow beneath a tyrant. Galina, where are my knights?¡± ¡°They¡¯re all standing by in the second ambush area,¡± Chief Knight said decisively. ¡°There¡¯s no need for an ambush. summon them to the city gate.¡± Wilion gave the command. ¡°Viscount Ariburke, disable all the previously placed traps.¡± ¡°Disable them? But why?¡± the nobles asked in surprise. ¡°Those simple tricks aren¡¯t going to help us hold back the enemy. We might as well let them in and confront them fair and square. Things have already come this far, and someone has to face the consequences.¡± The Duke had not expected himself to be so calm in his final moments. However, what he was going to do would be recorded down in the annals of history, and he would then be able to face His Majesty with pride. ¡­ Half an hour later, Roland¡¯s army finally showed outside at the city gate. A small team was first sent in to remove the debris blocking the entrance and also to take control of both sides of the city gate before the main force marched into the castle. As soon as they entered the city, they started to set up a rough perimeter in the middle of the long street. Within a short amount of time, they finished their work and placed two peculiar flintlocks in front of the fortress. Wilion no longer cared about what the enemy was doing. He softly flicked the reins and led the knights around the corner of the street and formed a single line across the street. Seven knights and 15 squires¡ªhis last counterattack. At this final moment, these warriors who dared to stand alongside him further convinced Wilion that the system of nobility was essential and superior. Only the nobles who understand the meaning of loyalty, honor, and duty were brave enough to charge towards the enemy under such unfavorable odds. Seeing more and more invaders gathering and preparing on the street, he pulled down the visor on his helm, held up his spear, and let out a long breath. ¡°We may have lost the battle today, but history will remember us. For our names will be recorded in verses and sang in songs. Muster your courage, stand strong, and fight until your last dying breath! Knights of House Berger, on me!¡± ¡°To victory!¡± Wilion flicked the reins and sent his destrier into a gallop and sped up in the long street, leading his men in this final charge. Clouds of smoke and the lingering flames around them had perfectly painted the battlefield, forming a scene so serene that for a moment the Duke thought that he could ask for no better place than here to finally rest. Soon he was halfway to the enemy, and he reached his top speed, but he did not hear the drum-like patter of the hooves that was supposed to come from behind him. As he looked back, Wilion was shocked. The over 20 men that started the charge with him now were now gone with the exception of Galina who rode close after him. This street was not closed but intersected with many smaller roads and alleys. In that moment, Wilion understood what had happened. ¡°What¡­ happened?¡± He wanted to ask the knight who was charging fearlessly behind him, but when his eyes landed on Galina¡¯s eyes that were filled with meaning and emotion, it seemed as if nothing else mattered to him now. An end like this seemed not too bad for him. ¡°At least I have you by my side.¡± Wilion laughed and pointed his spear towards the nearest enemy soldier. Before a hailstorm of bullets rained upon him. Chapter 873 Chapter 873: Nobles and Prisoners Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As Iron Axe entered the once proud city of Valencia, he was surprised by the devastation that the new weapon had wrought, but he did not let this emotion show on his face. Even though he had participated in many drills with the mortar, witnessing these weapons in a live battle was a completely different experience. It was unfathomable how this mobile device that can be easily carried by a group of five people could cause such havoc even with just a limited number of rounds. He knew that the mortar¡¯s rate of fire was much faster than the previous field artillery, and he knew that they can cause large-scale destruction if dozens of them were to fire at once. But it seemed that he had much underestimated this new weapon now that he witnessed it in action. Even though a single shot of the mortar cannot compare to that of a Longsong Cannon in sheer firepower, the mortar was easier to control, more mobile, and could be transported without the witches¡¯ help. Furthermore, its shooting trajectory allows it to attack enemies who are hiding behind walls. With sufficient ammunition, the weapon could give the enemy a barrage so devastating that even the highly disciplined First Army might not be able to withstand if they were the ones on the receiving end instead. ¡°No¡­ it is only normal to flee under this circumstance. Who wouldn¡¯t piss themselves if a rain of fire were to descend upon them?¡± Iron Axe finally understood the confidence His Majesty had shown when he threw all those seemingly sophisticated field artillery back into the Furnace Area. To be honest, those weapons that shot out solid rounds at the enemy seemed useless compared to the mortar. Well, in the end, probably only King Roland could afford such a firearm in the entire Graycastle. It was said that each shell cost around three to four gold royals, so what the First Army used earlier by bombarding the city with hundreds of shells was as good as throwing away solid gold. Moreover, the shrapnel used by the Longsong Cannons were far more expensive. By the time they confronted demons, will the gold royals in the Neverwinter¡¯s coffer be enough to sustain the First Army until the end of the Battle of Divine Will? Fortunately, he did not need to worry about this problem. That hard nut was for Barov to crack, as for the army, their only obligation was to obtain victory for His Majesty. Iron Axe and his men passed through the long street that was filled with the smoke of gunpowder. They soon arrived at the center of the city square, where the First Army had rounded up all the surrendered nobles. Iron Axe¡¯s eyes moved over the captives whose appearances were in complete shambles. Before he could say anything, a nobleman stood out and said, ¡°I¡¯m Shipbay Lord, Earl Kasyn. May I ask where King Roland is?¡± Valencia was built on a piece of land that was surrounded by water, and many nobles had named their lands with bays and beaches. Iron Axe dimly remembered that Shipbay was a large piece of land sandwiched by Valencia and Seawindshire. A family that held such a superior place should have been admired and awed by his subjects. However, at this moment, the nobleman¡¯s raised chin and pretentious manner looked ridiculous to Iron Axe. ¡°His Majesty is too busy to handle the business in the East Region. He entrusted me with full responsibility over this front.¡± he answered. ¡°You?¡± Earl Kasyn frowned. ¡°Is he joking? He is obviously not a person from Graycastle.¡± ¡°Roland Wimbledon would let a man from the Sand Nation manage his army?¡± ¡°How could he not personally lead his army on an expedition as large as this? Was he not afraid that his men would scatter and flee?¡± Shipbay Lord was not the only one in doubt. The other nobles were also questioning the new king¡¯s decision. ¡°His Excellency Iron Axe is without a doubt the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front Army. We can all testify,¡± Lieutenant Bearpaw could not help but cry out. ¡°Eastern Front Army? What¡¯s that?¡± Kasyn asked. ¡°It is the army sent to recover the Eastern Region, of course¡ª¡± ¡°Bearpaw!¡± Iron Axe interrupted sharply. The lieutenant, suddenly aware of his mistake, hastily covered his mouth with one hand. Lady Edith was right. Even though His Majesty was hell-bent on having the nobles relinquish all their feudal power and abolishing nobility once and for all, those nobles still had an influence on the people. Bearpaw, who used to be a hunter, might not look servile in front of the group of nobles but he was obviously affected by these nobles¡¯ titles, or he would never have made such a basic mistake. It seems only Iron Axe can maintain indifference in front of these highborn. Iron Axe then said in a low voice, ¡°Believe it or not, the truth won¡¯t change. Why are you the one asking the questions? Where is the Duke of Valencia? Isn¡¯t he the person in charge of the Eastern Region?¡± ¡°The Duke has sacrificed himself in the battle,¡± Kasyn shook his head with a look of grief. ¡°He insisted on leading the knights in a head-on charge. We couldn¡¯t stop him.¡± ¡°So the rider who was riddled with bullets was the Duke!¡± Iron Axe raised his eyebrow. ¡°He¡¯s definitely qualified to be called a warrior.¡± He looked at the nobles who was still armored and asked, ¡°But my men only reported two defenders. Where¡¯s the so-called knightage? How could it be that there¡¯s only one knight serving the Warden of the Eastern Region?¡± ¡°Well, this¡­¡± Kasyn was speechless for a moment. ¡°Stop concerning yourself over those irrelevancies. Now that we know you¡¯re the head of the army, we will just tell you our request.¡± Another nobleman stood out and said, ¡°We would surrender and serve Roland Wimbledon only if he meets us personally, or if His Majesty is too busy to be here, we could also send messengers to him.¡± ¡°And you are?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Viscount Ariburke,¡± he said impatiently, ¡°Till then, we hope to be treated properly. If it¡¯s a ransom you want, simply say the amount.¡± ¡°But what you¡¯ve done is treason,¡± Iron Axe said, emotionless. ¡°Even your titles won¡¯t spare you from a trial.¡± ¡°First of all, Duke Wilion Berger was the one who committed treason, and he has already paid for it. We didn¡¯t ask to be here, and according to the law, our crimes should be less severe.¡± ¡°Exactly, we¡¯re not his feudatory, but we¡¯re just under his jurisdiction.¡± Kasyn seemed to have come to and echoed, ¡°Secondly, His Majesty should be the one giving us the final verdict. Don¡¯t tell me you are planning to sentence us yourself?¡± It did not take long before Iron Axe realized why those defeated nobles still put on airs. When they noticed that Roland Wimbledon was not here himself, they became less interested in negotiating. It was common practice for the punishment of the defeated to be given out by the King. In their opinion, the so-called sentence was less of a punishment but more of a business transaction. In general, those who failed to pay up would be eliminated, and those who could pay would be able to get off relatively scot-free. It was probably not their first time facing a defeat, so these nobles were confident that they could offer up something of interest to the King as ransom. Unfortunately, the King Iron Axe served is no ordinary noble. Iron Axe shrugged before saying. ¡°You¡¯re right. I don¡¯t have the authority. But be as it may, you are still traitors who have committed treason. Before His Majesty reaches a decision, I will have to detain you until my King has summoned you.¡± ¡°How long will it take?¡± Shipbay Earl said unpleasantly. ¡°And just as we said before, we haven¡¯t done anything that could be called betrayal in the eyes of the law unless you can show us some concrete proof.¡± ¡°At most a month considering the speed of carrier pigeon.¡± Iron Axe gave a rare laugh, ignoring the Earl¡¯s second half of the sentence. ¡°Rest assured, the food and clothing will all be up to the standards that you deserve.¡± ¡­ Late at night two days later, Bearpaw, panic-stricken, dashed into Iron Axe¡¯s tent. ¡°Something happened, my lord! The castle¡¯s dungeon is on fire!¡± Chapter 874 Chapter 874: Men of Sin Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Despite the fact that there were numerous functioning wells around the castle, the servants were still unable to control the flames. The fire started without any notice, and by the time people outside realized that something was wrong, thick columns of smoke already filled the whole interior of the dungeon and held back any potential rescue attempts. The First Army promptly retreated out of the castle and sealed off the area. The fire lasted for hours, and by the time most of the smoke had finally dissipated, there was already nothing left of the prisoners previously held inside. Without delay, the First Army started to clean up the scene and investigate the incident. The officers who came with the army set up a temporary City Hall and began to take over the administration of Valencia. Soon they found out the cause of the fire: a group of Rats had sneaked into the dungeon through a secret passage and ignited the stacks of wheat on account of their resentment for Duke Berger who turned this once prosperous trade city into a husk of its former self. Therefore, this was an egregious arson, a significant threat to the order of the Eastern Region, and an act of open defiance to the First Army of Neverwinter. Apart from propagandizing the investigation result, the First Army and the City Hall started a city-wide operation to root out the Rats; leniency to those who confessed, punishment to those who resisted, silvers for those who reported, grains for anyone with information. Moreover, the food liberated from the mansions of the nobles was recirculated back into the market and was also used to succor the starving. The previously near-dead city now regained its vitality. The night the command to exterminate the Rats was given, Bearpaw entered Iron Axe¡¯s tent once again. ¡°Chief, we¡¯ve spotted some signs of the evacuation of the big families. A dozen carriages exited through the West City Gate, seemingly heading for Seawindshire. Some of the furrows left behind by the carriages were particularly deep, so I think they must be loaded with¡­¡± ¡°Gold and jewelry.¡± Iron Axe put down the quill in his hand. ¡°I¡¯ve made myself clear at the start that I will only want their food, so they can take anything else as they wish.¡± The commander-in-chief was not at all surprised when he heard about the nobles¡¯ hasty evacuation. The moment the dungeon was on fire, any trust between the First Army and the nobles had crumbled. At that point, fleeing this place was, in their opinions, the only way to survive. A noble family could bear losing its lords and some knights, for the title could be inherited, and more knights can be accoladed, but they have already lost the courage to confront the First Army directly. Instead of staying here to wait for their inevitable demise, they had much rather take the remaining family members, servants, and fortune to somewhere far away in hopes of new opportunities. Their lands were very important, but naturally, they much more cherish their lives. Also, to prepare for battle, Wilion Berger had gathered all the nearby resources to Valencia, thus leaving the surrounding lands in such a sorry state that it would take at least two or three years of hard work before they were of any value again. Otherwise, those nobles would not have made up their mind to turn tail and run away so soon. ¡°Chief, I have one more question¡­¡± Bearpaw paused, his next words frozen on his lips. This was very rare for the simple-minded lieutenant. ¡°Go on,¡± Iron Axe said seriously. ¡°Were you the one who set the dungeon on fire?¡± Bearpaw hesitated for a long moment before he asked this under his breath. ¡°What makes you say that?¡± ¡°The secret tunnel was designed with a partition door made of solid iron that was far beyond a few Rats¡¯ skills to open. Also, I don¡¯t think our stationed brothers were so lax that they would be completely unaware of the arsonists. I¡¯ve checked the dungeon, and the burning marks suggested that the fire was more likely to have started in the corridor rather than in the cells. Lastly, from the look of the burnt wreckage, I believe the blaze was fueled by oil.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right. The fire was set under my command.¡± Iron Axe nodded. Bearpaw, who was startled by his boss¡¯s unreserved confession, was stunned for a while before he found his voice again, ¡°Why?¡± ¡°I think it¡¯s better that these kinds of things are left for me to handle. The more people that know of the plan means a bigger chance for something to go wrong.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what I mean.¡± The lieutenant shook his head. ¡°I mean¡­ didn¡¯t they already surrender?¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Iron Axe meditated for a moment and said, ¡°To be frank, I don¡¯t have the time to discern whether or not they were sincere in their surrender, nor does His Majesty has time to judge one by one. This is why His Majesty had given me full control over the Eastern Front before the army left Neverwinter.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Are you going to tell me that a sentence without a trial may kill the innocents among them?¡± Iron Axe said brusquely, handing his lieutenant a book on the desk. ¡°Have a look.¡± ¡°Is this a¡­ demographic report?¡± ¡°Yes, we found it in the library.¡± The chief nodded. ¡°Five years ago, 220,000 people were living in Valencia and the surrounding lands. It was the most prosperous area in the Eastern Region. But by this year, the population has dropped to a mere 60,000. The refugees we¡¯ve taken in from the Eastern Region are about 30,000 to 40,000 people in total. If we round it up to 40,000, the deficit still stands at about around 120,000 even without considering the growth in population. I believe you are aware of the cause for this.¡± Bearpaw gasped. ¡°The farmlands that were ruined by floods¡­¡± ¡°And they have also distorted Valencia beyond recognition.¡± Iron Axe arose and walked up to the candlestick, his hands on his back. ¡°Wilion apparently called up all the people who lived nearby to work for him. They were sent to block the roads and reinforce the walls. He alone should never have been entitled to this kind of authority. This would never have been possible unless he was backed by someone more powerful or, even worse, assisted by the other nobles. As a result, the massive dislocation of people had severely interrupted trade and left much of the crops unattended to. In other words, all those nobles are accomplices of the Duke. Now, do you still believe that His Majesty will accept their allegiance?¡± Bearpaw was dumbfounded for a moment. ¡°But they did not lie about believing in their innocence,¡± Iron Axe continued, ¡°For all they care, what they¡¯ve done was no big deal. Even with half of the farmlands ending up being devastated, their mansions were still crammed with food, and even¡­ human. After all, meat can save for longer than wheat when properly stored.¡± Bearpaw¡¯s pupils suddenly contracted. ¡°To put the cherry on top, what they¡¯ve done critically hinders the progress of His Majesty¡¯s plan. Our king values the population more than any other resource, but they squandered their human resources wastefully. Can you imagine how the battle would have turned out if we didn¡¯t have the mortars with us? You know how difficult it is to move the field artillery in the mud. We would have had to resort to storming the city or prolonging the battle. I don¡¯t think the nobles would have yielded before they used up all their people had we not have come prepared.¡± Iron Axe turned around. ¡°Any other questions?¡± For a long moment, Bearpaw kept his head down. Finally, he glanced up. ¡°You¡¯re right. It would be too merciful to let them just burn to death¡­ But His Majesty didn¡¯t give this specific command, did he? What if he hears of¡­¡± ¡°What do you mean ¡®what if¡¯?¡± Iron Axe raised his eyebrow. ¡°Do you think that I¡¯ll hide this from my King? No, he¡¯ll know. I¡¯ve included everything that has happened in Valencia so far in the report for him, and I¡¯ll take full responsibility regardless of the outcome.¡± Chapter 875 Chapter 875: Objective History Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The chaos that he had expected in Valencia did not come in the end and the situation completely exceeded Bale¡¯s imagination. Having worked as a clerk for several lords, he naturally knew what the breaching of the walls meant¡ªplunder, massacre, disorder, exile¡­ whether the intruders were knights, mobs, or pirates, it did not make much of a difference. That was the case with His Majesty, Timothy, and also with the ascension of the new Duke. The city¡¯s food and wealth were the best rewards for intruders. This had always been the norm, just like nobles who were born to be superior to the common people. This was recorded in the history books numerous times, proving its credibility. However, this time the situation was completely different. Roland¡¯s army not only spared the city people¡¯s lives, but also tried to comfort and calm them. The piles of wheat that were found in the Duke¡¯s castle were cooked into oatmeal and distributed to the hungry people. A large number of job offers were posted in the main square, which stated that the participants could not only get food but also salary! Didn¡¯t Roland¡¯s soldiers mind giving out what originally belonged to them to a bunch of people they did not know? Did Prince Roland come all this way to conquer Valencia only to squander his own treasury? Within the records of all kinds of books, Bale had never seen such a behavior before. Still, all this just made him a bit surprised. But there was something else that actually made the Clerk feel a deep fear. And that was the castle fire several days ago. The rumor that the fire was set by the Rats had many loopholes. Bale had served three Dukes and lived in the castle for more than 20 years, yet he had never found the entrance of any secret path. When it came down to life or death situations, the design would have been very secretive and safe. This way, even people on the inside would not be able to discover it, not to mention those from the outside. If those rats actually had the ability to discover something like that, they would have never degraded to Black Street Rats in the first place. That fire must have been set by Roland¡¯s people. Once he realized that, Bale felt a sudden grip on his heart. For the first time, nobles were no longer more important than common people. Their lives had the same value as those who lived within the city walls, without any insurance anymore. Maybe in even more danger. As for the big families that had also realized that and had not yet been apprehended by Roland, they swiftly reacted and escaped Valencia. They probably even left the Kingdom of Graycastle. So, what would happen next? Would something like that also happen to him? In the past few days, the clerk had lost a bunch of hair and the bald spot on his head had grown bigger. His fear was not without reason because, in the past 10 years, he had been called a noble without a title, or more accurately, the closest a civilian can be to a noble. He had served several lords, had plenty of experience, knowledge, and had read many more books than normal people. It was exactly because of that, whether it was Garcia¡¯s sacking or Eastern Region¡¯s change in power, he had safely survived both. Even if the people in the city were killed like the straw being cut in the field, he still observed and vigorously recorded those events. But now, he was too afraid to even fall asleep. Even though the formidable army had not acted against any non-noble so far or even against those common people who had worked for the big families, he still was not certain whether they would not do anything in the future. He could not ask those families to take him with them since he was a common man after all, but he also did not want to just stay and wait around. He felt he had to do something. Under the swaying candle, the Clerk¡¯s gaze turned to the unfinished history book about Valencia. Thinking about all the stuff he wrote, Bale couldn¡¯t help but feel a chill down his spine. That¡¯s right, I almost forgot that¡­ He quickly turned to the last page, tore it into pieces, and burned them until each and every one of them had become ash. No, this is probably not enough. Bale thought for a moment, then took out a quill and prepared to write. ¡°No matter the consequences, you must record the truth. Do you understand?¡± Duke William¡¯s words sounded echoed throughout his mind. Of course, he would record the truth, even now. This was a Clerk¡¯s duty. But in this world, nothing was absolutely objective. He was now living in a city governed by Roland. So, being a little bit biased was not strange. In other words, this was also part of being objective. Bale took a deep breath and started writing. ¡°The ambassador sent by the great King Roland Wimbledon arrived in his loyal city of Valencia today¡­¡± *************** Outside of the City of Redwater, at the camp of the First Army. ¡°Your Highness, there is a secret letter from Eastern Region.¡± Nightingale jumped out of the Mist while holding a grey Goshawk in her hands. The latter tugged its claws towards Roland and grunted with dissatisfaction as if complaining about the letter being too heavy. There were six notes tied on its paws, almost covering both of its feet. Only when Nightingale handed out a bunch of grilled fishes, did the carrier pigeon finally calm down. Well, this could not be considered a secret letter anymore. Roland opened the six densely written notes one by one and had a quick look at them. They were sent by Iron Axe and they were mainly focused on the post-war summary and the situation reports. The first part was exactly the same as he had expected. The Eastern Front Army had easily occupied Valencia. During the battle, the mortar¡¯s effect was significant. Faced with the firepower of the twelve-pound field artillery, even though it was a siege, the enemy still had no chance to fight back. But when he read the last part, Roland was a bit surprised. ¡°What happened? Did something happen there?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°Well¡­ not really a problem, it¡¯s just a bit strange.¡± He passed the fifth note to her. ¡°Look here.¡± ¡°Burning the dungeon where the nobles were imprisoned?¡± Nightingale immediately found the key point after a glance. ¡°This wasn¡¯t your order?¡± Roland shook his head, ¡°No, I told him that he has full authority at the battle of the Eastern Front.¡± ¡°So¡­ what¡¯s strange then?¡± she asked confusedly. ¡°Since he has full authority, any measure he takes should be acceptable, right? Not to mention that those people had ulterior motives anyway. They still haven¡¯t surrendered to you after so long, so apart from sweeping them up, we could also use this chance to clear the Rats. Seems like a double win.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right¡­¡± Roland said while stroking his chin with his hand. Deep in his heart, he still felt this approach was too soft. The Eastern Region was the Second Prince¡¯s home for a long time. Seizing the city was only the first step. The following political battle with the surrendered nobles would be a key point in achieving full control of the city. It¡¯s for this reason that he had arranged over half of the novice officials trained in the City Hall to go to the east and had appointed Iron Axe, who was from the Sand Nation, to be the commander of the Eastern Front Army and deal with the complex intricacies of the relationships with the nobility. He believed that after occupying Valencia, in order to eliminate the enemies, Iron Axe would almost certainly use his interrogation techniques to the fullest. When it came to the Mojins¡¯ torture, even the High Priests of the church were not able to resist, not to mention those weak nobles. Through bloody trials and executions, he would destroy their power step by step and establish a new order. However, setting a fire directly was not Iron Axe¡¯s style at all. Roland thought for a while and decided to leave this matter alone for now. Once the two armies met, he would find out more about it¡ªafter all, just like Nightingale said, the result of this fire was far too good. It made the nobles fear for their lives, leaving the territory en masse without caring about their lands anymore. At this speed, Seawindshire and the rest of the domain would be under the complete control of the City Hall within a month. At first, he had thought that the Eastern Front situation would last for a while but, unexpectedly, it had even surpassed the Western Front¡¯s progress. Chapter 876 Chapter 876: Silver City Translator: TransN_ Editor: Meh Roland shrugged, it seemed that he had to work harder. Being overtaken by his own subordinates was never something to be proud of. Thankfully, Redwater City was now back to normal. Out of the remaining filtered nobles, 70 percent had decided to continue doing their previous jobs while the rest wanted to try their luck at the City Hall even though the basic requirement to apply for the administration exam ¡°literacy of sentences¡± was easy for them. Roland still believed that after the final tests, these people would not have too much of a chance to become official members. After all, it was hard for nobles to change their habits. But certainly, becoming a normal clerk was much better than losing your head. There were even three nobles who wanted to join the First Army. They were knights originally and when being observed by Nightingale, they did not conceal any evil thoughts. However, he still stood by his original decision and refused their applications. Having solved the issue of the feudal power, the work efficiency of Redwater City and the surrounding areas had greatly improved. In just over a week, more than 20,000 people had boarded the ships for Neverwinter, whilst more and more people continued to arrive at Redwater. At first glance, abandoning the small towns and villages seemed to decrease the amount of land they could control, but in fact, it drastically increased his capability to control the City Hall. In such an age where even roads were scarce, the implementation of government decrees in the countryside was something he could only dream of. Arranging a few leaders within the course of a year was rather doable, but asking them to go around implementing the decrees was quite difficult. Barov had asked him more than once why he persisted in sending people to Neverwinter, instead of unifying the kingdom and leaving everything as it was. He had never fully answered him. It was because the City Hall Director could not imagine how many people could actually be absorbed by the compounded industry of coal and iron, nor understand how much energy and time it actually took to build such an industry. And the most important part was that those remote territories could not operate effectively and thus, from the perspective of resource utilization, keeping them would just be a waste. Thus, it was more suitable for the current situation of Graycastle to gather the population in several major cities with convenient transportation. It was from that moment of land reform that Roland finally acquired jurisdiction of the Redwater area. As for his next target, that was Silver City. Compared to the huge City of Redwater, the old king¡¯s city district was much easier to deal with. It was originally a common city, not much different from the several cities encircling the king¡¯s city. However, its existence became more special when the first silver mine was discovered there. As more and more precious mineral veins were being excavated, the city became busier and busier, and eventually reached its current size. Considering the great importance of Silver City¡¯s output to Graycastle¡¯s economy, the latest Lords were only appointed by the family of Earl William, the ¡°good old man¡± who was loyal to the Wimbledons. In addition, their power was also restricted and in the next couple of years, the city was almost never allocated to other nobles. In other words, as long as the lord of the city declared it, Silver City would always be a thing. Roland believed that ¡°persuading¡± the other side was not a difficult task, considering he was the descendant of King Wimbledon III and the most suitable heir to the throne. However, he was somewhat concerned about the fact that the city, which was built on mineral veins, was Nightingale¡¯s hometown. Every time he asked her about it, he would get the same answer ¡°I have cut my ties with the Gilen Family, so you don¡¯t have to worry about my feelings.¡± He still felt Nightingale was hiding something, but because of his busy government affairs, he did not have much time to think about it so he could only leave this be for now. Four days after receiving Iron Axe¡¯s secret letter, the First Army of the Eastern Front Army entered the Silver City territory through the canal. ¡­ It was almost the same with the trip to Redwater City. Earl William led his platoon out of town to greet them and after a warm greeting, he followed up with a dinner invitation. The difference was that in Redwater City, they were welcomed by the city¡¯s nobles while in the old man¡¯s platoon, there were more merchants, including their old acquaintance Hogg. That evening, the Earl¡¯s opening speech set the tone for the feast. He was willing to hand over his feudal power and fully supportive to His Majesty Roland¡¯s new government. A warm applause sounded immediately at the meeting and the latter swallowed back the words that he had prepared to say. And through Hogg¡¯s efforts, the feast became a business fair. ¡°Aren¡¯t you always asking me how the machine in my mine operates?¡± He talked proudly in front of a bunch of merchants. ¡°Its real inventor is currently standing in front of you¡ªit¡¯s His Majesty Roland himself! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You don¡¯t even need to go to the Western Region. You can get the answer directly here in Silver City!¡± The merchants immediately swarmed over. ¡°Your Majesty, could you tell us why its power is so strong?¡± ¡°If you¡¯re willing to sell more rail systems, the Daymond¡¯s Chamber of Commerce is looking forward to working with Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, do you remember the Fastsail Association? Two years ago, we provided you with several sailing ships to transport refugees from the Eastern Region¡ªin terms of trade strength, we¡¯re definitely one of the best Chambers of Commerce in the Central region. If possible, the Fastsail Association wishes to buy a complete set of the manufacturing equipment for a steam engine. And naturally, at a very generous price! Remembering the¡±good news¡± the female merchant Margaret had revealed to him, Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry¡ª ¡°Hogg will bring a large number of merchants to the Western Region¡±. Unexpectedly, he had actually met them beforehand. The world would have been such a nice place if everywhere in Graycastle was like Silver City. After satisfying the merchants¡¯ curiosity, he finally found a chance to speak privately with the old lord. They walked through the hall and went to an open air balcony, temporarily putting behind the buzz of the party. Roland held his wine glass and after staring at the city for a long time, he finally said, ¡°To hand over your city power like this, aren¡¯t you feeling any regret?¡± ¡°It was never actually mine to keep, so what¡¯s to regret¡­¡± Earl William smiled. ¡°Your father, as well as his father before him, though they never said it clearly, they would have never allowed Silver City to have its own cluster. And it¡¯s a rule for the William family to never have their own cities. As far as I¡¯m concerned, this power isn¡¯t so important.¡± He paused for a moment.¡±Not to mention that I don¡¯t actually need this power.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need it?¡± Roland could not help but ask curiously. ¡°The actual reason for the city a province is to expand and consolidate your power to prevent others from looking down on you. But Silver City does not have this risk¡ªanyone who wants to attack this city will blatantly provoke the authority of the Wimbledon royal family. So as long as my family stays loyal, I don¡¯t need to worry about getting attacked.¡± The Earl had a sip of wine and continued, ¡°In turn, feudal power is also in a sense a weakening of your own power¡ªthrough it, one has to allocate part of his own resources to others in order to gain their allegiance. Compared to giving out these resources to other people, I¡¯d prefer to manage them by myself. Do you know how much the output of Silver City has increased in the past 20 years?¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°As much as 16 times, after all, I put most of my energy into it¡­¡± The old lord said with high spirits, ¡°At first, it was just an open-air silver mine, but right now the excavated mineral veins have reached more than 10 different kinds. In addition, at first there was only an excavation team sent by the royal family, but now, not only are there are all kinds of ore and jewel merchants, but also many auxiliary industries have been developed through mining, such as oil lamp, mining shovel manufacturing, etc. Your steam engine can also be considered as one of them, am I correct?¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°This feeling is like raising a child and watching it slowly grow up. Why would I be willing to split and share it with others? That¡¯s why I don¡¯t need such a power.¡± After saying that, the Earl sighed. ¡°Your Majesty, do you wish to let me continue managing this city of shimmering Silverlight for you?¡± ¡°Of course, if you wish to.¡± Roland lifted his wine glass towards him, they smiled at each other and then touched their glasses gently. ¡°Oh right,¡± Roland changed the subject after finishing his drink, ¡°do you know about the Gilen Family?¡± ¡°Gilen?¡± Earl William pondered for a while before raising his eyebrow. ¡°I think I remember them but not very clearly¡ªafter all, it¡¯s been for a long time for a new noble family to appear in Silver City. All those families were here before the discovery of the silver mine. If I remember correctly, the last Gilen must have changed his family name two years ago and his land now belongs to the Somi family.¡± When he said those words, Roland instantly felt Nightingale¡¯s grip on his arm. Chapter 877 Chapter 877: The Long-Forgotten Hometown Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°He changed his family name? What happened?¡± Roland frowned. ¡°Probably because it¡¯s easier to merge with another family than to manage the territory all by himself.¡± William was surprised that Roland was paying particular attention to some petty noble. ¡°It requires a huge amount of money to live a decent life. If one isn¡¯t really capable of managing domestic affairs, his domain would be a burden rather than an asset.¡± ¡°Could it be possible that he was compelled? For example, somebody wanted to take his land by force?¡± The earl replied meditatively, ¡°Not¡­ very likely. I¡¯ve seen them attend some banquets before, although I didn¡¯t really talk to them. That Gilen, who changed his surname, seems to be pretty happy with the Somis. I don¡¯t see he was forced by any means. If you want to know about this, I can send for Viscount Dott Somi¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine.¡± Roland interrupted him after receiving Nightingale¡¯s whispery instructions. ¡°I was just curious. Not a big deal. But it appears that the Gilen didn¡¯t show up this time?¡± He thought that Nightingale should have recognized him if his brother Hyde had attended the banquet. The senior lord clapped his hand over his chest and said apologetically, ¡°That¡¯s my fault. I usually stick to our tradition when sending out invitations.¡± Roland immediately understood what he meant. Even though the Gilen had changed his name and become a branch of the Somis, he was still not considered for a place on the invitation list. Although the booming mining industry in Silver City stimulated commerce and trades, making the city more or less similar to City of Glow in terms of its livelihood and style, people in here apparently attached greater importance to wealth and power than titles and reputations. William¡¯s answer, in a way, also reflected that the glory and pride of the Gilen Family had almost diminished and faded out of people¡¯s memories. Roland knew Hyde had inherited his father¡¯s viscount title after the departure of Nightingale. It was really pathetic to see him be reduced to such poverty. Roland returned to the campsite. As soon as he shut the tent curtains, Nightingale revealed herself and explained voluntarily, ¡°Your Majesty, you must know that I have no interest in prying into Hyde¡¯s business. Ever since I left Silver City, I¡¯ve severed all relationships with the Gilens. Please trust me¡­ I was just, just a little surprised at that time.¡± Roland could barely suppress the urge to tease Nightingale when he saw the latter try to convince him with a look of absolute honesty. Nevertheless, he soon changed his mind at the thought of Nightingale¡¯s incredible obstinacy, for he did not like to seek trouble. As such, he simply coughed and nodded airily. ¡°I know. You never lie to me in this regard.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t believe me¡­ Nope, you don¡¯t believe me at all!¡± Nightingale retorted immediately. Apparently, his reply was not quite convincing, for Nightingale had discerned the mocking tone of his remark with her ability. He thus took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Then he looked into her eyes and said more seriously, ¡°I believe you.¡± This time, it was Nightingale¡¯s turn to feel abashed. A rosy blush rose to her cheeks. She immediately looked away. ¡°I was just surprised. I have nothing to do with the person who betrayed me.¡± Although Roland wanted to tell her that it was normal to show some concerns for her brother, he felt it more advisable to tag along in this situation. So, he asked, ¡°Why were you surprised?¡± ¡°The Somis once had a good term with my father¡­¡± Nightingale replied in a low voice. ¡°After my father passed away, they often came to see me at the old Gilen mansion. However, after my family knew I¡¯d become a witch, old Gilen forbade me to see them. I didn¡¯t expect that Viscount Somi would adopt Hyde.¡± Roland, who had lived in this world for so many years, instantly understood the underlying implication. If the two families did have a good term, the Somis should have helped Nightingale¡¯s brother revive the house after the decease of old Gilen. Indeed, it was common for a noble to help an heir of a diminished family regain its power. The latter would then return his benefactor with incessant wealth and even further a union through the marriage of their children. It was a kind deed people loved to talk about. Yet to ask the sole heir to change his surname would be a totally different story. That meant the end of the Gilen bloodline as well as their viscount title. Since Roland had determined to forfeit all feudal rights, the noble status did not matter anymore. However, from the point of view of a traditional noble, having an heir change his family name was far worse than stealing his property. It did not sound like something that a family with whom the Gilens had a good relationship would do. ¡°If you sense something unusual, look into it.¡± Roland sat back at the desk and unrolled a stash of parchment to review the statistics of the local population and the financial status of the local government, a routine task that he always did when visiting a new city. ¡°Sylvie and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches will protect me here. I¡¯ll be perfectly safe at the campsite, so you don¡¯t have to stick around all the time.¡± Nightingale hesitated for a moment. ¡°But it¡¯s the business of the Gilen Family. I have nothing to do with them¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s your father¡¯s domain essentially, so you¡¯re more or less involved. Plus, the mansion where you grew up is also within that domain, right? Since we¡¯ve already arrived here and that the church is no longer coming after you, just take this opportunity to revisit your old abode.¡± ¡°Although all the land now belongs to the kingdom,¡± Roland remained the rest of his words unsaid. Nightingale appeared to be persuaded by the notion of ¡°the old mansion where she grew up¡±. After a long silence, she made her decision. ¡°OK, but you have to promise to summon me when you want to leave the campground. It would be a quick trip. I¡¯m not going to do anything.¡± ¡°You got it.¡± Roland shook his head in amusement. He had this weird feeling that he was forcing Nightingale to return to her native town, but he believed the historical issues of her family would only be solved after she confronted them with courage. Avoidance would never help with the problems. If truth be told, Nightingale was still a little¡­ too young to understand the philosophy of life. *************** Nightingale left the campsite at dawn. She headed to the east of Silver City along the main street. She remembered it was a grand mansion. There was a farmland close to the two-story building, vast enough to hide all footprints. A brook, which originated from the depth of the forests, wrapped around the farmland, where she used to hunt for crabs in summer. In the farther east lay a deep ravine, which was where her families had believed a gem mine was hidden. Her family had once promised that they would pick the biggest gemstone down there as her dowry. Nightingale had not known that her family¡¯s domain was actually the smallest among nobles until she had left Silver City with the Witch Cooperation Association. Their land was pretty much of the same size as the domain of an ordinary knight if compared to nobles in other towns. Since their only water source was this brook, the expansion of the farmland was greatly limited. The so-called gem mine down the ravine was probably a pure dream of her families¡¯. Even if the mine did exist, they would not have enough gold royals for further development and operation. This place did not change much during her prolonged absence. Although the bushy farmland both appeared to have shrunk a little bit over the past several years, the reminiscence of her childhood seemed to have brought life back to this place, making it as fresh and vivid as ever. Nightingale somehow started to understand the underlying meaning of Wendy¡¯s words, ¡°erasing the nightmares of the old days doesn¡¯t mean abandoning the past¡±. When Nightingale approached the mansion, however, she was astonished. She had thought the deserted house would be dilapidated, but to her dismay, it was not only refurbished but had also expanded a great deal on top of the original building. She walked through the yard fences and saw many people inside, all poorly dressed, some of them even as shabby as beggars. Several servants were passing porridge to the crowd, and the crowd, from time to time, expressed their gratitude to their benefactor. Nightingale wondered if they were distributing relief food. Over the crowd at the end of the yard, she noticed a man standing at the entrance of the mansion, smiling back to the grateful peasants. His attire and every act of demeanor revealed that he was a well-bred aristocratic gentleman. As Nightingale had expected, the man was her long-forgotten brother. Hyde Gilen. Chapter 878 Chapter 878: Nightingale¡¯s Investigation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Based on the description of the lord of Silver City, the fallen Gilen Family should not have the financial capacity to support peasants. In other words, Viscount Somi was the real philanthropist who had not only helped with the extensions of the house but had also supplied warm porridge to the poor. Nightingale didn¡¯t understand why they had chosen to take Hyde in rather than offer him aid and assistance in the revival of House Gilen as what nobles were normally encouraged to do. Nevertheless, Viscount Somi did not seem like a bad man, she thought. A person who was willing to provide food to people in destitution should be, overall, generous and kind in nature. Further, Hyde, in a way, had also benefited from such a benevolent act. Even if Hyde was currently in a desperate situation, she would not interfere. She just wanted to visit her old home and¡­ indulge herself a little bit in nostalgia. When Nightingale was about to depart for other places, a strange feeling suddenly struck her. She came to a halt. ¡°Hang on¡­ what¡¯s exactly wrong here?¡± She surveyed the yard and frowned at the ragged peasants, the servants maintaining orders, the mansion guards, and the noble hosting the event¡­ Hyde was not wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, not even the kind of the worst quality. Through the Mist, she could clearly see Hyde¡¯s physical appearance and his clothing. When she rested her eyes on the guard at the entrance, however, she could only spy the scabbard at his heel, since a big black hole in front of his chest blocked her vision. Now Nightingale perceived the aberrancy: it was absolutely abnormal for an heir of a viscount not to wear any God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. Even the guards were wearing one! She wondered whether it was because Hyde now held an impartial and unprejudiced view of witches, but she soon denied such a possibility. She still remembered the abhorrence with which his brother had said over a decade ago, ¡°I¡¯d rather not have you as my sister. All witches should go to hell and be in company with demons.¡± Even though she could not tell truth from lies with her ability back then, she knew Hyde had meant it. His eyes had betrayed everything. Nightingale then assumed that Hyde probably could not afford a God¡¯s stone. It might happen to a fallen noble, but since Hyde had joined the Somi Family, he should be able to purchase one. After a moment of hesitation, Nightingale turned around and walked toward the yard. The moment she passed the mansion gate, she overheard two guards¡¯ conversation. Both of them were speaking in a suppressed voice. ¡°Nobles are so horrific creatures. He¡¯s no better than us but just a pup used to please his lordship. Who would know he would turn into a completely different person once splendidly dressed? Is it what his lordship usually refers to as the bearing of aristocracies?¡± ¡°Stop the nonsense,¡± the other guard hooted. ¡°His lordship is in the house right now. If somebody overhears us and tells him what you just said, you¡¯ll lose your salary this month.¡± The previous person shrugged. ¡°No need to worry. I have good ears. I¡¯ll know when somebody approaches. Plus, I didn¡¯t lie. He¡¯s truly a pup. Everybody, both downstairs and upstairs, has heard his lordship bellow at him in a hot red rage.¡± ¡°You know his lordship is somewhat faulty in regard to temper, and you still try to irritate him.¡± The other guard grunted. ¡°No matter how ill-tempered his lordship is, he¡¯s still a noble. What about you? Are you related to anyone who bears a relatively prominent family name? Even the foreman in the neighboring village is more distinguished than you. If your uncle didn¡¯t ask me to look after you, I wouldn¡¯t have given a damn about what you say.¡± ¡°OK, OK. I¡¯ll shut up¡­ What the heck?¡± The first guard suddenly stiffened. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°I somehow feel someone just passed us¡­¡± He looked around and then murmured. ¡°Probably I¡¯m just being paranoid.¡± ¡­ Ignoring the guards, Nightingale directly walked through the wall and soon located the viscount¡¯s room based on the domain of God¡¯s Stone. Normally, the higher one¡¯s status was, the better quality one¡¯s God¡¯s Stone would be. Nightingale had often used this method to locate her target when she had been employed as an assassin, and her method had rarely failed. When she learned that Dott Somi was in here, she was dimly aware that the food distribution in the yard might not be as simple as it appeared to be. Apart from the viscount and a fully-armed knight posed as his guard, there was an old man in a robe standing in front of the desk. He looked like a scholar from the old king¡¯s city. ¡°Lord Dott, you shouldn¡¯t have yelled at Lord Hyde yesterday. He did submit to you, but your occasional generosity and kindness will help him play his role better.¡± Dott Somi, who sat in a high backed armchair, whacked the desk in vexation. ¡°I know, but I can¡¯t control myself! It took me decades to get what I have. I was only this close to obtaining the two lands in the east, but a random order from Roland Wimbledon just shattered everything! Did you hear what that old fool said? He¡¯s willing to hand over his feudal rights and fully support His Majesty¡¯s new policy! Has it never occurred to him that other people may need those rights that he doesn¡¯t think he needs? That really pissed me off!¡± ¡°Smile, Your Lordship¡­ smile. You vented last night already.¡± The scholar stroked his beards. ¡°Since you¡¯re so reluctant to implement the new policy, why don¡¯t you refuse to hand over your feudal rights on the spot?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Dott was at a loss for words for a second. He then replied resentfully, ¡°Do you think I¡¯m in a position to defy the king? Even Timothy¡¯s royal knightage was defeated by Roland. Do you want me to die on the spot?¡± ¡°Therefore, your complaints don¡¯t help with anything but only worsen the matter. Such being the case, do you still want to continue with this meaningless grumble?¡± ¡°¡­ damn!¡± The viscount cursed under his breath after a long silence. ¡°As His Majesty has forfeited nothing but feudal rights, you can follow the example of Earl William. As long as you properly manage your current domain, you won¡¯t suffer great losses.¡± ¡°But without the executive power over the jurisdiction, those greedy patrol team will sooner or later come here. How am I supposed to stop them by then?¡± Dott shook his head vigorously. ¡°You know what I sell. Once they find out, no doubt I¡¯ll be sent to the gallows.¡± ¡°Then abandon that business,¡± the scholar answered immediately. ¡°I¡¯ve told you this isn¡¯t going to last long. Since you¡¯ve already raised enough capitals and that the church no longer imposes any restrictions on you, you can now turn to some regular businesses. Why did you put so many efforts in gaining control of the Gilen Family in the first place? Didn¡¯t you want to expand your territory and your authority to be in a more secure position?¡± The viscount was apparently having some difficulties in washing his hands of the whole matter. After hesitating for around seven or eight minutes, he finally gave a nod with a flash of heroism. ¡°I see. This will be the last food distribution. After Hyde is done, I¡¯ll talk to him personally.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t just suspend the business all of a sudden, as that¡¯ll raise unwelcome suspicions. You can still do it for a short while but just tell them not to come pick up orders again.¡± ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll do what you said.¡± After resolving to leave what the scholar called a ¡°shady business¡±, Dott was completely alleviated. He leaned backward in the armchair and laughed aloud. ¡°The two Gilens must have no idea what they¡¯ve missed. Since they don¡¯t know about anything, I obviously become the perfect person to take care of the Gilen Family. I bet Hyde still thinks his parents died in that refugee riot, doesn¡¯t he? Hahaha¡­¡± The words enraged Nightingale so much that her pupils suddenly contracted in anger. Chapter 879 Chapter 879: Excuse For Betrayal Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Why did Dott Somi mention the riot? It was true that many years ago, a tragic mine accident had resulted in hundreds of deaths among mine laborers. Since at that time the mine owner had only been willing to indemnify the losses for freemen, his indifference toward those underpaid refugee workers outraged the victims¡¯ family members, which had thus led to a huge riot in Silver City. Swarms of refugees had escaped from the mining area in a fury, looting and plundering every residence coming into sight. After an extensive pillage, the riot had finally been quashed by the knightage in the king¡¯s city, and peace and order had been again restored. That was the last time she had seen her parents. It was until she and her brother had been escorted to the old Gilen mansion that they had learned the death of their parents. But now it appeared that it had not been the case, based on what the viscount had just said. Nightingale did not expect she would overhear a completely different side of the story decades after the accident. If the viscount was indeed telling the truth, she would have to investigate something other than the relationship between Hyde and the Somis. Nightingale exited the room quietly. She reached the basement floor and turned on the Sigil of Listening she took with her. The Sigil was initially to facilitate the communication between her and Roland in the event Roland wanted her immediate return. She did not anticipate that she would use it on such an occasion. ¡°It did seem quite fishy,¡± After hearing the account at the other end of the line, Roland replied. ¡°So you want to stay at the mansion a little longer?¡± ¡°Yes, I plan to ask Hyde in person at night¡­ Perhaps he knows something.¡± Nightingale hesitated for a moment and then apologized. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty. I¡­¡± ¡°No need to apologize.¡± Roland quickly interrupted her. ¡°I¡¯ll wait for you at the camp while you¡¯re conducting your investigation. Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s very safe in here. As long as I stay in, I¡¯m not breaking the promise. You need to take care of yourself and stay safe. Don¡¯t act rashly. No matter what you discover, you have to report to me every four hours.¡± Nightingale felt the warmth of Roland¡¯s words wash over her. After a moment of silence, she replied in a soft voice, ¡°Yes, I understand.¡± ¡­ When the moonlight faded away outside the skylight, Nightingale left the cellar for Hyde¡¯s room. She had confirmed the location of her brother¡¯s room earlier. The slant of the moonlight indicated it was a quarter past midnight, a perfect time for her to take action, for most people were in a deep slumber at this hour, and even vigil guards sometimes dozed off in the dead of the night. Hyde¡¯s bedroom was on the first floor of the mansion close to the backyard, a place usually for servants or insignificant guests. This room arrangement further corroborated the testimonies of the two guards. It not only showed that Viscount Dott did not take the heir of House Gilen very seriously but also suggested that all the kindness the Somis had perpetrated in the past was feigned. Due to Hyde¡¯s low status in the household, the entire hall and the hallway were unguarded, which provided Nightingale ample time to escape in case of an emergency. After entering the bedroom, Nightingale dragged her brother out of bed straight away. Before Hyde completely woke up and realized what had happened, he felt the chill of a dagger around his throat. ¡°Any screams, cries or wailings will bring you an instant death. You got it?¡± Nightingale whispered behind Hyde. Hyde nodded immediately. ¡°Very well. Now turn around and look who I am.¡± Hyde soon submitted to Nightingale¡¯s order. His pupils dilated instantly after he figured out who the assassin was in the dismal moonlight. If it was not because of the dagger to his throat, he would have shrieked. But he managed to keep silent. Nightingale slowly withdrew the dagger after making sure that her brother was tranquilized. ¡°Why¡­ why are you here?¡± Hyde could barely suppress the tremor in his voice. ¡°Didn¡¯t you die a long time ago?¡± The moment Hyde spoke, his words resurrected all the thin threads of her old bitter memories. For a second, Nightingale felt as though she were in the old Gilen mansion again. The revived pain of the betrayal from her own brother and the agony of being abused and used by her remote relatives blurred her vision and perturbed her mind. This is the person who exposed the most tender part of her heart to vicious strangers. Nightingale bit her tongue to let the smell of the blood disperse the multitude of thoughts in her head. She asked, ¡°Why did you say that?¡± ¡°Because, because¡­¡± Hyde swallowed hard. ¡°Timothy searched the entire king¡¯s city and the surrounding towns. He announced that all witches were executed. But Veronica, I mean, sister¡­ I don¡¯t want you to die. I was shocked at the news at that time as well. I thought if you didn¡¯t leave by yourself, you probably wouldn¡¯t have been persecuted.¡± ¡°Veronica¡­¡± thought Nightingale. It was a name she had not used for years. However, after years of self-improvement and personal training, she was no longer as gullible as she used to be. The tremulous magic power inside her body had told her that the latter half of Hyde¡¯s speech was a complete lie. ¡°Why are you with Viscount Dott Somi?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Hyde paused for a second. ¡°After the death of old Gilen, there were constant disputes within the family. I didn¡¯t know much about the details, but by the time I was about to inherit the title, there were not much savings in the household. It was at that time that the viscount called on me. He basically didn¡¯t leave me many choices.¡± [lying] ¡°Did he force you to join the Somi Family?¡± ¡°Yes. He said if I didn¡¯t agree, he would weed me out¡­¡± [lying] ¡°Then what¡¯re you doing for him at present?¡± Nightingale asked nonchalantly. ¡°Are you helping peasants?¡± ¡°No.¡± Hyde gritted his teeth. ¡°He¡¯s just using me to sell Dreamland Water! There¡¯re Rats disguised as peasants coming here to pick up orders. I didn¡¯t discover his scheme until very recently!¡± The first half was true, while the second was still a lie. Nightingale found she was not annoyed but actually quite relieved. This was the exact feeling when she normally communicated with strangers. Lies and truth always went together, and people were always treacherous and weaselly. Sometimes, even a blood-related tended to be unreliable and deceitful. Ever since her awakening, Nightingale had been used to the caprice of human nature. Over the past few years, she had developed the ability to grasp the truth out of a bunch of lies through threats and coaxing while remaining unperturbed at the same time. As such, she actually felt uneasy to speak with Roland sometimes, for the latter rarely lied to her. Now, the Shadow Killer who had once made nobles in the Central Region tremble returned. ¡°What¡¯s your plan next?¡± Hearing these words, Hyde suddenly prostrated to the floor and implored Nightingale, ¡°Please help me, sister!¡± ¡°Help you?¡± Hyde crawled forward. ¡°I know I was wrong¡­ but I¡¯m your brother! The viscount never views me as a real noble. You¡¯ve seen it. He puts me in this servant¡¯s room. The renovation of the mansion is just to fool the public. If I continue to stay here, he would sooner or later kill me!¡± ¡°So you want me to get you out of here?¡± ¡°Get out of here? Then I¡¯ll lose everything, won¡¯t I?¡± Hyde shook his head in a fright. He then pronounced his words through his teeth. ¡°You killed old Gilen, didn¡¯t you? I don¡¯t know what ability you¡¯ve employed, but you can easily get in here, so you must know how to enter his bedroom. Sister, kill him! Once he¡¯s dead, I¡¯ll have a chance to become a real noble of the Somi Family. After, after that, you can kill the other successors one after another. By that time, I¡¯ll own this domain¡­ and all the properties of the Somis!¡± Nightingale looked into his eyes. When Hyde could no longer bear the awkward silence, she ventured. ¡°Before that, I want to ask you a question.¡± ¡°Sure, sure¡­¡± responded her brother instantly. ¡°Why did you betray me back then?¡± Nightingale stressed each word with due strength. Chapter 880 Chapter 880: Destitute Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The answer came faster than she had anticipated. ¡°Why¡­¡± Hyde did not reply immediately. ¡°Just because you¡¯re a witch¡­¡± There was no reaction of the magic string, which indicated that Hyde was telling the truth. In a second, Nightingale seemed to understand many things. The notion that witches were Devil¡¯s minions and the representation of the Fallen was so permeated among the public that people no longer viewed a person as a human being once she turned into a witch. The dehumanization process had thus further given rise to an alienation between the brother and sister. The so-called betrayal was simply an automatic self-protection mechanism. Perhaps, Hyde still believed he had done the right thing, and that was why he could blurt out his response so naturally. Afterwards, Hyde said something else. He reproached himself for his ignorance and claimed that he had not known the rumor about witches was a fabrication created by the church. He also said he had truly repented for his sin and hoped that Nightingale could forgive him. Nightingale, however, could not really register his words, for she was still absorbed in her own thoughts. So she shouldn¡¯t blame Hyde because everyone would have made the same decision under the same circumstances? For Hyde, he was not betraying his own sister but a demon who would sooner or later lose all her attachments to humanity. Since he thought she was a demon, there was no trust between them whatsoever. But¡­ is it really true for everyone? Nightingale thought of another person, although she was currently confronting Hyde. That person was also a noble. If exposing a witch was a matter of course, he should have sent Anna, a witch to whom he was not related and had never met before, to the gallows a long time ago. He did not fear witches, nor did he hate them, but was simply curious. His eyes were always so clear that she could always easily see through his mind. He had remained open to her even when she had held a knife to his throat. All the memories came flooding back. Nightingale then remembered that snowy day. It was the first winter after their encounter. ¡°¡­ I don¡¯t think she¡¯ll die during the Months of Demons.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°She said she wouldn¡¯t lose to the Demonic Torture, and I believe her.¡± ¡°You even believe a witch. We¡¯re cursed by demons.¡± ¡°Really? I believe you, too.¡± The pictures in her head faded away. Nightingale took a deep breath and pulled herself back to the reality. ¡°Wait here. If anybody comes to look for you, do what you normally do like I¡¯ve never shown up.¡± ¡°Hold, hold on¡­ Where are you going?¡± She put the dagger back to her waist and stepped into the Mist. ¡°To do what I should do.¡± ¡­ Nightingale knew Hyde was right. She could easily invade Viscount Dott Somi¡¯s bedroom and threaten him to spit out all the truth with a dagger. Most nobles would lose their minds at the sight of a sharp blade and automatically disclose everything without further coercion. Some stubborn ones, however, might insist on their silence for a while, but would eventually pour their hearts out after she denailed their ten fingers. This was a theory she had developed after years of assassination experience. If the death of her parents did have something to do with the viscount, she would definitely make him pay with his life. Yet Nightingale did not want a brutal revenge at this moment. Especially after she confronted Hyde. She was now no longer alone. She had a person she could trust her life with and a person who equally trusted her. Compared to the traditional method employed by her as a Shadow Killer, Nightingale intended to solve the problem in an alternative way. She believed if it were Roland, he would definitely not want to see her cause so much bloodshed. Nightingale walked out of the Mist and entered Dott¡¯s study. Several pitch-dark black holes, which resembled inky spheres, appeared in the black and white world. Ignoring the dozing guards at the door, she rested her eyes on the domain of God¡¯s Stone next to the bookshelf. Nightingale slowly walked to the wall, and the wall soon twisted and distorted. The outline of the wall curled up like dry, tangled hair, revealing what was hidden beneath. Through the distortion, Nightingale could perceive the details that eyes of ordinary people could not penetrate. She saw a metal rod hidden in the wall, one end connecting to the bookshelf and the other attached to a ¡°black ball¡±. It was a very common trap. Nightingale broke the bell hung below the trap effortlessly. She then picked an ordinary-looking book and pushed it. Without a sound, the trap door was open. The secret vault was embedded with God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, but that did not pose an issue to her. Before she had entered her adulthood, old Gilen had hired a Rat leader to teach her all the skills that should be possessed by an experienced, cunning thief. After years of training, she had learned every deft trick of burglary, including how to open various lock catches with a copper needle. After breaking open three or four iron vaults, Nightingale found what she wanted. It was a recent ledger that kept a record of all the Dreamland Water transactions, including the order number, the name of the purchaser, and the quantity of the stocks for each transaction. As she had expected, nobles tended to hide important stuff somewhere they believed was most secure. Both the ledger and the stocks in the mansion would provide solid evidence of the viscount¡¯s crimes. Nightingale returned to the basement and reported everything to Roland. The following day when it was scarcely past dawn, the First Army who had received instructions surrounded the whole mansion. ¡­ Three days later, when Hyde was just released from the prison, Nightingale came to him again. His frame was emaciated and his countenance expressed a deeper despondence. Wan and lost, he looked like a walking dead. It was the presence of Nightingale that finally brought some color to his cheeks. There was a tinge of anger and hatred in his eyes. ¡°Viscount Somi is going to be hanged. His family members were sentenced to 20 years of hard labor. The two domains of his were subject to civil forfeiture. This is what you want me to have?¡± After they entered an empty alley, Hyde could not contain himself anymore. He growled at Nightingale, ¡°You snatched everything from me and left me nothing!¡± ¡°You should feel fortunate that you haven¡¯t been treated as a member of the Somi Family.¡± Nightingale said placidly, ¡°Compared to the viscount, you¡¯re at least alive.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because you want to see me continue to suffer, to live as laughingstock! You ruined my life eight years ago, and you did it again now¡­ Do you know what life I had after you killed old Gilen? I finally got a chance to obtain the Somis¡¯ lands, and you ruined it! I was a fool to believe you would help me!¡± Hyde clenched his fist. ¡°Now, I¡¯ve no title, no land. Are you happy now? You¡¯ve never forgiven me, Veronica! You¡¯re such a liar¡­ you just want revenge! I should have known it long before!¡± His hysterical hollering, in the end, yielded to a suppressed sob. He curled up his body and started to weep. ¡°I¡¯ve got nothing¡­ nothing¡­¡± Nightingale was silent for a while before she spoke, ¡°You¡¯re right. I¡¯ve never forgiven you, and I never will. A betrayal from a sibling is more intolerable than one from a stranger.¡± She paused for a moment and then continued, ¡°But you do have something. At least, I¡¯ve given you freedom.¡± Hyde looked up, his face covered with dirt and snot. ¡°Nobody, neither old Gilen nor the Somis, can manipulate you now. Whatever path you choose in the future, whatever you¡¯re doing, they¡¯ll be solely on your own decision. You¡¯ll no longer live like a puppet as you did in the past. Whether you think it¡¯s a punishment or a torture, I don¡¯t care. That¡¯s your own choice ¡ª we¡¯re officially done as of today.¡± With these words, Nightingale turned around and headed to the end of the alley before she disappeared from Hyde¡¯s sight a minute later. Chapter 881 Chapter 881: A Hundred Times Yes Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The sun gradually sank behind the mountains and forests, gilding the surrounding clouds. The color of the sky was shifting slowly from blue to white then to red. In the end, the last drop of sun cast a crimson shadow on the thick grassland. At the end of the Gilen Family¡¯s domain, there was a bulging slope. Standing on top of it, Nightingale could see her family¡¯s houses, farmlands, and forests adjacent to the mountains. When she had been little, she had liked to sit on his father¡¯s shoulders and ascended the slope to see the complete picture of their property. When her parents¡¯ bodies covered with bruises and wounds had been sent back and her servants had asked where she had wanted her parents to be buried, she had chosen the slope without hesitation. At the time, she had been extremely upset at her parents¡¯ death and had had a hard time believing they were actually gone. She had wished at some point her parents could open their eyes. In that way, they could see her and her brother, no matter where she and her brother were in the mansion. Now she once again visited her parents¡¯ tombstones, but with a totally different attitude. There was not much dust on the tombstones. Obviously, somebody had been constantly dusting them. Bending over, she put a pile of neatly folded white paper in front of the two tombstones. It was Viscount Somi¡¯s judgment. Faced with the indisputable evidence, the viscount soon collapsed. After Roland promised his underaged children would not be punished for the crime he had committed, he had admitted his crime of smuggling Dreamland Water and had also confessed the entire process of taking the Gilen Family¡¯s properties. It turned out, beneath the valley that between the two families¡¯ domains, there really are buried treasures, although it was not a gem mine but possibly a gold mine. The one who had discovered it was a farmer working for the Somi Family. Due to the different geographical positions, what the Gilen Family referred to as ¡°valleys¡± was actually at the ground floor of Somi¡¯s domain. Farmers of the Somi Family had often fetched water and bathed downstream. One day, a lucky guy had found gold dust in the spring water coming down. He had then asked others to help further search for more gold, which had thus attracted Dott Somi¡¯s attention. Instantly, he had prohibited them from spreading the news and sent his men to search for the origin of the gold dust. Yet the result of the search had greatly disappointed him. His men had indeed found more gold upstream and they had speculated that the coarse golds in the river had been a result of the sag of rocks caused by constant water erosion and seepage. However, an increasing amount of evidence had shown that the gold ore might be close to the Gilen Family. As such, they had had no choice but to suspend the exploration. Due to the special status of Silver City, the numbers of knights and supporters local nobles were allowed to own were more or less limited, so Dott could not just take the gold mine. Seeing that he really wanted this huge treasure, he had laid his eyes upon Viscount Gilen. He had started his plan with old Gilen, a distant relative of the Gilen Family. He had a simple yet ruthless plan. Considering old Gilen had no title nor manor, he had tempted old Gilen to cooperate him and promised he could make old Gilen the master of the Gilen Family under the condition that old Gilen would give him a piece of land. Old Gilen could not resist the temptation of becoming a real noble, so he had agreed to help Dott. Dott bribed the Rats to kill Nightingale¡¯s parents during the refugee riot then old Gilen took the chance to take in Hyde and Nightingale and helped to manage their domain. Old Gilen planned that when Hyde entered his adulthood, he would force Hyde to waive his manor and title, which was as easy as pie¡ªafter all, an heir without parents was just as helpless as a bird in a cage. If any other nobles had a problem with it, they could only blame old Gilen for being too greedy. His plan would have been completed, but Nightingale¡¯s awakening had sabotaged his plan¡ªon the day of her adulthood, she had killed old Gilen and disappeared into thin air. Old Gilen had never got the title he had dreamed of even in his last moments. Dott Somi had to alter his plan¡ªhe could win old Gilen over, but he could not get everyone¡¯s support from the Gilen Family. After all, he had only had one bargaining chip¡ªthe title. He had to make the best use out of it. Ironically, he had turned to Hyde in the end. When Nightingale had first heard about it, she had found it ridiculous¡ªthe thing that was meant to be Hyde¡¯s was used as a bargaining chip for Hyde to earn; yet Hyde was naive enough to believe Dott would help him. So he did not hesitate before agreeing to Dott¡¯s proposal, the man who had murdered his parents. With the Viscount¡¯s support, Hyde stood out from all his relatives, who were contending for power and wealth, and successfully kept his title of nobility and became the official heir of the Gilen Family. According to their agreement, he would merge with the Somi Family. He had done so not because he had wanted to keep his promise, but because he had had no other choice¡ªafter going through internal strife, his family¡¯s industry was on the verge of collapse and most of his subjects had left. After plotting for 10 years, the Viscount had finally gotten what he had wanted. He had even saved enough capital to exploit the mine little by little by smuggling Dreamland Water. Once the mineral vein was located, the wealth that the Somi Family could gain would last for centuries. But Roland destroyed his ambitious dream. For a likely gold mine, Dott had murdered fellow nobles, making several families fall apart¡­ A vicious scheme, which led to the death of nearly 20 people, ended with a noose around his neck. From beginning to the end, he had not been able to take a glance at the gold mine. Taking out the flint, Nightingale burnt the judgment paper. She had heard, from Roland, of an ancient way of mourning, which was to shape paper into the appearance of the item one wished to deliver, burn it, and then the deceased would be able to receive the present. Since a fire could connect spirits, smoke and fire with special wills had a chance to pass through the gate connecting the worlds of life and death, especially at dusk when the two worlds were the closest. Through this ritual, Nightingale wished to deliver the message that the murderer had been executed to the spirits of her parents. Although Roland also said that he actually did not agree with the idea of the worlds of life and death, she did not care that much. She was not so much comforting her parents as she was comforting herself. By the time she walked off the slope, the sky had turned completely dark. Roland was waiting for her not far away. The moment she saw the familiar figure, she felt relieved and safe. ¡°Is this really okay? Letting him go unscathed?¡± Roland twitched his mouth. ¡°I¡¯ve been longing to teach him a lesson.¡± ¡°Oh? As who?¡± Nightingale asked, raising her eyebrows. ¡°Ahem¡­¡± Roland coughed twice. ¡°Of course as a king.¡± Nightingale shook her head, smiling. ¡°It¡¯s over. I¡¯m done with him. If you really want to teach him a lesson, you can send men to take him back and beat him up again.¡± ¡°Since you¡¯ve dropped the matter, I¡¯ll let him go,¡± Roland said, spreading out his hands. ¡°Em, right¡­¡± Nightingale suddenly stopped walking, knelt down, saluted with her hand across her chest as she did when she had pledged her fealty for the first time. She said, ¡°Your Majesty, could you allow me to always stay by your side and serve you?¡± ¡°Why do you suddenly mention this?¡± Roland was startled. ¡°Haven¡¯t I agreed?¡± ¡°Because I want to hear it again.¡± Nightingale insisted. Roland shrugged helplessly, walked to her side, stroke her head, and said, ¡°Listen carefully¡ªem, Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes¡­ 100 times Yes. Are you satisfied?¡± The magic string did not vibrate. Instead, it was as peaceful and soft as the earth under the curtain of night. I¡¯m so lucky to have met him. Nightingale curled her lips into a smile and said, ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 882 Chapter 882: The Return of the King Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The king was coming! Since Roland Wimbledon¡¯s troops were stationed in Redwater City, the discussion over this event filled the streets and alleys of the old king¡¯s city and reached its peak when the Lord of Silver City submitted to Roland. Although a fraction of people repeatedly emphasized that Roland did not ascend the throne, compared to his previous titles as rebel king and invader, most of the civilians still believed that the future King of Graycastle was none other than Roland. A coronation was probably the exact purpose for this trip. The new king did not seem to be in a hurry as he stayed in each one of the cities for several weeks. By the time he made his way toward Redwater City, it was already mid-summer. The increasing temperature did not decrease people¡¯s enthusiasm, however. Taverns were still full of voices talking about Roland¡¯s inauguration; main streets were decorated with colorful ribbons, houses over two stories near the palace were all leased out. The desolate old king¡¯s city seemed to have been restored its former glory. Perhaps only during such occasions the citizens in the city were reminded of the style and features a king¡¯s city should have. It had been over a year since Roland last stepped onto this piece of land. The moment he walked through the city gate, pedals collected by the local girls covered the sky; cheers from the audience instantly ignited the city¡ªthey were not praising the new king¡¯s wisdom and benevolence, it was merely a habit of the people here. Nini and Pod were among them. The two of them happened to live in a tower building close to the main street, which offered them the best seats that overlooked the entire scene. Their parents were too busy serving potential tenants to stop them, enabling them to freely climb to the top of the tower, lie on the red-brick roof, and watch the grand occasion of the army going into the city. ¡°Here they are¡­ Is that His Majesty standing in the carriage? He looks so much younger than the Second Prince,¡± Nini shouted with surprise. ¡°Wow, look! He¡¯s waving at us! Lord Timothy would never do that!¡± ¡°He¡¯s waving at everyone in this direction.¡± Pod shrugged. ¡°We climbed so high. There is no way for him to see us.¡± ¡°We¡¯re also included in everyone, am I wrong?¡± Nini said righteously. ¡°Judging by his appearance alone, he looks much nicer than the Second Prince.¡± ¡°So the nice king hanged a big batch of nobles, including His Highness Timothy¡ªhis biological elder brother. The temporarily constructed gallows are still standing in the square. He must be the ruler who has killed the most people in the king¡¯s city, even if you include the Rats.¡± ¡°Hey, why do you always talk contrary to me?¡± Nini glared at Pod. ¡°I don¡¯t like him,¡± Pod said with a pouted mouth. ¡°He¡¯s never taken this city as his home. He advocates that in Western Region, there are more working opportunities and encourages people to go there, but what about us? Nowadays the number of customers that come to father¡¯s tavern has reduced by half. Isn¡¯t he the one to blame?¡± ¡°So who do you like? The Second Prince?¡± ¡°I disliked him too. In order to catch witches, he caused turmoil over the entire city¡­ The old king is the best, at least he wouldn¡¯t¡ª¡± ¡°God! Look at the girl next to His Majesty!¡± Before Pod finished talking, Nini had put aside the topic they were discussing. Pointing at the carriage the king was standing on, she cried out, ¡°She¡¯s turning back. Oh God, she¡¯s so beautiful!¡± Pod had no choice, but to sigh. Her discovery seemed to have attracted the crowd¡¯s attention¡ªif one could ride on the carriage with the king, the significance of that person was self-evident. Discussions in the streets got hotter. Obviously, people were full of interests toward this strange yet pretty girl. Suddenly, Nini and Pod heard a clear, peculiar roar. Before they realized it, a gray figure, like an arrow shot from a bow, dashed in front of them and went directly into the tower building. Downstairs, a series of sounds followed as panic shouting, someone falling on the ground, and wine glasses smashing to pieces filled the air. ¡°What was that?¡± Nini asked in surprise. ¡°I¡¯ve no idea, but it seems it came from our home!¡± Pod hurriedly stood up. ¡°Let¡¯s get back and take a look.¡± ¡°Ok!¡± They climbed down the brick wall, the same way as they went up, and hopped into the tavern from a window. To their surprise, several armored warriors were surrounding the guests. On the floor, there was sprayed alcohol, water, bowl and cup fragments, and a few feathers everywhere. The first thing that came into Nini¡¯s head was that Pod¡¯s complaint about His Majesty was overheard by somebody, and she wanted to muffle Pod¡¯s mouth, hide somewhere , and make no sound no matter what they saw. Yet she could not manage to do that. In actuality, when Nini and Pod came in from the window, the warriors had noticed these two ¡°uninvited guests¡±. The warriors did not come to arrest them. Instead, they smiled at them. After a few minutes, the warriors went out one after another, leaving Pod¡¯s astonished parents and the guests behind. A man who seemed to be the head of the warriors even took out 10 silver royals and put them into Pod¡¯s father¡¯s hand. Waiting until the warriors all left, Nini hesitantly went to her parents and asked, ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°It was unbelievable,¡± out of excitement, her father answered with exaggerated body gestures, ¡°when the king¡¯s honor guards passed by the street corner, a guest suddenly took out a loaded crossbow and aimed at the king!¡± Nini could not help but gasp in astonishment. ¡°And then?¡± ¡°We were frightened. If that arrow had been shot, all of us would have been in trouble. Luckily, at that moment, a bird, no, a person flew in and stopped that guy!¡± ¡°A person?¡± ¡°Not exactly. When she flew in she was a bird, but when she hit that guy on the head she became a person¡ªa little girl about your age.¡± A guest then said, ¡°We didn¡¯t come back to our normal selves until the crossbow fell to the floor. We went and tightly pinned down the assassin, then those warriors broke down the door.¡± ¡°Are you sure about what you saw?¡± Pod asked doubtfully, ¡°That bird, no, the person who can transform into a bird, where is she? Could it be that you secretly drunk Dreamland Water and were hallucinating?¡± ¡°By the time we had subdued the assassin, she had already left.¡± Pod¡¯s father raised his palm and slapped at the back of Pod¡¯s head, which made Pod stagger. ¡°You dare doubt what I said. You¡¯re in for punishment!¡± The crowd burst into laughter. The feathers attracted Nini¡¯s attention¡ªthey had similar colors to ordinary Goshawk¡¯s feathers but were much wider and softer. She carefully collected those feathers, pined them to her head, and looked up and down at herself. She felt she could fly too¡­ Her heart was full of satisfaction, thinking she could use them as a headpiece. This seemingly thrilling assassination did not draw much attention. Soon enough, people began to talk about the king and his followers. They were not aware of it but at least ten such incidents had already happened. Fortunately, with Sylvie on guard, all the individual assassinations that relied on luck ended up in failure. Furthermore, the patrol team silently caught most of the criminals before their plans could be carried out. ¡°Well done.¡± While constantly waving towards the audience, Roland took a second to nod and said toward the carriage behind him, ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that there were still so many remnant factions left in the old king¡¯s city. It seems the situation isn¡¯t as stable as we imagined.¡± ¡°My pleasure, Your Majesty,¡± Sylvie replied. ¡°Since you knew it wasn¡¯t stable, you shouldn¡¯t have chosen to enter the city this way,¡± Agatha said coldly¡ªnot sure whether it was age related decision, Roland felt her temper had become more and more similar to Scroll when it came to the matter of security. ¡°Common people like you are too fragile. Sometimes an obscure wound can kill you,¡± Agatha said. ¡°I¡¯d stop any attack,¡± next to Agatha, Anna said calmly. ¡°Besides, Nana Pine is also among the security team.¡± ¡°You are spoiling him.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­¡± Roland hurriedly cut in. ¡°In order to improve myself in the eyes of the people, such a risk is worth taking. After all, as a new king, I need to become acquainted with my subjects.¡± In the carriage, there was Sylvie, Agatha, Isabella, Phyllis, and Zooey. Additionally, the elites of the First Army were in the surrounding area. Theoretically, such a powerful combination of guards could guarantee zero chance of an incident occurring. ¡°That¡¯s irrelevent. You could have chosen a safer way, such as standing on a platform in the palace and speaking to your subjects.¡± Indeed, he did this for no other reason than to enjoy the fun of making an inspection tour. If he could, he¡¯d prefer setting up two voice tubes in front of the carriage and greet his subjects with words like ¡°Hello, my people¡­¡±. ¡°Your Majesty, we¡¯re arriving at the palace,¡± his guard said, which also had the effect of stopping Agatha from complaining anymore. Roland sighed in relief. Through the redecorated inner city gate, he saw a group of nearly 100 men standing respectfully, waiting for his arrival. Some of them were the Western Region¡¯s old officials, such as Theo and Barov¡¯s disciples, some were new officials who were originally surrendered small nobles, but most of them were newly enrolled scholars and civilians. Since the completion of the previous reform, the entire Central Region of Graycastle was officially in his control. When the Eastern Front Army took over the Seawindshire region, Graycastle would basically be an integrated kingdom. When the carriage stopped, Roland lifted his cloak in high spirit, got off the carriage step by step, and waved toward the audience behind him. ¡°Let¡¯s go. Follow me to the palace!¡± Chapter 883 Chapter 883: A New Generation of Officials Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Respects to Your Majesty!¡± Following the ceremonial officer Blanche Orlando¡¯s lead, all of the officials knelt down in unison such that they formed a low human wall along both sides of the palace. ¡°Respects to Your Majesty!¡± Next to follow were the servants and maids who took charge of the palace¡¯s daily cleaning and routine matters. As Roland swept his eyes across the hall, he saw that everyone¡¯s heads were lowered, and their facial expressions were filled with both respect and fear. ¡°Respects to Your Majesty!¡± Last to follow were the soldiers of the First Army, who knelt down behind him. Their voices were the loudest of the three groups, sounding almost like an unceasing succession of tidal waves. Roland had thought that he would be unmoved by such a scene, having observed numerous large crowds and spectacular military parades in his time. Yet, at the moment of experience, he realized that it was invariably heart-warming to be revered by so many people, no matter how many times it had happened before. As the crowd continued to cheer loudly, Roland walked up the steps toward the core area of the old King¡¯s City ¨C the Holy Temple of Double Towers. After he had sat down firmly on the throne, the officials made their way into the hall one after another and arranged themselves in three rows in front of him. Roland could not help feeling a little emotional as he observed these nearly 100 people. The City of Dawn was indeed worthy of being the Kingdom of Graycastle¡¯s former center ¨C it had taken only a year to recruit all of these officials, who were already equipped with literacy skills. Even more commendable was the fact that most of them were from humble backgrounds. This level of education was perhaps only rivaled by Neverwinter City. ¡°Your Majesty, this is your scepter.¡± Blanche respectfully handed him a shining gold staff. Exquisite patterns were engraved all over it, while a translucent blue sapphire was embedded on its tip. ¡°It¡¯s forged by a goldsmith who specializes in making these things. Every king¡¯s scepter is furnished with its own unique features.¡± Roland was normally uninterested in such meaningless symbols of power. He felt that people might get the impression that he was a young upstart if he acted overly unceremonious and rude. However, he quickly discovered that the artifact was not simply for display. After all, it was not easy to gather everyone¡¯s attention in such a large and spacious hall. And the scepter was the best tool for this purpose. He raised it up high before tapping it on the floor. With that, the crowd became quiet at once. ¡°All of you know who I am already, so I shall skip the introduction.¡± Roland scanned the entire hall and spoke at a slow pace. ¡°My goals for this expedition are simple. The first is to eliminate threats, and the second is to put things back in order. My definition of ¡®threat¡¯ isn¡¯t confined to military opponents, but includes anyone who hinders the implementation of the new policies, whether he be a noble, merchant, freeman or a rat. These people shall be dealt with no differently from rebels.¡± ¡°To achieve the second goal, an administrative system similar to that of Neverwinter City will be put in place. By now, all of you should¡¯ve heard that anyone who becomes a City Hall official shall receive generous rewards and benefits, while promotion won¡¯t be based on ancestry or family background. In other words, based on ability, a commoner can rise to the ranks of a minister or even the Prime Minister!¡± A flurry of whispers and murmurs arose in the crowd at once. Before this announcement, even the minor nobles, let alone the commoners, could not imagine attaining such lofty positions even in their wildest dreams. The story of Barov, who rose from being a treasurer¡¯s apprentice to becoming a figure only second to His Majesty in power, was already well-known in these parts. Everyone¡¯s eyes began to sear as they contemplated their chance of becoming a minister one day. ¡°Of course, not everyone will be admitted into the city hall. You¡¯ll need to pass the examination first.¡± Roland continued calmly. The discussions grew even louder. ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯ll be tested?¡± Someone from the crowd boldly asked. ¡°Questions that seek out the individual¡¯s reliability. This is no different from that done in the Neverwinter city hall,¡± he explained with a smile. ¡°A candidate shan¡¯t have to get every question right to pass, but there¡¯ll be a minimum score that has to be met. The specific contents of the examination shall be announced just prior to it.¡± In truth, the question set was adapted from the Ten Questions of Loyalty compiled by Scroll, plus a few more questions concerning the candidate¡¯s work attitude and expectation. The main purpose of the test was to ensure the purity of the administrative team, albeit it was not called a loyalty test as that might scare off people who thought too much. During this era, disloyalty was considered a terrible sin and could take several forms. For example, insulting the monarchy in one¡¯s mind, or discussing the king¡¯s deeds and misdeeds over drunk conversation, were considered acts of disloyalty by law. Yet, which citizen had never complained in private before? Not to mention the nobles. If people knew that loyalty was being tested, many would certainly stay away from the examination. Of course, when the scale of recruitment expanded in the future, Nightingale would be unable to examine every candidate thoroughly. However, at this preliminary stage, Roland hoped that the dependability of the administration could be ensured as much as possible. After all, many of those handpicked at this stage would eventually become stalwarts of the administration as long as they could adapt to the new system. ¡°Anyone who¡¯s recruited into the city hall will have to relinquish their businesses,¡± he added. ¡°No official shall be allowed to have dealings with merchants, or they¡¯ll be heavily punished if caught. I hope that everyone will consider this point carefully.¡± These words had the effect of a pail of cold water, and the hall became somewhat quieter at once. Unlike Bordertown, most people in the old King¡¯s City held long-term jobs, and thus it was a difficult choice for them to forsake all that they had built up and commit to a new job. However, this was a necessary measure to promote the concept of professionalism. Perhaps, some people would simply hand their businesses to their distant relatives or hire other people to run their businesses for them, but nevertheless, it was important to maintain this policy on the surface at least. Roland fully knew that genuine ¡°officials¡± did not exist in the Four Kingdoms; ministerial appointments were granted to nobles whom the king trusted, and as such, working for him was viewed as a form of glory instead of duty. And when their glory was not under threat, they would consider their personal interests first. Through professionalization, the selected personnel would be bound to their jobs, and they would be held accountable for their departments¡¯ success such that it would be impossible for them to seek fraudulent benefits. The only way for them to obtain more benefits would be through the increasing prosperity of the kingdom. By separating business and politics, it would also help to prevent situations where an individual was a competitor and an arbiter at the same time. ¡°My final point is, I shall personally record the name of every city hall official, regardless of his position.¡± Seeing that the mood had dampened, Roland decided to throw out the sweetener he had long prepared. ¡°Your position, as well as the benefits it warrants, won¡¯t only be effective in this city. All territories under my rule shall recognize your authority.¡± This was the biggest draw of a professional bureaucracy. The significance of becoming a bureaucrat was self-evident. It was not only a form of recognition but also offered the greatest security. Though the people in the hall might not be aware of its entire scope of benefits at the moment, they would understand the wonderful taste of ¡°eating national food¡± over time. As the old King¡¯s City had already been through several screenings, the noble class had all but disappeared, and thus the city was much easier to reorganize than the previous few cities. Many people retained doubts about the proposed plan, but nobody came forth to openly oppose it, while many more were willing to give the examination a go. A long queue quickly formed at the registration area after the convention ended. Roland returned to his study and was about to invite Theo, Yorko, and other old pals over for a private chat when a guard hurriedly entered the room. ¡°Your Majesty, we¡¯ve just received a report from the unit stationed in the Northern Region. They¡¯ve caught sight of the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s army to the west of Hermes.¡± Chapter 884 Chapter 884: The Impact of War Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°How¡¯s the situation in the west?¡± As soon as Nail and Uncle Sang entered the central tent, ¡°Eagle Face¡±, the commander of the garrison in the Northern Region, inquired about the state of the war. ¡°They¡¯re still increasing.¡± The veteran administered a military salute and briefly reported the findings of his observation over the past week. ¡°I was indeed surprised. I never thought there¡¯d be such a great force in the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± ¡°How many of them?¡± Eagle Face poured two cups of tea for them, looking completely unperturbed. ¡°8,000? 9,000?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s over 10,000.¡± Uncle Sang drained the cup. ¡°There¡¯s a nearly one mile stretch of encampments, along with more than 20 banners whose names I can¡¯t tell. I have no idea where they¡¯ve found so many people that are willing to cast their lives away.¡± ¡°Over 10,000?¡± Eagle Face stopped his writing. ¡°Ask the unit leader if you don¡¯t believe me.¡± Uncle Sang pointed to Nail next to him. ¡°In order to get an estimate of their number, we went very close to the old Holy City under the risk of being discovered. The entire suburb is filled with troops commanded by the nobles from the Kingdom of Dawn. They¡¯ve blocked the path that connects Hermes and the kingdom. Most refugees have retreated toward the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter. I bet they¡¯ve also deployed forces at Coldwind Ridge as well. At least, I¡¯ve seen several detachments of more than 100 people on the way back.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true,¡± Nail added with a nod. ¡°On the part of the Kingdom of Dawn, they¡¯re now waiting for the rest of their troops to get there whilst enhancing their defense of the surrounding areas. I suggest that our scout team not get too close to the old Holy City in the future, lest they¡¯re discovered by their patrolling knights.¡± Ever since they had noticed the unusual situation in Hermes, the garrison in the Northern Region had started to slowly proceed to the plateau area with the assistance of Duke Kant, not only to gather more intelligence but also to prepare for the upcoming battle. However, His Majesty did not approve Eagle Face¡¯s probing and attacking plan, only asking him to instead stay alert and continue to scout. With morbid disappointment, instead of waging a great war, the deputy battalion commander instead picked some capable soldiers from the garrison, instructing them to disguise as refugees to monitor both the new and the old Holy Cities in a rotation. In the meantime, he continued to update Neverwinter on the progress of the investigation. Nevertheless, Eagle Face had still made a few accomplishments over the past few months. After he had confirmed that the deployment of corps in the Holy City was not a trap, the garrison in the Northern Region had retrieved Coldwind Ridge. As for the army of the Kingdom of Dawn, they had only appeared two to three weeks ago. ¡°Sir, do you fear that those people will impede His Majesty¡¯s plan?¡± ¡°Hahaha, how is it possible?¡± Eagle Face burst into laughter. ¡°Even if their number doubles, they¡¯re no more than some waddling targets. Even the God¡¯s Punishment Army failed to break the defensive line under the bombardment of machine guns. How can they possibly approach His Majesty? I¡¯m actually happy to see they have tons of people. Let them attack the city wall of the Holy City first so that they¡¯ll know how fortified the church is. I really hope that the fight would bleed off strength from both of them. By then, I¡¯m sure His Majesty will agree to my proposal.¡± Eagle Face paused for a few seconds and then said, ¡°Good job, scouts. You can take a rest now.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Uncle Sang saluted. Nail, however, did not leave immediately. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, ¡°Can¡¯t we¡­ beat them off now?¡± Both Eagle Face and Uncle Sang were stunned. ¡°What?¡± ¡°His Majesty doesn¡¯t allow us to attack Hermes on our own, but it doesn¡¯t mean he doesn¡¯t let us fight against the army of the Kingdom of Dawn .¡± Nail bit his lip. ¡°If we wait until they launch an attack on the Holy City, the villages at the foot of Mountain Hermes may have already been razed to the ground.¡± The veteran sighed. ¡°Did you see something?¡± Eagle Face frowned. ¡°Pillage and massacre¡­¡± Nail clapped his hand over his forehead, reluctant to revisit the intense and inhumane scene. ¡°They didn¡¯t enter the old Holy City but simply encamped outside. Soldiers have mounted nearby residents on sharpened wooden stakes and used them as the parapet of the battalion. They treat women even worse¡­¡± ¡°Enough.¡± Eagle Face interrupted him. ¡°This is common in a war! Both the church and the Kingdom of Dawn are His Majesty¡¯s enemies. It¡¯s better for the enemies to consume each other than we doing it for them! Also, don¡¯t forget we¡¯re soldiers, the swords of His Majesty! It¡¯s our duty to kill.¡± ¡°But that¡¯s different!¡± Nail persisted. ¡°We fight to help His Majesty achieve his goal, but they¡­ they kill just for the sake of killing. Those villagers aren¡¯t believers, but they¡¯re treated worse than animals.¡± ¡°Sir, Nail is just overreacting a little.¡± Seeing Eagle Face¡¯s face cloud over, Uncle Sang explained immediately. He then turned to Nail and reproached. ¡°Seriously? Do you know what you¡¯re talking about? As long as the church is still there, we can¡¯t cross the Hermes Plateau. How can we stop the army of the Kingdom of Dawn if the church is in our way?¡± The New Holy City, which functioned as a great stronghold, connected all the flat areas of the plateau together. The four city gates in the outer part of the city were facing the four paths leading to the four kingdoms. Although the gates, currently unguarded, were accessible to refugees, it did not mean the church would allow the First Army to drive straight in, pass the Holy City, and enter the territory of the Kingdom of Dawn without any resistance. Nail certainly knew that. He took a deep breath and said, ¡°Actually, there¡¯s an alternative pathway.¡± ¡°A pathway?¡± ¡°I talked to some of the refugees on my way back. One of them told me that there¡¯s a path wide enough for two people to walk abreast in the steep cliffs on the outer side of the plateau. The road will be blocked by snow and ice in winter. However, when the snow melts, the path is again accessible, and you can directly cross Hermes without intruding upon the Holy City.¡± Eagle Face gazed at him for quite a while and shook his head. ¡°Forget about it.¡± Nail dropped his head and fell silent. ¡°You also know very well that this isn¡¯t a reliable plan¡­ no, it¡¯s an unachievable plan I should say.¡± The deputy battalion commander was surprisingly patient. ¡°First of all, it¡¯s questionable whether this passageway exists or not. Also, even if it does, and it successfully leads us to the old Holy City, we can¡¯t defeat a force of 10,000 people at once. His Majesty said very clearly during the night session that logistics always comes first before any operation. It would be hard to transport supplies on a path only wide enough for two people, not to mention machine guns and ammunition. Besides, there¡¯re only 500 people stationed in the Northern Region. The ammunition we¡¯re currently equipped with isn¡¯t enough to conduct a prolonged war. Once we¡¯re routed, we¡¯ll be defenseless. It¡¯s likely that the whole army would be wiped out!¡± Eagle Face rose to his feet and walked up to Nail. ¡°I want to fight a battle of annihilation more than you do, but that¡¯s just my personal opinion. As His Majesty and Sir Iron Axe have entrusted the army to me, I have the obligation to first think about the issue of safety and seek the best interests of the army when it comes to decision-making, whether it¡¯s regarding the current decision or the previous one with respect to the refugee settlement. Do you understand?¡± ¡°¡­ Yes, sir.¡± Nail clenched his fist but at length performed a military salute. ¡°Off you go.¡± When the two were about to retire, a soldier lifted the curtain and entered. ¡°Sir, a reply from His Majesty.¡± ¡°Really? Give it to me.¡± Eagle Face unfolded the encrypted letter in a haste. No sooner had Nail and Uncle Sang left the tent did he stop them. ¡°Wait a minute!¡± ¡°His Majesty has new instructions?¡± the veteran asked. ¡°Yes. The First Army has set off from king¡¯s city by boat and is now heading to the Northern Region at full speed. They¡¯ll be arriving at Coldwind Ridge in about 10 days.¡± ¡°That¡¯ll be too late¡­ after 10 days.¡± Nail lamented within himself. The army of the Kingdom of Dawn could reach the old Holy City anytime and turn the villages at the foot of Mount Hermes into an earthly hell within a couple of days. For a moment, he seemed to see the lady who had struggled under musket fire again, denouncing what he had done. ¡°Before their arrival, His Majesty wants us to take action immediately to prevent the army of the Kingdom of Dawn from entering the old Holy City. At least, we have to prevent them plundering the monastery.¡± Nail raised his head abruptly. ¡°Can we¡­ manage that?¡± Uncle Sang scratched the back of his head. ¡°It¡¯s going to be very hard. That¡¯s why His Majesty has dispatched special reinforcements who will arrive in the Northern Region tomorrow night.¡± Eagle Face closed the encrypted letter. ¡°Only the witches can get here that fast.¡± He then turned to the two men. ¡°Call a meeting with all the unit leaders! By the way, what¡¯s the name of the refugee who knows the secret pathway?¡± Chapter 885 Chapter 885: The Unlucky Tradesman Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Tangen thought himself very unfortunate. He was merely an ordinary tradesman who traveled between the City of Evernight and Hermes, selling furs and flannels produced in Graycastle to the church and bringing amulets or sculptures dipped in the holy water back to Graycastle. It had taken him nearly 10 years to finally establish himself and survive the fierce competition among his peers. Tangen had decided to use the extra money he had to expand his business. Therefore, he had purchased a residence with an additional warehouse at the skirt of the new Holy City to store his inventory. When he had been about to launch his business, however, the situation in the north had suddenly taken a turn for the worse. A great conflict between the new king of Graycastle and the church had broken out, which had resulted in a rapid decrease in the need for tokens of faith like amulets. As a consequence, he had not profited anything from the sale and instead had suffered a loss of around 20%. Nevertheless, Tangen believed he could still earn something by selling furs. As the tension between the church and the king increased, the price of furs actually went up. At that time, he had firmly believed that the church would gain the eventual victory. As a frequent visitor to the Holy City, Tangen knew how fortified the church was. Even the most skillful knight in the kingdom might not be able to compete against a Judgement Warrior, who was subject to the most intense training in Hermes. However, to his dismay, the church was defeated and it was a miserable defeat. His business had thus totally failed. Although he had reduced the price by 30%, nobody made a purchase. It was only until the Holy City had descended into a state of chaos and that his inventory had been stolen that Tangen had finally realized that the Holy City was no longer safe. In fact, he had had an ominous feeling ever since the collapse of the cathedral. However, unwilling to abandon his entire business that he had developed and been working on for so many years, he had taken a chance to stay. The arrival of the army of the Kingdom of Dawn at the foot of the Mountain Hermes, unfortunately, was the last straw. It was obvious that those soldiers had come here for the wealth that the church had accumulated for centuries. Tangen was sure that with intense avarice, those soldiers would have not only have robbed his furs but also taken his life if he continued to linger. After making the difficult decision with a flash of determination, Tangen had headed to the south with many other merchants. Through toils and snares, they had, in the end, arrived at Graycastle a few days later. They were treated fairly by the garrison troops at the border, asked some simple questions by the soldiers, and taken to a campground specifically for refugees. Afterwards, they were told that a fleet sent by the Duke of the Northern Region would take them back to the city in two days. Although his life work had been cast to the wind, Tangen was much more fortunate than his rival ¡°miser¡± Socas who had died on the way. After all, he was alive and still had a place to live in the City of Evernight, where his wife and children were waiting for him. At this thought, Tangen felt much better and thought all his misfortunes had finally come to an end. But his heart soon sank when two soldiers sent by the new king found him and took him out of the campsite. He tried to bribe the pair for some information with a few silver royals but failed miserably. Do they want to take advantage of me when I¡¯m most helpless and strip all my money? Tangen clasped his money pouch over his chest. This was the last bit he had. If he lost it, he would not be able to survive. Yet he was too scared to refuse these soldiers¡¯ request, for he was certainly not strong enough to resist the ferocious army that had even crushed the church. If he infuriated these monsters, he would probably suffer a more painful death. Tangen wailed in silence as he walked. ¡°Why am I the misfortunate one? Why did they pick me rather than anyone else? Am I now cursed by the Gods because I dumped all the overstocked amulets and sculptures into the ditch?¡± Filled with the bitterest sensations of despondence and lamentation, he did not hear the question posed by the deputy battalion commander until a moment later. ¡°Wh-what¡­ pathway?¡± The deputy commander did not fly into a rage but repeated his question patiently. ¡°One of my soldiers told me that you know a pathway that would allow us to take a detour around the new Holy City and directly reach the foot of Mountain Hermes. Is it true?¡± ¡°The one you told me about. You said some tradesmen often use that pathway to smuggle valuable goods. You did it a few times with them as well.¡± Another person put in. ¡°Hold on¡­ So they aren¡¯t coming for my gold royals?¡± Tangen stole a glance at the person and found it was the young soldier he had met on his way. He remembered his name was Nail. Since Nail looked like a pretty nice guy, Tangen had had a little chat with him and had also attempted to impress Nail by disclosing that he had once evaded sales taxes imposed by the church by using the pathway. He never expected that it would bring him such trouble! But there was no point regretting it now. ¡°Well, there¡¯s indeed a pathway. The locals call it Cloud Ladder.¡± Tangen forced an answer.¡±But it only appears after the snow melts, and it becomes inaccessible when it¡¯s rainy or foggy. It¡¯s rumored that the pathway leads to different directions, but I only know the one to the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°Very well.¡± The commander nodded. ¡°You show my men the way. If they successfully reach the foot of Mountain Hermes, I¡¯ll reward you for your service.¡± ¡°Mercy, sir!¡± Tangen went to his knees immediately. ¡°I don¡¯t want a reward but just to go home after it¡¯s done.¡± ¡°Unfortunately you can¡¯t.¡± The commander¡¯s reply sent a chill down his spine. ¡°To make sure everything goes smoothly, you must stay with us for the next few days until we no longer need you.¡± ¡°But, but sir¡­¡± Before Tangen could finish his sentence, the commander tossed him five gold royals. ¡°This is the deposit. There¡¯ll be another five after the mission is completed.¡± The commander interrupted him. ¡°You should know very well what 10 gold royals can afford in most parts of Graycastle.¡± Tangen swallowed hard. 10 gold royals could afford a life. After doing business for so many years, his entire cash flow was merely a little over 30 gold royals. It was obvious that the commander intended to buy out his life with 10 gold royals, and there was no ground for him to negotiate. ¡°Will¡­ you really let me go?¡± Although Tangen already knew the answer, he still asked. ¡°Naturally. As long as you work hard as a guide, I assure you that you¡¯ll be escorted to the City of Evernight.¡± ¡­ Tangen left the campground apprehensively and found the two soldiers who accompanied him were the young man named Nail and an elder soldier. ¡°You really cooked my goose.¡± Tangen smiled dryly. From the look of the two people, Tangen learned that it was simply a coincidence rather than a deliberate frame-up. ¡°How is it possible?¡± Nail knitted his brows. ¡°10 gold royals isn¡¯t a small amount. As long as you act with utmost good faith, you don¡¯t need to worry about running into any dangers.¡± ¡°Rest assured. Our commander is a man of his word. If he says you can go, you definitely will.¡± The elder soldier put in. ¡°Plus, 10 gold royals for just showing the way? I¡¯d be more than happy to do that.¡± ¡°Sir, you¡¯re¡­¡± ¡°Just call me Uncle Sang. You don¡¯t need to address me with such formality. If you really insist, do it to Nail. He¡¯s the unit leader, my superior.¡± ¡°R-really?¡± Tangen looked a little embarrassed. He had thought the young man was just a soldier of the lowest military rank. ¡°Just Nail.¡± Nail waved his hand casually. ¡°Can either of you tell me what the mission your deputy battalion commander referred to¡­ exactly is?¡± ¡°We have to go around the Hermes Plateau and stop the army of the Kingdom of Dawn at the old Holy City.¡± ¡°Unit leader!¡± Uncle Sang reminded Nail. ¡°It¡¯s OK. He¡¯ll stay with us in the next couple of days. Plus, he won¡¯t go making any random and blind conjectures if he¡¯s informed of a little bit. This will help us complete our mission. Besides, I¡¯ll shoot him down immediately if I find him plotting something.¡± Tangen shivered at Nail¡¯s words, but his attention was drawn to the former half of the speech, which sounded even more inconceivable¡­ ¡°To stop the army of the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± Tangen¡¯s eyes were wide open. ¡°That¡¯s impossible. The pathway is scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, and some parts of the road have collapsed. One misstep you¡¯ll fall off the cliff.¡± ¡°Even if you walk from dawn to dusk, you can only transfer several hundred people in a week. How are you supposed to fight against those knights? It¡¯s also probable that the church will attack you from behind!¡± ¡°We aren¡¯t fighting alone,¡± Nail answered placidly. ¡°His Majesty¡¯s reinforcement will be arriving at Coldwind Ridge soon. You¡¯ll see just how the First Army does battle.¡± Chapter 886 Chapter 886: Weapons and Arts Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Reinforcements? Did he understand what he was saying?¡± Tangen thought to himself while twitching his lips. ¡°It would be useless if the reinforcements could not cross the pathway. Or did he mean reinforcements that could instantly pulverize Hermes to the ground and stride across the ruin of the Holy City? If that were the case, they would need at least a dozen days to get prepared for the strike.¡± Noticing that Nail did not have any intention of speaking more on the matter, Tangen decided to drop the topic. One of the entrances to Cloud Ladder was on a cliff, not far away from Coldwind Ridge. They entered from a cave that was barely visible from the outside. When they could see the sky above their heads again, they found themselves seemingly in midair. The air was wet with clouds and fog filling the road. They suddenly understood why this passage was called Cloud Ladder as they felt like they were climbing to heaven. Despite the dangerous road, as long as the weather was good, the path was reliable. Tangen had exaggerated how unsafe Cloud Ladder was, to prevent the First Army from going there. He didn¡¯t tell Nail that a couple of merchants reinforced the stability of the cave and strengthened the road with planks and wedges so that they could continuously use the pathway to evade taxes. As a result, the rumors of the dangerous road were false. Within half a day, Tangen had led Nail and his men up and down the path three times. Without any mountain roads or passes set up by the Holy City, the pathway had shortened the distance considerably. It was more efficient for light infantry to travel via the path than via the main road. Tangen noticed that Nail was repeatedly making notes in a small book. Apart from the everyday language widely used throughout the continent, there were also some unfamiliar symbols he had never seen. Tangen was surprised that a soldier could not only read and write but also had knowledge he couldn¡¯t understand. If he hadn¡¯t seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn¡¯t have believed it. Tangen had joined a Chamber of Commerce to learn bookkeeping and how to record transactions. He had spent a whole gold royal dedicated to just his primary business education.Tangen did not understand that if Nail could read and write, why he had still selected such a high-risk career, working as a soldier and putting his life on the line. Although Roland Wimbledon¡¯s army was impressive, there was no war without death. Nobody could guarantee that he was not the next. However, during their conversation, Tangen learned that reading, writing and map drawing were not considered ¡°advanced skills¡±. It appeared that every member of the First Army possessed such skills. ¡°What are they all thinking?!¡± Tangen was even more confused. By the time they returned to the campsite, it was almost nightfall. There was quite a buzz around the tent. Tangen saw a group of soldiers excitedly discussing something. All their eyes were locked on the bonfire in the center of the campground. ¡°It seems that the reinforcements are here.¡± Nail grinned. ¡°I think so, too.¡± Uncle Sang smiled. ¡°I wonder which familiar faces we will see this time.¡± ¡°Miss Lightning and Miss Maggie must be among them.¡± The unit leader accelerated his paces. ¡°Let¡¯s go take a look.¡± Wh-what¡­ Miss? The reinforcements they¡¯ve been waiting for were ¡­ women? Tangen followed at their heels. He picked an open space, stood on his tiptoes, and looked in the direction of the crowd. Upon seeing the ¡°reinforcements¡±, he felt like he was going to pass out. What the hell? They¡¯re the reinforcements?! These are just a bunch of kids! Especially the one whose hair nearly reached the ground. Judging from the kid¡¯s round face and bright, sparkling eyes, Tangen thought she couldn¡¯t be more than ten years old! The others were only a bit older. They all looked frail and tiny; whose legs and arms were not even as thick as Tangen¡¯s fist. He thought they would not be of any use on the battlefield, for they probably couldn¡¯t raise a sword. ¡°This is ridiculous ¡ª Wait¡­¡± Tangen paused for a second and suddenly became a little uncertain. One of the reasons for his uncertainty was the physical appearances of those girls. They looked much prettier than ordinary women. Tangen had not noticed their unique beauty at first, but when a group of them stuck together, he immediately came to realize that they were probably witches. Witches were not as horrible as people thought them to be. If it were true that they were as powerful as demons from hell, they would¡¯ve destroyed the church and the worldly kingdoms long before. As an experienced, well-informed tradesman, Tangen knew that with a God¡¯s Punishment Stone, even a knight could easily kill several witches at a time. Witches weren¡¯t stronger than ordinary people when their power was rendered useless. But everything became trickier when another person¡¯s influence was factored in. Tangen held his breath and rested his eyes on another green-haired lady. He had seen her once¡­ at the celebration ceremony in the City of Evernight. Although she was not the most beautiful girl among the group, she was more attractive than anybody else he had seen at the celebration. Nobody would ever forget an elegant lady with such a strong and distinctive character. It was Edith Kant, the daughter of the Duke of the City of Evernight, who was also known as the Pearl of the Northern Region. She could be charming and enchanted in daily life but also valiant and fearless enough to behead her enemies on the battlefield with her longsword. It was rumored that her skill in fencing was as stunning as her appearance. What people feared most, however, was her unpredictable and even slightly eccentric work style. All the people who had once scorned her had paid a steep price for their insolence. When it came to anecdotes regarding the Pearl of the Northern Region, the residents in the City of Evernight could ramble on and on for several nights. It appeared that Duke Kant had sided entirely with the new king; otherwise, he would never allow his beloved daughter to come to the barracks alone, unguarded. Further, from the respectful attitude with which the deputy battalion commander treated Edith, Tangen judged that she would not disgrace her title ¡°Pearl¡± even if she were out of the Northern Region. The new king¡¯s army was so powerful that they could even defeat the church. Combining the assistance of the witches and Edith Kant with his invincible army, the new king would probably cause great trouble for the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s army. Apart from the ¡°reinforcements¡±, Tangen was also intrigued by something else. He saw a strange-looking iron frame next to the bonfire. The symmetrical structure looked like a shoulder pole at first glance, with one basket attached to either end of the pole, each containing four rows of metal cylinders. All the cylinders had pointy tails and fat heads. Tangen could not immediately figure out what they were made of. He somehow felt a little disturbed at the sight of the metal objects. After studying them for quite a while, Tangen finally understood from where his anxious feeling came. The nine cylinders, which were as tall as a full-grown man, were almost identical. From their fat heads to their pointy tails, all of them had the same smooth curve! This discovery made his hands sweat. Tangen knew that as the hardest material in the world, metals needed to be repeatedly smelted and hammered before being beaten into shape. All the blacksmiths he knew had told him that it required a great amount of skill to forge nicely-shaped, smooth-surfaced ironware. What a fantastic technique it is to be able to shape a five-foot iron shard into a smooth curve! And to use that same technique to make nine replicates? If he told this story to any of the blacksmiths in the City of Neverwinter, they would mock him for his ignorance. It would be more understandable if all nine cylinders were refined art pieces, but surprisingly they were not. Tangen knew from their grayish color and the sloppy way they were stored that these cylinders were not expensive, delicate pieces of art. They were likely some unique weapon since they had been transported here to the barracks by the ¡°reinforcements¡±. Nevertheless, these sturdy and durable weapons somehow gave a particular aesthetic pleasure as if they were pieces of art. The intense shock brought by this sheer contrast was unprecedented and indescribable. Tangen swallowed hard and realized that he probably could not label himself as ¡°well-informed¡± anymore. For these people, war seemed to have become something else. A realm beyond his imagination. Chapter 887 Chapter 887: Bomber Action Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At this time, in a big tent located at the center of the Northern Region Garrison¡¯s camping ground, everyone was busy preparing for the upcoming battle. Eagle Face was astonished by Edith¡¯s plan. ¡°Leave the entire front to the witches? I trust their abilities, but there are at least 10,000 people in the army of the Kingdom of Dawn and many of them wear God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation. If the witches fell into a bitter fight there, it¡¯ll be hard for us to save them.¡± ¡°Those were my initial thoughts of this plan.¡± Edith smiled. ¡°In fact, it¡¯s not the Adviser Department¡¯s plan but His Majesty¡¯s idea.¡± ¡°Do you have a formal record of this?¡± asked the deputy battalion commander. ¡°Here you are.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region gave him a confidential letter marked with a red seal. ¡°By the way, you can see that in the last part of the letter, the king has temporarily given me the power of commander.¡± In accordance with the rules of the First Army, any pre-war combat strategy must have a paper record which should be audited and signed by officers at a corresponding level, and a plan signed by His Majesty himself must be unconditionally executed. After confirming the validity of the signature, Eagle Face promptly stood straight and made a military salute. ¡°The Northern Region garrison promises to fulfil the mission!¡± ¡°Good.¡± Edith smiled. ¡°But remember, your purpose is to give the enemy a destructive blow when they retreat in disorder. Please note the prerequisite. If they¡¯re not fleeing hurriedly, you should consider it a sign of failure and backtrack to Cloud Ladder. No unauthorized military action is allowed. You must clearly explain this order to every solider.¡± ¡°Backtrack? Do you mean¡­ retreat?¡± Eagle Face was stunned. ¡°Isn¡¯t His Majesty sure about whether this plan is feasible?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve never tried this before, so who knows? If it doesn¡¯t work, we must consider other strategies¡­ That¡¯s why His Majesty sent me here.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region said sraightforwardly. ¡°What about the witches?¡± ¡°They won¡¯t be in any danger even if they fail.¡± ¡°Got it. I¡¯ll go prepare for this task. Our troops will set out tomorrow morning.¡± Eagle Face saluted again. ¡°This operation is named Bomber Action and once your troops are in place, the battle will begin.¡± Edith made a military salute to him. ¡°Well, go.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Although Eagle Face did not really know what ¡°bomber¡± meant, he had faith in this thing. He was firmly convinced that all the kings¡¯ new inventions were extraordinary, just like the steam engine. *************** After two days of waiting in the camp, Lightning finally received the order to take action. Sylvie¡¯s voice came through a Sigil of Listening in her hand. ¡°Margie has transported all the people into place. You can set off now. The Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s soldiers have taken down their tents and packed. They are beginning to form up for battle. Hope you can catch up with them.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We¡¯ll be there soon.¡± With these words, the little girl turned back and waved to Maggie and Hummingbird. ¡°Come on. It¡¯s time to go!¡± In the past two days, she had flown in the sky to check the map of Cloud Ladder and survey the situation of all the surrounding areas. His Majesty¡¯s plan was not complicated. The six witches were divided into two teams. One was in charge of transportation and logistics and thus mainly relied on Margie¡¯s Magic Ark to complete their task. Sylvie and Lily were also in this group. The former was able to detect distant enemies to ensure that they could seize the initiative on the battlefield. The latter could prevent the church¡¯s demonic plague in case the church got desperate and spread it to kill the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s soldiers who broke into the old Holy City. The other team was the heart of this military operation. ¡°Oh!¡± ¡°Coo!¡± Hummingbird sat in the bomb carrier and held the connecting rods on both sides of her seat. She made her magic power constantly circulate throughout this iron structure which Roland named ¡°The East Wind¡±. Soon, the weight of this bomb carrier and the eight bombs it carried was reduced by 99% and was just within Maggie¡¯s carrying capacity. The white-haired girl transformed herself into a big beast and leaned over the bomb carrier. Lightning went to tie the cloth straps and ropes, binding Maggie and ¡°the East Wind¡± together. As Hummingbird¡¯s ability could not effect on the living things, Maggie was actually carrying a witch and ¡°the East Wind¡± which was now as light as the witch. As long as Hummingbird could maintain the weight-reducing effect, Maggie would be able to perform precision strike missions for a long time. Roland had used the hydrogen balloon to bomb the king¡¯s city and had achieved remarkable success. Based on the post-war reports of that attack, he had made a few improvements. Maggie¡¯s role in this mission was to replace the balloon since she flew faster and moved much more flexibly. More importantly, she could swoop before dropping bombs, which would save Lightning the trouble of revising the direction and allowed her to focus on detection and navigation. Limited by her magic power, Hummingbird was unable to sustain the weight-reducing effect for ¡°The East Wind¡± throughout the day. Though her power had increased a lot since she had started to practice carrying cannons, she could only manage to lift these bulky, heavy bombs for half a day at most. After all, most of the time, the bomb shells, warheads, and ammunition were transported separately. Fortunately, the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s army was not far away. Half a day was enough. ¡°The road is clear. You can take off. Repeat, you can take off!¡± Lightning put on her goggles and leaped up into the air. ¡°Ah¡­ it¡¯s coming again.¡± Hummingbird sighed. ¡°Ow ow ow!¡± Maggie, now in the form of a giant flying beast, flapped her broad wings and took off, casting a huge shadow on the ground. The tents in the camp had begun to shake due to the airflow caused by her wings, which was as strong as a howling gale. She adjusted her direction and headed for the Hermes mountain. An hour later, the three witches were in the sky above the old Holy City and easily spotted their target, an army of over 10,000 people. As seen from above, this army resembled a stream outside the city but inside it, the soldiers dispersed. They seemed like colorful ants creeping around slowly and nibbling the old Holy City¡¯s territory away. Lightning did not like the church at all and felt no pity seeing it suffer from this plundering. However, she also knew that countless people inside the city were innocent, especially those orphans who had been taken to the monastery by the church. She thought they should not be buried here together with the old Holy City. The little girl inhaled deeply and kept ascending until she felt some breathing difficulty. She opened her arms and dived along the middle of the stream of people, moving in the opposite direction to the army of the Kingdom of Dawn. This sharp descent made her feel as if all her internal organs were moving backwards. It was not a pleasant feeling but she was still thrilled by the high speed. She did not look back for she was sure that Maggie must have been closely following her. After spending these years together, they could cooperate flawlessly. The people and things on the ground rapidly became clearer and some knights apparently also noticed the shadow falling from the sky. She could even see the scared looks on their faces. When the girl and the beast flew down to the middle part of the stream of people, the girl suddenly flew up while shouting. ¡°Now, drop the bombs!¡± Hummingbird, who was sitting in the bomb carrier, immediately pulled the switch. Chapter 888 Chapter 888: Heavenly Divine Retribution Translator: TransN Editor: TransN With a clicking sound, the bolt loosened. Two bombs, each as heavy as Nightingale, slid out of the bomb carrier and fell toward the crowd due to their inertia. After leaving the East Wind, the bombs instantly regained their weight while maintaining their high speed. This change gave them great momentum. As they sailed through the air, they made a friction sound which was like a strange whistle or the howling sound made by a gust of wind blowing through a cave. People on the ground simultaneously looked up at this incredible scene. At this moment, the nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn felt relieved. They thought these two things falling from the sky were nothing compared to the big flying monster. In their view, though these things dropping from that height were able to crush anything they hit on the ground, they could, at most, kill three or four unlucky guys. They believed this would not be a problem for such a large army. Hearing Appen¡¯s call for an expedition to the west, both great nobles such as dukes and lesser nobles like the new knights had been actively preparing their horses and eagerly recruited servants. Numerous people joined this expedition, hoping to get a share of the profits from the church that was already on the verge of collapsing. Having an army of over 10,000 people, the nobles would not care at all if serval guys or even 30 to 40 people got killed by the things falling from the sky. They still thought of the formidable Devilbeast as a genuine threat. Once it dived into the crowd to bite and stomp, it would easily slaughter over 100 people, let alone the casualties and loss that would occur when the panicked serfs began to run away. Given that, they firmly believed that as long as the monster did not land, they did not need to worry too much. They also reckoned that the enemies in the sky, who were probably witches, did not have enough courage to openly fight against the army of the Kingdom of Dawn. Since they came here to rob the church of its treasures, all the nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn wore God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation and brought many weapons specially made to fight witches. At this moment, many knights put down their longbows and Magic Stone arrows and bet with each other on whose soldiers would be hit by the black stones. No one on the ground moved out of position. No one lied down to cover themselves from the coming explosion. They just watched the two bombs flying towards them like two arrows and kept advancing steadily. A moment later, two scarlet flames broke out in the middle of the stream of people! People within the bombs¡¯ landing zones were instantly turned to ash. The heated air rapidly expanded, forming hot, strong blast. Everyone that bumped into it felt as if they had hit a steel wall and quickly got blown to smithereens. Soon, broken limbs and internal organs were littered everywhere. The blast quickly died down and could not tear apart people that were 100 steps away from the center of impact, but this explosion was not the only destructive thing. The Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s troops could hardly find any shelter, since unlike the king¡¯s city, this area connecting the Kingdom of Dawn and the old Holy City was a vast and open plain. When the bombs exploded, the defenseless people became easy targets for the explosion waves, debris and numerous iron balls shot out of the shells. They traveled through the crowd at a speed several times faster than that of the sound. Each iron ball could pierce through a dozen of people before it stopped, and the steel shell fragments were even more destructive. Due to the terrain advantage, the bombs caused damage over a wide area. The witches in the sky saw the black smoke rise in a flash and form something like a high wall, which choked off the movement of the stream of people on the ground. Before the nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn recovered from the shock, Lightning had already ascended to the highest point possible, ready for the second round of diving. ¡°The East Wind, launch the second attack!¡± Maggie immediately closed her wings and followed closely behind the little girl, falling all the way from the sky with a loud howl. ¡°Ow ow ow¡ª!¡± They had loaded four bombs on each side of the bomb carrier, so they could choose to carry out four bombing raids or drop all eight bombs at once. In order to achieve the best effect, Lightning intended to dive four times to throw bombs into the middle and the rear parts of the stream of people. Beyond her expectations, during the third round of attack, the army of the Kingdom of Dawn totally collapsed. For those who were still alive, these explosions were more like divine retribution coming from heaven. Places struck by god¡¯s thunder were all scorched and littered with corpses. Neither the serfs without protective clothing nor the fully armored knights could escape from these hellish, raging flames. This seemingly endless catastrophe made them feel desperate, and the deafening explosion noises and screams of the seriously wounded crushed their spirit. The biggest crisis for them was that in this inconceivable series of attacks, they could do nothing except praying that the black stones would not land near them. They had no chance of hurting the giant flying monster either since it kept hovering or swooping beyond the range of their arrows. This kind of battle was totally beyond their understanding. The nobles came for the wealth, but never wanted to risk their own lives in the process. No matter how much money they got from this city, they would not be able to enjoy it if they died here. They could not even carry the wealth back home if all their servants got killed in this attack. With this thought in mind, they made a swift decision to escape. Seeing the nobles, who had strictly prohibited the serfs from running away, turn their steeds to flee the battlefield one after another, the whole army quickly slid into chaos. As more and more people joined the fleeing knights, the stream of people started to move again, but this time, it was heading in the opposite direction. The people outside the city that had marched orderly in the beginning now stopped entering the city and started to escape in disorder. The nightmare for the army of the Kingdom of Dawn began at this moment. When they swarmed to the main road, the First Army¡¯s soldiers hiding in the fields on one side of the road calmly pulled their triggers This was a typical flank attack. The panicked nobles just wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible and completely forgot about detecting enemies and protecting their flanks. Five squads of the Northern Region¡¯s garrison lined up along the road and shot the soldiers of the Kingdom of Dawn with revolving rifles and heavy machine guns. As their targets were within 300 meters, they did not even need to think about accuracy. They just kept firing, trying to shoot out all the bullets in their guns as quickly as possible. Before sunrise, Eagle Face¡¯s troops had already hidden themselves away in the fields where the wheat-straws were waist high. With the help of Sylvie, they could hide here without being spotted by the enemy¡¯s scouts and remain informed about the enemies¡¯ movements. Obviously, there was a huge gap in information gathering technology between the two factions. ¡®Crack!¡¯ The moment the first shot rang out, the nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn were astonished to find that they were ambushed by some enemy forces hiding in the fields. If this had happened when they had been marching toward the city, they would have concentrated their forces to fight back. However, now the situation was totally out of control. The soldiers of the Kingdom of Dawn were hurriedly running for their lives and wishing that they could grow extra legs to rapidly move as far away from the bullets as possible. The nobles sent their mounts rampaging through the crowd, squandering their subjects¡¯ lives. The wide road turned into an avenue of death. Chapter 889 Chapter 889: A Key Person Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Tangen, who had been compelled to follow the First Army, found that he had seriously underestimated this army¡¯s strength. During the battle, they never fought in hand to hand combat against the army of the Kingdom of Dawn, and Tangen did not see a shower of arrows nor any brutal fighting scenes in this 500-meter-long front. The First Army soldiers just kept firing at their enemies and the people in the army of the Kingdom of Dawn kept falling down at the sound of the guns. This scene seemed like a flashy show to him. But the loud, shrill cries from the main road reminded him that it was an extremely fierce battle. This easy victory of the First Army clearly demonstrated its strength to him. He finally understood the combat method of The First Army that Nail mentioned. He had never seen such an well-organized, disciplined army in the past and thought that the First Army soldiers were as outstanding as their lethal weapons. In this army, hundreds of soldiers acted in unison as if they were one person. They moved quietly in the darkness to get into position and got ready for the ambush before daybreak. They silently lurked and launched an attack according to their plan. Even with no supervisor overseeing the fight, the five squads still worked closely together. The commander, Eagle Face, also came to join the ambush rather than staying in the camp. Every soldier was highly concentrated and attentive to his duty. Each order was promptly executed. He believed that if it had not been for these excellent soldiers, the First Army would have not been able to achieve such great success solely relying on their fierce weapons. After witnessing the battle, Tangen could not help but feel glad that he had chosen to leave Hermes in time. He thought that if he had stayed in the Holy City, a merchant like him probably would have been accused of financing the enemy when the First Army seized the city. He secretly sighed. Well, it¡¯s really dangerous to do business in the outside world. If I can return home safely this time, I¡¯ll never leave the city of Evernight in the future. I can carry on business within the city. Although I won¡¯t earn much money that way, I¡¯ll still be able to raise my family. And my Fuer in the ¡°Paradise on Earth¡±. She must miss me very much. I really had hoped to get home earlier. Tangen was absorbed in thought. *************** Towards the evening, Eagle Face stepped into a temporary tent for a meeting. He saluted Edith and handed a report to her. ¡°The battlefield has been basically cleaned up. Here are the reports from each squad. I¡¯ve briefly summarized them.¡± ¡°Thank you for your hard work.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region received the report and roughly glanced through it. Just as she had expected, the casualty figure for the First Army was zero. As for the army of the Kingdom of Dawn, more than 1,000 people were found dead and about 600 were wounded. This fight was estimated to reduce the number of Dawn¡¯s soldiers by 20%. Most of them were killed in the explosions of the bombs and the panic-stricken stampede. The guns and bullets had greatly increased the turmoil but had not directly killed many people. This result corresponded with the Adviser Department¡¯s predictions. The garrison of the Northern Region did not have many soldiers and the Magic Ark could only carry a limited amount of ammunition. Without effective methods to pursue and wipe out the enemies, they could only let most of them run away, but as long as the garrison managed to drive them away, this action could be considered a success. At the end of the battle, more than 1,800 people had dropped their weapons and surrendered and 25 of them were nobles. The one with the highest rank was an earl who claimed himself to be the lord of Bloom, but Edith was more interested in a baron named Remin Payton. According to the reports, all the nobles had promised to pay the ransom and demanded preferential treatment, except this baron. Remin had repeatedly emphasized that he had known a distinguished official of Graycastle for a long time and was a friend of the king. ¡°Did he really say that?¡± she asked Eagle Face while shaking the pamphlet in her hand. ¡°I assumed that it was just nonsense. Or perhaps, this guy still thinks the king is Timothy Wimbledon,¡± the deputy battalion commander frowned and said. ¡°What are you going to do with these nobles?¡± ¡°It¡¯s impossible for us to let their families ransom them, so throw them into the dungeon.¡± Edith thought for a moment. ¡°They may be useful for us in the future. As for the civilian captives, release them now. We don¡¯t have the extra food to feed them.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Did you find the King of the Kingdom of Dawn, Appen Moya?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve checked all the corpses and found no one that looked like him.¡± Eagle Face shook his head. ¡°During the interrogation, a captive said he had seen Appen and his knights fleeing the battlefield. According to him, Appen and his men changed clothes and brought with them no flag or anything bearing the coat of arms of the royal family, and the others who wanted to join them to escape were all stopped by the king¡¯s knights. However, he also admitted that he was not sure about this for he saw this from a distance and at that time, the army of the Kingdom of Dawn was in chaos.¡± ¡°Where did this captive see this?¡± ¡°Inside the old Holy City.¡± ¡°There¡¯s a strong possibility that it was Appen.¡± Edith shrugged her shoulders. ¡°It¡¯s imperative for him to personally lead such a large army and if he was marching with the army, where do you think he was?¡± ¡°Ugh¡­ at the head of the procession?¡± Eagle Face expressed some uncertainty. ¡°To be accurate, he should be behind the vanguard units,¡± she answered. ¡°As the old Holy City has no walls, the first one getting into the city will collect the most trophies in the robbery. In order to make sure that he was the first to be there, he must have made his own knightage the vanguard to eliminate threats and ensure his own profits.¡± ¡°Do you mean that he and his knights were already inside the city before the Bomber Action started?¡± ¡°Well, yes. That¡¯s why Appen survived the air attacks launched by Maggie and Hummingbird and had enough time to identify the situation and choose the correct direction to escape. I have to say, he was quite wise to put aside his dignity and act decisively to escape in disguise.¡± Edith slightly raised the corners of her mouth and quickly licked her lips. ¡°Damn it! We let the big fish escape,¡± Eagle Face said angrily. ¡°If I had arranged another group to chase¡­¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s of no use,¡± she interrupted. ¡°On such a broad plain, it¡¯s not easy to catch him unless you know his escape route in advance. We succeeded in the ambush on the main road just because we took full advantage of their retreating habit and herd mentality. If they had chosen to escape to the wheat fields on the other side of the road, we would not have achieved such an easy victory.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The deputy battalion commander did not refute this but still looked very vexed at his failure to catch Appen. ¡°You don¡¯t need to blame yourself for this. It¡¯s not necessarily a bad thing for us.¡± Edith smiled. ¡°Why?¡± Eagle Face raised his head in interest. ¡°It¡¯s complicated to explain. You only need to know that fear is contagious and when the people of the Kingdom of Dawn realize how formidable we are, they¡¯ll never belittle His Majesty¡¯s warning.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region paused. ¡°Appen Moya will have a difficult time.¡± Knowing that she did not want to explain further, Eagle Face stopped pursuing the matter. ¡°So what should we do next? Directly go to occupy the old Holy City?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s impossible. The five hundred people we have are far from enough to fulfill this task.¡± Edith denied his suggestion without hesitation. ¡°Let¡¯s wait. Miss Maggie has gone to pick up a key person for this task. With her help, we may be able to seize this city effortlessly.¡± Chapter 890 Chapter 890: Your Holiness¡­ Isabella Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Chapter 890 Your Holiness¡­ Isabella Isabella was overwhelmed by her emotions when she saw the city again. Unexpectedly, in only a year, the church, who had been the only hope of humanity to defeat demons, became a barrier to the human race¡¯s success in the Battle of Divine Will. She had lived here for a long time but was not sentimentally attached to the church. The teachings of His Holiness O¡¯Brien, kept ringing in her ears and reminded her that the result was always more important than the process. She was certain that if humanity could not defeat the demons, all their efforts would be meaningless. She followed out O¡¯Brien¡¯s instructions all her life. She had chosen to support Zero instead of Archbishop Mayne since the soul swallower had shown more potential in defeating the demons. After Zero had lost to Roland Wimbledon, she had chosen to serve the king. If even now, she could find a leader more powerful than Roland, she would choose the more capable one again without hesitation. She did this for good reason. In her view, the continuation of the human race was far more important than any personal interests. Despite that, she still could not let go of some strange regret deep in her heart. She did not understand why she felt this way until she returned to the old Holy City. She discovered that she had been feeling sorry for Zero all this time. Back then, the Pure Witches had believed that the gulf between them and Zero, who had lived for hundreds of years, would have been exceptionally wide and many of them had secretly complained about the soul swallower¡¯s sudden change in moods. However, Isabella had gotten along well with Zero. She found that, in comparison to the other Pure Witches, who had planned to follow their personal interests throughout the Battle of Divine Will, Zero was much more straightforward and strong-willed. She believed that Zero was not very different from herself except that she was more accustomed to being an assistant while Zero was used to being the leader. She was afraid that it was not Zero¡¯s nature but an inevitable choice for an experienced witch who had lived for more than 200 years. She guessed that the Holy City would have looked very different if Zero had been able to meet Roland ten years earlier. Unfortunately, everything had happened too late. After circling the sky twice, Maggie landed in the camp outside the city. ¡°We¡¯re here. Let¡¯s get off,¡± said Agatha, who was behind Isabella. Isabella nodded and leaped off the beast. Some soldier that was waiting around immediately came over. ¡°Lady Edith is waiting for you in the tent. Please come with me.¡± Roland had asked Maggie to bring the Ice Witch with Isabella to the old Holy City and had explicitly told Isabella that she had to act under the watch of another witch during her ¡°prison term¡±. She had willingly accepted this condition. For her, this was already unexpected preferential treatment. She did not have to wear any God¡¯s Locket of Retribution or shackles on her hands and feet. Even her clothes were brand new. After walking into the tent, she saw a woman who stood behind a desk with a smile on her face. ¡°I¡¯m Edith Kant, a member of the Ministry of Defense and temporary commander for the Holy City campaign.¡± ¡°A great-looking common woman,¡± Isabella thought. ¡°I thought you would control the Hermes Plateau first and then seize the old Holy City.¡± ¡°That was the original plan, but the army of the Kingdom of Dawn moved faster than we expected.¡± Edith gave a rough explaination of the situation. ¡°His Majesty¡¯s order is to ensure the safety of the monastaries, which isn¡¯t a problem. The real problematic thing is how to orderly evacuate the orphans from the monastaries. If I remember correctly, they are all nurtured and brought up by the church. I¡¯m afraid it¡¯ll hinder our plan if we have to force them out. I think you may have a solution to this problem. After all, His Majesty assigned this task to you before the expedition.¡± Isabella could not help but frown. ¡°Wait¡­ you said you came here through Cloud Ladder?¡± ¡°Yes, is there something wrong?¡± ¡°That place is of great importance and is usually heavily guarded. How come there was no one protecting that passage?¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Edith¡¯s voice got deep. ¡°But the merchants thought it was just a little-known, secret passage and Sylvie didn¡¯t find anything special about it.¡± ¡°The church has been based in this place for the past several hundred years and is meticulous about everything here. It¡¯s impossible for the church¡¯s people to neglect such an important path into the city, which isn¡¯t under the control of the city wall.¡± Isabella shook her head. ¡°They just intentionally let the smugglers pass freely and planned to use this passage against the Coalition of the Four Kingdoms during the Months of Demons. Its sentry posts were hidden in natural limestone caves in the mountain. That was why the merchants didn¡¯t see any guards there.¡± ¡°This passage is left unprotected now. Is it because of the breakdown of order in the Holy City?¡± ¡°Cloud Ladder is guarded by forces outside the city wall. Theoretically, its sentry posts won¡¯t be affected by the situation inside the city. If it¡¯s okay with you, I think it¡¯s a better idea for me to go to Hermes to have a look.¡± With that being said, Isabella was quite stunned by this situation in her heart. She thought to herself, ¡°Does this look like a breakdown of order? No, it¡¯s more like giving up the city and escaping.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s address the issue of the monastaries first,¡± Agatha said. ¡°Is it possible for us to investigate the situation inside them from the sky?¡± ¡°Yes, Miss Lightning has examined all three of the main monastaries and found a big issue. It seems that the orphans are organized by someone and are determined to defend their homes to death. That¡¯s one of the reasons for us to delay this action.¡± ¡°All my soldiers were unharmed during the battle against the army of the Kingdom of Dawn. I don¡¯t want to see any casualties inside the city.¡± Edith said with her hands laid out. ¡°Somebody organized the orphans?¡± Isabella pondered for a moment. ¡°Let me go in and talk to them.¡± ¡°By yourself?¡± She was about to say yes but soon realized something was wrong and swallowed her words. Instead, she said, ¡°No, Agatha will go with me.¡± ¡­ ¡°La-Lady Isabella!¡± Seeing Isabella, Margie suddenly stood upright and put her right hand on her chest unconsciously. ¡°I¡¯ve told you countless times. You¡¯re not required to use the courtesy title anymore. Just call me by my name,¡± she said with a straight face. ¡°We¡¯re no longer Pure Witches.¡± ¡°Yes, my lady!¡± Margie hurriedly nodded. Isabella secretly sighed. His Majesty had only limited her movement but did not restrict Margie or Vanilla. These former Pure Witches still kept to their old habits from the monastery and occasionally came to the Foreign Affairs Building to talk with her about the interesting things they discovered in the Witch Union. Fortunately, Agatha did not mind it. ¡°Take us into the city.¡± She pointed to the city that was not far away. Margie summoned the Magic Ark and turned back to look at Edith, who came to see them off. ¡°The First Army isn¡¯t going with us?¡± ¡°They won¡¯t go into the old Holy City until you make sure that it¡¯s safe.¡± The ark quickly sank into the ground and the soil above their heads turned into a transparent ceiling. Through it, they could see Lightning who flew in the sky and showed them the way. There were four monasteries inside the old Holy City, but they could be thought of as a unified institution. They were built around the Reflection Church, linked together by underground tunnels and connected to Secret Temple inside the mountain through a secret path. New witches could be easily sent to the incarnation ceremonies through these underground passages, but they were sealed since a newly awakened Extraordinary had burnt down one of the monasteries. The Magic Ark quietly sneaked into the outermost monastery, the Western Zone Monastery. Just like Lightning had said, no one was in the huge courtyard except for two skinny girls. They stood at the lobby entrance with spears in their hands, which were much taller than themselves. ¡°Here we are. Go up now,¡± said Isabella. ¡°Don¡¯t you need to slip in to check first?¡± Margie asked in surprise. ¡°No, there are too many hidden God¡¯s Stones inside. We don¡¯t have to take the risk.¡± Isabella was certain that in important sites such as the monasteries, the church usually placed giant God¡¯s Stones, whose power could reach up to 100 steps away and she was unable to eliminate their effects. The ark swiftly popped out of the ground, causing panic among the guards. In their eyes, these two women seemed to appear out of nothing. A shrill whistle immediately rang out. All the closed windows were opened one after another and a dozen of nuns that leading a group of orphans swarmed into the courtyard, holding swords, wooden shields, short bows, and hand crossbows. Agatha summoned her Ice in her hand and planned to cover Isabella with it if they began to shoot arrows. ¡°Wai-Wait! Stop!¡± Suddenly, the leading nun shouted loudly. ¡°Are you¡­ the Pure Witch beside the Supreme Pontiff¡­ Lady Isabella?¡± Another nun asked with a shaky voice. Hearing this, all the people stopped. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s me.¡± Isabella nodded calmly. Seeing that these nuns still remembered her, she thought that the task given by His Majesty could be completed smoothly. However, the next moment she was caught off guard by the abrupt change in their attitudes. ¡°You really are Lady Isabella! That¡¯s great. We¡¯re saved!¡± ¡°Lady, no, Your Holiness Isabella! Your Holiness, please help us!¡± ¡°Supreme Pontiff! Please don¡¯t leave us!¡± More and more people dropped their weapons, knelt down, and chanted loudly, ¡°Your Holiness.¡± Chapter 891 Chapter 891: The Cloister¡¯s Bitterness Translator: TransN_ Editor: Meh ¡°I¡¯m not the pope, Supreme Pontiff was¡ª¡± Isabella had the urge to refute, but was stopped by Agatha as she placed a hand on her shoulder. ¡°The task at hand is more important. I don¡¯t think His Majesty will mind.¡± These words seemed irrelevant however Isabella quickly understood what Agatha meant. She knew that this form of deception was a simple solution however these sorts of methods are often seen as a red flag for liege lords that valued power. Isabella decided as she recalled all the things she seen in Neverwinter and quickly swallowed her disbelief. Instead, she asked, ¡°What do you mean needing us to help you? Where are the Judgement Warriors and priests? ¡°They all fled!¡± ¡°Not exactly, some were recalled to the Holy City!¡± Another nun refuted. ¡°We committed crimes. We even killed the priests¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s not her fault!¡± ¡°We have no food, no clothes¡­ and we haven¡¯t received supplies throughout the past two months. Are we abandoned?¡± ¡°Nonsense! Don¡¯t you see Her Holiness here?¡± The nuns and orphans started to bicker and shout among themselves. ¡°Quiet! I only need one voice,¡± Isabella shouted impatiently. Her eyes moved over the crowd and then she pointed at a nun who seemed to be their leader, saying, ¡°You first. Arise and tell me.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Holiness.¡± The nun respectfully pressed her forehead on the ground before laboriously struggling onto her feet. ¡°It¡¯s been over a month since we received news from Hermes¡­¡± It took Isabella around an hour to get an overall understanding of what had happened here. After the battle of Coldwind Ridge, each day the amount of the supplies the cloister received steadily declined. At first, portions of food decreased, and then delivery times were slashed. Times were hard yet order was maintained, largely thanks to the secure management the three cloisters had adopted and limited information they received from the outside world reducing panic. The priests and Judgement Warriors stationed here encouraged the orphans and nuns to pray more and be strong to get through the hard times claiming that the hard times were almost over. However, such a time never came. What the nun had said about church¡¯s final order to transfer all the Judgement Warriors and priests back to Hermes was six weeks ago. The nuns did not exactly know what the order was at the time however they remembered how desperate those believers were. Those who were left behind, looked as if they lost their souls as they left the Great Hall. Since then, the cloister destabilized. The institution had vacant positions which would be replaced automatically by lower ranking subordinates. These positions offered the remaining believers the rights to proclaim themselves as the new priests. However they abandoned all the duties and responsibilities a priest had to uphold. Neither did they follow the discipline of saving resources set up by their predecessors. Instead, they wantonly squandered the meagre rations left and even deducted portions that would¡¯ve gone to the orphans. It was only when the nuns went to the new priests and bargained for food did they know of monstrous news that the Hermes Cathedral collapsed. The church had reached a point where its very existence was at stake. In order to fight the enemy with all their forces in the last battle, the church¡¯s executives decided to give up the old Holy City and recall all formal members to the highland. The last order they gave to the people left in the cloister was to resist the invasion on their own, until the last moment of their lives. The turn of events seemed too unrealistic to believe, but the fact that the passage leading to the Reflection Church had been sealed off validated the news. The grievous news had split the nuns into two factions. One called ¡°The new priest faction¡± consisting of those who were completely disappointed by the old regime. The other faction made up by those who were hesitant and bewildered. The leading nun explained that the church used to be so powerful that there was no need for them to think or even consider their own fates¡­ That was why they were so disturbed by the news. It was like their old, familiar world had suddenly shattered. It was the new priests¡¯ selfish deeds that broke the situation. Those new priests came from the bottom, and their usual positions were just a little higher than the nuns¡¯. They often assisted the managers to deal with internal affairs without any possible promotion. As a matter of fact, no capable man would be deployed to here. So as soon as they tasted what the power could give them with no one looking over their shoulders, they would naturally become audacious and get out of control. For example, the ¡°Blessing¡± of the choir and the ritual class. In fact, it should have been banned, but because of the Holy City¡¯s lax supervision of the cloister. From time to time many dignitaries that had some special interests would come and have some fun, which was no secret here. It¡¯s only when that young extraordinary escaped did the church increase supervision. However, now that the security is gone, the new priests didn¡¯t have to care about punishments. At first, in the name of ¡°Blessing¡±, only a few girls were forced, then the whole class had to obey, and at last. The situation became so incredibly hideous that the girls had to give their virginity in exchange for food. This kind of behavior not only violated the laws of the church but also pushed away those hesitating nuns and resulted in their alliance with the orphans. Although girls of different ages were plundered from everywhere in the Four Kingdoms. The nuns had spent time with them, teaching them to read and sing and imparting the knowledge of ethics and rites to them, so naturally they bonded with the girls. That and the order that the church had given them pushed them to defy the new priests. They frequently stole food from the warehouse for the starving girls. But no matter how much they tried to save the food. They could not stop the decreasing trend of the stock. As priests suspected the nuns¡¯ ¡°betrayal¡±, conflicts between them broke out. Two nuns were caught red-handed when they were smuggling food out of the warehouse and were executed by the priest who wanted to intimidate their subordinates. This backfired however and ended up disturbing the rest nuns to revolt. Under one nun¡¯s leadership, the nuns and orphans planned and prepared. One night when the priests were indulging in entertainment, they launched an attack. The nuns crushed those priests once and for all. Additionally through the underground tunnels, the leader got contact with the other two cloisters. Together, they overthrew the disgusting believers in the same way. When they attempted to send a representative who would find a way to cross the high wall and report the plight here to Hermes, the army from the Kingdom of Dawn appeared on the border of the old Holy City. Since they had been abandoned, they had no choice but to resist by themselves. Everyone knew that once the enemy took the cloister, even surrender would not do them any good. That was why Isabella saw them in a hasty defense stance as she came in. ¡­ Isabella was very confused after she heard the nun¡¯s recount. The corrupt custom in the cloister was not unknown to her, nor was she surprised to see the incompetent believers deprave so quickly after they gained power. However what surprised her was the order from the church. In order to do battle with the enemy one last time? If that was true, they could never ignore to guard the mountain path if they were intending to give up the outer city walls. It was like they had handed over the first defense line to the enemy voluntarily. Even though the Holy City had run so short of manpower that it could not keep an eye on the Cloud Ladder. It was impossible for them to bring out any words like ¡°give up the Old Holy City¡±. Isabella knew, without a doubt that there was a secret area of the church that was hidden from most of the believers. Neither the New Holy City in the highland nor the Old Holy City at the foot of the mountain was the heart of the church. It was the Pivotal Secret Area resting deep under the ground that was the church¡¯s one true core, a 400 years old place where they mined the God¡¯s Stone, studied the Sigils of Magic Stones, and held the incarnation ceremony of God¡¯s Punishment Army. The Old Holy City had a secret path leading to the Pivotal area, and even the main exit of the path led here. How could they abandon such a crucial site so easily? The order was full of flaws, a complete lie! Chapter 892 Chapter 892: Appreciated Translator: TransN Editor: TransN There must be someone lying, the church or the nuns. Isabella could not think of any reasons for the nuns to make up an order, since they were abandoned and discarded. Judging from their pale, emaciated look, she estimated that probably one more fortnight of starvation would kill them all. But if the church was lying, what were they going to do by recalling all the formal members to Hermes and leaving the Cloud Ladder and the Old Holy City unguarded? Trying to set aside her speculation, Isabella looked at the leading nun and asked, ¡°What should I call you?¡± ¡°I am called Qiu, Your Holiness.¡± ¡°Haven¡¯t you you ever thought of getting out of here?¡± ¡°What, why?¡± The nun seemed surprised. ¡°Granted that the walls are high and the gate is thick, they¡¯re not impassable. Six weeks should have been long enough for all of you to make a wooden ladder or stack the firewood at the bottom of the gate to burn the planks and melt the chain. You¡¯re free to do anything that could get yourself out of here,¡± Isabella said confused whilst trying to ascertain the validity of the situation. ¡°Since you could send a representative to report to Hermes, why didn¡¯t you get out of here together? With the food supplies severed, you¡¯re facing a certain death even without the army of the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s invasion.¡± It took Qiu a long moment to come back from silence. She muttered, ¡°Where¡­ Where could we possibly go if we leave here?¡± All the residents of the cloister lowered their heads at the question. ¡°I¡¯ve never left the cloister¡­¡± ¡°Nor have I.¡± ¡°Although there¡¯s not much, at least we have something to eat. I don¡¯t think the outside world would be better.¡± Some orphans joined in. ¡°If we start to beg for food, then our lives will revert back to the one we used to have.¡± ¡°The book told us that we shouldn¡¯t take begging for granted.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t¡­ want to live like that anymore.¡± Looking at their bewildered looks, Isabella finally realized that it was not the church¡¯s order that bound them. They knew nothing else but their sheltered life. The situation seemed neither good nor bad. It would be easy to cope with the nuns. Just kill the ones who were still loyal to the Holy City and be done with it. But if all the orphans here had become obstinately loyal, that would become a thorn to His Majesty. ¡°I have one more question.¡± Isabella drew a deep breath and asked in a low voice, ¡°Why do you address me as the Supreme Pontiff?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Qiu looked intimidated. She hesitated for a while before saying, ¡°Pope Mayne was dead, and so were the three archbishops. There¡¯s no new nomination declared in Hermes, so according to the institution. We have to promote all the subordinates to fill in the gaps, you¡¯re the one closest to the holy temple.¡± ¡°Pope Isabella! Please help us!¡± ¡°Please don¡¯t leave us behind. We¡¯ll bear whatever punishment you¡¯ll give us!¡± ¡°Please take us back to Hermes!¡± Again, the nuns started to plead. ¡°It appears that they did not call me Her Holiness for anything particular, but for the chance to regain the church¡¯s attention,¡± Isabella thought. The institution was not suitable for the top-level executives in the church as they were already at the top. However the ones who were drowning at the bottom of the hierarchy could not care less. They would clutch anything that could save their lives as tight as they could, even it was a fragile straw. As Isabella thought of this, she weaved an idea in her head. ¡°I¡¯m here to tell you an important thing. Listen carefully!¡± All of them held their breaths. ¡°The church has changed,¡± Isabella said loudly. ¡°Mayne was no real pope. He not only betrayed Lord O¡¯Brien but also stole the throne! In fact, there was another successor to whom Lord O¡¯Brien meant to pass his power.¡± The words were like a stone that created numerous ripples as it was tossed into the water. The listeners burst into an uproar. ¡°The successor was his first Pure Witch, Zero,¡± Isabella said. She did not know what His Majesty would think of those words, but since she started off, she would do her best. ¡°Graycastle isn¡¯t our enemy. Instead, in order to defend the real enemy, Lord O¡¯Brien even hope to ally the church with Graycastle.¡± ¡°Do you mean¡­ the demonic beasts?¡± Someone could not help asking. ¡°They¡¯re more fearful than the demonic beasts.¡± Isabella shook her head and said, ¡°They¡¯re recorded in canon within the church that only a very few people could see. Mayne was averse to let the Pure Witch seize the power, so he secretly revolted and framed Zero who was about to leave for Graycastle as a messenger. That¡¯s the cause for the battle of Coldwind Ridge.¡± Fortunately, Mayne¡¯s trick didn¡¯t work out. I survived that battle, yet the initiators of the rebellion died within more than a month. There was no doubt that they were punished by the deities.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no so-called last battle, and you don¡¯t need to hold the cloister alone to the last moment, either,¡± she paused. ¡°You¡¯re safe now.¡± Both the nuns and the orphans looked as though they could not believe their ears. ¡°What about¡­ our punishment¡­ for killing the priests?¡± ¡°They had dishonored their names and therefore disqualified for what they had done, so I decided spare all of you.¡± There was a moment of silence. Then they started to cheer wildly. ¡°Thank you! Your Merciful Holiness!¡± ¡°Long live Pope Isabella!¡± ¡°Long live Your Holiness¡± Isabella pressed her palms downward to make them calm down before she continued, ¡°Just as I said, I¡¯m no pope. The rules don¡¯t really make me attain the that role. I¡¯m just the executor of Supreme Pontiff, as I was before.¡± ¡°But you still represent the Church of Hermes!¡± Qiu said, thrilled. ¡°I have a mission for you,¡± Isabella said clearly and with certainty. ¡°Of course, that¡¯s after all of you eat your fill.¡± The nuns and the orphans knelt again after hobbling back to their feet. They said as one, ¡°At your service.¡± Isabella knew very well that those people did not side with her because they were convinced by her. They had been forsaken and should have been done for. Now that they were given the hope to return to the church, they naturally would devote anything, even if the ¡°church¡± they would know now was not real. Supposing that the real Church of Hermes was still standing, they might mull over whether they had made the right choice after they removed themselves from the plight and cooled down. But that was impossible now. By the time the First Army arrived, what she had said would definitely come true. Only by breaking their old beliefs of the church and instilling a half-true story she had made up as the new ¡°truth¡±. King Roland would now be able to control this land veritably. ¡°It¡¯s very simple. I want you to restore order in the Old Holy City,¡± Isabella said methodically. ¡°Qiu, first gather the residents of the two other cloisters and retell them my words. You must also see to it that every child gets their portion of food before nightfall. The First Army of Graycastle will answer your call and help you. Since they had known that it was Mayne and other men who betrayed, they wouldn¡¯t make things difficult for you. After that, all of you must walk out and inform every household of the news and note the names of whom have left and stayed respectively. If you run into the treasonous priests or the believers, report to me immediately.¡± As the orders were given, the nuns went into action right after they answered the ¡°yes¡±. The situation they were in did not magically improve but a new outlook and hope dwindles in their eyes. Soon, they ripped down the gate. When a nun was about to take the girls out of the cloister in order, one girl suddenly bowed low to Isabella. ¡°Thank you, Lady Isabella.¡± The other girls followed her behavior one after another. ¡°You¡¯re so nice, My Lady.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll remember you forever.¡± Every girl in the line echoed these kinds of words. ¡°Thanking me¡­¡± Isabella slightly closed her eyes, lost in thought. She had received much hatred and many curses since the day she became a Pure Witch, yet this was the first time she was being thanked. But what she had done was not for gaining gratitude, but for her goal. She would also put those people to death without the slightest hesitation if that was needed to achieve her goal. So¡­ this kind of gratitude seemed unwanted to her. Although that was she had been thinking, Isabella felt like something unknown emerged in her heart, a feeling she had never had before. She could feel a soft distension occurring in her heart and warmth like a fire. Isabella thought she would resist the feeling, but¡­ it was not as annoying as she had expected. Was this King Roland¡¯s intention? Isabella slightly lets out a breath and then slowly followed the end of the line to the camp. Chapter 893 Chapter 893: Fate Passes On Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two weeks later when summer was already nearing its end, Roland finally arrived at Hermes. He was welcomed at the gates of the Holy City by the witches and the First Army garrison from the Northern Region. He also spotted several nuns in black church clothing amongst the group of people. Although Roland had heard from Lightning that all the top-level figures of the church had disappeared, he still couldn¡¯t believe what had happened as he entered this now empty stronghold. The fierce battle that he thought awaited them did not come. Neither the God¡¯s Punishment Witches nor the new mortars had to be used. There was no doubt that things couldn¡¯t have gone any better, but this turn of events just felt somewhat anticlimactic for Roland. He had made a right decision in letting Isabella come along with the First Army to this expedition. According to the reports from Eagle Face and Agatha, the former Pure Witch was quickly alerted to the strange happenings within the Church and promptly suggested the army to investigate the Holy City of Hermes right after they finished taking care of the orphans in the cloisters. To their surprise, the entire city was empty except for the people who lived in the surrounding areas. They didn¡¯t get to leave in time, thus creating a facade that the church was still under operations. In reality, those people had no idea about what was really happening in the inner city, and all they heard was that the church was preparing for the last battle. After that, the nuns, organized by Isabella, entered Hermes and visited as many houses as possible to explain the situation. As a result, the number of evacuees started to decrease, and at least no more large groups of people were spotted fleeing towards Wolfheart and Everwinter. The church abandoning the Holy City was such a shocking turn of events for the people, and it had utterly ruined the church¡¯s reputation. Compared to those cowards who ran at the first sign of danger, the nuns who came out and tried to restore order seemed more like the real successors of the old church. ¡°How did they escape?¡± Roland could not help asking. The message he had received did not include many details, so Roland wanted to know where the remnants of the church had gone. ¡°There ought to be thousands of people in the Inner City. How could they have managed to leave the plateau without passing through the city wall?¡± ¡°There are many tunnels under Hermes, some of which go under the city wall. If they evacuated in batches, it would have been possible for them to escape without alerting the residents in the outer city.¡± Isabella explained. ¡°The tunnels were designed to work only one-way so that intruders wouldn¡¯t be able ¡®t take advantage of it. Moreover, the tunnels can only be used once. I¡¯ve checked a lot of tunnel entrances, and most of them were already destroyed.¡± ¡°Where do the tunnels lead to?¡± ¡°Only people who have used them would know,¡± Isabella said as she shook her head. ¡°If they had planned the escape beforehand, it would be near impossible to track them now that they already had six weeks to run.¡± ¡°So the church is like a cornered lizard, cutting off its tail to escape, and hoping for a chance to come back in the future?¡± Roland frowned as he pondered over this. ¡°But giving up the Holy City meant that they abandoned their base of operations, which is far worse than just losing a tail, as this was as good as them losing everything. How could they be so confident that they would be able to find a new base that can rival Graycastle? Or are they going to scatter into different places and harass my land?¡± Thinking about how he had to keep an eye out for fanatical believers in the coming years gave Roland a headache. ¡°No need to worry, Your Majesty. They won¡¯t come back anymore,¡± Isabella smiled, as she read Roland¡¯s mind. ¡°Why?¡± Roland was surprised. Isabella replied, ¡°They left behind a messenger.¡± ¡­ In a small church on the north side of the Holy City, Roland met the messenger that Isabella mentioned. He was a grizzled old man in a brand new red priest robe hemmed with gold. Seized by two guards, he walked out with a thick book held in his arms. The old man hobbled towards them unsteadily, but he kept his chin up as he tried to strike an imposing figure. He cast a cold glance at Isabella and then looked at Roland. ¡°Are you the King of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon?¡± ¡°Yes, that is I.¡± ¡°You have your father¡¯s grey hair and grey eyes,¡± the old man said slowly. ¡°My name is Jacob, the High Priest of the Holy City. In your terms, my position would be similar to that of a duke. ¡­ But of course, I don¡¯t own any land, nor do I need that many servants.¡± ¡°I heard that you¡¯ve insisted on waiting for me here?¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°What happened? Why didn¡¯t they take you with them when they turned tail?¡± ¡°I wanted to stay.¡± the old man said solemnly as if these were his last words. ¡°I¡¯m too old to run¡­ Even if I could go with them, there won¡¯t be much time left for me. I¡¯d rather be buried in this city than start a new but short life.¡± ¡°New life?¡± Roland quickly seized the keywords. ¡°Yes. Let go all of all of our duties and live a new and peaceful life for the rest of our days.¡± Jacob¡¯s voice sounded satirical. ¡°You¡¯ve won, Your Majesty. The church won¡¯t be fighting against you anymore. This city will become yours with everything intact, and so will our nightmares. if you so desire.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland said noncommittally. ¡°What other reasons do you think that made us guard this barren plateau?¡± The old man¡¯s voice rose. ¡°Look what you¡¯ve done. Humans are going to perish because of you!¡± ¡°Really? What a harsh accusation. However, I don¡¯t see why I have to bear it.¡± Roland said as he roughly understood the High Priest¡¯s intention. Surely enough, the church would not let him take the city so easily, and even though they did not have the force to fight back, they would try to obstruct him mentally. Zero had tried the same trick before the final battle between them, although their intentions were different. If Roland knew nothing about the Battle of Divine Will, then the news about how the demons would soon annihilate humankind would have definitely taken him by surprise. Additionally, if the church manipulated the truth and made it seem like he was at fault for mankind¡¯s imminent destruction, then they would have succeeded in breaking his will.¡± ¡°Accusation? Sigh¡­ what gibberish. Do I look like I¡¯m kidding? O, young and untested King, it appears that Her Holiness, the Pure Witch didn¡¯t tell you the truth.¡± Jacob gave Isabella a meaningful look before he continued. ¡°The church was laden with a heavy responsibility that is beyond imagination and is unknown to all but a few superiors of the church. You have no idea what kind of enemy we¡¯ve been preparing to fight over the past few centuries. Now that you¡¯ve ruined the church, like it or not, you must take full responsibility for what is going to happen. When the end comes for us all, you will only be able to helplessly watch on as your kingdom get razed to the ground!¡± ¡°It seems that this man is not only attempting to attack me mentally but is also trying to take any opportunities to alienate me from Isabella. It¡¯s a shame that he has misjudged me and sent the wrong signals.¡± As Roland looked at the self-righteous old priest, an old quote came to mind: All the world¡¯s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. ¡°You don¡¯t have to believe me, but a truth is a truth.¡± As the priest said this, another sentence emerged in Roland¡¯s head: People die if they are killed. Jacob let out a long breath after he finished those words. He then flipped open the book in his hands and handed it over, saying, ¡°This is the Canon of the church. You¡¯ll understand all the foolish things you¡¯ve done after you read it! Our¡­ no, I should say the human beings¡¯ real enemy is¡ª¡± ¡°The demons, right?¡± Roland chipped in casually. ¡°You built the Holy City here not to fight against the demonic beasts, but for the God¡¯s Stone mines in the mountain. There¡¯s a Pivotal Secret Area under the cathedral, where you mined the God¡¯s Stones and made the God¡¯s Punishment Army, and that¡¯s the true form of the church. Of course, I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve learned this information, for only the pope was entitled to know of the incarnation ceremony of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Oh, were you going to tell me the Battle of Divine Will or the Divine Smile? The battle that occurs every 400 or so is no news to me. Furthermore, the demons are not some invisible ghosts either. In fact, I¡¯ve fought against them before. So¡­ what else do you want me to know?¡± ¡°You¡ªI¡ª¡± At the moment, Jacob was so shocked that he opened his mouth, stammered, yet failed to make out any words. He looked like he would pass out at any moment. After a while, he pointed his shaking finger at Isabella and said, ¡°It¡¯s you¡­¡± But Isabella shook her head softly. ¡°I didn¡¯t tell him that,¡± she said, ¡°From the very beginning, he knew much more than we had expected. You have underestimated him, or more like, we all did.¡± ¡°Now that you¡¯ve finished your story, let me tell you mine,¡± Roland said, giving a cold laugh. Chapter 894 Chapter 894: Worthy To Save The World Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Since there were still some First Army soldiers present, Roland omitted the origin of the Battle of Divine Will in his story. He briefed the old man only on the part of the history of how the witch empire of old had transformed into the church. Despite the fact that Roland had only briefly mentioned bits and pieces of the story that he knew, Jacob was still shocked when he realized just how much Roland already knows about humanity¡¯s past. His eyes widened every time the church¡¯s highly confidential information just slipped out of Roland¡¯s mouth as if it was worth nothing. In the end, Jacob¡¯s eyes got so large that they looked like a pair of lanterns. Every time the old man wanted to refute what Roland had said, his words would end up being caught on his lips. A lot of what Roland said was beyond his understanding, yet it all fit perfectly with the rumors that went around within the church. Roland paused as he saw the old priest gasping for breath. He didn¡¯t stop talking because he had nothing else to say, but out of concern for the old guy who looked like he would pass out any second now. Of course, Roland didn¡¯t really care if the old man were to pass out; he just wanted to enjoy the face-smacking some more. He did not continue until Jacob had finally caught his breath. ¡°It looks like you were never told about the inner workings of the church. Otherwise, you wouldn¡¯t have been so shaken by these trivial facts. You can¡¯t berate me for talking nonsense even if you want to because you can¡¯t help but find what I said just now similar to the clues you have found out yourself in the past. I believe that all the knowledge of the demons and the Battle of Divine Will had been passed down by generation after generation by the popes, to keep the goal¡­ or should I say, the faith, unforgotten. However, the current fools who call themselves the successor of the church have a fear of witches that runs so deep, that they dare not reveal the truth of the past. Not to mention the will of the first Pope. You people proclaim to be fighting for humanity, yet how many believers in the entire Holy City of Hermes are even aware of the existence of the demons and the upcoming Battle?¡± ¡°But this isn¡¯t how things are run in Graycastle. Information about the Battle of Divine Will is no secret in Neverwinter. Every minister working under me knows of the demons. The planning and preparation for the upcoming Battle of Divine Will form one of Neverwinter¡¯s fundamental policies. Be it farmers or blacksmiths, all my subjects are doing their best in contributing to the inevitable fight against evil. That¡¯s the largest difference between us. I¡¯ve been preparing Graycastle to withstand the onslaught of our enemy for years.¡± Roland took in the look of distraught apparent on the old man¡¯s face with joy before he continued, ¡°Do you still think that the church is the one and only savior of humankind? Don¡¯t you think you¡¯ve been thinking too highly of yourselves? Even if we set aside the fact of whether or not I will be able to come out victorious against this powerful enemy, one thing is still for certain¡ª¡± He walked over to the old priest and spelled out his next words slowly, ¡°How can the church hope to save the world when they can¡¯t even defeat me? Stop dreaming!¡± ¡°We¡­¡± Roland¡¯s words had caused Jacob¡¯s face to turn pale as if the last sentence had pierced through his heart. Jacob had indeed questioned the church¡¯s strength in his mind before, but he had always kept his doubts hidden. Now that the truth was brutally shoved in front of his face, he had lost even the last bits of his remaining determination. The old priest then felt strength leave his legs and he collapsed on to the floor, and the dignified look deserving of a respectful figure that he initially displayed quickly disappeared from his face without a trace. ¡°Take him back to the dungeons,¡± Roland ordered, waving one hand. ¡°He is too old to work in the mines. Keep him alive until the Bloody Moon comes and have him witness how my people fight against the demons. I hope by then he would still remember how to repent to God.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± The soldiers pulled Jacob up and carried him away by his arms. Roland turned to look at Isabella and said, ¡°Well done. Without you, we wouldn¡¯t have restored order in the Holy City in such a short time.¡± Isabella, being unlike her usual self, looked away from her King and said in a slightly shaky voice, ¡°Is this really okay? Do you really want me to be the one to give the orders as the Pope¡¯s representative and gather those who were abandoned?¡± He had received reports from Edith, Eagle Face, and Isabella herself, and understood their proposal to rewrite history to split up the church once and for all. The Pearl of the Northern Region had praised this move, saying that it would help Graycastle conquer both the old and the new Holy City and take over all the influence that the church had accumulated over the centuries. Even if the scattered believers somehow found themselves an opportunity to start up a new organization, they would look like illegitimate rogues in comparison to Roland who had actual control over Hermes. Roland, on the other hand, looked at this move in a more practical way. Located in the middle of the Impassable Mountain Range and facing the big breach, this piece of plateau would be a major choke point for them to defend in the Battle of Divine Will. Roland had intended to take over the place since the day he planned to wage war on Hermes. Now that they could utilize the local workforce and resources to their advantage and cut down expenditures for Neverwinter, Roland didn¡¯t see why they shouldn¡¯t go ahead with the plan. ¡°What would I have to mind if what you did turns out to be effective?¡± Roland said, smiling. ¡°However, your sentence still stands.¡± ¡°I never had that kind of intention¡­¡± Isabella said hurriedly. ¡°But of course, I can¡¯t leave you unrewarded for your help either.¡± Roland waved his hands and said, ¡°If there¡¯s ever a day when you¡¯re required to intervene as a representative, then in that day you shall be treated properly, in a way that is befitting of a representative. What do you think?¡± ¡°In a way that¡­ is befitting of a representative?¡± ¡°The representative would be equivalent in status to the Prime Minister or the Hand of the King.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Of course, this wouldn¡¯t give you the equivalent authority or power, but only the accommodation and food, such as a commodious, a posh suite, delicacies served by imperial cooks, all the Chaos Drinks you could ever desire, and more. If you don¡¯t want them, you¡¯re allowed to take an equivalent amount of gold royals¡ª¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty.¡± Isabella shook her head. ¡°The former is good. I mean¡­ just have it your way.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s settled then,¡± Roland said pleasantly. ¡­ As the main body of the First Army joined in the investigation in the city, the detailed workings of the foreign city slowly became clear before Roland. To his surprise, the old priest did not exaggerate when he said: ¡°with everything intact.¡± Apart from the collapsed Hermes Cathedral, all the buildings were in excellent condition. Even the broken parts of the city wall had been repaired, and the mangonels that stood upon the wall were left untouched. In addition, a large number of Berserk Pills that Isabella had mentioned in her report rested quietly in the underground cellar. According to the inventory count that they made, there were around 240,000 pills in total. Thinking that Zero planned to use millions of berserk soldiers to fight against the demons, Roland was relieved that her plan never came to fruition. After the inventory count, they set up a big fire on the high city wall to burn the pills into ashes that were eventually swept down off the wall and left frozen in the dirt. At last, the threat of a crazed army that had bothered him all this time eventually came to an end. But the investigation report included some even more interesting things. Such as, food. And weapons. Every day since the investigation began, the First Army would find new hidden goods that had been amassed in frightening amounts. The resources they have found so far were enough to equip and maintain several orders of knights. No wonder that Appen Moya, the King of Dawn, and his feudatories were willing to travel thousands of miles to plunder this city. Roland noticed that the top-level executives of the church had only taken the gold royals and jewels, leaving most of the war supplies untouched, which partly proved that they would no longer return and were instead fleeing away to start a new unfettered life. The leviathan that nested in the northwest of Graycastle had finally bitten the dust. Roland had a lot of free time now. All he needed to do was to wait for Iron Axe to annex the Eastern Region and march the army to the border of their neighboring country where they could join forces. After that, they would work together to outflank the Kingdom of Dawn. With free time he didn¡¯t usually have, Roland wanted to look around the city that the church had run for hundreds of years. After all, the Holy City of Hermes was incomplete in the memory fragment. The place he would like to visit the most would undoubtedly be the place of the phantom, the Reflection Church that Isabella had told him before. It was said that it was by phantom playback that Alice, the Queen of Starfall City, managed to pass down her faith across hundreds of years. That was also the place where Zero finished her transformation from a Pure Witch to the Pope. Chapter 895 Chapter 895: Reflections of The Past Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In a way, the Reflection Church was not only the place for the transition of power between Popes, but also a museum. The busts of the past influential figures of the church radiated historical significance, not to mention the Sigil of Magic Stones which could replay major historical events in the form of holographic images. If it were to become a tourist attraction for future generations, it would definitely be very profitable. But if Roland wanted to enter it now, he would have to spend quite an effort¡ªalthough the Reflection Church was right beneath the old Holy City church in a totally mirrored way, the two churches were not connected. The slate and clay between them were as thick as 10 meters with God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation mixing in the wall, so forcefully digging through with manpower or phasing through it by using the Magic Ark would both be extremely troublesome. After inquiring about the details with Isabella, Roland decided to instead enter the Reflection Church through the tunnels under the cloister. After all, those tunnels used to be unobstructed. Although they were purposely sabotaged and blocked, it would still be easy for the Magic Ark to go through them. More importantly, the abandoned tunnels were not under the influence of God¡¯s Stones. Compared with the entire cave that was under the influence of the God¡¯s Stone mineral vein, the tunnels seemed to be a much safer and reliable choice. To avoid getting lost, Roland asked Sylvie to scan the whole underground structure to determine the best route for this sightseeing trip. The witches were alerted by all the preparation that was going on and so learned about Roland¡¯s upcoming trip. On the day of his departure, Roland found a crowd of people gathering outside his tent, with the little girl, Lightning, being the most excited of them all. ¡°Your Majesty, how can you leave me behind for such an important expedition!¡± She pouted after saying that as she felt that she had been wronged. ¡°Am I not your chief explorer?¡± ¡°Coo, coo! Adventure, coo!¡± Maggie agreed. ¡°Um¡­ this is only a sightseeing tour. There won¡¯t be anything exciting in the places where Popes conduct the transition of power, let alone any danger.¡± ¡°But I want to go with you¡­ can I?¡± the little girl asked with her sparkly puppy eyes. How was Roland supposed to say no to this? Now that the floodgates were opened, the witches¡¯ requests came one after another. ¡°Your Majesty, take me too,¡± Hummingbird asked in a low voice. ¡°I can help you with the luggage.¡± ¡°As a member of the Quest Society, how can I miss such a key moment. Am I right, Your Majesty?¡± Agatha asked. ¡°I¡¯ll go wherever elder sister Anna goes!¡± Nana said with a clear voice. ¡°What if the underground building is infected by the demonic plague? Didn¡¯t you say that places which lack ventilation are the perfect environments for bacteria to grow?¡± Lily asked seriously. ¡°Since the Queen of Starfall City is there, I¡¯d like to see her again¡­¡± Apart from the witches, even No. 76 Phyllis came to express her desire to join. ¡°Wait a moment, was she not an enemy of Taquila?¡± Roland curiously asked. ¡°But she was still a respectable leader¡ªif not for Lady Alice, we wouldn¡¯t have even survived until the split between Taquila and Starfall City.¡± ¡­ In the end, pretty much everyone was able to get the free trip to the Reflection Church that they wished for. Originally, Roland only planned to take Anna, Nightingale, Sylvie, and Isabella with him. But now, due to the increase in participants, Margie had to go back and forth several times before she was able to transport everybody into the abandoned tunnel. Although these complex tunnels were shut down long ago, they were still in good conditions, with no sign of leakage or erosion. Although the tunnels were quite dusty, the group still traveled through them without much of a hitch. After walking for about fifteen minutes, they arrived at the upper region of the Reflection Church. Under the guidance of Isabella, they soon arrived at a grand hall. The hall¡¯s width was nothing impressive, but the ceiling extended so far that Roland could only see the pillars extend into the darkness above. In other words, its height was much greater than its width. Despite its grandness, Roland felt claustrophobic the moment he entered the hall. It felt like he was walking through an extremely deep valley. Even though Stones of Lighting illuminated both sides, their faint yellow light was only able to light up a small part of the hall. ¡°This is the Prayer Room. The portraits of all the previous Popes are hung on the walls of this hall.¡± Isabella explained while walking, ¡°On the day of power transition, O¡¯Brien, taking Mayne, visited here too. But the Archbishop did not know that O¡¯Brien took someone else with him.¡± ¡°That was Zero,¡± Roland said with a low voice. ¡°Yes. Normally, a Pure Witch would strictly be forbidden from entering this area; even the witches used to instill magic in the Sigils were chosen from those soon-to-be sacrificed. As soon as they saw the phantoms, they would then go through the God¡¯s Punishment Army¡¯s incarnation ceremony.¡± Isabella nodded. ¡°The moment that Zero arrived here, she had become a candidate for the Pope.¡± ¡°Disgusting!¡± Nightingale snarled, although it was unsure whether she was referring to the incarnation ceremony or Zero. Isabella shut her mouth sensibly. When everybody arrived at the end of the hall, a full-length portrait taking up the entire wall appeared in front of them. Different from the passage under the dim yellow light, this portrait¡¯s frame was surrounded by Stones of Light. Every detail of the portrait was vividly exhibited under the soft light. Although Roland had heard many times about the appearance of the Queen of Witches from Agatha and other witches, when he saw her portrait with his own eyes, an unspeakable feeling rose from his heart. In the portrait, Alice was holding a sword with both hands and looking at the front. She looked as if gazing into the unpredictable future, while at the same time examining Roland. There was no single word that can describe her accurately. She was soft yet strong; cold yet fiery. One could never forget her as soon as one laid eyes upon her. However, if a pretty face was all that she had, Roland would not have been too surprised. On Alice, there was the overwhelming aura of a natural leader¡ªan aura so intense it seemed as if she was born with God¡¯s Honor; leading her followers to victory until the end of time. ¡°What a beautiful woman,¡± Anna said with complicated feelings. ¡°Fortunately, she¡¯s gone.¡± ¡°Hey, what do you mean by that?¡± Roland patted her head slightly. ¡°Even if Alice were alive, would I have been head over heels for her?¡± But seeing Nightingale who was by his side, he decided not to voice out his thoughts. I have nothing to hide, but if¡­ if she judged that what I said was not the whole truth or partly-true-partly-false, what can I do then? After appreciating the looks of the Queen of Starfall City, they walked into the Illusion Room concealed behind the giant painting. ¡°Nine Sigils of Magic Stones are stored here. I haven¡¯t seen all of them. Some of them seem to have been passed down from the older generations.¡± Isabella pressed at a Magic Stone. ¡°If you wish to see all of them, I¡¯ll activate them one by one.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s begin.¡± Roland nodded. Their surroundings suddenly became pitch-dark. Chapter 896 Chapter 896: Dust-laden Secrets Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the darkness, Roland felt that two hands had simultaneously grabbed him. Nightingale said alertly, ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°The illusion created by this sigil is directly projected into everyone¡¯s brain,¡± Agatha explained. ¡°It will seem like you have been teleported to another world alone, but the reality is unaffected. We¡¯re still standing in the grand hall.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t want to watch it, you can just walk out of the effective range of the sigil¡± Isabella added. Not long after, the darkness gradually faded away, and the transparent glass dome, marble floor, and spacious roundtable appeared in front of their eyes. Sitting around the table were witches in the Union-style copes, among them was the impressive Queen of Starfall City whose hair was as fiery red. Although this was a scene from 400 years ago, everything in the phantom looked so realistic. Even the tea on the table was giving off puffs of hot steam. It felt as if a moment that had long been buried history had been revived to the present once again. If such a technique had existed from where Roland came from, historians who had worked their asses off in the dirt to search for a few pieces of text fragments would definitely be moved to tears. Seeing that there was no danger, one hand let go of Roland. However, the other one did not loosen its grip at all, but instead moved down and eventually the two¡¯s fingers were tightly intertwined with each other. Roland instantly knew who that was. He smiled and softly squeezed the other person¡¯s fingers before he shifted his attention to the center of the phantom. Isabella activated the magic stones one after another. The locations in the phantoms changed from the witches¡¯ escape route to Taquila, then to Starfall City. As Alice became younger and younger, the appearing witches kept on changing, and by the end, only a few familiar faces could be seen. Undoubtedly, during this prolonged brutal war, the Union suffered tremendous losses, and very few senior witches were able to survive until the escape. This was the result of the witch empire¡¯s systemic flaw: the more powerful a witch was, the higher ranked she would be. It sounded logical, but when war erupted, the high-ranking witches had to fight on the front lines themselves, instead of commanding the war effort from somewhere safe. Roland had heard from Agatha that Alice evolved into a Transcendent during an extremely dangerous battle. During her reign, she went through several massive battles just like that one. In other words, if she had made even a single mistake, then the history of the Union¡­ or maybe even the history of the entire human race would have turned out differently. Such was the case for the Head of the Three Chairs, let alone the other high-ranking witches. As a matter of fact, that system did not provide a suitable place for leaders to be developed¡ªa rookie only had to survive one or two battles and taste some fresh blood to become a veteran, yet a high-ranking officer had to go through quite a few battles and witness thousands of deaths to genuinely mature. Having the leader personally lead a charge was indeed the best way of enhancing an army¡¯s morale, but this should only be used as a last resort. If everything went well, the troops would keep on fighting with high morale without the need for a leader to make an appearance. Leaders and common troops do not have the same value¡ªwhen faced with a large-scale war where large numbers of casualties were inevitable, such a practice was truly reckless. Roland was not expecting to find any astonishing secrets through the sigils. He believed the past Popes must have repeatedly watched these phantoms, so if there were records about the origins of the Divine Will or the nature of the relics of gods, then the church wouldn¡¯t have fallen to such a sorry state today. The purpose of his trip was, apart from satisfying his curiosity, to gain some more experiences for himself. He found that what had happened was more or less the same as he had imagined. As the phantom played out, the group mostly saw scenes such as important conferences, festivals, and battle mobilizations. It was understandable that the Sigils of Magic Stones were only used on such occasions. According to Agatha, sigils that were able last for such a long time cost quite a fortune. Soon enough, they came to the last phantom¡ªAlice and the other two chairs were nowhere to be found, and instead, there was a crowd of senior witches in disheveled clothing. The image quality was also visibly worst than the previous playbacks. Agatha asked with surprise, ¡°Are those people¡­¡± ¡°The founders of the early Union?¡± Phyllis asked. ¡°Who are they?¡± Roland asked, raising his eyebrow. ¡°The Extraordinaries who survived the first Battle of Divine Will. It was them who founded the Union. Look at the documents on the table! Could this be¡­¡± Phyllis asked in surprise. ¡°Indeed.¡± Agatha¡¯s voice was full of joy. ¡°I never expected to witness the well-known vow of the three queens with my very own eyes!¡± Roland was bewildered. He raised his head and tried to get a better look, only to find texts written with magic power, which were only readable to witches. ¡°Can someone explain what the vows were about?¡± ¡°Allow me.¡± Agatha¡¯s voice came from in front of him. ¡°It was considered as a symbolic event in the history of the Union where this loose organization integrated into a centralized power. This event was something every awakened witch had to learn about. After the end of the first Battle of Divine Will, the Union, which was entirely under the witches¡¯ rule, was founded. At that time, different opinions were circling around the young organization, whether it was about the ruling of ordinary people or the methods of fighting against demons. Such debates lasted for years until three major powers emerged. Over time, the three forces grew until they finally overpowered the other lords and city-states, after which the Union ended up with the oligarchic organizational structure that we all know about.¡± ¡°Were the three powers Starfall City, Taquila, and Arrieta?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°That¡¯s right. Due to the special positions of these three Holy Cities, their lords were often crowned as ¡®Queen,''¡± Agatha replied. ¡°The Three Chiefs of the last tenure in the Union were the Queen of Starfall City Alice, the Queen of Sunchaser Natalia, and the Queen of Moonradiance Eleanor.¡± ¡°No wonder.¡± Roland thought. To witches in that era, the vow of the three queens was more or less the same as the founding constitutional amendments of a nation. This event signified the point after which the Union had transformed from an unofficial alliance to a unified political entity. No wonder witches like Agatha and Phyllis were this excited about the vow. Indeed, it had important historical significance. Although the Union ended up in a disaster, without the Three Chiefs system, it would have been defeated much sooner in the second Battle of Divine Will, let alone leaving behind the numerous witches who took on ¡°resisting demons, recovering Taquila¡± as their lifelong mission. But such information was not particularly interesting to Roland. With his mind drifting away, he laid eyes on the minor details in the phantom such as the witches¡¯ clothing, the cups and stationery they used, and the furniture and decoration in the hall. Since Alice came from a time several centuries ago, the furnishings of her age were much shabbier. Obviously, after the defeat of the first Battle of Divine Will, the domain of the witches ended up in an extremely underdeveloped stage. On the walls of the conference hall, Roland saw over ten portraits, and surprisingly, two of them were men. He guessed that they were probably some outstanding heroic figures from the war. Apparently, at that time, the Union hadn¡¯t started to consider ordinary people as lower beings, since men could still attend such an important conference. Just when Roland was about to ask Agatha whether she knew who they were, he felt as if all the blood in his body suddenly froze. An indescribable chill rose from the bottom of his feet and penetrated through his spine. The panic was so intense that goosebumps sprung on his arms and his fingertips started to shiver slightly. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± noticing his uneasiness, Anna asked urgently. ¡°That, that painting¡­¡± swallowing his saliva, Roland was able to barely stutter out his words. ¡°Painting?¡± ¡°The person in the painting¡­ I¡¯ve seen her before.¡± It took him quite a lot of effort to utter those words¡ªalthough the phantom was not as clear as the previous ones, he could still distinguish the silhouette of the person in the second to the last portrait. It was a middle-aged woman, not outstanding in appearance, with her black hair coiled on the top of her head, one of her eyes covered with a patch, and was sitting on a high-backed chair with her hands crossed over each other. Her appearance was exactly the same as Lan, Garcia¡¯s master in Roland¡¯s Dream World! Chapter 897 Chapter 897: Jungle Fiesta Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The heavy rain in the jungle had washed away most of the corpses¡¯ bloody smell. An ordinary hunter might have found it hard to search for his target under this kind of condition. But for Lorgar, the faint smells that were mixed with the rainwater were more than sufficient for her to hunt. For example, she knew that a number of animals had died at the same spot. She could sense that the within the different smells of blood, some still smelled fresh, while others carried a rancid odor. This means that several animals had all died at the same place for some time. It was unlikely for the smell of small animals such as rabbits, rats, and foxes to spread for so far, and even if it did, the smell shouldn¡¯t have been so distinct. In other words, this scent most likely came from the carcasses of large animals no smaller than bulls or horses. The creature that dragged all these large animal carcasses around must have possesed a certain level of strength. Mass storing food this way was also a frequent habit among the carnivorous predators. Such places were often the nest of these predators. Most importantly, Lorgar caught an indescribably foul smell within the stench of blood. This was the smell unique to those of hybrid demonic beasts. Had she not turned into a wolf, she would¡¯ve been only able to smell some odor in the end. Only when she used her ability to transform could she detect the subtle differences in the damp air. There was a hint of magic power in that smell. Not every demonic hybrid could absorb magic power, but this one must be a demonic hybrid since its blood contained traces of magic power, making the beast much stronger than ordinary demonic beasts. It was also one of the improvements she made through hunting in the jungle for these past few months. If she could have mastered this technique before the holy duel, the Four-winged Eagle that attacked her from the air wouldn¡¯t have even been able to touch her. Although the climate, the environment, and the preys in the Barbarian Land were far different from those in the desert, the technique for hunting was fairly similar. Basically, when it came to hunting, it was all down to being cautious, meticulous and patient no matter where he or she was. Lorgar¡¯s current target was a large demonic hybrid bear. When it stood up, its height was as tall as three men standing atop one another, and it looked like a mobile iron tower. Lorgar could not tell which demonic beast it managed to integrate with. The monster¡¯s skin was as thick as armor and could not be bitten through even by her sharp fangs. Its head looked even crazier. It had four eyes, two in the back, which made her sure-kill techniques such as a sneak attack from the back and biting the throat lose their usual effect. Five days ago, Lorgar had encountered the demonic bear. After a harsh fight, she broke two claws while the bear lost half of its forefoot and ran away with its stomach cut open. This bear-like beast was probably the trickiest prey to deal with within the Barbarian Land ever since Lorgar had gotten there. It was just about as strong as the legendary beast of the desert. If this monstrosity were instead the first opponent that she had to face after arriving in the Barbarian Land, then she would have been the one running for her life. But now, things are different. She was able to get plenty of battle experience from all the other demonic beasts she had killed before this. Nevertheless, it was a hunt. Not a duel. She brought herbs cultivated by Leaf and the Cleansing Water made by Lily for this trip. Also, she did not need to worry about minor injuries as she had excellent healing ability after transforming into a wolf. During these days, apart from healing the wounds, she spent the rest of time searching for the demonic bear. As the smell became stronger and stronger, Lorgar knew that the chase was about to come to an end, and the victor would soon be decided. She lightly jumped across a puddle. Her paws sank into the wet mud without any sound. She chose to start her attack from a downwind position since this would make it difficult for the beast to detect her presence through smell. She approached the source of the bloody little by little, pinpointed the position of the enemy using her hearing, and slowly lifted the vines in front of her with her front paw. The demonic hybrid bear then appeared in front of her. It was not aware of her arrival as it was busily biting into a stout buck, with blood stains on both of its cheeks. The bear¡¯s broken limbs that exposed the bones inside made the scene look even more appalling. For ordinary animals that suffered such severe wounds, they would typically opt to hide and recover first before doing anything else. But the bear seemed not to care about the wounds and instead acted as if nothing else mattered other than filling up its stomach. The Wolf Girl tensed up her hind legs and went into a prone position. This time she intended to destroy its four eyes first so that it would have no chance to escape. Just as she was ready to go, footsteps could be heard coming from the depths of the jungle. Lorgar was stunned for a moment. Why are there such orderly footsteps in the depths of the Barbarian Land? The new group¡¯s footsteps were very heavy and loud, and they apparently didn¡¯t care about making their presence known. The alternating sounds of one-two footsteps meant that they were humans, and there were more than one. Did some hunters from Neverwinter lose their way? ¡°No¡­¡± She immediately rejected this idea. It would take over ten days to come here from the border of Graycastle. Considering the dense forest and wild grassland, it would take more time if they had to walk on land. Not to mention the fact that there were fierce beasts and snakes everywhere once you pass the grasslands. Moreover, hybrid demonic beats roam the grounds around the Taquila ruins. Even if someone had lost their way, they wouldn¡¯t have been able to reach here alive. Lorgar suddenly thought of an answer. A seemingly reasonable answer, and one that was much-anticipated by her. At that moment, she felt the hair on her body stand up straight, and her heart started to beat violently. Though she was extremely nervous, her body instantly entered a battle-ready state. The demonic bear also noticed this unusual sound. It dropped the half-eaten deer leg, climbed up and roared toward the direction of the footsteps. The bush shook, and the staggered branches were pushed open. Two ugly and ferocious monsters then emerged out of the shadows. They had dark brown skin and muscled arms, and also wore skull helmets and held deadly-looking bone spears. Exactly the same as Lightning had described¡ª They were the demons! She had finally found them! The moment the demons appeared, the demonic hybrid bear launched its attack. It lifted its still-intact front paw and plunged toward the newcomers who dared disturb its feast at a speed which far exceeded that of which should be possible for something as large as itself. In addition to the demonic bear¡¯s power, the charge was further strengthened by the momentum of its entire body. This move was no less deadly than the Four-winged Eagle¡¯s dive from the sky. If it were Lorgar facing the charge, she would definitely try to avoid it. After all, she was not an Extraordinary and would have to pay a huge price to block this strike. But instead of dodging, one of the demons stepped forward, and one of its arms quickly swelled and clashed directly against the giant palm of the demonic beast. With a muffled sound, the two monsters crashed into each other! It was a stalemate! Neither the demonic bear nor the demon could push further. But the demon was much shorter than the bear, so it would be unfavorable for the demon if this had dragged on. However, there was more than one demon! Another Mad Demon had taken the bone spear and aimed it at the hybrid demonic beast. The fight was going to end in a moment, and Lorgar had but moments to spare if she wished to take action. Leave or stay? ¡°Although the tube on the back of the demon is its weakness, it is still difficult to deal with.¡± She suddenly recalled Lightning¡¯s warning. ¡°If you meet the enemies, you¡¯d better immediately retreat and report it to His Majesty.¡± Reason also told her that she needed to retreat, but her instincts were telling her otherwise as a burning sensation surged through her body. No, this was not something that she needed to think about. It was dangerous, but this was what she came for, wasn¡¯t it? According to the information, the Mad Demon would experience a significant period of weakness after its arms had swelled. Lorgar could take advantage of this even if she were fighting against two demons! ¡°Shoo¡ª¡± With a piercing sound, the bone spear shot through the air. At the same time, Lorgar pounced out of the shadows and bit towards the demon which was still struggling against the bear. Chapter 898 Chapter 898: Dark Tide Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Everything happened in the blink of an eye. With a flash of white, the bone spear directly pierced the demonic bear¡¯s chest. It had happened so quickly that it could not be captured by the naked eye. If it were Logar that was the target, with that kind of distance, she could not have avoided it. It seemed that the demon was aware of the giant wolf that leaped out of the bush, but it was unable to block or avoid the attack as its right hand was still struggling with the demonic bear¡¯s paw. It only managed to raise its other arm to protect its head by instinct. This action protected its throat but left its left arm exposed to Princess Lorgar. Without the slightest hesitation, she bit into the demon¡¯s arm and tore it apart. The heavy taste of blood immediately spread into her mouth. Compared to the enormous demonic bear, which had near-impenetrable skin, the Mad Demon¡¯s skin was similar to a human¡¯s in softness. Even though they had bulging muscles, their flesh was still as soft as a piece of cloth between Lorgar¡¯s fangs. The effortlessness with which Lorgar¡¯s fangs tore apart the demon¡¯s arm gave her an immediate confidence boost! Lorgar then moved past the demon and created a distance between them. She remained unhurt while one of her enemies had lost the means needed to continue the fight. That was undoubtedly an extremely successful attack. The badly hurt Mad Demon did not move until the hybrid demonic beast fell. It then stumbled back a few steps and roared at her angrily. However, it had lost its left arm and its right arm had now shrunk. It was barely able to keep itself up, let alone be a threat to her. But at this moment, the other demon¡¯s actions surprised Lorgar. She saw it take out a horn from its pocket and began blowing into it. ¡°Woo¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡± Its deep sound broke the silence of the forest and scared off a group of birds. What does this mean? Are there other demons nearby? But she had already scouted out the area. With the exception of beehives and bird nests, which Lightning had asked her to mark, she did not find anything else worthwhile around here. Lorgar decided not to think about it and would first kill the one-armed demon. Even if they had reinforcements, there would only be corpses waiting for them by the time they arrived. She rushed forward and pounced towards the demon. The demon dropped its horn, pulled out a stone ax that was hanging on its waist, and slashed towards the Wolf Girl! If this had happened six months ago, Lorgar would have chosen to avoid its edge, stepped back, and looked for another opportunity; however, after the battle with the Extraordinary, the Four-winged Eagle, and many kinds of hybrid demonic beasts, she had made many improvements in terms of her combat skill. Lorgar lowered her body and extended her hand and leg to one side, and sprung from this seemingly awkward angle with her body nearly flying out sideways! The ax missed its target. However, this move by Lorgar wasn¡¯t merely just a dodge. When the demon¡¯s attention was distracted by her movements and fixated on her mouth and claws, she launched her real attack. Lorgar curled her huge tail and swept it towards the back of the demon¡¯s head. This blow took full advantage of her body¡¯s momentum and was just like an invisible hook. ¡°Thud!¡± With a muffled sound, the surprised demon flew away and hit a nearby tree. Its stone ax was flung to the ground. ¡°Roar¡ª¡ª!¡± Just as Lorgar was ready to seize the opportunity to deal the finishing blow with her claws, she suddenly heard a shrill roar from behind. Her instincts warned her of immediate danger. She turned around and swept her paws sideways to block the one-armed Mad Demon which had rushed towards her. Her claw struck hard and cracked the ribs of the demon, even piercing through the leather armor on its body. This was a suicidal attack. It seemed that the demon had deliberately embraced her giant paw with its body. Why? Lorgar immediately knew the answer to her question before the thought had barely left her mind. The shrunken right arm of the one-armed Mad Demon began to swell up again! Wasn¡¯t it only supposed to recover after seven minutes? Lorgar was shocked and tried to get away from the enemy. However, her claw was tightly clong onto by the demon as if pinched by an iron plier. Why? Does it¡­ She quickly turned to the other demon that was struck by her tail, and her heart sank. The demon¡¯s arm also swelled up, and a few veins even burst out of its dry skin. Wait a second¡­ She suddenly remembered what Lightning had said. When they encountered the demons on the hot air balloon in the Great Snow Mountain of the Western Region, the Mad Demon did show the ability to throw spears twice within a short period of time. However, the strength of the second throw had decreased dramatically, and the demon¡¯s arm, which was embedded with magic stone, was rendered useless. It could be described as a suicidal technique, and not very threatening. She was stupid to believe what Lightning had said. She couldn¡¯t believe this. Lorgar had almost got herself killed by the words of a foolish girl! Although this desperate struggle by the demons would cause them severe backlash, it could also cause huge trouble for their opponent, especially in a life-and-death situation such as this one. There was a common saying in the Sand Nation which could explain this current situation: ¡°Beware a cornered fighter.¡± Since they had already put their life aside, their last blows would naturally be deadly. The demonthat was holding Lorgar¡¯s arm was not able to completely restrain her actions. This would only be possible for an Extraordinary. However, Lorgar understood that her opponent¡¯s purpose was to slow down her movement. Even if she tried to turn around or dodge, she would not be able to escape the other demon¡¯s fatal blow. In just a few seconds, the Mad Demon¡¯s arm had swelled to its maximum size, and blue blood spurted out from the cracked skin as if the whole arm was going to explode at any moment. It held its last bone spear and aimed it at the Wolf Girl. At this moment, Lorgar could only take a gamble! Lorgar opened her eyes wide and focused on every movement made by the enemy. For a moment, the world seemed to have turned silent. The only sound she could hear was her own heart beat. As soon as the Mad Demon threw the spear, she cut off the surging magic power in her body. Her body began to quickly shrink in size, creating a huge gap in the initially tight grasp of the Mad Demon. To the spear throwing demon, it basically had its target swapped out at the last moment. The bone spear, which flew through the air like a streak of lighting towards the head of the huge desert wolf, pierced the broken-arm demon instead. At this point, she had already finished transforming back to her human form. She won the gamble. The spear thrower did not expect her to do this. Stunned, it held its now withered arm and uttered out two syllables when Princess Lorgar walked in front of it. ¡°Ta¡­qui¡­¡± Lorgar then transformed one hand into a wolf¡¯s claw and crushed the demon¡¯s helmet. As the Red Mist dispersed, the demon collapsed to the ground with a soft thud Only then did Lorgar dare to relax and let out a long breath. She had won! One versus two! The demons were not that strong after all. Even though the demons were amazingly powerful after strengthening their arms, they had no combat skills at all. They mainly fought by instinct, which was a waste of their physique and talent. In terms of the warrior¡¯s path, the demons had not reached very far at all. She believed that hunting would become easier for her if she had a few more encounters with these demons. The vast Barbarian Land that spread out around her would become the best place for training. Then Lorgar heard the sound of tremors. It was as if the earth itself was shaking. It felt as if an immense force started to roll over the lands like a tsunami. ¡°Sh¡ª sh¡ª ¡± How is this possible? She frowned a little and raised her ears towards the source. She was in the land close to Graycastle. This was not like the Southernmost Region, which was close to the sea. She was not supposed to hear waves here. Was it a flood? But there was no mountains or rivers here, so a flood wouldn¡¯t be possible. Lorgar looked around and climbed up the highest tree she could find. The tremor came from the direction of the Taquila ruins. The next moment startled the Wolf Girl as she stood at the end of one of the tree¡¯s branches. She saw countless demons appear on the horizon, moving forward like a dark tide. Above the tide were hundreds of Devilbeasts, flying back and forth in formation. Most inconceivable of all was the group of colossal monsters stomping their way toward the ruins. They were as tall as ten-story buildings, and the four twisted legs could almost climb over Taquila¡¯s city walls directly. Anyone standing in front of them would look insignificant. That¡¯s not even considering how hard it would be to launch an attack against it. Even just standing in front of it would make a person lose their will to fight. Lorgar looked up at the sky, which was particularly blue after the rain. A soft breeze would blow past every once in a while and the white clouds floated in the sky. Everything was as it should be and it seemed so quiet and peaceful. Lorgar neither saw the Bloody Moon that symbolized the doomsday described by Lightning nor did she see the gloomy and depressing Red Mist. But she knew that disaster had come knocking. Chapter 899 Chapter 899: The Witches From Afar (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°I see the port!¡± Molly¡¯s sudden exclamation immediately drew the attention of the witches on deck. ¡°Where? Where?¡± ¡°Sigh¡­We¡¯re finally almost there. It has been about half a month since we started to float around the sea¡­¡± ¡°That silver speck over there is another ship, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t somebody said that only the ¡®Charming Beauty¡¯ sails on this route?¡± ¡°Then it¡¯s probably a fishing boat.¡± Everybody went to the railing and stood on tiptoes to get a better look at where Molly was pointing to. Seeing the witches all excited and cheerful, the old captain Jack ¡°The One-eyed¡± shook his head with a smile. He turned to Camilla Dary, who unlike the rest of the witches, had a stern look on her face, and asked, ¡°You don¡¯t look quite excited. What¡¯s wrong? Today is a good day.¡± ¡°Good in what way?¡± Camilla replied indifferently. ¡°Good to be home.¡± Jack shook his pipe and said, ¡°Is returning to your homeland after so many years not worth celebrating? It is obvious that you guys never considered the Sleeping Island as your home. Not that I¡¯m saying you dislike living at the Fjords, but after all, a refuge is still just a refuge.¡± Camilla didn¡¯t know what to say to that. She did not know whether Jack was right, but she knew that most of the witches who were willing to go to the Western Region of Graycastle had increased after the arrival of Princess Tilly¡¯s letter. Initially, only half of the witches wanted to go, but the number had risen to around 80% after. If the first batch of witches were able to properly settle in Graycastle, then it would be hard to say how many of the witches would still be left in Sleeping Island. Sleeping Island should have been their home. It was a place where they wouldn¡¯t be hated for being who they are, and also where the church did not constantly threaten their lives. Although the island was relatively underdeveloped compared with the kingdoms on the continent and had a huge difference in terms of local customs and traditions, she believed that Sleeping Island would prosper given ten more years. Perhaps, it would not even take one generation before newly-awakened witches treated the island as their real hometown. After a long silence, Camilla spoke in a low voice, ¡°I wish what you said was true.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Jack stroke his beards. ¡°You don¡¯t trust the new king?¡± ¡°How did you know?¡± Camilla looked up. ¡°it was written on your face.¡± The old captain smiled. ¡°Do you remember what you looked like three years ago when you sailed out for the first time?¡± ¡°Three years ago¡­¡± The steward of Sleeping Island contemplated for a while. That was when Princess Tilly started to gather the witches and encouraged them to leave Graycastle. As one of the few captains who did not discriminate against witches, Jack and the ¡°Charming Beauty had smuggled a large number of witches from harbor cities to the Fjords with the risk of getting caught and being sent to trial. That was why Sleeping Island had built a long-lasting and intimate friendship with the one-eyed captain. ¡°Perhaps worn-out and frightened?¡± Camilla answered hesitantly. ¡°Worn-out and frightened?¡± Jack burst into laughter. ¡°Just that? You were no better than a bunch of walking dead at that time, all beaten-up and desperate. Look at yourselves now. Don¡¯t you feel completely different? The past is the past. You should look ahead. Some of the witches had already been to Neverwinter several times. If it were really that miserable of a place, they wouldn¡¯t have such bright smiles on their faces right now.¡± ¡°But the nobles are all two-faced¡­¡± ¡°But are you?¡± The captain interrupted her. ¡°If I remember correctly, you¡¯re also from a noble family, aren¡¯t you? You were better dressed than anyone else the day you left Graycastle. Civilians can¡¯t afford silk fabrics. If I detested nobles like you do back then, what would have had happened?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Camilla opened her mouth, grasping for words that did not come. Jack ¡°The One-eyed¡± slowly blew a tendril of white smoke. ¡°I don¡¯t think you can judge a person only by his background. Other than the Three Gods, who can choose their own family? The same goes for witches¡­ Don¡¯t you think that you hating nobles because they are nobles is the same as people blindly hating witches?¡± The words sent a faint shiver through Camilla¡¯s heart. ¡°Perhaps you could say that you understand what the nobles are because you were one of them. But don¡¯t forget that your prejudice could potentially harm someone innocent, as long as there exists a person that doesn¡¯t fit your mold.¡± The old captain paused for a second and said, ¡°Sorry, child¡­ I am probably not the best person to lecture you on this, but I don¡¯t want to see you let your past cloud your judgment¡ªwhat I said doesn¡¯t only apply to this matter. After all, people can¡¯t always live in the past.¡± ¡°No, nobody else would say something like this to me,¡± Camilla thought to herself. Princess Tilly must know that people should look forward to the future and not live in the past. That was why she had voluntarily traveled to Neverwinter. However, Camilla knew Princess Tilly would never be so open to her, and certainly would not criticize her hatred for the nobles. Their intimate relationship and the respects Tilly had for her prevented the princess from giving her further counsels. Perhaps, the old captain was the only person on Sleeping Island who would view her as a child. Camilla breathed out a long sigh and said, ¡°You may be right.¡± ¡°Right?¡± Jack chuckled. ¡°I¡¯m old and happen to have a lot of similar experiences. If I don¡¯t always keep optimistic, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to sail on the sea for this long. But the things are most likely going to get tough in the near-future.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Who else would board the ¡°charming Beauty once you witches all return to the main continent? I¡¯ve heard from those big Chambers of Commerce that a new type of ship that doesn¡¯t require a sail will soon replace the current wooden boats and be used by the majority of the merchants at Fjords. Those new ships would be a lot faster than this old baby and can also carry a lot more. I bet nobody will ever use her again. Not even for transporting cargo.¡± ¡°I can probably talk to Princess Tilly about this¡­¡± ¡°Talk about what? Do you want to support me for the rest of my life?¡± The old captain tapped his pipe. ¡°That¡¯ll be a little too early. My legs haven¡¯t given away yet! In fact, I plan to join Sir Thunder¡¯s expedition team after you guys arrive at Graycastle.¡± ¡°Expedition?¡± Camilla echoed in surprise. ¡°That¡¯s right. If I can find something in an unexploited sea across Shadow Islands, the money I can earn from that will be more than enough to let me build my own fleet if I wanted to. Not to mention supporting myself.¡± Jack ¡°The One-eyed¡± turned around and looked at the vast ocean spiritedly. ¡°Although I¡¯m getting old and my legs are no longer as nimble as they were used to be, I can guarantee you that no captain in the entire Fjords ¡®s better at navigating the seas than me!¡± ¡°Really¡­¡± Camilla asked in her heart. She glanced at the Fjordian old man as if it were the first time she met him. His appearance was nothing extraordinary, but the current expression on his face perfectly demonstrated his fearlessness in facing the unknown future. ¡°Captain, we are nearing the shores!¡± The lookout perching on the mast yelled. ¡°Do I still have to tell you what to do next?¡± Jack looked up and stared at him. ¡°Take in the sail and slow her down!¡± Camilla looked toward the dock area and found there were red banners of different kinds everywhere, all of which read ¡°Welcome to Neverwinter.¡± Among the people who came to greet them, there were not only witches but also ordinary people. She even saw a column of children around 11 to 12 years old, each of them with a bouquet in their hands. The children were standing next to the trestle waiting for the witches¡¯ arrival. ¡°Such a marvelous reception.¡± The old captain whistled. ¡°Just for the way the King is greeting you, you should give him some more credit, right?¡± He then waved his arm at the busy sailors on the deck. ¡°Lads, get ready to dock. We¡¯ve arrived at Neverwinter!¡± Chapter 900 Chapter 900: The Witches From Afar (Part II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Is this really alright?¡± Wendy said quietly as she pointed to the ordinary people on the dock. ¡°I mean, we hired random people to greet the witches from Sleeping Island¡­ If the witches knew the truth, they surely wouldn¡¯t be pleased about it.¡± ¡°Are you able to find any residents who truly welcome their arrival?¡± Scroll asked in an equally low voice. ¡°¡­ No.¡± Wendy hesitated for a moment and shook her head. Indeed, it was hard to find even one or two residents who would welcome the witches from the bottom of their heart, let alone a group of them. Although citizens in Neverwinter had gradually started to accept the witches under Roland¡¯s influences, and some witches were even adored by the public, the immigrants from Sleeping Islands were strangers to them. It was basically impossible to ask people to stop their work and greet a group of witches they had never met. Without Kind Roland¡¯s presence, only the families of the First Army could be persuaded to do so. ¡°Therefore, there¡¯s nothing wrong with His Majesty¡¯s arrangement.¡± Scroll shrugged. ¡°All the expenses incurred in this welcoming has already been included in Neverwinter¡¯s budget, including the expenses for those big red bouquets, banners, and family greeting teams. If you don¡¯t use that part of the money, the other departments will. His Majesty originally planned to have the welcome reception on a much bigger scale than this.¡± ¡°Well, you might be right¡­¡± Wendy swiped at the non-existent sweat on her forehead. His Majesty had been extremely excited ever since Princess Tilly had told him that the witches on Sleeping Island were coming here. Apart from what Scroll had just mentioned, Roland had also listed many other welcome events on his memo, such as ceremonial parades, a musical, and fireworks. Had the news from Hill Fawkes not prompted Roland to carry out his war plan immediately, Roland would have hosted the ceremony himself, which undoubtedly would have made things even more jubilant and spectacular. Scroll said smilingly, ¡°That¡¯s why directly hiring people is the best option. We don¡¯t just recruit random guys. Those selected ones are all families with good city hall records. You don¡¯t need to worry.¡± She took a short pause and continued, ¡°The witches are coming. Go meet them, Ms. chief of the Union.¡± ¡°Scroll!¡± Wendy raised her voice, looking at the former reproachfully. Then she gave Princess Tilly a curt nod before walking up to the guests who came here all the way from the island. ¡°Nice to meet you!¡± As the two groups of witches met each other, Wendy opened her arms and greeted them with her most gentle voice while smiling. ¡°I¡¯m the superintendent of the Witch Union. Welcome to Neverwinter!¡± ¡­ According to the agreement, the witches from Sleeping Island were only considered as ordinary subjects of the Western Region and would not be under the management of the Witch Union. As such, Wendy decided to take them to the residential area first and have a rough head count so that the City Hall would know how much food to provide to the new group of witches. As for the subsequent tour and work schedules, she planned to discuss that with Lady Tilly only after everybody settled down. The construction of the residential area exclusively for the use of the witches from Sleeping Island had been completed two months before their arrival. It was located close to the Miracle Building and was named Sleeping Spell, the same name used by the Bounty Guild. Some of the witches gasped at the sight of the ¡°magnificent building¡± which was now six stories¡¯ high. They were especially impressed with the polished and glossy surface of the concrete. ¡°Are these real stones? Why do they look so smooth?¡± ¡°We¡¯re not going to be staying here, are we?¡± ¡°Stop dreaming. This must be the Lord¡¯s castle.¡± ¡°The view from the top floor must be breathtaking.¡± Seeing everyone was burning with curiosity, Wendy took this opportunity to make a brief introduction. ¡°The building is only half-complete at the moment. Once the construction is done, it will reach 55 meters, which is 180 feet and 5 inches. But His Majesty doesn¡¯t live here. His castle is only three stories¡¯ tall and is located in the center of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°That¡¯s so tall¡­ Aren¡¯t you afraid that it¡¯ll collapse one day?¡± someone questioned in surprise. Wendy smiled. ¡°His Majesty invented a special construction material that can convert fluid slimes to solid stones. This is simply a pilot project. He told us that we will be able to build architecture as tall as the mountains with this type of material. Of course, the whole project cannot be successfully completed without the help of the witches. In fact, this building is the result of the joint efforts of the witches and numerous construction workers. Am I right, Lotus?¡± ¡°Hey, did you really build this?¡± ¡°But isn¡¯t your ability elevating earth?¡± All the witches rested their eyes on Lotus. A little embarrassed, Lotus scratched her head and answered, ¡°I just build slopes for the workers. When they need to add another floor, I elevate the surrounding earth to create a platform next to the building to make it a bit more convenient for the construction workers.¡± ¡°Did¡­ they hate or show disgust at you because you¡¯re a witch?¡± As expected, someone raised the question that everybody was most concerned about. ¡°I haven¡¯t come across anyone like that yet. I think they¡¯ve already started to treat me like a normal person.¡± Lotus waved her hand. ¡°Sometimes, the workers will even share pancakes with me if I went to work early.¡± This was the exact effect Wendy desired to achieve. ¡°Perhaps a lot of you are still cautious of the people here and wonder how you¡¯ll be treated in the future. That¡¯s perfectly normal, after all, Neverwinter to you is a completely foreign city. I don¡¯t think I have to go on about the miseries that had fallen upon us witches over this past century. However, I assure you that you¡¯ll feel at home here, just like the city name endowed by His Majesty suggests. I understand that you aren¡¯t a member of the Witch Union, but please don¡¯t hesitate to ask me for help if you encounter any difficulties. No matter how small it seems to be, I¡¯m here for you.¡± ¡°Good job.¡± Scrolled gave Wendy a thumbs-up and whispered to her approvingly. ¡­ Wendy did not expect, however, that the first problem arose when she tried to gather the personal information of the witches. ¡°Why do you need such information?¡± A red-haired witch protested after Wendy distributed the forms. ¡°Didn¡¯t you agree not to force us to stay here? I just plan to stay here for a couple of days, so I don¡¯t think it¡¯s necessary.¡± ¡°Me too. Princess Tilly told us that we could leave Neverwinter whenever we wanted to. I want to go back to the Eastern Region right now.¡± ¡°Since the church is gone now, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s necessary to disclose our personal information. It¡¯ll put us in a very disadvantageous position if the information leaks to someone with malicious intent.¡± There were quite a few witches who opposed to registering their personal information. ¡°I knew it¡­ It¡¯s Azima and her little clique again.¡± Ashes knitted her brows. ¡°Azima?¡± Wendy asked in surprise. ¡°A witch organization from the Eastern Region. Sorry, they don¡¯t really acknowledge my leadership,¡± Tilly explained in a low voice. ¡°But they¡¯re at least much better than the Bloodfang Association.¡± Tilly turned to the red-haired witch and said, ¡°I understand that you yearn to return to the Eastern Region, but this is not a good time. Although the church has fallen from power, the public is still unfriendly to witches, not to mention those nobles. The situation is particularly bad in the Eastern Region. Before Roland officially retrieves that area, the attitude of people toward witches would not change much over there.¡± ¡°How do you know that if you haven¡¯t been there?¡± Azima persisted. ¡°Or maybe you¡¯re just favoring your brother?¡± ¡°Mind your attitude.¡± Ashes retorted coldly. ¡°Why? Are you going to pick a fight with me here, like you did to Heidi and Skyflare?¡± Wendy bit her lip. She did not foresee such a bitter confrontation, but she could not find a proper way to ease the tension between the two parties. Just at that moment, Scroll stepped forward. ¡°Mind if I ask you a few questions?¡± She asked. Chapter 901 Chapter 901: The Witches From Afar (Part III) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What do you want to know?¡± Azima said as she glanced at her. ¡°Scroll¡­¡± Wendy held her hand, looking pretty worried. If what Tilly said was true, these people did not come to Neverwinter voluntarily. Their visit was instead due to internal conflict among the witches from Sleeping Island. If this problem was not properly resolved, not only would the Witch Union be involved in the mess, but would also lose the newcomers¡¯ trust. The would have defeated the whole point of getting the new witches to come here. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Scroll raised one of her eyebrows and then turned to the witch who wanted to return to the Eastern Region. ¡°You miss your hometown, which means that you most likely weren¡¯t abandoned by your family. Like other refugees who fled to Sleeping Island, you were forced to leave the Eastern Region under the pressure of the church. Right?¡± ¡°So what?¡± Azima cut in. ¡°Let me tell you about the current state of the Eastern Region.¡± Ignoring the red-haired witch¡¯s provocation, Scroll replied indifferently, ¡°That area has not been fully recovered by the King ever since Garcia the Queen of Clearwater plundered Seawindshire and Valencia. The area was first devastated by the demonic plague spread by the church and was then ravaged by the army of Timothy. Farmlands in all surrounding areas are deserted, and people can¡¯t sustain themselves. Many of those people have become refugees.¡± The witch showed a troubled look but was not willing to relent. ¡°If we don¡¯t go take a look ourselves, who knows whether you¡¯re telling the truth?¡± ¡°Two years ago, His Majesty Roland started to take in those refugees. Now the population of Neverwinter has exceeded 100,000, 70% of which are from other cities, with the majority of them being refugees from the Eastern Region and the Southern Territory,¡± Scroll spoke calmly. ¡°Your family members are most likely amongst them. Can you tell me where you lived before? Name a town or a village, a specific landmark, or a local specialty.¡± ¡°Do you plan to find her family only with those clues? She wasn¡¯t born in a big city where each street and alley has its own name and where people in the same community knew each other!¡± Scroll did not reply to Azima but instead gently pushed her hair behind her ear. She looked on at that witch encouragingly like a teacher patiently waiting for an answer from her student in the class. ¡°My village¡­ didn¡¯t have a name,¡± after hesitating for quite a while, the witch answered in a low voice. ¡°There were no other villages nearby, and it was very far from Valencia, so far that if you want to sell wheat, you would have to sell them to a merchant traveling there at a meager price. This isn¡¯t official, but some people call the village ¡®Sixteen.''¡± ¡°Six¡­teen?¡± Wendy echoed involuntarily. ¡°Because when they returned from Valencia, it¡¯s the sixteenth village that they would pass by.¡± Scroll closed her eyes and asked slowly, ¡°Let me see¡­ There¡¯s a branch of Sanwan River winding behind that village, right?¡± ¡°There¡¯re numerous branches of Sanwan River in the Eastern Region.¡± Azima grunted. ¡°How can a village survive without a river to irrigate their farmlands?¡± ¡°But that branch is different.¡± Scroll waved her hand. ¡°It isn¡¯t wide nor deep enough for boats to pass, and even the riverbed would show in a dry season. That¡¯s why the villages nearby can¡¯t transport food and supplies by ship. But the branch converges into a huge lake at the sixteenth village, which will never dry up even if the river water dried up. Because of this, the wheat in the village always grows better than those in others. Am I right?¡± The witch¡¯s eyes were wide open. ¡°Have you been there?¡± ¡°I heard from somebody else,¡± Scroll answered after a short silence. ¡°The one who told me this is currently in Neverwinter, but he wasn¡¯t a resident of the Sixteenth Village.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°You should ask him yourself.¡± Scroll turned to the City Hall clerk responsible for the registration. ¡°Bring Watt here. His ID number is 0024578, and he¡¯s a furnace worker. He should be recycling slags in Zone 2 at the North Slope right now.¡± ¡°Yes, Ms. Scroll.¡± The clerk left to carry out her order. Half an hour later, the clerk and a ruddy man showed up in the residential area. ¡°I don¡¯t know him¡­¡± The witch studied him and shook her head, denying their acquaintance. ¡°What else do you have to say now?¡± Azima sneered. ¡°There¡¯re so many people in the whole Eastern Region. How can you just randomly pick one¡­¡± ¡°Ah, are¡­ are you Tillan¡¯s daughter?¡± The big man blurted out in excitement, paying no heed to Azima. ¡°Thank God, you¡¯re still alive and have grown into a big girl!¡± The witch was stunned. ¡°The ¡®Tillan¡¯ you¡¯re talking about¡­ Is she my mother?¡± ¡°Who else could I be talking about? You¡¯ve got her eyes. Especially for the mole underneath the corner of your eye, it¡¯s identical to your mother¡¯s!¡± Watt cried. ¡°But you¡¯re much prettier than your mother. Hold on, you don¡¯t remember me? Well, not that it¡¯s your fault. You were just a little girl when I left the village. When I returned, you weren¡¯t there anymore. She called you¡­ Little Orchid back then, right? Tillan loved to call you names after beautiful flowers.¡± ¡°That was just a nickname when I was little¡­¡± The witch was embarrassed. ¡°My name is now Doris.¡± ¡°I see. Well, that¡¯s a nice name, too. You know, when I dug trenches in the Sixteenth Village, people talked a lot about you. They all thought witches had abducted you, and¡­¡± As Watt rambled on, Wendy started to figure out what had happened gradually. The big ruddy man had been a resident of a neighboring village next to the Sixteenth Village. Based on the naming rule, his village should be called the Fifteenth Village. As the two villages were geographically close to each other, he had kept in touch with his neighbors. As he envied his neighbors for their water source, he had traveled to Valencia to learn trench digging. After he learned the skills, Watt had returned to his village and encouraged some villagers to help him expand the lake toward the Fifteenth village. He had thus lived in the Sixteenth Village for quite a long time because of this project. ¡°Are my parents and elder brother¡­ still living in the village?¡± Watt had apparently convinced Doris. After Watt finally finished, she asked hastily, ¡°Or they¡¯ve come to the Western Region with you?¡± At this moment, Scroll let out a short sigh. The sparks in the ruddy man¡¯s eyes seemed to fade out at that instant. He replied in a sorrowful tone, ¡°They didn¡¯t make it¡­ The second prince¡¯s army robbed our food stock. By the time we got to the king¡¯s city, starving and thirsty, a huge plague broke out. The nobles in the city shut us out, leaving us crying for help at the foot of the city wall. A large number of villagers from the nearby lands had died due to the nobles¡¯ selfishness. By the time His Majesty¡¯s rescue teams arrived, there were just a few that were still alive.¡± He paused for a second and said, ¡°Your family members¡­ weren¡¯t among them.¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Doris cupped her hand over her mouth. She stood transfixed for a moment before she started to sob uncontrollably. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, child.¡± Watt instantly panicked. He wanted to comfort her but did not know what to do. In the end, he came up to the girl and patted her on the head. ¡°Tillan called your name over and over again before she passed away. If she knew you were still alive and well, she would definitely be happy. So¡­ don¡¯t cry anymore, girl.¡± Doris bit her lips fiercely and nodded slightly but cried even harder after that. Chapter 902 Chapter 902: An Ominous Sign Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Upset with the sudden change in the situation, Azima looked to the side and stopped talking. The crowd was silent as Doris wept and wept. After Doris had finally calmed down, Scroll spoke up again. ¡°I believe many of you are just like her. You¡¯ve constantly been on the run and never had the chance to contact your families. Even if you found an opportunity to return, you would only find a hometown in ruins. This is why we want you to provide your personal information to the City Hall. With this information, we¡¯ll be able to send each one of you the latest news about your hometown once any of your fellow townsmen come to Neverwinter. Among those people may even be your relative.¡± ¡°Besides, City Hall has already sent staff to gather the refugees from all around Graycastle and to bring them back to Neverwinter. It¡¯ll be a long process, but eventually, the news will spread and more and more refugees will come to Neverwinter. It¡¯ll be easier for you to obtain information about your families if you stay here. Of course, if needed, the staff can concentrate their search on the areas around your hometowns. His Majesty is fully capable of doing that.¡± ¡°Are you serious?¡± Azima looked up and stared at Scroll. ¡°Are the big shots in the palace willing to help us find our families?¡± ¡°If your ¡®big shots¡¯ refers to City Hall officials, I¡¯m also one of the big shots,¡± Scroll said with her hands laid out. ¡°We run the city with a completely different system compared to the nobles. As long as you can pass the exam, even a witch can get involved in the administration and become an official of the kingdom.¡± These words stirred up a commotion in the crowd. ¡°As for the question you asked, the answer is yes,¡± Scroll then continued with her explanation. ¡°Neverwinter never intended to stop you from leaving here nor would we want to limit your freedom. But I do have to warn you against leaving Neverwinter right now. The war rages on and famine ravages the country. Numerous towns and cities were left deserted. Not only would traveling outside be very dangerous, but it would also likely be an unnecessary venture. His Majesty is currently leading the army to recover his country. When he unites Graycastle and restores order in all the four regions, you can then head out to wherever you wish.¡± Scroll paused and picked up the registration form again. ¡°So, do you still think it¡¯s not necessary to fill out these forms?¡± This time, no witch objected. ¡­ On the way back to the castle, Wendy could not help but exclaim, ¡°You were so brilliant, Scroll. I could hardly think of what to say during that moment. They must have been quite impressed by the Witch Union.¡± ¡°I just took advantage of my position,¡± said Scroll, with a smile. ¡°There were only 46 witches in the first batch. We¡¯ll be very busy for the next few days.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Wendy¡¯s voice sank to a whisper. ¡°What? Are you going to say you aren¡¯t suitable for the position of manager again?¡± Scroll stopped walking. ¡°You have to know that His Majesty chose you because¡ª¡± ¡°Because I¡¯ve some qualities that the others don¡¯t have, right?¡± Wendy chuckled. ¡°Rest assured. Since the last talk I had with His Majesty, I¡¯ve already made up my mind. I was just thinking about how to welcome the arriving witches. Back then, I never thought twice about accompanying my sisters to find the holy mountain no matter how harsh the journey got. Things are much better now, and if I keep saying such nonsense, I would truly feel unworthy of the Chaos Drinks that I stole from Nightingale.¡± ¡°Now that¡¯s more like it.¡± Scroll said, relieved. ¡°I almost forgot about the drinks until you mentioned them just now. I helped you a lot back there. Are you not going to buy me a drink for it?¡± ¡°How about tonight? I¡¯ll ask the kitchen to prepare some toasted mushrooms and fish fillets. Let¡¯s drink and hang out in my room, just like what we did the last time. If there aren¡¯t enough Chaos Drinks, we can borrow some from Nightingale. After all, she isn¡¯t here in the city right now; I can make it up to her later.¡± ¡°That¡¯s settled then,¡± Scroll said smilingly. ¡°By the way,¡± Wendy examined Scroll¡¯s forehead with a curious look. ¡°Do you really remember all the personal information of more than 100,000 citizens? Don¡¯t you get confused by all that information?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know how to describe it.¡± Scroll pondered for a moment. ¡°At the beginning, when I wanted to remember something, I had to recall it from the bottom of my memory. For example, if I wanted to look for a name, I needed to recall the date when this person registered and then the exact page in the registration book. It was very troublesome, and I would get a headache whenever I overthought. However, I found that the contents of my memory became more organized over time.¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± ¡°It¡¯s as if all the details are sorted through automatically¡­ and as soon as I start to recall something, I¡¯ll see all the relevant stuff right away.¡± Scroll paused for a minute and appeared to be weighing her words. ¡°And the strange thing is that I can read a lot of the related items at the same time, in detail. Maybe this is what they mean by practice makes perfect.¡± ¡°I see,¡± said Wendy, greatly impressed. ¡°His Majesty once said that a person¡¯s memory was far more powerful than we could imagine. I found it unbelievable at that time, but now I believe that it¡¯s no exaggeration.¡± ¡°Indeed, it¡¯s a wonderful feeling,¡± Scroll nodded and said. ¡°Now, whenever I begin to search inside my head, I¡¯ll feel omniscient. But I¡¯m not sure whether I¡¯m going to be able to remember everything after His Majesty unifies Graycastle and extends his new management system to all the domains.¡± Wendy was thrilled by this idea and thought, ¡°What does that mean? So if Scroll is still able to remember everything at that time, then all the people¡¯s life stories will be kept in her head. That means she¡¯ll be history itself.¡± When Wendy was about to say something, sounds of hurried footsteps came from behind them. ¡°Lady Wendy, I finally find you,¡± a young City Hall clerk bowed to the two witches and said. ¡°There¡¯s a guy who came to the hall and refused to leave. He insisted on meeting the head of the Witch Union. We¡¯ve told him that we¡¯d pass on his message, but he said that he has something he must tell you face to face.¡± ¡°Why did he come? What¡¯s his name?¡± Scroll knitted her eyebrows and asked. ¡°His name was Posack,¡± answered the clerk. ¡°He told us the reason, but we think he might be mistaken. He said that he¡¯d found a girl covered in blood when he was tending to the cattle. He thinks that she¡¯s a witch, but the girl was unconscious, so she couldn¡¯t respond to his questions. We¡¯ve checked the work plan for today and didn¡¯t find any witch scheduled to work out of town. Do you have any idea as to what this might be about?¡± ¡°Posack, he¡¯s a local man and has a good record. He¡¯s even among the first batch of students of the Agriculture class. I believe he doesn¡¯t mean to make trouble for the City Hall.¡± Scroll was puzzled and asked, ¡°Might the witch be Leaf?¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible. Under the protection of the Heart of Forest, no one can hurt her.¡± Wendy immediately denied Scroll¡¯s guess. Roland had decreed that all the new domains he seized this year should be sowed with Golden Twos. To fulfill this goal in time, he had asked Leaf to stay in the Misty Forest to continue cultivating the seeds instead of going to battle with the First Army. ¡°If some enemies were to break into the region of the Misty Forest that she controlled, we would have heard something about it. Don¡¯t forget that there are a group of workers responsible for carrying wheat seeds and also border guards monitoring the northern side of Neverwinter. If there was an attack, we should have heard the alarm by now.¡± ¡°So then he must be mistaken?¡± ¡°Anyways, let¡¯s meet the man first. We can still help the heavily wounded girl even if she¡¯s not a witch.¡± With that being said, Wendy felt a hint of anxiety in her heart. Am I forgetting something? Chapter 903 Chapter 903: ¡°The Demons Are Coming¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the city hall, the man named Posack was brought before Wendy and Scroll. He was approximately 40 years old and looked like a typical farmer: swarthy and burly. There was still some dry mud and grassroots stuck onto his trousers. ¡°I, I know you¡­¡± The man rubbed his wrinkled hands and looked a little nervous. He bowed to Scroll and said, ¡°You¡¯re the minister. My daughter learns how to read and write in your school. She¡¯s a really slow learner. I sincerely hope that you can bear with her faults.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be nervous,¡± Scroll laughed and patted his shoulder. ¡°I used to catch fish for living before I came here, but my harvest wasn¡¯t as steady as yours since the sea was too unpredictable. Furthermore, when it came to something like knowledge, it¡¯s never about a learner¡¯s background. No matter how clumsy the learner is, he or she will master the knowledge eventually given enough effort and time. Don¡¯t worry; your daughter will be able to graduate without issues.¡± Hearing that, Posack relaxed a lot and grinned. ¡°I¡¯ve given up my work on the farm for grazing in recent two years because His Majesty said the salary for the new industry will be higher.¡± With these words, he bowed to Wendy. ¡°You must be the manager of the Witch Union. I thought I didn¡¯t have the chance to meet you today.¡± Although Wendy was not as influential as Scroll among the ordinary people, she was still the head of the Witch Union, and thus had to make appearances at various major events. That combined with her bright red hair and thick body, it was not at all surprising for people to recognize Wendy. ¡°Call me Wendy. I heard that you claimed to have found a heavily wounded girl who was covered with blood. What makes you think that she¡¯s a witch?¡± ¡°Because¡­ an ordinary person can¡¯t have animals¡¯ body parts, right?¡± Posack scratched his head. ¡°At first, I thought it was a rag smeared with blood and planned to tear it down and throw it away, but this thing turned out to be connected to a girl. I took a second look and found that it was actually an animal tail!¡± An animal¡­ tail? Wendy felt her heart skip a beat! She suddenly recalled that a strange witch had come to Neverwinter more than two months ago, but she only knew her from Nightingale¡¯s description since this peculiar girl did not join the Witch Union or have any intimate contact with the sisters. She had a wolf¡¯s ears and a long tail, but surprisingly, His Majesty had praised that this weird half-animal was very pretty. Wendy now remembered about this strange incident that had repeatedly been mentioned by Nightingale. That strange witch is called Lorgar, and she¡¯s a princess of a tribe in the Southernmost Region. Could she be the girl Posack found? ¡°Where¡¯s she?¡± Wendy urgently asked. ¡°Take us to her right now!¡± ¡­ The farmer had not taken the injured girl home. He had left her in a temporary rest shed in the pastoral area. Seeing the Wolf Girl in blood-stained clothes lying motionlessly on the bench, Wendy¡¯s heart sank to the bottom. From the girl¡¯s currently disfigured and bloody ears, she was sure that this girl was Lorgar and wondered what in the world had happened to her. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was drenched in blood. Evidently, the wolf girl got herself injured more than just a few days ago. In some parts of her body, the blood had already dried up and turned into dark brown stains, while in some other parts, the blood was still dripping out of her wounds. They could not see her injuries directly for she was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, but anyone could easily tell that she was seriously hurt. ¡°My lady, she¡¯s a witch¡­ isn¡¯t she?¡± Posack asked. Wendy was too stunned to say anything, so Scroll replied, ¡°Yes, she¡¯s a witch. Your first-aid was done very nicely.¡± ¡°It¡¯s great to know that. His Majesty has said in an announcement that we¡¯re obliged to inform the City Hall if we were to find a witch.¡± Posack heaved a sigh of relief, but soon he expressed his worry. ¡°Can she¡­ still be saved?¡± Hearing this sentence, Wendy awoke with a start. She answered in a deep voice, ¡°I don¡¯t know, but we¡¯ll try our best. Scroll, please help me take care of her. I¡¯ll go to meet Her Highness Tilly!¡± ¡°Okay, leave her to me.¡± Neither Nana nor Lily was in the city, and Leaf¡¯s herbal medicine could only heal some minor injuries. Right now, receiving injuries this severe was no different from getting a death sentence. Fortunately, the first batch of witches from the Sleeping Island had just arrived at Neverwinter. Wendy thought that if that witch was here, she might be able to save the Wolf Girl! With that in her mind, she ran even faster. Every second counts. Although Lorgar was not an official member of the Witch Union, Wendy felt that the Wolf Girl was already somewhat related to the union because this girl must have received some divine guidance and thus came to this city. Wendy did not want to lose a sister again. ¡­ Three days later, Wendy walked into a bedroom carrying a basin of hot water that gave off a strong smell of medicine. ¡°How¡¯s her condition?¡± ¡°She¡¯s still alive, but other than that¡­¡± Ashes shook her head. ¡°Such serious injuries are way beyond what can be handled by her self-healing capacity, and it was a miracle that she even made it to the city. If she had not been that strong-willed, she would have died in the wilderness without anyone knowing about it.¡± When it came to treating wounds in the emergency, the Extraordinary was the most experienced one and thus took over taking care of the injured girl. She stripped off the Wolf Girl¡¯s bloodstained clothes for a general check-up. When the bandage was removed, all the witches were shocked by the injuries all over her body. Some cuts were so deep that one could see her bones. Cleaning her wounds alone cost them almost half a day. ¡°But you don¡¯t have to worry too much.¡± Ashes pointed to Nightfall who was lying in a bed nearby. ¡°Don¡¯t you notice that she looks a lot better than yesterday?¡± ¡°Do I?¡± Nightfall asked in a weak voice. ¡°How come I don¡¯t feel any better?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll have steamed chicken, fried eggs, salt-roasted Bird Beak Mushrooms, and a bottle of Chaos Drink for dinner tonight,¡± Ashes smirked and said. ¡°So, how are you feeling now?¡± Nightfall¡¯s mouth watered. ¡°Well¡­ Actually, I think I¡¯m feeling better now.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great, see?¡± Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Nightfall. ¡°Thanks a lot for helping us.¡± ¡°My pleasure,¡± Nightfall forced a smile. ¡°You guys helped Iffy. That means you¡¯ve helped us. Now, please just don¡¯t let this girl die, otherwise I¡­¡± ¡°We won¡¯t. You can rest assured.¡± Nightfall was the person Wendy had thought of earlier. This witch of the former Bloodfang Association had an incredible ability called Symbiosis. She could connect her own life to another one¡¯s by planting her magic seed in the person who would then become her Symbiont. Through this connection, she could share the Symbiont¡¯s pains and sufferings and thus helped the person recover faster. More importantly, half of the nutrition she got during a Symbiosis period could be absorbed by her Symbiont. Given that, this ability was currently their best option to keep a near-death person from dying. Roland had been unconscious and unable to drink or eat anything for months after the Battle of Souls against Zero, and the only reason he was still alive was due to Nightfall¡¯s help. But of course, Nightfall was not the only one who came to help the Wolf Girl. Her Highness Tilly had sent another witch called Pandora, the primary healer for the Sleeping Island witches, to stop Lorgar¡¯s internal and external bleeding, which had significantly reduced the pressure on the symbiosis. Pandora¡¯s ability had been proved to be very helpful during their campaign to crush the rebellious action of the Bloodfang Association. Leaf¡¯s herbal medicine also helped to keep the wounds from worsening. The Cleansing Water, which was stored in the castle¡¯s basement together with the ice blocks in case of an emergency, prevented any infection from getting out of hand. Everyone did their best to help. However, whether Lorgar could come back to life still depended on her willpower. Three days ago, they had sent Animal Messengers to the Northern Region. In the following days, they would have a difficult time waiting for information. Suddenly, Lorgar¡¯s finger flinched when Wendy was about to wipe her body. At first, Wendy was dumbfounded and believed that it might just be an illusion, but then she saw the Wolf Girl¡¯s lips tremble slightly. ¡°¡­¡± Lorgar appeared to be whispering something, but her voice was so feeble that her words were indistinguishable. Wendy¡¯s heart raced uncontrollably. She forced herself to calm down before she quickly bent forward and placed her ear close to Lorgar¡¯s mouth. This time, she was able to make out the girl¡¯s faint words. ¡°Demons¡­¡± She repeated the word. ¡°The demons are coming.¡± Chapter 904 Chapter 904: Battle Alert (First Half) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Vader would go out and patrol every time dusk came. Most of the time, he would circle Neverwinter with two or three of his subordinates. But sometimes, he would choose to head out alone¡ªin theory, he was already the chief of the police department and the third most authoritative person within the kingdom¡¯s Security Bureau, so he didn¡¯t need to do any patrols personally. But he continued to do so as he preferred to get himself involved in the field rather than doing paperwork in the office. He had already been in Neverwinter for a year and a half, and there were two things here that impressed him the most. The first was the exponential rate at which the city was expanding. It took him only half an hour to walk around Border Town when he first arrived, but now it would take him at least three times as long just to circle the city. That¡¯s not even including the harbor to the South and the farmlands to the east. Secondly, the law and order of Neverwinter could only be described as amazing. The most common crimes were theft and brawl, but they were also the most serious ones. Crimes such as homicide, robbery, kidnapping rarely happened. The security of Neverwinter had deteriorated before when there was a massive influx of refugees, but with the combined efforts of the police department and the Witch Union, the troublemakers were swiftly dealt with. His Majesty¡¯s promise on solving every single crime was not a bluff. In the face of Summer¡¯s retrospective ability and Vanilla¡¯s tracking ability, no criminal was able to escape the law. Due to the high risk and cost of crime, coupled with zero tolerance for Black Street Rats, Neverwinter¡¯s public security was able to experience a visible improvement. He insisted on his daily patrols as he wanted to feel this peace¡ªhe would feel an immense sense of pride and satisfaction whenever he saw the carefree passersby strolling around late at night and seeing the trusting look on their faces as they saluted to him. He was surprised himself that he could turn out to become a law enforcer respected by all instead of ending up a street thug that was condemned by the public. He had never experienced such a feeling when he was in the patrol team. Both of these jobs were designed for the same purpose. Even the procedure and the tasks were similar, yet they lead to entirely different results. The main difference would probably be the capabilities of the rulers. ¡°Chief, should I go with you?¡± he was greeted by Whistle who had just dispersed his troops outside the city hall. ¡°Oh? Are you not going to spend time with that lady today?¡± ¡°You¡­ even know about that,¡± Whistle¡¯s face suddenly began to turn red, ¡°Well¡­ it¡¯s not necessary to stay together every night.¡± Some of the passersby burst into laughter at his remark. ¡°Then you¡¯d better be careful, or else she will get stolen by someone else.¡± ¡°Shut¡­ shut up!¡± Vader shook his head with a smile. ¡± I¡¯ll be fine to patrol alone today. You should finish up and head home.¡± ¡°Well¡­ in that case, thanks, Chief!¡± Looking at Whistle¡¯s back as he went away excitedly, Vader became a little emotional. When he had first left Valencia, he was alone and had thought that he would spend the rest of his life in solitude. He did not expect that he would be able to accomplish so much in his life. He started to consider finding his significant other after buying an adjoining house for his father Cacusim and himself. Just as Vader was about to walk out of City Hall, a shrilling alarm suddenly went off in the city. ¡°Woo¡ªwoo¡ª¡± His face froze. The sound of this alarm was utterly different from the ones that were used before. It consisted of a crescendo that was in an endless repeat. It was the kind of sound that would not be forgotten when heard once¡ªit represented the highest level of alert that was not heard even in the Months of Demons. In fact, he had only rehearsed it during a drill, so this was the first time he had actually heard the alarm blare across the city. According to procedures, when the highest alarm sounded, Neverwinter would be placed under martial law. The city gates had to be all closed. The police would be responsible for clearing the streets, while the First Army would form a defensive perimeter. ¡°Cheif!¡± Whistle and the rest that were with him rushed out of the office. Vader turned around and saw that the entire City Hall was at a standstill. Everyone was so overwhelmed and stunned that they were frozen stiff on the spot. His Majesty is now leading the troops to recover the Kingdom of Graycastle, so this is definitely not a drill! Just what exactly had happened that would make the Garrison sound this alarm? Damn it, it just had to happen now when Neverwinter is at its most vulnerable! He gritted his teeth and shouted, ¡°Stop standing there! Hurry up and get into action! Whistle, recall everyone that¡¯s on vacation! Firehead, take the rest and follow me to the wall! Do what you did when we carried out the exercise. Do you understand?¡± Vader¡¯s thunderous voice not only awakened the police members from their daze, but it also shook the city hall officials into action. ¡°Yes, I understand!¡± The City Hall became busy instantly, but Vader was in no mood to bother about those officials. He rushed out of the castle area with a group of police. When he saw the confused residents on the street, Vader felt completely stressed out. Since this alarm system was only put into practice after the new year, it had not even gone through a citywide drill. Perhaps His Majesty did not expect such an emergency to happen so soon. But now that it did, it can only be considered as a careless mistake by the Garrison. If the decision were up to him, he would have sounded the regular alarm bell at the same time, as to evacuate the people wandering on the streets. But anyways, now was not the time to complain. Vader clapped his hands and made the surrounding residents focus their attention on him. ¡°Everyone listen up! Go home right now and stay indoors! This is an alarm of an enemy attack. I repeat! Everyone go back home now!¡± ¡°Go home immediately and don¡¯t stay here!¡± Firehead and the rest also started to follow his example and shouted out to warn everyone. Fortunately, the police department had the trust of the residents. Coupled with the fact that the administrative department had also gone through multiple drills with the routine alarms, everyone started to move to the residential quarters after hearing the warnings. In this manner, a group of people started to shout as they ran towards the city wall. The soldiers were everywhere on top of the city wall, and flags were flapping widely against the setting sun. The artilleries on the platform were readied and aimed towards the vast grassland in front, waiting to fire as soon as they see any slight movement. Witnessing this scene, Vader was able to calm down a little. As long as the First Army was around, no army can breach through this invincible defense line. This was a point proven battle after battle. The police quickly committed themselves to on-site security and ensured a minimal level of order¡­ But Vader was puzzled as to why while the highest level of alarm was sounding, the grasslands and jungles of the Western Region remained motionless. Where are the enemy? In the meantime, another group of people started quarreling in one of the meeting rooms at the Lord¡¯s castle. ¡°Because of an unknown witch¡¯s mumbling, you triggered the alarm of the highest level?¡± Barov looked at Wendy with an expression of disbelief. ¡°Do you know how much trouble and loss this will cause us? We don¡¯t even know whether this woman named Lorgar can be trusted. And if I¡¯m not mistaken, your only evidence is her sleep-talk! It¡¯s ridiculous to shut down half of Neverwinter only based on this! How do you expect me to explain this to His Majesty if we end up not being able to accomplish our previously assigned tasks?¡± Chapter 905 Chapter 905: Battle Alert (Second Half) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN According to His Majesty Roland¡¯s plan, the City Hall, the Security Bureau, the First Army, and the Witch Union were the four major organizations that constituted the administrative body of Graycastle. Except for the Security Bureau, for the other three organizations to take action, they would first have to get approval and support from the other departments. This set of rules was initially made to utilize the full potential of the kingdom. When His Majesty was around, hardly anything would go wrong. However, the problems would usually arise whenever when His Majesty was absent from Neverwinter; it was difficult for the three parties to reach consensus on any given topic in a short time. Hence, when Wendy heard ¡°demons are coming,¡± she thought the best course of action would be to sound the alarm first and ensure the safety of Neverwinter before going through the process of holding a meeting. It wasn¡¯t as if she didn¡¯t know how much trouble this would cause for the City Hall. There were wheat fields in the Misty Forest that produced hundreds of bags of Golden Two seeds every day. Those seeds need to be transported to the docks by workers before they can be shipped to the Northern Region, the Southern Territory and the other newly conquered territories of His Majesty. Also, the supply of timber, mushrooms, and fruits from the forests would be negatively affected. The livestock farming in the grassland pastures would also be stalled. Barov¡¯s scolding was not entirely uncalled for. Originally, the plan was to build a new city wall before the third Battle of Divine Will. This new wall would cover the north side of the City and encompass half of the grassland. They would form multiple layers of defense together with the existing walls, thus effectively improving the defense line of the Impassable Mountain Range. The ore smelting area and factory in the north of the city would then be much safer. The flow of resources from the forests and the North Slope Mine would not be cut off even after battle commences. But this plan was after all still, a plan. No one expected that news of the demons would come so soon. Compared with the financial and trade losses, Wendy made this decision out of caution. ¡°Are the demons not a good enough reason, mortal?¡± The curtains hanging down the walls of the conference room started to sway as El¡¯s voice resounded in everyone¡¯s mind. ¡°You cannot slack at all when dealing with the demons. They¡¯re no foolish demonic beasts. They won¡¯t wait for you to prepare before attacking¡ªI don¡¯t think you¡¯re aware of how terrifying our enemy is. That¡¯s a real pity. After witnessing your King¡¯s brilliance, I thought you common people have made significant progress over the past few hundred years.¡± As an ally in the fight against the demons, Taquila survivors and members of the Sleeping Spell naturally had the right to attend the meeting. Both Pasha and Tilly expressed their approval regarding Wendy¡¯s decision to sound the alarm of the highest level. Barov was so angry that he nearly laughed out of frustration. ¡°Yes. It is true that I do not know how scary these demons are because I¡¯ve never actually seen them myself. But are you saying that these guys can launch an attack out of thin air? You kept mentioning how we have to be well prepared for their attack, and that I agree with. However, the problem is that we can¡¯t even spot the enemy¡¯s shadow right now! There¡¯s the witch controlled Misty Forest to our west and the Watchtowers on the Impassable Mountain Range to our east. Between the two is a flat, coverless grassland. Any movements made by the enemy will be seen from miles away. Do we have to be even more cautious?¡± It was clear that the City Hall Director was wholeheartedly devoted to Neverwinter¡¯s expansion tasks that were entrusted to him by His Majesty himself. Wendy remembered that at the last meeting, Barov dared not even breathe loudly in front of the monstrous original carrier, yet now he even rebutted her directly. Not to mention the obvious sarcasm in his voice. ¡°I think it¡¯s necessary,¡± said Ashes. ¡°In fact, I was the one who suggested the idea to Wendy.¡± ¡°And what¡¯s your reason? Is it still because of the mumbo-jumbo of a half-asleep witch that came from who knows where?¡± Barov slammed his palm on the table. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that you believe her. If her words can actually be trusted, or if your relationship is that close, then why isn¡¯t she a member of the Witch Union yet?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not the reason. I judged the situation based on facts,¡± Ashes explained calmly, ¡°I have fought with her before, and I am aware of her capability. If it were just one or two hybrid demonic beasts, she wouldn¡¯t have ended up in such a dire situation. According to what we know, a Mad Demon without the support of the Demon Stone is about the same with a demonic hybrid in terms of combat prowess. Furthermore, even if Lorgar couldn¡¯t overpower them in a confrontation, she could have simply just turned into a wolf and escaped.¡± ¡°What exactly are you trying to say?¡± ¡°She most likely ran into more than ten demons. There must have also been a flying Devilbeast that could track her from the air that caused her to be so severely injured.¡± Ashes said matter-of-factly, ¡°Besides, we also found a map on her. If we are not mistaken, the characters on it were written there by Lightning. Although we don¡¯t know the details of her trip, one thing was certain: She had ventured out into the wasteland after she left Neverwinter. If there were suddenly so many demons in the Barbarian Land, then we¡¯d better start preparing to deal with whatever they are planning.¡± ¡°I also agree with this judgment.¡± Pasha¡¯s voice was much softer than El¡¯s. ¡°Distance means nothing to the Devilbeast. If they really wanted to attack Neverwinter, the news of their attack might still be on their way from the watchtowers when the Devilbeast has already landed in the city.¡± ¡°Not to mention that most people don¡¯t even know about the demons. If the enemy were to just drop into the city without any preparation on our side, the result would be catastrophic.¡± Tilly added and said, ¡°The alarm would at least give people the time to go back to their homes home and hide. This allows us to control the panic to a certain extent.¡± ¡°Uh, but¡­¡± Barov was at a loss for words. To him, compared to the first few people who voiced their opinions, the words of Princess Tilly certainly held more weight. It was not because she was the leader of the Sleeping Island witches, but it was due to her being part of the Wimbledon family. As she was a member of the royal family and the sister of the ruling king, the City Hall Director naturally had second thoughts about blatantly refuting her words. He turned toward the head of the First Army garrison, who was a quiet, middle-aged hunter, trying to pull someone to his side. But the man remained silent and just stared straight ahead as if he was not paying any attention to the argument. Seeing the atmosphere tense up, Wendy took a deep breath and stood up. ¡°I¡¯ve already sent the message to the Northern Region, so His Majesty should be informed about Neverwinter¡¯s current situation and issue countermeasures soon. Lorgar could also wake up any moment now. So I hope the Director can stop worrying so much¡ªas long as we gain a clearer picture of what¡¯s happening, we can easily call off the martial law. But before that, everyone should still be more cautious.¡± She paused and said, ¡°As for the tasks set out by His Majesty beforehand, we can make it up through other means.¡± Barov frowned and asked, ¡°Such as?¡± ¡°We might be able to use the devouring worm to transport the wheat. All the Neverwinter workers would have to do to is transport the wheat from the Misty Forest to the Third Border City.¡± Wendy looked at the Taquila survivors in the light curtain and said, ¡°This way, the wheat can still be loaded onto the transport ships even without having the workers leave the perimeter of the city.¡± ¡°What?¡± El was displeased and said, ¡°We¡¯re soldiers, not porters.¡± ¡°But as allies, this is something we can do.¡± Pasha stretched out her tentacles and curled them around El¡¯s body¡ªalthough El did not appear to have a mouth at all. Wendy nodded thankfully and said, ¡°Livestock can be transferred in the same way, and since Honey has a lot of control over animals, we don¡¯t have to worry about them being scared by Fran. The Western Region has an abundance of grasslands, and the lands along the shores of the Redwater River can be used as temporary pastures.¡± Barov¡¯s expression still did not look satisfied, but his frown had loosened up a bit. ¡°I know these measures can¡¯t completely erase the damage caused by imposing martial law, but right now, Neverwinter¡¯s safety is our utmost priority.¡± Wendy knew perfectly well that it would not be enough to rely on tenderness if she did not want to let His Majesty down and carry out her role as head of the Witch Union¡­ She must step up and become a person that people can rely on. ¡°If there are any losses caused by this decision, I¡¯m willing to take full responsibility!¡± Chapter 906 Chapter 906: Unveiling The Mystery (Part ¢ñ) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the following week, the atmosphere within the castle was incredibly tense. Hour-long meetings were held every day, during which all the ministers from each department would come to report and discuss the current situation. ¡°So? Are you still unable to find a trace of the demons?¡± Barov sipped his tea as he glanced at the people around the table. He looked much more relaxed than he had been a couple of days ago. Wendy¡¯s promise to take full responsibility for her action seemed to have lifted a heavy burden off his mind. Either that or the smooth implementation of the plan for transporting the Golden Twos likely relieved some of his stress. ¡°The first army¡¯s lookouts have already expanded their surveillance range to the edge of the grassland, but they still couldn¡¯t find anything,¡± the garrison leader replied concisely.¡± Further north lies the Barbarian Land which is covered by a dense forest. Without sufficient supplies, it would be tough to expand our perimeter any further.¡± ¡°And that¡¯s all you can do, common people. You¡¯ll probably die to the insects living in the forests before you even get a chance to see the demons.¡± Alethea seemed keen on scoffing at the people of Neverwinter at every chance she got. ¡°Just leave it to us. A team of ten God¡¯s Punishment Witches has already gone 15km into the Fertile Plains and set up a small outpost at the Pearl Lake.¡± ¡°The Pearl Lake?¡± Wendy asked. ¡°It¡¯s marked with a lot of bird¡¯s nest on the Wolf Girl¡¯s map. The place was once full of lakes and springs, but now most of it has already turned into a swamp.¡± ¡°There shouldn¡¯t be any dangers, right?¡± ¡°Rest assured. When it comes to fighting demons, we¡¯re far more experienced than you people. Any God¡¯s Punishment Witch can deal with three to four Mad Demons at the same time. With five witches as a team, they would have no problem wiping out a small demon patrol,¡± Alethea said confidently. ¡°Of course, if the Wolf Girl did run into a patrol team, then I¡¯m afraid that the enemy¡¯s main force is most likely already closing in on us.¡± ¡°Are they incapable of acting alone?¡± Barov asked out of curiosity. ¡°Due to their reliance on the Red Mist, it¡¯s impossible for the demons to stray too far away from their supply line,¡± Pasha explained. ¡°After all, demons can¡¯t move around freely like human beings who only need to breathe in air.¡± ¡°Well then¡­ As the enemy is still quite far away from Neverwinter, why can¡¯t we call off the alert now? ¡°Unless we can set up a web of sentry posts around Neverwinter, we won¡¯t be able to fully eliminate the possibility of the enemy sneaking into the city.¡± ¡°But even then, the sentry posts would mean little to us,¡± another Senior Witch added. ¡°Without enough Sigils of Listening, the sentries won¡¯t have enough time to send back the warning even if they were to catch sight of the Devilbeasts.¡± The extreme environment of the Barbarian Land formed an invisible barrier which barred any news from going through in time. It was as if a layer of mist shrouded the whole area to the Northwest of Neverwinter, and all they could do was to search for tiny clues in the wilderness. When Wendy realized this fact, she could not help but sigh in her heart. Lorgar¡¯s news truly came at a bad time. If His Majesty had not left for the expedition, it would have taken only a day or two for Sylvie, Lightning, Maggie, and Nightingale to scout out the current situation of the entire Northern side of the Impassable Mountain Range. My own ability isn¡¯t particularly helpful in this kind of situation. Suddenly, Tilly asked, ¡°Mr. Director, you may feel that I¡¯m being nosy, but could you please tell me how the people of the city has reacted to the situation these past few days? Were they scared or panicked? ¡°That will be my pleasure, Your Highness.¡± Barov hastened to put down his teacup and bow to Princess Tilly with a hand on his chest. ¡°Everything in the city is within the control of City Hall. Recently, our clerks have received lots of inquiries, but most people just want to know where the enemy is and whether the First Army needs help. So the news has heightened our people¡¯s morale rather than stressing them out, even the productivity of the night shift has significantly improved. Please rest assured. No one blames the Sleeping Island witches for the coming demons.¡± ¡°Well¡­ That¡¯s good then.¡± ¡°Of course, we¡¯ve also received some complaints about the price increases for Bird Beak Mushrooms and pinecones.¡± City Hall Director eyed Wendy blankly. ¡°If we don¡¯t cancel the alert in time, the prices of eggs will also begin to skyrocket¡± ¡°Let¡¯s put aside those matters for now. I think we need to raise the awareness about demons as soon as possible. Since the demons are completely different from all our previous enemies,¡± Tilly said worriedly. ¡°If someone takes this chance to stir up troubles and stigmatizes the witches as Devil¡¯s minions again, the trust between the common people and the witches will be destroyed.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± Barov hesitated. ¡°I have to consult His Majesty about this matter.¡± ¡°So let¡¯s write it down in today¡¯s report.¡± Tilly looked at Wendy. ¡°Understood.¡± Wendy nodded. When she was about to summarize all the reports today, a burst of rapid footsteps interrupted the silence in the conference hall. They heard Ring¡¯s voice before seeing her. ¡°La-Lady Wendy, the Wolf Girl woke up!¡± ¡°What?¡± Everyone stood up in surprise. Wendy could hardly wait to meet the girl and said, ¡°I¡¯m coming right now.¡± ¡°Ahem, I¡¯ll also go to have a look¡ª¡± Barov was about to follow, but Ashes stopped him. ¡°That¡¯s a girl¡¯s bedroom you¡¯re talking about. I think it would be better if you just stayed here and waited for our news.¡± ¡­ The moment Wendy entered the room, she saw that Lorgar was struggling to get up from the bed, and beads of sweat were welling up on her forehead. She looked pale. Her broken ears drooped, and her hair seemed dry and dull. ¡°I can¡¯t believe it¡­ I¡¯m still alive.¡± She panted and then turned her head to look at the crowd pouring into the room. ¡°How long have I been unconscious?¡± ¡°Ten days have passed since we found you.¡± Wendy gently pressed her back into the bed. ¡°Don¡¯t move. Your limbs, bones, and even inner organs have suffered severe injuries. Ten days isn¡¯t enough for them to recover. You survive these days because of Nightfall¡¯s Seed of Symbiosis, but you still ought to stay in bed and rest before Nana comes back.¡± After knowing the use of Seed of Symbiosis, Lorgar slightly inclined her head to greet Nightfall who was lying in a bed nearby and said, ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright.¡± Nightfall shrugged her shoulders, trying to appear casual. ¡°And I think it¡¯s quite good to be able to lie in bed and have Chaos Drinks every day.¡± ¡°What exactly did you meet in the depths of the Barbarian Land?¡± Ashes asked in a deep voice. ¡°You¡¯ve mentioned demons many times in your sleep.¡± ¡°Yes, I did encounter demons¡­ many of them.¡± Lorgar closed her eyes to recall what had happened. ¡°At first, I met two demons by themselves when I was chasing a hybrid demonic beast. They might¡¯ve been scouts, or perhaps they were just out hunting for some demonic beasts.¡± She took a deep breath. ¡°I managed to kill them both, but I never expected that these two demons are but droplets in the vast ocean when compared to the army of demons that I spotted soon after. Countless demons swarmed the Taquila ruins, and among them were several colossal monsters.¡± Hearing the Wolf Girl¡¯s description, all the people in the bedroom fell silent. Chapter 907 Chapter 907: Unveiling The Mystery (Part ¢ò) Translator: TransN_ Editor: Meh Roland and Lightning had once told Lorgar that if an opponent was too strong for her to take on alone, it would be better to withdraw and report the news back to Neverwinter as soon as possible. Lorgar always kept this in mind. When she discovered the demon army, she decided to return to the Neverwinter immediately. After all, she had already proven herself in her previous battles, and she knew that she would have plenty more chances to fight against these demons once they invaded Neverwinter. Despite having made that decision, Lorgar did not leave the vicinity immediately and instead decided to scout out the movements of the demons from a higher vantage point. She did not want to embarrass herself by telling everyone in the city that she fled at the sight of the demon army. Lorgar thought that if she were able to bring back more information about the demons, then even the great chief would owe her a huge favor. All this time, she had been trying to prove herself and gain the great chief¡¯s recognition rather than his apology. It did not matter whether his words that day were out of genuine concern or just mockery. Simply put, for the Wolf Girl, this was about her honor. But for the entire Wildflame clan, this would significantly improve their status in the great chief¡¯s heart. That was why she chose to stay in this dangerous place. Of course, she would never tell the witches what went through her mind as she did this. She would simply tell them that she was just curious. She began to describe her experience to the witches. ¡°I quickly found an abandoned stone tower that was covered by moss and vines near the ruins of Taquila. Half of the tower had already crumbled down, but it was still the best spot in the area for me as a vantage point.¡± ¡°To be able to transform and run away any minute in case of an emergency, I took off my clothes and stored them in my backpack. I wrapped myself in a cloak and climbed up to the top of the tower.¡± ¡°As I reached the top, I happened to find an opening in the tower walls that was covered by vines. This was a perfect hiding spot for me, as many Devilbeasts flew over my position without spotting me.¡± ¡°Only then, I was finally able to get a clear picture of the massive beasts.¡± ¡°Those are actually not living creatures!¡± ¡°They¡¯re not¡­ alive?¡± Much surprised, Wendy could not help but interrupt. ¡°I think so,¡± Lorgar said in a low voice. ¡°Those monsters didn¡¯t seem to have any characteristics of a living creature. They were more like¡­¡± ¡°Like what?¡± ¡°Like the iron bridge that your people built over the Redwater River.¡± The witches looked at each other in bewilderment. ¡°A bridge?¡± ¡°I also couldn¡¯t believe it back then, but that¡¯s how they look like.¡± Lorgar coughed twice weakly. ¡°Those monsters had straight backs which looked like the deck of a bridge. On either side of its torso, there were two long legs which resemble the pillars that support the bridge. However¡­ neither its torso nor its limbs were covered by flesh. I was able to see right through its body with the empty gaps between its bones and metal pieces.¡± Wendy gasped in fright. A walking steel bridge? Is this a new invention of the demons? After resting for a short while, Lorgar continued, ¡°Each skeleton monster is nearly 30 meters tall with many demons secured to the top of it. From a distance, it looked as if insect eggs covered its surface. A huge sack hanged on one side of its abdomen, and it looked like some inner organ that had fallen out of its body. l could see it pulsating with a dark red mist surging under the skin.¡± She clenched her fist and then gently placed it on her chest. ¡°By the name of Three Gods, those monsters looked like evil incarnate.¡± Ashes frowned, ¡°¡­ and then?¡± ¡°These monsters laid down by the ruins, and hundreds of tubes came out of the sack and inserted themselves into the ground. Within seconds, all the soil surrounding them turned into dark brown clods and the weeds and trees around withered, as if life was somehow drained out of them. After that, most of the demons sank into the ground, leaving only a couple hundred of Mad Demons and a dozen of Devilbeasts in the ruins. I guess they were responsible for some scouting or patrolling tasks.¡± ¡°Have you ever seen a demon which has countless eyes and tentacles? It usually stays at a higher place; it looks like a wiggling blob at first glance.¡± Wendy asked while noting down the Wolf Girl¡¯s description. ¡°Do you mean a Multi-eyed Demon?¡± Lorgar shook her head. ¡°Lightning mentioned this dangerous monster to me, but I didn¡¯t find anything like it in the Army of Demons.¡± ¡°So how did you get hurt?¡± ¡°I underestimated the enemies.¡± Lorgar looked a little depressed. ¡°I hid at the top of the tower for three days. Many Devilbeasts flew across this area during this period, but it seemed that none of them were seriously patrolling the place. When I heard a Mad Demon blowing a horn, I thought it wouldn¡¯t attract the attention of the main force, but when I started to run away, I found that several squads of demons had already been lying in wait nearby for me.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ Do you mean they ambushed you?¡± Nightfall asked, surprised. ¡°How come the demons were able to make this kind of arrangement? You guys said before that they were nothing but strong, simple-minded beasts?¡± ¡°The demons from the lowest rank are indeed stupid beasts, but once they get a commander, the situation will be different,¡± Tilly said in a low voice. ¡°There must have been a senior demon among the enemies that besieged Lorgar.¡± ¡°In the face of an unknown enemy, no one can come up with a perfect battle tactic,¡± Ashes patted the Wolf Girl¡¯s shoulder. ¡°You were able to escape from such a formidable enemy and return to Neverwinter alive. That in itself is already an impressive achievement.¡± This was the first time Wendy had heard such a compliment from the Extraordinary. ¡°Maybe. Fortunately¡­ the senior demon didn¡¯t come to capture me personally.¡± Lorgar forced a weak smile. ¡°Immediately after I knew that I was spotted, I transformed into a wolf and tried to escape under the cover of the night. During the pursuit, their spear throwers were unable to hit me in the darkness. I don¡¯t know how many enemies were after me at that time, but some Devilbeasts were always hovering over my position.¡± ¡°You, You killed all the demons chasing you?¡± Tilly asked confusedly. Hearing that, Wendy also began to wonder. If Lorgar couldn¡¯t get rid of the enemies besieging her, she would remain in a passive position under attack. The fact that she had suffered severe injuries also proved this point. It seems that she was in quite a desperate situation. ¡°No¡­ they gave up hunting me,¡± Lorgar replied. ¡°I don¡¯t understand why¡­ If they had chosen to run after me for another day, I would have died from exhaustion. But surprisingly, they all just suddenly withdrew.¡± ¡°Red Mist!¡± Tilly quickly responded. ¡°They must have been afraid of wastefully using up the Red Mist that they brought with them. Do you remember the place where they started to retreat?¡± Lorgar thought for a moment while rubbing her forehead. ¡°It¡¯s probably about 2,500 or 3,000 meters away from the grassland.¡± ¡°Where¡¯s the map? Give me a map quickly.¡± Seeing Tilly measuring distances on a map, Wendy gradually realized what the skeleton monsters mentioned by Lorgar might be. She thought of the church¡¯s Siege Beasts and guessed that the skeleton monsters were possibly also some machine driven by magic power, which was used to transport Red Mist. If that was the case, everything in Lorgar¡¯s description would make sense. The demons sinking into the ground and the soil polluted by Red Mist was just like the scene in the Devil¡¯s Town behind the snow mountain. ¡°According to Lorgar¡¯s report, the Devilbeasts that set out from the Taquila ruins could only make it to the edge of the Barbarian Land. Does this mean that Neverwinter is still safe?¡± Wendy wondered. After recounting her experience to the witches, Lorgar was exhausted and some blood began to leak out of her wounds and had stained her bandage once more. Seeing this, Wendy comforted the Wolf Girl and asked her to take some rest before Nana¡¯s return. After that, she led the witches out of the bedroom and gently closed the door behind them. Chapter 908 Chapter 908: A Bloody Road Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Back in the meeting room, Wendy read out the newly acquired intelligence from the beginning. However, El rudely interrupted her when she started to talk about the safety measures. ¡°There is no such thing as a safe distance when it comes to the demons¡ªTaquila paid a heavy price before realizing this, and it would be extremely risky to use the Red Mist¡¯s consumption area to plan for the war zone. For instance, Devilbeasts are capable of carrying multiple gas tanks, thus extending their attack range, Or they could bury a batch of gas tanks in advance and then replace them as they marched. Naturally, the most direct measure would be to build outposts and use them as links to extend the attacking range. Fighting to gain control of these outposts will be crucial in the Battle of Divine Will. Unfortunately, it will be tough to find all the hidden sentry posts in the vast plains. Never forget that the demons are always more cunning than you can ever comprehend.¡± Wendy could not help but imagine the scene El had described: the overwhelming army of demons would be launching fierce head-on attacks while at the same time setting up outposts everywhere to store their Red mist. If they succeed, the whole area would be quickly overrun by an endless horde of demons. This would have had cut off the communication and transportation of resources within the old Union¡¯s territories, which in turn would also endanger the surrounding areas. It would be like a stone rolling down a slope; the more land they lose, the harder it would be to resist the demons. In the end, they would no longer be capable of fighting back. ¡°In your opinion, what are the chances of them attacking Neverwinter city?¡± Tilly asked calmly. ¡°I must say that you are fortunate¡ªor rather we are all very fortunate,¡± El said while stretching her tentacles. ¡°even though we can¡¯t use the Red mist to determine the enemy¡¯s attacking range, at least we can determine their intentions through it. I don¡¯t think the demons are likely to launch a large-scale attack on Neverwinter city in the immediate future¡± ¡°Could you elaborate?¡± ¡°The Red mist.¡± The ancient witch nodded its blob head, ¡°Any movements the demons make are based on their supply of the Red Mist. The fact that they went underground and left only their patrol team above ground instead of building a camp means that there aren¡¯t enough resources for them to use. Even if there were attacks at the border, it would probably only consist of a few small skirmishes. Of course, whether or not this situation will change in the future will have to depend on whatever happens from now on.¡± Tilly shifted her gaze to Pasha. ¡°El¡¯s judgment is credible,¡± said the latter while shaking her main tentacles. ¡°during the days of the Union, she led a small platoon of the Blessed Army and successfully attacked the Devil¡¯s Town multiple times¡­ but her temper is rather bad.¡± ¡°My patience is only used on things that are worth worrying over,¡± El said bluntly. ¡°Compared to the Devilbeast¡¯s long-range sneak attacks, I¡¯m more concerned about those new war machines.¡± ¡°I would like to ask¡­ how did the demons transport Red mist before?¡± Barov finally found a chance to talk. ¡°Pretty much in the same way we would transport our supplies,¡± Pasha sighed, ¡°with low-level demons, carts, enslaved demonic hybrids or transformed Siege Beasts. The time they require to prepare for war is also close to that of ours. Everytime a battle was about to start, one could see dozens of red mist supply lines running across the entire Fertile Plains.¡± ¡°To stop the transportation of the Red mist, everyone including the Blessed Army, the combat witches, and the common troops would have to go all-out. When we had to face a well-guarded Red Mist transport platoon, the blood of our soldiers would dye the whole plains red. As a result, those red mist supply lines were both the demons¡¯ and our troops¡¯ line of life-or-death.¡± El added. Everyone in the room was a bit startled by those words. Even though they have not officially fought against the Demon army yet, everyone could already feel the pressure that this fierce race had put on humanity 400 years ago. Under the guidance of His Majesty Roland, even Wendy could understand the importance of logistics. Transportation of supplies was undoubtedly a measure of an army¡¯s capability in sustaining itself. Suppose the demons did have the ability to construct such a large vehicle to transport Red mist. This would mean that they would be able to provide large quantities of supplies for the front-lines without expanding too many forces. Fewer supply lines would mean that there would be a higher concentration of troops guarding the transport teams. Perhaps the scene that Lorgar saw would become standard for the demons¡¯ inevitable march. If it weren¡¯t for Roland Wimbledon, she really would have no idea how the third Battle of Divine Will was to be fought. It was clear that the demons have changed dramatically. There are now Senior demons who can move around independently; not to mention the appearance of the gigantic skeleton monsters. Other than Neverwinter city, the rest of the human kingdoms¡¯ strength was probably even weaker than during the Union¡¯s time. She did not even dare to imagine a scene where those noble knights would charge into the sea of demons. ¡°All in all, the current situation does not completely refute our previous assumptions¡ªonly the time was misjudged.¡± Aware of the fact that overemphasizing the hardships of war was probably not good for morale, El coughed twice and changed the subject. ¡°The BlackRock spire, which can produce Red mist, needs to be built on the God¡¯s Stone mineral veins. So it¡¯s not surprising that the enemy chose to capture the ruins of the Holy City. After all, Taquila is now the easternmost God¡¯s Stone mining place on the Fertile Plains. Once the demons construct the spire, the range of the Red mist will directly cover the Impassable Mountain Range. At that time, any resistance will be futile.¡± No one could object to the fact that if the demons were no longer restricted in their movements, they would be able to launch attacks from any direction. And their flying Devilbeasts were much more flexible than the hydrogen balloon. It would be highly possible to get attacked by them if one left the city area¡­ In a situation like this, it would be unlikely for humans to be able to resist for more than a couple years and in the end, they would be annihilated. Though Wendy was not very familiar with the intricacies of war, she still had participated in these kinds of meetings multiple times. She knew that both His Majesty Roland and the Church of Hermes were adamant in stopping the demons¡¯ plan to occupy the Taquila ruins. It seems like the three parties were in agreement on this point. ¡°Fortunately, the demons have exposed their intentions prematurely, and considering how the Bloody Moon won¡¯t appear for another 3-5 years, we can still prepare ourselves to the fullest before launching a decisive attack.¡± El continued. ¡°Even if we fail, the nearest Blackrock spire to the demons is in the Fertile Plains, which is hundreds of miles north of the Dragonspine Mountains. So in terms of supply lines, they don¡¯t have any advantage over us. But anyways, one thing is certain. War is now upon us.¡± Wendy suddenly felt that her shoulders had become a lot heavier. ¡°Wait, wait¡­¡± Barov suddenly shouted. ¡°How you decide to fight the demons does not concern me. However, we can¡¯t keep the gates closed forever, right? Since we now know that the Army of Demons is still far from Neverwinter city and that they won¡¯t attack us for the time being, shouldn¡¯t we call off the alert and get those farms back up and running?¡± ¡°I believe that Neverwinter requires a more reliable alarm system,¡± the head of the garrison followed up, ¡°His Majesty mentioned before that establishing a deeper defensive line would allow a higher margin of error when it came to the alarms. I was wondering if it¡¯s possible to ask Miss Lotus to construct a few Beacon Towers along the plains. Of course, it would be even better if we utilized what His Excellency Carter had mentioned: a communication tool that can connect dozens of miles instantaneously. This way, the City Hall¡¯s work wouldn¡¯t be delayed.¡± The first option was easy but the second required both Anna and Roland since nobody knew how to actualize it. Also, delivering news through beacons may not be necessarily faster than a Devilbeast ambush. Wendy hesitated for a moment but before she could reply, Pasha¡¯s voice sounded in their heads. ¡°Leave this to us.¡± ¡°Hmm? What do you plan to do?¡± Ashes raised her eyebrows. ¡°Since we already know the location of the demons¡¯ camp, it makes things a lot simpler,¡± Pasha stretched out her tentacle and showed it in the light curtain, ¡°through this, we can create a complete surveillance system to watch the demons, similar to a light curtain.¡± In her tentacle, there was a Five-Colored Stone. Wendy immediately remembered what No. 76 Phyllis had done before. ¡°Do you plan to use it to locate the phantom instrument?¡± ¡°Exactly, once shattered, the magic core will unfold the light curtain in the corresponding position. But the number of these magic stones are limited. Each time we use one of them their number will decrease. At the same time, they are also essential in finding the keys of the Chosen One. Therefore, I will only be able to use it in extremely important situations.¡± ¡°But¡ª¡± she instantly thought of another problem, ¡°this requires someone to get close to the Taquila ruins, correct? But the demons have already¡­¡± ¡°Rest assured. There is no need for you to worry. Since it¡¯s our idea, we will be the ones executing it.¡± El said. ¡°Taquila would never do something as cowardly as proposing a plan only to have others execute it. This is but a small matter. All God¡¯s Punishment Witches are prepared to sacrifice themselves.¡ª¡± ¡°But it¡¯s still the best if you do not have to sacrifice yourselves,¡± Tilly interrupted the other side with a smile. ¡°Leave the task of placing the Magic Stone to the Sleeping Spell. Though their fighting capacity is limited, they do possess a variety of skills. Also, being the newcomers in the Western Region, they must also contribute in order to gain everyone¡¯s approval, isn¡¯t that right?¡± Chapter 909 Chapter 909: A Problem in Dreamland (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Majesty¡­ Roland?¡± The voice was soft and distant. It wasn¡¯t until Roland felt a tickling sensation around his ear that he suddenly realized someone was calling his name. ¡°You spaced-out again.¡± Nightingale leaned dramatically on the long table, looking right into Roland¡¯s eyes. She held her chin in her hand, with her head slightly lopsided, and one pale index finger was swaying from side to side. It was obvious that she had used that finger to fiddle with Roland¡¯s ear. ¡°Um¡­ really?¡± Roland cleared his throat, pretending that he was reading the statistical report that had just come in. ¡°Probably because of the warm weather today. It makes me doze off easily.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t the first time to you started daydreaming.¡± Nightingale walked back to the recliner on the other side of the tent. ¡°Ever since you came back from Reflection Church, you¡¯ve constantly been in a daze. Has anything happened?¡± Roland was about to deny what she had said, but the words got caught in his throat. He knew Nightingale could tell lies from truth, and he could not continue to deceive himself either. Even though it had been almost a week; he still could not understand what was going on. ¡°I did find something wrong¡­ But the whole thing is so creepy and weird that I don¡¯t know where to start.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to tell me if you don¡¯t want to.¡± Nightingale stared at the sky above, her hands behind her head. ¡°I¡¯m not as smart as you anyway. Even if you were to tell me, I wouldn¡¯t be of much help. Perhaps Anna would be more useful in this area¡­¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t told her either.¡± Roland shook his head, forcing a smile. ¡°Oh¡­ is that so?¡± Nightingale turned over immediately. ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s so bizarre that I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s beyond the scope of my understanding,¡± Roland said flatly. ¡°As much as I hate to admit, it doesn¡¯t affect anything. In other words, this is completely personal. Telling her wouldn¡¯t help any, it would only make her worry.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Nightingale blinked as if sudden enlightenment had struck her. Roland, however, knew she did not understand anything but just thought the whole idea cool. ¡°Don¡¯t tell her that I frequently daydream.¡± Roland reminded Nightingale. ¡°This is something nobody else can solve.¡± ¡°Of course!¡± Nightingale¡¯s face somehow lighted up. She patted her chest, produced a slice of grilled fish from the sack and shoved it into her mouth, looking quite satisfied. After obtaining Nightingale¡¯s promise, Roland sighed internally. The data on the statistical report did not make any sense to him, What Roland had seen in the secret chamber of the church cluttered his mind. Why would a legendary figure appear at the early stage of the foundation of the Union? From her portrait, it seemed that she had existed even before the Union age. Roland had later made inquiries to Isabella, Agatha, and Phyllis, but none of them had given him a definite answer. It was such a dim and distant past that nobody could tell who the person in the picture was. They could only conjecture that she had, at one time, been prominent. Roland used to think that there were only two types of people in the Dream World. One was those defeated by Zero, whose souls were permanently bound to the Building of Souls but who still more or less maintained a feeble connection with the real world. The most typical features of them were the astonishing resemblance of their physical appearances and the memory fragments in their rooms. The other type were fictitious characters who came out of thin air directly from the Dream World. They were fabrications of his imagination and the Dream World itself. Roland was now not sure about his theory, however. Isabella told him that, according to her service records during the time she had served the Pope, Zero should be between 200 to 250 years old. Therefore, it seemed impossible for Zero, the pure witch who never aged, to ¡°imprison¡± a person living 800 years ago. Although Zero was much older than ordinary people, numerous figures in history had had much greater longevity than her. Zero had been born after the establishment of the church. Based on seniority, Agatha and some other witches were old enough to be her grandmother. ¡°Could the person in the picture intrude the Dream World by herself?¡± This hypothesis was even bolder and more inconceivable. ¡°How can a woman from an ancient civilization survive in modern society and disguise herself so well? Where was her soul before the existence of the Dream World?¡± Also, Lan¡¯s physical appearance contradicted this hypothesis. She was elegant and graceful indeed, but she was by no means attractive, which meant that she was not a witch. Without any extraordinary power, one would, without exception, return to the earth 100 years after one¡¯s death, no matter how great they used to be. The most reasonable explanation, although the least creative one, other than the above-noted two assumptions, was that the two people happened to look the same. In other words, it was a pure coincidence. It would save Roland a lot of trouble if he adopted this theory, but he had a hard time convincing himself. ¡°Is it really a coincidence?¡± To find the answer, he probably had to ask her in person. Roland felt a little reluctant to enter that increasingly bizarre Dream World. At the same time, however, he did not like the feeling of throwing himself into the unknown and being kept in the dark either. In theory, it was better to pick the lesser of two evils. After hesitating for about a week, Roland finally made up his mind. It was worth mentioning, though, that the nagging Taquila God¡¯s Punishment Witches and the free time after the tour of the Holy City of Hermes had also contributed a great deal to his decision-making process. ¡­ Roland was now accustomed to entering the Dream World. When he woke up, he noticed the calendar still showed the date on which he had last left. The surrounding had not changed a bit during his one month¡¯s absence. The picture of the martialist trainees on the nightstand still looked new as if they were recently brought back from the headquarter of the Martialist Association. Roland took out his cell phone and dialed Garcia¡¯s number. He soon got through and heard even breathing on the other end of the line. ¡°Hello?¡± Roland glanced through the window. The first hint of dawn was faintly visible in the east. ¡°Are you doing morning exercises?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Cut the crap,¡± Garcia snapped as she usually did, but her voice was no longer as crisp as before. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± ¡°Well, I want to discuss something with you. Is it a good time for you? I can come over now. We can have breakfast together, my treat.¡± ¡°Is it that urgent?¡± Garcia was silent for a moment. ¡°Come down. I¡¯m in the alley right in front of the apartment.¡± ¡°Wait for me.¡± Roland hung up, got changed as fast as he could and dashed out of the room. When he passed the living room, however, he found Zero, still not entirely awake, half-dressed. It was apparent that the little girl had just woken up. Her wrinkled pajama tumbled down to one side, revealing half of her lovely fair shoulder. She was waddling in a pair of oversized men¡¯s slippers, which were apparently his. Roland clapped his hand over his forehead. He had no choice but to turn around and help the little girl get dressed. ¡°Just a moment¡­ I¡¯ll make some water downstairs¡­¡± Zero mumbled. ¡°That¡¯s OK. I¡¯ll bring you breakfast. You just wait here for the food after you brush your teeth and wash your face.¡± Roland patted her on the head and pushed her into the bathroom before he scurried out. Chapter 910 Chapter 910: A Problem in Dreamland (Part II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Beef stew soup noodles for two, here you go!¡± The restaurant owner placed two bowls in front of them, exhilarated and gleeful. He even gave the table another quick wipe. Apparently, he believed that the arrival of the martialist had enlightened his simple premises, for Garcia was, after all, a celebrity in the apartment. ¡°Thank you. Can we also have a fried egg, please?¡± Roland drew out two sets of chopsticks. ¡°One for each.¡± ¡°No problem!¡± ¡°If I were you, I would definitely not pick this place to eat breakfast with a lady.¡± Garcia rolled her eyes. ¡°No wonder you¡¯re still single.¡± ¡°This is slander!¡± thought Roland. If he wasn¡¯t such an honorable man and above flirting with the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, they would have taken him long ago¡­ ¡°Um, Zero has to go to school later, and I need to bring her breakfast. If it¡¯s too far¡­¡± ¡°I understand. That¡¯s why I say this shouldn¡¯t be regarded as an example.¡± Garcia interrupted him. She split the disposable chopsticks and mixed the green onions and beef together. Soon the soup noodles turned an appealing brownish red color. She first blew on the noodles to cool it down and then slurped them as if they were long, flowing ribbons. The slurping sound made Roland¡¯s mouth water. ¡°Wow.¡± Roland twitched his lips. ¡°You know how to eat fast food pretty well. I thought you weren¡¯t used to this kind of street food.¡± ¡°That¡¯s just your assumption.¡± Garcia shrugged. ¡°I¡¯ve been here for almost 10 years and have tried every restaurant around this area. It¡¯s just basic manners for a host to pick a relatively decent restaurant. Plus, I don¡¯t like being stared at by strangers all the time.¡± Roland now noticed that not only did customers in the restaurant look in this direction from time to time, but random passersby as well. Apparently, Garcia¡¯s distinctive gray hair and toned body attracted a lot of people¡¯s attention. ¡°Oops¡­ I forgot about that.¡± ¡°So let¡¯s get down to business.¡± Garcia cast him a cold glance. ¡°Why did you suddenly need to see me? The Martialist Association won¡¯t help you with anything illegal.¡± Roland wondered why she was so alarmed. He had just returned from the headquarter yesterday and did not do anything illegal. Was there anything more illegal than the hunting license? Roland hesitated for a while before answering Garcia¡¯s question. ¡°I want to meet your master. Can you book an appointment for me? ¡°Huh?¡± For a moment, Garcia did not follow him. ¡°Your master¡­ Ms. Lan.¡± Roland soon made an excuse. ¡°I feel regretful for bailing on her last time, so I want to apologize to her in person.¡± Garcia studied him with great interest as if he were a stranger to her. Then she waved away Roland¡¯s request and said, ¡°Really? Now you know how important to have my master as a reference. Save it. She won¡¯t see you anymore.¡± ¡°Perhaps Ms. Lan doesn¡¯t hate me as much as you imagine.¡± ¡°Do you want to tell me that she was nice to you at the orientation? ¡± Garcia said carelessly, ¡°Get over with yourself. You¡¯ve missed the chance I once gave you. My master will never waste her time on a person who doesn¡¯t even abide by the basic etiquette of punctuality, not to mention meeting them.¡± ¡°Regardless, make a call first.¡± Roland insisted. Garcia seemed to notice something. ¡°You¡­ you don¡¯t really want to make an apology to her, do you?¡± ¡°If I can learn some training methods for martialists from her, that would be even better.¡± Roland managed to keep a straight face. Garcia twitched her lips. She was about to dissuade Roland from pursuing such an unrealistic idea, but she, in the end, picked up her cell phone. ¡°By the way, what¡¯s your master¡¯s number¡­¡± ¡°You can¡¯t get through anyway. You have to get a SIM card from the association to connect to the headquarter.¡± Garcia gestured him to keep silent and then spoke to the person at the other end of the line, ¡°Hello, it¡¯s me¡­¡± But she hung up within three minutes. ¡°I knew it.¡± ¡°You knew what?¡± ¡°That she would refuse! She even reproached me for calling her again.¡± Garcia grunted. ¡°She¡¯s completely disappointed in you. Her tone dropped by at least an octave when she heard your name.¡± Roland was surprised at the unexpected result and did not understand why. Based on the attitude of Lan toward him at the orientation, she had seemingly not been very angry with him for standing her up for the first appointment. Instead, she had thought quite highly of him. Roland had felt her use of a hidden language was a demonstration of her excellent skills of applying the Force of Nature, so it did not surprise him that Garcia knew little about it. Now he wondered if he had been hallucinating. At first, Roland had not been very eager to solve the mystery. Even after he entered the Dream World, he was hesitating, but the little defeat just now made him decide to get to the bottom of it. ¡°Oh, well.¡± Roland took a small sip of the soup. ¡°So when can we visit the headquarters again?¡± ¡°After you can deal with the erosion yourself and officially become a martialist. You¡¯re as green as grass at the moment.¡± Roland thought this requirement was reasonably straightforward to meet, but he managed to not reveal his thoughts. ¡°I¡¯m looking forward to that day. By the way, do you still remember the opening speech of Ms. Lan when we arrived at the underground hall?¡± ¡°What about it?¡± ¡°She said the Battle of Divine Will is around the corner. What does that mean?¡± ¡°Well, that¡­¡± Garcia replied resignedly. ¡°My master is very fond of a book written 50 years ago, by the name of ¡®Raison d¡¯¨ºtre.¡¯ She recommended it to me, too. The book develops some theories on how a civilization emerges and evolves. The author calls it the deity¡¯s choice. This deity isn¡¯t a personified character, but actually a rule, or rather the purpose for the continuity of everything. But these theories are too abstract for people in this world, and they have nothing to do with us. As the book is only circulated in the Martialist Association, few people know about it.¡± Garcia¡¯s answer alarmed Roland. Without a doubt, it was a book he had never seen before, which meant it was a creation of the Dream World itself. ¡°Can I take a look at it?¡± ¡°The book is in the headquarter. I can borrow it from the library next month when I report my work.¡± Garcia glanced at Roland curiously. ¡°If I still remember.¡± Noticing that Garcia was starting to be suspicious of his motives, Roland wolfed down the noodles and excused himself. He breathed a long sigh after waking up from the Dream World the following day. Everything in the Dream World seemed to be normal when it was not associated with the Martialist Association, but anything that involved the Association appeared to be sketchy. Although the investigation this time did not go well, it was not wholly fruitless. One big success was that the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, who had waited for so long, had once again been able to gain various physical sensations in the Dream World. Seeing them have a good time, Roland felt the trip was worthwhile. Roland was about to take advantage of his recovery to have a few more trips to the Dream World to get things moving faster when Lightning suddenly flew into his tent with a swallow-tailed eagle under her arm. ¡°Your Majesty, your express mail.¡± The little girl mumbled. ¡°It¡¯s an encrypted letter from Neverwinter.¡± Directly from the Western Region? This isn¡¯t a short trip. Did anything happen in Neverwinter? To save on messengers, regular mail such as reports on governmental affairs were typically sent to the old king¡¯s city by water and forwarded by Theo and his men to him. A swallow-tailed eagle was the largest among all the animal messengers, and it required the highest power. The good thing about using a swallow-tailed eagle to deliver mail was that the animal was at the top of the food chain and it was relatively secure. The drawback of this method was that it would consume a significant amount of the witch¡¯s power. It was relatively hard for Honey to control such a fierce bird, due to the energy required for a swallow-tailed eagle was three times that of a gray eagle. Roland stroked the limp animal messenger and took the sealing ring off its claws. He stood rooted to the ground the moment he unfolded the letter. ¡°The Demons¡¯ army has appeared in the Barbarian Land?¡± This was earlier than he had anticipated! Chapter 911 Chapter 911: The Gleaming Star of Doom Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Four days later, Roland had assembled all the leading staff that was campaigning Hermes and the Northern region. An emergency meeting was held in the First Army¡¯s campground within the suburbs of the Holy City. Despite everyone feeling the great urgency of the meeting, no one panicked. Both the General Staff and the military officers of the Western campaign were making conjectures as to whether His Majesty had had new plans in mind. The murmuring of the discussion did not cease until the king entered the tent with a long face. ¡°I call a meeting, to those present.¡± Roland tapped the desk. ¡°We must return to Neverwinter at once.¡± A commotion between the staff instantly broke out after this curt announcement. Ever since Roland had first received the encrypted letter, he had his doubts. The source of this information was questionable at best. Although the news was shocking, there was not a single shred of solid evidence corroborating Lorgar Burnflame¡¯s statement. There weren¡¯t even any details about when and how she encountered these demons. The threat of an entire demon army couldn¡¯t be ignored, however their whereabouts are still unknown and there would still be unrest in this region if the current operation changed dramatically. Roland remained hesitant. Waiting a few days however, Roland received no shortage of rattled animal messengers that directly flew from the Western region. There must be no doubt a state of emergency has been declared in Neverwinter. The letters confirmed this. He had details about Lorgar¡¯s injuries, the demon in delirium and the problems extended to internal conflict with the arrival of Sleeping Island witches. These letters should have been arriving at his desk chronologically, where the most recent mail should have been the last to reach him. The reality however, was a complete reverse. The messages that had the most urgency also used some of the largest birds. As a consequence, he had received the most recent encrypted mail first. After reading all the letters, Roland had developed a rough idea of what had happened. He had learned from the third encrypted letter that Lorgar had actually used Lightning¡¯s map to locate Taquila ruins, intending to train herself and improve her combat skills by fighting demons and large demonic beats. After talking to Lightning, he had confirmed the validity of the news. And at the same time showed a favorable impression towards the wolf girl¡¯s persistence. Roland wondered if he had been too harsh on her when they first met. Fortunately, Lorgar had survived with the help of Nightfall¡¯s Seed of Symbiosis. With the statements Lorgar has given. If he returned to Neverwinter in late autumn, his enemies would have already established themselves on the Barbarian Land. This is indeed a great piece of intelligence. Roland thought she even deserved a Special Award for the Service of Neverwinter. Maybe he should also fulfill her dream of becoming a top-notch warrior and equip her with a full set of heavy weapons. That sort of support would further her combat development immensely. ¡°That¡¯s the situation we¡¯re in now.¡± Roland relayed the key information of the encrypted letters to the people on the floor and surveyed the audience gravely. ¡°We have to suspend our current plans in this region. As of today, all companies should start making preparations for a retreat. I¡¯ll withdraw first and restore the situation in Neverwinter as fast as possible.¡± Tensions in the room increased dramatically. Most of the people on the floor had heard about demons and knew full well that they were the biggest enemies to the entirety of Graycastle and a threat to mankind. Despite being knowledgeable about the rumors, none of them actually faced a demon. The leading staff was not quite sure on how deal with the current situation and the whole tent fell deadly silent. Roland understood that the news caught everyone off guard, they needed time to adjust to the matter at hand. After quite a long silence, one of the officers of the General Staff, Sir Eltek, raised his hand. ¡°Your Majesty, can we trust the information we¡¯re getting?¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t easy to forge Soraya¡¯s mark or Honey¡¯s animal messenger,¡± Roland answered positively. ¡°Although I haven¡¯t double checked yet, I think we can treat the situation as a special case because after all, it isn¡¯t easy to handle matters with demons.¡± ¡°True¡­ but what about matters with the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± The Duke of Evernight asked the most important question. ¡°We¡¯ll save him for sure. Graycastle won¡¯t abandon any of its allies.¡± Roland cast a glance at Andrea who looked pretty worried. ¡°The King of Dawn will have to pay for what he¡¯s done. The wrath of Wimbledon might be late, but it¡¯ll come sure enough. I¡¯ll make other arrangements, however the First Army won¡¯t be involved.¡± Nobody raised objections after seeing Roland¡¯s determination. The general staff was thus ordered to draft a proposal for the troops. The First Army was familiar with an emergency operation. The troops knew the objective at hand. They could launch an attack and retreat in an orderly manner. Therefore, Roland wasn¡¯t too worried that he¡¯s leaving control. The secondary city hall in the Northern Region supervised by Duke Kant would be responsible for the provision of supplies and allocate staff to the new and old Holy Cities. Isabella, together with the New Committee of Nuns and the garrison in the Northern Region, would stay behind until the transfer was completed so that the dregs of the church would not have the opportunity to resurge. The Hermes Plateau had been thus, successfully annexed to Roland¡¯s territory. As to the New Committee named by Roland. He had it had been instilled with a new doctrine of ideas that pushed for loyalty towards him and ease pressure off the witches. Roland believed he would leave the assessment of the organization to the future and decide whether it could replace the previous church and function as a tool of political propaganda to help with his ruling at some point later. His current top priority was to re-establish the order in the Holy City so that it would not be a deserted land before the arrival of the Battle of Divine Will. These policies had indeed been more or less implemented before he had received the encrypted letters. Now he just had to expedite the process. The only thing he needed to do now was to continue the war against the Kingdom of Dawn, but with different means. After the meeting, Roland asked Andrea to stay. ¡°Without the support of the First Army, we¡¯ll need a change of plan.¡± He went straight to the point. ¡°Please don¡¯t worry. Princess Tilly and the witches from Sleeping Island will make sure nothing happens to Neverwinter.¡± The blonde witch comforted him, although she looked a little apprehensive. ¡°You¡¯ve done your best. You don¡¯t need to force yourself if you really can¡¯t.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wrong¡­¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°Without the First Army, we can opt for another solution I had in mind. Do you think Appen Moya¡¯s castle and knights can save him if I aim for his head? And, If we forego the open battle, we can even probably save Otto Luoxi as well. If this goes to plan, we can overthrow the king and take control the region much quicker than we had originally anticipated.¡± ¡°Faster?¡± Andrea was confused. ¡°Are you planning to¡­¡± ¡°I am.¡± Roland curled up his lips. ¡°It won¡¯t be easy to persuade them, for they¡¯re now so close to having their final confrontation with their lifetime enemies, the demons.¡± Roland paused for a moment. ¡°50 God Punishment Witches are as powerful as 50 Extraordinaries. You can never underestimate them even in the age of the Union. Nobody but I can stop their effectiveness in a battle. Neither God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation nor the swords of knights can effectively protect them. Appen is living on borrowed time.¡± Chapter 912 Chapter 912: Chapter 912 An Idealist (I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Dealing with The King of Dawn never posed a real problem for me. The real problem lies in maintaining order in the Kingdom of Dawn. You should know very well that it isn¡¯t our intention to pick another Moya, or a person who favors the royal family as the subsequent sovereign.¡± Roland looked directly into Andrea¡¯s eyes and continued, ¡°I thought my interference would justify this political movement, but now I¡¯m afraid the three families have to come forward and take over from here.¡± It was pretty obvious that someone had to be there to clean up the mess after Appen Moya fell from power. As the reputation of the King of Graycastle and his impregnable First Army was a powerful deterrent to all the nobles, even if Earl Quinn did become the regent of the kingdom, the nobles would naturally believe he was the puppet controlled by the Wimbledon Family. Under the new plan, an intervention from Graycastle had become impossible. Since the God¡¯s Punishment Witches were not politically involved, Roland had to carry out his plan in the name of the three families; otherwise, the diplomatic battle would turn into a revengeful assassination, which Roland wanted to avoid. The new plan would bring the Quinn Family both upsides sides and downsides. The downside of it was that the Quinns would become the target of criticism, whereas the upside was the potential increase in their reputation and prestige. If Earl Quinn could take this opportunity and successfully exercise control over the City of Glow, he would have a chance to elevate himself from regent to the new King of Dawn. It was definitely a trade that would bring more benefits than harm to Earl Quinn, especially considering his actual personal qualities and influence over the region. Andrea quickly understood the key implications after a ponderous moment. ¡°But then you¡¯ll¡­ gain little from this new plan.¡± ¡°Better than Appen continuing to plot against me. At least, it can save Otto¡¯s life.¡± Roland did not approve or deny. ¡°Like I said earlier in the meeting, I won¡¯t abandon anyone who has made a contribution to Graycastle that easily.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± The anxious look on Andrea¡¯s face gave way to a look of gratitude. ¡°Miss Edith is right. You¡¯re truly a kind king. ¡± ¡°Wh-what?¡± Roland was taken by surprise. ¡°Edith Kant? What did she say?¡± ¡°Well, she predicted that you would save Lord Otto before we marched for the war. In fact, I probably wouldn¡¯t have decided so quickly if the Pearl of the Northern Region hadn¡¯t advised me to do so.¡± Really? Roland managed to keep a straight face while nodding nonchalantly. ¡°Well, since you¡¯ve made up your mind, I¡¯ll write a letter to Earl Quinn detailing the operation procedure and alliance with Graycastle. Also, although most people would make the right choice under such circumstances, I want his consent to be guaranteed. Therefore, I need you to go to the City of Glow with the God¡¯s Punishment Witches to make sure he does what I told, and follows operation procedure. To be completely honest, I trust you not your father, so I have to ask you to hang in there for a bit longer. Once the problem is solved, you can come back to Neverwinter with the witches.¡± Relieved, Andrea once again exuded her dignity as a noble. She lifted her skirt and dipped in a curtsy. ¡°I certainly cannot turn down your request, after all, you¡¯ve done so much for us already. Also, I have a letter for Princess Tilly and hope you can forward it to her.¡± ¡°Naturally.¡± Roland agreed smilingly. After Andrea withdrew, Nightingale frowned. ¡°What the heck is she doing?¡± ¡°Are you talking about Edith?¡± Roland stroked his chin. ¡°Um¡­ they probably brought up that matter during a chat. After all, both of them were present at the pre-operation meeting. What, you didn¡¯t think she would view me as a nice person?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think she¡¯d say anything good about you even if you were the best man in the world.¡± Nightingale shrugged. ¡°She doesn¡¯t seem like the sort of person who talks about things like kindness¡­¡± Roland was about to say something in reply when the guards outside the tent suddenly lifted the curtain and reported to him. ¡°Your Majesty, Lady Edith Kant requests to see you.¡± Oh-ho, things are becoming a little interesting now. He exchanged a look with Nightingale before instructing the guard. ¡°Send her in.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty!¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region performed a bow unceremoniously after she entered the tent. ¡°Your Majesty, I wish for you to change your plan and stop interfering with the affairs of the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± Roland drew his brows together. ¡°You should have brought that up during the meeting if you wanted to say something. Now I¡¯ve already made the decision, and it would reflect poorly on me if I change it again.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I come to see you alone after the meeting,¡± Edith said slowly. ¡°You can still carry out your plan but with some small adjustments. In this way, people will think it¡¯s due to some unforeseen circumstances that the mission has not been completed as planned. At the same time, you¡¯ll still be able to keep to your word.¡± At these words, Nightingale could not hold back anymore. She revealed herself and confronted Edith directly. ¡°What exactly are you plotting? You asked Andrea to turn to His Majesty for help. Now you want us to stop interfering in the affairs of the Kingdom of Dawn. Don¡¯t tell me that there are no conspiracies going on here!¡± Normally, people would feel embarrassed or hesitant when someone pointed out their contradictory behaviors, but Edith remained unflappable as if she had known this would happen. ¡°The situation has changed,¡± she answered calmly. ¡°You can detect lies, can¡¯t you? So you should know that I¡¯m telling the truth.¡± ¡°State your reason.¡± Roland was intrigued. ¡°The unstoppable pincer attack would make your name known to the whole Kingdom of Dawn. Even if Earl Quinn becomes the regent, civilians would know who the real ruler of the country is. When the demons aren¡¯t a threat, you can slowly exert your influence over the policies of the Kingdom of Dawn and gradually convert it to your territory. As people fear the powerful First Army, you could have easily achieved this effortlessly. However, your advantage is now gone.¡± Edith drew up her hair and explained methodically, ¡°The entry of the army of Graycastle to the city and the coup perpetrated by Earl Quinn are two completely different stories. The latter would largely increase the earl¡¯s authority in the region. As for whether other nobles would choose to submit to his rule or plot against him? It¡¯ll be none of your business.¡± ¡°Then we just let Appen Moya continue to conspire against Graycastle?¡± Nightingale questioned. ¡°Even if Your Majesty doesn¡¯t do anything, it would be hard for Appen to keep his throne. At least, he can¡¯t call his bannermen anymore. After the battle in the old Holy City, Appen¡¯s authority and integrity are being called into question, so he¡¯s no longer able to rule the state like he used to. The Kingdom of Dawn will soon descend into chaos.¡± Edith¡¯s tone was so flat as if she were merely laying out the facts. ¡°During this political chaos, Earl Quinn still has a chance to win the game of thrones, but his influence will definitely be limited. Moreover, If Otto Luoxi is lucky, he¡¯ll survive. Even if he doesn¡¯t in the end, Andrea won¡¯t blame you because it isn¡¯t your ¡®fault¡¯, Your Majesty.¡± She stressed. Andrea must have also thought about that. That was why she reminded Roland that ¡°you¡¯ll gain little from this plan¡±. Roland knew it very clearly as well. However, he attached greater importance to a reliable ally than personal gains. Even if Earl Quinn would not give him full support, he believed the upcoming Battle of Divine Will would eventually eliminate all the misunderstanding and mistrust between people. When there is an enemy that threatens the very survival of human civilization, the most important thing they should think about is how to jointly eradicate the enemy. The Pearl of the Northern Region should know what their top priority was, for as far as Roland could tell, she was definitely not a shortsighted person. If she did let her lust for power cloud her judgment, Roland would be truly disappointed. Chapter 913 Chapter 913: An Idealist (II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland gazed at Edith after disclosing his thoughts. ¡°Do you really think it would be better to leave the Kingdom of Dawn as it is than have it ruled by Earl Quinn?¡± Edith looked as if she had already known Roland would ask that. ¡°In fact, I don¡¯t think the two choices would be much of difference in a short term. A reliable ally can provide you with resources, people, and assistance in the Battle of Divine Will. You can trust Earl Quinn since you¡¯ve got his daughter Andrea, but you can¡¯t say anything about other nobles.¡± ¡°She¡­ admitted that?¡± Roland was now confused, wondering what the ¡°short-term¡± she referred to meant. He had thought Edith would focus on the untrustworthiness of the nobles to establish her argument. ¡°On the other hand, if the Kingdom of Dawn sinks into a state of chaos, in order to re-establish order, a war would be inevitable. The Kingdom would definitely be weakened in wartime and the state would inevitably fail. By that time, refugees and deserted lands would be all that is left in the Kingdom of Dawn, just like the Eastern Region and the Southern Territory in Graycastle. You can obtain these lands populations effortlessly, and unlike the first choice, these people would belong to you forever.¡± ¡°But didn¡¯t you just say that an ally can provide not only population but also resources and assistance for the war effort?¡± Nightingale questioned agitatedly. ¡°How does it make sense to you that one benefit is the same as three? Besides, has it never occurred to you that those refugees would die of hunger or exposure to the elements during relocation?¡± Edith instantly shot back. ¡°It seems that three sounds certainly more promising than one, but there¡¯s a condition. In order to make full use of the ally¡¯s resources, His Majesty would first have to make some investments, for example, a steam engine, Golden Twos and even ammunition and weapons. Without these, the Kingdom of Dawn has nothing to compete against demons with, let alone supporting Graycastle on the battlefield. It¡¯s a significant investment, although with quite a high return. However, we can¡¯t just ignore such a sumptuous amount of money when we can barely satisfy the need of Neverwinter itself. Therefore, I hold that the benefits of the two plans are approximately the same.¡± Roland raised his brow. He knew very few people in Graycastle understood risk and reward in investing. Barov, for instance, would definitely refuse to provide his own technologies and products to support a neighboring country. ¡°Then why do you think leaving the Kingdom of Dawn as it is would be a better option if there¡¯s no big difference in gains?¡± ¡°Because of witches, Your Majesty.¡± Edith¡¯s answer surprised both Roland and Nightingale. ¡°Witches?¡± Roland was stunned. The Pearl of the Northern Region stuck out one finger. ¡°Yes. Please think it over. If witches are no longer persecuted in the new Kingdom of Dawn ¡ª or rather, under the influence of Andrea, Earl Quinn starts to follow your example and hire witches to help with the production and construction of the country, newly awakened witches facing no death threats, would stop moving to Graycastle. This is one of the potential losses.¡± ¡°Second, the Kingdom of Dawn is geographically more advantageous than Graycastle. Witches in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter would move south in the event of demon invasion or persecution from the dregs of the church. However, once the situation in the Kingdom of Dawn is stabilized, will they still move to Graycastle? The answer is no. It¡¯s probable that the number of witches in the neighboring countries would exceed that in Graycastle in several decades. I¡¯m actually more concerned about this than the loss of current witches.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it good¡­ that everybody lives a happy life? What¡¯re you so concerned about?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice was less provoking than before. Edith ignored Nightingale but directly looked into Roland¡¯s eyes. ¡°Has it ever occurred to you that one, or several witches with incredible abilities, would instantly make one kingdom outstrip another?¡± ¡°A witch like Anna?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Anna, Agatha, and Soraya¡­ they all have incredible abilities. The moment you won their support, Neverwinter surpassed the domains of other nobles. This is also why you¡¯ve achieved such great accomplishments so far.¡± Edith said slowly, ¡°Apart from that, you have a wider breadth of knowledge and greater wisdom than anyone else. As long as you¡¯re still the king and no one leaves the Witch Union, few could challenge Graycastle¡¯s position, except demons.¡± Edith paused for a few seconds at these words. ¡°But what about the future in over 100 years when the government of the neighboring countries operates the same way as Graycastle¡¯s and when witches are employed in various areas? The knowledge you wrote would inevitably spread to cities and towns outside Neverwinter. By that time, people will study the method of machine manufacturing and learn everything you¡¯ve taught them¡­ If there¡¯s one single awakened witch in the Kingdom of Dawn possessing an irreplaceable ability, Graycastle would probably fall behind!¡± ¡°That¡¯s im¡ª¡± Nightingale immediately attempted to refute Edith¡¯s theory, but she swallowed her words halfway. ¡°Plus, you now largely rely on various magic powers such as Anna¡¯s ability to carry out your construction and development plan. Can you guarantee, however, that Anna¡¯s power is the farthest a witch can go?¡± Edith stressed each syllable with due strength. ¡°If a new witch possesses a more ingenious ability than Anna, will the future King of Dawn still view Graycastle as his ally?¡± Roland almost wanted to applaud her speech. Edith was not focusing on immediate gains but was actually envisioning a scenario in the distant future. Ordinary people may only foresee changes in a few years¡¯ time, but Edith was picturing what would happen a century later! Furthermore, Roland somehow sensed an upcoming explosion of technological innovations in her speech. As a person who had learned about the history of the industrial revolution, Roland knew very well that major technological changes expedited over the past few hundred years. It took apes thousands of years to learn how to make fire, but it took only a decade for human beings to enter the Information Age from the Steam Age. A person living in the modern society might experience technological changes that would otherwise take thousands of years in the past. Now, the presence of witches might further shorten the interval between each technological change, and the emergence of one or two powerful witches might bring a new technological revolution. Edith was right. If Anna had awakened in the City of Glow, Roland would have no idea how far he could go. Roland could almost foresee what the future would look like when the members of the Witch Union gradually entered their years of decrepitude while new powerful witches appeared in the Kingdom of Dawn. This was also the reason Edith insisted on leaving the Kingdom of Dawn as it was if Roland was not able to get full control over it. Roland believed if he were a lord born in this world, he would have definitely been convinced by Edith just now. All kings wanted their kingdoms to endure through time, and for their descendants to perpetuate their glory. They would never create a rival that would potentially pose a threat to their own country. Roland could still change his mind and abandon Otto to his fate. To do that, he just needed to break his promise and deceive Andrea. However, he was not that kind of person. It wasn¡¯t the country that Roland really cared about. He did not care about what his kingdom would look like after his death. Compared with an everlasting kingdom, he was more interested in the advancement of the entire human race. No matter who his successor was, Roland did not have an obligation to assist him in ruling the state. His life goal in this world was to improve the standard of living in Graycastle and take it to the next level while at the same time unveiling the mystery of the Battle of Divine Will. As for which of the four kingdoms was the strongest? He would leave the choice to people living here. Last but not least, he wanted to stick to his principles of being an honest and righteous man. He realized that he could never easily break his words for personal gains, nor could he lie in negotiations. His instant resistance to Edith¡¯s proposal made him understand that he would never truly become an outstanding politician. ¡°An excellent argument.¡± Roland looked at Edith with satisfaction. ¡°However, I won¡¯t take my words back.¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Edith was surprised. ¡°I know what you want to say. You want to say that a wise king should always seek the best interests of his country and that it¡¯s normal to cheat.¡± Roland interrupted Edith. ¡°But there are rulers in this world other than kings¡­¡± ¡°Other¡­ rulers?¡± Edith echoed in confusion. ¡°That¡¯s right. For example, an idealist.¡± Chapter 914 Chapter 914: Anna¡¯s Prediction Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After taking care of the affairs regarding the Kingdom of Dawn, Roland returned to his mansion deep down the campsite. The manor, which consisted of several attached two-story stone houses, a huge front yard, and a backyard, used to belong to a wealthy merchant. Since its original owner went missing during the Hermes riot, Roland used it as his temporary residence. When he entered the master bedroom, he found Anna sitting at his desk reading the book he had retrieved from the Dream World. The sunlight that fell through the window blazed off her bangs and gilded her pale face with a rim of gold. ¡°Is the meeting over?¡± Hearing his footsteps, Anna turned around and asked him happily. ¡°Yes, I told them everything they should know. Nana and the others will take off first thing in the morning.¡± ¡°Have a foot bath first.¡± Anna rose and put a water basin on the stool next to the bed. She then helped Roland take off his shoes and socks. The boots Roland wore on the plateau were made of sturdy leather, quickly giving him sore, smelly feet. Therefore, the first thing Roland did after work was to take a foot bath and put on a pair of light, soft shoes. At first, he insisted on doing it himself, but Anna was determined to help and refused to take no for an answer. ¡°How¡¯s the temperature?¡± Anna put her Blackfire into the water and let it sink to the bottom. ¡°Maybe a little hotter than this¡­ Ah, that¡¯s perfect.¡± Feeling the warmth wash over his feet, Roland sighed deeply. Apart from heating up the water, the Blackfire could also turn into a rollerball to massage the back of his feet and soles. It would then cover his feet and dry off the water residue. This is such a pampered life. ¡°What about you?¡± Anna sat down next to him. ¡°Are you leaving with Nana?¡± ¡°No, but Sylvie is. Her monitoring ability is irreplaceable for the garrison.¡± Roland held Anna¡¯s hands. ¡°My return would certainly ease their minds, but they have to learn to solve problems without me. Besides, the main force of the First Army is not ready so I would be of little use. Once Maggie transports Nana and Sylvie, she¡¯ll transport us.¡± Since Hummingbird¡¯s ability did not apply to living beings, Maggie could only take around two people on her back at a time. The maximum number of people depended on the weight of each individual. Lightning could also carry one passenger, but she would fly much lower when loaded, almost touching the tips of the trees. Her service was thus considered not very safe for a long-haul flight but could serve as an alternative in the event of an emergency. It was a long trip from Hermes to Neverwinter. Even if Maggie continued to fly after the sunset without taking a break to search for food, it would take nearly three days to cover the distance. Roland had no choice but to gradually transport witches based on how urgent their tasks were needed. Fortunately, the troops would slowly advance toward the south along the inland river, which would shorten the wait time for the transportation services. ¡°If only there were a faster commute.¡± Anna looked up. ¡°For example, a machine that soars through the sky.¡± ¡°That isn¡¯t easy, unless ¡ª¡± Roland was about to say that it was impossible to build a real aircraft without an internal combustion engine when an idea suddenly flashed across his mind. He instantly withdrew his previous remark and said something else instead. ¡°Hang on, that¡¯s probably doable.¡± ¡°How?¡± Anna¡¯s lake-blue eyes flickered with excitement. ¡°By using Wendy¡¯s and Mystery Moon¡¯s abilities,¡± Roland answered meditatively. ¡°If it¡¯s an aircraft with the purpose of transportation, it might work if we combine their abilities!¡± Roland was actually inspired by Maggie¡¯s bombing plan. If he did not pursue generalization and mass production, a lot of witches¡¯ abilities could actually replace machines. After three years of research and development, he had successfully obtained light aluminum materials in Neverwinter and had also established an Arithmetic Academy capable of performing large-scale computing. Together with a central carrier used to verify computing results, there was a significant chance that he could build a glider that required little or no power. The most important part of this attempt was Wendy¡¯s control of the wind and an electric motor that powered Dawn I. Simply speaking, an aircraft can fly because its engine produces thrust that pushes the plane forward. In the meantime, a pressure differential created by the airflow on the upper and lower surfaces of the airplane wings generated a lifting force. Due to the limitations of the current technologies in Neverwinter, the electric motor presently in use was not powerful enough to lift a plane. However, Wendy¡¯s wind could provide a lifting force to the aircraft by directly creating an ¡°air pressure differential¡± beneath the wings. In that case, the electric motor would only need to provide a horizontal thrust force. In the same way, in which Lightning had adjusted the direction of bombs in the air, Wendy was required to apply moderate force to help the plane take off. ¡°To enhance the flight¡¯s duration, the glider¡¯s wings should be as long as possible.¡± Roland became increasingly excited as he recollected what a glider looked like in modern society. ¡°But to maximize the lifting force before its takeoff, the aircraft must have a wide wing to fully embrace Wendy¡¯s wind control area. Also¡­¡± A regular, well-designed glider, relied on hot airflow to increase its flight altitude and enhance its flight duration. Roland¡¯s unique glider, however, would be supplied continuously with upward airflow generated by the witches. This meant that the aircraft could operate as long as Roland wanted to, provided that the magic power didn¡¯t run out. In other words, once a runway was built at the destination, the aircraft could transport at least 10 people at a time. Even the slowest glider could reach a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, which was three times faster than Maggie in the form a Devilbeast. With such a glider, they could reach any city in Graycastle within a day. Needless to say, it would be a slow and time-consuming process to manufacture the prototype and train the pilot. Even if he started the project now, by the time the glider was launched, the witches and the First Army would have already arrived at Neverwinter. Nevertheless, the idea of inventing a glider exhilarated both Roland and Anna, who dwelled on this subject for quite a while. For human beings who came from and returned to the earth, flying was their biggest ambition. Unlike a lame hydrogen balloon, a glider allowed people to truly soar the sky. Edith gave Roland wise advice on ruling the kingdom, whereas Anna shared his thoughts and ideas on new technologies and innovations. She was the only person capable of having a conversation with him on such an academic level. ¡°By the way,¡± Anna carefully organized and put away the sketch of the glider and meeting notes, ¡°was there any good news during the meeting? You haven¡¯t looked as relaxed as today ever since you received the letters from Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Well, sort of.¡± Roland curled up his lips into a smile and told her about his conversation with the Pearl of the Northern Region briefly. When Anna heard Edith¡¯s reasoning, she could not help bursting into laughter. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Roland asked curiously. ¡°I want to say that she¡¯s overconfident in our learning ability. To understand everything you¡¯ve taught us? I¡¯m having a difficult time learning advanced mathematics, let alone physics and chemistry¡­¡± Anna grimaced. ¡°I feel like I¡¯ll never completely understand the orange book even if you give me another 100 years.¡± ¡°Haha.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°There are many similar books in the Dream World.¡± ¡°And I don¡¯t think the future will turn out the way she thinks.¡± ¡°Really? What do you think will happen?¡± ¡°She thinks it¡¯s better to let the Kingdom of Dawn sink into chaos if you aren¡¯t able to secure a dominant position on the continent through a flanking attack. However, I, believe there¡¯s more than one way to win people¡¯s respect. When you lead us to fight against demons and eliminate all those fearsome enemies who invade our kingdom, you¡¯ll be treated with reverence, an honor that no other king can possibly attain,¡± Anna said in a serious tone. ¡°When you eradicate the church and win the Battle of Divine Will, the witches would all remember your great services and the Taquila witches would also be proud of you. Your name will be found in every book you¡¯ve written, and you¡¯d be permanently associated with the knowledge you¡¯ve brought to the masses. You¡¯ll not only become a part of our history but will also be remembered by everybody in present time. You would enjoy such high prestige that the lords from other kingdoms would come to seek your protection and request to be under your jurisdiction. Nobody would challenge your authority because those who betrayed you have already provided an illustration of what happens when they commit treason. In the foreseeable future, there would probably be only one kingdom, with its territory reaching to the Fertile Plains, where mankind is vigorously reviving the glory of the human race¡­¡± Anna paused for a second and then asked, ¡°Is there anything wrong with my prediction?¡± Chapter 915 Chapter 915: To the End of the World Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Of course there isn¡¯t.¡± Roland poked her forehead affectionately. ¡°On the contrary, I feel it¡¯s exactly something you¡¯d dream.¡± ¡°Why are you so happy about what Edith said then?¡± Anna asked in bewilderment. ¡°I¡¯m not happy about her prediction. History itself has a lot of variables and possibilities,¡± Roland replied smilingly. ¡°It¡¯s already hard to learn from the past, let alone to predict the future. For instance, we may survive the third Battle of Divine Will but suffer a miserable defeat in the fourth one 100 years from now. Another option is that the enemies lurking at the bottom of the ocean are too powerful for us to conquer them, causing us to be exterminated from Earth¡¯s surface¡­ By that time, we don¡¯t even know whether the human race could persevere, not to mention the continuity of our kingdom.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­ this is something you typical for you to think about,¡± Anna commented, mimicking Roland¡¯s tone. ¡°What makes you so happy then?¡± ¡°Her vision on things.¡± Roland spread out his hands. ¡°When she said something like that, she became a governmental officer rather than a regular noble with a title.¡± ¡°A governmental¡­ officer?¡± Anna tried to repeat the mouthful word. ¡°Correct. She wasn¡¯t speaking as an official from the Northern Region but as one who governs the entirety of Graycastle. She¡¯s making policies based on the direction the entire kingdom is heading toward, which is a rare and invaluable quality for people born in this era. It¡¯s something that even Barov fails to pay attention to. As a City Hall director, he always weighs pros and cons from the perspective of Neverwinter.¡± It was indeed a game changer. From the beginning, Edith Kant, as an ordinary noble in the Northern Region, had been assisting the ruler in governing the state, while at the same time seeking benefits for her own local region. It was the most common mindset among local nobles. Only the territory granted to their family was what truly belonged to the noble, causing them to place their own benefits over that of the king, although they had pledged alliance to the monarchy. ¡°Another thing is her attitude toward witches.¡± Roland went on, ¡°It¡¯s foresightful of her to associate witches with technological revolutions and then incorporate their abilities into the development strategy.¡± Roland knew it was entirely different to blindly follow an order than to understand the reason behind it. Although he had developed the idea of ¡°science and technology constitute a primary productive force and witches are the best driving force¡± in his book, most City Hall officials did not really see the significance of treating witches fairly. They did so merely because it was the king¡¯s order. The public did not understand the rationale behind it either. They gradually accepted witches because of the convenience the latter brought to them. Their mutual relationship was, as a matter of fact, as delicate and fragile as a thin thread that could easily snap off upon a conflict or a misfortune. Only when people fully recognized the absolute necessity of witches would they engage more deeply. In fact, Roland was more pleased with the shift of Edith¡¯s attitude toward witches than the change in her political mindset. With the centralization of power and the diminish of feudal rights, more officials would eventually accept the concept of unity. However, it would probably take a much longer time for them to grasp the nature of the witches¡¯ abilities. Having said that, Edith was not perfect. Although she was more insightful of the future than most people, she failed to see some other possibilities besides the continued dominance of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Her thoughts and ideology were still primarily bound by the era. Nevertheless, Edith was, after all, a young woman about the same age as Nightingale. It was thus healthy for her to have an ambition of building an everlasting empire. Roland was curious what kind of governor she would become in 20 or 30 years when she had been imbued with all sorts of modern concepts and ideas Roland was currently striving to advertise. After hearing Roland¡¯s explanation, Anna tilted her head and asked, ¡°Since the future is unpredictable and you don¡¯t care about what Graycastle would look like after your death, what are you planning to do if we survive the Battle of Divine Will?¡± ¡°You already know, don¡¯t you?¡± Roland looked into her azure eyes. They had discussed their future several times when they had been cuddling in bed. Roland intended to visit the Land of Dawn across the Fertile Plains and even take a look at the demons¡¯ territory. He also planned to cross the Sealine and reach the other end of the ocean. Apart from that, he wanted to unveil the mystery of the deities and learn the truth of the world. To this end, Roland would use every resource available and force not only residents in the Kingdom of Graycastle but every single person on the continent to contribute to his entrepreneurial undertaking. Anyone who attempted to stop him would be viewed as his enemy. ¡°Remember to take me with you.¡± Anna grinned. ¡°I don¡¯t want to miss the adventure.¡± ¡°Of course. I¡¯ll definitely take you wherever I go, even to the end of the world.¡± Roland pressed a kiss to her lips. *************** Neverwinter and the Third Border City. Tilly stood captivated before the magic core, watching its every movement. Its outer frame dilated and contracted as the magic power rose and declined, like blue sea water as if the core was breathing. At the center of the pyramid flickered a yellow light orb. Like a gemstone washed and polished by tidal waves, the orb got Tilly¡¯s full attention. As long as the orb was illuminating, the Five-Colored Stone would be fine. ¡°If you feel tired, go take a rest.¡± Pasha¡¯s voice suddenly popped up in her head. In the meantime, Tilly heard a rustle behind her. ¡°If I notice something, I¡¯ll let you know immediately.¡± Tilly turned around and found a huge blob drop down from the ceiling. Although all the Senior Witches looked the same after their conversion, she could somehow tell them apart after staying with them for a few days. ¡°I¡¯m not tired. It¡¯s been just five days¡­¡± Tilly yawned at these words. ¡°¡­ I¡¯m a bit drowsy, that¡¯s all.¡± ¡°When I still felt sensations, there was no difference between those two.¡± Pasha swayed her tentacle. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The Magic Stone is intact, which means that the witches are still safe. If they do encounter demons, they will break the stone.¡± Tilly also knew that, but she could not find peace in her mind. She regretted staying behind and felt a little annoyed at the fact that she had been persuaded by Ashes¡¯ silly argument. Technically, the operation should not be too dangerous, all the selected witches were excellent combatants who had participated in the battle against the church. The way they insinuated themselves into demons¡¯ lair would also be pretty much the same as that they had attacked the church at Fjords ¡ª Lotus would be responsible for creating an underground shelter, and Orbit would dig a short passage for the rest of them to travel in between two locations. With this method, the enemies would only be able to find an enclosed cave beneath the earth even if they saw something out of character. The key lay in the final step. To expand the visual field of the phantom instrument, they should break the magic stone somewhere with a relatively high altitude. Tilly had planned to locate the spot with the Stone of Flight herself, but Ashes took over her job. Tilly had confirmed through the few maneuvers before the operation that it was highly unlikely for demons to spot her if she took action at night. However, Ashes insisted that a leader should not put herself in danger. As a result, she was left behind with the magic core, unable to do anything. Chapter 916 Chapter 916: A Second Trip to the Ruin Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°¡­ I used to be like you.¡± Pasha suddenly broke the silence. ¡°Every time my friends went to war, I would wait at the city gate. The Union even built a high tower there for people to rest. They would know immediately if someone came back.¡± ¡°Are you talking about Taquila?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°Yes, but after a few years, nobody but the garrison visited there. Do you know why?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Tilly did not reply but she already knew the possible answer. ¡°Because all we got was disappointment and grieve in the end.¡± Pasha put her tentacle on Tilly¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Witches are connected through magic power. Our bond is much stronger than blood. Once we get to know each other, everyone would become our sister, no matter if she was an ordinary combat witch or a member of the Blessed Army. However, the intimate relationship also generated negative emotions on the tower. It was frustrating to see bodies be sent back from the front on the day of return. When our outer defensive line gradually shrank and nobody needed to depart for war, the Union ordered the high tower to be torn down.¡± ¡°Are you trying to say that it¡¯s unnecessary to wait for them?¡± ¡°Quite the opposite. I want to say that the fact that you¡¯re still longing for their return means that you haven¡¯t truly lost something,¡± Pasha said in a slow and gentle tone. ¡°I hope you¡¯ll never turn into someone like me, who views sacrifice as the new norm.¡± ¡°I have lost a lot of things. I made many decisions when I left the palace for Sleeping Island. A lot of them were decisions of loss and gain, and I had to abandon some of my closest friends¡­ As long as I choose the right path, I won¡¯t hesitate. But there¡¯s someone who is different. There¡¯s always one or two people that hold a special place in my heart, who always make me restless.¡± Tilly held the stone ring of Lightning in her hand tighter. It was no problem for her to control the two Magic Stones alternatively, but Ashes could not even fly a straight line with the two Stones. Therefore, she had to keep the ring to herself. Nevertheless, Tilly did not reveal her thoughts but simply nodded slightly. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome. I¡¯ll go check how the digging of defensive line at the border is going. There¡¯s a room with a bed near the entrance to the hall. You can sleep there if you want.¡± ¡°Got it.¡± After Pasha headed back the way she had come, Tilly suddenly had a cold feeling around her palm. She spread out her hand and found one corner of the magic stone fixed by the ring had come off. The fragment sank into her flesh and left a tiny bead of blood on her hand. ¡­ ¡°It¡¯s been five days. Why haven¡¯t we seen the ruins yet?¡± Lotus grumbled. ¡°It¡¯s so boring hiding underground all day.¡± ¡°How do I know? In any case, I¡¯ll go wherever your tunnel is heading.¡± A girl with braided hair shrugged. She threw a piece of dried meat into the air and then opened her mouth. With a flash of blue light, the dried meat disappeared and her cheeks puffed up. ¡°Yum¡­ So it isn¡¯t a lie. Life in Neverwinter is indeed luxurious. Even their rations are so delicious.¡± ¡°T-tunnel? Do you think I¡¯m a mole?¡± ¡°Pretty much.¡± ¡°Um¡­ you¡¯d better go easy on the food.¡± Iffy sighed. ¡°I don¡¯t want to return with an empty stomach.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to be lectured by a witch from the Bloodfang Association.¡± The girl jerked her head away from Iffy. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that you once conspired against Princess Tilly. If I were her, I wouldn¡¯t even share wheat cakes with you, let alone dried meat.¡± Iffy rolled her eyes. ¡°Enough.¡± Ashes cut in with a resigned look. ¡°It wasn¡¯t their fault in joining the Bloodfang Association. If Tilly heard you say this, she would definitely give you a good lesson.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ well.¡± Hearing Princess Tilly¡¯s name, the witch finally became quiet. ¡°This is another witch who is too hyper for her own good.¡± Ashes thought to herself while breathing out a sigh. This witch, who took particular attention to her appearance, was called Orbit. Despite her flamboyant style, she played an indispensable role in this operation. Orbit¡¯s ability was incredible. Before she had become of age, she could create an invisible passage connecting two locations. The passage could not be detected by the naked eye and it covered no distance. In other words, she could transfer herself from one place to another within a blink of an eye. If there was something like a wall or a door in-between the two places, Orbit would act as if it didn¡¯t exist. As long as she continuously applied her ability, the passage would remain open. Nonetheless, her magic power could only affect an area within a radius of 15 meters. If she was the entrance of the passage, this number would drop to around 7. After she had entered her adulthood, Orbit had obtained a derivative skill called ¡°Magic Mark¡± that largely increased the practicality and the coverage of the passage. The passage would be visible to a person marked by Orbit, whereas one without a mark could not stop Orbit from moving around even if he knew where the passage was. There were also certain dangers with this ability. For example, Orbit could withdraw her ability when a marked enemy was just halfway through the passage. The enemy¡¯s body would then be snapped in half and appear in two separate locations when the passageway was sealed. Tilly thus proposed that Lotus and Orbit should work together to open a secret tunnel with an invisible exit so that the enemies could not locate the witches even if they found the hole. By the time the demons realized there were many similar tunnels, the witches would already be several miles away. Hence, the operation plan was, technically, absolutely safe. Using the stone tower where Agatha had initially been found as their starting point, they left Misty Forest and headed to the northeast. As the forest close to Neverwinter was completely under Leaf¡¯s control, they did not need to worry about any threats from hybrid demonic beasts. However, Ashes soon found a practical problem they had not anticipated during their maneuver and that was navigation. During the trip, they had only needed to cover a distance of a few kilometers. Yet when this number increased by dozens of times, it became very hard to determine which direction they were exactly heading to. Although they would use stars for orientation, nobody knew whether they were on the right track. ¡°How about checking the map Lorgar brought back?¡± Lotus turned to Ashes for advice. ¡°Perhaps we can find a couple of landmarks that would help us navigate. Then we would know how far we were from the ruin.¡± Ashes nodded, although her hopes were not high. On the map were some bird nests, beehives and bears¡¯ caves, which offered them few clues as to where they were. Perhaps only Lightning and Maggie could read the map and find the right direction. ¡°Shhh!¡± Iffy suddenly gestured at them to keep quiet. The three of them instantly fell silent. Soon, they heard patterings of heavy footsteps overhead. The shuffling sound indicated there were at least four or five people. Since hybrid demonic beasts rarely acted in groups, they were most likely the patrol team of demons. The footsteps soon faded away. It was obvious that the enemies did not notice someone was hiding beneath the earth. This was the second time today. The attack of the wolf girl apparently had alarmed the demons a great deal. After all the demons scurried off, Iffy let out a sigh of relief. ¡°Well, at least that tells us that we¡¯re in the right direction.¡± ¡°But the problem is that we can¡¯t see the ruin of the city and thus can¡¯t place the light curtain at the right spot.¡± Lotus shook her head. ¡°In order to use the phantom instrument as an alarming device, we have to put the light curtain five or six miles to the southwest of the ruin. This way, the Taquila witches would see Devilbeasts when they fly toward the Western Region.¡± After pondering for a while, Ashes made the final decision. ¡°We¡¯ll march for another night. I¡¯ll go up and check where the Taquila ruins lay at dusk tomorrow.¡± Chapter 917 Chapter 917: Ashes¡¯ Plan Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Ashes, the demons aren¡¯t blind!¡± Iffy quickly refuted Ashes¡¯ suggestion. ¡°As soon as you see Taquila by the setting sun you¡¯ll be immediately spotted! There¡¯s no place to hide in the sky. Do you want to expose yourself with no way to fight back?¡± ¡°Iffy is right, it¡¯s too risky of a move.¡± Lotus added. ¡°Lady Tilly told us that the Stone of Flight only lets you fly up and down and not laterally. Once you¡¯re discovered by them, you can¡¯t escape. Can¡¯t we at least do this at night?¡± Ashes felt incrediblytouched by all their comments, especially the one coming from Iffy. Just a year ago, she was at her neck when she was with the Bloodfang association and the leader of the association, Heidi Morgan, had been plotting to kill her and Tilly. If Tilly had not insisted on tolerating the Bloodfang Association, she would have waged war against them long before. Ashes had never expected Iffy to start showing concern for her since she thought that rift between Sleeping Island and Bloodfang Association would never be completely healed. Ashes suddenly felt that she and Iffy were on the same team now. She was happy to see these changes happening. Ashes understood that teamwork was what was needed to go forward. ¡°But I can¡¯t see anything in the darkness of the night. Taquila must be covered in vines by now and I also can¡¯t find the ruins if there¡¯s no light around. I think early dusk is the best time,¡± Ashes insisted. ¡± And maybe we didn¡¯t go astray and the ruins are just behind some big tree or by a low hill. All I have to do is to fly up and crush the Magic Stone in my hand.¡± ¡°But what if some flying demon nearby spots you?¡± Lotus knitted her eyebrows. ¡°You¡¯ll only be able to use, at most, 10% of your strength in the air right?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ve already figured out a strategy to handle these problems,¡± Ashes calmly explained while holding three fingers up. ¡°Depending on the situation, I¡¯ll use one of three different plans.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Orbit came closer curiously. ¡°You sound like Lady Tilly now.¡± ¡°Really? How do these plans of your work?¡± Lotus also appeared to be intrigued. ¡°Listen to me carefully, the only enemies who can discover me must be some Mad Demons riding flying Devilbeasts, so I came up with three different situations. A different plan if one, two or more than that come to attack me.¡± ¡°Oh my¡­¡± Lotus felt helpless and covered her forehead. ¡°Bahaha, you really plan to get caught?¡± Iffy broke into a chuckle. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t interrupt. Let me finish talking about my strategy and then you can comment.¡± ¡°If I were Maggie, I would raise both flags in favor for you.¡± Orbit said with seriousness. ¡°Now I know why she enjoys taking part in your plans now.¡± ¡­ In the end, Ashes managed to get everyone to hear her out. After hearing Ashes¡¯ strategy, the witches agreed on her plan since none of them could think of a better one. In Lotus¡¯ view, although the three situations Ashes talked about in the beginning sounded a little absurd, her countermeasures were unexpectedly good. In Iffy¡¯s eyes, Ashes¡¯ plan was just based on her animalistic intuition and accumulated fighting experience. After another day of traveling underground, the light coming through the vent began to dim. At first, the white clouds seemed to be hazed with a fiery red and then they gradually melted into the evening sky. Obviously, the sun was now going down over the Fertile Plains and it was the time for them to act. Orbit patted Ashes¡¯ back and gave her a Magic Mark. It was a light blue spot above her head and looked like a shimmering puddle which made the witches feel as if they were standing underwater and looking up at the blue sky through the intermittent ripples. Ashes knew that this was not the real scene outside, but just how the magic corridor looked. After confirming that there was no demon patrol team around, she nodded to the other three witches and injected her magic power into the ring. An indescribable feeling came over her afterward. She felt as if an extra arm or leg was growing out on her body. Tilly described this process as getting invisible wings. It was difficult for a person who was born with no flying ability to suddenly control these wings like how birds soar through the sky. Among the Sleeping Island witches, Tilly was the only one who uses the Stone of Flight with ease. Ashes closed her eyes, imagined herself flapping the wings, and jumped! After a moment, the absolute silence of the underground space was replaced by a variety of sounds. She felt the fresh air blowing across her face and heard a rustle of leaves ringing beside her ears. She also heard birds tweeting, buzzing insects, and the whistling sound of the evening breeze which caressed her cheeks. She opened her eyes and saw everything clearly. Everything on the ground quickly shrunk and the exit of the magic corridor was now just a tiny spot of light. She had to admit that it was quite an experience worth trying once in a while. Ashes controlled her excitement and gazed to the north, where Taquila should be, however Ashes¡¯ heart quickly sank. As Ashes looked at everything ahead of her, she did not find anything that looked like a ruin let alone the skeleton monster mentioned by the Wolf Girl. She found nothing except some shrubs and meadows crimsoned by the setting sun. Did we head in a completely wrong direction? She wanted to find the Impassable Mountain Range to help determine her location. However, when she turned around, she was stunned by the sight of massive monsters that crouched among the jungle in the southeast a few hundred meters away. Those huge things were obviously manufactured by demons and the broken walls of the Taquila ruins stood right below them! The witches had thought that they had not yet arrived at the ruins, but now Ashes realized that they had already passed the ruins due to their accumulated deviations! If the witches drew a line from where they had started their journey to Taquila and where they were now, it would only be a few degrees between. However, in reality, such a small deviation could determine whether their location was in the front of or behind the Taquila ruins when they arrived. Ashes hesitated. If I go back now and ask the team to turn around and head south, it¡¯ll take us at least two or three days to arrive at Taquila . However, If I flew towards the ruins at the same speed as I flew up, I¡¯d only need less than half a day to fly to the ruins to locate the place and return to the team. The only problem is that I¡¯m only able to fly vertically. I¡¯ve never tried to fly horizontally. What should I do? Before Ashes made a decision, a burst of dull horn sounds blared from Taquila. A dozen Devilbeast on the back of a skeleton monster leaped up and flew toward her! Meanwhile, numerous Mad Demons emerged out of the earth around the ruins and closely surrounded the Holy City of Taquila. ¡°Well, it seems they¡¯re quite vigilant and there¡¯s obviously more than three of them. This is much worse than I imagined¡± Ashes thought. She took out the Five-Colored Stone and crushed it without any hesitation and flew directly towards the ground. For any warrior, the most important ability was to act appropriately according to the situation. She intended to capture the enemy alive if there was only one Devilbeast, eliminate all of them if there were two and retreat if the number of enemies numbered higher. She was never afraid to fight that many demons however she wouldn¡¯t be able to defeat them all before more reinforcements came and endanger her whole team. As for the current situation, it was way too risky to fly to the Taquila ruins. She had to crumble the stone now even though she did not get to an ideal position. She was not as talented as Tilly who could control the invisible wings like using her own arms, but she had her own way of making flight faster. Ashes needed to inject more magic power into the Magic Stone. As the magic power grew in the stone, Ashes felt that the invisible wings on her back gradually swelled to the limit and each imaginary flapping of them could cause a howling gale. She descended sharply from the sky at a speed which was almost three or four times faster than when she flew up. Under such circumstances, even the precise spear throwers of the Mad Demons couldn¡¯t hit her. The only problem was that inertia was too great to overcome at such extremely fast speeds. Because of the limited depth of the Magic Corridor, Lotus could only create an empty hole, which was at most as deep as five or six meters. Within such a short distance, she could hardly stop the downward momentum by herself. All Ashes could do was to put some faith in her teammates. After several seconds of falling, Ashes saw a small blue light appearing on the ground. That¡¯s the Magic Corridor. She folded her hands and put them on her head while tightening the muscles all over her body. The moment she penetrated straight into the magic corridor, she saw several purple lights emerge out of the air and firmly grasp her. It was Iffy¡¯s Magic Cage! In an instant, the cage stopped her from falling rapidly, and when she completely stopped, she found that there was just an arm¡¯s length between her head and the bottom of the hole. ¡°You¡¯re really heavy,¡± said Iffy, her hands clutching the cage. She shrugged and added, ¡°Now, do you know where we are?¡± ¡°Of course, but let¡¯s not discuss about this right now.¡± Ashes looked at Orbit. ¡°Retreat to the Misty Forest right now. The demons are coming!¡± Chapter 918 Chapter 918: The Only Definite Thing Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Three days had passed. Tilly was walking around anxiously until she saw the four witches when her mind was finally put at ease. Judging from their dirty faces and forced smiles, she could easily tell that their trip must have been filled with accidents and risks. Fortunately, they were safe and lucky enough to escape from the demon army after being discovered by them. Tilly was about to say some words of comfort, but after seeing Ashes¡¯ unapologetic face, she became upset and began to reprimand the Extraordinary, albeit slyly. ¡°I¡¯ve never expected that a person who boasted of experiencing hundreds of battles in the wilderness would get lost,¡± Princess Tilly satirized. ¡°Tell me how you managed to get from Hermes to kings city and not just wander into the Southernmost Region? This is unlike what you¡¯ve shown me.¡± ¡°Uhh¡­ well there were so many church people chasing me at that time. Everytime I was lost, I would catch one of them and have him tell me where the correct direction was,¡± Ashes shrugged. ¡°And we didn¡¯t deviate too far away from the planned route this time. At least, we could still see the Taquila ruins. If the demon army hadn¡¯t gone into action, I would have been able to see¡­¡± ¡°Without adequate Red Mist, they¡¯ll never send out all their troops. We sent you to gather information about the enemy since we need to guard against the Devilbeasts¡¯ surprise attacks. But when you crushed the Magic Stone, we could only see the demon army from behind and at a very bad angle!¡± ¡°Everyone is back safe and sound. It¡¯s the ideal outcome. Besides, the angle isn¡¯t that bad,¡± Pasha interjected. ¡°His Majesty Roland has sent back the first batch of witches from the north and Sylvie was among them. With her, our scouting ability will be greatly improved. And we¡¯ve seen the enemy¡¯s rear, which will help us to judge the scale of the enemy¡¯s main force and reinforcements. You can go back and have had a good rest first.¡± ¡°Oh? We got messages from the Northern Region?¡± Ashes raised her eyebrows and asked. ¡°Yeah, lucky for you, if these messages didn¡¯t come you wouldn¡¯t have easily gotten away with this.¡± Tilly snorted. ¡°Well¡­ Excuse me, I have to go now!¡± ¡°Wait.¡± Ashes looked at Pasha with a vague smile and then hurriedly caught up with Tilly. ¡°Is there anything else you want to tell me?¡± ¡°No, nothing, let¡¯s just head back.¡± Ashes twitched her mouth and said. After they returned to the Witch Building, Ashes wrapped her arms around Tilly from behind when the princess closed the door. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, I worried you and-¡± ¡°Did Pasha tell you to do this?¡± Tilly asked without turning around. ¡°Uhh, how¡¯d you know?¡± Ashes was slightly startled. ¡°I clearly see it on your face.¡± She broke away from Ashes¡¯ arms. ¡°I¡¯m guessing that Pasha told you that I didn¡¯t have any good rest these past few days and that I¡¯ve stayed around the magic core most of the time. She must have told you to forgive my bad mood and to try your best to comfort me since I¡¯m exhausted.¡± ¡°Amazing¡­ to think you could guess all of that,¡± Ashes stood astonished. ¡°So, could you apologize to me first?¡± Tilly turned around. ¡°What? No.¡± The Extraordinary shook her head. ¡°No?¡± Tilly glared. ¡°So, you think it¡¯s right to worry me?¡± ¡°There should be no problem, you¡¯re not in any danger. And that¡¯s all I need for a decision.¡± ¡°Ashes, you don¡¯t understand.¡± Tilly was furious. ¡°Any risk can be calculated, measured and evaded. The person who performs the task is also included in the calculation. If the person isn¡¯t good at the task, even a perfect plan will be ruined. Do you understand? If it was me, the situation would never become so dangerous!¡± ¡°Calculate, measure, evade¡­ You sound more and more like Roland Wimbledon now.¡± Ash shrugged and said. ¡°Don¡¯t divert the topic.¡± Princess Tilly remained unmoved. ¡°Isn¡¯t it true?¡± ¡°But there¡¯s always risk. And I want to be the one to take it, even if accidents are likely to happen. After all, I¡¯ve already had countless accidents in my life.¡± Ashes, who was much taller than the princess, bent forward and put her hands on Tilly¡¯s shoulders so that their eyes were level. ¡°Listen, I have a very good reason to not apologize to you. Now that we¡¯ve decided to stay here to fight demons, I¡¯ll have to take more chances to risk my life and go to dangerous places. One day, I may be unable come back and I don¡¯t want to owe you lots of apologies.¡± ¡°Hey, don¡¯t pull this on me!¡± ¡°Listen to me please, Tilly,¡± Ashes said seriously. ¡°I¡¯m not as talented as your brother and it¡¯s too difficult for me to think about things like the future of witches. so taking risks is the only thing I¡¯m good at. If you¡¯re determined to return to the Sleeping Island now, I¡¯ll immediately promise you that I¡¯ll never let you worry about me, but I can¡¯t guarantee that here. I would never ask you to apologize to me if you make me worried.¡± Tilly was speechless. She looked into Ashes¡¯ golden eyes and felt that this black-haired witch in front of her seemed to be more reliable than ever before. No, Ashes is talking nonsense. Tilly denied it in her heart. ¡°Ahem,¡± she turned her head aside and said. ¡°I guess I can forget about this incident for now, but you have to tell me about the whole thing later. Now go take a shower. You stink.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± Ashes breathed a sigh of relief. ¡°Do you want to take a bath together with me?¡± ¡°No, not now!¡± Tilly grumbled. Tilly watched the Extraordinary leave and then lifted her right hand to check a tiny wound. On her right palm, there was a spot which was pricked by a ring. It was already healed, but the pain was still fresh in her memory. Fortunately, the worst didn¡¯t happen. Perhaps, I¡¯m thinking too much. ¡­ When Lorgar woke up from her long slumber, she felt an incredibly comfortable sensation in her body. It felt as if she was soaking herself in a warm spring and was completely free of dizziness and pain. Yes, I remember now. It was Nana Pine. The Wolf Girl vaguely recalled something had happened before her sleep. Nana had run into her bedroom while panting. The lovely, little girl had probably got back in a hurry without any rest. The first sentence she heard from Nana was ¡°Have a good sleep now. You¡¯ll be alright when you wake up.¡± She also remembered that she had seen her friends from the exploration group, who had uttered many words besides her bed. However her mind went blank when she tried to remember what they said back then. The feeling of Nana¡¯s magic power flowing through her body was so wonderful that she had forgotten almost everything. ¡°So I¡¯m fully recovered now? I should express my thanks to Nana,¡± Lorgar thought. Unexpectedly, after she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was a gray-haired man. She was stunned. ¡°Great¡­ chief?¡± ¡°It¡¯s me.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°How do you feel now?¡± ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t know how to describe it.¡± She tried to move her finger. It was still clumsy, but she managed. ¡°I think I¡¯m fine. How long have I slept? Where¡¯s Nana? And¡­what are you doing with your hand¡­¡± ¡°Oh, this? I just thought that they looked interesting, I hope you don¡¯t mind.¡± Roland stopped touching Lorgar¡¯s wolf ears and took his hand back. ¡°I¡¯ve been curious about how they feel like. Do you feel¡­ well, ticklish when I touched them.¡± ¡°No, they¡¯re just ears,¡± Lorgar was surprised and said. ¡°You can touch them if you want. I¡¯m fine with it if you don¡¯t mind them.¡± With these words, the Wolf Girl wiggled her long ears. ¡°I¡¯m done with it for now.¡± He coughed twice and continued. ¡°You¡¯ve slept for about three days. This is a normal duration since you were severely wounded. Of course, you would still recover if you didn¡¯t take this long sleep. But in that case, you would feel extremely tired and uncomfortable during the recovery process.¡± Lorgar was slightly surprised. ¡°Do you mean I¡¯ve slept for three days in a row?¡± ¡°Yes. If Nightfall didn¡¯t stop the Symbiosis, you would¡¯ve slept for longer.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Your body woke you up. After you get up, you¡¯ll feel hungry soon.¡± ¡°Oh, yes, Miss Nightfall. I have to go to thank her and the other witches.¡± The Wolf Girl wanted to get up, but Roland gently pressed her down in her bed. ¡°Don¡¯t rush. Take your time to deal with these things,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°But before that, on behalf of the City of Neverwinter, I have to thank you. You did a good job, Lorgar Burnflame. Neverwinter will reward you.¡± Chapter 919 Chapter 919: Repay the Great Chief¡¯s Kindness Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Now will you admit that I¡¯m qualified to fight the demons?¡± Lorgar felt refreshed all of a sudden. ¡°I¡¯ve never denied your ability to fight against them. In fact, even an ordinary woman who¡¯s unable to tie up a chicken will end up being involved in this mighty war, albeit behind the main defensive line.¡± Roland reiterated his concern. ¡°I only objected to your desire to fight them by yourself. If the Sleeping Island witches had come any later, without Nightfall¡¯s Seed of Symbiosis, you would have been buried in the Western Zone Cemetery by now.¡± ¡°But if I hadn¡¯t gone that deep into the Barbarian Lands, Neverwinter would never have received the news about the incoming demon army,¡± Lorgar retorted. ¡°I can reward you for a good result but I still wouldn¡¯t ever approve of your wrong behavior because of it.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°What I¡¯m happiest about in your actions this time is your bringing the message back to Neverwinter instead of fighting the enemies alone in the Barbarian Lands. Even if you were to ask me this same question again, I would give you the exact same answer. No, I don¡¯t want you to go to fight the demons by yourself. I¡¯ll ask the sentries to step up vigilance from now on, in the case that you might someday come back to the city more dead than alive.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°This is the great chief¡¯s command!¡± Roland remained unmoved. ¡°Let¡¯s talk about your reward first.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Lorgar found that the look on the great chief¡¯s face was far more serious now than when he had been touching her ears. ¡°That¡¯s fine.¡± ¡°There are three types of rewards. You may choose between gold royals, Chaos Drinks, or a piece of equipment custom-made for you.¡± ¡°The first two choices are easy to understand, but what¡¯s the last one? Is it some kind of iron claw or steel tusk for me to use in my wolf form? I had previously considered obtaining this kind of weapon back in the Wildflame clan. However, when I transform back into a girl, these weapons that are inconvenient to carry will become a burden for me.¡± Lorgar thought to herself. She raised this question to Roland. ¡°I don¡¯t have a specific design for the weapon in mind right now, but I can tell you that it¡¯ll be a mighty firearm that can dramatically improve your combat capability,¡± Roland explained. ¡°Ashes told me that you could transform selective parts of your body into their wolf form while in your human form, and that in this half-animal form you would have half of the strength of a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior. Since this equipment is specifically designed for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, I think it¡¯ll also suit you.¡± This firearm mentioned by Roland reminded her of the fierce weapons used by the First Army to destroy the oasis watchdog. She remembered that Lightning also had such a weapon. It was indeed powerful, but it also depended on the operator¡¯s skill. More importantly, she knew that it used a very special kind of ¡°bolt¡± that could only be produced by Neverwinter. She believed that the great chief would never give her any of these ¡°bolts¡±, as he would never allow her to leave the city on her own. Without these ¡°bolts¡±, this firearm could only be placed at home as a showpiece and would not give her much help. After all, it was just a weapon. Compared to this external force, she had more faith in her own teeth and claws. After a little thought, Lorgar said, ¡°Can I choose to join the Witch Union?¡± This choice was completely beyond Roland¡¯s expectations. He was surprised and replied, ¡°Yes, you can, but earlier you told me that¡­¡± ¡°I changed my mind.¡± The wolf girl wagged her tail. ¡°Both the gold royals and the Chaos Drinks will be used up one day and I¡¯ve no other special skills besides my fighting ability, so I think I¡¯d better join the Witch Union. As a member of the Union, I¡¯ll get gold royals and free drinks every month, right?¡± ¡°Well¡­ yes, that¡¯s right.¡± ¡°In addition, I¡¯ve promised Lightning and Maggie that I¡¯ll explore all of the Barbarian Lands together with them. Since both of them are members of the Witch Union, it¡¯ll be more convenient for me to take action with them after I join the Union. Under such circumstances, you wouldn¡¯t stop me from going deep into the wasteland, right?¡± ¡°Ahem, you¡¯re technically right, but you still need to place your own safety as your most important priority.¡± ¡°Then this is the reward I want,¡± said Lorgar. ¡°I¡¯m sorry I rejected your kindness before.¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s up to you.¡± Roland laid out his hands and shrugged. ¡°Now, do I need to sign a contract?¡± she asked with a solemn face. ¡°Of course, Wendy will tell you everything later.¡± Roland stood up. ¡°I¡¯ll ask the kitchen to send you something to eat. Have a good rest first. You¡¯ll have many chances in the future to thank Nana and the other witches.¡± Having seen Roland leave the room, Lorgar¡¯s ears drooped and she lay back down on the bed. There was one thing that she had kept a secret from Roland. It was the genuine reason why Lorgar finally decided join the Witch Union. She had not been attracted by the free drinks and the gold royals. As a Mojin, she was more convinced by facts than words. From the very beginning, she had doubted Roland¡¯s promise to the Mojin people and had refused to trust a nobleman from a northern kingdom. She had believed that she would one day return to the Wildflame clan and become Roland¡¯s enemy again when he ultimately betrayed the Mojin. Besides, Roland¡¯s comments during their first meeting had indeed irritated her. She had never anticipated that he would show any concern for a Divine Lady of a Mojin clan. Even though the conflict between the Mojin people and the northern king had already been resolved, her suspicion of him still remained. However, her opinion of him had begun to change. During the Symbiosis period, the Witch Union kept telling her that she only needed to hold on a little longer to get Nana¡¯s treatment, since they had already sent a number of letters to appeal to Roland Wimbledon for help. Back then, she would never have expected that the great chief, busy recovering his territory, would send Miss Nana back from the Northern Region of Graycastle only for her sake. In Lorgar¡¯s memory, it was an exceptionally long journey from Iron Sand City to the Endless Cape, and Roland¡¯s kingdom was several times larger than the Southernmost Region. Given that, she had suspected that it would take at least one or two months for Nana to return to Neverwinter. However, the great chief had sent Nana back in time. Surprisingly, despite being a healer of great importance to the army, she had turned out to be the first witch to be sent back from the north. With this in mind, Lorgar found that it was hard to doubt Roland¡¯s sincerity. Even Maggie had to fly for three days to take a round trip between the Northern Region and Neverwinter. If the great chief did tell her the truth, that meant Nana had come to her rescue the moment she had arrived at the city. Such kindness would make any warrior in the Southernmost Region willingly take an oath of allegiance to the lord. Lorgar could hardly be regarded as a professional warrior, but she was a pure Mojin. Faced with the facts, she wondered, ¡°Why not believe in the great chief more?¡± ¡­ Roland left the bedroom and went downstairs to the reception hall on the first floor. The guards at the gate opened the door, and all the people inside the hall stood up simultaneously at the sight of the king. Before he arrived back at the Western Region, Lightning had brought his convening order back to Neverwinter. He steadily stepped into the crowded hall while taking a glance at everyone assembled before him. There were more than 50 people here, including the City Hall department heads, the commander of the Garrison of the First Army, the representatives of the Witch Union and Sleeping Spell, the governor of the Longsong district, and the Senior Witches of Taquila. They wore various kinds of facial expressions. Some seemed to be bewildered by the unknown enemy and some showed unmasked hatred towards the demons, while most of them looked solemn and serious. The war was close at hand, no matter whether they were prepared or not. Chapter 920 Chapter 920: The War Plan Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After Roland took a seat, the people in the hall bowed before sitting down. Under his leadership, the small and remote Border Town had rapidly developed into a major city. Roland could clearly see that he had become a spiritual leader in the eyes of the conference participants. He had never felt anything like this when he had given lectures to students at a primary school or when he explained his designs to his clients. All the people who attended this meeting were not only listening but also preparing. They were always ready to execute his plans and orders. He had a sense of achievement from seeing his administration bear fruit. Three years ago, only a few people in the castle had served him wholeheartedly whilst all the local nobles had ridiculed him. Now, however, he had a splendid team to assist him. He went straight to the point. ¡°Neverwinter can¡¯t allow demons to take root on the Fertile Plains, especially somewhere so close to our border. Although the enemy came a little earlier than expected, we¡¯ve also made rapid progress recently. We¡¯ve recovered the lost regions and can now focus on fighting the demons.¡± He paused to glance around and said word by word. ¡°Our next goal is driving the demons out of the Taquila ruins. We must do our utmost to achieve this goal. Do you have any questions?¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty!¡± Everyone responded in unison. Even Barov who usually preached against wars did not raise any objection since he was aware of the fact that most refugees came to the Western Region for the good order, capable king and safe environment. If the demons set up a base at Taquila and then kept harassing Neverwinter, the people would be terrified and even flee the city. Without enough population, City Hall could no longer sustain the development of Neverwinter. He learned this lesson from the decline of the Eastern and Southern Regions. ¡°So let¡¯s talk about our war plan and policies now. Any department can share their ideas.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I think the top priority is relocating the industries in the north of the city as soon as possible.¡± Barov was the first one to stand up and reply. ¡°The people outside the city wall are the ones most vulnerable in the face of the demon invaders. Even when we finish constructing the new wall to protect the people, the flocks of sheep and herds of cattle will still hinder our troop deployment in the north. It¡¯s just like what happened when the whole city was placed under the strictest martial law.¡± He paused to eye Wendy. ¡°Due to the alert, the city gates remained closed, which blocked the transportation of wheat seeds and forest resources. Fortunately, City Hall had done everything in its power to minimize the impact.¡± Roland had already learned this from the previous reports. As Barov mentioned it again, he could not help looking at Wendy. Surprisingly, she seemed peaceful and undisturbed. He thought she must have meant it when she said that she would take full responsibility. ¡°Not everything in the north can be relocated. We can use paddle steamers to carry wheat seeds, mushrooms, and other resources into the city via the Redwater River. However, we can¡¯t move the North Slope Mine to another place. Additionally, it¡¯ll cost us a lot to rebuild the Furnace Area.¡± Roland decided after a moment of pondering. ¡°We should increase our vigilance over the mine region so that we¡¯ll be able to fight back when the Devilbeasts attack. As for the alert, I need to elaborate on this issue. When the city is under martial law, we need to evacuate the idle personnel on the streets and in the market, but all the factories must resume production and keep working from today onward until I give a new order.¡± ¡°I see¡­ I¡¯ll make a list of the properties and business we can relocate, and report back to you.¡± Barov immediately changed his tone since he realized that Roland did not want to place blame on Wendy. ¡°By the way, please include land-use planning in your report.¡± Roland knocked on the map behind him. ¡°Now that the threat in the Great Snow Mountain has been ruled out, all the area in the west can be used. With the help of Leaf, Misty Forest can serve as a natural barrier protecting our left flank.¡± On the map, the Barbarian Land could be divided into three parts. From left to right, they were: Misty Forest, Neverwinter grassland and the Impassable Mountain Range. Misty Forest looked like an inverted triangle, occupying almost half of the Barbarian Land with its vertex located at the snow mountain of the Western Region. The Redwater River that originated in the mountain and flowed through the border area of Neverwinter could be considered one side of the triangle whilst another side started from the vertex and headed to the Dragonspine Mountains in the north. This triangle formed a large buffer zone for the city. At present, Leaf could cover the entire western section of the Redwater River and thus provided a safety net for the concrete boat platoons to transport coal and forest resources back to the city. Aware of the situation there, Barov readily accepted Roland¡¯s request. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I think we need to tell the public about the demons¡¯ origin as soon as possible,¡± Wendy said. ¡°Otherwise, our people will easily get panicked when seeing them suddenly. As you usually say, propaganda job is the most vital part of our administration. If we don¡¯t work to control the public opinion, some evil-minded people may take advantage of the people¡¯s fear.¡± ¡°I agree,¡± Alethea who appeared on the light curtain added. ¡°Although common people have limited personal ability, together they can form a noteworthy strength. Fear resembles a whip. Most of the time, it¡¯s daunting, but it can also be used as a driving force for us if we handle it properly.¡± The early appearance of the demons disrupted Roland¡¯s original propaganda plan which was scheduled for after the unification of Graycastle and his enthronization ceremony. He thus chose to leave this problem to Barov. ¡°You decide the content and the propaganda means by yourself. Remember to make sure that all the subjects understand that demons are enemies of the whole humanity and that we¡¯ll fight against them till death. Meanwhile, you should emphasize that in the face of guns and cannons, demons are nothing different from demonic beasts, no matter how hideous they look.¡± ¡°As for the rumor mongers and troublemakers,¡± Roland sneered and looked at the two police chiefs, Vader and Rene Medde, ¡°I think I don¡¯t need to tell you what to do with them.¡± They hastened to nod. ¡°Of course, Your Majesty.¡± Once Neverwinter finished discussing the wartime order and the related policies, Pasha raised a question which was likewise the greatest concern for everyone. ¡°How are you going to attack the demons near the Taquila ruins?¡± ¡°The safest way is to set up artillery positions near it to destroy the demons¡¯ Red Mist supply equipment.¡± Roland measured roughly on the map with his fingers. ¡°Now our Longsong Cannon can hit targets 10 kilometers away. After some adjustment, it¡¯ll shoot even farther. Without Red Mist, the demons in the ruins will quickly die.¡± Roland did not brag about his weapons at all. Considering the operational convenience and the limited transportation capacity, he had not adopted 152mm caliber for the first generation Longsong Cannons. As a result, they could not match an ideal cannon whose caliber was 152mm in many respects. However, he was able to quickly convert them by enlarging their chambers and using separate-loading ammunition instead of fixed ammunition. By doing so, their range would be remarkably increased even if the other parts of the cannons, such as the barrels and wheels, remained unchanged. ¡°Got it. Your Majesty, the Taquila witches are willing to fight this battle for you.¡± Taquila survivors were undoubtedly the most aggressive ones in the Battle of Divine Will. They would take the lead without any hesitation when combating demons. ¡°But, I still need to solve a few key problems to implement that plan.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°Without adequate preparation, it¡¯s hard for us to gain a foothold when faced with an attack from the demons.¡± He retracted his hand and flicked his finger at the spot of the North Slope Mine. ¡°The first issue is how to solve the transportation problem.¡± Chapter 921 Chapter 921: The Locomotive Era (Part ¢ñ) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The North Slope Mine of Neverwinter was going to witness a great event. A new railway linking the ore stacking yard and the furnace area was being cleaned for the last time. Different from the iron coated wooden rails in the mine, the new railway was wider and could support heavier cargo loads. It was made of pure steel and looked very heavy. The amount of steel used to build it was enough to make the armor and swords for a regular knightage, but now it was fixed on the ground and exposed to wind and rain. Any lord of this era would think of this construction as an enormous waste of iron and believe that only a spendthrift would leave metal to rot like this. When Roland led the conference participants to the ore stacking yard, most of the officials were astonished by the railway and begun to stir since not every department in City Hall knew the details of what it was. The officials from the Longsong Area stood agape while fixing their eyes on it. It impressed everyone with its imposing size and its aura of strength, even if most of them had no idea what it was used for. They would never believe that their king who had greatly surprised them so many times during the past years was a spendthrift, but they could hardly recover from their shock. In their view, laying cast steel bars on the ground was no different from using gold royals to pave a road. This was cast steel which could be sold at a high price in any city. However, Neverwinter could afford to build such a railway. After the blast furnace for ironmaking and the converter for steelmaking were completed, Neverwinter¡¯s industrial foundation no longer relied so heavily on the witches¡¯ power. The converter still needed Anna to heat and melt the iron for the first step, but it was much more advanced than the ¡°Star of Steel¡±. It could be called a miracle in this era. The smelting industry of the North Slope Mine had also been significantly upgraded due to the reconstruction efforts made by the Ministry of Construction. With the help of Lotus, they had taken bold actions to blast away the ceiling of the mine. By doing so, they had made part of the mining area a huge open pit and most of it was an iron mine. Neverwinter¡¯s steelmaking industry had stepped on a brand new stage in the last year. In Graycastle, its monthly steel output was greater than all the other cities¡¯ combined. This result was within Roland¡¯s expectation. He took it for granted that modern factories would be far more efficient than blacksmiths. Otherwise, he would not have worked so hard to create the industrial equipment. As for the railway here, it was part of his experiment of using a railway to connect the mining area, the smelting area, and the wharf. As the narrow-gauge rail did not differ from the broad-gauge rail in terms of material usage and load-carrying capacity, he made 1.5 meters the standard railroad width. The number was easy to remember and building roadbeds for this width of railroad was within the reach of Lotus¡¯ ability. The sleepers were cut out of wood logs and the ballast was from rubble collected during the mine reconstruction. The railway looked exactly like a railroad in modern times. But it was still a half done project. Because no factory had been involved in this project yet, Anna had used her Blackfire to process and install the railway for the experiment by herself. Since the Graycastle unification war, the construction of the other half of the railway had remained suspended. To further satisfy the officials¡¯ curiosity, Roland instructed the workers to unveil something that was placed at the end of the railway. When the canvas, which was dusty and covered with fallen leaves was removed, the people saw a black steel vehicle standing right in front of them. ¡°Your Majesty, is it a¡­ steamer carriage?¡± Petrov, the governor of the Longsong Area, stuttered in amazement. Roland was not at all surprised by Petrov¡¯s thought. With more and more steam engines being put into use in Neverwinter, the officials were getting familiar with these cumbersome, but powerful machines and even actively adopted them in some traditional fields, such as irrigating the farmlands and loading and unloading cargo on the wharf. Given that, they immediately recognized the steam engine which was shaped like a barrel and installed in a steel frame in the main part of the vehicle. In the beginning, the factories producing steam engines and the accessory equipment had only been able to handle orders from Roland, but now they could also handle some requests from City Hall. City Hall¡¯s orders usually had special demands, but the factories could easily meet them by changing the combination of gears, shafts and engine holders. Roland considered this change to be a good start. The people of this era were becoming more proactive in creating things. He thought that the reason why Petrov called the vehicle a steamer carriage was that the concrete boats driven by steam engines were called paddle steamers. It sounded like an acceptable name but Roland did not want to give up the naming rights. After all, it was a vehicle of era-making significance. From its birth, it had a profound influence on the world, even though its first prototype was slower than a horse-drawn carriage. It had many different shapes and engines during its development, but its name remained unchanged. ¡°It¡¯s a train.¡± Roland corrected Petrov. ¡°It¡¯s the key to solving the transportation problem.¡± ¡°Do you mean that you want to build a railroad like this one across the grassland for a¡­ train?¡± Barov had a hard time getting his tongue around the new word. ¡°What if the demons suddenly attack the workers and cause trouble for the railway construction project?¡± ¡°First of all, I want to build two railways side by side to ensure a smooth flow of traffic. Secondly, I¡¯m not proposing building a railroad across the grassland. I intend to build one that starts from the Misty Forest and then turns to the east at a spot near the Taquila ruins.¡± Roland told everyone his plan. ¡°By doing so, Leaf can protect our railroad system from the demonic beasts during the Months of Demons every year. As for the demons¡­ it¡¯s a close contest between us. Any place we can get to by train can be our battleground since the train can transport enough cannons and shells for us. Even if the demons manage to destroy some sections of our railroad system under heavy shellfire, we can still solve the traffic problem by building and repairing the railways at a higher speed.¡± He had discussed the construction speed problem with the Advisery Department. They found that they could build the railway sections between the Misty Forest and the Taquila ruins faster than the sections on the grassland, despite the former being longer than the latter. This was because the former sections were located in the forest controlled by Leaf. With her help, the weed and vines would clear the ground for the construction workers, saving them the trouble of doing it themselves, which was tremendously helpful to them. She could also create slopes for water drainage and structure the forest to help Hummingbird transport the construction materials. Lotus would be in charge of building the roadbed for the railways. The Ministry of Construction would send workers to pave the ballast, install the crossties and railways, and Anna would seamlessly weld the metal parts together. With everyone working together, they would be able to complete the railway sections between the forest and the Taquila ruins before the end of the winter. When that happened, the Taquila ruins would be within the range of the Longsong Cannons. Chapter 922 Chapter 922: The Locomotive Era (Part ¢ò) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°In just half a year¡­ Will it really be possible for us to extend the railway deep into the Barbarian Land?¡± Hearing Roland¡¯s plan, Barov, who had already witnessed many ¡°miracles¡±, still widened his eyes in disbelief. ¡°It took the Ministry of Construction more than half a year to complete an ordinary road linking the Border Area and the Longsong Area, and this Kingdom Main Street was less than one-fifth of the distance between the forest and Taquila. Are you sure that Mr. Karl will be able to complete such a task?¡± The officials began to whisper among themselves. The Kingdom Main Street was the first large-scale construction project Roland had initiated after Longsong Stronghold merged with Border Town. It had employed about 2,000 workers and had been considered a waste of resources by many people back then. Now this new railroad project was even more unbelievable. Considering its limited construction period, many officials believed that it would be an impossible mission, even if all the workers in Neverwinter were to be hired for this project. Karl Van Bate, the Minister of Construction, remained silent and seemed to be racking his brain for a proper solution. Roland was clear about their concern. At present, there were many ongoing construction projects in the city. They were justifiably worried that the expense of this railway project would be too enormous for the city¡¯s limited resources. However, in fact, as compared to the road¡¯s cement pavements which needed high-quality materials and roller compaction, the railway¡¯s roadbed building and ballast pavement were much easier. As for the final step of installing the rails, it only looked complicated, but it was actually the fastest step of the entire construction process. Roland had watched Anna¡¯s demo of welding the metal parts with Blackfire. She could weld a bar to two tracks at once, and the average time for welding each joint was less than 10 seconds. In comparison to the traditional bolts or the hot-melting connections used in the modern world, her ability not only substantially improved the wielding quality but also saved a lot of manpower and material. Roland felt that her work couldn¡¯t be any more perfect. The experimental railway in front of everyone was an almost seamless rail made by Anna. To compensate for the distortions that could be caused by thermal expansion, there were still invisible gaps left in between the tracks, but on the surface, they were seamless. This meant that when the train was running on these tracks, the passengers inside it would not experience the frequent shaking or hear the constant clatter that were part of modern trains. Ana had finished welding this section of the tracks in just half a day. This was why Roland made the construction period for the railroad project so short. Leaf probably needed only five days to place the crossties and rails in a section of a given length, while the workers used to take 10 days to build and pave a roadbed of an equal length. Meanwhile, Anna needed just one day to weld the same section of railroad. She had ample time and was able to take it slow. Maggie could take her to work in the morning and bring her back to the castle in time for lunch. Roland did not want to explain the details of the witches¡¯ abilities to the officials, since not everyone knew the witches well. Meanwhile, he predicted that the construction period could be even shorter if he could find some relevant witches from Sleeping Island who were willing to offer help for the project. However, he had not yet had a chance to ask Tilly about her witches¡¯ abilities, since he had gone straight to the wolf girl and then to the meeting immediately after he had arrived at Neverwinter. Seeing Roland ignore Barov¡¯s question, the officials turned their eyes to the train. In contrast to the seamless rail, which appeared very futuristic, the train itself seemed to be an antique. Its steam locomotive was divided into two parts. The front part consisted of a fourth generation steam engine and a transmission device, and the rear part was a coal car. A driver¡¯s cabin was located between these two parts, from where the drivers could control the speed of the train, add coal to the boiler, and blow the steam whistle. Due to the interruption caused by the Gyaycastle unification war, this steam locomotive was still just an unfinished prototype, yet it was already much better than the first generation steam locomotives of the world where Roland had lived before. Its steam engine adopted crankshafts instead of flywheels and drive belts. Instead of gears, which could easily get stuck, a mechanical linkage which moved seamlessly was utilized to connect the wheels on both sides of the locomotive to the engine. Roland had simplified his design for the locomotive as much as possible. As a result, it looked as if he had just patched all the main components together. When compared to a modern train, it had numerous defects. It had no mechanical brake and needed manpower to turn the capstan to stop the train. As the drivers¡¯ cabin was on the connecting beam that linked the front and rear parts of the locomotive engine, the drivers would be disturbed by the constant shaking and vibrations caused by the steam engine when driving the train. It was not equipped with any electrical device, so the drivers and the other workers on the train had to blow the steam whistle or shout to each other to communicate. However, it was already the best design possible based on the current technological capabilities of Neverwinter. He had to build this prototype first, and then gradually improve it, just like what he had done with the first generation steam engine. ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯s the carrying capacity of this thing?¡± Kyle Sichi, the Minister of Chemical Industry, asked with curiosity. ¡°Is it any higher than that of a concrete boat?¡± ¡°I think its cargo capacity should be almost five or six times that of a concrete boat.¡± Roland was satisfied seeing the surprised looks on the officials¡¯ faces. ¡°But this is just the beginning. With technical progress, it¡¯ll be able to carry cargo which needs 100 concrete boats to transport at once.¡± ¡°A, A hundred?¡± Barov swallowed hard. As the City Hall Director, he was well aware of the meaning of the number. ¡°So¡­ what about its speed?¡± Petrov asked in a trembling voice. ¡°I¡¯m not sure. I¡¯m still waiting for the test results, but it definitely won¡¯t be slower than a concrete boat.¡± In this era, horse-drawn carriages and some other pack animals were the principal forms of transportation on land. On the bumpy and soft ground, their transportation efficiency was low. Besides, carriages did not have any rubber tires or any other kind of shock absorption measures, so their wooden wheels often got shattered by the repeated shaking on the road. Under such circumstances, the Kingdom of Graycastle used ships as the main mode of transportation. In the inland rivers, the steam-powered boats, which did not need to move with the help of the wind, quickly outshone the traditional sailing ships. Given that, in the view of the officials, the concrete boats were already extremely fast and efficient carriers. Hearing that a train would be able to travel faster and carry more cargo than a concrete boat, they fell into silence. They instinctually wanted to deny such a possibility but felt reluctant to do so, since they were afraid that it might turn out to be true. Seeing the bewildered officials, Roland could not help but feel proud. If he had told them such a thing two years ago, he would have been regarded as a lunatic. As the war was fast approaching now, and he had failed to improve the boats, he wanted to use this new invention he built to boost his subjects¡¯ morale. After all, he had not exaggerated the strength of the train. After all, the steam engine was only the first generation of industrial power sources. Once the trains could be equipped with internal combustion engines, they would become the dominant mode of transportation on land. ¡°Your Majesty, could you please show us how it works?¡± Barov asked after a while. ¡°Yes, but not now. It still lacks some key components. We need another week to complete it.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°According to the plan you gave to the Ministry of Construction before the unification war, you intend to use the railway to connect the mine to the wharf, right?¡± Barov asked. ¡°Yes.¡± Roland sensed that Barov had something else to say. ¡°Such a powerful vehicle will boost our people¡¯s morale and greatly help the City Hall in our war propaganda work,¡± Barov spoke out his idea. ¡°Is it alright to let all your subjects witness this incredible scene on the day of the train¡¯s test run?¡± Roland immediately understood what kind of propaganda effect Barov wanted to achieve and was pleased to see that his City Hall Director had learned to guide the people¡¯s opinion during these years. ¡°As you wish,¡± he smiled and said. Chapter 923 Chapter 923: A Deliberate Provocation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A shrill alarm rang and grabbed everyone¡¯s attention. ¡°Woo¡ªwoo¡ª¡± Everyone stood agape. It was the highest alert again! Wendy was the first one to recover from the shock. ¡°Your Majesty, please retreat to the castle right now!¡± However, Roland did not move since he was greatly surprised by Tilly and Ashes, who came close to him swiftly after hearing the alert. The Extraordinary stood in front of them and Tilly grabbed his wrist. He felt something as cold as a metal around his wrist. He looked down and saw the ring on Tilly¡¯s finger shining a bright blue light. Obviously, she was ready to fly with him down into the mining area in case of emergency. Somehow Roland forgot about the danger and focused his mind on Tilly. Unlike Nightingale who trusted him wholeheartedly, Tilly had not yet recognized him as her brother. She was too smart to be deceived. She called him brother just to maintain good relations with him. In fact, there was still an invisible barrier between them, and because of Tilly¡¯s attitude, Ashes always seemed a little restrained in front of him. He was unable to explain to Tilly that what Prince Roland had done to her back in the palace had nothing to do with him. Given that, he had lied to her and never expected much from her. However, now he felt relieved. He found that he had already won her trust and recognition as an ally, even if she might still have a doubt about his identity. ¡°Yes, this place is too close to the city wall at the border. Your Majesty, please leave here as soon as possible!¡± ¡°Guards, where are the guards?¡± ¡°Come, clear the way for His Majesty!¡± The officials also came to their senses now and started to shout. The people¡¯ voices, together with the alert, turned the scene into pure chaos. The noises recalled Roland from his reflections. Seeing such a tense situation, he could not help knitting his eyebrows and thought, ¡°Maybe the frontier guards have already spotted some demons?¡± He looked to the west and was lost in thought. ¡°Now that Sylvie is on the watch for demons, the alarm can¡¯t be false. And the frontier guards¡¯ highest alert must be about the demons. I heard that they should remain dormant for some time since they don¡¯t have enough Red Mist. Did their supplies arrived at the Taquila ruins recently?¡± He wanted to go to the city wall to have a look personally, but he quickly gave up the idea. He did not want to increase the burden for the frontier guards since Nightingale and the main force of the First Army had not arrived yet. When they walked down the North Slope Mountain, he summoned Wendy and said to her, ¡°Regardless of the situation, send me any news from the City Wall as soon as you receive it.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Wendy promised with a solemn face. ¡­ Watching the enemies approaching quickly, Sylvie felt her hands were wet. It was not the first time for her to see demons, but they still made her feel stressed out. ¡°One, two, three, four, five, six.¡± She counted the number of the Devilbeasts who were flying toward Neverwinter in a horizontal line. In the Eye of Magic, every detail of the enemies was clearly discernible. Just like Alethea had mentioned, not every Devilbeast took a Mad Demon on its back. Two of them looked just like pack horses and carried bone vessels which looked like bumps on their backs. She zoomed in and saw the Red Mist surging inside the bumps. Obviously, they were their mist tanks for this long-distance raid. But¡­ why are the demons launching an attack so early? For the moment, they should stay close to the God¡¯s Stone mineral vein at the Taquila ruins, waiting for the Bloody Moon. Sylvie was bewildered by the sudden appearance of the demons. Fortunately, the frontier guards¡¯ quick response made her feel relieved. They had already removed the cannon covers and gotten ready for the combat. If the enemies continued to fly in this direction, they would come within the cannons¡¯ range in seven or eight minutes. ¡°Miss Sylvie, someone called to ask which direction the enemies were heading for. And if they plan to enter the city, can you estimate which blocks they will fly over?¡± The guard who was in charge of communication asked. In order to transmit the information about the enemies¡¯ situation on time, Roland had moved the wind-up telephone prototype, which had been made in the backyard of the North Slope Mountain, to the city wall. Apart from the telephone line linking Neverwinter and Longsong Stronghold, it was the first telephone line in the city. Limited by the length, the telephone at the other end of the line was installed at the entrance of the Third Border City. Roland had arranged two guards to assist Sylvie in communication and had sent two God¡¯s Punishment Witches to protect her. ¡°Road No.5 or No.9,¡± Sylvie wiped the sweat from her hands. ¡°But they may also fly toward the square. There¡¯re still some people left behind.¡± She was worried that once the Devilbeasts rushed into the crowded market, the consequences would be disastrous. ¡°I got it.¡± The guard picked up the phone and repeated what Sylvie had to the person at the other end of the telephone line. ¡°Wait!¡± Sylvie suddenly raised her voice. ¡°They¡¯re ascending!¡± ¡°Are they planning to fly over the city wall?¡± The guard was anxious. ¡°But they slowed down at the same time. Now the guards on top of the city wall should be able to see them directly.¡± Before she finished her sentence, she heard the vague noise of gunshots coming through the phone. The guards of the city wall were elite soldiers of the First Army, who had taken part in the snow mountain exploration. They remained calm at the sight of the demons. Several teams took turns to fire and tried to maintain a low rate of fire in an attempt to conserve bullets. At this moment, Sylvie noticed a problem. For the guards, hitting targets in the sky was much harder that shooting down some demonic beasts or God¡¯s Punishment Warriors on the ground. As they were unable to predict the enemies¡¯ movements in the sky, they had no idea which angle they should use. As a result, the Devilbeasts remained intact after several rounds of firing and now they were only about 150 meters away from the city wall They stayed more than 100 meters above the ground and thus the guards had to lift their barrels to aim at the enemies. The soldiers drastically increased their firing rate, but still failed to hit any target. At the moment, the Devilbeasts stopped flying forward and hovered in the sky. The Mad Demons¡¯ arms were swelling rapidly. ¡°No!¡± Sylvie could not help crying out. ¡°Inform the guards to retreat from the city wall as soon as possible!¡± ¡°What?¡± The guard was confused. ¡°Retreat?¡± Unfortunately, it was too late. The demons had already thrown their bone spears. In the blink of an eye, four beams of white light came down to the city wall and struck at the defenseless guards. The wall built by Lotus was unable to protect them from attacks coming from the sky. Beyond Sylvie¡¯s expectation, instead of launching the second round of attacks, the demons only emitted some weird noise after their arms withered and threw several animal skins down. After that, they turned around and flew toward the grassland. That was where they came from. This sudden attack ended just as suddenly. After a while, they disappeared over the horizon. Sylvie could not bear to see the situation of the city wall. The guards who got impaled by the bone spears were dead. No matter how hard the other soldiers shook them, they would not open their eyes again. The blood coming from their wounds formed a pool of blood under their bodies. The animal skins left by the demons were slowly falling through the air, turning out to be pictures. The most striking one among them was a portrait of a big wolf. Chapter 924 Chapter 924: An Old Trick of the Demons Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What¡¯s the meaning of these things?¡± Roland asked in a deep voice while looking at the animal skins on the table. His face was expressionless. The demons had launched a surprise attack on the city wall and had left behind a provocative message. However, now was not the time for him to react to this provocation. Furious as he was, he still tried his best to keep control of himself. The officials nervously glanced at each other, but none of them dared to answer the king¡¯s question. No one wanted to further irritate the enraged king by vocalizing the meaning of the self-explanatory pictures. Undoubtedly, the big wolf was Lorgar. The other pictures depicted common people who were down on their knees, a witch who was tied up, a city wall that was on fire, and the ruins of a city littered with corpses respectively. They looked like quick, crude drawings, but they were still easy to understand. This series of pictures was a threatening ultimatum. The demons wanted Neverwinter to hand the Wolf Girl over to them, and they asked the common people to lay down their weapons and surrender. Otherwise, they would totally annihilate the defenders and burn down the city. Roland glanced around and exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. He found that the officials had lost a lot of their fighting spirit, and some of them even looked terrified. Fortunately, none of them tried to advise him to give the witch to the demons. ¡°Your Majesty, this isn¡¯t just a threatening letter from the demons. It¡¯s a trap!¡± In the middle of this stressful atmosphere, a beam of light suddenly appeared and expanded next to a wall and then Pasha¡¯s voice rang in his head. ¡°Sylvie has told me what happened. Never believe anything the demons say. It¡¯s another one of their old tricks.¡± She sounded anxious as if she was worried that the king might make a hasty decision. Roland immediately comprehended the implications of her statement. ¡°Did something similar happen to you before?¡± ¡°To be exact, it happened to a lord of the common people,¡± Pasha said seriously. ¡°During the first Battle of Divine Will, the demons used this trick to create a divide between the common people and the witches. That was how they nibbled the Land of Dawn away step by step.¡± The ancient witch continued to explain the ¡°trap¡±. ¡°During the first Battle of Divine Will, the demons not only acted aggressively on the battleground but also plotted against the withes. They often lured a lord of a city to hand over the witches to them in exchange for postponing the attack on that city. Back then, the common people and the witches lived together peacefully. Though the witches were only a minority, they did not have to hide their abilities. As a result, they could be recognized easily.¡± ¡°Hoping to survive the war, the cities where the witches were in a weak position usually chose to make a deal with the demons. As a result, many witches who had just returned from the battlefield were caught or executed by people of their own cities. In such a situation, the estrangement between the witches and the common people was gradually aggravated, and then, after a complete betrayal, the witches broke irretrievably with the common people.¡± ¡°In the middle of the first Battle of Divine Will, two major cities located in the central part of the Land of Dawn built two coalition forces to fight against the demons. One of the coalition forces was controlled by the witches, and the other one was led by and consisted of the common people. During a fierce battle, the common people¡¯s army surrendered to the demons all of a sudden. The witches¡¯ army withdrew but was besieged by their former ally. The common people even used weapons made of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation to fight them.¡± ¡°The witches were exhausted and had lost more than half of their warriors during the previous battle against the demons. They resisted strongly but still lost. After that, the leaders of the witches were beheaded in public, and the common people sent some of the remaining witches to the demons while enslaving the rest of them.¡± ¡°The Union named this incident the ¡®Red Betrayal¡¯. We consider it a profound lesson for us. From that day on, the witches and the common people have grown apart.¡± ¡°The cities that surrendered to the demons did not survive as long as they had hoped. Forcing the common people to betray the witches was just the first step of the demons¡¯ plans. If the demons¡¯ outposts were close enough to the cities, they would never hesitate to conquer them. The Lord who initiated the ¡®Red Betrayal¡¯ was no exception. He followed the demons¡¯ orders and helped them in building mist storage towers and outposts. He even provided them with intelligence services. However, in the end, he couldn¡¯t enjoy his old age in peace. It¡¯s said that he was imprisoned in his castle by the demons and was starved to death. There were also some rumors that said that he was killed by a group of vengeful witches when he fled his domain after finding out that the demons planned to eliminate all of humanity. After the first Battle of Divine Will, human beings lost the Land of Dawn and most of our domains became uninhabitable. Since then, the sight of the Red Mist on the horizon had become a lingering nightmare.¡± ¡°The Witch Union rose from the ashes of this defeat and became the ruler of the Fertile Plains for next few hundred years.¡± At the end of the story, Roland heard a shocking rumor from Pasha. ¡°There was also hearsay among the witches in the upper levels of the Union, according to which the demons learned this trick from the human beings themselves.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Roland asked and then quickly realized that Parsha only told the rumor to him. All the officials in the hall looked startled, wondering why the king raised such a question. ¡°It was rumored that long before the beginning of the first Battle of Divine Will, back when the demons were no different from beasts, some person got in contact with them and taught them knowledge,¡± Parsha said in a low voice. ¡°A few people believed that this explained why the Senior Demons looked like human beings, but the Three Chiefs thought it was absolute nonsense and forbade the people from talking about it. As a result, only the witches in the upper level of the Union still remember this rumor.¡± Roland held his breath and tried to talk to the ancient witch through his mind, ¡°Do you believe it?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure.¡± To his surprise, Pasha was uncertain about the rumor. ¡°If it¡¯s true, then it means that we have to be extremely careful when communicating with the demons.¡± After a moment of thought, Roland asked Parsha about a specific detail of the rumor. ¡°Was the person in the story a witch or a common person?¡± Parsha sighed lightly. ¡°Some people said it was a witch and some said it was a common person.¡± ¡°What an unreliable rumor,¡± Roland thought. He agreed with the Three Chiefs of the Union on their decision to stop the rumor. After all, no matter how the demons came about to become the enemy of all of humanity, they still had to guide their followers to defeat them. He changed the subject. ¡°If a lord remained unmoved by the demons¡¯ offer, what would they do?¡± ¡°They¡¯d keep harassing him, or even send an army to the city to besiege it until the lord surrendered,¡± Pasha said. ¡°This old trick had proven to be very effective in conquering small towns and cities.¡± ¡°Do you mean to say that the demons will come back again?¡± Roland sneered. ¡°Barov.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± The City Hall Director stood up immediately. ¡°Soothe the subjects first, and then we¡¯ll hold a memorial ceremony for the soldiers who died in combat. It¡¯s the best way to raise the spirits of the mourning people.¡± Roland stressed each word with due strength. ¡°As for the demons, I¡¯ll let them know that things are different now. This isn¡¯t the first Battle of Divine Will anymore.¡± Chapter 925 Chapter 925: The Air Defense System Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland had mentioned several problems that needed to be solved. The lack of an air defense network was as big of an issue as the transportation problem. The importance of achieving air supremacy stuck in his head. He had learned this lesson from the history of the wars in his previous world. An army who had the aerial advantage was always able to launch an attack from any point at any time, and before the invention of the radar, no one on the ground was able to detect enemies coming from the vast sky, let alone defeat them. Bearing that in mind, he planned to enhance his army¡¯s air defense capabilities as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would never be able to build an artillery position near the Taquila ruins. He guessed that after Lorgar¡¯s escape from their pursuit, the demons had probably had flown to the border of the Western Region several times to investigate, and they would have likely concluded that most of the residents of Neverwinter were common people. That was why they thought they could repeat the old trick that they had used in the first Battle of Divine Will. The demons¡¯ investigation teams had somehow managed to avoid the sentry posts in the Impassable Mountain Range as well as the God¡¯s Punishment Witches who had gone deep into the Barbarian Land. If Sylvie had not taken over the scouting job, the frontier guards would not have been able to detect the approaching demons until they came near the city wall. The battle on the city wall had highlighted what was lacking in the current technology, and proven that the sky had already become the biggest vulnerability in Neverwinter¡¯s defensive line. After all, the people in this era could hardly imagine aerial forces, let alone countermeasures for aerial attacks. Roland had been pondering over the air defense problem ever since the moment he had seen the demons with their flying Devilbeasts, but he had never expected them to come to the city so early. He had not started the development of air defense weapons yet, or even finished building the Impassable Mountain ground defense line and the telephone network. The fact that the frontier guards had not been able to shoot down any demon or Devilbeast during the earlier incident did not surprise him at all. It had been his decision to use revolving rifles to fill up the blind zones of the machine guns and the cannons for now, and they had proven to be quite effective in suppressing enemies on the ground. However, resulting from the low pressure in the bore, a revolving rifle had a relatively short range and a low accuracy, which became a very serious defect against airborne enemies. Furthermore, its hit rate was low and its firepower was limited, since each of its cartridges could only contain five bullets. Last but not least, it had no suitable tripod or aiming tool for targets in the sky. With these defects, it could hardly serve as an ideal ground-to-air weapon. He felt that he had better begin to replace all the revolving rifles with bolt rifles. It was already part of his plan, but Anna was unable to mass-produce that many parts that were necessary for the large-scale production of the bolt rifles. Given that, he had only equipped the sniper team with bolt rifles for now. Fortunately, the workers had started to get familiar with the operation of the new machine tool which was put into use recently, and they were already able to assemble rifles on their own. Once they could improve their work efficiency and guarantee the quality of the products, the output of bolt rifles would be substantially increased. Though bolt rifles could shoot farther and more precisely than revolving rifles, they could hardly serve as ground-to-air weapons. Their rate of fire was even lower than the revolving rifles, and their tracer ammunition, which had a complex structure, was not easy to manufacture, especially when the ammunition production line was already working at its full capacity. Even if he began to focus on tackling the key problems for the mass production of bolt rifles now, he would need several months to achieve this goal. By the time he succeeded, the Months of Demons would already be over. Under these circumstances, he decided to create new ground-to-air firearms as the primary air defense weapons and use the bolt rifles to assist these new weapons in a fight. Based on the existing technologies, he was not able to equip his army with any kind of high-tech fire control system, so his only choice was to create a hail of bullets to stop the enemies in the sky. The easiest way of achieving this effect was to convert some of the Mark I type heavy machine guns into anti-aircraft machine guns, which had been a tried and tested solution in the modern world¡¯s history and would not increase the burden on the manufacturing and logistics sectors. A Mark I type HMG equipped with an aiming tool and an adjustable tripod would be able to shoot low-flying enemies out of the sky. In any case, his Mark I type heavy machine guns were easy to convert, as he had planned for the air defense usage in advance and had equipped them with air-cooled barrels instead of a water-cooled casing when designing these machine guns. A heavy machine gun was well-suited for hitting long-range targets, while also having a remarkably high hit rate at shorter ranges. It fired its shells extremely fast, and thus had overwhelming firepower. With these features, they could effectively suppress the spear-throwing Mad Demons who rode the flying Devilbeasts. If the city wall had been equipped with two such converted Mark I type machine guns before the previous skirmish, the outcome would have been very different. With this plan in mind, after he concluded the meeting, he immediately headed for the Arithmetic Academy instead of returning to his office. This new academy was located to the south of the Castle District, next to the chemistry laboratory. Most of the researchers working in the academy were the former Astrology Association members. Being venerated as a school of sages, it had recently been attracting quite a lot of the talented citizens who had just completed their primary schooling. It received almost 20% more job applications than the Alchemist Workshop next door. Roland speculated that the frequent explosions and accidents in the lab might also have played a part in discouraging prospective job applicants. Astrologer of Dispersion Star welcomed him in the main hall. After bowing to the king, the Chief Astrologer began heaping praise upon the profoundness and beauty of mathematics. ¡°Your Majesty, please forgive me for nagging you. That book you gave me, ¡®Analytical Geometry¡¯, must the deities¡¯ work! I had never imagined that I¡¯d be able to see the world so clearly with my mind instead of my eyes. Even if I were to one day become dim-sighted from old age and lose the ability to observe the starry sky, I would still be able to describe the world just as clearly as before. For example, now I can even describe your wavy hair, your clothes, and even your boots using numbers and symbols¡­¡± Fearing that he would go on and on, Roland interrupted him. ¡°Have you mastered all the knowledge in the book?¡± ¡°I can¡¯t say I¡¯ve mastered all of it, but I did master most of it.¡± Dispersion Star calmed himself down and continued. ¡°In the past six months, apart from the calculation missions you gave us, we¡¯ve been working on a huge project. We recorded the stars¡¯ celestial coordinates and our previous observation results in the mathematical language. Now we can be sure that the Star of Extinction, the Bloody Moon in your words, always stays at the same spot in the sky. It doesn¡¯t move at all.¡± Roland had once paid close attention to the Bloody Moon, whose coming was said to herald the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will. Now that the demons had already begun to take action, he no longer had any interest in the star. ¡°I¡¯ve come to give you a new mission. You¡¯d better finish it as soon as possible.¡± He said explicitly. ¡°It¡¯s not a pure math problem like the previous missions. You need to solve a practical problem for the First Army.¡± ¡°Do you mean creating something like the cannons¡¯ firing table?¡± ¡°It¡¯s more complicated than that,¡± Roland shook his head and said. ¡°You need to work with the craftsmen to produce a tool which can predict the movement of a target in the sky. You¡¯ll need two equations to describe this kind of movement. One describes the horizontal displacement of the target and the other describes the vertical displacement. I have a general idea of the design, but you have to determine the specific parameters through more detailed measurement and calculation.¡± What Roland wanted was an aiming tool for the new ground-to-air machine guns that could determine a target¡¯s distance and forward direction in the sky. With these parameters, a soldier could adjust the weapon to get the proper high angle and advance angle, and then riddle the flying enemy with bullets. This aiming tool was a manually operated mechanical device rather than a piece of electronic equipment, so all that the shooter needed to operate this weapon would be an accurate firing table and some basic knowledge of mathematics and geometry. Chapter 926 Chapter 926: Quitting Math for Dummies Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The anti-aircraft machine guns were just the first step to enhancing Neverwinter¡¯s air defense capabilities. The most effective way to protect the city¡¯s airspace was still building a functional air force. Back in the days when the Union had ruled the human world, witches had guarded the skies. A small number of witches endowed with a flying ability, as well as a few Extraordinaries wearing Stones of Flight, had performed this air defense task. They had been recognized as the strongest warriors of the Union, and thus their status had been higher than that of the other combat witches in the Blessed Army. According to Pasha, throughout the history of the Union, all the Three Chiefs had always been former members of this air defense troop. As for the common people who did not have the talent to use magic power or the Magic Stones, the only solution was to create a kind of machine which could serve as their wings. When that happened, they would be able to get rid of the constraints of gravity and fly up into the sky. In order to dominate the battle in the air, Neverwinter had to build up its own air forces. To achieve that goal, Roland needed to create airplanes. This was no easy job, as it involved tackling many technical problems at the same time. He was not familiar with aircraft design, and even the structure of a biplane from World War I was complicated enough to give him a headache. He was able to get away with the simplified power transmission systems and braking systems of the train for the initial prototype. However, the flight control surfaces of a plane could not be half-assed and had a much lower tolerance for error. More importantly, he had never flown a plane and thus had no idea whether the mechanical devices he created would work or not. Fortunately, he could choose another kind of aircraft¡ªthe glider. Wendy, who was able to sense wind direction and wind power accurately, could work as his test pilot. With the help of Lightning and Maggie, who could ensure Wendy¡¯s safety, he believed he would be able to write a flight manual for the operation of the gliders without risking anyone¡¯s life. ¡°Your Majesty.¡± Astrologer of Dispersion Star spoke, interrupting Roland¡¯s thoughts. ¡°I understand what you mean. The Arithmetic Academy will make this aiming tool for you as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Good.¡± Roland nodded in satisfaction. He was happy to be able to talk to this astrologer, who could immediately understand his intentions. He felt that it had really been a wise decision to bring the whole Astrology Association to the Western Region. As a school of sages, the Astrology Association also required hands-on practical ability just as the alchemists did. The astrologers were not only excellent at mathematics but also good with their hands. Since no blacksmith knew how to make a telescope, they usually designed and assembled the telescope parts by themselves. Just as Roland was about to leave, he noticed that Astrologer of Dispersion Star still seemed to have something to say. ¡°Is there anything else?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Here¡¯s a thing I can¡¯t figure out, Your Majesty.¡± The scholar cleared this throat by coughing several times. ¡°I don¡¯t understand why there¡¯s the word ¡®Intermediate¡¯ on the cover of the book, ¡®Analytic Geometry¡¯, and on every cover of the mathematics books you gave me.¡± Roland chuckled. ¡°That¡¯s the thing you want to ask?¡± ¡°Please forgive me for being so bold, if it¡¯s a thing can¡¯t be disclosed.¡± Different from Kyle Sichi, Dispersion Star had stayed in the old King¡¯s City since his birth. He had served several kings and was always on his best behavior. However, Roland could tell from his eyes that he was just as curious as the Chief Alchemist. Roland could not help but smile while recalling that he had used ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡± to lure Kyle into working for Neverwinter. In order to get his hands on the book, Kyle had recruited students, given lectures, and even taken up the post of Minister of Chemical Industry. Nevertheless, Roland felt that he would not need to repeat this carrot-and-stick trick on Dispersion Star. He explained plainly, ¡°It¡¯s because there¡¯s a book called Advanced Mathematics. It¡¯s not just about geometry or arithmetics. It¡¯s advanced mathematical theory. You can imagine the primary and intermediate books as the trunk of a tree and advanced mathematics as the top of the tree. But this book is much harder to understand, so it has another name.¡± ¡°What might that be?¡± ¡°Quitting Math for Dummies,¡± Roland answered with his hands laid out in a shrug. Obviously, Dispersion Star did not understand Roland¡¯s implication. He stared blankly at the king, and then he said, ¡°Your, Your Majesty¡­ I¡¯ll never give up, even if I have to spend the rest of my life to grasp the theory! Could you please show me¡­¡± Seeing the sincere look on the scholar¡¯s face, Roland somehow felt a little embarrassed about himself, since he had regularly dozed off in his advanced mathematics class. He cleared his throat and said, ¡°Of course. After finishing this project, you may come to the castle to get the book.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Dispersion Star knelt and replied with excitement. ¡­ After that, Roland left the Mathematics Academy for the backyard of the North Slope Mountain. Apart from the anti-aircraft machine guns, he intended to make some special weapons for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. After having spent several months together, he was firmly convinced about the Taquila survivors¡¯ burning desire to wreak havoc upon the demons. Neverwinter had to fight the demons to survive, but the Taquila witches just wanted revenge. In the hearts of the ancient witches, the demons had been the source of their pains for the past hundreds of years, the enemies who had killed their families and friends, and the nightmare they longed to get rid of. Roland felt that it would be a complete waste for these mighty warriors to use only swords and spears to fight the demons. He also noticed that they were able to fight with weapons that were too heavy to carry for conventional soldiers. This meant that he could equip them with fiercer firearms and turn them into high mobility heavy battle units. His initial plan was to design a portable Mark I type HMG for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, whose ammo box could be carried in their backpacks. With these weapons, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches would become mobile fortresses. Once they encountered a pack of demons, they could immediately turn them into Swiss cheese. However, now he had changed his mind. Some heavy machine guns were going to be converted into anti-aircraft machine guns, and a new variant of the Mark I guns would soon begin production on a large scale. In the near future, the bullet consumption speed would be incredibly fast, but based on the current efficiency of Neverwinter¡¯s bullet production, he could not ensure the supply of ammunition for so many guns. Under such circumstances, even if he were to manufacture 300 guns for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, they would not get enough bullets to be able to achieve the target effect of a walking fortress To solve this problem, he needed to create a powerful and simple weapon that used fewer bullets while also being easy to maintain. He quickly sketched the outline of the new weapon on paper. It was a grapeshot gun, a gas operated weapon with a 40mm caliber. The prominent advantage of a grapeshot gun was its wide killing range and the long-distance shots resulting from the enlarged caliber. It shot automatically and its shooter did not have to be very accurate. It could help the revolving rifles and bolt rifles in suppressing the enemies who managed to break through the cannon blockade line. It could also be adopted in a sneak attack. In such a battle, the grapeshot gun shooter could take the initiative to approach the target. Judging from the demons¡¯ fighting methods in the second Battle of Divine Will, they were still in the era of cold weapons. In a direct encounter, they usually fought hand to hand instead of throwing spears. Given that, Roland was confident that the God¡¯s Punishment Witches equipped with automatic grapeshot guns would be able to give them hell in a close combat fight. ¡­ Five days later, Sylvie spotted some Devilbeasts again. The number of enemies had doubled this time. Twelve Devilbeasts, looking like a dark cloud in the sky, were flying towards Neverwinter. Chapter 927 Chapter 927: Air Defense Battle At The Border (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland had added two short telephone lines connecting his office with the command center of the Neverwinter garrison and the Taquila survivors so that both stations could instantly contact him if the need arises. Therefore, the castle, the camp of the First Army, and the Third Border City received the news almost at the same time. ¡°This happened too soon.¡± Pasha was a little doubtful. ¡°Based on our experience, we should have had half a month or even a month before the demons would launch their second attack; especially for a city like Neverwinter since they can¡¯t arrive in one day.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Because they need time to let the panic spread. By that time, no matter how the lord of the city tries to calm his subjects, it will be all for naught. The second attack would crush the people¡¯s confidence and snuff out any remaining hope. That¡¯s why they normally waited for some time before commenced the second attack.¡± Pasha explained. ¡°The demons seem a bit hasty this time.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Roland nodded. Pasha was right. In an ancient city, people were too busy working every day just to feed themselves every day. In such a disconnected society incomparable to the one where Roland came from, five days were only long enough for the news to spread among the Rats and the patrons of a few taverns. Somehow, the old rumor seemed a bit more credible to Roland now. After all, the demons¡¯ strategy was so similar to the humans¡¯. It was highly unlikely for them to act so human-like without a human guiding them. ¡°What are you going to do?¡± Alethea chimed in. ¡°What else can I do? Just kill them all!¡± Roland said decisively. Time seemed very limited. They had only managed to add the new aiming tool on the Mark I HMG recently, and the machine gun squad they hastily assembled only had one trial, with balloons as the targets. But since many witches, including Nightingale, Lightning, and Maggie, had returned, they could now take the initiative to attack. Roland looked at Nightingale and the other witches. ¡°Just follow the plan. Remember the most important thing is¡­¡± ¡°Safety. Lightning perfectly understands!¡± The little girl raised her hand. ¡°Maggie too, coo!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll take care of these two little ones,¡± Nightingale said, smiling. ¡°Who¡¯s the little one?¡± Lightning protested, raising her chin. ¡°Of course it¡¯s you, coo.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°I¡¯m bigger than the two of you combined after transforming! Coo!¡± Maggie spread her wings. ¡°That¡¯s not what I meant!¡± The two hadn¡¯t even finished arguing before Nightingale picked them both, one girl in each arm, and went out of the meeting room. ¡°I¡¯ll leave the defense task of the city wall to the witches of the Sleeping Island,¡± Roland said to Tilly. Tilly answered without hesitation, ¡°They¡¯ll do their best.¡± ¡°Good. Then I shall stand by the phone and wait for your good news,¡± Roland said and then commanded word by word, ¡°Move! Now!¡± Pasha did not speak until Roland was alone in the room. Her voice sounded serious. ¡°Are you serious about this? The demons would change their mind once they spot so many witches, and they won¡¯t see Neverwinter as a city ruled by the common person but by witches. They would then have completely different tactics in store for us.¡± ¡°I know. You¡¯ve already warned me about that.¡± Roland exhaled softly. The ancient witch had told him about her concern when they made the defense plan. In her opinion, if the demons thought Neverwinter was a Holy City under the dominion of the Union, they would undoubtedly strengthen their defenses and attack with increasing aggression in the coming battles. In other words, they would start to view Neverwinter as an even opponent. The demons only took the witches seriously and completely disregarded the common people. ¡°I thought¡­ humans would prefer to avoid a war like this.¡± ¡°They¡¯ll come sooner or later, right?¡± Roland arose and walked up to the French window, and looked off into the direction of the border. ¡°Since that¡¯s the case, it¡¯s better to fight a battle we have prepared for instead of heading mindlessly to war. The First Army is made up of men who used to be common hunters, miners, and farmers, and the army was not exceptionally powerful in the beginning. Now that they have to face an enemy that is not in the least like the ones they faced before, every chance of confrontation would help them gain experience and prepare them for the Battle of Divine Will. The so-called elite soldiers are simply those who have survived several times on the edge of life and death.¡± ¡°I must say that your resolve has moved me.¡± Alethea whisked her tentacles. ¡°You¡¯re better than most of the common people just from this point.¡± Roland shook his head and said, ¡°Common people didn¡¯t earn the label of ¡®common people¡¯ because they¡¯re incompetent, but simply because of their large population. Therefore, their strength is often easily ignored. There¡¯re stories in the Dream World telling of tales where powerful entities, whether they be ancient gods or colossal dragons, underestimated the might of the humans, and ended up being slaughtered by mere 40 ordinary people.¡± ¡°I have never heard of such a legend.¡± ¡°But they¡¯re not entirely false. I dare say that as technology advance, we will only need 25 common people to do the same job.¡± Roland shrugged. Then he turned around and said seriously, ¡°Furthermore, we can mislead the demons by letting them believe that Neverwinter is a city ruled by the Union. They will conclude that the bizarre attacks they¡¯re about to suffer are from the witches abilities and ignore the most important point¡ªNeverwinter is neither a city ruled by a common lord nor one under the Union¡¯s rule. It is is an industrialized city that has managed to merge the essence of both.¡± *************** Fish Ball widened his eyes, and stared unblinkingly at the grassland to the North, so as not to miss any sign of the enemies. He had heard of the existence of the demons from His Majesty a year ago, but the first time he saw what they looked like was during the incident five days ago. When he witnessed the scene of the enemies¡¯ bone spears piercing through his fellow soldiers¡¯ chests, Fish Ball felt the dread he had not felt for a long time flood back over him. No human beings could attack like that. Even the demonic beasts could not threaten the city wall with that huge distance between them and the wall. For the first time since he joined the army, he met an enemy whose range of attack was comparable to that of the flintlocks. However, he failed to strike back due to the limited angle range of his weapon, which made him a conspicuous target to the enemies if he had held his ground on the wall. At that moment, Fish Ball wanted to run away. But he stayed his ground. It was, at first, his trained reflexes kicking in that prevented him from fleeing, but then, a strong feeling of fury and detestation flooded over him. He was furious about the previous deaths of his companions and his powerlessness. He used to be a wimp that was known for his cowardly nature to people in the old Border Town. People laughed at him wherever he went, and for a time, he nearly believed that he was a real coward. But that all changed the day Van¡¯er had tricked him to join the then-new Militia with two eggs. In the first confrontation with the demonic beasts on the wall, he was so scared that he peed his pants, but ever since he returned from the wall that day, no one had laughed at him anymore. Now, Van¡¯er was already promoted to the head of Artillery Battalion, yet he was merely transferred from the Flintlock Squad to the Machine Gun Squad and became a squad captain. Fish Ball had neither gripe nor jealousy, for he knew that Van¡¯er was much more capable than him. Van¡¯er even had guts to speak in front of His Majesty, and that was something he would never dare do. But that did not mean that he did not want to be a better person. Ever since he decided to serve His Majesty, he had witnessed things far beyond his imagination. He had traveled on a concrete ship that could make its way upstream without sails, and he had attacked the nobles¡¯ capital city. He had also helped defeat the arrogant Church of Hermes and claimed the desert of the south in Graycastle for his King. He had already seen so many things. So why should he be afraid of the demons? Suddenly the observer shouted, ¡°Attention. Suspicious targets spotted at 10 o¡¯clock!¡± In the same instant, Fish Ball also noticed some indistinct black spots on the horizon. He pulled off the rifle bolt of the Mark I and raised its muzzle towards the sky. No one knew that he was still ashamed of what had happened five days ago. Only the blood of the enemies could help him was this disgraceful memory away. Chapter 928 Chapter 928: Air Defense Battle At The Border (Part II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Targets confirmed. The demons are coming!¡± ¡°They¡¯re heading this way!¡± ¡°They¡¯re coming from two directions. Demons also spotted at 12 o¡¯clock!¡± The observers of the different squads took turns watching their targets through the telescope, giving warnings continuously. Fish Ball¡¯s eyes were glued to the second group of enemies that appeared in the shooting area he was assigned to. The demons in his field of vision were tiny as the leaves flying in the wind, and only when the devilbeast flapped its wings could they tell the difference between them and regular birds. Having learned by heart the firing procedures, Fish Ball placed one of the demons in his aiming reticule and then adjusted the heading indicator of the aiming tool. The new aiming tool on top of the gun looked very odd. It contained two concentric rings: One was equipped with a Devilbeast model that could spin; the other consisted of several paratactic tiny holes that could rotate with the model. Fish Ball knew nothing about the principles behind this aiming tool, but he knew that since His Majesty had designed it, it would be as fabulous as any of the other ingenious things the King had made. He spent a whole night memorizing every step he needed to go through before firing the weapon. The first step, he remembered, was to move the heading indicator, the Devilbeast model, to where it was parallel with the target. In a short amount of time, the enemy in the air as aligned with the tiny hole in the aiming ring. Right after that, he glanced at the model and shouted to his partner beside him, ¡°A quarter!¡± That meant the area of the target to that of the model was four to one, indicating that the demon was in the shooting range of the Mark I HMG. Lord Astrologer of the Dispersion Star, who assisted in training the squads, had hammered it into them that any distances judged by the naked eye were bound to result in inaccuracies; it could only serve as a rough estimate of the range to the enemy. To ensure maximum effectiveness of the Mark I, it would be safer for them to round the distance up. That sounded easy enough for Fish Ball to understand. A premature spray from the Mark I would be guaranteed to hit the target while firing too late might just waste bullets. After making the call, Fish Ball only needed to wait for his partner to find the corresponding number on the shooting table before he would pull the trigger. It only took a few seconds to finish this procedure, but the process felt excruciatingly long to him. As this was happening, everything around Fish Ball seemed to slow down for him, and the shouting sounds of his fellow soldiers in the background started to fade away. For a moment, he even heard his own rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing clearly. He could feel a slight amount of moisture in his palms. He knew that the cowardly Fish Ball was still inside him somewhere. But that only helped him steel himself for what was to come. As the demons flew steadily towards the wall, they gradually rose, going for the same pattern they executed five days ago. Now that they were at least 800 or 900 meters away, they fully extended their wings so that their bodies were as stretched out as possible. This made them such thin targets that even marksmen of the sniper team would be able to guarantee a clean shot on them. ¡°But we are different,¡± Fish Ball thought. The scholar had told him of many principles, most of which was beyond Fish Ball¡¯s understanding. But he had remembered one point very clearly. ¡°Once the enemies are close enough to throw spears, you¡¯re free to aim and fire. But before they get in that range, you don¡¯t need to worry about hitting the enemies but rather just send as many bullets as you can in their path and wait for them to fly into the bullets.¡± ¡°Use the fifth hole!¡± At this moment, his squadmate behind him shouted. Fish Ball took a deep breath and raised the muzzle, ¡°placing¡± the Mad Demon that he was aiming at in the fifth hole and pulled the trigger as hard as he could. Suddenly, a gush of flame flashed out of the muzzle. The sound of gunfire was ear-piercing, and it seemed to have resumed the flow of time which had previously appeared to slow down. Almost simultaneously, the other squads had also started to open fire. The area atop the city wall instantly heated up. This all felt rather bizarre to Fish Ball. The muzzle of the Mark I was not aimed at the demons but a vacant space in front of them. No one knew if they would hit the target. All they could do was keep their fingers tightly on the trigger, and pray for the best as the cartridge box was emptied one bullet after another. Fortunately, this did not last long. After three seconds or so, a ¡°flower¡± of red bloomed among the group of demons at their 12 o¡¯clock. Along with the explosion of red, Fish Ball could also see a half-broken wing and body parts flying everywhere. The Devilbeast that had been shot were jolted and spun in mid-air, like pieces of thin paper being crumpled up. It was only then that Fish Ball got a rough view of the demon¡¯s appearance. However, from the scattering limbs, he did not spot any body parts resembling those of the Mad Demons. This unlucky devilbeast must have been one of the ones who were responsible for carrying the red mist canisters. Subsequently, two Devilbeasts swayed away midair and dropped down like stones. Fish Ball could not tell from their movement whether they had been urgently dodging the bullets or seriously injured. But they failed to recover their speed and smashed directly onto the grassland. Apparently, the sight inspired the soldiers, who started to cheer rapturously. ¡°And another one! Partner, well done!¡± ¡°Air Defense Squad, it¡¯s all yours now!¡± ¡°Come on, kill those nasty things!¡± ¡°Long live King Roland!¡± The demons seemed to sense something wrong. They started to disperse and accelerate, charging towards the wall without any sign of retreat! ¡°Three fourths!¡± Fish Ball grabbed the gun handle tightly and kept adjusting the shooting direction. ¡°No¡­ four fourths!¡± The enemy in his vision was the same size as the model, meaning that the enemy was now within spear-chucking range. ¡°Open Fire!¡± the observator shouted, ¡°All gunners, fire at will!¡± The soldiers armed with revolving rifles also joined and opened up at the approaching devilbeasts. All the guns were blasting away, cracking continuously at the wall. Four devilbeats were already shot down, however, ever since the enemies became aware of their attack and started to dodge the shots, few bullets succeeded in hitting them. At this moment, Fish Ball noticed a Devilbeast dart through the sky and dove towards him. As the deformed monster was snarling down at him from the air, he could faintly see that the Mad Demon on raised up a bone spear and aimed it at him. A piercing chill instantly rose from the soles of his feet, crept through his body, and caused his hands to tremble involuntarily. Now that the demon in his vision was bigger than the model, he didn¡¯t have to estimate how far the demon was anymore, for this distance was short enough for the bullet fired by Mark I to maintain a perfectly straight trajectory through the air. All he needed to do now was to raise the muzzle, aim, and keep firing until the demon¡¯s body was riddled with bullets. But, that spear would also pierce through his body without mercy. Flee or die. The familiar feeling crawled up like a shadow, and the cowardly Fish Ball seemed to have grabbed him by his hands. ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡ª!¡± In the next moment, Fish Ball bellowed, ¡°Go away. I¡¯m no longer¡ª¡ª¡ª!¡± At the same instant, the barrel of the gun spat out flames of death toward the demon. The bullets released from the gun whistled toward the demon, tore through its muscles, shattered its bones, and ricocheted in the demon¡¯s body before exiting the other side. The impact was so intense that its body swelled a little as its guts were smashed to smithereens. The Mad Demon threw the bone spear at the moment the bullets flew into him. Fish ball had foreseen his ending when he pulled the trigger. But he did not let go of his finger. He stood firm even though he was trembling violently with fear. ¡°¡ªa coward!¡± Bang! Just one meter away in front of Fish ball, the shadow-like bone spear shattered as it flew into a semi-transparent barrier that had appeared out of nowhere. The barrier only shook a little but otherwise remained intact. Fish Ball finally came to himself and realized that a short-haired and short witch had appeared on the battlements, and blocked the spear with her incredible power. ¡°What are you shouting for?¡± She let out a long breath and slowly withdrew her hands. Then she turned around and smiled at him. ¡°Of course you aren¡¯t.¡± Chapter 929 Chapter 929: Air Defense Battle At The Border (Part III) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Sylvie, who was observing the battle, could finally breathe out a sigh of relief. The Mad Demons¡¯ first volley this time did not cause as much damage as compared with their previous attack. With the help of the witches of the Sleeping Island, the spears were either blocked or strangely missed their targets. Only one spear managed to hit a heavy machine gun and shatter it, blasting the splinters everywhere. The explosion forced the squad to cease fire temporarily, but none of the soldiers were fatally wounded. Nana would be able to heal them all as long as they held on until the end of the battle. The Mad Demons had to let their swollen arms recover before they could attack again, while the First Army could just keep firing. The longer the demons stayed in one spot, the easier a target they became for the First Army gunners. Sylvies knew then that the enemies¡¯ defeat was inevitable. The demons seemed to sense that too. As a horn rang out, the surviving Devilbeasts scrambled to turn around and accelerated away towards the west. Compared to the evasive movements the devilbeasts displayed when attacking, the beeline they made in the air after turning tails turned them into easy targets for the soldiers. The hail of bullets managed to snap off one escaping Devilbeast¡¯s wing. The beast then fell into the Misty Forest with its body bent in an odd angle. By now, there were only five flying Devilbeasts left, and only three carried the Mad Demons. Sylvie informed the last of the Neverwinter attackers, who were currently lying in ambush about this information through the Sigil of Listening. They were the last nail in the coffin for these demons. ¡°Copy that,¡± said a familiar voice from the other end of the Sigil. ¡°I¡¯m on it. Enjoy the show of a great explorer!¡± ¡°Be careful¡­¡± Before Sylvie could even finish, sounds of wind whooshing past already blocked out the rest of her words. That was a signal of falling from the high sky, and an omen of death for the enemies. The last thing the demons controlling the devilbeasts expected was that someone would attack them from above. They were proud of their natural ability to strike from the air. However, in the face of the witches above the clouds, the odds were not in their favor this time. Lightning accelerated so fast that the goggles started to crack. 120 kilometers per hour! That¡¯s almost twice as fast as Maggie in the Devilbeast form. If she flew any faster, the turbulent airflow would very likely blow away her wind goggles. What she needed to do now was no different than what she did to blow up the king¡¯s city. Adjusting the horizontal direction of the ¡°bomb¡± so that it would hit the flying demons. But, the ¡°bomb¡± she carried this time was Ashes. It was a tentative decision to add an Extraordinary in the battle. Ashes could fly with the help of the Stone of Flight, but she could not fight while she was controlling the stone. It would be a waste to leave such a mighty warrior on the ground, so they finally came to a solution where the little girl would carry Ashes to attack the enemies. This operation turned out to be surprisingly smooth. Ashes could keep floating in the air by her will so that she would not be a burden to Lightning, and at the same time, the Extraordinary¡¯s body was strong enough to bear the violent airflow due to high-speed flight. As they broke through the thick clouds, their vision suddenly cleared up. The five Devilbeasts Sylvie had told them about appeared in front of them. The enemies were still unaware of what was happening above them. Lightning mustered all her strength and threw Ashes towards one of them. Ashes unsheathed her long sword and slashed at the demon head-on. It was not until the demon had heard the blade whistling through the air did it finally become aware of the danger that was fast approaching. But by then, it was too late. The demon swelled its arm and put the spear in an attempt parry the strike, but Ashes¡¯ slash was unstoppable. Her sword cut through the spear before cleaving the demon in half. The last thing the demon saw was the Extraordinary¡¯s pair of golden eyes. The rest of the demons were startled, and they screamed out as they made their devilbeats swerve to the sides. They all raised the spear, ignoring the Devilbeast whose master had just been slaughtered. At that moment, a terrifying roar distracted them. ¡°Woo¡ª¡ªOoo¡ª¡ª!¡± The giant Devilbeast that Maggie had transformed into dashed out of the thick clouds and swooped towards the demons. The enemies could not help but put their focus on the gigantic Maggie instead of Ashes. They knew that it was not a real Devilbeast, for they could see a witch on its back. Two spears hurled by the demons sped towards Maggie like a pair of shadows. The next second, the Devilbeast suddenly vanished and the spears passed through thin air. The demons then saw a white pigeon floating proudly where the Devilbeast had been. ¡°Coo!¡± Just in a flash, Nightingale showed up in front of the enemies. Although the peculiarness of the misty world had restricted her movement in the air so that she could not act as freely as she could on the ground, she would not let any enemy within one ¡°flash¡± escape. As long as the enemy was pulled in the misty world, Nightingale would dominate the battle. Without God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, the demon would never see her. The Devilbeast¡¯ narrow back was as large as a town square to her. While Nightingale shot down the demon with her revolver, she pulled the reins on the devilbeast that is now masterless and had it crash into the last devilbeast still with a rider. The Mad Demon atop the last beast attempted a desperate struggle and threw two spears towards NIghtingale while paralyzing its own arm. As the Magic Stone was flashing blue, it did not only drain the demon¡¯s magic power but also made half of its body wither up. Nightingale, however, did not even dodge the spears. She merely turned the black and white world upside down so that the sky became the ground, she then stood on the abdomen of the Devilbeast who, instead, took the spear for her. The turbulent misty world also concealed Nightingale and her mount. Then abruptly, the Devilbeast, controlled by Nightingale, smashed into the last pair of the enemies. The misty world absorbed the demon in instantly. This was a strange world for the demon, and the distorted space and lighting of this world instantly distracted it. By the time the demon realized what had happened, the borderlines that were fine as silver yarn flooded over it like a tsunami. When the enemies reappeared, both the Devilbeasts and the Mad Demon had been minced into pieces, and their remains showered down to the ground below. Maggie re-transformed into the beast and quickly caught Nightingale who was falling, while Lightning flew to catch Ashes, who had finished dealing with the other Devilbeast. ¡°Two to one, I win.¡± Nightingale showed two fingers to the Extraordinary. Ashes shrugged without a comment. After they landed safely on the ground, Lightning produced the Sigil of Listening from her bag. ¡°Sylvie, can you find the other two escaped Devilbeasts?¡± There was a moment of silence before Lightning heard the answer. ¡°Yes, I see them. They are about 2,500 meters away to the Northeast of you.¡± ¡°Great, please guide me there.¡± ¡°You want to go alone?¡± ¡°No, Maggie¡¯ll go with me. Don¡¯t worry,¡± Lightning said as she clapped her chest. ¡°They¡¯re just two beasts without a master.¡± ¡°Noone will escape!¡± Maggie returned to a pigeon, fluttered to the top of the little girl, and said with her erect bird head. ¡°Be careful with the red mist cans. Remember not to come into contact with the mist.¡± Nightingale warned. ¡°Retreat immediately if you see any new enemies,¡± Ashes added. ¡°Got it. You can count on me!¡± Lightning raised a thumb and took off with Maggie, heading to where the enemies were fleeing. ¡­ Chapter 930 Chapter 930: A Letter from the City Hall Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After waiting by the telephone for an hour and a half, Roland finally received the final battle report. The witches who were responsible for the ambush did not let any demons escape, and they also seized a lot of cans containing the red mist. Also, they acquired the corpses of the enemies shot down by the air defense squad, and Leaf also captured the final surviving Mad Demon was wandering around the Misty Forest. All in all, they had gained more from this battle than he had expected. First, and most importantly, the victory had boosted First Army¡¯s morale. The battle had let them realize that even though the demons were not an enemy that could be easily defeated like the knights or wild demonic beasts, they at least had the power to fight back. The demons that everyone had heard so much of was not supernatural and fearsome as the characters narrated in the old stories. In terms of defense, the demons, who were flesh and blood like human beings, were no better than the God¡¯s Punishment Army in front of His Majesty¡¯s powerful firearms. Second, the captured enemy would make the anti-demon propaganda in Neverwinter much more effective. Roland believed that once the migrants saw what the demons looked like, they would no longer discriminate against the witches; it was impossible for the demons, a kind of monster that shared none of the similarities with humankind, to brainwash the witches¡¯ minds and make the witches their servants. Lastly, the corpses of the demons would also be quite useful. For research purposes. Since the magic blood could not save up separately and would lose its power quickly after the host had died, Roland had not counted on applying the enemy¡¯s blood to new sigils. But Celine had volunteered to take on the job of making sigils in Agatha¡¯s absence. Celine told him that Agatha was indeed among the most outstanding in the entire Quest Society, but the knowledge of sigil making was essential to every formal member of the society. She also stressed that apart from the quality of the Magic Stones and demon blood, the appropriate method of carving the vessels on the stone was also crucial to making a good sigil, albeit it being a less important factor. One could directly use a stick to draw a straight line if the time was limited, but carving intricate patterns on the stone would be able to fully bring its power into play. She was proud to say that no hands could be more exquisite and precise than her tentacles. In terms of sense of touch, control of strength, and not to mention the numerical advantage, the human hand was no match against her tentacles. As Celine goes on bragging about her tentacles, strange ideas kept popping up in Roland¡¯s mind, and it took him a long while before he could get back to reality. Fortunately, Celine could not read his thoughts when their minds were communicating. Otherwise, there would be no way for him to explain himself out of this. But of course, there was also the bad news. It turned out that the anti-air effectiveness of the Mark I type HMG was mostly unsatisfactory. By looking at the overview of the battle, Roland found that the hail of bullets fired when the enemies were closer to the wall was the most deadly. The demons, at first, did not expect that they would be attacked, so they flew in slowly cramped up into two tight formations. This made them perfect targets for the guns. However, out of the twelve devil beasts that came, only four were shot down by the guns. After the demons changed the tactic and started to disperse as they entered the effective range for the Mad Demon¡¯s spears, no bullets succeeded in bringing any of them down. Fortunately, the demons¡¯ ideal range of spear throwing was about 200 meters, a distance short enough for the bullets of Mark I to keep a straight trajectory. After three more Devilbeasts were hit, the rest of the demons stopped fighting and retreated immediately. However, if the enemies¡¯ attacking range was farther, or if they chose to approach the walls in a more spread out formation, this battle would have been much harder to win. After all, in the face of the enemies that could maneuver freely in the air, the disadvantages of the immobile defenders on the ground were apparent. Roland would try to improve the Mark I after this, but there were limited things he could do with the design. He might add a protective steel plate around the gun or convert the guns into small forts to protect the gunners. Also, he would increase the production of Mark I to deal with the war after the Bloody Moon arrives. However, Roland understood that there was no way for them to eliminate the Devilbeasts¡¯ threat unless Neverwinter had a comparable air force. But let him put the concern aside for now. Roland put down the quill and let out a long breath. Finally, he won the air defense battle. No matter how insignificant it was, the battle would be regarded as the first battle in the human history that was won with the help of firearms. At the thought of that, Roland sent for Barov Mons. ¡°Hold a celebration ceremony in the central square tonight. Make it as good and as lively as possible as the ones we have on Victory Day. It¡¯ll be a part of the propaganda. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Barov responded with a hand on his chest. *************** Five days after the ceremony, Snaketooth received a letter from the City Hall. ¡°Who was knocking?¡± Tigerclaw slurred behind him. ¡°Don¡¯t we rest today?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s not the foreman. Just go back to sleep.¡± Snaketooth returned to the low table and craned his head to look out of the window. The Sun had barely set, and there was still a faint trace of light outside as if a misty veil covered the sky. Snaketooth had been sleepy when he was awakened, but he could not be soberer now. Seeing the City Hall¡¯s red seal on the envelope, he vaguely knew what was in it. His life had changed significantly in the past a year and a half. After he moved in Border Town, he no longer had to live a rat-like life. Instead, he, like most people, started to make a living by himself. But, still, he had not believed such things would happen to him until he got his first pay, for he was so, so familiar with hirers who were notorious for exploiting their workers. Those corrupt people would cheat workers out of receiving their wages. This was especially so for a worker like him, who was a migrant. However, on the contrary, he got a full pay every month. So, now he couldn¡¯t even imagine how much his life would continue to improve in the days to come. With a salary of 12 silver royals per month, he could save up one odd gold royal for a down payment on the cheapest house in the residential area of Neverwinter. And if he took a part-time job, he might be able to buy the house much earlier. Now that he was clear about how long it would take him to achieve his goal, he started to look forward to it. As His Majesty¡¯s promises to the people were getting realized one after another, Snaketooth started to hope for more. Snaketooth carefully unsealed the letter and poured all the contents onto the table. There were three pieces of paper of different sizes and colors. The first piece was the thickest and palm-sized, with only a few words on it, but it made his heart thud. Without any doubt, it was an identity card of a formal Neverwinter citizen. Unlike the temporary card, this card was wrapped up by a transparent and hard film that gave a smooth touch. On it read not only his name and the day of his birth but also a vivid portrait of him. Finally, he had become a member of this city, and a subject that was acknowledged by the King. Snaketooth tried to compose himself before he looked at the second piece of paper. It was a written notice. There were many paragraphs he could not fully understand, as he was only able to spend limited time on night classes since coming to Neverwinter, but he was able to grasp the general idea of the content. As he had expected, his application for participating the railway construction in the Misty Forest was passed by the City Hall. Chapter 931 Chapter 931: Your Name Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The scuffling noises woke Tigerclaw up, and he yawned and scooched next to Snaketooth. ¡°What¡¯s this? A letter?¡± Snaketooth immediately pushed Tigerclaw¡¯s face away, afraid that he would drool on the letter. ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Why don¡¯t you get back to sleep?¡± ¡°I¡¯m hungry. I want something to eat,¡± Tigerclaw said as he rubbed his belly. ¡°Then go boil some water and cook. I want oatmeal, by the way.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Tigerclaw replied and then remembered something. ¡°You haven¡¯t answered my question.¡± ¡°It¡¯s my identity card and an offer notice,¡± Snaketooth said impatiently. ¡°Oh?¡± Tigerclaw¡¯s eyes brightened and leaned in again. He threw one arm round Snaketooth¡¯s neck and shook him excitedly. ¡°You finally got your ID card! Haha¡­ This is worth celebrating! We need to have something better than oatmeal. Let¡¯s go to the market and buy some dried fish and mushrooms.¡± ¡°I¡¯m still trying to save money.¡± ¡°I can lend you some,¡± Tigerclaw said unconcernedly. ¡°You¡¯ve been waiting for your ID card for so long. How could we just let this moment pass without a nice meal for celebration? Did you forget what you said the day I got my ID card?¡± Snaketooth knew he couldn¡¯t reject Tigerclaw kind intentions. Tigerclaw was a tall and sturdy man. He worked hard and was often much more efficient than other workers, especially when he had enough food. His foreman was aware of this and started to value him more and later even chose him to be the model worker of the third construction team. He earned a higher wage and also got a bonus, so he actually had enough money to pay for the down payment of a house. Any migrants would get their ID cards if they gained permanent abode. The day Tigerclaw got the key to his new house and his ID card, Snaketooth egged him on holding a feast for celebration and even moved his belongings into the new cement house. ¡°Okay, okay. I got it.¡± Snaketooth said helplessly. ¡°Let¡¯s go later.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s settled then!¡± Tigerclaw was satisfied and returned to his bedside and rummaged for something to wear for shopping. ¡°By the way, what¡¯s in that notification?¡± ¡°It¡¯s an offer from the railway construction team.¡± Snaketooth drew a deep breath and said, ¡°It won¡¯t be soon before I go to work in the Barbarian Land outside Graycastle¡¯s borders.¡± ¡°What?¡± Tigerclaw hands stopped abruptly. ¡°When did you apply for that? Why didn¡¯t you tell me?¡± ¡°What if you insist on going with me? This house will then be left unattended.¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t go with you. No¡­ I mean, why would I go to such a dangerous place?¡± Tigerclaw¡¯s voice raised. ¡°You know what happened recently. There are demons outside the city!¡± The demons¡¯ recent attack on the city wall had stirred up major unrest amongst the citizens. At first, the alarm went off again and again, then, there were weird monsters dropping into the city, and then the ceremony held at that night was just mind-boggling to everyone. King Roland announced publically that they were the enemies humanity will have to face sooner or later. He also stressed that the so-called Barbarian Land was not deserted at the beginning but instead a place that was once had a nicer name: ¡°Fertile Plains.¡± That was where humans used to live. It was not until demonic beasts and demons started to harass them did people began to retreat to where the Four Kingdoms are now. Some of the people who fled from the Fertile Plains established the church. They lied about the enemies, describing them as being omnipotent, and falsely accused the witches of being related to the demons, out of fear for their magic powers. But the victory Neverwinter had achieved this time proved that even though the demons were cunning and frightening, they were not invincible. To expand the territory and protect Neverwinter from the enemies¡¯ attack, the King decided to march on the Barbarian Land as soon as possible to reclaim the land that had once belonged to humans! The King¡¯s declaration during the celebration inspired countless cheers, and as the First Army served meat porridge and roasts to the audiences, the atmosphere at the square reached its peak. In the next five days, you could hear people discussing about the demons everywhere you went. Snaketooth¡¯s colleagues in the construction team were no different They were the most interested in the topics like ¡°demon and demonic beast, which one is stronger?¡± ¡°Should Neverwinter expand to the northwest?¡±. Meanwhile, the City Hall issued a series of recruitment announcements, one of which was the job of building the railway in the Misty Forest. Snaketooth barely cared about the answers to these question, yet he felt what His Majesty had said somehow enlightened his mind. Suddenly his mind became clear. He had never thought about where he had come from and where he would go. Now he finally understood that all of them had migrated from the ¡°Barbarian Land.¡± The world was much larger than the Four Kingdoms, and its boundaries stretched far beyond the Fertile Plains, which by itself was several times larger than Graycastle. Also, he was tempted by the good pay. Tigerclaw turned around and grabbed Snaketooth by his arm, and said, ¡°You were always the insightful one, so I think you should understand this clearer than me. The demons are not as easy to deal with as everyone thinks they are. How could the demons drive humanity to the brink of extinction if they were weak? His Majesty said there used to be hundreds of city and millions of people living on the Fertile Plains.¡± ¡°Of course I know that. That¡¯s why I have made up my mind.¡± Snaketooth remained unmoved. ¡°The pay is 35 silver royals per month, and they will even pay me the first six months¡¯ salary before I start work. Furthermore, I¡¯ll be eligible to buy a suite of two rooms. Chances like these are hard to come by.¡± ¡°A suite of two rooms¡­¡± Tigerclaw twisted his mouth. ¡°You are really obsessed with that aren¡¯t you.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Snaketooth made a fist. ¡°It¡¯s got a hot water supply system, and the kitchen and bathroom are separated. That¡¯s what a house should be like.¡± Although he did not get paid as much as Tigerclaw, he had saved up about one gold royal by now. Ever since he had seen their foreman¡¯s home, he had decided to buy a suite of two rooms of his own in the residential area in the inner city. But because down payment would cost him three gold royals, which was much higher than normal houses, he hadn¡¯t been able to do so. Most importantly, although Snaketooth did not tell others, two bedrooms would be more comfortable for the both of them, unlike the single room where they had to share a small bed. Seeing that Tigerclaw was still trying to discourage him from taking on the job, Snaketooth shook his head to stop him and said, ¡°I know this is a little risky, but when we were Rats, we took risks almost every day. The only difference was that most of the risks we took at that time ended up being in vain, while now we could at least ensure that our effort will pay off. You all think I have a quick wit, but that¡¯s scarcely useful in Neverwinter. If we wanted to have a safe and settled life, why did we move to a foreign city to begin with?¡± ¡°You know that I can never win an argument with you.¡± Tigerclaw raised his hands in surrender. ¡°I have no objection as long as you have thought things through.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯m not so reckless as to care only about profit.¡± Snaketooth said as he spread his palm. ¡°The First Army will be responsible for the security, and it¡¯s said that some witches will set out with the construction team. Even if we were to run into demons, they wouldn¡¯t make us fight the enemies with our poles and shovels. Relatively, it¡¯s a safe job.¡± ¡°I hope that¡¯s true,¡± Tigerclaw muttered. ¡°I¡¯m going wash up. My stomach is growling. Now that you got a job with a better pay, I will make the most out of this meal.¡± Snaketooth rolled his eyes at that. As Tigerclaw was washing, Snaketooth unfolded the third piece of paper and he was a little shocked by the content. It was a transfer contract. In short, it said that no matter what happened, the City Hall would not go back on anyone¡¯s salaries and rewards. The workers could choose any person to whom he or she would sign over their property in case of major accidents. That person would receive the notification from the City Hall as soon as the transfer contract is valid. Snaketooth closed his eyes, some figures flashing through his mind: Joe, Sunflower, Tigerclaw¡­ At last, the frame froze at a skinny, fair-skinned girl. Snaketooth picked up the charcoal and wrote the name carefully in the blank space provided in the contract. ¡°Paper.¡± Chapter 932 Chapter 932: Someone Impossible to Meet Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ Horford Quinn stood in front of the french window with a filled wine glass in hand and stared at the city covered by the night sky. This was the center of the Kingdom of Dawn, also known as ¡°the city that never sleeps.¡± The lights started from the Rising Sun Avenue and extended to both sides like a lush tree of light. At the top of the tree was the most famous market of the kingdom, where countless rare products were sold. For the merchants, the night was when their day started. To maintain the glittering glory of the city, the daily consumption of candles, firewood, and kerosene in the king¡¯s city was astonishing. The fish fat from the eastern harbor and the wood from the northern hills were continuously imported into the city ship after ship. This industry alone could feed nearly 10,000 people and more than 100 merchants. And this was only a small part of the commercial trade of this city. Normally, Horford¡¯s greatest pleasure was to enjoy the glow of the night city. Under the joint governance of John Moore¡¯s royalties and the three families, the city changed from a wasteland into today¡¯s famous bustling place. This was also due to the continual efforts of their ancestors. But today, he felt tired seeing all of this. The night scene of the City of Glow looked the same as before. It remained captivating and touching. Yet just outside the range of its glow, was a dark undercurrent could no longer be ignored. Even while faced with such a brightly lit domain, he still felt a great deal of anxiety Maybe he was getting old¡­ Horford sipped his wine, but the bitterness in his mouth overpowered the wine¡¯s sweetness. ¡°Father.¡± The study door was pushed open, and a young man came in. ¡°Baron Alfonse from Northwind City would like to meet you.¡± ¡°No,¡± replied Horford, without turning his head. ¡°Just say that I¡¯m sick.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± He hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand at the old butler. The old butler immediately nodded, then turned and walked out of the study. Seeing that only two of them were left in the room, Hawn started to voice out his worries. ¡°Father, this is the 12th noble that you have rejected. Even I know that there¡¯s a problem in the palace. These foreign nobles¡¯ intention for entering the city was very obvious. If you refuse to see them, I¡¯m afraid they will mistakenly think that¡­¡± ¡°Mistakenly think what?¡± ¡°Mistakenly think that¡­¡± He bit his lip and said, ¡°That you¡¯re still on the side of His Majesty Appen Moya.¡± ¡°Hawn¡­¡± Earl Quinn turned around and frowned at the heir to the Quinn family. ¡°Do you think it¡¯s a mistake that the three families are on the side of the King of Dawn?¡± ¡°But now His Majesty no longer needs us,¡± said Hawn, as he mustered up his courage. ¡°Since our army suffered a huge loss in Hermes, he no longer asks for your consultation! You¡¯re the Prime Minister, and you can¡¯t even enter the Royal Palace. And now even the patrol team has been replaced by mercenaries. Just look at the kind of people who are summoned into the palace these days. There are only clowns, dancers, and geishas!¡± The earl did not answer but just stared silently at his glass of wine. Hawn was only eighteen years old, but even he could see what the arrival of the nobility from all over the country to the king¡¯s city meant. The other local nobles must have also already sensed the changes in the castle. In fact, when he learned of the defeat of their supposedly unstoppable army, he had already expected that this day would come¡ªmore than 10,000 troops and most of the lords of the towns were involved in trying to get a piece of fortune from the husk of the once mighty church. However, not only did they not earn any benefits, many of the troops even lost their lives. It would have been fine if that was the only consequence, but the King of Dawn had come back alive with his knightage in shambles. The news of Appen¡¯s shameful return had spread like wildfire as it fulfilled two conditions at the same time¡ªthe need for someone to be held accountable for this failed mission; and the fact that the power Appen held was no longer enough to dispel the greed of the other nobles. These nobles that sneaked quietly into the city at night gave out a clear signal. They undoubtedly wanted to see the reactions of the three big families before deciding whether to support or unite¡ªbut no one would ever agree to uphold the status quo. Horford could guess the thoughts of these people even with his eyes closed. Since there was such a huge loss of resources in Hermes, they would obviously try to find ways to make up for that loss. ¡°Father,¡± Hawn spoke hurriedly as he saw that his father was silent. ¡°Things are not like they were ten years ago, and Appen Moya is no longer His Majesty Moya. Look at the house of Luoxi! Otto Luoxi is still locked in the palace cell! You¡¯re the Prime Minister of the Imperial Palace, and you¡¯re held in high esteem by the people. If you make a stand and get the support of the two other big families, I¡¯m sure the nobles will be happy to follow your lead!¡± ¡°Make a stand?¡± Earl Quinn¡¯s eyes narrowed and his voice portrayed a hint of danger. ¡°Uh¡­¡± Hawn stammered, and he lowered his head in panic. He replied in defense of himself. ¡°You don¡¯t have to stand on the side of His Majesty Appen, right? Otherwise, why would you claim to be sick, and refuse to receive anyone? If it were the old king, you would have personally persuaded those nobles to consider the stability of the kingdom first.¡± Horford sighed and realized that his son was still too young. ¡°And if you¡¯re right, do you think that Appen Moya wouldn¡¯t have seen that coming?¡± ¡°What?¡± Hawn was stunned for a second. ¡°I bet there are eyes watching us just outside of our mansion. They¡¯re spying on who I¡¯ve met and where I¡¯ve gone recently, and I¡¯m Appen is kept well informed of this.¡± The earl returned to his desk and sat down. ¡°Imagine what would¡¯ve happened to me had I just went ahead and met those nobles. Don¡¯t forget that even if he lost his entire knightage, the control over the kingdom still wouldn¡¯t be that much weakened. From the day Appen ascended the throne, he had already begun to change the guards and the castle guards to his people! Rebel right under his very nose? Do you think that those noble lords will come to rescue me when he puts the noose around my neck?¡± He slammed the table. ¡°And now do you understand why the Luoxi family and the Tokat family hadn¡¯t come to find me, but only the foreign nobles?¡± Horn gasped, ¡°Then why don¡¯t you go back to the domain first? At least your knights and mercenaries are there, together with the recruited serfs, so even if he wants to plan anything against you¡­¡± The Earl shook his head and said, ¡°The Quinn family has already settled down here for far too long. Our connections, distant relatives, productions, power¡­ Even if I could slip out of the city alone, I wouldn¡¯t be able to bring everything out. Our people will suffer greatly at the hand of the King if they so much as make any suspicious moves, so I can¡¯t make such a rash move. In fact, my stay in the City of Glow is a guarantee in and of itself. Feigning illness was already the most that I could show. Other than that, there really isn¡¯t much that I can do.¡± Being closely tied to the workings of the king¡¯s city used to be a source of pride for their family, yet it has now become the Quinns¡¯ fatal weakness. This was certainly a kind of irony. ¡°Really¡­ but I don¡¯t think so.¡± Just then, a strange voice came from outside. Horford¡¯s face changed drastically, as the speaker was obviously not a servant or guard of the household as intruding upon them like that was a serious offense. How did this person get through the guards? Why didn¡¯t anyone respond when the person spoke? ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡± Horn was equally shocked. He turned around in panic and looked for a weapon, but could only get his hands on a candlestick. ¡°It¡¯s me.¡± The door opened, and a blonde-haired girl appeared before Horford Quinn. The strange girl for some reason looked familiar to him. ¡°Do you remember me? My lord.¡± Chapter 933 Chapter 933: The King¡¯s Orders Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Earl Quinn froze, and he did not even realize that he had dropped the wine glass he had been holding. The moment he saw her, he couldn¡¯t help but think of the name of two people¡ªOne of the two had stayed by him for more than half of his life, but because she had lost someone she loved, she fell into a depression that eventually led to the end of her life. The other person was the loved that was lost, and she was also someone he was supposed never to meet again. Nearly ten years had passed, and even though she was now much taller and more beautiful, Earl Quinn could still recognize her. But the two had such a striking resemblance that he almost blurted out the wrong name. ¡°Father, do you know her?¡± Hawn¡¯s words made him regain his senses. Horford stood up slowly and asked calmly, ¡°Are you¡­ Andrea?¡± ¡°What? Are you saying that she¡¯s¡­ the one, the one that had passed away¡­¡± Horn stared back and forth between them as he in muttered disbelief. ¡°Master, it really is Miss Andrea!¡± The old housekeeper was more excited than anyone else in the room. ¡°I can¡¯t be mistaken. She has inherited all the characteristics of Madame!¡± ¡°It seems like you remember me,¡± said Andrea, in an expressionless manner, ¡°in that case, our negotiation will be much easier.¡± Horford could not help but feel rattled in his heart. The fact that his daughter had awakened as a witch was a secret hidden from everyone. Even Andrea¡¯s mother, his wife Fenancy, had no idea about this. When Andrea¡¯s maid had informed him about the incident, he instantly chose to drown the maid by pushing her into the river and had his men cover it up as a fake accident. Although he knew that doing so might make his daughter hate him forever, at least this way she would remember who her father was. But upon meeting again, the decision he made all those years ago had turned into a sharp thorn in his heart. This stabbing sensation became even more apparent, as he started to question whether he made the right choice back then. But the earl knew that there were more pressing matters now¡ªwhy Andrea would appear in the City of Glow and whether her identity was true or false. Moreover, he couldn¡¯t figure out what she meant by ¡°I don¡¯t think so.¡± These questions were more important than pursuing past mistakes. He suppressed all the doubts and thoughts in his heart and waved at Horn. ¡°You can go out first.¡± ¡°Father!¡± Hawn responded worryingly. ¡°Just do as I said!¡± Horford replied firmly. Seeing that he could not change his father¡¯s mind, Hawn left the room reluctantly. ¡°Don¡¯t alarm the others,¡± the earl said to the steward, ¡°and at the same time close the courtyard door and put out the lights in the hall. If someone in the government asks, just say that I¡¯m drafting some documents and that no one should be allowed to disturb me. Do you understand?¡± ¡°I will do that right away! But¡­¡± The butler touched his head and said, ¡°What about those friends that Miss Andrea brought?¡± ¡°Friends?¡± He glanced over at Andrea, suspiciously. ¡°Take them to the ballroom and take care of them properly.¡± ¡°Yes, Master!¡± As the door shut with a squeak, the study suddenly plunged into silence. The pair stared at each other for a long time, until the earl could not resist anymore and broke the silence first. ¡°Although you and my daughter are a bit alike, I can¡¯t confirm so rashly that you¡¯re Andrea. After all, she was only 16 when she left, and now ten years have passed¡­¡± He paused and said, ¡°Do you have other ways to prove your identity?¡± In truth, he had already believed that this was his daughter, so the question was just to confirm that¡ªeven the best kind of face-morphing abilities could not change one¡¯s soul. From her every move, the earl could see the shadow of the Flower of Glow. Instead of answering, Andrea opened her hands, and a bow of magic power appeared in her palm. The glittering, longbow converged and diminished little by little, evolving into a distinctive appearance¡ªthat was a gift that he had made for his daughter¡¯s birthday, a long time ago. At this point, Horford no longer had any doubt. This bow and arrow for beginners had long been destroyed together with the carriage, and even now he could not accurately describe its appearance. Andrea, who was especially interested in shooting at an early age, clearly still remembered this gift. ¡°It¡¯s you¡­¡± said the count with a long sigh. ¡°Why did you come back? I gave you away in the first place so that you could continue to live safely.¡± ¡°Was that the only reason?¡± Andrea retrieved the longbow and said, ¡°Or were you afraid that outsiders would find out that the Prime Minister had a daughter that had fallen under the temptation of the demon? I didn¡¯t think I was being protected. It felt more like abandonment. There was no safe place for a witch like me. If it weren¡¯t for my luck that I got to meet a group of people who had the same fate as me, I would have died ages ago in who knows where.¡± He opened his mouth but could not refute her argument because that was indeed one of his concerns back then. Once people found out that Andrea was a witch, the whole family would be in danger¡ªnot everyone would be comfortable with sending their family to the church or the other nobles. Rather than let the entire Quinn family face this difficult choice, it would be better for him to make that decision alone. ¡°But those were all in the past, and I¡¯m not here to dig up old wounds.¡± Andrea said positively, ¡°You must be curious as to how I could enter the earl¡¯s residence so easily, even though the guards wouldn¡¯t easily believe my rhetoric. And when I saw the butler, I deliberately waited for a while outside the door. Is the one who called you father the heir to the family? When did I have such a brother?¡± ¡°He came from a branch¡­ Your mother died a year after you left, and the Quinn family needed a successor,¡± Horford whispered. If that incident did not happen 10 years ago, this position would have belonged to the eldest daughter. After hearing this news, Andrea was stunned at first; then her eyes started to turn dim. After a moment¡¯s silence, she spoke, ¡°In any case, the family leader of the Quinn can¡¯t be changed at the moment, and His Majesty would like you to go one step further and not back down now. In the current situation, other than Earl Quinn of the three big families, he won¡¯t recognize any other agent.¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± Horford was a bit confused about the meaning of her words, ¡°The Majesty you referred to is¡ª¡± ¡°Who else but the king of Graycastle, His Majesty Roland Wimbledon. I¡¯ve come here this time under his orders.¡± Andrea took a deep breath and spelled out her next words one by one. ¡°My lord, how do you feel about being the new King of Dawn?¡± Chapter 934 Chapter 934: Rise of The Glowing City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What are you¡­ saying?¡± Even Earl Quinn, who had been through countless storms in his life, was left completely dumbfounded by Andrea¡¯s sentence. But what he was surprised of was not her mention of a ¡°new King of Dawn,¡± but that she was under orders of His Majesty Roland Wimbledon. These words carried a whole different meaning when said by different people. Hawn had essentially suggested the same thing earlier, but the earl knew very well that the Quinn family alone had no way to rid Dawn of its current royalty. What Hawn meant by taking a stand was just an unrealistic fantasy. However, now that the one speaking had the support of the King of Graycastle, those words carried more power. ¡°Just as you have thought.¡± Probably due to the news of her mother¡¯s death, Andrea¡¯s tone was no longer as sharp. ¡°His Majesty Roland doesn¡¯t want to have Appen Moya stay on the throne but nor does he wish for a destabilized kingdom. It¡¯s, therefore, necessary to support a new king with the backing of the populace to successfully control the situation as soon as possible. After confirming that he didn¡¯t mishear her first sentence, the earl muttered, ¡°But why me?¡± ¡°His Majesty doesn¡¯t have many people that he can trust in the Kingdom of Dawn, so he chose me at first. But I refused.¡± Just because of this? Because the daughter refused, so the throne was thrown to her father. This kind of behavior was like that of a child¡¯s¡­ But strangely, Horford did not think that this was a joke. Although Appen had completely banned people from talking about the defeat at Hermes, it was impossible to block the flow of all the information related to the battle because too many nobles had been involved with it. Horford knew very well that the enemy he encountered was not the church; it was Graycastle that took over the holy city. The 10,000-strong army was defeated in an instant, and many of those who had survived could not even describe what happened during the battle. They only saw flames continually falling from the heavens amidst the chaos. The thunder-like flashes of fire smashed into their ranks, reducing both common serfs and armored knights into piles of ashes. If the news was anywhere near accurate, this meant that Graycastle¡¯s power had far exceeded the expectations of the nobles. With such great discrepancy in military might, it would not be unreasonable for Graycastle to appoint new kings for neighboring countries anyhow they liked. The only question left was why the King did not come himself. ¡°If the nobles in the Kingdom of Dawn were willing to group their forces under a single banner and start a rebellion together, the Earl would have definitely chosen this option.¡± Andrea seemed to have anticipated that he would try to raise this question. ¡°Simply said, right now, His Majesty Roland has more important enemies to deal with, so he does not have the time nor resources to try to integrate the Kingdom of Dawn into Graycastle in the next three or four years. After all, even though destroying the current ruling royalty was simple, restabilizing the country afterward would be a lengthy process.¡± ¡°More important¡­ enemies?¡± ¡°Yes, the demons.¡± Andrea said slowly, ¡°Otto Passi should have already mentioned that all the church¡¯s actions were due to the news of the Battle of Doomsday. That was just a small part of the mystery. The name of this war was called The Battle for Divine will and has lasted for nearly a thousand years.¡± After listening to his daughter¡¯s story, Earl Horford felt the cold sweat run down his back. The Four Kingdoms, including the Kingdom of Dawn, was merely a corner of a continent? As of now, humanity had already suffered defeat in two consecutive wars and was unable to stop the advance of the demons, and a third defeat would lead to the extinction of humankind. Under such dire circumstances, Roland Wimbledon still dared to bear this heavy burden and go to battle with a mighty enemy to gain Divine Will. How much will and courage would a man need to do this? Just thinking about it was already enough to cause the Earl to forget to breathe for a couple of seconds. ¡°Why?¡± said the earl hurriedly. ¡°How would this benefit him? Does he not fear the consequences of failing?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± Andrea sighed and said, ¡°This has been mentioned by Her Highness Tilly previously, but her speculation was even more puzzling.¡± ¡°What did she say?¡± ¡°She said that he¡¯s not doing it for humanity, but for himself¡­¡± She hesitated and said, ¡°It was as if he was looking for a new challenge, and we just happened to be the beneficiaries in this situation.¡± The earl did not answer, because he did not know what to say. He had seen many different nobles, but none of them was anything like Roland Wimbledon. Eventually, he put this question aside and returned to the main topic. ¡°What does he require of me? To fight for him?¡± ¡°No,¡± Andrea shook her head. ¡°Your only job would be to maintain the stability of the Kingdom of Dawn, and provide resources when needed. This includes manpower, raw ore and other kinds of resources. As for the specific amounts and types, His Majesty will later send someone to discuss with you in detail.¡± Horford was relieved to hear that there was a price to pay for Graycastle¡¯s support. If Roland wanted to support the Quinn family without asking for anything in return, he would certainly be suspicious of any conspiracies behind it. Of course, even if there was a conspiracy, with the current situation in Dawn, he could only bite the bullet and agree. Feigning illness was only a delaying tactic to reach a balance between Appen and the other nobles. If those nobles turned out to be capable of overthrowing the Moya family, Quinn¡¯s family would undoubtedly be excluded from the ruling circle of the king¡¯s city due to them just remaining a spectator. That would actually have been the ideal result. If anyone wanted to overthrow the three big families, it would not be at all difficult to spread rumors about them still owning allegiances to the royal family. This was a rare opportunity. Not to mention the involvement of Andrea. She might hate me, but she would never cause her family any harm. As soon as he thought of this, Earl Horford immediately made a decision. ¡°Please inform His Majesty Wimbledon, that I¡¯m willing to serve the King of Graycastle.¡± He spoke in a serious manner. Although he was speaking to his daughter, she was now the king¡¯s messenger; hence the earl gave a slight bow according to the rules of the nobles. ¡°When would he like to take action? It would take at least two to three months to prepare for Graycastle¡¯s troops to infiltrate the city.¡± Even if Appen took away his power to run the patrol team, Horford was still confident about letting dozens or so Graycastle men into the city. After all, as the prime minister who had served two different kings, his still had a certain degree of influence within the city. The earl believed that those foreign nobles who wanted to persuade him over to their side also realized this point. According to the strength that Graycastle had demonstrated in the previous battle they fought with Dawn¡¯s troops, dozens of the Graycastle soldiers should be more than enough to take control of the city gate. However, Andrea¡¯s following words went far beyond his expectations. ¡°Now that you¡¯ve promised to our request, we will act immediately,¡± she said lightly. ¡°His Majesty Roland had emphasized that he did not want a political assassination, but rather a complete defeat of Appen Moya in front of the public. Not only does everyone need to witness the end of the Moya family, the greedy nobles who had selfish intentions would also have to be convinced that any resistance is futile.¡± ¡°What?¡± He did not believe what he had heard. ¡°But how?¡± ¡°Do you know how I got here?¡± Andrea laid out her hands and said, ¡°I came in from the main entrance. Those guards did try to stop me, but they couldn¡¯t do it.¡± Horford immediately realized that the friends she brought were the key. Barging into the earl¡¯s residence at the king¡¯s city was not an impossible feat, as this was not his home territory. But to do so without raising any alarms was quite astounding. This meant that the guards were most likely subdued within an instant. There is no doubt that this was not Andrea¡¯s doing, as each of those guards was armed with a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. ¡°Wait till you meet them. All of your doubts would naturally vanquish by then.¡± She continued and said, ¡°So what the Quinn family needs to do right now is to cause a scene¡ªthe louder the noise, the better it is. Everyone in the Glowing City should have their attention on this so that Appen Moya will have no choice but to come out and face you in public.¡± Chapter 935 Chapter 935: A Glimpse of Hope in the Dark Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Otto Passi was woken up by loud noises. He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and looked around. The candles on the candlestick had already burnt to the bottom, and the remaining flickers of flame weren¡¯t enough to light up the dark room. He could not tell day from night in this underground cell, and the candle became his only measure of time. The guards would replace the candles every six hours when they come to bring him food. But that was only in the beginning. Now they seldom came, be it with candle or food. Sometimes, he would wake up from hunger and find that the cell was still completely dark. How long had he been locked here? Otto pressed and shook his forehead, trying to squeeze out any last bit of remaining energy. The prolonged lack of sunlight had made him haggard, and constantly waking up in an isolated and pitch-black environment made him feel helpless and abandoned. As if he forgotten by the world. But he must live on. Because both his father¡¯s entire Luoxi family¡¯s fates are in Appen¡¯s hands. Otto propped up his frail body, rolled out of bed and limped slowly to the railings. Other than replenishing the plates and jugs, he also hoped that the caretaker could give him a razor blade. His long unshaven beard had long since covered his cheeks, and bits and pieces of leftover food and grease could be found stuck there. Over time, his face smelled like rotten orange peels. If his caretaker were worried about the blade being a potential weapon, Otto wouldn¡¯t even mind letting the caretaker shave him instead. Afterall, he was still a noble, and the request for grooming shouldn¡¯t be something unreasonable. Otto then heard the sounds of a conversation outside the iron gate. ¡°What were those people thinking? The person imprisoned here is the eldest son of the Passi family!¡± The ones who were speaking did not try to cover up their voices so it seemed that they did not mind their conversation being heard by Otto. ¡°Jokes and ridicule¡­ Isn¡¯t that what clowns do?¡± ¡°Are they crazy? Normally, if these acrobats dared to offend the earl¡¯s son, I¡¯m afraid that they would be fed to the fishes next day. They¡¯re nothing more than a group of homeless wanderers!¡± ¡°Well that was when times were normal. Back then, would the eldest son be kept in the dungeon? Now His Majesty likes to see these guys perform. Without the approval of the King of Dawn, I don¡¯t think they would dare to do such a thing.¡± ¡°Pui, you¡¯re just speaking nonsense.¡± ¡°I¡¯m just saying. You don¡¯t have to believe me, and even if you don¡¯t, what can you do? Are you going to trade dinner with that lord in the cell?¡± ¡°Sigh, forget it. It¡¯s just a few mouthfuls of saliva. He won¡¯t die from eating it.¡± Then the sound of a bunch of keys jingling around could be heard. ¡°That¡¯s right, and if this is what His Majesty wants to see, they aren¡¯t you just asking for trouble? Go ahead. I still have to retrieve the food tray.¡± The iron gate made a screeching sound, and the warden walked in while holding a tray of food. ¡°Oh, Milord, you¡¯re already awake?¡± He was a little surprised to see Otto already leaning against the railings, but he quickly hid his awkward expression. ¡°Well then, you might as well finish up today¡¯s dinner now. I¡¯ll change the candles tomorrow. The chief steward forgot to send new ones over.¡± Otto did not answer. He suddenly felt his heart fill with sorrow and he even forgot to request for a razor blade. Although the exchange between the two people was short, he was still able to figure out the gist of the conversation. The clown of the circus troupe happened to bump into the man who was responsible for delivering his food, and he spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into his food in an attempt to amuse Appen Moya. The shame made his cheeks burn as if they were being baked in an oven. The warden did not care about Otto¡¯s reply and quickly changed the dinner tray before leaving soon after. Although the room was decorated like the room from a duke¡¯s mansion, the sense of repression that could be felt inside was unbearable, and no one would want to spend more time in there than they needed to. As the footsteps went away, the silence once again washed over Otto. In that very moment, he wanted to scream out loud, curse the warden for his negligence in duty, and reproach Appen for his ignorance¡­ yet he did not do so. Because that would be meaningless¡ªthe former would only delay the next replacement time of the food and candles, while the latter would just gladly let him fall into the trap of his ¡°old friend.¡± As for the dinner that was used to humiliate him, he had no intention to touch it. Otto could not help but wonder if he had been doing the right thing. Just as he was ready to go back to bed, his whole body suddenly started trembling. In the corner of his eye, the oatmeal started to turn into a bowl of black water! Passi¡¯s eldest son rubbed his eyes, slowly moved closer to the plate, and carefully lifted the bowl of oatmeal. That was not an illusion, nor was it the shadow of the weak flame. The oatmeal had turned black, like some thick ink. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. Acrobatics troupe, clowns, tricks¡­ was all this arranged by that person? ¡°Yorko said you were an ordinary acrobat. Is that true? How did you come to know His Majesty, Roland?¡± ¡°It was a coincidence. As to why His Majesty would choose me was probably because my acrobatic performance wasn¡¯t bad.¡± ¡°Oh, can you demonstrate it?¡± ¡°Ok, I¡¯ll perform the simplest trick of the thief who spits ink.¡± Otto stared blankly at the oatmeal for a moment, and suddenly inserted his finger into the bowl! After groping around for a little while, at the tip of his finger, he could feel a rough touch. ¡°How¡­ how did this happen? Why did the water suddenly change color?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not done yet. Look at this chiffon. Can you see there¡¯s nothing on it? Now I¡¯m going to put it in the water to make it wet and then use the fire to dry it. Guess what will happen next?¡± ¡°There¡¯s nothing, right¡­ uh, wait, that¡¯s¡­ a word?¡± ¡°Can you see what¡¯s written?¡± ¡°Let me see, is this¡­ your name?¡± ¡°You¡¯re right, Hill Fawkes is my name.¡± Otto gently pinched that rough item, and slowly pulled it out of the oatmeal¡ªit looked almost transparent, and he couldn¡¯t tell if it was immersed in the oatmeal. The chiffon could only be felt with his fingers. He held his breath, walked quickly to the candlestick, and spread it out a little. The faint black water marks began to fade, while the candlelight started to waver. ¡°Hurry¡­ hurry¡­ hurry¡­ hurry up.¡± His heart was shouting anxiously. The swaying shadow seemed to come from all directions, and it was as if the black chiffon he held in his hands was the only light in the whole world. At the moment the letter marks appeared, the candle went out. Darkness then engulfed the entire dungeon. Otto could not help but laugh heartily. He pressed down on his trembling shoulders and stuffed the chiffon into his mouth. Then he crawled back to the railing and swallowed it with the oatmeal. The warmth spread through his throat and stomach and filled his whole body with strength. However, compared to the oatmeal, it was his heart that felt warmest. As he drank the oatmeal silently, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. His determination was finally worth it. There were only a few words on the chiffon. They were written with beautiful handwriting and gave him a nostalgic feeling for his childhood. ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid. I¡¯m coming.¡± Chapter 936 Chapter 936: Close Combat Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What did you say?¡± The King of Dawn pushed away the dancer in his arms as he suddenly stood up. The dancer, a beautiful woman with nothing more than a pink silk scarf wrapped around her half-covered body, fell to the ground. Though she was hurt badly, she did not dare to voice out her pain. The rest of the servants, performers, and jugglers also lowered their heads in panic. The entire palace abruptly became silent. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± The Secretary of State gulped and said, ¡°Your Prime Minister has rebelled.¡± ¡°Are you sure he has truly rebelled and isn¡¯t just supporting those idiots on the outside?¡± Appen didn¡¯t know whether it was him who had misheard his minister or it was the fault of his staff blowing the news out of proportion. Of course, he knew about the plans of those traitorous nobles¡ªeveryone who had returned alive from Hermes had witnessed the destruction of the king¡¯s personal knightage as well as his miserable escape. It would have been naive of him to expect them to remain loyal to the royal family. Some amount of rebellion was only to be expected. Gathering support and forming alliances with the three major families in the royal capital would clearly be their first choice. Appen had long been wary about this, but he believed that, going by the characters of the three old veterans, they would most likely play by the rules and lie low behind closed doors. After all, the king¡¯s city was still in his hands, and any act of defiance was tantamount to suicide. He did not expect that the first to cause a problem would be the Quinn family. The collision with the smaller lords had already violated Appen¡¯s bottom line. Perhaps the old earl just wanted to leave a way out for himself or make a stand¡­ But no matter what the reason was, punishment was absolutely inevitable for such an impertinent act. For example Otto Luoxi¡ªAppen had already shown mercy by not killing his childhood friend on the spot. But¡­ what does ¡®rebelling¡¯ mean? Earl Quinn is still in the City of Glow, and he has neither subjects nor soldiers here. Does he want to rebel with just his dozen or so guards alone? That would be ridiculous. How would he be able to rebel? ¡°The earl did contact the other nobles, but not in secret. He issued an invitation!¡± The minister wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, ¡°And he publicly invited all the nobles to his mansion to persuade them to support the Quinn family!¡± Appen was stunned and almost unable to understand the news he had heard. This move could indeed be perceived as a rebellion, but the way he did it was incredible! Instead of asking for help from the nobles, he¡¯s asking them to support the Quinn family¡ªdoes Horford really know what he¡¯s doing? He had already become a dangerous vessel that could sink any time. How could he still think about getting the support of the nobility? This act was undoubtedly going to turn both sides into bitter enemies, and there was no way Moya could ever tolerate such a grave act of provocation. The sheer stupidity of the situation would only make those nobles look down on him. But still, was the Prime Minister such an arrogant person in the past? Appen brooded silently for a long time before finally saying, ¡°Pass my orders down. Commander Duke Bachov is to lead the patrol team to the earl¡¯s residence, arrest Horford Quinn, and bring him in front of me.¡± ¡°Everyone else in his residence is to be temporarily locked up in custody. If anyone opposes him, he may kill them on the spot! I would like to see how the earl is going to explain this.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± After this news, he was no longer in the mood for seeking pleasure. He dismissed everyone in the hall and sat paralyzed on the throne. He didn¡¯t really want to drown himself in pleasure, but once the surroundings became quiet his ears would echo once again with the roar of the sky thunder. The war that ended more than a month ago had left a deep impression on him that he could never forget. No¡­ it was not a war, but a one-sided massacre. His troops had no strength to fight back. Whether it was the knights or the serfs, it made no difference when they were faced with the attack from Graycastle. After he got back to the king¡¯s city, Appen found that he no longer had the courage to confront Roland¡ªthe failure on the battlefield caused him even more heartache than the death of his father. What made things even worse was the fact he knew that the Moya family had effectively lost the entire Kingdom of Dawn. What was the fate of offending a powerful neighbor? There was no doubt that, sooner or later, the other party would annex the country that he inherited from his father, and there was nothing he could do about it! When he ascended the throne, he was full of ambition and was bent on governing this kingdom well. He wanted the citizens to live a stable life, and no longer have to worry about witches, demonic beasts, or other foreign threats. But just a year after he took over, and he was already completely disillusioned and had lost interest in political affairs and commerce. He was just waiting for the enemy¡¯s army to attack and leave him hanging on the city wall. As he thought about this point, Appen¡¯s hatred toward the king of Graycastle kept growing immensely, and he wanted to eat him alive! If not for Roland Wimbledon, he would have left a mark in the pages of history as a famous leader of his generation! All this was the latter¡¯s fault¡ªGraycastle¡¯s new king had been bewitched by witches! He slammed his palm on the armrest, and the burning fire in his heart had nowhere to be vented. When Earl Quinn has been captured, I will make him have a taste of a king¡¯s anger! However, in the afternoon, his newly appointed minister ran into the palace in a panic. ¡°Your Majesty, Sir Bachov is dead! The patrol¡­ The whole army is gone!¡± ¡°What¡­!?¡± The King of Dawn grabbed his collar in shock. ¡°Did they have traps set up in the mansion? Or did they hide in ambush?¡± ¡°Yes, they had hidden bodyguards,¡± the minister quickly replied, ¡°I saw it with my own eyes. At first, Bachov asked the earl to come out and barged directly into the house after being denied. But he was immediately killed by the earl¡¯s guards. Not only that, these guards also rushed out of the courtyard and ambushed the patrol team that was outside the mansion¡ªthey were like madmen. They had all kinds of weapons in their hands, including boning knives, wooden sticks, and even stone bricks¡­ in less than half a minute, the platoon collapsed!¡± ¡°How many people did they have?¡± ¡°Probably¡­ seven or eight.¡± ¡°Bastard!¡± Appen struck the minister to the ground. ¡°You call seven or eight people an ambush? In the City of Glow, even a businessman has a dozen guards. Have you been scared out of your wits!? The patrol team has about one or two hundred people. How can they be defeated by seven or eight guards? Even two hundred wild boars wouldn¡¯t fall so fast¡ªdon¡¯t tell me they can¡¯t even compare to pigs in the hunting grounds?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, those people¡­ aren¡¯t human beings. They¡¯re monsters,¡± the Minister cried out his grievances. ¡°Most of the patrol team couldn¡¯t even block a single one of their blows. That wasn¡¯t the strength and speed of a man!¡± Appen suddenly jerked up his head. He seemed to have seen this type of scenario before. That¡¯s right. He remembered now that his father¡¯s killers, the two Pure Witches from the church, had shown him the terrifying prowess of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. Could¡­ Earl Quinn be connected with the church? An uncontrollable anger suddenly rose from his heart! ¡°Riseth!¡± Appen yelled. A knight came in quickly from outside the hall and knelt on one knee. ¡°Your majesty, what may I do for you?¡± ¡°Immediately summon all the mercenaries in the City of Glow and bring in the crossbows and rockets. I want you to burn Earl Quinn¡¯s residence to the ground!¡± He yelled, ¡°I want them all to be burnt to ashes regardless of whether they are human beings or monsters!¡± ¡°But¡­ that¡¯s the Inner City,¡± the knight hesitated and said, ¡°If it causes a big fire, I¡¯m afraid it will be difficult to control it.¡± ¡°Shut up and do what I say!¡± Appen growled hysterically, ¡°If you don¡¯t burn him, you don¡¯t have to come back to see me!¡± Even the God¡¯s Punishment Army, when faced with an opponent a hundred times their number and armored with crossbows, would not have a chance of victory. If they wanted to collude with the church, they would only be facing death! ¡­ The next day, the King of Dawn once again received news from the watchdogs that the entire mercenary group that had been prepared the night before had failed to even reach the earl¡¯s residence. While passing through the Rising Sun Avenue, the mercenary team was attacked by an acrobatics troupe. He had to make sure he hadn¡¯t misheard the minister¡¯s report. An acrobatics troupe performing on the street suddenly attacked the mercenaries in the middle of their performance. The mercenaries caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. It seemed those actors fought the same way as Earl Quinn¡¯s guards. But this time, the weapons in their hands were no longer random debris; they were wielding the daggers, iron hammers, and wooden shields that had belonged to the former patrol team Chapter 937 Chapter 937: A Stinger Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the next few days, the situation had changed so rapidly that it was beyond everyone¡¯s expectations. People in the king¡¯s city had never thought that they would witness such a scene. The Quinn family, who had served the royal family of Moya for hundreds of years, publicly opposed Appen Moya. This was not a secret conspiracy, nor a conflict of interest between noble families which civilians simply could not understand. Everything was on the table. The Prime Minister of the City of Glow stood in front of everyone and publicly declared his ideals and purpose, which was overthrowing the rule of the incompetent tyrant, and promising a bright future for the Kingdom of Dawn. In his speech, the Earl exemplified the signs of the decline of the city and the tyranny of the new king for more than a year, and he used precise evidence to describe the inevitable fall of the Kingdom of Dawn. Since no noble ever told the people the principles and inside information of running the domain and the speaker was the Prime Minister who had served the king for over a decade, his act surprisingly caused a heated discussion. From the auction house of the Chamber of Commerce to the taverns on the Black Street, nearly everyone was talking about it. ¡°I have heard that hundreds of people starved to death in the slums last year. It turned out to be caused by the reduction of cultivated land in the outer cities.¡± ¡°In actuality, more people died in the outer cities. There is nothing wrong with His Majesty¡¯s decision to occupy the land for the expansion of the palace, but the Earl said that the amount of grain saved is gradually decreasing. What should we do?¡± ¡°No wonder the price of food is so much higher recently.¡± ¡°I heard that the peasants in suburban towns were forced to serve in the army. Now that the army was defeated, few people are able to come back.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t that mean that the food prices will be even higher?¡± ¡°Oh, I hope we won¡¯t starve during the Months of Demons this year.¡± ¡°Well, do you want to support Earl Quinn? He has promised, if his promises hold, that there will be no need to worry about the food in the City of Glow and everyone will be able to get enough food in the future.¡± ¡°Hey, I didn¡¯t say that!¡± The speech of the Prime Minister quickly spread throughout the City of Glow through these discussions. Quite a large portion of the people were doubtful about the contents of the propaganda and it was the conflict itself that drew their close attention to this issue. How often could they witness the conflicts between the great nobles and the royal family of Moya? For the general public, they usually only heard, from the tavern, the exaggerated and modified rumors or boast of the nobles. These days it was simply too exciting for them. This was not a show of drama, but a real treason! King Appen did not remain indifferent. He had ordered several groups of men to stop Earl Quinn, all of which ended in failure. Earl Quinn possessed advantages beyond imagination, and an incredibly powerful guard team became his solid shield, which not only defeated the king¡¯s team in spite of a numbers disadvantage, and expanded from a dozen to forty or fifty members. What was more exciting was that the Earl explained his plan directly. He would move the frontier line 200 meters toward the Castle District every day until the King of Dawn gave up his throne or was forcibly removed off the throne. In other words, the confrontation would come to an end in five days or so. ¡­ ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡± Appen threw everything from the desk on to the carpet. The delicate room became a mess, but it could not quench his anger. ¡°Damn, damn! When did I occupy the farmland outside the city? Isn¡¯t it the problem which my father ordered him to investigate? How dare he blame me for the cause of uncivilized suburban villages and towns! It¡¯s Roland Wimbledon¡¯s fault!¡± He almost roared, ¡°It was his witches who killed them, not me!¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please appease your anger¡­¡± The minister and Chief Knight said, ¡°Now the most important thing is to stop the pace of Horford Quinn so you can dispel his arrogance. The nobles in the kingdom are waiting for your move!¡± ¡°I should have thrown them all into jail at the very beginning,¡± Appen thought in anger and then asked, ¡°How many people do we have now?¡± ¡°There are still 1,500 knights, lifeguards, and mercenaries in the palace. And if we use the maids and servants, then we have an additional 2,000 hands.¡± The Chief Knight replied, ¡°Outside the Castle District, the stone wall can block the enemy. Though it¡¯s not as thick as the city walls, they can stand on it and easily kill the enemy even without much training.¡± Originally, he intended not to show his hand until he dealt with other lords, especially since the palace lifeguards were nearly as strong as the knights and were equipped to teeth. He had begun to cultivate them before his father passed away, but now he had to use them in the defense of the palace. ¡°Bring the boxes in the vault and tell the servants that they can get a reward of 100 gold royals as long as they kill a monster!¡± Appen said, gnashing his teeth, ¡°If they can stop the treason, I¡¯ll give them titles and domains! Or promote them it if they already have!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors of the church were not impervious to blades and spears, which he had confirmed from the Pure Witches. Even though the monsters were powerful, it was impossible for them to remove the entire stone wall by hand! As for the fact that the monsters were increasing in number, it must be a trick played by Earl Quinn. He must have arranged for them to hide somewhere beforehand, and then disguised themselves as if he had more and more helpers. No noble would believe that there were so many fierce warriors in the City of Glow and that they did not emerge until now. The stupid civilians might believe it, but their opinions had little effect on the situation. ¡°Has Horford gotten the support of other nobles yet?¡± Appen turned to the minister. The latter immediately became embarrassed and replied, ¡°Uh, well¡­¡± ¡°Speak!¡± ¡°It is rumored that ¡®Black Money¡¯ started to come into contact with Earl Quinn, but the specifics of the situation is still not known yet¡ª¡± ¡°Those greedy wolves!¡± Appen clenched his fist and angrily said, ¡°My father treated their underground kennel as part of the market. In my opinion, I should have confiscated their property much earlier!¡± However, he also knew that he could do nothing but express his anger. The organizers of Black Money were all rich businessmen in the City of Glow, and their status was no lower than that of the great nobles. Moreover, a large amount of wealth accumulated by the Moya family came from those people. ¡°In addition, the Tokat family has openly supported the Quinn family,¡± the minister swallowed and said. ¡°But Your Majesty, please don¡¯t be too worried. I heard that the Luoxi family had rejected Horford Quinn¡¯s invitation several times. ¡± ¡°These were the three families which my father was so proud of¡­¡± Appen sneered silently and thought, ¡°Now two of them have become traitors, even faster than those minor nobles who are sitting on the fence. And the reason why the last family doesn¡¯t act is because Otto Luoxi is still in my hands.¡± But this might be his weapon. ¡°Send someone to tell Earl Luoxi that if he wants to prove his innocence, he must immediately bring his knights and squires to support the palace,¡± said Appen coldly. ¡°Otherwise¡­ I will not show any mercy toward the rebellious family.¡± ¡°It will be done!¡± The minister quickly replied. Four hours later, the King of Dawn received a message that Earl Luoxi was willing to comply with his demands, which made his anger somewhat abate a little. He managed to mark a little comeback in the face of bad news. Appen did not care too much about Luoxi¡¯s knights. Most importantly, he knew that the younger generation of the three families was close friends. He wondered whether they would still be line with the family when they knew one of them would die if they opposed to the king. This was undoubtedly a stinger which they could not remove. Soon, the deadline announced by Horford Quinn, the Prime Minister, arrived. Chapter 938 Chapter 938: The First Shot Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When dawn¡¯s light shed over the city walls and into the inner city of the king¡¯s city, it showed that everywhere in the city was crowded with curious people. It had never been so busy and lively in the City of Glow. This was different from the auction exhibitions which were only available for the rich tradesmen and nobles, this was a ¡°carnival¡± for all the people in the city. They originally had no connection with the upper class. Even the knights, the lowest level of nobles, were superior in their eyes. However, they now had an opportunity to witness the changing of power at the highest levels. Especially when they followed Earl Quinn¡¯s team to move forward, they even had the illusion that they were also making the change. Now, few people mentioned the word ¡°treason¡±; instead, it was replaced by ¡°fighting for the throne¡±. This battle would give a clear answer to who would be the ruler of the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°It seems that in everyone¡¯s eyes, your reputation is extraordinary,¡± said Hill Fawkes, who was riding a horse side by side with Earl Quinn. ¡°I thought the public opinion won¡¯t change until you occupied the Castle District.¡± ¡°That¡¯s probably because I have reorganized the patrol team and dealt with the domestic affairs of the country for half of my life,¡± the old Earl said with a sigh, ¡°Is this also what you gathered when you ran the circus?¡± Although Hill Fawkes was just a civilian without any title and the status of an acrobatics troupe performer was even inferior to a freeman, Horford did not dare to despise him. According to what Andrea said, Hill was the real representative of the King of Graycastle, and he had a higher position than Yorko the Ambassador. After Yorko retreated, Hill did not leave; instead, he began to run several acrobatics troupes. This way, he hid his identity and scattered eyes and ears to every corner of the city. In the face of such a skilled man who was deeply trusted by Roland, he had to show his respect even though he was an Earl. In addition, he also needed his help at the moment. ¡°The wishes of the civilians are very important, my lord.¡± Hill nodded. ¡°In the eyes of the great nobles, they may only be humble grains of sand or tax-offering lambs, but sometimes the sand will bury people and lambs can ruin the herdsman. If this occurs in Neverwinter, I think the result probably will be completely different.¡± ¡°What will happen in your opinion?¡± Earl Tokat, who was riding on the other side of the Prime Minister, curiously asked. ¡°As long as there is such a sign, the people will already report the revolters to the City Hall before His Majesty does anything,¡± Hill replied with a smile. ¡°Hill¡­ Sir,¡± Oro Tokat, Otto Luoxi¡¯s good friend, coughed and pointed to the team following them, ¡°Did you summon the Rats following behind us?¡± ¡°I happen to have some connection with their chief,¡± Hill frankly said, ¡°so what do you think of it? This gathers much more momentum for us.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, ¡± the old Earl thought, ¡°After wearing the leather armors offered by Black Money, the team of over a thousand Rats looks quite plausible.¡± Otherwise, his team would not be such a deterrence since there are only about 40 Extraordinary warriors, as well as the guards of Earl Tokat and his own. However, Rats were useless in other aspects. Moreover, as a great noble, he felt quite uncomfortable to march together with the Rats on Black Street. In addition, the Rats were infamous for being double-crossers and asking for more than they should. Earl Quinn wondered what kind of deal Hill made with them. ¡°Don¡¯t you worry that they may rebel?¡± asked Oro, who apparently could not hide his feelings, ¡°You know that they¡¯re not unfamiliar with betrayal.¡± ¡°That also depends on what they can get,¡± Hill turned to Earl Quinn, ¡°I promised them the identity of freemen in your name. If you successfully become the King of Dawn, they¡¯ll be rid of the unstable life and become the citizens of the City of Glow under your protection.¡± Horford could not help frowning and said, ¡°Although the Rats are indeed hated and despised by most people, the real reasons why they are degenerates are because of poverty and hunger, rather than the recognition of others. If this isn¡¯t changed, even though I can spare them of past crimes, the new identity is useless for them. They¡¯ll become Rats again sooner or later.¡± ¡°Since these people are willing to take such a risk to get an identity, they¡¯re not stupid or lazy. Maybe they just lack an opportunity.¡± Hill replied casually, ¡°As for the cause of degeneration¡­ Rest assured. When His Majesty¡¯s messengers come next time, you¡¯ll find that there are much more job opportunities than you expect, and you don¡¯t need to feed them¡­ Because they¡¯ll feed themselves at that time.¡± The huge crowd walked through the market and entered Rising Sun Avenue. The wall of the Castle District was right before them. Behind the stone wall was where the Moya family had lived for generations. Looking at the palace and High Tower where the dawn shone, Horford suddenly became nervous. He had been the Prime Minister for over a decade and had experienced too many twists and turns. Except for the moments where he found that his daughter was a witch and Fenancy died of disease, he seldom felt so unease. Today, he stood at the threshold of a new field out of luck. Even though the real ruler would be the King of Graycastle while he would be just a king in name, the Quinn family would reach the pinnacle of nobles, which was, to become the royal family of a country! He had disobeyed the advice of his ancestors, but he also made it possible for his family to reach a new summit. In such a complicated mood, the old Earl could not help asking, ¡°Is it really okay.. to let my daughter participate in this battle?¡± ¡°Of course, you may not know, but Andrea is no longer the noble lady who couldn¡¯t leave without your protection. She¡¯s now an outstanding combat witch and she¡¯ll fire the first shot of the siege. ¡°Hill smiled, ¡°Please prepare your speech before the final attack. It¡¯s not to the Extraordinary warriors and Rats, but to the people who accompanied us here. Tell them that the new age of the Kingdom of Dawn is coming soon.¡± ¡­ Andrea stood on the top floor of the belfry, observing the palace in the wind. This was the only place in the inner city where she could overlook the stone wall of the royal palace, though it was about 600 meters away. From afar, it seemed that she could embrace the grand palace in a hug and the people in it were little ants. For the Castle District, this was an absolute safe distance. Even a heavy catapult could not threaten the stone wall here. From here, she would open a gap for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches in the battle. Just then, she saw a red flame flying upwards over Rising Sun Avenue, which was a sign that indicated the start of the battle. She took out the bolt rifle, which was specially made by Miss Anna, loaded the ten-bullet clip, opened the aiming lens, and raised the gun. She saw a fully-armored knight. Andrea took a deep breath and began to control the magic power in her body. It was a wonderful feeling. The magic power seemed to turn into a pair of gentle hands that lightly held her arms, elbows, and fingers. In such an embrace, she felt that she entered a mystical state, as tough as a rock and as light as a feather. The former made the weapon in her hands undisturbed, while the latter made her become part of the wind, swaying gently with the breeze touching her cheeks. When the two combined into one, Andrea snapped the trigger¡ª With a great roar and heat, the high-speed revolving bullet flew out of the barrel and fell toward the stone wall! Chapter 939 Chapter 939: Andrea the Marksman Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Without bothering to check the result, Andrea pointed to the next target with the aiming lens. The magic power consumed in precise shooting varied with the difficulty of the shooting. The more difficult the target was, the more magic power she had to consume. That meant that her magic power, which could have been sufficient for arrow or stone shooting for two to four hours, would be exhausted in about eight minutes from shooting from such a long distance. She had to shoot as many bullets as she could. Her ability responded to her will. Andrea felt that she was dancing rather than shooting. The adjustment of the gun, the rising and falling of her arm, and every movement of her body seemed to integrate with the world in harmony. Shooting at every breath, Andrea soon used up ten bullets and immediately changed to a new clip. The whole process was as smooth as water and as proficient as a well-prepared performance. However, it was not so easy for the people on the stone wall. Death was flying to Appen¡¯s army within seconds, while they were completely unaware of it. The knight who was commanding the mercenaries to adjust the crossbow machines became the first victim. The shooting range of these crossbow machines was about 120 meters, and the cast-iron arrows would easily penetrate the large shields and armors of knights within 30 meters. This weapon could be described as the best weapon for defending the palace in terms of a normal attack. In order to withstand the monster soldiers of extraordinary strength, Appen had ordered them to move all inventory from the warehouse on the wall. Eight crossbow machines were arranged on the wall segment that directly faced Rising Sun Avenue. Considering the limited width of the avenue, any invader, no matter how strong he was, could not hide from the intensive shooting of the iron crossbows. The mercenaries heard a muffled sound and saw the knight who had been giving orders fall silently back onto the ground, with his chest sunk in. ¡°Someone is attacking!¡± A warning immediately came from the top of the wall. They drew their swords but failed to find out where the attack came from. Followed by the second and third attack¡ª Death raised his Scythe again and again. The guards constantly fell, while the enemy did not appear. An inexplicable fear overwhelmed them. Death was not surprising for these people who had been used to fighting all their life, but it was a different story when they could do nothing but wait for death. Especially for a few mercenaries who were confident about their abilities. They found that their increasingly proficient skills were useless as their opponent did not even give them a chance to counterattack. Clumsy servants or experienced knights were no different in the face of such an unexpected attack. They saw their enemies in the Hermes battle at least, while they were just waiting for the call of Death this time. Less than a minute later, over twenty people were killed on the wall segment. Upon hearing the painful moaning of the wounded, most people were about to collapse. ¡°Look for cover. There is a witch!¡± Just then, the order of the chief knight somewhat woke them up, ¡°As long as we hide behind the battlements and big logs, we can avoid the attack! Bring out the God¡¯s Punishment Arrows and shoot toward any possible direction to force that damn witch out!¡± Andrea also noticed the change on the stone wall. A knight wearing golden-lined armor seemed to be commanding their actions. Those guards were moving closer to him and hiding behind various obstacles while shooting arrows without targets. Some of them even threw arrows by hands. Their purpose was obvious. The actions of the enemy were not threatening to her at all. However, if she could not completely destroy the enemy, it would hinder the actions of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches in the siege. The position of the commander was a blind zone for Andrea from the belfry. She could faintly see his arm, which was out of the battlement, and a small part of his helmet. Usually, it was impossible for her to hit such a target; however, she had a different idea since watching the First Army¡¯s cannon show. Andrea constantly drew the magic power to fill her arms. Pushed by the invisible hands, the gun in her hand continued to rise up until it pointed to the sky. When the familiar feeling of harmony appeared again, she pulled the trigger without hesitation. At that moment, Andrea felt that she saw the trajectory of the bullet. It was thrown high in the air but did not lose all speed after passing the apex. On the contrary, it dived toward the target with forward momentum. Although the distance between the two was about 600 meters, it had flown a longer distance in the air, so the time for this bullet was much longer than the previous ones she shot. Then she lowered the barrel, aimed at the knight¡¯s helmet and fired. The second bullet arrived earlier and accurately hit the edge of the battlement. Bricks immediately splashed, and the deformed bullet spun to hit the upper part of the helmet and knocked it away. The huge impact made the knight lose his balance and fall forward, and exposed his soft neck. At the same time, the first bullet arrived and, as expected, pierced into his skin from an angle, and fractured his cervical vertebra into several sections. The chief knight had no time to react. He just heard a muffled sound behind his head, felt the chill on his neck, and then lost consciousness. This shot almost consumed all the rest magic power of Andrea. A strong sense of dizziness overwhelmed her and the consequence of excessive consumption made her hands tremble. She even had difficulty holding the butt of the gun. Nevertheless, the fall of the chief knight also became the last straw for the mercenaries. The defensive line of the stone wall immediately collapsed. Everyone turned around and ran toward the stairs, lest they would become the next target of death. No one even paid any attention to the big logs, hot oil, and crossbow machines, which were seen by the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. ¡°Woo¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡± The horn for attacking was sounded. Elena, who was in the siege team, rushed in first. In addition to carrying her commonly used tools, she brought a bundle of hemp rope in her hand. Just as she approached the foot of the wall, she threw the rope. At the end of the rope, she had tightly tied a square-shaped hook. A moment later, there were several ¡°hanging cables¡± available for climbing the stone wall. The stone wall, which was about five meters high, was difficult for common people, but in the eyes of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, it was a fence which they could directly climb over. Elena casually climbed to the top of the wall via the hemp rope only to find out the Castle District had been a mess. The supervising and preparatory teams arranged by Appen did not play their roles. Just when the guards on the stone wall were defeated, the guards of Earl Luoxi suddenly drew their swords toward the guard team of the Kingdom of Dawn. The guards on the stone wall wanted to run away as soon as possible, so the three parties created chaos on the spot. Elena raised her lips, took out the huge sword on her back, and leaped over the stone wall. No one could withstand her frontal blows. As long as they were included in the range of the giant sword, the enemies were severely wounded or killed. By her power alone, she created a path in the crowd. As the God¡¯s Punishment Witches joined the battlefield, Earl Quinn had the situation well in hand. Chapter 940 Chapter 940: Fading Past Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Earl Luoxi! That damn traitor, how dare he ¡ª!¡± Appen, who was watching the battle from the top of the castle, furiously said, ¡°I¡¯m going to kill him and his son! Ministers, where are my ministers?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, Lord Kerlong said earlier that he was going to¡­ handle some things,¡± after a while, the chief guard hesitated to reply, ¡°but I think¡­ he may not be back.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± The King of Dawn turned suddenly and gasped at the latter. ¡°You agreed,¡± said the chief guard hesitatively. ¡°In addition to Lord Kerlong, Lord Wirant and ¡®Gold Hourglass¡¯ Neal also left. Your Majesty, everyone is gone but me.¡± It was only then that Appen noticed that only the chief guard and several servants were in the huge hall. He instantly understood what the chief guard meant by saying ¡°may not be back.¡± ¡°Traitors!¡± He threw the scepter to the ground and said, gnashing his teeth, ¡°Traitors, traitors¡­ My reign is ruined by these traitors.¡± He consented to their departure indeed, but what were their reasons? One said that he was going to check the defense of the stone wall, another said that he was going to the inner court to supervise the maids preparing for war. Those were originally their duty, but they now turned out to be their excuses! Were his ministers ready to flee before the enemy had launched their attack? ¡°Your Majesty, those cowards are bound to be punished in the end, but the immediate priority now is to withdraw from here as soon as possible!¡± The chief guard approached and said, ¡°Those mercenaries won¡¯t win us much time. Even the imperial guards could not withstand the enemy for over an hour. It¡¯ll be too late then!¡± ¡°No, I want to see the traitors be punished!¡± Said Appen, pushing the chief guard away, ¡°Go to the underground cell and bring the head of Otto Luoxi to me!¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°This is your king¡¯s command!¡± He yelled at the top of his voice. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the chief guard took a step back and bowed. After his only subordinate left, Appen felt that his fingers were slightly trembling, and his eyes seemed to swell and even his vision was covered by a layer of light red. He slowly sat on his chair and stared at his hands, hoping to tear the traitors alive! It was over. When the mercenaries on the top of the city wall fled for no reason and gave up the stone wall, his failure had been assured. The rebellion of Earl Luoxi was insignificant. But he could not understand why Earl Luoxi would risk losing his eldest son to betray him. Why would Horford Quinn get the complete support of the other two families? He was unable to explain it. Though the three families in the City of Glow were seen as a whole, their respective interests were not exactly the same. In this challenge which might cost their lives, he could not figure out who would be trusted by them to such a degree. Appen found that he did not know the city or the three families so deeply as he had thought. In the end, he did not get the answer of the chief guard. A team of warriors, whom he had never seen before, opened the hall door. Their weapons were still dripping blood, and their armor was also splashed with blood stains. However, there was no trace of exhaustion on their face. They were so relaxed, as if they had just gone through a street fight. The chief guard declared that they could resist for an hour, but, in reality, they failed to even hold out for a quarter of an hour. The rebellon had overwhelming superiority. Then he saw the usurper, Horford Quinn, who had vowed to always support the Moya family. In addition to Earl Quinn, two other traitors entered the hall together, along with their successors: Oro Tokat and Otto Luoxi. When he saw the latter, Appen knew that the revenge he wanted had become impossible. ¡°Why is this¡ª¡± ¡°Are you surprised as to why Otto is still alive?¡± Oro interrupted him, ¡°It¡¯s not too hard to hide two warriors in the secret path of the palace, not to mention that the ordinary iron gates and fences could not stop their actions. As for how they got into the Castle District, you¡¯d have to go to ask the guards. I don¡¯t think those guards, in their panic, may care much about the members of an acrobatics troupe .¡± Appen¡¯s pupils suddenly shrank. ¡°If that¡¯s not a bluff, does that mean that they could have entered my bedroom at any time?¡± ¡°Yes, just as what you think.¡± Oro spread out his hands and said, ¡°The King of Graycastle needed to create a tribute; otherwise, you would have already been beheaded by them. To be honest, I¡¯m so disappointed in you, Your Majesty¡­ I thought you imprisoned Otto just out of anger. I had never expected that you would use him to threaten Earl Luoxi and even intend to kill him.¡± He sighed and continued to say, ¡°I had thought¡­ Even if we¡¯re not friends anymore, you would not forget the days when we were.¡± ¡°You mean Roland Wimbledon? So that was all his doing?¡± Appen did not care about the second half of Oro¡¯s words, as ¡°King of Graycastle¡± mentioned by Oro had attracted all his attention. He said,¡±Do you know what you¡¯re doing? You¡¯re helping a demon. You not only betrayed your ancestors¡¯ vows but also sacrifice your kingdom and subjects to him! You¡¯re foolish!¡± He pointed angrily to Horford Quinn, ¡°And you! Do you think you can really sit on this throne? In fact, you¡¯re just a puppet! Haven¡¯t you thought about it? Why did he start the mutiny? Why did he fight against me if he were not attempting to annex the Kingdom of Dawn? Don¡¯t forget, since these people can easily overthrow me today, they¡¯ll easily push you into the abyss one day!¡± ¡°You¡¯re wrong,¡± suddenly a woman from outside said, ¡°he did it for two reasons, to save Otto and to protect the witches.¡± ¡°Absurd¡ª¡± Appen was ready to scold her presumption and ignorance, but his voice was suddenly stuck in his throat, ¡°You, you¡¯re¡­¡± She seemed to be very weak and could not stand up without the help of others. Even so, her superior beauty could not be hidden. Her long blonde hair and vaguely familiar face reminded him of a person who only existed in his memory. ¡°Andrea Quinn,¡± her reply confirmed his guess. ¡°It¡¯s been a long time since we met, Appen.¡± For a second, all the questions in his mind were answered. The reason why the Tokats supported Earl Quinn and why Earl Luoxi took risks¡ª indeed, there was one person who could gain the trust of both families at the same time. That was because both of their children had been in love with her. The anger in his heart was quenched and replaced by desperation all of a sudden. He murmured for a moment and finally asked, ¡°Why?¡± Why did you finally choose them and not me? If I¡¯m doomed to be defeated by Roland Wimbledon, why did you also betray me? I can give you more than he does. If it were not for that accident, you would have ruled the kingdom with me. Andrea seemed to read his mind and replied, ¡°Because I¡¯m a witch, Appen. A Fallen who deserves to be killed in your mind.¡± Chapter 941 Chapter 941: Baring his Soul Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Appen suddenly froze. In other words, that accident years ago was a lie specifically set up by Earl Quinn to cover up the fact that his daughter became a witch? Andrea was a demonic Fallen one all along¡­ He never knew¡­ But the fact remained that the ones who murdered his father and brought destruction to his kingdom were indeed witches. If it weren¡¯t for their unimaginable abilities, the current situation would be totally different. His wish to avenge his father¡­ was it wrong? The two thoughts were colliding in Appen¡¯s mind, bringing him an unbearable headache. ¡°Your rule ends now.¡± Earl Quinn came forward. ¡°No matter what, the Kingdom of Dawn must not continue to act according to your will. The witches will get their deserved recognition and obtain the same status and rights as the common people. They will be able to walk the streets freely, hold official positions, claim inheritances from their families, and even govern this kingdom.¡± He paused for a moment and looked at Andrea. ¡°As for you¡ª¡± ¡°What, do you intend to kill a member of the royal family?¡± Appen glared at him with a ferocious scowl. ¡°Did you forget your oath to your ancestors? Did you forget my family name?! Answer me, Horford Quinn!¡± His sharp questioning made everyone who was present retreat a step in fear¡ªexcept for Andrea and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. ¡°I am a direct descendant of the royal house of Moya and the one and only heir! Even if I am no longer a king, you will carry the title of Kingslayer from now on!¡± he shouted, ¡°The order of the Kingdom of Dawn will be destroyed by you and the great noble families will never trust you again!¡± ¡°I won¡¯t kill you,¡± Horford sighed, ¡°If my family wasn¡¯t at stake, I would have never chosen to act like this. But you need to swear to leave the Kingdom of Dawn forever and never come back. This way, you can take whoever you want with you and leave the king¡¯s city. The only alternative is that I imprison you in the castle¡¯s dungeon, just like what you did to the eldest son of the Luoxi family.¡± ¡°Is this decision supported by all three big families?¡± ¡°The Tokat family doesn¡¯t have any objections.¡± Earl Tokat touched his chest. ¡°The Luoxi family agrees as well.¡± Earl Luoxi continued. ¡°We aren¡¯t as cold-hearted as you,¡± Oro Tokat said, ¡°Fortunately, your order was one step too late, or else¡­¡± ¡°Enough,¡± Otto interrupted him, ¡°Say no more.¡± ¡°Such a group of considerate people. But when faced with the huge differences in power, how long will you be able to sustain such a ridiculous friendship?¡± Appen gazed at the nobles in the hall coldly and thought for a long time before saying, ¡°I choose the first option.¡± He could not let himself be imprisoned in a place where he might never see daylight again. As long as he was alive, he would always be a member of the royalty of the Kingdom of Dawn. Whether it was the Kingdom of Wolfheart or the Kingdom of Everwinter, he would still be treated according to his status. Leaving was preferable to being held in a cage. And it was impossible to guarantee that neither Horford Quinn nor the King of Graycastle would ever make a mistake. So once a dispute eventually arose, the nobles from the other territories would definitely remember his existence. ¡°Then¡­ please take an oath.¡± Earl Quinn nodded. Once Appen Moya finished his oath in the name of the ancestors, the matter was finally resolved. But only Andrea noticed that when the guards escorted the King of Dawn out of the hall, Elena, who was supporting her, had a cold smile on her face. While leaving the castle, Otto suddenly called Andrea from behind, ¡°Andr¡­ Miss Quinn¡­thank you for saving my life. Mister Hill told me in general about what happened in Neverwinter City.¡± She smiled and asked, ¡°Why are you being so formal with your savior and once childhood friend?¡± ¡°No¡­ I¡¯m just¡ª¡± Otto was struck speechless for a moment, his eyes revealing a somewhat happy expression. ¡°Then call her big sister!¡± Oro came forward and grabbed his neck. ¡°Don¡¯t forget who the leader among the four of us was back then, unless of course, you want to take her position!¡± ¡°Oro!¡± Otto struck the latter¡¯s chest with his elbow. ¡°Ahem, fine, I¡¯m just joking around because you were too tense¡­¡± Oro acted as if he was hurt. ¡°It¡¯s been so long since we last met. Today, the Flower of Glow is back with us, we must have a good gathering tonight. How about at our usual old place?¡± ¡°The Silver Antler Tavern?¡± Andrea raised her eyebrows. ¡°That place still exists?¡± ¡°It is, after all, a Luoxi family business. It won¡¯t close so easily. The manager is quite incapable though.¡± ¡°Hey¡ª¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have a problem.¡± ¡°Then it¡¯s decided. I¡¯ll leave you two alone for now. I have somewhere to be.¡± Oro waved. ¡°An, Andrea¡­¡± Otto took a deep breath. ¡°I want to talk to you in private.¡± Even though he didn¡¯t know why his old friend was willing to let go of such a chance to catch up with Andrea, for him this was an extremely rare opportunity. He did not want to borrow Oro¡¯s words anymore to tell her that he had missed her. And he could feel the difference in Andrea¡¯s attitude from they the time they met in Neverwinter city. Even though it seemed like she was still in conflict with her identity as a lady of the Quinn family, at least she did not treat her childhood friends as strangers. This was obvious from the way she had smiled before. ¡°¡­¡± Andrea thought for a moment and then nodded. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the courtyard.¡± Otto felt his heart suddenly beating faster. The person supporting her did not follow them, so the two of them, one behind another, walked into the courtyard. ¡°Are¡­ are you alright?¡± Looking at the witch¡¯s back, which was shaking as she was walking, Otto wanted to but did not dare to help her. These kinds of gestures had been so common back when they were children. ¡°This is just a side-effect of excessive use of magic power, it¡¯s not really harmful to the body. Actually, we all have to go through this in order to improve our magic capacity. I¡¯ll be back to normal in two days so don¡¯t worry,¡± Andrea said while shrugging her arms, ¡°It¡¯s just the two of us now, what would you like to talk about?¡± Otto bit his lips. ¡°Do you still remember what I told you in Neverwinter city? That Oro would go to your grave every year and leave flowers¡­¡± ¡°I remember.¡± ¡°In fact, there¡¯s one more thing that I didn¡¯t tell you¡­¡± He took a deep breath. ¡°I also did the same every year¡ªbecause I couldn¡¯t forget you. Back at the dungeon, when I heard you saying ¡®I am here¡¯, I almost can¡¯t describe the feeling of joy that I felt in my heart. At that moment, I decided that no matter what, I have to say this to you. Andrea, can you stay here?¡± Andrea didn¡¯t seem surprised. She only smiled and said, ¡°Thank you, but you are too late.¡± ¡°What do you mean by too late¡­¡± ¡°I already have someone I want to always stay beside, so¡­ I won¡¯t be staying in the City of Glow.¡± She replied seriously in a soft and quick manner, ¡°If you had asked me ten years ago, maybe I would have agreed.¡± Otto¡¯s heart sank. ¡°Is it His Majesty Roland? If you mean him, then he¡¯s definitely a better choice than me¡­¡± ¡°I would never compete against Nightingale,¡± Andrea interrupted him, ¡°I am her most trusted ally.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Um, no, nevermind¡­¡± She coughed twice. ¡°Well, it¡¯s not what you think. Otto, witches can¡¯t continue the family bloodline and in fact, I don¡¯t want to be restricted by the rules of nobility. Ten years is a long time. I¡¯m no longer the Flower of Glow that you used to know. It¡¯s better like this, do you understand?¡± Otto opened his mouth and was about to say ¡°I¡¯m willing to give up everything about the nobility¡±, but there was an invisible force that stopped him before he could. He was also not a capricious child anymore, who could just avoid taking any responsibilities. It would be the greatest disappointment for his father and sister Belinda. In the end, Otto could only watch as Andrea¡¯s back disappeared through the courtyard¡¯s entrance. Chapter 942 Chapter 942: Only A Mortal Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two days later. Palace of the City of Glow. ¡°You¡¯re leaving today? Can¡¯t you stay here a little longer?¡± Horford Quinn, with mixed feelings in his heart, looked at Andrea, who had come to bid him farewell. ¡°Otto and the others must also want to spend a bit more time with you.¡± ¡°It¡¯s been a long time since I left Neverwinter city, and there are people waiting for me there,¡± Andrea said frankly. ¡°Today is the day that the old regime of the Kingdom of Dawn will be replaced by the new one. Considering their identity as their families¡¯ heirs, they shouldn¡¯t be wasting time on banquets and games. Since we are friends, meeting once is enough already.¡± ¡°She has indeed changed,¡± Earl thought to himself. She has matured. ¡°About the subsequent negotiations with Graycastle¡­ Do you have any suggestions?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know much about government affairs¡ªin Neverwinter city, the ones who are responsible for them aren¡¯t the nobles but rather freemen, after passing some kind of examination. If you want to know more details, you¡¯d better talk to Hill Fawkes. He has always been in contact with the Western Region.¡± Andrea paused for a moment. ¡°If you want my advice, don¡¯t make the same mistake as Appen.¡± Horford revealed a wry smile. ¡°Continuing to resist Graycastle even after personally experiencing the power that Roland Wimbledon possesses, that would be quite stupid.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not only about that¡­¡± Andrea shook her head. ¡°The upcoming Battle of Divine Will concerns the fate of all of humanity, so any infighting between us would only accelerate our destruction¡ªno matter whether it¡¯s Graycastle or the Kingdom of Dawn, none of us can survive alone in this upcoming calamity. So you have to keep in mind what will be more beneficial for our families.¡± ¡°It¡¯s in our best interests to survive.¡± Horford quickly understood the meaning of his daughter¡¯s words. ¡°As for our hope to survive, it now lies entirely with His Majesty Roland.¡± She waved her hands and said, ¡°So maintain order in the Kingdom of Dawn and cooperate together with Graycastle to get through the Battle of Divine Will. That is my only advice.¡± Earl Quinn nodded slowly. ¡°¡­I understand.¡± Just as Andrea turned around, he stopped her once again. ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to see me off, there are still many things you have to do today. And you don¡¯t need to worry about my safety, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches will be coming back with me to Neverwinter,¡± she said without turning around. ¡°No, I wanted to say¡­ I¡¯m sorry, my dear daughter.¡± When he said those words, Horford suddenly felt a lot older, but his heart felt like it was relieved of a great burden. In fact, he had so much more to say. Such as how sending her away at that time was indeed for the sake of the family but it was also to protect her. Or how much he regretted not discussing that issue with his wife. If he had a chance to choose again, he probably wouldn¡¯t have acted as harshly as he had. And finally, how happy he felt when he found out from Otto that she still alive and well¡­ However, Earl Quinn understood that the damage was already done. No matter what he said now, it would only sound like an excuse, nothing more than made-up words. This was the price of his decision. Andrea had now become so mature, he couldn¡¯t act too badly in front of her. Without saying anything else, the old earl closed his eyes. ¡°Well¡­ I¡¯ll be going then.¡± His daughter¡¯s steps slowly faded away and finally disappeared from his ears. Though he did not hear the word ¡®Father¡¯ that he yearned so much for, at the same time, he could feel that her attitude was not as cold as before. At least, she no longer addressed him as Lord Earl. This was acceptable too, he thought. After all, this is just a temporary goodbye. They would have the chance to meet again in the future. Time heals all wounds. His decision ten years ago had made him lose so much. But Horford Quinn was determined to use the same amount of time to redeem himself. *************** Leaving Whitewave Bay, the ship entered the sea. Appen put down the map in his hands and looked out from the porthole. This route was one of the main commercial routes to the Wavelight Port of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. From time to time, one could see merchant ships coming and going. Occasionally, some fishermen¡¯s boats would approach them trying to sell some fresh fish and vegetables. If he was still the king, the ships sailing around him should have been three-masted galleons flying the imperial flags, and if he wished to eat some fresh food, he would be naturally served by his maids. Those damn traitors were to blame for everything! It had been a week since he was brought down from his throne. During this time, he could not stop thinking about the day of his fateful return. Even if he couldn¡¯t do anything to the King of Graycastle, he would never let the three big families enjoy his city and the fruits of their rebellion. After careful consideration, Appen finally chose his first destination¡ªthe Thousand Blade Fort of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. That place was right next to the borders of the Kingdom of Dawn, and it was rumored that its Lord had blood relations with the nobility of the Kingdom of Dawn. So he would not be too harsh on the Moya family. But most importantly, due to the close relations between the nobles residing in both the kingdoms, if his identity was ever to be needed, then they would be able to easily contact him. Those Lords were always conspiring against each other, but at the end of the day, everyone only cared for their own benefits. Since he was no longer the ruler of the City of Glow, their interests would not be in conflict. Furthermore, his lineage could actually come in handy for achieving their new interests. For the sake of revenge, Appen decided to suppress his feelings of chagrin for now. When the time was right, he would make everyone who underestimated him pay dearly! Thinking about that, he started to cheer up. At the same time, he felt a sense of hunger. It would be nice to have some fruits now as the ships on this route would become more scarce as they left the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s coasts. He had just heard the sound of a fishing boat docking with his boat. Appen shook the thin string on his table, which was connected to a bell outside. Whenever it rang, the maid would have to come in. Yet, there was no response from the outside this time. His eyebrows were instantly raised. He could not believe that he had fallen so low that even his maid would dare to be lazy. He felt the urge to murder someone rising. Fine, because of her negligence she could serve as an example. Among his group of followers, other than the Moya family members and his loyal knights, the rest of them really needed to be taught a lesson. He had to let them know that even on a ship, as long they were in his presence, they had to act like they were in the palace. Appen exited the room but found no one outside. Not only the maids but even the sailors, his guards, the slaves¡­ nobody was left. The cabin was strangely silent, and the only thing that could be heard were the waves crashing against the ship. He suddenly felt a cold sweat running down his spine. Something was wrong! Was he abandoned? No¡­ that was impossible. Even if the mercenaries and the servants wanted to leave, his loyal knights that were trained by his family would have definitely stopped them. Not to mention there should have been at least some noise due to a dispute! Appen decided to climb out of the hold onto to the deck to have a look. There should still be some sailors there no matter what. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a bloodstained dagger being pointed at his neck. The one holding the dagger was an extremely ugly woman, but with eyes as bright as stars. Appen instantly realized that she did not belong to the ship crew. He would have noticed a person with such distinguishing features. She must be an intruder! ¡°Who sent you? Do you know what are you doing, lowlife? I am the King of Dawn, the Moya family¡¯s¡ª¡± His voice suddenly stopped. He realized he could no longer breathe through his throat, it was clogged by the gushing blood. A striking pain starting from his neck spread down his chest and a coldness swept through his body, taking away all of his strength. As he fell down, he only heard a whisper above his head. ¡°Well, you are only a mortal after all.¡± Chapter 943 Chapter 943: The Spread Blackflame Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°All clear?¡± While looking at Zooey, who was walking down the deck, Elena asked. ¡°Yes, it took some time.¡± Zooey wiped the fresh blood on her face. ¡°Luckily it¡¯s all cleared now.¡± ¡°What are we going to do next?¡± Betty asked, shrugging, ¡°Write a report to His Majesty, Roland?¡± ¡°Leave it to Elena. I¡¯m not good at summarizing. After all, His Majesty didn¡¯t take it very seriously. He only told us to maintain the stability of the situation with whatever necessary means. Just write Appen as a man who resisted change and was full of evil intentions. Such a person is better off dead.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the truth,¡± Betty said as if she thought this over already. ¡°If he had no evil intentions, why would he choose a border town nearest to the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± ¡°His Majesty may not take it seriously, but we can¡¯t do the same.¡± Elena cleared her throat. ¡°I¡¯ll lay out all the details about the cause and effect, and the analysis basis, including what you just said¡ªjust like a record of a meeting in the City Hall.¡± ¡°I bet you just want to get His Majesty¡¯s compliment to win a few more visits to his Dream World.¡± Zooey rolled her eyes and said. ¡°Wha-what did you say!¡± ¡°Really? Why didn¡¯t I think of that¡­¡± Betty looked at Elena with excitement. ¡°Can you teach me how to write an official report?¡± ¡°Um¡­ let¡¯s see.¡± Elena coughed drily. ¡°Let¡¯s get the work done first.¡± ¡°Right.¡± Zooey put away her mocking look. ¡°But don¡¯t put what we¡¯ve just said in your report.¡± ¡°I know.¡± Elena looked at the other end of the deck and waved at a few men in black robes. ¡°Come here.¡± The lead man, supported by another two men by their hands, walked to the witches and bowed. ¡°Lady Oracle, what can I do for you?¡± ¡°Since you were willing to follow me here, it means you¡¯re fully prepared, right?¡± Elena asked seriously. The old man was none other than the founder of ¡°Black Money,¡± the legendary merchant of City of Glow, Banach Lothar. Although the God¡¯s Punishment Witches were incomparable in terms of combat capacity, they still needed the assistance of common people in such a matter as intercepting Appen on the sea and making sure his death could not be traced back to Graycastle. To a common person, regicide was an unimaginable crime, especially when it was to terminate the whole royal bloodline. Ridiculous as it was, even wealth, no matter how enormous it was, was no match for such worship of descent, which was shown from Banach¡¯s shivering shoulders. Nevertheless, he still managed to make a move, indicating his ambition abundantly clear. ¡°Yes¡­ I¡¯m willing to serve you.¡± ¡°Take it easy.¡± Elena patted his shoulder with satisfaction. ¡°In the deities¡¯ eyes, the identities of common people are meaningless. What¡¯s the big deal about a king? It¡¯s nothing but a title. Tell me, what do you plan to do next?¡± Banach eased up a bit. ¡°Among the three plans, I¡¯m in favor of the first. I think to disguise it as a shipwreck is the safest method. Each year, along this route, dozens of ships sink for various reasons like a rainstorm, tsunami, stranding, etc. What¡¯s more, on the sea along the borderline, there¡¯ll be a rainstorm two days later. We only need to drive the ship further into the sea and dig a hole in its bottom. Nobody will know what exactly happened.¡± He gasped and added, ¡°As for disguising it as a pirate robbery or noble¡¯s revenge, I think they aren¡¯t unreasonable. Although we could divert people¡¯s suspicion to certain targets, false facts won¡¯t hold under intense investigation after all. Even if people fail to find any trace, those nobles could just produce some flaws by themselves.¡± ¡°So for the shipwreck, you can make all the clues vanish?¡± Zooey asked coldly. ¡°Yes, my Lady,¡± Banach said with a determination. ¡°Even the sailors I brought with me will disappear with the ship. They are the silent warriors raised by Black Money to clean things up. There is no way the information will leak out.¡± ¡°Silent warriors?¡± Elena looked at the two servants beside him. ¡°Are those two among them?¡± ¡°Yes. They can¡¯t hear, nor speak, and need to be given specific gestures to be commanded. That¡¯s why they¡¯re called silent warriors.¡± ¡°They must have paid a hell of a price¡­¡± Elena knew how troublesome it was to train a deaf-mute into a warrior. At best, the success rate was only one out of ten, given that the trainees were actually in fairly good conditions. But how did an underground Chamber of Commerce find so many well-conditioned deaf-mutes? They probably chose well-conditioned men then turned them into deaf-mutes with medicine. Of course, she did not care how common people treated other common people. Even in the era of the Union, they had never stopped bullying people weaker than them. ¡°This time I took 50 silent warriors with me, who take orders from nobody but me. They¡¯re more than enough to take care of those sailors. So this plan is perfectly safe.¡± Banach said while bowing. ¡°Alright, just do it.¡± Elena looked at Zooey and Betty. ¡°But I have one more thing for you to do.¡± The old businessman swallowed his own saliva. ¡°As long as it¡¯s in my ability, I¡¯ll spare no effort.¡± If it were only to create an ¡°accident¡±, she did not have to conceal it from His Majesty Roland, but the following order was not from Roland but Pasha. ¡°It¡¯s simple. ¡®Black Money¡¯ has made contact with the new King of the Kingdom of Dawn, Horford Quinn. On the one hand, the Chamber of Commerce will continue to appear supporting him, on the other hand, you need to input as many as informants as you can into his new regime to observe the Quinn Family¡¯s acts and moves. Do you understand?¡± ¡°But¡­ isn¡¯t he the puppet supported by you?¡± Banach asked confusedly. ¡°Just in case. After all, common people have a short and fragile determination. When the real challenge comes, who can guarantee the puppet will behave as loyal as he should?¡± Elena paused. ¡°Besides, it¡¯s not reliable to rely on one family to manage the Kingdom of Dawn. I hope your ¡®Black Money¡¯ can be a part of it.¡± If a person had always yearned for power, he would be extremely exhilarated at such a hint, yet Banach did not show much of joy. He asked worriedly, ¡°This is a long-term plan and I¡¯m able to do this, but, as you know, my physical condition¡­¡± Elena took out two bottles from behind her and handed them over to the old man. ¡°Take them. Drink them when you don¡¯t feel well. But remember, don¡¯t drink them within the month of each other. With another six bottles of this, your body will meet the basic criteria for modification.¡± Excitement filled with Banach¡¯s eyes. He anxiously took over the bottles and put them into his pockets carefully. Deeply bowing, he said in excitement, ¡°I guarantee the success of the mission!¡± ¡°Work hard. When it¡¯s done, we¡¯ll turn you into an immortal.¡± Elena said softly. Chapter 944 Chapter 944: The New Witch Group Part I Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland felt relieved while he received the message that the rescue mission had succeeded. Although they failed to take control of the Kingdom of Dawn as a conqueror, after a little deviation from their original plan, the neighboring country at least overthrew the Moya Family¡¯s rule and basically maintained stability. Before the Quinn Family could thoroughly gain a firm foothold, it would remain Graycastle¡¯s most faithful ally. Besides, Andrea was also in Neverwinter. If everything went smoothly, the alliance with the Kingdom of Dawn could at least last until the next generation. Roland did not believe the third Battle of Divine Will would last for a century. Andrea, along with the other God¡¯s Punishment Witches in the expedition, was estimated to return to the Western Region in about a month. Roland intended to make use of this time to make a sound plan for Graycastle¡¯s future development. After all, with the destruction of Timothy¡¯s remnants, the counterforce had temporarily disappeared and the kingdom was integrated in name. Although it would take some time before the secondary City Halls in the various cities to take effect and make Graycastle a highly efficient authoritarian country, he could already start to prepare for it. When the time came, the strength of Graycastle would enjoy an unprecedented leap, lifting it to a whole different level from the other three countries. The key point in his development plan was to put the witches¡¯ abilities into full play. After all, they were the reason for Neverwinter¡¯s high productivity. Within half a month after Anna¡¯s return, the city had enjoyed a series of changes, with the most prominent ones happening in the castle. His mahogany desk was double its former size; on the desk were over 10 wind-up telephones connecting with the Witch Building office, the City Hall, the barracks, the Third Border City, Longsong Stronghold, and so on. In case of emergencies, the guards did not have to run to deliver messages anymore. Furthermore, the first public telephone appeared in the central square, connecting the city with Misty Forest. It extended with the building of railways and satisfied the workers¡¯ demand to communicate with their families as they could not meet face to face over a long period of time. Of course, the fare for using this telephone was time-based, and the number of people to use it was limited and application must be made in advance. If one found it pricey, one could choose to use carrier pigeons or railways to deliver their messages. Thanks to the popularization of preliminary education, text-based communication in Neverwinter had become increasingly popular. In charge of the operation of these systems was the Ministry of Communications, a newly established department in the City Hall. Its work covered every link of the delivery process, from taking care of carrier pigeons to providing home delivery, as a result, its subdivisions instantly grew to a colossal size which was only second to the Ministry of Construction. It offered about a thousand jobs and almost all the newly graduated Neverwinter civilians were taken in. Through this department, Roland could vaguely see the silhouette of a future large group. That was merely the result of Anna¡¯s own ability. After solving the problem of demon¡¯s attack, Roland put most of his efforts on the statistics work of the witches¡¯ abilities from Sleeping Island. With the arrival of the second batch of migrants, 96 witches had joined the Sleeping Spell. To test their abilities alone was stressful enough for Wendy and Scroll. Besides, not all witches were cooperative, which made the first step of data collecting quite difficult. Luckily, with Tilly¡¯s prestige and Wendy¡¯s conciliation, the registration work was more or less finished smoothly. The black notebook in front of Roland was the result of the preliminary examinations of all the witches¡¯ abilities. He had read it over and over in the past few days and figured out the uses of most of the witches¡¯ abilities. Now he felt that the former way of classifying the witches¡¯ abilities as intensifying, summoning, and attaching magic type was too rough and unfit for expressing their usages directly. Hence, he reclassified the witches by their work assignments. For example, witches good at processing were classified as manufacturing type; witches who were pro animals were classified as the cultivating type; witches whose abilities had not found a usage were put under the type of undetermined. Thus the City Hall could clearly see the number of witches which could be employed for production work. Besides, this batch of witches had shown Roland how drastically different their abilities could be. Although they were all Awakeneds, some of them could make flowers bloom from a crack in a stone and some could create big and tall Magic Servants. It was no wonder the Union could not withstand a long term war, because if a combat witch died, it would take years before the role she played could be replaced. Obviously, the most reliable arrangement for a witch was to put her in a factory. Among the list of nearly 100 witches, Roland put special emphasis on four of them. They were No. 26 Darkcloud, No. 43 Azima, No. 44 Doris, and No. 89 Slimwrist. Darkcloud¡¯s ability was to dye. She could dye any object she laid her hands on into any color she wanted it to be, without changing its original nature. Theoretically, it was an ability of attaching magic. Its effective time was limited, its consumption was closely related to the target¡¯s size, and its effect was free from the influence of God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. But Darkcloud¡¯s dyeing ability was so powerful that its effective time was strikingly long. This was probably because the change of color barely affected the object and she only needed to use a little bit of magic power for the dyeing effect to last for years. In other words, if Darkcloud exhausted her magic power, the dyeing effect could last for a century. But the size of the object still mattered. She could not, like what Hummingbird did, release her ability in an instant and reduce its effective time, so if she ran into a large object beyond the upper limit of her magic power, her ability would not take effect. Things like changing color of the sea in one breath would be impossible for her. In fact, according to Wendy¡¯s test, Darkcloud could affect an area with the length and width of two arms-length, roughly 1.5 square meters. To Roland, such an area was big enough. After all, an object could be divided and combined. In a manner of speaking, Darkcloud¡¯s ability filled in a gap in Neverwinter¡ªthe dyeing technology. In the current era, the dyeing method mainly depended on extracting colors from nature, which in later ages would be a big selling point. But the truth was the performance of colors extracted from nature was terrible¡ªtoo many impurities, fading easily, poor oxidation resistance, and too few varieties. As a result, only nobles could afford colorful clothes, and the colors mostly came from embedded gold and silver threads. Dyes had a broad usage. Apart from the traditional textile industry, other areas like education, printing, chemical, and biology all needed them. To some extent, Darkcloud could reduce the burden on Soraya¡¯s shoulders, which basically made her a great jack of all trades. But witches No.43 and No.44 gave Roland a headache. Azima and Doris were the kind of witches, according to Wendy, who were unwilling to cooperate. In the initial meeting, they had expressed their dissatisfaction about Tilly and wished to leave Neverwinter as soon as possible. Although this plan was temporarily put off by Scroll, the crack still existed. Whether the two wanted to be recruited and devoted to work remained unknown. Unfortunately, their abilities were very peculiar¡ªAzima¡¯s ability was ¡°Source Tracing¡±, although unique, yet not irreplaceable. But Doris¡¯s ability of ¡°demonification¡± enabled Roland to see the possibility of using magic power on a large scale. Chapter 945 Chapter 945: The New Witch Group Part II Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Simply speaking, Azima¡¯s ability could trace an entire object through a piece of it, or through a microelement to trace its concentrated spot. Undoubtedly, for a Sleeping Island witch, this was a type of survival ability. For example, holding a drop of fresh water, Azima could find a creek or a lake; or judging from the kernel of a fruit from an animal¡¯s feces, she could estimate the fruit tree¡¯s location and size. Due to the contribution her ability made to the team, quite a few Eastern Region witches gathered together under her leadership and made a tight group out of themselves. In Roland¡¯s eyes, Source Tracing was undoubtedly the best way for discovering natural resources, whose general purposes were even broader than Sylvie¡¯s Eye of Magic. The logic was simple. When Sylvie looked through the ground, her magic power consumption would drastically increase and her perception of distance would greatly decrease. She was totally qualified for marking ore beds in the North Slope Mine area, but perceiving mineral veins deeply buried was beyond her ability. Even for resources in superficial layers, she could barely tell their category or scale. She could only tell something was underground, but not what it was. Roland did not worry about Azima in this aspect. She could not only know a single resource¡¯s exact location, but also its reserve. If her ability could be combined with Lucia¡¯s ability of purification, Roland might be able to mark the entire periodic table of elements on the map of Graycastle. When Roland learned geology, what impressed him the most was a colorful national map marked with resources. Now that Graycastle had united under his banner, he should aim at broadening his raw material sources to the entire country, or even to the Kingdom of Dawn, the Fertile Plains, etc. Even if Azima was unwilling to help, it was not disastrous to Neverwinter. After all, the resources were not going anywhere. Given enough time, he could eventually succeed in his goal. Yet Doris¡¯s enchantment ability was not the same. Since he lacked good observing methods, Roland¡¯s research on magic power did not have a good start, which left the witches as his only source to harness magic powers. Enchantment was an incredible ability. In her notebook, Wendy described as the ability attach magic power to a dead object to recycle, thus greatly slowing down the object¡¯s exhaustion process and makes it look lifelike. Roland had reservations about her ability description. He knew it was only the witches¡¯ customary expression that a dead object could not have magic power. Under most circumstances, this rule applied, with only one exception¡ªthe God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. The joint experiment carried out by Isabella and Agatha showed that God¡¯s Stone did have magic power, or¡­ it at least had the ability to attract magic power, which was originally exclusive to the Awakened. When Isabella smoothed the area under the disturbance of a God¡¯s Stone, she could see extremely tiny magic power residues on its surface, although for only a few seconds. Throughout the entire process, no third party had injected more magic power into it, so those magic power residues must belong to the God¡¯s Stone itself. In another word, unlike what he had expected, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation did not have high-density magic power which could disable other magic powers. But it did have magic power, only the amount was very little. As to how it isolated the effects of magic powers was to be discovered. One thing he could be sure of was that ¡°magic power was incompatible with dead objects¡± was not entirely true. Considering a God¡¯s Stone could soon become a common stone after Isabella¡¯s adjustment, Agatha made a bold speculation: The magic power of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation would keep on running out, but it would also constantly absorb new magic powers as a living entity did, which formed a magic power circulation. Just like sand on a beach, which absorbed heat from sunlight and raised its temperature during the day and released the heat at night. This could explain why Isabella could completely alter the nature of a God¡¯s Stone without interfering with its structure. Agatha also believed that Isabella ¡°killed¡± the God¡¯s Stone. Wendy¡¯s description was obviously made based on Agatha¡¯s conclusion. Roland did not mind it. He still believed that the mineral vein of God¡¯s Stones was indeed dead objects. Whether an object could take in or push out magic power was not connected with whether it was dead or alive. The reason that they could not explain its working theory was that they knew too little, much like before the invention of the microscope, mankind knew nothing about the microworld. In his eyes, enchantment was, in a manner of speaking, a kind of ¡°conversion to God¡¯s Stone¡±. Of course, disregarding the theory, this ability was undoubtedly effective. According to the tests, it could take effects on targets as Magic Stones, Sigils, objects of enchantment, etc. Magic powers injected into them could be supplemented by itself, and create a circulation. For instance, when Dawn I was fully injected with magic power, it could generate electricity for five consecutive days, but when Mystery Moon held Broken Sword, Dawn I¡¯s working time could be prolonged by 10 more days. No matter what, the magic power injected in the bronze stick was constantly running away and would not stay forever in an enchanted object. That meant even if Mystery Moon¡¯s magic power could reach the same level as Anna¡¯s, it could only sustain a few more Dawn I at the same time. It could barely satisfy the needs for the factory¡¯s illumination and the equipment¡¯s operation, let alone be put to use on a larger scale. And a Dawn I enchanted by Doris could absorb the ubiquitous magic powers to compensate for its magic power consumption, therefore keeping the magnetic poles working. Although its loss and gain of magic power were not entirely equal, the improvement was still astonishing for a short-term enchantment. It meant Mystery Moon could be relieved from the maintenance work of energy charging and become an energy manufacturer. It also meant that, besides the factories, many other places could get stable electricity supply. At the same time, many enchantment abilities, which were originally of little value, would gain purpose. Additionally, Agatha and Isabella could get a pile of test targets similar to God¡¯s Stones, which would greatly help their research on magic power. As for the issues with enchantments, such as taking too long to take effect, low efficiency, magic power circulation could be broken off by God¡¯s Stones, etc, were nothing compared to the ability itself. So no matter what, Roland needed to keep such a witch. After thinking it over, he felt the only strategy that could work was the sugarcoated-bullet. ¡ªafter all, in the art of tempting people, he had found no one who could do better than himself. As for the last witch, No.89 Slimwrist, she was just like her name. She was the daughter of a jeweler and was born to be good at carving. She not only had slim wrists but also flexible fingers which enabled her to carve complex patterns. After her awakening, her gift was greatly improved. Not only could she carve much faster, but could also carve on anything. On first glance, Anna could easily do that with her Blackfire, but she was a genius who had gone through two revolutions. Even in the Union, she was among the top Senior Witches, a completely different level than Slimwrist. What Roland liked about Slimwrist was that she could take some workload off of Anna. Besides, there could never be too many precision manufacture practitioners. Back on the Sleeping Island, she could only be a top craftswoman polishing jewelry for nobles, but in Neverwinter, she could propel the advancement of society together with the other witches. Chapter 946 Chapter 946: The Payment Problem Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland closed the notebook and gently sighed. The arrival of numerous Sleeping Island witches would undoubtedly instill the industry of Neverwinter with immeasurable vitality, yet¡­ a few intractable problems lied in front of him, with the toughest one being the issue of payment. Those witches belonged to Sleeping Spell. Theoretically, they were under the leadership of Tilly, so whether they were willing to be employed was totally up to themselves. Although Tilly¡¯s attitude toward him had greatly improved, it was still hard for him to back up his former promise and make use of his connection with Tilly to propel the witches forward. That was to say the position planning in the notebook was only his own intentions for the witches. To what extent those intentions could be realized was dependent on the number of witches who were willing to join in the tides of production. To instill them with slogans like ¡°labor is glorious¡± or ¡°labor changes fate¡± would bring little effect, yet to boast the idea of ¡°fighting for our homeland¡± seemed less meaningful. After all, to them, the only place which could be called their home was Sleeping Island. Roland believed that anyone would fall in love with this city and take it as his or her home after living here for a few years, but it was not the right time yet¡ªnaturally, a newcomer would be cautious and suspicious of a strange, new place. He could not wait for a few years to pass before developing the industry, so he had to offer intriguing payment. Simply speaking, there must be a desire that propelled them to work. Prior to this, Roland had asked Tilly about the witches¡¯ payment. In Sleeping Island, the bounty service the witches offered to the Fjords merchants or explorers were quite costly, most of which cost between tens to hundreds of gold royals. Although Tilly used that money for basic living materials, the witches still got paid according to a primitive quota allocation system. They lived a fairly poor life, but it did not mean they had not seen much money. Besides, nowadays 30% of the profits made from the Chaos Drink trade was at Tilly¡¯s disposal. It was predictable that she would take a small portion of it to improve the witches¡¯ living standard. In other words, even if a witch who chose not to work would not starve to death and could live a better life than the one on the island. So a few extra gold royals might not be enough to get their interest. Besides the low payment, there could be the issue of comparison. Most of the witches in the Witch Union were paid with one to three gold royals per month. Why would the outsiders get better paid? Even if Roland raise their payment as well, there could also be a criticism. Some witches might ask ¡°our payments have been kept at the same level for almost two years, why do we get a raise as soon as the Sleeping Island witches arrived? Do senior witches like us have to depend on the newbies to get a salary raise?¡± Even though the union members would not put it that way, Roland would rather not take that path. At this thought, he could not help but look at the girl resting on the lounge chair reading a picture-story book¡ªNightingale. Nightingale must have felt his gaze and turned over to ask, ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± A perfect curve. ¡°No, now is not the time.¡± Roland cleared his throat and asked, ¡°How long have you been here?¡± ¡°Two years, 11 months, and 26 days.¡± Nightingale sat up. ¡°Why do you ask?¡± So precise? ¡°If I remember correctly, your primary payment was two gold royals a month, right?¡± ¡°Ah, at the time,¡± Nightingale showed an ambiguous smile and said, ¡°that would be right. It was twice as Anna¡¯s payment. At first, I even refused it. Later under your repeated appeal, I, sort of, reluctantly agreed to be your guard.¡± ¡°What appeal? You, after seeing Anna pass through her Day of Adulthood peacefully, went back to stop Cara but ended up having a falling out with her, then decided to stay!¡± Roland rolled his eyes internally. ¡°But during your stay, have you felt that what you gain is not proportional to what you give, and at any point considered to leave?¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± The smile on her face froze and was replaced by a hint of anxiety. ¡°Why¡­why would I leave?¡± ¡°No, it was just a figure of speech,¡± realizing what he said could be easily misinterpreted, he hurriedly corrected himself. ¡°The emphasis is the former half of my words. Are there witches who feel their payment is too low?¡± After confirming that Roland was serious, Nightingale sighed in relief and flashed before his desk. ¡°How is that possible? One gold royal is already half a year¡¯s income for a common person. We¡¯re not working harder than those workers, so our payment being ¡®out of proportion¡¯ is also out of the question. Besides, even if we get a large amount of money, we wouldn¡¯t know how to spend it. After all, we don¡¯t need to worry about making a living, which was out of our imagination in the old days.¡± ¡°Perhaps not every witch thinks so¡­¡± ¡°Why not!?! If you don¡¯t believe me, you can ask Wendy,¡± Nightingale said confidently. ¡°She knows our fellow witches better than I do.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± Roland shrugged and said, ¡°I need her opinion on another matter anyway.¡± ¡°What matter?¡± Nightingale asked curiously. ¡°It¡¯s a secret, but soon you¡¯ll know,¡± Roland answered with a smile. ¡­ ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ve never thought that!¡± Unexpectedly, Wendy¡¯s response was even more intense. ¡°Even without payment, I¡¯d have done my best to build this place. I used to say that Neverwinter is the new Holy Mountain to the witches, and the other sisters are also serving you with the same expectation! If the City Hall is in a shortage of money, I¡¯d like to give you the gold royals I¡¯ve saved.¡± ¡°Um¡­ alright, I¡¯m only collecting opinions.¡± Suddenly, Roland felt very touched by her remarks. Touching his nose, he turned away his head and asked, ¡°Is there anything you want in particular?¡± ¡°This¡­¡± Wendy was startled, and Nightingale began to quickly blink to her. ¡°If you must ask, I feel¡­ that¡­ perhaps¡­ if each one of us could get one more bottle of Chaos Drinks every month¡­ that¡¯ll be great.¡± ¡°Do you agree?¡± Roland looked at Nightingale. ¡°Is this some sort of wishing game?¡± Nightingale gently smiled. ¡°Since we¡¯re asked to freely express our wishes, I think two more bottles would be better.¡± ¡°No doubt.¡± He then had a rough framework of the reform of the witches¡¯ payment. If there were things more valuable than money, it would be the things that money could not buy. Evelyn¡¯s Complex Wine House was often visited by some witches, but its high pricing kept most of the witches out. They turned to the cheaper fruit wine¡ªnot because they could not afford visiting Evelyn¡¯s wine house, but their consumption stopped them from spending a large amount of gold royals on such luxuries. Besides, the Chaos Drinks sold in the wine house were all old varieties. Their low sales made it very hard to replace the inventory, and their freshness could not be compared with the new products released each month. What if I just change the Chaos Drinks from a welfare item to a special item to be purchased? One can call it a points system or a dual currency system. But to entice the witches to work by rewarding them with something gold royals can¡¯t buy, won¡¯t it make the work itself more attractive? At the same time, it could perfectly avoid the witches¡¯ sense of unevenness brought by raising the payment. Besides the Chaos Drinks, Roland had many more ideas for special items that could be purchased, which could maintain their own attractiveness and at the same time not to be imitated by any other companies. Want it? Work hard! Chapter 947 Chapter 947: Return of the Eastern Front Army Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After solving the payment problem, Roland planned to break through another wall on the road of development. This was to formulate standard units. The universal education in Neverwinter had taken millimeter, centimeter, meter, kilometer, and some other distance units into the textbook, replacing the original distance units such as inch, foot, yard, and so on. So far, it was quite effective. The measuring instruments produced according to the new units, due to their high precision, had been universally acknowledged in construction and industrial production departments. The benchmark prototype for centimeter, namely an iron bar as wide as Roland¡¯s nail, was stored in the study of the castle. What he wanted to do next was integrate the other units and popularize them in the entire Kingdom of Graycastle. The reason that he waited for long to do so was that the early levels of production and education did not urgently require new units, and the technique for the units¡¯ popularization was not mature enough. After all, to merely have standards was meaningless. If they could not be produced by measuring instruments, people could not use them in practical life. For now, none of these things were a problem anymore. For example, he defined the volume of a vessel of one cubic decimeter as one liter, the weight of one cubic decimeter of water as one kilogram, and a one-meter long pendulum¡¯s swing at a period of one second¡­ Hummingbird could precisely replicate the vessels for one kilogram and the pendulum could be used for time. With the prototypes and models, factories in Neverwinter could produce numerous replicas. Or Anna would have to take care of all the production of measuring equipment, which was a waste of time and effort. When the industrial technology reached a certain level, the popularization of more precise measuring units would become inevitable and smooth. Roland did not worry that those standards might not be ¡°pure¡± enough. In fact, those prototypes in human history had always been under improvement with the advancement of times. ¡­ Three days later, Iron Axe, leading the Eastern Front Army, finally returned to Neverwinter. Arriving with him was Echo, who had spent almost half a year in the Port of Clearwater. Looking at the two Mojins reporting into him in front of his desk, Roland was overwhelmed with emotions. The two of them had been exiled criminals¡ªone of them with a concealed identity and hunted for a living in Border Town; the other was sold as a slave and lived a dangerous life. But now, they had become indispensable members of Neverwinter. Having shouldered the heavy responsibility of commanding an army all by himself and working busily for months, Iron Axe showed no trace of fatigue, but rather appeared perfectly fine. His gestures and expressions exuded the qualities of a senior general. Echo had changed more dramatically. The influence her slavery life had faded away and her blue-grey eyes radiated confidence. Her temperament matched better with her status as the chief of Osha. It seems experience can indeed change a person. Echo¡¯s report was quite simple. The Wildflame Clan stuck to the agreement and the first batch of migrants had been stationed at the Port of Clearwater. Affected by the choice of the first clan in Iron Sand City, a few relatively smaller clans came up to her and expressed their wishes of serving the chief. The entire plan was carried out quite smoothly. After receiving all the people from those clans, the emigrant population in the Port of Clearwater was estimated to reach 30,000 at the end of the year, a number which could compare favorably with that of the old king¡¯s city. She also brought a letter from Spear, the ruler of Fallen Dragon Ridge. Without reading it, Roland was sure it was a request for more labor and food. ¡°Spear said that as she was only a manager of a small manor, she lacked the experience of taking care of so many people, and she was quite bruised and battered.¡± Echo said, imitating Spear¡¯s tone, ¡°Although the skilled hands in the City Hall were good at work, according to their suggestions, there had to be two to three hundred more clerks to help those migrants settle down. If Your Majesty doesn¡¯t kindly take more care of her, she said she had the impulse to shrug off her burden and run off to Neverwinter to become a common witch.¡± Roland could not help, but laugh. ¡°Who said a common witch is idle. Soraya and Leaf will be watching you. How could you be worthy of such a useful ability as magic power channel if you don¡¯t exhaust it every day?¡± Roland thought to himself. ¡°I see. I¡¯ll dispatch her more officials from the next batch after they had been approved. You must be tired after this mission. Rest for a few days.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Echo bowed and then asked, full of expectation, ¡°Your Majesty, have you been¡­ composing recently?¡± ¡°Um¡­have you learned all the other songs?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ they all have good effects, especially when inspiring people,¡± Echo replied with a smile. ¡°When I¡¯m confused, I often sing the songs you taught me. If not for those songs, I might not have lasted till this day.¡± It seems to coordinate relationships among the clans and maintaining order in the Southern Territory isn¡¯t as easy as she reported. It¡¯s just she bears the difficulties and setbacks all by herself. ¡°I see,¡± Roland said slowly. ¡°I¡¯ll have someone write down the new songs and send them to your room.¡± Echo bowed deeply. ¡°Great. Thank you.¡± No matter how bad he was at composing, he could always rummage through the Dream World. After all, he could never refuse such a request. After Echo left, Roland looked at Iron Axe. ¡°It¡¯s been a hard task.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay, Your Majesty,¡± Iron Axe bowed and said hurriedly. ¡°It¡¯s an honor to fight for you. I don¡¯t find it hard, on the contrary, I enjoy it.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland smiled, without giving his opinions. ¡°What happened to the nobles who escaped to Seawindshire? You didn¡¯t burn them, did you?¡± ¡°I wanted to, but they ran too fast,¡± Iron Axe said seriously. ¡°After the First Army finished clearing Valencia and arrived at Seawindshire, the suburb had become a piece of wasteland. Other than that, several granaries in the downtown area caught on fire. Obviously, the nobles would rather ruin the city than hand it over to you in one piece.¡± ¡°That must have been the last revenge from the rebel king¡¯s remnants,¡± Roland thought to himself. ¡°If the Eastern Front Army hadn¡¯t had sufficient preparations and the dozens of cement carriers that kept on transporting supplies day and night, this battle would have stopped there because the hungry city dwellers would have robbed from the First Army. As soon as the army suppressed them with violence, restoring order would be out of the question.¡± ¡°Where did they escape to?¡± ¡°Some went to Fjords, others went to the other three kingdoms,¡± Iron Axe said with regret. ¡°Unfortunately the First Army was not equipped with ships, otherwise there was no way I¡¯d let them go.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. As long as they dare to use their original family names, I¡¯ll clear them away sooner or later,¡± Roland said slowly. At least the batch that fled to the Kingdom of Dawn were none better than flies throwing themselves into the net. They probably were Timothy¡¯s last loyal followers. Roland did not worry that they might come back. The reason he wanted to remove them once and for all was that they gave him a headache. After inquiring about the rehabilitative measures in the Eastern Region, Roland suddenly remembered something he had doubted awhile ago. ¡°Right, and luring the nobles to prison then setting it on fire¡­ did you come up with this idea?¡± Iron Axe¡¯s expression instantly froze. Chapter 948 Chapter 948: Unexpected Punishment Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Majesty, I¡­¡± To Roland¡¯s surprise, the latter did not immediately divulge his reply as he would normally do, and seemed somewhat hesitant. It was rare to see the First Army¡¯s commander-in-chief behaving like this. Roland had simply asked the question casually, but he now grew in interest. He had expected Iron Axe to get worked up over this ¨C after all, the punishment for complete responsibility in the matter could include death by burning or hanging. He was, however, curious because the latter had not violated his orders in any reasonable sense, and thus there was surely another explanation for the latter¡¯s uncertainty. However, he did not press on with his charge, and instead leaned back in his chair awaiting the Mojin¡¯s reply. After much contemplation, Iron Axe suddenly knelt down and replied, ¡°No, Your Majesty¡­ though it was Miss Edith who planned the elimination of the enemy¡¯s nobles, it was I who carried out the plan, and thus I¡¯m wholly responsible.¡± ¡°Edith?¡± Roland was taken aback. ¡°Could this have been planned by the Adviser Department?¡± Having not seen anything related to this in the submitted proposal, he wondered if this was arranged in secret. On second thought, he realized why the latter was being hesitant. In the present era of mercenaries, any military-related affair was considered to be the exclusive concern of the lord, and was extremely sensitive to intervention from outsiders. If the matter took place in another noble¡¯s territory, the clandestine agitator would certainly be punished. Iron Axe appeared diffident because he did not want to implicate Edith, yet had no intention to lie. ¡°From my understanding, you handled the affairs on the Eastern Front very well. The city hall will soon determine your reward amount based on the battle results. You may go for now.¡± Iron Axe was stunned. ¡°Your Majesty, you won¡¯t punish me?¡± Roland could not help laughing. ¡°Why? What have you done wrong?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± ¡°My orders were to purge the rebels in the Eastern Region and bring those cities under my rule. You were entitled to act according to circumstances,¡± Roland explained. ¡°If you listened in on two of your soldiers having a strategy discussion in the barracks and decided to adopt their ideas, do I have to punish you and these two soldiers? Edith is a member of the Adviser Department after all, and it¡¯s normal for her to have thoughts on strategy.¡± ¡°So¡­ Your Majesty, you don¡¯t think either of us did any wrong in this matter?¡± Iron Axe lifted his head. ¡°I didn¡¯t say so.¡± Roland shrugged his shoulders. ¡°Just because you¡¯re fine doesn¡¯t mean that Edith won¡¯t have anything to answer for, but that has nothing to do with you. Go back and have a good rest.¡± Iron Axe opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but instead he just stared on and decided to obey orders. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± After the commander-in-chief of the First Army left, Roland immediately got on the hotline to the city hall. ¡°Inform Edith to come to the castle.¡± Less than 10 minutes later, the Pearl of the Northern Region arrived at the doorstep of his office. ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯m responsible for this matter,¡± Edith spoke without prompt. ¡°I¡¯ll accept whatever punishment you impose.¡± Roland looked at her amusedly. ¡°I haven¡¯t opened my mouth and you already know what I¡¯m going to say?¡± ¡°When the Eastern Front Army returned to Neverwinter, the first person you would summon was certain to be Iron Axe. If he hadn¡¯t reported to you the burning of the nobles, I doubt you would summon me this soon.¡± ¡°It¡¯s always easy to talk to smart people.¡± Roland thought. Her frank manner even made him feel that she was a loyal subordinate who was being wronged. However, at times, the smarter the person, the more prone they are to getting trapped in a self-created cul-de-sac. ¡°From the start, it was I who asked him to do this. It simply isn¡¯t his style to dupe the nobles together and pass it off as a fire scene. That aside, since you feel that you¡¯re responsible, where do you think the problem lies in?¡± ¡°I arranged to meet the First Army commander in an unofficial setting without asking for your permission¡­¡± ¡°Wrong.¡± Roland swiftly interrupted her. ¡°Your problem¡¯s that you violated the Adviser Department¡¯s rules, which state that any battle plan must be recorded on paper and submitted to me for review.¡± Edith had clearly not expected him to say this, and her eyes widened involuntarily. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± ¡°Is that not so?¡± ¡°But¡­,¡± she said with a puzzled look, ¡°this operation was carried out in Your Majesty¡¯s name. Won¡¯t the other officials see it as something you did?¡± ¡°You¡¯re not wrong.¡± Roland smiled slightly. ¡°Is there an issue with that?¡± ¡°Actually¡­¡± Like Iron Axe earlier, Edith displayed a rarely-seen look of confusion. ¡°They may be rebels, but¡­ they¡¯re also nobles. To other nobles, your actions could¡­¡± ¡°I know what you¡¯re saying.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°But if I¡¯m not able to handle the backlash, do you think you can?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°Relax, it¡¯s fine. Let me ask you, do you think it¡¯s right for me to scapegoat my subordinates when an issue arises?¡± ¡°Scapegoat?¡± ¡°Ahem, that means to shirk my responsibilities,¡± Roland explained. ¡°This matter was clearly done on behalf of the Kingdom of Graycastle, yet you face death instead of glory. If I feel justified to approve of that, do you think those officials will remain wholly loyal to me?¡± Edith kept quiet. ¡°As the king, I¡¯m the most suitable person to take responsibility. Only this way will the subordinates be able to work without burden. This is also why I have to review the Adviser Department¡¯s final plans, in case it¡¯s something I¡¯m not well-versed in, understand?¡± After quite a while, the Pearl of the Northern Region finally nodded and replied, ¡°I was too self-important.¡± ¡°For violating the rules, your contributions towards this double offensive shan¡¯t be recognized, which would otherwise have got you a promotion.¡± Roland took a sip of his tea. ¡°This matter shall now be closed. You may go now.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. Please allow me to take my leave.¡± Edith bowed respectfully. *************** ¡°So¡­ what you did was all for nothing?¡± Cole Kant carefully placed a plate of honey-glazed mushrooms in front of Edith and watched as she viciously stuck her fork into the mushroom slices. ¡°Your colleagues were all able to obtain promotion, but not you?¡± ¡°Yes, only me.¡± She munched loudly on the brownish Bird Beak Mushrooms as if to vent her discontent upon the dinner. ¡°Listen to what His Majesty had to say, ¡®If I¡¯m not able to handle the backlash, do you think you can?¡¯ It was so unbearable that I need an outlet right now. Of course, I wouldn¡¯t have done what I did if His Majesty was more like my father. But knowing that he wouldn¡¯t ignore this, I felt that it wouldn¡¯t be a bad investment and that the risks were manageable. Yet, he dismissed everything I did in a few sentences, and even griped that I think too much. Is it really so naive to be an idealist?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ Elder Sister, are you angry?¡± Cole wiped the sweat off his forehead. ¡°What, you can¡¯t tell?¡± Edith glowered at him. The latter shrunk his neck hastily. This was the first time he saw his elder sister display such an expression during a non-ceremonial occasion. Having lived together for more than 10 years, Cole was familiar with her great love for power. If, as she put it, she had just lost an opportunity for promotion, it would be normal for her to be annoyed or disappointed. But¡­ her expression informed him otherwise. It seemed more like a¡­ strange smile mixed with anger. Unless he misunderstood, this sort of grumble was usually called pouting. ¡°Gosh¡­ ¡°, as he thought about this, Cole could not help letting out a shudder. Who knew that the Pearl of the Northern Region, who¡¯s usually a face of indifference or cunning affection, could smile displeasedly? And, unlike during the banquet when it was deliberate, she seemed to be completely unaware of her present expression. Was this really the Edith Kant he knew? ¡°Uh?¡± Having not received a reply for some time, Edith sharply squinted her eyes. Cole suddenly felt the hair on his back raise. ¡°No, there¡¯s no doubt she¡¯s my sister.¡± ¡°I just think¡­ maybe His Majesty has his own considerations?¡± ¡°As he wishes.¡± Edith placed the last mushroom in her mouth. ¡°I just wonder how far an idealist can go. But¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± Cole faintly sensed a bad premonition. ¡°But my unhappiness is real.¡± Edith perked her thin lips. ¡°You shall be my punching bag in the meantime.¡± Chapter 949 Chapter 949: The Future of Witches Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The new Sleeping Spell was not just a single building, but a residential district of nearly 7000 square meters. As a key construction zone, it was not only equipped with water and heat supply, but the buildings were four-story frame houses that utilized the fully-tested concrete-pouring technology. The interior plan was exactly the same as that of the Witch Building. Apart from that, Roland also established in the middle of the neighborhood a two-story conference hall for the Sleeping Island witches to organize activities. On the first night that migrants arrived in Neverwinter, their welcome banquet was conducted here. And now, half a month later, the hall was once again packed full of witches. Under the gaze of the audience, Tilly walked on to the podium and announced the recruitment order from Roland Wimbledon, as well as a brand-new salary system. ¡°¡­ Work arrangements will be like this. 30% of the revenue brought in by witches shall be granted to the Sleeping Spell. This money will be used to improve everyone¡¯s lives, expand the scale of the district, and for other necessities,¡± she spoke fervently with a slight smile. ¡°It may seem, on first impression, that I¡¯ve been undercut by my elder brother. After all, you may know that when we were in Sleeping Island, we collected all of the commission paid by the Fjords¡¯ merchants, but in reality, they took the opportunity to put forth several conditions, such as making sure we purchased their grains and products at high prices, and thus the money we obtained at the end of the day was heavily reduced. There aren¡¯t as many strings attached over here.¡± ¡°This amount that Roland is offering will certainly exceed our income in Sleeping Island. Plus, the work will generally require nothing except magic power, and there won¡¯t be any excursions to dangerous places. Hence, our work lives will be much easier. On comparison, it¡¯s clear that I didn¡¯t get undercut, and I can even be said to be the one taking advantage instead.¡± Her words induced soft bursts of laughter from the listening crowd. ¡°But!¡± Tilly abruptly raised her voice. ¡°There¡¯s more reward which I haven¡¯t mentioned. In the past, no matter how much money we received from the Fjords¡¯ merchants, the money had to be pooled because of how destitute Sleeping Spell was. In the end, the only things handed out to everyone were bread, cotton, and other such common things.¡± ¡°But now, everyone will receive substantial rewards and not a bunch of intangible numbers. It¡¯ll be up to each person to decide how these rewards are used. Please open the envelopes on your tables now.¡± Molly had long noticed the envelope marked with a Graycastle High Tower stamp but had held off from touching it. She wasted no time tearing it open at the instant Lady Tilly made the request. ¡°Is this¡­ Gwent, the new card game?¡± Shadow, who was sat beside Molly, bent her head over curiously. ¡°Take a look at your own.¡± Molly turned her body sideways to block the latter¡¯s sight. ¡°Gee.¡± The envelope contained a palm-size paper which could not be any more glossy on appearance, yet that felt uneven on touch. Although it could be bent easily, it did not leave creases like normal paper. Molly knew she liked the paper from her first sight of it. It was, quite simply, a work of art. Although it was much alike the Gwent cards which were popular within the Witch Union, she could tell the difference between them. It was extremely exquisite in design; the patterns on it were not just gorgeous and colorful, but also highly intricate, as if the lines were drawn using threads of hair. More than simply filling up space, they formed a variety of images and words. For instance, on the front side of the paper was a High Tower and Spears emblem, while the rear side displayed a high mountain being shone on by the rising sun. Under each image were written the captions ¡°Issued by the Graycastle Royalty¡± and ¡°For exclusive use by witches¡±, while the four corners of the paper were inscribed with three ¡°10¡±s and an unknown symbol. The thing that Molly was fond of was that the images on both sides would reflect golden light when the paper was rotated slightly, as if the patterns were lined with gold. ¡°Uh¡­ I guess it isn¡¯t a Gwent card.¡± Shadow had also discovered the paper¡¯s uniqueness. ¡°I remember that the numbers on the cards were all on the same side.¡± ¡°Is this a gift from His Majesty Roland?¡± ¡°But Lady Tilly clearly said that this is a reward.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ yours is the same as mine?¡± Orbit came over from the other side of the hall and joined in the conversation. ¡°Everyone¡¯s should be the same.¡± ¡°What does this symbol mean?¡± ¡°Not sure, but I seem to have seen it somewhere¡­¡± A flurry of whispering voices emerged in the conference hall. The witches were all fascinated by these lovely pieces of paper they had just obtained. It was only when Lady Tilly began to speak again that the discussions abated. ¡°The thing you¡¯re holding is called a note. It has the same function as coins, the difference being that this type of note is only given to witches and can only be used by witches.¡± ¡°Lady Tilly, you mean that it¡¯s a gold royal made of paper?¡± Someone asked. ¡°You may understand it that way. But it can be used to buy certain things which are hard to purchase with gold royals.¡± Tilly nodded. ¡°For example, the 10 yuan note that everyone¡¯s holding can be used to obtain a full bottle of Chaos Drink or five servings of strawberry ice cream in the Castle District.¡± Molly began to salivate irresistibly. She still fondly remembered the few types of delicacy she tasted at the welcome banquet; they were above anything she had ever imagined. In particular, the latter¡¯s rich pink color, soft texture, and luscious flavor seemed to bring together the finest descriptions she could conceive of. When compared to it, the salty fish soup of the Fjord Islands could not even be called food. And now, this beautiful piece of paper could be used to redeem a whopping five portions of the delicacy she could never forget. Judging from the fervent reaction of the crowd, she was not the only one who was hugely excited about this. ¡°And, of course, there¡¯ll be more than just food to redeem, such as things to wear and use. Any new goods produced in Neverwinter will be first available in the Castle District¡¯s shops.¡± Tilly continued aloud. ¡°To put it simply, notes will be your reward for responding to this recruitment drive. The amount that you receive will also be adjusted according to your number of working hours. I should, however, point out that it isn¡¯t a living necessity. Even those who choose not to work will be well looked after. It can more accurately be seen as a prize that adds a little extra to life. Thus, whether or not to accept recruitment shall be left to each one of you to decide.¡± Surprisingly, a boisterous discussion did not ensue. All of the witches continued to place their attention on Lady Tilly, perhaps knowing that their leader had more to say. ¡°But, my sisters, this matter isn¡¯t only about enjoyment.¡± Tilly slowed her tone. ¡°Remember the unfair treatment we faced after our awakenings? At that time, most of us had the same thought ¨C that it would be good enough for there to be a place where witches may live together with normal people.¡± After a short pause, she continued in an assertive tone. ¡°So, this concerns the future of all our sisters. There won¡¯t be a better opportunity to allow more people to understand us.¡± Chapter 950 Chapter 950: The Art of Persuasion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Molly nodded her head heartfeltly. In the past month, she had been deeply touched by the Neverwinter citizens¡¯ attitude towards witches. They acted neither overly familiar nor discriminatory, and instead seemed a mix of curiosity and accustomedness. While strolling around the Harbor District a few days prior, she saw a fierce gust of wind blow down a pile of empty wooden crates on the pier. Her subconscious reaction was to summon her magic servant to catch the falling crates. Instead of screaming and fleeing, the working crowd expressed their great interest in the transparent and legless giant. This was an experience Molly never had before. Even the migrants on Sleeping Island had never been so close to witches. Although they abided by Her Highness Tilly¡¯s command on the surface, they still considered witches to be a different species from themselves. The customary practice of most Fjord islanders was to maintain a respectful distance ¨C only the explorers and some merchants did not mind the powers that the witches possessed. This was not to mention how terrible the situation was on the continent where the Church had had deep influence. The first time Lotus brought home news from the Western Region, Molly only half-believed it. Only when she personally came over did she discover that Lotus¡¯ stories merely scratched the surface. Now, she felt a glimmer of envy seeing Lotus leading a large number of people up and down the tall buildings, Evelyn running a perpetually bustling tavern, and Candle, who used to be seen as useless, being warmly welcomed by the factory workers. It was only because Molly did not want to disturb Her Highness Tilly that she had not actively sought employment. She was never one to remain idle, even when in Sleeping Island. ¡°And, let¡¯s not forget that we still have the biggest enemy to take care of ¨C the demons.¡± Tilly looked around the audience. ¡°All of you already know what the Battle of Divine Will means ¨C even the Church of Hermes is nothing compared to them, and therefore, work shouldn¡¯t only be for your own enjoyment. Every note represents your contribution to Neverwinter and the entire human world. This brings glory to the witches as a whole because through this, we can prove to the world that witches are an indispensable and decisive part of the human race!¡± She raised her right hand with her fist clenched. ¡°Sisters who accept recruitment, please walk up on stage now¡­¡± ¡­ ¡°Out of 86 jobs, 69 have received responses. This is a fairly good result.¡± Tilly handed the name list to Wendy after the meeting was over. ¡°And most of the non-repliers are just hesitant. I believe that more will accept recruitment after some time.¡± ¡°It¡¯s more than just fairly good,¡± Wendy quipped excitedly, ¡°This is way beyond His Majesty¡¯s expectation.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Tilly seemed curious. ¡°How many did he guess?¡± Wendy laughed and extended three fingers. ¡°30?¡± Tilly became somewhat peeved. ¡°He belittles the Sleeping Spell way too much.¡± ¡°Rather than saying that he underestimated the witches¡¯ enthusiasm, you can claim credit for it.¡± Wendy dropped her smile and bowed earnestly towards Tilly. ¡°Your Highness, your last statement wasn¡¯t necessary.¡± If it was a normal recruitment talk, 30 people might already have been an optimistic prediction. It was Tilly¡¯s rhetoric about working for the sake of all sisters and bringing glory to witches which moved the majority of the crowd. As the former custodian of the Witch Cooperation Association, Wendy naturally understood what her compatriots most lacked in aside from a stable home: recognition from other people. After all, having lived as normal people for more than 10 years of their lives, it was not easy for them to cut clean from their past. ¡°The way I spoke during the meeting was also for my own sake.¡± Tilly smiled and shook her head. ¡°Roland has allowed me to see a wide range of interesting things and understand what an incredible city this is. If we lose the Battle of Divine Will, all of these will disappear, and thus I have to put in effort so that I¡¯ll be able to see more wonderful stuff. It¡¯s wise to cuddle together for warmth before doomsday winter arrives, right?¡± ¡°¡­ Your Highness is right.¡± Wendy began to laugh. ¡°It¡¯s a pity that not everyone agrees with me.¡± Tilly shrugged her shoulders resignedly. ¡°Like the Eastern Region witches, who may never accept recruitment even until the end.¡± ¡°Your Highness, you mean the small group led by Azima?¡± Wendy asked puzzledly. ¡°If she doesn¡¯t get along with you, why did she go with you to the Fjords?¡± ¡°It didn¡¯t start out this way.¡± Tilly let out a sigh. ¡°Before they arrived in Sleeping Island, they¡¯d already became acquainted with Bloodfang Association. The latter assisted them many times to fight off the church¡¯s chasing army during the escape, and therefore Azima and her people came to trust Heidi Morgan. This was nothing at first, but later on, when tensions broke out between Bloodfang Association and Sleeping Spell, our relationship fractured.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s what happened¡­¡± ¡°And when I fought against Heidi without informing everyone, I incurred even more of Azima¡¯s disgust. I thus consented when they asked to leave Sleeping Island on Sleeping Beauty.¡± Tilly continued slowly. ¡°In fact, if Scroll hadn¡¯t dissuaded them, they probably wouldn¡¯t have remained in Neverwinter.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not your fault,¡± Wendy said consolingly. ¡°Heidi Morgan deserved it for deceiving the Wolfheart witches.¡± ¡°But she¡¯d certainly helped Azima.¡± Tilly seemed disinterested in pondering any further over this issue. ¡°If I was in their place, I would probably be peeved as well. They aren¡¯t bad people at heart.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Wendy remained silent for a brief moment. ¡°I may have a way of persuading them, but¡­¡± ¡°But what¡­?¡± ¡°It may cause them to break away from Sleeping Spell.¡± ¡°That¡¯ll be no different from how it is now.¡± Tilly replied without any misgivings. ¡°If your idea can benefit Roland and them, go ahead.¡± *************** ¡°Is this¡­ really okay?¡± Doris revealed a worried look upon returning to her residential building. ¡°We¡¯ve already offended Lady Tilly. If we refuse the lord¡¯s employment this time and thus further displease her, we might¡­¡± These words received agreement from several other Eastern Region witches. ¡°I think Doris is right. Roland Wimbledon isn¡¯t a typical lord, and is currently the king of Graycastle. Even if we manage to return to the Eastern Region, it¡¯s also his territory.¡± ¡°Plus we aren¡¯t combat witches. If they use force against us, we won¡¯t have any ability to resist.¡± ¡°Come on. Even if we fight, how can we beat a lunatic like Ashes? I dare bet that she has long disliked us.¡± ¡°Actually¡­ I feel that the Witch Union has treated us pretty well.¡± ¡°Forget about it. They¡¯ll certainly side with the king over this. It would be good enough of them if they don¡¯t help His Majesty to arrest us.¡± ¡°Hold your tongues.¡± Azima cut short the ongoing arguments. ¡°Roland Wimbledon would never use hard methods, or else the image he has built up would be completely undone. If we accept the recruitment order, what would all our earlier persistence be for? We¡¯ll be forced to rely on Sleeping Spell in the end. To outsiders, we¡¯ll be no different from the other witches.¡± She said these words with some reservation. In all honesty, the Witch Union had, for the past half a month, provided them with assistance instead of the expected oppression, and treated them as equals. The witch named Wendy even came several times to discuss this matter with her. In fact, Wendy¡¯s friendly attitude caused her to feel a long-lost sense of home. However, Azima knew that she had to continue acting indifferent. She forebode that once she relented, it would become difficult to pull away from the Sleeping Spell ever after. Right at this moment, someone knocked on the main door of the building. ¡°Who¡¯s it?¡± She turned her head with some annoyance. ¡°It¡¯s me, Wendy.¡± A familiarly gentle and calm voice was heard from outside. ¡°Miss Azima, I have something to discuss with you.¡± Chapter 951 Chapter 951: Red and White (Part 1) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After closing the door, Wendy swept a glance across everyone and finally stopped at Azima. ¡°Speak what you have to say.¡± The latter opened in a harsh voice. ¡°If you¡¯re here for today¡¯s recruitment, you may as well save it. We aren¡¯t going to change our minds.¡± ¡°Azima¡­¡± Doris murmured involuntarily. Azima raised her hand to stop Doris from speaking further. ¡°I¡¯ll firmly remember your care for us in the past half a month, but these two matters aren¡¯t quite the same. As was said when we first arrived in Neverwinter, now that the Church has been destroyed, I¡¯ll have to leave Western Region sooner or later.¡± ¡°I have some better news for you first.¡± Wendy maintained her gentle expression and replied. ¡°The city hall has received a report stating that a large group of Eastern Region refugees shall arrive in Neverwinter within a week. The numbers shall be as many as 12,000 people. There¡¯s a high likelihood that your relatives are among them.¡± The room seethed with excitement at once. ¡°Is¡­ what you said true?¡± ¡°Certainly. The Sea Transport Department is really stepping it up to fetch them over.¡± Wendy replied smilingly. ¡°The Redwater River is currently teeming with concrete boats headed towards the Eastern Region. These boats are loaded with dry stock and winter supplies, as it¡¯s after all already winter.¡± ¡°I used to live in Archbridge Town. Are there any refugees from there?¡± ¡°How¡¯s the situation in Valencia?¡± ¡°It¡¯s certainly a mess.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ I hope my family isn¡¯t among them¡­ it was my father who chased me out in the first place.¡± ¡°He was bewitched by the Church. Maybe he has now repented.¡± The commotion in the room went into overdrive. ¡°Relax, there¡¯re 12,000 people.¡± Wendy clapped her hands together. ¡°That should cover most of the cities and towns from Valencia to Seawindshire. It¡¯ll be more difficult not to find any of your townsmen. Once Scroll has compiled the census, we¡¯ll be able to screen out people with similar backgrounds as yours. And it¡¯ll be okay even if we can¡¯t find any among this batch as this is only the beginning of a long flow of people to Neverwinter. As long as you remain here, I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll get to meet them someday.¡± She then turned her attention to the witch who appeared anxious. ¡°There¡¯s no harm even if you don¡¯t want to recognize him. But isn¡¯t it better to have some news rather than none at all, Whitepear? If they¡¯ve repented, at least there¡¯s a chance for them to redeem themselves.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­ true.¡± The girl by the name of Whitepear lowered her head embarrassedly. ¡°Are you intent on shifting the entire Eastern Region to Neverwinter?¡± Azima suddenly questioned. ¡°Not just the Eastern Region.¡± Wendy laughed. ¡± The Northern and Southern Territories, as well as the Central Region, are also part of the migration plan. These places will eventually be left with only a few large cities, where the residents from the towns and villages will be shifted into.¡± ¡°Why¡­ is the king going to such trouble for this?¡± ¡°This is very difficult to explain. It¡¯s called¡­ an urbanization process or something like that. In the past, it was because of food issues that large plots of farmland were necessary to feed a city, and hence the population was very diffuse. But now that food is no longer a problem, the prevalent concern is that most of the people in the towns and villages are settled in non-administrated zones, where they cannot be effectively organized and utilized. Moving them to the cities will allow the city halls to exercise better control.¡± Wendy patiently explained. ¡°Because of this, the Western Region of today is no longer ¡®the region of the west¡¯ per se. If you decide to leave, what will your sisters do? Do you really want them to also forsake their kin and wander the wastelands of your hometown with you?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Azima frowned and did not reply for some time. ¡°Frankly, this is just a show of cowardice.¡± A chilly voice was heard from behind the witches¡¯ backs. The witches¡¯ faces changed color as they hurriedly turned to see who it was. A woman shrouded in a black robe had stealthily sat herself on the square table, with her body bent slightly forward, her legs raised, and one hand under her chin. She watched the crowd with amusement, as if she took no heed of their uneasiness. ¡°Who are you?¡± Azima asked huskily. ¡°Nightingale! What are you talking about?¡± Wendy fretfully yelled. ¡°Relax everyone, she has no malice. She¡¯s the Union witch who¡¯s responsible for protecting me in secret.¡± ¡°Did I say anything wrong?¡± She took off her hood to reveal her beautiful blonde curls. ¡°What do you think these people are hesitant about? It¡¯s simply because of their relationship with Bloodfang Association that they¡¯re unwilling to serve Her Highness. Yet in reality, they continue to depend on Sleeping Spell, and have no intention of changing.¡± ¡°What a bunch of nonsense!¡± Azima clenched her fists angrily. ¡°If it wasn¡¯t for Doris, we would have left long ago! Besides, what do you even know about the matter between Bloodfang Association and Sleeping Island!¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Nightingale raised her brows. ¡°Then why aren¡¯t you working?¡± ¡°What¡­¡± ¡°Let¡¯s do a quick calculation. The cost of transportation and food from Neverwinter to Eastern Region is around 20 silver royals per person. Once there, 10 to 12 bronze royals will be needed per day to purchase food. But don¡¯t forget that, because of war and migration, most of the villages have turned into wastelands. So, to live over there, expenses will be a few dozen times higher than in the past. This is also why the refugees are moving to Neverwinter.¡± She explained with great composure. ¡°In other words, it won¡¯t be easy to leave Sleeping Spell without a sackful of gold royals. If it were me, I would grab this opportunity to apply for work everywhere so that I can accrue as much money as possible. This is the basis for the group to be able to survive independently. Yet, what have you people done in this half a month? After enjoying the food distributed by Sleeping Spell, you still hope that Her Highness will provide you with your travel expenses?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Azima was momentarily stumped. She wanted to refute the accusation but did not know where to begin. ¡°To me, this is simply cowardice. That¡¯s why you sided with the Bloodfang Association under pressure from the Church, and further on, it was because of this sketchy relationship that you felt outraged by the destruction of Heidi Morgan. Yet you have no guts to stand up against an Extraordinary.¡± Nightingale shrugged. ¡°It¡¯s indeed true that I¡¯m unclear about the matter between Bloodfang Association and Sleeping Island, but the members of Bloodfang Association, who are in Neverwinter now, certainly know better. Do you really think Heidi regarded you as sisters?¡± ¡°Nightingale! Enough!¡± Wendy hollered. ¡°When I travel to a foreign land, I¡¯ll also seek to draw support from the locals. Your abilities were of great help to them. If they didn¡¯t destroy the ears and eyes of the Church, more and more people would track and encircle them. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Let me just ask, if Heidi was really friendly to you, did she inform you about her plotting in Sleeping Island to overthrow Tilly?¡± Azima bit her lips tightly. ¡°If you truly want to prove your resolve, then you should get started with the most basic things. You can find a pack of excuses if you were living on your own deserted island, but over here, Sleeping Spell may be unable to restrain you any further.¡± Nightingale gave Wendy a blithe smirk before disappearing in front of everyone. Chapter 952 Chapter 952: Red and White (Part 2) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°I¡¯m sorry. She¡¯s always this straightforward, but like I said, she has no malice.¡± Wendy hastily apologized. ¡°You don¡¯t have to take her words to heart. If you break off from the Sleeping Spell, your situation will be much tougher than now¡­¡± However, none of the witches could speak a word, especially Azima, whose expression seemed exceptionally unpleasant. The heaving of her chest revealed that she was in a highly intense state of mind. Had it been a regular mockery, she might have been able to laugh it off, or perhaps even protested and argued against it. Unfortunately, Nightingale¡¯s words left her completely speechless. Aside from the accusation of cowardice, the other words were like nails that pierced into her heart. When they were still wandering about the Eastern Region, all of them worked very hard for survival. Holding a copper sheet in one hand, she would tirelessly search, like a dirty little rat, for dropped bronze royals and exchange them for bread and other food products. This would be sufficient for her to live in any city or town had she been on her own. The problem was that she had a large number of companions to take care of. On days when the yield was insufficient, they would be forced to bear the hunger. Azima was adamant that she was not a coward, or else she would never have had the courage to leave home and venture into unknown territories on her own. Similarly, it wouldn¡¯t have been possible for her to acquaint with so many companions and become their leader. But Nightingale was absolutely right. Ever since her group met the Bloodfang Association, they began to gradually lose their independent spirit. After all, compared to picking up scraps to sustain a living, it was much faster for these combat witches to act directly against the rats. If luck was good, they could snag in one day as much money as she did in half a month of toil. And it was only when passing through wild and uninhabited areas that her guidance was needed. The immense fighting capacity of the Bloodfang Association provided them with a guarantee of safety. She no longer needed to worry whether she had enough bronze royals to purchase the necessary food, or to afford the escort of a caravan. This situation did not change even after they joined the large forces. After a long time, Azima finally gritted her teeth and spoke. ¡°How tough will it be?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know the precise amount of money that Sleeping Spell will distribute for living expenses, but it shouldn¡¯t be any lower than that of the Witch Union. That means at least one gold royal per month, which is four to five times that given to a normal person.¡± Wendy replied with an anxious look. ¡°This money can be used for food and accommodation, but there won¡¯t be much for luxury.¡± ¡°Most importantly, even if you leave Sleeping Spell, the Witch Union will temporarily be unable to take you in. The reason is simple. His Majesty doesn¡¯t want there to be a rift between the Witch Union and Sleeping Spell, and this sort of thing will easily lead to misunderstandings¡­¡± ¡°Is that it?¡± Azima snapped indignantly. ¡°20 silver royals per month for each person, that means 120 silver royals in total. Does she really think I can¡¯t manage that on my own? That¡¯s not funny! I¡¯m not a girl of noble birth. I¡¯ve rummaged sewers and garbage dumps all for a little bit of food. How can I be fazed by a little hardship like this? This is absolutely nothing. I¡¯ll show you, Nightingale! I know you¡¯re still here!¡± ¡°Miss Azima¡­¡± Wendy was about to attempt another round of persuasion but was held back by Doris. ¡°I know that you mean well for us, but I also feel that what we¡¯ve done has been a lil¡¯ too much. I feel red-faced after that telling-off from Miss Nightingale.¡± She embarrassedly touched her reddish cheeks and spoke in a soft voice. ¡°Perhaps Heidi Morgan was like what she said and never took us seriously, but we cannot continue on like this. I support Azima¡¯s decision this time.¡± ¡°Me too. If Azima¡¯s a coward, then what are we?¡± ¡°Me too!¡± Everyone nodded their heads in unison. ¡°I¡¯ve decided that I want to leave Sleeping Spell. And I won¡¯t just make enough for survival. I¡¯ll eventually return all that I owe to them!¡± Azima bellowed at all corners of the room. ¡°I¡¯ll make you eat your words, Nightingale!¡± Wendy sighed and remained silent for some time before replying, ¡°Since you¡¯ve decided, I¡¯ll explain it to Her Highness Tilly. I¡¯ll also try my best to get His Majesty to maintain your special allowance. This way, when you accept the witches¡¯ recruitment, you¡¯ll also receive an extra portion of money which will make life a lot easier.¡± Azima turned her curtly. ¡°Do as you like.¡± ¡­ Wendy let out an uncontrollable sigh as she walked out of the residential area. ¡°What¡¯s the problem?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice was heard from behind her. ¡°Nothing, I just feel a little¡­ ashamed suddenly,¡± she muttered. ¡± I¡¯m not what they think. My desired outcome is for them to work for His Majesty Roland.¡± ¡°But you still did it this way, didn¡¯t you? Because you know that this would be better for everyone. If things remain in the present state, their defiance may affect Her Highness Tilly and thus bring harm upon Sleeping Spell.¡± Nightingale revealed her figure. ¡°I¡¯ve seen too many people like this. Instead of using reason, it¡¯s much more effective to hit them hard until they wake up. There¡¯re some even more stubborn people who only repent when death stares them in the face.¡± Wendy laughed involuntarily. ¡°I guess enlisting your help was indeed the right decision. You completely silenced a person who dared to express her discontent directly to Tilly. Truly the Shadow Killer who awed King¡¯s City.¡± ¡°I simply followed your plan.¡± Nightingale puckered her lips. ¡°All I did was make my tone a little meaner.¡± ¡°Well, your tone was the key,¡± Wendy exclaimed. ¡°I probably sweated a little on her behalf. I wasn¡¯t just acting when I shouted ¡®Enough!¡¯ If I were her, I probably would have come to the same decision.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ why don¡¯t I see this to be a compliment?¡± Nightingale grumbled. ¡°Of course it¡¯s a compliment. A few Chaos Drinks shall prove that.¡± Wendy laughed and held Nightingale¡¯s hand. ¡°Let¡¯s exchange 10 dollars for some drinks tonight, shall we?¡± ¡°Alright, I believe you.¡± *************** After reading through Wendy¡¯s report, Roland could finally feel assured. Most of the Sleeping Island witches had accepted recruitment, and the minority groups did not cause too much trouble ¨C everything was shaping up like he had hoped. If the progress in this matter was smooth, there would soon be witches in each and every production industry. Everywhere that people went, they would be able to see the figures of these young and beautiful women, which could be said to form the unique and unparalleled landscape of Neverwinter. More importantly, the addition of more than 70 new witches would be a significant boost to the overall industry of Neverwinter. Just thinking about it filled him with hope. Right at this moment, the telephone on his desk rang. The signal was from the city hall. He picked up the phone, and heard Barov¡¯s voice on the other end. ¡°Your Majesty, the Fjords¡¯ explorer, Sander Flyingbird¡¯s, fleet has arrived in the Shallow Port.¡± Chapter 953 Chapter 953: The Invited Explorer Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two three-masted ships with black and white flags were unloading their cargo when Roland walked into the harbor surrounded by his personal guards. The City Hall officials were circling around the stacked wooden boxes while occasionally making sounds of excitement. ¡°Long time no see, Your Majesty!¡± Margaret quickly came forward and bowed with a smile. ¡°Please forgive my appearance¡­ It¡¯s not suitable to wear long skirts while sailing at sea, so I hope you don¡¯t mind.¡± The man next to her also bowed. ¡°Your Majesty, Sander Flyingbird of Twin Dragon Island pays his respects to you¡ªare you satisfied with what I¡¯m wearing?¡± He then winked at him as he asked, ¡°Don¡¯t you think this quite matches the words ¡®High-flying seabirds¡¯?¡± In fact, even before he spoke, Roland had already noticed his distinguishing dress. To be honest, it would have been impossible to remain unnoticed when there were so many feathers on one¡¯s body. His clothes were those of an ordinary sea merchant from the Fjords, but they were covered with bird-feathered tassels everywhere, from the bandana on his head to the soft leather shoes on his feet. However, after the long sea journey, most of the feathers had become stiff and, though still attached to his clothes, they had now lost most of their luster. Looking at such a scene, one could only be reminded of a bird that had been shot out of the sky. ¡°No¡­ you¡¯ve misunderstood,¡± Roland said. As far as he was concerned, ¡°Sander Flyingbird¡± was just a well-known blue icon, and every male of his age, as well as every female, would experience the same impatience before opening a package with this mark. ¡°Though you want to avoid being recognized by Lightning, I can promise you that if you were to enter the castle looking like this, you would definitely attract her close friend Maggie¡¯s attention, Mr. Thunder. In that case, you wouldn¡¯t be able to disguise yourself even if you had a fake beard on your face.¡± ¡°Hahaha¡­ Is that so?¡± Thunder laughed with his clear voice. ¡°That¡¯s a pity. I was quite proud of this disguise. Did you know that ever since I found a tailor to make this dress, it has become the new trend in many islands?¡± ¡°Is this the power of a model?¡± Roland thought and rolled his eyes silently. On the other hand, it was no wonder he was the most prominent explorer of the Fjords if he could maintain such a young mentality despite being at least forty years old. Nobody else would bother to put in so much effort for just a temporary made up name. Everything began with that letter before the expedition. Now that the steel ship was completed, it was time to finally test it. Roland¡¯s feelings towards the unpredictable sea were full of awe. He was clearly aware of the actual level of his first steel ship¡ªthere was no doubt that even with all the equipment and other gimmicks installed on it, it was still far from sea-worthy. It required more than a pile of iron pieces which could float and move back and forth to make a qualified sea ship. Due to the violent waves, the ship¡¯s mechanisms would have to be completely different from the versions on the inland riverboats. In addition, considering that it was the first time they were using the steam turbine, the reliability of its power system was also still questionable. However, the most troubling aspect for him was that he was not familiar with the operational procedures of a ship or the human-engine interaction aspects. Whenever he had trouble with the principles of machinery, he could just go to the Dream World to find a solution, but this could not work for the sailing of a ship. Before the development of electronic control systems, each ship would have to be calibrated and handled separately. Hence, there was no other solution left other than to keep researching by himself. Thus, inviting Thunder to test it out was the best option he could think of. Not only he was an experienced navigator but also the leader of an Exploration Group, with hundreds of excellent sailors at his command. His feedback would be invaluable. Roland was planning to use this chance to both test and adjust the ship while recording all its sailing data. That would undoubtedly be helpful in his preparations to build the next ship. Furthermore, this data would bring Neverwinter lots of wealth. Since this part of the whole process would take two to three months, Thunder would have to stay in Neverwinter City for a while. In order to conceal his identity, Roland created a fake identity for him in the letter¡ªthat of Sander Flyingbird. Surprisingly, not only did he accept it, he even added in a bunch of customizations. His enthusiasm and playful spirit really left the King of Graycastle feeling amazed. ¡°Oh, Your Majesty, were you really able to finish the construction of the steam-powered boat this fast?¡± Thunder changed the subject. ¡°At the Fjords, even with the most suitable materials available, the best craftsmen would still need a couple of years.¡± ¡°That¡¯s far too slow. Ater all, the processing of steel is easier than that of wood as it doesn¡¯t need to be soaked in preservatives, and there is no need to wait until it¡¯s dry. It only requires ample heat.¡± Roland shrugged his shoulders. ¡°It is currently in the shipyard of the harbor. If you are interested, we can go see it right now.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t wait!¡± Thunder¡¯s eyes instantly lit up. ¡°I just couldn¡¯t stop thinking about it on my way here!¡± ¡°But what are all those crates of gold royals for?¡± Roland pointed at the boxes that were being unloaded continuously whilst their number was being counted by the City Hall. ¡°As I said before, you¡¯ll only be charged the cost of production of this boat, nothing more.¡± ¡°Of course, we wouldn¡¯t dare to refuse your generosity,¡± Margaret replied, ¡°These are the profits from the perfumes and the Chaos Drinks.¡± ¡°That much?¡± He was a bit surprised. ¡°It¡¯s not yet the delivery date stated in the contract, right?¡± ¡°Well, since we were on our way here anyway, we could reduce some of the burden from the next delivery like this.¡± Margaret smiled. ¡°But Your Majesty, your guess was correct, those two products have become very popular in the Fjords, especially the Chaos Drinks. The sales volume is incredible. The value of the most delicious ones sometimes rises up to ten times the original value even if they are second-hand. People are willing to collect even the ones that don¡¯t taste as good. In short, Chaos Drinks have now become a symbol of strength in the feasts of all the Chambers of Commerce.¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but raise his eyebrows. It seemed like he made the right choice in letting a professional merchant handle this business. ¡°Your Majesty, there is a magic reaction within the crowd.¡± Suddenly Nightingale¡¯s voice sounded next to his ear. ¡°Is there a witch in their group?¡± That¡¯s when he realized that not far behind Margaret was a peculiar woman looking towards them. Half of her body was hidden behind a maid and she was showing only half of her face. When their eyes met, she quickly hid her face as if she was a scared rabbit. Roland vaguely remembered the female merchant mentioning her in their letter. ¡°Is that person your previous witch friend?¡± Following his gaze, Margaret nodded softly. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty, she is Joan.¡± Chapter 954 Chapter 954: New Great Wheel Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Oh, she¡¯s already able to come ashore¡­¡± Roland said with much interest, ¡°I remember you said that after she chose to settle in the sea, she didn¡¯t come into contact with humans for a long time.¡± ¡°It¡¯s thanks to Her Highness Tilly and Miss Camilla¡¯s help.¡± Margaret sighed. ¡°Without the ability to communicate directly through the consciousness, she probably still wouldn¡¯t have been able to adapt to a normal human life. Also, Joan has completely forgotten how to speak. Even though Lord Thunder introduced many scholars to her, the results have not been very positive. Right now, she can¡¯t speak more than a few words, and she isn¡¯t even able to hold a simple conversation.¡± At this moment, the female merchant paused as if she didn¡¯t know whether or not to continue. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Roland asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know whether or not it¡¯s because of her long-term transformation, but some of her body parts are no longer the same as those of humans.¡± Margaret bit her lips. ¡°As far as I¡¯m aware, as long as they don¡¯t utilize magic power, witches should be no different from humans. But Joan can no longer change to her previous appearance. Her cheeks, neck, arms, and legs are covered by cyan scales, just like those¡­ Sea Ghosts.¡± Roland immediately thought of Lorgar¡¯s long ears and tail. Well¡­ a skin covered with scales was quite the style¡ªahem, no, now wasn¡¯t the time to think about that. Considering that the Sand Nation people even feared the cute ears of Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan, it was only to be expected that the reaction to Joan¡¯s situation would probably only be worse. ¡°Did anyone harm her?¡± ¡°We tried our best to prevent it, but it was still inevitable that someone would spread the news.¡± Margaret sighed. ¡°If we want to teach her how to adapt to human life again, then it is inevitable that she will come into contact with other people,¡± Thunder said helplessly, ¡°Her appearance is not well received even at the Fjords¡ªsince taking her in, three maids and two scholars have already been scared away from her. There are even rumors that I am raising a Sea Ghost. Maybe the sea is most suitable for her after all.¡± ¡°If my friend truly disliked life on land, I wouldn¡¯t force her to stay on the island against her will.¡± The female merchant continued. ¡°But Joan didn¡¯t really mind the process of coming into contact with other people. Even though she has to stay for many hours in the sea each week, she still likes to hang out with those maids that accept her. Furthermore, compared to the raw fish meat she used to eat previously, she now prefers it well-cooked.¡± Still, this kind of environment was only limited to Thunder¡¯s premises¡ªRoland understood what she meant, but he couldn¡¯t think of a good solution. Changing one¡¯s point of view required lots of time, not to mention, her situation was much more serious than that of the other witches. Throughout history, animalization, deformation, or in general inhuman appearances would always be faced with discrimination and social exclusion. ¡°It will get better eventually,¡± he reassured her. ¡°May I take a closer look at her?¡± If the problem was indeed that serious, the only thing to do for now was to conceal her appearance¡ªjust like Lorgar¡¯s ears, who would look like a normal person as long as she wore a hat. ¡°Of course.¡± Margaret waved at Joan and said, ¡°Come here, dear.¡± But the latter only took a quick look at them and then hid again. ¡°Uhm¡­ Your Majesty, I¡¯m sorry but she probably isn¡¯t used to such a big crowd.¡± Margaret bowed apologetically. ¡°It seems like you scared her.¡± Nightingale gloated next to his ear. Roland glared at the space next to him, coughed twice and said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. She has to stay in Neverwinter for a while anyway. She will get used to it eventually. Let¡¯s head over to the shipyard for now.¡± ¡­ In order to build the steel ship, Roland specifically cleared an empty space of nearly a hundred acres south-west of Shallow Beach and asked Lotus to build a wall around it, forming a barrier which prevented anyone from peeking in from the outside. Apart from setting up sentry towers at its four corners, he also arranged the First Army to guard it. Therefore, apart from the onsite workers, not many people knew how this massive ship, which required the agglomeration of all the top industrial production lines within Neverwinter City to be built, looked like in the end. As they entered through the wall and arrived at the bottom of the zigzagging staircase, an exclamation of uncontrollable amazement erupted within the group. Everyone¡¯s attention was drawn by the huge structure displayed in front of them. That was definitely not an exaggeration. When admiring the ship from below, the first thing one would see was the towering ship hull¡ªdifferent from the round hulls of the three-masted sailing ships, the side of its hull was perpendicular to the ground while the base was so flat that there was no sign of any extruded keel. Since their view was limited, everyone felt as if they were standing under a towering steel wall, and one could only succumb the feeling of pressure that it gave off. ¡°In the name of the Three Gods¡­ am I dreaming?¡± ¡°How heavy it is? Must be more than 20 thousand tonnes.¡± ¡°Even the biggest sailing ship wouldn¡¯t be able to withstand an impact from it!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t even mention sailing ships. I¡¯d bet that even deep-sea monsters would flee in its presence!¡± ¡°Thunder¡­ no, Lord Flyingbird, you didn¡¯t tell us that we were going to sail on such a monster!¡± The order within the group was instantly scrambled as the sailors ran towards the ship. They started touching and knocking its hull, unable to contain their enthusiasm. All of them were the most experienced sailors of the Fjords, and even though they had never seen something like this before, they still understood its uniqueness. As for Thunder, his shock on his face was no lesser than the rest. In fact, it was even more. When Roland had mentioned in his letter that the ship was made entirely of steel from top to bottom, he had assumed that he was exaggerating¡ªafter all, even in normal wooden ships, the best wood and materials would only be used in the key parts of the ship. Therefore, when recruiting his men, he had only described the ship as an ocean-going vessel without sails, which contained a steel skeleton strong enough to withstand the huge waves of the Sealine. But what his eyes saw now proved that was not the case. Even though he knew that Neverwinter was very adept at ship construction, yet he had never imagined it would be to such a level. The amount of materials alone were so terrifying that it would be impossible to gather all them in the Fjord Islands, not to mention the technique that was used to join the hard steel together. How valuable is steel? Among the various commodities, iron ore was not considered luxurious as a palm-sized crude iron ingot could be sold for about 30-40 silver royals. But if it was forged into steel, then its price would multiply by over tenfold. It would be so valuable that knights would usually treat their steel armor as family heirlooms and pass them on from generation to generation. The reason for the high price of steel was how time-consuming its processing was. In an entire lifetime, a blacksmith could only make about seven or eight sets of qualified steel armors. In other words, even if all the blacksmiths of the Fjords were gathered, they would not be able to make so much steel even over a dozen years. What he first ordered from Roland was just a steam paddle steamer, which, according to the Fjords¡¯ Chamber of Commerce, cost around three to four thousand gold royals. So when the other side said they would only charge the production fee, he did not really consider it as a large favor. That was because the worth of a new Sealine was far more than the cost of the ship itself. Since the King of Graycastle only wanted to exchange intelligence, this trade could not be considered as him taking advantage of the other side. He had even planned to pay Roland the full cost of the ship after the exploration of the Sealine, as a reward for him taking care of his daughter and because he wished for Lightning to have a better life in Neverwinter in the future. But now Thunder finally realized that, even by considering only the cost of the materials alone, the price of this ship would still be an astronomical figure. He could not help but feel sorry for his purse. Chapter 955 Chapter 955: An Unexpected Reunion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When Thunder brought up his question, Roland could not help curling his lips into a smile. He had to admit that the explorer was very good at grasping the nature of problems. By the standards of this era where everything was handcrafted, the price of any massive industrial product would be an astronomic number. However, Roland would definitely not charge Thunder based on the actual overhead cost of shipbuilding. It would just sound too businesslike and would definitely not help foster a healthy and sustainable relationship between them. As a matter of fact, the immediate launch of the two concurrent projects, the steel ship and the railway train, was largely attributed to the newly built steelmaking facilities after the success of the converter experiment in Neverwinter. The steel mill, which had now become completely independent of the witches, had created a virtuous cycle for efficient production. The whole steelmaking process, which included ironmaking in the Blast Furnace Zone, charcoal production in the coker unit, obtaining liquid steel, and forming ingots had become mechanized. Other than a few workers, there were only auxiliary machinery powered by steam engines in the entire plant. The steamy water vapor mingled with the ashes formed a unique phenomenon at North Slope Mountain known as grey fog. People would notice the mountainside was overcast by a layer of ¡°smoky clouds¡± when they looked up at the Impassable Mountain Range from somewhere high in the city. As the steel mill was currently in full swing, the average daily output these days exceeded the annual output of a city in the past. The astonishing production rate thus lay a solid foundation for all the industrial projects in Neverwinter. With the introduction of automatization, everything would experience a drastic change, although few people understood what it actually represented. ¡°We can talk about money later, but I assure you that it would be much cheaper than you think.¡± Roland smiled faintly. ¡°Because money isn¡¯t an issue, I¡¯ve said that the exploitation of unknown seas means a great deal to the entire human race. As the King of Graycastle, I would love to be part of that project.¡± Thunder¡¯s expression changed. He said, ¡°I¡¯m very impressed with your foresight¡­ Few people are willing to spend money on something intangible. Even the Chamber of Commerce at the Fjords is more inclined toward investigating new routes that would bring potential benefits. Although you can¡¯t participate in the exploration yourself, you have a much larger ambition than many explorers.¡± ¡°So, you were just speaking civilities back in the old king¡¯s city?¡± Roland thought indifferently. He believed nobody had a stronger desire than him to explore the world, for it concerned the origin of the Battle of Divine Will and the big secret behind it. ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s board the ship first.¡± Roland smiled and changed the subject. ¡°Since you¡¯re here, I¡¯ll show you around.¡± ¡°That would be great, Your Majesty!¡± Thunder grinned. ¡­ Since Roland had no reference or precedent, the steel ship was a ¡°nondescript¡± as it adopted different features of various classic ship models. Its front end resembled an ironclad, the bow of which slightly leaned outward, with an embolon underneath the waterline. The middle part of the ship was broadened to help the vessel maintain stability in severe sea conditions. The rear was flat like a modern ship. The total weight of the vessel was about 2,500 tons. Roland had once attempted to incorporate some new and unusual technologies, such as a bulbous bow and a fin stabilizer, into its design to optimize its performance. However, a bulbous bow should be crafted separately based on the design and the speed of the ship, whereas a fin stabilizer required complex mechanical linkage to adjust its angle. In consideration of the time limit and the practicality of the project, he had abandoned these pursuits that apparently exceeded the abilities of the current technologies. Nevertheless, it did not mean that this was an enlarged version of ¡°the Roland¡±, the shallow water gunboats. The steam turbine assembled by Anna alone was beyond the scope of Thunder and his party¡¯s understanding. Apart from that, it was the first time that a wind-up telephone was used for communication. Several telephone lines connected the command room, the machinery room, and the watchtower together. Compared to an on-and-off acoustic tube, the telephone worked much better. The captain could hear reports from various parts of the ship clearly with the telephone despite the loud noises of the sea. It was also worth mentioning that the wind-up telephone was equipped with a bewitched Mini Dawn battery that could last long enough to complete a prolonged trip. ¡°This is¡­ incredible.¡± After the tour, Thunder exclaimed in the bright, spacious tower bridge. ¡°It doesn¡¯t look like a ship to me but a moving castle above water.¡± Roland was amused at how fast Thunder had changed his thoughts of the ship. He said, ¡°How about it? I didn¡¯t let you down, did I?¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty. I¡¯m flattered.¡± The explorer did not conceal his contentment at all. ¡°She¡¯s the most beautiful ship I¡¯ve ever laid my eyes upon. It exceeds my expectation from every aspect. I feel I can rule the whole Swirling Sea with her.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t rush to a conclusion yet.¡± Roland waved his hand. ¡°To be completely honest, I know nothing about shipbuilding. Therefore, it¡¯s just a very complicated machine at the moment and not a real ship yet. It all depends on how she performs in the upcoming test. You have to provide me with a series of statistics, including her speed, stability, your crew number, the quantity of your food, etc. If things go well, you¡¯ll be able to set out for Shadow Sea after the Months of Demons this year.¡± ¡°Know¡­ nothing?¡± Thunder clucked his tongue. ¡°If the old craftsmen at Fjords hear you say this, they would plunge into the sea out of mortification. By the way, if you can build such an amazing steel ship while knowing nothing about shipbuilding, what would you build if you did know something?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll get the answer to that question tomorrow.¡± Roland left Thunder in suspense. ¡°Enjoy the feast tonight first.¡± *************** The castle hall was alive with flickering lights as night descended. Stones of Light that emanated a soft and steady glow replaced candles. The old long wooden table was replaced with a round one covered with white cloth. Wine glasses were replaced with a champagne tower. The band started to play violins. Ever since the treasure of the city hall had been filled with golds, the whole city had been freshened up and taken on an entirely new look. Even banquets had started to adopt the extravagant style of those in the old king¡¯s city. Most guests were prominent figures in Neverwinter and other cities of the alliance. The Witch Union was, of course, invited like they were every time. ¡°The man next to His Majesty is an explorer from your native town?¡± Lorgar cast a glance at the man with some interest and then turned to Lightning. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to talk to him?¡± ¡°His name is Sander Flyingbird, right?¡± The little girl shrugged and fed the pigeon hovering above her a slice of grilled mushroom. ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of him, so he must be a nobody. I have nothing to say to him. You don¡¯t know that there are numberless explorers at Fjords, most of whom are captains who only had a couple of long voyages. They didn¡¯t even experience hurricanes or huge waves.¡± Lightning paused for a second and then asked, ¡°By the way, why do I not see Mystery Moon yet? Didn¡¯t she say that she wanted to have a competition with us, the Exploration Group?¡± ¡°But a person that the chief receives shouldn¡¯t be a man of normality,¡± ¡°Like me¡­¡± Lorgar thought to herself while wagging her tail, ¡°Perhaps he¡¯s got some information about your father.¡± After Lorgar joined the Neverwinter Exploration Group, she learned more about the other two members¡¯ backgrounds. ¡°I agree, coo!¡± Maggie chimed in. ¡°It doesn¡¯t hurt to ask, coo!¡± Lightning twitched her lips indifferently. ¡°Since you insist, I¡¯ll go and say hello to him.¡± Chapter 956 Chapter 956: Thunder and Lightning Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Although Lightning promised to go talk to the explorer, she did not have high hopes. Roland also knew that she was seeking Thunder. If he had heard anything, he would have told her. Since he had not, it was most likely that the explorer knew nothing about it. But anyway, she would do what Maggie and Lorgar had suggested so she could put their minds at ease. Lightning walked up to the explorer but frowned immediately when she got a close look at the person. She was shocked by his florid fashion style. The explorer from the Fjords named Sander Flyingbird appeared to be around 30. His right eye was masked. The eye mask was embroidered with a fresh rose. More than half of his face, however, was covered by the tattoo of rose twigs and leaves. Apparently, he had a horrible fashion taste. Although an outstanding explorer should not judge a book by its cover, she was not impressed with his act of demeanor either. It appeared that Sander Flyingbird was boasting about one of his thrilling adventures to other guests. It turned out he was just talking about Searing Flame Islands, but the words and expressions he used to describe his experience made people believe that he had reached the end of the ocean or the edge of Hell. It was true that Searing Flame Island was a perilous place, where lava constantly ejected from the bottom of the ocean and formed huge columns of steam that tended to block the view and burn crew members¡­ Nevertheless, after generations of exploration, a full map of that area had been drafted. Adventurers simply needed to follow the correct route and enter the Island at a right time in order to avoid the dangers. She had visited the main island of Searing Flame Islands, Flaming Mountain, with her father when she had not even reached the age of ten. For the people of the Fjords, they only considered those who discovered new sailing routes, islands or relics as explorers. Since there were thousands of islands scattered around the Swirling Sea, a lot of people called themselves explorers, there were huge differences among them in terms of skills, experience, and abilities. There were very few people who, in Lightning¡¯s opinion, could sit equal with her father, and Sander Flyingbird was obviously not one of them. She instantly lost interest in him. While Lightning was hesitating, someone suddenly held her hand. She looked up and found it was Aunt Margaret. ¡°Good timing, little girl.¡± The female merchant beamed at Lightning. ¡°Let me present Mr. Sander to you. He¡¯s an explorer from Twin Dragon Island and also the chairman of Dragonhead¡¯s Chamber of Commerce. He¡¯s also one of your father¡¯s admirers.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already known his title.¡± Lightning grumbled under her breath. However, since Aunt Margaret had already started the conversation, she had no choice but to manage a smile and say, ¡°Hello, my name is Lightning. I am also from the Fjords, although I wasn¡¯t born on the Fjord Islands.¡± ¡°Ah, so you¡¯re Sir Thunder¡¯s daughter?¡± Sander replied gleefully, ¡°Ms. Margaret told me that the daughter of the greatest explorer is currently in Graycastle. We have finally met. Hmm¡­ you do sort of look like Sir Thunder!¡± ¡°He¡¯s lying. Dad has never said I look like him. I look more like my mother whom I¡¯ve never met.¡± Lightning twitched her lips. ¡°Thank you. Do you have any news about him?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve only heard rumors. Some say he¡¯s ended up on an unknown island while others maintain that he¡¯s actually returned to Fjords. Because he encountered something unusual after the shipwreck, he keeps a low profile and is now recruiting new crew members for his next undertaking. I don¡¯t give a damn about other theories¡­ especially those groundless rumors that harbor ill designs.¡± Sander rambled on. ¡°Of course, I¡¯m personally inclined to the second theory. There¡¯re quite a few reefs around where the storm took place. Sir Thunder could definitely get himself out of trouble. In fact, many of his crew members survived the catastrophe.¡± This speculation was quite close to her own. Lightning felt the man was less distasteful. She didn¡¯t really care if her father was looking for her or not. As long as she stuck to her path as an explorer, she believed that they would meet again at some point in the future. ¡°By the way, can I ask which island you discovered?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± There was a tinge of embarrassment in Sander¡¯s voice. ¡°Well, I can¡¯t lie to His Majesty, but I became an explorer largely because of your father. The discovery of Shadow Islands has tempted many people, including the Chamber of Commerce, to further explore the area. We planned to deliver some supplies to a transfer island. Unfortunately, my fleet deviated from the original route due to an unexpected attack from a Sea Monster halfway, which later led us to the discovery of an island not yet marked on the map.¡± As Lightning had expected, Sander Flyingbird was that type of really lucky explorer who had just had a few expeditions. ¡°I see, but this is also the beauty of exploration, isn¡¯t it?¡± Lightning put on a serious look. ¡°I¡¯ll let you and His Majesty talk.¡± She then turned to Roland and performed a curtsy. ¡°Your Majesty, please excuse me.¡± Roland seemed to be a little absent-minded because it took him a while to reply. ¡°Ah¡­ off you go,¡± he said blankly. Although she noticed that His Majesty looked a bit weird, Lightning did not take it seriously as she thought Roland was subject to Nightingale¡¯s protection. Instead of worrying about Roland, she should get prepared for the upcoming competition. It was literally the first contest after the foundation of the Exploration Group, so she must not allow a defeat! ¡­ Watching the little girl scuttle away, Roland was dumbstruck. Thunder is a born actor! His acting was so seamless that even his own daughter was not suspicious! ¡°No, that isn¡¯t technically right.¡± If he had not known that the person in front of him was Thunder, he would have never associated with the ¡°Sander Flyingbird¡± currently standing right next to him with the person who had gotten off the ship. The primary reason to hold this particular feast was to give an appropriate explanation for Thunder¡¯s presence. Therefore, Roland had intended to arrange two separate reception halls, one big and the other small, where the small one would be used for receiving guests of honor. It was also a common practice among nobles. However, Thunder thought it was unnecessary for such formalities and insisted that one hall would do. Roland had no issue with it either way. After all, Thunder was the person who did not want to meet his daughter. Yet to Roland¡¯s great dismay, Thunder had completely turned into a different person when he had shown up at the party with his fur coat off. Thunder told Roland that the change of his appearance was actually the joint effort of a gel substance and pearl powder. The dramatic tattoo and eye mask were also for the purpose of diverting people¡¯s attention to prevent them noticing the difference between the gel substance and his naked skin. As for the change in his voice, it was a skill Thunder had developed over years of exploration. But Roland did not buy his explanation. He believed that everyone had his own distinctive character. Even if he could change his voice and appearance, it was still not that easy to escape the scrutiny of his own daughter who had lived with him for over 10 years. Nonetheless, Thunder¡¯s acting made Roland believe that there were people who possessed this extraordinary talent. In an instant, the original 40-year-old explorer had been replaced by a dandy, boastful young leader of Dragonhead Chamber of Commerce. Roland only knew one other person who had the same level of acting skills and that was May. Chapter 957 Chapter 957: A Challenge from Mystery Moon Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Thank you.¡± When there were just Margaret and Nightingale around, Thunder dropped his fake smile and said to Roland sincerely, ¡°I¡¯m very happy about her current status. Now I know that I made the right decision back then. I¡¯ll leave her in your care.¡± ¡°She¡¯s grown up¡­¡± Margaret remarked impressively. ¡°The way she mimicked the tone of adults made you just want to press the poor little thing to your bosom.¡± ¡°Hey, that¡¯s what you¡¯re really thinking, isn¡¯t it,¡± Roland said within himself. Then he said, ¡°But Lightning hasn¡¯t given up on her undertaking. Although she lives here, she formed her own exploration group, despite that there are only three members. She would eventually catch up unless you lock her up now.¡± ¡°If that¡¯s unavoidable, then it¡¯s her destiny.¡± Thunder forced a smile. ¡°But not now at least. I hope she can live a happy and safe life before that day comes.¡± Having said that, the Battle of Divine Will was right around the corner. Even Lightning stayed away from the ocean, she was not safe there. Once Neverwinter, which was at the very front of the battle, fell, the entire human race would be doomed. Roland did not tell Lightning about this greatest crisis that human beings would ever encounter, for he knew the war itself was the most magnificent adventure Lightning would ever run into. She would definitely not miss the opportunity to personally participate in it. Since he could not persuade her to withdraw from the upcoming battle, he did not want to burden her with such an unnecessary premonition of imminent disaster. ¡°Rest assured, I¡¯ll take good care of her.¡± At length, Roland patted Thunder on his shoulder and said slowly. ¡­ ¡°What did he say?¡± Lorgar put Maggie, who was perched in her arms, back onto Lightning¡¯s head and asked, ¡°Did you hear anything about your father?¡± The little girl shook her head and replied, ¡°As I expected, there¡¯s nothing about his whereabouts. But don¡¯t worry, I prefer to find him myself with my team. That would be more interesting!¡± ¡°I agree, coo!¡± Maggie flapped her wings. ¡°By the way, is Mystery Moon here yet?¡± ¡°Nope.¡± ¡°What the heck.¡± Lightning twitched her lips. ¡°Is she just going to bail on us? She promised us with such confidence before.¡± ¡°By the way¡­ what¡¯s the challenge she issued to us?¡± Lorgar was curious. ¡°I have no idea, coo!¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°We, the Exploration Group, are ready to accept any challenge, no matter what they are,¡± Lightning said triumphantly. ¡°That¡¯s right, coo!¡± Maggie chimed in while craning her neck. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± The Princess of the Wildflame Clan clapped her hand over her forehead, totally speechless. She started to wonder what a chaotic group she had joined. ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m late¡­¡± Just then, they heard Mystery Moon¡¯s voice coming from behind them. Lorgar turned around and saw Mystery Moon and Lily trotting toward them, followed by Summer and Sharon. ¡°I thought you weren¡¯t coming.¡± Lightning folded her arms. ¡°Why wouldn¡¯t I?¡± Mystery Moon cried. ¡°I was just tied up with some investigation work. This is also a necessary step for the contest to run smoothly.¡± ¡°Alright then.¡± Lightning shrugged indifferently. ¡°Now can you tell us what the contest is?¡± ¡°Of course I will. However, before that, I¡¯d like to introduce my team first.¡± Mystery Moon opened her arms and pushed the other three girls forward. ¡°I announce that this is the date for the official establishment of Neverwinter Detective Group. These are the new members I just recruited!¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Detective¡­ Group?¡± ¡°What¡¯s that, coo?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not a member!¡± The witches reacted differently to the remark. Lorgar and Maggie both stood stupefied, having no clue as to what was exactly going on, whereas Summer and Sharon were clearly confused. Lily, on the other hand, yelled in annoyance. ¡°It was His Majesty! His Majesty!¡± Mystery Moon explained hastily. ¡°Wendy told me that His Majesty knows that we went to the academy to investigate the arson. He then taught me this word, which means uncovering the unknown and searching for truth. In addition, he gave me a special title as well.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Lightning looked incredulous. ¡°You can ask Wendy. I remember it¡¯s called front-load¡­ front-load washing machine.¡± Mystery Moon scratched the back of her head. ¡°But Wendy doesn¡¯t know the exact meaning either.¡± ¡°Searching for the truth of a crime¡­¡± Sharon muttered ponderously. ¡°If it helps with the security of Neverwinter, I¡¯d like to be a part of it.¡± ¡°Would there be any problems if I join?¡± Summer pointed to herself. ¡°Miss Nightingale said I¡¯m already a member of Security Bureau.¡± ¡°It would be fine.¡± Mystery Moon gave a thumbs-up. ¡°Lightning also needs to scout for the First Army from time to time, doesn¡¯t she? As long as we put priority on His Majesty¡¯s orders, there shouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡± ¡°Sorry, but please don¡¯t count me in.¡± Lily rolled her eyes. ¡°There are tons of samples I need to record in the laboratory, and the size of the mushroom plant has to be doubled again. I really don¡¯t have time for your game. Call me a traitor if you like, but it won¡¯t change anything!¡± ¡°Traitor!¡± ¡°You¡­¡± ¡°Wait, my bad. Let me finish.¡± Mystery Moon nagged. ¡°I¡¯m serious this time. You should all know that His Majesty received some guests from Fjords, right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s quite obvious.¡± Lily snapped impatiently. ¡°What do you think this feast is about?¡± ¡°But my point is that there¡¯s a witch among them.¡± Mystery Moon continued, ¡°I was inspecting the illumination at the port when they arrived¡­¡± ¡°You were just idling about, weren¡¯t you? Nobody would turn on lights during the daytime.¡± ¡°Ahem, and then I noticed her.¡± Mystery Moon ignored the blatant flaw that Lily had just pointed out in her story and said, ¡°I¡¯ve heard that the Fjord people will be staying at Neverwinter for quite a few months, and this includes the witch. So, she¡¯ll be the very subject of our contest.¡± ¡°Oh, really?¡± Lightning was intrigued, ¡°Tell me about it.¡± ¡°The first team that successfully persuades her to join their group wins the game!¡± Mystery Moon proclaimed. ¡°The Detective Group is considered the biggest organization under the Witch Union because we have four members. However, since the Exploration Group was founded earlier, I would say we¡¯re tied for now. The winner of this competition will thus decide which team is the stronger of the two!¡± ¡°Haha.¡± Lorgar almost bit her tongue. She could barely suppress her laughter. ¡°To team up with a stranger witch?¡± Although she knew the contest did not have to be as formal as a holy duel, she was both amused and astonished at the playful manner in which they set up the competition. To Lorgar¡¯s surprise, however, both Lightning and Maggie looked grave, particularly Maggie. She was apparently in a state of alert, as her tail was high up in the air. Princess Lorgar cried in silence. She wondered if she could still withdraw from the competition. ¡°Although I don¡¯t think you can judge a team by the number of its members, I accept the challenge!¡± Lightning patted her chest. ¡°Coo, coo!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t ever take it lightly.¡± Mystery stuck out one finger. ¡°First, the witch named Joan can barely talk, so it¡¯s hard for her to communicate with others. Second, she¡¯s so frightened that the poor thing senses danger from any invitations from strangers, just like us back then when we were wanted by the church. So, it¡¯s going to be a time-consuming project. As for the rules of the game, whichever team that first wins her over wins the game. How does that sound?¡± ¡°I have no issue with it.¡± Lightning nodded. ¡°Hang on¡­ I have a question.¡± Lorgar made the last attempt to get herself out of the contest. ¡°If what you said is true, she would only be here for a few months. In that case, there¡¯s no point to argue which group she would join eventually. Whether it¡¯s the Detective Group or the Exploration Group, it¡¯ll make no difference to her.¡± ¡°That isn¡¯t true.¡± Mystery Moon refuted gravely. ¡°If we can help her walk out of the shadows and open up to us, everything would be worthwhile. Perhaps, it means nothing to an ordinary person, but to her, it will be the sunshine that lightens up her life, and this was also what His Majesty did for us in the first place.¡± In an instant, Lorgar¡¯s heart missed a beat. It suddenly occurred to her that these girls were probably not as juvenile as she had thought them to be. ¡°Hold on, who told you all this?¡± Lily drew her brows together. ¡°Well¡­¡± Mystery Moon was at a loss for words. ¡°Did you¡ª¡± She cast a suspicious glance at Mystery Moon and then at Summer before she uttered an exclamation of surprise. ¡°Did you ask Summer to use her ability to eavesdrop on His Majesty?¡± ¡°No, no!¡± Mystery Moon explained quickly. ¡°We simply went back to the time when they visited the dock. It was nothing confidential, as His Majesty made a speech in front of everybody!¡± With these words, she stole an embarrassed glance at Lightning. ¡°I swear in the name of electromagnetic power!¡± ¡°You were way over the line this time. I¡¯m going to report to Wendy!¡± ¡°Trai ¡ª no, I swear I¡¯ll never do it again!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t trust you!¡± ¡°I¡¯m serious!¡± ¡°You always lie to me!¡± ¡°If I lie to you again, I won¡¯t have any more Chaos Drinks. Hey, don¡¯t go!¡± While the Detective Group was experiencing an internal conflict, Maggie leaped into flight abruptly and flew to the other side of the hall. Only Lightning and Lorgar saw her leave. Lorgar saw the pigeon flit across the hall and descend on a round table. It picked up a piece of barbeque meat with its beak and landed on Joan¡¯s shoulder. The girl seemed to be startled at first, but she was soon attracted to the bird. Afterward, she even took the barbeque meat the bird offered her. The wolf girl turned to Maggie and lifted up her ears. Shortly afterward, she captured the conversation between them. However, she could barely understand it. ¡°Coo.¡± ¡°Ya.¡± ¡°Coo, coo¡ªcoo!¡± ¡°Ya Ya.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Around seven or eight minutes later, Maggie rose in the air and landed on Lightning¡¯s head again. ¡°She agreed to join the Exploration Group, coo!¡± Maggie announced triumphantly. Chapter 958 Chapter 958: A Heartbreaking Friendship Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What happened there?¡± As Roland and Margaret were talking, Margaret uttered an exclamation of surprise. ¡°What¡¯s Joan¡­ doing?¡± Roland also noticed the commotion on the other side of the hall. He saw Margaret¡¯s witch friend leave her spot and, escorted by her maid, slowly walk toward Lightning and the other witches. Maggie, on the other hand, was flying back and forth, seemingly delivering messages for her. At first, Joan was so nervous that she clung to her maid the whole time. She only poked her head out when Maggie was around. However, when she and Maggie gradually got to know each other, the situation soon changed. She not only started to talk to the witches but even reached out her hands to touch Lorgar¡¯s ears and tail in a gentle manner. ¡°Now I see.¡± Roland could not help smiling. ¡°Lightning is indeed quick at making friends.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­ unbelievable.¡± Margaret clapped her hand over her mouth. ¡°You know how long it took me to persuade Joan to come ashore? It took me a good two months, and I had to ask Ms. Camilla to help me.¡± ¡°How did she do that?¡± Thunder was also surprised. ¡°She doesn¡¯t have to do anything, but just take Maggie and Lorgar with her,¡± Roland explained with a smile. ¡°What Joan truly fears is the abhorrence with which people treat foreign races or people of different appearances. Perhaps, Joan views both the pigeon and the wolf girl as people of her kind.¡± ¡°Her¡­ kind?¡± Margaret echoed. ¡°Yes. You¡¯ve met Maggie before, but Lorgar bears more similarities to Joan than Maggie.¡± Roland then told Margaret about some of the animal features of Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan. ¡°Anyway, you don¡¯t need to worry whether she would be able to blend in.¡± ¡°Has the witch called Lorgar¡­ never been rejected by anyone?¡± ¡°If she wasn¡¯t, she wouldn¡¯t have come to Neverwinter. Even in the Southernmost Region where witches are generally treated as Divine Ladies by every clan, one with a mishappened figure would still be regarded with evil forebodings.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°Of course, not everyone in Neverwinter accepts them, but the discrimination would be a lot more subtle than in other places. As for the Witch Union, nobody would ever discriminate another because of her look. Everyone has gone through the same pain and fully knows the nature of their abilities. They would be more than happy to have a new member.¡± ¡°People fear the unknown.¡± Thunder sighed. ¡°What first motivated me to become an explorer was purely money, but now I want to cover as much untrodden land as possible before I die. There are so many mysteries in this world that await us. If people are just satisfied with the place where they were brought up, they would probably be bound by fear for the rest of their life.¡± ¡°This is also the reason I support you.¡± Roland raised his glass. ¡°There¡¯s an old saying: a person will eventually become as great as his thought. You¡¯ll go down in history if you can think that way.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Thunder replied with a smile and clunk his glass. ¡°I¡¯ll try my best to not disappoint your expectations. You can count on me.¡± Margaret gazed at Joan for a long time, as if she were lost in thought. After quite a while, she turned around and bowed to Roland, with her hand on her chest. ¡°Your Majesty, I have a bold request.¡± ¡°Say it.¡± ¡°I planned to take Joan back to the Fjords and persuade her to settle down where she was born after this exploration is over,¡± Margaret said in a soft voice. ¡°The life on the sea is too lonely and I don¡¯t want to see her continue this way. But now I changed my mind¡­¡± Margaret paused for a second and then asked, ¡°Your Majesty, can I entrust her to you?¡± ¡°You want her¡­ to stay in Neverwinter?¡± ¡°If Joan stays at the Fjords, she would probably ground herself and speak to very few people. But she can make some true friends here.¡± Margaret nodded. ¡°She left the ocean, which she is so used to, and followed me here. I don¡¯t want to fail her trust. I truly feel nowhere is more suitable for her than Neverwinter.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not a problem.¡± Roland smiled faintly. ¡°This is exactly what the Witch Union was founded for.¡± ¡°Now that I have your promise. I¡¯ll fully trust you on the matter.¡± Margaret dipped in a curtsy, relieved. *************** Lily returned to her bedroom, yawning, and hung her wet towel on the rail. When she was about to read the biology book before going to bed, she heard Mystery Moon mutter behind her. ¡°We lost¡­ we lost¡­ we lost¡­¡± Lily rolled her eyes, pretending she did not hear the repetitive mumble, and opened the book indifferently. The murmur, as she had expected, grew louder immediately. ¡°The Detective Group lost¡­ the Detective Group lost¡­ the Detective Group lost¡­¡± ¡°Are you done or not?¡± Lily felt her temples throbbing. She sat upright and yelled, ¡°Can¡¯t you just go to sleep?¡± ¡°But we lost.¡± Mystery Moon buried her face in the pillow and grumbled resentfully. ¡°Aren¡¯t you sad at all? I already had a plan on how to make her side with us. I was so close! Look at the way they communicate. It doesn¡¯t seem that they understand each other. How did they do that? Did they know each other from before? Now the Exploration Group is equal to the Detective Group in number, and we¡¯re no longer the biggest organization¡­¡± Lily had no comment. Mystery Moon was not, evidently, very close to winning because the Exploration Group had literally defeated them before they had even started. ¡°Why do I have to feel sad about it? I have nothing to do with you.¡± Lily interrupted her never-ending whining. ¡°I reiterate. There were just three people in the Detective Group at the beginning and now you have lost the game and are outnumbered. You are flattened. You¡¯d better dissolve the group before it isn¡¯t too late.¡± With these words, she returned to her book and was determined not to talk to her roommate anymore, no matter how hard she tried to get her into a conversation. To her surprise, however, Mystery Moon stopped bothering her. For a moment, the room was unusually quiet. This isn¡¯t right. Lily was a little worried and wondered if she had been too harsh on Mystery Moon. Although Mystery Moon could be a bit annoying sometimes, she meant well. If there had not been such a ridiculous competition, Joan would probably have never opened up to them so quickly. Although Mystery Moon should not have eavesdropped on His Majesty, it was, essentially, not a mistake with serious consequences¡­ Maybe she had been a little too serious over the matter. Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind. Unlike her, Mystery Moon used to be very reserved and timid. Due to her ability, she had constantly been scolded by Cara back in the Witch Cooperation Association and everybody had treated her as an invisible person. Thanks to the Witch Union, she had finally become more outgoing and sociable. Lily wondered whether her reproach would make Mystery Moon slip back to her old ways and sink into a state of dejection again. At this thought, Lily regretted yelling at her so severely. She swallowed hard and slowly turned around, about to apologize. But she was met with a ten dollar note in her face. Mystery Moon was standing behind the bed, arms out. She thrust the note right under Lily¡¯s nose. ¡°Wh-what¡¯re you doing?¡± Lily was frightened. ¡°I beg you not to leave the Detective Group. I¡¯m willing to offer you a bottle of Chaos Drink in exchange!¡± Mystery Moon screwed up her face. ¡°If you leave, there¡¯s not a single chance for the Detective Group to turn the situation around!¡± ¡°I already said I¡¯m not one of you. Can¡¯t you listen?¡± Lily clapped her hand over her forehead, speechless but at the same time relieved. She was happy that Mystery Moon was not as fragile as she had thought. After a long silence, Lily took the ten dollar bill from Mystery Moon. ¡°You agreed?¡± Mystery Moon¡¯s face lightened up. ¡°No.¡± Lily tapped the desk. ¡°I have many things to deal with and have absolutely no time to play games with you. But I can give you a hint as a return for your 10-dollar note. I can also give you my counsel provided that it won¡¯t take up my work hours. At least, my advice would be much more practical than befriending some random witch.¡± ¡°What hint?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not the right person to help you expand your team. Not everyone in the Witch Union is as busy as Soraya. You can turn to those idlers.¡± Lily felt guilty for selling out those witches and muttered an inaudible ¡°sorry¡± under her breath. ¡°Think about it. Who else helped you find the clues in the arson of the Academy?¡± ¡°Um¡­ do you mean Evelyn? No, I can¡¯t ask her. Although the group activities won¡¯t take a lot of time, she still needs to manage her own tavern.¡± ¡°Not her.¡± ¡°Um¡­ then Amy?¡± Mystery Moon looked hesitant. ¡°But she isn¡¯t from Graycastle and she has her own companions as well¡­¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that even better? Once she joins the Detective Group, all the other witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart would follow.¡± Lily counted on her fingers. ¡°Annie can be busy, but neither Hero nor Broken Sword is. Plus, you have a joint project with Broken Sword¡­ Does it really matter to you where they come from? Joan¡¯s from the Fjords. Why don¡¯t you have a problem with that?¡± ¡°I see!¡± ¡°And then there are the combat witches who previously belonged to the Bloodfang Association. They have a lot of free time and shouldn¡¯t refuse if you ask. Now the Detective Group will have a lot more members than the Exploration Group. At least, you outnumber them. But remember not to bother His Majesty, nor should you challenge the Exploration Group at random.¡± Lily advised. ¡°I just feel that it¡¯s impossible for you to beat them, although I don¡¯t know why.¡± ¡°Because you favor them.¡± Mystery Moon pouted. ¡°No, I don¡¯t! Anyway, that¡¯s all that I want to say. Now go to bed and don¡¯t bother me again.¡± Lily waved. ¡°Alright¡­¡± But Mystery Moon soon turned around again. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± After experiencing some mood swings, Lily found herself be more patient than before. ¡°Well, it would be better to get things straightened out now than have a problem later,¡± thought Lily. ¡°That ten dollar note is your reward if you join the Detective Group¡­¡± Mystery Moon said hesitantly. ¡°Since you¡¯ve decided not to, can I have it back?¡± At that moment, Lily heard something break in her heart. ¡± NO WAY! GET OUT OF HERE!¡± Chapter 959 Chapter 959: Witnessing History Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The next day was Neverwinter¡¯s fourth holiday in autumn and the first weekend in mid-autumn. As there weren¡¯t any stories such as Genesis told in this world, most people were busy all year around looking for food. Since Roland implemented the rule of ¡°one day off every seven days¡±, his subjects owed their gratitude to him. No one would complain about such a kind lord who let them take a day off without deducting their pay. In particular, all the refugees, who moved in from other cities, were so determined to settle in Neverwinter after they had experienced the life here, that even the demons that City Hall had announced all over Neverwinter could not scare them off. Compared to hunger and poverty, even the demons had become insignificant to them. According to Barov¡¯s report, the rest day system scarcely impacted the production of Neverwinter and after it was officially popularized, workers could take rests of their own free will. Many people chose to work on the holiday to get paid more. Moreover, the trade of the city grew substantially, largely thanks to the booming business in the square where people visited every weekend. The square had attracted not only local merchants but also the traders from other cities, who would set up their stalls on weekends and then replenished their stock with the specialties of the Western Region during the weekdays before they went back their homes and made a fat profit by selling them. With more concrete boats put into use, the goods circulated much faster in the market with a cycle time shortened to just weeks, which was something beyond imagination a year ago. In the past, the nobles and dealers in the inland cities, such as Redwater City, could only eat pickled fish, yet now refrigerated fresh fish shipped from Shallow Port was able to be served at their dinner table. In light of that, Roland decided to set the activities, like important speeches, demonstrations, and all kinds of commendation ceremonies, on rest days, trying to take advantage of people¡¯s shopping habits to further boost trade. As the goods were sold and the deals were made, he could collect more taxes, which would certainly make up for the wages he paid to his people on rest days. In summary, it was a move that served multiple purposes. This weekend was no different. Under the cloudless sky, the last hint of the warmth of summer mingling with the cool breeze of autumn had created another perfect day for people to go out. From the dock of the inland river to the northern city wall, the streets were packed with people who were waiting in anticipation. Yet, this time, they were not on their way to the Convenience Market, where they could buy some good meat, but were here to witness their king¡¯s new invention. An unprecedented transport, ¡°the train¡±, was about to make its first trial run. Victor, the jeweler, was among the crowd. After hearing the news of the trial from the City Hall¡¯s propaganda, he immediately handed over the big deal he was negotiating to his men and embarked on the concrete boat traveling from the old king¡¯s city to Neverwinter that very night. Victor was definitely among those who were highly impressed by the changes in the Western Region over the past few years. He had visited the lord of the land when it was merely an isolated, small town and only had a hazy memory of the lord, who was a fat middle-aged noble and always complained about how barren his land was. If it was not for the fine gemstones that he could get from the town, Victor would never have traveled beyond Longsong Stronghold. Victor used to only visit the Western Region once a year, and whenever he came, the small border town was as dilapidated and decayed as it had been before. But in the last three years, he had visited here much more often, and the frequency had grown to once per month, particularly after Roland Wimbledon announced that he was building a city here. It was as if the Western Region of Graycastle had become different world. Time must run quickly here as a single day turned into the equivalent of months of progress and those months turned into years as he could not see how Neverwinter had changed so fast. As Victor entered a tavern by the street, the owner immediately came over and welcomed him, ¡°I knew you would come. The table by the window on the third floor has been specially reserved for you.¡± He quickly pulled out a silver royal and tossed it to the owner. ¡°Lead the way.¡± ¡°Alright. Please follow me.¡± Victor, who had been a regular of the tavern, naturally did not have to stay with the crowd on the street. There were also many people on the third floor, but at least he could have a better view. People around him had been in heated discussions about the demonstration today. ¡°The train is going to run on that narrow street? That¡¯s too far from the square and residential areas.¡± ¡°Street? Ignorance! That¡¯s called a railway, the thing used in the mining area,¡± someone said, laughing. ¡°Since it¡¯s not built for people to ride, it¡¯s better to be placed somewhere less crowded. Do you take it as a wagon?¡± ¡°You mean the thing in the Silver City¡¯s mine?¡± ¡°Yes, it was manufactured here and needs a steam engine to work.¡± Victor could not help joining the discussion. ¡°I¡¯ve seen the cart driven by the steam engine. Its great advantage is that it is immune to different terrains. But if it¡¯s put on flat ground, even mules are able to replace it. So I don¡¯t think it works as simply as you said, or the City Hall wouldn¡¯t call it ¡®an era-defining transport¡¯.¡± ¡°Perhaps it¡¯s only a stunt,¡± a man murmured. ¡°Go away,¡± the people around the man cried immediately. ¡°Is this your first time in Neverwinter? King Roland never boasts.¡± The man looked unconvinced and wanted to argue but was abruptly interrupted by a loud whistle from far away. ¡°Woo¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡± ¡°It¡¯s coming!¡± The atmosphere of the room went wild. Everyone looked out of the windows and stared unblinkingly at a small street near the Castle District. Some of them even took out telescopes. Victor also looked at where the sound came from. A long and black beast appeared behind the houses, coming slowly in sight. It was huge, and above its two wheels was its head that looked like a metal pail, on top of which there was gray smoke pumping out, just like a working steam engine. A wagon ran alongside the head of the train, drawn by two horses, moving as fast as the train, as if the two were completing. However, since the wagon was laden with ore, the driver of the cart must keep whipping to drive the horses forward, and every step the horses took was strenuous. If the hub of the wheel was not iron-forged, the wagon would have collapsed already. As the full exterior of the train was revealed, Victor, despite himself, felt the hairs on his back stand up. Carriages, one after another, followed the head of the train. Each was four or five times larger than the wagon and laden with ore. In terms of volume, one carriage was almost on a par with a cargo sailing ship on the inland river. The point was that the train contained more than one carriage. For a moment, all the audience exclaimed with admiration. ¡°Four¡­the fourth!¡± ¡°The fifth!¡± ¡°There can¡¯t be more!¡± ¡°My God! The sixth!¡± ¡°There¡¯s more, the seventh!¡± The monster-like head trailed a total of seven carriages, moving steadily across the clearing before the castle. Now Victor found the answer to his question. There was a big difference between a steam engine that was fixed in the entrance to the mine to power the carts and a steam engine that could move independently and freely. The latter could carry goods to wherever the railway stretched. The weight would no longer be the bottleneck of land transportation. On the contrary, the capability of the train would outstrip that of the river transportation. His Majesty could even empty a city in a short time by carrying everything away on the train if he wanted. Being born as the son of a merchant, Victor naturally knew the importance of transportation, which was often the reason why most cities were built near rivers. Obviously, such kind of transport would bring limitless possibilities for the circulation of the resources, so the word ¡°era-defining¡± was far from being over dramatic. An unspeakable feeling came over him, he could feel content and lost and¡­ It was like he had witnessed history yet meanwhile he had been forsaken by history. The lords in other kingdoms were still drowning themselves in pleasures and traveling by horses and mules on the road that was paved with bricks and full of mud. They, however, were entirely unaware of what had happened here and still felt good about themselves. Somehow, an idea emerged in Victor¡¯s head. The future had already come, yet it did not arrive at all places equally. Chapter 960 Chapter 960: New Enemies Spotted Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the days following the train¡¯s demonstration, there was an air of enthusiasm in Neverwinter. Even Roland could feel it in the castle. It was not his opinion but a conclusion based on the data in a report sent from City Hall. Barov held the report and said, filled with joy. ¡°The applications for citizenship we¡¯ve received In the past three days are 60% more than that of normal times, and half of the applicants, about 725 people, have just moved in less than two months ago. In other words, it only took us three and a half months to get the number of applications that should have taken us five months to collect! The number of applicants decreased slightly after the demons¡¯ attack, but now it not only offsets the difference, but also shows a surge, which means that we don¡¯t need to worry about people¡¯s concern over the demons anymore. Your Majesty, the demonstration is a huge success.¡± Since Roland introduced the Data Statistics and Comprehensive Analysis to the management, the City Hall Director started to put numbers in his report. As time went on, more numbers were adopted and went into detail. It seemed to Barov that no conclusion could be brought forth without comparing data. Besides, he also invented some formulas for analysis, and one of them was called ¡°period between the Arrived and the Settled¡±. Barov explained that the formula showed how determined the migrants were to become the citizens of Neverwinter. After the identity card was added in the city¡¯s rules, any refugees who wanted to be an official citizen had to come to the City Hall and submitted their application. Generally, one who had any specialties or a permanent residence would be eligible. In addition, the applications from people who had passed the examination of City Hall and had no bad records would be accepted by City Hall as well. The newcomers, in spite of themselves, started to look forward to the card. In addition, because they made livings in different industries, it took them different periods of time to be able to afford a downpayment. Hence, Barov tried to calculate the average period of time those people spent, and in his opinion, the shorter the period was, the more loyal the people were to their king and the more faith they had in the new king¡¯s city. However, Roland took a different view of that conclusion. He never trusted the loyalty of strangers. They might have real faith, but ultimately, they cared more about whether their own welfare was secured. At any time, it was reasonable for anyone to side with the stronger, so showing the strength at the right time could significantly increase the cohesiveness of the people. The train was a good choice. Even though most people did not know what it really was, the overwhelming feeling that the huge size, the hundreds of tons of weight, and the roar of the cylinder had brought to them was unmistakable. Even Thunder was awestruck by the train when it ran through the railway near the Castle District in an unstoppable way. Unlike ocean transportation, the weight of goods had always limited the land transportation, yet the train would apparently break that barrier. Thunder even joked that when he was too old to have any more adventures, he would move his whole family to Neverwinter, where the life was also a kind of adventure, for there were so many new things emerging all the time. If the train could amaze the most famous explorer in Fjords, then its shock to the common people was beyond expression. Where else could they find a place so promising? Barov continued, ¡°Also, we¡¯ve received invitations from many merchants, some of which come from the Chambers of Commerce in Redwater and Silverlight. They¡¯ve eagerly begged an audience. I think they want to know more about the train.¡± ¡°Refuse them all,¡± Roland said, smiling. ¡°The train is not for sale at present, and they can¡¯t afford it even if I was willing to sell it. But you can promote other goods to them, like the first and the second generations of steam engines retiring from the mining area.¡± Neverwinter was not the poor border town any longer, and not all Chambers of Commerce were eligible to be received by Roland. For those who did not have a special association with him, the City Hall Director would be enough to handle them. ¡°I see.¡± Barov touched his beard and said. ¡°Since the people were in high spirits, how about carrying out the new reserve force system?¡± Roland changed the subject. Barov nodded. ¡°No problem, I think. But¡­ Your Majesty, do you really think the war would go that badly?¡± ¡°It¡¯s just in case. In a war that determines the fate of all human beings, shouldn¡¯t we take it more seriously?¡± After Roland returned from the war, he had ordered the General Staff to draft the new reserve force system. It mainly contained two parts: Military education and training, and expanding the reserve force. Military education and training would be introduced into the primary education in order to train the students¡¯ basic awareness of discipline and knowledge of fighting. Expanding the reserve force would be carried out without interfering with the production. During the progress, the people would be trained in batches with all kinds of fighting skills. It could be regarded as a sort of militia. Since the new military system was mandatory, it would not be more appropriate to carry it out at the moment when the people were enormously enthusiastic. Once the system began, Graycastle¡¯s military would become an organism that would be able to heal itself. That meant when the front line lacked men, the rear was able to send back up soldiers without any delay, while in the past, every batch of recruits had to run through two or three months¡¯ training all over again before they were qualified. Roland planned to recall the Second Army, which had been turned into reserve troops, to Neverwinter, because the threat from the Timothy and the church had been lifted in the Longsong District. In addition, the previous two-pronged attack had reminded him of the necessity to set up a second army. When the Battle of Divine Will broke out, he did not need to personally march an army on the front line. ¡°Meanwhile, you can start preparing for the next military conscription,¡± Roland commanded. ¡°When the Months of Demons end, I want to see the soldiers in the official troops exceed 10,000 men, whose equipment was also well matched. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Barov promised without hesitation. ¡°Good, you can leave now¡­ Wait!¡± Roland suddenly frowned. ¡°What else can I do for you?¡± Barov stopped and asked at once. Roland¡¯s attention, however, was completely caught by Nightingale¡¯s words right now. She said, ¡°News from Sylvie has just arrived. It¡¯s reported that she had spotted new movements from the demons. It seems that the Devilbeasts have expanded their patrol area and are building a new camp.¡± ¡°Call them back immediately,¡± Roland commanded her under his breath and then turned to Barov and said, ¡°Convene a meeting of the officials from all departments. Something happened in the north.¡± ¡­ Soon, the meeting room was full of people. Sylvie, who had never been in a such a meeting, looked nervous when she was stating the details. Fortunately, Lightning quickly joined her and helped her tell the whole story. It had been a routine investigation. Due to the threat from the flying Devilbeasts, Roland had banned Lightning, Maggie, and Lorgar from going to the relic area of Taquila alone for safety reasons. Yet in order to keep an eye out for a sign of the demons, Maggie would carry Sylvie to investigate the edge of the area every four days. The phantom instrument had failed to locate the target precisely so that they had to rely on the witches to make up for its failings. Thanks to the Eye of Magic, that could see far beyond the demons¡¯ range, they only needed to frequently fly out and watch the area from a safe distance. But this time, the investigation team had spotted a trail of Devilbeasts within the distance that they thought was perfectly safe. Chapter 961 Chapter 961: Two Plans Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What do you think?¡± Roland asked, looking at the light curtain on the wall. There was no doubt that Taquila survivors were the most qualified to analyze the demons¡¯ intention. ¡°It¡¯s an old trick of them,¡± Alethea snorted coldly. ¡°Due to intimidation failing to work, they will do it the hard way. As I¡¯ve said before, they¡¯re great at combining intimidation with force to deal with the human lords. If it were a city of witches they confronted, they¡¯d slaughter all the citizens once and for all.¡± ¡°But last time you estimated that it would take them about half a year before they pushed towards us.¡± ¡°Ahem, that¡¯s a result calculated from the average time they need to build a large camp. Maybe they¡¯re hasty this time.¡± Alethea¡¯s voice sounded a little awkward. ¡°The war situation is always changing. One would be foolish to stick in the mud. I didn¡¯t tell you to let down your guard.¡± ¡°What? Are you kidding?¡± Roland knew it was necessary to keep watch on the enemies. But when and how to fight back was planned according to the time she had calculated. If the enemies had to spend half a year taking hold, his railway would¡¯ve been able to stretch before them. By then, with an armored train and railguns, Roland was confident that the demons would have no energy to build any outposts. ¡°Alethea didn¡¯t mean to hide that on purpose. I agreed with her before,¡± Agatha said, seeming to read Roland¡¯s doubt. ¡°The Union had paid a high price for the timetable regarding the expanding of the red mist supply line. It remained right even before the Holy City fell. Half a year is the shortest period the demons need before their next move.¡± ¡°You mean the demons need less time now and that the timetable that had cost so many lives is useless?¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°Of course, it¡¯s understandable to see 400-year-old intelligence become invalid.¡± Roland felt his eyebrow twitching. The Pearl of the Northern Region, without any doubt, was among the ordinary people on the scene who dared to confront the blob monster. Considering that he was not a typical virtual person in this world, Edith would be the only one here who had the guts. As expected, Alethea howled, ¡°Common person, how dare you!¡± Pasha chimed in before Alethea lost her temper. ¡°Perhaps, it¡¯s the giant skeleton that makes the red mist supply line expand faster or the demons are planning something else. If they don¡¯t aim at attacking, they surely can set up an outpost earlier. After all, the supply of the red mist will determine how big the outpost will be. Hence, there is no need to quarrel with each other about it. It¡¯s his Majesty who gets the final say on how to tackle this problem.¡± Pasha lived up to the title of the real leader of the Taquila survivors, Roland nodded to himself. What she had said not only put down the possible quarrel but also took his feeling into account. Conversating was indeed an art. The problem was still there. Whether the demons were plotting something else in the dark or they wanted to march toward Neverwinter soon, the result was that due to this change, Roland could not watch the relic of the Holy City anymore. In fact, Neverwinter did not have many choices. If phantom instrument could locate the target precisely, he might have more time to observe the enemy and see what they planned to do, but now he had to root out this obstacle before him as soon as possible. ¡°Get the First Army ready to march.¡± Roland drew a deep breath and commanded Iron Axe. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Iron Axe answered briskly as he always did. ¡°A bold choice,¡± Alethea praised. ¡°Turning a blind eye to the coming war is no better than suicide. Only by keeping a close eye on the enemies¡¯ movement could we be better prepared.¡± ¡°General Staff, come up with, at least, a plan before tomorrow nightfall.¡± Roland cast a glance at Edith on purpose. ¡°I also want to see how you deduce the plan.¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Ferlin Eltek, Knight Morning Light, who had formally changed his career, said grimly. ¡°According to Lady Sylvie, the flying Devilbeasts have taken over the place. It¡¯s almost impossible for the First Army to march on while staying unnoticed. Once we give ourselves away, we¡¯ll get stuck.¡± Roland knew that too. That was why he wanted to know the exact inference of the plan before they acted. He who designed the weapons for the army certainly knew that Ferlin had made his meaning clear in a tactful way. The anti-aircraft machine gun would lose most of its power if the soldiers could not set it up and take aim in advance. Moreover, unlike the defensive battle on the city wall, the enemies would come from all directions, which made it hard to preset the suitable barrage. Besides, the construction of the railway was not finished yet, so they had to travel by foot to carry the war materials, and if the enemies intercepted the transport corps, it would be a significant loss. There were about 400 kilometers between Neverwinter and the suspected outpost. Even though they subtracted the journey in the Misty Forest, they still had 170 kilometers to go, which could not be traveled in one day. Besides, the army would need to set up a camp, and according to the number of soldiers, there will be many tents to pitch. As a result of this, all the steps to make the camp would increase the risk of being spotted by the flying demons and that would become his army¡¯s Achilles heel. Roland did not have as many men as Sylvie who could keep every transport corp away from the enemies during their journey. Nor did he depend on those recruits to fight back hard when they were attacked. If the army¡¯s supply line was destroyed, it might not be able to pull out, let alone push forward. But he could not let anyone see his irresolution at this crucial moment. ¡°I need to see the plan before we work out anything else.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Majesty,¡± Ferlin said with a hand on his chest. ¡­ A night slipped away unnoticed. The General Staff handed over the plan in the afternoon the next day. There were two of them. Edith Kant would be the reporter. ¡°You¡¯ve stayed up all night?¡± Roland asked, noticing some slight puffiness under her eyes. ¡°Everyone was working so hard. How could I take a rest alone?¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°Just take it as compensation for the mistake I made last time.¡± ¡°Is she complaining?¡± Roland could not help asking inwardly. He then waved his hand and did not take it seriously. ¡°Tell me the conclusion.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± She pointed at the left sheet of paper and said, ¡°If we march on, as usual, the Devilbeasts will surely spot the main body of our troops. By then, the commander¡¯s ability will determine how the battle will turn out. Because the General Staff doesn¡¯t have the corresponding information, we just assume the worst. Our conclusion is that the First Army can accomplish the mission. However, they¡¯ll be routed by the demons and only half of the army, about 2500 men, can retreat to Neverwinter. The witches won¡¯t be in great danger, and all of them can safely escape if they don¡¯t make any rash moves.¡± ¡°The result doesn¡¯t seem good.¡± Roland rubbed his forehead. ¡°Is there anything wrong with the logistics?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Edith said bluntly. ¡°Once the demons attack the supply line, the First Army has to send reinforcements. However, it¡¯s impossible to stifle the enemies completely. As time goes the casualties get heavier, men¡¯s morale lower and the soldiers at the front get disheartened too. A week later, the attack from the enemies will become harder to track, and meanwhile, the main army starts to attack the enemies¡¯ camp, which can be regarded as the simplest part of the whole war. Your army will succeed in destroying the enemies¡¯ outpost, but the rear will be on fire.¡± ¡°You mean Neverwinter?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s a fire in the Misty Forest set by the demons, who have noticed something wrong in the forest. The fire will burn down the safe passage opened by Lady Leaf so that the transport corps have to take a detour, which is three times longer. That means the supply for the First Army will be cut off completely. As a result, the army starts to lose its advantage and has no choice but to withdraw.¡± Edith cleared her throat and continued, ¡°Of course, the number of the demons might be assumed a little high, but there is no certainty about that. Judging from the enemies¡¯ urgent action, I¡¯m afraid they won¡¯t give up the outpost so easily.¡± Roland was amused. ¡°The assumption of the high number of the enemies seems tolerable. But who the hell bring up the idea of a fire in the forest?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Knight Morning Light,¡± Edith said imperturbably. ¡°But after the analysis, we believe it¡¯s possible if the war lasts long enough for the demons to notice something wrong in the Misty Forest.¡± Roland had been ready to see any result, but he was still depressed by such an adverse inference. ¡°What about the second plan? Don¡¯t tell me you came to the same conclusion. Are you busy all night for a negative answer?¡± Roland also knew that if he wanted to rival the demons on the Fertile Plains, he needed to face the limit of the land transportation sooner or later. He would not bother to build a railway so hastily if he could quickly send the ammunition and the food to the soldiers at the front. ¡°No, Your Majesty.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region chuckled. ¡°The second plan is different. Since we can¡¯t guarantee the safety of the supply line, we just let it disappear.¡± Chapter 962 Chapter 962: The Invisible Supply Line Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Oh?¡± Roland asked, raising his eyebrows. ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°Since the Taquila devouring worm can tunnel through the mountains of the Impassable Mountain Range, they can also be used to open up a passage under the Barbarian Lands,¡± Edith said, as she held up two fingers. ¡°Two worms working in parallel will be able to create a passage wide enough to allow a wagon to pass through it. I¡¯ve already asked Minister Karl about it. The result he arrived at is that the unstable structure of the mud lands may make it impossible for us to open up a space that can accommodate an underground palace, like the one in the Third Border Town, but if we go deep enough, we should be able to open up a passable tunnel.¡± ¡°How do we go about it?¡± ¡°The construction work should start within the main camp of the First Army. The entrance to the passage can be a shaft heading underground from the center of the camp, covered by a tent and disguised as an ordinary structure.¡± ¡°What are we going to do with the passage after we retreat?¡± ¡°We seal the shaft and cover it with soil, leaving behind only a vent to maintain air circulation.¡± ¡°How long the construction will take us?¡± ¡°It¡¯s expected to take two weeks more than the time needed to march the army to the combat zone. In fact, considering possible harassment from the demons, it¡¯s reasonable to assume we¡¯ll march slower. In this way, the greatest disadvantage of the First Army can be bypassed as well, as the army will appear in the shape of a fist, while the logistics tail behind it will be hidden. This ¡®fist¡¯ would instantly attract all their attention.¡± Roland could not help curling his mouth into a smile. It seemed that after a long night of consideration, this plan had already matured quite well. ¡°Were you the one who proposed this idea?¡± ¡°Kind of,¡± Edith admitted honestly. ¡°But it was a result of the cooperation between many departments. In addition to the Ministry of Construction, the Arithmetic Academy also joined in, though they weren¡¯t aware of the details of the second plan.¡± Roland wanted to praise Edith as being well-deserved of her reputation as the Pearl of the Northern Region. The most valuable point of this plan was not thinking the novelty of the idea itself but how she had exploited all the resources and tools available to refine the idea. Ordinary people would never have taken the monster-like worm into account. Also, the Arithmetic Academy had just been established for less than a year and, apart from the star observation, it had only been working on the tasks given by Roland. But she had already been trying to use the more professional personnel from this new department to perform the calculations and statistics for the underground passage. It was gratifying to find someone had such accommodating views and extraordinary foresight. In addition, somehow he had a faint illusion that the Edith in front of him seemed more remarkable than before, as if he had uncovered a deeper layer of her talents. ¡°Nice work,¡± Roland encouraged. ¡°Just follow this plan.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Edith paused. ¡°But there¡¯s one more thing I need to point out. Even if we adopt the second plan, casualties will still be unavoidable. Moreover, it won¡¯t be an easier battle than the one against the church at Coldwind Ridge. After all, the demons have the initiative this time, so before the First Army reaches the destination, they won¡¯t be able to set up stations and blockhouses to defend themselves as they did before.¡± ¡°So, are you inclined to halt the troops and bide our time?¡± ¡°No, I intend to crack this nut, no matter how hard it is,¡± she said slowly. ¡°If the Battle of Divine Will is as cruel as the Taquila witches have said, it¡¯s absolutely necessary for the First Army to experience a trial of blood and fire before that war. It¡¯s only you who, I always think, cares so much about the soldiers¡¯ lives that you have to think twice before taking every step. Now that our new enemies, the demons, are unknown to all of us, and also possess inhuman abilities, so please be prepared for some casualties.¡± ¡°This feels a little weird¡­¡± Roland thought. In the past, Edith was unlikely to say such words to her superiors, for her words would definitely have been viewed as an insult. Edith was too clever to make such a simple mistake at this level. ¡°Is it a backlash triggered by my reprimanding her last time?¡± ¡°But who cares?¡± ¡°As long as she serves me well, the rest is irrelevant.¡± ¡°I see. You may take your leave,¡± Roland said. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± When Edith withdrew, Nightingale showed up looking discontent. ¡°How could a lord be wrong to care about his men? She obviously crossed the line!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think she¡¯s wrong.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Everyone has the right to their own beliefs. A wise leader must listen to all the different points of view in order to make a right decision.¡± However, Roland disagreed in his heart. He had to think twice and take all aspects into consideration because he could not bear any losses at present. His soldiers were not a rabble of mercenaries and serfs. Almost all of them were literate. Some officers even understood charts and were able to make reports. He would take any action to reduce casualties. Just as Nightingale was about to say more, the Sigil of Listening hanging across her chest suddenly glowed. Roland¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He asked, ¡°Is there some new movement from the demons?¡± The communication was short. Almost right after Roland asked out loud, Nightingale gave her answer, her hand still pressed onto the sigil on her chest, ¡°No, it¡¯s good news. The third batch of the witches from Sleeping Island, led by Lady Camilla Dary, will arrive at Neverwinter tomorrow evening.¡± ¡°It was Tilly who sent the news¡­¡± Roland felt relieved. ¡°Go and tell Wendy to welcome them in the same way did the last two batches.¡± These witches would be the last batch to move in, which accounted for almost half of the total witches of Sleeping Island. Now that Neverwinter had built the framework of Sleeping Spell, Roland could rest assured that Wendy would be able to take care of everything, including counting all the witches¡¯ abilities and recruiting them. For the rest of the witches, he believed that they would sooner or later accept the fact that the Kingdom of Graycastle was different from the one they remembered. ¡°No problem.¡± Nightingale seemed to have already forgotten Edith¡¯s words. As she was about to enter the misty world, Roland suddenly stopped her. ¡°Hang on¡­ Did you say that it was Camilla Dary leading the witches? The one who is preparing to go to the Sealine with Joan?¡± ¡°Yes, what¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°Let me see¡­¡± Roland pondered for a moment. ¡°The scenario Edith presented assumed that the demons always had the initiative. But maybe I can reduce their range of vision.¡± ¡°Ugh, are these two things correlated?¡± Nightingale asked in a state of confusion. ¡°I¡¯m not sure, but I have to try,¡± Roland said with great interest. ¡°I need to talk to Camilla personally when she arrives.¡± *************** As the boat sailed along the Redwater River into the Western Region, the fields on both sides of the river turned yellowish-brown, a color of harvested straw mixed with soil. Judging from the high piles of straw, this year must have been another bumper year. Standing at the bow of the ship, Andrea gulped the refreshing air of autumn. It mingled with a unique smell of the sun-baked farmland, giving her an inexplicable feeling of relaxation and contentment. She did not know whether it was the lingering charm of the harvest or her anticipation of finally coming home. Maybe both. ¡°Don¡¯t¡­ they collect the straw?¡± A curious voice suddenly came from behind. ¡°They make good kindling.¡± Andrea turned around and saw that it was a God¡¯s Punishment Witch who was speaking. Her name was Carol, if she remembered correctly. ¡°You know about it?¡± Andrea had asked her father about the straw when she had been a little girl. She had wondered why the farmers collected, baled, and piled the straw up after cropping the wheat. Her father told her that they had done it for the sake of living. He had said, ¡°They don¡¯t have enough money to buy firewood, so they have to collect anything that can make be burnt to keep them warm against the cold winter winds. The straw is a very good fuel, flammable and accessible, which is also preferred by many nobles who often use it to start a fire. When the people are short of clothes, they often use the straw as quilts. Although it produces thick smoke when it burns and pricks your skin when you sleep on it, it keeps the people from freezing to death. You may think the straw is useless, but for those who need it, it¡¯s as integral to their lives as the ear of wheat.¡± Chapter 963 Chapter 963: The Ultimate Form of a Gun Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At that time, she did not understand the question. It was only after she was exiled from the City of Glow and experienced those days without shelter and food during the escape that she began to realize the heavy burden of ¡°life¡±. However, Andrea did not expect to hear this question again from a Taquila survivor. ¡°Why shouldn¡¯t I know about it?¡± Carol asked, winking and smiling at her. ¡°No, I didn¡¯t mean that¡­¡± Andrea was a bit embarrassed and answered, ¡°I thought you ancient witches never had to pay any attention to these matters.¡± ¡°Because the common people took care of everything?¡± Carol asked, leaning on the railing, ¡°In fact, I was never very different from those common people.¡± Andrea was a little surprised and asked, ¡°How could that be true?¡± ¡°Although there is a fundamental difference between a witch and a common person, how could the Union spare too much energy for a weak non-combat witch? Unlike Phyllis, my ability and magic power were of the lowest rank after awakening, so I was almost forgotten by the Union during the latter part of the war.¡± She looked at the waves as if she was recalling the past days. ¡°During the days when I lost the allowance, I lived with a group of common people. After the city was invaded, I also relied on them to persist right up till the very last moment.¡± ¡°But in the battle in the Kingdom of Dawn, your abilities were completely unlike those of a non-combat witch¡­¡± Even Ashes the Extraordinary would not have been able to defeat her. ¡°Training for hundreds of years is enough to change everything,¡± said Carol, opening her hand and clenching it slowly. ¡°In fact, when compared to those previous companions, I even feel a little fortunate that I¡¯ve become a God¡¯s Punishment Witch. At least I¡¯ve become stronger now. I¡¯m no longer ignored, and I¡¯m able to do something for everyone. Since we met His Majesty, it¡¯s also been a new kind of reward.¡± Andrea suddenly realized that she might not have started talking to her for no reason. She asked, ¡°Why¡­ do you tell me these things?¡± Carol looked up and answered, ¡°Because I envy you.¡± Andrea was stunned and stared blankly at her. ¡°With your ability, even in the days of the Union, you would have been an excellent combat witch. Since you were able to have a High Awakening at such a young age, you could have become one of Taquila¡¯s superiors.¡±, The God¡¯s Punishment Witch said lightly, ¡°Did you know? At that time, my greatest wish was to join the Blessed Army and get a blessing from Lady Natalia before a battle. You could achieve it easily. Now I¡¯ve lost the possibility to become stronger. On the contrary, you¡¯re still far from your limits.¡± Carol paused and said, ¡°The stronger you are, the more challenges you¡¯ll meet and the more setbacks you¡¯ll encounter. But don¡¯t forget, no matter how much hardship you experience, you¡¯re already enviable.¡± Hearing that, Andrea suddenly understood. She was comforting her. After her father¡¯s belated apology and the farewell to her childhood playmates, she had been feeling down for quite some time. It was only as she was getting closer and closer to Her Royal Highness that her mood gradually improved. Apparently, the God¡¯s Punishment Witch had noticed this and chose to share her past experiences with her at this time. That was right. These kinds of twists and turns were nothing to a Taquila survivor. As a witch, what she blessings she still had were far more than what she had lost. ¡°Thanks,¡± whispered Andrea, after being silent for a moment. Carol shook her head and replied, ¡°I just told the truth.¡± Then she stood up and walked back toward the cabin. ¡°By the way, about what you just asked,¡± Andrea said loudly towards her back, ¡°They bury the straw as fertilizer. After all, they don¡¯t need it for a fire in Neverwinter now.¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Witch did not look back, but made a gesture of ¡°I understand¡±. Andrea also could not help raising her lips. She turned back to face the direction of Neverwinter, her heart full of expectation. I wonder what Her Highness is doing right now? Ashes must make sure she stays next to her. Needless to say, Shavi must be missing me. When I go back, I¡¯ll absolutely play cards overnight with her. And when I traveled with Lorgar last time, Maggie helped to inform us of our journey in advance. At this moment she must be in the wastelands with Lightning, watching the demons¡¯ every move. ¡°Coo!¡± A chirp came in the sky. ¡°Uh¡­ Is this an illusion?¡± She seemed to have heard Maggie¡¯s cry. As soon as Andrea looked up, she saw a fat pigeon descend from the sky and head straight for her face. It¡¯s her indeed! She could not find another pigeon heavier than Maggie. ¡°Ahem, you¡¯ve become heavier!¡± Andrea pulled the pigeon down and spat the feather out of her mouth, ¡°What about the demons in the northwest? Don¡¯t tell me that you¡¯re slacking off again!¡± ¡°Definitely not, coo!¡± Maggie argued, ¡°It was His Majesty that told me to pick you up, coo!¡± ¡°But I¡¯m coming soon¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know either, but I¡¯m absolutely not in the middle of nowhere, coo,¡± said Maggie as she landed on the deck and turned into a Devilbeast. The ship immediately sank by a meter. ¡°Hurry up. They¡¯re waiting for you, coo!¡± For fear that the ship would soon turn upside down, Andrea immediately climbed onto her back and asked, ¡°Wait¡­ who¡­ are ¡®they¡¯?¡± ¡°Countess Spear and Miss Camilla, coo!¡± Maggie spread her wings and carried her toward Neverwinter. ¡­ They were not waiting for her in the Witch Building or Roland¡¯s castle. An hour later, Andrea was directly brought to the outside of the boundary wall by Maggie. Besides Spear Passi and Camilla Dary, Anna, Sylvie, Lightning, Summer, and some other witches were also waiting for her on the grassland. Roland was naturally there, as well. ¡°So you let her pick me up just to test a new weapon?¡± Andrea could not help holding her forehead after listening to the explanation. ¡°Even if she hadn¡¯t come, I would have arrived at the inland river pier by tonight.¡± ¡°But we can¡¯t afford to be delayed for a day,¡± said Roland, simply telling her the news about the demons¡¯ strange move. ¡°The First Army will start off tomorrow. Before it arrives at the entrance to the tunnel, the weapon specially made for you must be adjusted to a usable state.¡± ¡°Is that so¡­¡± Andrea slightly frowned. The demons¡¯ actions always gave her a feeling of unease. There was still a while before the appearance of the Bloody Moon, so the demons seemed to be far too active right now. Anyway, they would have to attach great importance to any movement of the demons. The overnight card playing plans had to be temporarily postponed. She replied, ¡°Got it.¡± She turned to look at a peculiar ¡°gun¡± among the crowd. It was strange to describe it as a gun, as it was far too large. The barrel was as long as an adult. It did not seem to be the type of weapon which could be carried by an individual while marching and fighting. It was only possible for Ashes to move around with it. ¡°What kind of weapon is this?¡± ¡°Anti-armor¡­ No, you can call it an anti-Devilbeast sniper rifle,¡± Roland replied. Chapter 964 Chapter 964: Birth Translator: TransN Editor: TransN According to Sylvie¡¯s observations, the reconnaissance team of the demons was usually made up of two Mad Demons and three Devilbeasts. They would patrol a set region back and forth at fixed intervals to cover a broad surveillance area with overlapping regions between the teams. It was like the ¡°Wall of Eagles¡± in modern times. Owing to the excellent field of vision of the flying demons, if the First Army were to enter the detection area, they would instantly be discovered. Roland intended to create a no-fly zone in the air, a blind zone of vision for the demons. It was certain that there was neither any kind of radar system nor any instantaneous long-distance communication technology for the Mad Demons. As long as they did not blow the horn, the disappearance of a patrol team would not draw any attention. The Devilbeasts that were responsible for delivering the Red Mist cans could enhance the patrol range of the team, but this increased range would also delay the feedback of information. It was possible that the enemies would not notice the death of the Devilbeasts until the time they were supposed to return to their nests in the evening. Even then, it would not be easy for the demons to locate the attacker immediately as the sniper team would attack from outside of their range of vision, not to mention that the patrol teams could not act at night, while the First Army could. As long as the blind zone in their surveillance network was reasonably arranged, it would gain time for the First Army and weaken the opponents¡¯ mobility. Roland did not expect this strategy to completely block the opponents, but even a delay of two or three days would be a great help to the army. After all, the sooner they arrived at the shelling site, the greater the chance they would have. The anti-Devilbeast sniper rifle was the product which would realize this hope. In fact, it could barely still be called a gun. To ensure the long-range lethality and ballistic stability, its caliber was set at 20 millimeters, which was the demarcation point between a gun and a cannon. As for why it was not designed to be larger, it was because Andrea¡¯s ability had a distinctive feature¡ªit needed to be held and fired by hand. This point had been tested during the artillery training. Once she let go of the barrel, even if she gave oral instructions, the soldiers could still not adjust to operating the weapon. What about opening fire in spite of the recoil of the cannon? Tilly would be furious! It was too awkward to call it a sniper cannon, so Roland decided to keep calling it a gun. The new weapon itself did not employ much new technology. Its structure was much simpler than the Mark I type HMG, with an air guide backseat, semi-automatic shooting, bullet clip¡­ The only extra part was a muzzle brake that was used to reduce the recoil, which had already been applied in the main artillery of the shallow water gunboats. It only took two days to make it. One and a half days were spent just on selecting the materials and post-processing. Lucia created the alloy, Anna shaped it, Candle consolidated the shape and then Doris demonified it¡­ This weapon was created together by several witches and could be regarded as a legendary product. In addition to its materials and processing technique, the gun barrel would not be deformed even under high-temperature gas and enormous pressure, which was also a key factor to ensure continuous and accurate shooting. ¡°Is this a sniper rifle?¡± Andrea looked at it for a moment and noticed something unusual. ¡°Where is its aiming scope?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t have one,¡± Roland shrugged and said. ¡°Doesn¡¯t have one?¡± She was stunned, ¡°I can¡¯t hit a target I can¡¯t see.¡± ¡°An ordinary scope wouldn¡¯t help with the range we want, so three more people are here to help you,¡± said Roland, looking at Sylvie, Spear, and Camilla who were standing by his side. ¡°Do you mean¡­ to let Ms. Camilla connect me with Sylvie to aim, and have Countess Spear take charge of replenishing our magic power?¡± Andrea finally understood what Maggie¡¯s words ¡°They¡¯re waiting for you¡± meant. ¡°Although I don¡¯t want to leave Fallen Dragon Ridge at all¡­ ah, a-choo¡­ Since Your Majesty was so kind to send an invitation to me, I can¡¯t say no.¡± Countess Spear said with pretend reluctance, ¡°But next time I wish to be informed earlier rather than let Miss Maggie bring me here by flight. I¡¯m old and not strong enough. I¡¯m still sick because of the cold wind.¡± Roland silently rolled his eyes. She had already drunk Lily¡¯s Cleansing Water and asked for the next batch of students trained by City Hall, but she behaved as if it was unpaid labor. After all, she had been an experienced politician for many years, and she was used to complaining about being hard up. Camilla¡¯s response was much simpler, ¡°Her Highness hopes for me to do my best.¡± ¡°But I¡¯m not sure if my ability will still be effective under the Eye of Magic.¡± Andrea had never considered a similar issue before because the range of stones and bows was much lower than the limit of her visual range. ¡°So it¡¯s necessary to test it,¡± said Roland. ¡°Then¡­ let¡¯s start.¡± *************** Carter Lannis nervously paced back and forth outside the bedroom. There were few days in his life where he had felt so disturbed. In retrospect, except for that moment when His Majesty approached the witch Anna without any defenses, he had never been as nervous as he was now. May, his wife, was about to give birth. ¡°As she said, ¡®Her status is as high as His Majesty¡¯s¡¯,¡± Carter joked at himself. ¡°Have some courage. Be a man. Look what you have become. She¡¯s just giving birth to a child. Miss Nana and Lily are both here, and several nurses have also come from the hospital. Everything will be okay. Even if she has difficulty, they can cut her belly open to take the child out and keep both of their lives.¡± But this idea had just come out for a moment when he began to doubt it. ¡°Can they really cut someone¡¯s belly to help her give birth to a child? No, no, no, that¡¯s too horrible. I hope it¡¯s the normal way.¡± Bastard, how dare you doubt the knowledge of His Majesty! But¡­ I ¡®ve never heard of anyone being born like that. These two voices were arguing in the chief knight¡¯s mind and made him feel like his head was splitting into two. ¡°Rest assured, Sir,¡± said Irene, ¡°Sister May will surely be okay, because¡­ she¡¯s the toughest person I¡¯ve ever seen.¡± The other members of Star Flower Troupe who had come to visit also nodded. ¡°Thank you,¡± Carter said, but his worries were not abated at all. He felt sweat flow down his forehead. All of a sudden, he heard a storm of cheers outside the window. He went to the window and saw numerous people cheering for a troop who were dressed in the new style of military uniforms and were walking slowly over the street toward the frontier wall. The brown and green fabrics seemed disorganized but presented a sense of solidness, like a rock. The whole army was like a flowing chunk of land. ¡°Does the army start off today?¡± Carter could not help asking. ¡°Yes, my husband is there, too,¡± said Irene, smiling with some reluctance but full of pride. ¡°He¡¯s been looking forward to this battle for vengeance for a long time.¡± ¡°Vengeance?¡± He echoed unconsciously. ¡°Yes! To comfort those who were killed by the demons! He told me so.¡± The once famous knight was now fighting for those ordinary people; the ideal country that His Majesty mentioned in the past was now becoming reality bit by bit. He was supposed to be one of them and should have been the first one to fight for His Majesty. Somehow, he was getting farther and farther away from them. For a moment, the annoyance replaced the dispute in his mind, and his attention temporarily wandered. Until a tender cry came from the bedroom. Suddenly, all thoughts faded away. The body responded faster than the brain. Before he knew it, he had already pushed open the door and rushed to the bed. A baby with wrinkled skin was crying over the pillow next to May, while nurses were cleaning up in an orderly manner. ¡°Congratulations, my lord. It¡¯s a very healthy boy,¡± someone laughed. ¡°Is¡­ is it?¡± Carter moved to the bed step by step and kneeled on one knee, staring at May who had sweat all over her head in the candlelight. For a moment, he forgot what he wanted to say. The long-lasting cheers from outside mixed with the child¡¯s cries, like a chorus to celebrate the new life. May opened her mouth and tried to say something, but she was too weak to utter any words. But Carter still understood what she wanted to say. In that moment, tears poured out of his eyes. ¡°Now, you¡¯re a father,¡± she had said. Chapter 965 Chapter 965: Secret in the Forest Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It was in the hinterland of the Misty Forest, northwest of Neverwinter. Snaketooth felt that ever since he had joined the railway construction team one and a half months ago, these days had become the most incredible period of his life. ¡°No¡­¡± He thought, ¡°It¡¯s not appropriate to describe it as the most incredible. From time to time, I can always see something incredible. It seems that I have never really had a chance to know about the real Neverwinter.¡± He finally understood why the workers had to sign a confidentiality agreement. The agreement required them not to share what they saw with anyone. Any kind of oral or written record would be regarded as a crime against the laws of the kingdom, and the punishment ranged from fines and confiscation of income to forced labor in the North Slope Mine. The agreement also stressed that they could quit from the construction team if they were unwilling to comply with the requirements. However, if they dared to violate it, the Security Bureau of the kingdom was responsible for checking them, and no one could escape from the ubiquitous supervision. Snaketooth had once thought with disapproval, ¡°It¡¯s possible to check all written records, but how could they police oral records as well? If they arrest anyone who is reported, then the project won¡¯t have enough people to be implemented anymore.¡± However, he had a completely different view now. It was beyond his imagination how many secrets there were in Neverwinter. Maybe in some place which most people did not know about, there was a surging and amazing power. What he was most impressed by were the witches. Though Paper was also a witch, in his eyes she was just a little girl who needed his protection. The church claimed that the witches were evil as they inherited the power of the devil, but he did not care about that. If the witches were really so powerful, why would they be chased by the church and not dare to show up in public? But this idea was changed by a witch called Lady Leaf. Snaketooth never imagined that anyone could control the entire forest on her own. The Misty Forest which the construction team entered was like the belly of a huge beast. This was especially obvious when they were paving the railway. The vines formed an endless network at the top of the roadbed. The iron tracks were wrapped and dragged forward to the appointed place by the vines and then fell to the ground like grapes in a vineyard. Wherever the railway was being laid, the trees on both sides would separate themselves, which even saved them the effort of cutting down the trees. At the same time, the surrounding trees would grow especially densely, covering the entire sky so as not to attract the demons¡¯ attention. In addition, the forest could take the initiative to attack the beasts approaching the construction team. If they got a bowl of fresh meat soup someday, that meant an unfortunate beast ran into the domain of Lady Leaf. Snaketooth had once seen her, but he could not be sure whether Lady Leaf was still human. Her body glowed with a strange green radiance which resembled a gem. When she moved, she could walk freely among the branches as if she had no real body. If it had been the him from the past, he would surely have screamed loudly. With such ghostly deeds and an incredible appearance, it was not surprising that she would be regarded as one of the Devil¡¯s minions. His only thought was that Paper was lucky to not look like that. However, Snaketooth did not hate her, and instead even had sincere respect for her, as His Majesty had mentioned at the Awards and Honor Ceremony that he was able to feed everyone in Neverwinter thanks to Leaf¡¯s help. Anyone freed from hunger and suffering was a beneficiary of her ability. By this merit alone, Leaf should forever be remembered. Snaketooth was naturally one of the beneficiaries. Apart from the witch, another discovery probably was his own personal secret. It was after the First Army entered the Misty Forest. Ever since the demons had attacked Neverwinter, the voices demanding a counterattack had become more and more fierce. Even in the Wild, the workers were also discussing this issue. He was not surprised that this day had come. Every day a large number of soldiers marched to the front. Apparently, His Majesty intended to wage a war against the demons. Unlike the knights he had seen before, the soldiers were mostly acquaintances and neighbors of the workers. Whenever the army passed by, the workers would always greet them with enthusiasm. He had thought paving the railway away from the border would be dangerous and lonely hard labor, but it turned out to be the opposite. Snaketooth did not have too many acquaintances, so he preferred to go and observe the train alone, and he even climbed up and touched it when it stopped. However, what he had experienced two weeks ago was horrifying. It was a locomotive dragging six carriages, which stopped in the section where he was participating in the construction, the latest section of the railway. There were two gigantic objects piled on the topless flatcar. Each of them was over 20 meters in length and covered with a layer of canvas. He had no idea what they were. This was originally normal. If the goods delivered had nothing to do with the construction team, it must have been military supplies, and he did not want to find out what it was. However, he had an upset stomach that night and had to run out of his tent at midnight. While he was looking for somewhere to empty the bowels, he was shocked to see the canvas creeping up by itself! After several warriors who dressed distinctively different from the First Army soldiers untied the ropes fixing the canvas, a huge mollusk monster crept out of it! What was more horrifying, the monster could speak, and its voice was quite pretty! Its first words were: ¡°I¡¯m hungry! Do you have any food?¡± At that moment, Snaketooth felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He could almost imagine the cold reply of the warriors, ¡°Ah, yes, all the workers in this camp are your food. Enjoy yourself.¡± But this did not happen. The warriors embraced it affectionately and then moved ham, vegetables, and bread from the last carriage¡­ They were all packed in barrels as tall as a man. The two worms gobbled up the food in a hurry and then disappeared into the depths of the forest with the warriors. Snaketooth did not dare to breathe. He hid behind the trees until the footsteps faded away. Once he confirmed that they had left, he looked down to find that he had wet his pants¡­ Within two days, a strange station was built next to the track. It was an arched building made of cement and bricks, and inside it was a deep and bottomless hole. Though the workers walked in and out of it, no one knew where it led to. There were several steam engines beside the hole, constantly blowing wind inside. It was really weird. He also firmly hid this secret in his heart. Snaketooth had thought that he would be afraid and want to quit from the railway construction team. In reality though, he recovered faster than he had imagined. ¡°This is an exciting life! This is the real image of Neverwinter!¡± When he had just left his friends and arrived in the forest, he always felt that he was like a rootless piece of duckweed, not attached to anyone. Especially when the workers received letters from their families and happily shared them with him, loneliness haunted him. But he was gradually attracted by various novel things, such as the perfectly connected tracks, the beautiful songs in the forest, the huge desert wolf which appeared and disappeared secretly but would not be attacked by Lady Leaf, and the mysterious man who came here and whispered to himself on certain days¡­ This made him feel that he was a little closer to the unknown side of Neverwinter, and also gradually integrating with the city. Snaketooth wanted to keep all these things in mind and wait for the day that he could tell his friends. There was no better proof of being a citizen than knowing the depths of a city. Even if he did not have so many familiar neighbors, no one could deny this. The duration of the confidentiality agreement was five years. He was looking forward to that day. Chapter 966 Chapter 966: Operation Summit Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two weeks after the counterattack plan, named ¡°Operation Summit¡±, was launched Roland received a report from Lightning, who was scouting on the front line. The battalions of the First Army had successfully completed the first step of the program and joined forces at ¡°Forest No. 2+1.76¡± of the Misty Forest. He borrowed the naming system of the turning points from the railway mileage identification method. The first half was the planned sectional station and the second half was the revised distance. That was to say, the turning point was located 1.76 kilometers ahead of Station No. 2 of the Forest Railway. The advantage of this method was that Roland could accurately see the military¡¯s route on the big map. It was also the end of the current tracks. From here, the First Army would begin the second step of the plan¡ªto leave the Misty Forest and march toward the northeastern direction of the Barbarian Lands without cover from Leaf. Whether they could destroy the demons¡¯ outpost depended on this step. As long as the Longsong Cannons and machine guns were set up, they could return to their tried and tested battle tactics from their training and previous encounters. ¡°I got it,¡± Roland said, making a mark on the map. ¡°How about the demons? Is there any sign of a response from them?¡± Lightning¡¯s reply rustled through the Sigil of Listening, ¡°Sylvie said that they haven¡¯t made any kind of response. They¡¯re still concentrating on building their own outposts, and have set up several black stone pillars. In addition, the red mist supply line has appeared behind the outposts. The Adviser Department¡¯s judgment is that the number of those long-legged monsters is limited.¡± This was good news, as Agatha had once stated that the only thing that limited the demons from overthrowing the humans was the Red Mist. If they had found a way around this restriction by the third Battle of Divine Will, it would spell bad news for everyone. For example, the mobility of the flying Devilbeasts and the horrifying fighting capacity of the Senior Demons would make the long border of the four kingdoms impossible to defend. Roland now knew that the stone pillars at the outpost were different from the legendary Blackstone Pagoda, though they had much in common. The former could only store Red Mist and slowly release it to form a special mist environment for the demons to absorb. Within this environment, the demons¡¯ strength and self-healing abilities would be enhanced. In other words, it assisted the demons in battle. The stone pillar could double the effect of the Red Mist; however, it could only consume reserves of it. On the other hand, the original Blackstone Pagoda could generate the Red Mist and also had much broader coverage, so it basically formed the core of the demons¡¯ main cities. In addition, the stone pillar could not begin working as soon as it was planted. It had to be cultivated for about a month after being planted before it could release Red Mist. Until then it could only be used as an enlarged Red Mist can. Sylvie¡¯s observations made him more confident about his judgment. No one wanted to see their enemies come back again after being driven away for a few days. It would be worse if they could recover and bring a bunch of reinforcements. At the current rate of railway construction, the First Army should be able to launch an attack on any new outpost before the stone pillars begin functioning at full capacity. ¡°In that case, keep up the scouting and let me know if you find something new. Remember that safety should always be the first priority.¡± ¡°Roger that. Lightning out.¡± Then the light of the Sigil of Listening went out. Roland picked up a ruler and measured the distance on the map. The First Army was supposed to enter the demons¡¯ reconnaissance perimeter in six days, by the beginning of late autumn. Even for the army that was accustomed to fighting on the ground, this would be a tough challenge. ¡°Why are you worried?¡± Nightingale put away the Sigil and asked, ¡°Weren¡¯t the results of the new weapon¡¯s tests pretty good?¡± ¡°In the end, that was just a test. No one can know what will happen in a war before it has even begun,¡± Roland shrugged and said, ¡°Not to mention that Sylvie will be occupied with the fight in the air, so the First Army has to depend on themselves to set up and maintain the defensive line.¡± ¡°It¡¯s already pretty incredible that Andrea could consistently hit a balloon five kilometers away. She won¡¯t let us down as long as she has that weapon,¡± Nightingale smiled and said, ¡°Though Sylvie won¡¯t be available to keep a lookout for the army, Lightning and Maggie are still there. Hasn¡¯t the First Army experienced a scenario like this before?¡± Roland raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, ¡°When did you learn to comfort others?¡± ¡°I¡¯m just being honest,¡± Nightingale whistled and said, ¡°Of course, I¡¯m also good at persuading people. I remember that every single noble I ever visited agreed with what I had to say.¡± Uh¡­ that¡¯s just because of direct intimidation. ¡°Ahem, I guess you¡¯re right,¡± Roland said, twitching his lips, ¡°I¡¯m going to have a nap in my office. Don¡¯t wake me up unless there¡¯s some urgent news.¡± Nightingale seemed to realize that something was unusual and asked, ¡°Right here? Should I inform the Taquila witches?¡± ¡°No,¡± said Roland, ¡°Don¡¯t even allow them to be near the castle.¡± ¡°I see,¡± she understood and said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll make sure no one walks into the range of the light beam.¡± ¡­ Roland rarely napped, unless he was particularly tired or for a special reason. For example, this time was a special reason. It had been a month since the last time he talked with Garcia in the Dream World. Now she had returned from her Headquarters. She had promised that she would bring back the book that was written half a century ago which first mentioned the Battle of Divine Will. For some reason, Roland felt it better to not let the Taquila survivors know about it for the moment. He had considered it for a long time. No matter what he found in the book, he would probably be able to remain calm, while those witches who regarded the Divine Will as their ultimate fate could not. There was a battle looming on the horizon, so it would be better to not bother them with this. Entering the Dream World was more like flipping a switch in his mind now. As long as he concentrated on it, he could fall asleep within a few seconds, which saved him the trouble of tossing and turning for hours. After Zero went to school, Roland could not wait to pick up the phone. ¡°Hey? Did you get the book?¡± ¡°If I say no, would you be so disappointed that you¡¯d throw your cell phone?¡± He soon heard Garcia¡¯s familiar sarcasm, ¡°Relax, you reminded me three days ago. I¡¯m not so forgetful that I¡¯d eat my words, unlike a certain someone.¡± Roland was relieved and replied, ¡°I won¡¯t. I still need to feed my family. I can¡¯t afford to throw it.¡± ¡°Feed your family? Isn¡¯t the salary of martialist enough for you? Hey¡­ Have you gone down the wrong path somewhere?¡± ¡°What are you imagining?¡± He whispered in his heart, ¡°I¡¯m trying to feed a group of people who haven¡¯t eaten for hundreds of years.¡± He said, ¡°I have to say, even if we are acquaintances¡ª¡± ¡°Now you¡¯re going to accuse me of slander? It¡¯s a new era. Stop using this clich¨¦, okay?¡± Garcia interrupted him. Roland almost choked on hearing her words. It felt terrible being mocked about clich¨¦s by a woman from the middle ages¡­ He simply asked, ¡°All right, so where¡¯s the book?¡± ¡°Of course, it¡¯s in my apartment. Come and get it.¡± She replied. Chapter 967 Chapter 967: The Dreamland Book Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Garcia walked into the main hall of room No. 0827, looking as if she had just taken a bath. Her morning tracksuit was now replaced by a red and white martial arts robe. Her cheeks were still flushed from the heat of the hot water; her beauty due to the Wimbledon family genes and her silky wet shoulder length hair made her a real sight to behold. ¡°Would you like something to drink?¡± She swayed the glass in her hand. The first time that he had come to her house, there had been a cold and distant expression on her face¡­ Well, she still hadn¡¯t changed much even after all this time. ¡°No, that¡¯s alright, thank you.¡± Roland was curious and asked,¡± Do you have a competition today?¡± ¡°Have you ever seen an athlete who had to change and get ready at home? Staying warm right before a competition is one of the most important preparations for any sport.¡± Garcia poured herself a glass of milk and sat opposite him. ¡°Even the worst sports stadiums would still have a changing room¡ªsometimes I really wonder if your common sense was also swallowed by the Erosion.¡± ¡°Haha¡­¡± Roland tried to laugh off his embarrassment and said, ¡°I thought martialists might have their own unique preparations before a match.¡± ¡°In the eyes of the public, it¡¯s no different from any other sport. The only difference might be that it¡¯s generally more exciting and the prizes are better,¡± she shrugged her shoulders and said, ¡°I¡¯m wearing this uniform because we need to take advantage of the influence of the martialists later.¡± ¡°Huh? Are you going to shoot an ad?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a protest!¡± Garcia cried out in frustration, ¡°Don¡¯t you ever read the papers? The Clover Association is going to tear down the walls around North Tube Street. If we don¡¯t do anything, that their next demolition target will end up being this tube-shaped apartment. Your home will soon be in ruins!¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Roland had almost forgotten that there was such an event going on today. ¡°Well¡­ I wish you all the best.¡± ¡°You¡ª!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never competed before and no one¡¯s ever heard of me. I¡¯m a complete newbie. I don¡¯t even own a martialist uniform.¡± Roland feigned a regretful expression and said, ¡°Even if I go, I won¡¯t be of much use.¡± ¡°We can achieve anything through our combined efforts. Don¡¯t you know that?¡± Garcia picked up a list from the coffee table and shoved it in front of Roland. ¡°Look at the people on that list. How many of them are martialists? They¡¯re all the lower-floor occupants of the tube-shaped apartment, yet they¡¯re all willing to go and protest with me! If we choose to be silent just because we¡¯re not well-known, then everyone will ignore our existence!¡± Looking at the determination in Garcia¡¯s eyes, Roland felt his motivation rise along with her words. Whether it was facing the Erosion or her daily life, this seemingly cold and indifferent girl was far more enthusiastic than most people. Is this the only place she can stay? No, with her background and abilities, she should easily be able to buy a new residence in the center of the city. She¡¯s doing this only for the sake of the other residents of this building. They¡¯re mostly ordinary people with meager salaries, there¡¯s no way they could afford to find a new apartment that has half the facilities and connectivity of this locality. He was aware that they were all just phantoms of the Dream World, and that these occupants of the tube-shaped apartment were the defeated souls captured by Zero. However, with the world progressing toward an unknown future on its own, he became doubtful about his original ideas. He could no longer distinguish between the phantom and real people. For example, he found it really hard to treat this vibrant and shining girl in front of him as an imaginary and empty shell. The longer he stayed in the Dream World, the more intense the feeling became. Anyway, she did bring back the book for him. The least he could do was accompany her as a sign of gratitude. Just as Roland was about to agree, he suddenly saw a familiar name on that list. ¡°Barolotsim¡±. That was the name of the tenant staying in apartment No. 0510. That was also the name of the only resident that was a demon. This long name was particularly eye-catching among the information of the residents that had been collected by the Taquila witches. Hence just a glance was enough to leave a deep impression on him. Roland was startled to see the name of the demon on that list, as it meant that ¡®he¡¯ would leave the tube-shaped apartment and join the residents in their protest¡ªthis could be a perfect chance to peep into his memory fragment. ¡°Ahem, I¡¯m afraid that I already have an appointment for the afternoon¡­ so I can only give you moral support.¡± He glanced away, and pretended he had not seen that name. Anyone else would have used the rights to the book as a bargaining chip. But Garcia was different. She just stood up in a fury and said, ¡°I should¡¯ve known that saying all these words to you would be a waste of my breath.¡± Then she walked into the bedroom in a huff, and soon she walked back out with an old leather red book. At first, she looked like she was going to slam the book down in front of him, but she quickly became softhearted and changed her mind. ¡°This is the book that Master often mentioned to us. Since you have it now, you may leave!¡± Roland casually opened a page and realized that there was no name of the author, but just the word ¡°Unknown¡± in its place. ¡°Doesn¡¯t anyone know who the author is?¡± ¡°Why would it be marked as unknown if the author were known?¡± Garcia replied firmly, ¡°Amongst the many books that are a part of the Association¡¯s library, this book wasn¡¯t famous due to its content, but rather because of its author. Apparently, the author died before he could finish writing the book, and the Association couldn¡¯t find any records of who he really was.¡± ¡°He died when he was writing the book?¡± Roland was stunned for a moment and wondered if it was a sudden death. He had originally wanted to sit down for a private chat with the author¡ªhalf a century was not considered long. If he was lucky, the author could still be alive. Even if he was dead, there would still be some news of him. At that time, recording cases was already part of the judicial system, and the author was even a martialist that had awakened the Force of Nature. There was something fishy going on here. ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Are you afraid?¡± Garcia laughed and said, ¡°Did it bring to mind those stories about being cursed and chased by ghosts? Don¡¯t worry, there¡¯s no evidence to prove that anyone who has read the book will die. Otherwise, I would never have recommended this book to you. But if you still don¡¯t want to read it, I won¡¯t make fun of you or tell anyone.¡± No, I¡¯m sure you will¡­ Roland grabbed the book and nodded at her. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Garcia turned her head and did not say any more. Roland went back as quickly as he could to apartment No. 0825 and locked the door. The protest would only start in the afternoon, so he still had a few hours to satisfy his curiosity. Just like Garcia had mentioned, the title of the book was called ¡°Raison d¡¯¨ºtre¡±. The cover was made of a type of red leather that could no longer be found in this era. The cover was backed by a thin layer of wood, hence it looked quite sturdy. Roland had thought that since it was related to the deities, the content would be full of spiritual stuff that he might not understand. However, once he turned the first page, he was immediately captured by the exquisite handwriting. The text was on the left while the pictures or the excerpts were on the right. At the bottom, there was numbering that matched the content accurately. It did not look like a book of premonition, but more like a rigorous derivative thesis. Those pictures had already faded and turned yellow, while the excerpts came from newspapers and magazines. In this day and age of the internet, it was already very difficult to see handwritten text and pictures made by using scissors and glue. The whole book felt old and antique, but the content was unexpectedly smooth and easy to understand. He had no problem reading it. The first sentence was, ¡°We have been deceived by the deities.¡± Chapter 968 Chapter 968: A Piece of the Mystery Unravels Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland¡¯s heart sank. This style of opening resembled the eulogies of the Union survivors¡ªthat common people would never be able to defeat the demons. Through the handwriting, he could even imagine the pessimism and despair of the writer. ¡°The world is so distorted, yet we are totally unaware of it.¡± ¡°Though we know that the Force of Nature comes from the Erosion loopholes, yet we still treat it as a gift from the deities simply because of the vast powers it gives us.¡± ¡°This granting of power lets us feel lucky to be a part of it, yet it has also blinded our eyes.¡± ¡°It is time for us to awaken.¡± ¡°Though I don¡¯t know if it is already too late.¡± A single short paragraph had already caused Roland to become quite agitated. As the creator of the Dream World, he felt that these words were implying something. Could it be that someone had realized this world was just a made-up dream and wanted to warn everyone to wake up from it? Roland could return to reality upon awakening, but where would these people end up? Regarding that paragraph about the Force of Nature, he strongly empathized with the author¡¯s thoughts. The feeling of empowerment derived from transforming into an Extraordinary was far greater than that of being a political leader. No one would want to attribute all their power to a catastrophe. Even if they knew the truth, they would not bear to lose their power and hence would not even entertain the thought of stopping the apocalypse. In the next dozens of pages, the book did not delve further into the conclusion made in the opening but changed directions¡ªquestioning why only mankind was capable of exerting the Force of Nature. The photos and extracts were all from different modern scientific experiments and archaeological findings. Their descriptions and contents were all related to the main theme of the book. ¡°There is already enough evidence to show that intelligence is not the key to awakening the Force of Nature. Throughout history, there have been Fallen Evil that were mentally retarded, as well as martialists who had their powers from the moment of their birth. Without human intelligence, we are fundamentally the same as other animals, and in fact, we are highly similar. Our genes are the same, and so are our origins, as well as our behaviors and instincts. Whether it is a frog, a snake or a lizard, the warm sunshine will treat everyone equally, so why doesn¡¯t the Force of Nature behave in the same manner?¡± ¡°Is it because humans are the lucky ones on the evolutionary path?¡± Roland suddenly came up with this idea and found that the writer seemed to have read his mind. ¡°Most people use luck as an excuse, just like the geocentric theory of the past¡ªbut in fact, the Earth is not the center of the universe. Humans are not the only species that can use the Force of Nature.¡± ¡°Through observing history, we can see that records of civilization sometimes shown a fission-like split in development that occurs in sporadic bursts. For example, in the myths that have spread to the present, the descriptions of extraordinary abilities are mostly focused on a period around 2000 years ago¡ªthis was much earlier than the anthropological records of man. It seemed as if we had a sudden awakening, and from that, we derived unbelievable strength. The number of descriptions of the enemies also increased accordingly. Whether it was demons, beasts, monsters, or aliens, they all had different shapes and forms, but they also had a common point: a common person could not defeat them, and only the awakened heroes were capable of being their worthy opponents.¡± ¡°Although there is no direct evidence, I have always believed that those alien species were not figments of the imagination that the ancients conjured up out of thin air but rather real living species. Their abilities were like ours, and that was why the mythology of that period was so vivid.¡± ¡°At this moment, the reader might think of excuses such as the ancient mosquitoes who could preserve their remains in amber, yet these alien species did not leave any remains. This excuse might sound a little far-fetched. On the other hand, it is because they disappeared without a trace despite so many mentions of them that they grab our attention, right? There are so many incredible relics in the world, many of which are buildings and monuments that were completely different from the construction styles of the people of that era. Some of these buildings were even far too advanced to be built by the people of that era. However, we have still stubbornly classified them as divergent branches of our own civilization and credited the works to the local indigenous leaders. This is a gross overestimation of the capabilities of humans.¡± ¡°In order to find more answers, I have visited each of those monuments one by one. Throughout this journey, I made some surprising discoveries¡ªalthough the aliens did not leave any bones or hair, the markings engraved on the stones have not disappeared. In a secret chamber inside a volcano¡¯s ruins, I saw the record of an alien civilization written through the various carvings on the walls.¡± As he turned to this page, Roland was convinced that this was indeed a book created in the Dream World¡ªhe had never seen the black and white photos of the ancient buildings before his transmigration, and what was even more conspicuous was that the volcanic remains that the martialist mentioned at the end looked eerily similar to the demons¡¯ Blackstone Pagoda! ¡°It was not a coincidence that they acquired the Force of Nature and then fought against humankind. This was like a meeting arranged by the deities, and they regarded defeating the adversaries as a repayment of the power bestowed upon them by the deities.¡± ¡°I know that it is hard to describe the carving with words alone, but I could feel it¡ªif humans could learn their language, then I think the most appropriate term would probably be the Battle of Divine Will.¡± What Lan was referring to¡­ came from here? Roland licked his slightly dry lips and continued reading. ¡°But this is not what I meant to focus on¡ªif this power was granted just for a single war alone, then it would have ended a long time ago. No matter what the deities were, they would have no longer have had anything to do with mankind after that war. However, some things are worse than we thought. According to the writing on the sculptures¡­ this was not the first time that they had done something like this.¡± The handwriting slowly became less tidy, as the number of ink dots and emotional words increased. It seemed as if the writer was hesitant about whether or not he should continue writing. ¡°These aliens did not live on the same planet as us from the very beginning. The outbreak of the war had brought about a drastic change in their home environment, though they were well-prepared for that change. It was not as simple as a forest degenerating into a desert, or a nomadic tribe progressing into a farming civilization step by step. Dammit, I don¡¯t know how to express this part of the concept. I can provide a less appropriate example. Such a change is like electrons jumping between energy levels in an atomic transition. Before the change, it was at a certain stable level of energy. But then, the change happened, and it immediately gained energy, directly transitioning to a higher level, with no process or intermediate stage. It was like their civilization jumped to a higher level in the blink of an eye.¡± ¡°Frankly speaking, I do not even want to imagine how many such changes they have already gone through. But now that they no longer exist, why does the Erosion and the Awakening still continue? Or does this mean that¡­ the Battle of Divine Will had never ended in the first place?¡± ¡°The more I wonder about this question, the more I feel terrified. What kind of world are we living in? Are the Fallen Evil really martialists that have been tempted by power? I feel like I have been caught up in a vortex.¡± ¡°If the answer is no, then what exactly are we facing?¡± ¡°The so-called gifts and rewards are all lies.¡± ¡°The only difference has been the change in¡ª¡± The writing stopped abruptly and left only a long line of scratches behind. It seemed as if the author had suddenly lost all his strength and let the pen fall down. ¡°¡ªDoesn¡¯t anyone know who the author is?¡± ¡°Why would it be written as unknown if the author were known? Apparently, the author died before he could finish writing the book, and the Association couldn¡¯t find any records regarding him.¡± As he recalled the previous conversation, Roland could not help but feel a chill rise from the soles of his feet. It would be unnecessary to elaborate as the book had too many parts that were filled with a strange atmosphere¡ªit was clearly recounting the Dream World, yet there was always a feeling of deja vu. He could not wait to pull out the phone and call Garcia. In any case, there were just too many questions in his mind that he needed Garcia to answer. Just then, his elbow knocked aside the book, and a red note slipped out of it. Roland was surprised for a second, after which he bent to pick it up. He saw two rows of small print. ¡°When the divine meaning appears, meet at the appointed time.¡± ¡°Rose Caf¨¦, No. 302.¡± Chapter 969 Chapter 969: Into the Abyss Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Ring¡­ ring.¡± The phone got connected while he was still in a daze. ¡°Hello? Why are you calling again?¡± The voice on the other line seemed impatient. ¡°If you have something to say, do it quickly. I¡¯m going out soon.¡± Roland shook his head and forced himself to concentrate. ¡°Ah, so¡­ I¡¯ve just read the book and its content is quite¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s quite horrifying, right?¡± Garcia seemed to have guessed his reaction. ¡°This is usually how most people behave when they see it for the first time. But since it¡¯s fictional, you will forget all about it after you¡¯ve slept.¡± ¡°Fictional?¡± Roland frowned. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°Literally.¡± Laughter could be heard on the other end of the earpiece. ¡°The Martialist Association investigated the volcanic ruins mentioned by the author, and discovered that it was engulfed by magma 200 years ago¡ªthat¡¯s an active volcano. Although it has never had a big eruption, it hasn¡¯t been completely dormant for thousands of years either. So unless he can replay the past or live for two centuries, while also being able to tolerate the high temperature and thick smoke, that author has been making stuff up.¡± Her reply really surprised him, and so he hesitated for a long time before saying, ¡°In that case¡­ he made up all the content in the book?¡± ¡°It could be true or false. Anyway, I¡¯ve never had much interest in archeology. Master once said that if wasn¡¯t for the fact that the author was wearing the martialist robes and died in the Association¡¯s library, the book wouldn¡¯t even have been kept and recorded.¡± ¡°But the association didn¡¯t know his identity¡­¡± ¡°So the author himself became more famous than the book for that reason. This could be considered an unsolved mystery of the Association. But I doubt you¡¯ll be able to solve it. According to my master, the management went through every nook and cranny of the records department, and still weren¡¯t able to discover anything.¡± Garcia said, ¡°Anyway, there¡¯re so many rumors about the book. Have you finished? I¡¯m going to hang up now.¡± ¡°Hang on, wait¡ª¡± Roland said hurriedly, ¡°After you brought the book this time¡­ did you read it again?¡± He actually wanted to ask about the note, but eventually changed his mind. ¡°I flipped through a few pages on the way back. What happened?¡± ¡°No, nothing¡­ I just wanted to ask.¡± ¡°Click.¡± The line got cut off on the other end¡ªapparently, this teasing question made Garcia lose her patience. He could even hear the door closing over at apartment No. 0827, even though they were separated by two walls. Roland could not help but sigh. If he was not direct, then this sort of question that he asked would only cause annoyance and nothing else. Firstly, only half of the book ¡°Raison d¡¯¨ºtre¡± was written, and the red note was most likely caught in the last few blank pages. There would be no guarantee that it would be noticed even if you were to read the entire book. She had also taken the shuttle when she came back from the Association. He could easily imagine that she would not have had much time to go through the book seriously during her journey back. Regardless of how Garcia answered, he would still not have been able to judge whether she had seen this note. No¡ªit was a definite no. According to Garcia¡¯s character, if she had seen it, she would certainly not be indifferent to it. So it would seem that these two sentences were either a prank of some sort or a hidden message. Roland could not help but wish that it was just a prank. The other alternative was just¡­ too absurd. Who was the note for? Was it meant for anyone who discovered it, or did it have a specific target? Rationally speaking, he was more inclined toward the latter¡ªthe book was not top-secret, and most of the martialists had already read it due to its fame. It would not be surprising if there was a reader who did not discover it, but it was very unlikely that it remained undiscovered even after so many people had read the book. So it was probable that the note was not placed in the book from the beginning, but rather it was put in there fairly recently. But it was this logic that made him feel creeped out about the whole thing. What did that imply? It meant the Dream World, this fantasy world that was envisioned by him, had been discovered by someone. This was similar to being in a dream when a person in the dream suddenly turned around and smiled slyly at you. Roland patted his cheek and tried to suppress the chill in his heart. He tried to repeatedly convince himself that there was nothing to be scared of. Although this was just speculation at the moment, even if it was true, as long as he left, this world¡¯s time would stop. Who could be in a position to threaten him? Moreover, the message on the note only implied that they would wait to be contacted instead of taking the initiative. This could help to explain some of the problems. As for the location of the Rose Caf¨¦ and what the ¡°divine meaning¡± meant, that would be best left to the Taquila witches to investigate. He did not forget that he still had other things to do next. He looked up at the wall clock and confirmed the time before taking the key that he had already prepared from his bedroom. He then locked up and went downstairs. In order to explore the memory fragments of the tube-shaped apartment, Roland had already completed a lot of preparations ever since the arrival of the Taquila witches. For example, he made duplicates of the keys to every apartment and even bought an unlocking tool online¡ªsince he was the only person who could see this ¡°non-existent''¡± Gate of Memory, if he did encounter one that was locked, he would have no choice but to roll up his sleeves and do the work himself. If it hadn¡¯t been for the expedition for the unification of Graycastle, this part of the investigation would have been completed a long time ago. Roland went down to the fifth floor and found room No. 0510 quite quickly. Most people would be taking a nap at this time. The late autumn sunshine made everyone feel lazy. The whole corridor looked quiet and serene, which was a stark contrast to the rush of traffic outside in the streets. He inserted the key into the lock and turned it gently. The door opened. A weird aroma suddenly poured into his nose and made him involuntarily hold his breath. Although the Dream World changed itself to accommodate the demon, it did not amend some of the details, such as body odor. In order to cover up their smell, the extensive use of perfume had become the last resort. Roland spent two minutes thoroughly searching the room again. Once he confirmed that there was no one, he locked the door, remove the hydraulic bolt-cutter from his backpack, and walked straight to the storage room at the end of the walkway. This iron door was one of the few that were locked. Evidence had already proven that although the world connected behind the door was mysterious, the lock of the door still couldn¡¯t withstand the forces from a tool that utilized the laws of physics. A few seconds later, the lock was silently broken into two pieces. He swallowed hard and pushed open the heavy door¡ª Roland was immediately attracted to the marvelous sight in front of his eyes. He seemed to be standing on top of a bottomless cliff. The top of the cliff was circular. It was more than 10 km in length and he almost could not see the opposite side. This peculiar terrain was encircled by an extremely magnificent lake. However, the lake was not formed of water, but dazzling Red Mist! The mist and the peak were hundreds of meters apart. If he looked down, it would look like a shining red crystal, like a thick and rich substance. If it was not for the occasional mist that rose from the bottom and ran straight up the gust of wind to form a ¡°mist pillar¡± that stood over the horizon, it would be very hard to relate that to the dirty and dark ¡°bloody fog¡±. Roland felt like he was standing on the surface of the sun and admiring the torrential solar flares, while he watched the haze that was thicker than the castle, appearing continuously and shining more brilliantly than molten steel. However, it did not radiate a hot, unforgiving heat. As the height increased, the color of the fog quickly faded, and it finally diffused into the air to form a Red Mist layer. And this was not all that he saw. Towering black stone buildings surrounded the circular cliff¡ªmost of them were tower-shaped and differed only in some minor details. As the sun was shrouded in red mist, the whole world seemed particularly dim. Only when there were gushes of red mist at the bottom of the Red Mist Lake could these black towers be faintly seen reflected in the lake. Like a dense stone forest. Chapter 970 Chapter 970: Demon City Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Is this¡­ the city of the demons?¡± Roland could not help but feel amazed. He thought the memory fragments would be connected to a certain decisive battlefield. He did not expect to have the opportunity to face the enemy¡¯s lair. However, the scene in front of him had many differences from the mirage that was seen by the Witch Cooperation Association. At least, he had taken a good look around but did not find that most prominent main tower which was the core¡ªthe giant Obelisk that was made using the mineral vein of the God¡¯s Stone and that could grow and create red Mist. After all, there were too many towers here. Some were even standing above the cliffs. Most of the towers leaned outward, just like apartments floating in the sky. How did they manage to build such a magnificent complex? And this was not the city complex that Leaf had seen, so where could that be? Or could it have been located in a more distant place¡­ for example, the rumored birthplace of the demons? Just then, Roland noticed that there was a flash of light at the sinkhole near the Red Mist Lake. Unlike the glittering mist, that seemed to be a natural burning flame. He was a bit surprised to find that the Red Mist could burn since an open fire should have been banned in the city of the demons. He decided to go down to the bottom of the pit to satisfy his curiosity¡ªjudging by the architectural style of the opening, he should be able to find the stairs leading down or a hanging basket nearby. However, Roland suddenly stopped before even walking a hundred steps as all the muscles in his body started to tense up! A team of demons actually walked out from around the corner! Judging by their appearance, they should all be Mad Demons. They had bone armors and held short spears. The two in front even wore gloves, and their burly figures almost blocked half of his path. The distance from the two of them was less than ten steps away! ¡°Wait a minute¡­ How could there be living creatures in the memory fragments?¡± He had never seen a knight from the Judgement Army nor a priest of the church when he was wandering in the Hermes Cathedral at home! This accidental encounter left Roland a bit shocked, and unsure of how to react. ¡°Should I escape?¡± He had seen the strength and precision of the Mad Demon¡¯s spear throwing skills, so running away from the enemy was undoubtedly a dead end. Charge and overthrow them? The Dream World¡¯s power was still running in his body, so his skills at the moment were stronger than those of ordinary people. However, compared with these bloodthirsty monsters, his fighting skills still remained at the level of street fighting. He could probably deal with an opponent one on one, but dealing with six Mad Demons? He felt that the odds of winning were very slim, especially against the leading Ironhand demon, as its powerful electric shock ability was definitely the nemesis of close combat. However, before he could make a decision, something astonishing happened again. The demons did not seem to realize the existence of the uninvited guest, and they walked straight past him without pausing. Roland was stunned, then subconsciously turned around to touch one of the Mad Demon¡¯s arms. His finger passed through its skin, but his fingertips did not feel anything as if he was touching a phantom. ¡°So¡­ it¡¯s like this?¡± He thoughtfully recovered his hand and bent over to touch the ground. His palm could clearly feel the dampness of the black soil eroded by the Red Mist. Roland had a faint idea of the answer. It appeared that the devoured person¡¯s resistance would determine the extent of the memory fragments, and it could also affect what would be displayed in the scene¡ªthe content saved in this memory was obviously much more than that left by Zero. If he thought along these lines, his mind naturally came up with two new doubts. One was the question of the church warrior who deliberately sacrificed himself to save Zero. To what extent could his memory be enriched? Was it impossible to talk to the dead after entering the memory fragment? And the next was Zero¡¯s level of resistance¡ªhow much hate and unwillingness did she have after being defeated by him? It was even stronger than that of the demon. Suddenly, he had an urge to go back to the house and lift the little girl up to smack her butt. Roland took a deep breath, put away his distracting thoughts and hastened his steps back to the destination. ¡­ Just as he expected, there were many ramps and stone steps leading to the pit at the edge of the circular cliff. Some of them were very spacious and did not lose to the main roads at Neverwinter. The more he walked down, the more he was impressed about the size of the Red Mist Lake. Even if the upper half of the Western Region¡¯s Great Snow Mountain was flattened, it would not be that wide. Standing on the cliff, he could not help but feel how small he was. He felt as if the whole world was far away from him, leaving only the turbulent red mist and the looming stone towers that could be seen on and off. It was hard to imagine how this sinkhole could form naturally. What was more incredible was that the demons had transformed this place to become their permanent residence. How many hundreds of years would it take to dig this deep and even leave roads for carriage access as well as coat these roads with a hard black stone layer? If this was a measure of the demon¡¯s technical level and social organizational skills, this meant they could be regarded as an extremely difficult enemy. The humans today would not be able to win by chance. If they want to win the Battle of Divine Will, the Four Kingdoms will have to give it their all. As he got closer to the flames, Roland noticed that there were more demons showing up on the roads. Not all of them were armed. Most of them wore skins or robes, and their appearance and sizes were more varied. It was hard to imagine they were all of the same species. As mentioned in Pasha¡¯s report, the Union had once captured some demons that had no magic power and were not combat trained. But it was still not certain whether they were a part of the demons or a slave tribe enslaved by the demons. However, Roland did not find any superior demons of a supervisory level around him. Their actions seemed completely spontaneous, which meant that the answer should be the former. This division seemed to be more thorough than the division between witches and normal humans. They were not only differentiated by ability, but even their form had a complete change. It was still not clear whether they were born from the same origin, or were born with different methods or parents, without a possibility of changing between the forms. ¡°Do the demons have masculine and feminine forms?¡± ¡°Or, was their reproduction completely different from that of mankind and therefore could not be generalized?¡± Armed with these thoughts, Roland finally arrived at the bottom of the sinkhole. He discovered that the source of the fire came from a bonfire¡ªhe could see a stone bridge hanging on the side of the cliff, that was connected to a circular island. Although it was an island, there was no support below, and it seemed like it was supported directly by the slender stone bridge. It looked so unstable that you would worry that it might fall at any time. The bonfire was set up around the island. When the mist soared, the top of the flame would burn brightly, as if it were echoing the roar of the mist lake. Sometimes the flame would rise up to 10 meters in height, and that was why Roland noticed the blinking below. It seemed that although the Red Mist could burn, it was not something that would burn instantly. In the vicinity, there were at least tens of thousands of demons. They densely occupied all the ramps on the rock walls, platforms, and caves. Colored pennants were flying up and down in the wild wind, and the unidentified howls almost covered the roar of the air flow in the hole. Roland blinked his eyes in shock. ¡°Were the demons¡­ carrying out a ceremony?¡± Chapter 971 - A Frightful Experience in a Demons Memory Chapter 971: A Frightful Experience in a Demon¡¯s Memory Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Hearing the prolonged blast of a horn, all the demons fell into silence simultaneously. The Red Mist which looked like a crystal a moment ago started to surge like boiling lava inside the gigantic sinkhole. Two demons stepped out of the crowd and walked on the slender stone bridge. Roland found that one of them was clearly a Mad Demon whilst the other looked like the Lord of Hell Agatha mentioned. Though the former was the biggest Mad Demon he had ever seen, it looked mediocre in front of the giant crawler shaped Lord of Hell. Neither of them wore armor, however, the relationship between them was obviously confrontational. They were pushing each other all the way to the island. Seeing this situation, the demons around the island did not show even the slightest surprise. Instead, they all seemed very excited. What¡¯re they doing? Is it a duel? Roland guessed that it was a kind of ceremonial battle which most barbarian races enjoyed. It was a duel to the death and a show of strength. The one who survived in the end would be venerated as a hero. He despised such duels. It was not because of racial prejudice, he just thought that it had no meaning except providing the audience with an exciting fighting show. Besides, it may cause the race more harm than benefit. People on Earth also enjoyed these kinds of shows long ago. The only difference was that they usually watched some slave fighting a wild animal. Thus, no matter which party died, they would not feel sad. As the only human being here, Roland did not care about the demons in the duel at all. Instead, he decided to take a closer look at this fierce battle. To the demons, he was now intangible and invisible like a ghost. Given that, he walked directly through the crowd and followed the two demons to the stone bridge. When he got onto the island which was as large as Neverwinter¡¯s square, he found that someone was already there. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the creature clearly. It seemed to be a female demon! He was not sure about this impression at first, but he could not deny that it resembled a woman in many ways. Besides, she looked quite attractive. Wait, it¡¯s not scientific at all! He became alert. ¡°How can an alien species who are completely incompatible with mankind produce an individual who¡¯s so much like a woman! It¡¯s reasonable that some of them may have evolved to walk upright since height would give predators a better view and a practical advantage in hunting. However, it¡¯s really hard to believe that this extent of similarity was purely coincidental.¡± On second thought, he believed that other people would hardly agree with him that this female demon was attractive. She had livid skin, prominent horns, an extra eye on the forehead and bony spurs all over her shoulders and arms. Different from a time traveler with wide experience like Roland, they would probably be terrified by her appearance. Before the duel, the two demons bowed to the female demon who wore a white robe before moving to either side of the island to take up their positions. They stood close to the edge of the island, facing the Red Mist Lake solemnly. The female demon walked slowly to the island¡¯s edge and began to sing a soprano. The lake vigorously rippled as if something was about to come out. Roland wondered, ¡°Maybe, it wasn¡¯t just a duel, or maybe these two demons weren¡¯t dueling at all¡­¡± Suddenly, two stout tentacles popped out of the lake. They swung respectively at the Mad Demon and the Lord of Hell. It looked like they were going to crush the demons at any minute, but surprisingly, both of the demons raised their arms as if they had willingly given up resistance. The female demon shouted out, causing the tentacles to reluctantly stop above each demon¡¯s head. They wiggled for a moment before each spitting out some mucus and a crystal gemstone. The demons used their fingers to rip open their chests before inserting the gemstones into their bodies without the slightest hesitation. Instantly, a strong light radiated from their bodies, making it difficult for Roland to open his eyes. His heart sank. ¡°Are those magic stones? Is that how the demon warriors get their supernatural power?¡± ¡°No, it can¡¯t be. Mad Demons are just common soldiers. There are thousands of them in the demon army. How could the demon city afford to hold a grand ceremony like this to convert each Mad Demon?¡± A few minutes later, the blinding light gradually subsided, revealing a shocking scene. The mighty Lord of Hell curled into a ball under tremendous pain. All the spiracles on its back opened as it continuously leaked white fog. It seemed as if its body was melting. The Mad Demon appeared to be much better compared to the Lord of Hell. Although its body also shrank after absorbing the Magic Stone, Roland believed that this was just a common side effect. Its arms and legs were not as stout as before and distinct blue veins appeared from the wound on its chest. It looked miserable, however, at least it was still able to stand. Looking at the two demons, Roland could not help thinking of the incarnation ceremony of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. ¡°Do demon warriors also need to sacrifice their lives to get magic power?¡± The next moment, the Lord of Hell issued a piercing cry. It lifted its upper body and sprang towards the female demon on the island. With a loud bang, the entire floating island trembled. Roland thought that he was going to see a crushed body under the Lord of Hell, but to his surprise, there were only a few shattered stones instead. The Lord of Hell had missed its target. It got irritated and shifted its red eyes to the Mad Demon combatively. ¡°That¡¯s it.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve understood why they acted this way.¡± ¡°A demon won¡¯t die after absorbing a Magic Stone, instead, it¡¯ll change. The Lord of Hell, who was an intelligent lifeform a moment ago, now looked more like a crawler and behaved as if it was an irrational beast.¡± The Mad Demon did not flinch at all. It fought the giant crawler fanatically! After absorbing the magic stone, it seemed to obtain a new ability along with a smaller and agiler body! The seemingly powerful four-legged crawler was forced to retreat by the Mad Demon. The hot steam it emitted could only damage a corner of the Mad Demon¡¯s garment whilst the Mad Demon¡¯s waves of black light were able to easily cut the Crawler¡¯s body. Roland could see the crawler¡¯s bones from its open wounds. In less than five minutes, the duel was drawing to an end. The Mad Demon tore off the crawler¡¯s tail. It quickly peeled the skin and flesh off the tailbone before throwing it back to the dying crawler to give a decisive blow! The bone pierced the Lord of Hell¡¯s head and killed it. The whole process was as fast as lightning. Roland who was standing by watching the whole duel, now looked grave. He noticed that the Mad Demon¡¯s arm did not wither after throwing the tailbone. The frenzied Mad Demon walked step by step to the dead crawler. It grabbed the magic stone from the Crawler¡¯s dead body and swallowed it along with the flesh and blood adhering to the surface. The audience suddenly burst into exclamation! The female demon somehow appeared on the island again before Roland realized. She seemed to raise her eyebrows in surprise. Once again, the Mad Demon revealed a painful expression as steam discharged from its nostrils and ears¡­ Roland clearly saw that it was grinning. It seemed to be enjoying this torment very much. This time, the converting process was much longer. It did not gradually recover until roughly half an hour later. Tearing off its old blister covered skin, it revealed a completely different appearance. Roland could not help gasping at its new figure. Its face now resembled a human being¡¯s. Seeing this, the audience all cheered simultaneously. ¡°Charita!¡± Roland did not know who called out this word first, but quickly, all the demons followed and repeatedly chanted together! ¡°Charita!¡± ¡°Charita!¡± ¡°Charita!¡± Hearing the reverberating roar of the demons, Roland¡¯s heart further sank. He thought of the rumor Pasha mentioned. ¡°The rumor was that, long before the beginning of the first Battle of Divine Will, someone had got in contact with the demons.¡± ¡°That person had taught knowledge to the demons, who were no different from beasts.¡± ¡°This might be the reason why Senior Demons looked more and more like humans.¡± Chapter 972 - Going to War Chapter 972: Going to War Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After leaving the Dream World, Roland still felt the cold on his back. Nightingale was bending over the desk while chewing snacks. Seeing him wake up, she instantly dashed to the couch and asked, ¡°Are you all right? Is there anything wrong in that world?¡± He felt relieved seeing the concerned look on a familiar face. It reminded him that he had already left the dreadful alien world. He exhaled and forced a smile before replying, ¡°No. I just had some new discoveries.¡± She looked at him incredulously. ¡°Really? You look pale.¡± She touched his forehead before adding, ¡°Look¡­ you¡¯re even sweating.¡± Hearing that, Roland realized that the coldness on his back was due to his sweaty shirt. ¡°You know I didn¡¯t lie. It was just a dream after all.¡± But now, he was not as confident about this statement. The Dream World had become increasingly complicated and more like a real world. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± said Nightingale. Her mouth twitched. ¡°What?¡± said Roland in surprise. ¡°I need to use my ability to discern the truth from a lie,¡± she said with her hands laid out. ¡°Now, you¡¯re not just the king of Graycastle but also the leader of the ancient witches of Taquila as well as Sleeping Spell. Even the Kingdom of Dawn is under your control. You aren¡¯t an ordinary lord anymore and will naturally have more and more secrets in the future. If I knew everything about you¡­ you wouldn¡¯t feel comfortable around me anymore¡­¡± She paused. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t like a person who could always look through, would you?¡± Nightingale turned her head away to evade his eyes. Looking at her, he could not help but chuckle. All his mental stress had disappeared. He was well aware of what she thought. Most lords did not want their followers or servants to know too much about themselves. They usually liked to adopt an ambiguous attitude and enjoyed being a little unpredictable. If a person knew the lord they served too well, they would often not meet a nice end. Though Nightingale was aware that Roland was not such a cruel lord, she was still afraid that he would alienate himself from her when his power increased. ¡°What¡¯s so funny?¡± she asked whilst feeling aggrieved. After having several bites of her dried fish, she added, ¡°I was really worried about you getting into trouble in that world.¡± ¡°Ahem.¡± Roland stopped laughing and with a straight face said, ¡°Indeed, nobody wants other people to peer into their mind, not to mention a powerful ruler.¡± He paused deliberately before continuing. ¡°But you aren¡¯t included in ¡®these other people.''¡± Roland did not want to become a real feudal king. Having read about the ups and downs of many dynasties in history, he was sure of what he really wanted presently. He needed a group of truly trustworthy people to help him accomplish this grand undertaking. ¡°What?¡± exclaimed the startled Nightingale. ¡°If you hadn¡¯t come to Border Town, I would¡¯ve been killed by the maid assassin sent by Garcia long ago,¡± explained Roland slowly. ¡°When the Battle of Divine Will starts, the situation will become even more dangerous for me. Besides, some people in the kingdom still think of me as their enemy. You¡¯re going to be very busy and I¡¯ll be heavily relying on you. How could I not treat you differently?¡± Roland found that he sometimes really liked the simple-minded people of this world. If he said this to a girl in the world he previously lived, she would probably roll her eyes and think that he was just trying to deceive her with sweet words. ¡°Besides, the most terrible lie isn¡¯t some plausible statement I may use to deceive others, but a lie I tell myself. With you around, I¡¯ll never have to worry about this problem.¡± Nightingale tilted her head and muttered, ¡°I can¡¯t stop you from deceiving yourself.¡± ¡°Of course you can. You¡¯re able to determine the credibility of a statement, aren¡¯t you? Like, 30% of a statement wasn¡¯t accurate or reliable, or alternatively, the whole statement was a downright lie.¡± ¡°Well, yes, I can do that based on the feedback from my magic power.¡± ¡°Then, when I announce a decision I¡¯m unsure of, you can confirm if it¡¯s correct regardless of how confident I appear to be. Deluding myself into making a wrong decision will do more harm than being uncertain about it. When you notice me deceiving myself, you can give me hints. This stops me from making irreversible mistakes,¡± said Roland with his hands laid out. ¡°Now do you see how important your job is?¡± ¡°In that case¡­ I¡¯ll ask you the same question again, but this time I¡¯ll use my ability,¡± said Nightingale after a moment of silence. ¡°Please,¡± said Roland as he gestured her to continue. ¡°Are you really alright?¡± asked Nightingale. ¡°So, the first thing she wants to confirm is still my safety¡­¡± Roland thought to himself. ¡°I really am fine,¡± he replied with a smile. After hearing that, Nightingale finally put her mind at ease. ¡°What are the new discoveries you mentioned?¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to tell the commanders of the united front about that now.¡± He stood up and walked to his desk, picking up the phone which linked his office to Third Border City, before announcing, ¡°I¡¯ve seen a demon¡¯s memory fragment in the Dream World.¡± ¡­ ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯ve seen.¡± Roland described his entire experience in the Dream World. He excluded the book of the Martialist Association and the message on the red note. ¡°What do you think of it?¡± he asked. Pasha who had already appeared on the light curtain was the first one to answer his question. ¡°It¡¯s of great importance, Your Majesty. No one has ever returned alive from the city of demons before. You are the first one to do so, even though it was just a dream experience.¡± ¡°With this experience alone, you would be eligible to meet the Three Chiefs of the Union in person,¡± said Alethea. She rarely had a positive attitude toward Roland but this time she sounded exceptionally excited. ¡°The demons increase their power by absorbing Magic Stones. This explains many things that had baffled us before!¡± ¡°Yes, given that a Mad Demon can acquire a new ability and evolve by taking in a Magic Stone, we can speculate that a Senior Demon is likely also created this way. It wasn¡¯t born a Senior Demon. To become such a powerful creature, it has to strengthen its power by absorbing a certain amount of Magic Stones. This explains why Senior Demons are able to have so many kinds of abilities,¡± explained Celine, who studied magic power deeply. ¡°I¡¯ve got a question,¡± said Tilly, the leader of Sleeping Spell. ¡°Is there a limit on this power strengthening process?¡± Her question made everyone in the meeting fall into silence. After a long time, Celine replied, ¡°I¡¯m afraid that there isn¡¯t a limit.¡± ¡°Does that mean a demon may grow even stronger than a Transcendent?¡± asked Wendy with a frown. ¡°Witches and demons can¡¯t be directly compared like that,¡± said Celine as she shook her main tentacle. ¡°Do you still remember the words left by the underground civilization? If our magic power keeps increasing, we¡¯ll become indefinitely close to the deities one day. Thus, as long as we keep manipulating our magic power, our understanding will grow and our abilities will enhance, allowing us to evolve without limit. This rule applies equally to witches, demons and the underground civilization. Fortunately, it¡¯s not an easy journey. Getting close to the deities is hard, so don¡¯t worry too much.¡± Celine continued, ¡°I reckon that this is very good news for us. If demons were born with various abilities, they would have a large number of Senior Demons now since they could reproduce countlessly in the past 400 years. Fortunately, we¡¯re now aware that they also rely on chances to evolve. Furthermore, based on His Majesty¡¯s description, their evolution isn¡¯t easily accomplished. Otherwise, the demons wouldn¡¯t react so enthusiastically to the Mad Demon¡¯s success.¡± ¡°It¡¯s indeed impressive. Celine was able to get so much information from the scene I described. She has undeniably devoted her whole life to fighting demons.¡± Roland exclaimed in his heart. ¡°After hearing your story, I¡¯m even more worried about the rumor,¡± said Pasha to Roland using mind communication. ¡°Your discovery, to some extent, has already confirmed it, which makes me feel very uneasy. Why did the person help the demons? I guess that means Battles of Divine Will may not be as simple as we think.¡± Roland replied through the mind connection, ¡°I agree with you. But no matter what, we can¡¯t change things that have happened in the past. All we can do now is fight to the death.¡± After a while, Pasha exclaimed, ¡°Your willpower is exceptionally strong, Your Majesty. We underestimated you and thought of you as an ordinary man in the past. I have to admit that we were wrong about you.¡± Roland smiled without saying anything. In fact, he had not been so determined at the very beginning. Six days later, the vanguard units of the First Army entered the demons¡¯ scouting area. Roland received a report from the front line. ¡°Sylvie reported that she found a group of Devilbeasts flying toward the First Army.¡± Nightingale repeated what she had just heard to Roland whilst holding a Sigil of Listening in her hand. Roland decided to eliminate them as a prelude to the Battle of Divine Will. He nodded and said, ¡°Tell them to act according to the plan.¡± Chapter 973 - Combat Beyond Visible Range (Part â… ) Chapter 973: Combat Beyond Visible Range (Part ¢ñ) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The sniper team was moving across the Fertile Plains, to the north of the Western Region. Guided by Sylvie, they quickly reached their assigned position, in a grove of trees, far away from First Army¡¯s position. According to the General Staff¡¯s plan, they would take care of any enemies within five kilometers in order to protect First Army without being spotted. Given that, the team had to stay away from the army, in case that some Devilbeasts spotted the soldiers on the plains when the weather was clear. After all, there were more than 1,000 soldiers in the army. When moving across the plain, it was easy to notice them, even from 10 kilometers away. When the sniper team set out, the First Army soldiers stopped marching and camouflaged themselves. The sniper team included multiple witches to ensure its agility and flexibility. Lightning and Maggie formed the Flight Squad and the other witches were in the Ark Squad. They would work together to confuse and eliminate enemies to cover the movement of the First Army. All the soldiers were dressed in special camouflage uniforms which were called ¡°jungle camouflage¡±. They were dyed with strange colors and made from special materials. Lightning and Maggie highly praised the camouflage uniforms. According to them, when they looked down from the sky, they could not easily discern the soldiers and after the soldiers stopped moving, they seemed to disappear. Andrea also wore such a uniform. But she did not like it at all. It was not well tailored and completely without a fitted shape. Wearing such clothes, everyone looked the same. The brown and green color seemed to be daubed on the uniform casually and its fabric was as rough as the bark of a tree. If it had not been for the special lining made by Soloya, her skin would have been scratched by the uniform. She wondered where His Majesty found this crudely made material. However, she would never complain about it no matter how much she hated it. As a noble lady, she had to remain elegant in all circumstances and more importantly, she did not want to give Ashes a chance to mock her. ¡°She¡¯ll tease me mercilessly about being picky and say that I¡¯m still too fragile. She¡¯ll argue that my trip to the Kingdom of Dawn must have fed my arrogance. I can clearly predict what she¡¯s going to say and how she¡¯s going to say it.¡± ¡°I was the one who made a vital contribution to our success in subduing the Kingdom of Dawn. While I was fighting, she was just lounging around Lady Tilly doing nothing.¡± Sylvie¡¯s voice interrupted Andrea¡¯s thought. ¡°The demons are only 35 kilometers away from us. We must get ready. Let¡¯s rise to the ground.¡± ¡°Roger, going up now. The barrier will be lifted in five seconds. Please watch out for the impact,¡± Margie replied. ¡°Oh, yeah. That¡¯s the tone I like!¡± Lightning shook her fists excitedly and said. ¡°You sound so professional. What a fast learner you are.¡± ¡°Did I? Thank you.¡± Margie touched her head bashfully. She might have never heard such a praise back in the church. Andrea could not help holding her head and thought, ¡°How come such a cool, crisp tone sounds professional? And where¡¯s the impact? When the ark disappeared, we just shook a little before standing firmly on the ground because of our inertia. This kind of impact can¡¯t even compete with the effect caused by Ashes¡¯ roars.¡± ¡°Now it¡¯s time for the Flight Squad to get ready.¡± Lightning gave everyone a thumbs up, put on her goggles, and then leaped up. ¡°The runway has been cleared. The green light is on. Lightning, taking off! ¡°Maggie, taking off!¡± With these words, Maggie transformed into a goshawk and followed Lightning. They soon disappeared into the clouds. ¡°What¡¯s a runway? Some road specially built for running?¡± Amy looked around, feeling puzzled. ¡°Where¡¯s the green light?¡± ¡°They probably learned these terms during their new training,¡± Phyllis who came to protect the Ark Squad tilted her head and said. ¡°I¡¯ve heard His Majesty say them in the castle. They may be some technical words or expressions for flight training. However, besides the girls, I also saw Wendy and Anna during the training. It¡¯s a little strange.¡± ¡°What? Does that mean witches without flying ability could also learn to fly?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°If I can learn it, what should I say to announce that I¡¯m going to fly up?¡± Amy touched her chin and said. ¡°How about¡­ Amy, healing magic?¡± ¡°I like the term you created.¡± Sharon¡¯s eyes shone with excitement. ¡°Come on, make up a term for me!¡± ¡°Hey, be quiet. Don¡¯t disturb Miss Sylvie. She¡¯s tracking the enemies.¡± Phyllis said smilingly. ¡°Got it!¡± Watching the girls, Andrea could not help sighing. According to the plan, in the following week, they would get farther and farther away from the main force of the First Army. As an isolated team, they would advance toward the northwest to mislead the demons. As they penetrated deeper into the demons¡¯ territory, they could only rely on their own strength to evade or defeat their enemies. It was going to a hard journey for the sniper team. Andrea could hardly understand why the girls seemed so happy and relaxed. Suddenly, someone patted her shoulder, she turned around and saw Iffy who showed her an¡±I understand you¡± look. She felt comforted by this. ¡°We¡¯ve no choice¡­ because combat beyond normal visual range consumes a huge amount of magic power, we have to bring many assistant witches, such as Amy and Sharon, to provide us with magic power. This is the only way we can shoot continuously.¡± At this moment, she was really impressed by Countess Spear, who remained silent this whole time and looked more peaceful than her. She admired the way this great, noble lady dealt with the situation. ¡°Let¡¯s get started.¡± Andrea took a deep breath and said. ¡°The demons will enter our range any minute.¡± ¡°Wait a second,¡± Spear suddenly whispered. ¡°I¡¯m old and feel a little sick after traveling by the ark.¡± Andrea was speechless. Fortunately, she did not have to exert much efforts to set up the anti-Devilbeast sniper rifle. Roland had minimized the installation steps by dividing the weapon into two parts, the gun and the tripod. Ashes and Phyllis had carried them the entire journey. Andrea quickly got the rifle set up. She found that this sniper rifle without a scope turned out to be easier to operate when compared to a bolt rifle she had used before. She inserted a palm-sized bullet into the chamber of the rifle and nodded to Camilla Dary. Camilla closed her eyes and extended her hands to touch Andrea and Sylvie. Instantly, Andrea saw the world differently. Everything within her sight was distorted. She felt as if her soul was pulled out of her body, or another soul squeezed into her¡¯s. This weird change always made her feel a little dizzy, but after repeated training, she was able to get used to it and managed to quickly focus on targets that were far away. Sylvie immediately sensed what she wanted. The next moment, Andrea could see the world through Sylvie¡¯s eyes. The trees and grassland were instantly replaced by a sea of white clouds. And she saw three black dots flying in the sky. Chapter 974 - Combat Beyond Visible Range (Part â…¡) Chapter 974: Combat Beyond Visible Range (Part ¢ò) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°How far away is the target?¡± ¡°Twelve kilometers.¡± ¡°What about the other directions?¡± ¡°Clear.¡± Sylvie was able to answer Andrea¡¯s questions in an instant, which made Andrea feel like talking to herself, since the Mind Resonance greatly improved their communication efficiency. Although Andrea felt weird in the beginning, she really enjoyed this experience now. After her mind was connected to Sylvie¡¯s, she felt as if everything in the world suddenly sprang to life. This connection not only enabled her to see far across the world, but also enhanced all her senses. It was a wonderful feeling. She could not help wondering how she would feel if she was in a Mind Resonance state with Princess Tilly. ¡°This is Flight Squad. Lightning speaking. Ark Squad, can you see me?¡± Lightning¡¯s voice came through a Sigil of Listening. Andrea stopped wondering and concentrated on the task again. She searched in the sky and said, ¡°I see you.¡± ¡°Is it alright for us to stay at this height?¡± ¡°Yes. You¡¯d better hide behind some clouds.¡± ¡°Got it.¡± ¡°Coo.¡± When Andrea missed a target or did not have enough power to shoot a demon, Lightning and Maggie, who hid above the enemy, would swoop down to take care of it. When Lightning flew at her full speed, she was three times faster than a Devilbeast, and Maggie could quickly transform into a beast. Under such circumstances, it would be impossible for the enemy to defend against an overhead attack. But Lightning and Maggie were only able to launch one attack like that. If there was more than one demon, they would have to retreat. Personally, Andrea did not want to give the little girls any chance to fight. She had absolute confidence in her own ability. She boasted of being an unerring marksman. Even Ashes could not match her in this respect. She wanted to show these little girls what a real professional was like. ¡°Six kilometers.¡± Sylvie warned her again. ¡°Good, I¡¯ve locked onto the first target.¡± Andrea closed her eyes and focused her mind on her target. In theory, she could shoot down any target she saw within the weapon¡¯s range, which was longer than five kilometers, but the amount of magic power required made it impossible for her to do so. Once she exhausted all her magic power, she would pass out. After repeated testing, she found that five kilometers was the ideal distance. As she was tracking her target, a rush of magic power flowed out of her body and wrapped her tightly. She quickly saw a targeting line stretch to the Devilbeast, who was completely unaware of the impending attack. This slender, silver line was so distorted that it looked nothing like a bullet¡¯s trajectory. The first stretch looked like an arched bridge stretching far across the empty sky and then it became a wavy line. She had never seen any targeting line like this before she got this new rifle. It was a connected sequence of irregular line segments. It kept changing all the time and the middle part of it seemed like a spider silk thread waving in the wind, but the end of it was always fixed to her target. She had asked His Majesty about this mysterious targeting line and his answer was totally beyond her expectation. According to him, her ability was not about aiming. No matter how carefully a sniper aimed his weapon at a target, he could never predict whether he could hit it when he fired. Once a bullet was shot, its speed would decrease as it flew and the external environment¡¯s influence on it would increase. A strong cross wind was enough to make the bullet hit far away from its target. Even with the aid of the best scope, a sniper could never guarantee that he would be able to make each shot hit the target. And when the target was five kilometers away, a normal sniper would have great difficulty hitting it. ¡°So, what¡¯s my ability?¡± She had asked Roland at that time. Back then, she thought he seemed to have been bluffing and waiting for her to ask such a question, but she didn¡¯t mind it. ¡°Actually, you¡¯re good at a coin toss. Many factors determine where a bullet will land, but surprisingly, you can always hit your target. Why? Think about this. If you toss a coin into the air, you somehow know which side it will land on. That¡¯s why you can always be sure that a bullet you shoot out will hit your target.¡± ¡°Are you sure? How come I never get what I want when I¡¯m playing cards?¡± ¡°Well, they aren¡¯t the same thing. Do you wish to get stronger? There¡¯s a theory that may greatly increase your ability.¡± ¡°Really? What¡¯s it?¡± His Majesty had replied smilingly, ¡°Probability Theory.¡± ¡°From the viewpoint of conditional probability, many different factors can affect your shooting results, but you¡¯re able to control or remove the effect of these conditions. Trust me, you¡¯ll have unlimited potential as long as you can master this theory.¡± Andrea still clearly remembered that His Majesty had handed her the book with a smile on his face. During that moment, she had been thrilled as if she could see a smooth road to a bright future and had thought excitedly, ¡°I¡¯m going to be a Transcendent.¡± However, this excitement had only lasted until that night. She had opened the book, ¡°Probability Theory¡±, and failed to understand anything in it. What the hell is this? Normal people could never understand this book! ¡°Crack¡ª¡± Andrea pulled the trigger when the silver guiding line dissolved into the background. With a flash flames, the shot rang out. It was much louder than a bolt rifle. The sound wave was so strong that she felt as if it had hammered her chest and the heavy recoil kicked her shoulder. Thanks to the impact-resistance coatings on the stock and the cushioned tripod, she didn¡¯t experience a severe impact from the recoil. Before the dust settled, she was ready for a second shot. A flow of magic power poured into her body. The witches acted according to their training. Besides Margie and the witches assisting Andrea, all the witches, including the combat witches who came to protect everyone, would provide magic power for Andrea. ¡°What happened? Did you hit it?¡± Everyone asked with concern. After all, the first shot was the key to determining the success or failure of this operation. ¡°The bullet has a long distance to travel, but it won¡¯t miss the target¡± said Andrea, confidently. That¡¯s it, just as His Majesty said. I¡¯ve already known how the coin will land. The bullet was traveling at such a high speed that even Sylvie was unable to track it, but Andrea could clearly describe its trajectory. After flying four kilometers, it would start to drop toward the ground. Although a stray bullet was still fast and lethal, it would miss the target if it continued to travel like that. However, a strong gust of wind would change everything. She felt that it was like skipping a stone on water. When her bullet hit the wind, it would begin to ascend like a bird riding on the wind and would make an arc across the sky. This was the only way the bullet could avoid the two devilbeasts flying in the front of the formation and hit the last one in line. Andrea pulled the trigger again, but this time, she did not hurry to prepare for the third shot. Instead, she turned her gaze toward her first target, the devilbeast at the back of the formation. ¡°Bang,¡± She whispered. The next moment, the devilbeast shook violently, a cloud of blood erupted from it back, and its organs began to fall out of its broken body. The demon on its back was torn into two parts. Its upper body was thrown high and red mist began spraying out from the tanks they were carrying. From a distance, it looked a red flower blooming in the sky. Chapter 975 - A Night in the Wild Chapter 975: A Night in the Wild Translator: TransN Editor: TransN If the demon flying at the forefront noticed what happened behind, it would have been able to escape. Although Andrea could easily shoot down a floating balloon from the air during previous live-fire drills, she noticed that it was much harder to predict the movements of a living being. Once she pulled the trigger, the bullet would dart toward a definite position. She could not control the situation if the target left that position on its own. Thus, if a living being became aware of the danger and suddenly decided to change its path, her bullet would most likely miss the target. She never missed a close target and always knew the result shortly after an attack was launched. Now, however, she needed to wait patiently for the result as the bullet had to travel five kilometers to hit its target. She could determine which side a coin would land on when it was tossed onto a table, but she could not glue them down to ensure the result. If someone suddenly tapped the table or flicked the coin with a finger as it landed, it could still cause the coin to flip to the opposite side. Thus, she would not feel surprised if the demon escaped. If it did try to escape, the Flight Squad would swoop down to take care of it. Fortunately, the demon did not notice anything unusual. It was not because the demon was not vigilant enough. By flying hundreds of meters above the ground, it could hardly hear anything except the wind whistling. Additionally, as it flew facing the wind, this whistling would be further amplified. When they had started to prepare this combat plan, Lightning had concluded from repeated testing that as long as the demon was flying 10 meters ahead of the target, it would not hear anything when a bullet went through the target behind it. That was why Andrea chose to shoot down the demon flying at the end of the row first. The big bullet left an opening in its belly and completely destroyed its inner organs. After they fell out of its body, it could not even make a scream. Given that, the demon flying in the front did not notice anything abnormal and thus missed its only opportunity to escape. After a dozen seconds, another bullet came from above and shot into its chest, passing through its body before breaking the spine of the mount below. The devilbeast who flew in the middle carrying a pack on its back now noticed something was wrong, but it was not intelligent enough to understand the current situation. Driven by its instincts for survival, it turned around and flew toward Taquila. Andrea locked onto it. She foretold the coin¡¯s face for the third time. ¡­ In the late afternoon, the Ark rose from the ground again. According to the map drawn by the Exploration Group, the sniper team had safely arrived at their resting place below a cave which had naturally collapsed. ¡°There are dried bird beak mushrooms?¡± asked Amy with great surprise. ¡°I stored them here,¡± said Maggie as she dug out several glass bottles under a stone. ¡°We even have barbecue seasonings here!¡± ¡°Do you prepare these things at all your bases?¡± asked Amy. ¡°Of course,¡± Lightning replied proudly. ¡°This place is poorly-equipped compared to the other bases. If we were at Forest Pavilion now, we¡¯d be able to hold a banquet with the amount of food we¡¯ve stored there!¡± ¡°Forest Pavilion?¡± Sharon asked whilst intrigued, ¡°Where¡¯s it at?¡± ¡°It¡¯s near the Impassable Mountain Range in a big tree that¡¯s as large as a castle,¡± said Maggie while drawing an invisible outline in the air. ¡°We asked Leaf to build a roof and a sunning ground to dry our jerky.¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid that only His Majesty Roland can tolerate you stealing his salt and spices.¡± Countess Spear rubbed her forehead. ¡°I estimate that these seasonings cost several gold royals. If you do this to any other lord, he¡¯ll definitely throw you into a boiling wok.¡± Chief Butler of Sleeping Island nodded in agreement ¡°I didn¡¯t steal them!¡± Maggie retorted. ¡°I just picked them up from the ground.¡± ¡°You picked them up?¡± Spear asked doubtfully. ¡°They leaked from the buckets in the kitchen. I just collected them,¡± said Lightning. ¡°And I didn¡¯t take them without paying,¡± Lightning added. ¡°In the Fjords, any explorer can earn lots of money by drawing maps, and I¡¯ve drawn many maps for His Majesty.¡± ¡°Well, His Majesty would never blame you even if you ransacked the kitchen.¡± Sylvie interrupted in a weak voice. ¡°Collecting some spices from the kitchen is nothing. I¡¯ve seen Nightingale sneak into the kitchen six times a week to take all the dried fish. She has even broken into His Majesty¡¯s study to steal¡­ ¡± Everybody looked grave now. ¡°To steal what?¡± Sylvie realized that she had spilled the beans. ¡°Ah, no, nothing¡­ I¡¯m just starving. Let¡¯s get ready to cook!¡± After that, Andrea said something to quickly dispelled everybody¡¯s curiosity. ¡°By the way¡­ Do you really want to pry into Nightingale¡¯s private life?¡± All the witches immediately gave up the thought and began to find something to occupy themselves. Sharon went to make a fire with her electric sparks. Amy swiftly chopped mushrooms. Phyllis and Ashes caught a boar for dinner. Spear Passi remained as she still felt sick¡­ After a while, the tantalizing smell of food spread throughout the cave. Unlike a banquet in the castle, there were not many dishes in this dinner, but their food tonight was delicious enough for a meal in the wilderness. Most of the time, when in the wild, they could only eat pancakes and jerky. Ashes fried the boar¡¯s belly and sprinkled the grease from the pork onto the frizzled mushroom and meat. Seeing that, everyone¡¯s mouth kept watering. In the end, they ate up the whole boar. After their stomachs were full, the withes quickly fell asleep, except for the Extraordinary and the God¡¯s Punishment Witch. They were more energetic than the others and would keep watch during the night. ¡°I¡¯ll be on watch for the first half of the night,¡± said Ashes as she added some wood to the fire. ¡°Her Highness Tilly told me that you are more vulnerable to the effects of lack of sleep, although your sleep time is shorter than ours.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true. Sleep deprivation will make it hard for us to control our bodies,¡± Phyllis admitted. ¡°But it¡¯s still early, I¡¯ll go to sleep later.¡± Ashes nodded and stopped talking. She was not talkative. Even in front of Tilly, she was mostly just a good listener. Now, all was quiet except for the sputtering fire and the breathing noises of the witches. ¡°They¡¯re so close,¡± whispered Phyllis whilst looking at the sleeping girls beside her. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen such a tight-knit team like them, even in the Taquila age.¡± Ashes looked to the side and saw Lightning lay sprawling on an animal skin and Maggie lay huddled up on her belly. The little girl¡¯s white hair tumbled down and covered both of them like a quilt which looked very warm. She could not help but smile. ¡°She wasn¡¯t like that in the beginning. Before we took her in, she had lived alone as a pigeon for several years. Back then, she almost lost the ability to speak, not to mention being close to someone. At that time, she would be alarmed by even the littlest rattling.¡± ¡°Just, I don¡¯t know how long such intimacy between them will last¡­¡± Phyllis dropped her eyelids. ¡°I hope this time the Battle of Divine Will will be different.¡± ¡°Why do you say that?¡± asked Ashes with her eyebrows raised. She did not want to make this conversation sound like an interrogation, but she just could not suppress the question. ¡°Faced with a common enemy, we¡¯ll all stick together, won¡¯t we?¡± ¡°Yes, we will,¡± said Phyllis with a sigh. ¡°But the war is also going to change the witches. Haven¡¯t you noticed that magic power affects more than just our ability?¡± Chapter 976 - The Way to Transcendence Chapter 976: The Way to Transcendence Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Magic affecting more than just our abilities?¡± Ashes was surprised. ¡°Yes, magic affects many aspects. For instance it allows our body to be more flexible. We can also heal wounds many times faster than a common person and in general live healthier,¡± Phyllis said slowly. ¡°Our temperament is also changed.¡± ¡°Wait, what do you mean by temperament?¡± ¡°As we witches use magic, our desires are amplified in the moment. This changes who we are. For example, that feeling of vengeance as you see your friend cut down. An experience like this can scar witches and they would become indifferent, or even ruthless,¡± Phyllis said, her eyes fixed on the flickering flames. ¡°For a warrior, this type of mental state is indeed advantageous¡­ but it also turns her into¡­¡± ¡°¡­Into what?¡± Ashes felt uneasy. ¡°A monster.¡± Ashes stepped back and almost tripped. Ashes recalled her past¡­ There¡¯s nothing else she would¡¯ve done, she killed countless church members. Ashes remembered how she hacked person after person, her mind became stained with blood, transforming her into an uncontrollable killer. She felt like she had infinite power in this bloodlusted state. However looking back¡­ she was just an empty husk, devoid of feeling any real emotion. It¡¯s only after she met Princess Tilly that she regained her humanity. ¡°Of course, that¡¯s not the case for all witches. It¡¯s only a trend. When faced with war, all people could care about is surviving. The long and hopeless period of resistance could even drive the common people mad. We¡¯re kind of fortunate that we can at least use our desperation to turn into fearless berserkers,¡± Phyllis paused. ¡°even if you find it hard to understand the events that happened during the Union, our methods make sense. Without firm determination, the Three Chiefs couldn¡¯t be Transcendents.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± The campfire swayed a little as Ashes poked it. ¡°If the Battle of Divine Will lasts forever, what will happen to the witches?¡± ¡°No one knows. Maybe they¡¯ll even look different,¡± Phyllis said lightly. ¡°After all, the witches¡¯ beauty was judged by their facial features. If they become inhuman, they may look strange, like the way the demons look.¡± The flames flickered again. For a moment, silence loomed over the cave. After several moments pass, the God Punishment Witch said, ¡°Do you have a reason why you fight the demons?¡± Phyllis gave her own answer first after thinking that Ashes is hesitating. ¡°Our reason is simple. We want to defeat the demons, win the war, and regain the glory of Taquila. Only with this faith in our heart could we last out until this day.¡± ¡°You want to rebuild Taquila?¡± ¡°Of course, this place means much more than just a holy city to us, we¡¯re willing to devote our lives if that is what it takes to rebuild. However if King Roland manages to vanquish the demons, then the path he has chosen proves he¡¯s more capable than the Three chiefs. If the cooperation between the witches and the common people can give a promising future, we certainly have no objection.¡± Ashes kept quiet for a moment before she replied, ¡°I just want to protect a certain person dear to me. Help her in any way I can. If she wants to throw demons out of the Land of Dawn, I will do that for her.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Phyllis said and then shook her head. ¡°Please forgive me but, that¡¯s not a good faith to hold when fighting enemies.¡± ¡°Why is that?¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s too broad, too unspecific.¡± Phyllis extended her hands. ¡°You¡¯ll get lost, especially at the crucial moment of life and death. It¡¯s hard to define what a person wants. Most importantly, do you really know what she wants?¡± ¡°Of course, she¡ª¡±Ashes stopped half way. ¡°Does Tilly want me to be fighting demons on the frontline?¡± The answer was clearly a straight no since this was her own decision. If it was the previous mission to locate targets for the phantom instrument, she might have the reason to take it on Tilly¡¯s behalf, but this time she still accepted Roland¡¯s invitation and joined the sniper team, even though Tilly did not participate in the war. There was no doubt that she did it partly to grow Sleeping Spell¡¯s reputation since as the importance of the Sleeping Spell in Neverwinter grew, Tilly¡¯s role at court would be more vital. But was this the only reason? Ashes could not help looking at the witches who were asleep. The tiredness was still in their faces but they looked so quiet and peaceful. Ashes¡¯ eyes moved from Sylvie, Maggie, to the other witches of the Sleeping Island and eventually to the rest of her companions. Suddenly, Ashes asked, ¡°Why are you telling me this?¡± In any case, she was only an acquaintance to Phyllis. They had occasionally exchanged their experience of swordplay and fighting skill and were far from close friends. However Phyllis shared with her a topic on temperament and the Taquila survivors¡¯ ambitions. It all seemed very strange to Ashes. She thought that Phyllis was not the type of person to talk about these things with every person she met. ¡°Because you¡¯re an Extraordinary,¡± Phyllis said in a grim tone. ¡°You¡¯re the flowers of the witches with unimaginable potential. In the era of the Union, every combat-type Extraordinary was trained with the utmost care. As long as they could push the limits of their potential and become a Transcendent, they would be capable of killing a Senior Demon all by themselves. These types of witches would gain the most popularity and they would be elected as the new leader of the Union.¡± With that, Phyllis arose and saluted Ashes. ¡°Perhaps I have no right to teach an Extraordinary how to improve, but having the right mindset is essential to becoming a leader¡±. As far as I know, all the Transcendents in the Union were born in battle, and those Extraordinaries who couldn¡¯t successfully become Transcendents were all eventually killed by the demons,¡± she paused. ¡°I hope you won¡¯t meet that fate, Extraordinary Ashes.¡± The God Punishment Witch even addressed Ashes by an honorific title in the last sentence. ¡°You don¡¯t need to¡­¡± Ashes frowned. ¡°Just take it as an old fool who hasn¡¯t seen a Transcendent for over 400 years.¡± Phyllis laughed. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t salute you this way. It¡¯s time to sleep now though, I¡¯ll see you in 2 hours.¡± ¡°Yeah, good night.¡± When the cave returned to silence, Ashes looked up, staring at the sky through the crack of the cave ceiling for a long time. *************** After Roland hung up the phone called from the frontline, he marked out a new route on the map. It was the 22nd day since Operation Summit started and so far, the plan was going smoothly. More Devilbeasts were spotted patrolling the forest, diverting the First Army further and further off the main route. It seemed that the demons attached more importance to the Taquila ruins and so left a massive blind spot south of their outpost. Of course, the demons kept patrol teams nearby and generally speaking, no enemies could remain unspotted before they approached and launched an attack. However the First Army didn¡¯t need to close the distance. The artillery battalion had a complete firing table and was equipped with refined Longsong Cannons that enabled them to launch precise and fatal attack 10 kilometers away. Chapter 977 - Gliding Wings Chapter 977: Gliding Wings Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Three days,¡± Nightingale said suddenly. ¡°Yes, there are three days left.¡± Roland nodded. If we take the army¡¯s current speed, they should reach the planned staging area within three days and launch attacks from there. The base was to be set on the slope of a hill facing the demon camp where it would look like a fort from the french maginot line. It offered the army a broad field of view and was in general a very good place to build fortifications. Once the First Army entrenched the hill, it was almost impossible for the demons to shake their defensive line that was formed by guns and cannons. In the meantime however, a lot of pressure would be put onto the sniper team over the next few days. When the Army was on the march, demon scouts could easily intercept with them while on the vast open plain. Witches would have to work double time to keep these scouts from reporting back. But as the demons send out more patrols, sheer numbers would just overrun the witches¡¯ surveillance net and demons would undoubtedly narrow down patrol areas where their scouts went MIA. Eventually, some credible information of the First Army¡¯s movements would make its way back. By then, it would be too risky for the witches to take any action. The best result would be if the demons noticed the witches¡¯ presence in the area and sent out their flying units whilst the witches make the decision to return to the First Army. This would waste the demons¡¯ strategic units and give the First Army enough time to make camp before the demons could launch a surgical strike. This assumes that the witches and demons would act this way though. A small misjudgment of the situation could trigger some unforeseen consequence however. ¡°You should give them credit,¡± Nightingale said, seeming to read Roland¡¯s expression. ¡°The Taquila witches are probably good at assessing the risk, and they have the Magic Ark to use to escape. Even they run across a large scouting group, the witches will be a hard nut for those demons to crack.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right.¡± Roland held his cheek. To be honest, the cause of all these troubles could be traced back to Neverwinter¡¯s weakness. The slow speed of marching on foot had been an obvious drawback for the First Army. That was why the team had to run the risk of battle. If the army had wheeled vehicles, then the team would only need to hold off the demons for a day. And even if the enemies saw his army marching on them, they would not have time to hold the army back. After thinking about how the problems eventually went back to Neverwinter¡¯s development, he would might as well just focus on that. ¡°By the way, have Wendy grasped the principles of flight?¡± ¡°Almost.¡± Nightingale laughed as she threw a piece of dried fish into her mouth. ¡°She even talked in her dream last night, something like ¡®the runway cleared¡¯ and ¡®all lights green¡¯.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± Roland glanced out of the window. ¡°The weather seems pretty good today. Maybe our flight trials can be put on schedule earlier than usual.¡± ¡°Oh? Are you going to put that thing to the test?¡± Nightingale¡¯s eyes brightened. ¡°What, are you interested?¡± ¡°How can I not be?¡± she said excitedly. ¡°One can fly in the sky even without wings. A thing that can help you fly more freely than the hot air balloon and can be controlled by anyone. That sounds just as incredible as the miracles. If you succeed, do you know how your subjects will look on you? Their reverence for you will be higher than God.¡± Nightingale¡¯s eyes shined with every word coming out her lips. She was full of joy as if she relived the ecstasy of chaos drinks once again while being admired by her followers. Roland could not help laughing. ¡°We¡¯re still working on it. There¡¯s still a long way to go before we achieve the goal you said.¡± The steam engine didn¡¯t have enough horsepower to drive an aircraft off the ground. Roland knew he needed to reinvent the combustion engine soon. ¡°But it¡¯ll come true, won¡¯t it?¡± Nightingale smiled back at him as she walked up to the door with her hands on her back. ¡°Yes,¡± Roland answered decisively. ¡°It will.¡± ¡­ One kilometer east to Shallow Beach. Despite its name, the beach was completely submerged, leaving a long line of cliffs erecting above the water surface. The line had stretched to the southeast and eventually formed the borderline of the south of Graycastle. For the inland people who lived in the Western Region, the borderline was no more than a part of hills where they could see the endless whirlpool sea as they crested the gentle slope; for the traders on sailing boats, the borderline was like an impassable barrier. Because of the cliff that was at least 15 meters high above the water, it was impossible for their boats to dock, let alone unload the goods. That was why the Western Region, where one-third of its border connected the sea, had no seaport before they opened up a passage towards the Shallow Beach. In other words, apart from the damage resulting from the Months of Demons, the lack of seaports was the main reason why the West Region was less developed than Eastern and Southern counterparts. However, now this unusual terrain could serve as a perfect place for flight test. As Roland and his companions arrived, the Garrison had sealed off the area one kilometer around. At the end of the concrete runway, the soldiers were pushing three identical prototypes of the glider onto a platform. ¡°Oh! That¡¯s your new machine?¡± Thunder said, touching his chin. ¡°It indeed looks like a seabird. But compared with the powerful steam engine, it seems¡­ a little fragile.¡± As the most reliable overseas allies, both Thunder, the distinguished explorer in Fjords, and the businesswoman Margaret were invited. Thunder¡¯s comment did not surprise Roland, who instead smiled mysteriously and turned to ask Margaret, ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± she said, ¡°to be honest, it looks so different from your previous inventions that I would have thought it must be the something that the Society of Wondrous Crafts used to fool us in your name.¡± ¡°The Society of Wondrous Crafts?¡± Roland asked curiously. ¡°What organization is that?¡± ¡°A society set up by a group of half-craftsman, half-explorer lunatics,¡± Margaret explained. ¡°They refused to live a plain life as craftsmen and were also afraid of sailing in the unpredictable sea, so the lot focused on an assortment of odd inventions. Two years ago, one of them made a similar thing, a pair of wooden wings that was said to be able to help people fly.¡± ¡°Wooden¡­wings?¡± ¡°It looked a little like yours except that it was much smaller and about the same size as a man.¡± ¡°Did he succeed?¡± Wendy could not help asking. ¡°No,¡± Margaret shook her head. ¡°He wore the wings and jumped from a high tower, as soon as the wings flipped over and he started to drop like a stone until he hit on the ground and died immediately.¡± Wendy swallowed hard, almost regretting to say that. ¡°Before that trial, the man had claimed several times that he successfully flew on a number of occasions. This garnered attention from our chamber but as a result only made him look like a fool and also worsened the society¡¯s reputation as if it wasn¡¯t bad enough.¡± As Roland listened to the story, he could not help sighing. The man, who had made the wings of wood, thought that since the lifting was the key to keep a thing flying in the air, only a frame of hard materials that could withstand the force of lift needed. This was naive but it was still one of the first prototypes of the fixed wing and went beyond simply imitating birds. Actually, the man should be viewed as a pioneer in exploring the skies. Definitely wiser than those who invented things like man-made feather wings, flying umbrellas, flying cloaks, and so forth. Roland believed his previous successes were not completely without failure. He probably tested from a low height where there were less variables to consider. For this sort of test, you would have to account for strong contact force against the wind as your rate of descent becomes larger. you could predict on a graph when the man could not overcome the force to maintain stability and crash. It was a pity that islanders in Fjords only admired the explorers who could find new livable places for them and had a prejudice against those who were afraid of sailing. ¡°We shouldn¡¯t call him a liar,¡± Roland said slowly. ¡°In fact, it¡¯s a great price we have to pay for the possibility of getting rid of the bond of the earth and being able to fly in the sky. Without the help of the witches, I also need to experience that testing process. If the man had a name, record his story.¡± Margaret was a little shocked, then she dropped a curtsey, ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± Roland moved his eyes back to the Mark I Glider, which was getting ready for its first flight. In contrast to the train and the iron ship, it indeed looked fragile. It had no cabin, and apart from the large wings, it was a frame with no covers. The seats were set between the wings to make it easy for the flyers to escape. The whole structure looked simpler than a model at first glance. Unlike the machines Roland had made before, the aircraft was actually just a collection of things he heard from his acquaintance. All he knew was the principle of flight, which was far from enough to make a real aircraft. The first thing on order was to write a Flight Manual. These prototypes seemed simple, but they already contained all the essential factors the flyers needed to control the machine. It looked like a newly born hairless chick. But it was a beginning of a new wave of travel for all humans. Chapter 978 - Flight Chapter 978: Flight Translator: TransN Editor: TransN To give the glider speed, Roland requested the Ministry of Construction to build a runway along the cliff towards the sea. It was designed with both ends curved upward like a crescent. Once the glider was lifted and fixed in position, it could be released by unleashing the fixer. Due to gravity, it would glide forward and speed up until it darted out of the runway. The flyer would have a similar experience to sitting on a roller coaster in the modern world, though it would be far less thrilling. Of course, these alone were insufficient as the wings needed more power to ascend. Thus, Wendy had to provide some wind to lift the wings. Once the glider darted out of the cliff that was 15 meters above the water surface, it would have plenty of buffer space. Whether the glider ascended or descended, its slow speed provided both the flyer and rescuer time to prepare. This was the reason why Roland designed the prototype to have two seats in the first place. Now that both Lightning and Maggie were fighting on the Barbarian Land. The rescue job was naturally handed over to Tilly. She took the job joyfully. ¡°It¡¯s time to board the plane,¡± Roland said to both girls as he thought it was time to take off. Wendy nodded. She clenched her fists to encourage herself and then walked up to the glider with Tilly. ¡­ It was not until she was on board that she found the aircraft to be much larger than she had expected. Particularly the two pairs of straight wings that separately lay above her head and below her feet. They were larger than any birds¡¯ and were even longer than the transfigured Maggie¡¯s wings. As Wendy saw the slim tip of the wings vibrating in the sea wind, concern rose inside her. It felt like the wings would easily snap from strong winds once the glider took off. Roland had mentioned that the vibration of the wings was normal. The wings were assembled from a frame with a skin wrapping around it. The frame was made of hard aluminum. This was to ensure that it could endure the impact of air currents when the glider flew slowly through the air. The skin was created by Soraya. It was more resistant than ordinary leather and cloth. As a result, the wings looked quite slim and frail. Compared to the area of the wings, their thickness could almost be ignored. It was as if they were pieces of paper. ¡°My Lady, let me know if you¡¯re ready.¡± A soldier¡¯s voice awoke Wendy. ¡°I see. Well¡­ the first step is¡­¡± ¡°Confirm that every control surface is okay.¡± Tilly on the back seat tried to calm her down. ¡°Don¡¯t be nervous. I¡¯ll protect you even if something goes wrong.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Wendy felt relieved when she heard that. Exactly, she was not the only one who took His Majesty¡¯s class on the principles of flight. If someone could remind her of the steps she had forgotten, she would make fewer mistakes. ¡°First, pull the main lever to control the tail elevator.¡± Taking a deep breath, Wendy put both hands on an iron lever before her seat and pulled it. As she did that, a click was heard under her seat. She knew that the sound was produced when the wire connected to the other end of the lever pulled tail. She had done this step hundreds of times on the simulator before the prototype was ready. ¡°The elevator is okay. The next step is¡­ um, the rudder,¡± Tilly continued. But the components in the simulator were much simpler. It only contained two vertical levers, two pedals, and a few wire ropes. At first, it was hard for Wendy to believe that only these few things could allow the glider fly like a bird. After all, it was almost as simple as controlling as a bicycle. The elevation control lever could only be moved forward and back while the direction control lever could only be moved left and right because the holder had limited their movement space. On the other hand, a bicycle¡¯s head could make circles. ¡°The rudder is okay too. Last is the aileron.¡± According to His Majesty, an aircraft generally had three pairs of wings. One in the front and two in the back, giving the impression of the shape of ¡°ÍÁ¡± when viewed from the front. The rudder, which was the erected part, worked like the one of a boat. It could change the direction of the aircraft¡¯s nose in the wind. The short horizontal bar was the elevator, which was also called the ¡°tail¡±. It rose and dropped with the aircraft¡¯s nose, looking very similar to a rudder flipped on its side. With the knowledge from the chapter ¡°Decomposition and Synthesis of Forces¡± in Primary Physics, Wendy could easily understand the principle of this component. The longer horizontal bar represented the aileron. Wendy did not understand why it was called the ¡°aileron¡± until she saw the real thing. It was inlaid at the back of the large wing and was no more than one-tenth the size of the wing. Two ailerons were connected with iron wire to the two pedals near her two feet, one left and one right. Unlike the former two components, the two ailerons must be in inverse (one up and one down) to work. However, if disproportionate forces impact on the two ailerons, the aircraft would deflect from its course or possibly even roll over. Hence, they were the most important part Wendy needed to handle in flight. Wendy had once asked His Majesty why he had designed the ailerons when the rudder could also change the flight direction. He explained that every movement of the aircraft required the cooperation of the three control surfaces in combination. If the flyer only moved the rudder, the body of the aircraft would tend to move horizontally. Thus, when making a tight turn, the flyer must pull the elevator down to keep it stable. Thus, he needed a detailed testing result to write a Flight Manual that could really guide people. He needed to find the answer to questions like: In different circumstances, how is the orbit maneuver controlled? How does the wind direction impact the aircraft? What is the deficiency of the aircraft when controlling it? and so forth. Only by clearly learning this information could he make a truly reliable aircraft. ¡°The ailerons seem okay too.¡± Tilly patted Wendy¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I¡¯ll leave the rest to you.¡± Wendy felt her heart beat faster. She glanced at Roland in the distance before turning to the soldier. ¡°I¡¯m ready, loosen the fixer.¡± ¡°Yes, please watch out!¡± The soldiers moved immediately. ¡°The runway is clear and lights are all green,¡± Wendy whispered in her heart. Although she did not exactly understand what those words meant, she would still say it, since His Majesty said it could bring luck. With a gentle shake, the glider was pushed onto the runway. Then it descended. The wheel creaked as it rolled on the runway, and the aircraft started to shake. Wendy felt as if the sea at the other end was approaching her as she raced down the runway towards it. For a moment, her heart was in her mouth. ¡°What did she need to do next?¡± Wendy panicked when she saw that the glider had passed half of the runway yet showed no signs of flying. ¡°The wind!¡± Tilly shouted. Yes, the wind. The speed generated on the runway was not fast enough to make the glider take off whilst carrying both of them. She needed to create a stable and mild wind to lift its wings. Just as the idea emerged in her head, she took action. The magic spiral worked and formed an invisible air current which lightly supported the wings. With that, the harsh creaking noise subsided. It was as if the glider no longer had any weight. Before Wendy could figure out how it happened, the glider had rushed off the cliff. For a short period of time, the glider ascended, giving her a sense of overweight. It felt like someone pressing her down into her seat. As her body was drawn back, she could not help but pull the main lever down. The aircraft¡¯s nose responded to her command and rose even higher. Her view changed. She could no longer see the earth full of the leaves and withered grass. Even the vast whirlpool-like sea was almost out of her sight. Instead, the clear blue sky filled her view whilst the shimmering light forced her to narrow her eyes. For a moment, Wendy felt like a petrel soaring up into the sky against the light. It felt so unconstrained. She finally understood why His Majesty said that the aircraft was totally different from a hot air balloon. But just a few seconds later, Wendy found that the sound of the wind had subsided. The glider¡¯s nose was still high, but its speed no longer allowed it to ascend. Time seemed stopped. Wendy wanted to strengthen the wind under main wings, but this ended up turning the entire aircraft upside down. ¡°Too much wind!¡± Tilly shouted. Before Wendy had time to find the problem, the glider had fallen like a stone. Chapter 979 - Another Kind of Genius Chapter 979: Another Kind of Genius Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Everyone present witnessed it. The glider fell down the cliff and out of their sight shortly after it left the runway. It happened so fast that no one had time to respond. Roland also feared for their safety. He had foreseen the possibility of all sorts of accidents during the trial. Although he had prepared more than one prototype in order to increase the flyer¡¯s experience with as many trials as possible, he did not expect the first crash to come so early. In theory, the glider was slow, low-loaded, and easy to control. A little wind was able to maintain its airtime, making it very friendly to a new hand. In fact, there were only a few mistakes that could make the flyer lose control of the aircraft. Roland had emphasized these points whilst explaining the principles. This time, Wendy obviously lifted the aircraft¡¯s nose too high. As a result, the aircraft lost its original speed and started to drop. Although the glider had lost its ascending speed, the situation could still be salvaged with appropriate actions. As Wendy was capable of creating winds. All she had to do was blow wind down towards the tail whilst reducing the wind that lifted the glider. This would force the glider¡¯s nose down and therefore its body would regain speed. Unfortunately, the wind Wendy applied to the main wings was too strong and abrupt. As a result, the glider flipped over and thus they had no choice but to abandon the aircraft. Although the glider could be saved, Roland cared more about the safety of the flyers as there were no safety devices installed, such as seatbelts. In fact, the glider only contained an aluminum chair with two arms and a backrest to steady the flyers. It was easy to imagine what would happen when the glider was overturned. Fortunately, Tilly did not leave everyone worrying for too long. A few seconds later, she was holding Wendy¡¯s arm and appeared on the edge of the cliff. ¡°Are you alright?¡± Roland asked anxiously. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We¡¯re fine.¡± Tilly smiled and panted slightly. ¡°In order to avoid being hit, I flew down a little to dodge it before ascending.¡± Unlike Lightning who would significantly lose speed when she carried load, a witch who controlled the Stone of Flight would not lose speed even if she carried a person. Instead, the stone would consume much more magic power and become harder to control. Although Princess Tilly had made light of the situation, Roland knew that the rescue would not have been completed so easily without her remarkable control over the stone. ¡°My apologies¡­ Your Majesty.¡± Wendy said, looking a bit frustrated. ¡°You¡¯ve spent so much time making that aircraft, but I¡­¡± Roland comforted her immediately, ¡°It¡¯s not your fault. No one is born to know how to fly an aircraft. That¡¯s part of the knowledge unknown to all of us. The materials of the glider were more valuable than the process of making it. As long as we can recover the wreckage, we won¡¯t suffer a great loss.¡± ¡°We won¡¯t?¡± Wendy asked. ¡°I can promise you that His Majesty is telling the truth,¡± Nightingale said as she suddenly appeared and faced her friend. Wendy felt relieved. ¡°I see¡­ I¡¯ll have another try!¡± Roland was amused. ¡°Is that another usage of the ability to detect lies?¡± He always felt that Wendy had worked too hard after she was appointed the head of the Witch Union. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to rest?¡± asked Roland. ¡°No!¡± Wendy exclaimed. ¡°Well then, just keep in mind that safety comes first,¡± said Roland. ¡°Don¡¯t worry brother. I got this,¡± Tilly said as she smiled. ¡­ In the end, it turned out that flying was not so easy to master. The second trial did not last longer than three minutes. Surprisingly, Wendy made great progress this time. She managed to successfully raise the glider to an altitude of nearly 50 meters high. Unfortunately, as the glider was turning, the wings rolled too much. Roland could see that Wendy had been trying hard to adjust the wind direction in order to re-balance the glider, however, this only resulted in a short unstable wobble before it dropped once again. Tilly decisively pulled Wendy off the seat in advance, before the glider tumbled and crashed into the ground. Both wings were twisted completely out of shape, leaving the glider in an unflyable state until it could be repaired. Compared to the first flyer in human history, who only managed to fly three meters above the ground, the participants of this trial equally deserved to be remembered in history for their remarkable accomplishments. Sadly, Roland needed more than just putting an aircraft in the sky. To deal with the approaching Battle of Divine Will, he had to equip the army with aircrafts as soon as possible. With such a high crashing frequency, Roland soon knew how depressing it felt to wreck three aircrafts in a single morning. ¡°What went wrong this time?¡± Roland asked. ¡°We bumped into a crosswind,¡± Tilly said as she shrugged. ¡°It caused us to lose speed.¡± Wendy nodded, feeling guilty. ¡°I panicked and couldn¡¯t control the glider or my powers. If only I focused more on the gliders operation, I might have been able to prevent it from dropping,¡± said Wendy depressingly. These words reminded Roland of a problem that he had previously ignored. Witches had to concentrate when exerting their powers, hence their abilities were prone to fluctuations when in a state of panic. Thus, if a witch could not accurately control her ability mid-flight, she could potentially worsen the situation instead of helping it. It seemed that this problem could only be solved with more practice. ¡°How about¡­ letting me have a try,¡± Tilly suddenly said. ¡°You?¡± Roland said whilst a little surprised. ¡°I took your class too. If I controlled the glider, there would be no need for me to worry about getting distracted by the wind. This way, Wendy would have less burden to bear. And¡­¡± Tilly raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes shined itching to have a try. ¡°¡­I believe I can operate this big thing.¡± Seeing as Wendy was not against it, Roland agreed after a moment of thought. Roland had chosen Wendy for the flight test because of her ability. She could sense the changes in the wind and generate air currents to support the glider when required. Though, it turned out that supporting the glider with wind was not as easy as he thought. In that case, it should be fine to change the plan slightly. Since Tilly was his nominal sister and the leader of Sleeping Spell, it was also part of his responsibility to make her happy. There was only one prototype left anyway, might as well let them try. It did not matter if they destroyed it as next time he would prepare more alternatives. ¡­ When the third glider took off, Roland came to realize that he had underestimated Tilly. The glider initially flew leveled to the sea before steadily rising. When the glider turned down away from the sun, the flight rhythm suddenly started to change. It flew soaring through the wind, like an agile petrel, alternating between the sky and sea. Although it may be inappropriate to compare a clumsy glider to an elegant petrel, the way the glider turned, swooped, and ascended was very graceful under Tilly¡¯s control. Roland felt a beautiful sense of harmony from its movements in the sky. Meanwhile, he realized that Tilly was not overly relying on Wendy to produce wind. She only required it when the glider lost both its speed and height. At these times, she would adjust the position of the glider to allow the magic wind to lift it higher. She was using the control surfaces on their own to control the glider. Furthermore, she has had no more than 30 minutes of piloting experience. It was surprising to see someone so gifted. Roland then realized why Tilly was more versed in using Magic Stones than any other witch. Based on Agatha¡¯s opinion, Magic Stones were not easy to control because a witch would feel a sense of discrepancy. It was as if the stone became an extra limb when she activated it. Could this be Tilly¡¯s area of expertize after becoming an Extraordinary? It was this astounding nervous system that enabled her to coordinate and accept new things more easily and quickly. It explained why she could master the trick of steering an aircraft so quickly. Whilst in thought, Roland could not help feeling a surge of pity. It was a shame that he could not make a Gundam. Otherwise, the demons would have had to face an unparalleled ACE. An hour later, the glider was welcomed by the audience¡¯s wild cheers as it slowly pressed its tail and landed steadily on the grass. Chapter 980 - Ordinary People Chapter 980: Ordinary People Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Will Lady Tilly be responsible for writing the Flight Manuel?¡± Anna put down her book and laughed gently. ¡°Wendy won¡¯t be frustrated, will she?¡± ¡°Perhaps, she will, but I think she can take care of herself.¡± Roland moved a little to get in a more comfortable position. ¡°Why are you so sure?¡± ¡°Nightingale asked for an advance on her next month¡¯s Chaos Drinks, and Scroll applied for three ice cream rolls. I believe that with both of them being with her, Wendy will recover in one night. Besides, I also gave her two bottles of fruit wine to comfort her. I don¡¯t think she¡¯ll brood on her failure after she gets drunk.¡± ¡°Is the wine called ¡®Drink Yourself to Death¡¯?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s called Vanilla Medium.¡± ¡°What? Such a common name¡­¡± Nights like these were some of Roland¡¯s most relaxing moments. The two of them, having washed off a day¡¯s tiredness, leaned back against the soft, black velvet pillows and shared that day¡¯s stories. Anna would often prepare a book for bedtime reading, such as travelogues and biographies, while Roland would lay on his side and enjoy her beautiful face. This was one of the few times they could stay so close to each other ever since the construction of the railway in the Misty Forest began. Every four days, Anna had to take the train to the northwest and process the rail that Leaf had paved, then she had to return by train that evening. Besides welding the railway, she also had a lot of other work to do. Such as: making critical components of the weapons, Improving the new machine¡¯s tools, while making replacements for the old ones, Cutting aluminum bars, and assembling the glider. The industry of the Western Region had grown dramatically since the time it began. The people were using primary metal materials and production tools without the witches¡¯ assistance. No matter how fast the industry advanced, it was still slower than the speed of Roland updating the designs. It made moments like these all the more precious. ¡°It would be nice to have the Flight Manual written by Lady Tilly.¡± Anna shifted the topic back to the flight test. ¡°After all, your invention is made for all people to use and her feelings may be closer to the ordinary people. Besides, as far as learning ability is concerned, she has mastered almost as much knowledge as I have. She can probably offer you more help than Wendy.¡± ¡°Yeah¡­ this isn¡¯t something Wendy is good at,¡± Roland said, nodding. ¡°I should have thought of it from the start.¡± ¡°Have you thought out the machine for the new aircraft?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± he replied confidently, ¡°this is my expertise after all. Now that there¡¯s a dream world where I can find relevant materials, I¡¯m able to draw the design for a prototype immediately. We can start to produce the aircraft directly after the oil fractionation tower is completed.¡± After that, they talked about the other industrial problems of Neverwinter, including everything from technical details to development plans. The talk was comfortable and harmonious, Anna not only understood his meaning but also added many relevant comments and compliments. For Roland, it was refreshing to have someone so considerate and tactful. As Roland was staring at the girl¡¯s flashing eyes, his thoughts shot back to how few girls there were at his old mechanical engineering college and job. This would explain why he never saw any salary improvements and suddenly he felt that there must be a God of mechanics blessing him. Ana laughed, probably after being stared at for too long. ¡°Do I look that beautiful?¡± Roland did not answer. Instead, he let actions to express his feelings. He leaned over and kissed her ear. ¡°Had I known you were such a man, I would have acted earlier.¡± Anna smiled. ¡°Does she mean the night she intercepted him at the castle gate after the end of the first celebration of the Months of Demons?¡± ¡°What did you initially think of me?¡± Roland wondered. ¡°In my eyes, no matter how merciful you are, in the end, a prince is a prince. You were also above all the nobles, which are very different from us as it is.¡± ¡°Haha ¡­ sorry to disappoint you.¡± He pretended to be sorry. ¡°I¡¯m just an ordinary person.¡± ¡°No, it couldn¡¯t be better¡­¡± Anna shook her head and raised the corners of her mouth. ¡°Because I¡¯m an ordinary person as well.¡± *************** Two days later in the Barbarian Land. The main force of the First Army finally arrived at the station of Northbound Slope, on schedule. Iron Axe could not help having doubts, for it was such a smooth and peaceful journey as they had not suffered any attacks they had expected, not even aerial harassment. He had prepared to carve out a way through the many enemies, but he saw none of them. Their only battle was with a pack of hunting wolves. Apart from that, the entire plain was strangely quiet, as if all the watchers had been distracted by the sniper team. If that were the case, he could swallow his disbelief. But the information that the witches told him was not correct. In fact, the demons only strengthened their patrol forces in the first couple of days and then withdrew most of the Devilbeasts, leaving the outpost un-patrolled until now. It seemed that they had given up watching the area. After the army camp, Iron Axe summoned a meeting in the central camp with the General Staff and the heads of the troops. ¡°Why do the demons stay quiet? What do you think?¡± ¡°It is indeed a little strange¡­¡±Agatha, who represented the Witch Union in this mission, mulled it over for a while and said, ¡°Only the red mist can restrict their movement, but Sylvie said the outpost was still under construction, which means the red mist supply line is still ongoing.¡± ¡°Their motives would be easy to understand if they were nobles,¡± Knight Morning Light said. ¡°It¡¯s either because something happened in their rear or their reluctance to sacrifice a few Devilbeasts.¡± Then he turned to Agatha. ¡°Can Lady Sylvie see what¡¯s happening in the Taquila ruins?¡± ¡°The ruins are too far away from the sniper team.¡± Agatha shook her head. ¡°They gave up luring the enemy yesterday and are heading toward us.¡± ¡°How long will it take them?¡± Iron Axe asked. ¡°At least four days.¡± Agatha glanced at the map. ¡°Although the Magic Ark is fast, they have been heading in the direction opposite from the First Army¡¯s from the start. But if Lightning and Maggie move alone, the two of them will arrive by tonight.¡± ¡°There is no need for us to guess their intentions,¡± Edith suddenly said. ¡°Whatever they aim to do, it¡¯s a great opportunity for us. We have arrived at the station without any losses, and the underground supply line is running smoothly. It¡¯s the best start we could¡¯ve hoped for. What we need to do next is set up the Longsong Cannons and raze the demons¡¯ outpost to the ground.¡± Her plan stated the obvious. On second thought, Iron Axe asked, ¡°The Magic Ark is almost impossible to notice as long as it remains underground, right?¡± ¡°You can put it that way,¡± Agatha replied. ¡°Could Maggie bring Lady Sylvie here as well?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll tell her.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Iron Axe quickly made a decision. ¡°Battalion commander Van¡¯er!¡± ¡°Yes, Sir!¡± Van¡¯er stepped forward. ¡°Set up the Longsong Cannons and get ready to fire,¡± he said clearly and carefully. ¡°The attack will begin tomorrow evening!¡± Chapter 981 - Unexpected Start Chapter 981: Unexpected Start Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Morning Light climbed to the top of the slope and his heart raced as he watched the busy but well-organized battlefield in front of him. This was not the first time he has been on the battlefield. At the age of 15, he was already an excellent knight squire, following the Lord during the charges. When he became an adult, he even won the reputation of the first knight of the Western Region. He was no stranger to war. However, the atmosphere here was completely different. Before the battle, nobles would motivate, promise rewards, eat and drink in order to improve the army¡¯s morale. That is why the freemen and mercenary camps would often immerse themselves with wild cheers, similar to an open market with the only difference being the absence of wine. At such occasions, knights would always laugh at their men for being so oblivious of a few breadcrumbs, not knowing they would have to sacrifice themselves for it. At that time, Ferlin Eltek also believed that only nobles knew the art of war. Without a noble leading them, freemen would lack cohesion, just like scattered sand. Only when Duke Ryan was defeated at Border Town by a bunch of miners did he realize that the reality was different from what he imagined. However, since he was satisfied with achieving his revenge, he did not think about it further and instead devoted his energy to his wife Irene. Two years later, thanks to his father, Morning Light joined the Adviser Department only to find out that the war has completely changed. The First Army¡¯s discipline during the last month¡¯s march has already astonished him and yet, the professionalism they displayed right now would make most of the nobility feel ashamed. Without any agitation, everyone was familiar with their tasks: at the bottom of the slope, several trenches had been excavated, while the excavated soil was put into sacks and piled up to form rows of simple walls in front of the machine gun area. In the middle of the trenches, there were wired iron nets and chevaux de frise which were assembled on spot. Achieving a frontal breakthrough would be almost as hard as breaching through a city wall. Many cushion areas had also been set up behind the defensive line so that even if the machine guns were breached, they would not lose the battle. The Taquila witches could both protect the Artillery Battalion and provide support for the front line at any time as back up troops. The slope that was the furthest behind was the core of the First Army¡¯s attack¡ª 6 Longsong Cannons, pointing straight at the demon¡¯s outpost. The cannon soldiers were reviewing the shooting parameters, making the final preparations for the upcoming assault. All of this did not need to be arranged by a commander but instead, in just one day, the First Army turned this area into an adequate battlefield. Ferlin had seen the power of the new firearms during the cannon demonstration, but still, they were only machines¡ªthe operators of the weapons had to be humans. Moreover, it was exactly those freemen soldiers who really surprised him. A platoon with such strict discipline and clear division of labor was hard to be assembled even by the knightages of the great nobles. Even though he had previously seen the change in the people of Neverwinter, that was still nothing compared to his shock right now. ¡°Do you understand now?¡± Suddenly, Morning Light heard a familiar voice behind him. ¡°The answer to that question before.¡± Ferlin turned around and nodded at Sir Eltek. ¡°Yes. father.¡± When His Majesty announced that he wanted to unify Graycastle within a month and attack Hermes and the Kingdom of Dawn simultaneously, the Adviser Department did not have any objections but Instead devised a number of seemingly incomprehensible plans. The reason behind that was these weapons and soldiers. Thanks to them, no one in the mainland was his enemy, or rather¡­ the strength of the enemies could no longer be compared with his. ¡°Unfortunately, His Majesty forbade nobles to join the army,¡± Ferlin said regretfully, ¡°compared to sitting in an office, I would rather experience fighting alongside those people¡ª¡± ¡°Individual braveness is no longer so important. The Adviser Department suits you more,¡± his father smiled. ¡°Besides, it¡¯s a battle with unknown enemies such as demons so what if something happened? I am still waiting for a grandson. Irene¡¯s friend recently gave birth, I think. You should try harder too.¡± ¡°Father!¡± Ferlin could not help but hold his forehead. ¡°Fine, fine, I won¡¯t talk about it,¡± said Eltek while stroking his beard. ¡°The sun is about to set, let¡¯s go back to the camp. The Artillery Battalion will start firing soon¡ªcan¡¯t stand that noise.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Morning Light looked at the camp one last time and then went down the hill with his father. He also had another battlefield to attend to and finish his duties. ¡­ At five in the evening, the cannons started firing. According to the previously adjusted shooting angles, the 6 cannons started firing one by one, breaking the silence of the Fertile Plains. 400 hundred years later, humans have once again stepped into these plains, launching an assault at the demons. The first two rounds were to test and fix any discrepancies that might occur and after they received Sylvie¡¯s feedback, the cannon sounds became synchronized. The improved 152milimeter Longsong Cannon was a bit closer to its historical predecessor. In order to increase the shooting range, the ammunition chamber was doubled and the shells had to be filled part by part. So, the shooting time was also increased by half. However, driven by the higher pressure, these cannons could cause a fatal threat to fixed targets even ten kilometers away. Because of the increase in length, the weight was also affected thus bringing more trouble for the logistics. The final solution was to dismantle the cannons into four pieces and carry them with the Taquila worm carrier. Nobody could hear the sounds or see the flames that occurred when a shell landed. This was an entirely new form of war. If not for the several cannon battles that they had already fought, the soldiers would never believe that they could destroy the enemy¡¯s strongholds and cities just by a few repetitive moves, even without the need to face the enemy. There were mainly two reasons for choosing to launch an attack at sunset. Firstly, the effect of the Eye of Magic did not rely on sunlight and could also be used at night to guide the artillery team¡¯s shooting. Secondly, the Devilbeasts could not move at night. The demons had no choice but to bear their attacks all night. The Longsong Cannon would shoot every two minutes but other than the sounds made beyond the skyline, it seemed as if there were no changes at the battlefield in the middle of the night. On the other hand, in Sylvie¡¯s eyes, the landscape ten kilometers away had completely changed¡ª Due to the explosive waves, the landscape was turned over and dozens of Blackstone Pagodas were mostly destroyed. In particular, when the shells went through the mist storage tower, the explosion that followed made the black stones look like an eruptive volcano. Yet, she still has not discovered the whereabouts of the demons. Until the early morning of the next day, when everyone assumed that the enemy had abandoned their outpost, the situation suddenly changed. A large group of demons appeared in the north of the First Army¡¯s camp, eight kilometers away from the Northbound Slope! At the same time, Sylvie also saw dozens of Devilbeasts moving¡ªthe enemy, that had gone missing for several days, was now coming towards them. Chapter 982 - Unplanned War Chapter 982: Unplanned War Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What is going on?¡± In the central tent, the atmosphere in the air was rather heavy. The commander-in-chief Iron Axe was staring at the map on the long table, frowning. ¡°There is neither a red mist supply line nor a warning sign. It is as if all these demons appeared out of thin air!¡± They raised the alarm as quickly as possible and the platoons of the First Army were already in position but still, there was a feeling of confusion and insecurity within everyone¡¯s mind. And this happened during Sylvie¡¯s surveillance. How would they fight this war without the witches? If the enemy was capable of suddenly appearing eight kilometers away then what would happen if they suddenly appeared in their camp next time? If this question was not answered, nobody would be able to calm down. Outside the tent, the Longsong Cannon started firing again after going quiet for half of the night. Additionally, the rate of firing was increased to maximum¡ªit was no longer necessary to save shells since the most important thing now was to reduce the enemy¡¯s strength as soon as possible. ¡°It¡¯s impossible that they appeared out of nowhere,¡± Agatha said firmly. ¡°The Red Mist is essential for the survival of the demons, this hasn¡¯t changed. If that wasn¡¯t the case, they would have already taken over the world. The enemy¡¯s number is now close to ten thousand and without the red mist supply line, just by running towards here would result in their death, let alone fighting. ¡°According to previous intelligence, the outpost here can sustain at most few thousand demons,¡± Iron Axe said after a while. ¡°So what you are saying is that there is another supply line near us which was not discovered by the Eye of Magic?¡± ¡°This is the only possible answer¡ª¡± ¡°No, there is one more possibility,¡± Edith interrupted. ¡°Since we are able to make the supply line disappear from the surface, the demons may have also been able to think of that.¡± ¡°Digging an underground tunnel from Taquila to here?¡± Agatha shook her head. ¡°Without taking into consideration whether or not they have acquired a worm carrier, the construction of a tunnel that would enable the demons to move around is no small task and it conflicts with the time of their first appearance at Taquila. Furthermore, such a huge activity should have been spotted by Sylvie.¡± ¡°I am not saying that they started from your hometown,¡± Edith stretched and pointed on an x mark on the map. ¡°What if they only started from the outpost?¡± ¡°What do you mean,¡± Iron Axe asked with a deep voice. ¡°Don¡¯t you think that the location of the demons¡¯ appearance is a bit awkward? She pulled up her dangling hair and continued, ¡°Think about it, if we were a traditional army¡ªwithout regard to if we were human nobles or union witches, what would be the situation?¡± Following the question of the Pearl of the Northern Region, everyone turned their eyes on the map. From those who could enter the central big tent, some were members of the Adviser Department, some were commanders of the army and some were representatives of the allied forces but none of them showed slow reactions¡ªsoon, everyone thought of a possibility. In an instant, there was a sound of astonishment in the big tent. The sound of their sighs was soon covered by the cannon firing outside of the tent¡ªbut under the shaking of the ground, everyone could see the surprise in each other¡¯s eyes. Only when the firing stopped, Morning Light finally broke the silence and said, ¡°Are you saying¡­ that the outpost is a trap set by the demons?¡± If they were a traditional army, they would have to start a siege in order to destroy the outpost and that would mean exposing their back to the demons. So, if the demons appeared at that time, they would form a natural surrounding with the ruins of Taquila. So, under the attack from both sides, the first army¡¯s fate would be easy to imagine. The two opposite sides would just manage to fit in the two-kilometer battlefield and looking at the map, it looked exactly like a huge pocket. ¡°So they were certain that we would come?¡± Iron Axe asked. Edith did not answer but looked at the ancient witches¡¯ representative¡ªZooey. Compared to the most of them, Zooey¡¯s expression did not really change and her face was emotionless as always. ¡°If it was the Union then we would definitely come. Letting the demons build an outpost would result in an expansion of the red line which is suicide¡ªthe destruction of a city would always begin from the inability to stop the enemy¡¯s expansion.¡± She paused and then said, ¡°But they have never done this before.¡± ¡°Well. the times have changed,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region waved her hands. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, this explains a lot. The demons don¡¯t think that humans can pose a threat to a Devilbeast team and Neverwinter is a witch city essentially, so they set up this trap. If they were lucky, they would manage to defeat all the combat witches at once. So, to make us come, not only did they not attack us en route but also decreased their surveillance area on purpose, all of it leading up to this moment now¡ªwhat do you all think of this assumption?¡± ¡°Even if this is true, how were the demons able to hide from Miss Sylvie¡¯s observation?¡± Sir Eltek asked confused. ¡°You may not know this but her ability is not omniscient,¡± Edith replied. ¡°If I remember correctly, there is a considerable gap between her observation distance and her perspective distance. Hense, taking into consideration the Devilbeast, she is usually only able to observe at a limited distance¡ªunder these circumstances, the Eye of Magic has probably omitted a large area.¡± Hearing this, everyone could already guess the answer. ¡°Of course, I¡¯m not blaming Miss Sylvie,¡± Edith sighed, ¡°it¡¯s just that we relied too much on her.¡± Magic power, it was a problem that could not be neglected by the witches. In order to observe what the enemies were doing, Sylvie had to stay alert all the time and carefully plan the usage of her magic power. But the observation of the deep layers of the ground required a huge amount of magic power, just like a bird watching from the sky far above. That is why it was impossible to check every place on the Fertile Plains in detail. Assuming the demons can only hide near the Red Mist area, she must have checked only the area near the outpost¡ªand limited by the observation distance, the depth of observation would not have been too deep either. Agatha frowned. ¡°We can verify this point right now.¡± She then activated the Sigil of Listening, ¡°Sylvie, can you check what¡¯s happening underneath the Army of Demons?¡± ¡°Underground?¡± Sylvie, who was guiding the cannons at that time, was a little startled, ¡°I can try but my magic power¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s alright.¡± ¡°Got it.¡± The voice on the other side of the Sigil stopped for a moment and then everyone heard her surprised voice, ¡°This is strange¡­ the Magic Eye¡¯s line of sight has been blocked, I can¡¯t see anything. There is only darkness underground!¡± Everyone remained silent. This result had indirectly proved Edith¡¯s assumption. Being tricked by the enemy was definitely not a good feeling. For a moment, the only sound in the tent was the firing of the cannons. ¡°Pow, pow, pow.¡± At this time, Iron Axe suddenly clapped his hands. ¡°Lord?¡± Morning Light asked. ¡°If this is the case, then I can rest assured.¡± He said slowly. ¡°In the end, the following tough battle will decide who the prey is.¡± ¡°You are right, lord commander-in-chief,¡± Edith smiled. ¡°Though they did not guess their opponent correctly, the result is still the same. Both sides can be considered lucky. Or maybe, we are luckier¡ªto confront the enemy head to head in a carefully planned battlefield is exactly what we want, isn¡¯t it? They didn¡¯t have a chance to react to the bombing last night and now not only have they lost their bait but also have to face our fully prepared soldiers. No matter how you look at it, the situation isn¡¯t too bad.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region paused for a moment, ¡°Actually, just like what I said at the beginning, we don¡¯t need to concern ourselves with the intentions of our enemy. No matter what they want to do, we just need to kill off anyone who dares to come in front of us¡ªthat¡¯s exactly what the First Army is good at, isn¡¯t it?¡± At this time, the alarm sounded once again in the camp in a much more urgent manner. ¡°Air-attack warning.¡± Everyone understood¡ªthey were here. The Devilbeast, being the front line platoon, had already entered the shooting range of the First Army. Chapter 983 - A Fierce Attack Chapter 983: A Fierce Attack Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Well then, I¡¯m taking off,¡± Agatha announced solemnly. ¡°Off you go.¡± A cold sneer broke across Zooey¡¯s face. ¡°We¡¯ve been waiting for this day for too long.¡± Unlike the First Army, the commanders of the ancient witches were also powerful combatants. They would be the last to retreat when demons were approaching. ¡°Ms. Agatha, Ms. Zooey¡­¡± Iron Axe suddenly stopped them. ¡°Is there anything else?¡± ¡°Although I shouldn¡¯t say this, I think this must be what His Majesty wanted to convey to you,¡± he said thoughtfully. ¡°Please stay safe. Your being alive is the heaviest blow we can inflict on the demons.¡± ¡°Haha, I won¡¯t die so easily before reclaiming Taquila.¡± Zooey turned around and cast Iron Axe a glance. ¡°Thanks for your kind words. I do appreciate it, mortal.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. We know what to do.¡± Smiling, Agatha walked out of the tent. The sky had darkened. Compared to the defensive battle in Neverwinter last time, the number of the enemies this time increased by several times, and they flew a lot faster as well. They soon reached the very front of the battlement. The anti-aircraft guns at the front fired in succession, and in a short moment, the air was heavy with the oppressive sound of anti-aircraft fire. However, the attack was far from effective. Out of over 60 Devilbeasts, only four or five were shot down. The other demons, on the other hand, climbed even higher. ¡°Those freaking bastards, they¡¯re so annoying.¡± Zooey was distraught. ¡°I could crush them with my hands the moment they dare to land.¡± In the Union age, the best way to counterattack these monsters was to send out combat witches and Extraordinaries who carried a Stone of Flight. This was also the reason the ancient witches took armies of mortal men so lightly. Without the witches¡¯ help, a few Devilbeasts would be more than enough to disperse an army. ¡°Why aren¡¯t they throwing their spears?¡± Watching the enemies hovering above, Agatha frowned. But the next moment she immediately knew the demons¡¯ real intention. The mounted demons dived for the rear of the defensive line, exactly where the artillery battalion was located. Agatha and Zooey exchanged a look before instantly to the artilleries¡¯ position. ¡­ Fish Ball was responsible for the central area of the battlement. Because of his meritorious performance in the battle against the demons last time, he had been promoted to unit leader. Although it was not his first time seeing these monsters, the scene of hordes of Devilbeasts attacking him still sent a chill down his spine. ¡°U-unit leader, shouldn¡¯t we fire?¡± The team member with an ammunition sack in his hand stammered out. ¡°They¡¯re within 900 meters!¡± The lookout went livid in terror, his Adam¡¯s apple quivering. Fish Ball realized that everyone was scared. Even the most courageous of people would be truly terrified in the presence of such an unimaginable onslaught of enemies. Because of the permeating fear, Fish Ball knew he had to stay cool. Otherwise, they would collapse before the enemy attack even arrived. At this thought, Fish Ball swallowed hard and tried to speak slower. ¡°Just hang in there. Fire when they¡¯re within 300 meters.¡± Although the machinery instructor told them that the shooting range of Mark I type HMG exceeded 1,500 meters and that its scope range was around 1,000, Fish Ball learned from his personal experience that they could only hit targets within said range when Devilbeasts were flying steady and straight. The best shooting method was to directly use a concentric ring to noose the enemy based on instincts, rather than taking aim with the scope perched on top. A poor firing accuracy would undoubtedly affect the soldiers¡¯ morale. He preferred to shoot when the result was guaranteed. Nevertheless, the short distance between the battlement and the enemies also meant that the latter could launch a counterattack anytime. Fish Ball sincerely hoped that the additional baffle plate in front of the machine gun was durable enough to stop the demons. ¡°They dived!¡± The lookout screamed. ¡°Now!¡± Fish Ball pulled the trigger. He could see a stream of bullets whoosh through the air and crumble the gigantic figure that dashed forward. The Devilbeast at the very front, who had been hit by at least a dozen bullets from various directions, instantly turned into a cloud of bloody mist. The Mad Demon mounting on its back was no better, its skull cracked open, and legs slashed in half. Its figure was almost indiscernible as it plummeted to the ground. The death of the enemy exhilarated the soldiers who cheered at their first victory, which injected courage into Fish Ball. He immediately aimed at another Devilbeast that died in the same way as the previous one a few seconds later. When Fish Ball was about to redouble his efforts, the surroundings suddenly darkened. The sun seemed to be overspread by a grayish curtain, specking the battlement here and there with flickers of light. When Fish Ball realized what the ¡°curtain¡± really was, his heart stopped with a horror-filled jerk. ¡°They¡¯re spearing!¡± He yelled at the top of his lung. ¡°Watch out!¡± However, numerous spears pelted down and they had nowhere to hide. The only thing they could do was duck behind their shields, leaving their exposed hands and feet to fate. Fish Ball held his companion tight, whilst bracing himself to be penetrated by a bone spear. But the clash he had been anticipating did not come. With a gust of wind, the light was restored. ¡°U-unit leader, behind!¡± Someone exclaimed in surprise. Fish Ball looked over his shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest, and saw the battlement behind him was a mess. The air was permeated with dust created by the spearing attack. Some were lying on the ground, unconscious, whereas some wounded soldiers were moaning and calling for help in the midst of the smog. The six Longsong Cannons had all stopped firing. Everybody swallowed hard. ¡°What¡¯re you waiting for?¡± Fish Ball gnawed his teeth and snarled. ¡°Get back to your position and continue to fire!¡± There would be someone else responsible for the provision of first aid and sending reinforcements. What he needed to do now was to shoot down as many Devilbeasts as possible, before the enemies launched their second attack. The bellow jerked the soldiers out of their trance. The two anti-aircraft machine guns thundered once more. Meanwhile, the demons also realized that spearing alone would not completely stop their opponents. Therefore, they divided the Devilbeasts into two groups, one climbing higher to wait for the next round of attacks, while the other dealt directly with the soldiers on the ground through hand-to-hand combat, taking advantage of their superior physical strength. One Mad Demon dismounted and encountered a man with black hair. Apparently, it did not take male human being very seriously, for it casually drew the iron ax from around its waist and flailed it at him blankly. However, the man stopped his blow with only one hand! Eyes wide open, the Mad Demon did not even have time to think about what had happened before he saw his enemy aiming an iron tube at him. ¡°WHAM!¡± ¡°His Majesty¡¯s new weapon is good indeed.¡± Zooey released the demon who collapsed instantly, a big hole in the latter¡¯s chest. ¡°If we had this 400 years ago, Taquila probably wouldn¡¯t have fallen, and the Three Chiefs wouldn¡¯t have turned against each other because of disagreements on the continuity of the human race.¡± She walked to the unconscious demon and crushed its skull beneath her foot before casting it a cold glance. ¡°But we¡¯re still alive and have returned with vengeance. Now, it¡¯s time for you to pay for what you¡¯ve done.¡± Chapter 984 - A Furious Roar Chapter 984: A Furious Roar Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Van¡¯er scrambled to his feet. After confirming that his body and limbs were still in one piece, he breathed a sigh of relief. But his heart soon sank the next moment. Many people close to the Longsong Cannons had been penetrated by bone spears. It was hard to tell whether they were still alive. He saw some soldiers, who had been maimed by bones spears, searching for their broken limbs in the mud. Van¡¯er managed to fight back tears. The artillery battalion was one of the very first squads built and trained by His Majesty. From the beginning when they had fought against the Duke of the Western Region, all the way to the attack at Hermes, they had seldom suffered defeats. Looking at the astonishing casualties, Van¡¯er was heartbroken. But, Van¡¯er knew this was not the time for him to lament the loss. The angel of the First Army Miss Nana was currently at the battalion shelter. As long as the soldier sent to her was still breathing, Miss Angel would be able to heal him! ¡°Hello, anybody out there?¡± Van¡¯er shouted as he crawled to one of the wounded soldiers in a critical condition who got his stomach stabbed. ¡°Anybody help me?¡± ¡°Sir, we¡¯re here!¡± Two soldiers came out of the smog, trotting to him. ¡°Send him to the field hospital.¡± Van¡¯er stuffed the intestines spilling out of the soldier¡¯s stomach back in, together with the torn pieces of flesh. ¡°Make sure not to leave anything behind.¡± ¡°S-sir,¡± The soldier grimaced in pain. ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°Stop talking. If you have the strength to talk, save it to kill demons.¡± Van¡¯er patted his cheek. ¡°Hope you¡¯ll get better and be back soon, I¡¯m relying on you to fire. Do you understand?¡± After the wounded soldier was sent away, he ran to another field medic and asked, ¡°Did you come from the camp?¡± The man glanced at the badge on Van¡¯er¡¯s shoulder and saluted. ¡°Yes, sir! Is there anything I can do for you?¡± ¡°Continue with your business. Taking care of the wounded is the top priority.¡± Van¡¯er waved his hand. ¡°What¡¯s it like at the front?¡± After the artillery suffered the attack, the battlements within 500 meters were enveloped by thick smoke. Except for the closest cannon, Van¡¯er didn¡¯t know anything about the other squads. He could only hear the patterings of running footsteps in distance, and the occasional roars of cannons and guns. He was a little surprised that there were no reinforcements at this point, even though the field medics had been called to the scene. ¡°The demons are coming from above!¡± The field medic answered hastily while bandaging a wounded soldier. ¡°I just came from the central camp and saw those winged monsters land and engage the heavy infantry.¡± The demons landed after spearing? In other words, the present chaos was caused by the infiltration of enemies at the rear. That was why the reserves, who were usually positioned in the central zone, were not able to approach and reinforce the Longsong Cannons at the moment. It also explained why the front was still intact. Realizing this, Van¡¯er immediately understood what he should do. He must put the Longsong Cannons back into operation. The enemy wanted to prevent them from firing at the approaching demons, so he must stop them. As long as the front line was not penetrated, the enemies would sooner or later be exterminated by the heavy infantry. Although Van¡¯er didn¡¯t know where His Majesty had found those warriors with such monstrous strength, who could carry weapons comparable in weight to field artillery with ease, one thing was certain ¡ª their capacity for battle was only parallelled by the ferocious demons¡¯. ¡°I¡¯ll leave the wounded to you!¡± Van¡¯er ran to the ammunition case that had fallen to the ground and used all his strength to pick up a shell. He then staggered to the muzzle and pushed the shell into the bore. Then he loaded the cannon. It was actually two people¡¯s work, but Van¡¯er finished by himself. He was out of breath by the time the cannon was loaded. Van¡¯er took a deep breath and started to adjust the firing angle based on the enemies¡¯ previous marching speed. At that moment, the field medic dashed toward him, shrieking. ¡°Sir, behind!¡± In that second, Van¡¯er felt his blood freeze. Immediately, he rolled to the ground before even turning around. His instinct had saved him. With a loud clink, an ax pelted past him, ruffling his hair, and hitting the breechblock, creating a series of sparks. Van¡¯er looked up and saw a mad demon glaring at him! ¡°GRAAAA¡ª!¡± The Mad Demon raised its ax and stomped towards him, howling. ¡°I¡¯m done,¡± Van¡¯er thought to himself in despair. Although he had a sword around his waist, he could not draw it when he was on the ground. Even if he did have it in hand, it was impossible for him to block the blow, as demons were far stronger and faster than humans. As the ax got closer, Van¡¯er reached out his hand, attempting to block the strike¡­ ¡°Crack!¡± A wall of ice suddenly manifested between them. The ax smashed into the wall, sending ice crystals flying from its surface. Was I¡­ saved? Van¡¯er turned around in shock and saw a blue-haired witch performing a grabbing motion while watching the demon with a cool stare. She said to Van¡¯er, ¡°Come here, behind me.¡± Van¡¯er clenched his teeth. Although his legs were too shaky to support his weight, he somehow managed to get to his feet and walked to the witch. ¡°Gah, Vaaaakaaaa¡­¡± Van¡¯er had no knowledge of the demon¡¯s language, but he could tell that it looked murderous and furious. The demon dashed around the wall and crouched, the right arm with which it held its ax swelling rapidly. The witch, surprisingly, drew closer to the demon, while ice slowly spread beneath her feet. She looked like the Goddess of Winter. Just when the demon was about to strike, an icicle burst from the ground and sent the ax flying. In the meantime, the demon¡¯s arm was bent at a strange angle. A fraction of its grayish white bone was exposed to the air, hardly covered by any flesh. It was a gruesome scene to behold. Before the demon could even give a yelp of pain, the ice crystals proliferated rapidly from its ankles and turned it into an ice statue. ¡°Th-thank you.¡± Van¡¯er let out a sigh of relief. ¡°It¡¯s not over yet. There¡¯s going to be a second round of spearing.¡± The witch looked up at the sky, which was currently filled with ash and smoke, and called out. ¡°Miss Molly!¡± Van¡¯er suddenly remembered that there was actually a time gap between each spearing attack. As the demon had just bulked up his arm, it meant that the sky was dangerous once again. Van¡¯er wondered who Miss Molly was and was puzzled why she didn¡¯t seek shelter. ¡°Leave it to me.¡± While Van¡¯er was in bewilderment, a young, slightly childish voice came from the distance. Then Van¡¯er saw an incredible scene! Above him suddenly appeared a half-transparent blue ball which gradually grew bigger in size. Soon, it covered the area within a radius of 10 meters. Two tentacles at both ends of the ball dragged the remaining soldiers with minor injuries into a covered area while swaying from side to side. Right after all the wounded soldiers were transferred, the enemies launched their second attack. Five or six bone spears pelted down at tremendous, lightning-like speed, and shot at the ball. Van¡¯er could clearly see the spot where the head of the spear landed ripple as if the surface of the ball were a thick body of water. As the ripples split, overlapped and rushed forward, the ball started to tremble as though it would burst at any moment. However, the bone spears were stopped several meters above the ground. ¡°Good job.¡± The blue-haired witch withdrew her ice and looked at Van¡¯er. ¡°It¡¯s safe here for now. You can retreat with your people.¡± ¡°No, there¡¯s something I haven¡¯t done yet.¡± Van¡¯er grounded his teeth, forcing himself to get up. ¡°I have to make these damn monsters suffer before I go.¡± There was only one last step left. Van¡¯er shambled to the Longsong Cannon, limping. He picked up the matchlock and pulled toward him with all his strength! The scorching air around the muzzle soon cleared sky. The battlement, after 15 minutes of silence, was once again filled with thunderous roars! Chapter 985 - The Shadow of the Dragon Chapter 985: The Shadow of the Dragon Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As more and more Mad Demons and Devilbeasts were eradicated, they gradually recovered control over the chaotic situation. Agatha walked around the artillery battalion and found the ground littered with the broken limbs of giant monsters. She had to admit that in a close-range hand-to-hand battle, nobody could ever parallel the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. Their fighting capacity was absolutely phenomenal, and it was even greater when they were equipped with the new firearms invented by His Majesty. Had the Witch Union not received their support, they would probably have struggled to fight off these 30 Devilbeasts and certainly would not have had time to watch out for the Mad Demons flanking from behind. Nevertheless, it appeared that the God¡¯s Punishment Witches still preferred traditional combat methods over the large-caliber grapeshot guns to enact their vengeance. On more than one occasion, Agatha had witnessed an ancient witch give her opponent a final blow with a sword or even her fist after the latter was left sprawling on the ground under the bombardment of the firearms, as though they could only find solace in being bathed in the blood of the demons. It seemed that 400 years of waiting had changed many things. Perhaps the demons also had a difficult time understanding why they were being flattened by a group of ordinary men, who apparently possessed far greater physical strength and speed than them. Horrified by the unexpected circumstances, the last two Mad Demons, who were caught off guard by Breeze, pretty much stopped resisting in the end. Meanwhile, Breeze also impaled another demon who came to rescue his peers. Presently, the substitute artillery battalion joined the battle. Four more cannons that had previously been tipped over by the Devilbeasts were once again erected upright on the battlefield and were soon back to normal operation. At the same time, the first Longsong Cannon that had restored its service thundered continuously, further raising the morale of the soldiers. ¡°How many enemies left?¡± After everybody gathered around, Agatha asked Zooey. ¡°16 if they have no further reinforcements.¡± Zooey cast a glance at the sky. ¡°The flying Devilbeasts suffered a loss of about 70% of their numbers. Whatever their original intention was, they¡¯ve lost. But they still refuse to leave, which signals that they must be preparing for a final attack.¡± ¡°A final attack?¡± Agatha knitted her brows. In order to stay away from the storm of machine gun bullets, the rest of the demons all rose somewhere higher, even beyond the range of their spears. It would definitely be trickier and more dangerous for them to approach the fortifications on the ground a second time. More importantly, the army on the ground was now fully prepared for any upcoming strike. Even if there was another round of a spearing attack, the soldiers were confident in minimizing the losses. Since a defeat was certain, the demons should have been thinking about how to retreat rather than putting up a desperate struggle. ¡°You used to be a member of the Quest Society and rarely participated personally in open combat, so you might not know much about their operational style and behaviors,¡± Zooey explained heavily. ¡°A fully grown flying Devilbeast is very precious to the demons. Only a commander-level demon is entitled to so many flying Devilbeasts at a time. For this type of demon, completing missions is their top priority. They would rather be killed in a battle than retreat upon failure.¡± ¡°If so, why didn¡¯t this commander come down in the first place?¡± Breeze couldn¡¯t help asking. ¡°Because he didn¡¯t find a rival worthy of his attention.¡± A strange smile fluttered over Zooey¡¯s face. ¡°If there was an Extraordinary among us, he would have come down to challenge her long ago.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°It¡¯s probably in their nature.¡± Zooey rested her eyes back again on the sky. ¡°They¡¯re ferocious and barbarous creatures who enjoy slaughter. Although they¡¯ve been gradually bearing an increasing physical resemblance to mankind, they¡¯re still nothing but animals¡­ It was thanks to this violent nature that Lady Natalia and the Queen of Starfall City got so many opportunities to fight against senior Magic Slayers and finally elevated themselves to Transcendents.¡± In other words, the enemy was too proud to launch an attack at an opportune moment, yet had too much honor to desert his post when faced with defeat. Agatha was not sure whether Zooey¡¯s assumption was correct. However, she was certain that the latter was not any ordinary witch since she even knew details of how two of the Three Chiefs had been promoted. Agatha asked, ¡°Who were you¡­ in the Union Age?¡± ¡°Miss Pasha didn¡¯t tell you?¡± Zooey smiled faintly. ¡°I was one of Lady Natalia¡¯s personal guards, and I was also known as the ¡®Red Lotus¡¯ amongst the Blessed Army.¡± The Ice Witch instantly remembered the title. If Agatha had been the youngest senior witch, the most widely recognized genius researcher in Taquila, then Red Lotus could have been regarded as the most promising and powerful Extraordinary, and was the most likely to succeed Natalia. Unfortunately, the Union had fallen apart before that time could come. If Agatha remembered correctly, she and Red Lotus should have been of the same age. However, Zooey was currently not in any way similar to the person she remembered. Time had reshaped her character and turned her into a completely different person. ¡°They¡¯re coming.¡± Agatha was still lost in thought when Zooey reminded her. ¡°You go protect those fragile mortals. We¡¯ll take care of these enemies.¡± As if corroborating Zooey¡¯s statement, Sylvie¡¯s voice suddenly popped up from the Sigil of Listening. ¡°Oh heavens, what¡¯s that? Agatha, watch out! There¡¯re multiple magic reactions among the enemies!¡± Theoretically, each witch could only have one Magic Cyclone, whereas demons utilized embedded Magic Stones to apply their power. Therefore, demons could have more than one cyclone. The Union referred those demons with more than one cyclone as Senior Demons. They might vary a lot in terms of strength and fighting capacity, but all of them were, unequivocally, hard nuts to crack. ¡°Any problems there?¡± Breeze asked apprehensively. ¡°Oh, no need to worry,¡± Zooey replied slowly. ¡°The Queen of Starfall City might have selected the wrong path, but there was something that she was right about. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches are designed to battle Senior Demons.¡± Just at that moment, a shadow suddenly leaped out of the clouds and dashed toward the artillery! Following the shadow, the other hovering Mad Demons all started to dive to the ground. Although the machine guns directly below them could not really aim at the descending demons due to the restrictions on the shooting angles, the anti-air emplacements placed around them did not have any such difficulties in shooting down the enemies. Several demons were shot down on their way, despite their attempts to dodge the projectiles by zigzagging through the bullet rain. This time, the opponents aimed their spears at the anti-aircraft machine guns next to the Longsong Cannons. Beyond a doubt, their intention was to clear the way for the shadow figure so that it could reach the core of the artillery battalion. While Agatha was assisting the soldiers in defending against the pelted bone spears, she also noticed in surprise that the object that was plummeting like a meteorite was a colossal Devilbeast even bigger than Maggie. Its wings and abdomen, all armored in black, gleamed like a lusterless crystal. Even its head and horns were sharper than those of normal Devilbeasts, making it resemble the ¡°dragons¡± of legends at the first glance. When the ¡°dragon¡± landed, the earth trembled. The air was saturated with ashes and dust that blinded people¡¯s eyes. Immediately after landing, the Devilbeast opened its huge crimson mouth, producing a long, loud belch¡­ A burly black-armored demon crept out of the Devilbeast¡¯s wet throat and presented himself in front of everybody. Chapter 986 - Fiery Red Lotus Chapter 986: Fiery Red Lotus Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Although there were ominous magic reactions appearing at the rear of the encampment, Sylvie could not afford to dawdle. After giving the witches stationed there a hasty warning, she diverted her attention back to the Army of Demons a few miles away to the north while monitoring the battlements around her at the same time. There loomed something she had never seen before, so menacing and wicked that she didn¡¯t know whether it should be classified as a living being or an inanimate object. It was as big as a two-story building, its appearance resembling a reptile in the shape of a crab or a spider, although its torso and limbs were constituted of gleaming black stones. There was a twinge of stiffness in its movement. While its fellow demons were being blasted to smithereens under the heavy musket fire, this monster moved forward while being completely indifferent to them, almost like the machines invented by Roland. But it was not a machine in a real sense. Sylvie could spy some wriggling living tissue underneath its sturdy, thick shell, where a magic glow infiltrated the whole organism through numerous intertwined veins. She could only associate it with the word ¡°parasite¡±. A living being nestled inside a mass of stone and metal. Suddenly, the horrid ¡°Siege Beast¡± no longer seemed so fearsome when compared to this crawling monstrosity. Fortunately, the monstrosity was not invulnerable. The First Army could still cause it harm without directly hitting it. A cannon shell that landed in the vicinity of the monster would still be sufficient to damage its legs and thereby paralyze its movement. Yet there were just too many demons around the monster. Although Sylvie had been continuously giving firing instructions to the artillery, it was hard for them to accurately direct the shells. Each shell had to travel several miles before it landed at the targeted spot. By the time the Devilbeasts had broken through and raided the artillery battlements, only one out of the five crawling monsters had been stopped. While a bitter battle was going on at the rear, Sylvie was concerned about the front. The artillery battalion had probably not realized how big a threat they had become for the demons. In fact, among all the people who were participating in this war, Sylvie was the only person who witnessed the great damage caused by the Longsong Cannons. When a pack of demons swarmed in, that terrain eight miles away instantly became a slaughterhouse where the hordes of demons were mercilessly butchered. Every time a shell landed, pillars of earth rose 10 meters high and broken limbs were scattered into the air. Metal shrapnel and sharp stone fragments flew in the air, penetrating the enemies¡¯ armors made of animal skins and bones. The thick body of the Mad Demons thus became ragdolls filled with shrapnel. Dozens of demon corpses lay sprawled on the ground in the vicinity of the crater after each bombardment, their magic blood blossoming and soaking the soil underneath. Not all the shells successfully hit the demons, but it only took the artillery three rounds of firing to break their formations. Although the demons were dispersed, from the stiff manner with which they ran, one could tell they were stressed out by these unprecedented, lethal weapons. Had the Devilbeasts not interrupted their firing, the artillery would have annihilated all the demons already. Even though the artillery team had later restored the cannons, their firing accuracy and speed were greatly compromised. The demons had taken this opportunity to advance. By the time Sylvie spotted the multiple magic reactions at the rear, the main force of the enemies was only two miles away from the defensive line. Now, the soldiers at the front should have been able to see swarms of demons coming up over the horizon with their naked eyes. Sylvie alerted Shavi at the front as planned. ¡°The enemies are within the shooting range of the mortars.¡± ¡°Got it. I¡¯ll let the commander know,¡± Shavi soon replied. ¡°By the way, how are things going at the rear? Have they not finished those flying demons yet?¡± ¡°Something¡­ unexpected happened,¡± Sylvie answered hesitantly. ¡°But I gather it should be all right now.¡± ¡°If Andrea was here, we would have finished them already, wouldn¡¯t we?¡± ¡°Well¡­ perhaps.¡± Sylvie decided to hold back on mentioning what she had seen so as not to let Shavi worry too much. While they were talking, Sylvie suddenly noticed that the four crawling monsters among the Army of Demon had stopped advancing. They all threw themselves to the ground. What¡¯re they planning on doing? Sylvie immediately found out the answer. She saw the back shell of the monster fly open, ejecting a cylinder that looked like a black crystal. The cylinder was as wide as a man, its surface slimy as if it had been grown out of living tissue. Like the crawling monster, the cylinder was also filled with tons of veins and blood vessels. It contracted and expanded as the magic power within moved about. The next moment, the magic cyclone inside the monster started to spin and emanate a dazzling glow. In an instant, the black crystal cylinder was thrust forward by a great force. It whistled above the demons and bolted toward the Northbound Slope like a magnified arrow! At the same time, the mortars of the First Army produced a tumultuous roar¡­ Over 100 shells soared, tracing parabolic curves in the air. Pulled by gravity, the shells zoomed toward the scuttling demons. For a split second, the shells and the cylinder brushed passed each other. The two powers, human and demon, had once again clashed after 400 years of peace. ¡°Shavi, shield!¡± Sylvie cried at the top of her lungs. At these words, the bulky cylinder reached the defensive line. With a flash, the whole cylinder exploded. The crystal burst into numberless needles glinting in blue blood, and they rained down upon the soldiers waiting below. ¡­ The battlement was deadly silent at that moment. Agatha and the other witches immediately drove the artillery team away from the giant monster, leaving behind only the anti-aircraft machine gun squad to battle the last few Devilbeasts. Soon, there were only a dozen God¡¯s Punishment Witches and the armored Senior Demon on the battlefield. The Senior Demon surveyed everybody coldly and suddenly let out a long wail even louder than the distant thunder of the machine guns. Everybody could perceive the extreme anger in his voice. He then reached out his right hand and threw it up in the air. Soon, a flash of light escaped from his palm. Instantly, a crackling long sword appeared in his hand! The Senior Demon then swung the sword at the Longsong Cannon. With an earth-shattering crack, the iron cannon split in half. The cut surface was a bright red color as though it had been heated to a high temperature. The Ice Witch held her breath, realizing that the sword was powered by magic! But Zooey remained undisturbed. ¡°So what? Are you not happy about your enemies? You came down to have a final battle against your enemies only to find that your opponents are a group of mortals, and so now you¡¯re disappointed?¡± A thin jeer played about her lips. Zooey¡¯s tone was indifferent and even a bit derisive, but her eyes were on fire. ¡°You made the biggest mistake of your life in coming down here. If you had stayed above, you would have probably gotten to live a bit longer. Now, you¡¯ll understand how furious we have been over the past 400 years. Compared to us, your rage is frivolous!¡± Although they could not communicate, both parties were able to discern the attitude of the other. The demon threw the sword of magic at Zooey while howling, and the sword cut through the air like a dazzling thunderbolt! Meanwhile, the two God¡¯s Punishment Witches beside Zooey drew close, and all three of them spread their God¡¯s Punishment Areas! A strange force suddenly distorted the space around the witches. The blinding flash of the sword was engulfed by a fathomless darkness and vanished into the thin air as if the thunderbolt had hit nothing! The Senior Demon stood there blankly gaping. While he was in a daze, the other two God¡¯s Punishment Witches raised the large-caliber grapeshot guns. The battlefield was immediately saturated with the crackling sounds of gunshots. The demon shielded himself with a cloud of blue light, but the light was extinguished in a second. Even the gleaming black armor could barely protect the demon. As the shots continuously hammered the Senior Demon, his body twisted like a rag. By the time the firing had finished, the demon¡¯s inner organs and bones had turned into a bloody pulp. Chapter 987 - A Duel Chapter 987: A Duel Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Watching its master prostrate to the ground, the giant Devilbeast flapped its wings, attempting to escape. It had realized that the circumstances have changed in a direction it did not foresee. There were few Devilbeasts left on the battlement that it could use as a diversion to help it escape. As the Devilbeast climbed up, its gigantic body had weighed it down, slowing its ascent. Its decision to take flight was actually incorrect because if it continued to remain on the ground, the machine gun squad would hesitate to fire, fearing they would hit their peers by mistake. However, if it rose to the air, they would not have such scruples. For a second, most of the anti-aircraft machine guns on the campground were aimed at the giant creature. Bullets lashed at the Devilbeast, submerging it. The sparks flickered off its armor, its flesh was exposed and torn to pieces. It plunged to the ground and gave a desperate screech. Putrid blood streamed from the numerous bullet holes and pooled under its body. Pasha let out a long sigh. Zooey was right. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches were truly a great threat to Senior Demons. No wonder so many people in the Union had taken the side of the Queen of Starfall City. A God¡¯s Punishment Witch could block magic power and reduce the strength of enemies who carried multiple magic stones to their level. At the same time, their power rivaled an Extraordinary¡¯s. Thus, the creation of God¡¯s Punishment Witches could not only steady the fluctuating magic power within a witch but could also make them unrivaled when outnumbered by demons. Back then, this strategy was undoubtedly a ray of hope to the routed Union. Based on Lady Alice¡¯s initial plan, thousands of witches would have become first-class warriors if half of the non-combat witches were converted to God¡¯s Punishment Witches. The overall tactic of the Empire¡¯s final battle was to allow the combat witches to deal with the Army of Demons, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches to deal with the Senior Demons, and the Transcendents were left with the most difficult enemies. Since the God¡¯s Punishment Witches were primarily designed to exterminate demons, it was not surprising that they could kill a Senior Demon in such a swift manner. In other words, if God¡¯s Punishment Witches were so weak that it cost 10 of them to take out one Senior Demon, the Queen of Starfall City would have never bet on this plan. However, everything was just a little too late. Glancing at Zooey who looked content and delighted, Agatha had mixed feelings. Had the Union implemented that plan at the very beginning, the outcome of the second Battle of Divine Will would probably have been very different. Although the humans had been forced to retreat to the Land of Dawn, there were thousands of cities and towns still erected on the Fertile Plains with a total of nearly 10 million people living. The Union could have definitely built an army as powerful as the demons¡¯ from this huge population. But when they lost the Battle of Divine Will, the Queen of Starfall City had barely held any lands. All she had left was less than a million barbarians. This plan was thus considered her last attempt to survive the war. ¡°Did you kill it?¡± asked Agatha as she walked up to Zooey. The seriously injured Senior Demon was not completely dead yet. These grisly enemies were sometimes even more resilient than Transcendents. Even without a Stone of Measuring, Agatha could still observe the little remains of magic power in the demon run wild. Apparently, the latter was trying to fix its deteriorating body. Nonetheless, this did not mean that demons were immortal. They had a self-repairing limit. Even if Zooey did not give it a final blow, the demon would eventually die when it exhausted its magic power. It would also die when the Red Mist ran out. Perhaps Zooey preferred to give her enemy an excruciatingly painful death rather than a quick one. ¡°I want to let him live for a bit longer.¡± Zooey¡¯s answer surprised Agatha. ¡°There are many demons this time. We should be able to obtain a lot of mist storage tanks from them. Treat his wounds and provide him with some Red Mist. He should be able to live for another few days.¡± ¡°What are you going to do?¡± asked the Ice Witch with as she scowled. ¡°Rest assured. Although I really do want him to suffer eternal torment, I¡¯m aware that this isn¡¯t the time to take personal revenge,¡± said Zooey solemnly. ¡°If I remember correctly, there¡¯s a witch in another unit who can link two individuals?¡± ¡°Do you want her to link the demon?¡± asked Agatha in surprise. Zooey nodded. ¡°I know its certainly risky, but if we succeed, we¡¯ll have an opportunity to confront the demons directly. Since he¡¯s a commander, it¡¯s worth taking a little bit of risk to pry into his mind!¡± If it were in the age of the Union, the executives would have found it hard to resist such a tempting suggestion. However, the Union had fallen apart a long time ago. She believed neither Roland nor Tilly Wimbledon would agree to force a witch to venture for something so dangerous. Unless Camilla Dary volunteered herself. While Agatha was hesitating, she heard several loud bangs at the other end of the battlement. From where she stood, Agatha could see clouds of ashes spring up in from the northern front. It was as if something had just swept over the field. But she did not hear any intense gunshots. ¡°Is there another group of Devilbeasts? Or has the demons broken through the defensive line?¡± Agatha wondered. She immediately activated the Sigil of Listening and inquired about the situation. ¡°What¡¯s going on at the front line Sylvie?¡± ¡°A monster we¡¯ve never seen is attacking us.¡± Sylvie¡¯s voice from the other end of the line sounded pretty anxious. ¡°We require the assistance of the Longsong Cannons!¡± ¡­ The moment the cylinder blasted, shells from the mortars landed among the Army of Demons. Since the Mad Demons were all wearing animal bones and leather jackets, both the mortars and the 152-caliber howitzers could seriously injure them. In fact, the mortars were more lethal as they were faster and greater in number. Flying bullets and shells streaked across the air on the battlefield, killing the demons as they sprinted without cover. The explosions created blood mist clouds, as the soldiers continuously fired. Finally, the enemies stopped their advance. Sylvie did not really pay attention to the outcome of the battle. Apart from occasionally monitoring the enemies in the air, her full attention was mainly on the four sinister crawling monsters. Unfortunately, the mortars were not much of help against these monsters made of black stones and metals. Bullets could barely penetrate their shells unless they were hit directly in the face. Suddenly, the crawling monsters ejected a black stone pillar. To her dismay, Sylvie noticed that the pillar was actually a part of these monsters. The stones and its veins gradually peeled off and combined, forming a new cylinder. Sylvie knew that they had to eliminate these enemies who were capable of launching long-distance attacks as soon as possible. Its first attack had caught everyone off guard, resulting in a significant loss among the First Army. More than 100 people at the front were injured. Furthermore, some of the soldiers in the trench were shot in their shoulders and chests. More importantly, the failure to develop any effective countermeasures to this unheard-of attack had greatly impacted the morale of the soldiers. Luckily, the monster ¡°grew¡± much slower than soldiers loading their cannons. ¡°The Artillery Battalion are currently trying their best to re-set the Longsong Cannons.¡± Agatha¡¯s voice calmed Sylvie down. ¡°I¡¯ll connect you to the battalion commander.¡± ¡°H-hello¡­ Miss Sylvie.¡± The commander sounded a bit nervous. ¡°I¡¯m Van¡¯er, the commander¡­ It¡¯ll take a while for us to fully restore the operation of the Longsong Cannons. Fortunately, one cannon wasn¡¯t affected. If you could tell me the shooting parameters, I can arrange people to support you right away.¡± Sylvie clenched her fist, trying to suppress her excitement. She cast a glance at the compass in front of her and slowly pronounced her position. ¡°10¡ä 17¡± to the north, 2,310 meters away, please fire!¡± ¡°Copy that. 10¡ä 17¡± to the north, 2,310 meters away.¡± Van¡¯er repeated. ¡°Sixth squad, fire!¡± Chapter 988 - The First Victory on the Plain Chapter 988: The First Victory on the Plain Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The No. 6 Longsong Cannon was the one Van¡¯er inspected prior to the attack. It was located at the far end of the battlement. Although it had received two rounds of spears, it was practically unscathed compared to the cannons the Devilbeasts tipped over. Once the soldiers were back in action, it could resume its function. A minute after Van¡¯er received the parameters, the Longsong Cannon ejected flames in the given direction! As the target was two kilometers away, the trajectory of the shell was quite low. Both the soldiers and demons had heard the bullet¡¯s whooshing as it whistled pass. The only difference was that the demons heard an earsplitting thunder right after! The formidable lord of war had been revived! Due to the short distance between the large-caliber cannon and the enemy, its firing accuracy had significantly improved. The first shell had landed right beside the crawling monster. It generated a shockwave which flipped the monster¡¯s colossal body over, blowing away its shell and exposing the flesh underneath. The group of Mad Demons which happened to be beside the crawling monster were killed along with it. From the Mad Demons¡¯ positions, one could tell that they were deployed at that location to prevent a raid from the witches. Unfortunately though, they were deterred by the mortars. Left with no choice, they hid beneath the ¡°giant spider¡±, taking refuge from the flying shells behind its stone limbs. Nonetheless, this act was pointless. They had still suffered from blast waves which transmitted through the crawling monster. The shockwaves completely crushed the Mad Demons¡¯ inner organs and bones as it rippled through their bodies. By the time the scene became tranquil, the explosions were replaced with littered demon bodies. ¡°We made it!¡± Sylvie exclaimed as she swung her fist. ¡°The next target is¡­ 12¡ä 6¡±, 2,480 meters from here!¡± ¡°No problem. Will be ready in a minute!¡± Meanwhile, the demons who endured the pain of constantly being blasted by the mortars were finally within one kilometer of the battlement. Just when everyone thought it was time to battle, the enemies had suddenly stopped. The whole process was less than 10 minutes. The Mad Demon at the very front had approached within 500 meters of the Northbound Slope where the first line of barbed wire stood. But he moved no further. Without the interference of the Devilbeasts, all the machine gun squads, including the anti-aircraft machine gun squad, aimed at the enemies who swarmed in. The whole battlefield stirred up. The First Army¡¯s equipment was currently much better than when they had fought at Coldwind Ridge. Back then, HMGs were deployed in the blockhouse with great caution due to its limited number. They were used exclusively for attacking targets that posed the biggest threat. Now, the First Army no longer had any restrictions on their access to firearms and were allowed to shoot enemies at any distance. However, such an ¡°unscrupulous¡± usage of ammunition was very likely to be a one time offer only. The area within 500 meters of the trench became the hunting ground of the sniper team. Usually, the demons would not have any difficulties getting through the barbed wire as they could easily jump over the fence or uproot the wooden poles. But since their opponents were a group of top-notch snipers, these actions would be very bold and stupid to do. When the demons found out that they could not close-in to the spearing range, they went wild. This action was not a form of military discipline or a display of soldiers¡¯ morale, it was more like the desperate struggle cornered beasts. After thousands of demons died around the defensive line, the enemies started receding quickly. During the whole process, the First Army¡¯s machine guns had never stopped firing. The barrels had turned completely red hot. Compared to the intense fight at the rear, the front seemed to be relatively placid. Sylvie finally felt relieved. She was perhaps the only person who understood the graveness of the situation when the ¡°duel¡± between the two parties started. The last two crawling monsters had their magic spirals filled with magic power and were just about to strike. At the same time, the No. 1 and No. 3 Longsong Cannons were just fixed and had thus saved everybody. Had it been two or three seconds later, the stone pillar would have caused more substantial injuries to the First Army. Nevertheless, human beings had won the battle. Mankind were once again setting foot on this long-forgotten land. They had finally defeated the demons for the first time in 400 years. ¡­ Roland received the detailed report four days later. Due to the large number of the dead bodies, it took the First Army a considerable amount of time to clean the battlefield. Based on the instructions from the Taquila witches, they had to first burn the demons¡¯ bodies before taking away their magic stones. Collecting magic stones was particularly important. The battle did not technically end until they had stripped the demons of the magic stones. If demons, by some means or another, retrieved these magic stones, they would soon recycle it by using it on new demons. The final result was astonishing. There were around 6,000 demons killed in action, more than the total number of the First Army who had participated in the war. Less than half of the demons were directly killed by machine guns or cannons. Most of them had died on their way as they ran out of Red Mist. However, this did not mean that the demons were not fully prepared for this war. During the post-war clean-up, the First Army had found dozens of Siege Beasts that had been transformed into transportation tools. This number had not even included those blasted to pieces. The demons could have slowly recharged the mist tanks if the human beings had been in a disadvantageous position. However, their swift defeat had completely sabotaged this plan. It was impossible for the demons to retreat to the Taquila ruins from their outpost by relying on the meager amount of Red Mist they carried on hand. ¡°If I remember correctly, witches can also control those Siege Beasts, right?¡± Roland asked through the Sigil of Listening. ¡°That¡¯s right. Those beasts are essentially magic stones. With just a little bit of training, witches can also handle them.¡± Zooey cut in. ¡°Although they¡¯re a bit slow, they can carry lots of things. The Union used to use them for long-distance transportation instead of regular mules and horses.¡± Roland thought it would be a good idea to have them managed by the Ministry of Construction as the construction team was currently in need of some transportation tools. For city transportation, the slow speed was actually preferred. Although there were tons of Magic Stones of Tossing, it was a shame they were of little use. These stones were exclusive to demons because they could only exert their power when connected to a magic being. Thus, the First Army could only collect these stones together and destroy them. ¡°By the way, how did the enemies escape Sylvie¡¯s surveillance?¡± ¡°Let me answer that for you,¡± said Agatha as she cleared her throat. ¡°After the battle ended, we searched the entire outpost and found an underground tunnel connecting to a cave two kilometers away. In the cave, we discovered an underground campsite built by the demons where not only was there a mist storage tower but also a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation Pillar. The campsite was even larger than the outpost itself. This was their real stronghold. We were indeed all deceived.¡± Roland drew his brows together and asked, ¡°A God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation that covers the whole campsite?¡± ¡°Correct,¡± Agatha said slowly. ¡°It¡¯s nearly five meters in diameter and 10 meters high. The surface is as smooth as a clean-cut icicle. I¡¯ve never seen something like that before, not even back in the Union age. If I didn¡¯t see it myself, I would have never believed it.¡± Chapter 989 - After the War Chapter 989: After the War Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland certainly did not think that the demons had possessed such incredible power 400 years ago. Otherwise, the Witch Empire would have been eradicated from the Earth within a year or two. The truth was, however, that they had ruled the world for a short decade. After all, it was impossible to compete against the demons with only a few Extraordinaries. Once every outpost was protected by a similar God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, the witches would have no chance of survival. Roland knew how hard it was to carve out such a giant God¡¯s Stone of Punishment Pillar. The better the condition of the original stone was, the greater durability it had. They had tried to dig out the Natural God¡¯s Stone from the bottom of the North Slope Mine by shooting at it at close range but had only ended up leaving a few white marks on its surface. The only way to recover the stone was to corrode its surface with magic blood before processing it. Due to the great difficulty in obtaining them, large God¡¯s Stones were particularly expensive. Nevertheless, even the God¡¯s stone in the main hall of the Hermes Cathedral was not that enormous. According to the Ice Witch, it seemed that the pillar had been directly cut out of a Natural God¡¯s Stone by some sharp weapon. There were only two explanations for this: Either the demons had acquired some astonishing carving skills or they had developed a more profound understanding of their magic power. For mankind, neither of them was good news. ¡°We can tell from the demons¡¯ new weapon that they have also been busy over the past 400 years¡­¡± Roland tapped the desk. ¡°The third Battle of Divine Will is probably going to be tougher than we anticipated.¡± Roland¡¯s worst fear had come true. Compared to the demons back in the age of the Union, the demons nowadays were not only more cunning but also more advanced in terms of their technology. For example, they had created a hybrid life form such as that crawling monster, which was seemingly used to kill regular combat witches. As the crawling monster can shoot the witches from two kilometers away, the witch army would have no time to use their power to fight back when they realized they were under attack. Even a scout like Sylvie would find it hard to protect her peers when the enemies started mass shooting because her ability was only effective within a radius of five meters. ¡°As much as I hate to admit it, the demons do evolve faster than us.¡± Zooey broke the silence. ¡°If this happened in the Union Age, we would have probably been squashed already.¡± Roland could easily imagine how slim the witches¡¯ chances of survival would be in this situation. They would be double teamed and outnumbered by the Mad Demons on the ground, threatened by the Senior Demons lurking in midair, and also attacked by the destructive new monsters, the witches would be doomed to fail. The current problem was whether the five crawling monsters were the only ones in possession of the demons or just a very small part of their advance force. Had demons developed any war weapons other than those crawling monsters? If they had, what would they look like and how were they going to deal with them? Roland needed all of this information right away. Next came the casualties of the First Army. Roland already had a rough estimate of the number after the war. There were indeed few discrepancies between his number and the actual statistics obtained four days later. Without a doubt, the low casualty rate was largely attributed to Nana and Lily. There were 190 people injured and 75 killed in action, and most of the casualties were directly caused by the crawling monsters. It was impossible for the soldiers down in the trench to dodge the stone needles raining down from the sky. Once the needles had penetrated human bodies, they had, pretty much, nailed the people to the trench. In order to transfer the wounded to the shelter, the field medic must have had to pull the one-meter long needles out first. This operation had, consequently, resulted in a large amount of blood loss. Due to the mishandling, many soldiers had died within a few minutes. Roland would certainly not blame the rescue team. In fact, it was the first time for the field medic to provide assistance to the war effort, and they had actually bought a lot of time for the wounded soldiers. As Nana was not able to treat so many people at a time, she had had to treat those who had suffered fatal injuries first, leaving those who had sustained minor injuries to the rescue team. Roland could envision that as the war became increasingly intense, what Nana could do in the future would be increasingly limited. At the end of the day, the First Army would have to solve the medical problem themselves. ¡°Please bring the ashes of the soldiers killed in action back,¡± Roland said in a low voice. ¡°Graycastle won¡¯t forget them.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Iron Axe replied solemnly. ¡°So¡­ do you have any plans for the First Army in the near future?¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region asked. ¡°The enemies definitely did not anticipate such a great loss. According to Miss Lightning, the patrolling Devilbeasts near the Taquila ruins have reduced significantly. She only found demons more than 100 kilometers away from the ruins. Further, Miss Sylvie has also confirmed that except for the towering iron monsters, there are less than 1,000 specks of magic glow. In other words, the demons now have very few footholds on the Fertile Plains.¡± After a long pause, Roland made his decision. ¡°Head back to Neverwinter when all of the wounded recover.¡± ¡°Are you concerned about the supplies?¡± ¡°If we can¡¯t seize the ruins, there¡¯s no point advancing to the north.¡± Roland sipped the tea. ¡°Plus¡­ winter is coming.¡± Although the Months of Demons did not necessarily arrive during winter time, for people living around the Barbarian Land, winter meant endless snow and an overcast sky. During the Months of Demons, the First Army not only had to deal with the harsh weather but also watch out for the demonic beasts that lurked everywhere. There was neither any guarantee that both food and winter supplies would be sufficient in Neverwinter, nor was there ample ammunition for the army to wage a multi-faceted war. Hence, the winter in the Barbarian Land was always perilous. By the time the ground was covered by thick snow, it would not be that easy to retreat. ¡°I see,¡± Edith said. ¡°The General Staff will collaborate with Mr. Commander-in-chief and work out a retreating plan.¡± ¡°Safety is our top priority,¡± said Roland. After he finished the ¡°conference call¡±, Agatha suddenly cut in. ¡°Your Majesty, there¡¯s another thing that you need to know.¡± ¡°Really? What is it?¡± ¡°Well, the thing is that the Senior Demon defeated by the God¡¯s Punishment Witches is still alive¡­¡± After hearing the full account, Roland was astonished. ¡°Is it fine to connect the demon with Camilla?¡± The channeling would enable the channeling witch and the demon to share their minds and be fused into one. In other words, the witch would be able to learn what it felt like to be a demon once the two were connected. It was definitely not going to be a pleasant feeling. The soul transfer of the Taquila witches had shown that any transfer would create confusion and that the process was irreversible. As such, it was certain that the clash of the two entirely different living beings would be a disaster. This reminded Roland of the word ¡°spiritual contamination¡±. ¡°It¡¯s dangerous, so Zooey and I had a thorough discussion and came up with a relatively feasible way to do this.¡± Chapter 990 - Behind the Soul Chapter 990: Behind the Soul Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What way?¡± After a short pause, Agatha went on, ¡°Since it¡¯s very dangerous to channel a demon, we¡¯re thinking of transforming the demon into a man.¡± ¡°Are you suggesting¡­ a soul transfer?¡± Roland asked as he realized the hint. ¡°You once said that there are demons in the Dream World. This shows that the successor of Starfall City has extracted a soul out of a demon before. At least, this tells us that demons would be affected by a soul device as well.¡± Zooey explained. ¡°We simply need to transfer the soul of the Senior Demon to a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior. This way, it would bear all the risks that occur during the transfer, such as sensory loss and disorientation.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Roland nodded. In other words, the demon would be perplexed by the spinning sensations while being forced to adapt to the foreign human body. During this time, the channeling witch could easily read its mind. Furthermore, the witch would be more familiar with the sensations of a human¡¯s body than a demon¡¯s one. The method sounded very promising, but Roland was concerned about another problem. He asked, ¡°Has it occurred to you that you would lose a vacant God¡¯s Punishment Warrior if you carry out this plan?¡± After the church fell apart, they could no longer receive new God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. ¡°Compared to a senseless life, we prefer to stay in your dream¡­ So, that¡¯s fine with us,¡± said Zooey. ¡°Ahem¡­¡± Roland almost choked on the tea. Although he knew Zooey was a woman, he felt goosebumps crawl up his bare skins when the actual words came from a man¡¯s body. ¡°Just joking.¡± Zooey summoned up a rare smile. ¡°In fact, there are quite a few defective bodies in our warehouse that we can use for this project. Plus, compared to the potential gain from this experiment, losing a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior is really nothing. We would like to make the small sacrifice.¡± ¡°Defective bodies?¡± asked Roland after clearing his throat. ¡°It isn¡¯t actually easy to travel from Hermes to our hiding place, especially during the Months of Demons, because you have to climb over the Impassable Mountain Range. Some God¡¯s Punishment Warriors had indeed crawled there because their feet were eaten by demonic beasts. We surely can¡¯t use them to fight. Initially, we planned to offer them to nobles so that they could enjoy a life of immortality.¡± Roland twitched his lips, doubting if such a life would be truly an enjoyment. ¡°But even if they¡¯re defective, they should contain some power similar to a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. If the body releases its power during the experiment, wouldn¡¯t it cause problems?¡± ¡°That, you don¡¯t need to worry about. It took us decades to learn how to fully control a new body,¡± Zooey replied, ¡°and it took us even longer to successfully activate our God¡¯s Punishment Realm. A lot of people couldn¡¯t get the hang of it until they completed their second transfer. Even if the demon has some unusual talent in adapting to a new vessel, it isn¡¯t likely that it could do that during the interrogation.¡± Agatha added,¡±The worst scenario is the channeling being interrupted, but we¡¯ve confirmed from Sylvie that the pain caused by such an interruption is just temporary.¡± ¡°By the way, have you told Ms. Camilla about your plan?¡± asked Roland as he suddenly thought of a crucial problem. ¡°We have. She refused to do that at first, for this is something she¡¯s never done before. No matter who the interrogator is, she has to take some risks, but Zooey persuaded her.¡± ¡°Really¡­?¡± Roland was suspicious. Zooey was definitely not an eloquent person. ¡°It was actually very simple Your Majesty,¡± Zooey explained. ¡°I just told her that I¡¯d be the person who would channel the demon.¡± Roland was a little surprised. ¡°I¡¯m an Extraordinary and also the first awakened God¡¯s Punishment Witch¡­ So, I¡¯m the best person to channel the demon,¡± she said nonchalantly. ¡°After all, I proposed conducting this experiment, so I should be the person who bears all the risks.¡± Roland realized that this was probably the reason why he did not hate the ancient witches despite their astounding arrogance and haughtiness. They had greater courage than many people and were always the first ones to stand up to their enemies. ¡°I see, then do what you said.¡± Roland gave his approval after a moment of silence. ¡°Make sure that you keep an eye on the Senior Demon on the way back.¡± ¡°Ah, I¡¯ll take ¡®very good care¡¯ of it Your Majesty,¡± said Zooey with a smile. Perhaps, Zooey was more interested in escorting the demon than interrogating it. After the call, Roland sank into his thoughts. Do men and demons really have souls? If they don¡¯t, how did the Taquila Witches switch bodies freely? What is the mechanism of the soul device? If they do, why can their souls be extracted and assigned arbitrarily to any vessels, but can¡¯t be completely independent of their bodies? Why aren¡¯t souls immortal? Also the Dream World¡­ Why does such a world which is essentially a virtual space, look so real? How did it come into existence? According to the ancient book down in the ruins, the so-called light beams would lead to the Divine Domain. So, what would this Divine Domain look like? Roland believed that he would not know the answers to these questions until he figured out the nature of both magic power and the Battle of Divine Will. Regardless, he now had a chance to witness a soul transfer. ¡­ Time seemed to travel a lot faster compared to when they had left for the war. Since City Hall was rapidly expanding and had gradually developed a mature and experienced workforce, there were fewer things that required Roland¡¯s attention. Therefore, he allotted most of his free time to several major industrial projects. The pilot project for the glider was still in progress. The Aircraft Operation Manual drafted by Tilly, which initially contained only a few pages, soon turned into a big book as thick as ¡°Intermediate Chemistry¡±. When Roland added the cover to it, he had chosen gold as the font color. Thunder had slowly gotten the hang of the steel ship. Although he had experienced quite a few mechanical breakdowns at the beginning, after several upgrades, the ship was finally ready to sail. Furthermore, the construction of the Spellcaster Tower built specifically for Agatha had been completed in the last month of fall. This five-story concrete building had instantly become the new landmark of Neverwinter due to its peculiar architectural style and its extraordinary height. It was even taller than the lord¡¯s castle. Beyond a doubt, it would be the most conspicuous building in the city until the completion of the Miracle Building. Apart from those mentioned above, the construction of the oil fractionator and the new power engine assembling plant was also close to completion. Normally in the past, the whole Western Region would become quieter as winter drew closer, as if all the cities and towns had entered dormancy. However, ever since the establishment of Neverwinter, this was no longer the case. The city was particularly busy this year. There were crowds and newly-erected houses everywhere, from the North Slope Mining area all the way to the harbor at Shallow Beach. The hustle and bustle of the city impressed all the merchants who visited here. A month and a half later, the First Army finally returned after a prolonged absence. The residents in Neverwinter all greeted them at the meadow in the suburb. The cheers of the crowd were deafening. On that very day, flurries of snows drifted down from the sky. A long winter¡­ was coming. Chapter 991 - Burdened by Destiny Chapter 991: Burdened by Destiny Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After Zooey bid farewell to His Majesty, she led the God¡¯s Punishment Witches who were part of the expedition back to the Third Border City. After she took care of the arrogant Senior Demon, she was guided by Alethea to a secret chamber in the deep underground, where Pasha and Celine were waiting as well. Other than the captured demon, they were apparently more concerned about other matters. ¡°What do you think?¡± Shutting down the heavy Stone Gates, Alethea anxiously dropped in front of her. ¡°Can we win?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t we already win?¡± Zooey said matter-of-factly. Alethea pointed at Zooey¡¯s forehead with her tentacles. ¡°Don¡¯t tease me anymore. You know exactly what I¡¯m talking about.¡± As she was the only Extraordinary of Taquila, she undoubtedly had a closer relationship with the Senior Witches than anyone else. After the collapse of the Union, the ancient witches who survived began to follow the principle of ¡°every witch is equally important,¡± but the old class system still had some influence. ¡°Since she¡¯s so relaxed, I think it should be a good answer.¡± Pasha smiled lightly. ¡°In fact¡­ I¡¯m not sure,¡± said Pasha. Zooey also began to act more seriously after hearing Pasha¡¯s remark. ¡°Nowadays, the demons are probably considerably different from the enemies we faced 400 years ago, not only in the use of magic but also in the varieties of species.¡± She then elaborated on the entire battle process. ¡°Arguably, Lady Alice¡¯s idea was correct, but according to her plan, mankind would inevitably fail.¡± Evidence has shown that the God¡¯s Punishment Witch was indeed a viable weapon for restraining the Senior Demon. Unfortunately, this weapon alone meant it would still be difficult to contend with the enemy on the battlefield¡ª powerful armor did not indicate they would be spared injury. After being placed in front of the new war machines, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches¡¯ advantage would be formidable and impenetrable. Once they were at war, the plan of the Queen of Starfall City would lose its meaning. After confirming this, Pasha seemed more relieved and looked as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her. ¡°So that means we didn¡¯t follow the wrong leader¡ª Lady Natalia¡¯s decision was correct. This is really great news¡­¡± ¡°Yeah, this is really great news¡­¡± Celine whispered. Her voice was faint and choking with emotion. This was an incredible thing for someone who had lived for more than 400 years. But at this moment, Zooey empathized with the rest of them. While the majority of the Union¡¯s leaders supported Alice, they stood by the Queen of Sunchaser due to their different ideologies. They were utterly torn apart by an unjust assault on the witch¡¯s empire that entirely destroyed the foundation of the Union. Zooey would remember this scene till her dying day, when a severely hurt Blessed Army comrade lay dying in her arms and said, ¡°You were the ones who ruined it all.¡± Since then, they have felt this huge burden in their hearts. Death was nothing to be afraid of after all. What was frightening was to be misunderstood and abandoned by their companions, while searching for a glimmer of hope in the dark. If they failed in their mission, that would mean that they have destroyed the only way the witches would continue to survive. That kind of sin was unforgivable and could not be offset even by death. It was with this firm determination that everyone endured the unconscious shells and have persisted until now. Now that Alice¡¯s plan has been proven to be wrong, they naturally felt a long-lost liberation¡ªeven if the final outcome were still the total destruction of humankind, the fate of the survivors would not be as critical. ¡°Even so, Lady Natalia was just on par with the Queen of Starfall City,¡± said Alethea, rubbing her nose that had long since ceased to exist, ¡°We have not yet won the final victory. It¡¯s too early to celebrate¡ª¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Now that you¡¯ve become like this, even if you cry, no one can see it.¡± ¡°Pasha!¡± Zooey shook her head and smiled. ¡°I haven¡¯t finished speaking yet¡­ Although I can¡¯t say for sure who will win the Battle of Divine Will, at least I¡¯ve seen some hope.¡± After hearing these words, the three Senior Witches became quiet. In the 400 years of searching in the dark, hope was the most desired thing¡ªNo one knew whether the Chosen One really existed, but they had to continue searching. This kind of aimless confusion was always on their mind. The longer time passed, the more intense the suffering felt. In the beginning, people often discussed the abilities of God¡¯s chosen person and her apparent age and appearance. However, when ¡°Black Money¡± was used to begin the search for the Chosen One, nobody dared to talk about it. They feared creating a false image of the Chosen One as they would not be able to handle the disappointment when they¡¯d find someone fitting their standards and having them turn out not to be the One. Because of this, hope had become something of a luxury. However, now they could say this word easily. The ancient witch who realized this couldn¡¯t help but fall into a moment of silence. After a while, Pasha broke the silence. ¡°So¡­ can we complete the task that Lady Natalia entrusted to us?¡± ¡°Entrusted?¡± Alethea was shocked. ¡°Wait¡ªwe haven¡¯t even found the Chosen One yet!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have an opinion,¡± Zooey said with a shrug. ¡°In the ancient books of the underground civilization, there was no rule stating that the key holders had to be male or female, right? After all, whether or not they had any concept of gender was still unknown.¡± Natalia had left behind a will that said, if they could find the Chosen One, then everyone should treat her as the chief, destroy the demons, and rebuild Taquila. Although the Five-Colored Stone reflected a Chosen One that was different from what they had imagined and could not activate the Instrument of Divine Retribution, it was consistent in dealing with the demon. ¡°I also¡­ feel that there¡¯s nothing wrong with it.¡± Celine was the last to speak. ¡°The ancient books also did not specify that there should be only one candidate for the Chosen One. After we have discovered the newly selected witch, we can still change the candidate.¡± ¡°Since you¡¯ve all agreed¡­ well then.¡± Alethea sighed helplessly. ¡°Whether there will be a new candidate or not, we can forget about that for now. But I think it¡¯s unnecessary to change the candidate,¡± said Zooey, looking at Pasha. ¡°What you were once worried about has already started to happen.¡± ¡°Did the witches exclude you in battle?¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t that obvious.¡± She told the story of Camilla again. ¡°After hearing that I would be the interrogator, she agreed to the request of connecting the demon¡¯s heart. This also shows that although she was concerned about the safety of the witches, that did not include immortal monsters like me.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The atmosphere became a little intense. As early as a 100 years ago, Pasha mentioned this possibility. Although they considered themselves to be witches, the new generation of witches did not necessarily think so. Regarding appearance, characteristics or ability, there was no similarity between the two. They resembled neither witches nor humans. Roland Wimbledon, who was able to accept them so quickly, was more like an alien. As the history of the Union gradually faded, the new Awakened ones might no longer see them as witches. And in an extreme scenario, to explore the mysteries of magic power and the techniques of the underground civilization, the witches might even use them as guinea pigs. Although this idea was somewhat pessimistic, after centuries or even thousands of years, that could really happen. When she heard Zooey¡¯s self-mockery, Pasha sighed. ¡°I see, but I don¡¯t regret it.¡± Nobody answered, it was their choice as well. ¡°If we can accomplish the wishes of the Three Chiefs, our mission will come to an end,¡± she paused and said, ¡°what happens in the future is not something we can control¡­ But at least for now we can plan a way out for ourselves.¡± ¡°Should we hide in the mountains, disappear, or find a place to bury ourselves?¡± Alethea was displeased. ¡°Of course not,¡± said Pasha, shaking her main tentacles, ¡°we can be an indispensable force in the human kingdom.¡± Chapter 992 - Future Direction Chapter 992: Future Direction Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°You mean as God¡¯s Punishment Witches? The king who¡¯s a common person might not think so¡­¡± ¡°Power is not determined just by force,¡± Pasha pointed toward Zooey and said, ¡°Real strength lies in what influences the human kingdoms of today to change. This cannot be replaced and it¡¯s exactly where our strength lies.¡± ¡°I see what you mean!¡± Celine exclaimed. ¡°Compared to combat ability, this really is more important,¡± she added as she came to the sudden realization. ¡°Hah¡­¡± said Zooey. ¡°You can leave me out of it. This task would suit Faldi and the rest.¡± ¡°Hey, what the h*ll are you talking about?¡± exclaimed Ellen in dissatisfaction. ¡°Why couldn¡¯t I understand at all?¡± ¡°Pasha was talking about knowledge,¡± said the youngest Extraordinary, ¡°aren¡¯t there colleges, libraries and private scholars in His Majesty¡¯s Dream World already? Since everything in the Dream World comes from his memory, everyone should be able to learn¡­ Compared to selective transcripts, it would obviously be better to fully absorb all that knowledge. As long as we allocate some time away from our leisure time, we could start learning the most basic information. It wouldn¡¯t take more than dozens of years and His Majesty would be able to have an additional group of helpers that can understand what he wants.¡± ¡°The energy of common people will fade as their body ages, but we don¡¯t have to worry about this. A century¡¯s time would be enough to make a God¡¯s Punishment Witch His Majesty¡¯s heir. This is our greatest advantage.¡± Pasha added, ¡°Especially after he passes away. Only we know what the world will look like.¡± ¡°If His Majesty Roland wants to continue his plans, then it can only succeed through us¡ªeven if we weren¡¯t witches, we wouldn¡¯t be affected too much. In a certain way, it would be disadvantageous to us if there were any attempt to overthrow the will of His Majesty, but the Witch Union would certainly respond to that. On the other hand, if we¡¯re only in charge of knowledge, this would be good for any faction. Even if we don¡¯t possess combat strength, we¡¯ll still have force even if its very light-weight.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t this the Cloud School?¡± El grumbled. According to legends, when most human beings were still ignorant, some sages came together to fan the flames of civilization. They taught people how to make ironwork, weave clothes, and tillage livestock until human beings populated the entire Land of Dawn. Hundreds of years later, they reached the summit of their power. All those in power sought to win them over by any means, and many members then turned from becoming knowledgeable communicators to being the private collection of those in power. The leader of the sages discovered this point and moved the organization out to major city-states. He also stipulated that they should not be easily involved in politics, urging them to only focus on the mysteries of the world and uncovering the secrets of the ancient ruins. Since they were relocated to the top of a mountain covered by clouds all year round, everyone called it the Cloud School. Although these people rarely interacted with the common people, their status was still elevated. No matter how the kings in power kept changing, they were still respectful to the Cloud School. Every year, they would send a large number of supplies and young students, just to get guidance from these sages. But this period did not last long as the demon soon infiltrated mankind. The first Battle of Divine Will broke out¡­ It was at this time that a disturbing rumor gradually spread. It stated that these brutal and terrifying beasts were introduced into the Land of Dawn by a sage hundreds of years ago. The reputation of the Cloud School plummeted, and it was taken over by the demons as no leader willing to lend a helping hand. Finally, it became a dusty memory of history books. ¡°At least we won¡¯t collude with the demon,¡± said Celine defensively. ¡°And the title of ¡®manager of knowledge¡¯ is not so bad. It¡¯s better than the titles that were set by the Quest Society.¡± ¡°Anyway, this is only a preliminary direction. Any plans for the future can only be decided after the victory against the demons.¡± Pasha said as she smiled and patted Celine¡¯s head with her tentacle. ¡°Well, let¡¯s adjust the soul instrument. After the completion of the celebrations outside, we should also have finished our preparations here¡ªI don¡¯t think His Majesty has the patience to wait until tomorrow.¡± ¡­ When the residents of the city were still celebrating the victory, Roland had already entered Third Border City while leading the united front army. He was certainly impatient. If the demon city in the memory fragment was from hundreds of years ago, then the information stored in this Senior Demon¡¯s brain would be the latest intelligence about the enemy. Given the ineffectiveness of conventional intelligence channels for aliens, the significance of this opportunity was particularly important. As soon as he stepped into the core area of the hall, he noticed something strange. He saw that the Taquila witches lined up in a neat queue in the center of the hall with their leader the threefold original carrier Senior Witch. The God¡¯s Punishment Witch placed her elbows at a level position and overlapped her fingers onto her chest, before bowing to him. It wasn¡¯t the first time that he had seen this strange manner of saluting as it was usually the special courtesy of the lower level witches to their superiors. However, before he even had the chance to ask questions, the three carriers also overlapped their tentacles in front of their bodies and fell to the ground. The voice of Pasha also rang in his head, ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty. Taquila will always be loyal to you.¡± This made Roland somewhat surprised. The previous time she thanked him was probably due to the fact that there was a chance to defeat the demons and get revenge, but the meaning of the latter sentence was obviously different. Although the united front required all the coalition leaders to work for the leader, the other party¡¯s respectful behavior told him that these two were not the same thing. He suddenly remembered that Senior Witches themselves were the upper class of the Union, and that they would only need to salute the three Transcendents in that manner. Did this mean they considered him as one of the Three Chiefs in the Union? Although he was not clear why their attitude had changed so much, after being in power for so long, he was still sensitive enough to know that now was not the right time to investigate. Roland coughed twice and treated it like a normal greeting. ¡°It¡¯s not necessary to thank me. This victory belongs to all the people present. By the way, how¡¯s the preparation for the Soul Transfer?¡± ¡°We can start at any time,¡± Pasha pointed to a purple magic core behind her, ¡°please come with me.¡± As he followed her down to the core, Roland noticed that there were two stone beds set up next to her. On the left bed, there was a male God¡¯s Punishment Army soldier with no feet. His hair was gray and it was obvious that he had been transformed for a long time. The right bed had a figure that could not be described as human at all. Not only were the limbs missing, but even the black armor on its body was full of depressions. It was difficult to imagine it still being alive under such circumstances. ¡°Generally speaking, it would not be able to survive until now,¡± explained Zooey, as if she had seen his doubts. ¡°If Miss Nana¡¯s treatment was not available, it should have died the same day. In addition, Lady Agatha also helped a great deal, otherwise, we¡¯d not have been able to conserve the Red Mist for so long. However, in order to prevent the Senior Demon from recovering on the road, a series of adjustments were needed. The result is what you can see right now.¡± ¡°Adjustment?¡± Wendy said confusedly, ¡°How?¡± ¡°It¡¯s very simple. As soon as it starts to come around, I would give it a stab. Thus, most of its magic would be consumed for self-healing. This was the first time that I had done such a job, so I¡¯d almost caused it to stop breathing,¡± said Zooey whilst stupefied. In fact, it seemed that she was looking forward to this the most. Sensing that the atmosphere was a little tense, Roland cleared his throat and said,¡± In that case, let¡¯s not waste time¡­ We should start the transfer now.¡± ¡°As you wish,¡± Celine reached out with her main tentacle and inserted it into the core. Chapter 993 - Soul Interrogation (Part â… ) Chapter 993: Soul Interrogation (Part ¢ñ) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The magic core which was shaped like a giant spindle suddenly expanded while giving out a purple light. Its luminescence lit up the entire hall. It floated two meters above the ground and began to spin, looking like a fabulous merry-go-round. Seeing this, Roland had to admit that the magic power, to a certain extent, could not be explained by physical concepts. After this skeleton structure automatically expanded, all its parts could somehow stay in the air without falling to the ground under the influence of gravity. It looked as if there was an invisible hand holding them together. ¡°How did the underground civilization create these things?¡± He looked at Pasha. ¡°Can you make copies of them if I give you the same materials?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid we cannot do so for now, Your Majesty.¡± Pasha shook her head. ¡°Although I¡¯m reluctant to admit it, the underground civilization did have a deeper understanding of the magic power than the Union. Celine is already one of the best researchers of the Quest Society, but even she only learned to operate them in the past hundreds of years.¡± ¡°We are short-handed. It¡¯s a major problem.¡± Celine turned around. ¡°We can¡¯t activate the magic core simply by injecting our magic power into it. We have to connect ourselves to the thousands of sensors in it. Common people can never do this.¡± ¡°In other words, if I want to learn to use this magic core, I have to transfer my soul into an original carrier in the same way as you did?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°That¡¯s right. A summer insect never knows how cold the winter is. A deaf man never hears anything in the world.¡± Celine sighed with profound resignation. ¡°A human being can hardly imagine what I feel when I¡¯m operating the magic core. I can¡¯t find an appropriate word in the human language to describe this particular feeling to you either. Given that, now only Pasha and I can control a magic core.¡± ¡°Wait¡­ Do you mean that the main tentacle on you, which looks rough, is actually very sensitive?¡± Roland was surprised. ¡°Yes. Not only the main tentacles but also the other tentacles on us are highly sensitive,¡± Celine confirmed. ¡°They are able to smell and to feel cold and hot, wet and dry. They can sense even the slightest touch, and the main tentacles can even capture the flow of the magic power. So once you transfer your soul into a carrier, you won¡¯t be able to adapt to a human body anymore. Are you interested in it?¡± ¡°No, I was merely curious¡­¡± Roland turned his head away to stop the conversation. He had to clear his mind at such a crucial moment. He remembered that an original carrier¡¯s main tentacle was also her weapon and according to Phyllis, the carriers were as powerful as God¡¯s Punishment Witches regarding physical strength. Based on what Celine had said just now, he realized that an ordinary man who was unable to sense the magic power could never study it in depth. Without a reliable observation and measurement method, this study could only be conducted by a few original carriers for now. ¡°No. 3 core has been activated in the Soul Instrument mode. The soul transfer is about to begin.¡± Celine¡¯s voice interrupted his thoughts. Hearing this, Pasha and Alethea also inserted their main tentacles into the giant spindle apparatus. Roland widened his eyes in fear of missing a single detail of the process. However, this transfer process did not look as extraordinary as he imagined. Two beams of light shone out of the core and covered the two stone beds below. The magic power inside the skeleton structure began to surge. After 15 minutes, Celine sighed of relief. ¡°Well, we are lucky. The instrument has caught the demon¡¯s soul. Now, all we need to do is wait for it to enter the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior¡¯s body.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± Roland blinked. ¡°Yes, in fact, the Soul Transfer is a process of exchanging Keys,¡± Pasha explained. ¡°If you had observed the process through a Five-Colored Stone, you would have been able to see the demon¡¯s beam of light move to the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior.¡± Before the ancient witch finished her sentence, the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior who had lied on the bed motionlessly suddenly opened his eyes! His face was contorted and thus looked exceptionally ferocious. He could not stop shaking and his fingers, which looked like dead wood, twisted violently. Some weird sounds came out of his throat. Seeing this, all the witches around subconsciously took a step back. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. That¡¯s the normal reaction shortly after the soul enters into an unfamiliar body,¡± Zooey said. ¡°We didn¡¯t look any better when we transferred our souls into the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors for the first time. We can hardly eat or drink without someone else¡¯s help.¡± Roland pictured the scene: a group of exiled ancient witches kept fumbling around in a cold underground cave for a dozen years. He was deeply impressed by the willpower of the Taquila survivors. ¡°Now that the demon is panicking and in a confused state, it¡¯s time for us to get started, lady Camilla.¡± Zooey glanced at everyone and continued. ¡°No matter what you want to know, you can ask me directly. I¡¯ll repeat what I¡¯ve heard from the demon.¡± She paused. ¡°And I have a request.¡± ¡°Go ahead.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°As long as I don¡¯t gesture a ¡®stop¡¯, please don¡¯t halt the Mind Resonance no matter what happens,¡± Zooey stressed each word with due strength. ¡°The interrogation is the most important thing.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± Camilla Dary looked hesitant, which was a rare thing. ¡°I promise.¡± Without any hesitation, Roland approved Zooey¡¯s request. Seeing her determination, he believed he did not need to worry too much, and he really wanted to respect her wish. ¡°If so, I¡¯ll start to use my ability now.¡± Chief Butler of Sleeping Island looked at Roland profoundly and then put one hand on the shoulder of Zooey and the other on the shoulder of the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior. The next moment, Zooey looked miserable. It seemed that she could not stop herself from growling out. However, Roland immediately knew that this roar must have come from the demon and it might somehow be able to roar through the witch¡¯s mouth in the Mind Resonance. ¡°What have you done to me?¡± Zooey¡¯s voice sounded totally different now. ¡°Stupid crawlers, low-grade species, let me go! Otherwise, I¡¯ll make this woman suffer!¡± The witches could not help gasping. ¡°Is Zooey¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The demon is just bluffing,¡± said Anna, calmly. ¡°Look at her finger.¡± At this moment, the others noticed that the God¡¯s Punishment Witch raised one finger and shook it with ease. Apparently, she was not controlled by the demon. Roland quickly understood why she acted this way. In comparison to a question-and-answer method, letting the demon speak through her own mouth was a better approach since it would give the demon less time to think and prepare. ¡°You were defeated by us.¡± Roland sneered. ¡°If we are stupid crawlers, what about you?¡± ¡°I was¡­ defeated?¡± Zooey¡¯s voice sounded much deeper all of a sudden. She seemed to be stunned and caught in agony. Roland could not tell whether the painful expression came from Zooey herself or the confused demon. He did not want to give the enemy any chance to take a breath, so he continued to put pressure on the demon. ¡°Yes, you got riddled with bullets, and your army was annihilated. Half of your soldiers were killed on the battlefield, and the other half failed to flee back to Taquila in the end. We burnt down thousands of them and destroyed your underground camp, so tell me who¡¯s the low-grade species!?¡± Roland shouted out the last question to the demon. ¡°No, this is impossible, unless, unless¡­¡± Zooey shook her head violently. After a moment, she looked up and muttered in astonishment, ¡°Did you get a legacy shard and upgrade your species? Did you create those weapons¡­ based on the contents of the shard?¡± Roland captured the keywords instantly. ¡°What¡¯s a legacy shard? What do you mean by ¡®upgrade¡¯?¡± Chapter 994 - Soul Interrogation (Part â…¡) Chapter 994: Soul Interrogation (Part ¢ò) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN For a moment, Roland wanted to joke with the demon by saying, ¡°You are also a member of Tadarin? Forgive me. I didn¡¯t recognize you.¡± However, he gave up on this idea eventually. After all, he came here to interrogate the demon. He did not want to undermine his own authority. In the state of Mind Resonance, the demon could manage to understand and speak the human language, but when it came across a word without counterpart in its own language, it would paraphrase the word. Given that, it might misunderstand or misuse the most common words in the human language. Instead of answering Roland¡¯s questions, the demon rambled in agony. ¡°No, it doesn¡¯t make sense! You¡¯ve never entered into the Sky-sea Realm, and you¡¯ll never be able to do so. How can you get a legacy shard? But if you don¡¯t have one, how come you can defeat me? You are lying. I, Kabradhabi will never believe you!¡± As the demon¡¯s soul had been transferred into the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, it could hardly control its own emotions during this moment. Before the interrogation, Roland had decided to grab this opportunity to delude the demon into leaking information which it would never mention under normal circumstances. He continued to push the demon. ¡°Do you need more hints? You failed to lure my army into your trap and had to confront us on the battlefield, but before your army got close to us, they suffered heavy casualties. You led your troops to join the fight, wanting to revert this situation. As soon as you landed, however, you got shot down by the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. The fight between you and the witches lasted about ten seconds, and she¡¯s the one who led the witches to defeat you. Try to read her memory and then you¡¯ll see how vulnerable you appeared on the battleground.¡± ¡°You¡ª¡± Suddenly, the Senior Demon looked depressed. Zooey interrupted the demon by showing it what had happened during the battle. It took her just a moment since the Mind Resonance significantly accelerated the pace of information exchange. ¡°You can¡¯t change the result of the battle by denying it, and your thought sounds ridiculous to me.¡± Roland sneered. ¡°We¡¯ve never been to the Sky-sea Realm, so we can¡¯t own a legacy shard? I suggest we unify the concept first. If you don¡¯t tell me what a legacy shard is, how can I answer your question? Maybe in our eyes, it isn¡¯t a valuable thing at all.¡± ¡°Stupid bug, you must be joking.¡± Kabradhabi sounded very angry. ¡°It¡¯s the cause of the Battle of Divine Will and determines the fate of the species. You think it¡¯s not precious!?¡± Pasha suddenly thought of something. ¡°Wait, does the shard look like a red crystal? Is it shaped like a spindle and able to bring anyone close to it into a spacious hall where he or she will see something incredible?¡± ¡°The relics of gods!¡± Tilly exclaimed in a deep voice. ¡°You call them the relics of gods? Sure enough, you are just low-grade crawlers,¡± the demon responded scornfully. ¡°They¡¯ve nothing to do with deities. Each species has a shard like that. They can upgrade themselves by swallowing it, and once they lose it, they will become food for the other species. Now, do you realize how stupid you are? When those underground cowards died out, you still hid in a corner on the ground. How could you get their legacy?¡± Hearing this, Roland¡¯s heart suddenly jumped. That¡¯s why it was so sure that human beings couldn¡¯t get a shard or a relic. The four picture scrolls represent four different civilizations. A civilization had to defeat another to obtain its legacy. During the first Battle of Divine Will, when the underground civilization was extinct, we were busy fighting against demons. It¡¯s impossible for us to rob the underground civilization of its relic. He looked around and found that everyone had a grave look on their face. Apparently, everybody realized that they had just heard important information. First of all, what the demon said confirmed what the Taquila witches had thought about the relics. Roland still remembered that Wendy had exclaimed, ¡°How come we¡¯ve fought for hundreds of years just because of a useless stone? The Divine Will is so cruel.¡± Now he found that a relic not only determined the survival of civilization but also had high practical value for another civilization. That meant no party in this battle would be willing to conciliate. Secondly, according to Kabradhabi, demons had already upgraded themselves. Though it did not mention the specific process of swallowing a relic, it apparently attributed all the progress that a species made and the invention of new weapons, to the relic. Roland could not help wondering. Maybe, they can inherit the knowledge accumulated by another species by swallowing a relic. Given that, did they create the giant skeleton monsters and the strange demons based on the technology of the underground civilization? This is incredible. Even the industrial revolution can¡¯t achieve this kind of effect. Such a revolution needs lots of raw materials and professional workers, and it only happens when there¡¯s an enormous technological breakthrough. In comparison, inheriting knowledge by swallowing a relic sounds like force transfer in kungfu fiction. A species will be extinct and lose everything to its opponent after losing its relic? If it¡¯s true, it¡¯s indeed a fearful secret. No, it can¡¯t be counted as a secret. It¡¯s important news for human beings, but it won¡¯t affect the result of the Battle of Divine Will. For any party in this war, knowing the importance of the relics won¡¯t guarantee the ultimate victory. Human beings have never had a proper idea about the relics until now. That¡¯s why we can¡¯t rally for the fight for the past thousands of years and lost again and again in the battles. Human beings can¡¯t compete with the other species depicted in the painting scrolls. We¡¯ve wasted too much time on in-fighting. Roland¡¯s mouth went dry. He licked his lips and picked out the most crucial question among all the thoughts went through his mind. ¡°As you also refer to this war as Battle of Divine Will, do you believe that it¡¯s arranged by deities?¡± ¡°That¡¯s how you think of Divine Will?¡± The Senior Demon sounded much calmer this time, which was probably because it had remained quiet for a long time and had a chance to prepare during this period of time. ¡°Well, it seems not bad to let you know the truth before you die out. Listen carefully, bugs. The battle has nothing to do with the deities. It¡¯s just among the civilizations. The final winner will be able to upgrade and open the door to the Fountain of Magic. When that happens, the winner will gain omnipotent power and his will become the Divine Will! But, forget about it, stupid crawlers. You¡¯ll never get such a chance. You are doomed to perish!¡± ¡°How do you know that?¡± ¡°What? Do you think that I, Kabradhab, will continue to talk to you?¡± The senior demon sneered. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Suddenly, Roland noticed something wrong and called out, ¡°Zooey?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid that this female can¡¯t hear your voice for the moment. You used a soul-transferring trick to confuse my mind and then used mind-reading ability to read my thoughts. Bugs, you really haven¡¯t made any progress for the past hundreds of years.¡± Zooey now sounded cold and heartless. ¡°You dare to play magic tricks on me. You are headed for trouble. I¡¯m Kabradhabi. Though I can¡¯t control this body, for now, that doesn¡¯t mean I can¡¯t use my magic power!¡± ¡°Camilla!¡± Roland shouted to Chief Butler of Sleeping Island. ¡°It¡¯s too late. Say goodbye to this female!¡± With shrill laughter, Zooey closed her mouth. Camilla Dary went pale as if she could not believe what had happened. ¡°The soul in the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior¡­ disappeared!¡± Chapter 995 - Soul Interrogation (Part â…¢) Chapter 995: Soul Interrogation (Part ¢ó) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What?¡± Everybody gasped in horror and simultaneously looked at Zooey. What Kabradhabi said did not sound like boasting. Since the God¡¯s Punishment Witch was connected to the demon by Camilla, the demon¡¯s soul that had disappeared must have sneaked into Zooey¡¯s body. Alethea was the first one to take action. Whilst Camilla was crying out in alarm, she swung her main tentacle, which was strong enough to crush a Devilbeast, at Zooey. She spared no effort to press Zooey down to the ground and even the slate floor where the God¡¯s Punishment Witch landed got cracked. Zooey spewed out a mouthful of blood and passed out. The hall fell into silence. Everyone in the hall understood that Alethea launched a sudden attack to prevent the God¡¯s Punishment Witch from causing damage; since the demon might be able to control Zooey through the mind connection. Once it managed to make the God¡¯s Punishment Witch spread an anti-magic area, no matter how small it was, it would cause significant harm. This was particularly true for most of the witches, who were not prepared to treat Zooey as an enemy. In comparison to those witches, Alethea, a former commander of the Blessed Army, was much more experienced in fighting. She acted right after the demon blustered out its threat and did not give it any chance to react. Zooey was knocked down by Alethea¡¯s main tentacle and appeared like a dummy during the whole process. She did not fight back or struggle as the other witches had expected. It seemed that the demon failed to control the God¡¯s Punishment Witch successfully. ¡°Did the demon¡¯s soul really sneak into Zooey¡¯s body?¡± After a while, Roland broke the silence. ¡°I¡¯ve never encountered such a situation¡­¡± Camilla still looked frightened. ¡°Mind Resonance is just a communication method. How come Kabradhabi could get out of its own body and enter into Zooey¡¯s body through the mind connection?¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Tilly frowned and asked. ¡°We can¡¯t be sure until Zooey takes the initiative to speak to us.¡± Alethea loosened her grip on the God¡¯s Punishment Witch but still pinned her to the ground. ¡°Souls can¡¯t survive without carriers, otherwise, we wouldn¡¯t have had to rely on these things left by the underground civilization. Although wiping out its soul in the process is a possibility; it¡¯s also possible that it was able to successfully transfer its soul into Zooey¡¯s body. We have to prepare for the worst.¡± ¡°I think I¡¯ve a way to figure it out.¡± Roland thought for a moment. ¡°If I bring Zooey¡¯s light beam into my Dream World¡­¡± ¡°I can¡¯t agree to that!¡± Wendy immediately interrupted. ¡°Your Majesty, you should avoid taking risks as much as possible. Your Majesty¡¯s safety is of utmost importance!¡± ¡°Yes, I agree with Wendy. What if the demon manages to occupy your body?¡± Nightingale added. ¡°It¡¯s a real Senior Demon, not some loser on the Soul Battlefield!¡± ¡°I can control the risk.¡± Roland slowed down to consider his countermeasures. ¡°If the demon goes into the Dreamland with Zooey, it¡¯ll appear at a certain place. As long as we send a group of God¡¯s Punishment Witches into the Dream World to help me, we¡¯ll be able to kill it before it adapts to the new world. More importantly, the Dream World is different from the Mind Resonance. No matter what takes place in that world, it¡¯ll never affect the real world. Once I wake up, the time in the Dream World will stop and all visitors will be forced out. Given that, even if Zooey¡¯s soul is replaced by the demon¡¯s, I¡¯ll be able to get a clear idea of the current situation and come back safely.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Nightingale bit her lips and turned to look at Anna. ¡°Come on, say something to persuade him.¡± ¡°I agree with him,¡± Anna said, which was totally beyond the other witches¡¯ expectations. ¡°Why?¡± Wendy and the other witches were stunned. ¡°Because he once did the same for me,¡± Anna replied seriously. ¡°If he had listened to the others and hadn¡¯t taken the risk to come to my rescue, I would have been hung a long time ago. I can¡¯t persuade myself to stop him from venturing to save Zooey. And I believe in his judgment. He knows that he isn¡¯t alone anymore.¡± She looked into Roland¡¯s eyes while talking and then they smiled at each other tacitly. ¡°¡­¡± Alethea remained silent for a long time. ¡°I have to thank you on behalf of Zooey, regardless of the outcome.¡± ¡°And I would like to hear Zooey express her thanks to me herself.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll go and pick out our most capable warriors,¡± Pasha said gratefully. ¡°By the way, before we enter the Dreamland, please continue the Mind Resonance.¡± He smirked. ¡°Zooey asked us to keep the mind connection going until she gestures a ¡®stop¡¯. If she¡¯s in a fight with the demon in the world of consciousness, she will probably win in the end.¡± *************** ¡°Hey, female, guess what your bug friends are going to do?¡± Zooey raised her head to look at the Senior Demon and then looked at herself. Her chest swelled slightly. Although she was still almost flat-chested, she thought this body looked much better than a rough male body. She could clearly feel her own hands and feet again, but since she hadn¡¯t cut her hair for a long time, it covered her forehead now. She felt as if she had somehow entered the Dream World. ¡°Aha! They must think of you as an enemy and have you surrounded tightly.¡± Kabradhabi mocked. ¡°After they figure out what has happened, you¡¯ve a 30% chance of being imprisoned. When that happens, you¡¯ll be tied to an iron bed and soaked in your own excretion like a dumb worm. Of course, you¡¯ve a 70% chance of being executed right away too. After all, it¡¯s customary for you to sacrifice some of your own kind to prevent further losses; it¡¯s something you always did 400 years ago.¡± Zooey looked around and saw nothing except darkness. She wondered why she could see herself and the demon so clearly in such a dark place. ¡°Hey, did I scare you silly? Or, do you think that you can escape from this fight by remaining silent?¡± Kabradhabi sounded agitated. ¡°My patience is limited. You¡¯d better hurry up and understand the situation you¡¯re in. We won¡¯t die here, but if you devote all your energy to pleasing me, maybe I¡¯ll let you suffer less!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never expected a demon to talk such a load of crap before a fight.¡± Zooey tore a strip of cloth from her sleeve and used it to tie up her hair. ¡°If I were you, I¡¯d never buzz in front of a bug, even if I mastered its language.¡± ¡°Keep talking for now. Soon, you¡¯ll only be able to scream.¡± The demon sneered. ¡°I can feel the power of your soul. It¡¯s much stronger than the souls of most bugs. You¡¯ll make an excellent opponent for me. It¡¯s good to fight you in my last battle.¡± ¡°And then? When I¡¯m executed, what will happen to you? Did you pull me into this fight just because you want to vent your anger on me?¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s right. Fight! Kill! Torture! Upgrade! Bug, that¡¯s the attitude of an advanced species! Did you expect me to kneel on the ground and beg you for mercy?¡± Kabradhabi emitted a long, loud cry. ¡°What¡¯s so scary about death? My soul will be taken in by the Fountain of Magic and when my species reaches the top, my soul will return to the world!¡± ¡°You¡¯d better hurry up,¡± Zooey said with a straight face. ¡°They¡¯ll execute me any minute.¡± ¡°Rest assured.¡± Kabradhabi grinned grimly. ¡°You don¡¯t understand the mysteries of magic. In this world of consciousness, time will become sluggish and controllable. Here, you¡¯ll feel that the blink of an eye is as long as several years. It¡¯s my last battle, so I¡¯ll do my best to satisfy myself.¡± Chapter 996 - Fight with Pain Chapter 996: Fight with Pain Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ A long time. But full of pleasure. She felt as if she had returned to the battlefield from 400 years ago. But this time, she didn¡¯t need to worry about the pain of failure or watching her friends die in her arms. She was free from the heavy burden of responsibility. Best of all, both she and the demon could feel pain. The pain made the fighting real. ¡°Female¡­ I have to say you¡¯ve done a good job,¡± Kabradhabi said as it threw Zooey¡¯s severed arm on the ground. ¡°Although you¡¯re a bug, you¡¯re much stronger than most of your kind. I really didn¡¯t pick the wrong person. Your performance pleases me!¡± ¡°Really?¡± Zooey answered vaguely, then spat a piece of flesh from her mouth, ¡°Unfortunately, your flesh tastes disgusting.¡± Was this the fifth day since the battle began¡­or the seventh day? It was difficult to estimate the passage of time without the sun, moon, and stars, so she could only roughly estimate it based on her body¡¯s natural reactions. Time here should be fixed in a cycle. For example, thirst and hunger would suddenly disappear when they became apparent and then reset. It was sensible to regard this cycle as a day. Otherwise, it would be impossible for people to fight for years. They would lose strength and be unable to move within days. She felt a sharp pain from her arm where it had been cut off. It was obviously an unfair battle. The demon could create a long sword with its magic power, while she only had her arms, legs, and teeth. But Zooey did not care about whether it was fair or not. Because victory or failure was not important. On the battlefield of old, she had to kill the enemy and protect herself, but not here. Here, the severed limbs would regenerate. No matter how severely she was wounded, she would not lose consciousness. Without death, the pain became eternal. It was not necessary to use a sword to cause pain. She noticed that this was the first time that the demon took the initiative to slow down the pace and talk. ¡°But your persistence is meaningless,¡± the Senior Demon said, as it pressed on its wounded shoulder. The bloody wound quickly recovered. ¡°Attacks like this are nothing to me. If you want to beat me with your teeth, I¡¯m afraid you¡¯ll be disappointed. I¡¯ll knock out your teeth one by one and then make you swallow them. Get ready for it!¡± ¡°But you still feel the pain, don¡¯t you?¡± Zooey gasped and watched her arm recover. ¡°By the way, I¡¯d like to ask one more thing. Is that pain particularly familiar?¡± ¡°Female, what do you mean?¡± No, I have to be patient. I can¡¯t let it see my intoxication, as it¡¯ll reduce the fun¡ª In spite of this, she still couldn¡¯t help chuckling. ¡°When you were half dead, you should have felt it every day¡­¡± She pointed at the shoulder blade, ¡°Being stabbed here and having your flesh cut away. With how much your body was shaking, you must have felt not so good. Ah, I forgot to tell you. The person who cared for you along the way was me.¡± ¡°Bug¡ª!¡±Kabradhabi was furious and lifted his sword, snarling, ¡°I¡¯ll crush you!¡± ¡­ The sixteenth day, or maybe longer. The dark ground was covered with blood, mostly reddish-brown, and some black-blue. In addition, broken limbs, internal organs¡­ and of course, teeth, were scattered everywhere. Although the lost parts would regenerate before long, the blood and scattered parts would not disappear. In this environment, they accidentally slipped again and again. But because of this, Zooey got two weapons¡ª one of her thigh bones and half of the demon¡¯s spine. The former was like a short hammer, and the latter could be used as a sword. As long as they didn¡¯t directly hit the demon¡¯s magic sword, they were quite useful to her. 400 years was long enough to make her an expert in all kinds of weapons. And her favorite place to attack was still its shoulder. Pain was sometimes unrelated to the size of the wound. ¡°If you¡¯re tired, you might take a break now,¡± Zooey said, hanging the spine around her waist and moving her numb wrists. ¡°After all, you have to torture me for a long time. It would be better to take your time.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The demon did not respond for the first time. Its chest heaved as it was breathing deeply, and its scarlet eyes stared at the Extraordinary. The initial contempt faded from its human-like face. Their relative strength had not changed. The various abilities of a Senior Demon had ensured its superior position in this fight. Zooey needed to pay several times the cost in order to strike her opponent. Once she made a mistake, she would suffer for a long time. It was not unusual that her fingers were broken and her belly was torn apart. Even so, the atmosphere gradually changed. Zooey did not take any notice of its silence. ¡°Let me ask¡­ Is this space created by you?¡± The demon probably needed to rest for a moment. Kabradhabi slowly said, ¡°This is a stream of consciousness, a combination of magic power and the soul. It doesn¡¯t need anyone to create it. It¡¯s hard to understand for a bug like you. Almost no one has a chance to enter the stream of consciousness¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯ve seen a bigger one, which was as complete as a real world,¡± she interrupted. ¡°There were trees, sky, and earth. It¡¯s not like here. There is nothing here.¡± ¡°Nonsense, female!¡± the demon roared, ¡°You have no idea how much magic power it consumes to construct entities in the stream of consciousness, let alone a complete world! Only the Fountain of Magic can do that!¡± ¡°It¡¯s the Fountain of Magic again¡­ It¡¯s just like the domain of deities, an illusion. No one has been there, but they talk as if they¡¯ve seen it.¡± Zooey took off the spine bone and held it with her hand. ¡°This is engraved in the heritage. But you would know nothing about it!¡± ¡°Then can you elaborate further and come up with some evidence to convince me?.¡± ¡°Female, do you think I¡¯m a fool?¡± Kabradhabi was furious. ¡°How can I, lord Kabradhabi, be deceived by such a clumsy technique¡ª¡± Before it finished its words, a ¡°spear¡± pierced through its head. The white spear was the spine thrown by Zooey. ¡°Since you don¡¯t want to say anything, then that¡¯s the end of the rest. When you want to talk about it, we¡¯ll take a rest again.¡± She held the thigh bone and rushed toward the staggering demon. ¡­ Dozens of days later. ¡°Why,¡± asked Kabradhabi, who had completely lost its original momentum. It held its Magic Sword in front of its chest, staring at Zooey as if she were a monster, ¡°Don¡¯t you fear pain?¡± ¡°The war 400 years ago made me accustomed to it, while hibernating for 400 years made me forget it. If you regained something which had always accompanied you, would you fear it?¡± Zooey raised her lips. At this moment, she no longer had to conceal herself. ¡°In fact, I have to thank you. You¡¯ve compensated for the feelings which King Roland can¡¯t give me.¡± ¡°You¡­ are crazy!¡± ¡°This is only a brief moment compared to hundreds of years. Now, it¡¯s your turn to please me.¡± When Zooey once again stabbed her fingers into the demon¡¯s chest, the sight in front of her suddenly twisted. The blood, flesh, and body parts all turned into nothingness, and a strong sensation of dizziness overwhelmed her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the hall dome of Third Border City. Chapter 997 - Suppression Chapter 997: Suppression Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°She, she woke up!¡± Zooey heard a cry of astonishment and then saw several sharp swords held to her neck. ¡°Don¡¯t move!¡± Alethea¡¯s voice also appeared in her mind, ¡°You¡¯d better stay still until we confirm who you are.¡± ¡°So that was why¡­¡± She noticed that her hands and feet were tied with iron locks, and she was lying on the stone bed where the demon originally was. Her partners were wielding swords, standing guard around her. She thought, ¡°This is indeed a wise decision. It¡¯s quite necessary to confine me before they¡¯re clear whether it¡¯s me or the demon who occupies the shell of the God¡¯s Punishment soldier. They did not ask for my identity. Instead, they decided to make the judgment by themselves, which is a mature decision.¡± After all, since the demon has occupied my body, any answer might be a lie. If Kabradhabi did not make it up, the dozens of days in the dark stream of consciousness was equivalent to only a few minutes in reality. It must have been Alethea who made the correct judgments and took countermeasures in such a short period of time. With such partners, I really have nothing to worry about. When Zooey was about to close her eyes and leave it to them, what she saw in the crowd made her frown. What are they doing? She saw another stone bed beneath the magic core. Though she could not see who was lying on it, the answer was almost self-evident as the witches were crowding beside it. She soon came up with a possibility¡ª Do they plan to confirm my identity through King Roland¡¯s Dream World? No, no one here can force Roland to do it. If it¡¯s real, then it can only have been prompted by himself. But¡­ this is too inappropriate! How can Alethea agree with this plan? Doesn¡¯t she know what the mortal king means to the God¡¯s Punishment Witches? What¡¯s more, according to the demon¡¯s words, their understanding of magic power is far better than ours. If the Dream World is also built by magic power, then it¡¯s a risky move to allow a Senior Demon into it. I shouldn¡¯t have praised her! Thinking of this, Zooey could no longer keep quiet. She cried,¡±Wait. Don¡¯t open the Dream World. I¡¯m Zooey!¡± Alethea took a look at her but didn¡¯t respond. ¡°Listen, Kabradhabi can revise the effect of magic power to a certain extent. If you let it enter the Dream World, we don¡¯t know what will happen. Wake His Majesty up. Quickly!¡± ¡°Oh? Really? To be honest, lying on that stone board is chilling. If I don¡¯t put a quilt on it, I really can¡¯t fall asleep. But if you were the demon, you could also say that.¡± Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed behind her. Zooey tried to raise her neck and look backward. Then she saw a grey-haired man¡ª It was Roland Wimbledon, the mortal king. She immediately felt relieved. It turns out that he has not yet lied on it. Great. For some reason, her senseless body felt a hint of warmth and satisfaction, as if it were no longer empty, though she did not know how to describe it. Compared with the pain which reminded her the suffering she¡¯d been through, this completely different feeling made her feel calm and contented. Zooey lightly sighed and said, ¡°Indeed, if the demon occupied this body, it might see this information. So my method is very simple. Just let Ms. Camilla reconnect the demon and me.¡± ¡°I¡­ I did notice a soul movement just now, so I suspended the Mind Resonance.¡± Noticing everyone staring at her, Camilla Dary hesitatingly replied, ¡°But I can¡¯t tell which soul belongs to the demon.¡± ¡°Are you sure that you want to enter the Mind Resonance state?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. There isn¡¯t a third soul here. Once it admits, you¡¯ll know the truth.¡± ¡°Make the demon¡­ admit?¡± The crowd did not know how to respond. ¡°No matter what happens, it won¡¯t get worse anyway,¡± Pasha said. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter if you try. If Zooey is on the other side, I¡¯ll be able to tell.¡± ¡°In that case,¡± Roland looked around and quickly made a decision. ¡°Connect them again.¡± The familiar sensation quickly enveloped her. Zooey directly transmitted her thoughts to Kabradhabi¡¯s mind, ¡°I said before. I won¡¯t stop until I¡¯m satisfied.¡± ¡°Female¡ªdon¡¯t be too proud!¡± Almost at the same time, she heard the angry voice of the demon. ¡°If you don¡¯t want to talk about this, then I¡¯ll change a topic. You should know what I am thinking now?¡± ¡°Well, why should I admit? Use your own method to tell.¡± The demon sneered, ¡°I would like to see how you¡¯ll distinguish between different souls without knowledge of the stream of consciousness.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t say it, then I¡¯ll just go directly,¡± Zooey said carelessly. ¡°Wait, wait¡­ What does that mean?¡± ¡°Of course, going to your side. I can use the resonance channel to transfer my soul and enter the stream of consciousness. I suddenly realize I can also do that. Though you keep saying we¡¯re bugs, actually, the Extraordinaries are similarly sensitive to the flow of magic power. Even if I can¡¯t explain it, I can try to imitate it.¡± She chuckled and said, ¡°Do you remember what I said before? If you don¡¯t tell me, then it¡¯s the end of your rest.¡± The voice of Kabradhabi suddenly changed. ¡°No¡­ female, I mean¡­ wait!¡± ¡°Even if you transfer again, it doesn¡¯t matter. I can still catch you easily. After all, there are just two shells.¡± Zooey said carelessly, ¡°Well, this time it¡¯ll be far more than a few dozen days. Are you ready?¡± Mind Resonance did not mean you couldn¡¯t lie, especially when one side was in a weak situation. When the demon felt her overwhelming evil intent, it finally closed its mouth. A moment later, it grinned¡ªusing the shell of the crippled God¡¯s Punishment soldier. Though it sounded a bit panicky, it still tried its best to bluff, ¡°Enough! You bugs, how dare you to force lord Kabradhabi! But it can¡¯t be helped, this time, I¡¯ll concede that to you!¡± ¡°Keep quiet. Don¡¯t scare His Majesty,¡± Zooey said unhappily through her consciousness. ¡°Ahem, female¡ª¡± The demon was choked by her words, ¡°You¡¯re trampling on the dignity of the senior race!¡± ¡°You¡¯ve had enough rest?¡± ¡°You¡ª¡± It glared at the Extraordinary hatefully and decided to swallow what it wanted to say. It lowered its voice and said bitterly, ¡°Don¡¯t think that you can always win. Wars like this are just trivial setbacks for us! You low-grade bugs, you have no idea what¡¯s on the other side of the mainland. The army of Sky-sea Realm is engulfing the land little by little, trying to turn the whole world into an abyss. If it were not to stop them, you, with such poor power, would have been crushed into ashes by us 400 years ago!¡± Chapter 998 - A Real Strong Power Chapter 998: A Real Strong Power Translator: TransN Editor: TransN What Kabradhabi said made everyone frown. According to it, demons were waging war on two fronts and the enemy that humanity had never even met was their chief opponent. That meant, during the previous Battles of Divine Will, the demons had only sent a small part of their army to battle humanity. Knowing this, Roland and the witches, who had been quite confident about the war, started to feel less optimistic. There were four species depicted in the giant paintings in the Divine Land and the underground civilization had already been eliminated. Given that, Roland speculated that the so-called ¡°Sky-sea Realm¡± was the homeland of the species in the fourth picture. It was the most mysterious among the four and was a portrait of some deep-sea eyeballs. Did demons wage a war against the monsters in the sea right after they defeated the underground civilization and seized its relic? And they simultaneously managed to crack down on mankind in the Land of Dawn. If it¡¯s true, it¡¯s no wonder that the Senior Demon showed utter contempt for the witches. As for the common people without any magic power, Kabradhabi probably thinks of us as nothing more than useless weeds. On the other hand, Roland was clear that the demon might have lied to them. Kabradhabi was an unyielding fighter. It had led its troop to penetrate deep into the artillery squad and had utilized the Mind Resonance to invade Zooey¡¯s body. Obviously, it knew how to mask its intentions and to never give up fighting, even in the face of great adversity. Since no one was able to check whether it was lying, it might have been bluffing, trying to incite panic. Everyone looked grave. Roland knew that he needed to bring the situation back under his control as soon as possible. He shrugged and pretended to feel at ease. He looked at Alethea. ¡°So¡­ this handicapped warrior is the demon?¡± ¡°Yeah, I guess so. I don¡¯t know how Zooey did this, but she¡¯d never say anything like that,¡± Alethea replied. ¡°Good, you saved me the trouble of taking a nap.¡± Roland nodded to Zooey. ¡°You can eat whatever you want in tonight¡¯s trip to the Dreamland¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty.¡± Zooey¡¯s lips could not help curling into a smile, but soon her expression returned to normal. ¡°Unfortunately, this guy is already accustomed to our way of thinking. Although it¡¯s still unable to flexibly control the body, we can¡¯t read his real thoughts through Mind Resonance that easily now.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not your fault. After all, no one has pried deeply into a Senior Demon¡¯s mind before. It¡¯s natural for you to misjudge the situation.¡± ¡°Demon? You still call us by such a ridiculous name.¡± Kabradhabi sniggered. ¡°You look upon the other species as evil incarnate without realizing that you yourselves are nothing but backward barbarians. Your good days will end soon. When the Fountain of Magic appears again, you¡¯ll die out!¡± All the people looked at each other simultaneously, since the Fountain of Magic mentioned by the demon reminded them of a thing in their legend. ¡°Is the Fountain of Magic¡­ the Bloody Moon?¡± asked Roland. ¡°You bugs always see the surface.¡± The Senior Demon did not give him a definite answer. ¡°Is the red sphere made of magic power?¡± Agatha interjected. ¡°But that wouldn¡¯t make sense. I¡¯ve seen the Red Moon with my own eyes. No matter what it is, it¡¯s way too far away from us. You said the final winner would open the door to the Fountain of Magic. It¡¯s impossible unless you can build a ladder to the heavens.¡± Kabradhabi snorted and turned its head away without explaining anything. ¡°Where¡¯s the Sky-sea Realm?¡± The demon refused to respond. ¡°Did you destroy the underground civilization?¡± The demon still remained silent. ¡°Is your new technology part of the inheritance of the underground civilization? I mean the deformed creature that is capable of growing out black pillars?¡± ¡°Save it, bug.¡± Kabradhabi finally opened its mouth to speak. ¡°I¡¯ve already told you all that I can say. As for the things that I can¡¯t say, you¡¯ll never force me to tell you, even if you send this female to¡ª¡± The demon paused for a while and glanced at Zooey. ¡°I won¡¯t give you any more information! If you want to kill me, you¡¯d better hurry up. Otherwise, you¡¯ll be eliminated by Emperor Hect Zod. And I, Kabradhabi, will be reborn in the Fountain of Magic!¡± Now that the interrogation had hit a bottleneck, Roland decided to stop questioning the Senior Demon and leave it to the Taquila witches. He believed that they would be able to get it to talk someday, for its soul had already been transferred into a disabled God¡¯s Punishment Warrior. With this thought in mind, Roland said with his hands laid out, ¡°You don¡¯t want to talk about sensitive things, so how about we change the subject. You said that your last defeat was just a trivial setback for your army, so how powerful are you? What about the army of the Sky-sea Realm? Are they stronger than you? And you mentioned the Sky Lord just now. I want to know how powerful the lord is. Is he a match for a Transcendent? These things aren¡¯t confidential, are they?¡± Given the demon¡¯s character, Roland was confident that it would never miss such a perfect opportunity to boast of their strength. ¡°Oh, bug¡­¡± As Roland had expected, Kabradabi said loudly. ¡°I can tell you. Our power is far beyond your imagination! Do you know why we call you bugs? It¡¯s because the difference between an advanced race and a backward species is like that between birds and bugs. It¡¯s determined by the nature of magic power. At the other end of this continent, on the border of our territory and the Sky-sea Realm, our soldiers are countless. When we march together, the mountains tremble. Our enemies from the Sky-sea Realm are as strong as us. Otherwise, how could you have survived until now?¡± Kabradhabi paused for a moment and then continued. ¡°As for the Transcendents, if you¡¯re referring to the most powerful females, they could have been counted as the Sky Lord¡¯s rivals in the past, but now, the lord has enhanced its strength and become a prudent and smart commander. If it had led the army in the last battle to fight you, it would have been able to drain the blood from all of you by itself! Bug, when you hear that the Sky Lord is coming, you¡¯d better kneel down and beg for mercy. This way, you can die faster and suffer less!¡± Roland automatically dismissed the demons¡¯ exaggeration and captured several implicit clues in its words. For the demon army, logistics is always a major obstacle to their movement. Without Red Mist, they can¡¯t go anywhere. Therefore, such a large demon army must fight close to their black stone tablets. Surprisingly, the army from the Sky-sea Realm can combat the demons in the Red Mist and drag the demon army¡¯s main forces into a quagmire of war. That means, they aren¡¯t just ¡°as strong as¡± the demons. The Senior Demon apparently doesn¡¯t want to talk too much about this matter, which suggests about its attitude toward the Sky Lord and its army. In addition, it never called the enemies from the Sky-sea Realm bugs or worms, which means that the sea monsters have already ¡°upgraded¡± themselves. Here¡¯s a glaring contradiction. The Senior Demon claims that they are also an advanced race, but up until now, we¡¯ve only known of one race in the Battle of Divine Will getting eliminated. Wait a moment, Kabradhabi never said that demons wiped out the underground civilization. It just said that each species had to go to the Sky-sea Realm to get a shard. Something is missing here. When the Senior Demon was still crowing about how mighty its race was, Roland interrupted it. ¡°In fact, you don¡¯t know true power.¡± ¡°You¡ª¡± Kabradhabi pulled a long face. ¡°Bug, what do you know?¡± ¡°A real, strong power, won¡¯t bring darkness to the world. Instead, it¡¯ll dispel the myth, be willing to burn itself to illuminate and warm the world¡­ just like the sun.¡± ¡°What¡­ exactly are you talking about?¡± ¡°It¡¯s simple.¡± Roland cleared his throat. ¡°You guys are so powerful, so why don¡¯t you light the fire?¡± The demon seemed at a loss when Roland stood up and left with the witches. He walked toward the gate leading out of the hall, back straight, without looking back. Chapter 999 - Witness the Glory Chapter 999: Witness the Glory Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland and the witches were having a meeting in the castle¡¯s conference hall in Neverwinter. Everyone looked worried, especially Agatha and Phyllis. They could not feel good after hearing so many subversive ideas about the demons and the world itself from Kabradhabi. In this war that had lasted for hundreds of years, thousands of people had been killed. Human beings had already lost the vast majority of their territory and shrunk into a corner of the Land of Dawn. Now, the witches had discovered that mankind was not demons¡¯ rival. On the other side of the continent, there was a place called Sky-sea Realm, and the monsters from that place were as strong as demons. They entangled the main forces of demons and thus gave human beings an opportunity to survive. It was a terrible blow to the faith of the Taquila witches. Seeing the grim-faced ancient witches, the members of the Witch Union and Sleeping Spell also felt oppressed by worry. In the previous battle, they had taken the initiative to attack the demons¡¯ outpost and had achieved a remarkable victory with little cost. It was the most splendid record in this war for human beings. Nevertheless, lots of serendipitous stuff had come into play in this battle. The demons had not had a clear idea of their opponent, and the First Army had happened to see through their trap. Thus, they took this chance to defeat the demons using the combat mode that they were best at. That meant this success could not be copied. If casualties increased significantly during the war, human beings who had already lost lots of land and population would have a slim hope of winning the Battle of Divine Will. ¡°Perhaps Kabradhabi just made up a story to deceive us,¡± said Wendy, who felt that she needed to say something to boost everyone¡¯s morale. ¡°After all, no one has ever been to the other side of the continent. Who knows if it¡¯s true or not? I think we¡¯d better not think too much before we can confirm it. How about you?¡± No one answered. Agatha cast a thankful gaze at Wendy. ¡°Although Kabradhabi might have exaggerated the facts purposely, I don¡¯t think it was lying, especially when it just woke up after the Soul Transfer. At that time, it could hardly control its body, let alone weigh every word before saying them out. Zooey should be able to feel it as well. The things it mentioned at the beginning turned out to be consistent with the story it told us later. To act so naturally in front of us, it had to prepare the story in advance and train itself for a long time. Could it possibly do that there?¡± ¡°So, you mean it told us the truth about the legacy shard?¡± Scroll asked, with a thoughtful expression on her face. ¡°Yes. If I understand Kabradhabi correctly, it told us that any species could upgrade themselves with the legacy shard, namely the relics of gods.¡± Agatha explained slowly. ¡°If demons are able to defeat us once and for all, why didn¡¯t they try their best to destroy us and seize our relic? There¡¯s only one explanation. They really can¡¯t.¡± Many people agreed with Agatha on this point. During the first Battle of Divine Will, when demons had been uncivilized barbarians, the human kingdoms failed to unite together to fight the enemy. The battle had lasted for decades and during that period of time, the underground civilization had tried to make contact with mankind. During the second Battle of Divine Will, when the Bloody Moon had come to the world for the second time, demons had become much stronger and had successfully driven the Union out of the Fertile Plains. If the ¡°upgrade¡± could bring significant advantage to demons, they should¡¯ve done their best to eliminate human beings and seize their relic as soon as possible. ¡°We really underestimated demons,¡± said Phyllis, who was overwhelmed with remorse. ¡°For the past 400 years, the Union just focused on our familiar places in the Land of Dawn without paying any attention to the world outside. Now, we know little about the other side of the continent, let alone the Sky-sea Realm.¡± ¡°Oh? What does the other side of this continent look like?¡± Roland asked curiously. ¡°I¡¯ve only read about it in some ancient books. It¡¯s said to be an extremely barren land of numerous mountains and cliffs. Its average altitude is much higher than the Land of Dawn,¡± Phyllis recalled. ¡°Tens of kilometers across the sea, there¡¯s another continent, but actually these two continents are connected by a lofty mountain range which is surrounded by the sea. Only when the tides are low, can one see the mountain. Most of the time, the tides are high and half of the mountain is submerged in the sea. According to the legend, demons came to the Land of Dawn through this mountain.¡± ¡°Wait, it sounds familiar. I think I¡¯ve heard it from¡­¡± Roland touched his chin and wondered. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across his mind! The ancient witch¡¯s description reminded Roland of Thunder¡¯s findings in the Shadow Waters, which included a seaside plateau, a vast cliff and a huge stone gate embedded in the cliff, though Phyllis did not mention a gate like that. ¡°Did Thunder¡¯s exploration team somehow see the continent opposite to the Land of Dawn?¡± Roland thought. That¡¯s interesting. More than half of the Land of Dawn lies to the northwest of Neverwinter, but the Shadow Sea is located in the east. How could the exploration team see the undiscovered continent opposite to the Land of Dawn through a telescope? As long as this planet is a sphere, they could at most see the sky above that continent no matter how advanced the telescope is. How come they could directly observe such a faraway land? Something must be wrong here. He noticed that Tilly, a member of Thunder¡¯s exploration team, was looking at him contemplatively. Obviously, she also thought of the wonders she had seen in the underwater stone tower in the Shadow Islands ruins. Roland wondered. The building on the Shadow Islands isn¡¯t constructed by the Union, but it¡¯s apparently a watchtower overseeing the continent which is deemed to be the homeland of demons. Who¡¯s the owner of the building? For my country and my people, I have to figure it out and thoroughly investigate the Shadow Islands ruins. I must give this mission to Thunder before he goes to the sea. Instead of having a quick glance at the place, he needs to carefully look into this problem this time. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Roland had been deeply absorbed in thoughts for a long time. When he heard someone calling him, he stopped wondering and found that Agatha was looking at him sympathetically. ¡°Are you alright?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ I was just thinking about something.¡± He waved his hand. ¡°Please don¡¯t worry too much. I know this news causes stress for you, but we still have hope,¡± The Ice Witch said in a soft voice. ¡°When I just woke up from the Frozen Coffin, you told me human beings were going to defeat demons¡­ Now, I still firmly believe it, even if it requires hard work of several generations.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Phyllis echoed this sentiment. ¡°We are so close to the Taquila ruins now. Once we destroy the demons¡¯ base there, they won¡¯t get the opportunity to build obelisks and will have to wait at least another 400 years to eliminate us. Even if human beings lose the war in the end, it¡¯s not your fault. Actually, you¡¯ve done much better than the Three Chiefs.¡± Roland blinked his eyes in astonishment. He realized that he must have been frowning when he had been thinking about the Shadow Islands ruins and his facial expression had made the witches believe that he was terrified by Kabradhabi¡¯s story. He found the witches were just trying to comfort and encourage him. He could not help shaking his head and chuckled. ¡°It¡¯s the worst situation: curling up in a corner all my life and leaving the problem to our later generations. That¡¯s not my plan. After all¡­ I probably can¡¯t live that long. I¡¯m more interested in defeating all the competitors and solving the mystery by myself. It¡¯s such great fun, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Most of the witches seemed confused except Anna, who looked at Roland smilingly. ¡°Since you guys still remember I said that human beings were going to defeat demons.¡± Roland looked at Phyllis. ¡°Do you still remember another thing I mentioned?¡± ¡°A real strong power won¡¯t bring darkness to the world. Instead, it¡¯ll dispel the myth and be willing to burn itself to light up and warm the world¡­ I wasn¡¯t joking with Kabradhabi.¡± Roland did not give the witches any time to respond and continued. ¡°Faced with a mighty power like the sun, everything, including demons, will be burnt to cinders. You¡¯ll be able to witness such a power together with me.¡± Chapter 1000 - Sisters Chapter 1000: Sisters Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A fire was blazing merrily in a stove, casting a ruddy glow over the floor of the room. Azima felt warm in her house. She watched snowflakes drifting in the north wind outside the window while listening to the crackling of the flames in the fireplace. In the past, when winter had come, she would have suffered severe frostbite on her hands and her hand skin would have chapped very easily. It was a memory from her childhood. Back then, she had had to rummage through rubbish in search of food every winter. After moving to the Sleeping Island, her hands got even worse because of the long-term exposure to salty seawater. After all these years, she was already accustomed to the pain of frostbite. For her, it was nothing compared to the misery of being a tramp on the streets. However, right now, there were only a few shallow cracks on her fingers. She did not feel any pain or see any blood in them. She enjoyed this pain-free winter. She had not had such a comfortable experience for years. She came to understand that the living environment of Neverwinter was exceptionally good and even ordinary houses were much better here than their counterparts in other towns. For example, a thick mortar was applied to both sides of the walls of this brick house and each corner of the window was closely connected to the bricks. No matter how strong the snowstorm was outside, the people inside the house would never be affected. Without such a sturdy house, the fire could hardly warm up the whole room. If Azima was now in an ordinary residence of Valencia, she would hear a whistle of a wind blowing through cracks of the door and the window and many other clefts in the house. In addition, there was a tunnel inside the fireplace, which was connected to the bedroom adjoining this living room. With such a heat supply pipeline, the bed would be warm when she and her sisters put out the fire and went to bed at night. And those designs were only a small part of the new things she discovered in Neverwinter. Similar details were everywhere in this city. The longer she lived here, the more she wondered. ¡°Maybe they didn¡¯t build this city to survive at this place.¡± ¡°They built it this way in order to enjoy their lives.¡± ¡°As for why they built it in the Western Region, the highest-hit area during the Months of Demons, it must be because of the strong contrast. In a place where all year is springtime, one would not feel anything special in a warm room. By contrast, in a place of ice and snow, one would be deeply impressed and satisfied by the warmth. The must think that only a seemingly impossible thing is worth doing and take pride in such an achievement.¡± For a moment, she really believed this speculation. ¡°The soup is ready. Let¡¯s have dinner.¡± Doris walked out of the kitchen while holding a pot of soup and then she placed it on the low table in the living room. ¡°Thank you.¡± Azima handed a cushion to Doris and then sat down at the table. There were two dishes and one soup. All of them used bird beak mushrooms as the main ingredient. These fleshy and juicy mushrooms were a specialty of the Western Region. They were tasty and easy to cook. They only needed a little salt instead of lots of seasonings and they did not require a special cooking method. More importantly, they were the least expensive ingredient in Neverwinter and were as cheap as wheat. ¡°I bought a lot of mushrooms at a clearance sale and stored them in our room,¡± said Doris, happily. ¡°Even if we can¡¯t find enough food in the winter, these mushrooms will be enough for us to fill our stomachs until the spring, though they may become less tasty after a long time.¡± Azima scooped up some soup with her spoon. Under the reflection of the fire, the oil floating on the soup¡¯s surface shone with a golden color and looked quite alluring. When she put a spoon into her mouth, she felt its aroma fill her mouth instantly. After that, the warm soup flowed down all the way into her stomach and warmed her entire abdomen. The soup was as delicious as before, but now she had no appetite. After taking two spoonfuls of the soup, Azima put down her small bowl. ¡°Is there anything wrong?¡± Doris quickly noticed that Azima seemed to be a little different today. ¡°I¡¯m wondering¡­ whether my decision was wrong.¡± After a long silence, Azima whispered. ¡°It¡¯s my own decision to leave Neverwinter, but because of it, everyone lost the chance of having a better life together with their families in this city. If Whitepear didn¡¯t quit her job in the Sleeping Spell, she would now live in a big house equipped with a heating system instead of this small house that doesn¡¯t allow us to go about freely in our daily life.¡± ¡°Why did you suddenly say that¡­¡± Doris was stunned and then soothed Azima. ¡°No matter how small our house is, it¡¯s able to shelter us from wind and rain. When their relatives have enough money to pay the minimum down payment, they will move out. It¡¯s not as good as the house of the Sleeping Spell, but I think it¡¯s already good enough for two people to live in. Think about our old days on the streets¡ª¡± ¡°But it¡¯s different now!¡± Azima interrupted Doris anxiously. Azima had been feeling frustrated recently. She overestimated her personal ability and failed to assess the situation correctly. In the past, she had led her sisters to search for food in rubbish and snatch food from jaws of wild dogs, but now she refused to do anything like that. She did not want to give Tilly and her witches any chance to laugh at them, even though her sisters might not mind leading such a life. She had submitted lots of job applications to the City Hall like ordinary residents of the city, but none of them got approved. Literacy was a key requirement in the job descriptions of most positions, and well-paid jobs usually demanded a primary education diploma. She could not meet those requirements and wanted to work in some construction projects or in the Furnace Area, but the Ministry of Construction and the Ministry of Industry only recruited adult males. The City Hall clerk told her that she should go to school to finish her studies first if she wanted to get a promising career. Among the six sisters, only Doris and Whitepear had jobs. The former was employed by the Witch Union. She further processed Mystery Moon¡¯s magnetized copper rods with her enchantment and earned about 30 or 40 silver royals a day, almost as much as the witches living in the castle. But it was just a part-time job. Sometimes, she only worked one day in a week. Whitepear worked in a tailor¡¯s shop as an ordinary worker. Considering she did not have to use her magic power in this position, she earned the average salary. According to the number of her working days, she usually earned 15 or 20 silver royals a month. The other sisters were also unemployed just like Azima. In other words, Doris and Whitepear had to afford the living expenses of the six sisters. For this reason, Azima felt guilty for the cozy life she had now. She had firmly refused Wendy¡¯s invitation because she wanted to prove to Nightingale that she was not a weak person and could live on her own without relying on the Sleeping Spell. She felt embarrassed by the current situation. That was why she sounded so impatient when talking to Doris. She felt regret right as soon as she interrupted Doris. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I didn¡¯t mean to¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± Doris held Azima¡¯s hands. ¡°I know how you feel and I want to tell you it wasn¡¯t your own decision to leave the Sleeping Spell. We also agreed with you. It¡¯s not your fault. As for the living expenses, please don¡¯t mind it. You¡¯ve done so much for us and now it¡¯s time for us to pay you back.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t owe me a thing. I helped you without expecting to receive anything in return.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the same for us. See what I mean?¡± Doris blinked and said. ¡°But¡­¡± Azima did not know what to say at this moment since she was moved deeply by Doris¡¯ honesty and sincerity. She had not felt so touched for many years and could not adapt to it at the moment, but she soon managed to control herself and reminded herself that as the leader of the sisters, she should never mention those stupid things again. At this moment, someone knocked on the door. ¡°Who¡¯s it?¡± She hurriedly turned her head, pulled her hands back and stood up, trying to cover her feelings. ¡°It¡¯s me, Wendy,¡± the person outside answered. ¡°His Majesty wants to talk to you.¡± Chapter 1001 - Unusual Stone Fragment Chapter 1001: Unusual Stone Fragment Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Buffeted by wind and snow, Azima crossed the street and entered the Castle District. Although it was strange to send for her at this hour of the night, as Azima trusted Wendy, she had agreed to follow her to the castle. Meanwhile, she had left Doris behind, who had insisted on coming with her. This way, she could keep her friend out of trouble in case anything happened. Shivering under her clothes, Azima held herself tightly as she reached the castle gate. ¡°Are you cold?¡± Wendy glanced at her smilingly. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. You¡¯ll soon need to take off your coat once you get in.¡± Hang on¡­ take off? Is His Majesty planning to¡­ ¡°Please enter, Ms. Wendy.¡± While Azima was still in a shock, the gate slowly opened and the guard ushered them in. ¡°His Majesty is in the study. I¡¯m afraid I have to stop here as I still have duties to attend to.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Wendy nodded. She held Azima¡¯s hand and led her into the castle. In a split second, wisps of warm air drove all the coldness away. So¡­ this is the heating system. Although Azima knew that the castle was equipped with a brand new heating system and thus did not require wood heating, the actual experience was still very impressive. The servants in the castle were all wearing light clothes. She could see people wearing shirts and dresses everywhere. At one corner of the dining room, she even spied some barefoot witches running across the hall on the carpeted floor. The castle was as warm as summer. Awestruck by the luxurious living conditions in the castle, Azima started to suspect that Roland was probably just a hopeless hedonist. ¡°He just built Neverwinter for his own pleasure!¡± Azima thought to herself. Wendy, on the other hand, had already taken off her coat. She winked at Azima and said, ¡°You¡¯ll start sweating if you keep your coat on. Plus, It¡¯s freezing out there. You¡¯ll catch a cold if you go back out all sweaty.¡± ¡°O-OK.¡± Azima unbuttoned her coat in a stiff manner. She peered down at her chest. Her chest was not flat by any means, but it was obviously incomparable to Wendy¡¯s prodigious bosom. If His Majesty really intended to seek out pleasures of the flesh¡­ Azima believed she should be the last person Roland would think of. With self-mockery, Azima followed Wendy to the third floor and into the lord¡¯s study. ¡°Your Majesty, Azima is here.¡± ¡°Your Majesty.¡± Azima bowed. She surveyed the people in the room out of the corner of her eyes, finally rested her gaze on the gray-haired man behind the desk. Azima suddenly realized that the man opposite her was the King of Graycastle. She only had a glimpse of him at the banquet. At the time, she had still been working for the Sleeping Spell. Now that she had the opportunity to have a close look at the king, she was astonished at how young he appeared. Azima doubted that a person under 30 was capable of defeating all his siblings, ascending the throne, uprooting the church, and conquering all the other kingdoms. She could challenge Tilly¡¯s authority but she obviously couldn¡¯t speak to Roland in the same fashion. Once she left Neverwinter, she could not come back to the Sleeping Spell again. The whole kingdom was under Roland¡¯s control. Everybody was under Roland¡¯s rule, unless they fled Graycastle. Although she didn¡¯t fear the power and authority of others, Doris and the other witches were not as fearless as her. ¡°Please rise,¡± The king replied good-naturedly. ¡°In fact, I¡¯ve to see you for a long time. Sorry for asking you to come here at this late hour, but I couldn¡¯t wait to meet you. Your ability means a great deal to the kingdom. Since the time has come, I didn¡¯t want to wait any longer.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Azima looked up in surprise. ¡°Are you saying that you¡¯re going to hire me?¡± It seemed to be a special recruitment. For jobs which required witches¡¯ abilities, the Witch Union would usually offer greater compensation. Meanwhile, Azima wondered what the ¡°time¡± that Roland was referring to was. ¡°Yes¡­ I would like to offer you a contract with very competitive compensation.¡± Roland raised his cup and had a sip. ¡°Two gold royals per month until you complete your task. After the completion of the project, you¡¯ll be paid an additional 50 gold royals. How does that sound?¡± Azima¡¯s heart skipped a beat. Even without that additional 50 gold royals, the monthly salary was already as lucrative as the remuneration paid by the Sleeping Spell. She would not only be able to sustain herself with this income but could also help her friends! As for the extra reward of 50 gold royals, she could either use it to start her new life or purchase a bigger house for her relative Whitepear. This was exactly what she needed at the moment! However, years of vagrant life had also made her fully aware that there was no free meal in the world. Nobles were experts in games of deception. They usually provided their victims with empty promises of future rewards. Even if this noble was the sovereign of the state, Azima had to be careful. At this thought, she answered, ¡°It¡¯s a high compensation, but I want to know what you want me to do before giving you my answer.¡± Her ability was very helpful for wilderness survival, and she had relied on it a lot to locate water sources, animals¡¯ lairs and fruit, none of which, however, were in shortage in Neverwinter. ¡°Your job is very simple, I want you to find a stone for me¡±.¡± Roland produced a box from his drawer and opened it on the desk. ¡°It shouldn¡¯t be a problem for you.¡± ¡°Can I take a look?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Azima walked up to the box and put the stone in her hand. It was about the size of her thumb, pretty thin, smooth and cold, more like a strange coin than a stone. Apparently, it had been carefully polished. In a color of a grayish black, it did not look special, so Azima did not understand why His Majesty showed so much interest in it. She hesitated for a moment and said, ¡°It¡¯s hard for me to trace the origin of a stone. When I was on Sleeping Island, a Chamber of Commerce once hired me to look for the source of some gems, but my ability led them to Searing Flame Island. There was nothing except hot dry sand. Because of this, the Sleeping Spell didn¡¯t earn anything but instead, had to compensate them for the expenses incurred on the trip.¡± ¡°I think the sand was bauxite. You can call it the origin of gems because they are made of the same material.¡± Roland chuckled carelessly. ¡°As for whether you can find what I want, you can test it out now.¡± Azima wondered if the black stone was also a type of gem. She applied her ability to the stone fragment as Roland had instructed. Instantly, a jet of blinding green light escaped from her palm and almost entirely blocked her vision! The glow was as vibrant and bright as the lights in the castle! Suddenly, another green flash burst forth from the king¡¯s desk. Azima stood agape. The flash was only visible to her. It could tell her not only where the source material was, but also much there was. Most of the time, the green light was scattered around, flickering like fireflies. As the glints continuously merged, Azima could see where they led. Azima understood that it was perfectly normal for Roland to hide the other part of the stone fragment in the desk, as a way to test her ability, but she was surprised at the intensity of the light beam. It meant these lusterless stone fragments were source class materials! It was her first time seeing such a small source material! How¡­ can that be possible? Before she had moved to Sleeping Island, she had found a gold royal on the street by accident. At the time, she had been thinking of using her ability to collect coins that slipped out of people¡¯s pockets, but since it was a one in a million chance, she hadn¡¯t had much luck. Although she had known people usually kept money in their pockets, she had had no way to get them However, she had learned where most of the money was stored. At that time, she had sensed the strongest reaction from the treasury underneath the lord¡¯s castle. The current green flash, nevertheless, was as intense, and blinding, as the light back then! ¡°Is this stone¡­ even more precious than gold?¡± Azima wondered. Chapter 1002 - A Race against Time Chapter 1002: A Race against Time Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After a long silence, Azima took a deep breath, pointed to Roland¡¯s desk and said, ¡°There¡¯s a stone made of the same material in your drawer.¡± ¡°Correct.¡± Roland returned Azima a satisfied smile and put the other box on the desk. ¡°But I¡¯m a bit curious. Why did you call it ¡®a stone made of the same material¡¯ instead of ¡®an identical one¡¯?¡± ¡°Because¡­ the reactions were different. Although they¡¯re both source materials, the reaction of the first one is stronger.¡± Azima then described what she had seen. ¡°Can you locate more pieces?¡± ¡°Please let me try.¡± Azima concentrated her mind and found the green light. Due to the blinding interference of the previous two stones, she had overlooked the other lights, but soon Azima found three more lines extending east, west, and north. This implied there were, at the very least, three stones made of the same source material which were bigger than the one in her hand. To her dismay, she noticed the three lines, although thick, actually consisted of numerous dim thin threads. After Azima reported to Roland, he nodded thoughtfully and said, ¡°In other words, you won¡¯t know how far these stones are unless you actually go there.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°In that case, go to the east and then head to the north.¡± Roland immediately made the decision. ¡°It¡¯s too dangerous to travel west, as you have to cross the Barbarian Land. If you still can¡¯t find the stone when you reach the beach, then head north.¡± After a moment of hesitation, Azima asked what she had been thinking all this time. ¡°Your Majesty, is this stone¡­ even more precious than gold?¡± Since Azima was not a combat witch, she had limited self-defense skills. Azima was concerned that, if news of this precious stone was leaked, the trip would put her in danger. In that case, she would not only fail her mission but also lose her life on the way. Seeing that Azima was worried about the potential risk, the young king replied smilingly, ¡°In fact, it¡¯s yes and no. For people who don¡¯t know what it really is, it¡¯s just a plain, useless stone. But to me, it¡¯s much more valuable than gold. It¡¯s the key to the success of the ¡®Resplendent Radiation¡¯ Project.¡± ¡°Resplendent Radiation? What¡¯s that?¡± Azima wondered, feeling even more confused. ¡°However, considering the possible variables, I would certainly not let you go alone.¡± Roland pointed to a guard next to him. ¡°This is Sean, your protector. Furthermore, a combat engineer unit from the First Army would come with you. Your top priority is to locate the stones. Therefore, you can instruct Sean to liaison with the local officials to assist your search if necessary.¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­ that I can make those lords work for me?¡± Azima asked in surprise. ¡°Why not?¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°They aren¡¯t who they used to be. They¡¯re obligated to obey orders from the central government.¡± Roland paused for a few seconds and continued. ¡°Since it may take a while to find the source material, I can pay you 30% of the salary in advance and the rest on a monthly basis. That is all for the contract. What are your thoughts on this?¡± Azima pondered for a while and asked, ¡°Your Majesty, could you direct the payment to Doris?¡± ¡°I have no issue with this,¡± Roland raised his eyebrows, ¡°if that¡¯s what you want.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll take the job.¡± She bowed. ¡°I¡¯ll be ready by tomorrow morning.¡± Although there were still many things she did not understand, at least¡­ she didn¡¯t have to worry about money anymore. Azima couldn¡¯t see any problems with the task and believed she would sooner or later locate the stones with the assistance of the First Army. With the 50 gold royals, life would be much easier for her friends, Azima could not wait to tell Doris the good news. ¡°Very well.¡± Roland got to his feet. ¡°I look forward to hearing the good news.¡± ¡­ After Wendy escorted Azima out, Roland paced back to the French window and sighed deeply while watching the city night below. ¡°Finally, we¡¯ve got the ball rolling.¡± ¡°To create a sun?¡± asked Nightingale as she revealed herself from the Mist. ¡°You get super excited every time you talk about this project.¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s a path to the sun,¡± Roland remarked impressively. ¡°As of this moment, mankind has entered a new era, an era where we produce our own sun rather than simply admiring it. To me, nothing can be more romantic than such enormous progress.¡± Roland turned around and pointed up at the ceiling. ¡°Do you see a yellow exclamation mark up there?¡± Nightingale shook her head in great amusement. ¡°I only see a mumbling daydreamer, in his perfect¡­ delirium.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­¡± Roland was almost choked. ¡°Hey, do you have to be so straightforward about it?¡± ¡°I¡¯m just trying to be honest with you.¡± Nightingale jerked away her head, putting on an innocent look. Roland shot her a stare, half annoyed and half amused. He knew Nightingale was joking. In fact, most people would think he was crazy until they actually saw the finished product. Even Roland himself didn¡¯t have the slightest idea of whether this project would succeed or not. Roland wouldn¡¯t have developed such an unrealistic idea had there been no witches. The Manhattan Project, even in the modern society, had cost so much money, manpower, and resources that even the most developed country had found it difficult to afford such monstrous expenses. It would be absolute madness to try and replicate the Manhattan Project from scratch. However, with the assistance of the various magic powers, he might succeed. The most distinctive characteristic of his project was the minimal investment it required, as the witches would complete most of the work. Although it sounded like a joke, to produce a nuclear bomb with almost none of the accompanying modern technology, there was still a chance that it might work. Roland could certainly carry out the project concurrently with the other industrial projects at this stage of development. Even if it did not go well, it would just be a small failure. In fact, Roland had started to prepare for this project since the day Lucia entered adulthood. After revisiting all the elements on the periodic table, he had asked Kyle Sichi, the Chief Alchemist, to separate Uranium samples from a bunch of extracted elementary substances and store them away. Uranium was one of the most common elements in nature. It could not only be found in uranium mines but also in granite, coal, and even seawater. Only, due to the limitations of the current technology, it would cost an exorbitant amount, in both time and money, to properly exploit any uranium deposits. However, Lucia could use her ability to directly collect scattered uranium in nature to provide the raw materials required. It thus saved Roland the trouble of separating and purifying the uranium. Roland knew his eloquent rhetoric in the meeting was simply a political strategy, designed to raise people¡¯s morale. Because he had actually left something unsaid. The ambitious dream of creating a sun was just one, surface level reason, for him putting this plan into action. Another, more important reason, was that humanity was now facing the greatest crisis since its genesis, based on what he had learned from the Senior Demon. What¡¯s the origin of the magic power? Roland did not have the faintest idea. He took this irrational, unknown power very seriously. According to the Senior Demon, the demons evolved through upgrades. That was the reason they had evolved so quickly over the past 400 years. Agatha¡¯s proposal of defending seemed to be perfect, but there was actually a massive flaw. Under this plan, the enemies would have as much time as they needed, which is probably why the Union suffered such a complete defeat. If the demons were left alone, defeated the undersea monsters during the third Battle of Divine Will, and once again upgraded themselves, how powerful would they become? Since the demons could upgrade themselves with their magic power in such an inconceivable manner, Roland had to develop a more aggressive, powerful, and devastating countermeasure as his last resort. Chapter 1003 - New Progress Chapter 1003: New Progress Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Why do you look so serious?¡± Nightingale broke into a smile. ¡°I¡¯ll believe anything you say, but you ought to give me some time to absorb the information. Nobody would believe this tiny little thing can decimate thousands of demons, especially when they saw the actual substance extracted by Lucia.¡± ¡°Do I?¡± Roland stroked his cheeks. Perhaps he became nervous when he realized that this was a race against time that would determine the very survival of humanity. ¡°You¡¯re right though. I can hardly believe in something until I¡¯ve seen it myself.¡± Roland turned around and held the tiny ¡°stone fragment¡± in his hand. This would be the starting point of harnessing the power of the atom ¡ª purified uranium. It was hard to convince people that the little stone could produce ¡°something as glorious as the sun¡±. The silver-white surface of the uranium sample had lost its shine due to oxidation. It felt cold to the touch and seemed to have nothing to do with heat or the sun. But Roland knew it would produce amazing results under the right conditions. To collect uranium, Lucia and Spear had spent nearly a week at the North Slope Mine extracting uranium from the crushed granite. Because of this, the Countess had complained quite a bit. She thought it was inappropriate to subject a lady to such heavy labor. As a compensation, she took five apprentices from Neverwinter¡¯s city hall for her own region¡¯s city hall. And in the end, they had only got this tiny piece. Compared to the original samples, this thumb-sized metal piece had a purity of over 90% and consisted of two layers. One layer was Uranium-235 and the other Uranium-238, in a ratio of 1 to 99. This was also the ratio commonly existing in nature. In other words, the uranium on the surface of the stone, as thin as it was, could be used to produce a ¡°weapon¡±. As a stable element, both uranium-238 and uranium-235 had a half-life of 10 billion years. Uranium-238 was the predominant isotope but had little practical use, whereas uranium-235 could be used for creating nuclear weapons. Because of their extreme low radioactivity, the alpha particles emitted by uranium radionuclides during their decay could only travel a few dozen microns, not even far enough to penetrate the epidermis of a person¡¯s skin. Therefore, the stone would not cause radiation poisoning even if one held it in his hand. But this did not mean that uranium with a high concentration was absolutely safe. The alpha particles produced during the decay were highly toxic. Once they entered the body through contaminated food, it could be disastrous. Due to this, Roland had asked Soraya to coat the ¡°stone fragment¡± with a transparent film, not only to prevent it from further oxidating, but also to protect people from the radiation. ¨C Roland had mixed feelings about the stone in his hand. Uranium, which contained so much potential power, lay innocently in his hand, looking almost different than iron. No wonder Pasha and the other witches didn¡¯t believe him. Now that he had made it this far, the next thing he needed to do was to collect the raw materials for the ¡°Resplendent Radiation¡± Project. Azima¡¯s discovery of low purity uranium through a high purity sample told Roland that he could use the current sample to find more uranium mines. Although Roland could ask Lucia to extract uranium at a mining site and thus obtain sufficient uranium-235, such an arrangement would sabotage his initial plan of conducting multiple projects simultaneously. Because Lucia also played an irreplaceable role in the smelting industry. Besides, it was impossible to produce an atom bomb with only uranium. To create atomic weapons, Roland had to utilize a very rare element which was usually found with uranium, but in far smaller amounts. Therefore, even though Lucia could help him extract uranium, he still needed a large amount of the raw ore before he could build a bomb. For that, Azima was the key. Roland put the tiny piece of uranium back in a box and locked it in a drawer. Then he pulled out the unfinished sketch of an internal combustion engine from the stack of documents on his desk and spread it out. Unlike most of the residents in Neverwinter who usually went to bed early on a snowy winter night, Roland still had a lot of work to do. ¡°Staying up late again?¡± Nightingale asked as she tilted her head. Roland stretched and then picked up a quill. ¡°We are marching down the path to victory. If you want your name to be passed down throughout history, you have to make at least some small sacrifices, right?¡± ¡°Really? But you seem a little reluctant.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ don¡¯t you believe what I¡¯m saying?¡± ¡°Yes, but you also asked me to detect lies with my ability.¡± Nightingale shot back, with her tongue out. ¡°Oh well¡­ then I¡¯ll say that I¡¯m very willing to get this thing done. Are you happy now?¡± Roland replied resignedly. ¡°I don¡¯t want to lose to the demons or the so-called Divine Will.¡± ¡°Good, now you are telling the truth. I¡¯ll prepare you a cup of hot tea and some snacks.¡± Nightingale smiled. ¡°I¡¯ll ask the kitchen staff to prepare spicy barbeque, juicy mushrooms, deep fried shrimps seasoned with salt and pepper, and Chaos Drinks. How does that sound?¡± ¡°Hey, you¡¯re just ordering what you want, aren¡¯t you?¡± thought Roland. Roland shook his head, totally speechless. ¡°Order whatever you like.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty,¡± Nightingale said slyly. ¡­ The next day, Azima took the high purity uranium fragment with her and set off. Meanwhile, Roland received a piece of good news from City Hall. The Ministry of Construction and the Ministry of Industry had completed the construction of Fractionation Tower I. To show how important the project was, Roland personally attended the unveiling ceremony. The tower was located by the Redwater River in Neverwinter¡¯s industrial zone. Standing almost 25 meters high, the tower incorporated many new concepts and technology. Divided into several sections, the tower separated oils and liquids with different boiling points. After Anna took care of the welding work, the chemists were now able to more precisely control the fractionation process. While a simple boiler would be sufficient to separate oils, the quality of the final products obtained using such crude methods was far from satisfactory. This reminded Roland of a geology book he had read as a kid. The book had made him believe that his country was sitting on an enormous fortune in metal and mineral resources, but after growing up, he realized those many of those minerals were simply raw materials with a low purity rate. Like people¡¯s physical appearances, minerals varied. The difference between low and high-quality minerals was huge. Low-quality minerals required a lot of work before they could be used. The same held true for oils. Untreated oils that had impurities like waxes, sulfur or mineral salts, were as thick as mud and were therefore unusable. They had to refine them in order for them to become useful. Some oils, such as those from the oil fields in Borneo, were purer than most and could be directly used as fuel. The Blackwater River that spread across nearly half of the Southernmost Region belonged to the latter category. After Roland learned that there were gushers in the desert, he started to pay particular attention to that area. It turned out that the oil collected from Endless Cape was of fairly high quality. While not comparable to the refined oil in his original world, after basic fractionation, the oil met Roland¡¯s current needs. The real advancement was the continued improvement of Neverwinter¡¯s industrial infrastructure. Chapter 1004 - The World in Her Eyes Chapter 1004: The World in Her Eyes Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The smelting zone was the most industrialized area in Neverwinter. The entire production process, from transportation to feeding raw materials into the smelters, was powered by steam engines. The plant processed a large quantity of crude oil and coal every day. It covered a huge rectangular area, with the port and a coal storage yard on the north side of the Redwater River. Several conveyor belts, driven by steam engines, continuously fed coal to the boiler room. The parallel black lines on the conveyor belts exhibited a sharp contrast with the gray concrete pavement. The other end of the facility was designed to store and process the crude oil from Shallow Beach. The construction of the oil storage warehouses on the west side of the fractionator was now half-completed. Completely different from the design of the residential buildings across the river, the warehouses stood in a solid line like impregnable fortresses, but looked surprisingly attractive. Despite their plain exterior, the warehouses were installed with advanced equipment and designs such as decompression valves, inspection windows, carrier pipes, antistatic devices, etc. As the construction teams had gained a lot of experience from the construction of the chemical plant, the whole construction process had gone very smoothly. Roland was extremely satisfied that the Ministry of Construction and the Ministry of Industry had done all the design work. All he had done was the final review and approval. Needless to say, the staff of these two Ministries had learned a lot from the previous mining and furnace projects. They had apparently applied what they had learned to this new project. Since Roland had yet to establish a set of industry standards, the workers had to confirm the parameters of each individual machine or part before it was sent to the plant for manufacturing. This showed that the workers had already developed reading and writing skills and learned the basics of engineering; otherwise, it would be hard for the two departments to communicate effectively. Two years after its implementation, this was the first great success to show the effectiveness of Roland¡¯s mandatory universal education. As the temperature of the boiler increased, vaporized oil flowed into the fractionation tower and melted the snow clinging to it. The wind had ceased howling, but the snow still persisted. Nevertheless, spectators gazed at this beautiful metal tower without a blinking. Their breath misted in the cold air and mixed with the steam being ejected from all types of machinery on the square, heating up the cold winter air. ¡­ ¡°So beautiful,¡± Edith muttered as she stood on the steel bridge. The smelting zone was a few miles away from the bridge, so there were fewer spectators here, only some occasional passers-by. They were all hurrying to the high tower to witness the new wonder and meet the king. However, almost everyone slowed as they rushed past the Pearl of the Northern Region and the girl next to her. Apparently, the two ladies in the snow attracted a lot of attention. ¡°Isn¡¯t that just a chimney? What¡¯s the beauty of that?¡± Cole grumbled silently. ¡°If you wanted to see it, why didn¡¯t you go with the people from city hall? Sir Barov reserved a spot for you, and His Majesty¡­¡± Although the bridge was at a high point in the city, giving a wide view, it was too far away for them to get a close look. As all the officials from city hall were going to see the tower, it would have been a perfect opportunity to network with Edith¡¯s co-workers. Essentially, the whole point of this event was to connect with people instead of appreciating the magnificence of the tower. Just like a first-class banquet, nobles didn¡¯t care as much about the food, but about who they dined with. As a seasoned diplomat, Eidth should have known the trick better than anyone else. She had promised to help Cole build his relationship with other city hall officers, yet she had just let such an excellent opportunity slip through the cracks. Sometimes, Cole felt he had a really hard time understanding his sister¡¯s thinking. But seeing Edith purse her lips, Cole sensibly shut up. ¡°Because of you, my dear little brother.¡± Edith jested in a soft voice. ¡°Do you really want to appear in front of all the other officials in this outfit?¡± Hold on, you made me wear this! It was not a big deal to dress up like a girl at home, but Cole had not expected that he would be forced to wear women¡¯s clothing outside. If some of his friends saw him dressed up like a doll, he would probably jump off the bridge. Alas! Cole could only blame himself. One day when he had been trying on Edith¡¯s clothes, his sister had caught him. Fearing that Edith would tell his little secret to someone else, Cole had no choice but to comply. When Cole was about to, somebody whistled behind him. As his face flushed red, he instantly lowered his head. ¡°Well, this isn¡¯t the right way to handle this kind of situation.¡± Edith grabbed Cole by the chin, forcing her brother to raise his head. Next Cole saw the Pearl of the Northern Region sweep her gaze over the stranger with the condescension and nonchalance of an uninterested aristocrat. It was a glance that froze a person to the bone. Cole shuddered at his sister¡¯s icy look. The stranger stumbled back. Without a word, he scurried off and disappeared from their sights. ¡°Got it?¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°This is also a test for you.¡± ¡°¡­ If I was wearing my usual outfit, I wouldn¡¯t have had such trouble.¡± Cole mumbled quietly. ¡°But there will be many things you¡¯ll encounter in the future, some things that you may not necessarily like, but can¡¯t stop from happening. The only thing you can do is accept them and learn to control them.¡± Edith paused for a moment and then went on, ¡°Do you think I sincerely wanted to welcome Timothy when he drove his army straight into the Northern Region? Every coin has two sides. The key lies in how you view it. Besides, I bet you like the garments you are wearing, otherwise you wouldn¡¯t have tried on my clothes. Am I right?¡± Cole stiffened. Edith could always justify her behavior like it was a matter of course. He knew he wouldn¡¯t stand a chance if he tried to argue with his sister, so he kept silent. But he would never admit to her last statement! Then, he remembered Edith was impressed with the beauty of the tower. Was it because she viewed it from a different angle? Cole thus voiced his doubt, and he clearly saw a rosy flush on Edith¡¯s cheeks. ¡°Do you still remember what the City of Evernight looks like in winter?¡± Edith asked. ¡°Um¡­¡± Cole thought for a while and soon remembered the warm fireplaces, the ales, and the banquets during the winter in the City of Evernight, all of which were associated with indoor activities. After a long silence, Cole answered hesitantly, ¡°Maybe¡­ kind of quiet?¡± ¡°It¡¯s dead silent, as if the earth was frozen.¡± Edith looked at the distant high tower. ¡°I always thought that was what winter should look like, but it¡¯s actually not true.¡± Edith exhaled a breath which immediately misted in the air. ¡°What are you seeing now? The earth is breathing, and the steam proves that this city is alive.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t really¡­ get it.¡± ¡°This shows that nature can be altered.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region stressed each word. ¡°Human beings don¡¯t necessarily need to comply with the rules of nature. We have been constantly dominated by nature because we are weak. When we grow stronger, we can change the world. Isn¡¯t such power beautiful?¡± But Cole saw something even more beautiful. The lady who radiated confidence as she spoke. Her blue hair rippled in the flurries of snow, more breathtaking than anything else in the world. The rosy hue spreading across her cheeks softened the outline of her face, making her look even more stunning. Cole had a sudden desire to see through his sister¡¯s eyes. He wanted to know what the world looked like to Edith Kant. ¡­ ¡°There¡¯s oil coming out!¡± The crowd near Tower I began to cheer. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°Someone said it¡¯s oil!¡± ¡°Cooking oil?¡± ¡°Rubbish. Coal is processed here, not lard.¡± ¡°Who cares what it is? Anything His Majesty does is brilliant.¡± ¡°So can we celebrate now?¡± ¡°Yeah, long live the king!¡± ¡°Long live the king!¡± Soon more and more people began cheering, even though many of them had no idea what the fractionation tower was for, they understood that the king was happy. The tidal wave of cheering spread throughout the smelting zone. Within a few minutes, the crowd became exuberant. The cheers of the people seemed to add a little color to the dull routine of everyday life in the depressing Months of Demons. Watching wisps of black and white smoke rising along the river bank and the metalic tower rising up through the snow and mists, Roland felt his heart swell with pride. If the thick smoke above the North Slope Mountain represented the success of the first industrial revolution, then the smoke produced by this tower heralded a brand new era. Chapter 1005 - A Letter from the Desert Chapter 1005: A Letter from the Desert Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Achoo!¡± When Lorgar got out of her warm bed, she felt a dull, throbbing pain on both sides of her head. She smacked her lips, still able to taste the remnant flavor of the strawberry liquor between her teeth. ¡°Looks like¡­ I¡¯m having a hangover again.¡± ¡°Aw¡­¡± An almost inaudible moan escaped her lips. Lorgar had been like this ever since she had returned from the war. She blamed the chief, Roland Wimbledon for all of her misery. All the witches who had participated in the war were well rewarded for their services. Some had received dozens of dollars while some received over a hundred dollars. Lorgar had received a remuneration of 35 dollars, which equated to around 100 gold royals. It was common to reward soldiers and warriors after a war. Mojin warriors were willing to bet their lives on a holy duel not only because of the fame and glory the fight would bring to them but also because of the huge rewards they would receive afterward. Since the desert was always short of resources, the competition for food was fierce. To live a better life, the Mojins had to constantly fight for it. But the members of the Witch Union viewed their rewards in a completely different way. Every night after the learning session was over, the castle hall would be filled with noise and laughter. As the witches now had excessive money to squander, they spent it lavishly on food and shared the food with the others. Andrea was particularly fond of organizing parties as she had received the greatest reward. In fact, she was the person who first started the tradition of carousing and revelry. Lorgar had to admit that those pretty sheets of paper were magical. She didn¡¯t realize how much she had spent until she actually tallied up the numbers. It was seriously a huge amount. But she just couldn¡¯t help it¡­ It was the first time the wolf girl had such an intimate relationship with her peers. After joining the Witch Union, she had soon been accepted by the other witches. Lorgar was quite flattered by their offers of friendship. Although witches were treated as Divine Ladies among the Mojin Clan and were highly respected by most clansmen, Divine Ladies rarely bonded among each other, because each of them represented different rival clans. They would keep a vigilant eye on each other when they met, and certainly would not dine or drink like friends. Although none of the witches were tight on money, they could still not afford to have too many Chaos Drinks. Therefore, Andrea proposed a resolution through card games. The winner would have Chaos Drinks while the loser White Liquor. No magic was allowed, and those who participated in the game had to hold a God¡¯s Stone in their hand¡­ The end result¡ªshe ended up with a terrible hangover. Lorgar would never admit the fault to be her own bad luck. So, she attributed everything to the chief. Had Roland rewarded them with gold royals instead of paper bills, she would have saved up instead of spending them so recklessly. ¡°No, this has to stop.¡± The wolf girl patted her cheeks. She kept reminding herself that the purpose of this trip was to polish her combat skills. If she continued to indulge herself in endless parties and games, she would forget all her fighting techniques. Lorgar had never seen any of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches abandon themselves to worldly pleasure. They were always so dignified, solemn and self-possessed. That was what a seasoned warrior should look like! Lorgar took a deep breath, pulled on a sweater and got off the bed. She planned to visit the Third Border City after brushing her teeth and washing her face. Every single witch in the Third Border City was an excellent warrior. Since Lorgar was not allowed to leave the city alone, she thought it a good idea to learn some combat techniques from the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. Just as Lorgar walked out of her bedroom, she noticed a piece of parchment wedged underneath the living room door. After she had joined the Witch Union, she had moved to the Witch Building in the Castle District and shared a room with Sharon. However, most of the time she had the whole room to herself because Sharon only spent the nights in the building when necessary. So she assumed this piece of parchment was for her. Lorgar picked up the paper with curiosity and found it was a letter. She unsealed it and noticed it was her father¡¯s handwriting. ¡°My dear daughter, how are you doing in Neverwinter? I hope you aren¡¯t being bullied there.¡± Unlike the letters from the northern kingdom that always started with a long opening, her father¡¯s letter was simple and straightforward. The handwriting was as untidy as usual. Lorgar, however, felt a sense of belonging as she read the letter, as if she was back in the desert again. Her tail began to wag excitedly behind her. Although Lorgar had been determined to not rely on her family anymore when she had departed her clan, she felt happy to know that somebody was still worried about her. ¡°How can I be bullied? I¡¯m not a three year old!¡± Lorgar mumbled. She continued to read the letter. ¡°Haha, I think I asked the wrong question. You¡¯re Lorgar Burnflame, Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame Clan. Nobody can bully you, only you can bully others. Am I right?¡± ¡°Our clansmen have moved to the Port of Clearwater from Iron Sand City. We¡¯ve got a piece of fertile land close to the river. Although I don¡¯t know how well the chief treats you, at least he has kept his word to us. He did what he promised during the holy duel. As long as we have a job, we can remain fed and clothed. Therefore, there have been more clans coming here, though it has also created some unpleasant disputes over resources.¡± ¡°But those northerners are different from the Queen of Clearwater. They prohibit any brawls for personal reasons and insist on resorting to legal measures. The process is slow but at least we aren¡¯t being used. Many of the Sand Nation have agreed to resolve their problems in this way, so overall, life here is peaceful.¡± ¡°Apart from rebuilding the Port of Clearwater, our clan has also developed many farmlands in the suburb. We¡¯re planning to grow the wheat shipped through the inner river. Many people from Fallen Dragon Ridge came here to teach us how to dig a trench, fertilize the land and grow crops. I have to admit it¡¯s so easy for the northerners to sustain themselves. They can easily grow the food we have to go through so much pain to collect from the oasis, and they grow so much surplus. Now, everyone has begun to live like a northerner. I¡¯m not saying it isn¡¯t good, but I just feel something is missing when we no longer need to hunt or train ourselves to be strong. My dear daughter, do you have any good idea to make up for this loss?¡± ¡°You should be asking my elder brother this question.¡± Lorgar twitched her lips and continued to read. ¡°Now about you. If¡­ I say, if the chief treats you well, you should find an opportunity to express your desire to serve him. I¡¯ve heard northern nobles like a variety of girls. Perhaps he¡¯s that kind of person¡­¡± The wolf girl rolled her eyes. ¡°Alright. Paws in. I¡¯m just joking. Compared to that, I¡¯m more concerned about your personal development. Have you encountered any of those horrible enemies? You should have become a lot stronger than when you left, right? Remember though, that you should always remain patient. Focus, and slowly work toward your goal.¡± Lorgar felt her cheeks flush red. She almost died of mortification. Lorgar really had encountered the demons. There had even been a big war between them, to which she had contributed nothing. She had thought the front line would be the closest to the enemies, yet the demons had stopped somewhere 300 meters away from their encampment. As a result, instead of getting a closer look at her opponents, Lorgar had been attacked by a weird flying stone pillar and forced to retreat. If she had known this would happen, she would have never chosen to stay at the front. The Artillery Battalion at the rear had, at least, got a chance to have a real battle. In addition to this, she was also not accustomed to using the special firearms the chief specially made for her. They were powerful indeed but were, essentially, something external that could not help her improve herself. Meanwhile, she had a hard time controlling the weapons, so it was difficult for her to blend them in with her actual combat skills. The recent carousing further made Lorgar ashamed of her lack of self-discipline. She had an impulse to visit the Third Border City right away, but stopped as she read the last paragraph of the letter. The wolf girl frowned as she read. ¡°Right, I¡¯m having a little problem. I¡¯ve got news that Iron Sand City is a little disturbed these days. It appears the big clans living there aren¡¯t very happy about so many people leaving the Silver Stream Oasis, although I don¡¯t know the details. It¡¯s up to you to whether to report this to the chief. If he is discriminating against you because of your appearance, you should give him something to worry about as a way of retaliation, shouldn¡¯t you?¡± Lorgar did not even need to think it over. She put away the letter and pushed the door open. Just as she was about to set out for the castle, she spotted Wendy at the other end of the hallway. Lorgar walked up to her and made a curt bow. ¡°Could you take me to His Majesty? I have something to report to him.¡± ¡°Such good timing,¡± Wendy said, chuckling and winking. ¡°His Majesty wants to see you too. Follow me.¡± Chapter 1006 - A "Magic Movie" Chapter 1006: A ¡°Magic Movie¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN To Lorgar¡¯s surprise, the chief did not receive her in his study. Lorgar followed Wendy into the castle parlor and noticed that other than Roland Wimbledon, there was also another woman she did not know in the room. She surveyed the woman with curiosity and noticed the latter was also studying her attentively. Lorgar did not like the way in which the woman stared at her. It was such a piercing stare that she had an impression the woman could see through all of her thoughts. ¡°There you are,¡± Roland said, as laid back as he always was. ¡°I need you to complete a new task. Please take a seat.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Lorgar replied. After living in Neverwinter for half a year, Lorgar learned that the chief did not take the etiquettes very seriously. She went straight up to the lady and sat down in front of her, tail high in the air. Then she said, ¡°However, I want to tell you something about the Southernmost Region first.¡± ¡°Oh, that sounds interesting,¡± said Roland as he raised his brows. ¡°Go ahead.¡± Lorgar related the news she had learned from her father and said, ¡°I don¡¯t think the clans in Iron Sand City would pose any threats to Port of Clearwater, but it would be a good idea to keep our eyes peeled. It takes time and effort to develop a virgin land but only a second to destroy it. We need to stay alert, especially considering that the main force of the First Army isn¡¯t stationed there anymore. They are all back to Neverwinter.¡± ¡°I see,¡± said Roland thoughtfully as he stroked his chin. ¡°In fact, the General Staff has foreseen this kind of situation when they proposed to relocate the clansmen. It has been almost a year now. I believe they¡¯re well prepared.¡± Lorgar asked thoughtfully, ¡°You are referring to¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Roland said, flashing back a smile. ¡°As the First Army has to get prepared for the Battle of Divine Will, we can¡¯t rely on them to take care of everything in the kingdom. It¡¯d be better to let the locals solve the problem in the Southernmost Region themselves.¡± Roland paused for a few seconds and then said, ¡°But I appreciate your father¡¯s heads-up. If he could interfere with the matter, that would be very helpful.¡± ¡°Perhaps I can write to my father.¡± The wolf girl blurted out. She soon realized she had already taken the side of Neverwinter¡­ or rather, the chief¡¯s side before she even noticed it. ¡°It¡¯s politics. Leave it to me.¡± Roland waved away Lorgar¡¯s request. ¡°Plus, I asked you to come here not to discuss those serious political matters. Let me present May to you. You are probably more familiar with her other name: the Star of the Western Region.¡± ¡°Star Flower¡­ Troupe?¡± Lorgar was a bit surprised. She took little interest in plays. In fact, she had not known the name of the troupe until Echo had told her. Lorgar knew nothing about the troupe except that there were two famous actresses admired by everyone in Neverwinter. She wondered what she had to do with the troupe. ¡°You¡¯re Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame Clan, right? Growing up in the desert, you look indeed quite different from us.¡± May finally stopped gazing at Lorgar. She rose to her feet and dipped in a curtsy gracefully. ¡°Nice to meet you, Ms. Lorgar. I¡¯m looking forward to working with you.¡± ¡°Working with me?¡± Lorgar was completely in a blank. She gave the chief a bewildered look. May was not a witch. As for herself, she did not have a talent in acting like Echo. It did not make any sense for her to work with May. ¡°Let me explain it to you,¡± Roland said, a faint smile playing about his lips. ¡°Do you remember I once said that more people should accept those witches who possess abilities similar to yours? People shouldn¡¯t judge a person by their looks. No matter how strange their appearances are, they are one of us, even if they have scaly faces. Starring in a play is definitely the fastest way to let people know about you.¡± ¡°You want me to be on stage?¡± said Lorgar, panic-stricken. Although the residents in Neverwinter weren¡¯t blatantly discriminating her because of her ears and tail, it was a different story to put herself in the spotlight. Lorgar protested, ¡°But I know nothing about acting, and this isn¡¯t something I¡¯m good at either. I haven¡¯t seen anyone show hostility against me. Perhaps you should find someone else¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry.¡± As if seeing through her mind, Roland replied, ¡°You don¡¯t need to act in front of strangers, and the target audience isn¡¯t Neverwinter residents either. This is something brand new. I call it mo ¡ª No, it should be termed as ¡®magic movie¡¯.¡± ¡°Magic movie?¡± The wolf girl echoed. Roland presented her a strange-looking crystal on his desk, and then she noticed it was not just a piece of ordinary ornament. There were three gorgeous gems embedded in the silver-white prism, patterned in ghostly blue stripes. As the light hit the prism from different angles, Lorgar saw flickers of light reflect off the surface of the striped prism. ¡°This is called the Sigil of Recording. Like the Sigil of God¡¯s Will, it¡¯s a legacy device used in the Taquila Age. It can create various magic effects if used in combination with other magic stones,¡± Roland explained. ¡°However, it doesn¡¯t mean that the Sigil can manipulate time. Instead, it records it. Thanks to the Senior Demon and the giant Devilbeast we captured, we obtained many high-quality magic stones, including this one. It¡¯s very precious, so it isn¡¯t easy to get hold of one. In other words, you aren¡¯t acting on the central square or anywhere else, but in this very world.¡± ¡°When I heard we can do such a wonderful thing with magic power, I couldn¡¯t contain my surprise and excitement,¡± May put in. ¡°Ms. Lorgar doesn¡¯t know much about plays, so you may not understand what this implies. Our performances depend on various factors, such as the actress¡¯ age, her experience and personal condition. Therefore, we can¡¯t expect her each show to be perfect. She can only have her best performance once.¡± ¡°However, His Majesty is now able to record our best moments, which means we can rehearse our every single movement and expression until they are perfect. This is a miracle!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve heard the Sigil was used to record important meetings and ceremonies. It¡¯s an ingenious idea to experiment with it on plays. His Majesty decided to write a play based on a real story.¡± May heaped praises on Roland. ¡°I¡¯m certain once the news gets out, all actors will be exhilarated. They will be willing to pay tons of gold royals to witness this historic moment.¡± ¡°Ahem.¡± Roland was a little embarrassed, an expression that was rarely seen on him. ¡°Star Flower Troupe should take the full credit. You¡¯ve done a lot over the past two years in terms of political propaganda.¡± He then turned to Lorgar and asked, ¡°What do you think of it? The story is based solely on your personal experience. It took me nearly half a month to write it.¡± Lorgar did not have the faintest idea what the ¡°magic movie¡± was. She could neither relate acting to the miraculous magic stone, nor did she want to waste her precious time on something she had no interest in. However, when Roland told her that the story was based on her personal experience, she changed her mind. ¡°Well in that case¡­ I¡¯ll give it a shot,¡± Lorgar replied while shaking her ears. Chapter 1007 - The Sigil of Recording Chapter 1007: The Sigil of Recording Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After everyone withdrew from the room, Nightingale asked, ¡°Half a month? Didn¡¯t you just make the decision a couple of days ago?¡± ¡°Nevermind the details,¡± said Roland whilst ignoring Nightingale¡¯s question. ¡°Do you think she would agree if I told her the truth? If Lorgar refused to participate in this project, we would have to ask Joan. She can¡¯t even talk to people, except Lightning and Maggie. Even if May teaches her acting skills, it wouldn¡¯t be much of a help. That¡¯s why I spoke in such a grave tone so that Lorgar couldn¡¯t refuse¡­ This is also one of my negotiation techniques.¡± ¡°Well, I suppose you¡¯re right¡­¡± Nightingale muttered under her breath while twitching her lips. ¡°But why do I have the impression that this wasn¡¯t the real reason she consented.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± said Roland. ¡°No, nothing,¡± Nightingale said evasively with a whistle. She shoved a piece of dried fish into her mouth and asked, ¡°Is it really OK to leave the Southernmost Region as it is?¡± Roland shrugged to indicate that he had no intention of probing into the matter. ¡°It might be bad news if this happened in the time before their relocation where nobody knew what life in Port of Clearwater would be like. But now, it¡¯s too late for the conservatives to turn the table. The fact that the chief of the Wildflame clan wrote to Lorgar about this incident indicates that he has completely sided with us. Those conservatives can¡¯t win. If they do wage a war, they would be declaring enmity towards all the clans.¡± There was a garrison of 500 new recruits stationed at Fallen Dragon Ridge and Port of Clearwater, but Roland was not planning to send them to the desert. He simply needed to inform Brian in the Southern Territory for the latter to know what to do. Roland was now done with negotiation and persuasion. If someone attempted to stir up trouble, he did not mind resorting to force. Nevertheless, Roland did not want to waste his time on these trifling matters. He returned his attention back to the Sigil of Recording. The Months of Demons had been ongoing for half a month already. In the past, by this time of the year, the focus of Neverwinter would normally shift from construction to city defense. People would automatically start to prepare themselves to fight against demonic beasts without the need of Roland to remind them. But the whole northwest was surprisingly peaceful this year. No demonic hybrid groups had emerged so far, not even the regular demonic beasts that usually acted alone. Lightning had once flown to Hermes Plateau. She reported that no demonic beasts were found there either. She had also seen the flag of the Wimbledon House ripple upon the city wall of the new holy city. Within, she saw nuns delivering bricks back and forth to build new blockhouses and to form a defensive line at the garrison in Coldwind Ridge. Nothing else came into her view except a desolate land covered by snow as though the entire Fertile Plains was frozen. After a heated discussion, the ancient witches concluded that the demons had stopped the invasion of demonic beasts. It made sense. Although the Taquila Ruins was a tiny spot on the vast plains, the demons relied on it to transport supplies and put out sentries. It was very likely that they had exterminated those demonic beasts long ago. As all the construction work had been suspended due to the interminable snow and there was no need to fight at the border any longer, the residents in Neverwinter soon found themselves in a state of extreme boredom. Roland was well aware how detrimental this could be to people¡¯s morale, especially when this occurred after a major victory. The best example was the witches in the castle who abandoned themselves to card games and carouse. To keep people motivated and also to help the witches release their energy, Roland had thus decided to make a movie. Roland had witnessed the effect of the Sigil of Recording once at Reflection Church in the old holy city. It was even more impressive than the 3D photography in modern society. The recording was, in a sense, a reconstruction of a scene. Roland believed that before he could successfully develop virtual reality technologies, the Sigil would be irreplaceable in the entertainment industry. Roland wondered how citizens would react to the lifelike 3D movie when a mere traditional play was sufficient to entertain them. Now, Roland saw why May had lost her composure after seeing what the Sigil could do. For actresses like her, the technology was definitely epochal. If she could star in the movie, she would be remembered by all her peers in the acting industry. He didn¡¯t tell May, however, that in reality, movies soon replaced plays, becoming the most popular form of entertainment in modern society. It was a truth May would probably never expect to happen. Despite its amazing recording feature, the Sigil of Recording had a big drawback, which was that the recording wasn¡¯t modifiable. Moreover, the magic stone of which the sigil was made of was only available to the demons. According to Agatha, one Sigil of Recording had a ¡°battery life¡± of 12 hours. Once it was fully ¡°charged¡±, it would start to record the scene. The recording would automatically stop upon interruption, which meant no mistakes were allowed during the process. The only way to eliminate a recording error was to recharge the stone for another 12 hours and start again from the beginning. In that case, the new recording would overwrite the old images. Another downside was that the Sigil could not be recycled. Like the Sigil of Listening, the Sigil of Recording was also a compound. The Sigil of Listening was composed of two separate parts, a ¡°receiver¡± and a ¡°microphone¡±. The Sigil of Recording, however, was exactly the opposite. It worked only when two stones were combined. There was a groove at the top of its crystal base. When the magic stone was injected with magic blood and inserted into the groove, the Sigil would instantly start to play all the footages it had previously saved. You could not switch back to the recording mode once the Sigil started to play footages. Removing the magic stone by force would destroy the device. This was actually an asset for preserving important historical records ¡ª once the Sigil was in the play mode, nobody could tamper with the videotape. This made it a big downside for filming. Because in that case, they only had one chance to shoot, and all shots had to be perfect without any errors, which was almost impossible to achieve. Fortunately, Roland had found a solution. He just needed to ask Summer to reconstruct scenes. In this way, actresses could rehearse as many times as they liked until they were satisfied with their performances. During the final shot, a ¡°cameraman¡± would arrive and film with the Sigil of Recording. Since Summer could fast forward, playback and pause footages, they could even achieve some special effects such as bullet time. Summer¡¯s ability did not include reconstructing sounds, but Echo¡¯s dubbing could easily solve this problem. Now that all the conditions for filming were met, Roland just needed actors and actresses. He could foresee what a big stir the movie would make among the public. ¡­ After taking a shower, Lorgar wrapped herself in a bath towel and returned to her room. She slumped onto her soft bed before her tail was completely dry. Her body was sore from training, but she felt happy for being productive again. She did not care about how much progress she had made at this point. All she needed now was a good rest. Then she saw the yellow book on the nightstand in the corner of her eyes. ¡°Ah¡­ right, the script.¡± Lorgar pricked up her ears, untied the bath towel, got into bed and picked the script up. May Lannis had told her it was important to familiarize herself with the story first. If she had any questions, she was welcome to ask her anytime. But this was not what Lorgar cared about. She just wanted to know what the chief thought of her. Since it was a story created for her, she might find some clues in it. Lorgar took a deep breath and started to read. Then she saw the title ¡ª ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± Chapter 1008 - The Wolf Princess Chapter 1008: The Wolf Princess Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Once upon a time, there was a great city with lofty mountains behind and a beautiful plain in front. It was known as the Mountain City and inside of it lived two lovely little princesses.¡± ¡°At the age of 14, the elder princess awakened and became a witch. It was not a big deal since the people of the city lived with the witches in peace. Actually, without the witches¡¯ help, they could never settle down in this dangerous place. But beyond everyone¡¯s expectations, the magic power ruined the princess¡¯ appearance instead of increasing her beauty.¡± ¡°Her ears atrophied day by day while a pair of furry pointy ears were growing on the top of her head. Her fingers became long and hairy and it was hard to shave them. Gradually, she started to look different from a human being.¡± ¡°No one has ever seen such a witch. Even the court mentors could not confirm that this change was caused by awakening.¡± ¡°As time went by, the princess¡¯ condition got worse and worse. A rumor from an unknown source started to go around the palace. They whispered that the elder princess was cursed.¡± ¡°So the great chief wants me to play this elder princess?¡± Lorgar touched her own face and thought. ¡°Lucky for me¡­ I don¡¯t have hairy cheeks.¡± She felt sympathetic to the elder princess. Lorgar got her half-animal look after repeated use of her transformation ability and had spent quite a long time to accept this change. The princess in the story, however, began to look like a wolf after her awakening and it was not strange that she would be rejected or abhorred by others. ¡°This is too cruel to the princess. Maybe the great chief should make some change here.¡± The Wolf Girl maneuvered her body into a more comfortable position and turned to the next page with interest. ¡°The princess¡¯ little sister did not mind her changes at all, but the wolf princess could clearly feel the increase of the strength in her body. It was so strong that she was afraid that she would not be able to control it well. Since she did not want to hurt her little sister accidentally someday, she deliberately distanced herself from her, and in the end, she even shut herself off in the depths of the palace.¡± ¡°Since then, the two princesses who had been so close had lost touch with one another.¡± ¡°This separation lasted for four years.¡± ¡°When the little princess was 16 years old, something unforeseen took place.¡± ¡°An exotic prince came to the Mountain City to propose to the little princess. His convoys formed a long queue of 2,500 meters, and his attendants respectfully called him king of the world. The jewelry he wore shone brighter than the sun, and all the girls in the city were attracted by his handsome appearance.¡± ¡°The king was greatly pleased and held a splendid banquet to entertain this distinguished guest.¡± ¡°All the nobles praised the prince and averred that the marriage between him and the little princess would bring supreme wealth and prosperity to the Mountain City.¡± ¡°¡®I disagree!''¡± ¡°The wolf princess suddenly came to the banquet hall.¡± ¡°She couldn¡¯t sit idly by and let a suspicious person take her little sister away.¡± ¡°However, her little sister, who had not seen the wolf princess for four years, hesitated to trust her judgment.¡± ¡°Overwhelmed by sadness and disappointment, the wolf princess finally lost control of her power. She vandalized the hall and injured the prince. After that, she escaped from the Mountain City.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ you idiot, your ability won¡¯t grow with your age.¡± Lorgar stroked her forehead. She speculated that such uncontrollable behaviors must have been caused by lack of practice. She thought that if she was the wolf princess in the story, she would ask her father to build her an exercise room where she could fight against some professional warriors every day to improve her skills. Only by doing so, a witch would learn to manipulate her magic power flexibly. Lorgar herself could serve as an example. In the second year after her awakening, she had succeeded in using her wolf hand to hold a cup without crushing it after repeated practice. She had just intended to flip through the pages in the beginning, but now, she was utterly immersed in the story and could not wait to know what was going to happen next. ¡°The wolf princess decided to let go of her past and freely release her energy after she left the city. Soon her Day of Adulthood arrived. Her power increased drastically and she turned into a giant wolf. Meanwhile, she realized something strange about the exotic prince. He had come to the city on a snowy day, but his convoys had left no track in the snow and there had been no light in the carriages even at night. It seemed as if the ones inside the carriages were not human beings.¡± ¡°At the same time, inside the city, the little princess felt that she was wrong. She did not want to lose her elder sister, her closest friend in the world. With the help of a pigeon and a fish, she sneaked out of the palace and set out to find the wolf princess.¡± ¡°Unexpectedly, she bumped into the exotic prince halfway. He came to stop her but she refused to leave with him. At this moment, the prince tore off his disguise and revealed his true self. He turned out to be an insidious demon lord. It proudly explained the whole thing to the princess: The Mountain City was a natural choke point, so the demon lord planned to crack human beings¡¯ defense line from the inside, and after its army conquered the Mountain City, they would march into the heavily populated areas. It told the princess that it was already too late for human beings to react since their army, which was hiding in the convoys was slowly passing through the gate of the city now.¡± ¡°After that, the demon lord kidnapped the princess, but the pigeon overheard the whole conversation and told it to the wolf princess. Without any hesitation, she rushed back into the city which was now caught in the maelstrom of war. She helped the soldiers to turn the situation around and led the human army to recapture the palace.¡± ¡°However, the demon lord still refused to give up, so a decisive battle between the demon and the wolf princess broke out.¡± ¡°After a fierce combat, the wolf princess killed the demon lord and saved her sister and the city. Unfortunately, she was severely wounded during the battle and died in the end. When her sister became the queen, she built a statue in the city to commemorate the wolf princess. This touching story was widely spread and passed down from generation to generation¡­¡± Lorgar closed the book and rubbed her sore neck. She breathed a big sigh of relief and felt sincerely satisfied! She could tell from the story that in the great chief¡¯s view, she was an excellent warrior now, who could not only protect her friends but also stand out to save a country. She felt so flattered and wagged her tail happily. She did not have a problem with the ending where the wolf princess died. As a warrior, she thought it was an honor to be killed on the battlefield, especially in a fight against a strong opponent. For her, it was an acceptable ending, since there was not a healing witch like Miss Nana in the story. However, she still felt confused about some parts of the story. Such as, why did the wolf princess feel so bad when she heard that her younger sister was about to get married. Since at that time, the exotic princess was so popular and no one found out that he was a demon, as an elder sister, the wolf princess should have wished the new couple all the best. She also wondered why the demon lord had to explain everything to the little princess before kidnapping her. As a military leader, it appeared too talkative and was clearly not prudent enough. ¡°Well¡­ who cares.¡± ¡°Now that I had already promised the great chief, I have to act in this drama¡ªno, this magic movie well. As for the training¡­ it is not too late to start it half a month later.¡± Lorgar stretched herself in satisfaction and fell asleep with a smile on her face. Chapter 1009 - Commitment Chapter 1009: Commitment Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Three days later, the filming for The Wolf Princess officially began. Undoubtedly, shooting a film was a brand new experience for the people in this world, but Roland had never expected them to become this crazy over it. Since the very first day, it had caught the attention of all the Witch Union members. Most of them had never seen a film, but this did not prevent them from imagining how marvelous it would be. Some of the cast were God¡¯s Punishment witches. They vividly described their experiences in the cinemas of the Dream World and so made this magic movie sound even more appealing. If someone now asked the witches which location they wanted to visit the most, most of them would definitely choose the Dream World. The Witch Union members and the Sleeping Island witches, who were unable to get into the Dream World, were particularly looking forward to this movie. No one was willing to just spend their whole day eating, drinking or playing cards anymore. By the second day of filming, all of them, even Tilly, had applied to join the film shooting project. Roland was surprised since, as far as he could remember, this was the first time Tilly had ever demanded something from him. In the end, the roster of the cast and the crew members had to be changed several times to include the extra witches. Roland was more than happy to indulge them as long as it did not affect their work and productivity. These new members also brought the crew many surprises. Lightning was one such example. She replaced Amy to work as the cameraman. In order to portray the two princesses¡¯ happy childhood in a better light, the little girl took full advantage of her flying ability. She flew up into the sky and then descended from that height to shoot a panorama of the snowy city. She recorded a stream of pedestrians while flying along the streets. After that, she captured all the images along the way as she flew into a small bedroom in the castle through a window which had many icicles on the frame. Finally, she landed in the room to shoot a close-up of the laughing sisters in front of a burning fireplace. Roland spent a great deal of time explaining camera language to the crew. He even drew pictures to show them what he meant, even though he was not good at sketching at all. In the middle of describing basic viewing angles and framing of shots to the crew, he spotted an exceptionally excited look in May¡¯s eyes. The Star of the Western Region was extremely talented in drama. She could imagine a whole scene in her head and could take each prop and each person in that scene into consideration. It was not an obvious advantage for a traditional theater actress, but it would become an incredibly important skill in filmmaking. The other actress Irene, who was playing the younger sister of the wolf princess, was sorely lacking such a talent. In the following days, May started to use the shooting skills she had learned from Roland. She quickly got familiar with them and even created some new techniques on her own. Some of the scenes that she directed even reminded Roland of the modern movies. When she filmed the scene where the exotic prince came to the palace, she began with close-ups of his jewel-encrusted boots, his golden cloak, silk shirt, and then his handsome smiling face. After that, she panned out to show a long queue of gorgeously dressed servants behind him to show his grand entrance. By the way, the man who played the prince was her husband, Carter Lannis. Though Roland was reluctant to admit it, his Chief Knight was indeed the most handsome man in Neverwinter when dressed up. The improvement in composition and directing was just one of the surprises. The adoption of special effects was an even more amazing progress. New ideas and new visual effects emerged every day. Soraya¡¯s ¡°three-dimensional background¡± was one such example. Another was Sharon¡¯s lightning effect. If needed, Nightingale could use her Mist, Molly her Magic Servant, and Shadow could create phantom illusions for even more special effects. Maggie played two roles in the movie. In her pigeon form, she was a close friend of the younger princess. In her Devilbeast form, she was the demon lord¡¯s best warrior and would fight a fierce battle against the wolf princess on a snowy field. The battle scenes they filmed could only be called ¡°ground-breaking¡±. Both the earth and the mountains would tremble and all the birds and animals would flee from the scene as fast as they could. Even Lotus and Honey got to contribute significantly to the production of the movie. By the time they were just halfway through the filming of the movie, the number of crew members had already expanded to more than 300 people. Apart from the Witch Union members, the Sleeping Spell witches and the Taquila survivors were also attracted by this event. In the end, this filmmaking process turned into a giant carnival for the witches. Standing on top of the city wall, Roland looked down at the bustling crowd and sighed with emotion. To his surprise, this magic movie brought the three witch organizations closer. In the past, they had been like oil and water, refusing to mix, but now they seemed to be able to along well with each other, as if they were one big family. No matter what kind of abilities they had, now they worked together for the same movie. When they focused on doing their jobs well, they forget about their differences in strength and origin. Gradually, this experience created a very special bond between them. For Roland, this was really a pleasant surprise. It was a cold day. As Roland exhaled, he could see white vapor coming out of his mouth. He turned to look at Anna. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going down to have some fun with them?¡± In the beginning, Nightingale joined the film crew only when she was needed. However, now she frolicked around with them all day long. ¡°No, I¡¯ve lots of work to do.¡± Anna showed her hands to Roland. Her sleeves were covered in oil. ¡°The sizes of the internal combustion engine parts in the drawing aren¡¯t accurate enough. I still have to make adjustments, and¡­¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Roland blinked. ¡°And I have the most fun staying beside you.¡± She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. The next moment, he felt her warm flames spread out to dispel the chill of the snow. He shut his mouth and enjoyed this peaceful moment with her. After a long time, Anna said in a soft voice, ¡°The future you promised has arrived.¡± He followed her gaze to look at the crew again. Besides the witches, the common people also fitted in well. May was making gestures with her hands. She seemed to be teaching Lorgar and Carter how to act together. Irene was squatting by the side combing Maggie¡¯s hair. The little girl was squinting her eyes and seemed to really be enjoying it. Together with the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, the new staff of the film crew was placing the props for the next scene. Compared to a factory, which featured a clear division of labor, the film crew¡¯s style of working appeared more relaxed and harmonious. On this snowy day, both the witches and the common people were working together with one heart and one mind. ¡°No, I have yet to fulfill all of my promises.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°Are you referring to the situation of the other regions of Graycastle? Things are going to get better in those cities soon.¡± ¡°No, I didn¡¯t mean the relations between the witches and the common people. I meant something else,¡± he replied with a smile. ¡°I thought that I would need mountains of preparations to achieve this goal step by step, but now I feel that it¡¯s not that complicated. As long as I take the first few steps, the rest of the problems will automatically resolve themselves in the process, just like how this movie has progressed. I haven¡¯t set up any rules or guidelines for it, but it has still turned out this well. It¡¯s even given me a lot of pleasant surprises.¡± ¡°So what is it that you still have left to fulfill?¡± Anna raised her head and blinked. In her eyes that were as blue as a peaceful lake, he saw the reflection of snowflakes. ¡°Ascend the throne as a king,¡± Roland paused and then said word by word, ¡°and then marry you.¡± Chapter 1010 - A Legitimate Heir Chapter 1010: A Legitimate Heir Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Majesty¡­ Your Majesty, please think twice!¡± Roland heard Barov shouting anxiously outside his office. It was only after the City Hall Director had run to his desk while panting heavily that Roland finally put down his teacup and asked, ¡°What should I think twice about? The coronation ceremony?¡± ¡°No. I meant your wedding announcement. You are going to marry a witch and make her your queen.¡± Barov glanced toward the place behind Roland while wiping the sweat from his forehead. ¡°Ah, Your Majesty, I¡¯m afraid this isn¡¯t a proper way to handle the case.¡± Roland was not surprised by Barov¡¯s objection at all. He had anticipated as much when he first informed the City Hall of his decision. To remove the obstacles to his marriage to Anna, the City Hall would be the first group that he had to persuade. After the Months of Demons, Neverwinter would send troops to the Fertile Plains once again to eliminate the demons¡¯ latest outpost in Taquila. Meanwhile, the City Hall would be busy carrying out the spring plowing plans, new construction projects, and trade programs. The coming year would be an exceptionally busy year for Graycastle, so it did not sound like a good idea to hold such a ceremony now. According to tradition, preparing a coronation alone would need at least two to three months, not to mention that there was a wedding after it. Preparing these activities would inevitably increase his administration¡¯s workload and thus would interfere with Neverwinter¡¯s production and military plans. However, Roland did not make this decision on a sudden impulse. Different from the previous winters, this winter was peaceful. He wanted to seize this rare opportunity to hold both his coronation ceremony and his wedding, which would boost his subjects¡¯ morale without costing him too much effort. More importantly, he really hoped to redeem his promise to Anna as soon as possible. Of course, as a feudal king, he could do whatever he wished just like the rest of the self-indulgent rulers throughout history who had imposed their personal values on others and thus had forced their foolish decisions to get implemented. However, he did not intend to become such a ruler. He created this City Hall, and he was confident that he could properly handle this case without turning against his own administration. In Roland¡¯s view, exercising his power while staying within the boundaries of the rules would be a much better choice than abusing his power. ¡°Why?¡± Roland knocked on the desk as he asked Barov. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ it¡¯s because you need an heir,¡± Barov said urgently. ¡°Everyone knows that a witch can never give you a child. There¡¯s a war on the horizon. If some unexpected stroke of misfortune were to happen to you, the other nobles would covet your throne. An heir will make your people feel secure.¡± Barov paused for a moment before adding, ¡°If you just want to be with lady Anna, you don¡¯t really need to marry her.¡± ¡°Oh? What do you mean?¡± ¡°You could marry a lesser noble¡¯s daughter,¡± Barov suggested. ¡°No one would oppose such a decision. You don¡¯t have to take her seriously. You just need her to stand beside you on official occasions, and you can still do whatever you want¡ª¡± ¡°So you mean that Anna can¡¯t become the queen because she¡¯s a witch?¡± Nightingale suddenly interrupted. ¡°I don¡¯t think Lady Anna will mind such superficial things.¡± Barov coughed twice to cover his embarrassment. ¡°It¡¯s for the benefit of the country, Your Majesty. If you find it hard to tell Lady Anna about this arrangement in person, I can pass on your words to her.¡± ¡°You aren¡¯t her. How can you know that she won¡¯t mind? I can bet that she would never want a third person between His Majesty and herself!¡± Nightingale insisted. ¡°It has nothing to do with personal feelings. It¡¯s about an heir¡­¡± ¡°Enough.¡± Roland raised his hands to stop them. ¡°I get it. I just need to find a legitimate heir to the throne to reassure my people.¡± ¡°Find¡­ a legitimate heir?¡± Barov was a little bit startled. ¡°Isn¡¯t this a good solution?¡± Roland replied with a casual air. ¡°After I defeated the Pope, I absorbed her entire lifespan. I actually don¡¯t need anyone to inherit the throne. That¡¯s why I was able to decide to marry Anna. Unfortunately, there are only a few people like you who know about this matter. Most of the subjects know little about magic power and thus probably won¡¯t believe it. Under such circumstances, in order to give my people an inner sense of security, I must find an heir and let them pin their hopes on him. Am I right?¡± Since the battle at Coldwind Ridge against the church, the senior officials of the City Hall were aware that Roland had gone through a spiritual battle called the Battle of Souls, in which the winner could inherit everything from the loser. They had found it hard to believe at first, but then the appearance of the Taquila witches and their Soul Transfer technique had reduced their doubts about it. During the first United Front meeting, Roland had confirmed this rumor and had used this advantage to win Pasha¡¯s trust. Ever since then, all the senior officials of the City Hall had bought the story that Roland now had a limitless lifespan. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s what I meant,¡± Barov said, unaware that he was falling into a trap. ¡°As long as you have an heir, no one will oppose your marriage.¡± ¡°I have a simpler way to solve this problem.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°A year ago, when we attacked Hermes, I happened to find Gerald Wimbledon¡¯s mistress. She¡¯s a maid working in a tavern, and she had a son with Gerald.¡± ¡°What did you¡­ say?¡± Barov¡¯s eyes widened in surprise. ¡°Are you sure that the child is¡­¡± ¡°Yes, he has grey hair and grey eyes.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me at that time?¡± ¡°If I had told you, they would have been killed a long time ago.¡± Roland picked up his teacup and took a sip. ¡°How is it? We have a legitimate heir now. Isn¡¯t it a better way to solve the problem?¡± Gerald¡¯s child was indeed a good choice. He was not a threat to Roland and could be replaced at any time. Even though he might ultimately never become the king, he would still be widely discussed and could greatly raise the subjects¡¯ spirits. Barov¡¯s eyes shone with excitement. Seeing this, Roland knew that the Chief Director had already understood what he meant. Now, he did not need to do anything except tell the subjects about this boy and bring him to Neverwinter. As for the actual situation surrounding the little boy and his mother, he believed that the people would exert their imagination and creativity to make up their own legendary stories. ¡°If his mother is just a maid in a tavern, he can only be counted as a bastard child. We must give his mother a higher status. Otherwise, making him an heir will attract many disapproving comments. Fortunately, she¡¯s not a noble lady. It¡¯s much easier to control a civilian woman¡­¡± Barov started to plan the whole thing in his heart. Roland felt his lips curling into a smile. Now he could avoid fighting a verbal battle against Barov to sell his ideas, unlike three years ago. The City Hall Director could easily follow his hints and help him plan out the whole thing. No one would doubt his words anymore, no matter how implausible they sounded, not even his claim of having eternal life. ¡°You go make a plan for this child and my coronation ceremony. We¡¯ll discuss the details later.¡± Roland waved his hand to Barov, indicating that he was dismissed. After Barov¡¯s departure, Roland heaved a long sigh of relief. ¡°I never expected that you would speak up for Anna.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I just can¡¯t help it¡­¡± ¡°No, you don¡¯t need to apologize. You¡¯re absolutely right.¡± He glanced at Nightingale deliberately and found that she looked much calmer than he had expected. ¡°I just thought you would¡­¡± ¡°You thought I would look miserable and feel depressed hearing this news?¡± Nightingale gave him a cold stare. ¡°I think this wedding is already too late. If it wasn¡¯t for Anna, I wouldn¡¯t have let you get away with it so easily.¡± Roland still remembered the relieved look on her face when she had appeared in front of him after disappearing for two days. He guessed that her change must have had something to do with the secret agreement between her and Anna. Curious as he was, he still did not ask her about the secret. Chapter 1011 - Making a Big Splash Chapter 1011: Making a Big Splash Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Now that the new administrative system had significantly sped up information transmission, the news about the king¡¯s coronation and wedding quickly spread from west to north, causing a stir along its way. In the past, this kind of news was usually spread by merchants and boatmen. Now, however, the local government of each town and city posted bulletins in the busiest streets and sent staff to explain them to the public. It seemed as if the government wanted every person to know the king¡¯s decision. Under such circumstances, the news became the hottest topic in all towns and cities within just a few days. Everybody was so fervently talking about it that they had even forgotten about the cold weather. As always, most civilians loved to gather around a fireplace to drink ale and discuss the recent news and hearsay. This traditional recreational pastime for the people brought brisk business as well as various views and information to taverns. Covert Trumpeter was such a place. Black Hammer, the new owner of the tavern, grinned from ear to ear in these days. His business usually languished in winters, but this winter, his tavern was flourishing because of the news about the king¡¯s coronation and wedding. Seeing the rapid increase in his income, he felt really good. He predicted that his business would continue to boom until the end of the king¡¯s coronation ceremony. ¡°What a wise decision to hold the ceremony in the Months of Demons!¡± he thought as his heart melted in gratitude. If he could meet His Majesty in person now, he would immediately get on the ground to kiss his boots. After all, gold royals were the most adorable thing in the whole world. Unfortunately, as a former Rat, he probably would not be allowed to meet Roland Wimbledon. He even seldom got a chance to meet Theo. Black Hammer knew his limits and never expected a sudden status upgrade. Theo was not a poor patrol leader or an ordinary guard of Prince Roland anymore. Since Timothy¡¯s defeat, he had become the most powerful man in the old king¡¯s city. He had easily sent the previous owner of Covert Trumpeter, Nagy, who had treated Rats like cr*p, to some remote place. In the clean-up operation against Black Street, Black Hammer and his friends had followed Theo¡¯s advice to split off from Skeleton Fingers. That was how they became official subjects of the city and took over this tavern. Black Hammer could never forget about Theo¡¯s help. He wanted to express his gratitude to him personally, so he planned to visit Theo¡¯s home with Silver Ring, Pott and Little Finger before he left the old king¡¯s city. Though this might cost him some gold royals, he believed that as long as he could keep a good relationship with Theo, he would earn them back sooner or later. Despite that, he also knew that he should do his job properly. He needed to collect information for Theo. Once he heard some valuable information from some bragging trader or traveler, he would write it down and send it to the connector. At present, he was on watch for potential insurgents. There were some suspicious-looking people on the 6th table. ¡°Do you really believe that¡¯s just a coincidence?¡± A red-faced merchant grumbled. ¡°How come the king hastily arranged his coronation ceremony all of a sudden? Do you really believe he just happened to find his eldest brother¡¯s widow and son when he announced that he was going to marry a witch who can never bear a child?¡± This statement was echoed by some people. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that His Highness Gerald didn¡¯t like women at all. Someone stated that he had an affair with a young knight. How come he suddenly had a fiancee?¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°You aren¡¯t from here. Of course, you don¡¯t know anything. Unlike Prince Timothy and Prince Roland, he seldom attended banquets, so it¡¯s probably true.¡± ¡°And think about it,¡± the merchant spoke again. ¡°His Majesty only said that he was going to bring them to Neverwinter. He didn¡¯t confirm that the child was Gerald¡¯s son. He did this on purpose. He wants us to discuss whether the boy is a lawful inheritor of the throne. When we focus on talking about where the boy¡¯s mother came from and whether he¡¯s an offspring of the Wimbledon family, either of which will take us at least several years. By then, we would¡¯ve forgotten about the most important thing.¡± ¡°What¡­ exactly are you trying to say?¡± ¡°What¡¯s the most important thing?¡± ¡°The witches!¡± He took a swig of wine and continued. ¡°They must have manipulated the king and created the so-called widow and child to distract our attention. They¡¯re scheming to control the whole Graycastle!¡± Everyone was in an uproar. ¡°Witches can make people?¡± ¡°Yes, they¡¯re capable of making anything!¡± The merchant exclaimed bitterly. ¡°They could make stones float on water, not to mention creating a person. Because of these evil stone things, no one comes to hire my ship anymore! Though, they may not be able to make a flawless person. That¡¯s why they made up this story. They need more time. When they succeed, they won¡¯t need the child anymore!¡± ¡°Aha, you must be out of your mind. Do you think that His Majesty stays alone in the palace with only one God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation?¡± The crowd erupted into laughter, bringing cheer to the tavern. ¡°You guys¡ªhic¡ªkeep laughing. The witches have already produced some machine to replace the miners in Silver City and have filled all the inland rivers with their concrete ships. Soon it¡¯ll be your turn, and then we¡¯ll see who¡¯s laughing!¡± The merchant rumbled. Well, it¡¯s not valuable information, but this guy sounds quite rebellious. With this thought in mind, Black Hammer took out his charcoal and a piece of paper to write down the features of the merchant. He also commented in this report that this man slandered the royal family and maliciously attacked the witches. After that, he folded the paper and inserted it into an inconspicuous slit in the wine cabinet. If nothing else, the police department would quickly respond to his report. He estimated that the merchant would get caught the moment he stepped out of the tavern. As for whether he was a rebel, he believed the interrogator would find out the answer. That was not his task. ¡­ At this moment, Yorko was selecting clothes inside his residence in the Inner City. ¡°How about this one?¡± He asked as he lifted a formal high-collared garment made of fine material in front of himself. ¡°Will it make me look fat?¡± The person he was asking was Denise Payton, the businesswoman he had met at the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s king¡¯s city. She was rolling on the bed and covered her bare chest with just a corner of the quilt. ¡°You never prepared so carefully when you were dating me. You haven¡¯t received an invitation yet. Do you intend to go to Neverwinter right after you heard the news?¡± ¡°I¡¯m an old friend of His Majesty. Invitations are for outsiders. I don¡¯t need it,¡± said Yorko as he shook the garment. ¡°You haven¡¯t answered me. What about this garment?¡± ¡°To be honest, you look almost the same no matter what you wear,¡± said Denise as she yawned. ¡°I wasn¡¯t attracted by your appearance after all. By the way, when you leave for Neverwinter, what should I do?¡± ¡°Ugh,¡± he hesitated. ¡°If you want to have some fun, I can introduce you to some good¡­¡± ¡°Not interested.¡± Denise interrupted him right away. ¡°I prefer choosing targets by myself. Besides, is that how you treat a guest who came to you all the way from the City of Glow?¡± Yorko felt a little guilty. He sighed and asked, ¡°So, what do you want?¡± The businesswoman smiled and replied, ¡°Take me to Neverwinter. I¡¯ve long wished to meet the king who turned the Kingdom of Dawn upside down.¡± ¡°This¡­¡± ¡°Since you¡¯re his old friend, the king will certainly invite you to attend his dinner party, right?¡± Denise asked as she threw the quilt back and got out of the bed. She stepped to Yorko and continued, ¡°You only need to bring me there as your plus one. I¡¯ve brought you to lots of banquets back in the City of Glow. You¡¯ll grant me this small request, won¡¯t you?¡± She put her arms around his neck and whispered next to his ear, ¡°Relax, I know you plan to meet someone there¡­ I won¡¯t interfere with you, and maybe I can help you.¡± ¡­ The news about Roland¡¯s coronation and wedding stirred up all the people, including both the officials and civilians. However, the king himself was completely unaware of this. A week later, a shallow water gunboat, the Roland, arrived at the City of Evernight in the Northern Region. Someone¡¯s peace was about to be shattered. Chapter 1012 - Olivia Chapter 1012: Olivia Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Walking in the alleys, Olivia heard the snow scrunch under her feet. She felt her chest grow warmer. Every winter in the Northern Region, she found the sky to be gloomy. It was like a stone roof that covered her from above. Furthermore, all things on the ground below would be covered in snow. Apart from this dull seasonal landscape, she would also suffer from hunger and cold. This made winter a long and tiresome experience for everyone. Fortunately, this winter, she saw a brand new color in this gray world. It was even brighter than a rainbow and shone through the snow storm like a dazzling star. When she was near it, she could hardly wait to get closer to it. It came out from the little cottage she had rented. If she did not have to make a living for her family, she would never want to take one step away from it. It was her baby. It was Gerald Wimbledon¡¯s son. Every time when she held him in her arms, she felt as if she was holding the whole world. Thinking of her baby, Olivia subconsciously quickened her pace. However, after she turned into the last alley, her heart sank to the bottom. She spotted many footprints in the snow. They appeared to have come from another alley and led directly to the courtyard ahead. This courtyard was where she and her son were currently living. Here, all their neighbors were ordinary civilians. They seldom got visitors even during spring and summer, not to mention the Months of Demons. She could not understand why so many footprints had suddenly appeared here. The next moment, she felt faint as she realized something. An inexplicable fear filled her heart. ¡°No, it can¡¯t be true. Calm down¡­¡± She kept telling herself that they must have just been a bunch of robbers or refugees. Though this thought would make others afraid, it conversely would make her feel relieved. She entered the courtyard, shivering. Unfortunately, what she saw immediately shattered her last hope. Many patrol team members were standing in front of her cottage. Most of them wore soft armors but one of them was apparently a knight. He dressed differently and wore a special badge which indicated that he served the Kant family, who ruled the Northern Region. ¡°No¡ª!¡± All of a sudden, Olivia felt a burst of strength that came out of nowhere. She dropped the baby food that she had made great efforts to buy, lowered her head and dashed toward the door! At that moment, she thought she was going to her death. She was prepared to throw herself at the blade once someone pulled out their sword to block her, even if they did not mean to kill her on the spot. Unexpectedly, no one stood out to stop her from rushing into the cottage. Instead, the crowd turned to the side to let her through. At the door of the cottage, she stumbled over the threshold, tearing her dress as her knees bruised from contact with the cold grindstone-like ground. Enduring the physical pain, she crawled non-stop toward the small bedroom with a face full of tears. She just wanted to meet her child for the last time, but when she entered the room, she was stunned. A cyan-haired young lady sat at the head of the bed whilst coaxing the baby. The nanny Olivia had hired to take care of the child was standing by her side, displaying a look of respect, which one would use to their real boss. The lady raised her head and glanced at Olivia. Instantly, she understood that the lady was very peculiar. She found the lady to be beautiful but could not describe her with any words that were usually used to depict a woman. She could not say that the lady was mild, fragile, charming or emotional. Even when she held the baby in her arms, she did not have the look of motherly love in her eyes at all. It seemed as if she was playing with a toy rather than amusing a child. ¡°Nice to meet you,¡± the young lady said slowly. ¡°My name is Edith Kant. You should have heard of my name.¡± ¡°The Pearl of the Northern Region¡ª¡± Olivia¡¯s heart skipped a beat. ¡°She¡¯s the eldest daughter of Duke Kant, the legendary woman who can lead knights to charge in a battle?¡± Edith Kant was a household name in the Northern Region. Even Gerald had mentioned her to Olivia many times. Some people even stated that she was a more difficult opponent than her father. ¡°Nice to meet you, your ladyship,¡± said Olivia as she swallowed hard. She bent over to give a kowtow before asking, ¡°Would you please tell me why you¡¯ve come to my home?¡± Edith waved her hand to the nanny. The nanny bowed and then she swiftly left the room, shutting the door. Seeing that, Olivia confirmed that this nanny must have been sent by the Kant family. Her child had been under their control all this time. ¡°Well, to make a long story short, the king ordered me to take this offspring of the Wimbledon family back to Neverwinter.¡± ¡°And then¡­ you¡¯ll execute him secretly?¡± Olivia asked while breathing hard. ¡°If I wanted to kill him, I could do it anywhere. I wouldn¡¯t have to show up at your home at all.¡± Edith unraveled the cloth around the baby¡¯s head and revealed his soft gray hair. ¡°His Majesty needs him to appease the people. That¡¯s all.¡± Olivia was dumbfounded. She could not get what Edith meant. ¡°Your ladyship, I still¡­ don¡¯t understand¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s not as complicated as you may think.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region shrugged. ¡°Have you ever heard about witches?¡± ¡­ After hearing the whole story, Olivia still spent a long time connecting the two together. She had never heard such an implausible plan! Roland Wimbledon was determined to marry a witch, so he decided to use Gerald¡¯s son to quell the doubts of the public. She was not familiar with nobles¡¯ way of doing things, but she instinctively felt something wrong in this arrangement. She wondered, ¡°As a king, does he really have to do this?¡± She clenched her teeth and plucked up her courage before asking, ¡°Your ladyship, forgive me for being bold. I can hardly believe this decision. Maybe His Majesty thinks that he needs the baby now, but what if he changes his mind in the future, Schelo will¡­¡± ¡°Schelo? Is it his name?¡± Edith raised her eyebrow. ¡°It seems that you still don¡¯t understand your current situation. It¡¯s His Majesty¡¯s command, you can¡¯t disobey it. Now, you¡¯ve only two choices. No.1, you can get a large sum of hush money for which you must leave the kingdom and never come back again. Or No.2, you can accompany him to Neverwinter, but you must hide your identity and claim to be a maid of a noble family.¡± Tears were welling up in Olivia¡¯s eyes. Granted her low status, she could never become a part of the royal family. ¡°Who will take my place to take care of him?¡± ¡°Nobody,¡± replied Edith. ¡°What?¡± She promptly lifted her head in surprise. Her tears had yet to stop as they rolled down her cheeks. ¡°His Majesty isn¡¯t that cruel. If you choose to stay with the baby, you just need to conceal the fact that you are his real mother. Apart from that, you don¡¯t have to change anything. You can still look after him and watch him grow up. The noble family you served has already been eliminated by the church and Gerald¡¯s widow entrusted the child to you. That will be your story.¡± Edith paused for a moment before adding, ¡°In addition, the king has already spread this news to all regions of the kingdom. In two or three days, you¡¯ll hear about it here in the Northern Region. If His Majesty really wanted you to die, why would he bother to tell this story to all his subjects?¡± Does the Pearl of the Northern Region mean that¡­ His Majesty did this just to assure me that we¡¯ll be safe? Olivia touched her chest and recalled the night she had been in despair and had come to Prince Roland asking for help. Back then, he had indeed helped her. She did not know whether he had some ulterior motive at the time, but she had to admit that if it had not been for Roland, she would have been beaten to death by the tavern owner a long time ago. She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her face. Her legs got numb after kneeling down for such a long time, but she still managed to control her body well enough to rise slowly from the ground. ¡°Your ladyship, may I ask¡­ Does this child have any chance to become a king?¡± ¡°No.¡± A meaningful look flickered in Edith¡¯s eyes. ¡°Before I set off, His Majesty exhorted me to tell you that you¡¯d better not have any illusion of the throne. Otherwise, you¡¯ll be very disappointed. Of course, this is just between us. Don¡¯t breathe a word to anyone else.¡± ¡°No, your ladyship. I¡¯ll never be disappointed, as long as my son can grow up safely. That¡¯s my greatest wish,¡± said Olivia with difficulty. She got slower and slower, as if she had to exert all her strength to say each word. ¡°But, bringing him to Neverwinter can¡¯t solve all the problems. What if someday His Majesty changes his mind and decides to make his own child the legitimate heir to the throne. When that happens, my son will become a thorn in their flesh and won¡¯t be able to survive!¡± She looked directly into Edith¡¯s eyes and stressed each word with due strength. ¡°I know I can¡¯t change a thing, but if you can¡¯t give me a reasonable explanation, please kill me right now!¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Edith squinted her eyes. It was a bloodthirsty look. In front of Edith, Olivia was as weak as a lamb. But she still refused to back down. She stood tall before the Pearl of the Northern Region and said, ¡°If you can¡¯t, it means the things I¡¯m worried about will happen sooner or later. I can¡¯t set Gerald Wimbledon¡¯s only son on such a path, your ladyship!¡± Olivia did not want to take her child to Neverwinter while worrying that he would be executed a dozen years later. She did not like such long-term psychological tortures, nor did she want to make such a groundless decision by herself. Given her status, she did not expect Edith to give an answer. She believed that even if Edith did have an explanation, she would never tell it to a maid of humble origin. However, she still demanded an explanation from her since that was all she could do for now. She closed her eyes, waiting for a cold blade to cut her throat. I¡¯m sorry, Gerald. I¡¯m so sorry¡­ my dear. I can¡¯t change anything. The baby suddenly woke up and cried. It was as if he felt the departure with his mother coming. Olivia tried her best to stop herself from opening her eyes. She was afraid that if she took a look at the baby again, she would hesitate. After a long time, the blade still did not arrive. Edith chuckled and said, ¡°I can.¡± Olivia stared at her in disbelief. The Pearl of the Northern Region used lip language to tell Olivia the answer. It was completely beyond her imagination, but she somehow believed this incredible explanation at once, just like a drowning person who clutched the straw. She felt that she was persuaded by herself instead of being persuaded by Edith. The Pearl of the Northern Region turned away and walked toward the door, leaving the crying baby to Olivia. ¡°We¡¯ll set out three days later. Remember to pack for your trip.¡± ¡°Your ladyship¡­¡± Olivia murmured when Edith walked past her. ¡°The tavern owner as well as one of His Highness Gerald¡¯s guards probably know the truth about me and the child.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take care of it. You don¡¯t have to worry,¡± replied Edith without looking back. When the Pearl of the North left, Olivia held her baby in a warm embrace, as if she was afraid that he would disappear at any minute. The baby finally quieted down and buried his head in her chest. Her heart was racing, she could not help asking herself if it was true. She deciphered the explanation by reading Edith¡¯s lips. It was a simple but fascinating phrase. ¡°Eternal life.¡± This was the king¡¯s answer. Chapter 1013 - The Future of the Northern Region Chapter 1013: The Future of the Northern Region Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Duke Calvin was waiting in the main hall when Edith returned to the castle. ¡°You only plan to stay in the City of Evernight for three days? It sounded to me that this mission will take time. You don¡¯t have to go back immediately. Why don¡¯t you stay here longer?¡± ¡°Father, did you send someone to listen in on my conversation?¡± Edith asked with a frown. ¡°If I ask you directly, will you explain everything to me clearly?¡± The Duke gave her a furious glare before adding, ¡°I learned this trick from you. It¡¯s better to search for the answer than to wait for it.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region replied with a bark of laughter, ¡°Congratulations, you finally made some progress. Now, I don¡¯t have to worry too much about you in Neverwinter.¡± The duke grunted, ¡°You haven¡¯t answered my question. I can¡¯t stop you, but why do you have to take Lance to Neverwinter. Are you that attracted to Wimbledon? He would rather marry a witch than marry you. I don¡¯t get it. What the hell is the point of bringing Gerald¡¯s son to Neverwinter?¡± ¡°You seem to be very unhappy with the fact that I can¡¯t become queen,¡± Edith shot him a sideways glance and said. ¡°Or perhaps, you¡¯re just complaining that my future child can never become the heir to the throne? I still remember what you said to me when Timothy came to the Northern Region, and I know what you suggested to His Majesty.¡± ¡°I¡­ I did that for your own good. Are you willing to see a humble maid bring her son to power?¡± Calvin sounded much less aggressive now. Edith secretly sighed. She knew that her father cared about her very much but she found that he was quite short-sighted. Calvin Kant was a caring father but he was not a wise man. Fortunately, the other nobles in the Northern Region were no better than him. Most of them were not capable enough to manage their own domains. Edith agreed with His Majesty¡¯s decision to abolish the aristocratic system. She thought that if she was the king, she would also not be able to tolerate such a group of idiots wasting her wealth. She understood the conventional thoughts of a traditional noble man, but she just couldn¡¯t say anything remotely nice to comfort her father at this moment. She enjoyed using her words as swords to hurt and torture others and sometimes even herself. ¡°A humble maid? No, father, you¡¯re wrong. Gerald Wimbledon loved her for a reason,¡± said Edith, with interest. ¡°That woman just lacks a status. If she was born into a noble family of the Northern Region, she would become more capable than you, not to mention my two younger brothers. In fact, what you should be the most thankful for is the ancestors of the Kant family. Without your title as an earl, you would never have gotten what you have today. You probably wouldn¡¯t live any better than the ordinary traders on the streets.¡± Just as she had expected, her father now looked very sour. ¡°She was reluctant to trust me at first, but once she made up her mind, she gave me all the names of the people who may ruin her and her son¡¯s future. What a decisive woman! If Gerald¡¯s son comes to power one day, what will she do to me? After all, I once bullied her into going to Neverwinter with me.¡± Edith chuckled. ¡°How will she torture me to vent her anger? Being a woman herself, she must know how to make a woman suffer.¡± ¡°Enough¡­ I know I was wrong,¡± Calvin finally admitted defeat. ¡°Can you stop talking?¡± ¡°Whew,¡± Edith heaved a long sigh. ¡°By the way, he¡¯ll never seize the throne. Even if His Majesty doesn¡¯t mind it, I would never allow it to happen.¡± She smoothed out her hair and walked to her father. ¡°Let¡¯s get back to business. I must return to Neverwinter as soon as possible since I don¡¯t want to miss any new changes in the city. Neverwinter is a fast-developing place and the center of the power. Half a month is already long enough. If His Majesty had not sent me to complete this task, I wouldn¡¯t have come back at all. As for Lance, I¡¯ve already asked you to send him to Neverwinter when he turns 18 in the letter. You have a really bad memory.¡± ¡°But if I send Lance to Neverwinter, the Northern Region will¡ª¡± ¡°You¡¯ll lose your successor?¡± Edith interrupted. ¡°But father, the rank of nobility has now become a pure honorary title. If your son is uneducated, do you think he can gain a firm footing in the City Hall? I take him away for the future of the Kant family. We¡¯ve got a lot to learn in Neverwinter and if we don¡¯t want to get kicked out of the game, we have to embrace all the new changes.¡± The Duke still seemed hesitant. ¡°Didn¡¯t His Majesty say that some formidable enemies are lurking in the Barbarian Land? Have you ever thought about it. What if Neverwinter is conquered by these enemies?¡± ¡°It¡¯s simple. When that happens, all of us will be doomed. At that time, it¡¯ll be meaningless even if you have a dozen of successors,¡± Edith said while laying out her hands in a shrug. ¡°And I think we should thank the demons.¡± ¡°What¡­?¡± Calvin was surprised. ¡°I¡¯ve a feeling that if it wasn¡¯t for the demons, His Majesty would turn all the four kingdoms upside down¡­¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region said, her mouth twitched. ¡°He needs to focus on defeating the demons now and thus chooses to make peace with the nobles. But one day, after he eliminates the demons, he¡¯ll bring drastic change to the entire world. Keeping this in mind, the demons are actually helping us by giving us more time to keep up with the trend of development. This is our only chance. You should know what to do.¡± The Duke sighed after a long silence. ¡°Provide preferential treatment to the teachers from Neverwinter, open more primary education classes, and send more people to study in the Western Region. Oh, and listen to the City Hall officials¡¯ advice¡­ You¡¯ve mentioned those things in the letters a number of times. My memory is not that bad.¡± ¡°It¡¯s good you can remember that.¡± Edith patted her father¡¯s shoulder and then walked upstairs. ¡°I need to get some sleep now. I¡¯ve many things to do tonight.¡± ¡°Wait¡­¡± Calvin turned around and said. ¡°As for the tavern maid¡¯s¡­ I mean, Olivia¡¯s last question, I¡¯m also curious. How did you respond to it at the time?¡± ¡°It¡¯s better to look for the answer than to wait for it¡ª¡± Edith smiled slightly. ¡°You¡¯ve just made some progress. Now please continue your strong performance.¡± ¡°Hey, it¡¯s just casual talking. Wait¡­ do you keep silent deliberately?¡± The Duke stood agape and then he realized something. ¡°You did this on purpose to shut me up? Well, well, I promise I won¡¯t send anyone to overhear your talking. Now, can you tell me? My sweet daughter!¡± ¡°Forget about it, father. It¡¯s not important.¡± Edith paused before murmuring, ¡°I hope it¡¯s true, unfortunately¡­¡± ¡°What¡­?¡± Calvin pursued. The Pearl of the Northern Region did not reply. She just waved her hands and disappeared at the end of the stairs. Chapter 1014 - The Day of Adulthood Chapter 1014: The Day of Adulthood Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Neverwinter was busy preparing for Roland¡¯s coronation ceremony. After releasing the news, the king left the whole thing to Barov. The City Hall Director devoted himself entirely to the preparation job and strived for perfection in every detail. He even fetched Blanche, the ceremonial officer, from the old king¡¯s city to assist him. As for Roland, apart from occasionally checking the progress of the magic movie, he spent most of his time on the final design of the internal combustion engine. Because of the difference in measurement systems between the current world and his previous world, he needed to conduct a stability test for each prototype he made to make sure that his design was accurate. Furthermore, since the quality of the oil separated by the fractional process was very unstable, he had to adopt a redundancy design method. Without computer simulation techniques, he had to adjust the prototypes repeatedly. He created a prototype, tested it and then improved it or scrapped it. He repeated this process again and again, which made him feel as if he had returned to his schooling days. He rushed about between the castle and the north slope backyard every day, living a busy and full life. The knowledge that he had forgotten a long time ago became vivid in his head once more. Unlike his schooling days, this time he had a great companion, Anna. She was as enthusiastic about new things as he was. She was so absorbed in assembling the precision components. Even when she stopped to wipe the sweat from her nose, she would still have her eyes fixed on what she was working on. Seeing this, Roland felt amazed. He found that her thirst for knowledge and creation was as strong as her Blackfire. And he thought she looked exceptionally attractive when she was so earnest in bringing to life her creations. Whenever they made a progress, Anna would smile so brightly that Roland would believe nothing, not even becoming the queen of Graycastle, could make her that happy. She had expressed such a thought before. As long as they could stay together, she would not care about the title. However, Roland still wanted to give her the title as a way of externalizing his commitment to her. After all, this was a common practice in human society. After revising the dimensions of the engine, he put down the quill and rubbed his sore neck. If nothing else, the design could be finalized this time. The last batch of prototypes had run stably for a reasonable period of time. It had only been a few days but was already enough to meet the current needs of the city. Internal combustion engines, the second-generation power source, worked much more efficiently than steam engines, but in terms of structure, the former were not very different from the latter, except that the latter needed some external equipment such as a boiler and a steam transport pipe. No matter how well-designed a steam engine was, it could not prevent the energy loss caused by the transportation of steam. An internal combustion, however, contained the fuel inside its cylinder. In this way, all the heat generated by the fuel could be used to push the piston. The mixture of oil and air would burn violently inside the cylinder. When the air became hot, its volume would increase rapidly to drive the piston. Meanwhile, the air pressure inside the cylinder would fall and thus fresh fuel would be sucked into the cylinder. It sounded like a simple process but it was not an easy project. For example, it had a brand new requirement, the sealing. In an early steam engine, one could easily insert a finger into the gap between the piston and the cylinder wall, and both felt and linen could be used to block the gap. However, such a gap would never be allowed in an internal combustion engine. This was because it was powered by the fuel inside itself. Once its cylinder had a leak, it would stop working. Given the high demand for material and manufacturing technology, internal combustion engines came several decades after the electric motors in the previous world where Roland had lived. Roland had two designs for the first-generation internal combustion engines: cylinder-in-line and cylinder-in-circle. The former one was cumbersome and made of cast iron. It was stable and suitable for the factories. The latter was also known as a star engine. It had shorter crankshafts and a compact structure, so it was smaller in size and very suitable for aircraft. As it was made of aluminum alloy, only Anna could process this delicate engine for now. Now that he could consult a large number of reference material in the Dream World, he developed these two types of engines at the same time. Compared to the tortuous experience of manufacturing the steam engines, this time, his design job was much easier. The Senior Demon¡¯s words were another reason for him to speed up the engine development process. This expedition had already proved that it was hard to rely solely on the ground-to-air firearms to resist all the attacks from the sky. If his plan could be realized, for the first time ever, mankind in this world would have an air force that could contest with the demons riding flying mounts. ¡°Your Majesty, don¡¯t move.¡± Nightingale suddenly spoke. Roland immediately froze up and moved his eyes to look back. Is there¡­an enemy? Soon he saw Nightingale approach and reach her hand into his hair, and then he felt a little pain from his head. It turned out that she had just plucked off a hair. ¡°Ugh, is it a white hair?¡± Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. Since his hair color was light gray, a white hair should not be very conspicuous on his head. But Nightingale could easily recognize this white hair because it was dry and lost all its luster from its root. ¡°And there¡¯s more on your head.¡± Nightingale continued to search inside his hair for a while. ¡°Have you been having trouble sleeping recently?¡± ¡°Have I?¡± ¡°You used to sleep late in the winter, but recently you¡¯ve been getting up earlier than me every day. At night, you have to enter the Dream World to study. That isn¡¯t really sleeping, is it?¡± Nightingale said. ¡°You¡¯ve yawned a lot recently, which means you are very tired. You are getting white hair in your twenties. That¡¯s not a good sign.¡± Roland felt very relieved looking at her even to the point that his work-induced weariness faded. She still cared about him as much as she did previously and his coming marriage did not affect her very much. Roland guessed that it must have had something to do with the agreement between Anna and her. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ve not reached my limit yet. I¡¯ve experienced it before.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale looked puzzled, but apparently she could tell that it was not a lie. Roland did tell her the truth. ¡°Generally speaking, when I reach my limit, I¡¯ll have a palpitation and feel as if my chest is empty. After that, I need to be extra careful since I¡¯ll feel weak and sometimes, I¡¯ll start coughing a lot and even cough blood¡ªahem¡ª¡± Halfway through the speech, he suddenly coughed violently. ¡°Hey, are you alright?¡± Nightingale got nervous and patted his back. ¡°Do you need me to fetch Nana for you?¡± Roland took a deep breath. ¡°No¡­ I¡¯m fine. I just choked on my saliva.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Relax, I¡ª¡± He turned around and stiffened with embarrassment at once. He was surprised to find that Nightingale was so close to him at this moment. They looked into each other¡¯s eyes and simultaneously held their breath. ¡°Your Majesty.¡± Just at this moment, Wendy opened the door and walked into the office. ¡°I need to tell you something¡­ Uh? What are you doing?¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland blinked only to find that Nightingale had already disappeared. Now, he was bending backwards while holding his head back, which was a really weird-looking posture. ¡°His Majesty is practicing gymnastics,¡± said Nightingale, who was lying on the couch beside the tea table and chewing her dried fish leisurely. ¡°He¡¯s been in his chair for a long time and got sore, so he decided to be the first to try his gymnastics.¡± ¡°Oh, I see,¡± Wendy said thoughtfully. ¡°Is this the gymnastics you wanted to promote in the school? But¡­ do you really think that such a strange pose will work?¡± ¡°Ugh, it works. Trust me.¡± Roland returned to a normal sitting position. He felt that Nightingale, who was acting innocent, was trying her best to hold back laughter. ¡°Well, what did you want to tell me?¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± said Wendy, while leafing through the record book in her hand. ¡°According to the records of the previous year, today is Lightning¡¯s Day of Adulthood.¡± Chapter 1015 - Soaring Through the Skies (Part I) Chapter 1015: Soaring Through the Skies (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The coming of age for witches had always happened at the stroke of midnight. This can be considered one of the unsolved mysteries of the witches. Even though magic power exists everywhere, there was no way to explain why it was the most active at this time. Even witches like Anna with immense magic reserves could entirely exhaust thier magic power and still fully recover within an hour or two after midnight. On the contrary, if the witches¡¯ magic power only recovered at the pace during the day, then even a week¡¯s time would probably still not be enough for them to get back to full strength. Most of the witches did not care about this, and the Taquila survivors were no exception. When Roland asked them about it, the answers they gave were always along the lines of ¡°isn¡¯t that just the start of a new day?¡± For most people, time was divided into days. Therefore, the magic power of each day should be spent on that same day. Just like the weather showing changes every day, there was nothing weird about this to them. But Roland knew that the days were nothing but a human construct created out of convenience. This lead to the creation of the leap year. To correct this error, people came up with the leap month and with the advancement of the time-measuring apparatus, leap seconds were also invented(i.e., 59 or 61 seconds in the last minute). Basically, people created whatever would make life easier for them. With that said, it was strange that the witches¡¯ magic power would only consolidate within a certain period of time. It was as if there exists a biological clock in every Awakened so that she could always remain in sync with the flow of time. Regardless of when she was born and whether she lived in the Southernmost Region or the Hermes Plateau, she would always be linked to this phenomenon. Unfortunately, due to the lack of more advanced observational devices such as the further research of magic power or the accurate measuring of time, both would be too difficult to accomplish at this time; so this theory would just remain a theory. ¡°Your Majesty.¡± Wendy¡¯s words pulled him back to reality from his thoughts. ¡°In addition to the above-mentioned measures, would you like to add anything else?¡± The so-called measures were mainly designed to deal with the dangers of consolidating one¡¯s magic power. Since Lucia¡¯s Day of Adulthood, this factor had already been incorporated as part of the Witch Union¡¯s standard protocol. Even Taquila could not provide much more in terms of advice regarding this point. ¡°Let¡¯s proceed according to your plan.¡± Roland thought for a moment and said, ¡°By the way, don¡¯t forget to inform Margaret and Sander Flyingbird. I think they would also like to know that Lightning has safely reached adulthood.¡± Wendy was a little surprised. ¡°Ms. Margaret would not a problem, but as for Mr. Flyingbird¡­¡± ¡°He¡¯ll be fine,¡± Roland said softly. ¡°Yes, I understand.¡± Upon seeing his expression, Wendy no longer asked any more questions and agreed without further ado. ¡­ Night had long since fallen, yet the top floor of the Witch Building was still bright as day. The top floor had already been transformed into a bedroom for the witches to use for adulthood. The room was the size two normal rooms so that it could accommodate more visitors, and the wall became a moveable door. If magic needed to be released, the two door panels could be opened directly, and the outer wall would no longer be blasted apart like last time. Lightning laid on a large, soft bed, and seemed to be extremely excited. This was the exact opposite of Lucia¡¯s nervous behavior when she was going through her coming of age. It seemed as if the young explorer had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. A wooden table was fixed next to the big bed, with Lightning¡¯s left hand tied onto it. She held the Sigil of God¡¯s Will in her hand. According to Lucia, the moment painful contractions could be felt in her body, would be the moment when she would need to pour all the magic power into the Sigil. One hand was tied to avoid the young witch from losing control due to the intense pain, and inadvertently pointing the Sigil at others. After this danger was eliminated, the absence of Countess Spear and her powers was no longer that big of a deal. Lightning was surrounded by her friends who had come to visit. ¡°Will I awaken with some derivative skill? If it can solve the weight problem, then I would be able to bring along a lot more food and tools to fly over the Land of Dawn!¡± Conversations on similar topics like that continued throughout the night. Lightning¡¯s fluttering eyes seemed to shine as she listed out one possibility after another. She looked just like Roland back when he was a child and was trying to guess what kind of birthday presents his family had prepared for him. But of course, he would end up disappointed most of the time. For example, if he were hoping to receive a huge Transformer model, he would instead receive a prep-book with over 300 exercises. ¡°There might not be any derivative skill,¡± Mystery Moon muttered, ¡°how can a derivative skill be that easy to obtain? Only a few people have this talent in the whole of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­¡± After this sentence, Roland seemed to hear a nasally voice, full of pride in her rising tone. ¡°Watch your words!¡± Lily stared at her. ¡°Mystery Moon isn¡¯t completely wrong,¡± Agatha said with a laugh. ¡°The Union had some research statistics. A witch who can awaken a derivative skill when she becomes an adult is about one in a hundred, but compared to the raise in rank, this is nothing. The most important thing for witches is the ultimate ability to expand their main magic power, so you don¡¯t have to worry too much about it and just focus on consolidating your magic power.¡± ¡°By the way, weren¡¯t the Union witches trying to analyze the process of the witches¡¯ adulthood?¡± Scroll interjected and asked, ¡°How were the results?¡± ¡°What we found can only be used for reference. After all, there aren¡¯t enough examples to verify it,¡± said Wendy, looking at the record book, ¡°but Lightning¡¯s score is really high. 85.9 points.¡± ¡°Eh? What¡¯s that about?¡± Andrea asked curiously. ¡°It¡¯s an assessment method we came up with,¡± said Agatha. ¡°It was also a revelation from Lucia¡ªBecause the surge of magic power during adulthood is very obvious, it¡¯d theoretically be easier to consolidate. We took all the promotion of Senior Witches as samples. A preliminary assessment was made, and points were scored based on the four factors of total magical power, academic scores, control ability, and individual will. Of course, we¡¯re still at the guessing phase at the moment.¡± ¡°Academic scores¡­ Do you mean test results?¡± ¡°Yes. That¡¯s the largest part of the assessment.¡± ¡°I see¡­ That means someone can never even hope to surpass the Transcendent in this life.¡± Andrea glanced at Ashes with pity. The latter just shrugged. ¡°This is¡­ crazy.¡± Roland suddenly heard Phyllis sigh. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± He turned towards Phyllis. ¡°In the Taquila age, high-level evolution was an extremely sacred thing for every witch. Everyone was eager to win the favor of the deities but never dared to openly talk about it, because it just seemed like such a distant dream. If any witch dared to tell others that she was confident of evolving her powers, she would surely be scoffed at by other people. But now¡­¡± Phyllis murmured for a bit then recovered her senses. ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m not saying that it¡¯s not good, but the contrast between the two situations made me think¡­¡± ¡°I know what you mean.¡± Roland smiled lightly. ¡°It¡¯s like a merchant who woke up one day and found that the gold royals that he¡¯d saved with his blood and sweat were no longer valuable. This would certainly be difficult for people to come to terms with.¡± ¡°On this point, I really can¡¯t compare to Lady Agatha,¡± Phyllis whispered. ¡°She had only come here a year earlier than me, but now she¡¯s already in charge of the High Awakening research. She¡¯s undoubtedly the genius of the Union.¡± ¡°Actually, this isn¡¯t that difficult to understand. If we¡¯re not stronger than our predecessors, how can we improve?¡± He said frankly, ¡°As long as we¡¯re still moving forward, this kind of scenario will continue to appear. Just look at them, doesn¡¯t this feel like what hope is?¡± Phyllis followed his glance and also looked at the girl on the bed. ¡°But the more ability you have, the better it is, right?¡± Lightning said confidently. ¡°I think that not only will I consolidate my magic power, but I¡¯ll also gain several derivative skills because the most outstanding explorer will surely get the most rewards!¡± ¡°Yeah!¡± Maggie who was standing at the bedside also raised her arms, in support of the latter. ¡°That¡¯s not how logic works!¡± Complained Mystery Moon. The room suddenly became boisterous. Roland looked at the lively scene, shook his head with a smile, and headed toward the door. ¡°Are you not going to go in?¡± After closing the door, he spoke to a man who stood in the corridor against the wall. That person was Thunder. Chapter 1016 - Soaring Through the Skies (Part II) Chapter 1016: Soaring Through the Skies (Part II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The explorer was still dressed like a wanderer. He was covered in feathers and wore an eye patch embroidered with rose petals on his right eye. No one would be able to recognize that he was Thunder from his appearance. Roland could not figure out why, but his image was a stark contrast from the way he was at the banquet. ¡°When you¡¯re disguising to be another person, you need to devote your heart and soul to become that character, so that you can deceive even yourself. Only then would you be able to fool other people. This was the first thing that I learned when I was learning how to disguise myself.¡± Thunder inhaled his cigarette, and the weak red light looked like a looming firefly in the dark walkway. ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t concentrate on disguising myself as Sander Flyingbird right now¡­ She will certainly see through it.¡± So that sense of strangeness was due to this. Roland realized that because there were certain dangers in a witch¡¯s adulthood, Thunder could no longer pretend to be an outsider and be pay no attention to his daughter. If he showed too much concern, then it would become obvious that he was not the real Sander Flyingbird. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that you want to keep hiding your identity?¡± Roland raised an eyebrow. ¡°You should¡¯ve heard what Lightning said just now. She¡¯s destined to become an explorer.¡± This question made Thunder silent for a long time. Just as Roland thought that he would not reply, Thunder suddenly spoke up: ¡°Your Majesty, do you believe in fate?¡± At that moment, Roland had some doubts about the identity of Thunder the Explorer. Isn¡¯t this a classic starting line when preaching? Of course, similar questions were also common in the love letters of high school students. However, Thunder was certainly not seeking for an answer. ¡°I¡¯ve been told that geniuses will always die doing what they are best at, and God would make up for it by giving such people an unmatchable talent¡ªThis is fate. A road that¡¯s destined to be good will cause the one who walks on it to succumb to temptation because of one¡¯s extraordinary talent and eventually fall from grace. On the contrary, those ordinary people without much talent will tend to live longer.¡± ¡°Who said that?¡± Roland could not help but ask. ¡°Sander, a person who introduced me to the path of an explorer.¡± Thunder then breathed out a puff of smoke. ¡°Wait, there is such an explorer in the Fjords? Aren¡¯t you afraid that Lightning might¡¯ve heard of his name?¡± ¡°He¡¯s been dead for a long time, and his identity remained obscure until and even after his death¡­ By the standards of the Fjords, he couldn¡¯t even be considered a true explorer.¡± With the smoke swirling around, Thunder almost merged with the shadows on the walls. ¡°Before he died, he still hadn¡¯t found a brand new island or an unmarked route on the map. Sander didn¡¯t care about reputation. He said that adventure itself was fun and that the lack of talent didn¡¯t matter. At least he wouldn¡¯t have to worry about having a short life.¡± Roland seemed to suddenly realize something. ¡°How did he die?¡± ¡°He died trying to save me,¡± Thunder said slowly. ¡°The ship encountered an attack from the Sea Ghosts. When Sander dragged me back to the cabin, he got clawed by the Sea Ghost. Although the wound wasn¡¯t big, the herbs were useless in treating it. His flesh quickly rotted and stopped breathing three days later. At that time he said to me that he died anyway doing what he was best at¡ªHe had no other outstanding qualities in life, other than his kindness.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland suddenly did not know what to say. ¡°After Lightning was born, she had shown outstanding talents as an explorer. Whether it was identifying routes or drawing charts, she learned much faster than the average person.¡± When Thunder said these words, his face revealed his complicated emotions. ¡°When I learned that she¡¯d awakened and become a witch, I became extremely worried. You should understand what this ability means to an explorer.¡± Indeed, if courage, curiosity, and knowledge were the intrinsic natures of human beings, that meant anyone could acquire them, given time. But having magic power could be said to be a gift from the deities. ¡°That¡¯s why I made this decision,¡± said Thunder said as he raised his head, and the light in his eyes seemed to reflect the red light in the pipe. ¡°If fate is hard to avoid, I might be able to cut it off in another way¡ªif I can uncover the veils of those mysterious places before LIghtning sets out to be an explorer, the chances of her encountering danger would be greatly reduced. Leaving aside the land occupied by the demons, no one has yet set foot in the east of the Sealine, and the bold cliff seen from the Shadow Seacity ruins. Once you defeat the demons, I should be able to draw a map of these two places. Before that, however, it would be the best if I traveled alone.¡± If there was no more need for expeditions, there would naturally be no risk. This logic made Roland dumbfounded for a moment. Although the world might be much larger than even what Thunder had imagined, it was still amazing for him to have such thoughts. This took more than just courage. Gravity firmly anchored everyone onto the ground, but it certainly could not limit the wild dreams of some people Thunder was obviously amongst the most capable of those who dared to dream. ¡ªFlying was not just a witch¡¯s privilege. ¡°In that case, I shall leave her in your hands, Your Majesty,¡± Thunder said, grabbing his chest. At this instant, a loud noise came from inside the room. Roland nodded at Thunder before returning to the bedroom. One side of the wall had already been pushed open, but he did not hear the Sigil of God¡¯s Will being triggered. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± said Wendy excitedly. ¡°Lightning her¡­ her magic has consolidated!¡± Here was another witch who was evolved on the Day of Adulthood. He saw a clear excitement in the eyes of Agatha and Wendy, as this meant that their research was indeed feasible. ¡°Really?¡± Roland walked over to the bedside and looked at the eager-looking girl. ¡°Was there any discomfort?¡± ¡°Not at all,¡± Lightning patted her chest and said, ¡°I feel like I¡¯m full of power! It¡¯s a pity that I couldn¡¯t release the Sigil. Lighting the fourth stone was already the limit.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good to hear,¡± Roland let out a deep breath and said, ¡°then you should take a rest today, and tomorrow you can¡ª¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯d like to try it now. May I?!¡± Lightning jumped out of bed. ¡°I feel like my something is calling me and I can¡¯t help but want to fly immediately!¡± ¡°Is she talking about the magic power within her?¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but laugh. She was certainly the most energetic member of the Witch Union. Since she had already said that, he had no reason to refuse. ¡°Take Maggie with you, and don¡¯t fly too far away.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Coo!¡± One side of the wall was still half-open, and after Maggie became a pigeon, she landed on Lightning¡¯s head¡ªLightning then held the pigeon with both of her hands and swiftly flew out of the room and disappeared into the cold and windy night sky. ¡°I don¡¯t know what her ability will be like after her consolidation¡­¡± Wendy murmured as she stared into the night sky. ¡°We¡¯ll be busy tomorrow.¡± ¡°Please also let me observe with the Five-Colored Stone during the test,¡± Phyllis said. ¡°Anyways, let¡¯s stop here for today, and the rest can wait until tomorrow¡ª¡± Just as Roland was in the middle of his sentence, a thunderous explosion sounded through the sky! The force of the sound was so strong that it was if all those present could actually feel it! The snow on the roof was shaken and became white fog. Ice was falling like raindrops. The glass windows of the castle cracked as if they had been smashed by an invisible giant hand. While the witches were looking at each other dumbfounded, the echoes caused by the thunder roared back and forth continuously in the Impassable Mountain Range and did not disappear after a long time. Chapter 1017 - Derivative Skill Chapter 1017: Derivative Skill Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Just like Lucia¡¯s Day of Adulthood, Lightning¡¯s promotion was a joyous one, but it also caused a bit of trouble for Roland. ¡°Did anyone in the area get hurt last night?¡± The next day, after listening to Barov¡¯s report, he could not help but raise his eyebrow. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty¡­¡± Roland could hear him lamenting from the other end of the phone. ¡°An unlucky guy was planning to go to the toilet, but the explosion scared him so much that he fell and broke his foot. There are another two guys who rolled off their beds and hurt their heads. In the morning, a large group of anxious citizens came to the City Hall and asked if Neverwinter was being attacked by the demons or demonic beasts. The staff spent a great deal of effort before persuading them otherwise. Your Majesty, if such a thing were to happen in the future, could you kindly tell me beforehand?¡± Roland could just see Barov¡¯s woeful face even through the earpiece. The chief himself was probably scared out of his wits and couldn¡¯t wait for the sunrise. ¡°How are the wounded now?¡± ¡°They¡¯ve all been sent to the hospital. Their lives aren¡¯t in danger, but the citizens are still talking about it. In the central square, people are still crowded in front of the bulletin boards and waiting for the announcements. This must¡¯ve been caused by the witches¡¯ ability, right? If you¡¯d informed me ahead of time, I wouldn¡¯t need to bother you in the aftermath of such a small incident.¡± ¡°I know, but things related to magic are inherently unpredictable. It¡¯s not because I don¡¯t trust you.¡± Roland consoled him by saying, ¡°As for the announcement, just tell the citizens that I¡¯m researching new weapons, so there will be similar incidents in the future, so rest assured about their safety. When there¡¯s a real enemy attack, the emergency alert will be the sound. By the way, City Hall will pay for the medical expenses for those that got injured.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Your Highness,¡± Barov answered unwillingly. Roland shook his head and hung up the phone. Roland did not understand why the City Hall Director was starting to be quite clingy. Although he handled the government affairs well, this tone of ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ve dedicated my heart and soul to serving you, you can¡¯t let me down¡± gave Roland goosebumps. On the contrary, his communication with Pearl of the Northern Region was much quicker and smoother. He wondered where she was now. As he recovered from his distractions, he looked at Lightning who was at the desk and playing with her hair. Roland asked laughingly, ¡°You must¡¯ve heard the conversation just now, right?¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± the little girl said despairingly, ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ve made a mistake. Please punish me by making me do two exercises.¡± Roland once again turned his gaze to Maggie who was on top of her head, and she struggled to turn her gaze away, and put on a disinterested expression, ¡°Coo¡ª¡± Although the members of the Exploration Group were close, when Maggie was faced with these mixed exercises, she chose to remain silent. He tried to resist but still burst out laughing. ¡°Haha¡­ Come on and lift your head, it¡¯s not your fault¡ªAfter all, I was the one who agreed to let you fly. I should also bear some of the responsibility.¡± ¡°Rea¡­ Really?¡± Lightning raised her head and her eyes sparkled. ¡°Of course, you didn¡¯t know that your new power would cause any harm. Anyways, the damage wasn¡¯t too bad, so you don¡¯t have to worry about the practice exercises.¡± As Lightning¡¯s flight route last night was towards the direction of the Impassable Mountain Range, the impact on the residential area was minimal¡ªother than cracking some glass windows in the castle and the diplomatic building; the other buildings were still well intact. While passing through the Furnace Area, Lightning had already climbed to a certain height, so the damage was further reduced, and no additional damage was done. ¡°Your Majesty, you¡¯re really¡­ so kind!¡± She seemed to have regained all her energy in that instant, and Maggie was so relieved that she spread her wings. Seeing that both of them were about to tackle him, Roland quickly raised his hand and stopped them in their tracks. ¡°But does high-speed flight really consume that much magic power? Didn¡¯t you only fly for fifteen minutes last night?¡± As soon as he asked this, Lightning suddenly felt embarrassed. ¡°I was very surprised as well. I wanted to leave part of my magic for testing at that time. I tried to speed it up to test where its limit was, but I didn¡¯t expect the magic power to be consumed so quickly, and I even almost fell out of the sky.¡± ¡°Could you still get faster?¡± Wendy, who was recording her account, immediately raised a key point. ¡°Yes,¡± said Lightning with confidence, ¡°as long as I have enough magic¡ªthere wasn¡¯t even any sound of the wind in my ears at the time. I even felt that nothing would stop me from flying even faster.¡± ¡°What about Maggie? Was she always squatting on top of your head?¡± ¡°Coo!¡± Before Lightning answered, Maggie had already turned and said, ¡°Too fast, dizzy, bosom coo!¡± Was she saying that it was too fast and uncomfortable, so she was taken into Lightning¡¯s arms? Roland realized that his ability to understand pigeon language had significantly improved and his mind could automatically fill in the blanks. ¡°You only felt dizzy?¡± Agatha, who was also in charge of the ability test, said, ¡°Didn¡¯t you feel the change in the airflow?¡± ¡°Uhmm¡­¡± Lightning pondered for a moment and said, ¡°although I was wearing wind goggles at the time, when I was halfway through, the wind seemed to have suddenly disappeared.¡± ¡°What do you think?¡± Roland looked at the Ice Witch. ¡°Was this type of derivative ability recorded in the Union?¡± Lightning almost accidentally exhausted all of her magic power and had disrupted the assessment. But the Witch Union had already established a system of assessment procedures. That, together with the experience of the Union, would be enough to form a rough estimate using the Stone of Measuring even if the ability could not be displayed. According to Lightning, she spent only about three minutes to cross the Impassable Mountain Range before she flew into the Barbarian Land. This part usually took about half an hour to travel. The thunder in the night sky could also confirm this¡ªHer ability after evolving had given her the ability to break the sound barrier in flight. Regarding the concept of sound barriers, Roland did not have to spend too much time on it¡ª Agatha¡¯s ability to learn had always been one of the best among the witches. A little bit of explanation was enough for her to understand the reason for the thunder. There were no shortages of creatures in nature that could reach the speed of sound in a short period, and even human beings had managed to travel at the speed of sound in their flesh and bones. However, this did not mean that this could be easily achieved. There was no doubt that the reason why Lightning was not affected was related to her derivate ability after awakening. ¡°I think this would be ¡®magic synchronization.¡± Agatha pondered for a moment then said, ¡°This kind of derivative skill usually appeared in those witches whose main ability was dangerous to themselves. Hence, there weren¡¯t too many records about it. It¡¯d usually expand into a cocoon and wrap witches in it, providing a safe environment within the cocoon. But maintaining it requires a lot of magic power. The bigger the gap between the internal and external environment, the higher the speed of magic consumption. In other words¡­¡± ¡°So Lightning exhausted her magic power in such a short time not because of the flight, but because of her derivative ability?¡± Wendy replied. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Agatha nodded her head and said, ¡°most derivative abilities were formed to aid the main ability, like Scroll¡¯s Book of Magic, and Lucia¡¯s colored world¡ªWithout them, the effect of the main ability would be greatly reduced and difficult to used to their potential. The synchronization of her magic powers was the same. Rather than incurring severe injuries, it would be a wiser decision to fly less instead. Chapter 1018 - Spread of News Chapter 1018: Spread of News Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°But my magic capacity can continue to grow through training, so there¡¯s no limit to the number of evolutions, right?¡± Lightning did not seem frustrated at all. ¡°This is good¡ªit makes me so excited thinking about being able to exceed my own limits! I can also be considered as half a combat witch now!¡± ¡°Battle coo!¡± Maggie chipped in. ¡°I know you¡¯re thrilled, but remember not to speed up over the castle and make trouble for His Majesty Roland again.¡± Wendy coughed twice and said, ¡°And you have to conserve your magic power for the next few days until we are finished with all the tests. Understand?¡± ¡°Yes, big sis Wendy.¡± Lightning cheekily stuck out her tongue. On the other hand, Roland had different a different view. Even though flying at supersonic speed could bring unparalleled mobility, once the magic power was exhausted, she could easily be forced into a dangerous situation. Lightning was also much smaller than an airplane, so it was still unclear now how much damage she could deal with a demon when she rams it after breaking the sound barrier. It was obviously not worthwhile to use her as a combat witch. And those Magic Slayers that could easily disrupt the flow of magic power within a large area will always pose a huge threat to her. What he was more concerned about was the duration at which she can maintain subsonic speed¡ªthe speed of 800 to 900 kilometers per hour was absolutely unprecedented in this era. Whether it was used expand the maps of the unexplored areas, or have her serve as a scout to make up for the battlefield blind spots of Sylvie¡¯s discovery area, it would certainly be much more efficient than to have her participate in battles. When Lightning was about to leave, Roland suddenly stopped her. ¡°By the way, I have another question that I want to ask you,¡± he said while considering the right words to use. ¡°If¡­ after ten years, the world no longer had any places to explore, what would you do?¡± ¡°No places¡­ to explore?¡± Lightning was slightly surprised. ¡°Imagine if every continent has already been set foot on, every area of the sea has been recorded in detail on the charts, the entire world was crystal clear, and there are no longer any unknown places. Although that sounds a bit far-fetched, if it did happen, would you still want to become an explorer?¡± ¡°I see,¡± the little girl suddenly realized, ¡°what you meant to say was, what would I do if the Fjord explorers already discovered the entire land and sea during the Battle of Divine Will?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ I guess you could put it that way.¡± Roland was secretly baffled. He had already tried very hard to be indirect about it, yet she still understood the main point immediately. Peers in the same industry were certainly hard to deceive. ¡°Unless they are all as powerful as my father, but even so, I will continue to explore,¡± Lightning said without hesitating, ¡°because there are some places that only I can each, not even my father can do it.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Lightning pointed to the top of her head and said with confidence, ¡°There is still a big gap in the sky!¡± Only when she left did Roland burst out laughing. Should he say ¡°like father like daughter?¡± Her tone was not only similar to Thunder¡¯s but was even stronger than his. He didn¡¯t know if the explorer¡¯s fate would be as Thunder described, but there was indeed truth in what she had said. In terms of the ability to maneuver the skies, Lightning was certainly well above the rest. ¡°What¡¯re you laughing at?¡± Nightingale asked curiously. He stood up, walked to the French window and looked at the cloudy sky. His glance seemed to have penetrated the clouds and reached further into the distance¡ªalthough it was still elusive and mysterious, some people were already paying attention to it. ¡°I¡¯m laughing at¡­ how nice being young is,¡± he said with emotion. ¡­ After dealing with Lightning¡¯s matters, Roland asked Wendy to stay behind. ¡°I intend to add a department in the City Hall.¡± He went straight to the point. ¡°In addition to dealing with emergencies like today, it¡¯d also give the public a credible channel for discussion.¡± ¡°You mean¡­ it will be mainly used to announce messages?¡± asked Wendy. ¡°Yes, this department will be called the Ministry of Public Relations.¡± Roland nodded and said, ¡°However, the way it spreads news will be somewhat different¡ªFirstly, if something is not an emergency, it¡¯ll no longer be announced through the bulletin board in the Central Square. Secondly, its content will not be limited to Neverwinter, some novelty events from other lands will also be included.¡± ¡°If we don¡¯t publicize in the square, how do we let others know about it?¡± Nightingale pursed her lips. Roland picked up a scrap of paper from the table and unfolded it in front of them. ¡°We need a brand new method of spreading information¡ªand that¡¯s the newspaper.¡± In fact, setting up bulletin boards in the central square and sending people to repeatedly announce the news was done only because Roland had no other choice back then. The literacy rate of people in that era was extremely low. In such circumstances, word of mouth had become the only way to promote a decree. However, with the rapid expansion of the urban population and the domains, this method could no longer keep up with the actual needs of the subjects¡ªIn the past, gathering 3,000 people would be enough to have the news spread to the whole city. But now, at least 80,000 to 90,000 people would be needed to cover the rapidly increasing population. This not only exceeded the capacity of the central square, but the extraction of such a huge crowd also resulted in the suspension of Neverwinter¡¯s industrial operations. Barov¡¯s report made him realize that the so-called ¡°if you don¡¯t occupy publicity locations, then enemies will occupy it¡± was not just talk. If there were no reliable channel for discussion, various rumors would spread in the pub. These rumors would continue to brew, and it would be too late to stop them once they had spread. Now that the education for primary education had already been carried out for two and a half years, the materials available to Neverwinter had become much richer than in previous years. The introduction of newspapers as a means of communication was then of course inevitable. If the first step was the foundation for running newspapers, then the second step would be to ensure the efficiency of the channels that would issue these newspapers. What does an official newspaper need? A large circulation and reporting of current content that would generate discussion. Therefore Neverwinter needed to have a large amount of paper and efficient printing technology. The problem of paper could be easily solved. In the central and eastern developed commercial cities, paper products had already spread to the middle and upper-class families. He even remembered Lucia¡¯s parents, who have passed away, used to run a paper mill in Valencia. According to the statistics of the City Hall, there were many migrated craftsmen from the East who had mastered papermaking. As long as those craftsmen were gathered together, the production capacity could be expanded, and they would soon meet the needs of large-scale distribution. For Neverwinter, any problem that could be solved with money was not considered a problem. The printing skill was even more straightforward. The movable metal type plus drum reels were all tried and tested technologies. The ink could be provided by Darkcloud which was theoretically even easier than papermaking. But it was unnecessary to explain all these details to Wendy. Putting aside the technical aspects, newspapers still had to be written by people, so the most important thing was to find people to gather and record the news. He asked Wendy to stay behind as he wanted her to pick out a few suitable candidates¡ªwhether it was the Witch Union or the Sleeping Spell, she understood the abilities of her sisters the most. ¡°I roughly understand what you mean¡­¡± After listening to Roland¡¯s explanation, Wendy pondered for a moment. ¡°So you need a witch to get involved in this matter. She¡¯d need to discover the incident when it¡¯s happening and also run faster than anyone else so that the message can be sent as soon as possible to the publicity department?¡± ¡°Ahem, she doesn¡¯t have to run fast.¡± He almost choked on his own saliva. ¡°As long as she knows where the incident is happening, she could dispatch someone else to send the message.¡± ¡°In other words, she would be a core member of the Ministry of Public Relations? Well¡­ I do have a suitable candidate in mind.¡± Wendy laughed and said, ¡°Your Majesty, what do you think¡­ about Honey?¡± Chapter 1019 - The Secrets of the Witches Chapter 1019: The Secrets of the Witches Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When Honey was summoned to the office, she was apparently very glad. Once she entered the office, she examined the mahogany table very carefully, as if she wanted to look through it. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Roland curiously asked, ¡°Is there something about this table?¡± ¡°Do you put precious things inside?¡± Honey even sniffed at the table and asked, ¡°Or does it maybe have some other functions, such as automatically heating up at night?¡± ¡°How could it¡­¡± he could not help laughing, ¡°This is just an ordinary table. There is nothing but documents and official letters inside.¡± ¡°Oh, really?¡± said Honey suspiciously. ¡°Then why does Sister Nightingale bend over it for a long time every night?¡± ¡°Wait, what?¡± Roland and Wendy were stunned, while Nightingale immediately leaped up from the couch. ¡°Grayhair told me so when I trained it, although it could only express it with its actions.¡± Honey replied seriously, ¡°Sister Nightingale always sits in your place when nobody is around and leans her face on the table¡ª Em¡ª¡± Before she could finish her words, Nightingale already jumped forward and covered her mouth tightly. ¡°I, I was just a bit sleepy and leaned on the table for a while! How could a, a bird know what I was doing? You must have got it wrong!¡± Wendy put her hand on the forehead, speechless. ¡°Ahem,¡± Roland coughed and said. ¡°Maybe Grayhair did not see it clearly? After all, it is very dark in the night¡­¡± Honey mumbled in Nightingale¡¯s palm, ¡°But Grayhair is an owl.¡± There was a brief silence in the office. ¡°Anyway, you should be mistaken,¡± Roland cleared his throat and waved his hand at Nightingale who blushed at Honey¡¯s words. The latter stamped and disappeared into the Mist. It seems that she will not show up for some time again. ¡°Really? I got it.¡± Honey did not continue to ask, ¡°If the table could heat up, I would have wanted one.¡± ¡°Why?¡± asked Roland, raising his eyebrows, ¡°Isn¡¯t there a heating system in both the Castle and the Witch Building?¡± ¡°But not in the garden. When Sister Leaf is away, it¡¯s very cold there. Grayhair and other birds have been unwilling to move as of lately. I was afraid that they would catch a cold, so I built a platform under the olive tree and slept with them in my arms. If the table could heat up, they¡¯d be more comfortable.¡± ¡°Is that why she was so interested in the table?¡± thought Roland. He noticed that there were several feathers on Honey¡¯s soft curly hair which looked like a disheveled nest at first glance. He realized that he had indeed ignored the living environment of the Animal Messengers. He thought that they had the ability to adapt to nature but ignored the fact that it violated natural rules to have them fly in the wind and snow during the Months of Demons. ¡°Although the table can¡¯t give out heat, I can have people build a heated brick bed in the garden, ¡± he laughed and gestured, ¡°It¡¯ll be almost as large as a bed, so you can get all the animals you train to sleep on it. How about it?¡± ¡°Really?¡± Honey¡¯s eyes lighted up, ¡°Thank you!¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing, but can you really talk to them?¡± Honey rubbed her head shyly, ¡°In fact, as Sister Nightingale said, most animals can¡¯t speak, so they can only use simple actions to imitate what they see. I often fail to guess what they mean, so it can¡¯t be counted as a real conversation.¡± ¡°I see, ¡± thought Roland, ¡°although the magic power can make trained birds and beasts follow Honey¡¯s orders, it can¡¯t endow them with human-like intelligence and transform them into another species.¡± He asked, ¡°What if you order them to look for anecdotes and then indicate directions to you?¡± ¡°Anecdotes?¡± Honey pondered for a while. While Roland was thinking how to explain the word ¡°news¡±, she suddenly asked, ¡°Sister Wendy and Scroll often get together to drink and sing on the balcony once they get drunk. Is that an anecdote?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of it.¡± Roland was surprised. Wendy, as the head of the Witch Union, was gentle and warm as a spring breeze. As the Minister of Education and the teacher of primary courses for witches, Scroll was patient and full of intellectual beauty. She might not smile often, but she was concerned about every sister in the Union. It is difficult for him to imagine the scene of the time when they were drunk, and more than once, according to what Honey said. He could not help asking, ¡°Why have I never heard them sing?¡± ¡°Because they generally meet when you¡¯re out. After all, only when Sister Nightingale is away, they can easily drink her beverage.¡± Honey said, ¡°They¡¯re not just singing. Greentail tells me that they sometimes talk about you¡ª Em¡ª¡± This time it was Wendy who covered her mouth and explained, ¡°I was only ha-happy for Your Majesty¡¯s achievements. What¡¯s more, she said that the bird can¡¯t speak, so how could they understand what we were talking about? ¡± ¡°Greentail is a parrot¡­¡± Honey mumbled. Seeing that everyone was falling into silence again, Roland quickly changed the topic and said, ¡°Well, that is indeed an unusual anecdote. You¡¯re qualified.¡± ¡°Qualified?¡± she asked confused. ¡°Wait, Your Majesty. I suddenly feel that it might be inappropriate for her to serve as the core member of the Ministry of Public Relations and Communications¡­¡± Wendy said, coughing. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. All articles are ultimately released only once they¡¯re reviewed. The newspaper will mainly about the public events. There won¡¯t be too much about the witches.¡± Roland made the final decision, ¡°In addition, common people can¡¯t enter the Castle District, so you can rest assured. After all, only her Animal Messengers can quickly get news from all over the country.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, may I know what on earth you¡¯re talking about?¡± Honey shouted while raising her hand. ¡°Of course,¡± Roland tried to suppress his smile. ¡°It¡¯s a very interesting job. Come here and I¡¯ll explain it to you in detail.¡± With the news center and the newspaper printing technology, the next step is to recruit hands and establish an interview-writing system. Barov is undoubtedly the most appropriate one for the job. As for the position of the minister, Roland decided to take the position himself. Taking into account the degree of acceptance of people, the newspapers would be issued only in Neverwinter once a week. In addition to the major events that take place in various locations, there would also be sections that would record non-governmental news and trivial things of life. With the official background of the City Hall, Roland believed that before long the newspaper would be the most credible channel of publicity, which would greatly improve the current lack of publicity. At the same time, it would also provide a wealth of talks for the public in the taverns as to squeeze the rumors out the market. However, these were just official records. What Roland was more interested in were the words Honey had not finished. Of course, he does not have to be in a rush. Since he would be the minister, he could summon Honey alone and ask her about the hidden anecdotes. For instance, what did Wendy and Scroll say when they were drunk? He was really curious about it. Chapter 1020 - Release Day Chapter 1020: Release Day Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Victor sat in a private room of a tavern in Neverwinter, reading through the latest trade bills. Unlike the noisy hall downstairs, this was undoubtedly a room of superior quality. With a woolen carpet on the floor and a heated brick bed underneath the soft couch, he would not feel a bit of coldness on his feet. At his request, the tavern also installed a movable wooden table next to the soft couch, which could serve as a low table when needed. Especially in the winter with chilling wind and snow, leaning on the couch to work could be considered a kind of enjoyment. At the moment, a plate of roasted chicken breast slices was placed next to his left hand, and a cup of dark purple Chaos Drinks on the right side. This meal was worth 10 gold royals, not to mention its taste. As a jewelry trader on the surface, he was, in fact, the fourth son of the Lothar family. These expenses, which were a huge amount of money in the eyes of common people, were nothing to him. It has been his unconscious habit to spend gold royals on physical comforts. Whether it was worthwhile or not, it was not within his consideration. After watching the debut of the giant machinery named ¡°train¡± two months ago, he bought a room on the third floor of the tavern to serve as his business residence. Of course, with his wealth, it was not difficult for him to buy one or two houses. Nevertheless, Victor preferred this sense of detachment¡ªhe could stay in a quiet state while feeling the noise and excitement downstairs at the same time. Compared with the huge mansions favored by traditional nobles, he has always been full of longing for places like taverns. It was convenient for him to negotiate with various caravans in the tavern. However, there was another reason. Nothing else could reflect the vigor and prosperity of a city more directly than a downtown tavern. After reading the last page, Victor closed the sheepskin notebook in his hand and lifted the crystal clear drink. In the candlelight, the purple-red liquid was like a beautiful gemstone. There was some trouble with the recent bills. He has failed to purchase any gemstones in the Western Region for a long time. The battle for the throne had caused great changes in Graycastle. The cities were destroyed in the war and the nobles no longer owned domains. These changes caused the price of luxury goods to keep falling. To maintain the original profit, he had to increase sales. Be that as it may, without gemstones, his jewelry craftsmen could not make any jewelry. The Longsong Stronghold was originally one of his main gemstone sources. However, since Roland Wimbledon announced to build Neverwinter, the gemstones became increasingly scarce. Victor had gone to Longsong Area several times but found that all mining areas had been occupied by the young king. It was not strange, as the occupation of wealth was the common nature of lords. Nevertheless, all gemstones disappeared since they were transported out of the Border Area. That is right. He has failed to find any jewelry shop in Neverwinter so far. The king could either directly sell the gemstones or invest money to sell jewelry. If the king chose the former way, Victor could make profits by reselling the gemstones at a higher price. If it was the latter, he could cooperate with the king. Whether it was the selling channel or jewelry craftsmanship, he had the strength which the king would not refuse. Yet, the king has not given him any chance to be involved. It is as if Roland Wimbledon did not plan to make money by selling gemstones. This made Victor a bit distressed. He also tried to sell the jewelry in Neverwinter and the result was equally terrible. The jewelry, which commonly cost dozens of gold royals, were not affordable for civilians. It was always sold to wealthy noble families so that they could show off and compare them at the banquets. However, there are not any nobles in Neverwinter! That is right; in such a huge new city, he could not find anyone who was interested in jewelry, which was something completely unforeseen by him. He had come to Neverwinter several times, but he only purchased goods instead of selling. So the bills on the sheepskin notebook showed a huge trade deficit. This was undoubtedly an unhealthy signal. The emergence of the train made Victor realize that the future arrived but not everywhere. To better expand his business, he naturally had to go to the place which was nearest to the future. The shift of business focus from the old king¡¯s city to the new one was an inevitable choice for him. The question was what he should do if there was no such industry in the future. He was not short of money. Even if he did nothing, he could enjoy a prosperous life. However, he must prove his ability in trade so that those businessmen who coveted his family and ¡°Black Money¡± would have nothing to say. He can not let his father down. When Victor was thinking about how to solve this problem, the noise downstairs suddenly exploded, and even the floor shook slightly. It is still early, so there should not be a crowd of people drinking downstairs. What happened? He pulled the string of the brass bell to summon a maid. ¡°Excuse me,¡± a pretty woman quickly opened the door and walked in. ¡°Can I help you, Sir?¡± At the moment the door was open, the noise became louder. There appeared to be someone reading aloud. Victor pointed outside and asked, ¡°What¡¯re they doing downstairs?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Sir. Have they bothered you?¡± The maid smiled apologetically. ¡°Please forgive them. After all, it¡¯s the release day of the newspaper. They¡¯re jostling to buy it.¡± ¡°News¡­ paper?¡± he repeated awkwardly. ¡°Yes, His Majesty made the announcement a week ago. The newspaper is used to replace the bulletin board on the square. Everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. We¡¯re eager to see what the newspaper is.¡± ¡°Oh, a new product? No wonder it¡¯s the new king¡¯s city.¡± It immediately aroused Victor¡¯s interest. He asked, ¡°How much is it?¡± ¡°I heard that it costs ten bronze royals for each.¡± ¡°Buy one¡­ no, 10 for me!¡± he said immediately. ¡°Yes.¡± The maid trod downstairs and returned quickly, panting. ¡°Sir, sir¡­ The newspapers delivered have all been sold out.¡± ¡°So fast?¡± Victor blinked in surprise. If it were a commodity, it would be too popular. However, this was also alright for him, as he could get it as long as he paid with more money. ¡°Then buy it from people who have bought it. No matter how expensive!¡± He threw a gold royal to the maid and said, ¡°As long as you can get it, all that¡¯s left is yours!¡± ¡°Yes, Sir!¡± The girl replied with a huge grin. About seven minutes later, six piles of newspaper in gray color were handed to him. ¡°The price has risen to 20 silver royals. I have done my best¡­¡± the maid said hesitatively. So they raised the price as they found out that he was eager to buy it. The maid¡¯s expression clearly exposed her thoughts. Though she failed the task, she was unwilling to return the remaining money. Victor did not care about it and asked, ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Tinkle, Sir.¡± ¡°Keep the change,¡± he said, waving the newspaper in his hand. ¡°By the way, would you like to read this with me?¡± Since he already had delicious food and wine, what was missing was naturally self-evident. Her heaving breasts and beads of sweat on her nose tip all gave off a breath of youthful vitality. Having met too many noble ladies, he felt this slightly clumsy girl had a certain, different flavor, not to mention that she was a resident of Neverwinter and could answer his questions when needed. ¡°Sir¡­¡± The maid lowered her head and a pale blush appeared on her cheeks. After a while, she bit her lip and nodded before she whispered, ¡°I¡¯d like to.¡± ¡°Hahaha,¡± he laughed and patted the soft couch. ¡°Then thank you very much for your company.¡± Chapter 1021 - Graycastle Weekly Chapter 1021: Graycastle Weekly Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The moment she sat on the couch, the padding immediately creaked and bent. ¡°It seems that I have to remind the tavern to reinforce the couch,¡± thought Victor, ¡°Though the bed is right in the corner of the room, sometimes it more interesting to not do it in bed. A new place brings unexpected feelings. Compared with the king¡¯s city in the Kingdom of Dawn, the tavern here obviously lacks a profound background.¡± Before long, Tinkle cleaned the drinks and food on the table and spread the newspapers out in front of him. ¡°This is¡­¡± Victor couldn¡¯t help raising his eyebrows. He saw small, dense words on the paper, just like the classics which his family treasured. He used to think that he had seen the most precious of things in the world and even played with them with his hands. Usually, when a commodity was placed in front of him, he could immediately determine its price. However, it was the first time that he was hesitated to make a judgment about something. Such neat and delicate words were unlikely to be hand-written. In other words, they were probably printed. Considering the cost of printing, it was generally only used for important and rarely modified archives and classics, for example, the Royal Code. That was where the problem lied. In order to achieve the best printing effect, the best possible materials would be used for printing such great quality books. The lambskin, which had never been shaved, would be considered as the basic material, and it was not unusual to decorate the page with golden lines and jewelry so as to emphasize extraordinary luxury and to ensure adequate durability. But the newspaper was different. It was obviously made of rough papyrus, which would melt in water. It had neither a cover nor any protective measures at its corners. Even if he read it carefully, it would start to fall apart after a few reads. In his eyes, it was like putting a precious gemstone in an iron ingot. Victor recalled what the maid said before. The king intended to use this thing to replace the public announcement board. Did that mean that it would be printed with new content in the future? He got a positive answer from her. ¡°Yeah, the announcement said the newspaper would be issued every two weeks, and the amount would increase to ensure most people could read it.¡± It only costs ten bronze royals for each. He began to wonder how much wealth had been plundered by King Roland from Hermes. Why would he continue doing this stuff which was doomed to lose money? The jewelry trader, who previously believed that there might be a business opportunity, gave up his idea immediately. ¡°Who cares¡±, Victor whispered secretly. ¡°It¡¯s not my money anyway, and it¡¯s none of my business whether the king earns or loses. I¡¯ll focus on the newspaper.¡± Thinking of that, he moved his eyes to the first page. On the top was an enlarged, bold title: ¡°Graycastle Weekly¡±. Below it, a full-page was about the king¡¯s enthronement, as well as the news that the Kingdom of Dawn and Graycastle signed a pact against the demons. He had heard of them before, but he did not know the details. After reading a few lines, Victor was completely immersed himself in it. He held his breath while reading it. For the first time, he read the details of these two events from the perspective of the high officials. It was different from the rumors that spread among the public populace, the reports on the newspapers included accurate times, places, reasoning, process and results. It even demonstrated their causes, especially for the pact with the Kingdom of Dawn. The treachery of the Moya family, the rebellion of the nobles, and the letter for help which came from 1000 kilometers away. All of these factors led to the expedition of the Graycastle army. Then it was a matter, of course, that the new King of Dawn was willing to restore the kingdom¡¯s order with the help of Roland Wimbledon. He knew these descriptions were definitely not authentic, but he still subconsciously wanted to believe them. The content was so complete and logically sound that it was difficult not to believe. In fact, since they dared to put such things on the table directly, it was already convincing enough. Victor ignored the presence of Tinkle for a time and could not wait to keep reading. The second page was related to the demons. The writer wrote a detailed daily record of a battle which narrated the expedition of the First Army to the western wilds and its attack on the demons. This was the first time he had heard of it. When Victor last came to Neverwinter, he heard that the Devilbeasts had attacked the border. He had never expected the king to initiate revenge for it. Not only did the First Army march into the forbidden land, which was full of danger, it gave its opponents a heavy blow. This made them no longer dare to show up in the Western Region. If what was reported was true, it could almost be described as a legendary event! ¡°How did they do it?¡± was the fist thing to pop into Victor¡¯s mind. Whether it was the half-a-month raids over 1,000 kilometers away or the life-and-death confrontation that was merely 10 kilometers away, it was breath-taking. When reading the army gathering in formation and resisting waves of enemies falling from the sky, he even felt chills down his spine. As he had been exposed to ¡°Black Money¡± since he was a child, he was more informed than most that the world was not as simple as people imagined. In the invisible darkness, there were many powers that did not tire. Therefore, he was not surprised by the emergence of the demons when he heard it in the Kingdom of Dawn. He guessed that the leaders of those Chambers of Commerce were probably of the same mind. But nothing more. The nobles and businessmen of the Kingdom of Dawn still focused on their own interests, and not care about the Battle of Divine Will, which was a mere term in their eyes. Victor never expected that Graycastle had already had a direct confrontation with the demons and had won. This aroused an indescribable feeling in his heart. He couldn¡¯t explain what it was, but it made him feel safe and happy. This should have nothing to do with him. After thinking about it, he was probably affected by the word ¡°human¡± the most, which had appeared many times in the newspaper. For a moment, Victor felt as if he was standing with the First Army of Graycastle. In front of powerful and terrible enemies, the gap between family and blood seemed to have faded away. He took a deep breath and licked his slightly dry lips before reading the third page. The content on this page was much more casual. It was about the trivial things that happened in Neverwinter with quite novel titles such as ¡°Shock! What¡¯s Behind the Explosion in the City Last Night? Detective Group Reveals the Secret!¡±, ¡°Water Pipe Cracked, Roads Become Skating Tracks!¡±, ¡°Bird Beak Mushrooms Recipe Every Neverwinteror Should Know¡±, etc¡­ Victor glanced through the page, and when he turned it over, he was stunned. A black and white picture occupied half of the page. It was so vivid that it was difficult for him to turn his eyes away. Two girls, holding hands, stood together peacefully on a snow-covered land. White snow flew in the air, forming a gorgeous scenery. Below the picture was a beautiful line of words. ¡°An art beyond the times, the gift of His Majesty¡¯s enthronement! ¡®The Wolf Princess¡¯, performed by the Star Flower Troupe and the Witches, and written by His Majesty will be staged at the end of this month! Book your tickets now!¡± Chapter 1022 - Divergence Chapter 1022: Divergence Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Victor pointed at the picture and asked, ¡°A new play?¡± Twinkle leaned over and looked at the newspaper, ¡°No, sir¡­ This picture should be of the magic movie.¡± ¡°Magic movie?¡± It was another term which he had never heard of. It was so fantastic to be living in the future. The jewelry tradesman was eagerly asked, ¡°Can you explain it in detail?¡± The maid answered a bit embarrassed, ¡°Well¡­ I don¡¯t know too much. The same picture was hung up several days ago in Central Square, but it was colored. I heard the magic movie is a brand-new performance and is only available on a special stage.¡± ¡°An art¡­ beyond the times. Since he dares to use such words to describe it, the King of Graycastle must be extremely confident about it.¡± Victor rubbed the slightly rough paper and thought, ¡°It seems that this is worth looking forward to.¡± He noticed that there were a few lines under the titles, which indicated the time and location of the performance and the way to purchase tickets. Victor¡¯s heart jumped at the words. Wait¡­ The ticket costs 40 gold royals? How could that be possible? It surpassed the price of the top troupe in the City of Glow! He could afford this price, but would there be anyone else in the city willing to pay for a magic movie since they didn¡¯t even care for jewelry? No, there was still more¡­ Victor frowned and continued to read. At the same time, he could not help murmuring, ¡°Residents with Neverwinter ID card can get a special discount and a book ticket for 25 silver royals. Note: Tickets purchased at non-discounted prices offers a better viewing experience and reserved seating. Please order now. Tickets purchased at the discounted price do not include food and drinks; outside food and drink is not allowed. Please plan accordingly.¡± These were really¡­ two totally different prices! He had seen products with two prices, but never with such a drastic difference. In addition, most of these deals were conducted in private instead of being publicly advertised; otherwise, people who paid more would complain and it might be the last purchase from them. He was shocked by this! Not only was it directly written in the newspaper, it also added many restrictions. It seemed that people had to rush to get it even if they were willing to pay the higher price. However, he found that he was one of them¡­ He had to admit, this selling tactic did have a strange kind of attraction. Those who could afford 40 gold royals must be wealthy merchants or nobles. Admission was a proof of his strength, not to mention he was full of curiosity about the magic movie. Victor jumped off the soft couch and put on his wolfskin coat. ¡°Sir?¡± Twinkle whispered. She was extremely surprised, as she had taken off her clothes and put on a thin veil. She was lying in bed, waiting for Victor to join her. She was unsure of how to respond to this sudden change. Victor picked up her clothes and threw them to her. ¡°Where can I buy tickets to the magic movie? Take me there, now!¡± *************** The filming of ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± had entered the final phase. The final battle of Princess Royal against the demon lord would start in the palace. Roland had emptied the first floor of the castle to make room for the filming. May, the Star of the Western Region, was currently in charge of the movie. In order for the new drama the best it could be, she even quit acting and devoted herself to directing the film. ¡°Cut!¡± May called out when Lorgar kicked in the castle door and rushed into the hall. ¡°Very good. Let¡¯s call it a day. Thank you all for your hard work.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°Thank you, master,¡± the crew chorused. If it were her in the past, she would definitely roll her eyes toward them; however, now she just smiled and nodded. ¡°This is probably a change brought on by time,¡± May thought. She really had changed a lot since coming to Neverwinter. ¡°Mind the broken wood,¡± Carter Lannis, who was standing by, immediately approached. ¡°Should I help you around it?¡± ¡°Everyone is watching us. I can walk by myself,¡± May replied, slightly embarrassed. Her husband had a good disposition, but he did not act as a stoic knight. She had no idea why His Majesty would choose him as the Chief Knight. ¡°Then at least let me walk in front of you,¡± Carter stepped over and swept out a path for her with his feet. His tall figure immediately obscured the sunshine coming in from the courtyard. May couldn¡¯t help smiling. However, she knew that she must hide her smile from him. Otherwise, he would be too proud and excited. ¡°Are you ready for your scene tomorrow? Don¡¯t forget the lines when Miss Lorgar hits you.¡± Speaking of the movie, Carter bitterly said, ¡°Can you please ask her to be a little gentler? During the scene in the snowfield last time, I almost threw up. After she transforms into a wolf, she¡¯s nearly as strong as Ashes. Their strength is monstrous.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you know? Actors should adapt to the play, but not the opposite. Not to mention the magic movie is more realistic than a play. ¡°May said, smiling, ¡°So the solution is very simple. Don¡¯t eat too much before filming your scene tomorrow.¡± The Chief Knight did not know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and changed a topic, ¡°By the way, guess who I met at the pier today?¡± ¡°Well¡­ your old lover?¡± May shrugged. ¡°As if!¡± Carter hurriedly turned around and said, ¡°It was Kajen Fels.¡± May stopped moving and asked, ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Of course, he¡¯s a celebrity in King¡¯s City. I can¡¯t be mistaken.¡± Noticing the change in her eyes, he grinned, ¡°A lot of people got off the ship with him. I guess they¡¯re his troupe members. Other people also recognized Sir Kajen and it nearly caused a traffic jam in the pier area. How about it? Is this news worth a kiss?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± May said, without hesitation. ¡°I want to pay him a visit!¡± Kajen Fels, his name was almost synonymous with theater. Since he took to the stage, he had dazzled audiences for over 30 years. From the Southern Territory to the Northern Region, any actor who wanted to reach the top one could not avoid being compared with him. Since he was over 50 years old, he no longer performed the stage. He still worked behind the scenes and was a masterful playwrite. He still held great influence in the theater. When May went to King¡¯s City, it was in the play ¡°Memoir of a Prince¡¯s Search for Love¡± written by him, that she stood on stage in front of royalty for the first time. Without Kajen Fels¡¯s guidance and praise, she would never have become famous so quickly nor be known as the Star of the Western Region. ¡°I knew you would say that,¡± Carter handed her a note. ¡°I¡¯ve already checked what hotel he¡¯s staying at. I have to supervise the craftsmen who are replacing the door, so I won¡¯t be able to accompany you.¡± ¡°Thank you!¡± May took the note with joy, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. I can go with people from the troupe¡ª¡± Then she looked at the members who were still arranging set pieces and props, and called out to them, ¡°Irene, Tina, Rosia, Gait, Swallow! Come here!¡± That¡¯s right; Master Kajen must have come for Roland¡¯s coronation. When King Wimbledon III was crowned, it was Kajin¡¯s continuous performance that pushed the ceremony to the climax. Even if he did not perform on stage anymore, his troupe remained the most outstanding one in Graycastle. In the troupe, for example, Roentgen and Egrepo¡­ were genius performers of different styles. If Irene and other actors could get some lessons or advise from them, it would certainly be a great help for their careers! As she expected, when they heard that they were going to visit Kajen Fels, they could not help cheering loudly. Gait even stammered excitedly, ¡°Can, can we really meet Sir Kajen?¡± ¡°It shouldn¡¯t be a problem,¡± May said, shrugging. ¡°But you guys have to work harder in the future so as not to waste this opportunity.¡± ¡°Yes! I¡¯ll definitely work harder and harder!¡± Tina replied, her eyes lighting up. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± They first stopped at the Convenience Market and bought some gifts. Then they went to the hotel where Master Kajen was staying¡ªthe Whistle Inn. A crowd of people who had heard of the news gathered on the hotel¡¯s lobby. Seeing May, they moved out of the way. Apparently, they were all fans of the Star Flower Troupe. Some people even took out paper and pen and seemed to be prepared to record the first encounter between the two troupes. They undoubtedly were reporters from the Ministry of Public Relations and Communications. However, to May¡¯s surprise, the receptionist returned with a cold face soon after coming back downstairs. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. Sir Kajen has never heard of the Star Flower Troupe and doesn¡¯t want to meet you, either. Please leave.¡± Chapter 1023 - Divergent Chapter 1023: Divergent Translator: TransN Editor: TransN For a moment, the noisy tavern fell into silence, and even the patrons seated at the bar counter stopped drinking and turned to look at them. May was a little shocked. ¡°When I was in the old king¡¯s city, I once sought guidance¡ª¡± ¡°From Kajen, right? That¡¯s exactly why he won¡¯t see you.¡± The manager lowered his voice. ¡°Lord Kajen is very disappointed in you, Miss May.¡± Even though the voice was very quiet, the girls next to May could easily catch every word. May felt her hand be suddenly squeezed by Irene. Those words struck them harder than any accusation would, especially when it came from a distinguished dramatist. It was fine for him to criticize or encourage his juniors for their sakes, but it was harsh to tell his juniors that they were disappointments. She would be completely discombobulated or even sob on the spot if she heard those words three years ago. But she didn¡¯t think of herself first anymore. After so many years as the Star of the Western Region, she, the backbone of the Star Flower Troupe, was confident about her acting ability. If the blame had hurt her so much, what about Irene, Tina, and the other members of the troupe? Not to mention Swallow, such a talented girl who only lacked confidence. Therefore, May found herself unexpectedly calm at the moment. May let out a soft breath, composed herself, and replied, ¡°Really? I believe there must be a mistake. It¡¯ll be better if I¡¯m allowed to explain it to him personally, but if not I can only give him my apologies.¡± This took the manager by surprise, for he had never expected she would accept it so mildly. He frowned. ¡°You¡­¡± ¡°Anyway, I hope that Mr. Kajen makes more progress in drama and makes a breakthrough in the ceremony. We¡¯ll take our leave.¡± She turned and walked towards the door, and then spoke over her shoulder, ¡°By the way, please don¡¯t call me Miss May. I¡¯m Mrs. Lannis now.¡± The weather was still the same on their way back, but May felt like the sky looked more gloomy. No one spoke a word. The joy and excitement they had when they started from their home was all gone. It was not until they were about to go home separately that Gait asked, ¡°Lady May, did you really fall out with Master Kajen?¡± ¡°Idiot. What nonsense!¡± Rosia shot him a stern glance. ¡°How could Sister May pay a visit to him if they had grudges against each other? That¡¯s no better than asking to be ignored! How could he say that he was disappointed in her? I reckon he¡¯s jealous.¡± Everyone gasped and looked at Rosia in disbelief. ¡°Hey¡­ the man you¡¯re talking about is the great dramatist of Graycastle.¡± Rosia argued indignantly, ¡°I mean, now that Neverwinter has become the new capital and Star Flower is more popular than any other troupes in the Western Region, they¡¯re not as appreciated as they used to be. Naturally, they wouldn¡¯t be friendly to us. I¡¯ve been with May since she moved from Longsong to Border Town. She has stopped contacting Kajen Troupe ever since she returned from the old king¡¯s city, so their claim that she has disappointed Master Kajen is illogical. To put it plainly, they look down upon us just because of our short history and little reputation among the nobles.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Irene said, seeming to be enlightened. Perhaps because of Rosia¡¯s bold and confident argument, everyone cheered up a little bit. ¡°I wondered why the manager was afraid to look Lady May in the eyes. Now it appears that he felt guilty¡­¡± ¡°So, is that the reason why Master Kajen didn¡¯t want to see Sister May?¡± ¡°Of course not.¡± May could not help rolling her eyes. ¡°How could he, such a famed master, be jealous of me? Almost no one has ever heard of me outside the Western Region, but his name has spread across the entirety Graycastle, and even people in some regions of the Kingdom of Dawn have heard of him. What you¡¯re saying is far too wrong.¡± Everyone cringed at those words. ¡°Anyway, that¡¯s the end of it. Do you understand?¡± May said and clapped her hands. ¡°Go home, all of you. We have a tight schedule of shooting tomorrow.¡± That night, Carter asked her about the visit over dinner. She just ran through the thing with him. Somehow, May did not want her husband to be involved. After all, this was just a row in the drama circle. The shooting ran smoothly over the next few days. May had been concerned that everyone would be frustrated by their encounter with the Kajen Troupe, but, on the contrary, in the final act of the movie that was shot in the palace, all of them seemed to have called upon their strength and contributed an extraordinarily brilliant performance. Even Gait performed better than usual and he also insisted on finishing every action perfectly before he took a rest. The passion had not only motivated the entire Star Flower Troupe but also become a revelation to the new members. Those newcomers, who did not participate in that visit, guessed it was Master Kajen¡¯s guidance that stimulated their seniors to work so hard. May was slightly relieved. It seemed that the incident did not have much of an impact on the troupe. She would have thought that the dust had settled, but something unexpected happened again. The manager of Kajen Troupe visited her at the end of the day when they had just finished the shooting. ¡°My lord wanted to see you, Miss May¡­ no, Mrs. Lannis.¡± The man seemed to have been waiting for a long time outside the Castle District as his hat was covered with a thin layer of snow. Of course, his lord was Kajen Fels, the great dramatist, who had founded the Kajen Troupe. May was so confused and even wanted to tell him that she would not come with him, since she had been such a disappointment to Kajen Fels, but she found that she did want to see Kajen¡­ for an explanation for his words. ¡°Can my companions come with me?¡± May asked. ¡°No, Lord Kajen only permit you to visit him.¡± The man shook his head. ¡°May¡­¡± Irene sounded concerned. She gave Irene a comforting glance, and then took a deep breath before she answered. ¡°I see. Please lead the way.¡± ¡­ Here she was, at the same place once again, Whistling Hotel. May, following the manager, took the stairs up to the second floor and entered a large study, where she saw some familiar friends standing against the bookcase. ¡°Princess¡± Roentgen, ¡°Minstrel¡± Egrepo, ¡°Flying Cloud¡± Bernis¡­ all of them were top-level performers coming from all over the country. She once worked with them rather well in the ¡°Memoir of a Prince¡¯s Search for Love¡±. They should have been happy to see her again after so many years apart, but May could only sense contempt and hostility from their cold faces. This was something she did not expect. May had not have looked forward to any warm welcome from these people, but she did not understand why they made their dislike of her so obvious, for, as far as she was concerned, actors would never show their actual feeling to the other actors, even those who they did not get along with. For famous actors, hiding their actual feelings was no more than a cinch, so very few of them would turn against other people openly, even against new actors. Unlike the troublemakers in the Longsong Theatre, the actors would be more cautious as their reputation grew. However, now even they refused to hide any feelings in front of her. May turned her eyes on the old gray-haired man seated behind the desk. Kajen seemed to have aged a lot in the past few years, but no one within the room would ignore him. They all kept quiet and waited for him to begin. Kajen, seeming to sense her gaze, closed the script in his hands and stood up. What he was about to say, however, completely stunned her. ¡°Mrs. Lannis, can you please stop your troupe¡¯s next show?¡± Chapter 1024 - The Dispute over Ideas (I) Chapter 1024: The Dispute over Ideas (I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Stop the show? But they have finished shooting the magic movie, and they don¡¯t have to perform on stage¡­ No, that¡¯s not the point. The question is why he would make such a request.¡± For a moment, May was completely lost, for she had never expected to hear this from Kajen. Perhaps sensing that his words were a little abrupt, Kajen added quickly, ¡°I don¡¯t mean for you to cancel it, just shelve it temporarily. Make some excuse, such as illness or the need to take some rest. If you postpone the show for about a week, I figure that the officials will allow me to see the king.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± May wanted to argue that the magic movie was totally different from the traditional dramas and the Star Flower Troupe did not need to be responsible for screening it. However, as soon as the ¡°but¡± was said out, Roentgen broke into a sneer. It seemed that Roentgen had been holding back her urge to argue for a long time. ¡°I¡¯ve told you that it¡¯s a waste of effort. How could she stop the show that she has been working on? Master, you¡¯ve asked the wrong person.¡± ¡°I thought that you were just led astray and gave up your quest for drama, but I didn¡¯t expect you to become so vile,¡± Bernis said regretfully, stamping her feet. ¡°I¡¯ve spoken up for you on that day¡­ Mrs. Lannis, what do you take drama as? A way to earn your fame?¡± ¡°Even If she didn¡¯t tell us, we should have known about what she really is, the wife of Chief Knight Carter Lannis. So, it does make sense to see the officials try to please her. Otherwise, I don¡¯t believe that King Roland would not even grant Master Kajen, such a famed dramatist, a chance to perform for him.¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Kajen Fels snapped, ¡°I don¡¯t invite her here for you all to argue with! And I¡¯m sure that May didn¡¯t do that. If you don¡¯t trust my judgment, please take your leave. Right now, I just want to hear her answer.¡± ¡°Oh, my God.¡± May was astonished when she finally realized what was going on. ¡°Kajen Troupe wants to perform for His Majesty for his enthronement and has submitted the application in the City Hall in accordance with the rules, but contrary to their expectation, they were rejected. That¡¯s why they blame me after they knew that I have married with Chief Knight, thinking that it must be me who made the officials lay aside their application and give them the cold shoulder.¡± What a big misunderstanding! If that was the case, then she could understand why they showed open animosity towards her. In the drama circle, actors had to experience a lot of things, such as rejection, criticism, or the competition for a new role. All of these things happened among actors, so no actor would openly argue for their misfortune. However, if anyone of them used their contacts to hinder other people¡¯s performance, that would be regarded as an offense to the actors who loved acting. She would be more resentful and contemptuous if such things were put on her. May said slowly, ¡°I didn¡¯t talk to anyone about the incident in the hotel except the companions who were with me. I can promise you that.¡± ¡°I trust you too. That¡¯s why I decided to have a talk with you,¡± Kajen said, rubbing his brow. ¡°We¡¯ve known nothing about this new city, nor have we understood why we were rejected. To ask you stop the show is the last thing I want to do, but I have no choice. Of course, we¡¯ll compensate you for your loss afterward.¡± The other actors frowned and looked away when they heard the word ¡°compensate¡±. May, meanwhile, did not bother to guess what he would compensate her, for she had known Kajen Fels well enough to understand that he must have had his reasons. ¡°I¡¯d like to ask you a question before I give you my answer.¡± She pondered for a moment and said, ¡°Your manager told me that I¡¯ve disappointed you¡­ Why?¡± The old man was silent for a long while, and then he waved to the other actors. ¡°Master¡­¡± Roentgen wanted to say something, but she held her words back at the last moment and then walked out of the room. One after another, they followed her out, leaving May and Kajen alone. Kajen Fels stared at May, his eyes full of reproach that almost made her retreat. ¡°How many dramas have you played in the past two years?¡± That was a question she did not expect to hear. ¡°Um¡­ seven or eight?¡± May was not sure. ¡°Twelve, actually,¡± Kajen said, counting with his fingers. ¡°¡®Cinderella¡¯, ¡®The Witches¡¯ Story¡¯, ¡®Dawn¡¯, ¡®New City¡¯¡­ Let¡¯s lay aside the quality of the scripts. Do you really think you¡¯ve played them well?¡± May was shocked. ¡°Have you seen¡­ them all?¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s a stupid question.¡± She realized it right after she blurted the question out. Most of her dramas were played in the Western Region, so he must have heard of them from other people. As she had expected, Kajen shook his head. ¡°I have students in the four regions of Graycastle, from whom I can easily hear of these dramas.¡± He sighed. ¡°But did it not take you as long as eight months to prepare for the ¡®Memoir of a Prince¡¯s Search for Love¡¯?¡± May was speechless, for she had seen behind the old man¡¯s words. It was a law widely acknowledged in the drama circle that a vivid and successful performance was based on tons of preparation. No matter how talented the actors were, they could not be sure that they had memorized every line and every action in a short period of time. In truth, as there were so many dramas to rehearse, she had made quite a few simple mistakes that she had never made before, such as saying the wrong lines and making the wrong expressions, which might not be noticed by ordinary people but would be particularly abrupt to a knowledgeable audience. ¡°I don¡¯t know why you moved from the Longsong Theatre to Border Town, where you began to perform the dramas of this level,¡± Kajen said seriously. ¡°You might do it under your lord¡¯s order, but he wouldn¡¯t force you to do it if it was against your will. After all, a play is like an open dance, and no one can dance well when they¡¯re shackled.¡± ¡°May,¡± he said. His tone had changed. Instead of addressing her as Mrs. Lannis, he sounded like a teacher teaching his beloved student. ¡°You should¡¯ve known very well that the audience also helps to improve your acting skill. How could you improve without their high demands and standards stimulating you? It¡¯s true that you¡¯ve pleased most people, but you gave up your aspiration to be a superb actor, and that¡¯s why I¡¯m disappointed in you.¡± May was quiet. She could not even find any words to argue, as she knew that he was telling the truth. In terms of performance, she had indeed become worse recently. She had slashed a lot of her private practice time and also declined her role in the ¡°Wolf Princess¡±. The dramas were arranged in such a tight schedule that it was unlikely for her to have enough time to study every role she was about to play. In addition, maintaining the Star Flower Troupe had also taken a lot of her energy. It took her a long while to find something to say. ¡°Have you spent a long time preparing for this drama that you¡¯re about to play?¡± she asked. ¡°It took me two years,¡± Kajen said proudly. ¡°Apart from the time we spent performing the old plays, we¡¯ve been rehearsing it all the time, even on the boat and in this hotel. By now, we¡¯ve polished every detail and all we need is a stage where my students can present their perfect work. I must say that it¡¯s better than the ¡®Memoir of a Prince¡¯s Search for Love¡¯ I performed when I was at the zenith of my fame.¡± He looked right at May and continued, ¡°Although you¡¯ve misused the talent God has gifted you, I believe your love for the drama is real. You must be very happy to watch an authentic drama too. Am I right?¡± Chapter 1025 - The Dispute over Ideas (II) Chapter 1025: The Dispute over Ideas (II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN He was right. May could tell that Kajen Fels did not change. At least, he still stuck to his pure faith in dramas, the exact faith that made him so frank to her and still stick to his opinion even though he was asking for her help. In Kajen¡¯s opinion, someone who sincerely loved drama was sure to make room for a perfect play. But she found that she could not easily answer ¡°yes¡±. Something had stopped her. May closed her eyes, the girl¡¯s voice coming back to her ears. ¡°Mrs. Lannis, please wait¡­¡± ¡°This is a little token of my gratitude. Please do accept it¡­¡± Then a salted fish was handed over to her. At that moment, May understood what was stopping her. She opened her eyes and held the Master Dramatist¡¯s gaze. This time, she would not evade the issue anymore. There was so much rhetoric she could put in her answer to make it sound both polite and pleasant. First, she could compliment him, and then she might use the ¡°but¡± to explain the fact that the magic movie was utterly different from the ordinary dramas and was made under an imperial order. Kajen Fels knew almost nothing about Neverwinter, nor did he have any idea of the peculiarity of Star Flower Troupe and how much His Majesty had valued those dramas she had played. He had made a mistake from the very beginning. If she could make him understand how wrong he was, it might be a good time to clear up any misapprehensions between them and even change Kajen¡¯s bad impression of her. But May knew in her heart that it was just another kind of evading. ¡°Mr. Kajen, have you prepared the show only for His Majesty?¡± ¡°And the nobles, ministers, and lords who will participate in the ceremony,¡± Kajen said, nodding. ¡°A show will lose its meaning without the matching audience, no matter how wonderful it is.¡± Like gold matching with jewels and fine wine with exquisite cups, only the careful and attentive audience could understand the very meaning of the actors¡¯ every expression and action and appreciate the true perfection of the play. That was true. ¡°Then I¡¯m sorry that I can¡¯t promise you,¡± May said seriously, ¡°because your drama will by no means be perfect.¡± ¡°Wha-what?¡± The old man frowned. ¡°What makes you say so? You haven¡¯t seen it.¡± ¡°Because the audience will just enjoy the show however wonderful it is,¡± May said and she felt the strength upwelling from the bottom of her heart. ¡°They¡¯ll applaud, praise, and talk about it perhaps when they¡¯re enjoying their afternoon tea. But that¡¯s all. The play is just one of numerous entertainments, and their life will be just the same whether they see it or not. How could you call a thing perfect if it¡¯s dispensable to people?¡± Kajen Fels scowled. For a creator, his drama was like a child to him and he would never accept such a remark easily. ¡°I thought your pursuit of fame has blinded you, but I didn¡¯t expect that kind of arrogance from you. So, are you telling me that you¡¯ve seen a perfect drama?¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t,¡± May said frankly. ¡°But I know what it should be like.¡± Kajen looked into her eyes, his gaze sharp as knives. Years of experience had given him an imposing aura of authority, which was intimidating to every junior in the drama circle. He was obviously waiting for her explanation, but May knew that no answer would please him. She did not retreat. There was no doubt that what she was about to say would result in her parting most of her fellows in the drama circle and taking a path that none of them had ever seen nor could understand. By then, the criticism on her would be much worse or even lead to breaking off all the relationships between her and those people. She was going to pay a high price, wasn¡¯t she? She asked herself. There was a voice answering her. But it¡¯s worth fighting for. May answered, ¡°A great drama shouldn¡¯t be something just for people to enjoy or an entertainment that the nobles would seek only when they¡¯re free. It deserves more than that. Sometimes it can even change people¡¯s fate.¡± ¡°¡®The Witch Diaries¡¯ helped people to understand what a witch is so that the witches could clear the stigma they didn¡¯t deserve. ¡®Dawn¡¯ encouraged people to work and get rid of poverty and hunger so that many people could start a much better life. ¡®New City¡¯ intuitively showed the new migrants how to comply with the rules of Neverwinter, and rooted out the Rats that had hidden in them. ¡®The Hero¡¯s Life¡¯¡­¡± She paused and said slowly, ¡°helped a sad girl to get back on her feet and start a new life. I know that there are many people who lost their families in the war. I¡¯m very glad that my drama could give them help, no matter how many people could benefit from it.¡± ¡°What exactly are you trying to say?¡± Kajen asked grimly. ¡°You told me that the most excellent drama was able to let the watchers identify with what the character had experienced in their life, but I want more. I want my drama to help the audience see their own future,¡± May said honestly. ¡°The nobles could always find alternatives to the jewels and exquisite cups if they lack them, while my drama is the food that can feed up a lot of people.¡± For the first time, her words reduced Kajen to silence. ¡°I have no doubt that your drama will be very exciting after two years of preparation, but I¡¯m also confident that the upcoming ¡®Wolf Princess¡¯ will be equally mind-blowing. We only spent more than a month on rehearsal and some of us haven¡¯t even acted before, but, still, it¡¯ll be the best drama I¡¯ve ever seen.¡± May curtsied and went on, ¡°If you still hold to your original opinion about our drama after you watch it, then I¡¯ll recommend your new play to His Majesty for you.¡± May felt much better after she had left the Whistling Hotel, to the point even her steps became springy. Just as she stepped out of the alley, she saw Carter Lannis waiting on the street. ¡°Why are you here?¡± May was surprised. ¡°Irene told me that you left with Mr. Kajen¡¯s man. I¡¯m a little worried.¡± Carter shrugged. ¡°After all, I¡¯m going to stop by the Convenience Market to buy some food for dinner.¡± ¡°Really?¡± May glanced at him. ¡°Have you already known what had happened at the hotel that day?¡± ¡°You ate less that night. It was obvious to me.¡± Chief Knight said proudly. ¡°Hang on¡­¡± She stopped abruptly. ¡°Did you ask City Hall to reject Kajen Troupe¡¯s application for his performance?¡± ¡°Ah?¡± Carter raised his eyebrow. ¡°What are you talking about? Whose application for performance did I reject?¡± Mey stared at him for a moment before she let out a sigh of relief. ¡°No, nothing¡­¡± ¡°Hey, are you hiding something from me again?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not important anyway¡­¡± She laughed. ¡°You haven¡¯t bought the ingredients for dinner, have you?¡± ¡°No, what would you like to eat?¡± ¡°Um, how about salted fish?¡± ¡°Salted fish? I remember you don¡¯t like pickled food¡­ It took you many days to finish the fish that the little girl gave to you last time.¡± ¡°I like it now. What? Do you have an opinion?¡± May interrupted him and then reached out her right hand to him. ¡°Do you want to come with me or not?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± The Knight took her hand without hesitation. ¡°Anything you want.¡± Chapter 1026 - Staging of a New Play Chapter 1026: Staging of a New Play Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At last, the release date of The Wolf Princess was finally here. As soon as sunlight began to shine through the window, Victor was awakened by a rustling sound. He opened his eyes only to discover that the other side of the pillow had been vacated, leaving behind only a few long strands of hair and the faint body scent of a young woman. ¡°Tinkle?¡± He called out in a slightly dry voice. ¡°Your Excellency, you¡¯re awake?¡± The person who replied seemed somewhat alarmed. ¡°Was it my being too noisy that disturbed you?¡± The jewel merchant sat up and leaned back on the headboard while revealing a slight smile. The maid was still fumbling with her attire. She looked particularly adorable with only half of her dress worn on as yet, completely exposing her smooth back and only half-concealing her chest. ¡°Your Excellency¡­ can you stop looking at me like that?¡± Tinkle asked somewhat embarrassedly. ¡°This is the kind of feeling that those noble young ladies can never offer.¡± Victor began to chuckle. ¡°Alrighttt¡­ I shan¡¯t look anymore. But, I should let you know that you won¡¯t be able to put it on properly without assistance.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± The latter seemed a little perplexed. ¡°Come over and I¡¯ll help you.¡± He reached out a hand. ¡°But let me have a cup of water first, I¡¯m so thirsty.¡± ¡­ ¡­ After helping her to tie up the laces, Victor placed his hand on the maid¡¯s waist. ¡°Done. It suits you pretty well. The dress may seem flimsy, but before elastic bands were invented, the servants who were chosen to dress the young ladies had to be big and burly or they wouldn¡¯t be able to fasten it properly.¡± ¡°I see.¡± The young girl stuck out her tongue. ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve heard¡­¡± ¡°Many items used by nobles are like that. They look good but are terribly troublesome to use. In short, flashy without substance.¡± He laughed. ¡°Hmm, can¡¯t wait to wear it out today, can you?¡± ¡°No no¡­ I woke up early just to finish preparation earlier so that I won¡¯t hold up your journey¡­¡± Tinkle shook her hand. ¡°I shall now go fetch water for you to clean up and also prepare breakfast.¡± ¡°Wearing this to perform such tasks?¡± Victor glanced at the visibly-excited maid but decided not to dig deeper. ¡°Okay, go. I just need a fresh omelet toast, and don¡¯t forget to make yourself a serving.¡± ¡°Yes, thank you, Your Excellency.¡± She bowed respectfully before making her way out. ¡°Thanks also for the gift of clothing¡­ and the chance to watch the play.¡± As the door shut, Victor climbed off the bed and poured a glass of red wine for himself. ¡°This is another plus of this type of girl ¨C that they show immense gratitude for the simplest of benefaction. Had I gifted the same things to a noble young lady, I mightn¡¯t even get a smiling face as a sign of appreciation.¡± 80 gold royals were nothing much to him after all. It was naturally a lot more enjoyable to watch a play together with someone else instead of alone. This was simply a matter of self-interest and had little to do with kindness or adoration. He was curious about only one thing ¨C how exciting could a magic movie that costs 40 gold royals per ticket be? ¡­ ¡­ ¡°Teacher, are you really going?¡± Roentgen peered worriedly at the neatly-dressed Kajen Fels. ¡°May might¡¯ve said that she would recommend your new play to His Highness, but that could just be a pretense. If she¡¯s simply taking advantage of your fame, you¡¯ll be falling into her trap by going.¡± ¡°I feel the same way¡­ she¡¯s no longer trustworthy,¡± Egrepo grumbled. ¡°I doubt she can even meet His Highness easily, let alone recommend a play to him.¡± ¡°But May¡¯s husband is, after all, the Chief Knight. Even if she doesn¡¯t get to see him, she should be able to pass a message, right?¡± Bernis added cautiously. ¡°Speaking up for her yet again?¡± Roentgen glowered at her. ¡°Don¡¯t forget about how she treated us!¡± ¡°Uh¡­ didn¡¯t Teacher say that she hasn¡¯t meddled with the City Hall?¡± ¡°Who knows if she¡¯s lying or not¡­¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Kajen snapped. ¡°My intention for going was never because of this supposed recommendation. She may be conceited and all, but we cannot behave like this. I have to take a look even if I don¡¯t agree with her.¡± He humphed before continuing, ¡°Can a brood of play fledglings really act out the story perfectly? It takes some nerve to say so! If I don¡¯t see it for myself, it¡¯ll mean that I¡¯ve already been frightened by her words. Only by seeing it will I be able to burst her bubble, no?¡± He then slapped four finely-printed tickets down on the table. ¡°So, what she has sent aren¡¯t admission tickets, but letters of challenge! Whether to go or not will be left up to each of you. But remember, those who don¡¯t watch the play shouldn¡¯t make uninformed criticisms. For those who accept the challenge, follow me.¡± ¡­ ¡­ The entrance to the new theater was already brimming with chatter by 10 o¡¯clock in the morning. Everyone appeared to be in high anticipation of the play which had been long publicized. There were also people present who could not afford the steep prices of the premiere but hoped to catch a glimpse by hook or by crook. However, these people discovered, to their surprise, that the theater was designed completely different from the others. There was not a single window, and its entire architecture resembled an inverted bowl. It was impossible to hear a sound from inside by planting one¡¯s face against the walls, let alone peek through. The volume of the theater was extremely ¡°small and exquisite¡±, approximating only a quarter the size of a central square, less than 15 meters in length and height, and only one story high. Together with the undecorated and gray cement exterior, it was hard to believe that an avant-garde play was about to be staged here. Victor walked together with Tinkle into the theater while harboring these sorts of suspicions. Many checkpoints were set up along the single-person walkways, which Victor was only allowed to pass after he had turned in the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation and self-defense dagger he was carrying. The duo¡¯s eyes lit up the moment they pushed open the doors. ¡°Wow¡­¡± Tinkle exclaimed uncontrollably. Victor was also surprised. The theater was actually illuminated by magic stones! He had, before this, only seen such valuable things in Black Money. It was telling of the owner¡¯s wealth that he could display these stones in a public place. Unlike the austerity of the exterior, the theater¡¯s interior was as extravagant as could be. Four clusters of Stones of Lightning hung from the arched dome, from where they illuminated the windowless hall. Warm air could be felt gushing out from the floor to maintain the temperature of the hall at a comfortable level. Rows of deck chairs were placed around the center at an arm¡¯s length away from each other. As a result, the hall appeared to be extra spacious, and did not feel cramped in any way. Victor was beginning to understand that this was the probable reason why tickets were expensive. Though the spacious room offered a comfortable viewing experience, this meant that seats were extremely limited. Judging from the number of seats, a single play could only accommodate between 50 to 80 people. This figure was significantly less than that of a typical performance elsewhere. Hence, if ticket prices were not increased, it would not be possible to break even. But there was another important question. As he looked around the hall, he could not make out where the stage was. Apart from a sturdy stone pillar which was erected in the center of the hall and connected directly to the ceiling, there was nothing else but seats. There was no space set aside for the performance. Unless the Star Flower Troupe danced around the pillar? Chapter 1027 - An Absurd Viewing Experience (Part I) Chapter 1027: An Absurd Viewing Experience (Part I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Suppressing his doubts, Victor followed the seat number on his ticket and sat down at Row 3 No. 10. ¡°You¡¯re that guy from the Lothar family¡­,¡± someone beside him suddenly exclaimed. Somewhat surprised, he turned his head towards the voice and discovered that the latter was an elegantly-dressed woman. Unlike Tinkle, she was obviously seasoned in courtship and romance, and could exhibit her most enchanting side at any time. ¡°Victor Lothar. You are?¡± ¡°Long heard the name.¡± The woman placed a hand on her chest and smiled. ¡°I¡¯m Denise Payton from the City of Glow. ¡± ¡°I see, a young lady from the Payton family,¡± Victor replied. ¡°Never thought I would see a merchant from my city in a foreign land.¡± ¡°Neither did I imagine meeting a legendary businessman here.¡± She then pointed to someone beside her. ¡°Let me introduce you to His Excellency Yorko, who previously served as the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s messenger. It was he who invited me.¡± ¡°Nice to meet you.¡± More pleasantries followed. While chatting with Yorko, Victor also got to acquaint with a few elites from Graycastle. As he had expected, the people attending the premiere were all extremely wealthy and noble. For example, the front row consisted of powerholders from the City Hall. Based on Yorko¡¯s explanation, their tickets were gifted to them by His Majesty, and hence they did not fork out a single royal. The middle and back rows consisted instead of wealthy merchants and guests. He even saw, among the audience, figures from King City¡¯s troupe. The price of 40 gold royals had thus served to turn the theater into a mini banquet of notables. If he could build up connections with these people, the price would certainly have been worth it. When all attendees had arrived, a dozen or so cart-pushing servants entered the hall through a different entrance and placed weird-looking paper packets in the holders next to each chair. ¡°Is this meant for us?¡± Tinkle lifted and examined the packet curiously. ¡°Eh, the word written here is p¡­ ¡°popcorn¡±?¡± ¡°There¡¯re also french fries and milk ¨C are these all for eating?¡± Victor noticed that the packet that was labelled ¡°milk¡± seemed rather peculiar. It looked like a parchment but felt incomparably soft. For a moment, he was unsure of how it was supposed to be opened. Fortunately, a demonstrative illustration was drawn beneath the label. That many guests had never used a packet like this had, induitably, been taken into consideration. Following the steps in the illustration, he inserted a transparent straw in the seal at the top of the packet. As he sucked up the milk, he felt an indescribable sense of achievement pouring forth from his heart. This is way too amazing! Even the milk, which he would usually find too bland for his liking, tasted sweeter than ever before. This owed very much to the packet¡¯s thoughtful illustration and exquisite design, which were unprecedented. Even if it contained plain water, it would still have sold for a good price! The person who designed it is surely an outstanding merchant. Victor also noticed that the design was not simply for novelty¡¯s sake. Unlike traditional porcelain and glassware, which came with edges and corners, these two types of packets were not prone to causing injury. This advantage is even more significant after considering the statuses of the guests. Furthermore, the packets fitted perfectly in the holders even if unsealed, and thus there was no worry of spillage. It was hard to imagine how a perfect fit like this was possible, given that the packets were a brand-new invention. Just as Victor intended to try out the taste of the popcorn, an ethereal voice was heard in the hall. ¡°A warm welcome to the magic movie theater of Graycastle. The Wolf Princess is about to begin. May everyone kindly return to their seats and listen carefully to the rules which should be observed. If there¡¯re any problems during the screening, please act in accordance with the rules in order to prevent accidents from occurring.¡± There was a brief commotion inside the hall. This was because everyone heard the voice but could not tell where it was coming from. ¡°First of all, the magic movie¡¯s duration is 2 hours and 15 minutes, throughout which there¡¯ll be no break. You¡¯re not allowed to leave your seat on your own. If you require assistance, simply pull on the string of the bell located under your seat and wait.¡± ¡°Secondly, this will be an unprecedented viewing experience. Please don¡¯t panic no matter what happens, and remember that it¡¯s only a very special kind of play, instead of a real event. You¡¯ll be held accountable by the Neverwinter Police Department for any harm or loss you cause to a third party.¡± Victor could not help laughing softly as he heard this. ¡°Whoa, is there really anyone left on Earth who can mistake a play for reality? It¡¯s verging on self-praise to use the word ¡®panic¡¯.¡± He deftly turned his body and took a quick glance behind. As he expected, the guests who were also in the film industry had heavily sarcastic looks on their faces. However, Tinkle did not seem to feel that the words were any inappropriate. She clutched nervously onto the armrest of her chair. As if to give the audience some time to digest, the voice only resumed after a rather long pause. ¡°May everyone please enjoy this dreamy moment in time.¡± ¡°The show shall now begin.¡± As the words fell, the four clusters of Stones of Lightning gradually ascended and disappeared into the dome, causing the hall to dim temporarily. ¡°Where¡¯s this going? As the widespread popularity of open-air theaters shows, adequate lighting, or its lack thereof, is crucial to the overall effect of the play. How are we to appreciate the details of the play if there isn¡¯t any light?¡± Victor gaped his mouth a little wider. He was increasingly intrigued as to how the play would end up when the introduction was already this mysterious. However, before he could contain his amusement, he was completely stunned by what happened in the next instant. A beam of white light flashed by, before turning everything pitch black. This was the blackest black he had ever seen, as if he was now in a deep abyss. He could not even see the chair he was sitting on, let alone his surroundings. The only relief was that he could still feel his butt sitting on the chair, or he probably would have leaped up in horror. But even more inconceivable things were to follow. Victor noticed that his body had also disappeared into the darkness completely. He could not see his hands if he placed them right in front of his face. He was not able to tell if this was because it was truly too dark, or because he had been robbed of his vision. The unrest in the hall showed that he was not the only one who was startled. The intermittent screaming and crying made the atmosphere tense. It turned out that ¡°panic¡± was not just empty talk. Had it not been for that warning, there would probably be chaos in the hall by this time. Just then, a gentle ray of light glimmered from overhead and dispelled the darkness. The hall was once again lit ¨C but instead of calming down, the audience gasped in unison. ¡°My goodness.¡± Victor¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What¡¯s¡­ going on?¡± The scene in front him was no longer within the theater, and instead had moved into the sky! He could hear cold wind blowing beside his ears, and could clearly see snowflakes drifting in the sky. There was nothing beneath his feet; he was a few kilometers off the earth, from where the mountains and jungles appeared to be patches of gray and white, just like the doodles of young children. This experience, the like of which he never had before, caused his body to tremble. He clung as tightly as he could on to the armrest and shrunk his body on to the ¡°invisible¡± chair which now bore his weight vitally, as if one little mistake would cause him to fall through the sky and turn to dust. ¡°Our story begins in the capital of a mountainous province in the far north, where two lively and adorable princesses reside¡­¡± It was only when he heard this assuring and composed voice that he discerned that he was still watching a play, and had not been projected into the heavens. ¡°Is there really anyone left on Earth who can mistake a play for reality ?¡± Victor cried tearlessly. ¡°Who would have imagined that this is what magic movies are like?¡± In the next two hours and more, the jewel merchant had the most incredible time of his life. Chapter 1028 - An Unusual Theatre Experience (II) Chapter 1028: An Unusual Theatre Experience (II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The audience didn¡¯t divert their attention from the breathtaking shots as the camera shifted its focus from the sky to the earth. In fact, the sudden influx of the images made the movie even more fascinating. Victor was overwhelmed by the bustling marketplace and the splendid inner palace in the movie. He fought his urge to stand up and touch the throne, as he didn¡¯t want to cause any unintended loss to ¡°the third party¡±, The audience in the hall sucked in their breaths. Words had completely abandoned them. Every now and then, they uttered short cries of surprise. They were awestruck by every single change in the scene. They gave an involuntary exclamation at the first appearance of the princess. They cried out as the princess transformed into a wolf when she turned 14. They yelled when the foreign prince visited the country. When they saw the princess lose control of her power and destroy the palace, the entire hall was stirred. Completely different from a traditional theatre where the audience was supposed to keep quiet and stay calm, the ¡°movie theatre¡± exploded with interjections. Victor knew this had nothing to do with the audience¡¯s manner. They simply couldn¡¯t contain themselves. The viewers, on one hand, enjoyed the new theatre experience and feared what would happen next on the other. They had no way to channel their emotions but to produce various odd sounds. Only in this way would they know that they weren¡¯t dreaming and that somebody was with them witnessing the wonder! Roland would probably categorize the audience¡¯s reactions as another type of ¡°bullet screens¡±. While the audience was shouting, the princess transformed herself into a giant wolf and departed for the snow land. When she leaped over his head, Victor felt all his hair stand on its end. He almost wanted to bolt out from the room. However, a beautiful song calmed him down. All his uneasiness dissolved into a multitude of feelings: sadness, bitterness, relief, and determination. Victor felt his eyes filling! At that moment, he seemed to understand the princess. He felt sorrowful for her being wronged but also proud of her bravery. The scene changed with the flow of the sweet melody and the storyline of the film. Victor was deeply moved by the tune. Looking back on his own experience, he found resonance in the song. Who had not been wronged or misunderstood before? Yet most people choose to remain silent! Victor was not afraid of the wolf girl anymore. He applauded her decision to leave! Victor seemed to see past the wolf girl to himself, who had also left his native town. Without a shadow of a doubt, the music was a stroke of genius. It did not steal the focus but was instead in perfect harmony with the movie. From the loud applause of the audience, he knew the song had moved everybody in the hall. The whole room suddenly erupted into a deafening cheer at this moment. In a split second, Victor had already formed his opinion on the movie. Roland¡¯s advertisement was not exaggerating at all. It was definitely a masterpiece ahead of its time! ¡­ He lost. The moment the song rang, Kajen knew he had lost to May. It was not about his personal failure. In fact, ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± defeated his new play in every aspect. Plays were essentially a form of entertainment. At first, Kajen had been dumbstruck by the film and wondered how Roland could possibly achieve this. Soon, he became numb to the constant shock. The magic movie simply blew him away. All his knowledge about acting accumulated over the past decades seemed to become incredibly absurd. The audience in the theatre actually had quite high expectations of new plays. Although they were not as picky as nobles, they did know the difference between a good play and a bad one. In other words, it was hard to fool them. Yet, when watching the new movie, everybody was now flabberghasted like an ignorant and uncivilized country bumpkin. Kajen did not blame them. It actually took him a great deal of self-control to maintain his silence as well. Meanwhile, Kajen knew his new play could definitely not arouse the audience like the magic movie did. Everybody would think ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± was undoubtedly much better than his play. Did they not notice the acting mistakes in the movie? Of course they did. Nonetheless, the movie was so good that they could simply overlook those little mistakes. Kajen knew the amount of information a man could receive within a period of time was limited. As the audience was overwhelmed by the story and images, a few small errors would barely divert their attention. So was this an unfair competition? Kajen did not think so. He knew the development of theatrical plays better than anybody else. The reason why famous actors and actresses always favored big theatres was that big theatres were financially more capable of providing better costumes, equipment, and settings. These elements were also the key to the success of a play. In fact, the success of Kajen¡¯s teacher was largely attributed to the usage of large stage backdrops in his plays. Kajen¡¯s teacher reached a pinnacle in his career when he had invented a removable wooden house. Ever since then, all other troupes had followed his example. The removable wooden house had thus become a staple in every play. Without good equipment or costumes, no actor or actress could give an excellent performance. The more lifelike and detailed the setting was, the better theatrical effect. Star Flower Troupe simply perfected their theatrical scenery. Kajen felt relieved after he came to this conclusion. He leaned back on the soft recliner and breathed out a deep sigh. Finally, he could focus on the brilliant movie. ¡­ The story was drawing to its end. The candles were rekindled, and people could once again see the chairs and the stone pillars as the light was restored. However, not a single person left. Everybody was still savoring the aftertaste of the story, revolving the bitter battle between the wolf prince and the demon lord in their heads. Kajen Fels was the first to applaud. The applause jerked the audience out of the trance. Soon, more people joined, and the waves of thunderous applause swept over the entire theater. ¡°Mr. Kajen¡­¡± Looking at the applauding Kajen, Roetgen and Egrepo almost burst into tears. Bennis¡¯ eyes were glistening. ¡°Don¡¯t cry.¡± The old actor¡¯s eyes also reddened, although he did not know what he was sad about. These actors and actresses had spent years perfecting their acting skills, but now all their hard work had been for nothing. Nobody who had experienced the new film would ever want to watch traditional plays again. The utter defeat was devastating, but Kajen knew he could not give up. ¡°None of your work is going to be wasted!¡± said he firmly. ¡°Mr. Kajen, what do you mean¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s the biggest downside of a play? It¡¯s the distance!¡± Kajen said tremulously. ¡°The distance between the stage and the audience makes it impossible to capture every single change in the actors¡¯ expressions, but the magic movie has solved this problem. I¡¯m sure in the future, acting skills will become even more important. Probably one day, just a perfect smile would grab your audience¡¯s attention. So, our failure is just temporary. It doesn¡¯t mean your hard work has amounted to nothing!¡± Kajen paused for a second and then continued, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I assure you that we¡¯ll come back once we figure out the mechanism behind the magic movie. We¡¯ll soon return to compete with Star Flower Troupe. By that time, people would see for themselves. Now, dry your eyes and stand upright. The movie deserved an applause.¡± In the tumultuous applause, ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± soon became the most renowned film in the whole city of Neverwinter. Chapter 1029 - A Person Back Home Chapter 1029: A Person Back Home Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Roland had foreseen that the movie would create quite a buzz among the mass. In fact, he, as the producer and first viewer of the movie, had also been shocked by the epoch-making film when he had watched it in the castle hall on the night of its completion. Words had completely failed him. The visual impact of the virtual world was phenomenal. Roland realized that he had not been so impressed when watching the recordings of the meetings and ceremonies through the Sigil back in Reflection Church in the old Holy City. As most of the recordings were static images, they were not as lifelike as motion pictures, although Roland had to admit they were quite interesting. However, once the images were animated, human brains would be easily deceived, making people believe what they saw was real, even though they knew very well that it was not the case. The best example was the scene of a falling object in the movie. Even Roland was quite amazed at the movie himself, let alone the general public, whose sole entertainment in this world so far had only been theatrical plays. The success of the movie was almost certain. However, there was also something beyond Roland¡¯s expectations. The visual impact of the movie seemed to go beyond what audience could physically bear. When the movie had been on show for the third and the fifth time, one viewer had panicked out and attempted to leave the theater, whereas another had passed out in the middle of the show. The former almost trampled over other viewers while the latter had been sent to the hospital immediately. Had Nana not been there, the unfortunate incident might have ended in tragedy. Both incidents had occurred when Echo had started singing. Apparently, the bird¡¯s eye view shot at the beginning and the transformation of the princess posed some safety hazards. The movie was currently targetting wealthy audience only, so the viewers should be more open to new things than ordinary civilians. Roland projected that when the movie was introduced to the mass a week later, there would probably be more incidents like this. Due to safety concerns, Roland had no choice but to make some adjustments to the movie theatre. Initially, he had planned to replace the recliners with benches to accommodate more people and prohibited food and drinks in the theater. However, it now appeared that benches were not a good option because they would be easily tipped over when a stampede occurred. In the end, Roland decided to use iron benches fastened to the ground and require audience to wear seat belts all time during the show to prevent similar accidents. Additionally, he imposed some restrictions on audience¡¯s age and their health conditions. Anyone who was over 45, had a heart disease or acrophobia was not allowed to watch ¡°The Wolf Princess¡±. Since it was Roland¡¯s first time to manage a theater, everything from designing the venue to drafting theater rules and regulations was new to him. As ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± became the most popular show in Neverwinter, the movie also attracted many businesses. Over the past few days, the city hall had received a dozen applications from various merchants, all of whom had expressed their desires to open franchises for selling popcorns and milk bags. However, after hearing Barov¡¯s report, Roland turned all of the requests down. The business of snacks such as popcorns was not very lucrative after all. For one thing, the product was hard to preserve but easy to make, so people could easily steal the related technologies. For another, corn was not the main agricultural crop in Neverwinter, so Roland did not have much competitivity in the market. As such, he would rather keep the business to himself for tourism purposes. As for the milk bags, he had no excess to sell at all. They were indeed the first product made from the rubber worms. These worms had pretty much settled down in the Third Border City after one year of adapting. The ancient witches had achieved great progress in their research. After they had found that they could adjust the flexibility of the rubber by changing the ratio of the slimes and the gall of the worm, they had soon settled where their research should head. The rubber business had thus become a side project for the Taquila survivors. They dedicated themselves to the production of various rubber samples and the testing of the rubber¡¯s durability and corrosion resistance ability. The milk bag and the straw were two products they invented. Roland did not decide to manufacture these two items on a whim. They actually played a significant role in the logistics. The rubber bag could be used to carry food and disinfectants. Compared to metal or glass containers, rubber bags were much cheaper. Other than worms, the production practically cost nothing. Although there were a number of worm holes in the Third Border City, with the number of rubber worms increasing from 100 to nearly 1,000, it was still not enough to meet the war requirement. Therefore, the rubber worms would be one of the most important strategic resources in Neverwinter for a very long time. ¡­ Four days after the release of the movie, Roland learned that Edith, the Pearl of the Northern Region, had returned to Neverwinter with Olivia. He met the girl whom he had just met once in the castle parlor. Olivia looked pretty nervous. She did not avert her eyes, but there was almost a Spartan despair hidden underneath her serenity. Unlike their last encounter, this time, Roland could see her face clearly in the well-lit hall. Her soft facial features and the emaciated frame reminded him of a flower that had just overcome a storm. After a long trip, she looked even more drained and fragile, but she managed to sit upright, which, at the same time, made her look even more beautiful. Roland knew if she had fallen into the hands of some other lords, she would have either been well protected or completely destroyed. It seemed that she was ready to accept whatever came her way. Roland broke into a smile. He knew many nobles in this era lived a life of debauchery, but he was not that type of person. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Roland comforted her. ¡°It¡¯s much warmer than Coldwind Ridge here. Nobody will disturb you. You¡¯ll soon fall in love with this city.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Your Majesty,¡± Olivia said quietly. She hesitated for a moment and lowered her head. ¡°Take a rest first. Somebody will take you to your room,¡± Roland replied. After the guard led Olivia out, Edith dipped in a curtsy and asked, ¡°That¡¯s all? I thought you would have a chat with her to get familiar with each other.¡± ¡°You have covered everything. I have nothing to add,¡± Roland said while shrugging. Ignoring the latter half of Edith¡¯s statement, he asked, ¡°How was your trip?¡± ¡°Pretty good. She quickly made the decision for the sake of her child,¡± Edith replied. ¡°The clean-up took a bit longer than we anticipated, but those people would not cause you trouble anymore.¡± ¡°Good job,¡± said Roland with a nod. ¡°It was the right choice to put this matter in your hands.¡± ¡°I¡¯m flattered.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region said, smiling. ¡°By the way, there¡¯s another thing I want to tell you. On our way back, I received a message from the combat engineer unit. Azima didn¡¯t find ¡®the Glory of the Sun¡± in the Eastern Region, so she has turned to the north.¡± Roland frowned at the news. ¡°So¡­ the extension line is from the other side of the Swirling Sea?¡± he wondered. If the mine was outside of Graycastle, it would be a little problematic. ¡°I see.¡± Roland soon regained his composure and said, ¡°You should also go take a rest now.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± When Edith was about to leave, she suddenly turned around and said, ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s time for you to go to sleep as well. You must take care of yourself.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Roland looked at her in surprise. ¡°Because this world would be a lot less interesting without you,¡± Edith replied with a smile and than disappeared from his sight. Chapter 1030 - The Coronation Ceremony Chapter 1030: The Coronation Ceremony Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°She was¡­ way over the board,¡± said Nightingale grumpily as she revealed herself from the Mist. ¡°What did she mean by that?¡± Roland also noticed the subtle change in the attitude of the Pearl of the Northern Region after he told her about how Iron Axe had dealt with the nobles. He had a vague feeling that Edith became completely honest with him, which was actually not a bad thing. ¡°Well¡­¡± Roland thought for a while and asked, ¡°Are you able to tell whether she¡¯s lying or not?¡± ¡°She was telling the truth,¡± Nightingale replied while twitching her mouth. ¡°She did mean what she said. Otherwise, I would have stopped her and got to the bottom of it. ¡°Well, in that case, let it go.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°I have neither strength nor time to guess what everybody¡¯s thinking about.¡± Nightingale instantly stopped her complaining after hearing these words. She jerked her head away indifferently and said, ¡°You, you¡¯re right¡­ You just need to focus on one or two people and that will do.¡± It took Roland a great effort to suppress his laughter. He twitched his lips, amused at how bad Nightingale was at concealing her own thoughts. Roland cleared his throat and said, ¡°Then let¡¯s go back to the office. I have a lot of work to do.¡± He has to test out the two newly developed internal combustion engines and figure out how to use them to achieve mass production. Also, he needs to design the parts and other supplementary mechanical equipment. Furthermore, he has to work on the design and the assembly of the armored trains, the manufacture of the biological rubber, as well as the expansion of the plants and the armies. However, there was one thing that outweighed all of these tasks. Although it was just a matter of formality, it played a significant role in bringing the people together. The moment Olivia arrived in Neverwinter, Roland knew it was time for him to officially ascend the throne. ¡­ A week later, the Castle District of Neverwinter was open to the public for the first time. Under the guidance of the police and guards, thousands of civilians, who had gone through a screening process, gathered around in the yard, waiting for the coronation in excitement. The streets festooned with streamers and lights beyond the Castle District were swarmed with people. Apparently, people¡¯s enthusiasm was not quenched by the snow. The Lord¡¯s castle was also temporarily altered due to the upcoming ceremony. The wall of the front yard had been torn down and replaced with fences so that people could see what was going on inside. All the facilities in the yard had been removed, and new patches of grass had been laid. The audience would have a full view of the whole ceremony once they walked up the slope of the Castle District. Each side of the castle was decorated with a red banner hemmed with black that dropped down from the roof and stretched across the whole building. The bright color of the banner stood out in the vast whiteness, adding a note of solemnity and grandeur to this shabby castle. The biggest change was on the second floor of the castle. A balcony facing the gate of the front yard protruded from the second floor. No doubt, the king was going to receive blessings from his subjects here after the coronation. Only the designer of the balcony, Minister Carl, knew that the temporary alternation had been completed by the witches. Ms. Agatha had first created an ice wall, to which Ms. Soraya applied a ¡°brick coating¡±, making it look like a part of the castle. In such cold weather, the thick ice wall would last for several days. ¡­ On the other hand, people inside the castle were busy with the preparation work. ¡°Your Majesty, are you ready?¡± Wendy¡¯s voice popped up outside the bedroom. ¡°All the ministers and guests are now here waiting for you.¡± ¡°Got it. Just give me one moment,¡± Roland replied. He turned around to the girl in a white dress and asked, ¡°Are you ready?¡± ¡°Wait a minute¡­ I¡¯m still a bit nervous.¡± The girl was no one else but Anna. She peered down at the crowd below through the curtain, apparently unnerved by the frenzy down there. ¡°Are you sure you want me to come with you? The ceremonial officer told me no king has done it before.¡± Roland realized that Anna was not as fearless as he thought. Although she was smiling, she was still worried and lost upon such a big event. Her confidence came from her outstanding academic performance and her desire for new knowledge. When she is dedicated to her work, she is a true genius. Despite her talent, she is essentially a girl in her twenties, born and brought up on the countryside. Anna is certainly not accustomed to presenting herself in front of thousands of people. Roland smiled and said softly, ¡°Then I¡¯ll set a precedent. Or do you want me to crown myself?¡± ¡°No, of course not.¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°I¡¯m just¡­¡± Roland walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her and said, ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll put it in another way.¡± ¡°Another¡­ way?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Roland took a deep breath and asked in a very serious tone, ¡°Miss Anna, I would like to hire you as my wife. Will you accept my offer?¡± ¡°Haha.¡± Anna burst into laughter. ¡°No, I¡¯m no longer a prisoner. Also¡­¡± ¡°Also what?¡± ¡°It¡¯s on such a short notice.¡± She pounded Roland¡¯s shoulder with her little fist, then reached out her gloved right hand and said, ¡°Thank you, Roland. Let¡¯s go.¡± Roland grasped her hand tightly and replied, ¡°As you command.¡± ¡­ The couple pushed the door open, walked across the hallway, down the stairs, and into the hall on the ground floor. The hall instantly fell silent. People automatically made way for the pair while bowing their heads. Roland glanced at the Neverwinter witches on his left side as he proceeded. He saw Tilly, Ashes, Nightingale, Wendy, Lightning and Agatha¡­ Completely different from what they had looked like three years ago, they blended into the society and became an inseparable part of the kingdom. On his right side stood the city hall officials and local officers, including Barov, Edith, Iron Axe, Carl, Kyle, Theo, Yorko and so on. They formed the governmental bodies in the Kingdom of Graycastle. Through the years, they have elevated themselves from common people to the prominent political figures. The coronation should have been a very complicated procedure. However, since the witches and the officials of Neverwinter had all acknowledged Roland¡¯s sovereignty, the process was considerably simplified. Roland led Anna to the center of the hall, where stood a stone table with two golden crowns on it. As both King Wimbledon III and the Church of Hermes were gone, Roland dismissed the request of the ceremonial officer to administer the coronation, insisting that the king and the queen should crown each other. It was the first time in the history of Graycastle to crown a king and a queen at the same time. The ceremonial officer was certainly opposed to Roland¡¯s suggestion, but to no avail. Surprisingly, Barov sided with Roland this time. Roland bent down and allowed Anna to crown him, and then he gently placed the other crown on her head. When the pair turned around, everybody knelt down. ¡°Long live our king!¡± In the cheers of the crowd, Roland and Anna walked to the platform at the other end of the room, out of the domed hall onto the balcony. There was an eruption of noises below! Without waiting for him to raise his hand to wave, a deafening cheer flooded over him. ¡°Long live King Roland!¡± ¡°Long live the king!¡± ¡°Long live the City of Neverwinter!¡± The cheers were earth-shattering. The crowd was flooded with euphoria as the king ascended the throne. Streamers and petals drifted down from the balcony and swirled in the cold wind. For a moment, nobody seemed to care about the flurries of snow anymore. Just as the city bell tolled, the cannons at the encampment of the First Army also produced thunderous roars at a distance. There, on the border of the Barbarian Land and the Western Region, rose the new King of Graycastle. Chapter 1031 - The King of Graycastle (I) Chapter 1031: The King of Graycastle (I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Meanwhile¡­ In the City of Glow Hearing the noon bell ring, Horford Quinn put down his quill and looked toward the southwestern. The news of the coronation of Prince Roland had not only spread throughout the whole of Graycastle, but also to the Kingdom of Dawn. According to the flyers distributed on the streets, this should be the very moment the young man was crowned. Everything was happening so fast. Horford found it hard to believe that the new king was several years younger than his daughter Andrea. Roland had now secured his throne and even extended his influence to the neighboring country. After the war against the Moya Family, the name of Roland Wimbledon was known by every noble in the king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Dawn. In the beginning, the rumors about this extraordinary prince were just circulated among some underground Chambers of Commerce, but news of him soon spread throughout his country like wildfire. Three years ago, Prince Roland had just been the insignificant lord of a remote town. Nobody in the Wimbledon Family had thought he would become the sovereign of the state in the end. His sudden rise was shrouded in mystery. A lot of his behavior was as unpredictable and bizarre as his unpresidented ascendancy. The coronation ceremony, for example, perfectly illustrated the eccentricity in King Roland¡¯s character. He was probably the only king in history who chose to hold the ceremony in the Months of Demons. Kings with such unique characters typically emerged when the country was in a state of chaos or experiencing a civil strife. With the looming Battle of Divine Will, Horford felt that the world would soon undergo drastic changes. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± The guard said, breaking his train of thought. ¡°A letter from Sir Hill Fawkes.¡± ¡°Really?¡± His eyes were back on his desk again. ¡°Open it and read it to me.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± The word ¡°Your Majesty¡± was indeed hypnotic. For the past 20 years, he had been the Hand of the King and had spoken those words countless times. Horford had thought he would be immune to the pleasant intoxication brought on by the sudden surge of power and prestige, but the truth was his heart swelled with pride every time somebody addressed him in this way. Regardless, he should congratulate the new King of Graycastle. Horford knew very well that his ascendancy to the throne was due to Roland¡¯s support. It was not Sir Quinn¡¯s swords those big nobles feared, but the deafening thunder that could raze the whole city that Roland commanded. That was why his authority had yet to be challenged. Horford knew the best way to secure his grip on power was to form an alliance with Graycastle, particularly at this moment when everything was about to change. ¡°The letter says that Graycastle has sent a mining expedition to the border of our country. They¡¯re expecting your assistance and support.¡± ¡°Inform Earl Luoxi of this matter and tell him to greet the expedition with the knightage,¡± Horford instructed immediately. ¡°Also, inform all the local lords in that region and make sure the expedition gets what they need.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Majesty!¡± ¡­ Archduke Island, off the coast of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Although the town was far outside the range of influence of the Months of Demons, the wet, cold sea breeze made the whole town look desolate and grim. Few people could be found on the muddy streets, except in the dock area. Despite the weather, an open air bar next to a warehouse drew a lot of attention. The bar offered cheap wines to sailors and travelers who want to warm up a little. Most of the customers simply came and left, but now there were around 100 people gathered about the bar. A woman wearing clothes made of coarse fabrics also approached the crowd. ¡°Farrina?¡±Someone whispered. ¡°What are you dwelling on? We should go.¡± ¡°Demons,¡± she replied. ¡°What?¡± The latter¡¯s expression changed. ¡°I heard somebody talking about the demons.¡± The woman called Farrina said. ¡°Just a moment, Joe.¡± The man hesitated. At length, he lowered his head and said in a hushed voice,¡± Yes¡­ Your Holiness.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t an order.¡± Farrina waved her hand and inched closer, hoping to hear more of the conversation. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen such gruesome monsters. They had wings wider than a man and tusks bigger than our arms. City walls are nothing to them!¡± A merchant boasted. Now the center of attention for the surrounding people, he spoke even louder, ¡°But that isn¡¯t the worst of it. There¡¯s another type of demon who looks like a man, but much stronger. Their spears are faster and deadlier than a balista. Armor is useless against them! I don¡¯t mind if you laugh at me, but I almost peed my pants when I saw them.¡± People in the crowd gasped. ¡°Is it true? Are they invulnerable?¡± ¡°We couldn¡¯t lay a finger on them if they are flying in the sky.¡± Still, some people looked incredulous. ¡°Get over with yourself! What demons ¡ª Do you even know the difference between demonic beasts and demons?¡± ¡°Go to Hermes Plateau and take a look! There are all kinds of monsters there. You seem to wet your pants easily. Don¡¯t freeze your dick off. ¡°What do you know about it?!¡± The merchant cried indignantly. ¡°That¡¯s how Prince Roland Wimbledon described them! He¡¯s been living in the Western Region for many years, and he doesn¡¯t know the difference between demonic beasts and demons? Rubbish! Demonic beasts are just dumb, roving mobs, but demons have well-trained armies. Have you ever seen animals coordinate attacks on a city, one after another?¡± ¡°If what you said is true, how did Graycastle drive them off?¡± ¡°You wouldn¡¯t be able to understand. The situation was precarious, but suddenly thunder roared up from the city wall and pierced the sky.¡± The merchant bragged, spraying his audience with spit. ¡°The demons were instantly blasted to smithereens. Their blood splattered all over the ground. One of them fell right in front of the hotel I was staying at. There was a hole as big as a bowl in its chest. God knows how they did this!¡± ¡°Even ballista couldn¡¯t do that. Based on what you said, isn¡¯t the prince a God?¡± ¡°Haha. If he¡¯s not, how do you think he wiped out the church?¡± Hearing these words, Farrina¡¯s hands currled into fists. ¡°¡­¡± Joe put his hand on Farrina¡¯s shoulder and shook his head in silence. ¡°I know.¡± Farrina took a deep breath and unclenched her fists. ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°The Bloody Moon has not appeared yet. The demons shouldn¡¯t have arrived at the Barbarian Lands. But his story fits the descriptions of the demons in the Holy Book. It doesn¡¯t sound like a lie. I don¡¯t¡­ really know.¡± Joe paused for a while and said, ¡°But we have nothing¡­¡± ¡°Nothing to do with them.¡± Farrina cut in. ¡°You¡¯re right, Joe. We have to take care of ourselves first.¡± After the death of the acting Pope, Tucker Thor, Farrina had followed his orders, retreating from New Holy City along with the rest of the Judgement Army. She had planned to re-establish the church on Archduke Island in the Kingdom of Wolfheart where the witch organization, the Bloodfang Association, used to be. To prevent the resurgence of the witches, they had selected this fertile land as their new stronghold. Yet to their great surprise, the news of the fall of Hermes had spread throughout the whole region. After learning the fall of Hermes, the bishop on Archduke Island had turned against the church and colluded with the nobles. Now, he was known as the Earl of Archduke Island. To secure his new title, he had even hanged the messengers from the church outside the city gate. The unexpected betrayal was a heavy blow to the Judgement Army. Because of this, many of them had left the Judgement Army. Farrina had been living a clandestine life on Archduke Island for half a year and achieved nothing yet. If she could not re-establish the church and attract new believers, this would probably be the end of the church. Without a doubt, the only way to save the church from this precarious situation was to execute the traitor as a deterrent. The only problem was that the enemy also had a group of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. It was going to be a bitter fight. ¡°Let¡¯s get out of here.¡± Farrina pulled up her hood and cast a last glance at the bar. The merchant rambled on. ¡°There are a lot of interesting things there! For example, black iron ships as huge as hills, and a giant building taller than Tower of Babel. Once you see them, you¡¯ll never forget!¡± ¡°C¡¯mon, tell us everything. I¡¯ll buy you another drink!¡± ¡°Were they all built by that Prince Roland?¡± ¡°Of course! But you can¡¯t call him His Highness anymore. By the time I left Neverwinter, he had decided to ascend the throne! The date¡­ let me see, right¡­ it¡¯s today!¡± ¡°Wow. So now he¡¯s the King of Graycastle?¡± ¡°Haha, that¡¯s right!¡± The merchant raised his wineglass and said, ¡°Since it¡¯s his coronation day, let¡¯s make a toast. To the King of Graycastle!¡± ¡°To the King of Graycastle!¡± The crowd raised their glasses. ¡°The King of¡­ Graycastle?¡± Farrina sneered. ¡°Be whatever king you like. The Battle of Divine Will would eventually reduce the whole world to ashes. We¡¯ll sooner or later meet again in the Hell. The only problem is who¡¯ll go there first. If I fail to defeat the traitor, I¡¯ll be there before you; If I win, then I¡¯ll wait for the news of your fall right here.¡± ¡°King Roland Wimbledon,¡± thought Farrina savagely. Chapter 1032 - The King of Graycastle (II) Chapter 1032: The King of Graycastle (II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At the headstream of Silver Stream located in the Southernmost Region of the Sand Sea. Brian sat in a tent, waiting for news from the front to arrive. Sitting opposite to him was the chief of the Wildflame clan, Guelz Burnflame, and the elder of the Osha Clan, Thuram. The two men had become the representatives of the Mojin Clan. Together with the commander of the Gun Battalion who represented the chief, all the leaders who participated in the decision-making process with respect to the Sand Nations were here. The cold desert wind whistled outside the tent, but the interior of the tent was quite warm as if it were sitting on the top of a giant brazier. No matter how cold the ground seemed to be, every time Brian buried his feet into the sand, he could feel heat escape from underneath. It was even warmer than the brick beds and the heating system used in Neverwinter. The locals invented this so-called ¡°sand bed¡±, which was a shallow hole as wide as a man in the ground. Native people would first replace the coarse sand with sifted fine sand, and then bury themselves in it to keep their body temperatures. The fine sand had a soft touch and was even softer than burlap matresses. With just a tent and a sand bed, the Sand Nations could spend their winter very comfortably. Sadly, it was also the same terrestrial heat that destroyed the life here. As seawater gradually evaporated, the desert within 100 miles was wiped out by seasalts. Hardly any sandworms or scorpions lurked around, let alone trees and flowers. Without an oasis, there would be no food. The entire plain was thus a bleak emptiness. Perhaps, nowhere in the whole Southermost Region could be more dismal and dead than here except Blackwater Swamp. For the past hundred years, Mojins had erected several wooden houses here and there in this saline-alkali land to provide accommodations for traveling salt merchants. However, things had now changed. ¡°You don¡¯t seem to be worried at all, young man.¡± Guelz ended the silence. ¡°The Wildwave Clan and the Cut Bone Clan were two biggest clans in Iron Sand City. The chief can easily crush them, but this doesn¡¯t mean those small tribes can do that too. Do you really put so much faith in them?¡± As Guelz spoke out, Thuram also said, ¡°In the past one year, not a single tribe in Iron Sand City has been promoted to be one of the six big clans. Apparently, Wildwave and Cut Bone have kept all the resources to themselves. With sufficient food, a clan in the Southernmost Region can easily recover from a previous loss. They¡¯re now probably stronger than prior to you coming here.¡± ¡°Faith? No¡­¡± Brian slowly shook his head. ¡°I don¡¯t put faith in them.¡± ¡°Then¡­ why didn¡¯t you request troops from the chief?¡± Thuram asked in surprise. ¡°100 soldiers and the warriors from the Wildflame Clan and the Osha Clan would be more than enough to deter those brutes from setting foot on the small oasis again.¡± ¡°Then what? The First Army would be permanently stationed in Silver Stream Oasis protecting those small tribes?¡± Brian stared at him. ¡°Do you think His Majesty wants a future like this?¡± ¡°Um, well¡­¡± Thuram was at a loss for words. Shortly after the relocation, they had started exploiting the resources in the Southernmost Region. Apart from building the Festive Harbor at Endless Cape, another key project was the development of the saline-alkali land at the headstream of Silver Stream. Since there was no river, they had to rely on manpower and animal power to transfer those salts out of the desert, to the closest branch of Redwater River by cart. For this reason, Fallen Dragon Ridge and Port of Clearwater had provided competitive wages and benefits to the laborers, in hopes of attracting more Sand Nations to help with the transfer. Within a year, various tents had been pitched in the saline-alkali land, and the place was soon alive with busy workers. The laborers dug wells and drew consumable water from the underground stream of Silver Stream. They not only drank the water but also used it to filter salt. Shortly afterwards, plants were built. Without steam engines or other machinery, they did all the work manually. The whole working process was similar to gold mining. People separated the scattered salt from the sand and gravel, collected and crystalized them before shipping them to the inner land of the Western Region where they would be further processed. The repetitive and tedious work gradually became a new mundane routine of everyday life in the saline-alkali land. Although there was no oasis, sandworms or scorpions around this area, the place started to get teeming with life. Many relocaters, as well as some small tribes who had been hesitating to come simply could not resist the good compensation. They came to the border in groups and offered to work for the project in exchange for wheat, dried meat and fabrics. Some of them returned to the oasis with the food while others stayed, becoming one of the earliest settlers. The big clans in Iron City were not happy about this. The more tribes that chose to move out of the oasis, the fewer resources they would obtain. The increasing tension between the big clans and the small tribes had finally turned into an open conflict two months ago, where the Wildwave and Cut Bone Clans had dispatched infantry and killed some tribesmen departing the oasis. They had left their heads on the road leading to the north, apparently to deter people from the Sand Nations from leaving. The big clans did not have the courage to openly provoke King of Graycastle, so they had attacked the small tribes who had yet to submit to his rule. They had thought the chief would dismiss the matter, for no northern king would actually care about the lives of hundreds of Sand Nations. They had not expected, however, that this would be the very thing that Roland detested. Brian knew very well that King Roland dreaded any loss of the population for no reason. Before Guelz had sent his letter to Neverwinter, Brian had already prepared himself for a probable war. ¡°What if they lose?¡± said Guelz Burnflame as he massaged his forehead apprehensively. ¡°If I remember correctly, those people received training on how to use a flintlock just three months ago, right?¡± ¡°Then we¡¯ll be slaughtered, and your clansmen would be reduced to slaves in Iron Sand City,¡± said Brian as he closed his eyes. ¡°Prior to the war, I told you that it¡¯s going to be your battle, not mine. I¡¯ve provided you with weapons. If you still can¡¯t save your clansmen from their swords, you don¡¯t deserve the honor of being one of the soldiers of Graycastle. I can always train new people if I want.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Guelz¡¯s manner tightened abruptly into a grave expression for the first time as if he was re-evaluating the young officer in front of him. ¡°Plus, you forgot that the training three months ago was only for flintlocks.¡± Brian went on, ¡°Apart from flintlocks, they also use swords, daggers, their fists and teeth. These are weapons Sand Nations have been using from the moment they were born, aren¡¯t they?¡± The members of the Sand Nation troop selected by Brian were all from the small tribes that had relocated to Port of Clearwater. Unlike the big clans such as Wildflame, those tribes were still concerned about the tribes left behind at the oasis, even though they had chosen to live at Graycastle. As these people were not politically involved but still maintained a relationship with the desert, they were perfect for forming a local military power. They used old, outdated flintlocks as their weapons. Suddenly, outside the camp came the little pattering of feet. ¡°Stop there!¡± The guard hollered. ¡°I¡¯m Jodel from the ambush unit. I have something important to report to Mr. Commander.¡± ¡°Let him in.¡± Brian opened his eyes abruptly. The tent flap was pulled open, and a man stumbled in, his face smeared with blood, all shaky and breathless. He sank to his knee, panting, but his eyes were glinting with excitement. ¡°Sir, we won!¡± Chapter 1033 - The King of Graycastle (III) Chapter 1033: The King of Graycastle (III) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Brian walked out of the tent and saw the victorious soldiers return one after another. Compared to how they had looked when they had marched for war, they now looked no better than a bunch of refugees. They were all ragged and covered in blood. It was obvious that they had just returned from a fierce battle. The number of casualties was astonishing. Out of the 2,000 soldiers that left, less than half were walking. All the horses and camels had been used to carry the wounded. Together with a few captured enemy soldiers, the group looked so beaten-up that it did not look like a well-trained army at all. Nevertheless, their spirits were high. Everybody was excited about the victory. This was literally the first time that the small tribes were able to defeat the big clans of Iron Sand City! Brian knew this past battle had made those hunters true soldiers. He was more pleased to see that the ambush team, although battered and dishevelled, had followed his instructions that no soldier should abandon his weapons under any circumstances. Most of their water sacks and ration bags were gone, and some had even lost one of their shoes, but all of them still had their guns and swords. The First Army could not be stationed in the Southern Territory to protect Sand Nations forever. They must be able to carry out Graycastle¡¯s policies among their tribesmen by themselves. Brian knew the King of Graycastle wanted more than a simple implementation. He wanted more soldiers, more Mojins to participate in the Battle of Divine Will. Now, these people were qualified to move on to the next step. Brian turned around in satisfaction and nodded at Jodel, ¡°Tell me the details of the battle.¡± It was a pretty straightforward battle, although it was full of errors and accidents. The initial plan was that the 2,000 strong army should be divided into two groups. One would sneak into Silver Stream Oasis and advance to the north during the night to make an impression that they were planning to attack the saline land, while the other would wait for the enemy in an uninhabited oasis at the end of the Silver Stream so that they could launch an ambush. Provoked by the smaller tribes, the Wildwave and Cut Bone Clans had soon dispatched an infantry of more than 800 people to pursue the ¡°traitors¡±. Although there were many ¡°traitors¡±, the two clans had not taken them seriously. In their opinion, this group were even weaker than the watchdogs. As the battle had progressed, the enemy had soon been lured into the ambush. Everything had gone well up to this point. The ¡°baits¡± were supposed to dismount and yield. They should have found an opportunity to disperse the horses once the enemy had dismounted as well. Then the ambush squad would have launched their attack. However, the group responsible for blocking the retreating path had set the fire too early. As the road had been ablaze, the enemy had realized something had gone wrong and started to retreat. Had they not prepared a large amount of blackwater beforehand, the enemy would have probably escaped. The battle then turned to chaos. The ¡°baits¡± had drawn out their swords and flung themselves at the enemy, and so had the ambush team. Many people had used the flintlock just once, completely forgetting the loading and firing skills they had learned during training. In the end, they had resorted to their traditional combat method: a hand-to-hand fight. Like Brian had said, the people of the Sand Nation had weapons other than flintlocks. With the horses neighing and fires sizzling in the air, the withering, small oasis had become the location where the two parties had started an intense, life-and-death struggle. One moment a soldier had lunged at a horserider, and the next a horse had trampled a man. When two people tussled, teeth could also be a lethal weapon. The small tribes also had warriors. Since the people of the Sand Nation had started to learn how to cope with the harsh living conditions from the moment they had been born, almost everyone that had survived the venom of sandworms or scorpions possessed excellent combat skills. Indeed, there was no large difference between a member from a big clan and one from a small stribe in terms of individual physical strength. What those small tribes lacked was resources. Inadequate resources limited their ability to reproduce and expand. No warrior could defeat ten people at a time, no matter how strong he was. As long as the tribes remained small in size, it would be impossible for them to compete with the big clans. But now, they had what they needed. All the soldiers were from the ten Silver River Clans. Since everyone shared the same food, wore the same clothes, slept on the same bed, and received the same training, they did not have to fight for resources. Now what they needed was simply the courage and determination to challenge the big clans in Iron Sand City. The massacre of the small tribes committed by the Wildwave and Cut Bone Clans had encouraged them to stand up for themselves. The battle had lasted all night. The Sand Nation army had gained a tough victory. By the time the fires were quenched, the oasis was covered with blackened wood. Since all the trees were gone, the sand would soon drain the little water around this area, and Silver Stream would shrink further, exposing more oases to wind deflation. But the people of the Sand Nation would survive. The battle preluded the eventual disppearance of the oases, but it also pointed out the direction in which the people of the Sand Nation should head. After hearing Jodel¡¯s report, Brian walked up slowly to the returning soldiers. ¡°Good job! You should be proud of yourselves because you protected your people! This is a victory belonging to you, so you have the right to decide on how to deal with these captives.¡± Brian pointed toward the captured warriors from the big clans. ¡°Kill! Kill them!¡± ¡°Sir, they killed my family!¡± ¡°They should pay for that!¡± Brian¡¯s eyes met with the anxious ones of the people of the Sand Nation. He gave them a casual wave and they immediately understood what to do. With clanks and clatters, numerous swords were drawn out from their scabbards. Blood blossomed and soaked the coarse sand beneath their feet. The soldiers¡¯ morale had reached its peak! ¡°But Iron Sand City still poses a threat to us. The Wildwave and Cut Bone Clans will still dispatch their troops to the interior of Siver Stream, so your tribesmen are still exposed to danger,¡± Brian proclaimed. ¡°The chief has granted you the right to permanently live in the oasis, but the traitors attempt to ruin everything! Tell me, what should you do?¡± ¡°Take Iron Sand City and drive them out of Blackwater Swamp!¡± ¡°Let them know the consequence of betraying the chief!¡± ¡°Commander, some of my friends are still in the oasis. Please allow them to join us!¡± ¡°And also my¡­ my sisters!¡± Guelz and Thuram stepped a few paces back involuntarily, shocked at the soldiers¡¯ reactions. Brian looked in the direction of Neverwinter. ¡°Your Majesy, we¡¯ve shed the traitors¡¯ blood, and I hope this will be a nice present for your coronation. The Mojins who used to only care about themselves have started to work together. I believe that sooner or later, you will be able to take over Iron Sand City.¡± But this was just the beginning. ¡°The entire Southernmost Region will eventually become a part of your territory. There will be nobody on this desert to challenge your authority.¡± I hope you like my gift. Chapter 1034 - Subtle Hints at the Ceremony Chapter 1034: Subtle Hints at the Ceremony Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The coronation celebration lasted all day, from noon all the way through to the evening. The central square was saturated with the warm aroma of savory soup as it simmered in pots above the fire. Within the pots, a thick layer of spicy oils glazed the surface displaying the richness of the soup. It was made so that anyone could add the food they wanted and eat as they pleased. As spices were still considered as luxuries in this era, the party attracted many civilians. Some people even brought jars and barrels, hoping that to bring some soup home to savor every drop of it later. City Hall was in charge of continuously adding water and broth into the pots. With each addition of chopped beef bones and sausages, the crowd would burst into loud cheers. This would have been an incredible scene during the Months of Demons in the past. People used to breathe gingerly during a long winter season, for cold represented death. But now, they could appreciate the snow drifting down from the sky and express their love for life without such fear. Because they knew there would be enough food to keep them warm. Everybody raised their cups in celebration of the new king while sending him their blessings. ¡­ Sylvie turned around and watched the bustling castle hall. People here were also having a good time. There was plenty of delicious food, wine, music and laughter. The party became even more boisterous when Roland and Anna presented themselves in their wedding gowns. It was Sylvie¡¯s first time to see such a unique wedding gown. Completely different from the white dress the bride had worn on the Chief Knight¡¯s wedding, the new one designed by Roland was actually nothing like a nightgown. The dress was mainly in red and gold, with long sleeves and a full skirt. Its shoulder parts were ornamented with two patterned ribbons of intricate and elegant designs. Not many people could pull off such a bright color, but the dress was perfect for Anna. She was a genius fire controller and one of the most outstanding witches of this era. The bright red outfit made her look even more stunning whilst also making her display a gracious and queenly aura. Everybody raised their glasses, to which Roland and Anna returned a smile. It was a perfect party. But Sylvie was all tensed up. She had noticed something strange at the ceremony. As she had the Eye of Magic, she was obligated to detect anything out of character before anyone else and promptly notify the other guards. For things like a coronation ceremony, she had to make sure Roland was absolutely safe, not only because he was Princess Tilly¡¯s brother but also because it was her responsibility as a guard. Therefore, Sylvie had been extremely cautious, making sure that she did not miss anything. Each incident seemed insignificant if she looked at them separately. However, once she pieced them together, she found something suggestive. This reminded Sylvie of a song Roland often hummed. The lyrics were quite interesting, which read ¡°a walking stick blackened, a strong floral scent softened ¡­ many jigsaw puzzles that might not make sense to you, would eventually lead you to the discovery of a truth well hidden.¡± It was worth noting that after Mystery Moon heard the tune, she made it the song of the Detective Group. The situation this time had been exactly as the lyrics described. Sylvie did not know what the problem was. Normally, she would have warned Nightingale and Ashes by now. But this time, she kept silent. Because she suddenly remembered what Anna had told her two days ago. ¡°The person who keeps the secret is always the one that knows it. I need your help, Sylvie.¡± At that time, she had not understood the meaning behind it, so she had not given it much thought. But now, as if struck by a sudden enlightenment, Sylvie saw the full picture. Anna¡¯s words were the last piece of the puzzle that had just been slotted into place. She discovered a secret. Sylvie did not take delight in it. Instead, she felt a huge burden being laid upon her shoulders. Because now she had to not only keep the secret but also stop others from noticing it. Someone else had probably also noticed those subtle signs! Sylvie surveyed the entire hall. Her eyes rested on three people. ¡°Achoo!¡± Lorgar rubbed her nose, glancing about suspiciously. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Andrea asked. ¡°Wolves can also catch a cold?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s my nose. I¡¯ve been feeling something wrong since this morning.¡± Lorgar made a sniff. ¡°The odors I smell seemed inconsistent with the number of people here¡­¡± ¡°Inconsistent?¡± Ashes cut in. ¡°Can you actually tell people apart by their smells?¡± ¡°I can as long as they aren¡¯t too far apart and there¡¯s no interference of a strong scent,¡± said Lorgar with a nod. ¡°There are nearly 100 people in the hall,¡± said Andrea with an incredulous look. ¡°Even if you do have an acute sense of smell, you can¡¯t remember all the odors people are giving off. Besides, many of them are wearing perfumes. They also tend to touch others, like this.¡± With these words, Andrea touched the back of Ashes¡¯ hand with the hand she had just used to eat a chicken drumstick. ¡°I¡¯ll also have her odor on me now. Can you still tell us apart?¡± ¡°It¡¯s difficult¡­ but still, I can tell whether a certain individual is present or not.¡± Lorgar dropped her ears in confusion. ¡°Nobody is moving about, but I notice some scents are on and off. Why is that?¡± ¡°Ahem.¡± Sylvie appeared behind the three witches and said, ¡°You¡¯re probably sick.¡± ¡°Sylvie?¡± Andrea raised her brow. ¡°How come you¡¯re here?¡± ¡°I¡¯m just walking around and overheard your conversation.¡± She shrugged and looked at the wolf girl. ¡°The weather on the desert in the south is quite different from that in the Western Region. It¡¯s easy to catch a cold. Plus, this is your first winter here, so it¡¯s normal that you are feeling under the weather. If you feel there¡¯s something wrong with your nose, you might as well drink some Lily¡¯s Cleansing Water. I was like that too when I first came here.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Lorgar seemed to suddenly understand the reason. ¡°I see.¡± Sylvie walked off, feeling a bit relieved. Because of her ability, Lorgar Burnflame possessed far better hearing and a much more acute sense of smell than ordinary people. As she had an animal intuition, Sylvie needed to watch out for her all the time. Fortunately, she had successfully prevented her from discovering the secret. Now, her next target was ¡ª ¡°Coo, coo, coo, coo coo coo coo¡­ coo!¡± Perched on Lightning¡¯s head, Maggie was talking to Joan in excitement. ¡°Ya, ya ya, yaa ¡ª ya!¡± Joan returned as if the two people were discussing a very interesting topic. ¡°Oh well, whatever¡­¡± Sylvie clapped her hand over her forehead. Even if they did find out something, they would not understand it. Likewise, nobody would be able to read something out of their conversation either. At this thought, Sylvie locked her Eye of Magic on her third target. This was probably the person who was most likely to discover the secret and also the most difficult one to deal with out of the three. It was Honey. Chapter 1035 - An Obscure and Wonderful Night Chapter 1035: An Obscure and Wonderful Night Translator: TransN Editor: TransN As a key figure of the Graycastle Weekly, Honey basically had informants everywhere. This combined with the advantages offered by Lorgar and Maggie. The olive forest in the castle backyard was like her headquarters and to escape from her detection was not easy. Yet that was not the whole story. Having the earliest access to interesting anecdotes in the city, she could always attract a large number of witches during gatherings. For instance, at the moment, the batch of witches that gathered around her was the biggest one in the hall. Besides Mystery Moon and the other members of her Detective Group, Nightingale, Wendy, and Scroll were not easily fooled. Even Leaf, who had not shown herself for quite some time, also seemed to be talking about something with Honey. ¡°Conceal the secrets you know, and keep others from knowing them.¡± Sylvie took a look at Anna at the other end of the Hall. Thinking of the words Anna had given her, she walked toward Anna unwillingly. ¡°What do you think of these birds?¡± Leaf¡¯s voice went into Sylvie¡¯s ears. ¡°They¡¯re the new species I found in the Misty Forest, not big, but fly very fast. They¡¯re so bold that they even dare to steal from a gray eagle nest. I figured that they might be helpful to you one day, so I took a nest of them back.¡± Sylvie saw two big Kingfisher and one small one standing on Leaf¡¯s shoulders and rubbing her face intimately, which gave her a completely different impression as the brave birds Honey just described. ¡°Sure, thank you.¡± Honey took over the birds delightfully. ¡°I haven¡¯t seen you for quite a while. I feel like you¡¯ve become a qualified bird trainer.¡± ¡°They probably think of me as a part of the forest,¡± Leaf said smilingly. ¡°Then again, the changes that happened in the town really surprised me¡­ not only are there more houses, there are also such novel things like magic film and newspaper. If it wasn¡¯t for the fact that exploring the deep forest is equally enjoyable, I would have envied you.¡± ¡°You should come back more often,¡± Wendy said softly. ¡°Everybody misses you.¡± ¡°I missed you too¡­¡± Leaf¡¯s eyelids lowered. ¡°But nowadays only the southeast edges of the Misty Forest are under the control of the Heart of Jungle, I must stay integrated with the forest as long as possible so as to adapt to its ever-enlarging consciousness. To control the entire forest before the arrival of the war, I could do nothing but seize all the time I could¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯ve worked hard.¡± Scroll stroked her hair tenderly. ¡°I¡¯ll ask Lightning to send the newly published newspapers to you every week so that you¡¯ll know what¡¯s going on in Neverwinter at any time.¡± ¡°That is a wonderful idea,¡± Mystery Moon shouted, ¡°but what¡¯s written in the newspaper are things known to all. Compared to that, I prefer to know the secrets that are only known to a few.¡± She then looked at Honey and said, ¡°If you ever find something suspicious, please do tell the Detective Group. We have the most skillful detectives who¡¯ll ensure all your puzzles will be solved.¡± Hearing the word ¡®secret¡¯, Sylvie¡¯s heart began to extremely tense up. Such a fool. She asked too directly! How can I divert the topic? No¡­ It¡¯s too hard a task for me to avoid Nightingale and Wendy¡¯s attention and divert Mistry Moon at the same time! ¡°Em, there are quite a few¡­¡± Honey said, tilting her head. ¡°Oh?¡± Mistery Moon¡¯s eyes sparkled. She said hurriedly, ¡°Such as?¡± ¡°This is a big problem!¡± Sylvie felt a deep desperation. ¡°Will it work if I pretend to faint or be drunk? But I¡¯m not able to act that well¡­ sorry Anna, I¡¯ve tried my best.¡± ¡°Oh, although I¡¯m also curious, I¡¯m not going to tell it.¡± Honey stuck out her tongue. ¡°I especially can¡¯t tell His Majesty Roland¡ªthis is out of sister Wendy¡¯s request. She also said that no matter what anomaly I find, I need to report to her first.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Mistry Moon looked at Wendy in surprise. ¡°This isn¡¯t fair!¡± Wendy coughed twice. ¡°I think this is for the good of the Witch Union¡ªyou¡¯ll be safer not knowing something.¡± Sylvie let out a long sigh. Thus the latest crisis was averted. I¡¯ve successfully kept the secret¡­ haven¡¯t I? An anxious Sylvie had the toughest dinner party in her life. *************** After the banquet, Roland returned to the bedroom with Anna. At the moment, this place had been as decorated as their wedding room. Under the flickering candlelight, Anna¡¯s figure in the wedding dress appeared dimmer, yet it exuded a particular sense of grace. Roland walked up, gently took down her bridal veil, lifted up her bang, and stared into her eyes. In the pair of eyes that were as clear as a lake, he saw rippling affection. ¡°Say my name, ok?¡± ¡°Anna?¡± ¡°No.¡± Her eyes blinked. ¡°My full name.¡± ¡°Anna Wimbledon.¡± ¡°Once more.¡± ¡°Anna Wimbledon.¡± ¡°Can you call me that ten more times?¡± Roland gently smiled. ¡°As many times as you want.¡± After hearing Roland whispering in her ear, Anna lowered her head shyly. ¡°My request¡­ is it a little weird?¡± ¡°A little.¡± Roland poked at her nose. ¡°You¡¯ll get tired of hearing this name in the future. You¡¯re my wife, with or without my family name.¡± In the world he came from, marriage did not require one party of the couple to change family names, so he did not care much about the name change after marriage. ¡°Even so, I feel I¡¯m complete this way¡­¡± Anna pressed one hand on her chest. ¡°I feel I¡¯m no longer alone. That¡¯s probably the point of any ceremony¡­ either wearing a crown or changing a title, people are just acquiring a self-identification through the attached external changes. Although emotions between two people need no verification through a ceremony, without this link, a couple might feel pitiful and regretful afterward.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland could not help but hold her in his arms. At this moment, any answer would have appeared redundant. After a little intimacy, Anna said, ¡°Roland, can I ask for something?¡± If Roland remembered correctly, this was the first time that Anna ever asked something of him. ¡°Sure, go ahead.¡± ¡°I want to take the post of the minister of the Department of Industry.¡± Roland was a little surprised. ¡°This isn¡¯t a problem, but why do you suddenly¡­¡± ¡°Because I¡¯m only a common girl born in a remote small town,¡± Anna said smilingly. ¡°Now I am suddenly the queen of Graycastle. I guess there must be many people feeling discontent.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Nobody dares to gossip about it,¡± Roland consoled her. ¡°If everything has to be quieted down by you, it would only add to people¡¯s suspicion.¡± She shook her head. ¡°I can¡¯t keep on hiding behind you and only indulge in things that I¡¯m interested in. I want to do more, offering people no excuses to accuse me.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve gone from being an unknown witch to becoming a figure taking charge of a whole department by yourself?¡± Roland smiled subconsciously. ¡°I¡¯ve never intended to keep you in that narrow backyard¡­¡± ¡°As you wish, my dear.¡± ¡°Thank you for indulging my willfulness.¡± Anna stood on her tiptoe and gently kissed Roland on his forehead. ¡°Right, haven¡¯t you always been curious about what I talked with Nightingale that one night?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Roland slightly paused. ¡°I¡¯ll be lying if I say I wasn¡¯t, but¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s alright,¡± she said smilingly. ¡°It was an agreement, and I¡¯ve fulfilled it. Now¡­ carry me to bed.¡± The candle was put out by a string of Blackfire. The curtain of the night covered their silhouettes like a thin veil. What an obscure and wonderful night. Chapter 1036 - Regime of the New Kingdom Chapter 1036: Regime of the New Kingdom Translator: TransN Editor: TransN On the second day after Roland¡¯s inauguration, he called for the third plenary session in the castle¡¯s reception hall. The main content of the session was the distribution of power, which concerned the officers the most. As the advocators of choosing the right side, this session was undoubtedly the moment that these officers had long hoped for. To serve the local lords and to serve the king were two totally different concepts. Especially since most of them had worked in the City Hall, so they had a rough mastery of the new king¡¯s idea of ¡°weakening the local, strengthening the center¡± to concentrate power. They understood their promotion had special significance, which meant they had gone from being nobodies to the top officers of the Kingdom of Graycastle. What they would govern was no longer be a small piece of land in Western Region, and their influence would be stronger than the former great nobles. Roland would not allow his officers¡¯ ambitions of ascending to the skies with a single leap to keep on growing, so he laid down the general principle right at the beginning of the session. ¡°First of all, I¡¯d like to congratulate each of and every one of you. Anyone who is invited to this session will join the elite class of Graycastle. In the next few decades, you will be joining me in the endeavor of governing this kingdom.¡± ¡°That¡¯s flattery, Your Majesty.¡± Barov took the lead to stand up and bow. ¡°It¡¯s our honor to serve you! Just tell me whatever you want me to do. I¡¯m at your disposal!¡± Although what he said meant to be humble, Barov¡¯s face wrinkled with the smile he put on. Obviously, he had many expectations for his path ahead. Roland nodded smilingly. He gestured for the rest to sit down, then said slowly, ¡°I have to mention one thing first. The reason I took back the nobles¡¯ feudal power is to replace them with capable personnel. A kingdom¡¯s prosperity depends on the number of talents who are working for it. I don¡¯t hope to see you turning into another kind of noble.¡± ¡°Of course¡­¡± Barov said hurriedly. ¡°Nobody can be sure that his descendants will be as equally capable, so all the positions should be dispatched to the most capable.¡± The others instantly agreed with Barov. Roland wasn¡¯t so sure. He felt these City Hall officers had changed a lot and their flattery sounded a lot more smooth, and the expressions in their eyes were filled with an unexplainable awe. The changes brought him a vague sense of satisfaction. This was probably also the effect of the ceremony. No wonder Timothy and Garcia did not hesitate to drag more than half of the kingdom into the fires of war. Yet Roland did not indulge himself in this kind of satisfaction for long. Even as a supreme king, what he governed was no more than a corner of the extensive continent. ¡°If I¡¯m content with what I¡¯ve accomplished, what difference would I have with a sheik from an isolated island?¡± The world is so big. I want to see it. ¡°What you said is only the most basic point.¡± Roland looked around the hall. ¡°As a matter of fact, even the most capable could not be guaranteed to always be qualified for their positions! There are many ways to ruin one¡¯s prospect, such as external temptation, the solidification of ideas, and the desire to expand one¡¯s influence. You are not exceptions.¡± With the rising of Roland¡¯s voice, the officers lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe heavily. ¡°Therefore, entering them as the starting officers is only the start for your career. Your abilities and performances will be assessed annually. Whether you¡¯re to be promoted or stay where you are will be decided by the assessment.¡± Roland paused. ¡°Of course, there could be a worse consequence. For example, those who insist to knowingly causing damage to the kingdom will be removed from their positions and sent to trial!¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Barov asked carefully, ¡°May I know who will write this assessment report?¡± ¡°Myself.¡± Roland looked at him. ¡°Are there any more questions?¡± Although it was Nightingale from the Security Bureau who would do the investigation, Roland felt it was more fitting to tell people that he would be the one executing the assessment. ¡°No, I¡­ have none.¡± ¡°I know what¡¯s on your mind,¡± Roland proceeded.¡±You must be thinking that you¡¯ve gone such a long way to achieving this, it¡¯s supposed to a time for your reward, and if you have to keep on giving great effort, but behave like you are walking on thin ice, what¡¯s the point of becoming the starting officers. Yet what I¡¯m about to say is your reward doesn¡¯t contradict with what I¡¯ve said just now. Instead, they¡¯re supplements to each other. As long as you finish the tasks I give you, I don¡¯t mind that you seek profit for yourselves. It¡¯s like dividing a piece of bread. When the bread gets big enough, everyone can eat well even with a very small portion of it; on the contrary, if the bread is too small, one can¡¯t eat enough even if he eats it all by himself. As for the fact that those who stand in the front of others will get his slice of bread sooner, I think all of you can understand that.¡± The resources an officer of upper rank got was far greater than his listed salary, and the connections and power he had access to were far more effective capital than money. If one even failed to see that, Roland would not want him to continue to have a say in the City Hall. The driving effect of the combination of stick and carrot had been repeatedly tested in the rivers of history. Although it was still a little rough, Roland had begun to master the use of it. ¡°Before I announce the new appointments, you can still choose to give up your career in the government. Those who choose to give up will get a large number of gold royals as compensation, which is enough for you to squander for the rest of your life, but if you decide to stay, you¡¯ll have to take on the responsibilities and obligations of an officer. Now, make your decisions!¡± Nobody dared to leave. Even the minister of Chemical Industry who had complained constantly in the beginning and wished to retire as soon as possible remained silent at this moment. Obviously, through the two years¡¯ of experience of holding a political position, he understood the significance of the post of a minister in requesting for appropriation from Barov. ¡°Alright,¡± Roland smiled and said, ¡°here are your appointments.¡± Compared with the old City Hall, the biggest change in the new power system was that the towns in all the regions were also put under the management framework. Roland adapted a modern method and set the big cities as provinces whose prefecture included their surrounding residential areas such as towns and villages. The manager of a province was called a governor, the same rank as a minister. Every province needed to set its own city hall, which was under the control of the City Hall in Neverwinter. As this was building on the foundations on the previously established secondary City Halls, such a transformation was not difficult. Although the workload of the ministers would greatly increase, their power would correspondingly rise up to a new level. Barov, as he had always wished, was promoted to the Hand of the King. He was responsible for coordinating all the departments, and concurrently in charge of the Treasury. As an old chief who was among the first batch of Border Town¡¯s managers and who cultivated numerous talents for the City Hall, his appointment could not be any more suitable. He didn¡¯t expect that a joking promise Roland made four years ago could be realized today. Apart from some similar institutions like the king¡¯s city City Hall, the army, Security Bureau, Witch Union, etc, Roland also established a whole new department: Headquarters of the General Staff. This was different from the staff organization that served in a combat capacity. The Headquarter of the General Staff took charge in making foreign policies, and any specific schemes about strategic plans. With the expansion of the strength of Graycastle and the increasing threat of the Battle of Divine Will, the future connections among the other three kingdoms and the Fjords were bound to grow tighter. That was why Roland needed a visionary department to assist him in controlling the overall situation. As for its minister, it was none other than Edith Kant, the Pearl of the Northern Region. Chapter 1037 - Massacre On the Snow-covered Plains Chapter 1037: Massacre On the Snow-covered Plains Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After appointing roles to everyone, they spoke their oaths out loud as per Roland¡¯s request. This was the first time the officials had to go through such a process. However, as surprised as they were, they still followed their King¡¯s orders without delay, with their chest held high. The oath itself was nothing special: ¡°Loyal to the King, dedicated to your duty.¡± These were the words that all the officials would say, but speaking them out loud on a formal occasion in front of a crowd had a dramatically different effect. These words seemed to have come to life and reverberated in everyone¡¯s minds. Roland knew then that they were slowly uniting as one. ¡°Now that you have passed the ceremony, let¡¯s get started.¡± Roland rose from his throne and slapped the map behind him, ¡°We shall eliminate all threat of the demons in the Fertile Plains and ensure that the northwestern side of Neverwinter is safe for us to build the foundation for humanity¡¯s mass migration back to the plains.¡± The two defeats humanity had suffered previously had pushed humanity up against a wall with the ocean at their back and nowhere to escape. Marching West was now their only way forward, both for the acquisition of more resources and as a strategic move against the demons. The First Army must gain control of the Taquila ruins if the people of Greycastle were to settle in the plains properly. Without a source of God¡¯s stones, the demons would not be able to build their obelisks, and Greycastle could then safely expand its borders. This would give them the chance to either continue on with Graycastle¡¯s development or prepare a counterattack on the demons. After all, humans were not restricted by the red mist. With technology development, the First Amy¡¯s weapons¡¯ effective range would also improve. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Everyone shouted. After the meeting, Roland went back to his office, and Nightingale served him red tea that she had prepared beforehand. ¡°Good work.¡± She had a carefree expression on and the dried fish that was dangling from her mouth meant that she was in a good mood. ¡°Ah¡­ Thank you,¡± Roland picked up the fragrant tea. He suddenly recalled the words that Anna had said last night and gazed at Nightingale. What was the promise that Anna talked about? She did not explain in detail last night, but Nightingale was present at both the inauguration ceremony in the morning and the wedding in the evening. It did not seem like she had time to fulfill any sort of a ¡°promise¡±. This issue still puzzled him. Also, Roland felt that if he asked them directly, no one would give him an answer. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± At that moment, Roland heard Nightingale¡¯s voice next to his ear, ¡°Do you think I look good today?¡± ¡°No ¡­ Ermm,¡± He quickly sipped his tea to cover up his bewildered expression, ¡°I mean, not bad¡­¡± ¡°So do I look good or not?¡± Nightingale leaned down and looked Roland deep in the eyes. Roland could smell the sweet smell of her hair. ¡°Your heart is in turmoil,¡± Nightingale observed. Before he could reply, she went away and leaned on a chair, chewing her dried fish, seemingly pleased with herself. Realizing that she was only teasing him, Roland shook his head, yet at the same felt glad that she didn¡¯t pursue the matter. However, one thing was certain. She was still the Nightingale he had always known. ¡­ Western Region, in the sky above the snow-covered Barbarian Lands. ¡°What is our current speed?¡± No reply. Lighting could only hear the sound of wind gushing past her ear and she could hardly even open her mouth. If she tried to speak right now, her tongue would probably be torn apart by the headwind. She had no choice but to synchronize with her magic power. The freezing sensation disappeared in an instant and the sound of wind became somewhat bearable. ¡°Maggie, what is our speed now?¡± She asked again. ¡°Let me check, Coo!¡± Maggie stuck her head out from Lightning shirt, ¡°It¡¯s about two times faster than a gray eagle, coo.¡± This was most likely related to a beast¡¯s sharp instincts, but Maggie had a great sense of speed. So bringing her along was much more convenient than using magic power to measure their speed. ¡°Three hundred kilometer per hour?¡± Lightning sighed. When a gray eagle dived to catch a prey from the sky, its speed can reach up to hundred fifty kilometers per hour and almost no prey could dodge the attack. Now that Lightning had far surpassed the top speed of the eagle, she did not seem to feel glad wholeheartedly. Three hundred kilometers¡­. This was the limit without synchronization. After her magic powers had evolved, she spent a lot of time to get used to her new ability and learn the technique to control the level of magic power. In other words, if she can handle the discomfort under high-speed flight, then she would be able to minimize the use of her magic power. To deal with this problem, Roland had provided her with a new set of equipment, including a pair of wind goggles, clothes with a double-layer thermal insulator, smaller backpack, and decreased the weight of the gears to the minimum. All these adjustments helped her break her record, yet there still seemed to be limitations due to her body. It seemed like three hundred kilometer per hour was a bar that could not be passed. Moreover, there was a drastic increase in the use of magic power after synchronizing. Lightning couldn¡¯t help but admire the robust body of that Extraordinary, Ashes. Of course, every witch¡¯s ability is determined at birth, and the only thing she could do now was to work hard to get stronger. Perhaps she could ask Lorgar about training a tougher body after they returned to Neverwinter. ¡°Heads up, Coo!¡± Maggie shouted while in her arms, ¡°We are already a hundred kilometers away from the Taquila ruins!¡± ¡°Ah okay¡­¡± Lightning closed her eyes, felt the magic reserves in her body and then smiled, ¡°Then let¡¯s give the demons a nice surprise.¡± After she had finally gotten used to her new ability, His Majesty finally agreed to let her satisfy her explorer¡¯s cravings¡­ Wait no, her request to scout. Even if she only flew at her slowest speed, those stupid demons would only be able to bite the dust. She would not encounter any danger as long as she planned her magic expenditures well. However, Lightning was not satisfied. She still remembered that time three years ago in the Barbarian Lands where she was scared stiff upon seeing an ice sculpture of a demon under the Taquila ruins. This is something she must redeem herself in as an explorer. Fear stems from the unknown, and demons were no longer some terrifying creatures of the myths. ¡°Lighting, going full throttle!¡± After she heard that, the pigeon quickly ducked her head and hid under the young girl¡¯s clothes. Lightning kept on accelerating, and despite the protection from synchronizing, she could still hear the sound of wind tearing past her getting louder and louder, from an initially high-pitched screech to a deep rumble. Their views blurred as Lightning sped up even more, and eventually, the white plains under them looked like melting cheese, flowing past as they flew. Then that moment came. With a boom, there came utter silence. It was as if she shook off the restraints the world had on her, as wind and snow was left flying past her, and the whole sky became her playground. Like what the King had said earlier, she was now the one who left sound trailing behind. No matter how many times she repeated this, Lighting would not get bored of it. Sometimes she had thought that she was born just for this moment. After a few minutes, the Taquila ruins rose above the horizon. What surprised her was that the land around the ruins had suddenly changed color. It looked like the muddy ground after the snow had melted. Yet, as she looked harder, she realized that the muddled background was a mixture of flesh and blood! Coal-black demonic beasts were swarming towards the ruins and smashed into the defense lines of the demons like waves splashing onto a shore. Before their bodies broke into pieces. Chapter 1038 - Enemies from the Abyss Chapter 1038: Enemies from the Abyss Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡± said Lightning as she slowed down. Her eyes widened open. Thousands of demonic beasts were swarming on the snowfield. It looked as if a black carpet was laid over the white snow. The moving ¡°carpet¡± somehow reminded her of ants gnawing at corpses. This time, however, it was not corpses they were facing, but demons who were equally brutal. The skyscraper-like skeleton monsters moved slowly among the demonic beasts as they jostled enemies aside. With every step they took, a few demonic beasts would fail to escape and be crushed below. Their four crooked limbs looked as slim as tree branches compared to their huge size, but Lightning believed that they were thicker than Lady Agatha¡¯s Spellcaster Tower if she viewed them close-up. There were numerous Mad Demons clinging to the monster¡¯s abdomen, towering over the beasts as they hurled their spears down. The beasts, however, had no choice but to keep pushing forward, even though their counter-attacks took little effect. ¡°Magic Power Parasite.¡± These words crossed Lightning¡¯s mind. It was a kind of deformed demon that was between the living and the dead. It had no fixed form and was parasitic on the skeletons and black stone-like blobs. It relied on the magic power to move and launch strikes. The Spider Demons discovered in the battle on the Northbound Slope and the leviathan she was watching now were both very likely to belong to the same species. Though the demonic beasts¡¯ tusks were sharp, they barely did any harm to the stone-like monsters. They had no choice but to bypass the skeleton monsters and attack the main body of the enemies behind these monsters. Without a wall for the demons to take cover, the battle would be very tough. Frenzied beasts may have the advantage when facing unarmed humans, but the odds did not favor them this time as Mad Demons were extremely strong and fast. Although they had sent out many demonic hybrid species, the demons had Lords of Hell, Siege Beasts, and Spider Demons at the front line to counter, allowing them to slaughter the demonic hybrid beasts almost as fast as the First Army did. As a result, demonic beasts could not gain an edge over the demons, even though they largely outnumbered their enemies. Perhaps sensing the speed had slowed down, Maggie poked her head out. She gasped upon seeing such a horrendous scene. ¡°The demonic beasts and demons¡­ They¡¯re fighting?¡± ¡°So that¡¯s the reason why Neverwinter has such peaceful Months of Demons,¡± said Lightning while pretending to analyze the problem professionally. ¡°But it¡¯s a bit weird, didn¡¯t the Taquila ancient witches say that the demonic beasts always come after the relics of gods? I¡¯m certain that the demons¡¯ king wouldn¡¯t bring their relics to this piece of the wastelands¡­ This means the demonic beasts must have gathered here for other reasons. It¡¯s too bad that Sylvie didn¡¯t come with us, or we could collect more information.¡± Maggie cocked her head to the side and asked, ¡°Are you still going to surprise them?¡± ¡°Of course!¡± said Lightning decisively. ¡°We¡¯re so close to the ruins of Taquila, yet the Devilbeasts haven¡¯t come to stop us, so they must be distracted by the battle. What a good chance this is for us.¡± There was no doubt that both the demons and the demonic beasts are His Majesty¡¯s enemies. The more fierce the battle between them became, the more relaxed the army would be during the expedition that was going to start early next spring. Lightning estimated the magic power in her body was enough for her to maintain flight at supersonic speeds for three to four minutes. In case of any dangers, she would save half of that magic power. This was more than sufficient for escaping. Overall, she was left with only two minutes to shake the demons¡¯ defense line. Thus, she had to be very cautious when choosing her flight path. Her eyes stopped at the giant skeleton monster. Its deformed body structure looked like an askew bench from far away. The skeleton features were composed of flat long black stones. It looked slightly similar to the glider runway built on the east coast. They seemed to be an ideal place for her to fly over. According to her ability test results, the lower she flew, the greater the damage she would cause. Therefore if she could fly closely by the monster, the Mad Demons in its abdomen would surely suffer greatly from the impact. His Majesty had instilled the principles of high-speed flying into her since she had awakened to this higher level. She knew that body size also decided how much energy could be detonated when her speed passed the sound barrier. If it was Maggie flying at supersonic speed over Neverwinter during that night, the whole city might have been ruined. Hence, Lightning did not plan to crush the demons in one fell swoop. She just wanted to make the demons suspend their attacks. The areas under the skeleton monsters were like death zones. The demonic beasts had to avoid this. As a result, their moving speed was significantly slowed. If those brazen skeleton monsters could be pinned down, the demons¡¯ back line of defense would become more pressured. Even if the plan did not work out, she would not be affected anyway. As soon as she made her decision, Lightning pressed Maggie¡¯s head onto her chest and swooped toward the nearest skeleton monster! At that moment, she had completely forgotten what Roland had warned her about. No one could grasp sound by the tail. It was time to show them authentic flying skills! The kilometers between her and battlefield had shrunken in a split second. When she appeared above the battlefield, it was dead silent. But that was only in her opinion. In the demons¡¯ eyes, it was as if thunder from the sky had all of a sudden crashed down and swooped them over. The result of the collision between the front and rear impact waves were overwhelming. While Lightning leveled off and flew five meters over the monster, the blast of the impact waves had turned the snow into clouds of white mist which almost enveloped the whole monster. The demons were howling in pain from the ear-splitting explosion. But she had no time to enjoy how big the damage she had made, for she had five similar targets to handle. Just as she was about to fly over the third skeleton monster, something unexpected happened! Out of nowhere, a figure suddenly appeared on the bare platform she flying over to. The moment it stood there, it drew all her attention. There were still miles between them, but Lightning felt a sudden chill come over her. Her fingers could not stop shaking. It was a demon, yet it looked human-like, except for its blue skin. It looked handsome and its golden eyes were deeper than the abyss of hell. They just stared at each other, but Lightning felt as though she was a frog being targeted by a viper. An instinctive dread rose from the bottom of her heart. ¡°What kind of monster is that?¡± thought Lightning. She could feel the strong magic power in the demon¡¯s body as it distorted the surrounding air. Even though she was flying at a high speed, the power had oppressed her tangibly. It was as if she was stuck in a viscous mire and was being helplessly dragged towards the demon. Run! Now! A voice was warning she to stop flying and run away immediately. But she could not move her body at all. She had lost the control of her own body. She saw the demon slowly raising its right arm towards her. At this moment, something sharp pricked her chest. It felt like someone had driven a nail straight into her body. It was Maggie! As the pain spread throughout the body, she instantly regained control of her limbs and time had returned to normal. Lightning suddenly raised her body, flew upwards, and fleed to Neverwinter as fast as she could without glancing back. Chapter 1039 - Decisions On Incoming Letters Chapter 1039: Decisions On Incoming Letters Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Majesty, this is the finance for this week,¡± said Barov in exhilaration as he presented the report. ¡°In short, the figures show a better uptrend than we¡¯ve expected. As a matter of fact, they¡¯ve spiked. In the past, this would have been a miracle!¡± ¡°Yes. Well done,¡± said Roland as he leaned back in his chair. His expression was a lot calmer than Barov because he knew how the miracle had occurred. Both the population and economy had increased during the Months of Demons this year compared to summer and autumn, the busy seasons. This meant that the Months of Demons now had very little impact on Neverwinter. The turn of events was so dramatic, it was as if the snow outside the window was not real. For the people in this era, this report would completely reshape their common sense. After all, when the cold winter came, people tended to consume more energy than being productive. It was as if they started to hibernate. Thus, an economic slump was commonly seen in winter. In the past, the entire border town was abandoned in winter. Hence, how could the production and trade continue without people? However, Roland was aware that the people¡¯s choice of ¡°hibernation¡± was nothing but a temporary compromise to deal with the harsh environment. Humans beings had the ability to change their environment. This allowed them to top thousands of creatures on earth throughout history. The concrete boat was immune to the wind direction and could work tirelessly, making heavy snow no longer a barrier; the heating system helped people keep warm; the hospital provided medical insurance; the plants were able to run even in bad weather. As human beings became more adaptive to the environment, the ¡°miracle¡± would sooner or later come. In addition, the enthronement and the establishment of the new capital also played a role in surging these figures as people were always apt to gather in bustling places. This was a custom that has not changed for thousands of years. Nowadays, the wide Redwater River seemed to be a bit crowded with so many concrete boats coming and going. At the end of the last year, the total number of the concrete boats manufactured in Neverwinter had exceeded 500. They had been designed for multiple purposes. Some of them had holes for quick loading and unloading; some had two stories where the lower story was for cargo while the upper story was for passengers. Its versatile design had been favored by many in the Chamber of Commerce. Since large scale of population migration could be a rare niche, the cement boats they had purchased now could be seen in many cities¡¯ docks. Since news of the enthronement had spread, there were 500 or 600 people arriving at Neverwinter each day. One year ago, Barov had thought it was impossible to reach the population of 100,000, but the Western Region now had a total population of near 200,000, and 90% of them lived in Neverwinter. Furthermore, it was a fact that the new capital was completely different to the traditional cities. It had neither grand walls nor division of the inner and the outer city. Instead, it was divided by circles of streets, which enlargened towards the suburbs. The city looked as if the city was a forest of houses. Many people had criticized Neverwinter for its similar constructures and lack of ornate architecture. But to Roland, those criticisms were another kind of compliment. How could Neverwinter bear the rapidly increasing population if there were not so many houses to accommodate them? 200,000 people were almost equal to the combined total residents in the rest of Graycastle¡¯s cities. If Neverwinter had to be walled and embellished with exquisite buildings such as the grand cathedrals, bell towers, and a palace, it would take him decades to complete. Population was the basis of industrialization, they guaranteed the expansion of plants and provided the prerequisite for economic prosperity. The beauty of the city was the last thing he would care about. Perhaps in his eyes, rows of chimneys discharging hot smokes were more beautiful than a magnificent palace. Considering the time lag in spreading news, next year would see a more shocking growth. ¡°Stick to it, you¡¯ll get the reward you deserve,¡± said Roland. ¡°Being the Hand of the King is the best reward I could ever have. It¡¯s your wise decision that makes such a difference. What I did is nothing but to follow your order,¡± said Barov as he stroked his beard proudly. Roland shook his head with amusement. ¡°Do you have anything else to report?¡± ¡°Ah¡­Yes, Your Majesty,¡± The old chief pulled out two letters. ¡°These two letters were sent to the Administrative Office, but I think it requires your final decision.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland took the letter. The sender¡¯s name on the first letter looked familiar to Roland. ¡°Kajen Fels?¡± ¡°Mr. Kajen is a great dramatist in the old king¡¯s city. He brought his troupe to Neverwinter and asked for a chance to perform a new play for you in the enthronement, but you didn¡¯t agree at the time,¡± Barov reminded Roland. Roland recalled it immediately. The first time he heard of this name was from the businesswoman Margaret. Back then, when he was asked about who he knew best in the capital, he blurted out the Magic Hand Yorko, which was really awkward. The City Hall officials had reported their application for a performance before the enthronement and also handed in the scripts, but he rejected the application after he quickly ran through the script. He had planned the magic movie staring Lorgar for a long time, and there was no way to cancel it for a drowsy play of a bland imperial love story. ¡°Mr. Kajen sent this letter before he left Neverwinter. I don¡¯t think you should be bothered with this trivia¡­ but he was very prestigious. Are you¡­¡± The old chief¡¯s voice lowered as he said these words while looking hesitant. Roland comprehended the implications of his statement. According to the date on the letter, it had been a week since Barov received the letter. Barov seemed to have given much thought to this thing. He had known that his king was not good at appreciating the traditional dramas. As he saw Roland rashly deny Mr. Kajen application, the impression became deeper. Barov might be afraid of annoying Roland so he did not present the letter right after he received it. He had now hoped that Roland would spend some time reading the dramatist¡¯s letter. As of far, he could see that Barov placed high praise on Kajen Fels. Not only him, but also Margaret and the Chief Knight. Anyone from the old capital seemed to have a good impression of this dramatist. If so, he may as well take a look at the letter. Roland shrugged, unfolded the letter, and scanned through it quickly. It was actually an inquiry about how to make the magic movie. As Kajen had said in the letter, at first, he had asked the Star Flower Troupe about it, but May told him that the troupe was only responsible for the performance and the Witch Union was the one who turned it into a mirage. As it may be confidential, she could not give him a detailed answer. Following this, he wrote an enquiry letter to the Witch Union, but the letter was returned soon after it was sent. It was explained that the Castle District does not accept any directly-sent letters. So he had no choice but to ask the City Hall again, in the hopes that they could ask the question for him. Generally, the leader of an industry was most hurt when something overthrew their original thought. However, in this letter, Roland read none of the frustration but the man¡¯s eagerness for the magic movie. ¡°I see.¡± Roland paused thoughtfully for a moment and said, ¡°I¡¯ll write back personally.¡± He had treated both the drama and the magic movie as a way to propagate for Neverwinter. He had neither time nor the energy to shoot an old imperial love story, so he might as well explain it to Kajen directly and make him desist once and for all. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± said Barov as he let out a sigh of relief. ¡°What about the other letter?¡± Roland asked as he unfolded the letter. Since it was sent to the Administrative Office, Barov must have screened the letter beforehand. ¡°It was from a merchant called Victor Lothar.¡± ¡°Did he finally stop asking for a trade in package and popcorn?¡± Roland laughed. ¡°Yes, he wants to buy cotton.¡± Barov nodded. ¡°Cotton?¡± Roland¡¯s hands paused. ¡°Neverwinter doesn¡¯t grow it.¡± ¡°He wants a customization of it,¡± Barov replied. ¡°He wants Miss Leaf of the Witch Union to customize it for him.¡± Chapter 1040 - Victors Plan Chapter 1040: Victor¡¯s Plan Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Leaf, who had contributed the most to the growth of grain production, had been mentioned in the picture-story book, The Witch Diaries, long ago, and the book had been available for sale in the Convenience Market since then, so it was not strange for a foreign merchant to know about her. However, he was the first one to ask for a specific witch for a task. The people of the four kingdoms, unlike those adventurous folks in the Fjords, were deeply influenced by the church, so they had a significant amount of prejudice against the witches. Now that there was one of them who was willing to voluntarily work with a witch, Roland could not help being a little interested. After reading the letter, he touched his chin and said, ¡°Coming from the Kingdom of Dawn¡­ Do you know where he¡¯s living in Neverwinter?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Barov said, ¡°The Administrative Office has kept track of him. I also asked Lady Scroll to check the taxes he has paid and found that he started to pay taxes six years ago. But at that time he mainly purchased gemstones, occasionally some furs, all of which have nothing to do with cotton.¡± ¡°Interesting.¡± Roland was well aware of how simple the tax collection system was in this era. The tax collectors had to record every tax each person had paid, and as time went by, the collectors were liable to lose track of how much the taxes were really paid, let alone check the data. The permanent residents had no choice but to pay tax as their property was clear to see, while the merchants who frequently traveled between cities should have had many tricks to avoiding paying the tax collected by the local lords. The fact that Victor¡¯s tax record could be traced back to six years ago suggested that he must be a very honest and trustworthy man, which was really uncommon for merchants. ¡°Send for Victor,¡± Roland said, putting down the letter. ¡°I need to talk to him alone.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Majesty.¡± ¡­ Roland soon met the merchant in the meeting room. He really did look like a citizen of the Kingdom of Dawn. Like Andrea, he had pale golden hair. He also had a pretty face and well-maintained skin. Overall, he looked like a well-bred nobleman with the right etiquette from a wealthy family. It was hard to imagine such a man would travel between kingdoms for his livelihood. Instead of running the business himself, he could always order some reliable men to handle the general affairs. After all, in this era, long-distance travel was tough for anyone, whether they were rich or not. Victor gave a proper explanation for Roland¡¯s confusion¡ªfamily conflicts. In order to eschew his elder brother¡¯s oppression and prove his ability, he had to leave his home and run a business in Graycastle. Victor¡¯s story wasn¡¯t very convincing, but Roland didn¡¯t want to be too inquisitive. In any case, Roland wasn¡¯t interested in other people¡¯s affairs. Besides, since Nightingale had not given any response, the merchant was telling the truth. After the introduction, Roland came to the point directly. ¡°You want Leaf to culture productive cotton seeds and aim to set up a brand new clothes shop, which would be promoted to the entire kingdom with cheap and fine clothes made of the cotton?¡± What Roland had asked was not his own imaginative idea but was actually written at the end of the letter. That was one of the reasons why Roland decided to see Victor personally. It was like someone had submitted a business plan aimed at raising 100 million yuan and all he lacked was Roland¡¯s investment worth 500 yuan. ¡°Not just the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± The merchant nodded. ¡°I¡¯ve calculated the price. The finished products will still be competitive in the Kingdom of Dawn even after including the price of shipping.¡± Selling at a low price could help the product muscle into the market, but¡­ that was not easy. ¡°How do you intend to guarantee that your products can be both cheap and fine?¡± ¡°First I¡¯ll need special cotton, Your Majesty,¡± Victor said with enthusiasm. ¡°Since Miss Leaf was able to produce the golden wheat that had a yield three times higher than the ordinary species, I think she should also be able to triple the cotton yield. If the price of raw materials can be reduced to one-third of the current price, then clothes will be much cheaper.¡± Roland could not help laughing. The logic behind Victor¡¯s words seemed right at first, but you would realize how ridiculous it was if you thought it over. It would be easy for Leaf to culture the productive cotton. In fact, with the help of the vast pool of magic power given by the Heart of the Forest, she was able to culture new seed variants much faster than before. However, the price of grains in Neverwinter was set low to stabilize the price, not because they could not be sold at a high price. It would be a great problem if people could not afford food, so the price of grains had to be controlled and kept low. However, this was not the case for cotton, as people always had alternatives to choose from, such as linen, hemp, and furs. ¡°Okay¡­ Let¡¯s assume Leaf is able to make the yield of cotton three times higher. Why should I sell this cotton to you at a discounted price when I can sell it to others at the market price?¡± ¡°Because I can save you a lot of investment and provide more than 2,000 jobs, providing employment for your city,¡± Victor said without hesitation. ¡°Aside from that, you can get a lot of tax revenue, and your people can also benefit from it. In fact, you don¡¯t have to do anything, as I can handle all the management affairs and the production line.¡± Roland was surprised by Victor¡¯s answer that was full of modern terms. He considered it for a long while before he asked, ¡°Did you learn those words¡­ from the newspapers?¡± ¡°That, and every one of Neverwinter¡¯s announcements. I¡¯ve studied them all. Some of the words may be quite awkward when I first read them, but they have helped me understand business from another angle,¡± Victor said with his hand on his chest. ¡°The other lords would throw me out if I had proposed a reduction in the price in front of them, but I believe you can see the value in this.¡± ¡°This is quite a sneaky compliment¡­ If I throw him out now, I¡¯ll be no different from ¡®the other lords¡¯?¡± Roland smiled slightly. ¡°Tell me your plan.¡± Victor spoke eloquently about his plan for nearly an hour. Apparently, he was well-prepared in advance. His idea was not complicated. In brief, he wanted to build a business system that integrated the farming, textile production, and sales. House Lothar had quite a long history of making garments, so he already had much relevant experience and technique. Once the project started, it would not be long before they saw the fruits of their labor. Of course, anyone could paint an attractive blueprint with their rhetoric, but Roland kept listening because he saw that Victor had taken many details into account and planned well in advance. Neverwinter was not a suitable place for growing cotton, so the plantation and the textile factory had to be located in the Southern Territory, where there was ample sunshine and high temperatures all throughout the year. Meanwhile, as the Sand Nation people were still moving in, there would be a great deal of labor available. Everything seemed to fit in with the plan. The final sewing and garment production would be set up in Neverwinter, where it could be directly sold to the people here, who could afford the clothes. Victor would be responsible for the initial investment and preparations, such as purchasing farmland, recruiting farmers, building manufacturing plants, and buying equipment. Neverwinter did not need to risk anything, for it spent neither time nor any money on the venture. As a matter of fact, apart from providing the productive strains cotton seeds, Neverwinter could just step back and reap the profits. In addition, due to the simple usage of cotton, the output of the final products could be easily assessed from the amount of the materials that went in, so it was easy for Roland to calculate the tax, which was a relief to both him and Victor. Among the advantages Victor had mentioned, Roland preferred two of them in particular: the first was that House Lothar already had efficient spinning tools that were capable of processing three times the yield of the cotton; the other was that they had trained a number of skilled tailors who often designed garments for the nobles in the City of Glow, so the clothes they made would be popular with many people. Victor also admitted that this business idea was inspired by when he watched ¡®The Wolf Princess¡¯. He found that the citizens of Neverwinter were still plainly dressed, which was improper for a new capital. These two points were the key to the entire plan, for, with them, this huge and ambitious business proposal was no longer a castle in the air, but actually quite feasible. Chapter 1041 - A Strange Wound Chapter 1041: A Strange Wound Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°A vertically integrated conglomerate¡­¡± Roland whispered. ¡°What?¡± Victor was stunned. ¡°If you¡¯ve any question about my plan, I can explain it again¡ª¡± ¡°No, thanks.¡± Roland waved his hand. ¡°I think it¡¯s an interesting plan, and it seems feasible. I just want to know how long it¡¯ll take you to collect enough funds for it.¡± Victor¡¯s eyes shone with joy. ¡°I knew you would understand it. Please excuse me for being blunt, Your Majesty. If you were a merchant, you¡¯d definitely own a great Chamber of Commerce!¡± It sounded like Victor was degrading the king by comparing him to a merchant, but Roland understood that for a businessman from the Kingdom of Dawn, praising someone¡¯s business talent was the sincerest form of flattery. The business model suggested by Victor reminded Roland of modern companies that had an integrated system for production, supply, and marketing in the previous world where he had lived. He had never expected that he would hear such a detailed commercial development plan from a man in this world. Compared to the conventional Chambers of Commerce, Victor understood more advanced concepts. He planned to include both production and sales in his business. He was willing to provide technology, employ a large number of people, and be responsible for his own profits and losses. Roland thought that this might also be an opportunity for himself. In the past few years, his domain had rapidly expanded, but many management problems had also emerged. Most of the industries and projects in Graycastle were directly operated by the Administrative Office. The officials had to spend lots of time managing people and funds, which made the government departments overstaffed and greatly affected the government¡¯s administrative efficiency. Since the officials¡¯ personal interests had nothing to do with the profit and loss situation of these ¡°state-owned enterprises¡±, they only worked according to the king¡¯s orders and tried their best to maintain these enterprises¡¯ stability. In the early stage of development, such enterprises, under the total control of the government, could quickly meet the kingdom¡¯s demands and complete some high-risk projects, but they weren¡¯t suitable for all economic endeavors. Given these realities, Roland had only focused on developing heavy industries. Neverwinter did not have enough workers and the Administrative Office did not have enough qualified officials to develop light industries. It was simple to give an order, but it was not always simple to carry it out. Even if it was just an expansion project, like building another steam engine assembly plant, he would still need lots of money and many trained workers. But now, he realized that he had another option. He could encourage private investment and let the businessmen organize things. He had no reason to turn Victor down, who came to him even before he adopted such policies. Although it was a ¡°foreign company¡±, whose profits would inevitably go back to the Kingdom of Dawn, he did not mind it very much since its production department would remain in Graycastle. After reaching a preliminary agreement, Roland accompanied Victor to the gate of the castle. ¡°By the time you¡¯re ready, I¡¯ll be able to provide you with the new cotton seeds. But I need to tell you something in advance. If some day someone else wants to imitate you and comes to the Administrative Office asking for the seeds, we¡¯ll sell the seeds to them at the same price. I want to see as many goods on the market as possible because I want to make prices more affordable for my people. I hope you understand that.¡± ¡°I understand, Your Majesty,¡± Victor replied, with a confident look in his eyes. ¡°Merchants from the Kingdom of Dawn never dread competition. My father always said that from the moment we were born, the competition has already begun.¡± When he was about to leave, Roland stopped him. ¡°Wait, I¡¯ve another question. My minister found that you paid taxes to Longsong Stronghold six years ago. Why did you do that? It was easy for you to not pay at that time, wasn¡¯t it?¡± Victor nodded. ¡°Yes, it was, but back then, the lord promised that he would provide conveniences and protection for merchants who paid taxes. He honored his commitment and protected us when we were traveling between Border Town and Longsong Stronghold. I¡¯m happy to pay some money for a stable environment. It¡¯s a good thing for a merchant, but unfortunately, most of my peers would rather spend large sums of money on their merchandise than pay for stability and security.¡± Seeing the merchant leave, Roland thought, ¡°What an interesting person and a serious businessman. He¡¯ll serve as a good example for the private entrepreneurs in Graycastle and lead the trend in the development of light industries.¡± He turned around, wanting to return to his office. Suddenly, Nightingale anxiously whispered in his ear. ¡°Your Majesty, Lightning is back, and she seems to have gotten into serious trouble¡ª¡± ¡°What happened?¡± asked Roland. ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ I¡¯ve just received a call from Sylvie. Maggie brought her back and took her directly to the hospital!¡± Roland¡¯s heart suddenly sank. ¡°She¡¯s hurt? Take me to the hospital now!¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Nightingale reached out her hand and pulled him into the Mist. ¡­ They quickly arrived at the hospital and saw the little girl lying in bed. He felt very relieved when he opened the door. Lightning was lying there with no bruises or blood stains. She was breathing peacefully and regularly. It seemed that she was already out of danger. Nevertheless, he quickly noticed something was off. Nana didn¡¯t look relaxed like she usually did after completing a treatment. Instead, she seemed confused, knitting her brows tightly and fixing her eyes on her own hands. Beside the bed, Maggie was taking care of Lightning and wiping sweat from her forehead. She appeared nervous and winced when she saw Roland, as if she had done something wrong. Lightning was in a cold sweat and groaning slightly, as if she was troubled by a nightmare. ¡°How¡¯s she?¡± Roland looked at Nana. ¡°Where¡¯s the wound?¡± Nana raised her head and slowly pointed to her own chest. ¡°Nightingale.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Nightingale stepped forward, carefully picked up Lightning and took off her windbreaker. After that, she started to unbutton her blouse. When she revealed her collarbones, she suddenly stopped. ¡°Your Majesty, this is¡ª¡± Roland came closer to the bed and saw a thumb-sized wound several centimeters below her neck. It was particularly eye-catching on her white skin, but it was only a scratch. Normally, for a witch, such a minor injury would quickly heal without treatment. And healing such a wound should have been a piece of cake for Nana. However, what Nana said astounded him. ¡°I can¡¯t heal her¡­¡± Nana murmured. ¡°No matter how I tried, the wound just wouldn¡¯t heal, as if my healing ability just stopped working all of a sudden.¡± Chapter 1042 - The Magic Curse Chapter 1042: The Magic Curse Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your healing ability¡­ stopped working?¡± Nightingale was startled and then turned to look at Maggie. ¡°Was Lightning injured by a Senior Demon?¡± ¡°Coo¡­¡± Maggie mumbled. ¡°What?¡± ¡°No¡­¡± She replied. This time they finally heard what she said. ¡°It was me. I pecked on her chest, coo¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± Roland exchanged a surprised look with Nightingale, and then they asked simultaneously. ¡°What happened at the time? You¡¯d better tell us the story from beginning to end.¡± After hearing the whole story, Roland knitted his eyebrows tightly. According to Maggie, Lightning had just been terrified by a mighty demon who looked like a human being. It had looked directly into her eyes from a distance to intimidate her when she had been trying her new ability. Roland could not help wondering how the demon managed to stare at a witch flying at the speed of sound. This sounded even more incredible than the news about the demons fighting the demonic beasts on the snowfield and the new discovery which suggested that skeleton monsters were also a kind of weapon. Maggie said that back then, she had just wanted to wake Lightning up by pecking at her. Otherwise, she would have kept flying forward until she bumped into the enemy. As for the reason why Lightning¡¯s wound remained unhealed, it probably had nothing to do with Maggie. She was not capable of causing such an injury, and even if she was, she would never hurt her best friend Lightning. Given that, they decided to give the little girl a thorough examination to identify the cause. Roland sighed secretly. Before her departure, he had told her repeatedly that safety was the most important thing and had warned her that she should never take advantage of her new capability to go deep into a dangerous place. However, it turned out that as a daughter of an explorer, she just could not control the urge for exploration. Roland knew that it was not a proper time to reproach Lightning. Now, he needed to find out where the problem was. He asked Nightingale to fetch Wendy, Lily, Agatha and also Nightfall who could plant the Seed of Symbiosis in Lighting in case that some accidental injuries would happen during the examining process. In the evening, when Lightning finally woke up from her coma, the witches finally finished the examination and told Roland the results. ¡°You mean she¡¯s all right?¡± Roland gave a hasty glance at Lightning¡¯s pale face when she was curling up in Wendy¡¯s arms. ¡°She doesn¡¯t look alright, does she?¡± ¡°She passed out of exhaustion caused by the prolonged flight. Nightfall can prove it. After she planted Seed of Symbiosis in Lightning, she didn¡¯t feel any discomfort. That means, her body is healthy and her coma only happened for some mental reason. She¡¯ll recover after resting a few more days.¡± ¡°What about the wound?¡± ¡°This is exactly what I wanted to tell you next,¡± Agatha said in a low voice. ¡°Her problem is in her magic power. When I checked her power with the Stone of Measuring, I felt a hint of feedback that didn¡¯t belong to her.¡± ¡°What¡­ do you mean?¡± Roland was puzzled. ¡°As you know, magic power is everywhere, but if you want to use it, you must make it your own first. We call this process cohering. After awakening, the magic power cohered inside our bodies will look like some objects, such as a cyclone. This is also true for demons. However, a demon¡¯s magic power looks completely different from a witch¡¯s. Seeing through the Stone of Measuring, a witch¡¯s power is clear like water while a demon¡¯s power looks muddy.¡± She paused for a moment before adding, ¡°The different feedback I received from Lightning¡¯s body looked exactly the same as a demon¡¯s power.¡± Roland was shocked, as this matter seemed to get quite tricky now. ¡°Do you mean that the demon somehow eroded Lightning¡¯s magic power without touching her?¡± ¡°How is this possible?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°I can easily distinguish different types of magic power in the misty world. If she was eroded, I¡¯d be able to see it.¡± ¡°It¡¯s too small compared to Lightning¡¯s magic power, and thus can be easily overlooked.¡± Agatha shook her head. ¡°I just told you the test results of the Stone of Measuring. As for whether it¡¯s an erosion, I can¡¯t be sure now.¡± Roland quickly understood the implication of Agatha¡¯s statement. ¡°You¡¯ve never seen this kind of ability before, have you?¡± ¡°No, many demons have similar capabilities and are able to affect their opponents with their eyes, such as Fearsome Demons. It¡¯s not a strange thing that a Senior Demon has this kind of ability. After all, unlike witches, whose ability types are determined during their awakening, demons can get new abilities by absorbing Magic Stones. However, I¡¯ve never heard about such an ability, which could stop the wound from healing up.¡± Agatha thought for a while. ¡°If the feedback came from a small amount of magic power that the demon attached to the wound, everything would make sense.¡± ¡°Indeed, that also explains why Nana¡¯s healing ability suddenly became ineffective. She can heal wounds, but that doesn¡¯t necessarily mean that she¡¯s able to dispel a demon¡¯s evil power,¡± Ronald thought and then asked, ¡°Do you know how to remove this power from Lightning?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± the Ice Witch replied plainly. ¡°Normally, a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation can eliminate effects of the magic power, but this Senior Demon¡¯s power isn¡¯t that simple.¡± ¡°Since it may work on the wound, how about we remove the wound and the flesh around it first and then heal the cut?¡± ¡°No, I suggest you don¡¯t do that. This small wound isn¡¯t deadly, but what if the demon¡¯s evil power can expand with the wound? In that case, the cut will still remain unhealed after the operation, and it¡¯ll be even more difficult for Lightning to recover,¡± Agatha vetoed the suggestion immediately. ¡°In the next few days, we¡¯d better let her stay in the Third Border City and observe her changes. Pasha knows more than us. Maybe she can think of some way to dispel the demon¡¯s power.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Roland nodded and slowly walked to the bed. Seeing him, Lightning dropped her head and sounded as if she was about to cry. ¡°Your Majesty, sorry¡­I¡¯m¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to apologize.¡± Roland touched her head. ¡°Have a good rest. I promise I¡¯ll find a way to cure you.¡± Lightning sobbed and trembled, trying her best to hold back her tears. After a long time, she finally managed to squeak out a yes. ¡°Good.¡± ¡­ Three days later, Taquila witches informed Roland of Lightning¡¯s recent situation. Right after receiving the message, he went to the Third Border City inside the North Slope Mountain together with Nightingale and Wendy. Pasha received them at the entrance of the main hall. ¡°How¡¯s Lightning?¡± ¡°She feels much better now. Elena has been taking care of her these days. By telling the little girl her interesting experiences in the Dream World, she made her almost forget about her encounter with the Senior Demon,¡± Pasha said with a smile. ¡°Today, Lightning even flew a few circles in the main hall with Maggie. The small wound on her chest doesn¡¯t affect her actions at all.¡± Hearing that, Roland breathed a sigh of relief. At present, he still kept Lightning¡¯s injury as a secret, which was only known to a small number of witches. He had not even told Thunder about it, lest it caused stress and anxiety for him. However, he could not hide her forever since her disappearance would inevitably cause everyone to worry and bring even more attention to this matter. ¡°Have you figured out what the Senior Demon did to her?¡± Wendy asked anxiously. Pasha waved her tentacles. ¡°Celine has re-read all the literature left by Taquila but still can¡¯t find a record that matches her experience. Given that, we reckon that it must be a new ability of the demons. We¡¯ve never seen this ability before but we¡¯ve found some similar abilities. In fact, based on its effect, we think it resembles a very rare ability.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°We call it the magic curse,¡± Pasha replied in a measured but firm tone. Chapter 1043 - A New Challenge Chapter 1043: A New Challenge Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°A curse?¡± Roland repeated the word in an ominous tone. ¡°Please come with me.¡± Pasha turned around and led everyone into an adjacent cave, where the Taquila witches stored books and scrolls. They had gouged many grooves in the walls of the cave, and it seemed that this library cave had even more volumes than the Secret Temple¡¯s library. ¡°Celine, His Majesty is here.¡± ¡°I¡¯m coming.¡± Celine¡¯s voice rang in everyone¡¯s head before she came out. The next moment, her main tentacle stuck out from the depths of the cave, knocking lots of books off before quickly shrinking back into the darkness. Before it retreated, it greeted Roland by giving him a nod. ¡°Ahem¡ª I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty. Every time she spots a new study object, she¡¯ll get totally absorbed in the research like this,¡± Pasha explained with a slight embarrassment. ¡°The demon seemed to use a curse on Lightning, but she wasn¡¯t inflicted with any serious injury. That¡¯s indeed a rare thing.¡± ¡°What¡¯s she going to do?¡± The moment Roland heard the phrase, ¡°study object¡±, he thought of mice used in experiments, who would suffer various unfair treatments in labs. ¡°Please rest assured. Observing and recording are the principal study methods we use in magic power research. With the help of the magic core, Celine can clearly capture the movement of Lightning¡¯s magic power,¡± said Pasha while picking up the books that fell on the ground. She opened a book and showed it to everyone. ¡°Look at this here¡­ and here.¡± Roland reckoned that this book was probably an ancient book passed down from the Taquila age, since most of its pages had already turned yellow with age. It was written in the witch¡¯s ancient language. Next to the two parts pointed out by Parsha, there was a note tucked inside the book, which explained the content of the ancient writings. Apparently, Celine had already translated these two parts for them. He took a closer look and found that it was about two battles. ¡°In a siege battle in the Land of Dawn, eight wounded witches were rescued by the reinforcements, but in the end, none of them recovered from their injuries. Their wounds just could not heal no matter what. All treatments were ineffective on them. As time went by, they became weaker from loss of blood and their wounds got infected. They suffered a lot before death, and two of them even chose to commit suicide,¡± Parsha said slowly. ¡°This battle happened so long ago that even the writer of the book did not know many details about it, except that this was an incredible incident. The phrase ¡®the demon¡¯s magic curse¡¯ first appeared in this story.¡± ¡°The other part where the magic curse is mentioned was in the records of a battle that happened not that long ago. A Senior Demon fought a fierce battle against the witches¡¯ army in Lakes City, which was situated on the edge of the Fertile Plains. It could attach its magic power to black stone spears. Once a witch was wounded by such a spear, she would become feeble and wither up. The Union called this cruel monster Dementor.¡± Pasha paused a moment before adding, ¡°It killed three Extraordinaries, and within all three Extraordinaries, the Quest Society found a strange magic power.¡± ¡°And the strange magic power came from the demon, right?¡± Roland blurted out. ¡°Yes,¡± Pasha nodded her main tentacle. ¡°We think these abilities are of the same type. The strange magic power can somehow remain inside the target and cause continuous damage, which can¡¯t be cured by any conventional medical treatment. And it¡¯s also hard to eliminate the strange magic power.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why you call it a curse,¡± said Wendy, sadly. ¡°It¡¯s terrible¡­¡± Nightingale understood Pasha¡¯s implication and asked, ¡°You said it¡¯s hard to eliminate it. Do you mean¡­ there¡¯s still a way to erase it?¡± Pasha turned to the next page and answered, ¡°Yes, if what we¡¯ve inferred from these records is correct.¡± Roland skimmed through the rest of the story. ¡°When Lakes City was at stake, a witch named Samantha stood out to fight Dementor. In this battle, she went through a high awakening and became a Transcendent. After she cleaved the demon in half, the curse on her somehow disappeared and she miraculously survived. Samantha tried her best to defend Lakes City, but one year later, the city still fell, since the Red Mist was already too close to the city. Fortunately, she gained enough time for the people to withdraw from the city. After that, Samantha forced a radical change in the Union and successfully built the Three Chiefs system. She herself was among the first batch of Three Chiefs.¡± Now, Roland understood what Pasha meant. If Lightning was really affected by the magic curse, the only way to save her was probably killing the demon who exerted this effect on her. It was not an easy thing. The previous battles in the snow mountain camp and in the Northbound Slope had already proven that Senior Demons were exceptionally difficult opponents. If they went head to head with the First Army, human beings would have a better chance of winning the battle. However, if they deliberately avoided head-on confrontations, it would be very difficult and risky to chase and fight them. And this was virtually impossible for the witches in the Taquila age. Senior Demons usually acted together with their armies. As military leaders, they were often surrounded by many demon soldiers. Back then, it had been extremely difficult for the Taquila witches to win a battle against the demons, let alone completely annihilating the enemy soldiers and getting close to the Senior Demons. Roland could not help thinking of the unknown witch and her last words in her letter to Natalia. She probably also died from this kind of magic curse. Since she had been able to write directly to one of the Three Chiefs, she must have been at the upper levels of the Union. But even she had not been able to do anything about the curse except accepting the final outcome of it. To save such a cursed witch, the Union would have to find and kill the Senior Demon who had inflicted the curse upon her from amongst the numerous demons. During this process, they had to sacrifice even more witches. Apparently, for the Union, saving a cursed witch was not worth the risks and sacrifices. Nightingale gradually clenched her hands into fists while weighing the gains against the losses. After a moment of contemplating, Roland said, ¡°Indeed, it¡¯s difficult to kill the demon, but I¡¯ll never give up any chance to cure Lightning.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Pasha remained speechless for a moment. ¡°If this is what you want.¡± ¡°Before we take action, I need to sort some things out. The Senior Demon Lightning encountered has the ability to lay a curse upon anyone without direct contact. If it curses a common person, what will happen to that person?¡± ¡°The outcome will be even worse.¡± Celine suddenly interrupted. ¡°The magic power gives witches better immunity and greater healing abilities, so we won¡¯t be affected by the demonic plague, which was bacterial infections mentioned in your book. As for common people, they¡¯ll quickly die from the infections since their wounds can¡¯t heal up.¡± ¡°Can God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation protect them from the curse?¡± ¡°Of course, they can. If Dementor hadn¡¯t been a match for an Extraordinary in strength, it would¡¯ve never caused such huge losses to the Union. However¡ª¡± Celine paused a moment before continuing, ¡°Based on Lightning¡¯s description, we cannot rule out the possibility that the demon she met is a Magic Slayer. If it is, wearing God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation won¡¯t be very helpful.¡± The more powerful a demon was, the more it would resemble a human being. This rule was verified by the Union in the previous two Battles of Divine Will. Roland took a deep breath. He had to agree with Celine on this point. According to Lightning¡¯s description, this Senior Demon might be stronger than all the enemies they have encountered in the past. Given that, to kill the Senior Demon, he would have to plan the expedition to Taquila very carefully. Chapter 1044 - An Unsteady Mind Chapter 1044: An Unsteady Mind Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Lightning and Maggie slowly descended from the sky and landed on the roof of the Witch Building. A cold wind was howling, but after they entered the building and closed the door, they could only hear a slight whistling noise caused by the wind blowing through the crack between the door and its frame. ¡°Whew, my hair is all wet.¡± The pigeon shook off the snowflakes and began to transform back into a little girl. Her plumage swelled and then changed into ankle-length white hair. Her hair looked and felt very soft, but it would never get messed up in the wind. Now, it wrapped around the little girl, making her look like a cotton ball. But since her hair was damp with the water from the snow, it looked bleak and was not as fluffy as usual. ¡°You¡¯d better go to take a shower first, otherwise, you¡¯ll get a cold.¡± Lightning took off her goggles and looked outside. The weather during the Months of Demons was extremely unpredictable. Not long ago, it had been just a light snow, but now, it had turned into a snowstorm. She had to suspend her recovery training in such a heavy snow. ¡°Aren¡¯t you coming with me?¡± asked Maggie, surprised ¡°His Majesty told me that I should try my best to keep the wound dry and avoid unboiled water. Do you remember?¡± Lightning shrugged. ¡°So I¡¯ll just wipe myself with warm water. Besides, this coat is waterproof.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Maggie smoothed away the hair from her face and grinned. ¡°After my shower, I can scrub your back. Ashes enjoyed it very much. And I don¡¯t even need a towel!¡± ¡°Uh¡­ how did you scrub her back without a towel?¡± ¡°Like this.¡± Maggie used her hands to grab some of her hair and made circular motions. ¡°No, thanks.¡± Lightning rolled her eyes. ¡°If you use a towel, I¡¯ll think about it. Go to take a shower now, Maggie.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± Maggie walked towards the castle with a basin balanced on her head. Lightning turned around and walked into her bedroom alone. She locked the door and leaned against it. She stretched out her right hand and found that she could not stop her fingers from trembling. She smiled mirthlessly. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see the demon charging towards her. Even after these last few days of training, this fear still followed her and it even seemed to take root in her heart. Lightning had never faced this kind of situation before. When she was in front of Roland and her Exploration Group, she pretended that she was not affected by the small wound. Even Nightingale did not perceive anything wrong with her when she was discussing her injury with others. However, she could not lie to herself. She knew how miserable her current situation was. As an ambitious explorer, she was afraid to let anyone see her being so weak. She was afraid that Maggie might notice something wrong with her, so she sent her to take a shower alone. In the next moment, she gradually slid to the ground and buried her head in her knees. Phyllis had told her that the Senior Demon might have just evoked a sense of fear in her by making eye contact with her like a Fearsome Demon would do to its opponent, but she did want to fool herself with such an excuse. It had happened long ago and a witch should be good at resisting this kind of emotional influence. Back then, Maggie had been there too, but she had not been affected by the Senior Demon at all. Lightning could accept the fact that she was terrified. After all, this was not the first time for her to fear something. People were naturally afraid of the unknown. No person was omniscient, so no one could avoid fear. What counted was how a person responded to the fear. Most of the time, such a feeling would never bother her too much. On the contrary, it would ignite her interest in challenging herself, since she wanted to prove that nothing in this world could really scare her. But this time, however, she felt empty in her heart. She was afraid to think about her encounter with the Senior Demon, not to mention overcoming the fear she felt. In today¡¯s recovery training, she kept flying on the east side of Neverwinter and never dared to fly over the city wall. It was not because of health reasons but because of her fear of the vast snow field. For her, the white land below looked like bottomless cliffs and the horizon looked like a cleft which would swallow everything. Every time she looked into the distance, she would feel her heart trembling. Before she got a chance to fight against the demon, she was already shocked by its strong evil spirit. It was like prey being terrified by a predator. This fear caused great harm to her and even affected her flying ability. Lightning held her knees tightly. I am such a coward! I¡¯m not qualified to lead the Exploration Group. She could not help wondering what her father would do to get rid of such a fear. She believed that Thunder, who had explored many dangerous waters, must have been able to tackle this problem. ¡°Father¡­¡± She whispered. ¡°What should I do now?¡± A weapon test was about to begin in the Misty Forest. The test location was Forest Station No.1, the starting point of the railway in the Barbarian Land In the next year, when the steam locomotive was put into use, Neverwinter would better utilize the forest¡¯s resources, such as food and lumber, and would be able to exploit the coal mines near the snow mountain. At that time, this vast, trackless forest would become a real treasure trove. But, for now, the railway only served one purpose. It was dedicated to the war effort. The First Army had already sealed off the station for the weapons test. Iron Axe also attended this event. He could not help thinking of the mind-blowing black powder trial blasting that occured four years ago. Back then, when he had been a humble hunter, he had been deeply shocked by the explosion and had taken it as the Fire of God¡¯s Punishment. That trial was a revelation to him and had completely changed his fate. Now, as the commander of the First Army, he actively participated in the weapons test. He had already known what His Majesty was going to test today before he even came here. Actually, it was more a creative combination than a brand new invention. It consisted of two parts: cannons and a train, both of which had been displayed before. Given that, he believed he would be able to witness the whole test process peacefully this time. He should remain calm the whole time. As a high-ranking military official, he needed to look comfortable and in command even in front of thunder and fire, just like His Majesty. However, Iron Axe was still stunned when the armored vehicle slowly pulled out of the garage. Its appearance could hardly evoke the image of the train he had seen previously since it was completly covered by black steel plates, except for certain parts of its wheels. If it was looked at from the front, it was square and angular, with a cold, commanding force. It looked fierce. Anyone who saw it would immediately reach this conclusion. In the past, Iron Axe had not quite understood why His Majesty often described a machine as an enchanting thing, but now, watching this armored train proceeding on the railway in the snow, he suddenly understood. White smoke kept billowing out from the funnel of the engine and then gently blew over the train, which had many orderly-arranged rivets on its surface. The giant steel ship was already impressive enough, but even it could not compete with this armored train. This was because it was more than just a vehicle. It was a deadly weapon at the same time! Chapter 1045 - A Black River on the Plain Chapter 1045: A Black River on the Plain Translator: TransN Editor: TransN When the armored train stopped in front of the crowd, Iron Axe finally got a chance to take a closer look at it. It had only five train cars, so it was much short than the first train he had seen during its debut. However, as it was armored with steel plates, it looked much bulkier than the first train. Its black opaque surface made it look like a crouching wild beast. The first and the fifth cars were identical. Both of these steam locomotives had a rotatable machine gun on the top and many small holes in the steel plates for soldiers to observe and shoot. Iron Axe began to imagine what would happen when demons charged toward this thing. When spears rain on the steel plates, making successive clangs, the train still remains intact and keeps moving at a steady pace. At the same time, a dozen of guns starts to fire through the holes on its side, riddling the enemies with bullets. Both demons and demonic beasts will find themselves in a passive position under heavy attack, but they have no countermeasures. This new weapon is like a moving city wall, protecting the soldiers inside all the time. What a marvelous invention! Meanwhile, the soldiers around the station also began to whisper excitedly. None of them expected that this new weapon was going to bring them even more surprises. The First Army had to drastically increase their firepower for the upcoming war since they planned to eliminate skeleton monsters and destroy the demons¡¯ outpost in the Taquila ruins. To achieve those goals, they needed large-caliber cannons. Such weapons were installed in the second and the fourth cars. They were 152mm Longsong Cannons, but according to the king, these two cannons were specially made. Their barrels were longer and their chambers were larger. Each cannon would take up the entire interior of a train car. Everyone could clearly see that neither the second nor the fourth cars had extra space even for a machine gun. Each cannon had a protective case around its barrel, which was even wider than the car and could protect the artillery units from aerial attacks. Iron Axe had to admit that this design guaranteed safety but at the same time, he worried that the protective cases might be too heavy for the train. He wondered whether the train could withstand the impact when the cannons were firing and rotating. ¡°Your Majesty.¡± A soldier jogged all the way to the king and saluted. ¡°Everything is ready. Please issue an order!¡± ¡°This armored train is not yet operational. Now, the Ministry of Industry is solely responsible for the operation and maintenance of this equipment.¡± Roland shook his head smilingly. ¡°Given that, you should report to the Minister of Industry. She¡¯s in charge of this weapon test today.¡± Iron Axe did not notice that the queen also attended the test until this moment. Different from the other witches, she dressed in work clothes. That was why he did not recognize her in the first place. ¡°Your, Your Highness¡­¡± The soldier saluted Anna and stuttered. ¡°Everything is rea-ready¡­¡± ¡°I know,¡± Anna replied calmly. ¡°Let them start the test.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± The soldier replied and then shouted toward the armored train. ¡°Start the test!¡± Everyone revealed an understanding smile to the solider. Right after he gave the instruction, a siren rang throughout the forest. ¡°Woo¡ªWoo¡ª¡± Iron Axe immediately returned his gaze to the train and heard some creaking noise made by a capstan. The next moment, he was amazed to find that the train somehow transformed. The steel plates on both sides of the second and the fourth cars suddenly expanded and stretched out like two sturdy iron legs. Iron Axe had thought they were just protective plates, but now he realized that they were some supporting devices. On the end of each iron leg, there was a flat iron plate. These flat plates were like feet of the train. When they stepped in the snow, the cars were held firmly in position. From a distance, it looked like a giant spider with long legs. Iron Axe was stunned. This¡­ looks just like the deformed creature created by the demons! Did His Majesty get inspired by the demons¡¯ creation and adopt their design? Different from the demons¡¯ deformed creatures, this metal thing did not look evil. When all its legs were put in place, the fierce cannon opened fire for the first time. Although the recoil was very strong, the black armored train remained motionless during the whole process, as if it had been fixed on the ground. ¡­ ¡°It works.¡± Roland took out his earplugs and nodded at Anna. Although this was the first test of the armored train, he was not surprised by the success at all, since each equipment on this train had been tested many times. Compared to the firearms and the train, he was delighted to see the iron legs more. They were the first batch of hydraulic equipment manufactured by Neverwinter. According to Pascal¡¯s principle, a pressure change occurring anywhere in a confined incompressible fluid will be transmitted undiminished to all points in the fluid. Given that, applying a little pressure on the smaller end of a sealed U-tube, which is filled with such fluid, will exert a much greater pressure against the entire area of the larger end of the tube. This principle can be applied widely, such as hydraulic jacks and hydraulic machinery. Producing such hydraulic equipment required precision manufacturing and sealing technologies, both of which were no longer a problem for Neverwinter. An electro-hydraulic support system was installed in this armored train. Apart from the two cannon cars and the two steam locomotives, there was a bigger train car in the middle. It carried ammunition and a Dawn I, which could power everything in this train, such as electric bulbs and hydraulic pumps. In Roland¡¯s design, the five above-mentioned cars would form a basically equipped armored train. The train had a locomotive at both of its ends. When one locomotive was pulling the train forward, another one could push the train from behind. Given that, a basic five-car train could travel at more than 40 kilometers an hour. When he did not need speed, he could connect more cars to the train to carry soldiers or to further enhance its firepower. Different train cars could be combined according to the demand, which was an inestimable advantage of this train. When everyone else was marveling at the armored train, Edith stepped out of the crowd and walked toward Roland smilingly. ¡°With this train, our plan to conquer Taquila will be successfully carried out,¡± She bowed to the king and said. ¡°Your Majesty, may I ask, does it have a name?¡± Roland thought for a moment and replied, ¡°Let¡¯s call it the Blackriver.¡± ¡°Black River?¡± Edith¡¯s eyes shone with excitement. ¡°It sounds like a counterpart of the demons¡¯ red lines.¡± Roland felt his lips curling into a smile. ¡°¡­You¡¯re so brilliant, the Pearl of the Northern Region. That¡¯s right.¡± The red lines, namely, the red mist supply lines, were demons¡¯ lifeblood. In areas which were not shrouded in the Red Mist, they had to build numerous red lines across the land to transport the Red Mist. In the past, the extension of red lines had been a severe problem for the Union, but now, a black line appeared on the Fertile Plains. Black armored trains were going to carry numerous soldiers and ammunition deep into the vast Barbarian Land. This black river of trains would become a lifeline for mankind. Chapter 1046 - A New Recruitment Notice Chapter 1046: A New Recruitment Notice Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Thump, thump, thump.¡± Uncle Bucky and Sanko, who lived next door, came to Good¡¯s mud hut at dawn and knocked on the door. ¡°Good, did you get up? We should go!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be ready in a moment!¡± Good gobbled down his porridge and wiped his mouth. ¡°I¡¯ve got to get going,¡± he said to a girl who was busy making the bed. She looked up and asked, ¡°Why don¡¯t you want me to go with you?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve told you many times. You¡¯re too young to have a job here,¡± Good said impatiently. ¡°Stop talking about how you worked back in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Do you still want to do those kinds of things? Stay at the house and I¡¯ll bring you something delicious for lunch.¡± The girl¡¯s eyes shone with excitement. ¡°Popcorn¡ª¡± ¡°It¡¯s too expensive. I think an egg pancake is tasty enough or are you saying you don¡¯t like the taste of a nice pan fried runny egg?¡± The girl felt her mouth watering. ¡°So just stay at the house, do you understand?¡± Before leaving the hut, Good asked the girl, ¡°What¡¯s your name now?¡± ¡°Rachel.¡± ¡°And what should you call me?¡± She replied after a little hesitance, ¡°Bro-Brother.¡± ¡°Very well, don¡¯t forget it.¡± Good wrapped a linen cloth around his neck and pushed the door open. A cold wind blew across his face. It was a freezing cold morning, but the temporary residential area was already full of vigor and vitality. Rows of mud huts stretched throughout the snowfield like rolling waves. Wisps of smoke continuously rose from the huts and people were busy with all kinds of preparations. Through the smoke, he could just make out the vague shape of the city on the other side of the river. When the temporary residential area began to hum, the city was still so quiet that it seemed as if it was sleeping. Uncle Bucky and Sanko, who stood a few dozen paces away from Good, yelled, ¡°What¡¯re you looking at? Come on!¡± ¡°I¡¯m coming!¡± He closed the door of his hut and ran towards them. A new stone road along the Redwater River had been opened to traffic recently. Now, people from the temporary residential area only needed 15 minutes to walk to downtown Neverwinter, which was about 2,000 meters away. This was different from taking a mountain path covered by snow as they did not need to take cautious steps walking on this road in the winter. But since Good and his neighbors wanted to get to the central square before the release of the new recruitment notice, they still set off early. Soon, they picked up many companions along the way. These people were also immigrants living in the temporary residential area. This area was so large that Good could never see the end of it. According to his neighbor, these mud huts for immigrants used to be built inside the city, but, after a while, the city had not been able to accommodate all the new comers and had decided to move all the mud huts to this area. Every year, the government would build new huts for the new immigrants, so no one knew exactly how many immigrants lived here at the moment. The only thing that Good knew for certain was that most of the people on this road were heading for the central square, wanting to find jobs. ¡°Have you thought about what kind of job you want?¡± asked Uncle Bucky. ¡°I want an easy, simple job, such as the snow sweeping and the de-icing job¡­¡± Sanko replied while rubbing his head. ¡°I prefer to make some quick cash to support myself this winter, so I like part-time jobs. If I get that kind of job, the money that I earn in a day can buy enough food for two days. Of course, I¡¯ll also consider some other jobs if there are suitable positions in the special recruitment program.¡± The special recruitment programs usually offered better pay and had specific prerequisites. Actually, the city was full of various kinds of prerequisites, all job recruitment notices were issued by the Administrative Office instead of some individual. Every week, the office would update the notice and it would include hundreds of positions. Good was really impressed by their efficiency. But compared to the other fascinating things in this city, these timely and detailed recruitment notices were nothing. There were three kinds of recruitment programs: the special recruitment program, part-time job recruitment and full-time job recruitment. A full-time job could provide higher pay and a more promising future, but an immigrant, who did not have an ID card or a diploma in primary education, was not eligible to apply for these kinds of jobs. Most newcomers could only choose to take part-time jobs to support themselves. Sanko was taking elementary education classes at night. If he passed the assessment, he would be able to become an official resident and get an ID card. Given his situation, he intended to find a part-time job. It did not pay well, but it would not take up too much of his time. . ¡°What about you?¡± Sanko looked at Good. ¡°I need a well-paid job.¡± Good shrugged. ¡°I don¡¯t mind hard work.¡± Good needed to support Rachel. They had come to the city during this winter. They already felt lucky enough to have a mud hut. For them, it was still too much to hope for a nice residence or eating one meat-based meal every week. The only thing that disappointed Good was that Rachel was only 14 and did not meet the minimum working age requirement of 16. But since they had exerted a great deal effort to get out of a difficult situation, he did not want her to lead a hard life anymore. ¡°Don¡¯t get too tired,¡± Uncle Bucky said. ¡°It¡¯s easy to get sick during the winter. Medical treatment is expensive.¡± ¡°Relax, I¡¯m in good health!¡± Good patted his chest. He was not bragging. If it had not been for his humble origins, he would have become a squire to a knight a long time ago. ¡°What are you going to do, Uncle?¡± ¡°I just came to accompany you guys.¡± ¡°What?¡± Sanko was startled. Good quickly thought of something. ¡°Did you already¡­¡± ¡°Aha, that¡¯s it.¡± Uncle Bucky laughed out. ¡°The foreman of the sixth engineering team has agreed to hire me. The contract will be delivered to me in two days.¡± ¡°That¡¯s really¡­ awesome!¡± Sanko exclaimed. ¡°It¡¯s a full-time job. Your salary will be doubled! And soon you¡¯ll have enough money to pay the down payment. After that, you¡¯ll become an official resident of Neverwinter and get your ID card!¡± ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s the only way for me to get an ID. I¡¯m too old to learn how to read and write.¡± Bucky waved his hand. ¡°And I¡¯ve been here for almost two years before I got this chance. I can only say that I¡¯m too stupid. In this city, you young guys will get many more opportunities than me.¡± Some people around them heard their conversation and came over to congratulate Uncle Bucky as he was going to become a subject of the king very soon. Good felt a little confused seeing this. In his opinion, obtaining an ID card was just a way to find a better job, but these people seemed to care more about the identity than the job. It sounded as if all of them thought it was a great honor to become a subject of His Majesty. They chatted all the way to the central square. A group of people had already gathered in the square, but most of them were residents of the city and they didn¡¯t usually compete with immigrants for jobs. A new recruitment notice was put up in the south side of the square. Every now and then, a child would come to them and ask, ¡°Do you need me to read the notice to you? Only ten bronze royals.¡± ¡°No, thanks. We can read,¡± Bucky replied with a smile. In fact, among the three men, only Sanko had learned how to read and write, but even he still had a hard time reading. ¡°Why are these guys peddling in this place? They can read, so they should be able to get real jobs,¡± Good mumbled. ¡°They can earn much more by doing that.¡± ¡°They must be students from the school that haven¡¯t reached the working age.¡± Sanko looked around and explained. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ve heard about it in my night class.¡± Sanko lowered his voice. ¡°To show the students the importance of knowledge, the teachers often encourage them to use what they¡¯ve learned to make money. By doing so, the teachers attract even more students to the school. I also want to try when I don¡¯t have to work in the daytime.¡± ¡°Ugh¡­ if this is okay, maybe I should let Rachel come here to make some money. She can read,¡± Good thought while glancing at the children. ¡°Hey, look there!¡± Uncle Bucky suddenly pointed to the southern tip of the square. ¡°There are a lot of people!¡± ¡°Is it a special recruitment program?¡± Good exchanged a knowing look with Sanko. ¡°Hurry up. Let¡¯s go there to have a look!¡± The three men immediately ran to the southern side of the square. There was a person with a tent behind him, who came to explain the program to everyone. Good felt thrilled after hearing the person describe the program. It was indeed a special recruitment program and it seemed to be unprecedentedly easy. It did not require a diploma or an ID. It only needed men in good health, who could pass a series of assessments. The names of the assessments sounded so strange that Good could not understand any of them, but he was confident that he could meet any physical fitness requirement. The most surprising fact about this program was that it was actually a military recruitment. Chapter 1047 - Tests Chapter 1047: Tests Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A noise came from the crowd. The army had always recruited soldiers from the official residents, and the qualification requirement had steadily become increasingly tighter. The last open recruitment to all the residents was carried out during the fight for the throne. Why did Roland suddenly do it again? Even the new immigrant Good had heard from his uncle about the favorable treatment given towards those in the army. If he could get enrolled into the First Army, he wouldn¡¯t have to worry about his livelihood anymore¡ªnot only were food and clothing supplied by the army, his family could also get the benefit of a sum of pension if he were to, unfortunately, pass away. And the food served to the soldiers consisted of not only oatmeal and pancakes, but other rare food like fillet, jerky, and butter would be served without limitation! Except for the disadvantage that one might lose their lives in the line of duty, it could actually count as a perfect job. No, it is a perfect job! If I could get so much, isn¡¯t it already worth more than the value of my life? During his exile from the Kingdom of Wolfheart to Graycastle, Good had witnessed far too much suffering and adversity: whole groups of people fell dead on the roadside just like animals; crows danced on the bodies happily, enjoying their rich meals¡­ Sometimes, a human life wasn¡¯t even worth as much as the grass growing by the roadside. Besides, even the Church of Hermes, which had once conquered the greater half of the Kingdom of Wolfheart, was defeated by the King of Graycastle. If he could join this powerful and mysterious army, it might be safer than being a squire under a knight. It was also not a bad choice to join the Second Army. Although the overall conditions might be a little poorer than that in the First Army, and he might be dispatched to another city, at least it was much safer, since he had not heard of the Second Army being involved in any major battles. In other words, if he could join an army, no matter which one it was, it would become the best path forward for an immigrant like him. Good and Sanko were both excited. They looked at Bucky and said, ¡°Uncle!¡± Bucky hesitated. He pondered over it for a while and said with a bitter smile, ¡°I think I¡¯d better not go¡­ In order to hire me, I guess the foreman must have had to go to a fair amount of extra effort. I shouldn¡¯t break my agreement with him.¡± ¡°Today is only for signing up our names. It doesn¡¯t mean we¡¯ll pass.¡± Sanko tried to persuade Baji, ¡°You can decide when the result comes out.¡± ¡°Perhaps then I won¡¯t have enough willpower to refuse.¡± Bucky shook his head. ¡°Go ahead. I¡¯ll wait for good news from you in the square.¡± Sanko wanted to say more, yet was held back by the shoulder by Good. ¡°Let¡¯s join in the queue.¡± Sanko looked back and finally nodded. ¡°Let¡¯s go to apply first.¡± A lot of the applicants could neither read nor write, which made the situation a bit chaotic. Those who finished signing up were taken to another location by the black-uniformed guards, to be separated from the crowd. After hearing the news, more and more city residents came to sign up. The swarming applicants almost flooded the corner of the square. The organizer finally had to close the passage to the registry and announce that the recruitment would continue the next day. Even then, it took a long time for the crowd to disperse. Many remained around the tent as they wanted to see how the test would be carried out. Good could not help but feel lucky for arriving early for the registration. On the other side of the registration desk, a few more candidates came into the tent under the guidance of the guards. Good noticed that even though the tent was almost 100 steps long and wide, which was big enough to take in almost all the applicants, not more than 10 applicants were allowed to step in at one time. It meant that the test might be much more complicated and difficult than he had imagined. Sure enough, not long after, shrill cries came out of the tent. Hearing that, the facial expression of the applicants waiting outside of the tent turned solemn. ¡°This¡­¡± Sanko shrank his neck and said, ¡°This isn¡¯t a test to see how many beatings we can endure, is it?¡± ¡°If they were being beaten, the cries should be repeated at regular intervals,¡± Good said in a low voice. ¡°Since these cries are random and sporadic, I guess they were only frightened.¡± ¡°Is, is it? You seem to be familiar with this¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s because I¡¯m experienced at both beating and being beaten.¡± Good sighed slightly. ¡°I¡¯ve only heard of it from others.¡± After a while, the sound of someone vomiting could be heard. The crowd¡¯s faces turned ghastly pale. ¡°What is this test about?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Good went into silence. ¡°It would be a miracle if I knew what it¡¯s about.¡± When the first batch of testees was finally brought out, Good was startled. ¡°Only one of the 10 is left inside, which means the failure rate is 90%? Besides, why do they all look so weak, as if they can¡¯t even stand still? Judging from their figures, they should be physically strong.¡± Yet there was no time left for him to wonder why it was like that. A guard called out his name, ¡°Good!¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Good clenched his fists and strode inside the tent. The space inside wasn¡¯t too big, and it seemed to have been divided into several areas using curtains. According to their sequence of walking in, the line of testees sat in order in front of a man in a military uniform. The stools they sat on were a little strange, as if they were designed to make people uncomfortable, because people had to stand on tiptoes in order to sit on it. To Good¡¯s relief, Sanko was in the same batch as him. ¡°I¡¯m in charge of this test,¡± the man in uniform said. ¡°You don¡¯t need to know my name because most of you will soon be weeded out. Even if you¡¯re lucky enough to pass this test, it¡¯s merely the first step. In order to join the army, you still have much more to learn.¡± ¡°Is this a recruitment for the Second Army¡­ or for a reserve which is newer than the Second Army?¡± Good thought to himself. ¡°Whatever it is, as long as the payment is enough to offer Rachel and me a better life, I¡¯m going to try it.¡± ¡°Here are the rules,¡± the guy in uniform said. ¡°All of you put your feet on the footboard and keep that posture for five minutes. No matter what you see, you¡¯re to stay on the stool. Of course, if your feet touch the ground, it also means you fail the test. Now prepare to start.¡± The testees looked at one another. ¡°So simple?¡± The officer sneered. Without replying, he pulled aside the curtains around them. Suddenly a streak of bizarre white light overwhelmed Good. When he came back to himself, he found that he was floating high in the middle of the sky. ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡ªah¡ª¡ª¡ª¡± Shrill cries sounded again, and at the same time some toneless thuds were heard. It aroused a burst of panic. Subconsciously, Good wanted to struggle with his limbs, in the vain attempt to escape from being smashed into pieces, but the slight touch of shivering under his butt immediately brought him back to reality. He was still sitting on the stool! But what followed was even more terrible. He did not keep floating for much longer. Soon the surrounding clouds began to rise, which meant he was falling¡ªthe sensation that the rapid fall brought to him was beyond description. Good felt his heart almost rise to his throat. His brain warned him of extreme danger, yet his reason told him that under his butt was an invisible stool! Under these two contradicting thoughts, Rachel¡¯s face appeared in his head eventually¡­ ¡­ The white light disappeared, and what appeared in his field of view was the tent again. ¡°Not bad.¡± The officer clapped his hands. ¡°You¡¯ve passed the first test, and your performance was much better than the previous batch. Anyway, there are still several tests awaiting you. I hope you can stick to the end.¡± Is this only¡­ the first test? Good swallowed his own saliva. He found that his hands were trembling heavily and his back was icy cold. It was like he just got out of a pool of water. Damn it! That fall was not the end. Afterward, through his view, he saw himself climbing a few more times, and he even skimmed over steep cliffs along mountain ridges. He felt that he might crash onto the rocks at any time! ¡°Simple?¡± Good remembered the sneer on the officer¡¯s face when he entered the tent¡­ ¡°No, God must have blessed me for me to still be sitting on the stool at that moment!¡± Good tilted his head and looked both sides¡ªhalf of the stools were empty and Sanko was nowhere to be found. Chapter 1048 - The Surprising Presiding Officer Chapter 1048: The Surprising Presiding Officer Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Has he fallen on the ground out of fear or was he hit off the stool by somebody else? Being disorientated, one could hit somebody off the stool in panic. After all, they were not very spread out. To sit still on the stool until the end required a little bit of luck too. Good did not know whether to celebrate or be disappointed¡ªof course, the fewer competitors, the better chance he could win, but he had to take the following tests without Sanko. Before he could think more about it, he was taken to an adjacent compartment. The space for the second test was not big either. Again, 10 chairs were put in the center of the room, yet their arrangement was different. They were arranged in a circle and were combined together with an iron ring. Under the iron ring, there was a support to enable the ring to rotate freely. ¡°Sit according to your arrangement.¡± The tester said coldly. ¡°The rules for the second test are the same as the first one. Sit steadily, stick to the end.¡± Nobody dared to call it ¡°simple¡± this time. Everybody climbed carefully onto the iron ring and sat on their chair in accordance with the arrangement. As the officer ordered to begin, the two guards came forward, grabbed the handles behind the chairs, and pushed to rotate the iron ring¡ªas Good had expected, the chairs began to rotate. At first, the testees did not respond much. With the acceleration of the rotation, they began to feel discomfort. Yet, the soldiers did not intend to stop. Under the order of the presiding officer, they exerted more effort at pushing the ring. Immediately, the tent was filled with the creaking sounds of the chairs. Good¡¯s vision became more and more blurry. The sky and earth are spinning round! That was the only sensation left in his head. Good has not fully recovered from the influence brought by the first phantom; the intense dizziness brought by the second phantom heavily turned his stomach, which almost drove the acid water to his tongue. What kind of test is this? Is the army recruiting monsters? Good clenched his teeth and tried to look at those soldiers as a diversion, but he found that the soldiers were looking up at the roof of the tent to avoid directly looking at the iron ring while their hands were only repeating the simple pushing move, not being affected by the rotation at all. This, this isn¡¯t fair! Good cried silently. The officer only told them to stick to the end, yet he did not tell them when the end was. ¡°What if the rotation lasts for an hour? I will probably pass out in this chair!¡± His attempt to focus his eyesight aggravated his dizziness. Not being able to hold the acid water in his stomach any longer, Good gushed it out! ¡°Ou¡ª¡ª¡ª!¡± The sour stench suddenly rushed into his nostrils. Like a chain reaction, his vomiting led to the others vomiting too. Immediately, the smell in the tent became extremely horrible. Some flying fluid and half-digested food even stuck on Good¡¯s face. ¡°I, I can¡¯t take it anymore!¡± ¡°Stop, stop it! Ou¡ªI¡¯m done!¡± Good finally understood why they had heard the vomiting sounds outside the tent. This is too harsh. More importantly, what¡¯s the point of this test? Is this really a recruitment for the army, other than a hoax to torture us on purpose? Every second was a torture. Good felt like giving up at any moment, yet he did not loosen up his grab on the back of the chair until the iron ring stopped rotating. Three testees were left. The officer showed a rare expression of praise. ¡°Well done. Now you¡¯re one step closer to being qualified. Rest for five minutes. From the second test on, the test difficulty will decrease. Just treat them seriously and you¡¯ll be fine.¡± However, at that moment, the testees stopped trusting the tester. They were prepared for any eventualities. Casually wiping their faces with sleeves, they solemnly walked into the next compartment. To his surprise, Good found the officer had not lied. The third test required the testees to go into a hollow ring and roll to the other end of the tent on all fours. Nobody was weeded out. The fourth test required them to browse a set of weird pictures filled with lumps of similar colors and point out the hidden animal patterns. Again, everybody passed. Yet the doubt in Good¡¯s heart grew stronger and stronger. The fifth test required a nude check-up. The sixth test required them to point out the directions of the arrows on a luminous glass. Although everybody performed differently, the result came out fine. While Good and another two testees were waiting for the following test, the officer took them out of the tent. Good found another smaller tent to the back door of the big tent. Black-uniformed guards closely surrounded that area. It seems that somebody important is inside. ¡°Sir, are we¡­?¡± someone could not help asking. The officer smiled. ¡°Forgot to congratulate you. The tests are over. You¡¯ve all passed the preliminary filter. Just wait here. You¡¯ll be received later.¡± ¡°Is this only the preliminary filter? About the treatment mention on the notice¡ª¡± Good suddenly stopped in the middle of his questioning. ¡°Damn it. The army would certainly not welcome those who came for the treatment, much like those knights who keep on mentioning honors. Since I asked about the treatment so hurriedly, the officer will most likely take me as a greedy person.¡± Despite that, the officer did not show any sign of dissatisfaction. Instead, he carefully looked at Good and asked, ¡°Are you in serious need of money?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing. After all, the high treatment of the First Army is well-known in Neverwinter. Actually, that was also my original intention of joining the army.¡± The officer shrugged and said,¡± The answer is yes. The education subsidies, living allowances, and payment mentioned on the notice will all be realized in full. The following tests are to decide how far you can go, other than offer excuses to cut your welfares. As I said, in order to become a real soldier, you still have much more to learn.¡± Good was instantly overwhelmed by a huge sense of happiness. ¡°Am, am I chosen, with a payment more than that of uncle Bucky, subsidies enough to support Rachel and me? All of that has become true?¡± Immediately, he felt what he suffered inside the tent was nothing. While thinking back, he even tasted a hint of sweetness. ¡°Thank, thank you Sir¡ª¡± Good hurriedly bowed with excitement. ¡°I¡¯ll do my best to join the First Army as soon as possible.¡± The other two testees were also very excited and bowed following Good¡¯s example. ¡°But there is one thing I want to tell you. Indeed, a lot of people join the army for the high treatment, yet what made them stay isn¡¯t the pay.¡± The officer smiled carelessly. ¡°In the army, there are things much more worth pursuing. One day, you¡¯ll find that what you pursued in the beginning wouldn¡¯t even be worth mentioning in comparison.¡± He paused slightly as if thinking of something worth remembering. ¡°Alright, there are still many waiting to be tested. See you another time.¡± It turns out that the other party is not an indifferent, silent and ruthless person. Good was a little startled. ¡°Sir, since we¡¯ve passed the tests, may we know your name now?¡± ¡°I¡¯m Van¡¯er.¡± Then the officer went back to the big tent. ¡­ Afterward, other qualified testees were gradually coming out of the big tent and joining Good in the queue. The recruitment had not come to an end until the late afternoon. After calculating, Good found that 16 ¡°preliminary soldiers¡± were filtered on the first day. The guards came over, sandwiched them in the middle and escorted them to the last tent. The furnishing inside was quite simple¡ªthere was nothing except for a long desk. Good found that the guards appeared very nervous and that the other testees beside him were breathing heavily. ¡°Oh? Are those the knight candidates they selected?¡± A tall man standing beside the desk looked at them up and down with a keen interest, as his eyes showed that he meant to survey the testees. Good was startled. What did he say? Knights? Could it be that what the First Army recruited are knights? How can this be possible? That¡¯s a title only the descendants of the nobles could have. With my status, I can¡¯t even be chosen as a squire! ¡°Air knights? I¡¯m sure it¡¯s a title my elder brother came up with.¡± A euphonic female voice sounded. ¡°They¡¯re far from getting there. Take it easy. Right, all of you go to the sides and leave the central space empty for them.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± the leading guard said hesitantly. ¡°It¡¯s alright. Someone behind me is protecting me.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness.¡± Your¡­Highness? Before he could figure out what was happening, Good saw the people in front of him moving away and a girl with astonishingly beautiful appearance showed. Her eyes were as bright as gemstones and her face was even more innocent than white snow. Anyone who laid their eyes on her would not forget her. If possible, Good wished he could just gaze at her from then on. Still, he forced himself to look away and bow down respectfully. Her beautiful long gray hair indicated her identity. Even as a new immigrant, Good knew what that hair color stood for. It was the symbol of the Graycastle royal family. In Neverwinter, there was only one girl who was of this descent. She was His Majesty Roland¡¯s sister, Tilly Wimbledon. ¡°Respects to Your Highness!¡± Everybody knelt down orderly. Chapter 1049 - The Princesss Reward Chapter 1049: The Princess¡¯s Reward Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Rise,¡± Tilly said placidly. ¡°I know that you must be puzzled at this moment. Why does the military recruit unofficial residents? Why are the screening conditions so weird? And¡­ why do I explain these to you? In fact, these issues are hard to explain, but you¡¯ll find them easy after you experience them in person. Therefore, I won¡¯t elaborate here. I¡¯ll simply mention a few points.¡± ¡°First of all, you¡¯re joining neither the First Army nor the Second Army. It¡¯s a new army that my brother intends to establish. It¡¯s different from any other army, so the screening will also be more special.¡± Her words caused a stir among the crowd. Undoubtedly, the new army offered a wider promotion route and it was less likely for them to be marginalized. For those who had no background at all, it was obviously the best choice to develop in a brand-new army. Even a fool could realize it. ¡°But you can only be counted as reserve members now,¡± the princess continued. ¡°It¡¯s so different that I don¡¯t have any reference. This means that everything must be started from scratch, and the difficulties will definitely be beyond imagination. Compared with it, what you encountered earlier is nothing. There are 16 people here, but, I¡¯m afraid that only one or two, or none of you can become the Aerial Knight.¡± Good could not help gasping at her words. What surprised him was not how difficult it was, but the first half of her words. It was indeed a knight! Although he did not know the difference between the ¡°Aerial Knight¡± and the traditional knight, it was inconceivable that ordinary people from poor families could get this opportunity. As for its difficulty? That is only natural! He felt his heart started to burn. He was even more shocked at what she said next¡ª ¡°In addition, in this city¡­ no, in the world, only my brother and I truly understand what the new army is, but the king is too busy to put too much energy in it. Therefore, I¡¯ll be responsible for teaching you in the future.¡± Her words struck Good like a thunder. Her Royal Highness would personally teach them? In other words, they would have the opportunity to become the knights conferred by the Graycastle Princess? Even if they would not be conferred with domain and noble title, it was still a great honor, especially for new migrants like him who had nothing. Others also could not calm down. If it was not for fear of being rude to the princess, they would have surely cheered long ago. The best evidence was the rapid breathing around him. ¡°All qualified trainees will be trained together in the Shallow Beach New District. You¡¯ll get new residences and official identities, and become a member of the new king¡¯s city from then on.¡± Tilly stretched out her hand and pressed down, ¡°Remember, though you¡¯re just trainees, you¡¯re also a member of the army. Your actions will be restricted. If you quit halfway, it¡¯ll be regarded as defection. Any violation of military orders will result in severe punishment. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Your Highness!¡± Although they were shocked by the princess¡¯ solemn warning and their answers were not loud, no one showed their regret. ¡°Very good. Finally, take an oath to the King of Graycastle.¡± Tilly turned to the tall man at the table, ¡°Vader.¡± The latter nodded his head while pressing his chest and then took out a sheet of white paper from his pocket, ¡°Now repeat every word I say.¡± The content of the oath was very easy to understand. Even too straightforward. For example, ¡°I will never be disloyal to King Roland and I have no hostility to the witches.¡± Who dares ! Thinking that Her Highness was also said to be a witch, Good unconsciously raised his voice to the maximum as if that could show his loyalty. After the oath was completed, the guards stepped forward and distributed packages to their hands. ¡°From this moment on, you are a member of the army.¡± Tilly smiled, ¡°The first round of recruitment is expected to last for a week or so, and then the training will officially begin. The things in the package are my personal reward and also what you must master.¡± ¡­ When Good returned to the Central Square, it was already dark, and most of the people who had come to the recruitment had long left. Uncle Bucky and Sanko also disappeared. This was not unexpected. No one had thought that the assessment would take such a long time. They had to take care of their family, so they could not stay on the square for a long time. At the moment, he couldn¡¯t care much. He held the package tightly in his arms and rushed toward the temporary residential area. He was filled with joy and felt that he was full of power. He did not feel any coldness even in the cold wind. The snow under his feet cracked and the road trodden by the passersby was like a dark-brown beacon. It might be covered by white snow tomorrow, but for now, it guided him back home. He walked into the low but warm mud hut and found that Rachel was cooking oatmeal. ¡°Sorry¡­ I came back late, today¡ª¡± ¡°I know,¡± the girl interrupted lively. ¡°Uncle Bucky next door had already told me. You found a good job, right?¡± Without waiting for him to answer, she extended her right hand to him. ¡°Where is the tasty food?¡± ¡°Er¡­ What?¡± ¡°Hey, you promised that you would bring me a chicken pancake!¡± Rachel curled her mouth in dissatisfaction. Hell, he actually forgot the whole thing. He quickly promised her, ¡°Next time, you can eat one pancake every week! No, two!¡± ¡°Two?¡± Rachel asked doubtfully, ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Of course, it¡¯s not an ordinary job. I have seen Her Highness!¡± Good took off his wet shoes, rolled up half of the trouser legs, sat down by the fire before he carefully took the package out from his pocket. ¡°Look. This is what she gave to me.¡± ¡°What¡¯s inside?¡± The girl¡¯s curiosity overwhelmed her dissatisfaction. ¡°I don¡¯t know, either. Let¡¯s open it, ¡± said Good, unfolding the package. He was a little shocked and said, ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°A book?¡± Rachel said. He took all the things out and found that it was a pile of books. Each cover was printed with different pictures and it looked very delicate. Unfortunately, he could not understand a single word. ¡°Can you¡­help me read it?¡± At this time, he could only ask for Rachel¡¯s help. The girl smiled proudly, ¡°I can¡¯t guarantee that I¡¯ll recognize all of them. Em, this is Reading and¡­ Writing Skills, and that one is Common ¡­ Quick ¡­ Vocab, and the third is¡­¡± Were these things what Sanko learned? The picture on the cover turned out to be a summary of the content. For example, a quill was printed on Reading and Writing Skills , and stereoscopic letters of all sizes on Quick Vocab ¡­ Somehow, Good was slightly disappointed. He had thought that it would be a reward from Her Highness to the qualified person. It did not have to be valuable. Even a scroll or a document would at least be a symbol of honor. If it were known by other people, they would definitely begin to laugh at him for daydreaming. How could Her Highness put the primary education textbooks which could be seen everywhere into his hands as a reward? However, Good soon recovered. That was right. Since he wanted to be a knight, naturally he could not be illiterate. He indeed had many things to learn. Just then, the cover of a book attracted Good. He had never seen the thing in the picture before, which was like a huge kite and a large bird flying high. It had two pairs of wings many times larger than a man, and the woman sitting on it was like the Princess. The sea sparkled under her feet and the continent, which was supposed to be vast, became a small slice. This perspective was exactly what he had seen in the first round of assessments! He could not help holding his breath. ¡°Rachel¡­ What¡¯s written in this book?¡± ¡°Oh, let me see,¡± Rachel approached and said, ¡°Flight¡­ and Operation¡­ Uh, that¡¯s right!¡± She clapped her hands and read it again, ¡°It¡¯s called Flight Principle and Operation Manual. ¡° Chapter 1050 - A Difficult Puzzle Chapter 1050: A Difficult Puzzle Translator: TransN Editor: TransN A week later, Tilly put the list of the names on Roland¡¯s office desk. ¡°How was the recruitment? Did it go well?¡± Roland poured a cup of tea for her and asked carefully. He has always felt a lingering sense of guilt when facing this nominal ¡°sister¡± of his. Except for Anna to whom he told the truth on his own initiative, Tilly was the first one to discover that he was not Prince Roland. When the flying demons attacked Neverwinter, Tilly¡¯s protective actions made him realize that she had completely accepted their alliance but the guilt in his heart has not relieved at all. After all, it was he who occupied the body of Prince Roland. At the very beginning, he had planned to occupy the identity of her brother without giving any explanation. However, when he found out that she did not blame him, he, instead, became uncomfortable. Of course, he just kept that in his mind, but would not repeatedly mention it. Most of those people who insisted on getting an answer would die for it, which he knew well. ¡°It went well, except for the number of the trainees.¡± Tilly took the teacup and blew lightly before drinking it, ¡°I selected 124 people from the migrants, and 73 from official citizens. Less than 200 people¡­ I¡¯m afraid such a small group of people may have little impact in our fight against the demons.¡± ¡°It¡¯s always difficult to start,¡± Roland read the list. ¡°After you set examples, you¡¯ll surely attract more people in the second round of recruitment. Then it won¡¯t be limited to Neverwinter.¡± Though different people had different visions, humankind¡¯s longing for the vast space was engraved in the bones. From the moment the civilization was born, people had begun to look up at the starry sky. Whether it was imitating the birds or making balloons, the exploration of the sky was not unique in the era of aircraft. The explorers from the Society of Wondrous Crafts were the best example. Therefore, Roland was not worried about the attraction of Air Force to people. The first thing to do was to cultivate a team that could fly. Anyhow, he knew that training of pilots was by no means an easy task. In an era when the flight control system was still immature, the most important quality of a pilot was¡­ talent. No fear of height, resistance to dizziness, and physical coordination were just basic requirements. The sense of spatial orientation, understanding of the plane, and even the reaction speed all determined whether a person was qualified to be a pilot. The obedience and reliability of the veterans of the First Army were extremely high. It was okay to select a few outstanding soldiers as core military officers, but it was impossible to transfer all of them into the Air Force. This was why he decided to select from the new migrants. Knowledge could be acquired by learning, but the talent was inherent. It would be better to find more qualified people than forcing those who were not. According to the report, nearly 3,000 people signed up within a week and nearly 200 of them were qualified. From this point of view, it was indeed a wise move to include temporary residents from the very beginning. Turning to the last page of the name list, Roland was surprised and asked, ¡°Six people failed to pass the oath part?¡± ¡°Their thoughts were different from the things they said, so they were taken by Vader to interrogate,¡± Nightingale answered. ¡°Two of them were official citizens of Neverwinter.¡± Roland frowned. In theory, this was not something worth a fuss. People¡¯s fickleness was ordinary, and it took an instant to change from good to evil. He had never expected those people would remain the same forever. Yet, when he really encountered it, he still felt a sense of disappointment. They could have followed him into a better new era. They had even seen the threshold of the new era. In spite of that, they gave up in front of the threshold. ¡°Did you find out the reason?¡± ¡°I have planned to report to you after doing a thorough investigation,¡±, said Nightingale carelessly. ¡°They were bought by a foreign tradesman, hoping to infiltrate into the army so as to get more information about the firearms. The police department acted but only caught the tradesman¡¯s assistants who stayed in the hotel. Then I asked Summer to create flashbacks and discovered a letter from the old king¡¯s city. From the content, the mastermind behind it seemed to be a nobleman. Anyway, we have known his whereabouts, appearance, and identity, and his portrait painted by Soraya was sent to Theo by the Animal Messenger. I think he won¡¯t be able to escape for a long time.¡± Hearing this, Roland could not help laughing, and the previous unpleasantness was driven away. In the face of such an unreasonable investigation model, the revolters were really miserable. ¡°Er¡­ what¡¯s the problem?¡± Nightingale blinked. ¡°No, you did a good job,¡± Roland pressed down his smile. ¡°Since they are reluctant to give up, the North Slope Mine area still needs more hands.¡± It seemed the former nobles did not completely give up. As long as they found any chance, they would try to recover the noble system. He was not surprised by it. After all, the feudal system had lasted for nearly 1,000 years and still existed in the other three kingdoms. It was impossible to make it disappear overnight. ¡°Well,¡± Tilly cleared her throat, changing the subject back to business. ¡°The problem of trainees is solved. Where is the plane?¡± ¡°Well¡­ By the way, Evelyn has recently made a type of Chaos Drinks with excellent taste. Do you want to have a try?¡± ¡°Oh? Great¡ªno!¡± Tilly soon recovered, ¡°We¡¯re talking about the plane. You haven¡¯t even made a prototype plane, have you?¡± Bingo! ¡°Anyway, they have to start from learning to read and mastering basic theory. If it¡¯s just for demonstration, then a glider¡­¡± ¡°No,¡± Tilly interrupted seriously, ¡°Even if we used a glider, a modified version would be totally different from the original one in practice, not to mention a new plane. If I did not operate it in person, how could I instruct others? It¡¯s indeed early for the trainees to drive the plane, but I have to spend at least a month in advance so as to thoroughly understand its performance and make an adjustment to the Flight Manual . Not to mention the following modification. Since you asked me to take charge of it, I¡¯m naturally responsible for urging you to do what you should do.¡± It was the first time for Roland to see the serious aspect of Princess Tilly. Apparently, she was indeed fond of this ¡°big toy¡± which could fly and match her ability. The only problem was that Roland underestimated the difficulty of making a complete plane. He intended to make a biplane which only had a set of power and fuel equipment more than a glider, but its complexity had already multiplied, even if he could look up the various materials in the Dream World. If he had to design it alone, he probably would not finalize the prototype plane in a few years. ¡°I know,¡± he shook his head helplessly. ¡°In two weeks, I¡¯ll give you a finished prototype that can fly.¡± ¡°Then that¡¯s a deal,¡± Tilly smiled slightly. ¡°By the way, where is the new type of Chaos Drinks with great taste? Please let me have a try.¡± ¡­ ¡°Strange¡­¡± After Princess Tilly left with a full bottle of Chaos Drink, Nightingale muttered in a low voice. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Roland asked. ¡°She addressed you as brother several times in public before, but when she sees you in private, she rarely does¡­ Isn¡¯t it strange?¡± ¡°Is it?¡± He was surprised, ¡°But¡­ why?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know either.¡± They stared at each other and stroked their chins, pondering over this difficult puzzle. Chapter 1051 - Azimas Discovery Chapter 1051: Azima¡¯s Discovery Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Cage Mountain area, northeastern border of the Kingdom of Dawn. The path became rougher as they climbed. Tangled vines and giant trees were seen everywhere. The thick trees formed such a dense canopy that they could only catch a glimpse of the grey sky between the leaves. The only thing that comforted Azima was that at least they did not have to walk through the knee-deep snow. With less influence of Months of Demons, the mountain was not covered by heavy snow like the Impassable Mountain Range; otherwise, they would have to wait until the beginning of spring and summer. This did not mean that walking through the mountains was an easy task. When they stood at the foot of the mountain, Cage Mountain was just a smooth slope, not steep at all. After they actually entered, they realized that there was no path inside and that it was not suitable for troops to march. On the first day, three people were injured before they climbed for less than two kilometers. In desperation, Sean, the king¡¯s guard, had to order the troop to be stationed in the small town at the foot of the mountain and selected several elites to go with Azima. Knaff, a local guide; Rother, a God¡¯s Punishment Witch; Marl, a contact from the Tokat family, Sean, and Azima, formed this weird exploration team. ¡ªOf course, it was weird! The God¡¯s Punishment Witch was said to be sent by His Majesty to look after her. After all, she had to work with men all day, and there would be some inconvenience. Nevertheless, Azima was sure that as long as she tried to run away, the witch would definitely break her legs without hesitation. Although Marl Tokat was a contact sent by the King of Dawn, what could he do in the mountain? He did not stay in the town but insisted on climbing the mountain together. Obviously, he had other purposes. He was on behalf of the Tokat family, and indeed helped others a lot; otherwise, he would have been thrown away with a sack by Sean long ago. Not to mention the exploration team, this ¡°not hostile¡± team could be even said to be armed to the teeth. Even their shovels could be used as weapons. When they were followed by knights of some lords, they behaved as if they were prepared to destroy the opponents at any time. They had nothing in common with ordinary miners at the bottom of society. Nobody in the team knew exactly what they were looking for, including Azima. It was not gold or silver, or copper and iron. The only guide was nothing but a small piece of coin in her hands. ¡°Wait¡­ wait,¡± said the guide, who was walking in front of the team, raising his hand to indicate them to stop. ¡°Be careful, there are traps!¡± Azima immediately heard clicks behind her. She knew they were the sound of firearms loading. For the past month, Sean frequently talked to her about the legendary records of the king, and she had a basic understanding of the combat capabilities of this troop. In fact, she came to understand that she preferred staying with these common people like Rother, who was once a witch. Rother was much calmer. Without even pulling out her sword, she walked steadily to the guide and asked, ¡°Oh, is this¡­ a spear tripwire?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± said Knaff, pointing to the top of a trunk. ¡°Look, the spear is hidden there. Once we accidentally touch the trigger, that stuff will shoot holes all over us!¡± Azima looked in the direction of his finger and saw several sharpened wooden sticks between the branches and leaves, which were coldly overlooking them. If the sticks fell on them, their heads and necks would inevitably be severely hurt. This was definitely not a hunter¡¯s trap for animals, but more like for human beings. ¡°Where¡¯s the trigger?¡± Sean asked in a low voice. ¡°You can¡¯t find them,¡± Knaff shook his head. ¡°Every vine under our feet and every branch may be part of the tripwire. Unless we burn it with a torch, it¡¯s hard to completely destroy it.¡± ¡°What should we do?¡± Marl muttered. ¡°We have to make a detour, my lord.¡± ¡°No, step back, all of you.¡± Rother said suddenly, ¡°Let me have a try.¡± ¡°What¡­ did you say?¡± Knaff looked at the God¡¯s Punishment Witch in surprise. ¡°Hey, it¡¯s not a joke¡ª¡± Before he finished, she had already strolled into the danger zone. With the dense weeds, they could not see what was under their foot unless they cut them. After Rother walked for a few steps, Azima heard a slamming sound as if something had been snapped. Then there was a squeaking friction on the top of the tree, just like a viper flicking out its forked tongue. The tripwire which was hidden somewhere was straightened and ejected the sticks from the top of a tree! At the same time, Rother pulled out her sword! ¡°No¡­¡± The guide immediately closed his eyes as he could not bear to watch the woman dying in front of him. Still, Azima witnessed everything that followed¡ª The God¡¯s Punishment Witch held the sword with both hands and bounced the sticks shooting toward hers as if she was swatting flies. Under the giant force, most of the sticks were broken and shattered. She did it easily as if it did not take much effort! When she stopped, the grassland around her became a mess. ¡°The trap is removed,¡± Rother withdrew the sword and shrugged. ¡°Let¡¯s go ahead.¡± After realizing what happened, Knaff fell to the ground in astonishment. ¡­ ¡°Aha¡­ I knew my lords are superb and have extraordinary skills. No wonder you¡¯re great men from the king¡¯s city!¡± The guide finally recovered from the scare and immediately spoke with another tone, ¡°Especially this warrior, your art of fencing is legendary!¡± ¡°Save your breath.¡± Rother interrupted, ¡°You¡¯d better explain why there are such traps in the mountains. The wooden spears aren¡¯t meant for the beasts, are they?¡± This was also what Azima wanted to ask. ¡°It¡¯s indeed used to deal with people,¡±Knaff replied honestly. ¡°The higher you go into the mountains, the more traps you¡¯ll encounter, so Cage Mountain is also called Trap Mountain. These things were set by the past lords. The only purpose is to guard against the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± ¡°Wolfheart?¡± Sean echoed. ¡°Yes, this mountain range extends almost from the seashore to the old Holy City and is regarded as the natural dividing line between the two countries. Since the Kingdom of Dawn is lower in terrain, the mountain is like a cage which surrounds the country. That¡¯s why it¡¯s called Cage Mountain.¡± Knaff explained, ¡°But the problem lies in the shape of the mountain. You should have noticed when you were at the foot of the mountain. The south side of Cage Mountain is like a smooth slope. High as it is, it¡¯s very easy to go down. Therefore, the robbers, hunters, and refugees from neighboring countries often invaded the border domain of Dawn through Cage Mountain. At first, they only plundered resources in the mountain, but later ran into the villages to steal and rob, and caused a panic among the local subjects. The lord was also annoyed, so he figured out a solution once and for all and that was, to give up Cage Mountain.¡± ¡°Oh, I see¡­¡± Marl Tokat said as he seemed to suddenly understand, ¡°I never knew such things happened on the border.¡± ¡°The lord naturally did not want it to be known by the king,¡± Knaff said. ¡°What¡¯s more, unlike those poor people over the mountain who could not live without the mountain, we could earn a living in other ways. After the mountain pass was sealed, the lord sent people to plant fast-growing weeds and vines, and also set up lots of traps. This practice was handed down from generation to generation. Then Cage Mountain became what it looks like today.¡± ¡°So you turn it into a real cage. Although you block the opponents, you also confine yourself,¡± Azima thought. ¡°If it were Roland Wimbledon, he would not choose to do so. That man always looks into the distance. Even when explaining the task to me, his focus did not always fall on me.¡± No, why should I think of him at this time? Azima shook her head. His Majesty is merely my employer. What I should do is to quickly complete the task and get back to Doris and other sisters. ¡­ As the guide said, they encountered several traps afterward, which basically did not have any effect in front of the God¡¯s Punishment Witch. As the night fell, Azima suddenly saw the green light on the coin brighten! A dazzling light source also appeared behind a dense forest. Between them were countless light spots traveling back and forth to form a bright bridge of light. This was the reaction of the source material! She finally managed to find another source! When the exploration team went through the forest following Azima¡¯s instruction, they were shocked by what they saw. It was an abandoned building halfway up the mountainside. The dilapidated stone gate led to the mysterious depth. The pillars on both sides were marked with weird signs. They were obviously not naturally created. Azima¡¯s eyes widened in surprise. Did His Majesty not tell her to look for a strange ore? Why did the source appear in a relic that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time? Chapter 1052 - Protective Measures Chapter 1052: Protective Measures Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Ha, interesting¡­¡± Rother said under her breath. ¡°What?¡± Sean looked at her. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let you know, common people.¡± Rother grinned. ¡°The ruins of the underground civilization can be seen in many places of the mainland, and Taquila certainly spent a lot of time studying them,¡± she said, walking up to the mottled column, and then swept the dust off it. ¡°These symbols are not their characters and they have nothing to do with the magic characters the Union once made, either. Keeping in mind the history of the four kingdoms, isn¡¯t that interesting?¡± Azima was still confused. Although she understood every word Rother had said, she could not comprehend what the words exactly meant when she put them together. However, she felt relieved as she saw the same confusion on both Marl¡¯s and Knaff¡¯s faces. Sean revealed a thoughtful look. ¡°His Majesty once said that in the past, the four kingdoms were only a collection of scattered villages and small towns, located in a small corner of the mainland, and had no real history. If this ruin wasn¡¯t left by the civilizations during the Battle of Divine Will, then it means¡­¡± Sean paused suddenly. ¡°There were people who used to live here and were unknown to us?¡± ¡°We¡¯re not sure about that,¡± Rother said with great spirit. ¡°No one knows whether the underground civilization could breed any new tribes and create new tongues. We have to enter the ruin to find more information.¡± ¡°Lord Sean, there seems to be a stone tablet here,¡± the soldier, who was examining the stone gate, suddenly shouted. ¡°The words on it are written in our characters.¡± Everyone immediately approached the tablet. A block of granite rested in the weeds. The moss had grown all over it and only one side of the tablet had been sanded by men so that it was easy to be ignored. It took the soldiers a long time to clear it up before the engraved words could be easily made out. ¡°This is a place cursed by Gods. You¡¯ll die if you enter.¡± Knaff gasped as he saw the warning on the tablet. ¡°Is this the rumored¡­ Temple of the Cursed?¡± He stepped back and stammered. Sean and the God¡¯s Punishment Witch glanced at each other. ¡°You know what it is?¡± ¡°I just heard it from other people. It happened more than a century ago¡­¡± Knaff stared at the black hole and swallowed. ¡°The lord of this area had ordered his men to set up a lot of traps in the Cage Mountain to prevent the Wolfheart people from crossing the mountain. It was said that a team led by a knight came across a heavy rain when they were performing a mission. The rain in the mountain was variable and transient. The knight commanded his men to find shelters and they discovered a strange temple by accident.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Rother said, raising her eyebrow. ¡°Did they find any treatures in the temple? And the greedy people who stole the treasures were cursed by deities and died a terrible death in the end.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve heard that too?¡± Knaff was surprised. Rother laughed out. ¡°The nature of common people seems to have stagnated. They¡¯ve played this kind of trick centuries ago and it still worked. I bet it was the lord who started the rumor. He must have wanted the treasures for himself. The poor villagers were just used to prove the existence of the curse and were slaughtered secretly.¡± ¡°But¡­ they didn¡¯t die right away.¡± ¡°What¡­?¡± Rother frowned. The guide cringed and said warily, ¡°They died one by one ten years after the incident, even the knight. It was said they all died painfully. The skin on their faces was peeled off, leaving the rotten flesh exposed. They looked hideous and horrifying. That¡¯s what the curse stems from. The lord had to forbid everyone to enter that place to stop the spread of misfortune in his land, so no one knows its actual location.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Rother walked over to Knaff and put her arm on the guide¡¯s shoulder. Knaff paled as he looked at the arm that was thicker than his thigh. ¡°I heard all of them in the tavern. I swear I tell no lies. My lord, you can ask someone else if you don¡¯t believe me. If there¡¯s anything wrong, then the rumors must be wrong.¡± In Azima¡¯s opinion, if the people died so long after the incident, it was unlikely they were killed by the lord. Moreover, it would make sense if the knight and the lord plotted together to murder the villagers, but it was unreasonable to see the knight killed as well. The nobles could not be executed without trial, no matter how insignificant their families were. Could it really be¡­ the deities¡¯ curse? ¡°Ugh, why don¡¯t we¡­ return to the town first and then decide what we¡¯re going to do after we collect more information?¡± the liaison Marl Tokat suggested. ¡°Decide what we¡¯re going to do next?¡± Knaff looked at Sean in disbelief. ¡°Was the Temple of the Cursed your aim from the very beginning?¡± ¡°No, they happen to overlap.¡± Rother let go of Knaff. ¡°What about you? Since you¡¯re King Roland¡¯s trusted guard, I believe you won¡¯t chicken out, will you?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Sean replied calmly. ¡°Our priority is to finish the task given by His Majesty. Now the target is just before us. Certainly, we won¡¯t retreat.¡± ¡°Good. Let¡¯s enter and meet the so-called ¡®deities¡¯,¡± Rother said with a hideous smile. ¡°But we can¡¯t enter with no precaution.¡± Sean shook his head. ¡°In fact, His Majesty warned us to be careful of the danger we would possibly encounter in the source.¡± ¡°Did he¡­ even foresee this?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Sean looked over his shoulder at Azima and said, ¡°That night, after you left, His Majesty told me something in private. He said there might be two possibilities we would run into. One is that the source is exposed on the surface, and in that case, we don¡¯t have to do anything but seal the place and return to Neverwinter where we can directly report it to him. The other is that the source is located in an underground cave. The deeper the cave is, the more dangerous it will be. So we need to take protective measures beforehand. It may be inappropriate to call this place a cave, but the temple is in line with all its characteristics.¡± With that said, he snapped his fingers at the soldier. ¡°Bring up the thing.¡± Two soldiers unloaded their packages and pulled out five white coats. Rother squatted down and spread the clothes out curiously. ¡°These¡¯re just plain leather coats.¡± ¡°They won¡¯t be if used with the masks.¡± Sean picked up one and slipped himself into it. Azima could only use the word ¡°slip¡± to describe Sean¡¯s movement, for the coat was one-piece designed without even a button and was more like a sack that was cut in human shape than a garment. Now Sean only had his face exposed and all of his limbs were hidden in the coat, which made him look very weird. Subsequently, he put on a transparent mask to protect his face. A fist-sized can was fixed on the mask, shaped like a pig¡¯s nose. ¡°Five in and the rest stays,¡± Sean said through the mask. ¡°In addition to Miss Azima and Lady Rother, who else wants to come?¡± Chapter 1053 - The Source of Light Chapter 1053: The Source of Light Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The guide and the liaison turned down the offer immediately, especially the guide, who had already unknowingly moved away from the entrance and would have run away if there were no soldiers keeping an eye on him. Rother did not put on the weird coat. ¡°I don¡¯t need it. Keep it as a backup.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Sean frowned. ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors have a much stronger resistance and self-healing ability than common people and are immune to general plagues and poisons. I don¡¯t think a disease that allowed common people to survive ten more years is a threat to our bodies. This is the most common thing we could find in ruins.¡± She shrugged. ¡°The one-piece coat, on the contrary, would slow me down and dull my keenness, especially in an uncertain place such as this. Moreover, if we encounter a situation that is too difficult to escape, the soldiers outside would have a spare coat to rescue us, though such a thing can scarcely happen.¡± This was a convincing argument. The God¡¯s Punishment Witch could only perceive the outside world by her sight and hearing, so they heavily relied on them. After having been through centuries of training, they could even estimate the humidity and flexibility of the soil by the sound of their footsteps. Azima had already seen this skill during the journey. For this reason, the protective coat had a larger influence on the God¡¯s Punishment Witch than ordinary people, who would just take it as a coat that could cover their eyes and ears. ¡°But what if¡­ the temple was really cursed by the Gods?¡± Azima was worried. Rother let loose the same hideous laugh as she did before. ¡°Let¡¯s put aside the doubt whether a leather coat can resist the Gods¡¯ curse. I have no fear in facing them even if there really are Gods inside. I¡¯d like to see how the curse by the Gods could be any worse than the millions of people who perished on the Fertile Plains. ¡°I see.¡± Sean nodded after a moment of silence. ¡°Let¡¯s move now.¡± Azima took a deep breath and followed the guard entering the stone gate. Unexpectedly, it was not damp inside the ruin. The sand that had been brought through the entrance had almost blocked the passage so they had to bend over to move forward. However, as they went deeper, the downward passage became less congested and less steep. With the light of the torch, they could see the wall on both sides of the passage had been severely damaged and the tree roots and vines had dug out of the paved bricks and crawled all over. Rother, who was leading the way, used an ax to open the way. The downward incline would have taken them half a day to pass through if they did not have the God¡¯s Punishment Witch to clear the way for them. ¡°This place has indeed been deserted for a long time, but what Knaff said isn¡¯t entirely true. It wasn¡¯t sealed off because of the curse,¡± Sean said suddenly. ¡°There must have been people coming and going at least for a period of time.¡± ¡°What did you find out?¡± Rother put on a curious look. ¡°There are torch slots on the wall,¡± he said, pointing toward the wall. ¡°The chiseled lines are much clearer than that of the walls, indicating that they must have formed at very different times. If this is just a place that they used to take shelter from the rain, they didn¡¯t need to set up torches at intervals of about ten paces.¡± There was no doubt that torch slots were only made when people had to walk in and out of this place frequently for a long time. ¡°Ha, how could the lord not be interested in the treasures inside of this ruin?¡± Rother sneered. ¡°It¡¯s not the guide who lies but the rumor itself has been polished.¡± ¡°I¡¯m concerned whether the treasures are the thing we are searching for¡­¡± Sean said soberly. ¡°If there are many sources, how many have been carried away in the past century and where? His Majesty said that the thing is crucial to the creation of the Glory of the Sun, and we must, by no means, let it fall into the hands of other people.¡± ¡°These problems can¡¯t be solved until Miss Azima leads us to the first source.¡± Rother¡¯s body suddenly tensed. ¡°I think we¡¯re close.¡± Finally, there was no more soil covering the stairs and the stone steps were exposed. They moved much more quickly after that. 30 minutes later, they stopped in front of a sea of darkness. The light shining from their torches could not illumine the way ahead any longer. It was as if the torchlight was being absorbed by the darkness. It looked as though a dark wall was standing there, separating the two worlds. ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡± Azima blurted out in amazement. ¡°A big hole.¡± Rother lifted the torch, entered the darkness, and totally disappeared. Sean followed her. ¡°Mind your step.¡± The soldiers guarding the rear warned. ¡°I will,¡± Azima took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness. Prior to her promise to accept King Roland¡¯s task, she had always thought that she was a brave girl. However, she now found herself far behind Sean and Rother in terms of bravery. Perhaps, this was the reason why she could not make the final decision of leaving the Sleeping Island. ¡°To be frank, you¡¯re a coward.¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice once again echoed in her ears. But this time, it was no longer sarcasm, but a different kind of meaning altogether. The darkness enveloped her. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adapt to the dense darkness. She could make out Sean¡¯s and Rother¡¯s torches. Their lights seemed to have shrunk by a lot and looked small and dim. ¡°Are we at the bottom of the ruin?¡± Rother said as she looked around, her voice echoing from the unseen ceiling. ¡°It¡¯s smaller than I thought. No more than 200 paces in any direction.¡± ¡°You can see the edges of the room?¡± Sean asked. ¡°It¡¯s not that impressive. You don¡¯t have many choices when living under the ground for hundreds of years. You either adapt or remain blind.¡± It wasn¡¯t until now did Azima realize why Rother said it was ¡°a big hole¡±. As she entered, the space suddenly extended by a lot so that the firelight could not reflect on the walls and looked much dimmer. The hole was not at the same level with the passage they had just passed through, so those entering first looked as if they had suddenly disappeared. ¡°How far do we have to go?¡± Rother looked back over her shoulder at Azima. She hurriedly took out the coin. Suddenly the green light filled her vision. There were countless bright green spots floating in the air, from the ceiling to her feet, outlining the whole place. It was as though she was in a fictional world, and the endless darkness now had clear boundaries. Under the luminous spots, she could even see the shape of every tile on the floor. The wall around them was engraved with psychedelic paintings that were beyond description. What the paintings showed were all mad and chaotic. No human beings could create anything like that. There were rows of iron cages under the paintings in which numerous bones were piled up. She did not know how many people had been imprisoned here and died. About a hundred paces away from them, the ground sank down and formed a large pit from which a splendid beam of light rose. The beam matched the light of the coin, but the beam was much brighter. It was her first time seeing such a sight! ¡°Azima?¡± asked Sean. Upon not hearing an answer, he turned around and asked, ¡°Are you alright?¡± Azima felt the dryness in her throat. She licked her lips and said slowly, ¡°I think¡­ we¡¯ve arrived.¡± ¡°Ah? Do you mean we¡¯ve found the source?¡± Rother spread out her hands and asked, ¡°Where is it then?¡± ¡°We are¡­ inside it now.¡± The witch answered in low murmurs. Chapter 1054 - Sacrificial Ground Chapter 1054: Sacrificial Ground Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Your Majesty, there¡¯s an urgent report from the Kingdom of Dawn!¡± The guard entered the office and placed a thick sheepskin bag on Roland¡¯s mahogany table. ¡°The messenger said that this was sent by Sean.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland suddenly became energetic. He put down his biplane design and stood up. ¡°Let¡¯s open it and see.¡± It had been almost two months since the exploration team left Neverwinter. The most recent news from them was when they crossed Graycastle¡¯s border. When he learned that the source was not in Graycastle, Roland had been little worried. After all, the mining and transportation of ore was a long-term process. The First Army had limited mobility and the farther away they were from Graycastle, the harder it was to carry out a mission. Now that he¡¯d finally received some news after such a long time, he was very interested in what was in the package. But he was also curious as to why the package was so big. This reminded him of mail order packages. Whether or not they were able to find the source, a letter would have been sufficient to convey the message. What did the exploration team encounter that would cause Sean send over such a big package? ¡°It¡¯s full of paper,¡± Nightingale whispered in his ear as she probably saw the doubts in his eyes. ¡°Paper?¡± Roland tilted his head and whispered, ¡°Are your capabilities so evolved that you can see through things?¡± ¡°I¡¯d love it if that was the case, but unfortunately no.¡± Nightingale said lazily, ¡°I just slipped my hand into the sack when the guard came in.¡± ¡°I see, so her level of alertness was still quite¡­ Hang on.¡± It suddenly dawned on Roland that when Evelyn came in with a new Chaos Drink, or when the chef came in with a snack cart, could she have also pinched a bit of the food and drink? On the other hand, the amount delivered for afternoon tea had decreased a little. ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s all paper inside.¡± The guard¡¯s words interrupted his thoughts. ¡°And most of them are covered with ink.¡± ¡°Is this a new reporting method?¡± Roland took a look in the bag and said, ¡°Isn¡¯t there a letter that I could read?¡± ¡°Please wait¡­¡± After the guard had dumped out all the contents of the sheepskin bag, there was a new discovery. ¡°There¡¯s a letter with a wax seal underneath.¡± ¡°Bring it over.¡± ¡°And those papers stained with ink¡ª¡± ¡°Just spread them out on the floor,¡± Roland ordered, ¡°Sean couldn¡¯t have possibly spent so much energy to send a bunch of useless things.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Roland sat back on his chair and opened the envelope. Judging from the date, it should have been sent about a week and a half ago. Like the bag, the letter was also surprisingly large, with at least a dozen pages¡ªit was hard to imagine why an exploration report would be such a lengthy document. This might also be the reason why Sean marked the report as urgent, but decided against using the usual animal messenger system. ¡°Your Majesty, Miss Azima has found the source that you want¡ªIt¡¯s located at the northeastern junction of the Kingdom of Dawn, near the Kingdom of Wolfheart. The locals call it Cage Mountain.¡± Sean¡¯s first sentence was enough to reassure Roland. Fortunately, this trip was not a waste. The fact that the mining area was still within the Kingdom of Dawn meant that he could control the entire mining process through the Quinn family. Although the cost would be a lot more, it was still better than having to deal with the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter. Moreover, Sean¡¯s choice of words did not seem tedious, which made him even more curious about the package¡¯s contents. ¡°But the source wasn¡¯t in a cave, but a very old ruin. What¡¯s even more incredible was that it wasn¡¯t built by the underground civilization nor did it have anything to do with the Taquila survivors. We initially suspected that it might have come from the undersea monsters, but a discovery by the witches proved otherwise.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, this ruin was left behind by a group previously unknown to us.¡± Roland immediately knitted his brows. Did an unknown group of new aliens appear in the Four Kingdoms? This was intelligence that had never been mentioned by the Witch Union. Although this area was barren and backwards in the past, that did not mean that they would ignore their own territory. If there was alien activity, it would be impossible to escape the witches¡¯ investigation. In other words, if Sean¡¯s conclusion was correct, then they most likely existed even before the underground civilization. The key question was, why was this alien group interested in uranium ore? He continued reading. ¡°They left behind a large number of murals on the walls at the bottom of the ruin. The various monsters displayed in the paintings were inconsistent with the images of the other races known to us. Through investigation of their contents, Ms. Rother and I think that the building was very likely used as a place of execution.¡± ¡°It was not only located on the source of the vein, but they also shaped the uranium ore into bricks for the walls and floor¡ªAzima saw the same element in every corner of the ruins and even on the murals. At the bottom, we found a lot of cages and bones, which was also reflected in the murals.¡± ¡°They seem to have imprisoned a large number of enemies here¡ªnot just other races, but also their own kind. They were tortured using the power of the ore, and it seems as if doing so would please their gods.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already tried to copy as much of the murals as possible and sent Tokat¡¯s messenger back to Neverwinter. Due to the limited number of protective suits and the size of the murals, the progress was slow. The murals you have copies of are only of a portion of them. It will likely take another month or two to send copies of the rest.¡± ¡°In addition, I¡¯m very worried about Ms. Rother who did not wear protective clothing when entering the ruins. I¡¯m not sure if she would encounter the dangers you mentioned. The locals that initially discovered the ruins were infected with something. Many people became sick with strange diseases and many died from unknown causes. So the ruins also are called a cursed temple. Judging from the ruin¡¯s execution ground, this danger likely still exists.¡± ¡°That¡¯s bad.¡± Roland could not help but whisper. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Nightingale asked from the mist. ¡°If the God¡¯s Punishment Witch is cursed, she could just change her body, so I don¡¯t think we have to worry about them.¡± ¡°I wasn¡¯t worried about the Taquila witches, but about Sean and Azima.¡± He shook his head solemnly. ¡°According to the plan, they shouldn¡¯t have stayed in the mining area for so long.¡± Whether it was unrefined ore or highly compressed uranium, its radioactive decay mainly consisted of alpha particles, so it would be difficult to penetrate the skin or cause harm to the human body. But this didn¡¯t mean that it would be the same in the ruins. Given that these radioactive elements had existed for hundreds of millions of years and some of them had likely decayed into more dangerous elements such as radon, the situation had become different. The half-life of radon was only 3.8 days, and it was a gas which could be easily inhaled into the body to cause radiation poisoning. The protective suits he prepared for the exploration team were designed for going into deep mining areas¡ªThe fully-sealed suit could effectively block out many kinds of highly toxic elements that could be found in a uranium mine. The gas mask could filter out radon and other toxic gases. As long as you didn¡¯t stay in the mining area for extended periods of time, you could basically guarantee your safety. But once too much time had passed, the endurance and effectiveness of the suits would be limited. This meant that those who participated in copying the murals might have exceeded the safety limits and thus been exposed to harmful amounts of radiation. ¡°They must immediately withdraw from the ruins,¡± said Roland, taking a pen and paper from the table. ¡°Call Honey. This letter must be sent to them as soon as possible.¡± Chapter 1055 - Shocking Scene Chapter 1055: Shocking Scene Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In addition to recalling Azima and Rother, Roland also wrote down the follow-up arrangements. It was a time-consuming and laborious task to mine uranium mines safely. Not only was it necessary to formulate a detailed operational procedure and set up monitoring nodes, workers also needed to have a certain understanding of the work they were engaged in. They would then have to act meticulously according to the rules. In the face of imminent war threats, he naturally did not intend to follow the normal protocols. The North Slope mine was a good example. He bought the prisoners on death penalty directly from the Duke of Quinn. He then threw them into the ruins without compensation and holidays, and he did not need to prepare protective measures for them. They would be released after working for a decade. He believed that those people would make the right choice if they had to choose between the gallows or a chance of survival. Furthermore, local lords would probably be quite happy to use the lives of these scums in exchange for an additional income. In this way, the 100 soldiers of the exploration team only needed to be responsible for supervision and security work, thus greatly reducing the requirements of defense. Sean was undoubtedly the best candidate to be in charge of management. Finally, at the end of the confidential letter, Roland also made sure to order the guards to look for the whereabouts of the ¡°treasures¡± that the people had brought out of the ruins a century ago. After all, there were a few doubts about the rumor that bothered him a little. This clan, which had not been recorded by history, seemed to have an inexplicable sense of worship for radioactive elements. It used brick ore to build a temple for sacrifices and even used it to torture the enemy. Some were even made to swallow the ore. Those bodies that were filled with green fluorescence, as seen through Azima¡¯s eyes, were proof that it happened. Although it was unclear whether their demise had a direct connection with this kind of worship, it was appropriate to call them a radioactive clan. Since the world was so big, it was not surprising that all kinds of civilization could exist. What was truly strange was that no matter how deep you went into the mining area or took ore to make bricks, it would not be possible to cause ¡°flesh rotting¡± effects. Even if you lived in mines, the long-term internal and external exposure to various types of decay radiation would only result in a mere increase in the probability of getting cancer. If you were meant to live to the age of 80, you might have lived to the age of 66 only. After all, natural nuclides¡¯ release efficiency is really too low. Several unlucky people that died in the rumor did not seem to have died from cancer or mutation complications. They seemed to have been affected by strong radiation. In order to satisfy the latter condition, only the high-purity nuclear material could reach criticality, and a large number of neutron fluxes and hard ¦Ã-rays have to be generated in an instant. However, this situation did not seem to be something that the radioactive clan could achieve. Roland did not rule out the possibility that the rumor itself had distorted the facts. However, the villagers¡¯ misery at that time should have been known by more than one person. If it was true, the problem would most likely be those ¡°treasures¡±. Only in this way would the ruin take over the function of the altar of execution¡ªOtherwise, every detainee would live for dozens of years before dying. If this altar was not built into a high-rise apartment building, it would not be able to hold so many people. It was a pity that a century exceeded Summer¡¯s retrospective period. It was almost impossible to completely understand what was happening at that time and Sean could only try his best. He felt that the truth behind the rumors might not be so simple. ¡­ After Honey took the letter, Roland walked to the desk and examined the paintings that were spread out. Although the distorted ink images were filled with strange and absurd things, he could still recognize the general subject and object¡ªThe subject was mostly located in the center of the scrolls. The outline was large and delicate, representing the ruler of the ruins; the object was much smaller. They were in all of the corners, and from their hideous expressions, you could feel their pain and fear. This was probably the universal nature of all intelligent life¡ªAlways make yourself the protagonist in historical records. Just like Sean said, neither the subject nor the object was related to the known civilizations such as the demons, the demonic beasts, or the undersea civilization. Their shapes were quite weird, some were like matchsticks with limbs that were indistinguishable from head and tail; while the others were like crawling protozoa with all of their organs located in the brain. The contents of the murals were not all related to the execution. There were some that depicted the scenes in which the subject and the object were fighting. They seemed to be able to fly by inflating the body and following the direction of the wind. They seemed to take advantage of the high-altitude to maneuver and land behind the enemy and successfully attack from both sides. The towering defense line was not of any use. The city was a sea of ??fire and the object was defeated. As long as the roles were clearly identified, it would also be possible to roughly understand the events described in these seemingly crazy records. ¡°Huh?¡± Roland¡¯s glance suddenly settled on a picture. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Nightingale quickly noticed his strange look. ¡°Do you feel like you¡¯ve seen these scenes depicted in the murals before?¡± He walked to the scroll and bent down to look at a mural describing exactly the last part of the war: countless matchsticks were united as if they were trying to fight to their last breath, but they were still knocked to the ground by the subject. The blood flowed and gathered into huge lakes. The surviving enemies fled to the sea. They were chased by the subject and killed. Their corpses even formed a small bag of a mountain in the sea. ¡°Oh¡­¡± Nightingale observed him for a long time and said, ¡°In addition to using more ink, it doesn¡¯t seem to be different from other drawings.¡± ¡°Well, combat ability and artistic appreciation are inherently opposite.¡± Roland held his forehead and said, ¡°Help me get a map of the Southernmost Region.¡± ¡°Yes, I will.¡± The latter did it quickly and placed a thick stack of maps in front of Roland. At the same time, she also handed him some dried fish. Roland bit the dried fish while his hands kept moving. He soon found a partial bird¡¯s-eye view of the Endless Cape At that time, in order to determine the location of Festive Harbor, he asked Lightning and Maggie to make detailed maps of it, so he still had a deep impression. When the two were put together, he suddenly felt a layer of goose bumps on his back. His body felt like a current had run through him and his fingers were numb. ¡°The outlines of the two maps overlapped!¡± ¡°Although the details were different, the boundary between the mainland and the Swirling Sea was basically the same, and similarity was above 80%!¡± ¡°Was this¡­ a coincidence?¡± ¡°Hey, is this the Southernmost Region on the map?¡± Nightingale also realized that something was wrong and asked, ¡°Isn¡¯t that where the Sand Nation people live?¡± Roland did not answer but quickly scanned the remaining painting scrolls. When he saw the penultimate one, all the blood in his body seemed to freeze. He saw only a dozen of the subjects gathered on a high platform, forming a large circle. An irregular polyhedron floated in the circle. There were countless strange tentacles on its surface. It was like the snake demon Medusa¡¯s hair. Sean did not see this scene with his own eyes, so he naturally did not know what was shown in the painting. However, Roland knew very well what it was. That was clearly ¡°the relic of gods¡±. Chapter 1056 - The Captive Chapter 1056: The Captive Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the dark dungeon, a dim light cast a shadow on the wall as the captive dangled from the ceiling. The shadow flickered and swayed like a forked tree branch. The prisoner did not struggle, nor did she utter a yelp or beg for mercy. She only produced an almost inaudible moan when the whip landed on her skin. But that was soon drowned out by the following lashes. ¡°Crack!¡± ¡°Crack!¡± The candlelight wavered and flickered as it played with the swaying shadow as it moved across the ceiling. The dull sound of a whipcrack cut through the gruesome silence of the dungeon. After around ten lashes, Earl Lorenzo said, ¡°Enough. Take a break!¡± ¡°Yes, my lord.¡± The executioner withdrew. Blood trickled down the female prisoner¡¯s back. There were new and old whipmarks all over her body. Apparently, this was not her first time being tortured. Beads of sweat stood out from the tip of her nose and arms. Obviously, she was suffering great pain, but she forced herself not to cry out. ¡°So, are you still not going to tell me where the Holy Book is?¡± The earl walked up to the woman and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. It was a pretty face, despite the constant torture the woman had been going through. As a matter of fact, her damp skin and bright eyes made her even more attractive. ¡°The church is over, Farrina. Do you still want to plot against me? You should at least think about your companions if not about yourself.¡± ¡°Those damn church dregs!¡± Lorenzo thought savagely. ¡°There are many places they could have chosen to live in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Why did they have to pick Archduke Island? I made it very clear when I executed the messengers that I want them to leave me alone. Plus, they have a group of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors and could have picked anywhere to settle down as long as they stay as far away from Graycastle as possible. Why did they attempt to murder me? If I didn¡¯t ask Pope Mayne to give me some guards to protect me as a precaution, they would have mounted my head on the city wall by now.¡± At this thought, Lorenzo felt the side of his missing left ear throb again. When the two groups of God¡¯s Punishment Army had fought that day, Farrina had nearly killed him. Fortunately, his guard had blocked her strike. He survived but had also lost his left ear. Lorenzo was actually more upset about the loss of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors than his missing ear. Out of the 20 God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, only two to three were capable of fighting now. The others had either died during the battle or had lost limbs. It was impossible for them to fight again. Yet he relied on those God¡¯s Punishment Warriors to secure his position on Archduke Island! The nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart did not come back to him not because of the change in his status from a bishop to a noble, but because of their fear of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. If they knew he had only a few capable God¡¯s Punishment Warriors left, they would probably strip him of his earl title immediately. Lorenzo was so tempted to cut Farrina into pieces. But he could not do that. Not before he knew where the Holy Book was. ¡°I¡¯m not sure whether the church is over, but I know you are¡­ Earl Lorenzo, no, I should call you a traitor,¡± After a moment of silence, Farrina said quietly. ¡°My biggest mistake was that I underestimated your God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, but there are few you can use now, right? Otherwise, you wouldn¡¯t need the Holy Book so badly. You want to know the secret passing down among the popes, which is how to create the God¡¯s Punishment Army, so that you can keep your pitiable position¡­¡± ¡°Smack!¡± The earl boxed her ears. ¡°You¡¯d better tell me what I want!¡± Lorenzo threatened through his teeth. ¡°Tell me, where is the Holy Book?¡± Blood dripped down from the corner of the prisoner¡¯s mouth. Farrina said, ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s really a pity.¡± The earl eyed the executioner. ¡°Chop off a leg. Pick anyone you like. I want her companions¡­¡± ¡°Stop acting.¡± Farrina interrupted Lorenzo feebly in a derisive tone. ¡°You remember the finger you sent me last time? The blood had darkened. Do you still want to play the same trick? It seems that the comfortable life here has made our bishop forget the difference between a living man and a dead one. You chopped it off from a body, right? You killed them a long time ago, traitor!¡± Lorenzo¡¯s face clouded over. ¡°I¡¯m not even an acting pope. How would I know where the Holy Book is? Pope Tucker Thor might know it, but he never told me. Nobody in this world would ever know how to create a God¡¯s Punishment Army now.¡± ¡°You¡¯re lying!¡± Lorenzo went livid. ¡°Tucker Thor asked you to come to rebuild the church in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and revenge Hermes! Without the Holy Book, how can the church compete against Graycastle?¡± ¡°Haha¡­¡± To Lorenzo¡¯s surprise, Farrina laughed. ¡°With a God¡¯s Punishment Army, the church can¡¯t compete against Graycastle either. The acting pope simply wanted to save us and for everybody to spend the rest of their lives peacefully.¡± ¡°This is absurd! Do you think I¡¯ll believe you?¡± The earl roared. ¡°If you planned to settle down, why did you attack Archduke Island? Didn¡¯t you attempt to steal the wealth, the food, the armors and the weapons here? Tucker entrusted the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors to you, and he just wanted you to live a happy life? Nonsense!¡± ¡°Believe it or not, but this is the truth,¡± Farrina said indifferently. ¡°I also want to tell you something else. If you didn¡¯t kill the messengers but treated them fairly, we would have probably chosen somewhere else to settle down. But you made the worst decision. You know what kind of people I despise? Those double crossers like you!¡± ¡°You¡ª¡± ¡°You failed Pope O¡¯Brien, so you don¡¯t deserve the life Pope Tucker Thor earned for us.¡± There was a faint starchiness in Farrina¡¯s voice. ¡°It¡¯s a shame that I didn¡¯t kill you, but the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart would eventually know who you are. Even if you have washed your hands off the whole matter and have nothing to do with the church, you¡¯ll never become a true noble! You¡¯re just a traitor living on borrowed time!¡± Lorenzo took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger. He growled, ¡°I know exactly what your little scheme is. You just attempted to provoke me into killing you so that the whereabouts of the Holy Book would remain as a secret forever. But I can make you spit it out. There are not only supplies in here but also a lot of instruments of torture which we normally use on witches. I wonder if you would hold up better than those Fallens.¡± He cast a glance at Farrina¡¯s feet and said, ¡°Let¡¯s start with your toenails¡­ I hope you could still play tough when I rip them off.¡± ¡­ After returning to the castle hall, Lorenzo could not contain himself any longer. He smashed the tea set onto the floor. ¡°Damn, damn, damn Farrina !¡± He had armed himself with a mask of cruelty to conceal his inner uncertainty. In fact, Lorenzo had no idea how long it would take Farrina to yield. As a member of the Judgement Army, she had an exceptionally strong willpower. Perhaps, it would not be that easy to get something out of her. He could not just close the port and announce a trade ban all of a sudden, for that would immediately raise suspicions among the nobles. If he, however, left Archduke Island as it was, there was a big chance that the nobles would appoint merchants to spy on him. Therefore, he needed more God¡¯s Punishment Warriors to protect him before it was too late! But Farrina, a person he loathed so much, refused to tell him that key information. ¡°This is so frustrating!¡± Just then, his butler came in. ¡°Your lordship, I¡¯ve heard something interesting recently¡­¡± ¡°Get out of here. I¡¯m not in the mood for some trivial gossip!¡± The butler looked at the broken crockery and said patiently, ¡°It may be helpful in solving your problem.¡± ¡°What?¡± Lorenzo looked up instantly. ¡°What is it?¡± After he became an earl and the lord of Archduke Island, his followers also became his ¡°family members¡±. Hagrid, the butler, was one of his henchmen. As a former priest, he sometimes provided Lorenzo with counsels. ¡°The border of the Kingdom of Dawn has been a little unstable lately. It seems that they plan to head to Cage Mountain.¡± ¡°What does it have to do with us?¡± Lorenzo scowled. ¡°Archduke Island won¡¯t gain anything from it, no matter who takes Cage Mountain.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not talking about the operation itself, but the person behind this¡­¡± Hagrid paused for a second and continued, ¡°Your lordship, I¡¯ve heard that the King of Graycastle is behind this.¡± Chapter 1057 - An Ancient Treasure Chapter 1057: An Ancient Treasure Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°The King of¡­ Graycastle!¡± Lorenzo shuddered at this name. Everybody in the church had heard of him. Within merely a few years, this man had elevated himself from the lord of an insignificant border town to the sovereign of the state. Nothing could explain his sudden rise. He had even defeated the Holy City of Hermes which had once dominated the entire continent. In fact, Roland Wimbledon was the main reason Lorenzo had made such a quick decision to sever his relationship with the church. Realizing that the conflict between the church and Graycastle could never be settled, he had quickly resigned his bishop position to escape from the trouble. But Lorenzo did not understand why Roland suddenly extended his power to the borders of the Kingdom of Dawn and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. As a new king, he should have focused on domestic affairs instead of creating a new commotion. He wondered what Roland was up to this time. ¡°Are you sure?¡± asked the earl as he looked at Hagrid. ¡°Fill me in!¡± ¡°I got the news from various reliable sources,¡± Hagrid said positively. ¡°The troop stationed at the foot of Cage Mountain is from Graycastle. Their outfits and weapons fit the description. Further, death row prisoners from all parts of the Kingdom of Dawn are heading to Cage Mountain as well. Some of them proclaimed that they work for the King of Graycastle!¡± ¡°Cage Mountain¡­ death row prisoners¡­¡± Lorenzo paced the room when a sudden thought struck him. ¡°Is he coming for that¡­¡± ¡°Very likely, your lordship.¡± Hagrid nodded before correcting himself, ¡°No¡­ he must be coming for that.¡± ¡°How did he know?¡± asked the earl. ¡°It isn¡¯t surprising that he knew. The discovery of the ruin was simply pure luck. I always thought that there must be a connection between those ruins, and Roland happens to be the first person who noticed this connection.¡± Although the church did not know the exact reason behind Prince Roland¡¯s swift rise, there were quite a few theories. Apart from ridiculous rumors such as the incarnation of God and the spokesman for the demons, many people believed that Prince Roland had obtained some mysterious power from a ruin. Even though the three Archibishops had dismissed this theory as another groundless rumor, many believers had insisted that this was the truth. Lorenzo had also been one of them. ¡°Otherwise, how did Roland defeat the Holy City?¡± The most incredible ruin in Cage Mountain was the Cursing Temple. A few years ago, when the God¡¯s Punishment Army had invaded the Kingdom of Wolfheart, many nobles had either been killed in action or surrendered. Even the Queen of Clearwater had failed to stop the church. As the former bishop in Archduke Island, Lorenzo had assisted in the logistics and the post-war clean-up. He had been responsible for sending some of the looted military supplies to the front and storing away the rest. During an operation at Cliff Ridge, he had accidentally learnt about an ancient legend that had been circulated for 100 years. It was rumored that a group of villagers had stolen some treasures from the Cursing Temple but died shortly afterwards. The local nobles had later taken possession of these treasures which the ancestors of Cliff Ridge¡¯s Earl had been very interested in. He believed that the deaths had nothing to do with the curse on the temple but with the treasures taken out from the temple. Thus, he had put a lot of effort and time searching for them and had finally retrieved a part of these treasures from the Kingdom of Dawn. The research had cost a dozen lives. In the end, the old earl had finally found something unusual. It was a lethal weapon that produced a deadly ray, working just like a curse! But the weapon had lost its power after several uses as if its power had been exhausted. Although the old earl had sent many people to the border to search for a similar one whilst even risking his life to explore the temple himself, he had not found a way to recover it. Therefore, he had recorded the incident in his family book, hoping his descendents would one day find an answer. The miraculous ¡°weapon¡± had thus been passed down through generations until the church had seized Cliff Ridge a century later. Lorenzo had been very interested in the item in the beginning. However, after he had played around with it for a few times, nothing had happened. He had thus lost his interest and put it away with the other treasures in the warehouse, planning to deal with it after he had returned to the Holy City. After all, he could not take a family book too seriously. Many nobles boasted about their long family history, their aristocratic origin, and their accumulated wealth. If the church was so gullible as to believe all of them, they would not have wiped out the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter that easily. Rather, it would have been the other way around. After the church had suffered a miserable defeat in Coldwind Ridge, the situation had taken a turn for the worse. Nobody had cared about the looted items any longer, and Lorenzo had also put the matter out of his mind. He had almost forgotten about it until Hagrid reminded him. It was very likely that the King of Graycastle was coming for the treasures in the Cursing Temple. Getting excited, the earl urged Hagrid. ¡°Go on!¡± ¡°Yes, your lordship.¡± Hagrid inclined his head. ¡°Suppose Roland Wimbledon learned about the treasures in the ruins from other sources, he would probably know how this thing works. According to what I know, this powerful thing can probably replace the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors.¡± ¡°Right, this is a cursed weapon! It can definitely deter the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart from challenging my authority. Meanwhile, it¡¯ll earn me some time to search for the Holy Book,¡± thought Lorenzo. Lorenzo stomped in excitement. ¡°Come with me to the warehouse, now!¡± ¡°Your lordship?¡± ¡°I have to make sure that it¡¯s still on Archduke Island. Since it¡¯s so important, I have to guard it well.¡± ¡­ To prevent an information leak, Lorenzo took no one but his butler and searched the whole warehouse for half a day. After hours of strenuous work, he finally found the ¡°treasure¡± in a corner. Lorenzo was happy that he did not include a third person in this search. As he opened the pouch, he immediately noticed its difference compared to the other treasures. Compared to all the other looted treasures such as luminous pearls and beautiful sculptures, the thing in the pouch was nothing but a stone. It was square, much coarser than polished granites, and was not even bigger than his palm. Nobody would have ever spared it a glance if there were no decorative sapphire stripes on it. The Earl of Cliff Ridge had also mentioned in his family book that the item had cost him the least out of all the treasures he had owned. But now, the stripes on the stone were emanating a soft blue glow. The light pointed from one end to the other as if it was giving a direction. Lorenzo exchanged a look with the butler. Both of them were exhilarated by their discovery! It was unbelievable that the stone, which had been unresponsive over the past 100 years, would show signs of activity just when Roland sent his people to the Cursing Temple. Now, Lorenzo was almost certain about Roland¡¯s motive! He was sure that Roland knew how to recover the stone! ¡°I want you to go to Cage Mountain,¡± said Lorenzo as he slipped the stone into his pocket cautiously. ¡°I trust no one but you. Try to get the information on how to use the stone. Don¡¯t worry about money.¡± ¡°Rest assured. I¡¯ll do my best,¡± replied Hagrid while placing his hand on his chest. ¡°Another thing,¡± The earl said slowly. ¡°Make sure that the King of Graycastle doesn¡¯t notice you. He could destroy the church and certainly could destroy you effortlessly. You have to keep a low profile unless the stone exerts its power¡­ I place the future of Archduke Island in your hands.¡± Chapter 1058 - No More Regret Translator: TransN __ Editor: TransN In a tavern at the dock of Archduke Island. Joe fumbled a wineglass restlessly as he glanced towards the door from time to time. He had never been so fidgety before. Although his mind was crowded with a multitude of feelings, he could do nothing but wait miserably in regret whilst feeling afraid and lost. Joe felt a little relieved when a hooded man came and sat down next to him, but he soon felt even more nervous. ¡°How¡­ is she doing?¡± asked Joe. Joe fixed his eyes on the man¡¯s lips, dreading for the worst scenario. ¡°She¡¯s still alive,¡± replied the man. Hearing this answer, Joe let out a sigh of relief. ¡°But Ms. Farrina isn¡¯t in a good condition,¡± said the man as he took off his hood. ¡°It appears that the bishop wanted to get something out of her, so he tortured her every day. Sometimes, I¡¯ve even heard her screams reach the hall. If things go on like this, she won¡¯t be alive for long.¡± Joe tried to convince himself that this was inevitable. After their plan had failed, he had foreseen the fierce retaliation from their enemy. As the traitor wanted to know the whereabouts of the Holy Book, he would definitely use every possible means to get Farrina, the leader of the operation, to open up. _ ¡°At least, she¡¯s still alive, _ ¡± Joe muttered under his breath. He slowly made his hand into a fist with his nails sinking into his flesh. He did not want to picture what would happen to Farrina if he failed to rescue her. Perhaps at the end of the day, death may actually give her relief. _ ¡°Damn it! Why did I agree to her plan?¡± _ Joe thought savagely. He should not have let Farrina act as the diversion. He would rather fight to his last breath and die with her in the castle than retreat alone. ¡°Sir¡­¡± The man hesitated for a moment and asked, ¡°Do you know what the bishop is asking for? Maybe you should just let him have it. That will at least free Ms. Farrina from¡­¡± _ ¡°He¡¯s not a bishop, only a traitor!¡± _ Joe said within himself. He replied through his teeth, ¡°I don¡¯t have what he wants. It was destroyed when Hermes Cathedral fell.¡± There was a hint of melancholy in his look when the man heard the word ¡°Hermes¡±. He murmured, ¡°May God bless us¡­¡± Joe thought it pretty ironic. Back in the old days before the fall of the new and old Holy Cities, as one of the most outstanding Judgement Warriors, he had always been surrounded by the most prominent figures in the church. At that time, he would have never taken an oridnary believer seriously. But now, with the betrayal of the bishop and the priest, he could trust no one but this believer who came from the bottom of the pyramid. It appeared that this man had a deeper love for the church than many of the executives. He had come to him when he had sunk to his lowest dejection. The man also felt bitter about Lorenzo¡¯s betrayal, but with little power, he could not openly defy him. The night the castle had been attacked, he had caught a glimpse of the invaders. From then on, he had started to look for Joe around the castle, and this was how they had met. Joe did not care whether this man was a spy sent by Lorenzo or not, for he practically had nothing else to lose. If this man was indeed a spy, he should have noticed that he had nothing to offer by now and thus killed him. Unfortunately, this man was just a servant of the lowest rank in the castle. The information he could provide was very limited. ¡°I¡¯ve got to go.¡± After a long silence, the man pulled his hood on. ¡°The butler would suspect me if I lingered too long. Are we still meeting here in three days?¡± ¡°Ah¡­¡± Joe suddenly came back to reality from his reminiscence. ¡°Sounds good to me. If anything changes, I¡¯ll let you know.¡± ¡°I see.¡± The man paused for a few seconds and then said, ¡°Sir, you must pull yourself together. You are now the only person that can save Ms. Farrina.¡± _ ¡°Me? No¡­ I can do nothing.¡± _ Joe left his words unsaid. He was walking in the dark, hapless and hopeless. God had turned a deaf ear to his prays. Joe nodded blankly. ¡°Right,¡± The man turned around again, ¡°Something happened in the castle lately. One of the bishop¡¯s henchmen, Priest Hagrid, went to the southwest. The coachman said they were heading to Cage Mountain. I thought you might¡­ want to know about it.¡± His voice trailed off towards the end. It was a very unconfident consolation. It was perfectly normal for a lord to send his men to some other domains, even though Cage Mountain had nothing to do with Archduke Island. As long as the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were still there, it was impossible for him to get Farrina out of the dungeon. ¡°Noted. Thank you.¡± ¡°Anytime, sir¡­¡± The man dipped in a bow before he said, ¡°This is all I can do for you.¡± _ ¡°Cage Mountain¡­ It looks like everybody is talking about it lately,¡± _ Joe thought as he drained the glass. His mouth was soon saturated with the bitter taste of ale. The next moment, however, he stood transfixed. _ ¡°Hang on¡­ Cage Mountain?¡± _ An idea suddenly flashed across Joe¡¯s mind. _ ¡°Perhaps there¡¯s a chance of saving _ Farrina _ after all!¡± _ ¡­ After returning to his abode in the suburb, Joe rested his eyes on a black book on the desk. It was the ¡°last will¡± of the acting pope Tucker Thor before he had jumped off the city wall. It was not the Holy Book that contained the method of creating the God¡¯s Punishment Army but a request from Tucker. The book talked about the history of human beings and demons, as well as the origin of the Battle of Divine Will. Joe was agape as he read the story and suddenly understood the reason why Tucker had asked them to leave Hermes. ¡°Everything is over.¡± ¡°Worry no more about the battle. Live your own lives.¡± Farrina did not want the church to fall apart probably because she did not want to see Tucker¡¯s sacrifice to be for nothing. She wanted Roland Wimbledon and his Kingdom of Graycastle to fall before the church. But now, Joe saw a ray of hope in the very king who had destroyed the church. He did not expect Graycastle to help him. They would never save the remaining church members. However, he could direct them to attack the traitor. He had not given much thought to Cage Mountain until the believer had reminded him. At first, he had thought this was just another groundless rumor and he did not want to deal with Graycastle anymore. But now, he remembered that Lorenzo had indeed found a treasure at Cage Mountain and had even reported to the church when he had been the caretaker for the items looted from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. He did not know whether the treasure had been shipped to Hermes, but it did not matter. What mattered was whether the King of Graycastle was also looking for it. The nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart might fear its cursing power, but Roland would not. Nobody could stop his impregnable army. As long as Roland could help him weed out the traitor, he would have a chance to save Farrina. Even if Farrina was, unfortunate to be captured by Roland, it would be still better than the endless tortures here. Joe took a deep breath. If in the end, Farrina fell into Roland¡¯s hand, he would come forward. He wanted to be there for her until her final moments. Because¡­ he loved her¡­ He had been in love with her ever since the first day he had joined the Judgement Army with Farrina. This time, he did not want to leave any regrets. Chapter 1059 - Puzzle And Battles Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Two weeks after receiving the emergency report from Sean, the sun once again appeared in the Western Region of Graycastle. The Months of Demons ended without any problems. This was probably the most peaceful Months of Demons that has happened in hundreds of years. There were no evil beasts harassing or roaring. The snowy plains outside the walls were empty and flat. The thick snow reflected the dazzling golden light of the sun. It looked like a piece of flawless mirror. Thus, this year¡¯s Victory Day was exceptionally lively. Many residents walked into the wilderness without waiting for the snow to melt. They plucked a pile of snow from the knee-deep snow and brought it home to boil and drink. It was both a celebration and a memorial. Only a very small number of people knew about the undercurrent beneath the calm. The Third Border City, Library Cave. Roland received an expected response. ¡°None of the documents ever mentioned this record. Not even the literature left by the underground civilization.¡± Celine leaned tiredly against the corner and ancient books that she had flipped open were piled up around her. ¡°And for the first record about the Southernmost Region, that was about 860 years ago. It was a travel note, probably written by a certain witch. The description was only a few words, but it confirmed that the Endless Cape was a desert.¡± This was the first time that he saw ¡°Blob¡± looking so tired¡ªthe three senior witches rarely sat down and usually relied on the main tentacles that were hanging on the dome, the fine whiskers on their bodies were always dancing. However, at this moment, all of her tentacles drooped down and looked like fur on the surface. At the first glance, it looked a bit like a radish that was just pulled out of the earth. ¡°You should probably take a break.¡± ¡°I¡¯d also like to do that. But I can¡¯t stop my body at all,¡± said Celine with a bitter laugh. ¡°Your discovery¡¯s too shocking. It can be said to be a subversion of the Union¡ªno, that¡¯s not right. It¡¯s disrupted the entire recorded history of mankind!¡± This was also why Roland had long anticipated the answer¡ªif there were related discoveries in the era of the Union, it would certainly have been recorded in some way. After all, it involved the Battle of Divine Will. Even if it needed to be kept secret, at least the entire senior management would not be ignorant about it. The ethnic groups in the murals might be even older than what he had imagined. For the last 860 years, they only had a single well-documented testimony and it did not mean that the Southernmost Region was full of vigor before this. From this point of view, the myths of the ¡°Three Gods Emissary¡± and the ¡°Millennium War¡± circulated by the Mojins were somewhat more reliable. At that time, the first Battle of Divine Will had not yet begun. ¡°Your Majesty, I have to admit,¡± she said with a long sigh, ¡°we have clearly taken a big step forward in our research, but why do I still feel so confused? It¡¯s like I¡¯ve lost something.¡± ¡°This is all normal,¡± Roland comforted her by saying, ¡°the more you know, the more you will feel like you actually know nothing. In the end, all doubts can be attributed to three problems.¡± ¡°Oh? Which three?¡± Pasha asked curiously. ¡°Where am I, who am I hitting, who is hitting me?¡± ¡°¡­¡± She silently immersed herself in thinking. ¡°Oh, well, I just wanted you all to relax a little,¡± Roland coughed twice. ¡°The real answer should be who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going.¡± ¡°Where did I come from¡­ where am I going?¡± Pasha murmured again. ¡°These three questions seem very simple, but when you think about it, the answer is not that easy. You only have to change the perspective slightly and you will be faced with different answers.¡± ¡°Oh, have you gone in a daze after reading too many books?¡± El could not resist interrupting. ¡°What¡¯s wrong with this? I¡¯m El from Taquila and I¡¯m going back to Taquila¡ªwon¡¯t it be fine like this? I think you¡¯ve been deceived by him.¡± ¡°This is the reason why I envy you occasionally,¡± said Celine, unable to put the main tentacles on top of her head. ¡°Being simple-minded can be a form of happiness sometimes.¡± Pasha shook her head whilst laughing. ¡°Thank you very much. It did relax us a bit. But your response really surprised me. Not only were you calm, but you also took our thoughts into consideration. It was as if you were not the least bit surprised about this.¡± ¡°Because in my opinion, the world itself is full of uncertainty¡­¡± Roland smiled arbitrarily and changed the subject. ¡°Since we have confirmed the unknown Battle of Divine Will and the existence of new ethnic groups so we should hold a meeting¡ªsuch important news should be conveyed to everyone, the sooner the better.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± Pasha bent her main tentacles and replied. ¡­ The internal meeting was soon held in the castle¡¯s main hall. The degree of secrecy was classified as top secret. Participants were all representatives of the forces of the united front. Even the ministers of the administrative department were invited too. When Roland announced this accidental discovery, everyone was in disbelief. He also gave a rare ten-minute buffer to allow everyone to whisper among themselves. The Battle of Divine Will was not bounded to the fate of mankind. It was most likely a ¡°special¡± normality. This was simply beyond the imagination of everyone. If Roland was not the messenger, few people would believe it. As the hall gradually fell silent, Tilly stood up and said, ¡°If this was really a Battle of Divine Will, where are the winners? They are neither the demons, the sea monsters, the underground civilization nor the humans¡­ Where are they now?¡± This was also the question that most people came up with. Roland looked at Pasha behind the light curtain. The latter nodded. ¡°I wonder if you still remember that there are two sentences in the records of the underground civilization¡ªthat magic has made us extraordinary and that the mastery of magic was a step to getting close to the divine meaning. We might as well assume that all participants in the Battle of Divine Will could use magic, which means the winner could have raised the power of magic to a new level, thus going somewhere we can¡¯t see? For example¡­ the celestial world.¡± This was also the conjecture that the three senior witches came up with after racking their brains. Although Roland felt that there were many loopholes, it was still better than a simple ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Not knowing meant nothingness¡ªaccording to common sense, the stronger a civilization was, the longer its footprint would remain. The ancient people built houses with hay and mud masonry. A millennium was enough to turn them into dust. On the other hand, Neverwinter had concrete buildings, that even after a millennium, would still leave their outlines. A civilization that may have won the Battle of Divine Will, disappeared without a trace after the war and that could only be identified from the scattered relics, undoubtedly made it quite easy for people to imagine the worst. If winning could not reverse the fate of extinction, then this would greatly impair everyone¡¯s determination toward the war. This speculation by Taquila would at least help to set a goal. ¡°So what was written on the murals was written at least a thousand and four hundred years ago?¡± Edith then said, ¡°And what the humans experienced cannot be called the first Battle of Divine Will.¡± ¡°Though that¡¯s the case, changing the name would be confusing,¡± Roland replied. ¡°So I tentatively called it a ¡°lost battle.¡± As to whether it was the first battle, that was not important.¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Barov said hesitantly, ¡°the expedition plan that was scheduled to be carried out after the start of the spring¡ª¡± ¡°Let¡¯s follow the previously formulated plan,¡± he said without hesitation. ¡°Even if there are a lot of unsolved mysteries in the Battle of Divine Will, we must move forward! Maybe war itself was a way to get us closer to the mystery. If we are defeated by the demons, then there will be no hope left.¡± Roland paused, looked across the hall and said clearly, ¡°This time, we must sweep the demons completely out of the Fertile Plains. This is not only to secure the space needed for Neverwinter¡¯s development, but also to lay the foundation for the final victory!¡± Chapter 1060 - Bidding Farewell Chapter 1060: Bidding Farewell Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After nearly a year of preparation, Neverwinter was now operating at full speed like a war machine. The Months of Demons could not stop this new king¡¯s city from madly absorbing neighboring resources. The Administrative Office once thought that the population of 100,000 was an unattainable goal, but after just one year, the urban population had doubled. The infusion of a large number of fresh labor forces has led to the rapid expansion of various industries, and four new chemical plants were even added. Machine-related processing and assembly plants have also exceeded double digits. According to statistics, the monthly salary paid by the Administrative Office was close to 10,000 gold royals. When Roland first arrived here, the highest income was only 24,000 gold royals¡ªthis was after plundering Longsong Stronghold. In other words, the fortune amassed by the Duke of the Western Region after half a lifetime would only be enough for two and a half month worth of wages. Steam engines, paddle steamers, perfumes and Chaos Drinks constitute the main sources of revenue¡ªthese goods were sold through the Joint Chamber of Commerce to the Fjords and the Four Kingdoms. In addition to the reward that had to be paid, the rest of the money went to a large number of raw materials and handicraft products. The coming and going of money now formed a delicate balance, and savings in the Treasury have started to diminish. This was a very uneven development model, but in the face of the threat of the Battle of Divine Will, Roland did not have much of a choice. If resources were not devoted to heavy industry, machine guns would not be able to shoot at will, and artillery would always lack cannonballs. Only in this way could he arm the entire army. Expanding the First Army from 8,000 to 10,000 people was only the foundation. The Air Force under the command of Tilly Wimbledon was also in active preparation. In addition, the ¡°Conscription Act¡± and ¡°National Mobilization Act¡± have entered the drafting stages. These two policies were aimed at improving the war potential of Neverwinter by mobilizing the ordinary students, workers, and farmers to perform the most basic discipline training. This was similar to the college military training of the later years. Although they could not be allowed to use guns directly on the battlefield, the training time could be shortened when there was an urgent need to replenish the manpower. Since the specific time for the upcoming Bloody Moon already had some discrepancy, no one could determine when the Battle of Divine Will would start. It could be four to five years if they were optimistic and in the worst case scenario, it might be within one or two years. For Roland, the biggest strategic goal at the moment was to turn defense into offensive so that the war would be in the enemy¡¯s territory. Therefore, the demon who invaded the ruins of Taquila was the nail he had to pull out. In fact, the transportation of materials and the mobilization of personnel began gradually during the late winter and early spring. This was where the advantages of rail transportation came in. Even if heavy snow filled the entire Fertile Plains, as long as the rails were cleared, the essential war supplies could still be continuously transported to the front lines. Most of the steel produced in Neverwinter had become single steel rails. The route hidden in the Misty Forest had also been laid. Once Roland made the order, the new Northern Expedition would be officially launched. Both the corps and the city were ready to go. However, before this, he had two more things to handle. ¡­ On the second day after the Months of Demons ended, Roland received a request for a meeting with Thunder. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, leaving so soon?¡± He set up a relaxed afternoon tea in the parlor. While fetching Anna, he also sent an invitation to Margaret¡ªwith regards to this businesswoman who had a certain chemistry with Lightning, he could only help this much. ¡°Are you impatient to explore the Shadow Sea City?¡± ¡°I knew I couldn¡¯t hide it from you,¡± laughed Thunder cheerfully. ¡°Every moment that I controlled the steel ship, I was imagining it facing the scene of the sea breeze. If I could, I even hoped to sail straight to the sealine.¡± ¡°In that case, we will probably face the risk of water shortages halfway through the journey.¡± Margaret shook her head reluctantly. ¡°The other Chamber of Commerce that have invested heavily in you would not be happy to see you leave their fleet behind. Unless you plan never to return to Fjord Islands.¡± ¡°Haha, I just wanted to express my excitement to His Majesty,¡± he said, touching his chin. ¡°As Margaret said, this adventure is no longer just about me. After all, for the Fjords, the development of new sea areas means opportunities and wealth, and no Chamber of Commerce would be untempted. This is probably the biggest expedition in the history of the Fjord Islands. I need to return as soon as possible to make adequate preparations.¡± It seemed that after Thunder¡¯s propaganda and recruitment, the team has now become a group. Roland smiled and sipped a mouthful of his tea. Thunder was without a doubt the greatest explorer in the Fjords. He was able to attract huge investments just by expressing his interest. ¡°It seems that in a few short months, you have already mastered the steel ship.¡± ¡°This was thanks to Her Majesty Anna,¡± said Thunder, saluting Anna by pressing his chest, ¡°the subsequent improvements that she made to the hull was of great help. You have to see it in person, otherwise, it would be difficult to imagine that such a large iron vessel could be nimbler than the three-masted ships. ¡°I¡¯d also like to make a request.¡± Anna nodded and said, ¡°This ship was only active in the Shallow Beach near the sea during the trial. If it¡¯s possible, I hope to get a navigation report about the deep sea area. All the problems encountered should be recorded there. It is best to use Neverwinter¡¯s new waterproof ink and a sealant bag. So even if it falls into the sea, it can be completely preserved.¡± He probably did not expect her to make such a serious request so Thunder hesitated for a while before saying, ¡°I understand. You can count on me, Your Highness.¡± Roland touched Anna¡¯s head lovingly and then looked at Thunder. ¡°There¡¯s also something that I would like to entrust to you.¡± ¡°I await your instruction.¡± ¡°I¡¯d like to recruit a group of explorers.¡± ¡°Unrelated to this expedition?¡± Thunder quickly realized. ¡°Yes,¡± Roland put down his teacup. ¡°I would like them to go to the Endless Cape.¡± ¡°I remember there was nothing except yellow sand and black water,¡± Margaret said surprisedly. ¡°That¡¯s what I thought as well¡­¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°The Endless Cape was low-risk, so there would be no need for experienced experts. So quantity would be more important than the ability.¡± Seeing that he did not elaborate on the reasons, Thunder did not persist in his questioning. ¡°There¡¯re many people like these in the Fjords. I wonder what the rules of eligibility are¡­¡± ¡°None,¡± Roland replied. ¡°Although we specified for an explorer, in fact, anyone can do it¡ªwhoever finds any relics in the Endless Cape will be rewarded.¡± ¡°Even if it¡¯s only a brick of the ruin that remains?¡± ¡°Naturally, but only if it comes from the Endless Cape.¡± He confirmed by saying, ¡°The more information a relic contains, the bigger the reward. The news will be valid for a long time. As long as I¡¯m the king of Greycastle, it¡¯ll be honored.¡± ¡°With your words as a guarantee, I¡¯m afraid that area will be crowded in the future.¡± Margaret smiled and said, ¡°I wonder if I should take the opportunity to open a tavern in Festive Harbor?¡± ¡°You would be most welcome.¡± Promoting the economy of the oil port was indeed one of Roland¡¯s goals. After all, the civilization in the painting had a history of at least 1,400 years. It was still unknown if anything was left behind at all. Undoubtedly reward was a good way of recruiting explorers, and killing two birds with one stone. ¡°By the way, Your Majesty,¡± said Thunder, ¡°since the steel ship has passed the sea test and is officially put into use, does it have a name yet?¡± ¡°Of course, I intend to call it the Snow Breeze.¡± ¡°The Snow Breeze¡­?¡± The explorer pondered for a moment. ¡°Surely it¡¯s a good name, but wouldn¡¯t that be too soft, and not fit for its steel body?¡± ¡°Both rigid and soft combined is the best way,¡± Roland could not help raising his lips. ¡°More importantly, this name implies auspiciousness and will surely bring you good luck this time.¡± Chapter 1061 - Sport Event Chapter 1061: Sport Event Translator: TransN Editor: TransN While blowing a steam whistle, the ship slowly left the Shallow Beach. Joan was standing at the stern, reluctantly bidding farewell to the Exploration Group¡ªafter a whole winter, her relationship with the witches had improved a lot. This rare friendship was particularly strong probably because it had been such a long time since someone had cared for her or had missed her. Though it sounded dry and hard, she just kept repeating the phrase ¡°Goodbye,¡± which she had just learned before leaving. Lightning¡¯s expression looked quite lonely. She looked in the direction of the stern, her eyes wide open. Many times Roland came close to telling her that Thunder was on the boat. However, he thought of the latter¡¯s entrustment and eventually pushed the urge back into the bottom of his heart. Maggie had covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking and with her eyes filled with tears. She was unable to make any sound for quite some time, probably because she was afraid of crying. Only Lorgar remained calm. She was carrying Maggie on her tail, Lightning with her one hand and waving at Joan with her other hand¡ªparting forever was something common for the Mojins so she had grown used to it. In Roland¡¯s eyes, Princess Lorgar of the Wildflame clan was not the loner she was when she first came to Neverwinter. She had already started changing even though she probably had not noticed it yet. This was also a reason why Roland decided not to tell her. With such a group of friends, he was sure that Lightning would return to her previous energetic self sooner or later. As for the sisters that left, for now, they would all eventually return. ¡­ On the following day after Thunder¡¯s departure, Roland announced the news of king¡¯s city¡¯s first National Sports Meeting through Graycastle Weekly newspaper. There was only one event. Marathon. The starting points would be the main city areas of both Neverwinter and Longsong while the finishing point would be the center of the Kingdom Main Street¡ªa total distance of twenty-eight kilometers. The first ten would win a prize ranging from 100 to 10 gold royals and the champion would receive a commemorative badge from the king himself. This news instantly shook the entire Western Region! Soon, everyone in the streets and alleys was inquiring about the event, and the fuss was no less than the release of the magic movie. If 100 gold royals were used as a down payment, one could buy a home with water, heat, and electricity in the nearest district to the Castle District. Apart from those locals who moved at the very beginning, this was the objective for most Neverwinter citizens. Although the new king¡¯s city did not have an inner and outer city like traditional cities, and there were no walls between each area, people still wished to be closer to His Majesty the King. Usually, achieving such a goal would require many years of savings but now there was an opportunity to realize it instantly! This was different from the Outstanding Contribution Award and the Combat Hero Award¡ªthe former was given to masters of their respective fields. Even without the gold royals of the prize, they still would not miss the money. As for the latter, it would require a willingness to sacrifice your own time, courage, and also luck. However, what about the Sports Meeting? One only had to know how to run! Everybody had two legs after all. In everyone¡¯s eyes, this was another proof of His Majesty compassion and kindness towards his people. In the past, all good policies were directed towards official residents. However, this time, what was more gratifying for most people was that this event was for ¡°all citizens¡±, exactly as it was announced in the weekly newspaper. Not only citizens of Neverwinter but even merchants coming from other cities could participate. So it was not surprising that this novel activity had created such a big impact. Of course, what Roland wanted to do was not just to watch a competition and see who is the faster runner¡ªa sports meeting was useful in strengthening cohesion, encouraging people to challenge themselves and work hard. As the aftermath of the Victory Day¡¯s celebration and the last call before the start of the war, there was nothing more inspiring than a sports meeting. Also, he had one more small intention. To announce the comeback of the bike. He had always felt guilty about the failure of the product of his early policy¡ªthe proud invention of the King of Graycastle, chief Barov¡¯s advertisement presentation, as well as the posters that had filled the square everywhere at that time. Yet, after producing no more than two hundred vehicles, they had to stop the distribution due to lack of productivity. The factory was converted into the steam engine assembly plant and almost half of the finished products were given to the workers as salary remuneration. Not only had he failed to realize the scene he had envisioned of everyone riding a bike between the city¡¯s districts, but also lost a lot of resources due to improper planning¡ªfor example, all those specific machines and equipment used for producing the bike parts were recycled and the remaining half of the bikes, because they were too few to deliver them to the First Army, were stored in a warehouse in the end. From all the projects that he set up personally, this was the only one that didn¡¯t bring any benefit. That¡¯s why he had to erase this black stigma. Nowadays, the situation in the city was completely different from two or three years ago¡ªa crazy expansion had brought a dramatic increase of the urban areas. Newly constructed districts had been built along Kingdom Main Street and the distance to major workplaces such as factories, docks, and mines was increasing more and more. Walking had become a time-consuming and tiresome activity whereas the perfection of the city streets had allowed the bike riders to easily reach more places. On the other hand, the productivity of Neverwinter had also been greatly improved. With the application of rubber worms and new machine tools, they could produce the same results as the witches, without any impact on existing projects. So, now it was a good time to bring up the subject of the bikes. As long as he let the Second Army follow the group of marathon runners on their bikes and act as guides and accident rescuers, everyone would naturally realize the benefit of this type of transport. As a result, the biggest mistake he had made since coming into power would no longer exist. Roland thought with confidence. ¡­ ¡°Huh? Is this the Great Chief¡¯s city?¡± Guelz Burnflame walked out of the cabin and rubbed his cheeks, ¡°This concrete ship is powerful indeed but it¡¯s too noisy. I¡¯d go deaf if I had to stay for another two to three days. ¡°Father, are you really not going to hide your face tattoos and then change to some northern kingdom clothes?¡± Rohan closely followed him and said, ¡°Those people at the docks¡­everyone is staring at us.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, let them stare.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Are you worried about being discriminated?¡± Guelz glanced at him, ¡°If a Mojin traveler¡¯s appearance is so hard for them to accept then what kind of life my daughter is having? The great chief said that in his domain, everyone is the same. I¡¯d like to see if he has lied to the Three Gods.¡± After the mention of Lorgar Burnflame, Rohan stopped talking and did not try to persuade him anymore. The chief shook his head secretly. It seemed that his fight-adept sister was still having a heavy influence on him. Guelz did not come all the way from the Port of Clearwater to here on a whim¡ªthe Sand Nation people who decided to move to the small oasis had finally won the revenge battle which lasted for two months, under the guidance of Brian. The masterminds behind the massacre of Silver Stream, the Wildwave clan, and the Cut Bone clan, had been destroyed and the six clan system of the Iron Sand City had since become history. He was bringing a message from Brian. Such a task did not have to be carried out by a family leader, but because of the war, the Wildflame clan missed the coronation ceremony of the great chief and so it was only appropriate for him to bring the news of their victory as a late gift in order to show his sincerity. Guelz was also curious to see how was Lorgar doing. She would never mention her troubles in her letters so it was best for him to see with his own eyes. Had she lost weight? As there were no Firelantern Wine or grilled sandworms here. Chapter 1062 - Wildflames information Chapter 1062: Wildflame¡¯s information Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After entering the city, the number of people suddenly increased. Though there were still some people looking at them, it was only out of pure curiosity. Everyone seemed in a hurry and no one was wandering the streets without a purpose. ¡°Father, this¡­¡± Rohan said looking around in surprise. ¡°Yes.¡± He slightly nodded. It was the first time that Guelz saw such a busy environment. He had previously traveled to many cities in the Northern Kingdom, and the biggest impression those cities left him with was their prosperity¡ªthis was also a characteristic of the Northern Kingdom: having more prosperous lands and resources than the Southernmost Region allowed them to create extraordinary cities. Additionally, their only difference was that each of them was better than the previous ones. So, at first, he thought that the great chief¡¯s King¡¯s City would also be superior in this aspect. However, to his surprise, what first attracted his attention was not the flat and long black-stoned streets under the foot, nor the uniform layout of the houses, but the people here. No matter how big the inner city was, or how magnificent the castle was, there would always be some stray people, beggars or Rats on the side of the streets. They were like a part of a city. Nonetheless, while walking in the streets of Neverwinter, these kinds of scenes were nowhere to be found. The expressions on people¡¯s faces were also completely different. Such high spirited expressions were rarely seen even among the newly promoted clans. Guelz always thought that the Nothern Kingdom people were not much better than the Sand Nation people, who he actually considered as more resourceful due to their less advantageous environment. The Nothern Kingdom, with its abundance of resources, was indulging in overly comfortable life and thus, the courage and will of their people were inferior. If unifying the power of the clans had not been so hard, they could have broadened their place of living. Yet, he was not so sure about that now. This kind of pride and self-confidence which came from the heart, it could not be faked. A city with such citizens, it would be best not to be their enemy even if they did not possess firearms. ¡°Father, are we going to search for Lorgar first or go to the castle to give the document?¡± Rohan¡¯s impression was not that deep. He was more curious rather than surprised. ¡°Don¡¯t be hasty, if the great chief arranges for us to stay in the Castle District, how are we going to verify his promise?¡± Guelz looked at him. ¡°We definitely have to wait for few days and find out more about this city. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°I already decided.¡± He interrupted him. ¡°Hmm? What are those people doing?¡± There was a big crowd around the square, making buzzing sounds and looking very lively. Rohan followed his gaze and looked at that direction, ¡°Maybe they are rushing to buy discount products from merchants?¡± ¡°Go and have a look,¡± Guelz said. ¡°Yes.¡± The latter put on his hood, and with the advantage of his big height, he quickly squeezed into the crowd. Looking at the back of his eldest son, Guelz could not help but sigh. In terms of physique, he was supposed to become the bravest warrior in the clan. However, fighting was not naturally appealing to him. Eventually, the one to become the pride of the Wildflame clan was Lorgar, who was anything but strong when she was born. It was for this reason that Princess Lorgar was considered by all clan members as the heir, while Rohan could not lift his head from all the pressure. Though they were brother and sister, they rarely had any conversations together. They were like concentric people. Anyhow, the chief could not help but feel a bit disappointed. Especially when Lorgar received everyone¡¯s appraisal, Rohan still did not show any sign of protesting. Mojins have a preference for the strong. Even if one¡¯s ability was not good, an unyielding will could still win the respect of others, which was much better than surrendering without even a fight. That is why even after Lorgar had left, he was still hesitating about him taking over as chief. Rohan had performed well in other aspects but a leader who is afraid of competition would slowly lose his advantage due to his constant hesitation. This was the reason Guelz had brought his eldest son with him. He hoped for him to change through seeing more about the world. Fifteen minutes later, Rohan quickly squeezed out of the crowd, his face filled with a weird expression. ¡°Father, they are people who want to participate in the Sports meeting.¡± ¡°Sports meeting?¡± Guelz murmured, ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Apparently it¡¯s a competition that the great chief organized in order to determine the fastest person.¡± Rohan explained, ¡°and the first one will be able to get 100 gold royals as a reward. That¡¯s why there are so many people who want to participate.¡± ¡°Ha, isn¡¯t this like the holy duel?¡± Only without the blood.¡± Guelz smiled. ¡°Looks like the great chief learned a few good things from the Sand Nation. What is the requirement to participate? If it¡¯s to determine who is the fastest then we should have the right to participate too.¡± ¡°Us?¡± Rohan was startled. ¡°Father, you want to participate too?¡± ¡°Of course, I used to be one of those elite warriors who could walk through half of the desert, leaving behind me even camels. When it comes to leg stamina, I never lost to anyone!¡± Guelz said while stroking his beard. ¡°What, do you think I¡¯m old now? Quickly, take me to register!¡± Realizing that he could not stop him, Rohan replied, ¡°There are too many people there, I¡¯ll go alone.¡± ¡°No problem.¡± ¡°Father¡ª¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Guelz glanced at him. ¡°Is there something that you didn¡¯t tell me?¡± ¡°Uhm¡­¡± Rohan paused for a moment before saying with a low voice, ¡°I saw my third sister.¡± ¡°In the crowd?¡± ¡°No,¡± his eldest son shook his head, ¡°she is¡­on a picture, wearing clothes that don¡¯t cover her entirely, with people circled around, pointing at her¡­¡± ¡°What!¡± Guelz instantly frowned. Could it be that the great chief was humiliating her? Last time, after writing to Lorgar, Neverwinter responded very quickly. So, he assumed that His Majesty was treating her very well. If Lorgar was being humiliated only for the position of the Wildflame clan, then he would rather not have all those green mountains and rivers. While thinking about that, he walked towards the crowd with a serious face. The painting scroll that Rohan talked about was hung on one side of the square and not only it was very eye-catching but there were actually more than one¡ªwhen Guelz saw it, he immediately stopped, unable to move his body. Was that¡­Lorgar?¡± It was the first time that he saw his daughter being so beautiful¡ªshe was standing in the middle of a snowy scenery, wearing a white yarn and a brocade which were waving in the wind. That was a palace ceremony dress that Lorgar had never worn before. Whilst in Iron Sand City, she always wore short clothes and pants, which were suitable for fighting. At her chest and arms, she always had bandages and she was always covered either in dirt or blood. When she did not have to fight, she would always cover herself tightly and make sure to hide her inhuman features under her clothes. This is what Rohan meant as not covered. Lorgar was clearly exposing her fluffy ears and tail, looking as if she wanted to attract attention deliberately. In one of her long ears, she wore a crystal red gemstone earring and its bright color seemed to make the whole picture look more vivid. As for the people around, their comments were not out of disgust and repulsiveness but rather compliments. This is what most surprised Guelz. Furthermore, through their chatting, he heard a new word: magic movie. So that was the case. ¡°In the Kingdom of Graycastle, everyone is the same¡± ¡ª was this the great chief¡¯s way? He turned around and gave Rohan a slap, ¡°Don¡¯t be so shocked next time. Your sister isn¡¯t some kind of monster, she just exposed her half-wolf form. ¡°I didn¡¯t say that¡­¡± said the latter as if he was wronged while stroking the back of his head. ¡°Anyways, first go and sign up for that holy duel¡­sports meeting,¡± Guelz told him. ¡°Afterwards, find out where we can buy the tickets for the magic movie. No matter the cost, you have to buy them. Understood?¡± Chapter 1063 - The Game Began! Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Neverwinter held the first National Sports Meeting on the Victory Day. Roland had simplified the process of the game, so there was neither an opening ceremony nor a running commentary on the match. However, this could not stop it from becoming a major event in the city. Early in the morning, everyone spontaneously rushed to the Kingdom Main Street with a little stool or a felt-padded cushion in hand, since they all wanted to grab a nice position to watch the game. Most of them went out with all of their family members. Such a huge stream of people attracted lots of peddlers. They carried snacks and beverages on their backs, peddling along the way. Considering that most people in the city needed to walk at least 28 kilometers to the middle section of the Kingdom Main Street, where the finish line was located, Roland decided to start the race at 2:00 pm. By doing so, he could allow more time for the spectators to get ready. Still, beyond his expectations, he soon found out that he had underestimated their enthusiasm for this game. By noon, this place had already been tightly surrounded by about 10,000 enthusiastic spectators, and more people were still coming here. As the king of Graycastle, he did not have to huddle together with the common people. The Ministry of Construction had built a stand next to the street a day before. There were around 100 seats on its platform, which were reserved for the senior officials of Neverwinter. Some soldiers of the First Army also were placed around the stand to ensure their safety. ¡°Your Majesty, here¡¯s the roster of the 1,462 participants.¡± Scroll came up with a thick stack of papers in hand. ¡°But due to the limited registration time, I only categorized the information and analyzed the data rudimentarily. If I had two more days¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright.¡± Roland waved his hand to stop Scroll. ¡°We are holding this sports meeting to boost people¡¯s morale for the expedition. We can¡¯t afford any delay.¡± When he glanced through the roster, he found out that Scroll was just being modest. In such a short time, she found out every participant¡¯s address and resume and recorded all the information in an orderly way. Roland believed no one else could do a better job. In the roster, he came across some familiar names. One was his old buddy, Yorko. Another one was Lucia¡¯s younger sister, Ring. He also saw the three alchemists from the former capital city¡¯s Alchemist Workshop. He was happy to see them approve the sports meeting¡¯s proverb, ¡°the most important thing is to participate¡±, as none of them had any chances of winning the game, even though there were no witches involved in this match. The names of the participants, who were more likely to win the race, were on the first page. Roland saw that the top two names were Ferlin Eltek and Carter Lannis. He asked Scroll, ¡°Do you think the champion is going to be either the Morning Light or my Chief Knight?¡± Scroll smoothed back her hair and replied with a smile. ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s almost time.¡± Barov, who was in a seat below, reminded him. ¡°Well, let¡¯s get started.¡± Roland put down the roster and picked up the telephone next to him. ¡­ Guelz wore a desert-style fighting robe and was warming up before the game. He asked Rohan, ¡°Do you know what the great chief is going to do to make all the participants in the two regions start running at the same time? The two starting lines are on the opposite sides of one another and all of us will run toward the middle of the street. Fairness is the most important thing in the holy duel. If this race is a little bit unfair, it¡¯ll damage the great chief¡¯s reputation.¡± ¡°Who knows. That doesn¡¯t matter at all.¡± Rohan complained in his heart before replying with a little embarrassment, ¡°Father¡­ Could you please take that headband off? And the fur around your waist¡­¡± He had never expected that a magic movie, The Wolf Princess, would¡¯ve influenced his father so deeply. They had spent a large sum of money to watch the movie, and since then, his father had become obsessed with the Wolf Princess. Recently, he had repeatedly praised Lorgar¡¯s beauty and reproached himself for asking her to cover her wolf parts to avoid criticisms. The movie made him realize how stupid and cowardly he was and regretted that he had not done his fatherly duty which was to accept and protect his daughter. Rohan understood his father¡¯s feelings, but he felt really uncomfortable seeing him dressed like this. Guelz wore a headband with a pair of toy wolf ears stitched on it. He also wrapped a strip of fur around his waist as a wolf tail. ¡°You¡¯re the chief of the Wildflame clan! If someone from the Port of Clearwater were to see you dressed so silly and if they were to pass it on to the Mojins, how would you face the other clan chiefs in the future?¡± Rohan yelled in his heart. ¡°This is my compensation for her. Don¡¯t ask me to take them off again,¡± said Guelz seriously. ¡°The courage she displayed in the magic movie made me feel ashamed. Stick to the road of your choice and never let anyone else¡¯s opinion shake your resolve. That¡¯s what I taught her, but I myself failed to do so. The best way to cope with criticism is to confront it. If more and more people are willing to accept this look, they won¡¯t think of Lorgar as a monster.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Rohan opened his mouth only to find out that he was lost for words. ¡°I heard you question the credibility of this match.¡± Suddenly, a voice came from behind. ¡°You aren¡¯t from here, right? You¡¯ve no idea how talented His Majesty is. He¡¯s invented something called the telephone to exchange instant messages with people from far away. And did you notice those things above?¡± Rohan turned his gaze toward the place the man pointed at and saw two big black cylinders up there. He could hardly think of how they were going to pass messages to the race participants. ¡°It¡¯s called a loudspeaker! It can magnify the sound by several dozens of times. There¡¯s another loudspeaker near the start line in Longsong District. They are both connected to His Majesty¡¯s telephone. In this way, he can give an order to all the participants at the same time,¡± the man explained proudly. ¡°Oh! That¡¯s great!¡± Guelz said while clapping his hands. ¡°As long as it¡¯s a fair game, I¡¯ll try my best to win the match!¡± ¡°By the way, uncle. Your body¡¯s really strong¡­ The winter¡¯s just ended so it¡¯s still quite chilly. Aren¡¯t you cold in that short robe?¡± The man looked at Guelz with interest. ¡°And this headband with wolf ears¡ª¡± ¡°Oh no, here it is¡­¡± Rohan closed his eyes in embarrassment. He assumed that the man was going to ridicule his father¡¯s outfit and that his father was going to feel awkward or furiously beat the man up. If that were to happen, they would inevitably make a bad impression on the great chief. ¡°You¡¯re cosplaying the Wolf Princess, aren¡¯t you? I like your outfit¡­¡± The man said. ¡°Can you tell me where to buy it?¡± What! ? Rohan could not believe his ears. ¡°Hahaha, this outfit¡­¡± When Guelz was about to answer the man, a harsh sizzling noise suddenly came out from the loudspeaker¡ª ¡°Good afternoon, everybody¡­ sizz¡­ I¡¯m Roland Wimbledon.¡± All the people in the street fell silent. ¡°I¡¯m sure you already know the rules of the game well. I just want to remind you that the result of the race is not the most important thing. You came here to challenge yourselves. As long as you do your best, you¡¯ll be your own hero, whether or not you make it to the end. Remember not to disturb your opponents or play any other tricks in this race. Just focus on your own journey and try to win a prize with your own strength.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll wait for you at the finish line. Wish you all do well in this game.¡± ¡°Now, please get ready.¡± ¡°Set, go!¡± Chapter 1064 - Ten Years of Persistence Chapter 1064: Ten Years of Persistence Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In Border District, hundreds of race participants started to run! They were greeted by cheers all along the Kingdom Main Street as they were running toward Longsong Stronghold. Some police officers who wore uniforms and bright ribbons, bicycled on both sides of the street, following the participants all the way. They worked as judges and relief workers for this long-distance race. The same situation occurred in Longsong District. For the first time in this world, more than a thousand people were running toward the same place at the same time. Not out of fear for their lives but to show their strength without any concerns. Undoubtedly, Neverwinter would gain a worldwide reputation for such an unprecedented event. Soon, everyone on the continent would know that the new king¡¯s city of Graycaslte organized the first long-distance race in the world. ¡­ At the finish line, on the grandstand, Lance was bending over the handrails, shouting and cheering. Cole turned toward Edith and asked, ¡°Sister, why didn¡¯t you join the race? If it¡¯s just about endurance, shouldn¡¯t you also be able to win a prize?¡± Cole noticed that after Lance came to Neverwinter, Edith seemed to be in a better mood and became much more talkative. Most of the time, she would not even tease him in front of their youngest brother. Otherwise, he would never dare to disturb Edith with such a trivial question. ¡°Oh?¡± Edith glanced sideways at him. ¡°Why do I have to win such a prize?¡± ¡°Uhm¡ª Didn¡¯t you really like this kind of competition before?¡± ¡°If you hadn¡¯t stood out from the competition, you would¡¯ve never become the Pearl of the Northern Region,¡± Cole thought. In his view, Edith was a super competitive person. Back in the Northern Region, she practiced fencing with knights in the daytime and shone brightly at banquets in the evening. She defeated countless knights single-handedly and attracted lots of admirers on social occasions. Even Timothy was attracted to her. After winning many fencing matches and outshining numerous ladies at banquets, she finally became a well-known figure in the Northern Region. Cole really could not understand why she suddenly started to keep a low profile and refused to join this long-distance race held by His Majesty. ¡°Because our family needed me to do that.¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°If I hadn¡¯t tried my best to increase the influence of the Kant family as quickly as possible, our father would¡¯ve never got the duke title. I had to do that, even if I needed to act like a clown in front of those idiots to win their favor.¡± She sneered before adding, ¡°Do you think I enjoyed it?¡± Cole could tell it was a threatening tone. ¡°No, I just¡­¡± ¡°But now, I don¡¯t have to rely on this kind of competition to grab the king¡¯s attention,¡± Edith continued, seemingly not minding what Cold previously said, which made the boy feel quite relieved. ¡°And¡­ I¡¯m not alone anymore.¡± Cole was stunned. ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Edith looked at Lance and Cole. ¡°I now have you guys, don¡¯t I?¡± Hearing that, Cole immediately thrust out his chest. He felt that he should say something at this moment, but he did not know what to say. Edith smiled at him and then turned her gaze toward the upper part of the grandstand. ¡°Do your job well. That¡¯ll be the greatest help to me.¡± ¡­ Guelz wheezed violently and began to slow down. ¡°How long¡­ do we still have to run?¡± ¡°The sign that we¡¯ve just passed reads fourteen. That is to say, we¡¯ve only run half the distance.¡± Rohan felt worried and asked. ¡°Father, are you alright? You¡¯re panting heavily. How about we stop here and rest for a while. Anyway, there are many people behind us now.¡± As Rohan had expected, not many people could keep running for more than an hour. The participants started running as a crowd, and then the crowd gradually turned into a line. At this moment, it was probably a dotted line. Guelz and Rohan were among the leading runners. Since the beginning of the game, only several participants had surpassed them. Given that, Rohan thought even if they were to take some rest here, they could still do well in the race. He did not care much about the prize. He was more worried about his father¡¯s health. Guelz had not taken any strenuous exercise for a long time, and this long-distance race turned out to be even more consuming than traveling across a desert. In a desert, they did not need to run very fast. They just followed a planned route and could get food and water from the oases along the way. In this race, however, they needed to use lots of energy to keep a certain speed. ¡°You want to give up again?¡± Guelz glared at Rohan. ¡°Because you¡¯re not the last one?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°Lorgar would never say anything like that. When are you going to become like her? Try your best to fight for a goal and never give up. Have you ever thought of winning the first prize?¡± Rohan usually chose to keep silent when he heard this kind of talk, but today he felt somewhat irritated. He complained in his heart. How can I defeat Lorgar? Should I put some poison in her cup? Or publicly expose her half-animal look? Otherwise, how else can I defeat a Divine Lady favored by the Three Gods? I can not even defeat our family¡¯s Chief Bodyguard! In order to maintain Wildflame¡¯s rank in the Iron Sand City, the clan worshiped outstanding warriors. That was why everyone thought Lorgar was the best successor. Faced with such a reality, Rohan chose to back down to avoid intra-clan conflicts. He did this for the entire clan¡¯s interests, but his father did not seem to appreciate it. He really could not understand why his father always neglected his contribution to the clan. He had felt oppressed about this for a long time, and now, he thought he really had enough of it. Besides, he was quite embarrassed by his father¡¯s wolf girl outfit. Under such circumstances, for the first time in his life, Rohan cried out to his father, ¡°I¡¯m worried about you! If it wasn¡¯t for you, I would be at the lead now!¡± He felt regret as soon as he finished saying this. It sounded like he was reproaching his father for dragging him down. When he was about to say something to make up for his mistake before his father flew into a rage, Guelz said, ¡°Well then, you can run by yourself.¡± ¡°Father, I mean¡­¡± Rohan turned his head to look at Guelz. To his surprise, he saw a smiling face. ¡°Is this the first time you took the initiative to reveal your thoughts?¡± Guelz sighed. ¡°You¡¯re right. I¡¯m too old for this race now, no matter how strong I used to be.¡± He paused for a moment before adding, ¡°You can leave me alone and do your best. You¡¯re really good at running, aren¡¯t you?¡± Rohan was frozen with shock. ¡°There¡¯s an old saying in the clan. If you practice a thing for ten years, you¡¯ll excel in it, no matter how stupid you are.¡± Guelz paused and then added slowly, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll walk to the finish line.¡± Rohan clenched his fists. After a brief silence, he said in a low voice, ¡°Then I¡¯ll go first.¡± ¡°Wait,¡± Guelz stopped him as he was about to speed up. ¡°Put these two things on.¡± ¡°Father¡ª¡± ¡°Even though Lorgar had already left the Southern Territory, she¡¯s still a part of the Wildflame clan and your little sister. We should try our best to help her.¡± Guelz put the headband on Rohan¡¯s head and continued, ¡°Go ahead, show the great chief what we Mojins can do.¡± Rohan looked at his father quietly and then sped off. As he was picking up the speed, he felt that the wind blowing past him was getting stronger and stronger. At first, he could hear the spectators exclaim in admiration, but now, he could only hear the wind whistling. He did not feel tired at all. He thought he could run even faster. At the moment, he felt full of energy. He was delighted to know that his father has always kept an eye on him! In order to guarantee Lorgar¡¯s status, he suffered countless criticisms, both inside and outside of the clan. Whenever he felt overwhelmed by the pressure, he would leave the Iron Sand City to run in the small oases alone. He did this not only to vent his resentment but also to prove himself. He was not good at fighting, but he thought he might be able to outshine his sister in hunting, which required endurance rather than strength. Unfortunately, he never got a chance to do it. Rohan thought that no one noticed his attempt at proving himself, but now he knew he was wrong. ¡°You¡¯re really good at running, aren¡¯t you?¡± ¡°If you practice a thing for ten years, you¡¯ll excel in it, no matter how stupid you are.¡± His father¡¯s words reverberated in his heart. Father, you knew it from the very beginning, didn¡¯t you? Feeling encouraged, Rohan ran even faster. He still remembered the day when he had first started running in the oases. Ten years had passed since that day! Chapter 1065 - The Champion Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Look, that¡¯s him, Morning Light!¡± shouted someone at the roadside. ¡°Where is he?¡± ¡°He¡¯s the one there in front!¡± After a girl pointed out where Ferlin Eltek was, the crowd started to get excited. ¡°It is him! I thought I would never see him again after he left his teaching job.¡± ¡°Wow, he looked at me!¡± ¡°Come on, Mr. Eltek!¡± Many people cheered for this tall handsome man, Ferlin Eltek, who still maintained a steady pace during the final leg of the race. Although he looked tired, he still smiled back at the people who cheered for him along the way, and he even waved to his former students. All his fans were completely smitten by him. Seeing this, Honey, who followed the Border District participants all along way, started to think about her race report. Ferlin Eltek, widely known as the Morning Light, works in the General Staff Department. He was a very popular knight and then a very popular intermediate teacher. Now, it seems that he¡¯s about to become the champion of the long-distance race. If that happens, how should I write the report title? ¡°¡®Today, Thousands of Girls in Neverwinter Fell for a Man¡¯, how do you like this title?¡± ¡°Ugh¡­ Are you asking me?¡± Vader, who was riding a bicycle, carrying Honey, panted and said, ¡°Thousands of girls? Doesn¡¯t that sound too exaggerated?¡± Though Honey looked like a little girl, Vader dared not to look down upon her, since she was in charge of the Ministry of Public Relations and Communications and reported directly to the king. He also knew that she was a close friend of Wendy, the manager of the Witch Union. He had worked at the bottom of a patrol team for several years and had learned his lesson. He would never offend a person in such a high position. Given that, he had warmly received Honey and had immediately agreed to her request to take a ride on his bike. Since Carter took part in the race, Vader was in charge of security for the race. He often acted on Carter¡¯s behalf to handle matters in the police force when the Chief Knight was away. As an experienced policeman, he clearly understood the importance of intelligence. If the Security Bureau wanted to eliminate all the hidden dangers and threats to His Majesty and the kingdom, they needed the best information service in the country, which could only be provided by Honey. Therefore, he decided to try his best to impress this witch. ¡°You don¡¯t worry too much about the details,¡± Honey smacked her lips and said. ¡°Would you want to immediately read the whole story if you came across a title like that?¡± ¡°Yes, I would,¡± Vader replied honestly. ¡°So that¡¯s why,¡± The little girl said and then whistled cheerfully. At that moment, they heard different voices cry out from the crowd. ¡°Don¡¯t you think the second runner is also very¡­ handsome?¡± a lady said while covering her mouth with a hand. ¡°You noticed him too? I think he looks even better than the Morning Light.¡± Another woman echoed and so did lots of people around them. ¡°I know him! He¡¯s the king¡¯s Chief Knight, Carter Lannis! Look at the royal emblem on his cloak!¡± ¡°Oh, the king¡¯s Chief Knight! No wonder he looks so great!¡± ¡°But he¡¯s cold toward everyone, as if we owed him a big debt¡­¡± ¡°Alas, you¡¯re just too young to understand it. Cool and talented men are more attractive.¡± ¡°Look, he¡¯s catching up!¡± ¡°Come on, Chief Knight¡ª¡± Carter Lannis had served in the knightage of the old King¡¯s City. He followed Prince Roland to Border Town and was among the founding members of Neverwinter. It was said that he could compete with an Extraordinary witch. Scroll thought this outstanding warrior was one of the favorites to win the race. Honey wrote down all the messages brought back by her birds. Carter increased his pace, rapidly shortening the distance between him and Ferlin. The cheer he received was as loud as any given to Morning Light. Honey found that she needed to change the title of her report. After a moment of thinking, she began to write cheerfully. ¡ª¡±Who¡¯s the Final Winner? The Battle Between Two Handsome Men¡± ¡­ Carter had a burning feeling in his chest. In order to let May spot him easily, he had put on a bright ribbon and a knight¡¯s cloak. He had thought that these things were as light as a feather, but now he felt that they were as heavy as a mountain. He felt as if they were pulling him backward while was running against a wind. Despite that, he still refused to take them off. Because they were hand-made by May. Carter hoped to cross the finish line in this outfit before Morning Light. He had heard some rumors about Ferlin and May from the troupe members. Morning Light had become a household name in the Western Region long before Prince Roland came here. Back then, everyone had thought that he and the Star of the Western Region could not be more perfectly matched. It was said that May had feelings for Morning Light, but Ferlin had already fallen in love with a new actress, Irene. Carter had never heard May mention it, but he somehow still held a grudge against Ferlin. What¡¯s so great about Morning Light? May liked you just because she didn¡¯t have a chance to meet me back then. Carter wanted to prove to everyone that he was the best for May! That was why he wanted to overtake Ferlin Eltek so badly. Carter tensed his muscles and quickened his pace. Ferlin was only half a step ahead of him. And he could see the stand beside the finish line now. It was time for a final push! Suddenly, he heard someone else rapidly approaching behind him. Is there someone who can catch up with us? How is this possible? In the first hour of the race, Ferlin and I left all the other participants in the dust. No one should have been able to catch up with us. Even if he deliberately saved energy at the beginning of the race, he should¡¯ve started to speed up little by little a long time ago. Sprinting consumes much more energy than running at a consistent pace! Carter could not help looking back. ¡°Wait¡­ What¡¯s that?¡± He saw a strangely dressed man approaching him at an incredibly fast speed. From the man¡¯s skin color and tattoos, he could tell that he was a Mojin, but he had never seen a Mojin man with a tail and a pair of long ears on his head. Is he trying to gain strength by imitating some wild beast? He shuddered at the thought, and then dashed toward the finish line as fast as he could, as if a dreadful monster was after him. Ferlin, Carter, and Rohan crossed the finish line at almost the same time. The spectators burst into cheers. Did I¡­ win? The Chief Knight thought while panting heavily. Because of inertia, he continued to run several dozens of meters before he finally stopped. After he stopped, he immediately looked up toward the stand. Roland Wimbledon stood up. ¡°Congratulations! You¡¯ve successfully completed the long-distance race and achieved great results!¡± the king spoke to all the people through the loudspeaker. ¡°The game is not over, but we¡¯ve got the top three runners now. They are¡ª¡± Carter swallowed hard. ¡°Carter Lannis, who finished in third place.¡± Hearing that, the Chief Knight closed his eyes in great disappointment. *Oh, hell, was I still a little bit slower than Morning Light? * ¡°Rohan Burnflame, a Mojin man, who finished in second place.¡± Roland paused for a moment, giving the spectators a moment to cheer. When the crowd quieted down, he raised his voice again. ¡°And the champion is Sunflower from Longsong District! Let¡¯s give them a warm round of applause!¡± ¡°Huh¡­ who¡¯s she?¡± While everyone else was shouting and clapping their hands, Carter, Ferlin, and Rohan stood agape. On the side of the street, Honey closed her notebook and hopped off Vader¡¯s bike. ¡°I¡¯ve finished today¡¯s report. Thank you very much.¡± ¡°Did you decide on the headline?¡± Vader asked. ¡°Yeah, I did.¡± She smiled before adding, ¡°I¡¯ll just directly write out the results.¡± It was already eye-catching enough. ¡ª¡±The First Victory Day Games Concluded Successfully: A Twenty-year-old Girl, Sunflower, Won First Place.¡± Chapter 1066 - The Prewar Speech Chapter 1066: The Prewar Speech Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Wow, it¡¯s fantastic,¡± Barov exclaimed while stoking his beard. ¡°I never expected a long-distance race to be so thrilling!¡± ¡°Indeed. I felt my heart racing when those three guys were running neck-and-neck toward the finish line,¡± said Petrov, the governor of Longsong District. ¡°Unfortunately, only the champion can get the souvenir badge. What a pity.¡± ¡°Is it really a pity for you?¡± The City Hall Director smiled before adding, ¡°The champion is from Longsong District. If I were you, I couldn¡¯t have too many regrets like that.¡± ¡°Come on, Ms. Sunflower was just lucky. If nothing else, you¡¯ll get what you want at next year¡¯s Victory Day Games.¡± ¡°Really? I¡¯m a little worried that something unexpected will happen.¡± ¡°Aha, if it happens all the time, then it¡¯s not an unexpected thing.¡± Hearing these two veteran politicians, who had a 20-year age difference, having a nice chat with many subtle jabs woven in, Roland thought, ¡°Well, well, you guys are so well-matched. Both of you are amazingly skilled at debate.¡± After Roland announced the top three runners of the race, all the spectators felt more relaxed. They continued talking about the match in low voices, while waiting for the other participants to cross the finish line. Apparently, everyone was deeply attracted to this sports competition, which catered to their desire to see people push themselves to the limit of human endurance. Even the witches, who had superhuman abilities, were caught up in the competition. Seeing the girls so excited, Roland could not help smiling. Considering that their magical powers might discourage regular people from participating, he forbad them and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches from taking part in the race. But now, he was thinking that he should hold a special game for the witches. What will happen if I organize a special sports competition for them? ¡°Is this what sporting events look like in your previous world?¡± Anna¡¯s voice interrupted his thought. ¡°In the first half of the race, you seemed a little bit distracted.¡± ¡°Because I couldn¡¯t see or hear what was happening in the race,¡± Roland sighed. ¡°Are you saying that there was a way to instantly let people know what was happening during a match in your previous world?¡± Anna¡¯s eyes shone with excitement. ¡°How did you do that?¡± ¡°That¡¯s a little bit complicated,¡± he replied with a smile. ¡°Do you remember the television that I told you?¡± Despite the race not being broadcast live on television or having someone to give a running commentary, it was still a successful event. It was exciting and suspenseful, with its result being totally unexpected. It attracted lots of spectators and many participants in this game had his or her own unique style, such as Carter, who wore a knight¡¯s cloak, or Rohan, who cosplayed the wolf girl, both of whom were among the most talked-about figures today. As for the champion, Sunflower, she also seemed to have legendary life experiences. According to Scroll¡¯s roster, she had been a Rat on Black Street, and then she became a mail carrier after Roland took control of Longsong Stronghold. Since then, she had been running in the streets and lanes of Longsong District every day to deliver mail. Because of this, she outshone all her opponents and won this long-distance race. She was not as strong as Ferlin, Carter or Rohan, but she was the champion. This result was completely outside of everyone¡¯s expectations, but it pleased Roland. Her victory embodied the hope of many ordinary workers and made them believe that hard work could really change their fate. ¡­ When the sun began to set, the first National Sports Event was drawing to an end. The spectators flocked to the stands to watch the award ceremony. For Roland, this was the most important part of today¡¯s event. He stood up and nodded to Echo, then stepped forward to stand at the front of the stage. Neverwinter was going to wage a war against demons in the Taquila ruins. To boost his people¡¯s morale, he decided to give a prewar speech to them at this ceremony. He looked down and saw a sea of faces. Seeing the king, the crowd gradually quieted down. ¡°Citizens of Graycastle, you¡¯ve just witnessed a miraculous race. In less than four hours, many participants ran 28 kilometers, which is exactly half the length of Kingdom Main Street.¡± ¡°I want to remind you all, especially the new residents, that in the past, it took us at least three days to travel from Border Town to Longsong Stronghold and we had to travel day and night to do so. Back then, if someone told you that he could run to Longsong Stronghold in a day, you would think it was a joke. But today, you¡¯ve witnessed it!¡± ¡°Citizens of Graycastle, you¡¯ve already created many miracles. You¡¯re able to run 28 kilometers in less than four hours. You¡¯re capable of building roads through mountains and many other great projects in this city. For you, anything is possible and nothing can stop you from achieving greater success!¡± The crowd burst into cheers. Roland paused to give the people a sign to quiet down. After that, he continued, ¡°Now, we¡¯re faced with a brand new challenge, demons. We¡¯ve arrived at a crucial juncture in our war against them. Soon, the First Army will go deep into the Fertile Plains and wage war against the demons at Taquila once again.¡± ¡°Demons are the most brutal and greedy invaders we¡¯ve met. They¡¯ve destroyed many thriving kingdoms and massacred millions of people. Wherever they have been, cities and towns crumbled into ruin, and bodies were piled up like hills!¡± ¡°So we must fight before such a disaster strikes!¡± ¡°We will fight them on land; we will fight them on the sea; we will fight them in the sky. We will fight until demons no longer exist in this world. And then, no one will threaten our survival anymore!¡± ¡°I¡¯m so glad to spot some Mojins and people from other lands among you. I enjoy seeing you dispel prejudices and barriers and to form a close-knit community. I promise you that this is going to be the new normal! Demons intend to eliminate all human beings, men, women, and children, no matter where you come from or how old you are. In this war, we fight not only for Graycastle, but we fight for the entire human race!¡± ¡°My fellow citizens, when you feel fear in front of dreadful enemies, think about today¡¯s miracle. As long as we have faith in each other and stick together to the end, we will certainly win!¡± ¡°Now, let¡¯s welcome the top 10 runners to the stage to receive their awards!¡± Roland announced loudly. The crowd burst into cheers once again, and this time, the people cheered much louder and longer. The ceaseless cheers and applause reverberated around the stands. ¡°The great chief is such a good speaker¡­¡± Guelz, who stood beside the stand, took a deep breath and said, ¡°I can¡¯t wait to go into battle after hearing his speech.¡± He looked at Rohan and asked, ¡°Are you ready to go on stage and receive your prize?¡± ¡°Father, but I¡­¡± Rohan bit his lip and looked sad. ¡°But you didn¡¯t win first prize?¡± Guelz grinned and rubbed his son¡¯s head. ¡°You tried your best. That¡¯s enough. Go up there and stand tall. Let everyone marvel at what the successor of the Wildflame clan has achieved.¡± Rohan was startled. He looked at his father quietly and then nodded his head vigorously. He strode toward the stage and did not feel embarrassed to be wearing the wolf girl outfit anymore. Guelz watched his back in the glow of the setting sun. He found that his son looked tall and confident now, just like Lorgar. Chapter 1067 - The Person Pursuing Miracles Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ ¡°Good gracious, it¡¯s really you!¡± When Sunflower stepped down from the stands with a bag full of gold royals in her hand, she heard a familiar voice. She turned around and a smile fluttered over her face. ¡°Hey, Tigerclaw!¡± ¡°Haha, it has been such a long time, Sunflower!¡± The big man gave her a big hug and patted her on the back heartily. ¡°When His Majesty announced that name, I thought it was someone else. I didn¡¯t expect you would defeat the Chief Knight and Morning Light. You really surprised me! Hang on¡­ you look plumper, don¡¯t you?¡± Sunflower pushed Tigerclaw away and punched him in the chest smilingly. She immediately shot back, ¡°Oh, shut up! I¡¯m just a little plumpy. Do you actually like the skinny me better?¡± ¡°No, I like you to be a bit plumpy.¡± Tigerclaw whistled. ¡°At least, you look more like a girl.¡± With these words, he studied Sunflower up and down and said, ¡°But you did change a lot, to be honest¡­ I wasn¡¯t even sure if it was really you on stage earlier.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Sunflower shrugged. ¡°My hair has gotten longer, and I eat more, too. Didn¡¯t you get bigger as well?¡± ¡°I work out at the construction site every day!¡± said Tigerclaw as he lifted his arm triumphantly. ¡°Sun¡­sun¡­ Sunflower, wait for me.¡± Dawn pushed his way through the crowd, completely out of breath. ¡°Hey, isn¡¯t it Tigerclaw?¡± ¡°See? This guy hasn¡¯t changed much. He¡¯s as skinny as he used to be.¡± Tigerclaw also gave him a crushing hug and said, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you ran all the way here.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ be gentle,¡± Dawn replied with a bitter smile. ¡°The caravan offered me a ride. If Sunflower didn¡¯t force me to come with her, I wouldn¡¯t have bothered taking such a trip.¡± ¡°Are you a merchant now?¡± ¡°Just an errandboy.¡± Dawn scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. ¡°He knows how to read and write.¡± Sunflower cut in while twitching her lips. ¡°As he was a fast learner in the elementary school, a Chamber of Commerce hired him right after the exam. Now, he deals with accounting books every day and is living very comfortably.¡± ¡°I see. it¡¯s good that you came. I¡¯m happy to see you guys.¡± Tigerclaw laughed. ¡°Let¡¯s have a sip in Neverwinter tonight. We should celebrate Sunflower¡¯s victory!¡± ¡°Sounds good, but¡­¡± Dawn looked around and asked, ¡°Where¡¯s Snaketooth? Didn¡¯t he come for the competition?¡± Sunflower¡¯s heart suddenly started to pound in her throat. She had wanted to ask the same question for a long time, but she tried not to look so eager. So, she turned to Tigerclaw and tried to sound as airy as possible. ¡°I hope he¡¯s not annoyed that you totally ditched him and went back.¡± ¡°Oh him¡­ He went to build the railways at Misty Forest.¡± Tiger said drawly. ¡°Although it¡¯s well paid, the work is too dangerous. What¡¯s the point of trading your own life for money? I don¡¯t understand him. He used to be happy even with just living down in the drainage. Now he¡¯s fussy about a real dwelling and insists on a double-roomed house.¡± ¡°Because a double-roomed house can provide a cozy home for a family rather than just a shelter,¡± thought Sunflower bitterly. Then she said, ¡°He did so obviously for Paper.¡± ¡°Paper?¡± Tigerclaw asked blankly. ¡°Hey, how can you forget Paper?¡± Dawn nudged him in his ribs. ¡°She¡¯s our friend.¡± ¡°I know, but what does it have to do with her?¡± Tigerclaw was confused. ¡°Paper has joined the Witch Union and is now living in the Castle District. She doesn¡¯t need an extra house. And silly Snaketooth¡­ he saw Paper many times but didn¡¯t even have the guts to say hello to her. He even pulled me aside to dodge her. Now Paper doesn¡¯t even know we¡¯re here.¡± ¡°What?¡± Sunflower was stunned. ¡°Haven¡¯t you met Paper yet in the past two years?¡± Tigerclaw shook his head off-handedly. ¡°Hahaha.¡± Sunflower grinned broadly. ¡°Then he¡¯s silly indeed!¡± For some reason, Sunflower felt much relieved as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She had to fight the urge to jump into the air and whoop. ¡°Sunflower, keep your voice down.¡± Dawn reminded her while feeling a little uneased. ¡°People are watching us.¡± But Sunflower did not care about it at all. She waved at the crowd who smiled back. Everybody undoubtedly viewed her as Ms. Champion. ¡°It feels so good to be a celebrity¡­¡± Tigerclaw remarked impressively. ¡°Two years ago, I would have never thought we¡¯d be famous one day.¡± ¡°I¡¯m more interested in the 100 gold royals than fame.¡± Dawn apparently had a different opinion. ¡°We can invest the money in some businesses. We would definitely earn more than working for others. Even if we know nothing about starting a business, we can partner with a member of the Chamber of Commerce. If it works out, we can practically earn money by doing nothing¡­¡± ¡°No, I want to buy a house.¡± Sunflower interjected. ¡°In the Border Area.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Dawn was astonished. ¡°This is a perfect opportunity! Do you know how long it would take to earn 100 gold royals if we start from scratch?¡± ¡°I know, but I¡¯ve made up my mind,¡± Sunflower said resolutely. ¡°Then what about your job?¡± ¡°I¡¯m also planning to purchase a bicycle,¡± Sunflower went on. ¡°You see, it¡¯s so convenient to have a bicycle. It would only take a day¡­ no, half a day to ride to the Longsong Area from here. Plus, many people from these two areas write letters. I can probably earn more with a bicycle.¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Dawn gazed at her for a long time. At length, he sighed resignedly and said, ¡°Fine. I¡¯ve never managed to persuade you anyway.¡± Sunflower gave a faint smile. She remembered what it had been like two years ago. It was on the day of their departure. They had been at the dock when she had asked Snakestooth if he and Paper would ever come back, but nobody had given an answer. At that time, she had the impression that she would never see him again. Longsong Stronghold was so far away from Border Town that she felt there was a world between them, even though the two cities had merged into one. They had never been anywhere farther than the landfill outside Longsong Stronghold. And Border Town was somewhere even farther away. Tempted by the huge reward given to the champion of the sports meeting, Sunflower had finally made her decision to come to Longsong Stronghold. It was actually her first time setting foot on the Kingdom Main Street. To inject more courage into herself, she had also asked Dawn to join her. Sunflower was actually more surprised at how close the two cities were to each other than her winning the championship. The distance was absolutely shorter than she had anticipated. It was a straight flat road without any curves, twists or portholes like many mountain roads. For the first time of her life, she had realized that it really was a city. So, why did she have to wait for Snaketooth to come back? She could just go there herself. Just as His Majesty had said. People needed to break through the impossible because no one knew whether there would be a miracle unless they tried. ¡°Let¡¯s find a tavern and have a drink,¡± suggested Sunflower as she patted her money pouch. ¡°Yay!¡± Tigerclaw wrung his fist out in excitement. ¡°Too bad Snaketooth isn¡¯t here. He¡¯ll miss all the fun.¡± ¡°Remember to store the money away in the hotel.¡± Dawn reminded Sunflower. ¡°Just take four or five gold royals with you!¡± ¡°Got it,¡± said Sunflower smilingly. She didn¡¯t know the outcome but she was willing to give it a shot. She started to like the feeling of pursuing a miracle. Chapter 1068 - A Torch Run Chapter 1068: A Torch Run Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The next morning after the sports meeting, Roland entered the parlor and met the officials who were waiting there. They all rose as Roland came in. ¡°Please take a seat,¡± said Roland as he seated himself in the host chair. He surveyed the room before speaking solemnly, ¡°You¡¯ve probably all learnt about the reason for this meeting. I now declare that the war has officially begun!¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t something you just throw onto the armies. As of this moment, I require every governmental body and every department director of the Administrative Office to have a basic understanding of the war as well as the future political and military trend. I require every one of you to work hard and fight this prolonged battle together!¡± The whip was in Roland¡¯s voice. ¡°We¡¯ve had many great achievements since the establishment of Neverwinter. However, nothing would last if we lose the Battle of Divine Will. If we fail to take the Taquila ruins, the Red Mist will spread throughout the whole continent in no time. By then, nothing would be able to stop the demons. Therefore, we must win. We lose, we fail!¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Barov and the others shouted in a chorus. ¡°Very well.¡± Roland then turned to Edith and said, ¡°Now the General Staff will talk about the detailed tactics and strategies.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region replied as she stood up. She placed her hand on her chest gracefully and continued, ¡°I¡¯ll have to use the big map for my presentation.¡± She walked to Roland and tapped the map of the Western Region on the wall behind her. After numerous amendments and additions, the map portrayed more than half of the inhabited Barbarian Land, and Neverwinter had become a tiny dot on the edge of the map rather than in its center. Anybody who looked at the map would soon realize how small a thing a man was. This was also one of Roland¡¯s primary goals while drafting the map. He wanted his ministers and officials to understand the littleness of human beings and thus focus on the long-term goal instead of immediate gains. Edith went straight to the point. ¡°First of all, we need you all to know that this upcoming battle will be different from any of the ones we¡¯ve had in the past. I want everybody to understand that this will be a prolonged war.¡± The vision blocking tactic used in the battle at the North Slope would not work anymore. Since the Taquila ruins were much farther from the Misty Forest than the destroyed outpost, it would take months to build the railways there. As such, the demons would definitely notice what they were doing. As the demons had an absolute positional advantage on the vast continent, Roland decided to take the advantage of his military strength and have a direct fight with the demons instead of launching a surprise attack. Beyond a doubt, this was going to be a battle between the attacking and the defending. Nobody was surprised at Edith¡¯s proposal, as they had all known the plan beforehand. Only Barov raised a question. ¡°How long do you estimate this war will take?¡± ¡°That depends on how fierce the counterattack is,¡± Edith answered nonchalantly. ¡°The General Staff has asked the Taquila witches to conduct several maneuvers. Suppose the demons fight in the same way they did during the Battle of North Slope and attack us once a week, we would be able to slam the Longsong Cannons in their faces within three months.¡± ¡°But they aren¡¯t stupid, and they certainly won¡¯t make the same mistake over and over again.¡± ¡°Exactly. I anticipate that the demons would soon realize what the railways are used for. Perhaps, they would even detect the railways at the rear of Misty Forest. But we are also taking precautions. Since there are a lot of variables in a battle, I hope the Administrative Office will allocate the resources based on the worst possible scenario.¡± ¡°And the worst scenario is¡­?¡± asked Barov as he drew his brows together. ¡°From spring all the way to winter, until the arrival of the Months of Demons,¡± said Edith flatly. ¡°Then doesn¡¯t that mean we¡¯ve failed already?¡± Barov the chief grimaced. ¡°This doesn¡¯t meet His Majesty¡¯s requirement.¡± ¡°As long as we don¡¯t retreat, the battle isn¡¯t over. We are just deadlocked.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region smiled faintly. ¡°The battle will continue after the snow melts.¡± Seeing all the directors from the Administrative Office look a bit apprehensive, Edith comforted them, ¡°But this is highly unlikely, for we produce bullets way faster than the demons reproduce themselves. This is just the worst scenario.¡± Barov said meditatively, ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll need to collect food from all the other regions of the country for a war reserve stock. As Golden Twos are currently grown in all parts of the kingdom, I believe there will be a lot of excesses this year. These excesses would sustain the First Army for a year.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t be a problem,¡± Sirius Daly, the Minister of Agriculture replied. ¡°I¡¯ll let all the local city halls know.¡± ¡°The plan for the Ministry of Chemical Industry needs a bit of adjustment as well,¡± Barov continued. ¡°We¡¯ll need more gunpowder and explosives.¡± ¡°We only have this many people. The production of gunpowder and explosives won¡¯t go up unless we decrease the production of perfumes and soap.¡± Kyle Sichi, the Minister of Chemical Industry said off-handedly. ¡°Perhaps we can loan some alchemy apprentices from the neighboring country to support Graycastle¡­¡± Kyle suggested as he looked at Roland. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that there are many alchemical workshops in the Kingdom of Dawn, although none of them are in the City of Glow. But if Your Majesty requests, I¡¯m sure the King of Dawn would fully support you and allow you to have these people as long as you need them. Besides¡­ there are over 100 soldiers from the First Army stationed around Cage Mountain. You may also get some alchemists from the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter.¡± ¡°Sounds like a plan.¡± Roland nodded in satisfaction. ¡°I want a proposal from you.¡± He was very pleased with Kyle¡¯s answer. Roland had initially thought that it would probably take two to three years to see the result of his political reform when he had united the kingdom. After all, it was very hard to change a person¡¯s mindset. For decades, these officials had been used to submitting to the rule of their lords and sticking to the tradition that no lords should interfere with the affairs of other domains. All of sudden, however, they had been given the opportunity to manage all the other regions in the country. Such a drastic change must have been overwhelming. Yet he had underestimated the magic of power. When a person was suddenly granted considerable power, he would naturally attempt to exercise it even though he might not be able to see the implication behind it. The best example was Barov. Not only did he think of the Kingdom of Dawn, but he also planned to obtain more resources from farther locations with the help of the military. After everybody finished their discussion, Edith continued, ¡°It¡¯s not enough just to destroy the demons¡¯ encampment. Due to some reasons, we have to exterminate them. Therefore, we need to cut off the enemies¡¯ retreat before the general offensive, including their air force and ground force, and only the witches can do that.¡± ¡°Some¡­ reasons?¡± Barov sounded confused. ¡°It would put the witches in great danger if they stayed at the rear.¡± ¡°Because of the curse.¡± Roland cut in. ¡°There¡¯s a Senior Demon among the enemies who can put magic curses on us from a distance. I haven¡¯t figured out how it does that yet, but it might be very similar to Blackveil, the Church witch. If it escapes, the First Army would be doomed. Even if we do win, it would be just barely.¡± Everybody in the hall sucked in their breath. The witch, Blackveil, was notorious for her incredible but powerful killing method. She could put a person to death instantly with a mere eye contact. More than 700 people from the First Army had been killed upon her fatal stare. It was the biggest loss the Army had suffered since its establishment. If the demon could also kill people through eye contacts, needless to say, they should eradicate this threat as soon as possible. Roland cast a glance at Lightning at the end of the long table who hanged her head miserably before he let out a silent sigh. He completely understood how she felt. Lightning was mortified to see that all the other witches would have to risk their lives for her sake. But they had no better choice. Roland rose to his feet and said, ¡°Anyway, the purpose of this expedition is to eliminate the threat posed by the Obelisk before the Battle of Divine Will while at the same time weakening the demons. The operation code is ¡®Torch¡¯, which not only represents our hope to destroy our enemies but also the light that brightens up the Fertile Plains. Please do your best to expand the territory of Graycastle!¡± Everybody stood up and bowed respectfully. They shouted in a chorus, ¡°As you command, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 1069 - In the Name of the Aerial Knight Chapter 1069: In the Name of the Aerial Knight Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Inside the pilot training school in Neverwinter. ¡°Hurry up! Hurry up! Keep your balance!¡± ¡°Your legs are even shakier than a baby¡¯s!¡± ¡°Keep straight. Watch where you¡¯re heading!¡± ¡°Hey, where are you going? Do I really have put some braziers on either side of the walkway to make you all be more careful!¡± ¡°Not here, not on the plank, otherwise I¡¯ll have to make you lick your vomit off it!¡± ¡°Next, Good!¡± ¡°Here!¡± Good shuddered when he heard his name being called. He took a deep breath and seated himself in a swivel chair. The stern face of Eagle Face, the instructor, came into his sight. Good could not even stand having mere eye contact with him. It was rumored Eagle Face had once been the commander of the garrison in the Northern Region before he had returned to Neverwinter. He had immediately taken the internal military assessment and became a member of the reserve Aerial Knights. This meant that Eagle Face had not only participated in the war against the church but had also sacrificed his vacations for the new trainees. In other words, he was strict to both others and himself. Good felt very uncomfortable under his penetrating stare. As soon as he sat down, his two friends, Finkin and Hinds grouped up. Good saw them cast him a sorrowful look. The next moment, the chair started to spin rapidly. This was the most painful training session for the reserve pilots. There was a plank five meters long, as wide as a palm, in front of the chair, which Eagle Face called a ¡°footbridge¡±. All the trainees had to walk the ¡°footbridge¡± as steadily as possible after spinning in the chair for half a minute. Due to the loss of balance, the whole world became a swirl of color after he slid off the chair. He could barely stand still, let alone crossing the ¡°footbridge¡±. Eagle Face would usually train ten people at a time, and the person who got the lowest grade would be subject to punishment such as ¡°cleaning the washroom¡± and ¡°weeding the yard¡±. Sometimes, he would pick a weekend and have the poor guy sit in the spinning chair for a whole day as a way of disciplining. Unfortunately, Good had once been that unlucky person. As a result, he had ended up throwing up in his dormitory at dinner time. He did not want to experience this for a second time. ¡°Stop!¡± The chair immediately stopped as Eagle Face announced the magic word. Good struggled to get off the chair. ¡°Hurry up! Don¡¯t dawdle. Walk!¡± Good raised his head with his teeth clenched. He stepped on the plank shakily and started to walk toward the other end of the ¡°footbridge¡±. After more than ten days of practice, he had found a little trick to succeed in the task. He noticed that he would be more likely to lose his balance if he constantly watched his steps. The best way to cross the ¡°footbridge¡± was to look ahead and use his body¡¯s memory to control his strides. In fact, his feet touched the solid ground before he realized it. ¡°That¡¯s, that¡¯s amazing¡­¡± ¡°He didn¡¯t miss a single step!¡± ¡°He¡¯s the first person who did it, isn¡¯t he?¡± The crowd behind him broke into a loud buzz. He turned around and looked at Eagle Face. There was a rare smile on his gaunt grim face. ¡°Well done. It seems that you aren¡¯t completely hopeless.¡± ¡°ButÒ»¡± he paused for a second and his tone instantly dropped, ¡°there has been only one person who passed the test up to this date, which means this group is the worst of them all. Princess Tilly said the Aerial Knights should be one in a million. If you don¡¯t want to be an errand boy for the rest of your life, put yourself together and train harder. Take a five-minute break and we¡¯ll start again!¡± Everybody wailed at the announcement. ¡°Hey, how did you do that?¡± Finkin asked Good while winking. ¡°Just walk the way you normally do like when you aren¡¯t dizzy.¡± ¡°Really? How?¡± Hinds rejoined. ¡°Are you saying to live the lie in your head?¡± Both Finkin and Hinds had passed the initial assessment and joined the reserve together with Good. As the three were in the same training group, they had soon become very close friends. ¡°Just do what I said. We just need a pass.¡± Good tapped Hind¡¯s head. ¡°This method probably doesn¡¯t work for the smart ones, but I think it should work for you guys.¡± ¡°Get over yourself,¡± Finkin retorted with a little irritation. ¡°You just succeeded once. Stop bragging.¡± ¡°Do you want to make a bet? I bet I¡¯ll walk over the bridge for another three¡­ no, five times!¡± ¡°If you do, I¡¯ll do all your laundry this week!¡± ¡°Including my underpants?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± ¡°Hey, you guys stop arguing,¡± Hinds cut in. ¡°What I really care about is¡ª can we really become an Aerial Knight after this training program?¡± Good and Finkin instantly fell silent. In fact, this was the very problem that bothered all the trainees. All the training they had received so far, including walking the footbridge, passing the rotating wheel, and learning wind directions, were more like an acrobatic show than proper military training. Furthermore, Princess Tilly was supposed to teach them in person, but in the end, she had simply taught some senior officers from the First Army and asked those officers to teach them. The training was pretty intense. They had to go through physical training during the daytime and learn to read and write at night. Although Princess Tilly had made her promise to all of them, they still doubted the credibility of her words. However, nobody dared raise the question to the sulky, unapproachable instructor. ¡°Who knows?¡± Finkin said with a shrug, after a short silence. ¡°At least, the food here is good. We have meat every day, with an extra meal on weekends as well.¡± ¡°I think¡­ Her Highness is not likely to lie to us,¡± Good said thoughtfully. ¡°Didn¡¯t we get a bag of books? My sister told me one of them is called something like ¡°Aircraft Operation Manual¡±, which was drafted by Her Highness herself. Once we learn how to read and write, we would probably know the reason for these trainings.¡± ¡°You are pretty optimistic, aren¡¯t you?¡± Finkin beamed at him. ¡°If I thought negatively, I probably wouldn¡¯t have survived the trip here.¡± ¡°Alright, time¡¯s up!¡± Just then, Eagle Face¡¯s voice rose abruptly above the murmurs of the crowd. ¡°Line up here. We¡¯re going to do it again in the same order in which we did last time!¡± ¡°OK¡­¡± responded everybody weakly. But something unexpected happened. The door of the training room was flung open and a uniformed man strode in. He whispered something in Eagle Face¡¯s ear. Eagle Face nodded. After administering a salute, he wheeled around and swept over the trainees with a cold glance. ¡°Good news for all of you. The subsequent training is cancelled. You can continue to take your break now.¡± Finkin and Hinds heaved a sigh of relief, but Good did not. He clearly saw a calculating smile break across Eagle Face¡¯s shrewd face. It was a smile which contained a little bit of sarcasm, jesting, and even¡­ gloating. ¡°Not here though.¡± As Good had expected, Eagle Face went on at once, ¡°I know what you¡¯re complaining about in private. I didn¡¯t bother explaining to you because I know your thick skulls wouldn¡¯t understand a thing. You¡¯re indeed lucky. Now, there¡¯s a chance for you to see what an Aerial Knight truly means with your own eyes.¡± The true meaning of¡­ an Aerial Knight? Good¡¯s heart was pumping insubordinately. ¡°Follow me.¡± Eagle Face surveyed them slowly and said, ¡°I hope you don¡¯t wet your pants when you see it.¡± Chapter 1070 - The Glider (I) Chapter 1070: The Glider (I) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN They filed out of the training room and marched along the pavement toward the south. There were brand new red brick houses along the road, some were just completed and some were half-done. According to Finkin, it had been a coastal wasteland here just a year ago, with nothing but a few tree trunks here and there. Now, the construction team had turned this place into a ¡°city within a city¡±. The city was walled. Although the hedge was not high, it was tall enough to set a boundary between the city and the rest of the world. A warning sign which read ¡°No climbing. Offenders will be shot down¡± was hung on the wall, keeping those who attempted to climb over the hedge away from this area. There were several dormitories, cafeterias, playgrounds, training rooms and classrooms in this enclosure. It had actually taken Good a full day to completely understand what those weird words meant. In short, they lived and studied in here, cut off from contact with the outside world, leading an exclusive lifestyle which their instructor referred to as a ¡°closed system¡±. The enclosure was pretty big. Good had been here for several weeks, but he still did not know where the edge of the hedge was. One of the reasons for this was that the trainees were confined within the area between their dormitories and the playground. They were forbidden to go anywhere else unless given special permission. It should be noted that the construction of the school had been completed within just a year. Good had known a long time ago that Neverwinter was famous for its monstrous speed of building houses. However, he had no idea how fast it actually was until he moved to the ¡°city within a city¡± in the Western Region this winter. It had only taken them one week to complete a red bungalow on the south side of the playground. Compared to other cities, the work efficiency here was phenomenal. After they crossed the playground, the group suddenly erupted into a loud murmur. This was a restricted area normally forbidden to the students. For the first time, they saw what this area looked like. Their view was filled with nothing but a vast open field. All they could see was the blue sky above dotted with puffs of white clouds. A short way farther on, they saw the endless Swirling Sea. A cold sea breeze brushed upon Good¡¯s cheeks, instantly reviving his spirit. Used to the familiar view of dense red brick houses, Good felt the whole world instantly expand in front of him. ¡°Strange¡­ I thought there would be something marvelous here,¡± Hinds mumbled. ¡°Isn¡¯t it just a clearing?¡± He was right. It was a clearing with nothing but a few blackstone tracks, wider than the main street in Neverwinter, which stretched away to the east and west. No wonder Hinds did not understand why it was a restricted area. ¡°Probably because they feared we¡¯d be too absorbed in this beautiful view to pay attention to the road underneath and fall into the sea.¡± Finkin grinned. ¡°But I think I¡¯ll be more willing to learn if our classroom is here.¡± ¡°But you have no desire to learn at all in the first place,¡± someone jested. ¡°Hey, do you want to make a bet?¡± Finkin stared back. ¡°Let¡¯s see who had a higher grade in the past exam?¡± ¡°Drop it. Look over there!¡± Good raised his brows. ¡°Someone¡¯s already here.¡± ¡°They¡¯re from the other class¡­¡± At these words, the whole group fell silent. Although they had not talked to the other class, they had heard a lot about them from their instructor, who constantly spoke highly of their performances. They not only completed all the tasks assigned to them during the day but also requested for more in the evening. Some of them insisted on sitting in the chair even though they had vomit all over. They were the so-called top students who simply beat them in every subject, making them look like a bunch of dunces. They thus automatically viewed the students from the other class as their rivals. ¡°Raise your head.¡± ¡°Stare right into their eyes. We don¡¯t want to lose to them!¡± They started to encourage each other. Meanwhile, the other group of students looked just as intense as them. Sensing the glares, those students all gazed at them coldly, long-faced, looking nothing like model students. The tension between the two groups was not reduced until they had parted. ¡°Alright, you all wait here,¡± Eagle Face bellowed as he stopped at the blackstone track. ¡°Remember, you¡¯re not allowed to leave your spot no matter what you see. Both His Majesty and Her Highness will be here. Any frivolous action would be viewed as a potential danger, and you know very well its consequence.¡± ¡°The king¡­ will come as well?¡± ¡°No, he should be here already,¡± thought Good, as he noticed the shed on the other side of the clearing had been surrounded by soldiers from the First Army and the police. Apparently, only the presence of the King of Graycastle would require such seamless security. It seemed that the king did highly regard the Aerial Knights. Good started to look forward to the unfolding of the event. For a second, he put Eagle Face¡¯s meaningful sneer out of his mind. ¡­ In the hangar, there was completely a different scene. The first glider, the ¡°Seagull¡± was ready for her virgin trip. This was also the very first manned glider after Tilly learned how to operate the testing gilder. Compared to the testing glider, this one was larger with wider and thicker wings. The frame of the glider was covered with skins. It was equipped with various supplementary facilities such as portholes, chairs, an airtight door that could be opened from the back, etc. In short, the ¡°Seagull¡± was a real plane. The traditional gliders in modern society were used as a supplementary transportation tool to cargo aircrafts. They were made of low-quality materials such as wooden frames and holey canvas. However, the ¡°Seagull¡± was the exact opposite of her shabby predecessors. It was made of aaluminumalloys and steels with high tensile strength. Most of her major parts were integrally molded, with minimal bolts and welding. As for the non-structural parts, there were numerous small holes in it to minimize the weight of the aircraft. The magic coating ensured no gas would leak upon a huge air pressure difference. The bottom of the aircraft was armored for force landing purposes. As long as the plane maintained its stability, the armor would protect the crew and passengers from injuries even if the plane crashed. The glider would be used to carry witches. As the ¡°Seagull¡± would be the only plane in Neverwinter, Roland had to make sure it was absolutely safe. ¡°Well then¡­ I¡¯m boarding.¡± Anna pressed a gentle kiss to Roland¡¯s cheek. ¡°See you tomorrow.¡± ¡°Stay safe. Don¡¯t force yourself,¡± Roland reminded her. ¡°If you encounter the demons, remember to protect yourself.¡± Anna smiled. ¡°I know. You¡¯ve said the same thing to me over and over again.¡± ¡°Please don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll protect her,¡± said Phyllis, the God¡¯s Punishment Witch, solemnly. Roland let Anna go reluctantly. After quite a while, he disengaged Anna and nodded slowly. ¡°Off you go. I¡¯ll wait for you right here.¡± The First Army had actually built an airport at the edge of the forest, where the railways took a turn. Since there was no transportation tool that could complete a trip of over 500 miles within one day except Maggie, Roland had to invent a glider as an alternative. The ¡°Seagull¡± could carry 20 people at most. So, other than the pilots Tilly and Wendy, it could take 18 additional passengers in total, or cargo of 1,000 kilograms (when the chairs were removed). The speed of the glider depended on Wendy¡¯s magic power. Even if it flew at a ¡°low¡± speed of 200 miles an hour, it could at least complete two round trips between Neverwinter and the front within a day, which was the fastest they could achieve at present. Chapter 1071 - The Glider (II) Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After everyone got on the plane, Tilly walked toward Roland and asked, ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Are you still worried?¡± ¡°You could tell?¡± replied Roland. ¡°A day hasn¡¯t even passed, yet everything you¡¯ve said sounds like a farewell. Of course, I could tell.¡± She shrugged and said, ¡°Are you doubting my technology, or are you doubting Anna¡¯s ability?¡± Regarding this difficult question, Roland could only smile bitterly. The structure of The Seagull was extremely simple. Except for a few operating levers and corresponding movable control surfaces, it was basically a human vessel. It was essentially less complicated than the test model. With Anna¡¯s processing skills, it would be difficult to make mistakes. After it was built, it had gone through several test flights and had even gone through an emergency landing simulation. The results were quite satisfactory¡ªOther than Tilly¡¯s extremely powerful controlling ability, Wendy had also made great progress after explorations. She could now generate airflow in the right position to keep the aircraft stable at all times. In order to ensure the safety of this voyage and that everything would be absolutely foolproof, Shavi and Molly were included among the passengers. But even so, he still felt nervous. It was worrying enough that half of the witches of Neverwinter were concentrated on a brand new aircraft, but on top of that they were going to travel alone to the Wild located 500 kilometers away. If it was not due to the fact that he had many tasks to do in Neverwinter, he would have wanted to come onboard The Seagull as well. After he gently let his breath out, he looked at Tilly. ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s got anything to do with doubting your abilities. I just care too much about it. I hope that you¡¯ll all be able to live in a new era after the Battle of Divine Will ends.¡± After the two of them stared at each other for a moment, Tilly turned her head away. ¡°You know, I was just making a joke¡­ If I were in your shoes, I would be uneasy too.¡± Before Roland could react, she already went on top of the ramp. ¡°In that case, I¡¯m off, Brother.¡± ¡­ After the cabin door closed, a guard came and said, ¡°Your Majesty, everything¡¯s been prepared outside.¡± Roland took a deep breath and replied, ¡°Let¡¯s start.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± After the order was given, a series of programs started to run in an orderly manner. ¡°The stopper¡¯s open!¡± ¡°The road¡¯s empty!¡± ¡°All personnel leave the runway!¡± ¡°Open the hangar door!¡± When the hangar¡¯s door slowly slid to both sides, the dazzling sunlight shone into the room and a path of light was reflected on the ground. The guides raised their green flags higher. ¡°The Seagull can take off!¡± At the same time, the steam whistle sounded throughout the airport¡ª Roland felt the wind start to pick up. It was a wonderful feeling¡ªHe was standing in a place that was supposed to be absolutely windless, but he still felt the slight airflow over his cheeks. It was, in fact, unfair to think of The Seagull as just a glider, when compared with its fellow machines as the latter was trying to obtain something that it had possessed from the very beginning. The airflow violated the common sense of airflow movement, and it accurately appeared on the side of the airfoil¡ªthe breeze pushed the upward aileron like an invisible hand. This power may have seemed insignificant, but Roland knew it was the result of Wendy¡¯s deliberate control. The gentle wind released was within the range of the left and right wings, but it was a strong wind that could hinder people¡¯s mobility. In other words, the direction and speed of the wind in the areas affected by Wendy¡¯s ability were completely under her control. This also meant that The Seagull did not need to rely on its wings to maintain flight. It could also carry out actions that would be impossible for other gliders, such as the near-vertical short-ranged take-off and landing¡ªThe speed was only needed to achieve a greater lifting power. If it could get lifted directly, speed would no longer be an indispensable thing. Of course, flying away in such a frivolous manner might be an eye-catching feat that could subvert the opinions of the experts. However, in the eyes of the laymen, it was lacking propriety. What could be more shocking than seeing a few tons of machinery, yelling at the top of its head, and then slowly climbing until it vanished into the clouds? When he remembered Tilly¡¯s excited expression as she spoke of this idea, Roland could not resist shaking his head in amusement. It seemed she has now treated The Seagull as her big toy, and could not wait to show it off to the others. ¡­ ¡°Woo¡ªWoo¡ª¡± While the steam whistle sounded, Good also noticed a strange vision at the end of the Blackstone road¡ªThe soldiers quickly dispersed and the iron gate of the shed opened. A strange gray ¡°giant bird¡± slipped out slowly. After doing a half-turn, it went onto the road where they were. ¡°Hey, did you see that? What¡¯s that?¡± It was evident that he was not the only one who had discovered the giant. ¡°A train? It doesn¡¯t look like it¡­ There are no railway tracks on the ground.¡± ¡°Could it be a new invention by His Majesty?¡± ¡°Was this the invention mentioned by Lord Eagle Face?¡± ¡°It seems to be coming towards us.¡± ¡°Hang on a second, I seem to have seen this before!¡± Good pondered for a moment, and a light flashed across his mind. ¡°Didn¡¯t Her Highness Tilly¡¯s collection of books have such a cover on one of them? It seemed like a bird with a pair of long identical wings¡­ It does look like a bird, yet also not like one.¡± On second thought, he felt that the two were not completely alike. The shape and the number of the wings were different. Also, on that cover, he could at least see the rider, and he could perceive the reason why the machine seemed to be floating in the air¡ªA machine that was not much bigger than a human and could support large wings, would be interpreted as an enlarged kite. Although the King and the Princess would certainly not have seen something that simple, theoretically it would still have made sense to them. This object in front of them seemed to be an unclassified object. When compared with the surrounding soldiers, its head was clearly far above them. Other than the wings, its body was completely round and the whole body was wrapped tightly. The slender belly seemed as if it could hold a lot of things. According to its body type, it would be very difficult for it to fly. Even climbing on the ground seemed to be very difficult¡ª The very next instant, however, Good found out how ridiculous his ideas were. The machine began to speed up. And it soon exceeded the speed of horses running and showed no signs of stopping at all. In the beginning, the platoon members were still heavily discussing and speculating. Now they suddenly quietened down. Everyone heard the loud roaring from near and far. ¡°Oh my God¡­¡± Finkin gulped. ¡°It¡¯s going to hit us.¡± This was also how most of the trainees felt at that moment. Rationally speaking, as long as you stood still, you would not be hit. Though there was no reason to be afraid, everyone¡¯s bodies seemed to be shaking uncontrollably. Not everyone could face a giant that could turn them into mincemeat with a step, and still be emotionless. Yet this was exactly that type of giant beast¡ª They were not even as tall as its wheels! As it got closer and closer, the whistling wind was almost hissing, and a slight tremor could be felt from the ground. According to legend, when the caveliers were charging, just the horses¡¯ hooves alone could scare the enemy. As compared to a monster tall like a mountain, Good discovered that the cavaliers were not that scary. He suddenly remembered Eagle Face¡¯s cold unfathomable laugh. ¡°Had the examiner¡­ already experienced this?¡± A gust of strong wind passed him before he could even think about it anymore! In this short period of time, it seemed to have run hundreds of meters and went past the two rows of people on its sides. Under the pressure of the airflow, Good was unable to control his feet, and his knees fell softly to the ground¡ªPerhaps he had subconsciously decided to dodge before the gusts of wind arrived. Although he could not get up, he still turned to look backwards. What he saw next left him stunned! He saw the beast raise its head, with both its feet off the ground, before slamming into the air and flying toward the blue sky. The sun was reflected on its wings and formed circles of colorful spots. ¡°Is this¡­ an Aerial Knight?¡± Good could not resist clenching his fists. He really wanted to control such a monster¡ªeven if he had to sacrifice everything! Chapter 1072 - Underground Breeding Farm Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Only when The Seagull had completely disappeared into the sky, did Roland look away. ¡°Sometimes I think that we should just build a command post,¡± he whispered, ¡°build it in a place where everyone can see so that it would not only boost morale, but it would also be a part of the Battle of Divine Will. Later on, when historians need to note it down, it would be something to brag about.¡± ¡°Why would you be concerned about that?¡± There was a faint reply coming from the emptiness. ¡°If you want to be recorded in history, you will need to endure Wendy¡¯s and Scroll¡¯s chatter until you make the first move to admit defeat and change your mind¡ªI¡¯ve experienced it. However, it¡¯s definitely not what ordinary people can tolerate. I think it¡¯s better if you give them less trouble.¡± Roland could not resist saying, ¡°Yes, I guess you¡¯re right.¡± The battle with the demons would most likely last for months, even years. He would have to work hard to adapt to this new normality. While he was thinking about this, he looked at the guard who was standing in the distance. ¡°Call everyone, I¡¯ll go to the Third Border City.¡± The latter immediately bowed and replied, ¡°Yes, Your Majesty! I¡¯ll tell the guards right away!¡± According to Kyle Sichi¡¯s report, new progress has been made in the study of the rubber worms. It was time to examine the results. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± he nodded his head sideways and walked towards the airport exit. ¡­ After confirming that the secretion of rubber worms was valuable, the Taqila witches not only opened up a series of new caves for them, but they also served as keepers during their leisure time. After all, it was not easy to find common people who could calmly face devouring worms and work in the wormholes. Long-term work underground made it more likely to develop psychological instability. The breeding part had now been fully taken over by Taquila. The workers were only responsible for the shipment and the processing of rubber. This could be interpreted as another error in Roland¡¯s prediction. He had underestimated people¡¯s tolerance level in a claustrophobic environment. Rubber worms detested the sunlight and liked damp and moist areas. They would also make noises when moving. Even if they were not attacking, the constant moving swishing noises would be enough to cause a mental breakdown for the people around. He could not provide every worker with lighting and communication equipment, formulate detailed shift regulations, or get a psychological comforting guide¡ªit was not that he was unable to do it, it was more of the fact that the price-performance ratio was too low. A large number of factories outside could find and fill their manpower needs easily. There would be no need to spend it on the processes that required witchcraft. Therefore, he simply transferred ordinary people to work on a more relaxed follow-up process. The Chicken-and-duck Knight Prius Dessau was not idle. He spent his free time on the preparation of breeding manuals and guiding the production. The reason why the related products of Neverwinter could emerge numerously was certainly due to his credit. The expansion of the breeding structure created more samples for the testing of the rubber liquid. It was due to this groundwork research, that Roland could allow the entry of the Ministry of Chemical Industry, and prepare for the next steps of the plan. After going underground, Pasha came forward. ¡°Welcome, Your Majesty. Your people are currently in the rubber worm laboratory. Should I inform them that you¡¯ve arrived?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not necessary. You can just take me there,¡± Roland said laughingly, ¡°by the way, I heard that Celine built a new breeding plant, which was even bigger than the previous ones?¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s just across from the lab.¡± Pasha moved her main tentacles. ¡°Not only did it apply the latest research from the Quest Society, it also drew on ideas from Dream World¡ªwould you like to take a look?¡± ¡°Oh?¡± He said excitedly, ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°In that case, please follow me.¡± Passing through a long aisle, Pasha then led Roland to a big hole. There was an iron fence at the entrance, apparently used to prevent insects from escaping. From a small door at the edge of the cave, he could not help but be stunned by what he saw¡ªthe environment in the cave was designed in accordance with the ruin of the snow mountain. There were luminous plants, water systems, and giant mushrooms that were readily available. The three were clearly created after reasonable adjustments. The plants grew along the edge of the stone wall and the water fountain, thus becoming a new streetlight. As they were the insect¡¯s staple food, the mushroom was obviously the most abundant species. The huge mushroom umbrella almost covered the entire ground. Numerous insects were flying around and under the dim fluorescence light, only clusters of white bodies could be seen. They ate the mushrooms heartily and the dense buzzing sound made Roland think of the silkworms that he raised as a child. What stunned him the most, however, was the size of the cave. Judging from fact that he could not see the end of the light-emitting plants, this place seemed bigger than the main residence of the Third Border City¡ªHe assumed that the new farm was just a combination of several old caves, but now it seemed to be the contrary. The organized blue spots and the well-shaped water system gave him the feeling of a large factory. ¡°This is exactly on the edge of the Impassable Mountain Range, which is about the same height as the surface of Neverwinter.¡± Pasha volunteered by saying, ¡°If you open a hole from the south side, it¡¯s only one kilometer away from the Kingdom Main Street.¡± This meant that there was only one wall dividing the new breeding farm and Neverwinter. If he remembered correctly, by estimating the distance passed just now, it would be no more than two kilometers away from the main city area. The outside of the rock wall should be the temporary residential area for the migrants. Roland asked rhetorically, ¡°In order to transport the liquid secretions?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± Pasha raised her main tentacles. ¡°Your Majesty, please look at the southern end.¡± He glanced at where she was pointing¡ªHe only saw a deep trench under the wall, like an escape route deliberately made for rubber worms. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Extracting area,¡± Pasha explained. ¡°Celine used the vocalization of insects to create an aisle that would get more and more narrow on the wall. As long as a specific buzz was let out on one end, they would crawl into the aisle, toward the source of the sound¡ªbut due to limitations on the width of the aisle, they could only explore halfway and their bodies would be stuck in the aisle with their heads above.¡± ¡°And then?¡± Nightingale, who had been listening on the side, could not help but ask. ¡°Then we will start the magic core at the end of the aisle.¡± Pasha went on to say, ¡°It¡¯s been adjusted to the razor blade mode. This cyclone is generally used to defend against the enemies of the narrow aisle. The core emits a magic light and fills up the aisle, shredding any obstacles that are in front of the light. The horizontal aisle is the path through which the magic light passes.¡± ¡°The bugs will be split in two, and the mucus in the belly will gather together with the drainage trough in the lateral groove. In this way, you don¡¯t need to kill them one by one, and you can get a lot of mucus at once.¡± She paused and said, ¡°The one-kilometer distance is reserved for the collectors. According to Celine¡¯s idea, ordinary workers can enter the receiving area from the outside of the extracting area, but other than the trenches and the pools where the mucus flows, nothing can be seen. This is an easy way to collect and also less likely to cause panic.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland was silent for a moment. He had nothing else to add. This program could be said to be extremely mature under the existing technology. It took into account the entire process from breeding to harvest. If you built a rubber plant outside the mountains, then it would include even the production and processing. In particular, this type of modern-style, streamlined slaughter line was a concept that had been learned from Dream World. Would using the precious magic core and Celine¡¯s lifetime research as a butcher¡¯s knife be considered as too mediocre a task? Even if you could not find the Chosen One and activate the Instrument of Divine Retribution, you did not have to be so self-punishing. Suddenly, Roland thought of a problem. ¡°How many rubber worms can this breeding farm accommodate?¡± ¡°It¡¯s expected to be around 100,000. However, given their speed of reproduction, it will take about a year to fill this new farm.¡± ¡°What about the dead bodies after the secretion¡¯s extracted?¡± he asked. ¡°How are you planning to get it out?¡± This was not a small problem. Roland once saw in a documentary that a modern chicken farm had hundreds of tons of chicken manure every day. If it was handled carelessly, it could result in serious soil and water pollution. Once the production was scaled up, any small detail could cause immense trouble. It was still possible for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches to transport the bodies. Once the worms multiplied to more than 10,000, it would be easy to kill them, but difficult to clean up. If the bodies were not disposed of in time, the accumulation in the hole would definitely have a disastrous effect. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Your Majesty.¡± Pasha chuckled. ¡°Fran and the rest of the witches are not reluctant about coming. In fact, it¡¯s amazing how much the three worm carriers can exhaust when digging fully.¡± ¡°Coo¡ª¡± After she understood this sentence, Nightingale let out a stomach gurgling noise. Uh¡­ okay. Now Roland finally understood why the entrance had a small gate, but still needed a large fence to be installed. That was just reserved for the three witches¡¯ entry into the aisle for dining. Chapter 1073 - Gelled Fuel Chapter 1073: Gelled Fuel Translator: TransN Editor: TransN After leaving the rubber worm farm, Roland came to the lab. He felt as if he had come into a wizard¡¯s lab. In this 30-square-meter room, many places were smeared with milky white solidified rubber liquid. Along the wall, stood a row of buckets filled with fresh worm liquid. Some rubber blocks seemed to have got burnt in a big pot, emitting a strong pungent smell. Like a wizard, Kyle also used long-handled spoons and stirring sticks in this lab. Seeing that, Roland could not help thinking, ¡°If there¡¯re some toads and bats in this lab, it¡¯ll look exactly like a wizard¡¯s lab.¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Kyle Sichi simply nodded to greet Roland. ¡°I think I¡¯ve found what you wanted.¡± The alchemist looked very pale, and one of his fingers was wrapped in gauze. Seeing that, Roland became a little worried and asked, ¡°Are you injured?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s just a minor injury,¡± Kyle waved his hand and said. He picked up a cup filled with light red rubber liquid and continued, ¡°Your Majesty, look.¡± The next moment, he turned the cup upside down, but the liquid did not spill out at all. Instead, it just slowly slid down and then formed a soft hemisphere clinging to the rim of the cup. Roland was intrigued. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the jelly-like substance, but the Chief Alchemist immediately stopped him. ¡°No, Your Majesty!¡± He took back the cup and explained, ¡°This gel is corrosive.¡± ¡°I remember that the worms¡¯ rubber liquid is non-toxic and harmless,¡± Roland said with one eyebrow cocked. He had already used the liquid to manufacture food bags and straws. ¡°But it changed after mixing with blood.¡± ¡°Blood?¡± Roland was startled and looked at Kyle¡¯s wounded finger again. ¡°Did you hurt yourself for experiments¡­¡± ¡°Of course not, it was just an accident,¡± Kyle said smilingly while stroking his beard. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m crazy for chemistry, but I can¡¯t as yet go so far as to deliberately hurt myself for an experiment. There¡¯re lots of things waiting for me to explore in the chemistry world. I need to take good care of myself.¡± After that, Kyle explained to Roland how he had found this gel. Something secreted by the rubber worms¡¯ glands could make their mucus become sticky. That was how the worms produced the rubber liquid. Due to the difference in the proportion of the secretion in the liquid, it could solidify into biological rubber blocks with different hardness. Once it solidified, it could not be melted back into liquid. Given that, the Chief Alchemist had used lots of materials and had done lots of experiments, trying to find a way to solidify the rubber liquid into a gel. In the beginning, he tried to add various types of elementary substances, pure acids and alkali liquids to the rubber liquid, but none of these mixtures could achieve the desired effect. Afterwards, he had tried many inorganic salts and even organic matters, and had discovered quite a few interesting gels during this process. However, none of them were what the king wanted. Things had begun to change when an accident had happened to Kyle. One day, when he had been cutting a rubber strip, he had inadvertently cut his own finger. His blood happened to drop into a cup of rubber liquid and reacted violently with the liquid. Instantly, a large amount of white smoke rose from the cup and the Bird Beak Mushroom in the liquid quickly melted into yellow water. In the end, the liquid in the cup had somehow turned into a light red gel. ¡°This gel¡¯s biggest feature is that it can keep the chemical structure of the things added to it,¡± Kyle said and then threw the light red gel into the furnace. Suddenly, the fire burnt much more violently. The flames roared high into the air, and the gel was swiftly burnt into ashes. ¡°I only added a spoonful of oil to it. Burning the gel alone can¡¯t achieve this effect. I can say that it¡¯s even better than the gel you asked for!¡± The alchemist looked tired, but he sounded excited. Seeing the reflection of the raging fire in his eyes, Roland somehow felt his bursting feelings and guessed that he must have been thinking about how powerful this thing would be in the forthcoming war. Roland needed this jelly-like substance to make napalm bombs. In his previous world, napalm usually referred to a mixture of a gelling agent and either petrol or a similar liquid fuel. Compared to inflammable liquid fuel, which had a low flash point and high volatility, gelled fuel was more convenient and safer to use. Meanwhile, they could also be very destructive. A napalm bomb was able to set a large area on fire. No one within this burning area could get rid of the thick, sticky fuel quickly, and at the same time, they would be suffocated, as the burning would consume a great amount of oxygen. Since the moment he had heard about the worms¡¯ rubber liquid, he had been thinking about using it to develop a gelling agent, which could be used to make napalm bombs. He planned to use these bombs to destroy demons¡¯ outposts, which had given the Union lots of headaches in the past. Back in the Taquila age, the Union¡¯s Blessed Army had not been able to move freely around an outpost without being protected by witches who had been able to block off or clean out the Red Mist. Given that, the army consisting of the common people had been responsible for demolishing the demons¡¯ mist storage towers. Every time the Union had launched an attack on an outpost, the Blessed Army would have suffered a heavy loss, and all the common soldiers would have been killed in the battle. The Union could not have afforded to launch lots of such attacks which would have quickly consumed its strength and resources. Once they had been surrounded by lots of outposts, they would have abandoned their land and run for their lives. With napalm bombs, the demons¡¯ outpost would no longer be a major threat to the city. The fire could not only destroy their facilities but also dispel their Red Mist. Hearing that rubber worms could provide raw materials for making napalm bombs, which could easily burn down a demons¡¯ outpost and clean out the Red Mist around it, Pasha had immediately agreed to raise these worms in the Third Border City. Alethea, who had complained a lot about these strange worms in the beginning, showed great enthusiasm in them after knowing their use. In fact, Roland already had enough weapons for long range attacks by now. Even without napalm bombs, he could also let his army shoot down all the moving things in an outpost with those firearms before sending them there. However, he still hoped that the alchemists could successfully produce some napalm bombs. If they did, he would not have to prepare that much gunpowder for the battle, which could significantly reduce the burden on the chemical plants. He was really delighted to see the light red gel, but he still had some concerns about it. ¡°Does it have to be a human being¡¯s blood?¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty,¡± replied the alchemist. ¡°Please rest assured. An animal¡¯s blood also works. I¡¯ve tested it. The only requisite for the blood is that it has to be fresh.¡± Roland felt much relieved hearing that, but soon he thought of another question. ¡°Why does it have to be blood?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Kyle was speechless. ¡°I think the reason lies in the worms¡¯ origin,¡± said Pasha. ¡°The Multi-Eyed Monster used them to capture and store its preys. Blood may be one of the triggering conditions causing them to react. Although they were left behind by the monster, their instinct still exists.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a reasonable explanation,¡± Roland thought. ¡°The monster apparently didn¡¯t store its preys as food. It¡¯s more likely that it was collecting information about the other species. Given that, it¡¯s possible that it would let the worms store them as jelly.¡± ¡®No matter what, let¡¯s start to develop the new weapon as soon as possible,¡± said Roland. ¡°Now that we have the ideal gelling agent, the remaining work will be easy. You can let the alchemists from the old king¡¯s city take care of it. After all, you need to take a good rest now for your future exploration into the chemistry world.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Kyle said with a hand on his chest. ¡°I¡¯ve an idea,¡± Pasha said suddenly. ¡°Oh, what¡¯s it?¡± Roland looked at her and asked. ¡°We can bring a special guest to the weapon test,¡± she replied while swaying her main tentacle cheerfully. Roland immediately realized who she was talking about and asked. ¡°Is that demon still alive?¡± They had transferred Kabradhabi¡¯s soul into a crippled body to confuse its mind and had taken the chance to interrogate it and get much useful information. Unfortunately, since it had gotten used to the human body, it had remained silent. Apparently, it would not give them any more information. Roland had left it to the Taquila witches, thinking that it would either kill itself or get tortured to death by the vengeful witches. Surprisingly, it was still alive. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s alive and well. It eats up all the food we bring to him every day.¡± Pasha said. It seems that it doesn¡¯t want to die at all. It refuses to surrender or confess. It¡¯s confidently waiting for the complete failure of humanity, believing that it¡¯ll be free sooner or later. It¡¯s so ambitious and determined. Is it because it thinks being killed by some bugs is a huge humiliation? Roland thought and smirked mockingly. ¡°That¡¯s a good idea. Let¡¯s take it to the weapon test.¡± Chapter 1074 - An Unexpected Letter Translator: TransN Editor: TransN In the inner city area of the old king¡¯s city, Kajen Fels was reading a script at his study inside his theatre. After a while, the silence was broken by a round of warm applause from outside his study, which meant that a wonderful play had come to an end. At this moment, he also finished reading the script. He took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes, then he closed the script and placed it back on the shelf beside his desk. The title of the story on the script¡¯s cover page is ¡°The Wolf Princess¡±. This movie script was placed together with many other scripts from Neverwinter, including those such as ¡°The Witches¡¯ Story¡±, ¡°New City¡± and ¡°Dawn¡±. May had given them to him as a farewell present, which his students had regarded as making a mockery out of him. Surprisingly, Kajen Fels, a well-known playwright, had accepted all of the scripts and brought them back to his own theater. He placed them in the most convenient position on his bookshelf, and by now he had already read each of them several times. In his view, all these scripts lacked an engaging plot as well as a vivid story-telling style. He reckoned that the writer must have been a beginner who was only able to write the story in a straightforward manner. However, he still kept reading these stories since he had nothing else to do at the moment. He found himself unable to write a stage play anymore. Whenever he picked up his quill, he would think of the scenes that he had seen in the magical movie. Those images would somehow sneak into his mind and occupy his thoughts, making it difficult for him to envision a stage performance. Someone who had tasted honey could hardly be satisfied with the sweetness of dew. That was how he felt now. Watching the magical movie was a really eye-opening experience for him. Unlike stage plays, the magical movie could show much more realistic scenes and can even present close-up images of the characters to its audiences. Such a mind-blowing experience had inspired him and given him many new ideas, but unfortunately, he had not acquired a chance to take part in a magical movie production. But this discouraging fact did not stop him from thinking about the new techniques he had spotted in the magical movie. Whenever he had an idea for a story, he would begin to wonder on how he was going to present it in a magical movie. He wanted to use close-up images of the characters¡¯ smiling faces to show audiences how they felt when they met each other for the first time. For their separation, he wanted to show a bleak background that gradually widened. Such ideas kept coming to him continuously. But none of these ideas were suitable for a stage play. He became stuck and felt depressed. Only by reading the scripts from Neverwinter could he temporarily forget about his troubles. However, he was clear that reading them could not solve his problems. But he had no choice at the moment. May had refused to disclose more details about the magical movie. The Administrative Office had not responded to his request. It seemed that Neverwinter had completely shut him out. Until he could find a different way to learn more about the magical movie, he knew that he would continue to suffer. At this moment, his maid knocked on the door and said, ¡°Mr. Fels, here are some letters for you.¡± While closing his eyes, he leaned back into his chair and said, ¡°Put it outside, I¡¯ll check them later.¡± Every time after a play, his students, such as Roentgen and Egrepo, would come to his study to discuss their performance with him and ask for his advice. He intended to take some rest before they arrived. ¡°But¡­ there¡¯s a letter with Graycastle¡¯s royal seal on the envelope. You told me that if it¡¯s a letter from Neverwinter, I should give it to you imme¡ª¡± Before the maid finished her sentence, Kajen suddenly opened the door. ¡°Where is it?¡± The maid was startled and hurriedly handed a stack of letters to him. He quickly picked out the letter from Neverwinter and threw all the other letters back to the maid. The next moment, he slammed the door upon the stunned maid and swiftly returned to his desk. He opened the wax-sealed envelope and examined the letter. To his great surprise, it was from the king! Does the king finally know that we went to Neverwinter and wanted to perform a play for his coronation ceremony? If I can directly contact the king, will I have a chance to know more about the magical movie? Thrilled by the thought, he excitedly read the letter. ¡­ ¡°How many roses did you receive today?¡± Egrepo asked Roentgen as they walked together towards Kajen¡¯s study. ¡°About a dozen, I didn¡¯t count them,¡± Roentgen replied as she shrugged. ¡± I¡¯ve received much fewer roses than before, but that¡¯s alright. I don¡¯t care.¡± ¡°Aha, if your admirers heard these words, their hearts would break,¡± Egrepo laughed and said. ¡°It¡¯s inevitable. We have smaller audiences for the plays ever since the king had sent over half of the nobles to the mines and made Neverwinter the new king¡¯s city. But as long as this city still stands, things will gradually improve.¡± ¡°We¡¯re lucky enough to receive flowers in the current situation,¡± Bernis muttered. ¡°There were six toupes in the city, but now three of them have already become bankrupt. I hope that we won¡¯t be the next one.¡± ¡°Alas, that war changed everything¡­¡±Roentgen sighed. ¡°Ahem, ladies, we also need to see the benefits.¡± Egrepo cleared his throat and continued, ¡°We¡¯ve expanded rapidly after taking in the former members of the three disbanded troupes. We can survive regardless of who is the king. Come on, hold your chin up. Don¡¯t look so frustrated because Mr. Fels is waiting for us.¡± Thinking about the drama master, everyone simultaneously nodded their heads and cheered up. After Kajen Troupe¡¯s bitter return from Neverwinter, they all worked hard to improve themselves in trying to win honor for their teacher, Mr. Fels. They all hated May because she had refused to tell Mr. Fels how the magical movie was made and had even said that it was confidential. ¡°Mr. Fels.¡± Egrepo opened the door of the study and then stood agape. He found that Mr. Fels did not look normal. He had expected that his teacher to be waiting for them comfortably in his chair as usual, but now he saw him listlessly standing by his desk. ¡°Mr. Fels, is there something wrong?¡± Bernis asked with concern. ¡°I have received a letter from Neverwinter. It¡¯s from the king.¡± Kajen picked up the letter on the desk and said to them. ¡°Here, take a look.¡± ¡°Is it¡­ okay?¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright. Read it.¡± Hearing that, Egrepo took the letter. The people around him all leaned over to read it. Seeing the excited look on their faces, Kajen discreetly sighed. He knew that they must have taken it as a letter of apology like what he had thought in the beginning. Just as he expected, his students were delighted to see the letter from the king and believed that the king must have already discovered and punished the person who had prevented Kajen Troupe from performing a play for the coronation ceremony. However, the content of the letter was entirely beyond their expectations. The king was forthcoming in answering questions about the magical movie. In the letter, he explicitly explained that it was made by a special instrument which was capable of recording images. His Majesty also said that he could not provide this instrument for another troupe since it was extremely rare. According to the letter, this instrument could only be made and operated by witches and was made of some rare materials from an ancient relic. ¡°At present, we need to mobilize all the resources in all the regions of Graycastle for the imminent battle. Given the unique viewing experience and the great disseminating effect of magical movies, both of which I think you¡¯ve already witnessed in ¡®the Wolf Princess¡¯, I¡¯ve decided to let these movies play an important part in spreading information and awareness for the war effort. It¡¯s regrettable that at present, I can¡¯t afford to use the instrument to shoot other movies that are not directly related to national policies.¡± ¡°But please rest assured as this situation is only temporary. After the war, when Graycasle returns to peacetime, magical movies will gradually become a popular art form and everyone will be able to shoot such a movie one day. When the time comes, I believe you and your troupe will produce an outstanding movie.¡± Kajen could accept this explanation about the magical movie. But he still felt heart-broken after reading the letter. This was because he knew from the letter that it was the king himself who had turned down Kajen Troupe¡¯s offer to perform a play for the coronation ceremony. He felt hurt. It turned out that from the very beginning it had only been his own wishful thinking to perform for the king. Considering that such a well-prepared play had failed to garner favorable attention from the king, Kajen believed His Majesty was just being nice to compliment his troupe in the letter. He felt regretful for being so full of himself and for unjustly blaming May. Chapter 1075 - A Young Heart Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°¡­¡± After reading the letter, everyone fell into an awkward silence. After a long time, Bernis mumbled bitterly, ¡°I knew we shouldn¡¯t expect too much from him. Think about what everybody said about Prince Roland in the past and his favorite hangouts in the city. I thought he changed after he became the king, but¡­¡± ¡°Hush.¡± Egrepo pulled her arm to stop her. ¡°Be careful. All the nobles who can still come to the theatre are his supporters. Even if they are not, they will pretend to be loyal to him. If someone heard what you just said, you would have been in trouble.¡± ¡°It seems that we can never make it to Neverwinter in this lifetime,¡± Roentgen sighed and said. ¡°That¡¯s not a big deal. We¡¯re very popular here.¡± Egrepo comforted her. ¡°Kajen Troupe is still a first-rate troupe in all cities except Neverwinter. We can support ourselves.¡± ¡°But magic movies will come here sooner or later,¡± Kajen suddenly interjected. ¡°Recently, I¡¯ve been reading the scripts May gave me, and I found the stories had one thing in common. All of them are set in an imaginary world, an ideal world His Majesty wants to achieve. He intends to use these movies to spread his ideas and promote his national policies, so he won¡¯t just play them in Neverwinter. Can you still be so confident about stage plays when magic movies come here?¡± Egrepo thought for a moment and suggested, ¡°We¡­ we can go to another country, such as the Kingdom of Dawn. Mr. Fels, the theaters there will be more than happy to accept us, if you ask¡ª¡± ¡°No, I won¡¯t go to the Kingdom of Dawn,¡± Kajen replied while shaking his head. ¡°How about we¡­¡± Suddenly, Kajen looked up and said, ¡°I want to go to Neverwinter again.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Mr. Fels, are you sure?¡± Everyone was shocked. ¡°It¡¯ll take at least a month for the troupe to go there and back, and during this period of time, the troupe will have no money coming in.¡± Egrepo said urgently. ¡°We¡¯ll be alright, but the new actors and apprentices will be unable to make ends meet and will probably leave the troupe for this.¡± Kajen knew that it was hard to take the whole troupe to Neverwinter. Without a theater that was willing to take them in, they would have to prepare all the props and goods by themselves, which was not an easy task. The next moment, Kajen said something, which was completely beyond everybody¡¯s expectations. ¡°I¡¯ll go there by myself.¡± This time, his students remained speechless for an even longer time before they asked hesitantly, ¡°What¡­ are you going to do in Neverwinter?¡± ¡°Try to be a magic movie actor,¡± Kajen said slowly. ¡°His Majesty said that these movies are going to become a popular art form someday, but he didn¡¯t say how long it¡¯ll take to popularize this art form¡­ 10 years or 20 years? I can¡¯t wait for such a long time. Even if it only takes five years, it¡¯ll be too late for us to learn the magic movie at that time, and by then Star Flower Troupe will be far ahead of us.¡± Kajen believed that the best time to catch up with a trend was at the beginning of it. ¡°But His Majesty has Star Flower Troupe already¡­¡± Benis murmured. ¡°Star Flower Troupe only has May and Irene,¡± Kajen glanced at his students and said. ¡°Any troupe has to practice repeatedly to present an outstanding performance. May¡¯s troupe can¡¯t cope with all the movies His Majesty wants to shoot, so Neverwinter may be willing to let us stay to reduce Star Flower Troupe¡¯s workload. And if we can outshine them in some type of drama, which they¡¯re not good at, such as a farce, we may have a chance to act in a magic movie.¡± ¡°Are you willing to play a role in a¡­ farce?¡± Egrepo could not believe what he had heard and asked. ¡°Life is about trade-offs. Most of the time, if you want to get something, you have to give up another thing for it,¡± Kajen nodded and replied. ¡°Even if we can only act in a farce, we should do our best.¡± He paused for a moment before adding, ¡°Of course, His Majesty may turn us down again. When that happens, I¡¯ll join Star Flower Troupe. Do any of you want to come with me?¡± No one answered. Kajen guessed that they might just be too stunned to say anything at this moment or reluctant to leave the old king¡¯s city. He understood their feelings. They reacted just as he had expected. In fact, he himself also got shocked by this sudden idea. As Egrepo had said, as the most venerated playwright in the world of today, he could continue his career even in the Kingdom of Dawn. However, he decided to give up the theater for magic movies, which was not an easy choice at all. Because of his age, he could not move quickly and easily on the stage, and his memory was not as good as before. If this drama master really worked as an actor, he would only be able to play a walk-on part. No matter how well he acted, it would inevitably become a joke in the eyes of others. Many years ago, as a famous actor, he had given up his acting job and begun to write plays. Since then, he had never thought about returning to the stage as an actor. However, now he had no choice. The king had turned down his troupe and he did not seem to appreciate his stories very much. Meanwhile, he was unable to write plays like ¡°New City¡± and ¡°Dawn¡±. Given these, he thought he probably could only join Star Flower Troupe as an actor to take part in magic movie production. This is incredible! His students still stood agape. Kajen could see how shocked they were at a glance. It was indeed an incredibly bold decision, but after making this decision, he finally felt relieved. He was not young anymore, but at this moment, he felt young at heart. This feeling reminded him how happy and inspired he had been during his first visit to the theater. Since then, 30 years had passed and he had never felt the same impulse until he saw the magic movie. Nothing could stop him from pursuing his dream. ¡°Among you, Egrepo has worked with me for the longest time and he knows how to manage a troupe. When I¡¯m away, he¡¯ll run the troupe on behalf of me,¡± Kajen said calmly. ¡°Many talented young people have joined our troupe recently. Give them more chances to make an appearance. As long as audiences come to our theater to watch plays, you¡¯ll be able to support yourselves.¡± ¡°Mr. Fels¡­¡± the students still wanted to say something but were immediately stopped by Kajen. He decided to listen to his heart. He wanted to follow his dream. He wanted to act in a magic movie. ¡­ Neverwinter had produced its first napalm bomb. As Roland had expected, it did not take the alchemists a long time to make it. Only a week after finding the ideal thickening agent, the Ministry of Chemicals successfully manufactured the first napalm bomb. It consisted of a dozen identical iron cylinders, which were one meter high and 30 centimeters in diameter. Explosives were contained inside the cylinders, and the fuses of all the cylinders were connected together. ¡°Your Majesty, this is the bomb I designed. I call it Burning-city Thunder,¡± Retnin said excitedly. ¡°There¡¯re three different substances inside the cylinders. At the bottom, there¡¯s the snow powder layer. The combustion-supporting layer is in the middle, and the fuel layer is at the top. When the snow powder is ignited, the flames will go up and reach the combustion-supporting layer and then the jelled fuel. This process resembles that of a volcanic eruption, and¡­¡± The former Chief Alchemist of the Alchemist Workshop of the old king¡¯s city thought he finally got a chance to replace Kyle Sichi and talked on and on. Apparently, he was very proud of his work, and many details in his design did impress Roland. Apart from the clear arrangement of the three layers inside the cylinders, he also used an electric detonator and adopted the delayed ignition technology to further boost the bomb¡¯s killing power. When this bomb was ignited, the cylinders would explode one by one and would not affect each other adversely. Roland had to admit Retnin was very talented. He found Retnin was particularly interested in creating bombs and explosives. He only doubted his ability to name his works. But for Roland, it was not a big deal. After all, when this kind of weapon became operational, he was the only one who had the right to name it. ¡°Well then, let¡¯s test your Burning-city Thunder now,¡± Roland said smilingly. Chapter 1076 - The Power of Worms" Chapter 1076: The Power of ¡°Worms¡± Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The test site was at a valley down the Impassable Mountain Range. It was surrounded by mountains and never before imprinted by the foot of man. With no access to public transit, it was quite difficult for people to reach this area unless with the help of an airplane or a tunnel. Therefore, this was the best place to conduct some secret projects. Napalm weapons were by no means something of extreme secrecy, but there were some rare spectators. ¡°Ah¡­ the air here is so refreshing. I can smell flowers and fresh soil,¡± said Celine as she emerged from the crack of rocks while swaying her tentacle. ¡°It has been over 200 years since I saw the blue sky last time.¡± Retnin shuddered. He looked at Roland, panic-striken and lost. Everyone would be horrified by the sight of a giant blob monster coming out of the ground. If this was a disaster movie, the appearance of such a monster was definitely a turning point of the story where background music normally kicked in. Not to mention that the giant monster could actually speak. If one could still maintain his composure upon such a sight, Roland would think he was a competent official. This was also why Roland had selected this valley as his test site. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. They used to be human too, but the demons turned them into monsters,¡± Roland comforted the alchemist as he patted him on the shoulder. ¡°They communicate through their minds, and that¡¯s why you heard their voices. If you want to talk to them, just say it aloud or within yourself, like this¡­¡± Roland turned to Celine and said, ¡°It isn¡¯t hard for an original carrier to take a look at the blue sky and clear water once in a while, is it?¡± ¡°That¡¯s because Celine locks herself up all day in the research room,¡± said Pasha¡¯s voice as she emerged from the earth. ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Witches have been talking about their experience in the Dream World lately. There¡¯s a specific word that describes her lifestyle. I remember you call a person like her a¡­ shut-in?¡± ¡°I somehow remember there are two adjectives before that.¡± Alethea put in as she appeared with the Senior Demon. ¡°Do you really want me to say them?¡± ¡°Oh, not really¡­¡± Roland raised his brows at Retnin and said, ¡°See? They aren¡¯t that scary, are they?¡± ¡°Y-Yes, you are right¡­¡± Retnin agreed quite reluctantly. ¡°They sacrificed their human bodies in exchange for a life of eternity. Their new bodies are highly resistant to heat and corrosion, which means they can directly touch many chemicals. Their tentacles are sensitive to different materials, which enables them to conduct multiple experiments at the same time. In other words, their bodies are perfect for chemical research. What do you think? Are you interested in working with them?¡± Roland asked with a shrug. Retnin swallowed hard. After a long silence, he answered, ¡°I¡­ I¡¯m fine, Your Majesty.¡± Although Retnin declined Roland¡¯s offer, he no longer avoided eye contact with the Senior Witches from Taquila. Instead, there was a bite of curiosity in his look. Roland shook his head in amusement and walked to the demon binded by ropes. Although the demon had lost its legs, Roland did not want to take chance. This body used to belong to a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior after all. Roland crouched down, looked straight into the demon¡¯s eyes and said, ¡°You are Carb¡­ Radaby, right?¡± Without connecting to a person, the demon could not understand the human language even though it was currently in a human vessel. However, the overt hatred and animosity in the demon¡¯s eyes seemed to have transcended the language barrier between them, so blatant that everyone knew what it was trying to convey. Roland continued indifferently, ¡°I prepared a firework display for you. You committed atrocities against the human population on the Land of Dawn and destroyed more than half of our kingdom. Now, it¡¯s time for us to retaliate. Enjoy the show.¡± He then nodded at Retnin and said, ¡°Go ahead.¡± The alchemist cast a glance at the demon. Knowing that he was not supposed to question the king¡¯s order, he simply shouted, ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Everybody descended into the underground tunnel after everything was in order, leaving the demon alone on the cliff. ¡°Explosion countdown, ten, nine¡­ one, fire!¡± An operator ignited the bomb. In an instant, red flames erupted from the center of the valley. Unlike the high explosives used in their maneuver, the firelight was dimmed by a cloud of thick, black smoke. Neither the noise nor the impact produced by the explosion was as impressive as that by the high explosives. But they soon noticed a big difference between this new weapon and the old one. Through a porthole, they could clearly see thick smog rise slowly and spread across the sky, as though some giant hand had dropped a misty mantle. The hot air pushed fuels up into the air, which cascaded down to the ground like fiery lava and blasted like open umbrellas. After these ¡°umbrellas¡± opened up, flickers of red light grew brighter and soon turned into a flood of flames! Roland knew this was a result of the reaction of the aluminum with the iron oxides in the combustion-supporting layer. The energy released from this chemical reaction caused a second explosion that lasted for several seconds. As the explosives rained down, the valley was immediately ablaze. Although Roland and his party were currently in a relatively safe area, they could still sense hot waves coming from the explosion. Due to the pull of gravity, the thick smoke and the flames finally separated. The smoke dissipated while the fire spread throughout the entire test site. There had been a forest and a brook at the center of the valley, but they were now both aflame. Roland did not think it necessary to check whether their testing animals were still alive at this point anymore. On the other side of the tunnel, Alethea curled up her main tentacle. ¡°If only there was a weapon like this in the Taquila Age!¡± thought she. Since fire was the natural enemy of the Red Mist, the demons never left any visible combustible materials around their outpost. It was impossible to ignite firewood to disperse the Red Mist. Even if the witches managed to produce flame sources with a high temperature, they had to apply their magic power to make them work. Nevertheless, the new weapon offered them a possibility to instantly wipe out the demons¡¯ lair. If they could successfully transport the weapon into the outpost, they would be able to cut a path for the army. In that case, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches would also have a greater chance of survival as they no longer needed to protect common soldiers from the demons and the Red Mist. Alethea almost foresaw a flaming mist storage tower gradually turn into a blinding pillar of fire. The three Senior Witches exchanged their ideas quickly in their original carriers. Without a single word, they reached a mutual understanding among themselves. Alethea stole a glance at the mortal man and heaved a sigh¡­ It was a pity that he had not been born 400 years ago. The flames finally subsided after four hours. The whole valley was razed to the ground. When Roland came out of the tunnel, he had an illusion that it was mid summer rather than early spring. The scorching air had turned the valley into a temporary greenhouse. He looked at the demon on the cliff. As they had cleaned up the surroundings earlier, the fire had not reached their shelter. As for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, they could not sense heat anyway, so the explosion caused them no harm by any means. But Roland clearly spied a hint of disbelief in the demon¡¯s eyes. This was probably what Pasha and the other God¡¯s Punishment Witches expected to see. The Taquila witches did not think the demon would yield. They just wanted it to know ¡ª That the creatures they had been looking down upon all this time had now the capability to annihilate them Chapter 1077 - The Front on the Fertile Land Chapter 1077: The Front on the Fertile Land Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°These are the last steel rails you need to work on today,¡± Leaf said as her head peeked out from the treetops. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°No problem!¡± Molly cheerfully replied. She patted her flat chest and blew a whistle, ¡°Come out, my servant Momota!¡± A blue ball instantly appeared in midair and gradually grew bigger until it reached the height of the treetops. It stretched out its two arms, scooped up the rails on the ground and gulped them down. However, the rails were too long so the two ends of the rails stuck out of the ball. It looked as if the blue ball was punctured by the rails. ¡°Momo¡­ta? But I remember that last time you called it Momoka.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Molly said with her head lopsided. ¡°That doesn¡¯t matter. What matters is that I pronounce her name out loud. Isn¡¯t that how you demonstrate your power?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Leaf pondered for a while and asked, ¡°Did Mystery Moon tell you to do that?¡± ¡°How did you know?¡± Molly asked in surprise. ¡°She also asked me to join the Detective Group.¡± After the release of the magical movie ¡°The Wolf Princess¡±, many viewers were impressed with the scene where Lorgar transformed into a wolf and bravely lunged at her enemy to save her sister. Further encouraged by the Detective Group, young witches in Neverwinter started to shout their slogans out loud whenever they applied their abilities, and this had gradually become a new trend. Molly was surprised that Leaf also knew about the latest trend in the city consdiering that she usually confined her activities within the Misty Forest. The last time she had seen her in Neverwinter was at the king¡¯s coronation ceremony. ¡°I¡­ No, nothing,¡± Leaf evaded the question with a cough. She turned in the direction of Neverwinter and said, ¡°They have delivered new supplies. I¡¯ve got to go.¡± Although Molly really wanted to know how Leaf kept herself up to date, she suppressed her curiosity and waved goodbye to her. In the next second, Leaf transformed into a spirit and disappeared into the thick forest. Molly learned that Leaf could cross the Misty Forest within a blink of an eye. Leaf practically knew everything about the forest. As Leaf drew magic power out of thousands of trees, she could manipulate plants and thus continuously supply construction materials to the front. Compared to her, Molly¡¯s Magic Servant worked much more slowly. Now Molly had a vague understanding of the power of evolution. Molly wondered when she would become as powerful as Leaf. She had been living in Neverwinter for four to five months and had learned the basics of reading and writing. She thought her ability might evolve after she finished reading¡±Principles of Nature¡±. Molly clambered up the Magic Servant and directed Momota to leave the forest. As soon as she walked out of the forest, she saw a busy construction site. ¡°One, two, three, go!¡± ¡°A little to the left!¡± ¡°Take it easy, take it easy!¡± Thousands of workers were busy repairing Tower Station No.0 which was located near the railway that stretched away to the northeast. The station was the first stop on the way to the Taquila ruins and also the terminus station of the route to the forest. A blockhouse stood at each corner of the station. The four blockhouses were connected by trenches and parapets as one unit. The workers were wearing various clothes, some of them were even half-naked. It was hard to associate such a scene with the upcoming battle had Molly not known about the king¡¯s plan beforehand. ¡°Hey, isn¡¯t it Miss Molly? Thanks for coming to help us.¡± ¡°We¡¯re going to bother you again today. The train unit is swamped.¡± ¡°Miss Molly, we tipped over a steam engine. Could you make it stand upright?¡± Many people stopped to greet Molly or asked for her help as she pushed through the crowd and slowly walked down the railway. She was remembered by many workers even though she had been here for only a week. Although Molly¡¯s main task was to make sure nothing happened to the ¡°Seagull¡±, she was ready to help others, just like what she was used to be doing back on the Sleeping Island. Molly felt really happy when her help was appreciated. When she had been on the Sleeping Island, only the witches and a small number of people from the Fjords would show gratitude for her work. There had been little she could do other than loading and unloading ships back then. But now, she could help with many things here and was treated as a celebrity. Her heart was constantly filled with pride and happiness. As long as the ¡°Seagull¡± remained on the ground, she was free to wander around the railway construction site. The scenery beyond Tower Station No.0 was slightly different. Wisps of smoke came into Molly¡¯s sight. They billowed from trains. In fact, these steel monsters were the main transportation tool. They supplied materials to the front nonstop, as if they would never become tired. Molly had transferred only a very small portion of the materials. Unfortunately, according to Princess Tilly, it was not easy to build these trains. They needed the ¡°Seagull¡± to facilitate the transportation between Neverwinter and the front because there was only two to three trains in the entirety of Neverwinter. Regardless of how the battle on the Fertile Plains would unfold, they had to make sure that the logistics and production at the rear were not interrupted. As Molly approached the end of the railway, she saw more uniformed soldiers. After a week of observation, Molly could now distinguish the new recruits from the veterans. Those who stole a glance at her every now and then during a class were usually newbies, whereas those who bowed their heads or were too focused on polishing their weapons to pay attention to her were normally seasoned soldiers. ¡°Look carefully. There are different types of demons!¡± said an instructor as he tapped a picture on the blackboard. ¡°The most common type is the Mad Demon. They have large bodies, thick arms and are good at throwing bone spears. They don¡¯t throw spears in rapid succession unless it¡¯s of an utmost emergency.¡± ¡°Hahaha¡­¡± The crowd erupted into laughter. ¡°Silence!¡± The instructor barked. ¡°I hope they won¡¯t scare the hell out of you when you come across them. The only way to save your lives is to pull the trigger and finish them before they kill you. Neither fleeing nor yielding would work in this situation. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± the class shouted in unison. ¡°Now, next one,¡± the instructor said as he pointed to another picture. ¡°This one, with its eyes on its forehead, is called the Fearsome Demon. There are not many of them, but they¡¯re far more powerful than ordinary Mad Demons. They can paralyze your movements when they see you. You bascially can¡¯t do anything except to wait for your death. However, you can protect yourself with a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Everybody at the front will receive a God¡¯s Stone, although there is a chance that you may encounter them when you are not wearing a God¡¯s Stone.¡± ¡°What should we do then?¡± ¡°Pray to your grandmother or picture someone or something you adore in your head. Use every possible means to overcome your fear!¡± At these words, someone turned around and glanced at Molly. Molly smiled back, winking at the soldier. ¡°Hey, where are you looking?¡± The instructor snarled at the soldier. ¡°Get out of here and go back to the construction site if you don¡¯t want to be in my class!¡± The man immediately ducked away. Molly felt she preferred the new recruits over the veterans. She twitched her lips and urged the Magic Servant to move forward. After another few hundred meters, she reached the very end of the railway where some laborers, soldiers and witches were working together. She immediately caught sight of a girl with flaxen hair in a work suit. It was the Queen of Graycastle, Queen Anna Wimbledon. Chapter 1078 - Gunshots on the Plains Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Whether it was her figure, fashion or appearance, Queen Anna was not the most outstanding one among the witches. To keep it out of the way while she was working, she tied her smooth hair into a ponytail. Her work clothes, which were designed by Roland, focused on functionality over style. The cuffs and collar were tightly bundled and it was stained with dust as she had stayed in the wild for long periods of time. If someone met her for the first time, they would be not believe she was the Queen of Graycastle. But Molly greatly admired her. Because even if someone didn¡¯t know Anna was the queen, they would understand that she was an important person. She was surrounded by high officials in Neverwinter, for example, Karl Van Bate, the Minister of Construction; Edith Kant, the head of General Staff, etc¡­. The route of the railway, the speed of advancement, and the construction arrangements, all needed to be discussed with her. In other words, even if she were not a witch, she would still be the focus of everyone¡¯s attention. Despite being completely ignorant of what they were discussing, Molly felt that Anna, who stood tall, surveying the land, holding maps, and discussing plans, was really gorgeous. Especially when she focused on work, Anna¡¯s lake-blue eyes shined with light like unblemished gems. When working with Anna, both recruits and veterans would defer to her. Molly thought for a moment and ultimately decided not to interrupt Her Highness. Instead, she directed her Magic Servant to avoid the crowd and unloaded the rails in the storage area. Just after she laid down the rails, Shavi peeped over a pile of bricks and asked, ¡°Did you go over to the forest again?¡± Molly immediately had a bad feeling. She ran around the brick pile and found that the other witches were playing cards. ¡°Hey, if it isn¡¯t little Molly?¡± Andrea grinned. Margie was also there, but looked very uncomfortable. ¡°How can you guys slack off and play cards here?¡± Molly yelled, ¡°If you¡¯re discovered, what will people think of Sleeping Spell? I¡¯m going to tell Lady Tilly!¡± ¡°I was¡­ forced by them to come here,¡± said Margie, lowering her head and wringing her hands. ¡°Who is slacking off?¡± Shavi retorted, ¡°I unloaded all these bricks from the train. Otherwise, the workers would still be unloading them. I¡¯m just resting after I finished my work. How can you say I¡¯m slacking off?¡± ¡°You should know that tea time is as important as work. An elegant lady knows how to keep a balance between them,¡± Andrea said, combing her blonde hair with her fingers. ¡°Since Margie is here, she can make sure no one will find us. After all, it¡¯s definitely not allowed to cause trouble for Lady Tilly. Don¡¯t worry about it. By the way, do you want to join us? For playing cards, the more the merrier.¡± ¡°Of course not¡ª¡± Molly was interrupted by an alarm as she was preparing to argue with Andrea. ¡°Woo¡ª Woo¡ª Woo¡ª!¡± Three short blasts meant the discovery of hostile forces! She quickly looked to the northeast, only to see nothing but half-melted snow and weeds across the vast plain. ¡°The enemy was discovered by either Sylvie or Lightning and they gave an advanced warning, so you won¡¯t see anything yet,¡± Shavi reminded her. ¡°Oh, no¡ªHer Highness!¡± Molly suddenly remembered that the Queen of Graycastle would be in harms way. She had heard more than once about Anna¡¯s unique significance to King Roland and Neverwinter. Therefore, she should do everything possible to guarantee her safety. As Molly started to run back, Shavi caught her. ¡°Her Highness is naturally protected by the guards. You won¡¯t be of much help if you go back there,¡± Shavi shook her head. ¡°Based on the speed of the flying demons, Her Highness has at least 10 to 15 minutes to take shelter before the enemy arrives. According to our orders, if there is no prior arrangement for a combat plan, the first thing to do when confronted with an unexpected enemy is to protect yourself and then go to the nearest First Army, Taquila God¡¯s Punishment Witch or other combat groups.¡± ¡°So you don¡¯t have to go anywhere. Stay here and protect me,¡± Andrea had already climbed up on the top of the brick pile with her rifle. ¡°Leave it to me.¡± Just as Shavi said, after Molly climbed onto the brick pile, she found the huge construction site was empty, as if the previous busy scene had never existed. She could faintly see heads in the trenches and some gun emplacements. The train shut down and a sense of seriousness pervaded the entire front. ¡°Sylvie, were you the one who spotted the demons?¡± Andrea took out a Sigil of Listening and asked, ¡°How many are there?¡± ¡°¡­ No, this warning was sent by Lightning.¡± Sylvie¡¯s reply came from the Sigil after a while, ¡°It seems that there are only four Devilbeasts with Mad Demons. The direction is on your right side. There is no trace of Senior Demons.¡± ¡°Only four? It seems like this is just an accidental encounter.¡± ¡°Probably, but don¡¯t take it too easy.¡± Sylvie warned, ¡°You should be able to see them in five minutes.¡± A few minutes later, the demons arrived as expected. The four dark spots were particularly striking under the bright sky. They undoubtedly saw the railway on the Fertile Plains. What was strange was that the demons did not attack, but instead hovered at a distance. ¡°What are they hesitating about?¡± Shavi frowned, ¡°that¡¯s not the demon¡¯s style.¡± ¡°Can you hit them?¡± Molly asked. ¡°No, they¡¯re too far away,¡± Andrea shrugged. ¡°Too many variable for the coin toss. Of course, there is another method¡ª¡± Molly automatically ignored the part which she could not understand and asked, ¡°What method?¡± ¡°For example¡­ a gun with a larger-caliber.¡± She smiled and pointed to the side of the brick pile, ¡°Can your Magic Servant do me a favor?¡± Until then Molly hasn¡¯t noticed this gun of incredible size. Its barrel was over a meter long. She immediately realized what Andrea meant¡ª she could not use such a heavy weapon alone. ¡°Have you¡­ been taking this with you when you played cards?¡± ¡°Thanks to Margie,¡± Andrea said, shrugging. ¡°Besides, carrying a variety of weapons is just a basic requirement for a soldier.¡± Molly stopped talking and raised her hand to summon her Magic Servant. She grabbed the giant gun and placed it on top of its head. At the same time, she ordered Momota to lower its body and spread itself into an oval cushion. ¡°It¡¯s a pity that I hadn¡¯t brought you along for the last fight,¡± Andrea laid down on Momota. ¡°This gun base is much more comfortable than Ashes. Raise the head a little. Right, that¡¯s the right angle.¡± ¡°How about now?¡± Molly adjusted the shape of the Servant. ¡°Perfect. By the way, can you shrink its arms? As small as your fingers.¡± ¡°No problem¡­ But then it won¡¯t be able to hold heavy objects.¡± ¡°That¡¯s okay. Perfect.¡± Andrea squeezed the shrunken arms of the Magic Servant into her ears and then held the gun handle. ¡°Don¡¯t forget to cover your ears!¡± Simultaneously, she pulled the trigger. A loud bang exploded from the gun! A few seconds later, a demon exploded into red mist in the air. Chapter 1079 - The Demons Intentions Chapter 1079: The Demons¡¯ Intentions Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The other three demons responded immediately. They controlled the Devilbeasts and scattered in all directions. They then zigzagged in a direction where they came from and soon disappeared into the distance. While retreating, a demon even turned back to toss its spear toward the head of the Devilbeast which had a broken wing and was spiraling down. Although Andrea concentrated on the target, the second standing coin never appeared. ¡°They escaped?¡± Shavi asked in surprise, ¡°What did they come for?¡± For the first time, the demons escaped before a direct confrontation. In previous cases, the brutal demons would not give up until they attacked their targets severely. It was indeed surprising that they just hovered rather than attacking or spying. ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± Andrea released the trigger, ¡°They seem to have figured out how to dodge the sniper. The enemies learn very quickly, don¡¯t they, little Molly?¡± She laughed, looking at Molly who was rubbing her ears. ¡°You should remind me earlier next time,¡± Molly complained. The sound of this weapon was not lower than that of a cannon. She hardly had time to cover her ears. Even so, she still felt dizzy due to the thunder-like bang. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t expect the ¡®guiding lines¡¯ to appear so fast. Probably my ability has improved again.¡± Andrea blinked her eyes, ¡°I¡¯ll give you a special compensation to apologize.¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t do it on purpose. You don¡¯t have to apologize, ¡± Molly scratched her head. ¡°After all, defeating the enemy is more important.¡± ¡°But I¡¯ll feel sorry for it.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± She had to agree in face of the earnest stare of Andrea, ¡°What¡¯s the compensation?¡± ¡°Chaos Drinks,¡± Andrea said, covering her mouth. ¡°Are you¡­ sure?¡± Molly asked in surprise. When they were on the Sleeping Island, she only knew that Andrea was born in a prominent family and was one of the most powerful combat witches, so she was nearly as important as Ashes. In addition, Andrea used to stay with Lady Tilly, so Molly had few opportunities to communicate with Andrea in the past. After coming to Neverwinter, the gap between combat witches and non-combat witches completely disappeared. It was then she found out that Andrea was not as cold as she imagined, but elegant and friendly. However, she had not expected Andrea to be so generous! ¡°Yeah, the general rule is a cup for each round. My special compensation is that if you lose, you don¡¯t need to give me a cup. If I lose, I¡¯ll give it to you. How is this? It¡¯s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.¡± ¡°I see. If I don¡¯t have to lose, it¡¯s indeed¡­ Wait, it¡¯s not!¡± Molly suddenly understood, ¡°Doesn¡¯t it mean that I¡¯m going to play cards? I won¡¯t join¡ª¡± ¡°But you¡¯ve promised it, just now,¡± Andrea revealed a ¡°too late¡± expression. ¡°Stay here and don¡¯t leave. I¡¯ll go to the command post and come back soon!¡± Before Molly had time to explain, Andrea had already jumped down from the brick pile and rushed to the end of the dump site. She turned to Margie who obviously had the similar feeling and finally knew what she meant by saying ¡°I was forced by them to come here¡±. ¡­ Frontline command post. Within half an hour, all the information about this ¡°accidental encounter¡± had been gathered and placed on Iron Axe¡¯s desk. Lightning and Maggie who had been wandering around the watch circle were the first ones to discover the enemy¡¯s trail. At that time, they were flying through the clouds one after another and happened to had been out of the sight of the enemy. After that, they followed the demons at the six o¡¯clock direction and sent warnings to Sylvie through the Sigil of Listening. According to Lightning¡¯s description, the demons¡¯ flight route was a straight line on the map which linked the railway front and the Taquila ruins. In other words, they were not patrolling but they came after the First Army from the very beginning. The entire encounter lasted for about a quarter of an hour. Miss Andrea was the only one to achieve the victory, as the anti-Devilbeast sniper rifle was the only effective weapon which could hit the target at this distance. After one demon was shot, the rest of them immediately chose to retreat and zigzagged to avoid Andrea¡¯s further shooting. It was proved to be effective and Andrea failed to shoot them again. Sylvie monitored their process of leaving the watch circle. Lightning and Maggie did not take any further action, either. Fifteen minutes later, the alarm was lifted. Iron Axe laid down his report and took a deep breath. This was the integrated war intelligence system designed by His Majesty. Each unit would report their actions level by level. The General Staff department would then collect all information, sort out and refine it in order to review the whole combat process. With the assistance of a map and a sand table, the military commanders could have the most direct understanding of the front battle. Though having operated the system several times before the expedition, Iron Axe was still shocked by the initial practical use of the system. For the first time, he felt that the war was so clear that it felt like he was standing on a cloud that overlooked the entire combat. In Iron Sand City, even the battle of hundreds of people between the clans could be chaotic. If he wanted to sort out the result of the battle, he could only get a rough conclusion even if he devoted a lot of time and energy to it. Yet, it was different now. Both the enemy¡¯s action and First Army¡¯s response were clearly presented in his mind. The feeling of being on top of it made him realize that the battles between the Mojin clans were merely street fights. Of course, it was far from being sufficient enough to know the overall situation. The most important task was to figure out the demons¡¯ intentions. Iron Axe looked at Edith, who was carefully staring at the map. She was the only one not to discuss with other Staff members. He had previously reported to King Roland his private contact with her, but Iron Axe had no regrets. He had pledged allegiance to the king. Even if he felt sorry for her, he would not make a second choice. Nevertheless, he felt guilty toward her and was prepared to be ridiculed or ignored by her. What she did was out of his expectation. She acted as if it had not happened, and still invited him to participate in the gatherings of the General Staff Department. However, she did not have any private discussions with him anymore. He realized that he indeed did not understand this woman¡¯s thoughts¡ªsince they were in the Southernmost Region. ¡°Did you find something?¡± Iron Axe walked behind her. ¡°No,¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°I¡¯m not a demon and I just met them once. How can I know what they think?¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t discuss with them. I thought you had some idea.¡± ¡°Discussion without clues is meaningless. You can neither prove it nor deny it. It contributes nothing but anxiety.¡± ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll take it as the final decision of the General Staff and report to His Majesty,¡± Iron Axe nodded. If even Pearl of the Northern Region could not figure it out, there was no need for them to continue the discussion. ¡°Well, go,¡± Edith paused, ¡°but¡­¡± ¡°But what¡­?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯ll end so easily. If the enemy really came for us, they¡¯d definitely take actions again in the near future.¡± What happened later proved Edith¡¯s guess. Just two days later, the demons once again appeared in the northeast. Four Mad Demons again. They were farther away from the front this time. Only four black spots could be barely observed by the naked eye. Chapter 1080 - A New Station Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Miss Sylvie has confirmed that there are no other demons nearby.¡± ¡°If the enemy launches an attack at this distance, we have at least five minutes to react.¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough for the anti-aircraft machine gun squad to prepare. How about the threat judgment?¡± ¡°There is no Senior Demon among them. The threat to Her Highness is almost zero.¡± ¡°If we continue the construction, the greatest loss may be from the rail removal team, as it¡¯s inconvenient to evacuate such a large number of workers in a short time. It¡¯s estimated to result in one or two casualties.¡± Everyone in the command post was busy analyzing the intelligence and discussing. Their conclusions were listed on the board. This was a habit gradually cultivated by the Staff members. In face of complicated and diverse information, written words left more of an impression than oral ones. ¡°In conclusion,¡± Ferlin Eltek, with a hand on his chest, said to Iron Axe, ¡°we think that it¡¯s better to keep construction than to stop and defend. The demons will probably know our intention, but His Majesty already expected this. As for the four flying demons, we only need to be on the basic alert.¡± In a word, the conclusion they got from all the information was ¡°no threat¡±. The General Staff assisted in analyzing the information and giving advice while Iron Axe was the final decision-maker. He realized that he totally agreed with the conclusion. The First Army was different from the ancient army 400 years ago. A vanguard unit of 5,000 soldiers was huge and would definitely not be affected by four Mad Demons. Even if they killed the demons at the price of the injuries and deaths of several workers, it would not be accounted as a loss for His Majesty¡¯s plan. After all, the risk of working in Barbarian Land had long since been written into the contract. Iron Axe looked at Edith, who did not say anything. At the command post, silence meant approval. ¡°I got it. Order the construction team to continue working and the anti-aircraft machine gun squad to be on alert. The rest stand by as usual,¡± Edith suddenly said when Iron Axe was ready to give orders to the lieutenant. Not to him, but to Agatha and Phyllis. ¡°Do you have a way to swat those flies directly?¡± ¡°Do you want us¡­ to take the initiative to attack?¡± Agatha frowned. ¡°That¡¯s right. I always feel it¡¯s not good to allow them to spy on us,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region nodded. ¡°As I know, the two little girls who can fly have excellent combat ability, don¡¯t they? With the assistance of Lady of Dawn, they probably can kill all of the demons. This is beyond the capabilities of the First Army. Only you can do it.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Agatha hesitatively said, ¡°In theory, they won¡¯t be in danger only when there are two demons. Otherwise, if the demons throw spears, they can hardly dodge at a short distance. Even if Andrea were to shoot a demon down, there would still be three demons¡­¡± She gradually stopped talking, as she found out what she said not so convincing. Since it was a war, the risk was unavoidable, not to mention this war was so important that it would determine the future of humankind. To get an opportunity of survival, thousands of witches had fought with and been killed by the demons. Lightning should not get special treatment. In fact, she had sensed Lightning¡¯s oddness since they had come to Fertile Plains. Though Lightning tried to hide it, Agatha, who had experienced the Battle of Divine Will, was not unfamiliar with this state, which was, the confusion after encountering an unimaginably powerful enemy. The strength of the enemy overpowered her and made her feel powerless. Even many Blessed Army witches who had been to the battlefield for many times could not get rid of it and had to use medicine or magic abilities to cure or wait to recover little by little by themselves. As long as they could defeat the demons, Agatha did not mind the risk. She was willing to participate in any extremely dangerous plans if they were beneficial enough. She believed that other Taquila survivors would make the same choice. Nonetheless, Lightning was different. Compelling her to confront with the demons in such state was not different from sending her to death. Agatha feared no risks but she could not push others to the abyss, especially her partners and sisters. After waking up again in Neverwinter, she realized that she had been changed a lot by these witches. ¡°Well¡­¡± Edith raised her eyebrows but did not insist, ¡°How about driving the demons away? They can conceal themselves by using the Magic Ark. Then Lady of Dawn can try to find an opportunity to shoot at the demons. Even one is better than nothing. I think it¡¯s better than allowing the demons to spy on us.¡± Agatha looked at Iron Axe and said, ¡°No problem. I¡¯ll inform the Special Action Team.¡± ¡­ In the following days, a strange ¡°chemistry¡± formed between the demons and the First Army. Nearly every day a team of Devilbeasts would wander around the outer defense line, and sometimes two or three teams would appear. They came from different directions. Nevertheless, as long as it was within Sylvie¡¯s vision, their actions were clearly monitored by her. The First Army would know their whereabouts before they entered the range which could be seen by naked eye. Since the demons probably failed to find an opportunity to launch an attack, they did not do anything except flying around. At the very beginning, the demons caused certain chaos in the construction team. Several days later, people became accustomed to it and devoted to their work even when the demons appeared. After all, the ¡°potential threat¡± was far away from them while the wages were more attractive. The only ¡°inharmonious part¡± came from Andrea. Every time when a demon was shot and fell down, the crowd would burst into loud cheers. It was completely unpredictable. Sometimes nothing would happen for a day, and sometimes the demons might be shot down for two or three times. Most people did not know the existence of the Special Action Team, but they realized that the army was taking counteractions. The workers even started a new type of gambling game. That was to guess the doomsday of the demons. They guessed how many demons would show up and how many could leave. This game became popular in their spare time. As the construction went smoothly, the First Army soon advanced to the second section of the railway. According to the combat plan, the railway line which was unprotected by the Misty Forest would be equipped with a station every 50 kilometers. The blockhouse built with concrete and steel could facilitate a small number of First Army soldiers to defend against demons multiple times. Meanwhile, the vanguard unit could coordinate with the previously stationed troops, and the logistics would also be more convenient. The area between the stations would be protected by the armored train which cruised on the railway. Even if the demons destroyed part of the rails, it would not be difficult to repair. With these stations, it would be impossible for the demons to destroy the ¡°dark river¡± in a short time. The stations were like nails which facilitated the First Army to take roots on this fertile land. What they needed to do at present was to knock in the second nail¡ª ¡°Tower Station No.1¡±. Chapter 1081 - A Quiet Night Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The whole encampment lapsed into a dead silence after nightfall. Everybody sank into deep slumber after working for a whole day, including the witches. Yet Lightning was wide awake. Her insomina had started around half a month ago ¡ª or rather, she had been feeling restless ever since her departure from the Misty Forest. The marks of Maggie¡¯s beak began to throb again, reminding her of the experience on that day. Lightning did not know whether the pain was real or not. She had tried many different methods to distract herself but none of them worked. The wound was still there. It neither aggravated nor disappeared but remained on her chest like a permanent scarlet stain that refused to come off. Lightning was distraught. Every day, she stayed awake until three or four in the morning before falling into a short, restless sleep. Haunted by constant nightmares, she would wake up with a flinch at the slightest sound made around her. Lightning let out an almost inaudible sigh. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Maggie lying sprawled across her bed in a deep slumber. She tucked her wrinkled blanket under Maggie¡¯s armpits, slid off the bed and walked out of the room quietly. The witches¡¯ encampment was laid at the center of the campsite, guarded by the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. As Lightning did not want to disturb them, she flew out of the campsite and landed on the half-completed railway quietly. The moonlight slanted along the road and silvered the edge of the railway tracks. A night breeze sighed through the field, ruffling bushes and trees. Dimly, she could hear birds chirping and insects sing. She would have liked a night like this before, but now she was just not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of nature. Lightning did not even have the courage to look in Taquila¡¯s direction. She knew that the monster hiding in the dark was still watching her. Every time she sensed its gaze, her hand would automatically reach for her wound in the chest. Looking at the crossties stretching across the field, Lightning felt bitter. It had actually taken her a month to finally overcome her fear and fly over the low city wall of Neverwinter. Lightning knew she might never be able to directly confront the Senior Demons in Taquila, but she believed that as long as she continued with her rehabilitation program, she would, at least one day, be able to return to her original condition prior to the incident. Yet the reality was ruthless. She not only lost the ability to summon her power at will but also had difficulties flying. What was worse, she even started to become scared of regular demons. In the past, she and Maggie could beat four Mad Demons effortlessly. But now, she could only tail the enemy at a distance, waiting for them to retreat. In other words, she was a hindrance to the operation. The thought almost brought Lightning to tears. No matter how hard she tried to conceal her secret, people would eventually discover it. Even Maggie, who was usually slow at understanding things, had noticed something different about her. Perhaps one day, Maggie would go her own way, leaving her timid-self behind. By then, what should she do? ¡°I¡¯m so useless,¡± Lightning mumbled as she crouched down and buried her head between her knees. ¡°How can a person, so afraid of demons, be the captain of the Exploration Group? They¡¯ll definitely laugh at me if they know what a craven I am¡­ I always regarded myself as the greatest explorer, but the truth is, I¡¯m just a coward.¡± ¡°Yes, you are,¡± a voice in her head said reprimandingly. ¡°They¡¯ll sooner or later know who you are and laugh at you.¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t want this¡­¡± Lightning said and broke into a sob. ¡°Now you see the consequence of bragging. If you don¡¯t want anybody to mock you, you¡¯d better leave for somewhere nobody knows. Otherwise, you¡¯ll be a laughing stock for sure.¡± ¡°Is this the only way? To leave?¡± ¡°No, you can¡¯t leave,¡± a voice said suddenly. ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± Aghast, Lightning yelled and jerked her head upward. She saw a familiar figure not far away from her, with a pair of long ears and a tail wagging in the ghostly opaline white moonlight. ¡°¡­ Lorgar?¡± Lightning cried. ¡°Ahem¡­¡± The wolf girl answered on a cough. ¡°As a disclaimer, it wasn¡¯t my intention to eavesdrop on you.¡± Lightning now noticed that Lorgar was drenched in sweat. Her olive skin, a typical feature of Mojins, was sparkling like dewy gemstones. ¡°Are you¡­ on training?¡± ¡°Yes. I¡¯m not as strong as an Extraordinary. Although I can transform into a wolf, I still need to strengthen my body. Otherwise, I¡¯ll become weak, let alone combatting,¡± said Lorgar as she spread out her hands. ¡°We haven¡¯t encountered any demons lately, and I¡¯ve promised the chief not to leave the campsite. To make sure that I receive adequate physical training every day, I have to work out at night.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Lightning mumbled, now completely back to the present. She took a deep breath, buried her face in her hands and asked, ¡°Did you, hear everything?¡± She did not even need an answer. Wolves normally had an acute sense of hearing. Lightning felt the heat rise in her face and neck. ¡°Well¡­¡± Lorgar paused for a second and said, ¡°I¡¯ve never comforted anyone before, so I can¡¯t offer you solace. However, I want to tell you my father¡¯s story.¡± ¡°He was born in the Wildflame clan and is a member of the Burnflame Family, but nobody expected him to be the chief of the clan at that time, because he has a big weakness compared to his eight brothers. My father doesn¡¯t like social events. He¡¯s afraid of hunting by himself, and hunting is a big social event by which the Mojins choose their chief. After all, a chief not only needs to manage affairs within his clan but also exert his influence on other tribes. Every clan would choose the best of their younger generations to showcase their power.¡± Lightning was at a loss for words. She could not believe what she had heard. The unsociable person whom Lorgar talked about had not only overshadowed everyone during the Neverwinter Sport Meeting but had also caught King Roland¡¯s attention. Was that man really Lorgar¡¯s father? ¡°To be honest, I didn¡¯t believe it when my father told me, so I went to check with my grandfather,¡± Lorgar went on smilingly as she approached Lightning slowly and crouched down next to her. ¡°But it was true. I asked my grandfather why he selected my father as the chief of our clan, and he said Guelz probably couldn¡¯t achieve anything by himself, but he is the strongest warrior in the clan with the support of his clansmen. So why not pick him? It¡¯s because clansmen should always support each other, and this is how a clan survives. A hunting event doesn¡¯t prove anything.¡± Lightning¡¯s heart missed a beat. ¡°I actually feel happy about¡­ what my father and my elder brother did for me in Neverwinter,¡± Lorgar said while dropping her ears. ¡°My father did something he would have never done if it wasn¡¯t for me¡­ He did something quite embarrassing.¡± ¡°Hmm, r-really? You stormed off and went back to the Witch Building, leaving them in the castle hall alone. You said you didn¡¯t want to see them again, although I do admit that their outfits were a little inappropriate in that situation.¡± thought Lightning. ¡°My grandfather probably wanted me to understand that courage not only comes from within but also from outside,¡± said Lorgar slowly. ¡°So why do you have to care so much about how other people look at you? If your team members in the Exploration Group come across a crisis, will you leave them alone?¡± After a moment of silence, Lighting replied quietly, ¡°¡­ thank you.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve told you I¡¯m not comforting you. I¡¯m just telling you a story,¡± said the wolf girl who jerked her head away. ¡°So, you don¡¯t need to thank me for anything. Plus, I find the Exploration Group sort of interesting¡­ As a group member, I¡¯m obligated to cheer you up.¡± Lightning was on the verge of tears. She rubbed her eyes hastily, pretending it was a trick of winds. When she finally calmed herself down and was ready to speak, Lorgar suddenly turned around and clapped her hand over her mouth. ¡°Shh¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± After Lorgar lifted her hand, Lightning asked in hushed voice. ¡°Do you hear anything?¡± Huh? Lightning raised her head and listened carefully. Other than the whistling wind, she heard nothing. ¡°Hang on¡­ it seems the owls and the insects have stopped singing.¡± ¡°Something is coming this way from there,¡± Lorgar said while pricking up her ears, her eyes resting on the night sky in the east. ¡°This whistle is¡­ watch out!¡± She grabbed Lightning by her waist, and the two girls rolled down a slope to the curb! Just at that moment, they heard a deafening roar crack through the air above! Chapter 1082 - A Battle in the Darkness Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°What just happened?¡± Lightning felt her head swimming. By the time she returned to the present, she found herself surrounded by numerous long black needles as thick as a man¡¯s finger. These lusterless crystals landed in the vicinity of the railway, point down, quivering like black swords. Then, a few more blasts from the encampment shattered the silence of the night. ¡°This is¡­ an attack!¡± The enemy had sent the Spider Demons to attack the Expedition Corp! By the time Lightning realized what had happened, the enemy had started their second round. This time, however, the noise did not come from the sky but traveled through the trembling ground underneath, thudding as if a heavy object were smashed into the earth. ¡°Oh, no¡­¡± Lorgar muttered under her breath. ¡°That¡¯s where the Longsong Cannons are.¡± It appeared that the demons first located the encampment before they attacked the cannons. Could they really do that in such a pitch-black night? ¡°Why hasn¡¯t the alarm gone off yet?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve got to wake everybody up!¡± Lightning yelled. Since she did not take her flight suit or sigil with her when she sneaked out, she had to fly back to the campsite against the heavy fire above the encampment. At this thought, Lightning grabbed Lorgar by her arm, trying to hoist her up to her feet. ¡°You¡­¡± Lighting turned around. To her great surprise, she saw a long needle half buried in Lorgar¡¯s leg, nailing the wolf girl into the ground. Blood oozed profusely from her wound and soaked her pants. Lightning suddenly felt suffocating. It was her fault that Lorgar got hurt¡­ ¡°Don¡¯t be stupid,¡± Lorgar said, grinning. ¡°The needle would get me regardless. Probably my condition would have been even worse if I didn¡¯t meet you. Fortunately, there¡¯s no demons¡¯ blood on these stone needles, so I just got a scratch.¡± ¡°What scratch! Your bone is broken,¡± Lightning said within herself. From the volume of the blood, the needle might have reached Lorgar¡¯s main blood vessel. If that was the case, it should be handled very carefully. However, where could she find Nana now? If the Mad Demons came back, Lorgar would literally become a sitting duck, completely vulnerable and defenseless! Lightning revolved a multitude of thoughts in her head rapidly but could not find a solution. ¡°Look,¡± Lorgar said feebly as she put her hand on Lightning¡¯s shoulder. ¡°You need to get to that big machine on the railway¡­¡± ¡°Do you mean the ¡®Blackriver¡¯?¡± Lightning asked in surprise. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Everybody should have heard the bombing by now,¡± the wolf girl said painfully. ¡°The problem is how we¡¯re going to deal with it. If my assumption is right, at least half of the enemy are coming for the Longsong Cannons. It seems to me that they¡¯re also using weapons other than stone needles. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s happening there, but if¡­ if the demons get what they want, we would lose the only weapon that has a chance to repulse them. You know its possible consequence, don¡¯t you?¡± If that happened, the Spider Demons would be able to pour down black needles at the encampment unscrupulously and break through the entire defensive line. Lightning nodded. ¡°Aargh¡­ then hurry up¡­¡± Lorgar urged, pushing Lightning on the back. ¡°Although this is the first place being attacked, it¡¯s actually the safest. I¡¯m not their target anyway¡­ Look over there¡­¡± Lightning looked in the direction Lorgar pointed at and saw the wooden watchtower at the end of the railway had been chopped off by half as if it were engulfed by the darkness. ¡°So, run! To the ¡®Blackriver¡¯¡ª¡± the wolf girl shouted at the top of her lungs through her teeth. ¡°Only you can do that now!¡± She was right. Flying would be the fastest way to deliver a message to the armored train traveling between the front and Station No. 0. Lightning clenched her fist. She cast one last glance at Lorgar before turning around reluctantly. Within a second, she soared into the air and zoomed toward the encampment. A few gunshots reached her ears. As Lorgar had predicted, the whole campsite was awakened. Although the soldiers did not know where their enemy came from, they all scrambled to their feet and armed themselves for the upcoming battle. So did the witches. God¡¯s Punishment Witches were always the first ones to get themselves ready. They were light sleepers who kept their armors on even in their sleep. When Lightning dashed back into her room, she found an anxious Maggie pacing up and down in agitation. ¡°Where have you been, coo?¡± Maggie asked, throwing herself onto Lightning in a hug that nearly knocked her flat. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me you were out for a walk, coo?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I have to head to the ¡®Blackriver¡± now. I¡¯ll fill you in later,¡± said Lightning with a surge of guilt. She had thought that tactless as Maggie was, she would never understand what fear meant. However, she had been wrong. Maggie might not necessarily feel scared, but she did care for her friend. ¡°I¡¯ll come with you, coo.¡± ¡°No, they need you here,¡± Lightning said, although deep down inside, she really wanted to have Maggie in her company. ¡°Sylvie needs you to help her monitor the encampment. The more people keep an eye on the demons, the better!¡± ¡°Cheer up! I can¡¯t drag everyone¡¯s feet anymore,¡± Lightning reminded herself. ¡°Also, I need you to do one thing for me first,¡± Lightning added as she put on her flight suit as fast as she could. She brushed Maggie¡¯s long hair from her forehead, held her face with both her hands and said, ¡°Please promise me that you¡¯ll succeed in this mission. It¡¯s the most important task of the Exploration Group.¡± ¡°Coo?¡± Maggie asked while blinking. ¡°Please find Nana and take her to the end of the railway. Lorgar is seriously injured and is currently lying there. Please make sure you bring her back, ok?¡± Maggie bent her head firmly and said, ¡°Coo!¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll entrust the matter to you,¡± said Lightning as she gently pressed her forehead to Maggie¡¯s. She then flew straight out of the room. As she climbed, she noticed the reason why the alarm had not gone off in the first place. The five watchtowers in the outer ring of the defensive line were now all gone. Apparently, they had been destroyed during the enemy¡¯s first attack. Those watchtowers should have been fortified strongholds equipped with concrete blockhouses. However, since they had just started the construction of Tower Station No. 0, they had yet to erect web wires on the outer side of the trenches, let alone a complete set of fortifications. What further unnerved Lightning was that the gunshots appeared to have come from the inner circle of the encampment, which meant that the soldiers were currently fighting against someone. Nevertheless, she had seen no sign that indicated the defensive line had been broken through so far. Although the enemy was still attacking the campsite, they seemed to be quite far away. So, who were the soldiers fighting against? She started to understand how important her role was. ¡°Yes, I¡¯m a coward.¡± ¡°Yes, I lost to the Senior Demon.¡± ¡°But there¡¯s still something I¡¯m capable of¡­¡± ¡°Which is flying!¡± ¡°I admit I¡¯m scared.¡± ¡°As long as I don¡¯t look toward the north, I should be fine.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t even need to face regular demons.¡± ¡°I just need to fly straight to the railway. There¡¯s no excuse for me to be so timid anymore!¡± Lightning sped up as she zoomed toward the forest along the ¡°Black River¡±. ¡°Faster, just a little faster!¡± As she kept pushing herself, gradually, she felt her power come back. When she overcame her fear, the whole world around her became silent. For the first time in such a long time, Lightning entered the Realm of Silence again after her awakening! Chapter 1083 - A Black Apparition Translator: TransN Editor: TransN Danny leaped out of the bed when he heard the first blast. In the next moment, something splattered against the roof before crumbs and chipped stones started to rain down from the ceiling. The whole house began to wobble violently. ¡°W-what happened?¡± ¡°Is it an earthquake?¡± His companions were all startled. The pitch-black room soon sank into chaos. ¡°No, it¡¯s a raid!¡± The soldier closest to the door yelped as he snatched up his rifle. He was about to rush out when Danny pinned him down to the floor. ¡°What are you doing?¡± the soldier barked. ¡°Don¡¯t move. They¡¯re still attacking us!¡± Danny growled. As Danny had expected, soon a few more blasts reached their ears, and something hailed down at the roof again. ¡°D-Damn it, that is¡­¡± In a cloud of dust, someone lit a candle. After the dark was dispersed by the dim candlelight, everybody sucked in their breath in horror. Thousands of sharp black needles had pierced the ceiling. In the flickering light, they looked like human hairs hanging upside down. ¡°That was a Spider Demon¡­¡± The soldier on the ground swallowed hard. Most members of the sniper unit had participated in the first expedition, so they knew the Spider Demons pretty well. The soldier on the floor immediately realized what would have happened to him had he rushed out of the house. ¡°If I survive this battle, I¡¯ll buy two lamb legs and thank Miss Lotus in person,¡± another soldier promised as he patted his chest. The soldiers normally lived in a tent during a battle; but this time, the witches built a few concrete houses for them. Although they were not sure whether it was a decision made by the management team or not, the concrete dwellings had definitely saved them on this particular occasion. If they had lived in a tent, they would have been long dead by now. ¡°Don¡¯t be so pessimistic. I¡¯m still looking forward to my wedding.¡± ¡°You just want to fawn over Miss Lotus, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Nonsense. If he intends to fawn over someone, it has to be Miss Angel, Nana.¡± It was a narrow escape, but none of them looked very concerned about this raid. They quickly armed themselves with weapons and ammunition while jabbering. Because they all knew one thing. Death was unavoidable and inevitable. Rather than worrying about their unforeseeable future, it would be more practical to kill the enemy. As the campsite became gradually alive with noises, Danny pushed open the door and dashed out of the room while ducking his head. The few sentinels outside the barrack were long dead. The whole encampment was raucous: people were yelling; demons were howling; there were also gunshots and explosions everywhere. Nobody knew the number and whereabouts of the enemy. The watchtower was enveloped in an impenetrable darkness with no lights on to point them direction, as though these demons all had come out of nowhere. Danny clambered straight up to the roof and sprinted in the direction where he heard the least gunshots, totally ignoring his desperate companions shouting behind him. ¡°I thought you would look for the place where most people are.¡± He heard Malt chuckle in his head. This was the reason he liked fighting. His partner would only appear when he threw himself into a battle. ¡°If there are many people, it means our guys are in an advantageous position. My presence would just help them finish off their enemy faster,¡± Danny replied. ¡°However, on-and-off gunshots indicate someone is having a bitter fight. They tell me that my bullet is in need.¡± ¡°I¡¯d told you before that it wasn¡¯t your fault¡ª you can¡¯t save everyone on a battlefield.¡± ¡°But at least I can save the ones I see,¡± Danny said with a smile. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I feel good. I can see you better now.¡± Danny looked around. As he had expected, he saw his old partner float out of the darkness, running next to him. Danny soon found a high point of the battleground as he proceeded. After he climbed up a tottering pile of iron cases, he immediately spied some Longsong Cannons standing in an open field in his vicinity. A few demons were using bunkers to have physical altercations with some artilleries. Apparently, the artilleries, not equipped with heavy weapons, were having a difficult time subduing the demons. They could not easily recover their encampment while the latter was spearing. Many people were lying sprawled in pools of blood, penetrated by bone spears on the road leading to the artillery field. ¡°How did they get here?¡± ¡°I have no idea, but I¡¯m now going to finish them,¡± Danny said as he raised his long gun and aimed it at a demon who sneaked up behind a barrack. If this demon succeeded in his attempt, the artillerymen would suffer an onslaught. However, the demon was now too focused on its own undertaking to realize that a sniper was right behind it. Danny pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation. As a cloud of Red Mist erupted from the back of its head, the demon fell off the roof and plummeted to the ground. Danny could literally hit anyone within 100 meters in the moonlight. ¡°Good job. Watch out for your left-hand side. Someone¡¯s coming.¡± Danny then saw five or six soldiers crouch at a corner, inching toward the edge of the wall, planning to have a desperate struggle with the demons despite the raining spears. ¡°Very brave fellows but pretty silly as well. Without a shield, you can¡¯t possibly survive the spearing attack,¡± Danny muttered under his breath, his lips curling up into a smile. ¡°How about hanging in there for a bit longer?¡± He quickly fired three shots, and the bullets landed right beside the soldiers¡¯ feet just when they were about to make their move. Frightened by the whistle of the bullets and resultant dust, they shrank back. ¡°They would bite your head off if they knew it was you,¡± Malt said apprehensively. ¡°Hahaha.¡± Danny broke into a laughter. ¡°Let them be.¡± He re-aimed his gun at the Mad Demons and shot in rapid succession. Deterred by the gunshots, the demons stopped attacking the barrack and hid themselves. Just then, a loud noise cracked through the air above. ¡°Watch out! Look over there!¡± No sooner had Malt finished his warning than several shadows descended from the sky and dived to the encampment. ¡°Bang! Bang! Bang!¡± The earth quavered when the shadows hit the ground. In the moonlight, Danny found out in his great dismay that they were actually three giant black stone pillars! The stone pillars started to billow clouds of Red Mist after they landed. They sizzled just like the steam engine invented by His Majesty. But he soon realized they were not machines. Three thick slabs peeled off the big pillars, producing a ton of ¡°blood¡±. The pillars were then divided into three parts, each of which contained a demon! These demons were enveloped in a fluid-filled sac, just as a baby floated in its mother¡¯s womb. After the sac was drained of blood, the demons awoke, revealing their gruesome tusks. A bullet landed precisely on one of the Mad Demons¡¯ head when it walked out of a black stone pillar. ¡°Crack!¡± The demon staggered and then slumped against the stone pillar with a thud. ¡°So this is how you came here,¡± Danny snorted as he reloaded his gun. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you just stay in there since you weren¡¯t fully awake anyway? Come as you like, but I¡¯ll kill every single one of you. Watch me, Malt!¡± Chapter 1084 - In Battle Fumes Chapter 1084: In Battle Fumes Translator: TransN Editor: TransN The battle became fiercer as the enemy continued to attack. With a whoosh, a dozen stone pillars plunged from above. Thick ashes and smoke, mixed with the Red Mist, permeated the air and overspread the pale moon. Chipped stones splattered against the ground, forcing people to bow their heads. The whole situation turned into a sort of doomsday disaster. One stone pillar landed right on one of the iron cases. The shockwaves sent Danny flying across the battlefield. By the time he realized what had happened, he had laid in a heap on the ground. ¡°Aargh¡­ damn it,¡± Danny muttered between his coughs, feeling a pain lance through his chest. Meanwhile, he also tasted blood in his mouth. ¡°Malt, are¡­ are you OK?¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± Malt replied next to him anxiously, ¡°but you are hurt!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve probably got a broken rib,¡± said Danny through his teeth, wincing. ¡°It¡¯s not a big deal though. As long as I can still pull the trigger, I can continue to fight¡­¡± He fumbled in the darkness for his gun frantically, a little panic until he finally found it. ¡°No, you should run, as fast as you can!¡± Malt implored. Danny struggled to draw himself up and leaned against a dented iron case behind him. It almost cost him all his strength. He saw a towering black stone pillar loom against the cloud of Red Mist, about to open. Danny raised his gun slowly and placed it on his shoulder while using his knee to stabilize the weapon. Since the target was just ten meters away, he did not think he would miss it. ¡°Stop! That¡¯s enough! Why don¡¯t you leave?¡± Danny could hear Malt scream. He also wanted to ask himself the same question. ¡°Because I don¡¯t want to leave the battlefield and I don¡¯t want to lose you¡­¡± The moment he fired, the slab collapsed. He hit it. Before the demon tore the sac open, the bullet had penetrated his forehead. This time, however, the demon did not fell flat on its face. It walked out of the pillar while shaking what remained of the sac off his body and stopped before Danny. It was an armored demon much larger than a Mad Demon. As it drew itself to its full, magnificent height, it cast Danny into a long shadow that spread across the sky. In the utter darkness, Danny could only see its red eyes glinting maliciously. Danny reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger again. With a clink, sparks flew off the demon¡¯s chest and pale blue waves rippled across its body. The demon fixed Danny with a cool stare and slouched toward him. It did not draw out its weapon but continue to shuffle toward him with a supercilious look on its face. Danny repeated the same action mechanically. He reloaded the gun and fired, but his bullets seemed to have lost their magic touch. ¡°No¡­¡± Malt broke into a sob in despair. Upon the fourth shot, dazzling flames suddenly erupted from the demon¡¯s chest. ¡°Bang!¡± With an earsplitting crash, the demon was sent flying across the field and straight into an iron case. Danny stood transfixed on the ground, watching a tendril of smoke escape from the muzzle in amazement. Then he saw a man in front of him. ¡°Run, mortal,¡± said the man as he turned around. ¡°This is not something you can handle. We¡¯ll take over from here.¡± The man was carrying a rifle with a huge caliber, the bullets around his waist as thick as his wrist. Apparently, they were not something a normal man could carry. Further, the man was plastered with the same armor the demon was wearing. ¡°Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics¡±. Those were the words that came to Danny¡¯s mind at that moment. This unit had become the most mysterious unit of the First Army since their debut during the first expedition. They never attended their training sessions, so nobody knew exactly how many of them there were and where they were stationed. The only thing he knew about them was that they were all picked by His Majesty himself and were considered as the most powerful troops in Neverwinter. ¡°Grrrrrr¡ª¡± The demon crawled out of the overturned iron case and hollered angrily. It finally changed its haughty attitude and reached for the giant double-edged sword on its back. ¡°Hmm, a Senior Demon promoted from Lord of Hell? No wonder you have such a strong magic reaction,¡± the man said to the demon as much as he said to himself as he dashed toward his enemy fearlessly. ¡°We¡¯ve been waiting for this moment for a long time!¡± Several soldiers armored in the same fashion followed at his heels. As the group joined the battle, the situation gradually changed. Despite their heavy load, they moved and walked much faster than a regular soldier. As they slowly cornered the enemy, their attack turned more brutal and even savage. After they exhausted their ammunition, instead of using bunkers, they switched to bayonets and started to stab the enemy ferociously. The demon was actually swifter than it appeared. However, surrounded by the four raging warriors who were apparently out of their minds, it finally yielded to its fate. Its blue ripples started to fade. No wonder they were picked by the king. Yet this was also Danny¡¯s battlefield. Danny would never back off unless he died. He forced himself to sit up, supported his gun with his own body and aimed it at the battlefield. When he shot down a Mad Demon that attempted to launch a surprise attack at the Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics from behind, the warrior turned around and cast him a glance from a distance. Danny pulled open the bolt and took a sharp intake of the air saturated with the smell of gunpowder in a way an addict inhaled heroin. It was a mixed feeling of pain and satisfaction. ¡°Doesn¡¯t it feel good, Malt?¡± ¡­ ¡°Darn! What the hell is the Artillery Battalion doing?¡± ¡°Can¡¯t they stop those raining stone needles?¡± ¡°I hope they didn¡¯t send newbies to the front.¡± Down the trenches in the outer ring of the encampment, some soldiers were complaining behind shields, and Fishball was one of them. Although he was a member of the anti-aircraft machine gun squad, he did not think it a good idea to operate the machine guns when their enemy happened to be something more grisly than flying Devilbeasts. After they had been wakened up, they had immediately manned the defensive line according to the predetermined procedure. They soon bombarded a few demons with crossfire and mortars on their way, so the defensive line remained intact. The soldiers on duty were confused as to who they were killing next. When everybody thought their mission would be exterminating loose invaders, they received a new order from their superior, who instructed them not to leave the trenches under any circumstances whilst preparing themselves for a fight against their real enemy. A group of demons was coming to attack the campsite from both the east and the south. They were the main force of the enemy. Fish Ball thought of the expedition that had taken place a few months ago, where swarms of demons had sprinted toward them at a tremendous speed. It was a chilling scene to behold. Fortunately, the First Army had got themselves well prepared. Their gunfire had stopped the demons somewhere 200 meters away from the encampment. Yet now, there were no fortified blockhouses around the defensive line, and artillery reinforcements had yet to show up. Every now and then, a blast cracked like a whip through the air above them. As they could practically see nothing through the inky darkness, Fish Ball was not sure whether they would be as lucky as the last time. ¡°They¡¯re coming!¡± Suddenly, someone yelled. ¡°They are 1,500 meters away from us. Everybody, stay alert!¡± ¡°1,500 meters? We can barely see anything within 200 meters!¡± Fish Ball complained within himself. He knew the order was given by the witch who possessed the Eye of Magic. However, as a soldier, he must obey orders. Under no circumstances could he desert his post. Fish Ball clenched his teeth, ready to fire. Just at that moment, the train let out a long shrill whistle in the distance! Chapter 1085 - Attack and Defense Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Could you make it a little faster?¡± Lightning hovered beside the conductor, so tempted to push the train forward herself. However, she knew that even Maggie could not move such a colossal machine barehanded. ¡°Could you shove more coals into the boiler?¡± ¡°Haha, the boiler would burst under high air pressure, little girl!¡± said the conductor, a silver-haired old man who looked more like a kind-hearted next-door neighbor than a soldier. He yelled back over the clunk of the train, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It isn¡¯t that easy to beat the First Army, even for the demons from Hell.¡± Lightning pursed her lips and fell silent. Although the train was running at an enormous speed, Lightning was still quite anxious. It had not taken her a very long time to find the ¡°Blackriver¡±, for the train was, after all, too large to miss. She had actually startled everybody on the train when she had burst in. Other than that, everything went as planned. As a member of the Witch Union, she had soon convinced the conductor, who had then ordered his crew to turn the train about. Yet this did not ease her mind at all. After the train turned around and headed in the direction of Tower Station No. 1, Lightning finally got hold of Sylvie. The message from Sylvie gave her a leaden feeling in her stomach: the demons had caught the First Army off-guard, and their main force was now hurrying to the encampment from two different directions. If the First Army did not get the support of the artillery anytime sooner, the situation was going to be quite precarious. After receiving the news, Lightning could not feel as optimistic as the old conductor anymore. The only good thing was that Maggie had successfully located injured Lorgar. The latter was now out of danger after receiving Nana¡¯s treatment. ¡°It¡¯s noisy and windy out there. Don¡¯t you want to come in? I don¡¯t like yelling all the time,¡± the conductor said as he took a deep pull on his pipe. He leaned against the window and said, ¡°It¡¯s wobbly but at least it¡¯s warm in here. The boiler works much better than a fireplace!¡± ¡°No¡­ thanks,¡± Lightning declined the offer while casting a glance at the rickety dashboard. She shook her head and said, ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± The conductor was right. It was indeed the fastest the ¡°Blackriver¡± could get. If the train ran a little faster than this, it would definitely fall apart even if the boiler could manage such a crazy speed. ¡°I know you¡¯re still worried about the encampment. Do you have any family members or friends there?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Lightning answered with an apprehensive look. ¡°So do I,¡± the conductor said as he stroked his beard. ¡°I have two actually!¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Lightning was a bit surprised. She had thought otherwise, for the conductor did not seem to be very worried at all. ¡°I used to be a miner and I had four children before. My first one died of a chill, and the other three survive the arrival of King Wimbledon,¡± the old man explained smilingly. ¡°My two sons used to be as frail and weak as mice. However, after they joined the army, they¡¯ve changed a lot. That¡¯s why I¡¯m confident in the First Army. An army with people like that would not be so easily defeated.¡± Lightning doubted the credibility of his words, but she asked, ¡°What about the other one?¡± ¡°He¡¯s right on this train,¡± said the conductor as he tapped his pipe. ¡°He¡¯s the lookout who found you approach the train in the first place.¡± The old man paused for a second and then went on, looking quite proud of himself, ¡°His Majesty brought so many changes to this town, and I wanted to do something for him in return. It was quite boring to stay at the mine all day, to be honest. I reckoned it would be much more fun to travel around. When his Majesty came to hire machine engine operators to operate the train, I applied for the conductor position. With a stroke of luck, I got the job.¡± Lightning twitched her lips and was about to say something when the telephone on the control panel suddenly rang. ¡°Father, I just saw Tower Station No. 1! There¡¯s a fight going on there and I can see flames and flickers of light!¡± The voice on the other end of the line was so loud that even Lightning could hear it clearly outside the window. ¡°How many times do I have to tell you not to call me father in the army?¡± the old man bellowed over the phone. ¡°Keep an eye on the front. I¡¯m going to sound the alarm and tell them that the reinforcements are coming!¡± He then tugged on his whiskers at Lightning and said, ¡°See? They can¡¯t be defeated that fast, right?¡± Then, the old conductor turned around, pulled the string behind him and hollered, ¡°Let¡¯s go, lads!¡± ¡°Woooooo¡ª¡ª¡± About seven minutes later, with a deep groan, the ¡°Blackriver¡± slowed down and joined the battle after a long, low-pitched whistle. Stones needles were smashed to pieces as they hit the railway. When the black stone and the steel clashed, a jet of sparks flew off the inky locomotive. Several demons approached the railway, attempting to stop the giant steel beast from advancing, believing that they could stop the trundling train barehanded. They all, as a result, got sucked under the train and were crushed into a pulp. No living creature could possibly stop a train, no matter how slow the train appeared. In the meantime, the machine guns at the front and the rear of the armored train started to rake through the area. Caught in the crossfire, the demons had no time to take refuge. Their bone spears were virtually ineffective on the ¡°Blackriver¡±. Lightning, on the other hand, had flown into the turret. ¡°Sylvie, where¡¯s our target?¡± ¡°Right in front of you around 3,300 meters away,¡± Sylvie answered, apparently having noticed the train as well. She blurted out the firing parameters at once. ¡°We have a clear field. Ready to go!¡± The artillerymen started working as soon as the train came to a complete halt. ¡­ Sylvie could now see that the enemy¡¯s main force enter their shooting range. There were just around 5,000 demons this time, much less than when they had fought at the Northbound Slope. Like some random bandits, the demons were in quite a loose formation. The First Army thus pretty much prevailed the entire battlefield, making the whole situation a little odd and bloodcurdling. A short way farther on, the vision of the Eye of Magic distorted. An impenetrable blackness rose above the ground, blocking the view of the Magic Eye. However, this was different from an interference of a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. An anti-magic area generated by a God¡¯s stone was a clean-cut block, whereas the black vision ahead was more like something else¡­ like a living being. It came so suddenly, for there had been nothing just a second ago. The long needles pelting down at the campsite and the stone pillars had all come from that black mantle. This was the toughest and the most intense battle Sylvie had ever experienced. The whole battle, from the ambush to the attack, gave her a sinister feeling. She could not see clearly, and it appeared that everything the demons had done so far was targetting her. She had no time to think about how the enemy had got so close to the encampment unnoticed. Her sole focus was on the ¡°Blackriver¡±. Since she did not know the exact location of the demons, she had to make adjustments according to the landing spots of the bullets. After she waited for a long time in anxiety, the ¡°Blackriver¡± finally produced its first thunderous roar. Scorching flames lit the encampment, and firelight reflected off the gleaming train! The cannonball traveled even faster than the sound. It penetrated the thick air, weaving through the darkness as the air rippled behind it. Chapter 1086 - A Sharp Confrontation Translator: TransN Editor: TransN At the same time, the demons started to charge both flanks of First Army. Within two minutes, they were 500 meters closer, darting from somewhere 1,500 meters away to somewhere less than 1,000 meters from the encampment. If this had happened in broad daylight, the First Army would have been able to see the enemy clearly at this distance. However, the poor visibility at night significantly impacted their vision. Although Sylvie had notified the liason officer about the demons¡¯ movement immediatley, the First Army had failed to react fast enough. What was more astonishing was that the demons actually dropped prone on their stomaches when artillery shells landed near them. With their strong limbs, they crawled pretty fast. As the demons were spread out, the machine guns were much less effective. Sylvie remembered that the machine gun squad used to be invincible. They could block attacks in any forms and annihilate every single enemy within their shooting range as fast as farmers reaped their crops. Within a second, they could cause considerable damage to their enemy. The unification war of Graycastle and the defeat of the church had provided perfect examples. However, this time, bullets kept missing the demons. With them crawling forward in the dark, it was hard to kill the demons. Sylvie warned the front at once. However, since the soldiers could not see where the bullets were hitting, they weren¡¯t able to correct their aim. Fortunately, the attack on the other side was effective. As the black mantle could only block the Magic Eye but not artillery shells, the shells streaked across the battlefield from 3,000 meters away. Firelight lit up the inky sky. Broken limbs and chipped black stones were thrown out from the black shroud as the shells exploded. Based on the area she was blind to and the rate at which the demons¡¯ projectiles were fired, Sylvie believed that the Spider Demons had formed columns. It was the only way could they fill such a small space with as many Spider Demons as possible. ¡°Keep firing! March forward in 20 meters increments!¡± Sylvie shouted over the Sigil of Listening. ¡°Got it!¡± The most important thing at the moment was to stop the enemy from launching any more long-distance strikes. As long as the defensive line was still there, the demons could not easily break through. The closer they were from the encampment, the easier it would be for the soldiers to see them. Additionally, First Army had other weapons besides machine guns. If the defensive line was broken, the whole army could face annihilation. Fish Ball was praying at the front that no stone needles would land on his head. He came to a shooting position while clenching his teeth. In fact, he was quite surprised that he had the courage to dash out of the trench. If this had happened in the past, he would have probably wetted himself already while imploring the commander to spare his life. Perhaps the comment ¡°you aren¡¯t a craven¡± or the roar of the artillery behind him made him bold. In the end, he managed to remain at his post, thus avoiding the fate of being the first military officer executed for desertion. Although he was just a unit leader, he still needed to set a good example for his team. Yet Fish Ball knew that he would normally never agree to take such a risky assignment, as he treasured his life more than money. Fish Ball had to admit that the army was an incredible place. Once the first soldier darted out of the trench against hailing gunfires, the rest would automatically follow. When the intense atmosphere reached a certain point, his brain simply stopped functioning properly and all he could do was to follow the procedure mechanically. ¡°Captain, the cartridge has been loaded!¡± his men yelled. Fish Ball took a deep breath and lowered the muzzle of the Mark I. Although he was a member of the anti-aircraft machine gun squad, the gun he was using was still equipped with a rear sight and an optical sight, which let him aim at the demons on the ground. The two baffle plates on either side of his machine gun were mainly to protect him from the spears pelting down from the sky. Once he lowered the plates, his back would be unprotected. Therefore, apart from praying, he could only draw himself as close to the plates as possible to avoid being hit. As long as he did not die on the spot, Miss Nana would be able to heal him. In order for Miss Nana to do so, the field medics needed to rescue the wounded as fast as possible. Trying to overcome his fear, Fish Ball growled as he pulled the triggered. The thick night air was soon filled with bullets. As the battlefield was permeated with loud blasts, Fish Ball could hardly tell the attack of the Longsong Cannons from that of the Spider Demons. Occasionally, black stone needles brushed past his ear or hit the baffle plates. Being so close to death, Fish Ball was numbed to everything and could only think of continuing to shoot. ¡°Ammo out! Reload!¡± ¡°C-coming!¡± ¡­ ¡°Where¡¯s the cartridge?¡± ¡°Here!¡± ¡­ When he finally saw the sihoulette of the demons, Fish Ball heard the bolt click. He had just exhausted the third cartridge of bullets. ¡°Reload!¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t anyone hear me?¡± ¡°Hey, what are you guys doing?¡± Fish Ball wheeled around abruptly and found the other two soldiers lying on the ground with crimson-stained stone needles piercing their bodies. Fish Ball stiffened for a second before he realized what had happened. He yelled at the top of his lungs, ¡°Field medics, somebody needs help here!¡± Nothing but thunderous roars answered him. At that moment, the mortars finally started firing. Hundreds of shells rose into the air and rained down, carpeting the area between 400 and 800 meters away from the defensive perimeter. For a split second, flames blossomed above the ground, lighting up on both the demons and the blood stains on the baffle plates of his machine gun. ¡­ This was the moment Sylvie had been waiting for. The ¡®Blackriver¡± had weakened the Spider Demons¡¯ attack, but didn¡¯t fully stop them. Every now and then, they threw another stone pillar at the soldiers, causing more and more injuries to the First Army. Even though Agatha, Shavi and Molly were now fully supporting the army, it was impossible for them to monitor the entire 200-meter defensive line. The only thing Sylvie could do was to let the front know who needed help when she was not giving firing instructions. Then she heard Maggie¡¯s voice coming from the Sigil of Listening. ¡°This is the artillery, coo! The Taquila Witches have killed all the demons that invaded the encampment, coo. Commander Van¡¯er says he¡¯s ready to fire and hopes that you could give him instructions, coo!¡± Sylvie balled her hand into a fist. ¡°Stay there. It will be faster for me to communicate via the sigil than by phone!¡± ¡°Noted, coo.¡± Just when the artillery was about to use the four Longsong Cannons to strike back, the demons¡¯ attack suddenly dropped off. It seemed that they knew that this would happen. A loud, piercing whistle cracked through the air, and the Army of the Demons immediately ebbed away, leaving behind those at the front line. Chapter 1087 - Loss and Victory Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡­ When Anna descended to the underground headquarters, she immediately sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the room. Everybody rose to their feet and bowed their heads as they saw her. ¡°Your Royal Highness, ma¡¯am!¡± they said in a chorus. Iron Axe went down to his knee and said, ¡°I¡¯m sorry for having you come down here. I should have anticipated that the enemy would raid the encampment at night and take extra precautions accordingly. I sincerely apologize for my negligence.¡± ¡°Please don¡¯t blame yourselves,¡± said Anna as she waved her hand. ¡°I¡¯m just concerned about the situation at the front like everybody else. I want to know what¡¯s going on. Is everybody¡­ OK?¡± Anna was still not accustomed to the fact that she was now the queen. She felt particularly embarrassed when Wendy, Agatha, and the other witches bowed to her. She actually preferred to treat all the other witches as her sisters, although she had never specifically said that aloud. When the campsite had been attacked, she had immediately been escorted by both the God¡¯s Punishment Witches and her guards to the underground shelter. However, Anna would have rather fought with the others like she had done during the Months of Demons than being strictly protected. Yet she knew as the queen, she had to accept some inevitable changes. She just hoped that her presence could put everyone¡¯s mind at ease. Iron Axe, surprisingly, looked hesitant. After a moment of silence, he answered, ¡°Your Highness, the battle didn¡¯t go well.¡± ¡°Can you tell me more about it?¡± ¡°Certainly. We were actually just discussing it,¡± said Iron Axe, who cast a glance at Ferlin Eltek. The latter gave a nod of comprehension and opened his notebook. ¡°Based on the reports from the field medics, 200 killed and 700 wounded in First Army,¡± Morning Light replied heavily. ¡°However, these are just the initial rough estimates. We got those numbers in quite a hurry. The actual casualties will likely be higher, since Miss Nana¡­ can¡¯t treat so many people at once.¡± 200 deaths. This number almost equaled the number of casualties the decisive battle against the Church. However, that massive battle was the final battle of the war with the Church. This was the very first battle with the demons after they started advancing north. There was still a long way to go before First Army reached the Taquila ruins. No wonder Iron Axe was disconcerted by the outcome of this battle. Anna had seen the wounded soldiers who were covered in blood, lying on the ground in a line. The air in the hospital was saturated with the smell of blood and the sound of inarticulate groans. Nana definitely could not cure all of the wounded at once. For the maimed soldiers and those who suffered severe internal organ damage, she could only cure five to six people at most in one day. Therefore, in order to save more people, she had to apply her magic power to the ones most in need. For example, Nana would only heal fatal wounds for the soldiers who were wounded in the chest or abdomen. For those who sustained minor injuries, she would instruct the field medics to stitch up their wounds after the soldiers drank Cleansing Water. As for those who had relatively severe injuries, she had to leave their wounds open before she treated them the next day. The soldiers would thus rely on the medicine made from sleeping ferns and coltsfoot to reduce pain. As to whether they would survive the night or whether the liquid medicine would cause addiction, the field medics did not have time or effort to thoroughly think about these problems. It was not easy to accurately apply magic power to a specific body part in such an intense environment. Anna was surprised at how much Nana had improved. Compared to the little school girl who used to faint at the sight of blood, Nana was now an experienced and professional military doctor. ¡°I¡¯ll advise His Majesty to persuade Countess Spear from Fallen Dragon Ridge to send us reinforcements,¡± said Anna slowly. ¡°She can help the field medics to save more people. By the way, how did the demons sneak in?¡± ¡°I guess¡­ the enemy took advantage of the limits of my Magic Eye,¡± said Sylvie, who apparently looked very frustrated. ¡°The Devilbeast scouts they sent earlier were probably trying to learn how far my Magic Eye can see, and I was completely unaware they were watching me¡­¡± ¡°We should have thought about that,¡± Agatha put in self-reprovingly. ¡°After the battle at North Slope, the demons apparently noticed Sylvie¡¯s presence. They used Devilbeasts to first test out how far her Eye of Magic can see based on our reactions to them. Then, their army gathered outside that range and raided us after night fell. They started attacking us the very moment we retreated from Tower Station No.1, when our encampment was the most unguarded.¡± ¡°That being said, this wasn¡¯t anybody¡¯s fault,¡± Morning Light comforted. ¡°If we really wanted to deceive the enemy, we¡¯d have had to ignore the Devilbeasts when they approached us. This would be against the protocols we received during our training. Even if we knew the enemy¡¯s plan beforehand, it would be impossible maintain a scharade with thousands of soldiers and regular workers. In other words, the enemy would have learned the limits of the Magic Eye at somepoint anyways. Even if they didn¡¯t ambush us at Tower Station No. 1, they would have done so at No. 2 or No. 3.¡± ¡°If I remember correctly, the shooting range of the Spider Demons is around two to three kilometers. Since they are fairly slow, it normally takes them quite a while to enter our firing range and be spotted by Sylvie. Is it just pure luck that they weren¡¯t spotted in the first place?¡± Anna asked in confusion. ¡°I¡¯m not really familiar with the operation. Correct me if I¡¯m wrong. The First Army should have their own scouting team, shouldn¡¯t they? For example, they can use hydrogen ballons at the encampment.¡± ¡°You¡¯re always so attentive to details, Your Highness,¡± Iron Axe replied while placing his hand on his chest. ¡°Generally speaking, the First Army gathers information in three ways: through Sylvie, through Maggie and Lightning, and by themselves. However, the army scouts are just supplementary and only for contingencies.¡± After hearing the explanation from the commander-in-chief, Anna finally had a basic understanding of the intelligence system of the First Army. During the Graycastle unification war, this system had worked pretty well. Yet when they fought against the demons, they soon noticed some big flaws in this system. Nothing running on the ground could compete against the Devilbeasts flying in the sky. This meant there was a limit in how much information the army scouts could obtain. Once they went beyond that limit, their mission could be highly risky and even life-threatening, and dead people can¡¯t bring back information. The Devilbeasts were able to hide in clouds, giving them an absolute advantage over scouts on the ground. As the Fertile Plains was flatter than a pancake, they could dive down anytime like a hawk snatching up a rabbit. This disadvantage significantly restricted the amount of information the First Army could collect. In this situation, they could barely assist Sylvie. Meanwhile, the flying demons could prey on any soldiers sent out to scout while escaping the scrutiny of the Magic Eye. There was basically nothing the First Army could do about it. A phrase suddenly flashed across Anna¡¯s mind. A phrase that Roland had a mixed feeling about every time he mentioned it. That was ¡°air supremacy¡±. The party who had the command of the sky dominated the war. Apart from ¡°air supremacy¡±, there were also some other phrases beyond her understanding which Roland said from time to time, such as the Black Ribbon and Akiyama¡­ Anna shook her head, trying to put these thoughts behind her. She asked, ¡°Based on your description, the Spider Demons should have reached the third layer of the defensive line by the time we saw them. Was it because of the poor lighting at night that we failed to notice them?¡± ¡°That¡¯s one of the reasons, Your Highness,¡± Ferlin Eltek replied. ¡°The General Staff believes¡­ that those monsters were probably waiting for us there from the beginning.¡± Anna blinked in mild surprise and asked, ¡°Are you saying¡­ that they were hiding right underneath us?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. This is the only explanation that makes sense as to why these giant creatures suddenly emerged within shooting range,¡± Ferlin confirmed in a grave tone. ¡°I asked Miss Sylvie. She told me it costs her a lot of magic power to see through solid matter. When she does that, she can¡¯t see very far. It seems the Devilbeasts were also diverting Miss Sylvie¡¯s attention while testing out how far she can see. Once she focused solely on the sky, she would not have excess magic power to also monitor things underground.¡± ¡°So this is why the demons successfully raided the encampment?¡± Anna questioned herself in silence. If both Sylvie and the demons were stationary, it would be a lot easier for Sylvie to notice the movement below. The blackness Sylvie had seen was probably not to cover the demons, but rather to distract Sylvie from the Spider Demons when they came out of hiding. Now they knew they were dealing with a very difficult enemy. The demons had not only come up with a strategy that countered First Army¡¯s operation methods, but they were also extremely proficient in their use of magic power. It was no wonder that a suffocating atmosphere had settled over First Army¡¯s headquarters. This was definitely not a good sign. What would Roland do if he were here? While Anna was trying to come up with some encouraging words, Edith suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. ¡°Why all the long faces like you just lost a battle? We just gained a major victory!¡± She said while chuckling. ¡°Am I in the wrong meeting?¡± Chapter 1088 - Just a Beginning Translator: TransN Editor: TransN ¡°Lady Edith¡­¡± Ferlin reminded her in a hushed voice. ¡°We just lost over 200 people. What major victory are you talking about?¡± ¡°Only¡­ a little over 200,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region interjected. ¡°What about the demons? 50 of them sneaked in the campsite, including a Senior Demon. They should be responsible for all the casualties of the First Army. It appears that we suffered a great loss at the first glance, but there are at least 2,000 casualties among the enemy on the defensive line, not to mention that this is just a very rough estimate. There were also numerous demons blasted to pieces when they attempted to flee. It may take a few days for us to obtain the exact number. Am I right, Miss Sylvie?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Sylvie said hesitantly, ¡°That¡¯s what the Eye of Magic saw.¡± ¡°Ms. Agatha, I guess you¡¯ve never been a commander in a war over the past 400 years, have you?¡± asked Edith as she turned to the Ice Witch. Agatha¡¯s brows were furrowed. She said, ¡°During the Battle of Divine Will, it was mandatory for the witches in the Union to learn how to fight against demons. I used to be a researcher at the Quest Society and fought them once when exploring the ruins¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m talking about a war,¡± Edith snapped, leaning forward while gazing at Agatha compellingly. ¡°Edith¡ª ¡± Iron Axe said, trying to put a pause on this awkward conversation. ¡°Why?¡± At that moment, Anna blurted out, jerking everyone back to the present. ¡°Why do you ask her that? As far as I know, you were only a commander back in the Northern Region and shouldn¡¯t have experienced a major war either.¡± This was a particularly tricky question that would have easily fanned Edith¡¯s fury had it been put by somebody else. However, Anna communicated it in such a gentle and dignified manner that no one felt the question threatening. Perhaps, the innocent and serious look in the azure of her eyes naturally calmed everybody down. The glint in Edith¡¯s eyes faded away. The next moment she placed her hand on her chest and replied quietly, ¡°You¡¯re right. I didn¡¯t have war experience, but someone else here did¡­¡± She broke off and then continued, ¡°From her look, I instantly know we won this battle.¡± Her? The people in the room looked in the direction Edith pointed out and saw at the end of the long table, the representative of Taquila, Phyllis, sitting there in a daze, with a cup of tea in her hand, her lips curling up into a smile. Every now and then, she took a little sip of the tea as if savoring some tasty drink. This was not normal for the Taquila witches. As they had lost all the sensations, the pleasure of eating and drinking were denied them. Food was simply a basic life necessity to help them self-perpetuate. Despite the fierce discussion, Phyllis was completely not paying attention to the meeting. Even though everyone was now staring at her, her mind seemed to still be somewhere else. It was after Wendy pushed her in the back that she finally jerked herself out of the trance. ¡°Oh, so where were we?¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Witch asked blankly on a cough. ¡°I was thinking about something very important and wasn¡¯t paying attention to your discussion. Well, does Your Highness have some questions for me?¡± ¡°¡­¡± There was an awkward silence. It was surprising to see that an ancient witch, who had been living for 400 years, lie in the same fashion as mortals. Phyllis was clearly daydreaming, but she unblushingly turned her lack of attention into a very poor lie that she was dwelling on some serious undertakings. ¡°Haha.¡± Somebody sniggered, and then everybody laughed. The tension in the room was immediately relieved. ¡°Looks like I don¡¯t need reiterate my question now,¡± Anna said while shaking her head in amusement. Edith rose, surveyed the room, and said, ¡°The demons suffered a greater loss. They fled but we stayed. There¡¯s no damage whatsover to Tower Station No. 1, so where does the talk of defeat come from? His Majesty once said to me that a loss means a failure to accomplish a predetermined goal. Apparently, the demons didn¡¯t get what they wanted. I would even like to say that the commander of the demons made a very serious mistake.¡± ¡°A mistake?¡± The people on the floor were all astounded at Edith¡¯s conclusion. It did not seem to them that the ambush last night was a failure. It had been well planned out and successfully executed. The demons¡¯ accurate control of their magic power might not necessarily look very impressive. After all, they had been constantly upgrading their magic skills over the past thousands of years through numerous wars. However, their quick and effective reaction to firearms definitely said something about their learning ability, for there had been completely no communication between human beings and demons until the outbreak of the war at the Northbound Slope. Everyone started to realize that the demons were nothing like any of the enemy they had encountered before. Although the demons had once almost eradicated the human race from Fertile Plains and destroyed the witch empire, nobody had personally witnessed that dust-laden history. The past thus gradually faded into oblivion, leaving only a thin thread of memory that would easily snap and float off with time. It was until the outbreak of this war that people finally caught a glimpse of the mysterious history and started to feel a little scared. Nevertheless, nobody had shared their fear. They realized that the demons were far stronger than the demonic beasts on the Barbarian Land. Apart from their magic power and enormous physical strength, the demons had developed a high level of civilization. They even possessed knowledge unknown to human beings. When mankind could no longer use excuses such as ¡°the demons relied on the power and magic granted by Gods¡±, and when the notion that man was the smartest creature on the continent was challenged for the first time, the shock was absolutely ineffable. Immediately, men started to question themselves and overlooked the potential problems among the demons. That was why everybody was curious when Edith said the demons had lost the battle. ¡°What¡¯s their mistake then?¡± Anna asked instantly. ¡°They¡¯re too arrogant, Your Highness,¡± Edith answered firmly. ¡°They first stirred the encampment, then seized the artillery, and finally drove the army straight in. If they were facing a knightage or an old-school army, they would have won. However, the First Army isn¡¯t any common army. The demons only saw the change in our weapons but overlooked our soldiers. This is their biggest mistake!¡± Everybody straightened up to listen to her speech. ¡°They only dispatched around 50 demons throughout the whole operation. This indicates that it wasn¡¯t easy for them to carry out their plan. They should have made the best use out of this plan, but what did they actually do? They sent the 50 demons to various places, including the barracks, the trenches and the artillery,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region spoke eloquently. ¡°The commander of the demons is definitely not a fool. It¡¯s obvious that it believes ten demons would be more than sufficient to crush us. Isn¡¯t it too presumptuous?¡± Anna somewhat understood the implication behind Edith¡¯s words. She clenched her fist and said slowly, ¡°If they didn¡¯t make this mistake¡­ if they treated us as equal¡­¡± ¡°Then they would have never thought that only 50 demons would defeat us. Instead, they would kill as many soldiers as possible,¡± Edith cut in with a nod. ¡°Suppose all the demons rushed to the barracks, including the Senior Demon, while their army waited at the rear, what would happen after the Spider Demons sneaked in?¡± Anna felt a chill running down her spine. The reason they had only lost 200 people was that the 50 demons had been scattered around the encampment. It had thus earned the reinforcements some time to fight back. If the demons had planned to massacre the entire barracks while sacrificing the Senior Demon at the very beginning, the First Army would have probably sustained a much greater loss. ¡°A loss of 500?, 1,000¡­ or 2,000? Of course, we¡¯ll eventually annihilate them and preserve Tower Station No. 1. However, it¡¯ll be hard to say which party would win the battle then,¡± said Edith as she splayed her fingers. ¡°Unfortunately, the demons are too arrogant to seize this opportunity. The first army, on the other hand, learned a lot from this operation. For example, they should now know that the barracks should be built underneath the ground; the roof should not only be able to block stone needles but also the strikes of the machine guns and mortars. If our enemy didn¡¯t make such a mistake, it would have probably cost us a lot more to learn our lesson.¡± Edith paused for a second and then went on, ¡°Anyway, fellows, it¡¯s just a beginning.¡± Chapter 1089 - The Deity of Gods Translator: TransN Editor: TransN It took a lot of energy and strength to connect minds. He could only find two words to describe such a kind of feeling: burning and chaotic. The burning sensation resulted from the Origin of Magic. Although the Origin of Magic was where all kinds of power stemmed from, what everything returned to, and also what created the Realm of Minds, it would destroy everything coming near it before its upgrade. As for the chaotic feeling, it came from minds themselves. Once magic power reached a certain point, it would leave marks on a person¡¯s mind. Numerous minds converged as streams merged with the ocean. Some of them sank to the bottom, leaving the slightest trace behind them while others floated off with the tidal waves. The difference between the two lay whether minds had consciousness. That was what parted higher minds from lower ones. The ones sinking to the bottom were useless, whereas the floating ones indicated that they had entered the Realm of Mind before. Even if they had just been there once, they differentiated themselves from others. Hackzord was one of those who was good at controlling minds. He was not only acknowledged by the Origin of Magic but also obtained the ability to connect with minds at will. This enabled him to search for some valuable information. But he did not do such things quite often. Minds intertwined and influenced each other. If he stayed there for too long, his mind would be contaminated. Besides, it was easy to get lost in the midst of wild streams of minds. Many people had indeed lost the sense of direction after they entered the Realm of Minds, leaving their soulless bodies behind in the real world. Hackzord did not want to be one of them. The main reason, however, was that Hackzord did not like it here. Even though he was one of the top mind controllers, he could not linger too long. Without the support of a body, the mind would eventually sink to the Origin of Magic. Newly awakened individuals would soon replace him, as everything was subject to changes. He would eventually vanish into a puff of smoke if he did not upgrade himself. Watching his own mind dancing up and down was like watching his own life slowly draw close to its end. It was not a pleasant experience. Suddenly, Hackzord sensed something familiar. ¡°Is this¡­ Kabradhabi?¡± He was surprised. ¡°Why is he so weak like he¡¯s dying?¡± he wondered. Kabradhabi should not have been that weak even if those low lives had destroyed his body. Although his mind was now at the bottom, it was, after all, the mind of an upgraded one. As the commander of the Western Front Army, he would not lose his consciousness upon dying. Nonetheless, the Kabradhabi in front him was way weaker than the upgraded one he knew. He was even weaker than a female insect. With such feeble magic power, Kabradhabi should have had no way to enter the Realm of Mind. Hackzord stretched out his non-existing hands and slowly grabbed that thread of mind. ¡°Sky Lord, ¡± a voice said, waking him up from the Realm of Mind, ¡°the king is summoning you.¡± He turned around, cast the guard a glance and said, ¡°Noted. You may leave.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Hackzord let go of the legacy shard gleaming in red and zoomed toward the top of the Birth Tower. After they inherited a part of the civilization, they made great progress in their magic power research. The invention of symbiosis had freed them from magic stones. Even the Birth Tower had developed some new abilities, such as amplifying the effect of magic power and resonating with other Birth Towers. The resonation between different Birth Towers enabled local lords to communicate with the king directly. The thick, wet mists surrounding the top of the tower made Hackzord feel better. He put his hand on the tower and started to concentrate his mind. ¡°Sky Lord is at your service, my king.¡± ¡°How did the plan go?¡± the king¡¯s voice rang off the tower. ¡°We don¡¯t have much time left.¡± ¡°Did something happen at the Sky-sea Realm again?¡± Hackzord asked instantly. ¡°Yes, something quite wild happened there. Most people suggested ignoring it, given that the Deity of Gods is close to its completion. They maintain that once the Deity of Gods comes into use, we would be able to reverse the situation, starting to attack the enemy rather than just defending against them.¡± ¡°Deity of Gods!¡± Hackzord was thunderstruck. ¡°So, finally, they¡¯re having¡­ the ultimate legendary weapon?¡± For years, they had been striving to go beyond the restriction of mineral Magic Stones to travel around in the world at will. Now, their dream was finally coming true. Like the name suggested, this was a God¡¯s gift. It meant that they were another step closer to the Origin of Magic. Sky Lord expressed his admiration for thie king through his mind. ¡°What¡¯s your thought on this?¡± ¡°Something unexpected happened at the Western Front,¡± said Hackzord. He had wanted to tell the king that everything was fine, considering that the king had already the Sky-sea Realm to worry about. He did not want to place more burden on his shoulder. However, he should also be absolutely loyal to the king by not making any decisions for him. At this thought, he changed his mind. ¡°My commander¡¯s report shows¡­¡± Hackzord broke off and then decided to address formally, as this was also how he used to call himself. ¡°Those human beings changed a lot in the past 400 years, particularly in their combat methods. Our vanguards suffered a minor loss, but it won¡¯t impact our plan in general.¡± The king slipped into silence after hearing the report. He then asked, ¡°Is it a result of evolution?¡± ¡°It has nothing to do with evolution but more with the usage of devices and natural elements, for example, fire that we aren¡¯t quite familiar with.¡± ¡°Not even magic power?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid so. My commander planned to capture some men and some of their weapons like we used to. Unfortunately, our attempt was unsuccessful,¡± Hackzord said. ¡°My commander suggests me sending some reinforcements to the Western Front or looking for the reason via the Realm of Mind.¡± ¡°Did any upgraded ones fall in men¡¯s hands?¡± asked the king, who was seemingly unimpressed. ¡°I did expect that this would happen one day, since we¡¯ve lowered the upgrading requirement, but it seems too soon to me. I remember the commander of the Western Front is the one you highly speak of, a what you called a genius. Are you sure he fulfilled his due diligence?¡± Hackzord bent his head immediately. ¡°So, did you find anything?¡± ¡°Nothing. He barely has any magic power left, so I couldn¡¯t get many details out of him.¡± He hesitated for a moment and then said, ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°But what¡­?¡± ¡°When my mind touched his, I somehow saw extremely bright flames¡­ It might just be an illusion.¡± ¡°If they¡¯re really fires, then never mind,¡± the king snapped. ¡°Although we rarely use them, we know enough about them. Plus, we stopped learning from human beings a long time ago. As for your first request, I¡¯ll decline it for you. We should focus more on the attack at the Sky-sea Realm. I can¡¯t give you more troops and I certainly won¡¯t send you the troops who are supposed to guard our headquarters. Don¡¯t forget though, the legacy shard that determines the upgrading of our kinds is now in your custody!¡± ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Very well then. Make sure our plan goes smoothly. Once we have the Deity of Gods, we¡¯ll gain the eventual victory.¡± The king¡¯s voice trailed off and gradually faded out of his mind. Chapter 1090 - An Unexpected Visitor Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In Thorn Town at the foot of the Cage Mountain in the Kingdom of Dawn. A wagon train passed through the town and staggered to a halt in front of the lord¡¯s mansion. ¡°Here we are. Get off, all of you! Hurry up!¡± A man who seemed to be the steward of the fleet brandished a horsewhip and bellowed, ¡°Govern yourselves if you want to stay alive. Answer whatever the lord asks you. You got it?¡± Most of the passengers getting off the carriage were pale and ragged. They were tied to each other by the wrist with a rope. Beyond a doubt, they were all slaves, slaves of the lowest rank. Slaves were trafficked to Thorn Town quite often recently. The arrival of the Graycastle exploration team, as well as numerous caravans and emissary delegations sent by various lords gradually filled this quiet town with exuberance and vivacity. These new visitors either took up their abodes at a hotel or pitched a tent or a barrack outside the town. Within merely a month or so, this remote town had expanded a great deal. ¡°Sir Marl, what do you think of these people?¡± Forint Sheffield, one of the recent visitors from the City of Maplesong, asked Marl Tokat, a great noble in the City of Glow, greasily. His eyes were fixed on Marl, one hand massaging the other restlessly. ¡°These people are in a good health condition, with no visible disabilities. They¡¯re the best picks from the prison. Although they look fragile, they all have ferocious characters. Once they are fed, they can do anything for you, sir.¡± ¡°Enough,¡± Marl dismissed him with a wave impatiently. From the look of Forint, Marl instantly knew this man, who shared the same family name with the lord of Maplesong, was not worth his time. ¡°I¡¯m not interested in purchasing prisoners, but this gentleman here is. This is Mr. Sean, the Captain of the Imperial Guards of the King of Graycastle.¡± ¡°I, I see,¡± Forint stumbled while bowing again. ¡°My lord immediately answered the summon of the King of Dawn. He asked me to commence my journey as soon as possible. Pray forgive me for my ignorance. I wasn¡¯t aware that Mr. Sean is the real purchaser.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine,¡± said Sean as he walked up to the prisoners whilst darting his eyes from one another. These prisoners were apparently not as good as those sent by the King of Dawn. However, considering that they currently needed as many people as possible to excavate the Temple of the Cursed, he was not too fussy about this matter. When Sean was carefully surveying the prisoners, one of them suddenly dashed out of the queue, knelt down in front of him and said exasperatedly, ¡°Sir, I¡¯m wrongfully accused. Please let me go!¡± Restricted by the rope, he could only implore in a half-kneeling position ¡°You idiot!¡± The steward yelled while gritting his teeth. He would have lashed his whip at him if the two lords had not been present. ¡°Why did you say so?¡± Sean asked curiously as he stopped in front of him. ¡°I didn¡¯t kill or rob. I only stole some chickens from my neighbor!¡± the prisoner explained breathlessly. ¡°Prisoners with such minor offenses in the City of Maplesong will be only sentenced to flogging or banishment. It isn¡¯t a capital offence, sir!¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Sean asked as he turned to Forint. Forint replied at once, ¡°Yes and no, sir. On the day before Earl Sheffield received the summon of the King of Dawn, he made a little adjustment to the local laws. To quash the rampant Rats and reduce underground crimes, he increased the maximum penalties for all crimes, including theft.¡± ¡°Wh-what?¡± said the prisoner in astonishment. ¡°A death penalty for stealing some chickens?¡± ¡°Is it very hard for you to understand?¡± Forint shot him a distainful look and said, ¡°The internal war and the constant rebellions bleed off strength from the City of Maplesong. With the increase in refugees, how to make scums like you behave if not with more severe punishment? Today you steal chickens from your neighbor, tomorrow your neighbor would probably starve to death. So, what¡¯s the difference between a thief and a murderer? In my opinion, you deserve a death penalty.¡± ¡°Sir, I¡­¡± The prisoner wanted to argue, but Sean interrupted him. ¡°Since you¡¯re guilty, what about doing some work to atone for your sin?¡± He paused for a second and then raised his voice. ¡°You probably have all known that you¡¯ll get your freedom after ten years of heavy labor, no matter what crime you committed. This is a promise made by the King of Graycastle and the King of Dawn! Don¡¯t try to escape, for this is your last chance!¡± With these words, he signaled his men to take away the prisoners. Forint immediately approached him with the same oily smile. ¡°I knew you would take all of them. According to our contract, one prisoner is¡­¡± ¡°One gold royal each, and it¡¯s 106 in total, right?¡± Sean asked. ¡°That¡¯s right!¡± Forint replied, his eyes glistening with excitement. ¡°Someone in the lord¡¯s mansion will receive you.¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± Forint said, returning Sean a broad grin. ¡°Also,¡± Sean spoke abruptly as Forint turned around, ¡°I don¡¯t want to see the same thing happen again.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Forint said, a little surprised. ¡°I don¡¯t care whether the lord of Maplesong amended the laws the day before or not, but according to our contract, the prisoners must be told the purpose of this trip and the punishment they will receive. If there¡¯s one more prisoner who appears not aware of his death sentence and claims that he¡¯s innocent, I¡¯ll have to deduct a portion of my payment,¡± Sean warned sternly. He neither intended to be some sort of judge, nor did he really have empathy for these people. For him, the most important thing was to complete Roland¡¯s task and prevent those avarious noble merchants from disgracing his Majesty. ¡°I¡­ I see.¡± Forint said while bowing his head. ¡°I¡¯ll be more careful next time.¡± After Forint took his leave, Marl commented with a shrug, ¡°You¡¯re very cautious.¡± ¡°I¡¯m just doing my due diligence.¡± ¡°Really?¡± said Marl as he looked at the crowded town.¡±Your king even takes extra caution when purchasing death row prisoners. I wonder if King Wimbledon did it on purpose or he¡¯s simply a born philanthropist. My elder brother told me that he¡¯s around the same age as me, but he¡¯s already a marvelous king. A man can¡¯t be a philanthropist and king at the same time. Now I really want to meet him in person, since his guard has already impressed me.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t hard to meet the King of Graycastle since you¡¯re from one of the three big noble families,¡± said Sean coldly. ¡°If I were you, I would not be so imprudent as to say such things to that guard.¡± ¡°Who cares? You tend to shut yourself in instead of sharing your thoughts with others, don¡¯t you?¡± Marl said while spreading out his hands. Sean now had a better understanding of Marl¡¯s character. Like his cordial, loyal brother Otto Tokat, as the second son of the Tokat Family, Marl was also very easygoing. The best way to deal with this kind of person was to ignore him. He turned around, planning to take a look at the dump site guarded by the First Army when a soldier sprinted up to him. ¡°Sir, a stranger wants to see you. He says he knows where the ¡®treasure¡¯ is.¡± Sean drew his brows together. Ever since the message of searching for the cursed treasure went out, every now and then they had people coming forward who claimed that they knew the whereabouts of the treasure, most of whom were scammers who provided false information just for the purpose of getting a reward. Sean said, ¡°Didn¡¯t I tell you that you only report to me when there¡¯s a solid clue?¡± ¡°That guy insists on meeting you in person,¡± the soldier replied. ¡°He claims to be one of the last survivors from Hermes. Apart from the treasure, he also knows where the remaining members of the church are hiding. We¡¯ve already detained him.¡± ¡°Hermes¡­ church?¡± Sean squinted his eyes and then said, ¡°Got it. I¡¯ll go meet him.¡± Chapter 1091 - Hopeless Love Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Sean was studying the man tied to a chair in a tent. The latter did not avert his eyes. He was also gazing at Sean in silence. It was unusual for a traitor to be so quiet. Back in the old king¡¯s city, Sean had witnessed numerous betrayals. Although traitors tipped him useful information, Sean despised the worst of human nature portrayed by a traitor: avarice, obsequiousness and power-hunger. The reaction of this man, however, raised Sean¡¯s interest. After the two men stared at each other for quite a while, Sean broke the silence. ¡°Name?¡± ¡°Joe,¡± the man answered. ¡°Are you the commander here? I mean the commander of the Graycastle troop rather than the lord of Thorn Town or some other random lord.¡± ¡°Is that important to you?¡± ¡°If you aren¡¯t, I won¡¯t spit a word, because¡­ there¡¯s no point of doing that.¡± ¡°This sounds quite interesting,¡± thought Sean. Sean leaned forward a little a bit and said, ¡°I¡¯m the Chief Guard of the King of Graycastle, King Roland Wimbledon, and also the captain of the Graycastle exploration team. You can call me Sean. I¡¯m the person whom you can put confidence in. Now, can you tell me the whereabouts of the treasure?¡± ¡°You must be looking for the Magic Ceremony Cube in the Temple of the Cursed at the Cage Mountain,¡± Joe replied flatly. ¡°The Earl of Archduke Island Lorenzo has it!¡± Sean was a little surprised at his bluntness. He had thought the man would negotiate with him before providing some vague clues that required him to verify their validity, but the man immediately told him everything. Sean asked, ¡°Have you¡­ seen it before?¡± ¡°No, but it isn¡¯t a secret in the church.¡± Joe then briefly related the war between the church and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. He said, ¡°Lorenzo bragged about his discovery and exaggerated the Cube a lot in his report. Many church executives knew about it, but the Holy City of Hermes didn¡¯t pay it much attention.¡± ¡°I see. So the treasure was in the Kingdom of Wolfheart before being captured by the church. Fair enough,¡± Sean muttered as he stroked his chin. ¡°But why did you tell me this? You can also sell the information to some other lords, can¡¯t you?¡± Joe took a deep breath and said, ¡°Sir, have you heard of¡­ the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± ¡°Naturally. It¡¯s the secret army the church took pride in,¡± said Sean derisively. ¡°Unfortunately, however, it was flattened by His Majesty¡¯s First Army during the battle at Coldwind Ridge.¡± ¡°Very well then,¡± said Joe, who did not seem to be remotely upset about his response. ¡°It would be easier for me to make it clear outright. As Lorenzo has a group of God¡¯s Punishment Army, nobody dares challenge his authority over the Archduke Island except the King of Graycastle.¡± ¡°So?¡± The guard said while raising his brows. ¡°I thought those man slaughter machines were all killed in action at Coldwind Ridge. How many of them are left?¡± ¡°Ten¡­ no, probably around five,¡± said Joe hesitantly. ¡°Anyway, it¡¯s not a lot.¡± ¡°Five would be enough to guard a castle,¡± said Sean with a smile. ¡°What do you want from me then? Or how much would you like me to pay you for this piece of information?¡± ¡°No, my only hope is to stay alive,¡± Joe said in a hushed voice. ¡°The church has nothing to compete against Graycastle now, but Lorenzo is still planning to revenge the church. His men have already entered Thorn Town, and I don¡¯t want to meddle in this matter. If¡­¡± He broke off and then continued, ¡°If this information is helpful to you, I hope the King of Graycastle could acquit me.¡± Sean doubted whether this was his real motive. Sean rested his chin on his hand, a gesture King Roland often made when he interrogated prisoners. Although Sean did not possess a special ability to distinguish lies from truths like Ms. Nightingale did, sometimes he did not necessarily need magic power to do so. To be honest, he did not perceive any signs that indicated this man named Joe had a strong desire to live. When he stared into his eyes, he could see a hint of stone cold self-determination in them. Perhaps Joe did not realize that he was wearing a look of a desperate man. ¡°Just this one request?¡± ¡°Y-yes.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll ask someone to escort you to Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Joe said, noticing something wrong. ¡°Why do I have to go to Neverwinter?¡± Sean rose to his feet and said, ¡°I don¡¯t have the power to acquit you, but I can¡¯t abandon a person who retracts from a wrong path. Don¡¯t worry, everybody in Graycastle knows His Majesty is a benelovent and honorable man. The Witch Union can also double check the reliability of your testimony. If you didn¡¯t lie, you would be treated fairly and certainly be exonerated from your wrongdoings. If with luck, you¡¯ll probably even receive a large sum of rewards for coming forward.¡± ¡°S-sir¡­ that treasure¡­¡± Joe stammered, attempting to stand up but the rope restricted his movement. ¡°If Earl Lorenzo does have the treasure, His Majesty will get it from him sooner or later. Besides, you have nothing to do with the treasure, right?¡± Sean said while spreading out his hands. ¡°No need to worry. Although Neverwinter is far and we can¡¯t set you free for the time being before confirming the validity of your information, we¡¯ll pay you for sure. The church will no longer pose a threat to you.¡± With these words, Sean turned to a soldier and instructed, ¡°Send him back to his cell.¡± ¡°No, sir, hang on¡­¡± Joe said. His expression changed. The previous indifference yielded to a panic and defenseless look. He struggled to stand up, threw himself abruptly to the floor and said, ¡°Please, don¡¯t send me to Neverwinter!¡± His feign nonchalance dissolved into a look of forlorn despair as his voice rose. Sean stopped. He did not understand why this man would suddenly sink into such a state of despondency when he was already prepared to die. ¡°Why?¡± Sean asked as he wheeled around. ¡°Or rather, you actually wanted something else?¡± ¡°Please, please save her ¡ª save Farrina, please!¡± Joe implored, banging his head to the floor as he kept yelling hysterically. ¡°She doesn¡¯t have much time. She¡­ she doesn¡¯t have much time left¡­¡± His voice, in the end, trailed off into a sob. ¡°That¡¯s probably his real intention,¡± thought Sean. He walked up to Joe who trembled uncontrollably, patted him on the shoulder and asked, ¡°Who¡¯s Farrina? Why doesn¡¯t she have much time? Now I really need to have a good chat with you.¡± ¡­ After Joe restored his composure, he related everything to Sean. At this point, Sean understood what had happened. It was actually a story about love. Joe was indeed the last remaining church member, whereas the former bishop had become his enemy. With no other alternatives, Joe thus turned to the former opponent of the church, the First Army from Graycastle, for help. Compared with external rivals, traitors were always more despicable. Meanwhile, Sean also learned why Joe was ready to die: he knew from the beginning that the First Army would eventually see through his plan and believed it would be better to be hanged and die together with Farrina together than being tortured by Lorenzo. Joe could have taken things slow. However, considering Farrina might not survive Lorenzo¡¯s endless torture, he decided to risk his life to come to seek First Army instead of waiting for another few months. He knew Lorenzo would not kill Farrina immediately, as he still needed her for getting the Holy Book. Yet Farrina definitely could not wait for that long. After all, human bodies had a limit. By the time Graycastle took action half a year later, it might be too late. At first, Sean did not want to meddle in the internal conflict of the church. He was also suspicious of the validity of Joe¡¯s information. However, after learning that this was all about love, Sean believed Joe. The next thing Sean needed to do was to find the men sent by Earl Lorenzo to further confirm the news. ¡°I see. Once I catch those people, I¡¯ll let His Majesty know at once,¡± Sean promised slowly. ¡°I¡¯ll send him a message via carrier pigeon.¡± Chapter 1092 - An Arrest Warrant Chapter 1092: An Arrest Warrant Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ ¡°So, you¡¯re going to help him?¡± said Marl Tokat as he knitted his brows. ¡°To help a remnant church member?¡± After Sean sent Joe away, he immediately sent for the emissary of the City of Glow and told him the whole story. He did not believe the three noble families would try to keep the treasure for themselves, because none of them knew what it was used for. If the treasure was really something extremely powerful, they should not have had it smuggled out of the Kingdom of Dawn in the first place. ¡°I don¡¯t make the call as to whether I should help him or not,¡± said Sean indifferently. ¡°My instruction is to find the treasure as soon as possible. Now, I¡¯ve finally obtained a clue that sounds reliable, so naturally I should further confirm its credibility. As for what comes next, I¡¯ll leave it to His Majesty.¡± He paused for a moment, rested his eyes on Marl and asked, ¡°So, do you have any good plans, Mr. Emissary?¡± The First Army was invincible, but their unparalleled power would be of no use if there was not an enemy to compete with. Since the First Army did not have expertise in searching for cunning spies, it would be better to place the matter in the three noble families¡¯ hands. ¡°To be completely honest, I wish I had never listened to this story,¡± Marl said, shrugging. ¡°Lady Quinn was expelled from the Kingdom of Dawn because of the church. If there were no church, she would probably have married my brother now¡­ Ahem, but since you¡¯ve asked, I¡¯ll try my best to assist you. Although there have been many visitors to the town recently, it shouldn¡¯t be that hard to find a particular group of people.¡± ¡°A particular group of people?¡± ¡°Yes, as the passage to the Cage Mountain is blocked, the fastest way to get here from the Kingdom of Wolfheart is via sea. People have to go through Coral Bay, a port city in the northeast of Thorn Town,¡± Marl replied as he counted on his fingers. ¡°We are going to look for fleets coming from the east, with around 10 to 15 crew members, probably with a little Wolfheart accent, and dressed up like Wolfheart citizens. Based on these criteria, we¡¯ll be able to narrow our target down to only several fleets. I reckon there are less than five that meet all these criteria.¡± ¡°Is this because Coral Bay¡­ is the only big city in the east? Once we circle out these people, are we going to detain and interrogate them all?¡± Sean asked thoughtfully. The situation was pretty similar to that in Neverwinter. Many people came to Neverwinter from the east but none the west, except the demons. ¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Marl answered with a nod. ¡°The spy you¡¯re looking for is very likely among them.¡± ¡°But who should do all this work?¡± ¡°Is there anyone else who knows better than the town than the local Rats? A problem that can be solved with money isn¡¯t really a problem,¡± Marl replied smilingly as he placed his hand on his chest. ¡°To show the sincerity of the three families, the Tokats is willing to bear all the expenses incurred.¡± ¡­ In a residential house in the suburb of Thorn Town, the butler of the Earl of the Archduke Island, Hagrid, was fanning impatiently, trying to keep the buzzing mosquitos away from him. ¡°What an awful place this is! There¡¯s not even a mosquito net here,¡± thought Hagrid irritably. How was he supposed to live here two months later when summer started? Hagrid still had no clue as to why the Magic Ceremony Cube illuminated. He was not even sure whether the King of Graycastle was really coming for the treasure in the Temple of the Cursed. ¡°Maybe I should go and see what he is doing at the moment?¡± Hagrid thought. Based on the information collected by his men, the Graycastle Exploration Team had arrived at Thorn Town two months ago. It appeared that they were planning something extraordinary. First, they had built a road in the mountain. Then, they had started to recruit death row prisoners. They had also turned the temple on the mountainside inside out. Every day, they shipped bricks and stones from the mountain and piled them up in an open field constantly guarded by the soldiers. It made perfect sense if they excavated the ground to search for the hidden treasure. However, Graycastle seemed to be more enthusiastic for stones than the treasure itself. Hagrid had once watched them work from a distance. He had seen the soldiers air slabs and bricks in the sun before shipping them to Coral Bay in the east via carriage. Hagrid did not understand what the King of Graycastle used these black stones for. He had also managed to obtain some of the stones from the port and asked his men to send them to Earl Lorenzo. As he had expected, the stones did not help the Magic Ceremony Cube recover its legendary power. The key to activating this ancient treasure must be something else. ¡°Sir, the person you¡¯re looking for is here,¡± reported a man who lifted the curtain and came in. ¡°Send him in,¡± Hagrid said as he straightened up and turned up the collar of his coat. ¡°Yes, sir!¡± A villager-looking man was pushed in. He knelt down on the floor, looked up at Hagrid gingerly and said, ¡°Sir, my name is Knaff. Do you want to climb up the mountain? As long as you don¡¯t intend to cross the mountain, I can take you anywhere you want¡­¡± ¡°You were the guide for the Graycastle men when they arrived at the Cage Mountain?¡± Hagrid talked over him. ¡°Y-yes¡­ sir.¡± ¡­ Hagrid tossed him a small pouch and said, ¡°Here¡¯s 20 gold royals. If you can give me information that would interest me, they¡¯ll be yours.¡± ¡°Of, of course, sir. I¡¯ll tell you everything I know!¡± Knaff said hotly. ¡°Tell me what happened in detail. I want to know everything,¡± said Hagrid as he swept the villager with a disdainful look and reclined against his armchair. When Hagrid heard the exploration team climb up the Cage Mountain, his eyes snapped open. He asked, ¡°Hang on, what did you just say?¡± ¡°The witch called Azima ¡ª¡± ¡°No, after that!¡± ¡°Um, she said, ¡®this way¡¯, with a coin in her hand.¡± ¡°A coin?¡± Hagrid pursued. ¡°What does it look like?¡± ¡°It looks pretty plain, neither like a silver royal nor a bronze royal,¡± Knaff replied after a moment of contemplation. ¡°Right, the coin isn¡¯t patterned. It seems to be a thin slice of polished metal.¡± ¡°Was the witch holding it all the time?¡± Hagrid asked, having a vague feeling that this was probably the key. ¡°Most of the time she was,¡± The guide answered with a look of dawning comprehension. ¡°Now I remember that this group of people followed the witch. Every time they took a turn, the witch would place the coin in front of her and gaze at it for a while.¡± ¡°Damn it! So it does have something to do with witches!¡± Hagrid clenched his fist and asked, ¡°Where¡¯s that witch¡­ called Azima?¡± ¡°I, I don¡¯t know,¡± Knaff said while shaking his head vigorously. ¡°She left Thorn Town immediately. Perhaps¡­ she returned to Graycastle?¡± If the witch had stayed at Thorn Town for only a few days, then she must have departed the Cage Mountain before he had left the Archduke Island. However, The Magic Ceremony Cube had been illuminating since his departure, which meant¡­ she had left the coin here. Hagrid resolved a multitude of thoughts in his mind. He came to realize that this particular coin was probably a ¡°key¡± discovered by the King of Graycastle from the ruins. Since it was so important, he speculated that it must be in the custody of the leader of the Exploration Team. Hagrid had learned who the leaders of the Exploration Team were a long time ago. The personnels of the highest rank of the exploration team were the commander-in-chief, Sean, and the emissary of the three families, Marl. He thought the king¡¯s guard might be easier to deal with compared to the second son of the Tokat family. Like the old saying went, fortresses always crumbled from within. How many gold royals did he have to prepare in order to pry open the guard¡¯s mouth? 500¡­ or 1,000? Hagrid knew Earl Lorenzo would pay whatever it required to know the secret of the Magic Cube. Once he managed to touch base with that commander, he would soon be able to learn the answer. Hagrid was thrilled by his plan. If he could get the ¡°key¡± to the treasure, Earl Lorenzo would definitely rely on his counsels more. Perhaps one day, he would even become a lord. After all, anyone could use the Magic Cube. It did not have to be a lord necessarily. While he was fantasizing about his bright future, there was a pattering of running feet outside the door. ¡°Wait a minute, who are you ¡ª¡± ¡°Aargh!¡± With clinks and clanks, the door was forced open. Before Hagrid realized it, a group of patroller-like men rushed into his room and prostrated him to the floor. Hagrid yelled, struggling, ¡°I, I¡¯m a law-abiding merchant. You can¡¯t do this to me! I can offer you as much money as you want ¡ª¡± ¡°The lord of Thorn Town suspects that some church dregs are hiding among your crews. We request your full cooperation with our investigation at once!¡± The men said firmly. ¡°Save all the talk for his lordship!¡± Chapter 1093 - To the New World Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Twin Dragon Island hasn¡¯t been so bustling for a while.¡± Thunder said as he stood at the top of the bridge of the ¡°Snow Wind¡±, watching the boisterous dock down below. Thousands of people were congregated here, busy loading their ships. From above, they looked like ants moving in a line. The dock area was filled with the yellings of vendors, the shoutings of sailors, as well as the sound of tidal waves foaming on the beach. All these sounds preluded their upcoming journey. The other side of the dock was packed with sailing ships, their masts soaring into the air, forming a sea that stretched away endlessly. Thousands of banners and flags streamed in the air, including those of Crescent Moon Bay, Sunset Island and Shallow Water Town. All the influential Chambers of Commerce at the Fjords had gathered here, ready to commence their voyages. The last time Thunder had attended a big event of this scale was when he had reached 22 years old, when all the Chambers of Commerce had assembled to explore Shadow Waters. Margaret said smilingly, ¡°Not only Twin Dragon Island but also the entire Fjords are exhilarated by your news. A route that used to be the least profitable has now become the most popular one. The newborn generation is really lucky. They don¡¯t have to risk their lives to become real explorers.¡± Thunder curled up his lips into a smile. He knew Margaret was talking about the route leading to the Festive Harbor. When the news that ¡°as long as you find something interesting at the Endless Cape, you can claim rewards from the King of Graycastle¡± spread to the Fjords, the explorer community was stirred. Fjords people had a crazy obsession with the title ¡°explorer¡±, for the title represented fame and wealth. However, it was not easy to discover a new sailing route, a new island or a big secret without a large amount of money, and more often than not an attempt would end up being fruitless and might even cost their lives. Yet the recruitment campaign held by the King of Graycastle had altered everything. He had opened a very well-developed and relatively safe route between the Fjords and the Endless Cape. The brand new port city, the City of Festive, brought huge business opportunities. Even if one did not make any new discoveries, he would at least be able to profit something from this trip. If one, with a stroke of luck, did find something invaluable, it would be even better. Plus, the King of Graycastle made it very clear that those ancient ruins might bear a significant relationship to a secret with respect to Three Gods. Anyone who contributed to the revelation of the secret would have a chance to be titled ¡°Honorary Lifetime Explorer¡± by the king. Although Graycastle, as a kingdom on the continent, employed a different system from the Fjord Islands, this condition for a lifetime explorer was fairly reasonable. As a matter of fact, Fjords people took this requirement more seriously than Graycastle citizens. After all, the exploration had something to do with their faith in Three Gods. As the new route was so lucrative, it inevitably raised some suspicions among a few explorers. These skeptical voices, however, were soon drowned out by enthusiastic merchants. The name of the King of Graycastle had spread throughout the whole Fjords market when Chaos Drinks and perfumes had been introduced to the islands. With the democratization of Graycastle commodities at the Fjords and a wide use of paddle steamers, more and more Fjords people started to include Roland Wimbledon in their daily conversations. A stereotype gradually formed among Fjords residents that Neverwinter citizens were all ultra-rich people. Meanwhile, the foundation of the Joint Chamber of Commerce further strengthened people¡¯s faith in Roland Wimbledon. Since their employer was a powerful king, it made sense that he set up a relatively high threshold for people to receive that honorable title. Hearing the news, almost everyone at the Fjords started to take action. There were generally two groups of people. The more experienced and adventurous ones joined Thunder, whereas the others who preferred a safe journey while hoping to make a good fortune out of the trip headed to the Endless Cape, attempting to find themselves a good spot at the Festive Harbor. Thunder would have never believed a country across the channel could exert such a huge impact on the Fjords if he had not witnessed it himself. This drastic change had only taken place in the past one or two years. Thunder said to Margaret as he squinted at the distant horizon that looked like a thin thread of silver, ¡°Thanks to your help. I couldn¡¯t have been dedicated to the exploration if you didn¡¯t take care of the Chamber of Commerce for me. If truth be told, I¡¯m good at nothing but taking adventures. I¡¯m not even a good father. You have helped me so much over the past few years¡­¡± ¡°You should know that I¡¯m most willing to do these things for you,¡± Margaret answered as she put her hand on the back of Thunder¡¯s. ¡°Doesn¡¯t it hurt one¡¯s feelings to appreciate a person who doesn¡¯t want anything in return? We¡¯re going on a long trip soon. It¡¯s better not to talk about things like this.¡± ¡°Margaret¡­¡± Thunder said. He turned around and their eyes met. ¡°Having said that, it isn¡¯t exactly accurate to say that I ask for nothing. There¡¯s something¡­ that I do want,¡± said Margaret as she winked. ¡°So just bear in mind that I am up to something, and please don¡¯t feel that you owe me.¡± Thunder knew what Margaret wanted. He was glad to see Lightning and her get along well back in Neverwinter. Now he suddenly realized that he had been accustomed to Margaret¡¯s company. It was weird that a man like him, who could steer his ship against whirling hurricanes and waves, would feel a little hesitant to confess his feelings. Thunder was debating whether he should hold Margaret¡¯s hand when his first mate interrupted their conversation. ¡°Captain ¡ª ¡± The first mate craned his neck, yelling on the terrace of the bridge. ¡°All the caravans are waiting for your instruction!¡± Thunder coughed and said, ¡°Got it! I¡¯m coming!¡± ¡°Alrighty!¡± He then took a deep breath, turned to Margaret and said, ¡°Time to go.¡± ¡°Off you go.¡± Margaret smiled at him while nodding. ¡°Do what you¡¯re best at, as His Majesty said¡­¡± ¡°Right,¡± Thunder said, ¡°¡­ to the new world.¡± ¡­ He walked down the tower, passed the bridge, crossed the deck and reached the bow, facing the spectators gathering about at the dock. The crowd below immediately burst into loud cheers. Thunder waved his hand and said, ¡°I think everybody has known that the farthest we have been to is Shadow Waters. However, this was just a tiny step we made in the past. There¡¯s a huge Swirling Sea out there for us to explore. This time, we¡¯re going beyond Shadow Waters, crossing the incredible Sealine and visiting the distant land in the east ¡ª a bleak emptiness not yet imprinted with human feet!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve seen a vast continent in the Shadow Ruins. It¡¯s a land as splendid as the Four Kingdoms. But where is it? Is it to the east of the Sealine? We¡¯re now going to find the answers to these exciting questions. If it does exist, Fjords people would no longer need to struggle on this overcrowded land and live in fear! Also, this new land will probably bring us much more wealth than all the fortunes we have made over the past years altogether. This is also one of the reasons I encourage every capable man to join us: It¡¯s so lucrative a business that everybody would have a chance to benefit from it!¡± His speech was interrupted by a rush of cheers from the crowd. Thunder waited for the crowd to fall silent again and then continued, ¡°Yet I want something else other than gold royals and fame, that is, I want the Fjords to constitute a part of our history! Up to now, Fjords people are seldom mentioned in the history of the Four Kingdoms. There are neither prominent families dwelling on the Fjords for generations nor a king governing the land. We¡¯re far apart from the continent, living on an isolated island with no influences whatsoever on people across the channel, except for traveling caravans.¡± ¡°But this will all change soon. When we discover a brand new land for mankind, history will remember us. We¡¯ll be remembered as the most adventurous explorers in the world! I hope you understand that this upcoming trip will not only alter the present but also determine our future!¡± ¡°Hoist the sails, lads!¡± Thunder threw his arm in the air and shouted, ¡°To the new world!¡± The crowd below also raised their arms and shouted together. Their tumultuous cheers whipped through the air. ¡°To the new world ¡ª full speed ahead!¡± Chapter 1094 - A Power of Attorney Chapter 1094: A Power of Attorney Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In Neverwinter, Graycastle. Roland was sitting behind his desk answering a phone call from the front at Fertile Plains. The word ¡°front¡± was not actually accurate. Based on the decreasing rate of the reception, it was more a phone call between Neverwinter and the Longsong Stronghold than one between Neverwinter and the front. Without an extender, this was the farthest a wind-up telephone could reach. Yet they could still go beyond this limit. The simplest way was to ask Leaf to ¡°forward¡± calls. When she turned into the Heart of Forest, she could control the entire Misty Forest with her mind and transfer information even faster than Lightning when she was flying at the speed of sound. The front personnel simply needed to call Leaf, who would then transfer the call to Roland. In that case, they could pretty much receive messages instantly. ¡°Everything looks fine for now,¡± Leaf replied in an unnecessarily low tone to mimic Iron Axe. ¡°As you anticipated, the demons made several attempts to destroy the railway tracks afterwards, but their action didn¡¯t really impact our logistics. Without the spider demons, they could only move the tracks manually. Moreover, they had to hurry off to avoid a direct clash with the ¡®Blackriver¡¯. Since there was no need to replace the entire railway, it didn¡¯t take our engineer team long to mend the damaged section.¡± ¡°It seems that the armored trains worked.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. The armored trains actually function as a small stronghold. They play an important role in sending reinforcements and repairing the railway. I just wish there were more of them. If we could put a ¡°Blackriver¡± at every station, that would be great.¡± ¡°You make it sound like an easy job.¡± Roland could not resist grinning over the phone. ¡°Apart from armored trains, we also need witches to continue to produce freight trains. The two we have now is the best we can do at present. Keep expanding our defensive line. Hopefully we can get prepared for the general offensive by midsummer.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Leaf said in a muffled voice. ¡°Leaf, you can actually¡­ skip the nasal sound,¡± Roland thought in amusement. Roland continued on a cough, ¡°By the way, is there still no sign of a massive attack from the demons yet?¡± He had been quite restless since Nightingale had woken him up in the middle of that night, telling him that the First Army had encountered a night raid. His heart had been in his throat until Anna told him that the loss was moderate and that Edith had reassured everything was fine. In fact, poor lighting had always been a big problem for the First Army. In a dark surrounding, their firing rate would be significantly compromised, and Roland had still not figured out how to manufacture tracers. The soldiers essentially had to rely on the witches¡¯ instructions to fire. Roland had not expected the demons would launch their first voluntary attack at night. He was surprised to learn that they had not only developed a thorough understanding of the ability of Sylvie¡¯s Magic Eye but also grasped the nature of firearms. He was also quite taken aback at the fact that they adopted a loose formation and sneaked in. Fortunately, the enemy did not possess a weapon as powerful as a cannon, and the First Army had carried out their contingency plan perfectly. Otherwise, the outcome of the battle could have been different. ¡°I haven¡¯t noticed any signs that indicate the demons will attack us at night like last time so far,¡± Leaf said. ¡°Ms. Sylvie is now putting one or two hours every day on patrolling the railway area which the demons must pass if they plan to attack us. She sometimes also spies on the enemy on the Magic Ark or the ¡®Seagull¡¯. At least, it¡¯s safe for now.¡± ¡°What does the General Staff say about it?¡± ¡°They think there are two possible reasons. One is that the demons have noticed our change and can¡¯t play their old trick anymore. The other is that the demons can¡¯t assemble enough troops to have a second round of attack in such a short time.¡± ¡°Really?¡± said Roland thoughtfully. Apart from the demons¡¯ remarkable learning ability, he was also very concerned about that Senior Demon acting as the skirmisher. Indeed, this was not their first time meeting a Senior Demon. Now he remembered after they had met the first Senior Demon at the snow mountain, they had encountered this particular type of Senior Demon four times. However, several hundreds of years ago, Senior Demons used to be commanders only. The Union would only have had a chance to kill them after the Blessed Army had slain all other regular demons. They had apparently lost their superior status over the past hundreds of years and started to participate in a battle more often than they used to. This was definitely not good news for them. For the soulless God¡¯s Punishment Army, Roland could still develop some specific tactics to tackle them. For a group of Senior Demons with various powers, he could literally do nothing about them but to cross his fingers. Since there were no particular methods to fight the Senior Demons off, the only way Roland could think of now was a universal strategy, which was to catch the enemy unprepared and eradicate them with more powerful gunfire. ¡°The demons would definitely not allow us to prowl around the Fertile Plains. We should stay alert, making sure we leave them no chance.¡± ¡°Noted!¡± Leaf said while raising her voice. After the communication was over, she said with an abrupt return to her usual manner, ¡°Your Majesty, Iron Axe has hung up.¡± ¡°Alright¡­¡± Roland heaved a sigh and asked, ¡°Who¡¯s next?¡± ¡°The Minister of Construction, Karl Van Bate.¡± Roland was a bit surprised to hear the Ministry of Construction have problems, as they had already sufficient materials and manpower to carry out their projects. He thus said, ¡°Transfer the call.¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Leaf said whilst mimicking Carl¡¯s voice this time. Although Roland could still somehow distinguish the difference, the rustling of the twigs and leaves made Leaf¡¯s performance quite impressive. ¡°The construction team has encountered some problems recently. I hope the other departments of the Administrative Office could help us.¡± ¡°It seems¡­ Leaf has got addicted to this voice over job,¡± Roland thought. The report from the Minister of Construction was fairly straightforward. The night raid had shocked many workers and resulted in a low morale among the workers. As many foremen had noticed their workers were slacking off, they wished to change the workers¡¯ shifts or allow their families to visit them so as to raise their spirits. Roland thought it was practically impossible to change everybody¡¯s shifts since not all the workers were willing to trade their lives for a higher pay. As such, he steered the conversation to the second method. ¡°Family visits? I remember more than 70% of the railway workers are immigrants who don¡¯t have a family. If we allow family visits, those who don¡¯t have relatives would feel bitter against those who do, which would then exacerbate the current situation,¡± Roland replied. ¡°I¡¯ve thought about that, Your Majesty,¡± Leaf answered for the Minister. ¡°The railway construction team once asked all the workers to submit a Power of Attorney, in which they named the person who will have the full authority to take care of their personal matters in case they¡¯re killed in action. This person must be very important to that worker and thus, in a sense, can be regarded as his family member.¡± ¡°That sounds like a plan,¡± Roland said after a moment of reflection. ¡°Alright then. I¡¯ll ask Barov to arrange it.¡± Chapter 1095 - An Account of the Past Translator: Transn Editor: Transn After Roland hung up, Nightingale placed a silver white ring on his desk. It was a ring made of two shards of aluminum that could hold a roll of paper as small as a person¡¯s palm specifically designed for carrier pigeons. The combination of the ring and Soraya¡¯s ¡°ultra-thin paper¡± enabled them to deliver more messages at a time. Instead of tying notes to the messengers¡¯ claws, they could now simply attach them to this ring. To prevent accidents en route, each local Administrative Office set up a post station for messengers who flew over 500 kilometers to take a rest before taking off for the next station. To more efficiently sort encrypted mail, the ring was embossed with an identification code similar to train tickets in modern society. The identification code would instantly tell mailmen where this encrypted letter came from and where it should go. The letter C on this ring represented the Kingdom of Dawn. Out of security and confidentiality concerns, Roland had decided to use the first letter of each country¡¯s Pinyin spelling instead of the standard characters commonly used in the Four Kingdoms. ¡°Is it from Thorn Town in the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± Roland said while raising his eyebrows. ¡°When did you receive it?¡± ¡°Just ten minutes ago when Honey came,¡± Nightingale replied. ¡°But you were on the phone at that time, so I didn¡¯t give it to you straight away.¡± ¡°Did they find something new in the ruins at the Cage Mountain?¡± Roland wondered as he unclipped the ring and unfolded the letter. The letter was a bit long. It took him around seven minutes to figure out what the guard was trying to convey. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect the church would ask for Graycastle¡¯s help,¡± Roland remarked impressively after he put down the letter. He knew it was now impossible for the church to stage a comeback after they had abandoned Hermes, but it did not hurt to help them weed out a local noble. It was very ironic to see the very person who gave these fugitives a fatal blow was nobody but a former bishop of the church. ¡°Do you know where those church dregs are? Those who fled Holy City, leaving the orphans in the monastery behind?¡± Nightingale asked, her voice alive with curiosity. ¡°If what the letter says is correct, the church is now completely over,¡± Roland said as he handed the letter to Nightingale. ¡°Their last hope turns out to be their last straw.¡± Nightingale cast Roland a glance after she read the letter and asked, ¡°What are you going to do?¡± ¡°Since the butler of the Earl of Archduke Island has confessed everything and we¡¯ve also known where the treasure is, we¡¯ll sooner or later send our men to the Kingdom of Wolfheart,¡± Roland said while tapping the desk gently. ¡°The reaction of the Magic Ceremony Cube to the enriched uranium sample indicates the drawings on the mural are probably depictions of true stories. Regardless of what it is used for, we¡¯d better bring the Cube back to Neverwinter. As for the acting pope Farrina¡­¡± Roland paused for a second and then went on, ¡°Bring Joe and her back here for further questioning.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I thought you would say,¡± Nightingale commented with a faint smile. ¡°I thought you wouldn¡¯t like my answer,¡± Roland said carefully. ¡°The church persecuted you before.¡± ¡°I did hate the church very much, and I even hated men at one point,¡± Nightingale admitted. ¡°However, after I learned that it was actually Alice¡¯s plan and that what she did was all for the continuity of the human race, I changed my mind. I don¡¯t hate her anymore but just feel she¡¯s pathetic. Plus, the church established by Starfall City is long gone. Even if I want to avenge myself, there¡¯s nobody for me to take revenge on now.¡± ¡°Um¡­ you hated men before?¡± Roland asked in surprise. ¡°Why do you sound so flustered?¡± Nightingale said as she shot him a stare. ¡°I couldn¡¯t control my awakening. I didn¡¯t do anything wrong. Why did everybody hate me so much like I¡¯m a horrible disease? You alienate me, so why do I have to befriend you. That¡¯s how I viewed things back then, and I can assure you that most of the witches had the same feeling before.¡± ¡°Is that the reason you showed up in my bedroom with a dagger at that time?¡± ¡°You were lucky you know?¡± Nightingale said with a laugh. ¡°I didn¡¯t necessarily hate people, but I did despise nobles. I sat down and negotiated with you purely because of Anna. Did you forget what people called me before?¡± ¡°No, I didn¡¯t. You were the Shadow Killer, a ghost assassin who made all the nobles in the old king¡¯s city shudder.¡± Roland left his words unsaid. ¡°So you flirted with me¡­¡± ¡°To reveal your true nature,¡± Nightingale said, muffling her snigger. ¡°I was acting. I wanted to let Anna understand what disgusting creatures nobles were. Unfortunately¡­¡± ¡°What are you regretting about? Are you regretting that you failed to persuade Anna to leave Border Town or about your unsuccessful flirting strategy?¡± Roland grumbled within himself. He said glumly, ¡°So I was indeed lucky.¡± ¡°It¡¯s easy to go extreme when holding a grudge against someone,¡± Nightingale said, justifying her behavior as she patted Roland on the shoulder. ¡°Soon I found you¡¯re as different from the other nobles as me, so I decided to trust you.¡± ¡°Shall I say thank you?¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome,¡± Nightingale replied matter-of-factly. ¡°After I learned about the Pure Witches and someone like Zero, I soon put those childish ideas behind.¡± ¡°Really¡­ you did come a long way,¡± Roland commented with a sigh. ¡°Why do I have the impression that you aren¡¯t very happy?¡± Nightingale asked as she leaned forward and peered down at Roland, her hair touching his cheek. ¡°You weren¡¯t very sad a while ago, but you are¡­ now.¡± With these words, she quickly slid into the Mist. By the time Roland saw Nightingale again, she was lying on a recliner with a piece of dried fish between her lips, winking at him triumphantly. Grinding his teeth, Roland got to his feet. He was about to give her a lesson, making her understand who the real King of Graycastle was, when the telephone rang. It was from the Director of the Administrative Office. Roland shot Nightingale a ¡°wait-for-me¡± look and picked up the phone. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Barov¡¯s voice sounded over the phone, ¡°there¡¯s a special guest from the old king¡¯s city who insists on speaking to you.¡± Barov, as the Hand of the King, normally did not introduce visitors himself. Intrigued, Roland asked, ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡± ¡°The great dramatist, Sir Kajen Fels,¡± Barov boomed, a hint of excitement in his voice. Roland¡¯s brows were furrowed. ¡°Why is he here again? Didn¡¯t I make it very clear in my last letter?¡± thought Roland a bit irritably. He replied, ¡°I have a lot on my plate. If he doesn¡¯t have anything really important¡­¡± ¡°Yes, he does, Your Majesty!¡± said Barov, who immediately related the purpose of Kajen¡¯s visit to Roland. ¡°Are you sure?¡± Roland said, slightly surprised. ¡°Yes, he truly said so!¡± The governor answered positively. Hearing these words, Roland suddenly had an idea. After a moment of silence, he changed his mind and said, ¡°Take him to the castle parlor. I¡¯ll meet him there.¡± Chapter 1096 - His Expertise Translator: Transn Editor: Transn It was Roland¡¯s first time meeting this preeminent actor and screenwriter, his hair half gray, his face half hidden in his bushy and tangled beards, his black tuxedo crisp, and his tie neatly around his neck. Like a man from a portrait, he looked old-fashioned and antiquated. Roland pictured his portrait hung on a wall, with a caption underneath. Although Kajen was an elderly man, his eyes had not yet aged. After a bow, the screenwriter directly rested his eyes on Roland. Apparently, it was not his first time having an encounter with a royal family member. ¡°Your Majesty, this is Sir Kajen Fels,¡± Barov introduced the man while massaging his hands in exuberance. ¡°He¡¯s the best actor and screenwriter in Graycastle and is also very well known across the Four Kingdoms. Back in the old king¡¯s city, I was a frequent visitor to the Central Theater and I liked Mr. Kajen¡¯s work very much.¡± ¡°You act like a child¡­ You¡¯re the Hand of the King. Can¡¯t you behave more like an adult?¡± thought Roland while twitching his lips ¡°Good morning, Your Majesty,¡± said Kajen as he clapped his hand over his chest. ¡°Now I know why you don¡¯t watch new plays.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland seated himself in the host chair and said, ¡°Why?¡± ¡°You¡¯re¡­ too young,¡± Kajen replied slowly. ¡°You¡¯re much younger than I thought.¡± ¡°Are you saying that a person who doesn¡¯t have a great deal of experience of life doesn¡¯t have the capability to understand your plays?¡± Roland would have been a little affronted at such imprudent comments if he had still been the lord of Border Town. However, as he grew older, he became more unflappable in such a situation. But his tone, which dropped dramatically at Kajen¡¯s words, clearly indicated that he was not very pleased. Barov shot Kajen a warning look. ¡°No, Your Majesty. I¡¯m not referring to your age but your spirit,¡± Kajen explained while shaking his head. ¡°Youth has nothing to do with a person¡¯s age. I¡¯ve seen many nobles who live like old men in their prime. Likewise, a man who has crept in his decrepitude doesn¡¯t necessarily mean he¡¯s old.¡± His smile became a little self-mocking at this point. ¡°I thought I was very young, but now I realize life doesn¡¯t have a limit.¡± ¡°Can I take your words as a compliment?¡± Roland said as he raised his brows. ¡°We can¡¯t say a young spirit is good and an old spirit bad, Your Majesty.¡± To Roland¡¯s surprise, Kajen did not answer his question directly but went on, ¡°A person with a young spirit can be motivated, audacious, curious, and the list goes on. However, he may also lose himself or even bring upon himself swift destruction while pursuing his goal, so¡­¡± ¡°Ahem, Mr. Kajen ¡ª¡± Barov interrupted him in a low voice. ¡°Ah, sorry, please don¡¯t take my words too seriously,¡± said the dramatist, who had just realized he had spoken more than he was allowed to. ¡°I¡¯m an old man who has seen a lot of things, so I often have some crazy ideas. Please forgive my impertinence.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine,¡± said Roland, who waved his hand and started to take a liking to Kajen. ¡°Let¡¯s get down to the business. Barov told me that you want to work on my plays or join the Star Flower Troupe. Why¡¯s that?¡± Kajen replied straight away, ¡°I want to know more about the Magic Movie.¡± ¡°So he¡¯s trying to achieve his goal in a roundabout way after I turned him down,¡± thought Roland. ¡°You don¡¯t mind working on plays you disdain?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not saying those plays aren¡¯t good¡­¡± Kajen explained. ¡°I just feel that each show should be well planned beforehand so that actors can learn from it. Otherwise, they not only waste their time and talent but also fail their audience.¡± ¡°But your audience isn¡¯t nobles, and I don¡¯t have much time for rehearsals. If you join the Star Flower Troupe, very likely you¡¯ll be forced to act in a play that doesn¡¯t meet your standards, and your name would potentially be ruined. Did you still want to join us?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s a good idea for you to join the Star Flower Troupe,¡± Roland talked over him. ¡°The plays I plan to put on show are all meant to entertain the masses. Most of the actors will be from the Star Flower Troupe. I¡¯m afraid I don¡¯t have any plays at the moment that will suit your taste or reflect your talent.¡± This time, Barov started to eye Roland. ¡°However¡­¡± Roland ignored Barov¡¯s meaningful blink and said, ¡°I have something else for you.¡± ¡°Yes, please,¡± Kajen said eagerly as he leaned forward. ¡°In fact, I¡¯m planning to write a play about a romance in a dark time, which actually happened during the rebellion of the Church of Hermes.¡± Roland then briefly introduced the basic structure of the story. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that you¡¯re expert in plays about love and redemption, so let¡¯s make it a pilot project. If your play turns out to be a great success, I¡¯ll consider about your request next time I film the Magic Movie. How does that sound?¡± After Roland seized the new and old Holy Cities, he told the public that the culprit of all the atrocious crimes was the false pope. The real pope had been killed a long time ago. Now, a new church agent had been appointed and he would fully support Graycastle to fight the Battle of Divine Will. After more than one year of advertisement, the public gradually accepted the ¡°new history¡±. Now it was time to further uncover the origin of the Battle of Faiths and the church. Once the masses learned the truth, they would view the new church as a completely separate organization from the usurper¡¯s and the church that had persecuted the witches. The new church, therefore, would become a part of Neverwinter¡¯s political body. ¡°Is the play you¡¯re talking about based on a true story?¡± Kajen asked. ¡°Can I meet the two main characters in the play?¡± ¡°They¡¯re currently in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, waiting for rescue.¡± Roland said, shrugging. ¡°But I think you should know what ¡®based on¡¯ means¡­¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Kajen confirmed with a nod. ¡°The plays I wrote in the past are also based on royal legends and myths, and I had to avoid using any identifiable family names and family history, but¡­¡± ¡°But what¡­?¡± Kajen hesitated for a moment and replied determinedly, ¡°Your Majesty, although it¡¯s definitely a new experience for me, I would like to join your rescue team if you allow me to. I want to watch this operation. It¡¯ll be very helpful for me to understand their story.¡± ¡°Even though this requires you to pay a visit to the Kingdom of Wolfheart?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think I can picture those details in my head, and I don¡¯t want to miss the opportunity you¡¯ve given me,¡± Kajen said cordially. ¡°I can assure you that I won¡¯t cause any trouble to your team. My health has not failed me yet, and I have my student to take care of me.¡± Chapter 1097 - Friend and Old Acquaintance Chapter 1097: Friend and Old Acquaintance Translator: Transn Editor: Transn After Kajen withdrew, Barov immediately rounded on Roland and said anxiously, ¡°Your Majesty, why did you decline his request? He¡¯s an iconic figure of the play industry in Graycastle, and every troupe is eager to have him! I¡¯m not saying the Star Flower Troupe isn¡¯t good, but Ms. May is, after all, not as influential as Kajen Fels. If Kajen joins our troupe, Star Flower would veritably become the most eminent troupe throughout the whole kingdom. With Kajen in the troupe, a great number of actors and actresses would come and join us. Then we wouldn¡¯t need to worry about being short staffed.¡± Roland cast him a sideways glance and said, ¡°Haven¡¯t you heard of the saying that people usually don¡¯t care much about things they obtained very easily?¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± The governor was taken aback for a fraction of a second before he replied, ¡°Forgive my ignorance, but who said that, or rather, in which book did you see it?¡± ¡°I said it,¡± Roland said unblushingly. ¡°This is common sense. He has been attracted to the Magic Movie, so he would definitely stay in Neverwinter for a while. Compared to a straight ¡®yes¡¯, a challenging task would motivate him to work harder. Perhaps, he would even thank me for giving him this opportunity. If I let him in right away, he would take it for granted, and that¡¯s the difference between a yes and no.¡± Roland stopped for a second and then continued, ¡°Plus, May is Kajen¡¯s student. If Kajen joins the Star Flower Troupe, what would Star Flower Troupe become of? I don¡¯t mind him participating in filming, but I don¡¯t want him to act in a play. His presence, however, would pressure young actors to further improve their skills.¡± ¡°Well¡­ you¡¯re right,¡± Barov said hesitantly. ¡°But you allowed him to go to the Kingdom of Wolfheart¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s nothing,¡± Roland cut in, ¡°It¡¯s his own choice. I¡¯m also curious about what play Kajen is going to make at this stage. As far as I know, he¡¯s already reached the pinnacle of his career. By the way, how¡¯s your statistic report going? If you have time to pry into other people¡¯s business, why not get your own work done?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty¡­ Please excuse me!¡± said Barov quickly, who bowed at once and retired from the parlor. ¡°You¡¯re acting more and more like a king, Your Majesty,¡± Nightingale said as she revealed herself from behind and squinted at him. ¡°Haha¡­ I¡¯m flattered.¡± It had been a while since Nightingale had addressed him in such a formal manner, and somehow Roland did not really like it. He said, ¡°You don¡¯t need to talk to me with such formality, you know?¡± ¡°But I feel it isn¡¯t a very good idea to be too intimate,¡± Nightingale instantly shot back while folding her arms. ¡°¡®People usually don¡¯t care much about things they obtained very easily¡¯. I didn¡¯t know you thought this way. I should be more careful in the future and set a boundary between us. Also, I¡¯ll certainly remind Anna to prevent someone from getting too full of himself. ¡± Roland could feel his forehead dampened with cold sweat. He said vaguely, ¡°Well¡­ um¡­ um¡­ anyway, people and the Magic Movie are two different things! Plus, I¡¯m not the first person saying that¡­¡± ¡°But you agree with it,¡± Nightingale grunted. ¡°My magic power in my chest tells me that you accept at least 55% of the theory.¡± Roland mopped his forehead, wondering if Nightingale could now detect lies with such accuracy, and then he suddenly remembered the word ¡°chest¡± she had mentioned. Agatha told him that witches¡¯ magic power was in a shape of a cyclone, but it was not a physical entity. In reality, magic power spread all over one¡¯s body rather than clustering around a certain area. ¡°Did you really use your ability?¡± Roland questioned. ¡°Haha.¡± Nightingale could not resist laughing. ¡°You found out, but you did say that. If the other witches know what you¡¯re really thinking, what will they think of you? Will they start to think that you ¡®take them for granted¡¯ ?¡± ¡°Five Chaos Drinks,¡± Roland blurted out, starting to bribe Nightingale. ¡°Ten, with different flavors,¡± Nightingale negotiated as she licked her lips. ¡°It would raise suspicions if I give you too many¡­¡± ¡°Suspicious of what?¡± ¡°Well¡­ someone will think it¡¯s unfair.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll hide them well. Nobody will find them.¡± ¡°How about eight? If you get them too easily, you¡¯ll¡­¡± ¡°Will what?¡± ¡°No, nothing. I have to think about it¡­¡± ¡­ In the end, Roland signed an ¡°unequal treaty¡± at the cost of ten Chaos Drinks. Watching Nightingale snacking on dried fish triumphantly, Roland shook his head in amusement. By nightfall, Barov handed in the list of family visitors. He reported over the phone, ¡°Ms. Scroll and I reviewed the family records and the copies of Power of Attorney. We¡¯ve selected around 1,600 people for the first round of family visits to the Fertile Plains. Priority is given to family members. We¡¯re currently in the process of drafting a detailed proposal. If everything goes well, they¡¯ll be taking off in two days.¡± ¡°Very well. Go ahead with your plan,¡± Roland said approvingly, feeling very pleased with the high work efficiency of the Administrative Office. He was proud of how well his prime minister was trained. ¡°As you command! But Your Majesty, one worker¡¯s family member is a witch.¡± ¡°A witch?¡± Roland echoed, his brows going up. ¡°Yes, this worker is called Snaketooth, from the Longsong District. He used to be a Rat at Black Street, and the witch is Miss Paper.¡± ¡°Paper?¡± Roland suddenly remembered that Paper had involved herself in a small dispute when Petrov had brought her here. Was that Snaketooth her friend? ¡°Do you want me to cross him out?¡± Barov pursued as Roland lapsed into a long silence. ¡°After all, Miss Paper has completely cut off from her past now.¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± said Roland, coming out of his reverie, ¡°She severed her relationship with her past job as a Rat, but not with her friend. Don¡¯t forget that the key to eliminating Rats is to educate and transform them. They shouldn¡¯t be treated any differently just because of their previous occupation.¡± ¡°A worker who used to be a Rat at Black Street¡­¡± Roland¡¯s lips curled up into a smile as he sank into his thought. If he remembered correctly, Paper and that worker had not seen each other for nearly two years. Perhaps they had forgotten what the other looked like. Yet Snaketooth still put her name on the Power of Attorney. It sounded like a fascinating story. ¡°I¡¯ll let Paper know,¡± Roland said in the end. ¡°You take care of the rest.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± At a clearing to the southwest of Tower Station No. 1, the First Army was holding a memorial service. Nearly 300 serried snow-white tombstones stood solemnly on a meadow. Although nobody was buried underneath, everyone rose to pay their respects, a sober and stern expression on their faces, as if their companions had been standing right in front of them, alive and well. ¡°Here lie the valiant soldiers who sacrificed themselves to defend Tower Station No.1.¡± ¡°They did not retreat but fought fiercely against the ferocious enemies.¡± ¡°Because they knew that Graycastle had got their back.¡± ¡°They were the swords of His Majesty, the towering wall protecting the civilians.¡± ¡°Their names will be engraved in our memories.¡± ¡°Their dreams will be fulfilled by us.¡± ¡°To the King of Graycastle, to the Kingdom of Graycastle.¡± ¡°Salute!¡± Iron Axe performed a military salute, and all the others followed. Lightning landed quietly on a barrack. She spied a familiar figure at the front. That was the conductor of the ¡°Blackriver¡±. Chapter 1098 - The Guardian Chapter 1098: The Guardian Translator: Transn Editor: Transn After the group of soldiers dispersed, the old man returned to the train. Lightning flew into the cab from the rear window and landed silently on the floor of the compartment. The old man stood in front of the dashboard, transfixed like a silent statue, gazing at what lay in his hand. Watching his lonely back, Lightning wanted to console him, but words somehow abandoned her. The old man did not see Lightning until she touched the half-open blind. ¡°Ah, you were the little girl the other day¡­¡± said the old man who blinked in surprise. ¡°My name is Lightning,¡± Lightning said as she took a step back. ¡°Sorry, I¡­¡± ¡°I see. You came to comfort me, right?¡± The old man said, grinning. ¡°That¡¯s OK. I¡¯m not that old yet. I don¡¯t need a little girl to comfort me. To be honest, it¡¯s a little embarrassing. That¡¯s a convenient ability you have. You can go wherever you want.¡± Lightning was a little relieved after she noticed that the old man was not as disconsolate as she had thought. She said, ¡°I, I¡¯ll knock before I come in next time.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not blaming you, child,¡¯ said the old man as he took down a foldable desk off the wall and wiped it with his sleeve. ¡°Come, sit here. I¡¯ll make you a cup of tea. This is the only thing I have here to entertain guests.¡± ¡°Thank¡­ you,¡± said Lightning, as she slouched toward the table and sat down. On the dashboard lay a Neverwinter identification card. ¡°I¡¯m Broocher, or you can call me my nickname, Mr. Howler. The lads on the train all call me by that name.¡± The old man placed a cup of hot tea on the table and asked, ¡°Did you attend the memorial?¡± Lightning nodded and then shook her head. ¡°I just stopped by and watched for a few minutes¡­¡± ¡°That means you didn¡¯t lose any of your friends, which is good.¡± Lightning clutched the cup and asked, ¡°Your son¡­¡± ¡°Oh, that was Robert, my third son. He died when they tried to seize the artillery,¡± Broocher said placidly. ¡°The commander says he was very brave.¡± ¡°He was,¡± Lightning muttered. She had heard everything about the battle from Sylvie. It took a great deal of courage to charge at the spearing demons with no firearms or the support of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. ¡°My third son used to be the timidest among my four sons. When he was a miner, he never stood up for himself no matter how harsh his foreman treated him. He would only complain about him to me in tears,¡± Broocher said with a sigh. ¡°You must be wondering why I don¡¯t look very sad, aren¡¯t you?¡± At a loss for words, the little girl stammered, ¡°No, I¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s OK,¡± the old man consoled her. ¡°I know this will come one day¡­ but my three sons told me one thing once.¡± ¡°What¡­ did they say?¡± ¡°They said they wanted to defend Neverwinter and everything in their native town that they earned through their hard work.¡± The old man sipped the tea and continued, ¡°To be completely honest, I didn¡¯t understand at first and asked them why it had to be them instead of others.¡± Lightning was asking the same question within herself. Broocher seemed to know what she was thinking. He answered, ¡°They said that others had made their sacrifices.¡± ¡°Many people were killed during the battle against the demonic beasts when they were just members of the Militia. People died all the time when they fought against Duke Ryan and the church. If everybody relied on others, we would have been still working at the mine, living like animals,¡± the old man said. ¡°There¡¯s no battle without blood spilled. Everybody has his own turn. If nobody wanted to come forward, we would have been at the mercy of our enemy ¡ª that was what they told me.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure if my three sons are right, but I¡¯m sure that this is their own choice.¡± He took a deep breath and went on, ¡°They were adults, and they knew what they were doing. That¡¯s enough for me. Compared to my eldest son who died of a chill, my third son would be remembered by the army forever. What do I have to be sad for?¡± Lightning remembered what the conductor had said the other night. ¡°They used to be as frail and weak as mice. However, after they joined the army, they changed a great deal. That¡¯s where my confidence in the First Army comes from. An army with people like that would not be so easily defeated.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s the reason¡­¡± Lightning thought. ¡°By the way, I should thank you.¡± ¡°Thank¡­ me?¡± Lightning echoed in confusion. ¡°Yes,¡± said the old man smilingly. ¡°Without your prompt notification, we would have suffered a greater loss. You protected the First Army and the other son of mine in another way. I was wondering when I could meet you again and thought I probably would never see you in the future, but you appeared right behind me. It¡¯s nice to express my gratitude in person.¡± After the tea, Lightning waved goodbye to Broocher. As she flew out of the train, through the window she saw the old man return to the dashboard, grab that identification card and bury his face in his hands. ¡­ Maggie was hovering in midair when Lightning returned to the residential area. She pulled Lightning into a rib-cracking hug as soon as she saw her and said accusingly, ¡°Where have you been, coo? Why did you come back so late, coo? Did you forget what day it is today, coo?¡± ¡°Um, what day is it?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the day Lorgar is discharged from the hospital!¡± Maggie exclaimed as she descended on Lightning¡¯s head. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the hospital, coo!¡± ¡°Ah¡­ alright, alright. I see. Be quiet,¡± Lightning said as she steadied the wobbly pigeon before zooming toward the center of the encampment. The Tower Station No. 1 underwent significant changes after the night attack. All the facilities, including the barracks and the hospital, had been relocated to the underground, except the platform, the yard and the watchtower. In this way, they were able to extend the defensive line to the outer ring of the encampment while at the same time monitoring the interior. Even if the demons launched a similar attack again, they would be able to minimize its impact. Lightning and Maggie soon caught sight of the wolf girl. ¡°Hey,¡± Lorgar said as she shook her ears. ¡°Long time no see.¡± ¡°It has been just a week,¡± Lightning said, relieved to see the wolf girl in high spirits again. Lightning had been very concerned about Lorgar, because based on Maggie¡¯s description, Lorgar had been barely alive when she had been sent to the hospital. ¡°I feel time go so slow, probably because I¡¯ve been sleeping all day,¡± Lorgar said while stretching her body. ¡°Nana insists that I should stay at the hospital for a week. If I stayed here for another week, I probably wouldn¡¯t need her treatment.¡± According to the Taquila witches, witches generally had a higher tolerance to the side effect of sleeping ferns than ordinary people. As such, to save Nana¡¯s magic power, they usually put themselves to sleep when receiving Nana¡¯s treatment. ¡°You really have monstrous self-repair ability, just like Lady Ashes, coo!¡± Maggie remarked while flapping her wings. ¡°Um¡­ After I talked to Miss Andrea, I feel this is nothing to brag about,¡± Lorgar mumbled in a hushed voice. ¡°Coo?¡± ¡°No, nothing,¡± The wolf girl muttered as she walked up to Lightning and suddenly picked her up under her arms. ¡°Oi, Oi¡­ what are you doing? Put me down,¡± Abashed, Lightning yelled. ¡°Somebody¡¯s watching us!¡± ¡°Sylvie told me everything, everything you did.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°See? You can do it as long as you try hard,¡± Lorgar said as she pressed Lightning into her bosom. ¡°This is the captain we love.¡± Lightning stopped struggling, feeling warmth wash over her body. After a moment of silence, she murmured, ¡°But I¡¯m still a coward.¡± ¡°You admitting this to me indicates you¡¯ve already made progress.¡± Lorgar put down Lightning and said, ¡°You aren¡¯t going to leave us again, are you?¡± Lightning¡¯s eyes darted from the wolf girl to Maggie, then nodded gently and said, ¡°No.¡± The moment she made her promise, she felt a heavy burden press onto her shoulders. However, she did not feel intimidated. Instead, she somehow felt a sense of security. ¡°Coo?¡± Maggie asked in bewilderment, her head lopsided. ¡°What are you talking about, coo?¡± ¡°We¡¯re discussing the upcoming celebration,¡± Lorgar said as she straightened up. ¡°Since we¡¯re all safe and sound, shouldn¡¯t we have a drink?¡± ¡°Celebrate, coo!! Celebrate, coo!¡± Maggie rejoined in excitement. ¡°Hey, hang on¡­¡± Lightning said hesitantly. ¡°I have to patrol the campsite tonight.¡± ¡°That¡¯s OK. You just provide drinks and we¡¯ll drink them for you,¡± Lorgar said, her tail high up in the air. ¡°This is what a captain should offer to her team, isn¡¯t it?¡± Chapter 1099 - I Like You and Everybody Chapter 1099: I Like You and Everybody Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The following day, a message from Neverwinter stirred the entire construction team at the front. King Roland had granted family visits to all the laborers who had been working for more than three months. They would have a day off to spend this special day with their families whom they had been longing to see. Their family members would travel from Neverwinter to the terminus station located at the Misty Forest to meet them. Everyone was grateful for King Roland¡¯s kindness and compassion. The workers chanted ¡°Long live the king¡± after they heard the news and worked even harder during the remainder of the day. Snaketooth was one of them. In fact, when the foreman had told him the news, he had literally goggled at the list in disbelief for a few minutes. He gazed at the bottom of the list where the name ¡°Paper¡± lay, his head completely blank. ¡°Hey, are you OK with the arrangement or not?¡± Snaketooth still clearly remembered that the foreman had pressed him for an answer impatiently. Indeed, he had stared at the list for quite a while before signing the paper. Snaketooth grinned every time he thought of that moment. ¡°Just a heads up. If you disagree, you can put down another person¡¯s name, and the Administrative Office would make an inquiry to him or her. However, if your application is rejected, you¡¯ll lose your vacation.¡± The foreman obviously wanted him to approve the list right away to save his work, but Snaketooth knew he did not understand his feeling. Why would he want to reject it. On the very contrary, he wanted to give the official at the Administrative Office drafting this list a big kiss. ¡°I agree. I totally agree!¡± ¡°You should have said that earlier rather than gaping like an idiot,¡± the foreman grumbled scathingly while casting him a sideways glance. He went to look for the next person on the list after Snaketooth signed. Snaketooth stood rooted there, staring at the hand with which he had put his signature in a daze. He still felt that everything was like a dream, a dream he hoped that would last forever. He did not have the courage to say hello to Paper in Neverwinter because he was afraid of being rejected. Paper was now a member of the Witch Union and had become much more beautiful than the frail girl he had known. If Paper did not want to associate herself with a former Rat like him anymore, his intrusion would only disturb her peaceful life. When he saw Paper¡¯s name appear on the list, he knew the Administrative Office had confirmed that she agreed to come and visit him. Nothing could be more exciting than spending time alone with Paper. He was happy that Paper did not reject him. Snaketooth waited for the family visiting day in great anxiety and excitement. Since the train could only carry around 100 people at a time due to its limited transportation capacity, Snaketooth had to wait for a week for his turn, although Paper was on the list of the first round of the visitors. ¡°Hey man, it¡¯s your turn today?¡± ¡°Look at you! It¡¯s a girl, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t stay up too late!¡± Snaketooth went all red as his fellow workers jested. He dashed out of the room in embarrassment. He heaved a deep sigh of relief after finally boarding the train. Anyway, he would be meeting Paper in two hours. The train conductor reminded them of the rules pertaining to family visits every now and then. For example, visitors were not allowed to go beyond the guarding zone and had to leave before 8:00 PM. They also should follow the First Army¡¯s instructions in the event of an emergency. Snaketooth had learned all the rules by heart, as some returned visitors had already told him. With a long, shrill whistle, the train staggered to a stop at the terminus station at the Misty Forest. ¡°Get off the train. Line up and don¡¯t push!¡± The train staff hollered. ¡°It isn¡¯t grocery shopping. There¡¯s no need to fear that the food would be sold out.¡± The crowd erupted into a laughter. Snaketooth felt his heart thumping in his throat. He could barely contain himself. He had pictured his meeting with Paper numerous times in his head and had also rehearsed his speech over and over again. However, he was now groping for words like a dunce. When that pretty girl appeared in front of him, Snaketooth forgot all about his prepared speech. No words came out of his mouth. He simply grinned at her, feeling very stupid. ¡°You¡¯re living at Neverwinter. That¡¯s awesome!¡± The girl trotted to him and held his hands. She neither hesitated nor showed any reluctance to touch him. Everything was just like what it had been like two years ago. Her bright smile instantly eased his mind. At that moment, Snaketooth believed that he had made the right choice to come to Neverwinter. ¡­ ¡°So, you came here after the Longsong District was merged?¡± The pair of the two walked abreast along a path leading to the depth of the forest far away from the boisterous encampment so that they could have some privacy. Paper appeared to have a lot to say as if she wanted to fill in the gap between them. Snaketooth, on the other hand, answered every question Paper asked. They were now more like friends than a superior and a subordinate. ¡°The entire Rat organization has been uprooted. There were many job postings on the square, so I applied for one. If I continued to be a Rat, I would have got in trouble,¡± Snaketooth said while nodding. ¡°Tigerclaw and I decided to work in Neverwinter, as the pay is higher here. Plus¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s closer to you,¡± he left the remaining words unsaid. ¡°No wonder I didn¡¯t find you guys. I didn¡¯t know you already left there,¡± Paper remarked with a mixed feeling. ¡°You went back to¡­ the Longsong District later?¡± ¡°I asked someone to look for you,¡± the girl said slowly. ¡°After I learned that the entire Dark Corner Alley was torn down, I thought you left the Western Region.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ I see.¡± ¡°But why didn¡¯t you come to see me after you came to Neverwinter?¡± Paper questioned. ¡°Well¡­ it¡¯s a long story.¡± Snaketooth said on a cough. ¡°Tigerclaw and I had nothing at that time. We didn¡¯t have a permanent residence and we worked all day, so we kind of forgot.¡± It was such a poor excuse. Nobody could ever completely forget a person for two years. That simply meant he did not care about her. However, Snaketooth would never tell Paper that he was trying to dodge her. Fortunately, Paper did not probe into the matter. She said, ¡± Same here. I was so busy at the beginning after I moved to Neverwinter. I have to help the construction team to make cement settle faster. I have to assist Ms. Agatha, and I also have to help the chemical plant to manufacture various strange stuff,¡± Paper said as she counted things off on her fingers. ¡± His Majesty says my ability can accelerate reaction processes and increase bond energies. I wonder how he knew it. According to the book, those particles are even smaller than sesame. Can you imagine that? If an atom is as big as the Longsong Theater, its nucleus is smaller than a walnut¡­¡± Snaketooth did not understand a single word Paper was saying but he kept nodding, pretending to be interested in the topic. For a split second, he noticed Paper¡¯s change and the difference between them. He looked at her with utmost attentiveness, his eyes flitting from her glistening eyes and long eyelashes to the delicate tip of her nose and moving lips, fascinated by everything about her. Snaketooth was almost about to confess to her. ¡°By the way,¡± After talking about her own experience, Paper switched the subject, ¡°after I learned that you were in Neverwinter, I asked Ms. Scroll to look up the files and found that Sunflower and the others also came here. That¡¯s so nice. We can hang out together in the future¡­¡± Snaketooth was not paying attention to the latter half her sentence. He was too occupied by his own thought. So he confessed his love. ¡°I like you, Paper!¡± he blurted out. Immediately, he realized what he had done. His heart was beating suffocatingly in his chest. An indescribable nervousness prevailed him. For a moment, Snaketooth regretted being so impulsive. However, to his surprise, Paper replied to him at once. She answered brightly with a smile, ¡°I like you too, and also everybody.¡± Chapter 1100 - Afternoon Tea in the Forest Chapter 1100: Afternoon Tea in the Forest Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ ¡°Did she¡­ really say that at that time?¡± Wendy burst into a laugh after Leaf recounted Paper¡¯s story. She asked, ¡°What about the young man called Snaketooth? Didn¡¯t he say anything?¡± ¡°Just laughed like a child with her together,¡± Leaf said as she shook her head. ¡°He probably used up all the courage he could muster to communicate his feelings. It wasn¡¯t an easy task after all.¡± ¡°I thought so too,¡± Wendy said, smiling even more broadly. ¡°It¡¯s so good¡­ to be young.¡± ¡°Is it OK to eavesdrop on our fellow witch though?¡± Leaf questioned as she transformed from a green shadow into her original appearance. ¡°We weren¡¯t eavesdropping. We were simply doing what His Majesty told us to,¡± Wendy protested, swelling up dignifiedly. ¡°He asked us to have an eye on both of them, so obviously we should know about their topic of discussion, shouldn¡¯t we?¡± That sounded quite reasonable. ¡°Besides, would you choose not to listen to their conversation if His Majesty didn¡¯t ask you to?¡± Wendy asked, staring at Leaf smilingly. ¡°Um¡­¡± Leaf said while clearing her throat. She curled up her lips and gave an affirmative answer, ¡°Yes, I still would.¡± Both of them broke into laughter after exchanging a look with each other. Leaf waved her hand. Soon, a giant vine rose from the ground and sent Wendy and her slowly to the treetops. Shortly afterwards, the dense branches and twigs below spread out, intertwined and converged again. A moment later, a balcony built with green leaves appeared. An endless sea of trees and a vast meadow leading to the Dragonspine Mountains suddenly came into their views. Leaf used to build similar tree cabins back in the Witch Cooperation Association to shelter the witches from pouring rain and muddy roads, but it used to take her a lot of time to create one. To save her magic power, the cabins were always the shabbiest, smallest of the kind, with the shape of a chrysalis, and they could not always accommodate everyone. But now, she could not only build a balcony effortlessly but could also conjure recliners and a coffee table. She also conjured two cups of light golden flower tea, which sparkled in the sunlight on the coffee table. ¡°Did you make it?¡± Wendy asked as she sniffed the cups. The tea smelled good. ¡°Yes. I used morning dews, honey and sugarcane to make it, with some fresh jasmine flower buds as well,¡± Leaf answered while nodding. ¡°It isn¡¯t as tasty as Chaos Drinks, but you can have as much tea as you want.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve become stronger and stronger,¡± Wendy remarked impressively. ¡°People say Anna is a true genius of our century, but I think you¡¯re just as powerful as her. Probably one day, you can control all the forests in the world and spread your mind throughout the whole continent, provided that you live long enough¡­¡± ¡°Based on my current status, I can¡¯t do that,¡± Leaf said with a wave, smiling. ¡°It would take nearly ten years for me to merge with the entire Misty Forest. By the time I¡¯m able to leave here, I¡¯m probably an old witch.¡± ¡°Nobody knows,¡± Wendy said as she sipped the tea. ¡°Agatha told me that witches and their magic power are interdependent on each other. The more powerful a witch is, the longer lifespan she¡¯ll have. The Transcendents might have still been alive if they weren¡¯t killed in the war.¡± Wendy gazed up at the sky and said, ¡°You¡¯re probably stronger than them. Perhaps, you can survive all of us.¡± Leaf fell silent. There was a hint of melancholy in her eyes, which Wendy did not notice. ¡°Also, our appearances have something to do with our magic power too.¡± Wendy paused for a second and then continued, ¡°Pasha has confirmed that the legendary Queen of Starfall City, Alice, was divinely beautiful.¡± At these words, Wendy turned around and rested her eyes on Leaf. ¡°Right¡­ you do look a bit different now. I mean¡­ when you descended from the treetops, you looked like a goddess of forests for a moment. I¡¯m envious.¡± Leaf rolled her eyes and said, ¡°This doesn¡¯t sound like something the kind, caring Wendy I know would say.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because I didn¡¯t really think about these problems before,¡± Wendy replied with a smile. ¡°I was too focused on our survival to reflect upon other trifles, such as what our magic power can achieve, what our future would become of, and how magic power would affect our physical appearances.¡± ¡°Makes sense,¡± Leaf agreed while twitching her lips. ¡°So now you¡¯ve started to study the impact of magic power on your appearance. Let me guess¡­ do you have a crush on someone?¡± ¡°That¡¯s different. You¡¯re just a little younger than me, aren¡¯t you? Are you not worried that you¡¯ll end up being all alone like me?¡± ¡°Forget about the age. I already have a forest. What else do I need? But I have my own way to know what you want. I supply all Honey¡¯s animal messengers.¡± ¡°Unfortunately, as the superintendent of the Witch Union, I review every single article she writes.¡± Time passed by quickly as the pair teased each other over the afternoon tea. Leaf finally steered the subject to the business when the sun started to sink behind the mountain in the west. She asked, ¡°So, are you leaving soon?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Wendy got to her feet and said, ¡°I have to escort Anna back. As the ¡®Seagull¡¯ doesn¡¯t work at night, we have to take off before four o¡¯ clock.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll miss Paper and her beau¡¯s bonfire party then.¡± Unlike other family members, Paper took a flight to the front instead of traveling by train. As the departure time of the glider was fixed and they certainly could not leave Paper at the front alone either, she had to get there right on time. ¡°I don¡¯t have a choice,¡± Wendy said resignedly while spreading out her hands. ¡°We can¡¯t afford to waste too much time on the commute. It isn¡¯t safe and Neverwinter needs the glider.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let her know it¡¯s time to go,¡± Leaf said as she transformed into the spirit form again. ¡°Thank you.¡± Leaf submerged in the sea of trees and reappeared in front of Wendy a few seconds later. ¡°OK, done. She¡¯ll meet you at the airport. I think she should be bidding farewell to her friend now. Let me transport you there.¡± Wendy nodded and turned around to wait for the balcony to descend. ¡°By the way¡­¡± Leaf suddenly spoke in a quiet voice. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Ah, no,¡± Leaf said hesitantly, ¡°nothing.¡± Wendy took a breath, wheeled around and said gently, ¡°Speak out. I¡¯m here to listen.¡± ¡°I¡¯m just¡­¡± ¡°Just what?¡± ¡°Just a bit¡­¡± Leaf mumbled while clenching her fists. She suddenly, however, stood transfixed to the spot, looking over Wendy¡¯s head and locked her eyes on the northern side of the forest. Perceiving the shock and surprise on her face, Wendy also wheeled around to see what had happened. Several tendrils of dark smoke curled up from the forest and spread out like a veil. ¡°Is the forest¡­ on fire?¡± Chapter 1101 - The Controller of the Forest Chapter 1101: The Controller of the Forest Translator: Transn Editor: Transn It did not make sense that the forest would catch fire in spring and summer when the soil was fertilized and moist, and it was even more bizarre that more than one place was ablaze! ¡°Leaf?¡± Wendy asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Leaf replied, suddenly back to the present. ¡°That area is beyond my control. I can¡¯t see what¡¯s exactly happening there.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s really a fire, we must put it out as soon as possible to prevent it from spreading.¡± ¡°I¡­ I know,¡± Leaf said, with a strange look on her face. She bit her lip and then answered with a nod. ¡°Anyway, you go and look for the others. Once the emergency alarm goes off, the campsite will turn into chaos. It won¡¯t be that easy to get out of here by then.¡± There were not only workers on vacation at the terminus station but also their family members who had never fought at the front. It would thus be hard to evacuate the station and direct those people to shelters in an orderly manner. Leaf knew Wendy was also thinking the same thing. ¡°Can you¡­ handle it by yourself?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I know what to do,¡± Leaf assured her as she descended from the balcony. She cast Wendy one last backward glance and disappeared into the thick forest. In a moment, the shrill, piercing alarm cracked like a whip through the air above the Misty Forest. ¡­ ¡°OK, yes, I got it.¡± Ferlin Eltek hung up the telephone at the headquarters of the General Staff at Tower Station No. 2 and reported to Edith, ¡°Your ladyship, there has been an accident at the western front¡­¡± ¡°What did you say? The northern forest is on fire?¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region said while knitting her brows. ¡°Did Miss Leaf notice it first?¡± ¡°Yes, they¡¯ve started to evacuate the station. The First Army stationed there is now on Alert Level 2.¡± ¡°Inform the Commander-in-Chief and the other executives,¡± Edith immediately gave her instruction after a moment of reflection. ¡°Tell them that I¡¯m calling a pre-war meeting.¡± ¡°Pre-war meeting¡­¡± Ferlin echoed hesitantly. ¡°Are you saying¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Edith confirmed Ferlin¡¯s suspicion in a grave tone. ¡°I suspect this is the demons¡¯ new scheme.¡± In less than 15 minutes, all the generals of the First Army and the representatives of the Witch Union were congregated in the underground boardroom. The Pearl of the Northern Region briefly relayed the news and then said, ¡°The sentries at the forest terminus station have confirmed that the dark smoke did result from a fire, which is now spreading rapidly under the influence of the wind.¡± ¡°Just a forest fire, no demons?¡± Iron Axes asked heavily. ¡°Not that I know of,¡± Ferlin said while shaking his head. ¡°The smoke blocks our view, and nobody knows what¡¯s going on there.¡± ¡°Miss Sylvie, can you see anything?¡± ¡°The Misty Forest is too far away,¡± Sylvie answered. ¡°I have to go there personally to check out¡­¡± ¡°Damn it¡­ Such bad timing,¡± Iron Axe grumbled as he peered down at the map. ¡°Where¡¯s the queen at the moment?¡± Their original plan was that Anna and the witches would meet with the air force at the airport near the forest station and return to Neverwinter by the ¡°Seagull¡±. ¡°They should be now on their way back on the ¡°Black River I¡±. After I learned that the forest was on fire, Miss Kant instructed me to tell them to change their route over the Sigil of Listening,¡± answered Morning Light. ¡°Well done,¡± Iron Axe said, a little relieved. ¡°So only Princess Tilly and her party are there now, right?¡± After Morning Light gave an affirmative answer, Iron Axe instructed him, ¡°Tell them to take off immediately. We don¡¯t have time.¡± ¡°As you command.¡± Iron Axe surveyed the General Staff after everything regarding the retreat was settled and then said, ¡°Now, let me hear your opinions on this matter.¡± ¡­ Leaf was perched on the top of a giant cedar, watching the thick, churning smoke in the distance. Within an hour, the fire had gotten worse. The air was saturated with ashes and crumbs, and she could see red flickers peeping through the smog. For a moment, she could hear the trees sob as they were being burned. Although the area on fire was beyond her control, she could sense the tremor of the Heart of Forest. Because the Heart of Forest was a part of her. Leaf did not tell Wendy that she was afraid. After merging with the forest for over a year, Leaf had gradually understood the nature of her ability. In a way, she could become immortal when every plant encompassed by the Heart of Forest became a part of her. In other words, the bigger the area she had control over, the harder it was to wipe her off the face of the earth. It was easy to remove a patch of grass, but it would be a lot more difficult to wipe out an entire forest or meadow. It would be almost impossible to kill all vegetation on this planet. Leaf remembered His Majesty had once said that plants were the foundation of nature. They would always be the earliest and the most resilient lifeform that appeared on the earth after an utter destruction of the world. However, the problem was, the reborn Leaf would never be the same old Leaf again. To merge with the forest, she had to memorize tons of information, including underground streams, wriggly worms beneath the ground, beehives hiding in tree trunks, and twittering birds. If this information swarmed into her head all at once, she would lose her sanity, which was exactly the reason why she had to take things slow. Yet she knew that she could not take in so much information just on her own. The reason she had yet to go crazy was that the Heart of Forest screened information for her. Numerous vines and roots intertwined with each other and wove themselves into a massive organic system that integrated both her magic power and memories into the forest. This meant once the forest was destroyed, she would lose a part of her memories. Even if she did regenerate new plants, she would never be able to retrieve what had been lost. Those could be the memory of her first acquaintance with Wendy and Scroll, of her experience at the Witch Cooperation Association with Nightingale, Mystery Moon and Lily, of her initial epic meeting with Roland, or even of the mundane routine of her everyday life in Neverwinter¡­ She did not want to abandon any of her memories, not even the bad ones, such as the temerity and prejudice of Cara, and the haunting search and persecution of the church. Because this was the experience that only belonged to her. They were the evidence of her existence in this world. She was afraid of losing them. Her heart ached uncontrollably when she thought that the fire might spread to the fused Misty Forest. But she could not retreat. Because everything they had done so far was to defeat the demons and win the Battle of Divine Will. She could not abandon her companions out of selfishness, because everybody was doing their part. She would not allow herself to fail the other fellow witches. At these thoughts, Leaf took a deep breath. She looked up at the sky awash with sheets of pink and orange light, her arms outstretched. In a split second, a jet of dazzling green light erupted from her chest. ¡°Please respond to my summon!¡± At that moment, the whole forest, like an awakened giant, rose tremulously. Numberless trees bent backward and prostrated to the ground. The earth and patches of grass underneath curled up like a carpet, producing an earth-shattering roar! As the ground continued to shake violently, the whole Misty Forest split in half. The part controlled by the Heart of Forest gradually shrank, separating itself from the forest in the north and thereby creating a forest fire belt that stretched several hundred meters. Chapter 1102 - The Demons Blade (I) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Based on the current information, the General Staff concludes¡­¡± Edith broke off as she tapped the desk. ¡°The fire is very likely a diversion.¡± ¡°A diversion?¡± Iron Axe echoed thoughtfully. ¡°Are you saying that the enemy wasn¡¯t intending to sabotage our supply?¡± ¡°They wanted to but couldn¡¯t.¡± Edith pointed to the map and explained, ¡°The distance between the Taquila ruins and the north of the terminus station is over 500 miles, which is even longer than the railway on the plain. How much Red Mist do you think they would have to carry if they planned to walk to the forest, set the fire and set up an ambush? I think the Taquila witches should know that answer better than anyone else.¡± ¡°They can¡¯t have such a long expedition without a continuous supply of Red Mist or outposts,¡± Phyllis, the representative of the Taquila witches, replied. ¡°Based on my past experience, 500 is their maximum.¡± ¡°The terminus station is also a well-equipped fortress, a small stronghold, so to speak,¡± Edith continued. ¡°His Majesty foresaw this kind of situation a long time ago. If the demons set the forest aflame, Miss Leaf would create a fire belt to stop the fire from spreading to the station. This fire belt forms a perfect gun range, with a clear view. It would be almost suicidal if the demons attempt to pass the fortress against crossfire.¡± ¡°Even if they do manage to send their army to the Misty Forest, the fire would expose their tracks,¡± Morning Light put in. ¡°It would be better for them to launch an attack at midnight when they can better hide their traces in the forest uncontrolled by Ms. Leaf.¡± ¡°Fair enough¡­¡± Iron Axe said, nodding. ¡°But for Sylvie, Lightning and Maggie, none of them found signs of the demons. If they have decided to attack Tower Station No. 1 again, it would probably be too late to take actions now.¡± ¡°That¡¯s another mystery we¡¯re yet to solve. Perhaps, the demons have developed a new strategy or a new weapon we¡¯ve never seen to counter our scouts,¡± Edith said flatly. ¡°Having said that, there isn¡¯t just Tower Station No. 1. They can totally attack somewhere else as a diversion.¡± ¡°Do you mean¡­ they¡¯ll attack Tower Station No.0?¡± ¡°We¡¯re currently focused solely on the front end of the railway, so that¡¯s a possibility.¡± ¡°But Station No. 0 is very far from the front. I don¡¯t think the demons have enough forces to go that far.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Edith affirmed. ¡°I see.¡± The commander-in-chief delivered his order after a moment of contemplation. ¡°Once the queen comes back safe and sound, the ¡®Blackwater River I¡± will travel to Tower Station No. 0, whereas the ¡®Blackwater River II¡± shall patrol the area between the Station No. 0 and the forest. The other units stay put while raising the state of alert to Alert Level 1 until the alarm is disabled. Although we reckon the demons aren¡¯t likely to attack the northern forest, it would be better to extinguish the fire as soon as possible.¡± He then turned to Agatha and said, ¡°Can I entrust this task to you?¡± ¡°No problem. We¡¯ll do our best,¡± the Ice Witch replied. ¡°Very well. Keep patrolling the front and watching out for the Taquila front. Miss Sylvie¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take care of it,¡± Sylvie said with a nod. Iron Axe clapped his hands and said, ¡°Based on how fast the fire is currently spreading, it will reach the edge of the forest around nightfall. If the demons didn¡¯t know that Miss Leaf could actually block the fire, they should be launching an attack at sunset. We have an hour or so to remedy the situation. Let¡¯s do it!¡± ¡­ A chilly breeze played around Sylvie¡¯s cheek as she stood on the top of the watchtower at the campsite. A swollen red sun hung low against the western mountains, diffusing a perpetual splendor. The vast meadow below was basking in a slanting beam of sunshine, gold at the far end, red interspersed with green in the middle, which actually looked like a dusky purple color under the sky, and a deep navy, the color of night, at the near end. This was probably a scene that she could only see on the boundless Barbarian Land. It was also a final countdown to the war. The demons were approaching them at this very moment as the sun gradually sank behind the forest. The beautiful scene thus appeared to be a little bleak and desolate. Sylvie turned around and gazed upon the southwestern sky. Although she could not see the Misty Forest from here with her Eye of Magic, she still, from time to time, cast a glance in that direction. Dimly, she apprehended that something would happen there. The General Staff¡¯s decision and Iron Axe¡¯s order were at least carefully contemplated if not impeccable. The demons could not stretch too thin without a constant supply of Red Mist. If they did aim at the terminus station near the forest and Tower Station No. 0, the garrison there would have enough time before the reinforcements arrived. Beyond a doubt, the demons would still send most of their forces to the railway. However, why was she still worried so much? Sylvie shook her head, trying to put these thoughts out of her mind. She was about to take another look at the frontline when suddenly, a speck of light came into her sight. ¡°Light?¡± ¡°How come¡­¡± Eyes widened, she looked in the direction of the light ¡ª it was a cluster of bright red flames streaking toward the south. Sylvie wondered if this was her illusion. As far as she knew, the Eye of Magic could not see things so far away. Sylvie took another look, and her theory was confirmed by a black vision field. The Eye of Magic would fail to see through solid matters if the object was beyond its vision scope. As the lighting was poor, she could hardly discern the edge of the forest. All she saw was a pitch-dark blackness, against which gleamed the flashy fleck. Sylvie wondered what that thing was. Suddenly, she sensed a chill running down her spine and shuddered uncontrollably. She knew what she had been worried about now. It was something everybody had overlooked. She saw magic power! And it was enormous! The Magic Eye could not see things very far away. However, when it encountered a powerful magic source, it would sense external vibrations and thus ¡°saw¡± what it could not normally see, just as people sensed sunlight through closed eyelids. How incredible that magic power must be if she could sense it from here! The Cursing Demon. This was the name that flashed across Sylvie¡¯s mind. It was the manlike demon in Taquila, the commander of the demons. Usually, a commander of an army rarely participated in a battle himself, as his main duty was supervision. Nevertheless, this commander was also a powerful Senior Demon with an extraordinary fighting capacity. Now, the red dot was accelerating, almost as fast as Maggie in the form of a Devilbeast. Their target had been Leaf from the beginning! ¡°Run¡­ now¡­¡± Sylvie could not help yelling. ¡°Run, Leaf!¡± Chapter 1103 - The Demons Blade (II) Chapter 1103: The Demons¡¯ Blade (II) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn But Leaf could not hear her from so far away. The red dot zoomed even faster and became brighter as well. What should she do? ¡°Right, right¡­ telephone! I can call Leaf!¡± Sylvie slid down the pole into the underground boardroom and yelled at Morning Light, ¡°Call Leaf, now, and tell her to run!¡± Realizing something serious had happened, Ferlin immediately picked up the receiver without further questions. He asked, ¡°Run¡­ where?¡± ¡°Anywhere! Neverwinter, the south of the forest¡­ as far away as possible from the terminus station!¡± All the people in the boardroom rested their eyes on Sylvie. ¡°Have you found anything?¡± Edith asked. ¡°We were all wrong. The demons¡¯ real target is Leaf, Leaf only!¡± Sylvie looked toward the southwest restlessly and said, ¡°Leaf needs to concentrate to control the forest. When she does so, she turns into a physical entity, and the demons would be able to see the flow of her magic power and thus locate her! They burned the forest just to flush her out!¡± ¡°What?¡± Edith asked, her brows furrowed. ¡°Can you actually see the demons from here?¡± ¡°Yes, because they¡¯re¡­ too powerful,¡± she muttered. ¡°But Ms. Leaf is powerful too,¡± Ferlin cut in. ¡°If the forest wasn¡¯t on fire, she could have rivaled an army of Mad Demons.¡± ¡°There must be something else we haven¡¯t anticipated¡­¡± Sylvie said as she made her hand into a fist. She saw the red dot rise rapidly like a provoked serpent. ¡°Has it got through yet?¡± ¡°No¡­ nobody is picking up the phone.¡± It appeared that Leaf had been completely diverted by the fire. If they did not do anything right now, the red dot would reach the forest in one or two minutes! ¡°Call the terminus station,¡± Edith ordered. ¡°Let the First Army stationed there notify Leaf and also tell them to support her.¡± ¡°OK.¡± Ferlin thus turned to another telephone. While they were waiting in agitation, Sylvie saw the red light pass the treetops and plummet like a sinister shooting star. ¡°Is it planning to break through the defense directly from above?¡± Sylvie somehow thought of the worst scenario. It was probably ¡ª a Magic Slayer! ¡­ Leaf clapped her hands and heaved a sigh of relief. ¡°It should be fine now,¡± thought she. The trees at the edge of the campsite were now completely separated from the north. The fire would no longer pose a threat to the terminus station by any means. Nevertheless, she still felt sorrowful for the burned, smoldered trees. How many memories would she lose if the forest under her control was ablaze? How much precious, important experience would thus sink into oblivion? Leaf could not bear the prospective loss. ¡°Cheer up, Leaf!¡± she encouraged herself in silence. ¡°You need to help quench the fire later!¡± She was about to look around the campsite to see if there was anything she could help when suddenly, a whistling sound in the sky caught her attention. Leaf gazed up. It was almost nighttime. The sky was a bruised purple, and it was hard for her to discern what that thing was. ¡°Watch out! Run!¡± someone shouted behind her. Having no time to see who that was, Leaf disappeared into the trees immediately. At the same time, a shadow dived to the ground and brushed past her. The leaves and twigs around it were instantly pulverized into dust. Instead of producing a loud noise, the shadow landed quietly. Leaf felt a lurch of fear. Before she could react to the attack, the air rippled around the shadow. Her flowing magic power froze in a second. Then it cracked like a mirror! ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡ª¡± Leaf was pushed out of the tree trunk by an immense force and sped backward in a swirling color. She fell heavily on the ground and coughed out blood. Then she saw what the shadow really was. It was a tall demon with pretty sharp facial features. Other than its deep blue skin and strange clothing, it looked no different than a normal human being. However, its mere presence made Leaf¡¯s chest constrict. The air seemed to become thick and unbreathable. Leaf straightened up breathlessly. She mustered all her strength to summon the forest, but the forest was unresponsive. It was not her first time to be forced out of the Heart of Forest. ¡°Magic Slayer¡­¡± she murmured, her heart sinking to the bottom. The Magic Slayer did not sneer or howl. It simply stretched out its sharp-clawed hands and lunged at her. Leaf closed her eyes in despair. But she did not feel the anticipated pain. ¡°Clink!¡± A huge, strange-looking sword appeared and blocked the blow. Leaf could never forget the signature giant blade and the golden sun mark on the sword. ¡°Envoy Ashes.¡± ¡°I¡¯m your rival, monster!¡± Ashes yelled as she escaped the clutch of the Magic Slayer and stood magnificently before Leaf. ¡°A-Ashes?¡± Leaf exclaimed in surprise and stared at her. ¡°Didn¡¯t you return to Neverwinter with Princess Tilly? I saw you board the ¡®Seagull¡¯¡ª¡± ¡°Yeah, that was our original plan,¡± Ashes replied without giving her a backward glance. ¡°but I feel there¡¯s something out of character in this fire, so I requested to stay here, just in case something happens.¡± ¡°So it was her that warned me earlier.¡± ¡°This is the Magic Slayer you encountered the other day?¡± ¡°Yes, but you have to be careful. It¡¯s much stronger than that Senior Demon!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve noticed that,¡± Ashes said, with the giant sword in front of her. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I may not win, but I can earn us some time before reinforcements arrives.¡± The Magic Slayer swept over the encampment with a contemptuous glance and stared at the two witches coolly. ¡°Are you¡­ an Extraordinary?¡± To their great astonishment, it was speaking the human language, although its pronunciation was a bit off. This was even more incredible than the appearance of the Magic Slayer itself! During the previous Battles of Divine Will, demons and witches had never communicated with each other! ¡°Can you¡­ speak our language?¡± Leaf could not help asking. ¡°Learning is the first step of evolution. Only you guys will be surprised at our progress,¡± the Senior Demon replied as it spread out its hand. ¡°Thousands of things changed in the past hundreds of years, but you still live in the old way. Demons, Extraordinaries, even these titles remain the same. That¡¯s really¡­ pathetic.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Ashes snarled. But the demon did not respond to her. Instead, it conjured a gust of wind. Ashes took a few steps forward and flailed the giant sword in her hand. The magic cyclone dissipated under the influence of the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, but the Magic Slayer was already gone. Chapter 1104 - The Demons Blade (III) Chapter 1104: The Demons¡¯ Blade (III) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Ah ¡ª ¡± Leaf¡¯s scream suddenly came from behind. Ashes turned around and found the wind did not disappear but only weakened. It sent Leaf flying into the air. At the same time, the Magic Slayer materialized behind her. ¡°How¡­ is that possible?¡± The cyclone should be a form of magic power, and it did not make sense that the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation had failed to block it. Ashes could not afford to give it much thought. She aimed the sword at her opponent¡¯s neck. However, the demon blocked her strike with one single hand. At this point, Ashes clearly saw its arm emanate blue light. The Magic Slayer did not spare her another glance before he conjured another wisp of wind that made Leaf drift even farther. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ picking on Leaf only!¡± Ashes followed at its heels, but the Magic Slayer managed to keep her at a distance. Leaf attempted to fight back, but the Magic Slayer pinned her down with a wave. Not able to concentrate her mind and summon her power, Leaf became utterly defenseless under the firm clutch of her enemy. ¡°Is this how a Senior Demon controls its power?¡± thought Ashes, her palms starting to sweat. It not only subdued Leaf but also deflected her attack effortlessly. If she could not keep pace with the demon, the demon would probably kill Leaf in the end. Ashes had never been so strained before. ¡°Faster, just a little faster!¡± For the past two years, Ashes had been following Taquila witches¡¯ training routine and noticed a drastic change in her physique. Her magic power increased and her body was well nourished by the magic. Sometimes, she even had a feeling that her magic power was gradually taking place of her flesh and blood. Yet this was not enough. She must move faster to save Leaf. And protect the people she wanted to protect. Ashes concentrated her mind to summon her power. During the holy duel with Lorgar, she had discovered a unique combat technique, which was to direct all her power to a specific body part to strengthen and enhance it. This was also the reason why the wolf girl could transform her each limb separately. Since the Magic Slayer was not paying particular attention to Ashes, Ashes could focus her mind. As the surrounding magic power was in disarray, she could sense the flow of the magic power in her body more acutely. After the demon distanced itself from Ashes for the fourth time, Ashes was around 20 meters behind. The demon brushed away the vines conjured by Leaf and attempted to snatch her by the chest. It seemed that Leaf was doomed. However, at this very moment, Ashes mustered all her strength and kicked at a big tree! For a split second, her hand touched something. She streaked at the Magic Slayer like a bolt of lightning. Time appeared to have stopped. She could almost ¡°see¡± the crushed tree crumple underneath her kick, its twigs and branches flying in midair and slumping heavily on the grass. The Magic Slayer, for the first time, stopped and used its arms to block her strike. ¡°WHAM! BANG!¡± The Magic Slayer was thrown into the air. It flew through the air several meters and performed a double somersault before it landed on the ground. In the meantime, Ashes caught falling Leaf and blocked further attacks from the demon. ¡°Hmm¡­¡± The Magic Slayer raised its brows and, for the first time, showed some interest. ¡°Fire!¡± Just then, the reinforcement Ashes had been waiting for finally arrived. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches stationed at the terminus station jumped out of the bushes and aimed their grapeshot guns at the demon. Thunderous roars pierced the air above the forest. As bullets hailed down, the demon flitted from tree to tree like a fleeting ghost to dogde shells. In the midst of flying tree bark and crumbs, its blue light flickered. A short way farther on, there came a ruffling of footsteps. Apparently, the First Army had surrounded the forest. The demon cast Ashes one last glance and leaped off. With a surge of magic power, it soared into the sky and vanished into the darkness. ¡°Damn it,¡± the leading God¡¯s Punishment Witch spat. She crouched down in front of Ashes and asked, ¡°I¡¯m Elena. Are you OK?¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± Ashes answered while looking at half-unconscious Leaf. She wiped the blood off Leaf¡¯s face and said, ¡°But she needs treatment.¡± ¡°Rest assured,¡± Elena said. ¡°Miss Nana and Miss Nightfall are on their way.¡± ¡­ As soon as the Upgraded descended to the ground, a junior guard greeted him. ¡°Sir Ursrook, your air tank.¡± Before the guard finished, Ursrook snatched the tank from him and inhaled deeply. ¡°Awh¡ª¡ª¡± After a long silence, Ursrook handed the tank to the guard and said, ¡°Get a new one for me.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± The guard took out the old tank and implanted a new one in his spine. This was a more convenient and faster way to breathe as it did not require armor for transporation. ¡°How about your trip¡­¡± ¡°Had a little problem, but I anticipated that earlier,¡± Ursrook replied expressionlessly. ¡°That¡¯s men¡¯s territory. If I couldn¡¯t even deal with that, I would doubt about Kabradhabi¡¯s loyalty.¡± ¡°No, that wasn¡¯t your real power,¡± the guard defended his master hotly. ¡°The air tank limited your power. If you were around the Birth Tower, those low lives would have been no match for you, sir!¡± Summoning magic power would significantly reduce a Senior Demon¡¯s health points. To maintain a certain number of health points for a safe return, he had to reserve some of his power when combatting with the witches. ¡°I was just planning to bait the hook this time. Next time, I¡¯ll pick a place more favorable to us for a fair duel,¡± Ursrook looked in the direction of the southern forest and mumbled, ¡°A place for their perpetual rest¡­¡± ¡°If only the Sky Lord could give you more support,¡± the guard complained indignantly. ¡°In that case, you don¡¯t have to risk yourself, and the Birth Tower in Taquila¡­¡± ¡°Risk myself?¡± Ursrook interjected, ¡°I actually feel it quite interesting. I prefer to go check myself rather than simply relying on others¡¯ reports.¡± He dug a deformed steel bead out of his armor and studied it attentively. ¡°The awakened females haven¡¯t improved a bit, but the males, who used to have no magic power, are now somewhat different. It turns out that human beings aren¡¯t completely useless¡­ If only I could get to know more about them.¡± The guard did not reply but looked apparently disapproving. Ursrook put the steel bead in his inner pocket airily and continued, ¡°As for the lord¡­ I believe he must have done his best. It¡¯s just that the king has his own problems and considerations. We don¡¯t need to be too frustrated about it. After all, our ultimate goal is to reach a higher realm, and that¡¯s the reason we fight, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ you¡¯re right,¡± the guard muttered while bowing his head. ¡°Let¡¯s retreat, and take the ¡®tombstone¡¯. It¡¯s a long journey to Taquila,¡± Ursrook instructed as he slowly rose into the air and turned in the direction of the ruins. ¡°Now, we¡¯ve set the hook. We¡¯re just going to wait for the fish.¡± ¡°Until it¡¯s time to haul in our net.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll surely meet again one day.¡± Chapter 1105 - Leafs Heart Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Two days later. In Neverwinter, Graycastle. ¡°That was about the situation at that time¡­¡± Ashes shared the details of her encounter with the demon. ¡°After the fire was extinguished, Lightning found the enemy¡¯s traces around 100 kilometers away in the north. Those traces should be left by the Spider Demons when they crossed the forest. I fancy there were just three or four of them.¡± Because of the interruption of the signals, Roland did not know that Leaf had been under attack until evening. The early next morning, he immediately instructed Tilly and Wendy to fly to the terminus station and bring her back to Neverwinter. Ashes only suffered minor injuries but Leaf had been helped off the plane. Fortunately, Nightfall had grown the Seed of Symbiosis in Leaf¡¯s body. While Leaf remained unconscious, her symbiont seemed to be fine. This meant the impact on her was more mental than physical. Roland, in the meantime, turned to a big map on his desk. He had already formed a vivid picture of the incident in his mind. The demon commander had noticed something unusual about the Misty Forest. It noticed that the railway took a turn at the forest and stretched on toward Taquila. Instead of forcing through the trench and the barbed wire at the terminus station, it had directly attacked the witch who controlled the forest. Meanwhile, a group of demons had traveled nearly 500 kilometers from the Taquila ruins to the northern forest. The Spider Demons had not only set the forest on fire but had also been supplying the Red Mist to their army. This was, therefore, in a sense, the demons¡¯ first guerrilla operation. The fire was just a diversion. The demons had probably foreseen that the forest controller would stay in the forest, watching the unfolding of the event. They did not really care about whether the First Army would put out the fire or not. Perhaps, they had come to realize that Leaf was the supply hub for the First Army. The demons were obviously under the impression that once the forest controller was killed, human beings would immediately retreat from the front. Although their speculation was not completely accurate, it did demonstrate how proficient the demons were in using magic power. They had not only figured out the form of Leaf¡¯s magic power but also made a specific plan to eliminate her. Everything was carefully calculated, from their traveling distance to the time required to retreat. Only with a profound comprehension of magic power could they successfully carry out this operation. Roland even suspected that the demons had seen something similar to Leaf¡¯s ability. It would take at least a week for the demons to backtrack, so it was not very hard to trace them down. Nevertheless, there was no point in doing so, because the Magic Slayer could fly away anytime. If with luck, they could probably kill a few Spider Demons or some lower demons during this pursuit. If worse, they would probably suffer an even greater loss. There was no effective measure to counter the demons in this case due to the secrecy of their operation. Although most of the witches were under the protection of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, the situation did not apply to the witches who moved around like Leaf, Maggie and Lightning. Fortunately, very few Senior Demons were as powerful as the Magic Slayer, so Leaf, Maggie and Lightning would notice any change in magic power if a regular Senior Demon was about to attack. In that case, they simply needed to retreat immediately to avoid a direct confrontation. Another thing that concerned Roland was the conversation between the Magic Slayer and Ashes. He did not anticipate that the demons could speak the human language. Being a Senior Demon, Kabradhabi did not have the ability to directly communicate with human beings. Camilla had to channel it to build effective communication. ¡°Learning is the first step of evolution.¡± ¡°Thousands of things have changed in the past hundreds of years, but you still live in the old way.¡± ¡°It¡¯s rumored that long before the beginning of the first Battle of Divine Will, a man taught the demons his knowledge.¡± Ashes¡¯ and Pasha¡¯s words reverberated in Roland¡¯s mind. For some reason, Roland had the impression that the Magic Slayer took pride in the past hundreds of years, as though he had witnessed those numerous changes himself. Could he be a demon who had lived back in the Union Age? That was why he had learned the human language? But this was too unbelievable! While Roland was absorbed in his thoughts, Wendy¡¯s voice came from outside the office. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± she said as she pushed the door open, ¡°Leaf just woke up.¡± ¡°I¡¯m coming,¡± Roland replied as he stood up abruptly and turned to Ashes. ¡°Do you want to come along?¡± The Extraordinary nodded. ¡°By the way,¡± He stopped when he had almost reached the door, ¡°I forgot to ¡®thank you¡¯.¡± Although Ashes seemed uninjured, it did not mean she was totally fine. Roland did notice several shallow cuts on her face and knuckles. The wind that had blown Leaf away was definitely not a gentle breeze. Normally, Extraordinaries could heal themselves within one day, but apparently, these cuts were not easy to heal. In other words, the injury could have been fatal had she made a single mistake during the fight. The battle was obviously not as simple as Ashes had described. Ashes remained expressionless. She simply gave Roland a downcast glance with her golden eyes and said, ¡°Take care of Tilly.¡± ¡°Naturally¡­¡± Roland said, pursing his lips. He knew Ashes had just done what a reasonable person would normally do in that situation. He was surprised that a blunt person like Ashes would one day also become quite sensitive. Roland returned her a smile and said, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡­ By the time they arrived at Leaf¡¯s bedroom, the room was packed with visitors. Almost all the witches who had joined the Witch Union at the same time as Leaf, including Anna, Nightingale, Tilly, Scroll, Mystery Moon, etc., were there. The group instantly parted to let Roland through. Over the heads of the group of the witches, he saw Leaf sitting up in her bed. She looked wan, her bright green hair disheveled, but she did not look particularly distraught. Her eyes were still bright and sparkly. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Leaf spoke in a low voice, ¡°Sorry to have you come down here.¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re OK¡­¡± Roland said in relief, realizing that her coma was mainly due to fatigue. Nonetheless, deep down inside, Roland knew Leaf sustained more serious injuries than what could be seen. She was hexed with the same ¡°curse¡± put on Lightning. Her connection with the Heart of Forest had been forcibly interrupted, and she had barely survived the attack. Roland said, ¡°Ashes told me everything. Take a good rest and leave the forest to us. As for your injuries, we¡¯ll manage¡­¡± Leaf shook her head and replied, ¡°No, Your Majesty, please let me return to the front.¡± ¡°Leaf!¡± Nightingale exclaimed. ¡°I know everybody is concerned about me, but staying in bed won¡¯t be of much help, will it?¡± Leaf pronounced each syllable clearly and slowly. ¡°The curse would not disappear anyway, no matter whether I¡¯m in the Misty Forest or Neverwinter. So, there¡¯s no reason for me to stay here.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Wendy protested in a hushed voice. ¡°If I return to the forest, I can keep the communication between the front and Neverwinter going. The testing field would be also able to continue its operation. I can also help with the delivery of supplies to the front. Although not much, I can at least do something to help defeat the demons. You all know which one is a better choice, right?¡± Leaf broke off, a little breathless, before forcing a smile. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Next time when I see something unusual, I¡¯ll run as fast as I can.¡± Nobody spoke for a short moment. Roland took a deep breath. He had foreseen this would happen. If Leaf could be that easily persuaded, she would not have been able to successfully bring her fellow witches from the Impassable Mountain Range to the Border Town barefoot. Like the forest, she was gentle on the outside but tough on the inside. ¡°I see,¡± Roland spoke at long last. ¡°But you have to promise me that nobody will act alone under any circumstances before the Magic Slayer with the evil cursing power is killed.¡± With these words, he turned to Ashes and asked, ¡°Can you take care of her for the time being?¡± Ashes exchanged a look with Tilly and then replied curtly, ¡°Sure, leave her to me.¡± Chapter 1106 - A Universal Strategy Chapter 1106: A Universal Strategy Translator: Transn Editor: Transn After returning to the residential area of the Sleeping Spell, Ashes heard Tilly cough behind her when she attempted to shut the door. ¡°Ahem, do you understand what Roland meant by ¡®taking care of her¡¯?¡± A smile curling her lips, Ashes pretended she did not understand the implied meaning and asked, ¡°Don¡¯t I just need to be with Leaf and attend to her needs like people would normally do to take care of a patient? Leaf¡¯s hurt, so she¡¯ll need a lot of help¡­¡± ¡°Oi!¡± Ashes could not hold her face any longer. ¡°Oh, you were teasing me¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I know what I should do,¡± Ashes answered as she turned around and blinked at Tilly. ¡°His Majesty wants me to stay alert for any fluctuations of magic power so as to warn Leaf beforehand when something happens ¡ª just like how you and I met.¡± ¡°If I didn¡¯t have this ability, you probably would never have noticed me, who was so wretched and lost back then,¡± Ashes thought. ¡°I¡¯m not a demon,¡± Tilly protested a little defiantly while folding her arms. ¡°Just an example,¡± Ashes said, waving her hand airily. ¡°Because I¡¯m the only person who has fought the Magic Slayer.¡± ¡°What about after?¡± ¡°Find reinforcements of course, and repel the enemy together.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Unlike Princess Lorgar, I¡¯m not keen on duels,¡± Ashes said with a smile. ¡°As long as her magic power isn¡¯t interrupted, Leaf could cross the forest in a second, so there¡¯s no point for me to remain at my post.¡± Tilly breathed out a sigh and said, ¡°Don¡¯t forget what you just said.¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Ashes said as she walked to Tilly and looked straight into her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m going to stay with you for a very long time. Andrea is a lady who has never taken care of people. She only cares about how to fight. How can I entrust you to her?¡± ¡°O-Oi, shut up!¡± Tilly snapped, shooting Ashes a cool stare, and stormed into the room, a little irritated. When Tilly almost gained the room, she suddenly stopped and muttered, ¡°I¡¯m glad¡­ that you saved Leaf.¡± Ashes was mildly surprised. ¡°It would be such a waste if you just protect me.¡± Tilly turned around and said, ¡°Although you always say the best for me is to return to Sleeping Island, you actually do like it here, right? Now, you smile more often than you used to.¡± ¡°R-really?¡± Ashes wondered, her hands uncontrollably rubbing on her cheeks. ¡°To be honest, you rarely smiled on Sleeping Island either. You always had a long face like you were ready to leave for a battle,¡± Tilly continued. ¡°Perhaps, you haven¡¯t realized that the new witches are all afraid of you. Only a girl like Maggie who¡¯s slow at guessing what people are thinking isn¡¯t scared to befriend you. ¡°But now, you not only get along well with the Witch Union but have also got an admirer, if I¡¯m correct?¡± ¡°Are you referring to¡­ Lorgar? No, we¡¯re just friends, probably because we often train together¡­¡± ¡°Alright then,¡± Tilly interjected. ¡± Compared to the ¡®avenger¡¯ you, I prefer the current you, but¡­¡± she paused for a second and said, ¡°this doesn¡¯t mean you¡¯re allowed to pick on an individual fight rashly with the demons without thinking about the possible consequences. Do you understand?¡± After a moment of silence, Ashes replied, ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Very good.¡± Tilly nodded in satisfaction and said, ¡°Perhaps in the near future, I¡¯ll fight with you on the battlefield together.¡± ¡°Oh, any progress on the plan of the Aerial Knight?¡± ¡°Roland says he¡¯s trying to use a brand new engine on the glider. If successful, he might be able to create a new type of plane that doesn¡¯t require Wendy¡¯s ability,¡± Tilly said in excitement. ¡°However, he has to first create a plane tailored to my need. It¡¯s probably going to fly even faster and higher than the Devilbeasts!¡± ¡°His Majesty would never allow you to partake in the war in person. Plus¡­ he already made a promise to me,¡± Ashes smiled, leaving her words unsaid. ¡°I¡¯ll watch you test it out.¡± ¡°Sounds good. I¡¯m going to take a shower. I¡¯m all sweaty after flying the ¡®Seagull¡¯ all day. See you later.¡± ¡°Not together?¡± ¡°Absolutely not!¡± With these words, Tilly slammed the door. Ashes sat down on the recliner in the living room, looking attentively at her palm. She still remembered the feeling when she had swung the sword at the demon. At that time, she had suddenly entered a new realm. Although it was just for a split second, the lingering memory persisted. She felt everything, including her vision, thoughts and movements, had temporarily deserted the world around her, except for her magic power. The intense magic power seared through her body, making her feel invincible. Ashes even had a feeling that her power was speaking to her invitingly, tempting her to go even further. ¡°Magic power doesn¡¯t only affect our physique but also our character. If we plan to use our magic power to achieve something, it would guide us in the desired direction.¡± ¡°So what exactly¡­ are you fighting for?¡± Ashes remembered what Phyllis, the God¡¯s Punishment Witch, had said to her the first time they had marched for the war. ¡°Why are you telling me this?¡± ¡°Because you¡¯re an Extraordinary. You were born with incredible potential. However, you have to have an achievable goal and a strong will in order to go beyond your limit.¡± ¡°As far as I know, all the Transcendents in the Union upgraded in battles, and those who couldn¡¯t successfully become Transcendents were all eventually killed by the demons. I hope you won¡¯t become one of them.¡± ¡°Did the Transcendents¡­ as well as the Three Chiefs of the Union also face the same decision at one point?¡± Ashes asked herself. She clenched her fist. At that moment, she dimly understood what she should do. ¡­ Roland returned to the office and called the headquarters of the Administrative Office. ¡°Please connect me to Barov.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Immediately, he heard Barov¡¯s voice on the other end of the line. Barov asked, ¡°How can I help you, Your Majesty?¡± ¡°When is the upcoming exam for elementary school?¡± ¡°Let me see¡­ Based on the schedule, it¡¯ll be next week, and there will be roughly 2,650 students sitting the exam.¡± The schedule seemed to fit Roland¡¯s plan. Roland thought for a while and instructed Barov, ¡°Draft a recruitment proposal for me. I need someone to help with my new project. For now, I probably need about 500 people.¡± ¡°As you command.¡± The current Neverwinter was like a giant melting pot where people from all over the country came to receive primary education before being assigned to different posts. Experienced production line workers took in new workers and taught them techniques and knowledge. As workshops gradually diminished, those personal techniques transformed into public knowledge and further became a part of the system. It was thus natural for experienced workers to train newbies. Once the newbies became experienced, they were able to take in more trainees, and the industry expanded. Neverwinter had currently created a virtuous cycle after years of development. When the population of the city reached a certain number and when resources were abundant, people would see the amazing power brought about by the rapid industrialization. After hanging up the telephone, Roland took out a stack of paper from a drawer. Ever since the night attack at Tower Station No. 1, he had been working on a ¡°universal strategy¡±. Most of the research materials were collected from the Dream World. Now what he needed to do was to localize his plan based on the situation in Neverwinter. Roland found there was one type of weapon that would suit Neverwinter¡¯s current need. ¡°Do you have a new idea again?¡± Nightingale asked as she revealed herself from the Mist. ¡°Ah, yes¡­¡± Roland quickly went over the stash, stopped at one certain page and said, ¡°Yes, that¡¯s it.¡± Chapter 1107 - Yes! RPG Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Hmm¡­ It looks like a large bamboo stick,¡± Nightingale commented as she drew closer. ¡°What¡¯s that called?¡± ¡°RPG¡¯s¡­¡± Roland broke off while curling his lips, ¡°ancestor.¡± ¡°R¡ªP¡ªG¡­¡± Nightingale repeated the mouthful word strenuously and said, ¡°Such a weird name. Is it a code name or something? In memory of the person who invented this weapon?¡± Roland shook his head in amusement and explained, ¡°It has many names and various forms in the Dream World, but this is the most popular one. It¡¯s getting so popular that a religion has formed around it, which is called the RPG Religion.¡± ¡°Like the lengendary double swords that saved and destroyed the world?¡± Nightingale asked, her voice alive with curiosity. ¡°Is it that powerful?¡± The double swords that had saved and destroyed the world was a hallow recorded in an epic poem passed down among the ancient witches. There had been an organization prior to the first Battle of Divine Will who had looked for this hallow fervently. Although it was just a distant legend, RPGs and the double swords shared some similarities. ¡°You can say that about modern RPGs, but not its ancestor,¡± Roland said. As a type of rocket launcher, modern RPGs definitely contributed a lot to the peace of the world. ¡°But you can¡¯t just skip RPGs and go directly to modern RPGs. You have to create its ancestor first and slowly work on it, right?¡± Nightingale asked, with a look of dawning comprehension in her eyes. ¡°Exactly.¡± Roland was pleased with her quick response. After staying with Roland for so many years, Nightingale could finally keep up with him. Roland complimented, ¡°You grasp the nature of the problem quite fast.¡± ¡°Of course. I do improve, don¡¯t you think so?¡± Nightingale thrust a piece of dried fish with an air of triumph and said, ¡°Sometimes you¡¯ll talk about terms like the Black Ribbon and Madames. Aren¡¯t they the evolved forms of ¡®glider¡¯ and ¡®concrete ship¡¯? I¡¯ve actually learned a lot from you over the past few years.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­¡± Roland coughed. ¡°Forget about them.¡± Roland noticed that both the battle at Northbound Slope and the night attack at Tower Station No. 1 had the same problem, that was, regular soldiers were too weak to confront the Senior Demons. According to the information collected by the Union, there were various types of Senior Demons with different abilities. Those abilities were pretty random with no specific pattern. However, it appeared all the Senior Demons could shield themselves from external harm with their magic power. Perhaps, this universal shielding ability was just a coincidence, or simply a result of the natural evolution after decades of fighting and upgrading. Demons who did not possess such a shielding ability were naturally obliterated over the course of time. Nevertheless, Roland would still need to make a plan based on the worst scenario. The demons¡¯ shielding ability was very similar to Shavi¡¯s. However, it could only protect the demons from physical injuries and it had a limit. If the demons stood right in front of a shooting unit and were shot multiple times, they would die in a few seconds. Nevertheless, the demons would never let the soldiers to shoot them unscrupulously in a real battle. Suppose the infantry of the First Army attacked a Senior Demon, the latter would immediately hide or fight back. In neither case would the First Army gain advantages. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches were designed to repel the Senior Demons, since they were not only as powerful as Extraordinaries but could also block attacks. Unfortunately, the Senior Demons appeared to have lost their superior status over the past hundred years and participated in battles more often. If that was the case, the 300 God¡¯s Punishment Witches would probably not be enough to kill all the Senior Demons. Therefore, Roland had to improve their weapons. RPG, also known as Rocket Propelled Grenade, sounded like a very promising idea, but it was impossible to create such a legendary weapon in a short period of time in Neverwinter. Even its simplest model, a rocket launcher, was quite technologically demanding, which required a power system consisting of fuels and a combustor, and Roland did not want Anna to produce and test the weapon. He thus decided to invent a grenade without a launcher instead. That was the prototype of an RPG, a recoilless grenade. The most famous model was the Panzerfaust. Although most people generally referred to these types of weapons as rocket launchers, they actually belonged to two separate categories. A rocket launcher was a weapon ejecting projectiles. It was normally equipped with a power source and could operate on its own without a barrel. For example, the well-known 107mm rocket launcher could be easily ignited by dry batteries and had a fairly decent firing rate as well. The Panzerfaust and RPG were recoilless guns that required a barrel to provide a thrusting force. If they were ignited without a barrel, they would only spin around on the ground. An RPG, particularly, relied on a rocket to increase its shooting range and accuracy. Its thrusting force would mainly be fueled by gunpowder. The Panzerfaust, on the other hand, was famous for its extremely simple structure compared to its various successors. Its barrel was a cylinder, its head made of iron shards. The gunpowder was black powder great for mass production. Nevertheless, Roland was not planning to completely copy the Panzerfaust. The biggest drawbacks of the Panfauster were its short shooting range, low accuracy rate and limited impact. These drawbacks were unacceptable in a mass warfare like this. As Roland constantly learned from history, he knew that some small adjustments must be made to improve the weapons. For instance, he had to install a gourd-shaped CD nozzle at the rear of the barrel and thus transformed the subsonic ammunition into a supersonic one. In this way, he would be able to increase the counter-recoil force and thereby the shooting range of the weapon. The barrel needed to be equipped with a handle, a scope and a wooden casing to further improve the accuracy rate and make it more user-friendly. The missile could be further stabilized with an empennage made of mild steel, which would spread open and spin with the missile when it was in the air. Roland was also thinking about shaping the front part of the missile into an inverted hollow cone to direct the energy to one point, making it highly explosive and armor-piercing. In this way, he could maximize the impact of the grenade on the Magic Barrier. These upgrades were all doable with the current technologies available in Neverwinter. Roland folded the drawing sheet and walked to the French Window. He knew the First Army would still not a stand chance at repulsing the Senior Demons when equipped with grenades, but they would at least have something to compete against them. Even though the demons were fast, high-explosive anti-tank warheads could still be fatal. Once the demons were hit, the outcome of this war might be very different. This would mean that any regular soldier would have the capability to kill a Senior Demon with just a bit of training. With such advanced weapons, the infantry unit would also be able to tackle armored demons such as the Spider Demons and the Giant Skeleton. To make this weapon, he only needed some gunpowder and a half slice of an ingot. Roland thought this was a really good deal. Chapter 1108 - More than Enough Chapter 1108: More than Enough Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ Joe sat crossed legged on the floor, staring at the seven crooked lines next to him in a daze. This was how he enumerated the number of days he had been here. For every day that had passed, he would dig a line in the ground. It had now been seven days. Joe did not want to think about whether Farrina was still alive or whether Lorenzo was still torturing her. His heart ached every time these questions came floating into his mind. Joe started to wonder if he had made the wrong choice. Sean had indeed promised him to send the message to the King of Graycastle. He also treated Joe fairly well. However, Graycastle was, after all, too far away from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. It would take at least a month for the King of Graycastle to receive the message, make a decision and send his troops to the Kingdom Wolfheart, and probably even longer if he was to discuss the matter with his ministers before taking actions. Joe was not sure whether Roland Wimbledon would take this matter as seriously as Graycastle¡¯s domestic affairs. There was also a fat chance that he would refuse to help him outright. If that was the case, all of his efforts would go in vain. Joe lowered his head and looked at his manacled ankles. He was tied to the foot of his bed by a chain almost in a man¡¯s length. ¡°Perhaps, I could use this chain¡­¡± thought Joe. ¡°Hey, are you awake?¡± The curtain of his tent was suddenly pulled back. Joe shielded his eyes against the dazzling rays of sunlight that streaked across his confinement. ¡°Ah, you¡¯re awake. Come with us then.¡± ¡°Wh-where?¡± Joe asked blankly. For a moment, he was so bemused that all his wild thoughts deserted him. ¡°To the Kingdom of Wolfheart of course. Didn¡¯t you want to save your girl?¡± Slowly, he felt more comfortable with the lighting in the room. The next moment, he realized that the man who had been talking to him was none other than Sean. Sean tossed him a key. As the message slowly sank in, Joe snatched up the key tremulously and said, ¡°Did, did the king¡­¡± ¡°His Majesty approved our rescue plan. We¡¯ve decided to transfer you to Neverwinter for a hearing,¡± Sean replied to him nonchalantly. ¡°The unit carrying out this operation has arrived at the Coral Bay. We¡¯ll be meeting them there and heading to the Archduke Island straight away.¡± ¡°They¡¯ve already arrived?¡± Joe wondered. ¡°How come they¡¯re so fast?¡± He could not believe his ears. But he had no time to waste on these trivial matters! Joe scrambled to unlock the shackles. Since he had been sitting in the same position for a considerably long time, he stumbled when he tried to straighten up. ¡°If you don¡¯t feel well¡­¡± ¡°No, please take me with you!¡± He implored exasperatedly. ¡°Then come,¡± said Sean, smiling. Joe cast a backward glance at the marks on the ground. The sunlight blazed off the crooked lines, silvering the strokes. He wondered what was waiting for him. Finally, he saw a ray of hope. Joe took a deep breath and followed the guard out of the tent. ¡­ The following day. At the Coral Bay. This was a harbor in the far east of the Kingdom of Dawn. Compared to the ports near Graycastle and the Fjords, it looked quite deserted. After the church had invaded the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter, the royal families fell and the local nobles started to fight for the thrones. As the city was still in a chaos, business activities reduced significantly in this area. Most sailing ships at the dock were from the Chambers of Commerce at the Fjords. There were very few boats from the Kingdom of Wolfheart or the Kingdom of Everwinter. One of the ships had a pretty conspicuous appearance among all the others. This particular ship was made of stone, with no sail but two giant wooden wheels on either side of the ship. Black smoke billowed from the top of it. ¡°This is the famous Graycastle stone ship,¡± thought Joe. He had heard about those ships before, but this was his first time actually seeing one. Joe and Sean boarded the ship and soon, two people greeted them. A man and a woman. Joe¡¯s eyes flitted between the two people, feeling a little surprised. For some reason, the woman looked familiar to him. ¡°Ah, Ms. Zooey and Ms. Betty,¡± Sean greeted them in a cordial tone. ¡°So His Majesty asked you to come here?¡± ¡°I was at Neverwinter at that time and have been to the Kingdom of Dawn before,¡± the woman said with a shrug. ¡°If it wasn¡¯t an order from the king, I really didn¡¯t want to come all the way here¡­ We¡¯re now having a fight against the demons at the front. I should have stayed there.¡± ¡°Also, I prefer Lady Betty to Ms. Betty,¡± the man said, grinning. ¡°Unlike Zooey, I was awakened pretty late, just over 100 years ago.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you think 100 years is old enough?¡± the woman retorted, giving him a sideways glance. ¡°It¡¯s strange in the Dream World though. Those people called me Miss. Of course¡­ I don¡¯t mind them calling me ¡®Your Majesty¡¯ either.¡± ¡°Better be Lady Betty,¡± Sean said resignedly, ¡°if that pleases your ladyship.¡± ¡°Hang on¡­ what are they talking about?¡± Joe gazed at them blankly, confused about the way they addressed each other. He wondered why the man wanted Sean to regard her as a lady. However Joe saw it, he was a man. Joe did not remotely understand why the demons were at the front either. The Bloody Moon had not appeared yet. What ¡°demons¡± were they indeed referring to? ¡°So this man is the last Priest of the church?¡± The woman called Zooey asked while studying Joe up and down. ¡°The dream of the Queen of Starfall City was finally reduced to a tool that foolish men used to win their political game. That¡¯s pathetic. Although she was our enemy, I feel sad for her.¡± ¡°So, let us finish what she started. I believe it¡¯s a sort of retribution,¡± Betty agreed, nodding. ¡°Now everybody¡¯s here. Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°Everybody¡¯s¡­ here?¡± Having no time to question them, Joe looked around in confusion. The concrete ship was definitely not large enough to accommodate an army. He did not see any other Graycastle ships either. ¡°Sir¡­¡± Joe could not contain himself anymore. He asked gingerly. Zooey replied to him, ¡°The rescue team you are referring to is here already.¡± ¡°Here?¡± As if seeing through his mind, Zooey pointed at herself, then at Betty and said, ¡°She and I are going to rescue her.¡± Horror-stricken, Joe looked at Sean and said hysterically, ¡°Sir, Lorenzo has a God¡¯s Punishment Army¡­¡± ¡°Five, no more than ten of them, right?¡± Sean interrupted him. Joe stared at Sean, dumbfounded. All of a sudden, he lost his strength to speak. ¡°Why, why do they look so relaxed? The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors are monsters much more powerful than ordinary men!¡± Was it because they knew nothing about the God¡¯s Punishment Army¡¯s power? No, Graycastle¡¯s soldiers had personally fought the God¡¯s Punishment Army at Coldwind Ridge. Like the church, they should have known how ferocious those monsters were. Although the Graycastle soldiers possessed advanced firearms, firearms would be of no use in conquering a fortified castle, because bullets would not be able to travel very far. If the soldiers ran into an unavoidable confrontation with a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, they would find it hard to repel the God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, because the latter did not feel pain. The Warriors would continue to fight until he lost his fighting capacity completely. Joe expected to see at least one or two hundred soldiers come to rescue. They should gradually infiltrate the castle and remove the hidden enemy one by one at a minimal cost. If the number of soldiers was below 100, this battle might cost them dearly. But¡­ two? ¡°How¡¯s that possible?¡± ¡°You must be wondering how this is possible, right?¡± Zooey sneered. ¡°That¡¯s because you have no idea of Lady Alice¡¯s plan. The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors you know are just a bunch of useless shells. Two of us is more than enough to take care of them.¡± Chapter 1109 - The Past Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°More than enough¡­¡± Joe should have persuaded them to abandon such a ridiculous and even amusing plan. However, words rested on the tip of his tongue when he saw the confident look on their faces. There was something even more incredible coming next. Joe expected to give full cooperation to the rescue team and share all the information he knew. The King of Graycastle had promised to save Farrina, so he must need detailed information about the Archduke Island first, and Joe would be the best person to consult with. He also anticipated that they would pry into the church¡¯s secret and the Holy Book, and he had made up his mind to divulge this information if that could save Farrina. However, after Joe entered the cabin, he realized how ignorant he was about his old enemy, Roland Wimbledon, who had fought against the church for so many years and eventually uprooted the Holy City of Hermes. He greeted neither an interrogation nor a pre-operation meeting. The person sitting at the other end of the long table was, on the contrary, the famous dramatist, Kajen Fels. ¡°Answer all the questions he asks.¡± With these words, Sean withdrew, leaving Joe staring at Kajen blankly. He had watched Kajen¡¯s performances back in the New Holy City. Although this was something nearly ten years ago, Joe remembered what Kajen looked like. ¡°What¡¯s the King of Graycastle thinking about?¡± he wondered. Instead of an army, he met a troupe. Were they really planning to save Farrina? ¡°Please take a seat, boy,¡± Kajen beckoned him to sit down and asked, ¡°Want some tea or wine?¡± ¡°Tea¡­ please.¡± A pretty young girl soon delivered him a cup of hot tea. ¡°This is my student, Miss Roentgen.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ thank you,¡± Joe said distractedly. This was all like a dream in spite of his manacled hands and feet. ¡°Why are you here?¡± ¡°Because I made a promise to His Majesty.¡± Kajen said smilingly, ¡°We should have talked in a more comfortable manner, but they insisted on keeping you chained.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine¡­¡± Joe muttered. ¡°What do you want to know?¡± ¡°Farrina¡¯s story and yours as well.¡± Joe stared at him in disbelief. ¡°Me¡­ and her?¡± ¡°Yes. I want to know when you joined the church, how you met and also how she was captured by Lorenzo,¡± Kajen replied slowly. ¡°Farrina¡­ Farrina¡­¡± The mere sound of her name made his heart quaver in pain. He tried to refrain himself from thinking of her, but their past kept floating out of his memories. Words abandoned him, and his vision blurred. Farrina had just been a common civilian when she had joined the church. At that time, she was wearing a patched, coarse and filthy robe, her hands and feet swollen and red due to exposure to crisp, cold air. She could have died had Joe not taken her in on his way to the Hermes Plateau. Joe was a member of a diminished noble family with nothing but a reputable family name, so he had decided to try his luck at the church. The Holy City would not discriminate against a person based on his background. Since he could read and write, he became a priest clerk. Farrina, on the other hand, became a warrior trainee. Joe was not happy with this arrangement. Priests and warriors were equal in the Holy City. Joe was a little irritated that a civilian girl saved by him could suddenly meet him on equal terms. In his opinion, Farrina should have been assigned to the kitchen or some servant job. What made him even more upset was that Farrina actually looked quite pretty. He began to suspect the real reason she had been chosen as a warrior. Farrina should have been his girl, and his girl only. Harboring a bitter resentment and virulent jealousy, Joe started to tamper with Farrina¡¯s work by taking advantage of his office and even humiliated her in public. However, she never dared stand up for herself, which further inflated his anger. In the next few years, the young woman gradually revealed her talent. Like a polished gemstone, she dazzled the church. Farrina was soon promoted from warrior trainee to Judgement Army reserve. Then, she officially joined the Judgement Army and later became a unit leader. Joe always saw her pace up and down on the stronghold city wall during the Months of Demons. At that time, he had just been promoted from clerk to assistant priest. His status was now much lower than Farrina¡¯s. He had, at one time, been afraid of Farrina¡¯s retaliation, but Farrina had not done anything of such sort. Gradually, he had developed a secretive, burning passion as he constantly peered at her behind the wall. Slowly, Joe came to the realization that Farrina was not as ordinary as he had thought. Then, Princess Roland of Graycastle arrived. The pope died and the God¡¯s Punishment Army was annihilated. The entire Church of Hermes fell apart overnight. Numerous believers fled the Holy City. Farrina shouldered the burden to save the rest of the Judgement Army. If she had not reached out her hand to him at the time of the riot, he might have been stamped to death by the swarm of refugees. At that moment, he had somehow grasped something. Farrina was not the most eminent figure in the church. There were still the Priest, the Chief Justice and the Senior Commander in the Holy City after the defeat at Coldwind Ridge. They simply abandoned the Holy City to her and the acting pope, Tucker Thor. Everybody knew the Holy City was doomed, but nobody wanted to take their responsibilities. Therefore, they needed someone to hold the Holy City up a little bit longer so that they would have time to escape from the city. So, this was how a woman in her 20s became the General Commander of the Judgement Army at Hermes. Ironically, she did her best to stabilize the new and old Holy Cities, but fewer and fewer church executives chose to stay. Very often, a building was emptied overnight. By the end of the Months of Demons, there were only around 500 Judgement Warriors left in the church. She was offered to Roland Wimbledon as a sacrifice. Did Farrina know nothing about it? Of course she did. She knew it when she assumed the post. But she took the job without the slightest hesitation. Simply because the church had once sheltered and trained her. Just as she had never revenged on Joe, she did not blame the church either. She was grateful for the ride Joe had given her. Joe was deeply touched when he saw Farrina walk up and down at the city wall, drenched in sweat. Her back became a tiny little spot against the white snow. The bead of sweat on the tip of her nose reflected off sunlights. Joe had never put much faith in the church. He should have left the Holy City a long time ago, but he chose to stay. Not for God. He had pledged allegiance to Farrina from the bottom of his heart. It was not an oath a believer made to the commander of the Judgement Army. It was one that a knight made to the girl he wanted to protect. He had fallen in love with her. Chapter 1110 - A Complete Version of the Gods Punishment Warriors Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Two days later. Joe was escorted out of his room and onto the deck. ¡°That¡¯s the territory of Earl Lorenzo?¡± Sean asked. A greyish white shadow sihouletted against the golden horizon in dawn light. Joe grabbed on the railing nervously and leaned foward, fearing that he would miss something important. ¡°That¡¯s right. That¡¯s the Archduke Island!¡± He finally brought the rescue team here. ¡° Farrina , please hang in there just a little bit longer!¡± ¡°There are two ports on the island, one in the east and one west,¡± Joe took a deep breath and said in a rush. ¡°Lorenzo put sentries around the dock area after he became a noble, but he did so mainly to defend against the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. He doesn¡¯t really check merchants¡¯ ships. The problem lies in the Castle District. It¡¯s heavily guarded, and nobody can sneak in without permission.¡± He had been longing to tell them the information over the past few days. Too occupied with answering various questions put by Kajen Fels, Joe had not got a chance to discuss the rescue plan in detail. None of Kajen¡¯s questions, obviously, was relevant to this operation or the church¡¯s secret. Kajen asked him in great detail about how he had humiliated Farrina and how they had later worked together to escape from the church. When words failed him, Kajen would ask his student Roentgen to play Farrina¡¯s part to refresh his memories. Sean only showed up during the dinner time. He did not seem to care about this operation at all. That was the reason Joe quickly disclosed what he knew. Whether they listened to him or not, the more information they had, the bigger chance they would have to successfully save Farrina. ¡°You don¡¯t need to worry about that. We have our own way,¡± Sean interrupted him. ¡°I want you to meet someone to let you guys get familiar with each other.¡± ¡°Who?¡± Joe asked. ¡°Our guide.¡± Sean then blew a whistle and soon, two sailors brought a middle-aged man. Joe immediately recognized him. ¡°Hagrid, you traitor ¡ª ¡± As the assistant to Bishop Lorenzo, Hagrid had been Joe¡¯s superior back in the church. Hagrid said scornfully, ¡°Like you really care about the church. If Farrina knows that you¡¯ve given yourself up to Graycastle, who will be the traitor then?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± For a moment, Joe was speechless. ¡°No need to argue here,¡± Sean said as he walked steadily toward them and stood in between. ¡°Mr. Hagrid, you know your task, right?¡± Hagrid¡¯s voice instantly dropped when he saw the king¡¯s guard. He muttered, ¡°Yes, sir. I¡¯m going to take the two soldiers into the castle.¡± ¡°This is your only chance to get things right. It¡¯s all up to you.¡± ¡°No problem, sir, but are you sure two is enough?¡± Joe was surprised that Hagrid was worried about Graycastle. Then he realized that no matter how many people Hagrid brought into the castle, it would be a solid betrayal anyway. If Graycastle failed, he would face severe punishment; so, he¡¯d better give his full support to Graycastle. ¡°Rest assured. You¡¯ll soon find out¡­¡± Sean broke off, his face splitting into a sneer as they slowly approached the Archduke Island, ¡°what a complete version of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors was.¡± ¡­ The rescue team did not leave the dock for the castle until midnight. Zooey, Betty and two soldiers from the First Army set off for the castle. The two soldiers were responsible for keeping an eye on Joe and Hagrid. Since Hagrid was the earl¡¯s henchman, nobody was suspicious. Hagrid soon dismissed the patrol team who came to question them. The guards at the entrance of the castle did not stop them either. Even though the other five men following Hagrid were all hooded, the guards did not bother raising a single question. It appeared that Lorenzo did trust Hagrid very much. The lord¡¯s castle was right across the yard. Hagrid disclosed that all the capable God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were now guarding in Earl Lorenzo¡¯s bedroom, who was apparently too frightened to sleep alone at the moment, and that there were no more than six of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors in total. Apart from that, Lorenzo had also replaced his bedroom door with a solid copper door that could not be easily broken by common people but the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. ¡°I can get Lorenzo out of his room. I¡¯ll just say that I know the secret of the treasure,¡± Hagrid said as he headed to the castle. ¡°But then he¡¯ll take his God¡¯s Punishment Warriors with him, and his sudden appearance will alarm his other guards, so I have to find a way to stop him from doing that ¡ª¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine. You just need to tell us where his bedroom is,¡± Zooey said with a shrug. ¡°Then you¡¯ll take Joe to the dungeon and get that girl out of there. You don¡¯t have to worry about us.¡± Hagrid was momentarily stunned and then said, ¡°Well¡­ OK.¡± He straightened his bow tie, climbed up a flight of steps and knocked on a side door gently. An old guard poked out his head and said, ¡°Ah, Sir Hagrid. I didn¡¯t know it was you¡­¡± ¡°Shut up. I have important matters to report to his lordship. Get out of my way!¡± ¡°Y-yes, sir¡­¡± the old man stammered and shuffled over. ¡°But what about these people¡­¡± ¡°My spies at the Cage Mountain. Why? Are you prying into his lordship¡¯s personal business?¡± ¡°No, no, sir!¡± the old man said gingerly while bowing his head. The group of people went inside, passed two walls and entered the inner castle. The guards at the hall were all armored. Noticing that someone was coming, two guards rested their hands on the hilts of their swords and approached them. ¡°Lorenzo¡¯s bedroom is on the fourth floor¡­ I can¡¯t take you up there¡­¡± Hagrid said in a hushed voice. ¡°Hey, isn¡¯t it Sir Hagrid? The earl has been talking about you lately. Are these your guests?¡± The guards saluted to him and turned to Zooey. ¡°Please wait outside the hall, unless you have the earl¡¯s permission ¡ª Hang on, ma¡¯am ¡ª ¡± Zooey pulled off her hoodie and slowly walked to the guard. Before the guard could finish, a hand had closed in around his neck. ¡°Sir Hagrid, what ¡ª ¡± No sooner had the other guard drawn out his sword than Betty¡¯s hand had reached his throat too. CRUNCH. The guard¡¯s head bent at a weird angle. Hagrid and Joe sucked in their breath. ¡°Can a normal person snap one¡¯s neck single-handed?¡± But Betty and Zooey did not just stop there. The two witches lifted the two guards off the ground and held their bodies like shields. For a moment, the rest of the guards were all goggling at them, flabbergasted. ¡°Oi, what do you think you¡¯re doing?¡± someone yelled. ¡°No¡­ something¡¯s wrong here. Look, their feet are off the ground!¡± ¡°What?¡± The guards could not see clearly in the dim light. When they realized what had happened, it was too late. Zooey and Betty lunged at the confused guards like shadows and reached for their exposed necks. It was easy to slack off during a long night vigil. Very unfortunately, their attackers happened to be the most powerful human combatants ¡ª Extraordinaries. Joe clapped his hand over his mouth. Within a few seconds, the other four guards fell to the floor, their necks all broken. ¡°They have the power and speed of the God¡¯s Punishment Army!¡± However, the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were unconscious monsters who did not have such brains! Hagrid was shocked as well. ¡°They¡¯re real God¡¯s Punishment Warriors.¡± Joe remembered Sean¡¯s words. ¡°Is this¡­ also Roland Wimbledon¡¯s work?¡± Joe wondered. Now, Joe was not sure whether the Supreme Pontiff understood the true nature of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. ¡°Now, do what we told you,¡± Zooey said as she glanced at Joe. ¡°No matter she¡¯s alive or not, you mustn¡¯t linger. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ I do.¡± Without a word, the two witches went off upstairs. The stairs were not guarded. Zooey and Betty climbed up to the fourth landing and turned around on a narrow corridor lined with doors, behind which were maids¡¯ and servants¡¯ room. At the end of the corridor was a giant dark red metal door that glinted in the guttered candlelight. ¡°So it¡¯s really a copper door,¡± Zooey commented, her brows raised. ¡°What are you going to do?¡± Betty asked while twitching her lips. ¡°If he locked it, we can¡¯t break in.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll find another way if this way is blocked, of course.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I thought.¡± Betty kicked open a door beside the lord¡¯s bedroom and strode in. ¡°Aah ¡ª ¡± There was a piercing scream. A barely-clothed maid sat bolt upright, drawing her blanket up to her neck. She gaped at them and asked, ¡°Who, who are you?¡± ¡°Too bad I¡¯m not interested in girls,¡± Betty said as she untied her robe and revealed a giant firearm on her back. ¡°If this was a pretty boy¡­¡± ¡°You are scaring her,¡± Zooey said on a sigh as she reached for her grapeshot gun. ¡°One, two¡­¡± ¡°Three!¡± The two aimed their guns at the wall and pulled the triggers. With an earsplitting roar, the inner brick wall soon collapsed under fire, spilling crumbs everywhere, leaving a crooked line of bullet holes in it. Zooey strode over to the wall and into the master bedroom. Chapter 1111 - Until Death Do Us Part Chapter 1111: Until Death Do Us Part Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In a cloud of dust, she caught sight of her target. Earl Lorenzo. It was evident that the earl had just woken up. While he was scrambling to pull on his pants, the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors at his bedside drew out their swords and lunged at the invaders. The break-in had apparently alarmed the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Although they did not have self-consciousness, they were instructed to kill anyone who entered the room by force. ¡°Betty!¡± Zooey shouted. ¡°Got it,¡± Betty answered as she followed into the room and went down to her knee. She cupped her hands and said, ¡°Come!¡± After years of training and numerous battles, they had reached a mutual understanding that transcended words. Without even looking at Betty, Zooey jumped backwards and landed precisely on Betty¡¯s hands. Betty got her just in time. Then she pushed Zooey upward, and the latter rose into the air and flew over the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors like a swallow. She grabbed the chandelier hanging down from the ceiling and swung to the bed. The spacious, luxurious master bedroom instantly became a perfect stage for Betty¡¯s personal show. Zooey raised her grapshot gun. Time seemed to stop at this moment. The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors wheeled around but were unable to catch up with her. Betty, on the other hand, made a posture of victory, her back to the bed. This was definitely a habit she had developed after visiting the Dream World. Apparently, Betty was deeply influenced by special effects in the Magic Movie and the so-called art of combat, believing a real combatant did not need to throw a backward glance at the explosion behind her. Nevertheless, she was not strictly following the rule, for she was leaning sideways while watching the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors out of the corner of her eyes, so Zooey did not bother to argue about her silly behavior. Earl Lorenzo looked up, terrified and astounded. He had never expected that the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors whom he trusted so much would be flattened in less than a minute. The chandelier fell apart, sending flickers of candlelight in the air. In the meantime, Zooey aimed her gun at Lorenzo and pulled the trigger. BOOM! Then the clock seemed to be ticking again. A cloud of blood mist erupted from the earl¡¯s chest. As dozens of bullets rained down at him, he first sank under the huge shockwaves and then bounced up. By the time he fell again, his body had turned into a pulp. Zooey immediately stepped onto the bed. Failing to support Zooey¡¯s weight, the bed collapsed magnificently. At the same time, the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors suddenly froze. ¡°Not a perfect landing, but the rest was brilliant,¡± Betty commented on a whistle. ¡°I wish there was a pair of sunglasses.¡± Zooey rolled her eyes at her resignedly and said, ¡°Let¡¯s recycle those shells first.¡± ¡°OK, OK¡­¡± Betty said, shrugging indifferently. She produced a small horn from her waist pocket and gave it a blow. It was a special song, the very memory that had transformed these soldiers into God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. The song was the activation code for these soulless shells. ¡°From now on, I¡¯m your new master.¡± Betty cleared her throat and pronounced each word slowly and clearly. The six God¡¯s Punishment Warriors all clapped their fists over their chests. ¡°But only until you arrive at Neverwinter. Once you get to the Third Border City, you¡¯ll be stored away in our warehouse. If you happen to be good-looking, you¡¯ll probably have a chance to fight again. Otherwise, you¡¯ll be disposed of. Of course, I think the chance of your revival¡­ is pretty slim,¡± Betty jested. She knew they would not respond to her. Magic Blood had destroyed these soldiers¡¯ self-consciousness. Zooey opened the copper door and saw many guards swarming toward the master bedroom from the end of the corridor. There were patterings of footsteps everywhere. Apparently, the fight had woken everybody up, and the Castle District was now in a state of alert. ¡°See those armored guys?¡± Betty said smilingly. ¡°Go finish them.¡± At these words, the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors charged at the guards like a pack of wild beasts. Before the guards realized what had happened, the Warriors had thrust their swords through the guards¡¯ chests. The whole castle was stirred. ¡­ Flanked by the soldiers from the First Army and Hagrid, Joe soon found the dungeon. When she saw Farrina dangling from the ceiling, he felt as though bludgeoned by a heavy iron hammer in the chest. His heart ached so terribly that for a second he could not breathe. The woman once being so vivaciously beautiful was now drained of life, alive but barely. Dark whip marks crisscrossed her skin, from her shoulders all the way to her legs. Most of them were on her back and chest. Pus came out of her wounds. Apparently, Lorenzo had branded her but had not given her proper treatment. Despite the torture, Farrina had not disclosed anything to Lorenzo. Joe walked up to her tremulously, each step heavy and slow. It was actually the soldiers coming with Joe that reached Farrina first. They unchained her immediately and put her down on the floor. ¡°Is this the girl you want to save? Hey, do something. Come help us!¡± ¡°Ah¡­ yes¡­¡± The words jerked Joe out of his trance, who transferred Farrina to a straw mattress next to him at once. The soldiers seemed to know what to do. They produced various bottles and jars from their knapsacks and started to give her some basic first-aid treatments. Joe did not know what these liquid solutions were used for, but they seemed to work, as Farrina¡¯s breath gradually steadied. While Joe was helping with the wounds, Farrina suddenly let out an almost inaudible groan and slowly opened her eyes. ¡°How come¡­ it¡¯s you¡­¡± she muttered. ¡°Is it a dream?¡± ¡°No, it isn¡¯t. Everything¡¯s over!¡± said Joe as he cupped her face, sobbing. ¡°Over?¡± Farrina mumbled. ¡°I see. I¡¯m dead, right? That¡¯s why I see you in the dungeon¡­¡± She slowly raised her hand and touched Joe¡¯s face with her crooked fingers. Lorenzo had not only denailed her fingers but also snapped them. Her hand was now no better than a bent piece of wood. ¡°Sorry. The church is gone¡­ I failed you¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s OK. I don¡¯t care¡­¡± Joe said, feeling hot tears trickle down his cheeks. ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault at all!¡± ¡°Are you comforting me? Strange¡­ you¡¯ve never comforted me before,¡± Farrina said weakly, her wounded lips slightly parting. ¡°Anyway, please don¡¯t go. Could you stay with me for a while?¡± Joe could not contain himself any longer. He held her tight in his arms and said, ¡°I¡¯ll be with you. Wherever you go, I¡¯ll always be with you¡­ until death do us part!¡± ¡°Thank you¡­¡± Farrina said, and then lost her consciousness. Chapter 1112 - The Truth Chapter 1112: The Truth Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Farrina had a dream. The swish of a whip, the malicious imprecation of her enemy, and the excruciating pain all started to fade away. She found herself in a plain white room with polished, reflective floor. She did not know where this room led. The only thing in her view was a lofty stone door, behind which came faintly some beautiful and eerie music. ¡°This is probably what the afterlife world looks like,¡± she thought. After she passed through that door, she would be able to rest in peace. Farrina could still not reconcile with herself to the fact that she had failed to kill the traitor and revenge the church. She also felt sorry for failing Tucker Torr, realizing that she was not capable of such an important task and certainly was not a good leader. That was all she could do. The only thing that gave her some solace was that she did not yield. Farrina had thought she would surrender when that hot red iron needle had sunk into her flesh. Thinking back, she could not believe that she had actually made it. If she had pleaded for mercy at that time, she would now be too mortified to face her companions who had sacrificed themselves for the church. However, she soon brushed these thoughts off her mind. She was dying. There was nothing she could do now. Farrina ambled to the stone door. It was rumored that there was no pain or sadness in the world behind the door. Time was frozen in God¡¯s kingdom, and everything there lived an eternal life, looking perpetually young and fresh. She should feel happy about it, but somehow she just couldn¡¯t. Why? ¡°Farrina¡­¡± Lost and confused, she suddenly heard a distant, misty voice. She remembered. That was Joe. Joe had not participated in the operation, so Lorenzo had not caught him. She was just hallucinating. Farrina instantly felt relieved even though she knew this was not real. ¡°I see,¡± she thought. She realized that she just did not want to leave for that world alone. Even though she had been abandoned and assigned to a task far beyond her capability, she still wanted to feel needed. She did not want to be alone anymore. ¡°Don¡¯t go. Could you stay with me for a while?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be with you¡­¡± the voice said inarticulately. ¡°Wherever you go, I¡¯ll always be with you¡­ until death do us part!¡± That would be¡­ enough. An illusion would do. The memories of that cold winter seemed to come back again, when a carriage had stopped before her just as she had been about to fall on the way to Hermes. Farrina stepped on the doorsteps leading to the stone door and pushed it open. ¡°Thank you.¡± Dazzling light escaped from behind the door and blinded her. ¡­ When that light dissipated, Farrina opened her eyes and saw a swirling ceiling. ¡°This is God¡¯s kingdom?¡± she wondered. It was not as fabulous as she had thought. Time did not stop either. She turned around and a familiar face swam into her view. Farrina asked hesitantly, ¡°Joe?¡± Joe was lying on his face next to her, fast asleep. After she called his names several times, Joe opened his eyes blearily. Ecstatic, he exclaimed, ¡°You, you finally woke up!¡± ¡°Woke up?¡± Farrina said while drawing her brows together. ¡°Didn¡¯t I just¡­¡± she broke off. The excruciating pain was back again. ¡°You just passed out,¡± Joe clapped his hand over her head. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Everything will be OK.¡± Farrina stiffened. It took her a while to realize that she had not died. In fact, she had just escaped from the dungeon, which meant¡­ ¡°Lorenzo is¡­¡± ¡°Dead.¡± The surprising answer cheered Farrina up. She asked, ¡°Really? How did you do that?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t kill him,¡± Joe replied while shaking his head. ¡°The King of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon, killed him.¡± Roland Wimbledon¡­ This was the last name she wanted to hear. ¡°What are you talking about? How is it possible that he would help us recover the Archduke Island?¡± With these words, Farrina looked around immediately. ¡°Hang on¡­ what¡¯s this place? Aren¡¯t we on the Archduke Island?¡± she asked. ¡°We¡¯re now on the ship heading to Neverwinter of Graycastle. You were in a coma for three days. The medicine provided by the First Army saved you,¡± Joe said softly. ¡°Take it easy. I¡¯ll fill you in later.¡± An hour later, Farrina finally knew what had happened. ¡°As for the king¡¯s trial, the guard Sean told me that as long as you¡¯ve never killed or persecuted a witch or a Graycastle citizen, you¡¯re not likely to be sentenced to death. You were a warrior of the Vanguard Battalion who fought against demonic beasts on the New Holy City, and I was an assistant priest. Neither of us met any witches. In other words, we¡¯ll all be alive!¡± said Joe. He got more and more excited as he went on, ¡°Although you sustained severe injuries, a witch called Nana in Neverwinter can heal any wounds, as long as we pay! I¡¯ll find a way to get some money. I¡¯ll do everything to cure your legs!¡± To prevent her from escaping, Lorenzo had broken Farrina¡¯s hands and legs, and also smashed her knees with a hammer. Now, Farrina could neither stand nor walk. However, this was not what Farrina cared about. ¡°Just because of me¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Just because of me, you sold yourself to the devil!¡± Farrina hollered indignantly. ¡°He destroyed the church and all our hopes! How could you do this to Pope Tucker Thor!¡± Her fierce accusation was soon replaced by a hacking cough. ¡°Farrina!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you touch me!¡± Farrina bellowed, blood starting to trickle down the corner of her mouth. ¡°The man¡­ ruined the world and the entire human race. How could you ask him for help? My life is nothing to the Battle of Divine Will. What¡¯s the point of saving me? I would rather wait for him to fall ¡ª ¡± ¡°Clap, clap, clap.¡± Someone applauded outside the room. ¡°That¡¯s so touching. I didn¡¯t expect to have a mortal¡¯s support after over 400 years. Such a pleasant surprise,¡± said a woman as she pushed open the door and entered. ¡°I support the church that did its best to protect the human race, not the underlings of the King of Graycastle ¡ª ¡± Farrina retorted fiercely despite the pain in her chest. However, she stopped dead as the woman came in. Farrina uttered an exclamation of surprise, ¡°Army Commander¡­ Enova?¡± For a split second, Farrina could not believe her eyes. The Martial Arts Hall of Fame in the New Holy City displayed the most distinguished and outstanding Judgement Army Warriors in the history, most of whom had received the highest award granted by the pope, which was the incarnation ceremony for the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. As the commander of the Premium Corp of the Judgement Army, Enova had obtained the greatest achievement a female warrior could possibly dream of. Farrina had always viewed her as her role model. But¡­ Enova was a person living over 100 years ago. ¡°Go on,¡± Zooey said as she leaned against the bed. ¡°I want to know how much you really want to support us. Don¡¯t be shy. I haven¡¯t been flattered by a mortal for a very long time.¡± Chapter 1113 - A Third Wheel Chapter 1113: A Third Wheel Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Ms. Army Commander?¡± Joe stammered. It took him a while to register the person in front of him and understand why the woman looked familiar. But¡­ how was this possible? ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t understand. You should have been killed in one of the battles during the Months of Demons¡­¡± Farrina swallowed hard. ¡°Plus, God¡¯s Punishment Warriors are all extremely pious warriors who have devoted themselves to God. They never ¡ª ¡± ¡°They never speak, as though they¡¯re mute?¡± Zooey talked over her. ¡°This has nothing to do with faith. They never talk because they¡¯ve been brainwashed, otherwise, we can¡¯t use their bodies.¡± Use their bodies? ¡°What are you talking about¡­¡± ¡°Well, I want to first ask you though, how did the church advertise the God¡¯s Punishment Army?¡± Joe replied fervently, ¡°As the warriors who have obtained God¡¯s power, the mortal enemy of the witches, and the church¡¯s greatest hope to save the world. Only faithful and fearless believers will be granted the honor of becoming a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior,¡± Joe paused for a few seconds and then said, ¡°I used to think that saving the world meant to stop the demonic beasts invading the interior from the Great Rupture; however, after I read the last will of Pope Tucker Torr, I learned about the Battle of Divine Will and the existence of demons.¡± ¡°So, the God¡¯s Punishment Army is actually a special army that fights demons,¡± Farrina supplied Joe¡¯s answer. ¡°Only the Prival Council of Hermes knew how to hold the incarnation ceremony. Now, Roland Wimbledon has ruined everything.¡± ¡°It sounds very touching, but unfortunately, none of this is true,¡± Zooey said with a contemptuous smile. ¡°What you believe is that the God¡¯s Punishment Army is merely a tool the usurper used to suppress witches. Although the original purpose of creating such an army was to save the human race, this wasn¡¯t the church¡¯s original idea, but rather, a witch¡¯s.¡± Farrina stared at Zooey incredulously. She would have refuted such a groundless allegation had the person talking to her not been the famous Enova, whom she admired. Joe took a sharp intake of breath and said, ¡°Could you¡­ tell us more about it?¡± ¡°Fine. I¡¯ll satisfy your curiosity then, mortals,¡± Zooey said with a faint smile playing around her lips. ¡­ After Zooey had told them everything, Farrina felt a pain sear through her ten fingers. Looking down, she noticed that her hands had clenched into fists as her broken fingers started to bleed profusely again. Now Farrina knew why such a historical figure would suddenly appear in her life, alive and well. The Enova standing in front of her was not the army commander of the Judgement Army she knew, but an ancient witch who has lived for over 400 years. She would have drawn her sword and fought a life-and-death battle against the witch while accusing her of profanity had she the strength to fight. Even if she could not win, she would not allow a devil to use a warrior¡¯s body in such a disrespectful fashion. However, she was too weak to get out of her bed. This was ridiculous. This was a preposterous absurdity! According to Zooey, witches had founded the church. They were neither the representation of evil nor the devil¡¯s underlings but were actually the real heroes dedicated to preserving the human race. The Queen of Starfall City had sacrificed herself for mankind. Was there anything more ironic than this? The God¡¯s Punishment Army was actually a creation of the witches whom she despised. The incarnation ceremony she had been longing to attend was merely a process to provide the witches with more shells. Witches had even, in a way, shaped the world. ¡°Argue with her. This is a lie, a fabrication!¡± A voice yelled in her head. Farrina opened her mouth but nothing came out. Zooey¡¯s story did explain many things. For example, it explained why some God¡¯s Punishment Warriors had mysteriously disappeared. Why there were bodies of females drained of blood. Why there were large monasteries in the old Holy City. And why there were Pure Witches who looked no different than ordinary witches. If everything was indeed a perfect lie as Zooey had told, the person who had fabricated all of it must have been staying in the church for decades, and know the church¡¯s largestsecret. Farrina could think of no one but the popes. Apart from that, there was another piece of solid evidence: ¡°power¡±. Since the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were designed to kill demons, then the stronger the better. From the fact that two God¡¯s Punishment Witches could easily break through the castle on Archduke Island guarded by the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, Farrina judged that a conscious man was apparently much more powerful than an unconscious killing machine. If witches could exert such incredible power in a body of a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, why had the church wanted to kill them? Why had they not made good use of them instead? The church could have definitely used Pure Witches if they were prejudiced against ordinary witches. In fact, there had not been a single God¡¯s Punishment Witch in Hermes. Farrina knew the reason. Because Pure Witches could be subdued by a God¡¯s Stone. But the church had no feasible measure to control a God¡¯s Punishment Witch as powerful as an Extraordinary. As a result, they had not considered the creation of God¡¯s Punishment Witches. If the pope in the Holy City had indeed cared about the human race, many believers would have been willing to sacrifice themselves, including witches. However, this possibility had long since passed. Apparently, the church was not as passionate about saving the world as they appeared to be. ¡°Everything the church did was a joke,¡± Farrina thought weakly in bed . ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors were meant to fight the demons but they used them to merely overpower witches.¡± This fact seemed to have also gradually dawned on Joe, who asked nervously, ¡°How many people like you are there in Neverwinter?¡± ¡°Several hundred,¡± Zooey answered, shrugging. ¡°We use the bodies donated by the church, so don¡¯t be too flustered if you see someone you know.¡± Farrina vaguely understood why Joe asked that. It was impossible for the witches to impersonate hundreds of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors at a time. Judging from the innocent look on Zooey¡¯s face, Farrina knew she was telling the truth. Zooey¡¯s answer cleared her last doubt. Farrina felt the world that she had been relying on gradually fall apart. She wanted to be needed. She used to put her faith in the church. As a church member, she was obligated to shoulder the responsibility of saving the four kingdoms and the human race. But now, everything she had once firmly believed in began to crumble like a weathered wall inside her, behind which nothing remained. She must¡­ do something. ¡°The church¡­ the church can rectify it¡­ and make things right again¡­¡± Farrina said with difficulty. ¡°How?¡± Zooey asked, shooting her a cold stare. ¡°You need¡­ bodies to create God¡¯s Punishment Witches, right? Only the church can do that. For example, me ¡ª ¡± Farrina gasped. ¡°I can offer my body.¡± ¡°Hmm,¡± Zooey said, a playful smile fluttering over her face. ¡°You don¡¯t mind losing your mind?¡± ¡°Farrina!¡± Joe exclaimed exasperatedly ¡°If that will save the human race ¡ª ¡± In this way, she would have something else to rely on and would be needed again¡­ However, her dream was shattered as Zooey said coldly to her, ¡°Very interesting, mortal, but we no longer need God¡¯s Punishment Witches anymore.¡± ¡°Wh-why?¡± ¡°Because it doesn¡¯t work,¡± Zooey said while spreading out her hands. ¡°The plan probably would have worked if this was still 400 years ago, but the demons have improved a lot too. God¡¯s Punishment Witches can¡¯t defeat them anymore. That¡¯s why all of us are now supporting the King of Graycastle.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Farrina¡¯s parched lips parted like a dumb man¡¯s. For a moment, phrases attempted to form in her mouth but in the end, she only managed to produce a few odd hissing noises. ¡°Living witches, no matter how weak they are, can still be very powerful once they¡¯ve found the right path. King Roland discovered that ordinary witches don¡¯t necessarily need magic blood or a shell to become strong. Everyone now believes that they can learn and make progress,¡± Zooey said as she rose to her feet and headed to the door. ¡°In other words, no witch would be willing to offer their blood even if you wanted to sacrifice your body, because it¡¯s not worth it.¡± Zooey stopped and smiled at Farrina at the doorway. ¡°Let me be frank with you, the church was a mistake from the beginning.¡± Farrina heard something crack deep down inside. Chapter 1114 - A Return Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°You rarely have such a serious talk with a mortal.¡± Betty, who had been waiting for her at the railing, approached Zooey as she came out of the cabin. ¡°I talk more with King Roland,¡± Zooey replied indifferently. ¡°But we all know he¡¯s not technically a real mortal,¡± Betty said in a sorrowful tone. ¡°Sean wanted you to only talk about the origin of the church and the immense power of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. But what did you end up saying? ¡®It¡¯s not worth it¡¯, and ¡®the church was a mistake from the beginning¡¯,¡± Betty broke off while clicking her tongue. ¡°That was too much information for a patient.¡± ¡°Our task is to recover the ancient treasure and rescue the captured believer. Whether she¡¯s alive or not, that¡¯s none of our business,¡± Zooey said as she stopped and narrowed her eyes at Betty. ¡°Speaking of you¡­ since when did you start to care about a mortal?¡± ¡°Shouldn¡¯t people care about each other?¡± ¡°Yeah, we should, but it doesn¡¯t sound like something you would say.¡± Zooey paused for a moment and said, ¡°Hang on¡­ you¡¯re just gloating over her misfortune, aren¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Hey, don¡¯t say it out loud,¡± Betty said while sniggering. ¡°Because I really wanted to go in there with you ¡ª ¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Zooey said on a sigh. ¡°She does look like them.¡± ¡°She¡¯s the express image of them,¡± Betty said as she walked to Zooey and leaned against the porthole. ¡°If she were born 400 years earlier, and if she were a witch, then in the last Union meeting¡­¡± ¡°She would definitely support Lady Alice rather than us,¡± Zooey supplied Betty¡¯s answer. ¡°That¡¯s what makes me upset.¡± Farrina did not resemble a particular individual, but a specific group of people. She resembled a group of survived Union witches facing an uncertain and dismal future. They had had very few choices at that time. Most of them had chosen to support the plan of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches instead of the hopeless proposal of ¡°the Chosen One¡±, even though this meant they would have to sacrifice themselves in the end. On that meeting that had determined their fate, Alice had completely flattened Natalia, winning the support of the great majority. At the end of the meeting, people on the floor had set up a chant of ¡°the human race will perpetuate. Long live the witches¡±, and their voices reverberated across the hall. In fact, even some Natalia¡¯s supporters had become hesitant in the end, uncertain whether their choice would lead them to the light at the end of the tunnel. Zooey, at that time, could not do anything for the Queen of Sunchaser but stomped her feet in agitation. Now she took her anger out on Farrina. Zooey was not repudiating any church believer per se but the disbanded Union instead. She had wanted to tell them that even the weakest witch had the potential to become strong. She had also wanted to let them know that ignorant, short-sighted mortals could also make a contribution. What she had wanted to say most badly was ¡°if only they could hang in there just a bit longer¡­¡± She wished they had not reached a parting of the ways just because of different opinions. But all her thoughts dissolved into a deep sigh. With no solid and conclusive evidence, the Three Chiefs would inevitably make the same choice if everything had started all over again. Only a person with a heart of steel was capable of helping everyone get through that dark times when the regime of the Union was tottering. ¡°If only Lady Alice, Lady Eleanor and Lady Natalie could see what we have now¡­¡± Zooey muttered as she gazed at the boundless blue ocean. ¡­ In another room on the other side of the cabin, Kajen put down his quill, shocked and dismay. ¡°Mr. Kajen¡­¡± said Roentgen, who was equally perplexed by what they had just heard. ¡°I¡¯m afraid we¡¯ve known too much.¡± To let Kajen better understand the story of Joe and Farrina, Sean had settled him and his student down in a room adjacent to the patient¡¯s cabin and made a little adjustment to the wall. He had set up a one-way transparent mirror which allowed Kajen to peer through the wall and see everything that happened in the next room. In addition to that, Sean had also installed two amplifiers that enabled Kajen to hear the contents of their conversation clearly. It was Kajen Fels¡¯ first time to pry into others¡¯ privacy. Although he understood it was not very appropriate, the temptation was just too great to resist. This was just like a reality show where actors documented unscripted real-life situations. He, on the other hand, was a viewer and also recorder of the show. Much to his consternation, he had not only heard a story about love and redemption but also learned a secret, appalling history of the church. The witch empire had established the Four Kingdoms? The church was the offspring of the Union? Those ancient witches could possess a human body? Every single piece of information would be sufficient to disquiet the public. Roentgen peeped through the door restlessly, as though fearing some guards would suddenly burst in, throw a burlap sack over her head and dump her into the ocean. The words of King Roland gradually came floating out of Kajen¡¯s memories. ¡°It¡¯s a romance in dark times.¡± ¡°You should know what ¡®based on¡¯ means.¡± Perhaps, Roland had predicted that this would happen. Anyway, he could not chicken out now. Even if he was presented the choice to back out, he would not do so. Dimly, Kajen had a feeling that this play would create a huge commotion. This play would be unprecedented and also set a milestone for the future play industry. Just at that moment, Kajen saw the two people in the next room start to talk again. He immediately picked up the amplifiers. ¡­ ¡°So¡­ that¡¯s what we¡¯ve got in the end¡­¡± Farrina stared at Joe, her eyes sliding out of focus. ¡°The church is gone¡­ Nobody needs me anymore¡­ You saved me but I can¡¯t give you anything as a return¡­ I¡¯m sorry¡­¡± Her voice, in the end, was hardly over a whisper. Joe grasped her hand, a look of melancholy on his face and blustered, ¡°I saved you not for the damn church!¡± His thundering voice shocked Farrina. ¡°I never put much faith in the church. I joined the church just to find something to do. Everyone pretended to be a pious believer because they wanted to get promoted fast. I used to be a noble, and it doesn¡¯t make sense that I would devote everything to God!¡± ¡°You ¡ª ¡± Farrina said, biting her lip, her eyes fixing on Joe again. She slowly raised her hand in a painful sort of way, in an attempt to slap in his face. Joe did not dodge but held his head even a little higher. But Farrina dropped her hand in the end. She said, ¡°You¡¯re¡­ lying, aren¡¯t you? You followed me to the Kingdom of Wolfheart after the defeat of the God¡¯s Punishment Army. How could you say that you don¡¯t have¡­ much faith in the church?¡± Joe grabbed her by the arm and said feverishly, ¡°I did so because I want to be with you! Screw the Supreme Pontiff! Screw the Battle of Divine Will!¡± ¡°Joe!¡± ¡°Let me finish!,¡± Joe talked over her. He had been waiting for this opportunity to pour his heart out for too long. He had once thought he would have never had the chance to do so. Now, he simply could not let this chance slip through his fingers again. ¡°After you were captured, I tried every possible means to come to your rescue. It had nothing to do with the future of Hermes, because I know the world wouldn¡¯t be any different without the church. All I need is you¡­ I don¡¯t want to lose you¡­ I need you!¡± CRACK. The quill in Kajen¡¯s hand snapped. ¡°You¡­ need me?¡± Farrina echoed perplexedly. ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you couldn¡¯t return me anything? Then I¡¯ll demand something from you as a return,¡± Joe said as he clutched Farrina under his arms. ¡°Be with me ¡ª you must stay with me wherever you go. No matter what our fate will be, we¡¯ll face it together. This¡­ is what I want from you as a return!¡± Chapter 1115 - An Epochal Missle Test Chapter 1115: An Epochal Missle Test Translator: Transn Editor: Transn A week later in the valley of the Impassable Mountain Range After the previous napalm missile test, the valley became Roland¡¯s new test site. Since there were more visitors from the northwest of the city coming to the Misty Forest than ever, it was now practically impossible to simply create a clearing in the suburb to conduct the test. Therefore, Roland had to pick a new test site that was closer to the North Slope laboratory and attracted less attention from the public. Considering their weapons would become increasingly powerful in the future, it was only natural to relocate the test site. This time, Roland was going to test out the anti-demon rocket-propelled grenade he had previously worked on. With the development of the industrial technology as well as abundant research, it had only taken Roland five days to complete the test ¨C the shortest so far in Neverwinter. Nevertheless, the speed test was also largely attributed to the simple structure of the grenade itself. In Roland¡¯s previous world, even the worst terrorist who barely knew anything about military weapons was able to produce a giant home-made RPG with a gas can and a hosepipe. If equipped with a pickup truck, they could transform the RPG into a self-propelled multi-gun. As the industrial system in Neverwinter steadily matured, Roland could now produce a rudimentary grenade effortlessly. ¡°So, I just need to aim the missile head at the target and then pull the trigger, right?¡± said Alethea brightly as she scooped up the launcher with her tentacle. As a former Senior Blessed Warrior, she was very interested in the new firearm, especially when this firearm was particularly designed to defend against the demons. Except, the whole situation was a little strange and creepy as far as Roland could see. What he saw now was a huge blob monster covered in tentacles holding an RPG, which was not a common weapon it normally used ¨C as depicted in horror movies. More often than not, a tentacle monster like that would attack their enemy with their fatal stare, swords and shields, a powerful sucker, and special body fluids. An RPG, in this scenario, was simply a little out of place. Roland asked the original carriers to conduct the test purely out of safety concerns. Neither the soldiers nor the God¡¯s Punishment Witches could possibly survive a close-range shot when the firearm was unintentionally discharged. Only the original carriers had the ability to transport the weapon with their tentacles to a remote, distant area and thus avoid such unfortunate accidents. ¡°Just make sure that you aren¡¯t pointing your tail at yourself or anyone,¡± Roland said as he coughed. ¡°Go ahead.¡± Alethea gave her main tentacle a quick tap of comprehension and pulled the trigger. A sudden flash erupted from the muzzle and zoomed across the field toward the target 100 meters away. The projectile gently arced in the air and hit the lower part of the target. With a deafening crash, the targetted iron case rolled over on the ground, fully intact. Compared to the earth-shattering roar of the Longsong Cannon and the furious flames that overcast the sky produced by the napalm bomb, the performance of this weapon didn¡¯t seem very satisfactory. The explosion emitted hardly any gunfire, dust, nor particles. Within a few seconds, the wind had dispersed the faintest hint of smoke produced by the bomb. The atmosphere became awkwardly silent. Only Roland didn¡¯t look too disappointed at the result. On the contrary, he said smilingly, ¡°Go retrieve it and take a look.¡± Soon, two God¡¯s Punishment Witches brought the iron case back. ¡°Well, this¡­¡± As they approached the case and examined it carefully, they found a scorched white mark at the bottom of the case, at the center of which was a small dent that was three fingers wide. ¡°Did the missile penetrate it?¡± Pasha asked curiously. ¡°It wasn¡¯t slow but not fast either. At least, it appears to be more powerful than a regular bullet. I don¡¯t think a revolver could do that.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think a Mark I type HMG could do that either,¡± Alethea remarked as she drew closer. ¡°This iron case is a replica of the stone pillar thrown by the Spider Demons. It¡¯s plastered with steel plates as thick as a man¡¯s finger, so it isn¡¯t easy to penetrate. Right, we put a tester in it earlier. Open it and see what it looks like now.¡± When Alethea stretched out two of her tentacles and opened the heavy lid of the case, everybody gasped in surprise. The several chickens Roland had hung with an iron wire from the ceiling of the case to simulate the demons in the stone pillars were now nothing but a pulp, topped with a few burned, blackened chicken feathers. ¡°It seems to be working,¡± Roland said while nodding in satisfaction. He was more surprised at the fact that Alethea had hit the case with one single shot than the burned chickens, for he had thought it would take at least five or six shots for a successful attempt. Roland had foreseen that the explosion would not produce dazzling flames or earsplitting noises, because, essentially, the missile did not release considerable energy. The direct result of low reaction energy was the low velocity of the projectile. When the amount of gunpowder remained constant then the larger the missile head was, the greater the air resistance would be; the heavier the missile head was, the slower it would travel through the air. To enhance the firing accuracy, Roland abandoned the idea of using a huge caliber weapon but confined the caliber of the grenade to 40 millimeters, which was the same as that of the barrel. The front part of the missile was shaped as a cone in order to reduce air resistance. Based on the firing result, the missile seemed to be quite steady when it streaked across the sky. Although it was much smaller than a Panfauster, it was large enough to pierce armor plates of ten millimeters thick. Currently, the missile was almost as powerful as the stone pillar projected by the demons. ¡°Do you think this weapon could defeat the Senior Demons?¡± Roland asked as he turned to Pasha and the other witches. ¡°Well¡­ ¡± Alethea spoke first. ¡°It¡¯s hard to say. There are strong and weak Senior Demons, just as we have Extraordinaries and Transcendents. If our enemy is swift and fast or happens to be a Magic Slayer, then¡­ to be honest, the chance of hitting it in its face is very slim. They can easily dodge the grenade while the grenade is traveling in the air. However ¡ª ¡± She broke off and continued with an abrupt rise in her voice, ¡°This is definitely an epochal weapon, Your Majesty, because it closes the gap between demons and common people. It offers us an opportunity to outnumber our enemy. I can¡¯t praise this novel invention enough!¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Pasha rejoined smilingly. ¡°It was impossible for a mortal to wound a Senior Demon in the past. If we had such a weapon in the Taquila age, Lady Natalia would be thrilled.¡± ¡°And I just discovered another way to significantly improve the accuracy rate,¡± Alethea said while swaying her main tentacle. ¡°Yes?¡± Roland said as he looked at her. ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°To equip each individual God¡¯s Punishment Witch with this weapon,¡± Alethea answered in exhilaration. ¡°Only the Extraordinaries can rival the Senior Demons. If the enemy is shot in the face, then there¡¯s no way it can survive the shot, no matter how strong it is!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s an individual weapon, and certainly everybody will have one,¡± Roland promised with a smile. ¡°So will the God¡¯s Punishment Witches.¡± The next step would be further increasing the power of the missile while maintaining its current traveling speed and overhead cost. Meanwhile, Roland had to also create a new weapon that had a large caliber to target the Spider Demons that moved much slower than the Senior Demons. Considering they would eventually invade the demons¡¯ city and the Spider Demons would very likely lurk around alleys and streets, Roland felt it necessary to develop a new type of bomb as early as possible. While Roland was deep in thought, his guard suddenly came to deliver him a message. ¡°Your Majesty, Sir Sean and his rescue team have returned from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. They¡¯ve just reached the dock by the inner river.¡± Chapter 1116 - An Underground Laboratory Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ In the lord¡¯s office in the castle. It took Sean two hours to recount his story. Generally speaking, the plan had been successfully executed. Zooey and Betty had not only retrieved the ancient Magic Cube but also manipulated the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors into looting the entire treasury of the Archduke Island. All the treasures, including jewels and gemstones, had been dumped into a vacant cabin. Henceforth, all the remnants the Church of Hermes were uprooted. Nobody on the Archduke Island would ever have any engagement with the church. On the other hand, Kajen Fels took his leave right after the ship disembarked and returned to his hotel with his student. It was obvious that he could not wait to work on his new play. Both Farrina and Joe were detained, awaiting for their trial which would be presided by the Graycastle Security Bureau. ¡°I¡¯ll leave them to you,¡± Roland looked away and said quietly to Nightingale. Nightingale gave him a pinch of comprehension on the shoulder. ¡°So, is the legendary treasure¡­ the Magic Ceremony Cube in this lead box?¡± Roland asked as he cast a look at the gray box next to Sean. Based on the traitor, Hagrid¡¯s description, the Cube was of the size of a palm and made out of a polished stone. In consideration of the lethal property of radioactive material, Roland had asked the rescue team to take full protective measures before they had set off for the journey. ¡°Yes, I kept it in my custody during the whole trip as you had instructed. Other than Miss Zooey and Miss Betty, nobody has touched it,¡± Sean replied. ¡°However, I found an unusual sign before putting it in this lead box.¡± ¡°What sign?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, do you remember in my encrypted letter, I talked about the reason Lorenzo had decided to send Hagrid to the Cage Mountain to investigate the treasure?¡± Roland said thoughtfully, ¡°Because the treasure suddenly emanated blue light for the first time in the past 100 years?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Sean confirmed with a nod. ¡°When Miss Zooey brought back the Magic Ceremony Cube, she said one thing that caught my attention. She said ¡®the blue light seems to be changing directions all the time¡¯. So I took another look and noticed the light always pointed at me like a compass. To be honest, I was terrified at that moment and almost dropped it.¡± Roland felt a chill running down his spine as he listened to Sean¡¯s narrative. However, he still managed to keep a straight face and said nonchalantly, ¡°And did you find out the reason?¡± ¡°Maybe,¡± Sean said as he produced something from his pocket and placed it on the mahogany desk. ¡°After I calmed down, I gave it some thought and think it¡¯s not likely that an ancient artifact would respond to a common person. It must be sensing something else. After a further examination, I discovered the light wasn¡¯t pointing at me, but this coin. It was the exact enriched uranium coin Azima had used to look for uranium mines, which she had given back to Sean after her return to Neverwinter. In other words, the Magic Ceremony Cube illuminated because it sensed the coin. This sounded interesting. Roland spoke after a moment of reflection, ¡°I see. You did a good job. Off you go.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± After Sean retired from the room, Nightingale revealed herself from the Mist and studied the lead box up and down. ¡°Any luck?¡± ¡°This is a magic artifact,¡± Nightingale said positively. ¡°Although it looked like a crude rock, it contains power. I saw something similar to Magic Cyclone from the Mist, just like the Taquila Witches¡¯ magic core.¡± Roland came to realize that magic power shaped this world in a more subtle and fundamental way than he had originally thought. Unfortunately, based on the current information, he knew little about magic power except that different races viewed and used magic power differently. With insufficient analytical tools, it was hard for him to study it systematically. However, Roland could still learn about magic power from his personal experience. Before the development of the classical mechanics theory, people used to create tools based on their own observations and daily practices. Now, since he had just observed a new phenemon, he simply needed to to do more research. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the Third Border City,¡± Roland said. ¡°I wonder if Celine has set up a laboratory for me.¡± Anyway, this cursed artifact should not be brought into the castle before he confirmed it was completely harmless. ¡­ ¡°What brought you back?¡± Pasha said as she greeted Roland in the underground hall. ¡°Anything wrong with the new weapon?¡± Roland shook his head and said, ¡°I asked Celine to dig a cave earlier. Is there any update on this matter?¡± ¡°Oh, are you talking about that secret metal chamber? Everything is pretty much good to go except the elevator. She¡¯s now in the chamber. Do you want to take a look?¡± After receiving an affirmative answer from Roland, Pasha said while bending her main tentacle, ¡°Please follow me.¡± When Roland had decided to dispatch the God¡¯s Punishment Witches to the Kingdom of Wolfheart a week ago, he had also instructed Celine to build a research facility ¡ª an enclosed laboratory deep down underneath the ground. If the Magic Ceremony Cube was indeed radioactive, it would be very dangerous to conduct an experiment above the ground. Since he was still not sure whether Nana could cure injuries arising from radiation, it would be better to conduct the research underground. As Roland followed the original carrier off to the laboratroy, he told Pasha about what had happened in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. ¡°I see,¡± Pasha said with a smile. ¡°Better to leave it to Celine than someone else. She¡¯s a top researcher back in the Quest Society, and no one knows better about magic power and the repair and reconstruction of this artifact than her. After she changed her body, her skills have improved by leaps and bounds. I¡¯m not sure about others, but I can tell you that Celine is the only person who offered to merge with the carrier before Taquila showed signs of a downfall.¡± ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Nightingale commented with a disgusted look. ¡°Do you mean she prefers to be a blob with tentacles over human?¡± ¡°If that would help her explore the world,¡± Pasha replied while shaking her tentacle. ¡°She complained a lot back in the Quest Society about not having enough hands to multitask and also about getting tired easily. If she could transfer her soul back then, she would probably make that choice.¡± After they walked for about seven minutes, they reached the end of the passage where a big cave materialized in front of them. ¡°This is the entrance. It¡¯ll take us a few days to install the elevator,¡± Pasha said as she dropped down her main tentacle. ¡°Come on.¡± ¡°Um¡­ is this the only way to get down there?¡± Nightingale asked hesitantly as she stared at the numerous wriggly tentacles, a look of total distrust on her face. ¡°This is the fastest way,¡± Pasha said. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. These small tentacles are pretty flexible and durable.¡± Roland took a deep breath and clambered up the head of the original carrier. He had thought he would have to endure a really uncomfortable ride, but actually, those tentacles were as soft as a rug. After Nightingale also scrambled up the original carrier, Pasha entered the cave and hurtled toward the bottom. They dropped around 100 meters before Pasha slowly came to a stop. Then, Roland saw the gleaming metal door of the laboratory stand magnificently before him. Chapter 1117 - The Light of the Cursed Chapter 1117: The Light of the Cursed Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Although Roland designed the laboratory himself, he was still quite impressed with its real version. Thousands of Stones of Lighting illuminated the pitch-black underground space, spilling light on the surrounding rocks plastered with lead plates, which formed an enclosed area the size of a basket ball court. There was, somehow, a sort of beauty in those smooth, glinty and colorless lead plates. It was the beauty of industrialization. ¡°If we lose the Battle of Divine Will, this place will become an ancient relic as well after hundreds of years, right?¡± Roland murmured. And it would be a relic completely different from those of the underground civilization and the demons. The marks on the lead plates would then become evidence that proved that the human civilization had, at one time, been prosperous. ¡°Probably,¡± Pasha replied as she put Roland and Nightingale down gently. ¡°However, I¡¯ve never had such a strong feeling as I have now that we¡¯ll survive in the end.¡± ¡°I believe so too,¡± Roland said smilingly and stepped into the laboratory. The entire room was divided into two sections, one for operation and the other observation. A concrete wall of around half a meter thick, which was also heavily protected by lead plates, separated the two chambers. Lead oxide had been added to the glass implanted at the center of the wall created by Lucia. Due to the limitation in the current technologies, the lead glass was not as transparent and bright as modern glass. However, it was sufficient for people to see through. ¡°Ah, you¡¯re here, Your Majesty,¡± Celine said as she poked her main tentacle out of the door of the operation chamber, her giant body looming over them menacingly. However, the threatening atmosphere soon lightened as they saw bolts and rulers in the crook of her auxiliary tentacles. ¡°I heard Pasha talking when I was installing a lead plate. Did Zooey bring the ancient treasure back?¡± ¡°It¡¯s right in this box,¡± Roland answered as he placed the lead box on her main tentacle. He then entered the operation chamber and examined it carefully. ¡°What do you think? This is designed and built solely according to your instructions,¡± Celine said while raising her tentacles. ¡°But is it really necessary? If the curse is a sort of light, wouldn¡¯t a regular wall be sufficient to block it out?¡± ¡°Just in case. If my theory is correct, the light won¡¯t be detected by naked eyes and can be highly penetrative. Regular walls do block it, but they have to be several meters thick,¡± Roland replied as he turned to the two ancient witches. ¡°So, you can never judge things based on your instincts. Even though the original carriers are very resistant to various perils, before we obtain a thorough understanding of the Magic Cube, we have to follow our procedures.¡± Since radiation would break down DNA structures and thus hinder the replication process of DNAs, it would cause great damage to organs with a fast metabolism. Organs such as heart and brain were more resistant to radiation than the others. Judging from the incredibly long lifespan of the original carriers who could normally live for hundreds of years, Roland believed that they were also somewhat immune to radiation. That was also the reason why Roland had asked Celine to conduct the test. Celine broke into a laugh and said, ¡°You remind me of the president of the Quest Society. Don¡¯t worry. One of the principles of the Quest Society is to follow rules. I¡¯ll be cautious.¡± Roland returned a nod, ¡°So let¡¯s begin.¡± Celine thus shut herself in the operation chamber. The first step according to the operation manual was to keep all the doors of the laboratory closed during the experiment. Everybody should recede to the observation room except the operator. Through the lead glass, Roland saw Celine open the box and take out of the Magic Cube. Like Sean had said, a jet of pale blue light escaped from the crack of the stone and pointed at the coin on the work station. ¡°Interesting,¡± Celine mumbled while studying it attentatively. ¡°This isn¡¯t activated, right?¡± Since the wall blocked the transmission of sounds, Roland replied with his mind, ¡°According to Sean, the Earl of the Archduke Island touched it after it emanated the blue light, so I think it functions as an indicator.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Celine said while snatching up the Magic Cube and wrapping it with her tentacles. ¡°What¡¯s she doing?¡± Nightingale asked. ¡°Feeling,¡± explained Pasha. ¡°Our tentacles are much more sensitive than men¡¯s fingers. They can touch, smell, and remember every single dent and bump on the surface of an object. A genius like Celine can even form a picture of the outline and details of the object by touching it. Unfortunately, this part of the information is conveyed via the carrier¡¯s mind only. Human brains can¡¯t process it.¡± ¡°Can you see what she has sensed?¡± Roland asked in surprise. ¡°If she¡¯s willing to share, ¡± Pasha said as she stretched out one of her tentacles and tapped the glass. ¡°Now I see the Magic Cube right in front of me.¡± This was such a convenient ability. Like a psychological network, it not only enabled the original carriers to share their thoughts but also 3D visions. ¡°The length and the width of the Magic Ceremony Cube are almost the same. They are both 15 centimeters. The cube is hollow, and there are cracks. I can tell that it isn¡¯t a whole piece,¡± Celine suddenly spoke. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°The Cube seems to consist of several stones. Hold on¡­ I probably have just found the key to opening it.¡± At these words, all the tentacles relinquished their grip on the Cube, and Roland saw a small opening at the back of the Cube, as though this was the entrance to a treasury well hidden for years. ¡°Wow, impressive,¡± Roland remarked in amazement. ¡°That was fast.¡± Over the past hundred years since the Magic Ceremony Cube had been smuggled out of the temple, none of its previous owners, despite extensive research, had discovered that this was actually not made out of a single stone. ¡°I told you Celine is the best person to consult,¡± Pasha said with a smile. ¡°She pieced together the entire magic core of the underground civilization.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I have a question,¡± Celine put in as she poked her tentacle into the opening. ¡°Why does it only respond to this coin? You say the Magic Cube has been unresponsive for years. I thought probably it had exhausted its power, just like a magic stone or a sigil. However, after I check it, I find, as you may also notice, that there¡¯s still some magic power in it. So, is it possible that what this thing lacks¡­ is the element used to create what you call ¡®the Glory of the Sun¡¯?¡± ¡°I think so too,¡± Roland replied while curling his lips. ¡°You can try to insert the coin, but it may activate the Magic Cube, so you must take some protective measures.¡± ¡°Got it,¡± said Celine as she moved to the other side of the work station behind a plate. The plate was a round lead shield with four little holes in the middle, which allowed her auxiliary tentacles to pass through. Celine put the coin into the Magic Cube, and the opening immediately closed itself. Meanwhile, the light at the top of the Cube instantly turned dark red. He was right! Roland and Nightingale exchanged a look. Both of them were excited. Celine continued to study the Cube for a while when suddenly, a flash of red light erupted from the other side of the Cube and fell straight onto the wall, adding a reddish hue to the dull, colorless laboratory. Chapter 1118 - Experiment Records Chapter 1118: Experiment Records Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Recording¡± On the 12th, Day 1 of the experiment. According to His Majesty¡¯s instructions, I conducted a dangerous experiment. I put 30 roosters on the work station, one of which was placed under the direct radiation of the red light. The roosters were subject to the radiation for five minutes. The rooster subject that took direct radiation reacted violently. It threw itself against the cage fiercely, whereas the others did not show any visible response. I smelled a whiff of burned flesh in the laboratory. After the experiment, I found that the feathers that came off the subject rooster were slightly burned. As the burn was fairly minor, I judged the cause of the feather loss to be from the struggle and not the radiation. As for the subject rooster itself, it seemed normal except for being a little crestfallen. ¡°From my point of view, a torch is even more lethal than the radiation.¡± Recorder: Celine. ¡­ The 13th, Day 2 of the experiment. Something happened. The subject rooster started to have symptoms of diarrhea and also began to wail as if it was infected by the demonic plague. The other roosters acted normal. His Majesty looked grave and sober (delete this sentence in the official report). No new experiment today. ¡­ The 14th, Day 3 of the experiment. The subject rooster died. The autopsy showed that there was fluid accumulation and internal bleeding in the rooster¡¯s body. Signs of decomposition had also been found in its hypodermis, which would normally take place one day after an animal has died. In other words, the red light killed the rooster¡¯s skin when it was still alive. Things are becoming a little interesting now. Considering what had happened in the Temple of the Cursed and Thorn Town as well as the drawings on the murals, the findings did explain some things. The cursed ones seemed to be enduring excruciating pain, although they looked fine physically, until every inch of their skins peeled off and festered. It must be awful to watch yourself die little by little and be unable to do anything to stop it. I take back my previous remark. The radiation was more lethal than a torch, and it killed in a more subtle and sinister way. However, His Majesty had his own opinion on this matter. He believed the red light had a detrimental effect on the self-renewal process of living beings. Our body was constantly growing and dying on a microscopic level to make sure these two process were balanced. The termination of cell growth would immediately result in massive acute necrosis of skins and organs. That was probably what the curse really was. I agreed with him given that no other evidence proved otherwise (please delete the following paragraph in the official report). Microscopes are fascinating. The materials collected from the Dream World also corroborated my research findings and showed that living beings were made of numerous tiny growing cells. The reason that the light could penetrate a body was that our cells are not tightly packed in our body but instead in a loose formation. I feel like I have entered a new realm. It is a pity that I can¡¯t visit the Dream World. I have learned that it would normally take nine years to complete the ¡°high school¡± curriculum and have a thorough understanding of the human body. So it will probably be a little hard for Phyllis, Elena, and the other witches to learn all the courses in such a short period of time. ¡­ The 16th, Day 5 of the experiment. All the roosters, both alive and dead, were buried deep underground. The laboratory was thoroughly cleansed. I continued with the experiment the following day. This time, I used three cows as my research subject. The purpose of the research was to see whether the Magic Ceremony Cube could be used as a weapon and how well the cows could hold up when exposed to the red light. ¡­ The 20th, Day 9 of the experiment. The result was frustrating. The three cows were each exposed to the red light for 10, 15, and 30 minutes respectively. However, even the cow with the highest exposure lived for four days. Whether this red light would cause harm to the demons remains unknown, but one thing was certain: the demons would never stand transfixed to one spot waiting for the light. Even if the ¡°curse¡± did affect the demons, the demons would only be exposed to the red light for a fraction of a second on the battlefield. The murals in the temple, which depicted that the Magic Ceremony Cube had defeated giant monsters, were indeed exaggerating. Or another possibility is that¡­ those monsters were particularly vunlerable to the ¡°curse¡±. ¡­ The 21st, Day 10 of the experiment. Testing the radiation range. King Roland agreed to conduct the experiment outdoors after I assured him that the radiation would not travel to the surrounding areas. The test site was still in the valley at the base of the Impassable Mountain Range. The outcome was very disappointing. The red light could not travel more than 100 meters, and basically anything could more or less block it. For some metals, the red light could not penetrate them at all. For example, a stack of ten gold royals. Even water could somewhat block it. I thus concluded that the light could not be used as a weapon. ¡­ The 26th, Day 15 of the experiment. Since Nana has returned from the front, we conducted a healing test. The damage caused by the radiation was curable, but not completely. For instance, Nana could not repair the damaged skin or heal the contaminated organs of the subject cows. Their conditions would continue to deteriorate, and the parts that had been healed would be contaminated again later. However, if we implanted a healed organ to another healthy cow, the health of the subject cow¡¯s organ would cease to decline. In other words, the ¡°curse¡± could potentially be removed provided that we reconstruct the infected body. However, such a task was beyond Nana¡¯s ability. To do so, we had to utilize Spear Passi¡¯s channeling ability, so we had to set this idea aside for the time being. I put it as ¡°incurable¡± for now just in case. By the way, the first cow died 10 days after being exposed to the red light. ¡­ The 28th, Day 17 of the experiment. The Magic Ceremony Cube emanated the blue light again. The coin was gone. Fortunately, His Majesty had another coin that was exactly the same as the previous one. However, as this was the source material to produce ¡°the Glory of the Sun¡± and it was extremely hard to collect, I felt I was wasting the most precious resource in the world. Furthermore, the Magic Cube had exhausted its magic power, but, like a Sigil, it could be recharged. Considering the test was resource-consuming, I did not think it a good idea to continue with the experiment. I hope that we can dismantle it after we finished the resistance test. ¡­ Roland closed the ¡°Official Research Journal¡± and heaved a sigh. ¡°You¡¯re reading it again,¡± Nightingale said while snacking on dried fish on a recliner. ¡°Isn¡¯t it obvious? The ancient treasure is merely an instrument to torture captives. It doesn¡¯t possess any incredible powers whatsoever.¡± As the murals had suggested, the only reason for this invention was to torture enemies. The mechanism of this Cube was probably very similar to that of ionizing radiation. Its source material was the uranium coin. Although what activated the Cube remained a mystery, the result was pretty much the same as only the Magic Ceremony Cube could direct energetic particles to a certain spot. Roland suspected that the red light was just an indicator, similar to a laser beam, rather than the actual radioactive ray. It was highly unlikely that human beings could detect neutron beams or high energy electrons with the naked eye. Now, he unveiled the truth pertaining to the Temple of the Cursed and the mysterious death of the Thorn Town residents. A civilization who had heavily relied on radioactive elements had created the Cube with magic power. The device could release energetic particles after being activated by enriched radioactive materials. As to why the beam could only travel 100 meters, it might have something do with magic power. Roland was a little discouraged by this conclusion. He expected to find something more extraordinary than this since the nature of this device concerned knowledge of advanced physics. Perhaps, the original owner of this treasure had never taken it seriously, but simply used it as another instrument of torture just as they used a whip and a guillotine. This was probably the difference between civilizations. Just then, Sean came in and reported to him, ¡°Your Majesty, the Taquila witches sent in another experiment report.¡± ¡°Give it to me.¡± According to the schedule, this was the last test. They subjected different animals to the radiation for the same amount of time to determine the relationship between the body type of the animal and its radiation tolerance. After that, they would terminate all the tests with respect to the Magic Cube. Since uranium was a rare element, he should make the best use of it. Roland opened the journal that was handed to him by Sean and took a sip of the tea. It was in Celine¡¯s handwriting again. The 30th, Day 19 of the experiment. The experiment was finally drawing to its end. The result indicated that the larger the animal was, the higher tolerance it had to the red light. However, at this point, I was not able to develop a specific formula to address this relationship. It might take some time for me to do so. Also, I had experienced a little hiccup during the experiment. The incident was actually kind of amusing. I planned to use the remnant of the materials to see if it was fatal, so I directed the beam at a fish tank. Five minutes later, I noticed wisps of steam that escaped from the surface of the water, although the fish were still alive. That meant that the light was not even as deadly as boiling water. If I had continued with the experiment, the water would have been boiled and the fish cooked. Perhaps we could use it to make soup? ¡°Haha!¡± Roland choked in his mug. ¡°What¡¯s so funny?¡± Nightingale asked in surprise. ¡°I almost forgot about that¡­¡± Roland mumbled. He had been too focused on the potential military application of the red light to realize that it was also a form of energy. Any form of energy could heat up water. The history of the human civilization was, essentially, a process where men continuously developed different methods to boil water. Chapter 1119 - A Real Researcher 1119 A Real Researcher Translator:Transn | Editor: Meh Roland called the Third Border City and demanded immediately, ¡°Ask Celine not to dismantle the Magic Ceremony Cube! I need to see her now!¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Yes, Your Majesty!¡± The telephone operator on the other end of the line apparently had no idea what had happened, but still, he obeyed the order instantly. ¡°Take me to the Border City,¡± Roland said as he turned to Nightingale. ¡°As fast as possible.¡± ¡°No problem,¡± Nightingale replied with a smile and grasped his hand. ¡°This may make you feel dizzy.¡± Within a second, they had stepped into the Mist. Five minutes later. ¡°Ugh¡­ finally.¡± For a moment, Roland was at a loss as he emerged in the underground hall, with his hand clapping over his mouth. Nightingale had indeed improved a lot compared to when he had first met her. She glided through waves effortlessly and gracefully in the black and white world. However, to Roland, the trip was not nearly as comfortable as sitting in a roller coaster. He saw a blurred stream of objects streaking past him, his inside churning, and the whole world had dissolved in a grayish whirl. Nightingale patted him on the back with an understanding smile. ¡°What¡¯s the matter, Your Majesty?¡± Celine asked as she slowly descended from the ceiling of the cave with a bunch of tools on her tentacles. ¡°You were looking for me?¡± Roland breathed out a sigh of relief after he saw the latter carrying a hammer, a saw and a file. He said, ¡°Well, it seems I¡¯m just in time.¡± He also spied a triden and an ax, failing to understand why Celine would need them. Did she actually plan to grind the Cube? ¡°Where¡¯s the ancient artifact?¡± ¡°Still in the underground laboratory.¡± Roland took a deep breath and asked, ¡°Are you able to replicate it?¡± Mildly taken aback, Celine asked, ¡°Are you sure you want to replicate it? Isn¡¯t it just a useless piece of junk?¡± ¡°Probably not completely useless.¡± He then explained his idea to Celine, ¡°The biggest drawback of steam power is fuels. If we could replace it with the Magic Cube, it may bring about a second industrial revolution.¡± The ultimate goal of industrial development was to search for an efficient and powerful resource. A powerful resource would potentially change the nature of everything, including their manufacturing process, the way they generated electric power, as well as facilities. Nevertheless, this was not going to be an easy step to take. It was not a simple task of just switching a traditional boiler to the Magic Cube. The change in the heating method would subsequently change the thermal system, the control system and the related repair and maintenance. They might experience numerous failures before succeeding in this undertaking. However, it was, at least, worth trying. ¡°Heating up water¡­ I see,¡± Celine said thoughtfully. ¡°But¡­ it¡¯s very hard to replicate it without exploring its internal structure. It¡¯s a magic device after all, and you don¡¯t allow me to dismantle it.¡± ¡°Ahem, what I¡¯m saying is that you don¡¯t tear it down like it¡¯s a piece of junk,¡± Roland said on a cough. ¡°I want you to dismantle it in a careful, methodological manner for replication purposes.¡± ¡°Is there a rough dismantling procedure as well?¡± Celine asked in astonishment. Then she said in a pretty aggrieved tone, ¡°You would get punished if you mishandled a relic back in the Quest Society. From the time I joined the Society to the fall of Taquila, I had never been punished. Lady Natalia spoke highly of me, saying that I have deft fingers. If I was so careless, there would have probably been no core instruments left in the hall now.¡± As Celine boasted in the disguise of a defence, Roland cast her a skeptical look and asked, ¡°Did you use these tools to disassemble relics back then?¡± ¡°These?¡± Celine said in surprise. ¡°How could that be possible? Didn¡¯t you just equip us with the new weapons? So these swords and axes are now useless. Rather than storing them away in the warehouse, it would be better to melt them down and use them to make something else. I still need some bookcases in my storage room. By the way, why do you think they¡¯re research tools?¡± Nightingale turned away while clapping her hand over her mouth, shaking with suppressed giggles. A little embarrassed, Roland replied, ¡°No, I just fear that you¡¯ll get overexcited when it comes to magic power¡­¡± ¡°You must have heard it from Pasha,¡± Celine said as she mopped her giant blob with her main tentacle. ¡°She doesn¡¯t know the difference between a craze and a hobby¡­ A real researcher must always have a clear mind to accurately control his behavior. It¡¯s normal for a researcher to work day and night or mumble while reading a book ¡ª ¡± Roland interrupted Celine just in time to stop her from rambing on. ¡°Well, speaking of the Magic Ceremony Cube, are you sure you can replicate it once you know its structure?¡± Celine replied, instantly back to normal, ¡°That depends on how complicated this Magic Cube is. I can¡¯t guarantee you now, but there¡¯s a big possibility, because one good thing about this Cube is that it doesn¡¯t require magic power to operate it. This means the biggest difficulty in the replication is gone.¡± ¡°The hardest part is the replication of magic power!¡± Roland uttered an exclamation of comprehension. ¡°Exactly,¡± Celine said while bending her main tentacle. ¡°Due to physical and psychological differences, human beings, demons and the underground civilization use magic power in very different ways. For example, we probably could never gain multiple abilities by inserting Magic Stones in our bodies like the demons. Likewise, if I didn¡¯t convert to an original carrier, I would have never been able to repair the magic core.¡± ¡°The fact that the Cube doesn¡¯t require magic power means we don¡¯t need to know what kind of Magic Cyclone that disappeared civilization once had and used. To be honest, we could never figure that out without relevant documentation. However, we now just need to replicate the object to achieve the same magical effect. Of course, this would still be hard in the Taquila age, but it¡¯s a lot easier now with the magic core which I can adjust anytime.¡± Celine paused for a second and then went on, ¡°However, we still have another problem.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Material,¡± she answered. ¡°I¡¯ve been doing research on the Magic Cube. Although it looks like an ordinary stone, it isn¡¯t made of stones. I don¡¯t know what it¡¯s exactly made of, probably of the bones of that civilization or some other solid materials. Anyway, I need a lot of samples¡­ Yet you said earlier that the Temple of the Cursed was looted years ago. It was pure luck that we found this Cube. So, I don¡¯t know if the replicate made of a substitute material would work the same way as the original one.¡± ¡°Materials¡­¡± Roland said meditatively. ¡°Perhaps I know a place where you can find similar materials.¡± That area should have changed a lot by now. Roland gazed in the southern direction. If the murals in the temple were telling a real story, perhaps he could find something there. Chapter 1120 - A Cape City Chapter 1120: A Cape City Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Here comes the ship, chaps! Get going!¡± Simbady hollered while wringing his fist in the air. ¡°Yup!¡± The Fishbone clansmen all swarmed toward the dock and commenced working. Some of them went to fix cables while some build springboards. Although everything seemed to be a chaos at the first glance, everybody knew what they were doing. These clansmen were as good as experienced sailors. It was uninmaginable that just a year and a half ago, they had never been to the sea, let alone working on a ship. The ship was quickly unloaded. ¡°Simbady, they say we can load the ship now!¡± ¡°Red or black, and how many for each, do you know?¡± ¡°Rest assured. I wrote it all down on the back of my hand!¡± ¡°Great! Let¡¯s begin!¡± The word ¡°black¡± was the term they used specifically to describe the black water of the Styx River, which was the only product produced at the Endless Cape. Nonetheless, as the mine gradually expanded, Sand Nationals found two more underground streams bearing two different colors: deep red and dark green. They were both combustible, only their properties and scents were quite different. To avoid confusion, they called the black water ¡°black¡±, and soon northerners adopted this name as well. This was the fourth time that Simbady came to work at the Festive Harbor. The first time he had stepped on this deserted land, he had simply wanted to survive the first three months and then stay as far away from this place as possible. However, much to his surprise, a city was gradually formed at the far south of the desert. If the revival of oases was a miracle, then the development of the Festive Harbor was a divine bliss. The reason the Endless Cape had always been a settlement to exile prisoners was that there had literally been nothing except perils and dangers. Even the most experienced hunter would not be able to survive on this land. Sand Nationals believed only Three Gods could build a town with hundreds of thousands of residents out of this bleak emptiness. Simbady had thought the chief would eventually abandon his ridiculous idea after several fruitless attempts. He had not expected, however, that it was Sand Nationals themselves, who had been living in the desert for hundreds of years, were the ignorant ones. There was something at the Endless Cape. They had just never noticed it. The first problem they had solved was water. That official from the northern kingdom named Konkrete first took them to a large pond surrounded by numerous sheds covered with black films. They did not find anything unusual about it at first, but after the Months of Demons, they soon noticed white salt had come out of the seawater. Water vapor condensed into liquid on the films, trickled down a slope into a groove, and finally into a water storage tank. Water was collected in a much faster manner when heat went up. Although they could not produce much drinking water with one pond, they could collect a lot with several hundred. As the number of such ponds increased, they now not only had sufficient water for daily use but also excess for the ships from Neverwinter. This technology completely broke Sand Nation¡¯s stereotype that there was no water in the desert. The second was accommodation. Apart from water, they also had to shelter themselves from the scorching sun in summer. Tents were obviously not a long-term solution. It was rumored that all the building materials shipped to the Iron Sand City were from the Southernmost Region when it had yet to be a desert. That was why there was only one city at the Silver Stream, although there were many oases. Northerners taught them to use local materials to build houses. They built numberless furnaces, fueled them with the Blackwater, filled them with dirts at the bottom of the sea, and then mixed them with sifted fine sand to make bricks. Since there was an inexhaustible supply of dirts and sand, soon brick houses rose at the Festive Harbor, with double-bricked external walls and ceilings. Although the houses were not shaded by trees like those on the oases, they were, at least, proper dwellings. The last was food. The elder of the Osha Clan Thuram instructed them to spread dozens of fishing nets at the beach, which would totally submerge in tidal waves when the seawater rose. Once tides ebbed way, many strange creatures would cling to the nets, such as crabs, sea snakes and sea urchins. At first, Simbady was too afraid to try these gruesome food. However, under the threat of a whipping punishment, he forced himself to eat. They were actually pretty good. Although Sand Nationals still relied on Neverwinter for staples, they ate much better than a year and a half ago. With a place to live and food to eat, Simbady gradually changed his mind. After the three months was over, he made a choice that even astonished himself ¡ª he chose to stay at the Festive Harbor. First of all, the pay was much higher than in the Port of Clearwater. Also, there was another reason. ¡­ After the last ship was loaded, everybody packed up, ready to go home. ¡°Simbady, good job, man!¡± ¡°See you tomorrow, Big Sim!¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to the marketplace later. Do you want to tag along?¡± Since he had worked here for several times, Simbady had naturally become the superintendent for the Fishbone Clan and the first person Thuram would go to when there was a new task. He was flattered by how much trust people placed in him. Back at the Silver Stream Oasis, he used to be one of the most insignificant members of the clan. Few people would voluntarily talk to him, let alone seeking his instructions. But now, not only young men treated him as a leader but girls started to ask him out as well. Simbady felt grateful to the chief. His heart swelled with pride. However, Simbady turned down these girls¡¯ offers. Because he already had someone he wanted to ask out. ¡°Hey, wait for me, Simbady!¡± When he was about to leave the dock to look for Mulley, he heard a familiar voice. Simbady could not help curling up his lips. He turned around but his smile suddenly froze on his face. It was Mulley, a girl with a black pony tail, who had always been so kind and generous to him. After Carlone left the advance unit, Mulley stayed, which was another reason Simbady chose to live here. Simbady had thought with Carlone leaving the desert, he would have a chance to win Mulley¡¯s heart, but he had not expected Mulley would bring another man here. And that man was not from the Mojin Clan! ¡°Mulley, you¡­ and him¡­¡± Simbady stammered. ¡°Ah!¡± It seemed Mulley had just noticed that she was grasping the other man¡¯s hand. She immediatly disengaged herself and said with an uncomfortable smile, ¡°I wanted you to meet him, so I brought him here.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ r-really?¡± ¡°Agh, this lady is so strong,¡± the man said, panting. ¡°I couldn¡¯t stop her. She just dragged me here¡­ Now I see how strong the Mojin Clan is.¡± With these words, he studied Simbady up and down and said, ¡°Let me introduce myself¡­ I¡¯m Rex, from the Fjords across the channel.¡± ¡°I know you¡¯re from the Fjords,¡± Simbady said, stepping between them, eyes full of alert. ¡°I don¡¯t have any relics you want. You can leave now!¡± In the past three months, the arrival of Fjords people shattered the peaceful life at the booming Festive Harbor. A large number of Fjords ships sailed to the Endless Cape, creating unprecedented trouble. Those islanders who claimed to be explorers dug holes everywhere and purchased weird products from the advance troop, making the entire Festive Harbor boisterous and chaotic. Their sudden arrival did attract many Mojins to buy things they liked from their marketplace instead of from the Port of Clearwater, but these foreigners created more problems than convenience. For example, one explorer had fallen into the underground river when he had tried to explore it. In the end, the advance troop had had to rescue him. Another explorer had purchased tons of strange stones and metal wares from a Sand National with false money, which had almost caused a physical altercation between the two parties. The worst one was that some of them had tried to steal the lifeline of the Festive Harbor ¡ª the special films on the sheds used for the water tanks. They finally had had to send for the First Army to settle the matter. The wrongdoers had later been escorted to Neverwinter and sentenced to lifetime heavy labor at the mine. The avalanche of trouble made Simbady very suspicious of every single Fjord citizen. ¡°I¡¯m not planning to buy anything. Compared to some shady businesses, I prefer to work my way up,¡± Rex said while rubbing his hands excitedly. ¡°This is a good opportunity to improve the reputation of the Society of Wondrous Crafts.¡± Chapter 1121 - The Most Genius Invention Chapter 1121: The Most Genius Invention Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Huh?¡± Simbady twitched his lips, staring at Rex suspiciously. Even a clansman from a small tribe like him knew that Fjords people were notorious for their craftiness and trickery. They were all cunning merchants expert in sailing, who had an insatiable lust for money. Many Mojins in the Iron Sand City had been scammed by Fjords merchants, so every Sand National knew they had to be extremely careful when dealing with them. Their stereotrype of Fjords people was further confirmed by what had happened in the Festive Harbor. Simbady did not believe a single word Rex was saying. He said gruffly, ¡°Are you done? I¡¯m busy here. Go talk to someone else!¡± With these words, Simbady cast Mulley a glance, eyeing her to come with him. ¡°Hold on!¡± Rex said immediately. ¡°I¡¯ll pay gold royals to you, regardless of the result.¡± ¡°Simbady, just let him finish,¡± Mulley said, grasping his hand. ¡°I find it very interesting. He doesn¡¯t look like a fraud.¡± Simbady felt his heart pumping in his throat violently as Mulley touched him. He said hesitantly, ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Ten gold royals! As long as you tell me the exact location, I¡¯ll pay you ten gold royals!¡± Rex said breathlessly. To show he was not lying, he produced one gold royal from his pocket and proclaimed, ¡°This is the deposit! If you could help me, I¡¯ll pay 20 more. How about that?¡± Simbady was stiffened for a second. It was unusual for a Fjords merchant to pay upfront, let alone paying 30 gold royals in total. Simbady quickly revolved the idea in his head. It would probably take him at least ten years to earn such a large sum of money with his current salary. ¡°I also want to buy some new clothes for the children in the clan¡­¡± Mulley said imploringly while blinking her big sparkling eyes. Unable to turn down Mulley¡¯s request, Simbady agreed resignedly, ¡°I see. OK then. But if you dare scam us¡­¡± ¡°You won¡¯t lose anything,¡± Rex confirmed quickly and tossed the gold royal at Simbady. ¡°You just need to answer some questions of mine, and that¡¯s it. There¡¯s no better deal than this.¡± Simbady now saw how Fjords merchants tricked people. He caught the gold royal and asked, ¡°What do you want to know from me? Why are you with Mulley? What do you mean by improving the reputation?¡± ¡°I have to start from the beginning,¡± Rex said on a clearing throat. ¡°Let¡¯s talk as we go. First, what do you think of the sea?¡± ¡°What do I think of the sea?¡± Simbady echoed. ¡°It¡¯s the mother of Three Gods, the cradle of everything, and it¡¯s¡­ volatile.¡± ¡°I find it mysterious,¡± Mulley said brightly. ¡°Nobody knows how broad and how deep it is. There are a lot of places in the Southernmost Region not trodden by human beings yet. It may take us more than 1,000 years to fully explore the sea.¡± ¡°You¡¯re both right. However, Fjords people view it as a treasury.¡± Rex said smilingly, ¡°There are numerous treasures down at the bottom of the sea, including tons of gold and silver royals, and the lost ancient ruin. Nobody is guarding them. They¡¯re just waiting for us to salvage. I won¡¯t be surprised if someone gets rich overnight. That means the one who gets the treasures will be the richest person in the world!¡± ¡°You sound it so simple,¡± Simbady shot back contemptuously. ¡°Nobody¡¯s guarding them? The ocean itself is a huge obstacle. How can you dive to the bottom of the sea as freely as a fish?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. That¡¯s exactly what our problem is!¡± Rex replied in excitement. ¡°The mission of the Society of Wondrous Crafts is to make everything impossible possible. This time, I want to show everyone that the Society of Wondrous Crafts isn¡¯t an organization of nutters, and certainly not an organization of cravens! Although we aren¡¯t explorers, we can do just as well as them¡­ No, we¡¯ll do better than them!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t quite follow you ¡ª ¡± ¡°A great invention.¡± Rex revealed his secret anxiously. ¡°I call it a ¡®diving suit¡¯. With this, men can stay under water as long as they want like a fish!¡± ¡°What?¡± Simbady exclaimed in dismay. ¡°I found them stay under water for quite a while when I went picking shells at the beach. They stayed there for more than a person normally can,¡± Mulley rejoined. ¡°That¡¯s why I went to ask him what they were doing.¡± ¡± So it¡¯s Mulley who talked to him first¡­ ¡± Simbady thought, feeling a bitter jolt in his stomach. ¡°I was very surprised at the beginning, because I know Sand Nationals fear and respect the sea,¡± Rex continued. ¡°I¡¯ve been testing this diving suit for several days. It¡¯s been working really well. Needless to say, this will change the entire salvage industry. A job that used to highly depend on luck now become an adventure everybody could participate in!¡± ¡°Since you¡¯ve already succeeded, why did you ask for my help?¡± Simbady asked in bewilderment, trying to suppress his disappointment and jealousy. ¡°Ahem¡­ the thing is, Mr. Simbady¡­ that this diving suit just needs a little bit of exposure. We can take advantage of King Roland¡¯s campaign to advertise it. That¡¯s why I need to get some real good stuff before anyone else ¡ª something that will catch the King of Graycastle¡¯s attention,¡± Rex said while clenching his fist. ¡°Once I¡¯m granted the honorary title, thousands of people will jockey for my invention!¡± He broke off at this point and then continued, ¡°But I don¡¯t know where the treasures are. His Majesty¡¯s post doesn¡¯t indicate what exactly he wants. Technically, anything strange or insteresting is fine. Apparently, the king won¡¯t be interested in any random thing. He doesn¡¯t want to collect the crap you would normally find at the beach or in the corals, so we don¡¯t know where to go. All we can do now is to slowly search along the beach. Then I saw Miss Mulley, and I had a ray of hope. She told me you saw a strange cave once. You saw water reflect off light on a moonless night. I want to know where it is!¡± In other words, these Fjords people came here because of the chief? Simbady said irritably, ¡°I did see it. It¡¯s at the bottom of the cliff. The cave is only visible when water recedes. Having said that, the seawater is several meters deep, and nobody knows exactly how deep it is. It might only be an ordinary cave, and the light may be just a bunch of jellyfish.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll still pay you even if we don¡¯t find anything,¡± Rex returned. They had just reached a beach beyond the port. There was a knot of people. ¡°Those are the sailors I recruited who have nothing to do with the test. They only run errands for me,¡± Rex explained. ¡°I only have two assistants: Eyemask and Tophat. They¡¯re also members of the Society of Wondrous Crafts.¡± Simbady thought they had really strange names. He swept over the man and the woman at the center of the crowd and finally fixed his eyes onto the strange suit in front of them. The suit had a huge metal helmet that did not coordinate with the rest of the outfit. The top and the bottom parts were connected, making it very hard to wear. The most distinctive feature was two tubes sticking out of the helmet which reminded Simbady of two shrimp tassels. They were incredibly long, with the ends connected to a large black machine. Simbady had seen the same machine on Neverwinter ships before. Sailors called it a steam engine. ¡°Is this what you talked about¡­¡± ¡°Ah, yes,¡± Rex said self-importantly, ¡°This is the ¡®diving suit¡¯, my most ingenious invention!¡± Chapter 1122 - To the Sea Chapter 1122: To the Sea Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Three days later. Simbady rose up out of the sea as the basket slowly moved up. ¡°How do you feel?¡± Mulley asked in excitement as soon as he took off the heavy helmet. ¡°Is the undersea world fun?¡± It was actually not any better than the desert. Although there nestled many weird animals and plants, he did not quite enjoy the experience. Every time he sank to the bottom of the ocean, he felt as if being engulfed by a suffocating darkness that pressured him in every direction. Simbady wanted to communicate his real feeling. However, seeing Mulley¡¯s anticipated look, he swallowed his words and blurted out, ¡°Well¡­ the scenery down there is not bad.¡± ¡°That¡¯s so nice¡­ if only I could go down there and take a look,¡± Mulley said on a sigh. Looking at her hazel eyes, Simbady suddenly remembered that a year and a half ago when his clansmen had departed the Port of Clearwater for the southern end of the desert, she had been wearing the same look as she had watched them leave on the concrete ship. At that time, nobody had known what was awaiting for them. Everybody had been agitated about their uncertain future, but she had still attempted to cheer them up. Somehow, Simbady felt uneasy. ¡°Good job. I¡¯m really impressed,¡± Rex commented as he rose up out of the water a second later. He clapped his hands as he climbed off the basket. ¡°You have a good balance, a good vital capacity, and a good sense of direction. You¡¯re also able to stay chill. In other words, you have all the qualities an excellent diver needs. Is it because you¡¯re a Sand National or you¡¯re just a natural? No offense. Miss Mulley told me that you aren¡¯t the strongest warrior in your clan.¡± Mulley poked out her tongue at Simbady and went off to chat with Rex¡¯s assistants. ¡°There¡¯s a pond in the oasis where the Fishbone Clan used to live. When we were little, we often had competitions to see who could dive the farthest, so I sort of have some diving experience¡­¡± Simbady answered dryly. ¡°But Mulley was right. I¡¯m not the best diver in the clan. If Carlone did that, it would probably just take him one day.¡± ¡°Carlone? Who¡¯s he?¡± ¡°The strongest warrior in the younger generation. He¡¯s an excellent hunter and combatant, and he¡¯s as good as those warriors in big clans. Yet he only worked here once. Now he should be working somewhere at the Port of Clearwater. It¡¯s too late to seek him now.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Rex said, shrugging. ¡°I don¡¯t think so though.¡± ¡°About what?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think he¡¯s stronger than you,¡± Rex replied as he pulled off the diving suit. ¡°The most important quality for a diver isn¡¯t skills but an open mind.¡± ¡°An¡­ open mind?¡± Simbady echoed perplexedly. ¡°That is, accepting the unknown and overcoming yourself. That¡¯s the difference between a pond and the sea,¡± Rex said while gazing at the Festive Harbor. ¡°This place is undergoing drastic changes. The man named Carlone has only been here once. From what I see, you¡¯re more open-minded than him. ¡°If I asked him for help, I probably couldn¡¯t persuade him to dive in the first place.¡± Simbady rolled his eyes at him glumly and said, ¡°If it wasn¡¯t because of Mulley, I would never have agreed to help you.¡± He had wanted to leave after getting that ten gold royals, but Mulley was very curious about this strange suit. Knowing that they still needed an assistant to salvage the treasures, she immediately offered to help. Simbady thus had no choice but to explore the cave with Rex. Before confirming that the diving suit was absolutely safe, he did not want Mulley to risk her own life and deal with this Fjord person alone. Although he knew Mulley would eventually participate in the salvage herself, it would be much safer if he checked the suit first. ¡°Haha,¡± Rex laughed airily. ¡°But you overcame yourself in the end and took a step further to the new realm, didn¡¯t you? That¡¯s probably why Mulley prefers you.¡± ¡°Hang on, what¡­ what did you say?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you find it?¡± Rex said while spreading out his hands. ¡°That girl talked a lot about you when she chatted with me. She said you were pretty timid when you were a kid and was often bullied into crying. However, you were curious about everything, though you are now much more reserved.¡± A muscle in Simbady¡¯s face twitched. He said, ¡°Well, she just told you everything, eh?¡± ¡°She probably feels more comfortable with strangers,¡± Rex said, grinning. ¡°But I don¡¯t really know much about Sand Nation¡¯s customs. Perhaps fighting capacity is a big factor to assess a person, but you may be too modest as well.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know anything,¡± Simbady grumbled. To be honest, Simbady did not hate Rex very much. It was incredible that within just a few days, he could chat with a Fjord person so comfortably, as opposed to the beginning, he had just wanted to keep an eye on Rex to protect Mulley. Now Simbady noticed that Rex was not talking to him with an air of condescension. Instead, Simbady felt very relaxed when communicating with him. Compared to those haughty northern nobles and Fjords merchants, Rex was very different. Perhaps that was the reason why Mulley often visited the campsite of the Society of Wondrous Crafts. After a moment of hesitation, Simbady asked Rex why he treated him as equal. Rex said thoughtfully, ¡°You asked why¡­ There¡¯s no particular reason. We¡¯ve suffered enough discrimination and comtempt ourselves.¡± Simbady was a little surprised at Rex¡¯s answer. As a person who promised to pay 30 gold royals, he should be a wealthy and respected man. Why was he discriminated? When he was about to make a further inquiry, one of Rex¡¯s assistants came over and said, ¡°Sir, all the tests are done. We can go ahead anytime.¡± ¡°Do you want to have a shot?¡± Rex said as he turned to Simbady. ¡°You should have been very familiar with diving by now.¡± He fought down his curiosity and answered, ¡°As long as that thing you invented works.¡± ¡°Of course it works. I¡¯ve been doing research for nearly 10 years. To make sure it will work, I bet everything on it¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Ahem, no, nothing. Nevermind,¡± Rex said evasively, turning away. ¡°Now, we¡¯re going to enter that cave in the afternoon and start our first adventure!¡± ¡­ He chose to dive in the afternoon simply because they could have a clear view at that time when the sun was right above their heads. By then, sunlight would reach the bottom of the pond 50 meters down the water, including the cave at the waist of the cliff. If they took actions in the evening when the water receded, they would easily get lost. ¡°I¡¯m waiting for you at the entrance,¡± Rex said as he put on a helmet and gave him a thumbs-up. He then clambered into the basket and sank into the sea. After around 15 minutes, Eyemask nodded at Simbady and said, ¡°Your turn.¡± Simbady took a deep breath and put on a heavy helmet as well. Mulley moved over to secure the helmet on his head and then shouted, ¡°You can do it! I¡¯m waiting here for you.¡± He cast her a glance, turned away and walked to the basket. The steam engine roared. As Simbady gradually dropped and got closer to churning waves, he had a feeling that the entire ocean was about to devour him. For a split second, terror flooded over him. However, he immedately regained his composure. ¡°Accept the unkown and overcome yourself.¡± He remembered Mulley¡¯s sparkling eyes and Rex¡¯s words. Simbady breathed out a sigh and was ready to embrace the ocean. In an instant, the whole world became a clear, transparent blue. Sun rays spilled across the water and splintered into flickers of light. After he dropped 20 meters, the basket suddenly stopped. A chilly, fathomless cave materialized in front of him. Chapter 1123 - Underground Coffins Chapter 1123: Underground Coffins Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Rex, who had been waiting at the entrance, stuck out two fingers and pointed at his own head then at the mouth of the cave. Simbady signaled him that everything was fine on his end. Rex thus nodded in approval, turned around and walked into the cave. Simbady looked up and saw the scuba hoses suspending above him. In the past three days, he had not only learned the basic operation of the diving suit but also diving gestures and techniques. It was extremely important to monitor these two hoses, and that was why the salvage required two people. As a device to supply oxygen, the hose was connected to an air pump powered by a steam engine, which constantly circulated the air in the helmet. If one of the hoses was broken or clogged, the consequence would be fatal. Therefore, he had to be extremely careful when changing his direction or passing through narrow, treacherous areas. Seeing there was no nothing protruding from the ceiling of the cave, Simbady threw himself into the darkness. The sound of foaming waves was instantly muffled. He could hear the hissing sound of the air valves and the thud of his own heart. After he marched around ten meters, the darkness around him grew thicker. Simbady could only make out an obscured outline of a slowly moving Rex in front of him as he plunged into this abyss. Just then, the ground underneath suddenly rose, and the path started to ascend. In less than seven minutes, Simbady saw the sea again. This time, however, the water was not glistening with golden specks but heaving quietly. He followed Rex out of the water while holding his breath. A huge cave appeared in front both of them, most of which sihouletted against the darkness, with only a small part at the dome lit by a ghostly blue light reflecting off the glimmers on the surface of the seawater. Was this cave connected to the world outside? Simbady hoisted himself up onto the bank. He was about to take off his helmet when Rex stopped him. The Fjords merchant took out a water-proof oil lamp from his sack. After observing the lit lamp for quite a while, he took off the helmet and said, ¡°Agh¡­ Looks like this place isn¡¯t completely cut off from the outside world.¡± ¡°There¡¯s¡­ wind?¡± Simbady said in surprise, feeling a chill playing upon his cheeks as he pulled off his helmet. ¡°Yes. There may be other exits,¡± Rex replied hopefully. ¡°In this case, there¡¯s a bigger chance we find treasures here. We¡¯re really lucky!¡± Simbady cared more about safety than treasures. He did not expect to find a cave underneath the desert because the rock here was just too thin to form such a humongous cave. After all, this was only 20 meters beneath the water, and he was also concerned about whether the dome would cave in. Simbady decided to report to Graycastle what he had found after he got out of here. Although it was a little unfair to the Society of Wondrous Crafts, he had to make sure that the cave would not pose any potential safety hazards to the Festive Harbor above it. ¡°The wind seems to come from that direction,¡± Rex said as he placed his helmet next to the pond and raised the oil lamp. ¡°Let¡¯s go take a look.¡± Simbady drew out his knife and followed him slowly. As they delved further into the exploration, Simbady found the cave became even more bizarre. Soil appeared as they moved on, and grass gradually replaced moss as they marshaled further, giving Simbady an illusion that he was strolling at Silver Stream Oasis. ¡°Unbelievable. There are green plants here,¡± Rex remarked in amazement. ¡°I thought only mushroom and moss would grow here.¡± ¡°Maybe¡­ we should head back,¡± Simbady said hesitantly. ¡°I feel this place¡­¡± He stopped dead. ¡°Feel this place what?¡± Having not heard anything back from Simbady, Rex turned around and asked, ¡°Hey, what are you looking at? Wow, a flower!¡± Simbady felt his chest constrict. Next to him was a beautiful little flower with pastel purple petals and fragile, delicate leaves. ¡°This is¡­ the Flower of Providence¡­¡± ¡°Is it very rare?¡± ¡°No¡­ they used to be everywhere,¡± Simbady said in a low tone. ¡°I never saw it before, but I¡¯ve heard about the legend of Three Gods Emissary. It¡¯s rumored that this kind of flower is coastal. Like a splendid purple ribbon, they used to be the most beautiful flower in the Southernmost Region.¡± ¡°There were flowers¡­ in the desert?¡± Rex asked in astonishment. ¡°It wasn¡¯t a desert here in the past. This land used to be covered with trees, meadows and rivers,¡± Simbady explained while shaking his head. ¡°However, after the departure of Three Gods Emissary, this place gradually turned into a desert. That¡¯s not my point. My point is, there¡¯s a detailed description of the Flower of Providence in our documentation. Once these flowers settle at one area, they will never grow anywhere else. That¡¯s why you don¡¯t see them in the oasis. They should have been extinctive now¡­¡± ¡°I see,¡± Rex mumbled while clicking his tongue, ¡°Perhaps the desertification didn¡¯t spread to this underwater cave, so the Flower of Providence lives.¡± ¡°Is that really so?¡± Simbady wondered, getting even more confused. For some reason, he had a strong feeling that this cave used to be an oasis. Meanwhile, the purple flowers around him became denser. Simbady did not think the presence of these flowers was a pure coincidence. While Simbady was debating whether he should proceed with the exploration, he suddenly heard a gentle ¡°crack¡± underneath. Then a jet of flash erupted from the ground, creating a haze of light around him. ¡°What happened?¡± asked Rex in surprise. ¡°I¡­ I think I stepped on something,¡± Simbady said, swallowing hard. ¡°It seems to be a plank.¡± ¡°Is it a trap?¡± Rex said as he bent over and brushed away the grass and flowers around him. ¡°Well, this is¡­ haha¡­ hahaha¡­¡± The laugh reverberated across the cave, making all the hair on Simbady¡¯s neck stand on end. ¡°What are you laughing about? Oi, tell me what it is!¡± ¡°Haha, treasures! We¡¯ve found treasures!¡± Rex said vehemently. ¡°Look!¡± To Simbady¡¯s dismay, underneath the earth lay a densely-patterned stone tablet that emanated a soft glow. The light escaped from underneath his feet, making the entire tablet as transparent and luminous as a jade. The tablet was not as hard as it appeared. When Simbady stepped on it, much to his consternation, the surface of the tablet sank a few inches. What was more incredible was that the dent magically disappeared on its own after Simbady removed his feet. Meanwhile, the light also faded away, as though everything he had just seen was an illusion. ¡°Is there any more amazing treasure than this?¡± Rex exclaimed in exhilaration while stomping on the ¡°stone tablet¡±. ¡°If I could send this tablet to the King of Graycastle, I¡¯ll be the honorary explorer for sure!¡± ¡°But¡­ it¡¯s too big,¡± Simbady said apprehensively. Judging from the part above the ground, the ¡°stone tablet¡± might be even larger than him and Rex put together. It was definitely not an easy task to transport it out of the cave. ¡°We¡¯ll manage. I¡¯m sure we can find a way to get this work. Perhaps we can look for some other exits? ¡± Rex suddenly broke off and then said, ¡°Hey, looks like there¡¯s another tablet here.¡± Rex took a few steps in the directon Rex was pointing at and soon hit another similar ¡°stone tablet¡±. In the soft light, more and more grayish white tablets floated out of the sea of flowers. ¡°There¡¯s one here, and there as well¡­¡± The two men tried to count how many tablets there were as they marched forward but soon abandoned this idea. It was not long before they noticed that the Flowers of Providence were gradually replaced with those jade-like stone tablets. Light erupted everywhere as they proceeded. Then a giant wall blocked their way. ¡°Oh God¡­¡± Rex gasped. Feeling a little cold, Simbady slowly raised his head and saw a stone wall loom over him in the soft light. Then they found out that it was not a ¡°wall¡± but a pile of numerous stone tablets. Some of them were broken and some slashed in half. However, most of the tablets were rectangular. The random way in which these tablets laid on top of each other gave Simbady an ominous feeling. They resembled thousands of buried coffins. Chapter 1124 - A Lair Chapter 1124: A Lair Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°I think¡­ we should go,¡± Simbady mumbled under his breath after a moment of silence. This cave was gruesome and suffocating, thus he would rather stay undersea than here. The glow of the tablets mingled with the light of the oil lamp could only illuminate a small area around them. They were surrounded by an impenetrable and dangerous darkness, facing the unknown. Neither of them had seen the edge of the cave yet. ¡°Go?¡± Rex croaked, a note of quaver in his voice. ¡°What are you talking about? I¡¯m sure that even Sir Thunder has not seen a scene like this before. Are they relics? No¡­ this is definitely a ruin!¡± ¡°The ruin won¡¯t go anywhere. We can come back later,¡± Simbady racked his brain, trying to find a way to persuade Rex to leave. ¡°Your assistants and the Society of Wondrous Crafts are all waiting for your good news outside.¡± Hearing the name of his Society, Rex instantly calmed down. ¡°You, you¡¯re right. We need to tell them this good news first.¡± ¡°So let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°Hang, hang on. I need to take something from here to show them proof,¡± Rex said as he took out a dagger from his sack and started to chisel a tablet. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it won¡¯t take me long. You should also gather some evidence.¡± Simbady had no choice but to obey. After all, Rex was his employer, and since he had already accepted this job, he had to take some risks for those 20 gold royals. He tried to convince himself that the cave might not be as eerie as it appeared to be. It was just a little bit dark, and there might not be anything at all. ¡°Clink, clink, clink¡­¡± Every time Rex wrung his knife, a clink that was amplified tenfold in the crisp, chilly air rang off the wall of the cave. Simbady also noticed that the moment the dagger cut through the tablet, the light would become brighter and even blinding. He shook his head, trying to put these thoughts away. He really was not in the mood for cutting tablets at the moment. Several strange stonewares lay around the tottering wall, which Simbady judged were the tools used by the workers who had initially shipped the tablets here. Nevertheless, these tools were all rotten now after years of water erosion. He picked a few and crammed them into his bag as Rex had instructed. ¡°Clink, clink, clink¡­¡± Rex was still focused on cutting the tablet and he already had five to six chipped stones the size of a nail littering next to him. ¡°Hey, I think that¡¯s enough¡­¡± Simbady urged when suddenly, he captured a discordant note. It was also a clink but more squeaky and sharp, as if many Rexes had been chiseling the tablet. ¡°Is this¡­ an echo?¡± Simbady wondered. Then he realized this was impossible because both of them were still standing in the same positions. How could an echo suddenly appear from nowhere? ¡°Rex.¡± ¡°Just a moment. This is the last one.¡± ¡°Stop for a second¡­¡± ¡°Give me seven more minutes ¡ª ¡± ¡°I said STOP!¡± he bellowed. Rex was stunned, his dagger suspended in the air. The piercing clink immediately stopped. However, that screeching sound still existed and was now slowly approaching them. This time, Rex also noticed something wrong. He crammed his pocket with the stones, looking around, and said, ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Just at that moment, there was a blinding flash in the distance. In the dazzling light, Simbady saw the intruder. It was a full-grown desert scorpion, its clamps as thick as a man¡¯s arm, its tail high up in the air, leveling their waists. The tail was filled with green venom which, once someone was stung by, they would only have seven minutes to take the antidote. ¡°Damn. The sound of our knives must have startled it!¡± Simbady drew out his knife and said, ¡°Step back slowly and fix your eyes on the scorpion. Don¡¯t look away.¡± For a first-rate Mojin warrior, a desert scorpion was not difficult to deal with, for scorpions were unintelligent and slow creatures. The only thing that might pose a threat was their venomous tail; however, this was also their weak point. If the scorpion failed to hit its target, Simbady would have a chance to slash its tail in half. The problem was that Simbady was not an excellent warrior by any means. Although he had received training since he was a kid, he had never participated in any hunting events, nor had he ever fought a desert scorpion. He had no choice but to attempt it. After Rex hid behind Simbady, Simbady said in a hushed voice, ¡°Now, look down. Don¡¯t move no matter what happens.¡± ¡°I¡­ I see.¡± Then Simbady turned around. The moment his eyes met the scorpion¡¯s, the scorpion lunged at him. Although Simbady could not see the scorpion in the darkness, he could clearly hear its clamp scraping the ground. This was how desert scorpions generally attacked people: they tended to bide their time, waiting for the moment their opponent was distracted to launch their strike. ¡°Stay put!¡± Simbady slightly bent forward, his right hand resting on the handle of his knife on the left, which was a standard fighting stance for Sand Nationals. In this way, he would be able to monitor both the area on his right-hand side and his enemy in front of him. When the scorpion started to move, Simbady strode far forward and drew out his knife. There was a flash of light. He felt his knife hit something. The blade cut through the scorpion like a sword through a suet. With a crunch, the tail of the desert scorpion was slashed in half. Simbady then stabbed the scorpion in the shell at the back of its head. The scorpion soon stopped moving after a weak struggle. ¡°Impressive¡­¡± Rex remarked while heaving a sigh. ¡°Now I see how strong a Sand National is¡­¡± ¡°Not yet!¡± Simbady interrupted him. ¡°Based on the sound, there must be more than one desert scorpion!¡± He surveyed the cave, fully alarmed, wondering where his enemy was hiding. The cave was filled with illuminating stone tablets, so he should be able to see it clearly when it appeared! But it was pitch-black. Except for the area above. Damn! Simbady suddenly realized what he had missed. He had forgotten to pay attention to any new light sources other than the glowing tablets. As he looked up, a dark shadow dived to the ground. It was aiming at Rex behind him! With no time to react properly, he powerfully kicked Rex and sent him flying into the air. The desert scorpion brushed past Rex and landed. Simbady flailed his knife at the scorpion almost instinctively and cut the head of the scorpion in half. ¡°Whooo,¡± he breathed out a sigh of relief. ¡°That was a narrow escape¡­ Hey, are you OK?¡± ¡°Aargh¡­ I, I think¡­¡± No sooner than Rex had finished, more clinks sounded from behind the wall. At first, there were just a few, but soon the sound became louder and more frequent. In the end, the whole cave started to rock, as though a giant monster was shuffling in their direction. Simbady and Rex exchanged looks, pale-faced. ¡°Run! Hurry up!¡± Simbady yelled as he grasped Rex by the arm and dashed toward the exit. A moment later, dazzling light erupted from behind, and the cave was as bright as day! Simbady then saw a colossal desert scorpion, its eyes as big as a dinner plate and its shell as hard as coral reefs. Without a doubt, this was one of the legendary sacrificial offerings to Three Gods ¡ª the Giant Armored Scorpion that dominated the continent. The light emanated by the wall of tablets now became blinding. He now understood the reason. He knew why grass would grow here in this dark cave and where the light he had seen earlier came from. The cave was actually the nest of the Giant Armored Scorpion. Chapter 1125 - An Exit ¡°Ah¡­ finally,¡± Simbady muttered in relief after they retreated to the pond. He expressed his gratitude to Three God, the Son of the Earth and the Mother of the Ocean within himself. The cave was now completely lit up, which enabled them to successfully escape the attack of the scorpion. As the cave was narrower around the mouth, the Giant Armored Scorpion did not come after them all the way from the depth of its lair. However, this did not mean they were completely out of danger. Simbady still remembered the tidal waves of that gruesome clink and clunk, and believed that all the desert scorpions at the Endless Cape had probably gathered there, bidding their time to tear apart hunters who climbed over the tablet wall. Fortunately, scorpions could not swim. Simbady sprinted up to the sea. ¡°Hurry up. Put on the helmet!¡± Simbady said as he snatched up the diving helmet on the ground and anchored it to his head. But then he noticed Rex was not moving. ¡°Oi, what are you waiting for?¡± ¡°You¡­ go first,¡± Rex mumbled, turning his back to him. Simbady stiffened for a second, wondering if Rex was still thinking about those damn illuminating relics. Feeling a short surge of anger, he strode over to Rex, forced him to face him and bellowed, ¡°Are you crazy? Do you know what our situation is ¡ª ¡± His growl stopped abruptly as he caught sight of Rex¡¯s bloodstained chest ¡ª The diving suit made of soft leather was broken. ¡°Your diving suit¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s broken,¡± Rex managed to summon a twisted smile which Simbady hoped he would rather not. ¡°The last desert scorpion didn¡¯t get me, but its clamps scratched my clothes.¡± Simbady fell silent. If the diving suit was broken, seawater would seep through the crack of the suit and soak the helmet. Even though Rex just sustained a minor injury, he would have no chance to survive wearing a broken diving suit. After a long silence, Simbady said, ¡°If we abandon the suit and use the hoses only¡­¡± Rex shook his head with a bitter smile and said, ¡°That will only work when we¡¯re close to the surface of the water. Hoses won¡¯t help unless you can suck in air like a vacuum pump.¡± They needed two hoses to keep their balance. Rex had told him at the beginning. That was why he had been hesitant earlier. Perhaps, he had already known it back in the cave. Rex put down his bag, handed it to Simbady and said, ¡°This is the tablet sample. Please give it to my assistant, telling him that I¡¯ve discovered something that could possibly rival Sir Thunder¡¯s.¡± Simbady noticed that his fingers were trembling. ¡°Does your assistant¡­ have a spare diving suit?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve only got two. It took us half a year to select materials and make the suit,¡± Rex said, trying to control his emotions. ¡°I know what you are thinking. In fact, I¡¯ve thought about every possible way to get out of here. It¡¯s impossible without a diving suit. Perhaps, that¡¯s my fate¡­¡± ¡°Your fate?¡± ¡°Members of the Society of Wondrous Crafts¡­ could never be a real explorer,¡± Rex said while biting his lip. ¡°Go, before the scorpion gets here! Let people know that this is my discovery. In that case, even if I can¡¯t become an honorary explorer, my name will be permanently associated with this invention and be remembered by every Fjords citizen ¡ª ¡± Simbady turned away and stared at the pond. After a moment of silence, he answered slowly, ¡°No, I can¡¯t do that.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Rex gaped at him, astounded. ¡°You still owe me 29 gold royals. If you¡¯re dead, who will pay me that 29 gold royals?¡± Simbady grunted. ¡°Only Mulley and I know our deal, and I don¡¯t think your assistant would pay me. I can tell from what they wear. They¡¯re just as shabby as Sand Nationals.¡± ¡°We¡¯re just in short of money now!¡± Rex protested indignantly. ¡°We went a little beyond our budget when purchasing the steam engine from Graycastle. Once people know my diving suits, the Chambers of Commerce will line up to buy my product. By that time, we won¡¯t have any financial problem!¡± ¡°The problem is, I won¡¯t have anything to do with those money, and probably nor will you by then,¡± Simbady said as he dumped the bag and helmet on the ground. ¡°Do you really think people will believe you¡¯re the real inventor of the suit after you die here? A little bit retelling could make the whole story awry. They could take the credit from you while reaping profits from your invention. So, not only will I lose that 29 gold royals but your ambition will never come true either.¡± ¡°What¡­ are you going to do then?¡± ¡°Accept the unknown and overcome myself.¡± Simbady muttered within himself and breathed out a deep sigh. He said, ¡°Mojins don¡¯t like being owed, and nor do they like owing. A deal is a deal, no matter it¡¯s with the King of Graycastle or a Fjords person. I promised to help you, right?¡± Rex was momentarily stunned. ¡°But how are you going to¡­¡± ¡°Look at the pond,¡± Simbady said while taking off his diving suit. ¡°Don¡¯t you see it¡¯s getting smaller?¡± It wasn¡¯t until then that Rex noticed that a few wet, mossy rocks had revealed from the surface of the water, which indicated that the water was going down. ¡°Tides are now receding, which means the distance to the bank has shortened,¡± Simbady said, laying a delicate stress on every syllable. ¡°If everything goes well, we only need to swim around ten meters before the rescue team finds us. It¡¯s impossible to do that when wearing a diving suit, but we can take off all our clothes, and you ought to get rid of the stones you collected as well. Now, take your clothes off.¡± ¡°Take, take off my clothes?¡± ¡°Yes, we must stop the desert scorpion before the water drops to the lowest level. The most effective method is to burn it,¡± Simbady said with a nod. ¡°However, it¡¯s humid here and it won¡¯t be easy to set flowers and grass on fire. So, we need something combustible.¡± He then pointed at the oil lamp and said, ¡°The oil and the leather would do.¡± Rex lapsed into a long silence and said, ¡°¡­ Forget it. It won¡¯t work.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t really know when the tides will recede to the lowest point. The higher the water level is, the longer for us to cross the pond. If we act recklessly, we may lose our lives,¡± Rex said painfully. ¡°And most of all, I can¡¯t swim! It¡¯s ridiculous, isn¡¯t it? A Fjords person can¡¯t swim. That¡¯s even worse than getting seasick. That¡¯s why I¡¯ll never become a real explorer and roam the sea like others!¡± ¡°I knew it a long time ago when we were diving,¡± Simbady replied placidly. ¡°Wh-what?¡± ¡°You relied on the basket to move about undersea. You couldn¡¯t walk properly in the water. Without this diving suit, you probably couldn¡¯t even get into the water, right?¡± ¡°Why did you still suggest swimming when you knew that I can¡¯t swim?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to swim. You just have to hold your breath. I know it¡¯s hard and you may pass out halfway. However, as long as you hold tight on me, I¡¯ll be able to get us out,¡± Simbady answered slowly. ¡°Just by yourself?¡± Rex asked in disbelief. ¡°I¡¯ve told you that there was a deep pond in the oasis where I lived when I was a kid. My friends and I liked having a competition with each other to see who could stay underwater for the longest,¡± Simbady said while holding his head a little higher. ¡°I was never the best in the clan, because I never put all my effort into it. I was scared.¡± ¡°Scared?¡± ¡°Yes, I feared that the water would suck me in if I dived a little deeper, so I always came up a little earlier than I should. I pretended to be exhausted and out of breath. Slowly, I convinced myself that this was the best I could do,¡± Simbady said while staring right into Rex¡¯s eyes. ¡°You said I constantly look down on myself. Perhaps you were right. That¡¯s why I want to give it a shot and test my limit this time.¡± ¡°Likewise, are you sure this is all you can do? Are you sure you can¡¯t swim?¡± Simbady shouted at him. ¡°Are you not looking down on yourself as well?¡± Rex balled his hand into a fist. ¡°At least you aren¡¯t afraid of the ocean. Compared to me, you¡¯re way much better,¡± Simbady said as he curled up his lips. ¡°What do you think? Are you willing to take a bet? You¡¯re an explorer. How can you be a real explorer if you don¡¯t take any risks?¡± ¡­ Two hours later, thick smoke almost filled the entire cave. The water in the pond gradually went down and levelled the mouth of the cave. They could hear the scorpions scuttle behind them. Their clinks swept over the cave. Rex and Simbady exchanged looks and knew this was their last chance. ¡°Let¡¯s go, Mr. Honorary Explorer,¡± Simbady said after taking a deep breath, carried Rex under the crook of his arms and submerged himself in the water. Instantly, he was fused with the ocean. The memories of his childhood flooded into his mind. However, this time, there was no Carlone or any other clansman. He only needed to compete against himself. Chapter 1126 - The Status of the War Chapter 1126: The Status of the War Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ Five days later. Rex saw Simbady again. In the hospital at the encampment of the First Army. Coming with Simbady was a bright, dainty Mojin girl. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± Mulley said as she placed a bouquet of seaweed on the windowsill. ¡°This is the only thing I can get here. There are no pretty flowers, but at least they are plants, which is better than muddy sand, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ thank you,¡± Rex said as he straightened up. ¡± I feel¡­ much better.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good. You scared me when you came out of the water. Your face went livid, your body spasmed violently, and you kept coughing out water,¡± Mulley said, smiling. ¡°Then you got a fever after arriving at the encampment. Simbady and I came to visit you twice, but you had yet to regain your consciousness when we paid the visits.¡± Rex said with a bitter smile, ¡°I¡¯m too weak.¡± ¡°But you made it and went beyond your limit,¡± Simbady encouraged, grinning. ¡°Mr. Explorer, in fact, your desire to live is even stronger than I anticipated. I was about to shut down when we were almost there, but you clutched me with your arms and forced me to keep going.¡± With these words, Simbady lifted the bottom of his clothes and said, ¡°Look, I got bruises from your grip.¡± ¡°Sorry,¡± Rex said, a little embarrassed. ¡°I don¡¯t remember what happened after we got out of the cave.¡± ¡°You must be thinking about something at that time. Otherwise, you wouldn¡¯t have held Simbady so tight after you blacked out, right?¡± Mulley remarked. ¡°Probably¡­¡± Rex muttered while nodding. ¡°A lot of things came to my mind before I passed out, such as my invention, the Society of Wondrous Crafts, and my two wives who were waiting for me at home¡­¡± There was suddenly a strained silence. After a while, Simbady asked testily, ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°Two wives¡­¡± Rex answered with a look of dawning comprehension. ¡°Ah, I forgot to tell you. The customs in the Fjords Island are different from each other. On the island where I grew up, you can marry as many people as you want. It¡¯s perfectly normal that you didn¡¯t know about that.¡± ¡°I suddenly regret taking you out of that cave,¡± Simbady replied, a muscle twitching in his face. ¡°Same here,¡± Mulley rejoined with an expression of utmost seriousness. ¡°Oi, you don¡¯t have to be that straightforward¡­¡± Rex protested in a bit hurt tone and immediately changed the subject. ¡°What about¡­ that ruin?¡± Simbady instantly tightened his manner into formality when they started talking about businesses. He said, ¡°Nobody is allowed to enter that area anymore. The First Army put out sentries near the cliff to keep an eye on the Giant Armored Scorpion. I went back to the cave when the water was low at their request and retrieved your bag.¡± His voice lowered to barely a whisper. ¡°But I handed it in to the First Army¡­ Sorry.¡± ¡°No, you did the right thing,¡± Rex said while shaking his head after hearing the account of Simbady¡¯s story. ¡°Since the First Army took me to the hospital, they would eventually know about the cave. Plus, I¡¯ve never thought of keeping the entire ruin to myself. I just feel a little sad about that two diving suits. Even if you tell people the diving suit does work, few would believe it now. But there¡¯s nothing you can do about it¡­ You did that to save me.¡± Simbady was silent. He knew how much time and effort Rex had put into these two diving suits. It had taken him half a year to make one and probably more time and money to conduct research before he had succeeded. The loss must have given him a heavy blow. Simbady asked quietly, ¡°What are you going to do then?¡± ¡°Return to the Fjords and come back later,¡± Rex answered quickly. Both Simbady and Mulley were slightly surprised. ¡°Well, do you think that I¡¯ll lose heart because of the loss?¡± Rex said smilingly while looking at the bemused couple. ¡°I probably would have quitted this job had I not escaped such a narrow death.¡± He clenched his fist and then spread out his hand, in an attempt to feel something. ¡°But now I understand I can do better than this. I don¡¯t mind spending another half a year making a new diving suit. At least, this time I know what I¡¯m doing, and I¡¯m sure it will be a great success!¡± ¡°Rex¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll come back with brand new diving suits within two years,¡± Rex said slowly. ¡°By that time, you and I ¡ª ¡± Simbady was now positive that Rex was fine. He was about to reply when the door was suddenly thrown open and an officer-like man strode in. ¡°Rex? Simbady?¡± he asked inquiringly. ¡°Yes, we are. Is there anything we can do for you?¡± Simbady said immediately. ¡°New instructions from Neverwinter with respect to your discovery,¡± the military officer replied curtly with a nod. ¡°His Majesty wants to see you.¡± ¡°Are you saying the King of Graycastle?¡± ¡°The, the chief?¡± The two men blurted out almost together. It was unbelievable that within five days, the news had spread from the Festive Harbor to the new king¡¯s city of Graycastle, and it was even more incredible that the king had summoned them. He could have just sent for a messenger to inquire about their discovery. Did that mean that the ruin carried more significance than they had initially anticipated? ¡°That¡¯s right. His Majesty will dispatch a ship here, which will be arriving at the Festive Harbor two days later,¡± the officer said, smiling. ¡°Before then, please take a good rest at the barracks.¡± In Neverwinter, Graycastle. Roland was sitting behind his desk reading a report sent from the front. The ¡°Torch¡± project seemed to go well. No demons had been lurking around since May. The railroad was steadily stretching on toward Taquila. Based on this rate, Roland judged the Holy City would be within the shooting range of the First Army by mid June, more than ten days earlier than planned. However, the news did not make Roland feel any better. The demons were the mortal enemy of the mankind. They had slaughtered the human race during the first two Battles of Divine Will and forced human beings to retreat to the Land of Dawn. The only territory the demons had yet to conquer was the Fertile Plains. Once the demons erected their Obelisks, the Red Mist would soon prevail the whole continent. His eyes darted from the report to the map, straining to find some sort of clues but to no avail. After the night raid, Roland had perfected the defense of the railway stations. It would be now a lot harder for the demons to destroy the encampment. Although the railway seemed to be the most dangerous place at first glance, the First Army actually had a greater chance to win if the demons chose the railway to launch their battle. The railroad that stretched hundreds of miles was the demons¡¯ second major obstacle. In fact, the report showed that this was where most battles had occurred. There had been 46 battles in total so far around this area. Had Roland not read the report, he would have thought the demons had abandoned the idea of harrassing the Ministry of Construction and withdrawn from the Fertile Plains. Nevertheless, it was essentially not easy for the demons to completely cut the First Army¡¯s supplies right under the witches¡¯ noses and the scrutinies of the armored trains, as the ¡°Torch¡± project was designed to keep the demons away from the railway. In fact, after the third ¡°Blackriver¡± came into use, even demonic beasts had ceased to approach the railroad. The last possible point of contact was the terminus station at the forest, which was also the one he worried the least. As long as Leaf did not provoke the demons, there was little the demons could do about it. The forest was too far away from Taquila, so it was impossible for just a small group of demons to hinder the construction. Plus, the forest had just caught a fire, so the First Army was now paying extra attention to that area. As the frontier kept expanding, Lightning was now able to see the Taquila ruins. There had been no sign so far that showed the demons would send for reinforcements. Instead, their Red Mist seemed to be fading into thin air. Every piece of evidence was now pointing to a fact that human beings would gain the eventual victory of this battle and have a chance to dispel all the demons from the Fertile Plains before the arrival of the Bloody Moon. Chapter 1127 - Preparation for the Final Battle Roland put down the report and remembered what Kabradhabi had told him. The demons had an enemy from the Sky-sea Realm. Were the demons too busy dealing with that enemy from the Sky-sea Realm to monitor the status on the Fertile Plains? The General Staff was also inclined to this theory. No matter what the demons were playing at, at the end of the day, the party with greater power dominated the war. The Magic Slayer had come all the way to the forest and caught Leaf offguard. However, this had also exposed his traits and ability. Sylvie could now sense him even without the Magic Eye. She could see a ¡°red fleck of light¡± hover around the ruin and feel the slightest fluctuation in magic power immediately. In short, unlike Neverwinter where the soldiers and witches were still continuously upgrading, the demons at Taquila had put all their cards on the table. Since there was plenty of food, the Administrative Office started another round of conscription to recruit soldiers from all parts of the country. The consolidation of the administration institutions in Graycastle significantly increased public productivity. Based on Barov¡¯s initial estimate, the number of new recruits might very likely exceed 5,000 this time, which was the total number of the First Army soldiers two years ago. Calvin Kant was very proactive in responding to this campaign. After the officials at the secondary City Hall were trained and became comfortable enough to rule a territory, they would be able to recruit more soldiers. Meanwhile, bolt rifles were gradually replacing revolving rifles, thanks to increasingly skillful workers. The new rifles were very similar to the weapons used by the sniper team, with the only difference being the lack of a scope. Although the revolving rifle was fast, its speed, shooting range and firing accuracy were quite limited due to its mechanical structure. A revolving rifle would be a perfect weapon to kill a knight, but it was definitely not ideal to kill a Mad Demon who could spear at 100 to 200 meters. The bolt rifle, on the other hand, fixed that problem, enabling soldiers to fire from a distance. The research and development for the anti-demon rocket-propelled grenade designed to kill the Senior Demons and the Spider Demons was now close to its end, and they had just started with the mass production. There was no technical difficulty in manufacturing this type of simple and cheap weapons. In fact, it was even easier than manufacturing bullets. Based on the current production rate, they would have ample time to produce tons of grenades before the final battle. Although the First Army lacked related training on how to use a grenade, unlike a cannon, a rocket-propelled grenade was pretty user-friendly. It was indeed a very common practice to test them out directly in an actual war. Therefore, Roland was not too worried about whether the weapon would work. No noticeable change had been found in the demons. Agatha and Phyllis judged that the number of the demons would be between 3,000 and 5,000 based on the amount of Red Mist, which was definitely a big number for the Union. However, for the First Army, the demons were exceedingly outnumbered. Since the Red Mist was the lifeline of the demons, Roland believed this estimate was truthful and accurate. This was also the information the General Staff relied on to make their analysis. Roland trusted the judgement of the General Staff. There was no point of overestimating or underestimating the enemy, for evidence spoke for itself. He would rather place the matter in the professional¡¯s hand than issue commands himself. Roland knew he was by no means a commander. That was why he felt a little unsettled. He thus decided to wait as things came, quite sure that his every question would be answered when the war broke out. At these thoughts, he heaved a deep sigh, his hand uncontrollably reaching for his throbbing forehead, when a pair of hands gently rested on his temples. Nightingale started to rub his head with just the right amount of strength. He instantly felt much better. Over the past four years, Roland had reached a mutual understanding with Nightingale that transcended words. Such an understanding constantly reminded him that he was not fighting alone. As a king, he used to picture a life of debauchery. However, when he really had a right to have a corrupted lifestyle, he realized his work just piled up. He worked way much longer than eight hours a day, and sometimes, even sleeping became a part of his routine. He did complain about overworking but rarely took a real break. Perhaps, this was because someone was always looking over him. Obviously, he was working toward his personal goal. But he was also working toward everybody else¡¯s dream. After a short massage therapy, Roland¡¯s eyes traveled to another report on the desk. This was regarding the discovery of the Giant Armored Scorpion and a mysterious ruin. Although the information had yet to be further confirmed, from the enclosed strange stones, Roland thought the news was true. He was intrigued by this report. He had anticipated that there would be some sort of relics of an ancient civilization around the Endless Cape according to the murals in the temple, but he had not expected that they would find them so quickly. The tablets in the cave reminded him of the piles of corpses depicted in the murals. If that was really a ruin of a civilization thousands of years ago, these corpses should have been reduced to ashes by now. It was not likely that people would monumentalize the defeated party. So, why were there so many tablets? All the samples had been sent to Celine for a safety test. Considering the enemy of these dead people had used radioactive elements as a weapon, Roland had to make sure there was no safety issue. Apart from that, he was also very curious about its discoverer. The discoverer was not a Fjords merchant or any explorer but instead a member of the so-called Society of Wondrous Crafts. Roland remembered the killed pilot Margaret had told him. He thus immediately instructed the garrison at the Festive Harbor to bring these two people to Neverwinter. Roland was burning with curiosity. As for the Giant Armored Scorpion, Roland suspected it was just a type of hybrid demonic beast, which was the exact reason it was so humongous. As the chief of all the clans, Roland did not care much about the sacrifices to Three Gods. He would simply leave the scorpion to the First Army. Just then, he heard a shuffle of footsteps, and then the office door was flung open. ¡°Is that the test result? Give it to me¡­¡± Roland said as he looked up, his words caught in his throat. Roland thought it was the guard who sent Celine¡¯s report, but much to his surprise but only to find a raging Tilly Wimbledon, her eyebrows slightly raised in quite a dangerous way. Apparently, she looked very unimpressed. ¡°Um¡­¡± The next moment, Roland knew the purpose of her visit. ¡°I have a few new Chaos Drinks here. Do you want to try ¡ª ¡± ¡°Well¡­ His Majesty, you have used this trick on her before,¡± Nightingale whispered into his ear. ¡°No!¡± Tilly snapped as she walked up to the mahogany desk and leaned forward threateningly, her fingers splaying across the desk. ¡°You promised to give me a glider in half a month. Now, how long has it been since you said that?¡± She stood on her tiptoes and laid a stress on every syllable. ¡°Where¡¯s my plane, brother?¡± Chapter 1128 - The "Unicorn" Gazing at a reproachful and exasperated Tilly, Roland somehow felt his little sister was pretty cute in a way. Tilly rarely called him brother when she was in a good mood. She only did so in the presence of others or when she was really annoyed like now. Roland suddenly had an urge to tease her. ¡°Ahem, this isn¡¯t right,¡± Roland thought, hastily turning his lack of attention into a hacking cough. ¡°The plane isn¡¯t complete yet. Anna and Soraya have to make every part manually. As the war is around the corner, they have a lot of work to do. You should know it better than anyone else. I did draft the plan a long time ago, but I can¡¯t suit the action to the drawing just by myself.¡± As the railway continued to extend, it now took the ¡°Seagull¡± three to four days to fly to the front instead of one or two. He could not really blame Tilly and Wendy for being slackened, because it was really hard to complete all the preparation work within one day. They had no choice but to wait. As the pilot of the ¡°Seagull¡±, Tilly obviously knew everybody was busy. Many witches actually fell asleep straight away after they boarded the plane. For this reason, they had even added upholstered cushions to the chairs. Realizing that their most important goal at present was to defeat the demons and recover the Fertile Plains, Tilly deflated resignedly, her hands back to her sides. ¡°I just want to test the plane sooner so that the Aerial Knights can do their jobs¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The main body of the plane is almost done. We just need a few auxiliary parts. All I need is just a little patience from you ¡ª ¡± ¡°Hold on,¡± Tilly interrupted. ¡°You said the main body is completed, which means I can still fly without those parts, right?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Roland hesitated, realizing he had just slipped the information out. Princess Tilly was now not so easy to be deceived anymore, for she had learned a lot about planes. ¡°Well¡­ you still can, but this new model is very different from the ¡®Seagull¡¯. If anything happens, Wendy won¡¯t be able to fix it in time¡­¡± His voice trailed off in the end. Tilly¡¯s eyes were glistening with daring and excitement. He just could not resist her. Nightingale giggled behind him. It appeared that she really loved to see Roland lapse into an awkward silence. After staring at each other for quite a long time, Roland breathed out a sigh and said, ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll ask the airport staff to get ready for a flight.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the spirit,¡± Tilly praised, her raised brows back to their normal positions, grinning. Roland picked up the phone and said, ¡°Remember, if anything happens during the test or you lose your control, you must abandon the plane immediately. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Of course. We can always make a new plane but can never have an excellent pilot like me again,¡± Tilly said confidently while folding her arms. ¡°That¡¯s what you¡¯re thinking, right?¡± ¡­ At the Neverwinter Airport. There had been nothing but two tracks at this clearing before, but now this place had become a real pilot training base, which was also the forerunner of the future air force academy. In the enclosed testing field, a silver plane was transported from the hangar and placed at the end of the tracks. Tilly took a deep breath and said, ¡°So this is¡­ the plane for me¡­¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Roland said while nodding. This is the ¡®Unicorn¡¯. It¡¯s powered by a radial straight-five engine and can fly more than 150 kilometers per hour in theory. Even the fastest devilbeast would not be able to keep up with it.¡± As the first man-made self-powered aircraft in this era, the ¡°Unicorn¡± looked very different from the ¡°Seagull¡± the glider. The biggest difference was its huge head. To house the engine, the head of the plane was in the shape of a barrel rather than in a sleek aerodynamic shape, as though its top had been chopped off. Also, it had a two-blade propeller attached to its head at the front, which the ¡°Seagull¡± did not have. Since this was literally the first plane powered by a piston engine, it was still quite a basic model despite that the extensive research Roland had done. He believed a two-blade propeller should be sufficient considering the power was relatively low. Finally, the plane was small in general. As the ¡°Unicorn¡± was a fighter rather than a passenger aircraft, it was only nine meters¡¯ long, only half as long as the ¡°Seagull¡±. Nevertheless, the internal structure of the plane was much more complicated. Apart from an operation system, it was also equipped with some power units such as a gas tank and a fuel pipe. There was also room for a firing system and a second seat. ¡°The ¡®Unicorn¡¯¡­ You sometimes do come up with creative names,¡± Tilly said as she rushed to the plane, but soon noticed something unusual in the flight deck. ¡°That is where the missing parts should go, isn¡¯t it?¡± There were two holes where the cockpit control panel should have been. It was obvious that the plane was not complete yet. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Roland said with a nod. ¡°These parts were used to show the speed and the altitude of the aircraft, which were the two most important flight dynamics parameters. We used to have Wendy to control the plane, so we didn¡¯t necessarily need them. But now, it¡¯s all on you the pilot, so you must monitor these two parameters from time to time¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I don¡¯t necessarily know how to make a plane, but I¡¯m definitely the best pilot in Graycastle,¡± Tilly said as she crept into the plane and settled herself into the pilot seat self-assuredly. The ¡°Unicorn¡± was technically exactly the same as the ¡°Seagull¡±, except that it had an additional gas pedal. Even the power levels were positioned in the exact same location. Tilly had done many mock exercises earlier, so Roland did not think there would be any problems. However, since this was essentially a brand new plane very different from the ¡°Seagull¡± in terms of weight, flexibility and speed, and its mechanical system had yet to be tested, there was a chance that something went wrong. That was what Roland feared. If the plane crashed at the onset, even an outstanding pilot like Tilly might not even be able to know how well the plane performed. Roland had wanted to create several similar models so that Tilly could gradually get familiar with the aircraft and learn on the go. But now it was too late. ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s ready to go,¡± the hangar manager reported. ¡°OK. Let¡¯s begin,¡± Roland said and left the tracks. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Two workers soon inserted a crankshaft into the engine launcher and started to spin it. Roland felt like this was more like operating a tractor than the latest weapon created by human beings. He decided to invent storage batteries and electric helper motors once they started mass production. As the piston gradually accelerated, one worker closed the pressure-relief valve, and the oil in the cylinder was instantly ignited. The engine erupted a few loud explosions. Within a second, a few inarticulate blasts became a series of thunderous roars. The two-blade propeller blurred into shadows and light. The plane glided along the tracks for a mere 30 seconds and took off. Under the scrutinies a group of awestruck spectators, the ¡°Unicorn¡± soared into the azure of the sky. Chapter 1129 - "The Mysterious Stone" Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Her Highness¡¯ ability¡­ isn¡¯t flying, right?¡± Nightingale muttered. ¡°No, but she can fly with a Stone of Flight. However, when she¡¯s carrying heavy objects, even a Stone of Flight won¡¯t help much,¡± Roland answered as he looked at the ¡°Unicorn¡± hovering in midair. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°Although you talked about planes many times and also showed me the drawing and the internal combustion engine, I still feel it incredible¡­ Men can fly like a bird with just a little bit of extra help,¡± Nightingale remarked impressively. ¡°The plane, to be honest, is none other than a bunch of metals and wood.¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s made of metals and wood, but it¡¯s us who pieced them together,¡± Roland said with a faint smile,¡± We used our hands, magic power, and knowledge. So, we don¡¯t, technically, completely rely on external forces.¡± ¡°Everyone can fly like her, right?¡± Nightingale asked quietly. ¡°Including me ¡ª ¡± ¡°Yes, everyone, including you,¡± Roland said positively. Nightingale was familiar with the sky. She had ridden on a hot air balloon and traveled with Maggie before, but these past experience was nothing next to a flight where you could have full control over where you were heading. Even Nightingale, a witch with magic power was awed by the plane. Roland could imagine how the mass would react to this new invention. Men¡¯s ambition to be free from the pull of gravity had started the moment they had stared up at the canopy of the sky. The member of the Society of Wondrous Crafts killed in a testing flight was the best example. The ¡°Unicorn¡± landed magnificently on the tracks 30 minutes later. ¡°How did it go?¡± Roland asked Tilly who trotted to him in excitement. ¡°This plane is awesome!¡± she said breathlessly, her eyes sparkling. ¡°It¡¯s way more flexible than the ¡®Seagull¡¯. Wendy¡¯s wind control isn¡¯t bad, to be honest, but she can¡¯t always manipulate the aircraft into the way I want. This is different. I can control everything, including its speed, diving angle and turn, like it¡¯s completely fused with me! ¡°Fused with you?¡± Roland was mildly taken aback. Although the ¡°Unicorn¡± was inspired by various biplane models, it was essentially a very crude testing plane. The pilot had to use her instinct to adjust its flying speed and control the aircraft manually. Roland was actually worried whether this plane could successfully take off. However, in Tilly¡¯s opinion, this rudimentary plane was as advanced and high-tech as a modern fighter equipped with a fly-by-wire control system and a flight control computer. That was probably the difference between a genius and a person of mediocrity. ¡°So¡­ are you satisfied now?¡± Roland asked as he waved at the hangar manager. ¡°That¡¯s it for today ¡ª ¡± ¡°What are you talking about, brother?¡± Tilly interjected. ¡°How could 30 minutes be enough?¡± ¡°Then why did you land?¡± ¡°To let you know that I¡¯m going to be here for a while. You have a lot of work on your plate, don¡¯t you?¡± Waving airily, she said, ¡°Off you go. You don¡¯t have to wait for me. I still want to try some other flying methods.¡± Watching Tilly scurry off, Roland shook his head in amusement. The plane had passed the test, and he was sure Tilly would learn everything about the ¡°Unicorn¡± in no time. Since Tilly could leave the plane anytime, there was no need for him to monitor the subsequent testing flight anymore. ¡°It seems you were dismissed,¡± Nightingale gloated. ¡°Shut up,¡± Roland said gruffly while rolling his eyes. ¡°Let¡¯s get out of here.¡± Nightingale disappeared into the Mist. ¡­ As soon as Roland returned to the castle hall, the guard trotted up to him and said, ¡°Your Majesty, a message from the Third Border City. They¡¯ve completed your task.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland said, his brows going up a fraction of an inch. ¡°Where¡¯s the report?¡± ¡°They hope you could see it in person.¡± It appeared that the discovery at the Festive Harbor was more complicated than he had thought. After a moment of reflection, Roland said, ¡°I see. Let¡¯s go now.¡± Celine had been waiting for him at the underground hall. ¡°Your Majesty, you were right. There are materials used to make the Magic Cube at the Endless Cape,¡± Celine said as she stretched out her auxiliary tentacle. ¡°The magic power in that grayish yellow stone on the left are pretty similar to that in the Magic Ceremony Cube, though not completely the same. If we have a sufficient amount of the materials, I can start to create the replicate now.¡± ¡°How much do you think you¡¯ll need?¡± ¡°A few thousand, I think.¡± Roland thought this was actually quite a lot. A couple of thousand stones could possibly fill a room. It seemed that he had to extravacate the Endless Cape as soon as possible. ¡°I¡¯ll arrange it. So what about the other one?¡± ¡°The other type of stone is absolutely extraordinary. First, I can assure you that its radiation won¡¯t cause any harm to animals. From what I see, it¡¯s just some regular light, not the type you are worried about¡­¡± ¡°Radioactive rays.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Of course, there is a chance that the radiation is too weak to be detected. However, if that is the case, I won¡¯t be too worried about its lethality.¡± Celine picked out a chipped stone from the bottle on the right and handed to Roland. She said, ¡°I asked Miss Lucia to break down one of the stones. Its ingredients are very similar to sand¡¯s.¡± ¡°Sand¡¯s?¡± Roland echoed in surprise. ¡°Very strange, right? But it looks like a stone ¡ª or rather some bigger gravel. It¡¯s flexible and will glow when being compressed. I¡¯ve never seen anything stranger than this in my entire life.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Roland fumbled the sample thoughtfully and said, ¡°That¡¯s not quite accurate.¡± ¡°You know what this thing is?¡± ¡°Not really, but it does remind me of something else¡­¡± Roland replied slowly. ¡°Substance is comprised of elements. Apart from elements, its structure also plays a big part in determining its properties. You don¡¯t understand it because you haven¡¯t seen many materials yet.¡± Take carbon for example. When carbon atoms had a tetrahedral molecular geometry, they would become hard diamonds. However, when they had a layered, planar structure, they became crispy, fragile graphite. One layer of graphite was called graphene, which had really great conductivity. When two layers of graphene formed a certain angle, however, they would become a perfect insulator. When they were cooled down to a certain temperature and were injected electrons, they would transform into a superconductor. These three materials were all made of carbon. That was the beauty of physics. In fact, the exploration to the microscopic world was just a tip of an iceberg even by modern standards. In this unknown realm where men could only rely on theories, they were doing exactly the same thing that ancient people had done thousands of years ago. They reorganized and restructured elements to create new materials and inventions. They found the ¡°glowing tablets¡± and Soraya¡¯s coatings mysterious probably not because they contained magic power. But because human beings just knew too little about the world they were living in. Chapter 1130 - A Presumption Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°We know too little?¡± Celine dropped her tentacles, looking a little distressed. ¡°You¡¯re right. The longer I stayed at the Quest Society, the more ignorant I felt I was. The book you brought from the Dream World just blew my mind. I shouldn¡¯t say that the stone is incredible, because there¡¯s something even more incredible than that.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Us,¡± Celine said with a faint smile. ¡°According to that book, everybody is comprised of elements. Like a tree, we¡¯re also constituted of carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen, etc. However, we can laugh, weep and think. That¡¯s more amazing than just being able to illuminate.¡± ¡°I read that book too, but I still can¡¯t believe it,¡± Nightingale remarked on a sigh. ¡°As much as I hate to admit, our skins aren¡¯t a lot different from scaly tree bark.¡± ¡°That¡¯s probably what His Majesty refers to as the beauty of structures.¡± Celine looked at Roland, who did not respond. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± ¡°Hey, are you OK?¡± Roland finally came out of his reveries. He asked blankly, ¡°Celine, what did you say?¡± ¡°We¡¯re more of a wonder than the illuminating stone tablets.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it¡­¡± Roland muttered, feeling something dawning on him. ¡°The so-called stone tablets are not some sort of monuments, but they are people who got killed.¡± ¡°Are you saying ¡ª ¡± Celine said in surprise. ¡°The tablets were those people¡¯s bodies,¡± Roland said slowly with a shudder. They were indeed a type of new creatures entirely different from carbon-based lifeforms ¡ª they were actually silicon-based. As the thought struck him, Roland soon found a reasonable explanation for the ¡°illuminating tablets¡±, and the murals in the temple immediately made sense to him. First of all, why were the tablets so densly patterned? Not only the surface of the tablet was patterned, but its inner part was engraved as well. If this was an artifact, even Anna would find it hard to cut it so deep in a short period of time. According to the two explorers, those tablets were carved in exactly the same way. However, if he viewed this matter from a different angle and regarded those tablets as creatures, that would explain a lot of things. These engravings were probably ¡°blood¡± veins. Under the blood pressure, silicon oxides produced a piezoelectric effect. Those electrical signals thus intertwined with each other and gradually formed thoughts. In the meantime, electric currents transformed into visible light through some mechanism so that these creatures were able to communicate. Roland thought of the giant man and the huge pool of blood depicted in the murals. Oil was actually more stable than water. There might be a specific reason that the enemy of those dead people worshipped radioactive weapons. Strong radiation would interfere electricity and might even render ¡°electronic devices¡± ineffective. That was probably why the ¡°radiation clan¡± put their faith in radioactive weapons. Roland saw in his mind¡¯s eye how the war had begun. Two entirely different civilizations had fought a fierce battle at the Southernmost Region for the relic. The blood of the defeated party had formed the underground river and the Choke Swamp. As their bodies did not decay, they remained underground for thousands of years in the form of tablets. The party who had gained the victory had disappeared, leaving the slightest trace behind them, except the ruin and the Magic Ceremony Cube at the Cage Mountain. Roland could now only trace this distant history via the murals that survived years of frost and winds. This was so unbelievable! ¡°The illuminating tablets are living beings like us?¡± Celine asked meditatively. ¡°Forgive me, but I can¡¯t believe that this is actually true. It just doesn¡¯t make sense to me that those tablets had consciousness and could move about at will. Do you have proof of any of that?¡± Roland managed to remain his composure. He shook his head slightly and said, ¡°This is my personal speculation. The truth might be very different, because from the perspective of evolution, it¡¯s almost impossible for such things to happen.¡± Environment determined how lifeforms came into being. Demons and demonic beasts were, after all, the offsprings of the same biosphere. However, a silicon-based living being evolved in a completely different way. It was not likely that there would be two fundamentally different creatures living in the same natural environment. ¡°But according to you, that fits the stories on the murals¡­¡± Celine said after a moment of silence. ¡°Let¡¯s put it aside for the time being. I believe as long as we continue to do our research, we¡¯ll find the answer. Only in this way will human beings continue to progress.¡± ¡°Sounds very convinceable¡­¡± Nightingale said while twitching her lips. ¡°This is also one of the rules at the Quest Society,¡± Celine replied with a smile. ¡°By the way, I conducted some tests on the illuminating tablets. I was thinking perhaps it could replace the illuminating Magic Stones, but it seems that doesn¡¯t work.¡± ¡°No?¡± Roland said, frowning. When he had read the report, the first thought that had come to his mind was to use the tablets for illumination. Due to the limitation in power generation, lightbulbs were currently only used in the plants and a few residential areas nearby. There was still a long way to go before the mass could enjoy the convenience brought by electricity. If the tablets could be used for lighting, it would definitely make the life in Neverwinter a lot easier. ¡°Well, you can make it work, but it¡¯s too much hassle. Your Majesty, please look at this.¡± Celine then picked out two samples. One was as thin as paper and the other the size of a block of tofu. They were both further sliced into smaller pieces. Celine applied some strength to both of them. Two jets of light erupted from her auxiliary tentacles. The light from the thin fragment was more dazzling than the other. Soon afterwards, the light from the former gradually faded away and stopped illuminating while that from the latter continued to illuminate for another half a minute. Ceine said, ¡°I applied exactly the same amount of strength to the two fragments.¡± Roland immediately took the implication. ¡°Its illumination intensity and lasting power have something to do with its size and the extent to which it¡¯s deformed.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Celine said while tapping her main tentacle. ¡°The light from the tablet fragment will extinguish eventually. The smaller the fragment is, the faster the light goes off, and it will take a very long time to recover its power. If we want to illuminate the whole underground hall, we will probably need hundreds of tablets and place ton of iron on them. When the light goes off, we then need to remove those iron. That¡¯s going to be a huge project.¡± Roland thought he might be able to use an assembly pulley to transport heavy objects if he wanted to use the tablets as stationary lights, though it was a little complicated process. He stared at the lusterless fragment and sank into thought. The smaller the stone fragment was, the easier it would be deformed, and correspondingly, the shorter the light would last. It would be almost like a flash ¡ª ¡°Hang on, a flash?¡± An idea suddenly flashed across Roland¡¯s mind. He immediately had a perfect idea to make the best use of those ¡°tablets¡±, although that might involve a lengthy production process. This had been a historical problem for the First Army, which would just further impede their operations in the future if not solved in a timely fashion. However, he now found a possible solution. He could use the tablets to produce tracers that pointed soldiers directions. Chapter 1131 - The Third Academy 1131 The Third Academy Translator:Transn | Editor: Transn_IOL Roland immediately set off for the ammunition plant at the Third Border City. He knew Anna was not at Neverwinter at the moment, but he believed they could manufacture tracers with the current available technologies. If he intended to mass produce tracers, he had to rely on factory workers rather than Anna. Escorted by his guards, Roland entered the plant where all the workers went down to their knees, both excited and overwhelmed. Looking at the ecstatic look on their faces, Roland realized he had just made a rash decision. However, since he was already here, he had no choice but to hastily turn this unexpected visit into a tour of inspectation. After the exhilarated workers returned to their workstations, Roland immediately came up to the superintendent and said, ¡°Bring the most skillful foreman here. I want him to test out something for me.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± The mechanism of a tracer was simple. It was bascially a bullet head filled with luminescent activators, accelerants and slow burning gunpowder, sealed with a tailpipe and a shard of aluminium foil. When the bullet escaped from the muzzle, the resultant gas would unseal the foil and ignite the slow burning gunpowder and the accelerants, leaving a bright, dazzling trajectory behind. In the technologically advanced modern society, manufacturing tracers was not a big issue. All they needed to do was to add another assembly line. However, in Neverwinter where the development of industrialization was still in its infancy, it would be a lot more difficult to produce tracers. First of all, luminescent activators were usually a mixture of strontium nitrate, powered aluminium and magnesium, and barium peroside, which meant they had to first create these chemicals before mass producing tracers. Roland knew very well the industry level of Neverwinter. Up to this date, the Ministry of Chemical Industry was still not able to guarantee a constant supply of machine guns and ammunition to the First Army, let alone other additional weapons. The superintendant soon brought a worker to Roland. To Roland¡¯s surprise, he was not a withered, gray-haired elder but a young man in his mid twenties. The foreman went down to his knee in the same manner as a knight and asked, ¡°Your Majesty, what can I do for you?¡± Roland understood that Neverwinter was currently industrialized. Unlike traditional handicraftsmanship, the younger generation who learned faster than the elders became the main workforce. The development of technologies closed the gap between the young and the old. Experience was no longer an asset when it came to new production tools. Roland noticed that most workers in key positions were merely around 20 to 30 years old, which indicated that Graycastle was facing a bright future. Roland nodded in satisfaction and said, ¡°I want to add something new to the bullets. Now, listen carefully.¡± Since the ¡°tablets¡± would produce dazzling light upon deformation, all he needed to do was to ignite gunpowder to provide a thrusting force that would create a flare. The mechanism was pretty similar to that of a punching machine. He would first need to carve out a gourd-shaped hole at the bottom of the bullet head and fill the hole with thin-sliced tablets. When the bullet left the muzzle, the expanded gas would push the slices into the hole. As those slices were stuck in the bullet, they could not restore its original shape but remain in a reduced state. The tablets would thus keep illuminating until the electricity within was exhausted. After hearing Roland¡¯s explanation, the worker agreed to work on the project. The next day, Roland found a report on his desk. The result indicated that the experiment was successful. After several attempts, they had managed to produce more than 20 tracers that left a clear, flashy trajectory on the screen. Roland felt very encouraged! Poor visibility at night had been bothering the First Army for years. Even with flares, it would still be hard for them to fire as accurately as in daylight. This problem would become even more serious when soldiers fired from above in the plane. Pilots would have no idea where their bullets landed from the sky even on a clear day. With a tracer to point out directions, they would then have a bigger chance to win the Battle of Divine Will. Traditional tracers would actually deviate from their courses as the luminescent activators reduced. As they became lighter in the air, their centers of gravity shifted. As such, there was an old saying before tracers were widely used in wars, which was, if the target was hit by a tracer, then it meant you had just missed it. Nevertheless, the tablets were a better option in a sense that their weights would not change during the process. Roland only needed to slightly lengthen the bodies of the bullets so that they would work just as the same as normal ones. The only problem left now was how many ¡°tablets¡± there were in the Southernmost Region. ¡­ A week later, the two explorers who had discovered the ruin in the desert arrived at the Shallow Beach. Roland further inquired them about what they had discovered down in the cave at the parlor. The replies from the pair were consistent with the report. Before the Giant Armored Scorpion had appeared, they had walked a few hundred meters until they had reached the ¡°tablet wall¡±. They had no idea as to what was behind it. In other words, they might have only found a very small portion of the ¡°tablets¡±. According to the murals, there should have been tons of bodies. Roland was also very concerned about the natural environment in the cave and the legendary Flowers of Providence that should have been extinctive a long time ago. According to Simbady, the natural environment in the cave was very similar to that of Silver Stream Oasis. If the vast meadows had indeed gone through a desertization after the departure of the Three Gods Emissary, so should have the underground cave underneath the Endless Cape. Perhaps, the legend was not exactly accurate. There might be some other hidden secrets. Roland could not wait to explore the desert. After the meeting, Roland had a private talk with Rex. ¡°Your diving suit is very interesting. The discovery of the ruin would definitely be a part of our history,¡± Roland said while sipping his tea. ¡°To be honest, I¡¯m surprised that you actually applied the steam engine to your invention. Most people have no idea how to use it unless provided with instructions from our tech guys, let alone transforming it. I believe you¡¯re already halfway to the honor of being titled a lifetime honorary explorer.¡± ¡°Th-thank you,¡± Rex stammered in excitement. ¡°It took me half a year to figure out how this machine works. I can offer you a discounted rate for my diving suits, if that pleases you ¡ª ¡± ¡°No, you misunderstood me. I don¡¯t need your diving suits,¡± Roland interrupted him with a smile. ¡°I can certainly make a better one if I want.¡± Rex blinked in confusion, apparently astounded at Roland¡¯s reply. He summoned a really forcible grin and said, ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Roland talked over him, ¡°I don¡¯t really care about whether you think I¡¯m boasting or not. What I really want is ¡ª the Society of Wondrous Crafts.¡± Momentarily stunned, Rex said hesitantly, ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t quite follow you¡­¡± ¡°I know what you¡¯re trying to prove, and I can help you get what you want,¡± Roland said flatly. ¡°There are only two academic schools at present: alchemy and astrology. I believe what you¡¯re doing is very similar to alchemy. Both you and alchemists are creating new things for the mankind. So, why don¡¯t we set up another academic school for wonderous crafts and establish a society for this industry?¡± Rex suddenly felt breathless. He instantly took the implication behind these words. If this was an offer from someone else, Rex would definitely think he was talking sheer nonsense or making fun of him. Compared to the prominent Society of Alchemists and Astrology Association, the Society of Wondrous Crafts was frivolous. Nonetheless, powerful and distinguished as the King of Graycastle was, he might be able to achieve what he had just promised. He swallowed hard and asked in a coarse voice, ¡°And what do you need from me?¡± The king must want something from him if he planned to improve the reputation of the Society of Wondrous Crafts. ¡°Everything.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Ahem, no, I mean that you work for me,¡± Roland corrected himself while clearing his throat. ¡°Move to Neverwinter and become a resident of Graycastle. I take all credit for your work and will have the right to sell and use your inventions. You¡¯ll, on the other hand, gain fame and wealth, as well as an optimal research environment in return.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Rex did not know what to say. Although his work had been constantly criticized by the public and treated with utmost contempt, he viewed his every invention as his own baby. Most members of the Society of Wondrous Crafts would probably feel reluctant to abandon their research to someone else. ¡°I understand you need more time to think about it. Take a rest and think it over,¡± Roland said as he rose to his feet and passed a book across the table. ¡°Let me know your final decision three days later.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, this is¡­¡± Rex asked in confusion as he took the book. ¡°Your reward for the discovery of the ruin,¡± Roland answered with a faint smile. Chapter 1132 - The Effect of the Reward Chapter 1132: The Effect of the Reward Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Simbady was waiting for Rex in the yard. ¡°How did that go? Is the chief interested in your diving suit?¡± Simbady asked brightly, who had now pretty much viewed Rex as one of his friends. ¡°What¡¯s your reward for the discovery? Did you get the title of the honorary explorer?¡± Rex shook his head, crestfallen, and replied, ¡°He isn¡¯t going to purchase my diving suit¡­¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Simbady said, a little downhearted, but he soon encouraged Rex, ¡°Graycastle might not need your diving suit, but the Chambers of Commerce at the Fjords will definitely notice your invention. You said the ocean is a huge treasury, didn¡¯t you?¡± He did say that. In fact, he had anticipated a huge amount of reward from Roland. Apparently, the King of Graycastle took the diving suit very seriously, and that was why he had requested a meeting. Rex¡¯s original plan was to become an honorary explorer and thereby further advertise his diving suit at the Fjords Islands. Yet the reality was¡­ He managed a bitter smile and answered, ¡°His Majesty just gave me a book.¡± Simbady was frozen for a second and then asked, ¡°What?¡± He peered down at what Rex was holding and said, ¡°So this is¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s it,¡± Rex said, nodding resignedly. The book was not thick. It only contained dozens of pages, without a single word on its cover. The cover was neither gilded, and nor did it have a floral printing. Even a regular noble would grant him a better prize than this shabby, battered book. He would definitely not gain exposure from this reward but instead become a laughingstock. ¡°The chief shouldn¡¯t be that kind of person¡­¡± Simbady said as he stomped indignantly. ¡°Even I received 20 gold royals from him. You, as the organizer of this exploration, deserve more remuneration than me!¡± Rex appreciated Simbady¡¯s heartiness. However, he knew there was no point of questioning the king¡¯s decision, because the king had offered to help him realize his dream. He was just being hesitant to take this offer. Just at that moment, a guard came over to him and said, ¡°Your Majesty has arranged accommodation for you. Please follow me.¡± ¡°Thanks a lot,¡± Rex said as he bowed and signaled Simbady to follow him. At any rate, he needed to read the book first. Then he heard a strange buzz when he stepped out of the Castle District. The buzz sounded like roars of distant thunders except it was little crispier. Rex looked in the direction of that sound in curiosity. He spied a barely visible black dot flicker in the distant sky. ¡°Is that a bird?¡± Rex wondered but soon denied this thought. How could a bird a few miles away produce such a loud noise? Simbady also noticed this unusual phenomenon. His manner tightened like a soldier on heightened alert. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ coming toward us!¡± ¡°Is that an enemy?¡± Rex said in surprise. ¡°An enemy in the king¡¯s city of Graycastle?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ but it¡¯s definitely not a bird!¡± ¡°Relax,¡± the guard leading them the way answered placidly. ¡°That¡¯s just Her Highness playing with her new toy. I couldn¡¯t believe it at first either, but you¡¯ll get used to it.¡± ¡°Her Highness¡¯¡­ toy?¡± The two men echoed, aghasted. ¡°His Majesty advised Princess Tilly to confine her activities to the testing site, but she thinks the field isn¡¯t large enough for a complete flight test. She can¡¯t fly to the residential area, industrial district or the Swirling Sea, so that leaves her with no choice but to fly in the Castle District,¡± the guard explained nonchalantly. ¡°But I have the impression that the princess is just showing off her skills to His Majesty.¡± They still did not understand at all. However, Rex noticed that the guard took pride in what the princess did. In a few seconds, that black dot drew closer to them with an earsplitting roar, and then Rex saw the most incredible scene in his life. A winged metal artifact whistled past him, casting a vast shadow much bigger than a seagull¡¯s on the ground. From its enormous size, Rex judged it must be very heavy. However, this heavy iron beast was now soaring the sky. Meanwhile, he also saw a woman sitting on it, though not very clearly, and was positive that the machine was manned. Fan¡­¡± A name suddenly flashed across Rex¡¯s mind. The Society of Wondrous Crafts was not an organization that emphasized distinctive properties of hierarchy. Rex had not been particularly close to Fan. He had only seen him fly during that open flight test. If truth be told, he was a little resentful of Fan. Because of Fan¡¯s unrealistic daydream, the reputation of the Society of Wondrous Crafts suffered even more scathing criticism after his test had miserably failed. However now, another person achieved what Fan had failed, in a more flamboyant way. Watching the winged iron beast hovering around the castle, Rex felt a molten wave of astonishment rise inside him. ¡­ The guard took them to a hotel called ¡°Foreign Affairs Building¡± and said, ¡°I¡¯m Sean. You can come to see me at the Castle District once you¡¯ve made your decision.¡± With these words, he turned around and strode off. Simbady had still not recovered from the shock as he muttered prays to Three Gods under his breath and peered through windows every now and then, positively terrified, but still half expected to see that incredible flying object once more. Rex, on the other hand, locked himself up in his bedroom. He gazed at the book for a good 15 minutes as if hoping to see through Roland¡¯s mind before he opened the book. During that 15-minute contemplation, he had revolved numerous presumptions in his head, expecting to see some articles introducing Neverwinter¡¯s customs and traditions, a generous job offer in the disguise of a book, or even a blatant threat ordering the members of the Society of Wondrous Crafts to move to Neverwinter. But he saw none of them. There was only one line on the first page of the book: physical law of buoyancy. ¡°Any body completely or partially submerged in a fluid at rest is acted upon by a buoyant force, the magnitude of which is equal to the weight of the fluid displaced by the body.¡± Rex did not grasp the sentence at first. However, after he read it a few times, his eyes gradually widened with comprehension. Rex quickly flipped to the second page where he saw a full page of arithmetic formulas. Each formula was explained in great detail to help him better understand the concept. Soon, his eyes were glued to the book. All these concepts, such as volume, density and buoyancy, were quite familiar but also strangely foreign to him at the same time. They were no longer mere vague descriptions but concrete units and numbers, with which one could easily know via simple calculation whether an object would float or sink in water and how far this object would go. Almost instantly Rex thought of the steel ships and hydrogen ballons sold to the Fjords, and everything seemed to dawn on him. The book also introduced a submersible craft capable of independent operation underwater. Although it was just hypothetical at present, according to those formulas, Rex believed he could make it happen. At the end of the book, Rex saw a huge, very strange-looking ship that could not only float on water like an ordinary ship but could also dive into water like a fish. It could accommodate at least several hundred people. Once it was submerged in water, it would be impervious to even the most furious storm. Rex was utterly shocked. He was also, at the same time, discouraged and frustrated. Like a person who had just caught a glimpse of an unknown realm after an arduous journey and was about to celebrate his recent success, somebody pointed him the entire winding path to the unexplored world lying before him. Rex was certain there was more than one flying iron beast in Neverwinter. He now understood what the ¡°reward¡± meant. If he refused the King of Graycastle¡¯s offer, he could further his diving career and take it to the next level with the help of this book. However, in that case, the best he could possibly achieve was the submersible craft, and he would probably never be able to build that submarine described at the end of the book. If he accepted the offer, this book would then become a powerful marketing tool to bring new wonders to the Society of Wondrous Crafts. Chapter 1133 - Shadow Tides Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Meanwhile in the east of the Swirling Sea. A huge fleet comprised of five columns were floating around the Shadow Islands. The most distinctive ship among them was the ¡°Snow Wind¡±, its colossal black iron body and the dark smoke billowing from the chimney standing out from all the other ships. The deck of the ¡°Snow Wind¡± was now teeming with busy sailors. They were all running back and forth to make final preparation for the journey to the islands. Thunder was instructing his team at the bridge, ¡°You¡¯re all great explorers at the Fjords. Many of you have been to the Shadow Waters, so I¡¯ll make it short. These islands are not stationary. It will be really foggy there when the water rises. So, you have to be extremely careful, understand?¡± ¡°Captain, don¡¯t worry,¡± a first mate promised as he patted his chest. ¡°I¡¯ve been working with you for years. When did you see me make a mistake? I¡¯m more worried about the four Chambers of Commerce. They have a higher chance to make errors.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. It wouldn¡¯t be that easy to maneuver three-masted ships through those underwater reefs. It would be much safer if they ride on small boats.¡± ¡°They probably think their giant ships are as nimble as the ¡®Snow Wind¡¯. We aren¡¯t going to help them if they hit a rock!¡± Everbody guffawed with laughter. ¡°If they¡¯re worried that we¡¯re going to keep treasures to ourselves, just ask their captains to hop on our ship!¡± ¡°Those Chambers of Commerce apparently want to butt in on us!¡± ¡°I told you they¡¯re all old cunning farts.¡± ¡°But if we want to go further in the east, we have to have a huge fleet. There¡¯s nothing we can do about it.¡± Watching the roving mob, Camilla Dary heaved an almost inaudible sigh. Over the past one month, she had gained a basic understanding of the Shadow Waters. It appeared that this area was the center of the Swirling Sea where tides originated. The water level changed drastically when tides rose and receded. When water went down, thousands of reefs floated up above the surface of the water and formed numerous individual islands. The tides at the Sleeping Island were nothing compared to the ones here. What was more incredible was that there had not been a single map of Shadow Islands up to this date despite that it had been discovered more than a decade ago. The reason for that was that the hidden rocks around here were constantly moving, including that enormous ruin. They had to wait for all the rocks to come out of the surface before crossing the ocean. Because of that, it was extremely hard to sail through this area. However, these sailors looked more like a group of ferocious bandits than professional explorers. Explorers were highly respected among Fjords people, but among explorers themselves, they rarely respected each other. Most explorers preferred to act alone, who rarely took orders from others unless the other party was seemingly influential like Thunder. As a former noble, Camila felt slightly disgusted about the jeers and boos. She would never have joined these people with Joan had this not been an order from Princess Tilly. She was surprised that she started to miss the First Army in Neverwinter. At least, the soldiers of the First Army maintained absolute silence when they carried out a mission. They always stood erect, with a brisk and crisp air that afforded a pleasant vista to contemplate. Camila thus quietly left the command room at the bridge for the deck. She immediate spotted Joan who was playing at the stern of the ship, accompanied by Ms. Margaret. At the sight of Camila, Joan immediately sought refuge from Margaret, only poking half of her head out. Camila felt a little dispirited. Joan got along fairly well with the witches back in Neverwinter and had even made friends with Maggie and Lightning. She did not understand why Joan would not accept her like she accepted everybody else. She had known Joan for a very long time, longer than anyone except Margaret. Margaret asked smilingly, ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Not in a good mood?¡± She pointed at her own lips and said, ¡°Your face gave you away.¡± ¡°No,¡± Camila said distractedly. ¡°I¡¯m just¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t like the atmosphere in the command room, right?¡± Margaret said as if having seen through her mind. ¡°I told you not to worry about the exploration. Leave it to the guys. You just relax and enjoy this trip.¡± ¡°How can I?¡± Camila replied, her brows furrowed. ¡°I can¡¯t place my life in their hands.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t trust Thunder?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Margaret held her hand and paced to the railing. ¡°I admire your sense of responsibility, otherwise Lady Tilly would not entrust the Sleeping Island to you. However, sometimes, you need to learn to trust people, not only Thunder but also Lady Tilly¡­¡± ¡°How can I not trust Princess Tilly?¡± Camila thought but remained silent all the same. She had been opposed to their relocation to Neverwinter from the beginning. ¡°You would go crazy if you¡¯re always so strained on the sea,¡± Magaret went on. ¡°They can be boisterous, but I can assure you they¡¯re all excellent sailors.¡± Camila finally got a chance to cut in, ¡°Just a disclaimer, I didn¡¯t say anything¡­¡± ¡°But you¡¯re thinking that way, right?¡± Margaret talked over her. ¡°Haha, that¡¯s OK. The nobles in the Four Kingdoms view us as barbarians, and we view Mojins just as the nobles view us. To be honest, I only see one noble who never discriminates people based on background.¡± That was Roland Wimbledon. As much as Camila hated to admit it, this was the name that came to her mind. Roland had openly claimed to support witches four years ago. Camila now had no reason whatsoever to believe that Roland was plotting something, because the very witch he had rescued back then had now become the Queen of Graycastle. Did she just need to put more faith in him? While Camila was lost in thought, the ocean started to roar at a distance, as though molten waves were foaming and thousands of fishes swarming toward them. Camila was not sure whether this was her hallucination, for from what she could see, the sea was still perfectly tranquil. ¡°The water is going down,¡± Margaret murmured. ¡°Ya¡­ Ya¡­¡± Joan squeaked, tugging Margaret¡¯s sleeves nervously. Around 15 minutes later, Camila saw changes. A pointy stone started to rise from the surface of the water, and then more stones appeared. Rather than islands, what she saw was a sea of rocks and boulders. After the water dropped five meters, Camila saw reefs gradually reveal themselves underneath those stone pillars. She held her breath. This was her first time to see such an amazing scene. As the water level plummeted, the horizon seemed to be floating above the islands. Camila knew this was just a trick of the eye. Now the entire Shadow Waters transformed into a slope, with the horizon being the crest of the hill. In spite of all of these changes, the sea was still surprisingly serene and motionless. After around two hours, mists started to rise around the islands, and the Shadow Waters finally unveiled its mask, showing its true nature. Chapter 1134 - Plunge into the Sea ¡°Woo¡ªwoo¡ª¡± The ¡°Snow Wind¡± produced a low, deep whistle. That was the sailing signal. The first four ships at the front set their sails and left the fleet. The ships of the four Chambers of Commerce, including Crescent Moon Bay, Sunset Island, Shallow Water Town and Twin Dragon Island, followed the ¡°Snow Wind¡± into the Shadow Waters. Their vision blurred and sunlight became dismal. They had entered an entirely different world after sailing 1,000 meters. The deck was now shrouded in thick mist. Camilla noticed that the ship had stopped wobbling. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The engine is off,¡± Margaret answered. ¡°The trick to safely pass through this area is to be low. Maybe it doesn¡¯t apply to small boats, but for a large ship like this, we just need to glide over the slope. Look around.¡± Camila looked in the direction Margaret pointed at and saw all the ships from the Chambers of Commerce had lowered their sails to half-mast, some of which were facing each other, which was definitely not a scene normally seen during a regular voyage. Also, a brazer had been set up at both the bow and stern of each ship to mark the ship¡¯s location. Even so, Camila could only see two ships looming against the fog, the third one completely out of sight in the depths of the mist. The faint firelights flickered ominously, and the fourth ship seemed to have totally disappeared in the mist. ¡°Are we going downhill?¡± Camila asked suspiciously. After living in the Sleeping Island for a while, she had learned something about the ocean. When the seawater rose in submerged caves and cracks, whirlpools would emerge on the surface of the water. The smaller ones were one-finger wide, whereas the larger ones could be a few meters. However, at any rate, the water would be directed to the center of the whirlpools and spinned faster as it drew close to the vortex. Camilla had thought it was the vast vista of the ocean that made the movement of water currents indiscernible. However, now the fleet had reached the depth of the Shadow Waters, so she should see something happen. Much to her dismay, some algae was drifting off on the surface of the water! This indicated that the water currents did not alter their directions at all, at least not here! ¡°It looks incredible, but that¡¯s the fact,¡± Margaret said, nodding. ¡°If there was a huge whirlpool here when tides receded, we wouldn¡¯t have come here, because that would be the largest and deepest whirlpool in the ocean. There would be no chance of survival. Since the ocean remains surprisingly tranquil, Thunder wants to look into this matter.¡± Margaret broke off and looked at Joan who was now gazing at the sea. ¡°Normally, it was impossible for human beings to dive to the bottom of the sea, but your ability gives us a ray of hope.¡± Camilla looked around, her eyes darting from the surrounding wet stone pillars and reefs, feeling a jolt of panic rise from her stomach. She could see the stones around her clearly. However, for the rocks farther away, she could only catch a glimpse of their silhouettes in various shades. They somehow reminded her of many grisly, outstretched clawed hands that usually appeared in a nightmare. ¡°Ya! Fish! Red fish!¡± Joan squeaked suddenly. Camila turned around and saw a bright red ¡°river¡± emerge abruptly on the right side of the ¡°Snow Wind¡±. Although Thunder had told her about it earlier, the sudden appearance of the river still shocked her. ¡°The Ghost Shadow Red River.¡± A special river comprised of fishes. ¡°Oh, stop clicking your tongue. red scaly fish isn¡¯t tasty,¡± Margaret said as she patted Joan on the head. ¡°As long as we marshal along the Ghost Shadow Red River, we¡¯ll reach the triangular tower ruin. Princess Tilly should have told you already. There¡¯s a weird telescope-like instrument in the tower, through which you¡¯ll be able to see a vast land you¡¯ve never laid your eyes on. That¡¯s the purpose of this trip.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what she told me.¡± ¡°Unfortunately, we¡¯re not going to the ancient ruin this time, otherwise you¡¯ll be able to see that magnificent ruin,¡± Margaret said in a sorrowful tone. ¡°No¡­ I¡¯m fine with that,¡± Camila replied briskly. She would rather not visit this area ever again. ¡°Your reaction is exactly the opposite of Her Highness¡¯,¡± Margaret said, giggling. After another two hours, the ¡°Snow Wind¡± staggered to a halt before a large reef island, followed by the three-masted ships of the four Chambers of Commerce. After all the ships anchored, all the captains gathered around on the deck of the ¡°Snow Wind¡±. ¡°Wow, everyone¡¯s here. Very impressive,¡± the first mate of the ¡°Snow Wind¡± remarked scathingly while twitching his lips. ¡°I thought you would run into a rock and ask us for help in tears.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not the only good sailor and captain here,¡± the members of the four Chambers of Commerce shot back. ¡°The steel ship is great, but I¡¯m not sure about the crews on it.¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Thunder interjected. ¡°I¡¯m glad everybody has made it. Did you come across any problems on the way here?¡± ¡°No,¡± the superintendents of the Chambers of Commerce replied. ¡°Nothing happened, not even a Sea Ghost. It was extraordinarily quiet this time.¡± ¡°I¡¯m surprised too. Normally there¡¯ll be a few poor lads dragged down into the water by Sea Ghosts.¡± ¡°Is it because we chose a different route and avoided the ancient ruin? Does that mean those monsters prefer the ruin to be their lair?¡± ¡°It looks like so.¡± Thunder thought for a while and waved everybody into silence. He then said, ¡°In that case, let¡¯s get going. The water will rise up again in the evening, so we¡¯d better reach the bottom of the sea by then. If there¡¯s nothing down there, we must leave before tides come, otherwise we¡¯ll get stuck here on the islands.¡± With these words, he looked at the two witches and said, ¡°Joan, Ms. Camilla, we¡¯ll place the matter in your hands.¡± ¡°Ya,¡± Joan said, nodding with a serious look. ¡°As long as you can ask those guys to shut up,¡± Camilla grumbled as she swept over the explorer with a cold glance. ¡°Just a disclaimer. I need to be highly concentrated when I channel Joan. If anyone interrupt my work, I¡¯ll have to start all over again!¡± After Thunder promised her there would be no interruption, Camilla put her hand on Joan¡¯s shoulder and closed her eyes. She felt a surge of dizziness, and then she saw what Joan was seeing. ¡°Off you go,¡± Camilla said within herself. ¡°If we¡¯re disconnected or you are in danger, come back as soon as possible, OK? Don¡¯t force yourself. Your friends are waiting for you.¡± Hearing the word ¡°friends¡±, Joan shuddered imperceptibly, and her eyes became determined. ¡°Got it, ya!¡± she said resolutely. Joan then jumped backwards into the sea. Camilla instantly felt a cooling sensation. All her fatigue was gone. But she knew this was just an illusion. That was what Joan felt, and she was simply channeling Joan¡¯s feeling. ¡°How does that go?¡± Thunder asked. ¡°Everything is going well. Joan¡¯s now 50 meters down the water,¡± Camilla replied. ¡°The stone pillars aren¡¯t getting any thicker, and nor are the reefs¡­ I haven¡¯t seen any seabeds or mountains yet.¡± This was her task. Although Joan could see everything underwater, she could not put them into words. The only way to know what she saw was through channeling.¡± ¡°She¡¯s now more than 100 meters down there. The surroundings are significantly darker, but she can still see everything clearly. There are still stone pillars and reefs. We haven¡¯t reached the bottom yet,¡± Camilla muttered. ¡°Damn, that¡¯s so deep. Perhaps those islands and rocks aren¡¯t real islands but are¡­¡± ¡°Are what?¡± somebody questioned. Camilla swallowed hard and answered, ¡°Are just larger stone pillars.¡± Chapter 1135 Chapter 1135: A Drastic Change Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°The Swirling Sea is huge. It¡¯s perfectly normal that it has some strange geographical features,¡± Thunder said after a moment of silence. ¡°I¡¯ve seen weathered rocky mountains in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. They¡¯re pretty similar to those stone pillars although they¡¯re not that long.¡± ¡°But unlike the land, there¡¯s no wind underwater¡­¡± Camilla left her words unsaid. ¡°Wind?¡± Joan¡¯s voice suddenly popped up in Camilla¡¯s head. ¡°There¡¯s wind here.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Camilla asked quickly. ¡°Um, didn¡¯t I make that clear?¡± Thunder replied with a cough. ¡°Then I¡¯ll repeat¡­ Back in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, I saw ¡ª ¡± ¡°Not you. I was asking Joan!¡± Camilla snapped. She knew she was being rude, but she had no choice and had to interrupt Thunder. ¡°Joan just said something¡­ There¡¯s wind at the bottom of the sea!¡± The spectators on the deck were all mildly taken aback. ¡°I can¡¯t feel it, but I can hear it¡­ Listen, did you hear that?¡± Camilla immediately concentrated. She knew as the channeling witch, she could hear whatever Joan heard. Instantly, she heard wind howl down the water just as air whistled out from a crack. ¡°I¡¯ll dive further,¡± Joan said. ¡°But I have to change my position.¡± With these words, she untied her dress and her legs made contact with the water. Blue scales started to emerge from her ankles and crept up her legs. She now had a mermaid tail. Suddenly, Camilla felt all the pressure weighing upon her vanish. She marveled at how far and fast the tail propelled her through water. She swam even faster than a fish. This was what Joan really looked like! Joan dived even faster. ¡°200 meters deep, and the wind seems to be louder¡­ Still nothing has changed undersea.¡± ¡°400 meters. It¡¯s completely dark. Luckily, Joan doesn¡¯t need light to see things. The stone pillars¡­ are still deeper down there, and there are now new pillars.¡± ¡°Could you stretch the rope a little farther?¡± ¡°Damn it, how deep is the water now? 600 or 800? Joan isn¡¯t sure. However, the stone pillars ¡ª ¡± Camilla broke off. ¡°No, that¡¯s¡­ impossible¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Thunder asked. Camilla felt an ineffable chill run down her spine. ¡°The pillars, the pillars¡­ disappeared!¡± ¡°Disappeared? As in it vanished?¡± Thunder pursued, his brows furrowed as he turned around to look at the sea. The reefs were still there. Camilla held her own trembling hands and said, ¡°There¡¯s no seabed¡­ nothing¡­ They¡¯re suspended in the water!¡± Everybody gasped. Through Joan¡¯s eyes, Camilla only saw the upper part of those stone pillars floating in the water. Their lower parts looked completely chopped off by some invisible force. Large reefs were simply suspended in the middle of the ocean in a creepy sort of way. This was beyond the scope of her understanding. ¡°Suspended? Are you saying these islands are floating on the water?¡± ¡°By the name of the Three Gods, they¡¯re all solid rock!¡± ¡°Woman, are you sure about what you see?¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible. Even if they¡¯re floating, they can¡¯t remain in the same position all the time. Without an anchor, the water currents would flush the Shadow Islands toward the Fjords!¡± The deck exploded with discussion. ¡°Silence!¡± Thunder hollered at the crowd and they immediately became quiet. ¡°Are all the reefs floating like that?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ They¡¯re in different lengths,¡± Camilla mumbled. ¡°We haven¡¯t reached the very bottom of those pillars yet.¡± Meanwhile, Joan slowed down. Even as a mermaid, Joan had a limit. Just then, Camilla noticed a weird phenomenon. Some pillars near Joan seemed to be stretched. Those pillars were like tree trunks as they went straight down to the bottom of the ocean. Their ends were out of sight due to the darkness, and it was hard for Camilla to tell how long they actually were. What caught her attention was the patterns on the pillars and some barnacles attached to them. The pillars started to elongate at some point in the middle, whereas the barnacles, which supposed to be in a round shape, turned oval. They looked particularly strange compared to the normal pillars and barnacles a few meters away. ¡°Do you want to take a closer look?¡± asked Joan, who sensed Camilla¡¯s bewilderment. ¡°They do look weird.¡± ¡°OK,¡± Camilla said while clearing her throat. ¡°Be careful.¡± Joan started to slowly draw close to a pillar and stretched out her hand to touch the strange barnacles. Suddenly, something horrible happened. Camilla saw Joan¡¯s scaly fingers elongate. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Joan stretched out her hands in confusion. ¡°Is this an illusion?¡± Camilla suddenly had a sense of foreboding. Just when Camilla was about to inform Thunder, Joan stopped moving and stared at a fish that streaked past her nose. It was just a silvery eel that was about an arm¡¯s length long. However, when it passed the mermaid girl, it instantly stretched to around five meters and turned into something like a ¡°sea snake¡± that instantly plummeted to the bottom of the sea. Within a few seconds, the silvery eel was stretched to its maximum and its tail was still in Joan¡¯s sight, but its head was already lost in the darkness. By that point, the eel was more than 100 meters in length! Within a blink of an eye, it disappeared in the sea with a flash of silver. It was as if it was sucked into something! All the little hairs on the back of Camilla¡¯s neck stood up! She yelled, ¡°Get out of there! The exploration is over. Come back!¡± But it was too late. Joan struggled and her upper body still in the same position, but her tail was being horribly stretched to more than ten meters. It was as if something was dragging her down. With panic creeping into her voice, Joan asked, ¡°What¡­ what should I do? Camilla, what should I do?¡± ¡°Move faster¡­ don¡¯t stop. Kick harder! You can do it!¡± Camilla shouted hysterically. However, Joan was sinking even faster. No matter how hard Joan moved her tail, she was sinking rapidly as though she was being sucked into a swamp. Now not only her tail was effected but her torso and hands started to elongate. Upon realizing what was happening, Joan stretched out her hands in despair and cried, ¡°Help me¡­¡± ¡°No!¡± Before Camilla could finish, she passed out. Camilla opened her eyes. Sweat started to drip from the tip of her nose and fell onto the back of her hand as she braced herself on the floor. Only then did she notice that she was covered with a fine sheen of cold sweat. ¡°What happened? Is Joan in danger?¡± Thunder asked as he helped her to her feet. It took Camilla a long time to come out of her trance. She muttered blankly, ¡°I don¡¯t know. The channeling¡­ was disrupted.¡± Chapter 1136 - Sea and Sky Chapter 1136: Sea and Sky Translator: Transn Editor: Transn It was a split second that contained an eternity. Joan saw her body lengthen in the pitch-black ocean indefinitely until a white speck of light slid into her view. Then the white fleck burst into a haze of blazing white light that blinded her. The next moment, the memory that her body had been stretched beyond the human limit gradually came back, and she heard a deafening roar of water. The sound shattered the tranquility of the deep sea. She felt she was spinning in a whirl, but soon denied this thought. A whirl only spinned around its center, but the water torrents here constantly crashed into each other, which was why they produced such earsplitting sounds. Even Joan, as a mermaid girl, found it hard to keep her balance. Everything was out of control. She was flushed down by the thunderous water torrents like a feather on a stormy sea. ¡°Where am I?¡± she thought. Although she had no idea what this place was, she was positive that this was not the depth of the ocean, as she could not feel huge water pressure weigh upon her scales. She gathered that the water was no more than 100 meters deep, which meant she could soon reach the surface of the water. Nevertheless, no matter how hard she tried to reconnect Camilla, there was no response from the other end. This urged upon her to swim up and get herself out of danger. Fortunately, swimming was much easier than changing directions. She strained to raise her head and rose slowly against the rush of water. When she rose out of the water, her eyes huge in bewilderment. The Shadow Islands seemed to have vanished in the thin air. She could only spy rocks around and above her. The vast sea had transformed into a narrow ¡°stream¡± that stretched a few hundred meters. The tumultuous seawater ran wildly, her eyes screwing up against the equally wild wind. The wuthering wind and the wind she had heard earlier down the bottom of the sea vied with each other. Joan turned around, blinded by the light behind. The water currents were now rushing to that light source. ¡°Am I¡­ going to be flushed down again?¡± Before she could stop it, she had been pushed into the haze by the resounding currents. Then the surrounding became quiet instantly. Everything seemed to be far away from her. For a moment, Joan felt she was flying, her body so light she could not feel it. The next moment, it suddenly dawned on her that she was indeed floating in midair! There was the blue sea underneath, 1,000 meters apart! She was no longer surrounded by those rocks but actually in the sky. The light she had seen was the sunlight peeping through clouds. The seawater gushing from the cave had now become a large waterfall. ¡°But¡­ I¡¯m not Maggie or Lightning. I can¡¯t fly!¡± Joan thought. The next moment, she started to plummet. ¡°Ya ¡ª Ya ¡ª Ya ¡ª ¡± SPLASH! After a frightening long drop, Joan plunged into the water. She would have probably been scared to death had she not watched a similar scene in the magic movie. When she came out of the water again, she heaved a deep sigh of relief. ¡°Why did I end up floating in the sky? I had been deep down the ocean a moment ago!¡± Joan wondered. At this thought, Joan stared up and was frozen on the spot. ¡°God almighty, what is it?¡± She could not believe her eyes. A huge rock was suspending in the air, so large that she could only see the side facing her. It cast an enormous shadow on the sea as dark clouds overcast the sky. A few white puffs of clouds scudded across the rock, giving her the impression that she was looking at the crest of a towering mountain rather than a gigantic rock. Nevertheless, this ¡°mountain¡± seemed to be more magnificent than the Impassable Mountain Range. Joan judged that the rock must be 100 meters thick. On the humongous rock were many cracks, the shortest stretching a few hundred meters and the longest a few kilometers. Seawater gushed out of those cracks, forming a huge waterfall connecting the sea and the sky. As the water converged, the ocean waves foamed and splattered. Joan believed even Thunder had never seen such amazing scenery. Although she did not know where she was, she was sure that this place was very far away from the Fjords and the Graycastle. Otherwise, people would have noticed such a huge rock in the sky. ¡°Can I¡­ still go back?¡± Joan returned to the water, a few bubbles coming out of her mouth. SPLASH! Just then, she heard another splash, as though something else had fallen into the sea. ¡°Is there someone else like me?¡± After doing a quick calculation of the distance between that fallen object and herself, Joan dived into the water and swam in the direction of that splashing sound. She swam for around seven minutes until she saw what had fallen into the water. It was a strange boat, as large as the three-masted ship she had seen, its lower part a combination of a fish and a squid. The upper part of the boat was a ribcage, which housed a pulp of inner organs. The entire boat looked like a dead body of a half-eaten animal that made Joan felt a jolt of nausea. However, the monster was not dead. After it fell into the water, it started to swim in the direction of the ocean waves with its four fins. Joan¡¯s eyes followed it, and then she was astonished at what she saw! A little way farther on, a fleet of similar monsters lined up in the ocean, sliding in and out of her sight as the water rose and fell. After the monster that had just fallen into the water joined them, the fleet marched slowly toward the east and disappeared from her view. Joan was relieved. She wondered what she should do next. Since the boat-shaped monster had fallen from the sky, there might be some other grisly enemy. Although she had never seen such monsters before, Joan did not think a good idea to approach them. Ever since she had become a witch, her instinct had never lied to her. ¡°Don¡¯t force yourself. Your friends are waiting for you.¡± Camilla¡¯s words came floating out of her memories. Then she thought of the smiling faces of Lightning, Maggie and Lorgar. She wanted to go back. She had never had such a strong desire in her entire life. She yearned to return to Neverwinter, the place where she had only lived for a winter but had made many friends. She was longing to meet everybody again! ¡°Ya!¡± Joan shouted self-encouragingly and swam to the west after she figured out where she should go. No matter how vast the ocean was, it had a boundary. Also, Lightning had told her once that the earth was a sphere. As long as she swam on, she would see her friends from the Exploration Group again! She was certain about it! ¡­ ¡°We have to go,¡± Thunder said as he looked at Camilla Dary who was stooping over the railing. ¡°Our destination isn¡¯t the Shadow Islands. We¡¯re wasting our supplies. It has been three days. I don¡¯t think I can force the fleet to continue to stay here any longer.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Camilla said apprehensively, ¡°Joan¡¯s not back yet.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault,¡± Thunder said as he patted Camilla on the shoulder. ¡°Waiting for her here won¡¯t make things any better. Do you remember what you said earlier? There are two reasons for the disconnection. One is that the connected individual is dead, and the other is that you guys are two far apart. If you insist it was the second scenario, we have a greater reason not to linger on.¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­ that we should look for her to the east of the Sealine?¡± ¡°To be completely honest, the chance that we find her there is slim, but it¡¯s better than waiting here doing nothing,¡± Thunder said good-naturedly. ¡°Remember that Joan is special. A sailor will definitely die if he¡¯s drowned in water, but Joan won¡¯t. She has lived undersea for more than a decade, so she could survive without us.¡± ¡°I¡­ I see,¡± Camilla said while biting her lip. ¡°Then I¡¯ll come with you, to the ¡®Sealine¡¯.¡± ¡°No,¡± Thunder interrupted her. ¡°I can¡¯t let you continue with our adventure under this condition. I promised to King Roland. No matter what happens, I¡¯m obligated to bring you back to Neverwinter after the exploration of the Shadow Islands. They need you to fight the demons. Plus, only His Majesty knows what had possibly happened to Joan at the bottom of the sea. Your information is crucial,¡± he paused for a few seconds and then said solemnly, ¡°We all have our own responsibilities, and all of us need to fulfill our duties. That¡¯s what we should do.¡± Camilla closed her eyes, sad and agonized. Two hours later, the ¡°Snow Wind¡± whistled. The fleet set their sails and headed toward the far east. One of the ships left the fleet and headed in the direction it was coming. The two parties parted and soon, neither of them could see each other as the other gradually disppeared in their views. Chapter 1137 - The Banished Senior Demon Translator: Transn Editor: Transn At the front near Tower Station No. 9 at the Fertile Plains. ¡°The target is 6¡ä 4¡± in the northeast, at 6,500 miles. We request for artillery fire.¡± Sylvie lied on her stomach on Maggie¡¯s back, looking down at the vast land below. The ground had been excavated around two or three days ago. The air was saturated with the fresh smell of soil. ¡°Copy,¡± Shavy answered curtly over the Sigil of Listening. ¡°Fire in five minutes.¡± She then added, ¡°Please be careful.¡± Sylvie looked in the direction of Taquila. From where she stood, she could spy the ruin of the Holy City. Although it was more than 50 kilometers away from her and was no bigger than a finger nail from this distance, she somehow felt it was within her reach. Sihouletting against the forest, the ruined city looked like a miniscule sculpture long forgotten. While the ruin was beyond the vision of the Eye of Magic, Sylvie could still sense the glimmers of that bright red fleck. As long as the red speck remained stationary, they were safe. ¡°Alright, got it.¡± Sylvie slid the Sigil carefully into her pocket, patted Maggie¡¯s broad back and said, ¡°Climb a little bit higher.¡± ¡°Awh!¡± Maggie, who had now transformed into a Devilbeast, produced a long howl, her giant wings sprouting from her shoulder blades and flapping against the wind. She was now even larger than two normal Devilbeasts put together, even larger than the mutated Devilbeast ridden by Kabradhabi. Neverthless, Maggie was overall colossal even when she was in the form of a pigeon. After they rose around 100 meters, they heard distant roars crack through the air. Then several earth pillars rose from the ground at the front, which immediately rippled and sent grass flying in the sky. Shockwaves rocked the ground. Such a powerful explosion was always delightful to behold. It was not long before a second and a third rounds of explosion took place. The Artillery Battalion was now able to direct their shells accurately to their designated spots. Since it was difficult to calculate the exact targetted area, Sylvie simply did a rough estimate. The area was around 16,400 square meters, almost as large as the Castle District in Neverwinter, which was the district she was most familiar with. As the Artillery Battalion continued to fire, Sylvie soon saw broken limbs exhaled from the cloud of dust. A 152-caliber grenade would create a one-meter deep hole in the ground, whereas the demons could go no deeper than 50 centimeters underground even when the earth was permeated with the Red Mist. For the land uncorrupted by the Red Mist, the demons could hide underneath the ground but just barely. If a shell landed right on their heads, they would literally be blasted into smithereens. Further, not only the grenade itself could kill a demon but the aftermath shockwaves could do so as well. As the demons were edging closely to the surface of the ground, any shockwaves within a radius of 20 meters would be fatal to the demons. His Majesty called this type of random attack ¡°sweep¡±. After five rounds of fierce bombardment, around 100 demons crept out from underground and started to retreat. ¡°The enemy has come out. They¡¯re all Mad Demons. Please fire at the same shooting angle,¡± Sylvie instructed. ¡°Got it.¡± Suddenly, as if sensing something, Sylvie looked toward Taquila and saw the red fleck flash and streak toward their encampment. Sylvie immediately took out another Sigil of Listening and said, ¡°Lightning, come back, now! The Magic Slayer is coming!¡± Maggie instantly turned about and retreated. About seven minutes later, Maggie, Lightning and Sylvie all returned to the air defense zone. In the meantime, the Magic Slayer had also slid into their views. Sylvie saw the blue-skinned, human-like demon hover above the artillery encampment while staring at the three of them, his eyes gleaming maliciously. The Artillery Battalion below was still firing. The Magic Slayer was apparently furious but he could not do anything to protect his kind from the rain of shells. At last, he headed back where he was coming, leaving the fleeing Mad Demons behind. Sylvie was instantly relieved. ¡°He¡¯s gone. Let¡¯s fly around!¡± Maggie exclaimed in excitement. However, at the sight of a nervous Lightning who balled her hand into a fist, Maggie quickly changed her mind. ¡°Let¡¯s call it a day. I have to save some magic power for the night patrol. I¡¯ve inspected the area within a radius of five to six miles and I¡¯m pretty sure that the construction team is safe for now.¡± ¡­ After returning to the underground headquarters, Sylvie marked the bombarded area green. There were many green areas like that along the railway. ¡°Good job,¡± Morning Light said as he held a cup of black tea. ¡°It seems that Lady Edith¡¯s banishment plan has worked.¡± Sylvie took the tea and said smilingly, ¡°Yes, it looks like so.¡± This was actually not the first time they had repulsed the demons. The scouting had indeed become increasingly dangerous when they were 100 miles away from Taquila, because from that point, Sylvie had to pay more attention to the movements on the ground instead of the sky. However, the demons, with the help of their gas tanks, could suspend in midair as long as they preferred within this range. Given such circumstances, the Generla Staff developed a ¡°banishment plan¡±, which divided the scouting area into several sections. The area within two kilometers were marked as the safety zone. In this zone, the Magic Eye could see through and keep an eye on everything, so chances of them suffering a raid were pretty slim. The air force could leave the trenches in this area and provide broader protection. The area within ten miles was called the recognization zone, which was the farthest the Longsong Cannons could reach and was also where Sylvie and Maggie mainly conducted their activities. This area would be marked green and considered as safe once a ¡°sweep¡± was completed. The area beyond 10 miles but within 50 miles was the dangerous zone monitored solely by Lightning. The purpose of setting up this zone was to warn the soldiers of the enemy hidden in clouds and earn more time for Maggie and Sylvie to retreat. Only Lightning had the capability to shake off her pursuers. Not even the Magic Slayer could possibly keep up with Lightning who flew at the speed of sound. It appeared that the ¡°banishment plan¡± worked pretty well. They had, at the moment, totally controlled the pace of the battle, leaving the demons no opportunities to fight back. Without the support of Mad Demons from the ground, the Devilbeasts in the sky found it hard to effectively stop the armored trains. The main purpose of this ¡°banishment plan¡± was to transform the recognization zone gradually into a safety zone by slowly removing the demons¡¯ outposts while keeping the Magic Slayer away from the battlement, so that he could do nothing about the scouting team. If they could successfully provoke him into breaking through the defensive line, that would be even better. Nonetheless, the Magic Slayer had still not lost himself yet. ¡°By the way,¡± Sylvie said as she surveyed the room, ¡°where¡¯s Miss Pearl of the Northern Region?¡± ¡°She went back to Neverwinter by the ¡®Seagull¡¯ with Iron Axe after receiving His Majesty¡¯s order,¡± Ferlin replied with a smile. ¡°I think that¡¯s pretty much the time.¡± To discuss the strategies and tactics for the final battle! Chapter 1138 - Interception Chapter 1138: Interception Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In Neverwinter, Graycastle. Roland received Iron Axe, the Commander-in-Chief of the First Army, and Edith Kant, the Chief of General Staff. ¡°How did it go? Do you like riding on the ¡®Seagull¡¯?¡± Roland asked as he looked at the pair with some interest. ¡°Your, your Majesty, it¡¯s fast, but it¡¯s¡­ a little too fast for me,¡± Iron Axe answered with a look of terror. ¡°I didn¡¯t feel that way before. However, when I actually sat in there, I noticed that it wobbled pretty badly. I was very scared when the craft went up and down and thought I was going to fall.¡± He then administered a military salute and exclaimed through his teeth, ¡°Of course, I promise that I¡¯ll do my best to overcome my fear, Your Majesty!¡± It appeared that this seasoned Mojin warrior feared heights. Roland asked, his brows raised, ¡°So, how are you going to overcome the fear?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll watch more magic movies once this war is over until I¡¯m no longer afraid of it!¡± ¡°That¡¯s really like what a Sand National would say,¡± Roland thought in amusement, a muscle flinching in his face. He turned to Edith and asked, ¡°What about you?¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region moisted her lips and answered quietly after a moment of silence, ¡°Fantastic.¡± ¡°That¡¯s it?¡± Roland waited for Edith to elaborate but the latter did not say anything further. Then he noticed a rosy flush fluttered over her cheeks, her eyes glistening. Roland heaved a sigh. He had to admit that his subordinates all had some unusual personalities. He expected to see them heap praises on his new invention, impressed and shocked. Now it appeared he had overestimated the psychological impact of the aircraft. Roland rose to his feet and said, ¡°Since you¡¯re already here, let¡¯s start the meeting. We have to get prepared for the final battle.¡± ¡­ After six months of construction work, the first main railway was only 60 kilometers away from the Taquila ruin. Once the construction of Tower Station No. 10 was completed, the First Army would be able to directly attack the demons at Taquila. The ¡°Torch¡± plan had cost much greater manpower and supplies than any of the military operations they had carried out in the past four years. 80% of the iron produced by the Furnace Area were used to build the railway. The sole purpose for this plan was to stop the demons from erecting the Obelisk before the arrival of the Bloody Moon. Once the Fertile Plains was enveloped by the Red Mist, the demons would be able to invade the interior from the Impassable Mountain Range anytime. By then, not only would the First Army face a bitter battle but the demons would no longer be bounded by distance. Roland definitely did not want to see the battle unfold in this way, considering that human beings were already outnumbered by the demons. However, if they managed to seize Taquila before the final battle, the demons would have to erect their Obelisk in the other two Holy Cities, the Starfall City and Arrieta. Both two cities were more on the northern end of the plain. Even if the demons built their outposts there, they could not directly threaten the Four Kingdoms. In that case, they would not only have a bigger chance to win the Battle of Divine Will but would also earn another 400 years for human beings to convalesce. As Graycastle had already entered an Age of Industrialization, Roland was positive that human beings would have much greater achievement in the next 400 years when the survival of the mankind no longer depended on food and basic life necessities. Therefore, the vast plain, in a sense, became their strategic buffing zone as well as their prospective territory for further development. Men would eventually defeat demons. Though perhaps this generation might not witness their eventual victory. This was also why Roland did not explain the reason for this plan in detail. Unfortunately, the plan did not go as well as he had anticipated. They had planned to exterminate all the demons at Taquila and convert the ruin into their own stronghold. However, the First Army was now only one step away from success. The appearance of the Magic Slayer had forced them to adjust their initial plan. The power of the curse inflicted by the Magic Slayer appeared to be incurable. Even very minor wounds could lead to morality. Lightning could more or less cure herself, but Leaf¡¯s condition was much worse. Based on Ashes¡¯ report, Leaf¡¯s health was deteriorating. Although Leaf did not say anything about her injuries, Ashes could still tell that her health was declining. This indicated that the deterioration of her wound was beyond her self-repairing ability. Like a lesion, the infected area gradually expanded and would finally kill the patient. No matter how long this process might take, Roland could not let Leaf die. He could not accept any loss of the population. It was time to make a final settlement with the Magic Slayer and Taquila. The representatives of the witches and the army all gathered in the meeting room to discuss the upcoming battle. A screen spread across the wall and presented the image of the Third Border City. Their sole topic of discussion was how to kill the Magic Slayer that could inflict fatal curses on people. Edith broke the silence as usual. ¡°First of all, from what the General Staff can tell, when the Magic Slayer see a defeat is inevitable, he would very likely retreat. This is just an assumption. We haven¡¯t had much solid evidence to support this theory yet. Judging from the fact that he¡¯s still keeping a distance from the encampment, we believe he¡¯s exactly the opposite of Kabradhabi.¡± ¡°I agree,¡± Alethea, who had fought the demons more than anyone else, said. ¡°Gallantry doesn¡¯t necessarily mean you have to be a suicidal moron. We agree with the demons on this term. A senior commander plays a far more important role than a Mad Demon. It isn¡¯t likely that he would die meaninglessly like his subordinates.¡± ¡°So, we must be proactive and intercept them when they retreat,¡± Edith continued while nodding. ¡°Fortunately, we know everything about our enemy and have experience in dealing with them.¡± She then cast a look at Andrea Quinn and said, ¡°If the Magic Slayer doesn¡¯t notice our plan, a long-distance shot would definitely be the safest and most effective way to kill him.¡± Andrea brushed her hair away from her face gracefully. ¡°I have a question,¡± Tilly spoke. ¡°Please go ahead, Your Highness,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region said while placing her hand on her chest. ¡°First of all, we can¡¯t guarantee that one bullet would be enough to kill the Magic Slayer. What if he¡¯s still alive after the bullet hits him? We won¡¯t have a second chance. Second, what if the Magic Slayer has noticed the presence of this weapon with a long shooting range and attempts to avoid a direct confrontation? From our past experience, it¡¯s very likely that he¡¯ll do so. It seems to me that the enemy learns firearms faster than we desire him to.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve thought about these two possibilies,¡± Edith replied. ¡°For the first one, the General Staff has decided to use a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation as the bullet.¡± ¡°A God¡¯s Stone bullet?¡± ¡°Correct. Even if we can¡¯t kill the Magic Slayer at one shot, we can immoblize him. Of course, the smaller a God¡¯s stone is, the softer it will be. A God¡¯s stone as small as a bullet can be easily crushed by a hammer, so it¡¯ll break before we fire. However, we can probably try Miss Andrea¡¯s weapon, as her weapon has a much larger caliber,¡± Edith paused for a second and then went on, ¡°Regarding this point, I¡¯ve confirmed with Ms. Agatha. A God¡¯s Stone made from magic blood will be a lot harder. We can first test that out using the two bottles of magic blood she collected from the demons.¡± ¡°To use the demons¡¯ blood to kill them? I like it,¡± Alethea said smilingly. ¡°You¡¯re the second mortal I¡¯m impressed with.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region returned her a smile indifferently and said, ¡°As for your second question, I¡¯ll need a preserve unit.¡± ¡°Only Lightning is faster than the Magic Slayer,¡± Wendy answered apprehensively. ¡°However, she can¡¯t¡­ stop him.¡± ¡°No,¡± Edith said while shaking her head. ¡°There¡¯s something faster than the Magic Slayer ¡ª ¡± ¡°Something?¡± Tilly echoed with a look of comprehension. ¡°Right. That is ¡ª a diving ¡®Seagull¡¯,¡± Edith said slowly. Chapter 1139 - Celines Request ¡°To have a God¡¯s Punishment Witch sit on the plane?¡± ¡°Exactly. The anti-magic area works the same way as a God¡¯s Stone. A dozen God¡¯s Punishment Witches should be able to kill the Magic Slayer. Even if they couldn¡¯t, our sniper team will give him one last blow,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region stated flatly. ¡°Of course, this isn¡¯t going to be easy. Our plan really depends on how the other party will react. Nevertheless, we do have some ways to tackle him. Personally, I think this plan will work. Our enemy has seen bullets and guns but not the ¡®Seagull¡¯. They won¡¯t believe a man can actually fly in the sky.¡± Roland instantly undertood the General Staff¡¯s intention. They could never rely on the sniper team entirely. If the Magic Slayer noticed that the patrolling Devilbeasts mysteriously disappeared and thereby found out this long-range weapon, he would naturally develop corresponding countermeasures. The Magic Slayer would probably swerve in the air or hurtle really low above the ground. In that case, even Andrea could not anything about him. Andrea¡¯s ability was to find out the enemy. However, the enemy might not necessarily show up on the battlefield. Under such circumstances, someone else must entice the enemy out of hiding. The one who provoked the Magic Slayer must be equally fast and powerful, but there was no such person among the witches. Therefore, the General Staff thought of combining the glider and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, which Roland had to admit was a really clever strategy. The ¡°Seagull¡± could bid her time in clouds before diving to the ground. After she accumulated a certain amount of kinetic energies, the ¡®Seagull¡± could travel over 500 miles an hour and catch up with the Magic Slayer sprinting on the ground. Yet¡­ ¡°This is the best plan we can think of at the moment, but I don¡¯t think Ashes will agree. This is too dangerous. You may run directly into the Magic Slayer,¡± Roland broke off and stared at Tilly. ¡°So¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let her recede,¡± Tilly said resolutely after a moment of silence. ¡°I want to do this.¡± ¡°Your Highness!¡± Wendy yelled exasperatedly. Roland dimly knew what the superintendent of the Witch Union was thinking. The very two figures that tied all the witches together are Anna and Tilly. The former was the queen and the latter the legal royal heir to the throne. Wendy did not want to see either of them put themselves in a dangerous position. ¡°This mission isn¡¯t any different from the transporation of witches that we normally do. By the time the Magic Slayer notices the ¡®Seagull¡¯, the other Taquila witches would have rounded on him. Therefore, everything will be under control,¡± Tilly said with a smile. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Ashes and I know what we¡¯re doing. We won¡¯t do anything beyond our capabilities.¡± Knowing that Tilly was determined, Roland did not want to further discuss the matter. He turned to Edith and said, ¡°Go on.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Edith replied as she walked to the map. ¡°The last step of this plan is to launch an ambush. The Senior Demons could not hold up for very long without the Red Mist, so they would have to retreat to recharge. This means that the best location for an ambush is somewhere close to their Red Mist supply line.¡± ¡°Regarding that, I have a suggestion,¡± Alethea cut in suddenly. ¡°I¡¯m not sure if you still remember the infiltration mission carried out by that Extraordinary the other day.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ that silly girl,¡± Tilly said as she mopped her forehead. ¡°She wasted one precious Five-Colored Stone because of that operation.¡± ¡°But now, we¡¯ll have an excellent view at that location at the rear of the Taquila ruin,¡± Alethea said, her main tentacle high up in the air. ¡°Once we turn on the phantom instrument, we¡¯ll be able to see everything about their Red Mist supply line!¡± Roland remembered that after the wolf girl, Lorgar, had discovered the demons in the vicinity of the ruin, the Witch Union had gone to scout around that area at once. As they had deviated from their original course, the mission had failed. If they had broken the Five-Colored Stone right in front of Taquila, they would have known every single movement of the demons and thus avoided the subsequent raid at Tower Station No. 1. However, this failure could now, quite contrarily, help them. Somehow he thought of one old saying. ¡°You never know whether this is a premoniton or a bless in disguise.¡± ¡°Well, in that case, Iron Axe and Edith will stay at the Third Border City to draft a detailed ambush operation plan,¡± Roland said. ¡°As for the God¡¯s Stone bullet, Agatha, please work with the Ministry of Engineering.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty!¡± everyone replied together. When the meeting was over, Alethea suddenly whispered to Roland. ¡°Celine hopes that you could come to the underground lab. We¡¯ve got a breakthrough in the research on the Magic Ceremony Cube.¡± ¡­ Half an hour later, Roland showed up in the underground lab. Celine turned on the Magic Cube and instantly, a familiar red light appeared in front of him. ¡°The breakthrough you talked about¡­¡± ¡°Please look at this,¡± Celine said as she handed two small stones the size of a thumb nail with her auxiliary tentacles. ¡°They¡¯re both the cube parts and are pretty old.¡± ¡°They do look old,¡± Roland said as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. There were noticeable signs of abrasion at one end closer to the outer surface of the cube. ¡°Have you successfully disassembled the Magic Cube already? No, hold on, you have the parts. Then how come it can still illuminate? Is it because¡­¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Celine said smilingly. ¡°I installed my replicates on the Magic Cube. The cube works perfectly fine, which indicate that those replicates work as well. What do you think of it?¡± ¡°Ingenious¡­¡± Roland remarked as he held Celine¡¯s tentacles excitedly as if he was appreciating some delicate instruments. ¡°It only took you three months. I thought that would take you at least a year!¡± ¡°Slimwrist from the Sleeping Spell helped me a lot, and the structure of the Magic Cube is much simpler than that of the magic core,¡± Celine answered, a little embarrassed under Roland¡¯s feverish gaze, and disengaged herself. ¡°I withdraw my words that we need thousands of stones. I believe we only need 500 to make a cube replicate.¡± ¡°The garrison at the Festive Harbor is now taking actions under my order. I believe we¡¯ll soon hear something from them,¡± Roland said cheerfully. If the replicates works, this new device might, like the steam engine, bring about drastic changes to Neverwinter. ¡°Well, if that¡¯s the case, can I ask you for something in return?¡± Celine suddenly changed the subject hopefully. ¡°Of course, this is all for our future research.¡± ¡°What do you want then?¡± Roland asked curiously. ¡°An assistant, an assistant who could help me better understand the knowledge in the Dream World,¡± Celine answered as she swayed her main tentacle. ¡°My fellow witches would be most suitable for this position. However, they feel it hard to learn on their own. They told me there are institutions where an instructor can help students and answer their questions. I think that would be much easier for them. So, Your Majesty, could you send them to school?¡± Chapter 1140 - Dream Worlds "Illegal Immigrants" Chapter 1140: Dream World¡¯s ¡°Illegal Immigrants¡± Translator: Transn Editor: Transn After nightfall, Roland told Anna about what had happened in the meeting. ¡°¡­ We still need to adjust the stability and strength of the God¡¯s Stone bullet so that we could suit its power to practical applications. I think you would be the only person who could do this. Make this project your top priority for now. I¡¯ll ask Andrea and Agatha to assist you.¡± ¡°I feel like my work never ends,¡± Anna said as she rested her beautiful head on Roland¡¯s shoulder. ¡°I have to make the machine tool that is used to process plane parts, improve the internal combustion engine, and work on the railway at the front, as well as many projects on the book¡­ I envy Pasha and Celine. Although Blackfire helps me a lot, it isn¡¯t as flexible as tentacles. I can¡¯t work on so many things simultaneously.¡± ¡°Oh, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s a good idea. I don¡¯t want to cuddle a giant blob. You¡¯re not only the Minister of Engineering but also the queen of Graycastle. You¡¯re a public figure,¡± Roland said smilingly. He knew Anna was simply sharing her happiness rather than complaining. Ever since she had assumed the office of the Minister of Engineering, she no longer looked sulky and expressionless. The more she worked, the more cheerful she became. Roland said, ¡°Of course, I¡¯m also looking for someone to help you. If everything goes well, there will soon be more people in the Ministry of Engineering.¡± Roland gathered that Rex from the Society of Wondrous Crafts should now be at the Fjords, though he was not sure if the latter had noticed the significance of his reward, A Comprehensive Study of the Law of Buoyancy. The marine craft he had drawn at the end of the book was based on the description in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. For a quasi-inventer like Rex, who had never read any science fiction, such a magnificent envisage of a future submarine would definitely fascinate him. ¡°Really?¡± Anna said as she stretched herself and wrapped her arms around Roland¡¯s waist. ¡°I¡¯ll wait for that day to come then, but now¡­ I want something else as a reward.¡± Roland smiled. It appeared more than one person needed a reward today. He then unconsciously raised his hand to Anna¡¯s back. ¡­ Roland closed his eyes after Anna fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, the ceiling his apartment in the Dreamworld slid into his sight. A beam of sunlight slanted across the floor through the curtain. Roland brushed his teeth, had breakfast, and then saw Zero off as usual. He leaned over the banister and peered down at the sea of heads down in the alley below. Students were hurrying to school with their backpacks; young professionals were scurrying to work; some old men were working out in the chill of the morning. Everything seemed to be chaotic but energetic. Nothing had changed in this city, but Roland knew this world was gradually transforming in a subtle and imperceptible way, as though this Dreamland had its own consciousness. The evidence of such a transformation was the memories that had never previously existed, the battered and frayed red book, and the note in it. After he read the book Raison d¡¯¨ºtre, Roland started to look for the Rose Caf¨¦. However, nothing came up on the internet, and the witches could not find such a place either. There were 46 coffee shops in the city, but none of them was called Rose Caf¨¦. There was a possibility that this was just one of the author¡¯s bad jokes. However, as Roland learned more about this world, he was more convinced that the note was suggesting something to him. The foreign race that had completely disappeared without leaving a trace. The constant wars. The inexorable awakenings and erosions. All of these signs seemed to be mirroring the real world. This especially holds true with the discovery of the radiation people and tablet men on the battlefield, which made the narratives in the book even more compelling. The question that puzzled him the most was why the book in the Dream World would, in a way, reflect the real world and also use the word ¡°Battle of Divine Will¡±. Garcia told him that, unfortunately, the author of the book had not left any hints. The only clue available was the note. Roland had to put these questions aside as he searched for the Rose Caf¨¦. At around 8:00, he heard three rhythmic knocks on the living room door. They were one loud and two gentle knocks that indicated that nobody was in the hallway. Roland immediately opened the door and let the visitors in. ¡°Good morning, Your Majesty,¡± three petite witches saluted. One of them was Dawnen, the first witch who had entered the ¡°Veil of Invisibility¡± in the Dream World. ¡°They do look like¡­ high school students,¡± thought Roland as he clapped his hand to his forehead. Dawnen¡¯s ability was erasing the traces of her companions. She had joined the Blessed Army the second year after her awakening and transferred her soul at the age of 28. She had extensive war experience. Her favorite weapons were a short sword and dagger. As witches usually aged much more slowly than common people, Dawnen looked extremely young in her dainty frame. To Roland, she looked no older than a teen. So did the other two witches. Roland now remembered his conversation with Celine. ¡°Go to school? I remember the God¡¯s Punishment Witches were all in their 20s on average. They should have been college students, but they only have an education level of middle or high school. If they look significantly older than other students, people will be suspicious.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t be a problem. Many of us look younger than they actually are.¡± Celine was not exaggerating. The other two witches looked even younger than Dawnen. Roland had to admit that after he asked Phyllis and Faldi to take care of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, he spent most of his time collecting and memorizing information. After all, it would be too much for him to show 300 witches around in the Dream World while studying and investigating at the same time. Roland was very impressed and pleased with his self-discipline. ¡°My name is Saint Miran. My ability is imitation. I can impersonate anyone who is connected to me. This is my second time visiting the Dream World. Nice to meet you.¡± ¡°My name is Dido. My ability is the invisible pocket. In short, I can put objects into a magic, invisible bag. Well¡­ it¡¯s not a very useful ability, but I¡¯ll do my best for Ms. Celine, on the honor of the Quest Society!¡± The two witches introduced themselves. Judging from their abilities, neither of them were combat witches. Since they could not join the Blessed Army, they had developed expertises in some other areas. Abilities shaped personalities. This theory had been well verified by the notorious poker trio. Roland gathered that Dawnen was here to protect Saint Miran and Dido. The Dream World was not always safe after all. Particularly when there was an increasing number of Fallen Evils at the moment. Roland nodded and looked at the three witches. He said, ¡°Celine has told you the mission. Watch for my signals before answering questions. Don¡¯t talk too much.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± The next problem was how to successfully send these ¡°illegal immigrants¡± to school. In fact, Roland had been thinking about how to hide the Taquila witches. So as to not expose them to the public, Roland had always chosen to fight Fallen Evils at night. The warehouse which they paid frequent visits to would have raised suspicions among the residents a long time ago had the witches not used their abilities to erase their trace. After thinking for a while, Roland could think of no one who could help him except Garcia. He thus picked up the telephone and dialed her number. Chapter 1141 - Trust and Misunderstanding ¡°Hey, just about the right time. I want to discuss something with you.¡± Garcia¡¯s voice came from the other end of the line before Roland spoke. ¡°Um¡­ what do you want to talk about?¡± ¡°I would rather talk to you in person. Come to my room. You just got up, didn¡¯t you?¡± Garcia demanded condesendingly over the phone, as though sleeping in was a capital offence for martialists. ¡°Well¡­ alright then,¡± Roland said thoughtfully, quickly making up his mind to first see what she would say. If Garcia happened to be in a bad mood, he could always call on her another day. After hanging up the telephone, Roland asked the three witches to wait for him at the living room before he strode off to Room 0827. ¡°The door is open. Come in,¡± Garcia said gruffly as she heard Roland¡¯s footsteps. Roland entered and found Garcia in her summer dress, standing in front of her fridge with two glasses in her hands. Her gray hair streamed down to her shoulders, tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. She was wearing a flip-flop patterned with cartoon characters. Instead of a self-disciplined martialist, she looked more like a common college student enjoying the summer. Garcia asked, ¡°Any drinks? Water, tea or coke? They¡¯re all iced.¡± Garcia was actually just two to three years older than him. Had Roland not posed himself as a wretched landlord who used to be a dropout and sacked bartender, he would have been still in school. ¡°Coke,¡± Roland replied distractedly. ¡°Did you just come back from your morning training?¡± ¡°Unlike you, I don¡¯t have unlimited leisure time.¡± Roland did not know how to retort. They had been more open to each other lately. However, Garcia seemed to have developed a nasty habit of constant criticism, and what was worse, she appeared to be quite enjoying it. It was a miracle that she was still alive, fully intact. Yet Roland could tell, after knowing her for such a long time, that she was in good humor. Indeed, she was quite delighted. Was it because of the matter she was going to share? ¡°Here, iced green tea,¡± Garcia said as she put down a drink in front of him. ¡°I said coke¡­¡± Roland protested mildly, his brows raised. ¡°You didn¡¯t do your morning excercise, so it would be better to reduce your sugar intake,¡± Garcia answered seriously to stifle her smile. ¡°The evolution of the Force of Nature has nothing to do with one¡¯s body type. A skinny person could also have great power, which means your power won¡¯t help you tone your body. If you plan to take part in a martialist contest, you¡¯d better make sure you work out regularly. A fit martialist is always going to be more popular than an overweight one.¡± ¡°Then why did you bother offering me choices,¡± Roland snapped within himself while rolling his eyes. He said grumpily, ¡°So what? Did you ask me to come here just to educate me on fitness? I¡¯ve told you that I have the slightest interest in becoming a top martialist or participating in some sort of contest. I don¡¯t need fame to hunt down the evil and protect the world. I would rather be what I am now, a nameless, unknown martialist who fights anonymously for the mankind.¡± If he did become a public figure, how could he continue to search for the Fallen Evils? ¡°Incredible¡­¡± Garcia muttered, her eyes fixed upon Roland as she continued slowly, ¡°I thought you would never say something like that. My master once told me that you should never believe what a person says but what he does. If I didn¡¯t see what you¡¯ve done, I would have thought you were just a hypocritic who lies unblushingly. But as much as I hate to admit it, you¡¯re¡­ honest.¡± Roland knew what Garcia was referring to. After he successfully killed his first Fallen Evil, he and the Taquila witches started to work together to exterminate other Fallen Evils in the city. Faldi searched the city in daytime, and he and the combat witches went to kill at night. Apart from obtaining mutated Forces of Nature, they would also get a lot of extra income often. To avoid uninvited attention, Roland would only take some cash or unidentifiable personal articles. Sometimes, he would donate some Forces of Nature to the Martialist Association as well. The Martialist Association monitored all the Fallen Evils in the city. If they discovered a large number of Fallen Evils mysteriously died and their Forces of Nature disappeared, they would very likely become suspicious. As such, Roland had to voluntarily report some of the incidents every now and then to keep his identity and his miraculous work secret. Meanwhile, Roland was also proactively defending against erosions. According to Garcia, he was currently the most active new member in the association, and he had even killed more Fallen Evils than some official members. The Fallen Evils, on the other hand, had also realized that they had a powerful enemy and were now strenuously tracking him down. In other words, Roland had made quite a buzz among the executives of the Prism City and the Fallen Evils. Nevertheless, he was still a nobody among fellow martialists and the public. Garcia knew all that Roland had done simply because Roland needed to contact her to hand in Forces of Nature. ¡°Hmph¡­ that¡¯s my duty,¡± Roland said while clearing his throat. ¡°Isn¡¯t it the responsibility of a martialist?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Garcia, to Roland¡¯s surprise, smiled, ¡°this is the responsibility of an martialist.¡± She handed him a piece of paper and said, ¡°Congratulations, you¡¯re now an official member of the Martialist Association. This is your contract that has just arrived. Effective upon execution.¡± ¡°I remember you only need to solve one erosion to become an official member, and I¡¯ve already solved eight or ten now. That¡¯s really slow of the Prism City administration.¡± ¡°Because¡­ the Martialist Association is an interational organization.¡± ¡°So I¡¯m an official member just as you are now?¡± ¡°No,¡± Garcia said while shaking her head and passed a brochure across the table. ¡°Actually, you¡¯ve outperformed me.¡± Roland opened the brochure curiously and was mildly surprised. ¡°This is ¡ª ¡± ¡°The hunting license,¡± Garcia replied slowly, her smile fading away. ¡°Only outstanding and dedicated martialists would be granted the license. There are no more than ten licensed martialists in this city, and the Prism City has issued no more than 100 licenses. Your rights as a licensed martialist and the matters that you need to pay particular attention to are all listed at the end of the booklet. Remember, the license not only represents the trust the Association puts in you but also a greater responsibility. I hope you could carry on and help the mankind gain the eventual victory.¡± ¡°So this is what she¡¯s glad about¡­¡± Normally, people would feel upset, jealous and frustrated when being outstripped by a new member recruited by themselves. However, Roland did not see any of these negative emotions in Garcia. She was truely happy for him, as though she was also honored. This made Roland a little unsettled. He knew that Garcia spoke most highly of him at the moment. Because of her high expectation, Roland now felt a surge of heavy guilt. He knew that despite her haughtiness, Garcia was a person of morality and principles. The best example was how she had helped the residents in the modular apartment stand up to the evacuation threat of the Clover Group. Thinking of the potential misunderstanding that might stand between them in the future, Roland was very troubled. ¡°By the way, why did you call me?¡± Garcia asked while sipping her tea lazily. ¡°I¡¯ve done my part. I don¡¯t think you anticipated all that, did you?¡± ¡°Er¡­ I need your help with something.¡± Roland had no choice but said, ¡°Can you come to my room?¡± Garcia cast him a suspicious look and said, ¡°Sure, but is it not something that you can say here?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know when you come over.¡± ¡°OK.¡± Roland took a deep breath and led her to Room 0825. As soon as they stepped into the living room, the three witches turned around, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Then Roland felt a chill running down his spine. ¡°You¡­ you finally did this!¡± Garcia gasped, standing rooted to the spot. ¡°My goodness¡­ they¡¯re still kids. I, I¡¯m going to call the police!¡± Chapter 1142 - Different Roads Lead to the Same Castle Chapter 1142: Different Roads Lead to the Same Castle Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland was surprised that Garcia¡¯s first instinct was to call the police rather than report to the Martialist Association. Although the Martialist Association was a separate organization that was independent from judicial institutions, they required their members to adhere to a strict moral code and therefore, punishments to a corrupted martialist would be more severe than that imposed by law. It seemed that Garcia was particularly lenient with him. Roland twitched his lips and felt an urgent need to clarify this matter. He had not done anything wrong, so neither the police nor the Association should be involved. Anyway, he had to first calm Garcia down. ¡°Call the police?¡± Roland echoed in a falsely surprised tone. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°You ask me?¡± Garcia said exasperatedly. ¡°What did I tell you the other day? An awakened man could easily lose his head over his power! That¡¯s why a martialist should discipline his mind and control his emotions. I don¡¯t want to interfere with your private life, and I don¡¯t care how many girls you take home as long as they aren¡¯t underage. But these girls¡­ they¡¯re still minors! Lust is the first sign of corruption. Do you still not understand?¡± So Garcia was more furious about him living a life of debauchery than about taking three young girls home? ¡°I know, but why would I bring you here if I¡¯m truly corrupted like you said?¡± Roland said on a sigh. ¡°Don¡¯t you think that it doesn¡¯t make sense at all?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± ¡°In fact, whether this is true or not, taking three girls home would inevitably outrage the public. A wise man should make it as secret as possible. However, I invited you here. Don¡¯t you think that is a little strange?¡± Garcia blinked blankly, slowly putting the phone down, and asked, ¡°Then why?¡± Roland heaved a sigh of relief and replied with utmost sincerity, ¡°This is what I¡¯m going to tell you. Miss Garcia¡­ I need your help.¡± ¡­ Half an hour later. ¡°So, you don¡¯t have any inappropriate relationships with these girls, but instead, you¡¯re their¡­ part-time tutor?¡± Garcia demanded while squinting at Roland. ¡°Exactly,¡± Roland said truthfully. ¡°They¡¯re all college students living nearby. I have to teach them as well as Zero, and it takes too much of my time. People will get suspicious if I keep them here for too long. Normally, girls of their age should have been in school, so I have to constantly bring in new students.¡± Roland had been always cautious about taking in the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. No more than three or four witches were allowed to visit him in Room 0825 at a time so that the neighbors would not be alarmed. ¡°So they¡¯re the ¡®relatives¡¯ whom you needed to take care of during our first meeting?¡± ¡°Oi Oi, this is something I said more than half a year ago. Why do you keep reminding me of that?¡± Roland wondered reproachfully. He then said, ¡°They aren¡¯t my real relatives, but we¡¯re from the same town,¡± Roland lied unblushingly. ¡°Dawnen, Saint Miran, and Dido used to live in the same village as me. They were still little kids when I left my town.¡± This explanation would sound obviously flawed in his original world but was actually quite reasonable in here since the Dream World had Zero¡¯s memories. ¡°Then why didn¡¯t their names show up on the registry?¡± Roland paused just at the right moment and said, ¡°Because of¡­ their gender.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Garcia mumbled and fell into silence. When her eyes rested on the three witches again, her demeanor softened. Garcia asked, ¡°Are there many people¡­ like them?¡± ¡°Quite a few although things have gotten a little better in past decade,¡± Roland said quickly as he realized that his plan was going better than expected. ¡°People in my village are aware that I joined the Martialist Association. They probably didn¡¯t want to stay there for the rest of their lives, so they came to look for me.¡± ¡°Your¡­ Roland is telling the truth!¡± ¡°Please let us stay!¡± ¡°I want to go to school.¡± The three witches pleaded. Garcia turned away and looked like she was hesitating. ¡°Neither tutoring nor learning by themselves would solve the fundamental problem. I want them to live a normal life like everyone else. I think you¡¯re the only person who could help us,¡± Roland said slowly. Even if Gacia could not help him, the Clover Group must have some power to smuggle them in. Garcia was apparently thinking the same thing. After what seemed to be a long internal struggle, she sighed deeply, and said, ¡°I¡¯m sorry but I can¡¯t help you.¡± Upon seeing every sign of an interruption from Roland, Garcia explained immediately, ¡°I severed my relationship with my family. Plus, the Clover Group has yet to abandon their plan to demolish this apartment. If I go see him, he would use it as a leverage. I would betray the trust those protesters have put in me.¡± Roland fell silent when he saw Garcia¡¯s clenched fists. He felt guilty to see Garcia be sorry for not being able to help the girls. Roland said, ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°But you can talk to him yourself,¡± Garicia said and looked up at him. ¡°My father will be holding a party for the outstanding martialists in the city center hotel tomorrow evening. He knows I would not go but he still sent me an invitation. By doing so, he at least shows to the media that he¡¯s trying to mend our relationship,¡± Garcia said while smiling bitterly. ¡°Although he didn¡¯t invite you directly, you can go there on behalf of me. Just give the party organizer a call and they¡¯ll let you in with my invitation card. A proxy could mean an acceptance or a declination. If I choose you as my proxy, he¡¯ll know that I declined his offer.¡± Roland instantly knew what Garcia meant. If Garcia asked her master Lan to represent her then that would be an acceptance. ¡°Talk to him in person¡­¡± Roland mumbled while stroking his chin. ¡°Are you scared?¡± ¡°Regardless, I have to go. I¡¯m so close,¡± Roland answered. As the King of Graycastle, he had attended numerous parties and gained a large amount of experience in dealing with distinguished figures. ¡°I¡¯m just worried he won¡¯t help us. He¡¯ll probably feel very affronted that you¡¯ve rejected him.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. My father isn¡¯t an unreasonable person. He cares more about business gains than personal loss,¡± Garcia said while smiling. ¡°And you aren¡¯t any ordinary martialist. Even Prism City has noticed you. You should give yourself more credit.¡± Roland dimly understood what Garcia was referring to and said, ¡°I¡¯ll do my best.¡± ¡°To tell you the truth, I¡¯m very glad for you,¡± Garcia said as she rose to her feet and extended her hand to Roland. ¡°You¡¯re on the right track. Sorry that I misunderstood you. I¡¯m very proud to have such an excellent martialist like you as my companion.¡± Garcia paused for a second and then went on, ¡°Also, you can just let me know if you need help in the future, and don¡¯t call me Miss Garcia anymore. It doesn¡¯t suit you.¡± Roland slowly reached out his hand and shook hers. Although Roland lied to Garcia, his goal was still to win the Battle of Divine Will, learn the truth of this world, and liberate humanity from the fate of endless war. This was the path he had chosen. Chapter 1143 - The Difference between Martialists As one night in the Dream World was equal to two days in the real world, Roland took the three witches to Crown Hotel the next day evening. ¡°Your Majesty, is it true that we can eat whatever we want there?¡± Dawnen asked as she poked her head out of the rear window of his car, her eyes sparkling. ¡°Of course. It¡¯s not that different from the party held by nobles. You should have attended many such parties back in the Union age, right?¡± ¡°But you couldn¡¯t eat whatever you want at those parties.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland asked with curiosity. ¡°Yes,¡± Saint Miran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, supplied the answer with a nod. ¡°Those parties were for prominent figures. They cared more about networking than the feast. Nobody wanted to talk to a person wolfing down food like a savage. You¡¯d become a laughingtock if you did so. If it was a big party, most people would eat something first before going.¡± She swallowed hard and then said, ¡°If Your Majesty fears that we will disgrace you, we¡¯ll restrain ourselves.¡± Roland was amused at the looks of the witches sitting in the back, who were not able to disguise their eagerness in time. He laughed, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I always keep my words. This isn¡¯t the Union. You aren¡¯t in the king¡¯s city either. We¡¯re all just normal people. As long as you don¡¯t make trouble, eat whatever you like.¡± ¡°Can¡­ can I bring some food back?¡± Dido asked with excitement. ¡°Many of my friends wished to attend this first class party.¡± ¡°Make sure nobody sees you doing that,¡± Roland replied indifferently. ¡°Stay close when we get there. If someone approaches you, don¡¯t get involved in a conversation. Let me deal with them.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the three witches chorused. Around half an hour later, Roland and his party reached their destination. Roland immediately understood this was a first-rate party. The vehicles parked in front of the hotel were, without exception, luxurious cars. Their car paint reflected off the lights in the city and formed a glaring contrast between them and Roland¡¯s shabby little van. Although martialists earned a lot of money, they were still not able to compare to real capitalists. To avoid unwelcome attraction, Roland had bought the most common van available on the market. He had not anticipated, however, that his van would become the most eye-catching vehicle among all the fancy cars. ¡°Sir, the hotel is reserved today. Do you have an invitation card?¡± A waiter came up to Roland after he parked his car. Roland produced the card Garcia had given him from his pocket and brandished it triumphantly. ¡°Welcome to Crown Hotel. The meeting room is on the top floor. A customer representative will soon receive you.¡± The waiter then summoned a smile and said, ¡°I¡¯ll take care of your vehicle.¡± Roland did not care what the waiter actually thought of him, but he had to admit that this was really great service. He led the witches into the splendid hotel hall. To Roland¡¯s surprise, they didn¡¯t seem interested in this magnificent building. Perhaps, they had seen architecture like this illuminated by Stones of Lighting many times back in the Taquila age. The chandelier dangling from the ceiling, for instance, was probably nothing special to the Three Chiefs. Roland found it a little amusing to notice that these three witches were more awestruck by some cakes than the spectacular hotel interior. Their extremely beautiful appearances, however, soon attracted a lot of people. It seemed that no matter what world he was living in, witches were always going to be the focus of attention. The customer representative went through a series of security check. He first scanned Roland¡¯s invitation card and then reported to someone over his walkie-talkie. Finally, he returned the card to Roland and said, ¡°Mr. Roland, sorry for the wait. May I know who these three ladies are¡­¡± ¡°Cousins,¡± Roand said while shrugging. ¡°Garcia told me that family members are allowed here.¡± ¡°I see. Please come this way.¡± The customer service representative guided them to an elevator, pushed the button to the top floor, and then bowed courteously outside the elevator. ¡°I wish you a good evening.¡± The wall around them soon sank rapidly. A sinking sun diffused its perpetual splendor into the elevator. A dense group of high-rise buildings slid into their sights and formed a forest of walls in the far distance. The witches finally uttered exclamations of surprise. ¡°This is even bigger than three Holy Cities put together,¡± Dawnen muttered. ¡°I can¡¯t believe mortals built all these without using any magic.¡± ¡°The Miracle Building you want to build is also in memory of this world, right?¡± Saint Miran asked Roland. Roland smiled. Although nobody except Anna knew where he truly came from, the Taquila witches had already reached a mutual understanding that Roland came from a world similar to this Dream World. This seemed to be the only plausible explanation as to why he was so familiar with this world. After they reached the top floor, the huge round-shaped meeting room materialized in front of them. Its wall and ceiling were all made of glass. The entire city was dwarfed beneath them through these windows. Roland was mildly impressed with the enormous financial capacity of the Clover Group. A variety of delicious food was beautifully displayed on plates, including appetitzers, desserts, fruits, and champagne towers. There were several hundred guests at the party that formed tight knots throughout the top floor. Apparently, not only martialists but also eminent political figures and businessmen had been invited. Roland was now very used to this type of situation. The witches, on the other hand, ran straight to the food at the back of the hall. ¡°Wow¡­ the fish here is so tender. It feels like it¡¯s going to melt in my mouth.¡± ¡°Are these really grapes? Wow, I haven¡¯t had such sweet grapes in so long¡­¡± ¡°Rubbish. You just visited the Dream World last month.¡± ¡°But I ate fast food last time. Elena only knows KFC and McDonald¡¯s.¡± ¡°Hey, remember that we have to also put some food in Dido¡¯s bag to bring something back for the others.¡± Roland looked at the witches who practically salivating at the sight of the delicacies and shook his head in amusement. He suddenly felt that even if he could not benefit from anything in the Dream World, he should at least make this Dream World continue to exist. For him, this was just a world existing in his dream. However, for the Taquila witches, this was the only place where they felt alive. They could get compensated here for everything they had lost from the battle with the demons, including the enjoyment of life and mundane pleasures. Roland started to study the guests intently before the party officially started. There were two types of guests in the hall. The ones in business attires were clearly important public figures, whereas those wearing robes were martialists from the Association. Although there were exceptions, he, for example, was wearing a suit. Nobody was in outlandish clothes like the last time he had visited Prism City. Was this the difference between a professional and an amateur? He somehow remembered what Garcia had once told him. ¡°Although the Martialist Association is dedicated to saving the world, it¡¯s hard to persuade people to work for them with just a vague envision of the future. That¡¯s why we started to hold the martialist contest. The contest only has a short history of 50 years, but it has now become the most popular sporting event. Many awakened martialists gained publicity, fame, and wealth through this contest. On the other hand, the Association also recruits many new talents through the competition. The contest thus plays an increasingly important role in the Association. Outstanding contestants are involved in the decision-making process. Because of this change, a rift began to grow among the executives. Gradually, members are divided into two cliques. Nevertheless, this disagreement doesn¡¯t impact the contest at all. In fact, the event attracts even more attention.¡± At that time, Roland favored the more conservative party. Since the martialists¡¯ real enemy were the Fallen Evils, the battle against those Fallen Evils must be far more cruel than some sport game. A contest was a good way to recruit new people, but it was essentially not the same as a battle of life and death. Roland did not get why some executives failed to undertand this. Yet when he entered the hall, he suddenly understood the reason. Both the members of the Association who participated in the contest and the amateurs were defiant brutes that were nothing next to professional, well-educated martialists. Since not everyone would have a chance to fight against the Fallen Evils and, as the battle was often quite intense, more and more people swung to the new party. Roland believed that the conservative party would only be able to regain its power after what Lan referred to as ¡°erosion¡± occurred. Roland twitched his lips at the thought of his hunting license. He had always thought it very strange to license a new martialist. Even though he was an active member, he did not think he was good enough to be one of the top 100 in the Association. Now it dawned on him why the excutives licensed him. They viewed him as an ideal old-school martialist who was only seeking the Fallen Evils instead of fame and popularity. Was this the reason that the conservative party asked him to be their representative? Chapter 1144 - A Stronger Person Translator: Transn Editor: Transn While Roland was studying the other guest, somebody was also studying at him. ¡°How did it go? Did you find anything about him?¡± Carmen asked his men in an undertone. ¡°Yes,¡± the latter whispered into his ear. ¡°He¡¯s just from an ordinary family. He became Lady Garcia¡¯s neighbor purely by accident. There¡¯s no record whatsoever of Roland on the contest registry, so I don¡¯t think he has ever participated in any games. He joined the Martialist Associations just three months ago, which is highly unusual.¡± Although Carmen did not possess the Force of Nature, he knew all about the martialist contest. As it was the most popular sporting event among the mass, many people were familiar with its rules and procedure. Apart from the final match, ¡°the Martialist Duel¡±, held every other year, there were also many tournaments and trial games every month to encourage new martialists to enter. Normally, new martialists were very eager to partake in a contest to improve their skills and rankings so they could gain exposure and money. Only amateur martialists would feel reluctant to showcase their power. Carmen believed that these arrogant amateurs feared to be thrown in a spotlight because they were mostly former criminals. As Garcia¡¯s brother, Carmen was very concerned about the proxy his sister had chosen. Garcia was definitely not a very easygoing person. She was too headstrong. Her obstinacy naturally created a barrier that detached her from the rest of world and made people who attempted to approach her hesitant to further the relationship. With this being the case, Garcia trusted very few people. Carmen was not remotely surprised at the disagreement between Garcia and her father. Garcia might be a competent martialist but was definitely not a good businesswoman. Nevertheless, this was not the main reason he wanted to investigate Roland. Another more important reason lay in the VIP table at the front of the hall. He gazed upon the first row and saw a woman in pure white sitting there. She was not wearing any accessories. Her sheet of jet-black hair streamed down and gave her an air of aloofness and sophistication. This lady, Fei Yuhan, was one of the most talented new martialists in the past five years. She had already successfully entered the final match of the martialist contest twice. Although she had yet to win the championship, most people attributed her defeat to her young age and lack of experience and firmly believed that she would soon gain her first championship. It was rumored that Fei Yuhan, as a genius martialist of the new generation, would eventually become another executive in the Prism City after she won her championship match. Carmen did not expect a proud person like her to attend this party. Her attendance really gave Carmen¡¯s father a pleasant surprise. This party would definitely make the front page because of Fei Yuhan¡¯s presence. However, when Carmen had finally found a chance to talk to Fei Yuhan, he had been given an unexpected task. Carmen calmed himself down and ambled over to the lady ¡°Miss Fei Yuhan, what you asked me to do¡­¡± ¡°I heard your conversation,¡± Fei Yuhan interrupted Carmen and gave him a faint smile. ¡°Thank you.¡± Carmen was astonished at her acute hearing. She was at least 10 meters away from him and surrounded by the buzz in the hall. Could normal people really do that? ¡°I didn¡¯t hear everything you said. Even though I could hear them, I need time to process the information,¡± Fei Yuhan explained to him good-naturedly in response to Carmen¡¯s shocked expression. ¡°When your men approached you, I concentrated my mind and read the conversation based on the movement of his lips and voices. Most martialists possess some lip-reading skills.¡± ¡°I-I see¡­ You¡¯re indeed the best martialist in the country,¡± Carmen said as he managed a smile. ¡°The best?¡± she echoed in a silvery voice. ¡°I haven¡¯t got that cup yet.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just a matter of time. Nobody except you has managed to enter the final match within one year of awakening and this even includes the ¡®guard¡¯ of Prism City¡­¡± His voice trailed off as he spoke. Fei Yuhan was listening, but the nonchalant smile on her face clearly told Carmen that she had no intention of continuing with this conversation. She listened to him patiently only because it would be rude not to. Then it suddenly dawned on Carmen that she had actually wanted to end the conversation when she had said ¡°thank you¡±. She gave him an explanation simply because he was the organizer of this party. Nonetheless, she did not have the slightest interest in engaging in a personal interaction. At this thought, Carmen felt a surge of anger blazing inside him. As the representative of the Clover Group, he had never been so slighted. But Carmen managed to control his temper. The Clover Group could not offend the Martialist Association, as the latter had an intertwined relationship with various governmental bodies and industries. This was the exact reason his father put so much money in networking with these people. Carmen smiled stiffly and walked off. Fei Yuhan obviously noticed the affronted look in Carmen¡¯s eyes. She did not really care about what others thought of her. The only person she could rely on was herself to defend against the erosion. Wealth and power meant nothing to her. Her eyes were back on Roland again. She attended this party just because her master had asked her to. At first, she did not understand why she had to sacrifice her training sessions for such a superfluous networking event, until a man caught her attention. Once an Awakened reached a certain level, they would be able to know how strong their opponent was. Fei Yuhan had gained such an ability three years ago. She noticed that very few people outside of Prism City were stronger than her. Nevertheless, she could not read anything out of that person. She sensed Roland¡¯s conduct, the tone in which he spoke, the expression on his face, and the micromovement of his skin, which were exactly the same as those of a normal person, but she could not sense any fluctuations in his power. Therefore, she could not figure out how strong Roland was. Common people normally did not have the Force of Nature, however, Roland was a martialist. That was why Fei Yuhan had asked Carmen for help. Although she could do the investigation herself, she preferred to have others take care of these matters for her. Most people were more than happy to help her and, often, did a better job. Then, she heard Carmen slip that man¡¯s name, Roland. Everything seemed to make sense now. A week ago, Fei Yuhan had learned a piece of news from her master that there was a new ¡°hunter¡±, a licensed martialist, in Prism City. Fei Yuhan was not surprised at the news because an outstanding martialist who fought against the Fallen Evils deserved some privileges. It wasn¡¯t until a little later that she learned that this new licensed martialist was not an old member but instead a newbie! This incident would have definitely stirred the whole martialist community had the Association not kept the personal information of licensed martialists strictly confidential. Licensed martialists were typically viewed as equal to champions of the martialist contest, and were sometimes even more respected by the public. This was like telling Fei Yuhan that some newly awakened martialist had just snatched the champion cup from her. How outrageous! If that was the case, her two entries in the championship final suddenly seemed to not matter as much. The new hunter¡¯s name was Roland. Fei Yuhan balled her right hand into a fist, but kept her face expressionless. As a student of an old guard in Prism City, Fei Yuhan had also heard about the disagreement between new and old martialists. One of the main questions they argued about was which school of martialists was the stronger one. Were those who put their lives on the line and trained themselves through numerous battles against the Fallen Evils stronger than combatants on the stage, or vice versa? Fighting against Fallen Evils was indeed challenging, but the chance of encountering a Fallen Evil was slim, and more often than not, the first battle would also be the last for a lot of fighters. Combatants, on the other hand, could train themselves in a more safe manner. However, as they were used to the way they fought, they would easily panic when coming across a difficult enemy. Both theories had a great number of supporters, and it was hard to tell which one was truer in practice. However, Fei Yuhan now found a way to find that out. Roland, who had never participated in any matches and had been continuously fighting against Fallen Evils since his awakening, was definitely an old-school martialist. Compared to Roland, Fei Yuhan was obviously considered as a modern martialist. Her master intended for her to come to this party, probably in hopes that Roland and she, as the representatives of traditional and modern martialists, could get to know each other. However, Fei Yuhan had no interest in involving herself in the conflict within the Association. She never thought she was a modern martialist. In fact, she would have fought against Fallen Evils if her master had not explicitly forbidden her to do so. Just like Roland. She only cared about who was stronger. And Roland seemed to be a decent competitor. Fei Yuhan would have known how big her chance of winning had she been able to detect Roland¡¯s power. Howeover, since she could not, it was hard for her to envision the duel between them. In other words, they were tied. Fei Yuhan curled up her lips. It appeared that this party had become a little more interesting. She had also overheard some interesting conversations between the three girls Roland brought to the party. She heard words like ¡°the Dream World¡±. Also something like ¡°His Majesty¡±. Was this some new trendy game? However, judging from the three girls¡¯ looks, she did not think they were doing some juvenile role-playing either. She decided to ask Roland in person. Fei Yuhan quickly came up with a few questions in her mind. ¡­ In the meantime, Roland finally found the person whom he was looking for. Garcia¡¯s father got a resounding round of applause as he ascended the stage at the center of the hall. Chapter 1145 - A Deal and A Strange Phenomenon ¡°So that man is¡­¡± Dawen muttered unclearly as she was too busy wolfing down the cake she had thrust into her mouth. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s the man we saw on the paper,¡± Roland replied with a nod. He had done some research on the Clover Group before coming here. The man on the stage was Garde, one of the directors and president of the Department of Construction of the Clover Group. As Garcia¡¯s father, he was the fifth child of his family. He expected to see King Wimbledon III, but now it appeared that Zero had not killed the poor King of Graycastle. Roland also realized a fact that the residents in the Building of Soul had now completely blended into this Dream World and developed their own memories and personal relationships. There was no way to know whether Garcia came before Garde, whether the existence of Garcia resulted in the appearance of the Clover Group, or whether Garcia was just a jigsaw puzzle piece that randomly fit in this whole picture. Had Roland not had the memories of the other world, he would have probably also thought this Dream World was a world of reality. Although the Dream World was currently changing in a direction unfamiliar to him, it was essentially based on his own memories. The increasingly bizarre phenomena thus constantly reminded him that he was in his dream. For example, Garcia¡¯s real last name was Wimbledon. However, in the Dream World, her last name was Gar. Unlike Cobb in the movie Inception who needed some personal articles to help him distinguish the dream from the real world, Roland did not require such things to do so. Garde¡¯s speech was all about his gratitude and support to the martialist attending the party. He also, very incidentally, mentioned her estranged daughter. Just as Garcia had predicted, Garde felt sorry about his daughter¡¯s absence and expressed his wish to mend their relationship. The hall erupted in a resounding applause. The journalists danced around taking photographs. Blinding flashlights came with every shot. Roland jeered. This party was totally unnecessary. Garde only needed to abandon his plan to destroy the apartment or well compensate the residents to win Garcia back. After the speech, Garde made toasts. This was the moment Roland had been waiting for. ¡°Let¡¯s go. We¡¯ll come back later,¡± he beckoned the witches and walked up to Garde with a glass of champagne in his hand. ¡­ ¡°President He, thank you for coming to my party. I¡¯ll still need your support for the Green Project.¡± ¡°Naturally, naturally. We¡¯ve been working together for so many years.¡± ¡°Miss Yuhan, do you like the new stadium we built for the championship match on the south side of the city?¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t been there yet.¡± ¡°Oh¡­ haha. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll make it there this year.¡± Roland went straight up to Garde as the latter finished his toasts to the honored guests at the front and made his way through the crowd. ¡°You¡¯re¡­¡± Garde asked hesitantly. ¡°I¡¯m Roland, Garcia¡¯s proxy,¡± Roland said flatly. ¡°Oh, I see¡­ Nice to meet you,¡± Garde said as he took a glass of wine from a waiter and tightened his demeanor immediately into formality. ¡°You¡¯re really lucky to have the Force of Nature. I do envy you young guys.¡± Roland clanked his glass with Garde¡¯s but did not drink his champagne. He said, ¡°I want to talk with you, in private.¡± This invitation seemed pretty rude. Roland, as a newly-awakened martialist, was much younger than Garde, and also had a much lower social and economic status compared to a director of a large financial group. Garde frowned and replied, ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m expected by someone else.¡± ¡°Garcia asked me to talk to you. Aren¡¯t you interested in how your daughter is doing these days at all?¡± Roland said as he raised his voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that some journalists started to look in their direction. Roland was confident that Garde would come with him. Otherwise, he would soon ruin his carefully managed reputation of being a loving father. ¡°Alright,¡± Garde receded resignedly, ¡°if this isn¡¯t going to be long.¡± ¡°Of course. It won¡¯t take you much time,¡± said Roland smilingly. There was a VIP room in the hall. After all the guards withdrew, only Garde, Roland, and Garde¡¯s secretary were left in the room. ¡°Is it OK to have him here?¡± Roland asked while casting a glance at the elderly secretary. ¡°What I¡¯m going to say involves the interest of your company.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine. He¡¯s been working for my family for several decades,¡± Garde said glumly. ¡°I¡¯m more concerned about the three pretty little girls you brought here than my secretary. This isn¡¯t an amusement park.¡± As soon as they were well out of earshot, Garde no longer disguised his impatience and annoyance. Roland knew that Garde was very alarmed. Juding from his stance and position, Roland believed that Garde also possessed awakened power. ¡°The matter we¡¯re discussing in next few minutes concerns these three girls¡­¡± Roland answered with a shrug. ¡°Let¡¯s cut the crap. I want to make a deal with you. They¡¯re illegal immigrants, and I need you to help them obtain legal status and send them to a reputable high school.¡± Garde lapsed into a long silence. At last, he said, ¡°Is this all that you want?¡± If Garde was just some ordinary businessman, he would have probably flared up and walked away. The fact that he waited for Roland to finish his story indicated that he was well bred and civil. ¡°Yes,¡± Roland said defiantly. ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s hard for the Clover Group.¡± ¡°You said it¡¯s a deal, so what can you offer me? Are you going to oppose Garcia or persuade her to abandon that apartment to me?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m her friend.¡± After Roland had found out that the apartment was where all the memory fragments were, Roland was determined to protect it. Anyone who attempted to demolish the building would face a relentless resistance from 300 Taquila witches. The witches could easily, for example, disassemble the track of an excavator or create an illusion that the building was haunted. ¡°Hmm¡­ friends,¡± Garde jeered. ¡°Then we have nothing to talk about.¡± ¡°Not necessarily,¡± Roland said as he produced his hunting license from his pocket and brandished it at Garde. ¡°This is¡­¡± Garde¡¯s expression instantly changed. He turned to his secretary inquiringly. The secretary stared at the license for quite a while before he slowly confirmed, ¡°It¡¯s legit.¡± ¡°How come you have that¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s top secret information of the Association that you aren¡¯t entitled to,¡± Roland talked over Garde. In fact, he did not even know how the Association approved and issued licenses. ¡°You just need to know what it stands for.¡± Garde gazed at Roland darkly. He fumbled with the cigar that he distractedly took out from his inner pocket and spoke at last, ¡°My daughter seems to have made her acquaintance with an extraordinary person. Mr. Roland, the Martialist Association is a law-abiding organization¡­¡± ¡°Do you think I¡¯m threatening you?¡± Roland said with a determined sigh. ¡°Like I said, this is a deal.¡± ¡°So you mean¡­¡± ¡°A successful businessman like you must have encountered many difficulties, right? You may remove enemies standing right before you but not those in hiding,¡± Roland said as he stuck out one finger. ¡°I can take care of that for you, though not everyone. They have to be underground criminals. Also, their presence has to constitute a threat. I have my own ways to conduct my investigation, so don¡¯t you attempt to fool me. In this way, the Association would not notice our deal. I would rather keep this conversation between ourselves.¡± In short, Roland was going to crack down on criminal groups. The capture of these large criminal organizations usually involved a lengthy process, which included collecting evidence, ambushing, arrests, and trials. As such, companies normally preferred to resort to force to avoid substantial financial loss. From Garde¡¯s look, Roland already knew he had had many unfortunate encounters with these criminals. Garde said hesitantly, ¡± Mr. Roland, if you¡¯re serious, then that wouldn¡¯t be a good deal for you.¡± Roland stifled his smile. Garcia was right. Her father was not only a ¡°reasonable person¡± but also a wise one. ¡°Just see them as your deposit. I¡¯m going to ask you to help these three first. The total number would be around 300.¡± ¡°300¡­ illegal immigrants?¡± Garde echoed in disbelief. ¡°The police will get suspicious¡­¡± ¡°Take it slow. I don¡¯t need you to do it anytime soon. Take your time. This is a long-term project,¡± said Roland. who believed, as Celine had suggested, that not every witch liked studying. For example, Elena and Phyllis would prefer to kill Fallen Evils with him much more than poring over books. ¡°In that case, I may be able to help you.¡± ¡°Well then, I look forward to working with you.¡± The deal was sealed after the secretary took pictures of the witches. Although they had not signed an agreement in any form, Roland was certain that Garde would not break his promise. When Roland was about to leave with the witches, Garde suddenly shouted behind him. ¡°Hey, wait¡­¡± ¡°Is there anything else I can help you with?¡± Roland said while turning around. ¡°My daughter, Garcia, how is she?¡± Garde asked after a moment of hesitation. ¡°I called her many times, but she didn¡¯t pick up¡­¡± ¡°Rest assured. She¡¯s doing very well,¡± Roland replied. ¡­ Garde finally ignited the cigar after the door was closed. He muttered to his secretary, ¡°Is he really just some random martialist?¡± ¡°I have the same feeling,¡± the secretary, who had been keeping his silence throughout the conversation, said, ¡°He talked to you with an air of undisguised condescension.¡± Common people would usually talk to him in a timid, unctuous tone or tried to be audacious while pretending that they were not afraid of the huge social and economic difference between them. Garde did not think it was the Force of Nature that made Roland fearless, because he had just awakened. Nevertheless, Garde had not noticed any signs of such timidness in Roland. On the very contrary, he was confident, relaxed, and even a little haughty. It was as though he had seen much of life already. How could that be possible? Roland was around the same age as Garcia. A man in his twenties! For the first time in his life, Garde could not figure out a person. ¡­ ¡°You didn¡¯t have to negotiate with him yourself,¡± Saint Miran mumbled after they left the room. ¡°You¡¯re the king of the two worlds. It¡¯s really rude of him to stare at you like that.¡± ¡°If Lady Alethea were here, she would have put a knife to his throat,¡± Dido agreed. ¡°As a king, you can do whatever you want,¡± Dawnen said disapprovingly. ¡°Lady Alice never cared about what other people thought of her.¡± Roland was amused at the bold speech of these ¡°little girls.¡± ¡°My ministers can¡¯t get in here, and I¡¯ve told you not to call me ¡®Your Majesty¡¯ outside.¡± ¡°Yes, brother Roland,¡± the three witches said together instantly. ¡°By the way, are we still going back?¡± Dawnen eagerly looked at the new servings on the table as she licked her lips. ¡°The feast doesn¡¯t end until midnight, but we might as well head back soon. The other witches are waiting for us,¡± Roland said as he stared up at the darkened sky. ¡°We¡¯ll stay another half an hour and then we¡¯ll set off at 8:00 sharp.¡± ¡°As you command!¡± the three of them chorused and sprinted up to the table. ¡± They do look like underage kids ,¡± Roland thought to himself. He shuffled behind them and was about to drink his champagne when he realized he still had to drive, and dejectedly put down the glass. Just then, the pale, golden champagne suddenly changed. A red swirl of ink suddenly appeared in his glass and gradually formed creepy, crooked words! ¡°Don¡¯t forget what you promised me.¡± A chill ran down Roland¡¯s spine. He fought down the urge to throw the glass away. Roland was holding the wine glass with such immense strength that its stem cracked! Roland, once again, peered down at his champagne and discovered that the threatening words had vanished. The liquid was a pure, crystal-clear pale-gold again. It looked as though nothing had happened. Chapter 1146 - In the Name of Rose Chapter 1146: In the Name of Rose Translator: Transn Editor: Transn An ominous sense of foreboding flooded over Roland. Somebody was obviously watching him in this Dream World. Roland looked up and scanned the faces of everyone across the hall. Who was doing this? A waiter? An enterpreneur? Or an Awakened? Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves at this party. He was the only person being paranoid here. Roland took a deep breath to calm himself down. The messenger must be the same person who had left the note in the book. ¡°Rose Caf¨¦, No. 302.¡± Without a doubt, this person wanted to meet him. This was something beyond the Force of Nature. Unlike witches who possessed various supernatural abilities, martialists were physically faster, sharper, and more powerful than common people. They could, to some extent, release their energy to create some sort of magic, but, overall, they were more combatants than wizards. Plus, Roland did not sense any fluctuations in the Force of Nature. In other words, those words were more likely a result of some other unknown, more superior power. Which was probably what made the Dream World transform. ¡°Hmm¡­ some non-player character is apparently keeping an eye on me,¡± Roland said under his breath. The time in the Dream World was frozen when Roland was awake, so Roland believed, other than the visiting witches and those defeated by Zero, everybody else was fictitious. No matter how ¡°real¡± they seemed to be, they were controlled and manipulated by the creator of this world. Now, that creator seemed to have noticed Roland¡¯s presence and sent him a message. ¡°When did this start?¡± Roland wondered. Was it from the moment he had borrowed the book from Garcia, or the moment he had found the person in the Reflection Church, who had been dead for over 800 years, look exactly the same as Lan in the Dream World? Or had it started even earlier when he and Zero had fought the Battle of Souls. Roland had absolutely no idea. He did not want to dwell on this matter either. The more important thing was what that creator was trying to convey. ¡°Roland?¡± Dawnen¡¯s voice pulled Roland back to the present. ¡°Are you OK?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ I¡¯m fine,¡± Roland said, a little flustered. While shaking his head, he said smilingly, ¡°I¡¯m coming.¡± After making sure that the wine glass was back to normal, Roland put it down on the table closest to him and followed the witches. ¡°You should try this. It¡¯s so tender, but you have to wait for a while¡­¡± Saint Miran handed Roland some barbequed French foie gras that smelled amazing. Roland felt very embarrassed when he saw the three witches dominate the tables and take all the food the chef had just served. Some ladies in the hall started to complain. Their voices were carried back to Roland ¡ª ¡°Who brought them here?¡± ¡°They¡¯re pretty cute, but they look as though they haven¡¯t eaten for ages.¡± ¡°Look at what they¡¯re wearing. I hope they aren¡¯t some little tramps.¡± ¡°Poor things. It¡¯s like they¡¯ve been starving for hundreds of years.¡± Roland gave those gossiping women a cool stare. He did not even bother asking them to stop. ¡°Sorry, but yes, they literally haven¡¯t eaten for hundreds of years.¡± ¡°We ought to bring some of these to our friends.¡± ¡°Right!¡± Roland lapsed into thought again as he chewed the barbequed French fois gras distractedly. Since the creator had enormous power, why did he not talk to him in person? Why did he make everything so difficult? Did he fear that he would frighten Roland, or he did not have such an opportunity? Roland did not think that the creator really cared about his poor nerves. The message in his wine had indeed scared the hell out of him. He thought of the note in the book again. ¡°We¡¯ll meet when we receive divine revelation.¡± Roland ran these words through his head several times and gasped out. ¡°Does it refer to¡­¡± The arrival of the Bloody Moon? The appearance of the Bloody Moon marked the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will. So, he could only talk to the messenger at that time? But how come a person in the Dream World would know things in the other? Time remained frozen in this world if Roland chose not to come here. Even if they were supposed to meet when the Bloody Moon appeared, Roland still had no idea where they were going to meet up. God only knew where the hell the Rose Caf¨¦ was. Why not just meet in the apartment or some other well-known building? While Roland was complaining internally, two middle-aged businessmen walked past him. ¡°I heard that you¡¯re going to build a new golf course?¡± ¡°It has been just approved. I put tons of money into it. Do you play golf, Mr. Gao?¡± ¡°Sometimes. I¡¯m not big on sports, but I¡¯m more interested in the master you recently hired. Someone told me that you just gave three million away.¡± ¡°I had to. It¡¯s all about luck. You know how important luck is for us. I can always earn more money, and I¡¯ve heard that the names given by that master always bring huge profits.¡± ¡°So what is it called?¡± ¡°Green Meadow. It¡¯s right across from the Clover Group¡¯s green project.¡± ¡°Haha, such a pleasant coincidence.¡± Roland stood still. He did not hear a single word of their subsequent conversation. ¡°That¡¯s right! You can always give it a name yourself!¡± For the past few weeks, he had been asking the witches to look for the Rose Caf¨¦, but he had forgotten one thing ¡ª he could totally open a coffeeshop and name it Rose Caf¨¦. If that person really wanted to talk to him, he should not have picked a place Roland had never heard of. If that person had the power to write in his wine, he would certainly know about Roland¡¯s new caf¨¦. Roland had already taken over the second floor of the warehouse. He simply needed to rent another two venues next door to open his coffeeshop. He could even combine these venues into a huge room, add necessary amenities such as tables, chairs and a bar counter, and set the room number as 302! The Taquila witches could be both waitresses and customers. Roland quickly made up his mind after he did a rough calculation of his current funds. ¡­ Fei Yuhan picked up Roland¡¯s wine glass after the latter left the party. She had seen that this new licensed hunters wrench the glass away in great shock, but catch it just in time. It was as though it was not a glass of champagne, but a piece of red hot coal. For a split second, she had even seen Roland freak out. What would make a licensed hunter so unnerved? Fei Yuhan could not think of anything. Even death would not frighten him so much. And this was just a glass of wine. Fei Yuhan was not sure if this was just her imagination. But she did see cracks in the globet stem, which indicated that Roland had lost control of himself. Only newly awakened martialists would make such errors. She thus judged that what ever Roland had seen was definitely something extraordinary. Fei Yuhan sniffed the rim of the glass but did not perceive any noticeable odor. Roland had not touched the champagne, which meant what had shocked him had nothing to do with the wine itself. She slowly gulped down the wine and confirmed her theory. This was just ordinary wine. She was more curious about Roland¡¯s reaction at that very moment than his ridiculous conversation with the three girls, which includes words like ¡°the king of the two worlds¡± and my ministers¡±, because at that moment, Roland was real. Something must have happened at that time. Fei Yuhan put down the glass and looked at the entrance of the hall. Her gaze was burning with curiosity. Chapter 1147 - A Picture Underneath the Sand Chapter 1147: A Picture Underneath the Sand Translator: Transn Editor: Transn When Roland strolled out of his bedroom the next morning and entered the castle hall, the Taquila witches all raised their arms in a kind of salute to pay their highest respects to the king. ¡°Good morning, Your Majesty. Thank you for your hospitality.¡± ¡°I would say it was the greatest experience I¡¯ve had in the past hundred years.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be looking forward to my next visit to the Dream World when the time comes.¡± ¡°¡­ What happened last night?¡± Anna asked curiously as she looked at the God¡¯s Punishment Witches who apparently had yet to come out of their blissful reveries. ¡°A sumptuous party,¡± Roland answered smilingly. Dido and Dawnen had almost ravaged half of the table and crammed the invisible bag with tons of delicacies. Fortunately, nobody had really cared about the food they had taken. Had this been an ordinary buffet, they probably would have been thrown out of the party outright by angry waiters. ¡°That makes me hungry too,¡± Anna said as her stomach protested mildly. ¡°When can I have that kind of food?¡± While staring into Anna¡¯s expectant blue eyes, Roland stroked her graceful head gently and said, ¡°In a few years. I promise.¡± Ingredients were the key to accessing luxurious food. Fast transportation enabled people in the modern society to obtain food from all parts of the world. If they wanted to eat fresh sea urchin from the Port of Clearwater, the boats on the inner river should at least travel two to three faster than they currently did. Of course, an alternative way was to drive the demons out of the Fertile Plains and fly around Graycastle on the ¡°Seagull¡± to try out different food if the former method was not an option. Roland had his usual breakfast that consisted of an egg, bread, and a glass of Chaos Drink, which was really not a satisfactory breakfast compared to what he used to have in his original world. However, considering that the Taquila witches were still relying on tasteless, high-calorie rations to sustain themselves, Roland emptied his plate. After breakfast, Anna bade Roland a quick farewell and left for the laboratory on the North Slope. Like most of the members of the Witch Union, she now hardly had any leisure time in Neverwinter or at the front. Roland returned to his office and strode over to the French window. He saw a few witches pass through the front yard below. They had now completely blended in with the community and were working together strenuously with common people for the future of the human race. Just then, Nightingale pushed open the door and entered. ¡°Mail from the garrison at Festive Harbor,¡± she said as she dropped a thick paper bag on Roland¡¯s desk. ¡°I met Sean downstairs. He wanted to give you this.¡± ¡°Quite heavy, isn¡¯t it?¡± Roland said as he picked up a pair of scissors. ¡°They probably shipped the package here by sea,¡± Nightingale said as she walked past Roland and drew out a bag of pickled dried fish from a drawer. ¡°I checked it. It¡¯s safe to open.¡± Roland unwrapped the package and dumped the contents on his desk. Apart from a letter and a stack of drawings, there were also some ¡°stones¡± sealed in a few bags. They looked pretty similar to the samples provided by Rex the other day. Roland¡¯s brows furrows as he skimmed through the letter. The report by the First Army startled him. The so-called ancient ruin was not just confined to the underwater cave but it actually infiltrated the entire Endless Cape! Under Roland¡¯s order, the garrison at Festive Harbor immediately followed Simbady into the ruin and blasted the entire cave. Infuriated, the Giant Armored Scorpion came out of hiding and was later bombarded by the machine gun squad and the mortar unit before it could launch an attack on the soldiers. This result was by no means surprising. What surprised him, however, was the subsequent exploration to the cave. The engineering team noticed that the ground within a radius of several hundred meters sank to various degrees as a result of the explosion. From the enclosed drawings, Roland saw the beach slope downward as though the ground had caved in. Shortly afterwards, the First Army conducted a few more explosions and excavated the ground before they found 16 similar ruins in the vicinity of Festive Harbor. The area covered by these ruins was as large as seven or eight ports put together. Due to the limited manpower, the people of the Sand Nation had only cleaned up three ruins. The findings at the three locations were amazingly similar. Tablet walls five to ten meters¡¯ thick were found at each ruin underneath the desert, whereas the area uncovered by the walls was carpeted with leafy grass. Roland fell silent after he saw the drawings. First of all, he had to admit that this was great news. With so many tablets, they could now produce as many tracers as possible. In addition to manufacturing tracers, Roland also thought of many other potential applications of these unique electric silicides, such as pressure gauges, lighters, quartz clocks, etc. Also, Celine would now be able to replicate the Magic Cube with the tablets discovered in this exploration. However, the implications behind these findings sent a chill down Roland¡¯s spine. How many tablets in total were there at the Endless Cape if there were already so many at Festive Harbor? If these tablets were really the bodies of some ancient silicon-based creatures, what kind of massacre occured? The fact that the geological features of the three ruins were almost identical indicated that they had been formed at around the same time. Roland used his imagination to see how these ruins had come into being. The desertification was probably not caused by the evaporation of water. Perhaps, the Silver Stream used to be a fertile land rather than an underground river. Everything had, however, changed when a massive war had broken out. The tablet men had been slaughtered by the radiation people, whose bodies littered the entire continent. According to the murals in the Temple of the Cursed, the radiation people had won the God¡¯s relic and obtained the final victory. What concerned Roland most was the aftermath of this huge Battle of Divine Will. As those bodies were silicon-based, they did not decay like those of carbon-based animals. These bodies had thus formed towering walls, which had subsequently blocked rivers and crushed trees. This rendered the whole land uninhabitable for all vegitation, except for some vines that struggled to live in the cracks of rocks. The Southernmost Region had been, hence, destroyed. Nevertheless, mother nature was kind. Whether organic or not, everything would eventually become a part of this world. Hundreds of years later, the bodies were reduced to sand after years of exposure to wind, and that was how the desertification had begun. The vines living in the cracks of rocks had gradually died out over the years. Plants were obliterated except those who were not covered by bodies. The plants that survived strived and thrived in the desert and turned sand back into earth. The whole process had taken thousands of years. During those thousands of years, the bodies on the top turned into the desert they saw today. The lower ones, however, piled up and formed the bank. Since the sand on the top constantly moved about, the pressure applied to the tablets below were subject to constant change. As such, those tablets illuminated and extinguished alternatively, which made it really hard for plants down there to grow. Nonetheless, some species did survive the harsh environment. As for the land uncovered by the tablets, they had eventually become the Silver Stream Oasis where the Ironsand people of the Mojin Clan had settled down and prospered. In other words, both Iron Sand City and Festive Harbor were sitting on the top of weathered corpses. Roland shuddered at this hypothesis. He really hoped that he was wrong. If the Battle of Divine Will would never end, how many people would have to die? Down in the earth and in the depths of the ocean¡­ There was probably not a single acre of land that hadn¡¯t been soaked in blood. Chapter 1148 - Camillas Return Chapter 1148: Camilla¡¯s Return Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Hey, Roland¡­¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice jerked Roland out of his thoughts. ¡°Are you OK?¡± ¡°Er, is anything wrong?¡± Roland said after a clearing throat. ¡°You were staring at that paper for a good several minutes, and you don¡¯t look very well either. Terrible news?¡± ¡°No, I hope that I am wrong,¡± Roland said while shaking his head and briefly recounted his theory. ¡°If that was the truth, what a dismal world we¡¯re living in.¡± Another problem that alarmed Roland was how short their lives were. One life cycle was just a fleeting second compared to the history of this planet that stretched thousands of years before the emergence of lifeforms. Where had human beings and demons been when the radiation people and the tablet men had fought furiously for their survival? If the Battle of Divine Will was unending, then how does one win? No matter how fierce the battle had been, there should have been a winner in the end. Why had both parties disappeared? Roland suddenly regarded this battle with a sense of evil foreboding. ¡°I see¡­¡± Nightingale mumbled thoughtfully. ¡°But even if you¡¯re right, I think there¡¯s still a solution.¡± Roland looked toward her in surprise and asked, ¡°What solution?¡± ¡°Well, I have to make it clear first. I¡¯m not Anna, so it may be just some random crazy idea. Don¡¯t you laugh at me, alright?¡± ¡°I won¡¯t,¡± Roland promised. Nightingale shoved a piece of dried fish into her mouth and said, ¡°First of all, you have to admit that this is going to be a problem that will take at least two generations. So the most important task now was to pass on the information until the time is right.¡± ¡°Right¡­ that¡¯s true,¡± Roland said, nodding. ¡°Then what?¡± ¡°That¡¯s it.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Roland gaped. ¡°Because by that time, this battle will have nothing to do with us,¡± Nightingale replied matter-of-factly. ¡°We can only live once and already have so much to worry about in this life. Why do we want to let something that will only happen after we die bother us now? Whether our descendents would succeed or not and how they are going to do that are their problems. There¡¯s no point of us doing their jobs for them.¡± Roland could not help grinning. So, was Nightingale comforting him? Anyway, this solution was straightforward, simple and overall, very Nightingale-ish. ¡°Are you gloating over my shortsightedness?¡± Nightingale demanded while squinting her eyes at Roland. ¡°No,¡± Roland denied and immediately put on a straight a face. ¡°That was very incisive.¡± ¡°Hmm, that sounds more or less right,¡± Nightingale said with satisfaction as she held her head a little higher. ¡°If you fear our descendents couldn¡¯t do a good job, ask the other races for help.¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°Reconstruct the ruin and record the Battle of Divine Will as this is another way to pass on information. Didn¡¯t you find out the existence of the radiation people and tablet men from the murals in the Temple of the Cursed? Build some underground fortresses in Graycastle and carve the wall to inform the later generations who participate in the war. If time permits, I believe there will be one or two races figuring out what they should do.¡± Roland was momentarily stunned at Nightingale¡¯s insight. Even if human beings were exterminated in the end, they could still preserve their culture and civilization in an alternate way. If some race in the future managed to terminate the endless wars with the help of this information, they would definitely carve a glorious place for humanity in their history. Perhaps, Nightingale herself didn¡¯t even realize how important this was for the future generations. After a long silence, Roland shook his head in amusement, poured her a glass of Chaos Drink, and said, ¡®I¡¯m very impressed with your idea. I didn¡¯t expect you to think this far ahead.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need to hear the latter half of your comment,¡± Nightingale said defiantly and snatched up the glass. Roland admitted that if he failed, this would be his last resort. Although, personally, he would rather be the recorder of history than the history itself. He then summoned Sean and asked him to send the stones in the package to Celine before he commenced his work. In the afternoon, Graycastle greeted a person Roland had been longing to see for a long time. He met Camilla Dary, the butler of the Sleeping Island, in the castle. To Roland¡¯s surprise, Camilla did not came with Tilly. Travel-strained from head to toe, Camilla looked particularly disheveled. This indicated that she went straight to the castle after the ship disembarked. It was apparently not a good sign. ¡°Did you just get here?¡± Roland asked as he poured a cup of tea for Camilla. ¡°You¡¯ve had a long journey. How was Thunder¡¯s exploration?¡± Camilla drained the cup and nearly choked in her cup. ¡°S-something went wrong at the Shadow Islands. Joan¡­Joan disappeared!¡± ¡°Disappeared?¡± Roland echoed, his heart sank rapidly, and he exchanged a dark look with Nightingale. ¡°What happened exactly? Slow down. Tell me what happened.¡± ¡­That was what happened.¡± It took Camilla half an hour to finish her story. ¡°We floated on the sea for two days, but Joan didn¡¯t come back. Thunder said only you would know what happened to Joan undersea. Are those floating pillars and the distorted space real?¡± ¡°This is incredible!¡± Roland rubbed his forehead in a painful sort of way. The more he probed into this world, the stranger it turned out to be. The bizarre phenomena in the Dream World had already confused him a lot, and it appeared the real world was equally mysterious. The lengthened stone pillars and fishes did not seem to be a result of external forces, the evidence to which was that neither Camilla nor Joan had experienced excruciating pain when Joan¡¯s fingers had elongated. Both of them were physically fine. The only possibility Roland could think of was that the space was distorted in the depth of the ocean. Although it sounded pretty outlandish and there was not a shred of evidence to support his theory, Roland knew he had to provide some reasonable explanation to Camilla. The fact that Camilla directly sought him for advice instead of Tilly showed that she was worried about Joan¡¯s safety. From her bloodshot eyes, Roland judged that she had not slept well for the past few days. Perhaps, she was not only concerned about Joan but also blamed herself for Joan¡¯s disappearance. So, he had to say something. Roland had seen even stranger things before, such as a Sealine perpendicular to the horizon, so a distorted space would not be as nearly peculiar as the former. He mopped his forehead fidgetedly and spoke at long last, ¡°I think Thunder was right.¡± Camilla instantly held up her head and asked, ¡°Do you also think Joan¡¯s still alive?¡± ¡°Yes, and she¡¯s probably now to the east of the Sealine.¡± ¡°So, she transported herself somewhere thousands of miles away? Is that¡­ possible?¡± ¡°That¡¯s only my guess here, but one thing is certain, that the water level of the Shadow Waters did drop, right? The change in the water level even impacts the tides at the Fjord Islands, which indicates that it¡¯s a great amount of water we¡¯re talking about here. So, where did the seawater go?¡± Roland said more to himself than Camilla as he picked up a quill and drew a circle on a piece of paper. ¡°I gather they went to the east of the Sealine.¡± Camilla thought for a while and said, ¡°Thunder did say that the seawater near the Sealine were heading westward.¡± ¡°Because if the water didn¡¯t go there, the Swirling Sea would have dried out after two or three tidal cycles,¡± Roland said as he drew another circle several inches apart from the first one. ¡°The question is, if the water was transported from one place to another, the tidals should have come at intervals. However, in fact, the water currents are moving continuously. To make this happen, the water must go through these two circles at almost the same time. So, what¡¯s the fastest way to travel from one circle to another?¡± Camilla ran her finger on the area between the two circles with uncertainty and asked tentatively, ¡°Go straight?¡± ¡°In theory, yes,¡± Roland said as he drew a straight line, ¡°but there¡¯s another possibility.¡± He then folded the paper, and then the two circles overlapped. ¡°In this way, the water can get to the other side almost instantly.¡± Camilla gasped, ¡°How¡­ how can that be possible?¡± ¡°It is weird, but magic itself isn¡¯t something science can explain. For example, Nightingale can transport herself from one place to another in a second and walk through solid walls, which is not something common sense can explain either.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Camilla fell silent. ¡°Also, although it¡¯s now just a hypothesis, one thing you mentioned is quite interesting,¡± Roland said as he thrust the quill through the circles. ¡°You see that this quill has traveled from the front to the back. However, in reality, it traveled in a straight line. So, back to the fish. If the fish traveled thousands of miles within a second, what would you see?¡± Camilla muttered uncertainly, ¡°It¡­ shrank?¡± ¡°Correct. Things that are far away always look significantly smaller than those close to you. Therefore, the fish didn¡¯t elongate. The reason you saw it being stretched was that its body had been thousands of miles away from you.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Camilla heaved a deep sigh and looked much more relieved. ¡°If the other side is also the ocean, Joan should be able to survive.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Thank you¡­¡± Camilla said weakly then suddenly swung sideways and fell to the floor. Nightingale caught her just in time. ¡°She must have been worn out.¡± ¡°Take her to the Witch Building. I¡¯ll let Tilly know.¡± ¡°Yup,¡± Nightingale said as she carried Camilla under the crook of her arm and vanished into the Mist. Chapter 1149 - A Challenger under the Sky A glowing sun sank slowly behind the mountains and laid orangish-red stripes over the vast land below. Unlike the Red Mist, this particular shade of red was pure and untainted. Ursrook liked to ascend the peak of the mountain and bask in a slanting beam of sunshine while admiring the sky above him. He could have flown higher, but he did not want his magic power to break the momentary silence under the canopy of the dusky sky. He felt the sky, flooded with sheets of red and purple lights and interspersed with gilded clouds, was now almost within his reach. It was a very rare experience. Most of the time, he was enveloped by the Red Mist hovering over his head. Although he liked the Red Mist, it created a barrier between him and the sky. He was probably one of the few of his kind who did not like staying at the Birth Tower. Yet Ursrook did not regard himself as an outlander. He simply had a greater desire for magic power than anyone else. Yes, magic power came from the sky. Human beings called it the Bloody Moon, which was somewhat correct. It was rumored that his race would have an ultimate upgrade after they inherited God¡¯s power, upon which they would be elevated from the earth to Heaven. Without a shadow of a doubt, a broader expanse of land was awaiting them. Perhaps, that was where God lived. By then, they would receive immense magic power, which would further lead them to immortality. Ursrook did not completely believe in this theory. He had once tried to leap high into the air. Unfortunately, due to the lack of the Red Mist, when he had reached a certain altitude, he had experienced a series of physical dysfunctions such as a rapid drop in his body temperature, frosted armor, slow blood circulation, and difficulty in breathing. If he had used his magic power to fix these problems, he would have quickly run out of his power. He had once attempted to go as far as he could and almost died during that audacious flight. Nevertheless, his desire for the sky grew even stronger. Because in the midst of the dark purple sky, he had seen something beyond description. It was like a flicker of gleaming scales. Which meant that the theory was not completely groundless. Also, he had heard someone call upon him from far away. It was hardly above a whisper, a long echo of a murmur in his mind, so to speak. Ursrook knew that the Realm of Mind was approaching him. He had been so close to the higher realm. Only the one who could open the gate separating the two realms could be promoted to lord. Ursrook closed his eyes to let the wind carry the warmth of the setting sun to his back, when he heard the patterings of footsteps coming from behind him. ¡°Sir Ursrook, everything is ready.¡± As he had expected, it was his junior guard. ¡°Very good,¡± Ursrook said without turning around. ¡°Keep monitoring them.¡± ¡°Yes, sir,¡± the guard replied, who did not leave immediately but instead asked, ¡°Are those low lives really going to do what we want them to? They should have had a glimpse of your real power now¡­ We sacrificed a lot to set up this trap. If the Sky Lord knows¡­¡± ¡°Right, I understand your concern, but I believe it¡¯s worth it,¡± Ursrook opened his eyes and looked toward the south. He could now see a black winding track stretch across the continent. Over the past six months, numerous demons had been killed in the human territories. The track continued to inch forward with incredible obstinacy. It was as if nothing could stop it. This was the first time that human beings had been at an advantage during a battle without erecting city walls. Ursrook knew he could have easily slaughtered the human beings in various ways if they had built the track in an area dominated by the Red Mist, however, it was extremely difficult to wipe them out on the Fertile Plains. First of all, the number of troops at his command was pretty limited. Even if the lord sent him reinforcements, the victory would cost him dear considering that the humans would have already fully established themselves on the plains. So he must exterminate this new human army in its infancy. ¡°How do you feel about the war recently? Do you feel thwarted?¡± The guard answered after a moment of silence, ¡°That¡¯s because we¡¯ve burned our bridge behind us.¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s because our enemy dragged us into the arena to face a battle to death,¡± Ursrook corrected him. ¡°We¡¯ve established outposts and also tried to expand the Red Mist. However, these two methods didn¡¯t work as well as 400 years ago, because human beings now possess weapons with large shooting ranges. Whether you view them as low lives or not, it¡¯s a fact. Our every single movement is currently under the scrutinies of the witches, which is why there has been hardly any progress lately.¡± Ursrook broke off his speech, his right hand outstretched in the direction of the black track, and gradually balled the hand into a fist. ¡°Nothing will change if we don¡¯t erect the Birth Tower. Therefore, I have to blind their eyes and chop off their arms before they¡¯re awakened so that they can¡¯t play their old trick, even though this means that I¡¯ll have to sacrifice two outposts!¡± As Ursrook spoke, a horrible, contorted smile flutter over his face, and the air around him stirred. He knew that at the encampment at the end of the track, somebody was watching him. Perhaps, the disturbance of the magic power just now had already created a commotion over there. ¡°I¡¯m at your service, sir!¡± The guard shouted respectfully as he sensed the immense magic power. Ursrook did not tell the guard that he was now very close to his next upgrade. Soon, his power would experience a significant increase. Perhaps this upcoming battle would help him upgrade. War was always the fastest way to improve oneself. Even the king would love to participate in a battle. If he became a lord, the Sky Lord could no longer control him. As for whether human beings would take the actions in the direction he desired, Ursrook was not worried at all. He knew perfectly well men¡¯s habits They would always come for the bait. The sun had now completely sunk below the mountains. Darkness gradually crept over as the last drop of sun rays faded out and left a few faint glimmers of stars strewn over the sky. Ursrook remembered that one time he had soared into the upper air. He had reconfirmed his desire that day. Now, he was working toward his goal. And human beings were possibly thinking exactly the same thing as he was now. In this battle that would determine their fates, only the victor was entitled to the unknown realm and the Origin of Magic. He was waiting for this upcoming final settlement with great anticipation. Chapter 1150 - The Ambush Plan (I) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Just as Nightingale had suggested, Camilla collapsed mainly because of the mental strain rather than frailty and fatigue. She completely recovered after two days, as though all that she had experienced was just a dream. Roland was hugely relieved. Camilla was the key to their ambush operation. Although Camilla distanced herself from him immediately, becoming wary and alarmed again, Roland was glad to see her come back to normal. He knew Camilla was still worried about Joan. However, she managed to suppress her anguish, as she had something more important to worry about. Roland decided to keep the news of Joan¡¯s disappearance from the other witches, particularly from Lightning, and only disclosed it to a very few selected witches, including Tilly, Anna and Nightingale. He knew Joan was a member of the Neverwinter Exploration Group, of which Lightning was the leader. Currently, as the two main figures responsible for the outer defense of the First Army, Lighting and Maggie had been staying on the frontier for several months under exceptional pressure. Plus, Lightning had been hurt by the Magic Slayer, so Roland would not allow any news to disturb her state of mind. The following week, he traveled back and forth between the Third Border City, the weapon test site and the castle boardroom, aiming to finalize their ambush plan. Since their biggest threat at the moment was the Magic Slayer much faster and also more nimble than regular Devilbeasts, it was very hard for him to develop a perfect plan to kill him. He had thought that the plan would only take him two or three days, but he had encounter some major difficulties during mock operations. Fortunately, with the help of various parties, he had finally drafted a feasible operation plan. The pre-operation meeting was held in the underground hall at the Third Border City a week later. Alethea spoke first. She turned on the magic core and projected the image of the rear of the Taquila ruins on a screen that ran across the wall for several meters, looking exactly like a window that had been opened in midair. Nevertheless, this was not a real window where one could poke his head out of, so there was literally not much to be seen. As Alethea could not adjust the angle of the projector after the Five-Colored Stone was broken, they could not see the surroundings of the ruin. However, the ¡°window¡± was facing the demons¡¯ Red Mist supply line directly, which provided them with a fairly good reference as to where to set up the ambush. ¡°This Red Mist supply line stretched away on the continent to the northeast and southwest, and there¡¯s a group of demons supplying the Red Mist pretty much every day on this route. Ten months ago when Lorgar found the demons and when Ashes went to locate them, this number increased to three. Using the information, we can determine how many troops our enemy has lost and how many are left. Since they only have one supply line, the Senior Demons would not deviate from this line too much when they retreat.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t they build a fake Red Mist supply line?¡± Wendy asked apprehensively. ¡°As long as the demons still rely on the Red Mist to sustain themselves, this information should be reliable,¡± Alethea explained patiently, though she had answered the same questions several times. ¡°They did transport a large amount of the Red Mist to mislead us once, and also used the Red Mist to attack us from a long distance. However, they¡¯ve never reduced the Red Mist to deceive us, because that would be suicidal.¡± ¡°It¡¯s very easy to understand,¡± Agatha put in. ¡°If the demons really had alternative supplies, they would have invaded the interior of Graycastle directly from the Misty Forest or the Hermes Plateau, which would definitely cause more damage than attacking from the frontier. If they have something else other than the Red Mist, they would no longer need to hold on to the Obelisk made of God¡¯s Stones.¡± Seeing no more objections, Alethea continued, ¡°The demons¡¯ supply team is mainly made up of transformed Siege Beasts and several Mad Demons, which would not pose any threats to our Special Unit and the ¡®Seagull¡¯. With this taken into consideration, our main target will be the Devilbeasts in the sky.¡± ¡°As for the location,¡± Alethea said as she pointed to Edith, ¡°I agree with this mortal¡¯s judgement. She¡¯ll take over from here.¡± ¡°This is a joint effort of the General Staff and the witches,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region said while smiling gracefully. ¡°Also, special thanks to Miss Lightning and Miss Maggie for supplying us the map. Please take a look at the report you have. The land to the east of the Red Mist supply line is as flat as a pancake with hardly any trees, so it¡¯s not ideal for an ambush. Nonetheless, the ¡®Seagull¡¯ could see everything from above. The landscape to the west is much more rugged, and there¡¯s a small mountain there.¡± Roland flipped open the report on his desk and found the map. Compared to the high definition map drawn by Soraya, this map was apparently much simpler. Roland gathered that it was probably Lightning¡¯s work when she rode on Maggie in the sky. Although it was not accurate enough to serve as a guide for the troops and the artillery, it provided them with basic information on the rear of Taquila. ¡°We can more or less see the landscape on this side through the phantom instrument, so we need a map to supply the part not shown on the screen. There are three locations where Miss Andrea could shoot. One is the crest of the mountain in the north, another in the jungles in between, and the other the protruded area at the foot of the mountain in the south.¡± ¡°The best location would be the crest,¡± Roland cut in. The so-called ¡°mountain¡± was actually no more than 100 meters high, and it looked like a huge mound of earth in the distance, but this was the highest point in this area. Nothing could be more important for a sniper than a clear view. From a high point, a sniper could not only hit his target from a distance but could also spy on the enemy on the ground. ¡°Yes, Miss Andrea said so too,¡± Edith agreed with a nod. ¡°That mountain is relatively far from the Red Mist supply line. If the ¡®Seagull¡¯ catches up with the Magic Slayer, the Special Unit would have to travel a long way to provide supports. Also, there¡¯s no place to hide on the top of the mountain, so we¡¯ll be pretty much exposed to the Devilbeasts in the sky. If anything happens, the ¡®Seagull¡¯ would not be able to come to rescue at a moment¡¯s notice. The most important reason is ¡ª we can¡¯t see it through the phantom instrument.¡± Roland said thoughtfully, ¡± So, do you fear¡­ that the demons would come?¡± ¡°This is the highest point of this area. I would be extremely careful if it were me. Although Lightning says the demons haven¡¯t done any war preparation, it doesn¡¯t hurt to be cautious, since this is, after all, a war of magic. Like the way we use the Sigil of Screaming your Majesty had put at the headstream of the Redwater River, we don¡¯t necessarily need a garrison. We simply need an alert. Remember, the biggest priority for the Special Unit is to maintain its secrecy. If they¡¯re exposed, there will be no point whatsoever in setting up an ambush.¡± ¡°To be honest, back in the Union age, the most difficult part was to make mortals understand magic power.¡± Just then, Alethea¡¯s voice came to Roland¡¯s mind. From the reactions of the people on the floor, it appeared that the message was exclusive for Roland. ¡°Mortals rarely take magic power into account and act as if they¡¯re living in a different dimension from us, but this mortal is different¡­ Your subordinates do have quite interesting personalities.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because you guys have never really taught them. Not everyone is a genius. Education is the most effective way to elevate a civilization,¡± Roland replied casually and then turned to Edith. ¡°So, which location did you pick?¡± ¡°In the jungle,¡± she replied quickly. ¡°The sniper team will have a narrow view and could hide in there easily. They could monitor the sky while at the same time supporting Princess Tilly if necessary from the jungle. Of course, they could also hide at the foot of the mountain but it¡¯s too close to the Taquila ruin. If the enemy retreats, they¡¯ll be spotted very quickly. So overall, the jungle isn¡¯t the best option but ¡ª¡± ¡°The most thoughtful one,¡± Roland supplied Edith¡¯s answer. Edith agreed with a smile while placing her hand on her chest, ¡°Exactly. Two units would round on the Magic Slayer. Miss Andrea could shoot him if he isn¡¯t aware of the ambush. If he is, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches will be stopping him. Nevertheless, the whole ambush plan relies on the new weapon made by Queen Anna.¡± Chapter 1151 - The Ambush Plan (II) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland knew what the Pearl of the Northern Region was referring to. He had encountered many technical difficulties during the manufacturing process of the God¡¯s Stone bullet, such as the caliber and casing. He was trying to make the God¡¯s Stone as large as possible, but large stones normally generate a large anti-magic area. Also, a large caliber weapon would inevitably be heavier than normal ones and was a lot harder to hide, transport, and use. In the past week and after numerous tests, Anna, Agatha, Lucia, and Andrea had finally nailed the parameters of this new weapon. To make sure that an equal force was applied to the bullet, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation was shaped into a cylinder with a width of 30mm coated with copper and equipped with a sharp bullet head. The bullet itself had a caliber of 35mm. This was the only way the God¡¯s Stone inside wouldn¡¯t be crushed by the gunpowder. The ¡°black hole¡± created by the God¡¯s Stone would be around one and a half meters, which meant that the barrel of the gun should be at least two meters. Due to its huge size, the parts of the gun had to be detachable to fit in the Magic Ark. Furthermore, as the gun would have a high recoil due to its huge caliber, a special mount would be employed when using this weapon. Because of the above-mentioned technical difficulties, the final version of the gun was abnormally colossal. It was simply impossible for a sniper to reach the bolt and load the cartridge by himself. The gun was nearly as heavy as two grown men put together and required more than one person in the Special Unit to operate. Although the gun was equipped with a muzzle brake and a buffer, the shooter could still sustain injuries from the recoil. Fortunately, one good thing about this new weapon was that they only planned to use it once. With this in mind, these drawbacks became acceptable. A large caliber also had a few advantages. The biggest strength was a longer shooting range or, more precisely, a longer effective shooting range. A bullet would normally deviate from its original course beyond a certain point and become ineffective. However, Andrea could direct any bullets precisely to their designated landing spots. That was why this new weapon had, theoretically, a shooting range of over ten miles. Now, Roland understood why Edith had chosen the jungle as the ambush location. As this weapon required a much longer time to assemble and prepare before use than Ashes¡¯ gun, the operator had to take some cover to avoid the demons¡¯ scrutinies. ¡°Lastly is the retreat route, ¡± Edith said as she pointed to the map. ¡°After the battle at Taquila officially begins, the First Army will dispatch a unit to support the retreating Special Unit at five to six miles from the left. As for when we should launch the ambush, it really depends on how the demons react. That¡¯s all for the plan.¡± The plan, which had taken Edith a week to finalize, was soon approved. After a brief discussion, Edith nailed the members of the two teams. The ambush team was comprised of Sylvie, Andrea, Camilla, Margie, and Ashes. The former four would mainly be responsible for the ambush while Ashes would be the general protector. Lightning would be the scout. She could transport the God¡¯s Stone bullet that Maggie could not. The God¡¯s Stone would not affect her as long as it was hung by a rope. Otherwise, the team had to walk to the ambush area. There were ten people in total in the Seagull team. Maggie was the scout. Apart from Tilly and Wendy, the rest of the team were all God¡¯s Punishment Witches, of whom Zoe was the leader. Roland expected to have more people on the team. However, since the big caliber gun, grenades and armor had taken too much space, Roland had to cut down the number, not to mention that Hummingbird had already reduced the weight of these supplies. No strategies or tactics were needed for such a direct confrontation. The only thing they needed to do was to take things slow and advance step by step. The entire operation almost exhausted their resources, which forced Roland to rethink about their transportation facilities. Currently, the First Army solely relied on the inner river and the railway to transport supplies and troops. If they had an armored cavalry, they simply needed to send the armored cavalry to cut off the demons¡¯ supplies and envelop the enemy from the rear. In that case, the Magic Slayer would be very likely cornered due to the lack of Red Mist. At the end of the meeting, Edith rose again and shot Roland a hesitant look. ¡°Anything else?¡± Roland asked, his brows raised. ¡°After the final battle begins, I hope you and the City Hall could move to the Third Border City for the time being.¡± She paused for a second and then went on, ¡°Also, the witches in the Castle District should do so as well.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Barov, who had been wanting to interrupt, finally seized a chance to cut in. ¡°Are you ordering His Majesty?¡± A little flustered, Anna asked, ¡°Do you think the demons will attack Neverwinter?¡± ¡°Very unlikely, but there¡¯s a possibility,¡± Edith replied placidly. ¡°The Red Mist supply line doesn¡¯t necessarily equal to the exact number of the demons. For example, it could be either 3,000 demons or just 1,000 demons having an expedition. The demons have been to Neverwinter once anyway. However, this time, they aren¡¯t just going to warn us but are coming straight to the Castle District. What if they aren¡¯t Mad Demons but Senior Demons¡­¡± There was a short strained silence. ¡°They won¡¯t mind abandoning Taquila?¡± Agatha questioned as she frowned. ¡°If a loss is inevitable, they won¡¯t care that much.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Roland said, smiling airily. ¡°Let¡¯s do it. Barov, you take care of the City Hall. You know what to do, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Yes, of course, Your Majesty.¡± Indeed, even if Edith did not make the suggestion of relocating to the Third Border City, Roland was still planning to spectate the unfolding of the war in the hall. Although he could only see a small part of Taquila, this was a very rare opportunity to watch a ¡°live¡± battle. ¡°So, everyone, I know what you¡¯re all thinking about,¡± Roland announced as he straightened up. Beyond a doubt, everybody would devote themselves to the war that would determine their very survival on this planet after this meeting. He knew it was time for him to make a closing statement. ¡°You¡¯re right. We¡¯re now very close to our victory. Although few people know about this war, and even fewer understand its implication, I¡¯m sure this war will be remembered by the entire human race at one point in the future! We started preparing for it even before the Battle of Divine Will starts and have successfully kept the demons away from the Fertile Plains. Whether the demons are held up in the Sky-sea Realm or not, we¡¯ll win! I just feel sorry that I can¡¯t come with you to the front.¡± The hall was dead silent. Roland could see everyone was excited, their eyes glistening. ¡°Beat the demons and take Taquila. I¡¯m looking forward to this battle!¡± Roland shouted while laying delicate stress on each syllable as he surveyed the room. ¡°As you command!¡± everyone chorused. Chapter 1152 - Persuasion Chapter 1152: Persuasion Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Two days later, the ¡°Seagull¡± made a slow descent on the runway next to the forest terminus station. Tilly saw Ashes waiting for her as she got off the plane. As usual, Ashes immediately came here, although she knew this was going to be a short meeting. Sometimes, Tilly even doubted whether Ashes had fulfilled her duties entrusted by Roland. Yet Ashes always said to her, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Leaf is now in the form of the Heart of Forest, so nobody could possibly hurt her. She¡¯s always the first person to notify me of your arrival.¡± ¡°How long are you going to stay here today?¡± Ashes asked her after the onlookers scuttled away. ¡°I¡¯ll be here until tomorrow morning,¡± Tilly said heavily as she stared into Ashes¡¯ smiling eyes. She had promised Roland to persuade Ashes, but now her confidence somehow wavered. ¡°Iron Axe and Edith came here as well. The ¡®Torch¡¯ project is close to its end, so there¡¯s a lot to clarify.¡± ¡°So you¡¯re staying overnight¡­¡± Ashes mumbled thoughtfully. ¡°Well in that case, let¡¯s go to the campsite first. Leaf grew some new fruit that taste really good. I¡¯ll set up a bonfire in the evening so that we could have some barbeque¡­¡± Every time Tilly had leisure time, Ashes would instantly fill her schedule. ¡°Not this time. I have to do a lot of preparation work tonight and probably won¡¯t have time.¡± Deflated, Ashes sighed, ¡°Alright¡­ I see.¡± Tilly could not help giggling as she saw this invincible Extraordinary be subdued like a punctured balloon. She instantly felt more self-assured. ¡°But I¡¯m not the person who¡¯s going to be busy. It¡¯s going to be you actually. We¡¯ll work together in the next few days, so you have to get prepared.¡± ¡°Me?¡± ¡°Yes, the Special Unit needs you to intercept the demons, so you¡¯ll have to pack tonight and go to the front with me tomorrow morning. Of course, we¡¯re going to take the ¡®Seagull¡¯,¡± Tilly said smilingly. ¡°As for Leaf, I¡¯ll ask Roland to appoint another person to take care of her.¡± ¡°¡­¡± It took Ashes a while to put herself together. She complained, ¡°You could have told me at the beginning¡­¡± While Ignoring Ashes¡¯ protest, Tilly averted her eyes and said, ¡°We don¡¯t have time for barbeque today, but we could still have some fruit. Do you care to take me there?¡± Ashes immediately extended her hand and said, ¡°Sure.¡± ¡­ After they returned to their abode at the encampment after dinner, Tilly told Ashes the operation plan drafted by the General Staff. Ashes seemed to have already predicted that she¡¯ll be in the sniper team. However, when Tilly mentioned about the operator of the ¡°Seagull¡±, her face clouded over. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that you¡¯re going to operate the ¡®Seagull¡¯.¡± After a moment of silence, Tilly looked up into her eyes and replied, ¡°I¡¯m the best person for this task.¡± ¡°But Roland promised me that he would take care of you. He would never let you participate in the war!¡± Ashes flared up. ¡°I need to talk to him ¡ª¡± ¡°He didn¡¯t agree with this arrangement.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Roland didn¡¯t agree on this matter,¡± Tilly said. ¡°I volunteered. So, how are you going to stop me? Are you going to tie me up and imprison me in the castle?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Ashes froze. ¡°Well, Roland would probably do that himself if this was a suicidal mission. But like I said, the ¡®Seagull¡¯ will just act as a contingency plan. Only when Andrea fails to kill the Magic Slayer will we get involved in this operation. Plus, what I need to do is simply drop the God¡¯s Punishment Witches off before the demon.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it dangerous? This is the Magic Slayer we¡¯re talking about ¡ª¡± ¡°I knew you¡¯re going to say that,¡± Tilly cut across her off resignedly. ¡°Do you really think that I¡¯ll surpass the Magic Slayer and drop the God¡¯s Punishment Witches under his nose?¡± ¡°If not, then how are you going to do that?¡± Ashes asked, her brows furrowed. ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Witches can¡¯t fly. If the Magic Slayer doesn¡¯t fall for the trick, this plan won¡¯t work.¡± The most important task for a decoy was to convince the enemy that he had a good chance of winning. Otherwise, the Magic Slayer would retreat even faster, and the bait usually took most of the risk during an operation. ¡°I¡¯m glad that Edith isn¡¯t as simple as you are,¡± Tilly said while rolling her eyes. ¡°The demons need the Red Mist, so they won¡¯t swagger our way as bold as brass, and we don¡¯t need to use the ¡®Seagull¡¯ to lure him. We simply need to cut off his supplies. The Magic Slayer will definitely recharge himself, because he won¡¯t be able to flee the plains with his tiny little gas tank. In other words, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches are awaiting the arrival of their weary visitor and dragging him into battle. So, Wendy and I will have enough time to come back safely.¡± Ashes lapsed into a long silence and then spoke hesitantly, ¡°But what if¡­¡± Tilly shook her head and said, ¡°I¡¯m not saying that this plan is completely risk free, but at least the risk is under our control. I¡¯ve told you that the ¡®Seagull¡¯ is just a part of this plan. I won¡¯t put myself in danger unless I¡¯m as silly as you. In fact, the main reason I decided to go to the front is you. I¡¯ll never feel settled if I stay at the rear watching you fight!¡± ¡°Your Highness¡­¡± Ashes said, speechless. ¡°Say my name!¡± ¡°Ti ¡ª ¡± Before Ashes announced the word, Tilly grabbed Ashes by the collar, stretched herself up to her tiptoes, and kissed her. Ashes felt warmth wash over her. This was the first time that Princess Tilly had kissed her. Then Tilly disengaged herself and looked away. In the guttered candlelight, Ashes saw a fleeting blush on Tilly¡¯s cheeks. ¡°Every time you went on a trip, whether we were living on the Sleeping Island or in Neverwinter, I was always the one left behind, awaiting your return which I don¡¯t know will come in a few days or a few months. But it wasn¡¯t like this before. Back in the old king¡¯s city, we were always together. Then why do we have to part now? Weren¡¯t we also in danger when the church hunted us?¡± Tilly turned around and gazed into Ashes¡¯ eyes. There was a twinge of starchiness in her voice. ¡°I don¡¯t want to wait anymore.¡± From the steely gray eyes, Ashes knew that Tilly had made up her mind. ¡°I see, but on one condition,¡± Ashes sighed deeply. She knew the Wimbledons were notorious for their temerity. ¡°I know what you¡¯re going to say. Don¡¯t force yourself. Make safety your top priority. Roland told me all that¡­ Well, I know what I¡¯m doing. This is all common sense¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what I was going to say.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Tilly gaped. ¡°One more time. This is my condition.¡± With these words, Ashes pulled Princess Tilly into a hug and lowered her head. Chapter 1153 - A Real Monster Chapter 1153: A Real Monster Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The following morning, at Tower Station No. 9. The officers and commanders, after working for more than a week, finally returned to the headquarters at the frontier. However, Tower Station No. 9 was, technically, not the real frontier now. Agatha noticed from the map that the railway was now just 15 kilometers away from the ruins of Taquila, and the area within a radius of five kilometers had all been converted to the green ¡°safety zone¡±. The biggest change this week, however, lay in the area three kilometers from the ruin, which was an alarming red color. ¡°You¡¯re finally here,¡± Morning Light, Ferlin Eltek, said as he trotted up to them and administered a perfect military salute. The army and the rest of the General Staff all rose to their feet and saluted as well, excited and relieved to see their commanders come back. Agatha was also put at ease when she saw the smiling looks on her coworkers¡¯ faces. This meant that the newly-developed red area did not really impact the entire ¡°Torch¡± plan. ¡°Well done, everyone. You all did a good job,¡± Iron Axe praised while nodding in satisfaction as he tapped the map. ¡°Ferlin, did the demons send their reinforcements?¡± ¡°No, sir,¡± Morning Light replied. ¡°Those are ditches dug by the demons.¡± ¡°Ditches?¡± ¡°Miss Sylvie saw them first. Some demons crept out from underneath the Red-Mist-enveloped ground and started to dig the ditches six days ago. Then Miss Lightning confirmed Miss Sylvie¡¯s story and marked the area as dangerous.¡± Iron Axe, Edith and, Agatha exchanged looks and asked, ¡°Are they trenches?¡± ¡°We think so too, because, according to Lightning¡¯s map, those ditches, although pretty crude, are very similar to the First Army¡¯s trenches. The horizontal ones are three to 100 feet apart and connected to several vertical ones,¡± Ferlin explained as he unfolded a crude drawing in front of them. ¡°The biggest difference is that the demons dug more vertical ditches for retreating purposes, and these ditches almost level, with a differential of less than two meters, so they look tidier than ours.¡± ¡°They¡¯re learning from us,¡± Agatha muttered, unable to help herself. If what they had heard about the first Battle of Divine Will was true, then it was the second time that the demons had learned from human beings. ¡°Very interesting,¡± Edith said after she studied the drawing. ¡°Those vertical ditches aren¡¯t for retreating. They¡¯re for attacking purposes instead.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Iron Axe agreed. ¡°The trenches can somewhat block shells, but they can¡¯t block the Longsong Cannons. A few trenches won¡¯t change anything. The only way for them to change their situation is to attack the First Army.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why they make the vertical ditches so close to us?¡± Ferlin said with a look of comprehension. ¡°That does save a lot of time when the trenches are so packed like this.¡± ¡°So, what are we going to do?¡± Agatha asked. ¡°Nothing,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region sneered. ¡°When they¡¯re within the shooting range of the cannons, ask the ¡®Blackriver¡¯ to fire. Although it¡¯s like putting fine timber to petty use, His Majesty has provided tons of ammunition for us to use in this final battle. I dare them to run right into us against the artillery fire.¡± Iron Axe turned to Ferlin and asked, ¡°How¡¯s the railway construction going?¡± ¡°The demons fought back but didn¡¯t cause much damage,¡± Ferlin reported. ¡°The Mad Demons know that they can¡¯t approach the encampment, so they rarely come close to us. It was mostly the Devilbeasts. However, only 10 to 15 Devilbeasts come at a time, so I guess there aren¡¯t many Devilbeasts left in Taquila now. We could have detained more Devilbeasts if the Senior Demon didn¡¯t get in our way.¡± ¡°Did the Magic Slayer come?¡± Agatha asked as her brows drew together. ¡°More than once,¡± Ferlin confirmed and nodded. ¡°The battles unfolded pretty much the same way every time. The anti-aircraft machine gun squad first fired at the Magic Slayer, and then the Devilbeasts joined the battle.¡± Ferlin¡¯s face turned one shade darker. ¡°Every time I saw him, I felt¡­ I was fighting a real monster.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Edith asked in curiosity. ¡°He always appeared where we were most unguarded. Then we would go into a sort of trance the moment he landed. Now, it should be noted that the soldiers were all wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation at that time,¡± Ferlin said slowly. ¡°If we didn¡¯t have a God¡¯s Stone to protect us ¡ª for instance, those who hid in a bunker, too curious for their own good ¡ª we would have panicked outright. The closer we are to the Magic Slayer, the more susceptible we¡¯ll be to his influence. When the encampment sank into complete chaos, the Devilbeasts in the sky would dive and attack. Although Sylvie would always notify us beforehand, it¡¯s not easy to stop a plummeting Magic Slayer that can¡¯t be killed with just one or two shots. The best we¡¯ve done so far was break one of his arms.¡± ¡°It looks like that he isn¡¯t always lucky,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region said with a faint smile. ¡°But the thing is, when he showed up a few days later, his broken arm was healed as if nothing had happened,¡± Ferlin said with a bitter smile. ¡°Well, the demons may have a special treating method as we have Miss Nana, but¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± Iron Axe pursued heavily. ¡°Many soldiers reported to the General Staff that the Magic Slayer becomes increasingly sneaky. It¡¯s like he has gradually got the hang of the battle. Before, one machine gun would be enough to block him, but now, we need two or three squads. If we didn¡¯t have the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation and the weapons created by His Majesty, he would have¡­ killed all of us just by himself.¡± ¡°They were like that in the Union age,¡± Agatha said through her teeth. ¡°As long as they¡¯re alive, they¡¯ll get upgraded in the next battle.¡± ¡°As long as they¡¯re¡­ alive?¡± ¡°Senior Demons upgrade through battles. The more severe their injuries are, the more powerful they¡¯ll become next time in terms of magic power and combat techniques. They¡¯ve killed many Extraordinaries. In a way, we helped them improve,¡± the Ice Witch said as she closed her eyes. ¡°Nevertheless, not every demon survived their injuries. He must have some special abilities to heal himself!¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­ that he¡¯s a Senior Demon with both the cursing power and a self-repairing ability?¡± Iron Axe asked tersely. ¡°Very likely,¡± Agatha said resolutely with a hint of steel in her eyes. ¡°Ferlin¡¯s right. This is a real monster. If we let him go, we¡¯ll have great trouble in the future. So, we must destroy him in this ruined Holy City!¡± Chapter 1154 - A Repeated Fate Chapter 1154: A Repeated Fate Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Agatha, Iron Axe, and Edith departed for the front by train after they disclosed the operation plan finalized in Neverwinter. The double-track railway had now forked out into four branches for both operation and transportation purposes, with exactly the same setting as the various stations. There would be much more work for the construction team, but headquarters understood that the terminus station, Tower Station No. 10, would probably not come into use for the final battle. The commanders knew that once the contruction of all the stations were completed, there was nothing the demons could do to turn the table. First of all, it was extremely hard to destroy the ¡°Blackriver¡± made of steel. Even in the event of a disruption of the transportation system, the army could still sustain themselves with the military supplies at each station while the railroad was amended. Given such circumstances, the demons could no longer defeat human beings by cutting off the supplies, and they certainly could not directly clash with the fortified stations and their firearms. The only way left for the demons was to stop the First Army before the completion of Tower Station No. 10. In other words, the decisive battle would break out at any time rather than on a specific date. The railway was now strictly protected by various bunkers, trenches, and fortresses. Also, as Agatha had noticed, the railroad facing the Holy City had turned at a small angle, which enabled the train to parallel Taquila. Roland suggested that this was the optimal firing angle for the train-mounted guns. The two armored trains, the ¡°Blackrivers¡± were now standing magnificently at the end of the railway. Like two moving fortresses, the armored trained were equipped with four revolving gun turrets that would instantly fire when the demons attempted to approach the railway. The 152mm-caliber Longsong Cannon mounted on the top was pointing at the sky in the direction of the Taquila city. As Agatha ascended the lookout tower at the center of the encampment, she saw the city ruin half-buried in the thick, dense bushes around it. Forlorn ran through her when she saw the dilapidated city lay woefully below her. Even though it had been over 400 years, she could still make out the faint outline of the old Holy City from this desolate relic. ¡°Were you born there?¡± Edith asked. Agatha nodded. The memories of the past flooded back to her. ¡°Congratulations. From today onwards, you¡¯re officially a member of the Union.¡± ¡°You¡¯re really the youngest High Awakened in the history of time. Welcome to the Quest Society.¡± ¡°Wow, you¡¯re so amazing!¡± ¡­ ¡°Do you know what you¡¯re doing? They¡¯re all valiant soldiers who devoted everything to the Union. They¡¯re just in a coma, and you want to conduct tests on them?¡± ¡°You know how slim the chance is for them to wake up. They sustained head injuries! I¡¯m sure they¡¯ll prefer offering their bodies to dying in their sleep.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t accept it.¡± ¡°This is an order signed by Lady Alice. If you can¡¯t accept it, then you¡¯re free to leave.¡± ¡­ ¡°Your ladyship, the city is breached. I¡¯m afraid the allied forces couldn¡¯t hold up any longer! Let¡¯s get out of here!¡± ¡°But my sister hasn¡¯t come back yet.¡± ¡°She¡¯s a member of the Defending Army and she¡¯ll never abandon her post. If you end up dying here, she sacrificed herself for nothing!¡± ¡­ ¡°Now, run for your life!¡± ¡°But¡­ your ladyship, where can we go? Taquila is gone.¡± ¡°Never give up. There¡¯s still a hope! Climb over the mountain, cross the river, and head to the Barbarian Land¡­ Go re-establish the order!¡± ¡­ ¡°Why did you stay? You¡¯ve still got a chance to live if you leave now.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have magic, but I know that it¡¯s my duty to protect you.¡± ¡­ ¡°Your Majesty, she¡¯s awake.¡± As the miserable past floated out of her memories, Agatha felt as though she had lived her old life once again. Agatha had been an outcast in the Union. Although people called her a genius, she had been marginalized by the other witches in the Union due to her attitude toward common people. She had later been further renounced by the Quest Society because of her objection to the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan and forced to conduct experiments in secret in the Misty Forest. Nevertheless, Agatha still deeply loved Taquila. It was the last human city that had witnessed numerous heroic moments. Thousands of witches and common people had been killed during the battle against the demons, one of whom was her sister, who had taken her perpetual rest beneath one of the fallen city walls. Agatha, however, did not feel much comfort in her survival. Instead, she felt a surge of heavy guilt weigh down upon her. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard her dying companions call for help. Agatha tried to convince herself that she was not a deserter. She survived to avenge her sisters and retrieve the land that had once belonged to the human race. It was her relentless belief in the God¡¯s Punishment Witches that kept her moving forward. She was living for them. Two giant skeletons loomed through the ruin. They were the demons¡¯ new weapons and also the start of her nightmare. Agatha looked toward Iron Axe and said, ¡°I have a request.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Iron Axe replied while nodding. ¡°If the First Army could move ten more kilometers toward Taquila, I hope the God¡¯s Punishment Witches and I could fire first.¡± Nothing but thunder and flame could end her nightmare. The roars of the cannons would raze the ruin of the Holy City to the ground, and the relic, along with the remains of her fellow witches, would once again return to the Fertile Plains. But Taquila would be reborn from the ashes. ¡­ In the evening of the third day, Sylvie noticed the demons¡¯ movements when the construction team managed to extend the railway to around 12 kilometers from Taquila. A large number of Mad Demons crept out of the Red-Mist-corrupted ground underneath the giant skeletons and swarmed toward their trenches. Then two enormous ¡°shadows¡± materialized in front of the ramshackle city wall and ambled over to the encampment. Sylvie immediately realized that they were two huge God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation very similar to the God¡¯s Stones of Punishment Pillar in the battle at the North Slope. These two humangous stones were as large as some raw ores in the mines and cast a 150-meter-long shadow on the ground, which completely blocked the vision of the Magic Eye. Instantly, two blind zones in the scouting area were created. No matter what the demons¡¯ intention was, Sylvie knew this must be a desperate struggle from the enemy, as they had dispatched over 1,000 Mad Demons at a time. This was unquestionably a sign of the final battle. Sylvie called the underground headquarters at once. A few seconds later, a shrill, piercing alarm cracked like a whip through the air above the encampment! Chapter 1155 - The Battle of Taquila (I) Chapter 1155: The Battle of Taquila (I) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn As the alarm went off, the soldiers at the frontier immediately entered the state of high alert according to their contingency plan. ¡°Hurry up! Drop what you¡¯re working on and go to the exit closest to you!¡± The soldiers responsible for evacuating the encampment yelled as they directed the construction team to the shelters. ¡°Don¡¯t push and don¡¯t look around! Remember, no matter what happens outside, don¡¯t leave the shelter!¡± ¡°Shelter No. 6 is full!¡± ¡°Same here in Shelter No. 7!¡± ¡°Get going. Go to the next shelter. Don¡¯t block the passage. All of you, move!¡± This was not the first time that they had to evacuate the railway stations. Although the air was filled with the exasperated, short-tempered hollers of the soldiers, nobody was panicking. Around 2,000 workers ebbed away into the underground bunkers through the exit passages. These bunkers at the rear of the encampment, all built by Lotus, were plastered with steel plates. They could not only provide the soldiers accommodation but could also shield them from spears and machine guns. Even if the outer ring of the defensive line was broken through, the shelters would still remain safe. After the tidal waves of people receded, darkness soon closed in upon the construction site which had been alive with flickers of light just a moment ago. ¡°The evacuation is completed. Lights are all off. The First Army is now filing into the encampment,¡± Sylvie informed the other units while casting a quick glance at the surroundings. The observation room above the headquarters was currently the busiest place of the frontier. A dozen telephones lining the table rang continuously. As there were so many messages, the staff only forwarded the most important ones to Sylvie. Meanwhile, the officers collected information and translated it onto the map to provide references for the headquarters staff. Sylvie, as the ¡°eye¡± of the army, had now become the central information hub of the observation room that facilitated the efficient operation of the First Army. ¡°OK, I see. Miss Sylvie, this is Van¡¯er from the artillery battalion. I hope you could provide us with the demons¡¯ location and firing parameters.¡± ¡°Same request from the ¡®Blackriver I¡¯ and ¡®Blackriver II¡¯!¡± ¡°Hold on a second,¡± said Sylvie as she swept a glance to the front. The ¡°shadows¡±, which were slowly edging toward the army, had just entered the shooting range of 10 miles away from the encampment. Based on their current rate, it might be another five to six hours before they reached their final destination. Therefore, the most pressing issue at present was to learn the operation intention of the demons. What were they plotting and why did they create the blind zones with the God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation? When magic power ceased to work, they had to resort to human eyes for observation. She picked up the Sigil of Listening and asked, ¡°Lightning, Maggie, can you hear me? Where are you?¡± ¡°We just took off. Maggie is above me.¡± Soon, a voice came from the other end of the line, mingled with the shrill alarm. ¡°What happened? Did the demons attack us?¡± ¡°It looks like it, but the demons obscured the majority of my vision. I reckon they¡¯ve used giant God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation again.¡± ¡°Noted. I¡¯ll go take a look.¡± ¡°Leave it to us, coo!¡± Compared to what Sylvie saw in the observation room, Lightning viewed the battlefield as something completely different. She saw firelights gradually shrink as the night pressed on. The distant land was engulfed by a velvety darkness and looked both serene and unfathomable. The Fertile Plains was still deep in its slumber, without noticing, in the slightest, the upcoming war. It was almost unbelievable that the demons had already taken actions had Sylvie not warned them. ¡°Maggie, turn on night mode!¡± ¡°Coo, coo, coo!¡± The white pigeon immediately expanded, and her body turned into a furry ball. A massive head poked out of the gigantic sphere with two large, glassy eyes that were about to burst out from their sockets. ¡°Transformation complete. I¡¯m now in the form of an owl, coo!¡± ¡°Then, let¡¯s go ¡ª ¡± Lightning steadied the ¡°giant owl¡± perched on her head and flew toward the northeast. However, Sylvie¡¯s voice came out of the Sigil of Listening in a rush as they neared Taquila. ¡°Come back, you guys! The Magic Slayer is coming!¡± Lightning shuddered as terror paralyzed her limbs. She managed to suppress her fear before replying with gritted teeth, ¡°Even if he¡¯s coming for us, he won¡¯t find us that fast. Plus¡­ if we go back now, we won¡¯t be able to know what the demons are hiding behind the God¡¯s Stones, right?¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. He can¡¯t get me with just a Stone of Flight. As long as I avoid the anti-magic area, I¡¯ll be safe.¡± Lightning clenched her fists. Her hands started to sweat, but she knew she could not run away from the battle anymore. Over the past half a year, she had slowly come to realize that she would never become a brave person like the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. Even that train conductor had more guts than she did. Nevertheless, she was not fighting the enemy all alone. She knew Maggie, Lorgar, Joan, and many other friends had her back. They had helped her to overcome her fear and start all over again. Gradually, she had recovered her power. After what seemed to be a long and arduous journey, she had finally returned where she had fallen half a year ago. Now, she only needed to overcome two more obstacles. One was to fly past the Magic Slayer, and the other was to¡­ Strike back as a retaliation! ¡°Maggie, I¡¯ll leave him to you,¡± Lightning unbuttoned her flight suit, stuffed the owl down the front, only leaving its head poking out of the collar, and then accelerated. She could definitely manage to fly at the speed of sound for ten kilometers. ¡°Be¡­ be careful, the Magic Slayer¡­ s-saw you¡­¡± Sylvie¡¯s voice came out from the sigil inarticulately as the reception went in and out because of the synchronization of magic power. Lightning knew that she had exposed her trait. The Magic Slayer could definitely hear the popping and crackling sounds of her passing through the sound barrier. But she was faster than sound, which meant by the time the Magic Slayer heard her, she was already way ahead of him. A few seconds later, Maggie spied the Magic Slayer. ¡°That monster is at your front right, coo!¡± Before Lightning could see the Magic Slayer in the dismal moonlight, a haze of black light suddenly overcast the sky! Without a doubt, the Magic Slayer could see better in the darkness than Maggie. He had not only spotted her but also tried to cut her off. Upon realizing Lightning was way faster than him, he generated the anti-magic area. Lightning instantly raised her speed to its maximum and started to dive. For a split second, Lightning felt the grimy and chilly black haze brush past her ankles. The next moment, she had shaken the Magic Slayer off. As she was no longer threatened by the anti-magic area, she straightened up and zoomed across the demons¡¯ encampment. The whole encampment then slid into her view. At the moonlit encampment, Lightning saw the demons were pushing two large God¡¯s stone cylinders forward. Like two gigantic bell towers on their sides, the pillars were at least 20 meters long and three meters tall. Behind each pillar were seven or eight neatly lined Spider Demons which were hobbling slowly in the direction of the First Army. Right behind the Spider Demons were tons of Mad Demons, which were apparently using the pillars as some sort of mobile bunkers. Chapter 1156 - The Battle of Taquila (II) Chapter 1156: The Battle of Taquila (II) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn After Lightning crossed the encampment, she climbed higher and paused in midair. ¡°What¡¯s the matter, coo?¡± Maggie asked while raising her head. Lightning did not answer but turned around and peered down at Taquila. The visibility of this impenetrable blackness was less than 200 meters, and it was a rather hopeless attempt to look for the Magic Slayer under this condition. But that did not matter. Lightning knew the Magic Slayer could see her. Her back was currently facing the moon, so the Magic Slayer would instantly spot her when he stared up. Nevertheless, he did not come after her. He knew he could not catch up. So, he decided to let her go. In a way, she won! Lightning took a deep breath, outstretched her right hand with her finger tips still trembling, but she mustered her courage and gave him the finger. That was the gesture Roland had taught her ¡ª a gesture of victory! Then she whipped around, headed to the First Army¡¯s encampment without casting one last backward glance, and told Sylvie everything she had seen. ¡°A neatly-cut cylinder made of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation? Noted,¡± Sylvie said as she wrote down the approximate size of the pillars and then handed the sheet of paper to Agatha, who quickly figured out the exact location and shape based on the size of the God¡¯s Stones. The data was soon transmitted to the observation room. Although there might be errors in this calculation, at least they had something to rely on now. Sylvie thus made a rough estimate of the location of the pillars and called the Artillery Battalion. A moment later, there was an earsplitting roar from the Longsong Cannons at the encampment. Firelights erupted from the muzzle and flitted across the sky like fireflies and pierced the darkness. As more cannons joined the battle, the encampment became vaguely visible. Sometimes shells streaked in the air like plummeting comets and left long tails behind them. A long echo of the explosions rent the air and awoke the Fertile Plains from its deep sleep. ¡°So beautiful, coo¡­¡± Maggie mumbled as she stared at the artillery encampment in a daze. Lightning stood against the wind with her hands clenching into fists. Now, there was only one more obstacle to overcome. ¡­ Ursrook hovered in the air and watched mounds of earth rise and fall with an air of detachment. This was the most powerful weapon human beings had invented so far. One projectile could kill a dozen junior demons instantly without even physically contacting them. The iron shards ejected by those projectiles could penetrate armor and sink into flesh even from dozens of meters away. Even for him, he was not completely sure whether he would survive a direct blow. In the report submitted to the Sky Lord, he called this weapon ¡°fiery rain¡±. Apart from that, human beings had also invented individual weapons such as ¡°fire bolt¡± and ¡°fire fork¡±. Apparently, the evolution of the human race largely relied on fire. The lord believed this was a kind of upgrade, but he was more inclined to viewing such progress as a coincidence. Witches obviously possessed more diverse abilities than common people. Perhaps a singular witch, whose ability was fire control, had finally awakened after several hundred years and helped the human population to master this natural element. However, even if human beings developed in a direction he did not wish to see, it did not mean there was nothing he could do about it. He could create boulders out of God¡¯s Stones to block the fiery rain. Ursrook noticed that God¡¯s Stones seemed to be impervious to the impact of explosions. When these projectiles brushed past the stone pillars, they bounced off, without leaving the slightest trace on the pillars. The real danger lay in the fiery rain that penetrated the pillars and reached the symbiotic demons inside. Their impenetrable armor appeared to be impotent under the attack of the fiery rain and was instantly cracked and collapsed in one blow. Ironically, the king seemed to have great faith in those pillars that could not feel pain and believed that it was the most epochal breakthrough their kind had obtained so far from the ¡°legacy shards¡±. The stone pillars not only provided far more supplies to the front but also more strategic options. The king believed that 100 such pillars would be sufficient to annhilate the entire human race. Therefore, 100 pillars was exactly what the lord had given him. Nonetheless, over the past half a year, not only did he fail to exterminate the human race but their grip on Taquila seemed to have loosened as well. Less than 40% of the pillars were now left at Ursrook¡¯s disposal. If the Sky Lord had not so blindly trusted the king, Ursrook would not have found himself in such a disgusting dilemma. If those stone pillars were destroyed halfway, he would have nothing but junior demons to fight the enemy. That would be almost like suicide. Even the stone pillars would break upon the tremendous force of the fiery rain, let alone those unarmored junior demons. However, Ursrook did not care. All these sacrifices were for the final victory. And human beings would have to pay for them. ¡­ At 10:00 at night in the underground headquarters. The battle had lasted for three hours. Every five minutes, Iron Axe heard a magnificent crash coming from above that was followed by a cloud of dust showering down from the ceiling. He heard no sounds other than the roaring cannons from the encampment. It was as though the demons were not participating in this battle at all. This was so unusual compared to the previous battles he had partaken. To save ammunition and preserve the cannons, Iron Axe had asked the Artillery Battalion to refrain themselves from shooting too frequently but to aim at the area exclusively behind the black shadow. The problem was that they were unable to see whether the attack was effective through the Magic Eye. The only thing he could confirm at the moment was that the 152-caliber Longsong Cannons could not destroy the God¡¯s Stone of Punishment Pillars. Although the hailing shells significantly slowed down the stone pillars, Iron Axe knew those pillars would eventually recover. He wondered how the Spider Demons mobilize such gigantic monsters. ¡°Damn it,¡± Iron Axe snapped irritably as he punched the table. ¡°If this occurred during the day, those monsters wouldn¡¯t stand a chance!¡± The biggest problem for the First Army now was that they did not know where their shells landed, which meant that the soldiers were aiming blankly at the blind zones that stretched around 150 meters, with no feedback to rely on to correct their firing angles. According to Sylvie, the Magic Slayer was hovering outside the encampment, apparently on the alert for Lightning. Although Lightning was fast, it was essentially very energy-consuming and also dangerous to fly at such a high speed while at the same time infiltrating the demons¡¯ encampment to provide information on the landing spots for the First Army. Yet the soldiers must have some feedback to continue with the operation. If such information was not provided in a timely manner, they would find it hard to effectively kill the demons. Of course, the First Army could have directed all the shells to the blind zones to keep the demons at bay. However, if the demons chose to retreat, all their ammunition would be wasted. Furthermore, it appeared that several Mad Demons that flanked the blind zones and attempted to launch a pincer attack. They were clearly visible to the soldiers, but Iron Axe felt reluctant to waste the ammunition on just a few demons. ¡°That was why the demons chose to fight at night,¡± Edith said serenely. ¡°This is actually better than I thought. Thanks to Sylvie, we can at least see the enemy in the darkness. Why do you look so restless? It¡¯s the demons who should worry.¡± ¡°I just don¡¯t want to waste the ammunition that took us so long to produce,¡± Iron Axe grumbled while frowning. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. They can¡¯t go on like that forever. I think the demons know that as well. They¡¯ll probably fight back once they are within shooting range of the mortars,¡± the Pearl of the Northern Region said while curling up her lips. ¡°Unfortunately for the demons, they don¡¯t know that things will soon change. The moment they enter the shooting range of the flares, we¡¯ll have a clear winner of this battle.¡± Chapter 1157 - The Battle of Taquila (III) Chapter 1157: The Battle of Taquila (III) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn When the two stone pillars crossed the median and were five miles from the encampment, the First Army launched the Detection Balloons and stopped firing. The Magic Slayer also noticed the change but he could not figure out the intention behind this movement. He knew that the balloons must be used for scouting purposes, but he did not understand how that was supposed to work when it was pitch dark on the battlefield. When the fiery rain finally stopped, the Magic Slayer instructed his army to accelerate. After the stone pillars were within four kilometers of the encampment, the Artillery Battalion loaded the cannons and prepared the flare projectiles. After the first night raid, Roland had instructed the workers in Neverwinter to produce some rudimentary illumination devices. These illumination devices were essentially the same as mortars, except that there was a miniscule parachute attached to the tail of the shell and the gunpowder at the front end was replaced with a mixture of powdered magnesium and aluminium that could burn for a long time. Roland had intended to use the same projectile used to eject mortars to project flares. However, during the test, he had noticed that small-caliber bullets were neither bright enough nor had a great lasting power. Therefore, he had decided to use large-caliber shells instead. Although those shells were still not as bright as sunlight, they were sufficient enough to illuminate the battlefield. It was actually the First Army¡¯s first time using flares in a real battle, which was obviously another suggestion from the General Staff. When the demons were only three kilometers away from the encampment, Iron Axe ordered the soldiers to fire. ¡°Yes!¡± Van¡¯er hung up the phone and shouted, ¡°Shoot flares at the largest firing angle. Ready, go!¡± A few explosions filled the air, and soon dazzling orange light dispelled the darkness that had weighed heavily upon the battlefield. Then more flares rose into the air, ignited, and plunged downward. Like numerous tiny suns, these flares spilled light across the area within a radius of three kilometers and outshone the moon and stars strewn across the sky. Now, the soldiers saw the giant stone pillars, the Spider Demons, and the Mad Demons that were once hidden in the darkness! Even though the flares only illuminated a small area, it was enough for the soldiers to find their targets. Shells streaked toward the demons behind the stone pillars. It was like the shells knew where they were going! For a split second, the demons were rooted to the ground in shock. Within the blink of an eye, the demons¡¯ encampment erupted in deafening explosions. ¡­ Ursrook gazed at the ¡°light balls¡± drifting down from the sky. His expression finally changed. Now he understood why the humans launched the balloons. They were no longer flustered and defenseless like they had been six months ago during that night raid as they had learned how to cope with a night battle. The fact that they waited for this moment to implement their new tactic told Ursrook that human beings were no longer the low lives that they used to treat with contempt. Ursrook, for the first time, realized that human beings can rival them. He must inform the king of this new development! This was the decision he made at that moment. At the same time, Ursrook further confirmed his belief that he must exterminate this army at once and leave it no chance to disrupt their development plan. He rested his eyes back on the battlefield. Through the fiery rain, he saw a huge gap between his army and the stone pillars that were supposed to be within their shooting range. The junior demons, which were supposed to close in from either side of the encampment, had fallen far behind and failed to provide quick assistance to those pillar-shaped symbiosis. Apparently, the junior demons were thwarted by the fiery rain. Instead of shielding them from shells, the lit blind zones had become a narrow death zone for the demons. Was he supposed to destroy those light balls? No¡­ human beings could produce as many of these light balls as they wanted. Plus, he was being watched. Ursrook accelerated abruptly and tore toward the human encampment! He dodged a series of fire bolts darting toward him, skidded to a halt in front of a balloon suspending in midair, and grabbed the lookout in the basket by the neck before the latter could escape. Ursrook¡¯s face split into a nasty, contorted smile as he stared down at the horror-struck man. Then he ripped the man apart. He dropped the body and uttered a sharp, piercing wail. That was the order to launch the general attack. Encouraged by Ursrook¡¯s power, the junior demons below growled as they came out of hiding and swarmed toward the human encampment. The entire battlefield was stirred! ¡­ The First Army had totally controlled the pace of the battle. The flares in the air lit the area within a radius of three kilometers. As the demons emerged from behind the blind zones, both the mortars and heavy machine guns produced earth-shattering roars. Since both parties understood that this was the final settlement between the two races, the battle became the fiercest and bitterest they had ever experienced. The Fertile Plains was thus turned into a sort of butcher house as the two powers clashed. The Mad Demons continuously sent out spears until their arms gave away. Many of them crawled across the battlefield and left a long trail of blue blood as they were indifferent about their broken legs and penetrated torsos. The same applied to the First Army. Bullets rained down. Wounded soldiers were soon replaced by new ones. It appeared that nobody cared about the pelting stone needles from the Spider Demons anymore. The only time they ceased to fight was when they reloaded their guns. This ferocious battle lasted from midnight to dawn. When the first faint hint of sunlight was visible in the east, dozens of Devilbeasts joined the battle. This was evidently the demons¡¯ last struggle. The machine gun squads raised their guns and collaborated with the anti-aircraft squads to defend against the demons. The Magic Slayer rushed into the encampment and attempted to stop the soldiers from firing, but was repulsed by a rain of shells. It appeared that human beings were now very close to their victory. By noon, the roars of the guns had stopped. Agatha and Iron Axe stepped out of the underground headquarters and strolled to the frontier. The air was impregnated with the pungent smell of gunpowder, but Agatha, for some reason, liked it. The demons¡¯ bodies littered the ravaged meadow that had been, at one point, green and thick. Their blood trickled down to the ground and soaked the earth. A sheen of ghostly blue light glazed off the bushes and grass the demons had once trodden on. The Giant Skeletons in Taquila were still standing erect in the distance, but Agatha knew after this battle, the demons could no longer impede the progress of human beings. Men would soon recapture the Holy City. ¡°We won!¡± Somebody broke the silence. Agatha did not know whether it was a soldier, a witch, or one of the Taquila survivors. However, this did not matter anymore, because, in the next moment, the encampment erupted into a loud wave of cheers. This was a victory that belonged to the entire human race! Chapter 1158 - The Defeat Chapter 1158: The Defeat Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The celebration did not last long, and all the soldiers soon resumed their work. The First Army immediately attended to some of the most pressing matters such as treating the wounded, making a statistic report on casualties, mending the railway, and cleaning up the battlefield. The headquarters knew very well that the victory of this battle did not mark the end of the ¡°Torch¡± project by any means. Although it now seemed certain that they would recover Taquila and that the demons were very unlikely to renew their effort after this failure, they could never let their guard down. This war would keep going until humans permanently eliminated the Magic Slayer who was now still at large. Mankind had to leave their jubilant celebration until the final moment when they erected the Graycastle flag at the top of the ruin and when the army safely returned to Neverwinter. After a heated discussion, the executives at the front reached a mutual understanding that there should be less than 500 demons left in the ruin of the Holy City after this battle, which implied that the demons no longer posed a threat to the First Army. Their focus should now shift from the construction of Tower Station No. 10 to the ambush operation that specifically targetted the Magic Slayer, as the First Army currently did not need Sylvie to maintain constant vigilance against raids from the demons. To avoid any new complications concerning this battle, the First Army resumed the bombardment the next day. As shells showered down, the demons had no choice but to slowly retreat from their trenches to the ruins of Taquila. In the end, only the Magic Slayer managed to stay close to the defensive line. Nevertheless, as their main target, he could now barely approach the encampment and certainly could not stop the First Army from advancing. After several fruitless attempts, the Magic Slayer gradually stopped showing up. On the fourth day of the war, the railroad was finally within shooting range at 10 kilometers. Agatha, Phyllis, and the other hundred witches were waiting to fire the Longsong Cannons as Iron Axe had instructed. As the number of the cannons was very limited, Van¡¯er, the commander of the artillery battalion decided to tie the fuses together with ropes so that the witches could fire at the same time. Every single God¡¯s Punishment Witch, born in Taquila, were determined to avenge their fellow companions and rebuild the Holy City. They understood that this was going to be a historical moment that would become a part of human history, although they might not necessarily survive this Battle of Divine Will. ¡°I have to apologize to you,¡± Phyllis said to Agatha softly as she held the ropes, ¡°400 years ago, I thought it would be a disaster to entrust important tasks to mortals and more than one time, I laughed at you behind your back.¡± ¡°Yes, many people thought like you back then,¡± the Ice Witch replied smilingly. ¡°And how do you feel about it now?¡± ¡°Now¡­¡± Phyllis said thoughtfully while curling up her lips. ¡°It¡¯s actually not too bad to fight along side mortals.¡± ¡°Ready ¡ª Go!¡± Just at that moment, Van¡¯er raised his flag. Everybody pulled the fuses back toward them, and soon thunderous roars reverberated across the encampment. A dozen shells rose, hurtled across the field, and pelted down at the Holy City. Shockwaves rippled as the explosions took place, swept over the relic of this old city that had witnessed the past 400 years, and blasted the demons hiding in it to smithereens. ¡­ ¡°It has started,¡± Sylvie muttered. ¡°Yes,¡± Andrea said indifferently, who could feel the ground quivering even at seven or eight kilometers from Taquila. It was hard to imagine what suffering the demons had gone through after being continuously bombarded by the Longsong Cannons for a night. ¡°It has been five days now, right?¡± Margie grumbled. ¡°Will the Magic Slayer come today?¡± ¡°Who knows?¡± Ashes said, shrugging. ¡°I want to have hot pot and potstickers in Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Grrr¡­¡± Somebody¡¯s stomach groaned in mild protest as soon as Margie finished talking. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll be also happy to have roast meat and ice cream bread¡­ Aw¡­¡± Ashes thrust some rations into Margie¡¯s mouth and said, ¡°Have some rations if you feel hungry. Although it doesn¡¯t taste very good, it will, at least, fill you up.¡± ¡°And please don¡¯t forget that we¡¯re still on a mission,¡± Camilla Dary added. ¡°You can think about food as much as you like when you¡¯re back to Neverwinter. Now, concentrate and get your job done.¡± ¡°She was tempted, too. She just never understands jokes,¡± Andrea thought to herself while shaking her head, and then rested her eyes back on Taquila. As the First Army started to strike back, the Special Unit also, as planned, left the encampment, went around the ruin, and crouched down in the jungle to the west of the Red Mist supply line. Since they did not know when the Magic Slayer would retreat, they had to wait in ambush and wait. The witches were used to living in a harsh environment. To avoid unwelcome attention from the Devilbeasts lurking in the sky, they neither pitched tents nor made a fire. Everyone wrapped themselves up in a thick blanket and spent the night in trees. As for food, they ate wheat cakes to sustain themselves. Andrea suddenly started to miss the life in Neverwinter. To be honest, when she had moved to Neverwinter with Tilly, she had thought the so-called ¡°home for witches¡± was just another empty promise made by the ruler, another city in which they were going to take refuge just temporarily. She had been determined to leave with Tilly if the latter decided to relocate again. However, now she was not so sure whether she would stick to her original plan. In Neverwinter, she slept in a soft bed and had the liberty to try numerous delicacies. There was a constant supply of hot and cold water for a bath, as well as an excellent heating system that allowed her to walk barefoot in winter. She had never lived so comfortably even when had been a noble. Such a leisure lifestyle had nothing to do with extravagance or self-indulgence but was more of a refined and sophisticated culture. Andrea knew Neverwinter had pretty much won her over. Fortunately, Roland and Tilly got along well at the moment, so she did not need to make a decision anytime soon. Andrea thought she should request a huge reward from Roland after this mission was over. Ideally, she hoped the Magic Slayer would stick to Taquila and be blasted into pieces by the cannons. If the Magic Slayer chose to flee, Andrea would then hope she could kill him with one shot of the God¡¯s Stone bullet. The worst scenario would be that the Magic Slayer noticed their ambush and zigzagged across the field to dodge their bullets, in which case, they had to resort to their last solution: the ¡°Seagull¡±. Andrea did not really think that the Magic Slayer would be blasted to pieces or successfully killed in the ambush. Over the past five days during the night battle, the Magic Slayer had kept changing his position above Taquila, which made it extremely hard for her to take the aim. Andrea was not sure whether this was a pure coincidence or that the Magic Slayer was deliberately avoiding her. ¡°Awwwwww ¡ª ¡± Suddenly, there was a piercing scream that filled the air. ¡°What happened?¡± Ashes asked. ¡°One shell hit the Giant Skeleton!¡± Sylvie exclaimed. ¡°There¡¯s a big hole in the back of the Skeleton. Goodness, that thing¡­ is howling!¡± ¡°It can actually feel pain! I didn¡¯t expect it to be a living being.¡± ¡°Red Mist came out of its wound like it¡¯s bleeding,¡± Sylvie said while gazing upon the southeast. ¡°The Magic Slayer is charging at us too.¡± ¡°I wish someone could just shoot him down,¡± Andrea said while spreading out her hands. ¡°Hang on¡­ No, the Magic Slayer turned around halfway!¡± Sylvie corrected herself, frowning. ¡°What¡¯s going on? The Skeletons are retreating as well. Some demons are attempting to stop them and are being stomped to death. They¡¯ve lost control¡­¡± After a long silence, Sylvie asked tentatively, ¡°Are the demons killing each other?¡± Andrea and Ashes exchanged looks. This was a sign of an utter rout in every way. Did the demons finally break down and lose their morale as they were unable to continue to fight under pressure?¡± Their suspicion was soon confirmed by Sylvie. ¡°The Magic Slayer has fled Taquila!¡± Chapter 1159 - The Ambush Chapter 1159: The Ambush Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Andrea!¡± Camilla yelled. ¡°I, I got it ¡ª ¡± Andrea said as she quickly grasped the gun, closed her eyes and concentrated her mind. She muttered to herself, in a hope that the Magic Slayer did not spot her, and then her eyes snapped open! In a second, her vision contorted, and everything seemed to overlap with each other and elongate indefinitely. She knew she now possessed the vision of the Magic Eye. As numerous trees and the vast land stretching ahead gradually slid into her view, she felt the surroundings instantly light up. At the same time, she was connected to Sylvie¡¯s mind. By the time the images around her slid into focus, her eyes had been somewhere several kilometers away. A familiar armored figure rushed into her sight, and Andrea could feel the Magic Slayer brimming with heaving power. His power was so thick and strong as though it had condensed into a physical entity. Unguarded, the Magic Slayer zoomed through the air. Andrea was not sure whether he was too shocked at the loss of Taquila or at the fled Skeletons. ¡°How¡¯s it going?¡± Ashes asked darkly. ¡°The Magic Slayer¡­ isn¡¯t aware of our presence!¡± Andrea said in excitement. ¡°He was flying toward the Red Mist supply line, a little east to our shooting range! Load the gun. This is perfect!¡± Ashes gave a curt nod and loaded the gun with that huge God¡¯s Stone bullet. The bolt produced a gentle click. The target was at eight to nine kilometers, not surrounded by any other demons. The wind was coming from the northeast. Out of all the shooting conditions Andrea had thought of, this was the most ideal one. She thus took her aim at the Magic Slayer while holding her breath. Thousands of lines stretched away toward the Magic Slayer, some of them swirling and some twisting. However, most of them immediately faded out, leaving only one silver curve shimmering before her. Andrea knew that she had located her target. She felt her magic power inside her dropping rapidly. Andrea knew this would be her only chance to kill the demon! Andrea clenched her teeth and pulled the trigger. With an earsplitting explosion, Andrea felt something bludgeon her shoulder heavily and started to sway backwards when Ashes caught her just in time in her arms. ¡°I really don¡¯t like you holding me like this,¡± Andrea protested airily while twitching her lips. Her shoulder was now numb and swollen with pain. Andrea knew she had to seek Nana later for treatment. One drawback of a large-caliber weapon was its high recoil, which was unavoidable no matter how many buffers installed to the gun. Andrea had already realized during the test that this weapon could only be used once, despite that they could produce tons of God¡¯s Stone bullets. The operation was physically and mentally demanding, and the weapon itself was so heavy it was almost all that the Magic Ark could carry. Nevertheless, Andrea was confident in her superb shooting skill. Only savages preferred a ferocious close-range combat. For example, the one who was now pulling her back belonged to that category. ¡°I hold you back only because of Sylvie,¡± Ashes said gruffly while rolling her eyes. ¡°How did that go? Did the Magic Slayer ¡ª ¡± ¡°Just a minute,¡± Andrea said as she pressed her finger to her lips. ¡°The bullet is still en route.¡± The silver thread was shrinking rapidly. It was not attached to the Magic Slayer but brushed past him and formed a tiny angle, as though the bullet and the demon were vying with each other for the same destination. The God¡¯s Stone would not deviate from its course once it escaped from the muzzle. The only variable was the target. If the Magic Slayer changed his direction, then all their effort would be in vain. It took 25 seconds for the bullet to reach the Magic Slayer. The only thing she could do now was to pray that the demon would stay where he was. Gusts of winds continued to push the bullet from the east to the west, making sure that its speed did not drop. Andrea held her breath as the bullet drew close to the demon. For a moment, she even broke her silence. ¡°Don¡¯t move. Don¡¯t move. Don¡¯t move¡­¡± she muttered out loud. Just at that moment, the Magic Slayer turned around abruptly, and their eyes met! Andrea was frozen to the spot. The next moment, the falling bullet landed precisely on the demon¡¯s back. The God¡¯s Stone crumbled under immense pressure and splintered into numerous tiny pieces, but the damage was nothing next to what the Magic Slayer sustained. Andrea had not expected that the small stone would generate such enormous power. The demon¡¯s thick armor was ripped open, and his blood and inner organ gushed out like a muddy waterfall from the large hole created by the bullet. As the hole was too huge, the body of the Magic Slayer snapped in half. The demon rolled over in the air and then plummeted to the ground. It took Andrea a while to come out of the trance. She swallowed hard and then said, ¡°The Magic Slayer is¡­ dead.¡± ¡°We did it?¡± Margie asked jubilantly. ¡°Yes,¡± Sylvie said on a deep sigh. ¡°The bullet slashed the demon in half. Even Nana wouldn¡¯t be able to cure him in such severe condition.¡± ¡°Good job,¡± Ashes said as she patted Andrea on the shoulder and then instructed over the Sigil of Listening, ¡°Lightning, ask the ¡®Seagull¡¯ to come over here. We¡¯re done. Let¡¯s head back.¡± ¡°Got it,¡± Lightning replied quickly. They immediately dissembled the giant gun and waited for the return of the other unit from the east, ready to pack up and go home. Everyone was glad that the war was finally over. Except Andrea. The whole ambush went just as they had planned, except for that last sinister glance the Magic Slayer cast her. Andrea could still feel a chill lingering on down her spine. Did he spot her? How could that be? The Magic Slayer had been eight or nine kilometers away from her, his vision obscured by the jungles between them. It was almost impossible for him to find her. Plus, the demon had not, particularly, attempted to seek her but simply locked his eyes on her directly as if he had known she was there a long time ago. Further, why had Sylvie not noticed anything unusual when she had seen the demon look backward? Did she think that this incident was too frivolous to have her attention? Regardless, the Magic Slayer was now dead. Whether it was a coincidence or not, there was no need to further probe into this matter. Andrea rubbed her forehead and suddenly stopped dead. She remembered Ashes had been wounded by the Magic Slayer when she had tried to protect Leaf. ¡°By the way, how long does it take you to heal up minor injuries such as a shallow cut?¡± Andrea asked while turning to Ashes. Ashes answered with a shrug, ¡°One to two hours approximately. Why?¡± ¡°In other words, you¡¯ll feel better in just ten minutes, right?¡± Andrea pursued while gazing at Ashes avidly. ¡°Are you feeling better now?¡± Ashes was mildly taken aback for a second, her hand reaching for her cheeks involuntarily, and said, ¡°That¡¯s strange¡­ It still hurts a bit.¡± Sylvie was the first to realize something went wrong. Horror-struck, she forced herself to reopen the Magic Eye, and fear leavened her exhilaration. ¡°Watch, watch out!¡± Ashes yanked out her sword immediately and swung it upwards. With an almost inaudible clang, a shadow brushed past the blade with such enormous strength it collided with Margie and sent her flying through the air. No sooner had the other witches realized what had happened than a slender, blue-skinned, manlike demon ambled over. ¡°Found¡­ you,¡± he drawled complacently. The very word chilled Andrea to the bone. To her astonishment, she had not sensed any fluctuation in the magic power since the demon presented himself. Her heart sank to the bottom as a surge of despair stole through her. Chapter 1160 - A Trap Chapter 1160: A Trap Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Margie!¡± Ashes screamed and stepped between the Magic Slayer and the other witches. Margie responded with a series of hacking cough. She was still alive, but barely. ¡°You¡¯re pretty fast, Extraordinary,¡± the Magic Slayer said in a calm voice, casting her a sorrowful look which did not usually appear on a demon¡¯s face. ¡°If you didn¡¯t try to block me, she could have died painlessly. You¡¯re only making her suffer.¡± At this point, Andrea suddenly came to the realization that it was not by a pure coincidence that the Magic Slayer targetted Margie. He had taken everything into consideration before this move, including Margie¡¯s limited fighting capacity and her unique ability of maneuvering the Magic Ark. As Margie was the key to their transportation, eliminating her was pretty much cutting off their retreat. Andrea bit her lip and stole a backward glance at Margie. A bone spear had penetrated her shoulder, blood oozing out of her wound and trickling down the corner of her mouth. Apparently, the spear had hurt her lung. Had Ashes not blocked the demon in time, Margie would have probably died on spot. Given such circumstances, Margie definitely could not operate the Magic Ark anymore. But how did the Magic Slayer know Margie¡¯s ability? ¡°You¡¯re the ¡®eye¡¯ of human beings, right? You really created us a lot of trouble by directing that fiery rain.¡± The Magic Slayer pointed at Sylvie and then at Andrea, whose heart dropped even faster as the demon continued, ¡°And you must be that genius shooter. You probably wouldn¡¯t be able to do much harm to us 400 years ago, but things become different now. You appear to be more difficult than Transcendents. It¡¯s good that you¡¯ve finally met each other.¡± At this words, he placed his right hand over his chest and then said, ¡°Please let me introduce myself. I¡¯m Ursrook, the commander of the Expedition Corp, as well as the very person who¡¯ll give you eternal rest.¡± Beyond a doubt, this was a well-planned, carefully-calculated trap. Andrea¡¯s face turned a nasty shade of green. When did they start to associate the Magic Slayer with great magic power? Right¡­ After Leaf had been attacked in the north of the Misty Forest, everybody had the impression that the Magic Slayer possessed extraordinary power. In fact, they had started to think that way even before that incident had occurred. When Lightning had encountered the Magic Slayer for the first time, she had sensed his stupendous magic power, so powerful that everybody just naturally believed that the Magic Eye could easily detect it. They were thus further misled by their predetermined impression, firmly believing that the Magic Slayer was continuously upgrading himself and that Sylvie had everything under control. Nevertheless, everything was a false illusion created by the Magic Slayer. He enticed them out of hiding. Had he known their plan all along? But this did not make any sense! Even if the demons noticed Sylvie and Andrea and decided to set up a trap to eliminate them, this Senior Demon named Usrook did lose Taquila and sacrifice thousands of demons on the Fertile Plains! He might not care that much about the lives of his subordinates, but how could he just abandon the ruin? Without the God¡¯s Stone, the demons would not be able to erect the Obelisk, which meant they would lose their foothold on the Fertile Plains in the next 400 years. Wasn¡¯t the cost a little too dear? Were they really worth the demon making such a huge sacrifice? Andrea felt her head swimming as a multitude of thoughts crammed into her head. It was Sylvie who asked the question that bothered her. ¡°¡­ Why? Taquila should be more important than us!¡± The Magic Slayer was surprisingly patient this time. He shook his head and replied tersely, ¡°I can¡¯t tell you.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you just indulge a dying person¡¯s curiosity?¡± ¡°But you aren¡¯t dying,¡± Ursook jeered. ¡°You aren¡¯t giving up even in this desperate situation, are you?¡± ¡°What¡¯s he waiting for?¡± ¡°Is he awaiting his God¡¯s Stone of Toss to be recharged?¡± His arm did not shrivel either. Anyway, this was a chance. Andrea swallowed hard. She knew there was no chance for Sylvie, Camilla and Margie to stop the Magic Slayer, but she and Ashes might more or less hold him back, although she barely had any magic power left. The only person they could now rely on was Lightning. The fact that she had not shown up yet indicated that she had noticed something wrong. If she could send the ¡®Seagull¡¯ to support them, there would still be a chance to snatch a victory out of defeat! It would be simply more advisable to play for time by asking more questions. There were indeed so many questions burning inside her. At this thought, Andrea turned to the Magic Slayer and asked heavily, ¡°I don¡¯t understand¡­ Even if we were misled, it isn¡¯t likely that we¡¯ll miss a lurking enemy. We checked everything before firing. You were eight or nine kilometers away from Taquila, and you couldn¡¯t possibly get here within a second. Where did you hide yourself?¡± ¡°We¡¯ve dug many underground passages over the past years at the rear of Taquila instead of the front,¡± Ursrook answered leisurely. ¡°The entrance of the passage is hidden among the God¡¯s Stones, so it¡¯s hard to spot. Plus, the passage forked out deep down underneath the ground, so it¡¯s perfectly normal that you failed to notice them.¡± He looked up at the sky and said, ¡°Human beings are monitoring the area above, right? You did do a good job. That¡¯s why you fell into our trap without realizing it.¡± ¡°There are passages nearby?¡± Andrea felt a jolt of uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. ¡°Even though you were hiding underground, it still isn¡¯t easy to spot us on such a vast land. We constantly moved from one place to another. How did you find us?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t find you. You found me,¡± the Magic Slayer drawled as a malicious smile suddenly flutter over his face. ¡°Right, not only one person saw me¡­ Where¡¯s that flying little girl? If you have a plan B, your reinforcements should have arrived by now, right?¡± A dreadful leaden feeling prevailed Andrea instantly. ¡°It sees you the moment you see it¡± ¡ª that was exactly what the Eye Demon did. Had she just shot an Eye Demon? But an Eye Demon should be much larger than the Magic Slayer. Did Ursrook somehow make that decoy have the Eye Demon¡¯s ability? Regardless, this did not even matter now. At this moment, Andrea realized where her uneasiness came from. There must be demons other than the Magic Slayer hiding underground. The Magic Slayer must be waiting for his reinforcements so that they could kill them all. Just then, several grenades whizzed out of the woods and darted toward Ursrook! The Magic Slayer shot up in the air and dodged the grenades gracefully. The grenades landed magnificently on the ground with an almighty crash. Before the stirred air around them tranquilized, bullets had hailed down at the Magic Slayer. Ursrook climbed higher, and his body emanated a ghostly blue glow. ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Witches are here!¡± Sylvie exclaimed with excitement. ¡°Are you all OK?¡± Zoe dashed out of the woods and stepped between the demon and the witches, followed by the other seven God¡¯s Punishment Witches who immediately shielded the defeated witches. ¡°Go. We have to get out of here ¡ª ¡°Andrea shouted at the other witches, having no time to provide further explanation. Meanwhile, Ursrook slowly raised his arm. There came two muted, distant whooshes. Sylvie paled, who knew better what that sounds meant than anyone else. ¡°Watch out. It¡¯s the Spider Demons!¡± Two gleamy black stone pillars flew past above them and showered down long needles after they exploded. Andrea summoned what remained of her magic power, whipped the air around them and attempted to wrench the falling needles away. However, nothing happened. Her magic power was shattered by a black flash. The Magic Slayer generated the anti-magic area! Elena, who was closest to Andrea, scooped her up and sprinted up to a tree nearby. It was a fraction of a second that seemed to stretch into years. Andrea felt her body rising and her eyes streaming. By the time she finally landed, her legs were numb. Chapter 1161 - A Slim Hope Chapter 1161: A Slim Hope Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Don¡¯t move,¡± said Elena. With another two whooshes, one stone needle was slashed in half. The numbness gradually dissolved into an excruciating pain that seared through her legs. Andrea clenched her teeth, managing to suppress her groan. As she looked up, she saw thousands of needles rain down where everybody had stood a moment ago. Had the God¡¯s Punishment Witches not come to their rescue, they would have probably been dead by now. Nevertheless, even for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, it was hard to avoid all the showering needles. One stone needle had forced its way into Andrea¡¯s legs and knees and penetrated them obliquely. Through furled flesh, Andrea could vaguely saw her bones. Her pants were soaked in blood. Elena was no better than her. One needle reached her stomach. Fortunately, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches could not feel pain, which enabled Elena to still concentrate on the fray. Within a few seconds, perspiration ran down Andrea¡¯s forehead. She forced herself to gulp down one of the painkillers produced by Leaf, struggling to pull herself together. Ashes was now fighting the Magic Slayer strenuously. Everyone looked a little unkempt and windswept after this narrow escape. Many sustained injuries. They definitely could not dodge a second round of stone needles. Just then, there was a clattering of footsteps coming from the depth of the forest. Andrea realized that there must be some other demons other than the two Spider Demons awaiting them. However, bounded by the wounded witches, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches could not commit themselves totally to the battle. The situation was precarious. Andrea grasped Elena¡¯s hand and croaked, ¡°Head to the west, before it¡¯s too late!¡± ¡°West?¡± Elena echoed, momentarily stunned. ¡°But the First Army is in the south¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think we can go that way anymore. The demons must be waiting for us there. The only place in which we could take refuge is the Misty Forest in the west ¡ª ¡± There were probably numerous well-prepared, fully-recharged demons down in the underground passages. If they rashly ran into their ambush, they would be doomed. Although the Misty Forest was far away from the First Army, at least the demons would have to travel a long way to pursue them. It suddenly dawned on Andrea that the Magic Slayer was probably not waiting for his reinforcements but was waiting for his army to assemble. Their underground passages must have covered every inch of the land so that the witches would not have a single chance to escape. The demon army probably had taken action when the decoy had flown out of Taquila. ¡°I see,¡± Elena said while nodding and informed her fellow companions. Meanwhile, Ursrook successfully dodged all the grapeshots whizzing toward him whilst gliding along the outer ring of the defense effortlessly. He conjured gusts of wind that consumed the witches¡¯ energies. A shield of blue light protected him from harms in any form. Apparently, singular shots could not cause him serious injuries. When all the witches were congregated, the Mad Demons arrived at the forest. ¡°Look out for the spears!¡± Ashes yelled as she slashed a bone spear flying toward her in half. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches, on the other hand, threw more grenades to defend against the hailing spears. For a moment, there was quite a commotion at the clearing. Andrea knew that their greatest crisis had yet to be resolved. She snatched the Sigil of Listening from Ashes and shouted at Lightning, ¡°Find and kill the two Spider Demons!¡± ¡°But ¡ª ¡± ¡°Only you and Maggie can do it. Go! You¡¯ll help us a lot if you succeed!¡± The Spider Demons typically projected stone needles every seven or eight minutes. It had been three minutes since their last attack. If they failed to eliminate the Spider Demons before their second shot, they would all be killed on the battlefield. ¡°And ask Tilly to run!¡± Ashes added, without looking back. ¡°I¡­¡± Lightning hesitated but finally chose to obey. She said through gritted teeth, ¡°Got it. Please hold on, you guys!¡± ¡°Of course we will,¡± Andrea said as she summoned a bitter smile. ¡°We haven¡¯t given up yet¡­¡± With these words, she turned to Elena and said, ¡°Give me a weapon!¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Elena asked, her brows drawing together. ¡°You¡¯ll slip off my back if you don¡¯t hold tight.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll be perfectly fine with just one hand.¡± She then took the bolt rifle from Elena, pulled the bolt between her teeth and loaded the gun, after which, she propped her hand on Elena¡¯s shoulder, ready to fire. Even though she lost her legs, blinding with pain, with scarcely any magic power left, she was still a formidable sniper. Savage Ashes was still fighting fiercely. How could she surrender? ¡­ ¡°Lightning¡­ what should we do, coo?¡± Maggie asked anxiously. ¡°Stay calm,¡± Lightning said as she watched dozens of Mad Demons sprint in the forest and thick smoke coil in the distant sky. She forced herself to concentrate. Andrea was right. Her only strength was her tremendous flying speed. She could not let the Magic Slayer block her power again. A great explorer should learn to maintain his composure and carefully analyze the situation. Since she could not provide much assistance in helping the witches retreat, killing the Spider Demons seemed to be more practical. To kill these monsters housed in stones, she had to utilize the grenade propellers newly developed by His Majesty. ¡°You go find the Spider Demons, and I¡¯ll contact the ¡®Seagull¡¯. Princess Tilly has the weapons we need!¡± Lightning instructed curtly after making up her mind. ¡°Got it, aw!¡± Maggie yelled as she turned into a gray goshawk and shot high up in the air. Lightning raised her speed to the maximum. Within a blink, she had reached the glider far away from the ambush field. ¡°Where are they? How¡¯s the plan going?¡± Wendy asked apprehensively as she pulled back the cabin door. ¡°There¡¯s no time to explain. I need the spare weapons!¡± Lightning crept into the cabin and fastened the propeller and the grenades to her back when Tilly asked, ¡°Things aren¡¯t going well, right?¡± Lightning nodded and said hesitantly, ¡°Yes, Ashes asked you to leave as soon as possible.¡± ¡°I see. I¡¯m leaving right away.¡± Lightning and Wendy were both frozen for a second. ¡°Because my stay won¡¯t help her with anything but only give her more pressure¡­¡± Tilly said, a tinge of tremor in her voice as though she was fighting back her words that were threatening to come out. ¡°My instinct is telling me that it¡¯s best to return to the campsite.¡± ¡°Your Highness¡­¡± ¡°But tell her that I¡¯ll come back! The ¡®Seagull¡¯ will soon bring new reinforcements. Tell them to hang in there just a little longer!¡± Just then, a goshawk wailed in the distance. ¡°I¡¯ll let Ashes know,¡± Lightning promised as she leapt out of the cabin while casting Tilly one last glance. The weapons on her back weighed her down. Lightning dropped around ten meters before she was able to steady herself. If the Magic Slayer came after her again, there would be no chance for her to escape this time. She needed to trust her friends and be brave! Lightning took a deep breath of the cold air and zoomed in the direction Maggie had pointed out. 30 seconds later, she caught sight of her target ¡ª a Spider Demon that lay flat on the ground, slowly spewing out obsidian. The ground underneath it had sunk a few inches, forming a large dent, at the bottom of which she could vaguely see a few small holes that appeared to lead somewhere else. Two Mad Demons were guarding the Spider Demon. Lightning hurtled low over the treetops, aimed at the crooked monster, whose armor was flown open, totally unaware of the danger above, and pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation. With a moderate clang, the grenade sank into the Spider Demon diagonally. The heat generated by the high-explosive shell instantly penetrated its stomach, crushing its veins and muscles underneath the obsidian! With a horrible, bloodcurdling wail, the Spider Demon collapsed. Chapter 1162 - The Last Struggle Chapter 1162: The Last Struggle Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The Mad Demon guards howled with rage, snatched up their bone spears, and their arms began rapidly expanding. Lightning would have dropped the weapons and fled immediately if this had occurred in the past. However, she was now well aware that there was one more Spider Demon to kill. The only way for her to avoid the infuriated Mad Demons would be to distract them. She thus flew straight upward and flitted past the treetops. The moment she fluttered out of the sight of the demons, she turned around abruptly and streaked across the forest. At almost the same time, two bone spears darted up toward her through the dense branches and twigs and whistled by. Lightning heaved a deep sigh of relief, wheeled around, and headed straight to her next target as Maggie instructed. Her heart, however, plummeted to the bottom of her chest as she felt a surge of ominous feeling when she saw the second Spider Demon. The Spider Demon was about to shoot, its stone pillar aloft in the air and its intertwined veins emanating a venomous blue glow! Yet Lightning had yet to load her gun. It was too late. ¡°Maggie, distract it. Stop it from shooting the stone pillar!¡± ¡°Owh!¡± The goshawk, which had been hovering above the forest, plunged and soon transformed into a giant Devilbeast as it dropped. The Mad Demons guarding the Spider Demon were confused as they were pressed to the ground. Maggie¡¯s enormous body crashed into the Spider Demon with a loud bang similar to a gunshot. Obscured by the dust in the air, the Spider Demon stumbled, swung sideways, and almost slumped to the ground on his back. Just at that moment, the stone pillar left the Spider Demon and hit the Mad Demons who had lost their balance. The pillar swept over the ground, hurtled straight into the forest at a horrific speed, and rolled upon the ground before it came to a complete halt a few yards away. It snapped into pieces as it struck the ground and created a fan-shaped clearing in the dense forest. ¡°Nicely done!¡± Lightning exclaimed as she loaded the gun and took aim at the Spider Demon, which was now struggling to straighten up in the earnest with its legs flying in all directions. Nevertheless, Lightning would not let it do so. The grenade landed precisely on the Spider Demon¡¯s stomach. The flames and heated air resulting from the explosion created a large hole on the other side of the demon¡¯s body. After confirming that the Spider Demon was immobilized, Lightning hoisted up Maggie, who had returned to her normal appearance, and asked, ¡°Are you OK?¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine! I used the biggest muscle on my shoulder to strike it!¡± Maggie said with confidence as she rolled up her sleeve and swung her arm casually. Her face, however, instantly screwed up in pain as she shot her hand upwards. ¡°It appears that your muscle isn¡¯t strong enough¡­¡± Lightning said softly while stroking Maggie¡¯s head. ¡°I¡¯ll feed you a lot of barbecued meat in the future so that next time, you won¡¯t get hurt. But now, I need you to hold up a little longer. Can you do that for me?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Maggie said while nodding vigorously. ¡°Then come on,¡± Lightning said as she crouched down and placed the pigeon on her head. ¡°Let¡¯s go help the others in the name of the Neverwinter Exploration Group!¡± ¡­ ¡°Bang!¡± Andrea pulled the trigger and shot down a demon who had just poked its head out. How many had she shot? Her jaw was numb with pain. She could taste the blood between her teeth and felt chipped metal scrubbing her tongue. She was not sure whether it was rusty iron or her own broken teeth. ¡°Perhaps dozens?¡± Andrea believed she had shot down at least ten demons. However, the demons did not retreat but, on the contrary, retaliated even more fiercely. The Mad Demons, whom she had never taken very seriously before, suddenly became very difficult enemies. Since there were so many of them, they attacked the witches from various directions. Andrea was glad that she had this advanced weapon, otherwise It would have been almost impossible to stop them. Technically, the forest was not an ideal place to have a gunfight since the Mad Demons could easily dodge bullets while throwing spears at them between the trees. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches equipped with firearms but no shields, on the other hand, could only rely on their physical combat skills to avoid the demons¡¯ attacks. To make things worse, there was also a high level Senior Demon, probably transformed from the Lord of Hell, that was apparently a lot weaker than Ursrook in terms of magic power but with a more sturdy, muscular physique. It had developed the nasty habit of using trees as its weapons. Every time it unrooted a tree, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches needed to work together to block the attack. Meanwhile, it also constantly built mounds of earth to protect the other demons. As a result, the joint attack of both the Senior Demon and the Magic Slayer significantly slowed the witches down. Andrea repeated her movement mechanically. She loaded the gun, took the aim, and then shot. She was slowly losing track of what she was doing as pain and fatigue washed over her. ¡°Andrea, watch your right-hand side!¡± After two rounds of spearing, Sylvie yelled. A group of Mad Demons distracted the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. The Magic Slayer wrenched himself free from Ashes¡¯ giant sword and streaked at Elena and Andrea like a ghost. Andrea raised her gun, but Ursrook sliced her weapon in half with a knifehand strike. Then there came the second blow. Everything seemed to freeze in that split second. Andrea saw a ghostly blue light erupt from the Magic Slayer¡¯s clawed hand as it was about to swing down at her. It was over. She braced herself for death as she was paralyzed by fear. Nevertheless, death did not visit her this day. At the last moment, Elena whipped around and took the full blow. The cut reached Elena¡¯s ribs and inner organs. Even though she was a God¡¯s Punishment Witch, it was impossible for her to continue to fight. Elena fell to the ground. ¡°No ¡ª ¡± Zoe shouted, who turned around and fired at Ursrook furiously. The Magic Slayer failed to dodge such a close-range shot. His shield finally shattered and his body was covered in bullet holes from which blood spurted out. To Zoe¡¯s surprise, the Magic Slayer leered. He flew through the air backwards and planted his hand into his body, as though he did not feel any pain. His wounds immediately healed by themselves as his magic power welled up. ¡°Monster¡­¡± Sylvie, who saw everything, mumbled involuntarily in despair. ¡°I kill to improve and upgrade. It¡¯s very impertinent to call me a monster,¡± Ursrook said with an air of irony as he returned to the other Senior Demon and took a gas tank from the latter. ¡°Your every single wound and all the energy you¡¯ve lost will nourish me! You should have foreseen your failure. Stop struggling, for it¡¯ll only increase your pain. If you yield now, I will grant you a painless death as a reward for your valiance!¡± ¡°Go to hell!¡± Zoe snarled. ¡°I¡¯ll never yield to a demon, even if I have to die over and over again. I¡¯ll tear you into pieces!¡± Andrea, however, did not hear the conversation. Everything, including the gunshots, the growls, the screams, and the warnings, seemed so far away from her. She slowly crawled to Elena and held the latter in her arms, muttering, ¡°Why did you¡­ save me?¡± ¡°Aargh¡­¡± Elena coughed out blood and murmured with a faint smile, ¡°I should have been killed years ago. I lived longer than I should simply because I want something in return. We¡¯ve reached our limits, but you still have great potential. Doesn¡¯t that give me a good reason to save you?¡± While looking at grief-stricken Andrea, Elena gently stroked her cheeks and said, ¡°Don¡¯t be sad. I don¡¯t feel pain at all. Really, it¡¯s nothing. I¡¯m just¡­ a bit¡­ tired.¡± Her voice gradually trailed away and her breath became deep and steady as if she had fallen asleep. Andrea held Elena¡¯s hand reassuringly. Her vision blurred. Presently, the witches had completed stopped. Two more God¡¯s Punishment Witches were down, and the demons slowly closed in. ¡°Are we going to end up dying here?¡± Andrea felt her strength start to escape her. A surge of giddiness flooded over her, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Dark clouds scudded across the sky, a premonition of an upcoming storm. In the overcast, leaden sky, she dimly spied a fleck of gold glimmer through the thick clouds. This was the last thing Andrea saw before she lost her consciousness. Chapter 1163 - Transcendent Chapter 1163: Transcendent Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ Ashes noticed that her movement became faster. She could have stopped the bone spear that had severely injured Margie had she swung the sword a little faster. She could have stopped the Magic Slayer from attacking Elena had she moved a bit faster. She could have blocked all the attacks from the Mad Demon had she been a little faster. Her magic power currently running wild in her body strengthened every inch of her muscles and bones, creating a burning sensation on her skin. The pain somehow made her even more concentrated. If only she could be a little faster! Ashes had, once again, stepped into the same realm she had entered during her first encounter with the Magic Slayer. Indeed, she was even faster. Time seemed to move at a much slower pace. She could see every single detail of the battlefield, such as the tiny cracks on bone spears, the puddle underneath the demons, Margie¡¯s heaving chest, Zoe¡¯s trickling blood and so on. She could kill and rescue almost at the same time. Ashes felt the surrounding magic power swarming into her and spreading all over her body. She reckoned this might be what Agatha referred to as an upgrade. Perhaps, it was about her time. The converging magic power not only strengthened her physically but also sharpened her senses, enabling her to fight two Senior Demons concurrently. But she could not beat them. ¡°Clang!¡± The giant sword clashed with the Magic Slayer¡¯s arm, sparks flying off the blade. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Is this the fastest you could get?¡± Ursrook jeered as he streaked back before Ashes could give him another blow. ¡°Your friends will die if this is all you can do. Perhaps, you¡¯re planning to abandon them?¡± Ashes ignored his sarcastic comment and swung her sword at a spear zooming toward her. ¡°Don¡¯t listen to his nonsense. That freaking monster is trying to provoke you into madness!¡± Zoe advised, panting, as she loaded the gun with the rest of the few bullets. ¡°If you fall for his trick, we¡¯ll lose.¡± ¡°I understand,¡± Ashes said, nodding calmly. It was clear that the Magic Slayer attempted to break through her defense in collaboration with the scattered Mad Demons, who came up to her at a gallop against the gunfire. Their seamless cooperation forced Ashes to remain extremely focused throughout the whole battle. The 100 Mad Demons at the Magic Slayer¡¯s command were perhaps the best soldiers in Taquila. They had yet to completely defeat the witches simply because the eight Taquila witches were also skillful and experienced combatants. But the Magic Slayer was right about one thing. This was the fastest she could reach. Every inch of her skin was on fire at the moment, which was the exact sign of a power rebound. Ashes, who had been training herself on a regular basis, had never experienced such a backfire before. She could have escaped from the battlefield and recuperated until her body adjusted itself to the new power intensity. By that time, her skills would have definitely improved by leaps and bounds. Yet time did not permit her to do so. She could not save everyone but only herself. She needed to do something more than this to pull them all out of the dilemma. Perhaps, Alice, the Queen of Witches, would also feel lost if she were in her current position. ¡°You¡¯re an Extraordinary. You were born to have great potential. However, it requires a heart of steel to overcome and upgrade yourself.¡± Phyllis¡¯ words suddenly came floating out of her memories. ¡°As far as I know, all the Transcendents in the Union upgraded in battles, and those who couldn¡¯t successfully become Transcendents were all eventually killed by the demons. I hope you won¡¯t be one of them.¡± It wasn¡¯t until then that Ashes realized it was totally a different story to suit the action to the words. She was now facing two options. One was to stay alive and reunite with Tilly, whereas the other was to upgrade herself and enter a new realm never achieved by human beings. To enter this new realm, she had to burn herself. ¡°If we plan to use our magic power to achieve something, it would guide us in the direction we desire.¡± Phyllis¡¯ voice was misty and distant as though coming from Heaven. It was like a long echo of murmur, a muted thunder rolling over the sky. ¡°What are you aiming to achieve exactly?¡± ¡°Look here. Fire!¡± BOOM! The silent battlefield suddenly erupted into another roar, followed by a shrill scream of the demons. Ashes looked around and found Lightning just join the battle! The grenade caught the Mad Demons offguard and sent them flying straight through the air. The two closer demons were instantly penetrated by the flying shells and lost their fighting capacity. ¡°Awh ¡ª ¡± A gigantic Devilbeast emerged from the woods and bit the demons that charged at Lightning whilst pushing through the dense trees. Under the joint effort of Lightning and Maggie, the number of the Mad Demons was soon reduced to five or six. ¡°Hold on. We are coming to help you, awh!¡± ¡°Annoying buzzing flies,¡± the Magic Slayer mumbled, frowning, who turned away from Ashes to Lightning and Maggie. The other Senior Demon thus took its superior¡¯s place, holding a large tree. In the meantime, two bone spears cleaved the air, one aiming at staggering Zoe and the other Andrea on the ground. It happened again. If she ignored the Magic Slayer, Lightning would be in danger. If she went after him, then she would not be able to save the others. Since a fast speed could no longer solve the problem, she had to resort to power that transcended the speed. At that moment, Ashes made her decision. Perhaps, she had already made her decision on the numerous nights she had spent at Neverwinter with the other witches, on the very evening she had conversed with Phyllis, and when Tilly had said ¡°compared to the avenger you, I prefer the current you¡±. ¡°Sorry, Tilly.¡± Ashes muttered as she stepped forward. ¡°What are you aiming to achieve exactly?¡± ¡°I want to protect them.¡± In an instant, she ¡°saw¡± a roaming sea of magic power beyond any languages. Thousands of eyes were watching, murmuring, through the rushing currents. Ashes lifted her limit and accepted all of them. ¡­ Ursrook was suddenly alarmed halfway. He whipped around and saw Ashes point her sword at the sky, its blade basking in a haze of golden light. The moment that golden light hit his eyes, Ursrook felt his move suddenly become incredibly slow as if a swamp underneath were dragging him down. He was not the only person who became slower. The air seemed to grow thick and heavy as well. Ursrook had had similar experiences before, but he did not expect it to happen at this moment. How could that be possible? This was not the power of a Magic Stone but of the witch herself! He strained to stare up, half hoping that he was wrong, but the dazzling golden light above him clearly showed that this strike was going to be even more powerful than the one from that red-haired witch. There was no chance for him to dodge it. If the sword struck him, he would die. Realizing what was going to happen, Ursrook mustered all his strength and generated the anti-magic area. Precisely at that moment, Ashes¡¯ sword thrashed down. A jet of blinding flash cracked through the air and lit up the entire continent. ¡­ Lan¡¯s eyes snapped open. She rose to her feet, passed the people in complete stillness and walked slowly to the window. This world she was living in had not awakened yet. Everything had lapsed into a trance, including the outpouring rain outside the window and the champagne ready to fill the glass. They were all suspending in the air, forming a part of the background behind her. There should not have been any sounds in this world when even time was frozen. However, in this impenetrable, velvety blackness, she heard thunders roar in the distance. Lan pushed open the window and gazed upon the distant sky in silence. ¡­ By the time Lightning¡¯s eyes acclimatized, she discovered, to her dismay, that the trees around the clearing had been burned to the ground. Wisps of smoke spiraled up horribly, and the air was heavy with a pungent smell. ¡°What just happened?¡± All she could remember was that a Mad Demon lurking behind a tree had lunged at her when her focus had been solely on the Magic Slayer. She had thus no choice but to throw the propeller at it, in an attempt to stop the demon. The next moment, she was enveloped by a beautiful haze of golden rays. But now, all the Mad Demons were gone, leaving the two Senior Demons alone on the battlefield. The one transformed from the Lord of Hell slumped in a heap on the ground, its thick skin burned and cracked, almost dying. The Magic Slayer was no better than his fellow companion, half of his body completely gone, black lights etching into his wounds. He was rooted to the ground, but for some reason, Lightning was utterly petrified by what she saw. ¡°Right¡­ Ashes!¡± She quickly looked around and breathed out a sigh of relief. Ashes was still standing there, her sword in her hand, guarding the other witches. ¡°Are you OK ¡ª ¡± Lightning asked as she flew to Ashes but the latter immediately cut across her. ¡°Get everybody out of here. Stay as far away from here as possible!¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Do it! Leave them to me, before I lose control!¡± Ashes¡¯ voice cut through the air with a hint of starchiness, forcing Lightning to swallow down what she was about to say. It thus suddenly occurred to Lightning that Ashes simply did not want anybody to interfere with the battle between her and the demons. As Lightning gazed into Ashes¡¯ golden eyes, she somehow understood what heavenly thunder stood for. Lightning thus asked Maggie to transform back into the Devilbeast and helped everyone onto Maggie¡¯s back. Although it was now impossible for Maggie to fly in the sky, she could still run at a fairly decent speed on the ground. A moment later, both Lightning and Maggie disappeared into the forest. After running about 100 meters, Maggie asked, ¡°How did Ashes receive divine revelation? She¡¯s not having a Sigil of God¡¯s Will with her.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know either, but I¡¯m sure about one thing,¡± Lightning broke off, her hands clenching into fists in excitement. ¡°She¡¯s now a Transcendent!¡± Chapter 1164 - A Destiny without a Choice Chapter 1164: A Destiny without a Choice Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Dark clouds continued to converge and overspread the sky. A jet of flash cracked through the air every now and then, followed by muffled thunderbolts. Ashes could no longer hold back the blood in her mouth after Lightning and Maggie left with the other witches. Her legs started to give away, and she leaned on her sword to maintain her stance. Her magic power was almost exhausted after that deadly blow. Although more magic power swarmed into her body, she could not control it. Every single vein in her body was screaming protests. The pain resulting from the power rebound was unbearable. She did not know how long she could hold up, but she knew she could not back away. Otherwise, all her efforts would be wasted. The thunderbolts had indeed severely injured the Magic Slayer. Half of his body where the Stone of Flight was embedded vaporized. His movement should have largely restricted and his power ebbed away. However, Ashes did not feel such a change. She could still sense the lurking danger around her, and she knew perfectly well that the Magic Slayer was still able to fight. That was why she had asked Lightning to get everybody out of here. The stormy magic power was actually a combination of both Ashes¡¯ and the Magic Slayer¡¯s. ¡°Rise. You must finish the enemy before he finishes you!¡± Ashes slowly got to her feet, her teeth clenched, and very painfully, took a step forward. Just then, the burned Senior Demon also gradually straightened up. ¡°Damn it! Is it still alive?¡± Ashes had directed her blow mainly to the Magic Slayer. She did not, however, expect that the other Senior Demon would survive such a magnificent strike that would normally be fatal to regular Mad Demons. Had she foreseen such a result, she would have aimed at that Senior Demon as well. She was mildly surprised that the Senior Demon neither fled nor launched itself at her. Instead, it waddled toward Ursrook and stopped. ¡°What is it doing? Does it want to protect the Magic Slayer?¡± Ashes¡¯ hand rested on the hilt of her sword. ¡°Very well. Then I¡¯ll send both of you to hell!¡± ¡­ As the light penetrated the anti-magic area, Ursrook heard someone call upon him deep down inside. In that split second, he sensed a queer connection. Through the blinding golden light, Ursrook saw something more profound, something that he had been yearning to obtain, a realm that had denied him. He glided through, and his feet thus imprinted on the unknown land. This was a crucial step that marked the difference between him and the lord. However, they were now equal! He had made so many sacrifices to defend Taquila and ambush the witches. He had even disobeyed the Sky Lord¡¯s order. But everything was worth it! As he embraced the power from the Realm of Mind, Ursrook connected his thoughts with his junior guard¡¯s immediately. ¡°Sir, you¡­ you upgraded!¡± the guard said ecstatically but its voice quickly tailed away. ¡°But I¡¯ll soon return to the Origin of Magic and can¡¯t¡­ stay with you anymore.¡± ¡°No, not yet. Actually, I¡¯m very close to the upgrade, but the divine power hit me, so I can¡¯t complete my upgrade by myself.¡± ¡°What¡­ what can I do for you?¡± ¡°Abandon yourself to me.¡± The guard¡¯s face lighted up. ¡°Is that all? Leave it to me, sir!¡± Ursrook knew that he could have made an attempt to go beyond the limit of the Magic Stone and merge with the Origin of Magic, just as the Extraordinary had done. However, he was not sure about the possible consequence and would rather go in a more conservative way. Their minds quickly disconnected. When the junior guard struggled to stand up, the Extraordinary also slowly drew up to her full height. No¡­ he should not call her an Extraordinary anymore. After over 400 years, there was finally a new Transcendent. It was obvious that the new Transcendent was trying to recover her strength, which provided him a great opportunity to complete the upgrade. The junior guard finally stopped in front of Ursrook, its breath feeble like guttered candlelight, but its mind became clearer than ever. ¡°Sir¡­ will we really be relieved from the fate, win the Battle of Divine Will and reach the inhabited Heaven one day?¡± ¡°We will. I promise,¡± Ursrook said, and then he announced the guard¡¯s name, ¡°Tartarus.¡± Tartarus¡¯ eyes glistened before the light in its pupils extinguished. ¡°Please, take me with you ¡ª ¡± it murmured. Then the guard got to its feet abruptly and dived its finger into its skull! ¡­ Aghast, Ashes smelled a great crisis. The Senior Demon pulled out the magic stone from its head as it howled, along with a large chunk of flesh, and inserted it into the Magic Slayer! The black light around the Magic Slayer¡¯s wound instantly expanded! She suddenly remembered Roland¡¯s words: demons upgraded through Magic Stones. Did Ursrook plan to upgrade himself by taking his guard¡¯s Magic Stone? Anyway, she had to stop them. Ashes, once again, directed her magic power to the sword, despite the excruciating pain she was suffering. Another thunder erupted from the sky. When her power reached its peak, Ashes swung her sword a second time. It was a relatively moderate strike, but golden thunder once gain cracked through the clouds and lashed out to the demons. Ursrook shrieked, a new arm growing out of the black light around him and stretching out to the thunderbolts. The explosion generated by the clash of the two powers exhaled a cloud of dust that obscured the vision of both parties. Ashes¡¯ heart sank when the sky gradually cleared up. The Magic Slayer appeared to be unscathed, and he seemed to have recovered from his previous injuries. His new arm was a lot thicker than his old one, two long thorns sprouting from his shoulders and elbows, which were very similar to the limbs of the dead Senior Demon. But he looked far more menacing than before. ¡°I have to admit that you¡¯re a real genius out of all the witches I¡¯ve met. You not only exceeded the greatest witch in the human history but also opened the gate of the Realm of Mind. For a race which only has a lifespan of less than 100 years, it¡¯s very impressive,¡± Ursrook drawled as he stretched out his clawed hand, ripped the Senior Demon¡¯s body apart and planted the blood-stained gas tank into him. ¡°Unfortunately, you aren¡¯t the only genius here. We live much longer than you and have survived several Battles of Divine Will. I understand it¡¯s unfair, but that¡¯s your destiny.¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid that your game is over.¡± With these words, he lunged at Ashes. Chapter 1165 - The Eye of A Storm Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The earth shook under the two¡¯s violent clash. Swords met, as they sent off flashes of light to the surrounding forest. The black light covered the surface of the Magic Slayer and shielded the strikes of the golden thunderbolts. The turbulent magic power brought about a sudden downpour, and the two battling individuals became the eye of this unexpected hurricane. Both Ashes and Ursrook had exceeded their limits. Their movements became a blurry swirl of light and shadow that slashed through the thick veil of rain, leaving a long mark in the air. Raindrops spluttered and flew off under the impact of the shockwaves. The battle was so intense it was as if two giants were wrestling with each other. Ashes knew that she had completely lost control over her magic power. It was dissolving her flesh bit by bit, and now she was numb with pain all over that gnawed her skin as a result of the power rebound. This was definitely not a good sign. Numbness were usually followed by a mental breakdown as well as a decrease in her ability to control her body. In fact, she was now unable to direct the thunders to a specific spot. The avalanche of her raging magic power was breaking her body and gradually led her to the brink of collapse. ¡°I see. So this is the consequence of a direct merge with the Origin of Magic.¡± The Magic Slayer looked weary. He wiped the blood off his face after fending Ashes off and said, ¡°You¡¯ve attained extraordinary power, but such power also consumes you. I¡¯m very curious about what you will become if things go on like that. Will you be reduced to ashes? Or will you lose your humanity and become a mindless monster?¡± ¡°Whatever I will become, I¡¯ll first kill you.¡± Ashes said darkly as she shook the water off the blade. ¡°With what? Faith and persistence?¡± Ursrook sneered. ¡°That does sound like something humans would say. Unfortunately, the past hundreds of years have taught me that they are worthless as petals in the wind.¡± Ashes did not answer but charged at the Magic Slayer with the giant sword in her hand. After a short but fierce battle, Ashes had a better understanding of the Magic Slayer¡¯s power. The chance of her beating the demon was slim. As the Magic Slayer slowly adapted to his new body, his movements became swifter while his strikes became more powerful and skillful. It appeared that he had regained the control of the pace of the battle, for Ashes felt it increasingly hard to hit her target. Such a consistent yet terrifying change made her truly realize how far a true genius could possibly go. The only way to kill him was to generate divine power. Ashes did not know how she could have received divine revelation even without a Sigil of God¡¯s Will. She only knew her magic power had responded to her and transformed into a golden thunderbolt at her command. Nonetheless, one thunderbolt was not powerful enough to cause fatal injuries to the Magic Slayer. It could only blast away half of his black light and add a few new cuts on him. She would have to repeat the thunder strikes to kill the demon, but she did not have enough time. More importantly, the key to generating divine power was time, and the Magic Slayer would definitely not sit around waiting for her attack to charge. Therefore, Ashes must create an opportunity to focus and summon enough power. She knew what she should do next. Ashes dashed to Ursrook in an instant. After a few more slashes with her sword, she missed once on purpose, thus enticing the Magic Slayer to draw close. Seeing the Magic Slayer stretch out his clawed hands, she charged and ran right into him while blocking the vital parts of her body. The claws passed through her right chest and came out from her elbow. At that moment, Ursrook¡¯s expression changed. Ashes spluttered blood, but at the same time, both of her hands locked the Magic Slayer in an embrace, and she said in a low voice, ¡°I got you.¡± Just at that moment, the dark clouds above them started to spin and soon formed a giant storm! ¡­ ¡°What did you say? Ashes¡­ became a Transcendent?¡± Agatha exclaimed over the Sigil of Listening. After flying west for a few miles, Lightning had finally gotten hold of the headquarters and made an urgent request for reinforcements to the Ice Witch. She felt a little better after Agatha confirmed that the First Army would soon come, then she recounted the incident concerning the Magic Slayer. ¡°I couldn¡¯t think of anyone else other than a Transcendent who has such phenomenal power,¡± Lightning said as she slowly rose into the air and gazed upon the jungles behind her. Golden lightning and thunderbolts continued to roar about. Even the Sigil of God¡¯s Will could not sustain such a phenomenon that long. ¡°Extraordinaires typically evolve through battles. If she did become a Transcendent, she should be able to cope with the Magic Slayer. She made the right decision asking you to leave. Anyway¡­ I¡¯m glad that everyone is safe.¡± Lightning fell silent dolefully. Not everyone in the ambush team was fine, but she decided not to disclose the truth at this moment. She then steered the subject to the demons and asked, ¡°What about the demons? Do they also evolve through battles?¡± For some reason, the fear she had felt when she confronted the Magic Slayer lingered on. The wriggling black light around Ursrook¡¯s wounds and his terrifying back gave her an ominous feeling. ¡°There¡¯s no record of that in the Union, but according to His Majesty¡¯s memory fragments, the demons require high-quality Magic Stones to upgrade their powers,¡± Agatha replied. ¡°Of course, battles are also crucial to them. If my deduction is correct, merging with a Magic Stone is quite similar to the witches entering their adulthood. It is a test ¨C a trial concerning magic power. If the attempt is unsuccessful, the demons would suffer a power rebound. Why do you ask?¡± ¡°No, nothing¡­¡± Lighting said, biting her lip. ¡°I¡¯m just a bit worried¡­¡± There was a possibility that the Magic Slayer carried a few high-quality Magic Stones with him. However, could he really evolve through battles? When a witch had reached adulthood, she usually spent her entire day in bed, staying focused while awaiting that critical moment. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Transcendents don¡¯t particularly rely on their abilities to fight. If the Magic Slayer has no way to subdue Ashes, I believe we¡¯ll soon know who wins the battle,¡± Agatha comforted. ¡°Yea, I guess¡­.¡± Lightning nodded and was about to return to Maggie when suddenly, a muffled roar of thunder in the distance startled her. A tidal wave of dark clouds converged, and they formed a spinning gray tower that connected the heaven and earth. She had only seen such a scene in the sea, which typically only appeared when a great storm was about to hit the ocean. By that time, there would be a huge swirl in midair, and any ships that failed to avoid the whirlpool would be torn to pieces by furious waves. But they were on land. ¡°What happened?¡± Agatha asked over the Sigil of Listening, who apparently also heard the noise. ¡°What¡¯s that sound?¡± Lightning said apprehensively with her nails sank into her flesh, ¡°I wonder when Princess Tilly would send us reinforcements.¡± ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Witches are loading the ¡®Seagull¡¯. It¡¯ll probably take them 10 to 15 minutes to get there.¡± ¡°Fifteen minutes¡­ I see.¡± Lightning hung up after a short silence. After she flew back to Maggie, Lightning started to attend to the wounded. ¡°That thunderbolt scared me, awh. Will Ashes be okay?¡± Maggie asked. ¡°She should be fine. She¡¯s now a Transcendent. You just need to take everyone to somewhere safe. You know where you should go, right?¡± ¡°Of course, awh. I just need to go around the Taquila ruin and turn to the southwest ¡ª Hang on, why me? Are you not coming, awh?¡± But as Maggie waited for a reply, all she could hear was silence. Chapter 1166 - The Victor Chapter 1166: The Victor Translator: Transn Editor: Transn BOOM! Tendrils of lightning pierced through the whirlwind, and they slowly began to gather at the center as heavy rain poured on the ground, obscuring the forest. The evolved Magic Slayer and the new Transcendent stood transfixed like two austere statues. Their faces were within an inch from each other. The wild magic power had completely covered Ashes, whose body was now emanating a dazzling golden glow. She was the concentration point of all the divine power. She transformed herself into a weapon of destruction. ¡°Is this your last resort?¡± Ursrook bellowed. ¡°You want to kill me by sacrificing yourself. That¡¯s beyond stupidity!¡± ¡°I won¡¯t¡­ let you walk away,¡± Ashes said, panting. Every breath was painful. Blood flooded into her windpipe, and she could taste the nasty tang of blood in her mouth. Five minutes¡­ Ashes kept telling herself¡­ She only needed another five minutes. They were basically equal in power right now. As long as she did not let him go, it was impossible for the Magic Slayer to break away from her. ¡°Do you think I¡¯ll fight only with brute force?¡± Usrook snarled, his water-streaked face contorted in a rage. ¡°It seems that I¡¯m now rooted, but you are forging a cage for yourself!¡± Several flashes of black light wriggled out of the Magic Slayer¡¯s chest and dived into Ashes¡¯ body like some sinister tentacles. Ashes could not help but groan in agony. She had thought nothing could be worse than a power rebound, but the black light tortured her in an even more callous and cruel way. She felt as though numerous tiny needles were attacking her veins in the brain, and she had to force herself to not pass out. To her horror, in addition to the excruciating pain, those black tentacles started to creep up her body and spread out. The place that the black light had passed bulged as though some squirmy bugs were moving underneath her skin. Blood spurted out from Ashes mouth. Ashes asked, ¡°What¡­ what did you do?¡± ¡°A little present for you that will make you understand the difference between our understanding and control of magic power,¡± Ursrook whispered into Ashes¡¯ ear. ¡°To tell you the truth, I should thank you. Thanks to this battle, I¡¯ve finally evolved. Now, you are even offering yourself to me. I¡¯m looking forward to how far I could grow after I destroy you.¡± Ashes suddenly realized that this was another form of corruption. The part covered in black light felt oddly disconnected as if it had been detached from her body. Ashes bit her lip, exercising all her efforts to summon her power to fend off the corruption. ¡°Don¡¯t. You. Dare. Possess me!¡± As the two powers clashed, Ursrook¡¯s face twisted, and his new body suddenly expanded into a distorted and grotesque blob that grew larger than his original size. He was misshapen, with half of the Senior Demon¡¯s body and half of his own. The corruption, however, continued to expand after a momentary pause, and black lines continued to creep up to Ashes¡¯ neck. ¡°Great perseverance,¡± Ursrook commented with a callous and indecent pleasure in his voice. ¡°But that won¡¯t work.¡± His appearance had now completely changed after the horrific transformation, and he looked like a genuine monster of lore. ¡°I¡­ won¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°Won¡¯t give up? Diligence, faith, perseverance, and relentlessness are merely excuses of the weak. Nobody wants to die. However, those slogans won¡¯t change anything, nor will they help your race to live on!¡± Searing pain exploded in Ashes¡¯s head. Her mouth opened wide like a dumb person, but there was no voice coming out. Golden flecks shined through the swirl above, but Ashes found her power slowly abandon her. ¡°We have a much greater power capacity and a longer lifespan than you human beings. You¡¯re fighting against overwhelming odds. That¡¯s the difference that determines our fates! Both the past two Battles of Divine Will have shown that you¡¯ll never beat us!¡± Ursrook lifted Ashes slowly off the ground and claimed his final judgment, ¡°So, rest in peace. Blame your fate for being human ¡ª ¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you ¡ª look down upon ¡ª humankind!¡± Suddenly, a familiar silvery voice came through the pouring rain, which jerked Ashes out of the unconsciousness for a moment. She turned around with great difficulty and saw a shadow dart out from the woods. ¡°Is that¡­ Lightning?¡± Lightning cleaved the milky curtain of rain, passed the blackened trees and dashed towards Ursrook. It appeared that she was also carrying something. Ashes blinked. ¡°Are those¡­ grenades?¡± ¡°Get lost, you low-life!¡± Ursrook immediately generated the anti-magic area. When the black light brushed past Lightning, Lightning released the grenades and changed her course abruptly. The grenades fell. They sped on under the momentum toward Ursrook and sprouted their empennages. ¡°You ¡ª ¡± the demon growled, his eyes strained, and with all his remaining strength, he created the blue shield. The next moment, explosions bloomed outside the shield, yet it was only a prelude to even more destruction. The cone-shaped bullets seething with energies created a dazzling trajectory in the air and shattered the shield with a loud crash. They slashed Ursrook¡¯s disfigured body as if hot knives through butter, thus reducing the blob attached to him to a pulp. The Magic Stone Ursrook had obtained from the Senior Demon crumbled under the fierce onslaught of the shrapnel. Ursrook let out a bone-chilling shriek! The black tentacles immediately shrank; the burning pain Ashes was feeling ceased, and she regained her consciousness. Without slightest of hesitation, Ashes released the accumulated divine power. The Magic Slayer realized the danger and tried to wrench the witch away, but Ashes refused to slacken her grip. ¡°You¡¯re right. Human beings are weak, but nothing could stop us from moving forward. We¡¯ll never back off,¡± she broke off with a tenuous smile on her face. ¡°Because someone is already standing ahead, pointing to us the way forward.¡± Then golden thunderbolts overspread the black light and filled the entire sky. Struck by the blinding, white-hot rays, Ursrook was evaporated without even the slightest trace of his existence left behind. The roar of thunder spread through the Fertile Plains, leaving a long murmur of echoes. Soon, the divine power diminished, and Ashes was alone on the vast land. Lightning slowly rose from the ground and clenched her teeth. When she had collided into the anti-magic area, she had swayed sideways and had been thrown out before crashing into the ground. Luckily, the Magic Slayer had directed the majority of his power to the shield, which had afforded her time to synchronize her power after a narrow escape from the anti-magic area. As a consequence, she broke one arm and scraped one side of her body. Lightning limped to Ashes and managed a smile. ¡°We finally¡­ won.¡± ¡°Yes, thank you. To be honest, I didn¡¯t expect that you would come back.¡± ¡°That¡¯s an explorer¡¯s instinct. A great explorer always comes for those in need ¡ª ¡± Lightning stopped dead, realizing something was wrong. ¡°Hey, what¡­ is happening to you?¡± Ashes looked down at her hands. They were turning snow-white and became more and more transparent. She replied, ¡°Perhaps, this is the price I have to pay for burning myself.¡± ¡°Burning yourself¡­ What do you mean?¡± Lightning pursued, stunned. Ashes gradually disintegrated into nothingness, and her long hair splintered into numerous tiny white flecks, as though she ceased to exist as a solid entity and became a misty image comprised of fireflies. ¡°If we want to use magic power to achieve something, it¡¯ll lead us to what we desire, but I asked for something more than I could bear¡­¡± Ashes said softly. ¡°So that¡¯s what I will turn into after merging with magic power¡­ It¡¯s better than becoming a monster.¡± ¡°What, what are you talking about?¡± Lightning asked, panic-stricken, attempting to grab Ashes¡¯ hand, which immediately pulverized. ¡°Ashes, tell me. What should I do?¡± ¡°Tell Tilly that I like her.¡± The dark clouds were eventually dispersed by the lazy sunbeams that spilled across the earthy land. In the slanting sun rays, Ashes closed her eyes and dissolved into the wind. Lightning attempted to hold her back but to no vail. With her one good hand still trying to hug the air in front of her, the little girl broke into tears. ¡­ Lan heaved a deep sigh as she gazed at the dark sky, her eyes downcast. After a long, melancholic silence, she closed the window and muttered as if she was asking an imaginary figure, or just talking to herself. ¡°What are you waiting for?¡± ¡°There¡¯s nothing to hesitate about anymore.¡± ¡°We need to act faster. Time¡­ is running out.¡± Her last comment gave way to an inaudible sigh that dispersed into the stillness of time. Chapter 1167 - Woe Chapter 1167: Woe Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ ¡°Is that so? I got it.¡± Roland¡¯s heart sank when he received the news from the frontline. It took him a while to reply. ¡°How are you feeling now? How is your injury?¡± But what followed was only a suffocating silence. Few more minutes passed before Roland spoke again. ¡°This wasn¡¯t your fault. You couldn¡¯t foresee that the things would unfold in this way. Now, since the Magic Slayer has perished, take a long break and have a good rest.¡± Roland slumped into a chair after he hung up the telephone and let out a deep sigh. As if she sensed something, Nightingale strolled slowly to Roland¡¯s desk and asked, ¡°Was that Leaf?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Roland answered while closing his eyes. ¡°The war is over. The First Army successfully seized Taquila with minimal loss and also discovered a half-completed tower base in the God¡¯s Stone mine. The ambush operation failed, but it has been confirmed that the Magic Slayer was killed. The curse was lifted, which is the fortunate part of all the misfortunes. However¡­¡± he paused for a second and said, ¡°Ashes and Elena didn¡¯t make it.¡± ¡°That¡­ fool?¡± Nightingale said, aghast, and then turned away. ¡°Lightning told me that Ashes became Transcendent near the end of the fight and sacrificed herself to kill the demon. Nothing was left behind from the battle except for the melted remains of Ashes¡¯ sword,¡± Roland continued slowly. Roland had predicted the failure of the ambush when he had seen the siege through the phantom instrument. Judging from the formation of the demons, it appeared they had been purposely waiting for the witches to take action. Unfortunately, he could only have a glimpse of the battlefield through the screen. After the Special Unit had retreated to the west, he had lost track of the witches and thus been pacing up and down in his room with burning anxiety. Roland had anticipated the worst scenario at that moment. The actual outcome of the battle was much better than he had thought. Nevertheless, the casualties still gave him a leaden feeling in his stomach. After all, he was the one who had approved this plan. ¡°Ashes was arrogant and very full of herself, but she never made any reckless decisions¡­¡± Nightingale remarked as she placed her hand gently on Roland¡¯s back. ¡°The same goes for Elena. I believe that they knew this would eventually happen, so, you don¡¯t have to pin all the blame on yourself. I¡¯m throwing the words you said to Leaf right back to you.¡± Roland nodded slowly a few times. He still did not understand how the demons had predicted their plan and why they had taken eliminating the witches precedence of over control of the Holy City of Taquila. Yet it had happened. As the leader of Graycastle and the united front, he should never show any signs of despondency to the public no matter how disheartening and painful the situation was. How was he supposed to support someone more downcast than him if he were to let his emotions consume him? For example, Tilly. He did not know how to face her. From what Leaf had told him, Tilly and Ashes had been much closer than he thought. Although Tilly was not completely devastated by the news and immediately came to help the wounded, the sparkles in her eyes had faded instantly when she had heard about Ashes¡¯ death. According to Lightning¡¯s words, the radiance around Tilly had disappeared. Lightning had also forwarded Roland Ashes¡¯ last words, probably hoping that Roland could assuage Tilly¡¯s grief. But comforting people was never one of his expertise. He decided to take things slow. On the same afternoon, the Seagull arrived at Neverwinter. All the witches who sustained minor injuries returned from the battle, whereas those in critical condition were still remaining at the front, awaiting Nana¡¯s treatment. Roland and the other Witch Union members greeted them at the airport. Anna, Agatha, Molly, and Phyllis climbed down the jet bridge and hugged Scroll, Nightingale and Sharon, as well as the clerks of the Witch Union, including Ring, Grayrabbit and Pearl. At this moment, the war made everyone equal. There was no difference between combat and non-combat witches, new and Taquila witches, or witches and the common people. Tilly was the last to get off the plane. Roland walked up to her and stammered, ¡°That¡­¡± ¡°Can I have a word with you in private, brother?¡± Tilly asked as she looked up at him. ¡­ He thus led Tilly to his office and closed the door behind them after Nightingale left the room on his orders. ¡°Alright, if you want to say something¡­¡± Roland broke off. As he turned around, he felt his chest suddenly constrict, and Tilly threw herself at him. ¡°Please, just stay there,¡± Tilly choked while holding Roland tight, her voice quavered. ¡°Let me hold you like this for a while, just a while¡­¡± Her voice trailed off into a sob, her fingers sinking into Roland¡¯s back deeply. So that was why. Like him, she was a leader; a leader of Sleeping Spell. Tilly did not have the liberty to show her emotions. It was indeed not an easy task to hold back her tears while inside, she was tormented by misery and agony of her loss. Roland patted Tilly on the back and said, ¡°You don¡¯t need to hold back anymore. Cry if you want. Nobody will hear¡­¡± Tilly¡¯s tears then came flooding out her eyes. The sobbing soon grew louder and louder and turned into a heartbreaking wail that Roland had never heard before. He had never seen Tilly so sad, not even when she had been bullied by her own brother when she had been little. It was an outpour of forlorn and despair from a person who had just lost that which was what the dearest to them. Roland didn¡¯t know what to say, because no words could comfort her at the moment. So he just stood there and waited. ¡­ Meanwhile at the frontline. The tent flap was pulled back, and Shavi came in with a bowl of medicine in her hand. ¡°Do I have to drink that again?¡± Andrea mumbled. Her legs were completely bandaged and her face covered with medicinal cream. Although neither of these really helped heal her wounds, Andrea liked the soothing sensation on her skin. ¡°I won¡¯t drink it without candies.¡± ¡°How about¡­ I ask for some from the field medics?¡± Shavi said tentatively. ¡°Since when did the field medics have candies? This isn¡¯t Neverwinter. Whatever, help me up.¡± Andrea sat up, took the bowl, and emptied it down her throat. ¡°Aargh, is Nana still busy? How long do I have to wait before receiving treatment?¡± ¡°I asked her. She told me you need to wait for another three or four days. She said that some God¡¯s Punishment Witches were in worse conditions than you, and¡­¡± ¡°And what?¡± Shavi muttered, ¡°She said that your legs looked pretty bad but the injuries weren¡¯t fatal, so medication should help.¡± Andrea rolled her eyes and said, ¡°I¡¯m not that muscular monster. How can I heal myself up?¡± Those words almost brought Shavi to tears. ¡°Sorry,¡± Andrea mumbled, quickly turning her tactless comment into a cough. ¡°Forget about it.¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Shavi said while shaking her head. ¡°You just reminded me of Ashes, so I couldn¡¯t help¡­¡± ¡°I look like her? What the ¡ª ¡± Andrea broke off, frowning, as she realized that she had almost forgotten about her status as a noble. ¡°Well¡­ I feel a bit tired now. You go take a rest. Please tell Lightning and Maggie to bring some honey back next time they go on a patrol. At least that will make my life a lot easier.¡± ¡°Okay, got it.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± Andrea, however, was still not able to restore her composure after Shavi departed. ¡°You wanted to save everyone? You even ended up becoming a Transcendent. Did you think that you were a Queen of Starfall City of old?¡± ¡°Now you killed the Magic Slayer and met a heroic end, but¡­¡± Andrea laid back down and buried her face in her hands. ¡°¡­ Damn it, have you never thought about¡­¡± ¡°How I¡¯m supposed to surpass you when you¡¯re now gone forever?¡± Chapter 1168 - Recovery Chapter 1168: Recovery Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Tilly cried for nearly an hour before she finally fell asleep. Roland put her on a couch, his cheeks and clothes smeared with Tilly¡¯s tears and snot. The latter was still shaking with sobs uncontrollably when Roland disengaged himself. Tilly obviously did not wish the witches from Sleeping Spell to see her cry like this, so Roland asked Anna to bring Tilly to the master bedroom on the third floor of the castle. Anna wiped Tilly¡¯s tear-streaked face as her breath gradually steadied as sleep broke over her. Apparently, she had burned out after working non-stop for weeks since Ashes¡¯ death. Anna gathered this was probably how Tilly coped with pain ¡ª by immersing herself in work and thereby temporarily detaching herself from the cruelty of reality. ¡°Please stay with her tonight,¡± Roland said with a sigh. ¡°She needs someone, and I trust that you¡¯re the best person to take care of her.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I know how she feels and what to do,¡± Anna answered while nodding. ¡°What about you?¡± ¡°I could sleep in the Third Border City. I¡¯ve been staying there for the past few days, so it doesn¡¯t matter to me,¡± Roland replied. ¡°Also, the witches there should be informed of the success of the ¡®Torch¡¯ project as well. Those ancient witches probably have been waiting for this news for a long time.¡± ¡°OK,¡± Anna said as she walked up to Roland and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ¡°Although I don¡¯t want you to leave, it¡¯s important to let them know¡­¡± ¡°Sorry, you just came back from the front.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be silly, my king. We¡¯ll have plenty of time together in the future.¡± Just when Roland was about to leave, Anna stopped him again. ¡°By the way, bring Nightingale with you,¡± she said in a serious tone. ¡°You should never put yourself in danger.¡± While still being a little absorbed in Anna¡¯s clear blue eyes, Roland closed the door behind him. ¡­ Pasha greeted Roland and his guards at Third Border City immediately. ¡°Your Majesty, how did the war go? Any news from the front?¡± She swayed her tentacles, looking unsettled. With no intention of holding anything back from her, Roland said flatly, ¡°We won. The demons on the plain were eradicated, and so was the Magic Slayer. The First Army seized Taquila.¡± Pasha instantly stopped swaying. After a moment of silence, she asked, apparently thrilled, ¡°Is this true? I apologize for my insolence, Your Majesty¡­ I¡¯m not questioning the credibility of your words, but I just don¡¯t know what to say. Could you tell me more about it?¡± As a Senior Witch who had been living for more than 400 years, Pasha had developed the ability to remain unperturbed under any circumstances. It was Roland¡¯s first time seeing Pasha lose her composure. He replied, ¡°Naturally, but¡­¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty. I¡¯ll soon tell everyone the good news!¡± Pasha said and vanished from into the cave and from Roland¡¯s sight. Momentarily stunned, Roland shook his head resignedly. When Roland entered the underground hall, however, he not only saw Pasha, Alethea, and Celine but also all the other God¡¯s Punishment Witches gather about at the center of the hall. They were spread out in a line and were looking hopefully at him. This made Roland feel it hard to tell them the whole story. ¡°Do what you can,¡± Nightingale whispered to him. ¡°Or tell Pasha mentally.¡± Roland nodded, took a step forward, and briefly talked about the war and its outcome. As he had not received a statistic report yet and Leaf had missed quite a few details when she had related the incident to him, Roland could not fully recount the story. Neverthless, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches did not really care about the specifics anyway. For those survivors who had been waiting for four centuries, all they needed to know was the final result. The crowd erupted into a loud cheer after Roland finished his speech. Many witches burst into tears and some whooped with laughter. All of them were thrilled by the news. It was a day of euphoria for those witches as they had finally, for the first time in the past several hundred years, been freed of the oppression of the demons. ¡°Please forgive our insolence and rudeness in the past,¡± Alethea said as she came up to Roland and bowed her main tentacle. ¡°From today onwards, there¡¯s no need to keep a united front. We acknowledge you as the leader of Taquila and we trust you¡¯ll lead us to achieve our final goal.¡± Neither Pasha nor Celine spoke. Apparently, they also agreed. This meant that Taquila had officially become an integral part of the Kingdom of Graycastle. Roland gave a curt nod of agreement, and Alethea straightened up. ¡°Also, I need to tell you one more thing,¡± Roland said and then told them about Elena¡¯s death. ¡°I see¡­ So it was her,¡± Pasha spoke slowly. Roland was mildly surprised that the witches were not too upset about the news. ¡°You¡­ already knew?¡± Roland asked, unable to help himself. ¡°No, we just anticipated that it would happen,¡± Alethea said truthfully. ¡°The demons saw through our ambush plan, which, back in the Union age, would normally leave us with no chance of survival. It¡¯s very fortunate that we only lost one member.¡± ¡°You probably find it hard to understand, but we¡¯re used to death,¡± Celine supplied the answer. ¡°Every one of us volunteered to transfer our soul to the carrier and was on the brink of death once, not to mention numerous defeats during the past Battle of Divine Will. We¡¯re not afraid of death but a meaningless one.¡± ¡°And Elena simply made a choice that every Taquila witch would make under that circumstance,¡± Alethea said. ¡°So, you don¡¯t have to be too sad about it.¡± Instead of providing solace to the witches, Roland became the one being comforted. While being a little touched, he was at a loss for words. ¡°Of course, this doesn¡¯t mean we aren¡¯t sad for the loss. We simply learned how to control our emotions,¡± Pasha said as she looked at the celebrating witches. ¡°I¡¯ll tell them later. Right now, let them enjoy the celebration.¡± ¡­ Five days later. As the army gradually returned to Neverwinter, the news of the victory slowly infiltrated the city. Although the civilians did not witness the actual war themselves like they had done during the battles against the demonic beasts and Duke Ryan, nor did they celebrate the victory at the time, they gradually formulated a mental image of the enemy based on the various rumors circulated in the neighborhood. This particular enemy, unlike any demonic hybrids or knights, was ferocious, powerful, and dauntless. As many people had seen the attack of the Devilbeasts, it was further believed that this enemy was a demon from Hell. Some details had even gone awry in the retelling, as the public was now quite positive that the demon was actually a 100-foot legendary monster that brought disasters and ejected fire. This imaginary demon thus soon became the most heated topic of discussion throughout the entire city. The defeat of such an invincible monster significantly raised the morale of the masses. If the demon from Hell had failed to stop the First Army, then who could? Meanwhile, the Graycastle Weekly further advertised the war by interviewing a large number of soldiers who had participated in the battle. In a few days, Neverwinter witnessed a rapid increase in the number of people who applied to join the First Army, and the public set up a chant of ¡°expand the territory of Graycastle for the king¡± throughout the city. Nonetheless, the officers in Neverwinter knew very well what their real challenge was. At the cemetery in the west of the city. Since the first tombstone had been set up here five years ago during the Months of Demons, this old wasteland, which used to be overgrown with bushes and hedges, had now become a public cemetery carpetted with green grass. 426 new tombstones were added today. Most of the tombs were empty, as they could not locate all the bodies of the killed. However, nobody felt that those soldiers were abandoned. On each of the tombstones, there was the deceased soldier¡¯s name, rank, and feats. Elena¡¯s and Ashes¡¯ tombs were among them. They looked identical to all the other tombstones except that there was a half-melted sword in front of Ashes¡¯ tomb. ¡°Salute!¡± Iron Axe shouted while raising his hand. Then all the officers administered a military salute, most of whom had a much higher rank than ordinary soldiers. It was not only a memorial but also a reminder. It reminded them that there was still a long way to go before the Battle of Divine Will ended. After the funeral, Roland summoned Barov and said, ¡°Ask all the ministers to come here. I have new tasks for them.¡± Chapter 1169 - A Parliament of Holy See Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The rush of the waves from the Realm of Mind gradually faded, and Hackzord opened its eyes. It saw a round hall, below which lay the tranquil sea of fog, and the ceiling of the hall was out of its sight. Nine seats of different sizes were suspended in the air and were along the steep stone wall. In the middle of the circle stood a giant Birth Tower. However, unlike a real High Tower, this Birth Tower was plastered with eyes the size of a junior demon. This was the realm created by the king. The ¡°Presiding Holy See¡±. Although it was not its first time visiting here, it still felt somewhat restless and uncomfortable. Unlike a dream or ordinary mental communication, the communication that occurred in this hall, which was located in the middle of the Realm of Mind, was real. If it fell in the sea of fog or was under an attack, it would truly get injured. In contrast to the chaos outside, the hall was strictly in order. The king ruled the Holy See. Once someone entered the Presiding Holy See, it would be at the mercy of the king. Nevertheless, Hackzord was confident in its absolute loyalty to the king. It could easily suppress its instinctive revolt. Only savage beasts would find it difficult to control their instincts. ¡°The Sky Lord is at your service,¡± Hackzord swept a bow at the High Tower in the center. One of the eyes on the tower opened but immediately closed again. It said, ¡°Please wait.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Presently, the seats were gradually filled. The shadows occupying the seats were blurry, but Hackzord managed to make out who they were. The one whose armor was ornamented with various weapons, as giant as a small mountain, was the ¡°Bloody Conqueror¡±, the one wearing distorted clothes and masks was the ¡°Resentful Heart¡±. Very few could distinguish these prominent figures, because it depended on how well one understood the Origin of Magic. When the last seat was occupied, the conference began. The king materialized in front of all the lords, and half of the eyes on the Birth Tower slowly opened as well. ¡°You all probably know why I summoned you here. I believe everyone has the same question as me. Several days ago, one person upgraded and reached the Realm of Mind. The upgrade created a commotion there but soon, this particular individual became unresponsive,¡± the king broke off and turned to the Sky Lord. ¡°The one who created this commotion was Ursrook, the commander of the advanced troops of the Western Front. Hackzord, what in the world happened in the west? Hackzord felt nervous. It had expected the king to ask it this question. Disturbance of the Realm of Mind indicated that this individual must have achieved a relatively high realm, and all the lords would be able to sense such a remarkable improvement. As the battle in the Sky-sea Realm became increasingly fierce, one more lord meant a bigger chance to win. However, things suddenly took a turn for the worse. To everybody¡¯s consternation, this new lord simply left its mark in the realm and vanished into thin air. It was their first time over the past several hundred years seeing a lord die right after its upgrade. In fact, Hackzord had received the news of their defeat in the west not long after Ursrook¡¯s upgrade, along with a letter written by Ursrook itself. Hackzord was so outraged by the content of the letter that it wanted to drill a hole in Ursrook¡¯s skull to see what had made it act so recklessly! When the king raised the question, Hackzord hesitated for a moment but finally decided to disclose the truth concerning the battle. As Hackzord had expected, the hall erupted into a loud murmur of jeers, gasps, and exclamations. ¡°Huh? Did I just hear that right?¡± the ¡°Bloody Conqueror¡± sneered predictably. ¡°Your subordinate knowingly made a bad decision and sent all the troops to the Fertile Plains for slaughter? What did you call that guy earlier? A genius commander?¡± Hackzord knew that the Blood Conqueror, as the commander at the Sky-sea Realm, always held a grudge against Ursrook. Fearing that Ursrook¡¯s upgrade would threaten its status, the Blood Conqueror would naturally seek every opportunity to attack Ursrook. ¡°I don¡¯t really care about junior demons and Spider Demons, but the Sky Lord should have known how precious those symbiotic demons are,¡± the ¡°Mask¡±, who was responsible for developing symbiotic demons commented enigmatically. ¡°If we successfully seized Taquila, the City of Falling Star and Arrieta, that would have been a different story because the God¡¯s Stone mines there could provide us with supplies. However, we now not only lost those mines but also the symbiotic.¡± ¡°I¡¯m shocked that we lost to those low lives, and I believe your lordship should, more or less, take some responsibility.¡± ¡°I think we overestimated this so-called genius. He¡¯s just barely above average.¡± ¡°Not all the upgraded could open the gate, otherwise there would have been more than nine lords sitting here. Plus, its enemy was a Transcendent.¡± ¡°So what? This isn¡¯t 400 years ago anymore. Do you think dying together with a Transcendent is something that we should boast about?¡± Hackzord¡¯s face clouded over as it listened to all the sniding comments. Although it did not really understand Ursrook, Ursrook had been one of its favorites. As a lord, it could not tolerate any attacks toward its old commander. Just at that moment, the king interrupted the discussion and silenced everyone. ¡°Enough, I just want to know if this would affect our plan!¡± Hackzord immediately concentrated its mind and replied, ¡°No, of course not. We have many other plans. Taquila isn¡¯t our priority. I assure you that we¡¯ll tread on men¡¯s territory as planned.¡± ¡°Then keep your word,¡± the king said, his voice lower. ¡°But¡­¡± the Sky Lord said hesitantly. ¡°But I need to request for more troops. According to Ursrook, we need ten times the troops we have now to win this battle.¡± After an internal struggle, Hackzord decided to disclose the content of Ursrook¡¯s letter. It did not know why it reached such a conclusion, probably because of the trust it had put in Ursrook or because of the horrific prediction Ursrook had made. Constantly, a voice in its head pressed Hackzord to tell the truth. ¡°Ten times?¡± the ¡°Blood Conqueror¡± bellowed. ¡°What are you joking about? We can barely cope with the battle at the Sky-sea Realm, and you still request for more? I won¡¯t give you anything!¡± ¡°What did Ursrook say?¡± the king asked heavily. ¡°When he wrote this letter, the advanced troops had not fought human beings yet. Ursrook insisted in staying at Taquila under the pretext that it wanted to find out men¡¯s weakness. If the plan worked, we would have been able to significantly weaken humans. Then, we should send more troops and exterminate the entire human race.¡± ¡°Was that a prophecy?¡± someone jeered. ¡°I wonder if Ursrook predicted its own death.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Hackzord nodded after a moment of silence. ¡°Yes, it did.¡± A strained silence suddenly fell on the hall. The lords exchanged looks, and the atmosphere became heavy. The king spoke, ¡°What did Ursrook say?¡± The Sky Lord heaved a deep sigh and replied, ¡°If it fails to survive, we should treat human beings as equals and exercise all our strength to annihilate them!¡± Chapter 1170 1170 A Shocking Statement Translator:Transn | Editor: Meh The hall was stirred. ¡°All our strength?¡± the Blood Conqueror echoed coldly. ¡°What do you mean by ¡®all our strength¡¯?¡± ¡°Literal meaning,¡± Hackzord replied lazily. ¡°Abandon the cities where we¡¯ve exploited all the God Stone mines and half of the continent to the Sky-sea Realm. Direct all our forces to the Land of Dawn. I mean all, including old and new troops, until the human race is wiped off the face of this planet.¡± ¡°Stop, you insolent brute!¡± ¡°Are you crazy?¡± ¡°Then where should the millions of residents in those cities go?¡± ¡°Although Ursrook didn¡¯t explicitly say that in its letter, I believe they should be relocated to the Fertile Plains. It¡¯s a vast land that¡¯ll be large enough to accommodate these migrants,¡± the Sky Lord answered. ¡°We aren¡¯t going to have a mass relocation,¡± the Mask snorted while bursting into a furious laugh. ¡°That¡¯ll be suicidal if we don¡¯t move the Birth Tower along with them. Plus, we only have one chance to erect the new tower after the arrival of the Bloody Moon. We could have built the tower in Taquila, but your genius commander lost the entire Fertile Plains. Isn¡¯t it too late now to talk about relocation?¡± Hackzord fought down its urge to retort. As Ursrook had had limited forces at its command, and the king had refused to send more reinforcements, it had thus left Ursrook no choice but to abandon Taquila. However, Hackzord managed to suppress its resentment toward the king and remained expressionless. It had to discipline its mind. ¡°We have alternatives,¡± Hackzord said. ¡°For example, we could use the Deity of Gods ¡ª ¡± ¡°Absolutely not!,¡± the Bloody Conqueror cut across Hackzord rather fiercely. ¡°That¡¯s our only hope to repel the enemy at the Sky-sea Realm. How could we waste it on those low lives? Stop talking nonsense!¡± ¡°The Deity of Gods is our ultimate weapon,¡± the king said. ¡°It¡¯s an essential part of our operation plan, and nobody could ever change that, not even a new lord. That¡¯s settled.¡± The king made the final verdict. Hackzord was profoundly relieved. In fact, it also felt that Ursrook¡¯s statement was a little too audacious. If Hackzord had had a choice, it would have rather kept the contents of the letter to itself. Anyway, it had fulfilled its duty to the king. ¡°Also, I find it absurd to increase the force by ten times¡­¡± Just when the Bloody Conqueror was about to pursue the argument, someone interrupted it. ¡°I actually think we should take Ursrook¡¯s warning a little more seriously,¡± the voice said mildly, which startled everyone. It was the guardian of the king¡¯s city, the ¡°Silent Disaster¡±. As a lord, it rarely spoke on a meeting. Like its name suggested, the Silent Disaster had a taciturn character. As the most powerful lord among the nine, the Silent Disaster despised the Mask and the Resentful Heart who had to rely on clothes to disguise their weaknesses. As for the Silent Disaster itself, it wore a gleamy black armor every day, its face completely masked by the visor, as though it did not care about its personal image, nor did it feel that the armor was uncomfortable to wear. ¡°And your reasoning?¡± the king asked curtly. ¡°Possibly¡­ there are some other legacy shards unknown to us in this world.¡± There was another murmur that swept over the hall. It was louder than the one after they had heard Ursrook¡¯s final words. ¡°How is that possible? There are only four shards in total. Don¡¯t we find shards based on their shapes.¡± ¡°Do you think that human beings upgraded by some unknown means so we¡¯ll have to put all our strength into the battle against them?¡± ¡°Where did you get that information?¡± The people on the floor raised various questions. ¡°No, I don¡¯t have evidence. It¡¯s simply my own speculation,¡± the Silent Disaster drawled. ¡°I saw something¡­ incomprehensible in the Divine Land once.¡± ¡°Can you tell us what you saw?¡± the king asked, half of his eyes resting upon it. The Silent Disaster shook its head and said, ¡°It¡¯s indescribable. Please take a look at my memory.¡± With these words, it bowed its head. ¡°So¡­¡± All of the king¡¯s eyes snapped open! In an instant, a chill stole through Hackzord that made it shudder uncontrollably. Its instinctive revolt reached its peak. The injection of another individual¡¯s thoughts made Hackzord shift in its seat uncomfortably. But it had to be absolutely loyal to the king. The Sky Lord thus suppressed its feeling and offered to connect. Then, eerie images streamed into it and filled its heart with fears that chilled it to the bone. Among those images, Hackzord, dimly, spied a man, standing with an air of detachment not far away. This man seemed to be enjoying watching it struggle. Hackzord knew that this was not an illusion. Black tentacles that represented corruption were now rushing to attack it in a frenzy. If Hackzord did not leave now, it would soon drown in the Realm of Mind! So Hackzord fled. During the escape, it broke one of the armrests of its chair. The next moment, Hackzord woke up with a start and felt a chill running down its spine. The other lords also gasped and panted, obviously sharing the same feeling as Hackzord. Now, everyone understood what the Silent Disaster had meant. It was a well-known fact that legacy shards were connected with each other. When they communicated through the shards, there was a price they had to pay. Generally speaking, the price for the party who knew less about the Realm of Mind would be higher. They would not have been that surprised had this person in the Divine Land been a witch, as witches rarely visited the Realm of Mind voluntarily. They merely trespassed into the Realm of Mind every now and then, which did not really mean anything. However, this person was a male. According to the history of humans in the past thousand years, males had never displayed signs of magic. There was no plausible explanation to this phenomenon except that human beings had upgraded. It wasn¡¯t until then that Hackzord understood why the Silent Disaster had not shared this incident earlier. Nobody would like to admit that a low life had made it jump off the chair. Hackzord wondered whether the Silent Disaster flushed underneath its helmet. It appeared that its armor was not completely useless. Was that the real reason it requested to resign from its guardian position? Presently, one lord turned to Hackzord and asked, ¡°Your lordship, did you also ¡ª ¡± ¡°No, I only went to the Divine Land a few times, and I didn¡¯t see anything strange there,¡± Hackzord cut that lord off while holding its chest a little higher. ¡°If I did, I would have reported to the king immediately. I believe things would have been very different if it were me, based on my understanding of the Realm of Mind.¡± With these words, Hackzord darted a cold glance at the Silent Disaster. ¡°Interesting.¡± Just then, a bright, silvery voice joined the conversation. The ¡°Nightmare¡± sitting at the end of the table, wearing a white robe, finally opened its third eye and broke the silence it had managed to keep since the beginning of the meeting. Chapter 1171 - The Double Plan Chapter 1171: The Double Plan Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Everyone rested their eyes on the Nightmare. So did Hackzord. The Nightmare Lord, Valkries, was the most special lord out of the nine lords. As the very first lord, it had led most of the lords on the floor to their upgrades. During the first Battle of Divine Will, it had established a close relationship with human beings, and it was even rumored that there were still some believers in human cities. Although the Nightmare was not the strongest lord, it was powerful enough to alter its physical appearance. However, it seemed to prefer the look after its upgrade ¡ª blue skinned, with a horn sprouting from its head, and a third eye on its forehead. Although the Nightmare did not look remotely human, its fashion style and act of demeanor were quite manlike, and it was also the first lord who had learned to speak the human language. In other words, the Nightmare was the complete opposite of the Silent Disaster. Its sheer, delicate white robe displayed every single thread of fabric and afforded the Nightmare a sense of aloofness that separated it from the rest of them. The Nightmare looked relaxed and indifferent, but Hackzord knew its understanding of the Realm of Mind was astoundingly profound. Hackzord would not have complained about anything had the Nightmare Lord been startled earlier. In fact, it was the only lord that Hackzord failed to understand. If any of the other lords had seated themselves so unceremoniously like the Nightmare, Hackzord would have doubted its loyalty. Surprisingly, the king also appeared to be perfectly fine with the Nightmare¡¯s attitude. ¡°Well, what did you find?¡± ¡°I¡¯m just wondering if there¡¯s such a possibility,¡± Valkries said as it straightened up. ¡°Whether there¡¯s an upgrade method unknown to us or not, let¡¯s just suppose that a male human possessed an ability like a witch, then this ability must have a lot to do with the Realm of Mind. Otherwise, the Silent Lord wouldn¡¯t have been so petrified.¡± A red fleck glimmered underneath the Silent Disaster¡¯s helmet. It said, ¡°I¡¯ve been guarding the legacy shard for nearly 200 years and have seen many humans. Most of them either fled or drowned. Only one person I met two years ago managed to confront me, but she was a woman.¡± ¡°Witches could possibly achieve that, but I don¡¯t really care about that person¡¯s gender. I¡¯m actually more concerned about the ability itself. Perhaps, this man hasn¡¯t even noticed that he¡¯s already powerful enough to leave a mark in the Realm of Mind.¡± ¡°I agree with you,¡± Hackzord rejoined. After all, the Realm of Mind was one of its expertises. ¡°But I don¡¯t really see the point here. The Realm of Mind is vast. It would be almost impossible to find a mark left by a specific individual.¡± ¡°Perhaps,¡± Valkries neither approved nor denied. ¡°But I still want to give it a shot, using the connection between the different legacy shards. What do you think?¡± Mildy taken aback, Hackzord asked, ¡°Have you already learned to sense the connection between the shards?¡± The defeat of the underground civilization significantly increased the magic power of the entire race. They were thus able to sense the Birth Towers. Gradually, they realized that both the communication with the Birth Tower and the legacy shards had to be completed through the Realm of Mind. Therefore, in theory, they could always search along the communication line for what was connected on the other end. Nevertheless, this was simply a theory. The Realm of Mind was chaotic and random like the whirling sea. It was extremely hard to look for a thin thread hidden underneath the surface of the water. The deeper this thin thread was, the more susceptible it was to the influences of the currents. Hackzord could barely maintain its position in the Realm, let alone looking for a faintly discernible ¡°connection line¡±. It had never thought of using this method. Did Valkries already surpass it in the understanding of the Origin of Magic? ¡°Maybe,¡± Valkries answered leisurely. ¡°But I won¡¯t know until I try it out. If I could find the mark left by that man, we could probably know the answer.¡± Hackzord thought the mark would not be much of help. The mind was complicated. Even for the mind of someone of the same race, they had to do a lot of research, feel, and make numerous deductions to learn the truth, not to mention that they were now going to search for the mind of a person of another race. Forcing its way into someone¡¯s mind would lead to madness and disorder. Hackzord wanted to talk sense into the Nightmare, but when it saw Valkries¡¯ white robe, his words somehow rested on the tip of its tongue. Perhaps, the Nightmare Lord did have some feasible way to achieve this. ¡°The Sky Lord is now guarding the legacy shards. Ask him if you want to try,¡± said the king. ¡°As you command,¡± Valkries said while placing its hand on its chest. ¡°However, it should be noted that there¡¯s no guarantee that we could find the answer before human beings upgrade. There are many variables, and the search requires a lot of time. There¡¯s a possibility that the upgrade of human race would cause substantial damage to us. I believe the Sky Lord has a Plan B after we lose Taquila, right? If Plan B fails again, everything we¡¯ve done so far would be wasted.¡± ¡°You¡¯re being too cautious¡­¡± the Blood Conqueror said gruffly. ¡°I held the upgrade ceremony for Ursrook. After it upgraded, it learned a lot about humans from me,¡± Valkries said mildly as it closed its eyes again. ¡°It was definitely gifted, and I don¡¯t think its warning is a word out of delirium. Therefore, I uphold its suggestion of sending more troops to the Fertile Plains.¡± ¡°Seconded,¡± the Silent Disaster rejoined. The king lapsed into a short silence and looked toward the other commanders including the Bloody Conqueror. ¡°Are you able to increase the forces by ten times to support the Sky Lord while maintaining the current defense?¡± ¡°Sire¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m asking whether you can or can¡¯t.¡± There was a brief silence in the hall. To Hackzord¡¯s surprise, the Mask broke the silence. ¡°Yes, sire, I can manage. As long as you could provide me with more resources for my research, I can develop more powerful, diverse symbiotic demons. They won¡¯t be restricted by their parents and will be much more powerful than junior demons. Ten times more powerful! More importantly, they¡¯ll not affect the battle at the front.¡± ¡°But that¡¯ll consume many God¡¯s Stones,¡± the Resentful Heart said apprehensively. ¡°If we lose control, the consequences will be devastating.¡± ¡°When we wipe out those low lives, we¡¯ll have plenty of God¡¯s Stones!¡± ¡°Are you sure you can make it in time?¡± the Bloody Conqueror retorted irritably. The Mask paused for a second and said, ¡°Well, it¡¯ll be a little difficult to provide so many symbiotic demons at a time, but I don¡¯t think human beings will react that fast. We may be able to vanquish them with just half of the suggested number. In that case, we could probably save half of our resources. It would be better than nothing¡­¡± ¡°Enough,¡± the king interrupted the conversation. ¡°Let¡¯s do what the Mask said. Anyway, we can¡¯t let human beings live on the Land of Dawn for another 400 years. We must take the entire continent after this Battle of Divine Will!¡± ¡°As you wish!¡± chorused all the lords as they bent their heads. Chapter 1172 - A New Population Policy Chapter 1172: A New Population Policy Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In Neverwinter, Graycastle. In the castle boardroom. With the expansion of the Administrative Office, the meeting room became increasingly crowded. Many officials were sitting on benches behind their ministers and deputy ministers, whereas clerks and assistants were forced to stand flat against the wall. The hall was thus packed with around 200 people. Roland thought it was now time to build a larger conference hall to accommodate these officials. He gathered that once the local officials came to the king¡¯s city to report their work, they would probably have to use the first floor of the castle to receive them. He noted this idea down on a book and clapped his hands, and the meeting room instantly fell silent. ¡°I believe everyone has learned about the great success of the ¡®Torch¡¯ project that lasted for around 10 months. Now, we¡¯ve eradicated the demons and expanded our territory to the Fertile Plains. From now on, instead of a deserted land full of traps and dangers, the area to the west of Neverwinter will provide us with resources and food!¡± Roland paused for a second and then said, ¡°That¡¯s right. This land larger than the Four Kingdoms put together will be the land we¡¯ll dwell on for the next 100 years!¡± The hall erupted into thunderous applause. Territory expansion was viewed as the most important task for a king, and was also the fastest way for officials to gain a profit. Even civilians could benefit from the newly-acquired land, as this new land was several times the current territory of Graycastle. ¡°The ¡®Four Kingdoms¡¯ would probably become a part of history in a few years,¡± Barov said jubilantly while stroking his beard. ¡°The other three kingdoms are incomparable to Graycastle in strength and power.¡± ¡°Quite right. It would be hilarious if we continue to use the word ¡®the Four Great Kingdoms¡¯ to document our history.¡± ¡°How about ¡®One Great and Three Small Kingdoms¡¯?¡± ¡°A little bit too much of a mouthful. I would rather come up with a brand new name.¡± ¡°I Agree. I trust that the word ¡¯empire¡¯ would suit our current status.¡± The ministers were absorbed in this heated discussion. Roland did not stop their argument but allowed them to savor the aftermath of the victory over the demons before he steered the subject back to business. ¡°I hope it¡¯s our mutual understanding that this victory is just the beginning of the war! Although we drove the demons out of the Fertile Plains, it doesn¡¯t necessarily mean that they wouldn¡¯t come back. This peace is only temporary. The real threat is the Battle of Divine Will when the Bloody Moon appears. I believe our enemy will put all their efforts into fighting this battle. Therefore, we must be well-prepared!¡± ¡°In other words, we shouldn¡¯t slack off. Instead, we should work even harder. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± The crowd shouted together. Roland surveyed the room and nodded at Nightingale next to him. Nightingale turned around and pulled back the curtain on the wall. A huge blackboard replaced the map of the Western Region, on which there was only one single word: people. ¡°This is what I want,¡± Roland announced slowly. Peace was restored in the Western Region. With the return of the army and the consolidation of the local administration in various municipalities, Graycastle citizens had become, unprecedentedly, united. Among all the plans Roland was about to implement, increasing the population became the most important one. To expedite the implementation of this policy, he even placed a higher priority on this matter over the post-war analysis. Without a doubt, the biggest problem for Neverwinter now was its small population. Had the First Army had an armored unit during the ¡°Torch¡± project, they could have easily repelled the demons that had ambushed the witches using the simplest infantry fighting vehicle. Although it was not necessarily ideal to use the first generation of the piston engine to produce an infantry fighting vehicle, it was better than nothing. Roland knew that the production rate in Neverwinter had reached its maximum. The plants could yield no more steel. The battle had cost them 90% of the shells accumulated over years in Neverwinter. The railway, which meandered through the plain, had almost consumed all the steel they had. Agatha now also felt it increasingly hard to catch up with the acid production in the plant. The production of RPGs further exhausted the ammunition stockpile. It was undeniable that they had reached dead ends in many areas. Roland needed people to expand production. He also needed people to work on new projects. To put the plan into action, Roland needed even more people to coordinate with different departments. The population of Neverwinter was currently increasing at a steady pace and had reached 200,000. Compared to other cities, this number was astronomical. It would probably take just another decade for Neverwinter to expand into a metropolis that housed one million residents. Roland would have peacefully accepted the victory had the demons not acted so unpredictably in the past war. In fact, as the reason for the demons¡¯ unexpected behavior still remained as a mystery, Roland felt a little uneasy about the outcome. He would rather see a fierce, bitter battle in Taquila between the First Army and the demons that lasted for over half a year and caused over half of the soldiers to be classified as casualties than the result he saw now. He had planned to conduct a prolonged campaign. But the demons had not let him do so. The deviation from their original operation plan indicated some unforeseen changes had taken place. As the army returned to Neverwinter, Roland¡¯s fear of uncertainty grew, which urged him to speed up the process by taking some unusual measures. ¡°Your Majesty, the Administrative Office has been on top of that,¡± Barov replied as he rose to his feet. ¡°Based on the statistics, the city takes in immigrants every year. I believe in about five years, the number of the immigrants in the city will be doubled¡ª ¡± ¡°I can¡¯t wait another five years anymore,¡± Roland interjected. ¡°I wish to see this happen this year, and possibly more immigrants than what was initially planned, if possible.¡± Everybody gasped. ¡°200,000 a year? Your Majesty, I¡¯m afraid that¡¯s impossible¡­¡± Barov said hesitantly. ¡°Only a famine or a riot could bring in so many people at a time.¡± ¡°You were talking about the immigration under normal circumstances, but I¡¯m intending to issue an administrative order. If we make relocation mandatory, it won¡¯t be very hard to reach this target. In short, this long-term plan can be divided into three parts.¡± Roland stuck out three fingers. ¡°Which are relocation, cross-border recruitment, and more births. These are what you should work on next.¡± Chapter 1173 - I Want All of Them Chapter 1173: I Want All of Them Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°I¡¯m only giving you the basic frame of this project. You have to figure out how to implement the policy and coordinate with the other departments yourself. Barov Mons should be supervising the whole project.¡± ¡°As you command,¡± Barov responded while clapping his hand over his chest. Roland nodded in satisfaction. After years of training, Barov had learned to obey his order without questioning his authority no matter how unreasonable it seemed to be. The close and intertwined relationship between each department within the Administrative Office enabled Barov to allocate resources for a big project like this. ¡°Now, listen carefully,¡± Roland said as he instructed Nightingale to stick a sheet of white cloth to the blackboard. ¡°First is the migration within the Kingdom of Graycastle¡­¡± ¡°Wow¡­¡± the crowd exclaimed involuntarily when they saw the content on the canvas. On the canvas were the several main features of this policy, supplemented with clear instructions in both text and picture formats. This was actually a very crude, primitive powerpoint created by Soraya. As a former engineering student, Roland believed that making slides was one of the basic skills to negotiate with employers. Compared to a lengthy, dry speech, slides would obviously be more visually appealing to audience. The population structure in Graycastle reflected how manpower was distributed in this particular age. Nobles of a higher rank, after becoming a lord, built their own cities and distributed their lands to their subordinates. With the increase in the population and the accumulation of wealth, big cities gradually found it increasingly difficult to sustain themselves. Subsequently, some city residents moved out to surrounding villages to continue to support those big cities. As a consequence, cities ceased to expand, creating a huge income gap between the nobles and civilians. Although these large cities appeared to be prosperous and boisterous at the first glance, the population of the surrounding towns and villages was actually much bigger than that of the city they were supporting. However, Roland knew the fundamental reason for this phenomenon was low productivity. Due to low productivity, civilians were bound by the lands they owned. For the rest of their life, they had no choice but to work laboriously in their fields to support the extravagant lifestyle of the nobles, with little they could keep to themselves. During the previous years when Roland had been recruiting refugees, the Administrative Office had paid special attention to the change in the local demographic and made a rough estimate. They concluded that the population of Graycasle should be between two million to four million. The wars waged by the second prince and Princess Garcia, and the plague spread by the church had caused a loss of 500,000 to 600,000 in the population and also razed the Eagle City in the Southern Territory and Valencia in the Eastern Region to the ground. Nevertheless, there were still quite a considerable number of people scattered around Graycastle, and only a very small portion of them had chosen to settle down in the Western Region. But now, Roland was determined to force those people to move here. It was predicted that they would soon harvest a great quantity of wheat grown from Golden Twos within a month. Meanwhile, high-yield cotton had also been widely grown in the Port of Clearwater. It would not be long before they could supply fabric to people in the entire kingdom. Currently, big cities no longer had to rely on manpower to sustain themselves, for one person could yield products 10 or 20 times they used to. Further, Roland had, technically, unified Graycastle on an administrative level, as all the power that used to belong to local lords was now held by the central government. The lords would have to obey the orders issued by secondary administrative bodies. The unification of the kingdom thus provided an excellent opportunity to implement his new migration policy. The so-called migration equality referred to the equal treatment of any or all citizens¡¯ rights to migrate their family members. It was an effective way to reduce conflicts that the mandatory migration policy might spark among the public. For example, a migrant who used to have two acres of land would be granted the same amount of land by the Administrative Office after he moved to Neverwinter. This strategy would not only expedite the development of the deserted land in the northwest but would also effectively solve the labor shortage problem in Neverwinter. However, Roland foresaw it was not going to be a pleasant process to drive people out of their native towns to a completely foreign city. To persuade people to abandon their native land and work in a plant would need a stronger reason than the simple explanation of ¡°emancipation¡±. Historically, the road migrants had trodden on was never unstained with the blood of uncooperative protestors. The government had the nasty tradition of stripping villagers of their properties through illegal purchase and occupation. Some countries even had a history of threatening unemployed refugees to work in factories via legislation and punishments. Although Roland did not intend anything like this to happen and was actually planning to provide social assistance to migrants, he was determined to restructure the demographic. He knew what he was doing. The second requirement was cross-border recruitment, which was basically the same as mandatory migration only that the targetted demographic was residents living beyond Graycastle. Unlike the Kingdom of Dawn that survived the war, both the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart lost their sovereigns after the church¡¯s invasion. According to Hill, these two kingdoms had not fully recovered yet. All the lords claimed that they were the blood of the royal families, and nobody seemed to be able to persuade the others. Given that, it was out of the question to establish a puppet government like Roland had done to the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°Do you mean¡­ that we should send the First Army?¡± Barov blurted out as he saw a new sheet was put onto the board. ¡°Do you think that the nobles will allow us to take away their properties while doing nothing?¡± Roland said matter-of-factly as he sipped his tea. ¡°They care about nothing but power, wealth and more lands. They don¡¯t give a damn about the demons or the Battle of Divine Will. Of course, we still need to reason with them first. As for whether they accept it or not, that¡¯s another story.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let them yield, Your Majesty,¡± Iron Axe said sternly. Cross-border recruitment would definitely be more savage than mandatory domestic migration. Without Golden Twos, many civilians would have to relocate to other cities. The loss of population and food would then lead to the destruction of the entire urban ecosystem. It was, therefore, another form of war, only that the loss would be relatively small compared to an aggressive one. The First Army was the key to this plan. The population of the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart was around 3 million. Except for those killed in the battles against the church, they could provide Neverwinter 1,500,000 immigrants. The relocation might take several years but it would also be the fastest way to increase the population. That was why Roland asked Barov to double the population within a year, or even within half a year. ¡°Your Majesty, do you have any requirements for those immigrants?¡± Barov asked. ¡°Like they have to be skilled workers, farmers or literates?¡± Roland had screened refugees before, but at that time, due to limited resources, he had not had the liberty to take in all of them. However, things were quite different now. ¡°No,¡± Roland answered as he clenched his fist. ¡°I want all of them.¡± ¡°I¡­ I see,¡± Barov said while mopping his sweat-dampened forehead. ¡°Last but not least,¡± Roland continued as he instructed Nightingale to show the last slide. ¡°The Administrative Office shall encourage births through advertisement, tax reduction and rewards. Although compared to the previous two policies, you won¡¯t be able to immediately see the result of this one. However, it¡¯s going to be the most important policy in the future.¡± Roland paused for a second and then said smilingly to his audience, ¡°For this last policy, I hope everyone in this room could set a good example for the public.¡± Chapter 1174 - A Permanent Currency Solution Chapter 1174: A Permanent Currency Solution Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Somebody in the room sniggered. With the rapid expansion of the Administrative Office and the establishment of a graduation exam system, the average age of governmental officials reduced by years. Since youths were naturally more willing to accept and learn new things than old people, it was common for a young man to finish school at the age of 20 and elevate himself to a key position in the government at the age of 25. In fact, Roland saw many young officials in the conference hall. He curled up his lips as he saw some new officials flush fugitively and lower their heads. Although these young men were relatively inexperienced compared to the old generation, they injected hopes and energies into the institution, which were essential for a newly-established governmental body. ¡°Anyway, you all need to do your best to increase the population of Neverwinter. Obviously, we¡¯ll need more residential buildings and facilities to accommodate these new residents. Doubling the population isn¡¯t our ultimate goal, as I¡¯m not going to set a target for this project. All you should know is that the more, the better. Everyone is obligated to make a contribution.¡± Roland concluded after the laughter died down, ¡°To make it easy to memorize, let¡¯s round up the number and call this project the ¡®Project of A Million¡¯.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± The officials all clapped their hands over their chests. The next few executive orders were all supplementary orders to the Project of A Million, such as the exploitation of the resources underneath the Fertile Plains, the establishment of day schools and specialized ones, as well as the further regulation of universal education. Roland also intended to outsource medical professionals from the public instead of recruiting from the army while setting up clinics in various neighborhoods to reduce the pressure of the hospital. Correspondingly, the Ministry of Education should add another subject to the middle school curriculum, medical science, and train semi-professionals working at the field medics using the textbooks collected from the Dream World. It would not be very easy to expand a city with a population of 200,000 into one with a population of 400,000 or even a million. With the increase in the population, they would, inevitably, had to improve the infrastructure of the city to prevent pollution from waste water and human excreta. The epidemic prevention work would also become more demanding due to the dense population. Although Lily could help with disease control, Roland still had to find a way to establish a monitoring and prevention system. Education was another key to further development. Illerate population would only impose a huge burden on the system as opposed to providing assistance to the industrialization. That was why Roland only laid out the basic frame of the plan because he knew a large city with a population of over a million would not instantly invent itself just after one meeting. The Administrative Office had to figure out how to execute the plan themselves through constant exploration and practices. While everyone was excited about the future of Neverwinter, Barov suddenly asked, ¡°Your Majesty, are you planning to send all these people to the plants?¡± Roland said with a nod, ¡°Or the construction team, the First Army or the laboratory. Anywhere that needs people.¡± ¡°But the Administrative Office probably isn¡¯t financially capable of supporting these people.¡± Barov said hesitantly, ¡°The main revenue of the Administrative Office comes from the sale of Chaos Drinks, perfumes and steam engines. You know that the Joint Chamber of Commerce pays us the bill for the steam engines every three to six months. However, we have to pay subjects their salaries every month, which was around 80,000 gold royals in total. There¡¯s no need to worry about any financial problems at the moment because we earn much more than we pay out. However, if the number of the subjects doubles, I¡¯m afraid¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯re worried that if the payment is delayed for a few months, the municipality won¡¯t be able to pay their people, right?¡± Roland asked with some interest, his eyebrows raised. He was very pleased that Barov, the former assistant to the Treasurer, quickly foresaw a potential financial crisis. ¡°Exactly,¡± Barov said as he wrote frantically on his notebook. ¡°As salaries increase annually, the expenses on payroll will only grow higher every year. However, the annual production of Chaos Drinks won¡¯t change much, and with the residents in the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart swarming into Neverwinter, they¡¯ll no longer need to purchase products from here. I¡¯m afraid that the treasury of the Administrative Office will soon be exhausted when our revenue rapidly decreases. I made a rough estimate here. If we take in more than 100,000 people each year, our financial risk will increase by 30%, unless you could find some other sources of revenue¡­¡± Nightingale¡¯s eyes instantly glistened. She whispered to Roland, ¡°There¡¯s an unexploited gold mine within the domain of our family.¡± Roland replied in amusement, ¡°I¡¯m not that desperate yet.¡± ¡°Who cares? Use it if you like.¡± ¡°Well¡­ don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll use it when it¡¯s absolutely necessary, but not now,¡± Roland whispered back, then turned to Barov and said, ¡°I¡¯ve thought of that, and I find you a solution that could solve all the problems you¡¯re worried about.¡± ¡°An ultimate solution?¡± Barov said, a little taken aback. ¡°Correct. I see that the cause of these problems is insufficient funds. If we could generate indefinite revenues, there won¡¯t be any problems.¡± Printing notes would be the fastest way to get rich. When the industrialization of a city reached a certain point, the current monetary system that was heavily based on precious metal currency would inevitably cease to work. Due to the rapid development of technologies, eventually commodities whose values were much more than precious metal itself would emerge. When customers could no longer provide enough precious metal currencies to pay for the values of those commodities, the monetary system would automatically collapse. However, credit currency did not have such a problem. Roland had conducted a pilot project before by distributing the witches nominal notes. He noticed these notes were extremely hard to counterfeit because they were printed in Darkcloud¡¯s ink, pressed with Anna¡¯s moulds and attached with an anti-forgery mark made out of the rubber worm¡¯s slime. Otherwise, the witches would have forged notes on their own to snap up the Chaos Drinks in the castle convenience store. Further, Neverwinter now had the capability to distribute credit currency. Roland had planned to discuss the details about the currency format, currency value, and rules pertaining to currency exchange with Barov after he drafted a basic guideline. However, since Barov had raised this question, he would not mind slipping some information. While Roland was explaining the principle of credit currency to a group of bemused, flabberghasted ministers, the door of the conference hall was flung open and Phyllis burst in. ¡°Your Majesty, we made a new discovery. Pasha wishes you and your party to come down to the underground hall immediately.¡± ¡°That urgent?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Phyllis confirmed while knitting her brows. ¡°We¡¯ve already deciphered the Magic Slayer¡­ no, the demon lord, Ursrook¡¯s letter!¡± Chapter 1175 - Ursrooks Letter 1175 Ursrook¡¯s Letter Translator:Transn | Editor: Meh In the central hall of the Third Border City. Roland heard a hysterical shriek as he led his ministers off the underground corridor to the hall. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Wendy asked in surprise. ¡°Kabradhabi¡¯s wailing,¡± Phyllis, who led the way, replied. ¡°He broke down after hearing Ursrook¡¯s defeat. Not only did he lose his composure but he also made several attempts to commit suicide as well. It took us a while to sedate it.¡± ¡°I suddenly feel that it might be a better idea to let it live,¡± Tilly rejoined coldly. ¡°He must live,¡± Phyllis said while nodding vigorously. ¡°The encrypted letter written by Ursrook provides us an excellent opportunity to get a more profound understanding of our enemy. We could probably even know how they mastered our language, which is something the Union yearned but failed to do.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t believe that Kabradhabi would agree to cooperate,¡± Nightingale remarked. ¡°No, it didn¡¯t. It¡¯s a little complicated to explain the whole thing. You¡¯ll see when you meet it.¡± Roland and his party came to a halt before an interrogation stand, where the Senior Demon, who took the form of a God¡¯s Punishment Warrior, was tethered to a metal post, with a tube inserted into its abdomen. Its eyelids were forced open, before which was a sheet of paper with foreign characters on it. ¡°So, this is the encrypted letter reconstructed by Summer?¡± Wendy asked. ¡°Yes. Maggie spotted it in midair, otherwise we would have probably missed it,¡± answered Agatha, who looked a little pale and weary. There were dark signs of sleeplessness beneath her eyes. After the war ended, Roland immediately sent the Neverwinter Detective Group to the front to help the army collect information that was typically hard to obtain by ordinary means. Roland believed that the letter, which accidentally slipped out, would be more reliable than the information the demons deliberately divulged to humans. Considering that Summer¡¯s magic power was limited, initially they had just planned to reconstruct the battle between the ambush unit and the demons, and how the Magic Slayer had deceived Sylvie and set up his counter ambush. But in reality, Roland saw more than he had expected. He did not expect to see Ursrook, perched on the giant skeleton, write this letter in the golden rays of sunset. Summer had faithfully reconstructed this particular scene. ¡°Aaaaaargh!¡± Kabradhabi howled while wriggling, making a desperate attempt to avert its eyes. Agatha nodded at Breeze who stamped her foot, and the Senior Demon instantly fell silent. ¡°I see. You¡¯re asking Breeze to manipulate it into reading the encrypted letter,¡± Nightingale commented with a look of dawning comprehension. ¡°And then we¡¯ll ask Ms. Camilla to channel it to see how it¡¯ll react to the letter,¡± Celine added. ¡°Although it tried to fake its reaction, we could still distinguish real, spontaneous reactions from fake ones by constantly changing the content of the letter. We actually got this idea from Your Majesty.¡± ¡°From me?¡± Roland asked in bewilderment. ¡°In the intermediate biology textbook, you mentioned that a dog will saliviate when being presented with food. This type of unconditioned response applies to all creatures, including demons.¡± ¡°We thus pieced the information in its head together and deciphered the content of the letter using a similar approach. Thanks to Ms. Camilla¡¯s assistance, we were able to obtain the intelligence rather quickly.¡± With these words, Celine waved her main tentacle at Camilla in gratitude. ¡°I¡¯m just hoping¡­ hoping that I could help Lady Tilly,¡± Camilla said while biting her lip, a little embarrassed. That was the beauty of witches¡¯ abilities. Although every witch had her own limitation, each of them was irreplaceable. Some ability was so rare that it might take more than several hundred years to see a witch awaken with such an ability. Perhaps there had been witches with abilities similar to Camilla Dary¡¯s during the past two Battles of Divine Will, but unfortunately, they had not managed to survive the day when human beings captured a real Senior Demon. That was probably why Ursrook had been so keen on the elimination of the witches. However, were Ashes, Sylvies and the other witches really more important for the demons than Taquila? The demons, after all, needed God¡¯s Stones to erect the Obelisk. Once they seized Taquila, the Red Mist would pervade the Impassable Mountain Range. By that time, demonic beasts would be able to easily climb over the mountains and invaded the interior of the Four Kingdoms. It would then be almost impossible for human beings to drive the demons out of the Fertile Plains. Both the General Staff and the ancient witches had believed that Taquila was the demons¡¯ top priority. Why was the reality so different from their prediction. Perhaps, the letter would give them some clues. ¡°So, tell me about the content of the letter you have deciphered,¡± said Roland slowly. ¡­ As all the sentences had been broken down into short phrases for interpretation, some of the paragraphs did not sound very articulate. Nevertheless, they could still roughly make out what the letter said. As Celine slowly transmitted pieces of information, Roland suddenly had a strange feeling that Celine was whispering to him. ¡°Dear Sky Lord, the final settlement is around the corner. I¡¯m well prepared, not only for the battle but also for myself.¡± ¡°In the past one month, I heard¡­ the summon numerous times. It is such a strong sign that I¡¯m confident that I¡¯ll upgrade in this upcoming battle¡­¡± ¡°I know my action will subject you to critism, but I don¡¯t think it¡¯ll affect your plan for the Western Front.¡± ¡°If I succeed, our enemy will lose their only means of¡­ and we¡¯ll, once again, be able to control the pace of the battle.¡± ¡°¡­ Send troops ten times what we have now, and human beings won¡¯t stand a chance¡­¡± ¡°Nevertheless, I cannot guarantee our victory at this moment. If I fail¡­¡± ¡°Please treat humans as equal and annihilate them with all our strength. If necessary, we might even have to abandon the Fathomless Abyss.¡± ¡°¡­ As long as we could obtain their legacy shard, there will still be a ray of hope to crush the Sky-sea Realm.¡± ¡°Finally, please send my regards to the king and the Nightmare Lord.¡± Roland felt his back was covered with a sheen of cold sweat after he read Ursrook¡¯s letter. He now understood why Phyllis looked so anxious. Ursrook had definitely failed his mission. He had not only failed to annihilate the ambush unit but also got himself killed in the end. This meant that the demons would probably adopt the second proposal on the letter. Although there were missing words here and there, Roland could still tell that Ursrook had been advising his kind to abandon their battle against the Sky-sea Realm and put all their efforts into the eradication of the human race. What the hell? A leaden feeling suddenly stole through Roland. This was probably the worst news he had ever received since the war. ¡°We probably have to put aside the development plan for the Fertile Plains now,¡± Wendy muttered. ¡°If the demons dedicate themselves to killing us, it¡¯ll be too dangerous to build the residential area outside the defensive line.¡± ¡°But what about the Red Mist?¡± ¡°The Demons could establish the Obelisk in Starfall City.¡± ¡°But then the Red Mist won¡¯t be able to permeate the entire Fertile Plains, and we could still have another 400 years of peace before the next Battle of Divine Will. It won¡¯t be very different than what we proposed earlier, right?¡± ¡°The difference is that the demons will go to all lengths to exterminate our kind.¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Edith interrupted the heated discussion. ¡°There¡¯s something wrong with this letter.¡± Chapter 1176 - A [Flaw] Chapter 1176: A [Flaw] Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland cast Edith a surprised glance. After the miserable failure of the ambush tactic, some governmental officials criticized the judgement of the General Staff, and the Chief of General Staff, Edith Kant, naturally became the target of these unkind attacks. In addition to the Administrative Office, the Sleeping Spell also raised objections. Tilly waved these skeptical voices into silence immediately and thereby reduced the impact of this temporary outbreak of resentment to the minimum. Edith had also requested for disciplinary action when she had come back from the front. However, Roland had declined her request and hushed up the whole thing. Because he knew this was not Edith¡¯s fault. On the contrary to a defeat, the ¡°Torch¡± campaign was indeed a great success. They had slaughtered nearly 20,000 demons at the cost of only 500 casualties and recovered the Taquila Holy City lost to the demons hundreds of years ago. Undoubtedly this was a major victory. Everybody knew how much the General Staff had done for the war. In fact, Roland had discussed this matter with Tilly, Agatha and Alethea in private, and all of them believed the misjudgement was largely attributed to the unexpected behavior of the enemy. Even the Three Chiefs back in the Union would not have been able to predict that the demons would let the opportunity to take over the entire continent slip just because of a few witches. Nevertheless, it was undeniable that Edith had indeed lost to Ursrook. Roland anticipated that she would succumb, for once, to despondence because of the scathing criticism, but to his great consternation, Edith remained poised and confident as ever, and again, blurted out a completely different view. ¡°¡­ What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°First is the last two sentences,¡± Edith said while pacing up and down, her head hanging. ¡°If he succeeds, the demons should increase their forces tenfold. Doesn¡¯t it sound strange? If the demons¡¯ ultimate goal was to wipe out the human race, then they should have taken Taquila more seriously. I understand that they¡¯re now struggling to deal with their enemy in the Sky-sea Realm, but they shouldn¡¯t have given up on Taquila completely either, for the letter suggests they should come back and eliminate us.¡± Momentarily stunned, Wendy asked, ¡°It does sound strange. Why didn¡¯t they do that in the first place?¡± ¡°Because of the Red Mist?¡± Nightingale said tentatively while propping her chin on her hand. ¡°The demons aren¡¯t likely to send all their forces, but they could have increased the troops by ten times as long as they sent more transportation units. Plus, they have weapons like giant skeletons,¡± Agatha said, frowning. ¡°It took us over half a year to build the ten railway stations, so the demons should have had enough time to make a choice.¡± ¡°The General Staff made the operation plan based on the information from this guy, Kabradhabi¡¯s testimony. According to Kabradhabi, the demons are having a battle of life and death against the enemy in the Sky-sea Realm,¡± Edith said while glaring at the Senior Demon who glowered from the interrogation stand. ¡°However, this letter is suggesting that even if they lose the battle, the demons would still survive and possibly even have a chance to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. So, why didn¡¯t the demons send reinforcements to Taquila instead? It doesn¡¯t make sense. Their operation intention contradicts their action.¡± Everyone lapsed into thoughts. ¡°Also, this one, ¡®I know my action will subject you to criticism, but I don¡¯t think it¡¯ll affect your plan for the Western Front¡¯,¡± Edith read meditatively. ¡°There seems to be nothing wrong with this statement at the first glance, but it doesn¡¯t bear close examination. He went to pursue the witches and did lose Taquila. Will it really not impact their entire plan?¡± ¡°Perhaps, Ursrook was trying to hoodwink his superior?¡± Roland said thoughtfully. ¡°Nobles usually tend to do that¡­¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please view him as the most difficult enemy we¡¯ve ever come across!¡± Edith said tersely. ¡°Just treat him as another version of me who works for the demons. Do you think I¡¯ll do things like that?¡± Looking at her clenched fists, Roland suddenly came to the realization that Edith was not as unflappable as she appeared. She was not completely immune to the skeptical remarks behind her back either but simply had chosen not to listen to them. Deep down inside, she did not want to lose to Ursrook. ¡°Alright. Since he¡¯s serious, it means that Taquila has become their second choice¡­ I would be inclined to believing that the demons have found a way to attack the Four Kingdoms without erecting the Obelisk or the Red Mist.¡± ¡°We discussed this at the early stage of the ¡®Torch¡¯ project,¡± Agatha sighed. ¡°I still think it¡¯s impossible. Otherwise, why did they still have to save Taquila? If the demons were not relying on the Red Mist anymore, they should have infiltrated our land by now.¡± ¡°Er¡­ why are you all arguing about the impact?¡± While everyone was puzzled about the demons¡¯ unusual behavior, Nightingale asked in confusion, ¡°Doesn¡¯t that ¡®Western Front¡¯ sound awkward to you? The demons are on our opposite side, so the area to the west of Neverwinter should be the east for them. Don¡¯t you think so?¡± ¡°We talk about positions always in relation to our own location. Plus, the world isn¡¯t flat,¡± Celine explained good-naturedly. ¡°The demons are coming from another continent. If Ursrook views the continent they are living on as the center of the world, then not only Taquila but the Four Kingdoms are also to the west of the Land of Dawn.¡± ¡°I see¡­ So, the west he¡¯s talking about isn¡¯t the same west we normally refer to, right?¡± ¡°Hang on. What did you say?¡± Edith asked as she looked up suddenly. ¡°Their west¡­ isn¡¯t the same as our west,¡± Nightingale answered hesitantly. Edith¡¯s eyes sparkled. She hurried to a long desk littered with different maps, unrolled every scroll while casting it a fleeting glance before she put it aside, and then finally rested her eyes on a very crude map. Roland studied the map for a while until he realized that it was a map of the Kingdom of Everwinter. She pointed at the blank area to the north of the Snow Ridge, which was the most northern part of the Kingdom of Everwinter, and asked Celine, ¡°What¡¯s that there?¡± ¡°Mountains, endless mountains that stretch away for thousands of miles between the south and the north that almost encircle one side of the Land of Dawn. We call them the ridge of the continent.¡± ¡°Did the Union explore that area by any chance?¡± ¡°Of course. The Quest Society drafted a full map of the entire Land of Dawn, naturally including the ridge of the continent.¡± ¡°Just a map?¡± Edith asked earnestly. ¡°No other more detailed records?¡± ¡°What are you trying to say?¡± Agatha asked in surprise. ¡°It wasn¡¯t easy to draft a map because there are just so many mountains there, and they are huge. The Impassable Mountain Range is just at the very end of the whole mountain range, and its widest part could house the entire castle. The mountains are treacherous and covered in snow all the year round. Even if we marked every single mountain, how could that possibly help us?¡± ¡°I believe we overlooked an important fact here. The plan for the Western Front that the Sky Lord is talking about here probably doesn¡¯t refer to Taquila at all but the plan to attack the entire human population. Taquila is just one of their options!¡± Edith said while running her finger along the Impassable Mountain Range. ¡°The demons¡¯ ultimate goal is to let the Red Mist cross over this mountain ridge. As long as they could approach the Four Kingdoms, it doesn¡¯t matter which city they choose to enter from. They simply need to erect the Obelisk!¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± Agatha¡¯s manner tightened abruptly. ¡°Is there a possibility that there are unknown God¡¯s Stone mines around the ridge of continent?¡± Edith asked gravely. Chapter 1177 - Before the Storm Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Well¡­¡± The ancient witches exchanged looks, bemused and lost. At long last, Pasha broke the silence. ¡°Yes, there might be.¡± ¡°Can I ask a question? How did you find God¡¯s Stone mines in the past?¡± Roland asked. ¡°I can¡¯t remember the method used 1,000 years ago, but I believe it was by pure coincidence,¡± Celine replied. ¡°After the establishment of the Union and the Quest Society, looking for God¡¯s Stone mines became our main job.¡± Roland thought of the map that marked Taquila, the Misty Forest and the North Slope Mine, through which Lightning had located Agatha and thereby uncovered the old history that had once been shrouded in secrecy. ¡°As God¡¯s Stones can block power, we started to search for them based on this feature. Witches like Sylvie, Nightingale, Lightning and Isabella could all become researchers 600 or 700 years ago. In peacetime, there were nearly 100 witches in the search team. We found six mines in total, three of which were suitable to build a large city around.¡± Celine went on, ¡°Later, we discovered the technologies of the underground civilization and started using the magic core to conduct the search. Once the core generates power, the sensor could cover an area with a radius of 100 kilometers. It actually helped us find the southern end of the Misty Forest and Hermes Plateau. Unfortunately, by the time we found them, the Bloody Moon had appeared, and the demons destroyed everything.¡± ¡°In other words, there was no point in the Union searching the mountain ridge,¡± Roland said slowly. ¡°It¡¯s inaccessible for common people, and even witches would find it hard to get there. So, it should be very inconvenient for the demons to build an Obelisk there.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Edith said as she gave a nod of approval. ¡°It isn¡¯t likely that they¡¯ll send all their forces, but this area is large enough to replace Taquila as their stronghold to exterminate humans. Besides, the number of the troops they could send to the mountains also depends on their preparation time. If the ¡®Western Front Plan Ursrook referred to included many contingency plans¡­¡± ¡°The demons would have been preparing for this operation for over half a year,¡± Iron Axe supplied the answer heavily. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°I see,¡± Roland said as he threw his eyes over the others. Whether or not Edith¡¯s deduction was correct, he had to confirm this intelligence first. After all, it concerned the other three kingdoms as well as the future of the human race in the next hundred years. If the demons did plan to invade men¡¯s territories via the mountain ridge as speculated, it would be a total disaster if Neverwinter continued to direct all the resources to the development of the Fertile Plains. Roland straightened up and said solemnly, ¡°Now, hear my orders!¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± shouted the witches and officials together. ¡°Wendy, bring Lightning and Maggie back to Neverwinter immediately.¡± ¡°Got it. I¡¯ll go right away.¡± ¡°Iron Axe, implement the migration policy as soon as possible. I don¡¯t mind resorting to force.¡± ¡°As you command!¡± ¡°Finally, I need the Taquila witches to provide another magic core,¡± Roland said as he turned to Pasha. ¡°Considering air reconnaissance alone may miss something, I need your assistance to make sure that we discover everything.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± As the crowd was dispersed, Celine stopped Roland. ¡°I want to show you something, Your Majesty.¡± Roland thus followed Celine into the underground laboratory. To his surprise, he saw four yellowish brown stones almost identical to the Magic Ceremony Cube on the desk. ¡°You¡¯ve already created four replicates?¡± Roland went up to the workstation in earnest and fiddled one of the stones. Compared to the real Magic Cube, the replicate looked sharper, newer, with clearer patterns on it. ¡°Yes, but they functioned a little differently. I reckon it has something to do with their raw materials. Perhaps, the radiation race put something else in it when they made the Cube. Nevertheless, I tested them on chickens already and confirmed those tiny differences don¡¯t affect its use.¡± ¡°That¡¯s even better,¡± Roland said while he lamented the poor chickens within himself. ¡°We need its power to last longer. I don¡¯t care about its lethality to be honest. Keep up the good work.¡± ¡°No problem. Do you still need these prototypes?¡± ¡°Of course. You discovered a new energy source!¡± Roland praised ardently. ¡°You can¡¯t imagine how important your research actually is. You made such a great contribution to the development of the human race that you¡¯ve certainly carved a glorious place in human history!¡± The next step was to design a device to convert the thermal energy released by the Magic Cube into kinetic energy. If this attempt was successful, there would soon be another industrial revolution in Neverwinter! At these thoughts, Roland contemplated Celine¡¯s blob-like body with mournful presentiment and said, ¡°You should be receiving a Special Award for Services to Neverwinter and congratulated by the public on the stage on the central square¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s nothing, Your Majesty. I knew this kind of honor wouldn¡¯t be available to me when I decided to transfer my soul,¡± Celine said smilingly. ¡°I¡¯m just doing my job. Plus, you¡¯ve already fulfilled my dream in the Dream World.¡± ¡­ Roland¡¯s orders were immediately spread throughout the entire kingdom. Every day, a dozen birds rose into the air from the top of the castle and brought encrypted messages to the northeast. Every port and every fleet were making their contributions to this great relocation. The First Army departed for the Port of Clearwater, Seawindshire, and other port cities on paddle steamers. From there, they took another ship before heading to the north. Although the details of the operation plan had not been disclosed to soldiers and the soldiers had no idea what exactly their mission was, they immediately assembled and commenced their journey to another country without the slightest hesitation after receiving the order. In the City of Glow, the Kingdom of Dawn. After Horford Quinn received Hill Fawkes¡¯ letter, he summoned his son at once and said to him, ¡°Go to the Beach Bay and Dragon Castle to let the local lords know that they should prioritize the ships from Graycastle over all other ships. Make sure they leave a docking area specifically for Graycastle. The royal family will bear all the necessary expenses!¡± ¡°Father, are you sure?¡± Hawn asked, frowning. ¡°That¡¯ll cost a large sum of money and will also affect the businesses of other merchant vessels¡­¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Horford interposed irritably. ¡°Just do what I said!¡± Hawn bit his lip, his head bowed, and conceded, ¡°Yes, father.¡± He turned around again and said reluctantly, ¡°At least you should tell me what Graycastle is up to.¡± But Horford remained silent. He heaved a deep sigh after Hawn withdrew and closed the door. Horford walked up to the window and gazed upon his neighbor, muttering, ¡°Everything¡¯s going to¡­ change now.¡± In the meantime, in an underground limestone cave in the suburb of the City of Glow. Banach Lothar settled himself into his wheelchair while studying the 200 ¡°Unspeakable¡± who stood erect next to him and his 20 masked managers coldly. For years, he had relied on these followers to operate ¡°Black Money¡±. ¡°You made a lot of investments in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter in the past few years. Now it¡¯s time to reap your profits.¡± After gazing at his followers for quite a while, Banach croaked, ¡°I¡¯ve received information from a reliable source that Graycastle¡¯s troops will soon enter the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. No matter what they¡¯re doing, your mission is to provide as much assistance as you can, including money, food and intelligence. ¡®Black Money¡¯ shall do its best to meet their needs. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± ¡°Very well. Off you go.¡± Everyone immediately obeyed and trooped out of the underground hall. Banach produced an empty vial from his inner pocket. This had been the fifth vial of liquid medicine since the Oracle had killed Appen Moya. One more vial¡­ He just needed one more vial to reach immortality! Banach¡¯s hand trembled as he held up the little bottle. ¡°Rest assured, Oracle. I¡¯ll not let you down.¡± Chapter 1178 - Being a Grown-up Chapter 1178: Being a Grown-up Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Two days after the issuance of the order before the actual implementation of the migration policy, Lightning and Maggie returned to Neverwiner. Roland was a little shocked at the changes in the two little girls as they came into the office. Maggie had not changed much except she was a little fuller than half a year ago, making her now terribly resemble a goose instead of a pigeon. He was, as a matter of fact, surprised at Lightning. Her hair was a lot longer, which cascaded down to her shoulders, a little unkempt as a result of a long-haul flight. Her face was dirty. Several ugly pouches sprouted from her patched flight suit near her legs, chest and shoulders, which Roland highly suspected they were the work of her own. Although Lightning was disheveled and windswept, she looked more like a true explorer now. The biggest change, however, lay in her eyes and the expression she was wearing. Roland suddenly realized she was no longer that little girl he used to know. ¡°Your Majesty, did you request to see me?¡± Lightning said as she swept a bow. For a second, Roland did not know what to say. Finally, he told her about Ursrook¡¯s letter and Edith¡¯s deduction from it. ¡°If the demons do plan to do what the letter suggests, the consequence will be disastrous. Therefore, I want you guys to fly to the Kingdom of Everwinter and explore the untraversed mountain range in the north. Demons can¡¯t survive without the Red Mist. If they wanted to enter the mountainous area, they should have left some traces there.¡± ¡°That¡¯s unbelievable¡­¡± Lightning remarked, her brows contracted. ¡°It¡¯s very fortunate that Maggie found his letter, but Your Majesty, what if the demons operate underground? You must understand that what I could do is limited. It¡¯s really hard for me to spot deliberately hidden objects from above.¡± ¡°That¡¯ll be the worst scenario,¡± said Roland. ¡°The God¡¯s Punishment Witches will bring a magic core and take off at the Shallow Beach to join you. If you can¡¯t find the demons, they¡¯ll resort to the magic core to conduct a final search.¡± Judging from the result of the ¡°Torch¡± project, Roland noticed that the demons were not as good at excavation as human beings who possessed the devouring worms. However, as the demons had, at one time, occupied half of the Land of Dawn, they were definitely more proficient in magic. As such, it was unlikely that the demons would have no knowledge of the relic of the underground civilization when even the Union had made some discoveries of the carriers during their exploration of the ruin. On the contrary, there was a big chance that there were other carriers around the ridge of the continent. ¡°I see. I¡¯ll do my best,¡± Lighting replied with a nod. ¡°But it¡¯ll take you at least a month to get to the north of the Kingdom of Everwinter from the south of Graycastle, so you may not be able to receive support in a timely fashion. Also, the residents there, as I fear, may still remain hostile against witches. It may not even be safe in a city, so you have to be careful.¡± ¡°Explorers are particularly good at surviving in the wild, Your Majesty,¡± Lightning returned quickly. ¡°I could live in the wilderness for a year, not to mention just one month.¡± ¡°Coo, coo!¡± Maggie rejoined as she flapped her wings in approval. ¡°Sorry,¡± Roland sighed. ¡°You just came back, and you have to take another expedition again¡­¡± ¡°Your Majesty, don¡¯t feel sorry for us¡­¡± Lightning said while averting her eyes, her voice lower. ¡°Compared to those who sacrificed themselves for the victory, compared to Ashes¡­ this is nothing.¡± She soon recollected herself and continued, ¡°Since this is a new expedition, then as usual, could you¡­¡± For a moment, Roland did not grasp what Lightning meant. Then he came to the realization just in time. ¡°Of course, yes,¡± he said as he stood up and walked around the desk. Lightning raised her hand but retracted her arms abruptly as she caught sight of her blotchy sleeves. ¡°Oh, no, that¡¯s OK¡­ I forgot to get changed. I smell bad. That¡¯s fine ¡ª ¡± Her words, however, were drowned in Roland¡¯s crushing hug. ¡°You did a great job. I¡¯ll ask the tailor to make you more flight suits so that you could wear them by turns.¡± Lightning instantly fell silent. At long last, she stifled her sniff and replied a ¡°yes¡±. ¡°And me, coo,¡± Maggie rejoined as she craned her neck. ¡°You did a good job too,¡± Roland said as he stroked her smooth feathers. Nightingale also walked up to them and gave both a hug. ¡°Please stay safe.¡± ¡°We will.¡± After Lightning and Maggie withdrew, Nightingale remarked, ¡°Lightning would have never said ¡®what I could do is limited¡¯ before.¡± Roland nodded vigorously. The old Lightning he knew would have definitely promised everything before even hearing the full account. Leaf had told Roland that after Ashes had died together with Ursrook, Lightning had cried her eyes out and sunk into a state of despondency for several days. However, now he could not see the faintest trace of distress in her. Roland could tell that Lightning had still not got over with Ashes¡¯ death, but she no longer wallowed in sorrow. Instead, she became more determined to fight against demons after this unfortunate loss. ¡°She¡¯s grown up,¡± Roland commented. ¡­ Roland wished the migration campaign to start as early as possible; nevertheless, it took months to travel from Graycastle to the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter. Due to the extra long commute, it was impossible for the Administrative Office and the First Army to increase the population of Neverwiner in a short period of time. Insufficient manpower, therefore, hindered the further expansion of industrial projects he had conceived a long time ago. As the threat of the demons was still hung above his head like a naked sword suspended by a single hair, Roland was stressed out. Fortunately, the success of the replication of the Magic Ceremony Cube offered him some consolation. He stayed at Anna¡¯s laboratory at the North Slope all day to see whether he could develop a new energy source with the cube replicates. After Lightning, Maggie and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches departed from Neverwinter on the ¡°Roland¡± with the magic core, Roland invested more time in his research. The magic steam engine would definitely benefit every industrial project in a more profound manner than any other inventions. Celine also volunteered to help with the research. As the laboratory was located in a relatively remote area and was also heavily guarded, nobody was likely to bump in by accident. Roland was very impressed with Celine¡¯s assembling ability. Her dexterous auxiliary tentacles could install flywheels and pistons effortlessly, which really made Anna¡¯s life a lot easier. Thus, the scene where a man, a woman and a tentacled monster worked together on a machine became the norm at the North Slope. It wasn¡¯t long before a peculiar prototype materialized in the laboratory. Chapter 1179 - Tri-tank Magic Power Unit Chapter 1179: Tri-tank Magic Power Unit Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Anna studied the prototype up and down before she expressed her thought on the machine. ¡°It¡¯s pretty¡­ small.¡± ¡°But it looks nice,¡± Celine said meditatively. ¡°I like those tubes. They¡¯re just like tentacles.¡± Roland smiled. Anna and Celine viewed this new machine from a completely different perspective, and naturally, they reached different conclusions. Nevertheless, both of them pointed out the exact features of the machine. Compared to the first cast-iron steam engine Anna had created, this prototype was much smaller. Needless to say, Anna¡¯s skills had improved a great deal since then, but most importantly, the reduction of size was mainly ascribed to the absence of a boiler. The steam engines currently used in Neverwinter was of its fourth generation. In spite of that, the boiler portion of the machine remained pretty much the same for each generation. The steam engine still required a large combustion chamber and a furnace to operate, no matter what kind of combustible materials were in use ¡ª whether it was charcoal, wood or heavy oil. Now, the boiler was replaced with a rectangular steel box one meter in length, half a meter in width and less than 20 centimeters in height. This box was the core power unit of the whole mechanic system. The cube and water were put in an enclosed container with a high pressure tolerance to power the machine. The system was technologically demanding, so Roland did not think they would have been able to create such an advanced steam engine back in the Border Town even if they had obtained this cube that had once belonged to the radiation race at that time. The steel box, which was the power unit of the machine, was embedded with three magic cubes. Its bottom was plastered with lead to block excess radiation, the top of which was lined with a dozen conduits that passed through a water tank and a condenser around the bottom. The whole ¡°heating-converting-cooling¡± process was conducted in an enclosed system without any contact with the external environment. Theoretically, there would be no need to replace the thermal conductive material as long as the device was functioning properly. Roland could have produced a smaller steam engine. He could have replaced water, the most accessible and affordable thermal conductive material with more efficient one, such as liquid alkali metal, to further reduce the size while maintaining the same power. However, the main purpose of building a prototype was to see if this system worked. Roland did not want to see any leak during the test. If the evaporated alkali metal and water vapor reacted, the entire laboratory would be probably blown away. The thermal energy created by the cube would reach the water tank through the conduits to boil the water in it. After the water was heated up, everything would then be quite similar to ordinary steam engines that they were very familiar with. Celine really liked the condensers on both sides of the machine. To maximize the heat-transfer area, each tube meandered around the box just like tentacles. Compared to cumbersome traditional steam engines, this prototype was small and delicate with its dazzling silver box at the center and reflective copper conduits around it. Even a regular lay man who knew nothing about machinery would be able to tell which steam engine was more advanced. It was almost like artwork. ¡°So¡­ let¡¯s begin?¡± Roland suggested while turning to Celine and Anna. Anna nodded as she rested her hand on the operation rod and said, ¡°Together.¡± Celine placed her main tentacle on both Roland¡¯s and Anna¡¯s hands after a moment of hesitation. ¡°Testing on the prototype of the magic steam engine. Three, two, one, go!¡± As Roland counted to three, the rod was pulled down to the bottom, turning the three magic cubes on. The new steam engine, which marked the dawn of a new age of industrialization, started running for the first time. Yet the laboratory was perfectly silent as though nothing had happened. ¡°Er¡­ did we fail?¡± Celine asked hesitantly as she looked at the motionless machine. ¡°No, it¡¯s still heating,¡± Roland replied confidently. After around two minutes, the central steel box trembled slightly, and the indicator light on one of the tubes emanated a soft yellow glow. The indicator light, which was actually a pressure gage made of the tablet discovered in the cave, showed changes in the air pressure within the tubes. It took a much longer time to transmit the heat. After around another five minutes, vapor finally escaped from the water tank, and the piston started to move. As the temperature in the tubes steadily increased, the flywheels of the steam engine spinned faster and set the water pump of the condensation system in motion. The main purpose of this water pump was to expedite the circulation of the system and send the cooled thermal conductive material back to the central box, which thus completed the whole cycle. ¡°It seems the machine works pretty well,¡± Anna said while heaving a deep sigh smilingly. ¡°The only drawback is that it¡¯s a bit slow at the beginning.¡± ¡°All steam engines have that problem,¡± Roland assented while nodding. It took time to transfer heat. Even the most efficient thermal conductor would be slower than an internal combustion engine that could almost start working immediately. As this new steam engine required at least three water tanks in theory, it would be still a lot larger than an internal combustion engine. Another shortcoming was that the Magic Cube consumed a lot of uranium, which made this prototype almost had no practical value. Nevertheless, every industrial undertaking was time-consuming. Once Celine figured out how to sustain the system, Roland believed this new steam engine would soon benefit the whole society. Its relatively small size made it easier for mass production and also enabled people to attach it to most transportation tools. Meanwhile, the new power source would also save a lot of space for cargos, as fuels were no longer necessary for operation. Half an hour later, the speed of the steam engine reached its height. The whole machine shook dangerously, and the bubbling sound of water vapor gradually dissolved into an angry shrill. Apparently, three magic cubes overloaded the system. Roland thus turned off two magic cubes and finally tranquilized the prototype. The next step was a lengthy reliability test. This test would take approximately a week, which was also a test that would expose many potential problems. It was easy to build the machine and make it work, but it was hard to ensure that it would function properly every time. Watching a puffing and huffing steam engine was boring, but Roland liked to talk with Anna. He felt relaxed and calm as if he and Anna had suddenly traveled back through time to the moment they had first met. Celine left the laboratory quietly, leaving the couple alone. Anna rested her head on Roland¡¯s shoulder. The noises produced by the machine suddenly became muffled and distant. ¡°If this thing works, I¡¯ll then be one step closer to your previous world, right?¡± ¡°Yes, and probably you¡¯ll be much closer than you think. There has not been any technologies like this in that world yet.¡± ¡°Can we also create those four-wheeled vehicles that you once talked about?¡± ¡°Yes, we can. I can design a simple one for you if you like.¡± ¡°Sounds great!¡± Anna said, her face lighting up. ¡°By the way, what will you call this machine?¡± ¡°Does it have to have a name?¡± Roland asked, smiling. ¡°Of course,¡± Anna replied solemnly. ¡°Alright then. Black Technology No. 1 or Magic Cube Power Unit. Which one do you prefer?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not black at all¡­ Oh well, I choose the latter. But how do we distinguish its various models if we use this name?¡± ¡°That¡¯s easy. One Magic Ceremony Cube represents one tank. So, this prototype can be called tri-tank magic power unit. How does that sound?¡± ¡°Sounds a little strange for some reason.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t have to be perfect¡­¡± Their laugh and the roar of the machine mingled together and lingered on in the air like a long murmur of music above the yard. Chapter 1180 - Rose Café Chapter 1180: Rose Caf¨¦ Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The test lasted for several days. Apart from testing on the Magic Power Unit, Roland also found another way to combat stress, which was to take the witches to the Dream World. Nothing would be more relaxing than being surrounded by a group of witches who seemed to always have an insatiable curiosity about everything they saw. In the meantime, Roland was also busy with his coffee shop business. A month and a half later, Rose Caf¨¦ officially greeted its grand opening. To keep a low profile, Roland decided to hold the opening ceremony and start the fireworks display at around 10:00 after breakfast hours. By that time, students and young professionals would have left for school and work, and elders should have gone grocery shopping. It would be the quietest hour of the day in the neighborhood. The two-storey coffee shop was right next to the warehouse, with a rent of $3,500 per month. He knew this number was a little higher than the average rent around this area. However, it was not Roland¡¯s intention to make profits anyway, so he signed the paper without much negotiation with the landlord. His only request was to connect the warehouse and the coffee shop together so that he could more easily manage his inventory. Roland also promised to rebuild the wall before he surrendered the tenancy. As Roland agreed to pay a full-year rent in advance, the landlord immediately gave his consent. Nevertheless, this was not the real reason Roland conducted his business in this way. He was not planning to become an entrepreneur by any means, and the Taquila witches were obviously not interested in serving customers either. In fact, the coffee shop was set up solely for their own entertainment rather than attracting businesses. If truth be told, Roland rather hoped that nobody would visit his store. To attain his end, Roland specially put up a sign outside the shop, listing the prices of all the drinks offered in the cafe. All of them were ridiculously expensive, around ten times the normal prices. For example, he put a regular latte £¤260 and £¤300 for a small caramel macchiato. It should be noted that the soy milk next door only cost £¤1.5. Roland did not think that any sensible person would choose to order here. If someone knowingly visited the shop regardless of the daunting prices, then he must be the person who had left the note in the book. But Roland was not quite sure whether this ¡°Rose Cafe¡± was the same one the messenger was looking for. ¡°Your Majesty, is that OK now?¡± Phyllis asked as she put down the ribbon. ¡°Yes, once the ribbon is cut, Rose Caf¨¦ is officially open,¡± Roland replied while nodding. ¡°Let¡¯s have a celebration.¡± There was a bar and a few round tables in the coffee shop, each table decorated with a lit candle and a bouquet of roses. Soft music murmured quietly. However, when Phyllis and Roland went upstairs, the romantic atmosphere downstairs instantly gave way to raucous noises that typically existed in a restaurant. Roland had bought a complete set of cooking utensils and a barbeque rack for the ancient witches. As KFC and the McDonald¡¯s could no longer satisfy the witches¡¯ unquenchable hunger for food that had not been fulfilled for hundreds of years, they started to cook themselves. The experience at that buffet enlightened them as to the science behind cuisines, so they became extremely excited to try out on their own. It took them a while to learn how to use stoves and microwaves. However, they soon got the hang of cooking and started to follow the steps on recipes. Many of them, for example, Phyllis, were surprisingly talented. The food they made was indeed very professional. They not only had excellent cutting skills but seemed to just know the secret of brewing and simmering as well. ¡°Your Majesty, I just learned how to make braised eels. Would you like to try it?¡± ¡°This is roasted pork loin I just made!¡± ¡°Your Majesty, could you help me find some recipes for cold dishes?¡± From their exhilarated looks, Roland judged the witches enjoyed cooking as much as they watched a movie or took a tour. Roland felt a little sorry that they could not live in this world forever. After Elena died, Roland had made several attempts to look for her in his dream but to no avail. Nothing had changed in either the warehouse or the apartment. This meant that they would eventually leave him one day. Death, whether a natural death or being killed in action, would transform everything into a thin thread of memory. Probably that was why the witches treasured every single trip to the Dream World. Perhaps, he should sleep more at night, just to let them stay here a little longer if not for himself. Ding. Just at that moment, the bell downstairs rang. The witches instantly fell silent. ¡°Your Majesty, there¡¯s a customer coming,¡± Phyllis reminded Roland. Roland did not expect to see the messenger come that fast right after his opening. He cast a glance at everyone and said in a hushed voice, ¡°Do what I planned.¡± With these words, Roland and Phyllis went downstairs. Among all the ancient witches, only Phyllis, who had once disguised as a maid in ¡°Black Money¡±, had customer service experience. ¡°Not a single person at the bar. Are you really planning to provide job opportunities to your relatives?¡± The customer who stepped into the store gazed at Roland suspiciously, her arms folded and her brows knitted. Her eyes lingered on Roland¡¯s cheeks and collar for a few seconds. This customer was Garcia. Roland was hugely relieved. Garcia knew about his business and she had actually helped him a lot with the moving. He beckoned Phyllis to bring two coffees and then gestured Garcia to sit down. ¡°Of course. I always want them to get out of their village.¡± ¡°Hang on, I¡¯m not going to ¡ª ¡± ¡°My treat. It¡¯s free.¡± Garcia took a seat and said, ¡°Anyway, the prices you list out there are just highly unrealistic. It really makes people doubt your true intention to open this store.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wrong,¡± Roland said truthfully. ¡°The most important thing for them now is adapting to the new environment. They just moved here from the countryside. If tons of customers swarm in at a time, do you think they¡¯ll feel at ease? They¡¯ll probably freak out. I don¡¯t care about profits but more about them getting used to the city life. That¡¯s the reason I opened this Rose Caf¨¦.¡± ¡°R-really?¡± Garcia asked skeptically. ¡°Of course. Also, I have to thank you for the invitation card last time. It helped me a lot,¡± Roland steered away the subject. ¡°So, all settled?¡± ¡°Not only did he fix their status but he also sent them to school. It¡¯s the same school as Zero, but they¡¯re in high school,¡± Roland explained smilingly. ¡°The three girls wanted to thank you for your help.¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad to hear that¡­¡± Garcia said, her expression softened. ¡°They don¡¯t have to thank me. You did all the work. After all, I didn¡¯t come forward to confront my father and media.¡± Roland shook his head and said, ¡°You did all that you could.¡± There was a mute interval. ¡°Coffee. Enjoy,¡± Phyllis broke the silence. Garcia came out of her reveries and picked up the cup. After a moment of hesitation, she said, ¡°I need to tell you something.¡± ¡°Regarding the Martialist Association?¡± Roland asked. He knew Garcia must have some important business to share. Garcia nodded and said, ¡°Yes, there¡¯s a task, and the Association wants you to deal with it.¡± ¡°I hope it¡¯s not a show or anything like that. I¡¯ve heard the Martial Arts Contest this year is drawing close.¡± ¡°No¡­ it¡¯s a joint mission to annihilate Fallen Evils,¡± Garcia corrected him gravely. Chapter 1181 - The Best Team Combination Chapter 1181: The Best Team Combination Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland twitched his lips. The term ¡°annihilation¡± seemed a little barbarous for a society governed by law. Roland commented airily, ¡°Sounds like something extraordinary.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t as complicated as you think,¡± Garcia retorted as if having seen through Roland¡¯s mind. ¡°There are precedents. Normally, the Association intends to gain more information about Fallen Evils through this kind of mission and kill them all at one shot. It¡¯ll actually be much safer to have some preparation in advance than fighting an unexpected Fallen Evil alone.¡± ¡°Have you participated in any joint missions before?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Garcia faltered. ¡°I only heard about those missions from my master because I wasn¡¯t qualified to participate in any before. This is my first time.¡± She paused for a second, her eyes fixed on the coffee cup in her hand, and said, ¡°Perhaps you don¡¯t really mind that, but I have to make it clear first. When you got that hunting license, you surpassed me. The Association asked me to inform you because you¡¯re relatively new, so you might not be very familiar with the transition. If you feel it improper, that¡¯s fine. I¡¯ll let the Association know ¡ª ¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s OK,¡± Roland interrupted her. ¡°Since it was you who asked me to join the Association in the first place, naturally you should take on a leadership role, shouldn¡¯t you?¡± Roland had no intention whatsoever to glorify the Martialist Association or become a leader. His main purpose of joining this organization was to simply probe into the mystery around the Erosion and the Force of Nature while at the same time earning some extra incomes. Garcia stared up into Roland¡¯s eyes for quite a while, a little bemused, and then burst into a laugh. ¡°A leadership role ¡ª you¡¯re so strange¡­ I know you don¡¯t want to take the responsibility, so you make it sound like you offer the position to me,¡± Garcia said, apparently looking a lot more relieved. ¡°Yup, I just don¡¯t want to say it out loud,¡± Roland said indifferently with a shrug. ¡°Back to the business. So, anyone else joining us this time? Who¡¯s our target?¡± ¡°To avoid unnecessary information leak, we¡¯ll disclose the plan once everyone has arrived,¡± Garcia said as she gulped down the coffee. ¡°But I¡¯ve heard that some modern martialists will also join in this mission.¡± Roland nodded understandably and asked, ¡°When and where are we going to meet up?¡± ¡°Tomorrow evening, 6:00, in the southern suburb. I¡¯ll text you the details. You could go by yourself or I could give you a ride.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go by myself,¡± Roland said quickly. It would be impossible to take witches with him if he went with Garcia. Garcia replied while twitching her lips, ¡°Up to you.¡± Then she waved at Phyllis and passed her a note. ¡°I¡¯m Roland¡¯s neighbor. I¡¯m just living next door in Room 0827. If you encounter any problems in this city, feel free to contact me. I mean if you¡¯re under duress or coersion, call me at this number. I¡¯m happy to help.¡± Phyllis winked and said, ¡°Th-thank you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome,¡± Garcia said while patting Phyllis on the shoulder with a smile. She waved at Roland at the doorstep and said, ¡°Well, see you tomorrow then.¡± With another silvery clink and clatter, Garcia vanished from behind the door. ¡°She¡¯s nice,¡± Phyllis remarked. ¡°Your Majesty, are you going?¡± ¡°Since the Association appointed me, I don¡¯t think I could turn it down. I guess this is the price I have to pay for the hunting license,¡± Roland said indifferently. ¡°There are other people working with me as well, so it shouldn¡¯t be very dangerous as long as we proceed with caution. It¡¯s actually not too bad to partake in such an event once in a while.¡± With a group of witches around him, Roland could almost guarantee the victory. Killing was also an effective way to alleviate stress. ¡°Then I¡¯ll inform Lady Pasha and bring some combat witches to assist you,¡± Phyllis said on a bow. ¡­ Roland selected four witches to come with him for this mission, who were Phyllis, Faldi, Ling and Dawnen. They could track enemies while at the same time covering up their traces, which was exactly what Roland needed to carry out this mission. The next day, Roland drove his mini van to the designated spot. They were meeting up at a remote but accessible rest area in the suburb, from where they would change vehicles to avoid unwelcome attention. Roland thought the Martialist Association was indeed quite thoughtful. However, when he reached the rest area, he realized that he had been seriously wrong. The parking lot was lined with luxurious cars, attracting a lot of onlookers. A knot of people was congregated there, shrilling in excitement. It was evident that they had spotted some celebrated martialists. ¡°Luo Luo, look over here!¡± ¡°Can I take a photo with you?¡± ¡°Are you coming here to film a commercial?¡± ¡°Is that the runner-up last year, Mr. Youlong?¡± ¡°Wow, he smiled at me! He¡¯s so hot!¡± Roland rolled his eyes, wondering if these guys were really here for the mission. As soon as he parked his car, Garcia came up to him. ¡°Get under your veil.¡± ¡°Got it,¡± Dawnen muttered as she summoned the Veil of Invisibility and threw it over the three witches. Roland got off the vehicle and waved at Garcia. ¡°You¡¯re fast.¡± ¡°You have a hunting license now. Why are you still driving such a¡­ battered vehicle?¡± Garcia asked in confusion. ¡°I understand that you like to keep a low profile, but¡­ this is a little too much. This is shabby.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland said while spreading out his hands. ¡°I actually feel it quite convenient. You can use it for grocery shopping, and it¡¯s large enough to store a large quantity of food. I don¡¯t think other vehicles can do that.¡± Roland left the other reason unsaid, which was that you would never know how many witches you could hide in this van. ¡°Alright then,¡± Garcia said quite resignedly, ¡°if you really don¡¯t mind how people look at you.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care it at all,¡± Roland said while smiling indifferently. ¡°Are those profligates also martialists?¡± ¡°Yes, but don¡¯t say that to anyone else,¡± Garcia said while darting Roland a cold glance. ¡°They joined the Association earlier than you. So, technically, they¡¯re all your seniors.¡± ¡°What about their titles in the Association?¡± ¡°That would be even worse because they know you represent traditional martialists,¡± Garcia sighed. ¡°They won¡¯t miss any opportunity to embarrass you.¡± ¡°I thought martialists were all selfless heroes like you,¡± Roland mumbled. ¡°By the way, you¡¯re also a modern martialist, right? Is that OK to stay so close to me?¡± ¡°Not everyone cares about the conflicts between modern and traditional martialists,¡± Garcia grunted. ¡°Plus, you asked me to take on a leadership role, didn¡¯t you?¡± ¡°I did,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°Then I¡¯ll follow your instructions.¡± ¡°Well, as your senior, let me briefly introduce them to you. You probably saw some of them at my father¡¯s party, so I¡¯ll just go over the three main figures,¡± Garcia said as she raised her eyebrows at several people at the center of the crowd. ¡°Luo Hua, a well-established martialist, with excellent combat techniques. He has a lot of fans and was ranked No. 10 last year, which was the best in this city. He¡¯s only 22 but has already gained a lot of experience. That¡¯s pretty impressive.¡± ¡°Mr. Youlong, not sure about his exact age but possibly between 30 and 35, was one of the representatives of modern martialists. His whole family is dedicated to martial arts, and that¡¯s how he got his nickname. Mr. Youlong is an all-rounder. People say that he¡¯s powerful enough to be a ¡®guard¡¯. He was the runner-up last year, and I¡¯m pretty sure he¡¯s aiming for championship this year. I believe he¡¯ll be the captain for this mission.¡± Garcia broke off and looked around as if searching for something. Then she pointed to a pavilion outside the parking lot and said, ¡°The last one is probably the person that you have to approach with extra caution.¡± Roland looked in the direction Garcia pointed. ¡°Fei Yuhan, one of the most gifted martialists in recent years, who entered the final match within only five years,¡± Garicia remarked half admiringly and half enviously. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect to see her here. With her joining the team, this will probably be the best team combination.¡± ¡°So, what do I have to take extra caution for? Is she going to mess up with me?¡± ¡°Rubbish,¡± Garcia said while rolling her eyes. ¡°You and she are not even in the same league. I just want to remind you that you should be careful not to crush on her!¡± Chapter 1182 - Infiltration Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°That¡¯s not what you said when you handed me the hunting license,¡± Roland said to himself indignantly. He said, ¡°Why are you introducing modern martialists only? Normally, they should send more old-school martialists to kill Fallen Evils. Don¡¯t you think so?¡± ¡°There are indeed more old-school martialists, but¡­¡± Garcia broke off and pointed at a knot of people whom, Roland had mistakenly regarded as irrelevant onlookers. ¡°I don¡¯t have any detailed information about them. They work alone. Few Association members know where they normally go except for their agents. So, I practically have nothing to tell you.¡± Abashed, Roland mopped his forehead involuntarily. He had thought those homely, disheveled middle-aged men were just assistants or chauffeurs to the celebrated martialists. Their unkempt image, which formed a glaring contrast with the refined, cultivated modern martialists, made Roland suddenly have an urge to convert to the opposing party. He really did not want to be the representative of a group of bedraggled, lulling middle-aged men. Could he still register for the trials of the Martial Arts Contest? Just then, a black bus pulled into the parking lot. ¡°That¡¯s the bus from Prism City,¡± Garcia said. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°OK,¡± Roland said as he patted his right shoulder, gesturing for the witches to follow him. As long as Faldi¡¯s bug was attached to him, the witches would always be able to locate him. Garcia and Roland went straight to the back of the bus. ¡°I like this seat best,¡± Roland said as he stretched his legs and leaned back in the chair unceremoniously. ¡°I feel like a king in this seat, as I can see everything that happens in the bus from here.¡± ¡°You just want to be a loner. I get it,¡± Garcia snapped. ¡°I didn¡¯t beg you to sit with me,¡± Roland retorted, a little frustrated to notice that he and Garcia were always bickering. ¡°It¡¯s your first time to participate in a mission. I, as your senior, obviously have to keep an eye on you.¡± While they were glaring at each other, a rush of loud chatter caught their attention. ¡°Miss Fei Yuhan, over here.¡± ¡°Yuhan, come sit with me!¡± As that genius girl got on the bus, everyone stood up and offered the seat beside them. ¡°It appears that even for famous martialists, they¡¯re treated differently,¡± Roland commented. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Garcia assented quite surprisingly. However, to everyone¡¯s dismay, Fei Yuhan did not accept any of the offers but walked straight to the back. ¡°Is there anyone sitting here?¡± Fei Yuhan asked placidly while pointing at the seat next to Roland. Garcia shifted her eyes between Fei Yuhan and Roland, trying to figure out what had happened between the two. Having no idea what Fei Yuhan was up to, Roland coughed uncomfortably, realizing that all the eyes on the bus were locked on him. Finally, he said, ¡°No.¡± ¡°Thanks,¡± Fei Yuhan muttered, nodding, and took the seat matter-of-factly. ¡°Nice to meet you. Well, actually, we already met. Hello, I¡¯m Fei Yuhan. I¡¯m looking forward to working with you.¡± ¡°Er, me too. I¡¯m Roland. This is¡­ Miss Garcia.¡± There was an awkward silence after this brief introduction. Garcia fell silent and started to play with her phone. Fei Yuhan, on the other hand, sat upright in her seat, looking as aloof and frosty as ever. Roland, who was sitting between the two girls, suddenly found himself in the spotlight, under the curious scrutiny of all the passengers on the bus. The bus slowly picked up the speed. While he was planning to switch seats with Garcia, Fei Yuhan suddenly turned around and whispered tentatively, ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Bang. Garcia¡¯s dropped her phone. Momentarily stunned, Roland stared at Fei Yuhan in a daze before a proper response took shape in his mouth. ¡°You ¡ª¡± However, before he could organize his words, a booming voice cut across him, ¡°Good afternoon, everyone. I¡¯m the liaison officer C02 for this mission. I¡¯ll be responsible for intelligence and logistic support. You can call me 02. In the next few hours, I¡¯ll tell you about the details of this mission, including our target and operation plan. Please feel free to ask me if you have any questions.¡± A man in a suit at the front was holding a microphone. Roland fought down the words that were threatening to come out and averted his eyes to the liason officer. ¡°According to my intelligence, Fallen Evils have become increasingly active recently and started to act in groups, which, according to our historical records, means that the Erosion is around the corner. The Association learned from reliable sources that some Fallen Evils are going to congregate in an abandoned factory in the southern suburb. We still don¡¯t know their motive, but we¡¯re sure they¡¯re up to no good.¡± ¡°Perhaps they just want to make some friends.¡± Luo Hua¡¯s comment caused a roar of laughter. ¡°I wish it was true,¡± 02 replied good-naturedly. ¡°Unfortunately, Fallen Evils are our biggest enemy. I would rather see them all die. There¡¯s an underground highway leading straight to the factory. After it was shut down, the road was abandoned. The Association created a secret passageway two days ago that could take us directly to the headquarters of our enemies. To make sure that we don¡¯t wake the sleeping dog, we are going to take action at 9:00 PM and distribute the necessary equipment when you get off the bus.¡± ¡°Also, the army will also assist us to prevent any Fallen Evils from escaping. However, only people with the Force of Nature can inflict an injury on those monsters. Therefore, we have to divide into two teams. One to attack the Fallen Evils while the other cuts off their retreat. There¡¯s a list underneath your chair telling you which team you are in. If you don¡¯t have any more questions, we¡¯ll carry out the operation as planned¡­¡± ¡­ Fei Yuhan fumbled with the list expressionlessly. Her thoughts, however, had strayed away from the upcoming operation to Roland¡¯s interesting reaction when she had called him ¡°Your Majesty¡±. Normally, a person would feel abashed, furious and mortified in this kind of situation when he realized that someone had seen through his scheme. He might not necessarily reveal these feelings, but Fei Yuhan was confident that she could discern every single change in his emotion as well as his subsequent disguise, unless he had predicted that this would happen. Nevertheless, what she had just seen was a look that contained a multitude of feelings. There were surprise, alert, confusion, and even a little bit of delight. For a second, Roland¡¯s lips had taken shape of a silent ¡°yes¡±, which he had quickly forced down his throat. Fei Yuhan could not find a satisfying explanation to this reaction. Apparently, it was Roland¡¯s first time meeting her, and there was no reason for him to give such a response. She did not notice the faintest trace of embarrassment. Was he actually used to being called ¡°Your Majesty¡±? Suddenly, she remembered the conversation between Roland and the three little girls at the party. She had thought it was just a juvenile game they played, but now she was not so sure. Was he really¡­ the king of two worlds? Her initial interest in competing against Roland now transformed into an overwhelming curiosity about Roland himself. Fei Yuhan thought she had made the right choice to join in this operation. Her master had once told her that the history of the Martialist Association was even longer than she had thought. The Association knew numerous secrets known by only a few people, some of which were even related to the origin of this world. Was that the real reason that Roland had been granted the hunting license? Seeing Roland looked anxious, Fei Yuhan suppressed her questions. She did not wish to create any hostility with Roland before knowing the answer. She was certain that there would be plenty of time for her to get to know Roland in the future. ¡­ Two hours and a half later, the bus came to a halt at the end of the underground highway. The martialists divided into two groups and moved into position according to the instructions on their map. Roland and Fei Yuhan were both on the team responsible for attacking the Fallen Evils, while Garcia was on the other. She soon vanished from their sight into the night after reminding Roland to stay safe. As Garcia had expected, Mr. Youlong, who was rumored to be almost as powerful as a ¡°guard¡±, had been elected as the captain of the assault team. ¡°Follow me, all of you,¡± he said while eyeing the rest of the team members encouragingly, and crawled into a ventilation duct. The operation appeared to be more organized than Roland had thought. After they got off the bus, everyone received a pair of head-mounted, panoramic night vision goggles, a watch that could show their current location on the map, a vest equipped with identification and enemy recognition devices, and a headset for communication. Roland wished that the First Army could also have such advanced equipment, in which case, they would not have to fight so bitterly during a night battle. He made a rough head count and noticed that there were 15 people in total in the assault team. Apart from Mr. Youlong, Luo Hua and Fei Yuhan, all the other members were old-school martialists. It seemed that the Association still trusted traditional martialists more than modern ones for this kind of mission. However, if the result of this operation turned out that modern martialists actually performed better, their confidence in traditional martialists might be shaken. Roland had no intention of meddling in the affairs of traditional and modern martialists. In fact, he was simply curious how those celebrated martialists would cope with relentless Fallen Evils, wondering if they could still defeat them as effortlessly as they had done to their opponents during a match. Through the night vision goggles, Roland could see everything clearly. They moved through the night soundlessly like ghosts and soon reached their destination. Chapter 1183 - Sacrifice Chapter 1183: Sacrifice Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Here it is,¡± Sir Youlong said in a hushed voice. The party observed the surroundings cautiously by looking through the ventilation duct. They found themselves in a large plant, where a few overhead bridge cranes were hanging on either side of the wall. Below lay nothing but some dilapidated machine tools and rusty conveyor belts covered in dust. Apparently, the plant owner had removed every piece of usable equipment before he had shut the plant down. The empty factory, however, was now lit by several torches, with their dazzling, greenish-white flames dancing around in the darkness. These torches were set in a circle, and there were around twenty distorted shadows in the middle. ¡°Are those shadows our targets?¡± asked Luo Hua. ¡°Most likely,¡± one of the traditional martialists replied. ¡°I can sense their fluctuating power, which tells me that these people are at the last stage of transitioning.¡± The last stage referred to a stage where the humans would completely lose their humanity and consciousness, thus becoming corrupted puppet. Fallen Evils at this stage only acted on their instincts like animals, as they lost all the communication ability they once had. ¡°They used to be¡­ martialists?¡± ¡°Not necessarily. Although there were some fallen martialists according to the Association¡¯s records, generally speaking, amateurs are more prone to corruption.¡± ¡°It¡¯s my first time seeing a living Fallen Evil, but regardless, a martialist lack of self-discipline and proactivity is, in every aspect, useless,¡± Luo Hua snorted with utmost contempt. ¡°Pathetic¡­ they don¡¯t deserve the Force of Nature. Captain, let¡¯s do this.¡± ¡°Wait a minute,¡± Sir Youlong stopped Luo Hua calmly. ¡°It appears that more Fallen Evils are coming here. Wait until they¡¯ve all gathered so that we can kill them all in one go. But, don¡¯t you feel that this is strange? These Fallen Evils are all in their last stages. Why didn¡¯t they go kill the amateurs? Why did they come here? I have a feeling that things aren¡¯t as simple as we thought. Perhaps, we should first find out their intentions rather than killing them all outright.¡± While everyone was exchanging opinions, Roland stole a glance at Fei Yuhan. That unexpected ¡°Your Majesty¡± seemed to be still ringing in his ears. Within a few seconds, turbulent emotions had flooded through Roland. He had not been so perturbed by someone over the past few years since his ascendence to the throne. At first, Roland had thought it was Elena calling him and he had almost responded, but he had swallowed his words at the last minute. If Fei Yuhan was really Elena¡¯s incarnation, she would not have introduced herself in the first place and taken the seat beside him so carefreely. The abrupt change from joy to disappointment was almost as painful as the grief itself. As he recollected himself in the next few minutes, he soon figured out why Fei Yuhan had addressed him like this. Garcia had told him that martialists were usually acute observers, particularly for those gifted ones. As Fei Yuhan had attended the party held by the Clover Group, she must have overheard his conversation with the witches. The next question was ¡ª how much did Fei Yuhan know about him? Roland judged that she probably did not know much at this stage, considering how she was still testing him. At least, she didn¡¯t know anything about the other world yet. However, this was alarming to Roland, since no one would want to know that he was only fictional and only existed in dreams. Once the secret about this Dream World was known to someone, the consequences would be disastrous. Garcia was right. He needed to be extra cautious when dealing with Fei Yuhan. ¡°Mhm? Look, the new Fallen Evil¡­ looks a little different than the others.¡± At that moment, a voice from the headset interrupted Roland¡¯s train of thought. ¡°It seems that it¡¯s commanding the other Fallen Evils.¡± Roland took off his goggles and looked toward the center of the plant through the ventilation. He saw a group of Fallen Evils slowly walk in while carrying three cargo containers, all the while at the command of a man in a suit. ¡°Are they the Fallen Evils who have yet to completely lose their minds?¡± Sir Youlong mumbled in bewilderment. ¡°What are they playing at?¡± Several traditional martialists frowned. Compared with transformed Fallen Evils, those still in transitioning period were normally more difficult to deal with. At that stage, compassion and empathy had escaped them, but the dark side of human nature, such as subterfuge and shrewdness, remained. Typically, these Fallen Evils used to be well-established martialists. ¡°Shh ¡ª ¡± Fei Yuhan suddenly spoke. ¡°Be quiet. Something¡¯s in those containers.¡± Everyone held their breath immediately. After a while, Fei Yuhan said heavily, ¡°There are people¡­ inside.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°I heard someone crying and pleading. It seems like they¡¯re gagged.¡± ¡°You¡¯re saying that there are civilians in those containers?¡± Sir Youlong asked in surprise. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen anything like this before in the Association¡¯s records. Fallen Evils do kill often, but they don¡¯t really pick on common people.¡± They looked at each other in confusion when suddenly, the commander of the Fallen Evils yelled, ¡°It¡¯s time, children! The divine will is approaching, and God is waiting for the sacrifices!¡± ¡°Grrrrr ¡ª ¡± all the other Fallen Evils growled. ¡°Come. Let the power return to its source and let the Oracle grace continent with his presence once more!¡± ¡°Grrrr¡ª¡± ¡°We¡¯ll be reborn with the destruction of this world! Surrender everything to God. Let¡¯s offer our sacrifice!¡± The Fallen Evils produced an ear-splitting roar. ¡°Damn it, we have to act. Now,¡± Sir Youlong said through clenched teeth. Although he had never heard Fallen Evils would perform human sacrifice or please the so-called God like some cults, they could not let innocent civilians die. In fact, as the mission of the Martialist Association was protecting the world, it was more important to save lives than annihilating the Fallen Evils. ¡°Let¡¯s stay as close to the containers as possible to prevent these monsters from approaching them. It¡¯s OK to let one or two go. I believe the other team will finish them off!¡± Fei Yuhan nodded expressionlessly and darted out first. The others followed at her heels and dashed toward the enemies. The deserted plant was instantly stirred! Caught unprepared, the Fallen Evils collapsed under the impact of the Force of Nature and paralyzed when their cores were detached from their bodies. Roland was the last to act. He followed his team members while at the same time hiding his ability carefully. This was not his first time fighting Fallen Evils, so he was much more experienced than the others. Unlike those awakened martialists possessed of the Force of Nature, Roland did not need to throw himself into a fierce battle. Fallen Evils would immediately lose their power upon touching him and be at his mercy. Roland did not wish to touch those detached red cyclones either, otherwise everyone would see numerous cores rise into the air of their own accord. Meanwhile, the bug on Roland¡¯s shoulder trembled slightly, which indicated that Phyllis and the other witches had arrived. Supported by his witches, Roland felt more and more confident. He did not employ specific combat techniques, but he killed more Fallen Evils than anyone else except Fei Yuhan. As the other team members were all focused on the containers, and Roland had been super cautious, nobody discovered his secret ability. They soon reached the containers. Only a few of them were injured. By that time, half of the Fallen Evils had been killed. ¡°Well, that¡¯s easier than I thought,¡± Luo Hua said as he shook off the blood on his hands, snatched the lock, and broke it in half. ¡°The Association should have issued me a hunting license as well. Hey, don¡¯t be afraid. The Martialist Association is here to help ¡ª ¡± Luo Hua stopped dead. The other members all took a step back. There were dozens of people tied to several metal posts, their eyes blinded and mouths sealed, who groaned with fear in one of the containers. A cyclone suspended in midair above each of them. Roland felt all the hair at the back of his neck stood up. He suddenly remembered what Garcia had told him several months ago. ¡°These cyclones are where Fallen Evils gain their power. They¡¯re signs of corruption. Once a person is corrupted, he loses his Force of Nature. If we don¡¯t store away these cyclones, they¡¯ll infect other people. Ordinary people will instantly lose their minds upon a single touch.¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­ that they can be transferred to multiple people?¡± ¡°That¡¯s why some people are collecting them. That¡¯s exactly what they¡¯re thinking. Are they not afraid that they¡¯ll destroy this world?¡± ¡°So¡­ the Fallen Evils have been preparing over the past half a year just for this moment?¡± Roland whipped his head around and stared at the leader of the Fallen Evils. He dressed like a butler, wearing a pair of monocled spectacles, with his hair combed all the way to the back of his head. His suit crisp and his white gloves spotless. However, his face was now contorted with rage. ¡°We don¡¯t necessarily need you to complete this human sacrifice. However, the more victims, the better. Don¡¯t you think so?¡± With these words, he snapped his fingers. The cyclones above the containers instantly dropped. ¡°No¡ª!¡± Luo Hua attempted to untie the prisoners. However, as they were so tightly packed in the container that it was impossible to rescue them without touching the suspending cyclone. ¡°Kill them, now!¡± a traditional martialist shouted. ¡°But¡­ these are all civilians¡­¡± Luo Hua muttered. Within a few seconds, those ordinary people had completed their transition to new Fallen Evils. Although they were not as strong as Fallen Evils that transformed from martialists, with so many of them, it was still quite dangerous. The Fallen Evils then swarmed out of their container, and Luo Hua was soon drowned by the wave of the enemies. Chapter 1184 - Corruption Chapter 1184: Corruption Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The situation suddenly turned for the worse. Both Sir Youlong and Fei Yuhan looked startled and lost at the abrupt change in the unfolding of the event. Fortunately, a traditional martialist turned around just in time and stopped the Fallen Evils. ¡°Get out of here!¡± a flustered middle-aged martialist yelled. ¡°We must find a way out!¡± The other two containers also started to wobble ominously as the people inside banged frantically against the container. Numerous lumps and bumps started to emerge on the surface of the iron containers. A lock was definitely not enough to hold them back, and the prisoners would soon break out. If there were also dozens of prisoners in each of these two boxes, let alone killing the Fallen Evils, there was a chance that the whole team would be wiped out. The last thing they wanted was being trapped by the enemies, so they must use all their efforts to avoid that situation! Fei Yuhan immediately pulled herself together and darted toward the entrance of the plant. The only way to get themselves out of this dilemma was to find an open space and scatter. This was the right plan. Roland decided to wait until everyone had left the scene. He was putting all his efforts dealing with those new Fallen Evils who lunged at him like zombies. They were not necessarily dangerous, but Roland would still get injured if he got bitten. ¡°This is Team One. We¡¯re outnumbered and under attack. We request immediate assistance!¡± Sir Youlong yelled over the speaker phone while fighting. A moment later, another two martialists fell down before a pack of crazy Fallen Evils who soon ripped their bodies apart. Sir Youlong¡¯s moves significantly slowed down as he watched his fellow martialists torn into pieces. Even Roland, a layman, noticed that his action had become seemingly sluggish. After knocking down a few more Fallen Evils, Sir Youlong got a scratch for the first time. BANG! The containers were finally burst open and crashed to the ground as the raging Fallen Evils rushed out. However, there were fewer Fallen Evils than they had thought. Roland raised his eyebrows. A dozen tethered Fallen Evils, who had completed their transitioning, lay dead in the containers. Their blood oozing profusely from the several holes in their bodies, as though being penetrated by something. He could clearly see a line of holes on the walls of the containers. ¡°Nicely done,¡± Roland praised in his heart. Without a doubt, it was Phyllis¡¯s work. Roland could even see in his mind¡¯s eye that Phyllis had sneaked around the containers under Dawnen¡¯s Invisibility Veil and dived her Blade Claws into the boxes. ¡°What¡­ what happened?¡± the leader of the Fallen Evils bellowed. ¡°What did you do to my children, you filthy scoundrels!¡± Nobody responded to him. Although everybody was as confused as the leader, they could not afford to give the incident any thought. As the number of their enemies reduced remarkably, the martialists felt, once again, encouraged and saw the ray of hope and survival. ¡°Fine, whatever,¡± the leader grunted while stamping his feet. ¡°Nothing shall thwart my plan. You¡¯ll all end up dying here!¡± With these words, he took out a square box that reminded Roland of a remote and pressed the button on it decisively. With a deafening roar, the plant exploded, and the ground cracked and sank rapidly. The torches went flying into the air and extinguished as gusts of wind swept over the plant. Within a second, they found themselves groping in an impenetrable darkness. ¡°Son of a b*tch!¡± Roland swore, unable to help himself. He had never anticipated that the Fallen Evils would bury explosives underneath the ground. Although Roland had special abilities, he could not fly like Lightning. ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Just at that critical moment, a little hand had reached Roland. Roland staggered until someone steadied him with a firm clutch. They finally landed safely after wallowing in the aftermath of the explosion. ¡°Aargh¡­ Ling?¡± Roland asked in a low tone while coughing in the dust. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s me. Are you okay?¡± Ling replied immediately. ¡°The light was out, so I was able to spot you in the dark.¡± Ling specialized in moving about in darkness. As the torchlight was extinguished and darkness fell upon the entire plant, she could glide through shadows as Nightingale fly through the Mist. ¡°I¡¯m fine. How about the other witches?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Phyllis is with us. The explosion won¡¯t hurt Dawnen either. Faldi is keeping an eye outside the plant, so she¡¯s fine too.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great,¡± Roland said as he pulled on the goggles mounted on his head and started to look around. ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯s this? It looks like that Eye Demon¡­¡± Ling asked curiously. ¡°It¡¯s a night vision device that helps you see things at night,¡± Roland explained. ¡°So you ought to be careful even in the darkness. Remember, you shouldn¡¯t be seen.¡± ¡°Okay¡­¡± Ling promised as she disappeared into the darkness again while only poking out half of her head. Some bubbles escaped from her nose as if she were submerged in water. Under the dismal moonlight that spilled across the ground, Roland soon understood the current situation. The group was dispersed. The plant was littered with concrete slabs. Roland could not see where his other team members were. However, he assumed that such an explosion would not be fatal to martialists who were normally protected by the Force of Nature. As the Fallen Evils were also well aware this fact, they must have other plans. What he needed to do was to hold out until the second group came to their rescue. By that time, they would be able to interrupt the Fallen Evils¡¯ sacrifice ceremony. What bothered Roland, however, was the hole created by the explosion. According to C02, there was no basement underneath the plant. Moreover, judging from the map, the plant should have been built on a flat surface. The bumpy walls around them were apparently not a part of the plant. In other words, the Fallen Evils had excavated the ground underneath the plant and buried the explosives in advance. Why did they do that? Roland noticed that the area close to the rim of the hole was relatively flat, but it soon steepened with a sheer drop, as if it was a huge whirlpool. The bodies of the dead Fallen Evils slid into the whirlpool and piled up. ¡°Is this¡­ also a part of the sacrifice ceremony?¡± Roland¡¯s suspicion was soon confirmed. He saw the leader of the Fallen Evils reappear. At his command, the rest of the Fallen Evils stopped searching for the martialists. Instead, they all jumped into the hole along with their cyclones. Not only did they carry the dead Fallen Evils with them but they also snatched up the bodies of the martialists. Within a blink of an eye, the hole had almost been filled up. Roland¡¯s heart stopped with a queer jerk. Suddenly, a warmth spread through him as though something was summoning upon him. ¡°Dear God, please accept our offering!¡± the butler exclaimed with his hands outstretched and fell forward into the hole. Just at that moment, a jet of dazzling light erupted from all the cyclones! Roland pulled off his goggles, standing agape. The crimson cyclones slowly rose, clustered then spread out, gradually forming a large, irregular-shaped ¡°corrupted¡± area! Then, something crept out of the corrupted area and took the form of a faceless man, but it only possessed a head and two hands. The shape was simply an inky silhouette strewn with numerous swirling stars, which reminded Roland of the black, unfathomed universe. As the human-shaped shadow materialized, scarlet blood started to exude from its body and immediately spread through the entire hole on the ground, distorting the underground into a twisted space with red and black. The bug on Roland¡¯s shoulder began to buzz, indicating that Faldi had sensed danger. Roland had seen a similar scene before. He had once encountered a magic creature during a fight with a Fallen Evil. However, this one was much larger. It was almost two or three stories tall when it reared with only upper half of its body! That was the real purpose of this human sacrifice. The Fallen Evils intended to create corruption and summon the monster that was not belonging to this Dream World! But Roland did not understand why they chose to do this today and while luring the Martialist Association. The could summon the creature anytime. He soon got the answer. Dozens of black tentacles soaked in blood suddenly sprouted from the ground, dragged a martialist from underneath a concrete slab, and handed him over to the magic creature. ¡°M-monster¡­¡± the captured martialist stammered, making every effort to break away from the clutch but failed miserably. ¡°You stole something that doesn¡¯t belong to you, and you attempt to keep it to yourself. Now, it¡¯s time to return it to its owner.¡± The magic creature snatched up the martialist, tossed him into the hole and said, ¡°I¡¯ll correct this mistake and restore order upon the world. Now, accept your fate and return to the origin of the world!¡± Its ringing proclamation reverberated across the deserted plant. With the corrupted area expanding rapidly, the monster grew larger as well, as though it was soon going to leap out of the ground. Chapter 1185 - A Warning of Destruction Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The martialists were out of the pan and into the fire. They could not approach the corrupted area controlled by the Fallen Evils. If they wanted to escape, they would have to crawl out of the hole that stood ten meters tall in front of them while avoiding those black tentacles. Once being caught by those tentacles, it would be impossible to wrench away from their grip. They knew they were now facing an unbeatable enemy, and not everyone had the courage to step forward and walk into the arena of death with their head held high. The only person who chose to fight was Fei Yuhan. ¡°You guys go first!¡± She hollered over the speaker phone. A flash of white shadow streaked out from the darkness and zoomed toward the magic creature. Fei Yuhan¡¯s body emanated a soft, bright glow, which was the manifestation of the release of her Force of Nature. Before this, she could only cover her arms. The twisting tentacles instantly lunged at her like serpents. Fei Yuhan brushed past them, barely dodging their attacks. When she foresaw a confrontation that was unavoidable, she struck them with her palm and cut those tentacles with a knife-hand. White light congregated at the tip of her fingers and formed a shape of a sharp sword. The other martialists all fled, attempting to get out of the hole. Sir Youlong was the first to reach the edge of the wall. ¡°Ludicrous. Do you think you could escape from me?¡± The magic creature swung his arms down towards Sir Youlong. The arms that was not long enough to reach the wall suddenly expanded rapidly, becoming thicker and longer. Sir Youlong wheeled around at the last second and tried to block the strike, exploding his arms with piercing light, but in an instant, the giant hand had smashed him into the ground! The thunderous crash left a deep ditch at the bottom of the hole, and the concrete slabs were pulverized. Sir Youlong was reduced to a bloody sack of meat. The magic creature then scooped up that bloody, muddy body, along with some mud, and tossed it into the ¡°crack¡± it stood astride. Instantly, the corrupted area expanded again. Roland realized that it was using the martialists¡¯ Forces of Nature to expand the corruption. For some reason, he felt indignity, as though someone had robbed him of his possessions. Those Forces should have belonged to this world, belonged to him. It was intolerable. ¡°Your Majesty, what do we do now?¡± Phyllis and Dawnen asked together behind him. ¡°The tentacles almost filled the hole.¡± ¡°We have to kill the monster before the other group arrive here, but you cannot be seen,¡± Roland said as he patted Ling¡¯s head. ¡°Go knock out those materialists caught by the tentacles. Be fast, and wait for further instructions.¡± ¡°That¡¯s easy. I¡¯ll do that right away¡­¡± Ling replied sprightly as she submerged herself into the shadow. ¡°Then we¡¯ll confront that monster,¡± Roland said as he gazed at the enemy who stood ten meters tall. Although he had dealt with similar monsters before and knew that the key to the victory was to wrench the astrolabe out of its body, it was extremely hard to approach the magic creature. After a moment of contemplation, Roland whispered instructions to Phyllis. ¡°Your Majesty, that¡¯s ¡ª ¡± Phyllis exclaimed in surprise. ¡°Do what I say. We must kill it,¡± Roland cut across Phyllis decisively. ¡°This is an order!¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Phyllis conceded after a moment of hesitation. ¡°As you command.¡± ¡°So, the last problem is her,¡± Roland mumbled. He looked toward Fei Yuhan as his eyebrows contracted. She was still struggling to stand up, attempting to launch an attack although she had suffered two blows from the monster and was covered in blood. Despite the injuries, her movement was less agile, yet she was still fighting with incredible obstinacy. More tentacles reached out to her from different directions, which made it even harder for Fei Yuhan to approach the monster. The magic creature was too busy dealing with the fleeing martialists, or else she wouldn¡¯t still be standing at this point. In the meantime, Ling had approached to the center of the corrupted area soundlessly. ¡°Your Majesty, everyone was knocked out,¡± Ling reported over the speaker phone. ¡°Good job ¡ª ¡± Roland¡¯s words rested on the tip of his tongue when he suddenly realized that the speaker phone channel was on for all the team members. Fei Yuhan apparently had heard Ling¡¯s voice, for she stumbled and, for the third time, got thrown out by the giant hand. The white light enveloping her had, by that time, completely faded out, and Fei Yuhan lost her consciousness. ¡°Now!¡± Roland yelled. The plan did not go as smoothly as expected, but this was a chance they need. ¡°Excuse my impertinence, Your Majesty,¡± Phyllis said as she spread open her claws, clutched Roland¡¯s ankles and started to spin. Roland was thrown into a whirl of color, feeling his inside churning. When the spinning speed reached its maximum, Phyllis suddenly released him, and, like an arrow that cracked through space, Roland darted toward the magic creature under the momentum. The moment Roland left the protection of the Veil of Invisibility, the monster saw an ¡°unidentifiable object¡± streak towards it. It immediately turned away from the unconscious martialists to Roland, ready to swing its huge hand down as a giant swatted a fly. They bumped into each other. Roland went through its black arm and ran into its chest. Its colossal body was not as sturdy and robust as it appeared. Instead, it was simply an illusion covering emptiness. The magic creature growled in terror and suddenly yelled with a look of dawning comprehension, ¡°It was you! You didn¡¯t listen to my advice!¡± Roland grasped the spinning astrolabe in its body and wrenched it. The scarlet interface gradually turned into a blueish white, and Roland felt his power inside him whoop in exuberance as if his expectation had been fulfilled. Roland asked, ¡°Was the monster I killed last time your brother? Sorry, he didn¡¯t say it clearly, so I didn¡¯t hear his kind advice.¡± ¡°We are one, we are united ¡ª ¡± the magic creature¡¯s voice trailed off. ¡°Stop your foolish act. This is my last warning, otherwise you¡¯ll be regretted for what you did. Everything will be reduced to nothingness, and our endeavor¡¯s workover the past thousands of years will be wasted. You can¡¯t¡­ bear the heavy guilt brought about by such an¡­ horrific atrocity¡­¡± When its astrolabe was completely separated from its body, the monster stopped talking. Blinding white light flooded over the hole, and Roland felt deeply content as if he had attained what he desired. He could hear the throb of the ground underneath him clearly. For a moment, Roland had a delusion that he and this world became one. In the chaotic Realm of Mind, the Nightmare opened its eyes abruptly! It just sensed a rhythmic beat it had never heard before that constrasted with the disordered surroundings. The Nightmare had had similar experiences when it had tracked down the legacy shard, but its previous attempts were all fruitless. Due to the extreme complexity of minds, any mistake would make her lose a sense of direction. Nevertheless, this time, everything seemed to be clearer. This indicated that the origin of this beat was very close. Valkries grinned. It had found the traces of that mysterious man. Chapter 1186 - Reconstructing the Final Battle Chapter 1186: Reconstructing the Final Battle Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The other team did not appear until the battle was over. Roland smeared his face with mud, made a few cuts in his clothes, and lay on a heap on the ground as if he was injured like everyone else, waiting for the rescue from the Martialist Association. Although Ling had pressed the ¡°speaking¡± button on the walkie talkie by accident, fortunately, the communication was not open to all the teams. Therefore, only Fei Yuhan had heard their conversation. As she had lost her consciousness, Roland could totally attribute this bizarre communication to Fei Yuhan¡¯s perturbed mind and convince her that it was simply her illusion due to her injuries. As to why the monster vanished in thin air without leaving the slightest trace behind, Roland could simply claim that he had well passed out before this incident had occurred. But by doing so, he could only ascribe the victory entirely to the genius girl, Fei Yuhan, and washed his hands off the whole matter. As he expected, the liaison officer did not take his statement very seriously considering that he had not witnessed the entire battle. Instead, the Association paid close attention to the corruption. The discovery of the new, man-made corruption obviously overshadowed the six deaths, including the death of two celebrated martialists, out of the twelve martialists who participated in the mission. The only thing that astonished Roland was that Garcia jumped into the hole before anyone else when her team arrived at the scene. Roland felt a warmth flooded over him when he saw Garcia tried to search for him among the casualties frantically while calling out his name, and when her smile showed after she found out that Roland was alive. However, Garcia¡¯s expression had returned to her normal state of indifference quickly. She mumbled, ¡°Wow, you¡¯re still alive. Good for you.¡± as she threw Roland into the ambulance. That was how this alliance mission ended. After Roland returned to the apartment, Phyllis regarded the warning of the magic creature with apprehension. The monster had apparently noticed that Roland was different from all the other martialists, which meant that there was a possibility that what it said was true. Roland would have contemplated the warning if this incident had occurred a year ago when he had been resisting the Dream World. At that time, the world had become increasingly complicated and foreign to him, as though it was gradually getting out of his control. But now, he had made his decision. The Dream World was not only a world where he obtained knowledge, but more importantly, a place that afforded the God¡¯s Punishment Witches mundane pleasures. This virtual world might not necessarily remain in existence forever. However, before that day came, he would like these witches to have as many happy memories as possible. Another reason that he dismissed the warning was that Roland trusted his own instincts. The change of the Dream World might start from the moment he had released the first cyclone. Despite that Roland had yet to understand the exact relationship between the release of cyclones and the subtle change of the surroundings, he did feel satisfaction when he had defeated the magic monster by pulling out its astrolabe. He had a vague feeling that as long as he kept fighting the Fallen Evils, the answer would come up to him. Furthermore, the whole event had not completely come to an end yet. Roland could imagine that the man-made corruption would spark panic among the Association and outrage in the martialist community. Once the other martialists regained their consciousness, the Association would definitely further investigate this matter and uncover the whole story of the battle. Accordingly, modern martialists would continue to criticize him and even feel animosity toward him. Yet anyhow, Roland decided not to worry about them too much at this moment. Three days later, the Detective Group returned to Neverwinter. Summer had not only reconstructed the final battle but also recorded several important scenes with the Sigil of Recording. Roland thus immediately called a meeting in the hall of the Third Border City to invite all the executives to watch the show. When they saw Ashes summon the divine power and die together with Ursrook, Roland felt a tremulous hand clasp on his arm. Roland held that hand until the magic movie ended. When he turned around, he noticed Tilly¡¯s red-rimmed eyes. Despite being distraught, Tilly managed to finish the whole movie. Now, they had the full picture of what had happened. ¡°This is my first time seeing a hybrid of an Eye Demon and a regular demon,¡± Pasha sighed at long last. ¡°How did they do that?¡± The most confusing part was how the demons had managed to arrive at the scene right after the Special Unit had reached their designated ambush area, for Roland did not believe an Eye Demon had the intelligence to develop such a clever strategy. After he watched the movie, however, he found the answer. Usrook had cut open a Mad Demon¡¯s face and deposit a box of frozen eyeballs into its wound. The eyeballs that smelled the blood instantly burst into life and anchored its roots to the Mad Demon, who screamed in great agony. It took nearly a week for the Eye Demon to completely possess the Mad Demon. Moreover, instead of a God¡¯s Stone of Toss, the Mad Demon had carried a very rare Stone of Flight that a regular demon was not normally entitled to. This meant that Ursrook had prepared resources for his plan at least half a year ago. The moment the transformed Mad Demon had left Taquila, Sylvie had been under the scrutiny of the Magic Slayer. To earn more time for his army, the Magic Slayer first flew toward the First Army and then turned around halfway to feign his defeat. While the Special Unit¡¯s attention were drawn entirely on the decoy, the demons took this opening to set up their ambush. Therefore, unless they abandoned their mission and retreated to the west, by no means could the Special Unit escape from the awaiting demons. ¡°As far as I can tell, this is more like a type of manipulation than a hybrid. The transformed Mad Demon works like a host,¡± Agatha said thoughtfully. ¡°The decoy was not the Mad Demon but the miniscule Eye Demon that mounted on its head.¡± ¡°Why do you think so?¡± Roland asked. ¡°If the demons could create such a powerful hybrid, they should have used this technology in the second Battle of Divine Will. They could send a few hybrids to monitor and harass the army while dispatching a pack of Devilbeasts to attack us. If they did that, the Union would have been finished in less than five years,¡± Agatha explained slowly. ¡°I think it¡¯s not an ability but a technology, just like those newly-developed Spider Demons.¡± Chapter 1187 - The So-called Upgrade Chapter 1187: The So-called Upgrade Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Technology¡­¡± Roland muttered while knitting his brows. He had probed into the demons¡¯ memories once and seen how they upgraded. Basically, the demons upgraded through merging with various magic stones. Failure to merge with magic stones would result in a miserable death. In a way, their upgrade method was pretty similar to witches¡¯, and probably even more cruel. Although the demons used different technologies, once they learned the principles, they would further develop and expand the technologies based on their needs. This was definitely not a good sign for the mankind. ¡°Are you sure?¡± asked Anna, who immediately understood what that meant. ¡°We need to conduct further research on the remains, but¡­¡± Agatha broke off and turned to Celine. Celine tapped her main tentacle and led everyone to a giant black stone covered in scratch marks. ¡°This is a part of the Giant Skeleton. From the initial autopsy, we judge it¡¯s very likely a living being.¡± ¡°Fair enough. This is pretty much like the armor of a deformed demon, isn¡¯t it? ¡± Roland commented while stroking his chin. In the report, the military officer mentioned that the Giant Skeletons had produced a bloodcurdling howl after being hit by the cannon shells. ¡°No, Your Majesty,¡± Celine denied, a little embarrassed. ¡°What I was trying to say is that¡­ the stone itself is alive.¡± ¡°What?¡± Dumbstruck, everybody took a step backward involuntarily. ¡°Hang on. You mean the stone is alive?¡± ¡°Is the stone also a type of demon?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t quite¡­ follow you. Could you tell me more about it?¡± The hall exploded with a rush of inquiries. ¡°To put it short, this stone is an independent system that operates on its own,¡± Celine said as she scooped up an iron hammer and gave the stone an almighty strike. With a clank, the stone trembled, and Roland could spy, through its numerous cracks, something wriggle with pain. The stone did not stop quivering until half a minute later, and Roland was positive that the quaver was not the offspring of the blow. ¡°At the scene, we found a huge organ hung below the Giant Skeleton¡¯s abdomen. We thought it was the main body of the deformed demon, but the autopsy showed otherwise,¡± Agatha continued. ¡°This finding puzzled me and Celine. As the Skeleton could move by itself, then why is there a separate deformed demon attached to its abdomen? We didn¡¯t find out the reason until we saw the transformed Mad Demon created by the Magic Slayer.¡± Anna, who was the first to realize the true nature of this peculiar Skeleton, blurted out, ¡°Is it a host?¡± ¡°Correct,¡± Celine said approvingly. ¡°Both the original carriers and the devouring worms could live on their own.¡± She then turned to Roland and asked, ¡°Your Majesty, do you still remember what Kabradhabi said? It asked us whether we also upgraded through a legacy shard.¡± ¡°And it also said another thing,¡± Roland assented with a nod. ¡°I remember that it almost blustered ¡®I¡¯m Tadalin¡¯. It asked whether our weapons were made out of the legacy shards.¡± Tilly responded meditatively, ¡°It appears that the demons learned how to create hosts from the legacy shards. That was why Kabradhabi asked such questions. In other words, both the Spider Demons and the Giant Skeletons were demon hybrids comprised of a host and a operator.¡± ¡°Very likely. They share many similarities, such as the extreme long lifespan of a carrier, the ability to remain in activity even in the state of dormancy, the ability to survive upon serious injuries, etc.¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t think the underground civilization used what the demons called ¡®legacy shards¡¯ to complete their upgrade, because they controlled carriers by soul transfer. That¡¯s quite different¡­¡± ¡°Perhaps, the demons don¡¯t know how to create a magic core exactly, and that¡¯s why they can¡¯t transfer soul like the underground civilization,¡± Agatha returned. ¡°Or perhaps they found a more suitable way for their kind, just as the Union found a way to create the God¡¯s Punishment Army. The God¡¯s Punishment Warriors, in a sense, are hosts as well.¡± ¡°Hold on, that doesn¡¯t sound right,¡± Nightingale interposed in confusion. ¡°Although I don¡¯t quite follow your deduction, but I¡¯m quite sure that human beings didn¡¯t get any legacy shards whatsoever. The First Army¡¯s weapons are solely His Majesty¡¯s ideas, and the God¡¯s Punishment Army is the Union¡¯s achievement. Without the so-called legacy shards, we still learned how to create a magic core and inherited the ruin of the underground civilization.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the key to the problem,¡± Agatha replied in a serious tone. ¡°I think obtaining the ruin is only one of the many ways to inherit a civilization, which is exactly why we call it technology rather than an ability. Roland felt his chest suddenly constrict, and the truth seemed to come to him in one shining piece. He said, ¡°Are you referring to¡­ learning?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the Ice Witch replied on a sigh. ¡°We could upgrade through teaching and learning, even if we don¡¯t have what Kabradhabi describes as legacy shards.¡± There was a brief silence in the hall. At length, Celine spoke, ¡°The demons have developed so many new weapons over the past 400 years. The legacy shards are probably something that helps them learn faster, or even something that enables them to comprehend new knowledge within a second. This is how their civilization evolves and ¡®upgrades¡¯.¡± Hearing Celine¡¯s explanation, Roland suddenly understood what Kabradhabi had meant. Human beings did upgrade, but it was not through an artifect of an old civilization but through teaching and learning, the most traditional means of communication. As a time traveler, Roland connected the two worlds. ¡°If that¡¯s really the case, doesn¡¯t it mean the legacy shard is continuously recording every arena of our life?¡± Wendy said as she glanced at the secret chamber on the other side of the hall apprehensively, where the demon was. ¡°We have to obtain a legacy shard to know if this is really the case,¡± Agatha replied while shaking her head. ¡°If the demons did learn how to create hosts, we¡¯ll face a lot of new challenges.¡± She then turned Roland apologetically and said, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty. I¡¯m afraid the years of war experience that the Union gained probably won¡¯t help you much now.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t mention it. The third Battle of Divine Will will be an entirely new experience for the demons,¡± comforted Roland. Although the future remained uncertain, he must stay resolute and continue to take the lead. ¡°If technologies could be upgraded, we could also learn from those civilizations who lost their legacy shards, right?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Celine responded heartily. ¡°This is we members of the Quest Society are obligated to do.¡± Chapter 1188 - Post-war Analysis Chapter 1188: Post-war Analysis Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In the next couple of days, Roland received various reports from the General Staff that re-examined and concluded the entire investigation on Torch Action based on Summer¡¯s reconstruction and the search of Taquila. These reports arrived at Roland¡¯s desk like a fierce blizzard, which piled up as high as his waist. Truth gradually resurfaced. Roland learned that the giant God¡¯s Stone, discovered during the Battle of the Northbound Slope and the Battle of Taquila, was from the God¡¯s stone mine at the Taquila ruin. At the bottom of the mine, the Detective Group had found the missing part of the stone, which were two medium-sized God¡¯s Stone pillars that was chopped in half. The surface and edge of the cuts were smooth and even, as though the pillars were sliced by a sharp weapon. Summer could not use her ability in the vicinity of the God¡¯s stones, but Roland deduced that the stones might have something to do with the Giant Skeletons. In fact, the Giant Skeletons were not only the transportation tool but also the small Obelisk that could regenerate the Red Mist. His theory was also supported by the corrupted soil around the ruin. Nevertheless, compared to an Obelisk of a normal size that could spread Red Mist up to hundreds of kilometers, the Skeletons could only cover an area within the radius of a hundred to two hundred meters. Moreover, they also required the Red Mist supply line to sustain themselves and spread the Red Mist. In other words, the Giant Skeletons were the mobile sentry posts for the demons that had significant strategic implementation. The General Staff had reached to the conclusion that these Giant Skeletons, like the Spider Demons, were a rare species; otherwise, the demons would have used them as their sentries and taken the entire Fertile Plains before human beings could take any action. Furthermore, the passages at the rear of Taquila were mostly the masterpiece of the Spider Demons. Although the Spider Demons were not as efficient as the devouring worms in excavation, they were much more proficient than the Mad Demons. These passages branched out from the God¡¯s mine underneath the ground, and the measurement between the surface and the passages clearly showed the Spider Demons consideration of the threshold that an observer type can see. Therefore, it would be difficult for anyone to spot the passages from above. Since Celine and Agatha both preferred to view the Giant Skeletons and the Spider Demons as one particular type of demon, Roland came up with a new name. He called them Monstrous Beast to distinguish carrier demons from regular demons. A prefix was used to quickly classify an undiscovered type of demon in the same category. The Giant Skeleton was thus given the name ¡°Fortress-like Monstrous Beast¡±, and the Spider Demons got the name ¡°Spidery Monstrous Beast¡±. The latter was further classified into two subcategories, which the ones that tossed stone needles was the first type and the ones that ejected demons was the second type. The naming system not only facilitated military operation but also simplified post-war data collection and statistical reports. Apart from a post-war analysis, Roland was also concerned about the weaknesses of the First Army that had been pointed out by the General Staff. Among other weaknesses, the biggest problem, as Edith had reported, was intelligence collection. Based on the war history of the mankind, tunnel warfare was never a regular military tactic due to the limitation in technologies and the considerable amount of time and resources it usually cost. However, with the application of the devouring worms and the Spidery Monstrous Beast, military strategies using large-scale tunnels became possible. The demons could create an underground passage wide enough for their army to pass through within a short period of time. Therefore, the space below also became a treacherous area that the First Army must remain vigilant about. Beyond a doubt, they needed someone other than Sylvie as a lookout. The Eye of Magic required a considerable amount of magic power to look through solid objects. The area it could cover was no larger than the size of two football pitches, and it could only see through three to four meters below the surface. However, if it was monitoring the area above the ground, the Eye of Magic could see anywhere within ten kilometers and stay vigilant for the entire day. All the witches, except Extraordinaries, had a limit in their power. When they exceeded their own limit, their power would drop significantly. Therefore, witches rarely went over limits unless it was an absolute emergency. Considering this factor, the First Army must develop their own intelligence collection system. Roland remembered there had been a war in the history where both parties had listened closely underground to gather information on the location of the tunnels and camps of their opponents. The devices they used in that battle were pretty similar to a doctor¡¯s stethophone, which detected movements through the transmission of sound through solid materials. However, this method only worked for tunnels in progress. For completed tunnels, one would not be able to hear anything. After much deliberation, Roland finally found a practical way to infiltrate the enemy: a standard penetration test. Penetration test was a standard procedure to test soil strength. As a former engineering student, Roland had often heard his roommates discussing this method. Basically, the procedure of this test was to drive steel rods arrayed in quincuncial piles into the ground, with each piles several meters apart. With a sounding machine, a few people could complete the test over a large area. If the rod sank, then it provided an indication of a hollow beneath the ground. If the army mastered these two detection methods, they could monitor the demons¡¯ movement underground without the help from the witches. In order for the army to conduct scouting mission in the sky without relying on Lightning and Maggie, the only way was to build an air force. To that, Tilly was the key. In addition, Edith¡¯s report pointed out that ¡°the army lacks a contingency plan to provide immediate assistance¡±. Roland was impressed with the remarkable progress of the ability of the General Staff, yet at the same time, Edith¡¯s comment left him a little helpless. He knew exactly what their problems were, but it was hard to overcome these drawbacks at this stage due to the limited population in Neverwinter. Finally, Roland¡¯s attention was drawn to a report from a logistics officer. In the report, the officer wrote that the performance of Mark I machine gun was not satisfactory during intense battles. Many soldiers from the machine gun squad complained that they spent more time loading than firing, and at the same time, it created quite a burden on the logistics team. The officer expressed his wish that the Department of Engineering could make improvements accordingly. This was indeed Roland¡¯s first time receiving feedback from soldiers at the front after the implementation of the feedback system. As they were the ones who actually used the weapons, they knew the strengths and weaknesses of each weapon better than anyone else. In fact, Roland had noticed an unusual increase in broken guns after the night attack at Tower Station No. 1. However, since they easily replace the gun parts, Roland had not taken this issue seriously. He believed that the increase in disabled firearms was largely due to soldiers¡¯ inexperience and increasing attacks from the enemy. As soldiers were usually more stressed in a night battle as they could not see the firing results, they might experience difficulty in pulling triggers. Moreover, as air-cooled barrels were inherently less durable than water-cooled ones, the guns got overheated more easily. This problem alarmed Roland. Initially, he had intended to create a recoil-operated machine gun that employed an air-cooled barrel so that one gun can do it all. He also believed this multi-purpose gun would be more efficient than Maxim gun. However, it appeared that his invention did not work out. Although with the help of tracers and the experience soldiers would gain from night battles, they would encounter much more demons in the upcoming war. Roland could not bear the consequence of broken machine guns during the official Battle of Divine Will when thousands of demons charged at them. This report made him realize his mistake. The remedy of this problem was to abandon the idea of multitasking machine guns by separating HMGs and general machine guns. The barrel of the HMG should be lengthened and equipped with a radiator. As for the general machine gun that could be carried by hand or vehicle, it should be lightweight and portable so as to meet the needs of future warfares, and it can be done so by improving the current model of Mark I. Chapter 1189 - The Radiation Project Chapter 1189 The Radiation Project In addition to a post-war analysis, the General Staff also drafted a preliminary plan for the third Battle of Divine Will. Although the demons¡¯ intention remained unknown, one thing was certain ¡ª they would not abandon Taquila under any circumstances. Taquila was the important barrier that could stop the demons from flooding over the Fertile Plains, and it was also the foundation for Neverwinter¡¯s army to advance. As long as mankind had control over Taquila, the Red Mist could not easily approach the northwest of Graycastle. Therefore, it was very necessary to rebuild the Holy City that had been deserted for hundreds of years. If the demons still planned to breach Graycastle from the Fertile Plains, the First Army would need to strengthen the defense of the railway, protect the railway, and cut their Red Mist supply. The general strategy should be similar to the Torch Campaign. It would be extremely difficult, but if they succeeded, humanity would be one step closer to the final victory. In short, they had to put all their blood and sweat into this battle. The problem lay in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter in the northeast. If the demons, on the contrary, planned to invade the Four Kingdoms from the ridge of the continent, they would then face an extremely difficult war. The Kingdom of Wolfheart was located in mountainous areas, whereas the Kingdom of Everwinter did not have a single river. In addition, the Kingdom of Dawn and two mountain ranges rest right between them. It was impossible to extend the railway to the north of the continent under such a tight timeline, for there were two major technical difficulties that Roland found impossible to overcome: digging tunnel and building bridge. It was also out of the question to rely on local nobles to assist with logistics. The implementation of the immigration policy would definitely deteriorate the relationship between Graycasle and the two countries. Roland could only hope that the two kingdoms will not stab him in the back. As such, the First Army had to figure out a way to maintain logistics by themselves. It appeared they had no choice but to use ships as the means of transportation. The problem of this method, however, was that most port cities were located on the east coastline which was very far from the defensive line. There would be where to run if the enemies attacked. It would be fine if they could fight off the enemies, but if they don¡¯t, the consequences would be devastating. Apart from logistics, the First Army also had to ward off the demons and evacuate the civilians. Unlike the boundless, bleak Fertile Plains, there would be so many unknown variables fighting in a foreign country. In consideration of these factors, the General Staff only mentioned that there was a possibility to carry out the battle in the north but did not draft any specific plans. Roland noticed dark circles underneath Edith¡¯s eyes as she entered the meeting room. It seemed that Edith became even more determined to gain the victory after being deceived by Usrook. Roland put down the report and sighed deeply. He hoped that the demons could start the war in the Fertile Plains, but before receiving confirmations from Lightning and Maggie, he could not make judgements based on his personal preference. There was no point in guessing what choice the demons would make. He would rather spend more time thinking about how to win the battle more efficiently from his side than dwelling on something he currently had no clue of. With this thought, Roland rose to his feet. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Nightingale asked with dried fish between her teeth. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the new laboratory,¡± Roland said slowly. ¡°We need to check out how the Radiation Project goes.¡± ¡­ In the laboratory at the North Slope in Neverwinter. ¡°Lady Anna ¡ª ¡± Anna immediately interrupted Lucia White, ¡°I told you. Please don¡¯t call me Lady Anna.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ but I can¡¯t help. You¡¯re the queen,¡± Lucia said while sticking out her tongue and put down the metal piece in her hand. ¡°Here is the material you asked for. If there¡¯s nothing for me to do, then I¡¯ll¡­¡± ¡°Even though I¡¯m the queen, you are still my partner,¡± Anna said as she walked up to Lucia with a smile. ¡°Are you going to the new laboratory?¡± Lucia nodded and said, ¡°Yes, it¡¯s about time.¡± ¡°Then off you go. Take care,¡± Anna said while walking Lucia to the door. ¡°Please come to see me if you exhaust your power or anytime you are free.¡± ¡°I will!¡± Lucia promised as she waved and headed down the hill. Lucia assisted with all kinds of work. She had to visit the chemistry laboratory, the Furnace Area at the mine, and the laboratory at the North Slope. Before the new laboratory was built, she had not got assigned a fixed workplace. Most of the time, she stayed at the North Slope with Anna to help her produce high-quality alloys and slice metal ingots into delicate parts according to Anna¡¯s instructions. This process made Lucia very contented with what she was doing. It was probably because she was making a contribution to make this world a better place. Lucia had come to Neverwinter to cure her sister¡¯s demonic plague. She had never expected to settle down in this city. At first, Lucia had felt guilty to receive so much help from others with nothing to return. But now, she could also do something to assist Lady Anna and the Chief Alchemist in improving this booming city. Gradually, she felt more confident and had more pride. The more Lucia knew about Anna, the more she admired her. It was inconceivable that a witch could make such great changes to a city. Lucia was impressed with Anna¡¯s breadth of knowledge, her talent, and her dedication to the work. Nightingale was the person she trusted most, and Anna was the witch she wanted to become. And now, Lucia found an opportunity. After His Majesty built a brand new laboratory on the southern bank of Redwater River, she had her own workplace. According to His Majesty, her project could possibly change the fate of the entire human race. If the project was successful, she would become the most crucial person in the Battle of Divine Will. Lucia couldn¡¯t help but skipped her way to the laboratory as she thought of her career prospect that would potentially lead her to fulfill her ambition. She crossed the Redriver bridge and paved down toward the south for another several hundred meters until she reached a lofty wall. Unlike those busy plants located between the industrial zone and farmlands, this laboratory was quiet. The trees next to the pavement cast shades on the ground. It was already fall, but the canopy of leaves above her was still verdant green. Occasionally, the tweets of birds, with which silence teemed, pass through the foliage, highlighting the serendipity of the laboratory. Overall, it looked more like a residential area than a laboratory. However, the fully equipped sentries who stood beside the gate indicated that this was not an ordinary residence. When Lucia came into the front yard, the soldiers saluted and opened the door. This was only the first security checkpoint. The building was more heavily guarded as Lucia passed through different section of the yards that was being separated by walls. Everyone had to show their identification before entering the building under the escort of guards. There were few exceptions. Lucia was one of the exceptions. She smiled at the soldiers, passed through numerous security checkpoints, and finally stopped before a white brick edifice. The building was very similar to an ordinary residential building, its external walls smothered in creepers. There was a golden plate hung next to the door, which read ¡ª ¡°Research Institute of High Energy Physics of Neverwinter¡±. Chapter 1190 - " An Important Task" Lucia neither understood what high energy physics meant, nor did she know what her work will be, but she noticed that His Majesty would always pace up and down in front of this plate, as though the words on it contained some miraculous power. Because of this, Lucia became even more enthusiastic about her work. What she was doing in the laboratory was actually not much different from what she used to do in the Furnace Area. However, she had an instinctive feeling that this must be something extraordinary. ¡°Hey, you¡¯re here,¡± Azima, who had been resting in her chair with her eyes shut, sat up and greeted Lucia as she entered the inner yard. ¡°Good, good afternoon,¡± Lucia replied politely. ¡°It¡¯s so warm and comfortable in here that it makes you easily fall asleep,¡± Azima yawned as she stretched her body. ¡°So, shall we begin?¡± ¡°Sure. Thank you for your help.¡± Azima waved her hands and said, ¡°Don¡¯t mention it. I¡¯m your assistant, so I¡¯m obligated to follow your instructions. We¡¯ve worked together for a while, so we don¡¯t need to be so formal. Plus¡­¡± Azima¡¯s voice tailed away, her mumble voice carried to Lucia by the warm wind. ¡°There¡¯s nothing to complain about when you could earn two gold royals every month just by sitting here.¡± Lucia stifled her laughter. Truth be told, she was a little afraid of Azima, as she had also heard from Wendy about the internal conflict on the Sleeping Island. This red-haired witch with sharp facial features was the leader of her clique, and she did talk and act in a trenchant manner with the air of haughtiness. Therefore, when King Roland had appointed Azima as her assistant, Lucia had been quite unnerved, doubting if she was competent to be the superintendent of this new research institute. Nevertheless, after working with Azima for several months, Lucia found Azima was not as scary as she had thought. Although she did occasionally complain about Princess Tilly, and sometimes even about His Majesty, overall, Aizama was a dutiful and hard-working assistant. She was also very sensitive about her salaries and often blurted out some random comments such as ¡°I¡¯ll prove myself¡±, ¡°Just you wait, Nightingale¡±, and ¡°I can support myself perfectly¡±, which Lucia found quite amusing. ¡°Alright then. Let¡¯s begin,¡± Lucia said as she opened her closet and handed Azima a white protection clothing.¡± The first step was to create a barrier between themselves and the external environment. Not only were they forbidden to touch the subject of their research, but they also had to breathe through a special filter as well. Roland had specifically stressed that the purified research material was highly toxic. A tiny little amount would be sufficient to kill anyone who touched or inhaled it. To prevent such unfortunate events, Roland required the researchers to check each other¡¯s clothing, especially the parts they could not check by themselves, before proceeding with the research. After they pulled on the radiation suit, Azima gave a thumbs-up. Then, the pair went into an open yard. The ground was neatly lined up with tons of green slabs. Except that they have a darker color, they looked almost the same as the bricks produced at the Furnace Area. However, these bricks were exceptionally heavy as though they were out of metal instead of stone. Lucia picked up one slab and applied her magic power to it. The slab was a bit hot after basking in the sunlight for a long time, but the high temperature did not affect her use of power. She could see the slab in her hand turn into a mixture of colorful compounds, some of which were glinting. However, the material required by Roland only took up a very small portion of the mixture, which sprinkled on the surface of the slab like specks of ink. Nevertheless, this was much better than extracting the material directly from ores at the North Slope. Slowly, those color blocks began to move, reassembled, and finally converted into four separate larger blocks. The largest color block was disposed of. The other three blocks were all in different sizes. The smallest of them, which was only the size of an individual salt particle, was the silver, toxic material that Roland required. Lucia put the material into a glass jar gently and set it aside. The other two metal blocks were much larger, one of them was the size of an almond, and the other one was the size of a half of a nail. They were also silver, so the only way to separate them was through magic. The bigger of the two was sent to Anna in a basket for further processing, which was later used to test the new machine she was working on. The smaller one was placed in a lead box, and a new box would be used once the first one reached five kilograms. It would take Lucia two to three days to extract so many metal blocks if she didn¡¯t have other schedule. As these slabs were all building materials used by the radiation clan, they had already been purified earlier. Compared to raw ores, these slabs were much easier to work with. Lucia rose and opened up her hands to Azima after she finished one slab. This was also one of the rules set out by Roland. Azima had to confirm that there was no particle residue at the scene or on Lucia¡¯s clothes before Lucia could work on a new slab. Azima could detect even the slightest trace of the material with her ability. Around two hours later, Lucia exhausted her power. ¡°Let¡¯s call it a day,¡± Azima said as she helped Lucia to stand. ¡°We have to study in the evening. If you shut down now, we¡¯ll have to carry you back to the castle.¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Lucia assented with a nod. ¡°You¡¯re¡­ right.¡± Not only did Lucia feel tired, but she also felt stuffy in her radiation suit. There was no point in continuing to work in such an uncomfortable condition. The two girls took off their clothes and had a shower. It was around dusk, and they could hear the creepers outside the window rustling as a cool breeze blew upon their cheeks. Lucia heaved a deep sigh, feeling refreshed. Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, ¡°You did a great job.¡± Lucia turned around and saw Roland walked into the yard with a smile, followed by Nightingale who had two blue bottles of Chaos Drinks in her hand. ¡°This is ¡ª ¡± Azima stammered, a little surprised. ¡°This is a reward only for you. Don¡¯t tell anyone,¡± Roland said secretly while spreading out his hands. ¡°Th-thank you,¡± Azima said as she stiffly took the bottle. Lucia had couldn¡¯t wait but pried open the lid. As the refreshing beverage traveled through her throat, she had forgotten all about the work and her great ambition. After both of them drained the bottles, Roland asked, ¡°So how¡¯s it going?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve separated them as you instructed,¡± Lucia replied as she led Roland into a room and opened a cabinet. There were dozens of neatly arranged lead boxes in there. Chapter 1191 - Rare Element Chapter 1191: Rare Element Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland picked up a lead box and weighed the silver metal on his hand. Before it was activated, it was no different from ordinary iron. The metal was harmless as long as you did not consume it. It was inconceivable that this piece of metal contained an immense amount of energy that did not really fit its small and innocent appearance. However, this was the very element that enabled men to convert mass energy for the first time. This was on a whole new level compared to chemical reactions. There were roughly fifty lead boxes in the cabinet, each containing one kilogram of Uranium-235 that was almost purified, which added up to fifty kilograms in total. And there were more than one such cabinet in the room. If he activated all the uranium in this room together¡­ Then he would probably release real ¡°high energy¡±. ¡°Can they really produce what you call ¡®the Glory of the Sun¡¯?¡± Nightingale asked curiously. ¡°Will they really explode upon ignition? It seems to me that they aren¡¯t combustible at all.¡± ¡°Do you want to know?¡± Roland said in amusement. ¡°It¡¯s much simpler than you thought. We just need to put these metal ingots together, and they¡¯ll explode as bright as the sun. The uranium in this one single cabinet will be more than enough to raze Neverwinter to the ground. That¡¯s why Lucia has a great responsibility. If she accidentally ¡ª ¡± The room suddenly fell into a dread silence. Lucia covered her hand to her mouth, looking terrified. ¡°¡­ There¡¯s no way.¡± At long last, Azima spoke in sheer disbelief, ¡°Are you saying that we might wreck the whole city if we¡¯re careless?¡± Hearing these words, Nightingale immediately snatched the lead box from Roland, put it back to the cabinet, and attempted to drag him out of the room. ¡°Oi¡­ wait, what are you doing?¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that obvious?¡± Nightingale said desperately. ¡°I¡¯m getting you out of this city and ask people to get rid of these things! Lucia, call Wendy to contact the Administrative Office right now!¡± ¡°I¡­ I¡¯ll go see Princess Tilly,¡± Azima said. ¡°Only she could mobilize the Sleeping Spell to take action.¡± ¡°Stop! I was just joking ¡ª ¡± Roland yelled. It took him quite a while to calm everyone down. ¡°Are you sure this is just a joke?¡± Nightingale grunted. ¡°Ahem, yes¡­ this is just a theory,¡± Roland added quickly. ¡°It¡¯s not that simple to activate these elements. I can¡¯t guarantee that it¡¯ll be successful to be honest even if I use all my power.¡± Lucia heaved a sigh of relief and said, ¡°Your Majesty¡­ you scared the hell out of me.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t funny,¡± Nightingale said accusingly as she glared at Roland. ¡°If Wendy and Scroll heard this, whether this is a joke or not ¡ª ¡± ¡°They would probably move the new institute to somewhere far away from Neverwinter, right?¡± Roland sighed. ¡°I¡¯m glad you know that, or they¡¯ll probably just get you far away from.¡± ¡°Alright then. Let¡¯s just forget about this conversation¡­¡± Roland said after clearing his throat. ¡°As long as you all keep this to yourself, Wendy and Scroll will never know.¡± ¡°But someone might already hear it,¡± Nightingale said casually as she looked out the window. ¡°Then I will reward you one bottle of Chaos Drinks to cut off any information,¡± Roland negotiated immediately. ¡°Deal,¡± Nightingale said and disappeared from their sight. Looking at goggling Lucia and Azima, Roland said with a shrug, ¡°Er¡­ never mind that. It is also a part of the joke.¡± Seconds later, Nightingale reappeared and reported, ¡°No suspicious figures were found, but the deal ¡ª ¡± ¡°Remains valid.¡± Finally satisfied, Nightingale ate her precious dried fish while humming. ¡°Well¡­ Your Majesty,¡± Azima said gravely after a moment of hesitation. ¡°It wasn¡¯t all a joke, was it? Because you said earlier that we must weigh the material accurately. Each lead box has to be precisely four kilograms. You also stressed that we need to weigh the material with the container together to make sure that the metal in each box has exactly the same weight.¡± Azima paused for a second and continued, ¡°Also, you told us that we should ask the guards to block off the surrounding area in the event of a break in or an accident before coming to see you in the castle. You said we must not investigate on our own, which shows that¡­ these metal pieces are indeed kind of dangerous, right?¡± Mildly surprised, Roland replied, ¡°You¡¯re quite observant. Yes, most of your inference is correct. Apart from its toxicity, weight is also another crucial factor. That¡¯s why I asked you to separate them.¡± Roland was impressed with Azima¡¯s meticulous attention to detail. She could deduce the property of the research subject based on the research protocol. Probably that was how she had developed her tracking ability. ¡°However, if we want to turn them into a weapon against the demons, we also need another thing.¡± ¡°Are you referring to those particles we stored separately?¡± Azima asked immediately. ¡°Not quite, but you are almost correct.¡± The composition of raw uranium was very complicated. Apart from uranium compounds, there were also many other radioactive materials, most of which were secondary daughter products that either had lost their radioactivity and become a stable atomic element, or they were elements that were still in the process of radioactive decay. Although the radiation clan had purified ores when they had built the Temple of the Cursed, the composition of these raw materials had not changed much, and this is shown by Lucia¡¯s result. Uranium 238 had the highest percentage among other elements. Although it could not be used to produce weapons, it could be recognized by the Magic Ceremony Cube, and it had very similar properties to Uranium 235, so they were all sent to the laboratory at the North Slope. Uranium-235 with a purity of more than 90% could be used as a weapon. It only accounted for 1% of natural uranium found in the Earth¡¯s crust. Therefore, the biggest problem for most researchers was how to extract it. However, Uranium 235 was not the rarest element on Earth. Its daughter products, such as thorium, radium, radon, and polonium, were even rarer. In fact, Roland also needed polonium-210, the common isotope that could be found in nature, for his Radiation Project. Roland had received nine-year compulsory education in his previous world, so he knew very well about radium and polonium. Maria Curie made her fame through the discovery of these two elements. Despite the fact that polonium-210 only had a short half-life of a hundred days with an extremely small concentration, Maria Curie had still successfully discovered it from the mineral pitchblende based on its powerful radioactivity. Both radium and polonium could be used to produce neutron sources, and this led to the second problem: detonation. The first generation of nuclear weapons was pretty simple. Basically, the mechanism was to let fissionable nuclides release energy. Take uranium-235 for example. When uranium-235 received a neutron, it was activated and became unstable uranium-236 that further splitted into two lighter nuclides and several isolated neutrons. The change in the mass of nuclides was thus converted to energy. The released neutrons thus hit the nuclides again, initiating subsequent fissions, and released greater energy. Such a series of fissions was what people normally referred to as the nuclear chain reaction. In the microscopic world, atomic nuclei were wide apart from each other. If an atom was a football field, then the nucleus was as small as an ant in the middle of the field. To make sure that the nucleus was hit, the football field had to be large enough so that the neutrons would not fly out of range. Also, this ant had to be also placed on the path of the neutrons. To adjust the size of this football field, they had to adjust the mass and shape of the nuclides. In fact, critical mass was not a fixed number. It also depended on the shape of the nuclides and a series of complex calculations. Apparently, it was easier to hit the ant when the football field was stacked up than when it was arrayed in a line. Roland had heard a miserable defeat in a war because of miscalculations. Nevertheless, as his predecessors had done the complicated and tedious research for him, Roland did not need to start from scratch and perform tons of experiments. He already knew that spheres had the smallest critical mass, and that for uranium-235, its critical mass was fifty two kilograms. That was the reason he insisted that each lead box should be no more than one kilogram. Since critical mass was adjustable, Roland could, theoretically, reduce the critical mass by shrinking the size of the football field or providing more neutrons. High-explosive bombs were actually created using the former method. When the explosion occurred, its reactants were squeezed. The density of the bomb thus exceeded its limit. However, due to the limitation in the current technologies in Neverwinter, Roland did not think he could calculate the correct critical mass to precisely control the explosion. As such, he directed his attention to the latter method. To use neutrons and maintain a sustained and controlled nuclear reaction. Chapter 1192 - A Wind Chaser Chapter 1192: A Wind Chaser Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Neutron sources, which could be classified as catalyst, provided extra neutrons that could sustain the chain reaction even when Uranium-235 was under its critical mass. Technically, both polonium and radium separated from natural uranium could form compounds with beryllium to serve as neutron sources. Roland did not foresee any technical difficulties, for polonium could release a large number of neutrons when colliding with alpha particles. All of the three elements were existing in nature, which saved them a lot of time to create elements artificially. Roland preferred polonium to radium purely out of safety concerns. Although polonium-210 had a short half-life, it released very few photons upon a decay, which meant it was no more dangerous than inactive uranium. However, radium, which released radon and photons upon activation, posed a potential safety hazard. As such, polonium was a better candidate to provide neutrons. Further, beryllium could reflect neutrons and further increased the possibility for neutrons to interact with other elements. By combining polonium and beryllium, along with a sufficient amount of uranium-235, even the simplest gun model could be lethal. In addition to that, beryllium was a common element in emeralds that were quite accessible in the Four Kingdoms, so Azima did not have to search for them in the wilderness. Roland knew very well about Neverwinter¡¯s current level of techonology. The principle of the Resplendent Radiation was simple, but to signicantly improve the utilization rate of energy from 1% to 90%, it required tons of theoretical calculations and numerous tests. If the conversion rate was low, he would not be able to reduce the size of the weapons and would thus waste precious uranium resources. Fortunately, Lucia¡¯s ability minimized the loss arising from the uranium extraction. Nevertheless, even with a minimal loss, creating a nuclear weapon from scratch still involved various advanced technologies. Nuclear weapons¡¯ destructive power was phenomenal compared to regular explosives. Even 1% of uranium could release unparalleled energy. Roland had to make every effort to win this battle that would decide the fate of the mankind. To held the power of the Sun in your palms in this uncivilized era, wasn¡¯t it a type of romance? He would like to give it a shot no matter how impossible it seemed. ¡°Very well, keep up the good work,¡± Roland said as he patted Lucia on the head. ¡°Once all the cabinets are filled with lead boxes, we can start on the tests.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Lucia said fervently. In the meantime, in the Aerial Knight Academy of Neverwinter. The area to the west of the research institute was quite today, for all the students were on a break visiting their families, except for Good. ¡°Upwind, gear down!¡± ¡°Crosswind, roll over!¡± Good seated himself in front of the mock flight deck, practicing according to the instructions in the Flight Manual by changing the setting of the wind directions. The wooden rod creaked like a battered, weathered watermill. The air in the training room was sultry and balmy. His back was dampened with perspiration, and sweat dripped down his chin on the shabby deck. Gradually, his hand became so wet that he could not keep a tight grip on the lever. Good thus stopped and heaved a deep sigh. After learning to fly for almost half a year, Good had engraved the basic instructions in the Flight Manual written by Princess Tilly in his memories. He was no longer that lay man who got easily flustered by the movements of the plane. Now, Good had memorized all the instructions and developed quick reflexes. His body would react almost automatically to his mind. But Good doubted if he could really fly a plane. He could not envision the picture where he actually maneuvered a plane against the wind by himself. The Manual suggested that he should ¡°feel the wind force and wind direction, sense the movement of the aircraft and operate the plane accordingly¡±. However, he did not understand what kind of feeling that was. The mock flight deck remained motionless all the same no matter how he shifted the gear, as though it were laughing at his futile attempts with an air of derision. The more Good practiced, the more frustrated he became. While he was feeling extremely discouraged, the door of the training room was suddenly flung open. ¡°Oho, you¡¯re really here.¡± ¡°Told you. I was right, wasn¡¯t I?¡± Good looked around, and very surprisingly, saw two men step into the room, who were none other than his team members, Finkin and Hinds. ¡°Not having fun during your break?¡± Finkin whistled. ¡°Well, that¡¯s because fun is right here in the school.¡± ¡°Why are you still here. You have a sister, don¡¯t you?¡± Hinds rejoined as he flung his arm around Good¡¯s neck. ¡°She asked me to tell you that you should take a good rest. That¡¯s¡­ so sweet of her.¡± Good¡¯s manner tightened. He asked sternly, ¡°Hold on, did you guys visit my place?¡± ¡°Of course, otherwise where should we go find you?¡± Finkin said matter-of-factly, his brows raised. ¡°Her name is Rachel, right? Do you mind introducing her to me?¡± ¡°Out of the question,¡± Good retorted fiercely while shooting Finkin a cold glance. ¡°Aren¡¯t we good enough?¡± Finkin said indignantly. ¡°I have a proper house near Redwater River!¡± Good lapsed into a thoughtful silence and then shook his head. ¡°No, it has nothing to do with you. My sister¡­ Rachel has her own problem. I don¡¯t think she would like to be with you.¡± ¡°Why? I think she¡¯s sweet,¡± Hinds asked in confusion. ¡°Come. Spit it out,¡± Finkin urged in curiosity. ¡°Drop it,¡± Good replied gruffly. ¡°Let¡¯s talk about something else. What did you mean by ¡°fun is here in the school?¡± Finkin did not insist but lowered his voice and replied fugitively, ¡°Do you want to fly a real plane?¡± Astonished, Good said, ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°I saw it a few days ago when I climbed over the wall,¡± Finkin said with a triumphant smile. ¡°There are new planes in the hangar. Although they¡¯re covered with canvas, I could see they¡¯re about the same size of the ¡®Unicorn¡¯ piloted by Princess Tilly. In other words, those are our planes!¡± ¡°A few days ago? Why didn¡¯t you tell us back then?¡± ¡°Because I don¡¯t want you to be too excited and blabber about it,¡± Finkin said while shrugging. ¡°We¡¯re on a break, so few people are in the academy. That gives us a great chance to have a peek at them!¡± ¡°Are you mental?¡± Good said in disbelief. ¡°Without permission, nobody is allowed to get in there!¡± ¡°Surely those soldiers won¡¯t let you in,¡± Finkin said while rolling his eyes at Good. ¡°So we must take another route and go around the airport.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°We¡¯re just taking a look,¡± Hinds egged on. ¡°You should have noticed that Princess Tilly looks sulky recently and is more strict with us. So it would probably be another two months before we could actually fly them. Don¡¯t you want to know what our planes look like, or you actually prefer this stupid wooden deck?¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t come with us, we¡¯ll go without you,¡± Finkin said as he winked at Good. Good stared at the rickety wooden rod while savoring the sense of loss that lingered upon his heart. After what seemed to be a long internal struggle, Good bit his lip and agreed with a nod, ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll come. Show me the way.¡± Chapter 1193 - A Wind Chaser (II) The academy was empty just as Finkin had said. The three thus passed through various buildings and stopped in front of a towering wall. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°This is the west side of the airport,¡± Finkin said as he brought a wooden ladder and erect it against the wall. ¡°Follow me.¡± Good hesitated for a moment before he climbed up the ladder. The moment he reached the top of the wall, an involuntary exclamation escaped from his lips. A swollen red sun was sinking low over the water. The glittery ocean splintered into flecks of gold in the sweltering sunset, and the sky was awash with sheets of blue and yellow. Layers of cloud sloped down to the horizon, below which was the vast emptiness of the airport that would potentially lead them to the sky. Sea breezes dispelled the irritation that smote upon Good¡¯s heart. He closed his eyes and, with his arms stretched, imagined himself clasping on the operation lever while waiting to take off. ¡°A very nice view, eh?¡± Finkin said while grinning. ¡°I found this fabulous peeping spot. Just be careful not to fall off the wall.¡± Hinds asked behind them, ¡°So¡­ what next?¡± ¡°Naturally we should go there, but we have to take the ladder with us.¡± Finkin said as he pointed at the hangar not far away. They first saw the ¡°Seagull¡± parked out there. The hangar was actually not very far from them as its edge was only about two meters away from the wall. Because of the intense balance training they had received, they could now easily walk along the top of the wall, and reached their destination within fifteen minutes. The hangar was two to three meters taller than the wall, so they could not clamber onto the roof. However, its windows and the wall were on the same level, so they could peep through the windowpanes while stretching themselves up on their tiptoes. ¡°Covered planes¡­ covered planes¡­ I saw them!¡± Finkin yelled. Good¡¯s eyes followed Finkin¡¯s, and his chest constricted. There were four uncovered biplanes in one of the hangars. Good¡¯s eyes were glued to their smooth and elegant bodies. His heart swelled with excitement as the knowledge that he would one day operate them struck him. Who cared about knights? They were nothing next to an aerial knight who could fly in the sky! Finkin placed the ladder against the window and clapped his hands smugly. ¡°Well, we didn¡¯t step into the airport, so technically, we aren¡¯t breaking the rules.¡± Good knew that was a pretty tenuous argument, but he could not help crawling into the hangar through the window. To his surprise, for the first time since his training, Good felt calm. After they landed, Finkin and Hinds rushed to the closest plane while Good sauntered behind them. ¡°Whoa, this is¡­ spectacular!¡± Hinds apostrophized as he touched the plane. ¡°It¡¯s metal.¡± ¡°Yes, and it¡¯s as thin as skin. Look ¡ª ¡± Finkin agreed as he pressed his fingers on it, and a dent immediately appeared on the surface. ¡°I wonder how they made it.¡± ¡°Oi, take it easy. You don¡¯t want to break it.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s quite bouncy.¡± ¡°Really? Let me try¡­¡± Good did not marvel at the plane like his two friends. Instead, he crawled into it as if led by a mysterious force and proceeded to the front of the aircraft. According to the illustration on the cover of the Flight Manual, this was the exact spot Princess Tilly was sitting at while soaring above the continent and the sea. Good thus sat in the pilot seat. So this was the world in an aerial knight¡¯s eyes. The wings above and the carriage on both sides obscured half of his vision, which forced Good to look straight ahead. He could even smell the leather chair. The flight instruments were encased in clear glass. Both the operation lever and the pedals were made of metal, the top part of the lever was wrapped in soft fabrics that afforded a nice, comfortable touch. Good grabbed the lever and geared down. The lever creaked. Unlike the wooden lever he had been practicing with, Good did feel he was pulling something. The quivering steel string and the increasingly heavy lever told him that the sensation was real. ¡°Good Lord, what are you doing?¡± Hinds¡¯ voice cracked through the air like a whip that jerked Good out of his musings. ¡°Er¡­¡± Good stammered and instantly relinquishing his grip. ¡°I¡¯m just¡­¡± ¡°Practicing?¡± Finkin jeered. ¡°Who said we were mental earlier? Now who has sneaked into the cockpit? Didn¡¯t we agree to just take a look?¡± ¡°Sorry, I couldn¡¯t help¡­¡± ¡°Rest assured,¡± Finkin interrupted. ¡°I don¡¯t think you¡¯ll break it because we¡¯re told to do so during the training. But be fast. I want to try it out too.¡± ¡°Hang on,¡± Good said, a little reluctant. ¡°I just geared down. Do you want to sit in the backseat first?¡± ¡°And what about me?¡± Hinds protested as he climbed up the wing. While they were fighting for the seat, there was suddenly a screech of an open lock. Good¡¯s face turned white with great trepidation. Terrified, Hinds said, ¡°Why¡­ why would they come here at this time?¡± ¡°What should we do?¡± Finkin was the only one who seemed to be composed. He said, ¡°We don¡¯t have time to run. Hide first!¡± However, there was not a single hiding place in the large hangar, and the pilot seat was too small for three grown-up men. Before they could get off the plane, someone had already arrived. ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± ¡°Freeze!¡± With several clicks, Good found himself surrounded by the First Army. Petrified, the three were soon pinned to the ground. ¡°What happened?¡± a voice came as they saw a familiar figure approach them. It was none other than Princess Tilly Wimbledon. ¡°Invaders?¡± Finkin shouted in exasperation before the guards could supply an answer, ¡°Your Highness, we¡¯re sorry. We are all students at the Aerial Knight Academy. Out of curiosity, we came here to have a look at the planes. Please have mercy on us!¡± Apparently, Finkin also knew that they were not supposed to be here. Good had a feeling that they were in big trouble. After hearing the full account, Princess Tilly nodded expressionlessly and said, ¡°I see. According to the school rules, you¡¯ll all receive detention of at least 15 days and be disqualified from becoming an aerial knight. You can choose what you want to be in the future between a busboy and ground staff. Let your officer know.¡± ¡°As, as you command¡­¡± Finkin and Hinds replied while screwing up their faces. Good¡¯s heart sank to the bottom. Suddenly, courage seared through him as the guards began to shuffle them out. He raised his head and shouted in earnest, ¡°Your Highness, please! I want to be a pilot. I would do anything if you could spare me this time! I¡¯m at a loss in the training sessions, so I came here to feel the actual thing, not only out of curiosity!¡± ¡°Really?¡± Tilly said, her brows raised. ¡°Are you referring to¡­ a feeling?¡± ¡°Yes, my actions didn¡¯t coordinate with the instructions in the manual. Although I was flying, I couldn¡¯t sense the wind¡­ Well, that isn¡¯t quite accurate. It¡¯s something¡­¡± Good explained as he tried to find a proper word to describe his feeling. ¡°I can¡¯t put it into words. I only know that I didn¡¯t feel it right¡­¡± ¡°He¡¯s blabbering. It¡¯s all nonsense.¡± ¡°Is this guy crazy?¡± ¡°Get him out of here. He annoys Princess Tilly.¡± The guards conversed with each other. Tilly took a searching look at Good and said, ¡°You¡¯re Good, right? Eagle Face told me that you¡¯re doing pretty well in all subjects. You were the first to get used to the training and are also very hard-working.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Tilly cut across him haughtily, ¡°So what do you think of riding on a plane?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Good said, flabberghasted. ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you needed to feel it? So what now? Do you think you could fly?¡± Good hesitated for a second, his hands clenched, and replied, ¡°Your Highness¡­ I think I can.¡± ¡°Then try it out,¡± Tilly said as she turned around without looking at him. ¡°In fact, I¡¯m planning to train you guys on a real plane tomorrow. For other students, they¡¯re allowed to fail but you aren¡¯t. If you fail, I¡¯ll expel you. Of course, you could also choose to be punished. That¡¯s up to you.¡± ¡°I want to fly,¡± Good replied decidedly. ¡°Very well,¡± Tilly said. ¡°I¡¯ll also let the other two choose what way they want to go.¡±### Chapter 1193: A Wind Chaser (II) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The academy was empty just as Finkin had said. The three thus passed through various buildings and stopped in front of a towering wall. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°This is the west side of the airport,¡± Finkin said as he brought a wooden ladder and erect it against the wall. ¡°Follow me.¡± Good hesitated for a moment before he climbed up the ladder. The moment he reached the top of the wall, an involuntary exclamation escaped from his lips. A swollen red sun was sinking low over the water. The glittery ocean splintered into flecks of gold in the sweltering sunset, and the sky was awash with sheets of blue and yellow. Layers of cloud sloped down to the horizon, below which was the vast emptiness of the airport that would potentially lead them to the sky. Sea breezes dispelled the irritation that smote upon Good¡¯s heart. He closed his eyes and, with his arms stretched, imagined himself clasping on the operation lever while waiting to take off. ¡°A very nice view, eh?¡± Finkin said while grinning. ¡°I found this fabulous peeping spot. Just be careful not to fall off the wall.¡± Hinds asked behind them, ¡°So¡­ what next?¡± ¡°Naturally we should go there, but we have to take the ladder with us.¡± Finkin said as he pointed at the hangar not far away. They first saw the ¡°Seagull¡± parked out there. The hangar was actually not very far from them as its edge was only about two meters away from the wall. Because of the intense balance training they had received, they could now easily walk along the top of the wall, and reached their destination within fifteen minutes. The hangar was two to three meters taller than the wall, so they could not clamber onto the roof. However, its windows and the wall were on the same level, so they could peep through the windowpanes while stretching themselves up on their tiptoes. ¡°Covered planes¡­ covered planes¡­ I saw them!¡± Finkin yelled. Good¡¯s eyes followed Finkin¡¯s, and his chest constricted. There were four uncovered biplanes in one of the hangars. Good¡¯s eyes were glued to their smooth and elegant bodies. His heart swelled with excitement as the knowledge that he would one day operate them struck him. Who cared about knights? They were nothing next to an aerial knight who could fly in the sky! Finkin placed the ladder against the window and clapped his hands smugly. ¡°Well, we didn¡¯t step into the airport, so technically, we aren¡¯t breaking the rules.¡± Good knew that was a pretty tenuous argument, but he could not help crawling into the hangar through the window. To his surprise, for the first time since his training, Good felt calm. After they landed, Finkin and Hinds rushed to the closest plane while Good sauntered behind them. ¡°Whoa, this is¡­ spectacular!¡± Hinds apostrophized as he touched the plane. ¡°It¡¯s metal.¡± ¡°Yes, and it¡¯s as thin as skin. Look ¡ª ¡± Finkin agreed as he pressed his fingers on it, and a dent immediately appeared on the surface. ¡°I wonder how they made it.¡± ¡°Oi, take it easy. You don¡¯t want to break it.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s quite bouncy.¡± ¡°Really? Let me try¡­¡± Good did not marvel at the plane like his two friends. Instead, he crawled into it as if led by a mysterious force and proceeded to the front of the aircraft. According to the illustration on the cover of the Flight Manual, this was the exact spot Princess Tilly was sitting at while soaring above the continent and the sea. Good thus sat in the pilot seat. So this was the world in an aerial knight¡¯s eyes. The wings above and the carriage on both sides obscured half of his vision, which forced Good to look straight ahead. He could even smell the leather chair. The flight instruments were encased in clear glass. Both the operation lever and the pedals were made of metal, the top part of the lever was wrapped in soft fabrics that afforded a nice, comfortable touch. Good grabbed the lever and geared down. The lever creaked. Unlike the wooden lever he had been practicing with, Good did feel he was pulling something. The quivering steel string and the increasingly heavy lever told him that the sensation was real. ¡°Good Lord, what are you doing?¡± Hinds¡¯ voice cracked through the air like a whip that jerked Good out of his musings. ¡°Er¡­¡± Good stammered and instantly relinquishing his grip. ¡°I¡¯m just¡­¡± ¡°Practicing?¡± Finkin jeered. ¡°Who said we were mental earlier? Now who has sneaked into the cockpit? Didn¡¯t we agree to just take a look?¡± ¡°Sorry, I couldn¡¯t help¡­¡± ¡°Rest assured,¡± Finkin interrupted. ¡°I don¡¯t think you¡¯ll break it because we¡¯re told to do so during the training. But be fast. I want to try it out too.¡± ¡°Hang on,¡± Good said, a little reluctant. ¡°I just geared down. Do you want to sit in the backseat first?¡± ¡°And what about me?¡± Hinds protested as he climbed up the wing. While they were fighting for the seat, there was suddenly a screech of an open lock. Good¡¯s face turned white with great trepidation. Terrified, Hinds said, ¡°Why¡­ why would they come here at this time?¡± ¡°What should we do?¡± Finkin was the only one who seemed to be composed. He said, ¡°We don¡¯t have time to run. Hide first!¡± However, there was not a single hiding place in the large hangar, and the pilot seat was too small for three grown-up men. Before they could get off the plane, someone had already arrived. ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± ¡°Freeze!¡± With several clicks, Good found himself surrounded by the First Army. Petrified, the three were soon pinned to the ground. ¡°What happened?¡± a voice came as they saw a familiar figure approach them. It was none other than Princess Tilly Wimbledon. ¡°Invaders?¡± Finkin shouted in exasperation before the guards could supply an answer, ¡°Your Highness, we¡¯re sorry. We are all students at the Aerial Knight Academy. Out of curiosity, we came here to have a look at the planes. Please have mercy on us!¡± Apparently, Finkin also knew that they were not supposed to be here. Good had a feeling that they were in big trouble. After hearing the full account, Princess Tilly nodded expressionlessly and said, ¡°I see. According to the school rules, you¡¯ll all receive detention of at least 15 days and be disqualified from becoming an aerial knight. You can choose what you want to be in the future between a busboy and ground staff. Let your officer know.¡± ¡°As, as you command¡­¡± Finkin and Hinds replied while screwing up their faces. Good¡¯s heart sank to the bottom. Suddenly, courage seared through him as the guards began to shuffle them out. He raised his head and shouted in earnest, ¡°Your Highness, please! I want to be a pilot. I would do anything if you could spare me this time! I¡¯m at a loss in the training sessions, so I came here to feel the actual thing, not only out of curiosity!¡± ¡°Really?¡± Tilly said, her brows raised. ¡°Are you referring to¡­ a feeling?¡± ¡°Yes, my actions didn¡¯t coordinate with the instructions in the manual. Although I was flying, I couldn¡¯t sense the wind¡­ Well, that isn¡¯t quite accurate. It¡¯s something¡­¡± Good explained as he tried to find a proper word to describe his feeling. ¡°I can¡¯t put it into words. I only know that I didn¡¯t feel it right¡­¡± ¡°He¡¯s blabbering. It¡¯s all nonsense.¡± ¡°Is this guy crazy?¡± ¡°Get him out of here. He annoys Princess Tilly.¡± The guards conversed with each other. Tilly took a searching look at Good and said, ¡°You¡¯re Good, right? Eagle Face told me that you¡¯re doing pretty well in all subjects. You were the first to get used to the training and are also very hard-working.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Tilly cut across him haughtily, ¡°So what do you think of riding on a plane?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Good said, flabberghasted. ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you needed to feel it? So what now? Do you think you could fly?¡± Good hesitated for a second, his hands clenched, and replied, ¡°Your Highness¡­ I think I can.¡± ¡°Then try it out,¡± Tilly said as she turned around without looking at him. ¡°In fact, I¡¯m planning to train you guys on a real plane tomorrow. For other students, they¡¯re allowed to fail but you aren¡¯t. If you fail, I¡¯ll expel you. Of course, you could also choose to be punished. That¡¯s up to you.¡± ¡°I want to fly,¡± Good replied decidedly. ¡°Very well,¡± Tilly said. ¡°I¡¯ll also let the other two choose what way they want to go.¡± Chapter 1194 - The Only Request After dinner, Tilly told Roland what had happened at the airport. ¡°Because of¡­ a feeling?¡± Roland said, a little surprised at the reason Tilly had changed her mind. ¡°What? Not a good reason for you?¡± Tilly said while folding her arms. ¡°Well, you made all the school rules for the Aerial Knight Academy, so you¡¯re the boss,¡± Roland denied while waving his hand. ¡°I¡¯m just curious about what that feeling refers to.¡± ¡°It means talent. You really don¡¯t know anything about flying,¡± Tilly said while shrugging. ¡°For ordinary people, they simply follow the instructions in the manual mechanically, but some people could visualize their action. These people could foresee the result of their actions beforehand.¡± ¡°Er¡­ that sounds really amazing,¡± Roland commented indifferently while twitching his lips. He admitted that he had no knowledge of flying. If it was not for Tilly, he would probably never be able to train so many aerial knights. Tilly helped him a lot to build, test, improve, and finalize the plane and train new pilots. Normally, it would take a few decades to build an actual plane based on the blueprints collected from the Dream World and apply it to militeray operations. Having said that, a plane was essentially a machine. Wouldn¡¯t it be enough to follow the instructions and keep practicing if someone wanted to learn how to operate it? ¡°Because I have that talent too,¡± Tilly said regretfully. ¡°The fact that you can¡¯t visualize it means that you don¡¯t have the talent. If you were a student of the Aerial Knight Academy, you would probably be knocked out of the school, brother.¡± ¡°Ahem¡­¡± Roland almost choked as he heard Nightingale stifle her laugh behind him. ¡°Are you under the impression that we could be pilots as long as we practice?¡± Tilly said as though seeing the thought in Roland¡¯s mind. ¡°It¡¯s true that some people could develop reflexes after numerous practices, but being able to feel is also a talent, although it¡¯s not as fast as the former method. Most people probably would never develop such an ability. Flying would be the most they could achieve. Between the two, who do you think will have a higher chance of surviving a battle?¡± Roland fell silent. Without a doubt, the gifted ones would have a better chance. They normally learned much faster than ordinary people, as they possessed the ability to learn from their experience. However, common people could barely survive. In other words, it took talented students less time to learn and absorb new knowledge. ¡°But that¡¯s not always the case,¡± Roland said after a short pause. ¡°Maybe he was just lucky and happened to have the right answer.¡± ¡°So that was why I asked him to fly,¡± Tilly said casually. ¡°¡­ What about the other two?¡± ¡°They chose to fly too.¡± ¡°Really?¡¯ Roland said while blinking in surprise. ¡°I¡¯m impressed with their bravery. Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s a pity to expel them?¡± Being expelled from school was a severe punishment, especially when this particular school was managed by the princess. This meant the expelled students would have a record, and it would be a lot harder for them to seek other employment in the future. Busboys and ground staff were actually paid well, and they were relatively stable jobs. The academy also offered them medical and housing benefits. There were less than 200 pilot trainees in Neverwinter, so Roland cherished every one of them. ¡°The Aerial Knight Academy doesn¡¯t need untalented students. Bravery would only lead them to an early death. It¡¯s better for them to leave now than later,¡± Tilly said in a low voice. There was a strained silence. Roland got two drinks for both of them, and Tilly changed the subject. ¡°By the way, I came here for my new plane. Any update on that?¡± Roland¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He knew Tilly must have some important business to discuss. ¡°I think we should take this matter slow. We need you to build the air force. You¡¯ll pose a greater threat to the demons if you stay in Neverwinter ¡ª ¡± Tilly did not respond but her eyes were glistening with inflexible determination. Roland breathed out a deep sigh. Tilly was not referring to the ¡°Unicorn¡± but a more powerful military aircraft. After Tilly had cried hysterically in his chest like a defenseless child that night over Ashes¡¯ death, she had told Roland the next morning that she wanted a plane that could kill the demons. She was going to seek revenge. Apparently, Roland¡¯s evasive promise had not changed Tilly¡¯s mind. ¡°Are you sure that¡¯s what you want?¡± ¡°You weren¡¯t so indecisive when you planned to ambush Ursrook.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because logistics is completely different from fighting at the front.¡± ¡°Not really. In both cases, I use my ability for those in need,¡± Tilly denied while shaking her head. ¡°It was I who agreed to send Ashes to the front. You know very well that aerial knights won¡¯t stand a chance to win against the demons in the sky. There are too many demons and the aerial knights are too weak. Only I could change the situation.¡± ¡°But the academy¡­¡± ¡°I certainly will fulfill my responsibilities. I¡¯ll train some qualified instructors so that they could further expand the academy.¡± Tilly paused for a second, her eyes fixed on Roland, and said slowly, ¡°I know I¡¯m being selfish, but this is my only request.¡± Roland gazed into Tilly¡¯s eyes. At long last, he sighed, ¡°I see.¡± Tilly unclenched her fist and said, ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°By the way, any specific requirement on the color of the aircraft?¡± Roland asked when Tilly was about to leave. Tilly stopped, a little perplexed, and answered, ¡°No, not really¡­¡± ¡°Then how about red?¡± ¡°Does it make any difference?¡± ¡°Normally, the party that dominates the sky is in that color,¡± Roland explained gently. ¡°Really?¡± Tilly said while curling up her lips. ¡°Then red it is.¡± After Tilly took her leave, Nightingale said to Roland, ¡°Her Highness is¡­ serious this time.¡± Roland replied while massaging his forehead, ¡°That¡¯s what troubles me.¡± When Tilly said ¡°this is my only request¡±, Roland sensed her perserverance and eagerness behind her words. Roland understood no other person except him could help Tilly avenge Ashes. If he had turned Tilly down, her hope would turn into poignant despair, and dimly, he had a presentiment of losing her. ¡°She¡¯s also changed,¡± Nightingale remarked. ¡°But I understand her. If it was you ¡ª ¡± Nightingale broke off and shook the idea off. ¡°No, I can¡¯t even imagine it.¡± Roland fell silent. He suddenly realized that a war could alter many people and things, but the war itself would continue to bring destruction. To prevent tragedies like this, there was no way other than ending this Battle of Divine Will as soon as possible. Chapter 1195 - Things I Want to Do Chapter 1195: Things I Want to Do Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Good could not even remember how he get back to his residence. By the time he arrived at his house, it was around nightfall, and everyone was on their way back home. Smoke curled up from the chimneys, and he could hear people greet their families. The air was soaked with sweet aroma of porridge and the salty odor of sweat. The neighborhood was so lively and energetic that nobody would believe that this place was actually a residential area for refugees. Good could smell the hope that empowered the energy and liveliness of the refugees. Residents here would be well fed as long as they worked hard. Within half a month, people could afford eggs and pork. Everyone was hopeful about their future, with their voice confident and their spirit high. Although the residential area was untidy and raucous, it was by no means dismal and miserable like a slum. Everything here was colorful. Except Good. As he saw his neighbors smiled at him broadly, his eyes started streaming, and a scathing voice kept ringing around his ears, ¡°Look at what you did, you thickhead. You ruined everything!¡± Had he not been so headstrong to request a trial from Princess Tilly but instead accepted the punishment, he would have still been a student of the Aerial Knight Academy. Even if he could not become a pilot, he could still have a decent job in the future, much better than being homeless. His courage had soon ebbed away after Princess Tilly had agreed with his proposal. Now, he only felt fear and despair. If he failed, he would lose everything. Good pushed open the door and entered as he was crestfallen. A silvery voice greeted him brightly, ¡°Good, you¡¯re home. See what I made for you.¡± Rachel ran up to him in excitement and settled him in his chair. She uncovered the lid of the plate and pronounced triumphantly, ¡°Tada ¡ª egg pancakes! Looks good, eh?¡± The so-called egg pancake was divided into two layers. It looked more like a pancake topped with scrambled egg than an egg pancake. Nevertheless, it still looked delicious. Its egg white thin, and its golden rim slightly furled, with an orange yolk right in the middle while yolk was still runny. The melted butter trickled down to the plate, giving off a rich and devilish smell. Obviously, Rachel had put a lot of efforts into this meal. Stunned for a split second, Good said, ¡°You bought eggs?¡± Eggs were not particularly expensive in Neverwinter, but we still could not afford to have them everyday. ¡°Yes,¡± Rachel said as she handed Good a wooden fork. ¡°Uncle Bucky took me to the marketplace today. Don¡¯t worry. I still have savings. You rarely have a break, so it¡¯s okay to have eggs occasionally. Plus, once you become an aerial knight, we¡¯ll soon have more savings. I already thought this through!¡± Rachel patted her chest in confidence. Good took the fork stiffly and mumbled, ¡°Y-yes, you¡¯re right.¡± ¡°Now, eat it and see if you like it,¡± Rachel urged. After a moment of hesitation, Good slowly put a morsel of the egg pancake in his mouth. Instantly, the flavor of the yolk mingled with the butter permeated his entire mouth. Memories started to flow out from the deepest part of his mind. He and Rachel had suffered a lot on the way from the Kingdom of Wolfheart to the Western Region of Graycastle. In the past, he would have never dreamed of having such tasty food. However, things turned better miraculously after they arrived at Neverwinter. They were fed and clothed in this city, and probably, in the near future, Rachel could eat this ¡°egg pancake¡± every day, only if he continued to study at school. Good did yearn to soar the sky, but was it really worth him to bet with his life? He had nothing to lose before, but it was different now. Good had to take care of Rachel. Then why did he make such a selfish choice? He had never thought of Rachel when he had agreed with Finkin to take a look at the planes. He could not forgive himself for being so selfish! ¡°Do you like it? It shouldn¡¯t be¡­ that bad, right? I haven¡¯t cooked for a while, and I¡¯m not sure whether my cooking skills have got rusty or not,¡± Rachel said with uncertainty. ¡°Oi, say something. Is it okay? Hang on, why are you crying? Is the food that bad?¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Good replied, his face glazed with tears, as he gulfed down the pancake. ¡°It¡¯s good, really good. I¡¯m just¡­ I couldn¡¯t help¡­¡± Startled, Rachel walked up to him, patted his head and asked quietly, ¡°Did something happen?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ I probably couldn¡¯t continue to study in the academy¡­¡± Good then told Rachel everything. ¡°I see,¡± Rachel said at length. ¡°I just have one question for you. Do you¡­ like flying?¡± ¡°I ¡ª ¡± Good broke off, groping for words that did not come. He found it hard to lie in front of Rachel¡¯s face, so he nodded. ¡°Then there is nothing to worry about,¡± Rachel smiled. ¡°This is your first time finding something you like, right? You¡¯ve done so much for me on our way here. I asked you to leave the Kingdom of Wolfheart, and you could have refused, but you still did. So how can you be a selfish person?¡± ¡°But I¡­¡± ¡°The worst scenario is to start all over again, right?¡± Rachel suggested with her head tilted on one side. ¡°And I¡¯m literate. Even if I don¡¯t¡­ well, I could find jobs by myself. So, just do your best.¡± ¡°R-really?¡± ¡°Anyway, you don¡¯t have time to regret. It¡¯s better to think about how to pass the trial than worrying about our future. Just make sure to keep your temper next time.¡± Good stared at Rachel for quite a while until he said, ¡°Sometimes, I feel you know much more about the world than me.¡± ¡°I¡¯m older than you, so naturally I know more. You insisted me to be your younger sister, remember?¡± Rachel mumbled and smiled at Good. ¡°If you¡¯re expelled, then let¡¯s switch it up. I¡¯ll be your elder sister.¡± ¡­ The next day, in the airport for the aerial knights. Sixteen students stood out in a line at the end of the runway. As these students passed the exam first, they got the chance to have the trial first. Four brand new planes gradually glided over the runway and came to halt in front of them. Mumurs instantly swept over the crowd. Everybody was studying attentively at the four beautiful machines with great interest. Except Finkin and Hinds whose face was screwed up. Good closed his eyes. He felt the cool breeze blowing at his face, trying to revisit his training, memorize the instructions of the officer, and visualize each move. Gradually, a blur of images showed up in his mind. When Princess Tilly appeared, everybody kneeled down on their knees. Finkin tugged Good¡¯s sleeve to remind him. ¡°Your Royal Highness!¡± ¡°Rise,¡± Tilly said expressionlessly. ¡°It¡¯s your first time seeing these new planes, but you should have been familiar with them by now. All the materials in the textbook are based on the ¡®Unicorn¡¯, and these planes are the upgraded versions of the ¡®Unicorn¡¯, so they function better. Therefore, as long as you follow the instructions received in your training, you should be able to pass the trial. Considering it¡¯s your first time flying a plane, I¡¯ll sit you through the process and supervise you. I¡¯ll also mark your performance. Of course, I would rather you not needing my instructions.¡± Tilly paused for a second and went on, ¡°However, in consideration of possible errors you would make in this test, I invited Miss Nana here. As long as you don¡¯t die on the spot, you¡¯ll survive, but it also means that you¡¯ll get a really low mark. If you can¡¯t improve yourself in the subsequent training, you¡¯ll be expelled. So, I hope you¡¯ll do your best. Also, if the plane sustains substantial damage, you¡¯ll get a zero mark because we don¡¯t have enough planes for you to crash. Understand?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± the sixteen students chorused. ¡°Now, let¡¯s begin. First examinant, Good.¡± Tilly announced solemnly. Good took a deep breath, walked up to the plane, and crawled into the cabin. Chapter 1196 - The Reason to Fly Chapter 1196: The Reason to Fly Translator: Transn Editor: Transn A soldier started the plane and turned on the valve. The aircraft immediately started to shake violently, the engine began to roar, and the propeller spun at a tremendous speed. When the roar turned into a steady buzz, Good slowly pushed the gas lever, and the plane, as if being pulled by an invisible force, started to slide on the runway. ¡°Wow¡­¡± the crowd exclaimed impressively. Good felt greatly encouraged, as he had not expected that it would really work. He was now truly operating this giant steel beast! Good turned his head toward Princess Tilly who was sitting on the left side of the wing, her gray hair streaming behind her, a twinge of smile in her eyes. Was the princess¡­ content with his performance? Good became more confident, believing he should have no problem passing this trial as long as he followed Tilly¡¯s instructions. However, the princess did not say anything. Good cast glances at Tilly numerous times, but Tilly was determined to maintain her silence, with faint yet playful smile lingering on her lips. When the plane crossed halfway through the runway, Good suddenly came to the realization that he would probably not receive any instructions during the entire trial. ¡°Considering it¡¯s your first time flying a plane, I¡¯ll walk you through the process one step at a time.¡± Princess Tilly¡¯s promise did not apply to him who had broken the school rules. The other students would have a second chance, but he would not. His enthusiasm was instantly quenched by a surge of disappointment and regret. ¡°If you don¡¯t make me say anything, then it definately would be your best performance.¡± Good somehow comprehended what Her Highness had meant. If he could not fly the plane all by himself, he would be expelled, which was a price he had to pay for breaking the rules. If he proved his talent to the princess, then he would have some value for further education. Could he really fly the plane on his own? Now he had already used up two thirds of the distance, and a patch of grass gradually swam into his view, followed by the wall that encircled the airport. If he ran directly into the wall, even Miss Nana would not be able to save him. There¡¯s no time. Good wanted to pull back the gas lever, as this seemed to be the only way to slow down the plane and avoid a direct clash. However, the next moment, he felt a hand pat on his head. ¡°Do you like¡­ flying?¡± Rachel¡¯s voice reverberated next to his ears. Flying¡­ Yes, if he were a bird, there should be another way. Which was to fly over the wall. If he slowed down now, his journey would end here. It was a second that contained eternity. Good grasped the lever and pushed it forward. The engine instantly roared like thunder. The wall streaked toward him! Good jerked the plane up ten meters in front of the wall. As the plane shook violently, the runway sank below him and slid out of his sight. The patch of grass flitted below him. For a moment, Good felt weightless. The ground plummeted as he soared into the air! ¡°Faster! A little faster!¡± Good¡¯s eyes widened as the top of the wall pressed in. He was ready to embrace the crash. But the crash never happened. It shot up into the sky. All the obstacles in front of him disappeared, and Good saw a view he had never beheld. The academy, the coastline, and Neverwinter far away spun below him, his mind clearer and his heart lightened as the truth of operating a plane dawned on him. Good wanted to whoop. It was so wonderful that human beings could finally fly. ¡­ After he landed, Good knelt down before Princess Tilly. ¡°Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I saw something that could only exist in my dream.¡± During the trial that had lasted half an hour, Good had completed the basic flight maneuvers, including climbs and hovering, although with some difficulties. There was nothing more he could do about his marks. Even if he failed, the memory of this flight would be engraved in his heart. From now on, whenever he closed his eyes, he would remember this unique experience. ¡°Why did you join the Aerial Knight Academy?¡± Tilly¡¯s voice came from above. Good hesitated for a moment before he replied truthfully, ¡°Your Highness, at first I just wanted to earn some income. Later, I wanted to be a successful man. Now, I¡¯ve fallen in love with flying.¡± ¡°I can give you money and fame, and also offer you a pilot job, provided that you promise to kill as many demons as you can,¡± Tilly said coolly. ¡°Fight for Graycastle and kill every demon that comes into your view. You have to exchange everything I give you with their blood. This is the duty of an aerial knight, the purpose of building this school. If you could do that, then report to Eagle Face.¡± Good looked up in excitement and said, ¡°Your Highness, do you mean ¡ª ¡± ¡°You passed,¡± Tilly said and whipped around without looking back. The trial did not end until 5:00 in the afternoon. Two out of sixteen were knocked out. Finkin and Hinds also passed the trial. After the students were dispersed, Finkin and Hinds grabbed Good by the arm, pulled him next to them and said, ¡°Are you mental? Princess Tilly told us we only needed to take off and land properly to pass. Not only did you almost run into the wall, but you also flew out of the academy and hovered above the sea. Weren¡¯t you afraid that you would crash the plane?¡± ¡°That was an accident,¡± Good thought to himself while rolling his eyes, then he said, ¡°Didn¡¯t Her Highness say that all of us should do our best? I didn¡¯t know that you just need to take off and land to get a pass. I thought a few more moves would boost my mark.¡± ¡°You lucky dog,¡± Finkin said while shaking his head. ¡°You guys did well, too.¡± Good said while twitching his lips. ¡°You took off so well without instructions.¡± ¡°What? What do you mean by ¡®without instructions¡¯? Didn¡¯t Her Highness tell you when to pull the lever?¡± ¡°Yeah, but she gave fewer instructions to us than the other students,¡± Hinds assented, ¡°because we¡¯re wrong-doers.¡± Good was rooted to the ground. Was he the only person who did not receive any instructions? While confused, the three of them returned to their dormitory. An icy Eagle Face was waiting for them there. The three shuddered. The trainees were actually afraid of their instructor more than Princess Tilly. They were constantly under the impression of being X-rayed under Eagle Face¡¯s piercing scrutiny. ¡°S-sir¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m very impressed. I didn¡¯t expect that you could make trouble even on your break,¡± he said as he surveyed Good, Finkin and Hinds coldly. ¡°Princess Tilly has told me everything. You¡¯re very lucky not to be expelled. Well, this isn¡¯t the jurisdiction of the First Army, otherwise¡­¡± ¡°S-sir, we¡¯re sorry!¡± the three immediately apologized in earnest. ¡°Since Her Highness has already punished you, I won¡¯t inflict more punishment. However, if you become an aerial knight, you¡¯ll become a member of the army,¡± Eagle Face jeered. ¡°To make sure you won¡¯t make the same mistake again, you¡¯ll have to clean the washroom for the whole month coming next. You got it?¡± ¡°What¡­¡± Both Finkin and Hinds screwed up their faces. Only Good administered a salute. ¡°As you command, sir!¡± Chapter 1197 - The Torch of the Civilization The trial that had lasted a week not only indicated that the students at the Aerial Knight Academy had taken the first crucial step but also marked the official beginning of their training program. The trial, as a matter of fact, had stirred the entire city. Several citizens spied a ¡°giant kite¡± hover above the southern part of the city. Although Tilly often flew the ¡°Unicorn¡± around the castle, most of the time she confined her activity to depopulated areas . As such, the public had never truly witnessed a real plane. Onlookers rushed toward the southern city, hoping to catch a glimpse of the plane when it darted out of the yard. In the beginning, only residents at the Shallow Port and the industrial area knew about the trial. Nevertheless, within three days, the news was spread out throughout the entire city, and the academy was besieged by curious spectators. Whenever a plane slid into their view, the crowd erupted a loud cheer as if it were them riding the plane. Honey took advantage of this opportunity and soon published an article entitled ¡°A Recurring Miracle¡±, detailing the trial for the pilot trainees. The article was supplemented with two close-up shots of the biplane, which immediately brought the sales of Graycastle Weekly to a new peak. Many merchants beyond Neverwinter sniffed a business opportunity and started to purchase the papers at a high price from the locals after they were sold out. Those who were not financially capable of doing that hired people to copy the article and the photos. Such a movement further raised the paper price in the city. Aerial Knights, therefore, were known to everybody in Neverwinter overnight. Roland received Tilly¡¯s report a week later. 150 out of the 197 trainees passed the trial, which meant that 47 students crashed the plane due to major errors. As there were only four planes used in the trial, each plane crashed around 11 times on average. It appeared that the crashing rate was pretty high, but Roland understood that the plane was lightweight and had a simple structure. As long as the engine remained intact, it was easy to fix them. Most of the crashes, as Roland noticed, had occurred during the process of landing due to speeding or slow operation. Roland was certain with a little bit of repair here and there, the biplane would recover its splendor. Of course, the refurbished planes would obviously not function as well as the mint ones. In fact, two planes were so battered that they could no longer satisfy the need of the students. To make sure that the students received adequate training, at least 12 to 15 biplanes were required for the subsequent advanced training program. This was also the number required for a large fleet in his previous world. Roland concluded that the whole reported only conveyed one piece of information: ¡°The air force and I need funds, and you shall give me money.¡± Roland put down the report in amusement. He had to admit that Tilly did have some talent, for she had already grasped the nature of the air force when it was still in its infancy. In fact, a competent fleet not only required manpower but also a large number of planes for training purposes. At present, all the industries in Neverwinter were severely short staffed. Apparently, they could not build an air force in a short period of time. Apart from Tilly, Edith Kant, the Chief of the General Staff, also handed him a report. The report was short but quite interesting. Edith believed that the aerial knights had a potential to change the situation of the war and would even play a decisive role in the outcome of the battle, provided that they were properly used. Therefore, she wished to establish a research committee and send them to the academy to learn more about the planes for future strategic studies. She also conceived a few tactics specifically for the aerial knights, which she wished to discuss in detail with Roland at the earliest. Edith was probably one of the few executives who truly cared about the planes. Roland admired her remarkable perspicacity and the ability to quickly associate the planes with potential war practices. While Roland was planning to summon Edith to discuss aerial knights, his guard reported, ¡°Your Majesty, the Minister of Construction, Sir Karl Van Bate, wishes to see you.¡± Roland withdrew his hand from the telephone and said, ¡°Send him in.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Karl saluted as he entered the office. ¡°The construction of the Miracle Building is completed.¡± ¡­ Roland marveled at the towering building as he stared up at it from the bottom. It took them two years to build this magnificent edifice. The construction cost them tons of gold royals and a large amount of steel and concrete that was more than enough to build three Redriver Bridges. Thanks to Lotus, Hummingbird and the other witches, they managed to complete the construction with relatively little manpower and few resources. Contracting an expensive habit of squandering national resources and developing an addiction to extravagant architecture would definitely weaken national power. However, the impact this building brought upon civilians was also phenomenal, which could be evidenced by the reaction of the spectators. The striking contrast between the two or three-story residential buildings and the Miracle Building that stood 50 to 60 meters tall exhilarated Roland. As Neverwinter¡¯s new landmark, the Miracle Building not only astonished the masses with its ineffable grandeur but it was also a manifestation of the most advanced technologies currently available in this era. For example, its drainage system was comprised of various water tanks at different levels to ensure that water could be drawn efficiently. Further, four outdoor ¡°elevators¡±, driven by the steam engines at the basement, could transport dozens of people at a time between different floors. Although the elevators were quite rudimentary compared to modern ones and they required attendants to manually control the operation, they were unprecedented in this era. Passengers could have a birdview of the city through the french windows installed to the elevators. ¡°Your Majesty, please say something,¡± Karl suggested while placing his hand on his chest after they reached the podium. ¡°Your subjects are waiting for you.¡± Roland nodded and waved at the thousands of heads below. A tidal wave of cheers swept over him. ¡°Good afternoon, my subjects.¡± ¡°This is the day when the Miracle Building is officially open to the public. It¡¯s a building that sets numerous world records. Today will be remembered by our descendents. However, I¡¯m not dwelling on its degree of magnificence but on what you¡¯re most concerned about, that is, who will be living here and for whom it was built.¡± ¡°Is it nobles? No, Graycastle has stripped nobles of their power. Is it the royal family? Of course not. I don¡¯t need such a large building to place my bed. The answer is simple. This building is for the residents in Neverwinter, that is, you all.¡± ¡°You built the Miracle Building and are therefore entitled to this miracle!¡± ¡°Every room in this building will be listed for sale. You don¡¯t have to be a noble to buy. Just bring your identification card, and you¡¯ll become a resident of this building that is destinied to be a part of our history!¡± As soon as Roland finished, another wave of cheers flooded over him. ¡°Long live the king!¡± ¡°Long live Neverwinter!¡± After the chorus died down, Roland continued, ¡°Now, let¡¯s ignite the torch at the top of the building. From today onwards, this torch will be lit every night and dazzle the whole city!¡± In the deafening roar, Roland and some officials of the City Hall entered the elevator and climbed to the top floor. A huge stone basin was placed at the center of the roof, brimming with black oil. This thick heavy oil, which had been specifically processed beforehand, had a long lasting power. It would not emit a foul odour or produce smog either. Therefore, it was the optimal fuel for a long-burning flame torch. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Nightingale said as she handed Roland the torch. Roland nodded, took the torch and ambled over to the basin. He suddenly remembered a song he had once listened to, its familiar lyrics came floating out of his memories. ¡°The moment there was the first sign of life underwater¡­ you¡¯ve come a long way¡­¡± A smile curled Roland¡¯s lip, and he ignited the torch. This was the flame of the human civilization, and he hoped that it would burn forever. Chapter 1198 - A Foreigner At the Sedimentation Bay in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. As one of the two port cities in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, the dock here was always busy. Merchants from the interior loaded and unloaded their ships before they set off for their next undertaking from this harbor. Alternatively, they traded their commodities with local marine tradesmen. As such, the dock area was essentially a big marketplace where all kinds of transactions took place, from furs all the way to slaves. White settled himself in his coach, languishing at the raucous coachmen while gazing upon the ocean. Ever since the outbreak of the war between Graycastle and Hermes, local churches had stopped sending orphans to the Holy City. Having lost the main source of income, merchants in the Kingdom of Wolfheart struggled to live. What was worse, because of the friction between local lords, peace was not restored after the regime of the church was overthrown. Coachmen like White, being financially unstable, thus had to come to the Sedimentation Bay to seek new employment for a living. Although the war had also somewhat affected the life in the Sedimentation Bay, the nobility still led their previous extravagant lifestyle. As the passage leading to the Cage Mountain was now under the control of the Token Family, it left other lords no choice but to rely on sea shipping to transport their luxurious goods, which, in a way, sustained the economy here. Of course, the temporary prosperity was also partially attributed to the fact that the baron in the Sedimentation Bay maintained his neutral position. This was one of the reasons that White chose to strike root here. He was old and did not want to wander about anymore. White planned to carry cargo for a few more times and purchase a property with the money earned before starting his own small business. ¡°Hey, man, any work for you today?¡± Suddenly, a young worker clambered onto White¡¯s coach and jeered at him. ¡°Get out of my way. It¡¯s none of your business,¡± White said gruffly while waving his hand in the same manner as he dismissed an annoying fly. ¡°Don¡¯t you get on my carriage. You can¡¯t afford the repair of these beautiful wheels.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say that. Look at me. I¡¯m tiny. Am I going to crush your wagon?¡± the young man protested as he patted his stomach and slumped against the compartment. He picked up a straw on the floor, sucked it between his teeth and looked around. ¡°What did you carry last time? Why does it smell so funky in here?¡± ¡°Get off, or I¡¯ll kick your ass,¡± White grunted. He did not know the young man¡¯s name, but all the other workers called him Smarty. White did not see any smartiness in him. To him, this young man was simply an unacquainted coworker. ¡°Really? With your artificial leg? I bet it hurts on rainy days, doesn¡¯t it?¡± the young man said casually. ¡°It looks like it¡¯s going to rain soon. Your joints and bones should be hurting now, right?¡± Speechless, White glowered at him, wondering when he had found out his secret. ¡°Haha, don¡¯t stare at me like that. I¡¯m here to help you,¡± Smarty explained while spreading out his hands. ¡°There are so many people looking for work. You¡¯re an old man and certainly couldn¡¯t compete with young guys.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your point?¡± ¡°Very simple. My coworkers will help you get a good spot. Are you interested in collaborating with us?¡± ¡°And in return?¡± White asked. ¡°A comission of 10%. A good deal, eh?¡± Smarty said, smiling. White fell silent. The sky above looked sullen. Sea breezes whipped his clothes, preluding a heavy rain. It was true that his fake leg might hinder him from getting any business from his competitors, and employers would probably not entrust their cargo to a limped laborer. Hearing no response from him, Smarty snapped his fingers and said, ¡°Well, I take it as a yes?¡± ¡°You aren¡¯t¡­ just helping me, right?¡± White asked at length as he stared at him. ¡°Ahem, if everyone comes to seek me for help, that¡¯ll save me a lot of time,¡± Smarty answered evasively. ¡°By the way, can¡¯t you switch the straw to cushion? The most popular products in the Sedimentation Bay are the Chaos Drinks from Fjords and perfumes. Although nobles would normally bring their own carriages, you never know what will happen. They would always need a spare carriage. Your wagon is so smelly. Even if I bring business to you, employers probably wouldn¡¯t like to hire you¡­¡± White cast a glance at the eloquent young man and finally understood why people called him Smarty. Yet as an aged and experienced man, he had also seen a great deal of life. He thus said, ¡°Did you just ask me what I carried last time?¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Cow dung that is used for fuel,¡± he answered slowly. ¡°They were sun-dried, but still it can be wet here and there.¡± Smarty stiffened. He spat the straw and started to retch. White grunted triumphantly. A kid was essentially a kid. He rested his eyes back on the ocean and suddenly stood framed to the spot. Several three-masted ships slowly came into his view, all from the Chambers of Commerce at Fjords, their masts almost 100 feet tall, their golden flags rimmed with black. He did not know what Chamber of Commerce that was. Whatver ships they were, White only cared about the cargo on them. With such colossal ships, he was certain he would have some business even without Smarty¡¯s help. White got off his coach and untied his horse. He was about to ride to the dock when Smarty suddenly pulled him from the back. ¡°Hey¡­ it seems something is wrong there.¡± White turned around impatiently and started at what he saw. More masts appeared behind the three main ships, their sails forming a ¡°white wall¡± over the sea. ¡°God almighty¡­¡± Those grayish-black ships covered every inch of the ocean. White attempted to make a count but soon abandoned this idea after he saw 50 ships come into his sight. As more and more ships followed, White found it hard to catch up with the count. There were probably 100 or 200 ships in total, and maybe even more! There were giant three-masted ships but also numerous steaming paddle steamers. White had seen these new boats before, but it was his first time seeing so many of them. He was positive even sailors living at the harbor had not seen such a huge fleet. All the pedlars, sailors and laborers stopped what they were doing and gazed at the approaching fleet. The dock suddenly became incredibly quiet. As the ships drew close, they could now see the flags more clearly. White could barely make out the coat of arms on those flags, which featured a lofty tower and spears. All the flags on those ships bore the same coat of arms. Hundreds of banners streamed against the wind and formed a new horizon that awed the spectators. Smarty gasped. ¡°Is it¡­ the Graycastle flag?¡± White muttered in disbelief, ¡°Are you saying¡­ that the King of Graycastle came here?¡± As the Sedimentation Bay could not accommodate so many large ships, most of the ships lowered their sails outside the harbor while the ten steam-powered boats came straight to the dock area. As soon as the ships disembarked, a group of uniformed men filed out onto the trestle and the dock area, all as expressionless, frosty and reticent as seasoned soldiers. White swallowed hard. For some reason, he was afraid of these men whom he had never seen before. White had the impression that all the people on the dock felt the same way. Soon, these foreigners occupied the entire trestle but nobody dared to raise an objection. White realized that this fleet was not here for trading goods. The air above the dock became thick and heavy. The leaden clouds in the sky seemed to be even lower. Chapter 1199 - The Commotion in the Kingdom of Wolfheart ¡°What damn weather,¡± the baron, Jean Bate, muttered as he stared at the overcast sky by the window. ¡°It¡¯s raining again.¡± It rained a lot in the Sedimentation Bay, particularly in summer and fall. Unexpected storms visited this city often, so the city was equipped with a well-developed drainage system. Unlike the Broken Tooth Castle and Graystone City where roads instantly turned muddy after a heavy rain, the rain here would only affect the cargo transportation. The impact of the weather was indeed minimal to the urban area. Jean was actually more frustrated about himself than the upcoming rain. The sky would soon clear out after the shower, but his mood would remain gloomy. ¡°Sir, have you figured out how to reply to them?¡± His clerk, Zum, asked gingerly. ¡°Reply?¡± the baron sneered. ¡°What would you say if you have to pick between being hanged and being burned?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± The clerk fell silent. ¡°You can¡¯t make a choice either, right? So, let¡¯s just keep them waiting.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± Zum broke off, trying to formulate a proper answer. Jean Bate knew very well that playing for time was just a temporary solution. Like the prospective storm that would come no matter merchants liked it or not, he had to solve this problem regardless. Everything started with the war against the church. After the fall of the king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Wolfheart, dozens of lords, all of a sudden, claimed that they were the bastards of the King of Wolfheart. These alleged royal blood formed cliques and factions to fight for the throne. After numerous fierce battles, the kingdom was divided into three major territories, each dominated by the Token Family in the northwest, the ¡°Redstone Gate¡± Family in the south, and the ¡°Tusk¡± Family in the mountainous area in the east. Since the Tokens were relatively far from the Sedimentation Bay, they had never come to bother Jean. However, both the Redstone Gate Family and the Tusk Family were trying strenuously to win him over to further expand their territories. The baron had been taking a neutral position during the war. His disinterest in political gains soon brought huge profits to his city. Since the two dukes relied on the port to transport food and gold royals, and because they had been busy with conquering other surrounding cities and towns, the two families had not extended their power over the Sedimentation Bay as yet. However, as the expansion progressed, the Tusk and Redstone Gate Families gradually became two of the most competitive candidates for the future sovereign. Since the Tokens suddenly extended a full reign over the Cage Mountain, the Tusk and Redstone thus again rested their eyes on the baron¡¯s domain, the Sedimentation Bay. Jean knew exactly what they aimed at. They wanted to seize the Sedimentation Bay and banned commercial trades of their opponents as a way to outpower the other. To this end, both dukes sent their embassadors, along with dozens of knights and mercenaries, in an ostensible attempt to lobby him. The port was only guarded by a patrol team and several of Jean¡¯s own guards. Those guards could cope with savage pirates but definitely not fully-equipped knights. Jean Bate did not plan to resist. He would pledge alliance to whoever that ascended the throne, and he did not care whether this succeeder was the true blood of the late king. Unfortunately, however, the Redstone Gate and the Tusk Families were powerful in equal measure. Under such circumstances, he could join neither of them. Whichever side he picked, he would suffer virulent vengeance from the other party. Losing the right to trade meant they would have to produce food and other military supplies by themselves while the other party would be entitled to a constant supply of resources. Neither of the two families would like to put themselves in such an unfavorable situation. Therefore, a war would be inevitable. There was no fortified city wall or deep moat protecting the city, which meant that Jean had to pick a side to defend against the invasion. However, would the two families support him? The baron could not take a chance. Shrewd as the two dukes, they would probably sacrifice the subjects of the Sedimentation Bay to reduce the casualities of their knights and then cut the retreat once their enemy entered the city, for they cared only about the land not the people. Perhaps, it would be better to abandon the Sedimentation Bay to the two families. That was why Jean said this was a decision between being hanged and being burned. Jean sent the two emissary delegations to the same campsite, hoping their acrimony against each other would earn him time to think over the matter. He rather hoped the two parties engaged in a physical altercation. To this end, Jean had even sent women and strong liquor to inveigle them into fighting, but other than a fierce verbal argument, neither of the two parties made the first move. ¡°Tick, tick¡­¡± The rain finally pounded against the garden of his mansion, draping a misty curtain between Heaven and earth. Watching flowers swaying gently in the rain, the baron lapsed into silence. He knew it was not wise to play for time, but he could not think of any other way to get out of this dilemma. His grandfather used to advise him that nobles tended to always waver between interests and power. As long as he took advantage of their indecisiveness, he would never lose. Perhaps, it was time for him to stop playing games but start to think deeper and more strategically. Just then, a pattering of running footsteps interrupted his thought. ¡°S-sir, bad news!¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Now, now, take it easy!¡± Jean Bate said as he shot the guard a glance. ¡°What happened?¡± He stared at the guard¡¯s quivering lips, hoping to hear words like ¡°knights¡± or ¡°campsite¡± that hinted a fight between the two families. ¡°The fleet of the King, the King of Graycastle took the port. They not only took over the dock but also forbade anyone to approach that area!¡± The news was so shocking that for a moment, Jean stood rooted to the ground. ¡°What did you say? Gray, Graycastle?¡± the baron stammered. ¡°Do they want to sell anything here? Hang on¡­ you said they blocked off the dock?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± the guard blustered frantically. ¡°They drove away the boats around the trestle for their own ships. They say they¡¯re going to borrow the port for a while and assure that order will soon be established. The patrol team attempted to stop them but was immediately disarmed. It¡¯s reported that there are hundreds of Graycastle ships outside the harbor!¡± Jean Bate asked incredulously, ¡°Are you sure it¡¯s the fleet of the King of Graycastle, not any lord?¡± ¡°Yes, I saw them through my telescope,¡± the guard replied with some difficulties. ¡°I confirm that the coat of arms on the flags does represent Graycastle. It has a tower and spears.¡± Jesus, did Graycastle intend to invade the Kingdom of Wolfheart? Why did Wimbledon not pick his neighbor but him? Even if the King of Graycastle desired to expand his territory, he did not necessarily have to launch an attack on the sea. Could the Token Family resist the army of Graycastle who had once defeated the church? No, this did not make sense¡­ The baron dealt hurriedly with crowding thoughts. Then his clerk Zum came up to him and whispered something in his ear. The baron¡¯s face lighted up. Yes, this was what he was exactly waiting for! The army of Graycastle definitely had the capability to break the deadlock between the two warring families. If this fleet did plan to wage a war here, they would need the help of local nobles no matter how invincible they were. With just a little guidance, they would be able to conquer the entire land. Jean did not have specific preference over any lord, but apparently, the King of Graycastle could offer him more than any of the nobles. Possibly in the near future, he would become a governor of some jurisdiction if he chose to pledge fealty to the King of Graycastle. Even if Wimbledon failed his attempt, Jean would not lose anything. Just at that moment, another guard burst in. ¡°Sir, the Graycastle fleet sent an embassador on behalf of King Roland Wimbledon, who wishes to speak to you.¡± Jean Bate exchanged a look with the clerk before he said with a nod, ¡°He¡¯s our guest. Tell the embassador that I¡¯ll come out to meet him.¡± Chapter 1200 - The Will of the King of Graycastle ¡°Now?¡± the guard asked blankly. ¡°Right away?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Usually, according to common practices of the nobility, he should let the embassador rest for a few days and welcome him with a sumptuous banquet. At least, he should have set up a meeting time beforehand, possibly at night. After all, the embassador represented the King of Graycastle, and thus should be treated with formality to some degree. However, Jean couldn¡¯t wait any longer. Had it not been rainy outside, he would have rushed to the dock and met this embassador himself. Such a huge fleet would definitely draw the attention of the Tusk and the Redstone Gate Families. If either of them got in touch with Graycastle before him, things would become very complicated. With this thought, Jean Bate said to the guard, ¡°By the way, tell the Graycastle delegation that I¡¯m the sole authority that governs the Sedimentation Bay.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Yet after the guard left at his bidding, Jean suddenly regretted his impulsive action. He should not have said ¡°right away¡±. What if the embassador wanted to follow and observe the tradition first then call him a few days later? Jean blamed his own vanity at the bottom of his heart. He should have been more straightforward. And why did it rain right as he wanted to go out? The baron felt miserable. But surprisingly, the guard returned within an hour and brought him a good news. ¡°Sir, they¡¯re coming.¡± Jean Bate stood bolt upright and said, ¡°Take them to my parlour immediately.¡± ¡­ The baron soon met the embassador from Graycastle. There were only ten people who came, and half of them were soldiers that were guarding outside the door. The rest were all formally dressed, whom Jean gathered were assistants and clerks. The one in the middle was apparently the embassador himself. He noticed that the coats they were wearing were waterproof, as all of them were dry despite the pouring rain outside. The material of their coats had a bright, fresh color. It was, however, neither fur nor leather. It appeared that the rumor which Graycastle did produce many curious items was true. However, Jean squeezed his eyebrow as he looked on the embassador. The embassador was definitely a Mojin by his look. Why could a Mojin, who usually served as a slave here, be a noble in Graycastle? Even though he was shocked, the baron showed a hearty smile and completely hid his emotions. He spread out his hands and said, ¡°I¡¯m the lord of the Sedimentation Bay. As you can see, this is a beautiful and bustling city, a wonderful place for you to take a rest. May I know what brought you here today?¡± The baron was speaking in such a humble courteous manner, and he was confident that even a duke would receive him with some civilities. But the Mojin remained expressionless. He replied flatly, ¡°My name is Iron Axe, the commander of the First Army and also the supervisor of this expedition. Let¡¯s save the small talk. The Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart will soon become a battlefield. I came here on the order of the King of Graycastle, Chief of the Mojin clan, and ruler of the Fertile Plains, King Roland Wimbledon, to save your all.¡± ¡°What the heck?¡± Jean Bate could not believe what he had just heard, wondering what the Chief meant and where the Fertile Plains was. Was the embassador making a war threat against the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart? Why did he threaten him outright without negotiation? ¡°Er¡­¡± Instead, it was Zum who replied first, ¡°Is the First Army the army that defeated the church?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Iron Axe affirmed with a nod. ¡°Sir Iron Axe, we obviously don¡¯t want to see a war here, but we can¡¯t make the decision on our own. There will always be someone who will attempt to resist. If you could persuade them, then we can avoid this war.¡± Zum retorted. Jean nodded vigorously, and he was glad that Zum did a good job. In that case, the Redstone Gate and the Tusk had to fight as well. He looked at Iron Axe triumphantly but was surprised to see a hint of sarcasm in Iron Axe¡¯s eyes. Iron Axe said placidly, ¡°You don¡¯t have a choice. The entire human race will have to fight when the enemy comes. In fact, this war has already begun in a place you don¡¯t know. I think you¡¯ve heard about some rumors about the church, the Divine Will, and the attack of a foreign race.¡± Jean Bate gaped. As the lord of the port city, he had indeed heard about such things from marine merchants. However, these groundless rumors could only serve as the subject of public discussion but not a proper diplomatic topic at the negotiation table. Nonetheless, judging from the embassador¡¯s tone, Jean realized he was serious. ¡°Yes, these are all true,¡± Iron Axe said slowly and firmly. Thunders began to roar outside the window. ¡°Wow, are they all made out of iron?¡± Smarty asked as he leaned dramatically on the stable fences. ¡°Even iron will rust. In my opinion, they aren¡¯t human,¡± White answered as he wiped the water off the horseback and fumbled his wet clothes. ¡°Will a reasonable person stands in the rain? Only a lunatic will do that.¡± Within an hour, hundreds of people exited from the ships and took control of the whole harbor. Pedlars were dispersed by the storm, but these men put up tents in the middle of the square. A few moments later, dark green sheds filled half of the dock. In addition to the tents, Graycastle men also set up tube-shaped obstacles on the crossroad and some higher parts of the road. These metal tubes did not look like weapons, but they glinted in the rain, giving White a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Each ¡°tube¡± was guarded by soldiers. Although everyone was wearing a waterproof cloak, it was impossible to stay completely dry in this weather. Gusts of wind were so furious that they sent rushes of rain in every direction. White could envision how water trickled down through those soldiers¡¯ collars and soaked their clothes. It must be awful to stand out there. The Sedimentation Bay was wet and rainy all year round, so the local lord had built many temporary sheds in the dock area. However, these soldiers took no notice of them. They stood straight in their gleamy cloaks like rocks. ¡°Men from Graycastle are crazy¡­¡± White mumbled to himself. ¡°Hmm, weird,¡± Smarty muttered. ¡°What now?¡± White said gruffly. ¡°Look at those cargo ships, then look at those outside the harbor,¡± Smarty said. ¡°The ones outside the harbour are three-masted sailing ships, but they¡¯re shallow on the draft.¡± ¡°What¡¯s a draft?¡± ¡°Just view it as a measurement for the cargo weight,¡± Smarty said dismissively. ¡°Even though these cargo ships have been unloaded, they¡¯re still much deeper on the draft than the sailing ships outside. I don¡¯t understand. What are the Graycastle men up to? Are they bluffing about their forces?¡± ¡°What are you talking about?¡± White said impatiently. ¡°My point is¡­ that these ships might be empty!¡± Smarty replied in a subdued voice. ¡­ Jean Bate did not pull himself together until Iron Axe finished. He had just heard about the long, distant history of the wars between humans and demons, that this war took place every four hundred years, and that this time, the demons were very likely to invade the interior from the Impassable Mountain Range! ¡°Are you¡­ sure?¡± Jean remembered that the north of the Kingdom of Everwinter was girdled by endless mountains and steep cliffs. How could the demons invade from there? ¡°No, I¡¯m not sure. That¡¯s why I brought my scouts here,¡± Iron Axe said while shrugging. ¡°However, whichever direction the demons come from, it won¡¯t make a difference. We have to unite together and defend this continent. Otherwise, mankind will be exterminated.¡± The baron suddenly had a queer feeling as if he were walking in his dream. He knew his clerk and guards all felt the same way. ¡°Ahem, alright then. Let¡¯s suppose that what you said was all true,¡± Jean said after clearing his throat. ¡°So why did the King of Graycastle send you here? Isn¡¯t the Kingdom of Everwinter where you are suppose to be?¡± ¡°It is, and don¡¯t you worry about that. What we want here is very simple, that is, to save as many people as possible from this war, including freemen, slaves, refugees and vagabonds,¡± Iron Axe paused for a moment and then continued, ¡°except nobles. Nobles shall make their own choices. If you cooperate with the First Army, we¡¯ll return your properties, land, titles and so on when we depart. If you try to stop us¡­¡± Jean swallowed. ¡°You¡¯ll be the First Army¡¯s enemy,¡± Iron Axe finished his sentence coldly. Chapter 1201 - Proof Jean Bate absolutely did not want to become the King of Graycastle¡¯s enemy. Although he had never met the King of Graycastle, he had heard a lot about him. The God¡¯s Punishment Army of the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart had experienced an utter defeat in the battle against Graycastle; the alliance army of the nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn had been flattened within one day; Roland Wimbledon had united his kingdom within half a year; it was rumored that Graycastle had even interfered with the coup on the Archduke Island. However, these rumors were incomparable to the news that the First Army had been fighting the demons over the past one year. He would have been skeptical had he heard the news from other lords, but he found it hard to refute the commander of the First Army. Nonetheless, whether Jean believed it or not, he had no way to confirm its validity. The plan of the King of Graycastle was actually a little too unrealistic and even preposterous in Jean¡¯s opinion. Jean Bate would pledge his alliance to Roland immediately if the latter took the throne of the Kingdom of Wolfheart, but the fact was that his true intention was to relocate the people in the two kingdoms! According to Iron Axe, King Roland was planning to ship civilians of the two countries by sea and by land until every single civilian left their native land. Most nobles did not really care about their subjects as long as the movement would bring them profits. However, it would be a different story to evacuate the whole city. A vacated city meant a huge drop in food, taxes and industrial growth. The nobles would not agree to this plan so easily unless it was abosolutely necessary. Even though the First Army was invulnerable, it could not possibly declare war against all the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Without the support of the locals, their military logistics support would be in limbo. Furthermore, it appeared that Graycastle also intended to disperse their forces to attack the two countries at the same time, which was a surpassingly conceited and vainglorious act, as far as Jean could see. After what seemed to be a long silence, Jean Bate said in a hushed voice, ¡°I don¡¯t quite understand the rationale behind all this. If the demons are not coming from the Impassable Mountain Range, and we still continue to support the King of Graycastle, we would lose men, farmlands, cities and mines. I¡¯m afraid we can¡¯t bear such a huge loss.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t explain the reason to you. As the commander of the First Army, my duty here is to carry out the mission His Majesty entrusted to me. Yet¡­¡± Iron Axe broke off and then went on, ¡°If you come visit Neverwinter, you¡¯ll know the answer.¡± ¡°Fine then. Now, one last question¡­¡± the baron said as he moisted his lips. ¡°You said nobles can make their own choices. What if I decide to come with you?¡± Iron Axe nodded comprehensively, pointed at a clerk next to him and said, ¡°This is Remy, the immigration officer of the Administrative Office of Neverwinter. He¡¯ll explain to you the next step.¡± ¡°Hello, Mr. Baron, in that case, you¡¯ll become a member of the Kingdom of Graycastle,¡± the immigration officer said as he leafed through the a stack of documents. ¡°The first thing that I can tell you is that King Roland Wimbledon is a benevolent king. He¡¯ll never ill-treat anyone who has made a contribution to the kingdom. As Graycastle is governed by a series of laws, nobles in the kingdom are stripped of feudal power. Lands cannot be inherited. The same will also apply to you. As you have rich experience in city management, you could join the Administrative Office and assume the post of local governor or help His Majesty to expand his territory, for instance, the Fertile Plains. Of course, if the demons don¡¯t invade the Four Kingdoms, you¡¯re free to continue to rule the Sedimentation Bay if you want.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re lucky, you could rule a land much bigger than this city, considering not every noble would come with us.¡± It took almost a quarter of an hour for Remy to read all the documents, which indeed detailed all the prospective aspect of the policy that seemed to be the offspring of a long deliberation. Jean Bate believed the person who had drafted these documents must be an extraordinary minister. for he himself did not have the capability to produce such marvelous work. In short, the main content of this proposal was an interchange between short-term and long-term interests. He could possibly become more than a lord of a bay depending on his performance. Whether it was a good deal solely depended on himself. Jean should have settled down to the contemplation of this proposal thoroughly. However, the current condition forced him to make a quick decision. This was at least better than being killed by one of the two families. Jean was indebted to a belief that it would take more than one or two years to evacuate two countries. During the relocation, he could still rule the Sedimentation Bay without worrying about the threat of the two families. He thus took a sharp intake of breath and answered, ¡°I would like to pledge alliance to the King of Graycastle.¡± ¡°A wise choice,¡± Iron Axe commented with the same stony look as though he had foreseen the result. ¡°Now, you could issue an administrative order to start the evacuation. We have a team of professionals to assist you in this matter.¡± ¡°That fast?¡± the baron asked in surprise. ¡°Yes, we won¡¯t be here long. The First Army will leave the Kingdom of Wolfheart for the interior within three days.¡± ¡°But ¡ª ¡± Jean Bate pursued after a moment of hesitation. ¡°The knights from the Tusk and the Redstone Gate won¡¯t let you do so. They probably won¡¯t openly resist Graycastle, but they could interfere with your operation by attacking the patrol team of the Sedimentation Bay.¡± He felt a little embarrassed to reveal this truth, for just an hour ago, he had told Iron Axe that he was the only ruler of the Sedimentation Bay. However, he must raise this problem now to prevent the two families from stirring up trouble in the event they knew that he had colluded with Graycastle and offered the land. It was also a test to see whether Iron Axe really intended to fulfill his promise. But Iron Axe¡¯s answer again surprised him. ¡°The Sedimentation Bay is the key to this immigration plan, and I don¡¯t allow anyone to thwart it. There will be around 100 people stationed here after the First Army departs,¡± Iron Axe said as he nodded to one of his assistants, who immediately left the parlor. ¡°I¡¯ve done some research on the Kingdom of Wolfheart before I headed here. Like I said, I won¡¯t allow any interference. Nobody could blatantly resist us or play stealthy games behind us. To this end, we¡¯ll take some measures to remove these potential obstacles.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± ¡°Seeing is believing,¡± Iron Axe said as he rose. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Those threats they you¡¯re worried about will soon be gone.¡± ¡°It¡¯s still raining so heavily,¡± Smarty remarked as he stretched out his hand, feeling the rain drops. ¡°So?¡± White asked while hammering his sore leg with his hands. ¡°Why are you still here?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to get soaked. Plus, this shed is for everyone. I can stay here as long as I like,¡± he retorted, grimacing. ¡°You ¡ª ¡± White said, looking utterly affronted. He was about to give Smarty a lesson, teaching him to have some respect toward the elder when suddenly, a group of Graycastle men who left their tents caught his attention. Water splattered over the pavement as these people trooped out in two columns. He was very curious about the reflective metal tubes they carried on their backs, They were as ominous as those black facilities they had set up in the sentry boxes. As the group of soldiers disappeared in the rain, White suddenly understood why he felt so fidgeted. These metal tubes did not look like being made by humans. Regular blacksmiths could by no means forge them. Some other people who took shelter from the rain also noticed that and started to murmur. Yet Smarty was surprisingly quiet. White thus turned around. However, to his dismay, Smarty was gone. Chapter 1202 - A Thunderous War The campsite of the Redstone Gate and the Tusk Families were located near the driveway leading to the city, a place originally designed for caravans and mercenaries for temporary use. Now it served as an abode for delegations. Since the campsite, which was boarded with low wooden fences, was on the opposite side of the Sedimentation Bay and was relatively safe, no particular security measures were taken. Neither of the delegations had put out sentries. They simply drew a line at the center of the campsite with spears and shields to mark out their territories. Most people understood that the line did not represent anything. As long as the lord of the Sedimentation Bay did not make his decision, the two delegations would keep a civil tongue, and certainly they would not bother putting out sentries on such a wet day. Therefore, when the 100 soldiers of the First Army stopped at around 200 meters from the campsite, neither of the two families noticed that they had visitors. The knights did not realize the change in the situation until they heard the First Army demand their surrender. ¡°This is the First Army of Graycastle, who is now officially taking over the Sedimentation Bay. Under Neverwinter law, your conduct constitutes an illegal intrusion and illegal use of firearms. I demand your immediate surrender, otherwise we¡¯ll resort to force and you¡¯ll bear all the consequences of your action!¡± This was preposterous! The commander of the delegation of the Tusk Family pulled back the curtains and saw a man stand outside the campsite, speaking to him with a peculiar cylinder. A flag was rippling not far away, on which was an unfamiliar coat of arms. However, he had a hard time associating these uninvited soldiers with Graycastle. For him, Graycastle was a distant and foreign country only existing in various rumors circulated in the neighborhood. These people were all cloaked and soaked in the rain, looking amusingly pathetic and ridiculous. The fact that they demanded them to be disarmed further accorded him an unrealistic feeling. The commander went downstairs and found that the floor had been packed with mercenaries, who were now speaking foul language and making obscene gestures. They would have probably spat on that man¡¯s face had it not been raining outside. That was what low people typically did. As a noble, the commander had to come up with some useful strategies. What should he do if these people were really Graycastle men? Perhaps, he should wait for the Redstone Gate Family to take action. He could not really ask his knights to disarm as those people had commanded, nor could he send an embassador to negotiate with them, as he did not want to give them an impression of weakness. The commander did not think the ¡°alleged¡± Graycastle soldiers would suddenly attack them. They were, after all, so far away from the campsite, and the mercenaries had already reached their weapons, whereas the cloaked soldiers did not even possess a single horse. At this moment, he had completely forgotten the warning previously given by the First Army. For the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, wars were always time-consuming. They needed to first observe their enemy, issue commands, and then fight. These rules also applied to the battle with the Church of Hermes. However, the First Army who had fought the demons viewed battles as a completely different matter. Therefore, nobody realized what had happened when the battle broke out. 15 minutes later, four mortars fired. Although not as powerful as the Longsong Cannons, the mortars were more than enough to destroy wooden watchtowers. Since these mortars were much more portable than the field artilleries, soldiers liked to use them to start a war. The campsite was instantly razed to the ground. The furious execration of the delegation members was drowned out by the roaring shells. The wooden houses soon collapsed under the impact of the shockwaves, fragments of pillars, doors and windows flying in all directions. The unit commander of the First Army immediately ordered the soldiers to charge. They soon besieged the campsite. Neither of the two families managed to launch an effective counterattack. Some fearless mercenaries dashed out against the dust but were soon shot down. To avoid incidental casualties, the First Army did not advance until the dust was washed away by the rain. They did this not out of kindness but because His Majesty needed more mine laborers. Meanwhile, the First Army asked the knights to yield again. This time, most of them obeyed. Within 30 minutes, the threat of the two families that vexed the baron was eliminated. ¡­ Jean Bate was still in a shock after he returned to his mansion. He knew Graycastle was powerful but had never expected them to be so invincible. The battle that had just taken place a moment ago did not look like a typical war to him. Jean finally understood why Iron Axe said ¡°Seeing is believing¡±. As a witness of the battle, he had to admit what he had seen was effable. He enjoyed the unfolding of the event with almost an air of contentment. He liked the reticence and steeliness of those Graycastle soldiers. The glaring contrast between their silence and the deafening explosion impressed him even more than the queer weapons themselves. What had those people experienced? ¡°Now, do you believe that we could manage the Sedimentation Bay?¡± Iron Axe¡¯s voice interrupted his thought. Jean Bate was rendered speechless for a moment. He simply nodded submissively. ¡°Relax,¡± Iron Axe said with a faint smile. ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid of the First Army. You¡¯ve decided to serve King Roland. We won¡¯t allow anything to happen to the Sedimentation Bay or anyone to challenge His Majesty¡¯s authority. You¡¯re now one of us.¡± ¡°One of them? That sounds so strange¡­¡± the baron thought to himself. Over the past few years in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, he had never expected to be associated with a country. However, the commander of the First Army seemed to think this was natural. Jean found, surprisingly, that he did not repel this idea. After a moment of silence, he heaved a deep sigh and said, ¡°I¡¯ll take care of the relocation campaign.¡± Chapter 1203 - A Black Present Jean Bate was indeed fast. He not only offered half of the rooms in the mansion to the army but also sent some maids to serve the soldiers, although Iron Axe refused the service out of confidentiality concerns. In watching the reluctant look of the several young officers from the General Staff, Iron Axe replied in a stony tone, ¡°Time to work. Don¡¯t forget that your performance in this campaign is subject to Edith Kant¡¯s review. You should know the consequences if you make errors.¡± Everyone shuddered at the Pearl of the Northern Region¡¯s name and set to work. ¡°Map, I¡¯ll put up the map!¡± ¡°What about the schedule? I¡¯ll double check it.¡± ¡°Anyone help me check the food?¡± The room instantly became noisy. ¡°Look at these young fellows, always full of energy¡­¡± Remy commented while shaking his head. ¡°The baron seems to have seen through them.¡± ¡°A common trick nobles like to play,¡± Iron Axe said, frowning. ¡°He¡¯d better employ his cunning little schemes on the immigration campaign.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The Administrative Office will keep an eye on him,¡± Remy promised while patting his chest. ¡°Now, we¡¯ve removed our first obstacle. It¡¯s better than I thought. The Tusk and the Redstone Gate Families indeed helped us, but it won¡¯t be that easy afterwards.¡± ¡°No, it¡¯ll be just the same,¡± Iron Axe corrected him. ¡°R-really?¡± Remy said in surprise. ¡°Because they¡¯ve fallen behind,¡± Iron Axe said and looked through the window. The overspread sky had cleared up a little bit. ¡°Because they¡¯ve fallen behind.¡± This was what Edith had told him before he had set off a week ago. He met Edith at the office of the General Staff, where they held a meeting to discuss how to efficiently carry out the immigration plan, with a secretary writing meeting minutes next to them. Edith said, ¡°Most nobles haven¡¯t noticed the changes taking place in this world but are still dwelling exclusively on their personal interests while gloating over their wealth. They saw hardly anything else. I bet you plan to fight those nobles one by one, right?¡± ¡°If they impede His Majesty¡¯s plan, yes.¡± ¡°That¡¯ll be too slow,¡± Edith disapproved flatly. ¡°This is different from the Graycastle unification war. We need to garrison troops in various foreign cities, so as time progresses, we¡¯ll have fewer soldiers at our command, which will thus significantly prolong the campaign. Those nobles won¡¯t openly resist the army but they¡¯ll definitely play stealthy behind your back. By the time you notice the damage and rush to rescue, it¡¯ll look bad on His Majesty.¡± ¡°Then what should I do?¡± ¡°Set your goals beforehand, build alliance and fight enemies together,¡± Edith said while handing him a table. There was a list of items on the table, next to each of which was a point scale. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Iron Axe asked in bewilderment. It was his first time seeing such a strange form. ¡°A threat evaluation form? Or a manual of resistance level? Anyway, what it is called doesn¡¯t matter. I made this table based on nobles¡¯ mentality and other factors, including gender, heir, the size of their domains, the number of their troops, their behavior, etc. You would have a rough understanding of each noble after filling out the form. The more information you obtain, the more accurate the evaluation will be. Since the situation in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter has changed a lot, the General Staff can¡¯t complete the form for you. If there¡¯s a city that¡¯s not on the form, just punch in the information and do the calculation yourself.¡± ¡°And what next?¡± Iron Axe asked as he skimmed through the form. ¡°If the total point is lower than 50, it means the city has limited power and is not so ambitious. You could build alliance with them. These nobles could actually provide many things for you, such as local maps, the city structure, the demographics, and so on. More importantly, with the support of local lords, we¡¯ll be able to implement the plan more efficiently,¡± Edith explained. ¡°As for those that are higher than 50¡­¡± Edith paused for a second and said, ¡°Don¡¯t waste time on them. Whether they show any inclination to yield or not, you should crush them immediately.¡± Iron Axe was a little shocked at the method Edith proposed. A simple table would pretty much determine each noble¡¯s fate, even though Edith had never met or talked to any of them. Iron Axe asked after a moment of silence, ¡°Is the form¡­ accurate?¡± As the commander-in-chief of the First Army, he understood the importance of work efficiency and knew very well how much time this form could save them. Most of the ships were borrowed from the Chambers of Commerce at the Fjords, so he should wind up the campaign at his earliest, even if the demons were not planning to erect the Obelisk around the Impassable Mountain Range. ¡°There could be some errors here and there, and I¡¯m not sure if 50 is a correct cut-off grade. However, considering we have limited time, I¡¯ll leave the details to your discretion,¡± Edith said as she sipped her tea leisurely. ¡°The General Staff is only providing counsels here.¡± Iron Axe turned to the last page of the form and found a list of cities that Edith had already graded. All the information was obtained from the Kingdom of Dawn, and the top city below the cut-off grade was precisely the Sedimentation Bay, the first stop of their journey. Before Iron Axe took his leave, he asked one last question. ¡°Aren¡¯t there any nobles who haven¡¯t fallen behind?¡± ¡°Of course there¡¯s such a possibility,¡± Edith replied smilingly as she played with her hair. ¡°However, in that case, you¡¯ll soon find him out even without this form because this person must be like me.¡± Iron Axe breathed out a sigh as he came out of his reveries and walked toward the campsite of the First Army. As Edith had said, nobles did not pose problems. The problem was how to mobilize civilians in an orderly and efficient manner. Nevertheless, within two days, the dock of the Sedimentation Bay had been packed with thousands of people waiting to board the ships. Not only Iron Axe and Remy but also Jean Bate was taken aback by such a huge number. The First Army, therefore, had to postpone their departure to manage these civilians. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Iron Axe inquired Remy. ¡°Did you exaggerate His Majesty¡¯s promise?¡± ¡°No, I know I don¡¯t have the authority to do that,¡± Remy said while shaking his head. ¡°I strictly follow the procedure set out by the Administrative Office. It really depends on how many people the local lord could persuade. The baron is apparently not so highly respected among his people compared to His Majesty, so I assume there would only be around 300-500 civilians.¡± ¡°Now it¡¯s 20 times that number,¡± Iron Axe remarked. Obviously it was good news to have so many immigrants all of a sudden, but he was also a little disturbed by such an unexpected high volume. Graycastle was, after all, a distant, unknown country for citizens of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Naturally, Iron Axe suspected that someone was behind all this, who persuaded these people to abandon their native towns and venture into a journey to a completely foreign country. ¡°There could be only one explanation,¡± Remy said meditatively, ¡°that they¡¯re all refugees.¡± Refugees had nothing to lose. As long as they saw a ray of hope, they would rush for it. ¡°But these people are all freemen living in villages and towns near the Sedimentation Bay.¡± ¡°Yes, they are, but my men heard some interesting rumors when they visited those towns. For example, the Redstone Gate Family, who holds an ancient grudge against the baron, plans to reduce subjects to slaves after they take over the Sedimentation Bay. Another rumor I heard is about a monster that takes humans for food in the mountainous area in the north. Some towns were ravaged and human remains littered the roads. Now, this monster is coming to the southeast. There are many other similar, convincing rumors that perturb the community. I guess this is why so many people choose to leave. If they don¡¯t go now, they¡¯ll become refugees, too.¡± Astounded, Iron Axe asked, ¡°When did this happen?¡± ¡°At least a month and a half ago, not long after we set out from Neverwinter,¡± Remy replied while stroking his chin. ¡°Aren¡¯t we lucky?¡± ¡°Not at all,¡± Iron Axe thought darkly. Someone was apparently inducing panic to the public, and this person also knew the purpose of the First Army pretty well. Who was disseminating the news? Why did he help Graycastle? Was he a friend or a foe? A multitude of questions overwhelmed Iron Axe. Until a soldier came in. ¡°Sir, someone asked me to hand this letter to you.¡± ¡°Who?¡± Iron Axe asked as he took the envelope. ¡°He didn¡¯t leave his name. He¡¯s tiny though,¡± the soldier replied. ¡°But he told me the letter was given to him by someone else as well. Perhaps, the writer of this letter doesn¡¯t want to be known. I checked it already. There¡¯s nothing but the letter in there.¡± It was an ordinary burlap envelope much cheaper than one made of parchment or leather. Many shops sold this type of envelope. It was not sealed with wax but was laid open very casually. Iron Axe took the letter out of the envelope, and to his dismay, the letter was written on a piece of black, refined paper normally inaccessible to civilians. He turned over the letter and found a line printed in gold. ¡°This is a present from your most loyal servant. I hope you like it.¡± Chapter 1204 - The Ridge of the Continent The temperature in the mountain range soon dropped after the sunset. ¡°Time to find a place to spend the night,¡± Lightning thought. The temperature here varied dramatically between day and night. It was scorching during the day, and she would get burned easily if not covered with anything. When night fell, the wuthering wind would take away all the heat, and she would have probably been frozen to death if she had continued to sleep in trees like she had done in the Misty Forest. Therefore, Lightning must find a shelter before the darkness pressed in. ¡°Let¡¯s call it a day,¡± Lightning spoke over the Sigil of Listening. ¡°I¡¯ll find a shelter and you go bring some food.¡± Maggie could not respond when she was flying, but Lightning knew she heard her. She then dropped and flew very low above the ground. Agatha had reminded her several times before she had left Neverwinter that when she was looking for the demons, she had to either fly very high or very low to avoid trespassing God¡¯s Stone mines. It was also not advisable to change routes very often. Otherwise, once entering the God¡¯s Stone mines, nobody would be able to save her. Lightning strictly followed Agatha¡¯s instruction. In this undulating mountain range, she could rely on nobody, so she must take good care of both herself and Maggie. Since they had paid particular attention to possible shelters while she had been conducting the search, Lightning soon found a cave halfway up the mountain. A forest of stones stretched away below her, each stone the size of Neverwinter. Lightning suddenly had a strange feeling that these stones and mountains were sculpted by a giant visible hand. Streams were interspersed between the mountains, which torrented down upon a heavy rain or flood. The weather varied significantly in this mountainous area. More often than not it was clear and sunny on one side and stormy and gloomy on the other. Inexperienced explorers would be very likely flushed away by an unexpected flood at night if they pitched their tents on the mountainside. Therefore, it was very important to pick a highpoint of the land to spend the night. Lightning had witnessed several floods since her entry to the ridge of the continent. Further, unlike other mountains that were usually comprised of sharp and steep precipices, the mountains here were mostly composed of boulders with many holes in them, as though these rocks were some solidified fluids. Fortunately, round as they were, the stones were still robust enough to form a shelter. The cave she discovered this time was pretty big, around 100 square meters, littered with twigs and weeds, which Lightning inferred were the remains of bird nests. After confirming there was no potential danger in the cave, Lightning informed Maggie of her location and started to tidy up the cave. When the darkness became impenetrable, Maggie, in the form of a snowy owl, fluttered into the cave and restored its human shape. She held up a package aloft like offering a present and said, ¡°Look what I¡¯ve got, coo!¡± Lightning took the package and found a chicken and four giant bird eggs in it , a very rare finding in the Impassable Mountain Range. Even Maggie, an experienced hunter, would not always return with such fruitful results. ¡°Good job!¡± Lightning stroked Maggie¡¯s head who returned a triumphant smile, ¡°Haha.¡± A bonfire soon sprang into life. Lightning built a stove with the mound of earth collected from the foot of mountain to shade the firelight, covered the chicken with mud and then tossed the whole creature into the fire along with the bird eggs. Dinner was ready 30 minutes later. They had cooked like this numerous times in the Misty Forest and were now quite good at it. The rich flavor of the chicken immediately escaped as they broke the hardened mud. A sheen of oil glazed off the chicken, and the aroma of the spices filled the entire cave. After removing the skin, they saw the tender chicken meat beneath. The chicken was not overcooked at all, its meat white and juicy. The pair devoured the bird eggs and the chicken ravenously and even ate the chicken bones. Maggie belched in satisfaction and said, ¡°Nothing could be better than eating our own food, coo.¡± Lightning cast Maggie a glance. She still remembered Maggie¡¯s indignant protest against her ¡°eating a bird¡± in the beginning. Lightning shook her head in amusement and asked, ¡°Any luck today? Except for food though.¡± ¡°Well, no, coo¡­ the landscapes are quite the same here. If there were demons, I would spot them immediately, coo.¡± It would be really hard to spot God¡¯s Stone mines buried deep down underneath the ground from above. Lightning wondered where the supporting God¡¯s Punishment Witches currently were. If they could point out a rough direction for her, it would make her life a lot easier. She pointed at the cave and said, ¡°Well, since you had no discovery, make me a bed then.¡± ¡°OK, coo,¡± Maggie replied as she paced to the designated location with her long white hair streaming behind her and then turned into a Devilbeast. Lightning then extinguished the fire and lay down on Maggie¡¯s stomach. Compared to a sleeping bag, Maggie was a better shelter. Her stomach, as warm as a furnace, could shield her from cold winds and keep her warm during the night. The only drawback of this method was that the skin of the Devilbeast was a little scruffy compared to Lorgar¡¯s soft fur. ¡°Are you not sleeping?¡± Maggie asked as she saw Lightning take out the Stone of Lighting. ¡°I need to make a journal entry to record our journey today. It won¡¯t be long. You sleep first.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± Maggie answered gruffly. After a long silence, she suddenly mumbled, ¡°You¡¯re going to take me with you for the future exploration, right?¡± Momentarily stunned, Lightning said in a gentle voice, ¡°Yes, of course.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take care of you since Ashes is already gone,¡± said Lightning within herself. Maggie finally fell asleep after receiving an affirmative answer. Lightning sat there for a long time before she took out her journal out of her bag. It had been ten days since they had entered the mountainous area in the north of the Kingdom of Everwinter. They had covered a distance of 120 kilometers. The deeper they probed into the Impassable Mountain Range, the smaller she felt. This was an area never intruded by human beings, and it was in here she had seen a breathtaking view. The forest of stones as vast as the Fertile Plains, the icefall, which was a sheer drop from Heaven to the ocean in the northeast, the sea of clouds that spiraled up, as well as the great rapture in the center of the ridge of the continent¡­ Lightning now came to the realization that the Impassable Mountain Range that separated the four kingdoms was simply a branch of this mountain range. Those incredible scenes, all hidden behind the crests of the mountains, were inaccessible unless she flew over the steep cliffs. Lightning now understood why her father was addicted to exploration. Human beings were too little and insignificant compared to this world. She could only become stronger by getting to know more about it. To become an explorer was the best decision she had ever made in her life. Of course, she could explore the whole world later. Lightning knew she was now on a mission. If she flew too far away from the Kingdom of Everwinter, she would not only hinder the exploration but also cause unnecessary trouble to the supporting team. The ¡°Roland¡± should have now almost reached the port of the Kingdom of Everwinter. Lightning cast a glance at her hand drawn map and rested her eyes on the great rapture. It seemed to be a protruding plain in the middle of the stone forest, but it was hollow inside, so Lightning was not sure how deep it was. She could discern the fault underneath the crust. If she still could not find traces of God¡¯s Stone mines or the demons, she would probably return to the Kingdom of Everwinter and meet with the supporting team to discuss the next step. Chapter 1205 - A Dangerous Signal The next morning, Lightning disclosed her plan to Maggie. After a brief discussion, they decided to conduct another search in the stone forest and then head to the rapture as fast as they could. They would have to return to the Snow Ridge in the Kingdom of Everwinter and complete the topographic map of this area before meeting the Taquila witches. The sun broke over the horizon, the mountains were wrapped in rags of mist, and the rivers crisscrossed in the frost. There were traces left by the flood last night. As the roads began its winding ascent to the crests of the mountains, they saw a vast land of whiteness lay stretched before them. The distant rapture, completely covered by snow, resembled a giant porcelain bowl laid upside down. It was estimated that the Kingdom of Everwinter was around 300 kilometers away, about the same size of the entire Southernmost Region. According to the map of the Land of Dawn drafted by the Union, the rapture was the offspring of various extinct volcanos. Lightning had seen eruptions of active volcanos on the Searing Flame Islands, but they were nothing compared to the volcanos here. Two hours later, the Exploration Group reached the rapture area. They finally saw the whole landscape that lay out magnificently before them. ¡°It¡¯s so¡­ so massive,¡± Maggie exclaimed while flapping her wings. ¡°I feel this hole could house an entire kingdom.¡± Lightning nodded in approval. The rapture was actually not a fault as she had thought but a huge scar that ripped the earth part. An immense invisible force underneath the ground had pushed the earth plates away from each other and formed cliffs on either side of the rapture. If this ¡°scar¡± was indeed the result of volcanic activities, what a huge eruption it would have been? Lightning and Maggie dropped and landed at two to three kilometers from the rapture. As usual, Maggie approached the rapture first, for she could merge herself perfectly into the surrounding environment without raising any suspicions of lurking enemies. ¡°Listen,¡± Lightning warned Maggie, ¡°don¡¯t go too deep into the rapture. Just take a peep at the entrance and come back. If you find anything out of character, report to me. Never go in there on your own ¡ª ¡± ¡°Got it. I¡¯ll report to the captain first before making the next move,¡± Maggie cut across her. ¡°I know. I know, coo. You told me a lot of times¡­ You sound like His Majesty, coo!¡± ¡°Er, really? Ahem, anyway, it doesn¡¯t hurt to reiterate! I¡¯ll stay here and conduct a preliminary search in this area. I¡¯ll go no farther than one kilometer. Remember this particular spot, and we¡¯ll meet here in 30 minutes. Understood?¡± Lightning said while scratching the back of her head, a little embarrassed. She remembered that Roland used to always remind her not to act alone. Because of this, Lightning had complained to her group members a lot, and boasted that an excellent explorer was born to know how to make correct judgements, and that such warnings were completely unnecessary. Now, she realized how childish she had been. ¡°No problem, coo!¡± ¡°Good. Off you go,¡± Lightning said while patting Maggie on the shoulder. ¡°Maggie, go!¡± Maggie yelled excitedly and flew toward the center of the rapture. Lightning¡¯s eyes followed Maggie until the latter disappeared from her sight. She then started to survey the surroundings. Snowy owls were a type of birds commonly seen in this area. They belonged to the owl family. They had an excellent eye sight and were thus active during the day and at night. As long as Maggie proceeded with caution, it was not likely that she would expose herself. This district was a bleak emptiness of icebergs, without the slightest trace of wild animals. Maggie would be able to spot a demon immediately, if there was one. In consideration of these factors, the first place Maggie ought to look for should be hiding places. She had to think critically and solve problems herself. However, within five minutes, Lightning heard something flutter above her head. Lightning looked up with a start and saw Maggie plunge frantically and throw herself onto her. ¡°D-demons, coo!¡± Maggie shouted. The words sent a faint shiver through Lightning¡¯s heart. Were there God¡¯s stone mines here? She thus asked, ¡°What did you find?¡± ¡°A giant Eye Demon that is now lying on its stomach beneath the cliff, coo!¡± Maggie demonstrated with both her hands and feet. ¡°I just passed the rapture and looked into its eyes!¡± That meant the Eye Demon had also seen her. Lightning was glad that she was not the one who had discovered the Eye Demon. A snowy owl would not catch the attention of the Eye Demon. ¡°Then? Did you cry out?¡± Lightning pursued. ¡°Of course not. I¡¯m a seasoned bird, no, a seasoned explorer, coo!¡± Maggie swelled up. ¡°I didn¡¯t even blink. I just pretended to be looking around. Then I averted my eyes, coo! I bet it had already put me out of its mind, coo!¡± Then Lightning saw what had happened in her mind¡¯s eye. A snowy owl stared at an Eye Demon and turned away¡­ ¡°Oh, no!¡± Lightning snatched up Maggie and streaked toward one of the shelters they had previously found. ¡°Coo?¡± Maggie asked in bewilderment. The shelter was an ice cave a few hundred meters away hidden behind rocks. The cave had not yet been filled with snow, so it was large enough to accommodate one person. Lightning rushed into the cave, poked half of her head out of the cave and looked up. A moment later, a queer, shiny ¡°door¡± suddenly appeared in midair. Then a demon walked out from behind the door and stood suspended right above the rapture. Lightning felt her chest constrict involuntarily, as though she were facing Ursrook again. The demon looked around cautiously before it dived. For a split second, Lightning felt all the blood within her freeze. It took her a great deal of efforts to suppress the urge to escape. However, she managed to stay put, as the demon was not aiming in her direction. The demon plummeted to the ground covered in snow, exhaling clouds of white flurries. When it straightened up again, Lightning saw a snowy owl in its clawed hand. Lightning swallowed hard, her hands involuntarily reaching for her own chest. Fortunately, that snowy owl was not Maggie. The demon gazed at the petrified snowy owl for a while and shook its head in disappointment before it released the bird. The owl screeched, soared into the sky, and disappeared from their sight. The demon did not linger. It stretched out its hand and ripped open the strange ¡°door¡± and vanished in front of the two witches. Lightning heaved a deep sigh. They were safe for now. ¡°Coo¡­ what do we do next?¡± Maggie asked, a little crestfallen, for she had realized her mistake. Lightning would have taken another route to sneak into the rapture in the past. The rapture was so massive that it was impossible for the Eye Demon to cover every inch of the area. As an explorer, Lightning would like to be the first person who made the discovery. Nevertheless, she was now not only an explorer but also the captain of the Neverwinter Exploration Group, as well as the scout for the First Army. Whatever was hidden underneath the rapture, the presence of the Eye Demon and the Senior Demon indicated potential danger! She must return to Neverwinter as soon as possible to inform King Roland Wimbledon. ¡°Let¡¯s go to the Snow Ridge and meet up with the Taquila witches,¡± Lightning said through clenched teeth. ¡°This mountain range is no longer safe. Someone has clearly set foot in this area.¡± Chapter 1206 - Just A Breath Away ¡°Have you found anything?¡± An upgraded subordinate came up to Hackzord as it revealed from the Distortion Door. ¡°No¡­¡± Hackzord said while studying its hands attentively. ¡°Probably the Eye Demon guard made a mistake.¡± ¡°That does happen occasionally. You could take a rest at the Red Mist Pond, sir. I¡¯ll alert you if anything comes up.¡± The subordinate paused for a second before it went on, ¡°Sir Valkries always bathes in this pond. I think¡­ you could also relax your muscles in there every now and then.¡± This was a pretty good idea. Hackzord did want to indulge in such a mundane pleasure and explore the beauty of the Realm of Mind. However, the king would not put blames on the Nightmare if anything went wrong with the plan for the Western Front. Instead, Hackzord was the one who would bear all the consequences. After a moment of silence, Hackzord answered, ¡°It would be too much for you to connect four Eye Demon guards at the same time. We¡¯ve entered the most crucial stage of our plan, so I¡¯d better monitor the situation myself. This is the last stronghold on the Western Front, and we mustn¡¯t fail the king.¡± The subordinate¡¯s manner instantly tightened into formality as it heard the king¡¯s name. It replied fervently, ¡°You¡¯re right, sir! I shall not let the king down!¡± Valkries was the one that let its guard down. Hackzord thought to himself expressionlessly. After Ursrook¡¯s tragic death at Taquila, this mountainous area became the focus of the Western Front plan. Hackzord exercised all its efforts to monitor this district. It had persuaded the front to spare four precious Eye Demon guards to monitor this area so that Hackzord could remain constant vigilance about lurking enemies. Eye Demons, whose vision would not be restricted by distance, lighting conditions, or the size of objects, were the most astute observers. They could immediately sense enemies and inform the demons connected to them. As the connection required a great deal of magic power, only upgraded ones were qualified to connect with Eye Demons. The world that Eye Demons saw were extremely complicated. They would not be able to mobilize themselves if they accepted all the information they received. Therefore, Eye Demons would normally conduct a preliminary screening and evaluate each creature they beheld in advance. Only those who posed a real threat or act strangely would be informed to the connected demons. Hackzord had sensed unusual movements just a moment ago. Like the subordinate had said, Eye Demons did make errors from time to time. This was because creatures tended to have their own unique ways to respond to nature, and not all of their behaviors were comprehensible. There was, for example, someone as inscrutable as the king, and also eccentrics like the Mask. Eye Demons, which lacked independent and critical thinking skills, sacrificed a lot for the thousands of eyes that encrusted their heads. As such, even though they possessed enormous magic power, not a single Eye Demon had upgraded to a Senior Lord over the past thousands of years. Nevertheless, Eye Demons were still deemed as a rare species by the clan, whose birth rate was only a little higher than those of the Hatcher and the Mother of Soul. Hackzord changed the subject. ¡°How¡¯s the revival of the Birth Tower going?¡± ¡°It¡¯s almost done. Everything¡¯s going well.¡± ¡°Very good. Take me there.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord!¡± Due to the impact of God¡¯s Stones, Hackzord could not go straight to the bottom of the valley and had to slowly make its descent through a flight of stairs. As they went down, the surroundings gradually turned into a whirl of crimson. The air was impregnated with the Red Mist, and the towering precipices formed a giant vessel, a natural container chiseled out of rocks, where the Red Mist could easily accumulate. After more than half a year of accumulation, the lower part of the rapture was now permeated with the thick, dense Red Mist that could support thousands of lives. However, Hackzord needed more than that. Only when they erected the Birth Tower from the God¡¯s Stone mine could their kind truly survive on this land, without fearing a sudden disruption of the Red Mist supply. The sunlight was completely replaced by a ghostly blue-purple light at the very bottom of the rapture. A stone tower stood magnificently before Hackzord among the God¡¯s Stone of Punishment Pillars. A faint tremor of excitement smote upon Hackzord. ¡°No matter how many times I view it, it always awes me,¡± the guard commented. ¡°Before, we were only able to erect the tower when the Origin of Magic appeared.¡± ¡°Yes, but it isn¡¯t the second Battle of Divine Will anymore,¡± Hackzord said with a nod. This particular Birth Tower was actually not supposed to be here because it did not grow out of the God¡¯s Stone mine but was an old one that had been set up a while ago. Although it currently relied on a huge base to support its weight, and its blotchy gray color signified a state of inactiveness, Hackzord knew this was just temporary. Soon, the tower would be reconnected to the God¡¯s Stone mine via the Mother of Soul. This was the upgrade they had obtained from the legacy shards. Over the past 400 years, their understanding of magic power and magic stones had experienced various drastic changes. The most important change was that they slowly became less independent of the Red Mist. Nonetheless, human beings also made remarkable progress. Hackzord approached the tower base and gazed at the dormant Mother of Soul. The Mother of Soul was the origin of everything, the most important individual out of the whole clan. It would only reach its maturity when magic power reached its peak and when the Divine Will emerged. By that time, the Mother of Soul would be fused with the raw God¡¯s Punishment Stone. Within a few years, the God¡¯s Stone mine would transform into a high tower that would further produce more Red Mist via magic power. Yet their new technology had considerably shortened this lengthy process. A fast-growing Birth Tower meant much less time to prepare for the war. As they would soon have ample Red Mist, they could even use the Red Mist as a weapon and quickly convert the enemy¡¯s territory into their own. There were nearly 100 Inferior Demons taking care of the Mother of Soul. They cleaned and fed her. In fact, the bottom of the great rapture was filled with thousands of such Inferior Demons. Through the window of the tower base, Hackzord saw those demons busy excavating the ground and transporting supplies. Some upgraded demons, on the other hand, were issuing commands on their Bogle Beasts. In the center of the rapture stood the symbotic demon newly created by the Mask. These powerful war machines would swarm toward their enemies upon an order. For a moment, Hackzord had an illusion that this place was the real front. In fact, this rapture was, in a sense, a frontline. If they failed to stop human beings on this continent, their future would become dismally uncertain. They had to defeat the mankind here to save their civilization. Therefore, they must win this battle for the king! Chapter 1207 - A New Idea In Neverwinter, Graycastle. Since the Longsong Cannons were not portable, the Artillery Battalion had become exceptionally unoccupied these days compared to the Gun Battalion that had set out for the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter to execute Roland¡¯s immigration plan. Apart from the daily training and the harvest, off-duty soldiers all went back home to spend time with their families. Van¡¯er also chose to go home. As the battalion commander, he rarely had free time these days, so Van¡¯er treasured this rare opportunity to unite with his families. He also took the advantage of this break calling on neighbors and old friends. Since alcohol was expressively forbidden in the army, the only time Van¡¯er could indulge in relvery was when he was off duty. After years of development, businesses in Neverwinter were currently far more dynamic and diverse than those in the old king¡¯s city. Under the influence of Roland¡¯s commercial district plan, the premises on either side of the street had now been in extremely high demand. Two-story premises were soon let out to shop owners and foreign merchants and were subsequently transformed into hotels, restaurants and taverns. Commodies from various parts of world were being constantly shipped to Neverwinter for sale. These shops supplemented the Convenience Market that mainly provided citizens with life necessities and staples. Van¡¯er was impressed with the king¡¯s foresight as he wandered about on the street while surveying peddling vendors. The city was busy but not congested. Everything was in a strict order: peddlers set up their booths in a designated area; pedestrians walked on the walkway paved with slabs; carriages ran in the middle of the road. Van¡¯er remembered that someone had raised questions as to why they needed to broaden up the road in the beginning the construction work. Many people questioned about the necessity to create two respective lanes for pedestrians and wagons. Now, it appeared that it was quite a wise decision. Van¡¯er suspected that Roland might have foreseen the future beforehand. After passing two main driveways, Van¡¯er reached his destination, the tavern ¡°Lucky Shell¡±. As soon as he entered the store, a person limped up to him from behind the bar and greeted him. ¡°Sir, there you are!¡± ¡°Just Van¡¯er. This isn¡¯t the army,¡± Van¡¯er said smilingly while pulling the bartender into a crushing hug. ¡°How¡¯s your business going? It looks good, eh?¡± This person was known as ¡°Iron Crutch¡±. Half a year ago during that fierce night battle against the demons at Tower Station No. 1, a spear had penetrated Iron Crutch¡¯s abdomen and leg when he had been charging at the demons to retrieve the artillery field. He lost his consciousness on the spot. Although Nana later saved him, he still lost his right leg and had to replace it with an iron stick. That was how he got his nickname. Iron Crutch thus retired from the military service. He opened this ¡°Lucky Shell¡± in the eastern city with the benefits received from the government and his salaries, and this tavern became where the First Army often met each other during their break. ¡°Since I¡¯m a retired veteran, the rent is relatively low for me. I can manage,¡± Iron Crutch said while messaging his hands in excitement. ¡°If only you could come here a little more often.¡± Van¡¯er replied, ¡°Then you¡¯ll have to wait for my retirement or when I¡¯m like you. By the way, Are Rhone brothers here?¡± ¡°They¡¯re both upstairs. Let me take you up there.¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s fine. Don¡¯t worry about me. Come drink with us when you aren¡¯t so busy.¡± ¡°Sounds good,¡± Iron Crutch agreed pleasantly. Van¡¯er went up stairs and immediately saw his old friends sitting at a round table. Jop. Cat¡¯s Claw, Rodney and Nelson were all there. These people used to shudder at charging knights when the Artillery Battalion had first been founded. Now, they had all elevated themselves to military officers that the whole Artillery Battalion relied on. Because each of them had their own duties, they had not drunk together in the tavern for a while. Van¡¯er joined them. They exchanged opinions on various matters ardently. The most frequent topic of discussion was naturally the army and the upcoming Battle of Divine Will. According to the king, this would be an unprecedentedly massive war that would involve the entire continent. They were not certain whether they could see each other again after the war ended. ¡°We¡¯re actually quite lucky. At least, we don¡¯t need to fight those monsters directly,¡± Rodney drained his glass and sighed. ¡°If the artillery is defeated, then we pretty much lose the battle.¡± ¡°The problem is that we don¡¯t know what new tricks demons will play¡­ Remember that unexpected night attack at Tower Station No.1?¡± Cat¡¯s Claw commented while shrugging. ¡°I hope our soldiers could learn to cope with the demons themselves. They shouldn¡¯t wait for the Gun Battalion or the Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics to rescue them.¡± Everyone assented in earnest. ¡°Exactly. If only we have powerful weapons as well. Revolving rifles could kill knights but not the demons.¡± ¡°Drop it. I¡¯ve heard that the army is going to use bolt rifles in the future. There¡¯ll be no revolvers anymore soon.¡± ¡°Really? Commander, are you positive?¡± Van¡¯er confirmed with a nod in response to the others¡¯ inquiring look, ¡°The First Unit and the Sixth Unit have already switched to the new weapons. It may take a while for all of us to have one due to limited production.¡± Jop said, frowning, ¡°I tried the new gun once. It¡¯s powerful and accurate, but it¡¯s too slow for a close-range attack. Can¡¯t the Artillery Battalion keep using the old weapons?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid not. The management team has made the decision,¡± Van¡¯er replied while pointing at the ceiling. ¡°We use traditional black powder to operate revolvers. The bullet will be pretty much the same, so those who used to produce black powder could now help with the bullet production.¡± ¡°Then¡­ maybe we should ask Sir Iron Axe to persuade His Majesty to design a new weapon for us?¡± ¡°Forget it,¡± Nelson snorted. ¡°Brian will definitely butt in!¡± ¡°Yes, the Artillery Battalion only needs cannons,¡± Cat¡¯s Claw said with a perfect imitation of Brian¡¯s tone. ¡°Don¡¯t you often say that the barrels should be as large as possible? Leave those tiny ones to us Gun Battalion. Lads, drink on!¡± The group of officers roared with laughter. Only Van¡¯er remained silent. He gazed at his glass, apparently lost in thought. ¡°Commander?¡± Van¡¯er stroked his chin and said slowly, ¡°What if we create a weapon on our own?¡± ¡°What weapon? A new flintlock?¡± Cat¡¯s Claw asked, his brows raised. ¡°Commander, you¡¯re drunk, aren¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Shut up! I¡¯m not sure if you have noticed it. Both the grapeshot guns used by the Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics and the Mark I type HMGs operated by the Gun Battalion are equipped with an air duct for steady firing,¡± Van¡¯er said meditatively. ¡°I¡¯ve seen many disposed weapons. Although their structures are not always the same, they have pretty much the same mechanism.¡± ¡°Er¡­ Really? How come I don¡¯t know?¡± ¡°That¡¯s why you aren¡¯t the commander,¡± Rodney said sagely while twitching his lips. ¡°Having said that, we would need manpower and supplies to create weapons. Sir Iron Axe doesn¡¯t charge the plant that manufactures weapons.¡± ¡°No, we aren¡¯t making weapons from scratch but are simply upgrading the ones we currently have,¡± Van¡¯er said, feeling more confident about what he was saying. ¡°It won¡¯t involve the plant or the Administrative Office. We just need a skillful worker.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw, Rodney and Nelson all rested their eyes on Jop. Jop sighed deeply and raised his hands. ¡°Fine. My brother is working in the industrial zone. His job is to process and assemble steam engines. I¡¯ll take you there tomorrow.¡± Chapter 1208 - Vaners Gun Chapter 1208: Van¡¯er¡¯s Gun Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The next day at noon, they went to the Second Mechanic Plant in the industrial zone with Jop. After hearing the purpose of their trip, Jop¡¯s brother, Lafite, showed great interest in Van¡¯er¡¯s proposal. He took Van¡¯er¡¯s rifle and fiddled the weapon affectionately before he asked, ¡°Are we really allowed to do this? I was a miner, and what I¡¯m now doing is simply some manual labor like sharpening and slicing. If I screw it up¡­¡± ¡°Brother!¡± Jop stopped him indignantly. ¡°One or two shouldn¡¯t be a problem. Guns break easily after all since we use them a lot during the training,¡± Van¡¯er said. ¡°However, if you break a lot, then it means that my method doesn¡¯t work. I won¡¯t blame you.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Lafite said while nodding in excitement. ¡°Then leave it to me! I¡¯ll do my best, as machine tools in the plant aren¡¯t always available.¡± ¡°Your brother seems to like flintlocks very much,¡± Cat¡¯s Claw whispered to Jop. ¡°That¡¯s nothing unusual,¡± Rodney rejoined. ¡°Who doesn¡¯t like powerful weapons? We used to flail swords and spears. Now we fire cannons and guns.¡± Van¡¯er also thought the same way. After witnessing the true power of the 12-pound field artillery, he gradually fell in love with weapons. Van¡¯er opened the leather bag his friends brought with them, took out a disabled HMG and then handed a metal tube to Lafite. Van¡¯er said, ¡°Let¡¯s begin.¡± ¡­ The barrel of the rifle was soon fixed to a drilling machine. Lafite turned on the machine, aligned the drill with the mark on the barrel, and slowly moved the drill downwards. When the drill touched the barrel, the metal tube splintered into numerous tiny chips. It was a new experience for Van¡¯er. Although he knew that both the steam engine and the Longsong Cannons were made of metal ingots, it was his first time witnessing the actual production. He was amazed when seeing the robust iron gradually melt and dissolve into various shapes. According to Lafite, the machine tools in the Second Mechanic Plant were all in their third generation powered by Dawn I. Compared to the old machine tools driven by steam engines, the new ones were much more steady and quiet. In addition, they could start working anytime. Some skillful workers could even carve intricate patterns on a tiny iron rod the size of a fingernail. Yet Van¡¯er did not require such exquisite skills. After reflecting upon his proposal for a night, he redrafted his plan. The principle was to use the least resources to attain his goal. The transformation of the gun should be simple and must not interfere with the daily operation of the plant. As such, he brought the air duct of Mark I, in a hope of simplifying the procedure and saving time. With a sample air duct, they could then easily ignite gunpowder. The problem, nonetheless, was how to keep up a steady fire. Van¡¯er had developed a great interest in the HMGs used by the Gun Battalion a long time ago. During the war of the North Slope, he had played with those machine guns many times. One thing that Van¡¯er was certain was that Mark I was much larger than rifles because it had a much more complicated recoil system. Further, the loading systems of the two weapons were also quite different. Machine guns required a cartridge, whereas rifles were only equipped with a clip. Therefore, it was impossible to copy the whole model. Even if his method worked, Iron Axe and Brian would not allow the artillery to use heavy machine gun parts. The best way to upgrade rifles was to just upgrade the barrel. ¡°That¡¯s pretty much it¡­¡± Lafite said as he cleansed the drill and compared the air duct and the rifle against the sunlight. ¡°These two barrels should be about the same length once we cut off the excessive part.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t connect them as yet,¡± Van¡¯er stopped Lafite as he produced a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out. ¡°I want you to help me to make this spare part as well.¡± There was a crude diagram on the paper. The part was in the shape of an arc, about one finger long and two fingers wide, with a groove in the middle. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± the other officers asked curiously. ¡°It doesn¡¯t look like a gun part.¡± Van¡¯er was not sure if this part would really work. It was simply one of his wild ideas that had yet been verified. However, he must not retract, so he said, ¡°Ahem¡­ if everything goes well, I believe this new part will replace our hands.¡± ¡­ Five days later, many soldiers from the Artillery Battalion gathered at the First Army¡¯s shooting range. They had learned from their superiors that a new flintlock that would enable the artillery to keep up a steady fire was currently under test. Unlike all the other weapons widely used by the army, this weapon was invented by Commander Van¡¯er instead of His Majesty. Many soldiers were intrigued by the news and came to see what this new weapon looked like during their break. To their dismay, the weapon under test could indeed fire steadily, although it did, from time to time, got jammed. As long as the user continuously pulled the trigger, the gun could eject multiple bullets at a time. Unlike the revolving rifles that could only fire five bullets, this upgraded one could fire 20, which would almost rival an HMG if multiple such upgraded guns fired at the same time. ¡°I can¡¯t believe that you really made it,¡± Cat¡¯s Claw remarked impressively. ¡°Now I know why Sir Iron Axe chose you to be the commander.¡± ¡°His Majesty taught me all this. Doesn¡¯t he always say that we need to apply what we learn from books to actual work? I simply did what His Majesty told us to,¡± Van¡¯er said triumphantly. He had not expected that his plan would work so well. Within just five days, he had created a new weapon. Next, they would only need to make a few adjustments and the Artillery Battalion would be able to increase the power of their guns significantly at a minimal cost. ¡°Are you Commander Van¡¯er?¡± someone asked suddenly. ¡°Yes, you are¡­¡± Van¡¯er said as he turned around. ¡°I¡¯m Danny, a member of the sniper team,¡± the man said with a smile. ¡°I saw a lot of people here, so I came to see what¡¯s going on. I¡¯m on duty today¡­ Can I try out your new weapon?¡± ¡°The sniper team?¡± Jop echoed, a little surprised, and then cast a glance at Van¡¯er, ¡°Chief ¡ª ¡± Van¡¯er knew that every single member of the sniper team was an elite picked by Brian from the Gun Battalion. The sniper team made its fame through the battle against the church at the Coldwind Ridge. They received a medal from His Majesty for their outstanding performance. They were the best among the best and were also highly respected among the soldiers. If this new weapon caught the attention of the sniper team, wouldn¡¯t there be a possibility that the Artillery Battalion could finally overpower the Gun Battalion? In response to Jop and Cat¡¯s Claw¡¯s eager look, Van¡¯er replied with a faint smile, ¡°Of course. Please go ahead.¡± Chapter 1209 - Testing Result Danny took the gun and instantly noticed that the center of the gravity had changed. The gun was, overall, heavier than a regular rifle. Apart from the second tube installed to the barrel, this new gun looked no different than an ordinary bolt rifle used by most of the soldiers in the Gun Battalion, although it was not as well-made as his own high-precision rifle. The biggest change was that this additional metal tube ran all the way to the bottom of the barrel and was connected to the bolt. This must be the reason that the gun could keep up a steady fire. Danny took the aim and pulled the triggered. However, instead of locking his eyes on the muzzle, he gazed at the iron tube on one side of the barrel. As the gun trembled when the bullet escaped from the muzzle, something extraordinary happened. It was just a split second, but Danny noticed the change in the bolt. The rod in the iron tube was pushed forward and then retracted along with the metal shard attached to its end. This metal shard was normally fixed to the bolt. If someone tried to forcibly pull it, it would get jammed and break the rod. However, the groove in the middle of the shard enabled the bolt to retract and thereby unlock it. Then, the whole process reversed. The rod retracted to the tube and the bolt returned to its original spot. The metal shard slid back to the bottom and locked the bore again. This was such an ingenious design! This additional part was quite self-explanatory. Even a lay man like Danny could immediately understand the mechanism behind it. Basically, the rod in the second iron tube replaced manual labor. What was clever about this design was that the rod completed four steps at a time, namely, pushing, pulling, lifting and pressing. Without any external force, the gun was automatically restored. Danny fired all the bullets, mesmerized by the pungent smell of gunpowder and that familiar voice that always visited him on the battlefield. ¡°You missed one shot out of 20,¡± Malt said. ¡°Not used to the new weapon?¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t got used to it yet. See if I miss any in the next round.¡± ¡°See what?¡± a surprised voice said to him. Danny pulled himself back to the present. He suddenly realized that this was not a battlefield, and a group of onlookers were watching him in the shooting range. Danny looked toward the confused Artillery Battalion commander as he rose and said while shaking his head, ¡°No¡­ I¡¯m just mumbling.¡± ¡°You¡¯re really an excellent sniper. 19 out of 20. That¡¯s really something, and you¡¯re still not satisfied,¡± Van¡¯er said while patting Danny on the shoulder. He then asked hopefully, ¡°So¡­ what do you think of this gun?¡± Danny knew about the competition between the Artillery Battalion and the Gun Battalion. Nevertheless, both of the two battalions served the king. He thus said honestly, ¡°It¡¯s perfect, except it¡¯s a little unstable and heavy. I wish the sniper team could also have an upgraded weapon like this, if possible.¡± If truth be told, the gun was as accurate as regular rifles when shooting targets were at 50 and 100 meters. Although it was a lot heavier than a rifle, the sniper team and the Artillery Battalion were not required to fire on standby or carry the weapon on the go.¡± The greatest strength of this upgraded gun was that it enabled soldiers to keep up a steady fire. Since the current gun could not fire steadily, soldiers had to readjust their position and took the aim again after they missed their target. The repositioning normally took a few seconds, and more often than not, they lost track of the target. Therefore, they fired less frequently than ordinary soldiers. However, the upgraded gun minimized the readjustment and enabled soldiers to fire again immediately. This weapon would thus be very helpful for a massive warfare. Van¡¯er was pleased to hear that his work received some kind of acknowledgment. He grinned, ¡°It¡¯s just a preliminary design. If you could help us further improve the weapon, I would feel more comfortable when I talk to Sir Iron Axe.¡± Van¡¯er believed if the sniper team used the gun designed by the Artillery Battalion, then surely he outperformed Brian. Danny, on the other hand, agreed to help Van¡¯er purely out of his person affection toward firearms that could efficiently kill demons, the smell of gunpowder, and the voice of his ghost friend, Malt. Danny thus said, ¡°I¡¯m happy to be of service, Mr. Commander.¡± The two of them smiled at each other and reached an agreement. ¡­ Roland learned about this new weapon a few days later. As an increasing number of soldiers from the Artillery Battalion visited the Second Mechanic Plant, the superintendent of the plant reported the incident to the Administrative Office, who later forwarded the news to the Minister of Engineering, Anna. Roland was greatly amused by the duplicate sample created by Anna. The design was crude. Although the gun could fire steadily, it would easily break down since the additional metal tube was exposed in the air. The gun thus required extensive maintenance. Having said that, the artillery, after all, did not need to fire very frequently. ¡°What do you think?¡± Anna asked smilingly. ¡°Well¡­ there¡¯s a lot that can be done, but it¡¯s a good sign,¡± Roland said casually. ¡°At least, it shows that soldiers start to think independently and know what kind of weapon they really need. The strengths of this gun are also very obvious, which are minimal costs and simple alteration.¡± There would certainly be a huge increase in the consumption of bullets if the whole army started to use this new weapon. Fortunately, frontline soldiers who mainly relied on HMGs did not necessarily need to fire successively. Well, in that case, let¡¯s help them,¡± Anna said, nodding. The design of the weapon was soon finalized with Anna¡¯s assistance. The bolt and piston were replaced by a more flexible latch structure. Its joint was encased in a shell to stablize the weapon, so the gun would not get easily jammed. After a part of the air duct was cut off, the weapon was officially upgraded. Roland advised that the new rifle should be named after Van¡¯er. Soon after the news was announced, the Ministry of Engineering suddenly received tons of recommendations and feedback. Roland was pleased with the turn of the event. He finally saw the result of universal education. The success of his education plan excited Roland even more than the new weapon itself. Also, there was another piece of good news. Celine told him that there was a breakthrough in the research of the Magic Ceremony Cube. She found a way to significantly reduce the consumption of uranium when she was making the sixth batch of cube replicates. Chapter 1210 - A Cube-Powered Vehicle In the underground laboratory in the Third Border City Roland immediately took Anna to the laboratory. Through the thick protection glass, he saw two activated Magic Ceremony Cubes at the center of the laboratory. The wall of the laboratory was plastered with lead plates. One of the Cubes looked quite normal while the other ejected much shorter red laser beams. ¡°Is the one that ejects shorter red light the new replicate?¡± Anna asked perceptively. ¡°That¡¯s right. Actually, it was purely an accident,¡± Celine replied brightly. ¡°Normally, Slimwrist carves the patterns on the parts. If the materials are damaged, then it won¡¯t be easy to duplicate the patterns, so we normally dispose those damaged stones. However, a week ago when Slimwrist was carving Part No. 236, we found the stone crack, which means this specific part is defective.¡± Roland asked meditatively, ¡°But you didn¡¯t throw No. 236 away?¡± As all the materials used to create duplicates were collected from the Southernmost Region, and since those tablets had been buried underground for 1,000 years, it was normal to have damage here and there. Celine tapped her main tentacle and said, ¡°I thought it would be a waste to throw it away, so I kept it just in case. Then I installed it on the Magic Cube previously made to see whether it would function properly.¡± Roland looked at Celine incredulously. That was a nuclear torture device! ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Your Majesty,¡± Celine said as if seeing the thought in Roland¡¯s mind. She raised her blobbed head and continued, ¡°I conducted the test in the Impassable Mountain Range. Nothing would happen to Neverwinter even if something went terribly wrong. This is a principle followed by the members of the Quest Society. You don¡¯t need to feel sad for me in the event I¡¯m killed. For the sake of truth, I really can¡¯t care less about my personal safety¡­¡± Looking at eloquent Celine, Roland realized his concern was unnecessary. He thus said, ¡°Now, your finding!¡± ¡°Ahem, sorry,¡± Celine said while clearing her throat. ¡°Anyway, just as what you¡¯ve seen, the Magic Cube could still be activated, although the range of the red beam shortened by 90%. However, the tri-tank magic power unit could still transmit energies. I conducted a heating test to see whether the shortened red beam affected heat transmission. It took me two to three days to complete the test. When I examined the uranium chip, I was amazed to find that it did not change much. Also, it appears that much less magic power was consumed when the range of the red beam shortened.¡± Anna asked thoughtfully, ¡°So, most of the magic power was used to maintain the red beam?¡± ¡°I now understand why you became a Senior Witch even faster than Agatha,¡± Celine praised. ¡°It took me quite a while to reach the same conclusion. If that beam is comprised of numerous tiny particles, it¡¯ll be hard to direct them all to the same spot. The experiment indicated that the heat transmission on the front, left and right sides wouldn¡¯t be affected as long as you didn¡¯t touch the red beam. Therefore, I conclude that the decrease in the laser range did save a lot of power.¡± ¡°Hang on,¡± Roland interrupted suddenly. ¡°This means that Part No. 236 determines the radiation range?¡± This was definitely a major discovery even more important than the sustainability of the power system. There were around more than 300 parts in one Magic Ceremony Cube. Nobody knew how magic power worked through those patterned stones. Now, there seemed to be a solution to analyze the power within the cube. ¡°Yes,¡± Celine assented, a twinge of excitement in her voice. ¡°Perhaps the patterns on each part have a specific function. If we could decipher those patterns, we could probably understand how magic power worked within the Magic Ceremony Cube.¡± ¡°Each part functions differently. It looks like the radiation clan shared the same mindset with us,¡± Anna said with a smile. ¡°Aren¡¯t we lucky?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Roland confirmed with a nod. He knew what Anna meant. Civilizations varied drastically in terms of language, mindset and appearance. It was almost impossible to find a similar one to learn from. The underground civilization, for example, could only operate the core device after transferring the soul to a carrier. Celine had spent hundreds of years trying to understand its mechanism, but the research was fruitless. Therefore, each civilization, in a way, was lonely. Although Roland had promised earlier that human beings could still learn from lost civilizations without the legacy shards, it was actually not easy to do so, especially when there was no guidance or assistance available. How could one learn about the other when they had different mindsets? If Celine was right, then the radiation clan, which was the first civilization that shared some similarity with the human race, might enlighten them on the research of magic power. ¡°By the way,¡± Anna said as she suddenly grinned at Roland. ¡°Since the magic power unit has been finalized and we have also solved the sustainability problem, isn¡¯t it time for you to fulfill your promise?¡± Gazing at Anna¡¯s bright, blue eyes, Roland found it hard to turn down her request. ¡°Yes, yes¡­ Your Highness,¡± he said while smiling back. ¡°I¡¯ll start working on it once I¡¯m back to the castle.¡± ¡­ The dawn broke with loud noises. Soraya sat up from her bed in a daze. She yawned dramatically and fumbled for her clothes. These were the noises produced by steam engines that she heard every morning. They marked the beginning of another busy day. But she noticed it was particularly early today. Soraya cast a glance at Echo who was still deep in her sleep, and put on her clothes quietly. She wondered who else in the castle got up earlier than her. Then Soraya suddenly realized that this was not the industrial zone. Why were there noises of steam engines. It was weekend today, and most of the witches slept in. The castle would be empty until it was time for lunch. Was she dreaming? The roar started again outside the window, and Soraya heard someone talk and laugh sprightly. ¡°This is so interesting!¡± ¡°Your Majesty, let me try it.¡± ¡°Me too, me too!¡± ¡°What happened?¡± Echo asked blearily as she rose. ¡°I don¡¯t know. It¡¯s probably Mystery Moon¡­¡± Soraya said as she stretched and pulled back the thick curtains. Sunlight spilled across the room through the window. It was actually not early anymore. After she became more comfortable with the sudden brightness, she peered down from her window and was surprised at what she saw. Many witches were congregated at the castle gate, staring at something at the center of the yard, looking excited. Soraya then saw Anna sitting in a peculiar four-wheeled carriage. There were no horses, but the vehicle ran on its own. Anna¡¯s face split into a big smile. Immediately, Soraya¡¯s eyes were glued to the strange vehicle. Chapter 1211 - A Farming Tractor ¡°Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what¡¯s Lady Anna driving?¡± Roland turned around and saw Echo and Soraya rush toward him. ¡°It¡¯s a car, a Magic Cube-powered car!¡± Mysterious Moon supplied the answer fervently. ¡°If you want to drive it, go line up.¡± ¡°A¡­ car?¡± Soraya echoed, ¡°A car powered by a steam engine?¡± ¡°Yup, but the boiler of the steam engine has been replaced by the relic of the radiation clan, so that¡¯s why it¡¯s so small,¡± Mystery Moon boasted. ¡°It¡¯s still a lot larger than an electric motor though. I wish it could be powered by Dawn I. That¡¯ll be perfect¡­ No, then we should call it a magnet-driven car!¡± ¡®You can barely manage to work with dozens of copper rods,¡± Lily retorted while twitching her lips. ¡°And now you want to power a car?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Mystery Moon faltered. ¡°I, I just came of age, so obviously I¡¯m not that powerful. Perhaps I could manufacture tons of Dawn I after I upgrade.¡± ¡°I would rather put my hope in Miss Doris,¡± Lily said scathingly. ¡°Shut up, or I¡¯ll take away all your Chaos Drinks!¡± ¡°I dare you ¡ª ¡± ¡°Haha¡­¡± Phyllis burst into a laughter. ¡°Actually, no matter it¡¯s powered by steam or electricity, we still call it a ¡®car¡¯.¡± ¡°Really?¡± All the other witches said together while looking toward her. ¡°Yes, in the Dream World, it¡¯s called a car,¡± Phyllis replied triumphantly. ¡°The cars in the Dream World are much better than this one Her Highness is now driving. They could not only shelter us from rain and wind, but they¡¯re also equipped with an advanced heating and air-conditioning system. It¡¯s pretty much like a mobile house, and it¡¯s a lot faster than horses!¡± ¡°Have you¡­ driven a car before?¡± Mystery Moon asked, her eyes widening in curiosity. ¡°Of course,¡± Phyllis bragged. ¡°I once drove His Majesty¡¯s vehicle on an endless highway. The vehicle literally trembled when I drove at the maximum speed. I could only hear wind howling around me, and I felt I could conquer the whole world!¡± Roland mopped his forehead, amazed that Phyllis could drive his battered mini van in the same manner as she drove a luxurious sports car. The truth was that his vehicle had poor noise insulation and it always wobbled violently on highways. Nevertheless, even the old mini van functioned better than this cube-powered vehicle. It had taken Roland only four days to complete the production. The vehicle was comprised of a steam engine at the front, a heating system at the rear, a power unit attached to the automobile frame, and a couch in the middle. Apart from a steering wheel, a clutch and a brake, the vehicle had no gearbox but only a valve next to the seat to adjust the speed. Once the Magic Ceremony Cube heated up the water and set the steam engine in motion, the vehicle would start to move. As the air pressure in the conduits increased, the vehicle accelerated. Then the driver could switch the valve on to release some steam so that the steam engine would not overload. In this way, the driver adjusted the speed of the vehicle. In other words, the driver simply needed to press on the brake and the clutch to slow down and release the brake to accelerate. Due to the high air pressure, the spinning cogwheel might sustain some extent of damage. Therefore, once the vehicle came to a complete stop, the driver must open the valve to release the steam and reduce the air pressure in the steam engine. Despite the cubersome power unit, the primitive automobile frame, and the crude steering device, Anna was over the moon. Like a little girl who had just received the best present in the world, she drove around the yard with the slightest intention of taking a rest. In addition to Anna, the other witches were also aroused by the vehicle. They exchanged excited murmurs. It was the first time they laughed so heartily after the battle of Taquila. Roland wished Tilly could share this happiness. Nightingale told him that Tilly invested most of her time in training aerial knights, so she rarely came to the castle lately. Perhaps, for Tilly, the happiest thing was to defeat the demons. When Anna finally alighted from the vehicle and asked who would like to try out, all the witches pressed forward to take the share. Sylvie, who was the first to arrive at the scene and spot the car, got the opportunity to drive. ¡°How do you like it,¡± Roland asked Anna. ¡°It¡¯s more fun than I thought,¡± Anna replied with a smile. ¡°Thank you, Roland. I¡¯m so glad that you taught me how to drive.¡± Roland dazed for a second as he saw Anna¡¯s face split into a dazzling smile. He quickly averted his eyes, a little embarrassed, as though he had suddenly traveled back to the time when they had first met. Roland said, ¡°Well, I¡¯m glad you like it.¡± Anna blinked and said, ¡°By the way, Celine found a way to stabilize the Magic Ceremony Cube. Does it mean that we could use the Cube in the Battle of Divine Will?¡± ¡°Technically, we could,¡± Roland replied on a cough and pulled himself together. ¡°We just need to keep supplying water to make sure that the cube-powered steam engine works. Time will tell how much this new steam engine could help with the logistics.¡± ¡°Can we use the steam engine to create an armored war machine with a Longsong Cannon anchored to the top?¡± Phyllis cut in. ¡°If you could make such a weapon, then we don¡¯t have to be afraid of the Spider Demons anymore.¡± It was true that a competent power unit would make an armored unit possible. With a powerful tank, they could instantly dominate the war. Even the crudest tank could easily repulse Mad Demons and block spears and bone needles ejected by Spidery Monstrous Beasts. It was a weapon as well as a defense. Nevertheless, extensive research was required to create such an advanced weapon. Not only did they have to improve technologies, but they have to also educate workers. Anna could not manufacture the biplanes and the armored weapons at the same time, it was also unrealistic to directly create a tank. In short, considering the limited technologies and resources, most of the work had to be completed by plant workers. The first project that came to Roland¡¯s mind, however, was not a tank or an infantry fighting vehicle but a transportation tool for civil services. This transportation tool could considerably increase farming efficiency while saving a lot of manpower. As the principle and technologies applied to this transportation tool were quite similar to those related to armored vehicles, Roland could also, at the same time, provide soldiers with some training. Meanwhile, workers in the plant could also immediately start to produce armored weapons, if necessary. This transportation tool was ¡ª a tractor. Chapter 1212 - Rainbow Stone ¡°Ahhh! Help! I can¡¯t steer it around. Someone help me!¡± A piercing shiek interrupted Roland¡¯s train of thought. Roland looked up and saw the vehicle dash toward the flower bed at the center of the yard. In the vehicle sat Mystery Moon. ¡°You, you idiot!¡± Lily said through clenched teeth. ¡°Hit the brake!¡± ¡°I did¡­ but it doesn¡¯t work, ahhhh!¡± Mystery Moon screamed in terror. The car ran wild. It bounced off the flower bed and streaked toward the castle gate. ¡°Your Majesty, watch out!¡± Wendy shouted. There was instantly a great commotion. ¡°Holy crap,¡± Roland said within himself, gaping at Mystery Moon who steered the vehicle frantically with her eyes clamp shut. He was astonished that a car without gas could go so wrong. What a monstrous driver Mystery Moon was! Much to Roland¡¯s consternation, the crowd was not dispersed. All the witches, on the contrary, stopped in front of the car. In a second, all the witches applied their various abilities. Anna summoned a Blackfire wall; Lotus created a ditch to separate Roland from the yard; Iffy summoned her Magic Cage, and Andrea was about to shoot her Light Arrow; Nightingale grabbed Roland by the arm, ready to drag him into the mist anytime. In the end, Phyllis and Lorgar stopped the vehicle by force. They grasped the bumper of the vehicle and lifted the car off the ground. Then Anna turned down the Magic Ceremony Cube with her Blackfire. The steam engine was immediately silenced. ¡°Ahhhhh! Run, guys!¡± Mystery Moon yelled hysterically, her hand still on the steering wheel. ¡°You BIG THICKHEAD!¡± Lily strode across the ditch and slammed her hand on the back of Mystery Moon¡¯s head. Her scream instantly perished into a grumble. Mystery Moon opened her eyes, her hands on her head, looking perfectly innocent. ¡°Mystery Moon!¡± Seeing Wendy and Scroll dart in her direction in a hot rage, Mystery Moon realized that she had made a big mistake. She pleaded, ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m so sorry ¡ª¡± But it was too late. She had been dragged out of the vehicle and into the castle before she could justify her behavior. ¡°You always cause trouble!¡± ¡°No time off for you this week!¡± ¡°I order you to copy the rules of the Witch Union 100 times!¡± ¡°And you also have to complete five sets of homework before dinner!¡± Mystery Moon¡¯s cry reverberated across the whole yard. All the witches shuddered at the long murmur of echoes, except Anna. ¡°I examined the vehicle. There¡¯s nothing wrong with the steering wheel or the brake,¡± Anna said to Roland. ¡°There¡¯s only one reason why Mystery Moon lost control.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°She¡¯s not strong enough to maneuver the car,¡± Anna said with a magnificently forgiving air. Roland laughed at such an amusing truth. It appeared those who were weaker than Mystery Moon probably could not drive the car unless he installed an assisting mechanism to the steering wheel and the brake. Lotus and Anna soon fixed the yard. Looking at a group of witch who was not able to disguise their eagerness, Roland said while shaking his head, ¡°If you still want to go on a ride, then talk to Anna. As long as she agrees, I don¡¯t have any objections. Just make sure that you don¡¯t destroy the castle. Right, another thing. Don¡¯t forget to come back for lunch.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°Please let me have a go first!¡± ¡°Hey, I came here before you!¡± The yard was again alive with laughters. ¡­ ¡°Sir, it¡¯s here.¡± A carriage staggered to a halt in front of a tavern. Victor Lothar alighted from the wagon and tossed two silver royals at the coachman before he got in. ¡°Mr. Victor!¡± a pretty young lady in a white robe greeted him at a trot. She took the luggage from Victor and said ardently, ¡°We keep the room for you. Please, this way.¡± Victor¡¯s room was the largest one on the top floor. Everything was just as the same as when he had departed last time, including incenses, grape wines and his personal maid, Tinkle. Victor nodded in satisfaction. This was the power of money. Although it could not bring the dead to life, it could freeze time. ¡°It has been a while since last time you were here,¡± Tinkle said as she pulled back the curtains, opened the window and poured him a cup of tea. ¡°My boss thought you encountered bandits or died in a shipwreck. He asked the accountant to check the gold royals you left here every day to see how long we can keep the room for you. He wants to let out this room to someone else but at the same time doesn¡¯t want to break Neverwinter contract law. It¡¯s really amusing to see that he was caught in such a disgusting dilemma.¡± Victor felt his fatigue gradually dissipated as he listened to his maid babbling. He asked, ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid that he¡¯ll know that you badmouth him behind his back?¡± Tinkle stuck out her tongue and said, ¡°Unless you tell him. By the way, where have you been? Was it a great undertaking?¡± ¡°Well, sort of,¡± Victor said while sipping the tea. ¡°I spent most of my time in the Southern Territory in the past half a year.¡± ¡°The Southern Territory?¡± Tinkle echoed in confusion, her head lopsided. ¡°That area isn¡¯t famous for gemstones, is it?¡± ¡°There are gemstones everywhere, provided that you know where to find them,¡± Victor said, shrugging. ¡°For example, in the south, gemstones grow on trees.¡± ¡°Sir, you must be making fun of me,¡± the maid said a little indignantly. Victor smiled. He knew Tinkle would not believe him. In fact, he could not believe it either before he actually saw it. The cotton field was, to his surprise, even more beautiful than gemstones. The plants cultivated by Leaf were incredible. The cotton was large and soft like snow, completely different from the one he used to see. Victor had been busy in the past few months. He summoned all the tailors in his native town, built a plant at the Port of Clearwater, and hired staff to work for him. Once the harvest season was over, he started to sell the cotton to the public. His business was better than he had initially anticipated. As this new cotton was affordable and high-quality, they soon outstripped their competitors. All his products were fairly popular, from cotton blankets all the way to cotton winter jackets. Nevertheless, Victor knew that competition always existed. He knew when other merchants also started to purchase cotton seeds from Leaf, his market would inevitably shrink a little bit. Therefore, apart from common cotton fabrics, he also produced high-end commodities, which were mainly clothes tailored to wealthy customers. All the clothes were carefully designed and made, with a tiny logo of a colorful gemstone at sleeves and collars that marked the uniqueness of his products. Those clothes were soon acknowledged by a certain group of people and were subsequently called ¡°Rainbow Stone¡±. Victor thus also granted the same logo to his low-end products such as blankets and robes, only that the logo is monochrome. Victor predicted that even if other merchants sold their products at a lower price than his, people would still tend to buy his products because of the Rainbow Stone logo. Just like jewelry, nobles always preferred to purchase those processed by masters over the ones that were not. ¡°How long are you going to stay here this time,¡± Tinkle asked after a long silence. ¡°Probably three or four days. I have a lot to do in the Southern Territory,¡± Victor replied. ¡°That soon?¡± the maid asked in a low voice. Victor understood that Tinkle would have to serve other customers if he decided to surrender the tenancy. She preferred to clean a vacant room than serving customers. Victor did not really care about the possible change, but he did like Tinkle to serve him. He had not got tired of her yet. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll pay a good amount of gold royals before I return to Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Tinkle said, her facing lighting up. ¡°That isn¡¯t much, really,¡± Victor said while straightening up and tossed a gold royal at Tinkle. ¡°This is your pay. I need to pay a visit to the Administrative Office. Lead the way.¡± Chapter 1213 - The Beginning of an Enterprise Over the past six months, although Victor Lothar had stayed in the Southern Territory, he had paid close attention to Neverwinter, for he believed that this city would undoubtedly become the central city of the world in the future. The impact of this future capital would extend to not only Graycastle but also the other three kingdoms and the Fjords. Therefore, Victor asked his men to purchase Graycastle Weekly and send a copy to the Port of Clearwater every day. He returned to Neverwinter because of two major events that had caught his attention. One was the sale of the Miracle Building and the other was the release of a new magic movie, ¡°The Dust of History¡±. Victor did not understand why the King of Graycastle insisted that Neverwinter people had to show their identification cards to purchase the apartment. As a Neverwinter resident, he could still travel to the Port of Clearwater and the City of Glow. Victor did not know what the point of having a Neverwinter Identification Card. He was a merchant and basically traveled the world all the year around. Nevertheless, nobody would miss the opportunity to become a resident of the tallest apartment building on this continent situated at the center of the new king¡¯s city. It was a perfect marketing strategy to further promote his brand, ¡°Rainbow Stone¡±. However, even if Victor failed to obtain a room in the Miracle Building, he would not feel too regretted about it. As the designated distributor of the new cotton seeds appointed by King Roland, Victor was confident that he could outperform all other merchants. For him, he was interested more in the magic movie than the real estate transaction. He would never forget the first magic movie he had seen. It was mind-blowing. The moment the curtains had been pulled back, Victor had felt his physical body melt into nothingness, his soul wandering in the darkness. He had watched ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± many times, and would have watched over and over again had he not decided to grow cotton in the Southern Territory. Victor had the faintest clue as to the content of the new magic movie ¡°The Dust of History¡±. However, he was particularly intrigued by the movie because of two reasons. One was that all the actors in the movie were from the Star Flower Troupe, and the other was that the screenwriter this time was famous Kajen Fels. According to the introduction of the movie, it was based on a true story, and King Roland had even provided assistance with the background research. It was rumored that the king had disclosed a book that had been kept as a secret by the royal family for generations. Victor knew he should not take these rumors circulated among the public too seriously. The best way to confirm the validity of the information was to watch the magic movie himself. How could he miss it? This was actually the main reason Victor came back to Neverwinter. As soon as Victor reached the Administrative Office, Tinkle went to line up to purchase the tickets. Each ticket cost 50 gold royals, which was 10 gold royals more than the ticket for ¡°The Wolf Princess¡±. However, Victor immediately gave Tinkle 100 gold royals and asked her to buy two tickets. Tinkle felt a surge of pride. Many people eyed her as she bought two tickets at a time. The price for the premiere was so daunting that even foreign merchants would hesitate for a while before making the decision. In fact, the ticket would be a lot cheaper the next day, and the price would further drop to 10 silver royals for civilians a week later. The transaction of the apartment was much more complicated. After Victor submitted the application, he and Tinkle were led into a small cabin. ¡°I can¡¯t believe that you have a Neverwinter Identification Card!¡± Tinkle said in a hushed voice. ¡°But you aren¡¯t a Graycastle man, and certainly aren¡¯t a resident of Border Town either.¡± Victor said, shrugging, ¡°You¡¯ve forgotten that one could become a Neverwinter resident as soon as he purchases a property here.¡± ¡°Of course I know!¡± Tinkle defended herself. ¡°But you always live in the tavern¡­¡± ¡°That doesn¡¯t prevent me from having a real estate property here,¡± Victor said airily. ¡°I prefer a tavern to a residential area, but I can still buy a property just in case.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Tinkle was speechless, her eyes wide open. Victor thought that was the beauty of a country girl. If Tinkle were a lady, she would have probably viewed him as an idiot. Just then, a young lady in a uniform came in. ¡°Hello, thanks for waiting. My name is Betty. I¡¯m a clerk at the Administrative Office, and I¡¯ll be responsible for registration.¡± ¡°I¡¯m¡­¡± ¡°Victor Lothar. I reviewed your application, and you¡¯re eligible to make a purchase.¡± Betty said quickly, ¡°I have to admit that you have a really good taste. Out of all the residential buildings, you picked the Miracle Building. This is the landmark of Neverwinter. You can have a birdview of the whole city. Although the price is a little high, it¡¯s definitely worth it!¡± Mildly taken aback, Victor suddenly had a strange feeling that not many people were buying. He thus cleared his throat and asked, ¡°So, how much is it?¡± ¡°Here it is, Mr. Victor,¡± Betty said as she handed him a piece of paper. Victor spread it open, a muscle twitching around his lips. The prices of all the floors of the Miracle Building were listed. The first five floors were under 100 gold royals. From the fifth floor onward, the price doubled by each floor. The 14th Floor was listed as 2,000 gold royals. Tinkle clapped his hand over his mouth. ¡°The 15th floor is not for sale?¡± Victor asked as he noticed the floor was not priced. ¡°The Astrology Association and the Alchemist Workshop have jointly bought the 15th floor. I¡¯ve heard they¡¯re planning to found a Society of Sage and make it as the headquarters ¡ª ¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take the 14th floor!¡± Victor cut across Betty, who looked as aghasted as Tinkle. He then added, ¡°I¡¯ll take two.¡± 4,000 gold royals was a large sum of money even for Victor. He had been hesitating at first, but after hearing the news of the Society of Sage, he immediately made up his mind. If Neverwinter was the central city of the future, then this so-called headquarters would definitely influence the entire kingdom. If he could associate his business to these two eminent organizations, it would be very helpful to further promote his products, even though what he did was simply sharing the same building with the two societies. ¡°A wise choice, Mr. Victor!¡± Betty said while holding Victor¡¯s hand in excitement. ¡°I¡¯ll bring the contract right away. Once you sign, the two rooms will be yours.¡± Watching Betty rush out of the room, Victor heaved a deep sigh and said, ¡°I somehow feel that she is the buyer not me¡­¡± ¡°It probably has something to do with her sales target,¡± Twinkle mumbled. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°I heard about it from customers coming to the tavern. It appears that every official and clerk in the Administrative Office is subject to periodical evaluations. I don¡¯t know about the details, but the evaluation determines whether they could get a raise or get promoted.¡± ¡°I see¡­ Now I see why everyone here works so hard,¡± Victor muttered. This was something new he could learn from. Perhaps, he could also implement a similar system in his textile mill. ¡°By the way¡­¡± Tinkle said hesitantly. ¡°You aren¡¯t leaving the rooms vacant, are you? You spent so much money on them. So, are you still living in the tavern?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll continue to live there,¡± Victor said smilingly. ¡°But the rooms I bought with 4,000 gold royals won¡¯t be vacant either.¡± ¡°But you can¡¯t live in two places at the same time.¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m going to use it as a residence. I¡¯m planning to make it as the new headquarters of Lorthar Corporation, the headquarters for ¡®Rainbow Stone¡¯.¡± In the beginning, Victor had only planned to purchase one room and hang a banner outside to advertise ¡°Rainbow Stone¡±, but Betty¡¯s words inspired him. He could use the room for something else. Chapter 1214 - The Second Magic Movie Chapter 1214: The Second Magic Movie Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Two days later, Victor went to the movie theatre. The premiere of the movie ¡°The Dust of History¡± was at 3:00 PM. He arrived at the theatre pretty early and waited to check in. The movie theatre had expanded a great deal since his last visit a year ago. There were not only several new movie halls but also a yard and a waiting area for customers. Although Victor came here half an hour early, the hall had been packed when he got here. ¡°Are you Mr. Gammon from the Chamber of Commerce of the Crescent Moon Bay? Nice to meet you.¡± ¡°Nice to meet you too. I didn¡¯t expect to meet such a successful businessman from the Kingdom of Dawn like you.¡± ¡°Are they actors from Kajen¡¯s troupe? I wonder if I could meet Kajen himself.¡± ¡°Please present me to him if you ever get a chance.¡± ¡°Sure thing.¡± The audience started to make conversations. As Victor had expected, those who could afford the premiere were all prominent figures. This was also one of the benefits to attend the premiere. ¡°Hey, aren¡¯t you Mr. Victor? I¡¯ve heard that you¡¯re no longer in the jewelry trade, are you?¡± someone said to him abruptly. ¡°I¡¯m still doing my old trade, but the business isn¡¯t good at the moment.¡± ¡°I like your blankets. More customers come to my hotel after I use your products. I would like to order 100 more.¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad to hear that. We could have a chat after the magic movie.¡± ¡°Sounds good.¡± Tinkle¡¯s eyes were wide open as she listened to their conversation. To her, it was unimaginable to suddenly have such a big order over a casual chat. When Victor was finally alone, she tugged his sleeve and asked, ¡°Sir, are these people coming here for the movie or business? I notice many of them don¡¯t really know you. Aren¡¯t you afraid that they¡¯re frauds?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s very common among enterpreneurs. Just get used to it,¡± Victor said smilingly. Only successful businessmen were financially capable of attending this grand premiere. To some extent, this premiere told more about their financial status than any jewelry they were wearing, because the theatre experience was, essentially, an intangible service that would not give audience any monetary benefits. While Victor was explaining to Tinkle, someone bumped into him. ¡°Ah¡­ sorry,¡± Victor apologized. However, he was rooted to the ground after he saw the woman. It was a lifeless face, although quite pretty. Perhaps, the lady would have been even prettier than Tinkle had she put on some makeup. Nevertheless, her pale skin and absent look abhorred him. The sullen expression that the woman was wearing formed a glaring contrast with the animated atmosphere in the hall. The woman did not say anything but simply cast him an indifferent glance before she drifted off. ¡°What a weird person¡­¡± Victor mumbled. ¡°Sir, the magic movie is starting in a minute. Let¡¯s get in,¡± Tinkle, who apparently had not noticed anything, urged while grasping Victor¡¯s hand. ¡°Right¡­ yes,¡± Victor said. He soon put the lady out of his mind and followed Tinkle into the hall. ¡­ ¡°What happened just now?¡± Joe asked Farrina a little apprehensively. ¡°Nothing,¡± Farrina answered in a low voice. ¡°Someone bumped into me. Let¡¯s go. Since you brought me here, let¡¯s just get in.¡± ¡°R-right,¡± Joe stammered, not sure whether he should hold Farrina¡¯s hand, and finally decided not to do so. ¡°Remember that you shall stay with me, no matter what happens.¡± Farrina remained silent. This was the best she could do to come here with him. After staying in Neverwinter for nearly half a year, Farrina gradually came to the realization that the ancient witch who claimed to have been living for 400 years did not lie to her. Her wounds slowly healed up. Although the whip and brand marks persisted, she could at least walk on her own. Farrina found herself have nothing to complain about. Had she fallen into any pure witches¡¯ hands, she would have suffered more tortures. Neverwinter witches did treat her fairly well. However, the trial Farrina had been waiting for did not come. She had not even got a chance to meet the King of Graycastle. Farrina was simply questioned by dozens of people. She had even lied, in an attempt to provoke the interrogators, but they simply gave her a searching look with an air of derision. After Farrina was released from the prison, Joe bought a house to settle her down. Unlike her, Joe, as a former noble, soon found a job at the Administrative Office and quickly adapted to the new environment. If truth be told, Joe should not have been a church member in the first place. However, the life in Neverwinter tormented Farrina. The longer Farrina lived in Neverwinter, the more she realized how wrong the church had been. The witches were not the representation of evil. Apart from magic power, they were no different from ordinary people. Roland Wimbledon did not turn the city into hell with the power of witches but instead made people¡¯s life even better. Farrina was torn between her belief that she had been indebted for half of her life and the glaring reality. Perhaps, this was the trial. Sometimes, it could be more brutal than tortures. She would have ended her own life had Joe not needed her. Farrina didn¡¯t know how long she could live like that. Dimly, she knew the two tickets sent from the Star Flower Troupe would be her last straw. Kajen Fels created this movie on King Roland¡¯s request. The sole purpose of this movie was to disclose the truth about the church and thus further secure the dominant position of the Wimbledon Family. Farrina could imagine that the church would become what everyone loathed after this movie. The sacrifice of Pope Tucker Thor and numerous Judgement Warriors killed in action would then become nothing but a joke. Farrina did not want this to happen, but she still agreed to come with Joe. Just as she had not refused the request of the church executives and agreed to stay behind to fight for Hermes. Because Joe needed her. Yet this was probably the last thing she could do. Light gradually faded out. Darkness fell on the hall, and the magic movie began. ¡­ The story started on the Hermes Plateau 300 years ago when the New Holy City was simply boulders and rocks. A sheer drop of cliffs, the vast bleakness of the land covered in snow, and the great rapture down the Impassable Mountain Range swarmed into his view. Although Victor had watched magic movies many times, he was still quite shocked as the whole continent dwarfed beneath him. Across the great rapture, many church members were building their new city, as though this was really what had happened 300 years ago. A moment later, the audience saw a huge hole in the ground. Victor heard the name ¡°Prival Council¡±, which was the most secretive organization of the church. A murmur, at this point, swept over the hall. Victor knew everybody was as surprised and intrigued as him and believed that this was probably the hidden history once only known to the royal family. Soon, the story caught Victor¡¯s attention. It was rumored that a disastrous war broke out every 400 years. When the war started, a bloody moon would appear in the sky, and many enemies would creep out of hell and crush the mankind. For the sake of the human race, witches offered their blood to warriors and obtained incredible power. This was the truth of the God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. To make sure this plan was successful, witches established the church and started to select potential warriors. The main character of this movie was a witch, and she was also the succeeder of the current pope. Another main character was the pope¡¯s guardian, the commander of the Judgement Army. Like the majority of plays, the two main characters, after overcoming the initial prejudice and hostility against each other, finally fell in love. The witch and the guardian promised to each other than once there was a succeeder to take over the pope position, they would attend the incarnation ceremony for the God¡¯s Punishment Army and never part again. It was such an ingenious stroke that Kajen Fels told this beautiful love story in such an emotional, unobtrusive manner. The excellent performance of the actors from the Star Flower Troupe further moved the audience. Tinkle even wept when she saw the couple make vows. However, the situation suddenly turned for the worse. The guardian¡¯s father, having a strong desire for power, framed the pope and usurped the throne. The witch, as a candidate for the next pope, naturally became the first obstacle he was going to remove. He thus asked his son to kill the girl, but the guardian refused his request with inflexible determination. It was a scheme that the usurper had conspired for a long time. When the couple discovered the consipiration, it was too late to change the situation. The couple thus decided to flee Hermes and inform the king situated at the foot of the plateau of this incident. However, the guardian¡¯s father sent soldiers to catch them. Apparently, he was determined to kill the young man and the woman. The movie reached its climax when a battle broke out at the Coldwind Ridge in Graycastle. A unit of the Judgement Army soon caught up with the witch and the guardian. it seemed that the two unfortunate lovers were doomed. When the tension between the two parties became almost unbearable, something incredible happened. ¡°Please, help us! Please!¡± the guardian yelled, panting, and suddenly turned around. He grasped Victor frantically. Victor felt a coldness steal through him, and he shuddered uncontrollably. It took him all his efforts not to cry out loud! ¡°They¡¯re there! Get them!¡± ¡°Anyone who resists us will be viewed as their accomplices. We¡¯re going to kill all of you!¡± the soldiers shouted, their arms aloft in the air. ¡°I, I¡¯m not¡­¡± Victor said with great difficulties, his throat dry. Words failed him, and the Judgement Warriors had already pulled the trigger. An arrow brushed past his cheek! At the same time, Victor felt a sting. His hand rubbed on his cheek tremulously and he peered down at this fingers. There was a faint hint of crimson on them. Chapter 1215 - The Reoccurence of the Legend Farrina, surprisingly, found that her last straw had not fallen upon her yet. It was hanging by a thin thread only a few feet above her. The story portrayed by the magic movie was very similar to the ¡°truth¡± disclosed by the ancient witch, only that it did not repudiate the church totally. When Farrina saw the main characters make all their efforts to save the church and shoulder the responsibilities of fighting against the enemies from hell, she felt a warmth long since forgotten wash over her. Her hand balled into a fist when she saw more than half of the executives conspire against the pope, and had a sudden urge to beat them into the ground. These people forgot the initial purpose of establishing the church and turned the church into a hideous monster. What she loathed the most was that these executives kept the existence of demons from the public and people who were dedicated to saving the world like Tucker Thor. These faithful warriors did not die for a noble cause as they had believed. Instead, their death merely became a tool that those obnoxious leaders used to keep a firm grip on power. Farrina should not have put her faith in a church like that. She did not understand why the King of Graycastle did not reveal the dark side of the church. Wasn¡¯t it a perfect opportunity to further criticize the church and wipe it off people¡¯s memories? Or was it because he had never taken the church seriously? While Farrina was dealing with a multitude of thoughts in her mind, the soldiers from Hermes caught her attention. For a person who had completely lost hopes, nothing could really perturb her mind. However, now, Farrina was touched, and her power slowly came back to her. As one of the best soldiers in the Judgement Army, Farrina could sense even the slightest change in the surroundings. She felt the ground underneath began to quaver. The ground shook as the Judgement Army drew near. Farrina had lived in Hermes for five to six years, so she was familiar with the pattering of horse hooves against the ground. She could instantly tell the number of the soldiers and how far they were without even looking at them. There were 16 horses, two units of troops. But she knew her feeling was not real. The magic movie was just an illusional image. Even though it felt so real, it was still not reality. As she was totally merged into the surroundings, all her senses had sharpened. Farrina realized something had changed! Then she could again feel her body. ¡°What happened?¡± But something more incredible occurred. She saw other people who were watching the magic movie rise in front of her. Including Joe. ¡°Farrina, what the¡­¡± Joe asked blankly as he turned around. Suddenly, a sense of evil foreboding possessed her. Farrina made an abrupt snatch in the air but caught nothing. The chair underneath her had disappeared. ¡°Please, help us! Please!¡± the guardian and the witch pleaded hysterically. They had now noticed the audience and started to run toward them. ¡°The traitors are here! Get them!¡± ¡°Anyone who resists us will be viewed as their accomplices. We¡¯re going to kill all of you!¡± A few more arrows cracked through the air, and people at the front fell. Most viewers were board members of Chambers of Commerce or members of a prominent family who had never experienced a war. For a second, they were all framed to the spot. ¡°Damn it!¡± Farrina swore. What were those witches doing? Was she hallucinating? Farrina would have shouted ¡°This is a nasty snare set up by the witches. Everyone, follow me¡± in the past to calm down the audience. However, she fought down the urge, pushed Joe aside and rushed up to the front before all the audience. She yelled, ¡°Stop! I¡¯m the commander of the Vanguard Battalion of the Judgement Army, Farrina! Who are you?¡± The soldiers reined their horses and asked, ¡°The Vanguard Battalion? How come I¡¯ve never heard of it?¡± ¡°Oi, what¡¯s your commander¡¯s name?¡± ¡°The Great Priest of the Prival Council, Sir Tayfun,¡± Farrina lied. In the meantime, she put her hand at her back and gestured the couple to hand her a weapon. ¡°What?¡± Hearing Farrina¡¯s answer, the leader of the unit hesitated. The guard wavered as he heard the name ¡°Prival Council¡±. Apparently, this secretive organization had quite a deep influence on church members. Yet Farrina knew it would not completely stop them. The Priest was obviously not as influential as the new throned pope. She must fight before the other party did! Unfortunately, the guardian did not really understand her gesture. He simply shuffled toward her with a sword in his hand. ¡°Why aren¡¯t you wearing the armor of the Judgement Army?¡± the soldier asked as he got off his horse and motioned his men to come with him. ¡°Because we¡¯re on a special mission,¡± Farrina said placidly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I must bring the traitors back to Hermes. This is the pope¡¯s order. Also, I must take you as well. I¡¯m sure Sir Tayfun would understand it.¡± ¡°Is there no alternative?¡± ¡°No,¡± the soldier said resolutely while placing his hand on the hilt. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll come with you,¡± Farrina sighed. ¡°As for Sir Tayfun¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter with him?¡± ¡°He¡¯s dead ¡ª only 300 years later.¡± At these words, Farrina quickly drew out the guardian¡¯s sword and thrust it through the unit leader¡¯s helmet. Blood spilled all over her. ¡°C-captain!¡± ¡°Kill them!¡± Farrina grabbed the unit leader¡¯s weapon and fought fiercely against the other soldiers. The guardian finally realized what was happening and also joined her. ¡°This woman is ¡ª so difficult to deal with!¡± ¡°Darn it! Where¡¯s my bow? Shoot her!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t let the witch go!¡± It was total chaos. Many people fell to the ground, and the audience goggled at the screen, flabberghasted. Farrina knew there was no chance of winning since she was not wearing an armor. They had 16 people whereas there were only two of them. It was a matter of time that she got injured. Soon she was wounded, but the pain searing through her did not slow her down. On the contrary, she fought even more ferociously. For the first time since she had waken up, Farrina felt contented. ¡°How dare you defy the church!¡± the soldiers bellowed. ¡°The church? No¡­ you don¡¯t deserve calling that name!¡± Farrina said while glaring at them. ¡°It shouldn¡¯t have been like that. You destroyed it. You failed us!¡± She would soon end up dying here, but somehow, Farrina was satisfied with this ending. In that split second, she had finally become the type of person she wanted to be. However, death did not come. A few gun shots cracked through the air over the clatter of swords. Farrina turned around and saw the men in black who had been guarding the yard suddenly appear in the magic movie. Their situation immediately changed. The enemies seemed to be frightened by those reinforcements. They got on their horses and soon disappeared in the mountain range, leaving the bodies of their fellow companions behind. ¡°Thank you¡­¡± said the wounded guardian and the witch as they limped to Farrina. ¡°I thought my father has completely controlled the church, but I didn¡¯t expect that there were still loyal warriors like you.¡± ¡°I thought there was no hope, but God hasn¡¯t abandoned us,¡± the witch said while raising her tear-glazed face and smiled at Farrina. ¡°You not only saved us but also the entire human race.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Farrina opened her mouth but did not know what to say. ¡°We¡¯re going to Graycastle next and tell their king about the coup that occurred on the Hermes Plateau. We hope it¡¯s not too late,¡± the guardian said solemnly. ¡°Run! Never come back to the Holy City again. We¡¯ll meet again once the church¡¯s mistake is rectified. Take care, my friend!¡± Light gradually faded out as the couple disappeared from her view. When the light was on again, Farrina found herself still sitting in the hall on her chair. Even her wounds as a result of the battle had disappeared. Was she really hallucinating? ¡°Good Lord¡­ this is amazing!¡± The hall exploded into a tidal wave of applause as the audience came back to the present. ¡°Good heavens! I feel I¡¯m changing the history¡­¡± ¡°What a brilliant masterpiece. I would be willing to pay 100 gold royals to watch it one more time, let alone 50!¡± ¡°You scared the hell out of me when you rushed to the front,¡± Joe said while patting his chest. ¡°It¡¯s so amazing to conceive such a story and make it so lifelike¡­¡± Farrina did not answer, but she noticed the men in black looked around nervously with guns in their hands, as though something out of their expectation had happened. Two other theatre staff members dashed to the backstage, looking equally flustered. This did not look like a great success at all. Farrina held her breath, trying to figure out what was going on based on the few signs she had discovered. Suddenly, she heard distant explosions and people cry and execrate, but these voices were overpowered by the heated discussion in the hall. This did not look right. Farrina realized that something was wrong here. She rose to her feet abruptly. Under the surprised gaze of Joe, Farrina passed the audience at the back and ran out of the room. ¡°Stop! You¡­ hold on!¡± the men in black yelled, attempting to stop her, but it was too late. Farrina ran across the yard and reached the street outside. Neverwinter was in a state of chaos. Many people were running and shouting. Several residential areas had caught a fire. She heard more explosions in the industrial zone, and the whole city seemed to be out of control. What scared her most was something above. Darkness pressed in, and the sun had vanished into the thin air. A huge crimson moon appeared in the sky like a giant eye that snapped open. Chapter 1216 - A Chain Reaction Chapter 1216: A Chain Reaction Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Not only Neverwinter citizens saw the Bloody Moon. Margaret was standing at the bow of the ¡°Snow Wind¡± early this morning while gazing at the distant ocean. It had been 66 days since they had crossed the Sealine. Ocean waves rushed toward them, high at one time and low at another. Their movements were almost the same as the waves at the Shadow Waters thousands of miles away as if the two types of waves shared the same origin. If the Swirling Sea did have a source, it must be the greatest discovery in the history of time. Margaret was confident that the ocean waves would lead her to her final destination, and she also put great faith in the ¡°Snow Wind¡±. The ¡°Snow wind¡± did not require a sail to proceed against gusts of wind and rushes of rain. Since the ship was colossal, they could put plenty of food and water on it. Thanks to this robust and sturdy iron ship, not a single ship fell behind in this expedition. She believed that Thunder would definitely make some spectacular discovery during this journey. ¡°Any luck?¡± a familiar voice said to her from behind. Margaret turned around and said smilingly, ¡°If I did find something, I would have informed the lookouts perched on the mast. So, you should have asked them first.¡± The person who was speaking to her was none other than the captain of the fleet, Thunder. ¡°I don¡¯t think so,¡± he said brightly. ¡°Perhaps they¡¯ve found something already but are too shocked to say anything.¡± Magaret stifled her laughter. She knew Thunder was referring to what had happened when they had crossed the Sealine. When the horizon became vertical, even the most experienced sailor had failed to react promptly. Everyone had fallen off the watchtower as the world had turned upside down, their legs too shaky to support them. Seasoned sailors would normally cling to cables and masts in the event of a storm to prevent themselves from falling off the ship. However, the Sealine rendered all the common senses they had useless. Thunder said while shrugging, ¡°According to my intelligence, the Chambers of Commerce would later change their lookouts. They¡¯ll have the boldest person on their ship to serve as a lookout. Shame on them.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Margaret said while shaking her head. ¡°But I believe after the experience at the Sealine, nothing could really perturb them anymore.¡± ¡°Who knows?¡± Thunder said while patting Margaret on the shoulder. His voice suddenly lowered. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Joan will be fine.¡± Margaret¡¯s smile faltered. She nodded resolutely and said, ¡°Yes, she was born to live in the ocean. I¡¯m sure we¡¯ll meet her again somewhere soon.¡± Being optimistic was an important ability for explorers. Margaret knew worrying would not help with anything. What she should do was to pull herself together and move on. ¡°By the way, the meeting is about to start,¡± Thunder said after a moment of silence. ¡°The other captains are already there. Come to the cabin with me.¡± ¡°Okay, got it.¡± All the captains gathered to discuss the route, the status of their ships, and resources. They held this meeting every three or four days to make sure the whole fleet was on the right track. Just at that time, Thunder and Margaret noticed that the seawater was suddenly awash with a sheet of a strange red color. The sailors on the deck were all frozen to the spot, gaping at the far distance as if seeing something incredible. A little farther on, several people fell off the mast and to the deck, as though they had seen the Sealine again. It really surprised Magaret. Weren¡¯t they the boldest people on the ship? Margaret turned around slowly, and the next moment, all her blood froze. A gigantic, crimson round celestial object hung low over the horizon, far larger than the sun. It just came out of nowhere! ¡°In the name of Three God,¡± Margaret mumbled. ¡°Is this what His Majesty called the Bloody Moon?¡± But Thunder did not speak. It was such a terrifying scene that even Thunder failed to formulate a proper answer. A long whistle pierced the air. It was the ¡°Snow Wind¡±. The shriek of the ship shattered the dead silence and jerked everyone out of the trance. The whistle indicated there were enemies! Margaret and Thunder exchanged dark looks and ran toward the bridge. ¡°What happened?¡± Thunder yelled as he darted into the command room. ¡°There are¡­ ships,¡± his first mate stammered, ¡°coming from the southeast¡­ toward us¡­ ¡°What?¡± Thunder said. He quickly snatched the telescope from the first mate and looked in the direction the latter had pointed out. Margaret¡¯s heart sank to the bottom. They were now thousands of miles away from the Shadow Waters. They hardly saw any birds around this area, let alone ships. This was a new sea never intruded by human beings! She thus got a pair of telescope from another sailor and looked in the same direction. ¡°Jesus¡­¡± Margaret gasped. Two shadows were floating on the surface of the water. They had no sail but were proceeding against the water. What was more horrific was that the seawater around them was boiling, as though numerous fishes were coming with them. However, Margaret soon noticed that what seemed to be fishes were actually the last thing explorers wanted to see. They were sea ghosts. Their fins slid in and out of their views. Sometimes, they leaped out of the water, throwing a splatter of water that reflected off the sinister red sheen of the Bloody Moon, which reminded Margaret of a pack of sharks vying for food. ¡°On my order, all the ships turn about!¡± Thunder yelled. ¡°Full sail! Advance in full sail! Everyone, ready for the war!¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± ¡°We¡¯ve got trouble¡­¡± the captain of the ¡°Tuna¡± swallowed hard. ¡°May the God of Ocean bless us,¡± the other captains all prayed. Fjords people knew that no ship could outstrip a sea ghost, which meant their enemies would soon catch up with them. Their situation worsened every minute. As the two shadows got closer, Margaret saw what they looked like. They were half in the shape of a ship and half a skeleton of a monster, something that would have only appeared in one¡¯s nightmare. Their ribs exhaled clouds of dark green objects, and they were now only a dozen miles away from them! When the dark green object fell into the water, the ocean stirred. Apparently, nobody wanted to be hit by such an ominous thing. Thunder remained unflappable and issued another order. ¡°Abandon all the food and supplies. Keep half of the drinking water only¡­ No, just keep 30% of them and accelerate!¡± Astonished, Margaret said, ¡°Then we won¡¯t be able to explore.¡± ¡°And it¡¯s probably not going to be enough for us to return to Neverwinter¡­¡± the first mate said hesitantly. ¡°We could fish and collect rain.¡± Thunder took a sharp intake of breath and said, ¡°However, if we could not outrun those sea ghosts and monsters, we¡¯ll all end up dying here. The exploration is over. Now, our goal is¡­ to survive!¡± Chapter 1217 - The Doomsday (I) Chapter 1217: The Doomsday (I) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In the Snow Reflection Castle in the Kingdom of Everwinter. ¡°Your, your lordship¡­ the Army of Graycastle retreated!¡± When a guard rushed into the castle hall and reported the news, all the nobles rested their eyes on him. ¡°Are you sure?¡± Earl Marwayne asked as he stood bolt upright. ¡°I¡¯m positive. More than one scout has confirmed that,¡± guard said while nodding vigorously. ¡°Some people saw them empty their campsite overnight and also abandon a lot of food.¡± ¡°They¡¯re¡­ finally gone!¡± exclaimed the earl who burst into a roar of laughter. His heart instantly lightened. A month ago, Graycastle men had suddenly appeared in the Kingdom of Everwinter and soon taken over many port cities. They accepted neither their surrender nor presents but started to evacuate the cities immediately. Their barbarous behavior was even more outrageous than the church¡¯s. At least, the church would provide them with an opportunity to negotiate. The reason provided by the Graycastle men was also quite ludicrous. They claimed that the Bloody Moon would bring swift destruction to the kingdom. Therefore, everyone must leave as soon as possible. This was the land passed down by generations, and the earl would not allow anyone to take it away from him. Neither the church nor Graycastle could do that! ¡°Your lordship,¡± a withered, ancient scholar said oily, ¡°the so-called full moon, sickle moon, dark moon and Bloody Moon are simply astronomical phenomena. They appear every now and then. If they believe that it omens ill, then let them do so. As long as your lordship holds onto this land, they can¡¯t do anything about it.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, the treacherous precipices around the Snow Reflection Castle will protect you from any invasion.¡± ¡°We won¡¯t yield even if the Graycastle men are willing to negotiate.¡± ¡°The church threatened you first as well, but in the end, they had no choice but to promote you to bishop.¡± His other henchmen all rejoined. Earl Marwayne became more and more confident. As he gazed at the sinister Bloody Moon that had emerged three days ago through the window, his fear gradually dissolved into gratitude. Had the Bloody Moon not appeared just in time, the Graycastle men would have continued to advance, and he would have definitely lost his precious Snow Reflection Castle. Although the earl had heard that those barbarians rarely attack or interfere with a city ruled by a noble, taking away his people was intolerable. If all the surrounding cities were evacuated, who could he rely on during the Months of Demons? Like his henchmen had said, this city was his asset. It was to the north of the king¡¯s city, situated among precipices. The gaps between the city and the precipes were around a few miles to hundreds of meters wide, connected by suspension bridges. These gaps were actually wide enough to house a few castles. His ancestors picked this isolated land to build their castle because this area was well fortified. In fact, the Snow Reflection Castle had never fallen. Even though the Church of Hermes had conquered the entire Kingdom of Everwinter in a very short period of time, they had never managed to drive their army into the Snow Reflection Castle. Instead, they had sent ambassadors to negotiate with the lord and promised him that he could continue to rule this land as long as he pledged fealty to the church. This was what a normal person would do. That was why the earl maintained his silence for such a long time, hoping to sell the city at the best price. However, he could not accept Wimbledon¡¯s conditions. Earl Marwayne did not think that the demons referred to by the Graycastle men would invade his castle. The towering cliffs were natural defense. However, he needed surrounding towns and cities to provide him with resources. Without people, his current stockpile would be exhausted eventually. Fortunately, these Graycastle men all fled when they saw the Bloody Moon. ¡°Mr. Zac, what should I do next?¡± Marwayne asked the old scholar. ¡°Haha, of course we should launch an attack at them,¡± Zac replied while stroking his long beard. The earl stiffened. Attacking was a completely different story. He would have never defied the King of Graycastle had he not had this geographical advantage. ¡°Rest assured. I¡¯m not asking you to attack the Graycastle men directly. However, you could seize the territories they looted. Look, the scouts said the Graycastle soldiers are scattered around. Each unit only contains around 100 soldiers. How many resources and supplies could they take away with so few of them?¡± Marwayne¡¯s eyes glistened with excitement. He said, ¡°You mean¡­¡± The scholar nodded smilingly and said, ¡°Those people who left with the Graycastle soldiers must have left a lot of their possessions behind. If we trace them down, we could probably retrieve some resources.¡± For example, food that was not easy to carry along. Marwayne thus summoned his Chief Knight in excitement. While he was about to issue an order, a guard suddenly burst in and yelled, ¡°Your, your lordship¡­ there¡¯s a demon¡­ outside the castle!¡± ¡°What demon?¡± the earl asked while scoffing at him. ¡°You believe the nonsense those Graycastle men said?¡± ¡°P-pray forgive me, your lordship, but it¡­¡± the guard stammered in a hollow sort of voice. ¡°But it isn¡¯t human indeed!¡± Not human? Everyone looked one another in bewilderment. Marwayne¡¯s heart leaped to his throat. However, as the lord of the Snow Reflection Castle, he must maintain his composure. The earl thus put up a straight face and said, ¡°Well, take me there. Let¡¯s see what it actually is. I¡¯m very curious about what the creatures living in hell look like.¡± ¡­ With that being said, Marwayne still put on his best armor and took the largest God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation with him before he ascended the city wall. A dozen guards erected ¡°a wall of shields¡± in front of him. He felt hugely relieved when he saw the demon. The demon was, as his guard had suggested, alone. It was standing on a protruding rock instead of the city wall. The rock was a little taller than the wall, right in front of which was the fathomless abyss. The patrolling knights had already ordered their squires to set up catapults and were ready to shoot their arrows. After studying the demon for a while, Marwayne noticed that it was indeed not remotely human. The demon had hands and feet, but it had a much larger build than an ordinary man, its skin blue, with protruding veins running underneath. The biggest difference lay in the tentacles that sprouted from its cheeks, chin and elbows. Marwayne was disgusted about those wriggling tentacles. To his surprise, the demon¡¯s eyes were shut as if it was sleeping. Marwayne did not feel it threatening at all. Marwayne wondered if the demon¡¯s visit was really the result of the Bloody Moon, but he soon convinced himself that this was a pretext the Graycastle men used to persuade ignorant villagers to leave the country. This monster definitely had nothing to do with the rumored doomsday. He just needed to ask his soldiers to shoot arrows, and then the demon would be dead. At this thought, Marwayne took a deep breath and yelled, ¡°Listen, you filthy, revolting monster! I¡¯m the lord of the Snow Reflection Castle, Marwayne Caso. You illegally entered my territory. If you want to live, on your knees and surrender. This is your only choice. Otherwise, the icy abyss beneath will be the place you find your perpetual peace!¡± Marwayne did not think the demon understood him. His hot statement was more like a demonstration of his own bravery than a warning to the demon. If he scared away this demon that the Graycastle men were afraid of, then he would definitely rise to fame. ¡°My patience is limited. I¡¯ll count to five ¡ª five, four!¡± In the meantime, Marwayne motioned his soldiers to get ready to shoot. ¡°Three¡­¡± The demon¡¯s eyes snapped open. It bellowed, ¡°Enough!¡± Its voice pierced the air like thunders and rang off the precipes. Numerous icicles fell off as the cliffs shook. Marwayne felt the ground was about to shatter. There was a ringing silence, and he took a few steps backward in terror and fell to the ground. Chapter 1218 - Doomsday (II) Chapter 1218: Doomsday (II) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn This monster¡­ could speak human language! The earl was reddened to temples when the guard helped him up. He had intended to exhibit his authority and valor in front of the demon to impress the other nobles. He had not expected, however, that the demon would uncover his carefully disguised gallantry with just one single word. What was more mortifying was that the demon was alone. ¡°Damn it. I must kill this monster!¡± Marwayne raised his hand while gritting his teeth. He was about to order the soldiers to shoot when the old scholar suddenly stopped him and blinked. His lips took shape of a silent ¡°stay put¡±. It took the earl a few seconds to realize that he should not lose his composure at the moment. Since the demon could talk, there was a possibility of negotiation and communication. Considering the situation was uncertain at this point, it was unwise to resort to force. The earl realized that the rumor circulated by the Graycastle men did cloud his judgement, for he had also, for a split second, viewed the demon as his enemy. Perhaps, the demon came here alone as an ambassador. Why did he take no action in the first place but stood upon the city wall while doing nothing? If the demon was ferocious like what Graycastle men had said, it should have raided the surrounding villages unprotected by the city wall a long time ago. The more Marwayne contemplated the matter, the more convinced he was. Had he killed the ambassador, he would have bred enmity with the demon, which was exactly what the Graycastle men wanted. However, the earl found it hard to change his hostile attitude so quickly and sit down to talk in an amicable manner, for just a moment ago, he had commanded the demon to kneel down. Fortunately, the old scholar understood the earl¡¯s dilemma. He stepped forward and said, ¡°Impertinent! If you can speak our language, why didn¡¯t you tell us the purpose of your trip? Our lord kindly gives you another chance to speak. What¡¯s your intention of coming here?¡± Marwayne praised the old scholar internally. He had paid 10 gold royals for the service of this former butler at the king¡¯s city. ¡°Before I answer you, I have a question for you,¡± the demon said placidly. ¡°What¡¯s your relationship¡­ with the human beings on the Fertile Plains.¡± The Fertile Plains? Where was it? They exchanged confused looks, utterly bemused. But Marwayne was now very sure that this monster was an ambassador. ¡°I don¡¯t know where the Fertile Plains is,¡± the old scholar replied again. ¡°One place may have different names in different parts of the kingdom. We are of different races, and we may have very different ways to call a city. Bring a map, and I may tell you where it is.¡± ¡°No, you humans came up with this name, and I¡¯m just borrowing it.¡± The demon then shook his head and said, ¡°I see¡­ I can¡¯t believe you¡¯re still like hundreds of years ago where each lord circled out their own territories without knowing anything about this world. I was expecting to see you yield to your fate in disbelief, terror and despair, but it seems that I was wrong.¡± What did it mean? What monstrous absurdity it was talking about. The earl frowned. For a moment, he seemed to capture a faint hint of disappointment in its horrific countenance. ¡°Are you referring to¡­ the Graycastle men?¡± the Chief Knight suddenly asked. ¡°Yes?¡± the demon said while looking toward him. ¡°They¡¯ve been saying that demons will creep out of hell when the Bloody Moon appears. They¡¯re gone now,¡± the knight said contemptuously. ¡°If you go after them now, you may be able to catch a glimpse of them at the port in the east.¡± ¡°Really?¡± the demon said as it gazed upon the east, and then turned around again. ¡°I¡¯ll go, but not now. Since you know nothing about the Fertile Plains, then I¡¯ll cut the crap.¡± ¡°I¡¯m the Sky Lord, the commander of the Western Front Army. Thousands of years ago, your race and my race made an agreement to fight against the witches and their underlings. Your ancestors agreed to serve us. I granted them land, power and wealth. This contract has yet been terminated. It won¡¯t terminate until the war ends. You, as the descendants of your ancestors, should continue to serve us,¡± the demon proclaimed in a booming voice. ¡°Now, I command you to offer this city in accordance with the terms set out in this contract and serve me!¡± Earl Marwayne gaped. This demon was crazy! Who cared about a contract signed 1,000 years ago? He would not even take a contract after a lapse of two years seriously. What kind of stupid commander of the Western Front Army was! What kind of commander would come in person alone? This monster was out of its mind! ¡°What if I disagree?¡± the earl said defiantly. His patience was exhausted. ¡°Death will let you yield,¡± the demon who called himself the Sky Lord said. ¡°Look, this is your fate.¡± The earl looked up and saw the distant mountains had been enveloped by a thin mist. It was not the mist he normally saw in the Impassable Mountain Range but a horrendous, crimson one. The earl was not sure if it was because of the Bloody Moon or it was the color of the mist itself. Another peculiar phenomenon he noticed was that the red mist did not float in the air but slowly flowed down the mountains, forming a hazy ¡°waterfall¡±. Was the demon waiting for this moment? Marwayne felt a jolt of uneasiness at the pit of his stomach. He cast a glance at his equally disturbed knights and squires and knew he must take action now. ¡°With you alone?¡± the earl said through clenched teeth and gestured his soldiers. ¡°I¡¯ve given you a chance. Kill it!¡± The knights and guards finally pulled themselves together. They immediately released the arrows, which whistled in the air and streaked toward the demon. However, not a single arrow hit it. Everyone goggled incredulously. The demon dived into a black hole and vanished from their sight. ¡°Damn it. It has magic power,¡± the Chief Knight said in a low voice. ¡°Then how¡¯s it different from the witches?¡± ¡°No worries. We¡¯re all wearing a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Magic power won¡¯t hurt us!¡± Marwayne yelled as he clutched the pendant in front of his chest. ¡°Find and kill it!¡± ¡°The d-demon is there!¡± a guard shouted. Within a second, the demon had flown over the abyss and landed silently on the street behind the city wall. The earl was alarmed when he saw that the demon could instantly pass the precipes. Now, he was more certain that this dangerous monster, whether it was an ambassador or not, must be exterminated. After all, it was alone. ¡°Shoot the God Stone arrows. Treat it as a witch! 100 Gold Royals for anyone who could kill it!¡± As all the knights and guards charged at the demon, the demon slowly raised its arms. The next moment, a ¡°black screen¡± around hundreds of meters wide appeared abruptly behind the demon and blocked the street and houses like a wall. What was it playing at? Was it planning to hide? However, the earl soon found the answer. Thick Red Mist suddenly flooded all over the black screen! Then a group of monster he had never beheld rushed out of the screen and clashed with the knights who dashed forward. The God¡¯s Stone did not help at all. The knights were thrown into the air by the howling monsters before they landed heavily a few meters away. The knights coughed out blood, their chests sinking. Apparently, there was no chance for them to survive. Nevertheless, this was just the beginning of the nightmare. More monsters came out of the black screen, bowed to the Sky Lord, and joined the battle. Every monster was far stronger and larger than an ordinary man. Soon, they gained the top of the city of wall and began to slaughter the soldiers. The soldiers were torn into pieces, their blood and broken limbs flying in all directions. Within seven or eight minutes, the city had been filled with painful groans. Many people were heading to the city gate, in an attempt to escape but they were stopped by the icy abyss. Marwayne felt his legs give away. He staggered and fell to the ground. This time, nobody came to help him up. His guard had been ripped apart by the demons. His precious Snow Reflection Castle, the land passed down by generations that he took pride in, fell. The air was heavy with pungent Red Mist, and this city had completely become a living hell. Through the Mist, the Bloody Moon appeared to be even more gruesome. The earl now understood what a doomsday looked like. The end of Volume II: The Battle of Doomsday Chapter 1219 - The Investigation of the Abnormal Phenomenon Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In Neverwinter, Graycastle. The Police Department was stirred. Everyone was busy issuing orders and making reports. The appearance of the Bloody Moon became the latest topic of discussion, and the whole organization went on a sort of ¡°rampage¡±. The Police Department kept close watch on the new king¡¯s city of Graycastle where Roland lived. They make records of every single trivial matter that occurred in the king¡¯s city, and certainly a major event like a fire or an explosion would be big news. Carter Lannis had not slept for two days. After calming down his frightened wife, he immediately devoted himself to work. As the Chief Knight, he was obligated to protect the king and eliminate anyone who attempted to stir up trouble. Usually, multiple incidents implied an active underground criminal group. Therefore, he sent for the Neverwinter Detective Group at once to assist with the investigation. Carter believed that he would soon get to the bottom of it and find out the culprit. However, after he submitted a number of reports, the king founded a Joint Investigation Team comprised of the Witch Union, the Security Bureau of Kingdom, and the Administrative Office to investigate the new magic movie instead of the crimes in the city. ¡°Sir, we brought the witnesses,¡± a knight whispered to Carter. ¡°Would you like to start the interrogation now?¡± Carter drained his teacup and said with a firm nod, ¡°Yes, let¡¯s get started. Send everyone in.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Since they were making an inquiry to witnesses rather than prisoners, the interrogation took place in an office so that the witnesses would feel more comfortable to come forward with information. Apart from Carter himself who joined the Joint Investigation Team, Ms. Agatha and the assistant director of the Security Bureau, Vader, also took part in the investigation. The first witness was a 21-year-old maid working in a hotel. She was not an official Neverwinter resident and had no criminal records. She looked pretty nervous, for she kept rubbing her hands against the chair. Carter cast a glance at the materials he had regarding this maid and asked sternly, ¡°You¡¯re Miss Tinkle, right? I¡¯m curious. The ticket price for the premiere of the movie ¡®The Dust of History¡¯ is 50 gold royals. How are you able to afford it?¡± ¡°Sir, I didn¡¯t steal or rob!¡± Tinkle explained hotly. ¡°My customer, Mr. Victor, has a lot of money and he paid for me. There were many people in the hall that day, and I swear I¡¯m not lying!¡± Carter had conducted a background check before this interrogation. He reiterated the question simply to pressure the witness to tell the truth, as Miss Nightingale was not here to help him detect lies. Carter thus said, ¡°Victor, right? I¡¯ll question him later. Now, let¡¯s talk about what you saw after the movie.¡± ¡°Yes, sir¡­¡± the maid answered tremulously. ¡°I didn¡¯t know what had happened at that time. Everything seemed so unreal.¡± 15 minutes later, Tinkle finished her story. ¡°Fortunately, the police repelled the soldiers. Otherwise, I couldn¡¯t imagine what would have happened to these two people.¡± Carter frowned. He had also watched the magic movie. ¡°The Wolf Princess¡± was quite impressive but it was definitely not something so strange like that. ¡°Are you sure that the soldiers¡¯ weapons hurt the audience?¡± ¡°I¡­ No, I¡¯m not sure, but Mr. Victor did bleed, and I heard other people scream. I don¡¯t think they were faking this up.¡± ¡°Do you remember when this happened?¡± ¡°About 10 minutes before the ending? Possibly even earlier than that¡­ Sorry, I was too scared at that time to watch the movie, so Mr. Victor held me in his arms.¡± ¡°Do you have anything else to ask?¡± Carter asked the other two investigators. Agatha said thoughtfully, ¡°If I remember correctly, the characters in the magic movie talked to you, right?¡± She then held up a picture and asked, ¡°Is he this person?¡± It was an actor from the Star Flower Troupe, who played the guardian of the witch in the movie. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s him. I remember very clearly that he thanked us!¡± Carter felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that once the filming was completed, nobody could modify the contents of the movie. It was impossible for the characters to communicate with the audience. Seeing that neither Agatha nor Vader have other questions, Carter waved his hand and said, ¡°Bring in the next witness.¡± The statements of the other witnesses were pretty much identical. In short, the magic movie had suddenly become alive. Although they later confirmed that the incident was just a part of the movie, it did occur in real life. As multiple people gave the same story, Carter judged that this was not a hallucination. Carter had been focused on the fire and explosion before, so he had not paid much attention to the incident in the movie theater. Now, he somehow understood why the king wanted to investigate this matter. ¡°The next witness is a police officer who was guarding the yard when the incident happened. He¡¯s the captain of Team No. 2.¡± ¡°Let him in.¡± The captain was apparently more composed than the other witnesses. He quickly related the story. ¡°I first heard someone cry for help outside. When I was about to get into the theater, I saw a red moon in the sky. To be honest, I was a little hesitant at that moment, as I didn¡¯t know whether I should remain in my post or help those people. Just at that time, a witch ran out of the theater and asked me to bring my men and protect the audience.¡± ¡°And then you shot the soldiers in the magic movie?¡± ¡°It sounds very strange but that¡¯s what I did. They¡¯re probably just actors, but at that time, they did pose a real threat to the audience. I didn¡¯t think I was hallucinating, so I immediately fired.¡± The second last witness was the witch who broadcasted the movie on that day, Nightfall. ¡°What could I do? I was desperate. Normally, whoever has excess magic power would activate the Sigil of Recording. How do I know that this would happen?¡± Nightfall ranted. ¡°Everything went well at first. Then, suddenly, the Sigil pushed me out. I should have immediately cut off the magic power but it didn¡¯t stop. I wanted to wake up the audience, but they were in a trance. Anyway, I did all I could. At last, I had no choice but to seek the police for help.¡± Agatha twitched her lips and asked, ¡°The Sigil¡­ pushed you out?¡± ¡°Pretty much like that. I felt a great force repelling me. The more magic power I put in, the greater this repulsive force was. Then, everything went back to normal.¡± ¡°Alright. Next.¡± Carter was momentarily stunned when the last witness came in. The witness was none other than the screenwriter of the movie, Kajen Fels. His hand clenched in a fist as soon as he sat down. ¡°In the name of God, this is definitely the most brilliant play I¡¯ve ever watched in my life!¡± ¡°You were in the theater at that time?¡± Carter said while knitting his brows. As Kajen had once argued with Carter¡¯s wife, Carter did not like this famous screenwriter very much. ¡°I looked at the list of customers. You were not on there.¡± ¡°He was at the backstage. There are special seats for staff members. In fact, the members of the Star Flower Troupe didn¡¯t need to buy tickets to watch the show. Didn¡¯t your wife tell you that?¡± Agatha supplied the answer. ¡°Actually, Kajen reported the incident to me and that¡¯s why His Majesty asked the Witch Union to investigate the matter.¡± ¡°I apologize, but this is a personal habit of mine,¡± Kajen said while placing his hand on his chest. ¡°I like to watch my own play secretively so that I would know how my audience like the show. Ms. May knows it so she didn¡¯t tell you.¡± Kajen¡¯s voice was again alive with excitement. ¡°I have to admit that this is a miracle in the history of magic movie, because the audience changed the ending!¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Carter asked in surprise. ¡°You heard it right, Mr. Knight. This wasn¡¯t my story!¡± Kajen Fels said eloquently while flailing his arms. ¡°The original story has a sad ending. The guardian acts as a decoy to protect the witch. He then falls off the cliff. However, the audience saved them both. Is there anything better than that?¡± The Chief Knight goggled at Kajen. ¡°I didn¡¯t write those lines. The audience created this spectacular ending. Like the characters in the movie said, the audience saved them and altered their fate!¡± Kajen gradually raised his voice. ¡°This is the ultimate play that I¡¯ve been trying to create for my whole life. If you find out the reason why, please tell me, please!¡± Chapter 1220 - The Origin of the Story Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland had the most hectic week since his ascendence to the throne. There had been various subtle indications that the Bloody Moon would arrive a lot earlier than usual, and he had been preparing for that day for a long time. However, unlike what the church had predicted that it would appear in 10 years or as the Taquila witches had anticipated in two to three years, the Bloody Moon emerged above the Western Region right after the implementation of the immigration policy, so suddenly that its appearance had caught everyone offguard. And that was not the end of it. A week ago, various urgent reports had been sent from numerous cities to Roland informing him of the abnormal astronomical phenomenon. It seemed that nobody had seen the Bloody Moon approach the city. The Bloody Moon appeared to have always been there, being invisible to people until very recently. Roland found that he had developed this ¡°Bloody Moon Complex¡±. Whatever he was doing, he always had a tendency to turn to the window and daze at the Bloody Moon outside. The moon was enveloped by a red haze but was not completely obscured. Roland sometimes had an illusion that the Bloody Moon was also gazing back at him. According to the Union, the emergence of the Bloody Moon meant the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will, which Roland had been preparing for over the past few years. However, when it was actually time to fight, he felt everything become somewhat surreal. No news came from the Fertile Plains, and he had not heard anything from the scouts in the north either. Neverwinter appeared to be the only city affected by the incident. The Administrative Office sent in a report every half an hour, but none of them was relevant to the demons. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Nightingale¡¯s voice jerked Roland out of the trance. ¡°You¡¯re staring at the sky again.¡± Roland blinked and was suddenly back to the present. ¡°Ah¡­ sorry. I couldn¡¯t help ¡ª ¡± Nightingale fed him a piece of dried fish and cut across him, ¡°Don¡¯t apologize. There¡¯s nothing wrong with staring at the moon. You¡¯ve been exhausted lately. I¡¯m happy that you take a break every now and then. Do you want my company? Since the Bloody Moon has something to do with the Divine Will, let¡¯s study it together.¡± Amused, Roland took the dried fish and shook his head. Nightingale always had ways to justify her eccentric behavior. He replied, ¡°I have a lot to do. Keep an eye on me. You mustn¡¯t let me slack off. Understood?¡± Nightingale twitched her lips and went back to her couch. Roland took a deep breath and returned to the stack of reports on his desk. The Bloody Moon seemed to have caused more trouble than the demons. According to the statistics from the Administrative Office and the Security Bureau, there had been four fires and 16 crimes in Neverwinter in the past one week. Anna had also reported 21 deaths in the plants caused by malfunction of machinery. More than 500 people were injured, and 90% of injuries had occurred within 24 hours of the appearance of the Bloody Moon. This was the most chaotic moment in Neverwinter in the history of time. At first, Roland had thought the Bloody Moon induced panic to the masses. However, after he analyzed the patterns of all these incidents, he found it was not that simple. Therefore, he asked the Joint Investigation Team to further investigate the matter, and the result was quite surprising. Those incidents were actually caused by the fluctuation of magic power brought about by the Bloody Moon. The reports submitted by Agatha detailed the chain of events. The Bloody Moon had appeared at around 5:35 PM. All the devices driven by magic power in Neverwinter were, more or less, affected. For example, the ending of the magic movie ¡°The Dust of History¡± had suddenly changed, and the audience had failed to distinguish illusions from reality. The electric circuits in the industrial zone were overloaded, and some machine tools powered by Dawn I stopped working. The most serious accident took place in Machinery Plant 1. One old boiler suddenly exploded, and hot steam burned the workers. Subsequent investigation showed that due to the outdated technologies, the boiler had been posing potential safety hazards for a long time, although Candle had, at one point, remoulded some of its important parts, including its valve. Testimonies from multiple witnesses proved that order had been re-established in 10 minutes. The various accidents further created chaos and made many people believe that the demons were invading Neverwinter. Although the plant workers had all received emergency training, the evacuation did not go very well. The death toll would have probably continued to increase had Neverwinter not established an advanced public health system. Meanwhile, Nana¡¯s contribution to reducing the death was also phenomenal. Roland had thought the Union had known that such things would happen upon the emergence of the Bloody Moon, but the truth was that none of the Taquila witches had heard about it. It appeared that the previous two appearances of the Bloody Moon did not bring such a huge impact on people¡¯s daily life, as magic power had not been widely used among the public back then. Considering that people still suffered from the aftermath of the incidents, and nobody knew whether there would be a second round of magic power fluctuation, workers in the plants conducted a thorough inspection and removed all the outdated machines. The Administrative Office also prepared a new contingency plan, which included how to stay calm upon emergencies. The term ¡°magic-caused accident¡± was used in official documents for the first time. As for the magic movie, it was broadcasted again in the theatre after a brief suspension that had lasted for three days. The public went crazy for the movie, and the theater was packed with people who had heard about what had happened during the premiere. Practically everyone came for the movie, in a hope of ¡°changing the history¡±. Even though the magic movie now followed its original storyline, the masses were still quite frenzied. This was probably one of the very few pieces of good news in the past one week. Nonetheless, the multiple accidents deterred Roland from using the Cube-powered steam engine right away. He wanted to first figure out whether the fluctuation of magic power occurred only upon the appearance of the Bloody Moon, or it actually caused continuous events during the whole period of the Battle of Divine Will. If it only occurred when the Bloody Moon appeared, he was totally fine with that. Roland wanted to defeat the demons, and both Dawn I and the Magic Cube were the key to the victory. They also played an important role in the industrialization of Graycastle. Once the public benefited from these two types of machines, they would soon get addicted to them. However, if the fluctuation would continue to exist until the end of the war, Roland would have to take the potential risks into consideration. Just then, the telephone rang. It was from the Administrative Office. Normally, only the director, Barov, would use this line. Roland heaved a sigh and picked up the phone. ¡°What¡¯s the matter now?¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty¡­¡± Barov said hesitantly. ¡°Astrologer of Dispersion Star just burst into my office and told me that he made a major discovery about the Bloody Moon. He hopes¡­ No, you must come to the observatory and see it for yourself.¡± Chapter 1221 - The Non-existing Bloody Moon Translator: Transn Editor: Transn As far as Roland knew, the Chief Astrologer was a man of honor and responsibility. Although he had not made any particularly extraordinary contributions to the astronomical research, he had founded the Arithmetic Academy and trained many students. He also assisted with the statistical analysis. In a sense, he extended the influence of the Astrology Association and expanded this old organization into one that could rival the Society of Alchemists. Dispersion Star had come to apologize multiple times for his negligence and failure to predict the premature appearance of the Bloody Moon. However, as Roland had been too busy with various events lately, he had dismissed him. Nobody ever anticipated that the Bloody Moon would appear so early, and Roland had never intended to rely on the Astrology Association to predict the Bloody Moon. He used their service simply because these scholars knew arithmetics. The word ¡°must¡± alarmed Roland. Disperson Star would have never used such an almost impertinent word had this not been an emergency. Therefore, Roland immediately headed to the Arithmetic Academy in the south of the city after he hung up. The so-called observatory was only an attic of the Arithmetic Academy. The astrologers used this little attic as their temporary observatory before they moved to the top floor of the Miracle Building. Since the construction of the Miracle Building had taken longer than planned, Roland had made them a large telescope and transformed the attic into a revolving observatory so that they could continue with their astrological work. Dispersion Star and the other astrologers had been waiting for Roland for a while. They soon went to their knee as they saw Roland come in. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± they chorused. ¡°Please rise,¡± Roland said as he waved his hand casually. ¡°Let¡¯s jump into the business. What did you find?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please follow me,¡± Dispersion Star said solemny as he led Roland to the attic at the top. Roland immediately saw that the floor was littered with drafts and drawings. He believed they were the calculations of the orbits of various stars. In fact, Roland only knew very little about astronomy. After having obtained basic knowledge of physics and mathematics through two years of studying, these astrologers had now surpassed him. Dispersion Star followed Roland into the attic, leaving the other astrologers outside. The moment the door was shut, Roland noticed that the old Chief Astrologer was wearing an extremely grave expression as if he were about to make his last will. ¡°Roland¡­¡± Nightingale muttered as she tugged his sleeve. Roland nodded in comprehension. He knew Nightingale would protect him if he was in danger, but he was curious as to why the discovery alerted the astrologers so much. ¡°Your Majesty, we¡¯ve been observing the movement of the Bloody Moon these days, as well as its change,¡± Dispersion Star finally spoke after a moment of silence. ¡°Since we failed to predict its appearance, we would like to make amends for our previous faults. We wanted to calculate its size and where its star district is. That¡¯s the duty of the Astrologers Association. However, the discovery horrified us.¡± Horrified? Roland¡¯s brows contracted. This was not the word he expected to hear. ¡°What do you mean? Get to the point.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Dispersion Star obeyed in a low voice. ¡°The Star of Extinction is probably a hoax. The Bloody Moon¡­ doesn¡¯t exist.¡± Roland was stunned. He turned around and looked through the window involuntarily. The crimson sphere was still aloft in the air, as sinister as ever. ¡°Are you saying that the thing over there¡­ doesn¡¯t exist?¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t believe it either when I made the conclusion. On the contrary, I found it quite amusing. However, gradually, we started to take it seriously,¡± Dispersion Star said after a sigh, and his voice became more confident. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty, it doesn¡¯t exist. According to the materials passed down to us and your books, we¡¯re positive that the giant star over there doesn¡¯t affect other stars.¡± ¡°When we drew the star chart and calculated the orbits of the other stars in the star district where the Bloody Moon is situated, we found not a single star deviate from its course, which means that the Bloody Moon doesn¡¯t affect those stars at all, nor does it affect us.¡± ¡°In addition, there¡¯s no change in its own movement either. Before, the Bloody Moon was stationary in the sky, which indicates that it was moving at the same rate as us. But now, it¡¯s still stationary, despite that it¡¯s so close. That doesn¡¯t make sense.¡± Roland immediately understood what the old scholar meant. ¡°If we remove it from the sky¡­¡± ¡°Then it¡¯ll explain everything,¡± Dispersion Star replied while nodding. ¡°Only when it isn¡¯t there will everything on the earth looks normal. In other words, wherever the Bloody Moon is, it won¡¯t make a difference to our world.¡± Roland fell silent. Now, he understood why the Chief Astrologer had been hesitant. The legend of the Bloody Moon and its relationship with the Battle of Divine Will were solely hearsay stories from the ancient Taquila witches without any solid proof. As the headmaster of the Arithmetic Academy, Dispersion Star had also heard about those witches. If it turned out that the witches were all lying, the discovery would probably jeopardize the healthy relationship between the witches and the king. But Roland completely trusted the witches. He enjoyed helping Celine conduct research and taking the God¡¯s Punishment Witches to the Dream World. Even if they lied, Roland would still like to be with them. At least, the demons did exist. ¡°Are you positive?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, I wasn¡¯t until I received a letter from one of my friends in the old king¡¯s city this morning,¡± Dispersion Star said as he produced a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it open. There was a drawing of the Bloody Moon. ¡°As he observed the moon from a different location, the calculation might be a little different. My friend used to be a noble, but he¡¯s very interested in astronomy. Therefore, I asked him to calculate the star district from another location. His calculation is very different from ours. It isn¡¯t even a minor error. That means that the Bloody Moon is stationary everywhere. It¡¯s not only stationary in relation to this area but to the whole continent!¡± Roland¡¯s heart skipped a beat. ¡°Your Majesty, it isn¡¯t possible that a physical object remains stationary in relation to everything!¡± Dispersion Star proclaimed slowly. Roland suddenly remembered the red speck in the Dream World. It was always the same no matter how he viewed it. In the Dream World, it had a different name. Erosion. Chapter 1222 - The Promise of the Divine Will Chapter 1222: The Promise of the Divine Will Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Your Majesty, Your Majesty¡­ Your Majesty?¡± Dispersion Star¡¯s voice startled Roland. ¡°Er¡­¡± Roland rubbed his forehead and said, ¡°Does anyone else know about it?¡± ¡°Only astrologers named after a star know it. The students in the Arithmetic Academy don¡¯t know,¡± the old scholar said as he knelt down. Roland now understood why the astrologers were all wearing a stern expression as though they were facing a death sentence. Apparently, they believed that Roland would kill them to prevent their betrayal of the horrific truth about the Bloody Moon, for the real purpose of founding this Astrology Association was to explore the Star of Extinction, which was a secret that only the royals were entitled to. These astrologers were expert in political games, so they naturally knew the consequence of their discovery. Roland was impressed with their caution and loyalty. He shook his head and said, ¡°You did a great job. Don¡¯t tell anyone about it. Keep up with the good work. Continue to manage the Arithmetic Academy and forget about astrology. Compared to something that doesn¡¯t exist, helping with Neverwinter is apparently more important.¡± With these words, Roland left the attic, leaving the stunned scholar behind. ¡°Let¡¯s head back to the castle,¡± Roland said in a low voice. He walked in a even more brisque manner than when he had come and almost broke into a trot. ¡°Do you think the astrologers are telling the truth?¡± Nightingale asked as she revealed herself. ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ I just have a hunch,¡± Roland said. ¡°It doesn¡¯t mean that the Bloody Moon doesn¡¯t exist. Perhaps, it¡¯s something else¡­¡± ¡°Something¡­ else?¡± ¡°For example, a pit.¡± Roland had never given much thought about the Bloody Moon. It was giant because it was close to the earth. For example, the Jupiter observed on io took up two thirds of the sky. People here called this object a moon simply because it was round with a soft glow. If this was an Erosion, then it could be a square or a polygon. Nightingale asked in confusion, ¡°Are you saying that the sky is cracking?¡± ¡°It may be even worse than that, but I have to find it out first.¡± ¡°How?¡± Roland cast her a glance and answered, ¡°By dreaming.¡± ¡­ Although it was not yet his typical sleeping hour, nobody had forbidden Roland to enter the Dream World during the day. This time, he did not inform any of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches but only asked Nightingale to guard him. ¡°We¡¯ll meet upon the appearance of the Divine Will.¡± Roland had had no idea what the Divine Will was. Now, he suddenly came to the realization that the messenger was not referring to the time in the Dream World but that in the real world. It was incredible that the messenger knew the true nature of the Dream World and even had knowledge of the real world. The messenger could probably even sense the change in both worlds. All Roland¡¯s suspicions seemed to have been confirmed when Dispersion Star had said ¡°the Bloody Moon doesn¡¯t exist¡±. Both the ¡°Battle of Divine Will¡± described by the executives in the Prism City and the anonymous book led Roland to the same conclusion. ¡°What are you going to eat for breakfast?¡± Zero asked him, with a toothbrush between her teeth as she stood in front of the sink. ¡°I¡¯m not having breakfast today. You can eat alone!¡± Roland shouted without looking back. He pulled on his coat briskly and rushed out on his slippers. The alley below the apartment was alive with people. The breakfast booths where deep-fried doughs and buns were sold were surrounded by students and young professionals. The residential area was teeming with the raucous voices of yelling vendors and the sizzling sounds of the deep-fried doughs. The only place that seemed to immune to all these noises was the Rose Caf¨¦. The coffeeshop was like a loner slinking outside the mainstream community. When Roland took out the key and opened the door, he could see the vendor across the street cast him a pitiful and scornful look that people typically afforded to an idiot. Roland took a deep breath and went straight to Room 302. The shop was on the ground floor, but Roland insisted the room number to be 302. It was a a little strange, but he did not care about it. Since Roland had been busy dealing with the incidents in Neverwinter, he had kind of forgotten about the Dream World for a while. Therefore, when he pushed open the door, he felt, surprisingly, a little nervous. Roland did not care about whether the messenger would be able to get into the closed shop. As the messenger could send a message to him through the champagne glass, he certainly possessed some extraordinary power. Perhaps, the messenger would pop up somewhere out of nowhere abruptly. Roland took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob. The shop was empty. Apart from a table and four chairs, there was no further furniture. Certainly, there was no hiding spot either. A little disappointed, Roland slowly walked to the table and sat down. Was he wrong? Then he realized that the messenger was not an apparition after all, who could travel from one place to another in a split second. Perhaps, he should wait for while. But Roland became more and more uncertain. Could the messenger really find this place that had just opened a month ago? What if he was waiting at another place? Could the note be a hoax that had nothing to do with the Divine Will in the real world? Roland had not a shred of evidence to his theory. Apparently, it would not be that easy to solve the problem. When Roland was about to leave the shop, suddenly, the bell rang. Clink and clang. ¡°Welcome to ¡ª ¡± Roland¡¯s words rested on the tip of his tongue. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches did not come with him this time, and Garcia would not visit his store very often either. No customer should come here considering the absurd prices listed outside. When Roland opened the door, he saw a familiar figure outside the shop. Roland had seen her twice. He had met her during the orientation for new martialists in the Prism City. He had also met her in the Reflection Church in the old Holy City of Hermes. Roland remembered this face. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that you would open a coffeeshop here and name it ¡®Rose Cafe¡¯. I thought you didn¡¯t find that note.¡± Lan said. Chapter 1223 - Lan Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland was a little surprised to see Lan, although he had somehow predicted that she would come. He asked, ¡°Who are you exactly?¡± ¡°A person who needs help,¡± Lan said while looking around. ¡°I understand you have a lot of questions for me. We can sit down and have a chat. Let¡¯s sit over there by the window.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t we need to go to Room 302?¡± Roland asked as he watched Lan take the seat. ¡°The reason I asked you to meet me here is to avoid curious ears. Since nobody¡¯s here, just take a seat you like,¡± Lan said casually. ¡°By the way, as this is a coffeeshop, can I have an ice coffee?¡± ¡°I thought you were disclosing a big secret to me, so I¡¯ve been very cautious, making sure that nobody will overhear us.¡± ¡°A secret will only become a secret when the eavesdropper recognizes its value. I monitor the Erosion underground every day and do need to take a break from time to time,¡± Lan said gracefully. ¡°One ice coffee, please.¡± Roland gazed at her for a second and then grumbled, ¡°I only have instant coffee here.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine.¡± Roland was a little frustrated to see Lan act as if she were the owner of the shop. He added some milk to the coffee and put two ice cubes in it. His eyes were glued to Lan during the whole process. ¡°Rest assured. I won¡¯t disappear,¡± Lan said while shrugging. ¡°I don¡¯t know about that,¡± Roland said, his eyes fixed on Lan resolutely. ¡°I once asked Garcia to contact you and went to the Prism City twice, but you vanished. Why didn¡¯t you talk to me? Why did you just leave me a note?¡± Lan lapsed into a short silence before she answered on a sigh, ¡°Because we weren¡¯t ready yet at that time, child.¡± Weren¡¯t ready? A little astonished, Roland pursued, ¡°You mean you¡¯ve been waiting for me to find out about the Bloody Moon, well, the Erosion myself?¡± ¡°You¡¯re quite smart. I now expect more from you.¡± ¡°Expect what from me?¡± Roland grunted. ¡°You don¡¯t look like a person who needs help.¡± ¡°Then what should I do to convince you? Do I have to beg and cry for your help? Or you want a reward from me?¡± Lan said while shaking her head. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think you¡¯d trust me even I did so. That¡¯ll only push you away.¡± Roland wanted to joke around, saying ¡°You never know¡±, but somehow the words abandoned him. Lan was much older than Garcia. She was the Chief Disciple of the Defendender of the Martialist Association, the senior of his senior. If she was really the person in the Reflection Church, she was probably 700 to 800 years old, a historical figure, so to speak. At this thought, Roland put up a more serious look. ¡°Alright¡­¡± Roland said as he sat down across the table, and went over the questions he had in his head. ¡°Were you a member of the Union?¡± ¡°I have nothing to do with your world,¡± Lan replied. ¡°I was born here and will also die here, although it¡¯s won¡¯t happen until many many years later.¡± ¡°But I saw your portrait in the Reflection Church ¡ª ¡± ¡°That¡¯s nothing,¡± Lan interrupted Roland. ¡°It¡¯s just a historical record that doesn¡¯t really say anything.¡± ¡°But what are the odds that you and the person in the picture look exactly the same!¡± Roland argued while knitting his brows. ¡°If you think further, there are many coincidences in the history. Compared to dwelling on something in the past, you¡¯d better focus on the present.¡± Roland knew Lan might be pretending. Without Nightingale, he could not tell whether she was telling the truth or not. There was no point in keeping arguing with her, so he immediately changed his question. ¡°So, what¡¯s magic power exactly?¡± Lan¡¯s lips curled into a smile. She said, ¡°You probably have already known it. Nothing in this world could explain it because it doesn¡¯t belong here. Low lives don¡¯t have the capability to understand higher animals. What we know now is that we can use it. Therefore, you could view it as ¡®a power we obtain by accident¡¯.¡± From Lan¡¯s words, Roland judged that magic was like the Force of Nature, or perhaps simply another form of the Force of Nature. Because of magic power, the Dream World became the way it was. Roland thus asked, ¡°So the book, ¡®Raison d¡¯¨ºtre¡¯, you mentioned in your speech during the orientation in the Prism City, and your deduction were all true?¡± The most two pressing questions Roland had now were the nature and origin of the Erosion and the reason for the endless Battle of Divine Will. ¡°Not really, but you could think that way,¡± Lan said quickly. ¡°I want to know the truth.¡± ¡°It¡¯s beyond the scope of your understanding, and it¡¯s impossible to describe it in your language,¡± Lan said after sipping the coffee. ¡°Plus, everything I do is under God¡¯s watch. If I give away any information that¡¯ll potentially endanger Him, both of the two worlds will be destroyed. Hence, please remember that the truth is what you understand.¡± Roland twitched his lips in amusement. Lan could have directly told him that she would rather lie than tell the truth. ¡°He can destroy the two worlds?¡± ¡°That¡¯s why we call Him God. It¡¯s the closest word to describe Him in your language.¡± ¡°What does He want?¡± ¡°To keep the Battle of Divine Will going.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your relationship with God?¡± Lan fell silent and then replied hesitantly, ¡°I betrayed Him.¡± ¡°Betrayed?¡± ¡°Yes. The war will continue, and I don¡¯t want to be stuck here forever. A new cycle means another round of loss. God will eventually exhaust His power. By that time, both worlds will be devastated.¡± Roland stared directly into Lan¡¯s eyes before he asked, ¡°So, why did you come to seek me?¡± ¡°I need your help, child,¡± Lan said and gazed at Roland. ¡°I want you to stop the Battle of Divine Will and put this cycle to an end.¡± ¡°You mean to win the war?¡± ¡°No, that¡¯ll start a new cycle,¡± Lan said while shaking her head. ¡°I want you to stop everything and replace God!¡± Roland was astounded. He had never anticipated that. He took a deep breath and said, ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m afraid I can¡¯t help you.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Lan asked. Her expression finally changed. ¡°I don¡¯t know whether you¡¯re telling the truth. You admit that you could only give me some evasive answers to avoid raising God¡¯s suspicion. Sometimes, one single word could mislead a person. What if you lie to me? You betrayed God once, and you can certainly betray me,¡± Roland said while spreading out his hands. ¡°I¡¯m not good at taking risks. So, look for someone else to replace God.¡± ¡°If you could help me ¡ª ¡± ¡°Don¡¯t,¡± Roland interrupted. ¡°You said there was no reward. You told me a reward would make things worse.¡± Lan fixed her eyes onto Roland for about 10 minutes before she conceded, ¡°No, I changed my mind.¡± ¡°I¡¯m determined,¡± Roland said as he rose and poured himself a coffee. ¡°An empty promise doesn¡¯t mean anything, although it sounds pretty nice.¡± ¡°You should at least let me finish.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve told you ¡ª ¡± ¡°I can bring Ashes back to life.¡± ¡°Crash!¡± Roland was aghasted. The glass in his hand slipped through his fingers, fell on the floor and broke into pieces. Chapter 1224 - The Remedy Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°How do you know her?¡± Lan said placidly, ¡°Although I was born here, it doesn¡¯t mean I know nothing about your world. Have you heard of the ¡®Realm of Mind¡¯ or the Origin of Magic?¡± Roland immediately thought of Kabradhabi¡¯s statement. His hand that was going to reach out to the broken cup on the floor paused in the air for a second. Then he suddenly threw himself over the table and asked Lan in a low voice, ¡°Is she in the Realm of Mind?¡± ¡°Of course not, but she left a mark in the Realm of Mind. Anyone who has sufficient power will leave a mark in the Realm of Mind.¡± Lan paused for a second before she resumed, ¡°I know what you want to ask about. You want to know how to bring her back to life and then do it yourself. You also want to know how to stop the Battle of Divine Will. However, I have to tell you that we don¡¯t have much time.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°People will eventually fade out of the Realm of Mind. This process is irreversable. Even if you know the method, you probably won¡¯t have enough time to suit the action to the plan, and this isn¡¯t the worst scenario yet.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the worst scenario?¡± ¡°The Dream World has intruded God¡¯s mind, and He won¡¯t let things keep going like this. ¡°In other words, when God believes that nothing could put things back on track, He¡¯ll destroy the two worlds. The situation is even more pressing than you think, and that¡¯s why I made up my mind to persuade you,¡± Lan said slowly. ¡°Child, help me, and you¡¯ll be also helping yourself.¡± ¡°Sounds quite convincing,¡± Roland commented sarcastically. ¡°But you just said that the truth was what I understand. In other words, you can be lying to me right now, including the part about bringing Ashes back to life.¡± Lan heaved a deep sigh and leaned against the chair. ¡°You can think that way as well, as I don¡¯t want to give you false hopes. I did so because I do want you to trust me.¡± Roland fell silent. For Roland, it was a tough choice to make. Lan¡¯s argument was quite solid. Roland had indeed heard a lot about the threat to the Dream World from the magic creature. He was certain that these magic creatures aimed to destroy this world. After hearing Lan¡¯s explanation, Roland believed that those creatures were actually God¡¯s ¡°underlings¡±. However, he could not trust Lan completely without confirming the validity of the information himself. All the information that Lan had just related to him regarding the potential harm to God was just her version of the story. It might be totally wrong, and Roland could not jump to the conclusion based on false information. However, he had not enough time to verify himself. Under such circumstances, the only way was to take risks. Roland closed his eyes and remembered that Tilly had cried her eyes out that night. He had noticed that the painful loss had dimmed the light in her eyes, as though a gemstone once dazzling was now incubated in a light sheet of dust. Some people maintained that such a change marked spiritual maturity. Only when one truly lost something would he began to cherish what he used to have. Roland dismissed such an absurd theory. A mature person would never allow himself to lose what he cherished and certainly would not let himself wallow in pain. If he could bring Ashes back to life, he would do everything he could to attain his end. Roland suppressed his excitement and put up a perturbed look as he sat down again across the table. ¡°I can¡¯t trust you just yet. I need to hear how you¡¯re going to bring her back to life?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t conflict with what I want you to help me with. In fact, they¡¯re actually the same thing,¡± Lan said slowly. ¡°First of all, you have to get into the Realm of Mind in both worlds simultaneously. Otherwise, we won¡¯t be able to proceed.¡± Roland asked in surprise, ¡°Two worlds? Hang on, are you saying that the so-called Origin of Magic does exist?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. It¡¯s not something intangible but a physical entity. It¡¯s entirely different from the hollow created by the Erosion,¡± Lan replied while nodding. ¡°In fact, it¡¯s at the north end of the Land of Dawn, and we call it the Bottomless Land.¡± Roland¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He had heard this word somewhere else. ¡°But the demons have taken over the north. You know demons, right? They¡¯re my enemy in this Battle of Divine Will.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t help you with anything regarding the other world. God forbids me to interfere with the Battle of Divine Will. You must find a way out yourself,¡± Lan said flatly. ¡°Beat them and get to the Bottomless Land. If you fail, then it¡¯ll be over.¡± That was why Lan said even if he knew the method, he wouldn¡¯t have much time to achieve his goal. Roland pondered for a while and then said, ¡°Alright. I¡¯m going to wipe the demons off the face of the Land of Dawn anyway. Then how to get to the Realm of Mind in the Dream World? It¡¯s not a real world after all, so it won¡¯t be that hard, right?¡± ¡°Before I answer you, I want to ask you something,¡± Lan said as she looked through the window. ¡°Do you really think that this world is a fake one?¡± Roland stiffened for a second and also rested his eyes on the people outside. There were fewer people now on the street after the rush hour. Many vendors were taking a rest, and some were ready to head back home in contentment. Others were reading newspaper while smoking cigarettes. Now, the students and young professionals were all gone. The elders started to come out and head to grocery stores. When they passed the Rose Caf¨¦, they cast contemptuous glances at the shop and exchanged murmurs with a derisive air. Roland knew that if he went out there and argued with them, these elder people might retort fiercely. The verbal altercation might also attract many curious, gloating onlookers. Roland certainly did not want to become the center of an improvised show. He found it hard to admit that this world was real. ¡°How to define reality?¡± Lan murmured absent-mindedly. ¡°Must a living being have a physical body? If this entity has consciousness and emotions, isn¡¯t it enough to be alive, even though it¡¯s in the form of energy?¡± ¡°Well, I think it is.¡± Lan turned around and said, ¡°Then protect this world. Once it¡¯s destroyed, everything here will disappear. It¡¯ll be a greater loss than anything in the other world. If you lose this Dream World, then you¡¯ll be shut out from the Realm of Mind forever.¡± ¡°Is the entrance to the Realm of Mind in this city?¡± ¡°Actually, you¡¯re in the Realm of Mind right now,¡± Lan corrected him. ¡°This is the Realm of Mind.¡± Roland¡¯s eyes were wide open. In other words, his body was still in Neverwinter, whereas his mind was at the Bottomless Land in the north of the continent thousands of miles away? Chapter 1225 - The Remedy (II) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Is this also the result of magic power?¡± ¡°Yes. There are so many types of magic power that I just can¡¯t explain every single one of them. It¡¯s a power that transcends the four fundamental forces, the ultimate solution to the great unification, if that makes sense to you,¡± Lan explained mildly. ¡°Nevertheless, it doesn¡¯t mean that you can enter God¡¯s territory and interfere with the Battle of Divine Will. This world is an independent one. It¡¯s protected by a thick membrane. That¡¯s why I can sit here and talk to you.¡± For some reason, Lan¡¯s explanation reminded Roland of bubble blowing. Among those floating bubbles, one of them housed the Dream World. He then asked, ¡°Then how do I penetrate it?¡± ¡°The same way the magic power enters our world ¡ª through the Erosion.¡± ¡°Er¡­ could you tell me more about it?¡± ¡°You should have already noticed that this world has changed a lot,¡± Lan resumed, and Roland could feel his heart beat frantically in his chest. ¡°At first, it was just a reflection of your mind, but there are now many things you¡¯ve never seen before. The change started when you began to collect the Forces of Nature.¡± ¡°You even know that?¡± Roland exclaimed in surprise. ¡°I¡¯ve been wandering about in the Realm of Mind since I was born, so I can sense even the most subtle change.¡± Lan continued, ¡°Listen, child. Both the Dream World and God¡¯s territory are driven by magic power. We call it the Force of Nature. When you continue to collect them, this world will expand and overlap with God¡¯s territory. That¡¯s the reason why Erosions appear.¡± Roland had heard about this theory during the orientation. He thus said, ¡°As far as I know, the Martialist Association has collected many cores of the fallen Force of Nature. If you want to collect as many of them as you can, why not just support the the Fallens?¡± To Roland¡¯s surprise, Lan did not object his proposal but simply summoned a bitter smile. ¡°Unfortunately, I¡¯m just the Defender¡¯s student. I can¡¯t take you to the central hub in the Prism City.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t mind turning against the Association?¡± ¡°If it could stop the Battle of Divine Will, I won¡¯t. Once the Battle of Divine Will ends, there¡¯ll be no Erosion in the Dream World, so in a way, I¡¯m still helping the Association. But that child¡­ She¡¯ll be very disappointed, for she has put so much faith in you.¡± Lan suddenly put up a very regretted look as she said these words. Was she referring to Garcia? Roland was a little surprised that Lan had such a deep affection toward Garcia. As a God¡¯s servant, she should have lived hundreds of years, and nothing should have been able to perturb her mind. Was she acting or was she actually too involved in her role? ¡°Well, this isn¡¯t the only way.¡± Roland wanted to get some coffee to ease up the tension in the air when he suddenly realized that the cup was already broken. He thus withdrew his hand and said, ¡°You also said that I have to enter the Realm of Mind in the two worlds simultaneously, right? Perhaps, by that time, we would have had enough cores. The only problem is that how I am supposed to know that the Dream World has already overlapped with God¡¯s territory? We can¡¯t really enter God¡¯s territory from the Erosion in the Prism City, can we?¡± ¡°Of course not. The hollow created by the Erosion there is the area of nothingness in the Realm of Mind. It¡¯s completely a different thing,¡± Lan said while nodding. ¡°As for when the Erosion will affect God¡¯s territory, you¡¯ll know when that day comes. However, this will also mark the beginning of the destruction of the two worlds. Therefore, you must find a way to the Bottomless Land before that.¡± ¡°And then?¡± Lan shook her head. It appeared that Lan could not disclose any more than that, otherwise she would bring harm to God. Nevertheless, there was also a possibility that Lan chose to hold the information back intentionally. Roland had now a basic understanding of what he should do. In fact, he had planned to drive the demons out of the Land of Dawn and earn some extra income by killing the Fallen Evils a long time ago, so Lan¡¯s information did not really change much of what he was doing. The only change was that he now probably had to fight both the demons and the Fallen Evils at the same time. Roland was not certain what he would encounter at the Bottomless Land. Lan did not say anything about that. If this was a trap, the only part where Lan might lie to him was when she asked him to replace God. Roland did not think God would surrender after he penetrated the Realm of Mind. Since everything sounded so vague to him, he had to proceed with extra caution. Another question that bothered Roland was that why she chose him. As far as Roland could see, Lan could totally pick someone else to help her. Although Lan looked like human, Roland was certain she was not any ordinary woman. Human beings had been defeated once. Given that, she could completely pick a demon or someone in the Sky-sea Realm to achieve her goal. According to Lan, the north of the Land of Dawn where the Bottomless Land was situated had been taken over by the demons. Kabradhabi had also confirmed that the enemy in the Sky-sea Realm was quite overpowering. The demons apparently had a hard time keeping their land. These two races were obviously far more powerful than the mankind. In a sense, they were almost halfway through the mission. Roland was not yet that arrogant as to believe that he was the only person who could leave a mark in the Realm of Mind. At least, Zero had that power too. Dimly, Roland had a feeling that the Battlefield of Soul was a demonstration of the power struggle in the Realm of Mind. The Dream World originated from there. He thus asked, ¡°I bet¡­ that I¡¯m not the first person you sought help.¡± Lan replied immediately, ¡°Yes, I turned to someone else for help as well over the past thousand years.¡± Roland felt his chest constrict. He pursued, ¡°Also including demons?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know much about the other world. After I left the Divine Land, I lost my power of connecting with other servants, but I can tell you that I¡¯m not the only traitor.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s the last person you talked to regarding this matter? Zero?¡± ¡°The Dream Courier, Alfina. She lived 869 years ago.¡± The name was unfamiliar to him. Roland asked, ¡°None of my preceders succeeded?¡± Lan sighed, ¡°You probably think it¡¯s pretty easy for us to talk face to face like this, but the fact was that they didn¡¯t even manage the first step, which was to stablize themselves in the Realm of Mind and establish effective comunication. Also, I had to phrase the matter in a way that made sense to them. In other words, they had to understand what I was saying. Only in that way would the message be successfully delivered. The more they understood, the better reply they could formulate. This rule applied to both you and the demons.¡± ¡°Like you have to share the same mindset?¡± ¡°Exactly. In fact, you¡¯re the first person with whom I can effectively communicate. Although I don¡¯t know where you obtained so much knowledge, far more than what this era actually needs, I¡¯m glad I found you.¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Roland said hesitantly. ¡°What if I fail?¡± Lan said after a moment of silence, ¡°I¡¯ll continue to wait until the next person appears. I¡¯ll wait until someone frees me, or until¡­ God kills me.¡± Chapter 1226 - The Prison of the Heart Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°What will the world look like when God is gone,¡± Roland asked tentatively. ¡°What will you gain from this? Are you able to leave the Realm of Mind and become a physical entity?¡± ¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t know,¡± Lan said with a smile. ¡°But anyhow, it¡¯s better than being imprisoned here forever. At least, there are hopes.¡± Roland gazed at her for a while. There was not the faintest hint of uneasiness on Lan¡¯s countenance. She acted as if just making a very simple decision. It appeared that he could not get anything more out of her, unless he brought Nightingale into the Dream World. Their subsequent conversation did not go anywhere either. Every time Roland asked about God, Lan kept her mouth clamp shut and reiterated that she could not help him with the Battle of Divine Will. Lan told Roland that she could do nothing more than living here as a martialist and delivering him messages. According to Lan, there were various rules that governed the Realm of Mind. Even God might not be able to change those rules at His will. Because of such restrictions, Lan had finally found a chance to look for the person who could terminate the Battle of Divine Will. Nevertheless, she would not be able to gain total freedom until the war was stopped. All the rules and restrictions still applied to her, and her work could be subotaged anytime. When Roland walked Lan out, he asked one last question. ¡°By the way, you said you didn¡¯t expect me to open a coffeeshop here. Is there another Rose Caf¨¦ somewhere in this city?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Lan said while smiling faintly. ¡°It¡¯s in the Prism City.¡± ¡°But I¡¯ve asked Garcia¡­¡± ¡°The coffeeshop is in the central part of the city. It¡¯s only accessible to the executives of the Martialist Association. At that time, I already knew that the Association would license you, so you would be able to get there via your hunting license. However, you don¡¯t have the slightest interest in the Association, which really surprised me. You¡¯ve never been to the Prism City since you got your license.¡± Lan paused for a second before she resumed, ¡°Also, for your information, the central hub where we store the cores of the Fallen Evils is located at the bottom level of the city. Normally, only the Defenders and their seniors have access to it.¡± Now, Roland finally understood why he could not find the Rose Caf¨¦. It was actually a coffeeshop exclusive to the executives of the Association. ¡°So where shall we meet again next time? I mean if we plan to meet again, which coffeeshop? Now there are two Rose Caf¨¦s.¡± ¡°This one would be better,¡± Lan said as she looked up at the towering apartment building. ¡°Garcia should be living here, right? It¡¯s not a bad idea to visit her every now and then. I would probably¡­ like it here a lot.¡± ¡°Probably? She doesn¡¯t know her likings?¡± Roland thought to himself, his brows raised, but he remained silent. Then they parted, and Roland saw Lan gradually disappear from his sight. Roland leaned against the shop door while revisiting their conversation. Both the Dream World and the real world seemed to be more understandable now. Words like magic power, Divine Will, the Realm of Mind, the Land of Dawn, and the Fathomless Abyss all became more concrete and made more sense to him. While Roland was lost in thought, suddenly, he felt a queer quaver steal through him! Roland looked up abruptly and saw a distorted, transparent wave sweep over the entire alley and soon ripple across the whole area. What had happened? He was surprised that the residents in this community seemed to be unconscious of the change, for they were still talking and laughing as if nothing had happened. Roland almost thought that he was hallucinating. But he knew, based on his past experience, that this was a change only visible to him. It was a fluctuation of power that he sensed when he collected the cores of the magic creatures. Roland clenched his fists. It was quite a pleasant sensation, but he somehow felt a little unsettled this time. Did something impact the Dream World? Lan was gone, and he had not obtained a phone exclusive to Association members from the Prism City. Otherwise, he could have asked her about it. Roland thus closed the coffeeshop and returned to the apartment. He had planned to disconnect the dream and go back to reality. However, when he entered Room 0825, he saw Zero¡¯s sneakers at the doorstep. Roland wondered why Zero had not gone to school yet. He had been with Lan in the coffeeshop for over an hour. To his dismay, he found the little girl lie on the floor. There were two broken glasses not far away. ¡°You gotta be kidding me¡­¡± Roland strode over to the little girl and clasped her wrist. He felt the pulse. Then he noticed that Zero looked feverish, her eyes shut and her brows contracted, as though she was suffering a great pain. Roland¡¯s hand reached onto Zero¡¯s forehead. It was burning. Did she have a fever? From where she fell, Roland judged that Zero probably had lost her balance when she was trying to clean the coffee table. ¡°Damn it. She was alright this morning.¡± But Roland was relieved that there was no Fallen Evils involved. The moment he had seen Zero fall on the floor, he had thought that God had come to seek revenge. Roland thus held Zero in his arms, sped down a flight of stairs, and climbed into the mini van. At this moment, Zero gained her consciousness. She opened her eyes and muttered, ¡°I¡­ broke the glasses¡­ on the table.¡± ¡°I saw it.¡± ¡°S-sorry, I¡¯ll¡­ pay you. I don¡¯t¡­ want to go back to the countryside.¡± ¡°Is she so sick that she¡¯s out of her mind?¡± Roland put Zero in the passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt. ¡°Stop talking,¡± he said. Then Zero suddenly stretched out her hand and spoke again when Roland was about to turn on the engine, ¡°Don¡¯t go¡­¡± Roland had never seen Zero, who always spoke to him in a defiant and almost trenchant manner, look so fragile and helpless. He somehow thought of what she had written in her diary. Perhaps, the fever brought about the most tender part of her personality. Roland did not know how her families used to treat her. At these thoughts, Roland heaved a sigh and said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, you still owe me rents. I won¡¯t let you go.¡± After receiving the confirmation, Zero closed her eyes, but she did not relinquish her grip. It was already afternoon when Zero was hospitalized. Although the cause of the fever remained unknown, Zero looked a little better. The doctor did not come until late evening. ¡°Are you really a martialist? ¡°Yes, what¡¯s the matter?¡± Roland asked. ¡°This isn¡¯t funny,¡± the doctor grunted. ¡°The girl isn¡¯t sick at all. She¡¯s simply awakened. Some people will indeed feel not very well when they¡¯re awakened, although it¡¯s not very common. Didn¡¯t the Martialist Association tell you about that?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Awakened! What a mess. If there weren¡¯t a martialist in the hospital, I would have thought it¡¯s some rare disease,¡± the doctor said dismissively. ¡°You can go now. Take her home.¡± ¡­ So Roland brought Zero back to the apartment building. He let out a deep sigh as he stared at the white-haired girl curling up in his arms. As a former Pure Witch, it appeared that she was destined to have magic power. Fortunately, Zero was now living in the Dream World, so she would probably not make the same mistake as she had done in her previous life. Darkness had now pressed in. The long corridor outside was bathing in a soft, warm glow. A few bugs flew toward the light source. When Roland approached Room 0825, he found, surprisingly, a familiar figure. It was Garcia. She was sitting at the doorstep while leaning against the door. ¡°What¡¯s going on today?¡± Roland wondered. ¡°Everyone seems to come look for me.¡± He had told Nightingale that he would only have a short nap. Now it was probably time for dinner in the other world. ¡°Hey,¡± Roland greeted Garcia as he crouched down. ¡°What brought you here? Did you lose your key and want to stay over?¡± However, Garcia neither responded nor sneered as she usually did, and Roland realized that something was wrong. All the words rested on the tip of his tongue when he saw Garcia¡¯s face. It was glazed with tears. ¡°A large number of Fallen Evils attacked the Prism City. Someone who escaped told me that my master¡­ my master stayed behind to protect others and was killed by the Fallen Evils¡­¡± Chapter 1227 - The Fall of Prism City Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland was stunned. If he remembered correctly, Garcia¡¯s master was called Lan. Which meant that the lady who had met him in the Rose Caf¨¦ this morning was¡­ dead? How could it be possible? Even though Lan was bound by the rules in the Dream World, she was, after all, the Defender¡¯s student and should have the capability to deal with Fallen Evils. The Prism City used to be a mine, so the main part of it was built underground. It was constantly guarded by the Awakened. How could the Fallen Evils breach the city so easily? There were so many things that Roland failed to understand, but he managed to calm Garcia down. ¡°Get in first.¡± Garcia rose feebly as if all her strength was gone. Roland put Zero in her bedroom and gave Garcia a glass of water. The latter gradually regained her composure, although her eyes were still kind of out of focus, but she, at least, stopped crying. Roland then noticed that there were six unread messages and a dozen phone calls. He scrolled down and realized that they were mostly from Garcia. ¡°Oh, sorry¡­ Zero suddenly got a fever, so I had to go to hospital and left my phone here,¡± Roland said in embarrassment. ¡°What happened in the Prism City? How did you know that your master was killed.¡± It took a long time for Garcia to find her voice. After what seemed to be an eternal silence, Garcia finally broke out inarticulately, ¡°I received an urgent message from C02 around noon, saying that something happened to the headquarters. He requested support from martialists from all over the world.¡± Roland remembered that C02 was the liaison officer for that joint mission he had attended a while ago. Now, he understood why Garcia had called him so many times, so he asked, ¡°But nobody went there?¡± Garcia should have immediately gone to the Prism City. ¡°Nobody was able to, because the Erosion in the middle part of the building suddenly expanded,¡± she muttered. ¡°Nobody knew how it happened, and the video camera didn¡¯t catch it either. C02 told me that by the time the Association realized it, the Erosion had already slashed the Prism City in half, and all the connection between the upper and lower floors were disrupted.¡± ¡°The Erosion expanded?¡± Roland¡¯s heart pounded against his ribs like a frantic bird. If the Bloody Moon was actually the hollow created by the Erosion, it should have been able to appear anywhere, including the underground area. If the emergence of the Bloody Moon marked the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will, then could the expansion of the Erosion be another form of Bloody Moon? ¡°When did it occur? Do you know?¡± Garcia nodded slightly and said, ¡°Around 9:00 in the morning.¡± That was almost the same time he had seen that wave! Was it a warning from the Dream World that the Erosion had begun? ¡°Then what about the Fallen Evils?¡± ¡°They¡­ they came out from underground¡­¡± Half an hour later, Roland finally had a full picture of the incident. Noticing that the Erosion had reached the middle part of the building, the Martialist Association immediately decided to send reinforcements. The Prism City wedged into the ground like a giant awl. Although it was well fortified, there were also several drawbacks in its architectural structure. For example, they must constantly maintain the ventilation system to make sure that people on the lower floors could breathe easily. Apart from that, all the life essentials, such as water and food, had to be transported from the upper level to the bottom. Therefore, when the supplies were cut off by the Erosion, the staff at the bottom level might be in peril. The most pressing task for the Association now was to find out how large the Erosion was and then reconnect the upper and lower level. The archtects who had built the Prism City had indeed also thought about the possible disconnection and thus equipped the building with a few evacuation exits so that people could quickly escape the building in an orderly manner upon an emergency. Since the Martialist Association figured out that the disruption was caused by the Erosion rather than an enemy attack, they soon withdrew the reinforcement request. At that time, the Defender and his students were all there in the building, and what the Association actually needed was the engineering team and paramedics, so the martialists did not come to rescue at once but waited for further instructions. However, something out of expection had happened. While everyone was going down through the evaucation exists, Lan and her team at Exit No. 04 were suddenly attacked by the Fallen Evils. Later, somebody noticed that many Fallen Evils used to be their colleagues on the lower level. It was quite shocking and incredible news. Nobody knew what had happened at the lower part of the building a few hours after the disruption. What they saw was a group of monsters with fallen cores transformed from ordinary staff members and martialists. Most people at the lower part of the Prism City were elites of the Association. What had made them betray the Association within half a day remained as a mystery. However, the moment they had chosen to merge with the fallen cores, they were no longer human. Even Roland was astonished at the turn of the event, let alone the rescue team at the scene. That was why Lan¡¯s team had been caught offguard. It was a miracle that a few people managed to escape when the whole team was outnumbered and overpowered. However, the team leader Lan did not make it. Some Fallen Evils attacked her when she was trying to close a door. At these words, Garcia started to sob again. Roland handed her another glass of milk. After a moment of hesitation, he asked what concerned him most. He knew it was not a good time to ask a question like this, but he must know the answer. Roland took a deep breath and said, ¡°These are all what the survivers reported to the headquarters, right? Did anyone actually see it when your master was killed?¡± Garcia would have retorted ferociously had she not been so perturbed and devastated. She croaked, ¡°My master¡­ my master blocked the switch that controls the door¡­ Then she was torn to pieces by the Fallen Evils¡­ Many people in her team saw it¡­¡± Her voice again perished into a suppressed sob. ¡°¡­ I¡¯m sorry,¡± Roland sighed. He did not know what would happen to a dead person in the Dream World. Would she return to the Realm of Mind or completely disappear? If God did control almost everything in the Realm of Mind, neither would be a happy ending. Without the protection of the Dream World, Lan, as a traitor, would definitely be punished severely. Roland had a very good reason to suspect God, for this attack seemed to be targetting Lan. And Lan was not the only person God intended to eliminate. He wanted to tear down the whole Dream World. ¡°If you lose this Dream World, then you¡¯ll be shut out from the Realm of Mind forever,¡± Lan¡¯s voice reverberated across his head. It appeared that there was going to be a Battle of Divine Will in the Dream World as well. His enemy, however, was neither the demons nor those in the Sky-sea Realm. He would be confronting God directly. ¡­ ¡°Hold on¡­¡± She heard loud noises. Sometimes the noises were so far away, but sometimes they were suddenly so close. What had happened? She felt excruciating pain. It seemed that her leg was broken. She had never suffered so severe injuries before, not even at the upgrade ceremony. For a split second, she thought of death. ¡°Ah, right, I¡¯m dying,¡± she thought. She felt that her body gradually turn cold, her mind drifting off. She felt hard to concentrate. ¡°Hold on¡­¡± The voice drew nearer. Was there somebody out there? Strange¡­ she had heard this voice somewhere before. ¡°Someone¡¯s still alive here. Can anybody help me remove this stupid stone?¡± ¡°She¡¯s hurt badly. Quick, move!¡± ¡°One, two, three!¡± Suddenly, the weight on her was lifted, and she was transferred to a soft bed. ¡°Hold on. You¡¯ll be OK,¡± someone talked to her from above. ¡°The Association has sent for the best doctor and medical equipment. You¡¯ll be fine once you get to the hospital!¡± ¡°The Erosion expanded?¡± ¡°By the way, you came from Cargarde Peninsula, right? What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°My¡­ my name?¡± ¡°Yes, do you still remember it?¡± She used all her strength to reply. ¡°¡­ Valkries.¡± Chapter 1228 - Gods Emnity Translator: Transn Editor: Transn At the entrance to the Prism City. The whole square was lit up, and the roar of machines rented the air. The rescue had lasted for nearly 16 hours, and the Defender, Rock, was waiting in the temporary tent for the latest news with a steely look on his face. It was rumored that nothing could unsettle him. However, this was a mistake. Lan¡¯s death actually shocked him a great deal, and he blamed himself for not fighting the Fallen Evils. Yet he knew it was not advisable to lament the loss now. The first thing he needed to do at present was to find out what was going on at the bottom level of the building. After Exit No. 4 was under attack, Exits 01 and 05 were also surrounded by the Fallen Evils. Fortunately, the rescue team there learned Lan¡¯s lesson and eradicated the enemies at a minimal cost, but the casualty rate was still astonishing. Like what had happened at Exit 04, all the Fallen Evils were transformed from the staff members at the bottom level. The death toll had reached 320, which was almost the total number of the staff members on duty. Clearly, it would not be long before the Fallen Evils took over the entire bottom floor. Rock did not know why those people would merge with the fallen cores within just a few hours of the breach. The Prism City was equipped with the most advanced emergency system. Even if the bottom floor was completely cut off, they could still sustain themselves for a while. They should have known that the Association would never abandon its members. As long as the exits were not blocked, they would soon be able to escape. However, Rock currently had no time to give it much thought. He was only concerned about the status of the central hub. There were more than 3,000 fallen cores stored in the central hub. If those cores were released to the public, the consequence would be disastrous. There would be far more than 300 Fallen Evils as they were facing now. ¡°Mr. Rock.¡± Just at that moment, a man in a suit came into the temporary headquarters and whispered to him. ¡°Are we really so unlucky?¡± Rock¡¯s face clouded over. The rescue team had just told him that the Erosion had suddenly expanded. There were two groups of touring martialists from Cargarde Peninsula currently in the Prism City. Since the Erosion had destroyed the middle part of the building, the floor closest to the Erosion slid into a hollow, and the two touring groups thus fell. Based on the current situation, these tourists might not be able to survive. ¡°What should we do?¡± the man in the suit consulted. ¡°Some celebrated martialists from Cargarde are among them. If we fail to handle this crisis properly, we may be caught in some diplomatic problem.¡± ¡°Try to find them and save as many as we can. How do I know what we should do? It¡¯s something beyond our control.¡± ¡°But the Defender from the peninsula may not listen to you¡­¡± Rock lapsed into a short silence and said, ¡°I see. Just hush this thing down. I¡¯ll ask the director of the Sky City to assist us.¡± As soon as the suit man left, a liaison officer came up to Rock. ¡°We¡¯ve heard something from Exit 01! They¡¯ve opened up a passage and are now going down!¡± ¡°Connect them to the main screen,¡± Rock said in a low voice. ¡°Got it!¡± After a brief noise screen, Rock saw what was going on at the front. From the shooting angle, he judged that the video footage was transmitted from the head-mounted camera that the team leader was wearing. The lighting down there appeared to be quite good, although a few lights were flickering. The emergency electric motor seemed to be working, so the elevator was still functioning. This could indeed save the rescue team a lot of time. However, nobody cheered up at the scene. Everyone rested their eyes on a peculiar ¡°red spot¡±. The red spot was in an irregular shape, but it was perfectly embedded in the concrete like a piece of asymmetric artwork. Rock knew this was definitely not a coincidence. Everything contaminated by the Erosion would disappear, including the Force of Nature. It was this red spot that separated the Prism City into two parts. ¡°Forget about the headquarters,¡± Rock instructed. ¡°Go down to the bottom level and make sure that the central hub is intact.¡± The rescue team, after receiving the order, immediately went down. Fortunately, they did not encounter any Fallen Evils on their way. Rock did not see a lot of traces of fight either. The building was dead quiet. Everything was in a perfect order, as though the building was simply abandoned. When the rescue team reached the central hub, everyone in the temporary headquarters gasped. Rock clenched his teeth. Another Defender named Furious Flames was slashed in half, its upper body clinging to the steel gate around 10 centimeters thick, all his clothes reduced to ashes. In the center of the steel gate was a huge, irregularly shaped hole, which seemed to be drilled out under high heat. Apparently, Furious Flames had attempted to stop the invaders from entering the central hub but had failed. This was definitely not the work of Fallen Evils. It took the rescue team a while to open the gate. All the cores were gone. There was a dread silence in the headquarters. Everyone dazed at the screen, horror-struck. Rock clenched his fist even tighter. He knew that the staff at the bottom would not take the fallen cores for no reason. He ordered solemnly, ¡°Get the surveillance footage. I want to see what kind of monster it was!¡± His sonorous voice jerked the audience out of the trance. Since they had immediately switched over to the contingency power, the surveillance system still worked well. Despite a few broken cameras, most of the video footages was still there. The technical support soon inserted the spare hardware, and the video was transmitted to the big screen. All the executives in the headquarters was taken aback by what they saw. The moment the Erosion had expanded, several blood clots had escaped from the red hollow and hit the floor. These clumps of blood wriggled and gradually transformed into human-shaped monsters. One of them had the ability to melt everything down. It instantly penetrated the floor and reached the bottom level. Another monster was even more terrifying. It immediately impaled a few martialists and turned them into puppets, making them look like inferior Fallen Evils controlled by the Force of Nature. Within half an hour, the bottom level was breached. People who were alive all merged with the fallen cores in a daze and became their enemies¡¯ puppets. After that, the monsters ¡°devoured¡± the rest of the fallen cores and created a passage in the central hub before they vanished from the camera. It was Rock¡¯s first time witnessing such an incredible power. The fact that the Erosion generated new Fallen Evils horrified him. He somehow thought of the joint mission last time, where the survivors had told him about the monster coming from the ¡°man-made Erosion¡±. It appeared that the Erosion, which they used to believe could engulf everything, had changed. Also, he sensed the blatant animosity from the Erosion from the way those monsters attacked the central hub and the people. But Rock believed that as long as all the martialists worked together, they would eventually find a solution to eliminate these enemies, no matter how powerful they appeared to be. The most important task now was to raise the morale and not let the fear conquer them. ¡°Everyone, just as you¡¯ve seen, this isn¡¯t an accident. The Erosion is invading this city!¡± Rock announced as he straightened up. ¡°It sounds quite strange but that¡¯s the truth. Let me make it clear. This is a war! They aim to take this world! I¡¯ll contact all the other Martialist Associations immediately, and we should unite together and exterminate the enemies!¡± At these words, Rock paused for a second and then said, ¡°Like my student Lan said, the Battle of Divine Will has begun.¡± Chapter 1229 - The Red Mist Translator: Transn Editor: Transn At around 4:00 in the morning, Garcia finally fell asleep. She had talked more than what all she had said to Roland in the past few months altogether since their first encounter. It was more like a monologue than a constructive conversation. Most of her rambling was about how she had met her master after she had cut ties with her family. The only thing Roland could do was to refill her glass and be a good listener. Roland also discovered that Garcia¡¯s dedication to protecting this world was mostly a product of Lan¡¯s education. Although Lan had been very strict with her, Garcia had always looked up to her and viewed Lan as her goal and role model. From what Roland saw, Lan must have liked the Dream World. But he was not sure whether her method would work. There were only two bedrooms in Room 0825, one of which was Zero¡¯s. Roland pondered for a while and decided to put Garcia in the master bedroom and spent the night in the living room himself. He did not think it a good idea to rummage Garcia¡¯s pocket for the key to her own apartment while she was asleep, for he had the slightest intention of creating any unncessary misunderstanding. Roland was certain that based on his past experience, this was the best way to handle this kind of situation. In the meantime, he also realized that he had to return to the real world now. Roland looked through the window after he settled Garcia down and gazed upon the city night. He could spie glitters of lights dazzle in the distance. The flickers were even brighter than stars in the sky. It seemed to be a very peaceful, sweet night, but Roland knew that this world, like the other one, was full of danger. The ¡°Bloody Moon¡± that represented the Erosion had revealed its horrendous nature. The only difference was that the one in the real world hung in the sky while the one here lurked underground. Roland shut the curtains and departed from the Dream World. He dazed for a while before opening his eyes. However, instead of the ceiling, he gazed into two sparkling eyes. The two stared at each other for a while until Roland heard someone scream above him. Then the person peering down at him immediately disappeared, as though everything was just his imagination ¡°Ahem, well, I was just checking whether you had waken up or not, as you¡¯ve been sleeping for quite a while, and I was a bit worried,¡± Nightingale said as she revealed herself from the desk. ¡°Plus, why did you suddenly open your eyes. You scared me!¡± Roland was speechless. How could he give her a headsup telling her that he was about to wake up? ¡°Anyway, you¡¯re awake now, so I¡¯m going to bed,¡± Nightingale said as she yawned dramatically. ¡°By the way, Anna came to see you at 10:00 today, but she left when she saw you were still asleep. She asked me to tell you not to force yourself.¡± ¡°Hang on, what¡¯s the time now?¡± ¡°Just a little over 12:00,¡± Nightingale replied as she walked toward the door. ¡°Well, good night.¡± As soon as Nightingale withdrew, Roland felt sleep creep over him. He had been roaming the two worlds for the last two days, and now he really needed a rest. Roland stretched himself and was about to go to bed when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something unusual. He slowly raised his head and almost shrieked at what he saw! Two pale faces hung down from the window. As they were tightly pressed onto the glass, the faces were a little distorted. Roland saw four large eyes gazing into his. He jumped with a start! Then he noticed that the two faces looked quite familiar to him. Hang on, why did they look so familiar? Roland¡¯s heart did a kind of drum drolling in his chest. He squinted at them for a while and suddenly realized that they were Lightning and Maggie! Why did they come here at this hour? It was midnight. Realizing they were exposed, the two girls drifted down from the roof. ¡°When did you get here?¡± Roland asked after Lightning and Maggie got in. He put up a straight face and said, ¡°Why didn¡¯t you notify me first?¡± It wasn¡¯t until then that Roland noticed that both of them were unkempt and muddy as if they had not taken a shower for half a year. They had indeed come back from a long journey. ¡°Your Majesty, we arrived here around an hour ago, coo,¡± Maggie replied, but Lightning soon stopped her. ¡°No, we just got here, and we didn¡¯t see anything.¡± With these words, she glared at Maggie and added, ¡°Did we?¡± Maggie nodded fervently and said, ¡°Coo¡­ yes, I got it wrong.¡± Roland twitched his lips, amused by their poor acting. Even Nana would not believe their words. He did not actually mind them watching him sleep, so he asked, ¡°Did you travel at night? Why not use the Animal Messenger? Did ¡ª¡± He suddenly had a bad feeling. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Lightning said solemnly. ¡°About half a month ago, we found traces of demons at the ridge of the continent!¡± Roland was now completely awake. He pursued, ¡°Then? Did you see any outposts there?¡± ¡°Not for now,¡± Lightning denied as she shook her head, produced a rumpled map from her pocket, and laid it open on the desk. ¡°We couldn¡¯t go really far in there, so we met up with the Taquila witches at the Snow Ridge. It took them a while to set up the magic core, and we were finally able to confirm something.¡± Lightning then pointed at the rapture marked in the center of the map and said, ¡°There are God¡¯s Stone mines there, and they¡¯re almost as big as the one in the Holy City of Taquila!¡± It was pretty clear what the demons were up to. Roland knitted his brows. Edith was right. The demons did have a plan B. Even if Taquila fell, they could still invade the Four Kingdoms from another location. Although the Impassable Mountain Range was treacherous, it would be better to invade from there than waiting for another 400 years. Fortunately, human beings discovered the demons¡¯ intention in advance. According to Agatha¡¯s intelligence, the demons would need some time to grow the Obelisk. They would only be able to produce a small amount of Red Mist before the Obelisk grew up. ¡°We also obtained another piece of news when we left the Snow Ridge,¡± Lightning resumed hesitantly. ¡°At that time, Maggie and I had already passed the Kingdom of Everwinter, so we couldn¡¯t hear it very clearly over the Sigil of Listening.¡± ¡°What did you hear?¡± Maggie clapped his hands over her ears as if holding a telephone receiver. ¡°The liaison witch told us that they found Red Mist in the north of the mountain range, coo!¡± Chapter 1230 - An Emergency Meeting Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Barov was waken up by his servant. During the wartime, the staff of the Administrative Office stood vigil in turns so that they could notify Barov immediately in case anything out of ordinary happened. Edith no longer worked in the Administrative Office, but she still had certain influences on Roland. Barov always tended to seek counsels of the General Staff before making a plan. The presence of such a genius rival constantly reminded Barov to work hard. Nevertheless, this was not the only reason Barov was so dedicated to his work. In fact, he enjoyed being busy, as being busy represented power. It meant that Neverwinter needed him. Also, His Majesty would trust him even more if he succeeded in his undertaking. Barov slid off the bed and pulled on his clothes. ¡°Speak up. What¡¯s the matter now?¡± ¡°Sir, this is an order from the king. He calls a meeting at the boardroom in the castle. All the ministers should be there at once.¡± ¡°Right now?¡± Barov asked in surprise as he looked out of the window. Without a doubt, it was in the dead of night. ¡°Yes. The telephone operator didn¡¯s say much. Do you want to send someone to the castle first to make sure¡­¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s fine,¡± Barov said quickly. The call was from the Administrative office, so it was not likely miscommunication. Since he was the only person who had installed a telephone at home, he must inform the other ministers verbally. ¡°Ask the servants to notify the other ministers. Remember that everyone needs to be informed. If you ever miss one, it¡¯s on you!¡± Barov would have hesitated for a while had the order been issued by the old Prince Roland. However, now, Prince Roland had become a competent king. If he decided to call a meeting at this deadly hour, it must be about something of extreme urgency. ¡°Yes¡­ yes, sir,¡± the servant said in the earnest. ¡°Are you going to the castle alone?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m going with the Pearl of the Northern Region,¡± Barov returned. ¡°I¡¯ll notify Edith Kant myself.¡± ¡­ ¡°Your Majesty, almost everyone is here,¡± Nightingale said as she put on a coat for Roland. ¡°Do you need a cup of tea?¡± ¡°Yes, please,¡± Roland said while nodding. ¡°Sorry to wake you up¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s nothing,¡± Nightingale said while smiling. ¡°I¡¯m not tired at all. I was just pretending.¡± ¡°Pretending?¡± ¡°No, no,¡± she denied quickly, a little flustered. ¡°I mean I did yawn, but it was because my eyes were dry. I¡¯m not tired at all. By the way, is Anna coming?¡± ¡°Let her rest,¡± Roland said while shaking his head. ¡°She doesn¡¯t need to worry about such things. Plus, she¡¯s been working so hard lately.¡± To further improve the Cube-powered motor, Anna had been working in the laboratory at the North Slope day and night. At the same time, she also had to work on the biplanes. ¡°You¡¯re working hard as well,¡± Nightingale said as she handed the tea to Roland. ¡°You didn¡¯t sleep at all in the Dream World, did you?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯m used to staying up late¡­¡± Roland said smilingly. It was common to sleep at irregular hours in his previous world. This was actually not the worst. He simply needed to take a rest later to make up the hours he had lost. ¡°I won¡¯t be able to sleep well if I don¡¯t finish my work.¡± Roland thus drained the cup and sighed, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡­ The boardroom lapsed into a dread silence after Lightning told them what she had discovered during her journey. Everybody was completely awake and wearing an extremely grave expression. Agatha looked toward Roland apprehensively and said, ¡°Your Majesty, we¡­¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault,¡± Roland comforted. ¡°The rapid increase in the number of Senior Demons and Spider Demons has already indicated that our enemy is now very different from the one 400 years ago. Apparently, they also progressed.¡± There was no point in blaming the Taquila witches for providing inaccurate intelligence, as the event was unforeseen. Indeed, the soldiers in Neverwinter and the Taquila witches had reached a mutual understanding on the strength of the demons in the third Battle of Divine Will. ¡°Although the Exploration Group is not 100% sure about the ¡®presence of the Red Mist¡¯, the Red Mist did reach the crest of the Impassable Mountain Range. I believe that we¡¯ll hear from the front within a week. Now, the problem is that what we should do in the event that the demons do have the ability to activate the Obelisk in a short period of time. Before we discuss this matter, I want to make sure how much Red Mist an activated Obelisk could produce.¡± Agatha said hesitantly, ¡°After the Union discovered the special demon at the bottom of the mine, we speculated that the Obelisk is probably a type of giant Magic Stone. If the small Magic Stone embedded in the demons is transformed from a Chaos Beast, then the Obelisk would be from raw ores. The Obelisk does have unique properties, but its size also depends on the mine where it¡¯s growing from. However¡­¡± Roland knew why Agatha was hesitating, but he urged, ¡°That¡¯s OK. Speak up. It¡¯s better than nothing. Plus, everything is subject to change during a war. If our prediction is a little different from the reality, then we can make adjustments accordingly.¡± ¡°Alright¡­¡± the Ice Witch said while nodding in great relief. ¡°Based on the Union¡¯s experience and Lightning¡¯s information about the location of the mine, the Red Mist produced by an Obelisk transformed from a God¡¯s Stone mine the same size of Taquila could probably reach here¡­¡± She then conjured an icicle and pointed it at the map. ¡°This is¡­ the Archduke Island?¡± Edith asked thoughtfully. ¡°That¡¯s right. If we move the great rapture to the Taquila area, then the borderline would be around the Impassable Mountain Range area,¡± Agatha explained. ¡°Of course, the Red Mist won¡¯t reach there all of a sudden. It needs time to permeate the surrounding area, and the whole process may take a few days. The farther it goes, the slower it¡¯ll travel. Therefore, it¡¯ll be another few months before the Red Mist covered the area within a radius of 100 kilometers.¡± It appeared that they had done a good thing to seize Taquila in advance. Had they failed or been a little slower, say, they had just completed the railway construction now, the Red Mist would have not only invaded the Four Kingdoms from the Impassable Mountain Range but it would have also hindered the operation of the First Army. The Red Mist was fatal to the witches. Even though the army had advanced weapons, they would not be able to carry out military operations effectively while being interfered with by the Red Mist. ¡°With that being the case, we must hurry up,¡± Roland said as he looked toward Edith. ¡°Does the General Staff have any plan?¡± ¡°Of course we do,¡± Edith said confidently. She was the first person to see through the demons¡¯ intention. ¡°Although the demons are faster than we thought, from the perspective of military strategy, erecting the Obelisk at the ridge of the continent was actually their last resort. The ridge of the continent is a good hiding place, but the demons could not launch an attack effectively from there. This affords us time to remedy the situation. The General Staff believes that if the demons do appear in the Kingdom of Everwinter, our defensive line will definitely not in Graycastle but here.¡± She tapped the map. It was the Cage Mountain in the Kingdom of Dawn. Chapter 1231 - Hope Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°The reason is fairly simple,¡± Edith resumed before anyone could raise a question. ¡°The Cage Mountain is not only a branch of the Impassable Mountain Range in the horizontal direction but also the highest point of the Kingdom of Dawn. The artillery of the First Army could have a broader view if they fire from there. Also, the demons will have restricted mobility, considering that there are fewer flying Devilbeasts than inferior Mad Demons.¡± ¡°Secondly, the Red Mist tends to move toward the lowlands, and it becomes thinner as it stretches farther. Therefore, the witches shall build the defensive line at the highpoint of the land. I¡¯ve heard that the front has already done so ahead of time.¡± ¡°The last is His Majesty¡¯s Radiation Project.¡± She surveyed the room at these words and continued, ¡°We know that this project relies on the ores at the Cage Mountain. Before we find an alternative resource, we can¡¯t abandon the Cage Mountain.¡± Nobody questioned Edith¡¯s decision. Nobody saw the final product of the Radiation Project, and they could not possibly imagine how much energy those tiny little spheres could produce, but all of them viewed the project as one of the most important missions, simply because Roland said so. Roland swelled up with pride at this thought. This was probably the biggest achievement an engineering student could ever attain. ¡°But we can¡¯t desert the Kingdom of Everwinter or the Kingdom of Wolfheart completely either,¡± Roland said as he cast a glance at Edith. ¡°We need people to win the war.¡± ¡°Yes. Therefore, while the Red Mist is spreading, the First Army should focus on bringing in immigrants and stopping the demons from advancing. I don¡¯t think the demons will set up outposts after the Red Mist spreads out. They¡¯ll build them right now, which was exactly what they did 400 years ago.¡± Edith paused for a second and said, ¡°To be honest, the sudden appearance of the Bloody Moon helped the First Army. When people in the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart see what kind of enemy they¡¯re dealing with, they¡¯ll automatically side with us. By that time, they¡¯ll beg Graycastle for help even if Iron Axe wants to shut them out.¡± At these words, Edith¡¯s lips curled up into a faint, inscrutable smile. In that case, a lot of people would die. Roland heaved a sigh. Roland understood why Edith gloated over the misfortune of the refugees. He remembered a piece of news in his previous world saying that some residents opposed to build a cell tower and therefore lost cellphone reception. However, in a war that would determine the fate of the human race, Roland could not stand by watching those people suffer, even though it was because of their own stupidity. ¡°We harvested tons of Golden Twos this year,¡± Roland said as he turned to Barov. ¡°Draft a proposal and send some food to the Kingdom of Dawn. Make sure those refugees who left their native towns are fed.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, if my understanding is correct, once we confirm the Red Mist would spread out, the First Army will immediately set off for the Cage Mountain. This will create a lot of pressure on the logistics,¡± Barov replied hesitantly. ¡°I can¡¯t guarantee we can provide food to the refugees while at the same time supplying our army. We won¡¯t have enough ships even if we borrow all the ships from the Chambers of Commerce at the Fjords.¡± This was a real problem. Even the largest sailboat in the Fjords would not meet the needs of the war. All the fleets were now filled with immigrants. ¡°Unless¡­ we build a railway leading directly to the neighbor¡­¡± Barov said with great difficulties. He knew such a large project would cost tons of money. His heart ached every time money went out from the treasury. ¡°We probably don¡¯t have much time,¡± Roland said while shaking his head. ¡°The railway construction on the Fertile Plain has cost too many resources. If we build another railway, we won¡¯t be able to support the other projects.¡± The railway, which stretched away from the Misty Forest all the way to the ruins of Taquila, cost a great amount of steel. Its construction took a year and a half, not to mention that Leaf had amended the first half of the railway and that the second half was built on a flat plain. The road condition between Neverwinter and the Cage Mountain was more complicated than the Fertile Plains, so it would be hard to say how long it would take to build this new railway. ¡°I totally agree with you, Your Majesty¡­¡± Barov rejoined, apparently much relieved. ¡°Let¡¯s make a plan based on the current situation. Don¡¯t try to save money. Use the money well,¡± Roland said. ¡°As for the logistics, I¡¯ll see what I can do.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Roland then looked toward Edith and said, ¡°The General Staff should also draft a proposal based on the presumption that the farthest the Red Mist could go is the Cage Mountain. Then we¡¯ll discuss further in detail.¡± Smart as the Pearl of the Northern Region was, she had no problem in making a plan. Even if Roland did not remind her, she would understand the urgency of the matter. ¡°Leave it to me,¡± Edith said while placing her hand on her chest. Roland rose to his feet and surveyed the boardroom. ¡°I told you before that the third Battle of Divine Will will determine the fate of the mankind. Now, it¡¯s coming.¡± The victory of the Taquila war has proved to us that we could win, despite the miserable defeat 400 years ago. I hope we all do our best and devote ourselves to this war. I¡¯m sure today will be remembered!¡± Roland proclaimed. ¡°Listen, no matter who our enemy is, I only have one request, that is, we must win the battle!¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty!¡± everyone shouted together. It was going to be a busy night. After everyone filed out of the boardroom, Roland held Tilly back. ¡°I want to have a private word with you.¡± ¡­ After Roland returned to his office, he dismissed Nightingale and shut the door. Tilly raised her brows and asked, ¡°Something that you don¡¯t even want Nightingale to hear? It seems you¡¯re not planning to inquire about the training of the Aerial Knights.¡± Roland did not answer but poured a glass of minty Chaos Drink for both of them. It did not taste particularly good, but it was pretty calming. Seeing Roland remain silent, Tilly did not pursue but simply sipped the drink, waiting for him to break the silence. Roland had a complex feeling toward his ¡°sister¡±. Tilly was not his real sister. Compared to the Princess Tilly he used to know, the current Tilly Wimbledon had become more like a leader. However, he preferred the little girl who used to curl herself up beside Anna in winter, with her feet sticking out from underneath the blanket, and think about what kind of tough questions she could ask the other witches. Although Roland knew that people would change, Tilly¡¯s change was too drastic. Within a few days after Ashes¡¯ death, she had grown up. He could see the virulent rancor against the demons in Tilly¡¯s eyes. She seldom revealed such hatred, but Roland was very disturbed by her ¡°only request¡± of seeking revenge from the demons. She had made up her mind. The world had suddenly become meaningless to her. Roland learned from Lan that Ashes could be brought back to life. He should have verified the information before telling Tilly so that he would not give her a false hope. However, Roland realized that as Ashes¡¯ death had sunk Tilly into the lowest dejection, Tilly might not survive the Battle of Divine Will in the end. If he told her about the prospective good news now, she might probably elevate herself from such despondency. Yet there was a risk he had to take. If Ashes did not come back to life in the end, Tilly would be devastated. That was why Roland did not say anything for quite a while. But he had to speak. Roland knew he had made the decision when he had stopped Tilly. He would rather put his faith in a faint ray of hope in the future than regret later. ¡°Brother?¡± Tilly reminded him, a little bewildered. She averted her eyes slightly to avoid Roland¡¯s burning gaze. Roland took a deep breath and said slowly, ¡°What I¡¯m going to say next may be incredible, but I still want to tell you that ¡ª ¡± ¡°Ashes may be still alive.¡± Chapter 1232 - Brother Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Tilly quavered. She slowly turned around, and there was a multitude of feelings in her eyes. As if confirming what she had just heard, Tilly asked, ¡°What¡­ did you say?¡± ¡°I said that Ashes might be still alive,¡± Roland repeated slowly. He knew he could not retract now. ¡°No¡­ brother,¡± Tilly mumbled as she managed a smile. ¡°I know you want to comfort me, but you can¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°But it¡¯s not what you think,¡± Roland cut across her. ¡°To be honest, I was as incredulous as you when I heard the news, and I know it¡¯s unfair to tell you before I confirm that it¡¯s true. However, I don¡¯t want to regret it later.¡± Tilly fell silent. She stared at Roland out of his countenance as if processing the information. She suddenly realized that what Roland had said was probably something unusual. Tilly was one of the smartest and most open-minded witches among all. After about seven minutes, she asked tentatively, ¡°Who told you that?¡± ¡°Lan.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of her¡­¡± Tilly muttered as she lapsed into thought. ¡°Does it have something to do with the Dream World?¡± Roland was not surprised that Tilly had quickly made the connection. He answered calmly, ¡°Slow down. I¡¯ll tell you everything.¡± ¡­ By the time Roland finished, the first hint of dawn was visible in the east. The first ray of sun broke over the horizon behind the mountains and gilded the roofs of the buildings in the distance. Tilly was still lost in thought. She muttered to Roland as much as to herself, ¡°That means¡­ as long as you control the Realm of Mind, you¡¯ll be able to bring Ashes back?¡± ¡°Technically, yes,¡± Roland replied while nodding. ¡°According to Lan, after a witch becomes a Transcendent, she¡¯ll leave a mark in the Realm of Mind. This is consistent with Kabradhabi¡¯s statement.¡± During the interrogation, Kabradhabi had told Zooey that their souls would return to the Origin of Magic. Once their kind dominated the world, he would come back. Although it was quite different from what Lan had told Roland, there was one thing in common. That was, the Realm of Mind accepted souls. ¡°In addition, in the ancient book of the underground civilization, the author also wrote that the journey to the Divine Will is the process of a magic power upgrade. The winner will eventually rival God. If we view the Realm of Mind as the pinnacle of magic power, then Lan¡¯s words, in a way, fits the description.¡± Roland paused for a second before he continued, ¡°Nevertheless, considering that this information may be all from God, we can¡¯t completely trust it. The best way is to verify its validity myself.¡± ¡°Brother¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll penetrate the Realm of Mind as soon as I can and try my best to retrieve Ashes, if she¡¯s really there. Therefore, I want you to protect yourself before I find her, as I don¡¯t want to infuriate a Transcendent who has exceeded her limit and is beyond the restriction of God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation¡­¡± Roland said in a half-joking manner. Then he suddenly found that Tilly did not look right. She was trembling, her head hanging, and she was mumbling under her breath as well. Roland held his breath and listened. ¡°That¡¯s great¡­ That¡¯s great¡­¡± Roland suddenly did not know what to say. Tears started to trickle down Tilly¡¯s cheeks and splattered against the back of her hand. Looking at the quivering princess, Roland sighed internally as he slowly stretched out his hand and patted her head. The next moment, Tilly threw herself onto him and held him tight. The trembling gradually perished into sobs, and Roland felt as though he had traveled back in time to that night again. However, Roland sensed that something had changed. Unlike last time where Tilly had cried for hours, this time, she dried her eyes within 10 minutes. When she looked up, she forced Roland to turn away. ¡°Don¡¯t¡­ don¡¯t look at me.¡± Then he heard Tilly sniffle and clean up her face behind him. It was a while before Roland was allowed to turn around. ¡°Sorry¡­ I made you worried,¡± Tilly said in a low voice. ¡°I¡¯m pleased that you¡¯ve realized it,¡± Roland said while folding his arms. ¡°You should also reconsider your request last time ¡ª ¡± ¡°Are you referring to the plane used to kill the demons?¡± Tilly said while blinking. ¡°No, my request stands, brother.¡± ¡°Oi¡­¡± ¡°You need my help to reach the Fathomless Abyss. Now, it¡¯s very likely that the demons have already erected a full-grown Obelisk. With that being the case, it¡¯s going to be even harder for us to restrict the Devilbeasts. If we can¡¯t dominate the sky, the First Army might not be able to crush the enemy so easily,¡± Tilly said as she stuck out one finger to stop Roland. ¡°You¡¯re right. I didn¡¯t care about whether I¡¯ll survive when I made that request. I just wanted to kill as many demons as possible. But now, I¡¯ve changed my mind.¡± ¡°And you know what a difference it could make with someone assisting you. Not a single Aerial Knight knows how to fight demons. I¡¯m the only person who can teach and train them,¡± Tilly went on while patting the chest. ¡°I promise you that I¡¯ll look after myself and wait for you to enter the Realm of Mind.¡± Roland found it hard to decline her request. The sparkles in Tilly¡¯s eyes came back, her demeaner as poised as ever, and she was radiant from within. ¡°Alright then¡­ but you must keep your promise.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Tilly resumed after a brief pause, ¡°Also¡­ thank you for telling me that.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure whether this method would work ¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯m more than content. At least, we now have a mutual goal,¡± Tilly said as she again pressed herself to Roland¡¯s chest. ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re my brother¡­¡± ¡­ After Tilly took her leave, Nightingale returned to the office and asked, ¡°What did you say to Princess Tilly? I saw her just come out, and she looks like a different person¡­¡± ¡°The connection between the Dream World and the reality. If you want to know, I can tell you as well, but not now,¡± Roland said as he fumbled with the drawings. ¡°I just received a message from Honey, saying that a fleet will be arriving at the port of the inner river in two days. They should bring the immigrants from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Before that, I should finish the drawing for the new project.¡± Nightingale shrugged and said, ¡°Never mind me. Haven¡¯t I told you? I won¡¯t insist if you don¡¯t want to say.¡± She walked to the desk and studied the drawing for quite a while before she said, ¡°It looks like¡­ the vehicle Anna drove the other day in the yard.¡± ¡°It¡¯s the same thing, only a lot larger,¡± Roland said smilingly. ¡°Didn¡¯t Barov talk about the logistics in the meeting? This is the solution.¡± Apart from expensive trains, there was also a cheap alternative, a wheeled truck. There were various types of wheeled trucks. Although they were not as efficient as trains, they were more flexible and also easier to operate than a tractor. They could run on a flat, hard-surfaced road easily. There were many inner rivers in Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn, but none of these rivers were connected. Therefore, a fleet of wheeled trucks could facilitate the transportation between the two countries. Chapter 1233 - Being Trapped Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°I see,¡± Nightingale spoke after a moment of contemplation. ¡°Compared to building a brand new railway, it¡¯s much easier to build a road to connect the rivers. Railway construction needs Anna and skillful workers, but everybody can build a regular road. Even the refugees can do it. In this way, we can save a lot of time!¡± ¡°Exactly. This is another strength,¡± Roland said in approval. ¡°As long as we plan it well, we¡¯ll alleviate the stress of the logistics department in one or two months. This is very important for us considering we have such a tight timeline. It appears that you do, sometimes, grasp the nature of the problem.¡± ¡°Haha, of course¡­ hang on,¡± Nightingale said and her smiles immediately faded out. ¡°What do you mean by ¡®sometimes¡¯? I can think, and I can help you with your work and cope with my exam¡­¡± Although she looked pretty frustrated, her voice trailed off. Roland giggled involuntarily. Nightingale had to first make sure that she did not fall asleep before she set to study. Roland shoveled his eyes back to the map on the desk. If he wanted to connect the rivers in Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn, the fastest way was to build a road in the Eastern Region near the Redwater River that ran all the way to the City of Evernight. The road should then wind toward the north, reach the Windswept Ridge, and finally connect the Sparkling River in the neighboring country. The Sparking River originated from the Hermes Plateau and diverged at the capital city into three branches. Two wider ones stretched away between the south and north of the Kingdom of Dawn and flew to the ocean. To further facilitate water transportation, the Moya Family had dug out a canal running from the east to the west over the past 100 years, which not only boomed the business activities along the river but also provided a shortcut for Roland¡¯s road construction plan. With that being the case, Roland only needed to build two roads, one from the Sparkling River to the Northside River and the other leading to the Cage Mountain. In this way, there would be a passage connecting the two countries. Compared to a costly railway, the two roads were no longer than 200 kilometers put together, and all he needed to do was to set up three ports for freights. Since loaded trucks were heavy and could easily damage the road particularly on rainy days, Roland decided to use mortar and cement to harden the road surface instead of gravels to avoid subsequent maintenance. The road, therefore, would be of the same quality as those in Neverwinter. Cement was now widely used in Neverwinter, but it was time-consuming to ship it to the Kingdom of Dawn, so Roland decided to produce cement locally. After finishing the drawing, Roland wrote a letter to the king of the neighboring country, Andrea¡¯s father, Horford Quinn. He was going to dispatch some technitians to the City of Glow and taught the three families in the king¡¯s city how to manufacture cement and assemble paddle steamers. Then they would be able to build a plant and mend the road for Neverwinter. Roland believed that the nobles would see the potential value of cement. With these two technologies, the Kingdom of Dawn could solve the transportation problem by themselves. Nevertheless, Roland planned to provide completed steam engines because none of the cities except Neverwinter in this era were industrialized. It would thus be meaningless to send over raw materials. Roland believed that the Kingdom of Dawn would take action immediately. If the Red Mist had already appeared at the crest of the Impassable Mountain Range, Horford would receive the news soon. By that time, he would know what he should do. ¡­ Two days later, Roland saw the first batch of immigrants from the roof of the Miracle Building. Smoke coiled up into the air from the endless fleet and dropped a thick veil at the bank. People trodded on the trestle and off on the dock under the guidance of the police. A colorful sea of heads heaved up and down at the bank of the Redwater River. ¡°50,000 people¡­ That¡¯s the population of a whole city, Your Majesty,¡± Barov commented in excitement, although also a little worried. ¡°I¡¯ve never expected to see hundreds of thousands of immigrants from the Kingdom of Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart coming to Graycastle. If things go well, we¡¯ll soon reach our target of an increase of 200,000 people each year. Now, I should worry about your treasury.¡± ¡°As well as public safety and urban management,¡± the Chief Knight, Carter, rejoined a little apprehensively. ¡°Those immigrants may not acknowledge your authority. Out of safety concern, I suggest settling them down in a certain area so it would be easier to manage them.¡± ¡°Then they¡¯ll never become true Graycastle people,¡± Roland said while shaking his head. ¡°If the police needs help, ask Barov. Punish the wrong-doers and reward those who make contributions. Send chronic offenders to the mine and subject them to heavy labor. I need workers not imprisoned slaves.¡± Without a doubt, the king¡¯s city would be more chaotic with such a huge influx of immigrants. This was an inevitable side effect of his immigration policy. Roland would not have carried out such a hasty plan had he had enough time. Now, the war was around the corner, so he had to implement the policy despite the potential problems it would bring. The benefits of an population increase overpowered its downside. For example, he could send 10,000 people out of the 50,000 new immigrants to the plants to increase the production of firearms. Then, the soldiers at the front would have more weapons and ammunition, as well as other new equipment. Now he had both manpower and technologies and could officially start the project for the Cube-powered steam engines. ¡­ ¡°Where am I?¡± Valkries woke up again and found herself in a snow white room. The ceiling and the wall blinded her. There was a queer instrument ticking beside her. A transparent bag was hung above her, and the liquid in it dripped down the tube and slowly into her vein. There was so much information unfamiliar to her swarming into her head that for a moment, she could not give a proper response. She had never seen anything like this before. Everything was so different from what she were used to. For example, the white shirt she was currently wearing had pretty tight stitches, which was complete different from the clothes she usually wore. Valkries closed her eyes and concentrated. No matter how strange the surrounding was, the only thing she could rely on was her power. Valkries¡¯ heart suddenly sank to the bottom. She noticed that she was not in her own body. Although this body looked exactly the same, the magic stone was gone. She would have died had the magic stone really disappeared. However, surprisingly, she felt fine. She could still sense the magic power slowly move within her body in an unfamiliar way. The murmur of the Realm of Mind was also gone. No matter how hard Valkries tried to concentrate, there was no response. She even condescended to call upon the Sky Lord, but she heard nothing back from the latter. This meant that she was trapped. Chapter 1234 - A Strange World Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Yes, she was trapped. Valkries now remembered that she had been delving into the depth of the Realm of Mind and tracking down a faint fluctuation. When she had crossed the borderline that separated the upper and lower level, her step had become heavier and heavier. The resistance from the Realm of Mind increased, and she felt something was dragging her down. It was her first time to come thus far, so she must be careful. If she got lost, she might be trapped here forever. Valkries would have terminated this expedition and taken a break had she not sensed that the fluctuation she was looking for was getting closer. The entrance should be just around here. So she decided to dive deeper. Hackzord seemed not to be very impressed with her bathing in the Red Mist Pond all day, especially when human beings had not realized that they had successfully transplanted the Birth Tower. On the other hand, Valkries also wanted to know whether the human race had upgraded through the legacy shard. She had never anticipated, however, that the Realm of Mind suddenly quaked while she was trying to find the source of the fluctuation. She felt as if the muddy ground underneath suddenly cracked, sank, and formed a waterfall. She was immediately flushed down before she could realize it. When she woke up again, she found herself in this strange place. Beyond a doubt, this place should be a part of the Realm of Mind, but Valkries was not sure whether it had anything to do with the male human she was searching for. Through the window, Valkries could see a big city outside. Sierried highrises stretched away and disappeared at the end of the horizon, each as tall as the Birth Tower. Some were even taller than the king¡¯s Presiding Holy See. If this was that male human¡¯s territory, Valkries did not understand why he had not noticed the presence of an intruder. The creator should have been omnipotent. Since Valkries was the mortal enemy of the human race, the creator should have taken action by now. If a witch, by accident, trespassed the Presiding Holy See, death would probably be the kindest punishment inflicted upon her. The problem was that if this place had nothing to do with that male, then where was it? When Valkries had sensed the quaver, she had felt the shockwave come from above. She was certain that she was on the right track, unless she had been searching in the wrong direction all along. Valkries pondered for a while but could not find a satisfying explanation, so she put aside these questions. The most important task for her now was to adapt to this new body and find an opportunity to get out of this strange world. Valkries was positive about one thing that this new body was much weaker than her own. The wound on her legs had still not healed up yet, which indicated that she currently had little self-repairing ability. Her Magic Barrier stopped working. Valkries had never been so weak for a long time. She felt as if she had traveled back to the time prior to her upgrade when everybody could cause substantial harm to her. Fortunately, she could still summon magic power, which was an ability quite similar to Extraordinaries¡¯. While Valkries was checking her body, there was a pattering of footsteps outside. The door was then pushed open, and two men entered smilingly. Valkries almosted wanted to throw herself onto them and rip them apart, but she suppressed the urge. This was not the real world! She reminded herself. It appeared that these people had saved her when she had lost consciousness. Perhaps, these people never knew such things as ¡°demons¡±. If she acted recklessly, she would expose herself. ¡°You look pretty well, Miss Valkries,¡± the female said as she lifted one corner of the blanket and examined her plastored legs. ¡°Amazing. No wonder the pillar didn¡¯t wound your bones. You¡¯re a martialist! If I were you, my legs would have been smashed to pieces.¡± ¡°Is this what a doctor should say to her patient?¡± the male said as he glared at the female and then looked toward Valkries. ¡°I¡¯m the doctor in charge here. You can call me Dr. Gao. According to the X-ray, you¡¯ll soon recover. Take a good rest, and I¡¯m sure the injury won¡¯t affect your future contests. If you don¡¯t feel well, please don¡¯t hesitate to tell me.¡± Valkries shook her head. She hardly understood anything Dr. Gao had said, so she resolved to remain silent. Valkries also noticed that these human beings appeared to be pretty friendly to her. She was puzzled as to why these people did not view her as a person of another race. Even if they did not harbor hostility against her, how could they speak to her in such an amicable manner when there was such a drastic difference between the two races? Valkries even noticed that the female was particularly interested in her. Her eyes were glued on her. ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re well,¡± the male named Dr. Gao said as he leafed through the brochure in his hand. ¡°The Association will come to visit the hospital this afternoon, and they¡¯ll also hold a meeting in the evening. I¡¯ve already declined the request to attend the meeting for you. Those people are so insensible! They wanted you to sit the meeting through in your wheelchair! That¡¯s ridiculous! But I can¡¯t stop them from visiting you. This hospital is funded by the Martialist Association, so it¡¯s impossible for me to stop them. You just need to lie in bed.¡± ¡°¡­ Thank you,¡± Valkries said in a way an ordinary man would normally speak in this situation. ¡°You¡¯re welcome,¡± the male said with a smile. ¡°By the way, you must be bored. The Association didn¡¯t send your cell phone here. Do you want to watch TV?¡± Cell phone? TV? What were they? Nonplussed, Valkries did not answer. The doctor took her silence as a yes, so he picked up a square box on the nightstand, pointed it at a blackboard on the wall, and fiddled it. Soon, light escaped from the blackboard! ¡°Now, you take a good rest,¡± Dr. Gao said as he waved his hand and withdrew from the room with the female. Valkries goggled at the screen and almost lost herself. How did they¡­ do this? The image on the blackboard changed. Everything was so lifelike. Valkries would not have been so surprised had the blackboard been a magic artifact, but this object was non-magical. She could not sense any fluctuation of magic power from the blackboard. It took Valkries a while to get used to it. She also discovered that the content of the television had something to do with the little square box. The image would change if she pressed the button on it. If her assumption was correct, these contents might be closely related to this world. This was an effective way to get to know about this world. While Valkries was flipping through channels, she captured one strange word, ¡°the Martialist Association.¡± Based on what the male had told her, she was also a member of the Association, or more precisely, they assumed that she was a member of the Association. She saw a crowded square on the television. The picture was shot from above. Perhaps, someone videotaped the scene with some magic artifact like a Stone of Flight. ¡°This is the third day since the attack at the Prism City. Firefighters are still rescuing members and cleaning up the debris.¡± ¡°The Association has confirmed the death toll. The victims¡¯ identities still remain unknown at this point.¡± ¡°During the whole rescue process, many martialists displayed courage and sense of responsibilities. They went down to the evacuation exits to look for those being trapped. ¡°The Chief Disciple of the Defender Rock, Ms. Lan, was killed in action.¡± ¡°When she entered Exit 4, she was attacked by the Fallen Evils. To protect her peers¡­¡± Valkries did not hear a single word said by the reporter. Her attention was caught by the image on the ¡°blackboard¡±. Valkries was shocked. ¡°Why, why do I see those strange and familiar faces in the Realm of Mind?¡± Wasn¡¯t the Cloud School¡­ already disbanded? Chapter 1235 - The Cloud School Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Valkries shook her head and forced herself to calm down. She was certain that the Cloud School was gone. After their kind occupied the northwest of the Land of Dawn, Valkries visited the mountain where the school used to be situated every 100 years and would stay at the ruins of the school building for a couple of days every time she went there. Because she used to be one of the students in the school. She had learned how to connect to the Realm of Mind and also about human beings on that mountain. Her teacher was the ¡°Transformer¡±, Heathtalese, who was also an Upgraded. Heathtalese was not exceptionally powerful. In fact, she was even weaker than a relatively strong Inferior Demon. Because of this, the clansmen treated her with utter contempt. However, Valkries knew that the upgrade ceremony had nothing to do with fighting capacity. Heathtalese had successfully merged with magic stones three times, and she was a genius Upgraded in every aspect. As her title suggested, the Transformer had obtained the ability to transform after merging with her second magic stone. Hence, she rarely revealed what she truly looked like. Most of time she disguised herself as a human. Since she could speak the human language fluently, many people would think that she was human at first. Lan on the television was the identity she had used most often. Valkries stared at that familiar face, and her thoughts strayed back to 1,000 years ago. Although the woman¡¯s countenance and clothes were slightly different, Valkries was sure it was the same face. If the founders of the Cloud School were aliens among humans, then the ¡°Transformer¡± was an alien among her clan. Heathtalese did not really care about the fighting capacity that her magic stones would afford her, but she had a devouring curiosity about everything unknown. The ¡°Transformer¡± was also the first person that made the initial contact with the Cloud School. At that time, rumors about the Battle of Divine Will had been spread throughout the whole clan, and they had viewed the mankind on the Land of Dawn as their potential enemies. Valkries was very grateful to her first teacher who had taught her so many things. She did not disdain Heathtalese because the latter was not good at fighting. Valkries knew very well that the ¡°Transformer¡± had had a more profound understanding of the Realm of Mind as well as the Origin of Magic than anyone else in the clan. She had written dozens of books, half of which provided guidance to the later generations and helped them go through the upgrade ceremony. She was what human beings called a ¡°mentor¡± for most of the clansmen. In fact, the ¡°Transformer¡± was probably the first person who had made an attempt to merge with four magic stones. Had she succeeded, she would have become the first ¡°Senior Lord¡± of the clan. At that time, there had been very few Inferior Demons, let alone a Senior Lord. Unfortunately, the ¡°Transformer¡± had failed. She had been devoured by her own magic power, without leaving the slightest trace behind her. Valkries remembered that day because she had been right beside the Transformer at that time. She had witnessed how the ¡°Transformer¡± gradually had fallen apart and collapsed. That was also why Valkires felt that the ¡°Lan¡± on the television was a little unfamiliar. She had never seen two people that looked so alike over the past 1,000 years. Valkries had asked the Transformer why she wanted to present herself in this way, for she believed that the face she had created did not belong to any prominent historical figures. Heathtalese¡¯ answer, however, was incomprehensible. She said this was the face of an apostle. As for who the apostle was, the Transformer did not know either. When she dived into the Realm of Mind, she sometimes could feel an entirely different strand of mind. It was whispering, but she had never officially met it. Nevertheless, the Transformer later remembered what it looked like. The Transformer also said that if she could stablize herself in the chaotic Realm of Mind, she would be able to connect to that whispering sound. Unfortunately, she was not powerful enough to do so. Valkries did not understand what that meant at that time, for she had just upgraded and known nothing about the Realm of Mind. In other words, the Transformer was a pioneer in the exploration of the Realm of Mind. The king, as a matter of fact, had not marked out its own territory in the Realm of Mind until the night before the second Battle of Divine Will. Valkries had also asked the king whether he had seen that apostle, but the king denied. Therefore, there could be two possibilities. One was that this world belonged to the apostle ¡°Lan¡±. However, according to the news on the television, Lan was dead. That did not make sense, for the creator of a territory would never die or leave the Realm of Mind. The other was that the Transformer had returned to the Realm of Mind before being devoured by her own magic power and had thereby created her own territory. This theory might explain why the presence of Lan did not raise any suspicions, but it failed to explain the strange surroundings. Valkries had wanted to leave this weird place as soon as possible in the beginning, but now she changed her mind. She was concerned about what the Transformer had said when the latter had failed her fourth upgrade. The Transformer had said that even if they won the Battle of Divine Will, they would not gain the Divine Domain. Valkries wanted to know what had made her mentor say this. Perhaps, this was an opportunity for her to find out the reason. ¡­ Roland yawned as he drove his mini van on the 2nd ring highway. Although he pressed hard on the gas and the engine also roared, he still fell behind from other vehicles. ¡°What¡¯s wrong? You didn¡¯t sleep well?¡± Garcia, who was now sitting in the passenger seat, asked. For some reason, Roland felt that Garcia had become much more polite to him since she had stayed over at his place that night. ¡°It¡¯s my day off. I planned to sleep in. Thanks to the Association, I have to get up early again,¡± Roland complained, unable to help himself. He was very tired after the meeting regarding the immigration policy. As time in the Dream World traveled three times faster than that in the real world, he had decided to take a good rest in his dream. It would not only save him a lot of time but would also give the Taquila witches an opportunity to enjoy themselves. Now, the witches could have fun on their own. Also, apart from entertainment, the ancient witches also shouldered the responsibility of searching for the magic creatures that had appeared during the Erosion. Roland remembered that Lan had told him that the God was watching this world. To eliminate the threat and reach God¡¯s territory, the most effective way was to kill the Fallen Evils and use their power to expand the Dream World. However, the reality was always cruel. Garicia had called him at noon and informed him that he had to visit the survived Association members in the hospital. All the celebrated martialists and the executives would be there. Roland had intended to decline, as he had thought it was simply Garcia¡¯s own idea. He had not anticipated, however, that it was a request from the Association and that the Association had appointed him, a licensed hunter, instead of Garcia. ¡°The Association wants to re-establish confidence in the Prism City after this massive attack,¡± Garcia commented while raising her brows. ¡°I believe what they really plan to do is to hold a conference in the evening.¡± Roland fell silent. It was not enough to calm down the public by just visiting patients. What they needed to do now was to display their power and fight back. In consideration of that, the meeting in the evening must have something do with the magic creatures. This provided Roland with a perfect opportunity to conduct his own search. Chapter 1236 - Striking Similarities Translator: Transn Editor: Transn About 20 minutes later, Roland reached his destination. He looked around but did not find any building that resembled a hospital. Instead, what he saw were several splendid, magnificent modern edifices. ¡°Right here,¡± Garcia said with a nod. ¡°Are you sure?¡± Roland asked a little suspiciously as he drove toward the entrance, and then he noticed a name plate that read, ¡°Green Meadow Sanatorium¡±. ¡°Of course. Everybody was as surprised as you when they first came here.¡± A few burly guards wearing sunglasses and suits soon approached them and surrounded the car. One of them knocked on the window and said, ¡°Sorry, this is a private premise. You can¡¯t park here.¡± Roland twiched his lips. Oi, oi, why was he always treated as crap? He was not here to park the vehicle but to visit patients. What was the problem with driving a mini van? When Roland was about to display his hunting license, Garcia rolled the window down and handed them a card. ¡°It¡¯s a new vehicle, so we haven¡¯t registered it yet. Please register it.¡± The guards was stunned for a moment before they took the card and cast a few suspicious glances at the car. They then returned to the monitoring room. When they came out again, they spoke to them in a completely different manner. ¡°My apology, Miss Garcia. You registered another car before, so we¡­¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it normal to switch a car?¡± Garcia interrupted him politely. ¡°Yes¡­ of course,¡± the guard agreed immediately and then looked at Roland. ¡°May I know who this gentleman¡­¡± ¡°My chauffeur.¡± There was an awkward silence. It was a few minutes later that the chief finally realized his mistake and said, ¡°I see. I¡¯ll add the new license plate for you.¡± A moment later, the gate was open, and Roland released the clutch and shuffled his vehicle into the sanatorium. He could see the incredulous look on those guards¡¯ faces. A martialist who asked her chauffeur to drive a battered mini van¡­ Garcia was probably the most shabby martialist they had ever known. ¡°I thought you never lied.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because you don¡¯t know me,¡± Garcia returned while shrugging. ¡°I¡¯m not that inflexible. It doesn¡¯t hurt to lie a little bit here and there. Plus, you¡¯re a member of the Association. You just haven¡¯t got your identity card yet.¡± ¡°The hunting license doesn¡¯t work?¡± ¡°Licensed hunters should keep their identity confidential, although there are a few exceptions. It¡¯s the total opposite of celebrated martialists.¡± Garcia said solemnly, ¡°The hunting license does show that the Association trusts you, but it also means a high risk. Many licensed martialists who exposed themselves have been besieged by Fallen Evils.¡± This meant that if he revealed his identity as a licensed martialist, many Fallen Evils would come after him. However, for the safety of Zero and other residents in the apartment building, Roland thought he¡¯d be better not do so. After his meeting with Lan, he could not view people in the Dream World as mere fictitious characters anymore. Roland found the sanatorium was well facilitated. It was not very large, but it basically had everything, including a handsome garden, waterfalls and bridges. There were also signs that pointed out the direction to the hot spring, the swimming pool, and the golf court. It was more like a luxurious resort than a santorium. Roland was deeply impressed. Even though he was now the King of Graycastle, he had never thought of building a hospital like this. The hospital building was at the center of the sanatorium. Its shiny, sparkly glass wall reminded Roland of a high-end hotel. Roland and Garcia went into the hall, and soon a brawny man strode up to them. He was around 40, with dark skin, his martialist cloak whipping behind him. Roland immediately sensed his Force of Nature when the martialist was still around 10 meters from him. ¡°This is my master¡¯s master,¡± Garcia said in a low voice and then bowed her head. ¡°Mr. Defender¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry about Lan,¡± Rock said heavily as he slightly crouched down and patted Garcia on the shoulder. ¡°It was my fault.¡± A little downhearted when hearing Lan¡¯s name, Garcia shook her head and said, ¡°This wasn¡¯t your fault, sir. She always said to me that a martialist should devote himself to fighting the Erosion. If he¡¯s scared, he doesn¡¯t deserve to be an Association member.¡± ¡°You¡¯re a good student,¡± Rock sighed. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The invaders will pay for that.¡± ¡°I¡¯m also willing to help fight the Erosion.¡± Rock nodded in approval before he rose and looked toward Roland. ¡°You should be that famous Fallen Evil hunter, Mr. Roland. Nice to meet you. I¡¯m one of the four Defenders of the Prism City, Rock.¡± ¡°Nice to meet you,¡± Roland returned courteously and shook Rock¡¯s hand. ¡°I have to thank you for easing the tention between the traditional and modern martialists,¡± Rock said frankly. ¡°I hope you could still continue to protect this world.¡± ¡°The honor is mine,¡± Roland said resolutely. He could not tolerate anybody that dared to destroy his Dream World. Roland¡¯s promise greatly cheered Garcia up. She was very proud that Roland had finally decided to take some social responsibilities. The visit started at 3:00. There were around 20 people, all led by Rock. Apparently, not all the executives of the Prism City attended this event except a few representatives, including the celebrated martialist Fei Yuhan. If truth be told, Roland was a little afraid of that genius girl. He remembered that during the joint mission last time, he had asked Ling to knock out all the survivors. However, Fei Yuhan overheard their conversation and started to suspect his true identity. Roland had resolved to deny the fact, but to his surprise, Fei Yuhan did not ask him about anything. Yet Roland was certain that she still remembered that incident. Therefore, he managed to keep a distance from Fei Yuhan and remain silent. Fortunately, Fei Yuhan was very popular and was always surrounded by a lot of people, so she did not get a chance to speak to Roland. They shook hands with patients and said a few encourging words. Since Garcia was not with Roland, and he was just a newbie in the Association, few executives knew him. As such, Roland simply followed the others and waited to be introduced. This was probably also the Association¡¯s intention of bringing him here. ¡°The next patient is Valkries,¡± the doctor said as he peered down the list. ¡°She was severely injured. We should have let her rest, but since you¡¯re already here, let¡¯s say hello to her. Please keep quiet after you get in.¡± ¡°We will. We believe that the health of the Association member is the most important,¡± Rock said as he gave a nod of approval and then pushed open the door. There was only one patient in the room. The room was a lot larger than Roland¡¯s apartment and could easily accommodate 20 people. Roland was the last to enter, and he waited to shake hands with her as usual. However, Roland was shocked when he saw her. It was a familiar face. The patient has thin, slender brows, a pair of cold eyes, a tall nose and beautiful lips. It was a beautiful and delicate face, even though her skin was blue. In fact, she looked even more attractive with pale blue skin. For quite a while, Roland stood rooted the ground. Then, he started to search his memories. He remembered the memory fragment in the apartment building. It recorded an upgrade ceremony held in a demon¡¯s city, and the host was exactly this Valkries! Roland had almost thought that the Senior Demon had infiltrated the Dream World and invaded this world through the memory fragment! Shocked and dismayed, Roland studied the patient attentively and then found that she was a little different from the person he remembered. The biggest difference was that the patient in front of him did not have a third eye on her forehead. Chapter 1237 - Observation Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland was positive that the Senior Demon he remembered was, at that time, standing on a platform and teaching two upgraded demons fighting techniques. Her white muslin clothes swirling behind her formed a glaring contrast with the churning Red Mist pond down below, and her third eye on the forehead was glistening. He would never forget such an incredible scene. Although the patient did not have that distinctive third eye, she, for some reason, resembled that Senior Demon. Roland was thus aroused by this demon martialist named ¡°Valkries¡±. When it was his turn to shake hands, Roland did not leave immediately but stopped at her bedside. ¡°Are you living the in the modular apartment?¡± Everyone, who was about to withdraw from the room, was all taken back as Roland spoke. Valkries remained expressionless. After a moment of reflection, she shook her head. Roland remembered that the female demon was actually a lot older than Zero, so she should not be one of Zero¡¯s captures. ¡°Do you have a twin sister by any chance, or someone who looks like you?¡± Roland pursued as he pointed at his own forehead. ¡°For example, someone with an eye on her forehead?¡± The crowd was stirred. The Defender coughed in embarrassment and reminded promptly, ¡°Mr. Roland.¡± ¡°Just a minute,¡± Roland said as he waved his hand. ¡°You just reminded me of someone I know.¡± Valkries spoke in the same indifferent manner, ¡°No.¡± ¡°How could that be possible? I¡¯ve never seen anyone on the Cargarde Peninsula who has a third eye,¡± someone mumbled. ¡°There are people who have three fingers though.¡± ¡°Alright¡­¡± Roland conceded but suddenly burst out boldly, ¡°Charita!¡± Valkries, however, did not respond at all as though still in a daze. If Valkries was a demon from the other world, she should have understood the demon language and had some reaction. It appeared that she really had nothing to do with that Senior Demon Roland knew. Roland shrugged, extended out his right hand and said, ¡°I hope you feel better soon, return to the Association, and fight the Erosion together.¡± She hesitated for a second and slowly stretched out her hand. The moment the two hands touched each other, Roland could not help uttering a surprised exclamation. The Defender asked a little irritably, ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°Her hand is so cold¡­ and a little wet as well.¡± The onlookers gaffawed. Roland could hear them comment derisively under their breath. ¡°Frivolous.¡± ¡°Why did they pick such a brainless young man as the representative of the traditional martialists?¡± ¡°There, there. The patient needs some rest. Let¡¯s visit the next one,¡± the doctor said while shaking his head. ¡°What a mess¡­¡± Roland shrugged. As the creator of the Dream World, he did not really care about what other people thought of him. Since he could not get anything out of Valkries, there was no point in continuing to stay here. He thus cast Valkries one last glance and left the room. ¡­ Valkries was still in a shock after everyone left. She had just experienced the most difficult 15 minutes in her life. She had never thought that one day, she would exercise all her effort just to keep her face straight. It had almost cost all her energy. When that man came up to her, Valkries felt all her blood within freeze. She would never forget that person. In the memory of the Silent Disaster, she had seen the exact same person stand on the other side of the legacy shard, watching the Silent Disaster being besieged by tentacles. She had not only been watching but also experiencing it herself. Therefore, she had also been somewhat affected by the Silent Disaster¡¯s emotions. As Valkries had also been quite shocked and flustered at that time, she immediately associated Roland with the man in the Silent Disaster¡¯s memory when she saw him. Her previous assumptions were all wrong, and she had to admit that there was a third possibility. The quaver of the Realm of Mind told her something. She had been on the right track, and this world was created by that man. In other words, Roland was the creator of this territory. Had she met Roland in the real world, she would have immediately killed him. Like most of the upgraded demons, Valkries also possessed extraordinary fighting capacity. No matter how powerful Roland was, she would make every effort to finish him. Nevertheless, things were a little different in the Realm of Mind. According to the king, nobody could kill him in his own territory. The king was an omnipotent and omnscient sort of existence that was almost like God to her. The king could be exaggerating, but Valkries did not dare take a chance. She knew very well that she could encounter something worse than death. If Roland also had the ability to probe into her memories, the information she knew may jeopardize her entire clan. Therefore, she must be extra cautious when dealing with such a tough enemy. Fortunately, eveything was still uncertain. Valkries could tell that Roland was also in the process of figuring out her true identity. He did not have terrifying perspicacity like the king. Valkries was dimly aware that Roland had seen her somewhere. Although she did not know how, his act of demeanor told her that he remembered her. Most likely he had met her in the other world. Otherwise, he would not have asked her whether she had seen anybody with a third eye. The third eye on her forehead was actually the magic stone she had obtained during her third upgrade. Also, the word ¡°charita¡± meant ¡°hero¡± in the ancient language. Valkries stretched out her hand and studied it up and down. She thought of the moment Roland had touched her hand. Her breath had almost stopped when Roland had uttered the exclamation. Luckily, she had successfully fooled him. Valkries still remembered the purpose of this trip. It was not only a challenge but also an opportunity. She had easily found the key person in the human race. As a male, he had inherited the legacy shard and also repelled the Silent Disaster with his mind. Beyond a doubt, this man possessed a lot of information that the clan did not know. She must get to the bare truth of it. Valkries was sure that this man created this world to achieve something, just as the king created the Presiding Holy See to better manage his subordinates. She sniffed conspiracies here from the words ¡°Fallen Evils¡±, ¡°fight¡± and ¡°Erosion¡±. Therefore, she must figure out what kind of schemes this man was planning in the Realm of Mind. The conference that the doctor had mentioned might provide her a glimpse of what was going on. Valkries clenched her fist at this thought. Roland¡­ right? Now, I remember you! Chapter 1238 - An Army of One Person Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The conference was held in the hall of the sanatorium. Almost all of the professional martial artists were invited. However, Roland noticed that there were only about 300 people attending the meeting, which was significantly lower than the number registered in the Prism City. Apart from those who were injured or killed during the battle, some people had cold feet after the massive outbreak of the ¡°Erosion¡±. They were probably amateur martial artists who had recently joined the Association. Garcia denounced such cowardice and believed that it was an insult to their awakened Forces of Nature. Those people would pay for their cravenness when the Fallen Evils completely overpowered human beings. Roland consoled Garcia, but he knew the Martial Artist Association was a relatively loose organization. In a modern society like the Dream World, the Martial Artist Association had no authority to bind the martial artists and ask them to tag along. Roland had anticipated what direction this meeting would go into. The Defender, Rock, briefly explained the current dilemma the Association was facing. After the attack at the Prism City, more Fallen Evils attacked the Awakened. Although there was no solid evidence at this point, it appeared that the new enemy that appeared in the Erosion had the ability to control Fallen Evils. This meant that the war would enter a new stage. The Martial Artist Association would organize people and repel the Fallen Evils more systematically. In the meantime, the Fallen Evils had also come up with plans to kill martial artists. The situation for human beings was now very critical. Rock thus suggested that all the martial artists, both official members and newbies, should stay here in this sanatorium until order was re-established in the Prism City, as the sanatorium would afford some protection from their enemies. He also expressed his wish that all the invited martial artists should realize the precarious condition they were currently in and united to fight this battle together. This was a perfect way to raise the morale among the martial artists. Roland believed that once this information spread, some hesitant amateur martial artists would probably return to the Association. Whether or not all the people came back depended on the outcome of the battle. If the Fallen Evils outstripped the Association, more people would probably choose to flee. It was extremely difficult to re-establish confidence. As Roland had expected, Rock started to discuss the countermeasure. One strategy was to send for the martial artists from other cities to solve Prism City¡¯s lack of manpower. Secondly, the Martial Artist Contest should continue, in order to attract more Fallen Evils. The government and the executives of the Association had already approved this plan. Once the enemy appeared, they would face the wrath of the Defender and the martial artists. Thirdly, the Association would set up a patrol team to prevent the Fallen Evils from attacking innocent citizens. Therefore, the martial artists would be divided into several groups, each of which being responsible for defending one area. In this way, they could immediately support each other in the event of an emergency and could also besiege the enemy once they received information from the intelligence agency. The preliminary counterattack plan was quite conservative, considering that they lacked sufficient information. The leader of each group could select their own team members, and a heated discussion immediately swept over the hall. Roland did not want to be assigned to any team. In a sense, he himself was an army, and he did not want anyone to interfere with his magic core collection plan. Fortunately, few people in the Association knew him, so nobody asked him to join their team. Until Fei Yuhan walked up to him and offered an invitation. In fact, as the most popular martial artists, Fei Yuhan only invited two people. But Roland turned her down without the slightest hesitation. Everyone dropped their jaws, including Garcia. She asked Roland to think it over. It appeared that even self-disciplined Garcia spoke highly of this girl. It took Roland a while to convince Garcia that he¡¯d be better off fighting alone. The best proof was his previous feats and his hunting license. The only thing that Roland was concerned about was that the other person Fei Yuhan invited was the demon martial artist, Valkries. It was 10:00 PM when Roland returned to his apartment. After Zero went to bed, Roland entered the second floor of the Rose Caf¨¦ through the side door of the warehouse. More than 50 Taquila ancient witches bowed to him and paid him the highest respect. This was the first time that so many witches had come to the Dream World. The room was packed. Back in the Union age, a team of 50 combat witches would have been sufficient to conduct a small battle. ¡°Any luck?¡± Roland looked toward Faldi. ¡°Yes, the flies released by the Bug Nest sensed a few disappearing magic reactions,¡± Faldi replied as she scrolled down the cell phone screen and showed Roland the map. She was not used to using the digital map, but somehow she managed it. ¡°Normally, this indicates that there are God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation around there, or that our target can hide its magic power. If neither of the two applies, then it would mean that the target is dead.¡± ¡°But there¡¯s no God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation in the Dream World, and the Force of Nature isn¡¯t as diverse as witches¡¯ abilities,¡± Roland said. ¡°That¡¯s right. So we assume that the Fallen Evils fought with the awakened martial artists. Somebody died and their cores were taken away,¡± Faldi replied while nodding. ¡°Based on the direction of the magic reaction, they probably went here ¡ª ¡± She pointed at a pier on the inner river. It appeared that the river bank was always the first choice of locations to commit a crime. ¡°Since my flies can¡¯t go that far, I contacted Ling for further investigation. She told me an hour ago that she found many Fallen Evils.¡± ¡°Well done,¡± Roland said with a faint smile. This was the reason he did not need the support of the Association. The Taquila witches could locate the enemies and kill them on their own. ¡°I believe that you¡¯re all ready.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please issue your command,¡± the witches chorused. Their morale was high after they had had a good time during the day. For them, fighting was another way to savor their past. In addition to enjoying food, using magic was extremely joyous for them. ¡°Everyone, ready, go!¡± Roland ordered briskly. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Chapter 1239 - Two Options Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Updated by BOXNOVEL.COM The port was only around 15 kilometers from the apartment. To avoid unwelcome attention, all the witches dispersed and headed in different directions. Roland was the last to set off. He drove his shabby mini van out of the residential area, with Phyllis and Faldi sitting at the rear. He had upgraded their equipment after the joint mission organized by the Martial Artist Association. Although the equipment was not as advanced as that distributed by the Association, the appliances he had bought from the market were also quite a good alternative. The walkie-talkies he had bought from the website were equipped with bluetooth microphones, which enabled the witches to communicate with each other within five kilometers. In reality, however, due to the interference of surrounding buildings and the complicated electromagnetic field, the communication was only effective when the witches were no more than two kilometers from each other. Since the speakers were less than 200 Yuan, and he could receive a discount if he placed a bulk order, Roland decided to equip each of the ancient witches with a walkie-talkie. At least, the walkie-talkie was more convenient than a cell phone, and it attracted less attention of passers-by. Roland often saw in a movie where an unexpected call jeopardized the whole mission. He felt it not only stupid but also unrealistic. He definitely did not want to make the same mistake. Faldi, who had the ability to track people down, naturally became the key liaison person. ¡°Your Majesty, Betty¡¯s team has reached the port and met up with Ling.¡± ¡°Ask them to hide themselves first until the rest of the team arrive,¡± Roland said without looking backward. ¡°OK. Dawnen¡¯s team is still on the way and they¡¯ll be there in five minutes, but she doesn¡¯t have much money.¡± ¡°Um¡­ ask them who has extra to give to Dawnen.¡± ¡°Hold on. Dawnen says that the driver has overheard their conversation and agreed to give them a ride for free.¡± ¡°Alright then¡­¡± Roland said as he rolled his eyes. Why did nobody give him a free ride? Five seconds after Faldi hung up, Roland¡¯s phone rang again. ¡°Your Majesty, Twinkle says she has to take a detour. It looks like that she¡¯s not going to the port.¡± Roland frowned and asked, ¡°Where is she?¡± Before he finished, the phone was hung up abruptly, and Roland heard a loud bang on the other end of the line. Then there was a series of noises. Everything fell silent afterwards. Roland massaged his temple and said, ¡°Well¡­ ask her to take another taxi. Remember to avoid the surveillance camera.¡± ¡°Got it, Your Majesty,¡± Faldi promised. Around an hour later, all the witches reached the port. The team that arrived first had already started to eat sunflower seeds. Fortunately, the Fallen Evils had used the port as their temporary headquarters and did not notice the presence of the witches. They would have probably fled had this been a running fight. Roland suddenly had an urge to purchase more mini vans to avoid such embarrassment. He cleared his throat and asked Ling, ¡°What are the Fallen Evils doing?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, the Fallen Evils are all in the loading area. There are more than 30 of them. Some of their scouts are on the iron boxes outside. We could easily pass them unnoticed under Dawnen¡¯s Veil of Invisibility. The lighting condition is pretty good in the area close to the inner river. I didn¡¯t want to get too close to it, so I just took a look at the distance. Most of the Fallen Evils are there, but they could go anywhere. If we fight, I can¡¯t guarantee that we could capture every one of them.¡± Ling¡¯s ability was to be fused with shadows, and she could hide herself perfectly at night just like Nightingale. In other words, she was the best scout. Roland said thoughtfully, ¡°Well, in that case, let¡¯s lure them out and kill them. Entice them away from the river bank so that they can¡¯t flee by water, and then we can surround them.¡± ¡°It seems feasible in theory, but how to lure them away?¡± Phyllis asked. Roland smiled and pointed at himself. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that the Fallen Evils are attacking martial artists. They have no reason to let me go.¡± After all the witches disappeared in the darkness, Roland revealed himself and strolled to the dump site, as though he was simply a resident who happened to be having a walk here. The dump site was dead quiet. The pattering of his footsteps and the humming of insects with which the silence teemed, became extremely audible. Piles of boxes loomed against the soft glow of yellow lights. It appeared that nobody would come to this deep, desolate labyrinth of boxes at this hour. Dawnen reminded the rest of the team over the cheap walk-talkie that there were a few Fallen Evils lurking at the port. Apparently, the scouts of the Fallen Evils noticed Roland¡¯s Force of Nature and notified their peers. To Roland¡¯s surprise, the Fallen Evils did not attack him immediatley but watched him amble around the port for a few minutes. Then, suddenly, the whole port area was as bright as day when the lights at the dump site were turned on! In the blinding light, Roland saw a dozen people slowly reveal themselves from the shadow. After his eyes were adapted to the dazzling light, he found himself surrounded by the Fallen Evils. The man, who appeared to be the leader, was wearing a mask with strange patterns on it. He stood out from all the other Fallen Evils. Roland noticed that his mask looked like a gate that was about to burst open. There were also two men standing next to the leader, who did not look like ordinary Fallen Evils, for their eyes had yet slid out of focus, and they were wearing the clothes distributed by the Martial Artist Association. ¡°Good evening, poor man,¡± the leader said in a surprisingly polite tone. ¡°I don¡¯t know what brought you here, but you should know that you have no chance to escape. Rather than waste your time and energy, I would recommend you to first listen to me.¡± Roland looked around and saw that there were Fallen Evils in all directions. ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid. I don¡¯t want to kill you. On the contrary, this may be a very rare opportunity. I just came to this world and I need your help,¡± the man said as he extended out his hands. ¡°Don¡¯t refuse it right away. Please let me introduce myself. I¡¯m the ambassador of God, Alpha, from what you call the ¡®Erosion¡¯.¡± Roland should have pretended to be frightened so that they would put their guard down. However, for some reason, Roland had an urge to punch the man in his face and shatter his triumphant, courteous smile. ¡°So, you¡¯re the monster that invaded the Prism City?¡± ¡°Invasion isn¡¯t the exact word, because this place belongs to God,¡± Alpha said placidly. ¡°Now it¡¯s time to return it. Look, lost man, the so-called martial artists will eventually be defeated and return to nothingness. It¡¯s more advisable to pledge fealty to God.¡± ¡°I know it¡¯s hard for you to understand now. We have plenty of time to discuss the true nature of this world. I can show you the benefit you could possibly gain from this deal, apart from those empty promises. I can show you power,¡± the man said while sticking out one finger. Soon, a flicker of red light ignited his fingertip, and Roland sensed a great fluctuation of magic power. ¡°I can give this power to you, and you¡¯ll become much more powerful.¡± ¡°Mr. Apostle isn¡¯t lying,¡± two men beside the leader rejoined. ¡°We were just awakened, and now we feel that we have tons of energy!¡± ¡°And you won¡¯t lose your mind either like those Fallen Evils.¡± ¡°What if I decline?¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll have to turn you into one of those monsters. Although they¡¯re relatively weak, they obey me,¡± Alpha threatened while shrugging. ¡°You can choose between the truth and power and being reduced to an unconscious monster that has an insatiable desire for the Force of Nature. You know which one is a better choice.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, everyone is ready,¡± Faldi whispered over the walkie-talkie. Roland twitched his lips and said, ¡°Then let me tell you what the true nature of this world is. I create this world, and I won¡¯t give it to anyone. So, you have two options. One is that you give me your cores and die here. The other is that I kill you, and it¡¯ll take me some extra time to collect your cores. Which one do you choose?¡± ¡°Stupid man!¡± the martial artists who had betrayed the Association hollered. ¡°You can kill us just by yourself?¡± ¡°No, haven¡¯t you noticed that you¡¯ve been surrounded?¡± Roland said and snapped his fingers. ¡°Kill them.¡± Chapter 1240 - The Witches War Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Huh? Surrounded? Stop acting. Sir Alpha can sense every single fluctuation of the Force of Nature ¡ª ¡± Before the martial artists could finish, a flying box hit him right in the nose. He was thrown into the air and flew backwards, and he stopped dead. Another traitor gaped at the witches who came out all of a sudden from all directions. Some came down from the sky and some from underneath, but most of them just came out of nowhere, as though they had been waiting for them for quite a long time. This did not make any sense. Those women were no more than 10 meters from him. Even if they did not possess the Force of Nature, he should have heard their breath and footsteps! Why did the scout not alarm him beforehand? But he had no time to think it over. Instantly, the two parties started to fight. The quiet port was stirred. Ling was hiding in the shadow. Light and shadow always came hand in hand. Although the dump site was lit by the street lights, the shadow cast by the boxes created a perfect hiding spot for her. She had nailed her target already. Those Fallen Evils at the highpoint, which cast a long shadow on the ground and were fused with the darkness, gave her a perfect opportunity to launch an attack. If someone took a peek at Ling from behind, he would be totally shocked. Ling¡¯s body had merged into the shadow in the entirety, with only half of her head poking out. Several bubbles escaped from her nostrils silently. Ling liked submerging into shadows. It was a warmer and more comfortable sensation than bathing in a hot spring. She had thought that she would never be able to have this pleasure again after turning into a God¡¯s Punishment Witch, until Phyllis had informed her of this incredible world a year ago. It was a world of wonder that could bring her back to the past. Ling had fallen in love with this world the first time she had visited it. King Roland had transformed from a mortal with a strong personality into the Chosen One, whose authority could not be challenged, despite that he could not activate the instrument. Ling, Pasha and Celine always nagged Roland to take them to the Dream World. Ling had also persuaded Roland to pick her as the guardian of the three witches who were sent to school. Ling knew that she had demons to kill, but it did not hurt to relax herself every now and then. Anyone who attempted to cause His Majesty harm or destroy the Dream World was deemed as the mortal enemy of the Taquila witches. As soon as the command was issued, Ling rose out of the shadow like a ghost and dived a dagger into one Fallen Evil¡¯s chest. Ordinary weapons could not fatally wound a Fallen Evil. Therefore, she had to also inject magic power into it. Ling could feel the Fallen Evil¡¯s energy become unstable. It seemed that the two powers were interfering with each other. This proved His Majesty¡¯s theory in a way: the Force of Nature and magic power were essentially the same thing. They were both from the ¡°Erosion¡±. Ling would only need to take out the corrupted core before the Fallen Evil collapsed into a pulp. The moment that Fallen Evil fell, Ling flew several meters, passed a few boxes, and landed behind another Fallen Evil. The fight was fierce below. Soon, she eradicated all the scouts. Ling stood on the highest point of the dump site and watched the battle from above. All the witches were as powerful as 400 years ago. In fact, they became even faster after receiving intense training after becoming God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Nevertheless, Ling was more pleased with the high morale than their progress in fighting skills. Betty¡¯s immense strength made her temporarily a Transcendent. She held an iron box single-handed and pushed her way through a group of Fallen Evils. Twinkle and Phyllis were still the best partners. Every time Twinkle blinded their enemies with her ability, Phyllis¡¯ Blade Claws would reach the vital parts of the enemy¡¯s body. Dawnen and Rother also did a wonderful job. Ling thought of the fierce battle back in Taquila age. She cast a glance at Roland. Perhaps, Roland did not even realize that the Dream World did not only provide the witches with mundane pleasures but also alleviated their stress. They had gone through the darkest time of their life in the several hundred years after the fall of the three Holy Cities and the collapse of the Union. Everybody invested all their strength in adapting to their new bodies. The loss of sensations made them gradually forget about life enjoyment. Since they had no clues as to who the Chosen one was, everyone was stressed out. Even though they could switch bodies, their morale decreased every day. Ling had even doubted, at that time, that they would die of pressure rather than be killed by demons. But the teeming Third Border City injected new hopes into them. They started to discuss which restaurant had the best take-out food, and the lost past gradually came back to them. Even if there were no Dream World, they would still be able to enjoy their life. This was so different from hundreds of years ago. Ling knew all the other witches felt the same way, and that was why they had such a high morale. They could not tolerate any Erosions in the Dream World. She thus leaped into the air, jumped right onto one Fallen Evils, and joined the battle. The moment Betty threw out the box, Roland dashed forward and struck the leader. Based on his past experience, Roland knew that it was very difficult to deal with the red and black area and the black tentacles generated by the magic creature. Even witches would find a hard time getting rid of them. However, the magic creature could not do any harm to Roland. As long as Roland held the leader back, the witches would finish the rest of the enemies off. As Roland had expected, Alpha could not escape from his clutch, and his contemptuous tone changed. ¡°You¡ª¡± ¡°I told you that I¡¯m the creator,¡± Roland cut cross him, leaving him no chance to argue. He had already known what the leader was going to say. ¡°I don¡¯t care whether you¡¯re an Apostle or not. I don¡¯t give it a damn!¡± Roland pushed the man down to the ground and punched him in the face over and over again while mumbling furiously under his breath, until the man¡¯s mask cracked and revealed the astrolabe underneath. The man¡¯s face was the core. Roland pulled out the astrolabe immediately. In a split second, the energy within him erupted from his palm and turned into a dazzling light beam that surrounded the astrolobe. As though attracted by the light beam, the cores of the Fallen Evils all fell off and splintered into thousands of glitters that gradually converged and lit the dark sky. Roland, once again, felt that this world was changing. However, this was not the end. The light beam became increasingly brighter and finally enveloped him! Roland felt that something was swarming into his head. An excruciating pain seared through him, and he almost lost his consciousness. His vision blurred, and everything in front of him was reduced to a snow screen that he usually saw on the television in 70s. He then heard hissing noises. On the static noise screen, Roland saw a large pit. Chapter 1241 - Gods Eye Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Roland tried to speak or move his body, but he was completely paralyzed. Several pictures fleeted in front of him. Numerous black dots paced back and forth around the pit like ants on the move. Slowly, a platform rose. However, compared to the giant pit, the platform was incredibly small like a mound of earth. To Roland¡¯s surprise, he had seen buildings of the same material before. He had seen them on the mural in the Temple of the Cursed. Roland zoomed in ¡°screen¡± with his mind, and the noises grew louder. The black dots turned into wriggly creatures, which were exactly the main character on the mural, the radiation clan. He suddenly remembered that this was exactly what the mural depicted. A dozen radiation clansmen ascended the platform while holding the God¡¯s Relic. They encircled the platform, their bodies contracting and expanding alternatively, as if they were holding a kind of ceremony. Below the platform were thousands of Match Men, who were pushed into the fathomless pit before the celebrating Radiation Clan. The last piece of the Relic was inserted, and the transparent crystal became complete. It emanated a dazzling glow and drifted toward the pit. Then it plunged and disappeared from the sight. Roland suddenly realized that this was probably what Lan called the ¡°Bottomless Land¡±. But this was just the beginning. Roland¡¯s eye widened as he beheld the following scene. An orange light beam erupted from the pit and soared into the air. This was exactly what the ancient witches had described as the strange phenomenon upon entering the Dream World, but the light beam was much more intense. A ¡°Bloody Moon¡± hung in the sky right across where the Erosion took place. For a split moment, the Heaven and Earth were connected, and Roland realized that the entrances to the so-called Bottomless Land and the Erosion were simply the two ends of the light beam. The Radiation Clan swarmed toward the pit as flying moths darted into the fire. But they did not plummet into the abyss. Instead, they drifted off as if supported by something and rose to the sky. In an instant, there were innumerable black dots around the light beam. Is this¡­ the upgrade of a civilization? Clouds scudded across the black dots and the light beam. Watching those black dots enter a new realm, Roland felt the whole upgrade process extraordinary. Nevertheless, a deep sigh interrupted his train of thought. The voice reverberated across his head, so clear that Roland was positive that it was not an illusion. Then time became seemingly faster, and the pixels on the ¡°screen¡± became denser. The image changed drastically. Roland saw a few cities and towns dotted around the pit. Apparently, not all the members of the Radiation Clan were willing to enter the new world. Some preferred to stay. Probably, they feared the sky and the unknown adventure ahead of them. Roland did not know. He only saw several black dots disappear into the passage that connected the Heaven and Earth, like those legendary, audacious adventurers who set off for their journey. They looked, however, extremely lonely since most of their clansmen were already gone. Now, the light beam dimmed. In the end, it flickered and then vanished. The noise screen again occupied Roland¡¯s vision, which marked the end of the story. Roland speculated that peace would be restored eventually. The legend of the road to Heaven would become a part of the history of the Radiation Clan, a written record for future reference. Perhaps, someone else would come to seek the pit and look for the upgrade method to reach God, but this would be something many years later. When Roland thought that this was the end, a ¡°towering wall¡± suddenly appeared at the end of the horizon. At first, he had thought it was an illusion, since the ¡°noise screen¡± blocked his vision. However, when the ¡°wall¡± approached the pit gradually, he finally saw what that was. A huge wave taller than the Impassable Mountain Range pressed in and submerged the little towns below instantly. The wave was so high that the top of it almost reached the clouds in the sky. Sun rays glazed off the wave and formed a new horizon. Roland could imagine how desperate the Radiation Clan were when they saw such a horrific scene. But the disaster did not stop here. After the tsunami, volcanos at the distance suddenly erupted. Ashes were sent flying in all directions and dimmed the sunlight. Thunderbolts cracked through the air. Then there came heavy rain and harsh winter. The geographical movement became, unprecedentedly, active. After several major disastrous transformations, the world had transformed into an entirely different look. The screen started to hiss again. The image distorted, and the pixels almost filled out the whole ¡°screen¡±. Before the scene vanished, Roland saw the glacier melt, and a green plant break through the soil and sprout. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°Your Majesty, are you alright?¡± Someone shook Roland and looked at him apprehensively. His eyes snapped open, and the pixels disappeared. He found himself again in the port area. ¡°All¡­ done?¡± Roland mumbled as he studied his palm. Phyllis thought Roland was asking her, so she said, ¡°Yes, we killed all of them. Not a single one fled. Their magic cores also disappeared a few minutes later. You stood rooted here like you¡¯ve fallen asleep. Your Majesty, are you really OK?¡± Roland was not sure whether he was alright or not. All he had seen a moment ago did not seem like an illusion, for he could remembered all of them. They were more like some extra memories coming out from nowhere. In addition, he felt extremely exhausted, as though he had lived thousands of years in just a few minutes. He somehow understood that sigh. Roland thought of Lan¡¯s words. ¡°The truth is always what you understand.¡± Was this¡­ the last of the Battle of Divine Will? Roland took a deep breath and said, ¡°I¡¯m fine. I just saw some strange phenomena.¡± ¡°Strange phenomena?¡± Phyllis echoed while blinking. ¡°This isn¡¯t the time to say this, Your Majesty. The light beam just now almost lit half of the port and should have attracted a lot of attention. We must go. Otherwise, the Association will notice us.¡± ¡°Got it. Let¡¯s head back the way we came,¡± Roland agreed with a nod. Roland was not sure whether those were the Apostle¡¯s memories or something else, but he believed that one day, he would find the answer to these questions. And Roland believed that day would come soon. Chapter 1242 - Departure from the Northernmost Port Translator: Transn Editor: Transn At the Northernmost Port in the Kingdom of Everwinter. ¡°Don¡¯t push. Stand in line!¡± ¡°Abandon the luggage! The King of Graycastle will provide you with sufficient food and clothes. If you want to survive, throw your luggage into the water!¡± ¡°Hurry up! Ladies and children first!¡± The port was filled with refugees who were swarming toward the ships. Had the First Army and the lord¡¯s guards not maintained the order, those refugees would have probably trodded on each other to board the ships. ¡°Captain, we probably¡­ can¡¯t accommodate so many refugees,¡± the chief guard said apprehensively as he looked backwards at the ships packed with refugees that were now slowly departing from the port. ¡°It¡¯s very brave of them to come to the Northernmost Port at this time of year,¡± Uncle Sang commented as he gazed at the front. Within three to four days, the Red Mist had spread out from the crest of the Impassable Mountain Range. The sky was awash with a crimson color, which cast a shadow over everybody¡¯s heart. ¡°Captain¡­ save a spot for me,¡± someone muttered. Uncle Sang said with a smile, ¡°If Nail asked me, I would definitely save a spot for him, even if that means I have to get off the ship.¡± Over half a month ago, they had received instructions to leave the Hermes Plateau for the city at the far north of the Kingdom of Everwinter to carry out the immigration compaign. Compared to defend the Holy City, Nail preferred this task a lot better. He felt more relaxed after taking this mission and also became more communicative during the voyage. As soon as he reached the Northernmost Port, he started the campaign. They were not the first Graycastle men that arrived at the Kingdom of Everwinter. Many of his colleagues had visited the kingdom and evacuated the cities ahead of time. The evacuation work did not go very well at first until the Bloody Moon emerged. Rumors were circulated among the community that the ¡°Bloody Moon¡± represented the end of the world. Therefore, when local residents saw the crimson moon in the sky, they were terrified and immediatley asked the soldiers stationed there to get them out of the city. Unfortunately, the situation turned for the worse. Four or five days later, they were informed of the presence of the Red mist. On the same day, the First Army encountered demons. They did know the outcome of the battle, but the advance team started to retreat to the south, and Nail¡¯s team also received instructions to retreat to the next port. In the meantime, there was a huge increase in the number of refugees. Hundreds of thousands of people rushed to the Northernmost Port every day and asked the soldiers to take them away. Nail could not ignore their pleading, so he asked his men to build up a defensive line while at the same time asking the army at the rear to send him more ships via the carrier pigeon. Because of this, their retreat plan was delayed for several days. Uncle Sang knew that once the news of the Red Mist was spread out, fewer ships would come to the north. Those Chambers of Commerce retained by His Majesty would not risk their own lives to carry out the mission. They would probably, very reluctantly, agree to sail out, but they would never reach here. These were probably the last ships that came to rescue. Nail had foreseen that this would happen beforehand, so he had asked his team members to prepare some explosives in advance. They could not only ignite the explosives in the event of an attack from the demons but could also destroy the equipment on the ship that was not easy to take away to prevent the demons from obtaining these technologies. ¡°Captain, there¡¯s smoke at the front!¡± someone shouted. ¡°Again?¡± Uncle Sang said. ¡°Everybody, man your post!¡± Shortstaffed, with no witch scouts to help them, they had to rely on the traditional means of communication to deliver messages. This was not the first time that the demons had visited the Northernmost Port. There were actually a few demons¡¯ bodies outside the town. According to the manual distributed by the management team, these demons were mostly Mad Demons. Although the enemies were scattered around and appeared not to be very powerful, it did indicate that the demons had set foot on the Kingdom of Everwinter and that they were slowly approaching as the Red Mist permeated. As a troop that had been stationed at Hermes ever since the battle at the Coldwind Ridge, Nail¡¯s unit did not participate in the Taquila battle. Although Uncle Sang had told him a lot about the war, this was, essentially, his first time to confront the demons. After several fights, Nail concluded that as long as the Mad Demons were more than 200 meters from the defensive line, they were easier to deal with than the church¡¯s God¡¯s Punishment Warriors. Uncle Sang was not too worried about the beacon. Instead, he was more concerned about Nail¡¯s decision. Without a doubt, it was impossible to take all the refugees away with only two ships. What would the captain do with the people left behind? Would he abandon them to their fate or take them to the south? Just then, he saw a Mad Demon outside the barbed wire erected on the street. Uncle Sang frowned. Like most of the port cities, the Northernmost Port did not have a city wall. Therefore, they had built the defensive line at the dock. Apart from refugees, all the residents were gone. Naturally, the city attracted demons. However, to Uncle Sang¡¯s dismay, the scouts were gone, too. Technically, they should have retreated after seeing the beacon and returned to the defensive line faster than the enemies. Gradually, more Mad Demons appeared and swarmed toward the dock. ¡°Fire!¡± The two machine gun squads opened fire together, and shells rained down at the demons. The demons were swift too. They immediately took refuge in the buildings nearby. After the dust and smoke dissipated, there were only two bodies left on the barbed wire. Gun shots soon rented the air. Apparently, the sniper team opened fire at the demons who lurked on the roof. This was their military tactic. Considering that they did not have a broad view in the urban area, they had set up many obstacles over the past week. The soldiers had blocked most of the streets and alleys with garbage and property debris. These obstacles could not completely stop the demons but could hold them back. If the demons did not want to waste their time on removing obstacles and clearing the road, they would have to confront the machine gun squads directly. Then, they would face a bitter and ferocious fight. Since there were not many demons, Uncle Sang did not think that the demons would dart to the front and spear. The demons should have retreated considering they were outnumbered. However, they were sticking to this hide-and-seek game, as if they intended to exhaust the First Army¡¯s ammunition. The demons today were apparently more persistent than those a few days ago. It seemed that they had a lot of war experience. Uncle Sang sneered. Had the God¡¯s Punishment Army been so persistent, they would have had a difficult time. Nevertheless, the First Army was now better equipped. They had 100 soldiers, four Mark I Machine Guns, and ammunition that could last at least one day. Uncle Sang was sure that the demons would end up dying here if things continued like that. However, the situation suddenly changed. With a loud bang, dust was stirred up in the residential area in the north of the dock. A huge armored monster broke through the stone walls and rose on its rear from the debris. ¡°Spider Demon?¡± a soldier asked in surprise. ¡°Load the anti-demon grenade!¡± Uncle Sang¡¯s heart sank. The manual did mention a type of demon that resembled a spider. However, this demon was a little different from the Spider Demon he knew. Its limbs were covered with much thicker black stones that almost took up half of its body. Chapter 1243 - Rescue Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Two soldiers immediately approached the new enemy and fired the anti-demon grenade. Two strands of smoke shot toward the gigantic Spider Demon from behind the bunk. They could not miss such a large target. Uncle Sang¡¯s heart leaped to his throat as he watched the trajectories of the two shells. For some reason, he had an undefined feeling that the thick armor the demon was wearing was not that easy to deal with. He was right. One grenade hit the target and was bounced off into the ground. The other one hit the demon¡¯s front leg and exploded. Nevertheless, the demon was not stopped at all. On the contrary, it leaned a little forward and strode in their direction against the dust. ¡°Shot the body, you thickhead!¡± someone complained. ¡°Let me try!¡± Another soldier volunteered, who carried a box of shells and crept out of the trench. Uncle Sang did not stop him, but he was not as optimistic as the others. Now he came to the realization why the new Spider Demon looked somewhat strange to him. Compared to the misshapen Spider Demon on the manual, this one looked more coordinated. The ¡°armor¡± it was wearing was not made of random irregular-shaped stones but neat polygons. If those stones were connected, they could probably form a perfect trapezoid. Also, its limbs swung on its side when it walked, which made it harder for the soldiers to shoot its torso or abdomen. No wonder the two previous shots had missed the target. As Uncle Sang had expected, the next few shots did not stop the Spider Demon either. The demon almost automatically curled up the moment the soldiers fired. In the meantime, Mad Demons appeared again in the rupture created by the Spider Demon. ¡°Damn it. Can¡¯t those guys be more serious?¡± a machine gunner complained as he adjusted the muzzle. ¡°Enough!¡± Uncle Sang yelled briskly. ¡°Retreat to the second defensive line and abandon this area. Prepare to ignite the explosives.¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Shut up,¡± Uncle Sang hollered. ¡°If the demons besiege us from the side, we¡¯ll be stuck here!¡± Horns trumpeted across the battlement. Nail¡¯s team retreated to the port according to the training procedure. The refugees panicked as the monster slowly approached them. The soldier responsible for igniting the explosives connected the detonating cord to the motor and set the motor in motion. ¡°Captain, we¡¯re ready!¡± ¡°Very well. Let them have a taste of the explosives,¡± Uncle Sang said as he stared at the monster that clashed in every direction and motioned. ¡°Just a moment¡­ now!¡± As the soldier pressed the lever, there was a huge roar. In an instant, the ground beneath started to quaver. The air was impregnated with smoke and dust. Some explosives had been buried underneath the Spider Demon. The Spider Demon was thus sent flying into the air, and its stone armor became a huge burden. Its joints snapped under the impact. By the time it fell, it had been completely immobilized. Limped and seriously injured, it collapsed to the ground. Someone in the battlement whistled. Before they could take a break, another bang occurred in the east of the dock. Another Spider Demon emerged on the battlefield. Uncle Sang was glad that he had made the right decision. He had a vague feeling that the attack of the demons this time might be very different from the previous attacks, Apparently, the demons intended to besiege and eliminate them. The fact that the scouts did not come back in time indicated that the demons had cut their retreat. Had he been hesitant a moment ago, the machine gun squads would have failed to retreat. Although the First Army had now abandoned their stronghold in the alley, they could still rely on four Mark I HMGs to repulse the Mad Demons. However, this did not mean that the crisis had been resolved. They never knew how many Spider Demons there would be. If there were two more¡­ no, one more Spider Demon, they could hardly hold onto the battlement. What was worse was that many refugees were waiting for the departure at the dock. If the battle sparked panic among them, the whole situation would get out of hand. They would not only be unable to save these people but would fail to board the ships as well. After the smoke dissipated, the demons stepped forward onto the field where the explosion had just taken place. Numerous gun shots rented the air. ¡°Boom!¡± While Uncle Sang was worried about what step he should take next, he suddenly heard a familiar roar behind him. Immediately, he knew where that sound came from. This was the sound of the 152-caliber Longsong Cannon that the First Army was most familiar with! There should not have been any artillery here. Uncle Sang turned around in dismay and saw an iron ship slowly dock. The cannon parallel to the deck was directly aiming at the defensive line. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ the ¡®Roland¡¯!¡± a soldier, who recognized the iron ship at once, exclaimed. ¡°Didn¡¯t they leave already?¡± ¡°Who cares? We have support!¡± ¡°Long live the king! Kill those filthy monsters!¡± Shells brushed past the soldiers and landed on the battlefield in succession. Around 10 meters away from the trench, smoke and dust permeated the air. Some shells hit the sandbags before the trench and exhaled a rain of sand and earth that showered down at the soldiers. The soldiers would have loathed the Artillery Battalion with the most venomous words had it occurred in the past. However, now, everyone appreciated their help. The roar of the Longsong Cannon became the most beautiful music they had ever heard. Had Nail not abandoned them but been awaiting this moment all along? Uncle Sang noticed that some refugees, under the guidance of the soldiers, boarded the ¡°Roland¡±. Most of the refugees got on the ship. He did not know what Nail had said to the management team, but evidently, this was a good opportunity for them to withdraw. ¡°Everyone, listen. We have to go to the dock,¡± Uncle Sang yelled. ¡°One by one. Don¡¯t fall behind! Once everyone leaves, the explosion unit should ignite the rest of the explosives!¡± Soon, the order was delivered and spread out throughout the whole trench. They started their final retreat. Although quite reluctant, they had to leave the Mark I type HMG and the rest of the ammunition behind. This was the king¡¯s order. Personal safety took precedence over weapons, for soldiers could always create new weapons. The troop thus entered the dock area, and the demons, in the meantime, also took the second defensive line against the gunfire. But no sooner had the demons snatched their victory than an earsplitting roar shook them. Thousands of kilograms of explosives sent the Mad Demons into the air. In the aftermath of the magnificent explosion, the ¡°Roland¡± whistled and departed from the ravaged Northernmost Port at a full speed. Chapter 1244 - Change Over Time Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Zooey stood at the bridge and peered down at the crowd on the deck. The ¡°Roland¡± was not large enough to accommodate 1,000 people. After all the refugees boarded the ship, there was literally no room to sit. For most of the refugees, it was their first time traveling by sea, and they soon felt nauseous and dizzy. The crowded environment further aggravated the situation. Even those who rarely got seasick felt their stomachs turn uncomfortably when surrounded by sick passengers. Zooey appreciated the fact that she could not smell anything. ¡°Mortals are so weak¡­¡± Carol¡¯s voice came from behind. ¡°I can¡¯t believe that we used to be like that too.¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s incredible,¡± Zooey said with a nod of approval. She knew what Carol was referring to. After the captain had received the instructions to support the army, he had immediately sought the God¡¯s Punishment Witches for help. Since the main task for the ¡°Roland¡± was to locate the God¡¯s Stone mine, Zooey was the decision maker. The magic core from the underground civilization was, at that time, on the ship, and its giant frame almost occupied the entire deck, so there was not much room for more passengers. Zooey should have declined the request to avoid creating potential safety hazards. She would have refused to provide assistance had this occurred in the Union age, for back then, the rare magic core had been far more important than mortals. She would choose the magic core over a city without the slightest hesitation, let alone taking refugees. However, now, things were a little different. After having a brief discussion with her peers, Zooey made a decision that even astonished herself. She shipped the magic core to another port city and asked the First Army who garrisoned there to look after it. Then she steered the ¡°Roland¡± back to the Northernmost Port. She had even told the garrison that if she did not return in a timely manner, they should take the responsibility of sending the core back to Neverwinter themselves. ¡°But it doesn¡¯t feel bad,¡± Carol said smilingly while shrugging. ¡°To be honest, I thought you would decline the request, and I was torn too.¡± ¡°I hope they won¡¯t fail His Majesty,¡± Zooey said darkly. What had changed their mind? Zooey searched her memories and remembered the First Army who had fought ferociously against the demons at the ruins of the Holy City, the nurses who had treated her in the hospital, the ordinary people in the Dream World who looked no different than the witches, as well as Roland Wimbledon¡­ ¡°I hope so. We risked ourselves coming here to this area permeated with the Red Mist,¡± Carol said as she patted Zooey on the shoulder, and then headed to the bridge. ¡°Anyway, we completed our mission. I want to go back to Neverwinter immediately and have spicy hotpot. Oh, my mouth waters¡­¡± So did Zooey¡¯s. She heard her stomach protest. Fortunately, Carol shut the gate just at that time and therefore did not hear the noise. Zooey cleared her mind and gazed upon the sinister Red Mist at the distance. The Battle of Divine Will that had brought the Union numerous nightmares came once again, much earlier than they had anticipated. The demons had also achieved great progress, but somehow, Zooey felt peaceful. This time, they were not fighting alone. Hackzord was suspended above the city he had just occupied. There was no smoke or ruins of properties. Most buildings remained intact as if the battle had not taken place. Human beings hardly resisted. They were even weaker than 400 years ago. Had he not trusted Ursrook so much, he would have thought that this was the territory of the enemies in the Sky-sea Realm rather than human beings¡¯. Within one week, their army had advanced several hundred miles and also built their outpost in the cities not yet permeated with the Red Mist. Hackzord had to attribute the swift operation to the help of the mankind. According to his subordinates, they had only decapitated hundreds of people before the frightened lord and the nobles knuckled under and agreed to provide supplies to them. It was just like the first Battle of Divine Will. It appeared that the news that they had burned the Snow Reflection Castle had already been spread out and made a deep impression on other lords. As more and more cities were conquered, Hackzord gradually received a lot of information from local people. He did not understand why the mankind, who had united together back in the Union age, was again scattered. He did not understand either that why humans¡¯ territory, small as it was, was further divided into four kingdoms that never communicated with each other. The Union that had once dominated the continent was gone. What had men achieved in the past 400 years? The four kingdoms were not weak in his opinion, for his best commander had been killed by men. Did they not know the importance of teamwork? Yet anyhow, Hackzord was relieved. He had successfully carried out the plan for the Western Front, although he had experienced some hiccups. He had successfully activated the Birth Tower as the king expected him to. In a way, he was much more reliable than the boasting ¡°Bloody Conqueror¡± and the irresponsible Mask. At least, he had fulfilled his promise. Through a series of Distortion Doors, Hackzord returned to the rupture. This was the last stronghold on the Land of Dawn, and Hackzord had decided to name this prospective city ¡°Sky¡± after him. He was sure that this new city would be remembered by the whole clan. Just at that moment, his guard sent in the update report. Hackzord quickly skimmed the report through and noticed that a large number of refugees began to flee the Kingdom of Everwinter. He would not have paid it particular notice had those people been regular refugees, for most of them would die on their way. However, to him, it seemed to be a well-organized, carefully-planned campaign. All the refugees were heading to the Kingdom of Wolfheart in the south by water or land. The troops who attempted to stop them had experienced fierce resistance, which was very similar to what Usrook had mentioned in his letter. Although several units led by the Upgraded had gained the victory, they had not completely stop the refugees. More troops were needed to stop them. This was also one of the drawbacks to erect the Birth Tower in the mountainous area. Without the Distortion Doors, the Junior Demons and Inferior Demons could not travel to men¡¯s territory by themselves. Hackzord knitted his brows and asked, ¡°Where¡¯s Nightmare?¡± ¡°Her Excellency is still asleep in the Red Mist pond.¡± ¡°Damn it. She has been there for more than 10 days. I hope she¡¯s not lost in the Realm of Mind,¡± thought Hackzord to himself. Hackzord summoned the Distortion Door and went straight down to the bottom of the rupture. Valkries still remained in her original position. She was sitting cross-legged in the pond, looking quite relaxed. There was not the faintest sign of her being devoured by the Realm of Mind, except that she had been there for an exceptionally long time. This indicated that she was still roaming the Sea of Mind. Had the person in front of him been the Bloody Conqueror, Hackzord would have given him a slap in the face to wake him up. He did not mind that this action would cause damage to the Bloody Conqueror¡¯s memory, but he would not reckless do the same thing to the Nightmare. Why did she have to pick this time to explore the Realm of Mind! Hackzord felt a little agitated about those fleeing refugees. Dimly, he was aware that something fishy was going on, but it was hard to explain the situation to the king. The king had dispatched two Senior Lords to the Western Front already, so it was not likely that he would send another one simply to deal with these low lives. The other Senior Lords would definitely laugh at him if he requested for one more. However, the truth was that he had made every effort to conduct this operation, but the Senior Lords could not care less about this mission. The Senior Lords simply acted on their own and provided little help to the battle. Therefore, due to the lack of a reliable Senior Lord at the Western Front to properly command the troops, the army was unable to carry out an expedition. Had Nightmare assisted him in pursuing those refugees, he would not have run into such an embarrassing and difficult situation. Hackzord glared at the sleeping Nightmare and finally left the Red Mist Pond. It seemed that he had to guard the Western Front himself. Chapter 1245 - The Great Immigration Chapter 1245: The Great Immigration Translator: Transn Editor: Transn At the Sedimentation Bay in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. White drove his wagon into the busy dock area. ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, we¡¯ve arrived at our destination. No matter what life you used to lead, you¡¯ll have a brand new life from today onwards. I wish every one of you good luck. It has been a priviledge being of your service! Now, I can offer you one more additional service as a courtesy,¡± White said as he reined in his horse. His business had been pretty good recently. After the arrival of the Graycastle ships, he had obtained more business opportunities, especially of short-distance transportation services. Every time he transported residents in the surrounding towns and cities to the port, he could earn around 10 silver royals, and normally, he could do that twice a day. He could have offered another ride at night had he not cared too much about the condition of his wagon. In that case, he would actually earn a little bit more than what he had got back in the church. Further, the compensation was not paid by the passengers but by the Graycastle men. He only needed to stamp on the traveling document before he proceeded to the sentry post to request for his remuneration. The compensation was based on the number of the passengers he carried, and the Graycastle men had never delayed any payment. Because of this, many people at the Sedimentation Bay started to provide similar transportation services, including sailors and handymen. Even though a lot of them did not know how to maneuver a carriage, they could ask someone who did to join them. The service was in such a high demand that they did not really need to worry about attracting customers. It was a job that allowed people to earn quick money. The only factor they needed to consider about was the traveling distance, as the farther the towns were, the higher expenses it would incur. Graycastle men would like to offer help to anyone who was willing to leave the Kingdom of Wolfheart, both rich and poor. Apparently, the King of Graycastle did not really care about money. White thus did not want to lose such a lucrative business opportunity. Everybody loved money. White had also heard of the war in the north. There was suddenly a huge influx of refugees in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, so the rumor could possibly be true. Also, Smarty had told him that the lord of the Sedimentation Bay, Baron Jean Bate, transferred a large number of his personal properties to a ship, in an apparent attempt to leave this place. In consideration of these recent events, White also had to find a retreat for himself. If he could earn a huge sum of money now, he would be able to live a better life in the future. ¡°What kind of service?¡± someone asked immediately. ¡°Some useful experience and kind advice,¡± White answered as he pointed at the port where a great number of large ships docked. ¡°Look over there. Although everyone wants to leave for Graycastle, not everyone will have a pleasant journey. I had been at the Sedimentation Bay before they came here, so I know a lot. Perhaps, my advice could help you.¡± ¡°Then¡­ please tell us¡­¡± ¡°Sure, but you have to pay me. Not much. One silver royal would do.¡± White knew poor people did not really care about what kind of situation they were venturing into. They only needed to be fed and clothed. Therefore, he mainly targetted at refugees who had a little bit of savings. They loved to hear little tips and advice. Since White did not charge much, and they did not even pay for the ride, they did not mind buying the information. Because White used to be that kind of person too. ¡°Haha, that¡¯s a game that Rats normally play,¡± a well-dressed man with brown hair sneered. ¡°But this man is obviously not as daring as Rats. One silver royal only. Here you go.¡± Soon, the servant beside the man handed White the money. White smiled stiffly. It appeared that the man was a noble, a diminished noble actually, for he had to now share a wagon with civilians. ¡°¡­ Here¡¯s my payment,¡± another young man said hesitantly and produced a silver royal from his pocket. White waited for a while. It appeared that only two people were willing to pay, but it was better than nothing. He then decided to let the customers go. Just at that moment, the young man said to the other passengers, ¡°Don¡¯t go just yet. I¡¯ll share the information with you for free.¡± ¡°Hey, what did you say?¡± White stiffened. ¡°I paid,¡± the young man swelled up. ¡°I paid for your information, but it doesn¡¯t mean I can¡¯t retell it to someone else. What? Anything wrong here?¡± ¡°You¡ª¡± ¡°You probably want to bail out, but you won¡¯t benefit anything from it. Even if I share the information to everyone at the port, it won¡¯t affect your future business. However, you¡¯ll lose one silver royal if you choose not to say.¡± White¡¯s lips parted. He suddenly did not know how to respond to such a sharp argument. ¡°You thickhead. You can do whatever you want. Why did you tell him?¡± the noble protested irritably. ¡°You¡¯re wasting our time.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not doing anything wrong. I have nothing to hold back,¡± the young man said flatly. ¡°I think it¡¯s unfair not to let the coachman know.¡± ¡°Fair?¡± the noble echoed while casting a scornful glance at the young man as he looked at a fool, and then turned to White. ¡°Oi, leave that man alone. I paid you. Are you telling me or not?¡± White glared at the young man. He had to amit that the young man was right. ¡°Alright, alright. I¡¯ll say. What bad luck¡­ you guys stay here. I¡¯ll tell you all.¡± Then White related the information he knew to his passengers. He told them what kind of people Graycastle men preferred, the departure time of the ships, some details they needed to pay attention to upon registration, as well as the second screening after their arrival. White particularly placed emphasis on the second screening process, for this was the information he had obtained from the soldiers and that the guide of the First Army would not reiterate. According to the Graycastle men, witches would partake in the second screening to detect lies. Once a person misrepresented in his application, he would be labeled as a ¡°dishonest¡± man, and it would be a lot harder for him to find a decent job. Apart from that, the noble status would not give them any privilege. On the contrary, people in Graycastle hated those who always boasted about their noble status, so it would be more advisable to keep a low profile. As long as one could read and write, or have a specific skill, he did not need to worry about his life there. ¡°Thank you for your kind reminders,¡± the young man said to White as he got off the coach at last. ¡°This did save us a lot of trouble.¡± ¡°Bah, don¡¯t mention it. You paid me,¡± White grumbled and smoked his pipe deeply. ¡°Those people should thank you, but they¡¯re all gone.¡± ¡°Young man, don¡¯t always try to be nice, especially nowadays¡­ Otherwise, people will take advange of you someday.¡± ( Updated by BOX NOVEL.COM) He used to be like that too. However, he had got nothing for being nice but only a fake leg. ¡°Perhaps, but this is my duty as a knight.¡± ¡°Haha, do you think I¡¯ve never seen a knight? Or are you saying the knight on a book? Forget it. The last time I¡¯ve heard of a knight was when I drank with a Rat in a tavern.¡± ¡°Everyone doing it doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s right.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± White said as he raised his brows. The man looked serious. ¡°Are you a knight?¡± ¡°Er¡­ No, I¡¯m not knighted, but my father was, but he¡­¡± White gave the young man a look of comprehension. He now understood that this man had nothing but an ambitious dream. White waved his hand and said, ¡°I¡¯m not interested in your family. By the way¡­ what¡¯s your name?¡± The young man immediately raised his head and replied, ¡°Manfeld Castein.¡± ¡°OK, Mr. Castein,¡± White said as he exhaled a pipe of smoke and clambered onto the horseback. ¡°An additional piece of information for you. There¡¯s no knight in Graycastle anymore.¡± Chapter 1246 - The Ship to the South Translator: Transn Editor: Transn As White had suggested, Manfeld found that nobody waited for him after the coach departed. He was surrounded by strangers. However, he did not feel very frustrated about the lack of appreciation because he did that simply because that he thought this was the right thing to do. Manfeld soon found the registration desk based on the information provided by the coachman. In fact, a banner was hung over that area, which attracted many passers-by. Although there were lots of people, the registration proceeded in an orderly fashion. Iron bars segmented the crowd, and there formed a huge lineup between the entrance and the registration desk. Refugees were thus directed into a temporary ¡°passage¡±, along which they shuffled forward slowly. A Graycastle soldier received Manfeld. All the clerks were wearing the same uniform, so it was easy to distinguish them. ¡°Name?¡± ¡°Manfeld Castein.¡± ¡°Identity? Any criminal records? What¡¯s your expertise?¡± The inquiry was just as what the coachman had told him. Manfeld answered all the questions truthfully and did not dwell upon his family and background. He was about to talk more about his expertise when the soldier suddenly interrupted him after hearing him say he could read and write. ¡°That¡¯ll do. Trestle No. 6. This is your boarding pass. Don¡¯t lose it. Next.¡± Manfeld was immediately pushed out of the queue into the dock area before he realized that the registration was over. ¡°Well¡­ that¡¯s it?¡± So the coachman was right then? One could live a very good life in Graycastle as long as he could read and write. But it appeared that everyone in Graycastle was literate. Manfeld had noticed that while he was waiting, the registration clerks were changing all the time. Sometimes, they would ask a soldier who maintained the order to take their shift temporarily, and nothing had gone wrong. Manfeld felt very confused. Also, the boarding pass was a little strange too. It was an iron plate, with a rope attached to one end so that he could actually wear it like a necklace. There was a series of engraved symbols and numbers on the plate. It would not cost much to make such a small plate, but it would be a different story if every refugee had such a plate. Castein¡¯s family used to own a blacksmith workshop, so he knew what that meant. A blacksmith could use leftover materials to make an iron plate, but he would need tons of materials to make 100 or 1,000 of them. It would only take a blacksmith half a day to engrave those symbols, but it would take a much longer time to repeat the same process over and over again. However, there were more than 1,000 people at the port. If this was what happened at the Sedimentation Bay every day, then they would need hundreds of thousands of iron plates! It was unimaginable how many resources and how much time they would need to distribute an iron plate like this to every single refugee. It would probably still not enough even if they summoned all the blacksmith in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Manfeld now had glimpse of Graycastle¡¯s immense wealth. Kingdom of Dawn used to be the wealthiest kingdom on this continent. Amazed and surprised, Manfeld boarded a three-masted ship. He was led into a cabin shared by 10 people, which was a lot better than what he had expected. He had thought that he might have to sleep in a warehouse. Manfeld was not sure if this was because he could read and write. Nevertheless, the stinky smell in the cabin was intolerable. Although his family had lost their past glory, he used to, at least, sleep in a comfortable bedroom. Therefore, Manfeld immediately got out of the cabin and went to the deck to get some fresh air. Just at that moment, he heard someone calling for help. The voice seemed to be coming from the end of the hallway. Since not many people were on the ship and the sailors were busy working on the upper deck, the cabin was a little empty. Nobody except him had heard that voice. Manfeld thus went in the direction that voice came from. There was a storage room at the end of the hallway, and Manfeld gathered that few people except crew members would come here. He pressed his face onto the door and heard noises inside, as though someone was struggling. Manfeld soon stepped back and threw himself against the door. The door was flung open. Manfeld was taken aback by what he saw. He did not expect to see a familiar face here. The middle-aged noble whom he had met in the coach was standing in the storage room while his two servants were trying to push two ladies down to the ground and tie them up. The ladies were gagged. Inarticulate groans escaped from their lips. Apparently, they were brought here by force. ¡°Hey, isn¡¯t this the righteous fool on the coach?¡± the noble drawled. ¡°If I remember correctly, you¡¯re a noble as well, right? I¡¯m Mick Kinley. What about you?¡± ¡°Manfeld Castein,¡± Manfeld pronounced his name for the third time. He noticed that as soon as he announced his name, the hope in the ladies¡¯ eyes faded out, and they also stopped struggling. ¡°Castein? I¡¯ve never heard of this name,¡± the middle-aged man said while shrugging. ¡°But you¡¯re lucky. Since you came here, I¡¯ll kindly share the ladies with you, but you¡¯ll have to wait.¡± ¡°Release them,¡± Manfeld said heavily. ¡°Huh?¡± Mick Kinley squinted and said, ¡°Are you out of your freaking mind? Do you know who they are? They¡¯re slaves! And God knows how many people have used them. I¡¯m very surprised that I found these two little things on the ship. There¡¯s no reason that their master would let them go. So, now, it¡¯s very simple. They escaped from their master. You still want to save them?¡± Escaped slaves were the most inferior slaves, who were not very different from animals. Therefore, nobles could literally do anything to them. However, Manfeld had his own principles. ¡°Everyone doing it doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s right.¡± ¡°This ship is heading to Graycastle, right?¡± ¡°¡­ What¡¯s your point?¡± Mick Kinley snarled. ¡°You should have heard what those Graycasle men said. The Wimbledons has abolished slavery. Therefore, the moment they boarded ship, they were no longer slaves,¡± Manfeld insisted defiantly. ¡°And don¡¯t you forget that there¡¯s a second screening after we get off the ship. They¡¯ll ask you whether you have criminal records. If I tell you what you did on the ship to these two ladies, do you think Graycastle men would let you go?¡± ¡°What are you going to do if I insist?¡± Mick Kinley said through his clenched teeth. ¡°You have to beat me first,¡± Manfeld said as he rolled up his sleeves. ¡°I¡¯m a knight ¡ª ¡± No sooner had he finished than Mick Kinley threw himself toward him. It was a quick battle. Mick Kinley¡¯s servants had apparently also received formal training. Manfeld was soon impaled in the small, narrow storage room. Mick Kinley kicked his bruised face. ¡°This is all you can do? I thought your swords are as sharp as your words,¡± Mick Kinley spatted. ¡°Sh*t. Such bad luck! I¡¯ll leave these two sluts to you, but don¡¯t you forget that slaves will always be slaves, no matter where they go! What a fool! Let¡¯s go!¡± Mick Kinley slammed the door behind him, and the next moment, the three impaled were left alone in the stuffy storage room. Chapter 1247 - The Heart of A Knight Translator: Transn Editor: Transn It took Manfeld a while to regain his consciousness. His vision blurred, and he felt a searing pain through his cheeks. It was pretty hard for him to open his eyes. Damn it. That brute had broken the unwritten rule that nobles should not hit each other in the face. He struggled to sit up, slowly shuffled toward the two frightened ladies and ungagged them. ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid. I¡¯ll release you just in a moment.¡± The two ladies were too scared to speak, so they simply nodded. Manfeld untied them after taking a long rest and said, ¡°There you go. You¡¯re free now. Don¡¯t get caught by that person again¡­¡± Manfeld believed that Mick Kinley would not have such a chance. Once everyone got on the ship, he would be under the watch of all the refugees. He did not think Mick would risk himself with so many people around him. The women set free avoided him gingerly and immediately left the room at a trot. Their footsteps finally died away. They did not say anything to Manfeld, not even a ¡°thank you¡±. Manfeld leaned against the wall and heaved a deep sigh. Somehow, he thought of what White had told him. ¡°Young man, don¡¯t always try to be nice, especially nowadays¡­ Otherwise, people will take advange of you.¡± He shook his head and put these thoughts behind. He was used to that. He only hoped that he could return to his cabin before the ship set off so that at least, he could still have a bed. Suddenly, Manfeld heard patterings of footsteps again, as the floor beneath him started to squeak. What the hell? He wished it was not Mick Kinley coming back again. The footsteps stopped abruptly at the door, and he saw a sliver of a woman looking out at him from behind the door. Momentarily stunned, Manfeld recognized that the woman was one of the ladies he had helped set free. After the door was pushed open, Manfeld found both two ladies were there. The one behind was carrying an extremely heavy wooden bucket that almost cost all her strength. She placed the bucket in front of Manfeld. At that moment, Manfeld noticed that the bucket was full of water. ¡°You¡­ ¡± One of the ladies took out a handkerchief and dipped it into the water before she came up to wipe the blood off Manfeld¡¯s face. The other kept apologizing, ¡°S-sorry, it was all our fault. We were too scared to speak, because, because you said¡­ you¡¯re also a noble.¡± Manfeld burst into a laugh. Even though he was so sore, he could not help it. ¡°Er, what¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t I tell you?¡± Manfeld interrupted the lady. ¡°The moment you boarded this ship, nobles and slaves became equal, because the King of Graycastle not only abolished slavery but also took away nobles¡¯ power. In other words, we¡¯re the same.¡± Manfeld actually knew that there was no knight in Graycastle, as merchants from all parts of the world had spread the news throughout the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Most nobles believed that King Roland¡¯s behavior was outrageous, but he was very interested in Wimbledon. After his family¡¯s fortunes declined, Manfeld had been always thinking about one particular question, that was, what was a knight? He had never thought about this question when his father had been still alive, as he had believed that he would eventually inherit his father¡¯s title. However, when his family gradually lost their domains to other nobles, Manfeld found that things slowly get out of his control. The new lord did not acklowledge him, and those who were not qualified to manage the land became the ruler. He literally had nothing but a prominent surname. According to the ancient books he had read, his ancestors who had established on this land had selected the most outstanding person as their king. The king then granted titles to those possessed of exceptional gallantry and valor and asked them to help him protect the land and his subjects. This was the origin of the nobility. A knight, as the noble of the lowest rank, should have compassion and sympathy for civilians. They should be men of honor and help their territories prosper. Because knight possessed qualities that normal people did not, they were noble. This was also what kind of person Manfeld wanted to be. However, he did not see any difference between a knight and civilian after a knight lost his land. What was nobility then? A spirit or a deed? Lords were replaced constantly as the fierce competition between nobles continued. A limp could be a knight, and a fool could be a knight as well, as long as they had land in their hands. This reality made Manfeld start to question the true nature of knightage. Although misfortune had weighed upon him, Manfeld had never abandoned his dream. He had been thinking about traveling to Graycastle for a long time, but he could not afford the trip. Nevertheless, the evacuation of local towns and cities in the Kingdom of Wolfheart provided him with a good opportunity to visit Graycastle. Manfeld wanted to know whether he could still be a true knight in a country without a noble. After hearing that ¡°we¡¯re the same¡±, the two women were profoundly relieved. ¡°Really?¡± ¡°All the nobles have received the news. They view Wimbledon as the demon from hell,¡± Manfeld said as he summoned a bitter smile. ¡°But now, we probably have to seek this horrible demon for help.¡± The woman who was wiping Manfeld¡¯s face asked after a moment of silence, ¡°Why did you help us? Aren¡¯t you worried that the noble¡­¡± ¡°He won¡¯t kill me because I already reminded him, ¡°Manfeld replied while shaking his head. ¡°I don¡¯t know what the second screening will look like, but I¡¯ve heard that a witch will be there to detect lies. Even if he doesn¡¯t think abusing you is a crime, he knows he can¡¯t kill a noble.¡± Manfeld took a breath and then went on, ¡°By the way, I¡¯m Manfeld Castein. What about you?¡± This was the fourth time he had reported his name today. ¡°I¡¯m Thylane,¡± one of the ladies said in a low voice. ¡°She¡¯s Momo.¡± Then she paused for a second and said resolutely, ¡°That noble was right. We were sold to ¡ª ¡± U.p. dated by b o x n o v e l. com ¡°I told you that everything changed the moment you got on this ship. Please don¡¯t say that again,¡± Manfeld said while waving his hand. ¡°Like my coachman said, whatever life you used to live, the new life ahead of us will be completely different. I decided to leave the Kingdom of Wolfheart for a foreign country because of the potential change. Aren¡¯t you the same?¡± There was a long whistle. It was deep and low. The ship was about to set off. ¡°Let¡¯s go back. I don¡¯t want anyone to take my bed,¡± Manfeld said as he rose with some difficulties. He still felt sore, but he managed to walk. ¡°I don¡¯t want to sleep in this storage room all the way there.¡± The two ladies exchanged looks. After a moment of hesitation, Thylane produced a white pill from her pocket and handed it to Manfeld. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°A painkiller,¡± Thylane said. ¡°If you can¡¯t bear the pain, lick it or take a small piece of it. But make sure that you don¡¯t take too much, as it only delays the pain. It can¡¯t stop it.¡± Manfeld took the pill in confusion. What an amazing pill this was? It could only delay instead of stopping pain? Thylane and Momo did not give further explanation. They carried the bucket and withdrew from the storage room This time, the two ladies stopped at the doorstep and swept a low bow at Manfeld. ¡°Thank you, Mr. Castein.¡± Manfeld heaved a deep sigh. It seemed that not everyone took advantage of others. This was enough for him. He studied the pill in his hand for quite a while before he licked it. It was sweet. Perhaps, the pill was made of flour, mixed with a little bit of honey. Manfeld gathered that they had probably stolen the pill from the noble who had bought them. Just at that moment, something incredible happened. In an instant, his pain was gone as if he had never been beaten before. Chapter 1248 - The Use of the Core Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In Neverwinter, Graycastle. Within a week, the intelligence gathered by the First Army not only confirmed that the Red Mist had appeared to the north of the Kingdom of Everwinter but also provided Roland with a glimpse of the status of the evacuation campaign. As Edith had predicted, the demons invaded the Kingdom of Everwinter before the Red Mist had completely spread out. They had largely shortened the process of growing a Birth Tower and had started attacking human beings from all directions. The immigration unit of the First Army had already fought the demons. Apparently, the demons had been waiting for this moment for a long time. According to the report from Iron Axe, the result of the battle was not very optimistic. During the retreat, several units were raided, and the retreat thus turned into a flight. Soldiers were scattered by the frightened refugees. The casualties had mounted up to over 300, which was almost the same as the casualties during the night raid in Taquila. The refugees suffered a even greater loss. The demons had apparently caught everyone offguard. The dispersion of the advanced troops of the First Army did expediate the immigration campaign, but it also weakened their fighting capacity at the same time. Fortunately, Roland had promised the army that no punishment would be inflicted on deserters if the desertion was for the purpose of survival. Therefore, no soldiers had turned into bandits. All of them gradually retreated to the Kingdom of Wolfheart and got in contact with the garrison there. If those soldiers fled, the army in the north of the Kingdom of Everwinter might be flattened. Those soldiers who had returned to the army would provide additional support to the local troops as well as important information to the commander. For example, many units reported that they encountered a type of new Monstrous Beast not seen on the manual. A unit that had successfully retreated to the Northernmost Port in the Kingdom of Everwinter mentioned that the demon put a new type of Spidery Monstrous Beast into use, which was even harder to deal with than the two well-known Spider demons. Neither mortars nor anti-demon grenades could effectively impale them. Only the 152-caliber Longsong Cannon could cause them damage. As for the other Monstrous Beasts, Roland currently only obtained a description of their physical appearance. Their abilities remained unknown. The Monstrous Beasts had apparently upgraded from the war. The executives thus held several meetings after receiving the intelligence. The ministers had reached an agreement that they should stop the demons from advancing as soon as possible to earn more time for the immigration plan. The officials had evidently benefited a lot from the rapid increase in the population of Neverwinter as more people joined in the production. Roland thought so too. Yet unfortunately, this was the fastest he could do. He wanted to send thousands of people to the Kingdom of Wolfheart at once, but first of all, he needed to have enough ammunition. Therefore, although Roland had already issued the command, it still took a long time for the army to assemble. This was different from the expedition to Taquila. During the expedition to Taquila, the army had advanced along the railway, where they had relied on the Blackriver and Leaf to sustain the logistics. Now, they lacked transportation facilities, so the General Staff had to find an alternative solution. Roland also noticed another thing in the report. He noticed that the successful escape of the unit should be attributed to the support of the shallow water gunboats. Meanwhile, the ¡°Roland¡± arrived in a timely fashion because Zooey and Carol had abandoned the magic core that they treasured the most. This made Roland realize that the ancient witches could possibly use the relic of the underground civilization well in this war. He thus contacted the three Senior Witches from Taquila directly. Through the light screen, Pasha, Alethea and Celine¡¯s giant bodies covered in tentacles appeared on the wall. Roland quickly shared his idea. ¡°You mean¡­ that we should use the Instrument of Divine Retribution as a power converter?¡± Celine asked. ¡°Not only the Instrument of Divine Retribution but also all the magic cores,¡± Roland said with a nod. In theory, the magic cores could simulate all kinds of witch power, provided that the ancient witches adjusted the structure of their cyclones. There were four magic cores retrieved from the underground civilization in total, the largest of which was the most special one. Its cyclone was very complicated. According to the deciphered records, it was also the secret weapon that the underground civilization had put great hope in. Because of this, the ancient witches called it the Instrument of the Divine Retribution. However, only the Chosen One could activate the the Instrument of Divine Retribution, but Roland did not possess magic power. So, for a very long time, this secret weapon had been sitting in the underground hall quietly. If they could transform the cores into various magic power, it would be much more helpful than letting them just sit here. The only problem was that the magic cores could not be replicated. Once they lost one, they lost it forever. That was the reason for the rift between the Taquila witches and the Starfall City. Many Union members had even lost their lives for it. At the early stage of the coalition of the Taquila witches and the First Army, Roland had promised that he would not force the witches to hand over the magic cores. Even though the Taquila witches had now pledged alliance to him, Roland still wanted to first obtain their permission. Alethea said hesitantly, ¡°Your Majesty, you could do anything with it if you were in the Third Border City. However, I¡¯m worried that you would damage it if you transfer it out of the cave.¡± Roland felt very hopeful, as even Alethea, the most stubborn one, demonstrated a sign of approval. He said quickly, ¡°I¡¯ll certainly take caution and handle it with reasonable care. No intruders should be able to destroy it, but I¡¯m afraid that wear and tear as a result of multiple uses will be inevitable. However, it¡¯s better than storing it away.¡± Alethea looked toward Celine and said, ¡°How long will it take to transform the Instrument of Divine Retribution into a magic device and restore it?¡± ¡°I think¡­ it¡¯ll probably take 10 years,¡± Celine estimated. ¡°The cyclone is too complicated. If there¡¯s wear and tear, then we¡¯ll probably never be able to restore it. However, I agree with His Majesty¡­¡± ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°Then the magic core can, at least, contribute to the war against the demons,¡± Pasha rejoined. ¡°Now, we don¡¯t need to look for the Chosen One anymore.¡± Alethea lapsed into a long silence before she said, ¡°Alright. Since you all agree, then I have no issues with that either.¡± For a split second, Roland saw Celine tap her main tentacle. She said, ¡°See? I persuaded them.¡± Obviously, she was only talking to Roland. Before Roland could respond, Pasha continued, ¡°You should take the witches in the Quest Society more often to the Dream World, Your Majesty.¡± Without a doubt, Pasha was bribing him. Roland was amused. ¡°So,¡± Celine said as she put up a straight face, although the original carrier did not actually display emotions anyway. ¡°What kind of power do you want the Instrument of Divine Retribution to transform into?¡± Roland had known the answer a long time ago. He replied, ¡°Mystery Moon¡¯s magnetic force. I don¡¯t think it¡¯ll be too complicated, right?¡± Celine said with a smile, ¡°Leave it to me, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 1249 - Civilization Chapter 1249: Civilization Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The reason was pretty simple. Compared to the summoning type of magic, the attaching magic type was more suitable for the magic core. Take Anna¡¯s Blackfire as an instance. Even if the magic core had the exact same cyclone, it could not release or withdraw the power as freely as Anna. However, for the attaching magic type, they only needed to inject magic power into it to activate the instrument. Mystery Moon had the ability to convert magnetic force into various types of energy, which would largely benefit Neverwinter. Dawn I had always been a rare energy resource. Even with the help of Doris, it barely sufficed the need. With the expansion of the industry, they would soon run out of power. Power generation and transmission was a very complicated science, and it was even more difficult than mechanics. Roland could produce electric motors and lightbulbs by applying what he had learned about electricity in the middle school, but it was impossible for him to build a reliable electrical grid. He had also brought a lot of books regarding electricity from the Dream World but could hardly understood them. He recognized every single word in the book but did not understand what that meant. Therefore, he abandoned his ambition of learning on his own but put hope in the Taquila witches. Perhaps, in 10 or 20 years¡¯ time, the Taquila witches would play an important role in the electricity industry, but they definitely could not help Neverwinter right now. As such, his most important task at present became how to increase the production of Dawn I. Workers in the plants could work at night, and residents could study if there was electricity. The power system, in a sense, could be also viewed as a time device. Celine believed that there were no technical difficulties, as the original carrier had a far better understanding of magic power than human beings. Ordinary witches could only confirm the magic type and power level by using a Stone of Measuring. However, Celine could picture the cyclone once Mystery Moon demonstrated her ability. When Roland brought Mystery Moon here, the little girl was, suprisingly, not very cooperative. She mumbled, ¡°If the magic core replaces me¡­ will you still need me?¡± It took Roland quite a long time to persuade her. Mystery Moon¡¯s condition was that the magic core that simulated her power should be named after her. Mystery Moon protested, ¡°In that way, you¡¯ll still remember me even if you no longer need my help. Also, as a compensation, can I have two more bottles of Chaos Drinks?¡± That was how she was brought here, accompanied by Lily. It would take a few days to adjust the magic core and design an electrical grid that could transmit power throughout the whole city. Although Roland only used basic knowledge of electricity engineering such as series connections and parallel connection, and tried to simply the calculation as much as possible, the design was pretty much all he could do. Meanwhile, Neverwinter greeted a group of unexpected visitors. Rex came to the city with ten members of the Society of Wondrous Crafts and requested to see the King of Graycastle. Roland soon met this unusual explorer from the Fjords in the parlor. ¡°I thought you wouldn¡¯t come here anymore.¡± Roland asked the servant to bring tea and desserts. It had been three months since the departure of Rex and his party from Neverwinter. Had they not been continuously shipping the relics from the Southernmost Region, Roland would have probably forgot about them. Roland studied this group of people attentatively. All of them were windswept. It appeared that only those who were not used to travel by sea at the Fjords would tend to find another way to make a living. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Your Majesty,¡± Rex said, a little embarrassed. ¡°It took me too long to assemble the members of Society of Wondrous Crafts. Although you¡¯ve already given me the book, still many people question my authority and are not willing to share their research. They thought I¡¯m as crazy as Fan when I told them that there was indeed an artifact that would enable men to fly in the sky.¡± ¡°Then what about these people here?¡± ¡°They believe you, Your Majesty,¡± Rex said as he swept a bow. ¡°This time, everyone brought their families here and decided to settle down in Neverwinter. We¡¯ll accept any conditions you offer.¡± ¡°Very well,¡± said Roland as he sipped his tea. ¡°You¡¯ll become residents of Graycastle after the Administrative Office complete the evaluation.¡± In fact, giving him the book was also another form of screening. People joined the Society of Wondrous Crafts only because they had no alternative way to make a living, so there must be both good and bad members. If they did not have the capability to understand the book, there would be no point in recruiting them. ¡°What do you mean by evaluation?¡± ¡°A standard procedure that you must go through before officially becoming a Graycastle resident. They¡¯ll take down your information. Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s not a contract or anything.¡± Everyone was profoundly relieved. It was obvious that although they had brought their families here, they were still quite uncertain about their future. Perhaps, he should say something to make them feel more at home. Roland thus summoned his guard, Sean. ¡°Your Majesty, what can I do for you?¡± ¡°These people are my guests. Show them around and let them get familiar with the new king¡¯s city of Graycastle,¡± Roland said as he extended out his hands. ¡°Especially the Miracle Building. If they found their new society there, they¡¯ll also need an office on the top floor. So you¡¯d better first let them get an idea what that place looks like.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± After the group of confused people left with Sean, Roland said in a low voice in amusement to Nightingale, ¡°You go follow them.¡± Two hours later, Nightingale came back to the office. ¡°How about it? Roland asked and poured her a glass of Chaos Drink. ¡°I knew it was going to be like that,¡± Nightingale said as she twitched her lips and drained the glass. ¡°You¡¯re just like a kid showing off your toys. Rest assured. Now, I¡¯m sure they won¡¯t leave even if you ask them to.¡± U.p.dated by Box n o v e l. com ¡°You¡¯re wrong. I just want to give them more confidence.¡± Nightingale rolled her eyes. ¡°Ahem, alright. Maybe you¡¯re right.¡± ¡°Glad to hear,¡± Nightingale snapped and shoveled the empty glass under Roland¡¯s nose. ¡°Do you want to hear more about it?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Roland admitted quickly. ¡°Then two more bottles of drink.¡± As the Miracle Building was the landmark of Neverwinter, one could view half of the city from the roof of the building, including the mining area at the North Slope Mountain enveloped by thick smoke, as well as the Redwater River filled with various different concrete boats. Trains carrying raw materials ran in between, and a little farther on in the south, one could see biplanes flit across the sky. At night, the plants were alive with lights, and the glitters reflected off the surface of the water like shiny stars. This was exactly what Roland had expected. For those who had never seen such a scene, the moment they ascended the roof, they met a whole new world. The spectators would be able to witness the splendid human civilization from there. Chapter 1250 - Annas Plan Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Anna was quite amused after hearing Roland¡¯s account of the Society of Wonderous Crafts. ¡°If those people knew that you created most of the artifacts in the book, they would be astonished,¡± Roland said casually as he played with Anna¡¯s hair. ¡°They¡¯ll definitely listen to everything you say.¡± ¡°We do need some new blood in the Ministry of Industry,¡± Anna replied with a smile. ¡°But I don¡¯t know how much they can help.¡± ¡°They won¡¯t be too bad, as they saw the value of that book,¡± Roland said while shrugging. He remembered that he had lured the Chief Alchemist to Neverwinter with only a few redox equations back then. ¡°They even brought their families here, which indicates that they¡¯re indeed very curious about those innovations. Given that, I believe they¡¯ll rise to fame once they have that opportunity.¡± Roland paused for a second and then went on, ¡°Of course, before they officially join you, they have to learn from the beginning first. I¡¯ll leave it to you. This is also the first step to build up a healthy relationship with your subordinates.¡± Anna leaned toward Roland and placed her beautiful head on his chest before she said, ¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t know if I can do this job well¡­¡± ¡°You asked me to appoint you as the Minister of Industy in the first place,¡± Roland joked. ¡°So, you¡¯re scared and want to bail out now?¡± Anna stretched her hand, and a sliver of Blackfire ignited her fingertip. She drew a circle in the midair and said, ¡°Do you want me to tie you up and tickle you with the Blackfire again?¡± ¡°Er¡­ I mean, if you don¡¯t know how to do it, just ask Tilly,¡± Roland said as he averted his eyes. ¡°I¡¯ve heard all the Aerial Knight trainees in the pilot school fear the princess.¡± Anna¡¯s face lighted up. She exclaimed in excitement, ¡°Right! I can ask her, but¡­¡± she hesitated for a moment and said, ¡°I haven¡¯t talked to her for a while, and I¡¯ve heard since the expedition, she¡¯s been¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. She¡¯s fine now. I believe she¡¯s back to normal again,¡± Roland comforted Anna. ¡°Perhaps, she¡¯ll be extremely happy to see you. You used to give exams together.¡± Roland had not told anyone else about the possible resurrection of Ashes because he was afraid that everyone would bet their lives on this battle if they heard Ashes could probably come back to life. ¡°OK,¡± Anna said as she nodded resolutely. ¡°I¡¯ll do it!¡± Seeing that Anna was no longer annoyed, Roland quickly changed the subject. ¡°By the way, how¡¯s the project of the Cube-powered wheel truck going?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll still need a few more days to complete the first sample truck. It¡¯s pretty similar to the Cube-powered car in terms of structure, but it¡¯s easier to operate and also more stable, although it isn¡¯t that flexible.¡± Anna¡¯s manner immediately tightened into formality once she started talking about work. ¡°Also, I don¡¯t see any problems using it to load and unload cargo, as long as there¡¯s no issue with the road construction.¡± ¡°What about the tractor?¡± ¡°That I¡¯ll need more time,¡± Anna said while shaking her head. ¡°The drawing you gave me doesn¡¯t provide many details. I¡¯ll have to figure them out on the go. Its frame and operation systems are also quite different than the wheel truck¡¯s, so it¡¯ll still take me a considerable amount of time to create a usable sample tractor.¡± However, they did not have much time left. The demons would only become even harder to deal with in the future. The army thus urgently needed an armored troop to change the situation. The problem was that there were not many drawings of completed models of this kind of large, ancient automobiles in the textbook for reference. Roland could only find a few drawings of spare parts in the Dream World, and he was not sure whether these parts would fit the model Anna was trying to create. The industrial technologies in Neverwinter were not yet so advanced as to allow them to directly use modern parts. Both the caterpillar tractor and the armored trucks were consumables. Anna could not make them all by herself. She had practically nobody to help her. When the industrialization reached a certain level, each major project would involve hundreds of derivative subprojects. Therefore, it was impossible to sustain the whole industry with only a few learned professionals. This problem would become even more critical as time progressed. For example, Tilly had pointed out the drawbacks of the biplane and also made suggestions to improve it. However, Roland did not have anyone at the moment to work on these issues. Roland would need an extra 50 years to solve all these problems. However, the demons would not allow this to happen. ¡°Let me think it over,¡± Roland said slowly. ¡°Roland, I remember you told me that the Dream World has become more and more diverse, right?¡± Anna said while blinking her lake-blue eyes. It seemed that she had an idea. ¡°Yes, like it¡¯s now self improving. Thanks to that, I was able to bring new materials here.¡± According to Lan, this was a sign that the Dream World was expanding. It was now challenging God¡¯s power. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, why not seek help from the Dream World directly?¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­ that we ask more people to look for help?¡± ¡°No,¡± Anna said as she smiled slyly. ¡°I thought of a better way.¡± She then whispered to Roland and disclosed her plan. ¡°I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯ll work.¡± Roland was momentarily stunned. He lapsed into thought, feeling increasingly excited. ¡°This¡­ might work!¡± he exclaimed. ¡°You can try it later,¡± Anna said as she stretched her legs. ¡°If my method works, it¡¯ll make our life a lot easier. But now, stay with me¡­¡± ¡­ When Roland woke up in the Dream World, he already had a wonderful plan. Anna¡¯s idea was very simple. Since there were no learned professionals in Neverwinter, he could, alternatively, recruit talents in the Dream World. After a long contemplation, Roland decided to found an organization under the pretext of entertainment to recuit antique machinery collectors. He did not think the organization would raise suspicions. In this way, he could provide research and technical support to the real world. He could even test and improve the completed product in the Dream World. It would definitely be more effective to found such an organization than conducting research online. Nevertheless, he would need raise enough capital to start this project. The income from fighting Fallen Evils was definitely not going to be enough. Unless someone provided him with great financial assistance. Roland could only think of one person in this world. That was Garcia¡¯s father, Garde, a member of the board of director of the Clover Group. Roland knew that Garde, shrewd as he was, would not easily agree to support him if he directly went to negotiate with him without any preparation. Even though it was just a small amount of money for Garde, he would not invest it for no reason. Garcia could not help him much with this matter, so he had to think of another plan. Roland thus picked up the telephone and called the Defender of the Prism City. Chapter 1251 - Partner Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Hello, Mr. Roland,¡± Rock¡¯s calming voice immediately came from the other end of the line. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect you to call me so early in the morning. Is there an emergency?¡± Roland then suddenly realized that it was only 7:00. Feeling a little embarrassed, he faltered, ¡°Er¡­ sorry, did I wake you up? I do have something that needs the Association¡¯s help. It has nothing to do with the Fallen Evils, but it¡¯s important to me.¡± ¡°No worries,¡± Rock said. ¡°Normal people tend to sleep more. However, for me, as an aged Awakened, I¡¯m awake most of the time. What can I do for you?¡± Roland had been pretty active recently in the Martialist Association. He had not only managed to kill a great number of Fallen Evils, but more importantly, he usually acted alone. Nevertheless, he killed more Fallen Evils than anyone else except the two teams led by the two Defenders and the team comprised of celebrated martialists led by Fei Yuhan. His outstanding performance encouraged all traditional martialists, which made Roland quite influential among the Association executives. Of course, Roland did not report all the Fallen Evils he had exterminated. Most of the fallen cores had dissipated and returned to the Dream World. He always took a group of Taquila witches with him when conducting an operation. Therefore, the Fallen Evils were literally defenseless when confronting a group of combat witches with various strange abilities. Anyhow, Roland soon made his name among the Association members. He could access any facilities in the Martialist Association and was also entitled a telephone that allowed him to directly communicate with the Defenders. ¡°Before that, I would like to ask you one question first. What¡¯s the relationship between the Prism City and the Clover Group?¡± Roland remembered that Garcia had once told him that her father had participated in the construction of the Prism City. ¡°In short, we¡¯re long-term partners,¡± Rock answered. ¡°Of course, we¡¯ve developed partnership with many corporations, as the operation of the Association requires a large amount of money and resources.¡± ¡°In other words, we¡¯re also their big clients?¡± ¡°You can put it that way.¡± ¡°Very well,¡± Roland said, and he quickly told Rock what he needed. Surprisingly, Rock lapsed into a long silence. After quite a while, he said hesitantly, ¡°I have no issue with that, but¡­ why is it important to you?¡± ¡°It¡¯s also important to this world,¡± Roland replied truthfully. Even if Nightingale came to the Dream World, she would not be able to tell whether Roland was lying or not, for the Battle of Divine Will indeed concerned every single person in this world. If the human race was defeated, Roland would die too. By then, the Dream World would also stop working and freeze in an eternity in the Realm of Mind. ¡°Alright, I see,¡± Rock conceded. ¡°But anyway, I have to thank you on behalf of the Association. Without you, there would not have been so many young martialists choosing to stay, and our situation would have been even more precarious.¡± Roland was somehow a little moved by the Defender¡¯s sincerity when he heard the reply. Although the reason for him to hunt down Fallen Evils was quite different from the Association¡¯s, he did feel that Rock truly appreciated his help. Perhaps, just like Lan had said, for them, this world was real. Roland had wanted to say, ¡°That¡¯s nothing. It¡¯s my duty¡±, but for some reason, he changed his mind in the last minute. ¡°¡­ I¡¯ll protect this world,¡± he said. Roland then hung up the telephone and sent Zero off. Although Zero was now awakened, she still needed to go to school. Since Saint Miran, Dido and Ling were all in the same school as Zero, Roland did not worry about Fallen Evils. After that, he went to the Rose Caf¨¦. Since his last meeting with Lan, the coffeeshop had been closed, and the roll-up door had been clamp shut. The only way to access the coffeeshop was through the side door from the warehouse. It was always busy here. The witches were currently preparing their breakfast. Roland instantly smelled delicious barbecue as he pushed open the door. After he had a big breakfast and the witches were all gone, Roland drove out of the apartment building. The headquarters of the Clover Group was in downtown, so Roland soon arrived there. Since Roland had told the Association that he would visit here in advance, he was immediately led upstairs before he could reveal his martialist identity. The elevator stopped at the 100th floor, and Roland greeted a bright, spacious office surrounded by large French windows. Now, he had a new understanding of the financial capacity of the Clover Group. ¡°We met again, Mr. Roland,¡± Garde said as he came up to Roland and shook his hand. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that you would elevate yourself from a newbie to such an important figure in the Association so quickly. Young men indeed have great potential!¡± Roland was a little surprised at this warm reception. He remembered that last time, Garde had been pretty cold to him even though he had showed him his hunting license. So it was true that businessmen cared more about a person¡¯s background than his professional competence. After a little small talk, Roland jumped into the business and asked, ¡°Did the Defender, Rock, tell you the purpose of my trip?¡± Garde shook his head and answered, ¡°Mr. Rock only told me that you need some help from the corporation and asked us to assist you as much as we can. But you know that I don¡¯t make the final call in the Clover Group.¡± This meant that the Clover Group would proceed with the purchase of the apartment building. Even if Garde agreed to terminate the plan, the Board of Director would not easily approve this motion. Roland smiled. He knew that Garde thought that he had come here for Garcia. In fact, nobody could demolish a building guarded by the witches unless he let them do so. Roland was also very pleased that the Defender did not tell Garde about his actual plan but leave Roland some room for negotiation. It seemed that the Defender completely trusted Roland, which made Roland like the Association even better. ¡°It isn¡¯t something too complicated,¡± Roland said as he spread out his hands. ¡°I want to found a small manufacture plant, or a machinery model factory that aims to design and manufacture some old machineries such as steam engines, old-school tractors, etc¡­ Something nostalgic, like armored trucks and artilleries. Do you understand?¡± Garde twitched his lips and asked, ¡°Are you planning to make a movie?¡± ¡°You can put it that way, but unlike those fake props, I need real ones, and I also have specific requirements.¡± ¡°As far as I know, few people need them nowadays¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m not going to sell them. I make them just for fun. I don¡¯t need an assembly line or anything, so it saves you money.¡± Garde was silent for quite a while. He viewed this business as a complete failure. ¡°I didn¡¯t know that Mr. Roland had such a peculiar hobby,¡± Garde said finally. ¡°In other words, you want the Clover Group to help you found a small factory and hire designers and workers?¡± Roland suddenly realized that it was not going to be an easy project. Apart from the factory, the designers should have an engineering background, and it would not be that fast to recruit so many professionals even for the Clover Group. Roland thus replied, ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s pretty much about it. Take your time. I¡¯m not in a rush.¡± ¡°I need to ask my secretary first,¡± Garde said as he returned to his desk and picked up the telephone. 15 minutes later, the secretary called back. Garde turned around and looked at Roland. ¡°Perhaps, there¡¯s a factory that meets your requirement.¡± ¡°Well, that was fast!¡± Roland said in surprise. ¡°It¡¯s pure luck,¡± Garde returned modestly, although he looked pretty proud of his corporation. ¡°I can take you there if you don¡¯t have any other plan.¡± Chapter 1252 - The Design Bureau of Graycastle Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The factory Garde referred to was situated at a construction site in the southern suburb. Garde offered a ride to Roland, so Roland did not have to drive his battered mini van. In fact, he had a luxurious travel experience. Roland had to admit that the car seat of Garde¡¯s vehicle was even more comfortable than his couch at home. He also loved the iced champagne in the freezer at the rear. It was such an addictive trip. Nevertheless, Roland preferred coke to champagne. Garde drove off the highway and onto a rutted road. At this point, Roland could hear the roars of machineries and see trucks and excavators everywhere. Above the construction site hung a large banner which read, ¡°Clover Construction Corporation Ltd.¡±. A little farther on lay serried towering pile foundation. In response to Roland¡¯s curious look, Garde explained, ¡°The corporation plans to build a modern car dealership for alternative fuel vehicles. Currently, the construction department is responsible for this project. It¡¯ll be later transferred to the manufacture department. It took us a while to get this project approved. We just got the approval a few months ago.¡± No wonder Garcia did not really talk about the demolition of the apartment building anymore recently. The Clover Group had temporarily shifted their focus on something else. ¡°What about the factory?¡± ¡°It¡¯ll be demolished,¡± Garde returned. ¡°It used to be an agricultural machinery plant. Although having gone through several reforms, it eventually failed to keep up with the times. Considering your special request, I¡¯ll save it for you. Although I¡¯m not the superintendent of this project, I¡¯ve already talked to the person responsible for the demolition. He says it¡¯s OK to leave it as it is for now.¡± ¡°What about the staff?¡± Roland asked. He cared more about the recruitment than the venue itself. ¡°Most of them are gone,¡± Garde said while shrugging. ¡°Only an old technician who is about to retire and a dozen workers are still working. They belong to my family. Once the car dealership is officially open, they¡¯ll probably switch to their new roles.¡± Roland could not help thinking that this plan sounded pretty unreliable, but it was better than nothing. He certainly could not open a design bureau full of top designers and experts at once. This was a good start after all. When they finally reached the destination, however, Roland¡¯s heart sank further. What came into his view was a dilapidated plant no larger than 500 square meters. The steel plates on the wall were all rusty. The floor was incubated in thick dust. Roland¡¯s spirit was further oppressed by the dust and grit that lay thick on the machine tools. Apparently, the plant had been deserted for a long time. He followed Garde upstairs and to the manager¡¯s office, from which came the voices of two people. ¡°Sigh, I don¡¯t know when the corporation will demolish this building. I feel like my butt is covered with mold as I sit here days after days.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t that bad to sit here doing nothing. You won¡¯t get a raise in the new company anyway. Perhaps, you¡¯ll have to work overtime every day. I would rather stay here.¡± ¡°What nonsense you¡¯re talking about,¡± an elderly voice cut across them. ¡°Young men like you should be proactive.¡± ¡°Proactivity means nothing¡­ If I could retire now, I would do it immediately.¡± ¡°By the way, Master Xie, you¡¯ll be retiring soon, right? I¡¯ve heard that the boss has asked you several times. I believe he wouldn¡¯t say anything even if you stopped coming here now.¡± ¡°I like it here¡­ I¡¯ve been working here for nearly 30 years. I would like to stay here as long as I can before it¡¯s torn down.¡± ¡°Do you mind me taking some pictures for you?¡± ¡°You brat! Photos can¡¯t be the same!¡± ¡°Hang on, I just heard someone coming ¡ª ¡± Then there was a rustling sound coming from behind the door. By the time Garde¡¯s secretary opened the door, everyone in the room was back to work. Some of them were organizing documents on the desk while others were typing in front of their computers as if they had been busy from the beginning. ¡°M, Mr. Garde, what wind blew you here?¡± Everyone was stunned as they saw Garde. Apparently, the boss they had been talking about was not Garde. It somehow reminded Roland of a governmental official who suddenly showed up at a small village unexpected. ¡°I came to show my friend around,¡± Garde replied and then cast a look at the eldest worker among all. ¡°You¡¯re Master Xie, right? I¡¯ve heard you¡¯ve been working here for several decades?¡± Roland rested his eyes upon this elderly mechanist. He was around 60 years old by his appearance, his hair almost gone, with only a few thin strands of hair clinging to his scalp. A large pair of reading glasses slid off his nose bridge. He looked tiny and withered, with a discolored thermal in his hand. Except for his beedy, glistening eyes, he looked no different than those retired elders in the apartment building. Perhaps, the only thing that this Master Xie took pride in was his length of service. ¡°Yes, you¡¯re right, sir,¡± Master Xie said in a sort of unctuous tone as he massaged his thermal a little restlessly. ¡°I¡¯ve been working in the plant for 29 years, 29 years precisely.¡± Roland¡¯s heart sank to the bottom. Master Xie did not seem very reliable or professional to him. A real master, in his opinion, should be conceited and proud. He was now thinking about recruiting people online. ¡°You did a great job,¡± Garde said smilingly. ¡°My young friend is actually interested in taking over this plant. Show him around and give him a basic idea of this factory.¡± ¡°Al-alright,¡± Master Xie stammered as he gave Roland a surprised look. ¡°But isn¡¯t the plant going to be¡­¡± ¡°If he likes it here, we can leave the plant open.¡± Roland immediately sensed Master Xie¡¯s burning gaze. ¡°How can I address you, sir?¡± ¡°Just Roland.¡± ¡°OK, Mr. Roland, please follow me!¡± Master Xie took Roland down to the plant in great excitement. He was about to introduce the long history of the plant when Roland suddenly interrupted him, ¡°Compared to that, I¡¯m more interested in what you did in the past?¡± ¡°I did pretty much everything¡­¡± Master Xie said with a smile. ¡°I was a fitter at first, and then I was promoted to workshop supervisor. Later, I became the assistant director of the plant. I had to take three or four people¡¯s shifts when it was busy. During the day, I supervised the assembly line, and at night, I taught young workers how to repair machineries. Gradually, my eyesight got worse, so I stopped working at the front.¡± Roland stopped and asked, ¡°Do you have designing experience?¡± Yes, naturally. Although I didn¡¯t go to college, I learned a lot by myself. The plant used to have night school. But pencils and rulers are, after all, incomparable to computers. After the corporation founded a design department, nobody these days look at those drawings anymore.¡± ¡°If I want a caterpillar tractor that is very different from what¡¯s available on the market, are you able to create one?¡± ¡°A tractor? Haha, I¡¯m too familiar with it. I¡¯m not boasting, Mr. Roland. I can make one with my eyes shut as long as you provide me with a few apprentices to assist me.¡± Roland asked in surprise, ¡°Why didn¡¯t the Clover Group assign you to the design department then?¡± ¡°They design on computers now. I¡¯ve heard that everything in the new plant is automatic. Robotic arms and robots do the majority of the work. The staff members in the old plant all went to sales and administration. I can¡¯t do anything there even if they recruited me.¡± There was a hint of melancholy in Master Xie¡¯s voice. However, Roland had now completely changed his previous opinion on this old worker. Who cared that he looked ordinary? An ordinary worker like Master Xie knew exactly how to keep a low profile. What did it matter that he looked a little too homely? A modest team leader was easier to manage. It was totally fine that he did not know about computers. In this way, Roland could hire a bunch of cheap designers. ¡°Very well, very well,¡± Roland said while nodding vigorously. His lips curled up into a satisfied smile. ¡°Huh?¡± Master Xie was utterly bewildered and did not understand why Roland said that. ¡°The plant will remain open,¡± Roland said flatly. ¡°I¡¯ll transform it into a new design bureau, and you¡¯ll be my chief designer.¡± ¡°A design¡­ bureau?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Roland said as he extended out his hand. ¡°Welcome to the Design Bureau of Graycastle.¡± Chapter 1253 - Things of A Wrong Age Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Um¡­ Mr. Roland,¡± Master said after a firm handshake. ¡°What¡¯s that Design Bureau for?¡± ¡°To make everything I want you to make,¡± Roland answered smilingly. ¡°For example, right now, I want you to make a brand new tractor. It must be easy to operate and manufacture, also with a great potential for future modification.¡± ¡°There should have been a lot of tractors like that on the market¡­¡± ¡°I certainly expect more than that. What I just mentioned is just a basic idea,¡± Roland said while shaking his head. ¡°First of all, except for the engine, you must make everything else by yourselves.¡± ¡°Then it¡¯ll cost a lot,¡± Master said while clicking his tongue. ¡°I don¡¯t need a lot of them. It should be around the same price as those handicrafts. I have a few collector friends who¡¯re willing to spend money on them.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± ¡°Also, no automatic machine tools should be used during the manufacture process. Well¡­¡± Roland paused at these words and surveyed the surroundings. ¡°The tools currently used in the plant look fine to me. I need the size and the manufacture method of each spare part. In other words, the Design Bureau should not only make them but also draw the floor plan for the assembly line.¡± Seeing Master Xie look a little worried, Roland added, ¡°Of course, I¡¯ll recruit some students to assist you. You only need to give them work to do.¡± ¡°OK then¡­ It¡¯ll probably take more than half a year to complete the project with just pencils and paper.¡± ¡°The last thing that I¡¯m going to tell you now is the most important one,¡± Roland went on. ¡°You must have creativity.¡± Momentarily stunned, Master Xie asked, ¡°I¡¯m sorry?¡± ¡°For example, the tractor that I want you to make is powered by steam. Therefore, technically, we need a large boiler to store fuels and water. However, in reality, there are no such parts, so you should imagine that it¡¯s powered by nuclear energies, like those in movies.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Master Xie was now totally speechless and astounded. ¡°Given that, you must minimize the impact of those ¡®non-existent parts¡¯ when you make the model. Only in that way can we collect reliable data during the test. Do you understand what I¡¯m saying?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Master Xie thought for a while before he asked gingerly. ¡°You mean that we should imagine it as something that doesn¡¯t belong to this era?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Roland said, grinning. ¡°Do you have any technical difficulties?¡± ¡°In theory, no, but¡­¡± he said hesitantly. ¡°But to tell you the truth, you probably can¡¯t really use it even if we successfully produce such a machine.¡± ¡°That¡¯s exactly what I need. My collector friends don¡¯t really want them to have practical values.¡± Profoundly relieved, Master Xie then asked, ¡°Well¡­ Mr. Roland, what about the salary of the chief designer?¡± ¡°Twice your pension,¡± Roland replied with a smile. After Roland returned to the Garde¡¯s car, Garde put down his wine glass and shrugged. ¡°So, what do you think?¡± ¡°Pretty good. I just don¡¯t know how to calculate the expenses of a factory¡­¡± Roland said courteously. ¡°Forget about those trivial matters. It¡¯s an honor that we Clover Group could help the Martialist Association,¡± Garde said while waving his hand. ¡°I¡¯ll talk to the other executives regarding this project later. From now on, you¡¯re their new boss.¡± It was not hard to leave a factory that was going to be demolished open, as the land and the property still belonged to the Clover Group. All the corporation needed to provide was the salaries of the workers and the expenses for the maintenance of the old machineries. It was obviously a very good deal for the Clover Group, for they earned the trust of the Defender of the Prism City at a minimal cost. Had Roland conducted the project all by himself, he would have needed to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars, and there was no guarantee that he would succeed. Having said that, Roland did not want to miss a single opportunity of using the Clover Group. ¡°Is it really OK? I think we need to at least recruit more people to ensure the smooth operation of the plant. To increase productivity, we also need to work out a reward system, and that¡¯ll cost a lot of money.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Garde pondered for a while and said, ¡°I¡¯ll send a person to help you with the finance. If there¡¯s any extra expense, just let her know. But Mr. Roland, you know the Clover Group won¡¯t approve if you request too much¡­¡± ¡°I understand that you¡¯re not the only person who makes the decision. Don¡¯t worry, I know what I¡¯m doing. Thank you for your help.¡± Sending a finance personnel was also an effective way to minimize risks while also keeping an eye on his spending. ¡°That¡¯s nothing.¡± They clanked the wine glasses. Three days later, the agricultural machinery plant became the Design Bureau of Graycastle. Although it looked as desolate as ever, the workers in there were quite enthusiastic about their new job after being promised they they would get promoted and have a raise. Roland instantly felt a lot relieved after this matter had been settled. He could not help smiling when he thought of the prospective expansion and the grand future of the Design Bureau of Graycastle. Even his work had become more enjoyable. With the help of the Design Bureau, Anna did not neccessarily have to work day and night. She could, instead, put more of her efforts into inventions that she enjoyed much better. Overall, the project brought a lot of benefits. The workers in the Bureau would probably never know that their drawings would one day turn into reality in the other world and become weapons used to perpetuate the glory of the mankind in the bitter war against a foreign race. ¡°What are you laughing at, Your Majesty?¡± Nightingale asked as she revealed herself and cast him a despicable look. ¡°Having fun last night? I hope you didn¡¯t do anything improper in the dream.¡± ¡°How come? Do I look like that kind of person?¡± Nightingale twitched her lips and said, ¡°It¡¯s very understandable. Phyllis told me that the ancient witches don¡¯t really care about it. They view it as something just as normal as sleeping and eating.¡± ¡°¡­ Did she?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m teasing,¡± Nightingale said while squinting at Roland. ¡°So, you were thinking about that, were you?¡± Apparently, this was one of Nightingale¡¯s trap. ¡°I¡¯m impressed with your imagination,¡± Roland said sarcastically as he stared at her. ¡°I¡¯m happy because I solved a big problem. It¡¯s not what you¡¯re thinking.¡± ¡°Hmm, I detect that it¡¯s 95% true. I take it as you¡¯re telling the truth,¡± Nightingale said while spreading out her hands. ¡°Wow, you can round it up to a specific percentage now?¡± ¡°Yes, probably because I use my ability more often, I feel my sense become sharper.¡± ¡°Then what about the left 5%? Just a disclaimer, I didn¡¯t lie.¡± ¡°Perhaps, you aren¡¯t that certain subconsciously,¡± Nightingale sneered. Roland was speechless. He had a feeling that he would eventually fall into Nightingale¡¯s trap if he continued with this conversation. ¡°By the way,¡± Nightingale went on after she ate a piece of dried fish. ¡°You haven¡¯t been staring at the Bloody Moon recently.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right¡­¡± Roland said and suddenly realized that he had not looked up at the sky for a long time. The crimson sphere was still suspended in midair, completely stationary however he looked at it. ¡°Probably because I know that it¡¯s just a hollow of nothingness.¡± Just then, the telephone on his desk rang. It was from the Administrative Office. ¡°Barov? What¡¯s the matter?¡± Roland said after he picked up the receiver. ¡°Your Majesty, the increase in the immigrants exceeds our expection,¡± Barov complained over the telephone. ¡°If things go on like that, we won¡¯t have much money left in the treasury!¡± Chapter 1254 - A Currency Reform Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland passed through a few heavily guarded gates and entered the treasury in the castle district. Back when he had still been in the Border Town, he had only had a few cases of gold royals that were sufficient to maintain the operation of the small town. Since the sale of the steam engines and other magical artifacts, his revenues had increased rapidly and soon reached a peak. With the expansion of his territory, the expenses incurred also increased correspondingly. For the convenience of the Administrative Office, a treasury was built between the castle and the Administrative Office. Although it has heavily guarded, all the directors had access to it as long as they followed an appropriate procedure. This decision had indeed sparked a heated discussion in the beginning. It was unprecedented that a noble spent all his money on the expansion of his territory, let alone allowing other people to access it. At that time, nobody except Barov had known that Roland did not give a damn about his treasures. All he had cared about was the urbanization of the city. For a very long time, the revenues in Neverwinter had been greater than the expenses. Barov had not had a financial issue for quite a while. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Barov, who had been waiting in the treasury, said respectfully. ¡°You see, we only have 12 cases of gold royals left.¡± Normally, there were around 2,000 gold royals in a case, which meant that they currently only had 20,000 gold royals in total. The treasury now looked pretty empty compared to the past. Although there were mounds of silver royals and bronze royals, they were not worth much. ¡°How long will they last?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Based on the current situation, two months at most.¡± ¡°It¡¯s faster than I thought,¡± Roland commented as he raised his brows. ¡°Are most of the spendings on the payrolls?¡± ¡°Yes. The payroll expenses take up more than half of the total expenses. As the population grows too fast, there¡¯s a big increase in the payroll of the construction team and the welding unit. Plus, we have to pay the Chambers of Commerce from the Fjords 4,000 to 5,000 gold royals every month. If we stop this payment, the Administrative Office will be able to manage until we receive the profit of the sale from the Joint Chamber of Commerce ¡ª ¡± ¡°We need people,¡± Roland cut across Barov. ¡°Then¡­¡± Barov said as he massaged his hands nervously. ¡°I remember you said in the last meeting that there was a permanent solution. Is it true?¡± ¡°You still remember,¡± Roland said smilingly as he surveyed the treasury. He had anticipated that this day would come. The treasury was quite spacious and bright. It would be almost the same as an ordinary residence if without the iron bars and the shelves. Therefore, it would be a perfect place to produce notes. ¡°When¡¯s the next payroll due?¡± ¡°In a week.¡± ¡°Store away these gold royals. We don¡¯t need them for the time being,¡± Roland said while nodding. ¡°Come with me to my office. I need to found a new department, and I¡¯ll discuss the details with you when we get there.¡± Although it was a little earlier than Roland had expected, Roland had started preparing for this day half a year ago. He had actually conducted a pilot project by distributing notes to the Witch Union and the Sleeping Spell. The result showed that the witches had no way to forge those testing notes, which indicated that it was now time to replace metal currencies with paper currencies. He could put them into use anytime. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Barov responded. It was obvious that this old governor feared that he would sink into poverty again. After receiving the confirmation, his face lighted up, all the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes smoothened. ¡°By the way, Your Majesty, what¡¯s the name of this new department?¡± ¡°Bank,¡± Roland replied. Five days later, a new notice posted on the bulletin at the central square in Neverwinter created an uproar among the public. The Administrative Office, very surprisingly, sent a person to further explain the notice, which was very rare after the implementation of universal education. The notice also made the headline on the Graycastle Weekly. According to the notice, the king was going to distribute a new type of currency to replace gold royals, silver royals and bronze royals. For the next couple of days, everyone in the kingdom was discussing this currency reform. So were the customers in the hotel where Victor stayed. Victor had planned to return to the Port of Clearwater after the magic movie. However, the appearance of the Bloody Moon disrupted his original plan. Due to disorder and the unstable situation, he immediately changed his plan and decided to stay in Neverwinter for a while. He made this decision not out of his loyalty to the king but because he believed that it would be only worse in other cities. Since the Bloody Moon represented the end of the world, the safest place on this continent would be Neverwinter. Peace was soon restored after the king and the queen came to sooth the masses. With the the police and the garrison cracking down criminals, order was quickly re-established. Victor, as the witness to the incident at the movie theater, was summoned by the police several times for investigation purposes. When he was about to leave the soft arms of his maid and head back to the south, he heard the news of the currency reform. The shock brought about by this new policy was far greater than that by the Bloody Moon. The king was going to abolish the currency system that had been in use since the foundation of the four kingdoms! As a businessman, Victor had not believed it when he had first heard the news. He had thought that they were delirious ramblings of some drunkards. Gold was the most precious metal throughout the four kingdoms as well as foreign countries. How could the king abolish the currency system all of a sudden? Nevertheless, he later confirmed the validity of the information after reading the newspaper brought in by the maid. The rumors circulated among various taverns and pubs also further confirmed the news. The first reform policy was that ¡°All the old currencies shall be replaced by the new currencies. It is mandatory to use the new currencies to conduct transactions in accordance with their face values¡±. This meant that the king could use a piece of paper to purchase all the goods brought into Neverwinter, which was pretty much like robbery. ¡°I saw many people flee the city with their cargo when I came back,¡± Twinkle, who was lying on her stomach on the bed, said apprehensively. Victor was not sure if she was worried that he would leave the city like everyone else or about the Rainbow Stone clothes. Victor managed a bitter smile. Twinkle did not know that his fortunes had been closely tied to the King of Graycastle. Without Miss Leaf providing him with the seeds, he would not be able to expand his brand. Whatever happened next, Victor would not abandon the business in Neverwinter easily. He knew Roland Wimbledon would soon implement this policy throughout the whole nation. The king himself was an excellent businessman with an acute business sense. He had no reason to rob people at the moment to maintain the status quo. At this thought, Victor calmed himself down and read on. The second and third policies concerned the livelihood of the community. ¡°All the salaries in Neverwinter will be paid in the new currencies.¡± ¡°All the transactions in the Administrative Office and the Convenience Market, including but not limited to food and real estates, shall be carried out through the new currencies.¡± The fourth policy was regarding the number of paper notes distributed to the public. ¡°The Administrative Office will offer a long-term currency exchange service that enables residents to exchange their old currencies, namely, gold royals, silver royals and bronze royals, for the new currencies, and vice versa. The Administrative Office will charge a 5% transaction fee for each transaction when residents exchange the new currencies for the old ones.¡± Victor saw the underlying implication behind this policy. It seemed that this policy was made to force foreign merchants to use the new currencies. ¡°Also, the transaction fee could be waived for merchants who have permission from the Administrative Office to run business and who have submitted the application for same.¡± Chapter 1255 - Graycastle "Yuan" Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Below the policy was a sample application form. Applicants not only had to provide their personal information but also their transaction records. Victor skimmed the application form through for several times, and suddenly, the truth flashed across his mind. He finally understood the purpose of the new policies as his eyes shoveled between the fourth and fifth articles. It gradually dawned on him that the king¡¯s true intention of making these two rules was to increase tax revenues! Like most major cities, merchants in Neverwinter had the obligation to pay commercial taxes. However, the problem was that not every merchant abode the rule. Victor never missed a single payment, but tax evasion was actually very common among merchants. He was indeed one of the fews who paid the taxes every time. Merchants who had real estate properties would, more or less, pay taxes partially, but those who leased the premises and traveling merchants almost never paid. Without the previous patrol team who had constantly blackmailed merchants, Neverwinter provided small business owners with a perfect, and even better tax-free zone than Valencia and Eagle City. Because of the great business environment, businesses had soon flourished in the new king¡¯s city within a very short period of time. But now, everything was about to change. The application could waive the currency exchange transaction fee, but applicants would also need to provide their sources of revenues. Then the Administrative Office would deduct taxes from their earnings based on the information on the application form. Was there no other way to evade taxes? There certainly was. Merchants could exchange the new currencies for gold royals and sell their items bought from Neverwinter somewhere else to make up the loss. But this was not a guaranteed solution. Nobody could assure that the revenues would be exactly the same as the expenses. To maintain the business, one should possess more new currencies than the old ones. The only way to achieve this goal was to either exchange new currencies for gold royals or reserve the gold royals for the future. As time progressed, merchants would, inevitably, have a certain amount of new currencies and realize that they were easier to use and carry. Gradually, merchants would exchange new currencies among themselves. They would probably exchange gold royals at first and then slowly, directly use them to purchase goods. This meant that no matter which way merchants chose to go, Neverwinter would always benefit from them! What was clever about this policy was that it did not really prejudice the interests of merchants. In fact, it was quite considerate of merchants¡¯ feelings. The declaration could increase the municipal tax revenues and thereby create a better business environment. On the other hand, legal business owners actually benefited from this policy as well. For merchants who chose to use the new currencies, there would not be much difference. They could still evade taxes and press others to also use the new currencies. Since all transactions in Neverwinter should be conducted via the new currencies, the new currencies would gradually replace gold royals and spread out to the territories beyond the jurisdiction of the King of Graycastle! Victor also noticed that the whole currency reform, as a matter of fact, aimed to take things slow and give people time to get used to the change. Without a doubt, the new currencies would be legally effective as long as the King of Graycastle took control of food in his domain, not only because of the implementation of the currency policies but also because Neverwinter itself was a large market. Merchants who fled the city might not even have truly thought about the policy. It was pretty shortsighted of them to abandon such a lucrative market simply because of the currency reform. Victor used to think that the reform was ludicrous, but now it appeared that it was not as bad as he had thought. As long as King Roland Wimbledon guided the country properly and take appropriate steps, this reform might be a great success. Victor shuddered involuntarily. The currency reform was just the beginning. Once everyone gladly accepted the new currencies, the king would immediately gain immense wealth that no business could ever bring. The nobles who were so good at business in Kingdom of Dawn would probably drop their jaws. The only problem right now was whether someone would forge the new currencies created by His Majesty. Victor thus asked Twinkle to purchase some paper notes from local residents at a price five times the normal price on the payday two days later. He soon found that his fear was unnecessary after he saw the actual notes. ¡°These notes are¡­ so beautiful,¡± Twinkle exclaimed as she toyed with a brand new note. ¡°True,¡± Victor agreed. The new currency looked quite expensive, which was very different from what he had thought. It was soft and durable. Obviously, it was not made of ordinary paper. The most peculiar part was its pattern on the face. There were six kinds of paper notes in total, their face values ranging from 10 to 1,000. The largest value was equal to a gold royal, and one could easily tell from the golden pattern on it. The face values of the rest of the paper notes were 10, 20, 50, 100 and 500 each. A new currency unit ¡°Yuan¡± was used. The colors and patterns of the paper notes varied according to their respective face values. For example, the 1,000 note was printed with the image of the king and the queen. Below printed a line that read ¡°Royal Bank of Graycastle¡±. Although the font was tiny, it was pretty visible to read. Victor drew the notes closer and discovered that the texts and the images on the notes were all comprised of tiny stripes even thinner than hairs. Each stripe was clear and separate from each other, so it was impossible to forge the notes. Victor studied the other notes. The £¤500 note was printed with the image of the Witch Union and the £¤100 plants and workers. The other notes were printed with the Miracle Building, trains, etc. All the notes were printed with the coat of arms of the Graycastle royal family that featured a high tower and two spears on the back. Victor curled up his lips. It was evident that the notes were carefully designed and well made like artwork. Even if they did not have any practical values, Victor was sure that many collectors at the Fjords would be willing to collect them purely for their aesthetic values. This was indeed a very clever strategy. The colorful notes definitely cost a lot, but in a way, they built confidence among the public. Nobody would have believed a piece of paper could replace gold royals. However, if this paper resembled a piece of art, then people would have more confidence in them, although essentially, they were the same thing. Victor put down the notes and heaved a deep sigh. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Twinkle asked curiously. ¡°There will be a drastic change in the business world soon,¡± Victor replied in a low voice. Chapter 1256 - Reception and the New Plan Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°How¡¯s the currency exchange going?¡± Three days after the release of the new currencies, Roland held a director meeting in the castle boardroom to discuss the response of the public to the currency reform. Roland had learned from the history that it was extremely hard to foundamentally change the conception of money and break the tradition that had been observed over the past thousand years. A tiny error might result in an avalanche of disasters. The failure of the currency reform would possibly jeopardize the public¡¯s confidence in the Administrative Office and even the king himself, which had taken Roland so long to build. ¡°Fewer people exchange the currencies then we expected, Your Majesty,¡± Barov said, looking pretty relaxed. ¡°The transaction amount over the past three days is 1,000 gold royals. Considering there will be a lot of changes at the beginning of the reform, we could use the gold royals in the treasury for the time being before everything is stablized.¡± To avoid a bank run, the amount of bank notes printed this time would be equal to the payroll expenses this month. Therefore, even if they were all replaced by gold royals, they would still have two months to print new notes. However, if that happened, it would mean that the reform had failed. ¡°I think your worry is unnecessary, Your Majesty,¡± Barov said smilngly as he stroke his beard. ¡°Most of the subjects would not choose to use new currencies in exchange for old ones, unless it¡¯s absolutely necessary. They don¡¯t want to pay the transaction fee.¡± ¡°But it doesn¡¯t mean that people accept the new currencies,¡± the Minister of Agriculture, Sirius Daly, replied cautiously. ¡°I notice that the sale of food has increased a lot recently in the Convenience Market, including the sale of spice and dried food.¡± Roland was a little taken aback by the unexpected increase. He then smiled and came to the realization that the subjects did not want to pay the transaction fee, so they purchased a great number of life necessities as a backup. In fact, food had once been used as a universal equivalent in the history. Dried food and spices had a long shelf life, so naturally people would buy them in bulk to prepare for any future emergencies. Roland somehow thought of an advertisement which said, ¡°Paper for food. Nothing to lose. What are you waiting for?¡± But Roland was relieved. People were not likely accept the change within a few days. The increase in the sale of goods did not really affect the Administrative Office. There were sufficient wheat, eggs and cheese for the entire Western Region. By the time the Administrative Office received the part of sales profit they were entitled to from the Joint Chamber of Commerce, he would be able to know the result of the currency reform. Roland thus said to Sirius, ¡°That¡¯s fine. Let them buy as much as they like, but you have to keep an eye on them and make sure there¡¯s no shortage of food. As long as residents don¡¯t exceed their personal limit, they can buy whatever they want.¡± The Convenience Market mainly supplied life necessities. It was a store directly controlled and supervised by the government. Residents had to show their identity cards to make the purchase. It was highly unlikely that the city would run out of food, provided that no merchants interfered with the market. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°By the way, what¡¯s merchants¡¯ reaction?¡± Barov replied quickly, ¡°Your Majesty, the merchants in Neverwinter are roughly divided into two groups. Traveling merchants are on the fence about it. Many stores are shut down. Do you think we should¡­¡± he broke off and made a gesture that suggested driving those merchants out of the country. Roland shook his head. It appeared that many business owners resisted the new currencies by closing their shops. He said, ¡°Let them be as long as they don¡¯t break the law. Their lease has not expired yet anyway. It¡¯s up to them to decide whether they should continue with the business. What about the other group?¡± ¡°There was not much feedback from the big Chambers of Commerce at the Fjords. Many are still running their businesses. They asked whether they could use the new currencies to purchase steam engines and paddle steamers. I gave them an affirmative answer as you instructed.¡± A flurry of whispers swept over the boardroom. Apparently, everyone was surprised at this reaction. They were mortified to see that foreign merchants gave more support to the king¡¯s policy than domestic tradesmen. Roland did not really mind that, however. It seemed the Fjords people were more willing to accept new things. For example, Margaret was the first person who had shown an interest in the steam engines and provided financial assistance for the industrialization of the Border Town. ¡°There¡¯s an exception though,¡± Barov said on a cough. ¡°A clothing store named Rainbow Stone remains open. The owner even put up a banner celebrating the currency reform and offers discounts. I¡¯ve heard that residents lined up to buy their clothes.¡± Roland blinked and chuckled. He knew that was Victor Lothar who had requested to collaborate with Leaf. Was it just a bold action or he actually understood the importance of the currency reform? ¡°Very well,¡± Roland said as he looked toward the Minister of Publicity, Honey. ¡°Make a report of that. Trust is now more important than gold.¡± ¡°Got it,¡± Honey said with a nod. ¡°That¡¯s right, trust is more important than gold, Your Majesty,¡± Edith, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. ¡°Please beware of upcoming rumors. I believe it¡¯ll be not long before we hear them.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Barov asked, frowning. ¡°Is there going to be someone attempting to subotage the currency reform?¡± ¡°That¡¯s very normal. Everything has two sides. Merchants who don¡¯t like the paper notes or who simply want to destabilize the government would spread rumors. Do you really think the nobles would submit to His Majesty¡¯s ruling in just two years?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Barov was at a loss for words. They certainly would not. In fact, they were just bidding their time to overturn his sovereign. They did not care whether the demons had invaded the city or not. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Honey and Summer will look after it.¡± ¡°Also, the mining area in the Western Region always needs people,¡± a cold voice said in the boardroom. Although nobody new who said it, everyone could tell the person was serious. Roland surveyed the room and said, ¡°Alright, this is just the beginning. I believe the new currencies will be spread out throughout the whole nation in a few months and replace gold royals. It¡¯s very important to the Battle of Divine Will. Everyone must keep working on it!¡± ¡°As you command!¡± everyone chorused. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Barov said hesitantly, ¡°Can we print so many notes within a few months?¡± ¡°The amount currently available is just enough to pay out salaries, but we can definitely print more. You don¡¯t have to worry about it,¡± Roland returned. Although a note was just a piece of paper, it contained the most advanced technologies in Neverwinter. Considering there was a huge number of gold royals and silver royals that had been accumulated over the past thousands of years, Roland was not going to ask Soraya to take the workload all alone. The pulp used to make bills was mixed with a certain amount of rubber worms¡¯ slimes to enhance the durability of the finished products. The number on the face of the note was actually pre-printed on foils and served as an anti-counterfeiting mark. Only Neverwinter could produce extremely thin foil paper. A new rolling press machine was used to print notes, and the ink used for printing was jointly produced by Darkcloud and Broken Sword. The color was very pigmented and long-lasting, much better than the pigments extracted from plants and minerals. Roland believed that they could last for a very long time before the next printing. Overall, a large part of the manufacture process was completed by ordinary people, whereby the witches only provided raw materials. The production was highly efficient, which made mass production possible. Roland was relieved that he finally carried out this currency reform. Now, he had both men and money, so the problem next was how to utilize these resources and increase productivity. ¡°I have a new project that requires approximately 20,000 to 30,000 people, which is about the population of a major city,¡± Roland said to Barov. ¡°You and the other directors shall work together and draft a plan.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°First of all, the Ministry of Chemical Industry ¡ª ¡± Roland broke off and looked at Kyle Sichi. Apparently, it was time to produce more ammunition. Chapter 1257 - A National Machine Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°I need an additional ammonia plant and a saltpeter plant. You knew that, didn¡¯t you?¡± Roland asked. Agatha and Paper had been working on these two materials, but the production rate was not satisfactory due to the lack of catalysts. Although their method was much better than the original acid-making method that involved saltpeter, they could not further increase the production as a result of limited manpower and magic. After Roland obtained a copy of the complete periodic table of elements, the chemistry laboratory immediately started to make sample elements. With Lucia¡¯s help, the Ministry of Chemical Industry was now able to create a sample for every element on the table, including many rare elements such as platinum and rhodium that were normally used as catalysts in chemical reactions. As long as there were enough people, they could build as many plants as they wanted. Mass production might not be the most efficient way to produce war materials, but the original acid-making method was solely reliant on Agatha¡¯s and Paper¡¯s abilities. Kyle said slowly, ¡°Your Majesty, we¡¯ve already verified the theories through experiments and simulated the acid-making process in a small reaction vessel. As long as we have sufficient manpower, we can start working anytime.¡± ¡°I can offer you all the literate immigrants. You can start after this meeting,¡± Roland said. ¡°Also, I plan to create a new production line for lead-acid batteries.¡± Kyle nodded in comprehension. Perhaps, not many people knew what those things were, but he had learned elementary and intermediate chemistry by heart and certainly understood what Roland was talking about. Lead-acid batteries were also known as storage batteries. It was not even that hard for the Alchemist Workshop to make them, since the only materials required were lead, lead dioxide, and dilute sulfuric acidm, let alone the current Ministry of Chemical Industry. Plus, the experiment on electrolytes with a light bulb was a classic experiment in high school chemistry. The strength of storage batteries was that they could be recharged by supplying water regularly. There was no technical difficulty whatsoever in producing lead and lead dioxide. The reasons that he had not produced them earlier were that they rarely needed storage batteries and had insufficient manpower. ¡°How many do you need approximately¡­¡± Kyle asked as he produced a notebook. ¡°Around 100 per month,¡± Roland replied. Storage batteries would be mainly used to start off piston engines for the biplanes. As the biplane was the most advanced industrial product in Neverwinter, it was unacceptable that it took so long for the plane to take off. Roland attributed this drawback to the lack of manpower. However, with the influx of a great number of immigrants, they could now eliminate this defect. With so many additional people, they could literally do whatever they wanted. ¡°We would only need around 10 people to finish this small project,¡± Kyle commented sagely as he stroked his beard. ¡°Of course, we still need Queen Anna¡¯s help to manufacture other parts like lead plates and shells.¡± ¡°If you could provide me with detailed drawings, the Ministry of Industry has no issue with that,¡± Anna said while nodding. ¡°Then please give me a few days to think it over, and I¡¯ll send you the drawings shortly.¡± Roland sipped his tea in satisfaction. After years of education and training, there were now many talented people in the Administrative Office. It was very common that a project involved various departments. For many projects, Roland only had to provide his advice here and there in the very beginning, and his ministers would finish the rest. ¡°Now, the Ministry of Industry shall ¡ª ¡± After the war of Taquila, Roland realized that there were a lot of things that needed to be improved. Now, he finally got an opportunity to do so. First was the fighting capacity of the infantries. Roland called it the ¡°General Purpose Machine Gun Plan¡±. The basic idea was to produce a lighter version of Mark I type HMG with a simpler structure. The barrel and rack should be separate so that the weapon could be more portable. A cartridge should be used to enable soldiers to open fire immediately in the event of an attack. In that case, soldiers would be able to suppress the Senior Demons and earn time for the anti-demon grenade unit. Since there would not be much change in the gun structure, the only way to reduce the weight would be switching over to a lighter material, aluminium alloy and plastic made from the slimes of rubber worms, for instance. Both of the two materials were not manufactured on a large scale, but the production of the biplanes required a lot of them. Therefore, they would not produce many new machine guns. But it was better than nothing. Plus, the Aerial Knight also needed machine guns, so this project was very necessary. As far as Roland saw, the First Army could still remain in a superior postion in the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart without upgrading their guns. Only the elite unit, who usually took on special missions such as scouting, covering and rescue, would need such an advanced weapon. Also, the semi-automatic rifle invented by Van¡¯er was in the process of mass production. Every five soldiers would have a ¡°Van¡¯er Rifle¡±. The reason that Roland did not change all the bolt rifles was logistics. Since the linkage was left in the air, the rifle was not actually very durable. It could easily get jammed after multiple shots. However, the ¡°Van¡¯er Rifle¡± could effectively increase the firepower. The next project that Roland had in comtemplation was the biplane. After four months of intense tests, the first generation of biplanes was finally put into use and was named the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡±. Although this new model was very similar to the ¡°Unicorn¡±, and its structure was not extremely complicated, it was still unrealistic to ask ordinary workers to manufacture and assemble it. As for the production of the engine, it was still reliant on Anna¡¯s ability. Having said that, Roland still planned to gather the top workers in the industrial zones to tackle these potential problems. These people had elevated themselves from apprentices who used to flail hammers to excellent machine tool operators. It was also a good time to test how far the industrialization of Neverwinter had gone in the three years after the establishment of the first steam engine plant. The only way to suppress the Devilbeasts was to dominate the sky. The ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± was obviously just the beginning of this magnificent endeavor. The last project Roland had in mind was regarding the new Spidery Monstrous Beast. Roland planned to create a small-caliber cannon larger than the mortars but smaller than the Longsong Cannons to repel the Monstrous Beasts. The caliber should be around 75 milimeters. It could be easily carried on horses and by soldiers, and Hummingbird did not necessarily have to reduce its weight. It was not difficult to make such a cannon. Roland only needed a few workers from the cannon plant. However, before that, he had to first create a sample cannon and test it out. He had discussed these prospective projects with Anna numerous times in private. They soon reached a mutual understanding without any unncessary explanation. This would be the grandest manufacturing project in Neverwinter in the history of time, for the project involved nearly 10 plants and a workforce of 20,000 and 30,000 people. With the implementation of the immigration campaign, the industrialization in Neverwinter would become even more intense and rapid. A machine titled ¡°nation¡± was set in motion. Chapter 1258 - Air Combat Maneuver Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The students in the Aerial Knight Academy were busy training. All the trainer aircrafts were spreading out in a line at the end of the runway, and the 30 official trainees were listening to Princess Tilly¡¯s instructions. A little farther on, students who had not passed the exam or those who had recently joined the team were sitting near the runway, waiting to watch the next round of trial flights. ¡°From today onwards, your training will enter a new phase!¡± Tilly proclaimed as she paced back and forth in front of the students who were a lot taller than her. ¡°Now, tell me what you¡¯ve learned over the past one month! Start from Patter!¡± ¡°Lifting, Your Highness!¡± the students named Patter replied in excitement. ¡°Next.¡± ¡°Hovering!¡± ¡°Magic Movie!¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°No¡­¡± the student faltered. ¡°I mean balance training, Your Highness!¡± ¡°Strange¡­¡± Finkin muttered. ¡°Princess Tilly seems to be nicer these days.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Hinds said under his breath. ¡°She won¡¯t exempt you from punishment if you make a mistake. Don¡¯t you remember? We just cleaned the bathroom for a month.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sayiing that,¡± Finkin mumbled as he looked toward Good. ¡°What do you think?¡± Good nodded and said, ¡°I have the same feeling.¡± He could sense that Princess Tilly had been somehow very anxious for a long time, possibly because of the poor performance of the aerial knight trainees. There were only 30 people out of 200 students who had passed the exam. Another reason was that there were only six usable planes in the hanger. The rest of them were all crashed during the training. Like the instructor Eagle Face had said, one plane was even more expensive than a ship, which normally cost thousands of gold royals. No wonder Princess Tilly were so sulky and ill-tempered. Nevertheless, the situation seemed to have changed a bit. Although Princess was still quite strict with them, she was less sullen. But they still crashed a lot of planes every day. Finkin, it¡¯s your turn,¡± someone reminded him. Finkin erected himself and said, ¡°Discipline, Your Highness, I learned the importance of discipline!¡± ¡°And also responsibility!¡± Hinds shouted. There was an uproar of laughter. ¡°I told Princess Tilly a long time ago that we should send these guys to the army and tame them first.¡± ¡°Suck it up. They¡¯re all civilians.¡± The other students exchanged murmurs. Apparently, the news that Finkin, Hinds and Good had been ordered to clean the bathroom for a month as a punishment had been spread throughout the whole school. However, students who used to be civilians simply made fun of them. Those who despised them most and would like to send them to the North Slope Mine were mostly soldiers from the First Army. Tilly did not say anything but continued, ¡°Next.¡± Good replied solemnly, ¡°Passion.¡± Another flurry of whispers swept over the crowd. ¡°What nonsense he¡¯s talking about?¡± ¡°Perhaps he couldn¡¯t think of anything else¡­¡± Good had thought Princess Tilly would not be satisfied with his answer, but she quickly turned away from him to the next student after a short pause. After everyone supplied an answer, Tilly nodded and said, ¡°You haven¡¯t received much training, but you did learn a lot! Now, what you need to do is to apply what you¡¯ve learned to the subsequent training. You have to be strong and use the flying techniques you¡¯ve learned!¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± everyone shouted together. ¡°Now, I¡¯m going to divide you into two groups of three units to have a mock battle! The rule is very simple. If you could successfully confine the activity of the opponent party to your shooting range for 10 seconds without being shaken off, I take that you hit the target. You only learned firing at a fixed target on the ground before. Now, you¡¯ll learn what an aerial battle looks like in reality!¡± Everyone got excited about the news. ¡°Your, Your Highness!¡± a student yelled while raising his hand. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°The gun is¡­ unloaded, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°What a fool,¡± Finkin laughed. ¡°Of course it¡¯s unloaded,¡± Tilly said while shaking her head. ¡°Actually there¡¯s no gun¡­ The one mounted on the plane is just a model, so you don¡¯t need to worry that you¡¯ll shoot your schoolmates after you pull the trigger.¡± All the students guffawed. ¡°Plus, it¡¯s far more complicated to shoot in the air than on the ground. Taking the aim doesn¡¯t necessarily mean you¡¯ll hit the target. Even with bullets, you¡¯ll most likely miss the target,¡± Tilly said while shrugging. ¡°Any other questions?¡± Good now confirmed that Princess Tilly did have changed. She would not have had such a relaxed look in the past. ¡°I, I have a question,¡± Finkin said as he raised his hand and cast a look at the students from the First Army after he got the permission. ¡°Your Highness, how do we know that we win? What if the other party doesn¡¯t yield even if we successfully hold them back?¡± The students had never fought a real aerial battle, but they had learned its basic idea in the class. If an aerial knight wanted to defeat his enemy, he should make every effort to take the aim and hold him back. There were machine guns at the rear. Yet due to the limited shooting angles, these machine guns were simply used to help the aerial knight to shake off enemies. ¡°I¡¯ll make the judgement accordingly,¡± Tilly said and brought in two women. ¡°They¡¯re my special guests. They¡¯ll watch your every move, so don¡¯t you think you could cheat.¡± ¡°¡­ That¡¯s Ms. Sylvie.¡± ¡°The other one seems to be the butler of the Sleeping Spell..¡± Good heard the students from the First Army murmur behind him. ¡°The trainees over there are not only watching,¡± Princess Tilly continued. ¡°Do you see the flags they¡¯re waving? We have six planes, each marked with a number. Once you take off, they¡¯ll use the color flags to indicate your status. Green means normal and red being shot down. If you see your number turn red, then you should leave the battlefield and return to the airport. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Very well. Now, I¡¯m going to divide the group.¡± Surprisingly, Princess Tilly had already drafted a list beforehand. Good and Finkin were on the same team. Their number was two. ¡°This is it. I¡¯ll leave you to decide who operates the aircraft and who fires. Team 1, 2 and 3 shall take off in 15 minutes. Don¡¯t hover in the air. Then Team 3, 4 and 5 take off. Once all the teams are in the air, the mock battle officially begins!¡± Tilly said while clapping her hands. ¡°Show me what you¡¯ve learned!¡± Good clenched his fists. His heart was pounding frantically in his chest. ¡°Did you notice that?¡± Finkin said as he drew close. Good exclaimed. Princess Tilly did not divide the group randomly. The first three teams were all constituted of civilians while the other three were comprised of students from the First Army. Apparently, Princess Tilly wanted to know who was better! ¡°That¡¯s perfect,¡± Finkin said as he rubbed his nose. ¡°I¡¯ve had enough with them. Since we¡¯re aerial knights, let¡¯s fight it out in the air!¡± Good did not really care about the outcome of the mock battle. He only hoped that he could fly as much as he could so that he could enjoy the flight a bit longer. Good peered down at his trembling hands. They were resonating with him. He felt a warmth lance through his body as he thought that his hands would sooon reach onto the lever. ¡°I¡¯ll be the pilot. You do the firing,¡± Finkin said as he patted Good on the shoulder. ¡°You know I won¡¯t accept that,¡± Good returned instantly. They stared at each other for quite a while before Finkin said resignedly,¡± Alright. We do the old way.¡± There was a very popular method to resolve a conflict. Nobody knew where it came from. Somebody said it was invented by the Witch Union while the other believed it was a creation of His Majesty. Regardless, this method worked pretty well. ¡°Rock, scissors, paper!¡± ¡°I won!¡± Good said triumphantly as he withdrew his hand. Finkin looked at his fist in disbelief and finally conceded gruffly, ¡°I¡¯ll let you fly this time. We¡¯ll have a lot of opportunities in the training.¡± The two men thus walked up to the biplane and boarded to the corresponding plane. ¡°You can do it!¡± Hinds said as he eyed them in a pretty ostensible manner on the runway. He was not listed, so naturally he wished them good luck. ¡°You¡¯ll soon see that we didn¡¯t train for nothing,¡± Finkin said as he pulled on the goggles and gave him a thumbs-up. The stairwell were soon removed, and the propeller was set in motion as the handle started to spin rapidly When the piston started to move and was connected to the gas, Good felt that the whole aircraft was injected into life. ¡°All clear. OK to take off!¡± the ground staff saluted. Good raised his arm and returned a perfect salute. ¡°Aircraft No. 2, go!¡± The biplane slid onto the runway, accelerated, and soared into the sky against the sea breezes. Chapter 1259 - A Battle in the Air Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In the roar of the machineries, the three planes of Team No. 1 took off in succession. ¡°Who do you think will win?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°¡­ Well, do you want to make a bet? One bottle of Chaos Drink for the winner,¡± Sylvie asked hesitantly. ¡°That¡¯s fine. Just make a guess.¡± Slyvie looked profoundly relieved. ¡°I bet on Team No. 2. They¡¯re all from the First Army, right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Tilly said with a nod. ¡°Camilla, what about you?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t really care, Your Highness,¡± Camilla Dary sighed. ¡°Although these aircrafts look amazing, we need 30 aerial knights to fight 10 Devilbeasts. Even if we have twice the students we currently have, the result won¡¯t change much. I don¡¯t think you should put too much effort into it.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just the beginning,¡± Tilly replied smilingly. ¡°When I first came to Neverwinter, there were only a handful of plants along the river. Now, these plants stretch all the way to the Shallow Port. Plus, the Devil beasts haven¡¯t changed a bit compared to 400 years ago, but these artifacts have upgraded a lot of times over the past half a year. Who knows what they¡¯ll become of in the future?¡± After a moment of silence, Camilla said, ¡°You always have your reason, but you also have to take care of the Sleeping Spell. I¡¯ve been here for too long.¡± ¡°Sorry. I made you worry.¡± ¡°No, Your Highness ¡ª ¡± ¡°I know,¡± Tilly said sincerely. ¡°You should have left Neverwinter after the war up in the north, but you stayed because of me. Thank you, Camilla. I¡¯m OK now.¡± The two witches stared at each other for a few seconds, and then Camilla broke the silence and said with a nod, ¡°I see. But I can¡¯t manage the Sleeping Spell all by myself. Please pay them a visit when you¡¯re available. Those witches are still waiting for you.¡± ¡°¡­ They still don¡¯t want to come to Neverwinter?¡± ¡°No. Some of them suffered too much, and they¡¯re afraid to come.¡± Although only a few witches chose to stay, it indicated that their dark memories of the past still had a certain influence on them. Perhaps, they would never forget about this pain. ¡°I¡¯ll go back after we win the Battle of Divine Will,¡± Tilly confirmed. ¡°What if we lose?¡± Just then, the planes of Team No.2 flitted across the runway. Tilly didn¡¯t answer but simply gave Camilla a faint smile. ¡°The battle has started¡­ Come!¡± ¡­ ¡°Hey, do you think Princess Tilly can really watch over the six planes at a time?¡± Finkin yelled. Air currents seared through the plane and whistled around his ears. He had to shout at the top of his lung to ensure that his words were heard. Because of the wind, the cabin was extremely noisy. ¡°That¡¯s Her Highness¡¯ business!¡± Good hollered back as well. He noticed that four numbers out of the six had turned green, which meant that Team No. 2 was taking off. Since they were not allowed to hover above the academy, the three planes of Team No. 1 all flew toward the sea. Good could not see where the fourth, fifth and sixth planes were at the moment, but undoubtedly, their opponent must have figured out where they were heading. They certainly would not follow them immediately, as it took time to rise and accelerate. It was not advisable to reckless enter the territory of the planes that had taken off first and get shot. ¡°I feel so nervous at the thought that Her Highness is watching me! If she knows how to take aims, she¡¯ll look in the same direction as me. Doesn¡¯t it mean that she¡¯s right in my ¡ª ¡± At that precise moment, the plane plummeted. Finkin, who had been interrupted,bellowed, ¡°What the heck are you doing? Can¡¯t you fly better?¡± ¡°I¡¯m saving you, you idiot! If Her Highness can aim the target as well, she can also see you gossiping behind her. Then you¡¯ll feel very lucky to work in the mine!¡± Finkin immediately shut up. Good surveyed the surroundings through the crack between the wing and the body of the plane. He could only see a distant black dot drifting along the horizon. The other plane on the team was completely out of sight. Apparently, everyone was acting on their own. Princess Tilly actually did not teach them how to fight in the air except for a few basic theories. He had to rely on his own judgement. Perhaps, even Princess Tilly did not know how to conduct an aerial battle, since this was entirely new, and they needed to start from scratch. As there were no rules, he could fly to a spacious area and wait for his enemy to make contact with him. After a moment of reflection, Good changed the direction and flew toward the Shallow Port. ¡°Oi, where are you going?¡± ¡°To the west. I¡¯m going to fly round the plants!¡± ¡°Fly around? Why not just wait for them here?¡± ¡°Then we won¡¯t be able to control the pace of the battle!¡± Good yelled as he made the turn. ¡°Think! How are they going to fly?¡± Good did not care about the result, but he knew that the winner could fly longer. ¡°How? They¡¯ll rise and speed up, and then they¡¯ll come after us!¡± That was right. As they did not know when the second team would be ready to launch an attack, they had to defend themselves and get prepared, just like soldiers at the front waiting for their enemies to charge. There was one way that could ensure him to get an advantageous position. That was to draw the opponent¡¯s attention to the ocean. It was easy to spot the target running on an open field. However, things were different in the sky. He could run in all directions. ¡°If they can¡¯t see us but we can see them, then we can break the tie!¡± Good shouted. ¡°You don¡¯t think they¡¯ve received less training than us, do you?¡± ¡°Haha, I see!¡± Finkin said as he patted Good on the shoulder heartily. ¡°I thought I was clever. I didn¡¯t expect that you play even dirtier than me! But I like it. Let¡¯s do it!¡± Good rolled his eyes. ¡°Play dirty¡­¡± He was not sure if he should take it as a compliment. He thus started to descend while at the same time accelerating. The plane dropped behind the cliff, and its wheels brushed past the ships¡¯ masts. The sailors on the ships all stared at the plane in astonishment. When the plane streaked past the Shallow Port, a loud wave of cheers broke over the dock. Those immigrants, however, all goggled at the sky, terrified. There was even a commotion when the refugees got off the ships. ¡°Don¡¯t fly too low, otherwise the police will make a complaint, and we¡¯ll have to clean the bathroom for another month again!¡± Finkin reminded. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I think that would do,¡± Good said as he slowly pulled the lever, and the plane gradually left the horizon and headed toward the industrial zone to the west of the airport. The industrial zone was enveloped by smoke all the year round, so their opponent was not likely to rise from there. ¡°Hmm?¡± Tilly, who was watching through the Eye of Magic, exclaimed in surprise. ¡°Did they¡­ escape?¡± Sylvie asked since she also noticed something unusual. ¡°They probably don¡¯t want to wait any longer,¡± Tilly said with a faint smile playing upon her lips. Through the Magic Eye, Tilly could see everything clearly in the sky. The three biplanes of Team No. 2 had all taken off. Unlike Team No. 1, the students from the First Army did not fly to the sea to look for their opponent but continued to hover in the north before they headed to the south together. It took them a long time to assemble but the three planes all stayed close to each other. ¡°Interesting,¡± Tilly muttered to herself. She did not teach the students how to fight in the air, nor did she remind them of the airspace and formations. In other words, they made their own decisions. Beyond a doubt, no matter who won today, she would have some useful information regarding air combat to add to the Flight Manual. ¡°Just as I thought, they aren¡¯t here,¡± Good said after he confirmed it was all clear. He pressed hard on the gas, and the plane crept up with an earsplitting roar. After the howl of the wind died down, he flew straight ahead toward the southeast. There was no landmark in the sky. Even if the second team spot them, they would think that the tiny black dot they saw was but an eagle. Plane No. 2 flew in a circle and returned to the Aerial Knight Academy. However, just at that moment, the three planes of Team No. 2 entered the territory above the Swirling Sea and dashed toward the target closest to them! Chapter 1260 - Passion Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Tilly noticed that the first team dispersed as they saw their opponent approach. Plane No. 1 and Plane No. 3 flew in two different directions in an attempt to flank the second team. Team No. 2 managed to maintain their formation and continued to approach Plane No. 1, which was the one closest to them. As a consequence, Plane No. 1 was besieged by the three planes all at once. Through the Magic Eye, Tilly could see the nervous look on the pilot¡¯s face. Under such circumstances when the second team was flanked, the pilot of Plane No. 1 could have shot down one of the three planes before the second team shot him down. However, the pilot was apparently in a panic, for he pressed upon the left pedal after a moment of contemplation and tried to avoid the upcoming attack. At this point, the two parties were only 500 meters from each other. The second team immediately changed the direction and started the chase. The pilot of Plane No. 1 exercised all his efforts to shake his opponent off. Like Tilly had said in her opening statement, the pilot applied everything he had learned to this maneuver. This pilot must have worked very hard, for he seemed to have become quite proficient in plane operation after just one month of training. Nevertheless, the students from the First Army were not bad either. They managed to stay close to the other team after Plane No. 1 dived and made a sharp turn. Since they outnumbered their opponent, they did not have to keep an eye on the other party constantly. The other party, however, had to watch every move of the three planes. As a result, Plane No. 1 dropped and slowed down. Seeing there was no way to escape, the pilot turned about abruptly and streaked toward the oncoming Plane No. 3. The second team, in the meantime, found a perfect opportunity to shoot Plane No. 1. Plane No. 6 plummeted and zoomed toward the tail of Plane No. 1 at a downward angle of 30 degrees. The machine gunner of Plane No. 1 had seen that the opponent plane was coming, and the pilot had tried his best to avoid the shot, but he could not escape the attack anymore. It only took 10 seconds. Tilly nodded in satisfaction and said, ¡°Red flag for Plane No. 1!¡± It was not until then that Plane No. 3 joined the team. Plane No. 6 was still climbing, and the other two planes, Plane No. 4 and Plane No. 5, were both in a superior position. It appeared that the first team had run into a disgusting dilemma. ¡ª if, though, they excluded Plane No. 2 aloft in the air from the team. Tilly rested her eyes on the area above. ¡°I saw them!¡± Finkin exclaimed as he poked out his head from the seat and leaned dramatically against the body of the plane. ¡°Hang on. Plane No. 1 is down!¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°The number on the airport has turned red, but they¡¯re still fighting!¡± ¡°That¡¯s because they haven¡¯t noticed it yet,¡± Good replied, frowning. It seemed that his team members were weaker than he had anticipated. ¡°What about Plane No. 3?¡± ¡°If I¡¯m correct, that black dot coming this way should be it!¡± Finkin hollered. ¡°Mate, they¡¯re in a mess. It¡¯s time to join them now!¡± ¡°Just a minute¡­ Turn around. Do you see the sun?¡± Finkin looked backward and was instantly blinded by the sunlight. ¡°I was right! I knew you¡¯d bean excellent pilot. We¡¯re right in the sun. I can¡¯t open my eyes!¡± ¡°That¡¯s because you lost the game,¡± Good thought to himself as he shook his head and pressed down the lever. ¡°In that case, let¡¯s go!¡± ¡°Yayyyyy!¡± Finkin howled in excitement. The roar of the radial engine overpowered the whistling wind. The plane shook violently as it zoomed against the air currents. Good felt his whole body tremble in exhilaration. He was now a charging knight! The whole sky was beneath him! As the pilot of Plane No. 3 had directed all his attention to the slowest plane in Team No. 2, the other two opponent planes started to come after Plane No. 3. It was not until they darted toward their prey in the golden drops of sun rays that they realized there was another plane cracking through the air behind them. They should have ditched their team members and shot down Plane No. 3 first, but they hesitated, which earned Finkin time to take the aim. By the time the two planes in Team No. 2 realized it, it was already too late. Good brushed past Plane No. 4 and swiftly turned to Plane No. 5. He had been aiming at Plane No. 4 when he was plunging, although he was not certain whether he could successfully shoot it down. Nevertheless, Princess Tilly made the rules, and he trusted her completely. Good knew his team members could be knocked out of the team anytime, so he must be fast. Four biplanes thus threw themselves in a bitter and intense battle, and the situation became precarious. Good could even see the livid face of the machine gunner on Plane No. 5. Although Good had explosed himself, he was much faster. After several rounds of chase and run, Good finally found time to take aim. While he was about to ask Finkin to fire, Finkin blurted out. ¡°The number for Plane No. 5 turned red!¡± Almost at the same time, Plane No. 3 was shot down too. Now, there were only Plane No. 6 and him left on the battlefield. Perhaps, the pilot in Plane No. 3 was too nervous when flanked by the two planes from the other team and thus let Plane No. 6 slip and catch up with them. ¡°What the heck are those guys doing? They didn¡¯t shoot any of the planes down!¡± Finkin complained gruffly as he turned the machine gun. ¡°Now, it has become one against three!¡± ¡°We used them as a decoy in the first place,¡± Good said airily. ¡°Well, there¡¯s also another possibility, that is, that Plane No. 6 is a hard nut to crack.¡± His prediction was confirmed. No matter which direction he chose to go, Plane No. 6 immediately caught up without giving him a single chance to escape. He had to move constantly, otherwise the opponent would shoot him down before Finkin did. ¡°Damn it,¡± Finkin muttered irritably. ¡°Can¡¯t you fly a little faster?¡± ¡°I¡¯m doing what I can!¡± ¡°We¡¯ll be killed if things go on like this. Do something! How about flying to the port? We can take refuge from the sailing ships!¡± ¡°If we crash into the ships carrying refugees, what do you think will happen?¡± ¡°Er¡­ we¡¯ll be executed,¡± Finkin said, deflated. ¡°Then forget it. At least, we aren¡¯t the first ones that get kicked out. We¡¯re doomed, unless there¡¯s wind sending us up.¡± ¡°Wind¡­¡± Good muttered in a daze and suddenly came up with a solution. ¡°You¡¯re right. I know how to get our way out!¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Do you remember the upwind near the cliff?¡± The wind from the Swirling Sea changed constantly, especially the one close to the beach. Because of the cliff, the air currents went around the precipice and turned into a gust of upwind. One could hear it whistling rymthically upon the cliff. Finkin stiffened for a second after realizing what Good was talking about. ¡°Are you crazy? You never know if there¡¯s an upwind or not. If you get too close to the cliff, you¡¯ll easily crash the plane!¡± The upwind only confined to a certain area. Beyond that specific area, they¡¯ll dissipate into the sea breezes. Due to the bumpy surface of the cliff, the wind could go in any directions. Therefore, it was even harder to maneuver the plane through the upwind than passing through the ships. ¡°I have to give it a shot. Just a little bit of wind and we¡¯ll be able to shot up in the air!¡± Good said as he quickly dropped and zoomed toward the Aerial Knight Academy. Plane No. 6 hesitated for a moment and also accelerated. ¡°How do you know when the upwind will come?¡± Finkin asked incredulously. ¡°The ships carrying refugees will tell me!¡± Good returned as he continued to drop. The plane was getting closer and closer to Plane No. 6. After a wide turn, it almost leveled the horizon. Many students would think that he had lost the game at this point, although the plane was still running at a tremendous speed. It was clear that he had nowhere to go. He was now within the shooting range of his opponent. ¡°Clock the time!¡± Good bellowed. ¡°I think we still have eight seconds! Six, five, four ¡ª ¡± Finkin counted through his teeth. In the meantime, Good was also keeping an eye on a ship coming toward the Shallow Port, yet he was not looking at the flag or the sail but the birds perched upon its mast. The flag and the sail were rippling in the air, so it was impossible for him to tell the wind power from them.However, the birds could capture the slightest change in the wind. As though sensing something, the birds flapped their wings and descended from the mast before they flew toward the cliff. For a moment, they strongly resembled agliding ¡°Seagull¡±. Good had noticed earlier that birdsliked to travel between ships and the cliff. It seemed that they could soar in the sky without necessarily flapping their wings! The moment the birds reached the edge of the cliff, Good rose abruptly. It was actually a very dangerous move because of the dramatic elevation angle. However, at this moment, the birds suddenly surged as though an invisible hand had been supporting them. There came the wind. In an instant, Good heard a piercing whistle. Against the gust of wind, the plane shook tremulously. It again accelerated and, miraculously, shot up into the air and reversed. The whole world turned upside down. For a split second, time froze. Good saw Plane No. 6 flash below him, totally unprepared. The pilot sitting in there looked up at him in astonishment. Somewhere in the distance, a pack of birds leaped out of the horizon, their white wings forming a stairwell leading to Heaven. He had not lied to Her Highness. His passion for flying grew every day after he joined the Aerial Knight reserve. He was addicted to flying. This was what impressed Good most among all he had learned. Now, the situation had changed. Chapter 1261 - A City Beyond Understanding Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Such a brilliant battle,¡± Sylvie commented involuntarily. U.p.dated. by boxnovel.com ¡°Yes,¡± Tilly agreed smilingly and cast an airy look at Camilla. In the end, even Camilla was fascinated by the battle and started to watch the two biplanes attentively. When Plane No. 2 successfully shook off its opponent with the help of the upwind, Tilly knew there would soon be a winner. However, the result was not important anymore. She saw what she wanted. For example, when a plane was outnumbered and cornered, the dominant party took control of the air space and the pace of the battle. Nevertheless, this was not an inflexible rule. The outcome of the battle was always subject to change depending on the dynamics between the two parties. By changing formations and tactics, the party in disadvantage could also defeat the party taking control. Given that, teamwork seemed to be extremely important when fighting even more cunning Devilbeasts. Another thing she had noticed was that the plane above had a better chance to win. Therefore, the best way to start a battle would be that one unit held the Devil beasts back while the other fired from above. What she needed to work on now was the air force formations and how many planes that should be included in one unit. But Tilly understood that training was different from a real battle. She still had to experience a real battle before she decided what to write in the Flight Manual. Tilly was pleased that the students learned even faster than she had expected. Based on the current rate, the aerial knights could probably fight in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter by the time the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± went into production. She would definitely not miss such a perfect opportunity to seek revenge. The ¡°Unicorn¡± was simply a trainer aircraft. She believed that Roland was now making a brand new fighter aircraft for her. She should visit the castle and remind him once more after the training. At this moment, the last plane finally landed on the airport. The students and the spectators all burst into cheers and applauded. ¡°Now I know why you divided the group in this way,¡± Sylvie said quietly. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect it would work so well. I thought I¡¯d have to wait for another half a month,¡± Tilly said with a smile as she waved at Eagle Face and handed him a list. ¡°Well, let the next group get ready.¡± Tilly looked toward the north. Soon, she would have the demons to pay for what they had done. ¡­ The ship produced a long, deep whistle. It indicated there was another ship coming in this way. Manfeld heard this kind of whistle every hour, and it became increasingly frequent after he entered the territory of Graycastle. Now, he could hear them pretty much every half an hour, and the interval between each whistle was getting increasingly shorter. He had never known that Graycastle had such developed marine technologies. It was commonly believed among the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart that Graycastle was a country vast in territory with few resources. Its land was as infertile and thin as that in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. The Kingdom of Dawn was the wealthiest country on this continent. However, it seemed that this was not true. Stories could go awry in the retellings from one village to another, let alone that these rumors were circulated between two kingdoms. One thing that Manfeld could ascertain was that Graycastle had indeed defeated the church. This fact alone was sufficient to prove that the King of Graycastle did know how to play political games. But he did not know exactly when he would arrive at Neverwinter, this mysterious city. Manfeld yawned languidly at this thought. The long voyage was more relaxing than he had thought. The ship did not immediately head to the next port after it reached the north of the Kingdom of Dawn. Instead, the crew cleaned the crowded cabin a little bit and asked passengers who suffered severe seasick to get off the ship and travel by land. The rest of the passengers thus had plenty of time to take a rest. The residents in the Kingdom of Dawn had even built many temporary buildings at the dock area as if they had prepared for the arrival of the refugees. Their services in collaboration with the Graycastle men were seamless. Had Manfeld not seen the flags of the Kingdom of Dawn upon the city, he would have thought this was a part of Graycastle. Apparently, the two kingdoms had reached a sort of agreement. Manfeld was not sure at what cost King Roland Wimbledon had persuaded them to help him. It had only taken him a week to recover from his injuries, and he had not used the strange pill given by the two ladies ever since. Manfeld wondered how they were doing now. His hand reached for the pill in his pocket when he thought about the two women. Although they were emaciated and dirty, there was a hint of hidden beauty underneath their straggly hair. If they had put themselves together and dressed themselves up, they should have looked pretty stunning. Manfeld hoped that the two women could reach the destination and become freemen. In that way, they could cut ties with their dismal past and live a brand new life. Suddenly, Manfeld heard a strange buzz, as though something was flying above him. Then, running footsteps came from the cabin on the upper level. ¡°Be quiet!¡± ¡°What are those guys doing? I can¡¯t sleep!¡± Someone complained at once. Manfeld slid off his bed and peeped out of the porthole. If he was right, those footsteps came in the same direction of the buzzing sound. Nothing was changed. The sky was as blue as ever, and the vast ocean stretched away before him. A few big birds were chasing each other in the sky. ¡°Hang on. What kind of birds are they?¡± Manfeld rubbed his eyes and could not believe what he saw. When the ¡°birds¡± were perpendicular to the horizon, he could see their unusually sharp wings and tails, which made them look not remotely like real birds! When they brushed past the ship, Manfeld could finally ascertain that this was not his imagination. They were not real but artifacts made of metal. What was more incredible was that the machines were manned! For a moment, a phrase tried to take shape in Manfeld¡¯s mouth and his lips parted like a dumb man¡¯s. How could that be possible? He had gradually accepted the existence of the First Army and the steam-powered boats and had also somewhat foreseen what a prosperous city the king¡¯s city of Graycastle would be, but this was beyond the scope of his understanding. Suddenly, he had a strong feeling that Graycastle belonged to a different world from the one that the Kingdom of Wolfheart was situated at. It was actually different than all other three kingdoms. Otherwise, he should have heard about these extraordinary inventions. Since when had the other three kingdoms fallen so behind? When Manfeld was aghasted and confused, the ship whistled again. This time, it was a much longer whistle that indicated that the ship was about to dock. He had arrived at Neverwinter. Chapter 1262 - A Conflict in the New City Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Keep in line. Don¡¯t push!¡± a Graycastle clerk wearing a black uniform yelled as he pushed his way through the crowd. ¡°Remember the number on your boarding pass and go to the corresponding checkout. Make sure you go to the correct one!¡± Manfeld, still flabberaghasted, was pushed onto the dock. He saw the whole port lie before him. It was the largest port he had ever seen. The dock stretched away along the bank and disappeared at the end of the horizon. Unlike the damp, moldy port he usually saw, this dock was clean and tidy. The pavement was covered with white slabs. Thousdands of ships traveled back and forth. Even the port in the Kingdom of Dawn was incomparable to this one. Many people gasped at this magnificent scene. However, Menfeld was still in such an immense shock that he was now emotionally numb after he had seen the flying iron birds. Manfeld constantly looked backward in the direction he had come, in a hope of seeing the iron birds again. Instinctively, he wanted to convince himself that it was not a delirious illusion. But by the time he reached the trestle, he had still not seen them. Manfeld was a little disappointed. ¡°Please have your boarding pass ready and go to the corresponding checkout according to the three digit number on the pass!¡± Many people were shouting through a strange metal object at the refugees, their voice amplified by multiple times, so that everyone in the crowd could hear them clearly. ¡°Please follow the guide and go through the security check. Welcome to the king¡¯s city of Graycastle. We welcome every one of you!¡± Manfeld calmed himself down and put away his thoughts. He thought it was a very strange way to welcome new people because the refugees did not come to Graycastle willingly. Everything these Graycastle men had done in the Kingdom of Wolfheart was, in a way, a sort of dictatorship. Yet, surprisingly, he found himself a lot more self-assured after hearing these words. The towering cliff suddenly caved in at this point and formed a natural outpost. The refugees formed a long line behind it and slowly proceeded to the checkouts in various directions. There were more than 10,000 people at the dock area, and apparently, not all of them were from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. What astonishing national power that was to bring so many people from the three kingdoms together in such a short period of time! Just then, the refugees stopped moving, and Manfeld heard a commotion from behind. Not only the people waiting in line but also the clerks in black maintaining the order were surprised. Manfeld turned around and saw a colossal ship slowly dock. It was long and made of metal. There were no paddles on either side of the ship, its freeboard aloft and straight. Nobody would ever miss noticing such a superb ship. It was evident, however, that the Graycastle men was not astounded at the ship itself but the way it looked. ¡°Are they mental? I can¡¯t believe that they use iron to build ships!¡± someone around Manfeld muttered in disbelief. ¡°Don¡¯t they know that iron will rust after in contact with water?¡± ¡°Perhaps the King of Graycastle wants to show off his wealth. The iron ship does look pretty nice. I didn¡¯t believe that such heavy things could float in water before I saw the concrete boat.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the point in making such a wonderful ship when it can only last half a month? I used to sail on the sea and know a lot about ships. Seawater erodes ships far more quickly than you could possibly imagine. Regular paints won¡¯t last long. You see, this is what they¡¯ve got in the end.¡± Rusts could be seen all over the iron ship. Its body, which had once been polished and shiny, was now bumpy and damaged, which created a glaring constrast with the neat dock. The mast above was snapped and broken into several pieces. The ship was shuffling with great difficulties toward the dock like an exhausted, withered sea monster that had entered its decrepitude. Did King Roland Wimbledon really intend to show off by building a ship like this? The men in black immediately elbowed their way through the crowd for the sailors on the ship. Manfeld had a vague feeling that things were not that simple. Peace was soon restored, and the refugees started to march forward again. When it was his turn, the clerk only confirmed his name and number before he let Manfeld pass. After 30 people passed the security check, a man walked up to them and said, ¡°I¡¯m a clerk working at the Administrative Office of Neverwinter. My name is Matt. I¡¯ll assist you in settling down in the city for the time being. I know you must have a lot of questions, but please don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll explain to you in detail on the way to the residential area. Now, please drink the Cleansing Water on the table first. It can cure the demonic plague if you¡¯re infected. If you aren¡¯t, just view it as a tasty beverage.¡± ¡°Do we have to follow you?¡± someone questioned. ¡°We¡¯re now Graycastle residents, too. We should be allowed to go wherever we want. Don¡¯t you think so?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll only become His Majesy¡¯s subjects after you receive your identification cards,¡± Matt replied while shaking his head. ¡°Usually, people can apply for identification cards after having one to two years of working experience, provided that they don¡¯t break the Graycastle law. However, you¡¯re all skilled workers, so you can immediately become an official Graycastle resident after passing the psychological test. However, the examination officer is quite busy. Since there are so many applicants, you¡¯ll have to wait for two to three days.¡± ¡°Psychological test? Isn¡¯t it just a screening process?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know it when you take the test,¡± Matt answered with a smile. ¡°We focus on your present and future rather than your past. I became a city clerk after I passed the same test. Now, please drink the water and follow me.¡± Manfeld thought this must be the ¡°lie detector test¡± that the coachman had mentioned. Matt did answer a lot of their questions that the refugees were most concerned about, such as what work they would have in the future, their salaries, etc. According to the policy implemented by the King of Graycastle, the refugees would be treated equally as the locals once they obtained their resident status. Matt also shared his personal experience and told them how he had gradually adapted to the new life here, which greatly alleviated them. When they entered a residential area in the suburb, a roar of laughter caught everybody¡¯s attention. Manfeld then saw some refugees corner a woman and slowly approach her. Many people saw the incident happen but nobody came up to stop them. Somebody was even egging them on, looking tempted to join them. ¡°Damn it. Why do these things happen everywhere?¡± Manfeld had thought that Neverwinter would be different. Frowning, he asked, ¡°Did anyone inform the guards in black?¡± Matt had told them earlier that the men in black had replaced the previous patrol team and were called the police. Manfeld was not sure whether they were reliable, but it seemed that there was no better way at the moment. However, nobody took action. ¡°Young man, don¡¯t meddle with this matter. You¡¯ll still have to live here for a few days before moving to the inner city.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. If those scumbags come to avenge, they won¡¯t do you any good.¡± ¡°You ¡ª ¡± Manfeld said. His voice suddenly abandoned him. Then he looked toward Matt and said, ¡°I¡¯ll hold them back. You go and inform those guards!¡± But Matt grasped his hand and slightly shook his head. In an instant, Manfeld felt utterly disappointed. He wrenched himself away and pronounced each word slowly, ¡°I thought it¡¯d be different here in Neverwinter from the other kingdoms, but I was wrong.¡± With these words, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed toward the crowd. Chapter 1263 - Future Work Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Excuse me, sorry. Excuse me!¡± Manfeld said as he elbowed through the crowd. The refugees who stirred up trouble immediately rested their eyes on him. ¡°Who¡¯s this guy?¡± a man snarled. ¡°I know you can¡¯t wait, but you¡¯ve got to until I¡¯m done with her.¡± He was the person who had just laughed. Manfeld soon figured out that he was the leader of the gang. It was almost impossible to rescue the woman from the hands of a dozen gangsters since he had no weapon. The only way was to beat the leader and take away the woman when the others were still in a shock at the resultant chaos. Manfeld extended out his hands and walked a few steps forward as calmly as he could before he said, ¡°I¡¯m here to remind you that someone has already informed the guards in black. If you don¡¯t run now, it¡¯ll be too late.¡± In the meantime, he eyed the woman, in a hope that she would understand that he was not one of them. However, the woman was non-responsive. She simply tilted her head, looking utterly confused. ¡°Damn it. Doesn¡¯t she know her situation?¡± ¡°Why¡¯s she still so¡­ composed?¡± ¡°What guards in black? Aren¡¯t they just the patrol team?¡± the leader threatened, his face splitting into a nasty smile. ¡°You never know whom they¡¯d help in the end exactly. Hey, you little brat. You¡¯re green, aren¡¯t you?¡± ¡°Haha. From his look, he was probably a young lord.¡± ¡°So what? He¡¯s now the same as us.¡± ¡°Get lost! Run as far away as you can before our boss loses his temper ¡ª ¡± They roared with laughter. Just at that moment, Manfeld moved. He shouldered the leader abruptly and then punched him in the face. The leader soon fell to the ground. Compared to Mick Kinley and his two trained servants, these gangsters were much easier to deal with. The leader did not even get a chance to struggle before he fell. There was an uproar among the crowd. ¡°Sh*t! You f**k!¡± ¡°Save the boss!¡± Manfeld got several hits in the back and legs but he did not care. He extended out one hand to the woman while using the other hand to block his face, and then yelled, ¡°Come with me!¡± Then, something extraordinary happened. The woman immediately reached out her hand. Instead of holding his, however, she grasped Manfeld¡¯s wrist and pulled him toward her. ¡°Oi, you¡­¡± Manfeld said irritably and suddenly saw an electric ray flashing across her body. ¡°Hang on¡­ an electric ray?¡± Before Manfeld realized what had happened, the flash became an arc that emanated an intense blue glow. It dashed toward the gangsters who rushed forward and, like a barbecue skewer, the electric arc went through them one by one. The mischief makers had no way to resist such an incredible force. Before they could even produce a short shriek, they all stiffened and fell backward to the ground. ¡°Now, that should work,¡± the woman said casually as she clapped her hands. ¡°Er¡­ are you a¡­¡± Manfeld stammered as he gaped at the woman. ¡°Yes, I¡¯m a witch,¡± the woman immediately admitted. Manfeld had the impression that all witches should have been extremely beautiful and charming. However, when he studied this woman, he found her not remotely pretty. It was a very homely face, and she was as lanky as a little girl. ¡°Then, what should we do with them?¡± Manfeld asked as he pointed at the gangsters on the ground. ¡°I¡¯ll call the police department and ask them to deal with them. Don¡¯t worry. I only used 10% of my power, so they¡¯ll wake up in half an hour, but they¡¯ll be probably sent to the mine or the Furnace Area. I think they¡¯ll probably stay there for half a month.¡± Manfeld suddenly did not know what to respond. He somehow had a feeling that she had planned this whole thing. ¡°By the way, I¡¯m Sharon. May I know your name?¡± the woman asked and pulled Manfeld back to the present. ¡°Well, Manfeld¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯re the first person I saw who came forward. Why?¡± ¡°Why what?¡± Manfeld returned as he rubbed where he had been hit. ¡°Isn¡¯t it a matter of course to stop crimes? I just didn¡¯t expect that you actually didn¡¯t need any help.¡± ¡°A matter of course?¡± Sharon echoed while twitching her lips. ¡°If everyone thought that way, those onlookers wouldn¡¯t have run away so fast.¡± ¡°But there¡¯s always someone who understands it,¡± Manfeld said. According to the history book, all nobles used to be ordinary people. They maintained the order and developed the society. ¡°That¡¯s right. There¡¯s always somebody who knows right and wrong,¡± Sharon agreed with a smile. ¡°You¡¯re a new immigrant to Neverwinter, right? Are you interested in joining the police department?¡± ¡°Are you saying¡­ to become one of the guards in black?¡± ¡°Yes. They crack down criminals and protect residents. I think it fits you. Also, they don¡¯t always wear black uniforms. For example, like me right now.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Manfeld was confused. ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll have to report to the Administrative Office. Someone is waiting to receive you,¡± Sharon said as she waved her hand and then headed to the inner city. ¡°You know why I stopped you now, don¡¯t you?¡± Matt smiled to Manfeld after the latter returned to the team. ¡°What¡­ what¡¯s going on?¡± Manfeld asked, still quite puzzled. ¡°An effective way to deter criminals,¡± Matt said as he marched forward. ¡°The residential area in the suburb wasn¡¯t like that before, at least it wasn¡¯t when I lived here. However, after more and more immigrants come here, this area becomes increasingly unsafe, and most of the crimes are targetting women. Of course, I¡¯m not saying that you cause this because among them, there are also many migrants from the other parts of Graycastle. Since the number of refugees is overwhelming, the police can¡¯t take care of everything. More importantly, if people only calls the police after the incident happens, the criminal may have already caused permanent injuries or harms to the victim by the time the police get there.¡± ¡°That¡¯s obvious, isn¡¯t it? With so many scumbags, no place can be safe,¡± someone muttered. ¡°I think the King of Graycastle shouldn¡¯t have accepted these shady people in the first place.¡± Matt shook his head and said, ¡°His Majesty hopes that everyone could be of use, especially when the Battle of Divine Will is coming. But this isn¡¯t His Majesty¡¯s idea but the witches¡¯. They can use their power and kill time. In the meantime, they can also help maintain public order, so this method kills two birds with one stone.¡± ¡°K-kill time?¡± Manfeld thought in surprise and twitched his lips. ¡°Actually, it works pretty well. Any refugees could possibly be a disguised witch and attack people, and this deters those who want to commit crimes. Since the police department will punish all the criminals, chronic wrong-doers would probably think it over before taking action. With the help of the witches and the police, it¡¯s much better than before.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Manfeld mumbled. It seemed that the men in black in Neverwinter were completely different than the patrol team. They were more like ideal knights that he wanted to be. If Sharon had not lied to him, this was possibly an ideal job for him. After they arrived at the temporary residence and got their own rooms, Matt said goodbye to the refugees. ¡°I¡¯ll come back tomorrow and show you around the Neverwinter city. It¡¯ll be very helpful to get to know about the local culture. Also, please feel free to ask me if you have any questions.¡± Manfeld wanted to ask how to become a policeman, but for some reason, he said something else intead. ¡°On my way here, I saw some huge iron birds. I wonder if you could ¡ª ¡± ¡°Ah, I saw them too. If you stay in Neverwinter longer, you¡¯ll know it¡¯s not a big deal,¡± Matt interrupted him smilingly. ¡°I was also very shocked at first, but you¡¯ll get used to it. If you¡¯re a talented man, you may be able to operate the machine yourself.¡± ¡°R-really?¡± Manfeld said. His heart skipped a beat. ¡°Naturally. Princess Tilly has put up a job post at the central square. She¡¯s hiring new Aerial Knights.¡± Chapter 1264 - Persuasion Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡­ ¡°Your Majesty, Your Majesty¡­ Mr. Sander Flyingbird returned from the Swirling Sea! It seems¡­ that they had big trouble!¡± Roland was mildly taken aback by this unexpected news. After the meeting regarding the industrial expansion, he returned to the office and was about to finish the rest of his drawings when the news interrupted his train of thought. Sander Flyingbird was Thunder¡¯s alias. ¡°Where¡¯s he now?¡± Roland asked as he stood up abruptly. ¡°In the castle hall. He said he would like to speak to you right now.¡± ¡°Send him in!¡± Roland ordered and then added, ¡°Also, ask the kitchen to make some more tea.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Majesty,¡± Sean said as he quickly turned around and disappeared at the doorstep. Nightingale asked apprehensively, ¡°Do we need to inform Lightning?¡± Roland shook his head and answered, ¡°He should be OK, considering that he managed to get here. Let¡¯s see what he¡¯ll say first.¡± It had just been half a year since Thunder had set off, and the commute normally took around three months. Since the fleet had also lingered at the Shadow Islands for a while, the actual expedition was actually a lot shorter than Thunder had planned. Thunder had predicted that this expedition would have at least taken a year to a year and a half. He had even wanted to see what the end of the Swirling Sea looked like and confirm whether the land depicted in the ruins was truly buried deep down the ocean. Apparently, an overpowering and irresistible force had sabotaged the exploration plan that Thunder had prepared for so long. Roland could not help looking out of the window. Did it have anything to do with the Bloody Moon? Thunder, disguised as Sander, immediately entered the office under the guidance of the guard. Roland could tell that he was in a rush, for he had not even put on the fake mustache as he normally did, and the flamboyant ornamental feathers had pretty much fallen off. Had Lightning seen him right now, she would have probably recognized him. Nevertheless, he sustained no injuries, which was good enough for Roland. ¡°Your Majesty, nice to see you,¡± Thunder said as he bowed. ¡°I thought I wouldn¡¯t be able to come back again.¡± Roland poured a glass of refreshing Chaos Drinks for him and said, ¡°What happened? You took the best sailors at the Fjords with you this time, and I don¡¯t think it was a storm or a tsunami that held you back.¡± ¡°Storms and tsunamis have signs, but thousands of Sea Ghosts don¡¯t,¡± Thunder said, still feeling a little shaken. ¡°Plus, I encountered monsters even more horrible than Sea Ghosts¡­¡± Roland could resonate with his despair feeling. When numerous Sea Ghosts swarmed toward the fleet, and the seawater began to boil, any ships that failed to keep up would be dragged down to the bottom of the ocean immediately. In addition to the Sea Ghosts, there were also horrendous ships comprised of blood and flesh that could eject acids that traveled several kilometers. Anything that made in contact with the acid fluids would be instantly eroded, including iron and wood. It was almost impossible for the fleet to shake them off even if they had traveled at a full speed. ¡°The Sky-sea Realm¡­¡±Roland said darkly. ¡°Your Majesty, what¡¯s that?¡± Thunder asked. ¡°This is how the demons call this civilization,¡± Roland answered and told Thunder about the demons¡¯ double plan. The description of these monsters that consisted of ribs, flesh and inner organs was consistent with what he had seen through the God¡¯s Relics. They could float in water like a ship but could also dive to the bottom of the sea. ¡°Are you saying that we invaded their territory?¡± ¡°Possibly, but this can also be attributed to the appearance of the Bloody Moon. There¡¯s a possibility that these monsters become more active than usual and start to expand their territory,¡± Roland said. ¡°Then what happened? How did the fleet escape?¡± ¡°In fact, we didn¡¯t shake them off. The monsters started to attack each other,¡± Thunder said with a bitter smile. ¡°Attack¡­ each other?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. They pursued us relentlessly as though they were never going to stop. By the time we reached the Sealine, we had lost half of our ships. Most of the survived sailors were on the verge of a breakdown after sailing day and night. Only the ¡®Snow Wind¡¯ you created still had strength to move further, as we didn¡¯t need to adjust her sail or change her direction.¡± ¡°So, just when everyone was desperate and about to give up, a huge monster suddenly leaped out of the water and attacked another monster. It looked like that the two monsters were biting each other. Although they were both monsters, the first one was much stronger than the second one. It soon ripped the other apart with his auxiliary limbs and tentacles that sprouted from its body. Then, all the Sea Ghosts and monsters stopped chasing us, as though they were spellbound. We thus got a chance to cross the Sealine and return to the Fjords.¡± Roland heaved a sigh and was also pretty shaken by the horrid story. ¡°You were very lucky. It seemed that I got the right name for the ship.¡± ¡°What does it have anything to do with the ship¡¯s name?¡± ¡°No, nothing,¡± Roland said while waving his hand. ¡°So, what¡¯s your plan next?¡± Thunder, for the first time, looked a little weary. He said, ¡°To be honest, many people are now too scared to have another undertaking. I don¡¯t really care much about the loss of the ships, but the sailors at the Fjords, who have been sailing for their whole life, go livid in fear when they look toward the east. I believe that nobody wants to sail out to the Shadow Waters again in a long time.¡± Roland fell silent. This was not totally unexpected. Like Thunder had said, one could predict storms and tsunamis and find a way to get away with them, but nobody would like to struggle to survive an irresistible force, as such a trip could no longer be called an adventure. ¡°Those big Chambers of Commerce asked me to deliver a message to you. They wish to buy a land at a high price in Graycastle where they can take refuge in the future,¡± Thunder sighed. ¡°After all, nobody knows whether the monsters will come back or not. The ocean is a natural barrier for a lot of Fjords people.However, if our enemies could roam the sea, then the whole Fjords Island would be in a very dangerous position with literally nothing to defend itself.¡± It was such a rapid change. Just one to two years ago, Roland had planned to use the Fjords Islands as the last retreat in case they were defeated in the war. Now, it appeared that the situation had reversed. Had Roland still lived in Border Town with only an asset of 300 gold royals, he would have immediately given his consent. But now, as transactions were all carried out in the new paper currencies, the so-called ¡°high price¡± became no longer attractive. ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°If they plan to found a kingdom within a kingdom, then forget about it,¡± Thunder replied while shrugging. ¡°You won¡¯t allow ¡°islands¡± like that in Graycastle.¡± Roland smiled. Thunder was indeed the most outstanding explorer in the Fjords. ¡°If they only want to survive rather than gaining power, then Graycastle will always be open to them.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take your message to them, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°You must be exhausted after this expedition. I have some afternoon tea. Please take a shower first and then tell me about your adventure. It¡¯ll take a few days to repair the ¡®Snow Wind¡¯. You can stay here to recuperate and then head back to the Fjords.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Thunder said while placing his hand on his chest. When Thunder was about to withdraw, Roland suddenly asked, ¡°By the way, are you still planning¡­ not to tell Lightning?¡± ¡°I ¡­¡± Thunder was at a loss for words for a second. ¡°You said you¡¯d reveal your true identity to her after this expedition. Although the trip wasn¡¯t very successful, the Sky-sea Realm has indeed taken over half of the ocean. Fjords people are in a panic. It¡¯s likely that you won¡¯t go on a trip in a long time,¡± Roland said as he propped up his chin. ¡°And I need people to fight the demons. I think Lightnings would like to see her father still alive. So, how about just staying here after you¡¯ve taken care of your matters?¡± Thunder lowered his head. After a moment of silence, he replied, ¡°I¡¯ll think about it, Your Majesty.¡± Chapter 1265 - The Witches Life Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Do you think he would stay?¡± After Thunder¡¯s footsteps died away, Roland asked Nightingale. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Nightingale said slowly. ¡°But he was serious about the last sentence he said.¡± Roland nodded in silence. Apart from Lightning, Roland wanted Thunder, the most extraordinary explorer in the Fjords, to stay also because of a personal reason, that was, Thunder could attract many Fjords people to Neverwinter, and he was the ideal man to command the fleet. According to Agatha, the Red Mist probably had already permeated half of the Kingdom of Everwinter by now and might had also reached the border of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Under such circumstances, he had to carry out his rescue operation from the coast and attack the demons from sides. Judging from the battle at the Northernmost Port, he believed that a powerful fleet was absolutely necessary to alleviate the stress of the army. Although there were many merchant ships traveling back and forth, it was impossible to rely on them to fight the demons in the area covered with the Red Mist. Roland could definitely build several large ships, but what he urgently needed were sailors and a commander. If Thunder was willing to help him, all these problems could be instantly solved. But Roland also knew that he could not force Thunder to stay. He would have to let him think it over. Roland thus went back to his work. Suddenly, the telephone rang. It was from the Witch Building in the Castle District. ¡°Hello?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s Wendy,¡± Wendy¡¯s voice came from the other end of the line. ¡°We found witches at the checkout at the Shallow Port.¡± ¡­ ¡°Sir, where are you taking us?¡± Thylane asked gingerly while holding Momo¡¯s hand. Not a long time ago, they had been waiting in the line like any other immigrants to pass the security. However, when they entered the registration area, they were taken to a heavily guarded room separately by the guards in black. They immediately turned nervous. They had heard that a few refugees had to go through a series of ¡°special interrogation¡± when they entered some cities and would have to bribe the examining officers to avoid being punished. However, the officer did not do anything but simply leave them alone in the room. He asked them a few strange questions and released them. After that, another man in black took them to the inner city. ¡°You don¡¯t have to be so nervous. My name is Joseph,¡± the man in black said mildly. ¡°You¡¯re witches, aren¡¯t you?¡± Thylane was startled. She did not expect that Joseph would soon see through their true identities. She did not know how he had figured it out, for she thought that she was in heavy disguise. ¡°Why¡­ did you say that?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know anything about magic, but the witches told me,¡± Joseph said while scratching the back of his head. ¡°I know they use a special stone to detect magic power. As for where I¡¯m taking you, I¡¯m taking you to the witches¡¯ residential area, of course. You must be tired, right? Don¡¯t worry. Ms. Wendy will take good care of you.¡± Thylane and Momo exchanged surprised looks. They were astonished that Neverwinter had so advanced technologies to detect witches. Had the church and the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart also possessed such technologies, they would have been captured and killed years ago. Also, it appeared that people in Neverwinter did not discriminate witches at all. Their master had told them about this city in the far west of Graycastle as well as its ruler, Roland Wimbledon. They had also heard a lot of rumors before they had boarded the ship. Nevertheless, what they had heard from their master was very different from those rumors. Their master described the King of Graycastle as an arrogant and vile tyrant who hired witches to satisfy his own wicked desire, while people on the ship believed that witches were treated in the same way as ordinary people in Neverwinter. That was the reason they had decided to move to the south. As the Kingdom of Wolfheart was so far away from Graycastle, nobody knew what life in Neverwinter truly looked like. Therefore, they planned to conceal their witch identity and see what was going on first before taking the next move. They did not expect, however, that they were soon exposed. Luckily, people here treated them just as normal residents. When they reached the outer ring of the Castle District, a red-haired woman came up to them with two smiling little girls. ¡°I¡¯ll take it over from here.¡± ¡°Yes, Ms. Wendy!¡± Joseph said and administered a salute. Then he waved at Thylane and Momo and quickly left. Thylane started to study the woman named Wendy attentively. ¡°My name is Wendy. I¡¯m the superintendent of the Witch Union of Neverwinter. These two are my assistants, Ring and Grayrabbit,¡± Wendy said with a smile. ¡°Can I have your names? Although from the list I have, I see that your names are Thylane and Momo, I do want you to pronounce your names in person.¡± Thylane instantly felt a lot at ease. It had been a long time since she had met such a nice person. To her, Wendy looked more like a noble than those true ones. She was mature and elegant, who reminded her of someone depicted in a portrait. ¡°I¡¯m Thylane,¡± she replied in a low voice. ¡°Momo,¡± her companion also pronounced her own name. ¡°Good names,¡± Wendy commented as she held the two witches¡¯ hands. ¡°Welcome to Neverwinter. From now on, this will be your new home. Come. I¡¯ll show you around and take you where you¡¯re going to live in the future.¡± They passed the fence and the yard before Thylane noticed that the Lord¡¯s castle was actually not the highest building in the city. Behind that stood a more magnificent edifice. Between these two buildings lay a large, lovely garden carpeted with grass. Several beautiful ladies were chatting leisurely. This was perhaps the dream life she had been longing for. ¡°Are they also¡­ witches?¡± Momo asked involuntarily. ¡°Yes,¡± Wendy said with a nod. ¡°You¡¯ll see more when they¡¯re off work.¡± ¡°Er¡­ off work?¡± ¡°It means finishing working,¡± Ring explained. ¡°In Neverwinter, witches, like everybody else, have work to do every day.¡± ¡°Then what about them¡­¡± The little girl twiched her lips and said, ¡°Like ordinary people, some are hard-working while some are lazy.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t your sister tell you that I have good hearing?¡± a girl with pointy ears said as she turned around and walked up to them smilingly. ¡°Ah¡­ Lorgar, I was not talking about you,¡± Ring explained while waving her hand. ¡°I was talking about ¡ª ¡± ¡°Hey, new members to the Union?¡± Another person joined the conversation as she ambled over. ¡°Hello, I¡¯m Mystery Moon, the captain of the Neverwinter Detective Group! Whatever ability you have, feel free to join us. How does it sound? Are you interested?¡± ¡°I was talking about her,¡± Ring said as she covered her face in embarrassment. ¡°Really? Were you introducing me?¡± Mystery Moon said while resting her hands on her hips. ¡°Remember, the Detective Group is dedicated to solving problems using your brain. If someone asks you to join the Exploration Group, please ignore them. They only want people with great physical strength and never take personal qualities into consideration. This wolf girl is a perfect example.¡± ¡°Hey, do you want to have a taste of my fist?¡± Lorgar snarled while baring her teeth. ¡°Look, this is the proof!¡± Mystery Moon said as she hastily made an attempt to block Lorgar¡¯s upcoming attack. ¡°So embarrassing¡­¡± ¡°Well, can I go back to my reading?¡± some other witches murmured. Thylane gaped. It appeared that the life here was a little different than what she had pictured. Chapter 1266 - The Past Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Wendy stroked Thylane¡¯s head smilingly and said, ¡°Believe it or not, Mystery Moon used to be even shyer than you.¡± ¡°Ah ¡ª S-stop!¡± Mystery Moon begged. ¡°This was something a long time ago.¡± ¡°Really? I¡¯ve never heard of them,¡± Lorgar said while pricking up her ears. ¡°At that time, she always came to look for me after everybody fell asleep. Therewere so many interesting stories that it¡¯ll probably take memore than one day to ¡ª ¡± ¡°Stop!¡± Mystery Moon yelled. ¡°What¡¯s your condition, Sister Wendy?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I won¡¯t say anything¡­ But Scroll complained to me yesterday that she has been so busy in the Administrative Office lately, and someone hasn¡¯t cleaned up the file room for a long time¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go right away. We¡¯ll see each other again tonight! Now, please excuse the Detective Group!¡± Mystery Mooneven blinked at the two new witches before she withdrew. ¡°That was boring,¡± the wolf girl said while twitching her lips and crossed the yard with the others. ¡°I¡¯ll go help her as well because I¡¯m such a nice person.¡± Grayrabbit elbowed Ring after all the witches left and muttered, ¡°I think Lorgar doesn¡¯t want to be labeled as a ¡®lazy¡¯ person, so she went to offer help.¡± ¡°Er¡­ really?¡± Momo, however, at this point, burst into a laugh. Thylane was a little surprised. The smile faded away instantly, but it was the first smile since Momo had escaped from her master. ¡°You¡¯ll like it here, although it can be a little too noisy sometimes. But you¡¯ll get used to it,¡± Wendy explained gently. ¡°Come, I¡¯ll show you your room.¡± Thylane was utterly astonished after the tour. She had never imagined such a comfortable room. Although it was not spacious by any means, it was equipped with everything. Even the mattress was soft and clean. Thylane had seen a noble¡¯s bedroom before. In fact, although shackled, she had been staying in her master¡¯s bedroom for years. Nevertheless, the bed and the cotton fabrics here were far better than those in her master¡¯s room. When Wendy urged her to try the bed, Thylane could not help sighing comfortably. She almost succumbed to the fatigue that had been constantly trying to take her over during the trip, and, for a second, she did not want to get up. Momo also felt the same way. Wendy explained that the mattress was supported by hundreds of springs, which was whyit was so soft.No matter what your sleeping position was, the bedwould be able to support your body perfectly. Thylane did not know what a spring was, but she somehow understood that it was made of steel, a material normally used to make armors. She was not sure whether she should say this was a creative innovation or a pure waste of resources. The mattress was just one of the amazing things here. For example, water automatically came out from the tap. The mirror in the bathroom reflected every single hair on her body. There was soft anti-slippery floor. The lamp was powered by magic. Even the simplest wooden furniture looked somewhat different. Thylane did not know what made them different, but they were excellent. Compared to the noble¡¯s grand mansion, this room felt more like a¡±home¡±. Wendy said, ¡°The Witch Building went through several refurbishments. In the past three years, many sisters helped with the rennovations. Some of the technologies applied to the Witch Building are also applied to the Castle District and the new residential area. Of course, if you want to be the first person toexperience the latest technologies,the Witch Building would be the best option.¡± ¡°Can we really¡­ live here?¡± Momo asked hesitantly. ¡°Yes, but you¡¯ll have to join the Witch Union first.¡± ¡°Is it optional?¡± Thylane asked in surprise. For a moment, Wendy looked sorrowful. ¡°Because many of us suffered a lot in the Witch Cooperation Association. Well, let¡¯s not talk about this. Anyway, it¡¯s up to you. Do you remember the questions the officer asked you at the customs?¡± Thylane nodded. At that time, only she and Momohad beentaken to that room, so she had been nervous for quite a while. ¡°These questions are only put to witches. People who possess magic power can bring more damage than ordinary people if they have an ill design. Once they confirm that you pose no threat to Neverwinter, you can live anywhere in the city. In fact, apart from the Witch Union, there¡¯s also a similar organization called the Sleeping Spell, which was founded by escaped witches. The leader of this organization is King Roland Wimbledon¡¯s sister.¡± Wendy paused for a second and then resumed, ¡°Of course, you can also choose not to join any organizations and live on your own. I¡¯ll also help you settle down, in my own capacity, of course.¡± ¡°But our abilities¡­¡± ¡°That isn¡¯t the point. The point is what life you want to live,¡± Wendy said with a smile while shaking her head. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind it, can you tell me your past?¡± Thylane felt a warmth steal through her. She felt that she could trustthis red-haired woman. Even if this was just an illusion, she did not want to walk away. Perhaps, everything would disappear in the end, but now, she wanted to stay here a bit longer. Thylane bit her lip and slowly divulged her past experience. Before she had become a witch, she had been just the same as any person in the village. After she was awakened, like so many witches, she was banished, hated and persecuted. Just when she was about to give up, she heard about the Bloodfang Association and believed it might be somewhere she could settle down. Having a strong desire to seek protection, Thylane survived the relentless pursuit of the church and arrived at the Archduke Island where she contacted theagent of the Bloodfang Association. She had never expected that what awaited her was an even more terrible disaster. The Bloodfang Association not only turned her away but also sold her to a noble in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. In the next few years, she had been sold several times before she met her master, who used her ability as an entertainment. The ¡°magic pill¡±could delay not only pain but also other emotions such as anxiety and pleasure. Nevertheless, the pill could not eliminate pain or provide treatment. Once the effect of the drug faded away, the pain would all come back and become even more intense. If a person sustained serious injuries in the first place, the second wave of pain might be fatal. Her previous master thus treated her simply as a plaything. He took her pill toindulge in more intensesensual pleasures. In addition to that, he also asked her to serve other nobles as a way to bond with them. This was how Thylane met Momo and some other witches betrayed by the Bloodfang Association. It was not until that point that she realized that the so-called ¡°home for witches¡± was a fraud jointly created by the Bloodfang Association and the nobles. It was easier to wait for witches to contact the association themselves than going out to seek them voluntarily. Later, to Thylane¡¯s great horror,fewer and fewerwitchesshowed up in this ¡°secret party¡± after the church invaded the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Finally, there were onlyher and Momoleft. Then she overheard from one noble that the church ordered the nobles to hand the witches over to the church or execute them in private, and she quavered at the various ways of execution. Thylane thus decided to leave with Momo when the city descended to chaos caused by the Church of Hermes. Their escaping method was to make the nobles overdose the ¡°magic pill¡±. Chapter 1267 - The Invitation Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The so-called ¡°magic pill¡± would be only effective when the magic was injected into a physical pill. Thylane had never told these nobles that she could actually induce her power into any object. The reason she chose pills was that it was easy for her to control her power, but it also made the nobles forget about the true nature of her ability. In that party, Thylane had applied her ability to all the food and drinks. This was the only situation where the nobles would put their guard down. It then appeared that people could also die of extreme pleasure as they died of pain. By the time the nobles realized what had happened, it was too late. They fell to the ground while holding their chests painfully as their bodies spasmed. Even those who did not overdose were also seriously impaired, their strength gone, with a mesmorized and dreamy look on their faces as though they were enjoying the most blissful moment in their life. The girl slaves in the room all fled in a fright, and the guards outside could not stop them. Thylane and Momo thus escaped from the mansion. They hence commenced their arduous journey as refugees. When they heard about the immigration campaign to Graycastle, the two witches decided to try their luck at the Sedimentation Bay. ¡°I see¡­¡± Wendy murmured as she pulled them to her bosom. ¡°You must have suffered a lot. I promise it won¡¯t happen to you again.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t¡­ don¡¯t you despise us?¡± Thylane asked while biting her lip. ¡°Why so? Just because of your miserable past?¡± Wendy said quietly. ¡°The church treated me like that too. I have no reason to blame the victims. Instead, it is those nobles that I should put blame on.¡± ¡°But our abilities¡­ may bring misfortunes to people,¡± Thylane said while clenching her fists. ¡°That isn¡¯t up to you to decide.¡± ¡°But once you take the pill, you¡¯ll never forget the sensation it has brought to you. You¡¯d like more. In the end, you just want to indulge in the pleasure with no regards to anything else¡­ If we stay, I¡¯m afraid¡­¡± ¡°You fear that the king can¡¯t control it and will view you as demons?¡± Wendy said. ¡°Rest assured. Our king¡­ How should I phrase it? He isn¡¯t like any ordinary king. He¡¯s an eccentric but nice person.¡± Thylane was stunned for a moment and echoed, ¡°An eccentric¡­ but nice person?¡± This was the first time that someone used such words to describe a royal. ¡°It means that you¡¯ll never know what he¡¯s thinking. You can¡¯t view him as a normal person. Therefore, there¡¯s no point in worrying about the consequence now. Trust is the most important thing to build a relationship,¡± Wendy said. Her voice suddenly became extremely soft. ¡°He also saved the witches from the Witch Cooperation Association in this way.¡± After a moment of silence, Wendy looked toward Momo and asked, ¡°You said ¡®our¡¯ abilities. Does Momo also ¡ª ¡± This time, the two witches hesitated for a long time before Momo spoke, ¡°My previous master didn¡¯t want me to use my power, so he took away my magic eye after I was awakened.¡± Wendy had noticed that Momo had covered half of her forehead with a dirty rag. She had thought that it was a branding scar underneath, but the truth was indeed much worse than she had expected. Momo then took off the cloth and revealed her hollow socket. ¡°But they don¡¯t know that I still have my power. By removing my eye, I only lost half of my vision. Only the God¡¯s Locket of Retribution can completely block my power.¡± Wendy heaved a sigh. Only Extraordinaries could integrate their magic power with physical bodies. Momo was definitely not an Extraordinary. The presentation of her ability was through her ¡°vision¡±, so the loss of her eye was just unfortunate collateral damage. ¡°Those nobles didn¡¯t really take Momo¡¯s ability seriously at first until something happened. Then her master removed her eye,¡± Thylane said in a low voice. ¡°They called Momo the Child of Hell and inflicted various punishments on her. She barely survived.¡± Wendy caressed Momo¡¯s scarred socket and said, ¡°What did you see exactly? Could you tell me?¡± Momo lowered her head and answered, ¡°¡­ A number.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°A countdown number that tells when you¡¯ll die.¡± It took Wendy a while to understand the implication behind it. She gasped. ¡°The incident Thylane mentioned ¡ª ¡± Momo nodded and said, ¡°My prediction became true. The noble labeled with the number one diedthe next year.¡± Wendy fell silent. She now understood why those nobles had done such horrible things to her. Nobody would like to know when they would die beforehand, especially when they had only a few years to live. Even Momo herself would not want to know that answer. ¡°But¡­ is the prediction really so accurate?¡± Wendy questioned after a moment of reflection. ¡°Anything could happen.¡± The two witches were both mildly taken aback. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Did I say something wrong?¡± ¡°No¡­¡± Thylane said while waving her hand. ¡°I just feel¡­ that you¡¯re quite different from others. I didn¡¯t expect that you would first ask about our abilities.¡± ¡°Hmm, so, what did you expect?¡± Thylane replied in embarrassment, ¡°You¡¯d push Momo away and ask her whether she has used her ability. Then you¡¯d drive us out of the castle and order us to stay as far away as possible.¡± Wendy burst into laughter and said, ¡°You can¡¯t judge a person by her ability. The key lies in the person who uses it. Themore we know about the ability, the better we can use it in the future.¡± ¡°Do you think¡­ that my ability will also be useful?¡± Momo asked in disbelief. ¡°I don¡¯t know, but His Majesty once told me that every ability is useful, only it takes time for some abilities.¡± Momo remained motionless for a long time before she said slowly, ¡°I can¡¯t predict accidents. I once saw animals still have many years to live before they were slaughtered. However¡­¡± ¡°What?¡±Wendy pursued. ¡°Some of the numbers have different colors¡­ I don¡¯t know what they represent for, but I have a feeling that they¡¯re telling me something.¡± ¡°If you join the Witch Union, you¡¯ll probably soon know the reason. Every newcomer should learn and practice their abilitiesfirst. Then they¡¯ll have to do various tests. Only when theyknow well enough about their abilities can they upgrade.¡± ¡°Upgrade?¡± Thylane asked in confusion. ¡°You¡¯ll see later. The awakening is just the beginning. You¡¯ll have a lot to learn,¡± Wendy said while extending out her hands. ¡°How does it sound? Did you make your decisions?¡± Thylane and Momo looked at each other. ¡°If you can accept someone like us¡­¡± ¡°Then we¡¯d like to join the Witch Union.¡± Momo and Thylane also reached out their hands, slowly, tentatively and hopefully, and then held Wendy¡¯s hands. Chapter 1268 - Party Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Welcome our new members! Cheers!¡± A long table was placed in the yard before the Witch Building in the evening, and a raucous party began. Wendy and Scroll made toasts and drank for the two new witches. ¡°Cheers!¡± all the other witches rejoined. Thylane and Momo raised their glasses in bewilderment. Thylane had not expected that Wendy would immediately force her to have a hot shower after she joined the Witch Union. She put on new clothes, including underwear, socks and shoes. Before she could thank Wendy and confirm that everything she had experienced today was real, she was again taken back to the yard. This time, however, the back yard had looked completely different. ¡°You should say ¡®cheers¡¯ and drain your glass,¡± Lorgar said as she showed Thylane what to do. ¡°Like this¡­¡± ¡°Ch-cheers,¡± Thylane imitated a little clumsily. She closed her eyes and raised the glass. A loud wave of applause broker over the back yard. Someone even whistled in the crowd. ¡°Lorgar is pushing people to drink again,¡± Lily said while twitching her lips. ¡°Who says that you must drain the glass at one shot? I think she just likes revelries.¡± ¡°But this is the strawberry white wine brewed by Evelyn. I¡¯m impressed that the new girl can actually compete against the wolf girl,¡± Mystery Moon said while clicking her tongue. ¡°She must join the Detective Group.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why all your team members are drunkards and lazybones. A perfect match for you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re a member too!¡± Mystery Moon returned while sticking out one finger. ¡°I ¡ª I¡¯m not! You still owe me £¤10!¡± ¡°Forget about it. Let¡¯s scrach it out and start all over again.¡± ¡°Stay away from me!¡± Thylane burped loudly. After finishing one whole bottle of wine, her vision blurred. She had been forced to drink with nobles in the past, but no wine was as spicy as this one. The wine was not bitter at all. Instead, it was mellow and much more tasty than ales. But the biggest difference did not lie in the wine but in her current feeling. Watching the wolf girl refill her glass in excitement and the laughing witches around her, Thylane, for the first time in her life, found that drinking did not necessarily have to be painful. She wanted to join the others and relax herself. Just at that moment, a tall lady walked up to her with a glass in her hand. ¡°Welcome to Neverwinter. My name is Annie, also from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. I also went to seek the Bloodfang Association for protection.¡± Momentarily stunned, Thylane asked, ¡°You were also sold by the Bloodfang Association?¡± ¡°Yes, but I escaped in the end. Many witches traveled from the Kingdom of Wolfheart to Graycastle. For example, this one¡­¡± With these words, she pushed one witch who looked pretty shy to the front. ¡°This is Iffy. She used to be a member of the Bloodfang Association, but she didn¡¯t know that Heidi Morgan was selling witches at that time. Fortunately, the association is now over.¡± It took Thylane a while to learn how the Bloodfang Association had been founded. It appeared there were also many other witches like her and Momo who had been forced to travel to Graycastle because of the betrayal by Heidi Morgan. The abhorrent Bloodfang Association had, in fact, been disbanded two years ago. At these words, Thylane felt profoundly relieved. On their way here, Thylane and Momo had had numerous nightmares where they had been caught by the Bloodfang Association and sent back to the nobles. Now, hearing that this organization was gone, they did not need to worry about it anymore. ¡°Sorry,¡± Iffy said while lowering her head. ¡°If I could stop Heidi back then, nothing like this would have happened¡­¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault,¡± Momo said while shaking her head. ¡°Even if you tried to stop her, you couldn¡¯t stop those nobles.¡± ¡°Exactly. It doesn¡¯t matter whether the leader was a witch or not. If not Heidi, someone else would have also done it,¡± Thylane agreed. She knew perfectly well how avarious people were. Once they benefited from the deal, they would not easily let it go. ¡°See? I told you that they wouldn¡¯t blame you,¡± Annie said smilingly. ¡°Now you¡¯re in Neverwinter. Don¡¯t hesitate to let me know if you encounter any problems. Even Iffy has no problem in living here. She¡¯s pretty slow at many things. I think you¡¯ll be just fine.¡± ¡°Cheers,¡± Annie said while raising her glass. ¡°Cheers,¡± Thylane returned quickly. ¡°It¡¯s my turn now!¡± Lorgar exclaimed, a rosy flush on her cheeks. ¡°Don¡¯t forget about me!¡± Lightning rejoined. ¡°I¡¯ve come of age and can drink now!¡± ¡°Coo, coo, coo!¡± ¡°No, you can¡¯t. Pigeons can¡¯t drink.¡± ¡°Coo?!¡± ¡°Oi, eat something with the wine.¡± ¡°Nana, you haven¡¯t come of age, so don¡¯t follow them!¡± The back yard was filled with laughter. ¡°It has been a long time since we had new members. Now we suddenly have two. It appears that everyone is excited,¡± Scroll commented at the end of the long table. ¡°I did the right thing to show them the Witch Building. Now I gradually understand why His Majesty did that,¡± Wendy said with a smile. ¡°Even if they first contacted the Sleeping Spell, I would also have a way to win them over. His Majesty calls it sugarcoated¡­ something along that line.¡± ¡°You¡¯re more and more like a leader,¡± Scroll joked. ¡°I remember at first, you found it hard to manage. Now, you even intend to compete with Princess Tilly.¡± ¡°It¡¯s an analogy. You were a leader back in the Witch Cooperation Association, so you have experience,¡± Wendy said while pouring herself a glass of Chaos Drinks. ¡°But to be honest, I¡¯ll never be tired of this kind of party.¡± ¡°Unfortunately, we can¡¯t join them,¡± Scroll said, shrugging. ¡°I don¡¯t mind it at all. I would like to always protect and guard them, if possible,¡± Wendy said quietly. Both of them became silent. They watched the noisy witches while savoring the delicious food. For them, they did not necessarily have to talk to understand each other, for they had been working together for years. Then, suddenly, a familiar voice said to them, ¡°His Majesty wants to see the witch called Momo after the party.¡± Nightingale revealed herself from the Mist. Wendy immediately understood Roland. Her smile instantly faded away. ¡°Well¡­¡± ¡°Take her to him,¡± Scroll spoke. ¡°You knew this would happen when you wrote down her ability. His Majesty is always the most curious one among us.¡± After a moment of silence, Wendy replied, ¡°Alright.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t want to know the answer, you can leave now. I think His Majesty will understand.¡± Scroll paused for a second and then went on, ¡°Whatever that answer is, we¡¯ll always support him, right?¡± ¡°¡­ Yes,¡± Wendy confirmed to Scroll as much as to herself. ¡°Whatever that answer is.¡± Chapter 1269 - The Eye of Time Translator: Transn Editor: Transn After the glitters of lights in the back yard went out, Roland met the witch Wendy had mentioned in her report. She looked pretty young and extremely thin, around 16 to 17 years old at most. Apparently, she did not eat well. Although she had already taken a shower, her tawny hair was straggly and unkempt. What caught Roland¡¯s attention was the black eye mask over her face. Although she had already put on a new one, the eye mask did not really sit well on her face. ¡°Your Majesty, this is Momo,¡± Wendy introduced. Wendy¡¯s words jerked the girl out of the trance, who scrambled to kneel down and bowed even lower. ¡°Your, Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°Please help her up,¡± Roland said as he put down the drawing and said mildly, ¡°Don¡¯t be nervous. It¡¯s not a formal meeting or anything. I just want to see your ability.¡± Momo looked frightened as she straightened up. ¡°Your Majesty¡­ I¡¯m afraid¡­¡± ¡°I know. Not everyone will be satisfied when they know when they¡¯ll die. Some people will even take it on you after they know the answer,¡± Roland comforted. ¡°But I just want to know when that is. No matter what the result is, I won¡¯t blame you. I promise.¡± Normally, he should have seen Momo after Wendy tested her ability. However, as Momo¡¯s ability was so special, he could not help. His curiosity was too strong to overcome. In fact, after the Battle of Soulagainst Zero, there remained a suspicion in Roland¡¯s mind that he could not confirm. But now, he finally had an opportunity to do so. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Momo replied through clenched teeth. ¡°Aren¡¯t you¡­ not scared at all?¡± Roland knew he would have never thought about when he would die in the past because he had believed such a question was meaningless. Knowing how long he could live would only create unnecessary fear and worries. However, as he was now the king of the state, he felt great responsibility be placed on his shoulders. He had to think further. If Wendy¡¯s report was accurate, the date of his own death could be very useful information. It might be viewed as a ¡°top secret¡± that would not be so easily divulged in his previous world. He would thus feel very regretted if he did not obtain this informationwhen provided with such an opportunity. Roland smiled. He knew Momo would not understand his thought, so he said, ¡°Even if I¡¯m scared, the answer is still there.¡± Momo clenched her fists. After what seemed to be quite a long hesitation, she replied, ¡°Since you insist, then please excuse my impertinence.¡± ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Wendy said after taking a deep breath. ¡°Please excuse me.¡± Roland stared at her for a moment before he said, ¡°¡­ I thought you and Scroll wanted to know it more than anyone else.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t be that calm like you. However, like Scroll said, whatever the result is, we¡¯ll always be with you.¡± After Wendy shut the door, Roland turned around and asked, ¡°What about you?¡± Momo was stunned. ¡°Do I have to answer?¡± Nightingale said, whose sudden appearance really startled the little girl. ¡°I want to know everything about you, both good and bad.¡± Roland was amused by the big difference between Nightingale and Wendy. ¡°So, let¡¯s begin.¡± Momo¡¯s eyes shoveled from Nightingale to Roland in surprise and then took off her eye mask decisively. When she looked up again, a jet of red flash appeared in her socket. It was an eyeball made of magic, which looked extremely creepy against the scarred face. Roland could imagine what it looked like when her real eye overlapped with the magic eye. People in his previous world must like this type of strange pupil very much. However, in this era, it would be only viewed as the eye of devil. ¡°Any luck? Did you see anything?¡± Momo looked toward Roland, and her eyes widened. The red flash quavered as though swaying in invisible wind. In a few seconds, the flash was extinguished. She stepped a few paces back andslumped onto the floor. Roland noticed perspiration on Momo¡¯s face. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± he asked as he stood up. Nightingale strode over to Momo and helped her up. ¡°She lost too much power.¡± ¡°Can she only inspect one person at a time?¡± ¡°No¡­ I¡¯ve never seen such things before,¡± Momo said, panting. ¡°I saw a lot of numbers flicker but they all disappeared. They were in various colors¡­ It took a while for them to finally stabilize.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that number?¡± Roland asked. Momo swallowed hard and replied with some difficulties, ¡°17¡­ It¡¯s red.¡± ¡°How come?¡± Nightinagle asked in surprise. Roland¡¯s heart skipped a beat. Just like he had speculated, the winner of the Battle of Soul could obtain everything, provided that the winner possessed magic. Only magic couldincrease his lifespan and afford him power. Extraordinaries and hugedemonic beast hybrids all relied on magic to sustain theirphysical bodies. Without magic power, he would not benefit anything from the victory of the battle. 17 years was a lot shorter than Roland had thought. Although he knew the old Prince Roland did not have a strong physique, he had not expected that the latter would be that weak. Had years of debauncherous life consumed him? ¡°Maybe¡­ I should take another look,¡± Momo said as she struggled to rise. ¡°No, that¡¯s fine. Please go take a rest,¡± Roland said while waving his hand. ¡°You¡¯ll faint if you overuse your power. Plus, we haven¡¯t figured out how your power functions. There¡¯s no point in taking another look.¡± ¡°But Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°I told you that I just wanted an answer. You don¡¯t need to blame yourself,¡± Roland talked over her decisively. ¡°Have a good rest. From tomorrow onwards, Wendy will start to test your ability and teach you how to control your power. If I want you to take another look, we can do it later. Also, can you keep this just between us?¡± Momo stared at Roland for a long time, still quite astonished, and then nodded vigorously. After the girl left with Wendy, Nightingale returned to the office and walked up to Roland who was standing before the French window. ¡°Do you regret knowing it?¡± Roland asked while turning around. ¡°Are you kidding me?¡± Nightingale returned gruffly. ¡°I never regret. Now, what are you going to do? You only have 17 years left.¡± ¡°It¡¯s better to know it now than later. Plus, this is probably not the final result yet,¡± Roland said while watching the flickers of lights outside. He found himself strangely calm and peaceful. ¡°The soul container from Taquila may be able to retain minds. Once we figure out how magic power works in general, we can probably even build a new body in the future.¡± ¡°But there should be a ¡®future¡¯ in the first place,¡± Nightingale said, frowning. ¡°That¡¯s right. Therefore, the first thing we should do is to win the Battle of Divine Will,¡± Roland said slowly. He currently had no retreat anymore. Chapter 1270 - A Battle at the Front Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In the king¡¯s city, City of Tusk, in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. This city, which had been ravaged by the church, had yet to fully recover. From above, the outer city still lay in ruins. Nevertheless, compared to the Broken Tooth Castle that had been completely destroyed by the demonic plague,the outer part of the citylooked much better. At least, therewere not piles of decayinghuman remainsdown the wells and drainage facilities. Just a few months ago, this place had still beenunder the ruling of the Tusk Family, a branch of the royal family of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Iron Axe had initially planned to evacuate the towns and villages before he dealt with the nobles. As such, he had not interfered with the relentless battles between the Tusk, Token and Redstone Gates Families immediately. However, the sudden appearance of theRed Mist forced him to adjust his original plan. As the Tusk City was the central citythat connected the south and north of the kingdom, he had to seize it to let the troops retreating from the Kingdom of Everwinter through. It was a fairly quick and boring battle. Even without the support of the Longsong Cannon, the five temporary units, which totalled 500 soldiers, soon breached the well-fortified Tusk Castle and the Tusk Citywith the mortars and the anti-demon grenades. The local lord, Hilburke, was shot dead when he was supervising his army. The city thus fell even before the nobleslaunched a proper counterattack. The other nobles thus all surrendered,whichofficially ended the dominance ofthe three major families in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Asa commander who had been following Roland since the first battle in Border Town, Iron Axe knew the military strength of Neverwinter better than anyone else. Five years ago, they had still been struggling to defeattheLongsongDuke; but now,theFirst Army could flatten any kingdom on this continent on His Majesty¡¯s order. They had far outstripped those nobles. However, this did notgive Iron Axeanyself-contentment, nor did it relax his mind. He understood the unbridgeablegap between the human race and the demons. As the Red Mist continued to spread, the First Army was forced to constantly retreat from the Kingdom of Everwinterto the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Casualties increased every day. As the armywas not able to build a permanentdefensive line, the units were often caught unprepared by the enemies. Intelligence showed that the demons frequently appeared on the path that the troops had to pass, despite that they had confirmed several times beforehand that the road was clear. The constant defeats would definitely lower the morale among the soldiers. Iron Axe knew that he should have directed the army to the Cage Mountain and given the troops a good rest. However, His Majesty¡¯s order superseded everything.As the king needed people, he had no choice butto keep advancing despite the surging casualty rate. There was no other way except fighting back. They had to punch the demons in their ugly faces! Only in this way could they shake them off and raise the morale. Iron Axe thus picked the Tusk City as his temporary stronghold. ¡°The demons are putting their guard down,¡± Brian reported as he looked through the telescope. He had returned from the Southernmost Region to the Sedimentation Bay on Roland¡¯s order with 1,500 Mojin warriors. This was also the first formal Sand Nation army in the history of Graycastle. ¡°They started to put their guard down at the border the Kingdom of Everwinter,¡± Iron Axe agreed with a nod. ¡°Edith was right. Erecting the Obelisk on the ridge of the continentcan beboth good and bad. Although the ridge is a perfect hiding place, the demons can¡¯t easilymarch down to the south from there.¡± He could see dark,crimson clouds spread across the sky as hegazed upon the northfrom the watchtower of the castle. The Red Mist had already crossed the border of the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart, andwas now pressing slowly toward the Tusk City. Right below the clouds was Goldwater Town, which had been half enveloped by the Red Mist. Nevertheless, surprisingly, Iron Axe did not see a single Fortified Monstrous Beast. Only very few Devilbeasts were hovering in the sky, as though they had been completely abandoned by their peers. This would have never happened at the early stage of the war. After several fruitless fights, the General Staff had formed a basic idea of what the demons were planning on. The intention of their military operation was, in a way, the same as His Majesty¡¯s, which was totake more populated cities and have the men there serve them. Therefore, the demons were making every effort to stop the First Army from taking refugees away. To seize men¡¯s territories as fast as they could, the demons normally used the Fortified Monstrous Beast tocircle out a small Red Mistzone to enable their troops move from one area to anotherswiftly like frogs, and then attack the city before the RedMistcompletely spread out. By the time the demons took most of the cities in the Kingdom of Everwinter, they had advanced significantly slower. This indicated that as their territories expanded, the demons found it increasingly hard to manage the cities they had taken. It was actually pretty easy to understand why it had happened. It took time to force men to work and manage encampments. As the territories expanded, the demons¡¯ troops were further scattered. Another key factor was that the demons did not really need to send their main force to attack humans. With sufficient Red Mist, they just needed to dispatch a unit to destroy one unit of the First Army. It was thus totally unncessary to assemble a large army. Given that, after the demons reached the border of the Kingdom of Everwinter, there were fewer attacks from them. Perhaps, the demons did not necessarily reduce their total force. However, as the Red Mist had expanded significantly and stretchedaway for several hundred kilometers, it was almost impossible to monitor the whole area without increasing the force. This was exactly what Iron Axe had observed. ¡°Sir, all the ¡®supplies¡¯ shipped from Neverwinter have arrived at the Tusk City,¡± a soldier ran up to the watchtower and reported. ¡°Finally!¡± Iron Axe exclaimed in excitement as he turned around to face Brian and said, ¡°Let¡¯s go take a look.¡± They thus walked out of the castle and saw several hundred iron barrels at a clearing in front of the city gate. These barrels wereround, about half as tall as a man, one cubit in width, without asingle crack on the surface. ¡°Sir, what are they?¡± Brian asked as he studied the barrels up and down, looking utterly confused. They did not look like regular containers since there were no handles. They did not look like weapons either. Numerous battles had told him that fixed explosives were far less powerful than cannons. It was a little too unrealistic to use these barrels to fight the demons off. Brian pushed the barrels but they did not budge at all. Apparently, these barrels were filled with something. Nobody would like to spend time and effort shipping hundreds of heavy iron barrels to the front unless they were extremely important. ¡°This is His Majesty¡¯s new invention. You were still in the Southernmost Region helping His Majesty expand his territory when they were being tested, so naturally you don¡¯t know,¡± Iron Axe replied smilingly. ¡± These barrelswill be the key to this battle. If they really work asperfectly as they did in the test, we would then beable to catch the demons offguard even in a mobile warfare!¡± Chapter 1271 - The Fiery Sky Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Jodel was observing the Tusk City through a peephole of a deserted house in the Tusk Castle. Due to the difference in elevation, he could only spy a small area outside the city gate. This would be the first stronghold they had to seize after the battle broke out. In this operation, Mojins would advance first. This did not mean, however, that Brian thought Mojins were disposable. In fact, they had earned this opportunity. The general rule in the Southernmost Region was to prove oneself through power and strength, and attain resources through victories. Jodel was from a small clan in the oasis. As the Silver Stream Oasis gradually shrank, his clan was on the brink of extinction. That was the reason that he had risked himself dealing with northerners in the first place. But now, all the clansmen had relocated to the Port of Clearwater, the permanent oasis that they had dreamed about. It was a reward from the chief for the victory of the battle against the Wildwave and Cut Bone clans. Jodel requested to join this battle simply because he wanted to kill as many enemies as possible in exchange for greater rewards. He did not really care about who the enemies were. Fighting demons was actually better than living in fear of hunger, thirst, and uncertainty of the future. Jodel believed that most Sand Nationals had the same feeling. ¡°Did you find anything?¡± someone asked him from behind. ¡°No, except that the Red Mist gets thicker. I can¡¯t see anything,¡± Jodel said as he blocked the peephole quietly and turned around. The one who put questions was Farry, the youngest soldier in the unit. Even his gun was taller than him. A deep scar ran the length of his face from his forehead all the way to the corner of his mouth, making his young face look a little grotesque. Jodel remembered his outstanding performance during the training, despite his young age. Even some of the most experienced warriors found it hard to beat him. Jodel was surprised that Farry had yet made his name in the small oasis. He had actually never heard of him before. ¡°We¡¯ve been waiting for two weeks, right?¡± Farry complained. ¡°It¡¯s so boring getting stuck here with hundreds of people.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t Sir Brian say that the demons have flying Devilbeasts? In order not to attract the demons¡¯ attention, we have to wait,¡± Jodel answered. ¡°Haven¡¯t you hunted before? It¡¯s common for us to wait for half a month to ambush a sandworm. Be patient.¡± According to the operation plan, Iron Axe had sent around 2,000 people to the northern part of the Broken Tooth Castle where these soldiers dispersed and hid themselves. Another 1,000 soldiers were sent to the inner city in the south as a reserve unit. Their hiding spot looked no different than a ruin from outside, but the inside was pretty spacious. Its upper level was used for scouting while the lower level served as a temporary residence. Soldiers were supplied with water and food. Bedrooms and washrooms were separated. Although there was, inevitably, some odor, it was much more sanitary than where they had lived during the hunting event. Jodel did not quite understand why Farry suddenly started to complain. ¡°You don¡¯t understand,¡± Farry returned hesitantly as he glared at Jodel and slumped against the wall. ¡°What do you think these iron barrels are used for? The demons have come, but they haven¡¯t done anything but digging and burying.¡± ¡°I have no idea¡­ but it¡¯s the chief¡¯s invention. I¡¯m not surprised.¡± He had seen too many marvelous tools and weapons in the past one year. ¡°I hope this isn¡¯t a new Pill of Madness,¡± Farry muttered. Jodel had heard of the Pill of Madness before. He was about to ask Farry for more details when someone poked his head out from below and said, ¡°We¡¯ve got a message from the rear. We¡¯re going to launch an attack soon. Get yourselves prepared.¡± Farry let out a deep sigh and said, ¡°Finally we can do something. I¡¯ll go right away.¡± Jodel was more cautious. He asked, ¡°What¡¯s the signal? Is it what we¡¯ve planned?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± the same person replied to him. ¡°When you hear the explosion, advance.¡± ¡°It¡¯s about the time,¡± Iron Axe said as he put down the telescope and turned around. ¡°Now, connect it to the power.¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± two soldiers from the explosion unit shouted and immediately began to operate the hand crank generator. The third soldier put his hand on the lever. It was finally the time to test out what they had been preparing and planning for such a long time. The Red Mist had already spread throughout the entire king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. If the First Army continued to retreat, the demons would soon seize the Broken Tooth Castle eventually. Like the king¡¯s city of Graycastle and Silver City, the king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Broken Tooth Castle were also adjacent to each other. The Broken Tooth Castle formed a natural barrier for the Tusk City. It was said that the king¡¯s city would remain intact as long as the Broken Tooth Castle did not fell. However, at the moment, they had to use the Broken Tooth Castle to give the demons who had occupied the Tusk City a heavy blow. Iron Axe had noticed that all the demons were equipped with a breathing device, which was quite a burden for them. Except for the Mad Demons that were pursuing the refugees, the other demons pretty much confined their activities to the area permeated with the Red Mist. This gave the First Army a great opportunity to launch a counterattack. ¡°Sir, the explosion unit is ready!¡± Iron Axe ordered heavily, ¡°Ignite the explosives!¡± As the soldier pressed the lever, a jet of dazzling red flash suddenly rose into the air above the northern part of the Broken Tooth Castle. More than 500 iron barrels were ignited at the same time. Golden flames lit the sky and the king¡¯s city. Everyone heard the ringing explosion. However, this was just the beginning. The barrels actually contained the slimes of the rubber worms created by Kyle, mixed with inflammable oil and accelerants such as powdered aluminum and magnesium. The mixture itself was not hazardous when it was solid, but when they were sent into the air and spread out like a mist, the slimes would become fatal. As the slimes were immediately burned off, the reaction resembled an explosion. In a split second, the air around the explosives was heated up to nearly 1,000 degrees, and the expanded air currents further inflamed the fire. Just at that moment, the chain reaction occurred. The explosives should have showered down at the ground. However, as the temperature exceeded the absolute threshold, the explosives continued to spread out like red orangey lightning and formed a giant net above the city. The flames, amazingly, started to move onwards! Iron Axe was also shocked by this incredible scene. Then he suddenly came to the realization that the fiery rain had ignited the Red Mist. In an instant, the rapidly spreading red ¡°lightning¡± infiltrated the air, and the giant net had now transformed into a massive shade! After that, there was a more intense explosion. The fiery shade suddenly broke as a gigantic fireball soared into the sky like a hatched fiery bird. The sound produced by the fireball was much louder than the previous blast created by the iron barrels. Iron Axe even saw that the air around the king¡¯s city distort. The earth began to quaver! Chapter 1272 - Beneath the Flames Translator: Transn Editor: Transn As soon as he heard the first explosion, Jodel and his unit filed out of their hiding place according to the instruction. However, no sooner had they trooped out than an ear-splitting boom came from the north. Dust was stirred up, and they almost fell as the ground shook violently. Jodel managed to steady himself and looked toward the Tusk City in surprise. As he was standing on the lower land, he could only spy an orange fireball punch the air as thick smoke spiraled up. The Red Mist around the fireball was lit up, and the sky was aflame. The Sand Nationals looked horrified. They could only think of one phrase at this moment: the wrath of the Three Gods! ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid,¡± Jodel yelled through clenched teeth and waved his arm. ¡°This is a weapon created by the chief to fight the demons! It¡¯s the demons that should be scared not us!¡± His words jerked everyone out of the trance. ¡°That¡¯s right. This is Heaven¡¯s fire summoned by the chief!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t just stop there. Move!¡± The unit resumed to run. People came out from behind the wall, the windows and the collapsed houses. They soon joined the advance team and swarmed toward the Tusk City like a tidal wave. Jodel was running at the very front of the unit. Although he had completely submitted to the chief¡¯s ruling, he still believed that Sand Nationals were more suitable to fight than northerners, especially for warriors from small clans like him who had grown up in a barren oasis and been used to struggling to live. He could use not only bows and swords but also flintlocks. After receiving further training from Brian, he could now shoot fixed targets accurately and also fire on the go. This was a perfect time for him to demonstrate his power. He not only wanted to be the first one that entered the city but also the first person to gain the victory. He wanted his name to be remembered by the entire army! However, when the troops ascended and gained the city wall of the Tusk City, a smothering heat wave greeted them. For a second, Jodel thought he had returned to the desert blazed in the summer sunlight in the Southernmost Region. His skin was basking in the burning air, and he could hardly open his eyes. Neither could the soldiers following him. The whole unit was thwarted by an invisible wall and slowed down. Some northerners at the front even retreated in embarrassment and crouched down below the slope, in an attempt to protect themselves from the heat. Jodel forced himself to march forward, but he immediately realized that something had gone wrong. The fireball in the air was extinguished. A thin strand of smoke was still coiling. The thick veil of the Red Mist was now missing one corner, as though a giant beast had bitten it off. There was thus one blank area in the sky free of the Red Mist. Through the wide open city gates, Jodel saw heat waves rolling at the end of the horizon, and the buildings on the ground looked distorted after the impact. The wooden houses all collapsed during the explosion, their blackened pillars sprouting out like the devil¡¯s claws. The demons, however, did not come up to stop them or disperse in various directions. In fact, there was not a single demon in his view. Jodel suddenly felt it hard to breathe in the scorching heat, and his body started to protest. His step became increasingly heavy. ¡°Darn. Why do I suddenly get so weak?¡± The city wall was within his reach, but in a second, he lost all his power, and his vision blurred. Jodel stumbled and then fell to the ground. That last thing he saw was the contemptuous look on Farry¡¯s face as the latter dragged him out of the way. This battle exceeded Iron Axe and the General Staff¡¯s expectation. They had expected that the north of the king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Wolfheartwould be ablaze. The flames would have not only burned all the houses but also the Red Mist outside the city. Then the Tusk City would have been isolated temporarily, and the demons without the breathing device would have been in a panic. After that, the ambush unit should have raided the demons and finished the rest of the enemies off. Although Iron Axe did not know how many demons there would be, based on the past intelligence, the demons would normally assign troops according to the population of the city. The demons definitely knew that the Tusk City had been evacuated. Therefore, during the first few days after the appearance of the Red Mist, the number of the demons should have been no more than500. In other words, the First Army should have gained a very advantageous position in terms of number and strength. Nevertheless, they were not relying on this battle to eliminate the demons, for the soldiers had to hide themselves in the underground passages and ruins to avoid the scrutiny of the Devilbeasts. As such, they could not use any heavy weapons. It was not hard to suppress the demons with the rifles and the anti-demon grenades, but it was difficult to pursue them with only light weapons. The main goal of this battle was to lower the demons¡¯ morale and make them realize that human beings could fight back even while they were retreating. In this way, the army would be able to alleviate the stress of the retreating unit. Nevertheless, the battle simply ended after the explosion. The fire wall did not appear as planned. Instead, the heat waves as a result of the earth-shaking explosion barred the ambush unit from entering the king¡¯s city. Many soldiers were burned and had even passed out. As such, it was impossible for them to continue with the operation. Of course, it did not necessarily mean that they had failed. They could easily imagine what the inner city looked like judging from the heated air outside. No written records had shown that demons had a higher tolerance to heat than men. The only thing that Iron Axe felt regretted about was that he could not see the outcome of the battle at the front in person. As he had no idea when the temperature in the city would drop, he had to leave to avoid getting burned. ¡°Sir, all the troops except us have withdrawn from the Broken Tooth Castle,¡± Brian said as he walked out of the headquarters in excitement. He had not participated in the test of the new weapon, but he would remember what it had done in this battle for the rest of his life. ¡°Very well. Let¡¯s retreat,¡± Iron Axe said while nodding. ¡°I think it won¡¯t be long before the demons notice us. It won¡¯t be so easy to escape when they come after us.¡± Just as Iron Axe had predicted, the next day, a demon unit arrived at the Tusk City on the Devilbeasts, the leader of which was none other than the Sky Lord, Hackzord. Chapter 1273 - The Demons Guile Translator: Transn Editor: Transn 20 hours later, Hackzord received a report saying a fireball blasted in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, which caused substantial damage to the supply unit. At that time, he was still in a city in the west of the Kingdom of Everwinter, whose lord had just pledged allegiance to him. To be honest, Hackzord did not really want to deal with such a trifle. However, the report stressed that the explosion was exceptionally powerful. He thus decided to come to take a look in person. Hackzord dreaded dealing with human beings, but he was the only one capable of this job at the Western Front. Not everyone was as smart as Ursrook who would like to learn various things, even though they appeared to be useless. Most of the Upgraded viewed humans as low lives and certainly would not invest their time in learning their language. His commanders were very loyal to him and were all outstanding warriors. However, they also despised the mankind. They would have probably ripped men apart had he sent them to negotiate with human beings. Nevertheless, men were submissive and meek animals. Although they were weak, they were somewhat clever. Hence, they could replace many Inferior Demons at the early stage of the war. It was, therefore, not advisable to exterminate them immediately. This was actually all Valkries¡¯ fault. She should have been the perfect Senior Lord to communicate with human beings, but she wasted her time in the Red Mist Pond. Hackzord felt that his patience was running out. When he arrived at the Tusk City, however, he immediately realized that something had gone terribly wrong. The Red Mist was extremely thin as though it had been wiped off the sky. The city had been devastated. Remains of houses and blackened wooden frames could be seen everywhere. As he dropped, Hackzord felt the high temperature and greeted a pungent smell. He soon discovered where that smell came from. A group of strange Inferior Demons curled themselves up on the street, their burned skins peeling off. Apparently, they had died in the fire. What puzzled Hackzord was that there were no visible signs of combustible materials around them, apart from some bricks and mud. Hackzord did not know how the fire had started. He saw more than one burned Inferior Demon. ¡°Totolock, take ten people with you and search for the human army. Report to me immediately after you find them.¡± ¡°Yes, master.¡± ¡°Siacis, look into this matter and see if there¡¯s anyone still alive.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± The two Upgraded soon heeded his order. Hackzord strolled along the street toward the northern area where his army sustained the greatest damage. According to the report, one supply unit comprised of Inferior Demons was attacked. These poor Inferior Demons, who had never had a chance to upgrade themselves, were pretty much like laborers and slaves in the human society. At that time, they were shipping obsidian and a secondary Red Mist Pond to the Tusk City, for the purpose of building a campsite for the Junior Demons and the Upgraded. From the remains at the scene and the scattered obsidian, it was obvious that the Inferior Demons suffered the blow while they were working, for some of them still stayed in the last position when they died. The fact that there was no sign of a fight indicated that human beings had not confronted the supply unit directly. The explosion had ended as quickly and unexpectedly as they had occurred. Hackzord thereby judged that this was a trap of the enemies rather than the work of an organized army under the scrutiny of the Bogle Beasts. Totolock might not find anything during this search. This fact made Hackzord feel increasingly uneasy. He would rather see the human army swarm toward him than hiding in the dark. He did not really care about those Inferior Demons, but he could not accept any failure at the Western Front. If the main force encountered a trap like this, the result could be disastrous. Without a doubt, human beings, once again, used ¡°fire¡± as their weapon. Hackzord was familiar with fire. In the past Battles of Divine Will, they had also used fire to attack the cities occupied by the human race. They rarely used it simply because the Red Mist could easily get burned at a high temperature. But it was his first time seeing self-combustible fire. Unless the whole city had become a furnace. But how could it be possible? If the mankind had the ability to achieve such an incredible transformation, he must inform the king of the potential danger at the Western Front. ¡°Hang on¡­ Fire?¡± An image suddenly flashed across Hackzord¡¯s mind. It was an image he had captured when he had been searching for Kabradhabi¡¯s memories in the Realm of Mind. A bright fireball blasted in the air like the rising sun. Was this weapon what Kabradhabi had seen? Hackzord shuddered involuntarily. While he was lost in thought, Siacis¡¯ voice came to him suddenly, ¡°Sir, I¡¯ve figured out what happened. There were 350 Inferior Demons in the supply unit and around 10 Primal Demons that guarded them. I haven¡¯t found anyone that survived, but I think I know how those low lives did that.¡± ¡°Really? Then tell me.¡± ¡°Please follow me.¡± Hackzord thus followed Siacis to the northern city wall where some Primal Demons were digging something. Around them lay a few black metal fragments. A little farther on, Hackzord saw some tumbled chariots. After they had developed powerful and flexible symbiotic demons, these old-school war machineries were obsolete and only served as transportation tools. ¡°Look,¡± Siacis said as he extended out his tentacle and grasped one fragment that were clearly melted down. ¡°If we put them together, we could roughly see the shape of a vessel. These vessels spread out in a line along the city wall, and there were around hundreds of them. I believe those low lives put snow powder and combustible materials in them, in an attempt to cut the retreat of our supply unit, and then launch the attack.¡± Hackzord was now very familiar with humans¡¯ weapons, and he had indeed obtained a lot of them in this battle. Both ¡°fire forks¡± and ¡°fire bolts¡± required combustible materials such as snow powder to be effective. They were much more complicated than weapons powered by magic. Because of this, most of these weapons had pretty complex structures, which was something that Hackzord had not seen 400 years ago. ¡°If this was just an ordinary fire, why did it cause so much damage?¡± ¡°Sir, the fire wasn¡¯t ordinary. At least, its temperature was much higher than an ordinary one. However, I don¡¯t think it was self-combustible. The key, in my opinion, may lie in the chariots.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Hackzord pursued. Siacis was a psychic, so he possessed a greater insight than the other Upgraded. That was why Hackzord brought him to the battlefield. ¡°When the snow powder was ignited, the heat was transmitted to the chariots through the city gates. The chariots are usually used to ship heavy equipment rather than the storage tanks for the Red Mist. The chariots thus exploded and further broke down the Red Mist,¡± Siacis hissed while waving his nimble tentacle. ¡°You know that everything would burn at a certain temperature, including us.¡± Hackzord was a little relieved after hearing Siacis¡¯ explanation. No matter what combustible materials they were, the fragments of the giant iron barrels made him feel settled a lot. It seemed that human beings needed to make a lot of preparations beforehand to make this kind of explosion happen. They could not throw the explosives at their will. Hackzord thus believed that these traps would not pose a threat to the main force of his army as long as he took precautions. Hackzord certainly did not think it easy to inspect a city occupied by human beings in a short period of time. Suspending the transportation of the Red Mist Pond and the storage tanks would not stop a second explosion either. He could not entrust this matter to the simple-minded Primal Demons and Inferior Demons. The best way was to have human beings attack each other. ¡°Sir, what should we do next?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t enter the city just yet. Let men inspect the city for us,¡± Hackzord said quickly. ¡°I can¡¯t get more Inferior Demons from other locations. Let the Snow Reflection Castle make up the loss. I believe Earl Marwayne would love to serve me.¡± ¡°Also, shouldn¡¯t we obtain some of the enemies¡¯ weapons?¡± Hackzord went on. ¡°Many noblesloathe the Graycastle men. Give them an opportunity to avenge themselves.¡± Chapter 1274 - Ambition Translator: Transn Editor: Transn A thin veil of Red Mist dropped down from the crest of the Impassable Mountain Range. Marwayne Parker had thought that it would be as intolerable as the mine, where the air was impregnated with dust. Surprisingly, however, he felt fine. If he took a deep breath, he could sense a hint of cool wetness in the surroundings. The demon commander had told him that the Mist contained the essence of a life form. It would not cause human beings any harm but would instead strengthen them. Only witches, their mortal enemy, would suffer a fatal power rebound. Marwayne was not sure whether he should trust the demon commander, but from what he could see at present, the Red Mist seemed to be harmless, except that it obscured his view sometimes. After a month, he had completely got used to living in an environment permeated with the Red Mist. ¡°My lord, the Sky Lord sent an ambassador.¡± Just then, a guard entered the study and reported, ¡°He¡¯s waiting for you in the yard.¡± Marwayne nodded silently and said, ¡°Ask him to wait for a moment. I¡¯ll be there right away.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord.¡± Marwayne smiled after the guard closed the door. Every time he heard others call him lord, he felt exhilarated. He had thought it would be his last when the demon had crossed the abyss and invaded the Snow Reflection Castle a month ago. However, the demon had set him free. After abandoning his prejudice against the demons, Marwayne found the Sky Lord was quite communicative. In a way, he was easier to deal with than the Graycastle men. At least, the Sky Lord would not strip the nobles of their lands without any reason. The demons did not require him to pay taxes, nor did they loot his lands and usurp his power. As long as he pledged fealty to them, he could retain what he had now and also have a chance to gain more rewards. The demons could be rude, but they did not really prejudice his personal interests. After the Sky Lord asked him to rule the three cities near the Snow Reflection Castle, he became even more satisfied with the status quo. The Snow Reflection Castle was a fortified, isolated island. Nobody could easily invade his territory, but he could not expand his domain from here either.Marwayne had thought he would remain as an earl for the rest of his life. He had not expected, nevertheless, that he would elevate to dukeon the doomsday. Now, he ruled the entire northern region of the Kingdom of Everwinter and was, veritably, the Duke of the Northern Region. Marwayne covered his mouth and forced himself to keep up a straight face. He closed the window and walked downstairs. The demons had indeed killed dozens of his guards and hundreds of his subjects, but no war did not have bloodshed. Nobles also competed for lands through wars. As he was currently the ruler of four cities, his army expanded a great deal. As for the loss of population, he was sure that in a few years¡¯ time, with sufficient lands and food, there would be more people in his domain. He should also hang those who were pointing behind his back and accusing him of submitting to the demons out of fear. Marwayne immediately saw the ambassador sent by the Sky Lord and the giant monster lying beside him as he entered the yard. To be honest, he did not know how to distinguish these demons. Unlike Hackzord, these demons were disgusting and barbarian. Had they not been sent by the demon commander, Marwayne would not have spared a look at these savage beasts. ¡°What can I do for the Sky Lord?¡± The ambassador produced a stone from the pocket of his mount and opened his large, crimson mouth. Then he blurted out a word, ¡°Listen!¡± It was again magic voice transmission. Marwayne stepped a few paces back involuntarily, for he could not stand the terrible breath of the ambassador. He forced himself to suppress his revulsion and said, ¡°I¡¯m listening.¡± The stone flickered, and then a familiar voice reached his ears. ¡°How do you feel like being the ruler of a region? I hope you haven¡¯t forgotten your promise, Mr. Duke.¡± ¡°Of course not, Your Excellency,¡± Marwayne replied quickly. ¡°I¡¯m at your service.¡± ¡°Very well. I believe that your subjects have got used to our presence after a month. Now it¡¯s time to build an army and help us build a campsite. I want the campsite to be built in the Kingdom of Wolfheart rather than the Kingdom of Everwinter, and I need at least 2,000 people. Well, the more, the better, naturally.¡± Marwayne wondered if Hackzord wanted heavy labor. He estimated that it was not going to be hard to fulfill this order. Therefore, he replied, ¡°Leave it to me, Your Excellency.¡± ¡°I did pick the right person,¡± the Sky Lord commented in satisfaction. ¡°Also, what about the research on those weapons? Can you duplicate them?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Marwayne faltered. ¡°We can use them, but it¡¯ll take a few more days to replicate them. I summoned the best blacksmith in the Northern Region and asked every one of them to forge a part. It was not very successful. I believe the witches are involved in the creation of the weapons. The blacksmiths told me that these weapons are not likely made by ordinary people.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I thought,¡± Hackzord said. Luckily, he did not blame Marwayne. ¡°Even if that¡¯s the case, you should also use them to resist the Graycastle men. This is my second order. Send people to Graycastle to stop them taking refugees. I¡¯ll give you the rest of the weapons we obtained.¡± ¡°But I don¡¯t have knights anymore ¡ª ¡± ¡°Then recruit them!¡± Hackzord talked over him. ¡°Don¡¯t you men like to recruit people? You tend to grant lands to others and ask them to serve you. Don¡¯t be too cheap. If you succeed, you may become the King of Everwinter.¡± Marwayne quavered. He had been dreaming of becoming the King of Everwinter. He had never anticipated that his ambition would come true in this way. Marwayne placed his hand on his chest, trying to slow down the frantic pounding of his heart. It took him a great deal of efforts to steady his voice. ¡°Yes, Your Excellency. I¡¯ll do my best to carry out this mission.¡± ¡°Be fast. I want to see the result as soon as possible.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t let you down.¡± The flicker disappeared. ¡°I, come, a week later,¡± the ambassador again blurted inarticulately. With these words, he clambered onto the winged monster, raised his arm, and rose into the air. The winged monster howled and flew toward the outer city before it quickly disappeared from Marwayne¡¯s view. Marwayne¡¯s face was, however, soon, covered in the dust that the monster had kicked up. ¡°Sh*t!¡± He coughed. Had all the demons acted like the Sky Lord, men would not have viewed the demons as monsters from hell. Marwayne summoned the old scholar at once after he returned to the castle. Although this aged scholar had wetted his pants last time at the city wall, Marwayne could not find anyone else that could help him. After relating Hackzord¡¯s order to the old scholar, Marwayne asked, ¡°So, what do you think?¡± ¡°My lord, this is a perfect opportunity!¡± the old scholar exclaimed while holding Marwayne¡¯s hand. ¡°I dedicated my whole life to the Parker Family, and I remember your father always wanted to expand the Snow Reflection Castle. Now, you not only did that but also got a chance to become the King of Everwinter. You must not let this opportunity slip!¡± ¡°I think so too, but do you really think those knights can defeat the Graycastle men?¡± Marwayne asked. ¡°You¡¯ve seen how ingenius those snow powder and bolts are. It¡¯s impossible to replicate them, and the demons might not be able to obtain many of them. What if we run out of the weapons?¡± ¡°No, my lord. We don¡¯t have to directly confront the army from Graycastle,¡± the old scholar said while shaking his head. ¡°The Sky Lord doesn¡¯t plan to do that either. He said ¡®stop them taking refugees¡¯. As far as I know, the Graycastle troops are quite scattered. Once we have adequate weapons, we may stand in an advantageous position! If we successfully crush a few units, the Graycastle soldiers will become hesitant. In fact, I just thought of an excellent idea!¡± ¡°Really? Spit it out.¡± The old scholar then whispered his thought to the duke. Marwayne¡¯s face lit up. ¡°That should work!¡± Marwayne said while nodding vigorously. ¡°In that case, their strength will become their weakness. Let¡¯s do it!¡± Chapter 1275 - The Pharmaceutical Industry in Neverwinter Translator: Transn Editor: Transn In Neverwinter, Graycastle. Two days later, Wendy sent the test results of the two new witches to Roland¡¯s office. ¡°I have to say that their abilities are very¡­ complicated,¡± Wendy said as she handed in the reports. ¡°It was my first time seeing that there are so many variables in one ability. This is just a part of the test result. If you want to have the full report, you probably need to wait for another few days.¡± ¡°Hmm,¡± Roland said as he put down his work and reviewed the report with great interest. ¡°I believe that the Taquila witches are also interested in them, right?¡± Wendy replied with a nod, ¡°They asked Phyllis to conduct the test for the Chosen One immediately. Unfortunately, the light beams of the two new witches are quite weak. They definitely aren¡¯t the keys to the Instrument of Divine Retribution.¡± Roland was profoundly relieved after hearing this news. He had just approved the nationwide electricity plan, and all the magic cores were currently being converted into Mystery Moon¡¯s power. Had the Chosen One suddenly appeared at this moment, Celine would have been pretty resentful. It would take a few decades to restore the Instrument of Divine Retribution, and it would definitely not be a pleasant experience monitoring the device every day. Roland had heard from Honey that the Senior Witches from Taquila had recently developed a new hobby of ¡°sunbath¡±. Instead of lying sprawled across the field under the sunlight, they actually crept out of the cave at night and lay there until the sunrise. Since direct sunlight could cause harm to the carriers, they generally did not like coming out of their hidings. Roland did not understand why the Taquila witches suddenly started this new activity, but at least, he could tell that they felt quite relaxed. This was undoubtedly a good sign. Roland quickly turned to the last page of the report. Thylane¡¯s ability mainly affected a person¡¯s mood, and it would only take effect after that person took the pill. Like most attaching magic type, her ability would lose its effectiveness after a certain period of time, and its lasting power normally depended on the size of the object and how much magic Thylane invested in the first the place. The test result showed that the ¡°magic pill¡± could alter literally every emotion that a man could feel, including but not limited to happiness, pain, fatigue, tiredness, anxiety and fear. Once the power of the pill faded away, those suppressed emotions would come out altogether. Roland somehow figured out why the magic pill could do so many things but the light beam was weak. The magic power, in a sense, was a nerve block that delayed the nerve conduction and the transmission of hormones temporarily. Its mechanism was very similar to that of some drugs in the modern society, except that the latter had very serious side effects and could be addictive as well. Nevertheless, the light beam was not the only factor that determined the value of one¡¯s ability. Thylane¡¯s ¡°magic pill¡± would definitely create a lucrative market and bring Roland immense wealth that could shock the entire pharmaceutical industry if he sold the drug in his previous world. Mental illness was usually far more complicated than physical injuries, and it was normally harder to cure. Thylane¡¯s magic pill could not eliminate symptoms but could delay them. As long as he took control on individual dose, the pill could minimize the impact of many diseases. Patients, for example, would feel less tired and anxious, and thereby live a normal life. All the negative emotions could get out when the patient was fast asleep. In that way, he would be able to ¡°absorb¡± negative emotions without even realizing it. Once people felt well rested and calm, their bodies would repair themselves a lot faster. The magic power could also help with some fatal injuries. People tended to lose their consciousness when experiencing excruciating pain. A lot of times, the injured was not able to properly handle their injuries in a timely fashion and thereby missed the best time to receive treatment. If they could treat themselves immediately before the paramedics arrived, they would have a higher chance to survive. The paramedics would then just need to deal with the shock and pain coming after and help the patient overcome the very first few days after the injuries, which were usually the hardest and most crucial. Also, there were other witches who could help with injuries. Roland remembered that Tilly had once told him about a witch named Della on the Sleeping Island who could alleviate pain. Hero from the Witch Union could transfer diseases to other living beings. Although he was not sure whether Hero could also transfer negative emotions, he could ask her to give it a shot. The key was that without Thylane¡¯s magic pill, neither Della nor Hero could be of much help. Soldiers could get injured anytime during a battle, and witches could not always come to their rescue. In fact, many First Army soldiers killed in action had died on their way to the hospital because they had lost their consciousness and failed to give their wounds an emergency treatment. Now, this situation might be changed. Wendy¡¯s report stated that Thylane¡¯s ability could either positively or negatively influence a person¡¯s emotions in general, but she could not choose what specific emotion she would like to apply her ability to. This was also what a new witch needed to learn. She had to understand and learn how to accurately control her ability. Roland trusted that Wendy and Agatha would teach her. Once Thylane learned how to apply her ability to a certain emotion, all the current problems would be solved. Roland could already see a prospective pharmaceutical industry from the report. This giant industry would definitely be more economically profitable than Chaos Drinks. As for the other witch¡­ Roland ran his fingers through the form in the appendix on the last page and lapsed into thought. ¡°Your Majesty, this is¡­¡± Nightingale apparently also saw the sections of the form in various colors. She looked up at Wendy and said, ¡°Are you sure the report is accurate?¡± ¡°Most of it is accurate. I can¡¯t really collect a large sample in such a short time,¡± Wendy replied. ¡°The only thing I¡¯m certain now is that the number could decrease and increase.¡± In short, the strange number Momo saw was the remaining years a person had at the current stage. The color of the number represented its future trend. Wendy recorded the numbers for the residents in Neverwinter that she and Momo had observed in great detail in her report and found that the color of the numbers for Neverwinter residents was significantly lighter than the refugees in the temporary residential area. She thus concluded that the color of the number was subject to change under the influence of different factors, including hunger, health and disabilities. The deeper the color was, the lower the number would be. She also provided an example in the report that the number for a refugee from the Kingdom of Wolfheart had increased from five to seven after he had drunk the Cleansing Water. If Momo¡¯s prediction was accurate, then this refugee must have carried some infectious disease, for at first, he would have only lived for another five years. However, after he drank the Cleansing Water, the situation had changed, and Momo reassessed his condition. Although Wendy did not know what the color represented for at present, she viewed it as an unhealthy condition. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Nightingale said apprehensively. ¡°It¡¯s better than what we thought, isn¡¯t it?¡± Roland comforted. ¡°At least, the number could go up, as long as we use the right method.¡± Wendy wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent. Roland thus returned to the report. It appeared that there was a huge difference in the numbers between various parts of Neverwinter. The average number in the North Slope Mine area was the lowest among all, and that for refugees was a little higher. The numbers in the Witch Building and the Sleeping Spell were 10 to 20 higher than the other areas, which reflected that the awakened witches did live longer than ordinary people on average. Chapter 1276 - An Overlooked Ability Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland took out a piece of paper from his desk and roughly estimated the average age of the residents in the urban area and the temporary residential area. He then concluded that the average age of Neverwinter residents were between 40 and 50, while that of the latter was around 35. He could already tell many problems from these numbers. Generally speaking, it took a long time to increase men¡¯s lifespan. Apparently, the life in Border Town in the beginning should be no better than the refugees¡¯. However, in just five years, the lifespan of the local residents had increased significantly, to which Nana and Lily made a great contribution. ¡°We¡¯ve collected data of 1,000 people within just two days. I don¡¯t think Momo looked at each individual one by one, did she?¡± Roland asked. ¡°No. If she has sufficient power, she can see the numbers of all the people in that area,¡± Wendy replied quietly. ¡°But she hasn¡¯t done that before, neither does she know her limit. She thinks that her ability is like a curse. She can see when they¡¯re going to die but can¡¯t do anything about it.¡± ¡°Like she¡¯s watching people around her die,¡± Nightingale commented after a sigh. Roland, however, thought it totally wrong. This was definitely not a curse or a misfortune! When the development of a country reached a certain level, every single policy could exert a profound influence on the nation. Roland certainly had to abandon that outdated management style, and that was the reason statistics was so important. Every modern organization should develop a well-functioning system to collect, observe and track the data change and make adjustments to their policies accordingly. A statistical analysis of the residents¡¯ average lifespan was an indispensable step in this process. It would normally take several decades to found such a well-organized department and recruit enough employees to conduct the survey without Momo¡¯s ability, for people would never know how long a man could live after he was deceased. Currently, except for Neverwinter, the other cities in Graycastle only had a secondary city hall to execute orders, and they were always short staffed. It was, therefore, almost impossible for them to conduct the census in the communities. In fact, the establishment of such a complete information system was largely attributed to Scroll¡¯s hardwork. Only when they could delegate literate people to grass root organizations such as local communities could they say that a fully-developed government had been established. Momo¡¯s ability, however, could help Roland skip all the preparation work and develop a national statistical system right away from scratch, even though she only knew a little about her ability at the moment. Once Wendy figured out what those different colors indicated, possibly hunger, disease, environment, etc., he could then easily build a huge database that predicted the future trend of the population. With proper management, Roland believed that the kingdom would benefit a lot from Momo¡¯s ability. Those nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart never knew what they had missed. Roland had already viewed Momo as an honorous clerk of the Administrative Office, and she could possibly become a minister in the future. ¡°By the way, did you get Nana¡¯s treating schedule?¡± Roland asked as he closed the report. Wendy answered with a nod, ¡°She¡¯sworking today. Do you want to see her?¡± The hospital was indeed the busiest place in the city, especially after a major war. Unlike Anna, Nana Pine did not have to stay in the laboratory all day, but she was fully booked every day. It was said that there were hundreds of people on the waitlist, and that number was steadily increasing. Her busy schedule was also partially due to her ability. Nana would exhaust her power within only 15 minutes when she treated a person with a broken limb. As such, she would not treat anyone that had lost a body part larger than a palm now. All these people would be granted a certificate of disability. Only after Nana came of age or upgraded could these disabled men jump the queue and receive treatment. They would need to show their certificates of disability to enjoy this privilege, of course. Speaking of upgrade, Nana would enter her adulthood in the Months of Demons this year. However, the first thing that came to Roland¡¯s head was when Nana had held that injured chicken and indignantly accused him of inflicting pain on the poor creature. Roland remembered that she used to study in the same school as Anna. ¡°Alright. Let¡¯s go take a look.¡± Momo had not expected that Wendy would treat her with great hospitality instead of banishing her after knowing about her ability. She and Thylane thus moved to the Witch Building and became members of the Witch Union. Every night after dinner, there would be some other witches visiting them, althoughThylane and Momo could not match the faces to their names. The food here was heavenly delicious, and someone also taught them how to use the facilities in the room and told them what they should pay attention to in the Castle District. Within just two days, they had changed their previous idea about the world completely. It was so nice to be alive. When Momo learned that she could see again, she threw herself into Wendy¡¯s arms and cried. This was the only place where she had the liberty to cry. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Wendy consoled her while patting Momo on the back. ¡°Nana rarely lives in the Witch Building, but she¡¯s also a member of the Witch Union. She¡¯s around the same age as you and would love to treat you.¡± On the day of her appointment, Momo followed Ring to the hospital early in the morning. On her way, Ring explained to Momo Nana¡¯s background. Unlike her, Miss Pine was from a noble family. She had great power and was called Miss Angel by Neverwinter residents. In other words, she was a person Momo looked up to. Momo could even see Nana in her mind¡¯s eye that the latter must be a smiling and elegant lady wearing pretty clothes whom everyone adored. Momo was thus very nervous when Ring led her to Nana¡¯s room. She lowered her head, feeling somehow ashamed and embarrassed. ¡°Is this the patient I¡¯m treating next?¡± a silvery voice reached her ears. ¡°Yes, she¡¯s Momo. Like you, she¡¯s also a witch,¡± a familiar voice responded. Momo looked up and, surprisingly, found the person was none other than the king! And then she saw Miss Angel that everyone was talking about. It took Momo all her efforts not to scream. Nana Pine was wearing a white robe, with only a pair of eyes left in the air. Her clothes were far from being pretty. Instead, she wore even simpler than civilians. What truly horrified her was the fresh, dripping blood on her chest! Chapter 1277 - Out of Darkness Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Ah, don¡¯t worry. This isn¡¯t my blood,¡± Nana said as she took off the robe with Ring¡¯s help. ¡°The previous patient broke an arm when operating the machine, so it¡¯s a little messy.¡± ¡°R-really?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Come here. Let me take a look at your eye.¡± ¡°She¡¯s so confident and strong. Is she really of the same age as me?¡± Momo swallowed hard. She took off her eye mask carefully and slowly approached Nana. ¡°Right. Just like Wendy said. I should have sufficient magic power to cure you,¡± Nana mumbled after a preliminary examination and handed Momo a bowl of liquid medicine. Then she patted the bed next to her and said, ¡°Lie down after you drink it. It¡¯ll only take about 10 minutes.¡± Momo heeded Nana¡¯s words, and, to her astonishment, saw the latter take out a knife. ¡°Your, Your Majesty¡­ Wendy¡­¡± Momo said while looking at the two spectators helplessly. She was almost going to cry. ¡°Well, Nana,¡± Wendy said. ¡°Can¡¯t you take things slow and give our new sister a bit time to get used to it?¡± ¡°But this is the normal procedure,¡± Nana refuted in surprise. ¡°If I don¡¯t cut the old wound open and remove it, my magic won¡¯t work.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true, but you can first have a small chat with her¡­¡± ¡°Well, in that case¡­ how about talking about my previous patient? I feel it easier to cut a limb with a saw than an ax.¡± ¡°No, not this¡­.¡± ¡°Correct,¡± Roland rejoined. ¡°A saw can ensure a clean cut, but I don¡¯t think it¡¯s going to be easy to cut a big bone, like a thigh bone, with a saw, right?¡± ¡°Neither for a scull. Those female nurses are no stronger than me by any means. If Anna could help me, that would make my life a lot easier.¡± ¡°My fault. But it¡¯s simple. I can design an electronic one for you later. How does that sound? I assure you that you can break a bone within a second.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please stop!¡± ¡°Ahem, sorry, I can¡¯t help when it comes to technical issues¡­¡± Their voice gradually drifted off. Momo turned away and, dimly, saw Nana talking to the king and Wendy while gesturing with the knife in her hand from time to time, as though she was going to do an experiment on her. Cut? Saw? Ax? Her eye lids became increasingly heavy as sleep crept over her. ¡°Sorry, Thylane, I probably wouldn¡¯t be able to see you again after this treatment.¡± ¡°Ah, she¡¯s asleep now,¡± Roland said after he noticed that Momo had closed her eyes and fallen asleep. Nana raised her scalpel and nodded at the two. ¡°Now, I¡¯ll start.¡± Nana thus made a cut into the socket, removed the old wound and cleaned up the skin around it. Soon, blood oozed out and soaked the gauze. During the whole process, her arm remained stationary except for her fingers and wrist. She had to complete this initial step manually. Her nimble operation was the sole result of a long-term training and practice. ¡°Amazing¡­¡± Wendy muttered under her breath. ¡°I have to be fast,¡± Nana said while twitching her lips. ¡°When I was in the field, I only had half a minute for each individual patient. If I couldn¡¯t give them an emergency treatment as fast as possible, I might not be able to save other patients.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why she¡¯s become so swift,¡± Roland thought to himself. ¡°You¡¯d pass out at the sight of blood in the past, and those chickens ¡ª ¡± ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Nana exclaimed in agitation while rolling her eyes. ¡°Don¡¯t ever mention it! You were the culprit.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± Roland conceded while waving his hand. ¡°Plus¡­¡± Nana paused for a second and said, ¡°I like the way I am now. At least, I¡¯m much stronger, right?¡± For a split second, Roland seemed to see the little girl he used to know again. Roland stroked Nana¡¯s head involuntarily and said, ¡°Of course.¡± Several minutes later, Momo¡¯s eye was cured. ¡°The sleeping fern will lose its effect in two hours. Such little amount won¡¯t cause harm to a witch, so she¡¯ll be OK once she wakes up,¡± Nana said while looking toward Wendy. ¡°Thank you,¡± Wendy said smilingly with a nod. ¡°By the way, how much magic power do you still have?¡± Roland asked casually. ¡°Could you take a look at me?¡± Wendy¡¯s expression immediately changed, and Nana grasped Roland¡¯s arm in a sort of trenchant manner. ¡°Are you hurt?¡± ¡°No¡­ I just feel that my nose is running lately.¡± ¡°Then you should go seek Lily,¡± Nana said gruffly as she withdrew her hand. ¡°I took a look. There¡¯s nothing wrong with you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what I thought,¡± Roland said while averting his eyes as Wendy cast him a suspicious glance. It appeared that Nana was not omnipotent. Roland was not sure if she could cure those¡±underlying illness¡±, as these invisible diseases were not, technically, injuries. Anyway, he had to do some research later. When Momo slowly opened her eyes, a slope of orangey red clouds slid into her view. The clouds soaked in golden rays gradually faded to purple and drifted off in the distance. She could hear the rustling of the grass in the breezes, and occasionally, a few leaves rose into the air and brushed past her cheek. Everything was so peaceful and sweet. ¡°I¡¯m still alive¡­¡± Momo thought. But Momo soon noticed something unusual. Her vision seemed to have expanded, and the distant scene had become clearer. She raised her head and found Thylane look into her eyes smilingly. The latter said, ¡°You finally woke up.¡± It was not until then that Momo realized that she was sleeping on her friend¡¯s legs, and they were currently right in front of the Witch Building. ¡°How long did I sleep? Where¡¯s Wendy?¡± ¡°She brought you to me and then left,¡± Thylane said while shrugging. ¡°You slept for the whole afternoon, although Wendy said you¡¯d wake up in two hours. She told me that it was normal even if you didn¡¯t wake up in time. It¡¯s a sign of recovery. You¡¯ll feel better after waking up. How are you feeling? Can you see with your new eye?¡± Momo sat up and studied the surroundings curiously. She had thought that half of her world would be submerged in the darkness forever after her eye had been removed. She had never expected to see the world in its entirety again. ¡°Thylane, what should I do?¡± Momo muttered. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± ¡°How are we going to repay them for their kindness?¡± Thylane was stunned for a second before she burst into a laugh. She looked up at the sky and said, ¡°I don¡¯t know either, but Wendy told me to work hard. This is how we can repay them. By the way, Wendy already told me what I should do in the future when you were asleep. I¡¯ll work with Nana Pine who just helped you, and provide medical services to Graycastle.¡± At these words, Thylane scratched her nose and said in embarrassment, ¡°Although I still don¡¯t know how I can help treat patients¡­¡± ¡°But my ability¡­¡± Momo said while clenching her fist. ¡°Wendy mentioned you as well.¡± Momo looked up and burst out in surprise, ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Thylane confirmed while nodding. ¡°It¡¯s His Majesty¡¯s idea. He wants you to work in the Administrative Office with Ms. Scroll and help with the operation of the kingdom.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Momo could not believe her ears. ¡°Can I?¡± ¡°You need to ask yourself,¡± Thylane said in amusement and pushed her at the back. ¡°I haven¡¯t even figured out how I¡¯m supposed to work here, but I think as long as we keep studying, we¡¯ll know one day.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not as confident as you¡­¡± Momo muttered in a hushed tone. ¡°Do you think we can live here forever, like living in our home?¡± ¡°In fact, I also asked Wendy the same question.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± It took Thylane a while to reply this time. ¡°She said of course we can, because it¡¯s already our home.¡± Chapter 1278 - A Historical Moment Translator: Transn Editor: Transn A week later, Roland received two pieces of good news. One was that Iron Axe had repelled the demons with the napalm and thereby held the demons back temporarily. The commander-in-chief described the explosion of this new weapon in his letter in great detail. The blast was even more spectacular than the test. In fact, human beings had already used fire to repulse the demons back in the first Battle of Divine Will, where they had set the forest on fire at the rear. The massive wildfire raged for several days and dispersed the Red Mist in the sky, which, in the end, helped human beings gain a small victory. The demons thus learned their lesson and destroyed the forests, meadows, and even farms to avoid future disruptions of the Red Mist. They also built small stone towers similar to outposts in the area covered in the Red Mist just in case. With sufficient Red Mist on the campsite, they could then keep fighting even when the rear was ablaze. Without a doubt, Iron Axe and the General Staff were inspired by the previous battle and developed this plan. The strength of napalm was its portability. It could burn in the thin air, and it was extremely hard to extinguish with water. Roland had not expected, however, that the fire would result in such a magnificent explosion in the whole city. Roland wished that Summer could reconstruct the scene. If he could find out the reason why the explosion had occurred, he could possibly exterminate the demons using the napalm. However, the Tusk City should have already been enveloped by the Red Mist again by now. It was almost impossible to get into the city for a second time. Also, Roland¡¯s heart ached at the fact that he had consumed more than 500 barrels of napalm all at once. It was not hard to produce fuels, as he would simply need to invest more manpower. However, the key to produce napalm was to mix the slimes of the rubber worms with animal blood, and only the Ministry of Agriculture could farm rubber worms. Nevertheless, the refugees from this battle were most important to Roland. Roland heaped praises on Iron Axe in his letter and also sent another 100 barrels of napalm to the front. The second piece of news was that the plant assembling the¡±Fire of Heaven¡± had finally assembled the first biplane. Roland immediately visited the plant in person after receiving the news from Anna. This brand new plant was built at the same time as the Aerial Academy. Compared to the steam engine plant built with slabs and bricks two to three years ago, this plant was designed for technologically demanding products. The steel frame provided the plant with a spacious area, which enabled workers to assemble and repair a dozen planes at a time. The plant was equipped with adequate illumination devices. The floor was tiled with polished slabs, and the whole plant looked phenomenal. Even Tilly was impressed with it when she entered the plant. Lay men might view it as a palace. Roland also invested the best equipment and hired many elites for the operation of this plant. He had sent the most experienced managers and workers, and equipped the plant with the third generation machine tools powered by electricity to meet the production need. As such, the plant consumed most of the electricity in the industrial zone. Thanks to the Mystery Moon devices, otherwise he would have had to suspend the operation of all the other plants to keep this one running. In a way, this new plant displayed all the technologies developed in Neverwinter over the past five years. Barov had told Roland that Neverwinter residents took pride in working here. When the new plant was in operation, each workstation would be responsible for assembling one part. The plane assembly would start from the first workstation to the last. Workers would start with the frame, and then wings, then parts, then skins, and finally to the testing stage. However, the plant was far from ideal. There was only one¡±Fire of Heaven¡± waiting to be assembled at the workstation closest to the exit at present, and the other workstations were all empty. ¡°Is everything OK? Did you have any problem?¡± Roland asked as he walked up to Anna. ¡°I have tons of problems,¡± Anna answered while shaking her head. ¡°I don¡¯t know how many parts and materials workers had wasted before they successfully produced this plane.¡± Roland was amused at the resigned look on Anna¡¯s face. He had foreseen the difficulties when he had made the decision to create planes. It was practically impossible to learn about new materials and techniques in a short period of time, despite that he had tried his best to simplify the production. For example, he had, specifically, created an assembly line to produce various drive rivets and break mandrel rivets for the single riveted joints on the plane. Compared to traditional double riveted joints, single riveted joints were much easier to assemble. Roland had also numbered all the parts of the plane and drawn out every assembly step like those model assembly kits in his previous world. He had even installed user-friendly portsf or parts that could be easily mixed up to reduce the possibility of assembly errors as a result of carelessness. Despite all his efforts, the workers only managed to produce one plane in the past half a month. Obviously, the assembly task was too hard for them to handle. ¡°Do you need my help?¡± Tilly asked suddenly. ¡°No, that¡¯s fine¡­¡± Anna said while shrugging. She would only shrug and be less¡±lady-like¡±in front of a few people. ¡°Roland asked me to supervise the workers, so I must solve the problems all by myself, no matter what they are, although I did want to give up a lot of times.¡± Tilly smiled and said, ¡°So, you¡¯re actually very happy, aren¡¯t you? Finally, there¡¯s one real plane.¡± Anna curled up her lips and replied, ¡°I know you¡¯d see through me.¡± ¡°If we have one plane, we¡¯ll have a second. Once all the workers have learned about the assembly process, we¡¯ll soon have more qualified planes,¡± Tilly said as she glanced at Roland. ¡°If you could praise her now, that¡¯d be even better.¡± ¡°I never expect him to praise me,¡± Anna said while twitching her lips. ¡°Huh?¡± Roland was dumbfounded. What had just happened? Why did they suddenly switch the subject from the plane production to him? Just then, a guard trotted to Roland and reported, ¡°Your Majesty, the first ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ is ready. We can start the celebration ceremony anytime.¡± Roland thus rested his eyes again on the biplane and saw two logos on the light gray body, one the coat of arms of the royal family and the other a knight holding a spear while spreading out his arms. The whole plane looked extraordinary, but Roland felt that something was missing. He pondered for a while and suddenly realized what had missed. Then he waved his hand and said, ¡°Get the ribbon!¡± Soon, a bright red ribbon was tied to the plane, with a red ribbon flower attached to the propeller at the head of the jet. Roland then nodded in satisfaction. Now, the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± was ready to meet its audience. After that, he made a speech, cut the ribbon, and took a photograph with Anna, Tilly, and all the workers who had participated in the design and manufacture of the plane, as well as the brand new aircraft itself, which was now numbered 001 and parked behind them. ¡°Now, look at me. One, two, three!¡± Soraya summoned the magic brush and recorded this historical moment. Chapter 1279 - Conspiracy Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Your Excellency, Frost Town is right there at the front.¡± A knight reported. Marwayne Parker raised the telescope and observed the town. This town was situated at the southwestern border of the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart, surrounded by mountains. One could see the view of the whole town anywhere from above. Due to the geographical advantage, the lord here did not build any castle in the town. There were many towns like this one on the border of the two kingdoms. Marwayne would have paid it no notice in the past. But now, the town held a special place in his heart. ¡°Has the scout come back?¡± ¡°Yes. He only paid townsmen several silver royals for the information,¡± the knight said triumphantly. ¡°There¡¯s a unit of Graycastle soldiers here. Not many of them, only about 40 to 50 people, and they show up every now and then.¡± ¡°Why aren¡¯t they stationed here?¡± ¡°The road beyond the border is treacherous, and it¡¯s rumored wild wolves often come out around that area. Refugees can¡¯t cross the border without guards.¡± Marwayne immediately knew what he should do. The Red Mist did not spread out along the border. In fact, the area covered in the Red Mist was in the shape of a semicircle that kept expanding. Currently, the Red Mist originating from theKingdom of Everwinterhad traveled beyond the king¡¯s city of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Therefore, Marwayne was more comfortable to conduct a battle in his own country than having an expedition. Frost Town was on the border of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. As it was not very accessible to the public, refugees would seldom enter the Kingdom of Wolfheart from there. Compared to those major cities with advanced transportation facilities, Frost Town was as insignificant as a mosquito. This was exactly what Marwayne wanted. This meant that the Graycastle men would not notice his movement, and the information given by the scout also confirmed his theory. Just like the old scholar had said, the demons would deal with those difficult Graycastle men themselves. What he needed to do was just to stab them in the back. Whatever the outcome of the battle would be, once people learned about his role in this battle, they would fear him. Of course, the old scholar had developed more sophisticated plans to defeat the Graycastle men. If their schemes were successful, he believed that the Graycastle men would eventually slow down their movement, and then the Sky Lord would trust him even more. ¡°Let¡¯s head back. It¡¯s time to call a meeting and discuss the operation.¡± Within half a day, Marwayne had returned to the closest town and patrolled into the previous lord¡¯s mansion triumphantly. This mansion used to belong to an unknown baron who used to rule this area, but he had fled upon the arrival of the demons and the Red Mist, so Marwayne took his residence as a matter of course. Although Frost Town was not under his jurisdiction yet since Marwayne only had the authority over the four cities in the Northern Region, he believed that the Parker Family would continue to expand their territory. Soon, all the nobles gathered here and waited for Marwayne to break the silence. The duke surveyed each one of them and memorized their countenances and expressions. There were 45 people in the room, most of whom were knights, although some were barons. The person with the highest rank in this room was the previous lord of the Northernmost Port, Viscount Narnos. These nobles lost their lands and subjects to the Graycastle men and immediately pledged allegiance to him after being promised that they would receive rewards. The number of the soldiers in this army had exceeded 300, including all the guards, squires and henchmen. With so many people and a carefully-planned scheme, Marwayne believed this would be a perfect opportunity to defeat the Graycastle soldiers. More importantly, it was his first time using the enemies¡¯ weapons. The reason that the Graycastle men had flattened the nobles in the Kingdom of Everwinter was that they used weapons much faster and far more powerful than snow powder. Without the support of the Sky Lord, nobody would have been willing to fight the Graycastle men, even if the number of the soldiers doubled. ¡°I wonder if you¡¯ve prepared yourself for the upcoming battle?¡± Marwayne asked after clearing his throat. ¡°I think everyone has learned how to use the firearms, right?¡± ¡°We just need to load the gun, take aims and pull the trigger, don¡¯t we?¡± Viscount Narnos said indignantly. ¡°Even savages know how to use them. I see no reason that we can¡¯t. The captives didn¡¯t tell us how to use the weapons until we tortured them. They were pretty reluctant to disclose the information. These weapons are really not a big deal!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. The weapons are ingenius indeed, but they¡¯re much easier to use than swords,¡± a knight rejoined. ¡°I also interrogated the Graycastle men. They just joined the army two years ago, and it only took them a month to learn how to use the firearms. However, I spent five years learning how to use swords.¡± ¡°Those low lives are foolish, and that¡¯s why it took them a month. I would only need three days to master it,¡± another person spoke, and all the others guffawed. ¡°I¡¯ll let them know they¡¯ll be nothing without firearms!¡± ¡°They rely on witches to produce firearms. I think the King of Graycastlebeated the church simply because the church was too busy dealing with the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart at that time.¡± Marwayne suddenly realized that those infuriated nobles were usable. They had been holding a grudge against the Graycastle men for a long time. Although he had only built this new army a week ago and hardly knew anybody, at least, they were acting in concert for a common purpose, and everyone was eager to seek revenge. ¡°But the number of the bolts named bullet is limited, so each of us only has a few,¡± the knight said while spreading out his hands. ¡°I hope that everyone could go easy on them and fire at a close range.¡± Marwayne cast the knight a glance of approval. His name is Fueler, a local from the Western Region. Marwayne knew that he was pretty smart, and it appeared that Fueler had already grasped the key to the victory. Marwayne was thinking of recruiting him later for his own use. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Marwayne said confidently. ¡°The Graycastle men don¡¯t have many bullets either. The northwestern part of the Kingdom of Wolfheart is mountainous, which restrains their mobility. Also, they¡¯ll let us approach them. Their goal is to get refugees out of here, isn¡¯t it?¡± Everybody sneered. That was right. Since the Graycastle men came here for people, they would definitely not abandon the lambs that voluntarily came up to them. However, they did not know that wolves could also hide among those innocent lambs. It only took a second for a hunter to turn into a prey. By the time the Graycastle men discovered the danger, it would have been too late. Then, they could disguise themselves as the Graycastle soldiers and looted the towns on their way back. In that case, people would stop believing the Graycastle men, and this immigration campaign would, as a matter of course, fail. ¡°I¡¯ve let the Graycastle men know that we¡¯ll go with them. I believe we¡¯ll soon hear back from them. Let¡¯s fight this battle out, and all the resources and food gained from this battle will be yours!¡± Marwayne proclaimed as he rose. ¡°This is a great opportunity to avenge yourselves and gain lands and wealth! You have my words. It¡¯s time for the Graycastle soldiers to pay for what they have done, everyone!¡± Chapter 1280 - Disguise Translator: Transn Editor: Transn When Fish Ball ascended the crest of the mountain, his view suddenly expanded. Orange flowers carpeted the field and formed a glaring contrast with the road that meandered through the mountain. Wind rustled the flowers and refreshed the exhausted travelers. Against the sea of flowers loomed a small town, which was the destination of their trip, Frost Town. It was his sixth time climbing over the mountains. Although Fish Ball was the leader of the machine gun squad, he was also a soldier of the First Army. After receiving the instruction to expedite the evacuation process, like many soldiers, Fish Ball came to rescue refugees. He had not encountered any demons so far on this route, possibly because the Red Mist had not reached here or because the demons did not really want to waste their time on those refugees. Anyhow, the more people he brought to Neverwinter, the better. There were nearly 1,000 people following him. According to common practices, the army would first pitch their tents outside the town and get in touch with the refugees before they sent them to Neverwinter in group. The First Army had warned the residents during their first visit not to travel to the south alone, as the trip could be dangerous. They asked the residents to wait for the Graycastle army to retrieve them. Nevertheless, not everyone would listen. In fact, Fish Ball had met many desperate refugees who had run out of food on their way. For those who were less fortunate, they simply died in the mountain on their own. But this time, Fish Ball found that things were a little different. From the mountain, he, surprisingly, saw many people in Frost Town. ¡°Did some major city fall?¡± the squad scout Hanson whistled. ¡°So many refugees in just around 10 days. We¡¯ll be very busy in the next few days.¡± Fish Ball also felt excited. Only about 1,000 people had departed for Neverwinter over the past one to two months. It seemed that the number of the refugees this time would exceed that of the previous trip. Although Fish Ball did not understand why these refugees chose to come to this small town down the valley instead of other more accessible cities, he still had the obligation to send them to safer places. At this thought, the army sped up. Going downhill was apparently much faster than going uphill. About half an hour later, the unit reached the encampment in Frost Town. Many refugees had noticed them, and they soon swarmed up to the street and rushed toward the army. ¡°Well, they¡¯re in¡­ such a haste,¡± someone joked. ¡°Didn¡¯t we tell them to wait in town?¡± ¡°Perhaps they ran out of food and want some from us?¡± Most of the soldiers held the same opinion. ¡°If there¡¯s a catastrophe in a neighboring city, then it makes sense that these people don¡¯t have food,¡± Fish Ball commented and quickly made the decision. ¡°But it¡¯s hard for us to count them and maintain the order. We have to stop these people. I need ten soldiers to help me set up the checkouts. The others shall keep them in order.¡± Fish Ball knew there would be serious consequences if they failed to stop the refugees. If they all rushed forward at once, those refugees would be no different than bandits. Most of the time, there was a very thin line between refugees and bandits. ¡°Yes, sir!¡± The soldiers were soon dispersed. All of them grasped their guns. As the refugees slowly approached, they could see them more clearly. Fish Ball raised the amplifier and turned up the volume to the maximum. ¡°This is the rescue team of the First Army of Graycastle. Please stay calm and stop right away to wait for further instructions. We have ample food and medicine, but you¡¯ll need to cooperate. Again, stop where you are, otherwise, we¡¯ll take hard measures!¡± Some people hesitated but soon resumed to run, as though something were pushing them from behind. Fish Ball frowned. He then asked his team member to fire into the air as a warning. Just then, Hanson whistled. ¡°Hmm.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Fish Ball asked. ¡°Leader, they look a bit strange¡­¡± Hanson said while watching through the telescope. ¡°Have you seen any refugees take a roll of cloth with them before?¡± ¡°A roll of cloth?¡± Fish Ball echoed in bewilderment. He grabbed the telescope from Hanson and saw about 300 meters away, these refugees were running toward them. He could roughly tell what they were wearing and carrying. Like Hanson had said, most of them were carrying a roll of cloth on the back or at the waist. It was indeed very strange. Refugees would normally take all their belongings with them, and the First Army would usually ask them to abandon heavy luggage and take light items that would not cause inconvenience to the trip, such as gold royals. Generally, the army would not interfere with refugees¡¯ personal affairs. During the past two months, Fish Ball had seen various strange personal items, but it was his first time seeing rolls of cloth. The more he looked at them, the more strange they appeared. These refugees were all in rags, but surprisingly, they were all wearing shoes. Their clothes were not old or worn at all. Instead, it appeared to Fish Ball that the clothes had been made look old just very recently. Now, the two parties were only 200 meters away from each other. ¡°Bang!¡± His team member again issued the warning. The crowd was immediately dispersed, and the next moment, Fish Ball froze to the ground. The shot frightened some refugees at the front, who unrolled the cloth and revealed the rifle that the First Army usually used underneath! Soon, all of them revealed their weapons from underneath their cloth. They were carrying all kinds of weapons, including swords and tridents. Fish Ball suddenly realized that this was a trap! ¡°Retreat to the encampment!¡± Fish Ball yelled at his team members. ¡°Run!¡± No sooner had he finished than the disguised refugees started to fire. Bullets whistled past Fish Ball and exhaled dusts and earth. The other nine soldiers from the First Army finally realized what had happened and hurried to the campsite while lowering their heads. The unit had camped their several times. Although there were no trenches or blockhouses, they had built fortresses. These fortresses constructed with sand and stones were designed to fight demons, but now, they had to rely on them to avoid the attack of the refugees. By the time Fish Ball reached the fortresses, all his team members had crouched down. They were now utterly outnumbered, for there were more than 40 enemies while they only got nine people. Fish Ball¡¯s heart leaped to his throat when he thought of the possibility that all of them would be shot dead unprepared on the battlefield. He seized Hanson¡¯s arm and said, ¡°Go see how everyone¡¯s doing, now!¡± Hanson immediately left, and Fish Ball held up the gun and aimed at the running ¡°refugees¡±. No¡­ they were not real refugees but nobles that had submitted to the demons! Only the demons could obtain so many weapons from the First Army! ¡°Damn it!¡± Fish Ballswore under his breath. He had never expected that his own kind would disguise as refugees and set up such a nasty trap. Did they not know who they were helping? In a few minutes, Hanson came back, which was faster than Fish Ball had thought. Hanson reported, ¡°Everyone¡¯s fine, except one soldier. He¡¯s got minor injuries, but he can still fight.¡± Fish Ball stiffened for a second. ¡°Just one person?¡± He remembered that the ¡°refugees¡± had shot quite fiercely. ¡°Yes,¡± Hanson confirmed, looking hugely relieved. ¡°We¡¯re pretty lucky. Now, everyone has returned to their positions. We¡¯ll fight to the last!¡± Chapter 1281 - A Deadlock Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°That¡¯s right. Fight to the last.¡± The campsite was against hills, so it was impossible to retreat to the crest against the gunfire. As each rescue team acted separately, they would not get reinforcements anytime soon. Considering the precarious situation, Fish Ball judged that the best way to repel the enemies was to hold onto this encampment. Not only far outnumbered, most of the soldiersonly brought food and clothes with them. There was not even a single HMG on the campsite, so they were not able to defeat the enemies with advanced, long-distance weapons. This was going to be a ¡°50 to 1,000¡± situation. Fish Balladmitted that he was scared at this moment, but he was no longer the coward who used to only think about escapes. As the unit leader, he had the obligation to get his whole team out of the dilemma. He must have those refugeespay the price before he died here. Apparently, his team members were also thinking the same thing, for they were now letting the enemies approach them. Currently, the two parties were less than 200 meters from each other. Since they had limited ammunition, the most efficient way to kill the ¡°refugees¡± was to shoot at a close range. In the meantime, the enemies would also fire more accurately as the distance between the two parties shortened. This method was, therefore, a double-edged sword, and at present, willpower determined everything. Fish Ball waited for nearly a minute for the enemies to approach. Finally, they were at 100 meters from the First Army soldiers. Within this distance, he could already see the faces of these traitors through the telescope. His suspicion was thus confirmed. Unlike windswept and weary refugees, most of them looked poised and self-assured. There was not the slightest sign of reluctance in their act of demeanor. He did not have to worry about having innocent blood shed anymore. Fish Ball aimed at the enemy at the very front and pulled the trigger. His team members also fired at the same time. In an instant, gunshots rented the air above the encampment. As the enemies at the front fell, the rest of them all slowed down and began to shoot at the First Army as well. Fish Ball was not sure whether these refugeeshad learned to use the firearms by themselves or they had received some sort of training from the demons. Anyway, both parties started to shoot each other. Just at that moment, the enemies pushed a few two-wheeled trailers covered with cloth to the front. Fish Ball was familiar with this type of transportation tool. Compared to a carriage or a mule, a trailer was more often used for moving and carrying heavy cargo. He had thought that the enemies used these trailers simply to make themselves look more like refugees, and he was surprised to see that they had not abandoned those props yet. It was not until the enemies uncovered the cloth that Fish Ball realized that it was a Mark I type HMG underneath! The enemies began to fire. The rain of bullets immediately suppressed the attack of the First Army. It appeared that the bullets thatthe enemieswere usingwere all tracers, and the HMG was much more accurate than bolt rifles. The whole encampment was thus stirred. Dust and mud flew in all directions. Thanks to the fortresses, the soldiers from the First Army were still able to fight back. Fortunately, the enemies did not fire from far away but carried the HMG along as they charged. The machine gun was, therefore, only around 200 meters away from the defensive line. Since the First Army was fairly scattered, the enemies had time to position. ¡°Hanson!¡± Fish Ball yelled. Hanson gestured that he understood and ran toward the edge of the fortresses while carrying his gun. The First Army seldom ran into a disadvantageous position because of the lack of weapons. According to the Operation Manual, once the army was short of ammunition, the soldiers should immediately request for the support of the artillery at the rear or concentrate on suppressing the enemies¡¯ gunfire. Apparently, in the current situation, the only thing that the unit could do was to shoot directly to deter the enemies. While the enemies were reloading the HMG, Fish Ball and his team members fired ferociously to distract the enemies. Hanson also successfully shot down the gunners on the trailers. Those who attempted to clamber onto the trailers were immediately shot dead one by one. Without the support of the HMG, the charging enemies were soon repulsed, and the battle went back to the beginning. ¡°Damn it. Why haven¡¯t they taken the campsite yet?¡± Marwayne complained irritably as he looked up at the sinking sun while stomping impatiently. ¡°Viscount Narnos, your guys are all cravens, aren¡¯t they? What takes them so long to crush a unit? If they can¡¯t win by the end of the day, we¡¯ll let the Graycastle men escape right under our noses!¡± As the commanders, the nobles did not have to fight at the front in person like their squires and mercenaries. Plus, the Graycastle men never followed the rules of war between nobles. They never reserved their power or exchanged captives. The nobles knew perfectly well the arrogant attitude of the Graycastle men. Charging at the front would not bring them any honor or respect but only a miserable defeat. ¡°They¡¯re doing their best, and your men aren¡¯t any better than mine either,¡± Narnos retorted indignantly. ¡°You have the greatest army, but they¡¯re all at the rear. If your main force moved a little bit forward to the front, we would have taken the encampment a long time ago.¡± ¡°You ¡ª ¡± Marwayne was at a loss for words. He rested his eyes upon the front again and promised to himself that he would seek revenge later. ¡°Once I become the King of Everwinter, you¡¯ll pay for your insolence!¡± However, right now, Marwayne knew that hemust win. Otherwise, the Sky Lord would abandon him. He did not understand why the battle took so long. Everything went well as planned. To fool the Graycastle men, they did not set up the ambush in the townor surround their encampment but awaited in this valley so that both parties would have a clear view of the opponent¡¯s force. He had considered every single detail of this operation to make sure that they would not blow their cover. He had even killed all the townsmen who might possibly give away their true identity. In fact, just as he had planned, the Graycastle men did not raise any suspicion until they were several hundred meters from each other. The nobles had far more firearms and soldiers than their opponent, and this battle should have ended in a second. Whydid they still not gain the campsite? Even if every one of the Graycastle soldier possessed a weapon, there were only 50 of them, but the alliance army of the nobles had more than 200 guns! Marwayne was indebted to a belief that the Graycastle soldiers should have been vanquished under such an unfavorable condition. But the reality seemed to be exactly the opposite. The alliance army could not move any further from the hill, and for many times, they had been repelled by the gunfire of the Graycastle soldiers. Their attack, however, had not weakened the Graycastle men at all, as though the enemies were possessed of an unusual power that enabled them to operate several guns at the same time. The flintlocks that Marwayne had put great faith in were almost ineffective. They not only failed to break the spirit of the Graycastle soldiers but a lot of times, they wounded their own soldiers. From the top of the hill, Marwayne could see bodies litter around the flintlocks, so nobody had the courage to operate them anymore. If things went on like that, everything he had dreamedof would remain as a dream. The Kingdom of Everwinter did not possess technologies to produce bullets. If he could not obtain sufficient ammunition after this battle, he would have no chance to win the Graycastle men again. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, your lordship,¡± Fueler comforted. ¡°As far as I see, the enemies fire less frequently now, which indicates that they¡¯re running out of ammunition. Just in a few minutes, we¡¯ll fight this battle out in the traditional way. Remember that the Graycastle men only have flintlocks, but we have everything.¡± ¡°But in that case, we won¡¯t be able to get more ammunition from them,¡± Marwayne thought to himself in anguish. He would have to ask the Sky Lord for more. The most pressing task for him now was to eliminate these Graycastle soldiers as soon as possible. Marwayne thus summoned a guard and ordered, ¡°Tell them that the reward I promised earlier will double if they win this battle, and the first one who enters the enemies¡¯ campsite will receive 100 gold royals!¡± Chapter 1282 - The Battle Is to the Strong Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Fish Ball noticed the change in the situation. He was now betting his life on this battle, but, surprisingly, the enemies were weaker than he had expected. When he had been fighting against the demons on the Fertile Plains back then, he could hardly breathe, and all he could do was to fire. His entire body had gone numb. However, at present, he could still keep an eye on his team members and the enemies, and had the ability to think about what step the opponent would possibly take next. As the enemies were repelled several times, their move significantly slowed down. The First Army shot less frequently. To save ammunition, they only fired when the alliance army charged. The last shot was about an hour ago. The consequence would be unbearable for the alliance army if this ¡°deadlock¡± continued under the current circumstances when there was no reinforcement.The First Army was on the higher land under the protection of the fortresses in a more advantageous firing position. Fish Ball did not understand why the commander of the enemies chose to stand with his arms folded. Unlike a traditional battle where soldiers had to fight at a close range, this battle was apparently more dangerous and intense, for the soldiers could be shot anytime. The commander¡¯s indifference would definitely have a negative impact on the soldiers¡¯ morale. In fact, the alliance army had commenced to retreat.Fish Ballhad witnessed that some soldiers had retreated somewhere around 100 meters farther, and the whole frontier was on the brink of a collapse. This fact indicated that the alliance army had just been built temporarily. The soldiers, in general, lacked trust and cooperation. In addition to that, Fish Ball had also noticed that the enemies were not really good at using flintlocks. They were simply imitating the First Army in a very clumsy way, failing to make the best of use out of the weapons. Otherwise, the First Army would not have been able to hold up for so long. It was incredible that out of the 10 soldiers, only five sustained injuries, and nobody was killed. He could not attribute this outcome totally to luck anymore. ¡°Can someone pass me some bullets? Mine ran out!¡± ¡°Same here. I only have one cartridge left.¡± ¡°Leader, what should we do next?¡± Hanson trotted up to Fish Ball while bending his head. ¡°No enemy is around the machine gun anymore. Shall we retreat tonight?¡± Fish Ball stared up at the sky. It was now around 5:00 in the afternoon, and the sun sank faster than usual in fall. Within one hour and a half, darkness would creep in. By that time, it would be a lot safer for them to operate, and they could possibly even turn their back against the enemies. However, Fish Ball always hesitated when it came to a retreat. It was true that thefiring accuracy would significantly drop at night, but the First Army would not be able to use the firearms either. More importantly, if the enemies launched an attack again and came after them, could they successfully repel them once more? Hadthey currently had sufficient ammunition, they could have then probably retreated before the enemies got prepared fora second attack. However, if things went on like this, the nobles would soon notice that the First Armyshot less frequently andtherebypredict their next move. Also, two people sustained relatively serious injuries, which further slowed the unitdown. Fish Ball could not abandon his team members. He hesitated for a while and finally made up his mind. Then, he said, ¡°Ask everyone to come here. I want to say something.¡± A moment later, Hanson brought the other team members. The enemies seemed to have not noticed that the First Army had confined their shooting range. They were still lying on the ground on their stomachs while firing occasionally. Fish Ball was thus more certain about his decision. He briefly talked about the current situation and then surveyed the whole team. ¡°His Majesty often says that an attack is the best defense. If we could defeat these nobles, we don¡¯t need to worry about them coming back anymore. However, if we retreat now, we¡¯d leave them a chance to fight back. So, it¡¯s time to make a choice. We could either let the enemies determine our fate or control our own destiny. I want to hear your opinions on that.¡± ¡°Leader, do you mean¡­ that we shall attack them instead?¡± Hanson asked in surprise. ¡°They have far more people than us.¡± ¡°I thought about that already. They do outnumber us, but most of them don¡¯t want to fight anymore. They just haven¡¯t realized it when firing at a distance. If we could quash their most powerful troop, we could possibly break their spirit!¡± ¡°But we don¡¯t have much ammunition left¡­¡± ¡°According to the Operation Manual, the First Army doesn¡¯t always rely on weapons,¡± Fish Ball said solemnly. A silence descended on the campsite. Hanson was the first one to speak. ¡°I¡¯m with the leader.¡± ¡°Me too, leader. I want everyone to stick together.¡± ¡°Whether we leave or not, we should always act together!¡± ¡°Issue your command, leader!¡± The soldiers shouted. Fish Ball nodded solemnly. He would not have made such a decision had this occurred in the past. After serving in the army for four years, he did feel that something had changed. ¡°I see that you aren¡¯t a craven now.¡± A bright, silvery voice came to him. Fish Ball took a deep breath and proclaimed slowly, ¡°Everyone, install the bayonet!¡± Although their weapons had upgraded from the traditional flintlock to the bolt rife, and the structure of the gun had changed a lot, the bayonet had always been there, only that it now functioned better. The soldiers thus all drew out their swords and inserted them into the grooves. Fish Ball slid the last clip into the bore, raised his arm and yelled, ¡°Follow me!¡± He rushed out of the fortresses first. The other team members followed at his heels and streaked toward the enemies closest to them! The enemies had apparently no idea what was going on. Many of them did not even rise but simply shot at the First Army mechanically. Fish Ball was prepared to get shot, but the pain he had been waiting for did not come. It was not until they had covereda distance of 100 meters that the enemies finally stood bolt upright, rooted to the ground, with their rifles in their hands, totally dumbfounded. Fish Ball stabbed the enemies with his bayonet in the way he was trained. ¡°Go!¡± His team members followed and rushed toward the enemies. The air was filled with the soldiers¡¯ shoutings. Fish Ball stabbed one soldier, shot another dead, and then turned around to stab the third one until he noticed that there was no enemy around him anymore. The alliance army had started to flee. They had probably never anticipated that the First Army would come out of their campsite at this moment and fight at a close range. They could not stand the intense battle anymore. The battle was to the strong. The alliance army was soon flattened after several weak attempts of resistance. The panic was infectious. When the soldiers at the front began to retreat, the ones at the rear all dropped their weapons and fled. Many people fell, rolled down the hill and hit the soldiers running at the front. The First Army thus easily obtained the HMG and started to fire at the running soldiers. The enemies moved their two legs as fast as they could. Had the First Army had enough ammunition, these soldiers would probably have not been able to escape. Fish Ball did not stop until his two legs gave away. The enemies on the hill all knelt down, raised their arms and yielded. The nobles at the rear were the first ones to leave. Fish Ball could not see a single one of them now. He clenched his fists, feeling a sense of achievement steal through him. Before he could savor the victory, his team member rushed toward him andpushed him down to the ground. ¡°Leader, we won!¡± ¡°Long live His Majesty!¡± ¡°Long live the First Army!¡± Multiple hands reached out to him, and Fish Ball was thrown up in the air. Yes, they had won. Nothing was better than seeing everyone alive. Fish Ball spread out his hands in the sunset and also yelled with his soldiers in excitement. Chapter 1283 - The Source of Information Translator: Transn Editor: Transn At the Sedimentation Bay in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. The news of the victory of this counter ambush soon reached Iron Axe. Iron Axe immediately dispatched a letter through the carrier pigeon, in which he not only heaped praises on Fish Ball for his excellent leadership skill but also instructed the unit to stay safe while waiting for the reinforcement. Although the enemy in this battle was simply an alliance army organized by nobles, their quick reaction and outstanding performance set a great example for the whole army. Advertising this unusual victory would definitely raise the morale of the First Army in a more significant way than continuing to retrieve refugees, especially when the whole army was in the process of retreating. Not a long time ago, Iron Axe had actually received two pieces of bad news, one of which was that the soldiers in the Red Mist area were thwarted by the local nobles who had agreed to help the demons. According to the report, these knights from the Kingdom of Everwinter were currently attacking the units responsible for retrieving refugees. Apparently, these knights, being also human,were better at hindering the evacuation campaign than the demons. As it was quite dangerous for the First Army to advance to the depth of the Red Mist area, most of the time the soldiers simply stayed outside the Red Mist zone. As such, there were fewer people actually helping evacuate the cities. The other bad news was that the demons¡¯ attack became more fierce. First of all, a large number of Devilbeasts flew out of the Red Mist zone in the southeast and off to the Archduke Island. Then, the garrison on the island got prepared for the upcoming war and suspended the service of marine transportation. However, the Devilbeasts, incredibly, disappeared from the sky above the two outposts and reappeared above a temporary evacuation unit on the island. Very unfortunately, however, the unit had just been informed that the Devilbeast would head to the east and was, therefore, retreating as fast as they could at that moment. They thus ran right into the demons. Although the unit resisted ferociously, they were vanquished. Iron Axe had yet received a full statistical report, but the reinforcement told him that nearly 2,000 refugees had been attacked. The army had lost at least 100 people. Considering the substantial loss, Iron Axe had no choice but to slow down the campaign. The two incidents created a chain reaction. The General Staff had indeed foreseen the possibility of a betrayal by the nobles, but they had not expected that it would happen that fast. The noble families in the Kingdom of Everwinter had been fighting for nearly two years for the throne, but they now, ironically, united together because of the demons. It was obvious that the immigration campaign was drawing to its end. Now, the First Army needed to recuperate and defend the Red Mist zone on the border. There were approximately 5,000 soldiers at the Cage Mountain and the Sedimentation Bay, which was not even 1/6 of the total force. Iron Axe did not know what the demons¡¯ military force was. Before he had that information, he could not lose any more soldiers. What Iron Axe was worried about most was that the demons might attack the unmanned areas before the First Army assembled. In that case, they would not only lose these new territories but also those they had occupied. There was no such things as armored train that could serve as a ¡°mobile fortress¡± in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Just then, a soldier entered the study and reported, ¡°Sir, the chief of the General Staff, Ms. Edith Kant, just arrived at the port.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Iron Axe said while knitting his brows. This was such good timing, for he was just hoping that Edith could give him some advice. ¡°Great. I¡¯ll meet her at the port.¡± At the dock, Iron Axe saw that the Pearl of the Northern Region was surrounded by a group of clerks in the General Staff. Everyone looked profoundly relieved at the sight of her. For a moment, they had completely forgotten how she used to torment them. Within a year after she assumed the office of the chief of the General Staff, Edith was widely acknowledged and highly respected among her subordinates. Iron Axe was impressed with the great difference between Edith,the daughter of a former duke and the nobles in the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. ¡°Mr. commander-in-chief,¡± Edith said while staring at Iron Axe after she bowed. ¡°It has been a long time since we last saw each other. I hope my clerks didn¡¯t create you too much trouble.¡± ¡°They all did a good job,¡± Iron Axe replied as he administered a military salute as a return. Since he and Edith had the same rank, their communication was always straightforward without any unncessary formalities. In fact, apart from Roland and Lady Silvermoon, Edith was the only person that Iron Axe was willing to speak with voluntarily. ¡°In other words, they didn¡¯t give you any pleasant surprise?¡± Edith said while shrugging and then turned to her clerks. ¡°It seems that your performance isn¡¯t very satisfactory.¡± Iron Axe curled up his lips. Miss Pearl of the Northern Region always had a sharp tongue. He thus said, ¡°If we could win the war, they aren¡¯t that bad.¡± Edith did not insist on the topic but said, ¡°By the way, I brought the new weapon created by His Majesty based on the latest intelligence. Are you interested in it?¡± Iron Axe¡¯s face lit up. He replied immediately, ¡°Of course. Please lead the way.¡± They thus went to the heavily guarded unloading area, which had already been sealed off by the soldiers. Huge wooden boxes were coming off the ship and were placed neatly at a corner. Many cases had been open, revealing the weapons covered in parchment paper. Iron Axe soon noticed a small cannon. ¡°That¡¯s the one,¡± Edith said with a smile. ¡°This 75mm-caliber cannon is the most expensive firearm among all. His Majesty wants it to fill the blank between the mortar and the Longsong Cannon. No witch is required for its shipment. A horse or two people would suffice. Also, it¡¯s portable, and another person can carry the shells.¡± ¡°This reminds me of the original field artillery,¡± Iron Axe said with a nod and immediately figured out what this light weapon was used for. Compared to the anti-demon grenade and the mortar that had a relatively short shooting range, this new cannon could be used to attack the robust Spider Demon. With this weapon, the soldiers at the front could immediately take some measures against the Spider Demon without necessarily building a battlement for the artillery. ¡°As for the new rifle there, it¡¯s a semi-auto weapon,¡± Edith explained as she proceeded. ¡°The testing result is pretty good. Two or three rifles could be as powerful as a heavy machine gun. You must know the person who created this. He¡¯s the battalion commander of the Artillery Banttalion, Van¡¯er. Although His Majesty later modified the weapon, the gun is named after Van¡¯er.¡± ¡°But this is only a substitute. We¡¯re currently in the process of producing a real automatic gun and will send you the final product once it¡¯s ready.¡± ¡°The one farthest to you is the latest anti-demon grenade. It¡¯s caliber is much larger than the previous one. I believe that the Ministry of Chemical Industry has improved it.¡± The group was gradually dispersed. By the time Iron Axe reached the edge of the dumpsite, only he and Edith were there. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Did the battle not go well?¡± Edith asked suddenly. It was a second later before Iron Axe realized that Edith had separated him from the crowd deliberately. ¡°You knew?¡± ¡°You wouldn¡¯t have greeted me at the dock in such a haste if that wasn¡¯t the case.¡± ¡°I know I can¡¯t fool you,¡± Iron Axe sighed and told Edith the recent news and what he was worrying about. ¡°Before the transportation resumed, we still need a few months to assemble the army and gather ammunition. The demons could attack us anytime. Even if Miss Sylvie, Lightning and Maggie come, they can¡¯t monitor everything. The war is about to begin, but we have little information of our enemy. This isn¡¯t a good sign.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Edith said meditatively. ¡°I can¡¯t do anything about the transportation, but it isn¡¯t hard to gather intelligence.¡± ¡°You had an idea already?¡± ¡°You can put that way. You¡¯re only thinking about the First Army, and that¡¯s why you feel it difficult.¡± Edith said slowly, ¡°The demons used nobles to attain their ends, but they¡¯ve also created us an opportunity. As long as those cities are not evacuated, we would be able to infiltrate the enemy!¡± Truth seemed to suddenly dawn on Iron Axe. He said, ¡°You¡¯re not talking about the First Army soldiers, are you?¡± ¡°Of course not. Soldiers are not good at those stuff. Rats and civilians are better options. I prefer natives, so they won¡¯t easily expose themselves. There are tons of ways to have them work for you,¡± Edith said smilingly. ¡°By the way, didn¡¯t you receive a black card earlier? Try to contact them.¡± Chapter 1284 - Infiltration Translator: Transn Editor: Transn When Roland received the report jointly written by the commander of the First Army and the chief of the General Staff, he immediately thought of the spy movies he had watched. This was apparently a very feasible plan. He even thought more about the plan than Edith. Spy was an ancient profession, and it had various names in different times, but the spy Roland was familiar with were those in WWI and WWII. Early intelligence collection was simply a two-way communication without a systematic organization. As the government tightened their control over people, spies and agents found it increasingly hard to escape the scrutiny, and that was the time when a well-organized system was established. This also meant that in a feudal country ruled by nobles, spies could be anywhere. Once those agents received some professional training and learned cunningtricksto protect themselves, they would never be found even if the whole city was turned upside down. They were like shadows slinking in the city, whosepresencenever raised the awareness of the people who received their tips. Even Nightingale would fail to get anything out of them upon an interrogation. Roland thus approved the proposal at once. However, he was not planning to entrust this task totally to Edith. This, nonetheless, had nothing to do with trust. Intelligence collection could be time-consuming. He would rather Edith focus more on the big picture of the planthan a specific project.Otherwise, itwould be a total waste of Edith¡¯s talent. He would need a professional to deal with this matter. Roland spread open a letter and put Hill Fawkes at the top. The Kingdom of Dawn had been quite peaceful recently. This former ringmaster must be very bored at the moment. After Nightingale handed the letter to Honey, Roland started to consider about another thing. That was an intelligence gathering network. Before, he had only needed to take care of the war and political matters within Graycastle. However, ever since the expedition to Taquila, it had taken the carrier pigeon a much longer time to commute. Thanks to the support of the ¡°Seagull¡±, Roland was still able to receive information in a timely manner. Nevertheless, they were now waging a war in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter, and Rolandnoticeda significant delay in communication. For example, the report he was currently reading had been written a week ago and had been shipped by sea. Although animal messengers would make things a lot faster, he would still need to wait for at least two or three days. More importantly, Honey did not have a lot of messengers that could fly more than 1,000 kilometers. She could only control the behavior of the animals but not change it. Plus, Honey was not powerful enough to support the communication throughout the entire Western Region even for short-distance messengers, let alone the communication throughout the whole nation and beyond Graycastle. There was actually a limit in the number of the animals she could control. Therefore, how to efficiently deliver messages was also a huge problem that needed to be solved after this intelligence gathering network was established. Roland knew very well that the ultimate solution would be radio communication. The telegraphtechnologies were simple, but like telephones, the communication through telegraphs relied largely on reception. Normally, the signal could only cover a distance of 100 kilometers without a repeater like an electron tube that could amplify signals. However, if he couldinvent an electron tube, he would also be able to create radios. There was no electromagnetic pollution in this era. The sound produced by tuned electromagnetic waves was very similar to the crying of a baby. He would only need to erect an antenna on the top of the Impassable Mountain Range to receive messages thousands of kilometers away. If he could successfully create radios, it would only take a few minutes to transmit the report from the front to his office. If every soldier in the army was equipped with a portable radio, that would be even more helpful to the war than the Radiation Project. Nevertheless, Roland had no idea where to start and how. Perhaps, it was time to ask the Design Bureau of Graycastle to work on more projects. Roland entered the Dream World at night. After he sent Zero off to school, he drove to the construction site of the Clover Group in the southern suburb. Garde was indeed an efficient businessman. He fulfilled his promise at once. Not only did he authorize Roland to manage the plant, but the plant was refurbished as well. The rusty wall was painted, and the facilities were renewed. Had the Clover Group not insisted on demolishing the apartment building, Roland would have loved to deal with Garde and conducted more business with him. He parked his vehicle and found the yard outside the plant look a bit strange. Normally, few people came here, but today, there were a lot of workers. He also hearddeep, heavyroar of machineries. Roland quickly passed through the crowd and saw a queer catepillar machine in front of him. Only the lower part of the machine was currently completed. There was nothing special about the catepillar and the wheels per se. What attracted these workers was the distinctive steam-powered piston at the top and another tractor that produced steam. Roland burst into a laugh. So that was Master Xie¡¯s idea. To minimize the impact of the imaginary boiler and water tank, he installed this part of the machine onto a tractor so that he could test out both of them at the same time. The tractor not only had to run on its own but it alsoneeded to power the catepillar machine. Th principle was so similar to that of the ¡°solar torch light¡± that would only work when there was light. ¡°Ahem¡­ hey, boss,¡± Master Xie, having realized the awkwardness of the machine, greeted Roland in embarrassment. Roland praised him heartily, ¡°Good job. This is exactly what I want!¡± He came here to check the progress of the project. Last time when he had come here,Master Xiehad onlycompleted theframe of the tractor. But now,the tractorwas finished. Master Xie indeed had put a lot of efforts into it. ¡°R-really?¡± Master Xie said while scratching his scalp. ¡°Are you sure your collector friends are interested in this kind of thing?¡± ¡°Did you make the parts of the tester with machine tools?¡± ¡°Yes, I can assure you about that,¡± Master Xie replied quickly as he massaged his hands. ¡°But I bought the tractor, the boiler and the water tank. They¡¯re all second-handed, and it cost me around £¤300,000¡­¡± ¡°Money isn¡¯t a problem,¡± Roland dismissed his concern while waving his hand. The Clover Group would pay everything. ¡°As long as they were manually made, my friend will be satisfied. Keep up the great work. Once the deal is successfully closed, I¡¯ll double your salary as a bonus!¡± Chapter 1285 - Five Pairs of Road Wheels Translator: Transn __ Editor: Transn Master Xie¡¯s face instantly split into a bright smile, but the woman next to him heaved an almost inaudible sigh. Roland naturally noticed her. After he started to absorb the magic cores in the Dream World, his power continuously grew, and he also became more sensitive about the subtle changes around him. Although few people noticed the woman, Roland still caught sight of her in the corner of his eyes. This woman was the secretary and fiancial adviser sent by Garde. Her name was Qingqing, and she had just graduated from a very prominent university. Qingqing was a pretty, talented and efficient worker, a gifted woman, so to speak. Only she knew that the Clover Group bore all the expenses incurred by this project, and the ¡°actual boss¡± did not have to pay anything. Perhaps, Qingqing thought Roland was taking advantage of the corporation, so she did not have a very high opinion of him. Roland, however, did not care about that. He simply needed to give her a raise as well so that she would not complain anymore. ¡°Of course, this is the joint work of all the staff,¡± Roland said while smiling at the secretary. ¡°If we succeed, I¡¯ll double the salary for everyone in the plant!¡± ¡°Yes, quite right. You¡¯re very considerate, boss,¡± Master Xie rejoined while nodding vigorously. ¡°No¡­ This is not what I meant¡­.¡± Qingqing had not expected that Roland would see through her mind. Abashed, she said, ¡°I was just wondering when the corporation could profit¡­¡± Roland waved his hand and said, ¡°We will one day. Don¡¯t worry. All of my friends have great ambitions. The corporation will definitely profit from this project. Just wait for the raise.¡± ¡°Awesome. Awesome,¡± Master Xie said as though he had realized his long-term dream. All the wrinkles on his smiling face were smoothened. ¡°By the way,¡± Roland said while looking toward Qingqing. ¡°I have a new project to work on. Come with me to the office.¡± ¡°Boss,¡± Master Xie stopped Roland when the latter was about to leave. ¡°Do you have any other requirements for this tractor? For example, the style and the color?¡± It appeared that Master Xie really believed that Roland was making props. Roland shook his head in amusement and said, ¡°As long as it functions well, I don¡¯t care about such things very much. But¡­¡± ¡°Please go ahead.¡± ¡°If possible, I wish the final products could have five pairs of road wheels.¡± ¡°Not a problem at all,¡± Master Xie promised while patting his chest. ¡°I thought about the mobility of the machine when I designed it. Place the matter in my hand.¡± As all the workers in the plant ran out to watch the testing of the tractor, the whole plant became exceptionally quiet. Roland noticed that Qingqing had distanced from him after they entered the workshop. She had moved a little farther from him, and the distance between the two increased from the initial two meters to five meters. Roland was quite amused at her action. It seemed that Garde had not told her that Roland was actually a martialist. Otherwise, she should have known that when a martialist attempted to sexually harrass a girl, the girl would not be able to escape even if she was 50 meters away from the former. But Roland did not care about his personal image among his employees, as he only wanted his workers to work hard. Roland sat straight in his seat after getting into the messy office. He jumped right into the business and said, ¡°Well, I have a friend¡­¡± _ ¡°Here it goes.¡± _ Qingqing thought to herself. Every time he talked about a new project, he started with a friend of his. Who would like to squander thousands of hundreds of dollars on tons of rubbish? Qingqing knew that some wealthy people did have strange hobbies, but the boss in front of her did not look remotely like a successful entrepreneur from an affluent family. She was confident of her own judgement. She graduated from a top university and knew a lot of wealthy people, but she had never seen anyone dress so simple as the boss. True rich people always treated themselves well even if they wanted to keep a low profile. They might purchase clothes by an indie brand, but what they wore and used must be expensive andof good quality. Many young people tended not to, in fact, exhibit their wealth to the public, but this Mr. Roland was wearing the cheapest clothes normally sold by street vendors, without wearing any accessories. Even his vehicle was a battered mini van. He was not keeping a low profile at all¡­ He was simply poor! How was that possible that he had wealthy friends? Qingqing was hired by the Clover Group, the biggest corporation in this city, right after her graduation. She wanted to add some impressing work experience to her resume, but she had not expected that her boss would send her to this small factory to look after so many weird projects. She even started to suspect whether Mr. Garde was scammed, or whether he intended to use this plant to do some shady business. She was astonished after hearing Roland mention radio communication. Qingqing massaged her forehead while letting out a sigh. This kind of walkie-talkie only cost less than £¤100 online, and they could also directly purchase an antique telegraph machine without necessarily making it by themselves. However, Roland wanted to produce them from scratch like the tractor. Everything must be hand-maded, including all the parts. This was purely wasting money! ¡°I don¡¯t need professionals. New graduates or people who love radio technologies would do. You can set up a room outside the plant as their office so that I don¡¯t have to travel back and forth,¡± Roland explained in detail. ¡°Whatever equipment they need, just approve it. Remember, however, that all the parts should be produced here. They don¡¯t have to be perfect though. In fact, the worse the quality is, the better. Make them as desolate anddilapidatedas possible. My friend likes that kind of stuff.¡± ¡°That¡¯s different than giving a raise. I¡¯ll have to report to Mr. Garde.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine,¡± Roland said indifferently. ¡°I think he¡¯ll agree.¡± Just then, his cell phone rang. It was from the Martialist Association. Roland picked up the phone after Qingqing left. ¡°Hello, Mr. Roland,¡± Rock, the Defender¡¯s calming voice came over the line. ¡°I have a new task for you. Are you available to pay a visit to Greenleaf Sanatorium this afternoon?¡± SincetheDesign Bureau of Graycastle entirely relied on Rock¡¯s support, Roland could not refuse the request. AsRoland had eliminated the magic creatures coming out of the Erosion last time,the Fallen Evils had been pretty quite recently as if they had sensed the danger and withdrawn from this city. As such, the Taquila witches did not find many Fallen Evils to fight. Roland believed that thingswere not that simple. The Fallen Evils were aiming for the Forces of Nature of the Awakened, through which they could further weaken the Dream World.With the attack of the Prism City and the beginning of the Martialist Contest, many martialists had gathered here, so the Fallen Evilshad no reason to leave. It would save Roland a lot of time if the Association obtained new information regarding the Fallen Evils. Chapter 1286 - The Other World ¡°How are you feeling?¡± Fei Yuhan asked as she entered Room 402 with a stack of books in her arms and placed the books on the nightstand. Valkries said with a nod, ¡°Thank you. I can walk now. The doctor says I¡¯ll fully recover in a week.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good. You really have excellent self-repairing ability even as a martialist,¡± Fei Yuhan said with a smile. ¡°Really?¡± ¡°The influence of the Force of Nature on each person is different. Not every martialist could recover within one month when his leg bones are crushed like yours. You probably haven¡¯t seen any martialists sustain such severe injuries before, so you don¡¯t know your potential.¡± Fei Yuhan paused for a second and said, ¡°You should be one of the top martialists in your city, right?¡± ¡°Why do you think so?¡± ¡°My master often says that the strong one is strong in every aspect. The fact that you recover so fast means that you have a strong body and a great immune system. People like you were born to be a martialist, like me,¡± Fei Yuhan said flatly. ¡°We may see who¡¯s stronger once you recover.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the reason you asked me to join your team?¡± Valkries asked, a little resigned. ¡°You¡¯re the genius in the Association. I don¡¯t think you could learn anything newfrom me.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine. You¡¯ve been lying in bed for a long time. Practicing with a good martialist can help you regain your power. Fallen Evils would not sympathize you because you had injuries before.¡± Valkries nodded after a moment of silence and then said, ¡°Alright then. Thank you.¡± ¡°Not a problem,¡± Fei Yuhan returned while curling up her lips. ¡°By the way, I went to downtown yesterday and bought some desserts from the Cargarde Peninsula. I put them in the bag on the top of the books. I hope you like them. The food in the hospital isn¡¯t very tasty.¡± At that moment, Valkries noticed that Fei Yuhan swallowed. People from theCargarde Peninsula did eatregular food, but it was rumored that they could not distinguish the good and the bad. Only the food grownin their native towncould satisfy their special need. Fei Yuhan had once tried their ¡°unique¡± food but discovered that she could not take it. Only a few people appreciated the taste and claimed that they were the most delicious food in the world, although the public did not really buy the idea. Therefore, only a few shops were specialized in selling food from the Cargarde Peninsula. After all, not many people lived there. ¡°Thank you¡­¡± Valkries said while trying not to reveal her true thought. ¡°That¡¯s nothing. I¡¯m the captain, and it¡¯s my duty to take care of my team members,¡± Fei Yuhan said while waving her hand. ¡°By the way, you do like reading.¡± ¡°Yes, I tend to do some reading when I¡¯m bored.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a good habit. There¡¯s no entertainment in the sanatorium except books. If you want more books, just let me know.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± There was then an awkward silence, except for the rustling sound of the book when Valkries flipped over the pages. Fei Yuhan looked out of the window at the scenery outside. It was a nice and clear day. A few willows dipped into the water, and the lake rippled slowly in the breezes. A group of swans were sliding across the lake, leaving white reflections in the water. This was indeed a nice place for convalescence. However, Fei Yuhan was watching Valkries in the corner of her eyes constantly. From the reflection on the window, she could see Valkires¡¯ every move. Fei Yuhan was not a kind-hearted girl and had no interest in forcing people to fight with her. She requested a duel simply because she had discovered a month ago that this person might know Roland. That was not quite accurate. More precisely,Valkries knew Roland, but Roland regarded her as a different person. Roland was actually testing whether she was the person he knew when he had asked those weird questions in the hospital. Fei Yuhan was pretty sure that her speculation was correct. However, what bewildered her was that Roland had not revealed any sign of hostility against Valkries during the conversation. He was, instead, pretty relaxed, which indicated that whether Valkries was an acquaintance of his or not, she constituted no threat. Nevertheless, Valkries was, on the contrary, pretty nervous. Although she quickly concealed her emotion right after everybody enteredthe room, Fei Yuhan still sensed it. What was her relationship with Roland and what had made her react so weirdly? There could have been an intertwined, complicated romanticrelationship between Roland and Valkries. For example, the ardent love between the two, for some reason, turned into virulent rancor, or Valkries had undergone a series of plastic surgeries and now sought revenge after ten years had passed by, or Roland was regretted abandoning her and now wanted to be with her again. But Fei Yuhan thought that this was highly unlikely. Valkries was too good at controlling her facial expression. HadFei Yuhannot discovered it at the beginning, she would have probably be fooled too. She did not think it was a simple love story. Fei Yuhan had been observant as a kid. After she was awakened, this ability also sharpened accordingly. Because of this, she did not have many close friends, and people were sort of afraid of her. That was why she alwayslooked so aloof and distant. She could know what others were thinking withjust aglance. However, Roland was different. Fei Yuhan could not see through this new hunter, nor could she figure out his relationship with Valkries. Apparently, the two were hiding something, and she could not help finding out this secret. Her suspicion was further confirmed after she talked to Valkries. This martialist from the Cargarde Peninsula looked no different than ordinary people, but she had some strange behavior. If she had known Roland earlier, than it might explain her oddity. But after Fei Yuhan dug a little deeper, she found something incredible. She had brought Valkries some food from her native town a few days ago, but the latter did not look particularly excited about that, although she had indeed eaten them all. However, this time, Valkries¡¯ attitude had completely changed. This indicated that Valkries had not known what the food from her native town tasted like. She ate them simply because she was curious. What a horrible fact! It did not make sense that aperson from the Cargarde Peninsula had not eaten food from there. Also, Fei Yuhan had never seen Valkries play with her phone in the past one month. It was very strange that she never touched phones that so many young people were addicted to. As for those books¡­ Valkries requested for many history books from the liabrary. Although reading was a good habit, Fei Yuhan did not think sheherself could read a book for a whole day without doing anything else. The change in Valkries¡¯ preference of food might be attributed to the lack of appetite. Being not so interested in phones might be ascribed to her quiet personality. History was probably one of her hobbies. However, there were just too many coincidences. Fei Yuhan somehow had a feeling that Valkries was familiarizing herself with this world. She would have probably dismissed this ridiculous assumption in the past. However, when she thought of the fact that Roland had been addressed ¡°Your Majesty¡±, she suddenly had a bold idea. This idea terrified her, but she could not help thinking about it. Everything would make sense if she thought that way. Someone not belonging here had sneaked into this city. They were from the other world. Chapter 1287 - Uneasiness Translator: Transn Editor: Transn How many of them were there? What was their purpose? Were they awakened? What did the other world look like? Fei Yuhan had no idea. From what she saw now, they were at least not enemies. Roland had indeed killed a lot of Fallen Evils and was truly fighting against the Erosion. The joint mission last time provided the best example. She would never forget that someone had said ¡°Your Majesty, everyone has been knocked out¡± before she had lost her consciousness. She had obviously noticed that Roland was dodging her, which further confirmed her suspicion. In other words, if these people harbored ill designs, she would not have been still alive. Roland could have killed her after he had exterminated the magic creature andhad the magic creature take allthe blame. Nobody would have ever suspected his version of the story. Fei Yuhan thus believed that Roland was helping this world. That was the reason that she did not report the incident to the Association. Plus, she had no solid evidence at this point. Both Roland and Valkries were concealing their real identities. Although she did not know why, she would like to put up a show with them and keep an eye on the two people. Just then, the telephone rang. ¡°¡­ I see. Got it.¡± Fei Yuhan hung up the phone and nodded at Valkries. She then said, ¡°Mr. Rock asks me to do something for him. I have to go.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine. I know it¡¯s important.¡± ¡°See you tomorrow then.¡± ¡°By the way¡­¡± Valkries stopped Fei Yuhan as the latter reached the doorstep. ¡°Captain, could you bring some books regarding technologies to me tomorrow?¡± ¡°Something like encyclopedia?¡± Fei Yuhan said thoughtfully. ¡°It shouldn¡¯t bea problem, but there are many types of them. I don¡¯t knowwhether I can find the one you like.¡± ¡°That¡¯s OK. Anything is fine with me,¡± Valkries said pleasantly. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°No worries.¡± Fei Yuhan¡¯s smile gave way to her normal cool look after she closed the door. Valkries did not like history only. She was learning about this new world. Valkries sighed after Fei Yuhan withdrew. She knew that she was a little too hasty, but she had no better choice. Fei Yuhan was the only person who could help her understand this world. If she had taken things slow, she would have probably wasted a whole month in bed. If Hackzord¡¯s plan worked out well, the Western Front Army should have already stepped their foot onto humans¡¯ territory. Currently, he must be in a hot rage for her ¡°disappearance¡± when he most needed people. To be honest, Valkries had a complicated feeling at the moment. On one hand she wished that Hackzord could wake her up at the Red Mist pond with no regards to the possible consequence that she would lose most of her memories in the Realm of Mind and might even sustain severe head injuries. On the other hand, she still wanted to linger in this world a little longer. The reason was pretty simple. The further she probed into this world, the more unsettled she felt. It would be actually a relief if she forgot all about this. Whatever secret Rolandwas holdingback from her, as long as she obtained the legacy shard in the real world, human beings wouldnot be able to resist them anymore. What they possessed now would be eventually inherited by their kind, including hissecret. The reason she wanted to stay here longer was that the ¡°Transformer¡±, Heathtalese, had warned the clan that they would not reach the Divine Domain even if they won the Battle of Divine Will. Valkries had engraved hermentor¡¯s last words upon her heart. Ifthe victory could not perpetuate theclan, whatshould they do? Would the answer exist in this incredible Realm of Mind? Nevertheless, she had another hidden reason. She did not want to admit it, nor would she say it out loud. She felt as though she had traveled back in time to the old days when she had studied in the Cloud School. Every day shereceivednew knowledge and saw a future completedifferent from the other world. Valkries took out a box of desserts from the bag perched on the top of the books. The beautiful packagingof the visually-appealing food was just like the food that men normally ate. Each color represented a specific flavor. As she unsealed the box, she could smell the delicious food. She had never had such tasty confections. Only inferior life formsin the clan, such as the Inferior Demons and thePrimal Demons, ate with mouth. Normal food hardly provided energies and it was hard to digest. Therefore,usually they put the food in the Red Mist Pond to soften it. The process was pretty similar to baking, despite that they did not use fire like men. The processed food could only satisfy their biological need. After becoming an Upgraded, she could directly obtain energies from the Red Mist, so Valkries had not eaten for a very long time. Some clansmen thus associated eating with low lives, for example, human beings. Even witches needed to eat three meals a day. She had thought so too. However, now she realized that how amazing the food from the Cargarde Peninsula was. Valkries put a piece of cake into her mouth and savored the sweet taste. Without a doubt, these desserts still preserved the taste of the food processed in the Red Mist, but it was better after processed with humans¡¯ technologies. She soon finished up the desserts. Could the Cloud School and the ¡°Transformer¡± make such great food? Valkries shook her head and put these thoughts behind. Anyway, the Battle of Divine Will had lasted for hundreds of years, and nothing could stop it. The current situation was beyond her control, and the most important task for the clan was to survive. Then, she was again back to the beginning. She knew why she felt so uneasy. After doing research for a month, Valkries could pretty muchascertain that the great changein the human race had everything do with this world, and Roland was the fundamental person who created these changes. The firearms in the history books were almost exactly the same as those in Ursrook¡¯s report. She had now finally located the last piece of the puzzle and found out why human beings had upgraded. Although she did not know how a male human accessed the Realm of Mind, hehad indeedlearned a lot from this world. Such extensive knowledge transcended the erashe was living in, and he had applied these knowledge to the development of the human society. Witches served as a channel to convert the knowledge. They no longer fought on the battleground. What the clan was facing now was definitely not the Union 400 years ago but an entirely new human race. The truth was more than that. When she read these history books, she found another horrifying fact. When the human civilization reached a certain degree, their development would accelerate by leaps and bounds! Thousands of years ago, they had still been fighting with firearms. However, now, they had conquered the sky and the ocean, and their weapons could possibly destroy the whole world. That was why Valkries felt disturbed. How far had Roland gone? Notwithstanding Heathtalese¡¯s warning, for the first time in her life, Valkries became unsure whether her clan could defeat human beings. Chapter 1288 - Intertwined Fate Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Well¡­ Mr. Roland, you¡¯ll be responsible for the third defensive line.¡± ¡°Leave it to me. I¡¯ll do my best.¡± After Roland bade farewell to Rock, he walked out of the Defender¡¯s office and let out a sigh. Things did not go as well as he had anticipated. The Prism City had failed to trace down more Fallen Evils, and he himself had not found any further information about them either. The Defender thus asked Roland to help tighten the security for the Martialist Contest. Since they could not locate any Fallen Evils at present, they had to change their plan and awaited Fallen Evils at the contest. To avoid unnecessary consumption of the martialists¡¯ strength, the executives of the Association drafted a special schedule, and all the celebrity martialists should follow this schedule accordingly. In other words, the Martialist Contest this year would completely turn into a carefully-designed trap. The competition thus became a sort of formality. The executives attached great importance to public safety and had actually had a private conversation with all the celebrity martialists in advance. Everybody understood that they were currently at a critical moment, so none of them looked disgruntled. There would be four defensive lines according to the plan. The government army and the Association members disguised as audience constituted the first defensive line. Their main duty was to find out enemies and eliminate Fallen Evils acting alone. The second defensive line consisted of all the celebrity martialists, whether they were on stage or not. Traditional martialists would be responsible for the third defensive line and the Defenders the last. The purpose of this arrangement was to ensure the success of the Martialist Contest before the appearance of a great number of Fallen Evils. As some Fallen Evils could manipulate martialists, it was not enough to only set up one defensive line. Roland, as a licensed hunter, was naturally assigned to the third defensive line. In fact, he would not only monitor any suspcious figures in the hall but also competing martialists. Although Roland felt a little regretful that they did not find the hiding places of the Fallen Evils, he currently had no better ways than waiting for them in ambush. The Association definitely knew more about Fallen Evil than him. Fallen Evils were not attracted to the ¡°Force of Nature¡± only. They were controlled by the Divine Will, and their ultimate goal was to destroy the Dream World and return magic power to the Realm of Mind. Therefore, the Fallen Evils should not miss such a perfect opportunity to collect so many cores. When Roland turned around at the corridor, a woman suddenly stopped in front of Roland. It was none other than the last person he wanted to see right now. She was the genius martialist, Fei Yuhan. ¡°Oh¡­ it¡¯s you,¡± Fei Yuhan said while looking up at Roland. They were the only two people in the corridor, so Roland could not pretend that he had not seen her. He cleared his throat and managed a smile, then said, ¡°Ahem, hello.¡± His smile, however, soon faltered as Fei Yuhan spoke on. ¡°I have to thank you for saving me last time,¡± Fei Yuhan said while casually extending out her hand. ¡°Thank you for killing that strange monster and saving all of us.¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± Roland did not know what to say. After a moment, he said with some difficulties, ¡°You, you¡¯re welcome.¡± ¡°But the Association gave all the credit to me¡­¡± Fei Yuhan sighed. ¡°No, no, that¡¯s totally fine,¡± Roland said while waving his hand. ¡°Well¡­ I have to conceal my identity out of some special reasons. I would rather few people notice my existence.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± Fei Yuhan said, who, surprisingly did not pursue this topic. ¡°In that case, I¡¯ll take it.¡± Roland wondered why Fei Yuhan easily believed him. If she still remembered everything that had happened before passing out, she should have also remembered Ring¡¯s voice. It appeared that she deliberately chose to ignore that matter. Like all the rumors Roland had heard, Fei Yuhan was never a careless person. Like many young geniuses, Fei Yuhan was proud and strict, both with herself and others. She was always so distant and cold to people and was definitely not an easygoing martialist. However, the girl whom Rolandwastalkingto now was completely the opposite of the martialist he knew. Suddenly, Fei Yuhan seemed to remember something and asked, ¡°By the way, do you think a person who likes to study history would also like science?¡± Stunned for a moment, Roland asked, ¡°Why did you ask that?¡± ¡°Do you remember that patient from the Cargarde Peninsula?¡± Fei Yuhan continued. ¡°Miss Valkries is now on my team. I thought she must feel very bored in the sanatorium, but she¡¯s actually interested in books. In the past one month, she almost read all the history books in the library.¡± Roland was again surprised that Fei Yuhan would care about someone else. He twitched his lips and was about to speak, when suddenly something flashed across his mind. Hang on, was not Valkries she mentioned the one who resembled the demon he had seen in the memory fragment? She had been reading history books in the past one month? ¡°¡­ All of them?¡± ¡°Pretty much, especially war history. An interesting hobby, isn¡¯t it?¡± Was it a coincidence? Roland revolved his mind quickly and immediately changed his words. ¡°Yes, I believe she wants to read something about social study and humanity. Sorry, I have to take care of the task the Defender entrusted to me and need to go now.¡± Roland quickly decided to end this awkward conversation, and Fei Yuhan seemed not to be offended. ¡°Me too,¡± she said while nodding. ¡°See you then, Mr. Roland.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ see you.¡± After Fei Yuhan left, Roland headed downstairs at once. He accelerated. Fei Yuhan stopped and listened carefully to Roland¡¯s footsteps. This meeting was not a coincidence but a carefully-planned ¡°meeting¡±. If truth be told, Roland was the most difficult person she had ever dealt with. Unlike Valkries, he behaved so naturally in this world. Had she not heard that ¡°Your Majesty¡±, she would have probably never suspected him. She had noticed that during their last visit to the hospital, Roland had taken out his phone three times in one minute, and his eyes would linger on pretty ladies. His favorite pop seemed to be coke, just like any ordinary man in this era. That was why Fei Yuhan started to question about her theory of ¡°the other world¡±. If Valkries knew Roland, it meant that they came from the same world, but why did the two people act so differently? With these questions, Fei Yuhan planned this meeting not only to thank Roland for his favor but also to test him. She was very astonished by the result. Roland seemed to have realized Valkries¡¯ strangeness after this conversation, but his reaction was so different from what she had predicted. She had thought Roland would have tried to cover for Valkries since they were ¡°friends¡± from the same world. But Roland was alarmed after hearing the news, and he was even more nervous than during the joint mission. Although Roland had tried to conceal his emotion, she still managed to capture the tiniest muscle movement around the corner of his eyes. Apparently, Roland was not that good at controling his facial expression like Valkries. She had learned a lot from this meeting. Fei Yuhan decided to continue withher observation. She believed that the subsequent interaction between the two people would provide her with more information. A smile curled up Fei Yuhan¡¯s lips as she knocked onthe Defender¡¯s office door. Roland immediately summoned Phyllis and Dawnen after he returned to the apartment building. ¡°I need you to watch a demon. She may come from the memory fragment from this building!¡± Chapter 1289 - The Origin of the World Translator: Transn __ Editor: Transn ¡°A demon?¡± The two witches, momentarily stunned, asked, ¡°Are you referring to the alien species in this world?¡± For ancient witches, they felt it even harder to deal with people from the Cargarde Peninsula than adapting to the modern life. These people who had a strong resemblance to the demons had now become a part of the human society. They lived and reproduced just like human beings. The ancient witches entered a combat mode almost instinctively when they encountered a demon. It hadactually taken Roland a great effort topersuade them not to easilygo on a rampage. Now, all of a sudden, he asked them to take precautions again, which was quite an unexpected change. Therefore, Roland chose Phyllis and Dawnen who were the first few witches that entered the Dream World with him and who were good at concealing their traces. ¡°You can put that way,¡± Roland said and then briefly talked about Valkries and what made her look suspicious. ¡°I don¡¯t see any magic stone on her, which is the biggest difference from a real demon. But you still need to be cautious and monitor her like she has one.¡± Learning history was the most effective way to learn about this world. Who was so eager to learn about the past of the Dream World? If the ¡°demon¡± called Valkries was really from the Cargarde Peninsula, she should have received compulsory education. However, based on what Fei Yuhan had told him, she had read the history chronically. It was indeed very strange considering that both of the two worlds were presently experiencing the Erosion. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± the two witches said with a nod. ¡°Even if she is a demon, don¡¯t attack her in the sanatorium,¡± Roland continued after a moment of reflection. ¡°There are many awakened martialists there, and your action may attract unwelcome attention. Plus, I also want to know how she came here through the memoryfragment.¡± Room 0510 was not only connected to just a few Senior Demons but indeed a magnificent city in which a foreign race dwelled. If other demons could also come to this world through the gate, that would be great trouble. ¡°I see, but¡­¡± Phyllis said hesitantly. ¡°What if you come across danger when we aren¡¯t here?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. This isn¡¯t the real world,¡± Roland comforted with a smile. ¡°You¡¯ve also noticed that those Fallen Evils could not hurt me. As long as I don¡¯t voluntarily seek them, they won¡¯t be able to do anything about me. You guys need to stay safe and call me every several hours.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Majesty,¡± the two witches chorused while placing their hands on their chests after exchanging a look. ¡°We¡¯ll set off then.¡± When Epsiloneentered the meeting room, the room had just moved to a very special spot where the two realms overlapped. The floor and the wall were enveloped by a haze of crimson glow that swayed darkly like guttered candles. Under such circumstances, this area constituted a virtual space completely separated from the outside world, which no physical entities could affect. The area was also not traceable. She sawBetta in a half-kneeling position, with his hands firmlyadhered to thefloor.He was half-transparent like a looming shadow. Hehad been in this position for more than half a month. ¡°Not done yet?¡± Epsilone asked as she stared at Delta who was motionless beside her. Delta¡¯s mask flickered, and then he realized that he could not communicate directly with his mind at the moment. So he croaked, ¡°This world has expanded a great deal, and it isn¡¯t easy to have a full analysis of it anymore. But Betta is almost done. I believe we¡¯ll soon get a result. What about you? Did you find anything?¡± ¡°Those magic power robbers have set up a trap to lure us.¡± The rules in this world restricted the oracles¡¯ power. Even though they acted on behalf of God, they still had to follow these rules. ¡°Just as I thought,¡± Delta replied flatly. ¡°It does seem a nice plan, but we don¡¯t need scattered magic power anymore.¡± Epsilone nodded and remained silent. A more effective way to destroy those that were out of God¡¯s control was to directly kill the creator of the Realm of Mind. This world orginated from the creator¡¯s consciousness. Like pillars that supported a house, oncethe creatorwas removed, the whole world would collapse, and the magic power would, naturally, return to the Divine Domain. The problem was that this world was now so sturdy and strong, so it was extremely hard to find out the creator. Therefore, they had to first summon a great amount of magic power to analyze this world and locate the source. The reason they had attacked the Prism City was to collect magic power for the current analysis. Nevertheless, locating the creator did not mean they could remove him. The creator was always under the protection of this world, which was why they had failed in the last few attempts. To fight against the protecting force, they must first lure the creator into the crack between the two worlds, where God could interfere with the rules in this world and thereby crush the enemy. Even oracles like themmight fail. But they had little time left. They were God¡¯s last hope. If they failed, God would directly destroy the Realm of Mind. Then their efforts for the past thousands of years would be wasted and all that they had achieved so far would turn into nothingness. They would not like to see the Realm of Mind end in this way if it was not absolutely necessary. Beyond a doubt, it was all the creator¡¯s fault. Epsilone clenched her fists and then released them. What was the matter? Why did she feel angry? As an oracle, she should not have had any emotions. She should not have worried about the outcome of this mission but focused on working on the task. Looking back, it seemed that she had never considered about this kind of problem before. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Delta asked as he noticed her strange behavior. ¡°No, nothing¡­¡± Epsilone said as she turned around and sat down slowly at the corner. When had the change started? Epsilone thought for a while before she dimly realizedthat the change had started after the murder of the traitor. At that time, she was under cover and thus successfully approached the traitor. The latter did not notice the danger until she attacked her. Strangely, the traitor did not resist. When her arm went through the traitor¡¯s chest, the traitor simply held her and whispered one sentence. Epsilone did not really remember the content, but the traitor¡¯s voice was, unexpectedly, familiar. Epsilonehad even felt a wash of warmth as if she had returned to someone¡¯s arms long since forgotten at that moment. The traitor had actually smiled tranquilly before she had died. _ ¡°Damn it. Why do I keep thinking about that?¡± _ _ ¡°No, why am I so furious over this matter?¡± _ A multitude of thoughts crowded into Epsilone¡¯s mind. ¡°What do you want to say?¡± Delta asked again. ¡°We don¡¯t communicate via mind here. Just say it.¡± ¡°I ¡ª ¡± Just then, a ripple swept over the room, and Betta, who had been half kneeling on the floor, suddenly opened his eyes. ¡°The search is completed.¡± ¡°Finally,¡± Delta said while resting his eyes on Betta. ¡°What did you find?¡± Betta stretched out his arms, and three blurry figures appeared on his palm, which gradually become clearer as the lines restructured and reorganized themselves. ¡°There are three?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, but we only need to kill two because one of them has been already eliminated.¡± Epsilone immediately deciphered the information from the images. The three creators were ¡ª ¡°The traitor, Lan. Significance level, 1%.¡± ¡°Self-cognitive being, Zero. Significance level, 42%.¡± ¡°Unidentifiable being, Roland. Significance level, 57%.¡± Chapter 1290 - Achievement Translator: Transn Editor: Transn To expedite the various projects in the Design Bureau of Graycastle, Roland adjusted his schedule and decided to have a nap for two to three hours every day after lunch. Therefore, he now entered the Dream World more frequently. As a consequence, a group of God¡¯s Punishment Warriors started to appear in the afternoon in the Castle District, which attracted a lot of onlookers. With the help of the Design Bureau of Graycastle, his industrial projects went pretty well. By the last week of fall, the design of the tractor had been completed. Before then, Anna was solely responsible for the manufacture and testing of all the projects in Neverwinter. Then, the plant took over the parts production and the assembly of the final models. The whole process was not only time-consuming process but sometimes it involved a lot of unnecessary work as well. As Anna¡¯s Blackfire worked far better than machine tools, workers in the plant, sometimes, could not always produce the parts created by Anna. A machine could produce thousands of parts at a time. However, it took a considerable amount of time to figure out which parts should be assigned to the plants and which to Anna for further processing. The plant could only mass produce the machines after a completed model was available. In fact, this was the exact problem during the production process of the second generation steam engine. The pressure control valve looked pretty simple, but when it came to mass production, few were fit for its intended use. Because of the high defective rate, they had to start the production all over again, which thus resulted in a huge delay of more than half a month before a final product was successfully made. But the Design Bureau of Graycastle in the Dream World had helped Anna finish all the preliminary work, from testing all the way to the design of the assembly line. They also determined whether ordinary machineries would be capable of producing certain parts. Given that, once Roland drafted the plan, the Ministry of Industry could immediately start on the production, which largely shortened the production process and reduced the cost. Roland named this farming machine, which he had put great faith in, the ¡°Harvest¡±. Its five pairs of road wheels would run on Graycastle¡¯s soil. Nevertheless, Master Xie still had a lot to do. The current ¡°Harvest¡± was nothing but a basic frame that could only serve as a tractor for farming operation. There was still a long way to go before it transformed into a war machine with five pairs of road wheels. Roland hoped that this machine could meet all the army¡¯s needs. As for the telegraph machine, Qingqing soon recruited some workers, including fresh graduates and amateur radio technicians. But Roland had a hard time reading the circuit diagram, so he ordered the workers to change the diagram into an actual design plan. Even so, he was still quite slow at understanding it. Therefore, he managed to memorize the design and decided to study it with Anna later. Apart from these two major projects, they had also made great progress in other war preparation projects in Neverwinter. The first project was the road construction that connected the south and the north. According to the letter from Horford Quinn to him, the Kingdom of Dawn had hired nearly 1,000 workers and built several plants to produce cement in two border cities. These plants produced hundreds of tons of cement every day for the road construction. The construction of the road between the Windswept Ridge and the Sparkling River was almost completed, and they had commenced to build the section around the Cage Mountain area. It was estimated that everything would be done within half a month. Even with Lotus and Molly¡¯s help, Roland had to admit that the Quinn Family was pretty efficient. Apparently, they had put a lot of efforts into it. As the road in the Eastern Region along the Redwater River directly led to the City of Evernight, they were now only one step away from transporting supplies to the front. Also, the supplementary project, the ¡°Hump¡± the steam-powered wheeled truck finally came into use. The truck had a classic cab forward design, equipped with an engine and six wheels. Apart from a long nose (to accommodate a huge water tank) at the front, it was quite similar to a modern truck. It weighed around 10 tons, with a loading capacity of six tons. The truck could run on a hard-surfaced concrete road at a rate of 40 kilometers per hour for about 300 kilometers. When necessary, the driver could fill the tank with rain, well water and even urine to increase the speed. Even if there was no water supply, the truck could still function pretty well between cities and rivers. Unlike the armored train, each truck required at least two drivers, which meant that even if Neverwinter could produce a great number of trucks, there would not be enough people to operate them. Fortunately, they simply needed to found a driving school and train people to drive the trucks. There were no traffic rules whatsoever in this world, so the only task for the drivers would be getting the vehicle moving. The last project was storage batteries. Although this project was less technologically demanding, it was as important as the other ones. Storage batteries could, for instance, power the taillights and headlights of the truck, which were also the only electric devices on the ¡°Hump¡±. With lights, the truck could work day and night. Electricity could also power up the biplanes and save the ground staff a lot of time. More importantly, if the engine of the plane was seized in the air, pilots could restart the plane again and thereby preserve the stability of the aircrafts. The numerous immigrants recently relocating to Neverwinter further sped up and took the industrialization process in Neverwinter to a new level. But Roland also understood that such rapid progress was not only attributed to the increase in the population. Had they still manufactured products in traditional workshops, it would have taken several years, let alone a few months, to train a layman into a proficient worker. However, in a modern plant, experienced workers would voluntarily teach new ones, as they relied on their apprentices to get promoted or a raise. They were always eager to teach everything they knew. It only took a person one to two weeks to learn the basic machinery operation. Even if this person was illiterate, he could still imitate the steps and thus process parts fit for use. The new production system and the implementation of universal education, as well as continuous research and development would all further expedite the industrialization in the urban area in the future. Yet Roland had some bad news too. Iron Axe reported that the First Army at the front felt it increasingly hard to cope with the demons, as the Red Mist had spread to the Cage Mountain area. Some people even claimed that Devilbeasts were seen in the Kingdom of Dawn. Back in the battle on the Fertile Plains, Roland had noticed that the demons could run thousands of miles to pursue their enemies. Even a few Mad Demons could cause substantial damage to the rear. Now, the few Devilbeasts seen in the sky might be very likely the demons¡¯ scouts. The First Army must send an equal force to the sky to suppress the assault. Roland sighed quietly. Perhaps, it was time to dispatch the Witch Union and the Aerial Knights. Chapter 1291 - Reunion Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Roland met Wendy and Tilly in the parlor. He briefly related the situation at the front and said, ¡°This is pretty much it. We probably can¡¯t wait anymore.¡± ¡°The First Army needs the witches¡¯ help,¡± Wendy said darkly. ¡°I¡¯ll let everyone know. They¡¯ve been waiting for this day for a long time, and I believe that they¡¯re now ready.¡± ¡°Finally,¡± Tilly said while twitching her lips. ¡°I still have a few chapters to go for the Flight Manual. I¡¯ve been longing to fight a real battle at the front. Also, where¡¯s my fighter? You gave me your word, brother.¡± Roland did not tacitly switched the subject as usual because his voice suddenly abandoned him. ¡°Your Majesty?¡± Wendy, who noticed something wrong, asked. ¡°Are you OK?¡± Roland managed to calm himself down and nodded slowly. He said, ¡°You know that the Bloody Moon has appeared. This is the final battle of the human race, but no one knows how long this battle will last. Perhaps, it¡¯s going to be a year or even 10 years. You probably won¡¯t come back until the battle ends. If¡­¡± He could not continue anymore. Nobody could foresee the result of the Battle of Divine Will. Last time, Ashes had sacrificed herself on the Fertile Plains. This time, how many people would survive? Many witches were only in their 20s. They should have enjoyed their university life in the other world. However, they had to fight for their fate here. This war concerned the entire human race, so everyone must do their best to win. Witches, being also human, were indeed no different than ordinary people. Roland knew that perfectly well, but he had already established an attachment to these girls. He had been living with them for years since the Witch Union had been founded. It was thus hard for him to issue the order because once they were off for the battle, it was probably the last time he would see them. ¡°If somebody else sees you act like this, they¡¯ll laugh about you,¡± Tilly said, grinning. ¡°You still haven¡¯t got used to being a king after so many years? Well¡­ I actually like the way you are now.¡± ¡°Excuse me, Your Majesty,¡± Wendy said while rising to her feet. Before Roland could realize it, she had approached him and given him a hug. ¡°Do you feel better now?¡± Wendy said gently, ¡°We all know what you¡¯ve done for us. Even if you don¡¯t say a word, everyone will be willing to come forward and protect you. You taught us to fight for things we want. Winning the Battle of Divine Will is essentially the same as protecting the Holy Mountain. I trust that the other witches all agree on that.¡± The warmth soothed Roland a great deal. Wendy was right. Everyone knew that this day would eventually come. There was no point in hesitating now. Since all the witches were here to fight, they had made up their mind a long time ago. If he said something like ¡°I don¡¯t want you to go to war¡± or ¡°you can stay behind if you want¡±, that would sound pretty lame. The only thing they needed to do is to try their best. ¡°Thank you.¡± Wendy smiled and returned to her seat. ¡°Well then,¡± Roland said after taking a deep breath and stared at the two people. ¡°The Witch Union and the Aerial Knights, prepare for the war.¡± ¡°As you command, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Leave it to me, brother.¡± ¡­ The news that the witches would go to war in the Kingdom of Wolfheart was immediately spread throughout the whole Castle District. Within half an hour, Lightning had packed up. Her luggage included a backpack that contained ammunition and sigils, a waist bag full of spices and salt, as well as Maggie perched on her head. As usual, they were normally the first ones to set off. They would be the scouts and guides for the army coming after. However, this time, when Lightning went to bid farewell to Wendy, Wendy stopped her. ¡°You don¡¯t have to be in such a rush,¡± Wendy said as she took over Maggie. ¡°In fact, someone told me that he wanted to see you before you go.¡± ¡°Me?¡± A little surprised, Lightning asked, ¡°Who¡¯s that? Auntie Margaret?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Wendy hesitated while covering her mouth. ¡°You¡¯ll see. By the way, he¡¯s waiting for you in the yard.¡± ¡°He¡¯s already here?¡± Lightning said while shrugging. ¡°Alright.¡± ¡°Coo ¡ª coo!¡± Maggie followed but Wendy held her back. She thus watched Lightning disappear from the doorstep. ¡°Sorry, you¡¯ll have to stay with me for a while,¡± Wendy said smilingly while stroking the pigeon¡¯s head. ¡°I think it¡¯d be better to leave her alone at this moment.¡± ¡­ Lightning walked out of the castle and off to the yard after passing the corridor. She immediately saw a flowery figure standing there. ¡°I see¡­ You¡¯re Mr. Sander Flyingbird,¡± Lightning grumbled. ¡°What can I do for you?¡± However, when Sander turned around, Lightning was rooted to the ground. Although he was still wearing the same flamboyant clothes, he had a completely different vibe. Despite that they had not seen each other for years, Lightning still remembered what her father looked like. ¡°Father?¡± Lightning asked in disbelief. ¡°Sorry, I¡¯ve been avoiding you,¡± Thunder said with a bitter smile. ¡°I don¡¯t want my daughter to live like her mother, so I decided not to see you¡­¡± ¡°When did you know that I was here?¡± Lightning interrupted. ¡°Not long after you arrived at Border Town.¡± ¡°Did Auntie Margaret tell you that?¡± Thunder nodded. ¡°So, you¡¯re accomplices, and so is His Majesty¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t blame them. I asked them to keep the secret for me ¡ª ¡± No sooner had Thunder finished than Lightning hurried to him and raised her arm. Thunder closed his eyes and waited for the punch. But the pain did not come as expected. A moment later, Thunder opened his eyes in surprise and saw his daughter pat his forehead gently, with a smile lingering upon her lips. ¡°In other words, you know everything about my exploration in the Western Region of Graycastle?¡± ¡°Er¡­¡± ¡°I found the Holy City of Taquila, a 400-year-old witch, and the ruins of the underground civilization, and I also repelled the demons¡¯ advance unit¡­¡± Lightning said while disengaging herself. ¡°What about it? I¡¯m as good as you, right?¡± Thunder was stunned for a moment before he burst into a laugh. ¡°You¡¯re indeed my daughter, but I somehow feel both sorry and happy for this reunion.¡± ¡°I understand that you¡¯re glad. But why do you feel sorry?¡± ¡°Because you grow so fast,¡± Thunder said airily. ¡°I thought you would hate me and cry in my arms. It appears that I worried too much¡­¡± Had she not experienced the battle at Taquila, she would have probably cried out. However, she had now grown up. She would not shed a single tear before she ended this war as Ashes had asked her to. ¡°So, you¡¯ve been worried that I¡¯ll hate you. That¡¯s why you didn¡¯t tell me? Then why do you reveal your identity now?¡± ¡°Because I decided to come with you to the north and fight the Battle of Divine Will,¡± Thunder pronounced slowly. ¡°You¡¯ll know it eventually, so it¡¯d be better that I tell you now.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Yes. I¡¯ll fight over the sea and at the ports. I¡¯ve discussed this with His Majesty.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great,¡± Lightning said while grasping Thunder¡¯s hand. ¡°Since we still have time now, let me introduce you to the team members of my exploration team. You¡¯ll fight together with them as well!¡± ¡°It appears that you¡¯ve made some good friends¡­¡± ¡°Of course. But they¡¯re all somehow related to animals. Was I not very good at dealing with people when I was little?¡± ¡°Like the pigeon called Maggie?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ er, no, Maggie is a witch.¡± ¡°Ahem, as far as I know, a person loved by animals is also loved by people. Don¡¯t worry about that.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good to know.¡± The father and the daughter thus headed together toward the castle. They chatted merrily as though they had never separated. Chapter 1292 - A Person in Need and A Person Who Needs Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Farrina, breakfast is ready.¡± Joe stopped at the bedroom with a plate in his hand that contained a loaf of bread and a small piece of cheese. Over the past two months since the appearance of the Bloody Moon, the couple had lived a simple life. Joe prepared three meals every day before he went off for work to the Administrative Office. Farrina seldom went out. Most of time, she stayed in the house doing nothing. Occasionally, she would ask about the situation in Hermes. This was the only time the couple actually talked. Joe did not know what Farrina was thinking about, but he felt pleased just to be with her. He would not expect anything more than that at this time. However, Farrina did not respond as usual. ¡°Farrina, are you up?¡± Joe knocked on the door, wondering why she did not answer the door. ¡°Well, it¡¯s time to eat.¡± ¡°Farrina?¡± Still, nobody replied as if the room was empty. Joe¡¯s expression immediately changed, and he instantly thought of the worst scenario. ¡°Crap, isn¡¯t things going better slowly?¡± He put down the plate and tried to break and enter. With a loud bang, the door was forced open. It was not the worst, fortunately. No rope was hung on the roof. No traces of blood could be seen on the bed. Joe was a little relieved. At least, he could now ascertain that Farrina was still alive, which meant that he could still make things right. However, his heart immediately sank to the bottom. He could see everything in the little bedroom at one glance. Farrina was nowhere to be seen. The wooden bed, the table and the windows had all been cleaned. Everything looked tidy and neat. It was as tidy as the first day they had moved in. Joe strolled over to the table. There had been books about the church, and the Graycastle Weekly spreading across the table yesterday. But now, there was nothing left. She was gone. Joe felt sadness prevail him as he realized the fact that Farrina had left. Apparently, this was not an impulsive decision. She had even wiped the corners of the table, but she did not leave him a single word. Did she not want to trouble him anymore? Joe slumped onto the chair at the table numbly. Where would she go? Hermes? Her native town? Would she end her own life in an untraversed forest? Joe naturally wanted to look for her, but he had no clue where Farrina could be. The chance of finding her was pretty slim. Since Farrina did not leave him any hint, it was obvious that she did not want to be found. What could he do even if he successfully found her? Joe felt empty at the thought that Farrina would not be in his future life anymore. His brain seemed to stop working as though it refused to function. In the end, nothing had changed. ¡°Morning, Joe.¡± Why had he not noticed it earlier? Why was he simply content with the life he currently had? ¡°Joe?¡± He just cared about himself but had never asked Farrina what she actually needed. ¡°Joe!¡± A hand reached out to Joe and forced him to turn around. ¡°What are you mumbling?¡± Joe blinked. It was Farrina. She was frowning and studying him attentively. ¡°Are you OK?¡± ¡°You¡­ didn¡¯t leave?¡± Joe said as he grasped Farrina¡¯s arm in disbelief. ¡°Or you decided to stay?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Utterly bewildered, Farrina did not wrench away from him. ¡°What are you talking about? I just went to the Administrative Office.¡± The two stared at each other for a while until Joe broke the silence in embarrassment, ¡°Then¡­ why did you go to the Administrative Office?¡± ¡°To inquire about the requirements for a driver,¡± Farrina answered in a serious tone. ¡°I saw on the Graycastle Weekly that they¡¯re hiring truck drivers in Neverwinter. I want to give it a shot.¡± ¡°Truck¡­ what?¡± Joe asked in confusion. ¡°I don¡¯t know what it exactly is either, but it should be similar to a carriage based on its description. I¡¯m good at riding and maneuvering carriages. Perhaps, this is a chance for me.¡± A chance? Joe suddenly felt unsettled again. Still clasping Farrina¡¯s hand, he asked, ¡°Why do you suddenly want to become a truck driver?¡± Farrina remained silent for a while before she spoke, ¡°I thought the matter over and now I understand. First of all, the initial purpose of building the church was to save the world and the human race. This isn¡¯t just the church¡¯s version of story. Roland Wimbledon also admitted that. The church failed because of the betrayal of the executives.¡± ¡°And then?¡± ¡°Then the next question is whether the King of Graycastle is really fighting for the human race as he promised. I¡¯ve seen the Bloody Moon that represents the Divine Will in Neverwinter, the wealthy subjects, and the witches who look no different than normal people. All of these fit the story Roland Wimbledon told us. The only question left is the existence of the demons that try to destroy our civilization.¡± ¡°But His Reverence Tucker Thor did mention the demons in his will,¡± Joe muttered. ¡°That¡¯s right, but I have to see it myself. I have to see that Roland¡¯s army is fighting the demons from hell with my own eyes,¡± Farrina said while nodding. ¡°I don¡¯t want to make the same mistake again. I now only trust my own eyes.¡± ¡°Do you want to go to the Kingdom of Wolfheart?¡± Joe asked, his eyes wide open. ¡°Yes,¡± Farrina admitted flatly. ¡°I can¡¯t join the First Army because I used to be a church member. Therefore, an alternative way is to become a truck driver and send supplies to the front. I¡¯ll know the truth there.¡± That was why she went to the Administrative Office to make inquiries of the qualifications for a truck driver. Joe asked cautiously, ¡°What if it¡¯s true? What if it isn¡¯t?¡± ¡°If everything is true, I¡¯ll spend the rest of my life atoning for my sin,¡± Farrina answered without the slightest hesitation. Apparently, she had thought it over. ¡°Although I never arrested a witch, it doesn¡¯t mean that I can get away with what the church has done. As a member of the Judgement Army, I was also an underlying of the traitors.¡± She paused for a second and then resumed, ¡°If it isn¡¯t, then I¡¯ll return to Hermes to see whether I can do something for the new church¡­¡± This was the final decision she had made. Joe gradually released her. He could not find a single reason to stop what she was doing. Farrina bravely confronted her mistake while at the same time still making an attempt to fulfill her promise to Tucker Thor. She had a clear plan for the future. It seemed that she was stronger than he had thought. Apart from supporting her, Joe could do nothing. He did not want to stop her because that would destroy her totally as a person. Nevertheless, it would be the same result for him. Once she became a driver and left for the Kingdom of Wolfheart, she would not continue to stay here, which was the reason she cleaned the room. Farrina was still leaving him anyway. ¡°I¡­¡± Joe took a deep breath, fearing that he would not be able to contain himself. ¡°By the way, I hope you could do me a personal favor,¡± Farrina said quickly. ¡°They need two drivers for one truck. I want you to come with me.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Joe was stunned. ¡°To be honest, I haven¡¯t dealt with people for a long time, and I¡¯m not sure if I can achieve my goal on my own,¡± Farrina said while averting her eyes, abashed. ¡°But you can turn me down. You have a stable job here and earn good salaries. I know I shouldn¡¯t have asked for that, but¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± Joe asked immediately. It took Farrina a few seconds to stare into Joe¡¯s eyes and say, ¡°I need you.¡± This was the very sentence that Joe had once said to Farrina, but it was his first time hearing Farrina reply back. Now, the person in need became a person who needed others, and the person who used to need others still remained the same. Joe no longer felt empty. Instead, he felt contented and fulfilled. ¡°Have some breakfast first. It¡¯s cold now,¡± Joe said while heaving a deep sigh. ¡°Oi¡­¡± She did not have to ask him this question actually. Joe had traveled here from the Kingdom of Wolfheart with her, and he would certainly drive the truck for the army with her as well. ¡°We can apply for the position after we finish eating,¡± Joe said with a smile. Chapter 1293 - An Uncertain Future Translator: Transn Editor: Transn At the airport in the Aerial Knight Academy. The morning dawned with the roar of engines, and 10 biplanes slid out of the hangar one after another in the morning light. Sun rays gilded their sleek bodies. ¡°Are you planning to bring the trainees to the battlefield?¡± Roland asked Tilly as he stood before the ¡°Seagull¡±. Tilly nodded and replied, ¡°If everything goes well, I can finish the last part of the Flight Manual within a month, but I don¡¯t want my students to waste their time waiting for me in that one month. I can teach them theories everywhere, and they could probably fly at the front. After all, the airport was at the very rear compared to the battlement of the First Army.¡± It was true. Apparently, Tilly had not forgotten her role as the headmistress of the Academy. Feeling a little more self-assured, Roland said, ¡°Give more flying opportunities to the students. Don¡¯t keep the plane just to yourself. The goal is to teach the others how to fly.¡± What Roland truly wanted to say was ¡°don¡¯t act recklessly¡±. There were a lot of opportunities for Tilly to avenge. She did not have to do so immediately. ¡°Hmm,¡± Tilly said while casting Roland a glance. ¡°I will, if you hand me my plane as promised. I promise that I won¡¯t fight for the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ with the students.¡± Roland was speechless. Tilly giggled as she saw Roland at a loss for words. She moved her hair out of her face and said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I know what you¡¯re thinking. Let¡¯s make a deal. In a month, I¡¯ll give you a group of real aerial knights, and you give me my plane. Before that, I assure you that I won¡¯t provoke the enemies. How does that sound?¡± Roland rather hoped that Tilly did not throw herself into a bitter battle at all, but he knew that there was no guarantee that one could stay safe all the time during a war. Only an army that had gone through the pain of battle could win. Therefore, he simply nodded and said, ¡°Stay safe.¡± ¡°Of course, I¡¯m waiting for you to bring Ashes back, brother,¡± Tilly said, her face splitting into a lovely smile. For a split second, Tilly¡¯s smile melted into the cool morning air of the Kingdom of Dawn and was engraved upon Roland¡¯s heart. ¡°Your Majesty, it¡¯s time to take off,¡± the guard reminded him. ¡°Then I¡¯ll be off,¡± Tilly said as she turned round, climbed up the stairwell and disappeared behind the cabin. ¡°OK¡­¡± Roland mumbled as he turned away from the runway while constantly looking backward. Although they had held a farewell party last night, he still felt sorry to see them leave. Through the window, he could see many witches wave at him. Like the expedition to Taquila last time, Wendy, Andrea, Sylvie, Echo, Leaf and the other witches were now heading to another war, only that this time, it would be a more difficult and time-consuming one. ¡°Everyone will come back safe and sound,¡± Nightingale said quietly. ¡°I have a feeling.¡± Roland nodded but remained silent. ¡°All clear. We can take off anytime.¡± ¡°Green flag for all!¡± ¡°Go!¡± As the supervisor of the ground staff swung his arms, Lightning rose into the air followed by Maggie who had transformed into a Devilbeast. As there were no GPS coordinates in this era, and they were traveling to a foreign country, Lightning and Maggie served as the guide for the fleet. Roland noticed that Thunder was smoking his pipe while waving at his daughter, looking proud and self-complacent.¡± Behind Tilly was the ¡°Seagull¡±. Compared to the noisy biplanes, the ¡°Seagull¡± was graceful and swift in the air. Everyone in the crowd, at this point, started to bid farewell to their friends and families. Both the Witch Union and the Sleeping Spell were concerned about this particular plane. In the breezes created by magic power, the ¡°Seagull¡± soon rose after sliding on the runaway for a short distance. The last that took off was the Aerial Knights. The 10 biplanes were the main air force of Neverwinter, out of which six were ¡°trainer aircrafts¡± without any weapons, but Roland understood that the plant was assembling the new planes strenuously. Soon, these man-made iron birds would give the demons a heavy blow and defend the area above for the First Army. The ¡°Fires of Heaven¡± flitted across the runway one by one and rose at the edge of the wall before they spread out in a line and disappeared from the end of the horizon. To help the Aerial Knights quickly get used to the pace of the battle, Roland had asked the construction team to also build four airports in the Redwater City, the City of Evernight, the City of Glow in the neighboring country, and Thorn Town while they were paving the road. These airports could facilitate the transportation across the south and the north and provide fuels for the planes. Since the biplane weighed less than 1,000 kilograms, it could land on any smooth-surfaced areas. When the pilots became proficient in operating the plane, they could travel across Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn, and reach the Kingdom of Wolfheart by the sunset, provided that they commenced their journey early in the morning. This was definitely a tremendous speed by the standards of this era. That was also the reason that Roland paid special attention to the air force. Once a mature air force was built, human beings would enter a new phase of warfare. Of course, as this was going to be the longest trip they would ever make in this history of time, Tilly created a pretty flexible schedule in case an emergency occurred. The army, according to her plan, would stay one night in the City of Evernight and then head to the Cage Mountain the next morning. In that case, they would be able to fly during the day. The crowd looked on at the sky in the north after the fleet slid out of their sight. So did Roland. He hoped that the new air force could help the First Army get out of their dilemma. They were really¡­ flying! Manfeld goggled at the giant birds that disappeared behind the slope of clouds, feeling excited. ¡°Hey, what are you doing there? We¡¯re boarding the ship,¡± someone called at him from behind. ¡°I, I¡¯m coming,¡± Manfeld said while shaking his head, trying to come back to the present. He trotted back to the team but could still, somehow, hear the ringing roar of the iron birds. Although Manfeld had witnessed a lot of incredible things in Neverwinter in the past one month, it was his first time seeing the ¡°Fires of Heaven¡± take off at such a close range. He felt exhilarated at the scene that he beheld. He was again shocked, but he also felt something else this time. For example, happiness. Within a second, he had fallen in love with this job. Just as the settlement clerk Matt had said, Manfeld successfully passed the screening process conducted by the human resource department of the Administrative Office and obtained a Neverwinter resident identity card. He had also received a property and quickly got used to the life here. It took him not long to find a foothold in this new city. Now, he could either choose to become a clerk in the Administrative Office or a policeman like Sharon who helped maintain public order. He hesitated for a while and submitted his application to the Aerial Knight Academy. Manfeld knew that official Aerial Knights would, in the end, join the army. They would be subject to a strict screening process and might also be killed in action. However, he was determined. He was glad that he made the right decision. Nothing could be more honorous than becoming an Aerial Knight, for they were the warriors who pledged fealty to the king, who fought against the tyrants and protected the weak. He could not wait for this day to come. Therefore, Farrina, Joe and Manfeld, as well as numerous other people all headed to the war in the north. They were from different kingdoms, different regions, but they were now acting for a common cause. Compared to the first and second Battles of Divine Will, mankind had never been so united. Their fate had been tied to the Battle of Divine Will. And they were all fighting for the human race. Chapter 1294 - An Isolated Island Translator: Transn Editor: Transn She slept in the sea when she got tired and resumed her trip after she woke up. When she was thirsty, she drank rain water and ate fish when hungry. Joan did not know how long she had to live like this. At first, she had been trying to track time. However, after she had missed one or two days, she gradually lost the track of time and finally gave up. She had no idea how long she had been swimming aimlessly in the ocean. Perhaps, it had been more than half a year now. Joan almost burst into tears at this thought. In fact, she had cried numerous times, but her tears merged with the seawater and became a part of the ocean. She was so tired. So tired indeed. Even when she was asleep, she could not totally relax on the surface of the water, otherwise ospreys and other animals would come to eat her. Even if they could not gulf her down, their pecks were sharp and painful. Also, she could be seen by Sea Ghosts and those ship-like monsters. Joan had actually encountered them many times during the past few months. Every time she had been scared to death. Fortunately, she had always managed to shake them off, despite that sometimes she got additional wounds during the escape. There were many cuts in her beautiful scales that His Majesty spoke highly of. The skin exposed in the air turned white. As she had been in the water for so long, some wounds started to decay. What was worse, some parastic worms had found her as their new host and nested in her wounds. It was excruciatingly painful to pull them off the body. Now, her body, which had never been pretty, became even uglier. She missed the soft bed in Neverwinter and Wendy¡¯s arms. She also missed the peaceful life there. Although there were a lot of fishes in the ocean, she had to eat them raw. She used to do that all the time, but now, she somehow could not get used to the fishy smell lingering between her lips. She wanted to eat the barbeque chicken wings made by Lightning. Then Joan again cried. She kept swimming as her tears trickled down. How long did she have to swim before she returned where she came from? She swam much faster than most fishes. She was even faster than His Majesty¡¯s ¡°Snow Wind¡±. The time she spent in the water could allow her to have five round-trips from Neverwinter to the Shadow Islands. However, why could she still not see her destination? His Majesty said that Earth was round. Could he have lied to her? If His Majesty had indeed lied, she would swipe his face with her scales if she got such a chance in the future! But she had to first get to Neverwinter¡­ Joan took a deep breath and encouraged herself. She reminded herself that she must not give up and must return to her friends! Joan began to produce a series of ¡°Ya¡± sounds over the sea. A moment later, she heard her echoes, ¡°Ya, ya.¡± A little shocked, she traced the echoes. It was a gloomy day today. A thin veil of mist permeated the surface of the ocean, and she could only see things within a few kilometers, just like the Shadow Islands when water went down. Since there was nothing at the front, Joan swam in that direction for another half an hour or so and finally spied something black loom against the mist. It looked like¡­ a rock on the surface of the water. Joan¡¯s face lit up. She knew that many tiny little things on the ocean were actually huge. Like the rock floating in the water, it must be enormous as well. Since it reflected off sounds, it could be a giant mountain. If there was a mountain, there should be lands. Was it a part of the Impassable Mountain Range? Joan suddenly had a lot of strength. She picked up her speed and swam as fast as she could toward the black silhouette. Water splashed all over her. As she got closer, she saw the black ¡°rock¡± more clearly. It was indeed a mountain, but at the foot of the mountain was not the port of the Western Region but a flat island. The rear of the island was connected to a vast land. Since the land was so far away, she could not see it clearly. But anyway, this was a land, which was better than nothing. Joan pulled herself together and stepped onto the beach. It was not until then that she noticed that this island was probably even larger than the biggest Searing Flame Island at the Fjords. Except for that verdant mountain, it was as flat as a pancake. In fact, the island was actually a meadow. Unlike the deserted islands she knew, this island seemed to be protected from the erosion of wet sea breezes and harsh weather. Grass grew underneath her feet, and occasionally, there were a few flowers. Joan did not understand why a secluded island like this, which could be easily destroyed by a seaquake, could be so vibrant and full of life. As the island was surrounded by the mist, it gave her a feeling that she was on a fairyland. Joan turned her flipper into legs and walked slowly toward the center of the island. Gradually, she saw some stone tablets. At first, she paid no notice to them, but later on, she found these tablets, although different in size, were neatly laid out. The closer she was to the center of the island, the more tablets she saw. In the end, the tablets formed various circles that became denser and denser, as though they were encircling something. She somehow had seen a similar scene before¡­ Joan crouched down at one tablet and studied it carefully. There were patterns on it, but she was not sure whether they were arbitrary patterns or some unidentifiable and indecipherable messages. To Joan¡¯s surprise, these stones looked quite old, but they were not dusty at all as if someone was cleaning them on a regular basis. Was someone living on this island? After walking for another few minutes, Joan was suddenly frozen to the ground. In front of her lay an immense pit, whose diameters might be several kilometers. The pit was not only fathomless, but its mouth was smooth as well. Apparently, the pit was not caused by the collapse of the ground. The tablets encircled the pit and formed rings of ¡°ripples¡±. Joan dimly thought of something. She stared up at the sky and saw the Bloody Moon peep through the hazy mist. For some reason, she felt that the Bloody Moon in the sky would fit perfectly in the pit on the ground. They looked almost identical. She even had a strange idea that the Bloody Moon would probably fill up the hole if it fell off. ¡°Hello.¡± Just then, a beautiful voice came from behind and startled her. ¡°Ya ¡ª ¡± Joan screamed and stepped a few paces back before she slumped against a tablet. The owner of the voice seemed to be frightened too, for she was silent for a while before she asked tentatively, ¡°Well¡­ are you alright?¡± Joan then discovered that it was actually a very pretty young woman. She was wearing a white dress, two strands of black hair cascading to her chest. Her graceful act of demeanor really impressed Joan. The woman looked a little confused as well. For a moment, she was not sure whether she should come forward to comfort Joan or keep observing her. ¡°Ya, ya.¡± Joan wanted to ask who she was, but she could only produce some inarticulate sounds. As she had not talked to anyone over the past half a year, she again lost her communication ability. Incredibly, however, the woman understood Joan. A little sorrowful, she replied with a smile. ¡°Me? I¡¯m just a guardian who¡¯s trapped in here.¡± Chapter 1295 - Guardian Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Joan¡¯s face lit up. She was the second person she had met who understood the mermaid¡¯s language other than Maggie. Nevertheless, Joan was not quite sure whether Maggie truly understood her. She simply produced some ¡°coo¡± sounds, which were even harder to comprehend. As such, they could only communicate short words and phrases. Who was this guardian then? Joan continued to make ¡°ya¡± sounds. ¡°Are you guarding the large pit? Where am I?¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t a pit but a bridge,¡± the guardian said smilingly. ¡°I saw bridges before. They aren¡¯t like that,¡± Joan thought to herself and walked cautiously toward the pit. She took a peek at the edge of it and found the wall of the pit was covered in mud and vines. There was no road leading to the bottom. ¡°Not everyone can pass this bridge, only the ones with keys,¡± the woman explained. ¡°You don¡¯t have the key, so you can¡¯t see the bridge.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Joan thought. By why did the bridge builder do something like that? Why did he not let everyone pass? Even if they did not have the key, people could still walk around and pass it. The guardian summoned a bitter smile and said, ¡°Yes, they could, but this is what I have to do. I¡¯m here waiting for the person who has the key and grant him the access to the bridge.¡± Joan studied her for a while and then spoke. ¡°You aren¡¯t chained.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Since you aren¡¯t chained, why don¡¯t you leave the island?¡± Joan said as she pointed at the mist. ¡°I saw there was a continent not far away. It shouldn¡¯t take long to swim there. As you aren¡¯t chained, I can get you out of this island.¡± The woman was stunned for a second before she shook her head with a smile. ¡°Never mind me. You¡¯re injured. Were you under an attack?¡± Joan did not understand why the woman suddenly changed the topic, but she answered immediately, ¡°the monsters in the sea scratched me.¡± ¡°Come here and lie down. I have some medicine and can take care of your wounds,¡± the woman said while waving her hand. For some reason, Joan believed that the woman was a nice person, although she had just met her. After she lay down, the guardian produced a jar of medicational cream and spread it over her hand. She then spread the cream over Joan¡¯s wounds. Instantly, a cooling sensation crept over Joan and refreshed her like a breeze that dispelled the hot air in summer. ¡°Ya¡­¡± ¡°It feels good, eh?¡± The guardian tore her dress and wrapped Joan¡¯s wounds after she applied the cream. She asked, ¡°By the way, where are you going next?¡± ¡°Going home,¡± Joan muttered. ¡°I want to return to my friends.¡± ¡°Then you can¡¯t go toward the black shadow. Although there¡¯s a continent there, it¡¯s not somewhere you should go.¡± ¡°Do you know where Neverwinter is?¡± Joan asked hopefully. ¡°Hmm¡­ perhaps it¡¯s on the opposite side of the black shadow, but it¡¯s still quite dangerous to get there by land. You¡¯d better swim there.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Yes. But you¡¯d better take a good rest. I can feel that you¡¯re shutting down.¡± It was not until then that Joan suddenly felt that sleep broke over her. She finally succumbed to the fatigue that she had been resisting for half a year. Joan indeed felt very relaxed beside the guardian. ¡°Just take a rest for now.¡± Joan slowly closed her eyes. The woman stroked Joan¡¯s hair and said quietly, ¡°I¡¯m not chained, but people can be restricted by something other than chains. Sometimes, words can be more powerful than chains.¡± ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t quite understand.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine, because I don¡¯t understand it either.¡± The woman¡¯s voice gradually became distant and soft, and Joan started to lose her consciousness. ¡°Perhaps I can ask somebody to answer your question¡­ I¡¯m not smart, but someone is smarter than me, for example, Miss Anna and His Majesty¡­¡± ¡°Really? Then, I thank you.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll meet again¡­ right?¡± ¡°Yes, if we¡¯ve got a chance¡­¡± Joan completely fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already dark. ¡°Oh no, how long have I slept?¡± Joan sat bolt upright but she could not find the guardian. Joan looked around in panic but could not see anyone around her. Apart from that, the tablets were all gone as well. She could only see the huge, empty pit in front of her, the meadow, and the mountain with a flat top as if everything she had seen before was but an illusion. ¡°Was that a dream?¡± ¡°No, it isn¡¯t.¡± Joan immediately realized that her wounds had been taken care of, only that she did not feel the cooling sensation anymore. Joan unwrapped her wounds but did not find any residue of the cream on her scales. Her wounds had healed up. While Joan was sitting there, puzzled and confused, she heard a strange roar in the distance. She then noticed that the mist around the island had dissipated, and now she could see the black shadow clearly. It was a mountain, but it was a little too high, as though it was leading to Heaven. The mountain was also extremely large. From a distance, the mountain was even wider than the Fjord Islands put all together. There was not a single tree on the mountain but inky, impenetrable darkness. A haze of Red Mist enveloped the top of the mountain and spurted out crimson liquid from time to time! Then Joan saw where the roar came from. At the foot of the mountain were swarms of monsters coming toward the continent. They piled up on the beach and ejected venom. The black soil underneath collapsed, and huge rocks fell into the sea. The whole ocean was boiling! Although these monsters were tiny compared to the gigantic black mountain, they were, little by little, eroding it! Yet they encountered resistance. In the area that the monsters could not reach, thousands of Sea Ghosts collided with another kind of monsters. It took Joan a long time to realize that the other kind of monsters were what everyone described as demons! The Sea Ghosts that scared the sailors so much appeared to be incredibly weak in this battle. There flew in all directions, failing to break into the demons¡¯ defensive line. Despite their constant failure, they continuously crossed over the ship-like monsters and rushed toward the bank. Joan covered her mouth in surprise. ¡°Although there¡¯s a continent there, it¡¯s not somewhere you should go.¡± ¡°You should go to the opposite side of the black shadow.¡± Joan suddenly thought of the woman¡¯s words. She looked around. Across the black mountain lay just the vast ocean. There was no sign of lands. Joan hesitated for a short moment and began to run in that direction. She sensed a great danger as she saw the two parties fight. Her instinct told her that she must leave. Another reason was that she believed that the guardian would not lie to her. Joan thus plunged into the water and left the earth-shaking roar behind. Chapter 1296 - A Visitor from the Sky Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°Father, do we really have to do so much for them?¡± Hawn Quinn watched the busy workers at a clearing outside the City of Glow and asked a little indignantly. Before the two people was a rectangle square, its length about 1,000 meters and width around 500. After the construction team of Graycastle came to the Kingdom of Dawn, the nobles started to use the new measurement. Unlike the square built with beautiful slabs in the king¡¯s city, this square was built with grayish, plain cement. Although not visually appealing, it was fairly easy to build. It had only taken them less than a week to excavate the ground and build the base. All the workers for this project were from the Quinn Family, which showed how important this project was. ¡°Hmm,¡± Horford Quinn, the current King of Dawn said while casting his son a glance with some interest,¡± what are you referring to?¡± ¡°King Roland probably asked you to do too much,¡± Hawn said while counting on his fingers. ¡°He asked you to build a bridge and a road. These are both big projects. You summoned all the family workers to work on the construction. Then who¡¯ll take care of the domain? The castle has to be refurbished as well. Of course, Hawn was unhappy about something else too. His father was too obedient to the King of Graycastle. He even prejudiced his own interests. The cement was apparently a very promising alchemical material. If their family could have a monopoly over that, they would gain huge profits. Just because that King Roland had instructed in his letter to ¡°produce as much cement as possible¡±, Horford had summoned all the great nobles to the palace and told them how to produce cement. With the help of those nobles and various chambers of commerce, soon several cement plants were built. As a result, the Quinn Family did not profit much from this new technology. When it came to the road construction, however, the situation reversed. The great nobles all refused to cooperate, which left Horford no choice but to do it on his own. The Quinn Family took care of all the construction work, from the recruitment to the collaboration with the Graycastle construction team. Despite that they had accumulated huge wealth after taking over the country from the royal house of Moya, they had spent a great deal on this project. Hawn¡¯s heart ached when he saw the gold royals in the treasury decrease every day. Road construction was different than a business investment that could bring in more money. The road connecting the Northside River and the Cage Mountain could not bring anything. The two areas were not even under the jurisdiction of the Quinn Family! Even if the road did, somehow, flourish the local business, only the lords along the road would profit from it. From what Hawn could tell, King Roland definitely wanted to build something more, for example, this strange, useless square. If they keep squandering money like this, his family would soon encounter a financial crisis. In fact, many distant branches of the family had started to complain about Horford¡¯s action. What annoyed Hawn most was his father¡¯s attitude toward the Graycastle men. He not only made inquiries of every project but also summoned the construction team to the palace frequently and asked whether they had any needs. Hawn was particularly resentful after he learned that these ¡°officials¡± were all civilians rather than nobles. His father was a king, and it extremely irritated Hawn to see they sit equal at the same table. And today, when Horford heard that Graycastle would send their ambassadors, he immediately went out to the city to greet them. This was so incredible. As a ruler, he could have definitely met the guests in his castle. What royals would greet the guests outside the castle in person? Hawn suspected that Horford did all this because of his daughter, Andrea. Everything started after his daughter left. ¡°What can I do?¡± Horford said, shrugging. ¡°Nobody else is willing to work. I can¡¯t let them do what they want. You¡¯ve seen how powerful Graycastle is. Do you think without the support of the Wimbledon Family, I¡¯d still be able to be the king of the country?¡± ¡°No, father¡­ I¡¯m not asking you to resist Graycastle,¡± Hawn explained while waving his hand. ¡°You just need to ask others to work for you, and Roland Wimbledon won¡¯t say anything about it. You can negotiate with the local lords for the funds. A business deal is a sort of negotiation. You told me that a good businessman has to stay calm to get the maximum benefit.¡± ¡°But the Battle of Divine Will isn¡¯t a trade.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, but¡­¡± Hawn broke off and bit his lip. Finally, he bursted out, ¡°But you don¡¯t look like the King of Dawn at all but a minister working for King Roland Wimbledon!¡± Hawn expected to see his father throw a fit, but the latter simply stared at him for a moment and smiled airily. He said, ¡°Why do you think there are only four kingdoms on this continent instead of three or five?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Hawn was totally unprepared for the question. ¡°Because¡­ because we¡¯re the strongest four families?¡± ¡°More precisely, we¡¯re the strongest in our own domains.¡± Horford said, ¡°Our power can¡¯t extend throughout the whole continent. The so-called border is actually the furthest we could extend our power to. However, the balance between the four kingdoms has been broken. Roland Wimbledon could completely take over all of the Four Kingdoms if he likes. If that¡¯s the case, why can¡¯t I submit to his ruling?¡± Hawn retorted fiercely, unable to help himself, ¡°Father! The Graycastle army is powerful, but they can¡¯t control the whole continent! You¡¯re exaggerating¡­¡± ¡°You aren¡¯t realizing the change in Graycastle, child,¡± Horford sighed deeply. ¡°Perhaps, Roland couldn¡¯t in the past, but now he has extended his power beyond his own territory. You didn¡¯t really look into what he has done, so of course you don¡¯t believe that he has that ability. ¡°How¡­ how did you know?¡± Horford answered with a smile, ¡°Andrea replied to my letter.¡± Hawn¡¯s heart sank. When he was about to talk more sense into his father, somebody shrieked. Then there was a loud, dull buzz coming from a distance. Hawn looked in that direction, slightly surprised at a line of black shadows in the sky that was streaming toward the City of Glow. Were they migrating birds? However, he soon realized that he was wrong. The black dot expanded immediately, and it became larger than any birds he had seen. It was still expanding. Hawn¡¯s eyes were wide open. They seemed to be artifacts! All the workers dropped their tools involuntarily and started to scream. Many cavarans that passed by also stopped and looked up at the sky. ¡°That¡¯s incredible¡­ He really did that,¡± Horford commented while smiling faintly. ¡°My guests are coming.¡± Hawn, at this point, was completely aghasted. Were these huge birds the transportation tools invented by the Graycastle men? How could it be possible? Chapter 1297 - Arrive at the Front! Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Yet Hawn soon realized that what he had throught was impossible was real. The huge birds hovered above the square and then dropped. Hawn could now see clearly the pilot up there who was also peering down. The artifact was even larger than a carriage. Hawn could not understand how such heavy items could fly like a bird in the sky. The other spectators also wondered the same question. When the iron birds fleeted across the square, many workers knelt down and prayed. This must be a miracle. ¡°Your sister Andrea is also there,¡± Horford Quinn commented. ¡°Her letter is just dated yesterday.¡± It took Hawn a long time to understand the implication behind the word ¡°yesterday¡±, All his hair on his back stood on its end as he realized what it meant. They arrived here in just one day from Graycastle thousands of miles away? Now, when Hawn thought of his father¡¯s words that ¡°the balance has been broken¡±, he realized how ridiculous his previous idea was. The man-made iron birds landed quietly one after another. When Andrea walked off the plane, Horford could not wait to come up to greet her. ¡­ A banquet was held in the palace to receive these Graycastle witches. Although no nobles were invited, the news that the guests had descended from the sky immediately spread throughout the entire City of Glow. So many people had witnessed that spectacular scene. After lunch, Horford finally found an opportunity to speak to his daughter alone. He was pleased that Andrea would at least call him father now. ¡°Are you leaving in the afternoon?¡± Horford asked a little regretfully. ¡°We must be at the Cage Mountain by the sunset and meet with the First Army,¡± Andrea said with a nod. ¡°The ¡®Seagull¡¯ could have arrived there in one day had this not been our first time traveling abroad. If that was the case, we would probably not have had time to eat.¡± Horford was utterly shocked when he heard that the Graycastle men could travel from one country to another within one day. Although he had learned about this amazing transportation tool from his daughter¡¯s letter, he still could not quite take it. He had lectured Hawn earlier regarding the changes in Graycastle, but in fact, he himself was not fully convinced either. Horford sighed internally and said while stroking his beard, ¡°You did that on purpose, didn¡¯t you?¡± Andrea smiled for the first time. She asked, ¡°You knew?¡± ¡°I just think the planes shouldn¡¯t have hovered so long in the air before they landed,¡± Horford said resignedly. ¡°In that case, everyone in the southern city would hear the noise. Well, it¡¯s indeed a good warning to those nobles who are thinking about stirring up trouble.¡± ¡°This is one of the reasons. The other reason is that we need to establish confidence among the public,¡± Andrea explained while shrugging. I¡¯ve heard that there are demons and Devilbeasts lurking around the Kingdom of Dawn. If the residents here know that the Graycastle army also has the ability to fly, they would not easily get panic.¡± ¡°It does kill two birds with one stone. Is this also the idea of that Pearl of the Northern Region?¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s Princess Tilly¡¯s idea.¡± Horford noticed that his daughter was pretty proud of her princess when she mentioned the latter¡¯s name as if she was sharing the honor. It appeared that she had made many good friends in Neverwinter. Horford nodded and switched the subject. ¡°By the way, are you really not interested in taking the throne?¡± ¡°Why did you say that again?¡± Andrea said while raising her brows. ¡°Haven¡¯t I told you that I¡¯m not interested in being the queen of the Kingdom of Dawn? Are you not satisfied with Hawn?¡± ¡°He¡¯s a good noble and also a pretty talented businessman. I believe he would be a good earl,¡± Horford replied while shaking his head. ¡°But Hawn, like all the other nobles, cared too much about personal gains. Many people in the family don¡¯t understand why I¡¯m doing all this. They don¡¯t comprehend that what I¡¯m doing now is to further secure our dominant position in this country.¡± After Horford had become the King of Dawn, the Quinn families had all somewhat changed, including his adopted son. Hawn would have never said such things as ¡°you don¡¯t look like the King of Dawn but a minister working for King Roland Wimbledon¡± in the past. Someone must be insinuating him into making such impertinent comments, or Hawn had already regarded him as the next king. The word ¡°His Majesty¡± was a fascinating word, but the power it brought could equally bring disasters. He did not want Hawn to end up like Appen. Also, another reason that Horford had not told Hawn was that the other two families would probably not acknowledge an adopted son as the ruler of the state. In fact, the Luoxi Family and the Tokat Family supported Horford largely because of Andrea. ¡°That¡¯s your problem,¡± Andrea said indifferently. ¡°If you don¡¯t want to take over my position, then I have to share the throne with the other two families,¡± Horford said in a sorrowful tone. ¡°You don¡¯t mind?¡± ¡°That¡¯s nothing,¡± Horford said half-jokingly. ¡°It actually saves me a lot of trouble. After the war, I can probably move to Neverwinter and stay with you. I can have a peaceful life before I die.¡± Horford was serious. If Roland Wimbledon won the Battle of Divine Will, would the Four Kingdoms continue to exist? Horford did not think so. The Quinn Family had risen to power simply because they took advantage of the war. If he let Andrea take the throne, Roland would probably leave the Kingdom of Dawn as it was. However, if someone else became the king, that would, perhaps, become another different story. Just as he had said earlier, King Roland had broken the balance between the four kingdoms. Andrea looked at Horford for quite a long time. He could tell that his daughter was not as determined as before. After a long silence, Andrea said, ¡°I have to go.¡± ¡°Take care of yourself,¡± Horford said. It took him a great deal of efforts to suppress his urge to stroke his daughter¡¯s head. ¡°I¡¯ll come to the front if available.¡± ¡°¡­ You too,¡± Andrea replied as she turned around and withdrew from the study. Horford took a deep breath. He leaned against the chair and closed his eyes. He did not forget the decision he had made last year. He would like to spend the rest of his life correcting the mistake he had made. Four hours later, the fleet landed safely at Thorn Town at the foot of the Cage Mountain. Within just two days, they had traveled between four cities and covered a distance of more than 1,000 kilometers. This unprecedented operation would definitely become a part of the history. Iron Axe, Brian and Edith were all waiting for them at the airport. After a brief discussion, the witches entered the headquarters located at the top of the mountain. From the grave expression of the General Staff clerks, the witches judged that the First Army was not in an optimistic position. Iron Axe spread open a large map on the long table and nodded at everyone before he said, ¡°Now, let me tell you about the current situation.¡± Chapter 1298 - The Arrival of the Demonic Months Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Iron Axe and Edith had made numerous predictions of the war at the frontier. They both concluded that before all the troops assembled and brought all the weapons, the First Army should focus on the defense. Even if the main force arrived, they had to adjust their operation strategies accordingly and looked for an opportunity to eliminate the demons at one shot. If they were trapped in the Red Mist area, their situation would become very precarious. ¡°According to the intelligence collected by the Taquila witches, the Red Mist produced by the Obelisk would eventually cover more than half of the Kingdom of Wolfheart,¡± Iron Axe said as he pointed at the red curve on the map. ¡°Therefore, we shall extend our defensive line. In consideration of the time for alerts and preparation, we shall set up our outposts in these four cities along the curve, which are the Metalstone Ridge, the Gust Castle, the Sand City, and the Sedimentation Bay. These four cities formed a polygonal chain that spanned across the Kingdom of Wolfheart on the opposite side of the Red Mist area. ¡°But the First Army currently doesn¡¯t have enough force to defend the four cities all at once, so they have to pick the more important ones to build their strongholds. The most important two cities are the Sedimentation Bay and the Sand City. They support each other and are situated at the crest of the Red Mist area, only 50 kilometers away from the demons¡¯ battlement. If we lose them, the demons could directly attack the Cage Mountain.¡± ¡°Especially the Sedimentation Bay,¡± Morning Light added. ¡°It¡¯s the port closest to the Cage Mountain. We rely on it to send our supplies. Losing the Sedimentation Bay means that it¡¯ll take the army much longer to assemble. We can¡¯t let that happen.¡± ¡°Just tell them the truth,¡± Edith said flatly. ¡°If the demons take the Sedimentation Bay, then we¡¯ve half lost the Battle of Divine Will. Fortunately, the demons are also short of supplies. Since they erected the Obelisk on the ridge of the continent, it isn¡¯t easy for them to transport the Red Mist.¡± Perhaps, Edith was the only person who did not mind saying the word ¡°lost¡±. Iron Axe coughed in embarrassment and said, ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s suppose that the demons encounter the same problem as us and are now busy creating a ¡°shortcut¡± in the mountains. Whatever their reason is, the First Army mustn¡¯t miss this opportunity. Before the road construction is completed, we must hold onto the two cities.¡± He paused for a second and then resumed, ¡°There are around 3,000 soldiers stationed in the Sedimentation Bay and the Sand City. They¡¯re now building trenches and strongholds. I¡¯ve also built a reserve unit that contains 1,000 soldiers to defend the rear of the two cities as potential reinforcements. Nevertheless, this isn¡¯t enough. I hope Miss Sylvie could serve as a scout to alert us like what we did in the past in the Sedimentation Bay. Miss Lightning and Maggie could help with the other city.¡± ¡°Got it.¡± ¡°No problem.¡± ¡°Coo!¡± The three witches chorused. ¡°As for the Metalstone Ridge and the Gust Castle, I¡¯ve sent a unit of 500 to defend them. These two cities are relatively far from the Red Mist area, so the demons would not likely attack them. Even if they do, they would normally send the Devilbeasts,¡± Iron Axe continued as he saluted to Tilly. ¡°I hope Your Highness could help with the defense in the air.¡± Tilly nodded and answered, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The Aerial Knights are designed to fight the Devilbeasts.¡± ¡°The last is the Archduke Island,¡± Iron Axe said as he pointed at a large island in the east. ¡°It¡¯ll be eventually covered by the Red Mist, but strategically, we still rely on it. Since it¡¯s not connected to any lands, it¡¯s easier to defend. The Mad Demons need to travel two to three kilometers to cross the channel to land. The Spider Demons can¡¯t cross the ocean. Although the flying Devilbeasts could travel anywhere pretty fast, they can¡¯t attack effectively. Therefore, the Devilbeasts won¡¯t create too much trouble to the construction of the blockhouses.¡± ¡°As long as we have the Archduke Island, the Sedimentation Bay would be quite safe. Likewise, the island is a perfect place for us to attack the demons. If we use cannons in the city, our fire would cover the entire beach, as well as the land within a radius of 10 kilometers.¡± ¡°But it¡¯s covered in the Red Mist¡­¡± Agatha said apprehensively. ¡°The General Staff has considered about it,¡± Edith interjected. ¡°That¡¯s why we sent 500 people there. Even if the demons attack us fiercely, the army and the fleet at the Sedimentation Bay would still have time to retreat. There¡¯s no sign so far that indicates that the demons have a powerful fleet that can fight on the ocean.¡± ¡°Er¡­ can I say something?¡± Wendy asked. ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°I lived in a monastery in the old holy city for more than 10 years, so I know the several roads in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter leading to the Hermes Plateau. The roads in the Kingdom of Everwinter are mostly in the Impassable Mountain Range. Could the demons use these roads to attack Hermes? There are many God¡¯s Stone mines there.¡± There was instantly a heated discussion. Without a doubt, once the demons erected the Obelisk at the center of the Four Kingdoms, the result would be more fatal than when they did that on the Fertile Plains. The Red Mist could tumble down to the land below from the plateau and permeate the whole continent. By that time, the human race would have nowhere to go. ¡°That¡¯s a possibility, but it¡¯s hard to achieve,¡± Edith commented in approval. ¡°During the last two Battles of Divine Will, the demons could only erect one Obelisk. First of all, their army can¡¯t cross the Impassable Mountain Range and reach the Hermes Plateau. These paths were all accessible to the public. We just need to build a few outposts if we want to monitor them. Once exposed, the demons would be in a very disadvantageous position.¡± ¡°Therefore, even if the demons intend to attack the New Holy City, they could only do it secretively like what they did to the Misty Forest. One or two units won¡¯t be able to set up the Obelisk so quickly in Hermes. Plus, the Coldwind Ridge is just one step away from the Plateau. It¡¯s highly unlikely that they¡¯ll build an Obelisk under our noses.¡± ¡°I see. You¡¯ve already thought about that,¡± Wendy said, profoundly relieved. ¡°Then it¡¯s OK with me.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the basic plan for the First Army at the front,¡± Iron Axe concluded. ¡°We¡¯re now trying to see where the demons are coming from. To tell you the truth, as we don¡¯t have enough information and are short staffed, the First Army have had a hard time recently. I¡¯m really glad that everyone came to support us. With your help, we could, more or less, solve these problems. Once we have enough people and intelligence, we can fight back!¡± The next was to assign work to the witches. Leaf and Lotus would stay at the Cage Mountain on the border and set up numerous traps. Andrea and Shavi would head to the Sedimentation Bay. They were combat witches, so they naturally were sent to the front. Hummingbird and Molly would support the logistics to help unload supplies at the port. Echo would be responsible for raising the morale of the army. While everyone was busy preparing for the war, fall had passed. The sun did not rise as usual on the first day of winter. Instead, flurries of snow drifted down from the sky. This was the first Month of Demons after the appearance of the Bloody Moon. Chapter 1299 - A Swift Attack Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Outside Thorn Town at the Cage Mountain. ¡°A, atishoo ¡ª ¡± Good sneezed as he entered the hangar against rushes of snow and gusts of wind. He placed the heavy ammunition case beside the plane and slumped onto it. ¡°I hate winter. It reminds me of those old days when we were refugees.¡± ¡°Nobody likes the Months of Demons, but I have to say that true winter hasn¡¯t come yet,¡± Finkin said while twitching his lips as he opened his wooden case. ¡°You should feel happy that we aren¡¯t far from the sea. The Months of Demons aren¡¯t that bad on the coast. Before His Majesty became the lord of the Western Region, everyone feared that they would not survive the night. Their houses might collapse at night, and they would then be buried in snow if they stayed in. They could not even run for life.¡± ¡°Well, are the Months of Demons in Neverwinter really that terrible?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. The situation didn¡¯t change until His Majesty built concrete houses. Why do you think His Majesty named the new king¡¯s city ¡®Neverwinter¡¯?¡± Finkin said while shrugging. He took out the ammunition from the case and put it into the cabin. The ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± was equipped with two machine guns, one at the front and the other in the middle. Although they were both new general machine guns, their loading methods were quite different. The machine gun at the front was half merged with the plane, so they used a cartridge to load shells. The ammunition case was, therefore, made of metal. When they load shells, they had to remove the whole thing. The machine gun in the middle was fixed to a rotating gun rack. Its operation method was exactly the same as Mark I used by the Gun Battalion, only that they used a saddle-shaped drum magazine that could accommodate 100 shells to load the weapon. The machine gunner at the rear loaded ammunition manually once the shells ran out. To ensure that every time before the operation, they had sufficient ammunition, they needed to reload the weapons after the plane landed, no matter how many times they had fired. Normally, the ground staff would take care of this matter, but Good preferred to do it himself. He did not want to miss a single opportunity to touch the plane, even if it was just a fleeting second. Just then, a loud wave of cheers erupted outside the hangar. Undoubtedly, some students had passed the exam and landed on the runway. Even if it was now snowing, Her Highness did not stop the training. She was even busier than usual. Apart from teaching the new students, she took them to patrol the northwestern area of the Kingdom of Wolfheart twice a day. At night, they discussed flight theories and issues they had come across during the day. She hardly took a rest. Under her influence, everyone studied hard, and they actually did even better than in Neverwinter. During the past one week, not a single trainer aircraft had crashed. After installing the new ammunition case to the storage room at the front of the plane with his partner, Good walked up to the window and let out a sigh. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Are you homesick?¡± Finkin asked as he followed Good. Good shook his head and said, ¡°I¡¯m just worried about¡­¡± ¡°About the war and your sister back home?¡± Finkin interjected while smiling slyly. ¡°I remember her name is Rachel, right?¡± ¡°I¡¯m worried about that I¡¯ll be replaced!¡± Good exclaimed indignantly as he glared at Good. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°We only have four fighters, one of which is Her Highness¡¯ ¡®Unicorn¡¯. In other words, I have to be one of the top threes to operate the Fire of Heaven,¡± said Good as he turned around and watched the training field at a distance. ¡°Our strength lies in war experience, but we haven¡¯t seen a single demon yet. If there are one or two gifted students among the new people, we would probably fall behind.¡± Surprised at Good¡¯s concern, Finkin said in a resigned tone after a long silence, ¡°Oi, oi, you¡¯re worrying too much. We¡¯ve earned a lot of experience by shooting real bullets. Didn¡¯t Her Highness say that even the Gun Battalion needs a couple of months to practice, wasting thousands of bullets before they throw themselves in a real war?¡± ¡°But we don¡¯t really do well in shooting, do we?¡± ¡°Well¡­¡± Finkin was at a loss for words. Although the Aerial Knights had never met a single demon so far, they had fired on the plane numerous times. Tilly did not ask them to bring back the ammunition but asked them to use up all the bullets. They were told to pick a random target and practice as if it were a real battle. The target, sometimes, was a balloon in the air or a big tree on the top of the mountain. Good discovered that he was much less talented in shooting than flying. Also, he had heard that many new students had quite outstanding performance during the training, one of whom was called Manfeld. His gift was soon acknowledged by the instructor in just a few days. Therefore, his worry was not completely groundless. He could improve his flying techniques by constant practice, but there was no shortcut for shooting. Suddenly, a sharp alarm broke over the airport. It pierced the air like a firecracker! Good and Finkin exchanged dark looks, and their manners instantly tightened. Once the alarm went off, all the training was suspended. The runway was cleared. The official Aerial Knights must immediately gather at the headquarters at the airport. It was their first time hearing the alarm since their arrival at Thorn Town. They thus ran to the headquarters at once. Soon, there were more than 30 people in the temporary headquarters. ¡°We received a message from Iron Axe just a minute ago that a troop of demons had appeared 200 kilometers to the north of the Gust Castle,¡± Princess Tilly said as she pointed at the map. ¡°The message was delivered by the animal messenger, and in the letter, Iron Axe has pointed out that there are also refugees nearby. The demons may aim at these refugees. It would take the garrison at the Gust Castle more than two days to travel there. It would be too late if we wait for them.¡± ¡°This is what the Aerial Knights can help with. Nobody can cover such a long distance within two to three hours except the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯. The demons would have never thought that they would share the sky with us one day! Now, heed my command. Aerial Knights, advance!¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Highness!¡± everyone shouted together. Good clenched his fists. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time! By the time they returned to the hangar, the ground staff had finished the preparation work for the takeoff. Good strode over to the pilot cabin, quickly turned on the engine and spinned the lever. As the motor was set in motion, black smoke spiraled up from the head of the jet. The plane finished its first cycle as it roared. Once the engine was on, the piston would continue working. Good put on his goggles, waved at the cheering crowd and pushed down the lever. Around seven or eight mintues later, four biplanes streaked across the runway and rose into the air in the snow before they headed off to the north. Chapter 1300 - A Ferocious Fight Translator: Transn Editor: Transn It was definitely not easy to fly in winter. Although the Aerial Knights were wearing hats made of wolf skins, fur scarves and goggles, the area unprotected by these gears was still exposed to the biting coldness. The windshield was located at the front of the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡±. When the wind changed its direction or when the plane set off, flurries of snows would be carried into the cabin by the wind from all directions. However, Good understood the rationale behind this design. Above him were the huge wings, so his vision was pretty narrow. If he wanted to observe the situation below, he had to poke his head out of the cabin. In fact, the most thing that Finkin did was to poke his head out. Unlike regular soldiers who simply needed to draw out their weapons on the battlefield, the Aerial Knights had to first located the enemies. It was extremely hard to find their target in the sky. The ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± became as tiny as an ant at a height of 1,000 kilometers, let alone the people on the ground. That was probably the reason why each plane was operated by two people. Four eyes worked better than two. ¡°Any luck?¡± Good turned around and asked. Around an hour ago, the fleet had passed the Gust Castle. If the demons were pursuing the refugees, they should be around this area according to the map. To expediate the search process, the four planes spread out and formed a fan-shaped formation around the central axis in the north. This was also the standard search method written on the Flight Manual. Theoretically, as long as they did not deviate from the course, the four planes could cover the area within a radius of 200 kilometers. Nevertheless, due to the harsh weather condition, the planes had to stick together, which largely reduced their search area. ¡°Nothing!¡± Finkin yelled while holding his telescope. ¡°Could demons have already caught up with the refugees and killed them all?¡± ¡°Then there should be many bodies down there!¡± ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll take another look¡­ I hope the snow won¡¯t cover them up,¡± Finkin mumbled. ¡°Mate, could you drop a little bit?¡± Good lowered the head of the jet a little and cast a glance at the compass and the altimeters. These were the only two parameters on the ¡°Fire of Heaven that they could rely on to know their current location. In spite of this, there were also clear instructions on the Flight Manual that they must not trust these two parameters too much. ¡°Due to the limitation of the technologies, the devices could go wrong, especially when the plane is flying through an area that is experiencing a series of drastic changes in weather, altitude and geographical landscape. Make sure that you look out of the cabin every now and then, unless you want to be that key person who prompts a new round of technology revolution ¡ª by Tilly Wimbledon.¡± ¡°I can only drop another 300 meters. No lower than that. This isn¡¯t the Western Region of Graycastle where the land is flat ¡ª ¡± However, Finkin interrupted him, ¡°Two degrees to the right! Someone¡¯s moving there.¡± Good¡¯s expression changed. He quickly adjusted the direction. He could hear nothing except the howl of the wind and the roar of the engine. Therefore, Finkin was not referring to sounds but something visible to their eyes. It would be indeed very suspicious if someone chose to come out under this weather condition. A moment later, Good found many black dots against the vast, white mountain range covered in snow. Instead of a few scattered dots here and there, they actually formed a great number of lines. From above, these lines resembled thin threads of hair in the snow. ¡°Are they¡­ footprints?¡± Finkin answered his question in excitement. ¡°That¡¯s right. I believe that¡¯s whom Her Highness asked us to look for! There are people on the mountain, and there are so many! God, the demons are going after those refugees. I saw hundreds of bodies! Based on their body builds, they should be Mad Demons, and there are 30 to 40 of them!¡± ¡°Notify the others!¡± Good said immediately and pressed down the lever. ¡°Let¡¯s go first!¡± Three green flares were discharged and sizzled into the air, forming a glaring constast with the Bloody Moon in the midair. The plane plummeted, and the two parties were increasingly close to each other. When the plane was only 400 to 500 meters away from the crest of the mountain, Good finally saw the fleeing refugees struggling to run for life in the snow. They rushed down the mountain, and many people almost tumbled down the mountainside, looking desperate. The Mad Demons, on the other hand, slowly closed in from behind. They were not particularly chasing or slaughtering them, but rather, they were enjoying the pleasure of the hunting game. All Good¡¯s blood rushed to his head. He recited the shooting instructions internally and aimed at the Mad Demons at the top of the mountain. After the target was aligned, he pressed the firing button. The machine gun instantly fired furiously! This was also the easiest way to shoot a target on the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡±. When the plane was only 200 to 300 above the ground, he did not need to worry that the bullets would deviate from the course as they dropped. The bullets would travel in the direction the jet headed during the whole process. Even Good, inexperienced as he was, could hit the target! The bullets rained down at the Mad Demons in the snow and created a straight ¡°borderline¡±! It was not until then that the demons finally noticed the descending giant bird. They howled as they drew out their bone spears and threw them at the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡±, without the slightest intention to retreat. Just then, the ¡°borderline¡±, without any warning, scattered the demons. It was line of life and death. The metal bullets whistled through the air and penetrated the Mad Demons, dotting the white snow with streaks of blue blood. Red blood mist spurted out suddenly from the back of the Mad Demons that got hit. Their arms and legs were instantly broken. For a moment, limbs and flesh flew in all directions, exhaling piles of snow. The Mad Demons were thus temporarily stopped. Then there came the demons¡¯ bone spears. Unfortunately, the spears could not harm the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡±. Even if the weapons did reach the aircraft, they were too weak to cause any damage. It was almost impossible to spear the biplane traveling in the air at a high speed. But the ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± was still attacking While Good was repositioning the jet, Finkin started to fire. Finkin aimed at the crest of the mountain and fired ferociously. He did not follow any shooting rules or calculate the trajectories but simply shot based on his own instinct. The demons finally realized that the strange bird in the sky was not some hybrid demonic beast or monster but a weapon created by human beings! However, their understanding could not change the situation. There was no hiding place, and the chance of escaping the furious ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± became extremely slim. During the past Battles of Divine Will, human beings had been so afraid of the Devilbeasts that flew high and fast up in the sky. Now, the demons were equally scared. Perhaps, they were more frightened than men. A moment later, Good began to plunge toward the demons again. At that time, the other two planes also appeared. Under the attack of the three planes, the demons fled as fast as they could, but the planes pursued them relentlessly, in an attempt to kill more. Neither Good Nor Finkin realized that they were the first few people who would still chase the enemies when they were outnumbered. Even the previous evacuation unit of the First Army had not taken the initiative to go after the demons. Now, they were facing 40-50 Mad Demons, but they only got three planes manned by six people. Chapter 1301 - A Battle in the Snow Translator: Transn Editor: Transn White thought he was going to die when the strange gray bird zoomed toward the mountain. The only thing he was thinking at that moment was that he should have not come all the way here to do business! He blamed those sailors! Had those sailors not been so envious of coachmen and also started to transport refugees, he would not have had to come to the interior of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. He simply wanted to earn more money and survive the fierce competition! He had not expected that this time, he would encounter real demons. He could probably still survive as long as he ran faster than the other refugees. However, when the strange birds appeared in the sky, he knew that he was doomed. No men could outrun something that had wings, not to mention that he only had one leg. White buried his head in his arms and knelt down. ¡°God, please send your pious believer to the divine land you created after he dies and make sure that he has endless gold royals to squander¡­¡± But the weird birds did not tear him to pieces. Instead, they produced a series of familiar sounds. He had heard similar ¡°neighing sounds¡± at the Sedimentation Bay. When the Graycastle men fired, those sounds would reverberate across the whole battlefield. Within just half an hour, the invincible knights from the Tusk and the Redstone Family were all reduced to ashes. Did the Graycastle men came to their rescue? White looked up gingerly and saw the most incredible scene in his life. A jet of silver white flash erupted from the head of the strange bird. As if it had consciousness, the flash reached the demons. The snow was kicked up into the sky, and the demons fell down one after another, as though the flash contained indefinite power. He was flabberghasted. What excited White more was that the demons were also caught totally unprepared. They not only stopped chasing them but also started to flee. ¡°Mr. White, what, what¡¯s that?¡± some refugees asked tremulously. White shook his head involuntarily, and suddenly, a bold idea flashed across his mind. White pinched his leg and forced himself to stand up. He spread out his arms at the horrified refugees and yelled in a quavering voice, ¡°Don¡¯t be scared. This is the Graycastle army I told you before! I summoned them here!¡± ¡°Graycastle men?¡± the refugees echoed in disbelief. ¡°From the sky?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right!¡± ¡°Do you mean¡­ that we¡¯ll be saved?¡± ¡°For now, yes, but it¡¯s not free. Indeed, their service is quite expensive! I don¡¯t have much savings, and I don¡¯t know when they¡¯ll leave ¡ª ¡± Before White could finish, the excited crowd interrupted him, ¡°Don¡¯t let them go! I¡¯m willing to pay double!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll pay two silver royals!¡± ¡°If I could arrive at the Sedimentation Bay safe and sound, I¡¯ll give you my gold ring!¡± ¡°And me as well¡­¡± The refugees, who had been desperate just a moment ago, again burst into life as they saw a ray of hope. ¡°I¡¯ll deliver your message to the Graycastle men. Now, please follow me. Well, my leg doesn¡¯t work properly. Can someone carry me on the back?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll do it!¡± a burly man answered and immediately carried White on his back. In that way, White did not have to be worried that he would fall behind. If everything went well, he would probably retrieve his carriage with the money from the refugees. White did not mind telling a little lie. The most important thing now was to raise the morale and help all of them escape. ¡°Don¡¯t be panic. Open your eyes and watch the others¡¯ footprints. Make sure that you don¡¯t roll down the mountain!¡± White instructed on the man¡¯s back at the front as the latter ran toward the foot of the mountain. ¡­ After firing at the demons for a while, Good noticed something had gone wrong. One plane seemed to be missing. Although the demons were completely flattened, it was still not that easy to exterminate 30 to 40 demons all at once. Apart from the harsh weather, the power of the gunfire was also quite limited compared to their training. Good rose and made a count. He shuddered at his finding. The ¡°Unicorn¡± operated by Her Highness was missing! The Unicorn was completely the same as the Fire of Heaven, only that the former could only accommodate one person. It was normal that he missed the Unicorn in such a great blizzard, but Tilly was His Majesty¡¯s sister. If anything happened to her, nobody could be absolved of the responsibility by blaming the weather condition. Before Good could inform Finkin of the news, three more green flashes ignited the sky in the north. That was the signal indicating that there were more enemies! But were the demons not here? Good¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He immediately abandoned the severely injured demons and tore toward the green light. ¡°Hey, hang on, where are you going? We¡¯ll be prosecuted in the military tribunal if we desert our post!¡± Finkin said while still shooting fervently. ¡°Shut up,¡± Good said irritably. ¡°Haven¡¯t you noticed that Her Highness isn¡¯t here?¡± Finkin turned around and gasped. Apparently, he had also seen the three flickers that were now slowly descending. Fortunately, as the planes were relatively close to each other, it took Good only seven minutes or so to get where the signal was. He was a little relieved. The biplane firing downwards not far away was none other than the ¡°Unicorn¡±. Her Highness was attacking a group of demons hiding in the forest. There seemed to be more demons here than where the refugees were. Why were there two troops of demons? Why did the smaller group go after the refugees? Good was still lost in thought when Finkin at the rear shouted in excitement, ¡°There are more demons here! Let¡¯s follow Her Highness. I can¡¯t wait to pull the trigger!¡± The other two ¡°Fires of Heaven¡± also arrived. ¡°Whatever,¡± Good thought to himself, ¡± the Mad Demons can¡¯t fight back anyway.¡± Perhaps, the troop of demons they had met earlier had completely lost their fighting capacity. They could probably kill more of the enemies if they chose to fight here. Just at that moment, however, a pack of Devilbeasts flew over the forest and shot up in the air. They streaked toward the ¡°Unicorn¡± while howling. It was their first time seeing their ¡°imaginary enemies¡± in person, but Good instantly recognized them. All his blood froze. There were at least a dozen Devilbeasts. He was only 400 to 500 meters away from them. How could he win without abandoning the princess? He revolved rapidly a multitude of thoughts in his mind but denied his ideas. It was a split second that seemed to last forever. Before Good found the answer, Tilly reacted. The ¡°Unicorn¡± rose abruptly and jerked around before she flew toward the east. At the same time, a red flare was sent into the air and lit the sky. It was a signal of retreat. Good pressed hard on the gas and followed the ¡°Unicorn¡± to retreat to the east. The biplanes flew at a tremedous speed. The fleet immediately passed the Devilbeast that was almost close enough to spear at them, and soon the four planes shook the enemies off and disappeared in the snow. Chapter 1302 - Perspicacity Translator: Transn Editor: Transn Five days later¡­ ¡°Is that Your Highness?¡± ¡°Yes, this is a piece of news that just arrived at the headquarters. We¡¯re still in the process of confirming the number, but there are at least 600 people.¡± ¡°The garrison at the Gust Castle has taken them in. They¡¯ll travel to Neverwinter by land after they recover from the trip.¡± ¡°No, this is our obligation.¡± ¡°Thank you. Please take a good rest.¡± Edith hung up the phone after she delivered the report. As the most advanced communication tool, wind-up telephones had become indispensable to the General Staff. However, due to the limited data transmission, the service in the Cage Mountain area was only available to the encampment of the Aerial Knights outside Thorn Town. Edith saw an amazed Lance Kant, her third brother, as she turned around. ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Unlike the way she treated her second brother, Cole, Edith directly hired Lance to work for the General Staff in her official capacity after the latter passed the elementary education exam. As her third brother had an exuberant and audacious personality, she thought it would be better to keep an eye on him. Another reason was that Edith enjoyed seeing him deflated like a punctured balloon upon a failure. ¡°Ah¡­ nothing. I was just surprised that you¡¯d be so respectful to another person, sister,¡± Lance said as he walked up to Edith while holding a stack of documents. ¡°You¡¯ve never even been so polite to father.¡± ¡°I thought you¡¯d become a little smarter after you grew up,¡± Edith said indifferently. ¡°I don¡¯t need such formalities when talking to father because I know he doesn¡¯t care. But Tilly Wimbledon is His Majesty¡¯s sister. If she says something about me behind my back to her brother, what do you think will happen to the House of Kant?¡± ¡°But I feel that His Majesty¡­ doesn¡¯t care about that either¡­¡± ¡°Because he¡¯s a man, so sometimes, it works even better when you take the initative.¡± ¡°Er¡­ I don¡¯t quite understand¡­¡± ¡°To understand people is always the hardest part. It¡¯s perfectly normal that you don¡¯t follow,¡± Edith said while shrugging. ¡°Even if you¡¯re extremely talented, you can¡¯t gain the final victory if you don¡¯t understand people.¡± ¡°Could you teach me, sister?¡± Lance asked hopefully. ¡°Naturally,¡± Edith replied while casting the latter a glance with some interest. ¡°However, it¡¯d be more effective to learn on the go than just taking the lectures. Cole actually does pretty well in that. Do you want to give it a shot?¡± Lance felt a coldness prevail him as he thought of Cole¡¯s act of demeanor at home. He swallowed hard and said, ¡°Well¡­ I think I¡¯d hold off on that.¡± Edith replied casually, ¡°It¡¯s up to you.¡± Lance instantly switched the subject as if he had just been exonerated from a horrible crime. He said, ¡°By the way, did you call Her Highness to tell her that the refugees have arrived safely?¡± Edith confirmed with a nod, ¡°Her Highness asked the General Staff to take care of this matter, so I must report to her in a timely fashion.¡± The whole rescue operation exceeded everybody¡¯s expectations. Not only had the Aerial Knights reached the battlefield 200 kilometers away within less than two hours, but they had saved a great number of refugees and crushed the demons as well. That was right. This was not just an ordinary hunt. From the information they obtained, the refugees were probably a bait the demons used to lure the army. The troop coming after was the real deal. What if the First Army had really sent their force to support the refugees? Due to the harsh weather and the long distance, the army must ride light and swift. The demons, on the other hand, would have awaited an exhausted troop as a hunter awaited his prey. Once the two parties clashed, the rescue team would have found themselves not only being outnumbered but also surrounded by a group of Devilbeasts. Even if the army retreated immediately, they would have to travel nearly 100 kilometers in the snow. How many soldiers would survive this trip? Perhaps, not a single one. This was the demons¡¯ first tentative attack after the First Army reduced their force. Even if the First Army had turned a blind eye on the refugees or completely overlooked the demons to the north of the Gust Castle, there was nothing to lose for the demons. The demons had probably noticed that the Graycastle men were completely different than the soldiers in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter. Killing tons of local civilians would make no difference to the outcome of the Battle of Divine Will. However, they could weaken the human race if they managed to exterminate a rescue team. Nevertheless, the Aerial Knights had caught them totally offguard. The whole battle became somewhat similar to the one at the Northbound Slope a year ago. Both the demons and the First Army made judgements that they believed to be in the best interests of their own party, but the result was completely different. Even if Tilly had not discovered the troop hiding in the forest at the rear, the outcome of the battle would not have changed. The fleet all returned safely, and the refugees survived the hunt. It was indeed a major victory. ¡°The Aerial Knights are so amazing¡­¡± Lance sighed. ¡°They not only killed dozens of Mad Demons but also got themselves out of the battle while being besieged. Even the Blessed Army of the Union couldn¡¯t do that, right?¡± ¡°Yes, they¡¯re wonderful.¡± Edith sighed deeply and cocked her legs onto the desk while swivelling in the chair, looking a little dejected. A bit surprised, Lance said, ¡°You don¡¯t look very happy.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not unhappy, but I feel¡­ that the General Staff has become somewhat useless now.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Lance¡¯s eyes were wide open. ¡°The four planes could repel more than 200 demons. What if the First Army has 100 or 1,000 of ¡®Fires of Heaven¡¯?¡± Edith said with a faint smile. ¡°In that case, we simply need to send the Aerial Knights where in need. Military tactics and strategies would be simply unnecessary. Everybody can command the Aerial Knights. If that happens, what¡¯s the point in keeping the General Staff?¡± In fact, the first time Edith had seen this type of automatic flying machine, she had foreseen its great military potential. She had indeed discussed a lot with Roland regarding the application of the air force. She had even founded a research group within the General Staff to specifically study the Aerial Knights, in an attempt to maximize their power. However, when the Aerial Knights really revealed their strength in a real battle, Edith felt somehow regretful. The overpowering force that the Aerial Knights presented made military strategies less important. Before knights had been replaced, military tactics and formations used to be two major parts of a war. Now, they were much simplified. Since the Aerial Knights could see the entire battlefield clearly from above and possessed immense power, they could literally take over the whole battle. In other words, they would see every move of the enemies in the sky while the demons could see nothing. The demons were groping in the dark without the ability to fight back or develop any countermeasures. Furthermore, this was just the beginning. The ¡°Fire of Heaven¡± was just a very crude model, like the original flintlock that was later transformed into more powerful and advanced Mark I. ¡°Then¡­ we can go back to the City of Evernight,¡± Lance answered quietly. ¡°It¡¯s probably too late now,¡± Edith said smilingly. ¡°I¡¯ve offended so many people to come this far. Do you think those people will let us go?¡± Edith knew very well that if Roland became the ruler of this continent, nothing like this would happen. However, she had to think about the worst scenario because foul languages could always hurt people. ¡°I¡¯ll¡­ protect you,¡± Lance said while biting his lip. ¡°With what? With your current social status and official capacity? If you can¡¯t become a leader, you¡¯d better save these empty promises,¡± Edith snapped, a hint of callous pleasure in her tone. ¡°Otherwise, it¡¯d only be worse. For example, your enemy will probably humiliate me right in front you ¡ª ¡± Edith broke off. Soon they heard footsteps outside the door, and Ferlin Eltek entered. ¡°Your ladyship, you¡¯re here¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Any news?¡± ¡°I wish,¡± Morning Light said, looking troubled. ¡°I just checked the supply list for the Aerial Knights. Perhaps, we have to adjust the logistics.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°You probably don¡¯t know that they used thousands of bullets in the past few days, not including those consumed in the real battle,¡± Ferlin said agitatedly. ¡°There are only 20 or 30 of them, but they request more ammunition than 10 Gun Battalion units put altogether! Not to mention that we have to supply them fuels and spare parts of the planes. If the number of the students doubles or triples, what should the logistics department do? Your ladyship?¡± Lance suddenly found that the languid air his sister had presented just a a moment ago was gone. Edith rose to her feet and replied casually, ¡°You have to figure that out. You must make sure that the Aerial Knights have enough supplies.¡± She then turned to Lance and said, ¡°What are you doing here?¡± ¡°Yes?¡± Lance was still in a sort of daze. ¡°Come to the intelligence room with me. It isn¡¯t time to take a break yet,¡± Edith said while swinging her sheet of hair in a trenchant manner and walked out of the room. Chapter 1303 - Hints and Clues Translator: Transn Editor: Transn The intelligence room was the largest organization in the general headquarters of the First Army. This organization was responsible for screening and storing tons of information. Lotus and Fran created an underground chamber specifically for the General Staff, and 70% of the 200 General Staff members were working here. At the same time, it was also the most energy-consuming office. The room was not only illuminated with the Stones of Lighting, but the workers here were also offered free Chaos Drinks at night. Many other departments were envious of the intelligence agents. However, only the intelligence agents themselves understood the hardship they had been going through every day. After Edith proposed the intelligence collection plan, they started gathering information. Every week, they received two to three encypted letters from the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart, and now, they had collected nearly 100 so far. Although the General Staff¡¯s main duty was to analyze information, most of the time the letters were from the scouts, which were usually well-written, concise and easy to understand. However, the 100 messages they had recently received were all pieces of information written in broken sentences. It took them quite a while to first decipher the messages. As such, the screening process was as boring and time-consuming as playing a puzzle game. This was, nevertheless, not the worst part. The hardest part lay in handling the encrypted letters. The agents did not understand why there was an increasing number of messages all of a sudden, as it was quite hard to obtain information now when the demons had closed the border of the Red Mist area. Yet after Hill Fawkes became the main intelligence officer, his agents started to use various strange ways to get the messages out. For example, the letters could be hidden in animal skins or the interlayer of a shoulder pole. Sometimes, they could be inserted in the stomach of a pickled fish. Trading merchants in the occupied area became a fantastic channel to communicate information. A lot of times, those noble merchants unknowingly became the couriers. Because of this, the encrypted letters were sent in all kinds of manners. The agents, for instance, had to take out a silk ribbon from the stomach of a fish while enduring the terrible odour. Before reading the message, they had to clean up the letter first. Everybody would feel resentful when their work suddenly switched from writing reports leisurely while sipping the tea to transforming a variety of garbages into useful letters and information. Nevertheless, although full of complaint and disatisfaction, nobody slacked off, as both Edith and Iron Axe were keeping an eye on this department. Therefore, nobody would be foolish enough to delay the work under these two people¡¯s noses. Edith saw Ion Axe discuss something with Hill Fawkes as she entered the intelligence room. There were around dozens of pieces of paper on the desk in the center of the room. Apparently, the clerks had made a copy of the letters. She skimmed them through and found that most of them were from the Kingdom of Everwinter. A large part of them seemed to be useless information providing few clues, such as ¡°a new troop of demons garrisoned in the northern city today¡±, ¡°a noble suddenly passed away, and someone inherited his title¡±, and ¡± a giant stone monster is lurking around the border area¡±. Edith was not surprised that the intelligence collection plan could go so well in such a short time. The success was not only attributed to Hill¡¯s hard work but also the ¡°Black Money¡±. After she suggested Iron Axe making contact with the sender of the black card, the mysterious man agreed to work at the front. Although he only sent a messenger, he overtly expressed his wish to provide help to Graycastle. The ¡°Black Money¡± was started in the Kingdom of Dawn and also had certain influences on the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter, mainly on the underground market and the Rats. Rats could not collect very useful information due to various rumors and misinformation circulated in the neighborhood, but it was better than nothing. Edith also noticed a particular message that indicated that ¡°sailors were forced to work¡± in some cities. ¡°What do you think of it?¡± Iron Axe asked as he also noticed what Edith was staring at. ¡°If I remember it correctly, the third princess, Garcia, brought many ships when she attacked the Kingdom of Everwinter,¡± Edith said thoughtfully. ¡°If the church didn¡¯t destroy those ships, they¡¯re probably still in somewhere in the Kingdom of Everwinter.¡± ¡°It appears that you¡¯re quite concerned about this matter.¡± ¡°Compared to the others, this piece of news was obtained from various sources and is relatively reliable,¡± Edith said while extending out her hands. ¡°Ships are mainly used for transportation. The demons may use them to transport their army or they plan to launch an attack on the sea. However, I don¡¯t think they¡¯ll attack us from the ocean.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your reason?¡± Iron Axe questioned. ¡°The demons must have known the power of cannons after so many battles. They should have known that we¡¯ll use cannons to repel them if they sail to the Archduke Island and the Sedimentation Bay. They won¡¯t survive on a sailing ship,¡± Edith explained. ¡°If they choose to go around the port of the Kingdom of Wolfheart and get to the interior of the Kingdom of Dawn, they won¡¯t have enough Red Mist supplies. Therefore, I¡¯m inclined to the former possibility. To win the war, the demons must assemble their army at the front as fast as they could and attack us by land and water.¡± With these words, she looked toward Hill and asked, ¡°What do you think?¡± Hill bowed to Edith and answered, ¡°Your ladyship, I¡¯m not good at analyzing wars, so I don¡¯t know which way the enemies would go. The only thing I can do is to collect the information and send it to the General Staff.¡± ¡°This is a smart man,¡± thought Edith. He did not blindly follow her but made his own jugdements based on the information he had. He certainly knew what his strength and weakness were. No wonder the king asked him to organize the intelligence collection work. ¡°Even you can¡¯t find more clues out of it. It¡¯s probably a dead end,¡± Iron Axe said resignedly. ¡°So, we only know that the demons would assemble armies, but we don¡¯t know where they¡¯ll go or what their intention is. This is so frustrating.¡± ¡°The Kingdom of Wolfheart has been completely evacuated, which is why Hill can¡¯t put his man there. If you didn¡¯t evacuate the country, we would have probably found some clues as to the whereabouts of the demons,¡± Edith said half-jokingly. ¡°I must obey His Majesty¡¯s order,¡± Iron Axe defended while shaking his head. ¡°Plus, the First Army can¡¯t put their hope in some Rats.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll send you more useful information in the future, sir,¡± Hill Fawkes suddenly spoke. Iron Axe raised his brows and asked, ¡°Are you saying the information later on will be more in detail?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Hill replied. ¡°I¡¯ve been staying in the circus in the Kingdom of Dawn for so long, and the most important thing I¡¯ve learned is that as long as we plan it well, we¡¯ll naturally obtain more information.¡± ¡°Really? Could you tell me more about it?¡± Edith demanded with some interest. Chapter 1304 - Hints and Clues (II) Translator: Transn Editor: Transn ¡°In short, we just let those birds conduct the search themselves.¡± Hill Fawkes produced a pencil and sketched a tree diagram on a piece of paper. ¡°Since we pay for information instead of the person who collects them, the more information he gets, the more he earns. To obtain more information, he¡¯ll find a way to hire more people to do the work for him. In His Majesty¡¯s words, it¡¯s called a top-down approach.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Edith commented, who immediately grasped the nature of this management style. ¡°To expand the lower-level organization, we, as the stem of the tree, must give them some incentives to make sure that they keep working for us.¡± Hill nodded and said, ¡°Exactly. Scouts and detectives are all at the very end of the chain. They won¡¯t change much over time. Therefore, the information would become more reliable as time progresses, although their search area can be fairly limited.¡± ¡°But they¡¯re essentially Rats¡­¡± Iron Axe said, frowning. ¡°No, sir. This is the interesting part. The stem and the branch don¡¯t have to be managers and subordinates neccessarily. Soldiers have to listen to officers, but Rats don¡¯t necessarily need to obey Rats.¡± ¡°As long as we promise that they¡¯ll benefit from their work, Rats can also make nobles work for them,¡± Edith supplied slowly. Hill looked at Edith approvingly and said, ¡°Yes, these incentives don¡¯t have to be gold royals. Everyone has their own need. We simply need to know what they desire, and it doesn¡¯t have anything to do with social classes. This means that secondary agents can be people of different socio-economic status. The reason that the information we¡¯ve collected so far is not that comprehensible is that the Rats are still digging the surface. Once nobles start to join us, we¡¯ll have more valuable news.¡± Iron Axe pondered for a moment and said, ¡°Even if that¡¯s true, it¡¯ll probably take a long time for nobles to work for us.¡± ¡°That might be the case in peacetime,¡± Hill returned. ¡°However, the Kingdom of Everwinter is now undergoing dramatic changes. I believe that this process will be largely shortened. In fact, some messages have already provided us with a hint.¡± ¡°Like?¡± Iron Axe questionsed while stroking his chin. Hill explained smilingly, ¡°According to our statistical report, we¡¯ve been receiving fewer reports about the nobles. Most of them, if any, are negative news, such as debaunchery, public brawling, etc. Rulers shouldn¡¯t be like that in wartime, which reflects that the rulers of the Kingdom of Everwinter have abandoned their duties to protect their people. They¡¯re having a lot of pressure, so they need to let these negative emotions out in some way. I believe that such things started after the evacuation unit of the First Army defeated the alliance army formed by the nobles.¡± Hill took a pause and resumed, ¡°Although at that time, I was in the City of Glow in the Kingdom of Dawn, I can imagine what a huge blow it was to the nobles. When people begin to feel insecure, they would put their hope in anyone that could help them, even if this person is someone that they despise the most. Sir, please rest assured. You won¡¯t wait for too long.¡± ******************* In the Snow Reflection Castle in the Kingdom of Everwinter. ¡°Sorry for the long wait. His lordship isn¡¯t feeling well today, so he can¡¯t come out to greet you. I would advise that you call on us on another day,¡± the butler suggested as he swept a bow. ¡°Once his lordship feels better, he¡¯ll let you know.¡± The hall was instantly stirred. ¡°We¡¯ve been waiting for weeks! Even if he¡¯s infected with some serious disease, at least he can come out and say a word.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t believe a single word he says. We fought for him, and where¡¯s our lands?¡± That¡¯s right. Even if he¡¯s not well enough to meet us, he should at least hand us the deeds!¡± ¡°This bulter is lying. I saw Viscount Narnos come out of the castle four hours later after he got in.¡± ¡°Not only the viscount but also many dancers from the tavern. Is the duke now seeking women instead of scholars to cure his disease?¡± ¡°Please, mind your language,¡± the butler said coolly after clearing his throat. ¡°You¡¯ve been without a land for too long, so you¡¯ve probably forgotten that you¡¯re still the subordinates of the Duke of the Northern Region. The duke is your master. You should know better than me what a crime it is to slander a lord! I don¡¯t think you would like to sit in a cell instead of your hotel room in this weather.¡± At these words, the guards at the door came forward, their armors clanking on their sides. The hall immediately fell quiet. The nobles knew it would not do any good if they engaged in a verbal altercation here. The butler lowered his voice and continued, ¡°I know you¡¯re anxious, but the most important thing now is to defeat the Graycastle soldiers. By the way, his lordship will hold a banquet tonight in the castle parlor to receive you. Although he can¡¯t come, he wishes you a lovely evening.¡± Because of the perspective banquet, the crowd finally withdrew from the hall while muttering under their breath, looking a little more satisfied. They immediately began to talk about the delicious food and beautiful women they would encounter in the evening. Only Fueler still felt unhappy when he returned to his hotel. After dealing with Marwayne for a while, he became morbidly disappointed with the duke. The defeat at Frost Town was mainly because of the fact that the Graycastle soldiers were more proficient in using the weapons and had higher morale. The nobles could have learned the lesson and fought again. However, what had the duke done? He was not only the first person that had fled the battleground but he also locked himself in the Snow Reflection Castle, having completely forgotten about his ambition prior to the battle. Apart from that, he failed to fulfill his promise to grant the nobles lands and treated them equally. Viscount Narnos had now the access to the castle, but the knights relying on the great nobles were shut out. Yet before the battle, the duke had sought Fueler¡¯s counsels a lot. A competent lord should never broke his promise, but Marwayne broke this rule simply because he wanted to hold onto his tiny territory. Fueler worked for Marwayne, in a hope of reviving his family. Now, all his squires and guards had been killed in action. He literally had nothing at the moment. Could a knight with neither squires nor land be really considered as a noble? The others could still afford to wait, but what about him? Who would acknowledge his family half a year or one year later? If the demons did defeat Roland Wimbledon, Marwayne would rise to power and easily help him revive his family. The problem was that, a dishonest man as he was, would the duke really help a person with practically nothing? Should he put his faith completely in such a careless duke or find himself a way out? Fueler paced up and down in his bedroom and finally came to a stop. He walked up to his desk and took out a folded envelope at the bottom of the drawer. After a moment of hesitation, Fueler tore it open. There was a velvety black card in it. Chapter 1305 - Lurking Translator: Transn Editor: Transn This is an easy job. You won¡¯t need to take any huge risks. All you have to do is place the message in the allocated location and no one will know that you did it. The voice of the silver-masked man who called himself the leader of Black Money sounded from beside his ear once more. Utterly ridiculous! Why earth would I help Graycastle? They even eradicated the nobles, what will I gain even if I win? Images of the conflict seemed to occur before his eyes once more. I had thought Black Money were intelligent merchants, to think that you would utter such foolish words! Aren¡¯t you afraid that I¡¯ll just tie you up right now and hand you over to Lord Marwayne in exchange for a generous award instead? If you really wanted to do that, then this conversation would have never taken place in the first place. The man¡¯s tone did not change, as if he didn¡¯t care for his own safety at all. The fact alone that I¡¯m still sitting here is enough to prove your intentions, and it¡¯s because that you are clever, that we¡¯re willing to give you this opportunity. Fueler replied in response, Unfortunately you have misjudged me. My loyalty to the Duke is unshakable. Now scram before I change my mind! Of course, I¡¯ll take my leave now. But my lord, this is how ¡°opportunities¡± are. By no means does Black Money want to force you into this, it is your freedom to decide how you act. The silver-masked man stood up, gave a deep bow and then lightly placed a black card onto the tea table. I want to say something before I go: Graycastle will never forget anyone who serves them. Now¡­I hope to see you again. Fueler inhaled deeply, interrupting his chaotic thoughts. The room became quiet. Will Graycastle never forget anyone who serves¡­ them? How ironic. He served Duke Marwayne for the sole purpose of reviving his family¡¯s prosperity. Roland Wimbledon, the enemy of all nobility was originally the most unforgivable person, yet now, Fueler was finding himself to be uncertain. Although those bastards from Black Money were scum, they were utterly right. If he was really going to serve the Duke of the Northern Region to the very end then he would have ripped the card into threads ages ago, rather than carefully hiding it beneath the drawer. After a long period of silence, Feuler arched his head backwards, sighed, then sat down in front of his desk. He pulled out a white sheet of paper and a goose-feather quill. Was there anymore he could lose? The notion of taking back his territory was becoming more and more distant. It seemed like he didn¡¯t really have a reason to grit his teeth and keep persevering. Who cares. He wouldn¡¯t be affected negatively in any way as long as he followed Black Money¡¯s instructions. It would simply be akin to placing a bet on both sides. If the demons win, the current situation couldn¡¯t possibly get any worse. If the people from Graycastle are triumphant, there may be a way for him to acquire compensation through other ways. Finishing his thoughts, Fueler put down his quill. ¡­ At dusk, Fueler put on his trench coat and felt cap and walked into the ¡°Horn Alley¡± of the inner city. Horn Alley was territory belonging to the Northern Chamber of Commerce. All of the passers-by were merchants. By sunset, there were very few people out and about. Fueler found the location that the silver-masked man had described in a place on a gentle slope. In between two brick houses sprouted a large, silver fir tree. In fact, the delivery method that the masked man spoke of was also one of the reasons that prompted Fueler to make his decision. With no physical contact with the recipient, the risks were largely diminished. With this, at least he wouldn¡¯t have to worry about Black Money blackmailing him with the message, or someone seeing him interacting strangely with an unknown person. Fueler wandered around the vicinity for a while and upon affirming that there were no suspicious people near him, quickly strode towards the back of the silver fir tree and felt at the hole in the middle of the trunk¡ªsure enough, there was a secret compartment hidden inside. The door of the compartment was made completely out of an ordinary wood, if he hadn¡¯t touched it with his own hands, he wouldn¡¯t have noticed it. He stuffed the letter containing the message inside the compartment and pushed the wooden plank back in place. Now he had completed the task of placing the message. He had intentionally written the message in script so that even if a third party discovered it, it would be impossible for them to connect the handwriting to him. Of course, his mission was not entirely complete yet. Next, Fueler returned to his residence and placed a flower pot on the window sill of his bedroom. For a person living in the high-end section of the Inner city, such decorative items were easily accessible. Nobody would care about an inconspicuous pot plant. However, to those that were observing him in the dark, this was a sign that the message had been delivered. From the beginning to the end, he didn¡¯t need to meet anyone in person. In regards to who would take the message, or how it would get into Graycastle¡¯s hands, these things no longer had anything to do with him. In the moment he set down the flower pot Fueler almost seemed to experience a liberating feeling. To think they¡¯d be so meticulous in even the simple act of gathering intel, the gap between the two kings is truly redoubtable¡­ Fueler thought as he stood before his window, gazing into the distance at the castle district, ablaze with lights under the red haze. When he thought about how the ¡°losers¡± of the battle were still cheerfully enjoying the evening party, any hope he had in Marwayne died. There was only one more question remaining. Could Graycastle really defeat the demons? ******************* The messenger pushed a thick stack of paper onto the damp and dilapidated wooden table. ¡°Is this today¡¯s portion?¡± Smarty lit a candle, ¡°Thank you.¡± The messenger gave no reaction. Smarty sighed and repeated himself with hand signals. Only then did the messenger nod. Indeed, this messenger was a silent warrior trained by his master. He was deaf and mute and could only be commanded or interrogated through simple hand gestures. Unfortunately, there wasn¡¯t a hand gesture to express gratitude. ¡°Keep watch outside, don¡¯t let anyone inside.¡± After he got silent warrior to leave, Smarty began carefully reading through the messages page by page. This place was the allocated property where Black Money organized their underground chamber of commerce. Typically only the invited could enter so in theory the possibility of outsiders breaking in was small. Nevertheless, Smarty chose to go through the intel in the basement, in the case that if something did occur, he would have more time to destroy the evidence. Although Smarty did not know why his master was so serious about Graycastle¡¯s battle, this was not an issue he could intervene in. Since his master had commanded to support Graycastle with all his power, the only thing he could do was obey to the best of his ability. Currently, his most important mission was to organize the intel and deliver it into Graycastle¡¯s hands silently and without a trace. Although the people from Graycastle demanded that not a single piece of intel could be missed, opportunities to secretly sending things outside the city were scarce, thus there was an issue of prioritization to consider. Considering that the trading caravans qualified to pass came through once a week, he had to turn the most reliable intel into a confidential letter and mingle it amongst the trading goods going towards Wolfheart within a week. As for the rest of the intel, he could only search for another way. Most of the time, intel came from a Rat¡¯s words, causing them to be extremely disorganized. Usually he would have to waste huge amounts of time to filter it. However this time, Smarty noticed a letter amongst the intel that stood out from the rest. The characters on it were neat and organized. They definitely were not words that were carelessly copied down in a bar or on the streets. The words were also written with high-grade ink and there was not a single wrinkle on the paper. Clearly, the letter was written in an environment far superior to ones that Rats are usually found in. Subconsciously holding his breath, he read the letter carefully from start to finish. Indeed, the contents of the letter were far different from the rest. It was the first to mention the core of the Army of Demons: Sky Lord Hect Zod. Chapter 1306 - The Bloodstained Message Translator: Henyee Editor: Henyee After flipping through the letter, a chill ran down Smarty¡¯s back. A demon lord that could open the gate to Hell, letting troops come and go as they like? Unquestionably, this intel was of utmost importance¡ªIn truth, he had been perplexed by the oddly unscathed fall of Snow Reflection Castle. The only thing that could be said from it was that the demons invaded from the north side. All the other explanations varied and contradicted each other. Evidently, all the citizens who witnessed the arrival of demons with their own eyes had died during the invasion. At last he had conclusive affirmation to his questions. But what shocked him even more was that the demon lord spoken of was familiar with human laws. Not only was the demon lord able to engage proficiently with the nobility, but in a short span of time, he was also able to become the real ruler behind the scenes of the Kingdom of Everwinter. Currently, the enlistment of citizens in the domains of the kingdom was all his doing. The handsome benefits promised by the demon lord were also far greater than what the people of Graycastle were capable of. Additionally, the letter¡¯s illustration of the patterns in the drafting of citizens was extremely valuable. Although it wasn¡¯t the same as information on the power distribution of demons, one could at least infer from it approximately where resources were allocated. What was certain was that this letter was definitely not written by the likes of a Rat or merchant. The writer¡¯s perspective betrayed that he was undoubtedly a member of Everwinter¡¯s upper class. The contents of the entire letter were organized, logical, clear and concise. There was no need for transcription¡ªit would be difficult to make it anymore concise than it already was. All Smarty had to do was send it out in one piece and it would already be a critical piece of intel. In terms of priority, it was without a doubt the highest. The problem now was that the merchant group used to deliver intel left Snow Reflection Castle yesterday. In order not catch anyone¡¯s attention, Black Money only planted one of their members inside the merchant group, and that member was merely a cart driver, making it virtually impossible for him to make the entire group pull back in the direction they came. The next merchant group would only be able to leave the following week. If we were to add on the time spent stopping and moving along the way, the delivery time would be drawn out even longer. After hesitating for a long time, Smarty finally jumped up, gathered the rest of the paper on his table, and put them away in his drawer, leaving only the letter on the table. Next he had to seal it with waterproof wax. After he finished, he blew out the candle, slotted the letter somewhere close to his body and returned to the first floor. Using hand gestures, he told the silent warrior, ¡°I¡¯m going to personally leave the city for a while. If something unprecedented happens here, light the fuel oil downstairs.¡± Just when Smarty was about to turn and go out the door, the silent warrior caught Smarty¡¯s arm and very slightly shook his head. Then, the silent warrior pointed to himself. Stay, and leave the dangerous things to me¡­? Smarty chuckled lightly. ¡°I¡¯ll only be sending a letter. I¡¯ll be back in two or three days at most. You can¡¯t speak, nor do you know where the exchange point is, so you can¡¯t help me with this mission.¡± However there were no hand gesture to express such complicated words so he only made one hand gesture: ¡°This is a command.¡± The hand gripping him released. Smarty patted the silent warrior¡¯s chest and left the room without looking back. Since his master told him to support Graycastle with everything at his disposal, the most important thing he had to do now was deliver this letter as soon as possible. After all, in the words of the Graycastle folk: intel is dependent on timeliness; the longer that intel is held back, the more changes that occur and the less reliable it is. For such occasions, they had even set up an emergency contact point a bit over five kilometers away from the border of the city. At the contact point, they prepared an incredible animal courier. Smarty had heard that it could deliver messages to the Kingdom of Dawn within a few days. That village would be the destination of his journey. Leaving Snow Reflection Castle without permission indeed had its risks, but in general they were all within his control. In reality, people were escaping the Northern Region via all sorts of different methods everyday. There were even people leaving Everwinter¡ªthe red haze and blood-red moon above people¡¯s heads didn¡¯t actually affect their lives in any way, it was just that Graycastle¡¯s propaganda and the rumors about the demons had already cemented themselves in them; no matter how much the feudal lord tried to stop it, he was unable to completely dissipate the fear the people had of these terrifying barbarian races. Undoubtedly, these daily escapists were Smarty¡¯s best camouflage. Smarty knew that as long as he moved alone, the probability of him getting caught by flying demons was low. The guards on the streets were even easier to deal with as in the end, gold royals were the ticket to all passages in the human world. Reality was not much different to Smarty¡¯s predictions. As dawn broke the following morning, Smarty safely passed through the southern gate of Snow Reflection Castle. In order to enjoy the gold royals all to himself, the guard even made sure not to alert anyone else, quietly opening a small door for Smarty on the inner side of the city wall. Once he crossed the icy abyss, the rest of the journey would be free of obstruction. Everytime Smarty caught sight of a black shadow in the sky, he would quickly tuck himself under the snow. His white coat was a natural camouflage and for those flying in the sky, his footsteps did not really look much different to the ones left by wild beasts. When it was afternoon, Smarty could already vaguely glimpse smoke curling upwards from the kitchen chimneys of the village. Wiping the white frost from his nose, he couldn¡¯t help but quicken his pace. Just like the system inside the city, Smarty didn¡¯t need to directly meet with anyone from Graycastle. All he had to do was place the intel in the agreed spot and leave a secret signal. Yet at this moment, Smarty heard the clip-clopping of horse hooves coming from behind him. Smarty jumped and twisted around. His heart dropped slightly. What the hell, why are there Snow Reflection Castle soldiers here? Graycastle had chosen this village specifically because it was remote. It would be difficult to notice even if one or two outsiders snuck in. Usually if the nobles wanted to intercept runaways they would choose to do it near the main road since they unlikely had any reason to be here. The distance between Smarty and the soldiers quickly shortened. Clearly they had seen his figure, so there was really no point in hiding anymore. Smarty decidedly stopped walking and turned towards the oncomers with an ingratiating smile plastered across his face. There were two riders in total, this probably wouldn¡¯t be too difficult as long as he gave enough gold royals. One soldier reined in his horse in front of him and looked down at him condescendingly. ¡°Older brother,¡± he said, ¡°I just knew that these fugitives would choose a remote path for their escape. We found one just like I said.¡± ¡°Ah, lucky us.¡± As he thought¡­ Were they one of the patrol parties sent to catch escapists? ¡°M-My lord, I beg of you, spare my life!¡± Pretending to be scared out of his wits, Smarty fell to his knees into the snow and held up his money bag in both hands, revealing a sparkle of the gold royals inside. ¡± I couldn¡¯t stand staying in the same place as those demons from hell, they¡¯re monsters who¡¯d eat you without a blink of an eye! I can give you all of my savings, just please let me go!¡± ¡°Oh? You¡¯ve saved up quite a bit there.¡± The rider took the money bag with a hint of pleasure in his tone. ¡°It¡¯s all yours now¡­ O-oh yeah, I have some relatives in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, as long as you don¡¯t take me back, I¡¯ll definitely find a chance to repay you in the future!¡± ¡°You can stand up now.¡± Smarty silently released a breath. Usually, once he reached this point he had basically made it through. Refugees who had saved up gold royals were definitely a small minority; what¡¯s more he had ¡°relatives in a neighboring country,¡± so coming across someone like him was unbelievably unlikely. If killing people didn¡¯t give them any advantages, the soldiers wouldn¡¯t want to cause any more unnecessary trouble. After all, letting one or two refugees off didn¡¯t incur them any losses, so there was no point in destroying the possibility of being repaid in the future. But the rider didn¡¯t wave his hand for him to scram. Instead, he raised his vizor and said, ¡°Look at me carefully.¡± A glaring scar was scrawled over the rider¡¯s cheek, as if his face had been gnawed on by some ferocious beast. His entire ear was gone and even half of his eye was deformed and twisted. The flapping of his skin showed that this injury had only recently healed. ¡°My lord, this is¡­¡± ¡°This was caused by Graycastle¡¯s firearms,¡± the knight said slowly, ¡°I thought I was a goner then, but I managed to survive. Until now, I can still feel the heat piercing my face. It reminds me constantly, who it was that caused all of this¡ª¡± At the end of his speech, the rider¡¯s tone turned completely cold. An intense feeling of alarm arose inside Smarty. But before he had the chance to create a distance between them, the other person who was referred to as the younger brother raised his hand and struck Smarty¡¯s face hard with his horse whip. The scene in front of him turned black. Smarty collapsed with his hands to his face. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s you! If it weren¡¯t for you damned runaways, why would I be fighting Graycastle with my life? What ¡®Battle of Divine Will¡¯, what ¡®fate of mankind¡¯, that¡¯s all bullsh**!¡± At this point, the knights voice had already escalated into a roar. ¡°Be at ease, I won¡¯t take you back and I won¡¯t kill you here and now¡ªthe only thing I want to do is let you fugitives taste my pain!¡± Afterwards he raised his reins and ushered his horse towards Smarty¡¯s legs. ¡°Crack¡ª¡± A wave of indescribable, excruciating pain immediately shot through him as Smarty subconsciously let out a strangulated yell. Then came his second leg. Until the snow was spotted with blood and his legs had become a clump of vaguely connected muddy flesh did the rider stop the horse¡¯s trampling. ¡°Relax, you are not the first and you will not be the last,¡± the knight laughed sinisterly. ¡°Now¡­ you can run away as much as you want.¡± Smarty didn¡¯t pay attention to when the two riders left. Only after biting and breaking open his lip, could he force his wandering attention together. The lower half of his body had already turned completely numb and the snow was sapping his body heat away from him bit by bit. He felt at the clothes on his chest¡ªthe letter was still in its original place. In those two riders¡¯ eyes, he was probably no different to a corpse now. Surprisingly, he bore no hatred towards the two, nor did he feel any intense dissatisfaction at being so easily trampled over. Under the ruthless torture of both the piercing pain and cold, thinking had already become an unbelievably difficult task. The only thought lingering in him was of the message close to his chest. With the last of his energy, Smarty began shifting his body towards the agreed location. By the time he wriggled to a place on top of a hill that overlooked the village, the curtain of night was slowly draping over the horizon. The occasional coruscating lights inside the village seemed to be right next to him; yet at the same time, as far from him as the stars of the night sky. He had not put the letter into the hiding spot, because he himself was the final vessel of the letter. In the moment when the darkness was about to swallow all living things, his master, Banach Lothar¡¯s kind face emerged before Smarty¡¯s eyes. Smarty closed his eyes and lightly murmured, ¡°Father¡­¡± Chapter 1307 - Flaw Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Three days later, after the letter had been transferred several times, it finally landed in the hands of the command headquarters at Cage Mountain. After Hill Fawkes opened the letter and scanned it, it was once more classified as ¡°highest-priority intel¡± and immediately transferred into Edith¡¯s hands. After skimming over the letter, the Pearl of the Northern Region furrowed her brow. ¡°How many people are on Archduke Island right now?¡± she demanded loudly. The advisors immediately exchanged looks. Morning Light was the first to reply. ¡°My Lady, there are over three hundred people stationed on the island from the First Army, around twenty-five hundred from the construction team, and about the same amount of island civilians. If you¡¯d like the finer details on staff composition, I can get the data¡ª¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need,¡± Edith interrupted. ¡°Invite Iron Axe and the other military officers inside. We need to adjust our plan immediately! Quick!¡± ¡°Adjust¡­?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter if they¡¯re soldiers, construction workers, or people from Graycastle, Kingdom of Dawn or Kingdom of Wolfheart, everybody needs to evacuate Archduke Island immediately!¡± she declared gravely. ¡°That place is already a dead island.¡± A clatter of shock followed; however, even in their surprise, their long training in their professions prompted them to immediately follow through with the command. In the midst of the clamor inside the office, Edith¡¯s gaze fell onto the piece of paper in her palm. It had come along with the letter. After several breaths, she clenched her fist and lightly released a sigh. The high-ranking officers of the First Army very quickly gathered together and took turns in reading the letter sent from the Snow Reflection Castle in Everwinter. ¡°Sky Lord Hackzord¡­¡± like the others, Brian¡¯s face was pale and unsettled. ¡°If the contents of the letter are completely accurate, this damned ability is way too overpowered. A range of several kilometers, one that can be used repeatedly¡­ If that¡¯s the case, it would not not even take a few days before the entire Everwinter will be obliterated, even the most stubborn city wouldn¡¯t stand a chance.¡± Lightning and Maggie had come across a high-ranking demon near the rapture before. Its untraceable power was enough for it to be classified as an opponent to be highly wary of. Now, they knew that this demon was most likely the Sky Lord Ursrook talked about, and what they witnessed was far from its real power¡ªnot only could he pass through the portal himself, he could even maneuver entire troops through it. Such formidable power was terrifying on a strategic level. The full weight of the title, ¡°grand demon lord¡±, settled on everyone¡¯s shoulders. Evacuating Archduke Island was now a crucial task nobody was doubting. After all, getting on the island was easier than leaving it. If the strait, a natural barrier, was unable to obstruct the movements of the enemy, it would become a cage trapping them all. Moreover, they had to utilize every single minute! According to the citizen drafting patterns described in the letter and the clues derived by the general staff, the demons had probably gathered an army of a considerable scale on the frontline. A massive attack could be launched at any time. Iron Axe commanded, ¡°Stop all construction and fortification on Archduke Island. Start moving everyone on the island immediately! This is not limited to the rented ships, I want to see everything that can float participating in this evacuation!¡± ¡°Yessir,¡± the troops responded in unison. After everyone left with their orders, Agatha said worriedly, ¡°Why didn¡¯t such a powerful demon shown up in the second Battle of Divine Will?¡± ¡°I believe it¡¯s due to one of three reasons.¡± Edith¡¯s voice was still calm as usual. ¡°One, Hackzord had yet to evolve into a grand demon lord and didn¡¯t possess his current abilities back then. Two, they believed humans were insignificant and regarded the Sky-sea Realm as their top priority. As for the third reason¡­¡± she said as she paused intentionally, ¡°perhaps the higher-ranking demons believed that Hackzord was not suitable to battle humans.¡± Iron Axe seemed to be able to read her mind. ¡°You think it¡¯s the third reason?¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region shrugged. ¡°Although the first reason is valid in theory, it¡¯s really just avoiding the issue. The second one¡¯s does not have a solid reason¡ªalthough the demons have always been battling with the Sky-sea Realm, considering their strong attention towards the relic of the gods, they definitely wouldn¡¯t have let the relic escape their hands if they could have easily defeated the Union. Underestimating the enemy is undoubtedly the most foolish thing you can do in a battle that determines the fate of your race. In other words, I¡¯m guessing that they have already used their power to their maximum potential.¡± At this, the Ice Witch¡¯s dulled-gray eyes finally seemed to brighten up a bit. ¡°But¡­ the Union hadn¡¯t learned of how to make firearms at that time. If even the city walls are no longer effective, I¡¯m afraid that the Union will be defeated even faster this time. They might not even have the time to move the relic of the gods.¡± ¡°Thus, this is something worth thinking deeply about.¡± Edith lightly tapped the table surface, not directly answering the Ice Witch¡¯s worries. ¡°There are some descriptions in this letter that interest me¡ªaccording to the few interactions that the writer has had with the Sky Lord, not only does Hackzord never used his power to directly enter the feudal lord¡¯s castle, he barely ever meets with multiple nobles at the same time. Most of his commands are conveyed through Sigils, as if he is wary against them. Such behavior is clearly disadvantageous for him if he wants to win their loyalty; this is evident from the contents of the letter. But the question is, what threat could those nobles possibly pose to him?¡± The Ice Witch looked dazed. ¡°Could you be thinking of¡­ God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation?¡± ¡°No matter how I look at it, it¡¯s the only possible reason.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region nodded in reply. ¡°Since Extraordinaries can be ashes or books, why must a grand lord be a Magic Slayer?¡± ¡°That¡­¡± Agatha failed to react immediately. The biggest difference between a high-ranking demon and a Mad Demon was the amount of power they had. Indeed there was no concrete evidence that a demon would then have the power of a Magic Slayer upon advancement. What¡¯s more, this would answer all the questions she had previously¡ªthe reason why the Sky Lord didn¡¯t appear on the frontline of the Fertile plains was because he simply wasn¡¯t good at direct battle! It didn¡¯t matter whether he was invading the the Holy City built via the God¡¯s Stone mines, or battling the Extraordinaries wearing God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, or suffering the blow of Divine Will, which was even stronger than the Extraodinaries¡¯ power¡ªall of this was a great threat to any demon that was not a Magic Slayer. The Sky Lord¡¯s power was vital for the demons, so he didn¡¯t show up in the previous two battles! ¡°But this time he is participating personally¡­¡± Iron Axe said in a low voice. ¡°Perhaps some change left him with no other choice.¡± Edith walked towards the window and gazed out towards the mainland in the north. ¡°For example, the first main attacker could have been Ursrook or some other grand demon lord, but under some circumstances, Hackzord was forced to emerge from behind the scenes. If this is really the case, it¡¯s definitely good news for us¡ªno matter what, facing one grand demon lord definitely beats facing several grand lords at once.¡± ¡°Have you already figured out how to deal with Hackzord?¡± ¡°His ability to maneuver armies at his will is unique in terms of strategy, but using it to attack is not actually a great choice,¡± Edith said slowly. ¡°As long as we don¡¯t suffer too many losses on Archduke Island, the outcome is still up in the air. Thus, the most important thing for us to do right now is evacuate as many people and firearms from the island as possible, especially the cannons. ¡± Iron Axe released a long sigh of relief. ¡°From what you¡¯ve said, this piece of intel is really valuable. I wonder who the writer and sender is? If the information is reliable, we really owe it to him.¡± After a long silence, Edith handed the crumpled piece of paper over to Iron Axe. There were only a few simple sentences written on it. It was written by Hill¡¯s subordinate before he sent it to them. I do not know his name. When I discovered him, his body was already frozen in a way no different from ice. At his chest, I found this letter. Only this item still held a trace of warmth. Chapter 1308 - The Great Evacuation of Archduke Island Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Via the flying animal courier, the evacuation command rapidly spread outwards from Cage Mountain. The instructions were carried out to the maximum capability wherever there were Graycastle forces. There was no prevarication or fooling around. Over half a year under Roland Wimbledon was enough to make the nobles who chose to serve him clear about the way he did things. Honestly, they were shocked by the unexpected ¡°power¡± they were exhibiting themselves¡ªgoing all out in the current situation, they were achieving demands they used to think impossible. When they encountered a complex problem, they thought about it and then solved it. Although they were still the same group of people, they produced vastly distinct results under a different governing system. Baron Jean Bate was one of these people. Jean Bate felt conflicted as he watched the busy scene inside his mansion. Originally, he regarded his family as an insignificant family lacking in both ability and ambition. It was only because he posed no threat to them that the King of Wolfheart, Tusk and Redstone allowed him to perpetually manage Sedimentation Bay, thus maintaining the fine balance between the noble families. Now, his scholars and subordinates were responsible for planning the movements of tens of thousands of people and thousands of ships. Even though a large number of those were fishing ships, they were under his jurisdiction nevertheless as even the smallest of ships needed to be docked before they could be unloaded. Tens of thousands of people was equivalent to the total population of a large inner city in the continent and the number of ships he now controlled was more than all the merchant ships docked on the shores of Wolfheart added together. Ordinarily, the baron would never believe that his family could manage a project of such immense scale. If someone had suggested it prior, he would have thought that they were either joking or didn¡¯t understand the complexities of management at all. Now, Jean Bate realized that not only had he underestimated his own abilities, he had underestimated his clan¡¯s. As long as they were given a hard push, and led via appropriate methods and regulations, astonishing potential could be squeezed forth from the people. In the beginning, he mostly served Graycastle because he had no other choice; after all, the fate of his family and assets had been completely in Graycastle¡¯s hands; disobedience was not an option. Gradually, however, he found himself taking a liking to this feeling. Thousands of people moved just from a single command of his, accomplishing their given task with high precision and efficiency. Perhaps this was the true essence behind power. Even though he had many more superiors above him compared to the past, the power he held in his hands was now far more physical and tangible, and he was certain from the energetic expressions on their faces as they rushed about that his subordinates shared his sentiments. Leading one hundred intelligent people surpasses leading ten thousand idiots by far.This was probably the most memorable lesson the baron got out of this. This governing regime, which was polar opposite to the ¡°aristocrat way¡±, could turn not-so-bright people into clever ones. Then what would be the potential of people who were naturally geniuses? Jean Bate no longer held any doubts that Roland Wimbledon would become Emperor over the four countries. ¡ªThat is, as long as humans could survive the Battle of Divine Will. ¡­ Reminiscent to the higher-class managers, the situation among the civilians was also hectic. What Graycastle had demonstrated in the past¡ªthat they were true to their words and always repaid their debts¡ªcaused their evacuation announcement to be held in high esteem. Upon hearing that the First Army was handing out a munificent reward to all who helped transport soldiers and weapons, everyone who had the ability actively participated in order to get a share of the spoils. People who relied on the sea to make a living were the first to respond. The sailors had been searching all over the place to borrow carriages in hopes of transporting goods on the mainland to earn a living. Now, they were all returning to their main professions. Following them were the fishermen. The value of the reward given by the First Army was calculated by the number of people and weight of cargo transported. Because the strait separating Archduke Island and the mainland was not wide, people were bringing out their sloops and even their heirloom dinghies. If they didn¡¯t have sails, they used paddles. Just one round trip across the strait earned them several gold royals. Anyone could do the math. Thus, in order to hold a larger number of people and supplies in one go, civilians even created multi-bodied dinghies and dinghies connected to each other in a train-like formation. To them, it was still worth it even if their creations broke apart after one or two voyages. The First Army only made one requirement: ¡°Boats are forbidden to contain any sort of shade that would block falling snow¡±. Aside from that, all other floating apparatuses were accepted without a question. Within a short period of time, the sea was covered in boats of all sizes coming and going from the shore. From afar, they looked like the migration of ants to different nests. Of course, the Witch Alliance was not idle either. ¡°Seagull¡± was the most effective transporter out of all the transporting apparatuses. Within a day, it made almost fifty round trips between the two shores. Lightning and Maggie accompanied the Aerial Knights in patrolling the western side of Archduke Island, fighting away the occasional beasts that were scattered around the area. Molly and Hummingbird, coined the ¡°ultimate pair¡±, made the originally extremely time-consuming labor of unloading a breeze. It could be said that without their help, it would have been impossible to undertake such a large-scale moving operation, especially when the handling capacities of a few harbor city wharfs were considered. People, weapons, construction equipment¡­ What had taken several weeks to transport onto Archduke Island were all transported back within a couple of days. Most people had expected such a hasty evacuation to end up in a catastrophe. It would have been unsurprising if over half of the paraphernalia went missing; in fact, managing to transport all the people back alone would have been a great feat. But reality proved that pretty much all of the objects came back in the same way they were delivered on the island. Excluding the abandoned construction materials and some insignificant tools, the losses incurred in items such as weapons and explosives were less than ten percent. The shockingly efficient management of this whole event reminded everybody of Graycastle¡¯s prowess once more. Just when the evacuation was nearing completion, Sylvie sent a warning of the highest threat-level to the command HQ! Traces of a huge number of demons had appeared in the red haze! ¡­ At almost the exact same time, Hackzord ¡°saw¡± the observer through the parasitic Eye Demons. It was as if she had suddenly materialized in his mind; her every single movement was clear and precise. She was a female Awakened with long, curly green hair, the one described in Ursrook¡¯s report as the key extermination target. With her extremely expansive wide field of view, she was strategically a huge threat to the demon race. Only a God¡¯s Stone could stop her. He silently remembered her appearance and looked away from her. She was staying in the center of a highly guarded city. Getting rid of her was a good suggestion, but it was not something he needed to do personally. He was the King¡¯s most important asset, his right-hand man. If he was harmed, it would be an indelible pity for the whole race. Thus there was no reason for him to put himself in danger. What¡¯s more, Hackzord had a more important target right now. According to the reports of his sentries, the humans had been moving about a lot near the coast of Wolfheart, especially around Archduke Island. Clearly, his enemy had set their eyes on the strait and was not ready to hand it over to him on a silver platter. Without question, the humans were going to pay a terrible price for their mistake. According to the intel he acquired from the nobles in the Kingdom of Everwinter, the Graycastle¡¯s army numbered in the tens of thousands. If he could devour all of the defending troops on Archduke Island in one fell swoop, it would deal a huge blow to the humans. He was going to prove to all the other demons and grand lords that he, the Sky Lord, was also a grand lord that could lead the western front to victory! With this in mind, Hackzord summoned the first distortion door! Chapter 1309 - Thunder Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The outbreak of war on the western front had dramatically changed the Sky Lord¡¯s mindset. In the past, his understanding of humans came from various battle reports and Holy See meetings. Along with their obvious contempt for the lowlifes, it was the general consensus of virtually all grand lords that humans lacked Awakened warriors. It was just as difficult for humans to upgrade as demons. The humans¡¯ overall strength was volatile as it was impossible to tell the extent of an Upgraded¡¯s power beforehand. Human males who possessed no magical power at all were on the battlefield purely to add to the headcount. They were akin to the Inferior Demons of his race; however, Inferior Demons were utterly abandoned after the first Battle of Divine Will. Now, they weren¡¯t even allowed to participate in battle, and were only used for manual labor at most. Just from this, one could see the difference in strength between the two races. The Sky-sea Realm inhabitants were even more highly-evolved. From their land-engulfing ships to their most basic soldier, every one of them possessed remarkable magical power, as if they were designed just for war. Even several of the demonic beasts that they corrupted and controlled eventually grew into ones containing magical ability. Undeniably, the Sky-sea Realm was the strongest among the four races. Precisely because of the difference in strength, senior demons regarded the legacy that would be left behind by humans after the second Battle of Divine Will as something in the bag. This was also why Ursrook¡¯s last words caused such a great stir on the Presiding Holy See. Now however, Hackzord had come to believe with a greater certainty that Ursrook had not been exaggerating. Even if humans¡¯ exceptional utilization of fire was not enough to raise the King¡¯s concern, the new weapon Hackzord¡¯s people had discovered two weeks ago was a completely different story. Without the help of witches, human males¡ªcreatures that were supposed to be merely extra trimmings¡ªactually flew via a strangely modeled iron bird! His first reaction when he heard the news was that it was definitely impossible. Since ancient times, excluding birds, the sky was a place dominated by magic users. The saying that God resided in the place above the sky layered the blue dome above their heads with a greater sense of holiness and divinity. Yet how could species without even a drop of magical power intrude this holy domain? However, there was more than one witness to this phenomenon. Upon accepting the news, he realized that that the humans¡¯ rapid growth in strength may not only be owed to their manipulation of fire. Indeed, he was slowly being convinced of Silent Disaster¡¯s shocking ¡°Upgrade Theory¡±¡ªIt was likely that the Nightmare Lord had realized this possibility before him, which was why she decided to enter the Realm of Mind in search for answers. After all, the rate that the humans were evolving was way too fast. There wasn¡¯t any mention of the iron bird in Ursrook¡¯s report. If humans already possessed such a weapon at the time, there would be no reason not to use it. The only explanation was that in less than a year, the developments of humans had already reached the realm of the sky. Such a sudden change could only be explained by upgrading. Once males also become a main force in battle, the humans¡¯ fighting ability would undoubtedly multiply dramatically. Perhaps this was Ursrook¡¯s real warning in his last words. Fortunately, Hackzord was substantially more familiar with the sky than fire. The iron birds the humans created were not much stronger than Devilbeasts. As long as he was here, nobody else was allowed to touch the sky! This time, the attack will not fail like the previous time. His confidence was not because he looked down on his enemy. At this point, underestimating the enemy was unquestionably stupid. His confidence came from his own title. Because he was the supreme lord of the sky! After passing through the door, the Sky Lord appeared on the edge of the island. Constantly lingering by his side were Parasitic Eye Demons who came with him. If Eye Demons were regarded as a rare species, than the scarcity of Parasitic Eye Demons was on a whole other level; they were an extremely precious resource. Despite the high price, Hackzord placed them on the front line without hesitation, letting them travel by his side. This was the only way he could handle the other key target mentioned by Ursrook: a witch that specialized in exceptionally long-range attack. Up until he arrived on the island, the witch¡¯s appearance still hadn¡¯t materialized in his mind. This meant that humans¡¯ only asset that could threaten him wasn¡¯t present on the island. At the same time, he didn¡¯t see any observers that would be able to catch sight of him. There was no better time than now. Hackzord didn¡¯t hesitate any more and activated the complete form of the Distortion Door! A black hole rapidly spread out from behind him and very swiftly extended several meters outwards. Any natural barrier would be rendered useless against the Door! A red haze gushed out. Siacis, a higher ascendant, was the first to appear before him. ¡°My lord, your army is ready.¡± ¡°Convey my command: Seize this island and kill all who resist!¡± ¡°As you wish!¡± Siacis let out a piercing scream. As a psychic who had undergone three upgrading ceremonies, this scream was more than enough to drop any human who didn¡¯t wear a God¡¯s Stone instantly. Even if they did have one on them, the mind blast would cause them to fall in a trance. Simultaneously, it was a signal to commence the attack. When the scream ended, massive numbers of Primal Demons and Symbiotic Demons poured out from the Distortion Door towards the center of the island. The strength of humans¡¯ fire bolts lay in their long range. As long as they could close the distance, these new Symbiotic Demons would definitely be able to break through the enemy¡¯s line of defense in one go. Very quickly, the vanguard traversed the peripheral of the island and closed in on the humans¡¯ settlement. Yet there were still no sounds of fire. This caused Hackzord to feel a shred of astonishment. Just when he had managed to get himself to view the humans as equals to his own race, what was with the huge oversight they were making? Could it be that they still hadn¡¯t noticed that their territory was being invaded? ¡°My lord¡­¡± A quarter of an hour later, Siacis hastily hurried over. ¡°We have already captured the inner city; however¡­ we didn¡¯t discover any traces of humans. This place is an empty city!¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Hackzord¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°There are still many uncompleted buildings inside the city. From their color, it seems that the buildings were recently under construction, I¡¯m afraid the humans have probably abandoned Archduke Island one or two days ago.¡± So he was saying¡­ the boats spotted by the sentries were not for sending weapons onto the island, but evacuating the soldiers from the island? But¡­ how could this be possible? The humans acted as if they knew he was going to attack Archduke Island! He had intentionally made his troops avoid all cities and towns. Every path he traveled had been checked by Eye Demons. The easiest way this secret could be leaked was via those human workers, so he ordered his subordinates to put them under centralized supervision, removing all possibility of communication with the outside. Even if the enemy had noticed that something was odd, they wouldn¡¯t have evacuated so quickly! How did the information get leaked? Before he could think about the problem properly, an ear-splitting explosion suddenly erupted from the island centre. In an instant, the earth began to violently shake. A cluster of blindingly bright fireballs illuminated the cloudy day. In the midst of their light, rolling clouds of black smoke shot into the sky and an intense air wave swept across the entire inner city. All the soldiers in the city were engulfed by the surging smoke in a blink of an eye. Chapter 1310 - Trapped Beast Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Hackzord closed the Distortion Door with a grim face. Even the stupidest person would be able tell that they had just been completely outwitted by the humans! ¡°Those lowlifes¡ª!¡± Siacis roared furiously. His murderous intent was clear in the wild twisting of whiskers on his cheeks. ¡°Shut up!¡± Hackzord interrupted him. ¡°If they were lowlifes, than who are we, the ones got outwitted by lowlifes? From now on, I don¡¯t want to hear you calling them ¡®lowlifes¡¯ ever again!¡± Then he leaped up and flew toward the other end of the island. The black smoke was still billowing upwards ceaselessly, forming a thick column of smoke. The indistinct flashing of firelight from below it caused the column to resemble a jet of magma shooting upwards from the ground. The interior of the city was in disarray. Even in places where the fireball¡¯s shockwave hadn¡¯t reached, there were bodies of several Primal Demons strewn in across the area at different angles, dead or alive. However, this was not what he was focusing on at the moment¡ªthe milk had already been spilt. Staying there would not make his losses any smaller and would only add fuel to his fury. If he had the energy, he would rather use it to make his enemies pay. As expected, on the south side of the island, the Sky Lord spotted some boats that had not yet gone far from the island. Even though they were in full sail, in the face of his abilities, they were equivalent to being stationary. Just when he was about to close the gap in a single stride, a ray of light below him caught his attention. A silhouette flew out from the outer region island and rapidly towards the southern side. No wonder! He had believed that the person responsible for the detonation of the explosion had been buried in the flames together with his vanguard troops. To think that the humans had actually planned a full retreat! Getting a witch to activate the explosion in order to retreat easily from the battlefield? As if it was going to be so easy! The Sky Lord immediately switched targets, opened a distortion door and appeared in front of the witch. She was a female with pale, blonde hair. She revealed an expression of shock, as if she didn¡¯t expect him to suddenly appear. Without another word Hackzord reached out to grab her¡ª Yet his hand grasped thin air. The female before his eyes suddenly moved with an explosive speed, tearing hundreds of meters away from him in a blink of eye. At the same time, the shock wave from her movement slammed into Hackzord and the Parasitic Eye Demons like a wall. The spell blast glistened and rippled outwards before slowly easing away. After the witch flew out a distance and slowed to a stop, she looked like she used up over half of her energy. He harrumphed and then chased her once more! He planned to close the distance in one step again, however this time just as he exited the Distortion Door, the witch was already miles away, leaving a trail of white clouds behind her. Hackzord was furious. He used his ability for the third time, thinking that he might as well open the door three hundred meters in front of the witch. However when he exited the door this time, he suddenly felt the gazes of numerous eyes on him. It was as if he just entered a city center from an empty plain. Shocked, the Sky Lord looked in the direction of where he felt the gazes¡ªnumerous black figures were coming in his direction, both from the horizon of the sea and from the land. Among them were iron birds and witches. This is¡­a planned ambush? So that b*tch was intentionally stopping and starting, fooling him believe that she could only perform brief moments of accelerated flight because she was being limited by her magical power? ¡°Ha¡­ humans¡­ hahaha¡­¡± Hackzord laughed as his fury rapidly boiled up to its limit. Not only did they outwit his troops, they were also planning to trick him? Retreating now would be as easy as taking a breath. But he didn¡¯t do so. Indeed, he wasn¡¯t a Magic Slayer and it always bothered him, but that didn¡¯t mean males wearing God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation would be able to defeat a grand lord! He had to let his enemies know who the real ruler of the sky was! In an instant, eight iron birds had already charged towards him, spitting out streaks of fire from their heads¡ª Hackzord waved his left hand, directly opening a Distortion Door at his side, swallowing the iron bolts that shot at him; at the same time he opened the other side of the door beside the iron birds. After the fatal iron bolts passed through the door they swept straight back towards where they came from. In an instant, several iron birds were struck and their formation fell into a disarray. But what surprised him a bit was that the iron bolts which were supposed to be fatal didn¡¯t cause the iron birds to break apart; instead, they only left a few dents in their iron bodies. The Sky Lord quickly pushed his surprise to the back of his mind and made a stride to a higher place, putting the entire battle area under his feet. The iron birds were clearly unable to follow his pace. As much as they tried to climb up, their stupid and clumsy bodies were slower than worms. Just as he was planning to rip them apart one by one, a passing bird suddenly transformed into a devilbeast and propelled towards him with its jaws wide open! His Eye Demons hadn¡¯t regarded the birds that were commonly seen at sea as threats at all. Hackzord dodged abruptly, just avoiding the attack in time. Fuming, he widened his palm and a black streak of light instantly appeared in the space between them. This was also a Distortion Door, except it¡¯s width was only a finger thick, any body that passed through would not emerge in one piece. As if it realized that it was in danger, the devilbeast shrank back into a seabird. But it was too difficult to stop its momentum in such a short amount of time, and half its wings swept through the black line. The sliced wing tip and feathers burst apart like blossoms. But before he could attack again, a thunderous roar erupted once more. The golden-haired witch turned into a streak of golden light and shot straight towards him! Not having enough time to use the same tactic, Hackzord could only gather all the magical energy in his body and turn it into a shield cocooning his entire body! ¡°Bang!¡± The two collided, and the immense impact caused the witch¡¯s golden light to shatter into innumerable small pieces and raised a feeling of stuffiness in Hackzord. The opponent¡¯s injury was clearly more serious; not only was blood seeping from the edge of her mouth, one of her arms was bent into multiple sections. Yet the witch thought nothing of her injuries. With her remaining hand, she pulled out a short fire fork from her waist. Damn! Left with no other choice, Hackzord opened another Distortion Door. If she was going to shoot, the iron bolt would be directed towards her companions. But what infuriated Hackzord was that not only had the previous attack been a guise, the witch didn¡¯t shoot anything at him but accelerated downwards to catch the falling seabird. ¡°I¡¯m going to smash you all into pieces!¡± he roared for the first time in this battle. But at this moment, the highest-priority warning rang inside the Sky Lord¡¯s mind¡ªthe source came from a large iron bird that was in the clouds below him. Through the Eye Demons¡¯ view, the source was indeed the witch that Ursrook made sure to point out as a key target. He felt his body being latched on by something¡ª Feeling an increasing sense of crisis, Hackzord expanded the Distortion Door to its biggest range, covering his enemy¡¯s entire attacking range! One of his Eye Demons violently pushed him. There was a flash of fire. After what felt like both a long time and a brief moment, a black shadowy cluster flashed across like lightning. Innumerable cracks appeared on the Distortion Door and then it shattered apart in a deafening explosion like glass. After the door, the next victim was the Eye Demon that pushed him aside¡ªthe blue light on its body pulsated and blood, flesh, and organs squirted outwards, raising a wave of blue fog among the lingering shattered pieces. The two events occurred almost simultaneously, so quick that Hackzord couldn¡¯t react. Finally, it was his turn. Even though the attacking God¡¯s stone had already shattered, it still sliced away half of his hand, leaving multiple dents in his armor. The turbulence in his magical power caused him to lose control of his body, and he fell straight towards the ocean. The iron birds, having finished redirecting themselves, surged straight towards him. After he left the Forbidden Area, Hackzord used the last of his energy and opened a new door below him. Then, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit, he vanished above the ocean. Chapter 1311 - Loss Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°My lord¡­¡± When Siacis saw the Sky Lord once more, he almost couldn¡¯t believe his eyes. The Sky Lord was soaked from head to toe, as if he had just been scooped out of a pool of water. He was exhausted, injured and one half of his armor was splattered with blue blood. It looked as if he had just experienced a dreadful battle. The Parasitic Eye Demons that were supposed to be by the Sky Lord¡¯s side had disappeared. Being vigilant creatures with the sharpest reflexes, Eye Demons were only useful if they were next to the grand lord. The current situation would only suggest that some great misfortune had befallen the Eye Demons. The scene before his eyes would be more understandable if their enemy had been the Sky-sea Realm; however, their opponents were only the lowlifes¡ªmere humans. Hackzord was in no mood to explain it to him. He grabbed his subordinate in one hand and dragged him into the Distortion Door. In the next moment, they had already returned to the region of Red Mist. ¡°Sky Lord, the soldiers on the island¡ª¡±Siacis reacted to the situation very quickly. His expression couldn¡¯t help but change for the worse. Even though the unexpected explosion in the city caused great losses in their vanguard troops, there was still a portion that luckily managed to survive. Leaving like this was equivalent to abandoning them all on Archduke Island. The troops carried a limited amount Red Mist with them and they could only hold up for a few days at most. ¡°I¡¯m already unable to open another door.¡± Hackzord¡¯s response made the high-level psychic shut his mouth. The value of Primal Demons was far below a grand lord no matter what the circumstances; there was no need for discussion when deciding between the two. ¡°I¡¯ll escort you back to the Sky City then.¡± ¡°First tell Totolock to get the humans to send our vanguard troops back with sailboats, as many as they can. As for those Symbiotic Demons, let them hide on the island for how,¡± the Sky Lord spoke through gritted teeth. ¡°Once the Red Mist has enveloped the entire Archduke Island, the main troops must immediately launch attack on Sedimentation Bay and the other places. You two will be responsible for the warfare!¡± ¡°My lord, isn¡¯t it a bit hasty to do so?¡± Siacis asked with surprise. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be too late if we started once you have recuperated¡ª¡± ¡°This is my command, so say no more!¡± ¡°Yes, I have overstepped my boundaries.¡± Siacis hastily nodded his head. ¡°As you wish!¡± Gazing at his subordinate¡¯s figure as he left, Hackzord viciously clenched his remaining hand into a fist. How could he not be aware that what he was doing was hasty? But it was better than dragging it out with the humans. For the first time, the Sky Lord realized that time was not on their side. The humans¡¯ absorption of their legacies was faster than he had imagined; within a year, just relying on a few witches and some magically-inert males they managed to threaten a grand lord. What would it be like after a few more years then? They definitely couldn¡¯t give humans any more time to catch their breath! The Western Front must be steered back onto the right track! Several days later, Hackzord finally returned to the bottom of the great rupture. The place had already become filled with rich and dense Red Mist. Just by virtue of his presence, he could feel his spirit being rejuvenated and the piercing pain in his palm lessening. He went straight to the Red Mist Pond which was located at the bottommost point of Birth Tower. Staring at the still motionless Nightmare Lord, the Sky Lord suddenly felt angry at everything. If she hadn¡¯t been immersed in the Realm of Mind all this time then he wouldn¡¯t be in such a difficult position! It wasn¡¯t supposed to be like this! If he was focused on simply moving the troops around, the advancement of the frontline wouldn¡¯t have been so slow, and if the Nightmare Lord lead the troops to battle, none of the Graycastle people who were meeting up with the fugitives would have escaped! Then, they would have launched a direct attack while the humans were still panicking, and he would have lead the troops from the west side in a pincer attack, capturing Hermes Plateau immediately¡ªthat was the real Western Front battle plan! Furious as he was, when the moment came that he was really about to pull the Nightmare Lord out of the Realm of Mind, hesitation flickered across Hackzord¡¯s face. In the end, the Nightmare lord was the person he always looked up to in the past. He even¡­ even once thought, that the Nightmare Lord would become sovereign of the race. No, no, no¡­ Hackzord shook his head. He was utterly loyal to the King; those were only his ignorant thoughts when they were participating in the upgrading process. In terms of ranking, Nightmare was essentially no different to Hackzord now. At most¡­ she just had a slightly deeper understanding of the Realm of Mind. He made up his mind. His actions might harm the Nightmare Lord¡¯s memory, making her furious and it might even cut off all the clues to the mystery of the humans¡¯ upgrading, but these things paled in importance as the battle on the Western Front. At worst he would simply have to stand on Silent Disaster¡¯s side during the Holy See meeting, and admit that Upgrade Theory was correct. As for where that legacy shard came from, he could study that after they won. As long he could swallow the humans¡¯ legacy shard, then everything they held in their hands at the moment would turn into a stair that advanced their entire race a step further! With this in his mind, Hackzord inhaled deeply and made a violent pushing motion towards the Nightmare Lord. The magical power in his palms broke off the connection between the Realm of Mind and the Nightmare Lord, pulling her out from the Fountain of Magic¡ª In theory, that was what was supposed to happen. Yet Nightmare didn¡¯t open her eyes, her body fell down to one side like a empty shell in the Red Mist Pond. Hackzord instantly felt as if fear gripped his throat! He had never felt this much terror, even when his mind was almost destroyed at the loss of control over his magic during his upgrading process, or when he was ambushed by the Sky-sea Realm! He stepped forward, lifted the Nightmare Lord up and tried to catch her consciousness, but only found emptiness¡­ Being alive but forever in deep sleep¡ªthis was the characteristic of being lost in the Realm of Mind. Yet once one had been submerged in that never-ending red sea, returning was impossible. Even if one could maintain lucidity for a moment, it would eventually be eroded by the surrounding surging and chaotic consciousnesses and become a part of them eventually. Hackzord¡¯s heart dropped to his feet. This meant that they had already lost the Nightmare Lord! How could this happen? With the Nightmare Lord¡¯s ability, as long as one was careful and didn¡¯t make any terrible mistakes, she shouldn¡¯t go to the extent of being trapped in the Realm of Mind! What on earth did she encounter in her search? The Sky Lord didn¡¯t dare to think any more about it. He got up and leaped upwards towards the top of the tower, he had even forgotten about his own injury. He must inform the King of the news immediately. The situation of the Western Front has changed dramatically! ******************* ¡°How is everyone recovering?¡± At the Cage Mountain command post, Iron Axe asked Agatha in a concerned tone. ¡°With Nana here, what could go wrong?¡± Agatha put away her Sigil of Listening and smilingly shook her head. It was obvious that she was in a great mood. ¡°According to Wendy, Maggie had already healed up so much that she could skip and jump about on the first day, Lightning recovered completely on the second day and both are now doing frontline patrolling. My only regret is that I didn¡¯t participate in the ambush this time.¡± ¡°We were taking a big risk after all¡­ Moreover, in order to pack that huge flintlock, we even had to take apart all the seats on the ¡°Seagull.¡± We couldn¡¯t have taken another passenger.¡± Iron Axe smiled as well. ¡°I thought your only regret would be that we couldn¡¯t get rid of that high-ranking demon in one go.¡± ¡°Winning against a grand lord with such a lineup is already an extraordinary victory.¡± Agatha turned to the Pearl of the Northern Region and said with her hand to her chest. ¡°I underestimated you in the past; reality has proved that that was indeed a mistake¡ªexcept for His Highness, Roland, there are still many outstanding people among those with no magical ability that should not be taken lightly.¡± Edith calmly accepted her compliment. As the strategist behind the entire ambush, there was no need to be humble in that moment. ¡°Even though it¡¯s a pity that we let the bastard called Hackzord escape alive, we reaped a lot from this battle.¡± She patted the documents in her hand. ¡°At least we are now no longer clueless about our enemy.¡± Chapter 1312 - Countermeasure Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations As a grand demon lord, the Sky Lord¡¯s strength could indeed be described as terrifying. The magical ability to open a portal through space allowed for instantaneous movement, and could simultaneously be used as a shield or a weapon. However, through careful analysis, one would discover that it was not without flaws. ¡°We can first be certain that this high-level demon can only open one passage at a time and the entrance of the passageway must be within arm¡¯s reach,¡± Edith said. ¡°Secondly, although it¡¯s difficult to ascertain the range of the portal, it must be at least over two kilometers.¡± ¡°Sounds like the advanced version of Orbit¡¯s ability.¡± After spending a lot of time with Roland, Edith learned from him several strange pet phrases that he liked to use, for example: ¡°advanced version¡±, ¡°special advanced version¡±, ¡°enhanced advanced version¡±, etc. ¡°Just by looking at the range that indeed seems to be the case.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region nodded. ¡°However the number of passages Orbit creates depends on the amount of magic she has. The Sky Lord, on the other hand, can only open a new passage once the previous one has been closed. He was in a very tight situation at the time so it¡¯s unlikely that he wasn¡¯t using his true ability. This information is vital because it determines the essence of our countermeasure against him¡ªif the Sky Lord could use multiple passages at once, the situation would be a hundred times more complicated.¡± After the other two digested her words, she continued on and said, ¡°Another important point is that even though he can easily expand and shrink the passage entrance and exit ways, Hackzord must be standing nearby the door in order to maintain them. According to Miss Sylvie¡¯s observations, he spent several seconds closing the large Distortion Door when the explosion occurred on Archduke Island before flying to the south side of the island.¡± ¡°This means¡­ the larger the door the door he opens, the slower it is to close it?¡± Iron Axe said thoughtfully. ¡°It¡¯s very likely that this is the case.¡± Edith said, spreading her hands. ¡°The final point is his Achilles heel¡ªHackzord isn¡¯t a Magic Slayer; he cannot stop the movements of witches and doesn¡¯t pose enough of a threat to people wearing God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Even though his body is not weaker than that of Extraordinaries, he will be trapped in anti-magic regions if he engages in close combat. I certainly don¡¯t think he will want to not sacrifice his own life in exchange for the lives of two or three mere humans.¡± Edith paused. ¡°To summarize, the Sky Lord¡¯s main ability is to open a two-way passageway that is centered around himself, has a radius of several kilometers and can only be opened one at a time. No matter if it is the entrance or the exit, as long as both sides of the door are affected by a God¡¯s Stone, the passage will break apart.¡± ¡°So if he appears once again, our countermeasure will be¡­¡± ¡°If he is located at the periphery of the battlefield and the exit of the door isn¡¯t facing the battlefield, Miss Sylvie will directly bombard him with artillery,¡± Edith said systematically. ¡°If the exit of the door is inside the battlefield, or if he uses the door to directly charge into the First Army¡¯s formation, then get the soldiers to do nothing and leave it to the professionals.¡± ¡°Do nothing?¡± Iron Axe was a little surprised, then, as if he realized her meaning, he said, ¡°¡­oh I see.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Edith revealed a smile, ¡°In reality the Sky Lord¡¯s most effective method of attack is using our own weapons against ourselves. If our soldiers can hold their attack, there is actually a limit to the threat he poses to our lineup¡ªjust as I said before; strategically, his ability is irreplaceable for maneuvering troops, but using it to attack is not a good idea.¡± With the frontline of the First Army ignoring him, it was not like the grand lord could just charge into the ditch and engage in close combat with the soldiers. If he did that, then when the professionals¡ªGod¡¯s Punishment Witches, arrived on the battlefield, his death would be inevitable. ¡°What if he counterattacks during the intervals between artillery fire?¡± Agatha asked after a moment of thought. ¡°For example, he first opens a passage to the outside, making us think that he was gathering more troops, and when our artillery fires he opens a new large door and positions the exit inside our battleground, subjecting us to our own artillery fire.¡± Just from being able to think of this was enough to prove that the Ice Witch had put a lot of work into Graycastle¡¯s new weapons. ¡°This is indeed something that could work in theory; however, I don¡¯t believe the Sky Lord will do that,¡± Edith explained. ¡°Opening a door for only one person can be done in a blink of an eye, but expanding it so wide so that it would completely protect him would need time. The time difference between the two is very limited and if it fails, the result would be being blasted into pieces by the shells that have fallen behind him. To a grand lord, such a move is too risky.¡± ¡°All in all, I can take it that the Sky Lord is not as much as a threat to the frontline as we thought, right?¡± Iron Axe said while rubbing his chin. ¡°So far that is the conclusion that the General Staff have reached.¡± Edith gave a definite reply. ¡°Of course, this only applies if Hackzord leads troops into battle by himself. If he was accompanied by other grand lords, then the threat he poses will instantly multiply dramatically.¡± ¡ªLike bringing Ursrook along and directly charging into the middle of their battle formation. Iron Axe and Agatha couldn¡¯t help but heave a sigh of relief. Luckily, Ursrook had already died in the Fertile Plains. ¡°But this doesn¡¯t rule out the possibility of a new Magic Slayer appearing; so if it¡¯s possible, it¡¯ll be best if we find a chance to rid ourselves of this problem.¡± There was a hint of murderous intent in the Pearl of the Northern Region¡¯s tone.¡±He will only be no threat to us when he disappears completely.¡± Upon hearing this, Agatha couldn¡¯t help but feel impressed. Not only was a ¡®mortal¡¯ seemingly showing no fear towards a demon, but she was also plotting the death of a grand demon lord. What would have definitely sounded delusional in the past didn¡¯t sound strange at all to anyone at the current moment, as if it was the logical and obvious thing to do. Over the past four hundred years, humans had indeed changed a lot. Whether it be people or things. Perhaps the Union¡¯s silence wasn¡¯t all together a bad thing. At least, they didn¡¯t pass down the fear of the strong from their era to this era. Now that she thought of it, there might as well have been many normal people possessing potential like Edith Kant in the Union¡¯s time, but the pessimistic views and fear that pervaded the race restricted their thoughts and willpower. Together with the estrangement intentionally created by the upper classes, the era was very bleak on the whole. But this time, before humans had gotten the chance to taste real hopelessness, Roland Wimbledon curbed its spreading. As she was feeling a surge of emotions, she once more recalled the moment when she woke up from deep sleep in the Frozen Coffin, and met Roland for the first time. ¡°Mortals can also defeat demons¡±. Everything started from those words¡­ ¡°Hackzord probably won¡¯t fall for the same trick twice, do you have a good plan?¡± Iron Axe asked. ¡°As long as the First Army¡¯s movements are flexible enough, even if we don¡¯t set a trap, we still have the chance to get rid of him¡ªfor example, equipping ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ with a large caliber weapon that can shoot God¡¯s Stones.¡± ¡°True,¡± the commander in chief mused. ¡°But that would need quite a lot of God¡¯s Stones. Don¡¯t tell me you have already thought of a way to process God¡¯s Stones?¡± ¡°How could that be possible.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Edith shrugged. ¡°I¡¯m the chief of the General Staff, not god. I¡¯m alright at making suggestions but as for how to realize them, that will obviously be up to His Highness, Roland, to figure out. Relax, I¡¯ve written everything in the battle report. In order for the frontline to achieve victory, he should be doing his best as well.¡± The other two people couldn¡¯t help but twitch their mouths. It appears like His Highness¡¯s white hairs¡­ are going to increase again. Chapter 1313 - The Information Age Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations In Graycastle, Neverwinter. The reports regarding the battle on Archduke Island as well as the situation in the Kingdom of Wolfheart were delivered into Roland¡¯s hands two days later. Compared to the past when it took a week to send a letter from the City of Evernight to Neverwinter, it was undeniable that their communication speed had made huge progress. Both short-distance, quick delivery by flying couriers and long distance delivery through twenty-four hour steam-powered boats were now a part of the messaging system. There were dedicated personnel and boats responsible for the delivery of crucial messages, and in some cases even planes were used. This time, the reports were delivered by Tilly. ¡°Good job.¡± Roland solicitously handed her a Chaos Drink. ¡°Is the situation over there okay? ¡°Wouldn¡¯t you know if you just looked at the report?¡± Tilly took the cup and glanced at him sideways. ¡°For you to act so considerate, do you have something you are guilty of? Could it be that you still don¡¯t have a clue about my plane?¡± ¡°Pfft¡­¡± The sound of Nightingale stifling laughter came from behind him. ¡°How could that be, I¡¯ve already selected the best model from many blueprints. When Anna can find some time, we will start the prototype production right away.¡± ¡°For Anna¡¯s sake, I¡¯ll let you off this time, Brother.¡± Tilly downed the drink in one go, wiped her lips and walked towards the exit of the office, ¡°¡®Seagull¡¯ will be heading back soon so I¡¯ll be returning to the Aerial Knight Academy first.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not even going to stay for one day?¡± he asked, slightly surprised. ¡°I have no choice. Right now the only things on the frontline that can threaten the Sky Lord are ¡®Seagull¡¯ and Andrea. Also¡­ I don¡¯t want to miss a single opportunity to get my revenge.¡± Tilly waved at Roland with her back facing him. ¡°Well then, I¡¯ll be going now, Brother.¡± Nightingale sighed softly as she gazed at the closed door. ¡°Everyone¡­ is working hard.¡± If it was possible, I would rather they worked hard in other areas, not in warfare , Roland thought. However he didn¡¯t say it out loud¡ªbecause before the Battle of Divine Will ended, before the fate of humans was determined, nobody could free themselves of this burden. Apart from shirking responsibility, there was no meaning in saying this now. After a moment of silence, he unsealed the report. After he finished reading all the reports, Roland at last understood the meaning behind Tilly¡¯s words. To be able to pass down the evacuation command in time and successfully ambush a grand demon lord whose movements were untraceable above the vastness of the sea was an incredible feat. Edith Kant and Andrea were undeniably the key contributors to the battle. But in the same way, the sender of the vital intel couldn¡¯t be ignored¡ªvictory would not have been possible without this person¡¯s selfless act. ¡°What do you plan on doing?¡± The issue had clearly caught Nightingale¡¯s attention. ¡°No matter what his original motive for sending out the secret letter was, his name and contributions shouldn¡¯t be forgotten,¡± Roland said in a low voice. If this was in Roland¡¯s previous life, finding an unidentified informer after a long, drawn-out battle would be virtually impossible. The words on the epigraph of the gravestone would likely be: ¡°Your name is unknown; however, your deeds are everlasting.¡± Here, the existence of witches changed this. They allowed every single warrior who contributed to saving the fate of humankind have their name remembered in history. ¡°After the First Army regains control of the Kingdom of Everwinter, get ¡®Black Money¡¯ to help Summer determine this person¡¯s name and background.¡± If the culprit who murdered him was still alive by then, they would not escape severe punishment by law. Nightingale nodded. ¡°If only we can quickly create the communications equipment that extends over thousands of miles that you spoke of.¡± ¡°Unfortunately that is not one of my strengths.¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but rub his forehead. Recalling the circuit diagram that he had been forced to memorize made his head throb. ¡°Now you finally understand my feelings during an exam,¡± Nightingale said with her hand to her mouth. ¡°Hard as it is, I¡¯m at the very l east not like a certain someone who simply falls asleep on the table and hands in an empty test at the end.¡± Roland glared at her. ¡°I¡¯ve actually almost done creating the prototype.¡± Indeed, although extremely slow, the radio communications project had never stopped. Like the piston engine, after considering numerous designs proffered by the Design Bureau of Graycastle, he decided to select two among them and have them worked on simultaneously. These two were the spark-gap transmitter and the amplitude-modulated transmitter. The spark-gap transmitter was the father of telecommunication. Its design was extremely simple and didn¡¯t need any electronic components. All that was needed was a transformer coil to step up the voltage to charge the capacitor until the voltage in the capacitor was large enough to ionize the air and produce an electric spark. This part was similar to a lighter, except the current discharged by the spark would not be wasted and instead, would oscillate rapidly back and forth between the plates of the capacitor through the inductor and spark gap, creating electromagnetic waves. Finally, these electromagnetic waves would be transmitted through an antenna. In other words, as long as one could control the switch of the power source, intermittent electromagnetic waves could be sent out, and by listening to the duration of the sounds, receivers could translate them into the corresponding signal. The beeps of varied lengths of telegraph codes originated from this principle. Although it still sounded a little confusing, Roland took the most ingenious approach, which was to have the radio communications team at the Design Bureau of Graycastle to build a machine that worked with readily available materials, and then copy it. For example, if you place a piece of oiled paper between two pieces of tin foil and then seal it with wax, it becomes a basic high-voltage capacitor. The inductor would be even easier to make. It was nothing more than a coil of wire wound round and round an insulated pipe. When not taking mass production or specifications into consideration, Roland could complete the device by himself. Although compared to the industrial products that came in a package the size of a fingernail in his previous life, these devices would appear bulky and crude, but the effects were basically the same. After the construction of the launch tower was completed, he would be able to perform the first wireless transmitting experiment of the era. However, the shortcomings of a spark-gap transmitter were also very obvious. Even if it passed the trials, he would have to design a code that matched the language of his kingdom if he wanted to use it officially. Training senders and receivers would also require a lot of time. Also the spark-gap transmitter had an extremely wide frequency spectrum so only one transmitter could work within a particular region. It wasn¡¯t suitable for the intelligence personnel to use on the frontlines. Thus, his ultimate goal was still to use an amplitude-modulated transmitter (AM transmitter) that amplifies a signal using a vacuum tube. The biggest advantage of the AM transmitter was that it could directly transmit voice signals. In principle, radio and telephones were very similar in nature. Both transform the oscillations of sound into the changes in current or electromagnetic waves. After these travelled over long distances to the receiver¡¯s location, it would be turned back into sound once more. The only thing was that the frequency of the human voice was too low, causing the wavelength of the signal wave to be too long. The longer the wavelength, the larger the required antenna size¡ªif the voice signals were directly transmitted, the length of the antenna would be over a hundred kilometers. This would be something impossible to create with their construction capabilities. So in order to send out the voice signal, it would have to be carried by a higher-frequency wave. This was where ¡®modulation¡¯ came in. Once the new wave form created by the combination of the two was received, the receiver had to filter out the high-frequency waves through a series of demodulations and only keep the meaningful low-frequency waves in order to turn it into the final sound of the voice. Once the AM transmitter succeeded, both the First Army and the intelligence community would be granted with real-time communications capabilities. For war, the significance of this required no explanation. Chapter 1314 - Dilemma Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Of course, the difficulty of producing the two types of radio communications equipment was not on the same level. The engineering team was still in the process of trying to create the evacuated tube, the core part of the AM transmitter. Failed prototypes had already piled into a small mountain outside the lab. Edith¡¯s suggestion of modifying ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ in her report excited Roland. On the technical level, it was not difficult to move a thirty-five millimeter sniper cannon onto a biplane. All they had to do was embed the entire body of the cannon below the belly of the plane and remove the shooting seats. If they limited the ammunition they carried to less than ten rounds, the weight would be balanced out. Other than that, nothing needed to be changed. The problem was that if they wanted to acquire large-caliber God¡¯s Stone bullets, they had to first use witch or demon blood to melt and separate God¡¯s Stones in the mine until they formed God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation in the desired size and shape. Only then could they be subjected to further processing. If the stones were too big, the blades and lathes they had at hand wouldn¡¯t be able to do anything about it. If they were too small, the God¡¯s Stones would be too brittle. The process of selecting base materials expended large amounts of magic blood. Even if the Witch Alliance and the Sleeping Spell supported him, the amount they had would not be enough to satisfy the requirements of war. The real solution to this problem was in the demons. Either they found out the reason why demons could process such large God¡¯s Stone pillars¡­ ¡­Or they used their blood for creating the bullets. ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ could now return to Neverwinter from the frontline within a day. With the additional help of Agatha¡¯s refrigeration ability, directly transporting fresh demon blood from the battlefield didn¡¯t seem impossible. Roland silently recorded his idea onto the agenda. ¡­ When it was nightfall, Roland followed his custom of entering the Dream World. In order to accelerate the advancement of the Design Bureau of Graycastle¡¯s projects, Roland had dramatically increased the amount of times he entered the Dream World in the past month, causing time in the Dream World which had been falling behind the real world to catch up a fair amount. The city which had previously been in late summer now already had snowflakes floating about, as if this place and the outside belonged to the same world but just in different regions. A typical morning in the neighborhood of his apartment was bustling with people. The expansion of Erosion and the great disaster in the Prism City didn¡¯t affect the residents at all; the two sides of the street were still full of breakfast food stalls with owners yelling about their sales without rest. People hurriedly moved about the street and the white snow that had accumulated throughout the night was already covered in footprints. Even though Lan said that this world was also going to face a Battle of Divine Will, in comparison to the Red Mist-covered battlefield in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, this place was undeniably milder by a good deal. Also, the long time he spent in the Dream World had not only caused the seasons to change, the demon world-traveller¡¯s attitude had also appeared to change significantly. After observing for some time, Roland was basically certain that the demon who called herself Valkries was not actually a native from Cargarde Peninsula. Although the registration information restored by the Martialist Association verified it, there was no such person among the visiting group from the Peninsula. Yet, her behavior was difficult to explain with common sense. Roland was not alien to the phenomenon of possessing a real identity but a greatly changed personality because he himself was an example of this. The best explanation was to describe her as a ¡°world traveller¡±. In the beginning Valkries was able to maintain her guise of a normal martial artist, flipping through various different types of books and talking as little as possible. But with the passing of time, she became more and more agitated. Especially after her injuries healed. Once, she secretly sneaked deep into the forbidden area of Prism City and stood silently and attentively in front of the Erosion rupture. According to Dawnen¡¯s report, at the time there was an evident expression of anxiety on Valkries¡¯ face, as if she was yearning for something. Dawnen even thought on multiple occasions that Valkries would leap into the Erosion, but in the end Valkries stopped herself from doing so. It would be too much to claim that her actions were her mourning of her companions¡¯ deaths, because Valkries didn¡¯t stop for a single moment when the visiting group encountered danger; in fact, she was aiming for the Erosion from the very beginning. If he thought about it from her perspective, it wasn¡¯t hard to understand the change in her attitude. At the start, coming to this modern metropolis from the Demon city, she might had been able to keep her composure in order to figure out where she was. But the more time passed while her hope of returning still obscure as ever, it was unavoidable for anxiety to begin building. This might have been the real reason why Valkries sneaked into Prism city. She wanted to see if she could return to the world familiar to her through the chasm she arrived in. Unfortunately, the memory fragment did not satisfy her desires. No matter what, being able to disguise herself to this point was an incredibly difficult feat. After all, Valkries didn¡¯t know that her every move was being watched by Dawnen. If it wasn¡¯t for the small things that betrayed her when she was by herself, there was not a single flaw from the way she interacted with other martial artists that would give her away. When Roland considered what would have happened if he were in her shoes, he thought that he definitely could not have achieved this. Now that her identity had been confirmed, he had to think about what to do next. At this moment, he received a SMS on his phone. It was from Phyllis. ¡°Your Majesty, everyone is ready.¡± Roland put his phone back into in his pocket, turned and walked towards the living room. Zero was busy carrying a bowl of egg noodles onto the meal table. Upon seeing Roland, she put her hands to her hips and said, ¡°Uncle, you haven¡¯t forgotten what you promised me, have you?¡± ¡°What, you woke up so early because you were afraid that I would sneak off?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not the first time you¡¯ve done that after all,¡± she said, pouting. ¡°Relax, I definitely won¡¯t this time.¡± Roland laughed, walked over and patted her head. ¡°Let¡¯s eat breakfast first, afterwards we¡¯ll go next door, call Sister Garcia and then set off together.¡± Apart from New Years, the biggest event this winter was the Martial Arts Contest which occured once every four years. To all the junior high school students throughout the city, whoever could watch it live on the arena would become the center of discussion. Zero, who usually had no interest for such contests, was no exception. After her ceaseless begging, Roland had no choice but to agree to take her near the arena to experience it live when the school¡¯s winter break came. There were guards supervising today¡¯s competition and it was still in the round robin stage so it was unlikely for Fallen Evils to appear. Besides, Zero had to return to her hometown everytime the holidays came around, so he could hardly refuse the little girl¡¯s ¡®only request.¡¯ Roland decided to confront that demon world traveller directly. ******************* It was already the fourth month. Although Valkries looked like she was focusing all her attention on the rowdy battle ring, her heart was somewhere else. The past four months had given her a basic understanding of this world and human legacies. On some levels, she herself had become a part of accepting legacies. As long as she could return to reality, she would definitely be able to bring huge benefits to her race¡ªhowever the major problem was, all this time, she hadn¡¯t been able to find a way to leave the Realm of Mind. Valkries had an enormous heap of intel, yet she didn¡¯t have anyone to share it with. It was as if she was in a desert and finally found a bottle of water, only to find it firmly sealed, unable to be opened. Whether she sent out a signal for help to Hackzord, or used her mind to sense traces of the King, she didn¡¯t receive any reply. Even if she stood in the gap of this domain and meditated, the Realm of Mind didn¡¯t respond to her call at all¡ªit was her first time encountering such a situation. Valkries couldn¡¯t help but feel a little hateful towards the Sky Lord. Why hadn¡¯t he, even after all this time, tried to wake her up? Chapter 1315 - First Direct Contact Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations If the Western Front plan was successful, the Red Mist should have already spilled over the ridge of the continent and spread through the territory of the humans. This meant that the Birth Tower in the great rupture was no longer a secret. No matter how slow the opponent was, they would have reacted already. So why was Hackzord still not doing anything? Could it be that the humans were so weak that he could face them all by himself? However, when she thought about it, Valkries found it unlikely. If their enemy were as frail as that, Ursrook wouldn¡¯t have been defeated on the Fertile Plains. She knew very clearly that having been separated from reality for too long, it had caused her to lose her ability to judge the current situation. This feeling made the Nightmare Lord feel extremely uneasy. There was also that human¡­ She looked over to the other side of the battle ring and saw that Roland was standing beside two females, showing much amusement and interest in the competition. Damn him! Didn¡¯t he have better things to do? If he knew how a way out, then he might just be her only chance¡ªhe was definitely the one taking the legacies and knowledge of humans out of this world; he must have some sort of passage to communicate with the outside world. As long as he left the Realm of Mind, she would have a chance to grab that opportunity, after all, in the King¡¯s Presiding Holy See, she had often sensed the King¡¯s communication with the territory. It was because she had such an ability that she dared to follow the fluctuations of the legacy shard¡¯s power and enter the Realm of Mind to find Roland¡¯s trail. Yet, he had always remained active in this world and there was absolutely not a moment when he could have done anything. Could it be that human monarchs have so much free time that they still didn¡¯t need to do anything to manage their kingdoms¡¯ matters even after several months? They would rather waste their time on a meaningless Martial Arts Contest than spend time reading a few more books. The only explanation was that the demons¡¯ frontline was not giving the humans enough pressure. So this is still all Hackzord¡¯s fault! In the midst of her mood swings, Valkries suddenly noticed Roland leaving the two females and walking to a corner by himself. Standing there was a hooded female as though she had been intentionally waiting for him. Valkries pretended to casually walk out of the crowd, but her eyes never left Roland. They discussed a few words before the female pointed in the direction of the exit. Roland appeared a little hesitant but nodded in the end. Had the Association noticed something? Valkries had originally decided to stop once and for all, but for some reason she felt a familiar aura from the female. This odd feeling prompted her to walk a few steps closer, so as to sneak at peek at them from a closer distance. Just with this one glance, Valkries felt all her hair stand¡ªunder the dim light, she saw a face similar to to that of Heathtalese, or¡­ Lan, from the Martialist Association! Could it be that Transformer had always been hidden in this world? And the reason that Roland could appear as a male in this world was also because of her? This news was too shocking. Valkries could no longer hold back the impulse in her heart and quickly followed them. Roland and the person that Valkries suspected to be Transformer didn¡¯t walk in the direction of the arena¡¯s exterior after passing through the exit passageway; instead, they turned and entered an underground parking lot. The Nightmare Lord tried to make her footsteps as light as possible and kept a fair distance between them until they entered a civil air defense passageway. As Valkries tailed after them, she discovered that the passageway was only a bit over ten meters long and didn¡¯t have any forks at all. On the other end of the passage was a sealed cement wall. There was even a ¡°No Entry. Construction Incomplete¡± warning sign hung up on the wall. Even though it was a dead end, the two had vanished. Oh no, it¡¯s a trap! Valkries reacted instantly but it was already too late. Before she could turn and retreat, Roland was already calmly standing behind her, blocking her only route of escape. Standing beside him were several females. From how they used their abilities, which was polar opposite to martial artists, Valkries didn¡¯t even need luck to guess. Unquestionably, the females standing beside him were witches. She finally realized where that feeling of familiarity came from. That was the miniscule difference between magic power and natural ability. If witches could enter the Realm of the Mind as well as possess their original strength at the same time, then the exposure of her identity would have occurred sooner or later. After all, Roland could surreptitiously conceal this many people to set up an ambush. That meant infiltrating her surroundings and observing her would be trivial¡ªthe reason was easy to understand if one thought about it. She focused all of her disguise on her superficial interactions. But against witches who had uncanny abilities, her guise would have been a joke. It was likely that her movements had already been seen through by the witches in the past four months. ¡°We meet once more, Miss Valkries,¡± Roland said serenely. Valkries didn¡¯t respond. Saying anything at this time would only bring humiliation to herself. Even if she still didn¡¯t understand how he could get the witches to enter this realm, it was no longer important. He had intentionally set an ambush in this secluded place. His goal was self-evident. The only thing she could do now was die in battle. The Nightmare Lord summoned all the magic power in her body and slightly leaned her body forward. In this situation where she was fighting against a group of witches without a magic stone or Magic Slayer power, she didn¡¯t even consider the possibility of winning. It was impossible for her to surrender no matter what! ¡°Could I invite you to drink some Cargarde Peninsula coffee?¡± Roland spoke once more. ¡°¡ª¡± Valkries came to a halt with her foot out. She stood frozen in her spot, her upper body still maintaining a slightly forward-leaning posture. The way she stopped herself seemed overly stiff. ¡°What¡­ did you say?¡± ¡°I want to treat you to coffee,¡± Roland repeated himself. ¡°Although it wouldn¡¯t count as real coffee, it¡¯s a special drink that is very similar.¡± Valkries stared at him for a long time before voicing the confusion in her heart. ¡°¡­ Why?¡± She couldn¡¯t guess what this male was thinking at all¡ªreality was different to this place, the coexistence of her race and humans was an imagined illusion. Since he had already confirmed her true origins, it wouldn¡¯t make sense to let her off. If she was not going to be greeted by death, then it would only be an outcome worse than death. ¡°Because some things are better laid out in the open than hidden,¡± Roland said slowly, ¡°especially when the ¡®Battle of Divine Will¡¯ is not the ¡®Final Battle¡¯ yet.¡± The ¡®Battle of Divine Will¡¯¡­ is not the ¡®Final Battle¡¯ yet¡­ Valkries couldn¡¯t help but be surprised. She never would have thought that she would hear something like this from a human. It was only after a long period of silence that she regained her wary composure. ¡°Where do you want to have the talk?¡± ¡°Not far from here, only a few minutes away.¡± Roland snapped his fingers, the sound of a car engine came from behind him. ¡°Board the car, I¡¯ve already booked a table.¡± ¡­ Roland didn¡¯t lie to her. The location he chose was a high-class restaurant situated inside a high-rise building. Sitting in front of the floor to ceiling glass windows, she could see the snow covered urban skyline. Soothing music filled the restaurant and the atmosphere was peaceful and elegant. Valkries knew that choosing this place to discuss was Roland¡¯s way of expressing his sincerity¡ªif he had wanted to kill her, a public setting like this was certainly not a suitable execution ground. Noticing the group of witches who were staring intently at them, she inhaled deeply after sitting down. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you just ask to meet me here directly?¡± ¡°That would waste too much time, I didn¡¯t think you would agree straight away¡ªwhen not being cornered, it¡¯s easy for people to refuse and avoid, so it¡¯s much easier to do it this way.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°Since we¡¯ve already reached an initial understanding, then let¡¯s get to our main point of discussion quickly. Honesty would benefit both of us. I am Roland Wimbledon, the King of Graycastle and one of the creators of the Dream World. You are?¡± One of¡­ the creators? Although she had already guessed that he wasn¡¯t a simple visitor, his identity shocked Valkries greatly. This was her first time hearing that a territory in the Realm of Mind could be created by multiple people. But this may be why he couldn¡¯t take complete control of this domain like the demon king could. Suppressing her impulse to ask who the others were, the Nightmare Lord slowly replied, ¡°Valkries. That¡¯s my name.¡± ¡°How about your title and rank? Like ¡°Sky Lord¡± for example¡­ could you be more specific?¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°Nightmare Lord, that is what I¡¯m called.¡± Roland spat out his drink. This time it was Roland¡¯s turn to be shocked. Chapter 1316 - History Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°What¡¯s so strange about it?¡± Valkries said coldly, ¡°Do you think anyone can just casually stroll into the Realm of the Mind? Or¡­ are you actually just proud of yourself for capturing a grand lord?¡± Clearly, she hadn¡¯t abandoned her pride even if she was in a sticky situation. Roland even had a feeling that if he pushed her too much she would directly lunge at the witches and into her death. But her title really did surprise him¡ªhe had only asked for her title out of procedure; after all, most high-ranking demons had their unique title, and a demon who could conduct a upgrading ceremony couldn¡¯t be just some no-name entity. He just didn¡¯t expect this demon¡¯s identity to be far more complex than he had imagined. Roland originally thought that Valkries was a consciousness that coincidentally escaped from the memory fragment, but now another possibility had risen to the surface¡ªshe could have come from the real world! The name, ¡°Nightmare Lord,¡± first appeared in Ursrook¡¯s documents, and it was followed by a greeting, proving that the ¡°Nightmare Lord¡± was not a historical figure, and was still active in the higher-ranks of demons. Additionally, Roland had repeatedly watched the memory fragment numerous times, he hadn¡¯t heard any referral of her as a grand lord. If the demon language he learned from Kabradhabi was correct, this meant that the figure presiding over the rest at the time wasn¡¯t a grand lord yet. Combining Vakries¡¯ statement that she ¡°voluntarily entered the Realm of Mind¡± and the Pearl of the Northern Region¡¯s analysis of the situation at the frontline, Roland was becoming increasingly certain that his latter theory was right! In other words, the Valkries sitting in front of him had waded through at least eight hundred years of history. Her strength and knowledge had to be extremely rare among the demon race. If one counted her aberrant reaction to Lan, things went back even further. This type of discussion far exceeded the spirit that was copied from a memory fragment; even if they had not exchanged words at all, it was still equal to ruling out a grand lord ranked demon from the front line. Just this point alone had huge significance! ¡°I need to correct your words. First, I haven¡¯t captured you¡ªat least at the moment, you are free.¡± Roland pretended to be calm as he spoke. ¡°Second, intruding the Dream World is your subjective behavior, I don¡¯t think I have done anything wrong.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Valkries was speechless for a moment. Only after a long time did she stiffly release a sigh. ¡°You call this place the Dream World?¡± Pride made her find any humiliation intolerable, but at the same time, made her unable to make any illogical protest¡ªher speechlessness from before confirmed the Nightmare Lord¡¯s origin; she indeed came here voluntarily through the Realm of Mind. ¡°That¡¯s because I find myself in here every time I fall asleep. So in a certain sense, it is no different from dreaming.¡± ¡°Absurdity!¡± Valkries growled. Opening up a territory in the Realm of Mind not only required talent, but it needed a high focus of spiritual energy and a will of steel in order not to lose oneself in the sea of magic power. In the end this magically-disabled male could do this just by taking a nap? That¡¯s too unfair! ¡°Hello, this is your order, please enjoy.¡± At this moment, the waiter served their meals. The table was filled with various types of deserts and drinks, all of which looked mouth-watering. ¡°This is the truth.¡± After the waiter left, Rolant spread out his hands and said, ¡°Just as I said before, honesty benefits the both of us. I would not go as far as to lie to you about something like this. Moreover, what I just said wasn¡¯t the important point, the important point is the truth about the Battle of Divine Will¡­ and the future of all races. He picked up his chopsticks and made a gesture for her to help herself. ¡°We can talk about this while we eat.¡± Valkries confirmed another point. This male was different to all the humans she had met before. Who talks about matters regarding the future of their entire race while eating? If it was another normal person, they would have most likely be extremely grave, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. But he didn¡¯t seem like he was intentionally messing with her, as if to him, his behavior was completely normal. She raised that cup of murky Peninsula coffee and took a sip. In an instant, thick aromatic liquid slid down her throat. It was actually¡­ not bad. For some reason, she suddenly had a feeling that she had just lost. No, she must take control of the flow! Valkries forced herself to set down her cup and said in a low voice, ¡°Where did you hear that the Battle of Divine Will was not the Final Battle?¡± Roland dug out Lan¡¯s photo from his wallet and put it on the table. ¡°You¡¯ve seen her before, right?¡± As the picture of Lan which appeared in the video data left behind by the Reflection Church was likely one that happened before the establishment of the Union in terms of age, he intentionally got Ling to make herself look like Lan with makeup and see if the demon from the memory fragment made any reaction. Even though reality was a little different to what they expected, Valkries¡¯ shock at the time proved that she had indeed seen Lan. After a while the Nightmare Lord nodded. ¡°Who exactly is she?¡± ¡°A traitorous Oracle.¡± Roland slowly described the secret discussion in the Rose Caf¨¦ to her. After hearing those unbelievable words, even Valkries couldn¡¯t help but widen her eyes and stutter, ¡°Could it be that¡­ the Oracle that my mentor mentioned was her?¡± ¡°Mentor?¡± ¡°¡®Transformer¡¯ Heathtalese, she taught me many things¡­¡± After hesitating for a few moments, Valkries revealed Cloud School¡¯s past. ¡°Her failure to upgrade caused the unstable School to lose their last measure of protection.¡± ¡°So it was¡­ due to this¡­¡± Realization dawned on Roland. The intel of the two races was combined into one for the first time in history. He finally pieced everything together with the missing puzzle piece in his mind to reveal the full picture. ¡°Your Majesty, did you think of something?¡± Phyllis asked. ¡°Do you remember the portrait hanging on the wall at the meeting where the vow of the three queens took place in the Union?¡± Roland took a deep breath, ¡± I¡¯m afraid the person in the portrait was the high-level demon called Heathtalese.¡± ¡°What did¡­ you say?¡± ¡°The Union would enshrine the portrait of that demon?¡± ¡°How¡­ could this be possible?¡± The Taquila witches all revealed expressions of disbelief. ¡°If we thought about it according to the influence the Cloud School had in the first Battle of Divine Will, something like this happening isn¡¯t actually very strange. Since the demon in the school can become a grand lord, then it would have been normal for witches or normal people from the higher-ups to come from the school. I¡¯m guessing that before Heathtalese died, she always had suspicions about the Battle of Divine Will, right?¡± In certain people¡¯s eyes, such behavior was equivalent to standing on the humans¡¯ side. ¡°¡­I cannot deny that.¡± Valkries closed her eyes, ¡°She and the current king have had conflict, but the tides of war isn¡¯t something that one or two people can resist.¡± ¡°It is the same for humans,¡± Roland said calmly. ¡°The disbanded Cloud School is at most a cherished memory to people now, and when the outbreak of the second Battle of Divine Will comes, even this memory will cease to exist. That period of their history is not recorded in any scripts. It is highly likely that that the Three Chiefs destroyed all records¡ªa past where they coexisted with demons would make people hopeful, especially when the situation is bad, it would only eat away at humans¡¯ determination to resist, so the Cloud School must be forgotten as an undesired blemish!¡± Chapter 1317 - Battle of the Legacies Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Because you humans are short-lived and forgetful¡­¡± Valkries seemed to had found her sense of superiority once more. She subconsciously raised her cup of coffee again. ¡°After another ten or twenty years, history will be replaced by lies. However, something like this is unimaginable for my long-lived race. You people seem to have completely forgotten that no matter how much comforting lies are, they are ultimately still lies.¡± ¡°That makes the two of us,¡± Roland said unyieldingly. ¡°Didn¡¯t you guys also intentionally ignore Heathtalese¡¯s warning? Apart from the witnesses at the time, I¡¯m afraid that none of the demons of the new generation know of this event, right?¡± Valkries opened her mouth but couldn¡¯t find a suitable reply. In the end she could only take another sip of coffee, which was almost the same as agreeing. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be a bad idea for us to make a guess.¡± He pulled the conversation back to the traitorous Oracle. ¡°Perhaps the blurry silhouette that ¡®Transformer¡¯ saw a thousand years ago is the same person as Lan from the Dream World. Unfortunately your mentor couldn¡¯t receive a definite hint as she was unable to form a stable territory in the Realm of Mind.¡± ¡°You believe the Oracle¡¯s words?¡± ¡°I believe what I see with my own eyes¡ªthe world is being eroded by enemies who call themselves the servants of god, and the relics of past civilizations have certainly been discovered in reality. I don¡¯t know where all the victorious civilizations went, but the truth is, they have never returned, don¡¯t you find that very strange?¡± ¡°Perhaps there is a utopia that is more suitable for an advanced race to live in¡ª¡± ¡°Like the Fountain of Magic, for example?¡± Roland said mockingly. ¡°Upgrading is one path to become god; yet, once you have become god, there is no way of returning back to your hometown. What type of god is that? Also when you are close to the Fountain of Magic¡ªwhich is the Erosion rupture, does it really make you feel wonderful and content? If that were the case, you would have jumped in ages ago.¡± This bastard¡­ ordered the witches to follow me on that journey after all , Valkries thought indignantly but couldn¡¯t refute his words. At the time when she stood before the scarlet red rupture, the only thing she felt was an extreme sense of danger. ¡°Even if you¡¯re right, what can you change?¡± The Nightmare Lord spoke in a low voice after a long period of silence. ¡°It¡¯s all too late. If you were a member of the Cloud School and you made this guess a thousand years earlier, you may have had the chance to turn the tables. But when our race received the legacy of the third civilization, war could no longer be avoided.¡± The third civilization¡­ this was probably the underground civilization. Roland subconsciously spoke slower, ¡°These so-called legacies¡­ what on earth do you mean?¡± Valkries looked stunned momentarily, then she laughed softly. ¡°What? It turns out you guys have never received a legacy shard before after all.¡± ¡°Answer His Majesty¡¯s question!¡± Phyllis ordered in a low voice. ¡°We don¡¯t need some shard, His Majesty¡¯s knowledge alone is enough!¡± ¡°Only uncultivated monsters like you would start a war over a small stone!¡± Just when Roland thought that the Nightmare Lord would refuse to answer the question, she spoke, ¡°I will tell you¡ªand then you will understand, why trying to turn the tables now is no longer possible. As soon as you taste the sweetness of a legacy, civilization will never forget the delightful sensation, they will only crave more.¡± She paused and looked at the witches next to Roland. ¡°You are the best examples right now¡ªif humans were to give up all the changes that the Graycastle king had brought about, would you?¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± ¡°Correct, the legacy shard is merely a way to inherit.¡± Valkries¡¯ words confirmed all the hypotheses that Roland had made until now. ¡°You acquire knowledge from here and pass it down to the humans, that is the same as the humans receiving the legacy of Dream World. But the effect of a shard is more thorough and complete¡ªit isn¡¯t just specific to one individual, it applies to the entire civilization.¡± Next, Valkries revealed what happened one hundred years after the end of the first Battle of Divine Will in the ¡°Path of Reconciliation.¡± That was a war that the Union never knew of, the ¡®Final War.¡¯ ¡°You probably know this, but once upon a time the third civilization left their mark on over half of the continent¡ªif it was said that my clan occupied the Blackstone domain, while humans occupied the Land of Dawn and the second civilization occupied the Sky-sea Realm, then the third civilization would be the owner of the underground world. They were like earthworms, their bodies were extremely weak but they had a unique knack for magic power. ¡°Unfortunately, these guys had bad luck and touched something they shouldn¡¯t have touched. When they were burrowing tunnels all over the mountains, they encountered a fissure in the stratum which penetrated directly from the Blackstone region to the Sky-sea Realm. It¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t understand, you only need to know that they inadvertently broke through the barrier that separated their den from the Sky-sea Realm. The latter took advantage of this and invaded the Blackstone region, slaughtering numerous and making them suffer one defeat after another. ¡°If we could have lended a hand, they might have had hope of survival. However to our race, it was also the perfect time to verify the legacy rumor. So the King, who at the time had not upgraded yet, lead a party and did a pincer attack from behind on the second civilization who were escaping among the chaos. At the same time, the King blocked the Ghost Ravine. ¡°The Ghost Ravine was located between two mountain peaks, it was about half the size of the Fertile Plains, and on the two sides ran a thousand-mile underground river and staggered ground. The bottom of the ravine was so varied that one moment it was an underground cavern and the next it was an open hill. As much as the earthworms were good at burrowing, they couldn¡¯t hide their tracks completely. ¡°This war lasted almost ten years, the number of Primal Demons demons of our clan that perished in this war was more than in the first Battle of Divine Will under the hands of humans. The outcome in the end was that both the King and the Sky-sea Realm received a part of the legacy shard.¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but hold his breath, even though he didn¡¯t want to show how much he really wanted to know as it would please Valkries, this information made him momentarily forget to control his expression. ¡°And then?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no more.¡± ¡°What¡ª?¡± ¡°I meant the coffee.¡± Valkries licked her lips. ¡°You were the one who said to talk while we ate, right?¡± Roland was immediately speechless. They were already at this point and she was still trying to take hold of the conversation. Should he describe her as too competitive, or too proud? But he let his unspoken criticism remain unspoken and immediately called the waiter and ordered three cups of Peninsula coffee. ¡°You can continue now.¡± ¡°Reconciliation wasn¡¯t actually very complicated. the King placed the shard he acquired together with the legacy shard of our race, and the two combined into one¡ªin that moment, we took over everything they once had: language, wisdom, magical skill¡­ even life,¡± the Nightmare Lord said slowly. ¡°The surviving ¡®earthworms¡¯ wilted away and died, whilst the power of our clansmen made a qualitative leap. It was as if a veil was lifted on magic; multifarious pieces of knowledge emerged in our minds. It didn¡¯t matter if we wanted to accept it or not, but we couldn¡¯t deny one point¡ªour race was far more powerful than it was during the first Battle of Divine Will. ¡°From that moment, nobody doubted the gift from god. Just as I said, once this feeling is experienced once, it will never be forgotten.¡± She raised a new cup of coffee and said, ¡°Now you realize what I mean by being too late, right? It doesn¡¯t matter what you received from the Dream World; as soon as they acquire the human legacy shard, this will all end up in the victor¡¯s hands. You want to use the traitorous Oracle¡¯s warning to stop this war? That will just be a waste of effort.¡± Something that even her mentor, Heathtalese, couldn¡¯t accomplish couldn¡¯t be done by a human male. ¡°Indeed¡­¡± Roland sighed. ¡°But I have never planned on using the warning to stop the war.¡± ¡°¡­What are you trying to say?¡± Valkries furrowed her brows. ¡°The only thing that can stop war is war itself.¡± He said with his eyes locked onto hers. Chapter 1318 - A Fifty-fifty Decision Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Are you sure you can win?¡± The Nightmare Lord didn¡¯t avoid his gaze. They stared at each other for a long time before Roland replied, ¡°Of course I can win this war¡ªgive it another century, even if you hide in the Blackstone region, you¡¯ll still be wiped out by humans. But I can¡¯t wait that long, the Oracle¡¯s warning indicates that a crisis is imminent, I must arrive at the Bottomless Land as soon as possible and I need your help to do so.¡± ¡°Wh¡­ What?¡± ¡°Help me defeat the demons faster¡ªi.e., your Western Front army.¡± Roland crossed one leg over the other. ¡°For example, tell me how you process God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, the abilities of the King and the grand lords, the weak points of Spider Demons. This was also why I reached out to you personally. Anything you can think of¡ª¡± Bang! Valkries slammed her hand onto the table and coffee splashed out from the cups. ¡°Don¡¯t get too cocky, human male!¡± she said, forcefully suppressing her voice. ¡°You can kill me, but don¡¯t expect me to kneel before you and beg for mercy, and even more so, don¡¯t think that I¡¯ll betray my race! Help you defeat the Western Front army? Dream on!¡± ¡°Insolence!¡± ¡°Do not show such rudeness in front of His Majesty!¡± The witches almost yelled in unison and in an instant the two sides were ready to launch into a fight. The temperature of the mood seemed to drop to freezing point. ¡°What the hell are they doing over at that table?¡± The muttering of other people in the restaurant at nearby tables could be heard. ¡°A couple¡¯s quarrel?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ the numbers clearly don¡¯t fit.¡± ¡°But speaking of which, the girls beside him are gorgeous!¡± ¡°That Peninsula girl is clearly better, okay? Damn that guy, who exactly is he?¡± ¡°So envious¡­¡± In his mind, Roland silently rolled his eyes. The murderous intent was practically overflowing all around him; there wasn¡¯t an inkling of romance in it at all! ¡°Enough, let¡¯s all control ourselves.¡± He pretended to unconcernedly wave his hand for Phyllis and the others to hold their attack, and then leaned back on the bench and looked down at the Nightmare Lord. ¡°Don¡¯t you think that rejecting reality is betraying your race more?¡± ¡°Reality?¡± ¡°Correct!¡± Roland voice suddenly turned grim. ¡°If the Oracle¡¯s warning was not a lie, then there are only two paths that lay in front of all civilizations: One is going through with the Battle of Divine Will to the very end. Two is end this never-ending war once and for all through the Realm of Mind! And as for the consequences of your choice, don¡¯t tell me you have no idea!¡± Not giving her a chance to retort, he raised his voice a little, ¡°After staying in the Dream World for so long, you should be clear how much I can raise the overall strength of humans. If a new legacy shard doesn¡¯t appear, it is impossible for you to face us with your race¡¯s current strength! If our war drags on for decades, how many people will your race have to sacrifice and how large of a price will you have to pay? Unless, that is what you wish to see?¡± ¡°Then they will be dying honorably on the battlefield¡ª¡± ¡°No, they¡¯ll be dying for a meaningless lie!¡± Roland corrected. ¡°And because of the existence of legacy shards, this war will never rest. Hatred and suspicion will spread the flames of war to the Blackstone region, until your race ceases to exist! The only person who can stop that from happening is me. Once I am gone, the eradication of demons will be inevitable. In comparison to losing one front line army, isn¡¯t it obvious which decision will benefit your race more?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Valkries¡¯ face was ashen, she didn¡¯t say anything. ¡°In reality, it¡¯s likely that we are almost out of time, if we miss the chance to end the war, then there will be no way out.¡± He uncrossed his legs, leaned slightly forward and said, ¡°Are you still holding onto your original decision?¡± After a long period of silence, the Nightmare Lord said coldly, ¡°Human male, why should I believe you? According to the Oracle¡¯s words, once you become god, who can guarantee that you will let our race off? Just from the words you just said?¡± ¡°You have no other choice. On the one hand is the possibility of continuation, and on the other hand is certain doom, that¡¯s all.¡± Roland softened his tone. ¡°The goal of war has already changed, what was impossible in the past is possible now, as long as you think about it from another perspective, then both races can live on.¡± Valkries pressed her lips together and didn¡¯t speak. Roland didn¡¯t wait until she did. ¡°I know this is a difficult decision, so I don¡¯t expect you to reply immediately. You can go back now.¡± She raised her head, not daring to believe her ears. ¡°¡­That¡¯s it?¡± ¡°Otherwise? Should I tie you up and torture you or should I directly kill you? I¡¯ve said so¡­ at least at the moment, you are free.¡± Roland dug out his phone. ¡°Oh yes, tell me your number so I can inform you about the war on the north side as soon as possible. This might help you make your decision¡ªdon¡¯t forget, the future of the demons is in your hands.¡± Although completely unwilling, Valkries handed over her phone number in the end. Just when she was about to stand up and leave, Roland called out to her. ¡°I still want to ask you a question¡ªDo you think that the Transformer from a thousand years ago did the wrong thing?¡± Valkries¡¯ figure halted for a moment, then left the restaurant without looking back. ¡°Your Majesty, are you really going to let a grand demon lord move about freely in the Dream World?¡± Phyllis asked worriedly. ¡°That¡¯s not the case.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°Didn¡¯t you gals notice? She is already not the grand demon lord she once was.¡± A demon who had lost their magic stone without dying immediately, but instead gained a corresponding identity could only mean one thing. ¡°She is now already one with the Dream World.¡± Roland was certain that humans would achieve victory, but doing so in one hundred years or in ten years was different. He needed to leave the demons in pain with the shortest amount of time possible and get them to completely lose the will to resist, cleaning out a path to the Bottomless Land. The Nightmare Lord was no more than a card in his hand¡ªno matter what decision she made, she couldn¡¯t change his decision. But likewise, nobody would complain of having too many cards in their hand at such an critical juncture. If they could win over an ex-grand demon lord, then the pressure on their First Army would undeniably lessen. After all, time was what he currently lacked the most. ¡­ ¡°The winner iiiiiissssss¡ªFei Yuhan!¡± The entire arena burst into a thunderous applause. She waved her hands at the tens of thousands of people in the audience, descended from the battle ring amidst the never-ending camera flashes, and entered the contestants¡¯ lounge. This was a ¡®competition¡¯ where the outcome had been decided long ago. Even though the opponent didn¡¯t intentionally go easy on her as according to the Defender¡¯s orders, she still KO¡¯d them within a minute into the match. In the past, ascending the stage like this didn¡¯t give her any pleasure at all. But this time it was different, because she saw Valkries, who had left for a long time, return to the arena. A number of hours earlier, Valkries left the arena at almost the same time as Roland. After she finished changing, Fei Yuhan boarded the Association¡¯s bus and waited quietly for Valkries¡¯ return. The anticipation in her heart never rested, she had never experienced such a feeling. When Valkries appeared in her view, she could even hear the thumping of her own heartbeat. As Fei Yuhan had predicted, Valkries sat in the seat beside her. ¡°I won the competition today.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ congratulations.¡± Valkries said a little absent-mindedly. For Valkries, this was rare behavior. ¡°Thank you. It¡¯s a pity you didn¡¯t sign up for the contest; otherwise, I would have been able to properly appreciate the strength of an outstanding martial artist from Cargarde Peninsula.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll get a chance,¡± Valkries replied. ¡°Of course, a chance will come.¡± Fei Yuhan gave a small smile. Even without carefully observing her behavior, she could tell that Valkries was paying her lip service. But since she knew that Valkries came from another world, and that world seemed to be extremely ancient and technologically behind, she could all together use more direct methods to attain information. Once the people returning to the sanatorium had all boarded the bus, the bus¡¯s engine started. When the bus entered the suburban area, Fei Yuhan quietly reached out her finger towards Valkries¡¯ handbag¡ªshe had bought this bag for Valkries as a hospital discharge gift and checked all over the bag innumerable times before she gave it to her. Thus, she knew the shape of the bag like the back of her hand. There was an unfinished section between the main road and the new road of the city, but this didn¡¯t affect the traffic. At worst, there were some tremors in the ground that raised dust. In the instant when the tires rolled over the bumpy surface of the ground, a streak of condensed Force of Nature appeared at her fingertips and lightly stroked down. It was as if it was a natural pullback. An ordinary decorative flap from the bag dropped into her hand. Hidden inside was a tiny recording device. ¡°Ultra long battery life, small and exquisite, filtered background noise, guaranteed quality.¡± That was the advertisement that the online store made when she bought the sound recorder on the Internet. It was time to put it to the test. Chapter 1319 - Free Will Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After she returned to the sanatorium room, Fei Yuhan locked the door from the inside and took out the recording device that was embedded in the decorative flap. It was about the size of a grain that couldn¡¯t play sound by itself. She needed to insert it into a special reader to hear its recorded content. After transferring the data into her laptop, she found the sound file recorded at the time closest to when Valkries left the arena and pressed play. Bzzt¡­ Bzzt¡­ ¡°We meet once more, Miss Valkries.¡± Roland¡¯s voice could be heard. Here it comes. Fei Yuhan upturned the corner of her mouth and boiled herself a cup of hot tea. She was going to thoroughly enjoy the results of her long planning. ¡­ Before the owner managed to take a sip, the steaming tea slowly cooled down until it was ice-cold once more. Even though she had a premonition ages ago, the things that she heard still far exceeded her expectations! When she pressed the stop button, Fei Yuhan¡¯s discovered that even her fingertip was trembling slightly. For a long-time famous martial artist, this could be counted as a loss of control over her body! She finally knew why a hunter like Roland had cracked his wine glass that evening at the party¡ªif this involved the secrets of god, it would have been unusual if he hadn¡¯t been perturbed. The idea that the Dream World was created, civilizations battling for their survival, the continuity and connection between the two worlds, a guardian traversing the Realm of Mind¡­ Could there be anything more unbelievable than this? Originally, Roland¡¯s and Valkries¡¯ choice to discuss in a cafe disappointed Fei Yuhan a little, but the contents of their discussion were so shocking that after she finished listening she realized that even if the things they said were stated formally and seriously, others would still view it as nonsense. Even so, Fei Yuhan didn¡¯t think what the two talked about was false. If Roland started putting on an act the day after she began secretly observing him, then that would have been too much of a stretch. If this world was really manufactured by humans then she was most likely the first to discover the truth behind the scenes¡ª ¡°Ha¡­¡± Fei Yuhan laughed softly. This feeling was¡­ so satisfying! As for the Oracle¡¯s question of ¡°fiction or reality¡±, it did not concern her at all. Nobody knew better than herself that she was definitely a living, breathing being. Whether it was her gestures and actions, or every idea that emerged in her mind¡ªeverything came from her own will. It was the same this time, with her taking the initiative to pry into the outsiders¡¯ secrets. So what if Roland was one of the creators of the world? If planets were created by cosmic energy and elementary particles, it would make little difference if the former was replaced with a person. Fei Yuhan leaned back into her chair, letting her body quiver as she enjoyed this feeling of pleasure which she had not felt for a while. Only after a long time did her excitement slowly ease back into calmness. In theory, she should report to the Martialist Association regarding the intel about the gods seeking to destroy the world and the nature of the Fallen Evils. However, due to the immense scope and how it could basically rewrite history, she decided to observe for a bit longer. After all, apart from the discussion between the two, she didn¡¯t have a single piece of solid evidence in her hands. She could also not rule out the possibility that they were both severely hysterical drug addicts. She had heard of urban legends that from the second year of junior high, people had the potential to gain telepathy and resonate with others of their kind. Even though the likelihood of such situations was very low, it wouldn¡¯t be bad to guard against it. It was a good thing that Valkries had already formally established a communication method with Roland, that way the chances of spying on their secrets would increase. Currently the thing that interested Fei Yuhan the most was the world that the two originally came from. For example, the women who referred to Roland as ¡°His Majesty¡±. If they could enter the Dream World, could she take a look at what the world was like on their side too? ¡­Take a look at the supposed¡­ reality. ¡­ ¡°Where did you run off to?¡± Garcia glared discontentedly at Roland. ¡°What about your promise to watch the game with Zero?¡± ¡°Sorry¡­ I had to report some things to the Association, I didn¡¯t have a choice either.¡± Roland rubbed the back of his head. He was in the wrong in this matter, so he capitulated very readily. In order for him and Valkries to return at different times, he intentionally dawdled at the restaurant for a little longer and, when he left, it was already evening rush hour. This resulted in causing the two to wait at the arena¡¯s gate for half an hour longer. ¡°If it wasn¡¯t because I still have patrolling work to do, I would have ditched you ages ago,¡± Garcia said angrily. ¡°Take the little girl out to a nice meal to make it up to her.¡± She patted Zero¡¯s head. Zero nodded and trotted to Roland¡¯s side. When she reached there, she even gave Garcia a bow and said, ¡°Thank you, Big Sister!¡± ¡°If he mistreats you, you must tell me.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± This brat, pretending to be so docile in front of outsiders. Roland couldn¡¯t help but curse her inwardly. Yet, on the surface, he said enthusiastically, ¡°Relax, leave it all to me. Oh yeah, do you want me to bring you some as well?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need,¡± Garcia waved her hand magnanimously. ¡°You guys go first, I¡¯m going back to the arena now.¡± ¡°Sorry to trouble you today.¡± After he bade farewell to Garcia, he shrugged his shoulders at Zero. ¡°Let¡¯s go, there¡¯s a shopping mall ahead; you can eat whatever you want today.¡± ¡°¡®Kay,¡± Zero said unenthusiastically. Strange, wouldn¡¯t she usually leap at this opportunity to eat her fill? Roland was baffled. Why did she suddenly become so silent? ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Was today¡¯s competition boring?¡± ¡°No, it was a lot better than watching it on TV¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s good then. Once you come back from the holidays, I¡¯ll take you to watch a few more live competitions. I am a member of the Association after all, it shouldn¡¯t be too difficult to get tickets.¡± They crossed the road along the sidewalk and walked side by side on the streets. The snow beneath their feet had already melted from all the people walking over it, their only presence was the small crackling noises under their shoes. But more snow floated down from the night sky, and it was dyed into brilliant colors by the ceaselessly flashing neon lights. If this continued, the city tomorrow morning was likely to become a plain of whiteness once more. Slowly, Zero fell a step behind him. Roland felt the corner of his clothes catch onto something. He stopped walking and looked back in surprise. The little girl was pulling at the corner of his clothes with her head lowered. She didn¡¯t say a single word. ¡°What¡¯s wrong¡­¡± Roland was stunned for a moment. ¡°Uh, I was wrong for not accompanying you, but work¡­¡± Zero shook her head. ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t want to go back.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want to go back to my hometown, Uncle.¡± She raised her head, bit her lip and said, ¡°Can I continue living at your place for the two-month holiday? I¡¯ll find a way to pay the rent, I¡¯ve scraped together money for buying groceries before, I¡¯ll definitely be faster this time, I promise I will pay you on time every time. I¡­¡± Looking at the the small girl who seemed to had just mustered up her courage, Roland couldn¡¯t speak for a moment. The memory of peeking at the writing in her diary emerged in his mind. He suddenly felt that he was in the wrong. It was no secret that Zero¡¯s family was estranged. He could tell from her daily mannerisms and spendings on food and clothing that her family was very likely extremely harsh and strict to her. But Roland never intervened or intentionally tried to maintain their current relationship either. Because she was the other creator of this world. In order to let the Dream World keep functioning as it always had, maintaining inertia was undoubtedly the most stable method. This was also why he didn¡¯t immediately get Zero to join the Association after she awoke. Will changing the current situation increase the chances of awakening her other side? If she turned back into a Pure Witch, what changes will occur to this world? He had always been guarding against something like that from happening. But Roland had overlooked the feelings of Zero, a fifteen year-old girl. ¡°Do you really believe that this world is fictional?¡± When Lan asked him this, he gave a negative answer. But his treatment of Zero contradicted his words. ¡°I¡­ I can¡¯t¡­?¡± The courage the little girl managed to muster slowly faded away and her voice became smaller and smaller. ¡°You should know that I¡¯m not actually your legal guardian. If I let you stay in the apartment, it would be fine for one or two days, but after a period of time your family will definitely come knocking on the door. When that time comes, no matter how unwilling you are, it would be impossible for you to continue living here. I would get into quite a bit of trouble too.¡± The light in Zero¡¯s eyes dimmed. ¡°But there is a way that we can get around this.¡± Roland said as he squatted down and brushed away the snow on her shoulders. ¡°Really?¡± She abruptly swung her head up. ¡°All you have to do is join the Martialist Association. The Association is an Awakened¡¯s legal hosting facility at all times; as long as you decide to stay, nobody can force you to change your mind, even if you are underage,¡± Roland said with a smile. ¡°This is the privilege of a martial artist¡­ so, do you want to become a martial artist?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± ¡°But even if you do join the Association, you still have to attend school¡ªdon¡¯t think you can just drop out of school because of this.¡± He raised his eyebrows. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about competitions and stuff. If you don¡¯t like fighting, it¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t participate.¡± His last words seemed to lift a burden off Zero¡¯s shoulders. She breathed in deeply and nodded her head with vigor. ¡°Then I¡¯ll join.¡± ¡°Okay, when we get back I¡¯ll fill out an application form for you. After that, you can live wherever you want.¡± ¡°Can I live in 0825?¡± Roland extended a hand to her. ¡°Of course.¡± The inertia had been broken. What happened next may be unknown¡­ ¡­but it would be a result of a decision made out of free will. Under the snowflakes, the two blended into the sea of pedestrians and walked towards the city square which was alit under the night sky. Chapter 1320 - High-energy Experiment (Part 1) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations When he woke up from the Dream World the following noon, Roland received a genuinely good piece of news. The Ministries of Engineering and Construction had finally completed the setting up of the required site and the equipment necessary for the ¡°Glory of the Sun¡± plan. In theory, 52 kilograms was enough to reach critical mass required of spherical Uranium-235, so the purity of the element was not the biggest hurdle for them. Lucia had been busy the entire time so they had already accumulated over a hundred kilograms of pure Uranium inside the Research Institute of High Energy Physics. However, just piling the Uranium-235 together was not enough to release the full power of the fission reaction unless a staggering amount of energy was added to it. If they did that though, its safety and practicality would drop dramatically; thus, they had catalyze its effects through special configurations. The other important point in the plan was testing the explosions. After all, theory and calculations were one thing, carrying it out was another. When transitioning from an experimental device to an actual product, it was almost impossible to succeed in one go. According to the statistics, the failed trials of the various weaponry that Roland had developed for the First Army numbered all in the double digits, and this was with the help of blueprints and the witches. The ¡°Glory of the Sun¡± plan needed to be more special. The creations, modifications, and trials of other weapons could be performed in the same place, but fission reactions could certainly not. No matter if it resulted in success or a failure, it would always result in a piece of land becoming a forbidden zone. In fact, just searching and surveying the test site took almost a month. Although the Fertile Plains was vast, it was obviously not a suitable test site for the explosion as Neverwinter was planning on further development in that direction. There were many small islands in Fjords as well, but they were too far away. The pressure that sea transportation faced was already immense and it would be difficult to find more ships to transport the various equipment needed. It seemed that the most suitable location would be the uninhabited desert in the south, but Roland took the fact that relics of the ¡°Match Men¡± were once buried there into account and after prolonged hesitation, he rejected it in the end as he was concerned about its future development and utilization. In the end, the explosion test site was allocated to the west of the Great Snow Mountain¡ªthe location of the ex-demon outpost camps. Even though there was a possibility of encountering demons and demonic beasts over there, the risk was within an acceptable range. At the same time, whether it was successful or not, the test explosion would always leave behind a polluted area, which would actually increase the safety of the Neverwinter¡¯s rear. Only after they overcame these two hurdles would they be qualified for nuclear testing. ¡°Your Majesty, please bring me too.¡± ¡°And me as well!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think I need to say any more; as long as it¡¯s a weapon that can kill demons, I need to take a look at it no matter what!¡± ¡°Uh¡­¡± Roland had also received entreaties from the Third Border City at the same time as he received the news. Looking at the three ¡®huge faces¡¯ squished together in the light curtain across him, he could not help but wipe the sweat from his forehead. ¡°This is only a test for the experimental device, we¡¯re still far from testing the real weapon.¡± The ¡°Glory of the Sun had never left the minds of Pasha and Celine ever since Roland explained it to the Taquila witches. However, he didn¡¯t expect that even Alethea would join in; there was even a hint of adoration in her voice. ¡°If it¡¯s really as you describe, that it would be enough to light up the dark clouds above the humans, then I hope I can see the birth of this device from the beginning to the end.¡± Pasha lowered her main tentacles. ¡°I contributed quite a bit to the creation of the core unit of the Glory of the Sun, you can¡¯t just leave one of the planners behind, right?¡± Celine added. ¡°But there are no underground passages from the Great Snow Mountain to the experiment observation location¡­¡± ¡°No need to worry about that. There is no sun during the Months of Demons, we can be active outside for longer than usual,¡± Alethea hastily replied, as if frightened that a word of objection would come out of his mouth. ¡°And the passage that Fran burrowed last time is still there, we definitely wouldn¡¯t catch anyone¡¯s attention when we leave the city.¡± Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Roland exchanged glances with Anna. Anna smiled and nodded at him. Since the three had supplicated him to this extent, it would be unreasonable to disagree. ¡°Then, I¡¯ll get the construction team to leave spaces for you in the bunker. Remember to bring a few God¡¯s Punishment Witches with you and travel safely.¡± ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty!¡± the three exclaimed delightedly. Watching the scene before him, Roland felt some strange emotions. In his previous life, nuclear weapons were often viewed as a device of self-destruction. Countless literary works and biographies described it as the sword of Damocles hanging over the head of mankind. But here, it was instead viewed as a ray of hope¡ªin times of darkness, only strength could shield civilization and cut through the thorns. He looked at Anna. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± ¡­ Fifty kilometers to the northwest of the Great Snow Mountain. The snow here was a lot stronger here than Neverwinter; not only did it completely cover the land that had been eroded by demons, but it also made the construction of the bunker more difficult than usual. Fortunately, through the help of the powerful God¡¯s Punishment Witches, the construction team was able to settle down in this deserted place. In order to guarantee construction quality, all the members of the construction team were the elite of the Northern expedition group. After they went through the bloody slaughter on the Fertile Plains, the harsh weather didn¡¯t count as a very grim enemy. Moreover, they received a notice before they set off that this was the most serious top secret construction project from Neverwinter that involved the future of their homes and kingdom, adding on the huge compensation that the Administrative Office promised them. Every person was pumped with energy. If it had been Graycastle in the past, no matter how much the nobilities forced them they would not be able to get their subordinates to establish a camp in this sort of place. It took Roland and his companions almost two days to reach the test explosion site. After they entered the command post that was half-buried in the ground, the scenery in the room changed once more¡ªa thick brick wall blocked out the wind and snow outside, the blazing fireplace crackled away, and the various project leaders held their oil lamps aloft, checking their tasks against the chart, appearing extremely busy. Seeing his arrival, everybody stopped and saluted one after another, ¡°Greetings, Your Majesty!¡± ¡°Continue on with your work.¡± Roland waved and then looked towards Karl Van Bate. ¡°How¡¯s the situation over here?¡± ¡°We haven¡¯t discovered any traces of demons in the past month,¡± Karl replied. ¡°They have probably abandoned this place completely. As for the demonic beasts, we see a couple dozen from time to time, but they don¡¯t pose any threat to the garrison troops. The test explosion platform and simulation equipment have all been finished, if you have no other instructions, they meet all the requirements of the plan.¡± ¡°Where is the test explosion platform?¡± ¡°To the north, fifteen kilometers from here,¡± Karl said while pointing to the map. ¡°You can¡¯t see it from the command post. The snow has piled up too high here, even if it were three stories high, it would still be blocked by the snow.¡± ¡°No matter, we¡¯ll naturally see it when it explodes.¡± Roland smiled, turned towards Anna and said, ¡°Then let us begin the first test explosion.¡± In order to verify that it could be used, the two had prepared at least three configurations for testing in the last six months. This one was the simplest one, the gun configuration. Chapter 1321 - High-energy Experiment (Part 2) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Fifteen kilometres away. The steel-framed tower stood tall in the middle of the white plain of snow. It looked as if it didn¡¯t belong to this time period; its organized and dense structure, the icicles that hung from the beams and cables, and the layers upon layers of barbed wire wrapped around it couldn¡¯t help but betray the beauty of the construction work. Hundreds of people bustled around the tower, making the necessary preparations before the explosion. Because the entire apparatus was almost ten tonnes and Hummingbird had gone to the front lines, they were unable to assemble the entire thing in Neverwinter; instead, the parts were transported to the test site separately and then assembled onsite. Fortunately, it¡¯s structure was very simple. They had considered the need for transportation during the design process, so the requirements for workers were not high. This was also where ¡°Glory of the Sun¡± differed from the other weapons¡ªeven though they had already completed setting up the site and the equipment, they still needed to spend one or two days to complete the final preparations. At this moment, Roland and Anna were standing at the top of the tower, giving out instructions for the assembly work. ¡°Next is the No. 3 core component, pay attention to the direction of the connector, be careful not to bump it!¡± ¡°Everybody follow my command! Three, two, one!¡± Following the construction captain¡¯s call, a long, silver-white cylinder was slowly pushed into the apparatus. Only after the completion of this step did Roland slowly heave a sigh of relief. Inside the body of the round cylinder was the main energy source of the test explosion: two separate Uranium-235 cylinders, each weighing 20 kg. When the two were combined, they formed a total mass of 40 kg. The mass had to be below the limit of 53 kg, the critical mass. Theoretically, an extremely intense fission reaction would not occur but it would resemble something like he described previously. After all, the critical mass was not a set, unchanging number. Conditions such as shape, temperature, and pressure could all affect this number. This was also why a nuclear weapon created from just purely piling the materials had basically no practical value in war. For example, a spherical 52kg Uranium-235 seemed pretty stable, but in reality it was like a volcano on the brink of eruption. Even a small bump or jolt would push it over the limit. Similarly, although using several small pieces of Uranium was safe, it would multiply the difficulty in triggering the explosion. It would indeed exceed the critical mass in the instant all the pieces combine into one, but the high temperatures produced from the fission reaction would cause the pieces of Uranium to rapidly expand and the distortion would reduce its density. The intense explosion would push the original materials outwards, causing the reaction to stop in the middle. In summary, a suitable configuration not only needed the Uranium to reach a supercritical mass, it had to be able to maintain this state for as long as possible, in order to release the full power of the fission reaction. The gun configuration was called the ¡®gun¡¯ configuration because its principles were extremely similar to an old-fashioned cannon. Through the detonation of an explosive, a Uranium bullet would be violently smashed into another piece of Uranium. Under immense pressures, the density of the Uranium piece would rapidly increase. Even if the mass of the Uranium was a little lower, it would still be able to become supercritical. When the outer shell of the apparatus was connected, Anna personally inserted a can with a radioactive warning label into the designated tail port. That was the last essential component of this test explosion trial. There was a moment when Roland almost felt like he got pricked by something in the face, he even stopped breathing for a half a beat. ¡°Polonium Beryllium neutron source¡±. Just like its name described, it provided the fission reaction with a large amount of free neutrons, which was the most direct way to lower the critical mass. Inside the metal canister that resembled a ring-pop can was a row of hollow spheres¡ªevery sphere was around the size of a table tennis ball and at their core was a polonium ball shaped like a marble wrapped firmly in gold foil surrounded by a ring of honeycombed beryllium sheets. When the Uranium pieces collide, it would also smash the small can at the bottom of the barrel and all the hollow spheres would be compressed to be thinner than paper by the detonated explosive fuel gas. After the gold foil breaks, the beryllium sheets would stick closely to the polonium balls and accept the alpha particles from the latter, firing several times as many neutrons in turn. These neutrons participated in the Uranium-235 fission reaction and, if lucky, the system would be able to use up more materials before the reaction stopped and dramatically increase the power output of the nuclear weapon. Because the half-life of Polonium-210 was only 138 days, providing a replaceable port was an essential design. Moreover, leaving neutrons in the weapon for too long was extremely dangerous, as after all, Polonium released neutrons just from contact. As soon as there was a rupture in the gold foil, the consequences would be unthinkable. After the Polonium Beryllium neutron source was loaded into the principle device, the apparatus would turn from a mild and harmless object to a monster that could engulf every single person present at any moment. Even though Roland knew that what he felt was just his imagination¡ªit was impossible for humans to sense the change in the number of neutrons in the environment¡ªnevertheless, his breathing still relaxed subconsciously. Only at this step had all the pre-detonation preparation been completed for the experimental device. Anna held his hand tightly. ¡°You can pass the command now.¡± Under her calm and stable gaze, Roland gave a very slight nod of his head. No matter what the result, at least the ¡°Glory of the Sun¡± plan had come this far. And after they took this step, humankind would advance to a whole new frontier. He looked towards personal guard. ¡°Pass my command: Notify the command post that we will begin the six-hour countdown until ignition!¡± [6:00] ¡°Wu¡ªwu¡ªwu¡ªwu¡ª¡± ¡°Unit One has entered the firing stage, I repeat, Unit One has entered the firing stage. All staff in the site, please immediately pack your belongings and leave the site as practiced in the drill! Attention, this is not a drill, the test explosion site will close down in one hour. All personnel must evacuate to the safe region within an hour!¡± Very quickly, evacuation announcements and sirens filled the entire site. ¡°Hurry, everybody gather in the open area in front of the tower, do not leave a single person behind!¡± ¡°Construction Team 2 reporting numbers, one, two, three¡­¡± ¡°Locking the main gate of the test explosion site!¡± ¡°All members of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches team are present, beginning group evacuation.¡± The silent snow plain was now rowdy as people shouted in the midst of the repeated warnings and sirens. It made the atmosphere turn tense and serious. Everybody knew that they were about to witness a never-seen-before experiment. [3:00] Inside the command post, Roland and Anna dug out two pairs of keys and opened the lid of the console together. They pressed down all of the switches and the corresponding green lights on the console lit up. ¡°Sending power from the main cable!¡± ¡°Mystery Moon No.1 is working normally, the load is rising stably.¡± ¡°Switch to Line One now.¡± ¡°Understood, Line One is connected, current flow to the device is normal!¡± The observers loudly reported the situation of the detonation system until the last green light lit up, which meant the current had already passed through several booster cycles to a platform fifteen kilometers away. [1:00] An alarm also sounded over the command post, which meant that there was only one hour left till detonation. All the doors and windows of the bunker were closed and candle lights pinched one by one in order to avoid accidents due to the shaking from the explosion. The higher-ups from Neverwinter entered their designated observatories. According to Roland¡¯s instructions, its exterior was made into a trapezoidal shape to better withstand shock waves, while the interior end was deepened to accommodate the massive body of the original carrier. Pasha and the other Taquila witches had already waited for a long time. [0:15] The sky had gradually turned dim. The last wave of urgent warning alerts finally arrived. Whether it was the higher-ups, soldiers or construction workers, all followed their previous training and wore black sunglasses to block the bright light, despite many of them being puzzled over the reason why they needed to wear glasses that obstructed their vision in such a dark and snowy day. Now they couldn¡¯t see a thing. [0:05] ¡°Five-minute countdown!¡± When the warning notice sounded once more, the surroundings had already become deadly silent. All conversation and discussion stopped. Everybody stared at the murky blackness in front of them without averting their eyes and subconsciously held their breaths. ¡°Three-minute countdown!¡± Roland felt sweat ooze out of his palms Anna glanced at him with a smile and lightly held his hand. ¡°One-minute countdown!¡± Another hand reached over from his other side and entangled its fingers with his. ¡°Ten-second countdown!¡± ¡°Nine!¡± Although it was a pity that he couldn¡¯t press the detonation button himself, Roland knew that the long road of history was only just beginning. ¡°Three!¡± ¡°Two!¡± ¡°One!¡± ¡°Detonate!¡± The snowy plain in the distance was quiet, as if nothing had happened¡ªtime seemed to freeze at that moment. It felt like a long time had passed, but at the same time it felt also like only a brief moment. Afterwards a dazzling streak of blue light expanded from the horizon and in an instant, ripped apart the darkness before them! Chapter 1322 - The Light That Breaks the Darkness Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Pasha saw it clearer than the others. Original carriers didn¡¯t rely on eyes. For her, Alethea and Celine, any one of their tentacles was enough to replace their eyes and they couldn¡¯t wear anything to block the light. Even though Roland had warned them that it was best to avoid looking directly at the explosion five to ten seconds following detonation, she didn¡¯t avert her gaze until the very last second. It was not only her, the other two did the same. None of them wanted to miss this much-anticipated scene. Can humans defeat demons? Nobody dared to ask this question over the centuries while the Taquila survivors spent hiding underground. At the time, they gritted their teeth and persevered mostly out of a sense of responsibility, persevering on for their dear sisters who had been sacrificed. As for the final outcome, a sense of rejection would arise just from a mere thought regarding it. It was caused by a fear that if they thought too deeply it would destroy the tenacity and fighting will that had lasted them thus far. The pitch black roof of their underground burrow that they saw every time they raised their heads would remain forever etched in their memories. And just then, the cage of blackness was broken apart by a streak of resplendent blue light. It wasn¡¯t a pure blue color; it was different from the color of dye, paint, crystals and lake water, Pasha couldn¡¯t find the words to describe it¡ªIt was like the light had become so white that it was unable to become any whiter, causing an illusory blue hue. Sticking close to the horizon, the light rapidly expanded and, in an instant, lit up the entire plain in front of them! She couldn¡¯t help but stand agape. Apart from the sun and the moon, this was her first time seeing something that could light up the entire landscape¡ªit was definitely not her imagination, she clearly witnessed the dark, nighttime snowy plain return to the state as if it was morning; the trees cast long, black shadows onto the fallen snow and the closer the distance to center of the white light, the clearer the silhouette of the terrain. Almost simultaneously, Pahsa felt an intense, piercing pain caused by something in front of her, as if her skin had been burned. It felt exactly like how one would feel under the bright, midday sun. However, she didn¡¯t feel a single shred of fear; instead, she opened up all her tentacles and invited the darkness-breaking light. If it could bring the humans brand new hope, what did this little pain matter? It would only give her more pleasure! The light lasted for not even a second. Afterwards, the blue turned into white and then into red. The ground began shaking violently as the rushing shockwave churned the snow and smashed into the outer wall of the bunker, producing cracking sounds. The ear splitting sound of the explosion came after everything else and dragged out for a long time, like the entire earth was roaring. After the thunder of the explosion passed, the world regained its quietness. A strange, fascinating cloud appeared over the distant horizon. It was large at the top and small at the bottom, like an upward blooming mushroom. Dark red flames could still be seen rolling and tumbling at the top of the mushroom. Lighting up the skyline all by itself was certainly a feat that no other weapon could achieve! If its power could be felt to such an extent fifteen kilometers away, then what would it be like if they were right next to it? Pasha could already imagine the weapon detonating in the midst of a group of demons. She had originally considered the onslaught of over a hundred cannons as the most shocking thing she had ever seen, but now that seemed insignificant compared to what she had just witnessed. If the cannon exercise from two years ago transformed every single Taquila witch¡¯s world view, then the experiment this time once more reshaped their hard-won ideas of the world. Whoosh¡ª! An explosion of cheers and applause spread throughout the command post and observatory. The three high-level witches wrapped their main tentacles tightly with each other. ¡°Is this really something we created?¡± For the first time, Alethea didn¡¯t use the word ¡®mortals¡¯ or ¡®ordinary humans¡¯ to create a distinction between herself and them. ¡°Of course! I was responsible for processing a part of the outer shell.¡± Celine¡¯s voice was full of excitement. ¡°But truthfully I didn¡¯t think that this thing would actually be exactly like what His Majesty described¡ª¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ because leaders like to glorify results in order to encourage everyone to work, didn¡¯t the Three Chiefs do that too before¡­ Wait, I¡¯m not saying it¡¯s wrong to do so, don¡¯t you guys tell His Majesty Roland!¡± ¡°Okay, okay,¡± Pasha interrupted. ¡°How do you think the Battle of Divine Will will end now?¡± ¡°We can win, we can definitely win!¡± Celine replied without even giving it thought. ¡°It might not even last until the next Bloody Moon,¡± Alethea agreed. One year ago, they would have considered themselves victorious if they managed to resist against the demons¡¯ attack, persist on until the Battle of Divine Will ended, develop for another four hundred years, and then look for another opportunity. Unknowingly, their standard for ¡®victory¡¯ had risen substantially. ¡°As expected¡­¡± Pasha finally laughed. ¡°We share the same opinion.¡± Humans can defeat demons. And it might even happen faster than they thought. Because the darkness is gone. ¡­ Among the crowd of ecstatic people, only Roland and Anna remained calm like usual. ¡°How was the result?¡± Anna took off her sunglasses and asked. ¡°We have at least made the first step.¡± Roland answered with his hands spread out. A fission reaction was undeniably triggered in the experimental device¡ªthe blazing light was proof. It would have been otherwise impossible to create such a huge impact with only over a thousand kilograms of dynamite inside the apparatus. Observing the aftershock and smoke column, the result was evidently significantly different to what he had predicted¡ªit was theoretically supposed to be more powerful. ¡°As for the specific result, we can only make a judgement after the people in the command post have gathered all the field data.¡± Half an hour later, various small research teams brought back the ¡®detectors¡¯ that were placed around the site¡ªfloating paper. Because it was impossible for them to precisely measure the explosive yield with Neverwinter¡¯s current technological means, Roland thought up a method of ¡®using paper to measure power¡¯. When the air blowed at them, the paper would be lifted up due to the wind. When they were influenced by the blast of the explosion, the distance at which they landed would be farther. Through the difference in these distances, the approximate explosive yield was calculable. Roland didn¡¯t need to calculate it himself, he had already copied a complete parameter table from the Dream Word and all he had to do was compare the data. Although this method left some room for error, it was enough to guide the experiments. After comparing the data, the results were indeed much like what he expected. The explosive power of this time¡¯s experimental bomb was equivalent to only around three thousand tonnes of TNT, yet the amount of Uranium-235 invested was forty kilograms. If only 6% of the original materials participated in the fission reaction in the first atomic bomb used in an actual war, ¡°Little Boy,¡± and its explosive yield was 13 kilotons of TNT, then the nuclear material utilization rate of this test was not even 2%. It could be classified as a ¡®dirty bomb.¡¯ It wasn¡¯t that Roland was disappointed of course. After all, there had never been a strict definition for a dirty bomb in the history of weapons. Compared with the dozens of small nuclear weapons that have since been deployed, these veteran bombs that had been used in real wars could all be classified as dirty bombs. A 152mm grenade with just a few kilograms of charge could do substantial damage, let alone three kilotons of TNT. In terms of the experiment, the No. 1 experimental bomb couldn¡¯t be described as terribly successful, but it was still a deadly weapon. ¡°It¡¯s going to be a long road ahead.¡± Anna put down the form in her hands and exhaled deeply. Yet, there was not a shred of disheartenment in her eyes; instead, they were filled with fighting spirit. ¡°Indeed.¡± Roland nodded. He had never hoped to reach his goal in one go anyway. Next, what he had to do was find the cause for this and continuously modify and improve accordingly until it could truly compete with the sun for glory. Chapter 1323 - Flaw Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations A week later, a strange-looking vehicle drove slowly into the test explosion site. It was the first crawler tractor ever constructed by Neverwinter¡¯s Ministry of Industry according to the complete blueprints provided by the Design Bureau of Graycastle. However, the only thing that was the same was the base plate, its outer appearance did not resemble the prototype at all. The sides of the car were wrapped in thick armor plates, causing it to look somewhat like a moving box. After it drove into the center of the test explosion site, it stopped before the melted metal tower for about half an hour, and then turned around and drove back south in the direction it came from. After it covered around five kilometers of ground, a truck drew up close and picked up all the passengers on the tractor. The box-shaped tractor was directly abandoned in the snow. The passengers were restless throughout the journey, returning to Neverwinter from the Great Snow Mountain the next day. Upon receiving the news of their arrival, Roland immediately summoned them into the castle. ¡°How was it, you didn¡¯t run into any trouble right?¡± ¡°Rest easy Your Majesty, everything went well.¡± Phyllis smiled and brought a sigil before him. ¡°Summer found the scene of the explosion really quickly so we stayed there for a shorter time than we thought we would.¡± ¡°I-It¡¯s because I was given a specific time so it wasn¡¯t very hard,¡± Summer said shyly, ¡°Compared to my other sisters, my control over my ability is pretty bad¡­¡± ¡°Enough, you don¡¯t need to be modest.¡± ¡°I-It¡¯s true¡­¡± His expression still solemn, Roland took the sigil and then turned and looked over to Momo who was beside him, ¡°Sorry to trouble you.¡± ¡°Not at all, you exaggerate, Your Majesty.¡± Momo partially blocked her eyes with one hand in order to avoid looking at the king while she was using her ability. A while later she lowered her hand and gave Roland a bow. ¡°Everybody¡¯s numbers and colors have not changed noticeably and are pretty much the same as when they set off.¡± It was only after hearing these words did Roland heave a sigh of relief. He smiled and said to everyone, ¡°Thank you, you¡¯ve worked hard.¡± ¡°You too,¡± the witches replied in unison. ¡°Why don¡¯t you go and fill up your stomachs first? Your meals are already ready in the parlor and you can have as much Chaos drink as you like.¡± Seeing the faces in front of him light up, he shook his head with a smile. As for the Taquila witches who had also participated in the mission, there was no need to give them any other reward as they were frequent visitors of the Dream World anyway. Using Summer¡¯s past event recreation ability to closely observe the changes that had occured in the instant of a weapon¡¯s activation had always been what the Ministry of Engineering relied on the most for making improvements to weapons. By adjusting the speed of the replay, they could clearly see the trends in the changes that occured every second, allowing most problems and mistakes to be spotted in an instant. But as mentioned before, the Glory of the Sun was completely different to all the other weapons. Especially for dirty bombs that had not finished reacting completely yet, many substances that gave off fatal radiation would remain at the site. If someone were to rashly enter, they would inevitably suffer severe radiation injuries. To tackle this, Roland didn¡¯t hesitate to sacrifice his first crawler tractor prototype and convert it into a radiation-blocking vehicle¡ªhe covered all of its sides including the bottom with several layers of lead plates with gold foil and beryllium sheets sandwiched between them. The thickness of the entire thing was ten centimeters, causing it to be a highly effective shield against photon, electron and neutron rays. The increased weight due to the protection required the Cube-powered steam engine to drive it, as only that was the only thing that could handle the weight. The inside of the vehicle was provided with its own oxygen so it was basically completely separate from the outside of the vehicle, removing the risk of radioactive dust entering the vehicle through its ventilation channel. In order to observe the scene of the explosion, a large slate of lead-containing glass was attached to the front of the vehicle, and had a shocking thickness of thirty centimeters. He had also considered that the tractor¡¯s tracks and armor plates might be contaminated when entering and leaving the test site, and especially ordered them to immediately change vehicles after the armored vehicle left the dangerous zone and abandon the armored vehicle in the snow. It could be said that Roland took all the safety measures that he could think of. However, even so, he was still worried. Thankfully, the final results showed that the observation mission had been a complete success. After the data was in his hands, Roland, Anna, and Celine immediately started their experimental analysis. ¡­ They used the Sigil of Recording to repeatedly replay the recreated scene which had been made to play hundreds of times slower. Gradually, the flaws of the No.1 experimental configuration emerged. ¡°The performance of our explosives are too poor,¡± Anna said in a low voice. ¡°I noticed too, the force from the explosion didn¡¯t seem to travel successfully to the barrel of the ¡®gun.''¡± Celine nodded her main tentacles. ¡°Can we use batch detonation to solve this problem?¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s unlikely we can achieve that within a short amount of time.¡± Roland rubbed his sore eyes. Watching the live explosion recording for two days straight had made him feel as if there were only two colors left in the world¡ªwhite and blue. Although the problems with the explosives had been anticipated, he didn¡¯t think that it would be so obvious. Up until now, Neverwinter had been mass producing double-base smokeless powder. Although it wasn¡¯t as powerful and fast as high explosives such as RMX, it was sufficient for the purposes of the army. Even if the power was lacking, they could make up for it with numbers. However the fallbacks of it became evident when using it in the experimental configuration. Over a thousand kilograms of explosives was most certainly not a part of the original blueprint. When they were piled up, they were as large as a safe. In order for the energy of the explosion to travel towards the piece of Uranium, Roland specially created a lens that looked like a funnel in an attempt to focus the energy of the blast to one point. There was nothing wrong with this idea, but a problem occurred before the detonation reached this step. As the size of the cluster of explosives was too large and every point exploded simultaneously, the energy waves created by the bombs on the front and back cancelled each other out partially¡ªthis could be clearly seen in the slowed-down recreated scene. The colliding waves warped the entire steel lens and even the outer shell. This meant that a large amount of energy was used up outside of the ¡®gun barrel,¡¯ and naturally less was used to push the piece of Uranium. Next was the chain reaction. The pressure inside the barrel was not enough to quickly stop the fission reaction and most of the Uranium vaporized due to the high temperatures; this in turn weakened the effect of the neutron source. ¡°We can only search for other means,¡± Roland said with his hands spread out. Without electronic explosive control technology, detonating all of the explosives within a millisecond in order to render the front and rear waves impossible to overlap, was unachievable. Even if they changed them into high explosives, it would only attenuate but not solve the problem He could get the Ministry of Chemical Industry to try and develop low-speed explosives and position them in front of the lens in order to possibly decrease interactions between the explosives, but the process of creating it would involve a large number of experiments, and it might not even be successful. The most reliable method at the moment was obviously to make up for the lacking detonation technology with structural design. ¡°It looks like we¡¯ll have to work overtime tonight as well,¡± he stretched and said weakly. ¡°I¡¯ll be here with you,¡± Anna said with a smile, ¡°How about I reward you with a Blackfire massage?¡± ¡°I suddenly feel full of energy.¡± Roland jolted. ¡°Is there any other reward?¡± ¡°For example?¡± ¡°Let me think¡­ Oh yeah, how about the one you mentioned last time¡­¡± Was this also knowledge that they learned from the Dream World¡­ Celine covered up her large, hot and flushed face with her main tentacles, and then quietly left the North Slope lab. Chapter 1324 - New Dream Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations When Scroll climbed up the stairs to the third floor of the castle with a thick stack of paper in her arms, she met the yawning Nightingale, who was just preparing to leave, in front of the office. ¡°You haven¡¯t slept yet?¡± Nightingale stopped and raised her eyebrows in surprise. ¡°It might be because I¡¯m getting old, I¡¯ve been finding it hard to sleep recently.¡± Scroll smiled and shook her head. ¡°Where¡¯s His Majesty? Has he already slept?¡± ¡°Yeah, he returned to his bedchamber half an hour earlier.¡± ¡°Then why are you still staying in the office?¡± Scroll put her hand to her mouth. ¡°You weren¡¯t secretly eating His Majesty¡¯s snacks, were you?¡± ¡°Eh¡­ haha.¡± Nightingale was stunned for a moment before coughing. ¡°Yeah I was, I ate his spicy shredded beef and drank a bit of his Chaos Drink. Don¡¯t tell His Majesty, alright?¡± Now it was Scroll¡¯s turn to be shocked. What happened to her¡­ why was she being so quick to admit? In the past, as long as she was not caught red handed, Nightingale would never have admitted to stealing food. But thinking of how she and Wendy often stole Nightingale¡¯s drinks as well, Scroll was momentarily at a loss for a reply. ¡°Um, I¡¯m going to sleep now¡­¡± Nightingale avoided her eyes and walked towards the second floor. ¡°Don¡¯t stay up too late, I heard from Roland that the older you are ,the worse the side-effects are from lacking sleep.¡± She looked up from the bottom of the stairs. ¡°Goodnight.¡± ¡°¡­Goodnight.¡± Scroll replied, feeling a little confused. Then, she turned around and walked into the office. Even though the flames in the fireplace had already been extinguished, its warmth still lingered. There seemed been in there for quite a while. Without thinking any further, Scroll familiarly opened the book cabinet and placed the data that was in her hands into the categorized columns on the shelf before taking out the information that needed His Majesty¡¯s answers. It held lines and lines of extremely lengthy equations; she could tell from the handwriting that some portions were written by Roland, and others were written by Anna and Celine. One of her daily jobs was to deliver information like this to the Arithmetic Academy and get that group of astrologers to calculate the answer. Then she would hand it over to the central carrier to compare the answers. From the written descriptions within the information, the information was probably related to His Majesty¡¯s new experiment. But what she couldn¡¯t get her head around was how one could derive the dimensions of an apparatus that no one had ever seen before¡ªor even imagined, just by doing calculations on a piece of paper. It was as if what was written on the paper were not numbers, but sketches of reality. This, in her eyes, was no different to predicting the future. Scroll couldn¡¯t help but be amazed whenever she saw Anna¡¯s graceful handwriting. Anna was born in Border Town as a simple girl; yet, she had now reached a level that she and the others could no longer understand. Even when everyone sat in this office watching His Majesty do those interesting science experiments in the beginning, any one of them could make a meaningful comment or two. But now, the only person that could follow His Majesty closely at his side was Anna. But she didn¡¯t feel sad at all; in fact, she felt full of pride. ¡ªBecause that was her sister. Scroll sat in front of Roland¡¯s desk and opened the folder of data, planning to memorize everything like usual. This way, if there were omissions in calculations when she distributed them, she would be able to catch them in time. However this time, she noticed something strange. ¡°Are¡­ my eyes going bad?¡± Scroll rubbed her eyes and spotted vague strings of characters floating below some of the equations, as if they were the corresponding answers. It wouldn¡¯t have been odd if she had been reading test papers or permanent residency files. Ever since she discovered the way to do rapid search, she would usually be able to derive where the information came from and think up all content related to it just from looking at a file once. The problem was that it was her first time seeing this folder of information. Not only was she unable to understand the meanings of those calculations and equations, even the ¡®answers¡¯ floating below them baffled her. Also, the strange symbols didn¡¯t follow every row of equations, most of the columns were still completely blank. If she stared at the hazy, illusory symbols for too long she would even feel waves of dizziness. It appeared as though Nightingale was right¡ªsleep deprivation was indeed taking a toll on her. Scroll sighed softly. Alas, she hadn¡¯t been feeling sleepy at all recently; it was as if her brain was working at high speeds all the time. Maybe I should just go to the hospital tomorrow and get some sleeping pills , she couldn¡¯t help but think. The side effects of those on witches weren¡¯t huge; using it one or two times wouldn¡¯t do her any harm. After forcing herself to memorize all the information, an intense wave of dizziness suddenly overcame her and her mind went blank momentarily. He body uncontrollably tipped forwards and she accidentally knocked over the penholder on the desk. But the dizzy spell disappeared as fast as it came and she became normal again in a short span of a few breaths. Not only did she no longer feel any discomfort at all, but her thoughts seemed to become much clearer than before. Scroll blinked a few times. After confirming that her body was now fine, she smiled bitterly and bent over to pick up the penholder. At this moment, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Because the appearance of the floorboards had¡­ changed. She would never remember His Majesty¡¯s office incorrectly. The floorboards were made of pinewood from the Misty Forest with sheep wool carpet rolled over of it. Although it looked a bit outdated, His Majesty had never changed it. And now, although the carpet below her feet was still made of sheep wool, the floor in the distance had become another material. It had turned from wood to stone. How was that possible? Scroll carefully raised her head and her heart sunk further. It wasn¡¯t only the floor; the appearance of the entire office had transmogrified. The recliner that Nightingale often sat on had vanished without a trace. In its place was a row of old, iron filing cabinets. It looked much like the archives you would see in an executive office. But just then, she was clearly inside Graycastle! The window! The floor-to-ceiling window was His Majesty¡¯s favorite feature and was the speciality of his office. If you looked out, you would be able to see the the city of Neverwinter at night, spotted with light¡ª Scroll jerked around and pulled open the velvet curtain behind her. But what she saw was a gray, brick wall. Undeniably, this place was no longer the King¡¯s office that she was familiar with. She frantically stood up, leaped towards the window and banged on the wall twice. The wall didn¡¯t budge at all¡ªfrom the deep and steady echo, it was clear that the wall wasn¡¯t an illusion but completely real. Scroll felt a shred of hopelessness. Anybody would feel a strong sense of helplessness and vulnerability if they suddenly got teleported into an alien, completely enclosed place. No¡­ She inhaled deeply and forced herself to calm down. It wasn¡¯t accurate to say that it was completely enclosed, in the corner between two rows of filing cabinets was an inconspicuous iron door. It was basically the same color as the cabinets, so it was easy to miss if one didn¡¯t look carefully. It seemed to be the only exit out of the room. Where would the iron door lead to? Was whatever that was waiting for her outside a trap or another wall? Scroll couldn¡¯t help but think of these questions as she slowly grabbed the door handle. ¡°Clack¡± The iron door opened. A golden ray of sunlight shone into the room and the silence was broken. Hundreds of noises surged inside along with a blast of icy cold air¡ªthere was the clamor of conversation, the tooting of whistles and the ceaseless pattering of footsteps. In front of her, an uncountable number of people were busily hurrying along with their heads lowered. Once in a while, some of them would glance at her and reveal expressions of amazement. And behind the crowds of people, numerous, gigantic buildings towered like mountains, occupying Scroll¡¯s entire field of view. Chapter 1325 - Territory Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After Roland woke up, he lazed on bed for a while as usual, before dragging himself very unwillingly out from underneath the warm blankets. Anna had clearly gotten up a while ago and was already immersed in work. There was a plate of breakfast beside her on the table which she had brought over. Roland sleepily put on his coat, planning to go to the water room outside to wash up first, and then come back to fill his stomach. To his surprise, a crowd of witches were waiting outside when he opened the door. ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Roland was startled, the scene before him seemed familiar¡ªundeniably something huge must have happened in the Union for all these witches who had not participated in battle yet to gather here. But because he was still in the Dream World, everybody just waited outside the door for him. Remembering that it was currently winter during the Months of the Demons, and seeing the excited expressions on Nightingale and the others, he asked without thinking, ¡°Did someone evolve on their day of entering adulthood?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Scroll! She has evolved into a Transcendent!¡± Nightingale cried. ¡­ When he followed the chattering witches into his office, Roland saw the ¡®Transcendent¡¯ that everybody spoke of. Phyllis and Anna were also there, standing around a stack of paper containing data, as if discussing something. Seeing Scroll¡¯s unperturbed expression, he almost thought that that the Transcendent was one of the ecstatic witches that crowded before him, rather than the Witch Union teacher that was as tranquil and stable as usual. ¡°So¡­ what exactly happened?¡± he asked curiously. ¡°Did Scroll really¡­¡± The trio noticed his arrival and Phyllis was the first to speak, ¡°Your Majesty, I¡¯ve already confirmed it several times with a Stone of Measuring. Her Excellency Scroll could be the first non-battle type transcendent in history¡ªall her magical characteristics have changed. Although everybody evolves differently and there are no specific examples that we can compare her too, according to The Union¡¯s customs, she is indeed qualified to be a Transcendent.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need for ¡®Her Excellency¡¯¡­¡± Scroll chuckled and shook her head. ¡°That won¡¯t do,¡± Phyllis said seriously. ¡°Back in the days of The Union, you would be a possible candidate for one of the Three Chiefs, I¡¯m already being very disrespectful¡­¡± ¡°You said it yourself, that was back in the days of The Union,¡± Scroll interrupted, ¡°In the Witch Union, we are all sisters. Besides, I prefer being called more casually.¡± ¡°Okay okay, let¡¯s put these things aside for the moment,¡± Anna interrupted. ¡°Since Roland is here, let¡¯s talk about Scroll¡¯s ability.¡± ¡°I thought you went to the North Slope lab ages ago.¡± Roland flashed her a smile. Anna blinked slyly. ¡°That was what I originally planned, but Scroll¡¯s unique ability caused me to change my plans last minute.¡± ¡°Unique?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Anna then emphasized every word as she spoke, ¡°She saw the Dream World.¡± ¡­ After hearing Scroll¡¯s recount of her experience, Roland gaped at her in shock. ¡°Then how did you come back in the end?¡± ¡°When I saw those magnificent city buildings, I suddenly thought of your descriptions of the Dream World and calmed down quite a bit,¡± Scroll said slowly. ¡°Then, I returned to the small room that I first appeared in and tried to focus my mind and imagine myself leaving the enclosed room. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had indeed returned to your office in Graycastle.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ How envious!¡± ¡°Was it really the Dream World?¡± ¡°I want to see it too!¡± The girls around them had given up on suppressing their excitement long ago, so they began jabbering again as soon as Scroll finished speaking. ¡°Hmm¡­ I thought that I wouldn¡¯t be able to create such a grand world with my powers,¡± Scroll said with a smile. ¡°As for whether it is the same Dream World as yours, Your Majesty may be able find out the next time you sleep.¡± ¡°No¡­ I¡¯m afraid that this might have nothing to do with power.¡± Roland muttered. ¡°Nothing to do with power?¡± Phyllis asked, astonished. ¡°But Her Excellency Scroll¡¯s magic had certainly become condensed¡­¡± ¡°Evolving is only a prerequisite.¡± The Nightmare Lord Valkries¡¯ words sounded in his mind once more. Once a person¡¯s knowledge of magic reaches a certain level, they will leave a mark behind in the Realm of Mind and may even carve out their own territory. This also happened to be consistent with what Lan said. ¡°Scroll, can you enter that sealed room again?¡± ¡°But you¡¯re not asleep¡­¡± Scroll started. ¡°It¡¯s okay, just do as I say.¡± Roland thought for a moment. ¡°If it works, try to open that iron door again, but no matter what you see, don¡¯t step out of the room, don¡¯t even reach your hand out and touch anything, understand?¡± ¡°¡­ I understand.¡± Scroll took a deep breath, sat behind the desk and closed her eyes. ¡°Could it be that you think that she is¡ª¡± Phyllis seemed to have noticed what his aim was. She was also there when he met Valkries. ¡°It¡¯s very likely.¡± Roland nodded. About a quarter of an hour later, Scroll opened her eyes with a shocked expression. ¡°Your Majesty, the place outside the door has changed into an empty red void!¡± As he expected! He had now gained a basic understanding of the whole situation. ¡°That is the Realm of the Mind, also the true appearance of the Origin of Magic. As for the first room that you saw, that is your personal, one of a kind territory in the Realm of the Mind.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Mystery Moon said confusedly, ¡°But didn¡¯t you say that the Realm of Mind was the Bloody Moon in the sky?¡± ¡°They are just the same thing expressed in different ways. In reality, the Realm of Mind is in the Bottomless Land to the north of the continent.¡± Roland briefly told them about how a grand demon lord broke into Dream World but then got trapped and discovered by him. He only omitted the news about Lan. ¡°Scroll¡¯s territory doesn¡¯t need to rely on the Dream World in order to exist, it was just coincidentally inside the range of the light beam ¡®key¡¯ and so was connected with the Dream World.¡± ¡°Wow¡­¡± A surprised exclamation rippled through the crowd. ¡°I want to carve out a territory too!¡± Mystery Moon exclaimed with clenched fists. ¡°You wish, didn¡¯t you hear His Majesty? Apart from your own knowledge, this also depends on your strength.¡± Lily glanced at her from the side of her eyes. ¡°In other words, even if you read all the books His Majesty wrote, the success still depends on your face. I think it will be¡­ very difficult.¡± ¡°Traitor!¡± Roland looked at Scroll and urged her, ¡°Even though you can interact with the Realm of Mind, in the future, try your best to open it within the range of the light beam key to bond your territory with the Dream World. That place¡­ is filled with a myriad of dangers. If it¡¯s in the Dream World, at least the God¡¯s Punishment Witches and I can protect you.¡± Like the god that was full of hostility and the oracle who brought about erosion¡ªeven though Scroll had evolved into a Transcendent, she still had zero battle prowess. She would certainly be in grave danger if she encountered an enemy. ¡°Okay¡­¡± Scroll was momentarily confused, and then revealed a soft expression. She lowered her head and gave a bow. ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Then now, we should give this unique new ability a good test,¡± Roland said with a smile. Chapter 1326 - Request Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations It didn¡¯t actually take too much time to test the changes in Scroll¡¯s ability after she upgraded. In fact, she and Anna had already discussed almost everything before Roland arrived¡ªthe answers that appeared after the equations weren¡¯t her imagination; however, it also wasn¡¯t obtained via calculations, but through a search through her memories. Because there were large amounts of repeated calculations in data that Scroll had once memorized, the answers emerged in Scroll¡¯s mind immediately when she coincidentally came across them once more. Especially for those complex functions, if every little small expression among them had been memorized, then the combined expression after shuffling combinations could also be quickly solved, even if she didn¡¯t actually understand the equations and their specific meanings. Compared to searching test papers and archives, the work involved in doing this was much heavier. It wasn¡¯t that she couldn¡¯t to it in the past, it was just that now she could do it subconsciously. Undeniably her main ability had evolved substantially. However, no answers would appear for the problems that she had not memorized or only partially memorized. Thus, in order to calculate the reliability of newly designed prototypes they still needed to rely on the Design Institute and the central carrier. Except now, after the information had all been read by Scroll, the workload would be decreased significantly. The main focus of the testing would be on the ¡°Archives¡± in the Realm of Mind¡ªalthough it was currently only a simple small room. The trading of objects between the two worlds was the first that had to be affirmed. After all, as a Transcendent, the way that Scroll entered the Dream World was fundamentally different to the God¡¯s Punishment Witches and the Nightmare Lord. The God¡¯s Punishment Witches had to rely on the light beam to reach the Dream World and the Nightmare Lord trespassed by herself, causing even her body to change. Scroll¡¯s method, however, was more like a link, like driving a small car into a parking lot, both her body and mind maintained a high completeness. If it was possible to take the goods inside the car park away with her, then it would have huge significance! But reality proved that there was no free lunch in the world. Scroll could ¡°bring in¡± portable things on her person into the domain, but was unable to bring the things in her domain and in the Dream World back to reality. Not even a single pebble. Also, ¡®bringing in¡¯ wasn¡¯t a completely accurate way to phrase it. Because the objects tested didn¡¯t actually vanish and still remained gripped in her hand. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ Your Majesty.¡± After numerous tests, Scroll stared at her empty hands and said dispiritedly, ¡°It seems like my abilities are still lacking.¡± ¡°No, this is actually within my expectations, there¡¯s no need for you to be bothered.¡± Roland exchanged glances with Anna, having already formed a conclusion in his heart. The Archives was most likely the same as the Dream World¡ªthey both had some amount of power to distort reality. As long as it was within Scroll¡¯s range of comprehension, a copy could be made out of the original and it would appear at first glance as if something from the outside had been brought into the Realm of the Mind. However, bringing something back was impossible. This made Roland secretly relieved. After all, Scroll was not the only person who could carve out a domain in the Realm of Mind. From the intel acquired from Valkries, the King of the demon clan not only had the ¡®Presiding Holy See¡¯, he also had a phenomenally powerful control of over domains. When he was in a domain, he was almost no different from god. If goods could move between the two worlds at someone¡¯s convenience, then the Battle of Divine Will would become filled with more dangers and uncertainty. Next, they tested the capacity of Scroll¡¯s domain. Since he talked with Lan, he had guessed that the Dream World was one among the many domains in the Realm of Mind, it was just that it was abnormally huge. Although he wasn¡¯t able to be like the demon King and do as he wished in the Dream World, there was likely still some universal commonalities between the domains, like admitting other consciousnesses. After upgrading, Scroll¡¯s light beam key grew to around one meter. Although it was still below the requirements for the Chosen One, as a witch, she was already ranked fourth in Neverwinter, behind Roland, Leaf and Evelyn. The range of her light beam could hold four God¡¯s Punishment Witches standing shoulder to shoulder. If these ancient witches could enter the Dream World because their light beams were just covered by the Dream World¡¯s light beam, could they enter the Archives through the same way? The results of the test filled Roland with excitement. Even while awake, Phyllis was able to once again regain her appearance from four centuries ago through Scroll¡¯s domain. This undeniably proved his hypothesis. The the vague outline of the Realm of Mind gradually came to focus in his mind. The only thing was that the number of people who could enter didn¡¯t seem to be directly proportional to the range of the light beam. Even if the four God¡¯s Punishment Witches stuck close beside Scroll and fell asleep, only one could reach the Archives. Of course, it was already enough that one person could enter. The last important matter was locating the location of the Archives, in particularly it¡¯s orientation inside the Dream World¡ªif the skyscrapers that Scroll saw was a scene inside the Dream World, then she would definitely be able to meet with Roland inside the Realm of Mind. Just when they were about to initiate the test, Anna called for Scroll to halt. ¡°Your Highness?¡± ¡°Ever since I met Roland, I¡¯ve never been jealous of anyone, because I thought that just that meeting was the best gift in my life,¡± she said slowly. ¡°Even when I knew the God¡¯s Punishment Witches could enter the Dream World¡ªthey had suffered so much hardships¡ªso, to them the Dream world was more like a sort of compensation. But¡­ right now I¡¯m really kind of envious of you.¡± She didn¡¯t try to conceal her words from the other witches but declared gracefully in front of everyone, causing a small uproar in the group. ¡°Wow¡­ why does my face feel a little hot?¡± Mystery Moon hastily covered her face with her hands, but intentionally left a gap between her fingers. ¡°Silence, don¡¯t interrupt!¡± Lily glared at her. ¡°Anna¡­¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but begin. Anna gave him a small smile and then looked at Scroll. ¡°So I have a small request.¡± ¡°Please say, Your Highness, as long as it is something I can do,¡± Scroll said gently. ¡°In the past when he talked about the Dream World with me, there were only descriptions and no images. Can you be my eyes and take a picture of the apartment that he lives in, the places he often goes to and the scenery over there for me to see?¡± Anna said seriously. ¡°If you can record the pictures in the Book of Magic, I¡¯ll probably be able to see it too right?¡± ¡°Of course you can, leave it to me.¡± ¡°Wooow¡ª¡± Mystery Moon immediately cried, ¡°I want to see it too! It would be best if you take pictures of the entire city!¡± ¡°You shut up!¡± But even before Lily could grab her, the other witches followed noisily, ¡°Can you take a picture of the legendary plane that can carry over a hundred people?¡± ¡°I want to see what a plaza that can hold ten of thousands of people at a time is like!¡± ¡°And me, and me¡ª¡± Watching her sisters surrounding Scroll and Anna in a tight crowd, Lily stamped her foot and also rushed forward. Inside the Mist, Nightingale sighed softly. This was probably the reason why Anna was ahead of her, right? She couldn¡¯t help but reveal a bitter smile. Even though she had believed that her feelings were no less stronger than Anna¡¯s, only Anna could shamelessly say such words under the gazes of everyone. Her courage was as dazzling as gemstone. After memorizing everybody¡¯s requests one by one, Scroll could finally lie down in the couch in the office. Roland leaned over the mahogany desk, planning to fall asleep like he did during his afternoon break. Apart from the two, Phyllis, Ling and Faldi prepared themselves. Roland swept his gaze over everyone and finally rested it on Anna. Anna softly nodded her head at him. ¡°Now, let¡¯s begin the tenth test!¡± Chapter 1327 - Scrolls New Clothes Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations With everyone¡¯s gaze on her, Scroll took fifteen minutes longer than earlier to calm her mind and catch hold of that hazy fluctuation of magic in her mind. When she opened her eyes once more, she was already inside the cramped Archives. Then, Phyllis materialized by her side in the appearance of a young witch. Centuries of time had not left any mark on her body and even though Phyllis had lived far longer than Scroll, Scroll seemed to be Phyllis¡¯ elder instead at that moment. ¡°What should we do next?¡± Scroll asked. ¡°Leave it to me.¡± Phyllis revealed a confident smile, opened the iron door and walked out of the room. Scroll hastily hurried after her. The raucous, bustling, and magnificent city once more appeared before her eyes. Phyllis glanced around her and very quickly locked her eyes on a young man walking in their direction. She grabbed Scroll¡¯s hand, directly strode over, and blocked the young man¡¯s way. ¡°Hello.¡± Hearing her greeting, the man stopped, moved his gaze from a small box in his hand, and raised his head in confusion. When their gazes met, the man¡¯s expression turned into shock. ¡°Er¡­ Um, can I help you?¡± ¡°Sorry, I¡¯ve lost my phone and can¡¯t contact my friend, can you¡ª¡± ¡°I get it, is a hundred dollars enough?¡± The man quickly fished out his wallet from his coat¡¯s pocket and proffered a red bill before her. At the same time there was a hint of pity in his voice, ¡°I don¡¯t mind being scammed, but looking at your outfit, whoever put you up to this made quite an effort.¡± Phyllis¡¯s smile froze. ¡°No, I just want to borrow your phone to make a call.¡± The man stood there for a moment before he realized that he had committed a faux paus. Embarrassed, he handed over the small box in his hand whilst profusely apologizing to the duo. Phyllis shrugged and dialed a number. At this point Scroll didn¡¯t know what to say as she still had no idea what was happening. She could only pretend to be calm and stand in her spot despite panicking inside. This place was too different to the world that she was familiar with, the alienness of everything was like a suffocating wall pressing against her. Several people around them had already noticed them and unreservedly ogled them, some with malicious intent among them. It brought back memories of how her sisters had been exposed in public during the era of the Witch Cooperation Association. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, the only thing they can do is watch.¡± Phyllis seemed to have noticed Scroll¡¯s uneasiness and turned her head to the side to reassure her. ¡°All you have to do is glare at them back and they¡¯ll recoil faster than anyone else.¡± At this moment, the small box beeped. ¡°Hello, is this Phyllis?¡± It was His Majesty Roland¡¯s voice. Scroll relaxed instantly. This place was the Dream World after all, and His Majesty wasn¡¯t far from them. The sense of unfamiliarity was still there but it was no longer stifling. Even the obvious stares upon them no longer brought her any embarrassment or discomfort. Scroll inhaled deeply and stared back at the onlookers. Just as Phyllis said, they all immediately avoided her gaze and furtively looked in other directions. The flow of people on the streets seemed to begin to move again. ¡°Yes it¡¯s me, Miss Scroll is right by my side. The address is¡­ Yes, that¡¯s what it says on the map. It¡¯s only two kilometers from your apartment¡¯s estate? That¡¯s great. Yes, I¡¯ll wait for you here, Your M¡ªBrother.¡± Phyllis ended the phone call and threw the small box back at the young man. ¡°Thanks.¡± ¡°No¡ªNo problem.¡± He faltered for a long time and then hesitantly asked, ¡°Um, can I add you as a friend?¡± Phyllis casually responded with a string of numbers. The man recorded it down as if he had been given a treasure. With his face shining with delight, he bade farewell to the two and left. ¡°The small box that you borrowed just then, could that be the wireless telephone that can communicate over thousands of kilometers that His Majesty often misses?¡± Scroll asked. ¡°Yes, the technology in this world is already at the stage where everybody has a wireless telephone. Not only can you talk to others on it, you can also know your location and search up information¡ªit¡¯s almost impossible to do without it now,¡± Phyllis explained. ¡°It¡¯s also because of this that as long as you remember their phone number, you can contact another person at any time. If you encounter a person you don¡¯t want to talk to, just reject them directly or give them a random phone number.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s how it is.¡± Scroll said in revelation. It was no wonder His Majesty said that if they were both in the Dream world, they would be able to reunite very quickly. ¡°But you have adjusted a lot quicker than I thought, as expected of a Witch Union mentor,¡± Phyllis said with a smile. Scroll lightly shook her head but didn¡¯t reply. She knew where her courage came from. Even though he was already clearly a king, he had not improved at all¡ªfor a king to say that they would protect their subordinate, this was probably only something His Majesty Roland would do. Really, just how long will he take to become a proper king? Seriously, what was she doing? Ever since the Witch Cooperation Association received protection, she should have been standing in front, guarding the King, but up until now, she was still accepting the King¡¯s protection, this was hardly a qualified performance of her. But¡­ if everyone was like this, it didn¡¯t seem too bad. Since it¡¯s like this, then let¡¯s just maintain the status quo a little while longer. ¡°Hey hey, look at the two over there.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a medieval robe, are they cosplaying?¡± ¡°Speaking of which, they¡¯re really quite pretty!¡± ¡°They¡¯re on the level of celebrities¡­¡± Now and then whispers would come from around them, but Scroll no longer felt any uneasiness. About ten minutes later, a smooth, round vehicle stopped in front of them. ¡°Sorry to have kept you waiting.¡± His Majesty poked his head out from the window of the driver¡¯s seat. ¡°Get on.¡± Phyllis opened the car door and pulled Scroll into the car with her. Afterwards they drove off under the disbelieving gazes of onlookers and disappeared into the traffic on the main road. ¡°Our luck is really pretty good.¡± Ling, who was sitting in the passenger¡¯s seat turned her head around. ¡°If Your Excellency¡¯s territory¡¯s link with the Dream World is only two blocks away from the apartment, then Faldi¡¯s flying insects will be able to subject that region under 24 hour surveillance.¡± Faldi nodded. ¡°That place had already been cleaned out once, there are currently no new traces of Fallen Evil activity, safety can probably be assured.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good then.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°Then as the first witch to enter the Dream World with her own power, Scroll, how do you feel?¡± ¡°So this is what a car is like in the Dream World?¡± Scroll felt the seat behind her and knocked the car window a few times. ¡°The seat is softer than a couch. It¡¯s so fast and drives so silently, this is hundreds of times better than steam-powered trucks¡­ if only we could create such advanced transportation tools.¡± For some reason, she suddenly felt that Roland¡¯s smile had frozen a little and the other three God¡¯s Punishment Witches had pursed their lips together, as if suppressing something. ¡°Um¡­ did I say something wrong?¡± ¡°No, ahem¡­ that day will surely come,¡± Roland said, clearing his throat. ¡°Oh yeah, Your Majesty, where are we going now?¡± Scroll said, observing the changing scenery outside, ¡°Weren¡¯t we going to perform a test on the Realm of Mind?¡± ¡°We can talk about that later. Haven¡¯t you noticed? The clothes you two are wearing are attracting too much attention,¡± Roland said without turning his head. ¡°Phyllis¡¯s clothes are in the car and she can change later, but we currently don¡¯t have any clothes that suit you. So the most important job right now is definitely to get you a new set of clothes!¡± Chapter 1328 - The Human Legacy Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Your Excellency Scroll, have you finished changing?¡± Ling asked outside the changing room. ¡°Don¡¯t hesitate to ask if you need help.¡± ¡°No, no need, I¡¯m¡­ almost done.¡± The slightly panicked voice of Scroll came from behind the curtain. Roland raised his eyebrows involuntarily¡ªthis was his first time seeing Scroll nervous. Usually she was extraordinarily calm and imperturbable and no matter what happened she always maintained a cool head. In fact, this trait of hers added to Roland¡¯s anticipation at seeing Scroll¡¯s appearance after she changed into her new outfit. Whoosh¡ª The curtain pulled open and Scroll cautiously stepped out of the changing room. ¡°Is this¡­ okay?¡± Roland¡¯s eyes lit up. Scroll was dressed in a tight-fitted royal blue high neck sweater, beautifully emphasizing the figure of her upper body. Draped over it was a red and black long coat, the flaps of the coat began from underneath her shoulders and reached her calves, giving off a formal evening gown vibe. The coat parted at her chest and ended as an inverted V at her waist, teasing the lines of her full bosom and flat abdomen. It created an indescribable sense of beauty. Overall, deep and dark tones encompassed the theme of her clothes, and did not give off any sense of frivolity at all; instead, it seemed regal and solemn. Adding on Scroll¡¯s black-framed glasses and the black plaits that reached her waist, her mature and intellectual beauty was even further accentuated. ¡°So beautiful,¡± Phyllis exclaimed. ¡°You¡¯re stunning even among the witches.¡± ¡°I told you I made the right choice!¡± Ling¡¯s declared smugly. ¡°But¡­ isn¡¯t it too revealing?¡± Scroll subconsciously covered her chest with her hands. ¡°Not at all, aren¡¯t you wrapped up pretty tightly?¡± Faldi laughed. ¡°You were fine with the dress during the evening party; this modified winter outfit is nothing compared to that.¡± ¡°Also everybody wears clothes like this in the Dream World, right Your Majesty?¡± Ling added. Roland smiled and shook his head. Even though she had undergarments and the sweater, it was understandable that she would be quite unused to a coat that was split at both the top and bottom in comparison to the long robe she usually wore. ¡°What¡¯s important isn¡¯t what other people wear, but what Scroll thinks of it.¡± He paused and looked at Scroll. ¡°Do you think you like this outfit?¡± Scroll looked at herself in the mirror¡ªit was a get-up that she had never seen before, however even though there were huge distinctions between the two worlds, beauty was something that traversed boundaries and resounded with everyone. She couldn¡¯t help but concede that she liked her current outfit. ¡°Yes¡­ Your Majesty,¡± she replied softly. ¡°Then that should do.¡± Roland called for the salesperson, ¡°I want this entire set.¡± ¡°You have excellent taste sir. This is the newest style this winter, and it looks absolutely perfect on this lady over here!¡± The salesperson took out a calculator and pressed a few buttons. ¡°That¡¯s twenty-four thousand yuan, please make payment over here!¡± ¡°Eh¡ª¡± Roland stopped breathing for a moment. That was almost a third of a price of a minivan! But his grand promise had already been made so it was too late to go back on his word. He looked to his side at Ling. ¡°How on earth did you choose those clothes?¡± ¡°I selected the ones with the biggest numbers on the tags!¡± Ling stuck out her tongue. ¡°My classmates at school said that price never lies.¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but place his hand to his forehead. ¡°Your Majesty, are these clothes¡­ really expensive?¡± Scroll went closer to him and murmured in a low voice, ¡°Let¡¯s just forget it then¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m the creator of this Dream World; how could money be a problem to me? Piece of cake.¡± He pretended like it didn¡¯t bother him at all and bought the clothes. ¡°Next, we¡¯ll have dinner on the second floor of the shopping mall!¡± ¡°As you command!¡± The three witches cried cheerfully in unison. ¡°Your Majesty¡­ what about the test?¡± ¡°Relax.¡± Roland waved his hand, ¡°Time flows faster here, so not much time will be delayed in reality. Moreover it¡¯s your first time in the Dream World, you should enjoy it to your fullest before you do anything else, tell me whatever you want to eat!¡± He had already pulled out the big guns with the clothes, so no matter how much they ate, their expenditure couldn¡¯t get much worse. He thought he might as well make everyone happy. Scroll looked at the four thrilled people, feeling both resigned and amused. She shook her head. ¡°I understand.¡± ¡­ Everybody¡¯s stomachs were bulging when they walked out of the bustling shopping mall. Under Roland¡¯s lead, the line of people had basically swept through every single restaurant and food stall in the mall, ordering anything that looked good: from piping hot crab roe buns to ice cream mixed with nuts. To Scroll, everything they ate was mouth-watering and delectable. Although some of them could be found in Neverwinter as well, compared to here, the gap was as wide as His Majesty¡¯s car and the steam-powered truck. No matter how much she tried to restrain herself, the only thing she could maintain was a graceful appearance while she ate. ¡°A world like this is¡­ so wonderful¡­¡± While leisurely strolling across the wide streets, Scroll sighed while gazing out at the deep night sky. Although the stars were obscured, the city lights were nevertheless ablaze with all their glory. Rows of street lights illuminated the path and snowflakes danced in midst of the gentle light, like pixies embellishing the curtain of the night. ¡°It¡¯s like a dream¡­ The city is dazzling and gorgeous, the faces of all the passers-by are glowing with happiness¡­ Will we be able to make reality like this one day?¡± ¡°Of course, as long as we gain enough knowledge,¡± Roland said with his hands clasped behind his back as he walked. ¡°This is the biggest difference between the two worlds. Through knowledge, Border Town was able to become Neverwinter. One day, Neverwinter can also become the Dream World. And the key to beginning this journey is right before you now.¡± ¡°Right¡­ before me?¡± Scroll was stunned. ¡°Yes.¡± Roland raised the corner of his mouth. Shopping was not the only reason he had brought Scroll here. After they crossed the road, they stood in front of a beautiful building. Before the huge entrance hung a golden plaque with the large words, ¡°City Library¡± on it. Upon entering the library, Scroll couldn¡¯t help but gasp. The vast hall was just as large as the central square in Neverwinter. The roof above them was over ten meters high and looked like a transparent patio. Around them, automatic escalators carried people up and down, and five stories of corridors spiraled up the hall in layers upon layers. Innumerable book shelves were lined up in rows and every shelf was filled with books. All the books in Graycastle¡­ no, even all the books in the Four Kingdoms added together would not compare to the number of books here. Scroll subconsciously put her hand to her chest, clearly realizing why His Majesty had brought her here. ¡°This is the place that you will come often in the future.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Bring the key to our world for me.¡± She inhaled deeply, bowed her head at Roland and solemnly promised, ¡°Your Majesty, I will definitely not let you down.¡± This was destined to be a time-consuming job, and it would be difficult to see any immediate effects in a short amount of time. But all changes came from small steps like this. Knowledge was like fertilizer. As long as it was scattered, it could propel humans to grow. In the past Roland had always been pushing this project forward. Sending Ling and the others to school was also for this goal, and Scroll¡¯s upgrade would unquestionably dramatically accelerate this progress. There¡¯s a saying that goes : ¡°It takes ten years to grow a tree and a hundred years to bring up a generation of good men¡±. Roland was certain that one hundred years later, the real world would experience tremendous changes. It didn¡¯t matter if it was people without magic power or witches with magic power. At that time, they would all use their own two hands to craft a brand new ¡®Dream World¡¯. Chapter 1329 - The Grand War Begins Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Late at night, Roland drove everybody back to Six Li Pavilion, the estate where Scroll first arrived in the Dream World. Like the estate of apartments, Six Li Pavilion was an old street that had gone through the ages. However, compared to the former, the Six Li Pavilion was more commercially-inclined. There were several convenience stores, bars for barflies, mass retail KTV and internet cafes; all of them were small stores and the majority of their customers were nearby office workers and students. Although the environment seemed a little dirty and messy, it was perfect for Scroll to mask her identity. The passageway of the link was on the sidewalk. From the outside, it looked no different from an ordinary iron door. As for whether that door had originally been there or appeared after Scroll entered the Dream World, Roland was still unsure. But the location was clearly of utmost importance; he was already wondering if he ought to take advantage of the Association¡¯s relationship with the Clover Group and buy both of the neighboring stores. After all, Scroll could only bring one God¡¯s Punishment Witch with her into her domain; if they were marked by multiple Fallen Evils they would be in a certain amount of danger. As she was an important person responsible for the passing down of knowledge, they couldn¡¯t afford to take any risks. If he could station ten plus God¡¯s Punishment Witches in the area around the link, it would increase her safety substantially. While there were fewer people than usual around, Roland performed the final test, which tested the interactions between the two Realm of Mind domains. When the Dream World stopped operating, Scroll would be ejected out of the Dream World and returned back to her tiny Archives no matter where Scroll was. This was also the biggest difference between her and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. Although the God¡¯s Punishment Witches¡¯ consciousness returned to their bodies, their location in the Dream World would be the same as they were when they left. This was also the reason why Roland told them to mainly enter and leave in the Rose Caf¨¦ or the warehouse as much as possible¡ªotherwise when one of them experienced a change, it could result in scenes of a person vanishing into thin air. Scroll¡¯s situation was clearly more serious. At least in emergency situations, God¡¯s Punishment Witches could maintain a ¡®seamless link¡¯ by entering and leaving at the same time as Roland. Scroll, on the other hand, was unable to do so. This meant that every time she entered the Dream World, she had to start in the Archives, and when she left, she would also end at the Archives. But this wasn¡¯t something that would be too difficult to solve, considering that all he had to was teach Scroll how to use a phone to ascertain that both of them were in the correct location before waking up. They also had the twenty-four hour surveillance by Faldi¡¯s magical flying insects of Scroll¡¯s district. It worked the other way round too. If Scroll left her territory in the Realm of Mind, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches and Roland, who were inside her realm, would also be automatically ejected. Scroll would return to her body in reality and Roland and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches would appear outside the iron door. The experience was very uncomfortable, akin to that of having ridden a roller coaster. The final thing he discovered was completely outside of Roland¡¯s expectations. After Scroll left the Realm of Mind, the iron door was still there, but behind the door was not a wall or the narrow gray room, but a red void. That was a sign of erosion. According to Garcia, erosion fissures were not something one would normally see anywhere. The locations where they existed were usually guarded closely by professional members of the Association. In other words, this eroded part must have come from the Archives. As expected, the way the two territories interacted with each other in the Realm of Mind was not simply that one included the other, they were all a part of the Realm of Mind, and used energy from the Origin of Magic; this was probably the most appropriate interpretation. This also fell in line with what Lan said¡ªAs long as he got the Dream World to swallow more cores, he would have a higher chance of invading god¡¯s territory. Following this, another question emerged. If he let the territories of other high-ranking demons enter the range of his key¡¯s light beam, then what changes would the Dream World experience? Would they be able to appear in this city like Scroll? ¡­ The next day, Roland received the most recent news from the front line. There were two letters inside the envelope. One was from Wendy, it gave a simple description of the recent situation of the witches in the first part of the letter and then made an important mention of Nana Pine in the latter part. The little girl who had followed the Witch Union until now had finally reached her Day of Adulthood. Like Lucia, Mystery Moon and the others, her magic also condensed on her Day of Adulthood. According to the categorization of the Union, she was a true high-level witch. There wasn¡¯t any explanation on the specific ability in the letter. Perhaps it was because they were all too busy, or Nana¡¯s ability was so precious that that they couldn¡¯t allow it to be wasted in testing¡­ But Roland didn¡¯t mind not knowing for a while; to him, the most important thing was that Nana could overcome this hurdle safely. The second letter was much thicker. Among them there was a report from the First Army, and a plan that the General Staff advisers handed in¡ªthis was also a huge disadvantage in their current messaging system. In order to save transportation resources, the front line would usually wait until the things they needed to report accumulated to a certain amount, and then sent to Neverwinter. As a result, even though it was the same letter, some content would differ in time for several days or even half a month. When he flipped to the last page, Roland¡¯s brow suddenly furrowed. ¡°Did something happen?¡± Nightingale who was guarding at his side asked. ¡°The demons launched a full-scale attack on the First Army¡ª¡± he said gravely, ¡°it happened last week!¡± ¡­ Gust Castle, Kingdom of Wolfheart. The shrill emergency siren rang once more over the city¡¯s sky. This was already the third time since dawn broke today. ¡°The damned monsters, don¡¯t they ever get tired?¡± Jodel viciously spat on the ground and dug out a paper bag from the fold of his clothes near his chest. After shaking it for ages, nothing fell out. ¡°Here.¡± A hand suddenly reached out from beside him. ¡°You¡¯re looking for this, right?¡± Jodel turned to the side and saw that the speaker was Farry. In her hand was a white, round medicinal pill. ¡°You¡­ don¡¯t need this?¡± He hesitantly picked up the pill. ¡°I¡¯m not as weak as you. It¡¯s just not having sleep for a day or two,¡± Farry replied expressionlessly. ¡°Also I hate these things, who knows what they¡¯re made of! I urge you to try to eat less of it.¡± ¡°You might be right.¡± Jodel gave a long sigh and threw the pill into his mouth. ¡°But at least, it can keep me alive temporarily.¡± As the drug melted above his tongue, an incredibly bitter taste very quickly impregnated his oral cavity. At the same time, the piercing cold of the air and the dizzying exhaustion seemed to vanish, even his stiff fingers and limbs became flexible and agile again. He felt himself turn back into the former sharp hunter he once was, and not an exhausted prey waiting to be slaughtered. This is the feeling¡ª Jodel raised his long-barreled gun and mounted it firmly on the firing point. Half a month ago, these pills were delivered into every soldiers hands as basic goods, its official name was ¡®Delaying Agent¡¯ but everybody liked to call it the Unfallable Pill. Swallowing one could block out all the pain in one¡¯s body, only after numerous hours would the pain rear its head again. Although at the start, there were some people from the Sand Nation that were extremely against these drugs, and even connected them to the fabled Pills of Madness. But protests like this very quickly disappeared from the scene. The reason was that the First Army didn¡¯t force them to use these Delaying Agents and actually made warning labels on the packaging cautioning users of the side-effects, saying that it was not to be used repetitively¡ªsuch ways were polar opposite to the rumors that Jodel heard about the third princess. Also, apart from the Sand Nation people, the northerners had also received the Delaying Agent, and even the military officers were no exception. This averted the majority of people¡¯s suspicions. There were even some people who said that the drug could have been made sweet and tasty, but in order to prevent people to eat it like a snack, they added the astringent bitterness. And after the demons launched their relentless attack, this white pill instantly won the trust of all the soldiers¡ªagainst the attacks of the enemy that lasted all day, Jodel could not imagine how he could hold up for tens of hours in this high-intensity battle with virtually no rest without the pills. As a veteran hunter, he naturally understood how large the difference was between throwing himself into battle in excellent condition and carrying exhaustion into battles that came one after the other. As long as he didn¡¯t die as soon as he swallowed the drug, he could accept any side effect no matter how serious they were. Chapter 1330 - Battle of Wills Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations People like Farry who spurned the Unfallable Pill were a rarity. But seeing that he looked decently spirited, Jodel didn¡¯t think any deeper into it¡ªfretting about his own survival was hard enough on this battlefield, let alone others. Eight days had passed since the trumpets of war began. Eight days ago, their line of defense had still been outside of Gust Castle. The combination of machine gun and cannon fire made it difficult for the demons to progress any further. However, with the passing of time, traces of the enemy began appearing all over their formation. Giant Skeletons started breaking in between Gust Castle and Metalstone Ridge, turning the weakly defended region into a Red Mist region. Although the Aerial Knights attempted to stop them, it was to little effect. When the demons relied on these ¡®Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts¡¯ and launched a pincer attack from the two flanks, the fire of the cannons was scattered. In order for the troops to avoid being surrounded, they retreated backwards to their subsequent formation while returning fire. These events repeated once more. The incessant attacks by the enemy caused everybody to feel an enormous pressure, their break times shrank from normal rotations to four or five hours, although the rear received a few reinforcements, the difference in numbers was so large that it was plain to the eye. There were at most two thousand soldiers fighting at the front line, while the assaults that the demons launched on them basically all consisted of over twenty thousand. What¡¯s more, the Devilbeasts could go around the defense line and directly charge in the direction of Cage Mountain. Although it was impossible to understand the situation back there, clearly they were not in a good position. Three days ago, the front line troops received a command for the entire army to retreat into the city. At the same time, the demon¡¯s attack from the west side suddenly became a lot stronger, this was undeniably a signal: suggesting that it was likely that Metalstone Ridge, which was on the west side of the First Army, had already fallen, and they were next. The next day, the enemy broke past their line of artillery for the first time, and engaged in close range battle with the soldiers. At this point, this war had become entirely a battle of wills. Jodel looked at the dilapidated short wall hundred of meters in the distance. The ravaged outer city wall of Gust Castle was now filled with holes, and its surface was filled with hanging demon corpses. The blood that poured out of the corpses dyed the wall in a layer of eerie and ghostly blue. The strip from the defense line to the short wall was more like a purgatory. The corpses of soldiers and Mad Demons were splayed all over the place and mixed together, with half of them buried underneath the snow and the other frozen in the icy wind, like naturally formed ice sculptures. As the enemy¡¯s attack was unrelenting, they didn¡¯t even have enough time to take back bodies of the ones fallen in battle. The two sides of the long street were filled with bone spears and stone needles stuck to the ground like barbs grown from the earth¡ªbecause not everyone could hide within the sturdy fortifications, it would be like a lottery for the soldiers hiding in civilian houses and trenches every time the stone needles rained from the sky. One of them had penetrated the wall of the house and fallen less than one meter away from him. If it had been slightly closer, he would have already began serving the Three Gods. ¡°Pui!¡± Jodel shook his head, and flung those inauspicious thoughts out from his mind. When his clan was in danger, no matter how much he prayed to the Three Gods, he never got any response. It was natural that he was not protected by the Three Gods this time. Even though he might ultimately die in this city far from home, he definitely wanted to make his enemies pay a hefty price before then. The chief had sworn that he would definitely not maltreat any clan who fought for the fate of humankind. That was the reason why he came here! ¡°They¡¯re here!¡± Farry warned. No sounds of cannon fire¡­ Yesterday night, the artillery had become completely silent. Some say that they had suffered a sneak attack by Devilbeasts, there were also some who claimed that the artillery soldiers had been transferred somewhere else. No matter what it was, right now they could only rely on themselves to hold off the enemy. Finally, the figures of the demons appeared above the wall! The machine gun squad was still the first to begin fire¡ªApart from the Longsong Cannon, the loud and continuous noise of machine guns had become the most wonderful and moving sounds in the soldiers¡¯ hearts. The flying bullets caused the snow around the wall to spray in all directions, and the first demon to leap over the wall was instantly hit and fallen. The demons that followed closely from behind also had their skulls flung back by the rain of bullets. Gun fire also sounded from the east and west sides of the city. This was clearly another intense siege. Jodel didn¡¯t concern himself with the demons who charged towards the line of artillery head-on but focused his attention on the alley a hundred meters away. After three days of battling to defend the city, he realized something: The most dangerous area was usually not where all their artillery was focused at, but the streets and alleys that seemed quiet. At this moment the First Army had already long lost their line of defense. The troops had been organized into small units and were scattered disorderly around the blockhouses. Their most important job was to stop the demons from sneaking near their permanent fortifications, as for the enemies hundreds of meters away, it would be difficult to aim fatal shots even if he wanted to kill them. Suddenly, six Mad Demons appeared above the roof of a two-story mud building. They seemed to plan on using the building to circle around the areas where the gun fire was most concentrated, and this action made them completely exposed before Jodel¡¯s gunpoint. He held his breath, aimed at the demon moving at the end, and squeezed the trigger. The target fell on the sound of fire. Farry and his two other companions joined in the firing. The weak wooden roof was unable to withstand the drastic movements of the Mad Demons and their slow climbing caused them to become the most eye-catching target-boards. ¡°Four o¡¯ clock, there¡¯s a large number of demons at four o¡¯ clock!¡± Before they could finish off what was left of the remnant demons, Sand National from behind them hollered, ¡°They¡¯re coming in this direction!¡± ¡°Leave this place to me!¡± Farry yelled, ¡°You guys go and deal with the ones on the other side!¡± Jodel immediately turned his gunpoint and ran to the front of another window¡ªIf the team were to single out whose aim was the best among his team mates, it would be unquestionably Farry. If he said he could finish off the remaining demons, then it would definitely not be a problem. But when he saw a swarm of over a hundred demons charge toward his hiding spot, Jodel¡¯s heart sunk. ¡°Damn, were those bastards from before scouting?¡± someone gasped in realization. ¡°I¡¯m afraid so.¡± He immediately came to a conclusion. ¡°Everybody, don¡¯t save up your ammunition anymore, after we take out this wave of demons move towards six o¡¯ clock!¡± Concentrated sounds of gunfire erupted from the window, among them were the newly issued automatic weapons¡ªcompared to the roar of Mark I, the new weapon which was called the general-purpose machine gun sounded more crisp, but was not below the monstrous weapon in terms of firing speed. Its only shortcoming was that its magazine only contained thirty rounds of ammunition causing it to be inferior to the Mark I in terms of suppressive ability. But clearly the enemy had not expected such powerful firepower would come from the top of the roof of a tiny belfry. Under the heavy, head-on assault of the general-purpose machine guns and rocket projectiles, the hundred or so demons instantly halved in number, the remaining enemies all raised their bone spears. ¡°Be careful, they¡¯re throwing spears!¡± Jodel hollered as he pushed his body to the floor. Dozens of bone spears shot like arrows to the top of the belfry. ¡°Dong¡ª!¡± The bell hummed intermittently as it was stricken by the spears. If they were on the ground, ti would have been difficult to escape this attack, but the difference in the height of their positions formed a natural cover, even if the bone spears that were thrown from a low to high ground filled the windows, it would be difficult for them to fatally shoot down a soldier. The sounds of gunfire paused for a moment and then began again. The remaining Mad Demons were pushed into a predicament where they could neither progress or retreat. It was almost certain that they would be able to finish off this enemy squad. Jodel involuntarily released a sigh. He was felt a hint of pity, he had heard the costs of producing general-purpose machine guns were not cheap, and were first given to the Aerial Knights to use. If everyone in the front line arm had hold of one, the demons would be no match for them even if they didn¡¯t rely on the bunkers. At this moment, Farry suddenly screamed, ¡°Crap, get out of here!¡± He froze and subconsciously twisted his head around to look. In the distance, a hole appeared in the city wall. An enormous Spider Demon passed through the body of the wall, crouched down, and opened the thick shell on its back where a pitch black stone pillar seemed to emit light. Wait, could it be aiming at them? Jodel raised his head, the bronze bell that hung from the beam of the roof was still vibrating. Hell, it was the bell hums from before! He raised his gun and ran towards the stairs. At the same time a soft sound came from the distance. ¡°Boom¡ª¡± Before he even ran down one flight of stairs, a black stone pillar that was thicker than a person flew in a high parabolic trajectory and then directly struck the midsection of the belfry. Following a thunderous roar, the entire belfry collapsed! Chapter 1331 - The One That Vanished Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Cough¡­ Cough¡­ Cough¡­¡± In the midst of the tumbling smoke, Jodel slowly picked himself up. Chippings were still falling from above him. Only less than half remained of the once tall and erect building. Fortunately, the collapsed beam formed a narrow shelter with the wall structure and he luckily survived. ¡°Is anyone alive?¡± he shouted with difficulty, but the surging dust very quickly filled his mouth. The likelihood that his team mates had heard him was slim. Jodel could only squeeze himself through the crack between the beam and stones and clamber upwards, heading to where there was light. Under the dim light, he saw that there were several broken wooden chips lodged in his arms and thighs. The blood that seeped out dyed his army uniform crimson. The Delaying Agent had done its job once again; if it had not blocked out the pain, he didn¡¯t know how long he would have taken to recover from his fall. After arduously crawling out of the ruins, Jodel suddenly discovered several demons less than ten meters away from him. They were clearly the squad that had charged directly for the belfry earlier. If the Spider Demon had attacked slightly later, he and his companions would have annihilated that squad sooner or later. Now, the tables had been turned. It was obvious why the demons were surrounding the tower, they wanted to destroy any escaping survivors. Jodel didn¡¯t hesitate too much. He knew that the chance of escaping alive was one in a million. A bolt rifle could only shoot one round of bullets at one go and with the Mad Demons¡¯ abilities, they could rip him apart in the time he took to reload. Even so, he resolutely raised his flintlock. To Sand Nationals, death was not scary, what was frightening was not being able to see hope. If his death could exchange for the continuation of his clan and allow his wife and children to eat their fill, then it was enough. In the instant he fired, Jodel couldn¡¯t help but recall the moment when he, shouldering the heavy pressure of the clans of the Iron Sand City, determinedly swore his loyalty to the chief¡ªthat night, he had also charged against the Wildwave and Cut Bone clans believing that he would definitely die in the process. With the roar of gunfire, one Mad Demon fell and the other three swiftly lunged for him. At this distance, a sharp claw was more effective than a spear. In a flash, a large outstretched claw reached towards him. If it had actually taken hold of him, half of his face would have been crushed! But at this moment, Jodel suddenly felt as if his body was no longer within his control. His body fell backwards and he dodged the fatal attack with his back bent at an unbelievable angle. Next he used the gun handle as support and propelled himself backwards, his body that was still in a backward-leaning position lifted in the air and he completed an excellent backward somersault. And when he landed, the second round of ammunition had already been pushed into the gun barrel! What was happening? Jodel was utterly stunned. Could this be a side effect of the Delaying Agent? Not only wasn¡¯t he feeling amplified pain, but his movements had also become more agile, although none of it was of his own accord. Even though he mind was still dazed, his body did not seem to have any intention of stopping. With a roar, the demon charged towards him. The Sand National held the gun in both hands and raised it steadily, when he squeezed the trigger the gunpoint was basically already pressed against the demon¡¯s forehead! ¡°Bang!¡± The enemy¡¯s head exploded. The second Mad Demon had already tore in front of him but as if it had learned a lesson from its fallen brethren. It didn¡¯t leap at Jodel instantly but pulled out his bone spear and swung horizontally at him. The only thing that Jodel could block with was his flintlock and that was what his body did. The enormous difference in strength between the two caused the gun to be sent flying from his hands and land in the ruins of the belfry with a clatter. Just when Jodel thought that everything was over, his body once more made an unexpected movement. He moved forward straight-backed and crashed directly into the body of the Mad Demon. His right hand pulled out the bayonet from his waist. From below, the dagger arced upwards and stabbed through the demon¡¯s helmet at the chin. Instantly, Red Mist spurted outwards. When the demon was about to wrap its arms around him and drag him into an internecine death, Jodel had already slipped out of the demon¡¯s grapple like a mud fish. The Mad Demon wobbled a few steps forward and then limply knelt onto the floor. Winning against a demon who was far superior to a human in terms of physical power in close-range battle was something that never even crossed Jodel¡¯s mind, but now, not only had he accomplished it, he finished off two in one go? The last remaining Mad Demon finally raised its bone spear. But the target he aimed at was not Jodel, but a broken wall in the ruins of the belfry! Like lightning, the spear shot through the wooden window on the broken wall. A short silhouette gave a cry and leaped upright from behind the broken wall. It was Farry! The Mad Demon didn¡¯t care about his withered arm at all and bounded towards Farry in huge strides. Jodel involuntarily twisted around and dashed straight at the demon. Both of them arrived before Farry at basically the same time. At the moment the Mad Demon raised its arm, Jodel¡¯s bayonet had already pierced through its throat from behind. Red Mist sprayed outwards from the injury and splattered onto Farry¡¯s raised arm. His companion let out a shrill scream. Jodel realized in shock that he had regained control of his body. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re¡ª¡± Looking at Farry¡¯s rapidly rotting arm, realization dawned on him instantly. ¡°Why¡­ are you here?¡± Unlike the old Church in the Northern Kingdom, the Mojins had never regarded witches as a symbol of evil, instead, they saw them as Divine Ladies with superhuman powers. Because there was an extremely small number of them, clans that had a Divine Lady could usually be potential candidates for taking control of the Iron Sand City. Jodel had once heard a rumor of a clan named the Sandstone Clan who, under the lead of a Divine Lady, followed the Queen of Clearwater in an expedition to the far North and never returned. That Divine Lady was called Kabala, and her ability was to be able to direct others to work for her. But they didn¡¯t get the rewards they deserved, Sandstone was unable to recover from the departure of a large numbers of strong young adults and the women and children left behind on the edge of the southern region were annexed by other clans. It was only until the chief re-enacted the laws and rules of the desert could the clan preserve their name. Outstanding combat skill, his uncontrolled body and the Mojin background¡­ after witnessing these unbelievable events, apart from the Sandstone Divine Lady he couldn¡¯t find any other explanation. But right now was clearly not the time to think deeply into it. He dug out a roll of bandages from the bag around his waist and bound Farry¡¯s arm. Then he used his knife to scrape away the festered skin, heaved Farry onto his shoulders, and ran in the direction of the permanent fortifications. ¡°Don¡¯t¡­ tell anyone about this¡­¡± His teammate¡¯s soft murmur came from behind his back. ¡°But¡ª ¡± ¡°I beg you,¡± Farry interrupted weakly. After Jodel hesitated for a long time he nodded slightly. ¡°Okay, I won¡¯t say anything.¡± Sounds of gunfire still rang ceaselessly around them, but the frequency had reduced greatly. He saw half the body of the Spider Demon which had invaded the city fly into the air from the fire of a cannon and become completely paralyzed. After he entered the inner region of the city, every so often someone would leap out from a concealed spot and cover their retreat alternatingly until they reached safety. When the figures of Aerial Knights appeared in the sky, Jodel knew that they had finally held off the demons¡¯ attack this time. Perhaps the next time they battle would be the last stand for the garrison. But at least until now, victory had been theirs. However, half an hour later, to Jodel¡¯s surprise, all the troops received a command to abandon Gust Castle and retreat through the western exit of Cage Mountain. Chapter 1332 - The Cause of All Mankind Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°My lord, my subordinates have informed me that we have just subjugated Gust Castle, those lowlifes are now fleeing south!¡± a Junior Demon declared loudly while genuflecting. ¡°Good job! I¡¯ll report your contributions to the Sky Lord.¡± Totolock nodded in approval. ¡°Don¡¯t mind the escaping troops for now, keep cutting at the lowlifes¡¯ line of defense towards the east until their army is in a complete disarray!¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± ¡°This battle will give you a chance to upgrade, you need to seize this opportunity and trade their blood for our honor!¡± ¡°As you command!¡± After the Junior Demon left, Totolock gave a cold laugh and looked at the map provided by the human nobles. ¡°Lord Hackzord is overthinking things, the lowlifes are this and nothing more. Their trap might work once or twice, but it can¡¯t work every time. In the end, strength is what prevails in war. Even if their resistance has grown a lot stronger since four hundred years ago, it can¡¯t make up for the overall gap between the two races.¡± ¡°But our losses are not small either.¡± The tentacles on Siacis¡¯s chin made hissing noises. ¡°In eight days, we have lost almost forty thousand warriors, our front line troops are down thirty percent. If we keep fighting like this, our strength might be compromised subsequently.¡± ¡°So what? Haven¡¯t the lowlifes always been stubborn at first before they end up falling apart?¡± Totolock said indifferently. ¡°Only strong races that can withstand losses can achieve final victory. The western side of Wolfheart is now in our hands, how much longer can the remaining two cities last? When we start attacking from all directions, they will very quickly lose the will to battle¡ªjust like now!¡± Siacis didn¡¯t repudiate him. Although the strength of the humans¡¯ resistance were beyond his expectations, he still agreed with Totolock¡¯s view deep down. After all, he¡¯d already seen too many stalemate situations collapse, like the seemingly solid surface of a frozen river suddenly shattering. And the cause was usually due to one small crack. The humans were always most intense in the beginning, but as their losses increased and failures accumulated, they gradually lost confidence. Internal conflict would emerge and, in the end, they would utterly lose the will to resist. At the start, his race had more losses than humans, but as long as they persisted unrelentingly and oppressed them, the situation would be reversed. Near the end, it wouldn¡¯t be too much to say that the humans would flee at the mere sight of them. This wasn¡¯t simply a problem of courage but as Totolock said, the intrinsic gap between the two races. Humans needed plenty of rest, they needed to eat, to have warm beds and shelters to shield them from the wind, and all these conditions were difficult to satisfy in a war. He had once closely observed the humans. Right now, he didn¡¯t even need to take a look at their state with his own eyes to imagine how dire their situation was. By using the Primal Demons like expendables, his race had maintained days of relentless attacks. Adding on his race¡¯s advantage in numbers, it was basically impossible for the humans to get enough rest. Their mental state was likely on the brink of collapse, and having sufficient food and rest was impossible. These unfavorable conditions would gradually eat away at the humans¡¯ morale. The news regarding Metalstone Ridge and Gust Castle would spread through their army sooner or later. Under the combination of these two blows, how long could the Sand City and Sedimentation Bay last? Meanwhile his race didn¡¯t need such things; both food and rest could be solved by the Red Mist. The more cruel the war was, the clearer the advantage they had over the humans became. Siacis concurred with Hackzord¡¯s opinion, but he firmly believed that the final victory belonged to the demon race. Humans¡ªnot lowlifes, had already performed well enough. ¡°I will bring the news of victory back with me to the Sky City and leave the subsequent attacks to you,¡± Siacis said. ¡°Don¡¯t underestimate the humans, use the power we currently have to capture the Kingdom of Wolfheart¡ªAt times like this we shouldn¡¯t add any more pressure to our rear.¡± Totolock spewed out a breath of hot gas. ¡°Relax, if our troops are not enough, I will fill in the blanks myself.¡± ¡­ After they retreated to a safe area, Jodel slept for over ten hours. When he woke up, he felt as if his body was drained of energy and his stomach was protesting in pain. He subconsciously felt at the bag around his waist for his food rations but discovered that the clothes he was wearing had been changed into new ones. His familiar rifle was also gone from beside his bed. There were around a dozen other wooden beds inside the tent, all of which were empty. Was this¡­ the field hospital? His team mates had probably sent him here because when he fainted, his expression under the intense pain brought by the side effects of the Delaying Agent was too frightening. He wondered how Farry was right now. In order not to expose her identity, she inflicted more damage on the injury on her arm while enduring the agonizing pain to make it look completely different. Even if it didn¡¯t threaten her life, it would need a very long time for her to recover. When he thought about how his battle partner, whom he lived and fought together with for over half of year, was actually a Divine Lady, Jodel felt his cheeks grow hot¡ªHe had not felt this way when he was retreating from the Gust Castle. But his agitation and nervousness was very quickly pushed away by his intense hunger. If he didn¡¯t eat something soon he felt that he would faint again any time. Jodel slowly got up from the bed and dragged his feeble body in the direction of the tent¡¯s exit. To his surprise, just when he pulled apart the curtain, the strong aroma of meat filled his nostrils. The smell was so captivating it was like it came from the heavens. ¡°You¡¯ve woken?¡± A nurse very quickly noticed him. ¡°Didn¡¯t the higher-ups tell you? You can¡¯t eat Delaying Agents one after the other. If you had eaten one more, you probably wouldn¡¯t have seen the light of the day again. You¡¯re really hungry now aren¡¯t you? I¡¯ll bring you to the canteen.¡± After he followed the nurse and entered a huge tent, Jodel almost couldn¡¯t believe his eyes. Seven or eight metal buckets filled with steaming food were lined up in a row along a long table, from steak to soup¡ªit had it all. Everybody lined up in a queue and passed the long table one by one with containers in their hands. When over half of the food in a bucket had gone, someone would tip more inside¡ªthe food was unquestionably made on the spot by the services department. But¡­ isn¡¯t this too extravagant? As a past Mojin hunter who often teamed up with other small clans to hunt, he naturally knew how hard it was to provide fresh food for an entire group of people, let alone in times of war! The First Army was clearly short on both men and ammunition, how could they waste their precious transportation equipment on things like this? Jodel couldn¡¯t help but voice his confusion and the nurse chuckled. ¡°The food wasn¡¯t sent from Graycastle, they came from the cities in the Kingdom of Dawn. And it wasn¡¯t the First Army caravans that transported them but the people you saved.¡± ¡°The people¡­ we saved?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± The tone of the nurse¡¯s voice was gentle and filled with warmth. ¡°Not only are there escapees from Everwinter among them, there are also refugees from Wolfheart. A number of them went to Neverwinter and the remaining wished to stay and do something to help in fending off the demons. They sent this food over here bit by bit by pushing carts and even carrying it on their shoulders.¡± Jodel was suddenly at a loss for words. He had undertaken evacuation jobs before and honestly, the refugees weren¡¯t very cooperative at the start. Often, there would be conflict among them. He had been secretly annoyed about it and even regarded them as incurable idiots. But now, it was precisely those ¡®fools¡¯ that brought them hot and freshly cooked food. ¡°It¡¯s not only the ones who were saved,¡± the nurse¡¯s tone sounded cheerful, ¡°the merchants in the Kingdom of Dawn have also stood on our side. Not only did they provide several horses, they even voluntarily lowered food prices, which is why everybody can enjoy fresh meat and vegetables here right now.¡± She raised her head, looked at Jodel and smiled. ¡°Doesn¡¯t this prove that the battle we¡¯re fighting for all humankind is slowly being accepted by everyone? When I think of this, I feel invigorated!¡± Chapter 1333 - The Battlefield At The Rear Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Fighting for all of humankind¡­ Even though the chief had indeed said that this battle would determine the fate of humankind, the main reason that Jodel had joined the First Army was for his own clan; he had never given a single thought about gaining anything in return from others. It didn¡¯t matter whether or not they appreciated his efforts, he had to complete the job anyway. Although Jodel still thought the same way, when he recalled the nurse¡¯s smiling face and the taste of the fresh and hot food, he felt a strange surge of warmth inside his heart. Perhaps the things he was doing were more important than he imagined. After he finished a bountiful meal, Jodel returned to his squad. There were some new faces in the nine Sand National groups that he served in¡ªthis was nothing new; the rear was continuously sending soldiers to the front line and, among them, there were veterans who departed later as well as new recruits. As the front line always incurred a certain loss after a battle, it was necessary to transfer and adjust numbers frequently. To his delight, he saw two of his companions who had been guarding with him at the belfry. ¡°I thought you had died over there and that only Ka¡­ Farry and I escaped.¡± Jodel pulled them into a tight hug and patted their shoulders hard. ¡°We were lucky. When the belfry collapsed, we happened to be on the lookout on the bottom level and was able to avoid all the falling rocks,¡± his comrade replied. ¡°It was you who shocked everyone, to think you would be unharmed even though you were up on the stairs. If we had known earlier, we wouldn¡¯t have left first.¡± ¡°No, leaving as soon as possible was the right choice.¡± Jodel shook his head. In situations like that, even if they could survive, they would have most likely encountered the demons that were heading for the belfry. If Kabala hadn¡¯t saved him, he wouldn¡¯t have escaped demons¡¯ encirclement. ¡°Unfortunately, the others weren¡¯t so lucky.¡± In the end, only half of the ten-person squad survived¡ªeven though Sand Nationals had been through far too many occasions of bidding farewell to their teammates and were accustomed to seeing death, he still couldn¡¯t help feeling sad inside. After all, after over half a year of grinding training and teamwork they had formed a new type of relationship¡ªthis type of relationship was no less close knit than his relationship with his friends and relatives among his clan. Even though he was overjoyed to see his surviving comrades, Jodel still felt somewhat puzzled. The importance of Gust Castle was obvious, even he understood this. It was the capture of Metalstone Ridge that had caused the two flanks of their line of defense to fall apart after all. Likewise, abandoning Gust Castle would transfer this pressure to the Sand City and Sedimentation Bay, causing them to be face the same predicament. He had originally believed that the First Army would guard this city to the death, until it was completely swallowed by the demons. Of course, being able come out alive deserved celebration, but he did not feel as elated as he had thought he would. If the entire First Army line was defeated, not only would all the deaths of his people become meaningless, his clan¡¯s hard-won hopes would be for naught. But as he had to abide by the responsibility of following orders and his trust in the chief, he didn¡¯t voice his questions in front of his two comrades. ¡°May the Three Gods accept their souls.¡± ¡°May the Three Gods protect them in their afterlife.¡± After silently praying according to the traditions of the Sand Nation, one of Jodel¡¯s comrades changed the topic. ¡°Let¡¯s not think about this anymore and talk about something light-hearted. You might not know but tonight Lord Iron Axe will come and inspect the encampment, and there¡¯ll be a play performance!¡± ¡°A play¡­ performance?¡± Other than boosting the troops¡¯ morale, the commander-in-chief must have come here to deliver a new command, which was not unexpected. But something like a play seemed completely irrelevant to war¡­ People from the Sand Nation didn¡¯t have such refined hobbies so he didn¡¯t understand why his comrades were so excited. His comrades clearly saw his befuddlement. ¡°Yes, the famous Star Flower Troupe will be coming!¡± ¡°So?¡± ¡°Have you actually never heard of them? Drow Silvermoon from the Osha Clan is one of the members of the troupe!¡± ¡­ After circling the area in hovering mode, ¡®Seagull¡¯ landed stably in the airport at the western pass of Cage Mountain. Nana stepped down the gangway ladder and immediately followed the medical staff to the medical camp. ¡°Report the situation of the wounded,¡± she said while walking and throwing on her white doctor¡¯s jacket at the same time. ¡°Order the beds according to the rules in the First Aid Handbook, those with injuries to their critical organs take priority.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the nurse acting as her assistant replied hurriedly. ¡°Currently the encampment has accepted three hundred and twenty-six injured, among them fifty-five are in critical state. Their beds are lined up in tent one. In order to prolong their survival, most of them have been overdosed with Delaying Agent.¡± ¡°The Delaying Agent is not a problem. Be careful in administering anti-shock therapy after the drug effects wear off¡ªif the pain is too intense, use Dreamland Water to stop the side effects first. You have already prepared the Dreamland Water that you¡¯ll be giving them later, right?¡± ¡°Y-Yes,¡± the assistant replied. Even though it was not her first time assisting Miss Angel, she still could not get used to the cute, petite and delicate girl that looked no different from a girl next door calmly giving out instructions like an old and experienced scholar. ¡°Oh yeah.¡± Nana stopped before the number one tent. ¡°The therapeutic devices that I asked you to prepare before, you¡¯ve prepared one for every patient right?¡± ¡°Yes, but¡­¡± The nurse hesitated and subconsciously addressed her with a respectful term. ¡°M¡¯am, are you really going to treat so many patients at once?¡± According to the nurse¡¯s experience, it would take at least several days of water treatment to treat over fifty heavily injured patients and pull them out of danger. ¡°Of course.¡± Nana smiled at her. ¡°Relax, as long as I am here, they will all live.¡± Looking at Nana¡¯s confident smile, the nurse felt her worry alleviate considerably. She inhaled deeply and followed Miss Pine into the tent. ¡­ After Nana put on a pair of specially created rubber worm gloves, she stood in front of the first patient¡¯s bed. Her evolution on her Day of Adulthood allowed her ability to gain a new characteristic. Her original simple summoning power could now also be attached to objects and could continuously heal the injuries around her. Compared to directly injecting magic power to heal, the effects of her new ability was clearly not as good; at least, it could not result in visible, rapid injury healing. However, it would use up a lot less magic power, and didn¡¯t require her to continuously use her ability, which was the biggest advantage enchantment had. As long as the the enchanted object kept existing, the patient¡¯s injury would slowly heal, and this allowed Nana to heal multiple patients at once. More importantly, it fundamentally removed the pain caused by the repetitive worsening of the patient¡¯s injury due to the alternating treatments that occurred when there was insufficient magic power. After her High Awakening, she had performed an experiment in the campsite at the back of Sedimentation Bay. A gauze that she enchanted with her magic could maintain effectiveness for over a week; this was already enough to pull the wounded out of a critical state. The only problem was after she used up her magic power, the object would not disappear but remain inside the body of the patient. If she wanted to get the most out of her magic power, the enchanted object must be as close to the worst part of the injury as possible. Thus, Nana looked at the medical resources in the Dream World and decided to use the suture line for internal injuries and the gauze for external. She picked up a scalpel and skillfully cut open the bloody abdomen of the patient. She found the puncture in his gut pierced through by a bone spear and quickly sewed it together. The thin thread made from sheep intestines could be naturally absorbed by the body, and it wouldn¡¯t need to be extracted after recovery. It could be regarded as the perfect medical material. Of course, for hard injuries such as broken bones, the suture line would not work¡ªbut injuries like this would not endanger a patient¡¯s life immediately and she could very much leave it up to the physicians and nurses. The development of Neverwinter¡¯s medical institution system had already progressed from emergency treatment at the beginning to a group of medical staff that could independently perform simple treatments. ¡°After the blood water has been drained, stitch up the wound. Next.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Place a drainage strip at the wound and monitor the injury.¡± ¡°Leave it to me.¡± ¡°Amputate this leg first, we will think of something later.¡± ¡°Understood!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Under Nana Pine¡¯s instructions, the medical staff were all immersed in a tense yet organized medical treatments. At that moment the medical encampment became another bustling battlefield. Chapter 1334 - The Only Compensation Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations When Kabala awoke, her arm had already been bound with thick gauze. She still felt a throbbing pain, but it was insignificant compared to when the Red Mist sprayed on her. This surprised her. The injury on her arm was not life-threatening so it shouldn¡¯t have been treated immediately¡ªit wouldn¡¯t have been strange if it was treated last or even left to recuperate by itself. After all, every squad had been repetitively reminded of the characteristics and importance of Angel¡¯s ability, she didn¡¯t think that people from the Sand Nation would receive special treatment either¡ªif it was in a more critical condition, it would have been more probable. But if it wasn¡¯t because of Angel¡¯s ability, how could her injury heal so fast? Could it be that¡­ She suddenly felt a hint of uneasiness. She needed to quickly leave where she was and return to the army encampment. ¡°Farry right?¡± A nurse noticed her movement, walked over, and looked at the name tag that hung on her bed. ¡°How do you feel?¡± ¡°There¡¯s nothing serious now, I can return to the army at any time.¡± She turned over and got down from bed and acted indignant. ¡°Many of my comrades have died in the demon¡¯s hands, I want to make them pay immediately!¡± ¡°My condolences.¡± The nurse nodded. ¡°But before then, you must first visit the main tent of the camp, Miss Nana Pine would like to see you.¡± Kabala jolted. ¡°She¡­ wants to see me? But my injury has pretty much¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure of the reason either, but she told me specially to tell you to do so,¡± the nurse said with a smile. ¡°The other soldiers wouldn¡¯t be able to see her even if they wanted to. Come with me.¡± Kabala stared at the nurse¡¯s unguarded back. After a moment of hesitation, she followed after her. After passing through several checkpoints, she saw the fabled ¡®Angel.¡¯ Simply from looking at her appearance, she certainly did fit the image that was rumored among the First Army. She was petite and cute, her skin fair with a ruddy complexion and she had a pair of youthful eyes. She was obviously a daughter from a noble family, and it would be accurate to deduce that she hadn¡¯t experienced any hardship at all. Kabala thanked her luck, perhaps things were not as bad as she thought. ¡°Um¡­ You wanted to see me?¡± Unfortunately, Nana Pine¡¯s first sentence shattered all of her hopes. ¡°I¡¯m very curious. You¡¯re clearly a witch, why did you hide your identity and enter the First Army as a normal person?¡± ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t really understand¡­¡± Kabala replied unyieldingly. Did Jodel really report this to the higher-ups¡­ ¡°Your injury.¡± Nana pointed at her arm. ¡°Although there are many punctures, most of them were caused by a sharp weapon. A demon¡¯s claw cannot do this, I think the weapon is probably a dagger or a bayonet. Also, when I was cleaning the wound I discovered traces of erosion by Red Mist. It penetrates into the muscle under the skin and can even reach the bones, only witches will suffer such an injury. Even if you deliberately marred your injury, you cannot falsify the corrosion.¡± Kabala shut her mouth. Nana didn¡¯t learn about her identity from Jodel. Her reasons were logical and clear, leaving Kabala no space for any further lies. At first she had assumed that Nana was innocent and naive, thinking that she could perhaps fool her with words or pretending to be ignorant, now she realized that her plan had been laughable. After a long time, she asked in a low voice, ¡°You¡¯ve seen witches being corroded by the Red Mist?¡± Nana curled her lip. ¡°I¡¯m one myself.¡± Kabala was stunned. ¡°Everybody said that the Red Mist inflicts serious damage on witches, but nobody knows the way to cure it, so I could only experiment personally,¡± the young lady said frankly. ¡°If one of my sisters really gets harmed by the Red Mist one day, yet I can¡¯t do anything about it, won¡¯t I regret it for the rest of my life?¡± She paused. ¡°Luckily, as long as you don¡¯t breathe in large amounts of Red Mist or get sprayed in critical body parts like the head, you can still be saved within a short amount of time. So remember, next time you encounter something like this, the safest thing to do is to cut off your arm immediately.¡± Kabala goggled at her speechlessly. Until now, she could not forget how excruciating the pain of the Red Mist¡¯s corrosion was. Usually, one would never want to experience it again after experiencing it once; yet, from the tone of Nana¡¯s voice, it seemed like she had undergone it several times. When she spoke of it, Nana¡¯s expression did not change at all; it was completely unfitting to her nascent and soft features. A greenhouse flower from a noble family? Stop kidding! She let out a long sigh. Now that she thought about it, although she was treated highly as a Divine Lady, she seemed to have never gotten the upper hand in negotiations¡ªwhether her opponent was the Queen of Clearwater, or a young lady from the Northern Kingdom. ¡°¡­ My name is Kabala, I come from the Sandstone Clan, Farry is a fake name.¡± Kabala gave up her struggle and confessed her past. At this point, it was impossible for her to stay in the First Army, and because she had once served the chief¡¯s mortal enemy, the third princess of Graycastle, Garcia, it wouldn¡¯t be unexpected if she was seized and taken back to Neverwinter to undergo questioning. Even if Roland Wimbledon insisted in treating witches kindly, it didn¡¯t mean that he would treat his enemy¡¯s subordinates kindly. ¡°I¡¯m very curious, in the battle in Wolfheart, how did you trick the Pure Witches of the church?¡± Nana asked. ¡°Apart from commanding other people, my command ability can also be used to command myself¡ªif it¡¯s only one person, I can also make a person do something that exceeds the limits of their body, and death is one of those things,¡± Kabala said slowly. ¡°Once the command is received, both breathing and the heartbeat will stop. Back then, both the Pure Witches and the Judgement Army were chasing the King of Wolfheart so they didn¡¯t waste too much time on me.¡± ¡°No wonder; the scars on your face were from that time right?¡± Miss Pine pondered. ¡°I don¡¯t really understand. You mentioned that you entered the First army for the remaining people of your clan, but why did you hide your identity and not even tell your clan that you¡¯re still alive?¡± ¡°What can I say? That I brought everyone to seek an eternal oasis, but I was the only one who survived in the end?¡± Kabala¡¯s expression revealed a bitterness beyond words. ¡°They had put their trust and hope in me, yet I turned them into illogical monsters. Over a thousand healthy, young clansmen died outside their homeland, and the Sandstone Clan was almost annexed, how can I bring myself to return to the clan? ¡°When the First Army was recruiting people among the people of the Sand Nation, I realized the only thing I could do in return was enter the army, and then use my contributions to exchange for an oasis that my clansmen can live in. The background checks in the Sand Nation is not as strict as yours, so I fabricated an identity and gained ¡®s trust when encircling the Wildwave and Cut Bone clans, ¡± she said with her head lowered. ¡°You can do whatever you want with me, but¡­ please don¡¯t release your anger onto the people of the Sandstone Clan¡ªthere are only women and children left in the clan, they have never served Garcia Wimbledon.¡± ¡°I understand. ¡± Nana nodded. ¡°You can go back now.¡± ¡°Wh¡­ What?¡± Kabala was momentarily placed at a loss. ¡°I actually asked for you to come here to ask if you wanted to get rid of the scars on your face.¡± The young lady spread out her hands. ¡°But from the looks of it, the answer is no. If that is so, then there¡¯s nothing more I need to say.¡± Kabala turned agape, incapable of a reply. It was true, she had never gained the upper hand in negotiations¡ªshe was often rendered speechless too in the past when conferring with the Queen of Clearwater, just like now¡­ Yet the feeling she got from the two was completely different. ¡°Oh yeah, the Star Flower Troupe is having a performance tonight, it will be right in the campsite in the western pass.¡± Nana laughed. ¡°If you return to your squad now, you might be able to catch the ending.¡± Kabala bit her lip. After she bowed according to the etiquette of Sand Nationals, she turned and left the main tent. Chapter 1335 - Morale Boosting Song Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Is it okay to do so?¡± Nana turned back. Wendy walked out from behind the curtains and rubbed her head with a smile. ¡°You¡¯ve already made the decision, isn¡¯t it too late to ask me now?¡± ¡°Because I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m doing the right thing either,¡± she said, pouting her lips. ¡°I¡¯m not as smart as Sister Anna, who can do everything with complete confidence.¡± ¡°There aren¡¯t many people like her to begin with,¡± Wendy said gently. ¡°So just choose the answer you think you won¡¯t regret.¡± Watching the young lady being absorbed in thought, Wendy couldn¡¯t help but feel wistful. She remembered the first time she saw Nana, when Nana was still a naive and innocent lass. Nana would chirp back at birds when she saw them and she would faint upon seeing blood. She couldn¡¯t even understand her own problems, let alone worry about others. In the short span of just a bit over four years, she had already learned how to look at a problem from another persons¡¯ perspective and possessed her own subjective judgement. The speed of her growth was astonishing. In reality, she was not the only one. Lightning, Lorgar, and even Mystery Moon had all changed significantly compared to before. It didn¡¯t matter if their choices were right or wrong; at least they dared to make the choice. This was probably a characteristic of the younger generation¡­ Wendy revealed a faint, bitter smile. As for herself¡­ she no longer had such courage. ¡­ Kabala walked towards the place where the play was being held¡ªshe didn¡¯t need to be guided by the signs on the road, since the lights and excited cries of the crowd under the night sky made the best signpost. Her pace became faster and faster which slowly broke out into a jog. She didn¡¯t know why, but she felt as if her body had become a lot lighter. In the past, she had never felt like that, eager to return to the First Army troops as soon as possible as she did now. She summoned her magic power and gave herself a tiny command¡ªfind Jodel in the crowd. Of course, she was doing this to find her squad faster. After all, he was the only person she that could be certain had survived. Like an agile cat, she speedily maneuvered through the crowd, her eyes constantly taking in the environment around her and matching the scenes with the memories in her mind. After fifteen minutes, Kabala saw a familiar figure. Almost at the same time, he also noticed her. ¡°Jo¡ª¡± ¡°Thank goodness, you¡¯re okay!¡± Before she could react, Jodel had already pulled her into a hug. Kabala froze. Usually, not only would she have pulled away ages ago, she would also have slapped him while she was at it. But looking at Jodel, who seemed even more emotional than she was, the hand she raised never did land a strike. However, after maintaining the position for less than a few breaths, Jodel reacted and panickingly released his arms, stuttering, ¡°So-Sorry¡­ I forgot you¡¯re¡­ Um, I¡¯m just too happy, I don¡¯t mean a-anything else¡­¡± Kabala noticed two other familiar faces approaching them. It looked like they were not the only people who had survived the belfry¡¯s collapse. She used the hand she was originally going to slap with to pull the currently apologizing Jodel into her arms. ¡°If we were in the Iron Sand City, a philanderous action like what you just did towards a Divine Lady is enough for you to be dragged out and be fed to the scorpions,¡± she leaned close to Jodel and whispered in his ear. ¡°But right now I¡¯m not some Divine Lady, just a soldier from the Sand Nation, understand? If you are going to play the part you have to do it through and through. Don¡¯t let other people notice anything odd; otherwise, I definitely won¡¯t let you off easy!¡± ¡°Yes, I-I understand¡­¡± Jodel didn¡¯t dare to move a hair. ¡°Very good, don¡¯t forget this. Speaking of which, If I pull you in first, then you should be honored and will naturally not need to be fed to the scorpions.¡± Kabala paused. ¡°Now, go and celebrate with your teammates.¡± ¡°It¡¯s great that you were discharged so quickly!¡± ¡°The wound on your arm isn¡¯t too serious, is it?¡± As they were talking, the other two had already wrapped their hands around them and the group hugged each other, sharing their joy at still being alive. On the makeshift stage, the play was already nearing the end and applause that sounded like a rainstorm rippled throughout the crowd. Nobody noticed this little interlude among the nine squads. At this moment, the First Army commander-in-chief, Iron Axe, stepped onto the stage. When he opened his mouth, the crowd very quickly quietened. ¡°I know that in the past eight days, you have all been through hell-like ordeals. There has never been a battle this harsh in the past. ¡°This is because they are not doing this for territory, power, or riches. The demons only have one aim, and that is to wipe us out utterly; other than that, they do not wish for any compensation. ¡°So the demons will not care whether we surrender or not, they will not care for their own losses, even if their casualty numbers far exceeds ours. They will definitely not stop their attack! ¡°Even so, you have resisted until now, and survived in this trial of hell. This is enough to prove that although the demons who are going all out are strong, there is a limit¡ªthey are not undefeatable like the legends describe! It can be said that the ordeals you have undergone over these eight days, are no less significant than the Battle of Taquila! ¡°Over there, we defeated one demon army, but in Wolfheart, we are facing six or seven demon armies! The enemy are coming at us in full force, they are everywhere, from the western mountain to the east coast! But even until now, we have not been destroyed!¡± The crowd stirred. Iron Axe paused for a moment and then raised the tone of his voice a notch. ¡°That¡¯s right, in order to dodge the spearhead, I made the command to temporary retreat from Metalstone Ridge and Gust Castle. It might be like this in Sand City and Sedimentation Bay as well, but this is not failure, but an opportunity for a counterattack! ¡°I know what you are all worried about, but don¡¯t forget what I said before¡ªthis battle has nothing to do with territory or riches, the only goal is to annihilate the enemy. What we have abandoned are only cold stones and empty houses, but for this, the demons have sacrificed tens of thousands! ¡°You are the key to winning the war, as long as the strength of the First Army exists, taking back these cities will only be a matter of time! ¡°Sooner or later, the war will spread to the Cage Mountain region. This place will also become a battlefield, but before then, enjoy this night to your fullest! We relax now in order to face an even harsher challenge. After undergoing the trial of hell, we will give back hell! ¡°Long live Graycastle, long live His Majesty Roland, long live humans!¡± After Iron Axe yelled out the conclusion to his speech, the camp followed with an uproar. Everybody repeated the same rally cry and the worry and questions in their hearts melted away. At this moment, an inspiring song started. Echo walked onto the middle of the stage, delivering the play¡¯s finale. During the stimulating song, a vision of their army sweeping across the demons¡¯ formation like a flood seemed to appear before Kabala¡¯s eyes. She knew this was a type of ability, but didn¡¯t deliberately resist against it. When she felt the sound of everyone¡¯s hearts combined as one, she thought that it wasn¡¯t too bad. Kabala glanced aside at Jodel who was cheering beside her and a thought emerged involuntarily in her mind. After the war ended and the Sandstone Clan had a stable place to live, she would probably be forgiven by her clansmen, right? When that time came, she would seek out Miss Nana Pine to remove her scar. Chapter 1336 - Starting The Counterattack Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After Iron Axe returned on ¡®Seagull¡¯ to the Cage Mountain command post the following day, the first thing he did was walk into the General Staff office. ¡°How was your journey?¡± Edith was sitting in front of the mahogany desk, calmly sipping on some black tea. Although everybody had often worked until dawn and so busy that their brains were bursting the past few days, Edith still somehow maintained a refined image, as if she was naturally born with more energy and time than other people. Even Iron Axe admired her ability. ¡°The morale is encouraging.¡± His answer was brief. ¡°Then we can now begin the next step of our plan.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region revealed a slight smile. ¡°Speaking of which, the defending armies of Sand City have also retreated from the defense region yesterday night.¡± ¡°Then only Sedimentation Bay is left¡­¡± Iron Axe looked at the large map on the wall. ¡°I suggest to get them to evacuate as soon as possible and send out a squadron to receive them, we don¡¯t need to wait until there is a break in the defense.¡± Iron Axe nodded, agreeing with the judgment. There was very likely over fifty thousand demons gathered in the east from the west now. It wouldn¡¯t be a problem for such a large number to surround the entire Sedimentation Bay. As soon as the demons¡¯ troops gathered, it would be very difficult for the First Army to find another chance to retreat. Since the aim of the war had never been focused on cities and territory to begin with, giving up Sedimentation Bay in order to preserve their troops was the obvious decision. Ever since the enemy began their massive attack, evacuation processes had never ceased. The citizens and merchants that kept the city running were the first to be evacuated out of the city, following them were the noble families and aristocrats that chose to serve Roland. The current city was nothing more than a huge empty shell. As long as the command was given, the defending troops would move immediately. ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t understand¡­¡± Agatha who was flipping through the newest battle report suddenly muttered. ¡°Did something happen?¡± Iron Axe walked to her side. ¡°The difference between the death statistics¡­ the demons¡¯ losses are as much as thirty times as ours, how was this done?¡± The four cities had all been attacked by enemies in the past week so the reports were sent over separately, and needed to be collected and summarized. In order to avoid miscalculation, she had looked over the calculations in her hands numerous times, but the answer still remained the same. According to the statistics, over one thousand and five hundred people had died in battle in the four cities, while the deaths of the enemy were as much as fifty thousand; this could be entirely described as unbelievable. If this was in the times of The Union, Agatha would immediately think it was an intentional fabrication by someone in a bid to falsify military achievements. But she had followed the First Army in battle several times, and with their system of having several parties examining the report, the likelihood of falsification was tiny. Even if they threw away ten or twenty percent of the difference, it wouldn¡¯t change anything. After all, when the First Army was in the Fertile Plains on their northern expedition, they had only faced a twenty-thousand-strong demon army! At that time, they achieved victory in the Battle of Taquila only by relying on the hundreds of kilometres long railway and constructing one fortress after another, which took almost a year. This time, the plan of the General Staff was simply to keep retreating, how did they cause losses double that of the Fertile Plains in eight days? Even though she was filled with confidence with the current humans, she was still astounded. Agatha had originally thought that this battle would be extremely difficult. ¡°No wonder.¡± After looking at the Ice Witch¡¯s statistics, Edith chuckled. ¡°Honestly, the effects of this plan did surpass my expectations a little, but the credit can¡¯t all be given to the First Army, the demons¡¯ cooperation was also vital. The ambush on Hackzord probably left him with some serious injuries, causing him to have no energy to care about the details of the Front Line.¡± ¡°Only for that reason?¡± Agatha said disbelievingly. ¡°I know what you are confused about.¡± Edith waved her hand. ¡°It looks like we got this result just after a few retreats, and our battle plan seems incredibly simple. But in reality, that is not the case. When you were in The Union you usually stayed at the rear so it¡¯s not strange that you don¡¯t understand¡ªto put it simply, only the current First Army is able to execute this battle strategy.¡± ¡°The First Army that journeyed far to the Taquila Ruins can¡¯t either?¡± ¡°At least, they wouldn¡¯t do better.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region explained, ¡°The difference between retreating and being defeated is often as thin as paper. Just being able to maintain strict order under huge pressures is extremely difficult, let alone retreating orderly. If it had been those nobilities¡¯ armies, I¡¯m afraid that scattering apart upon command is the best that could be expected out of them. If the First Army hadn¡¯t undergone the Taquila night raid, and the previous separated squads hadn¡¯t demonstrated such zeal when executing commands, I wouldn¡¯t have dared to take the risk and put this plan into motion.¡± ¡°Also, the effects of the new weapons are very obvious. In the streets of the city, without the support of Longsong Cannons, they were able to oppose the enemy just relying on general-use machine guns and cannon fire. And the biggest advantage to these weapons is distance, as soon as the the entire army can be moved, the advantage would be within our hands the whole time, and it would be logical to achieve such a result in this battle.¡± Edith paused. ¡°But it is the truth that we have lost our peripheral defense line, so our next step is the key part to our entire plan. As soon as the demons seize all four cities, they will definitely start planning the next attack. Cage Mountain is both a protective screen and the production site for the raw materials for the Glory of the Sun; thus, we can¡¯t keep using the retreating tactic. We must take a step and decrease the enemy¡¯s strength before they recover.¡± ¡°Red Mist¡­¡± Agatha said in a low voice. ¡°Correct, these four cities are all outside of the Red Mist region and the demons¡¯ reliance on their supply lines will increase substantially, the reappearance of the Red Mist supply line is very likely. The battle front is now basically stretched across the entire Kingdom of Wolfheart, I don¡¯t believe they will be able to reach everywhere.¡± ¡°Before the storage towers were constructed, the only thing that the demons could rely on were the the obelisk-like Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts and manpower for transportation,¡± Iron Axe added. ¡°Before, the attacks they launched from the side flanks all started from the beasts, but according to Lightning¡¯s and Maggie¡¯s observations, their protection of the Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts dramatically decreased after large numbers of Mad Demons perished. Also, when they were attacking the four cities. the support line of the main force was all hidden inside the Red Mist. Now however, they will all be exposed under the eyes of the First Army.¡± ¡°The problem is that this means we need to take the initiative to strike,¡± Agatha said hesitantly. ¡°The Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts can move around by themselves, and aren¡¯t really scared of the attacks of the Aerial Knights, we can only send out land troops in order to destroy them. But if we can see the enemy, then the enemy can see us as well. Even if the protection of the Monstrous Beasts decreases, they can send out last minute reinforcements¡ªadding on the journey to and back, we are very likely to lose the advantage of distance. If we were chased and caught by the demons¡­¡± In the entirely exposed battle of their encounter, even if the First Army could defeat the demons, their own losses would be severe. ¡°Thus, speed is key.¡± Edith raised the corner of her mouth. ¡°All we have to do it complete our counterattack before the enemy has a chance to react.¡± But how could they do this? Agatha looked at the map and tried to find a path from Cage Mountain to the four cities. There were quite a number of paths between the two, among them were trading paths as well as the hard roads that were constructed later for speeding up evacuation. They were spread around like a spiderweb in between the four cities and Cage Mountain. But these paths did not have the ability to decrease the distance. The First Army didn¡¯t have a cavalry troop, even if they had large numbers of horses, it was doubtful whether they could catch up with the Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts. What¡¯s more, there was a limited amount of weapons one could bring while riding, and this would not be enough for confronting those behemoths. ¡°Of course, it won¡¯t happen now.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region seemed to notice her puzzlement. ¡°This plan still lacks a key element; only when it is in the right place are all conditions fulfilled. According to the plan though, you will be able to see it very quickly.¡± Chapter 1337 - Road Transportation Line Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Three days later, the defending troops of Sedimentation Bay successfully evacuated the encirclement before the demons had regrouped. By now, eighty percent of the Kingdom of Wolfheart¡¯s territory had fallen into the demons¡¯ hands. The First Army had gathered in the western pass and central pass of Cage Mountain, which were the only two natural passages between the Kingdoms of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Dawn. On the same day, the construction of the road that connected the north and south was finally finished, and the cement road that came from the two sides combined together in the middle of Cage Mountain. This meant that Neverwinter had a dedicated road that directly reached Wolfheart. When the first ¡°Hump¡± vehicles slowly appeared along the horizon, cries of surprise came from the surrounding crowd. ¡°What¡¯s that? They¡¯re like small mountains!¡± ¡°They have wheels, I think they probably count as vehicles¡­¡± ¡°Even the outer shell is cast with iron; how much would that have cost¡­¡± ¡°If it were pulled by horses, perhaps even ten horses might not be able to move it.¡± Hmph, ignoramuses. Sweeping his gaze over his coworkers immersed in discussion, White revealed an expression of contempt. If even this astonished them, their eyeballs would probably fall out in shock if they saw the iron bird which could fly in the sky. He came here naturally to celebrate Graycastle¡¯s opening of this road, and like most coachmen, in order to get his hands on a good commision¡ªever since the demons attacked Wolfheart, he didn¡¯t dare to take a single step out of the region controlled by Graycastle. After all, being saved once by an iron bird was already a blessing from god; he didn¡¯t believe that his luck was so good that he could coincidentally encounter people from Graycastle every single time. The rear services transportation team created by the refugees had inspired White. Although the pay was not as good as the main transportation members, it was better because it was safe. What¡¯s more, no matter how skinny and weak his horse was, and no matter how old and rundown his caravan was, it was better than the handcarts of the refugees. But clearly, he was not the only one to notice this point, as the demons closed in further and more civilians evacuated, more coachmen went to the rear like him, and the original self-created team suddenly became a lot larger and stronger, to the point of beginning to become a industry itself. When he thought of this, White became even more annoyed. He was clearly the one who came first; yet, he had to compete for work with these young men. If Smarty was here, he probably would have already have monopolized the situation with his own transportation team. In just a while, those huge behemoths were already moving in front of everyone. Even though they looked heavy and awkward, they were not much slower than horses. Especially when the machine¡¯s figure was completely exposed, even White, who proclaimed to have seen many things, felt an overwhelming pressure. There was no other reason except the huge sizes of these vehicles. Just the wheels were half as tall as a person, and the thickness was thicker than a body. The periphery of the steel wheels was wrapped in a layer of pitch black rubbery material and when it pressed against the road it gave off a sense of indescribable stability. When he looked back at his own caravan that he had originally viewed as his treasure, White couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of inferiority. When he gazed through the see-through glass window at the front of the large vehicle and met eyes with the ¡®coachman¡¯ looking down at him inside, this feeling intensified. White couldn¡¯t help but wonder how many times his caravan had to transport goods to match the goods transported by this behemoth in one instance. It would probably number more than ten. According to the way Graycastle priced it, that would be ten times his pay¡­ ¡°They¡¯re announcing the commission!¡± Someone said and everyone immediately stopped their discussions and rushed toward the inside of the encampment. Although the transportation power of these never-seen-before vehicles far surpassed carriages and handcarts, they still needed to rely on the latter to send the goods into the various encampments and mountain regions. White was no exception. But there was a thought in his mind that he couldn¡¯t get rid of. How good would it be if he could have a steel vehicle like that? ¡­ Farrina pulled the hand brake and jumped out of the driver¡¯s seat. She didn¡¯t expect that she would be returning to Wolfheart in such a manner. Even though she had made up her mind, she was a member of the Church in the end; even if she passed through the selections, the Administrative Office might not permit her venture to the front line. But nobody had reminded Farrina that she was once a criminal. The routes the drivers took were purely dependent on skill. She learned all the tricks in driving the steam-powered truck in only a week, and passed the final test with full marks. When she mentioned that she wanted to take up the transportation job on the path from the Windswept Ridge to the Sparkling River, the officer responsible agreed immediately on the spot. It wasn¡¯t her first time passing this checkpoint¡ªalthough the scenery around her was still the same as she remembered, the overall appearance was completely different. There were several makeshift houses and tents near the checkpoint, and dark and hard paths could be seen everywhere. Road blocks, towers, and metal wire fences separated the entire encampment into distinct regions, and in every region, several people could be seen bustling about. Even without asking, she could feel that the place was filled with the scent of war. This scent was extremely familiar to Farrina. so much so that she fell into a daze for a moment. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Joe¡¯s voice interrupted her surging thoughts. ¡°No, nothing.¡± Farrina shook her head. ¡°I think I have already gotten the answer.¡± As a member of the Judgment Army, her feelings about Graycastle¡¯s power was deeper than most people. If the opponent was a noble, the First Army didn¡¯t need to put on such a front. If everything before her eyes was created to trick her, she was probably overestimating herself. Only the fabled demons can cause Roland to face off with his full power. ¡°Then next we¡­¡± ¡°Let¡¯s first help the King of Graycastle clinch victory.¡± Farrina drooped her eyelids, ¡°This will be the beginning of my atonement.¡± ¡°I will be by your side until the very end.¡± Joe lightly held both of her hands. ¡°Is this Farrina and Joe of the second caravan group?¡± A voice behind her suddenly interrupted their meeting of eyes. ¡°Yes, is there something you need?¡± Farrina coughed and then turned around and replied a little sheepishly. The male who looked like a military officer made a salute and then said, ¡°The commander-in-chief of the First Army, Lord Iron Axe, wants to see all the drivers of the ¡®Humps¡¯. He¡¯s in the Cage Mountain command post now, please come with me.¡± The vehicle members had already been notified during their training that the rear services transportation was also a part of the military movements. Obeying the army calls would be more important than following the pre-established transportation schedule. Farrina exchanged glances with Joe and then nodded. ¡­ The moment she saw the crowd of people when she entered the Cage Mountain command post, Farrina realized that this meeting was probably not so simple. At least, it wouldn¡¯t be a simple condolence and welcoming meeting. Because the woman standing in the middle of the crowd had a head of beautiful gray hair, which was a symbol of the Graycastle bloodline. When someone stepped forward and made an introduction, she knew her judgment was correct. The Graycastle princess, Her Highness Tilly, First Army Commander-in-chief Iron Axe, Cannon Master Van¡¯er, Firearm Master Brian, Witch Union Operational Commander Agatha¡ªit could be said that all the high-ranking officers of the entire front line were all gathered in this hall. ¡°Welcome to Cage Mountain.¡± Iron Axe went straight to the point. ¡°I have a mission for you.¡± Chapter 1338 - Attack From Multiple Fronts Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Although I know none of you are soldiers, and that there is currently a group of people from the First Army reserve force and the Second Army undergoing steam-powered truck driving training, time does not wait for people.¡± Iron Axe¡¯s stable gaze swept over everyone. ¡°As you are the first group to pass the test with outstanding results, you are likely excellent yourselves, and should be more than qualified for taking on this mission. ¡°The objectives of the mission is very simple.¡± He walked before a map laid flat on the table, and moved a pawn from the Kingdom of Dawn to a black line in the eastern region of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. ¡°The central checkpoint is about one hundred and fifty kilometers from here, all you have to do is drive the people and goods on the truck here, wait until they finish their attack, and then bring them back. You will stop for about half an hour, if you¡¯re lucky, they might not even encounter the enemy.¡± Iron Axe paused. The crowd stirred. After all, his final sentence also meant that if they weren¡¯t lucky, they would encounter demons. After a waiting for a moment, the commander-in-chief continued, ¡°Of course, the First Army will still be the ones responsible for the fighting, all you have to do is concentrate on driving. Ten trucks in total have arrived at Cage Mountain, according to the plan, only four to five trucks are required for the job, thus, we will select members through recruitment as per the tradition of the Administrative Office.¡± ¡°For each return trip from the front line, the convoy will receive an additional remuneration of value that is triple their salary. This remuneration will be handed out by the First Army and is unrelated to the salary given out by the Administrative Office. Now then¡­ those who are willing to undertake this job please take a step forward.¡± Farrina took a step forward without hesitation. To her surprise, all the truck units chose to undertake the job, only that they did not make the decision as quickly as she did. Her original aim of coming was to go to the front line and see demons for herself. Because she was once a member of the Judgment Army, she was already used to going onto the battlefield, but the others were different¡ªnot taking their identities as drivers into account, most of them were just free civilians from Neverwinter. They undeniably had great trust in the First Army to make such a decision. Iron Axe very quickly selected five vehicle units according to who stepped out first. The No. 2 Vehicle unit that Farrina was in was also selected. ¡°We¡¯ll leave them to you.¡± The commander-in-chief looked at Van¡¯er. ¡°After sunrise tomorrow, the battle officially begins!¡± ¡­ ¡°I keep feeling uneasy,¡± Agatha said in a low voice after all the drivers had left the command post. ¡°The number of people setting out is small yet they would need to have the perfect cooperation of the entire army. Most of the drivers are also normal city folk, and only had less than a day to practice, isn¡¯t it too hasty to make such arrangements?¡± At least she now knew what the Pearl of the Northern Region meant by ¡®ultra fast.¡¯ Just by looking at the schedule, there certainly was an extremely high chance that their plan would succeed. The simple hard road that they had repaired previously for migration had now become the foundation of their counterattack. Even if its width, thickness and construction quality couldn¡¯t compare with the construction of main roads, it was far better than the gravel or dirt paths. If they took a step further and limited the load on the trucks, the vehicles could go very fast. And in the two hundred kilometer return trip, the cube-powered truck¡¯s average speed was far higher than any cavalry¡ªeven if the the rider ignored the expense of the horses and alternated between two horses as they traveled, they would still take two days. On the other hand, the trucks would be able to do it in six to eight hours, and they could carry the heavy equipment needed by the counterattack unit. The only problem was, that not only did they need to hide First Army soldiers in it, they also involved normal non combat civilians, and something unexpected could happen. ¡°This battle certainly does harbor more unpredictability, but this is insignificant when you take the benefits in to account,¡± Edith said frankly. ¡°The demons can reallocate the Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts at any time. Compared to continuing to wait for the right time, it is better to take advantage of the present.¡± ¡°I think the enemies wouldn¡¯t expect humans to launch a sudden counterattack less than a day after they lost Sedimentation Bay. The most likely result of failure is returning without accomplishing what we wanted, while success will cause the following movements of the demons to suffer a constant setback; the right choice is clear. Moreover, war is full of unpredictability itself, sometimes a plan that looks utterly safe can be broken apart upon a tiny coincidence.¡± She smiled. ¡°So¡­ let¡¯s pray to the goddess of luck to stand on our side.¡± ¡­ There was light wind and snow at seven o¡¯clock the following morning. Under the dull and gray sky, five steam-powered trucks lined up in a long line and slowly drove out of the silent campsite toward the east. Different to when they were transporting goods, a grayish-white cloth covered the trucks¡¯ trunks. From afar, they looked like moving mounds of snow. Among them, two trucks were dragging 152mm Longsong Cannons, the long black barrel blended into the truck, and only if one went closer would they notice the faint cool light refracted outwards from the hydraulic buffer. Two hours later, twenty-five biplanes rose into the sky from the Thorn Town landing field, and under the lead of ¡®Seagull¡¯ headed towards the target battlefield. Unlike their normal battles, the Aerial Knights didn¡¯t choose the lower skies where it was easier to locate the enemy, but entered the clouds from the very beginning, flying through the gaps of the clouds. This meant that they lost a large portion of their view, and apart from a compass, the only thing they were guided by was the figure of ¡®Seagull¡¯ which occasionally disappeared and reappeared among the clouds. Once a biplane was lost, it would be basically impossible to find the group again. In order to avoid getting lost, everybody paid full attention, and apart from the roar of the engine, there wasn¡¯t the sound of a single conversation within the passenger compartment. At the same time, Lightning and Maggie appeared in the sky above the battlefield and searched for potential scouting demons. Two hours and fifteen minutes after the mission began. the first accident occurred in the convoy. Because of the poor road conditions, the No. 4 Truck unit broke down when crossing a ditch. After the passengers switched vehicles, the convoy continued on their way, only leaving behind the fault crew to fix the malfunction by themselves. Half an hour later, an accident also happened to the Aerial Knights. When flying above a layer of clouds two biplanes lost sight of the planes in in front of them, and could only change direction and return according to the instructions that were given before they set off. In the return journey afterwards, they all had no choice but to leave the clouds. Fortunately, everything went well afterwards. After three hours and six minutes, the steam-powered truck convoy was the first to reach the destination. ¡°My god, Farrina¡­¡± Joe leaned forward and muttered. ¡°Ah, I see it.¡± Farrina stopped the truck stably and calmly stared to the side of the driver¡¯s compartment¡ªthrough the windshield, she saw a scaffold that looked like a skeleton erected on the mountain top in the distance. From her view it was only a third of the size of her fingertip, but when taking the distance into account, she could imagine what an enormous monstrosity it actually was. Dense crimson mist enshrouded the skeleton, almost covering the entire mountain peak, starkly contrasting with the snow scenery around it. That was certainly not something created by man. Just by looking at it, she could feel a something cold rising in her stomach. Farrina involuntary squeezed the steering wheel. Without question, demons had already entered their world. Chapter 1339 - Furious Flames of Counterattack Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Everybody get out of the trucks, now! Move as we practiced. Quick, quick!¡± The yelling from the cargo hold from truck snapped Farrina to her senses. ¡°Let¡¯s help too!¡± she said to Joe. She pushed open the door and jumped out of the driver¡¯s seat. Within the span of a few breaths, the passengers started getting busy, writing and sketching in their books while erecting some strange equipment. From their conversations, the equipment seemed to be for helping the soldiers locate their target. At this point, even if Farrina was slow, she knew the First Army¡¯s intention. They were planning on bombarding the enemy that was kilometers away! Although she knew that the people of Graycastle were the best at using artillery to attack enemies over long distances, knowing was vastly different to seeing. A shred of awe arose in her as she gazed at the scene before her eyes¡ªall projectiles were affected by their own weight and wind. The further the distance, the bigger the influence. Even a small, tiny disturbance could dramatically affect the result, so how was it possible that they could guarantee that the projectiles fired by these weapons over such a long distances would land where they wanted it to? It couldn¡¯t be that these simple looking equipment had the ability to predict the future? If that was really the case, the terrible defeat suffered by the church in the battle at Coldwind Ridge wasn¡¯t strange at all. Farrina couldn¡¯t help much at all with such technical work. She walked to the back of the convoy, hoping that she could lend a hand with the unloading. For the purposes of maintaining secrecy, drivers weren¡¯t informed beforehand who or what would be carried by the trucks, but the convoy had definitely carried quite a lot of things. At times like this, an extra helping hand could at least speed up the preparation, Farrina may not be good at other things, but strength was something she was certainly not lacking in. But what she saw at the rear stunned her. At the rear, a group of brawny, strong men were carrying long wooden boxes with high efficiency. Those weighty trailer firearms didn¡¯t seem heavy and awkward at all in their hands. After removing the couplers, they surrounded the long steel pipe and dragged it from the hardened road. What shocked Farrina even more was that among the group, she recognized some familiar faces. Wait¡­ isn¡¯t that the God¡¯s Punishment Army? Even though they weren¡¯t wearing armor, from their power, movements and appearances, she could tell that they were clearly the the once formidable warriors of Hermes. ¡°Hey, we meet again.¡± Suddenly, someone patted Farrina¡¯s shoulder. Farrina jerked around at the familiar voice. ¡°Zo¡­ Zooey?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t think that you¡¯d actually still remember my name,¡± Zooey laughed.¡± I thought that you¡¯d still call me Army Commander Enova first.¡± Farrina exhaled deeply. ¡°Then these people are all¡­¡± ¡°Yes, they¡¯re all Taquila witches.¡± Zooey spread out her hands. ¡°See, I didn¡¯t lie to you, right?¡± ¡°There are several hundreds like me in Neverwinter. We use the bodies donated by the church, so don¡¯t be too flustered if you see someone you know.¡± Zooey¡¯s words resounded in her mind once again. For a moment, Farrina didn¡¯t know how to reply. Joe lowered his head towards Zooey. ¡°Miss Zooey, I¡¯ve always felt extremely regretful that I didn¡¯t get the chance to thank you last time, it¡¯s great that we meet once again. Thank you for rescuing Miss Farrina.¡± ¡°Miss Zooey? Mortal, you know your stuff, I¡¯ll accept your thanks.¡± Zooey shrugged. ¡°We¡¯ll talk about the other things later, right now, we should focus on dealing with the demons.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± Farrina couldn¡¯t help but utter as she watched the back of Zooey who was about to leave. ¡°Hm?¡± Zooey stopped. ¡°Thank you. And¡­ I feel extremely sorry¡­ for the mistakes that the church once made¡­¡± ¡°You are not in the wrong. You¡¯re only a person who got deceived, that¡¯s all.¡± She waved her hand and walked toward the site where the equipment was being set up without looking back. Farrina opened her mouth, but could only release a soft sigh. But what she didn¡¯t see was when Zooey left, the corner of her lips was curled slightly upwards. The result was as Iron Axe described¡ªas a driver, Farrina didn¡¯t manage to help out on anything. In less than fifteen minutes, the First Army had finished the shooting preparations. ¡°Reporting No. 1, 2 and 3 cannons have finished loading!¡± ¡°Fire!¡± The commander ordered without hesitation After a loud noise, a gauze of snowy fog flew up at the bottom of the cannon instantly. The sound of the explosion echoed continuously in the mountain, like thunder rolling across the horizon. The searing hot shell cases that were lined up in the snow made sizzling noises. New rounds were very quickly loaded in them, in preparation for the next firing round. The entire process went smoothly and the teamwork of the Artillery Squad was so good they seemed to move as one person. The extent of their training could be seen just from this detail. Farrina noticed that the difference between the First Army and other armies laid not only in their firearms. After about thirty seconds, she finally saw a column of snow rise in the mountain peak in the distance! ¡­ ¡°The ground forces have begun firing!¡± Sylvie saw it everything from on top of ¡®Seagull.¡¯ After flying through a long projectile trajectory, the three rounds of artillery fire all landed near the Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts, with the closest one being less than three hundred meters away. The sudden explosion threw the stationed demons around them into a disarray. Some Devilbeasts flapped their wings and flew into the sky. After she informed the cannon commander of the trajectory adjustment information, Sylvie placed all of her attention onto the enemies¡¯ movements. ¡°How did the demons react?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°There are no traces of the main target moving. Currently only a small number Devilbeasts have risen to the sky, it shouldn¡¯t be too long before they discover the truck convoy.¡± ¡°Our luck¡¯s not bad.¡± Andrea whistled. Indeed, their luck was not bad. Sylvie nodded her head indiscernibly. According to the plan set by the General Staff, the counterattack unit had already prepared themselves to keep firing despite the scouting demons¡¯ attempts to stop them if they were discovered before the approach of the Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts. The plan was based on the experiences accumulated during the battle with the demon vanguard army on the Fertile plains. If the enemy had been Ursrook, twenty to fifteen kilometres away would already be counted as a dangerous region. Although they just experienced a major battle, the majority of the forces were all sent to Sedimentation Bay. But as an extremely important ¡®moving obselisk¡¯, there were still many monsters and guarding soldiers stationed near the Fortress. But their security perimeter wasn¡¯t completely impermeable¡ªno Devilbeast had flown over this region for an extended period of time. Tilly got Sylvie to keep guiding the trucks forward precisely because the enemy hadn¡¯t discovered the counterattack squad early on. Only until their distance was eight kilometres from the target did they change into the artillery firing position. This could only prove that the enemy had slackened after seizing the four cities! After a moment, the second round of artillery firing boomed. After adjustment, the second round of firing was a lot more accurate¡ªtwo of them passed through the Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts¡¯ skeleton and landed at its feet one after another, killing several Mad Demons in its explosion. The third shot directly shot into the Monstrous Beast¡¯s enormous back, sending snow and bloody meat residue flying. The Monstrous Beast made an ear splitting scream, at the same time it took two steps forward. More Devilbeasts flew from all directions, and gathered into a group in the sky. But after they determined where the attack came from, five minutes had already passed¡ªin past battles, it was not considered slow, but when facing the Longsong cannon eight kilometers away, five minutes was enough to fire ten rounds, and that was including the time taken to adjust the shots! The battle this time was not like the Taquila battle, ending the battle with the super accurate ¡°short leg attack¡±. But to the enemy, their end would be far more terrible. Under the bombardment, the skeleton body was damaged. The top was peppered with holes due to the artillery rounds. Through the layers of cracked bones, the vibrating heart and the flowing blue blood could be seen. Even if it tried its best to escape, compared to the speed of the artillery fire, its attempt was not very effective. When another artillery round penetrated the body of the beast, it made a tragic roar. A streak of blue light flashed across its huge body before it exploded entirely! Organs and blood sprayed down like a waterfall, dyeing the snow on the mountain in an eerie color. The empty limbs seemed to lose their support and insipidly snapped apart, collapsing onto the demons who failed to escape in time, squashing them into a pile of twisted, battered skin. ¡°Be careful, they¡¯re coming!¡± At the same time, Sylvie warned the convoy that the demons were closing in. Chapter 1340 - Hunters At The Rear Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°The enemy has discovered us! Quick, everybody pack up your things and get on the trucks. Evacuate in the direction we came!¡± Although she wasn¡¯t clear why the First Army seemed to know the demons¡¯ movements so well, Farrina leaped onto the truck as soon as she heard the command. She familiarly closed the exhaust valve and pushed the gear sticks that controlled the magic cube back into the starting position. The front of the truck began to vibrate and the needle on the pressure meter moved rapidly to the right, reaching the desired spot in seconds. This meant that as soon as she released the brakes, the truck would move. She poked out her head and looked towards the direction of the mountain. The mountain peak that had been enshrouded by mist before was now a lot clearer. The miasma-like Red Mist was rapidly dissipating, and may small black dots the size of sesame seeds came into view on top of the pure white slope. They surged down the side of the mountain, charging towards the truck convoy, like a swarm of ants leaving their nest. Dozens of flying demons spread across the sky, giving off a feeling that they were definitely not going to let the convoy off easy. The scene involuntarily reminded Farrina of the city wall at the Hermes Plateau. There, tens of thousands of demonic beasts had charged at the Judgment Army¡¯s defense line in the same manner. ¡°Set off!¡± A God¡¯s Punishment Witch patted the door of her truck hard, a signal that everyone was prepared to leave. Farrina breathed in deeply, and pulled the brake lever. The steam-powered truck began to slowly move. The other truck convoys also started their trucks. Everybody turned around and drove away from the launching site flawlessly, even better than during the test. But even so, the distance between them and the enemy didn¡¯t widen. Even when the convoy had accelerated to their maximum speed, the pursuers in the sky were had actually become closer. ¡°Oh¡­ Oh no, they¡¯re too fast. At this rate we¡¯ll be caught!¡± Joe yelled in panic. Farrina gripped the steering wheel tightly and remained unfazed. Those with wings would always be faster than those on the ground, this was common sense. Since the enemy even had a flying squadron, they would have been caught sooner or later. The people of Graycastle was likely aware of this, considering that they had crossed swords with the demons for so long. Currently their only hope was that they had long taken precautions against such a situation. No matter how the First Army planned to deal with this, it was not something she could intervene. Thus, her most important job at the moment was maneuver the truck properly and not be a burden to the others. ¡°Ignore our pursuers and help me look at the road ahead. Warn me ahead of time if there is a ditch!¡± she said, her expression unchanging. Joe swallowed before nodding vigorously. ¡°Understood!¡± ¡­ After a whole hour, the only thing that Good could see was the tail of ¡®seagull¡¯ and the flickering wakelights. Being in the clouds for so long had caused him to lose his sense of direction and height. It was both mentally and physically exhausting to fly under such conditions. He had to focus all his concentration in order to maintain the plane¡¯s position. From the changes in the compass, apart from flying towards the north from the very beginning, the Aerial Knights had been circling the sky, clearly waiting for the enemy to appear. As for the location and situation of his other companions, Good didn¡¯t have a single idea. Apart from the unshirkable feelings of pressure and not knowing anything, the terrible environment in the clouds was also a big problem. The wet fog created a layer of frost on his windshield, and although the coldness was insulated by the rubber lining of his jacket, the moisture still carried away part of his body temperature, encumbering his hands and feet like they were pieces of wood. If he didn¡¯t have Finkin at the back seat to make conversation with him, he probably wouldn¡¯t have held up until now. Tilly had once informed him that His Majesty was currently developing a type of messaging device which allowed two people in different locations to communicate with each other wirelessly. His biggest hope at the moment was that this object could become a reality as soon as possible. ¡°Look, the lights have changed!¡± Finkin suddenly yelled. Good looked toward ¡®Seagull.¡¯ The yellow light that hung from its tail had somehow turned into a bright red. He felt a rush of adrenaline! Red was a signal for attack. As soon as the wakelight emitted red light, this meant that they were to immediately fly down and out of the clouds and launch an attack on the enemy! Nobody cared who the enemy was. Whoever they were, it would be better than going around in circles in the labyrinth of clouds! Good pushed the control stick down without hesitation. Instantly, he was engulfed by pure white clouds. As soon as his vision returned, Good felt his body lighten all over. The black and white earth and gray sky seemed to combine to become a stunning and breathtaking view. At the same time, he saw a group of Devilbeasts flying in staggered formation¡ªthey had not noticed the sudden emergence of Aerial Knight from the layer of clouds at all. They were less than three hundred metres from the ground, and clearly their target was the convoy of steam-powered trucks that were dragging long wheel-ruts in the snow. The nose of their planes were coincidentally pointing toward the direction that enemy was heading, this was the ideal combat angle. Just by quietly controlling the planes tilt, the bullets shot from the machine gun could penetrate the enemy¡¯s formation lengthwise. What¡¯s more, the Aerial Knights were in at an absolute advantage in terms of height. After a barrage of gunfire, it didn¡¯t matter how the demons reacted, it would be difficult to escape the biplanes¡¯ subsequent pursuit. It was as perfect as a textbook example. The discomfort he felt previously when he was hiding in the clouds vanished instantly. Good swooped the plane downwards while pressing the firing trigger. Finkin, who was sitting at the back, let out a strange yell. Instantly, over ten streaks of silver light appeared in the sky, all from different angles. They shot at the group of Devilbeasts, going from the front to the back. Against the sudden attack, the demons were unable to react in time. Several blobs of blood blossomed in the sky and the Mad Demons and Devilbeasts that suffered fatal hits dropped to the ground like stones. Only at this moment did they realize that they were not the only hunters on this battlefield. The demon group scattered apart, a part of them continued to charge toward the truck convoy, and the other changed direction, as if deciding to initiate a fight to the death with the Aerial Knights. Good very quickly counted their numbers, there were twenty-six of them. In a sense, the enemy had basically equal numbers. Apart from the few sporadic encounters with some of the Devilbeasts, this probably could be counted as their first large-scale aerial battle. ¡°Signal Hinds with a flag for him to follow behind us!¡± Good hollered. In a short span of twenty seconds, the Aerial Knight squadron had already flown over the heads of the Devilbeasts, ending the first round with their complete victory. Using the speed of his dive, Good very quickly completed a turn back in his original direction on his ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯, completing a perfect arc to appear right above a Devilbeast who was attempting to fly higher. The distance between the two was less than two hundred meters, he even saw a Mad Demon trying hard to turn around in attempt to find the best angle to throw its spear. But obviously, he wasn¡¯t going to give the demon a chance. A tongue of fire spat out from the barrel of the gun¡ªas it emitted bright light, the tracer shot through the Devilbeast¡¯s back like a shooting star. The sudden fall of its mount doomed the Mad Demon¡¯s attack attempt. Even if it was not fatally shot by a machine gun, the result was no different if it fell from this height. Finkin couldn¡¯t help but let out a whistle. His other teammates were all locked onto their targets, and the two sides were very soon at each other¡¯s throats. The second round began. Chapter 1341 - Pride Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°There are two¡­ to the left, four o¡¯clock!¡± His teammate¡¯s warning mixed with the firing sounds of the machine gun, and sounded staccato. ¡°Watch out¡ªthey¡¯re throwing spears!¡± Good pushed the control stick to the left violently and the biplane instantly did a half barrel roll, careening downwards. ¡°Whew¡ª¡ª¡± The bone spears whistled as they flew over their heads. One of them penetrated right through the upper wing, leaving a fist-sized hole in its outer panel. He didn¡¯t even spare a glance at the enemy and continued to accelerate downwards, causing the plane to almost reach its terminal velocity. This was the combat method that Tilly had come up with after summarizing all the battles that the Aerial Knights had engaged with the enemy so far. At low speeds, Devilbeasts had an agility that biplanes would never have, Devilbeasts could perform actions such as hovering in the air, completing turns with very small radii and flying backwards. This made it difficult to simulate the tactical movements used in wartime to get evade enemies in a dogfight. At the same time the the backseat shooter was virtually unable to anticipate the target¡¯s movements in their effective firing range. The combination of the two put the Aerial Knights at a great disadvantage when fighting them. However, the Devilbeasts also had very obvious weaknesses: their only method of attack was the spears thrown by the riders on their backs. Their flying and ascending speed were all inferior to ¡®Fire of Heaven.¡¯ In terms of range and power, a magic stone that could only be thrown a maximum of twice in a row would only be a threat in close range. Thus, when he was targeted by the enemy, the safest way to fight the enemy was to face the enemy with the belly of the plane while quickly pulling away from them, and then ascend once more, while using the machine gun¡¯s longer range to kill the opponent. The biplane has fender plates in both cockpit positions to protect the pilot from being pierced directly by the spear, and although the wide wings appeared to be vulnerable target boards, as long as the main frame was not hit, a few holes wasn¡¯t fatal to the aircraft. A major improvement over the machine used for training was the integration of the wing roll operation into the main control stick, allowing the pilot to control the pitch and direction of the aircraft with only one hand. Once at full speed, it would only take less than ten seconds to shake off the enemy, during which the Mad Demon would only be able to throw two bone spears at most, and dealing a critical blow to a rapidly departing plane was far from easy. Numerous real-time battles had proven the effectiveness of this method. Until now, the Aerial Knight had lost several planes, but not a single member had died in battle. With the roar of the engine, Good flew hundreds of meters outward in an instant. Even if the Mad Demon wanted to throw a spear again, he wouldn¡¯t even have a chance to get it close to him. But he didn¡¯t immediately turn back to find the two demons that were targeting him after pulling up the nose of the plane. Instead, his gaze fell on a comrade¡¯s plane who was engaged in a dogfight. As for the enemies behind him, there was Hinds waiting for them. Using the advantages in height and vision that he had accumulated in order to attack the enemies who were chasing his comrades relentlessly and simultaneously letting his squadron mates watch over his tail was the second combat principle of the Aerial Knights! After rising and falling twice, Good acquired his fourth battle achievement. The Aerial Knights slowly began to seize the upper hand in the battle. At this moment, Lightning and Maggie joined the fray¡ªwith horror, all the demons discovered that another looming creature similar to them had appeared in the sky, phasing into view. It looked mighty and ferocious, but its target was the demons. Under the sudden appearance of its giant, bloody jaws, the Devilbeast revealed obvious expressions of fear. Even if the Mad Demons pulled their reins in frustration, their maneuvering was not at good as before. The confusion further exacerbated the demons¡¯ disadvantage. Lightning flew through the battlefield like a spirit, her flight that reached sonic speeds in such a short distance rendered the demons helpless. Whenever they raised their bone spears, Lightning¡¯s revolver had already arrived at the back of their heads. A Devilbeast would plummet every few minutes, causing what seemed like a ¡®demon rain¡¯ to begin falling from the sky. And the disturbances created by the huge beasts crashing onto the ground was naturally seen by Farrina. She saw a bloody two-winged monster crash into the snow not far from the road. The impact caused it to tumble several times before it stopped. Its wings and four limbs were flung everywhere like tattered cloth. ¡°What the hell was going up there?¡± There was no doubt that the First Army had indeed prepared for the enemies in the sky, but all she could think of was firearms dedicated to deal with these demons. Yet up until now, she had not heard the shrill hissing of machine guns at the rear of the truck. Instead, every now and then a strange hum would come from above her head, as if there was an intense battle engaged above her. The problem was¡­ in the sky? Farrina could no longer hold back her curiosity. Seizing the chance when the convoy entered a straight stretch of road, she peeked her head out and peered at the sky behind her. The sight of it made her blood boil all over! ¡°God¡­¡± she could not help but murmur. Beneath the clouds, silver lights coruscated unceasingly like the first ray of dawn tearing through the darkness. The source of the light was a group of strange, enormous gray birds¡ªThe abnormal feeling it gave her was different to the skeleton enshrouded by the Red Mist, Farrina could clearly feel that the giant birds that the demons were fighting against were man made. It was symmetrical on the left and right, rectangular and balanced as a whole, revealing a sense of beauty in the weapon of war. But it was precisely this that made her even more shocked. Since when had humans been able to soar into the sky like birds, treading into the realm that belonged to the gods? ¡°We¡±¡­ had actually performed such a feat? She involuntarily recalled an article she had once read on the weekly newspaper at Graycastle¡ªon the eye-catching front page, there was a monochromatic picture, a picture depicting a huge machine that seemed to exactly resemble the iron birds in the sky. Oh, so these were the ¡®Fires of Heaven.¡¯ At the time, she hadn¡¯t paid much attention to what the newspaper described as a ¡®historic event for humans.¡¯ After all, she had seen the blowing of one¡¯s trumpet like this all too often in the past. But now, even if the newspaper had exaggerated it ten times over, Farrina realized that it would still be insufficient to describe her current emotions. There was awe, there was regret, there was self-deprecation, there was excitement¡­ but the what she felt the most was pride. Being proud that¡ª She was also a member of humanity. How much had she missed in the year she hid in Joe¡¯s house¡­ Farrina¡¯s body trembled slightly and she gripped the steering wheel even tighter. Although she had missed a lot, she was back on her feet at the very least, wasn¡¯t that so? ¡­ Sylvie clearly saw that the demons chasing them in the sky were on the brink of collapse. Under the interspersed assaults of the Aerial Knights, Lightning and Maggie, the enemies were completely overwhelmed. Several Devilbeasts were out of their riders¡¯ control and escaped backwards, and these actions affected the others of their kind. It was just that at that distance, they might not have been able to escape Lightning¡¯s follow up pursuit. The demons that were charging towards the convoy didn¡¯t achieve anything at all¡ªlearning from their past experiences, ten or so Mad Demons leaped down directly when they flew over the convoy, in hopes of avoiding the machine gun¡¯s advantageous long range. Yet, their opponents were a group of God¡¯s Punishment Witches that were comparable to Extraordinaries. The witches also held forty millimeter grapeshot guns. The demons¡¯ outcome could be described as utterly dreadful. Even Sylvie could not help close her eyes at the sight of the witches tearing their enemies to pieces with an almost maniacal grin. Victory was now a foregone conclusion. Chapter 1342 - Unceasing Advantage Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°How¡¯s the situation right now?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°The enemies who tried to stop the truck convoy were almost completely wiped out, and the remaining demons in the sky are fleeing. I believe it is our win,¡± Sylvie replied. ¡°It¡¯s a pity I didn¡¯t get a chance to participate in the end,¡± Andrea said with a regretful shrug. ¡°It looks like the grand demon lord from last time suffered some serious injuries.¡± ¡®Seagull¡¯ had not taken part in this battle, but had been hovering in the clouds the entire time to guard against the possible appearance of Hackzord or other Senior Demons. After all, the most effective way to deal with demons like these who possess abnormal abilities was still Andrea¡¯s close-range sniping. Unlike her dispirited companion, Sylvie was relieved. She knew that the counterattack this time was not the same as the previous ambush on the Sky Lord. Hackzord had not noticed ¡®Seagull¡±s presence because she was not on board at the time. The situation on the battlefield was communicated via the Sigil of Listening, and even though she had been noticed by the vigilant Eye Demons the entire time, ¡®Seagull¡¯ was invisible and untraceable. This time, however, because the battle needed to take place far away from their encampment, she had to move with ¡®Seagull¡¯ in order to be able to command the entire situation. It was for this reason that if the Sky Lord appeared with a new alert Eye Demon, ¡®Seagull¡¯ would also be spotted along with her. In other words, it was only when Hackzord or other Senior Demons made an appearance alone could Andrea¡¯s attacks actually take them by surprise. Otherwise, if the shot didn¡¯t hit in one go, it would be difficult to predict how the battle situation would develop. So their absence was actually a good thing. After all, there was nothing more worth being happy over than successfully completing a job with everyone making it back safe and sound. ¡°It¡¯s better that you don¡¯t do anything. If Hackzord really does come, I don¡¯t think the truck convoy would have been able to retreat in one piece.¡± Tilly shook her head resignedly. ¡°I¡¯m guessing that when Edith came up with this plan, she was also betting that the mobile, vigilant Eye Demons weren¡¯t something that could be replenished immediately after being used up, so the Sky Lord didn¡¯t want to take the risk of venturing out.¡± The princess¡¯s words basically expressed everything that Sylvie thought. She could not help but nod her head over and over again. That was the princess for you! ¡°Oh yeah¡­¡± Tilly piloted her glider through and out of the clouds. ¡°Now that victory is confirmed, let¡¯s ascertain the battle outcome before we leave.¡± Sylvie could be said to be experienced in this sort of thing, too¡ªwithout the hindrance of obstacles, she could complete a cursory survey of the battlefield with only a little magic. The moment she reached her conclusion, however, she froze. ¡°Two thousand¡­ No, close to three thousand¡­¡± ¡°Three thousand?¡± Wendy gasped in shock. ¡°How could there be so many?¡± ¡°Those Mad Demons¡ª¡± Sylvie took a deep breath as she gazed in the direction of the distant mountain slope. ¡°They weren¡¯t charging for the convoy before, but scattering in all directions!¡± It was then that she noticed the hundreds of tiny holes on the hill-top that were there evidently to decrease the expenditure of the Mist. Most of the enemy had hidden underground to be awakened when they were needed in battle. But when the fortress Monstrous Beast collapsed, the red fog quickly dispersed without a supply source, and these demons were faced with a disaster. They swarmed out not to destroy their attackers, but because they had sensed the dissipation of the Mist, emerging from their hiding places driven out of instinct and bounding wildly down the mountain, hoping to reach the next Red Mist supply region before they could no longer breathe. But both Sand City and Sedimentation Bay were too far away. The world that had been dominated by Red Mist regained its purity and clarity, but to the demons, it had become a deathtrap that they could not survive in. Before they could escape far they all dropped to the ground one after the other, spreading evenly in a circle at the foot of the mountainside. With the exception of a few Mad Demons that had small Red Mist gas tanks on them, most were silent now. The general staff was certainly right on this point¡ªjust like how Graycastle could not equip every soldier with a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, the enemy could not distribute Red Mist gas tanks and breathing apparatuses to the hands of every Mad Demon. When fully equipped troops were deployed to attack human cities, only those who had originally been operating inside the Red Mist region remained to guard the place. If they had been later by two days, the situation may have been vastly different. Even if they had to recruit drivers from outside the army, they were determined to launch the counterattack on the day after the First Army withdrew from Sedimentation Bay. It must be said, this was an extremely decisive action. ¡°After this battle, I think the name, the ¡®Pearl of the Northern Region¡¯ will spread throughout all the Four Kingdoms,¡± Tilly said with a curl of her lip. ¡­ With less than a hundred soldiers, they had annihilated an enemy troop of nearly three thousand, only losing one steam-powered truck and two ¡®Fires of Heaven¡¯ in the progress, there was not a single soldier casualty. The highly successful counterattack dramatically raised morale at the First Army headquarters, even when making reports, everybody¡¯s voices were louder. But Edith didn¡¯t reveal any sign of satisfaction at this and, virtually on same the day the news of the victory reached Cage Mountain, she delivered her next battle plan. The plan was immediately approved by the commander-in-chief, Iron Axe. The truck convoy was even ordered to divert to the western pass of Cage Mountain when they were just on their way back. A truck carrying water for the Magic Cube met the truck group halfway through, and after supplying them with enough water joined them in their journey west. The Aerial Knights returned to Thorn Town and, after a short preparation, took off again, arriving at the western pass airport before nightfall. At noon the following day, the truck convoy which had been traveling the entire day entered the west boundary of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Three more steam-powered trucks were damaged along the way, as it was harder to avoid potholes and other obstacles on the road during the night, while the rest of the trucks launched into an attack on another Fortress-like Monstrous Beast without stopping. Although the demons were aware that the humans were targeting these moving obelisks, what they did not expect was that in just a day and a half, the counterattack team had finished the journey across the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Another Fortress Beast had just retreated inside Gust Castle at this time. In the absence of peripheral protection, the truck convoy entered a ten-kilometer range while resisting the attack of some patrolling Devilbeasts before unloading four Longsong Cannons. Once again, the Aerial Knights acted as ¡°hunters¡±¡ªwith the tacit cooperation of Sylvie and Tilly, the group of new soldiers who had only entered the battlefield for less than half a year almost replicated the process of the last battle. When the enemy¡¯s flying troops made the artillery their primary target, they swooped down from above the enemy¡¯s heads and immediately broke the opponents¡¯ formation. The beasts were blasted to pieces by the gunfire, and the small number of demons were unable to hold the convoy back even at close quarters in the face of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches that were guarding the convoy. By the third day, the enemy was at last beginning to expand their defences around the four cities, and was sending demons to destroy the simple hardened roads between the cities. But the entire road was several hundreds of kilometers long, and it was impossible to destroy it completely. On that day, steam-powered trucks drove through the region dozens of kilometers out from Sand City, attracting the demons¡¯ attention. Meanwhile, twenty-five ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯s flew around the towering Impassable Mountain Range according to plan, directly attacking the rear of Metalstone Ridge, showering the Red Mist transportation supply line with gunfire. It was also at this time that the effect of the two consecutive aerial losses and the overly long battlefront on the demons gradually emerged, and when they gathered enough of Devilbeasts to arrive at the battlefield, the Aerial Knights had already vanished in the cold and howling sky. Chapter 1343 - The Grand Lords Decision Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations In the following half a month, the battlefield in Wolfheart entered a strange stalemate. The demons who had long seized the four cities should have erected a new group of Red Mist storage towers, in order to prepare for taking complete control of Wolfheart, and invading the Kingdom of Dawn. But what was really happening was that they were constantly stopped by the attack of the First Army¡¯s mobile forces. Apart from Sedimentation Bay which was on the coast, they did not construct Red Mist storage towers in the other three cities. After suffering the repeated attacks from the Aerial Knights, the nobles originally responsible for transporting the Red Mist began to waver, forcing the demons to have no choice but to allocate part of their troops to supervise and control the normal operation of the Red Mist supply line. Coupled with the forward expansion of the defense, the shortage of manpower was becoming increasingly apparent. As for the First Army, who felt that being able to rain artillery was enough of a success, they did not insist on launching an attack on the four cities. The demons who patrolled the outermost perimeter of the defensive line were also their targets to be hunted. Several steam-powered trucks arrived at the preset positions quickly, unloaded the Longsong Cannons, fired two rounds at the place where the demons gathered, then loaded back up and left. Skirmishes like this basically happened several times everyday. The demons did not only passively defend under the continuous pincer attacks by the biplanes and Artillery Squad. They had organized a number of attacks, and even when their vanguard attacked Cage Mountain.The rear even organized a mixed force of humans and demons, and took this chance to destroy the road near Cage Mountain, using black gunpowder in the process. But by this time, the road connecting the north and south had been completed. The cement produced by the Kingdom of Dawn could be transferred to the frontlines at any time The simple roads that had been destroyed by explosion could often be completely repaired the following night under the joint efforts of Lotus and the engineering team. Even though the low temperatures, wind, and snow greatly lengthened the cement solidification time, in the end it was simply a question of cost-benefit ratio. If the stabilized gravel surface layer was crushed, all they had to do was fix it immediately. After the completion of the main road construction project, a large number of idle construction teams were gathered in the Cage Mountain area. As such, the First Army was not short of manpower in this aspect at all. As the seesaw struggle continued, the demons¡¯ assault became increasingly slower, and the oppression and power that all their forces had at the start was gone. At this moment, both sides of the frontline came to a pause. ¡­ ¡°My lord?¡± Hackzord raised his head, looked at Siacis and was about to say something when he stopped. He slowly closed his eyes. ¡°Speak.¡± It was evident from Siacis¡¯ expression that it was not good news. But there had been so much bad news lately that he was no longer in the mood to express any fury or disappointment. ¡°Totolock personally led the attack on the headquarters of the humans at Cage Mountain, and died heroically on the front line,¡± Siacis said with his head lowered. ¡°¡­ He has lived up to his promise.¡± He had fulfilled his own commitments, yet did not complete his mission. Hackzord did not show much reaction to this result which he had long expected. He didn¡¯t even want to ask his subordinates the exact details of his death¡ªin the war against The Union, the fall of every higher ascendant meant that the challengers were dangerous, and gathering intelligence about them was essential. However, now, when fighting with the humans, one little misstep would lead to death by those strange firearms. He could completely imagine what had happened to his subordinate in the end. The fact that Totolock had led the troops himself meant that it was the last fighting unit of the Western Front. He died in glory, but it was meaningless to the race. If this underling had not transformed from a Lord of Hell, and was only good as a vanguard at the frontline and not at manipulating magic stones, he might have been more useful to be transformed into a high rank Parasitic Eye Demon than being killed by a human firearm. But the Sky Lord could not utter these words in the presence of another underling. Moreover, Totolock was not the only problem in the current situation. No matter how brave and wise a general is, they would not be able to do much without enough troops under their command. It was he who ordered the immediate attack. And the person who limited the numbers on the Western Front was¡­ the King. No, no, the King had given him enough support. Blood Conqueror and Mask were the most deserving of hate. If the Blood Conqueror gave more outposts, and Mask provided enough Symbiotic Demons as he said he would, the result would have been completely different¡ª Hackzord squeezed his newly grown hand into a fist. But¡­ would it really have been different? The next moment, a haunting thought came to his mind. If they doubled their numbers once more, the Western Front army would indeed be able to occupy the entire Kingdom of Wolfheart, but then there was still Dawn and Graycastle, how many more soldiers would he have to add for it to be enough? ¡°All of them¡­¡± The Sky Lord could not help but utter. ¡°My Lord,¡± Siacis asked in confusion. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°Nothing.¡± He shook his head. Indeed, Ursrook had already given them the answer. ¡°Abandon the cities where we¡¯ve exploited all the God Stone mines, let the Sky-sea Realm have half of the continent¡­ Direct all our forces to the Land of Dawn. I mean all, including old and new troops, until the human race is wiped off the face of this planet.¡± This was the conclusion drawn by his best subordinate. Back then, all the grand lords had thought it was an unrealistic idea, but now he could sort of understand what Ursrook had been thinking. After a long hesitation, Hackzord made up his mind. He looked deeply at the motionless Nightmare Lord, got up and walked out of the Red Mist Pond. ¡°My lord, where are you going?¡± ¡°The top of the Birth Tower,¡± the Sky Lord replied with a deep voice.¡± I¡¯m going to request the King to commence a Holy See meeting!¡± ¡­ The sea of mist that billowed beneath him and the Birth Tower that was covered in enormous eyes in the middle gradually appeared before his eyes¡ªseeing this, he felt a slight sense of relief. Holy See meetings were usually commenced by the King. Actions like requesting one wan not only sort of overstepping his place, it would also displease the other grand lords. After all, not everyone was willing to enter this domain in the Realm of Mind where the King had complete control. In the past Hackzord also had an instinctive resistance to entering the Presiding Holy See, but now, he had no better option. Only in this way could he tell the King and all the grand lords what he thought. Fortunately, the King did not reject his request. About fifteen minutes later, the other grand lords appeared in overhanging seats one after the other. ¡°It¡¯s you again¡­ Hackzord.¡± Blood Conqueror said. ¡°I don¡¯t know what¡¯s so important about the Western Front that you need to get the King to hold the Holy See. Could it be that what you¡¯re about to report is more important than the Nightmare Lord becoming lost in the Realm of Mind?¡± ¡°Indeed, when Valkries lost consciousness, you only reported it to the King alone,¡± Mask followed. ¡°Now you have requested a Holy See meeting as if you have something urgent. Don¡¯t tell everyone that your Sky City is about to be captured by those lowlifes¡ªit had been hard enough for me to divert a large amount of resources to cultivate Symbiotic Demons for you.¡± This bastard¡­ He¡¯s beating around the bush and pushing all the responsibility on me again. Hackzord cast a cold glance at him. Of the five times the number of Symbiotic Demons that they had agreed on, only half of had been delivered so far. It was true that the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s offensive had intensified, but it was also true that the agreed amount had not been reached. If it had been in the past, he definitely would not have missed this opportunity to attack him. But right now, Hackzord did not have the slightest interest in engaging in a battle of tongues. ¡°Enough.¡± The King¡¯s voice sounded in everybody¡¯s minds. ¡°I believe the Sky Lord must have his own reasons for requesting a Holy See meeting, it wouldn¡¯t be too late to voice your opinions after you hear him out.¡± ¡°In addition¡­¡± All the pupils in the eyes of the Tower of Birth looked at Hackzord. ¡°It was not your fault that the Nightmare Lord got lost. I had granted your request to send Silent Disaster to support you in battle, so I do hope that you¡¯ll not be grieving and complaining in your report and asking for more troops; otherwise, you will be wasting both of our time.¡± Hackzod felt tremendous pressure. He swallowed, bit the bullet and answered, ¡°Your Majesty, it is true that I want to talk about assistance on the Western Front, but it is not simply about one or two more troops or more outposts, it¡¯s¡­¡± The Sky Lord paused and looked into the King¡¯s bottomless eyes. ¡°¡ªDeity of Gods.¡± Chapter 1344 - Fate’s Decision Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The Deity of Gods was the demon race¡¯s most esteemed masterpiece after they upgraded. It took nearly a hundred years and expended countless materials to realize this miracle. It was regarded as a leap in the race¡¯s control over magic and the only mean capable of destroying the Sky-sea Realm. As soon as the words left his mouth, there was a short and eerie silence inside the Presiding Holy See. There was a moment when Hackzord wanted to retract his words, but when he thought about the possible outcome of the the battle, he fought against the urge. He had to take up responsibility for the continuation of his race. A moment later, the King¡¯s monotonous voice rose once more. ¡°I remember that we have already discussed this the last time.You should know what the Deity of Gods means to our race.¡± ¡°Our hope of defeating the Sky-sea Realm.¡± The Sky Lord nodded. ¡°But that¡¯s all it is.¡± ¡°What do you mean ¡®that¡¯s all it is¡¯?¡± Blood Conqueror finally couldn¡¯t hold back and roared in a low voice. ¡°After the restriction on the Red Mist is removed, we could altogether rely on the Deity of Gods to attack the Sky-sea Realm. Even if we use it on the Eastern Front, it can still substantially lessen the pressure on the defense line! And this involves the lives and deaths of tens of millions of our people and millions of soldiers, yet you say ¡®that¡¯s all it is¡¯?¡± ¡°First your genius subordinate asks for the entire race to confront the lowlifes with our full force, and now, you want to send the Deity of Gods to deal with those lowlifes. The both of you really do think alike.¡± Mask laughed coldly, he looked around the figures sitting around in the Presiding Holy See. ¡°What does everyone think?¡± ¡°¡­ I¡¯m sorry I can¡¯t agree to it,¡± Resentful Heart said succinctly. The other grand lords also expressed their disapproval. Only Silent Disaster did not utter a single word. Hackzord had a hunch long ago that such a situation would occur. He knew that this matter was far too important, so much so that he could not inform the King about it one-on-one. This was the reason why he was determined to convene this Holy See meeting. If they could not come to a consensus here, then anything he did afterwards would be pointless. The humans now bore a extreme resemblance to them after the first Battle of Divine Will. After absorbing the legacy, their race attained an unimaginable advancement. All kinds of magical technologies emerged, and almost every few decades, a great revolution would take place. The rate of upgrading surged, making the Junior Demons scarce. The development of Symbiotic demons caused magicless demons like Inferior Demons to also become soldiers. It was also at that time that their usage of the magic stone was popularized. These achievements were also reflected in the Second Battle of Divine Will¡ª even if the Sky-sea Realm also received an upgrade no less superior than theirs, they still took only less than thirty years to drive out the humans out of the Land of Dawn. Now fate seemed to standing on the side of humans. And they were changing faster than the demon race had¡ªAccording to the nobles who had surrendered, Graycastle was not much different from the other kingdoms ten years ago, and the current King of Graycastle as well as the four princes of the Wimbledon family were nothing worth mentioning either. Thus, any hesitation or procrastination would only let the opponent become even stronger. He must make everyone aware of this. ¡°The Western Front battle is already lost.¡± Hackzord took a deep breath; he could completely imagine what expressions Blood Conqueror and Mask would make, but for the future of their race, he had already thrown his concern over personal gains and losses away. ¡°Although our race still has two of the humans¡¯ Kingdoms, we do not have any more power to keep going on¡ªthe stalemate means that it would be very difficult for us to acquire the legacy shard in a short amount of time, this is not different from failure.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Mask said in shock. ¡°You have a troop of over a hundred thousand, not to mention many Symbiotic Demons! How could you lose to those lowlifes?¡± ¡°Are you deceiving the King?¡± Blood Conqueror opened his gaping jaws wide at the Sky Lord. ¡°Not long ago you said that the everything was going well on the Western Front, and that our race has already successfully stepped into their land! Now you are telling me that you can¡¯t defeat the lowlifes in a region that is covered in Red Mist? This is ridiculous!¡± ¡°Ursrook had onced warned me but I didn¡¯t pay enough attention to it. It¡¯s exactly how you are now treating my warning in the same way as I had,¡± Hackzord said slowly. ¡°After all, it is very difficult to describe everything that is happening on the Western Front. If you want to know, use your own eyes.¡± Hackzord bowed his head to the King. Letting the King read his memory was something that he never wanted in the past. But after taking this step, he no longer had a choice¡ªas for those insignificant words that may have been unwillingly offensive, the King was unlikely to take it to heart. All the eyes on the Birth Tower opened at once. A chilly feeling instantly surged into his mind, Hackzord forced himself to open up his consciousness, silently thinking ¡®I am definitely loyal to the King¡¯ and allowed the dark current to flow through his entire body! The iron birds soaring in the sky, the fiery rain falling from the sky, the enormous blazing balls of fire, as well as the God¡¯s Stone arrows being shot over huge distance¡­ These scenes emerged one by one, as if reliving the experiences of the war with the humans. After the chilly feeling disappeared, all the facial expressions of the grand lords became unpleasant. Hackzord knew that they too had just experienced what it was like to be ambushed by the humans, and be just a whisker from death. Even the tumbling sea of Mist under his feet became agitated. Although Ursrook had reported about the changes in the humans¡¯ weapons, no words could compare to an immersive experience. There were no Transcendents or magical apparatus other than a group of magicless people piloting strange iron objects as well as the cooperation of a few witches. Yet, they threatened the life of a grand lord. ¡°Was that really.. .something that the lowlifes created?¡± Mask said in disbelief, ¡°I didn¡¯t feel the presence of any magic at all¡ª¡± ¡°In fact, that is precisely their outstanding point.¡± Hackzord knew that his only chance had come. ¡°The strength of the humans can no longer be measured by their scarce number of witches; all the magicless ones should also be counted. Also, after they had all these things, the originally weak magicless humans¡¯ power is not much different from Primal Demons, they can even threaten Junior Demons and high-order upgraded demons.¡± ¡°So? What¡¯s your point?¡± ¡°I want to ask everyone, even if we use the Deity of Gods, are you certain that we can attack and capture the Sky-sea Realm within ten years? The answer was unquestionably no. The Deity of Gods was only a necessary mean for the counterattack, but not the only condition for victory. As an upgraded race like them, nobody knew how much power the Sky-sea Realm would release on their own territory. The original strategy was to stick to defending the Blackstone region while swallowing the legacy shard of the humans, so that after the race reached a new level, they would destroy the Sky-sea Realm in one go with the Deity of Gods. ¡°I don¡¯t mind if you blame it all on me, but the defeat of the Western Front is already certain. This is an unavoidable fact!¡± Hackzord raised his voice a notch. ¡°If we don¡¯t change, I¡¯m afraid in ten years we won¡¯t be able to fight back against the Sky-sea Realm. We might not even be able to defeat the humans! The final result would be the complete extinction of our race under the attack from both sides. Could the Deity of Gods be more important than this!¡± ¡°This is just your personal judgement,¡± Blood Conqueror said through gritted his teeth. ¡°Of course it isn¡¯t.¡± ¡°Are you going to mention Ursook again?¡± ¡°No,¡± said the Sky Lord with a pause, ¡°I meant the Nightmare Lord.¡± Since he had already set his heart to it, and the tiny deception was all for his loyalty towards his race, it was impossible to turn back at that moment. ¡°I don¡¯t know what clues Valkries found in the Realm of Mind that would lead her to venture away from front-line warfare, but before her final dive into the Realm of Mind, Valkries told me herself that she had become more inclined to Silent Disaster¡¯s speculation¡ªhumans might have already received some sort of legacy.¡± Blood Conqueror froze in his seat. The lopsided situation in the Holy See was perturbed. Chapter 1345 - Forced Redemption Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations As one of the earliest higher ascendants to become a grand lord, Valkries¡¯ words naturally carried a different weight. She was also the only one who could maintain her normal conversational tone when she talked with the King, as if there was no difference in class between the two. More importantly, the King had never shown any opposition, which was enough to prove the point. A conclusion drawn by the Nightmare Lord naturally carried its own persuasive power. Moreover, Hackzord had indeed discussed the possibility of the humans¡¯ inheritance of a legacy with her. Although she didn¡¯t say it personally, everything else were reasonable assumptions. He also intentionally brought the matter up after he showed the Western Front¡¯s battle situation from his memory. Perhaps the King might ascertain his claim while he was reading his memories, but it was unlikely he would verify this matter specifically. After all, the King¡¯s mind had a high level of autonomy, all the decisions he made were only based on facts. The purpose of these words was to shut the mouths of dissenters. Blood Conqueror¡¯s pitiful brain was unable to understand the situation at all and was only responding instinctively. In order to shirk responsibility, Mask naturally would not stand on his side easily. The other grand lords were on the fence; to place the future of their race in their hands was a joke. Thus, Hackzord said this lie with complete confidence and without feeling a single shred of pressure. Backing away now was the biggest irresponsibility to the race. He had to turn the tables with his own hands! ¡°An inheritance that we do not know of, that is too far-fetched¡­¡± Mask said suspiciously in a low voice. ¡°We all saw the scene in the Origin of Magic. If a race like this really existed, where would they be?¡± ¡°Who can be sure that the conclusion that our race came to before is definitely correct?¡± Hackzord said solemnly. ¡°I also don¡¯t believe that humans can receive fate¡¯s favor, but their incredible change is right in front of eyes! Don¡¯t forget, before we received the legacy of the underground civilization, we also didn¡¯t know that legacy shards can actually be divided.¡± ¡°You mean¡ª¡± Resentful Heart seemed to have thought of something. No, I don¡¯t mean anything at all, my only aim is to lead you to the reply that I constructed. ¡°Among the many ruins, if there were just one legacy shard still left behind¡­¡± All the grand lords fell into deep thought. Except for Blood Conqueror. ¡°So what? I absolutely refuse to use the Deity of Gods against those lowlifes! The strength of the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s offense is still increasing, we have finally gotten a chance to catch our breaths now, we should take this chance to secure our defensive line. If we don¡¯t have the Deity of Gods, the Eastern Front can hardly withstand the battles that are taking place all the time. As soon as the army is defeated, over ten cities will be exposed under the enemy¡¯s minions!¡± But this time nobody said anything to support him. ¡°Compared to a dozen cities, the future of our race is what you should be focusing on.¡± Hackzord swept his gaze over him expressionlessly, then he looked at the Birth Tower in the middle of the Holy See. ¡°Your Majesty, losing the Deity of Gods on the Eastern Line would indeed exacerbate the current advantage over there, but at least it won¡¯t reach the worst outcome. Right now, time is not standing on our side. The humans are absorbing the legacy they have received at a startling rate¡ªsince sacrifice cannot be avoided, our next step will be key.¡± ¡°Hackzord, that is my army!¡± Blood Conqueror roared. The Sky Lord turned a deaf ear to him. ¡°You have all seen how exquisite the warring weapons that the humans have created are. More importantly, Primal Demons can also use them! If our race can absorb their legacy and use fiery rain and the iron birds for ourselves, we can also turn the tables on the Sky-sea Realm! Even if we lose the entire Blackstone region, the final victors of the Battle of Divine Will, will be us!¡± Upon hearing about the infusion of new weapons, a light shone from Mask¡¯s hollow eyes. Blood Conqueror boiled with rage. ¡°And these losses could have originally been avoided¡ª¡± ¡°Enough.¡± The King finally spoke. ¡°I already understand what you mean.¡± Hackzord felt his heart settle. The King would not be influenced by their arguments and would only make his decision based on the actual situation. The other grand lords were still skeptical; but at least, they were not explicitly opposing to his claims. This way, the consensus adopted during the meeting could be quickly implemented. Otherwise, the quarrels and prevarications between the grand lords would waste large amounts of precious time. The hard-won pressure that the Western Front had exerted on the humans would be reduced to nothing by their indecision. Although this was still different from Ursrook¡¯s call for going ¡®all out¡¯, it was the best result that he could get right now. As the most esteemed masterpiece of their race, the Deity of Gods itself was protected by a large number of troops, and this could be a guise for more support for the Western Front. Of course, when this ultimate weapon reached the Land of Dawn, all of the humans¡¯ tactics would become meaningless. ¡°Silent Disaster¡¯s arrangements will remain unchanged. Continue to support the Western Front.¡± The King¡¯s deep and stable voiced echoed in the Holy See. ¡°When the Deity of Gods is complete, go to the human territory to seize the legacy shard. Shrink the Eastern Front southward, abandon some of the cities if it is necessary in order to reduce the loss of Inferior Demons¡ªBefore momentum of the offense and defense is reversed, they are also an important resource.¡± ¡°As you command,¡± all the grand lords replied. ¡°But Blood Conqueror is also right, delaying the Sky-sea Realm on the Eastern Front and swallowing the humans on the west was the established strategy for the third Battle of Divine Will. Now, we are forced to send the Deity of Gods to the Western Front, causing the deaths on the Eastern Front to increase substantially. Sky Lord¡­ do you feel that none of this is your responsibility?¡± In that instant, Hackzord felt an icy and eerie chill crawl up his spine. In his vision, the eyes on the Birth Tower all amalgamated together, forming one enormous, monstrous eyeball. Compared to this, he who was sitting in his seat seemed completely insignificant. Simply the pupil of the eye alone was enough to contain several of him. The eyeball hovered in the air, coldly staring at Hackzord, as though it could crush him into dust if it just made a small half of a roll forward. Under such pressure, he did not even think of opening a Distortion Door. In the Presiding Holy See, the King was no different from god. ¡°Your ability is important, but that does not mean that I will ignore this matter¡ªthis will be the last accident that will occur in the Western Front plan, do not disappoint me anymore, otherwise¡­¡± The King¡¯s displeasure did not need to be expressed by a loud voice, it revealed everything like a physical pressure crushing against Hackzord. ¡°I¡­ understand.¡± The eye suddenly vanished, and with it the Holy See. The spire and mist at the Sky City appeared once more before Hackzord¡¯s eyes. ¡°Are you all right, my lord?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t mind it¡­¡±The Sky Lord slowly shook his head as he looked at Siacis beside him. He had originally thought that he had prepared himself to bear everything long ago, but when he was really facing the King¡¯s malice, his surging discomfort and resistance almost overwhelmed him. These were no more than¡­ spontaneous reactions. Hackzord closed his eyes. Everything was for the race. He had already done his best. Chapter 1346 - Tillys Letter Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Graycastle, Neverwinter. Roland couldn¡¯t help squeezing his hand into a fist when he finished flipping through the reports sent from the frontline. ¡°What¡¯s the matter, Your Majesty?¡± Beside him, Nightingale noticed his strange behavior. ¡°No¡­ Nothing.¡± He leaned back in his seat and released a long sigh. ¡°I¡¯m just happy. Everybody¡¯s performances are exceeding my expectations.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Nightingale was surprised and then chuckled. ¡°Looks like they are all working hard.¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± Roland stood up, poured two cups of Chaos Drink and held one out to Nightingale. ¡°They have really worked hard.¡± This was not an offhand remark but something he believed from the bottom of his heart. If he had not come all this way himself, he would have found it incredibly hard to believe that the First Army and the spear-wielding border troops from the past were one and the same. After eight days of intense battling, they could still perform an organized strategic retreat. The amazing cover cooperation of the open ground operations, as well as their willingness to actively seek out the key to victory on the battlefield, all testified to the startling growth of the army. In addition, the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s cooperation and the refugees voluntarily staying behind to support the rear services of the army allowed him to see the transformation of humans as a whole. But what made Roland the most surprised was Edith. Even if several of her actions in the past had long shown her to be unlike the normal person, the pleasant surprise he felt this time was more than everything from before added together. Taking advantage of the powerful carrying capacity of the steam-powered truck, the mobile operation was carried out on the territory of the Kingdom of Wolfheart, allowing the long range and immense power of the Longsong Cannon to be fully displayed. This bore some resemblance to Blitzkrieg. Furthermore, there was the strategy of first voluntarily evacuating from the cities, causing the enemy to stretch their defensive lines and expose numerous weaknesses. The second part of the strategy involved using highly mobile troops to exploit these weaknesses. The Chief of the Staff was without doubt most commendable for the First Army¡¯s feat of destroying large amounts of the demons¡¯ power with few losses and the stopping of their advance three hundred kilometers outside the Red Mist region. Although Roland and the Pearl of the Northern Region had discussed about their opinions on how the battle would progress, as well as the evolution of war in terms of mechanical equipment, he didn¡¯t touch on a specific type of equipment¡ªthe ¡®armored vehicles¡¯ he had high hopes for were currently still in the factory in the form of tractors. For Edith to be able to connect this to transporting trucks, her view could be described as a leap forward in time. It was the combination of individual and collective strength that lead to this hard-won victory. The movements of the demons were now firmly restricted, and the new recruits and resources for the First Army were unceasingly being moved to the front line through the main road. The forces on both sides had become a state of ebb and flow. The real counterattack would begin when their accumulation of resources were at their zenith. Roland and Nightingale lightly clinked their glasses. At this moment the power of humans seemed to sparkle. ¡­ After finishing his drink, he returned to his desk. According to the reporting routine of the First Army, good news was followed by all kinds of exposed problems. And usually, these were problems that only he could solve. For example, with high-intensity maneuvering, there were painful losses. The report placed this at the top of its list¡ªbecause of the uncertainty on the battlefield, the longer the vehicle members stayed around a faulty vehicle, the greater the risk. In the absence of tools and a good environment for repairs, the most two people could do was deal with a flat tyre, leakages, and other simple failures. They were virtually helpless when it came to suspension and transmission systems in which problems occur relatively easily. So only the Magic Cubes could be unloaded in the majority of broken-down steam-powered trucks, the truck would then be abandoned on the battlefield. Over fifteen trucks had already been lost since the demons¡¯ launch of their full-on attack. Had it not been for the maintenance of the road that connected the north and the south, Roland suspected that Edith would have moved all of the vehicles to Wolfheart. To improve this situation, the First Army not only needed a dedicated support force, they also needed to establish repair and maintenance sites, just like the Aerial Knights. Field repair vehicles and tow trucks were unquestionably an essential part of the production schedule. He once again acutely felt that if he wanted to place these huge machines into the battlefield, it would not be as simple as constructing them; the resources and money that they would consume were not something that a single Kingdom could withstand. In addition to requesting more steam-powered trucks, the military¡¯s top brass had also expressed a strong desire for 75-millimeter cannons and general-purpose machine guns. Several accounts proved that their inclusion improved the firing skills and power of the First Army significantly, making them almost a perfect weapon if not for the heavy consumption of ammunition. Roland was extremely moved by the conclusion of ¡°an appearance of flattery but actually just a demand for money.¡± Then he approved of the army¡¯s request. When he reached the end of the reports, he saw a letter personally written by Tilly. He guessed that the contents were similar to those of the military, either pressing for her own plane, or producing more ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ planes. ¡°Brother, long time no see.¡± ¡°You have not forgotten your promise, have you?¡± ¡°Now that the demon¡¯s offensive has gradually weakened, we¡¯ll basically be able to peacefully live through the Months of Demons this year. I will make time to visit Neverwinter, I hope to see it¡¯s real appearance then. As expected. Roland could not help but place his hand to his forehead. He knew it would turn into this. Fortunately, the overall structure of her personal plane was now clear, and he really did need Tilly to come and verify if the new plane could be used. But what Tilly wrote next was outside of his predictions. Tilly took up great amounts of space to illustrate the insufficiencies of the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ in real battle, even suggesting to temporarily suspend the production of ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ planes until improvements were made. The biggest problem among them was the two-seater. After summarizing all the Aerial Knight conclusions and battle results, she discovered that only one of sixty-five Devilbeasts which were taken down was done by the backseat shooter. The reason was obvious: in close combat, the enemy did not need to initiate dogfights for long periods of time like biplanes. The Mad Demons¡¯ spear throws were equivalent to a crossbow with an elevation angle of -90 to 90 degrees, covering a span of 270 degrees in front of the crossbow. As long as there was enough distance, it could attack from the roof and belly of a ¡®Fire of Heaven.¡¯ In reality they often did go into these blind spots, causing the backseat shooters to be helpless. Even if the enemy was within the range of the machine gun, it was difficult for the shooter to determine the relative distance of the target in the air without reference, coupled with the inability to predict the flight path of the aircraft, the hit rate from 100 meters away was pitifully low, and often they would return after firing all their bullets, without hitting even one enemy. In the same way, when the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ strafed ground targets, the backseat shooter could only have a brief opportunity to shoot when the plane pulled up. But the weight of the crew, the weapons, the ammunition and protection of the cockpit could not be ignored. In order to adapt to the flight, the front and rear people had to complete a full set of pilot training, which made the backseat machine gun become a decorative item with a very low price¨Cperformance ratio. Tilly very bluntly suggested in her letter that it was more like a design error. If they eliminated the rear cockpit, not only would the number of Aerial Knight instantly double, but the weight saved could also be applied elsewhere. Like more oil fuel. Like a miniature bomb. In short, even if there was no way to immediately produce an improved ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯, at least the backseat should be sealed with skins. After Roland closed the letter, he involuntarily revealed a bitter smile. He could imagine the appearance of Tilly complaining logically and plausibly. Although he was a little exasperated towards the huge amount of criticism being thrown at his design, Tilly¡¯s summary from actual combat summary was more worthy of being given priority in comparison to the reference materials in the Dream World. Just as he was about to pull out the old ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ blueprints for revision, the phone with the Administrative Office label rang. Roland picked up the receiver and very quickly heard the excited voice of Barov. ¡°Your Majesty, your iron tower project is done.¡± Chapter 1347 - Producing the Silent Message Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Really?¡± Roland¡¯s mood instantly turned for the better. Barov¡¯s manner of speech clearly hinted that the installation of the facility was not that simple. ¡°You heard the signal as well?¡± This so-called ¡®Iron Towers Project¡¯ was the first step in Roland¡¯s wireless communication plan¡ªto satisfy the requirements of having large antennas for the transmission of long-wavelength radio waves, the Ministry of Construction erected transmission towers nearly fifty meters tall between North Slope Mountain and Silver City. The majority of the transmission towers were simply long poles with thickness as wide as a grown man, and therefore looked like thin needles from afar. In addition of hydrogen-filled aerial marker balls that allowed extension or contraction of the metal wires, the antennas extended up to 100 meters. The towers were not considered difficult to construct and the construction was of nothing noteworthy, but communications towers were considered systemic engineering. The crux of the project were the transceivers at the base of the towers. Under the course of debugging, multiple electromagnetic waves were unleashed. Fortunately, in the world where there were no interference, everything transmitted out was received clearly. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Barov replied enthusiastically. ¡°It was as you have predicted, the system spontaneously produces some kind of magical response. It is just that¡­ I¡¯m unclear if Silver City was responsible for it.¡± ¡°I believe that the answer to it will come very soon,¡± Roland muttered to himself. ¡°Inform the Head of the Administrative Office that we¡¯ll be leaving together, I don¡¯t think they would want to miss the chance of witnessing history being made.¡± ¡­ After going through several years of development, North Slope Mountain was no longer the mining site of its past with a few narrow passageways. Wide cemented paths and railroad tracks were built on the slopes and passengers aboard trains could reach the peak in a matter of minutes. Not far from the iron tower were a row of plain and simple single-story houses built up with red bricks, where icicles dangled from the corner of the low roofs. The grandeur of it was far from comparable to the new factories at the southern banks of the Redwater River. In terms of appearance, no one would ever link it to ¡®a new era.¡¯ Inside the house, Anna instructed members of the Society of Wondrous Crafts as they underwent the last round of preparations. Upon seeing Roland, she surreptitiously gestured, stating ¡®everything is going smoothly¡¯ to him before continuing to immerse herself in her work. Roland could not help but smile. When the initial plans for electromagnetic waves were set in place, it incited a heated discussion in the Administrative Office. The majority of the people were well aware of the impact the project would usher into the human world¡ªif information and news could be transmitted in real time, control over Neverwinter and their combat strength would see great improvements. The telephone lines, aviation couriers and Sigil of Listening were evidence¡ªunder the combined usage of the three, the old noble factions of Graycastle never found the opportunity to regroup and make a comeback. Many of the officials previously believed that regaining their centralized state of power was a long and repeated process, but after being overthrown by the First Army, they never had the chance to stir up any waves. This was due to the fact that when pitted against highly effective information transmissions, the nobles would encounter the Second Army upon any signs of development, so much so that the police would step in and prevent them from having the space to develop. But the telephone lines were wired after all. The latter two means of communication were related to magic power which the officials were barely able to comprehend. But the Iron Towers Project did not have any connecting lines and was theoretically even stronger than anything magic power could replicate. This was even more inconceivable. Although the textbooks in primary education introduced the basics of electromagnetic waves, the theory was intangible. With regards to something they could not see or touch, many were skeptical. In a sense, it was even more difficult to imagine compared to biplanes. Of course, the debate did not affect actual progress. After all, too many oddities had appeared in Neverwinter under Roland¡¯s rule. Even if he were to suddenly announce that he had plans to ascend the Bloody Moon, the Administrative Office would still make an all-out effort for him. But wireless communications was not Roland¡¯s specialization and he was not as certain in it as compared to his development in machines. The transmission equipment was a product built completely from the prototype of the Design Bureau of Graycastle and no one knew if it truly worked. When he saw Anna¡¯s gesture, he was no longer worried about losing in face of his subjects. ¡°Then, let¡¯s begin.¡± Roland held Anna¡¯s hand and guided her to the transmitter. ¡°Erm¡­ Roland?¡± ¡°This is the fruit of the Ministry of Engineering¡¯s efforts and it is only natural that you are the first one to test it.¡± He winked at Anna multiple times and replied. Despite being involved in the debugging process and having confirmed the feasibility of the project, only the official test would be recorded down in the annals. ¡°There is still the position of the receiver, which one of you wants to be the first to experience it?¡± Barov and the others looked at each other and raised their hands simultaneously. ¡°Your Majesty, let me have a go at it!¡± After a round of debate, the old director relied on his experienced seniority and successfully came out on top. He became the one of the two participants involved in the ¡°first¡± long-distance communications test. In theory, the transmission of the telegraph could be completed with just one person, but the separation of sending and receiving to two individuals was more convenient for verification purposes. To people that had never come across wireless communications, the key point was on convincing them, could the other party over 100 kilometers away truly receive the message sent from here? The simplest method was to allow the unsuspecting receiver to relay the information known only to the sender. After simply explaining the test method once, Roland got the chief guard to cover Barov¡¯s eyes. Anna drew three horizontal lines and two dots on a small blackboard ¨C the horizontal line represented a long tone while the dot represented a short tone. Anna pressed on the switch and sent the message after everyone verified the information on the blackboard. ¡®Three long tones, two short tones.¡¯ The moment the electric circuit connected, blue sparks blossomed in the center. As the switch was not connected to any buzzers, aside from the blue light, the room was completely silent. Everyone subconsciously held their breaths. The light released was so faint that even those outside had difficulty witnessing it, much less Silver City which was a few hundred kilometers away. Even Roland could not help but have goosebumps all over his body. In that instant, he felt as though something had swept through his body. Without a doubt, it was a misconception. Under low power amplification, electromagnetic waves were unable to affect the human body. But in his mind, he mapped out the scene vividly. The electric spark looked like a flash that died instantly, but the electric current sent out was oscillating between the inductor and capacitor. The oscillations per second capable of reaching up to millions of times caused the rapidly fluctuating electric field to spread out from the antenna and ground wire all directions. In the silent world, it was the first silent message produced by man¡ªno one could hear the sound, but it was louder and clearer than any other sound made. Even after a few hundred kilometers, the transmission did not disappear and was recorded by the antenna in Silver City. Two receivers welcomed the transmission. After capturing the electromagnetic waves, the metal powder inside the glass tube of the ancient coherer coagulated which lowered the electrical resistance inside the circuit, allowing the originally dead light bulb to release a warm yellow light. Its largest use was to inform the receiver that there was a message reverberating in the sky. The other machine was the galena detector. The galena detector did not require any external power source and was constantly on the receiving end. A piece of copper ore and a conducting wire formed a natural semiconductor that produces a weak electric current due to the radiation within, allowing the receiver to hear the sound produced with a telephone receiver. When no frequencies are received, the galena detector emits a vague buzz instead of clear ticks, but maintained opened to receive transmitted frequencies accurately. The next step was simply reversing the process. Distance was no longer a problem, the frequency was as fast as light. In other words, it was light itself. Anna repeated the message three times before putting the switch down. According to the arrangement, if Silver City received the transmission, it would dispatch the exact same message. If it was done via the conventional letter, the time taken for the message to be sent back and forth was roughly five to seven days. By aerial courier, it required at least a day. But right after Anna placed the switch down, a light appeared on the receiver. The entire process took only a few seconds! The crowd could not help but stir. Oblivious to everything, the blindfolded Barov listened attentively before slowly jotting down the message he received. When he took off the blindfolds and headset, he no longer needed to inquire about the results¡ªthe shock in everyone¡¯s shocked eyes was a self-evident answer. On the paper were three horizontal lines and two dots! Chapter 1348 - Coma Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Your Majesty, can I give it a try?¡± Kyle Sichi asked impatiently. ¡°Of course,¡± Roland smiled and nodded, ¡°You can be the one sending the message this time.¡± The Chief Alchemist pondered for a moment, then picked up a chalk and wrote down a string of characters of varying lengths which went up to more than 20 odd patterns. If the three horizontal lines and two dots were a coincidence, this long message basically eliminated the factor of luck Barov remained as the receiver. It was clear that he did not wish for the rare experience to end¡ªwithout even waiting for Roland¡¯s order, he rushed to blindfold himself. Electric arcs jumped within the circuit once again. This time, the old director took a longer time as he listened attentively. When his answer emerged on the piece of paper in front of everybody, they erupted into an enthusiastic round of applause! There were two mistakes in the long line of 20 over characters, but there were no mistake in the numbers and was identical to Kyle¡¯s message! It was impossible for this coincidence to be attributed to luck. This meant that in those few seconds, information had been communicated between Neverwinter and Silver City¡ªwhich explained why the old director knew the message Kyle sent. ¡°Your Majesty, what is the furthest distance the Iron Tower can send?¡± Barov asked excitedly. ¡°Theoretically, so long as you increase the output, even a few thousand kilometers wouldn¡¯t be a problem. ¡°You mean it can cover the entire territory of the Four Kingdoms?¡± Hearing that, everyone could not help but engage in whispers. ¡°It isn¡¯t limited to that, it can even cover the entire Fertile Plains.¡± ¡°For Graycastle to know of anything that occurs in Neverwinter in a second, this notion is truly inconceivable!¡± ¡°Indeed, if it weren¡¯t for the opportunity to witness this miracle, I will never dare believe that this is something achievable by Man¡­¡± Barov was already pondering over questions at a deeper level. ¡°Your Majesty, if we are able to assign specific meanings to these codes, maybe we are able to achieve more complicated content, for example giving out instructions or a government decree¡­¡± Upon witnessing the new invention, he immediately reflected on its utilization, it had to be said that Barov¡¯s knowledge and ideas were more advanced and extensive compared to his peers. Even at his old age, he was capable of keeping up with the rapidly rising Kingdom. Roland gave him a commending smile, ¡°You are in the right direction, but my plan is to advance further from your idea.¡± ¡°Are you saying that¡­¡± ¡°We will not be assigning symbols with specific connotations, but to effectively assign our current written language with corresponding symbols. This way, even if we can¡¯t hear human voice, we can still engage in real-time conversations.¡± After considering Roland¡¯s words, Barov¡¯s eyes lit up. Obviously, he realized the enormous significance in the ¡°new language¡±. As the world¡¯s language adopted a completely different phonetic system, it was impossible for Roland to completely copy the telegraphic codes from his world. However, the principle stayed the same, and they simply needed to spare some effort in formulating suitable code tables. With the code tables, any textual information could be transformed into its corresponding code and broadcast at the speed of light over the continent. Roland already had plans as to the person responsible for creating the telegraph messages. As the person responsible for recording information from both worlds, no one was more suitable than Scroll. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± Sirius Daly raised his hands eagerly, ¡°Can I try this tele¡­ graph machine?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Roland looked at the crowd. ¡°If anyone else is interested, feel free to experience it yourself.¡± The higher-ups of Neverwinter immediately burst into a commotion. All of them lunged forward and the table with the equipment was soon surrounded. Upon taking in this scene, Anna walked over to Roland and shook her head in amusement. Roland naturally understood the meaning behind her smile. The spark-gap transmitter and galena receiver were merely the lowest tier of technology in the technological tree for wireless communications. The former was capable of sending messages over radio frequencies, while the latter could receive all sorts of information. The two appeared like a match made in heaven, but could only send and receive a set of information at any one point in time in the same region. In fact, after the spark-gap transmitter was superseded with the more advanced vacuum tube wireless equipment, its few unique features caused quite a momentary stir due to disruption in radio reception. As such, its effects could only be considered average. Furthermore, the system required a large number of counterpoise wires and transmission power; therefore the space it occupied and weight were difficult to reduce. The system was destined to only be set up in a small number of important cities. By the time the vacuum tube prototypes were ready, they would be capable of directly disseminating voice messages without disrupting broadcast and transmission-receiving. That will be when wireless communications truly reached its peak. Who knew what kind of surprised expressions they would reveal when the time came. He knew that Anna was anticipating that. It had to be said that the two of them were extremely similar based on this point. While everyone were testing and ¡°conversing¡± with Silver City in zest, Roland suddenly felt an intense dizzy spell affecting his mind. It came so abruptly that everything inside the room became double in his eyes. He subconsciously closed his eyes in an attempt to suppress the spreading of the dizzy spell, but his body seemed to have lost its center of mass. Anna was the first to sense the change in him. She extended her hand out and grabbed his arm. ¡°Roland, are you alright?¡± I¡¯m fine¡­ Roland wanted to give that reply, but a violent fit of coughing came out when he opened his mouth. He closed his mouth and swallowed the pungent yet sweet taste in his throat. Hell, what is going on? His eyelids closed quickly, as though their weighed a hundredweight. His palms were covered with bright red specks which stood out as highly disparate from his surroundings. Despite trying his best to remain clear-headed, his consciousness was quickly slipping away from him. Anna seemed to be crying out something, but aside from the hubbub of noises, he could not hear anything. He lost control over his body and fell backwards. The last scene that entered his vision was Nightingale¡¯s silhouette and the Mist that quickly extended outwards. ¡­ When Roland opened his eyes, he realized that he was back in his bedroom. ¡°His Majesty is awake!¡± Even before he got up, Scroll who was by his side had already alerted the others. A series of rushed footsteps followed and, in a blink of an eye, Anna appeared by the bed. Clearly, she had been in the room all this time and had not gone far from him. ¡°How do you feel?¡± She leaned over and placed her hand over his forehead and asked gently, ¡°Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?¡± ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Roland focused on taking in everything for a moment. ¡°No. I feel extremely light, as though I have just taken a long nap. My mind feels much better than usual.¡± Seeing the two doubtful gazes fixated on him, he spread out his hands helplessly. ¡°It¡¯s true, except¡­¡± ¡°Except what?¡± Anna and Scroll questioned him in unison. ¡°Except that I¡¯m slightly hungry¡­¡± Roland rubbed his tummy. ¡°How long have I been asleep for?¡± Anna¡¯s expression finally relaxed. ¡°About six hours. It is the shortest coma you¡¯ve had. I¡¯ll inform the kitchen to prepare something. But¡­ are you truly alright?¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t feel better.¡± Roland shrugged his shoulders. ¡°Right, where¡¯s Nightingale, she can immediately determine if I am speaking the truth or consoling you.¡± Just as he finished his sentence, Nightingale appeared from shadows. She did not approach the bed, nor did she reply immediately. She remained silent for a long while before nodding her head, ¡°¡­ His Majesty is speaking the truth.¡± ¡°See?¡± Roland smiled. Indeed, he did not feel out of sorts, and what he said was the truth, but Nightingale¡¯s reply was much slower compared to ordinary days. Although he felt something off about it, he did not probe further. ¡°As to why I fainted, maybe it¡¯s simply because I didn¡¯t have sufficient rest?¡± Chapter 1349 - Time Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations His explanation was somewhat forced, but Anna and Scroll were unable to find more problems in such a short amount of time. After waking up, be it his body temperature, breathing, or pulse, everything was extremely normal, to the point that even Roland himself could not make sense of it. The dizzy spell came without warning and seemed to suddenly sever a part of his consciousness. He had no recollection of moving from North Slope Mountain back to the castle. While being examined, he took the opportunity to learn about what happened after he fainted from Scroll. A few of them heard Anna¡¯s cry but never witnessed the scene of Roland falling. The moment Roland lost consciousness, Nightingale had pulled him into the Mist with her. Anna explained that her cry was due to her slipping and barely managed to conceal the situation and got through the event without mishap. As to where His Majesty had gone, everyone was actually unaware of it. After all, everyone knew of Nightingale¡¯s strength and it was close to impossible to hurt Roland when he was in her hands. Therefore, with her guarding him, Roland did not require personal guards. Additionally, The King of Graycastle did not need to report his movements to them, and it was perfectly normal for him to leave after having a successful trial of the wireless communications. This was the reason why only Anna, Scroll, and Nightingale were the only people around him after the incident. Even the other members of the Witch Union were unaware of what had happened. At this point, Roland finally felt relieved. It had to be said that Nightingale made the best choice at that crucial moment. All of Graycastle matters were related to him and they had to withstand the powerful enemies at the borders. Everyone had to maintain their high morale together and focus on the war. If news of him falling spread, it would definitely lead to instability. Even if it was just a short coma, people would speculate on the condition of his body. The best way to handle the situation was to act as if nothing happened. ¡°It was all thanks to you.¡± Roland smiled at Nightingale. Unexpectedly, the latter did not use the opportunity to request for a few bottles of Chaos Drinks like she usually did. She lowered her head and replied, ¡°No, it¡¯s nothing¡­ as long as you¡¯re fine.¡± After he finished the food delivered from the kitchen, it was just past eight in the evening. Roland¡¯s initial plan of returning to his office to redesign the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ was put to a halt by Anna, who insisted that a sick person had to rest well and forced him to return to bed. Helpless, he obediently listened to her and even canceled the planned trip to the Dream World. After all, the sudden coma made him a little worried. Due to the prior incident which was caused largely due to overwork, Roland figured that resting was not a bad thing. After wishing him a good rest, the three walked out of the room. Once the door was closed, the room was instantly shrouded by darkness, leaving only the faint city lights outside the window, barely lighting up a small piece of glass through the cracks of the window curtains. After fifteen minutes, Roland heard rustling sounds. Inside the quiet room where no wind was present, the velvet curtains swayed gently. Roland tilted his head and looked over. A shadow had appeared by the window and blocked the only source of light. From his position, the light shone and drew a thin silver outline on the silhouette. Such a sight gave him a baffling sense of reminiscence. Roland sat up and spoke unsurprised, ¡°Can you now tell me what exactly happened?¡± The shadow walked to the window and revealed a head of beautiful curled hair. It was Nightingale. ¡°You knew that I would come back?¡± She was startled. ¡°You¡¯re never like this.¡± Roland smiled and shook his head. He retrieved a glowing magic stone from under his pillow and inserted it into a light groove. A gentle and warm light instantly lit up the entire room. ¡°Your expression just now literally had your emotions written all over your face.¡± ¡°Then, Anna, she¡­.¡± Nightingale subconsciously covered her face. ¡°I¡¯m guessing that she noticed it as well? That was why she left me in the bedroom.¡± Roland released a sigh. ¡°But since she did not take the initiative to ask, it means she has agreed tacitly to your judgment¡ªif you find that it is inappropriate for others to know about it, she wouldn¡¯t get to the heart of the matter.¡± This was undoubtedly a form of trust. A complicated expression appeared in Nightingale¡¯s eyes. ¡°To be honest, I¡¯m curious as well,¡± Roland continued, ¡°I feel comfortable all over and I don¡¯t feel anything out of sorts. Those won¡¯t fabricated lies to console all of you, and I truly feel this way. You can clearly see that, but why are you still so worried? What¡¯s on your mind?¡± Nightingale looked down, ¡°The ones who knew you fainted, isn¡¯t restricted to just the three of us.¡± ¡°Not just the three of you?¡± ¡°Nana isn¡¯t in Neverwinter, and Lily can¡¯t heal this problem, and no one was able to make a judgment on your situation at that time.¡± Nightingale spoke slowly, ¡°In a moment of desperation, I thought of someone¡­ although she is helpless regarding the specifics of your illness, she was still able to provide a holistic answer. Hence, I concealed her from Anna and brought her into the room.¡± ¡°You¡¯re talking about¡­¡± ¡°Momo.¡± Roland¡¯s heart jumped. Momo was indeed an excellent choice. Revealing his life expectancy itself would indicate many issues. It went without saying that Nightingale had matured greatly, being able to think so clearly despite a chaotic situation and finding the appropriate ways to handle the situation. But thinking about how she had a load on her mind, he faintly sensed that the conclusion was not good. ¡°What did Momo see?¡± ¡°¡­..14.¡± Nightingale looked at him for a long while before whispering, ¡°The number changed from 17 to 14.¡± ¡°It decreased¡­ by three years?¡± Roland could not help but frown. It was outrageous. If his condition had worsened due to an illness, there would have been warnings. But he was truly brimming with energy and did not have any signs of pain. Nightingale seemed to see through his thoughts. ¡°It isn¡¯t an illness, or fatigue¡­ I went through the criminals in the mining area, but none of the samples tallied to your issue. To have three years cut short in just a few months isn¡¯t normal; otherwise, in the past four to five years, your time would have already decreased by 30 to 40 years. This is most probably due to something recent.¡± Her explanation sounded extremely plausible. Roland stroked his chin. ¡°But I haven¡¯t encountered anything special during this time¡­¡± ¡°No, there is one.¡± Nightingale leaned over, ¡°Maybe you didn¡¯t notice it yourself, but I¡¯m most aware of it. In the past few months, the number of times that you have entered the Dream World increased by several times as compared to before. Aside from this, I can¡¯t think of any other reason!¡± She extended her hand and grabbed Roland¡¯s, her tone fluctuating. ¡°Promise me, stop going into the Dream World, alright!?¡± Enlightened, Roland could not help feeling shocked. That¡¯s right, the greatest variable in the past few months has been the Dream World¡ªthe crux was not about the frequency of entry, but the absorption of the Force of Nature cores. According to Lan, the magic power of the Dream World would constantly expand until it invaded God¡¯s Territory. He did not know what the end result would look like, but could clearly feel that the world was going through some sort of self-enriching process. And being closely related to the creator, it was justifiable when the pressure on him increased substantially. Upon thinking about it, when Lan solemnly mentioned ¡°we don¡¯t have much time,¡± perhaps it was not about the Divine Will, but implying about Roland¡¯s own situation. Chapter 1350 - A Newcomer Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Maybe you¡¯re right.¡± Roland spoke after a long silence, ¡°But we¡¯re already at a stage where the Dream World is directly influencing Neverwinter¡¯s rapid growth, I can¡¯t¡­ and shouldn¡¯t close off this channel.¡± Especially with Scroll evolving into a Transcendent, the Dream world¡¯s significance became unprecedentedly important¡ªevery trip Scroll made would bring about immeasurable knowledge to humanity. What¡¯s more, there was Zero, Garcia, Defender Rock¡­ It was impossible for Roland to treat them as figments of his own imaginations. Even without Lan, Roland was unwilling to give up on the Dream World. Nightingale clenched her fists tightly. ¡°What about me?¡± Roland was startle. ¡°What¡­¡± ¡°What about me!¡± Nightingale¡¯s volume increased a notch with a trace of quivering, ¡°If your time continues dropping, you¡¯ll only have a few years before you¡ª¡± Nightingale bit her lip and struggled with the latter half of her sentence. ¡°Anna and I agreed on it before; I am also willing to abide by it, but if that day ever comes, I¡ªwhat do I do?¡± Roland raised his hand and gently stroked her pale white lip. ¡°That is why I have to enter the Dream World to end all of this. You know, the numbers isn¡¯t all about increasing or decreasing, it represents a trend, or an outcome. If we can uncover the Origin of Magic¡¯s essence, we can most probably eliminate all of the negative influences from the Realm of Mind. On the contrary, if we were to avoid it, who knows if it might become even more severe. If we wait until then to think of something, it¡¯ll be too late.¡± If Lan¡¯s warning turned out to be true, the Oracle¡¯s patience would be at its limits,and could simply decide to destroy everything at any time. The Fallen Evils and the Oracle¡¯s more frequent appearance seemed to have proved this point. He had to take the risk. ¡°But¡­¡± ¡°I promise not to let such a thing happen.¡± Roland spoke earnestly. Nightingale stared at him for a long time. ¡°No matter what?¡± ¡°No matter what.¡± He nodded his head. She no longer said anything as her body gradually faded away until she completely disappeared into the Mist. Roland kept the magic stone into the drawer and allowed the darkness to occupy every corner of the room. The glimmer from the window regained its luster, and it felt like nothing ever happened. But he knew that it was not a hallucination. The warm touch on his left hand never faded away¡ªuntil he fell asleep. ¡­ ¡°Didi, you have an unopened text message.¡± ¡°Didi, you have an unopened text message.¡± ¡°Who is it? To be sending so many text messages?¡± Fei Yuhan packed the last bit of her luggage. ¡°Could it be from the Association?¡± ¡°You can say that¡­¡± Valkries opened up the text message bitterly, clenched her teeth, and closed it again. If not for the meticulous control over her strength, the toy in her hand would had shattered into pieces. ¡°Not bad.¡± ¡°What do you mean, not bad?¡± ¡°That person has foresight.¡± Fei Yuhan smiled and put on a pair of down gloves. ¡°Didn¡¯t you notice that in the entire Martial Artist Duel, the number of times he had his sight on you was only second to mine? But the majority of people only dared to look; to summon the courage and take the initiative to send you a text message, that deserves praise. If there¡¯s time, why not introduce us.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t what you think it is,¡± Valkries replied with a hint of anger. After recovering from her wounds and being discharged, her relation with Fei Yuhan allowed them to stay in the same house because of the division of groups. Their bedrooms were connected to a large living room, and any movements could be heard by the other clearly. Valkries did not have any objections with this and was even glad for it. After all, she was in an unfamiliar world and the more people she interacted with increased the chance of her revealing her identity. Fei Yuhan had helped her plenty ever since visiting her in the hospital, and thus, the anger was not directed to her. It was to the person who sent the text message. Without a doubt, the small box in her hand, hailed as the cellphone, was a magical treasure. Through it, one could gain access to all sorts of information, and was a true encyclopedia as compared to hard printed books. After being taught by Fei Yuhan on how to use the ¡°communication device,¡± she was unable to put down the cellphone. But it had its shortcomings, such as how exceptionally annoying the object would become if others learned of the phone number. What made it worse was that she could not simply block the other person. ¡°In any case, you don¡¯t have to care about this.¡± Valkries rubbed her forehead lightly. Having lost her third eye magic stone made her feel as though something was missing. ¡°Are you heading out now?¡± ¡°Yes, the Association has recently recruited someone new, Mr. Defender wants me to meet her.¡± ¡°A newcomer?¡± Valkries frowned. Naturally, she knew of Fei Yuhan¡¯s unique position in the Martialist Association and was aware that Fei Yuhan had no need to receive newcomers. ¡°That¡¯s right, but I will be her master from now on.¡± The other party laughed, then waved her hands and walked out of the main doors. Master¡­ Valkries pondered for a moment as the Transformer appeared in her mind. Her emotional state lasted for a second before being cut short by the buzzing of the cellphone. ¡°Didi, you have an unopened text message.¡± ¡°Didi, you have an unopened text message.¡± This guy! She clenched her fists and took a long time to restrain herself before opening the box. |Sender: Roland. Your infiltration squad suffered attacks from my army in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and its frontline was utterly defeated. Your casualty numbers are approaching a hundred thousand. You¡¯ve lost a few giant skeletons capable of manufacturing the Red Mist, and there has been no signs of the Sky Lord. Could it be that he was frightened away by my cannons? Also, where is the Senior Lord? If they continue to hide away, your vanguard unit will have to be buried in Wolfheart.| |Sender: Roland. We discovered the obelisk at the ridge of the continent in Blackstone and attacking it is something that will happen sooner or later. What do you think will happen if we were to drop a bomb into that large pit? Although it is a little far off, we have already developed flying machines capable of navigating long distances. If we can¡¯t end the Battle of Divine Will early, the same thing will repeat, until Blackstone Region becomes a volcano incapable of being extinguished. I hope you can understand this point.| |Sender: Roland. On a side note, after being in the Dream World for so long, you should understand how advanced and powerful human weapons can be? And there is still the peak of the mountain¡ªThe Glory of the Sun. We have recently carried out a theoretical experiment and it is just a step away from the finished product. How long more do you want to consider?| Valkries would obtain a few of such messages everyday, either about the war or the latest results of Humanity¡¯s research. Initially, Valkries was able to maintain silence, neither accepting or returning any messages. But after staring at the phone this time, she slowly keyed in a reply. |Where are you? Let¡¯s meet.| ¡­ |Where are you? Let¡¯s meet.| The same message appeared on Fei Yuhan¡¯s phone. Not bad, seems like new information about the other world is about to appear. She closed her screen delightfully and knocked on the doors of Mr. Defender¡¯s office. ¡°Come in.¡± A calm and steady voice sounded from the inside. ¡°Yes sir.¡± Once the doors were pushed open, she immediately noticed a slightly anxious young lady seated at the small side table. The other party had long white hair, an average stature and did not have much fluctuations from the Force of Nature. With regards to her foundation of being an Awakened, it could be said that she was not outstanding. But that was not the point. It was a quick and simple glance as Fei Yuhan quickly recovered her calm and quiet demeanour. She turned towards Mr. Defender and greeted him, ¡°Your Excellency.¡± ¡°Okay, you should know why you¡¯re here today.¡± Rock drank a mouth of tea at a leisurely pace, ¡°Now that she is here, I have to ask, what is your reason for taking her as a disciple? After all, it is your first time taking the initiative to request something from the Association.¡± ¡°Most probably¡­ because I wish to have something to do?¡± Fei Yuhan replied indifferently. Rock was stunned for a moment. Soon after, he clasped his hands together and broke out into a laugh, ¡°Hahaha¡­ it is truly your style. But regardless of anything, it is good deed, especially with Prism City¡¯s anxious need to replenish its strength.¡± He looked at the young lady by the side. ¡°Let me introduce the two of you. This is Fei Yuhan, recognized by the Association as a talented martial artist. Although she looks unapproachable, she is an extremely responsible person. She will be your master, and will aid you greatly from here on out.¡± ¡°This lady here, is the new Awakened that is residing at Roland¡¯s home¡ª¡± ¡°Zero.¡± Fei Yuhan extended her hand out to the girl and smiled. ¡°Welcome to the Martialist Association.¡± Chapter 1351 - Crushed Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The meeting place was the same as before. Even the selected seats did not change much. Valkries walked into the cafe and immediately noticed Roland seated by the windows. It looked as though the flourishing human city was formed as an extension beneath him like his shadow. This sight made her have the illusion that he was of divinity and was unapproachable. Valkries shook her head and put these thoughts behind her. ¡°I¡¯m here.¡± She sat opposite Roland. ¡°What do you want to eat?¡± Valkries shook her head, to which Roland responded by getting the waiter¡¯s attention. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, then we¡¯ll have one of everything. We can talk and eat at the same time.¡± Coffee and pastries were served quickly. Valkries did not express any signs of rejection and very automatically took a small piece of cake and placed it into her mouth. She carefully tasted the sweetness and soft texture of the cake, as though this meeting was not a negotiation between enemies, but a tea party to enjoy delicious snacks. ¡°There¡¯s something different about you,¡± Roland looked at her and said. ¡°I¡¯ve thought about it; eating and talking at the same time isn¡¯t that bad.¡± Valkries answered casually. She had been too passive at their first encounter and was practically led by the nose, she told herself that it would not happen again. She could very well imagine the pleased look on his face every time he sent the text messages, but she had endured it long enough and could not allow for it to continue. ¡°Alright.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°You finally replied me, so did you come to a conclusion?¡± Valkries nodded her head. ¡°What is your answer?¡± ¡°I refuse.¡± She caught a hint of startlement and puzzlement on Roland¡¯s face. It appeared as though he did not expect such a direct refusal as his constantly calm and composed expression finally cracked. The atmosphere between the two seemed to congeal. Fixed in the same position with cup in hand, Roland took quite a while before bringing the cup to his mouth. At the same time, he smoothened his frown. ¡°¡­ What is your reason for refusing?¡± ¡°The fifty-fifty decision truly sounded reasonable. Compared to the continuation of the race, the front line army amounts to nothing. We can¡¯t avoid paying the price to prevent our world from being eradicated. To be honest, I was almost convinced by you.¡± Valkries placed another piece of pastry in her mouth, ¡°It is a pity¡­ everything you said must stem from it being a fact to have meaning.¡± ¡°I AM speaking the truth!¡± Roland replied solemnly, it was the first time his tone of speech had changed. ¡°But I am unable to verify your truth.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland suddenly became quiet. ¡°You¡¯ve realised this too, right? I¡¯m stuck in this world and all information regarding the outside world comes from you. Regardless of it being the news of the front line army in the Kingdom of Wolfheart being forced to retreat in defeat or the supposed ¡®Glory of the Sun.¡¯ I can¡¯t even verify its progress, much less make a decision based on these groundless information.¡± ¡°I thought you would be smarter than this. After staying in the Dream World for so long and judging humanity¡¯s war potential from history documents, isn¡¯t the end result that obvious to¡ª¡± ¡°Potential doesn¡¯t represent strength,¡± Valkries retorted. ¡°That¡¯s right, humanity has displayed powerful strength; otherwise, Ursrook would have never seen you as equals! But at the same time, the majority of our forces are being held up by the Sky-sea Realm. If someone realises that we have to give up on one side, humanity may not be able to withstand the full force of my race¡¯s assault!¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°After investigating your roots, I have come to realize that the upgrade humanity has obtained isn¡¯t the upgrade of a civilization. Maybe it might bring about effects akin to the fragment in centuries, but as to where the current times are leaning towards, I can¡¯t make a judgment. So you no longer need to send me more of your news from now on.¡± Roland wanted to say something, but held back his words at the last moment. Valkries looked out the windows and took in the glorious human city. It could even be said that this meeting was an opportunity for her to vent her resentment and finally cause the other party¡¯s unruffled personality to dissipate and replace it with an obvious disappointment. But she did not sense the joy she anticipated. The threat from God still existed and ¡°Transformer¡± Heathtalese¡¯s warning had not been resolved. If the other party was right, then rejecting the 50-50 choice was not the best solution. But she was unable to make the decision to go against her race just based on humanity¡¯s account. Doing so could be considered even more negligent. Comparing the two, She would rather pick the former. Even if her decision would bring about a great deal of danger. Valkries swallowed the last slice of cake and feigned a relaxed state. ¡°Thank you for your hospitality, I will miss this taste in the future.¡± ¡°If you wish to have it, we can just arrange for another day.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°You don¡¯t have to make it sound as though this is the last dinner.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Valkries was startled, she had thought of all the possible reactions from Roland¡¯s disappointment¡ªfrom resentment and hostility, to disdain and sarcasm¡ªbut it did not include this reality. Since she declined the proposal, it was not surprising if Roland found an opportunity to kill her. After all, she was still a senior lord and part of the race that was humanity¡¯s greatest enemy. ¡°I¡¯ll make a move first.¡± Roland took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the exit of the cafe. ¡°I will continue sending news to you. Even if you wish to avoid them, they are the truth.¡± This guy¡ªdid he even hear what I said! Valkries could no longer tolerate it and asked, ¡°What¡¯re your plans now?¡± ¡°My plans?¡± Without even turning his head, he said, ¡°My plans have never changed¡ªto uncover the secrets of the Origin of Magic and end the Battle of Divine Will completely, regardless of what you choose to do.¡± Is he still pretending or are those his true thoughts? The scene of their previous meeting appeared in Valkries¡¯s mind, to the point where Roland asked her the last question. Do you think that the Transformer from a thousand years ago did the wrong thing? ¡­ ¡°What are your thoughts on the Martialist Association?¡± Fei Yuhan held on the steering wheels and asked. After driving over a freeway ramp, they drove up a bridge expressway. There were only a few vehicles on the bridge and their horizon was filled with the endless penetrative and gleaming river that extended through their vision. This bridge was the dividing line between the city and suburban district. Basically, one had to travel on the bridge to get from Green Meadows Sanatorium to the apartments. ¡°Hmmm¡­ It isn¡¯t what I thought it was.¡± Compared to the scenery, Zero seemed to be more interested in the interior of the vehicle. She would pinch the soft car seats, or raise the volume of the radio. Her ruby-like eyes moved around the car incessantly. ¡°Oh? What did you think the Association would be like?¡± ¡°More¡­ more mysterious, and not like a hotel right by the road,¡± Zero pouted and replied. ¡°The base in Prism City is exactly as what you¡¯ve described, but there has been trouble over there recently, that is why we have temporarily shifted over here.¡± Fei Yuhan chuckled. In front of the young girl, she did not have to pretend to be indifferent and maintain her aloofness. ¡°My next question is on a different topic, about your personal experience when you visited the park previously. After all, for you to learn how to control the Force of Nature, you¡¯ll be staying in the sanatorium for a long period of time. If you have any requests in terms of your lifestyle, feel free to ask Master.¡± The little girl did not reply immediately and instead turned her head and asked, ¡°Is Uncle Roland working here as well?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. But he may not have the time to accompany you everyday.¡± ¡°I know that,¡± Zero said with a pout. ¡°He has many sisters to take care of, he is constantly working late nights without stopping.¡± The car suddenly revved and charged ahead. Fei Yuhan quickly retracted her right feet that had stepped onto the wrong pedal and acted as though nothing had happened. She coughed out twice for that was shocking news! Despite her suspicions that those astonishingly beautiful girls might belong to another world, it suddenly dawned upon her that she might had overlooked it, but they were the ones who addressed him as ¡°His Majesty¡±! That¡¯s right, as a king, having a harem was not incomprehensible. She made another wild guess. Was it because of their close relationship with the world¡¯s creator, Roland, that they then have the ability to step into this world? Taking the initiative to accept Zero as a disciple was the right choice. She believed that with Valkries and Zero, she would slowly ascertain the other world¡¯s secrets. Wait¡­ by thinking so, if I want to visit the ¡®reality¡¯, don¡¯t I have to¡­ ¡°Master, Master¡­ are you alright?¡± Zero called out a few times before pulling Fei Yuhan out of her daze. ¡°No, it¡¯s nothing, please continue.¡± ¡°That is why I chose to be a Martial Artist! By doing so, I have more time to see Uncle Roland.¡± Zero concluded, ¡°So no matter how the Martialist Association is, I will persevere!¡± Fei Yuhan laughed involuntarily. Alright, that is truly a naive reason. Naive, but persevering. Fei Yuhan initially believed that the young girl would require a long time to adapt after leaving her familiar abode, but realized that she had overthought. You are far more mature than I thought. ¡°Relax, the transfer and enrolment will take at least another week. The Association also allows vacations, you don¡¯t have to see the Martialist Association as being difficult. When we return, make sure to say goodbye to your friends¡ª¡± Fei Yuhan suddenly noticed something peculiar midway in the conversation. A freight wagon on the opposite lane suddenly leaned to its left, colliding into the partition in the middle and toppling over. She instantly hit the brakes and swerved to the right. But in the next second, the giant freight crushed the partition like a large wall caving inwards. The road was instantly sealed shut while the vehicles that were caught in the accident were rammed aside like scattered and smashed pieces of paper. It was impossible for any survivors to escape. Everything happened so quickly, as though there was not enough time to react¡ª Following the loud bang, the vehicle the two were in collided head on into the freighter! Due to the vehicle being turned abruptly towards the right, the body of the car was sent flying horizontally and the violent impact instantly tore the vehicle apart, deflating the entire driver seat. Chapter 1352 - I Will Protect You Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Zero crawled out of a broken window with wounds all over her body. The shiny and brand new vehicle was destroyed and looked no different than a pile of rags¡ªthe steel frame of the vehicle was distorted to the point of resembling a fried dough fritter, the body had shrunk by half, as alternating black and yellow engine oil leaked out and emitted a pungent smell. The accident was so severe that no ordinary human could survive it. If not for the protection from the Force of Nature, she would have been turned into minced meat along with the vehicle. Zero endured the pain and stood up with great effort. The bridge was in complete disorder; vehicle parts were scattered all over and the truck was overturned not far from where she stood, completely sealing the road. Zero turned her head and discovered that multiple cement mixers had sealed off their rear. Even if their vehicle had avoided the accident, it was impossible for them to leave. If it was purely an unexpected accident, the drivers behind would had long gotten out of their vehicles to rescue the others. But from the time the accident occurred till she managed to get out of her vehicle, not a single person was seen. The entire bridge was dreadfully quiet. If it had been any other day, she would already be in tears. But at that moment, teardrops welled by the rim of her eyes while her body trembled incessantly. She clenched her teeth tightly and disallowed her tears from falling. Zero had frequently heard her uncle mention that the Fallen Evils targeted people who had awakened their Force of Nature; therefore, the entire accident could have been a premeditated ambush. I can¡¯t let the enemies see that I am weak. Not only was that useless, but that would also worsen her situation. She was no longer a child of yesteryear, but an awakened Martial Artist! ¡°Creak.¡± A harsh sound caused by friction broke the silence. The roof of the flipped over truck was torn apart from within. A figure donning a mask walked out of the driver seat. To be able to rip apart the metallic vehicle with his bare hands and come out of the devastating car accident unharmed, it was clear that the person was not ordinary. Zero subconsciously stuck close to the ruined vehicle behind her. Through the mask, she seemed to sense a bone-penetrating cold intent that shot up from the soles of her feet. She could not see the person¡¯s eyes; yet, she could sense his converged attention on her, like a viper that had locked onto its prey. ¡°This is the target? She looks like a little brat that hasn¡¯t even gone through puberty.¡± Two ¡®monsters¡¯ appeared on top of the truck. One was still barely passable as a human with deformed arms and legs, but the other had wings and fangs like the gargoyles of legends. But Fallen Evils had the possibility of transformation; thus, their evolution into such a state was not something strange. The red eddies coruscating on their chests were obvious signs that the two were Fallen Evils. ¡°There wasn¡¯t a need to mobilize so many people for this little brat. We can just find an opportunity to bite her and she will not even have the opportunity to cry for help. It would be better for me to help Master Oracle to take her life¡ª¡± The Fallen Evil that resembled a gargoyle unleashed a bizarre laugh and extended its wings, ready to pounce onto Zero at any moment. The one who stopped it was the masked person. The latter merely lifted a finger and pointed downwards when the gargoyle was instantly smashed onto the ground by an invisible force. The impact was so huge that cracks appeared on the bridge! ¡°Imbecile, who allowed you to take action?¡± the masked person spoke coldly. ¡°You have no idea what you¡¯re dealing with.¡± ¡°Master, isn¡¯t she¡­ a Martial Artist that has just awakened recently?¡± the long-armed monstrosity asked. ¡°That¡¯s right, but she isn¡¯t any ordinary Martial Artist. All you see is her weak eddy, but I can see the radiant light around her entire body.¡± The masked man bowed towards the little girl. ¡°Am I right? World Creator¡ªMiss Zero?¡± What did it¡­ just say? World¡­ Creator? Zero gulped a mouthful of saliva. ¡°I think you got the wrong person.¡± ¡°So you¡¯re oblivious to this.¡± The masked person was first startled before laughing out loud. ¡°Regardless, everything will end soon enough. Before that, let me introduce myself. I am the emissary of the Deities, Delta. I come from the place you call ¡®Erosion.''¡± ¡°You want to kill me?¡± ¡°To kill is inaccurate, I am merely on the orders of the Deities, to put everything back on the right track and return all the stolen power back to its source. Your current world is part of it.¡± ¡°Master Oracle¡­ we¡¯re not killing her?¡± The gargoyle struggled up from the ground, with a look of confusion on its face. ¡°Not now.¡± Delta replied, ¡°As a Martial Artist, she is nothing of value. But never look down on a Creator, especially when we are in her territory. Your blind actions will only wreck our plans. To suit the regulations, the power that I am able to exhibit now is insufficient, yet she holds endless power. So before doing anything, we have to sever the connection between her and the world. That is how we can ensure absolute success. We can¡¯t delay for too long, cracks will form soon.¡± At this moment, Zero finally realized that the overcast sky was riddled with translucent lines that formed rhombuses folding towards the center of the bridge. Aside from the rhombuses, the scenery was gradually shifting, as though they were teleporting elsewhere. ¡°Relax, ever since you entered the bridge, you no longer had the chance to escape¡ªall of those foolish and logic-minded people thought that the Martial Artist Association was our target, what a joke! The more people they send, the more flaws in their defenses appear.¡± Delta raised both of his hands outwards. ¡°Beneath this bridge are over a thousand hidden cores, which the Martialist Association has no knowledge of! It is from the power supplied by these cores that I am able to pull this area into the overlapping crack between the two worlds. In this crack, all the Realm of Mind territories will be interfered by the Deities, and it will not bring you any help. This is where we will fight it out on equal grounds until one side returns to the source!¡± Right when he concluded, the veins in the sky coincidentally converged together. The outside world instantly dimmed and finally turned to darkness. The bridge that had lost its light source plunged into darkness, but as the world was forcefully torn apart, the light that originally belonged remained and illuminated every corner of the crack. ¡°Now you can do what you wanted to do,¡± the masked man said. The two Fallen Evils looked at each other and moved simultaneously, one ahead and the other behind as they charged at Zero¡ª Zero grabbed onto the frame of the vehicle and remained stationary. To anyone witnessing the scene, it looked like she had been stunned silly. The young girl was truly harboring a large amount of fear in her, especially when the enemy opened their hideous and sinister mouths and appeared inches away from her¡ªif not for Fei Yuhan¡¯s repeated warnings, it would have been difficult for her to even remain standing. Her mind was in a blank, but she remembered two things. In the instant when the accident happened, her master had turned the car completely horizontal and flipped the driver seat down horizontally as they collided into the truck. At the same time, she took Zero into her embrace. A bright and white light instantly enveloped her and softened the entire process as the sky and earth turned upside down. The second thing was the words spoken along with the warm light. ¡°Don¡¯t stray too far away from the vehicle, stand up straight and face the enemies. ¡°I will protect you.¡± Even when the gargoyle Fallen Evil was biting down at Zero, she never took half a step back! It was also right at this moment when a dazzling and silver light shot out from the distorted vehicle and beheaded the enemy from top down. The instant the light flickered, the Fallen Evil in front froze in its spot as a split appeared from the top of its head and spread downwards, splitting its body into two perfect pieces. Chapter 1353 - Enemy of the World The long-armed Fallen Evil immediately altered its direction as it leaped to its side and directed two fists forward! Both of its arms suddenly extended to its limit, unexpectedly stabbing into the vehicle that was a few meters away from it. The power of the punches actually produced two large holes in the vehicle! If anyone was hiding inside, they would have definitely taken a direct hit. This was also the attack which the long-armed Fallen Evil was most proud of. The ability to extend and retract its limbs, coupled with its inexhaustible strength, allowed it to deal with an Awakened without the use of the Force of Nature. Few of the Martial Artists whom it had killed were unable to react before it attacked. Every single one of them died with expressions of disbelief written all over their faces, which was a source of pleasure for the long-armed Fallen Evil. But the instant it hit its target, the Fallen Evil¡¯s expression changed drastically. Beneath the vehicle which was flung away revealed the figure of a woman. Her posture did not resemble a person that had been heavily punched and instead she was kneeling calmly amidst the chaos, her body was leaning forward, clearly prepared to engage. The Fallen Evil believed that it had a quick reaction, but the other party was obviously faster. Much faster! The dancing silver light blossomed from her hands once again and formed a rapidly revolving whirlpool¡ªnot only did the ray of light shatter the vehicle into pieces, but it even crushed the Fallen Evil¡¯s arms! The long-armed Fallen Evil unleashed a blood-curdling shriek and struggled to retreat. With great difficulty, it struggled free from the whirlpool. But the arms it retracted were only the biceps and shoulders. The pungent and putrid smell from the pus and blood splashed onto the floor along with dices of meat. In that quick exchange, two mutated Fallen Evils that were extremely troublesome for martial artists were either dead or heavily injured. ¡°Is your so-called equal grounds having three men to bully one little girl?¡± Fei Yuhan raised her hand and dissipated the glaring light, revealing a simple and unadorned sword. ¡°I think the current situation is barely enough to be called equal grounds.¡± ¡°Master¡­¡± Zero immediately moved towards her and held her hand. ¡°I already called your Uncle Roland, don¡¯t worry,¡± Fei Yuhan winked at her and whispered. ¡°Ah?¡± She was startled. ¡°But shouldn¡¯t we inform the Association about such things. Uncle can¡¯t fight like Sister Garcia, and he¡¯s seldom reliable. If he¡¯s here, won¡¯t he be too¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid only he is the only one who can help us in this situation.¡± Fei Yuhan stroked Zero¡¯s head. ¡°And your most important mission now is to get as far away from here as possible, can you do that?¡± The young girl wanted to speak, but under Fei Yuhan¡¯s gaze, she bit her lips, turned, and ran towards the lined boundary. ¡°Damn it, how were you unharmed from that collision?!¡± the long-armed Fallen Evil screamed in anger. ¡°It¡¯s simple, what you guys did.¡± Fei Yuhan shrugged her shoulders as the Force of Nature enveloped her entire body. The Fallen Evil¡¯s eyes constricted. ¡°Channeling the force externally to render all ordinary damage ineffective? Isn¡¯t¡­ that something only Defender-ranked Martial Artists can do!?¡± It sized her up in shock. ¡°Could it be¡­ you are the one the Martialist Association hail as the genius¡ª¡± ¡°I don¡¯t find it strange, since even the lowest tier of Fallen Evils can do this, can¡¯t they?¡± Fei Yuhan replied nonchalantly, ¡°As for you guys¨CI originally wanted to see how many of you are there before deciding on a response. Who would have thought that I would learn about such interesting information. I have to thank you guys because you have verified some suspicions that I have kept for a very long time.¡± ¡°Master Oracle, this girl¡­¡± The long-armed Fallen Evil¡¯s expression became ugly as it lost all its malevolent aura from before, so much so that her glare made it retreat two steps back. Delta raised his right arm and did a grab gesture towards the Fallen Evil¡ªthe latter¡¯s words were immediately caught in its throat as it froze on the spot, as though a large and invisible hand had clasped it tightly. The red cyclone at the center of its chest tore out from its back and flew towards the Oracle, bringing along pieces of bloodied flesh. The long-armed monstrosity that had lost its core toppled over with a shocked expression. It was dead. The gargoyle Fallen Evil suffered the same end; the cyclone at its chest rose into the air and converged towards Delta. The cyclone started revolving again and transformed into a red mist that flowed into Delta¡¯s body. ¡°Cowards who fear their enemies do not deserve the luxury of God¡¯s power, your missions will come to an end here.¡± Delta spoke monotonously, as though it was merely clearing out some trash. It looked at Fei Yuhan. ¡°What a joke¡­ Clearly the creators are the true targets that we should go for, yet they were misled and hoodwinked by a mere Martial Artist and even feared one. Could it be because they were once part of your team, or simply lack the foresight and fabricated the fear? It is precisely like you¡ª¡± It was at this instant that Fei Yuhan took action. She was merely waiting for Zero to be safe and not listening to the other party¡¯s ramblings. Additionally, according to past experiences, the more someone acknowledged himself as a superior existence, the more furious he would be from having his words interrupted¡ªhaving extreme mood swings was a factor that could influence a battle, and Fei Yuhan sought to use all sorts of opportunities to fight her opponent. At that moment, the only judgment Fei Yuhan could make was that the masked man¡¯s strength was on a completely different level from the other two Fallen Evils. It wielded bizarre offensive means and thus, to prevent it from harming Zero, the best solution was to engage it with a tight barrage of attacks to seal off any action it could take! She picked up a broken steel rod and tossed it at Delta with all her strength. The latter had no choice but to shut up and struck the flying rod away with a palm strike. At the same time, Fei Yuhan charged forward. After grasping corporeal Force of Nature techniques, Fei Yuhan hardly carried any weapons on her, but that did not mean that weapons were useless. Weapons could save the wielder time by having the Force of Nature attached to it. This saved the time needed to think and could extend the offensive reach. As competitions prevented the use of weapons, very few knew that Fei Yuhan¡¯s sword attainments far surpassed that of her fists and legs! Under the effects of the Force of Nature, even if the enemy was cast in steel, they would be easily sliced in half¡ª The sharp blade was stopped by an intangible ripple, preventing the blade from getting close to Delta. Although it was intangible, it was impregnable! Without a doubt, Delta was using power with the same origin as the Force of Nature. Fei Yuhan maintained her attack stance, raised her left leg, and struck at the Oracle¡¯s waist. This time, she felt her kick connect. The kick sent the Oracle flying as it smashed into the truck container, causing the metallic surface to cave in. He can¡¯t utilize his ability successively? That means¡­ he requires both hands to utilize it? Her mind worked quickly while there was no hesitation to her actions. Right of the heels of the kick, she charged towards the carriage. In a few short seconds, Fei Yuhan had exchanged more than 10 blows with the enemy. The Oracle was cut a few times and had wounds all over its body, but these wounds that were fatal to ordinary humans could barely even affect its movement. It looked as though she was suppressing the enemy, but she was the only one aware that the enemy could not be defeated with such mere attacks. Must I inflict a fatal wound somehow? On the Oracle¡¯s body, the most suspicious thing was its mask. After trading blows with it, she noticed that it was extremely careful with its head¡¯s defenses. Upon realizing this, Fei Yuhan intentionally slowed down her barrage of attacks, then retreated a step. It was clear that she was breaking away from the combat embroilment. Having gained the opportunity to take a breath, Delta extended its hands out without hesitation. Fei Yuhan quickly stomped on the ground and charged towards it instead of retreating. She transformed herself into a sharp sword and thrust forward with a rapid impulse. Although the motion of instantly switching from retreat to advancement looked simple, it required extremely precise control over one¡¯s Force of Nature to be able to overcome the immense inertia. It could be said that merely relying on one¡¯s joints and torso could not accomplish such a feat. Only with an absolute control over one¡¯s Force of Nature could one complete the action fluidly. If she had delayed for even a moment, she would had been grabbed by Delta¡¯s invisible force. She was even able to sense the sharpness of the wind behind her. Seizing the opportunity that the Oracle had missed, Fei Yuhan used all her strength to thrust out at its¡¯ mask. ¡°Crack!¡± The mask with the strange decorative designs responded with a crack. Yet she sensed something strange. Logically, her thrust would not have stopped at the mask but pierce through its entire head. She had not felt any obstruction when the stab occured. Even half of the blade had penetrated the Oracle¡¯s mask; yet, she did not see the blade tip protruding out at the back, as though the blade had disappeared into the enemy¡¯s head. The moment the mask fell, Fei Yuhan gasped in shock. On its head was pure darkness like a deep abyss. Inside the abyss, countless stars revolved slowly around the center, forming a large astrolabe. The sword in her hand had pierced into the astrolabe but had failed to set off the slightest ripple. That¡¯s right, during the alliance mission, the monster that had appeared in the abandoned factory seemed to have the same thing¡ª The inconceivable scene caused Fei Yuhan to move a tad slower. It was because of this momentary hesitation that prevented her from avoiding the Oracle¡¯s second attack. The invisible force smashed into her side and sent her flying! The Force of Nature could prevent ordinary harm, but was incapable of offsetting the attack from the same source of power. Fei Yuhan felt her internal organs shift as the acute pain shot up her throat; yet, she was unable to scream it out. After tumbling multiple times on the ground, Fei Yuhan managed to stabilize herself. She used her blade as a support to stand, then opened her mouth and spat out a mouth of fresh blood! Chapter 1354 - "You have to work slightly harder" Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°When I said equal grounds, I wasn¡¯t referring to numbers, but to the rules.¡± Delta leaned forward, picked up the broken mask, and placed it back onto its face¡ªthe crack from the penetration of the sword became smaller and ultimately disappeared. It did not stop there; even Delta¡¯s tattered clothes and wounds recovered and he was restored to his initial self. ¡°Under the same rules, the creator no longer receives the protection of the territory, and us Oracles are restricted to using strength equal to that of the world¡ªthis is the essence of what I meant. As for the number of people or the advantages and disadvantages of the situation, it was all due to my meticulous planning, how is it not fair?¡± ¡°Heh¡­¡± Fei Yuhan wiped the blood off the corner of her mouth. ¡°I don¡¯t believe that being fine after having your head bored through by a sword is considered under the rules.¡± ¡°Regretfully, it is indeed carved into the lowest tier of the rules.¡± Delta spread his hands out and walked towards her. ¡°If you want to find someone to blame, blame Lan. As a betrayer to the Oracles, it left a tiny backdoor in this world¡ªonly the creators and the Oracles themselves are capable of destroying another Oracle. You can harm me, but all of these superficial wounds will ultimately be healed by my magic power. This battle had been destined with one outcome from the very beginning.¡± ¡°Is that why you¡¯re so guarded against Zero?¡± ¡°To be more precise, I¡¯m guarded against her before the crack formed. Without the protection from her territory, she is just an ordinary Awakened.¡± Delta paused. ¡°To be able to ask this question means that you are different from all the other self-cognitive bodies; where did you hear such information before? To actually know that you actually came from the void, why are you still struggling on?¡± ¡°What is the void and what is reality, do you truly think that the difference matters?¡± The corners of Fei Yuhan¡¯s mouth drew upwards. ¡°What?¡± ¡°From a different angle, the answer will vary, so how do you know that you¡¯re not the one from the void?¡± She raised her sword and imbued the Force of Nature once more into the blade. ¡°But to me, nothing is more real than this world!¡± ¡°Truly¡ªignorant.¡± Delta snorted, and raised its hand and smashed down towards her. Fei Yuhan did not retreat but welcomed the enemy¡¯s attack with a slash of her blade! The two forces collided and unleashed a ear-splitting rumble, evoking a blast of wind that threw the surrounding vehicles into the air¡ªIn such a battle, simply entering the region where the skirmish was happening could possibly lead to fatal injuries. It went without saying that countless wounds appeared all over the Oracle¡¯s body. Furthermore, half of its body was sliced apart by the resplendent light produced by the genius Martial Artist in this confrontation. But as it had explained, even such fatal wounds were incapable of stopping it. The Oracle merely used one hand to hold tight its body and the wound stretching from its shoulder to its chest gradually closed. But Fei Yuhan did not have the same ability. No matter how much more stronger her aura from before was, wounds continued to appear on her body. From the minute grazes to bone-deep wounds, her situation turned for the worse. Zero could not help but cover her mouth. She suddenly understood why Fei Yuhan was unwilling to take half a step back despite the injuries, and instead chose to clash head on with the enemy! It was all because of her! To lessen the possibility of injuries, Fei Yuhan had to avoid its attacks while probing for opportunities to strike. The Oracle¡¯s means of attacks were completely reflected by its hands and it was not impossible for her to predict and avoid them. If they were the only two inside the crack, her attacks would have been even more dexterous. But it was impossible for Fei Yuhan! If Fei Yuhan abandoned her aggressive means of attack and chose to remain passive, the enemy could simply ignore her and charge straight for Zero! Upon realizing that, Zero¡¯s heart tightened. To prevent the Oracle from harming her, Fei Yuhan had given up on all strategic means and used her most ferocious attacks to keep the enemy suppressed in the middle. That meant that all the injuries she had were in place for Zero¡ª The young girl suddenly felt like crying. After Awakening, Zero gained the basic knowledge of a body¡¯s strength. The reason why Fei Yuhan was still going strong was due to her pushing of her Force of Nature to its peak. But this power did not relieve any pain and had a threshold. Zero was aware that Fei Yuhan could not continue battling in the same manner, for she would either fall under the overwhelming pain or under the exhaustion of her powers. Regardless, both outcomes would lead to irreversible harm to her body! Stop¡­ stop fighting. Zero wanted to scream but all she could do was produce choking sounds. Fei Yuhan and Delta engaged in yet another full force attack. With a crisp cracking sound, Fei Yuhan¡¯s sword shattered into pieces. The Oracle grabbed her right feet and sent her flying upwards before she could find a new weapon! Even with her excellent skills, Fei Yuhan had difficulty controlling the trajectory of her fall without being able to borrow an external force in the air. And beneath her, the Oracle was waiting. The Oracle produced a thunderous punch that sent Fei Yuhan flying tens of meters away, which resulted in her smashing back down onto the ground and tumbling over ten times before coming to a stop. This time, the light around Fei Yuhan dimmed a few notches. She attempted to stand but failed even after numerous tries. Blood and perspiration trickled down her cheeks and stained her lapels. ¡°No!¡± Zero could no longer hold herself back. She charged out from her hiding spot and ran towards Fei Yuhan. ¡°Master¡­¡± ¡°Stay away from me, go back to where you were and don¡¯t be anywhere near here!¡± The latter¡¯s stern voice caused the young lady to freeze before breaking down into a fit of coughs. For the first time, Fei Yuhan revealed an anxious expression. ¡°But I¡­ Ahhh¡ª¡± Before Zero could reply, she felt her body being grabbed by an invisible hand and raised up into the air. ¡°Got you.¡± The Oracle had a hand grasping onto nothing while the other prepared to unleash an attack. Right at this moment, Fei Yuhan clenched her teeth and poured all the Force of Nature into her legs as she charged recklessly towards the enemy. The collision sent the two rolling away and freed Zero¡ªcausing her to drop from the air. ¡°Your strength is truly commendable, being able to last 30 minutes in battle. But what¡¯s the point of pressing on?¡± Delta grabbed the immobile Martial Artist and pulled her towards over. ¡°You should know that the appearance of this world was nothing but a mistake, a figment of an imagination. Its activation and immobility relies on the Creator. I do not believe that he sees all of you as equals¡ªeverything you¡¯ve done is merely a joke.¡± After sustaining a series of falls, Fei Yuhan¡¯s entire body was already badly mutilated. After the last attempt of charging at the Oracle, both her legs had burst apart, her shoulders and right arm crushed to the point of revealing her bones. It was a spectacle too horrible to endure. But even so, Fei Yuhan still had the same smile on her face as she looked at the Oracle disdainfully. ¡°I¡­ said it before, so what? I can¡¯t¡­ choose where I was born, but I can choose¡­ to conduct myself with determination. As for you, aside from¡­ the gods, what do you have? I¡¯m afraid that you¡¯ve never even seen the Gods¡¯ true appearance¡­ Additionally, I personally think that the Creators aren¡¯t as what you have described them to be,¡± she gasped for breath and replied. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Delta frowned. Unknowingly, it suddenly felt somewhat distraught with anxiety. ¡°They are from beyond this world¡­ Cough, cough. Clearly they do not belong to this world, yet they strive to remain in this world. If they truly regarded this place as an imagination, why would they go that far? If they are putting in so much effort, why shouldn¡¯t I? If you don¡¯t believe me¡­ you can simply wait for him to arrive and ask him personally. I can personally bet that his answer will be different from what you expect.¡± ¡°Is that the reason why you¡¯re persevering, just to wait for another Creator¡¯s support?¡± Delta shook its head. ¡°Give up, I have planned everything a long time ago and naturally will not give you an opportunity. There is another Oracle outside the crack, it might not be able to defeat the Creator, but delaying him is not out of the question. As for you, you are obviously at your limit.¡± It relaxed its hand and allowed Fei Yuhan to fall to the ground, ¡°I will not kill you. Use your magic power to sustain your injuries, and perhaps you can still preserve your life. When this world returns back to its origin, you will acknowledge the grandeur of the Gods.¡± With that said, Delta turned towards the direction of its original target. But just as it was about to take its first step, it suddenly stopped. It turned back to see Fei Yuhan extending her remaining left hand and grabbing its leg. ¡°You¡ªare impossibly stupid!¡± It could not help erupting with rage and raised its hand to smash down behind it. The formless palm pressed the martial artist down to the ground, forming spiderweb cracks to appear around her. The hand which was grabbing at it finally fell. ¡°I gave you a chance.¡± ¡°NO! Master¡ª-!¡± Zero screamed out, heartbroken. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, you¡¯re next.¡± Delta suppressed emotions that it shouldn¡¯t have felt and once again raised both its hands at the Creator. Right at this moment, a dull sound suddenly resonated from the crack. A beam of light flashed through the patterned lines like ripples flitting across water. It was followed by a second and third beam, as though something outside was striking the crack, causing the entire space to tremble rhythmically. ¡°How¡­ could it be that fast?¡± Delta was startled. Impossible! The independent space was created using the Erosion trap formed from magic power cores. Although it was not completely isolated from the outside world, it should at least hold for a couple of hours. ¡°Epsilon, what¡¯s going on outside?¡± It yelled across empty space. ¡°Answer me, Epsilon!¡± Yet no replies were heard from the other side. ¡°Damn it!¡± Delta reached its hand out towards Zero. Right at this moment, a dazzling flash penetrated through the crack and left burning marks on the patterned lines. As the beam of light extended outwards and dispersed the darkness, the surrounding scenery which had turned ethereal returned to the ends of the bridge. The crack had split open. Chapter 1355 - The Second Scene Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The flow of time was restored the moment the light solidified. Under the gushing sunlight, the Oracle¡¯s formless hand was no longer invulnerable and instead, appeared like distorted, soft bubbles. As the dazzling blue sky descended, it replaced the weak and faint silver light that the young lady used to protect herself. Having lost the interference of the Deities, it no longer stood the chance to win easily even if Zero was just a newly Awakened. Meanwhile, two new figures rushed into the sealed domain. It did not find Epsilon, but found another target that had to be killed. He was the main Creator of the world, Roland. Delta raised its other hand and smashed it down ferociously at Roland. But not a speck of dust was raised. Its power completely disappeared even before reaching Roland, as though it was nonexistent to begin with. Hundreds of meters distance could be traversed by a Martial Artist in a split second. Before Delta could even react, its mask was torn apart by Roland and had its star ring grabbed. Regardless of how much it struggled, it was unable to break away from the other party¡¯s hands. Being in the presence of Zero only substantially weakened it, but in front of Roland, it was almost completely useless. ¡°This isn¡¯t fair¡ª!¡± Its consciousness began to dissipate as its astrolabe got stripped off. Roland remained unmoved, he was fully aware that regardless of it being pure magical creatures or enemies from Erosion, their weaknesses were located in the astrolabe that revolved inside their bodies. As long as one yanked out the astrolabes from them, they would simply melt like ice under a scorching sun. The power within his body surged in joy, as though it was welcoming that moment. Throughout the entire sequence of events, Roland was still unaware of the full situation. Less than a minute after separating from Valkries, Roland received an incoming call from Fei Yuhan. No words came through and he only heard static and friction. When the phone got cut off abruptly, he saw the abnormal changes occurring at the suburbs from the tourist elevator. A strange translucent barrier enveloped the expressway connecting the city to the outside, and obviously it was not something technological advancements could achieve. Additionally, an event that could force a celebrity Martial Artist to be unable to explain her situation was definitely no trivial matter. When he drove out of the basement garage, he encountered Valkries who was sprinting in the same direction, and as a result took her along with him. But he never expected to find Zero inside after breaking the ¡°Barrier.¡± And as for the strange man with the mask and robes, Roland immediately knew that it was one of the Oracles. As a result, Roland chose to kill the Oracle first without considering the consequences¡ªthe Association never had any solid leads regarding the invading enemies. Roland naturally did not let go of the opportunity presented, thanks to their appearance and futile attempt to kill Zero. The instant the astrolabe was completely stripped off, a bright beam of light soared into the sky, enveloping him within! Sure enough, it was a seemingly familiar situation. ¡°Uncle Roland!¡± From the corners of his eyes, he saw Zero¡¯s tear-stained face. He gestured her to relax as the brilliance devoured everything. Compared to the previous time when he was caught off guard, Roland was more prepared for this. He did not resist against the consciousness that rushed into him, but relaxed his mind and took them in, to feel them¡ª After all, it was useless no matter how hard he tried to resist them. Why not relax and focus my attention on these surging consciousnesses. ¡°Ssssii¡­ Ssssii¡­¡± His vision quickly blurred. Countless snowflakes floated down and formed a monochromatic scene. Along with the snowflakes were Lan¡¯s whispering words. ¡°The truth is always what you understand.¡± ¡­ After an unknown period of time, he finally got a clear vision of the scene before him as the light dimmed. This is¡­ Roland could not resist swallowing his saliva. The scene before him was an endless void, with a large red cavity suspended in the black void¡ªit had no depth and was extremely wide. From his position, the cavity¡¯s measurements could only be measured with astronomical units. Further in the distance were countless twinkling specks of light that mixed with the snowflakes. Roland was unable to discern if they were real or a blurred scene caused from an illusion. In Roland¡¯s memories, there was only one thing that could fit with the scene before him. ¡ªThe void did not represent a lack of light, or that there was nothing. It was just that it was too massive. The flickering specks of light were things that ordinary people would spend their entire lives counting, yet they were just insignificant things to the entire picture. The universe. The span of this¡­ is truly inconceivable. Roland could not help but lampoon. He initially thought that seeing the legendary Bottomless Land for the first time was shocking enough. Who would have thought that this new perspective had not only failed to reduce the number of questions about it, but also pushed it to a new level of profoundness. A problem arose. If he were assuming that what he was currently looking at was the known universe, what was the connection between the first and second scenes? Could it be that taking the ¡®trip¡¯ up the Bottomless Land¡¯s pillar of light led to the Sky Lord¡¯s civilization was in fact sending the rider to space? If that was the case, the term ¡®upgrade¡¯¡ªor ¡®elevation¡¯¡ªwas rather suitable. But regardless of it being the Radiation People and Match Men, they were not existences that could survive in a completely different environment. Since flames and sharp objects did harm them, it meant that they were only that much stronger compared to humans in terms of withstanding temperature and pressure. But when the ¡®upgrade¡¯ happened, all of the Radiation Men that stepped in the beam of light were never prepared for it. No¡­ that¡¯s not right. Roland quickly rejected this conjecture, purely forcing a link between the two scenes was too far-fetched. Ignoring all other variables, it was already extremely difficult to explain the reason why the deities would do this. Regardless of the endless Battle of Divine Will or the Legacy Shards that brought about evolution, it was not as if they had prepared for this scene. There had to be a deeper meaning behind this. Roland suddenly noticed something wriggling under the red cavity. Seemingly influenced by a thought, his vision started to move¡ªhe then noticed that there were many scattered meteorites floating under the cavity that resembled fragments of a scattered planet or as if they should have been there in the first place. They also looked like pieces of an abandoned ruin at a glance. With his limited knowledge, he had difficulty determining the origins of these things. These fragments appeared to be pulled by a force, gradually drawing close to a unique stone in the center. Every following layer of rocks was richer in volume, and every new piece added in induced an intense change to the surface layer. Roland suddenly realized that even though all the floating rocks appeared as scattered fragments, their individual volumes were not to be trivialized. That was how their formation was being shockingly held. At the same time, without a reference object, the entire process looked to be moving at a very fast rate. Perhaps, the real amount of time passed was far more shocking than he imagined. As if corroborating with his notion, the snowflakes started converging. The scene seemed to be entering its coda. In his field of vision, the rocks gradually formed an irregular spheroid, and an inconceivable scene occurred before him¡ªthe patterned lines that formed the rhombuses appeared suddenly and proliferated along the surface and darkness, as though it was swallowing the spheroid. If not for the faint reflection of light, Roland would have believed that the rocks had disappeared before his eyes. When it was completely enveloped, the spheroid plunged into the large and red cavity. The snowflakes covered his entire field of vision immediately after. When everything came to an end, a sentence written in unknown characters flowed into Roland¡¯s brain. Despite having never encountered them before, he was able to understand its meaning. Or rather, they were not words but a thought that directly reflected in his mind. ¡°This is the price.¡± ¡°From this moment forth, gravity will no longer be the force which is most deserving of reverence in this world¡¯.¡± Chapter 1356 - "Creators Promise" Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Hey, Roland.¡± ¡°Roland, what¡¯re you spacing out for!¡± ¡°Uncle, come and help save her!¡± Two voices rang out in turn, pulling Roland back to reality. He blinked his eyes a couple of times¡ªthe pillar of light, the snowflakes¡ªeverything had disappeared without a trace, and the messy bridge reappeared before him. Zero and Valkries were amid the ruins trying to clear out something. From their expressions, the unforeseen event had not come to a close. That¡¯s right ¡ªHe suddenly recalled that the person who called her, the genius martial artist Fei Yuhan, whom he felt was different at the Martialist Association, where was she? Could it be that the ¡®her¡¯ whom Zero was referring to was¡ª Roland¡¯s expression turned solemn. At that moment, his thoughts were finally back on the right track. He threw the entire episode to the back of his mind and rushed over to the two. The sight before him caused him to gasp in shock! Inside a shallow pit was a badly mutilated girl. Aside from her left arm, her other limbs were all completely pulverized to the point of having her bones and flesh blended together. Her body was covered in wounds, her clothes completely soaked in blood, and half of her spine were twisted and had punctured out of her skin. This was a sight that no one could ever lay their eyes on, even in a battlefield. And from what remained of her face, Roland recognized her as Fei Yuhan. She was barely clinging onto life, just barely. ¡°How did this¡­¡± Roland knelt down, completely at a loss. Save her? Even with bandages, it was impossible to wrap her internal organs back into place, much less talk about stopping the bleeding. There was no spot that was perfect and unharmed on her body. Her bodily functions had completely broken down and she was completely relying on the Force of Nature to keep her consciousness from slipping away. But this bit of power was like the last bit of wax of a candle; she was already burning out. As a matter of fact, to be able to stay conscious in such a situation required extremely powerful willpower. Even as martial artists, very few were capable of achieving this. ¡°Master became like this because she protected me¡­¡± Zero sobbed. ¡°She¡¯s about to die.¡± Valkries pointed out. ¡°Even a Grand Lord with such injuries can only delay the inevitable in the Red Mist Pond. Furthermore, the standard of medical operations here isn¡¯t even comparable to the Red Mist Pond. Even if she had plenty of magic power in her, we can¡¯t reverse this. She is able to persevere because she is a true warrior.¡± ¡°You¡¯re finally¡­ here.¡± Fei Yuhan seemed to have heard them as she slowly opened her eyes. ¡°Should I call you¡­ Master Creator?¡± Her words were mixed with a hint of humor, and the expression she gave made it look as though she was not in a perilous situation. Roland seemed stunned for a moment. ¡°You¡­¡± ¡°I am sorry¡­ I eavesdropped on your conversation.¡± She winked at Valkries¡ªthe only action she was capable of making. ¡°But if we could do it all over again, I would¡­ still do this. Zero¡­ is she okay?¡± The few sentences seemed to take a toll on her. They had to hold their breaths and get close to her to listen to her words. ¡°Master, I¡­ am fine¡­¡± Zero whimpered. ¡°This world¡­ is still fine, right?¡± Fei Yuhan sighed. ¡°In a way, I can consider this as fulfilling my responsibility in protecting it.¡± ¡°So you are aware that this world is a Dreamworld¡ª¡± Valkries frowned. ¡°Maybe to you guys, there many worlds, but in my eyes¡­ this is the only one. And it is a martial artist¡¯s duty to protect this world.¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°Allow me to say this¡­ Master Creator, since you created this world, you should have some trust in everyone, right?¡± ¡°Trust¡­ in everyone?¡± ¡°I know it will sound¡­ ridiculous, but as long as you bring out some evidence, the higher-ups of the Association¡­ isn¡¯t as obstinate as you think. We might not be able to do much, but we are not entirely useless as well¡­ even if we can¡¯t beat the Oracles, at least we can help lessen your burden. Wouldn¡¯t it¡­ be slightly easier to save this world?¡± Gather the strength of the masses¡ª A light bulb came over Roland¡¯s head. That¡¯s right, I am the Creator of this world. But I¡¯m not necessarily an omnipotent God. I can¡¯t do certain things. But others can. If everyone works together, who knows what miracle we can achieve. ¡°The last thing I want to say is¡­ thank you.¡± Fei Yuhan¡¯s voice was already faltering. ¡°Thank you for creating this world, even if it is just a dream¡ª¡± ¡°No, this isn¡¯t a Dream World.¡± Roland interrupted, ¡°It is a world that exists in the Realm of Mind, and will always continue to exist.¡± ¡°I knew¡­ that you would say that.¡± Fei Yuhan closed her eyes and revealed a satisfied smile. ¡°Besides, even if I am able to produce some evidence, I alone will not be enough to convince the world that I am some god or creator. But if I have the words of the genius Martial Artist, maybe the effect will be different.¡± She moved her lips. Are you¡­ consoling me? ¡°I¡¯m not consoling you, I am stating a fact as a Creator.¡± Roland stood up. ¡°Listen well, this isn¡¯t the time for you to give up! Since you mentioned trust, please trust me. This isn¡¯t an irreversible situation!¡± ¡°Because, I am a Creator¡ª¡± Disconnecting from the Dream World, Roland suddenly sat up from a recliner. It was noon as snowflakes gently floated outside the window. Having stood guard inside the office, Nightingale immediately appeared before him and asked, ¡°Why¡¯re you awake so soon? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?¡± It was his first time entering the Dream World two days after losing consciousness. Ordinarily, he would sleep from one to four in the afternoon, but clearly it was not time yet. ¡°Relax, I¡¯m fine.¡± Roland replied, ¡°Inform Scroll and Honey to come to the castle immediately, I have an important task for them.¡± Nightingale inspected his temperature and pulse carefully. After confirming that he was fine, she nodded. ¡°I understand.¡± After watching her enter the Mist, Roland returned to his work desk, took out a pen and paper, and started writing. He needed the power from both worlds to work together to save Fei Yuhan. Upon leaving the Dream World, time would pause, which undoubtedly provided the most crucial opportunity to save her. So as long as he did not enter the Dream World, her last breath would never end. The core of saving her laid in Nana¡¯s new ability¡ªher magic ability to attach healing properties to enchanted objects. So long as they had enough of them, they could suppress the collapse of her body. The next ability was Scroll¡¯s territory¡ªRoland himself could not ¡®bring¡¯ items into the Dream World, but Scrolls¡¯ Archives had the ability to do so. Considering that the witches¡¯ abilities extended to the Dream World, Nana¡¯s magical objects ought to work as well. Of course, just these two factors were not enough. Firstly, they needed to transport the magical objects from the archives to the bridge in the shortest time possible. Next, the the gauze that had magic embedded in them could only pull Fei Yuhan out of danger, but her broken limbs required professional equipment, and that required the help of a professional surgeon. Only by gathering the strength of both worlds could they create a miracle. Chapter 1357 - Combined Rescue Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Five days later, Seagull landed in Neverwinter¡¯s Aerial Knight Academy. Tilly left the plane with Nana. For the first time, she did not jump straight to ask Roland about her special plane, and instead asked fervently,¡± Are we too late?¡± As the iron tower project¡¯s code tables were not completed, the prepared Aerial Knights that had completed their theory lessons proceeded to Thorn Town for hands-on training, leaving only flying messengers as the fastest form of communications. Although the time required to travel between the two kingdoms was not considered slow with an the time taking of four days to and one day back, it was rather long in an emergency situation like providing medical treatment. ¡°No, you arrived at the right time,¡± Roland replied. ¡°Really, that¡¯s great to hear¡­ I think it¡¯ll be better to have an Aerial Knight student stay and patrol Neverwinter to avoid having such a situation again.¡± Tilly heaved a sigh of relief, ¡°Oh right, who¡¯s injured?¡± ¡°Errr¡­¡± Roland was at a loss for words. Flying messengers had limitations on information they could carry and thus, he did not mention too many details, and only requested Tilly to send Nana back to Neverwinter. When the question was fired, he realized that he had no answer. After pondering to himself for a moment, he said, ¡°A person that doesn¡¯t exist in this world.¡± ¡°What?¡± The corners of Tilly¡¯s mouth twitched. ¡°You¡¯re talking about someone in the Dream World?¡± As expected of Princess Tilly; her reaction is abnormally sharp¡­. Roland coughed twice. ¡°That¡¯s almost right.¡± ¡°Then just tell it to us directly, and don¡¯t beat about the bush.¡± Tilly rolled her eyes at him. ¡°What? Are you afraid that we would get mad if we discovered that we rushed over a thousand kilometers just for an imaginary person in the dream world?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve hit the nail right on the head.¡± Nana agreed. ¡°You don¡¯t have to say it out even if you¡¯ve guessed it.¡± Wendy chuckled and shook her head. You three¡­ is this some scheme against me? ¡°Feeling guilty is a good thing, Brother.¡± Tilly tiptoed and extended her hand out and poked his chest. ¡°But you¡¯re looking down on all of us¡ªif it¡¯s something that you feel has to be done, no matter how preposterous it is, we will take action and ask questions after. Now¡­ what¡¯s next?¡± This¡­ should be considered another form of expressing trust, right? Roland pressed down on Tilly¡¯s head and sighed. ¡°We will return to the castle. Scroll is there waiting for us.¡± ¡­ With ample preparations done, Nana quickly made a large pile of ¡°enchanted sutures.¡± According to her theory, the sutures would induce a healing result as long as they were placed near the wounds, regardless if one did not know how to sew a wound. The only trouble was extracting the sutures at a later date; otherwise, those unfixed stitches might bring about new problems for the patient. Considering how items from reality would not disappear, Scroll only had to enter and exit the Realm of Mind multiple times to obtain the large number of sutures; thus, Nana was able to preserve her magic power and attach magic power to the other medical treatment equipment that was needed later. Despite spending five days preparing for all the sutures, it was only an instant in the Dream World. Of course, this peculiarity might have been picked up by the people in the Dream World, like Zero or Valkries¡­ but Roland was fully occupied to take that into consideration. Once everything was in place, Roland took a deep breath, turned to Scroll and the others and gestured for them to be at ease. He then closed his eyes and entered the Dream World. After a momentary trance, the familiar scene appeared before him once again. Fei Yuhan laid motionlessly in the pool of blood while Zero and Valkries looked at him in shock. Zero eagerly grabbed onto his sleeves. ¡°Uncle, do you have a way to save her?¡± The time in Dream World flowed once again, and it felt as though he had arrived back in time five days ago. Roland did not explain himself. He quickly took out his cellphone and called Garcia. The Martial Arts Contest had already concluded and Garcia was most probably back at the apartments. The call connected quickly. ¡°Hey, what¡¯s up?¡± ¡°Where are you now?¡± ¡°Outside.¡± Roland¡¯s heart sank. ¡°Why are you not at home?¡± If the plan failed, he had no other choice but to go along with his contingency plan and inform the Defender to mobilize people. But that required more time for explanations and might not end with the expected outcome. ¡°Hey, what¡¯s with the attitude, can¡¯t I buy some food downstairs?¡± He immediately exhaled a breath of relief. ¡°So you¡¯re around your residential estate? Do you have your car keys with you?¡± ¡°Duh.¡± Garcia¡¯s unhappy reply came through the phone. ¡°What¡¯s your point?¡± Roland coughed twice, then replied with a solemn voice, ¡°Listen well, I have a life-and-death request to ask of you, and only you can do it.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Her anger immediately subsided, ¡°Must¡­ it be done over the phone?¡± ¡°Yes, we don¡¯t have time. Drive over to Six Li Pavilion that¡¯s two streets away immediately and pick up a lady called Scroll. She will be waiting by the road, and you definitely won¡¯t miss her. Once you pick her up, send her over to the western suburbs expressway, which is where I am at now. The average travel time between these two points is about 30 minutes, but I do not have much time left. I need you to rush over with your fastest speed, I will take responsibility for all the troubles¡ªPlease, start moving now!¡± ¡°¡­¡± The other end of the line remained silent for a few seconds, followed by the sounds of a sprint. ¡°You don¡¯t have the time to explain anything now?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± ¡°Alright, if I arrive at your location and realize that the situation isn¡¯t as urgent as it seems, you should know how serious the consequences will be! Also, you owe me a favor.¡± The sound of a car engine revving sounded and she hung up. Roland keyed in Defender Rock¡¯s number. This time, he gave a rough summary of what happened over the phone, ¡°Miss Fei Yuhan is severely injured right now and requires the Association to dispatch the best doctor and equipment to execute an emergency surgery. But this isn¡¯t enough, Garcia is currently bringing crucial emergency equipment over. If possible, I hope the Association can contact the Public Roads Department and get them to control the roads for her to reach the expressway as quickly as possible.¡± Rock immediately agreed and liaised directly with the Public Roads Department, but Roland knew that the possibility of the government taking action without any prior communication was minuscule. Whether or not Garcia could arrive smoothly depended greatly on herself. It took Roland five minutes to finish the calls. All he could do now was wait. Amidst the adversity was a silver lining. In winter, the traffic wasn¡¯t bad, especially so for the suburbs. So long as it was not the peak hour, Garcia could drive a van at its fastest speed. ¡°Uncle, Master, she¡­ she¡­ can¡¯t hold on anymore!¡± Suddenly, Zero¡¯s cries broke Roland¡¯s train of thoughts. Roland immediately returned to Fei Yuhan¡¯s side. Her chest which was moving slightly previously had stopped. ¡°Her heart and breathing has stopped.¡± Valkries frowned. ¡°Although I have no idea what you¡¯re trying to do, I¡¯m afraid it is too late.¡± ¡°No, she will be able to make it.¡± Roland extended his hand out and touched Fei Yuhan¡¯s forehead. ¡°We are already at this stage, I believe she will not give up that easily.¡± He had seen research verifying that the brain would still work for a period of time after the body functions came to a halt. The shortest time recorded was ten seconds, the longest a few minutes. The brainwaves during this period resembled that of a person having REM Sleep. How long the brain could continue working depended on various factors, but in terms of determination, it was fortunate that the genius Martial Artist was a person very well known for it. 10 minutes and 25 seconds later, a reverberating car sound came from the end of the bridge. Roland¡¯s eyes immediately lit up. A simple and old-looking car ran through the red light and stopped right in front of the three. ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Scroll opened the car doors and threw a paper bag over to Roland. The latter ignored Zero and Garcia¡¯s surprised expressions, tore the bag opened, and placed the medical sutures on Fei Yuhan¡¯s body. ¡°Is that¡­ an enchanted object created by a witch?¡± Valkries frowned. ¡°That¡¯s right. As long as it takes effect, we can save a person even if they are on their last dying breath.¡± Roland nodded. In that moment, Nana¡¯s power crossed from reality to the Dream World and worked on the body of a girl from the other world. Disturbing noises came out from Fei Yuhan¡¯s body as her flesh and internal organs started to reform and bind together under the effects of the magic power. It was after more than 10 minutes when everyone heard the faintest thump sound. Although it was extremely weak, it was the most beautiful sound ever. Fei Yuhan¡¯s chest started to heave once more. Chapter 1358 - The Creators Proof Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡­ She had a long dream. In the dream, countless people dressed in white chinese-styled gowns and masks surrounded her, perspiring as they bustled around her. From their shocked and serious expressions, she could tell that they were up against a thorny problem. That¡¯s right, my body was severely injured and on the brink of death, is this my mind consoling myself? She was well aware of her own situation and knew that any ordinary health professional would turn their heads upon seeing her and request for funeral arrangements instead of spending their efforts on a futile attempt to save her. Although she believed that Roland was one of the Creators, she knew that even the Gods were not omnipotent¡ªotherwise they would not require the Oracles. She had persevered till the end as promised, leaving her with a clear conscience. The feeling of being in a lucid dream was a marvelous feeling. She felt as though her entire body was soaked in a warm light, and all the pain and wounds on her body had disappeared without a trace. The human chatter around sounded as though it came from far away, along with the fuzzy scene, it made her sleepy. Slowly, the fragmented memories pieced together. The gray sky above turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, void of shadows. After finishing their job, the doctors left one after another. She ¡°saw¡± herself being carried by a nurse and brought to a man and woman. The two kissed her and revealed happy expressions. Following that, she slowly grew amidst difficulties. Images flashed quickly¡­ She realized that those could be the final memories her mind was showing her. Strangely enough, these scenes she could never recall, once vague fragments of her memory, were now extremely clear in this dream. She saw her childhood home and the backyard where bedsheets were hung¡­ and family members. So this was where she resided. Lying in the embrace of her family members, she closed her eyes in satisfaction. When the drowsy spell took over completely, whispers brimming with love sounded out from above her. ¡°Say¡­ what do you think we should name her?¡± ¡°How about¡­ Fei Yuhan.¡± ¡­ After a long time, Fei Yuhan slowly opened her eyes. She looked at the familiar hospital ceiling and blanked out for a long time before reacting. Wait a minute, I¡¯m¡­ alive? She tried feeling for her body and realized that her limbs were reacting to her thoughts. Furthermore, there was not the slightest delay between her thoughts and movements, as though they had never been injured. Fei Yuhan raised her right hand in shock¡ªalthough the entire hand was wrapped in bandages, the outline of it showed that it was intact and fine. She clearly recalled her hand being smashed into pieces, to the extent of having her bones crushed. Normal means made it impossible to recover. A laugh escaped escaped from her throat. He¡­ really did it. Did he not know that his looks and age were totally unbefitting when he solemnly vowed and said ¡®Because, I am a Creator¡¯? ¡°Oh¡­ Master¡­¡± Just then a delirious mutter came out from beside her. Fei Yuhan turned and realized that a young lady with white hair was leaning on the bed¡ªshe wasn¡¯t just a young lady, but a ¡®World Creator¡¯ as termed by an Oracle, Zero. Her hands acted as a pillow for her head, apparently still in deep sleep. From her worried expression, Fei Yuhan could tell that Zero had been by her side during her entire coma. Fei Yuhan laughed and quietly got down the bed, tucked Zero in, and left the ward. She walked over to the resting area in the corridor and saw Roland, Valkries, and a few other Martial Artists together. Her appearance caused an uproar as everyone surrounded her, inquiring and discussing about her situation. She walked directly past them to Roland and grabbed his arm. ¡°Let¡¯s go, time for business.¡± Roland felt numerous gazes on him. ¡°Errr¡­ business?¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t convincing enough if you claim to be the World Creator by yourself, but having the genius Martial Artist might have a different effect, isn¡¯t that what you said?¡± She laughed. ¡°You honored your promise, so it¡¯s my turn to do so now.¡± ¡°In this state?¡± Roland asked in surprise. At that moment, Fei Yuhan was still dressed in a hospital gown, with bandages wrapped from the ankles to her neck with only her head exposed. She looked like a dumpling. She pulled Roland towards the corridor¡¯s end. ¡°That¡¯s right, isn¡¯t it more convincing like this?¡± ¡­ Inside the conference hall of the sanatorium, the higher-ups of Prism City sat in a circle with complicated expressions as they listened attentively to Fei Yuhan¡¯s report. ¡°There was a stark difference between the enemy and Fallen Evils; not only did it possess an inconceivable power, but it was practically invulnerable as well, even after pushing my Force of Nature to its limits. According to its words, only the World Creator and other Oracles have the ability to destroy their cores. ¡°Reality has also proven this. I¡¯d dealt multiple fatal hits on its astrolabe, but the enemy remained unharmed. If not for Roland¡¯s timely arrival, I¡¯m afraid that the situation would have been irredeemable. The enemy proclaimed that it was an emissary of the Deities from the Erosion, and called itself Delta. If it was truly the one of the culprits behind the destruction of Prism City, then we can infer that its companions have similar powers as well. It is certain that our current world is in critical danger as of this moment.¡± Her words immediately caused the venue to break out into a cacophonous discussion. Fallen Evils did not fear ordinary weapons and only Martial Artists had the ability to kill them. But now, an Oracle had appeared and if it was invulnerable to the Force of Nature, wouldn¡¯t that mean they have no substantial adversaries at all? People would have doubted the martial artist if they were anyone else, but Fei Yuhan¡¯s credibility completely removed this aspect. An undefeatable enemy caused them to shudder. Much less when there were a few ¡°Oracles¡±. After a short discussion with the others, Rock spoke up, ¡°I am glad that you are ultimately fine, and rejoice in the fact that Mr. Roland is standing on the Association¡¯s side. Indeed, from the report gathered on the scene, the enemy does have a power that we are incapable of understanding . It was able to defeat many of the martial artists present. After gathering the accounts from various parties, we have reason to believe that the one who defeated the enemies from the Erosion was Hunter Roland. Aside from that, he was able to save you from¡­ that unimaginable state you were in, and definitely has extraordinary means. But¡­ to recognize him as a World Creator based on the enemies¡¯ words, isn¡¯t that a bit¡­ too sloppy?¡± ¡°I concur. After all, the idea is too vague. If the world was indeed created by these people, then where were they before the appearance of the world?¡± ¡°This is absurd, our world was formed by the Big Bang!¡± ¡°Provided that this is Miss Fei Yuhan¡¯s judgement, I am willing to believe in it. Everyone saw the state she was in, and we can even call it bringing her back from the dead. She was able to recover completely in just a short period of 24 hours. Aside from a god, who can possible do such a thing?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget that the enemies of the Erosion called themselves gods as well! If the two are considered gods, where do we draw the line and determine who is right?¡± The higher-ups engaged in a spirited discussion. Despite their painstaking attempt to lower their voice, everyone present were powerful martial artists capable of listening to their conversations. A majority of them were voicing out their doubts. ¡°All of you are getting something wrong in the first place.¡± Fei Yuhan interrupted their discussion. ¡°I am not recognizing Roland as the World Creator because of the battle, but because I had my suspicions of him beforehand and only obtained information to verify my suspicions in the battle. As for the complicated procedure on my body, there is no need to say more than is necessary. I am aware that everything sounds preposterous right now, but everyone seems to have overlooked something. The Creator is right by my side. If he can bring out some definite proof, won¡¯t we have our conclusion?¡± Roland could not help but to rub his forehead, knowing that it would be difficult for them to believe him, he never had plans to divulge anything to the Association. But they were already at this point, how could he not accommodate and support Fei Yuhan who was doing her utmost best in announcing his identity. ¡°Does the Association have any Fallen Evil¡¯s Force of Nature cores?¡± Roland looked towards Defender Rock. ¡°The majority of the cores were seized by the enemies during the fall of Prism City, the remaining ones are the outcomes of recent hunts.¡± Rock nodded his head. ¡°They are now under my care.¡± ¡°Please hand a core over to me,¡± Roland replied. ¡°It is time for the confined magic power to return to the world.¡± Chapter 1359 - Convincing Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Mr. Rock!¡± Someone called out in an attempt to stop the idea. Rock waved his hand. ¡°It¡¯s fine, if I¡¯m not wrong, more than 30% of these cores were obtained by this Hunter. If he had been targeting the cores in the first place, he would not have waited until now. Honestly, I have difficulties telling if Roland here is a Creator, but he is the most competent and well-qualified person capable of resisting the Fallen Evils.¡± He nodded at his secretary, ¡°Bring the core storage box over.¡± It was no secret that a new yet remarkable Hunter had appeared, blowing off steam for the old-school martialists and boosted their confidence. After all, the majority of missions to kill Fallen Evils and retrieve their cores required cooperation from many parties since the enemies only chose weak Martial Artists to fight against and spent most of their time hiding, leaving very few opportunities for the Association. But after the appearance of the new Hunter, the Fallen Evils died like moths that darted to flames. One after another, Fallen Evils died in his hands at a hunting frequency that ranked highly even under the backdrop of the Association¡¯s history. The short silence within the hall was broken by a middle-aged man. ¡°I would like to ask Mr. Roland a question, and we can put aside the proof of Creators and Gods first.¡± Roland shrugged indifferently. ¡°I was present to witness Miss Fei Yuhan¡¯s severely injured state, and was the one who found the emergency doctors. I know that those injuries weren¡¯t anything that Force of Nature or our current medical field is able to treat. At that time, they stated that you used seemingly mediocre and subpar quality medical instruments but produced such an unbelievable result, as though¡­ as though you were actually producing new flesh and blood.¡± The man took a deep breath, ¡°Maybe you have your considerations and are unable to reveal the origins and manufacturing methods for the instruments, but I have to ask. Are¡ªyou willing to sell them to the Association? I can promise you that the price is negotiable!¡± ¡°That was on my mind as well.¡± Fei Yuhan suddenly tilted her head and whispered to Roland, ¡°Please don¡¯t tell me that what you used on me were priceless medicinal herbs or spirit pills from the other world and that the instruments were a facade. Although I have some savings, it is still far from the wealth of a nation.¡± Roland immediately smiled; he never expected such words to come from the genius martial artist. ¡°Relax, it¡¯s free.¡± ¡°Phew¡­ that¡¯s great. But do not tell them that. Sometimes, people never learn to cherish things when they are free,¡± Fei Yuhan said after heaving a sigh of relief. Roland gestured an ¡°understood¡± and turned to the middle-aged man, ¡°Of course we can. Martial Artists are the vanguard in resisting Erosion, so I naturally hope that everyone can lay down their worries of injuries and pain to fight to the death. Additionally, I never planned to hide its origins. Those things are not products of this world, but comes from another world. They are altered using magic power. In other words, they do not belong to this world.¡± This statement was definitely important information. The conference hall immediately burst into a commotion. ¡°Another¡­ world?¡± ¡°What¡¯s magic power?¡± ¡°Wait, he mentioned something about some confined magic power to be released¡ªcould Force of Nature be a type of Magic Power?¡± Facing their queries, Roland replied calmly, ¡°You will understand it soon. Including where I was before the emergence of this world, what is the intention of the Gods, the link between magic power and this world¡­ I will explain everything. But before that, I would first showcase the most straightforward proof for all these.¡± Just as he finished his sentence, the Defender¡¯s secretary carried a large box into the hall. The box opened automatically with Rock¡¯s fingerprints and iris scan, revealing a neat row of glass jars stacked within. There were a total of six jars with red crystals sealed within them. These were Natural cores after congealment. ¡°Are these enough?¡± Rock asked. ¡°It¡¯s sufficient enough for proof.¡± Roland nodded his head. Receiving Rock¡¯s approval, the secretary sent the glass jars over to him. ¡°Every seal on these jars are installed with an alarm device that would signal to the Association regardless of who opens it,¡± Rock explained. ¡°Any ordinary human that comes into contact with the cores will have their consciousness seized immediately and transform into inferior Fallen Evils that operate solely on instinct. An Awakened will have a nonzero resistance towards it, but will suffer from erosion if in contact with it for too long and this process is irreversible. To prevent them from being used by Fallen Evils again, the Association had to construct various large-scale strongholds and bury them deeply. You can say that all the famous buildings in history have remnants of being used to store and hide the cores. In our current generation, although our techniques have greatly improved, the manner in which the cores are dealt with have not changed much, the perfect example being Prism City.¡± ¡°From today forth, you have no need to do such a thing.¡± Roland opened the seal and held the core in his hand. All the nobles gasped in astonishment. The congealed core started to spin, as though it had awakened from its coma. Not only so, its color gradually turned from dark red to sky blue, as though it was being cleansed. The core transformed into a beam of light that shot upwards through the ceiling and disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a few scattered specks of light, as though everything that had just happened was a mere hallucination. Everyone was dumbstruck. Since the establishment of the Association, they had never heard of such a thing¡ªeven after tracing back to thousands of years of history, there had never been a document stating that ¡®cores could vanish into thin air¡¯ in the history of Awakened beings. The fact had been laid down that once a Fallen Evil appeared, the eroded core would never disappear and turn into a dangerous and cataclysmic seed that had to be passed down. It was a common understanding for everyone. The only way to destroy a Fallen Core was to throw it into Erosion, but that led to the rapid expansion of the rift, and it was used as a last resort only unless absolutely required. The spectacle before their eyes completely toppled their understanding. ¡°Mr Roland¡­ where did the core go?¡± Even the staid Rock revealed an excited expression. ¡°It¡¯s just as what I said, the core had returned to the world. This is where biggest difference between the Dream World and reality lies¡ªits whole existence and continuation lies purely on magic power.¡± Roland took another core and turned it into the silver beam of light. ¡°According to what I currently know, magic power is almost omnipotent. It allows Awakened beings to wield extraordinary strength and physique, as well as allow the regeneration of flesh and blood. The Force of Nature is essentially another embodiment of magic power. As of now, I am still unclear of the origins of this power, but I dare say it is inevitably linked to the Gods.¡± Roland then explained to them about the other world, as well as giving an account of the Oracle that betrayed the Gods. To decrease the difficulty of comprehension, he intentionally skipped many details and emphasized on the Battle of Divine Will. ¡°I do not know whether the accounts of the Battle of Divine Wills on both worlds are a coincidence or not, but without a doubt, if we do not break this cycle, the Gods will destroy everything¡ªor should I say, they already have the means to do so.¡± Roland paused. ¡°If we continue to stand by and do nothing, everything will cease to exist, be it the real world or Dream world.¡± Chapter 1360 - Convincing (2) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations A deadly silence filled the hall. Excluding Fei Yuhan, everyone else looked at each other with mixed emotions. This surprised Roland. Without him realizing it, the Association had already attained a degree of understanding towards his background and he other world. It took a long while for Rock to calm down and speak, ¡°The Dream World¡­ d oes the name imply that the world can disappear at any moment, like a dream?¡± ¡°No, it is a name that I got used to calling because it is only through sleeping can I enter this world,¡± Roland answered. ¡°In the beginning, I thought it was merely a hallucination, like a dream. But after experiencing everything in here, I changed my thoughts about it. All of you can also assume my world to be a dream, and treat this world as reality. I believe that once my research on both sides regarding magic power makes progress, the connections between the two worlds will be elevated to a brand-new level.¡± From the corner of his eyes, he saw Fei Yuhan smile. There was no longer a need to continue further, for everyone understood his words. The barrier between the worlds was slowly dissipating. Soon enough, everyone would be able to travel between the two worlds. ¡°But that has to be realized before we can progress further.¡± An old man frowned and said, ¡°The problem now is that we have no way to verify your words. Everything sounds too outrageous, so pardon me for being unable to trust you!¡± Very quickly, people started echoing his sentiments. ¡°Mr Roland, I have no intentions on denouncing you, but your understanding of the matter comes from the Oracle that betrayed the Gods. Who knows what plans they have hidden behind our backs? The focus should be on information regarding the Gods¡¯ essence, but as it happens, the information we have might have been altered due to the other party being afraid of getting caught by the Gods. It is just too inconvincible.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t finding out what power the Gods have the most important? For an existence to wield power capable of destroying the world, why haven¡¯t they done so? Who knows, it might be our reckless actions that incite the destruction of our world.¡± The moment a doubt was raised, more questions emerged in rapid succession. ¡°I feel that this entire issue is in a deadlock. According to the Oracle, if we stand by and do nothing, the world will be destroyed. But if we infiltrate God¡¯s domain and lose, it will still result in destruction. Here¡¯s the question, Mr Roland. Do you think that you have any chance in defeating the Gods?¡± ¡°Everything was established by him. From the looks of it, why can¡¯t it be that the entire story was fabricated by this Hunter here, an excuse to strive for a higher status? Without a doubt, the conservative party is not without suspicion either.¡± ¡°What are you trying to say? Don¡¯t forget that your celebrity is the most supportive of him!¡± The discussion gradually turned hostile, while Roland remained silent and leaned against the bench with a teacup in hand as he observed the dispute. He had long anticipated this outcome. In all fairness, he would have reacted in the same way if someone else had reported such a thing to him. Even the suspicions they had on him had reasons to them, for example¡ªthe reliability of the Oracle that betrayed the Gods merely gave him clues instead of direct answers, or the possibility of changing their fates in the face of the Gods. Roland had no answers to these questions, and afraid that he might never have the answers even after meeting the Gods. It was for this reason that he intentionally hid the news of Lan being the betrayer. This way, the dispute would not fall onto Garcia¡¯s master at the very least. Roland did not harbor much expectation towards the eventual result of the meeting. People like Fei Yuhan, who held firm determination and made an all-out effort upon coming to a decision, were extremely rare. They had already achieved what they sort out to do¡ªreveal crisis to the Dream World. After downing the tea in one mouthful, Roland turned and was about to inform Fei Yuhan on his plans to leave, only to discover that she had her right hand raised. A dazzling silver light blossomed from her fingertips¡ª ¡°Hey¡­¡± Before Roland had the opportunity to dissuade her, the light sliced the table before her in two! The teacup that was sliced into two dropped to the ground and shattered out loud. Everyone¡¯s eyes instantly turned towards her. ¡°Have all of you forgotten the original intent for the establishment of the Martialist Association?¡± Her voice was not loud, but had undoubtedly revealed her annoyance. ¡°For centuries, Awakened Beings have assembled together to resist Erosion, to protect this world from being devoured by the Fallen Evils! And what is the present reality Even more powerful enemies have emerged from the Erosion, and Prism City was overthrown in a blink of an eye with Defender Furious Flames dying while defending it. Even with Awakened Beings, we didn¡¯t even stand a chance. Yet in the face of this crisis, all of you are here discussing whether or not to believe in another world. Don¡¯t you find it laughable?¡± ¡°Miss Fei Yuhan, don¡¯t forget your place!¡± An old man erupted in range. Rock stopped the man and asked in surprise, ¡°Is this not important?¡± Fei Yuhan replied without hesitation, ¡°It¡¯s not, I only see one point¡ªMartial Artists are unable to defeat Oracles, but Roland can. If we can¡¯t protect this world, we should be providing assistance to protect the people of this world! Please make no mistake about it, his explanation regarding magic power and the other world was merely to satisfy your curiosity and not an excuse for any of you to question! ¡°In other words, even if Roland is an ordinary man, as long as he is capable of killing the Oracles that us Martial Artists are helpless against, the Association should do its best to support him and attach importance to him equal to one capable of protecting the world. That should be the objective of this meet¡ª Otherwise, how do we have the cheek to proclaim ourselves as guardians of this world? ¡°And it is because the Gods are difficult to defeat that we require the collaboration between both worlds. To fear the future and give up on forging ahead is simply the mentality of cowards, even if we know that defeat is the eventual outcome, we should do all we can to turn that around! ¡°I can understand that maybe some of you suspect that our point on ¡®martial artists being unable to kill an Oracle¡¯ does not hold; after all, only Zero and I were present at the scene at that time. But I welcome everyone to try¡ª¡± At this point, the silver light covered Fei Yuhan¡¯s entire body, and her tone had sank a few degrees. ¡°As long as anyone of you is able to injure me to that same degree in a one-on-one, I will retract my words. How is that?¡± Her gaze swept across the entire crowd, eyes as sharp as blades. All the higher-ups, who were superior in terms of seniority in age or position to Fei Yuhan, were unable to provide a rejoinder. ¡°As expected of an elite of the new generation¡­¡± Rock suddenly laughed as he clapped his hands. ¡°Indeed, I shouldn¡¯t be too hesitant over superfluous things and forgot about the true intention of the Association. You are right, regardless of where Mr Roland comes from, there isn¡¯t any doubts regarding his contributions to the Association¡ª Be it being a role model as a newcomer or his capability in hunting Fallen Evils, he is definitely a great addition into rebuilding the Association. Just this alone makes it wrong for us to have predisposing attitudesand judge him with malice.¡± The Defender looked at the two, his voice filled with regret. ¡°Ever since Prism City fell, I had a doubt whether humanity can continue surviving the Erosion crisis. Perhaps the situation is far worse than what I have anticipated, but I believe that everyone can see the goal. As for the other world, we can slowly probe into it once we have resolved this crisis. What does everyone think?¡± ¡°This¡­ might be the most suitable way to handle the issue.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, we should place priority in defeating the enemies from Erosion.¡± ¡°I concur.¡± Approving voices gradually drowned out the voices of doubt. After all, eliminating Erosion was the top priority for Martial Artists. And to overthrow this verdict, one had to first get past Fei Yuhan. Anyone who understood the brutality and desperation in the ambush on the bridge clearly knew it was not the wisest choice to stand against them at such a time. Even if they won, it was merely directed against her challenge. Even the elder had no choice but to keep quiet. Fei Yuhan retracted her Force of Nature and returned to her seat. She smiled at Roland. ¡°See, I¡¯ve accomplished what I promised.¡± Roland could not help but to cover his face; her methods were too reckless¡ªalthough she was able to obtain a unanimous agreement temporarily, it had inevitably led to resentment. Roland knew that she understood this point; yet, she acted as though she did not care. ¡°Why go to such an extent?¡± ¡°Because¡­¡± Fei Yuhan looked at her hands covered in bandages, her expression somewhat crestfallen. ¡°This is the only areas where I can work harder in.¡± Chapter 1361 - A change of mind Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Is she feeling disappointed because she was unable to kill the Oracle¡­ Roland did not know whether to console her or roll his eyes. Any ordinary person¡¯s first reaction should have been joy, having survived a battle against an invulnerable entity. Yet Fei Yuhan was stuck in brooding over her failure, it had to be said that a genius¡¯s thinking was always different from the common person. The higher-ups quickly came to a consensus. Information regarding both the Battle of Divine Will and the two worlds were classified as top secret information. The higher-ups of the Martialist Association deemed that before the Erosion crisis was resolved, all content related to either were banned from being leaked to prevent unnecessary panic. As for Roland¡¯s background and identity, the Martialist Association took it one step at a time. If they went according to Fei Yuhan¡¯s account, his importance was even above that of the President of the Association. But the decision was not one that Prism City could make on their own; it required Sky City and the other branches of the association to have a common discussion and consensus. This process was estimated to take a long period of time. But to not interfere with the battle against the Erosion, Prism City was to provide their full support to facilitate Roland to the best of their abilities. After their agreement on the fundamentals, the discussion in the hall moved into details regarding the actual support. Roland simply waited quietly for the results. Roland walked out of the hall with Fei Yuhan and stumbled upon Valkries waiting outside for him. Her gaze stopped at Roland after staring at the two for a while. ¡°I wish to talk to you alone.¡± Fei Yuhan smiled. ¡°I¡¯ll make a move first, Zero is still sleeping in the ward.¡± After her departure, Roland followed Valkries to the courtyard behind the building. Although it was winter, the courtyard still had an abundance of greenery. The lawn around the stone slabs had unmelted snow on them with sharp green grass poking out, as though reminding the people that the cold season was nearing its end, and it was time to welcome the new year. If it was a stroll, Valkries had definitely chosen a good location. But her motive in inviting him over was obviously not to admire the scenery. ¡°What do you want to say?¡± Roland broke the silence. ¡°You realized you¡¯ve made the wrong mistake and decided to trust me?¡± ¡°No, I am still unable to trust you.¡± Valkries shook her head. ¡°The future of our races depends on the outcome of the Battle of Divine Will. I cannot make a decision without verifying the situation first.¡± ¡°You have seen it for yourself, the Oracle was trying to stop me from seeking the truth¡ªIt might not mean anything, but doesn¡¯t that imply that we are in the right direction? Even if I had fabricated the outcome on the Western Front, the incident with the Oracle can¡¯t be something I deliberately arrange, right?¡± ¡°Yes, I have to admit that you¡¯re right,¡± Valkries answered calmly. ¡°But my opinion won¡¯t change.¡± Annoyed, Roland stopped abruptly. ¡°You are helping the Gods destroy your own civilization.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no point criticizing me when there¡¯s an imbalance of information. Regardless, the Dream World and reality are separated by the Realm of Mind.¡± Valkries turned around. ¡°If you were me, will you be able to set your resolve and cooperate with enemies that you have fought against for thousands of years? Besides, the only thing I can get is a verbal promise.¡± Roland opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn¡¯t say the word ¡°yes.¡± After a long while, Roland finally sighed. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, then we have nothing to talk about.¡± ¡°I will not make a decision without verifying the situation first, but¡ª¡± Valkries paused, ¡°If it can be verified, I will reconsider your suggestion.¡± Roland was stunned. ¡°What?¡± ¡°While saving Fei Yuhan, the girl that drove over was a Transcendent, right? And she is different from the witches by your side, not in terms of ability, but behavior¡ª I found the former unfamiliar, but the latter rather familiar. In the words of this world, a generation gap. After thinking about it, the ones that I am familiar with are the people from the First and Second Battle of Divine Will. After all, after the humans retreated behind the border, I no longer had any interaction with your kind. From there, I guess that this witch is rather young and might even be alive right now? Rather young¡­ That¡¯s likely comparing to those demons centuries of years old. From simply meeting, she was able to judge that Scroll and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches are not from the same generation? Roland replied in a noncommittal manner, ¡°What does this have to do with what you were talking about? Even if you get an answer after asking her, you might think we had preplanned the entire thing.¡± ¡°It obviously matters. The life expectancy of The Union¡¯s witches are less than a century and are bound to draw support from technology left behind in the Second Battle of Divine Will by the Underground Civilization. Ever since I fell for your trap, I have repeatedly pondered over how they are able to enter the Dream World, and the only possibility I have theorized has to do with the Underground Civilization.¡± Valkries walked over to an artificial ice sculpture and looked at her own reflection. ¡°Although the requirements are extremely demanding, this race holds a fascinating ability with magic power, allowing them to greatly decrease the difficulty required to connect with the Realm of Mind. Additionally, we know that the fact that the Union managed to excavate the legacy of the underground civilization in the Fertile Plains was no accident. I originally believed that they had given up on their bodies in reality and transferred their spirits into a specific Dream territory. But after seeing that Witch, I realized that my theory was wrong.¡± ¡°The ability to allow a live Transcendent move freely in and out of the Dream World without any external help isn¡¯t something the underground civilization is capable of achieving.¡± Valkries continued, ¡°I do not know what methods were used, but I know this fact for sure¡ªIf existing witches are capable of using this method to enter the Dream World, I believe that it will be as effective for a higher ascendant from my race!¡± ¡°You mean you want to¡ª¡± Roland¡¯s heart skipped a beat. ¡°Bring Sky Lord here to see me.¡± Valkries raised her head, ¡°Even if you¡¯re the creator of the Dream World, it¡¯s impossible for you to duplicate something you have no knowledge of. As commander of the Western Front, Hackzord will undoubtedly verify the questions that I wish to know.¡± Roland blinked his eyes and couldn¡¯t help but chuckle in anger in exasperation. ¡°But that¡¯s a Grand Demon Lord. If I could control him, why would I need my First Army to fight so bravely? Furthermore, Hackzord has suffered from our ambush previously and no longer dares shows its face; how can I find him?¡± ¡°I will help you create an opportunity,¡± she enunciated each and every word slowly and clearly. Roland frowned. ¡°¡­ Are you serious?¡± ¡°But you have to promise me two things. Firstly, you cannot use this opportunity to attack Hackzord. Secondly, regardless of what decision I make in the end, you have to let him go.¡± ¡°Did you even consider how big of a risk I am taking here?¡± ¡°We are all in danger!¡± Valkries replied solemnly, ¡°That¡¯s right, you think that this would expose the secret to Humanity¡¯s legacy, but isn¡¯t it the same for me? To allow a Grand Lord to take this risk¡ªif you renounce your promise, what else can I do but regret? Do not assume that I made this decision on a whim!¡± Sensing that her emotions were stirred, she somewhat calmed herself down. ¡°In short, this is the biggest compromise that I am willing to make. As for whether or not you want to take on this risk, the decision lies completely with you.¡± Roland stared at her for a long time before asking, ¡°I want to know, what changed your mind?¡± ¡°To fear the future and give up on forging ahead is simply the mentality of cowards, even if we know that defeat is the eventual outcome, we should do all we can to turn that around!¡± Valkries coughed gently. ¡°For a human to be able to say such words, it did surprise me.¡± Those were Fei Yuhan¡¯s words at the meeting. She was¡­ already standing outside the hall back then? ¡°Also, remember the question you asked me at the beginning?¡± Valkries looked straight into his eyes. Do you think that the Transformer from a thousand years ago did the wrong thing? Roland nodded. ¡°I think that it did the right thing.¡± She turned and walked towards the exit. ¡°That is my answer.¡± Chapter 1362 - Reversal Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡­ ¡°Delta and Epsilon failed.¡± Gamma raised its head and looked at the clock hung on the basement wall. The time shown was 12 hours past the time stipulated for the mission. It was unsurprising for the Oracles to die going up against World Creators, given the unpredictable risks involved. Dying was not an issue so long as they completed their missions. Given sufficient time, they were able to reincarnate inside God¡¯s territory. But after 12 hours, nothing occurred in the world. Inside the void filled with magic power, Gamma did not feel the slightest ripple, much less any signs of the entire domain collapsing. It only meant one thing, the two failed in their mission to kill the self-cognitive being named ¡°Zero.¡± ¡°I am sorry to say that we have our own missions to complete.¡± Beta merged the five last cores into its body and suddenly spread open its arms. A red light flashed, followed by a scarlet red erosion breach which appeared in the middle of the basement. ¡°The situation isn¡¯t irredeemable. As long as we achieve our goal, there¡¯s still chance for things to turn for the better. Let¡¯s go, the magic power here is almost drained. The overlapping state of the two worlds will restore soon, which will even allow those martial artists to have the chance of sensing our tracks.¡± It did not guess the reason for failure or the process of the battle. As Oracles, they did not feel frustrated over failure or care about being defeated. The only thing they cared about was completing God¡¯s decrees to the best of their abilities. Gamma nodded its head silently. Beta turned and stepped into the rift. This was no ordinary erosion. It consumed a large amount of energy and cores from Fallen Evils to establish a ¡®passage.¡¯ As for another erosion rift that was connected to it, it led to the final battlefield created by the main Creator. Gamma followed closely behind. Just as it was about to enter the rift, it heard the sound of footsteps from the stairs. It was slightly startled and turned its head towards the source of the sound¡ªThis room had been isolated by magic power and prevented any detection means from locating it. Compounded by the numerous Fallen Evils guarding outside, it was impossible for anyone to enter. Very quickly, a figure appeared from the darkness. ¡°Why is it you?¡± Gamma asked in confusion. The other party was Epsilon disguised in human form. According to the plan, Epsilon was responsible for delaying the human reinforcements and help Delta stall for time. If the latter failed, Epsilon should not have been alive. Gamma did not receive a verbal answer, but an arm with five fingers. This arm shot forward like lightning and pierced through Gamma¡¯s chest! The mask dropped and shattered, revealing the revolving astrolabe under the hood. Gamma stared at the other party in disbelief as its consciousness turned sluggish. ¡°You¡­ Why¡­¡± ¡°There¡¯s really a difference.¡± Epsilon retracted its hand and allowed Gamma to fall on it, ¡°¡­..you and Lan.¡± ¡°You¡­ want to betray God?¡± After a moment of silence, Epsilon whispered, ¡°Who is God?¡± ¡°God is¡ª¡± Gamma opened its mouth, but could only repeat the same words again and again like a stuck gramophone. In the end, it never had a definite answer for this question. ¡°That¡¯s right¡­ It is a question we have never considered; which is why you are unable to answer it. After killing Lan, many thoughts sprouted in my head, as though they had always been ingrained within my mind, but deliberately sealed within. And one of the question was: Did Lan truly betray God?¡± Epsilon whispered into Gamma¡¯s ears, ¡°I do not have the answer to that. Us Oracles are the manifestations of God¡¯s will. If we were to go against it, are we still considered Oracles?¡± Gamma did not reply, or perhaps, it should be said that it could no longer make any sounds. ¡°The next mission requires two for completion, so anyone will do. If you get the opportunity to meet Lord God, please help me ask the question.¡± Epsilon opened its robes and wrapped its companion up. After some squirming, it transformed into Gamma. It picked up the mask lying on the floor and covered its face before walking into the Erosion rift. After crossing through the passage formed out of magic power, Epsilon opened its eyes and welcomed a completely new scenery. An imposing tower constructed out of reinforced concrete from the bottom to the top extended beyond its field of vision. Inside, the tower were layers after layers of suspended paths with shuttling elevators that connected each floor. On every path were numerous homogeneous squares. The Oracles knew that sealed inside the squares were their objective¡ªthe world¡¯s magic power cores stolen from God¡¯s territory. They drew support from these cores to have sufficient strength in laying down traps to kill Creators. ¡°What¡¯s with the hold up.¡± Beta turned back and glanced at ¡®Gamma¡¯, ¡°If you¡¯re ready, we can begin.¡± ¡°Of course, leave it to me,¡± Epsilon replied calmly. ¡­ For the entire day, Roland spent his time sprawled across hid desk, continuously moaning and groaning in pain. The series of unexpected events in the Dream World had overwhelmed him. They continued to haunt him even after he woke up. Regardless of it being the memory fragment from the astrolabe he internalized or the conversation with Valkries, both gave him a huge headache. Especially the former. It was undoubtedly an important source for information before entering the Bottomless Land to meet God. Roland knew from Lan¡¯s words the importance of the messages, but after pondering over them repeatedly, it was impossible to link the content between the two scenes. And the string of words that left him clueless. ¡°From this moment forth, gravity will no longer be the force which is most deserving of reverence in this world¡¯.¡± Why must it be gravity? Out of the four fundamental forces in the universe, aside from its infinite range, gravity did not have any other unique feature. It¡¯s field of utilization was inferior to the electromagnetic force and its strength was far from the strong nuclear force. The only noteworthy point of gravity was that it was the first fundamental force observed by civilization, which meant that the secrets it had was the least. According to conventional reasoning, aside from being studied intensively and published as part of important physics, it was extremely difficult to treat it as the most revering force. As for the latter, after the Nightmare Lord initiated a preliminary collaboration, the two returned to the expensive restaurant where they first met and engaged in substantial and frank discussion that aroused the sidelong glances of other customers once again. According to Valkries¡¯ words, the moment it was able to confirm the situation at the front lines, it would change its goal of ¡°winning the Battle of Divine Will¡± to ¡°to completely stop the Battle of Divine Will¡±, including convincing the Sky Lord and providing assistance to the humans to proceed to the Bottomless Land. Compared to merely acquiring information, the benefits of this cooperation were clearly greater. But the problem laid in whether the Sky Lord was willing to be convinced. Besides, there were more than one Grand Lord among the demons, along with the King that was above them. Hackzord¡¯s ability to decide the situation on the Western Front was another uncertain element. Chapter 1363 - A Long Time Ago Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Roland had three choices laid in front of him. The first choice was to make use of the opportunity Valkries provided and kill Hackzord. This involved almost zero risk and was equivalent to getting rid of a demon grand lord easily. Considering Hackzord¡¯s unique ability and that it was far more challenging for higher grade demons to upgrade themselves, this action would benefit the front lines greatly. He could then push the blame to external factors or accidents that prevented the other party from showing up and lie to Valkries successfully. If lucky enough, the same plan could be used to lure other grand lords as well. The second choice was to bring Hackzord into the Dream World and allow him to talk to Valkries. As the latter had decided to take the leap of faith and agreed to collaborate, Roland knew that the crux of the matter was not on the Nightmare Lord but on their discussion. The most ideal situation would be for the Nightmare Lord to verify the truth and conversely convince the Sky Lord to lead their troops out of the Human Kingdom, and spread the information to the rest of the Demon Race that the Battle of Divine Will had to stop. This way, the path from Neverwinter to the Bottomless Land would no longer be obstructed. As long as the last Oracle was killed, Roland would be able to face God there. If the war concerned only the humans and demons, Roland had no doubts of choosing the former¡ªafter all, killing Hackzord in such a manner was a certainty and they would earn a bigger advantage in the war in the North. The longer they stalled for time, the further they could develop their war potential through industrialization. But looking at the bigger picture, the situation became completely different. Besides the Demons and Sky-sea Realm, Roland was worried about the threat from God, and a single Sky Lord was simply insignificant compared to that. Even if they won the Battle of Divine Will, the human civilization would not escape the outcome of being destroyed. Roland did not know to what extent their development needed to survive such a terrifying cataclysm. Time was not on their side. Valkries might have realized this point and thus chose to take the risk. It had to be said that this method had shown enough sincerity¡ªat least after witnessing the attack from Erosion and the Oracles, she had truly considered Lan¡¯s warning and thought about the bigger picture seriously. The problem was that the Transformer had too much of an influence on Valkries, to the point that even before the Battle of Divine Will, it had already planted a thought in Valkries. With the big picture in mind, to be able to forgo the victory of a battle to allow the continuity of her entire civilization could be said to be a natural outcome. But Hackzord had not experienced any of it, making it a question if he would come to a consensus with Valkries after the exchange. Generally speaking, a decision to decide the fate of the entire civilization was not something that could be determined after one negotiation. But the more they were allowed to meet in the Dream World, the higher the risks, and this was what Roland had difficulty accepting. Based on the present situation, he preferred the third choice. That was to maintain the current status quo and gain more time for humanity to gain sufficient strength to reach the Bottomless Land at the edge of the continent Frankly, this choice best suited Roland¡¯s style and it was the goal he pursued from the very beginning. Regardless of what response the Demons had, for humanity to have the capability to traverse over a thousand kilometers to reach their destination was undoubtedly the most reliable outcome. However, the problem was the continuous mountain range terrain to the north of Neverwinter. To travel to the ridge of the continent, they had to rely on the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯, at the same time possessing the ability to defend against attacks in the sky. The process from research and development to production required time. During this period, it was an unknown if there might be any changes along the front lines. Just as Roland had realized before¡ªfacing the threat of the Divine Will, choosing a reliable option was a form of risk as well. The only difference between the third and the former two choices was that the degree of risk more or less relied on humanity¡¯s efforts to make up for their deficiency. I should look for the Association¡¯s support regarding this in the next trip to the Dream world. Roland thought to himself. After dinner, Anna entered the office with a roll of design plans and sat at the opposite end of the mahogany desk. This was the time for their routine interaction and was the only period of the day where they felt relaxed and happier. So long as the research institute did not work in the night, Anna would stay in the office for two to three hours, where the conversations included the day¡¯s work to sudden enlightenments and ideas. During this time, Nightingale would appear and relax by the side table with snacks on hand, browsing through the comic books illustrated by Scroll that depicted things in the Dream World. During this period, Nightingale would occasionally speak up, making the surrounding mood rather placid and warm. After resolving the technical problems, Roland talked about the Dream World¡¯s problem that was troubling him. ¡°So that¡¯s why you were sighing incessantly¡­¡± Nightingale curled her lips. ¡°Is it a must to have a connection between both worlds? What if the images you saw in the Dream World were assembled randomly? The more you think about it, the more white hairs you will have. No matter what, some things will never be understood.¡± Roland rolled his eyes. ¡°The brain will degenerate if unused; if everyone¡¯s like you, this world is doomed.¡± ¡°But the more you think about it, you¡¯ll die much faster than the world.¡± ¡°¡­¡± He decided to retract the thought that Nightingale looked placid and warm. Anna did not immediately give her opinion. She pondered and muttered to herself for a very long time before speaking up. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that Nightingale is right.¡± Both Nightingale and Roland were stunned. ¡°What?¡± Anna could not resist laughing. ¡°I¡¯m not talking about not thinking, but she¡¯s right on this matter¡­ maybe the link between both scenes isn¡¯t as complicated as you think.¡± ¡°Did you discover something?¡± Roland asked curiously. Anna shook her head. ¡°I¡¯m not certain, just some wild guesses.¡± She pulled her hair to the back of the ears and gazed upon her notes. ¡°For example¡­ the sequential order of the two, or should I say¡ªtime.¡± ¡°The link is¡­ time?¡± Roland frowned and thought about it before exclaiming in surprise, ¡°If the second scene occurred before the first¡­¡± ¡°Then it depicts a complete story.¡± Anna finished his sentence. ¡°This is the price.¡± The price was not about upgrading like the missing Radiation People. Or about the tsunamis and storm that devoured all the survivors. The two were on the time scale separated by more than ten thousand years¡­ hundreds and thousands of years¡­ or even further. The price was pointing to something else. The outcome was that gravity was no longer worthy of being a revered force, and a gigantic and red cavity appeared in the universe. And if the string of words was subtly hinting to magic power, the phrase ¡°From this moment forth¡± pointed to an astonishing conclusion. Roland and Anna looked at each other. ¡°¡ªMagic power did not exist in this world before.¡± The two of them said in unison. The absence of magic power meant that living beings that relied on it would no longer exist. For example, demons. And¡­ witches. Chapter 1364 - Cooperation Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Absence of magic power in this world?¡± Nightingale had her doubts. ¡°Will the world still be the same as it is? Why do I feel that the two of you are overthinking it?¡± ¡°¡­ Indeed.¡± Anna recovered from her daze. ¡°The effect of a force is easily felt, where the simple addition of an unremarkable component force into a balanced system will definitely induce change to the system, let alone magic power that exists everywhere. If magic power truly appeared out of nowhere, then the world before its existence ought to be completely different. But from your description, our world here sounds really similar to that world, where water flows, snow melts, the sun provides warmth and where mother earth provides life. Aside from magic power, it sounds exactly the same.¡± ¡°That is why it is worth revering¡ªI think this is what that line was is referring to.¡± Roland suppressed the slight chill that ran down his back. ¡°It isn¡¯t one of the four fundamental forces, but wields the ability to seamlessly enter the system and bring about a comprehensive change to the world, as though it is above everything else.¡± ¡°Is that really possible?¡± Anna frowned. ¡°It¡¯s just a conjecture.¡± Roland grabbed his own hand. ¡°And I believe the appearance of magic power did bring about some change, but it might not be what the other party had anticipated.¡± Roland paused for a moment. ¡°¡ªThat is why he called it a price.¡± ¡°That sounds rather¡­ terrifying.¡± Nightingale covered her mouth. ¡°No, it is instead a good thing.¡± ¡°Huh? Why?¡± ¡°Our current world is still filled with magic power. This means that even God is powerless to retrieve this price. If that is the case, magic power can continue existing forever,¡± Roland explained earnestly. ¡°And if magic power exists forever, none of you will disappear out of the blue.¡± ¡°Ahem¡ª¡± Nightingale tilted her head. ¡°That sounds reasonable.¡± ¡°But we are already in the third month of the Months of Demons, and we have yet to see a new Witch appear. Who should we blame for this?¡± Anna spoke with a faint smile. ¡°Well, about that¡ª¡± He was stumped for words. ¡°Alright, enough joking.¡± Anna chuckled. ¡°In light of these inferences, the Battle of Divine Will and upgrades of races came about from the appearance of magic power, and ultimately turned into the present world which we are familiar with?¡± ¡°We can assume so based on this logic. Since the legacy shards and Realm of Mind are definitely related to magic power and all the evidences we have excavated, it proves that before we appeared, other civilizations used to exist.¡± Roland relaxed his tone of speech. ¡°I am currently more worried about two things, the first being the red cavity that is gradually taking shape and annexing a part of the world; the second being the pursuit of liberation as spoken by the Oracle that betrayed God.¡± ¡°For the former, are you suspecting that it is affecting our planet?¡± He nodded. ¡°If we can only fly up there and take a look¡­ a pity that it is still too difficult with Neverwinter¡¯s current technological advancements. As for Lan¡¯s liberation, it is definitely related to stopping the Battle of Divine Will. But as to what it signifies, I am afraid that we can only find out after entering the Bottomless Land.¡± ¡­ Roland originally believed that a gargantuan organization like the Martialist Association would take an extremely long time to go through the necessary procedures, even after achieving a preliminary consensus, and might not even have finalized a set of statutes even after two weeks. Instead of waiting for the higher-ups to produce concrete results, why not raise a few requests himself? For example, focusing on providing Scroll with technological information, as well as carrying out specialized training for Saint Miran, Dido, and the other Taqulia witches. However, reality went far beyond his expectations. In just a single day, which meant going back into the Dream world that same night, he received a call from Garcia. ¡°Mister Rock¡¯s secretary wants me to inform you that the first support plan has been negotiated and passed by Prism City and the implementation of the plan requires your participation. The meeting will be held at Clover Group¡¯s modern car dealership¡¯s projects department. If you have no other arrangements, we can head over there immediately.¡± ¡°Wait, us?¡± Before Roland could even react, the other party hung up. Knocks were heard immediately from the living room door. Roland immediately donned his jacket and opened the door. It was none other than Garcia. ¡°Why was it necessary for Rock¡¯s secretary to inform you to inform me?¡± Roland did not understand. ¡°Can¡¯t Mr Defender just call me directly? He even had to trouble you to make your way over.¡± ¡°You still don¡¯t get it, do you?¡± Garcia said sourly, ¡°This means that you have gained the approval of the Martialist Association, and is the standard channel of communications from the higher-ups. Besides, there will be many public figures participating in this coming meet. If you were to go alone, isn¡¯t that throwing the Association¡¯s face? And yes, in the future, let me handle all future contacts for such meetings. If you¡¯re ready, let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°Well¡­ I haven¡¯t showered.¡± She rolled her eyes. ¡°Then go!¡± Seeing that the other party had no intentions of leaving, Roland could only comply. It was only when they reached the ground floor did they both realize that Garcia¡¯s luxurious sports car had been wrecked from the rescue. In the end, the two boarded a vehicle and drove out of the neighborhood, still in Roland¡¯s familiar SUV. ¡°About that¡­ I will compensate you for your car.¡± He sat in the front passenger seat awkwardly. ¡°But are you sure driving this vehicle will not affect the Association¡¯s prestige?¡± ¡°Shut up.¡± Garcia snapped; her expression livid. Roland tactfully moved away from her line of sight. After driving out of the city, her expression got better. ¡°About that¡ªsince it was to save a person¡¯s life, we can only consider it as a collateral and I can let you off for the time being. As for what exactly went on there, I will comply with the Association¡¯s discipline and hold off asking you about it.¡± Roland was startled and did not know what to say. After a moment of silence, he replied, ¡°Yes, thanks.¡± ¡°But this doesn¡¯t count as you writing off your debt to me, understand?¡± Garcia¡¯s tone immediately took a turn as she emphasized. ¡°After this secret order is lifted, you have to tell me everything in its entirety¡ªincluding who Zero is, and the true background of those relatives of yours.¡± Indeed, she had noticed their peculiarities. But all of that was within expectations. While saving Fei Yuhan, Garcia had stood by the side and naturally witnessed the process of reviving Fei Yuhan. Regardless of it being Scroll who brought the magical sutures, or the unsurprised God Punishment Witches, all of them were obviously not ordinary people. Even so, she was still willing to wait for his explanation. This trust caused Roland¡¯s heart to feel warmth. And there was Fei Yuhan and Rock¡­ With the help of so many people, the Dream World was indeed moving towards an unknown future. But it was this unknown that made it worth protecting. ¡°When everything is over, I will tell you everything,¡± Roland replied solemnly. Roland immediately noticed that the eye-grabbing signboard belonging to the new modern car dealership had disappeared after driving into the factory district. What replaced it was a brand new gold-plated signboard. His eyes opened wide in surprise. The words were clear as day. ¡®Design Bureau of Graycastle¡¯. Chapter 1365 - The new Design Bureau Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations It was not the only change in the area. Roland noticed many workers tearing down and changing the billboards on both sides of the road, and the usual bustling construction sites were all extremely quiet, as though the entire modern car dealership project had disappeared in the blink of an eye. The short wall used to divide the construction space had a new scaffolding in place, looking as though it was being used as a base for new exterior wall. Even more ridiculous were the heavily-armed police on alert as they cordoned off the projects department with sentry posts. Any entrance and exits required identification and vehicles were prohibited from approaching the main building. After having their credentials verified, the armed policeman saluted them with a standard military salute and opened the guarded entrance. ¡°Oh my god¡­¡± Garcia whispered, ¡°What did you make the Association do?¡± ¡°To be honest, I am as clueless as you are.¡± Roland shook his head helplessly. ¡°I haven¡¯t even made any requests yet.¡± As the two walked towards the main building, Garcia suddenly stopped in her steps and frowned. Standing at the doors and welcoming them was her father, Garde, a member of Clover Group¡¯s board of directors. ¡°I¡¯ve waited for you for a long time.¡± The man nodded at his daughter first, then initiated a handshake. ¡°Mr Roland, although I¡¯ve known that you were special the first time we met, I¡¯ve never thought that you¡¯ll be far more special than what I imagined. From this day on, this factory is yours.¡± Garde¡¯s words were clearly filled with good wishes, but his tone did not have the slightest bit of joy¡ªthe look on his face was complicated, like an ensemble of contradictions. During their first acquaintance, this middle-aged man showed an obvious contempt towards Roland, a feigned friendliness on the second due to Roland¡¯s relationship with the Defender, while the current and third meeting was one of fear, most probably his true emotion. ¡°Isn¡¯t the modern car dealership originally an important development for the Clover Group? Are you guys really that nice to gift it away so submissively?¡± Garcia mocked, ¡°And here I thought that the Clover Group would be slightly more unyielding, with how all of you were ready to demolish the apartments in spite of public opinion.¡± To her surprise, Garde did not reveal any anger and merely chuckled ruefully. ¡°The Martialist Association gave the family terms that they couldn¡¯t refuse. Although I¡¯m a member of the board of directors, I was unable to stop the decision. Aside from that, the Clover Group has officially terminated the plan to demolish and rebuild the apartments. We will be announcing it at the reception later¡ªthere is no longer a need for you to rally for the residents, my daughter.¡± Garcia was frozen with shock. ¡°The demolishing and relocation plan has been¡­ terminated?¡± ¡°Yes, it has,¡± Garde replied slowly. ¡°I know that even if this passes, you will not forgive me that easily, but at least we are no longer enemies. In the future, if you wish to meet your brother, feel free to come home anytime. Of course¡­ you can bring him along as well.¡± He looked towards Roland. After leading the startled duo into the main hall, Garde waved before leaving the projects department building. The secretary responsible for bringing them in led them to the conference room even before they came round to. Seated around the approximately 100-square-meter room were about 40 to 50 people, all dressed in formal attire. It did not appear anything like a construction site meeting. Placed around the center table were four chairs arranged facing each other. Apart from Defender Rock, there were two others sitting there¡ªone about 40 to 50 years of age and resembled a veteran of war; the other had graying hair but had eyes brimming with vitality. The last chair was obviously left for him. Garcia finally jolted out of her reverie and gently nudged him on the back. Roland nodded, calmly walked over, and proceeded to sit beside Rock. With the experience of being a King, he naturally did not suffer from stage fright, but instead felt even more curious¡ªfrom the looks of it, the Association had obviously planned to surprise him. But after the secretary¡¯s announcement of the start of the meeting, every single person in the room were given an introduction, leaving Roland in suspense. Despite knowing that the Martialist Association had a long history and its great influence over the government, the ¡®surprise¡¯ greatly exceeded Roland¡¯s expectations. From metallurgy to materials, from machine designs to automatic controls, every single subject matters expert were present. Among them was an existing laureate from the Nation¡¯s Academy of Sciences as well as another leading technical expert from a private corporation. More critically, every single person here was merely a representative. Behind them were enormous teams, each completely capable of undertaking the entire process from research and development to production. As for the two men seated to his right, one was the overall-in-charge of the technological department, President Wu and the other Executive Manager, Head Liu. The former took charge of all research development while the latter was responsible for the allocation of resources. The professionalism of the entire system was evident and was not something the original small group of the Design Bureau of Graycastle could compare to. This was the sole reason for the Association to take over the entire land¡ªwithout the space, they could not have research work happen in parallel. Aside from that, the two were also representatives of the government; they were sent to assist in the situation and gather information. The entire project was assigned the name ¡®Project N¨¹wa.¡¯ It was rather fitting to use the legend of her patching up the sky to describe the resistance against Erosion. Information of the other world was limited to only a few government officials and as a result, the official documents explained that the undertaking was a ¡®complicated drill¡¯ designed to simulate the final destruction of the human race due to Erosion and how the survivors would utilize resources after the war and rebuild civilization from the ruins. One of the crucial points listed was that some Awakened Beings underwent rarely seen evolutions due to Erosion. They evolved and displayed completely different abilities from what the Force of Nature had; thus, the researchers were required to study all relevant elements around the phenomena. As to what this special abilities were, Chief Hunter Roland was designated by the Association as the overall person-in-charge with full authority to make decisions. At this point, Roland almost spat the tea that he had just imbibed. In other words, the main content of the meeting was to listen to the abilities announced by him and investigate their applications. Even if he were to make things up, it was a requirement to take him seriously and consider how the abilities could influence the rebuilding of their civilization. It was fortunate that the Martialist Association was the one doing such a thing. If Roland had to announce the conditions to this matter that seemed to border on child¡¯s play by himself, all the professionals on site would have left immediately. ¡°I wonder if Mr Roland is satisfied with the proposal?¡± Rock smiled towards him and said, ¡°When you raised your request to me previously and mentioned its severity to the world, I thought you were exaggerating then. But now, I have finally understood the true meaning behind your words. Taking into account that the magic power manifested from both worlds are different, no matter how absurd or weird your requests are, they will not disagree with you.¡± Roland raised his eyebrows. ¡°You believe¡­ in everything that I¡¯ve said?¡± ¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t know.¡± Rock retracted his gaze. ¡°But as long as we can prevail over Erosion by working together, we will have the opportunity to verify them in the future, is that not? And this new Design Bureau is only the beginning.¡± Chapter 1366 - A Fork in the Story Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡­ The battle ended as quickly as it began. After it stabbed its evolved stinger into the center of another Eye of Branch Nest, victory became an instant certainty. The quick diffusion of its neurotoxin destroyed its target¡¯s will, causing it to lose control over its ¡°blade¡± and ¡°foot.¡± It looked at the collapsed Eye of Branch Nest and retracted its stinger in satisfaction. It used to be like these pitiful creatures, aimlessly gathering repeatedly, waiting for the Mother of the Nest to determine their fates. But while the latter had yet to evolve, it had already become a hunter of the Nest Eye. Compared to its initial appearance, its evolved state was a complete overhaul. It exploited the pheromones that some deep sea fishes had, separating its eyes from its internal organs and attached them to its skin, at the same time evolving its ribs into a carapace brimming with magic power. This exponentially heightened its defensive capabilities, and if it encountered the despicable two-legged lowlifes again, the latter would no longer be able to easily intrude into its body. Aside from that, it had deemed that long distance combat was far safer than close combat. It could now produce raw silk possessing explosive elements, and use them to fire gallstones and bone spears. Although it referenced it from the bodies of other lowlifes, it was a lot more effective. It did not rely on magic power to attack and was not weak towards God¡¯s Stones. To accommodate these organs, its entire body had expanded three times and any typical ¡°blade¡± was incapable of harming it. Lastly, the evolved stinger that produced neurotoxins was both capable of fatally wounding a large target and preserving its intact body for the monster to absorb its pheromones. It was a multifaceted weapon. Without a doubt, it could not be regarded as the same species as those Eyes of Branch Nest. For the sake of distinguishing itself from its previous form, it learned from the lowlifes and gave itself a name¡ª¡±Devour¡±. To devour everything and evolve. And all the scattered Eyes of Branch Nest harvesting pheromones in the sea were undoubtedly the most valuable prey. The next thing to do was to enjoy the moment. ¡°Devour¡± opened its carapace and unleashed countless tentacles that pulled the carcass into its own body bit by bit. Right at this time, it suddenly sensed an extremely peculiar undulation¡ª The degree of the undulation was so immense it felt as though the world was howling in unison! ¡°Devour¡± gazed up to the sky, and aside from the dark clouds and Bloody Moon, the vast sky did not seem to be experiencing any changes. But in its eyes, endless ripples were undulating incessantly across the dusky sky, spreading out into the distance. An intense sense of unease enveloped ¡°Devour¡±. Regardless of it being violent eruptions of undersea volcanoes or earthquakes, these natural events produces all sorts of wave motions, but none of that could compare to what ¡°Devour¡± was feeling. The ripples were too pure and filled with a cadence which made it even more terrifying. The ripples dissipated quickly into the horizon, but before ¡°Devour¡± even recovered from its bewilderment, a familiar sense surged through its tentacles into its body. It was the Mother of the Nest issuing its evolution command! The command was received by the Eyes of the Branch Nest, and a new connection was established with ¡°Devour.¡± After losing the connection with the Mother of the Nest for so long, it never expected to once again hear the echoes of its species. But it did not stop there, upon deciphering the content of the command, Devour¡¯s subconscious mind immediately had the desire to obey! No! It was no longer an ordinary nest eye! It was a unique individual! It spat out the remaining carcass of the Eye of Branch Nest and rolled left and right on the ground in an attempt to resist its remaining instincts. The ¡°blades¡± and ¡°feet¡± guarding by its side were so afraid they remained stationary until they were smashed into meat patties after being struck by a sweeping stinger. Its actions stirred up waves through the surrounding waters. It was practically doing its utmost be be able to suppress the urge stemming from the bottom of its heart and inhibiting the allure by force. Devour gradually calmed itself down. After hesitating over and over again, it finally allowed the ¡®feet¡¯ to drag the nest eye back. After all, Devour gained the knowledge of where the eyes were moving towards and felt that its future hunts had become even more convenient. Devour carefully inserted its tentacles back into the center of its prey and immersed itself in the willpower of the main nest, recording all the commands accumulated within the pheromones. But the end result shocked it beyond words! There were¡­ too many orders! The process of evolving was an extremely serious affair. It was impossible for every single recomposition to be flawless, like how flexibility and firmness are inversely correlated, a sudden spike meant a weak continuation. To achieve perfection, one had to consider the balance of the whole entity. It was because of this that every command issued out were constant repeats of analyzing and filtering all pheromones before a decision was made. It basically did not accept more than two strains of pheromones, and placed emphasis on extraordinary evolutionary constructs. However, Devour had received and read many evolutionary constructs that were acting on many Nest Eyes. For example, the ¡®ability to endure pain,¡¯ ¡®rapid regeneration,¡¯ ¡®rapid reproduction rate,¡¯ ¡®sharp carapace,¡¯ etc¡­ to the point that some of the pheromones came from unfiltered sources and went against the Mother of the Nest¡¯s former modus operandi! It did not stop there; some of the orders included pheromones that belonged to primitive beasts, and these were orders that showed no regard to the consequences! Indeed, the mass of evolutionary constructs were capable of strengthening the species in a short span of time, but at the same time, it limited its prospects as a species. Devour faintly remembered the direction of the carved blood vessels¡ªtheir ultimate evolution goal was not for survival, but to fly higher than the sky. But once an evolution was completed, the flaws brought about by the inferior pheromones were difficult to be mended and the price to pay was too large. Devour was unable to understand why the Mother of the Nest would make such a decision. Fortunately, Devour¡¯s fate had been severed from the species, so regardless of what their evolution signified, it had nothing to do with Devour. After finishing up its prey, Devour dived deeper into the ocean and disappeared amongst the waves. ¡­ Is it too late¡­ The Guardian stood at the calm seashore and looked into far north. The waves gently washed up the shore, producing gentle and monotonous rustling. But she knew that this was most probably the last tranquility the sea would have. The distant sky had been dyed a deep red with the occasional arc lights formed by magic power flickering away, just like a large storm gradually taking form. Not long later, the blood-red clouds would befall the Land of Dawn and become a part of the battle of destiny. And further into the distance, black ¡®tides¡¯ rose out of the water surface that extended several hundred kilometers like a moving island. Under the guidance of the Divine Will, they were all finally converging. This was a scene she had witnessed countless times. But this might possibly be the last. But it did not mean the end. To the world, it only meant a brand new beginning. But this beginning was merely a repeat of a ten million year cycle, and the Guardian of the next cycle would no longer be her. No one knew if the young lady found her way home. She turned to face the south and thought, ¡®If only we have the chance to meet again.¡¯ ¡®Let it be soon.¡¯ She prayed from the bottom of her heart. Chapter 1367 - The Essence to Upgrade Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The meeting on the ¡®Project N¨¹wa¡¯ lasted for a few days and the professionalism displayed by the participants left Roland gasping in amazement. What made him even more surprised was their abundance of energy. The entire meeting consisted of disputes and debates that went on in unbroken succession from nine in the morning till seven at night. When they encountered issues that were difficult to come to a decision, it was not rare for the debates to last till midnight. Although the participants were dressed to the nines, none of these professionals relented when it came to a technicalities. The intensity of the arguments were in no way less than outright war. They were not limited to only the middle-aged backbones of their respective industries, but even the white-haired seniors acted in the same manner. An average person that hit such an age would usually be inarticulate and have slower train of thoughts, but aside from their looks, none of these common factors were present in them. Their voices were loud and clear, their eyes bright and full of expression. They were still capable of suppressing their successors in debates. This scene convinced Roland that the brain was truly an organ that developed the more one used it. In the Dream World, he was able to rely on the Awakened ability to maintain his heightened concentration, but after waking up in reality, he would feel the exhaustion clearly. To accommodate the content of the meeting, he had no choice but to increase the hours of sleep and use the time in reality to replenish his energy. Of course, the atmosphere within the projects department did not kick start from the get go. In the beginning, no one showed much interest, and the majority of disagreements were concentrated on Roland¡¯s ¡®plans.¡¯ For example, the idea that after the destruction of the world, the humans killed by the Fallen Evils would turn into another ¡®competitor¡¯, as well as the mutation of the pure Force of Nature and Blackfire that went against science¡­ Although no one publicly called into question Roland¡¯s words seeing that the Martialist Association and the government were in spearheading the entire project, signs of disagreements and conflict appeared, either through their silence or on the pretense that it was ¡®for the job¡¯. Roland knew that their mentality and the process of repeated questions and beating about the bush led to nowhere. If not for Roland¡¯s signals towards Ling, the Taquila Witches might had taken action. Only until they reached the conclusion at the end of the first night did the conflicting views of both parties reach its peak. A chief master in mechanics stood up and spoke bluntly that regardless of how much they discussed, it was useless if no one remembered the content. Just a single day worth of decisions required the Martial Artists a few weeks to digest; thus, they decided to end the meeting earlier. Roland clearly remembered that Scroll, having maintained her silence for the entire day, had suddenly slammed the table with her hand. The meeting room immediately became her stage. Scroll not only listed the content discussed in the meet, but even the questions and doubts raised by every single individual, and all the valuable contributions made on each topic from the beginning to end¡ªeverything were listed out to the smallest detail. Her fascinating memory shocked everyone present, leaving even the chief master that challenged Roland speechless. At that moment, it was as though all the professionals had turned into students, and Scroll was the only teacher. It was most probably her verification regarding the unlimited possibilities existed within the Force of Nature¡ªthat not only could limbs be strengthened, or have the intellect of engineering elites heightened¡ªalong with her outstanding temperament and features which resulted in the reversal of the subsequent situation. In the following days, despite arguments still happening, the focus shifted from the setup to ¡®Project N¨¹wa¡¯. Not only that, under the situation where money and manpower were no longer an issue, any ¡®contentions¡¯ were immediately conveyed to the research and development team, where experiments were immediately carried out to test on their feasibility. To Roland, it was no doubt the best days in which he reaped the most in the Dream World. Under the suggestion of President Wu, their focus on improvements moved onto instruments. In his words: ¡°We clearly have cutting-edge technology and high quality materials, but our usage of such simple and crude machines and instruments is truly a waste. Even if we lack electric control technology, we can use machines to automate and regulate precise control. If you had raised it up earlier, we would have stopped accepting such defective products.¡± Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry to this. The ¡®defective products¡¯ mentioned by the President were the best designs he had spent his lifetime working on. But Roland completely agreed with the President¡¯s assessment. Before the proliferation of electronic technology, pure machinery and equipment had once developed to what could be deemed ¡®a work of art.¡¯ Examples included the mechanical calculator, as well as its subsequent development which eventually ended as the theoretical difference engine. Anyone who laid their eyes on the overlapping gears and interconnected screws would feel a sense of pure beauty. However, the advancements of electronic technology in history was simply a powerful current that instantly swept all of these large and complicated machines into the gutters of history. Even if he flipped through textbooks, it was impossible for him to find any design information on the corresponding equipment. With a specialized team to improve the tools he had and reproduce all the technological materials that had long disappeared, he naturally couldn¡¯t wish for more. The improvement of the tools brought about an increase in production efficiency and decrease in manpower demands, signifying that Neverwinter would be able to use the same number of people to accomplish even more work. This was extremely significant for his Kingdom that had limited manpower. Aside from producing machines, the new Design Bureau supplied many things that included simpler calculators, typewriters, automatic printing press, etc¡­ All these did not require electronic components and only required a few units to greatly enhance the rate of administrative work. These details constituted the foundations of ¡®Project N¨¹wa.¡¯ Building on top of this establishment, the content expanded tremendously. The majority of the professionals acknowledged that strengthening themselves to protect the human race from extinction was the main priority. They required the ability to resist the Fallen Evil¡¯s power of degeneration before having the capacity to develop the next step, which was mainly focused on weapons. After considering the conditions laid out by Roland, none of the participants produced any proposals that had an answer to everything. Instead, they divided the proposal into three steps¡ªquarterly plans, yearly plans, and five-year plans. The past wars in the Dream World provided optimal answers for certain problems, but the targeted approach in terms of the number of ¡®survivors¡¯ made it difficult to establish a concrete industry system. With historical numbers no longer practical, the specialists leaned towards focusing on fighting the enemies and developed further into the specific projects targeting this goal. This was also their original intention¡ªto be able to bring about a metamorphic change in humanity¡¯s ability to battle within three to twelve months. The very first thing mentioned, something which was also the easiest at enhancing, involved the various high-energy explosives and propellants. This was coincidentally Neverwinter¡¯s largest shortcoming. Reproducing nitro-explosives could be learned from chemistry books, but simple explosives such as TNT and RDX had very few references, much less to say the composition of modern gunpowder. But with the government spearheading the project, this gap had finally been filled. Chapter 1368 - Going Hand in Hand Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The next in line was advancing the ammunition production line. Although Roland¡¯s design of the production line could be considered streamlined, it was nothing in the eyes of military specialists, or to put it bluntly, terrible. In their own words: ¡°Such a framework and process are relatively too simple and 95% of it could be automated with machines. By relying on machines, production can basically be increased to non-stop 24 hours a day.¡± The new military proposal did not require much investment for the early stages of the new production line but was capable of starkly reducing manpower. Simultaneously, it also increased the production of bullets by more than ten times. Provided that personnel involved in the production remained constant, the production rate was estimated to increase further. Once ¡®Project Cornerstone¡¯ for Project N¨¹wa was set in place, the equipment needed by the new production line no longer faced any theoretical technical challenges. Once the propellant was enhanced, precision and lethality of the firearms would automatically be upgraded. Looking at this segment of the report caused Roland to gasp with admiration towards the other party¡¯s accurate foresight. Ammunition had ultimately been the main problem for the First Army. Although the number of workers involved in production moving to the Fertile Plains had been increasing, it did not alleviate the lack of ammunition. The expenditure of the Aerial Knights solely from training alone was enough to deplete a majority of the ammunition, but training was an essential process. Iron Axe had raised the complains from the frontlines many times to Roland because of that. If the amount of ammunition could be increased, the possibility of Demons relying on numbers to break through the First Army¡¯s defense line would further decrease. Or in other words, the stalemate at the frontlines would come to an end. As for light weapons, the specialists did not provide further comment. It was not because there was no room for improvements, but the practicality to price ratio was not high. The combination of using general-purpose machine guns, bolt action/semi-automatic rifles were sufficient in dealing with the threat from inferior Fallen Evils. With regards to offensive capabilities on the battlefield, the consensus was to rely on artillery and heavy weapons. In other words, so long as they could flatten their enemies to death first, the infantry soldiers could occupy territory with ease. Rather than pouring resources into enhancing firearms, why not manufacture more cannons, since cannons were required to clear the way¡ªregardless of going on the offensive, retreating, reinforcements, or to be defensive. Unleashing a few artillery shells to plow the enemies first was considered the safest option. With the priority placed on the quarter year plan, their main concern was targeted towards fast and effective results. In the Five-Year Plan, light weapons were considered an extremely major project. But Roland was most interested in the Annual Plan. Its benefits were lower than gunpowder and ammunition and the required investment was much higher, but it was crucial at determining the outcome of the war. The plan comprised of Neverwinter¡¯s current heavy weapons, including two improvement projects and two brand new projects. The Army and the Aerial Knights took up half each. Firstly was the old topic in Graycastle¡¯s Design Bureau¡ªthe caterpillar tractors and the subsequently developed armored tanks. This was the only chance for Master Xie to make an appearance as well. Unexpectedly, the specialists did not criticize the plans at all after seeing the design sheets; instead, they felt that the designs deserved merit under the circumstances where little technology was available. Compared to the armored vehicles, the specialists were more focused on how its ¡°nuclear-powered core¡± When Roland revealed the Magic Cube, the entire mood took an unexpected turn. Even the government officials that had knowledge of the true story were dumbstruck. Till date, he could still vividly recall the entire scene. At the beginning, everyone revealed their complicated expressions upon seeing the seemingly ordinary ¡®stone cube¡¯. After all, every single one of them came from intellectual and professional backgrounds. Out of respect for Scroll, everyone remained took the entire presentation seriously. To be frank, the action of taking out a rock and calling it a nuclear power unit was indirectly calling the professionals fools. When Rock suddenly signaled to Head Liu a few times, Head Liu decided to call for a temporary adjournment and prevent the awkwardness from continuing. After all, they had built up the collaborative atmosphere through great difficulty. But under his insistence, a dynamics professor reluctantly took the cube and sent it to the test laboratory for his team to conduct a simple test. His lab assistant left with an ineffable and contemptuous expression, but returned back agitatedly half an hour later to the point of not being able to say a word. The entire meeting room plunged into mania. Under the indisputable reality, Roland discovered that everyone¡¯s eyes seemed to burn when looking at him, and even President Wu had to pull Head Liu out of the room directly. No one knew what they talked about, but the change in viewpoint was immediate. The security around the factories was beefed up by several levels the following day. The armed police were replaced with real army troops, so much so that the gates were replaced with sentry posts and military walls. If not for Roland¡¯s identity as a martial artist which left ordinary means against him useless, he would have had a private lane, personal bodyguards, and other top notch services wherever he went. This entire event was suggested by Anna, and not Roland¡¯s intent to show off deliberately. After running through the events that day with her, Anna got angry, frowned and worked up a ¡®revenge plan,¡¯ which was to use magic power to remodel the professionals¡¯ world view. The result was far better than what Roland had anticipated. Not only was everyone rather respectful of Scroll, but they also acceded to every request of his and hoped to receive a portion of the Magic Cube to conduct tests. Due to that, the outcome of the meeting was adjourned one day after another. To modern scientists and technological groups, wielding tangible research objects would allow them to propose and conduct feasible plans with much more ease. That was how the tri-tank Magic Cube was phased out. The replacement was an even more reasonable and high-pressured Magic Cube. Not only was its theoretical output doubled, but its volume and vibrations had also dropped by nearly 30%. It only required a week for the prototype to be trialled and tested on trucks and tractors before being confirmed as the final product. Besides the enhancements of the Magic Cube engine, the projects team supplied a design plan for a small-scale truck with only 20¨C30 horsepower and used a diesel engine that was capable of running on diesel oil. Diesel oil was a byproduct from refining fuel oil for biplanes. With a loading capacity of one to two tons, it had an extremely simple structure which didn¡¯t even have an operator cabin and looked like a four-wheeled square headed tractor at first glance. Roland quickly realized the usefulness of the small-scale truck. In terms of production, it was far easier to manufacture as compared to steam trucks, and they were capable of manufacturing many units in a short period of time. Using the former for short distance transport was no doubt a waste, but the latter was just perfect. It boasted higher efficiency as compared to animal-drawn vehicles and was the best choice in overcoming routes with different elevations. The last portion of the Annual Plan was the true core. It constituted of two parts¡ªimprovements for the current ¡®Fire of Heaven,¡¯ increasing its advantages over the Devilbeasts in terms of flight and power, while developing child versions over its base foundations to adapt to different combat requirements. The second was to manufacture and develop a new model of long distance bombers. Chapter 1369 - Overlord of the Sky Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The projects team did not mention any plans for new planes. Under the circumstance where electronic components were absent, the upper bounds of a monoplane were higher than a biplane. Even so, the final Annual Plan remained focused on enhancements. The final decision maker was the Technology Department¡¯s overall-in-charge, President Wu. Roland also learned a new concept from the meetings: time efficiency. All manufacturing projects focusing on streamlining will improve in efficiency with time. Even if few changes happened, this was a natural phenomenon bound to occur. The reason lies in the process¡ªworkers would gradually familiarize themselves with the production line which included the interaction between man and machine as well as the teamwork between the workers themselves. This was completely unrelated to one¡¯s upbringing, but more of an innate laziness in the workers that made them find the easiest ways and shortcuts to complete their work, to the point that they themselves would voluntarily sort out the imperfections to the process. As a result, the efficiency of production at its later stages not only exceeded the early phases but manufacturing costs would decrease. To form up a team of Aerial Knights, the production line that had started up with much difficulty had to maintain the status quo. This helped in familiarizing the workers with the further processing of the machines and the workflow processes so as to prevent the equipment from hindering the war effort. The improvisation towards the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ was mainly geared towards improving the engine and weapon systems. The first point spoke for itself; the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ was a complete masterpiece created completely from antique blueprints Roland obtained in the Dream World and a product of trial and error. Although aerodynamics was not an issue to a biplane that had a peak speed of less than 150 km/h, it did not mean that there were no benefits for having an improved engine. On the contrary, it was the easiest and cheapest to improve with the support of wind tunnels and simulations. The engine was obviously the most important part of the biplane. As the saying goes, as long as you have sufficient power, even a brick can fly. With an upgrade in power ratio, the rest would fall into place. But under the most miserable of conditions, it was not simple to even design a durable and functional basic piston engine. It was reported that the relevant department produced seven to eight prototypes at one go, but time was required to run tests for all the prototypes so as to choose the most optimal design. For the weapon systems, there were not many considerations. In truth, the technological skills were insufficient; the military had plenty of matured yet phased out plans, for example the 20mm autocannons, removable bomb racks, etc. The questions were what weapons to install and how to install them. With these two questions in mind, the relevant department was able to provide these addons as and when they liked. According to the technical specifications provided by the team, the Mark II biplanes were capable of 250 km/h cruise speeds and carry two additional 100kg oil tanks while being capable of sustaining flights over a thousand kilometers. It also boasted a much higher climbing speed compared to the ¡®Fire of Heaven.¡¯ The significance of this biplane was the ability to travel from the rear to the frontlines in a day, or to fly from the frontlines to the great rupture at the ridge of the continent. Taking into consideration the rugged topography of the Impassable Mountain Range that prevented ordinary troops from passing, this parameter was definitely an important feature. The last were the bombers. It cost the most and was the most controversial project. It took half a day just discussing over whether the bombers were required to handle the inferior Fallen Evils. The reason for those against it was simple¡ªthe bombers¡¯ targets were on the ground that biplanes were capable of hitting as well, only that more fuel was required. But a large-scale bomber required specialized taking off and landing, more protection, and therefore, bound to bring about more pressure for the logistics team. Although a bomber was capable of bringing about greater destruction, it required a fighter for escort and would instead lower the advantage of the aerial units. Flying Devilbeasts were weak against agile and mobile flying units, but a clumsy bomber could be considered a double-edged sword as long as a single Devilbeast disregarded its life to ram into one. Besides, the enemies possessed unique Fallen Evils that were similar to martial artists that added to the indeterminable risk. After all, the price of losing a single bomber far surpassed that of a single biplane. And the resources left for the survivors was an unknown factor as to how many bombers they would be able to produce. In the end, it was still the research subject Roland insisted on preserving. Under the circumstances of having low technology, it was definitely lacking. It could not deliver the goal of coming and going without a trace while being both capable of offense and defense. However, he had his own considerations. It was an entity required by Neverwinter for long and difficult journeys, and was essential for the attack on the Bottomless Land. No one knew how far the Dream World was separated from the Erosion, and God probably would no longer remain passive. According to Lan¡¯s words, Roland needed to take action at the time when both worlds entered the Divine Domain. In the event that Dream World suddenly opened the passageway to Erosion, he would have no other means to quickly reach the Bottomless Land, then all the efforts from before would be for naught. Of course, being subjected to the demons¡¯ attack while charging into enemy territory could be considered a last resort, but having a choice was better than having none, and bombers were the only possible answer for the present technological conditions. The other was Project Glory of the Sun. With ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯s load capacity, it was impossible for them to shoulder such a huge responsibility even after improvements. Even if they were able to produce a detonator, without the means to drop the Glory of the Sun, its usage was still limited. Of course, the Seagull coupled with the Hummingbird¡¯s reduction in weight could cause the drop to happen from high altitudes, but even so, the bomb could not be fitted with a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. In that long and arduous journey, it could easily be destroyed by Senior Demons. If the Skylord Hackzord knew about it and used his ability to transport the Glory of the Sun elsewhere, that would be troublesome. Therefore, the most reliable method was to directly build a strong anti-demon body and rely on the Aerial Knights to drop the Glory of the Sun. This meant that they had to build an even bigger plane. The project department¡¯s initial plan was to build a single bomber with four engines. The team responsible for manufacturing the engines had to build four units for redundancy. In the event that one or two planes were malfunctioning, the plane would still have the ability to make a safe return. Just based on visuals, the bomber would look like a behemoth, with over 30m long wingspans. Its rear tail were divided into twintails to stabilize the aerodynamic design of the entire plane. Although the design reduced the nimbleness of the bomber, it increased the plane¡¯s ability to travel further and provide for easier controls. Flying with full tanks, the bomber would have the ability to carry an estimated four tons worth of ammunition for more than two thousand kilometers. Without considering the return flight, this number could double, enough to satisfy Roland¡¯s requirements for the battle at the ridge of the continent. But, with its complexity far surpassing that of the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯, it could not be produced in the production line even with expert guidance. In other words, its production output would definitely be low. But at least, it gave humanity the capital to use the Glory of the Sun. Chapter 1370 - Returning Home Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations When the meeting ended, two government officials kept Roland behind, promising him that the government would take the next step to push for more supportive projects, with the first generation nuclear weapon test data included in the consideration. Of course, it was not merely a one-sided exchange where only the Martialist Association did as promised; the miraculous magical objects were the important catalyst that made the government so enthusiastic. In short, it was as what Defender Rock had announced, the meeting was only just the beginning. In just a few days, the Design Bureau of Graycastle fixed all the flaws in Neverwinter¡¯s developments it had single-handedly embarked on. As the Battle of Divine Will no longer determined the fate of one world, every department had several hundred to more than a thousand members to ponder over the problems and improve the developments. For the first time, Roland deeply felt the survivors were not struggling alone; there were all kinds of non-negligible forces behind them. Even if the two worlds had never truly interacted, their fates were intimately tied together. Roland relied on the surge of technological reforms and recruited even more people for the Administrative Office. In one go, he proposed more than ten new factories, from high-performance explosive compounds to various semi-automatic testbed machines. After resolving the manpower and economic limitations, Neverwinter, in its high-speed development phase, was able to construct and develop itself at his will. With the alleviation of conflicting views, this momentum did not stop at all. With the widespread development of the technological revolution, Roland suddenly received an unexpected and pleasant surprise. After being missing for close to a year, Joan had finally returned. Roland immediately rushed to Neverwinter¡¯s first hospital with Nightingale upon receiving the news. After expanding King¡¯s City education and medical field from the previous winter, three medical treatment facilities were built by the Administrative Office at the south bank of the Redwater River, Kingdom Main Street and Longsong Stronghold that were responsible for simple diagnosis and disease prevention. And being the first medical facility built and Nana¡¯s permanent residency there, it naturally earned the name of ¡®first hospital.¡¯ Upon entering, Camilla Dary gave him a slight bow. Wendy and Tilly had returned to the front lines, while Scroll was busy with restoring materials, so the Chief Butler of Sleeping Island took up the mission of taking care of everyone. Additionally, she had seen Joan disappear with her own eyes and felt guilty about it. Now, Joan¡¯s reappearance impacted her the most, apparent from her bow towards Roland. After all, she had always saw Roland as someone who ¡®stole¡¯ Tilly away and was the main reason for Ashes¡¯s sacrifice. If not for the reports that Sky-sea Realm might directly threaten the Fjords and Sleeping Island, she would never have shifted to Neverwinter. But Roland did not mind that as he waved and asked softly, ¡°How¡¯s she?¡± ¡°I guess¡­ I can only say that she¡¯s fine.¡± ¡°You guess?¡± Roland was perplexed. From his point of view, her safe return was already considered the best possible outcome. ¡°She¡­ is back to her old self.¡± Camilla gently combed Joan¡¯s hair and sighed. It was only after her explanation did Roland understand what she meant. Joan did not swim back to Shallow Port herself. A resident fisherman of Neverwinter was the first to discover Joan. According to the report, while out in the sea to haul fish in, a heavy object had rammed into the aft of his boat and awoken him late at night. It was followed by nibbling sounds. Thinking that he had encountered a sea ghost and was about to prepare himself to fight to death, he saw a ¡®big fish¡¯ shaped like a human. He caught her cupping cooked fish in her hands, nibbling away as though she hadn¡¯t eaten for days. Seeing the panicked fisherman, she merely produced a few weird sounds instead of attacking him, then retreated to the corner of the deck and fell asleep. Having stayed in Neverwinter for a long time, the fisherman had long been influenced by its teachings and public announcements. The fisherman held an open mind and returned the boat to port¡ªthe rewards of saving a Witch was far higher than a boat of fish. To encounter such a special entity in the vast sea, he knew for sure that she was either a sea ghost or a Witch. This ¡®big fish¡¯ was Joan. ¡°Lily has given her a check up. There are all sorts of parasites and infections on her, and some of them can¡¯t be removed, even with her abilities.¡± Camila reported while her heart ached. ¡°To eliminate any potential damage, I injected some Dreamland Water into her while she was asleep, then used a blade to cut out all the shell worms under her skin. In theory, these worms will only appear on old boats and very large whales.¡± ¡°You mean to say, Joan didn¡¯t swim back from the Shadow Islands?¡± ¡°It is unlikely for her to be infected with them at that distance.¡± She shook her head. ¡°With Joan¡¯s speed, it wouldn¡¯t have taken her so long to return to Neverwinter. What I¡¯m worried about is¡­ the terrible ordeals she might had gone through which caused her to return to her original state.¡± She never had the time to remove the parasites and starved all the way until she got onto the boat for food before losing consciousness due to fatigue. All of these pointed to her arduous and dangerous journey. The long and excessive circumstances might had caused irreparable psychological damage to her, just like Maggie. Camila had the ability to communicate with the mind and was not afraid that Joan couldn¡¯t speak. She was worried that Joan wouldn¡¯t recover and had to live the rest of her life like an animal. Roland fell silent. Indeed, the state of her body did not mean that everything was fine, regardless of Nana¡¯s magical bandages or Lily¡¯s Cleansing Water, none of them were capable of curing mental problems. A rhythmic knock on the door suddenly broke the silence inside the ward. Nightingale turned and opened the door in puzzlement, to see Mystery Moon¡¯s head poking out. ¡°Erm¡­ I heard that Joan is back? Wait, hey, stop pushing me¡ª¡± The door was forced opened as a few girls stumbled and crashed into the room. Besides Mystery Moon, there was Summer, Sharon, and Amy. The last to walk into the room was Lily. ¡°I didn¡¯t have a choice, they noticed something amiss.¡± Lily shrugged helplessly. ¡°Ahem! First off, I only heard that Joan was sick, that¡¯s why I¡¯m here to visit her!¡± Mystery Moon insisted. ¡°Although she belongs to the Exploration Group, Lightning and Maggie aren¡¯t around. So we are the only ones to accompany her, we are definitely not thinking of taking the opportunity to rope her into the Detective Group, much less¡ªmmm¡ª¡± Summer had extended her hand to cover her mouth. ¡°It¡¯s just her wishful thinking; it has nothing to do with the rest of us.¡± Sharon spoke up righteously. ¡°Sigh, is having another member not a good thing?¡± Amy scratched the back of her head. ¡°Hush!¡± Lily gestured for them to be quiet. Roland could not help chuckling as he watched the internal strife between the Witches. He looked to Camila Dary, threw his hands up and shrugged. The latter was faintly startled, but her expression loosened up greatly. Perhaps Joan had truly encountered something terrifying, but with the group accompanying her, Roland believed that Joan¡¯s recovery would fall back onto the right track. ¡­ ¡°Hey, what do you guys think this is?¡± ¡°It looks like some sort of silk fabric¡­¡± ¡°How can there be silk fabric in the hospital? And its texture seems like it¡¯s of superior quality.¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t we ask Aunt Camilla.¡± ¡°¡­ Why don¡¯t you ask her?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t dare to.¡± ¡°I can hear everything.¡± Seated by the bedside, Camilla Dary facepalmed herself. ¡°That is the cloth used to wrap Joan¡¯s wounds. As we didn¡¯t have the time, we didn¡¯t throw them away. Be careful of the germs on them, the books from His Majesty had mentioned them before¡ªdo not casually touch with any sources of infection, didn¡¯t it?¡± After Roland and Nightingale¡¯s departure, Camilla Dary was left alone with the Detective Group. The group surrounded the bed and busied themselves, but were unable to help much. It was nice for Joan to have such passionate friends, but the only problem was that they were slightly excessive with their talking. ¡°Are there any germs here? Lily, can you sense them?¡± ¡°Take it. Away. From me¡ªnow!¡± ¡°Hey, stop tearing it. What? It can¡¯t be torn¡­ Sharon, help me out.¡± ¡°It¡¯s really quite difficult to tear¡­ Summer, why don¡¯t you try it?¡± No. Camilla Dary corrected herself, it wasn¡¯t slightly excessive, it was just too much! Just as Camilla Dary made up her mind to tell them it was already late and that it was better for them to come tomorrow, Joan¡¯s eyelids trembled. She immediately held her breath. A few seconds later, the sleeping beauty gradually opened her eyes. ¡°Ya¡­¡± Joan opened her mouth and released a weak exhale. This caused the room to turn quiet immediately. Indeed, she can¡¯t speak anymore¡­ Camilla resisted the pained emotions and extended her hand and placed it on Joan¡¯s chest. In that instant, countless memory fragments surged into her mind! The moment she posed a question, she immediately received an answer¡ªthe power of Mind Resonance! She saw the illusion of her being lengthened and distorted in the pitch-black seabed. She saw the sky and ocean turn upside down as the seawater poured down in torrents. She saw monstrosities scattered across the ocean floor, terrifying waves that surged towards the continent. She saw the many layers of tablets in the mist, and the white-robed lady walking towards her. The last thing she saw was an unfathomable circular pit that stretched out endlessly across the horizon Chapter 1371 - The Structure of the World Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°You really saw the sinkhole in that manner?¡± Roland stood up in shock. ¡°My apologies¡­¡± Camila Dary was somewhat embarrassed. ¡°My drawing skill is only of this standard.¡± The image spread across the work desk was the illustration drawn up by Camilla Dary according to Joan¡¯s memories. Ignoring Scroll and Soraya¡¯s drawing skills, even the apprentices at the art school had standards far above hers¡ªthe numerous short lines represented grasslands, the crooked and imperfect circle was the sinkhole, the bulging mounds at the sides were mountains and the wave lines represented seawater. To any outsider, this drawing was nothing special and could not be used for reference at all. But it was different for Roland. He had encountered the legendary Bottomless Land in the Dream World. It was also the ¡®final location¡¯ for the Battle of Divine Will and the passageway for the victorious race to upgrade. Although it would ultimately be be devoured by tsunamis and volcanoes and the cities built above would still be destroyed, the terrain above would remain unchanged. It was still as flat and bumpy as before with the faintly visible towering continent. Before personally witnessing it, it had always been a vague legend, since the Northern Region above the Land of Dawn extended over a thousand kilometers and people before the Union never drew a detailed map for it. There were even doubts to its existence. From the beginning to the end, only Lan had mentioned the location of the Bottomless Land. But now, Joan had personally experienced it turning into a reality. ¡°No, this is already enough.¡± Roland impatiently moved the map of the continent from the bookcase and spread it across the floor. He placed the drawing north east of the continent. ¡°It should roughly be here.¡± ¡°What is that exactly?¡± Camilla couldn¡¯t resist asking, ¡°I don¡¯t think it is a naturally formed sinkhole.¡± ¡°Why do you say that?¡± Roland challenged her statement. ¡°It clearly doesn¡¯t look like one.¡± She folded her arms. ¡°How is it possible for the sinkhole to form so perfectly. And there is that strange seabed, and the position of the sky and water; everything looks so strange.¡± Roland was silent for a moment. ¡°I think that there never really was what you will call natural.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°For example, the Misty Forest and plains to the west of Neverwinter were most probably barren land in the past, but some birds and beasts that brought along seeds gradually transformed the land to what it is today. With sufficient time, this hypothesis is bound to come to fruition. But people after that would assume that this is how the world is fixed to be. Don¡¯t you find it strange?¡± Camilla frowned. ¡°I don¡¯t understand what you¡¯re saying.¡± Roland sighed in his heart. Right, these principles are too complicated for people of this age, it¡¯s normal for them to be unable to comprehend it. ¡°I see.¡± Nightingale, who was chewing on dried fish, suddenly clapped her hands. ¡°What you¡¯re trying to say is that we are no different from the birds and the beasts, right?¡± ¡°Is that considered a mystery?¡± The Chief Butler rubbed her aching forehead. ¡°Think about it for a second.¡± Nightingale pointed to the city covered in darkness. ¡°The birds and the beasts migrate with seeds and form the forests and plains; Humans migrate from the North Slope Mountain and built up Neverwinter; to the world, this is basically the same thing. What we deem as natural is a view from our angle, but if we swapped it for a bird, the roofs of our homes are no different than the branches of a tree. If not, why would birds build their nests there as well? Following this reason, the circular hole and reverse seawater current is like the Misty Forest and Neverwinter, all part of the natural world.¡± She paused for a second. ¡°Who knows, maybe even the moon and the stars are formed that way too!¡± ¡°This¡­¡± Camilla was stunned. Roland raised his eyebrow in surprise. Nightingale is clearly a terrible student, but her insights towards particular matters are especially sharp¡­ Is it due to her extroverted character, or is a fool¡¯s train of thoughts broader. The scene of rocks constantly ramming into one another and ultimately forming into a planet appeared in his mind. God brought magic power into this world. From that day on, this world had taken a completely different path from the others. ¡°Let¡¯s answer your first question.¡± He cleared his throat and jolted Camilla from her daze. ¡°The island that Joan was at should be the Bottomless Land and the black hole should be the passageway for a race upgrade. When God combined everything, the path to heaven appeared, but it doesn¡¯t mean that the path leads to true absolution or win God¡¯s smile. But we need to go there¡ªthe Bottomless Land is the place closest to God¡¯s Domain, or it is only there can we find a way to absolve ourseles from the Battle of Divine Will.¡± Camilla Dary¡¯s eyes widened, as though she wanted to blurt out, ¡°where did you infer all of these from,¡± but managed to hold herself back. ¡°As for the continent floating in the sky, I reckon that it is most likely the Sky-sea Realm that the Demons speak of.¡± Roland turned and picked up a pen container, then placed it to the west of the Land of Dawn. ¡°For some reason, the Shadow Islands form a distorted passageway that connects to the Sky-sea Realm; that is why Joan found herself teleporting to the other end of the sea from the Shadow Islands. But in fact, it isn¡¯t just her, the connection between the two seas are stable and every once in a while, a great amount of seawater will be injected into the Sky-sea Realm, then fall back into our world once more, forming the hundred-thousand-feet tall waterfalls that Joan saw.¡± Camilla asked in surprise, ¡°Could the reason for the scene Thunder witnessed, where seawater crossed the Sealine, be that water always flows downhill?¡± ¡°I am most afraid so.¡± Roland nodded his head. ¡°The seawater need not have a backflow, because the altitudes of both sides are actually connected. Like the rise and fall of tides is unrelated to the world itself, it merely depends on the frequency and times the passageway opens.¡± ¡°You mean to say, there are multiple instances and it isn¡¯t solely happening to the sea around the Shadow Islands?¡± ¡°To form a whirlpool at that scale in the ocean, just one passageway is definitely insufficient. As for whether that place has remnants of ancient civilization, we will never know.¡± Roland felt the jigsaw puzzle in his head fitting perfectly. ¡°As for the stone tower ruins she saw on Shadow Island, I think it should belong to the Sky-sea Realm.¡± ¡°What about the door seen in the telescope, what is that about?¡± Nightingale interrupted. ¡°Maybe only the creator will know.¡± Roland shook his head.¡± But we can make a brazen guess; maybe it is a tower meant for observation. After all, the ruins have been submerged in water for a long period of time, and it is honestly not a good place for observation. So could it be possible that the terrain of the waters around Shadow Island a long time ago wasn¡¯t as low as it is today, or perhaps, the Sky-sea Realm was never that high before? Everything changed in the Battle of Divine Will, the observer and the observed no longer existed and only the magic power sustaining the telescope continues to point towards its initial target and hasn¡¯t changed till today.¡± ¡°No offense, but this just too absurd!¡± Camilla took a deep breath. ¡°Changes in altitude of two continents? Do you know how large of an influence that is to the entire sea?¡± ¡°Large enough to kill all land creatures.¡± Roland recalled the waves taller than mountains. ¡°Maybe that was God¡¯s original intention¡­ Of course, everything is just my conjecture. We can¡¯t treat it as the truth.¡± He suppressed his distracted thoughts and changed the topic. ¡°One more thing, Joan saw countless of sea monsters launching an attack at the black continent to the northeast of the Land of Dawn. Combining it with all the reports we have now, I guess that should be the demons¡¯ territory.¡± He walked over to the map and used a pencil to write down the name mentioned by Valkries. Blackstone Region Chapter 1372 - Torturer Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Is this¡­ how the world looks like?¡± Camilla suddenly seemed to realize something. ¡°That¡¯s right, if we roll the floor up, it will be a world map.¡± Roland placed the pencil down and said looking down at this toes, his mind wandering off. Who knew if it was a coincidence or not, but in history, Christopher Columbus traveled from the Spanish Port of Palos for 70 days and nights and arrived at the land now called America, thereby rewriting the way we view the world. Joan traveled in a similar fashion, and was the first to discover the general appearance of the world. Although the two had completely different intentions, their method of discovery were exactly the same¡ªhistory might not remember Joan¡¯s name, but the Exploration Group had turned into a reality because of her ¡®trip around the world¡¯. But that was whole point of being an explorer. To Roland, the most important point was undoubtedly to pinpoint the exact location of the Bottomless Land and Sky-sea Realm. Especially the former. Joan¡¯s discovery gave him the confirmation that the actualization of the Realm of Mind was not as far out as he had imagined, and it was evidently good news. At the very least, they had a clear parameter and goal in improving the designs for the bombers and ¡®Fire of Heaven.¡¯ Although the Sky-sea Realm which was situated above the sky was beyond their reach, it was fortunate that they were fighting against the demons. Even if they set off towards the east, they had to land at the west bank of the Land of Dawn, which was still a great distance away from the Fertile Plains. ¡°That leaves one final question.¡± Nightingale grunted. ¡°Who is the woman Joan encountered on the Shadow Island? There wasn¡¯t any traces of human inhabitants there, and if she is someone sent by God, we don¡¯t really have a reason to help her, right?¡± Roland kept silent for a long while. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that this is the most troublesome issue.¡± ¡°Why is that?¡± Camilla did not understand. ¡°Theoretically, regardless of who wins or loses in the Battle of Divine Will, if the ultimate result is still destruction, then God is our enemy.¡± He spoke with hesitation, ¡°But if the Guardian isn¡¯t expressing any hostility and has a completely different concept on good and evil from us, then¡­ they have never ever really thought anything of us at all. Such a relationship is like how we will tend to an injured bird.¡± The two witches looked at each other simultaneously in shock. But what came next was a bone chilling intent that shot up from the bottom of their feet. Both of them knew that if a group of birds stole grains, humans would kill them without hesitation. But no one truly treated birds as enemies, and would even save one or two from the claws of a cat. What came after that was irrelevant to good or evil, but the preference of an individual. The Battle of Divine Will had gone through multiple cycles and no one knew how many races had walked down the path of destruction. But the continuity of these civilizations would not cause God to hesitate. Even if the lady had saved Joan, it was not an action that represented favoritism towards the humans. ¡°This¡­ is really scary.¡± Camilla Dary muttered. ¡°I hope that my theory is wrong.¡± Roland sighed. ¡°But since we need to stop the Battle of Divine Will, I am afraid we can¡¯t escape facing God.¡± ¡°This is the price.¡± ¡°Stop your foolish act. You don¡¯t even know what you¡¯re up against!¡± ¡°¡ªEverything will be reduced to nothingness, and our endeavor¡¯s work over the past thousands of years will be wasted¡± ¡°You can¡¯t¡­ bear the heavy guilt brought about by such an¡­ horrific atrocity¡ª¡± The words rang out in his ears once again, as though a movie was being played back. After paying the price, the Battle of Divine Will still continues today, how can it be so easily stopped? Regardless of reality or the Dream World, this battle was inevitable. ¡­ At the Sedimentation Bay in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. All of that was left of the residential area once occupied by demons were in ruins. But after the gradual reinforcements of weapons and personnel from the First Army and the catching of enemies unprepared, the demons were forced to retreat out of the city within a month. The Red Mist storage towers in the plaza had been bombarded by the Longsong Cannons into smithereens¡ªtheir original plan of commanding the humans to transporting Blackstones mined from the north over and have the inferior demons that did not require the Red Mist to build more towers in other cities was an intimidating sight. But before the realization of the plan, the Red Mist storage towers that were in progress were destroyed by the cannons. Following human¡¯s progressive counterattack, the territory occupied and controlled by the demons decreased at a discernible pace, and signs of restoration were seen. Despite the downfall of the city, the dock became busy once again. Although the demons had destroyed the majority of roads and the pier during their retreat, the engineering team rebuilt up temporary roads within a week. For those who escaped the Red Mist region through great difficulty, it was undoubtedly good news. But not everyone that escaped south thought that way. ¡°Damn it, the rumors are true.¡± Looking at the border sentry posts set up by the roads, Negan Murray said spitefully, ¡°Who knew the demons that were meant to deal with Graycastle are so unreliable.¡± ¡°They are both monsters; it just depends on which side is more ruthless.¡± Talos Murray replied indifferently. Half of his face was hidden under the scarf which barely covered the scars extending across his face like subcutaneous worms. ¡°But since they have lost the support of the nobles, the Wimbledon family will soon lose everything. We don¡¯t have to worry about anything.¡± At this point, he turned and looked at the crowd lined up before him and spoke with a trace of ferocity, ¡°It is enough as long as we deal with that guy¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Negan became excited. ¡°Anyone who relies on that fellow from Graycastle is our enemy. We must make them pay.¡± ¡°But we have to endure for now.¡± Talos grasped Negan¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Wait for first light, then think about hunting.¡± Although the demons never acknowledged their own failure, it was a known fact that the number of monsters around Neverwinter had decreased. Compared to the ignorant citizens, the nobles had their means of obtaining information about the front lines. Knowing that the demons from hell were incapable of fighting Graycastle, panic started to spread among the nobles. Compared to the nobles with large and powerful enterprises, as a Knight, Talos did not have much of a burden. He was unwilling to work for these ugly aliens or rely on Graycastle which he had a grudge with. Knowing that there was no way out if he stayed in Everwinter, he felt that it was more sensible to move to a neutral land not under the control of Graycastle. Of course, anyone could hunt the refugees anywhere. He had plenty of time for revenge, or rather¡­ pleasure. Unknowingly, he grew fond of dictating everything. Listening to the refugees begging for forgiveness, tossing and rolling, and howling in grief left him addicted with power. Every time he immersed himself in the warm blood, the dulling pain from the scars on his face seemed to fade a little, as though the scars were responding to sacrificial offerings. Since it was impossible to revive the clan, why not enjoy this pleasure? Nothing else mattered more to him. Chapter 1373 - Smell of Blood Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°What¡¯s your name? Where are you from?¡± ¡°Nolan and this is my elder brother, Buenos. We come from Icebound Town.¡± Negan Murray answered the guard¡¯s questions smoothly. Before arriving at Sedimentation Bay, the two had asked around and learned that it was best to tell the truth to the guards of Graycastle to avoid encountering problems upon arriving south. But they never planned to visit Graycastle. Once through Cage Mountain, they would arrive in Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s territory with a vast hamlet to take refuge in. Relying on their combat experience, the two had no worries for their future. Thus compared to nobles, disguising as common folk made them less conspicuous. They had planned this ahead of time, to join as an imperial guard or patrol member for a feudal lord to provide them with a creditable identity in the day, and freedom to do whatever they wanted in the night. So long as they kept watch at the remote path, they were bound to find more refugees. ¡ªJust like what they did in the Kingdom of Everwinter. ¡°Ah? That¡¯s rather far from Sedimentation Bay.¡± The inspector made casual conversation while recording the details. ¡°The news of the demons retreating traveled so quickly? There are only a few northern people like you amongst the refugees.¡± Negan was slightly startled; the other party was clearly an ordinary person from his appearance and attire. But all the other ordinary citizens Negan encountered were only aware of their own situation and they were never knowledgeable about other events. But not only did the man from Graycastle know about Icebound Town, he was even able to mention the distance to this unknown place! ¡°Is¡­ that so? I heard it from a merchant friend as well, maybe soon enough, the people coming to Kingdom of Everwinter will increase?¡± But his answer also made Negan glad that he had chosen a town not far from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. If he had chosen Snow Reflection Castle situated at the north of Everwinter, it would have garnered suspicion. ¡°I hope so too.¡± The inspector turned to Talos Murray. ¡°Right, can your brother lift his scarf that¡¯s covering his face?¡± ¡°He was mauled by a beast before, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s convenient to reveal his face¡­¡± ¡°Apologies, but it is the rules. If there are any distinctive features, I have to write it down.¡± Negan frowned. Damn it, you¡¯re just a watchdog. My brother was once an officially conferred knight! If they were in the wilderness, Negan would have sliced the inspector¡¯s tongue out! ¡°Alright, it¡¯s nothing much,¡± Talos replied coldly. ¡°But just for a look.¡± He lifted the scarf, revealing the distorted half of his face. It might had been too horrific as the inspector could not help but take a step back, while everyone around all gasped in shock. But even so, the man from Graycastle continued to complete the record. ¡°Then¡­ here are your nameplates.¡± He handed over two metal plates. ¡°They are your only proof of your new identities, please do not lose them. You guys can go ahead to the detainment area and wait.¡± He¡¯s scared. Negan took the nameplate and sneered in his heart. The elder brother¡¯s expression remained indifferent, but in fact, his killing intent had been stirred. The aura honed from his clashes was not something any common folk could endure. In addition to his hideous face, it increased the intimidation severalfold. For the other party to not fall to the ground on his buttocks was considered commendable. It was a pity they were not somewhere they could cause trouble. There were armed Graycastle guards around. No matter how strong the two of them were, it was impossible for them to avoid the invisible crossbow arrows. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Talos covered his face and nodded. ¡°Yes.¡± Negan pushed through the crowd and took the lead to enter the port. Soon after, he stopped in his tracks. ¡°Brother, they plan to load everyone up¡­¡± Talos had also noticed the Graycastle guards¡¯ arrangements. Their original seemingly sound plans involved getting past the checkpoint and finding an opportunity to act freely, but it seemed that the Graycastle guards never had the intention of allowing the refugees of dispersing. The path from the sentry post to the detainment area had brightly-colored strips to guide the way, so long as the refugees followed the strips, they would be led to the dock where they would ascend the docked ships. Although the strips were not restrictive in any way, there were patrolling guards all around. The guards paced back and forth around their stipulated areas. If the two of them were to leave the colored strips and move away from the crowd, the guards would not ignore their actions. And the greatest difference from their plans was undoubtedly the city itself. Sedimentation Bay¡¯s core region was in complete ruins. There were hardly any intact buildings, much less inhabitants around. This not only prevented them from mixing with the locals, but also made it difficult for them to cover their tracks. It was completely different from Everwinter! Both places were clearly occupied by demons before, but regardless of Snow Reflection Castle or any other cities, all their foundations were preserved well. Who would had anticipated that the south had turned into such a state? ¡°What do we do now?¡± Negan could not help but reveal a look of worry. Once they boarded the ship, their fates would be up in the air. If they ended up heading for Graycastle, where could they run to? Staying in their original spot was obviously not a choice. Any refugee would only hope to leave the land of demons. If they did not move forward, they would still look suspicious and gain the attention of the guards. ¡°You¡¯re just too impetuous, that¡¯s why you never received the conferment from His Majesty.¡± Talos sighed. ¡°Walk slowly and don¡¯t stop. The dock is big, it is impossible for Graycastle personnel to cover the area flawlessly. Look at their numbers and you¡¯ll know, there are less than a hundred of them. As long as we watch them carefully, we will definitely find an opportunity to leave.¡± After hearing his elder brother¡¯s words, Negan gradually calmed down. Talos Murray was usually an extremely cold and cool-headed person no matter how crazy he was when killing someone or basking in pleasure after a victory. Negan believed that so long as he listened to his brother, there were no impossible obstacles. Half a minute later, Negan discovered an opportunity. ¡°Brother, look there!¡± he exclaimed softly. ¡°¡­ Inconceivable.¡± Talos nodded his head after observing for a moment. ¡°I have to admit that Graycastle is truly a notch above the rest when it comes to unorthodox practices, they can even do that to horse carriages.¡± At a corner of the dock were 10 four-wheeled vehicles with enormous dimensions that not even ordinary carriages meant to carry goods could compare with. All the food and supplies appeared to be supplied by these carriages, with many porters shuttling between the vehicles and the dock, transporting bags and bags of supplies up the ships. The number of people there made it relatively chaotic and it was relatively close to the detainment area. It was not difficult for them to move towards the vehicles. The only thing was, moving to the vehicles did not imply that they had escaped the restricted area controlled by Graycastle¡ªUnless they could dodge the firearms, they would definitely be overtaken and captured by the patrolling guards. The only way was to steal a carriage and escape. Although the four-wheeled carriages were large, they were still manually operated and were different from horse carts. The coachman¡¯s position seemed to be inside the carriage. In other words, as long as they found an opportunity to hijack the driver, they could guarantee that they would not be discovered. Negan and Talos looked at each other and confirmed their unanimous idea. The plan was to make use of the size of the vehicles to cover their tracks, find a carriage which was preparing for departure, and slit the throat of the driver. Everything after that would fall into place naturally. The two of them immediately took action. The entire process was more of a daunting experience than having the fear of danger. Although many porters noticed their movements, the only response from the porters was to remind the brothers the direction of the ship and not question them. The two acted as though they were attracted to the appearance of the large carriages and easily fooled the crowd. After all, everyone was busy transporting supplies and no one was willing to make a fuss. Once they entered a blindspot, Negan and Talos quickly bent down and ran to the closest vehicle which looked loaded from the outside. It looked as though their plan to escape was just a step away. Right at that moment, a question suddenly came out from behind them. ¡°Who are you guys?¡± The hairs on Negan¡¯s body immediately stood up. He immediately turned his head to come face to face with a cloaked girl that had appeared behind them without them realizing it. The girl cocked her head, the shroud of the cloak covering half of her face. He reached his hand out to his waist but was secretly stopped by Talos. ¡°Apologies¡­ we are refugees from Icebound Town. We initially thought to look at these shocking creations and didn¡¯t think that we would end up here.¡± ¡°Is that so, refugees¡­¡± The girl laughed, showing no intention to leave. ¡°But, why is there such a rich smell of blood on the both of you?¡± Chapter 1374 - Worthiness of the Strong Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°What did you say?¡± Negan said, frustrated. ¡°Smell of blood? Do you think you are a dog?¡± What is this person babbling about? He doesn¡¯t seem sane in any way. His tone has a hint of provocation and ridicule. No typical person would ever say such things to a stranger that they are meeting for the first time. If it was any other day, he would have had the interest to entertain her, but at that moment, their escape from Sedimentation Bay was of utmost priority, and the best way to deal with a fool was to silence her. Negan increased the strength in his grip and conveyed his thoughts to his older brother. The latter did not loosen up. ¡°I think¡­ you are mistaken. We are at the docks, killing fishes and drying them isn¡¯t a rare occurrence.¡± ¡°The difference between the smell of human blood and the smell of fish is like comparing heaven to earth.¡± The girl remained nonchalant. ¡°If it was just a single smell, you could have explained it away with a wound, but the smell of blood on your bodies is a mixture and difficult to miss. Some of them are old, probably separated by several months, while some are relatively new, afflicted maybe two to three days ago¡ªthey are currently emanating out from beneath your clothes without end.¡± Beneath our clothes? Negan was startled. To majority of knights, a portable and sturdy armor was definitely the most precious asset they could have. If meticulously taken care off, the armor could last for a few generations, and that was what the Murrays took pride in. They had given up on their land in Everwinter, but they had never abandoned their armors and weapons. The two had donned large coats and robes to hide their armor, which was nothing strange during winter. It was only when they killed others for pleasure would they remove the coats and robes¡ªBesides gaining more mobility and flexibility, the action of removing their outer clothes removed any worries of staining their clothes. As for the armor, they only had to wipe clean the metallic surface to restore its bright and clean state, at the same time maintaining the armor with grease. But this was information no one knew, how did she come to know about it? Could it be¡­ that she had really relied on her nose to detect the blood? Unease immediately surged in Negan¡¯s heart. Right at this moment, the force that held down his hand suddenly loosened. All he saw was a blur as Talos appeared in front of the girl with a charge. His elder brother did not even draw his weapon out. To a trained veteran, fists and joints were sufficient to doom an enemy. Talos movements could be considered as fast as lightning, only taking a blink to move and unleash his hand. Negan felt that even he would have difficulty reacting against his brother. In terms of techniques and capabilities, his elder brother was definitely Everwinter¡¯s top knight. Whether or not the other party was an idiot, a lunatic, or an ordinary person with an extraordinary sense of smell, she was already a dead person. However, the sound of her neck breaking did not sound. Instead, Negan heard two crisp, cracking sounds. The lady lifted her elbow and deflected the metallic hand which was aimed for her neck, then intercepted Talos¡¯ left jab with a single palm¡ª Negan¡¯s eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets! How is that possible? Ignoring fighting techniques, just based on the disparity of strength between a male and a female was enough to determine everything. But, it was his first time witnessing his elder brother being intercepted by someone with a single hand! In that instant, the two exchanged multiple moves, yet Talos was unable to land any fatal strikes on her. After separating, he finally tore off his robes and drew a dagger. ¡°Brother, together!¡± The low growl had a hint of anxiousness. Negan immediately realized that his elder brother had used the judgment as a Knight and realized that the other party was not someone who could be taken down alone. ¡°Who are you exactly?¡± he clenched his teeth and drew out a knife and stooped beside Talos. ¡°Who I am isn¡¯t important. More importantly, the two of you aren¡¯t ordinary refugees¡ªSo the two of you have to have to explain the reason for lying.¡± The lady spread out her hands, as though indicating she was fine empty-handed. ¡°If you surrender now, maybe you¡¯ll suffer less. But murder is a serious crime. According to Graycastle law, once it is confirmed that the blood on your hands comes from innocent people, you will be condemned to death regardless of whatever reasons you give.¡± Has she gone¡­ crazy!? She looked as though she was advising them, but her words and actions were obviously forcing them to a corner¡ªwho in the right mind will ever mention death as the outcome so sincerely at the onset? Anyone who was informed that they were bound to die would definitely not sit idle to be captured. In other words, she was obviously forcing them to take action! Saying anything more was pointless! When Talos moved forward and stabbed out with his dagger, Negan followed right on his heels. He came from the side, reducing the girl¡¯s ability to dodge and also preventing her from turning and running away. But the other party showed no intention of escaping. Aside from that, she did not even attempt screaming for help, but engaged them in combat. It was only after experiencing her abilities did Negan realize how terrifying she was. All her attacks were filled with vigorous strength which he had to withstand with all his strength. Even her seemingly light and easy attacks required Negan to hold onto his dagger handle firmly, otherwise the impacts could have easily disarmed him. It was simply unimaginable how the other person¡¯s build could conceal so much strength. ¡°Stop holding back, she isn¡¯t a threat to us!¡± Talos¡¯ growl jolted Negan back to his senses. That¡¯s right, they were equipped with armor, but she was unarmed. There was no need to fight according to conventions. Even if they suffered a punch or two, it was nothing. A battle of attrition was only beneficial to them! He threw his dagger at the girl, then nimbly extended his arms out as he pounced straight towards her¡ª This was undoubtedly a suicidal move in a normal battle situation. But the girl was relying on her fists and legs, what could she do? In what followed, Negan felt an acute pain erupt from his face. He felt as though his nose had sunken into his skull as his vision instantly blurred with the taste of rust filling up his entire throat. What the hell, this hurts¡­ But you¡¯re finished! He clenched his teeth and endured the pain as he exhausted all the energy in his body to fold his arms. The distance was perfect for daggers or short swords. Being restricted in such a hug was undoubtedly the end! And if she wanted to dodge his hug, she had to break her defensive stance and bound to reveal flaws! Negan believed that his brother would definitely grasp the opportunity! Sure enough, due to her excessive movements to avoid him, the lady¡¯s entire body stooped down and became helpless in stopping Talos¡¯s intrusion. Talos took a step forward and raised his sword. A gray light slashed in an inclined angle towards the girl¡¯s head, but the latter raised her head upwards like a snake¡¯s tongue. Even before having the time to exhale, the girl that had stooped down did not scream in pain as anticipated, or fall face first to the ground. Instead, she borrowed the momentum of her actions and kicked twice, sending him and Talos flying! But what Negan felt was not a kick, but a battering ram slamming into him! A loud bang occurred as he slammed right into the four-wheeled carriage behind him. His armor was unable to offset the impact from both sides, causing the power to transmit into his body and forced him to cough blood. Upon falling to the ground, the girl stood up firmly once again, the hood removed from her head and revealing her smooth hair¡­ and a pair of furry ears, but the wounds he had expected were absent. Negan¡¯s heart fell to rock bottom. The strike that he thought landed was a misconception from touching the rim of her hood. The only thing his brother slashed open was the girl¡¯s hood! And those unusual ears¡­ ¡°Ahem¡­ you ugly¡­ monster!¡± Talos had a hand on his chest as he stood up slowly. ¡°I have a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation, but how are you¡­ unaffected!¡± ¡°That¡¯s because I haven¡¯t used my abilities.¡± The girl touched her hood wistfully. ¡°As for you calling me ugly, it¡¯s just your poor appreciation for beauty. No one in Neverwinter will agree with you, I have even received praises from the chief before.¡± ¡°Really¡ªa load of rubbish!¡± Negan coughed blood out and spoke, ¡°My brother is a Knight conferred by the Queen of Everwinter, even the Knights from King¡¯s City Knightage can¡¯t beat him! Do you think you can defeat my brother if not for you relying on your demonic power? Stop dreaming!¡± ¡°Is that so? Maybe you haven¡¯t realized it yet¡­ the changes in your body.¡± The girl closed her eyes. ¡°May I ask, is the blood on your body from opponents with strength comparable to yours?¡± ¡°What¡­ is your point?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not? Although the two of you are fierce in your techniques, you lack the drive and the determination in surviving a life and death battle.¡± She spoke slowly, ¡°I have seen so many like you. Upon gaining some success, you become unwilling to move forward and only dare to turn back to bully and humiliate the weak to preserve your own position. With the passage of time, this mentality will have soaked deep into your bones and become muscle memory¡ªNo matter how many of such victories you have, they will never make you stronger.¡± ¡°Compared to the opponents I have faced, there are Transcendents wielding power that leads you to despair and Ancient Witches extremely proficient in their respective skills. That is the difference. Maybe the two of you used to have your unique strengths, but now¡­¡± She paused, ¡°You¡¯re no longer worthy to be amongst the strong.¡± Chapter 1375 - One Strike Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations We¡­ are the weaklings? When this thought surfaced, Negan was completely stunned in place. He subconsciously regarded her words as rubbish, but it had in fact, ruthlessly reminded him that even when armed and holding the advantage in terms of numbers, they were unable to defeat her. They hated Roland Wimbledon, hated the people of Graycastle people, and hated hot weapons even more. It was precisely because of such unreasonable things that allowed even the most common of folks to be able to threaten knights that had trained arduously for decades. All of the common folks should had been crawling at their feet and relying on their protection. That was the convention of the world, the order recognized by society! If not for the existence of hot weapons, he and his brother would still be invincible warriors before others! But not only did the girl before them fight them without hot weapons, she did not even use cold weapons¡ªsomething which they were most confident in, but had lost to. When the inconceivable fact and shaken faith struck together, it left their minds momentarily adrift. ¡°As expected from a witch, proficient in misleading the public with your lies¡­ relying on strength to win? Don¡¯t make me laugh!¡± Talos gasped for air twice. ¡°You¡¯ve merely used some sort of unclean power and contaminated my God¡¯s Stone¡­ Cough cough, if the Church of Hermes was still around, would you even dare reveal yourself? Aside from the damned Graycastle King who has destroyed tradition, you witches are the next who belong in Hell!¡± ¡°Nonsense!¡± A masculine voice suddenly interrupted from the front of the carriage. ¡°I¡¯m a member of the Church and ferried dozens of Witches. Not only did they show themselves, but they even praised my driving! Even the past and current leaders of the Church are Witches, and you¡¯re talking to me about tradition? They are the bloody tradition!¡± Negan and Talos could not help but looked at each other¡ª That was clearly the coachman talking! There is always a way out. Kidnap the coachman and leave the place first, before coming back in the future to take revenge! As long as one of us somewhat stalls the wolf girl. Comparing their strengths, this matter was naturally best left to the stronger elder brother¡ª But before Negan could speak, Talos suddenly grabbed him, and threw him towards the wolf girl with a roar! ¡°Broth¡ª¡± He watched in disbelief as his elder brother turned and ran towards the vehicle, leaving behind his back view that quickly pulled away. The girl slapped him to the ground ruthlessly, then added a kick as heavy as a battering ram to his head and caused his eyes to black out as he quickly lost consciousness. Just before his stunned and despairing thoughts were cut short abruptly, he faintly heard a mutter from above. ¡°The person there isn¡¯t someone you guys can handle either¡­¡± Talos quickly covered the distance of over ten steps. Right as he was about to charge into the carriage, a human figure suddenly walked out from behind. The figure belonged to another girl dressed in a dark gray uniform and was none other than the dressing which Negan and Talos previously observed as the dressing for the coachmen. It turned out that each large carriage had two coachmen. Could this person be a Witch as well? Since they were only ordinary people, it made no difference between one or two persons¡ªOr in other words, having one of them to drive the vehicle was sufficient! Compared to the male who shouted, obviously the girl was easier to control. Talos intended to capture the girl before stabbing the brazen man who dared to refute him to death. He did not even think anything of the steel rod in the female driver¡¯s hands. He pulled off his scarf and roared at his enemy, sprinting while raising the dagger in hand to intimidate the girl and threaten her to submit with the blade at her neck. But her calm expression surprised Talos. Not a single trace of uncertainty surfaced, as though ignoring his ferocious appearance. But what shocked him further came next. The female driver tilted her body slightly as she held the steel rod vertically with both hands. It was clearly the stance for slashing downwards! Is she¡­ proficient with sword techniques? The moment this thought surfaced, the other party was already in motion with the steel rod swinging down at him¡ª Damn it! Her huge and open gestures looked as though she was gambling with her life. In the eyes of laymen, it was no different from courting death, but to Talos, her strikec contained an oppressive power that could not be stopped. It felt as though the upper end of the steel rod had enlarged by dozens times and completely blocked off every path he could take! Everything happened too quickly. Talos was already in the middle of a sprint and could not stop. If he maintained his stance, his dagger might be able to reach her throat, but the steel rod would definitely split his head into two! It was simply incredulous! Talos discovered that his body had subconsciously reacted and quickly rotated the blade, raising both hands horizontally across his head in anticipation of the blow that was about to arrive. ¡°Break!¡± The girl¡¯s steel rod smashed down firmly onto the middle of the blade. The immense force surpassed the short and curved blade¡¯s limits and forcefully shattered it! The momentum of the rod was not reduced as it continued to slam down through the sparks and metallic fragments, straight at his face. How is this possible¡­ Talos only felt a huge boom echoing in his ears. Without even uttering a sound, he fell rigidly onto the floor as his entire body twitched incessantly. But it was the automatic muscle reflexes of his body, and he had already lost consciousness. ¡°It¡¯s settled?¡± Joe looked out of the car window. ¡°Yes, if he had decided to continue with his stab, maybe we would had fought longer.¡± Farrina flung the blood on her hands away. ¡°Once he gets cold feet, one strike is more than enough. Of course, your lure was equally important. Well done.¡± Joe let out a mischievous laughter. ¡°Don¡¯t forget that I was once a noble, one known to be proficient in the art of cursing others¡ªI can assure you that there will not be a single repeat in a hundred sentences.¡± Farrina raised her head and looked at the person she needed. ¡°He is clearly a noble, yet the two of you are completely different¡­ sometimes I get caught up in the confusion, why are there so much differences between humans. Was that the intention of the Creator?¡± ¡°You are¡­ different as well.¡± Joe¡¯s line of sight moved away slightly, but he quickly looked back at her. ¡°That is why I¡¯m so attracted to you.¡± ¡°Joe¡­¡± ¡°Farrina¡­¡± ¡°Ahem, Sorry.¡± Lorgar interrupted their intimate moment. ¡°Is he dead?¡± The wolf girl carried the fainted attacker with one hand and walked to the side of the vehicle before throwing him onto the other body. ¡°Ummm¡­ I think he is still breathing,¡± Farrina replied, ¡°How did you know we were already here?¡± Lorgar nodded her head. ¡°I heard your footsteps. As expected of the captain of the Judgment Army, to be able to notice the commotion and intercept the enemy so quickly.¡± ¡°They already lost their willpower after exchanging blows with you, I merely took advantage of it.¡± Farrina chuckled. ¡°What you said just now was indeed true, if there is an opportunity in the future, may I spar with you?¡± Lorgar¡¯s ears pricked up. ¡°Of course we can; I can¡¯t wish for any better.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not too late to continue this conversation in the future.¡± Joe sighed. ¡°The problem now¡­ What should we do with the two of them?¡± ¡°Hand them over to the First Army and let them interrogate them first. Since they are equipped with armor, they are obviously not ordinary refugees.¡± Lorgar replied matter-of-factly. ¡°As for what to do with them, just let them decide.¡± Chapter 1376 - Witnessing a Miracle Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Everwinter, King¡¯s City. ¡°My lord¡­ Lord Marwayne¡­¡± Someone nudged his arm. Annoyed, Marwayne opened his eyes. He took some time before he regained his blurred vision¡¯s focus, and the familiar butler¡¯s face appeared before him. ¡°Why is it you again.¡± Marwayne hiccupped and expended a great deal of strength to stand up, accidentally knocking over the wine bottles on the short table, one of which fell to the ground and shattered loudly. The sound jolted him awake. What came next was a splitting hangover. Marwayne was up the entire night till the wee hours of four to five in the morning impressing ladies into drinking with him until he knocked out on the coach. Marwayne squinted his eyes and looked upon the soft couch by the side. There were all sorts of beverages and other fluids sprinkled all over the couch, while the fireplace that had lasted through the entire night produced an unpleasant smell. The ladies from the night before had long disappeared, obviously lacking when it came to their ability to serve. Hell, how did I end up sleeping here last night? ¡°Burn it.¡± Marwayne wiped away the drool on his face and moved into a more comfortable position, alleviating his headache. ¡°So, my distinguished Butler, what bad news do you have for me today Which knight fled or did men from Graycastle enter Everwinter?¡± ¡°I do not dare, my Lord.¡± The butler immediately bowed his back lower. The initiative to attack the Graycastle teams was his idea, and he did not want to have the lord target redirected at him. ¡°The men from Graycastle are still fighting the demons at the Kingdom of Wolfheart. They will not be able to enter Everwinter in the short term, please do not worry about it¡ª¡± ¡°Heh, doesn¡¯t that just mean it¡¯s a matter of time?¡± Marwayne interrupted him, his alcohol breath assailing his own nose. ¡°There hasn¡¯t been any reinforcements to the demon forces all this while. Even that so-called Sky Lord has disappeared without a trace. Anyone can clearly see that the situation has changed, so what¡¯s the use in consoling me?¡± ¡°No, my Lord¡ª¡± ¡°Listen!¡± Marwayne growled. ¡°I know what you want to say: pull yourself together, don¡¯t give up¡ªYou saw it for yourself, despite us holding the same weapons, our people were still utterly defeated by Graycastle. What does that say? It means that the disparity isn¡¯t with the lords, but the lowest rung troops, and their people! They dared to confront firearms head-on, but what about us? We only dared to cover our heads and sneak away like rats! ¡°How many people are there left in King¡¯s City? Viscount Narnos? No, his territory should now earn him the title of a Count. Duke Remy? Half of his family are in Everwinter, he can¡¯t leave even if he wants to. And the other families¡­ Indeed, they are still considered nobles, but do they not want to leave! No!¡± At this point, his tone suddenly reached a crescendo. ¡°They can¡¯t leave! They are unwilling to abandon their family property amassed through generations and start from nothing! So long as there is a way, they will not resign to their fates! But this will not happen for the knights I¡¯ve recruited. The deed has no binding clauses, they can simply take their deeds and leave and come back after the war. So the only thing I can do is keep my doors closed and urge them to stay by inviting them over! ¡°This isn¡¯t about living in self-abandonment, much less about escaping, understand?¡± Marwayne picked up a bottle of wine in passing and poured some into his mouth. ¡°Once I honor the promise, they will immediately disappear! Since our subordinates and people cannot compete with Graycastle, then we can only rely on the demons. As long as they can defeat Roland Wimbledon, the people will once again settle down. When that moment comes, I will supply the deeds again. At that time, the knights will become my biggest help!¡± ¡°My Lord¡­ I know that, but I need to inform you, the Sky¡ª¡± ¡°Shut up, you know nothing!¡± Marwayne¡¯s voice went into a slight vibrato. ¡°You think of me as weak, incapable, a drunkard that relishes in alcohol everyday. But the truth is not so, my plans have no flaws, the flaw lies in the demons who were defeated! If they can¡¯t even defeat Graycastle, what can I do by myself? It doesn¡¯t matter that the others leave, but even Fueler, someone I regarded so highly, has left, so what if I become the King of Everwinter? Why not drink more fine wine¡­ After all, there won¡¯t be a chance in the future. ¡°So from now on, you need not report to me any bad news. It¡¯s sufficient that you know about them. Prepare more fine wine for me tonight, I remember that there are more stored in the underground storehouse beneath King¡¯s City, right? Now¡­ Get out.¡± Marwayne buried his face in his hands and laid back down on the soft couch. ¡°My Lord, what I wanted to say was, his Excellency Sky Lord is currently waiting in the castle¡¯s parlor. He has a new decree for you.¡± The butler finally found the opportunity to speak and quickly let everything out. ¡°Wh¡ªwhat did you say?¡± Marwayne sat up. ¡°The Sky Lord is here? Why didn¡¯t you say so earlier? Quick, prepare a basin of hot water for me. I will wash up and head over now!¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need.¡± A low voice suddenly came out from the door¡¯s entrance. The two were startled and turned their heads, only to see a tall and blue skinned figure push the doors open and walk in. It was Hackzord. He took a look at the mess of empty alcohol bottles everywhere and revealed an unconcealed look of disdain. ¡°And I thought you were being held back by something important. Looks like I¡¯ve wronged you. Why, do you think that the outcome of this battle has already been determined?¡± Damn it, he heard my rants! Marwayne immediately knelt on one knee and even thought of giving himself a slap. ¡°No, Your Excellency, I was just¡ª¡± ¡°In consideration of your knowledge and experience, I can pardon you this time. But there will not be a second time; otherwise, I will definitely cut your tongue out.¡± Hackzord spoke coldly, ¡°Our enemies did perform past our expectations in the early stages, but that was only then. In fact, their good days have come to an end, not only for the Kingdom of Wolfheart, Kingdom of Dawn or Graycastle. They will all be devoured by the flames of war; that is the fate of resisting us.¡± ¡°Your Excellency Sky Lord, can I ask¡­ is that true?¡± Marwayne was skeptical. He had long assumed Everwinter was finished, and was planning to beg a Demon Grand Lord for shelter. But from his words, the outcome of the battle was not too bad, at least not to the point of being irredeemable. Before, the demons thought that Graycastle would not last a single attack as well, so Marwayne did not entirely believe in Hackzord¡¯s words. Hackzord sneered. ¡°Your doubt is pardonable, but when you witness the power of my race, I believe that you will trust the weight of my words.¡± With that said, he extended his hands and opened a bizarre purple light ¡®door.¡¯ ¡°Follow me.¡± Marwayne gulped, bit the bullet, and entered the portal. On the other side was yet another hall, and to Marwayne¡¯s surprise, he saw many familiar faces. For instance, Narnos and Remy. Sky Lord had obviously gathered most of the Everwinter nobles. Before any questions were raised, the demon Grand Lord opened yet another portal. His intentions were clearly self-evident. Everyone looked at each other, before forming a long line in front of the portal. The journey took an entire day. Marwayne could not remember the number of portals he entered; the scenery around him would occasionally be a cave, or sometimes a mountain ridge. The further they went, the more unease he felt. Although he knew that it only required a thought from the demon to kill him, the forceful transportation to an unknown location made him feel even more afraid. When nightfall came, the nobles finally arrived at the final location. The last portal behind them slowly disappeared. That was when Marwayne Parker opened his eyes abruptly! ¡°This is¡­¡± He saw a miracle! That¡¯s right, even if he used up all the words he could possibly think of, he was unable to accurately describe everything he saw. Aside from calling it a miracle, he could not think of anything else! The other nobles were not any better. All of them had their mouths wide open, speechless. None of them could even finish a complete sentence. ¡°Now, you have all witnessed it.¡± Hackzord spoke up indifferently. Chapter 1377 - The Converging Crisis Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations What the Grand Lord had said was no empty talk; the scene before them was something no human could ever hope to strive for. Marwayne was completely unable to imagine how Graycastle would deal with the miracle before them. Other than raising their heads to look up, the only other thing they could possibly do was to pray. The demons are bound to win this war. He no longer had any doubts. All his frustration and fear from before were swept clean and replaced with an indescribable excitement. Since the demons could win the war, his payback would no longer be imaginary. This contrast could not be in any way compared to a drowning person gaining a new lease of life but a person at the end of the road being welcomed back to the peak! As for the Knights that had escaped, they were bound to feel remorse for the rest of their lives¡ªNo, not only that, they no longer had the right to live to ripe old ages. Marwayne swore that the very first thing he did as King of Everwinter was to take care of the traitors! Marwayne knelt down emotionally and lowered his head towards Hackzord. ¡°Yes, we have seen it.¡± The other nobles replicated his actions. ¡°This is the Deity of Gods that belongs to my race, and also the most direct form of displaying true power,¡± Skylord said with his hands to his back. ¡°Bringing all of you here was not just to dispel your doubts because I have a mission for all of you to complete.¡± ¡°We await your instructions!¡± everyone immediately replied. ¡°It will still take some time for the Deity of Gods to arrive at the Impassable Mountain Range, but the territories that you are all in charge of have signs of losing control. Every single one of the deserters have the possibility of becoming enemies and I do not want the situation to worsen as it is.¡± He swept his gaze across everyone. ¡°From now on, all of you will organize manpower and evacuate everyone here. At the same time, I will mark out a region here in the Deity of Gods for all of you to reside in, until the Battle of Divine Will is over.¡± ¡°You¡­ want to let the scums ascend to the the miracle?¡± Narnos asked in surprise. ¡°Whose fault do you think this is?¡± Hackzord glanced at him coldly. The latter immediately closed his mouth. ¡°It will not take long for the news of the Knights escaping to spread to the lower class. That is when Everwinter¡¯s social order will completely crumble. Rather than allowing Graycastle to take advantage of them, it¡¯s better to control them before the snowball effect comes into play. If any of them challenges you, use a blade or sword to shut them up. That shouldn¡¯t be difficult for you.¡± ¡°Of course, of course.¡± Marwayne was the first to take a stand. ¡°I will do it now.¡± The other nobles agreed in succession. ¡°Be at ease, your territories will not be abandoned, because the battle will not last long.¡± Hackzord seemed to have noticed their worries. ¡°Aside from that, joining the Deity of Gods implies that you have participated in the war. This will increase your contribution to the war and when the time comes to distribute the human realm, obviously we will not overlook this. Understood?¡± Happiness immediately filled the hearts of the nobles. The failure of their sneak attack on the small Graycastle team had undoubtedly failed to satisfy the Grand Lord, but the opportunity to make amends had appeared once more, with the possibility of improving their positions. This immediately stirred up their emotions. ¡°Yes, of course! We will do our best!¡± Hackzord opened a new portal. ¡°It¡¯s good that you understand. I only have two requests, evacuate as quickly as you can, and do not reveal the existence of the Deity of Gods. Now, start moving.¡± ¡­ After sending the nobles back, he walked deep into the great rupture. Hackzord endured great pressure from the majority for allowing the ¡°lowlifes¡± to interact with the Deity of Gods. Not all the Grand Lords were on the same page, and Mask felt that it was blasphemous, but Hackzord managed to pull it off with his status as the Commander of the Western Front. Skylord gradually realized that the Graycastle warriors were nothing special. They might had been farmers or hunters, but after a few months of training, they joined the army as new recruits with firearms capable of killing their trained counterparts. In other words, the efficiency of their enemy¡¯s build up soldiers had far surpassed any kind that the Demons had ever faced. Even Mask¡¯s prideful Symbiotic Demons were unable to reach that level of efficiency. It was the reason why Graycastle was raking in people from both Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart frenetically, not because they were a burden or for a long-term plan, but because they were provided practical short-term benefits! Once order in any noble¡¯s territory collapsed, it meant gifting the enemy a large quantity of soldiers. It was what Hackzord was trying to prevent. At the same time, their work efficiency was nowhere inferior to the Demons. Hackzord considered killing them as a waste, and decided to move them to the Deity of Gods to serve the Demons. Therefore, this plan could be considered the most rational choice based on the present circumstances. Of course, the others did not approve of it, but Hackzord couldn¡¯t care less. The Deity of Gods or any so-called holy land were not as important as winning. Hackzord was already betting everything on the Western Front; not only did he promise the King, he had even applied for the Deity of Gods. This just added to the discourse and blame he was already receiving. Compared to the pressure from his superiors, Sky City caused an even bigger problem for Hackzord. He walked down the steps of Birth Tower to the lowest level, where another dark figure now laid within the thick and dense Red Mist Pond. The figure sat opposite Nightmare, motionless with both hands holding onto its palms like a statue. ¡°You haven¡¯t given up?¡± Hackzord frowned in annoyance. ¡°If there were any clues about her in the Realm of Mind, I would have done so a long time ago.¡± He did not know what kind of bad luck he had received to have every single one of his peers so unreliable. This person was Silent Disaster, who was sent to the Western Front as reinforcement. Just like its name, the Silent Disaster was wrapped up tightly in its armor, rarely revealing its true face and hardly ever spoke. No one truly knew what was on its mind. But Silent Disaster was different from the Mask and the other Grand lords; its individual strength was known amongst the Grand Lords, and even Sky Lord himself did not dare criticize it much. If it was any other person, Sky Lord would had cursed a long time ago. After all, Sky Lord had waited quite a while for the arrival of the reinforcements, but upon arriving in Sky City, the first thing Silent Disaster did was to run straight to the Red Mist Pond to accompany the Nightmare Lord¡¯s body instead of clarifying the situation. Everyone knew that getting lost in the Realm of Mind indicated a high probability of never returning. One could use the vast ocean, the sun and stars as indicators, but the Realm of Mind had nothing¡ªIt was always in chaos with storm-like undercurrents, making the preservation of oneself a challenge. Additionally, one¡¯s consciousness would experience continuous erosion. The Nightmare Lord had been gone for a few months. Even if it did come back, it might not be the ¡®it¡¯ from before. ¡°It must have discovered some leads and decided to take the risk,¡± Silent Disaster commented, ¡°Since it is related to Valkries, I had to verify it personally.¡± Silent Disaster obviously did not trust Hackzord, leaving him to massage his forehead helplessly. Although the Nightmare Lord was a unique existence to the other Grand Lords, it was even more special for a few others¡ªSilent Disaster being one of them. Hackzord remembered that Silent Disaster¡¯s upgrade ceremony was presided by the Nightmare Lord. ¡°And you¡¯ve confirmed it?¡± ¡°Almost, but my conclusion is different from yours.¡± Silent Disaster spoke concisely. ¡°I believe that Nightmare Lord isn¡¯t completely lost, and is merely trapped somewhere in the Realm of Mind.¡± ¡°Reason?¡± ¡°Intuition.¡± Heh, intuition. Hackzord silently lampooned, if there was something more unreliable than the Mask¡¯s promise, that would be the Silent Disaster¡¯s intuition. ¡°How does your conclusion bring any help? You¡¯re unable to track down Nightmare Lord and unable to wake it up. In the end, nothing¡¯s changed. Rather than spending more time here, why not think of ways to deal with the humans.¡± That male human.¡± Silent Disaster looked at Hackzord. ¡°What?¡± ¡°I will help you destroy the humans; that is the goal of me being here.¡± It suddenly stood up from the Red Mist Pond, its helmet flickering with a dangerous red light. ¡°But the male human that appeared in the Legacy Hall must be left to me. I think that the Nightmare Lord¡¯s whereabouts is linked to him.¡± Chapter 1378 - Rewards and Punishments Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Five days later, Farrina and Joe received information from the First Army¡¯s liaison en route. The Army¡¯s commander-in-chief, Iron Axe, had requested to meet them. After going all the way to Cage Mountain, they walked into a conference room and discovered there was more than one person inside. The epaulets on their shoulders revealed that they were all high-ranking officials of the First Army. Joe swallowed his saliva in nervousness. Farrina remained calm and gave a military salute. ¡°First Transport team, second vehicle convoy member, Farrina, is here to report.¡± Iron Axe and the others smiled and returned the salute. None of them had any airs. This surprised her slightly. The Hermes Church¡¯s style instilled in her the habit of ignoring the hierarchy disparity, causing her to always handle affairs bluntly. She never expected for the high officials of Graycastle army to do the same, to the point of surpassing the Hermes Church. The reason for her calmness was her clear conscience, but that did not indicate that she had forgotten she used to be a ¡®scapegoat¡¯ for the Judgment Army¡ªIt would be nothing strange if she suffered from a cold shoulder. But no one showed any contempt. Even the Church had never been so friendly towards their non-parishioners. ¡°What is the reason¡­ for informing me to be present today?¡± Farrina¡¯s gaze landed on Iron Axe. ¡°Do you still remember the Everwinter Knights you captured a few days ago back in Sedimentation Bay?¡± Iron Axe got right to the point. ¡°We have already confirmed their identities, as well as the crimes they have committed.¡± Farrina suddenly realized something. ¡°Are they very important to the First Army?¡± ¡°Yes and no.¡± Iron Axe replied, ¡°They are nothing when it comes to the entire war situation. But to the people that have offered their lives for the war, their imprisonment means that criminals will ultimately not escape from punishment. In a sense, this will comfort those who have sacrificed themselves.¡± After that, Farrina listened to a story involving blood. In the beginning, news of the intruder did not capture the attention of the higher-ups since such occurrences of refugees deceiving their way through the barrier were encountered three to four times a day. They were either unimportant nobles or wealthy merchants; their reasons for escaping were either due to crimes or afraid that their assets would be plundered. According to Lorgar¡¯s report, the two Everwinter Knights belonged to the former, but due to the mixed and rich smell of blood on them, the interrogators investigated even more meticulously. After a few psychological games and taking separate statements, the younger brother caved in and revealed everything they had done. A few months prior, the two brothers were ordered by their feudal lord to capture refugees, but since the elder brother had a grudge against Graycastle, he turned the capturing into hunting. If it had been an ordinary murder case, the treatment would had been the death penalty or mining for life. But the matter of ¡°hunting refugees¡± was too severe that the person-in-charge kept it in mind. In the end, the case was handed over to the Intelligence agency, where Hill Fawkes was tasked to investigate. The case had two large blind spots. Firstly, the First Army was unsure who had sent the information and only knew that the deceased worked for Black Money. Secondly, the party¡¯s willingness to kill others. Even if murder was involved, the two might not have admitted it. In other words, even if Nightingale was present, it was impossible for them to link the information to the two through interrogations. The only breakthrough was the smell of blood as mentioned by Wolf Girl. It was a pity that Lorgar could only verify the diverse variety in the blood. She was unable to accurately pinpoint the timeline of the blood¡ªIn the end, her sense of smell was an added advantage due to her mutation. Although she was not affected by God¡¯s Stones, she wasn¡¯t able to surpass the limits of her physiology. In the end, the final decision was obtaining assistance from the Witch Union, who sent Vanilla and Broken Sword. With Broken Sword¡¯s augmentation, Vanilla found the same pheromones on Talos Murray¡¯s armor and on the secret letter. Although it was only a droplet, it was undoubtedly considered concrete evidence. If the two had never met, how could the bloodstains contain the same pheromones? Thus, the Murray Brothers were definitely the murderers of the messenger. ¡°Such people exists amongst the ordinary folks¡­¡± After listening to Iron Axe¡¯s explanation, Joe could not help but sigh with sorrow. ¡°Presently, Everwinter is still occupied by the Demons, so we are unable to spread the news of such heroic matters, but history will never forget people like him.¡± Iron Axe sighed. ¡°The two of you are the main contributors to capturing the murderers, but you are not established under the military. So aside from seeking the two of you out to inform you of the investigation results to give you closure, I wanted to ask what rewards you would wish to receive.¡± ¡°But we didn¡¯t even do much.¡± Farrina replied directly, ¡°Firstly, it was that Witch who sensed their strange behaviors first. I merely heard the commotion and came in at the end.¡± Her words incited a burst of well-meaning laughter. ¡°Relax, His Majesty Roland will never miss out on contributors.¡± Iron Axe explained, ¡°The Witch Union and the Army are two separate departments, so Miss Lorgar¡¯s rewards are handled by others. In theory, your rewards should be handed out by the Administrative Office. But since the frontline matters are dealt with the locals, we are here to handle the inquiry.¡± ¡°I understand¡­¡± Farrina hesitated for a moment. ¡°I was once part of the Church¡¯s Judgment Army and was deceived by the shams and lies of the church. But if it is possible, I hope to obtain the chance to redeem myself.¡± ¡°Redeem yourself?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She took a deep breath. ¡°Joining the First Army is the reward I want.¡± The room instantly turned quiet. Everyone¡¯s eyes roamed about, as though communicating their opinions. After a long moment, Iron Axe spoke up. ¡°The enlistment of the First Army was drawn up by His Majesty, I am unable to agree to your request.¡± ¡°Is that so¡­¡± Farrina¡¯s clenched her fists before loosening them slightly. ¡°But,¡± Iron Axe¡¯s words took a turn. ¡°I can include your contributions and request into the report and hand it over to His Majesty to decide, provided that you are willing and determined to do so.¡± Farrina lifted her head, revealing the light in her eyes. ¡°Yes, Please!¡± Farrina knew that upon joining the Army, her movements and actions would be restricted, the risks of facing the enemy amplified. But that was the route she thirsted for¡ªThe more thorny the road, the more she felt she could redeem the sins of her past. ¡­ After their departure, the other officials left, leaving Iron Axe and Edith in the room. The Pearl of the Northern Region who was silent the entire team sighed. ¡°That¡¯s why I have to say, the Hermes Church is truly formidable¡­ Since no judgment was meted out, what crimes or mistakes does she have? Only the pious believers of the Holy City would rather inherit sufferings in exchange for a peace of mind.¡± Iron Axe shrugged his shoulders. He was already aware that Edith was shrewd in seeking personal profits; her occasional concessions were always for greater benefits. If the benefits were mutual, she was a flawless partner. But once there was a conflict of interest, it became extremely difficult to anticipate her thoughts. Farrina¡¯s decision to be selfless and offer her devotion was something that would never appear from Edith. But he held no dislike towards her. Compared to those slow-witted, egotistical, or greedy profiteers, she was at least able to define her own goals and not make silly mistakes for the lack of foresight on short term gains. ¡°Then¡­ what¡¯s your opinion on dealing with the two convicts?¡± Iron Axe turned back to the main topic. Roland¡¯s reply to him mentioned ¡®If the crimes committed by the Everwinter knights are verified, you have full authority to decide.¡¯ According to usual practices, the two knights who had over a hundred of lives on their hands only had one route¡ªto be executed by hanging. ¡°If we hang them, I don¡¯t think His Majesty would had specially exhorted us about it.¡± Edith revealed a sneer. ¡°And don¡¯t you think that sending them on their way is simply giving them the easy way out?¡± ¡°What do you suggest?¡± ¡°Since we can¡¯t publicize this, why not send them as gifts to Black Money. After spending so much on them, I¡¯m sure they will be extremely hospitable to the two of them.¡± Chapter 1379 - Special Goods Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Kingdom of Dawn, Thorn Town. The deserted little town situated at the foot of Cage Mountain had turned into a bustling and lively location. Aside from being an ¡°Outpost¡± and headquarters for Cage Mountain, the other reason was that it housed the Aerial Knights Academy frontline training camp. To meet the enormous expenses of the Aerial Knights, the project team constructed many wide and reinforced concrete roads that connected the main road from north to south which led all the way to the far north in the Kingdom of Dawn. The large import and export of resources naturally attracted the attention of merchants from the Kingdom of Dawn, and having lost their trade routes to Kingdom of Wolfheart and Everwinter, Graycastle became their largest hope of making money. From supplying services that contracted them for the entire project to supplying beverages, there were all kinds of merchants. The business opportunities brought along human traffic. In just a year, the scale of the town expanded by a few rings, with inns and taverns only seen in major cities establishing all over the place, scattered around and surrounding the town center. Tilly experienced this change the most by viewing it from the clouds. Before winter, it was extremely easy to spot the town¡¯s silhouette by looking down from the sky above. The dullest color belonged to houses of the original natives that had roof tiles that had suffered decades of weathering, coloring them with the colors of mottled brown and gray. They were few in number and maintained the original appearance of Thorn Town, but in the outer rings, the colors turned extremely vibrant. There were wooden buildings, stone bungalows, and even cement housing among the newer buildings. After the transfer of the calcining technique to the Kingdom of Dawn, some of the nobles and merchants had already accepted it and began attempting to use these new building materials. The snow from the Months of Demons had weakened the difference between the new and old districts, but the old districts could still be identified by its disorganized arrangements. Border Town had probably developed in a similar fashion. After sending Vanilla and Broken Sword, Tilly returned to her daily education. According to her suggestion, the number of ¡®Fire of Heaven Mark II¡¯ had reached close to 40 units. Together with the 20 odd Mark Is, the Aerial Knights had turned into a force to be reckoned with. In fact, the reason for the First Army¡¯s successful counterattack was inseparably linked to the biplanes¡¯ protection. Compared to the machine guns, ¡®Fire of Heavens¡¯ were far bigger threats to the Devilbeasts, and without an effective assault, the Artillery Squad was able to take advantage of their firing range to bombard the demon outposts, and withdraw before the demons were able to surround them. As long as no Senior Demons were present, the enemies were incapable of drawing close to the First Army. During every mission, dozens of Fire of Heavens would cruise along the runway and take off with shortest interval in between, their engines so loud that people living in the adjacent town were able to hear them. The spectacular sight of the planes in flight was indescribable, where even a collective charge of a group of knights could was completely incomparable. People who witnessed this scene for themselves all found themselves seeing Graycastle in a new light. This scene also became one of Thorn Town¡¯s main attraction, and when they heard about it, many nobles from the Kingdom of Dawn thought of personally experiencing the legends of the Aerial Knights. Gradually, the buildings around the training grounds became packed with people whenever taking off and landing practices were held as they watched the steel birds soaring into the horizon with excitement and zest. Tilly even heard that the buildings with an expansive view started charging fees. But the development of the Aerial Knight Academy was not without problems. Aside from the output of Fire of Heavens, the problem in the number of pilots produced slowly became apparent. After all, not only did the conscription require a certain cultural foundation, candidates required the physique suitable for flight. Only after fulfilling these requirements would they undergo the next grooming step. As to the duration it required for them to join the battlefield, that depended entirely on talent. Over the course of time, Tilly had encountered many students who performed to satisfaction during practice but became flustered in the air. In the end, these students could only join the logistics team. If not for the ¡°Fire of Heaven Mark II¡¯ being turned into a single pilot plane from the dual pilot system which temporarily alleviated the problem of a shortage of pilots, the Aerial Knights would have been faced with the awkward predicament of having too many unpiloted planes. Aside from expanding the channels of recruitment and increasing the number of students, Tilly did not know what else to do. Fortunately, her elder brother also valued the Aerial Knights highly, and more importantly, he did not reject her suggestions. The issue was soon to take a turn for the better with the next batch of students being sent to Thorn Town. The concentrated flying practice would mark the end when they descended at midday. As an Extraordinary, Tilly did not require the noon break to recover her energy. After temporarily relieving herself of her instructor role, she frequently chose to fly by herself, to validate the new ideas she came up with during the practical lessons while also enjoying the time in the air. This time, she noticed peculiarities over at the warehouses. Be it students or ground service, no one scattered, but instead, they assembled at the warehouses, as though attracted to something. A guard quickly came over and reported the situation. ¡°Princess Tilly, it seems that Neverwinter has sent a new batch of goods for your confirmation.¡± ¡°New goods?¡± Tilly frowned, having no recollection of such an arrangement. But due to the great distance between the two, such last-minute adjustments by Neverwinter was not strange. At the warehouses, the crowd split and opened a path for her. Before Tilly could even see the goods, a familiar voice shouted for her. ¡°Lady Tilly!¡± Molly bounced over and pounced into her open arms. Tilly ruffled the little girl¡¯s head helplessly and discovered that the Magic Servant was the one responsible for delivering the cargo. Swollen like a big and blue balloon, it carefully ¡®swallowed¡¯ the cargo on the truck and moved into the warehouse. So this was the reason why everyone stopped in their tracks? No¡­ that¡¯s not it¡­ When Tilly¡¯s gaze landed on the huge crate, she suddenly realized that the answer was not that simple. There were a total of three crates, but the cold metallic surfaces were no different from the ones used to ship the ¡®Fire of Heavens,¡¯ just larger and even more slender. In addition, both sides had scarlet red cloud marks like a pair of spread-out wings. The decorations on the boxes looked to be of no significance, but it was because of that that they were particularly unique. Tilly¡¯s heart immediately skipped a beat. ¡°By the way, any specific requirement on the color of the aircraft? Then how about red?¡± Roland¡¯s words sounded in her ears. ¡°Does it make any difference?¡± ¡°Normally, the party that dominates the sky is in that color.¡± The ground crew had efficiently removed the fastened bolts on the first crate. As the sealed boards were gradually removed, the crowd let out gasps. An unprecedented airframe appeared before everyone. Chapter 1380 - Wings of the Phoenix Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations It¡¯s entire body was smooth from any angle. The contours looked extremely fluent and curved, and the bright and clean paint on its surface was even able to reflect human reflections. The pilot cabin looked like a bulging bubble, enveloped by polished glass. It was obviously built in consideration for the drafts from high speed flights. Additionally, the cockpit was placed towards the rear, where the back of the bubble was elevated higher than the front. This feature was obviously beneficial from a single glance combined with the smooth body. The low front, high back feature distinctively elevated the pilot¡¯s field of view, while the glass cover¡¯s smooth and curved finish that was linked to the rudder made the airframe appear clean. Every installation meshed well together. And the greatest difference of this plane was something that every student could never overlook¡ªthe nose of the plane did not have a propeller! Without a flat engine, the head of the plane converged into the shape of a cone, as though it could cut through the clouds and winds. The majority of the airframe were painted orange-red that resembled a blazing flame, with a few streaks of white lines running from the head to the tail, giving the body a sense of artistic vitality. Even those ignorant of aviation could sense the beauty and grace of the beast. The moment Tilly landed her eyes on the new plane, she found herself falling deeply for it. But¡­ without propellers, how was a plane to fly? This question ran through everyone¡¯s mind. It was only after the other two crates were opened did the answer come to them. Encapsulated within the second crate were the wings and empennage. From the count, the plane only had a pair of wings unlike the Fire of Heaven¡¯s bottom-top wings. Beneath the wings were symmetrical ports, obviously left for some other components. The last crate contained two engines. But they were too bulky to be considered just engines. Compared to the Fire of Heaven, they resembled more of integrated components that could be replaced. After a careful inspection, Tilly noticed the same red color painted over its surface. There were many access hatches at the top, while the hole at the bottom were shockingly installed with black weapons. After associating the ports on the wings, the appearance of the new plane gradually appeared in her mind. The fuselage of the plane no longer assumes a mechanical system and the slender wings situated closer to the bottom of the plane decreases the resistance by a notch. With the two engines installed at the wings, the propulsion force provided to the plane doubles¡­ Tilly immediately became impatient, eager to experience the new plane for herself! ¡°Oh right.¡± Molly fished out a letter from her pocket. ¡°This came together with His Majesty¡¯s delivery. The envelope indicated clearly that it must be handed and opened by you personally.¡± Tilly took the letter and opened it. ¡°Dearest Sister.¡± ¡°This is the present that I have promised, I truly hope that it is to your satisfaction.¡± ¡°Detailed introductions and specific parameters have been written in the manual left in the cockpit, but I reckon that you¡¯ll most probably get straight to flying it without carefully reading the manual first.¡± ¡°If it was already built up and sent over to you, this letter would had been placed at the back of the plane as well¡ªThis is the reason why I sent it over like this to the Kingdom of Dawn. While the workers are assembling it, you have the time to read through the manual.¡± ¡°After all, it possesses a completely different structure from the Fire of Heaven. Even though you¡¯re an Extraordinary, there¡¯s no disadvantages to having a comprehensive understanding of the plane.¡± What¡­ Tilly¡¯s lips curled upwards awkwardly. Am I that readable? ¡°What did His Majesty say? I want to read it too¡­¡± Molly leaned in towards her. Tilly immediately turned and used her body to block Molly¡¯s view, ¡°Ahem, it¡¯s nothing, you don¡¯t have to see it.¡± ¡°What¡ª¡± ¡°Want to have a Chaos Drink?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± ¡°Take it from my office.¡± Molly excitedly sprinted away the moment Tilly pointed towards her office. Tilly heaved a sigh of relief, then returned back to the letter. ¡°Also, it¡¯s about the name of this plane.¡± ¡°I initially had the intention of re-using the name ¡®Unicorn,¡¯ but I felt it fell short of the striking red color of as overlord of the sky, so I might as well give it a new name.¡± It was a noun Tilly had never encountered before. Without a doubt, it was something Roland came up with. Tilly attempted reading it out. ¡°Phoenix¡­¡± ¡°Where I¡¯m from, a Phoenix is a type of divine bird related to fire, which happens to match the color of the plane. But most importantly, legend has it that a Phoenix is immortal, transforming into a golden egg after 4600 days, and taking another 4600 days to hatch out of the egg to obtain new life.¡± ¡°That is also what I wish to convey¡ªregardless of what enemies you face, I hope that you can return home, alive and safe.¡± ¡°Just like a phoenix.¡± ¡°I will bring Ashes back for you, so you need to keep your promise.¡± ¡°We¡¯ve agreed on it, right?¡± For some reason, Tilly suddenly felt her eyes turn sour and swollen. She blinked a couple of times, resisted the surging warmth from her heart, and took a deep breath. ¡°A Phoenix is immortal, huh¡­¡± She muttered at a volume only audible to herself, ¡°Not a bad name. I will accept this present, Brother.¡± ¡°¡­ Your Highness?¡± a guard asked in puzzlement. ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± Tilly waved her hand. ¡°Inform ground service to fix up the Phoenix at quickly as possible. I can¡¯t wait to have a test flight with it.¡± ¡­ Three days later, the fully assembled plane left its hangar and slowly slid down the runway. ¡°Oh? So this is the special aircraft you mentioned? It looks really good.¡± Lightning¡¯s voice came out from the Sigil of Listening. Tilly raised her head. Through the clear glass, she noticed the two Exploration Group members spiraling in the air. As it was the maiden flight for the Phoenix, she had specially called for Lightning and Maggie in any case of an accident. It had to be said that the plane¡¯s interior design was far more outstanding than its exterior. The moment Tilly sat in the cockpit, she even had the baffling feeling that the plane was not just a pure fighter plane. For example, her seat was extremely firm but soft to prevent pain and soreness of the lower back for long flights; the various tension bars and buttons were equipped with control feedback for added efficiency; and the customized Sigil of Listening slot, allowed the pilot to easily use the Sigil of Listening to talk with others even in battle. Compared to the Unicorn, It felt even more of a plane specially designed for her. ¡°Shall we compete to see who is faster?¡± Tilly chuckled and replied. ¡°Forget that, the old Fire of Heaven can not even catch up with Maggie¡¯s petrel form, much less me.¡± Lightning¡¯s words contained an undisguised smugness. ¡°Am I right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, it can¡¯t even compare to me!¡± ¡°How will we know if we don¡¯t try?¡± Tilly stepped on the accelerator, causing the rumbling from both engines to amplify. Compared to the gradual build up of speed on the Fire of Heaven, the Phoenix¡¯s body felt so light and graceful, as though it was weightless. The surrounding landscape flew backwards rapidly as she gently pulled the center stick and the plane immediately raised upwards, whistling into the sky. Chapter 1381 - Extreme Racing Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After passing Cage Mountain, the trio headed west towards the Impassable Mountain Range. In less than half an hour, Maggie was the first to admit defeat. At an altitude of 1500 meters, the Phoenix easily relied on its two engines to fly at 400 km/h. While Maggie¡¯s petrel form could also attain that speed, she could only sustain it for a short while. Against the brand new Type-14 Engine that did not tire out, shaking Maggie off was something bound to happen. ¡°How was it?¡± Tilly asked with her hand to her lips. ¡°¡­ I-I can still fly¡­ Coo!¡± Maggie gasped for breath. ¡°You¡¯ve done your best. I¡¯ll take it from here.¡± Lightning took her unyielding companion into her embrace and took over the second stage of the competition. The human and plane began a new pursuit in the dusky sky. The scenery below got smaller; the mountain range that separated the human kingdoms gradually turned into a wriggling black line. Tilly noticed the Red Mist flowing at the ridge of the continent towards Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart like a turbid screen. The land within the screen had been completely filled with the Red Mist, but as long as one was in the sky, one could see the true appearance of the world. ¡°Is this your limit?¡± Lightning¡¯s voice sounded. ¡°I can fly even faster!¡± With regards to flying speed, Lightning¡¯s abilities were truly unparalleled. Even the Sky Lord that had the ability of opening portals had lost to her. But winning was not the most important thing for TIlly. Being able to pilot the enormous yet nimble plane and pushing its performance to its limit was enough enjoyment for her. She retracted her gaze and smiled. The nose of the plane tilted upwards as the plane flew even higher. Lightning followed along, but maintained her lead of about 100 meters. According to the introduction in the manual, Phoenix had been optimized using the technology from the Dream World and all the crucial points were personally made by Anna, and thus possessed a base and quality far surpassing that of the Fire of Heaven. The maximum speed attainable for horizontal flight was 550 km/h with the capability of flying over 1500 kilometers. The dual star-shaped engines on both wings were equipped with turbine systems, allowing the Phoenix to fly at an altitude of 3000 meters without having its performance drastically affected. All of these were features the mass-produced planes were incapable of achieving. But they were not the Phoenix¡¯s biggest feature. The airframe composition had been strengthened by Doris and Candle, and it could be said that in terms of durability and strength for the materials used, they were the highest-end compositions integrated by both technology and magic power. Tilly was aware that the propeller held the most advantage at slow speeds and its efficiency to propel forward would drop if its speed was increased. Therefore, to think of catching up to Lightning just based on the power of the propellers was an impossibility. She needed to rely on other forces. After increasing her altitude far above the clouds, Tilly accelerated to its limits and pressed the control stick downwards. The engines immediately unleashed a resounding boom! After the abrupt turn, Phoenix swooped down. To maintain her lead, Lightning adjusted her direction and dropped at a rapid speed, but to avoid affecting one another, she maintained a horizontal distance of a kilometer away from Tilly. The vertical 100 meters distance did not change¡ªAt that altitude and speed, the ¡®light membrane¡¯ formed by her magic power became extremely distinct as radiating ripples formed a layer of protection around her, preventing her from suffering from the cold winds or the change in pressure. In that state, the rate of magic power consumption Lightning expended was undoubtedly far higher than her regular flights. Even when testing her abilities, Roland had mentioned the reason why Lightning should never maintain her supersonic speeds for extended periods of time was not because of the high consumption of magic power the flight required, but that the consumption rose sharply under an extreme state for the synchronization of magic power and her body. As a result, she rarely went at sonic speeds during her patrols. Squandering magic power was an extremely dangerous matter for any Witch. Of course, Tilly was nowhere better. The thin air at high altitudes made it difficult for her to breath. The gales formed by the engines working at full force caused the cockpit to rumble and tremble incessantly. Without the protection of magic power synchronization, she could only hold out with her body alone. According to the distance covered, the Phoenix had approached a speed of 800 km/h. This was a speed far beyond its limit. Although Lightning was consistently staying ahead of the plane¡¯s nose, she no longer had the time to use the Sigil of Listening. That¡¯s right, Tilly was relying on gravity. She had discovered it while piloting the biplane. When she accumulated sufficient altitude and converted it to speed in an instant, she was able to easily break through the limit of the plane. But the risks brought about by such speeds could not be overlooked. They ranged from not being able to pull the plane up again to disintegrating in midair. If Tilly did not rely on her perceptive capabilities to sense the critical point, she would never have dared to employ such a move in its maiden flight. But even so, the chance of catching up to Lightning was miniscule. She recalled Roland¡¯s words, restricted by the propeller blades, it required an extremely enormous price for a piston engine to surpass the speed of sound. In other words, the gains did not make up for the losses, to the extent that propellers were replaced by jet engines as soon as the latter was produced. However, Lightning was able to break through the sound barrier at any moment, so the disparity between the two were not at the same level. Therefore, she required external help. Following the descent from a high altitude, they rushed towards the dense and dark clouds that sat at an altitude of 2500 meters as though they were colliding into it. The Phoenix whistled through the dark clouds and formed a ¡®fog pillar¡¯! At that moment, the plane¡¯s speed surpassed 900 km/h and the tremblings from the airframe extended to the wings. Tilly could feel the sharp wings cut through the viscous airflow; the resistance from the high speed caused air to no longer act ethereal, but more of a thick and dense wall. Lightning disappeared from her vision. Tilly knew that her opportunity had come. She focused her attention on controlling the plane. The propulsion force supplied by the propellers at that speed was almost equivalent to resistance. Any ordinary person would consider the matter about pulling the nose back up and not dive down any faster. Only Tilly was able to maintain precise control under the violent trembles and raise the plane speed up a notch. Although the increase of speed was not huge, but it was enough for her to close the distance with Lightning. When the Phoenix was closing in on its limit, she flew out of the clouds! The vast and endless land appeared before her once again. Lightning emerged at the same time. Compared to her previous 100 meters lead, Lightning was actually flying alongside the plane. After realizing it, the latter immediately broke the sound barrier, but soon reduced her speed once more. She turned and flew close to the cockpit. ¡°As expected of Your Highness.¡± Lightning¡¯s expression showed no signs of dejection; instead, she had a look of admiration. ¡°You actually thought of using the clouds.¡± ¡°If it had been slightly thinner, I would never had been able to catch up to you.¡± Tilly pulled the plane horizontally and laughed. Right from the beginning, Tilly¡¯s plan was to have Lightning get used to a stable acceleration and finally use the cover of the dark clouds to overtake her. Although it was only for an instant, the Phoenix was indeed capable of closing the gap. ¡°Wait, where are we?¡± Maggie dug her head out of Lightning¡¯s bosom. ¡°Uh¡­¡± Tilly looked around, only to discover unfamiliar terrain below them with the Impassable Mountain Range left far behind them. They had been too immersed in the competition and never noticed how far they had flown northwest. ¡°I¡¯m guessing somewhere in the Fertile Plains?¡± ¡°Likely.¡± Lightning took out a telescope. ¡°But it is a part of the Fertile Plains which we have never stepped into. If we consider the route, our east should be the boundary between the Kingdom of Wolfheart and Everwinter, while the ridge of the continent should be¡ª¡± At this point, her voice trailed off. ¡°What?¡± Tilly followed her gaze and froze. Hidden behind the clouds and mist was a faintly discernible mountain range, far taller and majestic than the Impassable Mountain Range. But having heard of its¡¯ existence from Agatha and the Exploration Group, Tilly was not overly surprised at the first sight. What shocked her was the top of the mountain rage. Dark and gloomy red clouds covered the summit, endless streaks of lightning flickered within, like a storm formed by fresh blood. Without a doubt, it was not a natural phenomenon. The red clouds gave Tilly an extremely uneasy feeling. Chapter 1382 - What One Sees Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Cage Mountain, Command Post. ¡°Ringmaster, there¡¯s another similar report¡­¡± Clown took a piece of paper and walked towards Hill Fawkes. Although their circus troupe had disbanded many years ago, the comrades from his past were still used to calling him Ringmaster. ¡°Where was it sent from?¡± Hill glanced over the paper. ¡°Can we trace it back to its source?¡± ¡°The messenger¡¯s position was last known location was in southern Everwinter; there are a total of three cities there. But there are no other leads aside from that.¡± Hill frowned, then suddenly stood up. ¡°Inform Lord Iron Axe and Her Excellency Edith. We might have trouble.¡± ¡­ Fifteen minutes later. Edith placed the report down and gently rapped the table. ¡°¡­ You mean to say that this happened at the same time in different parts of Everwinter?¡± Hill nodded his head. ¡°Although we were unable to pinpoint the exact cities where the orders were carried out, it is safe to assume that it occurred at a wide scale from the distribution of the reports¡¯ origins.¡± In the past few days, the Intelligence Agency had received identical encrypted letters successively. The letters indicated that the nobles were forcefully migrating the citizens. And they were moving north. The similarities were identical, and it was impossible for the reports that came from different locations to be mistaken or forged. In other words, the nobles of Everwinter were carrying out a single, unified operation. Although the encrypted letters briefly mentioned the term ¡®migration,¡¯ it was not a small matter. A city¡¯s sustainability had a limit, and being underpopulated or overpopulated could lead to a paralysis of a city. Aside from that, a huge migration had many other considerations¡ªfor example, the food supply, the temporary residence en route, the riches brought along, etc¡­ something that Neverwinter had deep experience in. It could even be said that the nobles that ruled the cities did not have the capabilities to execute a large scale migration successfully. They were not robust enough in terms of strength and supplies to support the entire operation, so the migration was deemed to be a failure. Indeed, a majority of nobles did not care about the lives of the ordinary citizens, but that was only if the citizens were individuals. A feudal lord¡¯s taxation and rule was inevitably linked to the ordinary citizens; if there was no one to rule, it did not matter how much strength and authority had. Once the citizens realized that they were unable to benefit from the migration, they were bound to lose the hearts of the people. Let alone the large mass of population congregating together, the chance of a rebellion occurring was much higher; thus, no matter how domineering or unreasonable the nobles were, they were incapable of executing such an astonishing large-scale migration. Additionally, it was not just the nobles but the entire northern regions, which clearly indicated that it was directed by some other power. In the entire Everwinter, only the Demons were capable of doing so. ¡°But why are they doing that?¡± Edith muttered to herself in doubt. ¡°If they are thinking of impairing Graycastle¡¯s war potential, they can just kill off the citizens¡­ With their Spider Demons, the nobles can¡¯t stop them even if they were unwilling.¡± ¡°Maybe the demons think that¡­ they are still of some use.¡± Morning Light guessed. ¡°If they are useful, there isn¡¯t a need to do a force migration.¡± Hill shook his head. ¡°Everwinter has the least cities out of the Four Kingdoms, even King¡¯s City can only accommodate up to three hundred thousand people without prior preparations. Let¡¯s not even talk about their route isn¡¯t having King¡¯s City as its destination.¡± ¡°The largest City in the north is¡­¡± Edith looked at the map. ¡°Snow Reflection Castle, with the Impassable Mountain Range behind it. It is only half the size of King¡¯s City.¡± Ferlin immediately added in the relevant information. ¡°Due to the uniqueness of its topography, it has a very low permanent population, and also the first place where the Red Mist was reported to appear.¡± ¡°If the demons are planning to migrate everyone there, then there¡¯s no difference killing them off directly,¡± Hill commented. ¡°And the enemy will definitely not make any superfluous movements.¡± Edith nodded her head in agreement. ¡°I believe that there has been an unforeseen change that we have not noticed, which is why the demons are implementing this inexplicable operation.¡± ¡°What can that change be?¡± Iron Axe queried. ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± Edith said slowly, ¡°But I believe it cannot be any good news. Inform the front lines, tell them to raise their alertness.¡± ¡­ ¡°Those red clouds¡­ could it be that a demon obelisk is situated there?¡± Tilly muttered. ¡°No,¡± Lightning replied with a heavy expression. ¡°From this distance, we should not be able to see any Red Mist¡­¡± ¡°Can¡¯t see? Why?¡± ¡°Because Red Mist flows downwards!¡± Maggie was the one to answer. ¡°I have witnessed the sight of Red Mist pouring down from the edge of the Impassable Mountain Range; they looked like waterfalls!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, I¡¯m not sure if it is due to the Red Mist being heavier than air that leads to them gathering easily at low altitudes, but one thing is for sure. When Red Mist comes out from the ridge of the continent and infiltrates Everwinter, the mountain peaks would not be red,¡± Lightning added. ¡°You mean to say they flowed down the mountain ?¡± Tilly frowned. That was the reason for Lightning¡¯s argument that it should had been impossible to see any Red Mist¡ªThey were a few hundred kilometers away from the tallest mountain range of the continent. If the Red Mist didn¡¯t rise up, it would had been completely obstructed by the mountain range. ¡°Not only that,¡± Lightning confirmed. ¡°I followed the Impassable Mountain Range north a month ago and approached the edge of the Red Mist before. But at that time, the ridge of the continent did not have that red cloud. It¡­ doesn¡¯t seem to have come from the great rupture.¡± A shiver ran down Tilly¡¯s back. She noticed that the red clouds at the mountain peak were not a single layer, but formed a huge body. More accurately, it looked as though the a huge cloud pillar was pouring down from the clouds. She stared at the peculiar sight in the distance and only spoke up after a long silence, ¡°There is a way for us to view it clearly.¡± Lightning raised her head and looked at the dark clouds above them. ¡°I think so too.¡± The higher one flew, the further one could see. As long as they could see the entire ridge of the continent, they had the chance to see the truth behind the red clouds. ¡°If that is so, then we should try it out¡ª¡± Tilly accelerated to the plane¡¯s maximum and raised the nose of the plane. Lightning followed alongside her, and synchronized her magic to overlap with Tilly. Through their cooperation, the altitude meter of the Phoenix deflected to its extreme. After rising up to a height of 7500 meters, the land formed an obvious curvature. Dark clouds became disjointed and was no longer one body, revealing the pale blue at the periphery of the world. Beads of perspiration appeared on Lightning¡¯s forehead, the high altitude had caused a burden even for the protective barrier around her. Through the screen, Tilly discovered that the frame of the plane had a layer of frost. If not for the reduction of the discomfort with Lightning¡¯s synchronous magic power, Tilly could not imagine the state of the plane. ¡°We¡¯re almost there.¡± Tilly could feel the weakening of the propulsion supplied by the engines. ¡°We should find an opening around here.¡± ¡°Leave it to me!¡± Maggie poked her head out and transformed into her hawk form. Half a minute later, she found the optimal view point. Through a small crack in the clouds, they were able to see the outline of the continent¡¯s ridge. When the scene above the Red Mist entered their vision, the three of them did not dare believe their eyes. They saw a floating island. Chapter 1383 - Sending a Message over a Thousand Kilometers Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Are you sure about what you saw?¡± When Iron Axe heard the news, a rarely seen look of surprise appeared on his face. He exchanged looks with Edith and saw the shock in each other¡¯s eyes. In fact, Tilly hesitated to inform their findings to the First Army¡¯s commander without verifying the truth first. After all, it was something close to a miracle. If the Demons were truly capable of achieving such a feat, it would definitely dampen the morale and confidence of the higher-ups, and people with weak wills would even think of surrendering. ¡°We didn¡¯t make a mistake, that¡¯s for sure, coo.¡± Maggie patted her chest. ¡°Lightning and I have been to the ridge of the continent before, and such a mountain didn¡¯t exist then, coo!¡± Lightning nodded. ¡°We are currently unable to verify if it is something the Demons are responsible for, but one thing is for sure. It appeared there within the past half month.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Edith pondered for a moment and spoke, ¡°If that is the case, then everything makes sense.¡± ¡°You believe us?¡± Tilly was shocked. She originally believed that Edith would take some time to digest the information before being able to arrange and conduct surveillance operations for verification. Who would had thought that the Pearl of the Northern Region had accepted their words immediately. After all, even though the three of them had personally witnessed the scene, it took them a very long time to reach the consensus that it was no hallucination. ¡°You have to blame Roland for that.¡± Edith sighed. ¡°If it was three years ago, I reckon that I would had treated your words as lunacy¡­ but now, I think that anything is possible. If I had continued staying in that tiny place, I will never have realized how much the world has changed.¡± ¡°Aside from that, the demons¡¯ unusual activity confirms this point.¡± Edith paused for a while and narrated the information received by Hill Fawkes. ¡°None of the cities owned by nobles are able to accommodate so many people, but a floating island might.¡± ¡°Demons¡­ are accepting mankind?¡± Lightning was stunned. ¡°This isn¡¯t the first time. Didn¡¯t Agatha mention it before that in the first Battle of Divine Will, some humans actually formed an ¡®alliance¡¯ with the demons to fight against the Witches.¡± Edith shrugged her shoulders. ¡°At that time, they were afraid of Witches. Now, the only variable that has changed in our situation is that they are now afraid of His Majesty Roland. Since they are unwilling to accept change or to be part of the change, there is a limit to what they can do.¡± ¡°They didn¡¯t heed the warnings about the Battle of Divine Will¡­¡± Tilly clenched her fists subconsciously. ¡°No¡­¡± Edith revealed a strange smile. ¡°Even if the nobles acknowledged it, they might still make the same decision. It might take a several years or decades before the end of the war, but the reality is that His Majesty has removed the power of the nobles and took their lands away from them. To some people, this makes no difference as taking their lives. Since one is immediate death and the other a delayed death, they will rather choose the latter.¡± ¡°Enough of this.¡± Iron Axe interrupted them helplessly. He knew that once the Pearl of the Northern Region entered her state of mockery, it would be difficult to stop her. Besides, it was easy for her to offend others and even himself. ¡°Back to the matter at hand, how should we go about handling the floating island?¡± Edith¡¯s expression returned to normal. ¡°No, we can¡¯t do anything about it. If it had been at the ridge of the continent the entire time, we¡¯ll be fine. But if that thing truly came from elsewhere, we are in deep trouble. For Her Highness Tilly to be able to see it from a few hundred kilometers away, its size far surpasses that of anything we can imagine. Do you think that we can destroy part of the Impassable Mountain Range by relying on the Fires of Heaven?¡± ¡°We need to inform my brother as soon as possible.¡± Tilly spoke up. ¡°I concur.¡± Edith nodded her head. ¡°This no longer concerns plans and strategies, the only one capable of thinking of our next step is His Majesty Roland.¡± ¡°It is a pity that the new communications iron towers are still under construction; otherwise, we would have the ability to converse with His Majesty immediately.¡± Iron Axe walked over to the work desk and picked up a pen and paper. ¡°Regardless, we should first send a flying messenger before doing anything else.¡± ¡°There is no need for that, let me handle it.¡± Tilly stood up. ¡°With the speed of Phoenix, I can arrive at Neverwinter in the afternoon if I set off tomorrow morning. It is far faster than any messenger. Also¡­ I was thinking of thanking him for the new gift.¡± With that, she turned to Lightning and Maggie. ¡°We will have to trouble the two of you to continue the investigation to the west of the Impassable Mountain Range.¡± ¡°Leave it to us,¡± the two replied earnestly. ¡­ The next day, Tilly flew alone on the Phoenix east towards the sea before following the shoreline southwards. In less than four hours, she landed in the Aerial Knight Academy in King¡¯s City. On this day, many witnessed the sight of a red shooting star shooting across the sky. After leaping off her plane, she sprinted into the castle. Seeing her gray hair, no guards dared to block her path. Upon opening the office doors, Roland blinked his eyes in surprise. Obviously, he did not expect her to appear. ¡°Uh¡­ is there a problem with the plane?¡± Tilly stopped in her tracks as a hint of guilt appeared in her heart in that instant. Did I force him so much that the first thing he asks when seeing me is about the plane? ¡°No, the personal plane¡­ I mean the Phoenix is far better than what I had anticipated. About that¡­ thank you, Brother.¡± ¡°Phew.¡± Roland heaved a sigh of relief, but his expression immediately became serious. ¡°Then the reason you¡¯re back is because¡­ you have important information for me?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, while piloting the Phoenix on its maiden flight, I accidentally discovered demon movements.¡± Tilly then recounted the experience the three had in detail. After listening to the entire story, Roland frowned. For an object to be seen from such a great distance away, aside from being unobstructed, the other factor was size. Take for example the moon and the stars. At a distance of over a hundred kilometers, even the Impassable Mountain Range would appear to be a thick line, the ridge of the continent would only appear as a dusky ¡®hill.¡¯ To be seen from such a distance, the object was definitely not small. The demons already have the ability to move an island into the sky? One had to know that it was impossible even for modern day technology. If it was truly a solid island, any weapons would have little to no value. This was determined by physical characteristics. Any large weight object capable of floating signified an astonishing amount of energy. Magic power is truly unreasonable¡­ But Roland deeply understood this point after he met Anna. Now, it was imperative that they verified the information regarding the behemoth. He thought of an exceptionally suitable person. Entering the Dream World, Roland picked up the phone and dialed Valkries number. Chapter 1384 - Taking a Step Forward Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°I¡¯m heading out.¡± ¡°You¡¯re going to the Martialist Association?¡± Valkries walked out of her bedroom in a nightgown and saw Fei Yuhan packing her luggage at the front door. ¡°Yes, we are nearing the final battle, I have to hurry.¡± The other party stopped abruptly. ¡°Will you be coming later?¡± Looking at Fei Yuhan¡¯s all-out expression, Valkries was distracted for a moment before nodding her head. ¡°If there isn¡¯t anything else.¡± ¡°In that case, I¡¯m off.¡± The doors opened and close and the chilliness in the air quickly dissipated. Valkries lowered her head and looked at her opened palms. She then gradually curled it up into a fist. Damn it, what am I doing? In the month that she had been in the Dream World, she had completely integrated herself into this society. Not only did she become a member of the Martialist Association, but she had also gone alongside a few others to fight against the Fallen Evils. To prevent the world from being destroyed, they had to go against God. That might had been the reason for her to participate, but Valkries knew in her heart that it was a method of suppression. The true issue she had to face was not in the Dream World, but outside of it¡ªshe was unwilling to accept the fact that she could not do anything about being trapped in here, and thus participated in the battles to make it seem as though she was exerting some efforts to resolve the Battle of Divine Will. It was fine if the battles were just cruel and difficult, after all, they were fighting against ¡°God¡±. But the fact remained that the Fallen Evils only occurred in places unseen to the masses. The cities remained calm and peaceful. When there were no missions, everyone spent time having tea in the afternoon, or gathering together to have supper at night. This was in stark contrast to what she was used to. What made her feel worse was the fact that she was getting used to such a life¡­ The sweeter the soft peninsula bread was, the more intense the guilt and shame she felt in her heart. The future of her race was unknown, and to win the Battle of Divine Will, many had given their all; yet, she was enjoying her freedom and carefree life. This contrast made Valkries feel miserable, so much so that there were times she felt the urge to vent her anger on the people around her. The more painful truth was that her rationality still existed without having any distortion or changes due to the immense pressure. Her clear consciousness told her, saying that such actions would not shatter the Dream World, nor would it help her race in any way. It would even bring about worse circumstances to her already terrible situation. At the same time, the reason why the Nightmare Lord had stopped herself from doing so was that she realized she did not loathe Fei Yuhan as much as she thought. Although the female human had eavesdropped on her conversation with Roland, that was a reasonable choice as she wanted to grasp her own fate. Additionally, Fei Yuhan¡¯s response towards the fact that she existed in the Realm of Mind and revealing all that she had done in the past was something remarkable. She was pure, full of curiosity, determined, and clear on her objectives¡­ These traits caused Valkries to associate her to the ¡°Transformer¡±, Heathalese. The brilliance of a few was sufficient to transcend the gap between races, like how the Transformer was accepted into the Cloud School. This was ultimately her reason for not leaving. But this brilliance not only lessened the pressure on her, but left her even more lost. In fact, Valkries was faintly aware of the method to truly benefit her race, but her emotions prevented her from confronting it. Once the step was taken, there was no possibility of turning back, and all the pressure and risk would be hers to bear. As such, it was difficult for her to make a decision. In terms of confronting destiny, she was far inferior to the female human. Right at this moment, her phone rang. The caller was Roland. Valkries hesitated for a moment before accepting the call. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? If you¡¯re calling to give me a one-sided report of the battlefield, without obtaining Hackzord¡¯s confirmation, I will never¡ª¡± ¡°I just wanted to ask, what¡¯s up with the floating island?¡± The other party¡¯s first sentence stunned her. ¡­ Rose Caf¨¦. Fatter listening to Roland, Valkries leaned back into her chair, exhausted. She gently exhaled and muttered, ¡°Deity of Gods¡­¡± ¡°Deity¡ªwhat?¡± She stared at him silently, hoping to see a reaction from his eyes, but the outcome told her it was not some premeditated scheme; Roland himself was genuinely unaware of the thing he had discovered. The exposure of the Deity of Gods was a complete coincidence, something that happened all the time, but would not greatly affect the situation as a whole. As the trump card of the entire race, the higher-ups most probably wanted the humans to witness the marvel achieved from magic power. After all, informing the other party of its existence would make them fall into despair and fear. But Valkries thought further. The Deity of Gods was the ultimate weapon meant to contend against Sky-sea Realm. For it to appear at the Western Front clearly meant one thing. The situation on the Western Front had fallen into a difficult situation. If not for that, The King would had never agreed to use the Deity of Gods to defeat the humans. It was a route condemned for death. Only if the Western Front had suffered such a huge loss would the higher ups mobilize the Deity of Gods to reverse the situation. That was the only reason that could lead to the Witches being able to see the Deity of Gods. This meant that everything that Roland had previously reported was true, which was a confirmation of his sincerity. Unless Roland had learned about the existence of the Deity of Gods from another Senior Lord. But the probability of that happening was minuscule. If the other Senior Lords were willing to collaborate with him, there was no need for him to pull off such an elaborate act with her. The pain in Valkries caused her to clench her fists. But her rationality prevented her from lying to herself. She felt as though her legs were standing at the edge of a cliff with only a single-log bridge to walk. The conflict of emotions were nearly swallowing her up. Right when the earth-shattering pressure was on the verge of overwhelming her, Fei Yuhan¡¯s words to the people suddenly appeared in her mind¡ª Back then, she had opened the doors to the conference room slightly and heard that unyielding refute. ¡°To fear the future and give up on forging ahead is simply the mentality of cowards, even if we know that defeat is the eventual outcome, we should do all we can to turn that around!¡± To do everything we can¡­ and forge ahead¡­ Valkries stared into Roland¡¯s eyes for a long time before shutting them. ¡°The thing you saw is called the Deity of Gods.¡± She repeated, ¡°It is the trump card that my race had prepared to ascend the Sky-sea Realm, and also the legacy handed down by assimilating the underground civilization. A few hundred years ago, my race already escaped our dependency on the Red Mist¡ªthe Red Mist restriction that you know of. One of the most direct answer we had was to be able to produce a tower capable of producing Red Mist and moving freely, but that was hard to accomplish. Just moving a massive tower itself was a problem in itself, much less moving the entire God¡¯s Stone mine underground.¡± ¡°Until Mask gained a complete grasp over the underground civilization¡¯s magic power technology and brought the foundations to the next level did we see the light of hope. I am unclear of what changes occurred to the Mask, but in essence, he is able to refurbish Birth Tower into a gigantic magic power core, and increase the effects of the core. As long as there is an abundance of magic power, it leads to a large-scale phenomenon, one almost equivalent to that of a miracle. Thus, the King bestowed it a name¡ª the Deity of Gods.¡± Valkries chose to take that step. Chapter 1385 - Establishing a Basic Agreement Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Now, it was Roland¡¯s turn to be stunned. Her long silence made him assume that his queries would had been futile. He never expected the Nightmare Lord to immediately explain the origins of the floating island in such great detail, which resulted in him being slow to react. ¡°What¡¯s with your expression?¡± Valkries opened her eyes and said unhappily. ¡°I am not betraying my race, but merely acknowledging Heathtalese¡¯s way of seeing things. The Battle of Divine Will cannot ensure the continuation of my race but ensure that we continue becoming chess pieces for God, so¡­ stopping God is the correct thing to do.¡± Uh, that¡¯s clearly my own position, right? Roland subconsciously scratched the back of his head. Transformer from a thousand years ago was unable to stabilize the connection to the Realm of Mind, so how could she have obtained so much information? But even if he was slow to react, Roland was aware that he could only continue listening to her. ¡°That¡¯s right, you¡¯ve finally understood this point.¡± He immediately composed himself and spared no effort to assume a magnanimous appearance as he initiated a handshake. ¡°Although God has already taken notice of us, I believe that it isn¡¯t too late¡ª¡± Valkries did not respond to his handshake. ¡°Before that, I would like to ask you a question.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°If the end was what the Oracle had mentioned, what are your plans on handling the relationship between our races?¡± Nightmare Lord¡¯s expression became solemn. Roland realized that the question would determine everything. Her raising of this pivotal question proved that she had begun considering the possibility of a collaboration, and genuinely thought of a way out for her race. Roland even faintly sensed that if she did not accept his answer, she might forcefully separate herself from the Dream World¡ªeven if it meant death. ¡°To be honest, I haven¡¯t thought through it.¡± After a moment of silence, Roland spoke up. Valkries frowned and replied coldly, ¡°So everything you said before was on a whim, and you never believed that I might cooperate with you?¡± ¡°No, I did consider it before, but this matter is too complicated.¡± He chuckled bitterly; his answer did not meet the mark, but he was unwilling to fabricate a sweet-sounding excuse. Valkries was not a fool and he was never one to be good at making excuses. Instead of outsmarting himself, he preferred speaking the truth. ¡°The war between humans and demons has lasted for a thousand years. This animosity cannot be removed in a short time frame, and it is close to impossible to recreate the Dream World in reality. The only way I can think of temporarily is to separate both races, to have your kind to leave the human world forever.¡± ¡°Where to?¡± ¡°That is the question we have to consider in detail. But the world out there is so huge, I¡¯m guessing that there will be a place for the demons to call home.¡± The two stared at each other for a long time and Valkries only broke the silence after the high temperature of their coffee simmered to a cool. ¡°If you had reacted instantly and assured me that you would be taking care of everything, the probability of this being a trap would have been extremely high. But now, I feel that that is what you truly mean to do.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ not having thought of something was the correct answer?¡± ¡°You can say that.¡± Nightmare Lord exhaled. ¡°I admit that this is a long, narrow log bridge. Which way we go is unpredictable. But even if hope is bleak, I have to make an attempt because only I am capable of doing this in my entire race.¡± Roland noticed her hands clenching tightly when she spoke those words. Obviously, she was not as strong willed-as the words that came out from her mouth. At the same time, he knew that it was definitely not an easy decision. To the majority of people, being lost in the abyss was the norm. When an outcome cannot be fathomed, giving up on advancing or retreating was a form of exoneration. ¡°Don¡¯t be too pleased.¡± Valkries gave him a look. ¡°The God that planned the Battle of Divine Will will not sit idly and ignore you. If the entire world was created by God, I don¡¯t think you have any chance of winning. There is a chance that the final outcome would have both races completely destroyed, without leaving any trace of us behind.¡± ¡°I agree.¡± Roland replied frankly. He extended his hand towards her once more. ¡°That is why we are all on the log bridge together.¡± This time, the Nightmare Lord extended her right arm and held his. ¡°Then, on to the Deity of Gods.¡± Seeing that they had come to an agreement, Roland picked up the phone, ordered a brand new cup of coffee to go for Valkries and turned to her. ¡°Do you have any way to contact Hackzord? Let¡¯s try to get him to move the floating island back, or we might as well allow the First Army to enter and garrison in it. It would be good too as it does together with my party¡¯s heading for the Bottomless Land.¡± ¡°It¡¯s too late.¡± Valkries shook her head. ¡°What?¡± ¡°My previous idea of having Hackzord enter the Dream World was a hope to obtain information about the real world and to convince him of this probability. I never expected the situation to deteriorate so badly. He believes in Ursrook¡¯s suggestion and likely was the one to plead with the King to have the Deity of Gods requested. As it is, the situation has developed to a point of no return.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± ¡°Are you thinking that the Sky Lord alone is capable of controlling our race¡¯s trump card? Once the Deity of Gods reaches the Western Front, it is impossible to recall it back, much less Hackzord, I think even I will not be able to convince the King and the other senior lords.¡± Valkries shrugged her shoulders. ¡°Furthermore, the mobilization of the Deity of Gods will definitely bring a large amount of pressure. If you want Hackzord to recall it, I¡¯m guessing the probability of success to be zero. In other words, I am the only one to be able and willing to cooperate with you¡ªat the moment.¡± ¡°At the moment?¡± Roland acutely grasped the subtle meaning behind her words. ¡°You have other ways to influence Hackzord?¡± Valkries did not deny anything. ¡°I understand him. It is impossible to get him to disobey the King under an unclear circumstance while bearing all the risks, but it is not difficult to remind him to avoid danger. Typically, Hackzord is most concerned with keeping himself safe¡­¡± The corner of Roland¡¯s lips twitched. Those words when put nicely was that Hackzord was a cautious demon, and in a bad way, a coward. ¡°I will write a letter and get him to leave the Deity of Gods. That¡¯s the only thing I can do. As long as you can deliver the letter, there is a 80 to 90% chance of him listening to me. But if the flames of war has already erupted, you have no other way other than to defeat the Deity of Gods.¡± Valkries enunciated her words carefully. ¡°Only by shooting it down will Hackzord realize that the Battle of Divine Will will not end well, and the probability of me convincing him will definitely increase.¡± ¡°So he has to live, until the Deity of Gods is¡­ destroyed, that is also the basis of our collaboration.¡± She shifted her gaze, preventing Roland from seeing her expression. ¡°If you can¡¯t do that, then treat it as though I¡¯ve said nothing.¡± Chapter 1386 - The Breakthrough Point Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After waking up, Roland immediately called for Tilly. ¡°I have detailed information with regards to the floating island. It is indeed a product of the demons, and they call it the ¡®Deity of Gods.''¡± Tilly was stunned; it had only been a few hours after bringing the news, where did Roland¡¯s information come from? ¡°In short, I have some special means.¡± Roland was naturally aware of her doubts, but the matter regarding the Nightmare Lord being trapped in the Dream World was a complex matter to explain, and he decided to skip the explanation. ¡°The information might have discrepancies, so you can only use it as a reference. We will still have to depend on you to verify the actual situation.¡± After that, he gave a simple outline of the Deity of Gods. ¡°So it¡¯s actually a floating city?¡± Tilly asked in shock. ¡°Yes.¡± Roland nodded his head. ¡°But far bigger than a real city.¡± According to Valkries, when the magic power core merged into the obelisk that produced red mist, it would produce a shocking result. Although she did not partake in the construction of the Deity of Gods, she knew the plan inside out. To stabilize the core parameters, the demons went through multiple trials, one of them occurring about a century ago in Tapunise City which ended with the almost total destruction of the city. The violent magic power ripped the stratum and caused structures to collapse and shatter while being razed. Countless inferior demons were flung into the air and turned into mashed meat after falling to the ground. To seal off information leak, the King ultimately termed it as a magic power accident. Although the damage was disastrous, the plan did not stop, and instead increased in pace. One of the reason was the approaching Battle of Divine Will, the other being the demons urgent need to cast off the restrictions of the Red Mist. The disaster allowed the higher-ups to realize the possibility of the plan. The Deity of Gods was their final result. Magic power penetrated over a few thousand kilometers into the ground and raised the land spanning dozens of kilometers, forming a stable foundation. When viewed from above, it would be that of a floating island. But from below, the view would be a wide top and narrow bottom, like an inverted mountain peak. After multiple revisions to the magic power of the core, the Deity of Gods had the abilities to float and move in the sky. It was due to this feature that the demons viewed it as the only way to counter the Sky-sea Realm. Upon taking over the human¡¯s territory, the demons would gain time to rest and reorganize, and to build even more Deity of Gods to ascend the skies, bringing a massive army of Mad Demons to attack the Sky-sea Realm. The information caused Roland to realize that the improvements made by the other race in the 400 years were not to be belittled. Although they took completely different technological paths, they were nowhere weaker than the humans. Magic power was undisputedly a force with utmost potential, evident from the Deity of Gods. Be it ripping the earth apart and tossing thousands of structures into the sky or pulling an entire piece of land into the air, both required an astonishing amount of energy. The demons succeeded through experience. However, quantity would usually lead to qualitative changes. If these experiences were transformed into a system with scientific theory, their strength were bound to soar. This was the same for humans. Roland felt that it was crucial to develop the scientific reasoning behind magic power after the war. Even though he had no knowledge of magic power at all, it could lead and guide the future generations in the field of research. This was the essence of science. As long as something existed, it would be something that could be observed and experimented. ¡°Although I¡¯m clueless of how you obtained your information, it does sound like it.¡± Tilly spoke up after listening to him. ¡°Then, how do you suggest we deal with the Deity of Gods?¡± ¡°Firstly, it isn¡¯t afraid of firepower, so the First Army should preserve its forces. Secondly, the Aerial Knights will be crucial in our next battle,¡± Roland said slowly. ¡°There is a way of defeating it, but the probability of success is unknown.¡± Even if they used the Glory of the Sun against the moving island, the end result might not be as expected. That had long been proven in history. In Operation Crossroads, the first nuclear weapons tests that were trialled detonated with a yield of around 23 kilotons, one in the air and the other underwater. The former was unable to destroy its intended target¡ªa 300-meter long vessel, and the latter¡¯s destructive scope did not exceed a thousand meters. These examples proved that when facing large targets, even the devastating power of nuclear weapons were greatly discounted. Besides, the Deity of Gods was far larger than ships. It was equivalent to using grenades to bombard the Impassable Mountain Range, even throwing a hundred of them would only result in chipping of a corner. Although having sufficient quantity was the answer to resolving all problems, it was impossible simply due to their lacking yields. After taking into consideration Neverwinter¡¯s technological advancements, the limit was a scale of ten kilotons. As a result, Roland had to develop another plan in conjunction with the need to use the Glory of the Sun to complete the attack. The core of the Deity of Gods was undoubtedly the obelisk. According to Valkries¡¯ explanation, it was situated in the middle of the city. For the convenience of accumulating the Red Mist, the Inferior demons surrounded the obelisk and constantly dug deep pits¡ªwhich was also their main jobs as magic-incapable demons. Being more dense than air, the red mist gradually fell to the bottom and formed the Red Mist Pond which gradually expanded into a lake over the years. This made Roland recall the Demon City seen in a memory fragment¡ªcountless towers erected in a ring around a cliff, where crystallized Red Mist could be found in the middle of the pit. It was probably through an accumulation of a millennium for the development of the lake to reach such a shocking depth, where the immense pressure forced the lower layers of Red Mist to increase in density to the point of liquefying and later solidifying into crystals. The city refurbished into the Deity of Gods was an old city, where a Red Mist Lake similarly resided at the bottom of the obelisk, which was obviously the breakthrough point. The ¡®Red Mist¡¯ mentioned by Valkries verified their speculations and experiments¡ªthe Red Mist was essentially a mist composed of microscopic biota, appearing in such a way due to their extremely small size and virtually undetectable even with magnification. At the same time, these minuscule organisms wielded magic power able to dispel and devour any external magic power not from demons. That was the reason why Lily had failed in controlling the Red Mist. The Red Mist possessed numerous biological traits, such as a fear for fire. Under high temperatures, the Red Mist would attempt to escape, resembling a decomposition from a macroscopic view. When temperatures rose to a certain degree, the Red Mist would ignite, no different from all carbon-based lifeforms. With a combustion point of around 800¨C900 degrees, it could be said that they had an outstanding combustion point. The only difference was that they were extremely small. Therefore, it would give rise to explosive effects when mixed with air. Iron Axe had once burnt the Kingdom of Wolfheart¡¯s capital, City of Tusk. Now, what he needed to do was burning up the entire sky. The combustion of the Red Mist would rapidly decrease energy and exhaust the oxygen around; thus, the beginning temperatures had to be sufficiently high. In theory, having a large quantity of incendiaries would produce the same effect, but that required a fleet of bombers to transport hundreds, if not thousands, of buckets filled with gasoline up the Deity of Gods to achieve that. As for the Glory of the Sun, regardless of its yields, the core temperature was a fixed number that could not be discounted. The only problem that had to be resolved was getting through the large army of demons and Devilbeasts protecting the area and fly above the obelisk to achieve an accurate drop. ¡°As long as we have a way.¡± Tilly¡¯s expression calmed down. ¡°Regardless of the probability of success, everyone will unite and achieve it. Leave it to us, Brother. I will bring the good news back to headquarters.¡± Her trust caused Roland¡¯s chest to swell up with warmth. He paused for a moment. After calming himself, he picked up the quill pen and a piece of paper. ¡°Right, I have something I need you to pass to Miss Edith Kant.¡± After placing the pen down, he did not put the letter into an envelope; instead, he handed it over to Tilly. The latter swept her gaze past it and could not help but frown. ¡°The words here are¡­¡± ¡°Demonic characters.¡± Roland replied indifferently. Chapter 1387 - Wireless Transmission Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°It¡¯s really ugly.¡± Tilly curled her lips. Roland laughed out in embarrassment¡ªif the written language of the Four Kingdoms were considered to look like distorted earthworms, then the demonic language was more complicated, some of their characters even resembled witchcraft symbols. Adding that Roland had relied completely on memory to copy it down, with his strokes and lines not proficient, it made the entire feel of the language look even more messy. Who knew if Hackzord would ever make out what he had written. He had raised his doubts to Valkries, but received a harsh retort from her. Valkries believed in the feasibility of a human copying the demonic characters, since it proved that she was not lost in the Realm of Mind and also reveal her own predicament by being able to pass information through Roland. If they had used her handwriting instead, it could easily spook the cautious Hackzord¡ªif she could send letters, why not just leave the Realm of Mind directly? ¡°What does the letter say?¡± ¡°It is to get the Sky Lord to try his best to avoid engaging in all out war, so I need the General Staff to think of a way to send this to the demons.¡± ¡°Brother, are you alright?¡± Tilly looked at him in shock. ¡°How is it possible for the senior lord of the enemy to listen to your words?¡± ¡°In any case, trying it out will not require too much time or effort¡­¡± Roland feigned an indifferent expression. ¡°What if it succeeds?¡± In fact, Roland had posed the exact question to the Nightmare Lord. Her reply was that a Senior Demon¡¯s lifespan often exceeded several hundred years, where their habits and traits would go through countless changes; therefore, their written words would leave behind their individual prints. These prints were far more reliable than any coat of arms or insignias. To Roland¡¯s understanding, the general idea was about the same as immediately associating Internet slang to the youngsters born after the 90s. ¡°Alright.¡± Tilly put the letter away helplessly. ¡°Since it¡¯s your request.¡± Right as she was prepared to leave, the North Slope Lab phone on the office desk suddenly rang. Roland picked up the received. It was Anna. After listening to her, Roland revealed a smile and said to Tilly, ¡°Don¡¯t rush back today. Stay the night in the castle. Coincidentally, I have something new to pass to you.¡± ¡­ In the workshop, Tilly saw the ¡®revolutionary¡¯ new product mentioned by Roland¡ªtwo square-shaped wooden boxes. Calling them boxes was not an exaggeration; not only were there obvious lids and openings to the boxes, the entire thing was about 30 cm long and could be carried in one hand. The dimensions of the two boxes were far from all the revolutionary machines that caused the public to exclaim in admiration, and even lacked the grandeur to be hailed as ¡®revolutionary.¡¯ The only difference between the two boxes and other boxes was that their front side were riddled with rows of bright and metal-plated buttons and knobs. ¡°This is¡­¡± ¡°It is a mobile and wireless transmission device,¡± Anna explained. ¡°It is the equivalent to a shrunken iron cable tower, the advantage of it is that it can directly receive sound and of course, its larger distance capability.¡± ¡°I see¡­ Wait a minute.¡± Tilly was stunned as she looked at Roland. ¡°Is this the new communication device you mentioned previously?¡± Although he had long prepared her for it, she never expected for the final product to be so elaborated! She had anticipated the device to occupy a large part of space when equipped on a plane. After all, the massive size of the iron tower project had been exhibited, to shrink it to the size of a ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ was already an inconceivable idea. Roland saw her doubts and opened the lid of the box. Crisscrossing wires and components appeared before her. Although she did not understand the box at all, Tilly realized that the box was completely different from the past machineries created. ¡°It can be considered the world¡¯s first real electronic equipment. Although the electric motors, lights, telephone, and telegraph before this uses electricity currents, they are in essence using simplified electrical energy transformation to work,¡± Roland explained. ¡°But this possesses an independent electric circuit system and uses electric currents to work. This is equivalent to replacing the gears, screws, and bearings with electric components. This size is also considered relatively large.¡± ¡°Are you blaming my craftsmanship for not being up to standard?¡± Anna gave him a look. ¡°Ahem¡­ Of course not.¡± Roland immediately coughed twice. ¡°It¡¯s the Design Bureau who produced design plans which aren¡¯t exquisite enough.¡± ¡°It was all thanks to Sister Anna for working late nights daily, for the prototype to be created so quickly,¡± added the assistant, Lucia. ¡°Primarily, the vacuum tubes require the vacuums to be maintained and many components needed to be stuffed in. It would had been impossible without the help of her Blackfire.¡± The core of the transmitter-receiver was the vacuum tube that was capable of amplifying, detecting, and vibrating. It was also the mark of humanity entering the Electronic Age, and Roland naturally knew how difficult it was to attain it. The shiny scrap metal that piled up outside the North Slope lab was proof. Furthermore, he could hardly guide them in matters of electrical engineering as he did before. A large part of the project relied on Anna to slowly proceed by trial and error herself. The fact proved that his previous concept of the shortwave transmitter-receiver delegated to the team was only a beautiful fantasy. In the future, Anna would be concentrating her efforts on the large bombers. Being able to find the time to create the vacuum tubes for the Aerial Knights was already considered a miracle. ¡°Can I try it out?¡± Tilly asked impatiently. ¡°Of course you can.¡± Anna laughed and nodded. Not long later, the three separated themselves to the inside and outside of the experimental lab and talked. Instantly, the room was filled with a lighthearted atmosphere. Under the extremely clean electromagnetic surroundings in this era, the scope of the transmitter-receiver prototype easily surpassed two kilometers, and that number rose even higher in the air. Although the transmitter-receiver would suffer from disturbance when the spark-gap transmitter was used to relay messages, aside from extremely urgent information, the messengers could choose to send out telegrams at fixed time intervals. By staggering it with the Aerial Knights¡¯ movements, the chances of conflict between the two remained nonexistent. In Roland¡¯s eyes, the success of the wireless transmitter-receiver was far more important compared to the new 20mm autocannons¡ªreal time communications substantially broadened and allowed for coordination between the pilots to execute aerial tactics. With precise coordination, the fleet¡¯s fighting strength was basically being enhanced by a notch. It could also be said that only when the Aerial Knights become capable of accomplishing this would they be hailed as a real air force. Tilly obviously saw this point and after ending the experiment somewhat unwillingly, she urged for her special plane to be equipped with even more wireless transmitter-receivers. Early next morning, she carried the two prototypes and boarded the Phoenix. When the scarlet figure disappears into the white horizon, the rays of dawn suddenly penetrated through the scattered clouds, dispersing millions of gentle and warm light. The Month of the Demons that had persisted for close to four months was finally over. At the same time, the Bloody Moon perched at the top of the sky disappeared without a trace, as though it had never existed. But Roland knew that the war was not over. Several hundred years ago, the demons grasped the opportunity when the Bloody Moon shone on the lands to build their obelisks, quietly awaiting for the pillars to grow into towering monuments. Only after stabilizing their foothold did they officially begin their assault. A battle of destiny would typically reveal its ferocity only at that moment. Now, humanity was once again standing at the same precipice. But this time, they were completely different. He believed that this time, history would not repeat itself. Chapter 1388 - Conflict Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Above an empty continental ridge, the Deity of Gods. Sky Lord took large strides into the tower and entered the reformed karst cave underground. Before being chosen as the official city for the Deity of Gods, it used to be a famous city known throughout the Blackstone region, with a history of close to a millennium. It was not the Sky Lord¡¯s first time visiting this place; the complex structure of the karst cave was no challenge for him, and the only thing that annoyed him was Mask¡ªNassaupelle. ¡°My lord, my master is undergoing an important test inside. Do you have anything you need to be passed on to my master?¡± At the entrance to the experimental venue, a Junior Demon obstructed Hackzord¡¯s path. As Mask¡¯s chamberlain, it obviously chose the same path as Mask, with two heads forcefully merged together with a magic stone; therefore, it looked extremely deformed and ugly. ¡°Scram!¡± Hackzord was not in the mood to waste his breath on him and raised his hand, sending the chamberlain fumbling across the ground. If it were a battle-type Junior Demon, he might have taken more into consideration. However, Mask had gone down the Path of Reconcilliation quite thoroughly, and the magic stones he merged into his body was not suited for battle, so one could imagine the power a Junior Demon which followed in its footsteps had. After realizing that the Sky Lord was suppressing his rage, the chamberlain tactfully kept quiet. Hackzord pushed the heavy stone doors open and entered the experimental venue without looking back. For him to not have destroyed the doors and appear before Mask in one step before taking action was already the greatest respect he could give. Behind the doors was an extremely spacious cave. Innumerable magic stones were embedded into the walls of the cave, resembling stars of the night sky. Beneath his feet were a dense pack of Inferior Demons¡ªmany times more than magic stones with the majority being in worm form. They were like cattle being trapped within fences, accepting the repeated stimulation from the magic power core. Hackzord could not help but frown. Even though the Inferior Demons were the most useless of all demons since they could not do any manual work due to the lack of limbs and their extremely low intelligence prevented them from being tamed, it was by an accidental discovery that they had the highest success rate of merging with other lifeforms, making them the ideal parasites. It was surmised that it had something to do with their extremely simple meridian channels. Of course, not every worm-based Inferior Demon was capable of surviving to the point of resonating with the Growth God¡¯s Stones. The dead became feed for the next batch of Inferior Demons, and those successful became qualified weapons. Naturally, Sky Lord did not sympathize with these lower lifeforms which were incapable of communication. Compared to their past usage of being useless, they were now at least capable of providing help to the race. What he was unhappy about was Mask¡¯s twisted interests. The transformation process could easily be conducted inside a sealed cave, yet Mask had intentionally set it at the most eye-catching location¡ªon a thick and solid pillar connected by four large suspension bridges leading to four different locations, with thousands and thousands of Inferior Demons being trapped beneath. Every time someone was required to enter the heart of the experimental venue, they were forced to ¡°admire¡± Mask¡¯s work of art. The twisting and curling Inferior Demons whined as they endured the pain, the pungent smell of their excrement as well as the rotting husks of the failed experiments assaulted Sky Lord¡¯s olfactory senses. The entire cave was immersed in this foul atmosphere. No ordinary demon would ever like staying in such a gloomy cave with such negativity; yet, Mask had purposefully set up his experimental lab above the stone pillar. Hackzord suspected that the Mask¡¯s head had been damaged through the numerous merges which resulted in him becoming impervious to reason. After crossing the suspension bridge, he found Nassaupelle at the top floor of the transformation building. Upon seeing Mask, the Sky Lord immediately felt his rage burn. Mask was measuring the remnants of the Iron Birds towed back by his subordinates with a few human nobles lying at the side, their conditions unknown. The only surviving human was in Mask¡¯s hands, his face warped from extreme fear. There were even wet stains on his robes. ¡°Nassaupelle!¡± he roared in range, ¡°Who gave you the permission to touch my Humans? Even if you wanted them for your experiments, you have to get my approval first!¡± It was not surprising that he couldn¡¯t restrain his anger. He had painstakingly migrated the nobles to the great rupture and to the Deity of Gods to prevent Graycastle from tapping greater potential for the war. At the same time, it could also replenish the city¡¯s need for manual labor. It was truly killing two birds with one stone. Who would have thought that right after this batch of humans were brought to the Deity of Gods, a worried noble from Everwinter came to him, informing him that a few of his companions had been dragged away by guards and their whereabouts unknown. This had undoubtedly destroyed the stable order that he had built up with great difficulty. The worst thing was instead of grabbing ordinary citizens, the culprit had intentionally grabbed the nobles¡ªthe latter were crucial in controlling the masses. Without the nobles to control, the time and effort required for Hackzord to control the tens of thousands of people would increase severalfold. ¡°Master Hackzord¡­ quickly save me!¡± The conscious noble immediately yelled out amid a sobbing tone, as though he had seen his savior. ¡°Ah¡­ so it¡¯s Sky Lord,¡± Mask turned and said indifferently. ¡°I have to say, this is clearly a misunderstanding. Indeed, I enjoy merging the best attributes, but that does not include lowlifes¡ªI have already merged with their most outstanding counterparts six hundred years ago.¡± He removed a mask from his head, revealing a distinct female face¡ªone that most probably belonged to a Witch, but was now part of him. There were more than ten of such masks all over his head. One could only imagine the horror of Mask¡¯s appearance if he ever took them all off. According to Nassaupelle, the brain was where intellect formed and was the most important compared to the other body parts. With more brains, one would obtain even higher thought efficiency. Therefore, he believed a powerful race should have two heads, to satisfy the alternation between thinking and resting and to maximize the use of time. But in Hackzord¡¯s eyes, only the hideous demonic beasts and the Sky-sea Realm monsters would look like that. An almost indiscernible purple light flashed past and instantly sliced the mask in Mask¡¯s hand into two. Blue blood trickled down as a line of blood gradually blossomed on the female human¡¯s face. Nassaupelle probably did not expect Hackzord to attack and the stance he had was immediately pegged lower. He dropped the noble in his hand and held onto his wounded face as he retreated a few steps back. ¡°Sky Lord, h-have you gone mad? You dare make a move on a Senior Lord for a lowlife? Do not forget, I am the creator of the Deity of Gods, I am the one to give our race hope to win the Battle of Divine Will, could it be that¡ªyou want to betray the King?¡± Glee filled Hackzord¡¯s heart when he saw the other party¡¯s panicked expression. After gaining the position of the Western Front Commander, Hackzord had never encountered anything that pleased him. The Nightmare Lord was lost for no good reason, the army failed to breakthrough the humans¡¯ defenses, and now, he was painstakingly fighting for the race¡¯s victory, but had to be hindered by Mask. It was preposterous! It was impossible for Nassaupelle to be unaware that the humans were brought to the Deity of Gods by him. To snatch the humans behind his back was clearly a brazen act of defiance. After the succession of failures, Hackzord had been looked down by others. But they were not in the King¡¯s Presiding Holy See, and the Mask was no Magic Slayer. If Hackzord did not put him in place, the most probably consequence would have Mask stepping over him. So what if having more brains was an advantage? In the face of true power, no matter how huge the brain was, it was all useless. Hackzord wanted Mask to know who was the true Commander of the Western Front. ¡°If you are truly loyal to the King, you should know what you can do and what you ought not to do.¡± Hackzord withdrew the Distortion Door that was as sharp as a blade and said coldly, ¡°After all, these humans are extremely useful for me and the race. I want you to remember that.¡± After the stare-down, Mask was the first to stand down. ¡°It was an oversight on my part¡­ I will remember to seek your opinion the next time.¡± ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± Hackzord nodded his head. He did not have plans to force the other party. After all, ascendants proficient with magic power cores were required to control the Deity of Gods, and they were all basically under Nassaupelle. At the same time, the war required Symbiotic Demon weapons that required the Mask to create. It was impossible for Hackzord to do anything to the Mask; otherwise, he would be the first to be killed by the King. ¡°My, My lord¡­ Sob, it is great to see you¡­¡± The noble immediately crawled to the Sky Lord¡¯s side and hugged his thighs. ¡°We will speak about this later.¡± Hackzord glanced at him before turning back to the Mask. ¡°Since you¡¯re not trying to merge with them, why did you bring the humans here for?¡± Mask took the remains of an Iron Bird and smiled. ¡°I merely wanted to question them on how to utilize the core of this thing.¡± Hackzord traced Mask¡¯s gaze, and his eyes landed on an intricate weapon set up at the head of the Iron Bird. Chapter 1389 - Mystical Secrets Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Core?¡± Hackzord walked to the machinery, knelt down, and picked up a loose metallic piece. He quickly discovered that the thing in his hand was far more intrinsic than it appeared. There were hidden structures within the bumpy outer shell which could not be fathomed at a glance. He randomly picked up a cylinder-shaped object and discovered that the inside contained more than a hundred parts, far more complicated than a flintlock. ¡°You mean to say¡­¡± ¡°Those iron birds require this thing to fly,¡± Mask confirmed. ¡°Wait, you¡¯re saying that those things that can fly faster than Bogle Beasts are in fact powered by this pile of inanimate things?¡± Hackzord frowned. As the Senior Lord to once face the iron birds, he knew very well that their ability to fly did not come from the flapping of their wings, but by the blades at their heads that buzzed like a bird. In some sense, it was similar to a windmill, but unlike the windmill that moved only when wind was present, the blades themselves automatically produced wind. The only question that perplexed Sky Lord was how the blades were capable of sustaining the high-speed revolutions. It was definitely impossible for it to rely on human strength alone; thus, Sky Lord had subconsciously concluded it to be some sort of magic power seal or a system related to magic stone releasing power. These were the only reasonable answers for the iron birds to sustain flight without Witches. But now, Mask was telling him that a pile of dead and inanimate metals were responsible for allowing the Iron Birds flight? ¡°Inconceivable, right? I thought so as well.¡± Upon touching on a subject that interested him, Nassaupelle immediately turned enlivened. He extended his thin finger and dug into an iron bucket, handing one over to Sky Lord. ¡°Want to have a go at it?¡± Hackzord looked at the finger completely stained in black and said coldly, ¡°Do you want to have a taste of a broken finger?¡± ¡°Ahem¡­ Some things leave better impressions when personally experienced.¡± Mask retracted his finger and placed it into his mouth. ¡°A portion of it is charred, with some fragrance to it. Its likely a vessel for holding fire.¡± ¡°Fire can¡¯t move an iron bird.¡± ¡°That depends on what fire it is¡ªIf the ignition is intense enough, it might even be capable of doing that!¡± Mask refuted, ¡°You¡¯ve seen how those lowlifes use the fire forks, I¡¯ve taken them apart and studied them carefully. They are basically using combustion, but at an extremely fast rate to induce something like an explosion! If the reaction is able to push out the bolts out of the iron crossbows, it should be able to push the blades.¡± ¡°The explosion from the fire forks is instantaneous. If it is as you have said, it means that incendiary material needs to be constantly added into the iron bucket. Furthermore, the speed must be at thousands of times a second to achieve the rotational speeds of the blades. In theory, it is simply impossible.¡± Sky Lord attempted to dampen Mask¡¯s enthusiasm. ¡°That is what I have yet to figure out,¡± Nassaupelle admitted straightforwardly. ¡°That is why I called these lowlifes over to listen to their thoughts. Who knew that their stupidity is on an equal level to that of Inferior Demons. I initially thought that they were intentionally hiding from me. After utilizing a few methods, I realized that they are truly oblivious to it!¡± At this point, Mask gestured enthusiastically. ¡°Can you believe it? The creator of these things are actually of the same race with these lowlifes! The principle stored within this machinery is right in front of them; yet, they are completely clueless about it, even claiming that it¡¯s just a cheap trick of a depraved Witch. In my agitation, I used a little too much strength¡ª¡± ¡°My, My lord¡­¡± The noble¡¯s face turned pale from Nassaupelle¡¯s glare. He immediately retreated to a wall and trembled incessantly. ¡°I can know understand why you do not treat humans as lowlifes. But I have to say, this group of humans you¡¯ve brought back are still lowlifes, the lowest of the low!¡± Mask turned and looked at Hackzord. ¡°Right, I heard that the iron birds and fire forks were created by Graycastle? Can you capture a few Graycastle smiths for me? I want to see if there is a difference between their brain compositions. If there is, merging with another human brain might not be a bad idea¡­¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Hackzord cut him off. ¡°I am not here to listen to your nonsense! When we obtain their legacy shard, all your doubts and questions will naturally be answered. The crucial thing is winning this war. There is still a week before the Deity of Gods enters human territory, I do not want you to add to my troubles. Create more Symbiotic Demons, that is your only mission. Do you understand? And, do not¡ªever¡ªtouch¡ªthe humans.¡± Mask calmed down, then extended both his arms out. ¡°¡­ Of course.¡± Skylord stared at him for a long while before pulling the surviving noble up and left the room. After a long while, Nassaupelle shook his head. ¡°You¡¯re aren¡¯t that great either, Hackzord. ¡°The key to unraveling everything is to figure out the mystical secret, but you remain uninterested in it.¡± He fished out a brand new mask from his robes and covered his Witch face. ¡°Magic power isn¡¯t the only force that regulates this world, much less the Battle of Divine Will. Even if we gain everything from the legacy shard, not everyone can reach the peak together. That is the reason why I am here creating Symbiotic Demons, and you are the one busying yourself on the battlefield. ¡°You do not have the faintest idea of the meaning contained within these metal objects¡­¡± The Senior Lord, Mask, turned and stared at the remnants of the iron bird as he muttered to himself. Humanity¡¯s usage of explosives to propel a large object enlightened him at an unprecedented level, he realized that it was a conversion of energy. Although he had frequently seen the conversion of stable energy into unstable energy, it was his first time experiencing the use of violent energy conversions, like combustion, to achieve a stable energy conversion. There had to be an intrinsic connection between combustion and flight which caused the conversion of energy to happen. Since the two were reversible, could they be the same intrinsically? What about magic power? In the past, the race never had the faintest interest in thinking about the manifestation of magic power. They took it for whatever it was¡­ But now, having considered it, could magic power be a form of energy conversion as well? For example, if the magic power used to sustain the Deity of Gods was changed into explosive energy, how powerful would the effect be? It was as though a brand new path had emerged in front of Mask. If I can grasp this mystical secret, Sky Lord, no, even the King¡­ will be nothing. Knowledge, knowledge is the most powerful force in the world. I want to know¡­ I want to find out the mystical secrets of the humans! Nassaupelle raised his head and unleashed an uncontrollable, odd laugh. ¡­ When he heard the faint laughter behind him, Hackzord left in disgust. ¡°My lord¡­ it was fortunate that you came!¡± On his shoulder, the noble wore a look of misery; he was a sobbing mess. ¡°The others had holes drilled into their heads by that monster, and I was almost the next one¡ª¡± ¡°I know, rest easy, everything is over.¡± He placed the noble down to the ground but prevented him from leaving. Instead, he grabbed and lifted the noble by the collar, over the suspension bridge. ¡°Wait a minute, M-my Lord, Sky Lord, what are you doing?¡± Seeing the horrific and squirming worms below, the noble panicked. ¡°No¡­ No!¡± Hackzord did not reply. With a throw, the noble screamed and fell to the bottom of the hole more than ten meters down. Sensing the incoming ¡°food¡±, the Inferior Demons flocked towards the noble, swaying excitedly as a response for the gift. What Hackzord needed was a stable and controllable workforce. After witnessing the experimental fields and Mask¡¯s true appearance, the noble was no longer one. Even Hackzord felt that Nassaupelle was no different from a monster, much less the humans. Instead of allowing the human to return to spread the news about his tragic encounter, Hackzord decided to shut him up permanently. Although this choice would result in some trouble, it was definitely better than a mess he couldn¡¯t clean up in the future. Hackzord returned to the temporary human residence. Marwayne was the first to welcome him. ¡°My Lord¡­ what happened to the people captured¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ve checked and verified the situation. They were captured because they were secretly communicating with Graycastle. As the one responsible for intelligence is someone else, I received the news late.¡± Hackzord patiently appeased the man. ¡°But it was fortunate that I was in time, according to your culture, those men weren¡¯t sentenced to death but detained in Sky City. After the war is over, they can pay a ransom or some other price in return for their freedom. Aside from that, I have other good news. The remaining nobles have passed the test, so no such thing will occur again.¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Marwayen let out a long sigh. ¡°So that¡¯s the reason. Thank you, my Lord. Thank you for your care and concern.¡± ¡°It is nothing, as long as all of you strive hard to accomplish the missions I have given, there will be a piece of the human world for all of you.¡± ¡°Of course, of course.¡± Marwayne suddenly took a letter out from his robes. ¡°Right, My Lord. When you were in the inner city, someone passed me this letter. They said it was specifically addressed to you. Although there might have been a mistake, it was already sent here, so I figured that it¡¯s best for you to take a look.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Hackzord opened the letter, and his pupils constricted immediately! Chapter 1390 - Right Thing To Do Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The words written on the letter were without a doubt the Demon race¡¯s written language, but they looked to be extremely distorted, as though someone had painstakingly copied it out. After scanning through it, he realized its peculiarity¡ªbe it the vocabulary or the sentence structures, they clearly contained distinct, ancient styles of expression and was absolutely not something the race used at present. A sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu arose within Hackzord. After focusing his mind to recall, shock surged through his entire body, right to his heart as he trembled! ¡°Where did this letter come from?¡± Sky Lord grabbed Marwayne and roared. His surge of emotions caused him to momentarily fail to maintain his aloof temperament in front of the humans. Marwayne did not dare to wipe the saliva off his face, and instead focused on scurrying over to the assembly grounds of the humans. ¡°Quck, go!¡± Hackzord roared right in his face. Marwayne did not dare to wipe the saliva off his face, and instead focused on scurrying over to the human assembly place. Damn it! Hackzord knew that he had lost his composure, but he was unable to control his emotions. The words written were clearly from the Nightmare Lord, Valkries! Although the standard of the copied text was clumsy to the extent of Hackzord momentarily being unable to figure out the original owner of the words, he knew for sure that it was from Valkries after reading it a few times. The words and style came from a thousand years ago, phrases commonly used by the race¡¯s enlightened. It also included some inkling of the way the humans narrated matters. The number of higher ascendants that survived from the first Battle of Divine Will till now were countable with one hand, and aside from Nightmare Lord that once studied at the Cloud School for an extended period of time and integrated human intonation into her words, there were no other possible beings. Valkries¡­ could it be that you have somehow retained your consciousness? But how could it be possible? You have been trapped inside the Realm of Mind for so many months! If realizing this alone was inconceivable, even more inconceivable were the contents of the letter¡ª The Battle of Divine Will is merely a trap that repeats itself? The Realm of Mind is the Bottomless Land located at the extreme end of the continent¡¯s Ridge? The Deity of Gods isn¡¯t safe? The few short sentences contained massive amounts of information. It made Hackzord fall into a stupor. There were too many questions floating in his head, yet there was no answer to any of them. How did Valkries preserve her consciousness in the sea of surging magic power? How did she even send the message out? Was this letter truly from Valkries? Should I report it to the King? ¡°My Lord, Sky Lord¡­ the person you were looking for, I¡¯ve brought him here¡­¡± While Hackzord was still reeling in puzzlement, he heard Marwayne¡¯s cautious voice beside him. He turned and glared at the two coldly. ¡°I want to know everything regarding of how this letter came to be. Tell me everything you know.¡± 15 minutes later. After listening to the detailed recount, Hackzord finally understood that it was impossible to trace the letter back to its origin from the human. The secrets contained within the letter was actually handed over by a migrating citizen to a noble, and the migrating citizen only had the intention to gain a few gold royals and took up the role as a ¡°messenger,¡± completely unaware of the importance of the letter. Even if he pressed on, none of it would bear fruit. Ignoring the veracity of everything, to use such a crude method to send a letter of such great importance meant that the other party was extremely daring, or that the person Valkries entrusted might not be human? ¡°That¡¯s all for you.¡± Hackzord waved his hand. ¡°Do not reveal anything about this letter to anyone else. If there are any other of such letters in the future, make sure they are in my hands in the fastest time possible. Understand?¡± ¡°Yes, yes, we will definitely do so!¡± The two nobles immediately bowed, expressing that they wouldn¡¯t fail his orders. After sending the humans off, Sky Lord looked towards the north and sank into contemplation. Unknowingly, he actually found himself heaving a sigh of relief. The pressure that had been on his shoulders since the Nightmare Lord¡¯s disappearance had somewhat lessened quietly. Maybe it was because no one could ignore the influence the Nightmare Lord had over the race¡­ Regardless of the situation, Hackzord was mentally leaning towards the conjecture that Valkries was behind the letter. The style of an individual was difficult to mimic, and even if a human had grasped the written language of the demon race, it would be impossible for them to forge such a letter. As to why the Nightmare Lord did not write the letter personally, the only explanation was that she was still stuck in the Realm of Mind and could only rely on a human to send the message. And the reason of why she chose a human to do so was not too difficult to understand. The reason for her one-way journey was to unravel the secrets of the humans, to pursue the legacy shard that belonged to them. Taking into consideration that some Witches might had gained the ability to interact with the Realm of Mind, the clues started to add up. The more Hackzord pondered about it, the more he felt that he was right. But the biggest problem is¡­ whether Valkries has managed to convince that Witch and pull the Witch into her plan, or Valkries is being forced by the enemy to write the letter? In all honesty, Hackzord did not believe that the Nightmare Lord would surrender to humans. But the Realm of Mind was different. To drift across the sea of magic power without rest and constantly receive invasions of other consciousness, it was extremely difficult to remain clear-headed in such a situation. If she had been hypnotized under such a state, it was hard to say what the outcome would be. The difference between the two situations was like day and night. If it happened to be the latter, Hackzord would, at worst, fall into their trap. But if happened to be the former, wouldn¡¯t it mean that the entire race had taken the wrong path? And the one leading them was not Hackzord, but the King of the race¡­ So why did Nightmare Lord choose to hand the letter over to him, and not the Creator of the Deity of Gods? Hackzord trembled involuntarily and forcefully culled his train of thoughts, prohibiting himself from pondering about the question. He opened a Distortion Door and appeared high in the sky with one step. The human kingdom¡¯s natural barrier, the ¡°Impassable Mountain Range,¡± resembled a gray wriggling line at the edge of the continent. In another week, the flames of war would once again erupt. The Deity of Gods beneath his feet was like an enormous stronghold, moving towards the battlefield tenaciously. Hackzord could not imagine how the humans would resist his race¡¯s conquest of their lands under the circumstances when the fire forks and fiery rain would be rendered useless. It was supposed to be a war that had to be a success. But Valkries believed that the Deity of Gods was not safe¡­ Even if Hackzord treated the opinion that Divine Will was just a sham and far from the truth, this warning was too close to the heart. He was unwilling to believe that the enemy could pose a threat to the majestic and powerful structure formed of magic power. But upon reflecting his past failures, Hackzord realized that all of them stemmed from the ¡°impossible.¡± Furthermore, the warning came from the Nightmare Lord¡ª Hackzord believed that even if the letter was a trap, it could do little to him. With the Deity of Gods and Silent Disaster holding the front, he only needed to ensure a stable supply of resources in the rear. A side with zero risk, and the other fraught with latent dangers, the choice went without saying. But Hackzord thought further. He turned his gaze to the north. According to the letter, the legend of the origins of magic power, of where everything began, laid in the Realm of Mind, which was situated at the ends of where his eyes could reach. So long as he found the Bottomless Land, he could immediately verify the authenticity of the letter. The ridge of the continent was the crucial location for the demons attack on the humans, and for him to appear there would not be strange. And while searching for the Bottomless Land, it was impossible for him to be affected by the Deity of Gods. Even if the King questioned him after the event, Hackzord would still have an excuse. Or perhaps, it might be the right thing to do. Chapter 1391 - Obstructing the Miracle Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Kingdom of Dawn, Cage Mountain, Command Post. A large strategic war map was erected in the center of the meeting room with the trajectory of a pin labeled ¡°Floating Island¡± mapped out. Everyday, members from the General Staff and the Intelligence Agency would report with new findings, and this was the information the First Army¡¯s upper echelons paid most attention to. The thick red path on the map indicated the path, yet it did not travel along the ridge of the continent southwards straight into Everwinter, but corrected its path midway into the Fertile Plains. The Deity of Gods was also constantly descending and was now less than a kilometer above ground. According to the trajectory, the floating island would cross over the Impassable Mountain Range in four days and enter the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Due to its immense size, one would see the hazy outline of the floating island just by using a telescope while standing on a mountaintop. It resembled a thick dark cloud, adding a sinister haze to the continent that had just survived the Months of Demons. The pre-war meeting against the demon¡¯s Deity of Gods was convened. Although the higher ups had reached a consensus, the First Army was incapable of stopping the floating island. But to flee at the mere sight of the behemoth was not the style of the army either. No matter what, they needed to probe the strength of the floating island and attempt an assault. Faced against an enemy that they lacked sufficient information on, the most effective way to understand the enemy was to fight head on. Before receiving the Majesty¡¯s final decision, all they could do was make thorough preparations, which became the army¡¯s top priority. As it turned out, the enemy was also giving them the opportunity to do so. ¡°According to our latest observations and indication from the data, the demon stronghold¡¯s altitude has already dropped by over two thousand meters, which is about half the height of the ridge of the continent.¡± Edith slapped the report in her hands. ¡°Compared to their previous altitude, the mentioned drop is somewhat abnormal. The General Staff has concluded that the floating island requires a consumption of magic power to maintain its hovering altitude, and it is directly proportional to the altitude. And the height they are currently at hinges upon a relative position with the ground surface; therefore, resulting in the phenomenon we observe.¡± Although the information provided by His Majesty named the demon¡¯s floating island as the Deity of Gods, Edith preferred to call it a stronghold, or a mobile fortress. At the very least, it did not cause the subordinates to have the misconception that they were going against a god when missions were assigned. A majority of the First Army¡¯s upper echelons had completed their middle-level classes, but even so, this required them to spend time to comprehend the conclusion provided by the General Staff. ¡°In other words, once they pass through the Impassable Mountain Range, this thing will rise up again?¡± Brian asked. ¡°If our speculation is right.¡± Edith shrugged her shoulders. ¡°The reason isn¡¯t important.¡± Iron Axe spoke up. ¡°What is important is the fact that it is floating just a few hundred meters above the Impassable Mountain Range now. Van¡¯er, what¡¯s the situation on your side?¡± ¡°The measurements team have confirmed the numbers.¡± Van¡¯er walked to the map. ¡°There are two flat and suitable platforms for the cannons between Metalstone Ridge and Cage Mountains. As long as that thing doesn¡¯t change its course midway, we will be able to bombard them. Equipped with the new Longsong Cannons, we might even be able to hit the Demon City.¡± In the rapid upgrading and replacement of weapons, improvements were naturally ushered into the 152mm Longsong Cannon; for example, the convenient mass production of the barrels, as well as suitable carriages to tow the various components. Out of all the improvements, the core alteration happened in the chamber, as well as the arrival of brand new ammunition. After Anna¡¯s role on the final precision processing for the new cannons switched to mass production, there was a resulting drop in the overall quality manufactured, and these manifested in the precision and durability of the cannons. But the new cannons relied on larger charges and more advanced gunpowder formulations, allowing the firing range to reach the eighteen-kilometer mark, almost achieving a severalfold increment. And the Witches involved in the production line also improved, the current loss of two to three cannons was no longer a matter worth getting angry over. ¡°I reckon that the demons are heading for the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Although the floating island is capable of producing Red Mist, the Red Mist will dissipate the moment they move; therefore, if the enemy truly plans on occupying a piece of land, they have to build up a large number of Red Mist storage towers,¡± Iron Axe added. ¡°With the help of the mobile Obelisks, their construction will no longer be hindered. Since Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart will soon be connected as one, I believe that the success rate of our assault on the predicted route will be high, and the only thing worth considering is the effect.¡± Evidently, this plan was completely different from the previous idea of bombarding the Fortress-like Monstrous Beasts. The initial target was clear, which was to destroy the Monstrous Beast before the enemies were aware of it. So long as they were able to hit the targets with the cannons multiple times, they would immediately reap huge benefits. But they could already predict the results from bombarding the floating island. Even if they were able to touch the Demon City, the damage dealt would be limited. Against a stronghold that had Devilbeasts all around, eighteen kilometers was definitely not a safe benchmark. Considering the additional distance between the edge of the island to the center, it was necessary for the cannon team to be even closer to the floating island. ¡°I think it is worth a shot, Commander-in-chief.¡± Van¡¯er thought for a moment before replying, ¡°Once the floating island enters the Kingdom of Wolfheart, only the Aerial Knights will be able engage the enemy head on, while the First Army can only provide support. So this is the only opportunity that the cannons can play an important role. Even if we are unable to cause substantial damage, we can, at least, make our stand clear¡ªwe humans will not submit to them!¡± Iron Axe turned and looked at the Pearl of the Northern Region. ¡°What are your thoughts?¡± Edith remained silent for a long time and only nodded her head after a few long minutes. ¡°I have no objections.¡± ¡°In that case,¡± Iron Axe took a deep breathe, then turned and ordered the participants of the meeting, ¡°proceed according to the assault plan we discussed. Time is of the essence, I want to see an immediate result.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± they chorused. The outcome of the discussion was quickly summarized. The two suitable spots for the cannons were designated with one being the true location and the other being a fake. The latter position was closer to the mobile stronghold, and meant to mislead the enemy. Hummingbird was responsible for the true location, where the cannons would be moved to the mountains at Hermes and they were ordered to have the cannons destroyed before retreating to prevent the enemies from having the opportunity of capturing the weapons. Aside from the First Army, the Aerial Knight Unit and the God¡¯s Punishment Witch Army were tasked to protect and provide support. With a goal, what followed was going into detail the process and the actual implementation. The Army was already familiar with the entire process. Even without the excessive urging, the various departments got busy. Back in the General Staff office, Ferlin could not help but question the minister, ¡°My lord, was there anything¡­ inadequate during the meeting?¡± Eidth stopped in her tracks. ¡°Why do you say that?¡± ¡°Because you spoke lesser than usual¡­¡± ¡°I see.¡± She raised an eyebrow. ¡°I was merely pondering over a question, the demons call the floating island as the Deity of Gods, so obviously they hold great expectations for it. But from the looks of it, it is just a platform used to supply Red Mist and we haven¡¯t seen or noticed anything out of the ordinary. That is why¡­ I believe that the floating island might be hiding something we have no knowledge of, and perhaps, it is not as simple as we think.¡± ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you raise that up?¡± Ferlin said, perplexed. ¡°Because it will only increase unease and will not help much. Since we know nothing about it, we will not be able to issue an appropriate response or plan as well. It is not right for me to propose something based on mere speculation, and the assault team will provide us with the answer¡­ regardless of what it is.¡± Upon hearing these words, Ferlin felt goosebumps run down his back. Without any fluctuation in her tone of speech while her face remained as calm as ice, Edith continued, ¡°The Army¡¯s current priority is to ensure thorough preparations for the future, and trial and error is part of the preparations.¡± Chapter 1392 - Coordinated Combat Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The climate at the top of the Impassable Mountain Range was always a beat slower than at the foot of the mountains. In the past, Cat¡¯s Claw never understood the meaning behind the sentence, but now, having witnessed it for himself, he finally understood what it meant. Following the end of the Months of Demons, the majority of cities and towns entered the thawing phase, where gradual trickles of rain and the breaking of ice could be heard all over, and new green sprouts appearing in the moist soil by the roadsides. But on the top of the mountains, everything was preserved as they were. Covered mostly in the pure white snow with a few ice stalactites which were taller than an average human hanging by the edge of the cliffs, those traveling on the small paths below were constantly in fear that the thick and solid ¡°needles¡± might suddenly fall on them. If not for Hummingbird and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, it would had been impossible for them to move the heavy weapons to the designated location in time. But what made Cat¡¯s Claw afraid was the target for the mission¡ªthe demon¡¯s mobile fortress. It was just too gigantic. Although they were clearly separated by over twenty kilometers, there was no need for a telescope to see the floating island. The floating island practically occupied half of the northern sky in complete disharmony with the surroundings be it its outline or presence. The stones exposed outside were pitch black and there were edges that protruded out like blades. It was in stark contrast with the reviving Fertile Plains beneath it. Red Mist lingered in the air above the island, where the concentration was highest around the center of the island and diffused out slowly. A few wisps were left lingering at the periphery of the island, and they cascaded down and followed the topography in torrents. When viewed from afar, the Red Mist looked like red ribbons being hung all around. This enormous object gave Cat¡¯s Claw extremely huge pressure. In the past, this distance of twenty kilometers signified absolute safety, as both sides would only see each other as small and fine black specks on the large terrain, leaving it close to impossible for either side to discover or fight each other. But at this moment, the distance felt almost within reach, Cat¡¯s Claw felt that he could be pulverized by the floating mountain at any given moment. Compared to the enemy¡¯s fortress, humanity¡¯s position and cannons appeared to be somewhat insignificant. The headquarters might had taken this into consideration, which was why they had gathered the officers who had been following the battling army. He retracted his gaze back to the concealed sentry and breathed out a misty cloud. Deep and slow breaths helped alleviate his nervousness and anxiety; it was something His Majesty Roland taught repeatedly. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, you afraid?¡± Jop bent his back and leaned in. ¡°Bullshit!¡± Cat¡¯s Claw glared at him. ¡°How can I ever be afraid!?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not something to be embarrassed about.¡± The latter held a telescope and looked out from an lookout meant for easy observation. ¡°To be honest, this reminds me of the scene when the Artillery Squad was faced against Longsong Stronghold¡¯s cavalry charge.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw was startled. Naturally, he would never forget the experience of his first war. Similarly, it had occurred soon after the Months of Demons and he had been similarly up against aggressive and overbearing enemies. He had almost smashed the artillery shells onto his own feet multiple times while transporting them in the battlefield. Before becoming a part of the army, he had never expected that he would find himself standing perfectly straight against a cavalry charge and even confronted them head on, instead of being frightened to the point of kneeling down to beg or turning to run. This was despite his legs trembling back then, thinking he was done for. But this time, the enemy had turned into a floating island. When his memories overlapped with reality, Cat¡¯s Claw found his pulse moderating back to normal. ¡°I recall everything now. At that time, you were so afraid that you were stammering.¡± ¡°Heh, don¡¯t comment about me, even Commander Van¡¯er was nowhere better.¡± Jop¡¯s eyes remained fixed on his target. ¡°But at least, we never forgot to fire, and that was enough.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw nodded his head in agreement. Indeed, there was nothing wrong in being afraid, so long as they accomplished their duties and responsibilities. Regardless of whether their enemies were noble cavalryman or a floating island, the only thing they were required to do was to launch the cannons. ¡°Wait, there¡¯s movement on the fortress!¡± Jop suddenly lowered his voice, ¡°Devilbeasts, the demons are making a move!¡± ¡°That fast?¡± Cat¡¯s Claw¡¯s heart tensed up, they had not reached their effective firing range. If they were discovered by the demons, their operation would most probably end in failure. ¡°They are mobilizing a huge force¡­ Heavens.¡± Jop gulped a mouthful of saliva. ¡°I think there¡¯s more than a hundred of them!¡± He immediately raised his telescope higher to see countless black dots flying out of the Red Mist and assembling into a formation at the edge of the floating island. Cat¡¯s Claw was extremely familiar with this scene. The enemy was obviously marshaling their forces and was on the verge of launching an attack. But there was something amiss with the demon¡¯s gathering point¡­ The two looked at each other and reacted at the same time. ¡°They discovered our fake encampment!¡± Compared to their true camp site, the other camp they had set up ahead of time had a few cannons. However, the cannons there were counterfeits made with logs and paint, and no camouflage nets were used. At that moment, it looked as though the plan was showing results! According to the plan, the enemies from the sky would be dealt with by the Aerial Knights. Without a doubt, their comrades¡¯ combat abilities were far more outstanding, luring the enemies, and providing them a long period of concealment. ¡°Who knows if they have noticed the enemy¡¯s movements¡­¡± Cat¡¯s Claw muttered. As the floating island carried its own Red Mist, there were no Witches arranged to travel with the assault force, preventing the Artillery Squad from having a means of communication with the main troops. Compared to Lightning and Maggie supporting the entire battlefield, their field of vision at that moment had undoubtedly narrowed by a large margin. But after considering that such circumstances would occur more frequently in the future, Cat¡¯s Claw could only get used to the change quickly. ¡°Relax.¡± Jop clenched his fists and said, ¡°You have to remember who is leading the Aerial Knights!¡± ¡­ ¡°This is Maggie, I¡¯ve noticed strange manuveurs from the demons, coo!¡± The Exploration Group¡¯s report sounded in Tilly¡¯s cockpit. ¡°Direction, three o¡¯ clock east; quantity, a 103. The lineup has large Devilbeasts among them, and there¡¯s more than one, coo!¡± ¡°Roger that.¡± Tilly conveniently poured magic power into the other Sigil of Listening. ¡°The enemies are moving, do not disregard the probability of Eye Demons. Seagull, continue circling the area and await further instructions.¡± ¡°Understood.¡± Andrea was the one to reply her. ¡°Are you engaging?¡± ¡°Uh-huh,¡± Tilly replied casually. ¡°Help me ask Shavi, controlling a plane feels good, right?¡± ¡°Your Highness¡­ When are you coming back, I-I keep feeling like it can drop at any moment!¡± Shavi¡¯s sobbing could be faintly heard in the Sigil of Listening. ¡°Focus!¡± Wendy¡¯s voice interrupted her. ¡°Control the stick just like in training. I will help you with the rest.¡± After receiving the Phoenix, Tilly immediately sought for a successor. Compared to working behind the scenes, she hoped to personally take revenge for Ashes. In the end, Shavi took on this heavy burden and had even established a new record of having the shortest timing to transition from training to real flights. Of course, besides her ¡°enthusiastic guidance,¡± Wendy¡¯s even more proficient control over wind played a crucial role. So long as the plane was not recklessly operated, it was difficult for the glider to have any problems with Wendy¡¯s support. ¡°Uhm¡­ the situation is more or less like that.¡± Andrea slapped her forehead and said, ¡°Aside from a few issues on Hill¡¯s side, the others are as per normal.¡± ¡°Very good, then I¡¯ll be off.¡± ¡°Tilly!¡± Andrea¡¯s voice suddenly sounded. ¡°I¡¯m listening.¡± ¡°Remember¡­ be careful.¡± Tilly smiled. ¡°Yes, as should you guys.¡± She extended her hand, opened the switch for the transmitter-receiver, tuned the frequency to the public channel and picked up the radio. ¡°Everyone, pay attention. The Devilbeasts have appeared. We will proceed according to plan and intercept them¡ªthe sky belongs to us!¡± Although the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯ only had two sets of transmitter-receivers, it was enough to split among the three squadrons and execute a scissor-styled intercept. ¡°Second Team Captain, Good, copy that.¡± ¡°Third Team Captain, Hinds, copy that.¡± ¡°Now, attacl!¡± Tilly stepped on the gas and brought the team of 25 ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯s to split off from the Seagull¡¯s trajectory. They flew at high speeds towards the northwest. Chapter 1393 - Trump Card Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Under the guidance from the transmitter-receiver, they were able to take up formation perfectly despite being separated by a thousand meters. Three columnar teams with a total of 75 ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯s arrived at their designated intercepting positions almost at the same time and soared towards the Devilbeast formation from three directions; their trajectories resembling a crisscrossed scissors. In an instant, they tore through the enemy¡¯s line up! The largest aerial battle to date in the Battle of Divine Will began above the Impassable Mountain Range of the Kingdom of Wolfheart. In an instant, the ferocious roars of the demons resounded along with the booming engines across the mountains. The Devilbeasts which were struck plummeted downwards in a spiral fashion. Regardless of how strong the riders were, they were helpless as they plummeted along with their mounts, ultimately turning into a blue spot on the ground. After the clash, the original formations of both sides no longer existed. In accordance with the flight manual, the Aerial Knights quickly broke away from the enemy¡¯s pursuit. They made use of their speed superiority and created a distance between them before turning and executing their next round of attacks. ¡°Fire at will, fire at will!¡± After issuing the command, Tilly took the lead by relying on the Phoenix¡¯s potent propulsion and charged out of the battlefield. Most probably due to her striking plane color, a few Devilbeasts tailed her, but it was something she had already anticipated. The more enemies attracted to her, the less pressure her comrades faced. So long as they were able to pull the distance, the Aerial Knights would become even more suited for an aerial battle compared to the Devilbeasts! ¡°Your Highness, be careful! There¡¯s a big one eyeing you!¡± Good¡¯s reminder sounded out from the receiver. ¡°Relax, I¡¯ve noticed it.¡± Tilly turned and swept a glance. ¡°Pay attention to your position. I¡¯ll call for support if I require it!¡± As the Phoenix¡¯s various functions far surpassed that of the Fire of Heaven and Fire of Heaven Mark II, she had never allocated a wingman for herself. Aside from her confidence at controlling the plane, there were no biplanes capable of keeping up with her. Therefore, flying solo and fighting alone allowed her to paradoxically display the performance of her plane. Tilly rode with the wind and took the initiative to complete a climb while the Devilbeasts in pursuit did their utmost to flap their wings in a bid to close the distance. But when both parties came face to face again, the enemies remained completely oblivious that they had turned from the hunter to the hunted. While swooping down with the Phoenix, Tilly firmly pressed down on the fire button! Under the favorable firing range, she did not even need to check the aim of the machine guns on both wings. Four dazzling beams of light spewed out from the plane, forming a beautiful arc due to the displacement in the air that flew straight into the Devilbeasts¡ª Having raised the issue of the 8mm general-purpose machine guns wielding insufficient firepower while sweeping against ground units, Roland prioritized the production of larger-caliber weapons. As a dedicated plane manufactured using the various top techniques possible, the Phoenix naturally was the first to benefit from the weapons. Inside its massive nose, four 20mm autocannons were arranged symmetrically, capable of unleashing 3000 shells per minute, allowing to deliver an unprecedented level of damage. Although her target was ere not a ground target like the Spider Demons or Mad Demons, the Devilbeast was a size larger than its peers, clearly indicating that its owner had to be a Senior Demon. Against an enemy with such power, the best method was to destroy it before it could release all its powers! The Devilbeast which had spearheaded the charge was instantly penetrated by the autocannon shells that drew strands of blood upon entering its chest. It was an extremely eye-grabbing sight to behold. When the beams of light approached the Senior Demon, the latter unleashed a furious howl. Layers of blue shields immediately appeared and surrounded him into a ball, as though draping a firm armor around himself. But just moments later, the ¡°armor¡± produced sparks from the impact of the shells and weakened at a rate visible to the naked eye. It shattered and disintegrated. Following that, the huge thrust sent the Senior Demon flying out of control as it plummeted towards the ground. If the Senior Demon did not have any magic stones capable of flight or life-saving sigils, it was impossible for him to survive the fall from that height. The Devilbeast that lost its master panicked and attempted to flee the battlefield, but Tilly clearly wasn¡¯t giving it such an opportunity. She unleashed another clip of shells after adjusting her aim. At this time, both parties were less than 10 meters away from each other. The remaining blood and flesh from the hail of bullets splashed all over the Phoenix¡¯s windscreen. The sight of the bloodstains made Tilly smile, her heart filled with unmatched joy. The sky was her platform of revenge, and she thirsted for more. The pitiful whine from the large Devilbeast before its death attracted a new group of enemies. The demons had realized that the red iron bird had outstanding speed and power greater than the other iron birds, and was undoubtedly their biggest hindrance. From how the Devilbeasts were equipped, there were at least two or more Senior Demons in the battlefield. In the Union¡¯s era, they were considered Commanders or the core of an assault team in the Demon Army. But in present times, they had been dispatched as ordinary troops. In some sense, it was enough to reflect the robust strength of the Demons. But there was not an ounce of fear in Tilly¡¯s heart. Instead, she felt a flame burning in her chest. In the process of regaining an offensive position, her eyes remain fixated on the Senior Demon, with the other glaring back at her. Tilly could clearly feel the increased caution in their movements as they no longer showed their contempt and belittlement. She licked her lips and suddenly pushed down the control stick. ¡°Come on!¡± ¡­ ¡°Truly¡­ a delight for the eyes.¡± Mask stood on the plains above the city¡¯s exterior as he watched the battle from afar and let out a chuckle. Silent Disaster turned and looked at him in surprise. ¡°You must be curious, why am I so interested in those lowlifes?¡± Mask turned his head, the numerous masks producing ear-piercing sounds that were a result of friction. ¡°No¡­¡± ¡°I guess it won¡¯t hurt telling you¡­ the one to determine the superiority or inferiority of a race are not those incompetent beings, but the outstanding individual that controls knowledge! I am not admiring those lowlifes who control the iron birds, but the human that understands the principles behind the iron birds¡ª¡± Mask spread out his hands. ¡°Even though they are of the same race, the disparity between the two are stark. The former are lowlifes, while the latter¡­ is what¡¯s called human! To be able to combine a pile of dead metals together and create something capable of moving like biological beings, don¡¯t you find that it in itself is such a fascination? I really want to have a taste of such a human brain!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Speechless, Silent Disaster turned his eyes back to the battlefield. ¡°But that is something to consider for the future.¡± Unable to elicit any resonating response from Silent Disaster, Mask sighed wistfully. ¡°What we need to do now is to disperse these annoying lowlifes¡ª¡± He took out a pocket-sized core and imbued it with magic power. The core¡¯s center immediately blossomed with ripples. Following that, the ground beneath his feet started trembling! A giant stele tore out from the ground as cracked soil and black rocks slid from the top to the ground, producing crackling sounds. The other end of the stele remained buried underground while the stele pointed straight into the sky. After the dispersion of dust, the true form of the stele was revealed. With its translucent walls, one could see the Symbiotic Demon within, with meridian channels and blood vessels spread throughout the entire stele. Continuous flow of magic power streamed through the stele in endlessly, making the stele look like a living creature. There was more than one such stele. As though a command was received, even more steles started appearing on the Deity of Gods. ¡°I will use the Battle of Divine Will to prove that knowledge surpasses brute force, and so-called magic power is only a part of knowledge!¡± Mask stood in the shadows of the stele and raised the dazzling core in his hand. ¡°¡ªAnd I, Nassaupelle, am the most praiseworthy Senior Lord in the race!¡± Chapter 1394 - The Stars amongst the Mountains Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Hell¡­ what are those things?¡± Lightning, who was constantly observing the Deity of Gods and circling nearby, immediately noticed the bizarre changes. ¡°Coo¡­ did they dig up those stone pillars that were buried in the ground?¡± Maggie stared at the steles for a long time before answering. From above, the darkish colored steles resembled erected pillars, but to be erected halfway was too strange. Furthermore, the way they spiraled around the floating island in an orderly encirclement evidently served a purpose. A strong sense of unease surfaced in Lightning¡¯s heart. She immediately activated two Sigils. ¡°This is the Exploration Group! We have captured strange sightings occurring on the floating island! Repeat, something strange is happening on the target!¡± ¡°Phoenix, copy that over.¡± Tilly¡¯s reply came quickly. ¡°I have also noticed clouds of dust on the surface. Please continue observation, I will inform the Aerial Knights to maintain a high level of alert.¡± ¡°This is Seagull.¡± Andrea spoke up. ¡°Can you describe the situation in detail?¡± ¡°Uhm¡­¡± Lightning organized her thoughts and deliberated over her words. ¡°Some of these big and black pillars rise out from the edge of the island. They look almost similar to the towers in Demon City. I can¡¯t gauge their actual sizes, but they are definitely huge¡ª¡± At that moment, she was suddenly stunned. One of the steles flickered with a blinding blue light which looked like it was emitted from within, illuminating the crystal outer walls brightly in the process. Following that, something shot out of the steles at lightning speed and headed straight for the skies! ¡°Those pillars are hollow inside, coo!¡± Maggie exclaimed. ¡°Huh? What¡¯s hollow?¡± Andrea still failed to understand. Lightning yelled out at the top of her lungs, ¡°Fleet, scatter!¡± The thing shot past the two at rapid speeds, drawing a long parabola before entering the battlefield. This time, she saw it clearly. The thing that had been ejected was also a stone pillar which looked identical to the ¡°needles¡± produced by Spider Monstrous Beasts, but were multiple times larger! At the same time, the stone pillars were covered by an obvious layer of magic power, glistening at high speeds. Faced with the sudden attack, both parties panicked momentarily. They turned and dove down in succession in hopes of avoiding the incoming projectiles in the shortest time possible. Up in the vast sky, both the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯s and the Devilbeasts were just insignificant dots. The long distance of over ten kilometers took the stone pillar time to cover. From the beginning to the end, the stone pillar only managed to collide into an injured and slow Devilbeast and sending its shattered remains plummeting to the ground. Just like that? Lightning was startled. They are shooting those enormous projectiles at such a distance, but they neither explode nor split into a rain of stone needles. Are they truly hoping that such an attack can bring down all the ¡®Fire of Heaven¡¯s? Isn¡¯t this akin to using a wooden stick to kill mosquitoes? But before she could sigh in relief, Maggie used her claws to turn her head towards the direction at where the pillar had landed. ¡°Look there, coo!¡± When Lightning¡¯s gaze landed on the the fake formation of cannons, she immediately understood the situation. The Demons¡¯ target had been the artillery formation right from the beginning! The stone pillar smashed right into the formation and erupted into a dazzling blue light. The mere strike on the mountain top evoked a tall mist that reached several meters tall. The heavy sound produced was in no way inferior to the firing of an artillery gun. Due to the immense size, the stone pillar did not stop abruptly, but rolled for almost a hundred meters, destroying everything that stood in its path. In an instant, the formation was reduced to ruins. Lightning gasped. If it had been the real assault formation, wouldn¡¯t it had been a disaster? ¡°Lightning, please reply, what is going on down there?¡± Andrea asked anxiously, ¡°Is Tilly in danger?¡± ¡°No, the planes are all safe, but you best not disturb her now.¡± Lightning turned her eyes back to the aerial battle. After the passing of the stone pillar, both sides once again took up battle formation, their battle obviously unresolved. Her expression became serious when she turned back to the fake formation on the ground. ¡°But the ground units¡­ I¡¯m afraid they are in big trouble!¡± It was clearly not an ordinary stone pillar. Amid the diffusing snow mist, the blue light dimmed down before disappearing completely. Right then, the surface of the stone pillar peeled off and revealed its interior flesh-like composition. She faintly caught sight of things crawling out of the stone pillars. ¡°Did you see that?¡± Lightning smacked her own forehead. Maggie raised her head and stared for a long while. ¡°Yes¡­ they are Spider Demons, coo! Small Spider Demons, coo!¡± ¡­ Cat¡¯s Claw and Kop witnessed the entire scene of how the fake position was destroyed. Although their viewpoint was limited and they were unsure what the thing that fell was, the snow that rose up and the reverberating echo on the other mountain was extremely clear. The calculated eighteen kilometers distance away from the mobile fortress which was assumed to be safe was no longer so. The Demons were capable of luring their enemies in, and at the same time, striking them down. ¡°Captain, the enemies have entered our firing range!¡± Concealed at another location, the observer¡¯s reminder came out, ¡°We did not catch any deviation in the floating island¡¯s movements, the three cannons can open fire now!¡± Cat¡¯s claw bit his lips and looked at Jop. The choice to fire at that moment was undoubtedly a huge risk, but if they chose to retreat, the entire plan created by the Headquarters and the Aerial Knight¡¯s valiant battles would have been useless. ¡°There are times when we do not have to consider if our actions are effective or not.¡± Jop nodded and spoke slowly. There¡¯s nothing wrong about being scared. It was the same with failing. The most important thing was to fulfil the duties as a soldier. And their duty was to unleash the cannons. Cat¡¯s Claw took a deep breath, got out from the cave lookout to the sentry post, and blew on the operation whistle! ¡°Everyone get into positions immediately, we will complete our bombardment before the enemies can even respond! Move, move, move! Everyone get moving, let the Aerial Knight see who is the real trump card!¡± The empty position that did not have a soul in sight was instantly swarmed by a large number of personnel. The snow white camouflage sheet was pulled open, revealing the cold and gleaming cannons beneath. Unlike the wooden replicas, these steel-cast weapons of war had an overbearing oppression regardless of where and when they appeared. Without the need for Cat¡¯s Claw¡¯s urging, everyone completed the loading of the charges and the ropes in preparation for the firing. The entire process went naturally and smoothly, completely unlike the time when they fought against the Longsong Calvary. That¡¯s right, Cat¡¯s Claw was not the only person that had grown. The troops had become a force capable of influencing the fate of humankind. ¡°Report, No. 1, 2, and 3 cannons are ready!¡± Cat¡¯s Claw looked at the domineering floating island and spat out a mouthful of saliva. ¡°Open fire!¡± Deafening booms sounded out immediately as they ignited above the mountain top. The mouth of the barrels spewed flames that became dazzling stars amongst the mountains! Chapter 1395 - Close Proximity Interception Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations There were no test fires or adjustments to the coordinates. The only thing the assault force had to do was to shoot as many artillery shells as they could in the shortest amount of time! Everyone fully displayed all the techniques grasped from their daily training. Although the charges had been packaged into smaller quantities that resulted in a reduced launch speed, the artillery elites were able to maintain the standard of four shots per minute with the three cannons. The small disparity between the cannons created a sense of continuity in the firing, producing repeated rumbles that echoed through the mountains like a midsummer thunderstorm. ¡°They have opened fire, coo!¡± Maggie could not help but hug Lightning¡¯s head. ¡°Yeah.¡± The latter tersely replied, but she was worried for the First Army. She knew that they had seen the destruction of the decoy location, but even so, the assault force still chose to execute and complete their mission. Evidently, they had steeled themselves. Lightning knew she had to fulfill her responsibilities, to complete the investigation thoroughly. Despite the few cannons, the power projection produced was in no way lacking. The enemies never expected for the Deity of Gods to be hit by the human¡¯s counterattack. When the scattered artillery shells landed around the city, countless demons could be seen scattering in panic. It was evident that aside from the large troops garrisoned within the mobile fortress, there were a large quantity of Inferior Demons. Aside from that, Lightning caught sight of human figures within the Red Mist. This confirmed the theory proposed by the General Staff¡ªthe demons had a motive in moving and controlling the humans. But there were no regrets or remorse; Graycastle¡¯s announcements and evacuation had continued for more than half a year, the majority of those who insisted on staying in Everwinter were the dependents of the nobles, and the nobles were the ones firmly opposed to Roland. They would rather take up arms against their own kind than to resist against the demons¡¯ rule. In Edith¡¯s words, they only had eyes left for the little bit of self-profit, and would even sell out their race¡¯s future just for it. The continuous advancement of the Deity of Gods allowed the artillery formation¡¯s shells to approach the center of the city, but due to the concentration of the Red Mist, Lightning was unable to observe the results. Lightning had the choice to call for Sylvie¡¯s help, who was currently on board the Seagull, but doing so would most probably alert the Eye Demons hidden in the city. Once their vision interlocked, the Seagull¡¯s position would be revealed. Even with the assault force¡¯s continuous attack, Lightning¡¯s unease did not dissipate, but instead felt that the demons¡¯ long prepared attack would not end like so quickly. In her hesitation, the Deity of Gods suddenly rotated slowly. Another erected stone pillar took aim in the direction of the artillery formation¡ª Lightning¡¯s heart sank; her worries had come to life. It was impossible for a few Longsong Cannon and Seagulls to stop the enemy from shooting. With the Aerial Knights stuck in combat against the Devilbeasts, the artillery unit were definitely unable to avoid their impending doom. ¡°Maggie, I¡¯ll leave the investigation to you.¡± She gritted her teeth. ¡°Coo?¡± Without any further explanation, Lightning tossed the pigeon on her head high up into the air and charged downwards, accelerating to the speed of sound halfway into the flight. The ground units were not equipped with a Sigil of Listening, leaving her the only one capable of warning them! She covered the distance of thousands of meters in an instant. As for the gigantic stone pillar, it was shot into the sky with dazzling magic power in tow! ¡°Everyone¡ªget to cover quickly!¡± Lightning swept through the formation and screamed at the top of her lungs. ¡°The enemies have noticed this location and the stone pillar is almost here! Quickly find some place to hide!¡± ¡°It¡¯s Miss Lightning¡­¡± Cat¡¯s Claw immediately blew into the whistle. ¡°Everyone, leave your positions now! This is an order, evacuate your positions now!¡± The gunners immediately turned and ran towards the bunkers at their fastest speed upon receiving the order. At that point of time, the shadow of the stone pillar was already cast upon the center of the formation. After the successful evacuation of every gunner in sight, Cat¡¯s Claw ran for the closest sentry point, but at the same moment, the dazzling blue pillar smashed dead center into the Longsong Cannons with an immense might! The powerful impact caused the entire peak to tremble, while the cannons that took the direct hit instantly turned into scattered components. This time, the stone pillar did not roll around and instead formed a large hole in the ground¡ªthis was the cause for the collapse of the trench and underground bunkers. ¡°Cough, cough¡­¡±Cat¡¯s Claw coughed while climbing out of the snow pile. The violent tremors that surged from his feet through his entire body was definitely unbearable. He even felt as though his organs had shifted at that instant. Fortunately, nothing seemed to be wrong with him aside from his trembling hands and legs. ¡°Give me a sitrep on the casualties and pull out according to plan.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw yanked a soldier over and ordered, ¡°Spread the word!¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± ¡°Jop, where are you? Cough¡­ there¡¯s sound there!¡± Just as Cat¡¯s Claw attempted to call for Jop, the clear sound of a machine gun entered his ears. What¡¯s going on? Are the enemies attacking the peak? Even before Cat¡¯s Claw could make any sense of the situation, Lightning¡¯s warning came out from above. ¡°Be careful, the pillar has demons hiding in it! They are the real concealed attack!¡± Demons¡­ are hiding in it? Cat¡¯s Claw promptly drew the rifle from his back, disengaged the safety mechanism, and ran towards the appointed retreat venue. The Artillery Squad was mostly at the rear and had little to no opportunity of using their guns, but under the consideration of the risk entailed with the close proximity of this mission, not only were every soldier of the squad equipped with rifles, they were equipped with a pair of flintlocks for protection. The first to react was obviously the experienced gunmen that had gone through actual combat with the flintlocks. When spray of thrown-up snow settled slightly, Cat¡¯s Claw found a few machine gun squad members already in a crossfire, blocking the region that connected the bottom of the mountain to the center of the formation. The enemies were never-seen-before, miniature Spider Demons. The Spider Demons crawled out of the opened stone pillar and pounced towards the defensive line against the hail of bullets. The Spider Demons were less than half the height of a human and were extremely similar to the heavy-armored Spider Demons that previously appeared at the Northernmost Port. Their heads and front legs were covered in considerably thick Blackstone slabs that were capable of withstanding a few bullets while still moving agilely. Aside from that, they were capable of shooting stone needles like ordinary Spider Demons as a form of long-range attack, but they required the opening of the stone armor on their heads, giving the soldiers an opportunity to deal fatal strikes. Cat¡¯s Claw and the flintlock team regrouped and participated in the interception with their rifles. Although the number of monsters hidden within the black pillar was uncertain, the mountain road was the only path of retreat. Soldiers capable of moving naturally converged towards this point. Be it the rescuing of others or the waiting for reinforcements, they had to defend the crucial checkpoint. ¡°Pay attention to your barrels, do not hold onto the triggers!¡± ¡°Ammo, we need ammo here!¡± ¡°Anti-Demon Grenades ready¡ªfire in the hole!¡± The repeated shouts and gunfire formed a hubbub, while many Spider Demons on the site had stopped moving completely. Cat¡¯s Claw reloaded with a new magazine after emptying one. He noticed that although the Monstrous Beast in front of them were far more capable of experiencing hits than Mads Demons, they were unable to move an inch against the intense firepower. The Blackstone armor on their bodies were incapable of completely negating the penetration of the bullets and soon cracked from the barrage of bullets. If one bullet was not enough, then ten or a hundred bullets would do the trick. It was not difficult for the elite assault force who were equipped with superior weapons to accomplish that. Besides the tempest of bullets was sufficient to suppress their enemies completely. The main defense of the miniature Spider Demons were concentrated on their heads and forelimbs. If they engaged in their high speed bursts, their weak and defenseless interiors would be exposed, so the Spider Demons were forced to advance forward against the curtain of bullets, which gave the anti-demon grenades excellent opportunities and sufficient time to be cooked and thrown. After grasping the clear traits and patterns of their enemies, the humans employed the machine guns to seal the enemy movements and threw grenades to finish them off. This became a highly effective and time-saving battle strategy. But the Spider Demon¡¯s largest weakness were on their backs¡ª A girl with short and golden hair swooped down and flew through the Spider Demons like a specter, opening fire ferociously at their heads with her dual pistols. Perhaps to ensure their agility, the Spider Demons¡¯ backs were left almost completely defenseless like Mad Demons. Her pistol bullets easily ripped through the thin epidermis and blasted their backbones and brains into a paste. Every time she made a move, the defensive line would erupt into enthusiastic cheers. The majority of the soldiers were all too familiar with the nimble figure. She was Miss Lightning, the one they were most proud of! Chapter 1396 - Silent Disaster Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The demons¡¯ attack were completely suppressed. Although the black pillar¡¯s size was astonishing, it was impossible for the complex inner structure to hold an infinite number of small Spider Demons. Additionally, the assault force was equipped with a complete set of weapons, with over 20 general-purpose machine guns, causing the spray of bullets produced at such short distances to be described as air-tight. Under the suppressive fire, the number of people gathered at the retreat point quickly surpassed 300, which was close to the total headcount of the assault force. A small number of casualties was a result of the evacuation. After being separated by the large stone pillar that landed right in the middle of the formation, those further from the mountain trail undoubtedly bore greater pressure, aside from the threat of the Spider Demons. They faced the risk of the dangerous bullets fired by the others. They were only able to keep their bodies low and while attacking the enemies, run along the flanks. Fortunately for them, the popularization of tracers increased the machine gun squad¡¯s suppression and precision efficiency to the point that they became leagues better than they were before. With the guidance of the tracer flames, the gunners were able to accurately choose their targets, unlike the past situation whereby their bullets deviated off the battlefield without them even realizing. But the crux of the battle was undoubtedly Lightning¡¯s timely warning. If they had continued firing when the stone pillar struck, the casualties and death would not have ended there. Therefore, when she floated downwards gently, she gained the unanimous and warm applause from the crowd. But Lightning¡¯s tensed expression did not relax one bit. ¡°Where is the commanding officer?¡± ¡°I am the person responsible for this operation, Cat¡¯s Claw.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw walked forward and gave a bow to the young lady. ¡°Everyone here managed to survive all thanks to you.¡± ¡°You need to regroup and evacuate immediately.¡± Lightning spoke quickly, ¡°The blackstone pillar that destroyed the decoy location contains the same Spider Demons, and they are all heading over here now. Another thing, there are still many projectile installations on the floating island, so the enemy can shoot out another pillar at any moment!¡± Upon hearing the information, Cat¡¯s Claw¡¯s heart jumped in fright. They had already completed their mission to bombard the enemy and according to the plan, the next order of move was to withdraw and evacuate, but their manner of retreat was now completely different¡ªCat¡¯s Claw initially thought to clear out the remaining enemies before pulling all their comrades¡ªdead or alive¡ªout of the Impassable Mountain Range. But the situation had turned far worse than he had anticipated. The two designated positions were not far from each other and even had a connecting route along the mountainside. If Lightning¡¯s report was accurate, the longer they stayed on the mountain, the higher the probability of encountering the Spider Demons midway. The narrow mountain trails were unlike the lands smoothened out by the Witches. With barely enough space to hold two rows of soldiers, they had to factor in the snow and slope, which prevented them from forming an effective defensive perimeter. There were only two choices left¡ªto take the troops down the mountain immediately regardless of the number and occupy the junction at the mountainside before the Spider Demons arrived, or to call for the reinforcements to intercept the enemy. The problem laid in Lightning¡¯s words, the ¡®many projectile installations.¡¯ If the position of the reinforcements was exposed, they would be treated as another important target and suffer from yet another bombardment. After all, the reinforcements were over 800 strong, and resembled more of a main force. Therefore, the most reliable method was to inform the reinforcements to hold back, while they had to rely on their own strength to fight against the enemy. No matter how reasonable this logic was, to truly make such a decision was not an easy thing to do. With the whereabouts of 23 men unaccounted for, either injured, incapable of moving, or still seeking for an opportunity behind the stone pillars, they would be left to survive on their own if the troops left. And Jop was nowhere to be seen¡­ For a moment, Cat¡¯s Claw mind turned adrift. ¡°Captain!¡± Someone by the side called out to him. He was immediately brought back to his senses. That¡¯s right, I am the person responsible for these troops. Regardless, he needed to consider the completion of the mission, which was to bring back as many First Army soldiers out of the Impassable Mountain Range. ¡°Contact team, inform the reinforcements to maintain their concealment.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw gritted his teeth and gave the order. ¡°The rest of you, we will now evacuate this position immediately and meet at the junction at the mountainside!¡± He took out a cowhorn and blew into it, producing the signal for retreat¡ª Under his command, the flintlock troops which assumed the role of defenders divided themselves up, protecting the scattered soldiers who were running down the mountain until the last person left. ¡°Miss Lightning, can I request you for something?¡± After giving the orders, Cat¡¯s Claw looked at Lightning. ¡°For the soldiers who temporarily aren¡¯t able to make it here¡ª¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, leave it to me.¡± Lightning already knew what he wanted to say from his complicated expression. ¡°I¡¯ll leave it to you!¡± Cat¡¯s Claw gave another bow, before organizing the Artillery Squad down to the next gathering point. ¡­ Is this the product you are so proud of? Silent Disaster tilted his head and looked at Mask. Although the former did not speak, Nassaupelle felt as though he could hear the mocking words and the laughter of the other party. The lowlifes¡¯ resistance was far more ferocious than he had anticipated. Even after shortening the distance between them, the ¡°Extinguisher¡± Symbiotic Demons failed in disposing off the resistance. The situation left it quite embarrassed¡ªespecially after Mask had declared that knowledge was supreme. To have bestowed the new Symbiotic Demons the name of ¡®Extinguisher¡¯ meant that Nassaupelle wanted to use it to prove that their existence were sufficient to overpower the human¡¯s fire forks, fire bolts, and fiery rain capabilities. But not only did the humans successfully obstruct the first wave of Extinguishers, they were able to form a defensive perimeter at the mountainside in preparation to fight the second wave. This outcome was truly difficult for Nassaupelle to swallow! He knew that his work was far stronger than the Primal Demons not only in terms of attack and defense, but that they were also not restricted by the Red Mist. Furthermore, they had no fear for their own lives and could never tire out until the complete consumption of their magic power. To him, they were considered perfect weapons of war. If it had been invented a few hundred years earlier, Nassaupelle believed that the Union would never have escaped. Ignoring the Fertile Plains, even the islands south of the Land of Dawn would be easy to conquer! Yet, when it was first introduced into battle, the Extinguishers barely performed better than the Primal Demons. How could it not annoy him? ¡°We have plenty of Symbiotic Demons on the Deity of Gods, I want to see how long these lowlifes can resist!¡± Senior Lord Mask raised the magic core in his hand again. But Silent Disaster grabbed and stopped him. ¡°Do you want to tell me that the magic power is limited¡ª¡± Nassaupelle spoke resentfully. The thing he hated most was individuals that relied on force to ¡°interfere¡± with his plans, and not the inability to comprehend rationality and reason. He knew that the Blood Conqueror was as such, same for the Sky Lord, but he never expected for Silent Disaster to be the same as well. The reason why the improved ¡°spear-wielding¡± Symbiotic Demons had the ability to throw such astounding weights was completely a result of the strong magic power provided by the improved obelisk. Every shot consumed a large amount of magic power; thus, shooting consecutively in short intervals would influence the Deity of Gods¡¯ flight. Aside from that, the huge consumption would substantially age the God¡¯s Stone mine beneath the obelisk, decreasing the lifespan of the Deity of Gods. ¡°¡ªBut if we do not get rid of these lowlifes, wouldn¡¯t we be boosting their morale? Don¡¯t forget the lowlifes which Hackzord had brought up here. They are observing the battle as well. For the sake of the race, we have to annihilate them completely at all cost!¡± ¡°Allow me,¡± Silent Disaster replied in a concise manner. In response to Silent Disaster¡¯s inclination to do battle, Mask was stunned. ¡°You plan to set out with the spears? I have experimented multiple times. When that thing falls to the ground, the force is sufficient to crush all living specimens in one¡¯s body. Even after wrapping the live specimens up, it is extremely difficult to ensure their lives; only some Symbiotic Demons are capable of withstanding the huge impact.¡± ¡°But you haven¡¯t tried it with me, no?¡± Silent Disaster walked towards the stele that was accumulating magic power without turning his head. ¡°Hackzord isn¡¯t around. If anything happens, I can¡¯t save you!¡± Silent Disaster waved his hand, as though he did not take the warning to heart. Mask had no choice but to activate the magic core as he controlled the spear-wielding Symbiotic Demon to open its outer shell. Right as Silent Disaster entered the stele, Mask called out. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t die.¡± Silent Disaster raised an arm, to reveal a white cloth¡ªit resembled the corner piece of a robe. Mask frowned; very few in the race placed emphasis on decorative items, but the thin and white cloth reminded him of the usual getup of Valkries in the Presiding Holy See. ¡°I will not die until all the humans are dead.¡± he replied before disappearing into the stele. Chapter 1397 - The Bloody Battle in the Mountains (1) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Be careful, the following descent will be much faster. If you are afraid, close your eyes.¡± After Lightning¡¯s warning, she carried a Graycastle soldier and flew to the edge of the mountaintop. The instant their feet were off the ground, the duo plummeted tens of meters in a breath before slowing to a stable speed. By the time his feet were on the ground again, the soldier¡¯s face was palish white. ¡°Thank¡­ thank you, Miss Lightning, I¡­ ugh¡ª¡± ¡°Take a few deep breaths, your body will recover in a bit.¡± With that, she flew back up the mountaintop and continued her search for stranded survivors. Cat¡¯s Claw¡¯s guess was proven to be true. After the sudden attack of the stone pillar, a few soldiers were left stranded on the other side of the field and scattered by the assault of the Spider Demons. Although a few were successful in getting past the blockade and joined up with the defense force at the stipulated location, many others were pinned down. Some were unwilling to abandon their wounded comrades, and some engaged in bitter struggles against the Spider Demons, to the point of not being able to withdraw despite hearing the retreat signal. Now, with the bulk of the troops retreating in batches, Lightning¡¯s appearance gave them hope. Although the upgrade and adulthood did not increase her strength, it was enough to save the men by being able to fly ten meters off the ground. The only problem was her ability to carry one person at a time. Additionally, the substantial descent off the cliff that was not a problem for Lightning who was used to flying alone, but the act of carrying a soldier each time was a plummet in every sense of the word. The gunshots at the artillery position gradually ceased. Clearly, regardless be it the demons or the members of the assault force, there were few left. Lightning successfully found about ten soldiers and placed them on a small path on the back of the mountain. ¡°Phew, I think that¡¯s the last one.¡± After dropping the last survivor, she heaved a sigh of relief. ¡°You guys can find your own way down the mountain, right?¡± ¡°Thank you for your help!¡± Everyone saluted at attention, and someone asked. ¡°Do you know the location of the main troops?¡± ¡°They are currently on the other side of the mountain, positioned to fight against Spider Demons coming from the north.¡± Lightning gave a rough explanation of the situation, ¡°There¡¯s no way to do a detour here; just go straight down the mountain, quickly get to Metalstone Ridge before the floating island passes the Impassable Mountain Range.¡± ¡°I see¡­ we understand.¡± Everyone¡¯s expression became heavy, they were able to survive due to the heroic sacrifice of their comrades. Mixed emotions and indignation surfaced on their faces from the fact that they were unable to contribute while the others were still engaging the enemy. But no matter how regretful they felt, they knew that they could not be a burden on the main force. ¡°Oh right, Miss Lightning.¡± Just as they were about the separate, the soldier who vomited hesitated before speaking. ¡°When the stone pillar fell, the tremors collapsed the concealed structure for Cannon No. 3. I saw a few soldiers hiding around there while running, I¡¯m not sure if there would be survivors in there¡­¡± ¡°Cannon No. 3¡¯s shelter, got it.¡± Lightning nodded. ¡°I¡¯ll take a look.¡± After watching the group turn and retreat down the mountain, Lightning soared into the air and returned to the artillery formation. Meanwhile, Maggie¡¯s voice came out of the Sigil of Listening with a new warning. ¡°Be careful, coo. The demons are going to release the third stone pillar!¡± ¡°Can you judge its target?¡± ¡°Unsure, but I don¡¯t think it is the mountaintop, coo!¡± Maggie¡¯s voice suddenly trembled. ¡°It¡¯s coming, coo!¡± Lightning soared back into midair, only to witness the black pillar drawing a long arc towards the Impassable Mountain Range. The demons did not aim for the assault force, which meant they were most probably targeting the troops retreating down the mountain. The terrain there was extremely complicated, and the casualties suffered by the humans would only increase substantially if the Spider Demons breached their meager defenses. The only good news was that the due to the undulating terrains around the path that acted as shelter, it was improbable that the demons had accurate aim to land the stele right on top of the troops. She immediately made the decision to return and support the assault force at the mountainside. Right at this moment on the Seagull, Sylvie suddenly opened her eyes. ¡°Heavens¡­¡± ¡°What happened?¡± Andrea exclaimed in surprise. To avoid being discovered by the demons, Sylvie had kept her eyes closed, the theory being that it would remain so long as she was unable to see the situation beneath the clouds. ¡°There is an extremely powerful magic power feedback!¡± she muttered to herself in disbelief, ¡°It is speeding towards the Impassable Mountain Range!¡± Magic power feedback? Andrea was startled. The term made her recall Ursrook¡¯s curse¡ªin the last battle of Taquila, the other party had made use of a decoy to release magic power to deliberately lure the ambush team. But the decoy magic power source was completely different from the original. It was possible that Sylvie would not be able to distinguish the fine details across a distance of over ten kilometers, but under the current circumstances, she was likely capable of determining if the source was genuine or not. In other words, the anomaly captured by the Eye of Magic was most probably a genuine Senior Demon. Although it wasn¡¯t clear why the enemy had chosen to reveal their identity at such a moment, the people onboard the Seagull knew that they could not sit idly since it had taken action. Right from the beginning, their targets had been the most difficult demons which appeared on the battlefield. Andrea had long waited for this very moment. ¡°It¡¯s our turn to perform now!¡± But Sylvie continued staring at the floor of the cabin with beads of perspiration trickling down her forehead. ¡°Is that really a demon¡­ How is it possible for its magic power to be that strong¡­¡± ¡°Uh¡­ how strong?¡± ¡°Far stronger than Ursrook¡ª¡± Sylvie bit her lips. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that only Leaf in her Heart of the Forest state can compare to that¡­¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± Andrea was stunned. She had witnessed the rich magic power Leaf possessed when she occupied a corner of the Misty Forest. To call it vast was still an understatement, but it was an outcome achieved by relying on external forces. But for a single individual to wield such a power? ¡°Hey, hey¡­ are you exaggerating a little bit too much?¡± Wendy immediately activated all the Sigils of Listening. ¡°Your Highness Tilly, Lightning, Maggie, this is Seagull! Sylvie detected an enemy approaching the mountain range. From the magic power feedback, the enemy is most probably a Higher Ascendant-ranked Senior Lord! Do not engage, I repeat, do not engage!¡± ¡°Then what do we do?¡± Shavi asked timidly. ¡°Do I have to answer that?¡± Andrea clenched her fists. ¡°Only such enemies are worthy of receiving the bullets formed by our sisters¡¯ blood, sweat and tears.¡± ¡­ ¡°Boom¡ª!¡± The third stone pillar passed through the gap between two mountain peaks and swept through the dried up and rotten trees, devastating everything in its path until it ultimately rolled down a hill into the valley. The long and brown path formed by a mix of soil and branches drew a huge contrast against the snowy background. Cat¡¯s Claw let out a sigh of relief. He felt that giving the orders for a quick retreat was the correct decision¡ªthe time interval between the third stone pillar and the second was far longer, and there were only a few enemies left on the mountainside. At present, the time they fought for gave them enough time to face the new enemies. Besides, the stone pillar had landed coincidentally between them and the reserved troops. Not only did the difference in height provide the shooters better conditions for firing, the distance of over a kilometer made it relatively easier to distribute the firepower, unlike the two sudden battles from before. But Cat¡¯s Claw found it a pity that they were not equipped with the 75mm cannons, which could be aimed directly at the giant stone pillar. To be able to destroy the disgusting bugs the moment they revealed their heads would have definitely allowed them to expel the anger in the soldiers. Chapter 1398 - The Bloody Battle in the Mountains (2) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Captain, they are climbing up!¡± ¡°Fire only when they get closer; we do not have as many bullets as the machine gun squad to spare!¡± Cat¡¯s Claw found a suitable roosting location and raised his Van¡¯er rifle. While waiting for the enemies, he kept an eye on the position of the floating island. He was unsure if it he was seeing things, but the floating island appeared to rise in altitude. Previously he could barely make out the edges of the island, but all he could see now was the craggy bottom. But one thing was for sure, the floating island had taken this period of time to close in on the Impassable Mountain Range and its gigantic shadow had covered a corner of the mountains. Upon thinking about the probability of them having to fight under its shadow, Cat¡¯s Claw felt stifled, as though a heavy rock was crushing his back. We have to get rid of those damned demons and leave this mountain before the floating island arrives. Probably sharing his thoughts, the machine gun squad finally let loose the moment the Spider Demons entered a range of five hundred meters, spewing out tongues of fire from their muzzles at the targets on the slope. In that moment, the valley became heated. Cat¡¯s Claw pulled the trigger when the enemies reached the 150-meter mark, the distance he was most confident of. ¡°Fire!¡± The muzzles of all the guns stirred up a flurry of snow instantly. Although none of them were professional marksman, the majority of them had modified their weapons under Van¡¯er¡¯s influence. In semi-automatic mode, so long as the Van¡¯er rifle didn¡¯t jam, it could unleash a metal rain not inferior to a machine gun squad¡¯s. Faced against the tough miniature Spider Demons, the meaning of having concentrated firepower reached a whole new level. If it were the ordinary troops of the First Army equipped with standard issue, it would had been difficult to stop the large quantity of fearless Spider Demons. Suddenly, a black light shot out from the forest like a huge ripple that instantly penetrated everyone. It disappeared as fast as it appeared, the entire process taking less than a second. If not for the shivering of the comrades next to him, Cat¡¯s Claw would had thought that it was all an hallucination of his. ¡°Did¡­ you just see something?¡± ¡°It looked like some black ripple?¡± Cat¡¯s Claw touched his own body but sensed nothing different. The defensive line did not suffer from any damage, proven by the endless stream of gunshots. ¡°It most probably came from that weird stone pillar.¡± A comrade reloaded a new magazine and spoke, ¡°Those things are extremely bizarre, they are clearly rocks on the exterior, but they have flesh and blood inside.¡± Cat¡¯s Claw no longer pursued the matter. Compared to the harmless black light, killing the approaching Spider Demons was more important. But he quickly discovered that the snow vista before him had become darker, as though the sun had been blocked. Damn it, has the floating island already entered the mountainous region? He raised his head, but was stunned by what he saw. The fortress was still in its original place, but the sky had changed. The bright and clear day turned dark and gloomy while golden streams of light shuttled through the dark clouds, as though it was being accumulated. The speed of the sudden change completely surpassed that of any meteorological phenomenon, causing an extreme unease to arise in his heart. Everyone detected the change above their heads. In the short span of 10 seconds, the dark clouds had gathered and blocked out all light. Tens of thousands of lights continued to gather and faintly blossomed in strength. Why does it feel that we have seen this scene before¡­ Cat¡¯s Claw suddenly drew out a bugle horn. Right before he could even blow into it, countless lightning bolts smote down through the clouds in a circular radius and continued expanding out, instantly falling right onto the assault force¡¯s defensive perimeter! The continuous gunshots stopped abruptly. ¡­ ¡°Is that¡ªthe Sigil of God¡¯s Will?¡± On Seagull, Wendy gasped in disbelief. ¡°Even if it isn¡¯t the Sigil, I¡¯m afraid it is a similar type of magic stone,¡± Andrea replied with a serious expression on her face. ¡°Lightning, are you alright?¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± Her voice came out through the Sigil of Listening. ¡°The enemy should have noticed my presence.¡± ¡°Stay there, it is no longer your battle.¡± Andrea warned. The black ripple that emerged was obviously aimed for Lightning, it was an extremely familiar sight to the Witches that had participated in the ambush at Taquila. It was the special ability Magic Slayers had. The large-scale emanation of the Magic Slayer¡¯s power was definitely a bane against Lightning¡¯s agile-type powers. Once affected, the simple change in her speed and inertia would lead her to be trapped. The enemy had no doubt considered severing her ability, causing her to drop like a rock before engaging her. The unfortunate thing was that Lightning took Wendy¡¯s warning and did not charge forward impulsively. This allowed her to shake off the black ripple with the rest of her energy. ¡°Get Maggie to inform the reinforcements that the assault force might be in trouble.¡± Andrea looked towards Sylvie. ¡°Have you found the target?¡± The latter took a deep breath. ¡°It has already charged up the slope at an extremely fast speed. I haven¡¯t sensed any Eye Demons nearby for now, but I don¡¯t think we have attracted its attention. But the defense line was struck by lightning, I¡¯m afraid they no longer have the means to obstruct the Spider Demons any longer.¡± That meant that the soldiers were almost in range of the Monstrous Beast¡¯s stone needles. But she was too occupied to take that into consideration. According to Sylvie¡¯s instructions, Andrea found the Magic Slayer¡¯s figure through the aiming lens with much difficulty, but at the same time, her heart sank. Its speed was not only fast, it was so fast that it could be considered as flickering erratically! If one was just slightly slow to catch up, they would have lost its shadow. To seize the opportunity for a shot, they had to be extremely close. Otherwise, the enemy would still be able to avoid her bullets while in flight even if she used her ability. The other thing that attracted Andrea¡¯s attention was during the First Army¡¯s battle, the completely armored Magic Slayer did not have any blue barrier around its body¡ªthis was not something that just speed alone could explain. During this period of observation, the dark clouds did not dissipate. Gold light converged once more and descended down¡ª The enemy had unleashed the second God¡¯s Will! This verified Sylvie¡¯s warning. The Magic Sayer held an unfathomable magic power capacity. There was no time to hesitate! Andrea suppressed the doubts in her heart and shouted to Wendy, ¡°We need to go down, just like how we ambushed Hackzord the other time. As long as we can narrow the gap, I can ensure that the enemy will have no chance of escaping!¡± ¡°How close?¡± ¡°As long as it¡¯s not within the Magic Slayer¡¯s reach, the closer the better!¡± ¡°That¡¯s difficult¡­¡± Wendy sighed. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be a problem if Her Highness Tilly is the pilot, but Miss Shavi is the one piloting now. Not only do I need to control the strength of the wind from multiple directions, I have to pay attention to the enemy, it¡¯s really not an easy thing to do¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯re saying it¡¯s impossible?¡± Andrea¡¯s heart trembled slightly. ¡°It¡¯s not impossible, but it requires extreme concentration and an all-out effort¡ª¡± Wendy closed her eyes, then spoke slowly, ¡°Well, I guess even though I¡¯m old, doing it once occasionally shouldn¡¯t result in too much of an impact.¡± Andrea was startled, then the corner of her lips curled upwards. She recalled Lightning¡¯s remark¡ªeveryone would think of Wendy as an amiable senior, but under that gentle and soft appearance was in fact, a firm and determined heart. If not for that, she would never had used her precise power to break the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation in front of Cara and save Nightingale. ¡°Shavi, push down your control stick!¡± Andrea shouted, ¡°We¡¯re attacking!¡± Chapter 1399 - The Bloody Battle in the Mountains (3) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The strongest advantage of the Seagull was the silence it possessed despite the increase in flight speed. It was most suited at ambushing enemies from behind. After passing through the clouds, the glider bypassed multiple mountain peaks like an apparition and quietly approached the battlefield from behind. At this moment, the assault force¡¯s defensive line had been completely breached and the soldiers were forced to hold their own ground and retreat while fighting. If it had been any other troops, they would had long scattered after losing an overall command. But the First Army¡¯s situation was no longer as optimistic as before. Upon losing their advantage in terms of firepower, the price to pay to kill the Spider Demons which also had long-ranged attacks increased severalfold. What¡¯s more, they had their monster-like black-armored demon counterpart. Relying on the aiming lens, Andrea could clearly see the appearance of the enemy. Apart from the veined patterns that covered its body and the exaggerated and bizarre armor, it held an extremely large halberd. His entire image resembled one of a heavy-armored soldier. But the agility it exhibited far surpassed that of charging cavalry. Additionally, it was capable of changing directions at will, as though the armor and weapon on it were weightless. For Andrea, it was the most difficult type of opponent. ¡°How far are we?¡± ¡°1900 meters¡­¡± The anxiousness in Sylvie¡¯s voice became more apparent. ¡°How is it, can you land the shot now?¡± ¡°No.¡± She licked her dry lips. ¡°Closer.¡± During this entire process, Andrea quietly activated her ability multiple times. The silver lines in her vision split from one, to two, until it filled her entire vision. This meant she had more than ten ways to fire and hit the target, so long as the target was ¡°cooperative¡± enough. The moment she pulled on the trigger, the final destination of the bullet would be certain. But no one could predict the enemy¡¯s movements within those few seconds while the bullet traveled its trajectory. If it was an ordinary firearm, she could fire continuously and use quantity to eliminate the probability of failure. But the sniper rifle in her hand was a large caliber rifle with a long interval for fire, and she was unable to use the precious God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation bullets as a gamble. Thus, the safest method was to decrease the bullet flight time as much as possible, to force the target to be as ¡®static¡¯ as possible between the gun¡¯s firing and for the bullet to hit the target. ¡°1500 meters!¡± Sylvie could not help but grab onto her clothes tightly. ¡°Seagull is changing directions, take note of the inclination!¡± Wendy reminded. This distance was enough for the naked eye to differentiate the glider from a large bird of prey. Although they were above an intense battlefield, no one paid special attention to movements in the sky. But the Witches were extremely tensed and felt their hearts in their throats. They slowed their breathing despite knowing that the enemies could not determine the source of the sound. ¡°1300 meters!¡± Sylvie shouted. ¡°Closer!¡± Andrea had her finger on the trigger. A single second was enough for the majority of her targets, but since the enemy was a Senior ranked Demon, she hoped to minimize all errors and prevent any accidents from occurring. ¡°1100 meters!¡± ¡°Shavi, pay attention to the gear angles, I¡¯m almost at my limit!¡± ¡°900¡ª¡± Right at that moment, Andrea unleashed her ability. Countless silver lines had practically crammed her entire vision and finally converged into one dazzling light pillar. At this short distance, the influence of the wind and gravity was practically negligible. ¡°What you see is what you get,¡± she muttered softly, and pulled the trigger. Almost at the same time, the Magic Slayer sensed something different from the First Army soldier¡¯s reactions. It suddenly turned and discovered the glider sweeping above its head. The moment the muzzle unleashed its fire, the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation bullet was already flying towards it. No matter how skilled and nimble it was, it was already too late for it to dodge! Following a loud ¡°bang¡±, a shockwave exploded from the Magic Slayer¡¯s body. The powerful force sent it flying, while the dark clouds in the sky dissipated like ice and snow melting under the scorching sun. ¡°Did we succeed?¡± Wendy asked anxiously. On the contrary, Sylvie¡¯s face was pale white. ¡°No¡­ I¡¯m afraid that the bullet missed.¡± ¡°How is that possible.¡± Andrea clenched her teeth and used an enchanted gauze on her shoulder. ¡°When firing, I clearly saw that it had not noticed the shot¡ª¡± Sylvie was at a loss for words, her ability was unable to penetrate the barrier conjured from the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation; thus, she was unable to ascertain what happened in that instant. But she clearly saw that when the black light from the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation bullet closed in onto the Magic Slayer, the space around the surroundings distorted, as though something had stood between it and the bullet. After the abrupt explosion of the black light, everything occurred as per normal, and the bullet shot straight into the target¡¯s chest. ¡°Stop arguing, what¡¯s the situation of the target?¡± Shavi interrupted. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ getting up,¡± Sylvie answered bitterly. Through her Eyes of Magic, Sylvie saw clear scars left on the black armor, most probably from the shattered God¡¯s stone, the most distinct being the damaged helmet. Half of the Magic Slayer¡¯s tall and spire-shaped helmet had been smashed into pieces, revealing the chilly lower features beneath it. Regardless of the reason of this development, the Magic Slayer¡¯s ability to stand indicated the outcome. ¡°Sylvie, help me to reload!¡± Andrea screamed. ¡°We are already out of God¡¯s Stone bullets¡­¡± ¡°Then use ordinary ones.¡± Andrea insisted. ¡°Since the Magic Slayer is able to use its ability under such circumstances, it doesn¡¯t matter whether the bullets are made out of God¡¯s Stones or not. All that matters is we shoot at it!¡± ¡°The sky is getting dark again!¡± Shavi whined. ¡°When will this guy ever stop?¡± Sylvie pushed the half-arm long ¡®bullet¡¯ into the chamber. ¡°But it has already noticed us, if we try again¡ª¡± ¡°That is why I must take this shot!¡± Andrea roared. ¡°If we run from this, I¡¯m afraid we won¡¯t make it out of the clouds!¡± The Magic Slayer that was standing raised its halberd as its eyes glowed a sinisterly red. sinister red lights. The rumbling of thunder spread across the entire valley. ¡°Reloaded!¡± ¡°Wendy, stabilize the direction!¡± Andrea aimed at her target as the silver lines once again connected the target with the muzzle. She ignored the piercing pain in her shoulder and fired without hesitation. As though having sensed danger, the Magic Slayer leaped to the side and swung its halberd! This time, Sylvie finally saw the true appearance of the distorted object¡ª They were light and transparent, similar to a cicada¡¯s wings, but definitely not actual cicada wings. Formed using magic power, they were sharper than any blade and spiraled spontaneously around the Magic Slayer. Even when the bullet was already a miss, they reacted instantly. Some cut directly at the bullet¡¯s trajectory while the rest formed a wall of blades around the Senior Lord. An explosive shockwave appeared once more and caused a snowy mist to form, while the distorted golden light struck down from the skies onto Seagull¡¯s left wing. The glider instantly lose balance and spiraled towards the bottom of the mountain¡ª ¡­ After an hour, the Deity of Gods¡¯s shadow shrouded the Impassable Mountain Range. Following the opening of the gates beneath the island, a large quantity of Red Mist cascaded down like a waterfall and rushed through the ravine in both the east and west directions. Silent Disaster removed his broken helmet and immersed himself in the comfortable and moist atmosphere. Although there were remaining human troops resisting, it no longer affected the general situation. After noticing the appearance of new enemy troops, Mask fired another three spears. The humans would had never expected for Deity of Gods to have hidden firing pathways located at the bottom of the island, and these steles which were shot directly wielded even more lethality. After being crushed by the three spears, the humans had difficulty reorganizing and launching an effective counterattack. Following that, the Symbiotic Demons searched for the defeated humans endlessly until they were all killed. The iron birds attempted to cover the retreating humans once, and one particular red iron bird gave him trouble. Not only was the Deity of Gods unable to shoot down this target, the enemy¡¯s gunfire expended a lot of the island¡¯s magic power. In terms of its speed and mobility, the red iron bird was far stronger than the others. But it did not seem to be suited for prolonged battles, and was ultimately repelled by him and the Bogle Beasts. There was no doubt that victory belonged to the demons for this battle. Chapter 1400 - Ones Conduct Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°You¡¯re still alive?¡± Mask¡¯s voice sounded out from within Silent Disaster¡¯s mind. It was the consciousness reverberating through the Birth Tower. He lowered his head and glanced at the dark white torn piece of robes in his hand. ¡°I said it before, I will not die until all the humans are destroyed.¡± ¡°Very good, but do not forget, I am the determining factor for this victory, Nassaupelle! Without the new Symbiotic Demons and Deity of Gods¡¯s combined attack, even if we had squeezed three thousand Primal Demons, they would have been useless in this craggy foothills¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t disagree.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Not expecting Silent Disaster to reply so straightforwardly, silence occurred for a brief moment. ¡°In all, if the King asks about the Western Front, I hope you remember what you¡¯ve said. Another thing, Hackzord did nothing in this battle, and you have seen it for yourself, although he has his reasons, contributions and achievements should be distinguished clearly.¡± ¡°I agree.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The other party maintained his silence again. ¡°I never considered you to comprehend reason. Well, let us go to where those lowlifes have erected their fiery rain, I will let the Deity of Gods meet up with you there.¡± ¡°You want to retrieve their weapons?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Nassaupelle replied, delighted. ¡°They are the spoils and proof of victory, and precious objects that I can collect while on my journey of probing the profound secrets.¡± ¡­ While ascending the mountain, the Deity of Gods closed the gates before slowly descending. Silent Disaster had to admit that Senior Lord Mask¡¯s contributions was irreplaceable in the battle. With the floating island being wider than the Impassable Mountain Range, anyone standing beneath would feel as if the mountain would be crushed. But in fact, at the moment the floating island touched ground, it would become still and just like if a thousand catties were stacked on an egg, the latter would not end up cracking. After the battle, the transport of supplies and reorganization of forces became extremely easy. Although the Deity of Gods did not touch the ground, they used suspended platforms capable of ascending and descending for the transportation of goods in and out. With their height advantage of over a hundred meters perpendicularly, it deterred any potential enemies far more than what a moat could ever do. It could be said that attacking the Deity of Gods from the outside was an impossible task. While waiting to converge, Silent Disaster suddenly heard a sound from the ground beneath his feet. The position had been abandoned by the humans, and even if there were survivors, the Symbiotic Demons would have killed them. He followed the source of the sound and arrived at a collapsed cave. This was likely a hidden fortification dug by the humans that had collapsed due to the impact of the stele, turning the hidden space within to become a cage. The faints sounds was likely from there. If nothing was done, whatever was beneath would definitely die. Silent Disaster crouched down and lifted away the collapsed ceiling with one hand. He himself was unclear why he was doing so. Perhaps it was the hope of gathering more information, or Mask¡¯s interest in the people from Graycastle had affected him. Not long later, Silent Disaster excavated a cave entrance capable of fitting one person. The dark passageway was not long and after passing two turns, Silent Disaster arrived at the end and found the source of the sound¡ªthe end of the passageway was a rather spacious room with an oil lamp at the entrance. Under the dim and yellow light, a male human sat with his back against the wall as he gasped for air with difficulty. On the floor were numerous bloodstains formed from a result of dragging. Silent Disaster noticed that what remained of the male human¡¯s legs were just chunks of skin and flesh, most probably severed off after he was trapped under the collapse of the hidden fortification. But he should know the structure of this place, even if he abandoned his legs, he should know that it is impossible to escape. If so, why did he go through all these struggles? ¡°A pity¡­¡± The male raised his head and looked at Silent Disaster. ¡°The one I eventually waited for is a demon.¡± ¡°Speak, of the things¡ªyou know. Otherwise, death¡ªwill be something you desire.¡± Silent Disaster spoke rather stiffly. Unlike Valkries, ever since he gained sentience, he spent most of his time fighting the Sky-sea Realm and was unfamiliar with the human language. But the other party seemed to be oblivious to his question. ¡°Previously, I was wondering¡­ how nice it would be if the person who comes is a comrade. But if a demon came¡­ wouldn¡¯t I be sitting here and waiting for death.¡± He chuckled weakly. ¡°Fortunately, there were some charges kept here. With a detonator, I can still fulfill my final duty. But who would have thought that a big fish would come¡­¡± Without a clue on what to ask, Silent Disaster thought to himself emotionlessly.I should hand him over to Mask instead. Right when he was prepared to step forward to knock the man out, a rope rolled out from the human¡¯s hand quietly. The other end of the rope was attached to a heavy object, and the rope that lost its restriction whizzed upwards quickly. It was at this time that Silent Disaster discovered many pancake-like objects piled in the corner, with black viscous liquid dripping from the low ceiling. Beneath them were metallic blocks, which was also where the most bloodstains were found. No¡­ this human¡¯s struggles weren¡¯t for the escaping of this place. The oil lamp hanging on the door allowed the man to see whatever came immediately. The action of him holding onto the rope ensured that be it him losing consciousness or him being killed, it would trigger the setup. He had dragged his mutilated body around, crawling up and down in this small room, just because of his unwillingness to resign to his own fate, and instead create an opportunity. Silent Disaster immediately turned to retreat using his fastest speed! The man smiled. ¡°Long Live¡­ humankind!¡± Exceedingly dazzling light blossomed from every corner of the room and instantly turned the dark room to be as bright as day! After a loud rumble, the sunken cave suddenly swelled up, as though a gigantic fist was charging out from the inside, and threw out a large amount of gravel and snow into the sky. ¡­ ¡°What happened?¡± Mask looked at Senior Lord Silent Disaster who was carried up the Deity of Gods with a frown on his face as he asked his assistant. ¡°Lord, it¡¯s still unknown. The only thing known is that there was another explosion at the mountaintop¡­ The Lord must have fallen into the lowlifes¡¯ trap.¡± Nassaupelle snorted. ¡°How pathetic. If it had been any other Senior lords, I¡¯m afraid they would had died.¡± At this moment, Silent Disaster looked as though he had been trampled by an Outpost Symbiotic Demon, with his shattered armor and flesh mixed together. The remains of his face that strikingly resembled a female human was left with its outline, and his magic power almost emptied. ¡°Doesn¡¯t this mean that your theory is right?¡± the assistant lowered his head and said. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Nassaupelle smiled. ¡°Even the strongest body has a limit. Instead, the Symbiotic Demon¡¯s evolutionary body is the ideal path. To be replaced when damaged, to grow without limits. That is the body we ought to pursue!¡± He no longer cared about the unconscious Senior Lord and turned to walk towards the Birth Tower. ¡°Throw him into the Red Mist Pond for soaking, we have no need of him in the next phase either way. Those lowlifes will never expect that the easily obtainable Kingdom of Wolfheart was never the Deity of Gods¡¯s goal. Swallowing the entire kingdom is the fastest way of obtaining the legacy shard. ¡°Pass my command, adjust course for Hermes Plateau at full speed ahead!¡± Chapter 1401 - The Bottomless Land Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Sure enough¡­ it was just a farce. Hackzord floated in midair and surveyed the north sea. For a few days, Hackzord followed the Land of Dawn¡¯s coastline and searched for hundreds of kilometers, including both ends of the continent¡¯s ridge and the mountains that accompanied them. As the letter did not mention much, he searched every nook and cranny, every possible place that he could venture into for the sake of not missing out on the fabled Bottomless Land. He only stopped when he reached the sea of clouds that was linked to the Blackstone region. But even so, he could not locate the isolated ¡°Afterlife Island¡± mentioned in the letter. It was impossible, the sea had no obstructions. In the air, everything within a thousand miles could be seen at a glance. If there was truly a peculiar island, anyone in the race would had noticed it when advancing from the Blackstone region to the Land of Dawn. It was impossible for the island to remain hidden for him to discover. Hackzord clenched his fists in anger. Damned humans, how dare you swindle me, the Sky Lord! What is even more unforgivable is the fact that they used Valkries¡¯ name! It is impossible for the Nightmare Lord to betray the race, only the humans are capable of doing this, and it is most probable that they had extracted her memories. Even though it¡¯s unknown when the Witches wielded such power, it is obvious as to what has happened to Valkries. A burst of rage surged up from his chest. He suddenly opened the Distortion Door and took a step onto the ocean¡ª ¡°What Bottomless Land, what about the Realm of Mind being here, everything was bullshit!¡± Hackzord roared while staring at the boundless ocean, as though venting the built up resentment in his heart. ¡°How can the land belonging to deities appear at such a mediocre place, I should have realized it a long time ago!¡± ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be fine if I had activated the Deity of Gods to wipe out all the humans¡­ Why did I bother taking the risk to infiltrate the Realm of Mind!? But now, I, a Senior Lord, have become bait at the whims of the humans, and they have even caused me to be suspected by the King. I am truly foolish!¡± ¡°This ploy, I will definitely¡ª!¡± Sky Lord suddenly paused mid roar as he was startled. Just a moment ago, he was standing on the clear and reflective ocean surface, but now, it had turned hazy and unclear. A vast expanse of white mist had unknowingly appeared around him, and his vision dropped to only within tens of feet. Did I enter the mist? No¡­ even if this is cloud of mist, I should have sensed it before. Hackzord retraced his steps and the ocean became clear once again. He turned his head, only to see the tranquil ocean in its entirety. The rage within him disappeared without a trace. Instead, a cold chill replaced the emotions in his heart. This isn¡¯t far from Land of Dawn or Blackstone region, but no one actually noticed this strange phenomenon over the past several hundred years? After a slight hesitation, he activated his ability and entered the unique region. But this time, he acted far more cautiously. After crossing through, the dense and moist mist enveloped him. Hackzord lowered his altitude and advanced slowly. At the same time, he raised his vigilance to its highest. Not long later, a vague figure appeared before him. It was an island, and from its silhouette, it wasn¡¯t small. He flew to the edge of the island and landed on actual grass. Is this¡­ the place that Valkries mentioned? Hackzord surveyed his surroundings, but failed to see anything aside from the mist. He considered his situation and decided to investigate the island on foot. He had just swapped out for a new tank of Red Mist earlier before. The sea of clouds had the demons¡¯ supply line, while the link between the Land of Dawn and Blackstone region had two sentry points. With his ability, the probability of an accident was extremely low. After a few hundred steps, the scenery before him gradually changed. Stone tablets appeared amongst the grass, and the further he walked, the more there were, They were clearly man-made structures, which meant that the island was not an unmanned and restricted area. Hackzord inspected a few stone tablets alone and realized that the inscriptions on them were unfamiliar to any language he knew. ¡°Hello.¡± He suddenly heard a voice. All the hair on Hackzord¡¯s body stood up at once! He activated a Distortion Door without thinking and shot into the air, prepared to make a counterattack. But the owner of the voice did not attack him from behind. The person was actually a fellow demon. From her appearance, she was at the very least a higher ascendant. All the Primal Demon and Junior Demon¡¯s crudeness were completely wiped from her body and the degree of evolution on her body was extremely high. Even her fingers and hair were clearly distinguished. She was dressed in light and white cotton robes and walked barefooted with both hands behind her back. Her manner of speech and looks appeared to be rather amiable and completely lacked the imposing grandeur of a demon of high standing. ¡°I am the Senior Sky Lord, who are you? When did you arrive on this island?¡± Maintaining his distance, Hackzord questioned her. ¡°This place provides Red Mist as well?¡± ¡°I merely hold the name of Guardian.¡± She lowered her head and chuckled. ¡°As to how long I have been here, it has already been so long that I don¡¯t remember.¡± ¡°Guardian?¡± Hackzord jogged his memories but did not find a higher ascendant with the name. As to forgetting as a result of the prolonged period of time, it was complete nonsense to Hackzord. In the First Battle of Divine Will, the demons had not even stepped into the Land of Dawn¡¯s northern region, how was it possible for a single being to survive on an isolated island for so long? ¡°That¡¯s right, so I¡¯m not one of your kind. The one who decides my appearance isn¡¯t me, but you.¡± Guardian spoke gently, ¡°I know it is difficult to understand, but the truth is so.¡± If she isn¡¯t one of us, she might be an enemy. Another thing Hackzord noted was that the other party didn¡¯t wear any helmet or any traces of a breathing apparatus, verifying her statement. Sky Lord¡¯s vigilance increased. ¡°Is this the Bottomless Land? Where is the Realm of Mind?¡± Guardian shook her head. ¡°This is just a bridge that can only be opened with a key.¡± ¡°What key?¡± Guardian paused for a moment, as though thinking of the answer. ¡°¡­ In the words your kind uses, it is a complete ¡®legacy.''¡± When the legacy shard forms one integral whole, the path of the Origin of Magic would appear. That¡¯s the same revelation as what the race has always passed down!Hackzord¡¯s emotions stirred. He had noticed that Guardian spoke in riddles and had to create different names to differentiate himself. It felt no different from talking to Mask. Be it a bridge or a path, they are practically the same thing! Hackzord felt his brain whirling like never before. ¡°Can you take me to see¡­ the bridge?¡± Guardian hesitated for a moment, then turned to look north. ¡°I can do that, but we have to be fast; there isn¡¯t much time¡­¡± After following him for a minute, a giant pit appeared before Hackzord. ¡°This¡­ is the bridge?¡± He was dumbstruck. ¡°Yes, but not everyone can use the bridge. You do not have the key, that is why you are unable to see its existence.¡± What bridge or path, even the race¡¯s revered words are nowhere better than his¡ª This is clearly a sinkhole! But upon recalling the rumors of the Bottomless Land, he felt that it was rather fitting. So the Realm of Mind is at the bottom of this pit? Hackzord did not have the interest of jumping in to investigate. The name spoke for itself, it was bottomless. Who knew if he could still fly out after jumping in. But this didn¡¯t mean he was done verifying the matter. He retrieved a five-colored magic stone. According to the underground civilization¡¯s research, the five-colored magic stone was capable of reflecting an Awakened¡¯s magic power and its link to the Origin; if the Bottomless Land was indeed the land where all living things came to be and cease to be, it was impossible to be completely still. Hackzord held his breath and raised the magic stone to his eye. After that, he witnessed the most dazzling light pillar in his entire life! No¡­ More accurately speaking, there were countless beams! They came from all directions and ultimately converged in front of him, looking like a ¡®tree of light¡¯ that seemed to blot out the skies. The well-proportioned and perfectly scattered lights spreading across the entire world formed the treetop and branches, while the converged and straight light pillar that shot straight into the Bottomless Land represented the trunk. Due to its excessive brightness, the lights looked as though they were infinitely white and it was impossible to look straight at them! Even though Hackzord did not have the slightest idea of what the light pillar was, he felt heartfelt shock arising from the bottom of his heart. The scene before him had completely exceeded his imaginations! Chapter 1402 - Cradle Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Everything in the letter is true! Valkries was right¡ª At bottom of the sinkhole is the Origin of Magic which the demons have been seeking! A burst of complicated emotions surged through Hackzord¡¯s consciousness, leaving him somewhat at a loss. If some of the matters written in the letter was real, that naturally meant that some of the things were fake. For example, the upgrade of a race. During the apocalypse, The Origin of Magic remained aloof and distant. It was a territory that belonged to God, and regardless of how one looked at it, the Origin of Magic hinted that it was one with the Bloody Moon. Races incapable of acquiring all the legacies had no qualifications to touch upon God¡¯s Territory. To the race, the sky was a sacred and holy presence, and thus the name ¡®Deity of Gods¡¯ was given to the floating city. But now, the Origin of Magic wasn¡¯t that extraordinary. It was situated on an island capable of concealing itself and was at the same height as all the others races, even to the point of being slightly lower. At the same time, coming to this place did not bring about any additional benefits. Hackzord was unable to sense a surge in magic power or any qualitative changes to his own body. If one did not have the five-colored magic stone, the Origin of Magic would be an ordinary ravine, completely unworthy of the descriptions of being holy and powerful. What about the so-called upgrade given to the race that enters the sinkhole? Even if it were a farce, it should have at least pretended to be like one? If everything is as what Valkries says, then wouldn¡¯t over a thousand years of hard work that the race put in become a topic of ridicule¡­ ¡°¡­ Sky Lord?¡± The Guardian¡¯s voice broke his train of thoughts. That¡¯s right, there is a self-proclaimed guardian that has been here for many years, and she is able to disguise herself as a high rank demon. From the looks of it, she definitely knows something about the Battle of Divine Will! If the battle over the legacies was just an endless cycle, she might very well have witnessed many races obtaining the ¡®legacy keys.¡¯ Or maybe even more¡­ After all, all the rumors and revelations regarding the Divine Will started from here. But Hackzord was not counting on the other party to be honest. He chose to be pre-emptive. Two Distortion Doors flashed past Guardian¡¯s body in succession, severing her arms at the shoulders, followed by her legs! Before the latter could even react, she had lost all four limbs. Her stunned expression froze in puzzlement as she dropped helplessly to the ground. Hackzord had used the five-colored magic stone stealthily on the Guardian and learned that there was no distinct light pillar above her head, indicating that her magic power was underwhelming. He believed that as long as her limbs were severed, the Guardian would not pose a threat to him. Even so, the Skylord remained in the air to observe the Guardian. After being assured that the other party was only able to moan in pain, he returned to the ground and grabbed the Guardian. At this moment, the Guardian¡¯s white cotton clothes were dyed in blue blood and no longer as soft and graceful as before. ¡°It¡¯s best for you to answer my questions. This way, I can still save your life.¡± Hackzord threatened. ¡°What is the ultimate end to being upgraded? Does God truly exist? Why did he fabricate this entire lie? My patience is limited, tell me everything you know!¡± Unexpectedly, the Guardian did not reveal any emotions of hatred or fear. Instead, she sighed and asked, ¡°Why¡­ do you have to do this?¡± ¡°All the legacies hidden underground were left by the various competitors of the previous Battles of Divine Will, right? My race is currently treading in their wake and will eventually be destroyed as well, and you¡¯re asking me why? Just like how fighting beasts will tussle and die, isn¡¯t this world just another existence to please this so called God!¡± After his furious roars, Hackzord was suddenly dumbstruck. There was grief in the Guardian¡¯s eyes that stared back at him. ¡°I see¡­ You¡¯re not one who has lost you way but one that came prepared. It is a pity that compared to fading away not knowing anything, there are times when knowing the answer will lead to further despair. Especially when you are helpless to change anything. This world is indeed lacking in many areas, but for all of you, it¡¯s already the best cradle you can ever have.¡± ¡°Cra¡­ dle?¡± Sky Lord never thought that he would hear such a term from the other party. The Guardian¡¯s breathing got weaker; she lifted her bloodstained shoulders as though trying to touch Hackzord¡¯s face. ¡°All of you are God¡¯s children, how will he treat all of you¡­ as stage props to please himself? Now¡­ it is time to leave, go¡­ before obtaining the key, never, ever return to this island.¡± ¡°You haven¡¯t answered my questions!¡± Halfway through his words, Guardian¡¯s figure suddenly turned faint, as though having no energy to sustain her appearance. In a short span of time, Guardian disappeared without a trace, along with the tablets that were strewn around. Very quickly, his surroundings was left with the lush vegetation and an endless sinkhole, as though everything that had happened was just a hallucination. But the remnants of blood on Hackzord¡¯s hands informed him that the female-looking ¡°higher ascendant¡± existed. What puzzled him was the fact that the other party had appeared in a disguise, but after her disappearance, she made disappointment and frustration rise in his heart. Hackzord shook his head and threw the confused and distracting thoughts to the bottom of his heart. At the very least, he was certain that Valkries was still alive, and that she might even be closer to the truth behind the Battle of Divine Will than anyone else. The next thing to do was to find a stable channel to communicate with Nightmare Lord. He had too many questions for her. Hackzord stood up and was prepared to leave when an intense and penetrating pain suddenly tore through his chest! What¡­ happened exactly? He lowered his head and noticed a protrusion in his armor as a sharp bone claw slowly emerged from within. It was¡ªthe ¡®blade¡¯ from the Sky-sea Realm. They remained practically transparent while in motion and possessed extremely powerful concealment abilities. Only by relying on one¡¯s magic power perception could their existence be sensed. Damn it¡­ did the Sky-sea Realm infiltrate this island while I my mind was wandering? Hackzord felt his strength drain rapidly. I was careless¡­ He had placed all of his attention on the Guardian, and compounded by the latter¡¯s unexpected reply that caused him to lose his wariness, he had become so distracted to the point that he was unable to sense the enemies concealed in the mist. But what he was unable to understand was that in the past, the enemies were never able to break the barriers summoned by higher ascendants, much less penetrating their armors. ¡®Blade¡¯ was just a claw that belonged to the Nest Eye used for hunting. Aside from their ability to conceal themselves, when were they ever a threat to a Senior Lord? The wound from the stab quickly erupted into a hot and burning sensation. Aside from its sharpness, the claw was obviously laced with some sort of poison. Hackzord slowly turned to look, only to come face to face with a gigantic monster standing behind him. Aside from the familiar curve-shaped bone claw and abdomen used to constrict its prey, the monster before him looked completely different from the ¡®blades¡¯ he had encountered in the past. And further into the mist, many more similar black figures crawled slowly in his direction. So when Guardian said that there wasn¡¯t much time left, she was referring to this¡­ Hackzord¡¯s vision blurred, and it was at this moment when the blade that had bored through his body opened its large mouth and bit down towards him¡ª On the other side, Silent Disaster opened his eyes. Chapter 1403 - A New Battlefield Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After awakening his consciousness, bursts of pain surged through his entire body. But it was something that Silent Disaster was used to¡ªto fight against tides of enemies on the battlefield only to awaken in the Red Mist Pond again, that was his life. Every single time, it pushed him to his limits and allowed him to become stronger, and so the pain was a little price to pay. But this time, it was different¡­ He woke up in a daze and flipped his body upside in the Red Mist as he tried to recall the response he had at that moment. Was it an illusion? Right at that moment, a ripple appeared in the Realm of Mind. If he hadn¡¯t been in the Birth Tower by chance and was in a half-awake and half-dream state of recovery, it would had been difficult to sense the faint fluctuation. The occurrence of the ripple was rare, the last one to have induced it was the genius of the race, Ursrook. That meant¡­ the fall of a Senior Lord. What exactly happened in the north? Was it a mistaken illusion, or was the ripple a pure coincidence? No, I need to verify this with Nassaupelle. In passing, I¡¯ll also ask how long I have been asleep, as well as the situation on the Western Front. Silent Disaster endured the pain and slowly crawled out of the Red Mist Pond, particularly slowing his steps when passing Valkries¡¯ body¡ªAlthough Sky Lord believed that the Nightmare Lord¡¯s body was equally safe in Sky City, Silent Disaster insisted on bringing her on board the Deity of Gods. Although there was indeed considerations for her safety, it was more for another reason. Since by doing so, as long as he was not in battle, he would always have her by his side. ¡°Don¡¯t you worry, I will bring you his head,¡± Silent Disaster murmured. He had engraved the appearance of the human male that appeared in the God¡¯s Domain. The man was undoubtedly the culprit that brought about Nightmare Lord predicament of being lost in the Realm of Mind. Silent Disaster believed that only by beheading the person personally would it bring Valkries true peace. ¡­ In the experimental field, Silent Disaster found Mask, Nassaupelle. ¡°Your recovery was rather fast.¡± The other party clicked his tongue and commented, ¡°Such a recovery speed is rarely seen even in a Senior Lord¡­ I am truly curious of what sort of monster would manifest if you merged with a Symbiotic Demon.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Silent Disaster did not entertain the nonsense. ¡°How long have I been in the Red Mist Pond?¡± ¡°It hasn¡¯t even been a week. Currently the Deity of Gods has entered the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s land, but you missed out on the lowlifes panic and hysteria below. I merely shot a few of the living spears and their cities collapsed.¡± Nassaupelle cackled a sinister laughter. ¡°Flames, trampling, screams, panic¡­ that is how the lowlifes should act!¡± ¡°Has Hackzord been in contact with you?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t he say that he wanted to check on the sea of clouds personally, and reinforce the transit efficiency at the ridge? I wouldn¡¯t believe that he will ever initiate reporting to me.¡± Mask shook his tall head. ¡°To be honest, that should be his responsibility. The role as the Commander of the Western Front doesn¡¯t fit him at all. The King just doesn¡¯t want to see the strength at the main battlefield get affected and gave Sky Lord the responsibility here. In the end, isn¡¯t it me, Nassaupelle, to be the one to clear up this mess?¡± Silent Disaster¡¯s heart plunged. He had been in the Red Mist Pond for about a week, and with the time spent fighting the humans, it would have been more than two weeks. Even with the distance between their location and the ridge, the total duration was enough for Hackzord to shuttle back and forth two or three times. Silent Disaster knew that the Sky Lord¡¯s fighting capabilities was not exceptional. With the noticeable increase of Demonic Beasts sighted by sentries above the ocean over the recent half year, and the link of the two continents where the Sky-sea Realm was capable of using to attack from the rear, it was possible for something to have happened. ¡°Follow me to the Birth Tower.¡± Silent Disaster no longer hesitated. ¡°I want to see the King.¡± With his condition, he required the support of the controller of the Deity of Gods to be able to connect to the King¡¯s consciousness. At that moment, Nassaupelle sensed something amiss. ¡°Did something happen?¡± ¡°A ripple appeared in the Realm of Mind,¡± Silent Disaster replied bluntly. ¡°Uh¡­ you should know I¡¯m not good at such vague and uncertain things.¡± ¡°That is why we need to contact the King. If it was not an illusion, the King will definitely know more about the ripple than me,¡± Silent Disaster replied. At the top of the Birth Tower, Nassaupelle placed his palm over the central hub and gathered magic power. Every Senior Lord had a different innate skill. Valkries was well known to be able to infiltrate into the deepest layer of the Realm of Mind, or Mask that was seemingly blind and slow with the Realm of Mind, only capable of establishing a connection with the Realm of Mind with the help of the Birth Tower. Silent Disaster waited patiently for a long while, but did not receive a reply from the other party. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± He frowned. ¡°Is it not done?¡± If not for the worries in his heart, he would never have asked so many questions in succession. Nassaupelle turned his head and replied in surprise, ¡°There¡¯s nothing¡­¡± ¡°Nothing?¡± ¡°The Presiding Holy Seat¡ªI can¡¯t sense the King at all.¡± Silent Disaster was stunned. The King was the backbone of the race and the Holy Seat was equivalent to a lighthouse in the boundless ocean. The disappearance of its signal meant that the demons had temporarily lost their ability to contact the Blackstone region. Of course, it was impossible for the King to perish; otherwise, the intense ripple from his death would be enough for all demons to sense it. The only question was, what exactly happened to cause the King to shut off the consciousness realm? Before the Holy Seat reappeared, they would be kept in the dark. ¡­ Kingdom of Dawn, City of Glow Castle. ¡°That is the Deity of Gods¡­¡± Roland stood atop the castle and looked in the direction of the slowly-moving shadow. Despite being mentally prepared for it, he was shaken upon laying his eyes on it for the first time. It was not a special effect from the movies, but an object that existed in reality¡ªa floating island capable of accommodating Neverwinter and Longsong, completely abiding by the saying ¡®big is better.¡¯ The mere sight of the island was enough to cause one¡¯s state of mind to be affected. If the black strata had steel frames and steam pipes, it would be the ideal creation. No wonder the upper echelons of the demons were so confident in it. Nightingale came to him and leaned in with a cautious expression written over her face. ¡°Relax.¡± Roland spoke in resignation, ¡°We are only observing from a distance, we won¡¯t meet with any danger.¡± ¡°An unknown territory by itself signifies hazard.¡± Nightingale said sourly, ¡°I can investigate all the strangers entering and leaving Neverwinter, but I can¡¯t check on all the nobles in the Kingdom of Dawn. Why must you come to the front lines?¡± ¡°Because the situation has developed to a point where I am unable to stay in the safe Western Region.¡± Roland shook his head. The First Army¡¯s first defeat, the Deity of Gods¡¯ sudden route change towards the Hermes Plateau, and the panic caused from the plague in the neighboring countries¡ªall of these consecutive bad news resolved his decision. Be it inspiring the troops or stabilizing the confidence in their allies, both required his presence. In any era or civilization, this action was the most direct and effective morale booster. He turned his gaze to Horford Quinn, ¡°All of your ministers should have arrived by now, right?¡± ¡°They are all waiting in the conference hall.¡± ¡°Very good, let us have a good talk¡­ about what we should do next.¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty.¡± The master of the Kingdom of Dawn placed his hand across his chest and replied calmly. Chapter 1404 - Undetected Capabilities Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The conference room in the castle of the Kingdom of Dawn was much larger than Neverwinter¡¯s and was able to accommodate a hundred people without causing a sense of overcrowdedness. The room was partitioned by a long table in the middle and divided the participants into two distinct factions, Roland in the lead on one side with the higher-ups of Graycastle, the other were the nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn and the representatives of the Chamber of Commerce. Compared to the calm expressions the former had while quietly waiting for the meeting to begin, the latter was obviously restless. Countless had worried expressions, occasionally whispering into each other¡¯s ears and their private conversations never came to a halt. Obviously, the appearance of the Deity of Gods had impacted them greatly. If they did not stop the fear from spreading, order in the neighboring countries had the probability of collapsing at any moment. Roland knew that he needed to stabilize the confidence in his allies before that happened. According to reports from the Administrative Office, after Horford took over as the new King of Dawn, trade between both parties reached a new high. Twenty percent of the imports of iron, copper, aluminum, and other raw materials and products came from them. As for leather, cloth, cured meat, milk and other day-to-day supplies, the Kingdom of Dawn supplied half of what Neverwinter imported. Although Roland had worked hard for the trade deal to come to fruition, without the support from the Kingdom of Dawn, it would have been impossible to sustain Neverwinter¡¯s sudden spike of population in terms of living standards. Based on this, Roland could not give up on the Kingdom of Dawn that easily. Besides, there was also the impeccable performance of the Quinn family during the formation of the alliance. Roland did not know if Horford had a successor, but the future was unlikely to have a second Andrea Quinn who could link both parties so perfectly. He quietly sized up every noble on his left until their private conversations ceased. He proceeded to speak, ¡°Since the start of the battle, I have frequently heard of your contributions in the reports, so I wish to say, thank you for all of your hard work.¡± Everyone on the other side of the table revealed surprised expressions. But Roland was not lying. It would have been impossible by the efforts of the First Army alone to have the north-south path up and running so quickly. The path was extremely vital for the carts and porters to move speedily. It was a common practice for nobles to go out in full force and were used to plundering to provide for payment; thus, very few knew of the significance of the logistics and the contributions they had made towards the war efforts. ¡°I am sure that everyone understands the situation with regards to the Battle of Divine Will. Just as I have repeatedly stressed, defeat will lead to complete annihilation. There is no possibility of surrendering, so aside from resisting, we have no other path to take.¡± ¡°I have been preparing for this battle ever since four to five years ago. But humankind does not rest solely in Graycastle, it requires every single human to participate for us to win the this war of destiny. I am very glad to see that all of you have become a part of the resistance.¡± Roland nodded at Barov who flipped opened a thick notebook and started to read aloud. It was the logistic records for the First Army, as well as the contributions made by the Kingdom of Dawn. Roland had no plans on using words to persuade the nobles¡ªall the talk about defending their homes and the pretext of committing themselves for the sake of humankind would not produce any effect on them. The most direct method was still through interests and pressure. And the more detailed and accurate the narration, the more persuasive it would be. He needed the nobles to know that even without them being at the front lines, they were capable of contributing heavily to the war. Secondly, these achievements were recorded down in black and white, which could be exchanged for their corresponding repayment after the war. Lastly, all the traitors or those who remained passive in the war would suffer from the most severe of punishments. At this crucial juncture, Roland no longer had the energy to allow them to do as they pleased. Horford nodded his head subtly from the side. He knew that the King of Graycastle had grasped the main point right from the beginning with clear-cut entrance and the detailed content. This scheme had roped in the nobles that were never part of the military into this matter that was destined to go down in history, a significant matter that would be passed down for a millennium. Most importantly, it would undoubtedly increase their sense of participation. Being recognized and going down in history was a pursuit the nobles chased after as well. Besides, with how Roland had explained that risk and return were interrelated, they understood that they would not be abandoned or mistreated. But assigning rewards had always been a difficult topic for the top brass. A few vassal families had suggested to him multiple times that there was no need to accomplish Roland Wimbledon¡¯s instructions to such degree and behave more like the King of Dawn. His reply was always to laugh it off. The King of Graycastle that developed the artillery, biplanes, and steel steamships deserved the respect, but those were not the entirely the reason why Horford viewed him with such great respect. The true reason for his decisive loyalty and devotion was the benefits his family had obtained. In the trade between both kingdoms, the other party did not rely on their strength or his relationship with Horford¡¯s daughter, Andrea, to gain the upper hand. Instead, Roland insisted on paying for everything, and at times, even gave part of the profits to every participant involved, allowing everyone to benefit. This was far more important than strength. Andrea likely saw this point as well before making a suggestion. Compared to his son Hawn, the difference was too great. ¡°Your Majesty, the premise of your suggestions is that humans gain the ultimate victory.¡± After Barov¡¯s narration, someone stood up and asked, ¡°But the question lies in whether Graycastle can truly defeat the demons? I heard that¡­¡± He hesitated for a moment, ¡°That your army seemed to have lost at the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right¡­ we all know the strength of the First Army,¡± another worried participant echoed. ¡°But the floating island is truly too powerful¡­ once it comes down on us, I¡¯m afraid we won¡¯t even have the time to escape, right?¡± Roland raised his teacup and slowly sipped the black tea. He knew that the outcome of the battle at the Impassable Mountain Ranges would be circulated soon enough since many who had participated in the search and rescue missions were the locals of Kingdom of Wolfheart that were familiar with the terrain. In the battle, they had lost contact with over a thousand people. Not only did the artillery squad lose their members, even the reserve force responsible to receive them suffered heavy losses. The few days spent in aerial battle caused the Aerial Knights to lose 40 planes, half shot down by the enemy, the other half due to unexpected machine malfunctions. Due to this, Tilly had no choice but to postpone the operation. But every cloud has a silver lining. Although the Seagull was hit, Wendy and Shavi were both proficient in controlling the situation. With Lightning and Maggie defending them in the distance, they were able to force land the plane and rescue all the Witches inside. When Roland first read the report, he felt his heart at his throat. In terms of the loss of of troops, it was the largest out of all the military campaigns they had faced. But he agreed with how the General Staff had acted¡ªValkries was only clear on the principle behind the Deity of Gods and did not know the details regarding the Symbiotic Demons onboard. If they had not come to blows with the floating island, they would forever be kept in the dark about the enemy. ¡°The loss was because of our inadequate knowledge of the floating island.¡± Roland told the truth. ¡°It looks to be huge and imposing and even invulnerable, but the truth is that it isn¡¯t so. Edith, explain it to them.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region pinned a detailed draft of the Deity of Gods on the wall and jumped right into a detailed explanation. ¡°According to the observations done by the First Army, it is more or less circular in shape with a diameter of 50 to 60 kilometers, comparable to the Impassable Mountain Range. The upper portion and the spine are able to unleash gigantic stone spears, capable of firing at least 15 kilometers. This was the crucial weapon that caught the First Army unprepared, but this also means that so long as the distance is not breached, it is just a floating island in the sky. We can use this to design a plan, to suppress the enemy¡­¡± Fear always comes from the unknown. Humans would fear emotive experiences or poor descriptions, but were never afraid of a bunch of numbers. Rather than taking great pains to cover their failure, or use grand empty words to deceive the crowd, why not publicize the information which the First Army had obtained at great costs and put an end to the fear from a rational point of view. ¡°¡­ And the aforementioned information is all the details we have on the demons¡¯ floating island.¡± Edith placed her hand across her chest towards Roland. Roland turned his gaze to the noble that had raised the question. ¡°Let me add one more point; avoiding the stone spear¡¯s attacking radius is only a temporary measure. The ultimate goal for the army is to completely destroy the stronghold floating in the sky.¡± One of the nobles gulped a mouthful of saliva. ¡°But that is an inverted mountain¡­¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t as if humans do not have the ability to do so, it is just that you haven¡¯t been aware of it. Just like before the airplanes were created, no one believed that they would ever fly in the blue sky like birds¡­¡± Roland laughed. ¡°For this, let me give you all a first-hand experience.¡± Chapter 1405 - Plan II: From the Sky Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The nobles who were able to enter the Castle¡¯s conference room were basically the supporters of the three families in the City of Glow, many of whom participated in the construction of the road connecting the north and the south and struck it rich from the introduction of the steam engines and production of calcined cement. A majority of them had been to Thorn Town and witnessed the Aerial Knight¡¯s training first hand. After hearing how confident the King of Graycastle was, the worries on their faces finally lessened. Regardless, the open and frank meeting that discussed numbers and information was a rare experience for the nobles of the Kingdom of Dawn. Compared to false and empty assurance, the precise discourse was even more convincing. ¡°Then¡­ what do we need to do?¡± someone asked. ¡°Maintain the current situation.¡± Roland answered straightforwardly, ¡°A stable Kingdom of Dawn will be the greatest help to the war efforts.¡± ¡°But panic has begun spreading. If we were to adopt any enforcement measures, I am afraid that it might instead backfire with regards to the refugees¡­¡± ¡°That is because the demons are making use of the Red Mist to infiltrate the borders, but this situation will no longer worsen.¡± Roland consoled, ¡°Graycastle will do its utmost to assist all of you in stabilizing the situation.¡± ¡°King¡¯s City will relieve the tax from territories that have received threats from the demons, and also provide assistance according to the circumstances.¡± Horford stepped in. ¡°Everyone, this is a war that concerns all mankind, no one can avoid it. I, Horford Quinn, solemnly vow on my ancestors¡¯ name, that regardless of the outcome, I will not take even a step out of the City of Glow! If the Kingdom of Dawn is destroyed by the demons, then this shall be my grave!¡± ¡­ After gaining their guarantees, the somewhat appeased nobles left the room, and the meeting quickly moved into its second phase. Aside from the King of the Dawn, the remaining people were the higher-ups of Graycastle. ¡°Your Majesty, with regards to the strike force from before, I am willing to shoulder all responsibility¡ª¡± Iron Axe and Edith stood up at the same time, only to look at each other in surprise. ¡°No one could have anticipated what offensive methods the Deity of Gods have.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me that you had never considered the possibility of the reserve force suffering an attack, to the point of being destroyed when you guys formulated the plan.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The two could only remain silent. It was a conventional tactic to send a small team to execute the investigation with the main force stationary, but to believe oneself infallible and think that any loss would only be limited to the small scouting team was a foolish mindset. He believed that the General Staff would never have made such a low level mistake. ¡°In other words, at the moment you chose to implement the plan, you have tacitly agreed the significance of investigation far outweighed the risks involving the two teams. Otherwise, the plan would have never been implemented. Relax, I will never use casualties to determine your successes and failures, even if it truly was the First Army¡¯s largest loss.¡± ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°But don¡¯t forget.¡± At this point, Roland retracted his carefree expression and his tone of speech became serious. ¡°All the soldiers have their own families as well; never treat their sacrifice as mere numbers on paper. I hope that the General Staff will remember this every time it comes to an agreement to execute a plan.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Iron Axe and Edith answered in unison. ¡°Then, let¡¯s hear your thoughts on the matters after the battle.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region switched out a new map. ¡°After our analysis, the General Staff believes that there are two possible locations for the floating island after its last turn, the border of Cage Mountain or the Hermes Plateau. The former location will ensure the capture of the Kingdom of Wolfheart and threaten the Kingdom of Dawn at the same time; the latter will ensure the spread of the Red Mist to the four kingdoms, and the Impassable Mountain Range will form a connecting path to the ridge of the continent. But with the floating island passing the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s borders and according to its current trajectory, Hermes Plateau is the most probable location.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°How¡¯s the evacuation situation like over there?¡± ¡°Very smooth.¡± Agatha replied, ¡°Isabella is already hailed as the leader of the Church. Them taking charge is far more effective than typical citizens. It is estimated that they will all evacuate out to the new city in two or three days.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great.¡± ¡°Before the ¡®Glory of the Sun¡¯ is completed, we are unable to stop the advancement of the floating island.¡± Edith carried on. ¡°Once it occupies Hermes Plateau, the Red Mist will most probably pervade through Silver City, and the Kingdom of Dawn will most probably be engulfed. If we lose the support of the Witches, we will definitely be placed in a passive position.¡± We have reached this point after all. Roland sighed inwardly, since the erection of the obelisk in Taquila¡¯s Holy City would pose a large threat to the entire human kingdom, not to mention it being inserted right in their faces. The largest difference would be that the erection of the obelisk in Taquila would bring direct harm to Neverwinter, while the erection of the obelisk on the Hermes Plateau would only cover Silver City. Once the Red Mist infiltrated their only industrial zone, the consequences would be too horrible to even consider. Graycastle¡¯s strength was increasing at a rapid rate and was inevitably linked to the Witches. In Neverwinter, the Sleeping Spell had already integrated into the various parts of the city¡¯s development, such as clearing away the parasites on the ships, alleviating the worker¡¯s fatigue, assisting in precision works, and the planting of coral reefs to expand the shallow areas, etc¡­ Although the steelmaking and other core industries did not require Witches, the substantial reduction of efficiency would become unavoidable. Fortunately, be it the steam engines, internal combustion engines or Magic Cube Power Unit sources, they could all work in the Red Mist, which was humanity¡¯s biggest trump card against the enemy. ¡°It seems like before we destroy the Deity of Gods, we will be fighting against the enemy in the Red Mist for a period of time.¡± His gaze swept through the entire crowd. ¡°Aside from me being here today, I bring some good news. The ¡®Glory of the Sun¡¯ has completed its finalized design, and another round of tests will be set in motion soon. If we are successful, the floating island will not live to see the Red Mist devour the Kingdom of Dawn!¡± Everyone¡¯s face lit up. ¡°Really?¡± That¡¯s great!¡± Roland revealed a smile as well. ¡°So, the agenda of how the decisive strike will be accomplished can now be brought forward.¡± ¡­ After an entire afternoon of discussion, the rough plan was essentially determined. Due to the Deity of Gods¡¯ uniqueness, the First Army did not have too many choices. Either they buried a detonator in advance to destroy the floating island¡¯s core from the bottom, or to have it dropped from above and destroy the obelisk in one shot. Aside from that, the other proposed methods were all limited in terms of causing actual damage to the Deity of Gods. The former¡¯s advantage was its simple implementation without the requirement of a bomber, but its effect could not be guaranteed¡ª Hermes Plateau was large and broad, no one knew where the Deity of Gods would eventually stop. If the location deviated by even a slight margin, the explosion¡¯s effects would be greatly reduced. Furthermore, whether the Glory of the Sun could turn the Red Mist waterfall into a high-temperature fiery column was still a question. The further the floating island was to the ground, the more uncertain the results. Additionally, in consideration of the limited amounts of refined uranium Lucia had produced, this plan was ultimately overruled. The air drop plan posed two difficulties in terms of technique and implementation. But as long as the two conditions were met, the bomb would definitely explode at a location close to the Red Mist Lake, which would ensure the maximum result. ¡°In that case, we will draw up a plan based on this conclusion.¡± Roland slammed his hand down on the table. ¡°Aside from that, we will conduct the air drop dummy runs and the bomb test at the same time. We will get payback for what the demons did to us!¡± ¡°As you command, Your Majesty!¡± everyone bowed and answered in unison. Chapter 1406 - A Night in the Kingdom of Dawn Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations To most people, it was a rare night of respite and relaxation. Even though the Demon¡¯s floating island was steadily moving towards Hermes, the King of Dawn could not see this scene. Being a distance from the front line gave everyone a brief sense of tranquility, especially when they were to head to the battlefield the next day. As the soldiers had to separate to carry out their various missions, the serenity became even more precious. When Andrea walked into the family courtyard, Horford was already there waiting for her. ¡°Welcome home, daughter.¡± ¡°Yeah¡­¡± Andrea nodded slightly. This was her first return home after a year of separation, not as an intruder but through the main path with servants lined along the path to welcome her. In all honesty, she had hoped to spend more time by Tilly¡¯s side, but after receiving an invitation letter by her father emotions stirred within her. In the end, she chose to accept it. He obviously could have told me directly after the meeting. Maybe¡­ he was afraid of being rejected. But if it truly came to a face to face request, she would be at a loss as to what to say as well. The difference between her current and previous visit meeting was that she had a task on hand the previous time, but this time, it was a strange reunion. ¡°You¡­ wanted to talk to me about something?¡± Andrea while walking on the path. ¡°Lots of things. For example, what you¡¯ve experienced at the front lines, your companions, and about Mister Roland Wimbledon¡­¡± ¡°He is just an idiot, there¡¯s nothing to talk about¡ª¡± Andrea casually spoke, then realized her words were inappropriate, ¡°Uhm, what I mean to say was¡­¡± ¡°I can see that he is a tolerant lord.¡± Horford laughed. ¡°Relax, I know that you might need some time getting used to this. I was afraid that it would be extremely unbearable for you if it was just the two of us, so I made some special arrangements.¡± ¡°Arrangements?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll know once you step in.¡± He stopped by the entrance of the main hall. Andrea pushed open the doors. Before she was able to take a good look in the house, a figure pounced onto her¡ª ¡°I¡¯ve missed you, Lady Quinn!¡± I see¡­ She opened her arms with a laugh as she hugged the other party. The person who had pounced onto her was none other than Belinda Luoxi. Other than her, there were two others seated by the table¡ªOtto Luoxi and Oro Tokat. The two appeared rather emotional, with Otto looking as though he was at a loss. The scene made Andrea feel as though she was back to more than a decade ago, the days before she awakened as a Witch. Belinda¡¯s endless chatter and Orro¡¯s enthusiasm quickly dissolved the original stiffness, and her father who was rarely sat with the younger generation, was actually seated together with them. Just to say a few words to me, he truly gave it a lot of thought¡­ Andrea suddenly realized the little bit of resentment at the bottom of her heart had almost disappeared. ¡°Oh right, when the war is over, let¡¯s all go to Neverwinter. That way, we can meet more regularly.¡± Belinda winked at her. Andrea raised her brow in surprise. ¡°You mean¡­¡± ¡°Of course it¡¯s the three of us!¡± ¡°Yes, yes!¡± Oro nodded vigorously. ¡°Wait a minute¡­ Aren¡¯t Otto and Oro the successors to their families? Will the two old dukes from your families agree to you leaving home for an extended period of time?¡± Andrea looked suspiciously at Otto. Could he be the one pulling the strings in secret? That¡¯s rather irresponsible. ¡°No¡­ It¡¯s not what you think.¡± Otto immediately waved his hands and stammered, ¡°Although I wish for that, but that, is just one factor¡­ In short¡­¡± ¡°Let me explain.¡± Belinda patted her brother¡¯s shoulder as she took pity on him, then turned to Andrea. ¡°You¡¯re rarely in Dawn, so you wouldn¡¯t be updated with the local current affairs. There is a rumor spreading amongst the nobles in the city, especially in the City of Glow, that if a family is completely ignorant about natural science, they are bound to decline.¡± ¡°Natural science? You mean¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Belinda smiled and nodded, ¡°It all started from the Natural Science Theoretical Foundation published by Neverwinter, which has now been divided into many different and specialized subjects. Some call it a new field of education, some believe that alchemy and astrology are just a part of it. But regardless of that, it is a trend that has hit the nobles hard. As long as we are talking about any natural science books that come from Neverwinter, they will all be purchased at high prices.¡± ¡°Father was influenced by it as well, so when we suggested our idea, he did not overreact. After all, being taught by professionals is far better than self-learning. Furthermore, many families are ahead on this and father doesn¡¯t want the Luoxi family to fall behind. So this isn¡¯t considered being irresponsible! Father even said that he can hold the position for another few years.¡± ¡°They are just excited about the planes and steel ships.¡± Oro shrugged. ¡°But of course, I approve this notion with both hands up, since they¡¯re letting me travel.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what¡­ I wanted to say.¡± Otto heaved a sigh of relief. ¡°Furthermore, we plan to organize a study group.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Andrea asked curiously. ¡°The content in natural science is too heavy, just the three of us isn¡¯t enough to grasp everything.¡± Belinda extended her hands out. ¡°So we were thinking of choosing a few merchants and citizens with good aptitudes and give them an opportunity to access natural science. If they perform well, we will incorporate them into our families, killing multiple birds with one stone. What do you think?¡± Andrea was at a loss for words. She suddenly realized that change was occurring to everyone, be it her father or others. The people in the Kingdom of Dawn used to see Graycastle as a sinister kingdom that protected the Witches who were known to be a taboo and abolished power and authority of the nobles. The upper class would never view Graycastle as a goal to imitate, and to even assimilate commoners into the family was violating tradition. But now, the once completely stark boundaries had blurred. She could not help but turn to look at her father, Horford Quinn. There was no doubt that he was involved in guiding the entire kingdom. He was truly making up for his past mistakes and working extremely hard. Although the past could never be rewritten, changes in the future could, at the very least, prevent the repeat of mistakes. Is this what you¡¯re trying to convey, Father? ¡­ Over the following days, Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn carried out a joint operation. The nobles set up over a hundred receiving points at the northwest portion of a major road, with tents and rations for the panic-stricken refugees. Under the protection of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, the First Army¡¯s doctors began treating the sick and injured. Gentle and moving songs were frequently heard at areas that were most populated. Even the most irritable and restless would find themselves calming down from listening to the voice. Under the guidance of the new Pope Isabella, patrols were established to pacify those driven away from their homes. After going through all kinds of crises, the people of the church possessed some influence. To them, the only one aside from Graycastle capable of fighting against the demons was the Church. The crisis of panic was ultimately resolved and controlled before it reached an irreversible state of destruction under the hard work put in from all sides. Although the refugees were unable to return to their own homes for a period of time, the places unaffected were stabilized. At this moment, the First Army was also ready to rehearse for the air drop. Chapter 1407 - Setting Out Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Early in the morning, the first ray of dawn appeared across the blurry horizon. A majority of the people remained in slumber at this moment, but the ground crew and garrison soldiers in the new airport established on the outskirts of City of Glow was already bustling about. They faced the cold spring winds and busied themselves along both sides of the runway. The inner linings of their clothes were already soaked from their perspiration. Planes after planes were towed out of their warehouses to the end of the runway. The final inspections, loading, and refilling entered in its final phase. Inside the barracks by the side of the airport, Tilly gathered all the Aerial Knights that had gone through actual combat experience. After numerous rounds of mass recruitment and with veterans guiding the rookies, the number of pilots able to take to the battlefield had exceeded a hundred. Furthermore, there were students more than two times those numbers who were undergoing extremely intense and harsh training. The ¡®new troops¡¯ which were distinct from the ground troops had already taken shape. Although many planes were lost in the skirmish at the Impassable Mountain Range, the number of pilots who survived was high. Compared to the ground troops that had difficulty escaping the clutches of the demons and had to engage in bloody battles the moment they encountered them, the Fire of Heavens were capable of gliding out of the battlefield despite losing their combat capabilities. Regardless whether they were struck by enemies or had some machine malfunction, as long as they were fortunate enough, the experienced pilots were able to sustain flight until they found suitable landing sites. Of course, their survivability was also because of the fact that the biplanes were not fast but had good buoyancy and the demons¡¯ incapability of landing deadly hits with the stone steles. These factors were the reasons for the increased maturity of the troops in their entirety. ¡°All of you should be clear on the details regarding this mission.¡± Tilly crossed her arms and walked slowly in front of the troops. Like the combatants who were about to go into battle, she was equipped in thick and windproof combat clothes. Her gray and long hair was coiled behind her head matched with a blue hairband, making her appear ready and energetic. ¡°Exactly like the past few simulation trainings in the past few days, we will infiltrate and break into the enemy¡¯s defensive line and drop the bomb into the innermost region of the floating stronghold.¡± ¡°But this time, you will not be flying in City of Glow¡¯s air space, but above the enemy stronghold. The ones intercepting you will no longer be students of the school, but Senior Demons and Devilbeasts.¡± ¡°Your Highness!¡± One of the pilots suddenly raised his hand. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that much simpler for us?¡± The one who spoke was Good, and his question incited laughter. Tilly smiled; she did not oppose to such ¡®arrogant¡¯ words. On the contrary, such words were morale boosters capable of easing the tension right before battle. Additionally, Good had already the achievement of killing 12 Devilbeasts alone. The words that came out from his mouth were not empty words of arrogance. ¡°It might seem so at first glance, but the Senior Demons on the Devilbeasts are not enemies you can ever belittle, I hope that you will return safely to prove this point.¡± Tilly then changed the topic. ¡°Aside from that, I need to emphasize that the surface of the floating island is extremely expansive, so infiltrating the core region means that your surroundings will be their territory. One can imagine a forced landing there. As much as possible, I want everyone to avoid suffering any accidents. I want all of you to throw the idea of risking yourselves at the cost of an enemy¡¯s attack for an opportunity to kill them to the back of your heads, understand!?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± ¡°Very good, we will move on to the formation arrangements. Those designated to ¡®Fury of Heaven¡¯ will assume the task of dropping the explosive charges.¡± When those words were spoken, all the Aerial Knights immediately pricked up their ears and focused. Fury of Heaven planes were the first batch of improved Fire of Heaven planes. Their bodies were even more compact and the cockpit had an additional round glass lid. Not only was Fury of Heaven more aesthetically pleasing, it received many capability upgrades. The most crucial change modification was the new star-shaped engine and external weapons system. The former was an inferior version of the Phoenix¡¯s engine with a lower power output and without supercharge capabilities yet satisfying the assembly line output standards. The latter included the autocannons and aerial bombs, and could be customized based on the mission. The first 10 Fury of Heaven planes from the factory were transported over by sea and were core to the air raid exercises. Those chosen to fly the new planes were undoubtedly the pilots recognized as outstanding candidates by the Princess. Tilly intentionally paused for a moment, then pulled out a name list. ¡°According to the plan, the 10 planes will be split into two teams with corresponding flight teams for escort, the first team Captain will be¡ªGood.¡± ¡°As you command!¡± Everyone turned and cast envious gazes at him. As the Aerial Knight with the best combat record, there was no dispute to him being selected. ¡°Second team Captain¡ªManfeld.¡± The latter was stunned and took a while to recover. ¡°Your Highness, you selected me?¡± ¡°Is there a second Manfeld here?¡± Tilly frowned. ¡°Yes, yes! As you command!¡± Manfeld cried out in joy. The nomination led to a flurry of whispers. Compared to the majority of the veteran Aerial Knights, he was a newcomer and the entries in his combat record could be counted with one hand. At the Impassable Mountain Range, his performance was only average, with him only taking down one demon. Although he performed well in practice, it was unexpected for him to be chosen as Captain. But Tilly knew the immense talent and aptitude the newcomer had. It not only displayed in his piloting skills but his performance in intense battles. In terms of flight techniques, Tilly ranked him as top 10 within the Aerial Knights. But he greatly surpassed his peers in terms of his battle sense. During the aerial battle, only Tilly noticed Manfeld¡¯s plane remaining at the formation¡¯s weakest position and drove away the hostile forces which attempted to attack from those spots, giving her Phoenix complete mobility to move about. Be it protecting his comrades going into offense or dispelling danger for them, Manfeld always appeared at the most needed locations. This was definitely not an easy feat; aerial battles were mostly about rapid and substantial changes. The majority of pilots were only able to focus on their wingman and themselves, which was the aerial units required further subdivisions. The ability to examine the entire battlefield as a whole while being involved and seizing the effective incisions, his acute sense and scope far surpassed his flying ability. Compared to Good who stood out for his individual skill, Manfeld¡¯s advantage and superiority appeared on the team level; thus, it was even possible that even he did not realize where his true talent lay. After the battle, Tilly immediately looked up his detailed records. A knight lineage might had explained his attainments, but something worth musing was that a knight with such capabilities was unable to save his declining family. Manfeld¡¯s physique and strength limited his ability in close combat. If placed in a one-on-one battle, she believed that Carter could take him down with one hand. But the physical strength of a pilot was not a factor for the rumbling engine and autocannons. By relying on the strength of the biplanes, the vast sky was obviously the perfect battleground for him to display his abilities. Tilly did not explain her choice and believed that after going through a few more battles, Manfeld and the others would naturally notice his advantage. After disseminating the list of the two teams, she looked up towards the sun and issued the command to move out. Directed by the signal flags, Phoenix was the first to glide across the runway and soar into the sky. The golden sunlight reflected against the metal wings and emitted a dazzling halo. Following behind her was the Seagull. After the fall and crash of the first biplane, Anna produced a second quickly. In her perspective, it did not take her much time to do something she was so familiar with. Finally, 40 Fire of Heaven planes and 10 Fury of Heaven planes with autocannons suspended on their wings formed a large fleet that swept over the City of Glow before disappearing into the western clouds. Chapter 1408 - Different People Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations At the same time, Roland stood atop the castle walls and watched the fleet until they disappeared into the distance. ¡°Aren¡¯t we being a little too hasty?¡± Nightingale expressed her worry, ¡°The new biplanes only arrived yesterday, and they didn¡¯t even complete any formal training regarding the dropping of bombs.¡± Having been by Roland¡¯s side for so long, she had a clear understanding towards the First Army¡¯s combat processes. Every newly announced plans absolutely required drills and dummy runs. The General Staff would first undergo war room planning and verify its feasibility before moving onto the actual drill practice. Although the operation was to prepare for the Glory of the Sun, it was itself a standalone battle. According to usual practices, participants had to first study and practice with the corresponding task until they were confident of success before executing the mission. ¡°Yes, but time waits for no man.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Currently, all our reports indicate that Hackzord did not appear in any battle¡­ In other words, the letter worked. The problem is that the Sky Lord is naturally mistrustful and paranoid; no one knows how long the letter will work to keep him away, so the faster the air strike occurs, the better.¡± On a fundamental level, the operation was like the assault force¡ªto probe the enemy. How would they react to an air strike? Did the Deity of Gods have any corresponding defensive measures? All of these were questions that they needed answers to before the decisive battle. ¡°Then¡­ will it be fine without any training? ¡°Relax.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°Tilly already has a plan.¡± Dropping a bomb was a technical skill that required perfect coordination between the pilot and plane¡¯s equipment where even just ten to fifteen days of practice would produce little results. Now that they were in a rush for time, the first batch of Fury of Heavens did not come installed with sighting equipment, so it was impossible to practice even if they wanted to. The plan proposed by Tilly made Hill assume central command¡ªas long as the speed and altitude of the planes were defined, the drop point could be calculated; thus, the entire process became extremely simple. There was no need for the pilot to observe the ground; he was only required to release the trigger upon receiving command. This method was somewhat similar to the early warning aircraft systems employed and developed in later generations, where the capabilities of tracking, positioning and, pursuit of the desired target were outsourced to a third party. When the data to open fire was transmitted to the aircraft, the latter would unleash fire and complete the final step for the offense. The Seagull was precisely the early warning aircraft system to be in control of the overall situation. ¡°So that¡¯s how it is.¡± After Roland¡¯s explanation, Nightingale revealed a look of enlightenment. ¡°As expected of Princess Tilly¡­¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Roland raised a brow. ¡°And I thought that you would be sighing with regret for being the only person to not understand what it means.¡± ¡°Well of course, that might have been possible if it were the past.¡± She rolled her eyes. ¡°But with Anna around, even people who have immense amount of knowledge would believe that they know nothing. I¡¯ve long gotten used to it.¡± Roland was dumbstruck by her reply. There was nothing glorious about it, yet Nightingale was able to answer with such confidence. But her frank reply made him surprised as well. ¡°And I¡¯ve understood something over the past few years¡­¡± Nightingale shrugged her shoulders. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°See, you¡¯re not a know-it-all, right?¡± She turned toward the gentle rays of the morning sun, her fringe reflecting the golden light. ¡°But since you asked, I will reluctantly explain it to you¡ªevery single person has their respective strengths; there isn¡¯t a need to blindly imitate someone else and one should focus on their own strengths. Or could it be that you only like¡­ people who are extremely knowledgeable?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland was momentarily left speechless. But it was a question that did not require his answer. Nightingale¡¯s expression revealed that she understood him clearly. ¡°That¡¯s all there is to it. So remember to place more Chaos Drinks inside the cabinet.¡± Nightingale shook her fingers and turned to walk down the castle. ¡°When everyone returns in triumph, I have to gather them to have a good celebration.¡± Roland stared at her departing figure for a long time before coming to his senses. We aren¡¯t even in Neverwinter, where am I supposed to obtain Chaos Drinks¡­ and that sentence of focusing on one¡¯s strengths, wasn¡¯t it just a pretext for her to enjoy life openly! He shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry and followed along. ¡­ ¡°This is Seagull, Your Highness. You have entered the floating island¡¯s alert radius.¡± Early in morning at 8:35, Sylvie used the Sigil of Listening and issued her first warning. ¡°In less than a minute, the fleet will be within the attacking radius of the steles.¡± ¡°Copy.¡± Tilly sneered. ¡°I see them.¡± Tilly never thought of hiding herself from the demons right from the beginning, she knew that the Deity of Gods had Eye Demons as sentries¡ªthe moment Sylvie saw them, they immediately noticed her. If the Seagull revealed its importance, it would be unfavorable to the plan. So she chose to go all in and attract as much attention of the enemy onto the fleet of fighter planes. Right after Sylvie¡¯s first warning, the enemies reacted. Many black dots rose into the air from the island and went into formation before flying towards them. Hmph, they are rather cautious. Tilly activated the wireless transmitter emotionlessly and tuned to all frequencies. ¡°Attention, the demons have revealed themselves. Everyone, focus and prepare for battle! Team One, Team Two, move according to plan!¡± ¡°Understood,¡± Good and Manfeld replied at the same time. The Aerial Knights had an extremely simple formation. 50 biplanes were divided into two waves. The team tasked with the bombardment flew above the clouds in order to cut down the detection time of the enemies. Aside from the Fury of Heaven team and the five planes to protect the Seagull, the remaining 35 Fire of Heaven planes assumed the role of scattering the Demon¡¯s defense. The main fighter planes quickly closed into the 10 kilometer radius of the stronghold. At this distance, the black rocks on the floating island that resembled scales and the central city were visible with the naked eye. But at this moment, the steles that surrounded the stronghold didn¡¯t rise as though non-existent. To their expectations, the black steles were not meant to fight against the Aerial Knights. ¡°This is Phoenix. Has anyone located the Senior Lord that ambushed the ground force previously?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°¡­¡± Sylvie searched for a moment. ¡°Not yet.¡± Seems like luck is on our side today. Tilly looked back at the sun which was slowly rising above the horizon, the blinding light had perfectly covered the Aerial Knight¡¯s direction of offense. ¡°The weather is good; a perfect day for their eternal rest.¡± She suddenly accelerated. With the resounding roar from the engine, her plane flew upwards and was the first to shoot towards the enemy¡ª ¡­ ¡°Princess Tilly has engaged the enemy.¡± Sylvie reported with a solemn expression. From the looks of the situation, the Aerial Knights were at a clear disadvantage in terms of numbers. As they had taken the initiative to attack the demons¡¯ main nest, the mobilization of the Devilbeasts were much faster than the previous time. ¡°The enemy count is still increasing, if this goes on¡­ they will get surrounded.¡± As though having sensed her worry, Wendy reassured her, ¡°Relax, although there are more demons, the Aerial Knights do not need to shoot every single one of them down. They only need to delay them for ten minutes. Those devilbeasts cannot compete in terms of speed, it¡¯ll be better if you focus on the main objective.¡± That¡¯s right¡­ the earlier we drop the bombs, the earlier they are able to retreat. Worrying for both ends will only make me lose sight of my objective. Sylvie bit her lips and focused her attention to the center of the main island. Through the layers of Red Mist, a grand square and sharp monument suddenly entered her vision. Although she was observing from a high and distant altitude, she was able to sense the immensity of the building¡ªthe building standing at a height of several hundred meters resembled a pillar rising from the deepest pit into the heavens. It felt as though all the human buildings that she had encountered had lost their luster in the presence of this construct. Chapter 1409 - Bomb (I) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Sylvie came to a realization that the structure before her was the mission¡¯s main target. The scene of the center of the floating island was completely different from what Roland had illustrated. The demon city was built around the tall and pointed obelisk with a deep pit that separated the two. Countless inferior demons adhered themselves along the walls of the pit like worms living parasitically on the surface of a tree. On closer look, one would discover that they were excavating the walls endlessly and enlarging the size of the pit. Most of the Red Mist was deposited here and formed a red lake. The towers close to the walls of the pit would eventually fall into the lake and become part of the large pit. It was rumored that the obelisk wasn¡¯t that large in the beginning, but would grow continuously like a living animal while the accumulated Red Mist would expand. From these two points, one could roughly gauge the age of a demon city. The city before Sylvie was obviously ancient. Compared to the target, the biplanes could only be described as insignificant. Ignoring the bombs carried by the planes, even if the planes were to charge into the Red Mist, it was hard to imagine how that would ignite the Red Mist lake. Suddenly, Sylvie let out a soft exclamation. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± the sharp and attentive Wendy immediately asked in concern. ¡°I found a very strange¡­ demon.¡± A demon standing at the top of the obelisk attracted her attention. According to how the demons worshiped the sky, any demon able to ascend the obelisk was no doubt an important figure. And in her eyes, the appearance of this particular demon revealed that it was no run-of-the-mill demon. It had a cloak wide enough to cover three to four humans with all sorts of ornaments hanging all over. When she got closer, she discovered that this demon had bone knives, metal armors, and even a few screws. The enemy¡¯s head was also extremely unique. It was shaped like a pillar with all sorts of mask hung all over. The strange sight caused her hair to stand. ¡°Does it have very strong magic power undulations?¡± ¡°No¡­ it isn¡¯t strong at all.¡± This was what Sylvie was confused about. From its exterior appearance, it was at least a Senior Demon, but it showed no signs of moving upon its appearance. It did not even have any intention of gathering magic power to unleash anything, the only thing it did was to stare in the direction of the Aerial Knights without any intention of participating in any battle. But since it did not pose any threat to everyone, Sylvie did not concern herself with it. She refocused her attention back to judging the most suitable drop zones for the two Fury of Heaven planes which were responsible for dropping the bombs since they were already reaching the edge of the city. Two minutes later, she issued the first command through the transmitter. ¡°Team 1, you may drop the package.¡± ¡°Roger that. Good out.¡± Even though it was a clear day, the clouds above the Impassable Mountain Range floated at a reasonable height. With the floating island moving at a constant altitude, the Fury of Heaven planes that flew over the clouds were not detected by any enemy. Five biplanes formed a line and dropped the bombs weighing a 150 kilograms from the belly of their planes at a stable speed. The instant the heavy bombs were released from the plane, Good felt the entire plane lift up as though its entire body had turned somewhat lighter. The regretful thing was that he was unable to witness the outcome of the battle. But Sylvie saw it extremely clearly. Due to gravity, the five bombs quickly turned their heads towards the ground and used the inertia from the planes to follow a parabolic arc towards the city center. By the last 500 meters, they were almost perpendicular to the ground. The demons also noticed the ¡®uninvited guests¡¯ from above. Another devilbeast soared into the air and flew towards the clouds¡ªbut the movements of the devilbeasts paled in comparison to the descending bombs. The five shadows dropped into the city in succession and exploded into a blazing fireball, producing smoke, dust, and rubble that flew over 10 meters high. The power and impact far exceeded that of a 152mm Howitzer! Although Sylvie was unable to hear the explosion, she was able to clearly sense the tremendous effects from the tremors caused by the violent explosions and the blast wave that radiated in every direction. At the same time, the heatwave produced a few ¡®cavities¡¯ in the Red Mist like the formation of air-bubbles in fluffy bread. From a bird¡¯s eye view, the diffusing grayish-black smoke pillar was extremely striking within the Red Mist. Perhaps the City rarely suffered from attacks for centuries in the past, but in less than half a month, since its invasion into the Impassable Mountain Range, its core area had been visited by the humans twice. Yet, Sylvie¡¯s heart sank. The drops were more accurate than the Longsong Cannons and had successfully fallen into the city center, albeit spanning a large area. However, due to the wind¡¯s influence, only two bombs struck the Red Mist Lake. Furthermore, they did not come into contact with the ¡®lake¡¯s surface¡¯ and exploded in midair. The instant the fireball appeared, she witnessed a rippling blue light wave¡ªexactly like the barrier that appears on Senior Demons! ¡°What happened?¡± Wendy noticed her peculiar expression. ¡°The obelisk¡¯s surroundings¡­ is protected by a magic power barrier,¡± Sylvie muttered. ¡°The bombs failed to be effective¡­¡± ¡°Hey, hey.¡± Shavi turned her head back in disbelief. ¡°You mean that the demons expanded their barriers to the size of a city? How is that possible?¡± She knew it was simply inconceivable. The effect of an ability was linked to the overall amount of magic power. For the barrier to encompass such a large area, it was impossible even for all the Witches combined. But the truth laid right in front of them, preventing her from shying away from the truth. That¡¯s right¡­ that Senior Demon at the top of the obelisk! The instant she recalled the peculiar demon, Sylvie turned to look at him. This glance instantly caused all the hairs on her body to stand as an indescribable feeling surged from her heart¡ª The latter had unknowingly extended all of his dry and long arms to remove the masks from his head, revealing an extremely grotesque appearance. There were more than 10 stacked heads¡ªa mix of demons, humans, and god knows what other creatures¡ªthat looked up to the sky. One of the faces was a female face that appeared extremely jarring. Every single face revealed different smiles, and it could be said to be the most disturbing scene that anyone could witness. Sylvie could no longer endure the sight. She stooped down and let out a burst of vomiting sounds as she abruptly stopped her ability. Wendy immediately picked up the communication device. ¡°This is Seagull. Team 2, dump the bombs immediately and return.¡± ¡°Copy that, was Team 1 successful?¡± ¡°No¡­ there is a magic powered barrier around the obelisk, preventing the bombs from entering the deep hole.¡± ¡°Barrier?¡± The other side remained silent for a moment. ¡°Got it. But I want to try again.¡± ¡°But there has been an accident here, Sylvie is temporarily unable to provide guidance, and the Devilbeasts are already nearing the clouds!¡± ¡°Relax, Team 1 will cover us.¡± Wendy connected to Tilly and reported the situation. Surprisingly, the latter remained indifferent. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter; let Team 2 try it out. We haven¡¯t reached the point of retreat yet.¡± Chapter 1410 - Bomb (II) Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations At the same time, Good received incoming communications from the Captain of Team 2. ¡°This is Manfeld. Senior Good, I want to charge out of the clouds, I hope that you can help me!¡± ¡°Out of the clouds, are you crazy? We are in the enemy¡¯s headquarters!¡± Before Good could reply, Finkin roared into the communication device, ¡°And you heard it too, there is a barrier protecting the mist, what can you do? Newcomer, the battlefield isn¡¯t a place for you to joke around!¡± As the most advanced and improved biplanes, all the Fury of Heaven planes were equipped with transmitter-receivers, which was the reason why they dared to travel through the clouds without Tilly¡¯s commands. But Good did not object immediately. Compared to their levels of seniority in the academy, he was even more curious about the other party¡¯s plan. ¡°I heard your request, Manfeld. But even if gain sight of the target, you should know that without Ms. Sylvie¡¯s calibration, the probability of you landing a fatal strike is extremely slim.¡± Good had noticed the extraordinary gift the newcomer possessed during training. It was rumored that Manfeld was a down and out knight who came to Graycastle after being unable to integrate into the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Many Aerial Knights that came from ordinary backgrounds acted like his seniors mainly to vent their resentment and unhappiness of being bullied by nobles in the past. In all honesty, Good did not have any favorable impressions towards the knights from the Kingdom of Wolfheart. They looked flamboyant, domineering, and were insufferably arrogant. But when they truly met strong enemies, they ran faster than anyone else. Good had witnessed countless disgraceful situations when the Hermes Church annexed the Kingdom of Wolfheart. But it was Good¡¯s first encounter with a knight who took the initiative to seek permission to do battle; thus, he wanted to know if the other party was intentionally trying to perform in front of Her Highness, or was he truly someone that stood out from the masses. ¡°Senior, do you remember the method of using the plane¡¯s body to control the trajectory of the bullets?¡± Manfeld asked, ¡°I think it should work with the bombs as well!¡± The moment he finished his sentence, Good felt the buzzing sounds around him turn softer, as though his surrounding had become more spacious. ¡°That brat has already flown out of the clouds!¡± Finkin shouted, ¡°What should we do?¡± Using the plane¡¯s body to control the drop, hmm¡­ Good quickly realized the similarities in both techniques. He coughed twice. ¡°We can¡¯t leave Team 2 behind; Her Highness Tilly is still watching us from the side!¡± ¡°¡­ Hahaha, that¡¯s right!¡± Finkin paused for a moment, then changed his tone into one of righteousness. ¡°Protecting comrades is what I¡¯m proficient in, all of you go ahead without worries. Leave the devilbeasts to Team 1, Yeehaw¡ª!¡± You¡¯re truly easy to read. Good sighed, then pushed his control stick forward. The two teams flew out of the clouds from different positions and dove downwards, drawing two paths in the sky and at the same time going against the devilbeasts. Although the Fury of Heavens were fewer in numbers compared to the latter, they pressed forward imposingly. One team flew in an arc and collided with the devilbeasts while the other team flew straight for the obelisk. At such close distances, they were able to recognize the target even without Sylvie¡¯s guidance. Midway, a portion of the demons attempted to intercept the five Fury of Heaven planes, but the disparity in speed was plainly visible at that moment. The devilbeasts stabilized their altitude only to have the biplanes brushed past them. The Fury of Heaven planes that carried the 150 kilogram bombs were not afraid of being caught up by the devilbeasts. After adjusting his direction, Manfeld dropped the bombs. His comrades following behind closely imitated his actions. The bombs maintained a similar speed and direction to that of the planes. After flying past the defense towers and buildings, they flew towards the lake. Compared to the first bomb drop, these five bombs were concentrated in one location. Aside from the first bomb being stopped by the obelisk, the remaining four exploded directly above the Red Mist Lake. The successive explosions caused the entire city to tremble. Under the soaring flames, blue ripples flickered repeatedly, preventing any of the blast to affect the Red Mist Lake from start to end. But everyone noticed the barrier was no longer as radiant as it was in the beginning. ¡°Well done, Newcomer.¡± Finkin whistled. Good performed an abrupt turn and broke away from the devilbeast¡¯s pursuit. He then switched to the all-frequency channel. ¡°Your Highness Tilly, Team 1 and Team 2 have accomplished the dropping of the bombs. Requesting permission to return!¡± ¡°Understood, permission granted.¡± The Phoenix shot out a red flare, to which the fleet responded by disengaging the demons and soared higher into the sky. Relying on the dazzling sunlight, they disappeared into the blue sky. ¡­ Mask released a contented gasp. The humans had surpassed his expectations time and time again. The separation of combat units, the feint by the main attacking force and immediate retreat after delivering the strike without any delay¡­ It was a mere two to three minutes of time from the time it took the defensive troops to ascend, intercept, and to the end of battle. The nimble battle plan had undoubtedly maximized the strengths of the war machines even under the many restrictions. It¡¯s no wonder Ursrook had such restraining fear towards the humans, seems like I have indeed wronged him. But even the genius of the race only saw the threat the humans posed, and did not even perceive the essence of this mystery. On the other hand, if even the clumsy and slow humans were capable of flying in the sky with the help of those iron birds, wouldn¡¯t it be even more astonishing if used by us? When that happens, the Sky-sea Realm will no longer be a tough enemy, and our race will be the ultimate victor! If Ursrook had used this logic to convince everyone back then, who knows if I might had stood by him. What a pity. ¡°What was that tremor?¡± Donned in armor, Silent Disaster opened the doors to the top of the obelisk and walked in. ¡°Did the Deity of Gods encounter an enemy attack?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, but you came late and missed the exciting battle.¡± Nassaupelle glanced at him. ¡°Are you thinking of going to battle dressed like that? You shouldn¡¯t force yourself.¡± ¡°You have no need to concern yourself over this.¡± Silent Disaster retorted, ¡°Where is the enemy?¡± Nassaupelle pointed to the sky. ¡°They have most likely discovered the clear difference between their iron birds and the Bogle Beasts. What an irony¡­ In the Second Battle of Divine Will, the Bogle Beasts were the biggest asset we had to prevail over our enemies.¡± Silent Disaster stared at the sky with a nasty expression and did not utter a word. ¡°Relax.¡± Nassaupelle donned his masks once again. ¡°After my observations, I have already thought of a countermeasure. Compared to the Bogle Beasts, their movements and trajectories are too obvious. By the way, since you yearn for battle, why not help me with something?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be so serious, I am not mocking you.¡± Mask spread out his numerous arms. ¡°There were a few iron birds that dropped to the southeast of the city. If the worms are still alive, capture them and bring them over. I think it shouldn¡¯t be difficult for you.¡± ¡°You want them alive?¡± Silent Disaster asked coldly. ¡°Of course.¡± Nassaupelle smiled. ¡°Only fresh brains are worth transplanting. Additionally, they have just gone through an intense battle and their aerial battle is the clearest, perfect for me to validate my countermeasure¡ªThis is my first time taking the brains of those ordinary lowlifes. I wonder which lucky human will earn the special glory?¡± Silent Disaster walked away in disgust, and turned his head towards the Birth Tower. Nassaupelle turned away indifferently. He knew that no matter how much the other party disliked his methods, Silent Disaster would put in his all for the race. Mask looked into the direction where the human territory laid and gradually extended a hand forward. From his angle, he only required a hand to grasp the entire continent into his palm. In a few more days, the Deity of Gods will enter the Hermes Plateau, and the Symbiotic Demons in the experimental station have already accumulated enough power. The King shall see that I alone am enough to support an entire army, Blood Conqueror and Silent Disaster are merely to provide contrast. Suddenly, a light flickered in the distance. It came and disappeared in an instant. Although it was extremely small, it was bright to the point of being glaring like the reflection of the sun on the ocean surface, or like a beam of light reflected from a reflective surface. Was that just an illusion¡­ Nassaupelle was stunned by the sudden incident. By the time he turned his attention to the direction of the Swirling Sea, the tiny point of light had disappeared. Chapter 1411 - An Unexpected Package Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations A drizzle poured over the shore of Gemini Bay in the Kingdom of Dawn. Agatha was unable to ascertain if it was a natural phenomenon induced by the nuclear test or just a coincidence. The violent explosion above the water surface lifted an extremely magnificent water spout that could be seen even from 15 kilometers away. In contrast to the ash blue background, the water spout appeared to be pure white, as though it did not come from the sea. The water spout gradually surged upwards as though it had become weightless. The entire process lasted for tens of seconds, but it was a sight that transcended common sense for the majority of the spectators. In the end, the water spout turned into rain that returned to the sea, replaced with a twisted white mist that was even expansive and higher than the water spout. At this point in time, the spectators were able to see the peculiar cloud of smoke. The sailboats that had gathered at the location of the explosion had disappeared without a trace. That was when the rain started pouring down. It had been her biggest regret to miss out on the first nuclear test back on Snow Mountain, and now, she had resolved that regret by attending this trial. Agatha could not help but recall the words between His Majesty Roland and Phyllis two years ago during winter. I was after the artillery demonstration in Neverwinter. Exothermic reactions between chemicals were merely the simplest results of an explosion. He was pursuing the recreation of the Glory of the Sun. Aside from the ridiculous talk regarding the ¡®Resplendent Radiation,¡¯ His Majesty has always appeared reliable. But what surprised her this time was that the spectators did not produce any applause. The nobles invited for the viewing sat blankly in their seats, apparently even forgetting to whisper to each other. Many of them had complicated expressions, so much so that hints of fear had flashed past their eyes. As the representative of Graycastle, Agatha had originally written a passionate speech as requested by Roland, but after seeing the expressions of the spectators, she immediately stood up and vacated her seat. She was able to guess their thoughts. There were times when silence revealed everything. Regardless, King Roland had honored his promise. The nobles from the Kingdom of Dawn who had participated in the meeting had witnessed first hand humankind¡¯s capabilities. The subsequent gathering of data was naturally conducted by the members of the Ministry of Industry who specialized in it. In less than half an hour, the preliminary verdict was sent to her: the test had attained its expected results. Agatha wrote ¡°Everything went smoothly without a hitch¡± on a piece of paper,tied it to the carrier pigeon, and sent it flying. The carrier pigeon flapped its wings and disappeared into the horizon. Hopefully, the air operation on the other side went smoothly as well , she thought to herself. ¡­ Within the walls of the City of Glow, the General Staff sorted out all new information related to the air raid operation. The outcome of the attack was ideal, the Demons never expected for the humans to launch a new attack right after the loss in the Impassable Mountain Range. Compounded with the Aerial Knight¡¯s agile maneuverability in the air, the fleet was able to draw in close to the Deity of Gods before the enemy reacted. This meant that although the demons had the ability to lift the floating island which spanned tens of kilometers, they did not have the ability to monitor its surrounding completely. Not only did this provide the superiors of the First Army with hope, it gave the Seagull the opportunity to record all the positions of the devilbeasts. Although they were unlike the biplanes that required a large and flat clearing to take off, they had to be reared to be integrated for war. Thus, all the devilbeasts were found to be located at larger Blackstone towers and were undoubtedly important targets. And the most crucial information was the magic power barrier that protected the Red Mist lake. Not only did the Aerial Knights discover its existence, they verified that the barrier could be weakened through consecutive bombings. Although the principle was unclear, it held the same traits as the barriers used by Senior Demons, except that it had a wider scope. The General Staff believed that once they found the connection between the two was established, they would be able to speculate and figure out the necessary firepower required to break the barrier. Losing four Fire of Heaven planes was considered the smallest price to pay for all the information. ¡°Manfeld Castein¡­¡± Roland placed the report down and sighed emotionally. ¡°He truly deserves an award.¡± It wasn¡¯t difficult to be determined. The difficulty lies in having both the determination and ability to realize the decision. His charging into the demon city and diving down to unleash the bomb just by relying on his own understanding and finally leading his comrades to safety could only be attributed to talent which could only be described as extraordinary. ¡°I will pass on this honorary prize to him.¡± Tilly shrugged her shoulders, then followed on with a murmur, ¡°But why haven¡¯t I seen¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°No, nothing. I have other things to do, I¡¯ll make a move first.¡± Tilly turned and headed towards the door. Roland heard a chuckle from behind. ¡°Eh¡­ did you hear what she said?¡± ¡°No.¡± Nightingale smirked. ¡°But I can guess.¡± ¡°Really? Spit it out.¡± She raised five fingers. ¡°That many?¡± Roland was shocked. ¡°Who asked her to have the identity of a princess. That¡¯s already a discounted price.¡± ¡°Alright, it¡¯s a deal.¡± Nightingale licked her lips. ¡°That Aerial Knight truly has talent, but your praise for him was over the top. Out of all the Aerial Knights, isn¡¯t it obvious who is the most talented and outstanding? You seem to be treating people who have the ability to accomplish things as a norm, but not so much for this matter.¡± At this point, Nightingale paused. ¡°After all, talent isn¡¯t something we get to choose, right?¡± ¡­ That¡¯s right, being capable is sort of a talent as well¡­ Roland sat by the window in Rose Caf¨¦ and watched blankly at the pedestrians walking along the road. Although having talent puts someone at a higher starting point, but to completely exhibit that talent requires a large amount of effort. I seem to have overlooked this recently. ¡°Hey, what¡¯re you dazing out for?¡± Roland retracted his gaze and saw Valkries holding onto two cups of coffee as she sat opposite him. ¡°I¡¯m thinking about how to reach the Bottomless Land as soon as possible.¡± He threw out the complicated thoughts in his mind and went through the air raid on the Deity of Gods once. ¡°Is this magic barrier capable of covering the entire region related to the ability of some Senior Demon? Or is it a newly researched technique?¡± ¡°If I¡¯m you, I¡¯ll stop using the label of demons on us.¡± Valkries retorted, ¡°My race¡¯s specific abilities depends on what magic stone we receive, selecting a barrier magic stone just depends on the right compatibility and having a high attainment in using it. It doesn¡¯t really relate to our ability of wielding it. For example, I did not merge with such a magic stone. Aside from that, it is impossible for a magic stone to encompass the entire Birth Tower, it should be the result of Mask¡¯s research.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Valkries drank a mouthful of coffee. ¡°By using a core apparatus to simulate the cyclone structure of the magic stone and amplify its result substantially. This idea came about a long time ago, but there were many restrictions on it. I never imagined that Mask would succeed.¡± This means that the barrier on the Deity of Gods and the magic barrier on their bodies are essentially the same. Roland silently noted. At least it proves that the assumption proposed by the General Staff is feasible. ¡°Is the development of Symbiotic Demons also from Mask?¡± ¡°Yes, in some sense, he is very similar to Transformer Heathtalese. He has never utilized any offensive type magic stones.¡± Valkries nodded. ¡°Considering that the Symbiotic Demons aren¡¯t ideal at dealing with the Sky-sea Realm, it is only logical that the King sent them here.¡± After chatting about the situation, Nightmare Lord stood up and left. After sending her to the door, Roland suddenly voiced out. ¡°Thanks.¡± She stopped abruptly. ¡°Hackzord hasn¡¯t appeared in the two battles. I think that he believes in the content written in the letter. If he was present, I¡¯m afraid that the First Army would had suffered more losses. Just for this, I should be thanking you.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t forget that I¡¯m not helping you, but my race.¡± Valkries turned back and replied. ¡°The best repayment will be the honoring of your promise. I don¡¯t need any gratitude aside from that.¡± She left and disappeared into the crowd. Roland returned to the cafe when his phone suddenly rang. It was a message mentioning a delivery. This puzzled him¡ªhe had not purchased anything online recently. Even so, he returned to the apartment and opened the delivery box to retrieve the package sent to him. The package was half an arm broad and felt weightless, completely inconsistent with the paper box¡¯s size. After inspecting and verifying that the package was for him, he brought it into his bedroom and opened up the package. The moment the box was opened, he froze. Inside the package was a frozen astrolabe. Chapter 1412 - The Third Act Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations How can this be¡ªan astrolabe? Roland only snapped back to his senses after quite a while. Unlike the core of a Fallen Evil, the astrolabe only appeared within magic creatures or Oracles that no ordinary martial artists could contend against. Roland believed that the Martialist Association could only hope to defeat such an enemy by concentrating its force and plotting a meticulous plan, but they would never hand over the astrolabe willingly. Sending the astrolabe through express delivery was an act that risked the chance of infecting others to which seemed as though it was child¡¯s play. But if it wasn¡¯t sent by the Association, who sent this? Roland checked on the address and telephone number from the sender and discovered that they were fake. The only believable point was the postal address used that indicated it came from the same city. Obviously, the sender wanted to remain anonymous. The fact was that the actions of the other party wasn¡¯t that brilliant. The delivery company did not require their customers¡¯ true identities simply to cut costs; otherwise, tracing the delivery would had been easy. But to create a false address in hopes of hide from a trace? It was a near impossible task in modern society, as checking the cameras or asking the employees were typically ways to quickly lock onto the sender. But Roland was hesitant about using the power of the Association to investigate the sender. By the looks of it, the other party obviously knew Roland and held some goodwill towards him; otherwise, they would have never sent such a problematic item to the apartment. Regardless, a person that assisted him in impairing the Erosion was most likely standing on the same side as him. Roland decided to maintain the situation knowing that the other party had no wish to reveal themselves. Roland mopped his forehead and decided to push the problem for later. More importantly, he needed to deal with the astrolabe in front of him. He focused his attention back to the box. If the astrolabe came from a rift monster, I can directly merge and get rid of it. But if this came from an Oracle, wouldn¡¯t that mean¡­ No, how is that possible. Roland couldn¡¯t help but laugh. To be able to kill a rift monster is already an exaggeration, much less an Oracle. Even Fei Yuhan was only able to struggle persistently against one, I shouldn¡¯t delude myself into such fantasy. He placed his hand on the astrolabe. The astrolabe revived from its static time as blue and white speckles started revolving. The center became brighter and brighter until a resplendent beam of light shot out. At this point, everything occurred very normally, like how he had witnessed the scenes merging. But in the next second, the world suddenly plunged into darkness. A large amount of consciousness surged into his brain while bringing an unbearable pain! Roland almost lost his consciousness under the perilous situation. After stabilizing his state of mind with great difficulty and waiting until everything settled down, he opened his eyes and found himself standing in a void. The snowflakes were present like in his previous experiences, but having gone through it three times, his mind was able to filter through the unrelated clamors. ¡­ Fine, it actually comes from an Oracle. Seems like I have to investigate the person¡¯s identity. Roland puckered his lips and looked around. It¡¯s still using the universe as its background? Roland was uncertain due to the void¡¯s spaciousness and emptiness. Compared to his previous experiences, this trip was obviously darker, as though the stars had been hidden. After spending some time, Roland finally found a base point from the sparse snowflakes. The dim light resembled a source on the verge of being extinguished and was the size of a needle embedded in the darkness. Following this point, he found more lights. Upon seeing this, he became even more uncertain of his location. The lights were arranged evenly with equal gaps in between, which was unlike a natural celestial body. ¡°Let me ask you, what is gravity?¡± While doing a surveying with widened eyes, a voice that suddenly came out from behind caused all the hair on his back to stand! He immediately turned around and noticed a gray and blurred shadow that floated erratically, as though it it was incorporeal. The words were not spoken in a language he was well acquainted with, so much that he was unsure if it was even a language. Although he did not understand the reason, he knew that the content was simplified upon being mapped in his mind. It was as though the other party had produced a complex electromagnetic waves that passed through a filter, filtering out the greater part of the message, leaving only the content he was able to comprehend. ¡°Were you¡­ asking me?¡± Roland asked carefully. ¡®Gravity is the force most deserving of reverence in this world.¡¯ Another voice in his consciousness gave the answer, and it sounded extremely familiar to him. Roland rolled his eyes. First, the sudden question had spooked him, followed by the answer that came from nowhere. Roland thought that he had landed in a memory fragment to which he was participating in and did not realize that he was a mere spectator. ¡°That¡¯s right, it is a universal force, stable, and the more imposing it is, the stronger it becomes¡­¡± ¡°It dilates time and brings about form from nothingness. That is how life can take root, for civilization to continue its existence.¡± The voice gradually filled with cadence, as though it was narrating an eulogy at the top of its voice. ¡°And the first force recognized by every race is gravity. It is a cradle and a chain. In a civilization¡¯s history of improvement, they struggle to be free of gravity.¡± ¡°To flee from the ground and fly in the air, to a distant place, isn¡¯t that so.¡± ¡°Now, it will be an obstruction for us once again, our final obstruction.¡± ¡®The risks are unpredictable, I do not suggest implementing the Gateway Plan.¡¯ ¡°Every step forward has its risks, you should know that.¡± ¡®I understand. My suggestion from the beginning hasn¡¯t changed.¡¯ ¡°But you¡¯re still helping me to complete it.¡± The gray figure flickered twice. ¡°For the plan, I have waited for many millennia, it is time to activate it.¡± Wait a minute, what is the Gateway Plan? What does it mean for it to be the final obstruction? Roland felt as though he had missed out on an extremely crucial piece of information. But no matter how he opened his mouth or what he thought, he was unable to inquire further. The parties engaged in the conversations never replied to his shouts. ¡®¡­ I understand.¡¯ ¡°Buzz¡­¡± As the conversation ended, the snowflakes increased in quantity. According to his experience, when the episode reached its end, time would flow faster. But without having any reference, he was unable to make an accurate judgment. Roland watched as the lights converged towards the center. Instead of an increase in illumination, it quickly became pitch black. The remaining lights flew towards the darkness like moths attracted to a flame without stopping. Roland did not know how many had converged into the darkness, as everything that had occurred felt like an instant and at the same time, endless¡­ Finally, as though a limit had been breached, a dazzling red light blossomed from the darkness and swept past the entire world in an instant! It traveled faster than the speed of light, completing its sweep by the time Roland reacted, turning everything back to its original state. But Roland knew that the world was completely different¡ªa great change had taken place! The first feedback was the gray shadow that dispersed like a mist under the red light. Following that were the deaths occurring all around. At every corner of the darkness, death and destruction repeated continuously, Roland was unable to see the scenes with his eyes, but everything was reflected in his mind: The burning cities in the distance, the collapse of a planet¡¯s orbit, the fishes that stopped moving in the streams, and the rotting worms in the caves¡­ Even his body which was floating in the void started deteriorating. There were no difference between superior and inferior lifeforms. At this point of time, the snowflakes had occupied his entire vision. When everything ended, the sight of his bedroom appeared before him again. Roland endured the strong sense of discomfort and shifted his body to the window with clenched teeth. The warm afternoon¡¯s sunlight sprinkled over his body, and the sight of the streets brimming with life allowed him to heave a sigh of relief. At this time, he felt something wet on his cheek. He used a finger to wipe it, only to discover that it was a tear drop. Chapter 1413 - Beyond the Western Region Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Damn it¡­ Roland took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe away the tears. That felt a little way too real. But he was knew that he was merely lying to himself by acting relaxed; it was simply to conceal the stirring emotions within. At this point, his hands continued to tremble while his back was covered in cold sweat. Just a moment ago, he had experienced an awfully dreadful catastrophe. Despite it being an instant in reality, it felt as though he had accompanied the final moments of life and civilization as they faded away. Or in other words, he felt as though he was part of it. From the birds, worms, fishes, beasts, from the inferior lives to the higher lifeforms, the scene of every single entity struggling and the sounds of suffering made him feel as though the entire world was damned. This tear was for them. For a time, Roland was unwilling to leave the sunlight that shot in through the window. The scenery outside remain unchanged, but was somehow particularly moving to him. Even the sewage pipes by the walls or the advertisements for animal furs were extremely vivid experiences for him. After staring at the bustling streets for a long time, he calmed himself down through great difficulty. He was certain of one thing¡ªmagic power did not exist at the world¡¯s genesis. This guess was raised by Anna in the Second Act, and it had finally been verified. The Gateway Plan was what led to the appearance of magic power. But it was without a doubt that it was not the outcome the people from the conversation wanted. The ¡°gray shadow¡± looked forward to breaking free from gravity despite the blunt mention of the ¡®unpredictable risk¡¯ by the other party. From the looks of it, magic power was a result that neither had anticipated. And the catastrophe triggered by magic power was the so-called ¡®price¡¯ mentioned by God. In the end, the power was spread far and wide without a short time frame, which the people who spoke could not escape from. And the world turned into what was right in front of him currently. Although Roland had understood this, he knew that all that he knew was only the tip of the iceberg. The most important question was, what exactly was the ¡®Gateway Plan,¡¯ and why was the ¡®gray shadow¡¯ so fixated on it? How was the Battle of Divine Will related to all to these? Or were they hoping that others would fill up the gap? Roland turned his head and looked at the express delivery package for a long time before picking up the phone. ¡°Hello, Mister Rock, I need the Association to look for a person for me.¡± ¡­ Neverwinter, Fertile Plains, Tower Station No. 2. A train gradually stopped at the transfer bay. ¡°Buddy, I¡¯ll make a move first.¡± Without waiting for the carriage to stop, Charms jumped up the platform excitedly. ¡°Hey, you brat, you can¡¯t expect me to carry this refillable boiler alone¡ª¡± ¡°Please, I beg you! Drinks on me, tonight!¡± He darted towards the cargo carriage and left Hank¡¯s voice trailing behind. When his military conscription ended in Taquila, Charms did not become the formidable and handsome officer that he had envisioned himself to be, despite the fact that his family of four¡ªhis elder brothers and father¡ªwere conferred medals and awards for their sacrifice by His Majesty. The Administrative Office eventually picked him and his father out of the First Army¡¯s lineup and transferred them to become train drivers. His father did not have any objections towards the change, since the trains still required manning even after the war. Aside from transporting cannons, the powerful machine had a wide range of applications. Although the main army returned to Neverwinter, the vehicles that moved along the Fertile Plains actually increased instead of decreasing. Thus, the Administrative Office had made the decision to transfer them to be train drivers. In his father¡¯s words, every position was to serve the King. Furthermore, their remuneration was even higher compared to the past. But Charms was not happy about the change; handling coals daily was not as satisfying as wielding rifles and fighting monsters. Another reason for killing more demons at the frontline was to take revenge for his brother¡¯s sacrifice who died defending the camp, but waiting upon the train could not fulfill this purpose. But what he could not accept the most was the fact that his second brother was unaffected. Not only was he promoted, he was also chosen to be part of the First Army¡¯s elite force. This is a little too unfair. Charms thought that his following years would be spent unhappily in the desolate plains, but the development surpassed his expectations. Farms and residential areas emerged to the north of the Impassable Mountain Range in quick succession alongside the increase in the number of train stops, pubs, and shops. Transporting goods was no longer a dreary work, and if they ended early, Charms could spend some time having a few drinks at the pubs. The benefits of being a train driver was that everyone welcomed him, be it the locals or migrants. Everyone was extremely interested and invested in the land once hailed as the ¡®Cursed lands.¡¯ Every session at the pubs ended with excited talks and free drinks. Of course, there were no difference in the treatment at Neverwinter or other stops. What truly made him feel with anticipation was a person here¡ª ¡°Everyone, please line up. Those in line will receive their own puppets!¡± By the side of the carriage, a girl cupped her mouth and shouted. Even before Charms could approach, she spotted him and waved her hands excitedly. ¡°You¡¯re here!¡± Seeing the adorable smile, Charms felt that being a train driver was truly great. ¡°I¡¯m here to help.¡± He pulled up his sleeves. ¡°Alright, you can take a puppet for yourself as well.¡± The girl smiled and took a doll made out of straw, tiptoed, and hung it over his neck. ¡°Oh, trying to court favor.¡± Another girl jumped out from amongst the goods and stared at him coldly. Charms did not retreat from her stare, the two glared at each other for a long time and froze by the side of the carriages. In the end, it was the girl who interrupted their staring match. ¡°Come one, Balshan, Mister Charms is being warmhearted and kind. Didn¡¯t we receive his help when we were lost?¡± Upon hearing the episode of them getting lost, the woman¡¯s face froze. She turned her head and snorted disdainfully. ¡°I can¡¯t be bothered to bicker with you today. Move aside, I need to work.¡± With that, she picked up two bags of seed and walked towards the plaza without turning back. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­¡± The girl bowed in embarrassment. ¡°Balshan is just¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s alright, I don¡¯t mind.¡± Charms waved his hands and shrugged the matter off magnanimously, then carried a bag of seed and followed along. In truth, he had been long looking forward to this day, and had drawn countless scenarios in his head. There was a new play at Neverwinter¡¯s theater and he had booked two tickets and planned to invite the other party out after work. The two gals were Witches of the Sleeping Spell. Their meeting could even be hailed as dramatic, When the girl boarded the train for the first time to assist in the construction at Station No. 2, they had accidentally missed their stop. At that time, she weeped like a tear-stained beauty while gazing out into the vast plains not knowing what to do. By her side, Balshan was also at a loss. Faced with the unfamiliar people and land, they maintained vigilant and guarded, yet were afraid and frightened like cats who had their tails stepped on. Helpless, Charms could only stop the train and send them over to the train that was traveling in the other direction. He informed the driver about their destination and eventually got the two to Station No. 2 by nightfall. He thought that it was an accidental encounter and would never meet them again. Who would have thought that the two Witches were sent to help at the station. In the course of time, they gradually got familiar with each other, and he finally learned her name¡ªDusk. Chapter 1414 - Useless person Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Dusk was extremely charming. It was not just her appearance; of course, her facial features were extremely beautiful, which was a common feature of the Witches. It went the same for Balshan, who constantly gave him the cold treatment. It was impossible to use the term ugly to describe them, so much that even her serious face actually¡­ contained some sort of unique and distinct style. But Charms would never say that out loud. It would just bring about even more cold and deadly glares. Dusk was adorable in many other aspects¡ªher smile when she encountered happy things, her cries when she stumbled upon setbacks. She never hid her emotions or thoughts and was as pure as the clear spring in the snow. But she remained steadfast and dedicated in certain fields, for example staying at the station for an entire week and waited for Charms to appear just to thank him. In short, she was perfect. Dusk was unlike any of the other ladies he had encountered and was extremely unique. If everyone else was black and white, she would be red-orange, just like her short and curly red hair. Comparing the two, Balshan was lacking greatly despite the fact that the both of them were Witches. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t you think that I¡¯m oblivious to what you¡¯re planning.¡± Upon walking into the plaza, Charms found Balshan waiting by the door. ¡°You should know that we are Witches, right?¡± ¡°From the very first day we met,¡± he retorted. ¡°So you admit you are harboring the thoughts to fool around?¡± Balshan raised an eyebrow. ¡°I do not know why you feel that way, but Dusk is so adorable, I do not have any reason to let anyone else be with her.¡± If Dusk was present, Charms would have never dared say such words, but he did not wish to cower from Balshan. He was able to voice out anything¡ªno matter how bold and audacious they were. Not expecting him to admit his feelings, Balshan was dumbstruck for a moment. ¡°Wh¡­ what adorable, that¡¯s not the point! She is a Witch, and you should know what a Witch cannot do!¡± ¡°So what.¡± Charms stuck his chest out and revealed the ¡®war hero¡¯ badge worn on his shirt. ¡°I have an elder brother, so my father wouldn¡¯t mind even if I don¡¯t have any children! And this is a badge personally awarded by His Majesty; it is definitely enough to ensure her future livelihood, so what other doubts do you have?¡± Balshan was stunned. It took her a long while before she retorted, ¡°Hmph, empty words count for nothing, I will keep my eyes on you before I expose you.¡± ¡°Whatever.¡± Charms shrugged. ¡°Right, if you didn¡¯t mention that you were a Witch, I would have forgotten about it. What power do you have? Why do I feel that you are purely using your strength to transport the supplies?¡± For some reason, he sensed the other party¡¯s expression worsen after asking the question. ¡°Are you thinking that I don¡¯t belong here?¡± ¡°No¡­ I was just curious.¡± Charms immediately waved his hands. He realized that his words came across as offensive and sarcastic. Strange¡­ I¡¯m usually careful with my words; when have I ever become so careless? Even if she is unreasonable, I will never stoop so low and be despicable. Just when he thought that she had stopped answering, Balshan whispered, ¡°My ability is to kill.¡± Charms took a deep breath. ¡°What?¡± Balshan picked up a seed from the ground and placed it in her hand. Soon enough, the seed started withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Eventually, it shrunk and turned into a brown lump. ¡°Any lifeforms that I touch rapidly wither like this seed¡­ It doesn¡¯t stop at plants or animals; even stones and metals are affected by my ability, just that the effect is much slower on them, and the magic power exhaustion is far larger. So it is mainly used on enemies.¡± Charms took two steps back. ¡°Then why aren¡¯t you fighting against the monsters?¡± ¡°The Witch Union doesn¡¯t approve of it. They are responsible for the delegation of work to the Witches, but my ability requires physical contact to be executed. They recognize that the risks are too great and there are very few places for me to execute my ability. In the end, they allowed me to choose what I wanted to do, aside from battle.¡± Balshan laughed out in self-mockery. ¡°So verbal promises do not guarantee anything¡­ and His Majesty Roland is no exception.¡± ¡°You lie!¡± Charm was unable to accept anyone slandering King Roland in front of him. ¡°His Majesty has never failed to live up to his promises; even the most inconceivable thing to the Neverwinter citizens will definitely be¡­ realized, as long as the King promises it¡­¡± He looked at Balshan¡¯s expression and suddenly felt his confidence wane. ¡°Hold up, you¡¯ve met His Majesty?¡± ¡°Yep.¡± Balshan threw the black lump to the ground. ¡°The Witch Union arranges work according to abilities first before asking for their personal opinions. Then both sides will come to an agreement. Dusk is the perfect example. Those with abilities with no apparent use will be passed to His Majesty to handle personally. According to him, all types of abilities can and will be useful to Graycastle¡¯s development, and that there are no useless abilities,¡± she paused for a moment, ¡°I belong to the latter.¡± Charms found himself in a dilemma and could not think of anything else useful for a purely destructive ability aside from battle, even after racking his brains. His Majesty must have been vexed back then. But Charms felt that it was not King Roland¡¯s fault, and admitting this point was far worse than him not honoring a promise. ¡°What did His Majesty¡­ say?¡± ¡°He said that in fifty to a hundred years, I will be able to add brilliance to visual effects and stage props.¡± Balshan¡¯s lips curled upwards. ¡°Uhm¡­ what are they?¡± ¡°Who knows. It seems to be related to Magic Movies, I¡¯m not too sure as well. At that time, His Majesty said many things, for example, the extensive use of visual effects, and that it is a must-have in the industry¡­¡± Her excitement waned as she walked over to the platform. ¡°A very crafty way of explaining my abilities, right? Even if he was telling the truth, it is a matter that can only occur many years later. But for now, I am truly a useless person¡­¡± So that¡¯s the reason, Charms suddenly realized the crux of the matter. He finally understood why Dusk had stopped mid sentence before. While the Witches were in hiding, Balshan was definitely the core of the team capable of fighting their pursuers, but after King Roland¡¯s declaration that Witches no longer had the need to fight at close quarters and experience bloodshed, she instantly became useless. One can only imagine the great disparity between the two. At that moment, Charms was able to empathize with her. When he found out that he was being transferred from the army. He, too, had felt the world abandoning him. Under that situation, it was extremely normal to have a bad temper. Looking at the other party¡¯s lonesome back, his heart softened. Originally, he had thought of ways to chase Balshan away and to invite Dusk out alone, but he no longer felt that he was able to do so. If even Dusk was not around, wouldn¡¯t Balshan be completely alone? After coughing twice, Charms reached into his pocket. ¡°Anyway¡­.I have two tickets for the new play tonight.¡± Balshan turned her head back and waited for his next sentence. ¡°But I have something on tonight, and doubt I can make it¡­¡± He hesitated. ¡°Why don¡¯t you enjoy the play with Dusk; it¡¯ll definitely be better than wasting the tickets¡­¡± Balshan revealed a look of surprise. But before she could answer him, the sky suddenly echoed out with crackling sounds. The two looked up and saw thousands of birds sweeping over their heads. It was Charms¡¯ first experience in witnessing a flock of migratory birds that resembled dark clouds which blotted out the sunlight. He had heard about migratory birds having a fixed period and trajectory of flight, but it was clear that it was not the time of the year for the migratory birds to move. The flock of birds consisted of all sorts of species, and Charms discovered that they looked hurried without the usual gracefulness while soaring with their wings spread open. ¡°What¡¯s going on with them?¡± Charms raised an eyebrow. ¡°Are they migrating en masse?¡± ¡°Hush!¡± Balshan placed a finger to her mouth. ¡°Do you hear that sound?¡± ¡°I only hear their wings flapping; what other sounds are there?¡± ¡°No, the sound is even more distant¡± Her expression became serious. Charms stopped his breathing and focused. This time, he heard a faint hum. It was low and turbid and sounded like a whistle mixed with the flapping of the birds. His eyes widened. That is¡­ the warning alarm from the north! Chapter 1415 - The Unexpected Attackers Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations At this time, the other workers sensed the strange situation and stopped in their tracks as they observed the flock of birds and discussed the situation amongst themselves. But Charms sensed the severity of the situation. It was not the alarm used by the city, but the pre-warning system used by the First Army. It indicated that the enemy was already close to the frontline and a battle could ensue at any moment¡­ In other words, in the time that it took for the alarm reach them, the First Army might already have begun clashing with the enemy. Did the demons regroup and stage a counterattack? That was too inconceivable! He had followed his father and fought from the Misty Forest to Tower Station No. 10 and knew of the basic situation in the north. The reason for the First Army¡¯s decision to rebuild the Taquila Ruins was to take precaution against this. The tall watchtower standing on the vast and empty plains was sufficient to observe distances beyond ten kilometers. Without first mentioning the time required for the Red Mist tower to be built, the distance between the Taquila Ruins and the Holy City ruins was 300 to 400 kilometers apart. How was it possible that the enemy had appeared so close to the new King¡¯s City without any warning? But it was no longer the time to think about the possibilities. The sentry post responsible for developing Station No. 2 only had a hundred odd garrisoned troops¡ªthe majority of them new recruits. If they truly encountered an ambush, would they be able to beat the demons and ensure the safety of the area? Charms had no idea. Balshan suddenly ran towards the station. ¡°Hey, where are you going?¡± ¡°Dusk is still at the station, I¡¯m going to pick her up!¡± Her reply reminded him¡ªaccording to evacuation regulations, people who heard the alarm had to evacuate to the nearest refuge, but the unloading bay was situated at the outskirts of the area development. The people at the bay would require a considerable amount of time to run to the nearest residential area, let alone turn back. Rather than take Dusk to the refuge area, they might as well take the train and leave. ¡°Everyone look!¡± Charms pulled the badge off his shirt and raised it in the air. ¡°I am Soldier Charms from the First Army. Station No. 2 development is under attack. Everyone, put your things down and follow me. As the shelter is too far away, we are taking the train to flee from danger!¡± He then muttered under his breath, ¡°An ex-soldier.¡± But no one heard his last whisper. The instant the term ¡°First Army¡± was announced, the workers treated him as their leader. All of those who were already running stopped and converged around him. This surprised Charms, and at the same time, it increased the pressure on him. When he was in the First Army, he was just an observer in The Blackriver, a soldier and subordinate under his father. He never had any experience in leading others. The sudden transition to being responsible for a crowd made him nervous. But since he had already said those words, he had no choice but to persist on. ¡°This way!¡± Charms led a group of workers and sprinted by the side of the train and coincidentally bumped into Hank. ¡°Br-brat, what¡¯s going on? I was just trying to find a corner to relieve myself¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t bother about that for now.¡± Charms grabbed his shoulders. ¡°Have you added coal and water? How¡¯s the pressure in the boiler?¡± The latter nodded his head frantically. ¡°Everything is running in order and we can move at anytime¡­¡± ¡°Very good!¡± he shouted, ¡°Quickly turn the direction of the train. We are heading towards Station No. 1. Remember to sound the horn before driving off, got it!? Also, prepare a gun and keep it at close!¡± ¡°What¡­ about you?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll settle the others first, then I will meet you at the front of the train.¡± In less than a minute, the train spewed out smoke and gradually drove out of Station No. 2. During this period of time, many more workers noticed the commotion and quickly boarded the carriages, including the civilian army who were meant to watch over the goods. Although there were only about a dozen of them, they were equipped with flintlocks, allowing Charms to ease up a little. Although he badly wanted to be with Dusk, he knew that it was of utmost importance to send everyone to safety. Once he knew that she was safe, he quickly returned to the front of the train. Right at that moment, Charms caught sight of the enemy. It was a group of demonic beasts! ¡°Oh god, wasn¡¯t it said that they only appeared during the Months of Demons?¡± Hank leaned against the window and muttered. ¡°No one knows what¡¯s happening in this godforsaken land.¡± Charms retrieved his rifle from his locker and climbed up to the roof of the train adeptly. With the train moving backwards and him standing on its tail, he was able to clearly witness everything happening behind. A mix of ordinary and large demonic beasts charged fanatically, pushing and shoving each other. Their speed of attack was faster than he had imagined as they charged into the unloading bay area soon after the departure of the train. If everyone had ran with their legs, no one would had escaped the violent monsters. He had made the right decision. That thought allowed him to heave a sigh of relief. But his suspicions still remained. Demonic beasts were monsters that were easily defeated many years ago by the flintlocks and cement walls and were unable to step into Neverwinter. With the current First Army being far stronger than what they were in the past, how was it possible that the demonic beasts had got past them? As gunshots occurred, it intensified his confusion. He noticed that the gunfires were aimed towards demonic beasts that had appeared from the north. Following the Van¡¯er rifles shooting them down, only trails of black blood was left in its wake. The problem was that the demonic beasts did not appear to have experienced much change. Their form of attack remained the same as wild beasts, with sharp teeth and claws. Their threat was far lower to that of spear-wielding Mad Demons. This confused Charms. How did such an enemy quietly overrun Taquila¡¯s forces? ¡°Bang!¡± Following a loud boom, the train suddenly slowed down, as though it had collided into something. Charms was almost thrown off the train. He turned in anger but was instantly doused in shock! Unknowingly, a bizarre monster had appeared by the side of the train. Half of its body was connected to the carriage, obviously having been run into. Its blue blood sprayed all over the place, dyeing half of the carriage exterior. The monster had many appendages and outer shell that resembled reptiles, with a scythe-like sharp blade protruding out from its head that testified its position at the top of the food chain. The odd thing was, he did not discover any of such monsters while at the front of the train. Where did it come from? But Charms did not have the time to think about that. Because he discovered that the tracks in the distance had been split into two! ¡°Hank, hit the brakes!¡± He screamed while squeezing among the crowd in the train while using his fastest speed to grab onto any handrail. Although his companion was at a loss, he obeyed the instructions immediately. The sharp screech of the brakes resounded through the entire train as a pungent burnt smell pervaded the air. But it was too late. The train ran over the broken railway and the heavy carriages instantly caused the wheels to sink into the rubble and went off track. The connected train carriages which had lost the restraints of their tracks collided into each other, ultimately flipping and overturning in tremors. Chapter 1416 - Trapped In A Dangerous Situation Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Charms felt the world spin as his ears filled with the sound of metal twisting, the whistling of steam, and Hank¡¯s screams entered his ears. The moment felt arduously long, and when the carriage finally stopped, he found his body lying on a window pane. The fortunate thing was that his four limbs were still working. He flipped over, lifted his head, and climbed up without any hindrance, which meant that he was basically fine. It was the best news after experiencing a derailment incident, albeit a temporary one. ¡°Hey, pal, are you ok?¡± He endured the smoke and steam while groping his way blindly to Hank. ¡°Uhm¡­ I should be fine.¡± Hank groaned. ¡°Heavens, what happened?¡± ¡°The demonic beasts broke the rail; we need to leave quickly.¡± Charms patted Hank on the shoulder. ¡°I don¡¯t know what city you¡¯re from, but remember this. Heavens will not protect you in Neverwinter, the only ones capable of protecting you is the King and this flintlock. Now follow me.¡± Charms climbed out of the window above him and saw the completely derailed and overturned train, the carriages laid on the ground in disorder, forming a crooked line. But due to the reduction in speed before going off the rails, the carriages were not badly damaged and maintained their original shapes. Many more survivors took the initiative to open the doors and windows as they attempted to climb out through the holes. Right at that moment, Charms heard a clear gunshot. His heart thumped as he turned to Hank and shouted,¡± Listen, you¡¯re going to help everyone get out of this situation safely, then bring all of them to run west!¡± Without the train, it was too risky to attempt running towards Station No. 1. But they were able to see the outline of the Misty Forest¡ªso long as they ran in and call for Ms. Leaf, Charms felt that the people had a higher chance of escaping the pursuit of the demonic beasts. ¡°I-I got it¡­¡± Upon seeing his nod, Charms sprinted above the carriages. He had to find Dusk. When he arrived at the last carriage, Charms discovered a few militiamen fighting against a few wolf-type monsters. Although the militia had managed to kill a few of them, they continued their attempts to climb up the carriages relentlessly. He undid the safety and fired at the wolves from a distance of less than ten meters. Although it was his first time pulling the trigger against the enemy, he quickly found the feelings he had during training, and quickly took care off the rest in no time. Even before he could catch a breath and ask about the witches, the ground started trembling! The empty bullet shells slid down the carriage and produced clanking sounds. At the peak of the tremors, a gigantic worm suddenly erupted out of the ground and opened its bloodied mouth before them! ¡°Holy shit, what is that thing?¡± The militiamen cried out in alarm as they pulled on their triggers, instantly producing blood splatters across the body of the monstrous worm. But compared to its size, the wounds inflicted by the bullets were negligible. The epidermis of the worm started to swell, so much that Charms was able to see the throbbing green arteries beneath the surface. After releasing a disgusting sound of squirming, demonic beasts covered in mucus were spat out. Charms nearly couldn¡¯t believe his eyes. There are actually such weird monsters among the demonic beasts? But he did not have the luxury of remaining in shock; the new demonic beasts that had appeared were combined hybrids. Charms noticed that if they were allowed to separate, the humans were bound to fall. ¡°Open fire, open fire!¡± He fired at the enemies while shouting to the others. His words awoken the militiamen who immediately used the train carriage as cover while unleashing their bullets at the horde of demonic beasts. In a split second, the crowd of demonic beasts were riddled with bullets, but the gigantic worm did not shrink even after spitting out the demonic beasts. Instead, they continued swelling until a pair of sharp tusks stabbed out from the inside, lacerating the worm¡¯s large mouth as the final hybrid tore out amid blood! The moment Charms laid his eyes on the thing, his heart almost froze. It was the monster he had heard about from his father¡ªthe thick tusks, four legs and two pairs of arms indicated that it was the rumored ¡®Fearful Beast of Hell,¡¯ the most difficult hybrid faced by humans. It had only appeared a few times before, but it was known that ordinary firearms were incapable of stopping it! After ripping apart the worm¡¯s mouth, the Fearful Beast of hell raised its sharp blades and charged towards the carriage! Charms subconsciously jumped to the ground. Almost at the same time, the enemy collided onto the carriage with an impact that actually caused the heavy carriage to slide. Two unfortunate militiamen who were unable to avoid in time were flung to the ground and crushed beneath the sliding carriage, instantly turning into indistinct mush even before they could scream in pain. The fearful beast¡¯s tusks got stuck within the metal exterior and gave the humans the opportunity to fire. But aside from making the former even more irritable, the bullets were useless. Suddenly, a slender figure rushed into the battlefield. She was clearly a human girl, causing everyone to raise their muzzles. ¡°It¡¯s dangerous, get away!¡± Charms immediately recognized the other party and blurted out immediately, ¡°Balshan!¡± Balshan ignored their warnings and performed a leap and rolled directly to the belly of the monster. This stunned Charms for any slight mistake would result her in being trampled by the monster. Balshan seemed to be aware of it; she followed along the monster¡¯s struggling feet and extended her hand to grab the other party. The thick fur quickly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing the Fearful Beast of Hell to unleash a terrorizing wail! As though having received a command, the other demonic beasts dropped everything they were doing and rushed towards the gigantic monster, targeting the witch beneath it. The situation immediately became critical¡ªif either the wolf monsters or avian monsters got close to Balshan, she was bound to be powerless towards them. Furthermore, the close proximity prevented the humans from firing their weapons due to the high risk of stray bullets finding their way to her, plunging everyone into a dilemma. Damn it, I have no other choice! Charms gritted his teeth and unleashed a roar as he charged out from behind the carriage, running straight towards the struggling Fearful Beast of Hell. The situation took a strange turn. The humans that were running away from the Fearful Beast of Hell had turned into a situation of who could reach it first. A bear-type demonic beast lunged towards him with its mouth wide opened. Without attempting to dodge, he drew his rifle and shot¡ª ¡°Get lost!¡± The instant the gun was fired, the muzzle found its way to the target¡¯s head. After the loud bang, the bear monster¡¯s head was instantly blown into pieces. Without even looking, Charms continued to sprint towards the Fearful Beast of Hell! To lower the probability of hurting her by accident, I have no other choice except to close in! ¡°Ah¡ª¡± A mutated eagle and boar monster arrived by the monster¡¯s side. They braved the risks of being trampled by their peer and opened their mouths at Balshan in attempts to corner her. But Balshan knew who was the real threat and remained fixed on the Fearful Beast of Hell at the expense of exposing herself to the two demonic beasts. By this time, the area of decay had spread even further while Charms had found his way to Balshan and engaged in close combat with the beasts. The high capacity Van¡¯er rifle showed its advantage at this point¡ªthe requirement of not needing to manually reload. Charms was able to take out all the demonic beasts regardless of how thick their hide were, with their exposed heads right in front of him as they attempted to bite at Balshan. Of course, he was bitten a couple of times while protecting Balshan, at times even using his own body to block the enemies¡¯ attacks. The Fearful Beast of Hell finally pulled its long tusks but barely had any strength left. The decay had spread across its entire body, causing the initially thick and practically invulnerable fur to become as thin as tissue and no longer capable of supporting the weight of its internal organs. It staggered for two steps and dropped to the side, its internal organs and intestines gushed out of the very first decay spot, at the same time releasing a pungent and rotten smell. Charms noticed that the internal organs looked like they had been soaked in the sewages for months and had long turned white. Upon seeing the death of the Fearful Beast of Hell, the other demonic beasts scattered. Charms endured the pain from every part of his body as he caught Balshan, who had lost her footing and collapsed, into an embrace. At that moment, the Witch was in a state too horrible to endure. Wounds covered her entire body, while her legs that had been bitten by the demonic beasts had turned into mangled blood and flesh with bones protruding out from all angles. Chapter 1417 - Not Too Bad Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Why are you here?¡± Charms carried Balshan up and hobbled towards the train. ¡°Where¡¯s Dusk?¡± ¡°She¡¯s with the rest¡­ moving towards the Misty Forest.¡± Balshan forced a smile. ¡°As for me¡­ if I didn¡¯t come to help, I¡¯m afraid that all of you would have died here. So¡­ are you still going to blame me?¡± ¡°Um, I just¡ª¡± ¡°You think I¡¯m not suited to appear on the battlefield?¡± Her speech was weak but filled with disdain. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, I¡¯m a combat witch, cough¡­ when you were still playing with mud, I was already fighting for my life.¡± You¡¯re already hurt to this extent but you still won¡¯t forgo the chance of reprimanding me. You¡¯re truly not adorable at all. But having heard that Dusk had left safely, Charms suddenly felt more at ease. I guess Hank did a good job. Just then, squirming sounds came out from behind them again. Charms turned back, only to see the bloodstained worm swelling up once again. ¡°What the hell, is there no end to this¡­¡± He moved over to the carriage and placed Balshan down. ¡°Right, take the time while you still have to run.¡± Balshan heaved for breath. ¡°Your cowardly companions have all fled. You still have the chance to make it if you leave me here¡ª Hey!¡± Her expression suddenly changed. ¡°What are you doing?¡± Charms sat down and drew ammunition out of his bag and started reloading his weapon. ¡°Isn¡¯t it obvious, I can¡¯t run away from the demonic beasts while carrying you.¡± ¡°Then leave me here and go, run by yourself!¡± ¡°Is that what you did in the past? In the First Army, King Roland taught us that we will always be fighting for the ordinary people. I am unable to leave you, an ordinary citizen, behind so that you can stall for time while I escape alone.¡± Balshan was startled. She had never expected to find a day where she would be treated as an ordinary person. Charms arranged all the magazines in front of him and leaned against his rifle. ¡°Besides¡­ the longer I stall the enemies, the safer Dusk will be. So you better not grumble.¡± He never blamed the militiamen. They were never part of the true military and their responsibilities were mainly to prevent thieves and burglars at the train station. Ordering such people to fight against demonic beasts could only be considered unfair, and Charms felt that it was already a successful operation for them to have survived for so long. ¡°You¡­¡± Balshan seemed like she wanted to say a few words, but eventually kept them to herself. ¡°They¡¯re coming.¡± Charms took aim at the newly produced demonic beasts and pulled the trigger¡ª The gunshots sounded much thinner on the plains as compared to before. The thin thread of smoke came out from the muzzle that had pointed straight at the largest threat, while the other smaller demonic beasts were left to the men around him to handle. Neither of them exchanged any communications, yet the unusual tacit understanding between them was formed. The trust he laid within them and theirs in him made him feel as though he was fighting a war alongside the First Army. He felt as though the resistance had gone on for a long time, yet at the same time as short as an instant. Due to his blood loss, his vision gradually blurred and his motor skills slowed. Despite being even more heavily injured, Balshan did not fall. She wrapped cloth around a hand as bait and used the other hand as a lethal weapon. For the wolf and other small demonic beasts, a single touch was enough to severely injure them, if not lead to their deaths. Charms was surprised when he found no trace of despair on her face. Her expression was not one of a severely injured person. She remained high in focus and her firm movements and bloodstained brows made Charms think about how different she was. It also made him realize that this was what a Combat Witch looked like. She had once lost everything, but in that moment, she had once again regained her true self. When the new monster bore its way out of the worm, the two knew that it was the end for them. ¡°A pity about those tickets¡­¡± Balshan moved back to his side with a smile that effused some mockery. ¡°But for you to die here¡­ at the very least I can be at ease knowing that Dusk will not be cheated by you¡­¡± You¡­ you¡¯re really not adorable at all. Charms snorted. ¡°Right, I bet you¡¯re even more regretful, to have to be by my side at your last few moments¡ª¡± ¡°No¡­¡± She interrupted him. ¡°Actually, I think¡ª¡± ¡°Woooooo¡ª¡ª¡± An intense steam whistle masked her words as regiments of flames exploded around the large worm while the rocks and dust prevented the demonic beasts from temporarily moving. Charms suddenly jolted with energy. He propped his body up and looked towards the direction of the whistle. A row of black armored vehicles transporting batteries of artillery had appeared, and they were firing endlessly. They were none other than the Blackrivers which played and outstanding role in the Fertile Plains in the Northern Expedition! He shook Balshan excitedly. ¡°Do you see that! They are Blackrivers¡ªour reinforcements have arrived!¡± But the latter did not react. ¡°Hey¡­¡± Charms turned his head, only to see that her eyes were closed as she slid down to the ground. ¡°Hey, wake up. HEY, WAKE UP!¡± Despite him shaking her, Balshan did not open her eyes. ¡­ It was two days later when they met again. ¡°This is her room, do you need me to bring you in?¡± Chief Butler Camilla from the Sleeping Spell asked. ¡°No, thank you so much. I can do so myself.¡± Charms immediately bowed to the other party. It was his first visit to the Witches¡¯ residence. It was a location that no one was permitted to enter except for those that had received invitations from the residents. He had only tried his luck, but did not expect them to agree to it so readily. ¡°Please take note of the time.¡± Camilla nodded and left. Charms let out a long sigh of relief. Upon thinking about the situation two days ago, he felt extremely embarrassed. Up until now, the medical personnel¡¯s tirade still lingered in his ears. ¡°She¡¯s still breathing, if you continue to shake her, she might really die! Seriously, you¡¯re obviously someone who has been through battle, yet you¡¯re unaware that someone will be prone to fainting after they relax having persisted all the way to the end. Are the rail track soldiers not taught emergency aid? You only know how to make a big fuss out of this. Why? Is she an extremely important person to you?¡± Charms shook his head and threw the thoughts to the back of his mind. In fact, there was not an actual need for him to visit her so anxiously after knowing that she was still alive. After all, it was difficult to make out who was truly visiting who. Charms was completely wrapped up in bandages that even slight motions resulted in pain for him and he appeared pathetic. Despite that, he felt that if he did not see her personally, his heart would never settle down. Upon thinking about that, he extended his hand and knocked on the door. ¡°Coming.¡± The door swung open and Dusk appeared in his vision. ¡°It¡¯s really you.¡± She revealed a happy smile. ¡°When Miss Camilla mentioned that we were having a visitor, I already guessed it was you. Thank you for saving Balshan!¡± ¡°Hey, I think you have it all wrong. Clearly it was me who saved him.¡± The familiar voice came out from within the room. Charms walked into the room and met Balshan seated against the bed frame. Sunlight from the window illuminated half of her face and her short brown hair¡ªSurprisingly, despite being severely injured, she looked more spirited than him. Of course, she was equally wrapped up in bandages; even her head was no exception. ¡°There¡¯s nothing strange about it.¡± As though sensing his doubts, Balshan shrugged. ¡°A Witch¡¯s body is stronger in every aspect than an ordinary human, so my recovery is naturally faster than yours. So¡­¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°Don¡¯t you think that you will have the opportunity to be alone with Dusk.¡± The well wishes in him instantly vanished into thin air. Charms rolled his eyes but knew that she was not someone that required his concern. ¡°Since that¡¯s the case, I¡¯ll be going.¡± ¡°Hey, you¡¯re leaving just like that?¡± Dusk was bewildered. ¡°Of course, standing isn¡¯t good for my recovery, especially since my body is weaker in all aspects compared to her.¡± Charms looked at Balshan in provocation. ¡°I have to recover fast so that I can quickly date you in front of her¡­ for a play.¡± ¡°A date? With me?¡± Dusk smiled. ¡°Okay.¡± Wait a minute, she agreed so quickly? ¡°In your dreams!¡± Balshan snorted. ¡°I will definitely recover faster than you!¡± ¡°Let¡¯s just see.¡± ¡°We shall see then!¡± The two glared at each other like every beginning to their quarrels. Dusk stood by the side and laughed, seemingly happy about their survival. When Charms walked out the door, he suddenly recalled her words that were overwhelmed by the steam whistle. ¡°Hey, what did you say before you fainted?¡± ¡°Nothing.¡± Balshan replied casually, ¡°I wasn¡¯t conscious by the time the train arrived. I think you might have made a mistake.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± Charms rubbed his temples and closed the door. ¡°What was he talking about?¡± Dusk asked. ¡°He was merely spouting nonsense.¡± Balshan smiled and turned her face back to the sunlight. ¡ªThat¡¯s not too bad as well Chapter 1418 - The Fused King Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Deep within the Impassable Mountain Range, at the mountainous area of Hermes. The gigantic shadow cast by the Deity of Gods had touched upon the edge of the plateau, with Red Mist pouring down the mountains and connecting the east to west, turning the mountain range into a magnificent red line. With this supply line, the army from the ridge of the continent could pour straight into the Four Kingdoms endlessly without suffering any restriction. Everything was within Mask¡¯s calculations¡ª Although the humans never ceased in their attacks, they failed in stopping the Deity of Gods from moving forward. The following battles became a war of attrition; the demons held the advantage in numbers. Furthermore, with his technology made their numbers even more massive. Even Inferior Demons which were useless in the past were strengthened to become war weapons. The disparity between the two races widened. The humans indeed possessed unconventional techniques, but that did not remove the disadvantage that was fundamental to their race¡ªthe former required more than ten years to reach maturity from birth, while Inferior Demons only required a short time span of two years, and there was no need for them to go through the trouble of choosing a spouse to mate. As the injuries and deaths accumulated, humanity would eventually crumble. That¡¯s right, the development did not deviate from his expectations¡ªexcept for one. ¡°I want to know what exactly happened?¡± He stood in the observatory at the bottom of the Deity of Gods and roared at his subordinates. All of them glanced at each other and lowered their heads. No one dared to utter a word. Nassaupelle was not one to ask rhetorical questions because they were merely means to vent emotions and a waste of time. Only inferior beings like Blood Conqueror or Resentful Heart were fond of doing so. One only needed to see to know what happened¡ªa large number of demonic beasts suddenly appeared on the Hermes Plateau and fought against the Symbiotic Demons. But some of the Symbiotic Demons that were meant to spread throughout the Four Kingdoms and slowly exhaust humanity were stopped by demonic beasts! They converged in from various choke points around the plateau and into the abandoned cities. The mountain pass that might had been a fort used by the humans to repel the demonic beasts in the past, but it was under the control of the demons as well. If that was all, it would have been fine. Nassaupelle saw the Sky-sea Realm ¡®Nest¡¯ amongst the demonic beasts. This was the reason for his loss of composure. Unlike the humans, the demon race was aware of the demonic beasts, a branch of the Sky-sea Realm monsters, similar to that of the Inferior Demons of the demon race. At every Months of Demons when magic power becomes abundant, the ¡®Nest¡¯ unleashed a large amount of spores that scattered through the ocean and wind, infecting ordinary wild beasts and transforming them into various grotesque monsters that underwent mutation and bloodfests. These demonic beasts were weak in terms of combat ability and were of no threat to the race. Even the Sky-sea Realm treated them as ¡®harvest fields¡¯ to collect desirable traits and never saw the demonic beasts as their main fighting force. From another point of view, the Sky-sea Realm also had little control over the continent and, aside from inconveniencing the demons through such methods, it was difficult for them to dabble with matters in the continent. But the ¡®Nest¡¯ was different. It was a middle-tier being from the Sky-sea Realm and was a target the race would not easily abandon. Furthermore, the ¡®Nest¡¯ was extremely difficult to fight against in the sea but extremely clumsy on land. It was strange for the ¡®Nest¡¯ to have been sighted on the Fertile Plains. Over the past 800 years, the demon race had gradually swallowed more than half the Land of Dawn and relied on the geographical terrain of having the ocean to one side as a form of natural barrier to prevent the Sky-sea Realm from attacking from the rear. The convergence of so many demonic beasts in the inner parts of the continent was understandable, but the appearance of a ¡®Nest¡¯ completely overturned the situation. Either the some idiot had neglected his duty and allowed the Sky-sea Realm to infiltrate, or something bad must happened in their rear! The majority of his subordinates thought that way, but did not dare say a word. After the sudden loss of contact with the King, an exceedingly sense of unease had taken root in Nassaupelle¡¯s heart. ¡°Lord Mask.¡± A higher ascendant suddenly walked into the observatory. ¡°The Birth Tower sends a message. The King has summoned you!¡± ¡°What?¡± Nassaupelle turned abruptly. ¡°Are you sure its the King?¡± The other party was startled by the question. ¡°From the undulation of the Realm of Mind, it comes from the Presiding Holy Sea¡­ My lord, could there be a problem?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯ll go right now,¡± Nassaupelle reined in his emotions and replied indifferently. Silent Disaster and him both agreed that it was inappropriate to divulge the matter of having lost communication with the Blackstone region in order to prevent a drop in morale. At the end of the day, it was still the ¡®Nest¡¯ that broke his tempo. After reaching the top of the spire, Mask focused and responded to the powerful undulations. This is truly from the Presiding Holy Sea¡­ Just that, it¡¯s slightly different from before. It was a pity that with Nassaupelle¡¯s standards, he was unable to pinpoint the specific difference. ¡°It is an honor to be summoned by you, my respected King! What exactly happened before?¡± Nassaupelle immediately went into his customary grumbles. ¡°In the days without your guidance, your humble servant remained anxious and uneasy. The Sky Lord¡¯s whereabouts are currently unknown, but fortunately, the Symbiotic Demons have performed well at the Western Front¡­¡± ¡°Enough.¡± The King immediately interrupted him. ¡°I know you have much to say, but that is not important. We have lost Blackstone.¡± Nassaupelle immediately forgot about flaunting his accomplishments and remained stunned for a while before repeating in disbelief. ¡°Blackstone¡­ has been lost?¡± ¡°Although we have not been invaded completely by the Sky-sea Realm, it was only a matter of time. Our enemy has become completely different from before and this resulted in the complete destruction of our already weak perimeter. Resentful Heart died in battle.¡± The King remained indifferent, as though speaking about the fate of the race had nothing to do with him. ¡°I have already given the orders to abandon Blackstone region and to retreat to the Land of Dawn.¡± ¡°I beg Your Majesty to reconsider!¡± Nassaupelle replied anxiously, The King was talking about a migration of a population numbering over a hundred million. Excluding the Inferior Demons, there were still at least tens of millions. Their predicament of having insufficient Red Mist was already a problem, so how many of them could survive the trip to the Land of Dawn? Not even ten percent! And with the Sky-sea Realm attacking the Land of Dawn, they could only gain a footing by hiding deep within the continent, but how many strongholds could they have in the Fertile Plains for the race? If they had the ability, they would never have tried to occupy Taquila! ¡°Sacrifice is inevitable, but it is the only viable solution now,¡± The King answered.¡°The Red Mist will not be a problem. Upon retreat, the old Birth Tower can be transferred¡ªthis has been tested at the ridge of the continent, and Starfall City, Arrieta, Taquila, Hermes¡­ all of these God¡¯s Stone mines in human lands can be used for breeding.¡± ¡°But the simultaneous movement of so many Birth Towers, even with the power of the entire race behind it¡ª¡± Nassaupelle paused for a second. ¡°Could it be, that you¡ª¡± ¡°That is right, I have merged with a magic core and transformed the City into a new Deity of Gods.¡± Mask felt a cold shiver travel down his back¡ªthe merger with a dead object signified the King¡¯s permanent fixture on the Birth Tower like an ¡®overseer¡¯¡­ The King¡¯s cold logic showed no mercy to himself, and this injected fear into Nassaupelle¡¯s heart. The loss of communication must be because of his transformation. But it was just as he had said, all the logistical issues could be easily solved. With the power of the Deity of Gods, moving a few Birth Towers within it was was feasible, it also replaced the need for a stronghold to release Red Mist and reduce the wear and tear from the migration. The last problem remained in the humans. The moment he had that thought, he gained the King¡¯s confirmation. ¡°The race no longer has the time to waste on the humans. We need to obtain their legacy shard as quickly as possible to have a chance at fighting the current Sky-sea Realm.¡± By sparing no expense, there was only one way to destroy the humans in the shortest possible time. ¡°I order you to transit into phase two of the migration,¡± the King announced. Nassaupelle immediately felt excited. In truth, phase two had been his idea. He had never thought that it would come into fruition. It definitely led to earth-shattering destruction! ¡°As you wish, my King!¡± Chapter 1419 - Dual Identity Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations A grand procession occurred in the City of Glow. Under the watchful eyes of the citizens, the Church procession slowly passed through the city gates carrying a series of flags. Walking right in front were the City Knights that had not appeared for a long time, but everyone was fixated on the lady dressed in a luxurious gown with a crown on her head. She was the rumored newly appointed Pope, and the key figure that defeated the rebels and led Hermes back to its right track. Despite the Church¡¯s vague stance towards the invasion of the Kingdom of Wolfheart and Everwinter, they denied having a certain influence over the City of Glow. In addition, the parading squadron were frequently seen at the frontlines of the battlefield, providing emergency relief to the refugees and at the same time boosting the morale in the fight against evil, earning countless gratitude and appreciation. The news slowly passed on through various channels back to the City of Glow, causing the citizens to be extremely curious about the new Pope. After all, the old Church was an aloof existence, one in which even the King had to obtain permission for a visit. A Pope willing to risk her life by putting herself in danger and her care for every citizen was rarely seen. And every time the lady nodded and smiled towards the crowd, it would incite a series of excited shouts. Aside from her identity, her outstanding appearance was another reason for the hurrah. Eventually, the procession arrived before the inner city walls. The Pope dismounted the horse and took slow steps up the flight of steps. Waiting by the entrance was the King of Graycastle, Roland Wimbledon. The two extended their hands and performed a brief grasp. Although it was the first for the overwhelming majority of spectators to witness the strange and new etiquette, they were able to tell the equality between the Pope and King. This confirmed the rumors that the new Pope was supported by Graycastle, and that both parties had rebuilt the relationship between them. Both walked alongside each other under the intense applause from the crowd. ¡°My apologies for my impudence, Your Majesty.¡± After the doors closed, the lady bowed down and was about to genuflect when Roland stopped her. ¡°No, I think it¡¯s good. Besides, you¡¯re no longer the Pure Witch of the past and the Witch Union doesn¡¯t require so many complicated formalities. Could it be that you¡¯ve been in the Holy City for too long and have forgotten this point?¡± The lady was Isabella, the one who had been delegated to Hermes and assumed control over the Holy City as a representative of the Church. She was responsible for settling the orphans and nuns, as well as prevent the Pill of Madness from spreading. ¡°Of course¡­ not.¡± Upon finishing her sentence, Isabella was instantly stunned after processing his words. She raised her head in surprise. ¡°Your Majesty, you just said¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, Wendy previously suggested to admit you as a member of the Witch Union, and I agreed.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°Although your punishment was five years, you performed well. Treat this as a reward.¡± Isabella only responded after blanking out for a while. ¡°But Your Majesty, I¡­¡± ¡°Upon joining the Union, you will receive a fixed number of Chaos Drinks a month.¡± ¡°Uh¡ª¡± The latter wanted to reply with a ¡®but,¡¯ which got stuck at her throat. ¡°I know what you want to say, really¡­¡± Roland sighed. ¡°Pure Witches like you enjoy persisting in the strangest of things, or should I say, torture yourselves. But atonement isn¡¯t just about chains and leg-irons. If I have to prepare these things for you constantly, I will be in for a headache as well. So at such a time, just be like the others and thank Wendy.¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Isabella bit her lips and lowered her head. ¡®I understand.¡± ¡°I know that you have lived amid responsibility and orders in the past, but it doesn¡¯t matter now. There will come a day when you will get used to your new life.¡± Roland changed the topic, ¡°This meeting is a rare publicity opportunity and it should have been made grander, but I did not want to waste time on the ceremony and the celebration feast. You should be aware of the demonic beast attack on Neverwinter.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Upon coming down to proper matters, Isabella¡¯s expression became serious. ¡°Did you call for my presence to understand more about the demonic beasts?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, since Hermes has been the main power resisting the demonic beasts for the past hundred years, I think the Church must have accumulated quite an amount of relevant information.¡± Isabella answered without hesitation, ¡°I will tell you everything I know.¡± When Roland learned that Neverwinter suffered from a sudden demonic beast attack four days ago, he originally didn¡¯t care too much about it. Back then, humanity had already gained the strength to defeat the demonic beasts, so there was no need for worries with the present army. Although it was somewhat unusual for a large number of demonic beasts to appear outside of the Months of Demons, the First Army had gone through many battles against the demons in the region. That was the reason for his negligence on the information. He never expected that the situation had spiraled out of his expectations. On that same evening, he received multiple telegrams from the North Slope Mountain that the situation had developed rapidly after an abrupt turn. Many demonic beasts had crossed Taquila¡¯s front line and attacked the developing grounds where stationed troops engaged in resistance but failed to stop the enemy. If not for the timely reinforcements of the armored vehicles, the loss would have been far heavier. In the reports were mentions of a monster that seemed like a ghost; it moved extremely quickly and silently, almost invisible to the naked eye and would only produce an outline from the bloodstains of its victims. This made Roland realize that he had gravely underestimated the power of the demonic beasts. ¡­ After Isabella¡¯s recount, Roland realized his conjecture had been verified. Compared to Hermes¡¯ Holy City, the Months of Demons at Graycastle was merely a tributary to a bigger sea. The types of demonic beasts far surpassed that of the demons, some hybrids were almost indistinguishable from their original forms as beasts. For example, the savage demonic beasts with extremely long bodies which were capable of digging and scaling walls, or the bird-bodied demonic beasts with goat horns that posed the largest threat to ordinary humans with their cold howls. These were creatures that the Western Region had never encountered. At the same time, he had a notion towards the attack that came without a warning. The horde of demonic beasts that appeared behind the developing area was most probably due to the savage demonic beasts. But these were unable to explain the grim situation in Neverwinter. Although Neverwinter did not have a large city wall like the Holy City, the First Army were all experienced soldiers with weapons sufficient to bridge any shortfalls. Perhaps the humans were plunged into chaos at the beginning, but with the contingency plan set into motion, Roland believed that the army could stabilize the situation. Aside from that, he discovered that Isabella never once mentioned the monsters that moved like a ghost. And this aroused his suspicions. Was this a brand new enemy or were the reports a mistake due to confusion? At this moment in time, a chamberlain brought in a paper parcel. ¡°Your Majesty, Neverwinter sent a new letter.¡± ¡°It isn¡¯t a telegram?¡± Roland was surprised. ¡°Yes, it was delivered by air.¡± ¡°Open it.¡± Inside the package was a paper parchment. Roland unfolded it across the table and realized it was a portraiture of the attacker. Obviously, it was drawn by Soraya. Compared to a written report, the latter¡¯s information was undoubtedly far more precise. Seems like even without fighting capabilities, they are striving to defend their home. Quickly, a monster¡¯s corpse captured Roland¡¯s attention. It looked to have been smashed by a train¡ªhalf of its body was plastered on the metal surface, but the remainder of its body was not one that Roland could link to any of the demonic beasts Isabella had described. ¡°Have you seen such a hybrid in Hermes before?¡± He pulled the piece of paper and placed it in front of Isabella. She looked at it carefully and shook her head. Behind Roland, Nightingale suddenly let out a cry of surprise. Chapter 1420 - A New Extraordinary Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°What is it? Is there a problem?¡± Roland turned his head. ¡°It looks somewhat similar to the thing that I¡¯ve killed before.¡± Nightingale spread her hands out. ¡°But the one I killed was much smaller and did not have such a ridiculous figure¡­¡± ¡°Wait a minute, you¡¯re talking about your investigation at Great Snow Mountain?¡± Nightingale nodded her head. ¡°An earlier case was when searching for the Ice Witch. Based on its ability to turn invisible, it explains why the humans treated it as a ghost.¡± ¡°Are you able to pinpoint the differences between this and the monster you¡¯ve killed in more detail?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Erm¡­ let me think about it. It was a few years ago.¡± Nightingale took the drawing. ¡°The one that I met was, at most, half the height of the monster in the drawing. Its front claws were also in the form of scythes, but much smaller; the belly was only used for climbing, unlike this, which has so many claws. For the head¡­ Right, the demonic beast that I fought did not have such an obvious mouth and razor sharp teeth. The drawing depicts it more like a predator. If not for its front claws and ability to turn invisible, I would not have linked the two together. At that time, I figured that they were one of those hybrid demonic beasts.¡± Roland¡¯s expression turned solemn. ¡°But in the end, we discovered that they belong to the Sky-sea Realm.¡± If we were to say that the demonic beasts posed a certain level of threat, the Sky-sea Realm was on a whole other level. As a participant of the Battle of Divine Will, they were capable of suppressing the demons from an unknown location, so they couldn¡¯t be underestimated. For them to appear in the Western Region was definitely not good news. But the northern part of the Fertile Plains had been occupied by the demons after the Battle of Divine Will, so how did the Sky-sea Realm infiltrate into the belly of the continent? Could it be¡­ A horrific and exaggerated thought vaguely appeared in his head. ¡°Right, talking about the demonic beasts¡­ The First Army encountered them in the snow mountain remains.¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°You can call it a coincidence or luck, but are the demonic beasts and Sky-sea Realm in cahoots?¡± Roland and Isabella turned and looked at Nightingale at the same time. The latter immediately covered her mouth.¡± I was just making a passing remark, you don¡¯t have to take it too seriously.¡± ¡°In all, I¡¯m afraid that this problem is even thornier than what I had anticipated.¡± Roland gently rapped on the table. Regardless, Neverwinter is the core of the human industry, and nothing should ever happen there. If the attack is related to the Sky-sea Realm, it¡¯ll be difficult to get through it even with the most prudent countermeasures. ¡°Isabella, the information you¡¯ve provided is very useful¡­ Go and have a rest first; I will have a member of the General Staff contact you soon.¡± However, Isabella remained in her spot. ¡°Your Majesty, I have a matter to inform you.¡± ¡°What is it? Tell me.¡± ¡°While I was here in Hermes, I continued to experiment with God¡¯s Stones.¡± She retrieved a draft paper from her clothes and placed it on the table. ¡°Do you remember Agatha¡¯s conclusion the last time? That they are obstructed and unusable not by dense magic power but by other factors. I performed repeated experiments here and discovered a factor that might possible be related to frequency.¡± ¡°Frequency?¡± Roland exclaimed. ¡°I referenced it to the Natural Science Theoretical Foundation that you compiled, and maybe what I said isn¡¯t too accurate, but I can¡¯t think of a better description.¡± Isabella then described her discovery succinctly. ¡°In fact¡­ after learning about this, my magic power actually condensed.¡± Nightingale blinked in surprise and observed Isabella for a moment before blurting out, it¡¯s true¡­ I didn¡¯t notice that.¡± Roland laughed. ¡°That means that the Witch Union has a new Extraordinary? Congratulations on the breakthrough.¡± Isabella shook her head. ¡°Everything was possible because you gave me a chance.¡± ¡°But persisting in the research was your choice.¡± He insisted. ¡°Did you feel anything new after having your magic power evolve?¡± Isabella extended her palm out, revealing a ring donned on her middle finger. The gem in the middle gradually lit up. Any other person would be surprised and interested in what seemed to be a magic stone capable of releasing light, but Roland only had suspicions towards it. There was something different about it ¡°This stone¡­ isn¡¯t from the demons!¡± Nightingale exclaimed. Roland immediately realized what was happening. Magic stones were the source of power for the demons, and their appearance was never a factor; thus, the majority of them were oval. But this stone had distinct cuts on them like precious stone polished to a polyhedron, something only humans would do. But humans did not wield the ability to create magic stones so far, and all of them came as spoils of war or were excavated from ruins. Cutting and polishing affected the composition of a magic stone and, in other words, they had to be cut before the transformation. ¡°This was my first experiment after evolving.¡± Isabella became slightly wistful. ¡°It was originally a God¡¯s Locket of Retribution used by the Church that are no longer used to restrain any Witch.¡± Roland turned agape in surprise. ¡°You turned a God¡¯s Stone into glowing magic stone?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± Isabella nodded her head. ¡°If for example, my past ability was to completely repel the waves emitted from a God Stone, I am now able to weaken a specific frequency, and the result is this magic stone. But at present, only a few magic stones are affected in this manner, it might be related to my insufficient understanding of the subject.¡± Roland took about a half hour with questions and experiment manuscripts to grasp Isabella¡¯s point. To put it simply, Isabella had established a link between her ability and her knowledge and grasp over God Stones. To her, the undulating waves from the stones were extremely powerful to the extent of her being unable to grasp their fluctuations, only to resemble a deathly still field at one glance. Upon locating the waves, all other fluctuations were no longer able to present themselves, that was the reason for the God¡¯s Stone ability to isolate powers. But regardless of it being ¡®waves¡¯ or ¡®frequency¡¯, they were both described as conversion of energy. Isabella had faintly grasped the difference between the two, yet was unable to accurately express herself due to her limited knowledge. After all, waves spoke for themselves and were a relatively simple term to understand, but not magic power. She was only able to describe it with relatively similar terms from her vocabulary. This caused Rolan to recall that Lan had said something similar before. If the knowledge gap between two involved parties were too big, even descriptions would be difficult, much less comprehension. But Isabella¡¯s newly developed ability proved that Magic Stones were not proprietary products of the demons. If magic power could one day be hailed as a new branch of education, her tests and experiments would most probably be the starting point. ¡°No one can help you on this path, but it is because of that, that it is worth the try.¡± Roland encouraged. ¡°I will do my best,¡± Isabella replied. ¡°One more thing. I discovered a fascinating phenomenon. Agatha¡¯s guess might not be wrong. God¡¯s stones might actually be living things.¡± Chapter 1421 - Return Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Living things¡­ What do you mean?¡± Nightingale frowned. ¡°Are you saying that the God¡¯s Stone in the mines can talk?¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t made any discoveries on this for the time being, but while conducting tests in the Hermes God¡¯s Stone mine, I accidentally found a few rats that had been corroded by God¡¯s stones.¡± Isabella closed her eyes, as though recalling the memories of the past. ¡°Maybe the rats somehow lost their way and scurried down after the collapse of Holy City. No one knows how rats were caught by the God¡¯s Stones, but after having a part of their bodies sink into them, it became as if¡­ as if the two had fused together.¡± ¡°Insect larvae wrapped in resin can also be viewed as one entity, but the amber isn¡¯t a living thing,¡± Roland replied bluntly. ¡°I know.¡± Fear flashed past Isabella¡¯s face. ¡°If it was just that, I will never have made such an assertion. The problem is¡­ the rat was still alive. When I got close, it squeaked at me, as though asking me to free it¡­¡± Roland shuddered at her words. He suddenly understood why she would feel fear. It was the fear for the unknown. And she was standing in front of an unprecedented domain. ¡°¡­ Could it be that the rat was stuck not long before you entered?¡± Nightingale asked casually, a feint to mask her emotions. ¡°I observed them for three months and nine days. Their squeaks never stopped.¡± Isabella sighed. ¡°One day after that, I used a dagger to free one, but I discovered that its stomach and the rest of it was completely empty, so much that the body had withered severely due to the extended period of time. Yet, part of its veins and arteries had merged into the God¡¯s stone.¡± This means that for three months, the one supplying the rat with energy to survive was¡­ the God¡¯s Stone. Seems like I¡¯m still viewing this too simply. Roland chuckled bitterly. His previous assumption of ¡®only living things can gather magic power¡¯ was an erroneous thought from his lack of understanding towards magic power, but Isabella¡¯s discovery had undoubtedly pushed their understanding a large step forward. ¡°I have seen a record of all living things in the Church once where a few rare plants were able to attach to animals and form an unusual symbiotic relationship. Although we cannot ascertain that the God¡¯s Stone are plants, they are at the very least living things. With this train of thought, the unique appearances of the demons are more explainable. For example the constantly growing obelisk, as well as the giant monsters beneath the steles. Maybe they are using this to structure their current civilization.¡± ¡°The way I see it, demons really enjoy using those stones¡­¡± Nightingale spoke thoughtfully. ¡°It is a pity that my research barely scrapes the surface of this field. Most of it are superficial conjectures and I¡¯m unable to provide you with any substantial assistance.¡± Isabella lowered her head apologetically. ¡°Not only is the reason for the fusion unsolved, even my transformation of the magic stones can merely turn them into low level magic stones like light stones or shrieking stones¡ª¡± ¡°You are gravely underestimating your own discovery.¡± Roland interrupted. ¡°Ignoring whether the hypothesis on the effects of the ¡®wave¡¯ or ¡®frequency¡¯ is accurate, just the fact that a Witch is capable of creating a magic stone via her powers is enough to have your name go down in history.¡± To say that there were no regrets would be a lie. If Isabella was truly capable of producing powerful magic stones, that signified an unlimited supply and usage of powerful sigils, and Combat Witches would turn into an influential force on the battlefield. But Roland also knew that their exploration into magic power was definitely a long process, and Isabella¡¯s research and actions were merely opening a crack into the door of the field, giving them a glance of the new and broad study. Roland believed that so long as she continued on her research, there was bound to be results with the Witches¡¯ long life expectancy. After Isabella¡¯s departure, Roland immediately picked up a pen and paper and drafted a telegram to City Hall. The telegram was a simple sentence: Neverwinter cannot fall, activate all emergency protocols with immediate effect. We shall enter a phase of total war mobilization. The contingency plans could only activate when the kingdom had sufficient food supplies for the soldiers at the frontlines. And aside from the need to supply the army¡¯s expansion outwards, the industry manufacturing arms also suffered from a food restriction. Since the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will, he had ordered Barov to draw up a corresponding contingency plan, but to implement it was not easy. From an administrative perspective, only Neverwinter had the appropriate policies and manpower capable of sustaining and executing the plan. The other cities, on the other hand, would face a paralysis after that hard won restoration of order. Secondly, even if the First Army expanded without restraint, the logistics department would not be able to support them. It was simply impossible to rely on sailboats and domesticated animals to transport goods for hundreds and thousands of people, especially in a cross-border campaign. If the main battlefield was in the Western Region, the administrative and logistical limitations would not exist¡ªNeverwinter was both humanity¡¯s last stand and the forefront of the battle. Regardless of the price they had to pay, humanity could no longer take a step back. Even if the enemy were from Sky-sea Realm. Because they had nowhere to go! ¡­ ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± Immersed in the Red Mist Pond, Silent Disaster suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the darkness. A moment ago, he heard the faintest of movements. If they were in an ordinary situation, he would definitely not ask any questions. He would attack with his weapon and figure out from there. If it was any Junior Demon or Primal Demon that dared intrude his resting place under such circumstances, being cleaved into two was a deserving outcome. The reason for Silent Disaster¡¯s inaction was that his weapon was no longer by his side.. Only while in recuperation would he remove his armor and weapons. A figure slowly walked out from the darkness. ¡°Don¡¯t do anything¡­ It¡¯s me.¡± Silent Disaster was startled. The owner of the voice was someone that they had lost communication for a long time¡ªSky Lord, Hackzord! Silent Disaster suddenly stood up from the pool and grabbed a piece of white cloth. ¡°Where have you been! Was Mask right, that you had shed your responsibilities and ran?¡± ¡°Humph, I¡¯m not surprised by whatever that abnormal freak says. That¡¯s the reason why I came to find you alone.¡± Hackzord slowly walked into the pool. That was when Silent Disaster noticed that Hackzord had a large hole in the middle of his chestplate, revealing the flesh wound on his body. Although the bleeding had ceased, the wound had not healed. ¡°You¡¯re¡­ injured?¡± With Sky Lord¡¯s ability, it was not impossible for him to end up in this state if he had deserted the battlefield. ¡°I never thought that there will be a day where I will receive your concern.¡± Sky Lord laughed and arduously climbed into the Red Mist Pond. ¡°Rest easy, you will soon know where I have been. But before that, I need you to see something.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Focus your attention and relax, close your eyes¡­¡± Silent Disaster wanted to instinctively reject the strange request upon hearing it, but upon staring into the other party¡¯s expression that did not leave room for doubt, he suddenly realized something. It was a state in preparation to enter the Realm of Mind! He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately closed his eyes. In that instant, a series of indescribable scenes surged into Silent Disaster¡¯s mind! The strange scene on the island, countless confidential letters, the white-robed fellow demon, the large beam of light, and the bottomless pit all flashed past. The final scene that appeared was a blade and a swarm of Nests¡­ Chapter 1422 - Plan B Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations This was¡ªmemory extraction! The only difference was instead of exposing their memories to the King in the Presiding Holy Sea, it was Hackzord voluntarily sharing his memory to him! Silent Disaster accepted the connection after a long while. Memories were difficult to be faked and far more precise than a recount. But at the same time, it had its shortcomings, that was the ease of accessing other memories aside from the ¡®main scenes.¡¯ Silent Disaster did not expect Sky Lord to bare open his memories without any defenses to relay the information. ¡°You¡ª¡± ¡°There is no need to speak further.¡± Hackzord¡¯s voice was downcast, his actions obviously having exhausted himself. ¡°If I didn¡¯t do this, will you even believe everything that I¡¯ve been through?¡± The answer was undoubtedly a no. A source of magic power that came in the form of an island actually existed near the Blackstone region. Even after going through Hackzord¡¯s memories, Silent Disaster still found it somewhat surreal. ¡°You¡¯re able to form your own Realm of Mind domain?¡± Silent Disaster changed the topic. Hackzord looked at him with distrust. ¡°I thought you would be more concerned over Valkries¡¯s location. But you¡¯re right¡­ if I hadn¡¯t, I wouldn¡¯t be able to transfer my memory to you. When I saw the tree of light, my understanding towards the Realm of Mind suddenly deepened¡ªif not for the interruption by the Sky-sea Realm, I might have taken a step deeper. Of course¡­ Compared to the King¡¯s Presiding Holy Sea, my domain is far smaller.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Silent Disaster sat back in the pool with his back facing Sky Lord. ¡°Indeed, I yearn to know of Nightmare Lord¡¯s whereabouts. Even after ¡®seeing¡¯ that piece of paper, I so badly want to look for her in the human kingdom, but my rationality is telling me to refuse you.¡± ¡°Refuse¡­ What?¡± Hackzord turned and glanced at the other party¡¯s clean back and long blue hair. ¡°I rarely speak, but that does not mean I don¡¯t think,¡± Silent Disaster replied. ¡°Your goal was self-evident the moment you came to look for me first instead of reporting to the King. You wish to stop the Battle of Divine Will, or hope to find out the truth before making a decision. They undoubtedly violate the King¡¯s decree, and no different from a betrayal. The King will not let you off once he knows of this. You can¡¯t do it alone and require support. So you chose me to help you.¡± ¡°No, I am definitely loyal to the King!¡± Hackzord refuted with a whisper, ¡°Since we know that the Battle of Divine Will is all a trap, why are we still throwing ourselves into it helplessly waiting for the destined doom to come? You think that the King will cling to his way obstinately? As long as I can think of a way to contact Valkries, the King will definitely understand what is the right choice, so¡­¡± ¡°No, I am definitely loyal to the King!¡± Hackzord refuted with a suppressed voice. ¡°Since we know that the Battle of Divine Will is all a trap, why are we still throwing ourselves into it helplessly waiting for the destined doom to come? You think that the King will cling to his way obstinately? As long as I can think of a way to contact Valkries, the King will definitely understand what is the right choice, so¡­¡± ¡°Damn it, you saw everything?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Silent Disaster admitted. ¡°It was not intentional, but you can¡¯t sieve and overlook memories like words. Ever since you left for the Bottomless Land, you already knew that the King will not agree with your actions.¡± The entire Battle of Divine Will was a lie and the Realm of Mind contained an even deeper and darker secret, which did not conflict with the destruction of the humans and Sky-sea Realm. Assuming that the information on the paper was real, so long as the demons did not combine the legacy shards, the ¡®upgrade¡¯ would never occur, giving them the time to unravel the mystery. Regardless, dealing with anything related to the Divine Will by themselves was safer than leaving it in the hands of the enemy. Of course, destroying the humans might lead to Nightmare Lord¡¯s ultimate demise. But compared to the entire race, a senior lord was insignificant, even if it was Valkries. The King never allowed emotions to cloud his judgment, and everything he did was based on cold logic and rationality. If they stopped the war, humanity might overcome the race¡¯s advantage with their rate of development. This was something Ursrook had stressed and the King would never take the risk¡ªHackzord was definitely well aware of this. ¡°If it had been any ordinary time, I would have cut you down and prevent you from running to deliver you to the King for judgment.¡± Silent Disaster sighed. ¡°But seeing that you did everything in hopes of saving Valkries, I will act as though I am unaware of anything.¡± ¡°Since you understand, shouldn¡¯t you do something about it! Also¡ª¡± Hackzord glanced towards Nightmare Lord¡¯s body at the other side of the Red Mist Pond. ¡°Your respect for Valkries is all a lie. Compared to her, your greater wish is to see an empty¡­¡± BANG! Silent Disaster punched the Red Mist Pond, causing a few cracks to appear in the rock foundation and also stopping Sky Lord from finishing his sentence. ¡°Firstly, your entire plan is built on a piece of paper of unknown origins; although it is definitely Valkries¡¯s handwriting, that¡¯s all.¡± ¡°But she foreshadowed the existence of the Bottomless Land.¡± ¡°And she said that the Deity of Gods isn¡¯t safe, but the humans are incapable of stopping us,¡± Silent Disaster replied. ¡°You want me to publicly go against the King based on this piece of paper? In fact, It was already a risk listening to you and acting as though it never happened. If you were in my place, you could never have done this.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what I meant, we can slow down the pace of the offensive and investigate covertly. As long as Mask doesn¡¯t know¡­¡± ¡°That is the second point I was trying to tell you. You returned too late.¡± Silent Disaster interrupted him. ¡°The King gave us a new order, the Western Front will be handled by Mask, and Plan B is being implemented. You are no longer the commander, in other words, there isn¡¯t any Western Front Commander.¡± ¡°How is that¡­¡± Hackzord stood up in the Red Mist Pond abruptly, followed with a pained expression as he held onto his chest. ¡°You should have felt it right? The ripple from the Realm of Mind,¡± Silent Disaster said indifferently. ¡°In fact, the situation is worse than you think. Not only is Resentful Heart dead, Blackstone Region¡¯s defensive line was proclaimed to be breached. In that emergency, the King merged with the core and transformed the city into a new Deity of Gods. Currently, the entire race is migrating here, so everything that you¡¯re thinking of cannot be realized. If you want to gain more time, you¡¯ll be going against the order, which isn¡¯t any different from going against the King openly. So, I am unable to agree to you.¡± Hackzord realized that the situation had truly developed out of his control. Although the loss of a senior lord was rare, it was not strange for it to occur in war. But he had never expected for the situation to have deteriorated to such a level so suddenly. Could it be that the appearance of the Blades¡­ wasn¡¯t a special phenomenon? He was naturally aware of Plan B¡ª While researching on the Deity of Gods, Mask had mentioned a crazy war tactic. In the situation where cost was disregarded, they could compress the core and God¡¯s Stone mine to the limits and allow the Deity of Gods to reach an alarming altitude. At such a time, the immense weight was sufficient for the entire floating island to turn into a devastating weapon. When the Deity of Gods plummeted from a high altitude, the effect would be comparable to God¡¯s Punishment. Although Hackzord was unaware of how devastating it truly was, according to Mask¡¯s words, the land would crumble and produce a cloud of dust capable of blocking out the entire sun and cover a distance of over a thousand kilometers. Lava would seep out of the fissures and spew wantonly, transforming the entire land into a flaming abyss. One attack would consume a single but precious unit of Deity of Gods. Hackzord thought that the plan would never be implemented, but who knew that the King had agreed to it. If that was truly the case, his ideas were truly just empty talk. To disobey the King alone? Although the race¡¯s future was unpredictable, his fate would undoubtedly be doomed. There wasn¡¯t a second possibility other than being chased by the other senior lords. ¡°Maybe you¡¯re right¡­¡± Hackzord lowered himself back down into the pool. ¡°My reasoning wasn¡¯t up to date and I almost made a grave mistake. Since we have transitioned into Plan B, I should return to Sky City and follow up with the deployment¡­¡± BANG! More cracks appeared by the walls of the pool. Sky Lord was startled. ¡°Are you planning to give up on Valkries?¡± Silent Disaster stood up and turned to walk towards Hackzord, and looked down at him with chilly eyes, as though if the word ¡°yes¡± was said, Silent Disaster would unleash a bloodbath. ¡°I¡­¡± Hackzord was at a loss for words. I can¡¯t save her, but I can¡¯t not save her either, how can you be so unreasonable? Suddenly, Hackzord felt as though he understood Mask. ¡°I might be refusing your request, but that doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m giving up on her.¡± ¡°What you¡¯re saying is¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. But it is because I have no clue as to what to do that requires you to think about it.¡± Silent Disaster spoke in an unquestionable tone. ¡°Regardless, do not hope that you can get away by running away.¡± He retracted the coldness in his words and closed his eyes, whispering, ¡°¡­ Especially after you¡¯ve given me hope.¡± Chapter 1423 - Probe Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Be careful! They¡¯re charging up again!¡± Hearing Fishball¡¯s warning, the defensive line composed of less than a hundred men produced the sound of concentrated firing. Under the intense firepower, the agile monstrous beasts were forced to slow down and slowly crawl under the smoke and flying gravel. The two 75mm cannons had been waiting for this very moment. Within a range of a thousand meters, the cannons were astonishingly accurate; their might far stronger than the anti-demon rocket-propelled grenade and could be hailed as the nemesis of the ¡®stubborn rock monsters.¡¯ The miniature monstrous beasts climbing at the front were the first to be bombarded as their upper bodies were instantly shred into pieces leaving limbs landing a hundred meters away. After the deaths of a few monstrous beasts, the remaining demons retreated and concealed themselves within the Red Mist again. But everyone knew that it was the calm before the storm; the monsters could regroup and come back even stronger at any time¡ªfrom every direction. This occurred not only in the northern region of the Kingdom of Dawn. From the mountains of the Kingdom of Wolfheart to the Coldwind Ridge at Graycastle, multiple battles occurred simultaneously at every moment. The only difference was the scale of the battle. The First Army adopted a corresponding countermeasure¡ªlarger troops took on the larger enemies, and small numbers of intruders were handled by a smaller group of soldiers. The troops led by Fishball was precisely an assault force meant to make up for the gaps and take care of any that were missed. By relying on the city, they intercepted the demons that attempted to cross over and ensured a foothold for the humans. Even though Fishball was a low-ranking officer, he was aware that his mission was intimately related to the overall situation. According to the calculations formulated by the higher-ups, the Red Mist produced at Hermes would be enough to envelop the entire City of Glow in a few months. Therefore, fighting in the Red Mist would soon become the norm. The soldiers were required to adapt to the battlefield without the support of the Witches and ensure the day to day operations within the Kingdom of Dawn. It had to be said that engaging in such battles made them rather passive since no one could predict where the next attack would come from or the manner in which they would enter their warning radius. It was also impossible to establish a fixed defense line along the entire north border of the Four Kingdoms as they lacked the manpower or logistics for such an endeavor. Thus, the higher-ups were caught in a rather helpless situation. Fortunately, the soldiers became more adept with their weapons. Even with just dozens of men, they were capable of unleashing a considerable amount of firepower in a short time frame. For example, Fishball¡¯s small team with four general-purpose machine guns, ten horses and two cannons, were capable of defeating any enemies so long as there were no Senior Demons. After all, this nearly deadlock situation was due to the fact that the First Army was helpless against the floating island. Even if they forced their way into Hermes Plateau, it was impossible to destroy the moving stronghold. The humans had no choice but to maintain a defensive stance. The only one capable of threatening the demons was the Aerial Knights formation led by Princess Tilly. ¡°If I had known this would had happened, I would have joined the Aerial Knight Academy,¡± someone mentioned casually. ¡°That¡¯s enough. The requirements for joining that are too high; do you think it¡¯ll be as easy as where we are now, to go through simple training and pass?¡± ¡°In fact, joining the First Army is already a praiseworthy thing. My cousin couldn¡¯t even join.¡± ¡°But Princess Tilly is there¡­¡± This sentence incited a moment of silence. The image of Iron Axe and Princess Tilly appeared involuntarily within Fishball¡¯s mind. The outcome of such a comparison was self-evident¡­ ¡°Shut your traps!¡± He expelled the distracting thoughts out of their heads and berated them. ¡°The Aerial Knights might be able to deal with the demons head on, but we are the ones protecting the citizens! The enemies might even come again later, so pay attention to the sentry signals!¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Everyone probably realized how incomparable the two were as they changed topics. ¡°Captain.¡± Hanson walked over with his rifle. ¡°A subordinate of mine reported of an inclined position to the west with a good view. It allows monitoring of the enemy and they will have difficulty climbing up. As long as we set up a machine gun there, we will be able to suppress the wall-climbing monsters.¡± At least there are still some reliable people on the team. Fishball turned towards the direction pointed to him and quickly came to a decision. ¡°I¡¯ll lead five men over there, I¡¯ll leave this place to you. I¡¯m sure you know when to fight or retreat.¡± ¡°You¡¯re going personally?¡± ¡°It¡¯s our first time here; I¡¯ll be more at ease taking a look at it myself.¡± Fishball knew that the flank was far more important, and was well aware of his vice-captain¡¯s character. Hanson was not only a good marksman, but was extremely reliable and prudent. He was qualified enough to hold the line. ¡°I understand.¡± Hanson saluted in acknowledgment of the order. Fishball nodded and proceeded to pick out five reconnaissance soldiers. Together, they climbed towards the slope. The bulging region had its similarities with the Northbound Slope. It had a gentle slope before coming to an abrupt cliff that went up almost twenty to thirty meters. The top of the hill was a suitable spot for cover and concealment with the trees and dense vegetation. The only flaw was the dense mist in the area; the settled Red Mist was static, reducing their field of vision. Although it did not affect any observational activities outwards, being immersed in the Red Mist was not a good experience. ¡°Light up some fire to disperse the mist, then sweep the surrounding area.¡± Fishball found a suitable firing position and laid the machine gun down. It was indeed a prime location with the steep cliff acting as a natural barrier, especially against the monstrous beasts that had no defenses on their backs. Fishball decided to mark the location for future use before any new attack rose. But after a long time, Fishball did not hear the crackling and burning flames that he had anticipated. What¡¯s going on? How long do they need to gather firewood? He frowned and yelled out twice, but the forest remained silent without any response. Fishball suddenly felt something. Something¡¯s wrong¡­ Even if there are enemies, they should have at least fired out once. Be it Hanson¡¯s subordinate or the six of them, neither party came across any traces of enemies. The sudden silence was too bizarre. At that very moment, he heard a light ¡®rustle¡¯ to his right, as though something had stepped onto grass. Fishball turned and raised his gun¡ª A dark figure flashed in front of him and a cold gleam of light pricked his cheek. CRUNCH. His hand suddenly felt lighter as his weapon was split in two. A tall ¡®female¡¯ appeared before him. She walked barefooted with light garments as clothes that covered her blue skin. Aside from the sword in her hand, there were no other metallic objects on her body. It was most probably how she was able to sneak forward without a sound. It¡¯s over. That was Fishball¡¯s thought. The humanoid form was the distinctive feature of a Senior Demon, according to the pamphlets handed out by the higher-ups. The more humanoid the demon was, the stronger they were. Aside from her blue skin and tall figure, her facial features bore a striking resemblance to a human. One could only imagine how powerful she was. Surprisingly, Fishball felt no fear in the face of death. The only thought he had was how to inform his comrades that a Senior Demon had infiltrated their location. But the sword did not slash his body into two. The other party took out a piece of paper and threw it in front of him. ¡°Take this and bring it back. Hand it to the Three Chiefs Witches.¡± Her intonation was queer and her flow of speech was terrible. But it was clearly human language. ¡°I don¡¯t know who the Three Chief Witches are¡­¡± Fishball secretly reached for the pistol at his waist. ¡°And I will definitely not help my enemy¡ª¡± ¡°Send it and your companions stay alive.¡± The demon¡¯s words caused him to stop. ¡°Since the Three Chiefs are leaders. Bring it back, and people will know.¡± Then, a purplish portal of magic appeared behind her. She gradually retreated and disappeared without a trace. Chapter 1424 - Valkries’s Speculation Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Is this¡­ a dream? Fishball blinked multiple times. Not only did the Senior Demon spare him, she wanted to communicate with the leader of the Witches? But the piece of paper and his broken gun were proof that it was not a hallucination. He lowered himself and picked up the piece of paper¡ªThe Senior Demon had not bound it or sealed it with candlewax, revealing the content written on it. Despite knowing that he should not be reading it, he stole a few glances. Bottomless Land? Deity of Gods? I have no idea what any of this is about¡ª This allowed Fishball to heave a sigh of relief. Just based on the words written, no one would have ever guessed that it came from a demon. ¡°That¡¯s right, the others!¡± He suddenly recalled his missing comrades! It wasn¡¯t time to ponder over the letter! ¡°Fauch! Cartier! Blanket¡ª!¡± Fishball yelled for his companions while staggering towards the forest. Strangely enough, the adrenaline had not set in when encountering the Senior Demon. But after her disappearance, he suddenly discovered that his legs had gone soft and he had to rely on trees to support himself. After a moment, a weak reply sounded out from deep in the forest. ¡°Captain¡ªCaptain, is that you?¡± After a short search, he discovered a group of four men. Two others could not be found, as though they had disappeared without a trace. The slip of paper soon found its way to a high-ranking officer. Three days later, Fishball was summoned to the City of Glow, by King Roland. And his mode of transport was actually the Seagull. He had a faint inkling that the matter was not as simple as a mere letter. ¡­ ¡°How¡¯s it?¡± After the questioning, Roland asked Nightingale. ¡°He was speaking the truth. Your soldier didn¡¯t lie at all.¡± Nightingale shrugged. ¡°Is that so¡­¡± In all honesty, Roland felt that it was impossible for a front line soldier to fabricate such a story, but due to the peculiarity of the situation, there was no mistake in being cautious. After all, the matter was simply bizarre and inconceivable to him as well. ¡°I will head into the Dream World then, I¡¯ll have to trouble you to take care of me.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll still do it even if you didn¡¯t ask.¡± Nightingale turned and loosened the curtains, dimming the entire study. ¡°You want to meet the demon again?¡± It was impossible to hide secrets from Nightingale. After all, she was the one protecting him by his side. She was the only other person who knew where the letter came from. Despite not initiating any queries, she naturally gained sufficient exposure after listening to the conversation between Roland and the ancient witch. Of course, Roland did not have the intention of painstakingly hiding it from her. His reason for not revealing it to others was mainly to avoid unnecessary worries, especially for Anna. ¡°The letter previously had failed, Hackzord has returned,¡± he muttered. ¡°And another powerful Senior Demon has appeared on the battlefield. You saw it for yourself, as long as the two combines their abilities, they are capable of causing great trouble for the First Army. Before that happens, I have to learn of their intent. For this, both the Taquila Witches and Edith have provided tremendous help.¡± It could be said that they were in ¡®troubled times.¡¯ Neverwinter was under siege, danger was imminent everywhere, and there was the top priority matter of dealing with the two Senior Demons. ¡°Although that¡¯s the case, the other party is still a demon. You can¡¯t just trust them that easily,¡± Nightingale warned. ¡°Bring a few God¡¯s Punishment Witch with you, especially Ling.¡± ¡°You might not believe me, but I can fight exceptionally well in the Dream World.¡± Roland looked at the girl almost blended into the darkness and laid down on the sofa. ¡°But you don¡¯t have to worry, I¡¯ll bring a few people with me.¡± ¡°Be back soon.¡± ¡°Alright, see you in a bit.¡± He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to engulf him¡ª Half an hour later, Roland caught sight of Valkries walking towards Rose Caf¨¦. He then recounted everything that had happened to Fishball to her. ¡°¡­ I see.¡± the other party sipped on her coffee and pondered for a long time. ¡°They¡­ are looking for me.¡± Roland was unsure, but sensed that Valkries was acting more and more like a human. ¡°They? You mean you know who that person is?¡± Valkries raised her head and looked at him. ¡°Serakkas¡ªalso known as Silent Disaster. But she rarely removes her heavy and thick armor, so it isn¡¯t strange for you to see her as just another higher ascendant.¡± Roland was dumbstruck. He knew of the name Silent Disaster from Sylvie, who had noticed this large and powerful Senior Lord back when the Deity of Gods was moving into the Impassable Mountain Range. Through many other reports gathered, he had verified the other party¡¯s identity¡ªone of the few ¡®Charita¡¯ of the demon race, she was an extremely gifted warrior and the previous guardian of the legacy shard. Through the shard, he had once crossed paths with her. That¡¯s right, the armored enemy seated on the blackstone throne was Silent Disaster. But he never expected for the other party to be hiding such an appearance under the armor. ¡°Are you sure they¡¯re looking for you?¡± Roland suppressed the shock in his heart. ¡°The letter was indicated to be handed to the Three Chiefs Witches¡­¡± The content within the letter was simple, almost identical to the one Nightmare Lord had handed over; the only difference was instead of demon characters, it was written in human language. What Roland found it hard to understand was what significance it held for them for the leader of the Witches to have the letter? ¡°It¡¯s normal for you not to understand, because you are not us.¡± Valkries placed her fork down and sipped on her cup of coffee. ¡°Actually, you just have to view it from a different angle and you can guess their intent. Firstly, the reason for my disappearance is for the investigation of the reason for humanity¡¯s upgrading. If I am still alive, it means that I have to rely on a human¡¯s Realm of Mind domain to continue existing; otherwise, it is impossible for me to maintain my consciousness for this long under the attack of the Realm of Mind, much less being able to send the letter out.¡± ¡°And the most probable person to interact with the Realm of Mind is a Witch?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Of course, there¡¯s you,¡± Valkries frankly said. ¡°But considering that I am able to send the letter, it is even more probable that I am relying on a Witch¡ªHackzord must have guessed that I was able to convince a few Witches and reached a consensus for the first letter to appear. Provided that you are the one I convinced, it would be easier for you to surrender on behalf of the humans. There won¡¯t be a need for this trouble.¡± ¡°What you¡¯re actually saying is¡­ control, right?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t mind the fine details.¡± Valkries did not refute his words. ¡°In a way, a relationship formed by persuasion is firmer than one of control, because the latter is a unilateral action, while the former is a concept encompassing both parties.¡± Roland suddenly recalled Agatha¡¯s words where a few humans actually became followers of the demons in the first Battle of Divine Will¡­ He shook his head and turned his thoughts back to the main topic. ¡°But even so, they are unable to verify which Witch you¡¯re relying on.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. But it definitely wasn¡¯t easy to deliver a piece of paper from Graycastle to the Kingdom of Wolfheart, especially in war time. The person who succeeded in doing so cannot be a nobody. She must have figured that the person wields a considerable influence in the human kingdom, or is extremely astute on information. So her choice in handing the letter over to the witches is the most reasonable choice. This will allow importance to be attached to the letter, and the sender of the letter will come to know about it.¡± At this point, Valkries paused for a moment. ¡°Aside from that, don¡¯t you think that this letter is too simple? There wasn¡¯t even an envelope and anyone could have gone through the content. Doing so will prevent the Three Chiefs from concealing the matter, and the Witch that I have convinced will be able to learn of the letter sooner or later¡ªand once she finds out, I will know about it too.¡± Roland suddenly realized that the words of the letter was not the main point, but the actions on how the letter was delivered by Sky Lord and Silent Disaster was. Compared to the content, the matter of a Senior Demon giving a letter to a human was unprecedented and could never be concealed. He believed that in a few days, Fishball¡¯s encounter would have spread among all the troops. ¡°I admit that doing this requires a bit of luck. But it has to be said, they chose the best course of action. Also, they are really fortunate¡­¡± Valkries pointed to Roland, then to herself. ¡°You see, don¡¯t I know about it already?¡± ¡°Based on your explanation, I do understand where they are coming from.¡± Roland leaned forward and took a deep breath¡ªHe knew the next question was the one of importance. ¡°Tell me, why do you think they are looking for you?¡± Chapter 1425 - Close your eyes Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t know.¡± Valkries eyes never strayed away. ¡°This has gone beyond my expectations. That¡¯s what you¡¯re more concerned about, right?¡± Roland tacitly agreed. He discovered that Nightmare Lord possessed an indescribable insight towards the minds of humans. Even in the Martialist Association, she was well received by everyone and blended in well. It was useless trying to act muddle-headed in front of her, and the most effective form of negotiation was to be direct. According to her previous conjecture, the appearance of the Deity of Gods meant that the Sky Lord had made a decision. Since he had persuaded the King for the Deity of Gods, it had severed all possibilities of working together. Uness the gigantic floating island was destroyed, there was no room for regret. ¡°Reasonably, Hackzord¡¯s prudent nature will always focus on the frontlines. As long as you display sufficient strength, he will not take action.¡± It looked as though Valkries was thinking aloud, yet at the same time figuring out the doubts in his heart. ¡°Now that he¡¯s being out of character, and with Serakkas forming some sort of understanding with him, it is natural that you¡¯re wary. But¡­¡± ¡°But what?¡± ¡°What if the situation has changed?¡± She shrugged. ¡°The world has changed, no matter how appropriate the choice, all our conditions have turned meaningless. I can only guess that there might be other factors at play that changed Hackzord¡¯s original intent.¡± ¡°But you don¡¯t know what that is.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, if even you have no clue as to what that is, It is impossible for me to know.¡± Valkries drank another mouthful of coffee. ¡°If we do not ask him, nothing will come out from our guesses here.¡± ¡°So you want to write another letter?¡± ¡°That is indeed a way, but the time between the doubts and our interaction will be too long. And the conditions might change at any given moment. All of these uncertainties have brought uncertain risks.¡± After a moment of silence, Roland looked at Valkries in an amused manner. ¡°Are you trying to guide my thoughts?¡± ¡°The decision has always been in your hands.¡± The latter¡¯s expression was surprisingly calm. ¡°¡­¡± Roland did not answer immediately and merely shrugged his shoulders and changed the topic. ¡°Right, why do you only talk about Hackzord and rarely about Silent Disaster? Can she not be one of the ¡®uncertain elements?¡¯¡± ¡°Because I know her.¡± Emotions stirred within Valkries eyes. She turned and looked out of the window. ¡°To convince Hackzord requires a great deal of reasoning, but it is impossible for her. As long as she knows that I¡¯m alive, she will not stay idle.¡± ¡­ Deity of Gods, at the bottom of the Red Mist Pond. ¡°Will doing this really work?¡± Silent Disaster stared at Sky Lord who was recuperating with his eyes closed in the pool. ¡°Maybe, maybe not.¡± After days of recuperation, Hackzord had almost fully recovered. ¡°But since you can¡¯t think of a better idea, we can only try our luck.¡± He knew very well that if he wanted Silent Disaster to stand by his side, he needed to resolve the two reasons for her refusal. He was unable to stop the order of Plan B and did not dare openly rebel against the King; therefore, the only breakthrough was the ¡®letter.¡¯ A piece of paper and a few words were far too sloppy, but what if there were more words and information? If it succeeded and they were able to communicate with the Nightmare Lord, Silent Disaster would become his greatest trump card. For this plan, not only did Hackzord allow his capable subordinate, Siacis, to personally monitor rumors floating around the north of the Kingdom of Dawn, he also sent out two nobles, one to the foot of Mount Hermes and the other to Everwinter¡¯s borders, in hopes of receiving a reply. The plan was akin to casting a wide net into the sea, and it being heavily reliant heavily on luck increased the uncertainties involved. However, Hackzord had no other choice. He could not expose the existence of that witch¡¯s existence and cause Valkries to lose her connection and become completely lost in the Realm of Mind. If that happened, they would no longer be able to obtain replies for a chance to ambush the humans. But Hackzord did not harbor any hope for any end results. Since the message sent required time and the King¡¯s second Deity of Gods was moving towards the Fertile Plains. Once Plan B was activated, there was no turning back. ¡°Aside from that¡­ Instead of being focused on this, why not pay attention to Mask?¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong with Mask?¡± Silent Disaster frowned. ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­ I feel that his reaction is somewhat strange.¡± Hackzord shook his head. It was impossible for his return to be hidden from Mask, but after earning the role as the Commander of the Western Front, Mask did not bother about his long disappearance or suggest for him to report to the King. If it were in the past, Mask would had used this opportunity to suppress Hackzord instead of letting the chance slip by. ¡°Master Sky Lord!¡± Right at this time, Siacis suddenly ran into the rock cave. ¡°There has been activity with the humans!¡± ¡°That fast?¡± Hackzord was shocked. ¡°What did you observe?¡± He did not reveal his thoughts to anyone else aside from Silent Disaster and Siacis was no exception. His order to his subordinate was to report anything unusual about the humans. ¡°A human male has erected a flag on the hillside which you requested for us to observe, and he¡¯s alone.¡± Erecting a flag but not occupying the territory, that was extremely unusual! Hackzord couldn¡¯t help but exchange looks with Silent Disaster. It had only been five days since they sent out the message, and was far from the half month that he had anticipated. This only proved one thing; not only did the Witch hold a powerful position, her authority was close to the top. Otherwise, it would had been impossible for the message to be delivered so quickly. ¡°Any movements on the Eye Demons?¡± Although Witches were unable to enter Red Mist regions, he had prepared a Symbiotic Eye Demon for Siacis for safety reasons. After suffering the long distance attack by the blonde witch the last time, it had left a trauma in him. ¡°What was sensed was a human male without any magic power and should be a scout for the humans. Presently, there has been no sightings of any magic power observers.¡± Siacis hesitated for a moment. ¡°My lord, what are you cautious about?¡± ¡°I will tell you everything when it¡¯s over.¡± After Siacis¡¯s departure, Hackzord turned to Silent Disaster. ¡°Do you want to go?¡± ¡°Is there a need to ask?¡± The latter had already donned on her helmet. ¡­ After stepping through the Distortion Door, Silent Disaster slowly walked towards the soldier under the flag. This time, she did not conceal herself intentionally, allowing the soldier to notice her. Silent Disaster recognized him. He was the one who had delivered the previous letter. The scene was a rare sight. The human did not scream, run, or put up a desperate resistance; instead, he waited quietly for her to approach. Although his breathing was clearly somewhat chaotic, he did not retreat a step. When the two came face to face, he spoke. ¡°I¡¯ve delivered the letter, where are my companions?¡± ¡°They are alive. Return, I will release them.¡± The man nodded, then took out a new piece of paper and handed it over. Silent Disaster¡¯s eyes immediately constricted. It was the same as the first letter, written in their language with Nightmare Lord¡¯s obvious style. But the content was brief; it was only a single sentence. ¡°Focus yourself, and close your eyes.¡± Chapter 1426 - Converging Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Enter¡­ the Realm of Mind here? Silent Disaster was shocked. She was not Hackzord and had difficulty establishing a connection with the Realm of Mind without the Birth Tower. Even if it was an ephemeral connection to the Origin of Magic, it was extremely unlikely for her to be able to find Valkries in the vast darkness. Why did Nightmare Lord send out this message? She looked around. The entire hilltop was quiet and the Eye Demon had not produced any warnings. Even the lone soldier standing in front of her came empty handed and did not carry the firearms they were so proud of. Well¡­ I¡¯ll have to try it then. She figured it was fine if it failed; she could seek Hackzord out for help. Having made her decision, Silent Disaster slowly closed her eyes and attempted to find the slightest bit of fluctuation. Right at this moment, an extremely powerful force enveloped her! The overwhelming sensation shocked her as she tried to struggle free, but to no avail. As though stuck in a quagmire, the barrier between both worlds became like bubbles, as though she could immediately connect to the Realm of Mind effortlessly! Even though her eyes were closed, she could sense the surging magic power around her¡ª It was an experience Silent Disaster had never felt. She had never experienced such an effect even when meditating close to the Birth Tower! Even the misconception that she was being upgraded surfaced from the bottom of her heart. But the sensation was fleeting. Before being able to process her thoughts, everything became quiet once more. But it was not the same as before¡ªSilent Disaster felt a faint buzzing sound ahead of her, and at the same time it came with a faint breeze. The wind was extremely dry, yet calm and steady, as though there were very slight fluctuations. She was unable to recall a similar scene in her memories that had spanned centuries. Silent Disaster opened her eyes. She discovered that she was in a small building which had poor natural lighting, but it wasn¡¯t pitch black. A gigantic magic stone overhead emitted a bright light, illuminating the corners of the room adequately. The thing that buzzed and produced the warm wind was a strange instrument hung on the wall. It was not made out of wood or metal but something in between. The artificial production of wind was astonishing. Is this¡­ the Realm of Mind? Why haven¡¯t I ever seen such a thing? ¡°Is she the one you¡¯re looking for?¡± An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded out from behind her. Silent Disaster immediately reached out for her sword and turned¡ª ¡°Hi, it¡¯s been a while, Serakkas.¡± Silent Disaster stood agape. It was not a reunion after being separated for a long time. Everyday, she would see the other party in the Red Mist Pond, but at that moment, she finally understood the difference between the two. The faint smile, the bright and lively eyes, as well as the familiar voice¡­ All the fine details brought about ineffable emotions and caused ripples in her heart. ¡°Lord Valkries¡­¡± ¡°To hear that from you truly brings me back.¡± Nightmare Lord smiled faintly. ¡°But you¡¯re already a senior lord and on the same rank as me. There is no need to use the old titles.¡± ¡°What is going on here¡ª¡± Serakkas was suddenly stumped, because she noticed the male human beside Nightmare Lord! He bore the exact same resemblance as the human in the Divine Land who had attacked her coldly! ¡°So this man has taken you hostage?¡± ¡°Do you feel that way?¡± Valkries answered with a question. ¡°¡­¡± Silent Disaster held onto her sheath, but found it difficult to draw out her sword. Indeed, the two had appeared at the same time and did not harbor any malicious intent. Could it be¡­ that he is the human whom Nightmare Lord convinced? ¡°Welcome to the Dream World. Let me introduce myself. I am the King of Graycastle, and the leader of the Witch Union, Roland Wimbledon.¡± The other party extended a hand forward. ¡°You speak my language?¡± Silent Disaster was in disbelief. ¡°You want to hear more of it?¡± Roland slowly repeated himself. At this point, Silent Disaster realized that the language spoken by the human king was not of their race, but an extremely strange language. Yet, she was able to understand him! In other words, regardless of what language the three spoke, they were able to understand each other clearly. ¡°You can treat it as a form of psychic communication. In all¡­ they are just minor details.¡± Roland extended his hand in an inviting manner. ¡°To be honest, to facilitate this meeting wasn¡¯t easy, so we have to cherish the time we have and focus on resolving the problem. Come, let us eat while we talk.¡± Eat¡­ while we talk? Imbecile, does he not know that higher ascendant has no need to eat and drink? Valkries must have endured him for long enough. But to her surprise, Nightmare Lord gladly sat at the table and picked up an exquisite cup in front of her. Eh¡­ In a daze, she followed and sat down. ¡°Time is of the essence, but if we don¡¯t even have the most fundamental trust, everything that follows will be pointless.¡± Roland went straight to the point. ¡°In this short span of time, it will be difficult for me to make you believe, so Valkries will be responsible for answering your queries.¡± ¡°That is for the best.¡± Valkries gave Roland a profound look. ¡°I have many questions for her myself.¡± Following that, Nightmare Lord gave an account of how she entered the Dream World and everything that she encountered, without mentioning anything about the Western Front. Silent Disaster more or less understood her experience after getting lost in the Realm of Mind, but it was merely an understanding. As everything was still too inconceivable, she found it hard to understand how a powerless human male was able to gain the favor of the Realm of Mind. ¡°So¡­ this is where the human¡¯s new legacy comes from?¡± Silent Disaster found difficulty in opening her mouth. ¡°You can say that,¡± Roland answered. ¡°But I would like to treat this place as a complete world of its own, and like ours, it faces the incoming threat from God, a world on the brink of crisis.¡± She was unwilling to put her trust in humans, but there were things that were the truth, for example the Realm of Mind domain being called the Dream World. As she looked out of the window pane, she discovered the surprisingly large world outside that seemed endless. Ignoring the assumption on whether God would destroy the Dream World, just from the scope of the world, it was far larger than the King¡¯s Presiding Holy Sea. And the unidentified tools and decorative items¡ªeverything had their something unique about them and were unfathomably exquisite. The ability to employ so much effort on the objects showed how much strength the bottom rung of the society held. By borrowing this strength, it was no longer strange for the huge changes humans had revealed in the third Battle of Divine Will. Of course, Valkries was the most important aspect. Her scope and reasoning far surpasses mine, her not showing any signs of disagreement is itself a persuasion. But¡­ to have Serakkas absorb all the information in one seating was truly difficult. ¡°By the way, I wish to know what made Hackzord decide to get in touch with Valkries and not continue waiting?¡± Noticing Serakkas¡¯s prolonged silence, Roland took the initiative to ask. ¡°It isn¡¯t his style.¡± Silent Disaster looked at Valkries and only explained after seeing a nod. Roland was not surprised of the fact that Sky Lord had verified the existence of the Bottomless Land located at the north of the Land of Dawn, he had learned of the same information from Joan previously. Upon reflecting, it was rather logical for Hackzord to have validated the information. But the second piece of news was completely different. ¡°You¡¯re saying¡­ the Blackstone region has been overrun by Sky-sea Realm?¡± Valkries revealed a look of shock. ¡°Isn¡¯t that where our race¡¯s main defense force is deployed?¡± ¡°That¡¯s what the King said. I¡¯m not sure of the concrete details, but I heard from Mask that the enemy has undergone a huge evolution.¡± Chapter 1427 - Going Or Staying Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Can you give me more details?¡± Roland inquired. ¡°There¡¯s nothing else.¡± Silent Disaster was obviously guarded against the human king. ¡°You have little knowledge towards the Sky-sea Realm, even if I explained, you wouldn¡¯t understand.¡± ¡°That might be so in the past, but it is different now. Graycastle¡¯s Western Region has undergone attacks from demonic beasts, and there were traces of Sky-sea Realm within them.¡± Roland did not care about Silent Disaster¡¯s tone and narrated the encounter with the Skeleton Monster in detail. ¡°This is our first time encountering it away from the sea.¡± ¡°Tell him what he wants to know,¡± Valkries said slowly. ¡°Regardless, it is better than having the human¡¯s legacy shard falling into the hands of Sky-sea Realm.¡± ¡°If you put it that way¡­¡± Serakkas nodded her head helplessly. ¡°Listen well, human. The thing that you saw is called a Nest Mother, they are the nucleus to the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s ability to expand. They do not wield fighting capabilities, but are able to control many subordinates to fight for them¡ª¡± ¡°Like a brain?¡± ¡°You can say that, but do not interrupt me again,¡± Silent Disaster replied impatiently. ¡°These creatures are much more ancient than you think, and might have already existed since the beginning of time¡ªBut time, no matter how long, has few effects on it. Their form and abilities barely change, until recently in the past few months¡­¡± After her explanation, Roland roughly understood the reason for the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s sudden change. According to the demons, they were able to evolve as well, but not unlike the regular evolution of ability, the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s every new transformation involved its entire race. For example, the nest was the nest and the blade was the blade. There were no outstanding individuals like the humans or demons, where everybody was an independent entity. It might be because of this trait that their evolution was extremely slow and required a few centuries to see the change in them. But the most recent change proved that they were completely wrong. No one was sure on how many evolutions the Sky-sea Realm had undergone in the past few months. The only confirmation was the exponential growth in strength. For example, the blade beasts were previously mere hunters for the Nest Mother. As long as they were locked in place, even Mad Demons were capable of destroying them. But not only had they grown several times in size, their strength, endurance, and reaction speed had greatly increased. Their claws which were abundant with magic power even posed a threat to Senior Demons. Although a higher ascendant was capable of killing a blade beast with ease in a direct confrontation, the issue laid in the fact that the evolution was universal. It could be compared to having a single Witch being awakened as a Transcendent, evoking all the other Witches to turn into Transcendents as well. As long as there were a sufficient number of them, the change in quantity would result in a qualitative change. The demons which were barely maintaining the defense line was no longer capable of resisting the invasion of Sky-sea Realm as countless enemies crawled out from the ocean and inundated the battlefield like a roaring tidal wave. It forced the King to do the unthinkable¡ªgive up on the Blackstone region. It was bad news for Roland. If the demons were truly unable to hold their ground, it gave the humans a new pressure¡ªthe attack on the Western Region was merely the beginning. ¡°Human, I suggest for you to move your legacy shard.¡± Silent Disaster advised. ¡°With your current strength, it is difficult to fight against the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s large army. Valkries is right, we cannot allow the Sky-sea Realm to seize the legacy shard.¡± ¡°I have no plans to hand it over to them.¡± Roland shrugged his shoulders. ¡°Aside from that¡­ Don¡¯t you find their moment of evolution quite a coincidence?¡± ¡°Oh?¡± Valkries raised a leg and crossed it over the other. ¡°Tell me more about it.¡± ¡°The Blackstone region has always been fighting against Sky-sea Realm, so your estimation of their evolution should not deviate too far from that. And three to four months ago was when the Oracle ambushed Zero.¡± ¡°You suspect that the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s substantial evolution is linked to God?¡± ¡°Just a guess.¡± Roland answered solemnly. ¡°But there is one thing I¡¯m worried about¡­ Has your race ever communicated with Sky-sea Realm before?¡± Valkries expression gradually turned serious. ¡°I guess not, right? But all other participants in the Battle of Divine Will have interacted with each other before.¡± Roland spoke unhurriedly. The humans and demons have interacted before in Cloud School. And the destroyed underground civilization had once ¡®communicated¡¯ with the Witch Organization, which resulted in the God¡¯s Punishment Army plan. He believed that the other party likely had similar experiences as well, and this could be seen from the Nightmare Lord¡¯s expression. The only exception was the Sky-sea Realm. History had not left any documents or materials pertaining to them. If the reason for it was humanity¡¯s inability to step into the deep ocean, it was extremely strange for the demons to have the same experience with Sky-sea Realm. After all, interaction and communication was a trait to civilization, even if it was a hostile relationship. And from the looks of it, Sky-sea Realm was a silent warrior apart from the three races. With this train of thought, the reason behind the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s evolution would cause people to tremble with fear. ¡°What do you plan to do?¡± Valkries asked. ¡°To head to the Bottomless Land before everything becomes irrecoverable.¡± Roland looked at the two. ¡°I hope that you can stop your attack on humans and focus on defeating the Sky-sea Realm.¡± ¡°That¡¯s impossible,¡± Silent Disaster immediately refuted. ¡°Firstly, ignoring the fact that the Divine Will and God are mere claims of yours, the current Commander of the Western Front is Mask, and all the Symbiotic Demons are under his control. Also¡­¡± ¡°Also what?¡± Serakkas did not reply immediately but maintained her silence for a moment. ¡°I want to talk to Valkries alone.¡± ¡°Phew¡­¡± Roland sighed. ¡°Fine, but don¡¯t forget the time.¡± ¡­ Silent Disaster followed Valkries out of the door and walked to the side of the apartment corridor. Standing there, an indescribable and majestic city appeared. All the rectangular and gray skyscrapers were in abundance and no less inferior to the Birth Towers, but their numbers were several orders of magnitude more. The buildings followed along the intersecting roads that seemed to extend forever without an end, where even the Deity of Gods would never be able to accommodate such lofty buildings. This impact stifled Silent Disaster. Previously, a single glance into the city had shaken Serakkas to her core, but the scene she saw upon walking out of the building far surpassed her imagination. What was even more inconceivable was the number of figures walking in the middle of the city. They were neither magic power wielders who were sucked in, nor were they rigid creatures formed by the domain. That was the largest difference between the Dream World and the Presiding Holy Sea. No wonder that human calls this a ¡®world.¡¯ ¡°Here would be fine.¡± Valkries stopped. Her words broke Silent Disaster¡¯s train of thought. She gathered her focus and calmed herself before speaking, ¡°There are other magic power wielders in the room!¡± ¡°Yes, I know. They are Witches,¡± Valkries replied indifferently. ¡°¡­¡± Her reaction came unexpected to Serakkas. ¡°You¡­ knew?¡± ¡°I even talked to them while waiting for you; although they don¡¯t really like me.¡± Nightmare Lord nodded. ¡°Their main goal is to protect Roland, but he don¡¯t really need protecting. It is just to put everyone at ease.¡± Even a Transcendent would never relax in front of a Senior Lord, much less a normal human? Silent Disaster discovered that this truth was far more shocking than the farce of the Battle of Divine Will. ¡°What else could it be? If he was that easily dealt with, I would had done so already.¡± Valkries stopped at this point, as though feeling somewhat regretful. ¡°Of course¡­ That¡¯s my thought at the beginning.¡± ¡°The Witches didn¡¯t follow us.¡± Serakkas grabbed her hands. ¡°Tell me, how can I bring you out of this Realm of Mind?¡± Valkries looked at her for a moment before shaking her head. ¡°Didn¡¯t you realize it? I can no longer leave this place.¡± ¡°No, if I can come in, you can definitely get out. Right! If I bring your body along¡­¡± Nightmare Lord extended her hand upwards and brushed her hair away. This action caused Silent Disaster to widen her eyes. ¡°Lord Valkries¡­ your magic stone¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m different from you now, and different from the Witches.¡± Valkries did not refute the formal address. ¡°If our race loses the magic stone, the only outcome is death. But not me¡ªit might be related to the way I entered the Dream World. Now, I am already a part of this world, and no longer able to return with you.¡± Chapter 1428 - Criteria For Balance Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°¡­¡± Serakkas stared at her quietly for a long time before speaking. ¡°If that man named Roland Wimbledon dies¡­¡± ¡°I think I will no longer exist.¡± Valrkies answer came without any baggage. ¡°But compared to the entire race, my life isn¡¯t worth mentioning. If killing him would ensure the survivability of our race, you must not hesitate to do so.¡± Silent Disaster did not continue on this topic. She turned her head and looked down the noisy streets below. There were not only humans but a few figures that were akin to Junior Demons. They shuttled through the crowd back and forth and merged into one body. Regardless of how one looked at it, the scene was fascinating. After a while, she asked another question. ¡°Do you trust that male human?¡± ¡°To be honest, the term belief is too weak a thing when it concerns the existence of the race.¡± Valkries leaned over the railing slightly. ¡°Even though you¡¯re the one negotiating, I am unable to act just purely on belief. But he was right on one thing, trust is the foundation of change. Without this foundation, we might take decades or even more than a century to change the inherent nature of this Battle of Divine Will, and the cost of it will be too big a price for the race to bear. So regardless of whether we do it or not, the answer will never be appropriate.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°By the current looks of it, he is definitely working towards stopping the entire Battle of Divine Will, and everything he tells me regarding the battlefield has been true. By comprehensively considering all these aspects, this bit of trust is not an excessive request.¡± Nightmare Lord spoke gently. ¡°Doubt and reason are two sides of a coin, the key is to find a balance.¡± ¡®Balance¡¯ huh¡­ Silent Disaster repeated the word to herself. ¡°Then what should I do next?¡± ¡°That depends on you¡­ As I said, you¡¯re already a qualified senior lord, I do not wish to influence your judgment.¡± ¡°Will I¡­ be able to see you here in the future?¡± Serakkas asked hesitantly. ¡°I can¡¯t say for sure.¡± Valkries shrugged. ¡°Roland once told me that he tried to save a Witch called Ashes. If the information the Oracle revealed was true, even if the body disappears, any one of us will have an opportunity to live so long as we leave a mark on the Realm of Mind. At least I am a lot more complete compared to the Witch floating in the Realm of Mind. By the way¡­¡± At this point, she extended both her hands and took down Serakkas¡¯ helmet. ¡°Considering the risks involved, we won¡¯t have many opportunities to meet like this, so don¡¯t wrap yourself up too tightly. I¡¯d prefer seeing your original self than the black armor.¡± ¡­ When the two returned, Roland could not help but raise an eyebrow. Despite knowing from Fishball¡¯s report of the stark difference between Silent Disaster¡¯s original appearance and her battle mode, seeing it for himself still took him by surprise. If not for him having mentally prepared himself, he would had found it difficult to link the ¡®female¡¯ demon to the hideous and bulky armor. ¡°You¡¯re done? What¡¯s the conclusion?¡± ¡°I have a question for you, human.¡± Serakkas spoke coldly. ¡°If the Battle of Divine Will is truly a lie, how certain are you in defeating God?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± This was a question Roland asked himself frequently. ¡°What is God, what is his goal, how should I fight God, whether or not I even have the opportunity to fight God, they are all unknown. Aside from that all, considering the abilities God has displayed to this point, none of us stand a chance, theoretically. But I believe that whatever the outcome, it is better than to sit and await death.¡± ¡°I do not care whether you live or die. Do not forget that Lord Valkries is still in your Realm of Mind domain. For her¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯ll have to live well, right?¡± ¡°It¡¯s good that you understand.¡± Serakkas glared at him. ¡°As for your request, I will need to consider it first before deciding.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t count on having results just from our first negotiation.¡± Roland nodded his head. ¡°At the very least, this is a breakthrough. We will continue using letters to communicate, since meeting like this exposes us to very huge risks. So long as the Western Front army continues to enter the realm of the Four Kingdoms, the war will not stop. Also¡­¡± He picked up a cup. ¡°Since it¡¯ll be a long time before we meet again, are you sure you won¡¯t take this drink?¡± ¡°Humph.¡± Serakkas picked up the drink from the table disdainfully and poured it into her mouth. She had seen many of such tricks¡ªno matter how disgusting the drink was, she would never cower back in fear in front of the enemy. When the mellow, rich, sweet, and pleasant experience flowed through her throat, the entire room disappeared and she returned to the forest. Silent Disaster subconsciously looked towards where Valkries was, only to see an empty patch of grass. The experience felt like a dream, with only a wisp of sweetness lingering in her mouth. ¡­ ¡°What took you so long?¡± Seeing Silent Disaster, Hackzord immediately opened multiple Distortion Doors without hesitation and pulled her over ten kilometers away before questioning her. Hackzord assumed that she would have left upon obtaining the letter. ¡°They didn¡¯t give me a letter.¡± Silent Disaster looked distracted. ¡°What?¡± Sky Lord frowned. ¡°Was it a trap?¡± ¡°No, I saw Valkries.¡± Hackzord almost missed his footing and nearly fell from the sky. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°Valkries is indeed residing in the Realm of Mind; you were right,¡± Silent Disaster answered. ¡°But she is relying on the King of Graycastle, the wielder of the legacy shard.¡± After listening to Serakkas¡¯ account and returning to the Deity of Gods, Hackzord sank into extreme confusion. The huge volume of information had practically caused a block in his brain. Although he had anticipated the location of Valkries, he had never thought that the humans would be in so deep, and in some sense, the Nightmare Lord had already formed a collaboration with them. If this information was leaked out, it was enough to change nearly a thousand years of history for the race, and cause them to stand against the King. Attempt to convince the King? Hackzord immediately dispelled that thought. He was no longer willing to enter the Presiding Holy Sea. If the King had an inkling of what he was doing, he would never have the opportunity to even refuse. Stand by Valkries side? In fact, the Nightmare Lord was once a candidate to be King¡ªessentially, the disparity between the King and the Senior Lords laid not in their abilities. One had to pay a price to be King, and the price depended on the individual¡¯s choice. Thus, the intent was not obstructed by any honor or dignity, the only thing that made him hesitate was humanity. Ignoring the suspicion that the Battle of Divine Will was a lie, the legacy shards were proven to be able to upgrade an entire race. The humans were able to improve rapidly with some unknown legacy, and if they were to improve further, what would happen to the race? This doubt made it difficult for him to make a decision. But what Hackzord failed to notice was that while he was immersed in the pool and racking his brains, Silent Disaster had silently left the Red Mist pool with her helmet and sword. Chapter 1429 - Surpassing the Limit Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Deity of Gods, beneath the Birth Tower. This was the core region of the city with countless Red Mist deposits which were in the form of crystallized scarlet lakes that completely submerged the God¡¯s Stone mine. In a sense, they were the ¡°Origin of Magic¡± created by the race. Not only did this strengthen the Birth Tower¡¯s conversion abilities, it was an indispensable location to nurture powerful magic stones. This promoted continuous growth and upgrades amongst the demons and was where upgrade ceremonies were mostly held. Although it was possible that every city had slight differences between the lakes, the structure at the bottom of every single lake was roughly the same. While passing through the ceremony square, Silent Disaster stopped for a moment. Gazing at the familiar scene, it was as though she could hear countless people chanting the name ¡®Charita¡¯ as she slowly walked forward dressed in a white gown. ¡­ But from the way the Red Mist dispersed across the stone slabs, it was apparent that this place had not been used for quite a period of time. Ever since the race began extensively using the underground civilization¡¯s Symbiosis technology, the upgrade ceremony for Primal Demons were replaced. All Primal Demons chosen through an initial filter had a higher probability of being upgraded, increasing the number of Junior Demons and forming the present backbone of the race¡¯s fighting force. The one that spearheaded the technique was Senior Lord Mask, Nassaupelle. He asserted that so long as they continued the research, the upgrade and large scale nurturing would not only be limited to Junior Demons but to higher ascendants as well. Although countless expressed their doubts¡ªbelieving that not only did this go against ancient tradition but it also endangered the stability of the race¡ªthe King actually gave his fullest support. Even though there was an increased probability of an upgrade to strengthen the race, the flaws were apparent as well. In the past few centuries, the number of Junior Demons had multiplied tens of times, but the numbers upgraded to a higher realm and produced through a ceremony was countable with one hand. Furthermore, not a single senior lord had appeared. If higher ascendant and senior lords could be birthed by magic stones in the future, it proved that the divine square which had witnessed endless glory would turn unnecessary¡­ Serakkas sighed and repressed the endless thoughts that streamed into her head. Memories implied hesitation, and hesitation would bring about flaws. She had to dispel such a thing. Passing the square, she walked into the tower situated at the center of the wall. Upon being seen, the Junior Demon guards lowered their heads in respect. In what was a nearly unimpeded path, Silent Disaster found her targeted source of magic power in the control room. ¡°You have something to see me about?¡± Nassaupelle appeared to be focused on adjusting the structure of the magic power core, as he asked without turning his head. She unsheathed her sword. Serakkas stepped leaped forward at full force and thrust her sword straight at Mask¡ª This was her first attack ever since her recovery, an attack that encompassed all her strength! All the senior lords knew that Mask was not adept at battle, but Serakkas knew that it was only true on a fair battlefield. Outside, she wouldn¡¯t feel any fear even if she faced against ten Masks. Be it magic power or his physical strength, she greatly surpassed his. There was no need to even mention the experience and instinct she gained from tens of thousands of life and death battles. But this was not outside. Even the slowest of beasts would be able to turn its lair into a cave filled with secrets to induce fear into others, and the target was Nassaupelle. Since the uprising of the Deity of Gods to arriving at the Dawn Region, there was sufficient time for him to turn the entire lower region into his territory. In other words, Serakkas was never in a fair battlefield right from the beginning. Her instincts told her that Nassaupelle could not be underestimated! The distance of ten steps passed in a flash as she used her maximum speed to transform the blade into a cold gleam of light. Following the shockwave induced by her speed, her sword stabbed into Nassaupelle¡¯s body. The latter produced a startled and pained roar that instantly seem to awaken the entire room. Countless stone needles shot out from all directions and sealed Silent Disaster¡¯s path of retreat. She was forced to withdraw her sword and retreat rapidly while activating an impenetrable barrier of blades around her. As stone needles flew straight at her, the resounding collisions lingered on for a short while! ¡°You¡­ What is the meaning of this!¡± Nassaupelle held his wound and roared. Silent Disaster raised her weapon again and initiated her second attack. The first strike did not feel as though she had stabbed into a living thing, but instead into a pile of greasy metal. She vaguely realized that the other party was in the midst of transforming himself into another species, but regardless of his ultimate form, he would no longer be able to integrate well with the race. Realizing that he wasn¡¯t getting a reply, Mask waved his hand and caused the surrounding walls to rumble, revealing Symbiotic Demons hidden within the pile of flesh. At the same time, a peculiar shaped Symbiote scuttled out. The latter opened a carapace and expanded twice its size. The two connected together and turned into a deformed monster. Could this be the latest Symbiotic Demon? Serakkas threw her sword without hesitation, her perfect aim allowing the sword to pass through the cracks within the connecting Symbiotic Demons and accurately into Mask¡¯s rapidly closing carapace. This caused half of his body to be exposed. Serakkas unleashed her power, producing gold lightning to appear and engulfed the entire control room! Under the flashing lights, the stone needle symbiotic demons were instantly paralyzed, along with the new symbiotic demon¡ªThe sword became the target of her power as a large amount of magic power shot into the sword, causing Mask to unleash an ear-piercing shriek! With sparks flying in every direction, Serakkas leaped towards the falling Symbiotic Demon and grabbed onto the scorching hot sword. She used the momentum of the drop to plunge the weapon deeper in. The scream stopped abruptly as the blade sliced upwards, from Mask¡¯s chest to his head, splitting his entire body into half. ¡°Plop.¡± A mask that had been split into two from Nassaupelle¡¯s head slid down and fell to the ground. ¡°22¡­ seconds.¡± He turned his head slowly and spoke with what remained of his face. ¡°¡­ Are those your last words?¡± Serakkas pulled out her bloodied weapon. ¡°The humans¡¯¡­ unit of time is not bad, I will¡­ make use of it.¡± Mask spoke in a staccato manner. ¡°And this¡­ is the time the Symbiotic Demons managed to fend you off for. Heh¡­ I thought it would have been longer.¡± ¡°Battles that brings me closer to death allows me to break through,¡± Silent Disaster replied emotionlessly. ¡°Compared to the the past me prior to being heavily injured, the current me is even stronger. It is a pity that you and your creations will never be able to gain enlightenment on this.¡± ¡°That is why¡­ I hate uncertainty.¡± Mask¡¯s voice gradually became deeper. ¡°But, uncertainty signifies the inability to replicate¡­ so long as I have more time, I will definitely be able to surpass¡­ the limitations of our race¡­¡± ¡°There will be no future.¡± ¡°How¡­ are you so certain?¡± The only complete face on Mask revealed a strange smile. ¡°Do you still remember¡­ my words? In the face of knowledge, even the strongest physical body¡­ is nothing¡­¡± Serakkas suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of danger! ¡°Right, let me¡­ gift you something,¡± Mask whispered. ¡°It was something I found amongst the humans¡­ you should recognize it.¡± As soon as he finished speaking, the Symbiotic Demon that had linked with him opened its carapace once more, revealing the layers of cysts enveloped within. The cysts were filled with human explosives! He actually dares to bring such a thing into the Birth Tower? What¡­ what is he planning to do with that? Serakkas¡¯s expression changed. Even before she had the time to retreat, a dazzling red light filled her entire vision! A huge fireball spewed out from the center tower following a sonorous boom. The flaming ball quickly swelled into a semi-circular light. Under the glaring light, a bright and resplendent reflection appeared on the lake. When the ball of fire exploded, the city beneath trembled, the intense shockwave caused walls to fall and debris plunged into the Red Mist lake, producing even more thunderous explosions! After the exhaustion of the explosion, emptiness took the place of the Red Mist lake as high temperatures caused the remaining Red Mist to escape. The emptiness could not be filled, leaving all the Primal and Junior Demons in the region to struggle helplessly as they choked to death staring at the Birth Tower. But Serakkas did not feel any heat or pain. At this distance, the explosion would have been strengthened with the support of the Red Mist, and the domineering shockwave should had been able to rip her to shreds¡ª She gradually lowered her arm which she had held up to protect her body and opened her eyes. Hackzord had his hand extended forward with a large Distortion Door in front of him. Everywhere around them that was not protected by the Distortion Door had been vaporized, and the entire area had been razed to the ground. Chapter 1430 - The Irrecoverable Situation Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°What have you done!?¡± Sky Lord roared. If not for his realization that Silent Disaster had suddenly left and that he had not been late, not only would she have died, even he would have been caught in the catastrophe! Upon realizing that if the other side of the Distortion Door was to another Red Mist Pond, or if he had failed in opening a second Distortion Door, Hackzord felt cold sweat stream down his back. But the situation was nowhere optimistic. It didn¡¯t matter if Mask survived; the King was bound to find out. Even if he had nothing to do with the incident, it did not mean he was completely blameless. So long as the King requested to view his memories, he would no doubt be placed in an extremely passive situation! This made him incensed. Back when Silent Disaster refused to help him, he figured that she was being calm and rational. He never expected that Serakkas¡¯s attitude would undergo such a drastic change after meeting Valkries. No, she is still calm and rational, that was why she left silently, and did not explain anything to me prior¡ªShe knew I would have stopped her! ¡°Once Plan B is activated, the situation would be irredeemable, and the only way to stop it is by doing this.¡± Silent Disaster¡¯s tone did not change, as though she did not care about her narrow escape from death. ¡°Who said that this is the only way? If you calm yourself down and think about it¡­¡± Hackzord¡¯s voice grew softer as he spoke. Is there really a better way? A solution to prevent Mask from finding out or prevent the King from being aware of the situation and to maintain the Deity of Gods the way it was might exist¡­ but what about time? In fact, without mentioning tactics that required a great deal of effort, he had not even steeled his resolve on his choice. Did she¡­ see through me? Hackzord¡¯s lips quivered for a moment, but chose to change the subject at the final moment. ¡°Why?¡± Serakkas looked at him and waited for him to question her further. ¡°By doing so, we are completely standing against the King and the other senior lords will see us as enemies. Additionally¡­¡± Sky Lord paused for a second. ¡°The humans might not spare us.¡± ¡°Because of balance.¡± Serakkas replied simply. ¡°Balance?¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t difficult for me to make a decision.¡± She turned and walked out of the room¡ªor what was left of the room, which was half a wall and a door on the verge of collapse. ¡°We can ponder about the other things slowly, but I am unable to allow Valkries to die like that.¡± What kind of answer is that¡­ ¡°Are you trying to say that Valkries is more important than the fate of our race?¡± Hackzord¡¯s tone became solemn. ¡°I do not believe this is her idea. Are you sure you saw the real Nightmare Lord, and not a scam designed by the humans?¡± ¡°No, she told me that sacrificing her didn¡¯t matter for the race¡¯s cause,¡± Serakkas answered calmly. ¡°This was my decision.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Sky Lord was at a loss for words. The situation had just turned thorny. Suddenly, an oppressive humming sound rumbled over their heads; yet, it sounded like it came from beneath their feet, or from somewhere even deeper! Under the incessant rumbling, the Deity of Gods actually trembled! ¡°This¡ª What¡¯s going on?¡± Hackzord looked down at the Red Mist lake at the bottom of the pit, only to see the crystallized lake boiling up, as though something was on the verge of coming out. At the same time, the Birth Tower in the middle of the lake suddenly emitted a faint glow! He had never witnessed such a bizarre scene over the past few centuries. An even more inconceivable scene appeared before him¡ªthe magic power cores that he thought had exploded actually bloomed with a dazzling blue light and slowly rose out of the lake towards the Birth Tower. It was something he was extremely familiar with; although it had an extremely ingenious structure, it was the underground civilization¡¯s only object capable of altering magic power. Despite its prowess, the structure itself was weak and could be broken with one hand, and was never known to that resilient. The explosion before had destroyed even the main tower, so how did the magic power core survive and drop into the lake? Serakkas¡¯s expression changed as well. She drew her sword and suddenly ran out and mustered all her strength to throw her sword out! The sword transformed into a stream of light that accurately struck one of the cores. But the latter did not break, or even move. As though striking something firm, the sword tumbled in ricochet and plunged into the lake. ¡°How is that¡­¡± Serakkas muttered to herself. Once the core got close to the Birth Tower, a belt of light appeared between the two, as though forming an ensemble It was the same for the other cores to the point of having four distinct light belts forming. The four cores began revolving around the Birth Tower, boosting the tower¡¯s emitted light to its peak! ¡°Bang¡ª¡± The trembling amplified multiple folds, causing dust and debris to fall. Countless structures at the periphery of the pit crumbled into the lake, with the tower in the center clearly in the worst possible shape, its walls continuously groaning and cracking as cracks started spreading along the tower wall. Amidst the intense swaying, Hackzord felt clear weighted down, as though something was pressing him to the ground. The Deity of Gods was rising! ¡°Damn it, wasn¡¯t it decided that the plan will only activate when the King arrives at the Fertile Plains?¡± Hackzord gritted his teeth. ¡°How is it possible that it is making preparations so ahead of schedule?¡± Serakkas sensed something amiss, as though everything had been planned beforehand. ¡°Could it be¡­¡± Hackzord stared at Silent Disaster for a moment before pulling her into the Distortion Door and back into the lowest level of the Red Mist Pond. ¡°Remove your armor!¡± ¡°¡­¡± Serakkas stared at him in suspicion, but did as he instructed. Sky Lord retrieved the multi-colored magic stone and placed it before his eyes. He noticed an almost invisible ¡®thread¡¯ that had mixed into the beam of light produced by Serakkas, so fine that it would have been missed if not for his meticulous observation. ¡°Don¡¯t move!¡± Hackzord extended two fingers and stabbed Silent Disaster¡¯s shoulder. The latter frowned, but did not stop him. Very quickly, he grabbed onto a blob of flesh. Upon its separation from its host, the blob of flesh stopped squirming. ¡°Nassaupelle¡ª¡± Silent Disaster clenched her fists tightly! Without a doubt, Mask had actually implanted such a thing into her while she was unconscious, and yet she had never felt a thing! ¡°That was how he knew of our conversation, and even¡­ your meeting with Valkries.¡± Hackzord threw the flesh onto the ground and squashed it to pieces. ¡°With that, it explains how he was able to prepare for everything.¡± Serakkas ignored the wound on her shoulder and walked out of the door. ¡°Wait, where are you going?¡± ¡°To destroy the magic power cores!¡± ¡°It¡¯s too late!¡± Hackzord roared. ¡°You¡¯ve seen it for yourself, the cores are already resonating with the Birth Tower, what can you do alone?¡± After being improved and becoming an ensemble with the Birth Tower, the cores probably could not be damaged in any way even if they combined all their strengths together, much less have an effect from throwing a sword. Even if a miracle occurred, the eventual outcome would be the loss of control of the Deity of Gods and causing it to plunge from the sky! He had already seen the worst-case scenario. ¡°Inform the human that Valkries is relying on. Tell him to leave the continent immediately and avoid the disaster from the impact. That is the only thing we can do now.¡± Chapter 1431 - Born For War Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Come on. One, two, three¡­¡± ¡°To your recovery, cheers!¡± Inside the living quarters of the Sleeping Spell, a small celebration was underway. Looking at Dusk¡¯s happy smile, Balshan helplessly raised her glass. As partners, Dusk would visit her often, completely paying no heed to her own situation. Back on the Sleeping Island, she knew for certain that she would never have cared so much for a Combat Witch. The mixture of guilt and being moved made her feel as though she paled in comparison to Dusk. Even though Balshan knew that Dusk would never think of such a thing. But when her gaze landed on the other person, her expression turned nasty. ¡°Why are you here?¡± Charms confidently downed an entire glass of wine. ¡°I was the one who brought this red wine; why can¡¯t I be here?¡± ¡°Why does it sound like we can¡¯t get to drink without you?¡± Balshan rolled her eyes. ¡°Neverwinter has many pubs, we can get it from anywhere.¡± ¡°A pity, His Majesty announced that the Western Region is in a state of war and all alcohol are controlled commodities, you can¡¯t get it just because you want it.¡± Charms shrugged. ¡°So you should be thanking me, I stole them out of my old man¡¯s storage.¡± State of war, huh¡­ Balshan suddenly lost her interest to bicker. Even while recuperating in bed, she was able to sense the tense atmosphere in Neverwinter. The first inklings came from the frequent news regarding the developing grounds from the weekly reports that increased to two to three prints a week. It included reports on the frontline along with emergency recruitment articles and missing people notices. According to the newspaper, although the defense line was regaining their foothold and pushing the flames of war out of the developing grounds, the price paid to do so had been huge. Once the grasslands, farms, and settlements that were built up through difficult times were destroyed, the chances of the missing workers surviving would undoubtedly be slim. The most obvious and direct impact were the drop in eggs and meat for lunch, with bread becoming the main staple. Of course, they were on much better terms compared to the other cities. At the very least, they were able to fill their stomachs. The second was the streets. Everyday, she would see many new soldiers in uniform moving through the streets, with residents and family standing by the sides to send them off. Excitement and nervousness could be seen from their faces, along with reluctance and worry. From a cursory look of the numbers, the number of soldiers recruited to the Fertile Plains was definitely not trivial and on a completely different level compared to the recruitment for the knightage and the Judgment Army. This was war. For the continuity of the race, thousands upon thousands of men fought with everything they had under the support of a civilization population tens or hundred times their numbers. Compared to them, the battles she had experienced as a Combat Witch was simply too insignificant¡­ Her choice to move to the Fertile Plains with Dusk previously was based on her unwillingness to bump into people she knew. But after the destruction of the developing grounds, she was once again banished back to the state of a ¡®useless person.¡¯ ¡°Hey, why are you silent all of a sudden?¡± Sensing no ridicule from Balshan, Charms couldn¡¯t help but be taken aback. He scratched the back of his head and stole a glance at Dusk. ¡°Did I say something wrong?¡± ¡°Dusk don¡¯t know.¡± Dusk stuck her tongue out. ¡°But Dusk knows that the person who sys something wrong must drink three more glasses!¡± ¡°Hey¡­ are you drunk¡­¡± ¡°No, Dusk is not, this is only the second glass, Dusk is fine!¡± ¡°Knock. Knock. Knock¡­¡± Right then, a series of loud knocks on the door broke Balshan¡¯s train of thoughts. ¡°Coming!¡± Dusk immediately jumped up and headed over to open the door. ¡°Eh¡­ Lord Camilla?¡± By the door was the Chief Butler of Sleeping Island, Camilla Dary. She swept the room with her eyes and walked over to the other two. ¡°Seems like you¡¯ve overstayed your visiting time.¡± Balshan forced a smile. ¡°Lady Dary detests people who don¡¯t abide by the time; it¡¯ll be difficult for you to come here the next time.¡± ¡°How is that¡­ I¡¯m keeping track of the time, it hasn¡¯t even been half hour¡­¡± Charms replied meekly. Right when Balshan was about to retort, Camilla walked past Charms and stood in front of her. ¡°The Witch Union has announced a new recruitment geared towards the Witches in Graycastle.¡± The Chief Butler got right to the point. ¡°At the moment, we have a headcount of about fifty slots, with priority given to those who have combat experience. I feel that you might be more suitable, so I came to specially ask you.¡± Balshan was stunned and took her a long time to grasp the meaning behind Camilla¡¯s word. Mass recruitment, priority given to those with combat experience¡ªcould it be that this was related to the war? But if that were true, why not have any requirements on the recruits¡¯ powers? ¡°You¡¯ve guessed right.¡± Seemingly having seen through her doubts, Camilla spoke up. ¡°The Witch Union is building a unique task force meant to support the frontline, specifically to assist the main force as a response to an even more difficult battle. I am unable to reveal the specifics, but you should know the risks involved on the battlefield, so the choice depends on you. Of course¡­ although it isn¡¯t much in relation to powers, it doesn¡¯t mean that you¡¯ll be chosen upon responding to the recruitment. In the end, the result will depend on¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯ll go,¡± Balshan replied immediately. There was nothing to hesitate about! Or rather, she had waited too long for this day to come. ¡°Then¡­ follow me.¡± Camilla turned to the side to make way. ¡°Hey, are you really thinking of going to the frontlines?¡± While passing Charms, he asked her with a hint of worry in his voice. ¡°What¡¯s this? I thought you would be cheering out loud.¡± Balshan smirked. ¡°This way, you can date Dusk without a worry.¡± ¡°I¡­¡± His mouth opened wide as though he wanted to say something, but seeing Balshan¡¯s back, Charms ultimately didn¡¯t complete his sentence. ¡­ A day later, Balshan arrived at the Misty Forest on train. The person in charge changed from Camilla to an unknown lady named Isabella, who was responsible for the selection and coaching. For an unknown reason, Balshan had a baffling feeling as though she knew her despite it being their first encounter. And the other surprising thing was the number or recruits was far more than she had anticipated. Not only were there witches from the Sleeping Spell, but many from the Witch Union had come. In the short half hour journey, she got to know Vanilla, Amy, Hero, etc. Aside from that, she recognized a few familiar figures among the crowd, for example, Iffy and Nightfall from the Bloodfang Association. It appeared as though they were also eager to prove their value on the battlefield. With Isabella¡¯s guiding them, the witches walked into a factory building after disembarking from the train. Upon entering, everyone were instantly captivated by a metallic object in the middle of the empty space. It resembled a ¡®car,¡¯ with the wheels being the most obvious parts. But the difference between it and the cars in Neverwinter was that there were five wheels on each side of the all-metal vehicle, with some sort of bound iron panels beneath them, wrapping the wheels together. The appearance of the vehicle was extremely unique. Balshan immediately recognized the vehicle. It was somewhat similar to the machine used to excavate and plough the land for agriculture purposes¡­ That¡¯s right, it was called the tractor or something. But compared to the tractor, there were many more iron lumps especially for the upper layer. As though sealed tightly with metal plates, the top resembled a fort¡¯s control tower with an obvious metal cannon sticking out at the center. One glance was enough to tell everyone that it was a weapon born for war. Chapter 1432 - Hunter-Killer Fire Control Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°All of you should be aware that our city is being under siege!¡± Isabella clapped her hands to gather everyone¡¯s attention. ¡°But the enemy isn¡¯t comprised of mere demonic beasts for behind these mutated animals lies an enemy not inferior to the demons. According to reliable sources, their assault on us will only grow fiercer and fiercer, at an ever-increasing scale, until they completely annihilate us!¡± ¡°Of course, Neverwinter and the First Army will never allow them to recklessly intrude on the last bastion of human territory. But I have to stress that taking down visible enemies is easy, but the invisible ones are truly dangerous ones. This isn¡¯t some exaggeration, but the truth¡ª¡± At this point, she indicated to a few soldiers that lifted apart a large sackcloth. ¡°Awh¡ª¡ª¡± Everyone instantly inhaled in surprise. Balshan was not an exception. She was captivated by the metal monstrosity the instant she entered the factory, and completely missed the large, gray sackcloth in front of her. Underneath the cloth was a strange monster! Its body was partially erect, its height already close to two meters tall. It had a pair of scythe-like blades that remained suspended in air, as though they were about to pounce at them at any moment. But after a careful examination, they discovered many wounds on its body, with a cut the width of a thumb that extended from its chest to its abdomen, a marvel that it had not fallen apart. Balshan realized that the monster was already dead. ¡°The monster before you is what I call the ¡®invisible enemy,¡¯¡± Isabella introduced. ¡°While in motion, its entire body would blend into its surrounding, and will look as though it has disappeared. To kill it, the First Army had to sacrifice over 30 lives, and this happened in broad daylight. If the enemy sends out more of these and if the battle occurs in the night, the consequences will be unthinkable!¡± ¡°At present, we are calling them blade beasts and have made confirmed sightings of five blade beasts on the developing grounds, with a large number of casualties recorded after every sighting. This one right here was a blade beast that was killed by splitting it into many pieces, and is a specimen reassembled by Summer. It is without a doubt the most important target we have to be wary about.¡± ¡°Then what can we do?¡± Amy raised her hand and asked. ¡°Good question.¡± Isabella nodded. ¡°Although the blade beast isn¡¯t a demon or a hybrid, it still possesses similarities¡ªmagic power. These monsters might be difficult to trace with the ordinary human eye, but to a witch that has gone through some training, they won¡¯t be able to hide. So the only thing you need to take away from here is how to use this¡ª¡± She retrieved two dazzling metal plates. ¡°Magic Stone sigils.¡± After listening to the detailed explanation, Balshan understood the goal of building this unique team. Between the two sigils, one was termed as ¡®Sigil of Screaming¡¯ and the other as ¡®Sigil of Resonance.¡¯ The former was used as a defensive measure against the demons, while the latter was mostly used for finding remains. But after being improved, they were the crux to defeating the blade beasts. The Sigil of Screaming had an effect that extended out two to three kilometers, mainly to let out an alarm upon detection of beings with magic power. Upon hearing the alarm, the Witches had to distinguish if it a result of blade beasts. Upon confirmation, they would use the Sigil of Resonance to lock onto the target. At this time, a ¡®line¡¯ would form between the target and the sigil which outlined the enemy. The humans would then direct their firepower according to the line and effectively suppress the enemy¡¯s movements. Although the principle sounded simple, the practical usage of the sigils was much more complicated. Firstly, the adjusted Sigil of Listening reacted to hybrids as well, leaving the Witches no choice but to rely on experience to distinguish between the sounds. Upon encountering a large demonic beast horde, the alarm would produce plenty of noise; therefore, the difficulty of detecting a single sound out of the mess was a feat itself. Next, the Sigil of Listening¡¯s senses would be impaired by various factors, including and not limited to hills, rocks, trees etc. Metals limited the Sigil greatly, with a single iron panel reducing its extent by a hundred meters. Therefore, the Sigil of Listening had to be placed in a spacious and empty position in the frontlines. Although the line produced by the Sigil of Resonance would not be obstructed by any objects, its biggest problem laid in the fact that only Witches could see the thread formed by magic power. Apart from that, if the target was not within their vision, they had no other methods of verifying the locked target. In other words, if they made the mistake and treated the hybrids as the main target, the Sigil of Resonance would not appear abnormal at all. ¡°I can provide guidance in the manipulation of the sigils, but am unable to teach you on how to protect yourselves,¡± Isabella stated. ¡°So His Majesty has arranged for an appropriate position for all of you, and that is to be tank captain! ¡°This metal war machine hailed as a tank is the latest invention of the Ministry of Industry. It boasts offensive and defensive capabilities, with the ability to retreat with relative ease if faced against the combined siege of hybrids, and the cannon on top is capable of destroying a group of enemies. As the Captain of the tank, you do not need to personally control this complicated machine and only need to direct the driver and the gunner. ¡°Of course, if necessary, you can assume control of the cannon and manage the firing. His Majesty has named this system the term of Hunter-killer Fire Control, with all of you being core to the system!¡± We are to direct and commandeer this behemoth¡­ Upon imagining the scene of how the machine would roll over the demonic beasts, an eagerness built up within Balshan¡¯s heart. ¡°In the following days, all of you will engage in training with the tankers of the First Army and understand the basic functions of the tank. But the most important task is to grasp the usage of Sigils and the method to differentiating enemies,¡± Isabella concluded. ¡°Time is of the essence and I hope that everyone of you will put in your greatest effort, eventually pass the selections, and become a member of Graycastle¡¯s First Armor unit!¡± ¡­ In the northern region of the Kingdom of Dawn. When Roland stepped out of Fran¡¯s body, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, especially the General Staff members. The expressions they had looked as though they were relieved of a heavy burden. Although the plan was proposed by the King himself, the specific details and implementation were drawn up by the General Staff. If anything happened to the King, it was impossible to escape the blame. The only exception was the Pearl of the Northern Region. Despite being part of the General Staff, she was the only one capable of interacting with Roland while maintaining her calm expression. ¡°How did the discussions go?¡± ¡°Smoother than anticipated,¡± Roland replied calmly. He had made the decision after discussing with Valkries that very day. However, there was the consideration of the high risks involved in entering the Dream World using conventional means, and the high uncertainty involved for both parties. Thus, he chose the most direct method to establish the meeting¡ªto pull the other party into the Dream World without informing them. The matter revealed that the thick stratum did not influence the pillar of light, and when both parties ¡®closed their eyes,¡¯ the Eye Demons were not engaged in the slightest. At that time, there were even a few God¡¯s Punishment Witches alongside him, so even in the off chance that Hackzord discovered his whereabouts, there would be no threat posed to him. But this method could not be used frequently, since once the demons returned, they would quickly realize that they were near the same hillside. If they made any preparations beforehand, the probability of getting caught would increase no matter how deep underground they were. ¡°If there are any new developments, the demons will contact us through letters.¡± Roland turned and informed Iron Axe. ¡°Leave a permanent team here and immediately report to me if there are any movements from them. Aside from that, they are still our enemies, especially the Monstrous Beast. Once they overstep the line, do not show mercy.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± The commander-in-chief nodded. It will take a long time before my next communication with the senior demon lord , Roland thought to himself. In the Dream World, he vaguely sensed that the relation between Valkries and the one named Serakkas was not ordinary. In the beginning, he felt rather regretful that the demon that retrieved the letter was not Hackzord. But now, from the looks of it, things had turned out better than expected. After all, the most crucial factor in this entire operation was trust. However, before Roland even managed to move from the northern region back to the City of Glow, he received two startling news in a mere two hours. Abnormalities were spotted on the Deity of Gods. According to the report, it was gradually ascending in altitude, and had already exceeded 300 meters of height. This appeared to go against the theory proposed by the General Staff with regards to the relation between the Deity of Gods¡¯s height and magic power consumption. The second being the spotting of senior demon lords again along the slope by Fishball¡¯s team. But this time, there were two. Chapter 1433 - The Three Big Wigs of the Western Front Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°You want to enter the Realm of Mind here?¡± Hackzord surveyed his surroundings, then cast his gaze to the ground beneath him. Silent Disaster nodded. ¡°I think that the male human will not come again.¡± He quietly conjured another Distortion Door the size of a finger behind him and reached into it¡ªonly to touch soil. ¡°And once the Deity of Gods starts its descent, it is irreversible. You¡¯re merely wasting time.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t wish to come, you can leave first.¡± Serakkas remained unmoved. ¡°If I leave, how are you going to leave?¡± Hackzord subtly rolled his eyes. You¡¯ve already made a move against Mask publicly, aren¡¯t you just deliberately being spiteful by saying this? The King is sure to have realized the Sky Lord¡¯s absence for the past few days, betraying his orders and not reporting the information they had, and causing incitement by reading the memories of this period¡­ The charges were clear as day. But Hackzord knew that staying by Silent Disaster¡¯s side increased his chances of survival in the event that the King dispatched other senior lords to deal with him. He opened another Distortion Door a hundred meters deeper, but was still met with soil. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter if I can leave. Furthermore¡­ you being out of ideas doesn¡¯t mean the same for Valkries.¡± Tsk, why don¡¯t you recall who was the one who thought of a way to find Valkries. ¡°What if she fails as well?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Silent Disaster did not reply. After 500 meters in, the other side of the Distortion Door opened up into a hole. Hackzord fine-tuned the direction and his fingers quickly touched a blob of viscous liquid. He immediately knew better. ¡°Have you ever considered grabbing the male human and leave by force?¡± Silent Disaster¡¯s gaze flickered but she quickly regained her calm. ¡°I might be able to bring him away, but it will be difficult to keep him alive. You and I know how weak humans are. Before verifying Valkries¡¯s location, I cannot take that risk.¡± ¡°Is that so¡­¡± Hackzord replied indifferently. Regardless, he could not leave her behind and be smashed by the Deity of Gods into smithereens. It was both for the race, and for himself. ¡°Someone¡¯s coming.¡± Silent Disaster turned. ¡°There¡¯s more than one of them.¡± Hackzord immediately opened a Distortion Door. Very quickly, three humans appeared on the hill, one of which being the soldier responsible for handling the letter in the previous encounter. Although there were a few more of them, they were unable to pose a threat to Silent Disaster. ¡°His Majesty agreed to your request for an audience.¡± The leader walked to them and got to the point. ¡°In a minute, the two of you will enter the Realm of Mind, but His Majesty has a condition.¡± From the looks of it, this human king isn¡¯t a complete coward for him to actually agree to Serakkas¡¯ request. ¡°What¡¯s the condition?¡± Hackzord asked. ¡°The two of you have to be separated before entering the Realm of Mind. And the non-Magic Slayer has to wear this¡ª¡± The human opened a box and took out a metal bracelet. On the bracelet was a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Rage immediately rose within Hackzord. He squinted his eyes and his tone of speech changed. ¡°What is the meaning of this, do you think that I will bind myself for you humans to slaughter me?¡± Although the leading soldier had fear on his face, he did not retreat. ¡°Magic power is considered a weapon; it is only conventional for one to disarm themselves at an important meeting. This isn¡¯t some sort of restraint. His Majesty believes that you have brought important information here, and have taken considerable risks to return. It is because of that that he does not want any accidents to happen.¡± ¡°And if I disagree?¡± ¡°You are free to leave, but you have to stay far away from this mountain before the next meeting,¡± the soldier insisted. ¡°Just do it; we don¡¯t have the time.¡± Silent Disaster turned to Hackzord. ¡°You can stay within your ability¡¯s radius just like the first time. I do not understand why you insist on following me here.¡± This person¡­ must I say it out for you to understand! Sky Lord was momentarily at a loss for words. He realized that Serakkass¡¯ rationality had cleared deteriorated after meeting with the Nightmare Lord and did not feel at ease leaving her alone. After finding out about everything, gaining the chance to meet Valkries and even eliminating the probability that it was all a trap laid out by the humans was definitely an extremely important matter. Whose side was she on now? Without waiting for Hackzord to negotiate further, Serakkas walked over to the side and closed her eyes, ready to enter a calm state of mind. Looking at the Deity of Gods that was constantly increasing in height, he felt dissatisfaction from the helplessness, and put on the bracelet. This object doesn¡¯t look difficult to break apart; the humans probably aren¡¯t hoping to hold me captive with this, but to stall for time in the event that I bring Silent Disaster underground. Hackzord turned to the other two male humans behind the soldier¡­ Despite being unarmed, Hackzord felt uneasy, feeling that they weren¡¯t easy to deal with. After a moment, Serakkas breathing calmed down. Is it coming¡­ Hackzord acted nonchalant as he raised his hand and placed the multi-colored magic stone that was disguised as a ring to his eye¡ª In that instant, a pillar of light as wide as a city wall appeared before him! The pillar of light was so large that he had to look in both directions to see the end. In that instant, he felt as though he had returned to the island in the Bottomless Land. This is¡­ the Realm of Mind domain that Silent Disaster mentioned to be as big as a city? He started to believe the words spoken by the humans. To wield such overwhelming ability, perhaps they truly had a method to unraveling the secrets behind the Battle of Divine Will. Hackzord took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes. ¡­ ¡°The matter has fallen to this state and Mask has activated Plan B ahead of time. With him prepared, I am unable to ascertain if he is alive or not.¡± When Sky Lord opened his eyes again, he realized that he was in a cramped house¡ªthe room was definitely not qualified to serve as a King¡¯s chamber. Silent Disaster seemed to be explaining the situation with Valkries seated before her. To once again see the mobile Nightmare Lord, Hackzord felt as though he was pulled back into the past. ¡°You¡¯re finally here.¡± Valkries nodded. ¡°Come, have a seat. The coffee is about to get cold.¡± After experiencing so many unimaginable things and yet be able to speak so casually, it definitely is her style¡­ It became the first meeting between the three senior lords since the start of the battle at the Western Front. It was undoubtedly a major event for the race. The only unqualified participant was the human seated next to Nightmare Lord. He had long heard of the human¡¯s name from Silent Disaster¡ªthe King of Graycastle, Roland. He was also the main reason for their repeated setbacks at the Western Front. But it was also because of him that the three were able to meet. This made Hackzord feel mixed emotions. He had met with countless deficiencies during the war, and yet didn¡¯t fail when it came to the meeting which implied betraying the King. It was truly ironic. He took a good look at Roland before taking a seat by Serakkas¡¯s side. The seat was extremely soft, almost allowing him to sink in, giving him a taste of the luxury a ruler had. Sky Lord also noticed the few empty paper cups on the table. Although he had entered the Realm of Mind less than a minute after Serakkas, it looked as though the three already had a long conversation. Coffee¡­ is that what Serakkas was yearning to drink? Strange, she shouldn¡¯t have any requests for any type of ¡®food¡¯ aside from the Red Mist. ¡°If I¡¯m right, the two of you should be extremely clear of the situation right now.¡± Hackzord suppressed his distracted thoughts and focused on the matter at hand. ¡°Personally, I do not agree with Silent Disaster¡¯s view because it will only waste the little time we have, but she insists on doing so.¡± At this time, he looked towards Nightmare Lord. ¡°Once the Deity of Gods descends, large areas of the human kingdom will be destroyed. The only possible way of surviving is to escape.¡± ¡°How much time do we have?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Not more than seven days,¡± Hackzord replied gravely. Chapter 1434 - Gambling on Fate Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Seven days¡­¡± Roland calculated the rate of ascension reported by Lightning in his mind, and realized that the end result far surpassed the category of it being a ¡®weapon.¡¯ ¡°Wait a minute, you plan to flatten the entire Fertile Plains?¡± This period of time was sufficient for the Deity of Gods to turn it into a disaster of apocalyptic proportions, much less destroying the entire plains. The effect of its descent would even severely impact the Land of Dawn and the Blackstone region. The drop of the floating island that had a diameter of tens of kilometers at an altitude of over ten thousand meters high was enough to form a shockwave that circled the planet several times over. It was so severe that it would lead to a change in the terrain and trigger earthquakes and tsunamis. Even the demons would find it difficult to escape such a level of disaster. If the Fertile Plains was smashed into a basin, causing a sea water to fill it, all life in the Land of Dawn would be exterminated. Where could they run to? With the Sky-sea Realm right on their heels, the demons¡¯ original plan was to seize the human territory to stall for time. Provided that this happened, it was basically a contradiction to their original goal. Hackzord looked at him in surprise. ¡°You¡¯re actually rather clear about the outcome of Plan B¡­ This saves me a lot of time explaining. Of course, the Deity of Gods will not continue to rise upwards all the time and should stop after two days. It will then move towards Graycastle. If Mask did not lie during his explanation of his plans, it will ultimately land near the sea¡ªThis way, it will destroy your kingdom but preserve the two other God¡¯s Stone mines.¡± It truly was a meticulous plan. Roland maintained a calm expression on the surface, but his heart had sunken to the bottom. When the two senior lords appeared the second time, he knew that something important had occurred, to the extent that he could not waste the time waiting for the letter. It was the reason why he took the risk to return to the hill. But who would have thought that the new information would be that terrible! Provided that Hackzord and Serakkas were willing to cooperate, destroying the core of the Deity of Gods was achievable. But the problem laid on the detonator installation for the nuclear weapon not being mass produced by the Ministry of Industry. Even with an abundance of raw materials, the assembly team required several weeks to assemble the parts. The last offshore nuclear test was a product the Ministry of Industry spent all its efforts to produce, while the new actual warhead had to be manufactured in Neverwinter¡¯s laboratory. Even if they rushed to manufacture the product, it couldn¡¯t be delivered to the Kingdom of Dawn right away. Taking a step back, even if he had not conducted the test at the Kingdom of Dawn and chose to build the nuclear weapon before transporting it right above the Deity of Gods, it still required a day¡ªwhich was enough for the floating island to gather enough height for a destructive force capable of destroying the majority of the Kingdom of Dawn. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you implement this right from the start? If you made use of one God¡¯s Stone mine, you would have been able to defeat the humans instead of waiting for this day.¡± ¡°What do you think the Deity of Gods is, some cabbage from your farms?¡± Hackzord replied sourly. ¡°Ignoring the difficulty of linking the magic power core and Birth Towers, just to have a sufficiently large God¡¯s Stone mine is rare enough. The reason for its ability to only rise for two days is because of the complete exhaustion of the God¡¯s Stone. Judging from the mine¡¯s stockpile in Hermes, it isn¡¯t even qualified to be part of Plan B.¡± So they are still limited by the consumption of magic power¡­ ¡°Since Mask is able to control it, others might be able to as well.¡± Roland¡¯s train of thoughts turned abruptly. ¡°Have you not made any attempts in this aspect?¡± ¡°Human, you are just wasting time!¡± Hackzord¡¯s tone obviously turned impatient. ¡°Even the underground civilization who were creators of the core apparatus isn¡¯t able to make this complicated thing mainstream. Although my race obtained its legacy, it doesn¡¯t mean that anybody wields such talent, much less you humans that have never even obtained a single legacy! Make use of the time now and run for your lives.¡± ¡°I am not going anywhere.¡± ¡°You¡ª!¡± Roland picked up his drink and repelled Sky Lord¡¯s furious glare. He revealed a smirk before speaking in a serious tone. ¡°Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn has a populace of a few million people. It is basically impossible to migrate them to the Fjords in such a short time. And without Neverwinter, humanity will not be able to resist the enemy from the Sky-sea Realm. Even if I survived alone, it¡¯s only a matter of time before the inevitable happens.¡± He paused for a moment. ¡°And do not forget¡ªas long as the Battle of Divine Will doesn¡¯t stop, no one can escape extinction. Is that the outcome you want?¡± ¡°What¡¯s the use of talking about this?¡± Hackzord replied disdainfully. ¡°If not for Valkries, I will never have spoken to you.¡± ¡°I cannot deny that this information is extremely crucial. For this, I should be thanking you,¡± Roland admitted. ¡°But you are not entirely right, having a legacy isn¡¯t limited to only obtaining a legacy shard.¡± ¡°¡­ What do you mean?¡± ¡°For example, Valkries is currently accepting the human¡¯s legacy.¡± He turned to Nightmare Lord. ¡°Am I right?¡± Valkries, who had maintained her silence the entire time, finally spoke up. ¡°I cannot deny that.¡± ¡°What kind of riddles are you getting at?¡± Sky Lord was obviously unhappy. ¡°Simply put, the real intention of the legacies is to accept everything of the other party, including its teaching, practices, collections, wisdom¡­ this itself is considered as inheriting a legacy,¡± Valkries said unhurriedly. ¡°In fact, you can understand it by viewing it from a different point of view. Legacies need not be obtained with the price of the extinction of the legacy holder; that is just the rule of God. I am not a human, but this doesn¡¯t obstruct me from learning and gaining their knowledge¡ªIn fact, while being in this Dream World, I have learned many things.¡± At this point, she turned back to Roland. ¡°You already knew of this long ago?¡± ¡°Not too long ago.¡± Roland nodded. ¡°But watching you use the cellphone proficiently to purchase products from the Cargarde Peninsula further proved my guess. Even if something terrible happened to me, the Witches who had once entered the Dream World, are able to bring this knowledge out to the other world.¡± ¡°Enough! What does this have to do with the Deity of Gods?¡± Hackzord bellowed. ¡°We humans did not obtain the underground civilization¡¯s legacy shard, but after studying the historical remains left behind, it is not impossible for us to revise the Deity of Gods¡¯ core instrument.¡± Roland spoke resolutely. ¡°In fact, The Union did research on this and as of today, there are a few witches that have grasped the relevant knowledge. I am unclear if they are able to successfully stop the magic power core, but compared to a mass evacuation or destruction of the obelisk high up in the air, this is undoubtedly worth a shot.¡± At long last, Sky Lord understood what Roland was getting at. ¡°¡­ Can the humans truly do this?¡± ¡°Although they look rather¡­ strange, they are undoubtedly members of the human race.¡± ¡°You are making a gamble on this.¡± ¡°No, this is us having no other choice.¡± Roland never had the thought of fleeing alone from the very beginning. ¡°I agree to this.¡± Valkries stated solemnly. ¡°The Bottomless Land has already been overrun by the Sky-sea Realm. King¡¯s City is continuously approaching, and there aren¡¯t enough troops. Heading to the Origin of Magic is only theoretic. Since the outcome cannot be any worse, it won¡¯t hurt taking a gamble.¡± Seeing that Nightmare Lord had spoken, Hackzord could only maintain his silence. ¡°If that is so, we should start discussing the plan needed to seize the Deity of Gods,¡± Roland said. Chapter 1435 - Capturing the Deity of Gods Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Two days later, the Deity of Gods finally reached its maximum height, almost 5000 meters above ground From a distance, it resembled a cone permanently fixed amongst the clouds, its downcast shadow blocking out a third of the Kingdom of Dawn, resulting in an earlier nightfall by several hours. If not for the prior preparations done by the higher-ups and the order passed down for the civilians to stay indoors, with martial law imposed on the various cities, just the sight of the Deity of the Gods would had caused social order to collapse. Following that, the Deity of Gods began moving towards Graycastle, the moving shadow outline formed a new distinct ¡®day and night line¡¯ for the people on the ground. Although Silent Disaster and Sky Lord were unable to operate the core apparatus, they were able to close the Red Mist valve, which could be considered the only good news. At the very least, they prevented the spillage of Red Mist everywhere. Besides monitoring the Deity of Gods, the Witch Union and Graycastle¡¯s Administrative Office did not stay idle. The alliance of both parties were able to transfer a magic power core and an operator up onto the floating island after traversing the majority of Graycastle in a short span of two days. Opening the sealed wooden crate, Roland saw Celine inside the temporary warehouse. ¡°Phew¡­ Although I don¡¯t have to breathe, the feeling of being transported in a narrow space felt terrible. ¡± She extended her tentacles, as though performing a large stretch. ¡°It was tough on you,¡± Roland replied earnestly. He knew how it felt to be sealed and be immobilized inside a wooden crate¡ªsuch an experience was enough for someone with claustrophobia to go crazy. If not for the urgency, they would have waited for the large aircrafts to be completed as a mode of transport and not agree to transporting this ancient witch using such a method. ¡°Compared to the things we suffered in the past, this little discomfort is nothing.¡±Celine looked to her left and right. ¡°Come to think of it, it is even more surprising that we are actually collaborating with the demons, Your Majesty.¡± She lowered her main tentacles and consciously suppressed her voice to the lowest. ¡°Are you sure of this? They are heartless and merciless enemies; cheating and lying is considered ordinary to them. To be honest, if this idea didn¡¯t come from you, Alethea would have never agreed to this.¡± ¡°Relax, I know what I¡¯m doing,¡± Roland used his consciousness and replied seriously. ¡°The Deity of Gods absolutely cannot fall onto the Four Kingdoms, we cannot bear such a loss.¡± ¡°To choose the lesser of two evils, this is something the Three Chiefs had to frequently do.¡± Celine¡¯s voice suddenly turned more gentle. ¡°I believe in your judgment.¡± ¡°Fortunately, the one to operate this apparatus isn¡¯t Alethea.¡± Roland laughed bitterly. ¡°Otherwise I would be in for a huge headache.¡± ¡°That is where you are wrong.¡± Celine smiled. ¡°After learning of the matter, she was definitely furious, but the person who stuffed me into the crate was none other than her.¡± Roland was surprised, and warm emotions surged in his heart. ¡°Alright, where is the Senior Demon you spoke of? I can¡¯t wait to go up the floating city.¡± ¡°Erm¡­¡± Her reaction was out of his expectations. ¡°You really want to go up there?¡± ¡°Of course! It is a new opportunity to study a brand new core! To utilize the God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation to control magic power and transform it into a powerful buoyant force, the thought of it thrills me!¡± Celine¡¯s emotions took a huge turn.¡°And that is a Demon city, a city! One has to understand that in the entire history of the Battle of Divine Will, no one has ever attacked a Demon City, much less occupy one!¡± ¡°Fine, what you said is indeed very reasonable¡­¡± Roland turned and walked towards the corner of the warehouse. ¡°Follow me.¡± After passing through a unique door, Hackzord and Serakkas appeared in the middle of the room waiting for the mission to begin. They were surrounded by 10 God¡¯s Punishment Witches and both parties were constantly eyeing each other¡ªalthough it was a collaboration, both parties could never be at ease with the other. ¡°This¡­¡± The moment he saw Celine, Hackzord raised an eyebrow in surprise. ¡°The carrier body of the underground civilization? A Witch merged with it?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve never tried it before?¡± Roland asked out of curiosity. ¡°Only Nassaupelle has the interest and joy in turning himself into a monster.¡± Sky Lord did not seem to put much thought into the question. ¡°Since you¡¯re ready, let¡¯s begin.¡± ¡°We have gone through the details for this mission. For everyone¡¯s sake, I will once again repeat the major procedures.¡± Roland glanced around. ¡°The core to controlling the Deity of Gods is situated at the lowest level of the obelisk which is filled with Red Mist, so the main force to enter will be God¡¯s Punishment Witches and the First Army. There lies the possibility of enemies there, mainly the Symbiotic Demons, or the Monstrous Beasts, so do not advance prematurely. The First Army will establish defense positions at crucial points and wait for the area to be declared safe before we go near the core. The main task of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches is to protect Celine. I will leave it to the both of you.¡± His eyes stopped at Phyllis and Zooey. The two bowed in unison. ¡°Yes.¡± According to Hackzord, the early implementation of Plan B meant that over ten thousands of Inferior Demons and thousands of Mad Demons were left stranded on the floating island. They took orders from senior lords and did not form any obstruction. As for the senior demons that took orders from Mask, they were ¡®convinced¡¯ by Silent Disaster. The only ones that were uncontrollable were the Monstrous Beasts that were created. Despite Hackzord¡¯s early closure of the main nesting grounds doors, no one knew how many were left to guard the city. ¡°In that case¡­ move out!¡± Roland gave the order. Hackzord snapped his fingers, instantly conjuring a dark screen of magic power that opened behind him while leaking red mist. The two senior lords disappeared through the Distortion Door first. They were then followed by the God¡¯s Punishment Witches and Celine. Soon after, the doors of the warehouses opened as a thousand soldiers fully equipped with all sorts of equipment entered the Distortion Door. Operation City Capture had officially begun! ¡­ ¡°So this is¡­ the interior of the demon city¡­¡± Celine gasped. It was her first time stepping into the enemy¡¯s core region, and also the closest she had been to the obelisk. Despite knowing its immense size, the close proximity caused shocks to reverberate through her. Especially when they were situated at the bottom of the large pit, where the large obelisk had protruded out of the Red Mist Lake like a pillar that touched the heavens. ¡°What do you plan to do?¡± Phyllis looked around cautiously and voiced out. ¡°We have to first sense where the control core is.¡± She looked at the magic power cores revolving around the obelisk above her. ¡°The core apparatus can transmute all sorts of abilities, so we have to try using ¡®balance¡¯ or ¡®observation¡¯ to find out if it works.¡± ¡°Measurement? Isn¡¯t that the name of the magic stone?¡± ¡°In some sense, the magic power core and magic stones are the same thing; the largest difference lies in the complexity and scale. In fact, after seeing Isabella¡¯s research notes, I think that they aren¡¯t much different from Witches. In essence, we all use the same method to activate magic power.¡± Phyllis remained silent for a moment, then changed the topic. ¡°What happens after a connection is established?¡± ¡°Once connected, I can take the next step to analyze the demon core¡¯s composition, just like how we use magic stones to analyze a Witch¡¯s abilities. His Majesty requests for this entire floating island to land smoothly then we can achieve that by slowing this thing down. This will be much easier than creating a new ability.¡± ¡°Miss Phyllis and Miss Celine.¡± Brian walked over. ¡°The First Army has laid out its defenses, the next step is up to you.¡± Celine nodded with her main tentacle and raised up the magic power core she brought along. Very quickly, the core blossomed with a resplendent blue light and gradually floated in midair. A thin line appeared silently and pointed straight to the obelisk¡ªthe peculiar sight attracted everyone¡¯s attention. It was like a suspended thread above the Red Mist Lake that looked as though it had been there the entire time, only to have revealed itself then. Chapter 1436 - Super Ego Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡­ The connection process went smoother than anticipated. After adjusting the core, Celine ¡®saw¡¯ the interior of the obelisk¡ªor rather, the entire control system. With the four magic power cores and the bottom of the obelisk as the parent body, it formed an intricate system. Magic power oscillated back and forth and emitted harmonized ripples. After a moment of mulling things over, she gained a new understanding of the system: the four cores utilized different abilities to maintain their revolutions around the Deity of Gods, and the one controlling them was the parent body located at the bottom of the obelisk. But that was not entirely accurate as well. One could tell when observing the flow of magic power¡ªthe parent body only had one function of transforming magic power, similar to the operating levers on the Fire of Heaven. The levers activated a few gears, valves or wire ropes, all of which were well designed components with the crucial point being the simplification of the complicated process. Typically, it took Celine a great deal of time, much less to control four at once. However, after experiencing the inconceivable simplistic transformation, it seemed possible. She hated to admit it, but the demon Nassaupelle who had thought of the system was truly a genius. Ignoring the replication of an exact same system, if not for the knowledge bestowed by Roland from the Dream World, she might not even be able to understand the system. This gave rise to her suspicions. The Union had once examined the records of a parent body and discovered that they were either a variant demon or a Chaos Beast birthed from a magic stone. Since it was a living creature, the Union believed that it had it was sentient and would undoubtedly hinder the control. How was it that the senior lord was able to transform it into a complete ¡®tool¡¯ capable of only taking orders? Aside from that, Celine discovered from the intricate system that the obelisk itself was not important, and functioned more as a receiver and amplifier. As a crucial object that the demons depended on to survive, yet not part of the Deity of Gods, it was completely different from what she assumed the obelisk to be. With her strong sense of curiosity, Celine extended her perceptive tentacle onto the parent body. In that instant, an inconceivable image appeared before her¡ª ¡°Oh my god¡­¡± She could not help but exclaim in surprise. It was actually a large ¡®network.¡¯ Within the large network composed of brightly lit lines, there were many twinkling nodes. Celine realized that they were the demon cities and more concentrated towards the large continent facing the Land of Dawn¡ªBlackstone Region! Celine also discovered many more dim nodes that were scattered outside of the network, akin to lusterless pearls. What shocked Celine even more was the familiar sense she had within the parent body. There were no obstruction upon entry, as though this place was not a frequently visited place. A carrier! Celine quickly reacted! That¡¯s right, although it was a type of demon, the changes within it had made it somewhat similar to a carrier. It no longer had its own consciousness and only kept its basic instincts, the most crucial aspects to be a ¡®controllable hub!¡¯ There was no doubt that the technique was related to the underground civilization. So that¡¯s how this is operating¡­ Mixed emotions rose within Celine¡ªa mix of the excitement of discovering new technology and realizing the merciless intent behind it. By relying on a destroyed race¡¯s technology, the Union was able to implement a transformation plan for the ¡®God¡¯s Punishment Witches.¡¯ And as inheritors of the legacy shard, how could the demons not make use of it? Reality proved that their technology was far ahead compared to the Union. The only thing she was incapable of understanding was that the altercation was done to allow the control of more core apparatuses which would result in an astonishing result. Aside from the Deity of Gods, the other cities did not require going this far. After all, the undertaking was filled with risk, much less mentioning the ¡®transformed¡¯ having its consciousness stripped. The parent body was responsible for the growth of the obelisk, holding a high importance amongst the demons, and thus wielding a substantial position. But she noticed that the parent body that represented other city nodes had more or less been remodeled and were turning into receptacles, which went against conventional reasoning. Does the King not care about the lives of the demons? ¡°Done admiring?¡± An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded out from behind her. Celine jumped in fright and quickly ¡®turned back,¡¯ only to see a grotesque demon in front of her. It did not have an appearance that resembled a humanoid senior demon¡ªits lower body was like a worm while its upper body had more than five pairs of arms that with hands of various shapes. The most conspicuous part was its head that resembled a deformed pillar with multiple masks hanging around it. That was when Celine discovered she was actually able to turn through her consciousness! Unknowingly, she was no longer a floating spirit, but a form that had mass. ¡°I never thought that a second entity had the ability to enter this place aside from me.¡± The other entity¡¯s voice was brimming with admiration. ¡°It seems like you and I are the same; we have abandoned our original shells and are no longer bound by any rules, all for the sake of seeking knowledge and the truth! How is it, are you satisfied with my work?¡± There was no longer a need to ask, the demon in front of her was obviously the Senior Lord Mask, Nassaupelle. ¡°Why am I able to see my own form¡­ what did you do?¡± ¡°You should be able to guess.¡± Mask extended his arms complacently. ¡°Doesn¡¯t this resemble the Realm of Mind?¡± Celine¡¯s expression changed. ¡°Could it be that you¡ª¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, this is the ¡®Realm of Mind¡¯ that I¡¯ve created!¡± He released a laughter composed of multiple voices. ¡°Why so we need to seek talent in the Origin of Magic? Why are people able to casually enter and exit on a whim, but so difficult for others to interact with it? What I hate the most is those born with extraordinary gifts.¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t right.¡± Celine calmed herself down and thought back to her companions¡¯ recounts of the Dream World. ¡°If you want to see yourself, all you need is a mirror. The Realm of Mind can accurately realize thousands of living beings. But there¡¯s nothing here aside from a large network of light. And most importantly¡­ What I¡¯m seeing is the concept of a carrier, and not the real me!¡± ¡°Heh, what¡¯s so bad about being a carrier? If not for this body, you would not be able to control the magic power core.¡± Mask snorted. ¡°The Realm of Mind is just a name; no one is able to dictate what it should be¡ªalthough this is ultimately still a prototype. As for what I have accomplished, isn¡¯t it obvious from a glance?¡± He walked towards Celine and ¡®passed through¡¯ her. ¡°It is absolving the shackles of a shell and became an existence that transcends everything!¡± Celine gaped in shock. ¡°There are limits to every body. There¡¯s isn¡¯t a perfect body in this world! Since that is so, why should I continue walking down this hopeless path? Do you see this network?¡± Mask¡¯s voice became higher and higher. ¡°Through it, I am everywhere, a body that is stronger than anything. Once it expands to a certain degree, I will be able to exist at multiple places at once, or in other words, the ability to create an unlimited ¡®me!¡¯¡± ¡°With all of my clones, I can head to the most dangerous of places, engage in the most dangerous of experiments, and nothing will prohibit me from discovering all the mysteries of this world! You should know what this entails!¡± Nassaupelle raised all of his hands in excitement. ¡°All emotions, experiences, and knowledge shall belong to me. The efficiency of absorbing all of this knowledge will definitely induce a new evolution in me. There isn¡¯t a need for talent or magic stones. Isn¡¯t this the ideal goal that all beings that thirst for knowledge yearn for!?¡± This guy¡­ is crazy. She finally understood the reason for the alterations on the other parent bodies that had not become not Deity of Gods. It wasn¡¯t the intent of the demon king. But things done secretly by Mask. ¡°Seems like you realized it too.¡± Nassaupelle took off a mask from his face and revealed a female face. That corners of the rigid face curled up. ¡°Upon leaving the Realm of Mind, all senior lords are nothing. And the King¡­ he was unable to discover this despite being in his Presiding Holy Sea, that is the difference between me and him. They are too reliant on their abilities¡­ but you will not have the chance of bringing this information out. Stay here, and become part of me.¡± When he finished his words, the four cores suddenly stopped revolving. Chapter 1437 - Silver Lining Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°No, stop¡ª!¡± Celine screamed in shock! Once the magic power¡¯s circulation was stopped, the Deity of Gods would become a dead mountain incapable of flight! ¡°This is my ability,¡± Nassaupelle replied indifferently. ¡°Although my body isn¡¯t here, I am able to control the magic power core through the network from a distance. It did not exist in the beginning, but a construct that I worked on piece by piece after gaining the legacy. It does not require the support of talent, and will not vary from person to person. Although this network isn¡¯t comparable to the Realm of Mind now, but what about a century or a millennium later? You have to understand that I, having broken free of the shackles of a body, no longer lack time.¡± ¡°Rumble¡­¡± When the cores came to a stop, the interior of the Deity of Gods started trembling. The soldiers garrisoned at the plaza stumbled along with the trembles and many were caught off guard and fell directly to the ground. ¡°The Deity of Gods is dropping from a high altitude!¡± Silent Disaster said solemnly. ¡°Damn it, what¡¯s going on?¡± Hackzord turned and roared at Celine. ¡°Hey, Witch! Answer me!¡± ¡°Mask is interfering with the core instrument, we need to break his connection!¡± Celine shouted multiple times but realized that the other party was unable to ¡®hear¡¯ her consciousness. She was able to sense the changes in the outside world, but had lost the ability to communicate with them, as though a transparent glass wall had isolated her from them. ¡°Your spirit is within the parent body and the carrier body outside is just an empty shell now, how can they possibly hear your warnings?¡± Mask said with glee. ¡°And why do you think that it will be easy to break my connection¡­ In my race, the position this parent body holds is similar to that of the King and the senior lords. Not only is its magic power on par with them, its body is equally as strong. Not to mention the thick Red Mist above it. It will not be easy to try and kill it. And without the spirit of the parent body, how will you control the core instrument? That is why the outcome cannot be changed.¡± ¡°There are millions of lives still in the city, are you planning to bury them as well?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t understand how a Witch from the Union is actually feeling sympathy for demons.¡± Nassaupelle ridiculed. ¡°Regardless, they have chosen to side with that traitor, Hackzord, so they deserve death. As for the Symbiotic Demons, although it is a waste for them to be killed alongside the Deity of Gods, I just need to spend a bit of time to produce more of them. If you are thinking of ways to make me change my mind, you best have a reason that is far more convincing than that. There isn¡¯t much time left for those lowlifes outside.¡± This monster¡­ how did he know that I¡¯m from the Union? Celine was completely shocked, but she did not have the luxury of time to ponder about the minor details. ¡°This is a God¡¯s Stone mine! If the floating island falls to the ground and crashes, Hermes and Graycastle¡¯s Western borders will be affected, are you sure that the King will not punish you for your actions?¡± ¡°Sky Lord actually went into so much detail¡­¡± Nassaupelle appeared not in the least bit concerned. ¡°But the priority for destroying humans is higher; the King will definitely understand my plight. Since there are traitors amongst the senior lords, it is impossible not to pay a small price.¡± ¡°A small price? The God¡¯s Stone mine is fundamental for the Red Mist towers! Without sufficient Red Mist, you are incapable of establishing a foothold on the Fertile Plains, how are you going to fight against the incoming Sky-sea Realm?¡± ¡°This reason is far more substantial than your previous one.¡± Mask did not confirm or deny anything. ¡°But you have overlooked two things. Firstly, the Symbiotic Demons¡¯ demand for Red Mist is far less than Primal and Junior Demons. And even if we are short in supply, they will not harbor any complains. Secondly, I have confidence in you humans¡­¡± ¡°Confidence¡­ what do you mean?¡± Celine gritted her teeth and asked. ¡°I underestimated Ursrook¡¯s capability previously. Humans might be slow in the development of magic power, but they have astonishing achievements in other aspects. I have complete confidence that if I obtain your legacy and merge it with my techniques, dealing with Sky-sea Realm will not be a difficult task. In other words, even without the two God¡¯s Stone mine, I can still win the Battle of Divine Will.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Celine realized that the demon would not change his mind regardless of what she said. He had been toying with her right from the beginning. Just like how a hunter toyed with his prey. Sensing that she could no longer send any messages out, Celine decided to rely on herself to stop the disaster! ¡°See, you no longer have time.¡± Nassaupelle gazed into the distance. Once the magic power supporting the Deity of Gods completely disappeared, the slow descent would gradually turn into a true fall. In that situation, even the soldiers would no longer be able to stand and could only attempt to stay fixed on the ground by laying prone. ¡°It is said that when a large mass falls, the living things standing on it will fly along with it. I wonder if I will be able to witness such a scene?¡± How can I reactivate the core? Celine forced herself to focus, knowing that Mask was not on the Deity of Gods and was only connected through the ¡®network¡¯. If I can expel him from it, I can restore the magic power core back to normal! She attempted to probe the four cores with her perception, but instantly encountered a backlash! It was an extremely complicated mix of cyclones. Every single Instrument of Divine Retribution were equally matched in terms of their patterns, and with their mutual influence on each other, they formed extremely dense magic power cyclones. Just analyzing a single cyclone would require too much time, much less analyzing all four of them! ¡°This is true art¡­ is it not?¡± Nassaupelle increased the image of the cyclones, forming a grand ¡®starry cyclone¡¯ structure to appear above their heads, wherein magic power interweaved with each other and dazzled brightly. ¡°I have spent close to a century to calculate this, with two thirds of my brains constantly working on the relevant problems. The other senior lords think of me as a monster¡­ It is truly laughable; if I had not transformed my own body and absorbed more brains, how could I realize all of this?¡± Seeing the intricate cyclone of stars, Celine felt a trace of despair. At the same time, she sensed that Mask was making use of her focus on the cores to corrode her body. But Celine didn¡¯t have the time and effort to resist; if she was unable to change anything, the Union¡­ as well as humanity¡¯s hope would be destroyed. At that point, what difference would being taken over by someone else matter? Quick, think of a way! The image of Roland appeared in her head. It was this man that brought hope back to the Taquila survivors from the impossible¡­ But very quickly, she overruled this thought. Mask¡¯s network was completely different from the Realm of Mind; it was impossible for her to receive the King¡¯s help. How can I analyze the stars? Thinking back when she was transforming the core instrument into the Instrument of Divine Retribution, what had she done? An idea flashed through her mind! She turned her head towards the ¡®network¡¯ abruptly. It was a technology created using the underground civilization¡¯s legacy, and those gray dots were magic cores that had not been assimilated by the magic power core. Neverwinter has those cores as well! Since Celine was able to connect to the Deity of Gods¡¯s central hub using the core instrument, it meant that other cores were also capable of achieving the same thing. Of course, distance was an issue, but by reverse engineering, she could make use of the central hub to initiate contact with the other cores. What if Pasha and Alethea appeared to help her? No, they will not be of any use¡­ There was only one person she could count on! The person was one of the Three Chiefs who had helped her through the calculations of the core. Lady Eleanor. Celine did not have the time to consider the probability of Eleanor¡¯s central carrier having lost her consciousness and the fact that she might not respond at all. This thought was like a silver lining. Regardless of the result, she decided to grasp the opportunity! She focused her attention onto the obelisk¡ª This time, she did not engage in analysis and only increased the amount of magic power! ¡°What are you trying to do?¡± Nassaupelle continued to corrode her consciousness as he asked leisurely. ¡°Are you trying to expand the scope of the network? You don¡¯t understand¡­ all the carriers or parent bodies that do not have spirits will not undergo any changes. Even the King has to merge with the magic power core first to control the astonishing amount of power¡­¡± ¡°Is that so? Coincidentally, I do know of a such a person!¡± Celine gave it her all and released her consciousness out through the network. ¡°Adjust the core and turn it into balance!¡± In that instant, the obelisk unleashed an undetectable hum, the violent magic power undulations caused the entire network to flicker as though it was on the verge of being extinguished. Except for a single bright light that moved towards the west. Chapter 1438 - Not Alone Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Graycastle, Neverwinter. Astrologer of Dispersion Star worked as usual, computing the design manuscripts sent by the Ministry of Industry alongside his companions. It was a seemingly never-ending job; yet, it was surprisingly fulfilling¡ªunlike observing the stars, they were able to calculate every outcome, determine the direction of the design, and ultimately yield foreseeable results. Although he frequently used the new astronomical telescope while idle, he had placed more attention on the Arithmetic Academy over the past two years. The more he calculated, the greater his appreciation of Roland¡¯s words¡ª¡¯employing numbers to describe everything.¡¯ Astrologers did not have much knowledge on the manufacturing process, but all the curves and lines portrayed by those numbers looked extremely coordinated with the majority of outcomes predetermined. It was a fantastic yet bizarre connection between the two and at times, even he wasn¡¯t so sure himself. Was it the creations which determined the numbers, or vice versa? If we have a certain degree of grasp over this knowledge, is it possible that we would not even require material objects and be able to determine the properties of an unknown object with just a string of numbers and formulas? This was the wonderful association that made him look forward to new discoveries every day. ¡°Research Project 26¡¯s computation has yielded 3475, far exceeding the margin.¡± His assistant carefully pressed on the calculation machine before reporting. The machine was extremely rare and personally crafted by Anna. With less than 10 sets in Neverwinter, they were all allocated to the Administrative Office and Arithmetic Academy. Astrologer of Dispersion Star nodded his head. As he lifted his pen and was about to record it down, the light above his head suddenly flickered. The light bulb buzzed, as though a malfunction had occurred. Everyone stopped everything they were doing and waited for the illumination to return to normal. ¡°Crash!¡± A crisp sound came from the room next door immediately following that, sounding like something had fallen to the ground. The astrologer frowned; he knew that important instruments used by the ancient witches were kept in that room. After the repeated warnings for the apprentices to pay extra attention when cleaning that room, why were they still so careless? Unexpectedly, the culprit quickly ran out of the room and rushed to him in fear and panic. ¡°My, my lord! The skeleton is floating!¡± ¡°What?¡± Astrologer of Dispersion Star frowned and rushed towards the door, only to widen his eyes in shock. The skeleton that was originally enclosed securely had completely dispersed, as though changing its own form with a radiance blossoming from its center. It looked like it had awoken from a deep slumber! How could this be possible!? Only a few were aware of the existence of carriers¡ªaside from the blob-shaped ancient witches, no one was able to use the magical objects. They were the ones responsible for the dark tunnel under the Arithmetic Academy to the central carrier, and it was for this reason that the Arithmetic Academy had such objects. The brilliance did not sustain for long. After about thirty seconds, the skeleton returned back to its sealed state and fell to the ground slowly. ¡°My lord, I was just using a wet cloth to wipe the dust from its surface; I swear that I did nothing else!¡± the apprentice tried to explain himself in panic. ¡°This has nothing to do with you; you may leave,¡± Astrologer of Dispersion Star feigned a calm expression and instructed the apprentice. When the door closed, he took out a unique key from his robes. It was the only method to head down into the tunnel. There were more than one blob-shaped ancient witch, but the one beneath was different. Rumor had it was that she had no consciousness and only had the ability to answer questions; therefore, it was required for her to be chained and shackled to prevent unexpected accidents. The astrologer was not unfamiliar with her, for she had contributed greatly in verifying computations previously. But he never forgot Lady Pasha¡¯s warnings. Upon being awakened, the carrier¡¯s body held strength capable of tearing any humans to shreds. He had to ensure that what had just happened was not because of her. What shocked him was that the central carrier had not left its original position, but had gone completely limp, with its tentacles twisted together, devoid of any signs of life. No¡­ how did this happen¡­ Astrologer of Dispersion Star knew that the problem and solution was completely beyond him. He quickly turned and ran to the surface, while shouting at the top of his lungs. ¡°Someone, hurry to the castle and inform Lady Scroll!¡± ¡­ The brilliance that appeared quickly dissipated and the illuminated gray dot sustained for a few seconds and immediately died out, like a temporary flame. Did I¡­ fail? Celine stared at the network, speechless. In that instant, she had clearly formed a connection with the magic power core, but why did the light die out? Her original plan was to form an equilibrium and connect the two ends to allow Lady Eleanor to analyze the four instruments, but her hope had turned evanescent like bubbles. When she made another attempt, she found it difficult to gather her focus¡ªMask¡¯s intrusion into her consciousness had started to show its effects. ¡°Without the support of the God¡¯s Stone mine, the network cannot last too long¡­ It ultimately requires magic power to operate; otherwise, why do you think I would allow those magic cores to drift away?¡± Nassaupelle shrugged. ¡°Although incomprehensible, your determination is laudable. I will be accepting your spirit and consciousness.¡± ¡°I cannot allow that.¡± Suddenly, a third voice appeared in that space of consciousness. Celine was startled. The voice sounded familiar; it had an indescribable sense of familiarity mixed with a tinge of unfamiliarity. She turned her head only to see a lady standing silently behind Nassaupelle. Her long hair reached her ankles, her brows were exquisite like a painting, and her pair of gray eyes had a hint of languidness. She looked extremely similar to the other two of the Three Chiefs. ¡°Lady¡­ Eleanor!¡± Celine blurted out. She could hardly believe her own eyes! After 400 odd years, she was once again looking at the creator of the Union. ¡°You must be Celine? I remember your voice. And this is undoubtedly a senior demon¡­¡± Eleanor looked around. ¡°Where is this? A new spirit vessel?¡± ¡°I will tell you everything later, but we don¡¯t have the time for that now!¡± Celine urged anxiously. ¡°Please, help me to activate the magic power cores and drive this demon out! Otherwise it will all be too late!¡± ¡°Hahaha¡­ Hahahaha¡­¡± Mask laughed out loud. ¡°I was wondering what you had done. Who would have known that you would be sending me a gift! Is this female specimen strong? A pity that I do not own a physical body, so fighting capabilities are useless here. As to figuring out the four cores, that is even more hilarious, in terms of computational¡ª¡± Halfway through, Nassaupelle¡¯s smile froze. He clearly noticed the stellar bodies above his head was changing, from a few light blobs that appeared suddenly, followed by the quick expansion of an area like a river receiving a large influx of water from a reversed waterfall. This resulted in the suppression of the revolution of the stars, and forced them to spin in a counterclockwise direction instead. Under the two intertwining powers, the four magic power cores blossomed with dazzling lights again! The reinstated Deity of Gods instantly entered a steep decrease in speed, the dissipating Red Mist was quickly pulled back in, and the crystal which had liquefied into a boiling liquid and surged to the surface of the Red Mist Lake had solidified into a crystallized body once more. The sudden change of gravity made it impossible for the First Army to move as they were pressed to the ground. ¡°Who exactly are you!?¡± Nassaupelle roared in astonishment. ¡°How is this possible with a single person?! How are you able to understand the composition of the magic power revolutions alone so quickly?!¡± ¡°It¡¯s true that it¡¯s impossible to achieve this with one person.¡± Eleanor looked upwards and extended her hands, as though interacting with the majestic magic power that surrounded them. ¡°But I am not alone¡­¡± With a loud bang, the surrounding lights died out, along with the other nodes on the network, leaving only the blob of light representing the Deity of Gods that started to flicker. Celine realized that the connection between the control hub and the ¡®network¡¯ had been broken. Chapter 1439 - The Last of the Three Chiefs Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The endless humming within the space suddenly quietened down. It felt as though the two ladies had separated themselves from everything else. Celine almost shed tears just by looking at the lady standing before her despite their corporeal bodies having long lost the ability to cry. She yearned to step forward to hug her, but halfway through extending her tentacles forward, she saw her crude and unsightly tentacles and stopped. But the other party took the initiative to step closer and took her tentacles into her hand without hesitation. ¡°It isn¡¯t my first time seeing a carrier, so what are you ashamed of?¡± Just as it had been in the past, her intonation remained amiable. The familiar voice and appearance made it no longer possible for Celine to control her emotions. She spread out all her tentacles and pulled Eleanor into an embrace. ¡°Are you able to explain the entire story to me now?¡± the other party asked with a laugh. ¡°My Lady, can you tell me of the situation outside first?¡± Celine only remembered her mission after calming down. The space of consciousness still existed, which meant that the Deity of Gods had not crashed to the ground as planned by the enemy. However, she still needed to hear it first hand that nothing bad had happened beyond the space of consciousness. ¡°Although it¡¯s still descending, its speed should have reached a safe range before crashing to the ground,¡± Eleanor explained and paused. ¡°Come to think of it, is this an object built by the demons? I see many God¡¯s Punishment Witches. Are we already able to launch an assault on siege an enemy¡¯s city? So in the end, Alice still¡­ succeeded¡­¡± Celine was finally relieved. ¡°About that¡­ I¡¯m afraid that the situation isn¡¯t as you imagine it to be, and explaining all of it would take some time.¡± ¡°A consciousness exchange is most suitable for lengthy reports.¡± Eleanor sighed.¡°Come, I am prepared.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Celine nodded her main tentacle. ¡°I will start from the time after you successfully merged with the central carrier¡­¡± ¡­ The recount took a long time before it was completed. ¡°¡­ I see.¡± Eleanor spoke once again, emotions apparent in her voice. ¡°In the end, it was not Alice or Natalia who won, but the humans having actually formed a new system. However, I¡¯m very curious. Was such an extraordinary person truly produced from among the ordinary humans?¡± ¡°It took us a long time before we accepted that. It was Agatha who used to recruit ordinary humans that adapted quickly to the circumstances. If not for her creating the ties, I¡¯m afraid the entire process would had been more complicated.¡± ¡°I remember that name.¡± Eleanor blinked. ¡°She is the young Awakened genius.¡± ¡°You actually remember her.¡± Celine was surprised. ¡°She is the only Witch to have maintained her original appearance from our time.¡± At this point, Celine hesitated for a moment. ¡°Lady Eleanor, are you able to recall all your memories while being in the central carrier?¡± Eleanor shook her head. ¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t really know who I am. The name of Eleanor is not entirely correct, because I am also Cheryl, Jasmine, and Salice¡­ All the Witches that had merged with the central carrier makes the current me. I can remember everything that occurred before merging, but nothing when I became one. It is difficult for me to describe the feeling. It is chaotic and messy, and it isn¡¯t as simple as seeing or talking. It¡¯s more like my consciousness has been peeled off into many smaller sections, and only a portion of it remains normal.¡± Sighing for a moment, she continued, ¡°Oh¡­ If I really try and recall, the only thing I can remember is the analysis of the magic power cores and computations.¡± ¡°Then how did you come here?¡± Celine asked in surprise. ¡°I am not too sure myself. I guess, when you see a beam of light tearing through the chaos, one would run to it at all costs, right?¡± I see, and to me, you were the light in the darkness as well¡­ Celine fell silent for quite a while as she suppressed the emotions churning within her. Upon thinking about the smooth process that she had gone through, Celine realized that it might be connected to Nassaupelle¡¯s alterations on the Mother of Soul. Compared to the central carrier of the underground civilization, this ¡®carrier¡¯ was most probably even more compatible with their consciousnesses. After all, Mask had many brains and would have the same chaotic and myriad thoughts. If he had not adjusted those consciousnesses, he would be the first to be devoured instead. It was also because of this reason that the network was more suited for Lady Eleanor. The instant their magic power interacted, she was instantly ¡®drawn¡¯ towards it. Her continued existence with the network gone meant that the carrier inside Neverwinter was an empty shell once more. And presently, Eleanor was residing in the demons¡¯ Mother of Soul. After Celine shared her analysis simply, Eleanor nodded in agreement. ¡°I believe so too. Who would have known that after being separated for so long, I would turn into a demon the moment I open my eyes. This ending is truly unexpected. But the senior lord called Mask did quite an overhaul. This shell no longer yields the ability to even move, as though it was intentional.¡± The inability to move equaled to them being unable to send the information out of the lake, so no one would ever notice the change inside the obelisk. As long as the obelisk continued to produce Red Mist, the Mother of Soul would remain safe. Mask¡¯s actions were undoubtedly hitting the blind spot of his own race. ¡°So long as we know who you are, it isn¡¯t important what vessel it is.¡± Celine waved her main tentacle, her voice filled with excitement. ¡°The other Witches that have merged must acknowledge it as well, to allow you to appear. When we return to Neverwinter, Pasha and the rest will be over the moon!¡± ¡°I really wish to see them as well.¡± Eleanor looked into the distance. ¡°But I can¡¯t go that far.¡± Celine was startled. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°The God¡¯s Stone mine beneath the obelisk is almost drained and will quickly lose its effectiveness. The Mother of Soul will die out as well. Ultimately, it is still a demon, and it can¡¯t move as freely as a carrier,¡± she answered gently. ¡°The last thing that I can do for all of you is to ensure that this city lands slowly.¡± Celine froze in shock. She realized that she had forgotten an extremely important thing, the Deity of Gods¡¯s ability to surpass its limit to ascend and fall quickly was from the overdraft of the God¡¯s Stone mine. Adding her previous amplification of the obelisk to connect the ¡®network¡¯ to the Western Region, the exhaustion of the God¡¯s Stone mine was almost to its last drop. This was an irreversible fact whether or not Mask¡¯s Plan B succeeded or failed. ¡°It isn¡¯t anything to be sad about.¡± Eleanor closed her eyes. ¡°Your great effort allowed me to see this world once again, and unlike four centuries ago, there is immense hope for humanity this time¡­ This is enough for me.¡± ¡°But¡ª¡± Eleanor extended her hand and interrupted her. ¡°In fact, this isn¡¯t a bad thing. If I do not appear, everything remains the same. But if I return, who knows what troubles it might bring, and it might only bring harm and zero advantage to the situation.¡± ¡°How is that possible?¡± Celine retorted as she waved her main tentacle. ¡°Everyone will be even more inspired!¡± ¡°You mentioned that the current leader of the Witches is an ordinary human king, isn¡¯t that so? What will be on his mind when he learns about the sudden appearance of the Three Chiefs of the Union at a unified battlefront? As to who Taquila should listen to, would his opinions be solely his¡­ Even if you deny this, you are unable to eliminate these misgivings. In time, it will become a rift. As a member of the Quest Society, you remain focused on the study of magic power, so it is normal for you to be unaware of other things. That is why the safest way is to maintain the status quo.¡± Celine did not know what to say. ¡°I have understood one thing after Alice¡¯s and Natalia¡¯s fall.¡± Eleanor sighed. ¡°I am a Transcendent, but not a qualified leader. It might be an advantage as compared to an ordinary human, but it definitely isn¡¯t suitable to guide others. When the Union was on the verge of collapsing, I remained passive and never made a decision. That itself was fundamentally me shirking responsibility.¡± ¡°My Lady¡­¡± ¡°You do not have to console me. At that point of time, regardless of whether I supported the Queen of Starfall City or the Queen of Sunchaser, it would had turned the situation into a two against one. In that sense, the Union might not have crumbled. But faced with the decision that would affect the future of the entire race, I finally abandoned making a position, which led to the entire ending becoming irreversible.¡± Her gaze became mixed, as though her emotions had returned to that most arduous point in time. ¡°Merging with the central carrier was the only way of making up for it. It was only after gathering everybody¡¯s will that I came to be sure of my own judgment. I am not suitable to be one of the Three Chiefs. Even if we returned to the past, I would have never been able to lead all of you to a better future. So such an outcome isn¡¯t bad¡­ Accompany me a little while longer, before the obelisk collapses.¡± ¡°We can chat for as long as you want.¡± Celine took a deep breath. ¡°But If I do not do anything now, I will regret it in the future. Regardless, I hope that you can explain everything to Roland.¡± ¡°Celine¡ª¡± ¡°Maybe you¡¯re right, but that is from the perspective of a King.¡± She hung her main tentacle down firmly. ¡°At the very least, he is somewhat similar to you. If you claim to be unsuited to be one of the Three Chiefs, then he is the most unsuitable King that I have ever met.¡± Chapter 1440 - Respective Responsibilities Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Chaos occurred on the ground the moment the Deity of Gods fell. Hackzord opened a Distortion Door abruptly and sent both Silent Disaster and himself to Roland, as though having the intent of abducting him. However, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches formed a tight circle around Roland and activated an anti-magic area. Both sides were unrelenting, and just like that, daggers were drawn. If not for Lightning¡¯s prompt relay of new information regarding the decrease in speed of the descending floating island, Serakkas might have unleashed her sword and resorted to blows. This made Roland realize that although both parties were temporarily collaborating, they were not on the same page with regards to their interests¡ªor in other words, aside from Valkries, they had not realized the true threat of God. Everything that they did were only for Nightmare Lord who was trapped within the Dream World. Regardless of that, the stabilized Deity of Gods meant that Celine had successfully gained control of the core and the disaster was averted. Further reports brought in good news; no one in the First Army was lost, and only three sustained injuries during the fall. The anticipated Spider Demons did not appear, and the Mad Demons that were under control did not break loose from the incident. Though a harrowing experience, they went through the entire operation without any mishaps. Up till when Celine arrived before Roland did he realize that the situation was not as simple as it looked. If it were any other time, she would be gesticulating with joy, recounting everything she had seen and heard while controlling the Deity of Gods. And reality was just as he had anticipated, or more accurately, rather incredulous. Mask had gone so far as to use the race¡¯s parent body and magic power cores as a node and built up a ¡®demon network¡¯ that spanned across the two large continents, and remotely activated the descent of the Deity of Gods. And the crux to turning all of this around was actually the Ancient Witch that remained a thousand miles away¡ªmore accurately speaking, the Ancient Witches. They were led by one of the Three Chiefs of the Union, Eleanor. ¡°She wants to meet me?¡± Roland asked. ¡°To be more precise, I hope that you¡¯ll meet her.¡± Celine voiced her worries.¡°Although she said she isn¡¯t qualified to be one of the Three Chiefs, she did make great sacrifices and contributions for the Union. Everyone is aware of what she has done¡­ It wasn¡¯t easy for her to be able to see the light of day today, so I do not wish for her to disappear just like that.¡± ¡°The Deity of Gods can¡¯t last much longer¡­¡± Roland mumbled to himself in thought. The Quest Society had confirmed that the obelisk would crumble without a God¡¯s Stone. And with the Mother of Soul being the foundation of the entire building, it was bound to die as well. The only way to avoid this eventual outcome was to find a new source of magic power before it died. He had never attempted such a thing before, and with his knowledge of the Mother of Soul being close to zero, it might had been possible if there was a timespan of a year or two. Roland then recalled that he had Valkries¡¯s and Hackzord¡¯s help, which was a factor that could alter the destined outcome. ¡°Your Majesty¡­¡± ¡°Relax,¡± Roland consoled her. ¡°She is the heroine that saved both Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn. Even if you didn¡¯t mention it, I would have done all I can to keep her around.¡± Since there was no lack of feasible options technologically, the most important thing was to change Eleanor¡¯s mindset, which, in a sense, shared the same principles as providing treatment. A person that harbored faith had a higher probability of surviving than one that had given up. And Roland was confident that he would never lose when it came to sophistry. ¡­ On top the Deity of Gods, Roland stood before the magic power core and nodded at Celine. It was different from the Realm of Mind; Roland was unable to intrude like how a carrier did and required Celine as an intermediary to form a connection with Eleanor. The latter extended her main tentacle into the core and, very quickly, a voice sounded inside his head. ¡°Let me guess, you must be the human king.¡± ¡°Roland Wimbledon,¡± he closed his eyes and replied in a relaxed manner. ¡°It is our first time meeting each other, I am glad that you were able to free yourself from the central carrier, Eleanor of the Three Chiefs.¡± ¡°A pity you can¡¯t see the real me, I am but a hideous demon now.¡± ¡°That is only temporary. Since your consciousness is able to be here, there will come a day when you can enter the Realm of Mind. There, not only will you be able to regain your former self, you will also be able to see your past comrades.¡± ¡°The Dream World, huh¡­ I have heard about it from Celine; it is indeed a fascinating place.¡± Eleanor paused for a moment. ¡°But she should have informed you that the God¡¯s Stone mine in this city is close to exhaustion, I can¡¯t wait till then.¡± ¡°All that needs to be done is to change locations so that you can wait,¡± Roland replied bluntly. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Neverwinter has a God¡¯s Stone mine, I can shift you there. The skills involved will indeed be troublesome; for example, how will you get out of the Red Mist Lake, and can we shift you to Neverwinter with no Red Mist supply. But I believe that with careful preparations, it can be realized.¡± ¡°But the price of doing so will be huge.¡± It sounded as though Eleanor had chuckled. ¡°Doing this doesn¡¯t benefit you at all. Did Celine make you promise something?¡± ¡°Lady Eleanor, I did no such thing¡ª¡± Celine tried to explain herself. ¡°What do you mean by it bringing no benefits!?¡± Roland interrupted her. ¡°Your existence is extremely vital to humanity; it¡¯s just that you have not realized that.¡± Eleanor was startled. ¡°Extremely¡­ vital?¡± ¡°Mask was able to use this ¡®network¡¯ to gain control over the core instrument, and there is no doubt to that. The cores are obviously important tools to study magic power, and at present, you are the only one capable of expelling him. That itself is something extremely important.¡± Roland spoke frankly. ¡°Of course, that¡¯s not the most important¡ª¡± He suddenly slowed down his speech and enunciated each and every word. ¡°If humanity gains a similar floating island, the entire war situation will tilt in our favor!¡± This time, even Celine was astounded. ¡°You want to build a Deity of Gods?¡± ¡°Why can¡¯t I? And we are not even beginning from zero; there is this perfectly tuned core instrument made by Mask here, with a suitable controller. All we are lacking is an obelisk.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°But neither do I have the need such a large territory that can rise. A floating island of spanning about one to two kilometers is enough for large caliber bombers to take off and land, and even bring an army straight to the Bottomless Land. The prerequisite being you capable of grasping the structures of the magic power cores, and even use them with a new God¡¯s Stone mine. I know it will not be easy, so even if it doesn¡¯t succeed, I will not think of you as inferior to Mask either. At the very least, you would have tried it, don¡¯t you think so?¡± You don¡¯t think that you¡¯re qualified to be one of the Three Chiefs? That¡¯s fine, I¡¯ll give you a new goal. With this undisguised form of goading you on, and with such motivation, how are you going to reject me? The voice in his head suddenly fell silent. A long while later, Eleanor said with a sigh, ¡°I understand now, what being ¡®the most unsuitable King¡¯ means.¡± ¡°Huh? What¡¯s that?¡± ¡°No, I said nothing.¡± The other party sounded as though she was free from a burden. ¡°Just one thing, Mister Roland. You seemed to have made a mistake with the premise. Everything that you planned is based on the fact that you are able to shift the Mother of Soul successfully. I know that it will not be easy; if it doesn¡¯t succeed, I will not blame you either.¡± ¡°Lady Eleanor¡ª!¡± Celine squealed with joy. ¡°Of course.¡± Roland smirked. ¡®All of us have our respective responsibilities.¡± ¡°Then quickly decide on the landing spot; this thing can¡¯t last much longer.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already thought about it.¡± He looked southeast. Regardless of where the Deity of Gods fell on, it would become a large obstruction, and only the large ocean could hold such a large inverted mountain. And if the landing spot was appropriate, it might even increase the land of Graycastle¡ªa subsidiary island.¡°Drop it near Seawindshire.¡± Chapter 1441 - Consensus Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The span of time which Eleanor claimed of not being unable to last much longer was in fact not a short period of time. The final movement of the Deity of Gods took up nearly two full days for the descent. Roland dispatched the First Army to Seawindshire¡¯s coastal area and executed a thorough sweep, ensuring that the drop of the island would not harm anyone. At nightfall two days later, the bottom of the floating island touched the surface of the ocean. From a distance, it looked as though an inverted and giant vertebral body stood alone on the ocean horizon, and that view was the last time the floating island¡¯s entirety was exposed. Following the slow descent into the Swirling Sea, the water surface rose quickly, causing the sandy shores at the port to disappear at a rate visible to the naked eye. The ocean spray crossed the coastal levees and burst into many of the dock¡¯s warehouse facilities. The discarded boats left at the port swayed incessantly with the man-made waves, ultimately tearing apart under the violent waves. The continuous rumblings produced by the waves crashing onto the land were so loud that even those standing a few kilometers away were capable of hearing them. Roland stood safely on high ground and witnessed the entire process. After all, such a majestic sight was probably the first and only one. His only regret was not being able to recite poetry. According to history, such times were perfect for one. Regardless of his poetic standards, that scene with his back view would go down in history forever. Finally, the rays of the setting sun appeared once again behind the Deity of Gods, reflecting upon the clear and crystalline water and produced a band of light from the new land over to Seawindshire¡¯s lowlands, as though the two were one entity. Although the Deity of Gods was humongous, it was nothing compared to the Swirling Sea. By the time the island touched the bed of the ocean and turned into an island, the tidal waters that had inundated the docks had already receded. The gap between the island and mainland formed a new waterway. At the same time, it had closed the gap between Graycastle and the Fjords. From this, Roland could foresee it becoming a flourishing trade island. ¡°I never thought that the demon¡¯s ultimate weapon would turn into new land for the kingdom.¡± By his side, Nightingale spoke emotionally. ¡°Seems like we will have to redraw Graycastle¡¯s map.¡± ¡°Compared to that, I am more concerned about what the the upper echelons of the demons will be doing.¡± On the other hand, Phyllis paid more attention to actual problems. ¡°If there isn¡¯t a supply point for them along the way, it would be difficult for them to return to the ridge of the continent.¡± ¡°We can resolve them in the meetings. For this first step, I would consider the outcome as passable.¡± For some reason, Roland thought about the Dream World. In there, the demons came from a distant peninsula, and it was somewhat similar to the scene before him. ¡°As for this new land, let¡¯s call it Cargarde Peninsula.¡± ¡­ The following assembly with the three Chambers of Commerce did not have much twists and turns. After learning about Mask¡¯s shocking grand plan and the King¡¯s awareness of the developments, Hackzord was clearly distracted, leaving Serakkas to act on his behalf and answer a few questions. Roland could guess how he was feeling. Regardless, the Sky Lord did not want a complete fall out with the King before obtaining concrete evidence. But after stumbling upon the King¡¯s knowledge of everything they had done, it was equivalent to him having no path of retreat. To the careful and prudent Hackzord, it inevitably resulted in him worrying over his personal gains and losses. Compared to him, Silent Disaster was much calmer, as though nothing mattered to her so long as Valkries was safe. The plans for the remaining demons inside the Deity of Gods were quickly resolved. It was impossible for Roland to agree on establishing Red Mist supply lines at the periphery of the Four Kingdoms, while the two Senior lords were unconcerned about the lives of the Inferior Demons. As such, the tens of thousands of demons were left inside the new island for hard labor and continued construction; thousands of the Mad Demons entered dormant states, cutting down on the consumption of Red Mist, and to wait for a suitable opportunity for migration. The obelisk was in an irreversible state of decay, and with the Red Mist Lake being able to only supply a certain amount of Red Mist, its continued decay was definite. This land became an isolated island for the demons that relied heavily on the Red Mist. After assisting the transference of the Mother of Soul, Hackzord brought Silent Disaster back to Sky City to take control of the remaining forces. Since his actions were already known by the King, having a little bit of strength in hand would not be a bad thing. Roland did not demand anything from Hackzord, who was clearly unwilling to go against the King. After all, if he suddenly went against his words right before the battle, it could potentially lead to disaster. The last thing that mattered was Mask, Nassaupelle. This time, even the two Senior Lords came to a surprising consensus¡ªhe had to die. According to Hackzord, despite his evolution to an omnipotent state, it had nothing to do with the race. He had chosen the path for his sole existence, and if he succeeded, only his name would exist in the race, or in other words¡­ he would had completely turned into another species. ¡°The problem is, he can change into another body at will with the use of the ¡®network,¡¯ how am I supposed to destroy him?¡± Roland posed the crucial question. ¡°Until his plan is successful, this will indeed be extremely difficult to come to fruition, but we are still far from that state.¡± Celine conveyed Eleanor¡¯s words. ¡°Before I severed his connection, I sensed that there were nodes of drastically varying strengths, and ones which are comparable to the Deity of Gods number only one or two.¡± ¡°This female¡ªAncient Witch is right.¡± After being glared at by many of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, Hackzord quickly changed his choice of words. ¡°After all, Nassaupelle is doing everything behind the King¡¯s back, and he will not have many opportunities to make similar alterations to every Mother of Soul in every city. For those nodes that have not undergone sufficient alterations, they are most probably incapable of completely transmitting his consciousness. Furthermore, the immobile Birth Towers would had been destroyed by Sky-sea Realm, so there are very few places that he can go to. My guess is that Mask is at King¡¯s City.¡± That¡¯s truly Hackzord¡¯s style. Roland thought inwardly to himself. To destroy Nassaupelle, they had to destroy King¡¯s City, and aside from Nassaupelle, there was the King. Although he had made it known that he had no wish to oppose the King, his suggestion immediately pushed the King to the center of the target. But this plan made Roland wary. He did not want the human territory to once again fall into another crisis akin to the Deity of Gods¡¯s plummet. Attacking the enemy before their all-out attack and strike the King¡¯s City down at the Fertile Plains was undoubtedly the method with the lowest risk. More importantly, Eleanor¡¯s appearance had greatly increased the feasibility of the plan. With their own floating island, they could cut down on the Aerial Knights¡¯ flight time, which was undoubtedly significant for the large caliber bombers. The greatest difficulty for the project was researching new high-output engines. According to the Design Bureau of Graycastle¡¯s plan from manufacturing, assembling to test flights, they required a time line of about a year. But with the moving runway, there was the possibility of changing the engines to the Type-14 Piston Engine used by the Phoenix, which barely made the mark of operating the large caliber bombers. With that, the bearing of fruits for the bomber project was imminent. Chapter 1442 - A Powerful Current Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Hermes, in the old Holy City. In the past month, the emotions Marwayne had experienced could be described as a roller coaster ride. When the Sky Lord had brought him up the Deity of Gods, he had made the decision to cozy up with this powerful entity and never falter. Whatever firearms or iron birds were insignificant in the face of the floating city. This is the true miracle that humans ought to bow down to! He did his utmost to prove his worth by sweeping away all past records, organizing the others to work, giving his all in the construction, so much that he earned praises from the Sky Lord. This caused his status among the nobles to become increasingly stable, and just like that, he felt like the leader of the people. But a single letter from the north broke Marwayne¡¯s smooth and steady life. He never thought that Sky Lord would attach great importance to the seemingly preposterous piece of paper and ended up disappearing for several weeks. The first thing that happened upon his return was their immediate movement to Hermes and Everwinter Kingdom, to wait for a similar letter¡ªeven without knowing who the sender was, how long it would take, or the location for collecting the letter. In all honesty, Marwayne never wanted to leave the Deity of Gods, even with all the demons around them. None of them were capable of depriving him of his position and power. But the senior lord¡¯s command could not be violated and thus, he chose the former of the two locations, not for any other reason but because it was closer to the Deity of Gods. At this time, the northern region of the Four Kingdoms had been enveloped by Red Mist and Graycastle appeared terribly busy resisting the demons, while he enjoyed a life no different from a duke¡¯s away from the Deity of Gods, with not only citizens as his subordinates, but with a few nobles at his beck and call. But the mission of waiting for a secret letter that had no stipulated time was worrying. In an attempt to complete the mission early, Marwayne did not hesitate to take the risk of having his subordinates escape by expanding their area of activity. Countless attempts to escape occurred during this period which resulted in him hanging the traitors as a warning, and at the same time, offered handsome rewards for clues. Yet, they never got the letter. If all of that was down to luck, the following events completely exceeded Marwayne¡¯s expectations. The Deity of Gods suddenly rose, flew east, and disappeared from his vision. This plunged the duke into a great panic. The miracle city originally floating behind him served as his biggest crutch and without it, his days were fraught with worry and anxiety. To add to the bad news, Sky Lord no longer revealed himself, as though having forgotten all about the secret letter. Not long later, he heard of news that Graycastle had shot the floating island down. Marwayne did not believe in the lies from the bottom of his heart. It was a floating mountain with a radius of over five kilometers; if Graycastle had the ability to level the mountain, why would they have waited so long to do so? It was a pity that not everyone was as intelligent as him. Instantly, everyone wavered. He discovered that he was no longer able to control the other nobles. The continued silence from Sky Lord only added to the drama. His mood became worse. Aside from having alcohol and women to dispel his worries, he no longer had the heart to do anything, and his days returned to how he spent his time in Everwinter. ¡°Zack, Zack!¡± When the bottle of grape wine was finished, Marwayne shouted for his butler. ¡°My lord, how may I assist you?¡± The butler quickly pushed open the doors to his room. ¡°Find a few more ladies tonight, I want them young and pretty¡ª¡± he yelled. ¡°But, you ordered them yesterday to¡­¡± ¡°That was yesterday! I am the duke and this is the power I wield, understand? They should give up everything to me!¡± ¡°Yes¡­ I understand,¡± the butler lowered his head and replied. ¡°Right, the people that we dispatched¡­ Have we received any news?¡± Marwayne disbelief in the absurd rumors through the grapevine did not mean he would not verify the information. In fact, when the Deity of Gods left the Hermes Plateau, he had sent out a few troops to follow the target with the intent of finding out the floating island¡¯s destination. But they were ridiculously inept with barely a few returning even up to yesterday. The butler shook his head. ¡°At the moment, we only know that Graycastle has not engaged in a large-scale battle with the Deity of Gods, but we might have some concrete news in another two days.¡± ¡°Those lazy scums¡­¡± Marwayne swore while opening a new bottle of wine. ¡°Fine, you are dismissed.¡± Then we shall wait another two days. The Red Mist was dissipating and there was no guarantee on when the Graycastle people would make a comeback. Marwayne felt that he needed a path of retreat. Even if he was absent from where he was, that did not violate Sky Lord¡¯s command. Whoever obtained the letter was merely making a bit of contribution. It did not matter otherwise. Of course, he didn¡¯t wish to go to Everwinter; it had proven itself incapable of defending against Graycastle. Marwayne heard from other Senior Demons that a new Deity of Gods was on its way, and it held the city where the Demon King resided. It was the perfect location to retreat to. So long as I move according to the demons¡¯ change in route, it should not be difficult to locate it. At that time, he told himself that only the most loyal of the nobles had the privilege of leaving with him. Nightfall descended, but Marwayne¡¯s ladies never came. This infuriated him. Apparently, even his old butler had started to turn useless. After patiently waiting for another hour, he heard footsteps outside. Curses which had been built up within Marwayne¡¯s heart surged to his throat. It was not his butler, but a group of dirty-clothed civilians. Some held hoes and carrying shoulder poles, completely resembling a mob of unhappy people. The duke watched them in disbelief as they barged into his home and stained the fur rug on the floor with their muddy footprints. Upon realizing that his own home was being invaded by a group of lowlifes, he screamed, ¡°Solders, soldiers!¡± But he never got a response. He was interrupted with a blow to the head by none other than his old Butler, Zack. Marwayne immediately sobered up from his inebriation. ¡°What are all of you doing!?¡± ¡°Everyone¡¯s had it with your oppression, Marwayne Parker!¡± the leader shouted. ¡°For the sake of your damn orders, many good people died in the quarry from fatigue, yet you never listened to us or asked about us, and you even deducted our pay! We are not your servants, much less your slaves!¡± ¡°You nobles aren¡¯t superior to us; Graycastle was right!¡± ¡°We have to risk our lives for this monster in the day and send our wives and daughters to him at night. You are the true demon!¡± ¡°Surrender and follow us to Graycastle, otherwise, don¡¯t even think of stepping out of this house!¡± Damn it , Marwayne thought inwardly. All of these idiots have been brainwashed by Graycastle. If he had known earlier, he would never have sent them to the former Holy City to investigate! ¡°I am the duke, which one of you dares to touch me!?¡± He warned them while drawing the sword by his table. Compared to their ¡®weapons,¡¯ his was a truly sharp blade. Their ability to charge in without any warnings meant that the guards and servants had betrayed him. He felt the need to get out, contact the other nobles, gather the knights, and quash the rebellion! The position of duke was meant to frighten the crowd. He was unlike Zack, an ordinary man. The Parker family had ruled over Snow Reflection Castle for many generations, and to any ordinary citizen of Everwinter, he was of a lofty status. Marwayne believed in this and deliberately assumed his supercilious attitude. He did not believe the lowlifes would dare touch him. Suddenly, a stone was thrown from the darkness and it struck the side of his face. The pain froze Marwayne in his position. They actually dare to hurt me? An old man suddenly barged out of the crowd, weeping and howling as he pounced onto Marwayne. ¡°You demon, return my daughter to me¡ª!¡± Marwayne subconsciously raised his sword and stabbed it through the old man¡¯s chest. But by the time he reacted, the crowd had surrounded him¡ªthe old man¡¯s death was like the drain that set free their repressed emotions. Hoes and shoulder poles smashed down onto Marwayne like rain, and he thought he heard his bones shattering. ¡°You scum, stop! ¡°No, stop¡­ Stop, stop hitting¡­ ¡°Cough, cough, I beg you¡­¡± His voice gradually softened. The mob only stopped when the duke turned into mush. ¡°We killed a noble¡­¡± someone whispered with his voice trembling. ¡°So what, Graycastle doesn¡¯t acknowledge nobility, and he is an enemy of Graycastle.¡± ¡°What do we do about the other Everwinter nobles? They have horses and armors, if they chase after us¡­¡± ¡°Since we¡¯re already at this point, what can we do.¡± The leader looked around. ¡°We are not the only ones oppressed. Since the demons aren¡¯t here, why don¡¯t¡ª¡± ¡°We fight them with everything we got.¡± Another person completed his sentence. ¡°Let¡¯s fight it out with them.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s fight it out with them. then head to Graycastle!¡± In a short moment after the words were spoken, it spread amongst the people and became a catchphrase which was chanted in unison, like a powerful current that rushed out of the house and into the pitch-black lands. Chapter 1443 - Eleanor Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The change in the attitudes and the beliefs of the two Senior lords did not only bring about the island formed out of the Deity of Gods. Aside from the sparks of flames that occurred quietly at the foot of Hermes, the battle at the Western Front stopped because of the absence of Red Mist. Although there were activities from remaining Monstrous Beasts at the Impassable Mountain Range, they soon sank into an eternal silence following the depletion of magic power. This greatly decreased the burden placed on the First Army, and Cage Mountain was no longer a ¡®life or death barrier¡¯ that required protection. In a week, countless troops returned from the front lines and assisted the west front of Neverwinter, alleviating the originally situation which was running on fumes. The influx of reinforcements instantly reversed the situation at the Western Region. The new tanks that appeared on the ground charged through the hordes of demonic beasts, surrounding the invisible blade beasts like a net. Once the demonic beasts were gathered together, they became strike zones for the Aerial Knights. All the railway blockhouses that were abandoned before were gradually captured again, with the carcasses of mutated beasts lying all around. If not for the terrifying rate at which they decayed into black water, the entire development would have piled up with stinking corpses. Despite Valkries¡¯s theory that the demonic beasts were merely an evolutionary farm for the Sky-sea Realm and were of extremely limited effect on the battlefield, while the true danger laid at the back, the restabilization of the situation was undoubtedly important to Neverwinter. It was inevitable that the Sky-sea Realm would make a large-scale effort to enter the Land of Dawn with the overrun of the demon¡¯s frontlines. This was where the First Army had to gather its strength, instead of dividing into two different battlefields. Roland sighed and began embarking on Eleanor¡¯s ¡°rescue.¡± Although the movement of the Birth Tower, which was also the movement of the obelisk, had always been Mask¡¯s responsibility, the other senior lords had more or less heard and learned how to do so after so many years. The core step was naturally the altering of the Mother of Souls, allowing it to meld with new mineral veins as one. Only Mask and the higher ascendants that followed him were aware of this technique, but they were able to skip this step, since the body that Eleanor obtained was a finished product. Secondly, the Mother of Soul had to be sufficiently robust enough to survive the transplant. This sounded extremely easy to understand, but the transplant would deal severe injuries on the Mother of Soul, just like on trees. Now that the Mother of Soul was Eleanor, Roland could only trust her. Lastly, the Mother of Soul could not be without the Red Mist, which meant that before the obelisk resumed its production of Red Mist, it had to remain in an environment rich with the mist. This was the most difficulty point for the entire rescue operation. Fortunately, Hackzord had participated in the operation. His Distortion Door held significance in the logistics, fully displaying its extraordinary ability in such a situation. After finalizing the plan, the Ministry of Industry was the first to engage. To pull the immobile Eleanor out of the Red Mist, they had to grasp her position first. The interior of the Deity of Gods was a forbidden zone for Witches, unexpectedly allowing Rex¡¯s diving suit to yield a miraculous effect. Using suspension ropes, more than ten Sand Nationals equipped with the diving suits plunged into the Red Mist lake. The verification of Eleanor¡¯s position at a 150 meters depth was confirmed by the lead man named Simbad. Following that, the humans slowly peeled the Mother of Soul off the obelisk before securing her firmly with ropes. A Mother of Soul in its original state wielded strength comparable to a carrier, and with its nearly inseparable link to the tower, it was almost impossible to separate her. But the withering of the obelisk made the lifting feasible. Even if they never took any action, the obelisk would still have slowly crumbled into debris. When the Mother of Soul was lifted to a higher altitude within the Red Mist, Sky Lord opened a Distortion Door beneath it and moved Eleanor into a unique metal container. Naturally, a large amount of Red Mist was injected into it along with her. When this step was completed, everyone heaved sighs of relief. The subsequent procedures were much simpler. Farrina¡¯s steam-powered trucks took responsibility for the transportation, carrying not only the metal container but many Red Mist tanks¡ªnutrients for the Mother of Soul, as well as supplies for Sky Lord. Through a series of Distortion Doors, the fleet completed the transport from Seawindshire to Neverwinter in half a day. If not for Hackzord¡¯s insistence on leaving, Roland would have granted him the position of a logistics head. Under the careful watch of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, the metal container was swallowed by Fran and sent into the lower levels of North Slope Mountain¡¯s mine. This concluded the entire operation. Under the coordination of the Administrative Office, close to ten thousand personnel of different races had been mobilized to complete the transportation that consisted of crossing through more than half of Graycastle¡¯s line of fire. The only thing left for Roland was to wait. ¡­ North Slope Mine, God¡¯s Stone mining region. Pasha held a tank of Red Mist and carefully poured it over the root of an ugly monster. It resembled a ball with sludge-like tentacles growing all over its body, with a symmetrical pair of compound eyes over its head, the size of it equaling to three central carriers. Even without a Stone of Measuring, she could feel the immense magic power accumulated within it. This demon named the Mother of Soul was the catalyst that allowed the stone pillars to turn into Red Mist towers. It was said that only when the magic power density in the world reached its peak would the Battle of Divine Will begin. Before receiving the transplantation technique, the demons could only lay low and wait quietly for the Bloody Moon and for their opportunity to arise. If this had been the era of the Union, Pasha wouldn¡¯t mind sacrificing her life to if she had the opportunity to kill a Mother of Soul. But now, it was as though she was taking care of a child, meticulously caring for this Mother of Soul. The contrast made even her feel slightly surprised. ¡°As expected, you¡¯re here.¡± A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind her. ¡°How¡¯s her situation?¡± Pasha turned and bowed her main tentacles. ¡°Your Majesty, there hasn¡¯t been any signs of her gaining consciousness yet.¡± The person was none other than Roland¡ªother than the existing Ancient Witches of Taquila, he was considered Eleanor¡¯s most frequent visitor. ¡°Seems like moving her was truly a painful experience for her.¡± Roland sighed. ¡°But I heard from Celine that Lady Eleanor had already made the promise.¡± Pasha¡¯s voice did not sound overly dejected. ¡°From what I know, she rarely makes promises. But once she does, she will abide to it.¡± ¡°I hope so too¡­¡± Roland slightly nodded. After observing alongside each other, Pasha broke the silence. ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve already thanked me multiple times.¡± He replied somewhat helplessly. Ever since the ancient witches found out that the Three Chiefs and their other companions were alive within the central carrier, their emotions and response could nearly be described as fervent, earning him unanimous gratitude from them. However, Pasha seemed to be unsatisfied with a single expression of her gratitude, and expressed her thanks almost every time she met him. ¡°Eleanor contributed greatly to Graycastle, saving her is part of my responsibility.¡± ¡°My gratitude isn¡¯t merely for this, but for what you¡¯ve done for everyone. Regardless of the number of times I thank you, I am unable to convey this appreciation of mine, so¡­ let me say it a few more times.¡± The emotional speech from Pasha startled Roland. He turned to her, almost wanting to see her current expression from her lowered tentacles. Little did he expect that this look caused his heart to skip a beat and almost cry out loud¡ª Without them realizing it, the Mother of Soul¡¯s symmetrical eyes were wide opened and observing the two quietly. ¡°You¡¯re already someone several centuries old. For such unruly words to come out of your mouth is truly surprising¡­¡± A new voice sounded in his mind. Pasha jolted and immediately used her main tentacles to cover her face. ¡°Lady, Lady Eleanor?¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s me.¡± Pasha immediately positioned her main tentacles straight and pulled herself towards the cave entrance with a breath before disappearing further into the cave. ¡°Uh¡­ She has always wanted to be the first to talk to you¡­¡± The corners of Roland¡¯s mouth twitched, as he muttered in disbelief. ¡°By the way, you awoke just like that?¡± ¡°If not how? With a thunder boom, or from an earthquake?¡± Eleanor yawned.¡°That¡¯s Alice¡¯s style, not mine.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland took a long time before he continued the conversation. ¡°Alright, it¡¯s good that you¡¯re fine. Since my job is complete, the next thing will be to see¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯ve completed mine as well,¡± Eleanor replied languidly. ¡°What?¡± ¡°The transplant process was truly unbearable, but it was enough for me to suffer alone without hindering the thought processes of the others,¡± she replied matter-of-factly. ¡°The analysis of the magic power cores is complete; although we are unable to construct one at the moment, it wouldn¡¯t be much of an issue to use one that is already available. In other words, your floating island can fly at any moment.¡± At this point, Eleanor paused for a moment, before quipping. ¡°Or, why not now?¡± Chapter 1444 - The Riddles of the Consciousness Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations It seems like their description of Eleanor as being ¡°amiable and approachable¡± is true¡­ Comparing her to Alice, Roland found it difficult to imagine that a Transcendent that emitted a cold and imposing aura would ever say such words. ¡°No¡­ I believe you.¡± He waved his hand immediately. The current North Slope Mountain was connected to a huge industry district, so any sudden flight would be a recipe for disaster. ¡°You should really believe me only after I¡¯ve activated the core instruments,¡±Eleanor replied somewhat regretfully. From her tone of speech, it sounded as though she was extremely regretful to be unable to reveal her abilities right away. Roland gained some understanding with regards to her personality. Her self-acknowledgment of not being a qualified leader did not mean she was ordinary. She had aspects that she prided herself with. Anyone that became a Transcendent was a lofty existence without exception. ¡°Right¡­ when did you wake up?¡± ¡°About a quarter of an hour ago.¡± So you¡¯ve been eavesdropping from the beginning! Roland cursed inwardly. ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you tell us?¡± ¡°Nobody made it a rule that it¡¯s compulsory to announce to the world that they have woken up, right?,¡± Eleanor replied matter-of-factly. ¡°Then why did you speak up in the end?¡± ¡°What other reason can there be? Do you really want me to see my junior embarrass herself?¡± The two rows of eyes at the top of her head rolled upwards in unison. The rolling of eyes at such a large scale was quite a magnificent sight. It¡¯s because of your sudden ¡®awakening¡¯ that makes it even more embarrassing! Seeing Roland speechless, Eleanor casually changed the topic. ¡°In all honesty, I am rather satisfied with you at the present.¡± ¡°Why is that?¡± He realized that he could hardly follow her train of thought. ¡°Because there aren¡¯t any traces of exploitations here,¡± Eleanor replied. ¡°Ever since my connection with this region, I can feel that the foundation of this God¡¯s Stone pillar is fully preserved¡ªproof that you don¡¯t have ideas over it.¡± She means that I didn¡¯t exploit this mine, which indicates that I¡¯ve never had the intent to control the witches? Roland realized the meaning behind her words. ¡°Celine should have told you about the Witch Union; could it be that you didn¡¯t believe her?¡¯ ¡®Of course not. It is just that people get deceived easily by facades, especially from words by an omnipotent King. It would not be difficult for you to fake everything,¡± Eleanor stated bluntly. ¡°Even if you adhere to such a position for now, it doesn¡¯t mean that you will be the same in the future. Planning ahead is a matter that every leader has to consider. If you harbored any wariness, it would be impossible for you not be tempted by this God¡¯s Stone mine. Secretly arranging to mine, storing, and taking precautions against the witches¡¯ power that would become too potent for you to control, while maintaining a kind and friendly front. Isn¡¯t that what usually happens?¡± Roland sighed. ¡°That is because too many people treat witches as a different species, but in my eyes, they are just humans with slightly advantaged.¡± ¡°You¡¯re fine even if the witches occupy all the important positions in the kingdom?¡± ¡°What you¡¯re asking, should be Alice¡¯s assertions, right?¡± Roland replied bluntly. ¡°As long as humanity continues to exist, witches will definitely return to the peak.¡± ¡°They actually told you that as well?¡± It was the first time Roland heard Eleanor exclaim in surprise. ¡°No, but that was what I saw in the Sigil of Recording,¡± Roland admitted. ¡°In fact, Alice has been mistaken as well. As long as the word ¡®witch¡¯ is switched to ¡®human¡¯, wouldn¡¯t this sentence be normal and expected? If outstanding individuals are prevented from leading the civilization, the civilization is doomed to have no future. At the same time, if the leader at the peak no longer strives for the benefit of the people, the civilization will not last as well.¡± In some sense, random awakenings, the inability to have children, and magic power could be considered a special ability, and should have never been a rift between the talented and the ordinary. The most dangerous aspect was artificial selection and designated inheritance, which prevented the misgivings between witches and ordinary people to cease. ¡°You¡­¡± Eleanor looked at him in a bid to figure out his true thoughts. But after a moment, she gave up. ¡°I shall wait and see. What are your plans, going forward?¡± ¡°We will be executing a large scale remodeling of North Slope Mountain to be a suitable flying stronghold.¡± This was another reason Roland did not allow Eleanor to lift the floating island right away. Regardless of attacking the new Deity of Gods or moving to the Bottomless Land, they had to amass a substantial amount of supplies. Upon leaving Neverwinter, it would be difficult to have resupplies. ¡°Can you estimate the volume of the floating island?¡± ¡°It shouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡± Eleanor blinked her eyes and nodded. ¡°Aside from the remaining vein, the Red Mist tower also takes into account the range and augment accordingly, so it is impossible if you want it to be as big as the Deity of Gods.¡± ¡°How do the Red Mist Towers grow?¡± ¡°I was equally curious as you on this, so I spent a bit more time investigating this body. I discovered that it can assimilate the God stone pillar into the body. Simply put, while the God¡¯s Stone doesn¡¯t reveal any signs of life in an ordinary circumstances, it will start to self-duplicate upon its binding to a Mother of Soul. The process depends on the quality of the God Stone; using it too much will put an end to the magic power within.¡± ¡°Then¡­¡± Roland hesitated for a moment. ¡°Are you able to create Red Mist?¡± This question caused Eleanor to sigh. ¡°Yes, in fact, not only do I have control over the various unique abilities of the Mother of Soul, I even have a deeper understanding of their intricacies. For example, the Red Mist lake can be considered a type of demon as well, as they are all produced in the same manner.¡± ¡°You mean to say¡ª¡± Roland was surprised. ¡°That¡¯s right, be it Mad Demon, Fearsome Demons or Lords of Hells, they are produced that way¡­ I found information within the Mother of Soul related to them. But to incubate the demons, there are a few crucial factors lacking¡ªand the one to supply the crucial factors to the Mother of Soul is considered King.¡± Roland was dumbstruck. Although he knew that the demons did not need to mate, he never thought that they would reproduce in such a manner. ¡®In other words, It is possible for me to become the King of Demons as well¡ªIsn¡¯t it ironic, one of the Three Chiefs will be a demon producer one day.¡¯ Eleanor then glared at him. ¡®You have to remember everything you said, don¡¯t make me stay here for too long.¡¯ This will depend on our advancement in magic power and not me, Roland thought to himself helplessly. But what was on his mind went deeper¡ªthrough the shift of consciousness, Eleanor had practically obtained all the information stored within the Mother of Soul, and just like learning, she could, in a sense, obtain the legacies. It was inevitable that the different legacies from the different races would end up mixed and evolved was inevitable. But why would God be superfluous and use the Battle of Divine Will and legacy shards, for the races to kill each other to push for it to happen? Secondly, what mattered was consciousness itself. It was a clear cut distinction in the world where technology was still primitive. Access and a shift of consciousness was simple, as though there was no technique or skill involved. If God were the only one that had the ability to do so, Roland would had let it slide. But why were the underground civilization, demons, and humans capable of it as well? In his previous world, simulating perception remained a concept and only existed in television shows. He had a vague feeling that the two might be related. Chapter 1445 - The Island That Will Never Fall Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Upon returning to Graycastle from North Slope Mountain, Roland invited City Hall Director Barov and Minister of Construction Karl to his office. ¡°I need the Administrative Office to start on a new metallurgy material supply plan as quickly as possible, and move the production from the center of North Slope Mountain to other locations¡ªbe it Longsong Stronghold or Redwater City, the only guarantee that I need is that the production cannot be inadequate. North Slope Mountain will no longer be mineable soon.¡± The expressions of the two men changed. After glancing at each other, Karl lowered his head, while Barov spoke with much difficulty. ¡°Your Majesty¡­ has the situation in the north deteriorated that badly?¡± ¡°North?¡± Roland was startled for a moment before realizing that the two had assumed that a new powerful enemy had appeared at the Fertile Plains that not even the First Army could handle. Hence, to protect the city, they had to give up on North Slope Mountain. Amused and exasperated, Roland shook his head. ¡°The army hasn¡¯t degenerated to the point that we have to lie about our victory so as to appease the people. Furthermore, you are in charge of logistics, you should be able to grasp the general situation from the drop in medical supplies being supplied out. How can you ask such a question?¡± Barov hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. ¡°Hahaha¡­ I thought Your Majesty was provisioning for bad times. In fact, I have been curious from the beginning, thinking which witch was the one who discovered news about the Sky-sea Realm that the Administrative Office hadn¡¯t been informed in a timely fashion.¡± ¡°If that is the case, why are you giving up on the mines in North Slope Mountain?¡± Karl couldn¡¯t help but ask. ¡°Because that mountain is about to fly soon.¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°¡­¡± The two fell silent once again, but wearing weird expressions on their faces this time, as though questioning themselves if they had heard wrongly. ¡°You heard that right. It will fly soon and become a floating island.¡± Roland looked at the two with interest, and recounted everything about the ancient witch, Eleanor, as well as their gaining of control over the magic power core. ¡°Remember the metal container that the Administrative Office transported from before? The central carrier for the Deity of Gods was contained inside. But due to the risks involved in transplanting it, we were unable to determine the outcome until the final moment; therefore, I didn¡¯t inform all of you about the details. But now you can know that the project was successful, Neverwinter will soon have a floating island as part of its territory.¡± Barov widened his eyes, momentarily at a loss for words. As for Karl, he trembled in excitement. He asked in a trembling voice, ¡°Your Majesty, what you want is not just a giant rock, right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Roland no longer kept them in suspense. ¡°It will be a floating battleship, a stronghold that will never fall. It must be able to provide months, if not a year¡¯s supply for large numbers of soldiers on an assault mission. It is both capable of taking the initiative to attack our enemies, and it naturally possesses defensive capabilities. How long do you think you need to transform North Slope Mountain into something like that?¡± With his engineering background, he completely understood Karl¡¯s excitement. Any ambitious architect hoped of having their own work placed in the most inconceivable of places. To be able to personally create the floating city was definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity. ¡°According to the scale of the project benchmarked against typical projects, it would require about four to five years, but I believe that Your Majesty cannot wait that long. Besides, a floating city cannot be considered an ordinary undertaking,¡± Karl immediately answered. ¡°Considering its unique features, the Ministry of Construction can send a team of engineers to reside in the structure while it moves. If I didn¡¯t misinterpret Your Majesty¡¯s intentions, I believe you definitely wish for the Aerial Knights to be stationed permanently on it as well. So long as there is stop-over point on it for resupply, their attacking and defensive capabilities will far surpass that of cannons.¡± It seemed like after building over ten runways, the Minister of Construction had formed a deeper understanding towards the air force. Roland smiled and nodded, ¡°Continue.¡± ¡°The requirements for the Aerial Knights includes having a runway, storehouses, fuel oil and ammunition reserves. We already have feasible blueprints for them, and will take at most a week to be completed. Your Majesty¡ª¡± Karl placed his hand across his chest. ¡°The minimum we will need is a week. In a week, it will satisfy your most fundamental requirements; the rest can be broken into phases, to add on, perfect, and extend.¡± ¡°What about the materials for construction?¡± Barov asked. ¡°Once the North Slope Mountain takes off, it will be difficult to transport them upwards.¡± ¡°Leave that to me to ponder.¡± When it came to professional queries, Karl always planned in advance. ¡°North Slope Mountain¡¯s mountainside has a sizable lake formed naturally from the spring water that comes from the mountain top. The engineering team can enclose it and form a natural water reservoir to supply water for daily use and construction.¡± ¡°Secondly, we can excavate the mountain to obtain limestone required for cement. I believe that Lady Eleanor wouldn¡¯t mind having the floating island slightly lighter. Bricks, lumber¡ªall of these¡ªcan be obtained on the spot, while materials such as steel should be prepared ahead of time. If Miss Hummingbird is willing to help, I think that we can load up a considerable amount of resources. ¡°Aside from that, the Third Border City¡¯s Taquila witches can assist as well. As long as we make minor changes to the contiguous caves, they will form the best warehouses. With all of these things, even if we are unable to resupply the floating island in the short term, the project team can continue working for at least a year or two.¡± He turned to Barov. ¡°Of course, if the furnace area and steel-making plants are preserved, this amount of time will undoubtedly extend.¡± Roland could not help but to clap. The proposed plan was the most suitable method considering the time constraints¡ªensuring that the floating island possessed the basic fighting capabilities in the shortest time, and leaving the other constructions, like residential, functional buildings to the later for improvement. ¡°Barov, what do you think?¡± ¡°It means that aside from the First Army, we will need a large population living on it.¡± The old director stroked his beard. ¡°I will have to think up a recruitment plan.¡± Roland smiled in satisfaction; it appeared that the duo had grasped the crux of the plan. The floating island meant going for a long and drawn out battle away from the mainland, and the living conditions in the early stages was incomparable to those in Neverwinter. As a result, be it the promotion or remuneration, the Administrative Office had to prepare adequately¡ªonly a group of zealous workers brimming with determination would complete the tasks efficiently. In the past, it was Roland that personally took the lead for the planning. With Barov taking up the position, he obviously had a clear understanding of his governing principles. ¡°Go ahead as discussed.¡± Roland finally gave the go ahead. ¡­ ¡°Welcome back, my lord.¡± When Victor entered the office in Miracle Building, Tinkle immediately rushed forward and welcomed him just like back in the hotel. The Rainbow Stone business was picking up, with many competitors appearing. To safeguard his supply, he had no other choice but to move between Everwinter and the Port of Clearwater. Although the operation was draining, he took pleasure in it. Compared to the uncertain jewelry business, he was far closer to his initial target than before¡ªto become a successful businessman to support the family. Just as Victor extended a hand out, Tinkle handed a copy of Graycastle Weekly to him. This tacit understanding made him smile. Although the Port of Clearwater also had the weekly newspapers, there was always a two to three weeks delay. Towards a city like Neverwinter, two or three weeks was enough for great changes. As expected, the large header on the front page immediately captured his attention. ¡°Heading for the skies¡ªofficial announcement of the Heaven Plan.¡± Chapter 1446 - Skycarrier Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°The key to ending the Battle of Divine Will has been found¡­¡± Victor muttered to himself. ¡°His Majesty is determined to take the initiative and attack our enemies to end the flames of war outside the Fertile Plains?¡± Even after experiencing so many inconceivable matters in the past, the headlines was still as shocking as before. Every line was worth being elaborated. Back in the past, such news would have never left the confines of royalty, much less an ordinary businessman like him of zero noble status. The report had an extremely grand drawing: the commotion caused by the descent on the floating island into the sea did not announce the end of the demons¡¯ attack. Thousand of kilometers away, a new Blackstone stronghold was rushing towards Neverwinter through day and night. Beneath it held millions of demons¡ªenough to drown the entire human kingdom! To prevent this from occurring, the king had decided to take action and prevent the flames of war from affecting the ordinary citizens. Upon defeating the approaching enemies, the King would send out an expeditionary force to the other side of the world where the boundary between both continents existed, to remove the threat of the Battle of Divine Will. Upon obtaining success, a long and peaceful era would emerge, and be it demons or demonic beasts, nothing would ever threaten the safety of mankind. Victor was familiar with expeditions, since he had personally witnessed a miracle more than a year ago. Relying on the heavy machinery called a train, the First Army had transported troops to the deserted Fertile Plains almost five hundred kilometers away and defeated the demons that occupied the northern ruins. At that time, Graycastle Weekly had a detailed written record of the entire process, with a realistic drawing termed as a ¡®photograph.¡¯ Victor could still recall the sensation of overlooking the black train¡¯s rushing headlong into the Fertile Plains. But this time, King Roland seemed to have taken one step further, one that was even more thorough. He¡¯s actually planning on moving a mountain into the sky to become an expedition stronghold! Can it truly be accomplished by human hands? Victor eagerly flipped to the second page. He saw the plan being divided into three phases, the first being the lift off stage¡ªthe entire North Slope Mountain and a kilometer of soil beneath would be escape the restraints of the Impassable Mountain Range and become a single entity. The second phase was flight test stage. North Slope Mountain would be integrated into the army and be conferred with the name ¡°Eleanor Skycruiser¡± officially. In this phase, the floating island would patrol Neverwinter¡¯s surroundings multiple times for training as well as await the perfect opportunity to attack. The last phase was the official set off, to fight the enemy a thousand kilometers away. The Administrative Office termed the battle as the war to decide the fate of mankind. Aside from soldiers, the support provided by various professions was equally as important; thus, the remuneration given were rather handsome, two to three times that of a peer working in a similar job in Neverwinter. Aside from that, volunteers would have their name added onto a monument that would stand tall perpetually inside King¡¯s City. Additionally, Lord Barov divulged at the end that only those who volunteered to go aboard the floating island would have the opportunity to witness mankind¡¯s strongest weapon in history. At this point, Victor realized that the Administrative Office would be crammed to the point where not a single drop of water could flow through. The difference between Neverwinter¡¯s citizens and migrants from other cities was how they viewed the floating island. When he interacted with the locals, he often got the misconception that the land not only belonged to King Roland, but that they also had a share in it. Furthermore, once an individual settled into the city and received his identity card, they would have the similar acknowledgment and sentiments towards the land, because he had experienced it for himself before. He would even hear migrants from the Kingdom of Dawn discussing about Neverwinter¡¯s various miracles with pride, something that was unheard of before. If not for his business, Victor had the urge to ascend the floating island and experience and witness everything. ¡°Connect me to the Administrative Office, tell them that Rainbow Stones is willing to contribute a thousand sets of clothes.¡± ¡°Yes, my lord.¡± Tinkle nodded. ¡°Right, have you asked about North Slope Mountain¡¯s exact flight date?¡± ¡°It should be within the next two or three days; the mountaintop already looks completely different from before.¡± ¡°In two or three days¡­ I¡¯m afraid that the good seats have already been snatched clean.¡± Victor folded the newspaper and walked to the window. Although the Miracle Building was tall, it was too far from the Impassable Mountain Range. Victor felt it appropriate to witness the marvel at close proximity. He turned and took out a key. ¡°Tinkle, you should know what to do, right?¡± Fortunately, anything that could be solved with money was not considered a big matter to him. ¡°Leave it to me, my lord.¡± Tinkle smiled and accepted the key. ¡­ Three days later, the First Army removed the cordon tape at the foot of the mountain, indicating to the public that the moment they had been waiting for was about to arrive. The current North Slope Mountain was completed different from before. From a distance, one could see dense scaffolding all around, the irregular mountain walls had been artificially remodeled¡ªnot only were the walls smoothened, there were various places that had been patched up. All of the patches that were either made out of metal or lubricating oil fabric were distinctly out of place with the stone walls, but made the natural structure look more like a weapon. What shocked Victor the most were the several hundred strips of flags that hung down from a high elevation. They were just like a skirt for the mountain that undulated like waves along with the wind. The tower and rifle emblem symbolized Graycastle Kingdom. The red, black, and white colors made it even more dignified. The visual impact was one that would live eternally in everyone¡¯s mind. The crowds on the street grew and by noon, all the main streets had become impenetrable. If not for the black-clothed policemen and army personnel directing the crowd towards the Misty Forest, half the city would be in deadlock. Following the deep and resounding alarm that resonated through the entire city, Victor, positioned at an exceptionally good spot on the roof of a building in West Street, felt tremors from the soles of his feet. Very quickly, the tremors turned into loud rumblings! In that instant, it felt as though the entire Neverwinter had boiled over¡ª It was the sound of the mountain being ripped apart. Despite being expectant of the proceedings, witnessing the scene first hand caused Victor to gape in shock. Tinkle grabbed onto his arm tightly. North Slope Mountain slowly ascended in an indomitable fashion, releasing dust from the severed connections with the Impassable Mountain Range. The scaffolding situated on the surface collapsed, seemingly powerless at restraining so gigantic. The fallen trees, gravel, and scaffolding were left behind, but were later lifted up by the even wider bottom. The entire scene resembled a radish being pulled out of the soil, except that the soil spanned over a kilometer of land. The floating island was in a distinct triangular shape with the lowest point situated at the center of the island. With the rise of North Slope Mountain, a gigantic pit was left in the ground¡¯s surface, and faced with the sudden disappearance of the ¡®roof¡¯, countless underground creatures scurried away, becoming one of the vivid footnotes in this historical event. This should have been an impossible task unachievable with human strength. But the flags swaying on the mountain announced that there was no mistake¡ªit declared that it belonged to Graycastle Kingdom, to mankind. After waking up from their shock, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. Once the first cries of ¡°long live His Majesty¡± sounded, it was destined that the chanting would not stop until a long while after. It took a long time for the feverish atmosphere to abate. Victor licked his dry lips and was about to bring Tinkle back to the hotel when he caught sight of an elderly figure on another roof from the corner of his eye. The figure looked so familiar that he slowed down in his tracks. Victor tried to take a better look, only to discover that the figure was gone. ¡°My lord, what is it?¡± Tinkle sensed his strange behavior. ¡°No, it¡¯s nothing¡­ I might have been seeing things.¡± Victor hesitated, because no matter how he saw it, the old man somewhat resembled his father. But how can Father appear here? He shook his head, and quickly threw the thought to the back of his mind. Chapter 1447 - The Unfulfilled Promise Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Inside Graycastle¡¯s parlor, Roland quietly observed the old man before him. Seated in a wheelchair with a head full of grizzled hair, sunken cheeks and wrinkles bulging on his forehead, the old man was clearly approaching the final years of his life. But compared to his age, his eyes remained clear and youthful, with the vigor of an adolescent. The monocle hanging on his nose bridge and bow tie at his neck added a touch to his bearing. At the same time, the old man was also observing Roland. Roland broke the silence after a short moment as he revealed a smile. ¡°It truly wasn¡¯t easy inviting you over from the Kingdom of Dawn. Welcome to Graycastle¡¯s new King City, Mr. Banach Lothar. It must have been a long and tough journey for you.¡± ¡°It is my honor to be received by the King of Graycastle¡­¡± The old man lowered his head slightly. ¡°But may I ask, what does Your Majesty have for me?¡± ¡°You¡¯ve already contributed greatly to Graycastle; there isn¡¯t anything you need to do.¡± ¡°Me?¡± The old man revealed a look of surprise. ¡°Your Majesty, are you mistaken about something?¡± Typically, a man at such an age would have their thought processes slow down substantially, their speech turning inarticulate or stammering, but not only did Banach Lothar reply promptly, he managed to control his facial muscles to maintain a poker face, enough to prove that his mind had never stopped or slowed down. Compared to the inevitable aging of the body, his mind was still working at his prime. ¡°I know of your concerns, but be at ease, I have no ill intentions towards Black Money.¡± Roland spread open his hands. ¡°The ¡®Oracle¡¯ that delivered the information to you is from Neverwinter. In fact, I was the one to decide that the information was to be delivered to you.¡± By using Pasha as his mouthpiece and using the reason of it being the opportune moment for the incarnation ceremony as way to summon Banach Lothar, Roland had men forcibly take him back to the castle upon verifying his identity. Although this method was considered crude, it was straightforward. ¡°Your Majesty¡­ I don¡¯t understand what you mean¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s fine, I will explain it until you do¡ªthis is a very complicated story, but I assure you that it¡¯s real.¡± Roland then narrated the story of the ancient witches, as well as the essence of the God¡¯s Punishment Army¡¯s incarnation ceremony. Soul containers only accepted consciousness that had magic power; in other words, non-magic humans could only turn into empty shells. In a sense, turning into a shell with no consciousness coincided with how the ancient witches extended their lives. If Black Money was an ordinary underground Chamber of Commerce, Roland would not have paid much attention to it. But Black Money had contributed greatly during the Western Front¡¯s military campaign against the demons, not only by assisting in providing intelligence network in Kingdom of Wolfheart and Everwinter, but they had also sent out crucial reports and filled the empty spaces which the witches were unable to investigate as a result of the areas being filed with Red Mist. Perhaps Banach Lothar¡¯s intent was never to help mankind or save humanity, but the contribution was tangible. Roland did not believe that turning a man of such meritorious deeds into a puppet without consciousness was a suitable reward; thus, he chose to personally interview him. After a long while, Banach Lothar took off his monocle and spoke with trembles in his voice. ¡°You mean to say that eternal life is nothing but a scam?¡± Roland sighed. ¡°At the present, the only ones capable of maintaining their consciousness and not age have to be magic power users. For humans, only witches can do that.¡± Even Roland himself, who opened up the Dream World, was incapable of instigating a response from the soul container. ¡°But after drinking all of that medicine, I truly feel that my body has turned for the better¡ª¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t mean that the medicine is useless. It increases the success rate of the ceremony by overdrafting one¡¯s vitality, but it cannot go on continuously like that,¡± Roland interrupted and shook his head. ¡°Very quickly, the side effects will surface, and that is the reason why I have sought you so urgently.¡± Banach Lothar was stunned. ¡°You mean to say, my days are numbered¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± Roland replied lamentably. ¡°I am unable to deliver a perfect promise, and can only attempt other means to make up for it. Black Money protected the witches, and contributed so much to the Battle of Divine Will. If you have anything on your mind, tell to me. We owe that to you.¡± Nightingale had questioned Roland earlier, to have Pasha and the others resolve issue on their own. By using the King¡¯s identity, it meant shifting the responsibility of the entire scam onto Graycastle itself. Nightingale was right, but Roland was aware that since Graycastle accommodated all the Taquila witches, it not only meant enjoying the benefits of their abilities, but shouldering their faults as well. ¡°¡­¡± Banach Lothar remained silent for a long time. ¡°Are you able to handle the matter, even in the Kingdom of Dawn?¡± ¡°You should know that of my influence on the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± ¡°Then I am at ease.¡± Unexpectedly, the other party did not fall into despair or turn hysterical, but instead revealed a calm smile. ¡°The reason for my desire to live longer is to ensure the survivability of Black Money for my children¡ªif I die, the other businessmen will not let this piece of the pie go. With such large benefits laid in front of them, a few lives are worth nothing. If Your Majesty is willing to get involved, I believe that no one will dare act blindly; that itself is much more reliable than me living longer. If that is the case, why should I harbor a grudge?¡± Roland muttered to himself irresolutely, then spoke to him. ¡°Are you sure you want that, as your reward?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, is that¡­ not possible?¡± ¡°It is possible.¡± He paused for a moment. ¡°Have you ever heard of the name ¡®Rainbow Stones?''¡± ¡°I have heard of it.¡± Banach pondered for a moment. ¡°If I recall correctly, it is a brand new line of clothes for your distinguished country that operates at a massive scale, with some products sold even at the Kingdom of Dawn¡ªbut forgive me for saying this, the style and design is still far inferior to ours.¡± That¡¯s because Victor only employed artisans from the Lothars family¡­ And he never told any of you that the price of such clothes is only a tenth of other clothes shop in Neverwinter. Roland coughed twice. ¡°From what I know, the founder behind this line of clothes is called Victor Lothars, your fourth son. Aside from that, the business revenue as of today has already surpassed ten thousand gold royals. With such a talent here, I believe that even without Graycastle¡¯s support, he will not lose to the other businessmen. Ten thousand gold royals was definitely a large amount, with only the sale of Chaos Drink in Neverwinter being able to beat that record¡ªthe reason was simple, not everyone needed beverages, but everyone needed clothes. With the Neverwinter¡¯s population turning highly centralized, the demand for necessities exploded. In the face of a booming industry capable of producing large amounts of profits, the deals made within the underground chamber of commerces were nothing. This time, Banach Lothar revealed genuine surprise. ¡°Your Majesty, is what you said¡­ true? Ever since he left the City of Glow, we have rarely communicated¡­ I thought he was still in the jewelry business¡­¡± ¡°Victor is now in Neverwinter, it won¡¯t be difficult for you to meet him and verify if what I said was true or not. But¡­ you have to make haste.¡± ¡°Yes¡­ I understand.¡± Banach Lothar could no longer help grab onto this opportunity, his actions clearly revealing the emotions buried at the bottom of his heart. ¡°Please excuse me, Your Majesty.¡± Roland nodded and was about to call for a few guards to send the old man out, when the latter spoke up again. ¡°You said that I have not much time left¡­ will it be possible for me to live my last few moments on the floating island?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland closed his eyes. ¡°If that is your wish.¡± When the doors closed, Nightingale appeared and whispered, ¡°Strange¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°In the beginning, his responses were strange, not to say that they were lies, but my magic power felt blurred, unlike the calm he presented.¡± Nightingale shrugged. ¡°I see,¡± Roland replied thoughtfully. ¡°You know why?¡± ¡°Maybe.¡± He lowered his voice and turned his head towards the window. ¡°The thing about eternal life is that it will always be attractive. When one¡¯s expectation fails to be met, it¡¯ll be the most difficult thing to accept, regardless of who it is.¡± ¡°But that¡¯s not a lie.¡± Nightingale repeated herself. ¡°Because he knew that no matter what he does, he can never change the outcome,¡± Roland replied wistfully. ¡°Since the outcome cannot be changed, he has to accept it¡ªrather than hold a grudge and become enemies with the King of Graycastle, why not act magnanimous and win a favorable impression. All other unnecessary emotions will simply turn into a sunken cost. That is what he most probably thinks. There are many that understand this, but very few are able to act on it¡­ That is what¡¯s impressive about him.¡± Roland somewhat understood why many of the businessmen in the Kingdom of Dawn were treated like nobles¡ªtheir ability to split control and have stop losses made them far more capable than a vast majority of the nobles. ¡°As for you¡ª¡± At this point, Roland turned towards Nightingale. ¡°Not only are you able to discern between truth or lies, you¡¯re actually able to sense their emotions. Are you about to evolve?¡± ¡°You think of me as a person who will intentionally hide the fact that I¡¯m about to evolve¡ªor in other words, am I that modest a person to you?¡± Nightingale cast a glance at him and replied sourly. Uh¡­ I have no response to that. Roland tactfully closed his mouth. Chapter 1448 - The Black Giant Bird Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Ring¡­¡± The telephone on the table rang. Roland spent a few seconds rummaging through a pile of machines before finding the connecting receiver, lowering his body and answering it. The label on the phone indicated that the caller was from the Aerial Knight Academy. Following the increase of lines to the office, Roland was compelled to add another table to his work area just to hold the phones. ¡°Really? I¡¯ll be right there.¡± After hanging up, Roland stood up with a joyful expression. He picked up the coat hanging on his chair and draped it over himself. ¡°Was that Tilly?¡± Nightingale asked, frowning. ¡°Yes, the preparations for the big plane is complete, they are going to have its trial flight soon.¡± The so called big plane mentioned by Roland was the Design Bureau of Graycastle¡¯s main focus¡ªthe Four-engined strategic bomber. Upon finding out that there was the possibility of obtaining a mobile runway, Roland immediately sought for the relevant technical staff and inquired about the feasibility of changing out engines. The answer he received was, so long as minor adjustments were made to the existing weight, there would not be an influence on the yielding of pneumatics. But modifying the Phoenix¡¯s engine brought about a substantial drop in performance; for example, the takeoff required a longer runway before the Phoenix was able to lift off, the internal fuel capacity dropped by half, and its flight time dropped to a third of its original time¡­ In all, the new planes were incapable of satisfying the demands previously raised for long distance raids. The only advantage was that outcomes could be immediately seen. The Phoenix¡¯s engine was an improved model of the star-shaped engine, a model Anna completely grasped over a year ago. It was relatively more mature and robust compared to the engines allocated to the large-scale bombers¡ªeven though the Bureau had supplied detailed blueprints, the prototype had to be first tested, and that definitely affected the progress of the entire project. In reality, when the plan was initially formulated, the bomber had been prioritized in the ¡®one year plan,¡¯ and was already considered a brazen plan for Neverwinter. Even if nothing unexpected occurred during the research and development stage, its production would still have taken another half a year. If not for Senior Lord Mask¡¯s actions that caused Roland to realize that the Deity of Gods had an internecine ability, a year would not have been considered long. But now, the situation was substantially different¡ªin the event where the Deity of Gods overdrafted on the God¡¯s Stone mine to ascend into the sky, destroying the core would not be able to prevent the floating island from falling and causing catastrophic destruction. With humanity¡¯s own Skycruiser in the form of a floating island, losing bombers was no longer a huge cause of concern anymore. Crossing over a tangled mess of lines, Roland wore the coat whilst walking to the door. ¡°We should take a look as well, this might be history¡¯s largest plane!¡± ¡°Clang¡ª¡± Just when he passed the mahogany table, his sleeve suddenly pulled a teapot on the table. By the time Roland was aware of this, the teapot was already falling to the ground irreversibly. ¡°Ah¡­¡± Nightingale moved slightly, her figure disappearing for an instant but she was still one step too late. The teapot tumbled in midair, as though something invisible had struck it, before dropping and shattering into pieces on the ground with the boiled tea splashing all over. ¡°Your reaction seems to have slowed quite a bit,¡± Roland quipped. ¡°In the past, you¡¯ve never slipped up on such things; have you been eating too much snacks that you¡¯ve become heavier?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale surprisingly didn¡¯t retort, and instead turned to look at her own hands. ¡°Leave it to the maids to clean it up, we need to head to the Aerial Knight Academy, Tilly is waiting for us there.¡± ¡­ At the Aerial Knight Academy runway, a black plane larger than the Seagull was being towed out of the hangar. Aside from its massive size, the broad dual wings and the four engines installed below were the fighter plane¡¯s distinct features. Although the thick and short outline of the star-shaped engines was not aesthetically matching with the slender plane, the spectators did not seem to mind the disharmony¡ªjust its unprecedented size was enough to capture their attention. Compared to the Fire of Heaven¡¯s dexterous form, the pure black paint made the plane look like a gigantic creature lying prone on the ground. Good was no exception. His eyes never left the plane ever since it came out. If not for his personal experience of flying the Fire of Heaven, he would never have believed that such a heavy plane could actually fly. But even so, Good¡¯s heart was filled with shock and awe¡ªfrom the fact that Neverwinter was able to produce such an exaggerated gizmo in a year of his absence, he simply felt that the Queen¡¯s abilities were just too exaggerated. Finkin, on the other hand, could not give any other descriptions other than repeat how huge it was. ¡°I reckon that only the most outstanding of Aerial Knights will have the qualifications to operate this beast?¡± Hinds sighed with emotion. ¡°In our class, I think only Good stands a chance.¡± ¡°Not really.¡± Unexpectedly, the one to reply to him was the usually cold Instructor Eagle Face. ¡°According to what I know, the pilot of the bomber will not be selected from the current pilots. That doesn¡¯t mean that these people aren¡¯t outstanding, but Princess Tilly believes that ensuring sky dominance is the main goal for the Aerial Knights. As long as the bomber is protected and any approaching enemies are shot down, it doesn¡¯t matter if the huge plane is operated by a team of recruits.¡± ¡°Instructor¡­¡± The three of them straightened their backs. ¡°Rest easy soldiers, I¡¯m not here to reprimand you.¡± Eagle Face glanced at them emotionlessly. ¡°You are all the best of the best among the Aerial Knights, have more confidence in yourselves.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± The three saluted. ¡°Everyone will be going up against the demon¡¯s main force soon. Work hard.¡± Eagle Face turned and walked away with a wave of his hand. Finkin heaved a sigh of relief. ¡°Why do I feel that Instructor is feeling especially¡­¡± ¡°Gentle?¡± Hinds added. ¡°Yeah.¡± Good shrugged. ¡°But if the words we speak behind his back reaches him, he will not hesitate to send you guys to a week of toilet duty.¡± The two immediately switched topics. Right at this moment, the black plane¡¯s propeller started spinning at high speeds, the loud humming noises drowning the discussions of the spectators. Even after so long, hearing the familiar and pulsating cadence caused Good¡¯s heart to pump with ardor. I really love flying¡­ With the unending striking sounds of the pistons, the bomber gradually moved forward and gained speed¡ªthe entire process took longer than the Fire of Heaven, but upon reaching the end of the runway, it still only lifted its nose by a bit. Gravity no longer had its clutches on the plane. It was as though the black beast had expanded its wings while facing the damp sea breeze to climb to the skies. After its takeoff, the bomber adjusted its direction and flew northwest of Neverwinter. In that direction, the floating North Slope Mountain appeared especially strikingly. Good knew that the essential factors to their initiative had been completed. The time for the decisive battle was right in front of their eyes. Chapter 1449 - Journey Together Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After dealing with all official business, Roland returned to his room and saw Anna arranging her clothes, with a large leather suitcase at her side. ¡°Uh¡­ What are you doing?¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you tell.¡± She patted the folded clothes. ¡°Preparing for a long journey.¡± ¡°Then Neverwinter has to stop everything.¡± Roland cracked a joke. ¡°Is it really good that the Minister of Industry is able to leave without saying a word?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you worry. Aside from the steam turbines, the few finished products to strengthen the piston engine, the factory is already in the production stage, and at the most, the number of qualified products will drop slightly. Also, the Society of Wondrous Crafts members you¡¯ve brought back are all talented. Letting them take over for a while isn¡¯t a bad thing.¡± ¡°Wait a minute¡­¡± Roland sensed something amiss. Anna had picked out all the plain and durable clothes, with not a single party dress or formal silk gown. There was not even a single skirt within them, and she did not appear to be joking. ¡°Where are you going?¡± ¡°To the floating island, with you.¡± She revealed a ¡°do-you-still-need-to-ask¡± expression. ¡°You¡¯re not planning to wait in Neverwinter for the outcome at the frontlines, right? I can tell that you¡¯ve made that decision after conversing with the Three Chiefs of Taquila. Furthermore, traveling to the Bottomless Land from the ridge of the continent is far more convenient, so that gives you more of a reason not to come back here.¡± ¡°That won¡¯t do¡ª¡± Roland subconsciously denied her. ¡°Firstly, ignoring the fact of how this final battle with the demons will turn out, no one knows what is in the Bottomless Land. And Hackzord mentioned that the land there has been overrun by Sky-sea Realm; the risks are too much, you don¡¯t even know¡ª¡± ¡°Smack.¡± Anna extended both arms to gently slap his cheeks, then shake his head by force before caressing them. ¡°I know. And because of that, I¡¯m going.¡± Her voice was soft and gentle, but Roland knew from one look in her eyes that she was accepting no as an answer. And in that instant, the image of her during their first encounter overlapped with her current appearance. At that time, Anna still had a trace of her nascency. She had nothing but her ability. Even so, her resolve once she made up her mind had always been difficult to change. Roland could only attempt one last time. ¡°You¡¯re different from the past. As Queen, leaving Neverwinter to take on this unnecessary risk is not the mature thing¡ª¡± ¡°If I am truly mature, I would not have agreed to let you go to the Bottomless Land without knowing anything about it at all.¡± Anna pressed down on his shoulders, cutting him off. ¡°As to what would eventually happen to you, be it you failing or disappearing, all of them are possible outcomes. In other words, this final attack might possibly be our last time seeing each other again. Do you think I¡¯m willing to stay in the city? Since everyone is taking the same risk, it isn¡¯t much for me to join.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Roland knew that his last attempt had failed. After all, in a flipped situation, he would never be willing to wait alone. ¡°If we don¡¯t return¡­¡± ¡°Then it will be a situation so terrible that it can¡¯t get any worse right?¡± Anna released her hands and laughed. ¡°But even so, I will not regret it.¡± ¡­ Passing through the contorted black and white lines, Nightingale entered the empty office. With it so late at night, most people had already fallen asleep, leaving only a few flickering flames in the courtyard dancing to the night breeze. After drawing the curtains, she pulled open a drawer, taking the glowing magic stone and placing it into a light holder. Very quickly, the room was lit with a mild light. The broken teapot had been cleared long ago along with a replaced rug, as though the little incident had never occurred. Nightingale walked past the telephone table and found her target¡ªa wooden case covered up by the messy files at the table head. In the Mist, she could distinguish objects without light. In this unique domain that felt like a completely different world, it was forever in its monochrome state. Black, white, and gray constructed the entire world even without any light source. Except for this. She opened the case; in it were filled with papers with scribbling written all over, and a few bright stones. Nightingale took one stone piece and placed it in her palm, then attempted to enter the Mist. Just as the surging magic power took form, it immediately scattered, as though obstructed by something. ¡°As I¡¯ve expected¡­¡± She sighed as she placed the stone back into the case, feeling somewhat depressed. It was a report from the Magic Tower; if it wasn¡¯t not from Agatha or Celine, then it was from Isabella. But the possibility of it being written collectively by the three of them remained¡ªthe crisis of the Deity of Gods had just been resolved, but the Red Mist on the Hermes Plateau had not dissipated completely. The Taquila witches had to digest the findings and experiments done by the pure witches; thus, Isabella chose to temporarily live in Neverwinter. Together with the technology obtained from the demons, plenty of results were obtained, with a report due to be sent in the coming days. Typically, Roland would complete reading the report on the same day, but this day was an exception. With the separation of North Slope Mountain and the test flight of the huge plane arranged on the same day, Roland never had the opportunity to open the case. But Nightingale noticed the existence of the stone right from the beginning. After all, there were only two things that were not affected in the Mist, one being magic power, and the second being the pure dark cavity formed by God¡¯s Stones. According to Isabella¡¯s research, the two might even be connected. Thus, Nightingale had long noticed the black blob of light when Roland had met with Banach Lothar, just that compared to a God¡¯s Stone, its range of influence was on a much smaller scale, obviously a result from Isabella¡¯s alterations. As it was a specimen related to the report, she did not pay much heed to it. The small stone was the reason why Nightingale was unable to react when the teapot dropped¡ªthe black light shielded the falling teapot, and inside the Mist, her body had deemed the situation ¡®irreversible.¡¯ If it were merely so, Nightingale would had attributed it as an accident. However, she had seen a line that outlined a table being ejected upon her contact, passing through the blob of black light to collide with the teapot, ultimately altering the falling trajectory of the teapot. Distortions in the Mist could not be controlled. Even she had to be careful around unsettled lines; otherwise, she might be the one to be severed. It was her first time witnessing such a thing. But Nightingale was unsure if it was a coincidence, or if something had changed within her. She attempted to manifest the ability again by touching the edge of the table in the Mist repeatedly, mimicking the situation a couple of times but to no avail. Seems like I¡¯m overthinking this. Nightingale awkwardly retracted her hand.Agatha¡¯s right, just because many of the Witches are able to do it, I shouldn¡¯t assume that evolving is a simple thing. Fortunately for me, I hadn¡¯t said anything, otherwise Roland would have made fun of me. She put the glowing magic stone back into the drawer and departed the office by retracing her steps. ¡°Crack¡­¡± The room that had regained its silence suddenly produced a soft sound. At the table side that was hidden from sight, a crack blossomed along the wood grain. Chapter 1450 - Taquila Street Battle Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Days later. South of the Fertile Plains, Tower Station No. 10. Balshan lay prone outside the turret, looking at the silhouette of the ancient city a distance away. She had once read a report in the weekly newspaper about the Northern Expedition. She knew it was once the famous witch city in history, Taquila. In order to conquer it, demons went to great lengths, but were ultimately sent retreating by the First Army. And now, they were here to defeat new enemies, so as to recapture Taquila. One minute¡­ Thirty seconds¡­ Ten seconds¡­ As she counted silently in her head, she covered her ears. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannon¡¯s booming sounded behind her. The continuous reverberations transmitted to the vehicles through the ground as she felt her arms turn slightly numb. They were the 152mm Longsong Cannon of the Artillery Squad which were raining metal on the target. Compared to the short-barrel cannon on the tank, they were on two completely different levels. ¡°Team Leader, haven¡¯t you gotten used to the cannon booms?¡± The driver, Bay, turned his head and quipped. He sat cross-legged in the front area of the vehicle, and even in a battlefield strewn with corpses and the stench of rotting demonic beasts wafting through it, he continued consuming his meal. ¡°That won¡¯t do. You need to learn how to let your ears filter out the unimportant noises. Only then can you constantly maintain your focus.¡± ¡°To me, you just have a poor sense of hearing.¡± Balshan cast her sight away emotionlessly. Although the driver and the cannoneer were veteran soldiers with rich experience, according to the rules, the Vehicle Commander was the leader of the team. Besides, in terms of age, it was even possible that she was older than the both of them. ¡°The only thing I need to listen out for is any abnormal sounds from the Sigil of Screaming, not the sound of cannons or your nonsense, get it?¡± ¡°Team Leader¡­ What you said is a little harsh.¡± Bay smacked his lips. ¡°I thought a witch would be sweet and adorable, just like Angel Nana¡­¡± ¡°Five years ago, witches were the devil¡¯s minions, the embodiment of evil.¡± ¡°Uh¡ª No one will like you if you act this way.¡± ¡°What nonsense. I think Team Leader¡¯s pretty good,¡± Cannoneer Shure interjected. ¡°She¡¯s straightforward and capable. She has never had any military experience, but she¡¯s able to adapt to the battlefield in such a short amount of time. She¡¯s the best choice of being Vehicle Commander.¡± Both of them looked at Shure. The latter was stunned. ¡°Why? Did I say something wrong?¡± ¡°No.¡± Balshan shrugged. ¡°Although you missed nine out of ten shots during training, you don¡¯t seem completely inept.¡± The cannoneer revealed a look of pleasure. ¡°Enough, enough. Let¡¯s not talk about this any further.¡± Bay hurriedly switched topics. ¡°By the way, Team Leader, back at Tower Station No. 9, who was the person waiting outside the camp for you? He seemed to be wearing a First Army uniform as well. Is he your friend?¡± ¡°Why are you asking about this?¡± Bay said, a little embarrassed, ¡°I saw a medal hanging off his chest and wish to get to know him. Being awarded a medal isn¡¯t an easy task. He must be someone impressive.¡± ¡°I do know him, but he¡¯s not that impressive. Without me, he would probably have been food for the demonic beasts.¡± Balshan feigned indifference, but her tone slowed down significantly. ¡°Wow, your standards are way too high¡­¡± Before he finished his sentence, she covered her ears again. It was another deafening salvo. Bay, who wasn¡¯t prepared at all, curled his lips from the rumbling boom. And after these booms, three green flares flew into the sky¡ªa signal for attacking. ¡°It doesn¡¯t seem like your focus is that focused either.¡± Balshan patted the steel plate by the side of the turret. ¡°Convoy 12, set off immediately!¡± Bay didn¡¯t provide a rejoinder. Instead, he threw the canister in his hand away and rushed from the driver¡¯s seat to the back of the vehicle. Shure also went into the cramped turret and prepared for battle. Regardless of how it was typically, none of them showed any sense of carelessness at critical moments. Balshan raised her telescope and saw that under the assault of the artillery, many demonic beasts were fleeing from the ruins and heading north. And turning to look back, the First Army had split into dozens of tiny teams and were advancing steadily behind the tracks of tanks. Such a formation clearly wasn¡¯t used to deal with hybrids. The deeper they were into the plains, the more blade beasts they would encounter. It went from one every two to three days to several in a day. Due to the difficulty in detecting them with the naked eye, they were harder to deal with compared to the typical demonic beast. Without a doubt, the strategy provided by the upper echelons of the military was effective. Sigil of Screaming and Sigil of Resonance would discover the targets beyond the range of short-barreled cannons and then annihilate them. However, the enemy appeared to be nothing as simple as pure wild beasts. They knew how to conceal themselves and launch a surprise assault on the troops. Cannon fire was able to frighten away the demonic beasts, but it was unable to frighten away the blade beasts. As such, recapturing the railway¡¯s strongholds took quite a lot of work for everyone. After paying a certain price, the First Army rapidly established a battle strategy with armor troops at its core. Originally, the flintlock troops would treat tanks as scouts, but now, they learned how to rely on them to clear out the enemy. And the Taquila Ruins in front of them was, to date, the most complicated battlefield that wasn¡¯t in the wild. Half an hour later, as one of the vanguards, Convoy 12 drove into Taquila. To Balshan¡¯s side were Convoys 9 and 17. According to the plan, they were responsible for clearing the main street that led to the western square and reacquire the two fortresses that were established there. After studying her surroundings, Balshan could not help but feel her scalp tingle. Many stone buildings made the situation in the city extremely complex. Even the Sigil of Screaming¡¯s detection range was greatly reduced. She now had to rely on listening to various magic power sources, but was ultimately unable to determine the target¡¯s exact location. ¡°How did you guys take down this place previously?¡± ¡°Simple. As long as you get rid of the Red Mist towers and those skeletons, the demons would naturally retreat,¡± Shure replied. ¡°Have you found the enemy?¡± ¡°Not yet. But I am certain that there are many monsters hiding in this city.¡± After saying that, Balshan gestured to the soldiers behind her, requesting that they stayed closer to the tank. This also resulted in them opening a gap with the other two convoys. Shortly after, a gray cement fortress appeared at the end of the street. Although the First Army was forced to abandon it, the solid construction was not damaged by the enemy. At this moment, the sound of the Sigil of Screaming intensified clearly. Balshan frowned. That wasn¡¯t the sound a blade beast should have. She looked towards the Vehicle Commander of Convoy 9, Amy. The latter shook her head, indicating that she was confounded as well. And when they drove past the fortress, the sigil¡¯s hums were so loud that even Bay could hear it. For precautionary reasons, she made the two vehicle convoys stop temporarily. She planned on heading to the square alone and bring along the Sigil of Resonance which had been activated. Even if the target wasn¡¯t a blade beast, she wanted to see where the source of magic power pointed. Soon, a glow appeared out of thin air, pointing to the middle of the nearby square¡ªbut there was nothing there. Could it be that she had encountered a new type of invisible enemy? That¡¯s not right. Balshan quickly discovered that the bricks on the surface of the square seemed to have been pried away. There were signs of black corrosion in the vicinity. That thing was hiding underground! The moment she had that thought, the soil underneath the bricks suddenly rose. A monster formed of ribs and flesh and blood crawled out from underground, spewing out a pile of ¡°transparent bodies!¡± If not for the sticky mucus that remained on those things, Balshan wouldn¡¯t have been able to detect them. Almost at the same time, the Sigil of Screaming released a loud warning. She suddenly came to the realization that all those things were blade beasts! Chapter 1451 - The Secret to Having Good Aim Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Get back now!¡± Balshan crouched down and roared, ¡°Shure, fire straight ahead!¡± ¡°Understood, taking aim¡ª¡± ¡°Stop aiming, just fire!¡± She pulled open the gun bolt and turned towards the monster, momentarily forgetting to tune the Sigil of Resonance. As the vehicle reversed, the 75mm short barrel eventually spewed flames. The 300 meters distance between the vehicle and monster was covered in the blink of an eye. The instant Shure opened fire, a pillar of smoke appeared on the bloodied monster. It looked like a miss, but the trio caught sight of the falling limbs amidst the twirling smoke. Despite the small caliber of the cannon, it was still a cannon and not something a machine gun could compare to. From the dust cloud formed, Balshan roughly estimated more than 10 outlines of blade beasts. ¡°This monster¡­ is carrying a bunch of blade beasts?¡± At this time, Bay finally reacted. ¡°That¡¯s right, I¡¯m afraid that this is the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s Nest Mother mentioned in the manual,¡± Balshan replied, but there were too many differences as compared to the illustration, as though the one in front of them was a mutated species. Retreating back to the corner of the street, the other two convoys had noticed the commotion. Before Balshan could speak up, Amy started screaming. ¡°The other tank team is less than two streets west of us, it¡¯ll only take five minutes to meet up with them!¡± ¡°No, don¡¯t go, it¡¯s too late!¡± Balshan screamed at the top of her lungs. ¡°Let the soldiers enter the fortress!¡± ¡°You want us to meet the enemy head on here? There¡¯s more than one of them!¡± The vehicle commander of Convoy 17, Hero, revealed an expression of shock. ¡°It¡¯s precisely because there are more than one of them, so we can¡¯t retreat!¡± Despite the severity of the situation, Balshan¡¯s mind was extremely clear. Just the three tanks were definitely insufficient and incapable of stopping more than 10 blade beasts. If they were allowed to charge into the soldiers, the loss would be irrevocable. But they were different, as Isabella had mentioned, the armored weapons they were in were basically capable of offense and defense by design. Even if they were surrounded by the enemy, it did not determine the outcome of the battle. ¡°Hero, please seal that passageway. Only by doing so can we let loose and fight!¡± The latter turned and looked at the corroded and deformed steel doors of the fortress and immediately understood her intent. ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Amy, follow behind me!¡± ¡°Er¡­ Fine, alright.¡± Although Balshan was not the commanding officer of the team, Amy nodded her head subconsciously. ¡°Team Leader, you¡¯re really¡­ too cool!¡± Shure added respectfully. ¡°You can bootlick me after everyone returns safely.¡± Balshan grinned. She knew that doing so wasn¡¯t that great an idea, but was unable to control herself. She didn¡¯t hate Dusk, but there was nothing interesting at all during the period in which she accompanied her at the developing areas. She could not lie to herself, while being chased after by the Church, she had assumed that a quiet life was her goal, but from the looks of it, she was more suited for the smoke and flames on the battlefield. Maybe this is the reason why I awakened as a Combat Witch? After the soldiers were safe in the fortress, Convoy 17 revved the engine and reversed towards the doors at full speed¡ª With a loud bang, the tank inserted itself straight into the wall, forming a blockhouse fixed in place. By doing so, the invisible assassins of the Sky-sea Realm were no longer able to pass through the steel barrier and attack the relatively weaker soldiers. At this moment, blade beasts appeared several hundred meters away on the road. Despite being unable to actually see them, Balshan was able to mark out their locations with the magic power lines produced by the Sigil of Resonance. ¡°Straight ahead at full speed, don¡¯t stop!¡± She roared and dived straight into the turret, sealing the entrance to it. The war machine not only had its cannons and machine guns to kill its enemies, but its massive bulk itself proved to be extremely fatal as long as it maintained a certain speed! While stepping on the gas pedal, Balshan looked into the side mirror, and suddenly noticed a magic power line that extended into the air! Wait, those monsters can fly? That¡¯s not right. She quickly reacted¡ªthe enemy had pounced high into the sky over a large distance! She held onto the armrest tightly as her entire body stretched perfectly straight. Whether or not I live or die depends on the workmanship of the Neverwinter artisans. ¡°Bang!¡± The enemy smashed heavily onto the top of the vehicle with an impact so massive it formed a small depression on the metal plate, along with a reverberating sound that caused the trio¡¯s eardrums to go numb. Even so, the vehicle merely shook, and did not show even the slightest amount of stop or reduction in speed. Balshan immediately felt emboldened. ¡°I¡¯ll take charge of aiming.¡± She turned the turret while commanding, ¡°You only need to pull the trigger.¡± ¡°Then what about me?¡± Bay asked. ¡°The goal is that monster, so long as you do not crash into the wall, you¡¯re free to drive however you like!¡± Balshan ignored the pouncing enemies knowing that her comrades would deal with them. If the bloody monster was truly a Nest Mother, it was their first priority to eliminate it; otherwise, the number of blade beasts on the ground would only increase. Amid the rumbling of the Magic Cube Power Unit, the tank braved through the crowd of blade beasts. The coaxial machine gun spewed bullets fervently, causing substantial damage on the blade beasts that did not wield barrier abilities like senior demons. When the damage done was fatal on critical spots, it was enough to cause the target to fall during its pounce. Although they were not dead, the steel caterpillar tracks completed the job. The blade beasts were only capable of impaling through the tank¡¯s steel plates when their front blades blossomed with blue light, but this move exposed themselves to the scope of the machine guns. Under the circumstances that they were unable to harm one another, Amy had evidently used Balshan as a target, with the majority of Convoy 9¡¯s bullets focused on the sides of the Balshan¡¯s vehicle. Very quickly, the two tanks tore a path through the enemy, with piles of badly mutilated corpses left all around the tracks. When their vitality ceased, the confusing invisibility stopped functioning, revealing all the weak points located at the bottom part of the blade beasts. Balshan¡¯s tank was equally as worn out, with the machine gun gone and a few large holes on the large vehicle that allowed black blood to leak inside. The closest the enemy had reached was a stab that was merely a few inches from her, to the point that she was able to feel the burning magic power from the tip of the blade. But the greatest difference between machine and biological lifeforms was that even with all the bruises, the tank¡¯s performance never dropped. It maintained its full speed across the plaza, while the enemy¡¯s pulverized internal organs served as a lubricant for the wheels. The Nest Mother might had sensed the situation turn against it as it started to turn and flee. However, the huge body moved in a manner that could be fully described as clumsy. ¡ªThey were not in the Swirling Sea after all. ¡°What is the most crucial factor to having a good aim?¡± Balshan asked. ¡°Being close enough,¡± Shure replied seriously. ¡°Then you better don¡¯t miss!¡± Bay shouted loudly as he controlled the tank towards its target as it suddenly thrust into the enemy¡¯s ribs. The monster unleashed an ear-piercing roar. From the position of the cannoneer, their entire vision was the target. Shure pulled the trigger without hesitation. The 75mm Howitzer unleashed its high explosive shell that penetrated into the monster¡¯s body, almost running through the entire body and exploded at the head Chapter 1452 - The Deviating Sky-sea Realm Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations A minute later, another tank squadron rushed over to the intersection of Convoy 12¡¯s and Convoy 9¡¯s battlefield. ¡°Amy, Balshan, are you guys alright?¡± The leader, Iffy, shouted from afar. Balshan waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, while Amy shouted back excitedly. ¡°Why are you here? We just got rid of a large fella!¡± ¡°Wasn¡¯t it because of the loud cannon booms.¡± Iffy finally relaxed after seeing that the two were unharmed. She jumped down the tank and quickly walked over to the monster¡¯s body that had experienced having a high explosive shell tear through its body, and asked in shock. ¡°What is this?¡± ¡°It should be a Nest Mother, but honestly, I¡¯m not too sure,¡± Balshan muttered. It could be said that the discharge had been delivered cleanly, not only were the internal organs completely destroyed, even the head had been blasted off. Of course, whether or not the monster had a head was a different question altogether¡ªsince according to logic, living creatures would not flee while running backwards. The magic power within the monster dissipated subsequently, causing it to turn into its meat pulp state the instant the body collapsed. The only thing left standing were the two rows of completely damaged ribs. ¡°Are you sure this is a Nest Mother?¡± Iffy fished out her manual and compared them with a frown. ¡°The bone structure seems similar, but it seems smaller, and there aren¡¯t many tentacles¡­ Right, have you seen the eyes inside its body?¡± The enormous compound eye was the Nest Mother¡¯s most prominent feature. According to the manual, it was more or less the same size as the Nest Mother¡¯s internal organs and situated right in the center. It was impossible to miss. Balshan shook her head. ¡°I guessed that she was the Nest Mother, only because it was able to carry many blade beasts. As for everything else, I¡¯m as confused as you are. But¡­¡± She paused for a moment. ¡°Ignoring the Nest Mother, all the monsters here differ slightly from all the ones stated in the manual. If you don¡¯t believe me, look at that dead blade beasts¡ª¡± Iffy then realized that the peculiarities on the blade beast corpses around the Nest Mother. ¡°Are those¡­ wings?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Balshan answered. ¡°It looks as light and thin as a cicada¡¯s wings, but much larger in size. Using these wings, they were able to pounce across large distances, that is something unprecedented.¡± ¡°I sort of understand why the higher ups wants us to retrieve intact Sky-sea Realm specimens.¡± Iffy sighed after staring at the corpses for a long time. ¡°Their rate of evolution and variation is too astonishing.¡± ¡°That is a question the higher ups have to consider.¡± Balshan climbed up her tank and gestured to Iffy. ¡°As for us¡ªwe just have to destroy them.¡± ¡­ The report of the First Army reclaiming the Taquila Ruins quickly arrived at Roland¡¯s office. In this ¡°city battle¡±, the demonic beasts were no longer the main enemies. This was the first large-scale appearance of the Sky-sea Realm and the majority of the threat were from the blade beasts. But compared to the previous time when a single or two blade beasts were enough to thwart the troops¡¯ defense line, the outcome could be said to be completely different. The newly commissioned armor unit displayed its decisive effectiveness in battle, not only by locking down the enemy¡¯s position but also winning most of the battles. The First Army paid an extremely small price to eliminate most of the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s presence, and gained a stable foothold on the Fertile Plains. Amongst the achievements, Convoys 12 and 9 had eliminated a Nest Mother as well as over ten blade beasts together while coming out unscathed, which completely overhauled how the army perceived battles. Aside from asserting details of the battle, the remaining report were related to applying for an increase in production of the tanks. Even with insufficient witches, the army was willing to allow ordinary officers to take command of the vehicles. Obviously, they had tasted the benefits of having the heavy armor with all-encompassing offense and defense capabilities. Roland was not surprised by the outcome¡ªthe title of being the king of ground battles was established from the two World Wars, declaring the importance and weight of tanks in battles. If not for that, he would not had transferred a team to specially learn how to pilot the vehicles during the early phase of producing the tractors. Compared to this matured weapon, Roland was more concerned over the monster corpses being delivered back by trains. At noon time, Agatha¡¯s phone call came. It was regarding the preliminary verdict on the dissection and analysis of the corpses. ¡­ Upon entering the Magic Tower¡¯s lower levels, a cold breeze welcomed Roland. A pile of large ice cubes were arranged in an orderly manner inside the large basement. People unaware would assume that the place was an ice storage, but Roland knew that the ice cubes were frozen Sky-sea Realm corpses transported back from the front lines for the Witch Union to research. The dissecting area was located in the center of the room, where Agatha removed her gloves and performed the union¡¯s hand salute to him. ¡°You seem happy,¡± Roland tightened his collar and commented. ¡°Because I¡¯m back to my old job again.¡± Agatha smiled. ¡°To be honest, the ice-cold laboratory still suits me best. Representing Taquila¡¯s expeditions, all those political meets and conferences aren¡¯t my strengths.¡± With regards to the best representative of the ancient witches, Pasha was obviously the most suitable, but moving the carrier¡¯s large body was mostly inconvenient, thus Agatha was rationally chosen as the second best candidate. Seeing Roland¡¯s desire to express himself but at a loss for words, the Ice Witch took the initiative and waved her hand. ¡°Relax, your Majesty, the Battle of Divine Will takes precedence, I understand that.¡± He nodded and focused on the pressing issues at hand. ¡°What did you discover?¡± ¡°Your Majesty, please take a look here.¡± Agatha condensed an ice blade at her fingertips, and pricked into a large organ. ¡°This was retrieved from the new Nest Mother, I found distinct signs of age in its interior. Likewise, I haven¡¯t seen such a thing on any of the blade beasts.¡± ¡°Signs of age?¡± Roland frowned. He noticed that there was a clear dark blotch of creases at where the ice blade was. ¡°That¡¯s right. Magic Power is capable of strengthening the magic user¡¯s body, something proven on witches and demons, so naturally the Sky-sea Realm will not be an exception. And the most obvious indicator of the physical enhancement is an increased life expectancy,¡± Agatha explained in detail. ¡°I have consulted the reports supplied by the demons, and there are no clear mentions of how long Nest Mothers can survive. On the contrary, it does state that blade beasts and the other beasts do not have long life expectancy. Even though they die fast, the Nest Mothers are able to breed new beasts quickly.¡± ¡°You mean to say¡­ that the situation here is reversed?¡± Nightingale spoke up. ¡°Could it be that this Nest Mother is old?¡± ¡°If it was a single case, it would be hard to tell. But we received four corpses from the frontlines, and I found similarities in all cases. This cannot be a coincidence,¡± Agatha replied. ¡°And you¡¯ve come across a Nest Mother yourself and know how big they are. In terms of size, all of these monsters that are less than 10 meters long do not look as though they¡¯ve hit their prime.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true.¡± ¡°And regardless of the wings they use to pounce or the increasingly larger scythes, everything is going against their past characteristics.¡± She turned and looked at Roland. ¡°Your Majesty, I do not think that these things are the same as their old counterparts, those that reside freely in the water.¡± ¡°So your conclusion is?¡± Roland¡¯s expression became solemn. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that the Nest Mothers are moving their own magic power onto their servants to create even stronger sources of troops.¡± Agatha enunciated each and every word. ¡°It is just that their evolution is deviating away from the ocean, to the extent that I can say that they are sacrificing the future of their species.¡± Roland sighed. ¡°But that means we are in trouble.¡± Chapter 1453 - Shadow of Blackstone Region Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations To the north of the Fertile Plains. Since leaving Neverwinter, Lightning and Maggie had continued their flight for close to ten straight days. They patrolled across the plains cruising over hundreds of kilometers at an ¡°economic speed,¡± where their magic power recovered through the night able to sustain a day¡¯s use. The two only dropped to the ground when they needed to camp or hunt. The current Exploration Group had entered a new phase; although they held the latest maps provided by the Union, the centuries of vicissitudes that constituted desolate paths, dried canals, abandoned cities that were overwhelmed with weed and shrub, made them useless to locate road signs. The only things that guided them directionally were the stars in the sky and the large ridge of the continent in the distance. And at such a distance, the Sigil of Listening no longer broadcast messages, leaving the bird and the girl alone in the vast lands. The sense of desolation and solitude was a large barrier to adventuring, and without the company of her trusted companion Maggie, Lightning did not know if she could persist for long. The purpose of the journey was clear¡ªto confirm the location and route of the demons¡¯ new Deity of Gods, as well as ¡°illuminate¡± the plains beyond Taquila. Even so, looking for a floating island in the vast lands was not an easy mission. To lessen the exhaustion of the vein, the enemy¡¯s city would not be flying at a high height, and might possibly be clinging close to the ground. This way, the Deity of Gods would resemble any small mountain from a distance, and they had to get up close to verify the target through Red Mist, provided that the weather permitted it. So as to avoid brushing past the Deity of Gods, Lightning chose to fly in broken paths with the edge being the ridge of the continent. ¡°Grrr¡­¡± Suddenly, the stomach of the gray eagle flying above grumbled. ¡°You¡¯re hungry again?¡± Lightning looked up. ¡°Owh.¡± Maggie nodded. ¡°But you didn¡¯t even move much, how are you hungrier than me so much earlier?¡± ¡°Because I¡¯ve been staring at the ground, aooo!¡± She leaned over and rubbed Lightning on the cheeks. ¡°The eyes and brains are connected, and according to the book, using the brain is most exhausting, owh!¡± Wait a minute, that¡¯s not what was written in Theoretical Foundations of Natural Science¡­ The paragraph clearly stated that even while stationary, the brain¡¯s energy consumption remains the highest out of all the organs in the body, that doesn¡¯t mean that a moving person isn¡¯t using their brains. But the itch on her cheeks prevented Lightning from flying properly, leaving her no choice but to slow down and head towards the ground. From the color of the sky, they were only able to fly for another half hour at most, so stopping earlier to rest was not an issue. Additionally, they had few jerkies left on hand, thus making use of the additional time to restock was not a bad idea. Of course, the most important thing was her being unable to refuse the adorable Maggie. ¡°Same rules; you hunt and I¡¯ll make the fire. Use the Sigil of Listening for contact in the case of any emergencies, understand?¡± ¡°Got it, owh!¡± Before her voice trailed off, Maggie was already up in the air in the form of a Devilbeast. Without a choice, Lightning looked for shelter and prepared dinner. With Roland¡¯s technological advancements, flints, fire wool and torches, tools that were needed for adventuring were replaced by compact and intricate products. For example, the windproof matches that was the size of half a palm, the single-use torchlights, as well as the multi-functional knife that every member of the Exploration Group adored¡­ All of these items could be stored in a pocket, and because of that, the majority of space in her bag were replaced with all sorts of spices and condiments. If they had time, they were even able to produce a full table of dishes. There were times that even Lightning remained unclear whether or not she was better at adventuring or had a talent towards being a gourmet. It was most probably related to Maggie becoming hungry so often. What followed proceeded in a systematic structure¡ªMaggie quickly brought a bison back and used her sharp talons to slice it into pieces. Lightning chose the best parts, and either smoked or baked them in mud. The two had repeated the process countless times and their coordination had become smooth and natural. By the time the fire had died out, they were not only full but had restock their haversack of jerkies. It was as though everything had been reset to the moment before they set off. The only difference was their progress, and maybe their objective for the trip. Any little bit of a guilty conscience was quickly replaced with food coma. After laying out the Sigil of Screaming, Lightning burrowed into the sleeping bag with Maggie and quickly fell asleep. The next morning, when she opened her eyes in reverie, she surprisingly discovered an additional shadow that loomed in the distance. Lightning rubbed her eyes in confusion¡ªthe land was a flat plain the day before and they had verified the surrounding topography, it was impossible for them to have missed out the small hill. After spending a few good minutes in her drowsy reverie, she held her breath and took a good look again. This time, she was taken aback. Through the thin morning mist, the hilltop was unexpectedly flat, completely unlike any natural landform. The shocking thing was that it actually became larger in a few short minutes, which meant that the shadow was approaching them. Lightning knew what the moving ¡°Hill¡± on the Fertile Plains was. She shook Maggie up in disbelief. ¡°Peck me once.¡± ¡°Coo.¡± The latter raised her forefingers and poked Lightning on the forehead¡ª The pain immediately cleared up her mind. It was no hallucination. Right at this moment, a gust of wind swept past the two and sent Maggie¡¯s long, white hair fluttering. Along with the wind came a thin mist. In that instant, the shadow revealed its true form¡ªon the triangular black mountain form stood a gigantic pyramid structure formed completely of Blackstone; its sheer size and bulk difficult to fathom. If the old Deity of Gods¡¯ center was the demon city, then this pyramid itself was able to hold the entire city on it. This ¡°form¡± was most probably the reason for the lack of Red Mist. One large and one smaller inverted awls made the floating island look extremely oppressive. Compared to the first Deity of Gods that had the resemblance of a mountain range, the new Deity of Gods looked completely unnatural. Be it the structured exterior or the symmetrical form, the entire structure manifested the power of the demons. Who would have thought that the second Deity of Gods they were looking for had appeared right before them. Without even packing their sleeping gear, Lightning pulled Maggie and soared into the sky. After the continuous ascension, the sight behind the demon city gradually revealed itself. Numerous densely-packed black dots rushed forth on the plains like a turbulent wave, amongst which were countless alternating red lines, forming a cloth that devoured everything in its path with the black dots. Lightning gulped. If the black dots were all demons, their numbers were more than the human population of the Four Kingdoms combined! It was without a doubt the enemy¡¯s main force in motion! Chapter 1454 - Take Off Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The investigation group immediately sent news back to Neverwinter. ¡°It¡¯s really like the entire nest is out¡­¡± After listening to Lightning¡¯s report, Roland sighed. This would undoubtedly be the first direct collision between both races and might even be the last. Regardless of the outcome, it determined the future for both humanity and demons. ¡°Can we¡­ win?¡± Lightning asked with hesitation. She was dirty from head to toe; her hair ends tangled and unruly, with the smell of sour sweat lingering on. Obviously after finding out about the demons, she had rushed back without any rest at all. ¡°Of course.¡± Roland acted relaxed and patted her shoulders. ¡°Not only will we win, but we will enjoy a clean and decisive victory.¡± It was evident that the demons held the undisputed advantage in terms of numbers, but this also showed just how much pressure the Sky-sea Realm had placed on them. The First Army¡¯s technology had its own advantages, but since they could not afford to fight in a battle of attrition, it would be a Pyrrhic victory if the demons entered the Four Kingdoms. By the same logic, even if the demons won, it was inevitable that they would suffer a tremendous loss. Roland believed that the best outcome was an internecine one if the demons were not stopped to the west of the Impassable Mountain Range. Lightning heaved a slight sigh of relief, then suddenly became embarrassed. ¡°Er, do I smell¡­ weird?¡± Roland chucked. ¡°A bit¡­ but it is the smell of adventure, so it¡¯s nothing bad.¡± He deliberately pinched his nose. ¡°To be honest, I think it isn¡¯t bad.¡± The girl¡¯s face flushed red, immediately grabbing Maggie, who was sniffing down her collar, before rushing out of the office with her head lowered. ¡°I-I¡¯m going to take a bath!¡± ¡°Coo?¡± Maggie remained confused. ¡°Lightning, Maggie.¡± Just as the two were leaving, Roland called out to them. ¡°It was tough on both of you; have a good rest.¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Once the door closed, he immediately grabbed the phone and called the Administrative Office. ¡°Notify the cabinet for a meeting, the time to set off is here.¡± ¡­ Inside the meeting room, the higher-ups of Neverwinter sat in a circle. Roland pasted Lightning¡¯s hand-drawn map behind him and repeated the exploration group¡¯s findings. ¡°There are two verifiable points from this information, one being the existence of the new Deity of Gods located less than 300 kilometers away from the ridge of the continent and continuously moving north. The second point is that it is bringing along a large number of demons to the extent that the new floating island is incapable of accommodating all of them; therefore, they are resorting to such an inefficient method of movement. ¡°I think it isn¡¯t difficult to comprehend the former¡ªto infiltrate Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart, the demon army not only built an obelisk in the middle of the ridge of the continent, but they have even established a supply line through the Land of Dawn. By flying along the mountain range, not only does it prevent a deviation in course, but they are also able to ease the burden of Red Mist by using the supply line. It is considered a rather reliable route. ¡°The latter isn¡¯t clear in the sense of the specific quantity, but since their full strength is out, I expect that the demons capable of battle numbers is around ten million without any exaggeration. According to their current progress, we can expect them to arrive at the edge of the Four Kingdoms in half a month.¡± Upon the mention of numbers, Roland noticed the fear shown on many of their faces. But it could not be blamed; after going through two Battle of Divine Wills, humanity had suffered terribly and the survivors did not even reach ten million, not to mention their weakened army. To Barov and the others, the scale of ten million was no different from an astronomical figure. ¡°This enemy attack is one whereby they have cut off their means of retreat, and also a battle that will determine the fate of humanity. The Eleanor Skycruiser must move out immediately to rush to as close as possible to the Impassable Mountain Range and stop the enemy¡¯s advancement northwards.¡± ¡°But¡­ Your Majesty,¡± Barov said with much difficulty. ¡°The enemy has an astonishing population, while the force the floating island can bring is limited. Is taking the initiative to meet the attack too risky?¡± ¡°Holding the ground at Graycastle is what¡¯s most risky!¡± Edith stood up and gave the old director a glance. ¡°Everybody, do not be intimidated by ten million demons. If they are unable to reach Graycastle, their numbers mean nothing. You will understand just by thinking about it¡ªthe Blackstone region had that many demons since the first Battle of Divine Will. The reason for their inability to travel all the way here in the past was because of the Red Mist supply line. So our true target is only one thing¡ªthe enemy¡¯s floating city.¡± Once her reasoning was out, the atmosphere in the room changed ever so lightly, since no one was willing to admit their fear of the enemy. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Roland suppressed a laugh and added. ¡°Once they lose their supply of Red Mist, the demons in the Fertile Plains will have difficulty inching forward. Additionally, us setting out now isn¡¯t an indication that we are going into battle, we will be using this time en route to allow the army to have sufficient time to prepare.¡± There was an additional point that he did not say¡ªSky Lord and Silent Disaster who returned to Sky City to bring together the troops. Since the demon¡¯s movement used the supply line at the Western Front, it was impossible for Hackzord to be unable to know of the new location of King¡¯s City. To the King of the demon race, Hackzord was a complete traitor, so him amassing more strength was the best way for self preservation. The fall of the King¡¯s City would undoubtedly be his best opportunity, and Hackzord would not remain indifferent at that time. Upon thinking about this, Roland turned to Tilly. ¡°Right, how¡¯s the take off and landing training going for the Aerial Knights?¡± ¡°Far easier than I had imagined,¡± Tilly replied. ¡°There isn¡¯t much difference from landing and taking off on the ground. As long as the weather permits, the students are able to accomplish their tasks with ease. The only trouble is that we previously only had to use the Impassable Mountain Range or the shoreline for the pilots to roughly determine their location and from there, find the landing site. But from here on out, the enemy and us will be constantly on the move. Adding the lack of direction that the Fertile Plains provides, I¡¯m afraid that there will be difficulty locating our point of departure. Of course, it isn¡¯t an unsolvable problem, you only need to supply us with more fuel.¡± This was also a difficult problem for aircraft carriers in combat¡ªIn a battlefield that spanned over a few hundred kilometers, any tiny divergence would accumulate to form a large error. The fortunate thing was that compared to the unvarying ocean, there were bound to be some ¡°reference objects¡± on dry land that could be used to determine their location¡ªfor example, forests, rivers, mountain peaks etc. Roland was able to guess at her plans¡ªif the pilots were unskilled with the maneuvering, they had to train more and fly more. Naturally, they would learn to be more aware of their own locations. ¡°Relax, they will be able to fly for as long as you want them to,¡± he promised. In the upcoming battle, the Aerial Knights were without question the main fighting force. It was also because of this aerial force that mankind had the opportunity to attack and stop the demons a thousand miles from home. Seeing that no one else had any objections, Roland surveyed the hall once more and gave the order. ¡°With that, I shall announce the commencement of Phase Three of the Heaven Plan. We shall set off on the floating island, and the target is the northern regions of the Fertile Plains!¡± Chapter 1455 - Pioneer Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Two days later, the Eleanor Skycruiser completed its final resupply at a cliff pier, rose to the sky, and flew towards the Land of Dawn hinterland. A hundred thousand citizens from Neverwinter were present to sent it off¡ªthe crowds flooded the streets, climbed the roofs, and even ascended the Impassable Mountain Ranges, just to witness this historic moment. The entire western side of the city was filled with people, once again setting a new record for the number of people attending an activity. And that was just a portion of Neverwinter¡¯s population. There were even more people working at the factories, port, and farmlands, every one of them participating in a way for the expedition. It was coincidentally the same day when the Border Area and Longsong District¡¯s total population broke through the million mark, with more than fifty percent of the source coming from the Kingdom of Wolfheart and Everwinter. Although they were unlike the initial migrants that harbored negative emotions towards Neverwinter, everyone was able to sense the shock from the surge of people, as well as the common consensus that the day was extraordinarily meaningful. Following the loud booms from the ceremonial cannons, the Eleanor Skycruiser traveled parallel to the mountains and moved towards Longsong Stronghold before turning west. It moved steadily into the distance, and finally disappeared from everyone¡¯s sight. But the elevated atmosphere among the citizens did not stop there. Graycastle Weekly¡¯s tracking reports caused the sales volume to reach an all time high, and everywhere on the streets, the topics discussed lingered around the topic of this attack. Gradually, the day of the departure became widely known as Miracle Day, representing humanity¡¯s new beginning of conquering the skies. This was the second event to be hailed as a miracle after the Miracle Building. However, it was much quieter on the floating island. After the initial enthusiasm passed, the engineering team dedicated themselves to the tense but orderly work. It was the same with the Aerial Knights as well, aside from the routine flights conducted by the detection squad, all the students took flight at least once a day to familiarize themselves with the surrounding terrain. The large floating island, the busy runway, and the thick smoke from the furnace area formed a rather distinct and unique scene. ¡°How does it feel? Are you able to adapt to your new body?¡± In the core region of the floating island, Roland stood at the bottom of the mine and looked at Eleanor, who was firmly tied to the God¡¯s Stone pillar. In the past month, not only did the pillar become bigger, the Mother of Soul had even grown more tentacles and dug them into the soil beneath like the roots of a plant. According to her logic, the tentacles were additional perceptive organs for her, providing her better control over the island. In a sense, the island was the body and the tentacles were the nerves. ¡°Much better compared to before.¡± Eleanor¡¯s voice was much lighter and casual as well. ¡°I can see; I can hear; I can think. How can I be dissatisfied with that? Compared to Elena and the others, I am considered extremely fortunate already.¡¯ ¡°Lady Chief, don¡¯t say that,¡± Pasha lowered her main tentacle and replied.¡°Everyone knows that if not for your choice to merge, we would never have survived. Furthermore, you didn¡¯t know that this day would come. This act of bravery is already enough to¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯m talking about the outcome and not the process,¡± Eleanor interrupted her. ¡°I believe that I wasn¡¯t the only one who was willing to sacrifice for the Union. My other sisters would as well. I merely was first.¡± Seems like she¡¯s doing well, Roland thought to himself. He had his worries previously. As a Witch, she had fought against the demons for decades, and he was afraid that she would ultimately turn into a demon herself. But by the looks of it, Eleanor was extremely mature and did not worry about the form of her body at all. ¡°I know what you¡¯re thinking.¡± Eleanor suddenly turned her attention back to him. ¡°You were afraid that I couldn¡¯t get over it and become depressed and reclusive? If I were the only person left in the world, that might have happened. But with basically everyone here and the state of the war far better than how it was four centuries ago, and with so much new knowledge that requires studying, where do I have the time or effort to act like that?¡± ¡°Er¡­ Studying?¡± ¡°For the Union to become the rulers of humanity, it does not rely only on abilities. Back then, we were equipped with the most advanced technology and ideas. Similarly for us, calling it three representatives isn¡¯t an exaggeration either. Although the Union¡¯s glory no longer exists, I still have to rely on studying and learning to keep up with the current generation¡¯s progress.¡± Roland was speechless. The familiar terms used by her were clearly picked up from the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. God knew what they were teaching her. ¡°And what have you learned up to now?¡± ¡°College level,¡± Eleanor replied. ¡°Almost at the graduation phase.¡± ¡°Previously, we had Celine, Ling, and the others to guide and teach Lady Eleanor, but now, Lady Eleanor is the one teaching them,¡± Pasha added with a laugh. Wait, she just woke up less than two months ago and she¡¯s already finished with a college curriculum? Roland clicked his tongue. Before, he did not attach importance when Eleanor forced Mask away, and it was only then did he realize that he had underestimated the learning ability of dozens of brains. ¡°By the way, I made a miniature core apparatus that might help us in the following battles.¡± With Eleanor¡¯s consent, Pasha pulled out a frame the size of a palm and placed it on the ¡°palm.¡± It floated silently and produced a dazzling blue luster at its center, just like gigantic magic power cores. ¡°What is it capable of?¡± Roland asked. ¡°It is able to imitate, to a certain extent, telekinetic powers, and is able to influence foreign objects¡­ For example the rotation of handles and the pressing of triggers, etc. If it is combined with a specific machinery, I can control the machinery using magic power,¡± Eleanor explained. ¡°Although Mask had taken away all mobility features of this body, he did not seal the use of the magic power completely. It means that when enemies come, I am able to operate weapons and engage in battle myself. The theory involved is somewhat similar to the automatic weapons in the Dream World.¡± Roland gaped in shock. And that wasn¡¯t all as she continued, ¡°In a sense, firing a gun can be considered computational, something that I am proficient in. Compared to an ordinary soldier, I am able to increase the effective hit rate of firearms to ninety percent within their effective maximum range. The shortfall is that I am unable to move nimbly and need to match the firearm with a gun turret, and also have to position my tentacles and the miniature core beforehand. But at the very least, the weapon turrets will become highly effective while defending the island.¡± ¡°How many can you control at once?¡± ¡°That depends on how many tentacles I have.¡± She paused for a while. ¡°I¡¯m guessing a few hundred?¡± Upon thinking of the scene whereby a few hundred machine gun turrets, or even cannons, were controlled by Eleanor to fire at the enemy, Roland almost smacked his lips. But this was not the reason for his lament. What he cared about was Eleanor¡¯s combination of magic power and machinery. The knowledge of both aspects came from Mask Nassaupelle as well as the Dream World. Not only did she absorb the knowledge, she had also taken the initiative to combine them! If given additional time, how much change would she bring to the world? ¡°If this mission hadn¡¯t required the use of the floating island, I would never have thought of sending you personally into battle.¡± Roland revealed his thoughts. ¡°What humans are lacking the most at present is guidance in this direction.¡± ¡°Oh? You¡¯re not afraid that my understanding of these things will exceed yours?¡± It sounded as though Eleanor was giggling. ¡°Lady Eleanor¡­¡± Pasha wanted to stop Eleanor, but she did not know how to phrase her sentence. ¡°Why should I be afraid?¡± Roland returned with a question. ¡°It is extremely normal for successors to surpass their predecessors. This signifies continuous progress in a civilization. If humanity¡¯s knowledge is limited by me, that is when I will consider our future bleak.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The other party remained silent for a moment before speaking up again.¡°You are truly not qualified to be a King. But¡­¡± ¡°You are definitely worthy of being hailed as a trustworthy leader.¡± Chapter 1456 - A Future with You Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After spreading her blanket, Nightingale turned around and blew out the candle flame. The room immediately darkened. She found it amusing that after being accustomed to lights and magic stones, she was slightly uncomfortable returning to using candles, despite it being a normal occurrence in the past. But there was not a choice in this matter, the lack of time prevented the island from having a complete electrical lighting system installed, to the extent that even their resting places were drilled out of a wall by Aphra and the rest. Soraya then added a soft layer and isolated the moisture of the underground chambers and made the place into a bedroom. The furniture within were the most ordinary, with simple wooden tables and cabinets. As for the mattresses, they were laid directly on the floor. Although Isabella was on the floating island, all the magic stone illuminations were used for the factories rushing to produce goods. It would take her some time to transform God¡¯s Stone for the residential areas. Despite the simplicity of the room, it was not unbearable. Aside from the privacy of having a room per person, there were even standalone toilets. There were even ventilation shafts that provided airflow directly from outside the floating island into the chambers, preventing the rooms from being too stuffy or humid. There was a shared reading area and a warm public bath at the end of the caves as well, enough to satisfy the witches¡¯ daily use. She wasn¡¯t that interested in the former, but Nightingale found the latter wonderful. God knows how Pasha and the others had found the location¡ªthe stream that came down from the mountaintop into a cave mountain formed a natural clear spring, and after having the pool extend out the cave¡¯s cliff walls, leaning against it provided a perfect view of the scenery outside. After the flight of the island, this location became the best place to overlook the vistas provided by the land. Every day, Nightingale would soak in the spring water after showering and enjoy the spectacular sight. Compared to this, the lack of lights in the room was nothing. Just as Nightingale was about to lay down, she suddenly heard knocks on her. She was startled, it was already late in the night and the majority of the people were asleep. Who could it be? ¡°Coming.¡± Nightingale responded and relit the candle, while thinking about potential candidates that might be at her door. The most probable choice was naturally Wendy. After all, this person in charge of the Witch Union had the precedent of coming to her for idle chats after having had a few drinks. But the person standing outside completely stunned her. It was Anna. Holding onto a small wooden bucket with a towel and toiletries, she asked, ¡°Can you accompany me for a bath?¡± Nightingale had taken a bath prior to heading to bed, but knew that the main point was clearly not the bath. ¡°Of course, please give me a moment.¡± Nightingale packed her things and followed Anna into the public bath, which was completely vacant and empty aside from the two of them. Occasionally, water droplets splashing onto the stalagmites could be heard, emphasizing the serenity of the night. After stripping, Nightingale stepped into the pool and immediately felt the warmth envelop her entire body. Unlike Neverwinter, the island¡¯s fuel was limited; thus, the public bath employed the use of a boiler that relied on magic power to ensure a steady supply of hot water the entire day. The two walked through the white mist and slowly arrived at the entrance of the cave. Instantly, the refreshing night breeze swept the heat away as the world before their eyes opened up into a wide panorama. It was no longer edges and corners of the mountain stone, but stars and an endless night sky. Nightingale gasped slightly. The feeling was intoxicating. Anna seemed to be content and heaved a sigh. She then proceeded to stretch. ¡°Where¡¯s Roland?¡± ¡°Most probably in the Dream World.¡± ¡°Is that so? He¡¯s really busy¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Everyone claims that I¡¯ve never stopped to take a break, but compared to him, my work is nothing.¡± Anna chuckled. ¡°He even works through the night.¡± ¡°You¡¯re equally as impressive as he is.¡± Nightingale lowered her body until the water reached her shoulders. ¡°In the past, you were a young lady that knew nothing, but now, you¡¯re able to assume so much responsibility.¡± ¡°It¡¯s really nothing much.¡± Anna revealed a rare embarrassed expression. ¡°I¡¯m only good at these aspects; if not for Barov and Teacher Karl¡¯s help, the Ministry of Engineering would be in a mess.¡± Hey hey, you can¡¯t just declare your shortcomings without any hesitation. Looking at Anna, complicated emotions rose within Nightingale¡ªit was impossible to say that she did not feel indignation; clearly she had come into contact with Roland much earlier than Anna and had more opportunities, but in the end, she was still a tad slower. But regardless of everything, she could not bring herself to hate Anna; her honesty, earnestness and her straightforwardness¡­ The longer one interacted with Anna, the more one could sense her purity. Nightingale had met countless people before, from ordinary citizens to nobility, yet none of them were as dazzling as her. She had complete respect for her. After a short silence, Anna changed the topic. ¡°What do you think will be the outcome of this Battle of Divine Will?¡± Nightingale realized that this might be the reason for being invited to share a bath. ¡°I guess¡­ very smoothly?¡± She gazed up to the stars in the sky. In all honesty, inferring or predicting the outcome of a battle far exceeded her scope of abilities, and she did not know how to answer. But with the battle approaching, saying such things didn¡¯t seem too appropriate. Fortunately, Anna could not see through her lie. ¡°Oh.¡± Anna did not echo her thoughts. ¡°I don¡¯t actually think so. Especially when the last objective is the Bottomless Land. Legends state that it is the land of God and I¡¯m afraid that the risks involved with it far exceeds our estimates. For some reason, I feel that Roland might disappear anytime, and the closer we get to the northern extremity, the stronger this uneasiness becomes.¡± Nightingale¡¯s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Anna might had sensed Roland¡¯s waning life expectancy? But that likely had to do with the Realm of Mind, and heading to the Bottomless Land was also a means to resolve the problem. It was not something that was inevitable. ¡°Maybe you¡¯re just over worried about it.¡± ¡°I hope so.¡± Anna blinked. ¡°Right¡­ Do you remember our agreement?¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± Nightingale was taken aback for a moment. ¡°¡ªEh?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve decided to bring it forward. After we defeat the demons, I will talk to him personally.¡± ¡°Why? Because of your uneasiness?¡± ¡°That¡¯s half the reason,¡± Anna replied gently. ¡°But more of it is that he needs you too. And I¡­ have never hated you. In the coming war, you¡¯ll have to take care of him.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Nightingale was momentarily at a loss for words. She muttered after a long time, ¡°Even so, why are you not stopping him from going to the Bottomless Land?¡± Anna shook her head with a calm expression. ¡°This was the optimal plan after considering many factors, and regardless of the outcome, he has already made his preparations. How can I stop him? Being afraid and running away will not change anything, so the only thing I can do is to aid him with everything that I can, and witness the future with my own eyes.¡± Chapter 1457 - The First Battle of the Floating Island! Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Upon entering the hinterlands of the Fertile Plains, the time on Eleanor Skycruiser slowed to a crawl; the majority of the people on board knew that they were moving, but were unaware of where they were heading. Only officials and higher-ups at the command center knew this. They were slowly inching towards the target¡ªthe map had clearly been marked out with a curved flight path and the floating island would revise its direction to the east every twelve hours. According to the Exploration Group¡¯s report, Eleanor Skycruiser¡¯s flight path would converge towards the new Deity of Gods in, at the maximum, eighteen days. But the peace would not last till that day. On the fourteenth day of journey, the peaceful days were interrupted. An old Fire of Heaven was the first to discover enemy movements¡ªit belonged to the Aerial Knights¡¯ detection squadron and was one of the few dual seat models still kept in service. The back seat was no longer designed for machine gunners, and was instead equipped with spark-gap transmitter and a wireless transmitter unit. These equipment were installed and modified, giving the Fire of Heaven reconnaissance abilities. ¡°A Devilbeast is approaching a hundred and fifty kilometers away!¡± According to the rules of engagement, they would first use the spark-gap transmitter to relay the information and proceed to use the wireless transmitter unit to repeat the same message; the former to inform the island while the latter was to warn companions nearby. Due to the extremely good electromagnetic environment, receivers were able to receive and interpret the information quickly. When the staff room received the slip of paper with the information on it, the atmosphere immediately turned serious before it boiled over. ¡°Quickly confirm the identity and location of the flight crew!¡± ¡°Sound the early warning system and recall the engineers!¡± ¡°Hey, this is the General Staff; immediately prepare for battle!¡± ¡°Ground service reporting, Aerial platforms 5 and 11 are malfunctioning. Currently engaging in urgent repairs.¡± ¡°At this time? Get them to hurry!¡± Upon being notified, Roland immediately rushed to the command center. ¡°How¡¯s the situation now?¡± ¡°The enemy is still two hours away from us,¡± Edith held onto a report file and reported. ¡°Direction northeast; more than 30 Devilbeasts sighted, the reconnaissance plane has broken away from the enemy¡¯s pursuit, but they do not seem to be changing their original paths.¡± ¡°You mean to say the demons have discovered the existence of the island?¡± Iron Axe questioned. ¡°That shouldn¡¯t be the case; otherwise, they wouldn¡¯t have sent such a small force. But the demons must have definitely sensed something and are en route for confirmation.¡± ¡°That isn¡¯t strange.¡± Roland spoke calmly; no matter how small the floating island was, it was still a floating mountain. It was impossible for a target of this size to completely conceal itself, just like how Lightning and Maggie discovered the Deity of Gods. So long as the distance between the two continued to decrease, the enemy would soon discover the other. ¡°Sylvie¡¯s Magic Eye is more focused on observing the sky, so it is normal for any small demon team on the ground to chance onto us.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region nodded. ¡°Verifying the situation is very likely their main goal. As for the number of Devilbeasts, the Aerial Knights are capable of annihilating them.¡± ¡°Be it destroying them or letting a few run, it will not influence the outcome.¡± Roland was already clear on this¡ªit was impossible for the Eleanor Skycruiser to avoid the Devilbeasts at the rate at which it was flying. In a sense, it was inevitable for the floating island to be exposed. ¡°The crux is how do we keep the cost of that happening to the minimum.¡± The size force of the Aerial Knights had grown steadily from the beginning. Since the assault at the Impassable Mountain Range, the first generation Fire of Heaven and second generation Fury of Heaven now summed up to more than 200 units, constituting two wings. The problem lay in the fact that the enemy was at full force, and they no longer suffered any restrictions in both military strength and logistics. The air force was bound to suffer from great losses even if they reached parity of scale. Roland did not count on achieving air dominance in the battle, and only hoped for the protection of the bomber to accomplish its mission¡ªthis would undoubtedly require the entire air force, but if the Aerial Knights suffered too large a loss during the early phase, it would implicate the later plans as well. ¡°You mean to say we should employ ¡®Plan B¡¯ when facing the enemy?¡± Tilly asked as she pricked up her brows. ¡°That¡¯s right, at the same time, we will be able to examine the witches¡¯ gains.¡± Roland no longer hesitated. ¡°Get your people into the underground warehouse.¡± ¡­ Two hours later, the enemy discovered trails of the floating island. As what Edith had mentioned, they were purely sent to investigate. But unexpectedly, the Devilbeasts stopped forty to fifty kilometers away. The leader used something similar to a binoculars apparatus and observed for a moment before turning to retreat without any thoughts of probing. ¡°Seems like the demons have learned a lot from Mask.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region smiled. ¡°Seems like they have learned how to respect their enemies.¡± ¡°They will definitely not surrender.¡± Iron Axe gazed into the sky. ¡°I believe that our coming days will no longer be smooth sailing.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Edith¡¯s voice contained a coldness comparable to the Northern Region. ¡°And this will be our best opportunity to weaken them!¡± ¡­ On the afternoon of the same day, the demons appeared on the horizon. They looked as though they were unwilling to wait even a day. But the troops were prepared for battle more than an hour earlier. All sluice gate channels that led outside were sealed, the biplanes employed as scouts had returned and parked in the hangars. The entire surface of the floating island was devoid of life, where even the North Slope Mountain¡¯s revamped bridge was sealed. At the moment, the Eleanor Skycruiser appeared impervious like a huge mountain of stone. The higher ups had convened in the command center. Using the magic power core to project a visualization of the outside, they were able to observe everything The first wave of Devilbeasts appeared to contain 200 of them. As they formed a line and charged towards the floating island, it caused the sky to darken a few shades. ¡°Tsk, so many of them¡­¡± Tilly frowned and commented. Roland nodded. ¡°I¡¯m guessing this is just the vanguard meant to spearhead the attack.¡± After all, the troops following behind the demon¡¯s King City is the entire force from the Blackstone region. The number of Mad Demons is estimated to be over a million, so the number of Devilbeasts they have would not be any fewer as well. It was most probably their last day of serenity. ¡°They may have the numbers, but what can they do to a mountain?¡± A voice suddenly sounded out within everyone¡¯s mind; the mellow and languid voice was memorable. It was Eleanor. Roland laughed. This was their battle strategy¡¯s most unassailable point¡ªindeed, the humans could do little to a Deity of Gods in response, but at the same time, the demons were unable to do so as well. ¡°I¡¯ll leave the rest to you.¡± ¡°Relax, this is my revenge that have spanned for over four centuries,¡± Eleanor replied. In her vision, an invisible net slowly spread out. Any movements made by the Devilbeasts within the net were turned into strings of numbers. Mathematics is truly interesting¡­ She imbued magic power into her tentacles before directing it the entire floating island, activating more than a hundred miniature cores that blossomed with blue lights, at the same time activating the machine gun turrets which were connected to them by various machinery. The machine gun turrets distributed at the edge of the island all turned towards the enemies. The gun barrels extended out of their shooting holes into the sky. At the instant the Devilbeasts entered her effective shooting range, countless streams of light surged out, while the invisible net transformed into a visible and dazzling screen of light! Chapter 1458 - A Defense Line Held Single-handedly Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations The 20mm autocannons were the most eye-catching weapons that formed ¡°long whips¡± with the tracer rounds. Due to the higher pressure, the tracer rounds formed of Match Men stones grew in light intensity. Adding that the tracer rounds were more compact than ordinary bullets, there were almost no gaps in along the tracer rounds¡¯ flight trajectory. Devilbeasts struck by the autocannons had no leeway to struggle; being penetrated by a blob of light meant taking multiple bullets. Even if the bullets strayed away from the main body and struck their wings, the power of the bullets tore large holes through them. Of course, compared to shooting the wings, it was more common for the bullets to land on the swooping Devilbeasts¡¯ torsos. Following bursts of blood, a few rolled and plummeted, while the Mad Demons seated on them were only able to scream in anguish as they awaited their inevitable fates of colliding into the ground. The demons were not frightened away by the circumstances. Instead, they adopted abrupt drops to increase their speed, dispersing in two directions with the intent of breaking away from the shooting. This method would have undoubtedly been most effective if it was in normal times. Faced against flying targets, the First Army soldiers would habitually aim the guns to ¡°chase¡± after the targets. Even the most proficient teams would require a few seconds to adjust their aim. But this time, they were up against Eleanor. Almost instantly, the Devilbeasts¡¯ paths and coordinates were calibrated to form new trajectories. This was through countless polynomial equations and calculations that promptly determined the fate of the enemies. The curtain of light suddenly twisted! This was the first time the higher-ups who were observing the battle felt a sense of grandeur. The tracers no longer shot straight and instead drew arcs from the rapid turning of the barrels. The intertwining lines interweaved together and resembled ropes. Despite looking disordered and messy, every line met their targets accurately. Every single line were exact and positioned right in front of the Devilbeasts¡¯ movements. Those not in the know wouldn¡¯t think that the bullets were chasing after the Devilbeasts but that the Devilbeasts were rushing straight into the bullets! ¡°I think that Lady Eleanor must be extremely happy,¡± Phyllis suddenly commented. ¡°Why?¡± Roland asked, perplexed. ¡°In the battle when Taquila fell, the first to tear apart our defenses was the enemy¡¯s Devilbeast force. At that time, they appeared in the air where we had difficulty reaching, allowing them to assault our weak points in our defense. Even though the Holy City¡¯s Army rushed about busily, they were unable to ensure that every part of the city walls was safe. Usable crossbow machines and catapults became fewer, and the Siege Beasts eventually broke through,¡± she recalled emotionally. ¡°At that time, Lady Eleanor stood at the wall with blood all over her with no demons around that dared to approach her, but the Holy City behind her was already in flames.¡± So that¡¯s why¡­ It¡¯s the reason for her talking about four centuries of revenge. No matter how strong an individual was, they would never be able to save the Holy City alone from the hordes of enemies. Upon connecting the dots, the words behind her languid speech had suddenly become more solemn. This time, Eleanor was once again standing at the forefront of the Battle of Divine Will. And this time, what stood behind her was the force of the entire human race. ¡°They are starting to split up!¡± Morning Light Ferlin suddenly called out. Through the magic power screen, the Devilbeasts that had sustained injuries suddenly separated at different heights, one charged straight towards the surface of the floating island while another flew at a lower altitude, apparently in attempts to avoid the autocannons. Most probably, the demons had figured out that conventional movements to avoid the bullets were no longer effective and they no longer pinned their hopes on harrying their enemies through the sky, but instead sought to land and seek cover. But Eleanor¡¯s defense was not limited to a single layer. Next up to join the battle were Mark I heavy machine guns that formed an interior defense line. Their turrets were smaller, almost half a meter tall. Due to the consideration of having no movements, the barrels were exchanged for longer and water-cooled barrels. All of the rotatable firing platforms were distributed onto the runways, bridges, and control towers meant to deal with enemies that attempted to ¡®jump¡¯ through the first line of defense. The Mad Demons that landed finally proceeded with their counterattacks. They abandoned the Devilbeasts that had fended off against a hail of bullets and threw short spears towards the gun turrets or shot some form of electric light. These triggered explosions at the surface of the floating island! To Roland¡¯s surprise, he discovered that the short spears were no longer simple beast bones, but a compound spear mixed with unknown substances. The spear tip was black and triggered explosions upon contact from the apparent blaze and smoke emitting out. The Mad Demons that were capable of producing electricity and the Mad Demons encountered by the Witch Cooperation Association were completely different. Not only were they capable of employing their abilities faster, the distance had increased greatly. Obviously, this batch of Mad Demons was an elite unit. If they had been up against the First Army soldiers, they might have actually caused actual chaos. But it was a pity that the turrets were only ice-cold machines. They showed no fear or hesitation. So long as power was provided, they would never cease firing. Even if one or two sets misfired, they would not affect the other turrets. Of course, these were not Eleanor¡¯s last line of defense as well¡ªtwo sets of 75mm cannons situated diagonally on the floating island were activated as well, gradually turning towards the enemy locations. The two smaller cannons were more than enough to cover the runway that spanned over a kilometer in diameter. This is a firearm battle which Pasha and the others mentioned¡­ Eleanor thought to herself. Although she was unfamiliar with this form of battle, she instantly became hooked onto the feeling upon firing. Up to this moment, she was the only person fighting against the demons. But despite her being the only one, the demons were unable to escape from her attention to attack the weaker points of the defense. Even at the bottom of the floating island, she had prepared four sets of 20mm cannons and two Longsong Cannons to fight the enemy. This was a stronghold that had no blind spots. Your tricks end here¡­ Eleanor adjusted the aim of the cannons, turning them straight to the center of the field where a demon was suppressed and locked down by waves of bullets. From its striking armor and dressing, it was most probably a higher ascendant. She controlled the magic power core and pulled onto the firing rope¡ª ¡­ ¡°Boom!¡± ¡°Ssheessshhh¡­¡± Following the loud boom and rumbles, the ceilings in the caves dropped sand and stone. ¡°Is that the First Army engaging the enemy? Are they alright?¡± Finkin swept away the dust on his head and looked upwards apprehensively. ¡°The bombardments can at most destroy the runway, they will not cause any harm to the hangars. Besides, Miss Lotus is around as well, so it¡¯ll be easy to restore the potholes.¡± The voice sounded unfamiliar, as though they weren¡¯t pilots from the first class. Good, Finkin, and Hinds turned to look, only to discover that the speaker was the trump card of the newcomers, Manfeld. ¡°Hi, seniors.¡± He initiated a salute. ¡°Hey, your challenger is here,¡± Finkin nudged Good with his elbow and whispered. Good rolled his eyes at his comrade and nodded at Manfeld. ¡°I think so too, but we have no idea when we can move out.¡± ¡°It¡¯ll be soon.¡± Manfeld closed his eyes and listened for a moment. ¡°The intervals between the firing of the machine guns are lengthening, which means that the demons are powerless before our offensive. I believe that the higher-ups will be sending out the command for us to counterattack soon.¡± ¡°You can hear the machine guns through the rock strata?¡± Good was shocked. ¡°If I focus wholeheartedly, yes.¡± Manfeld nodded. Finkin mouthed to Hinds ¡°he¡¯s acting cool.¡± Right at this moment, the loudspeakers inside the hangar blasted with Princess Tilly¡¯s voice. ¡°All Aerial Knights, board your planes and prepare for battle!¡± Chapter 1459 - The Complete Form of the Skycruiser Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations All the higher-ups clearly saw the withering strength of the enemy. Be it those that landed on the island to attack or those that flew around in search of weak points, the demons were incapable of finding a way in. Under Eleanor¡¯s precise attacks, every minute that they stopped posed a huge risk to them, resulting in extremely high injuries and death counts that were unacceptable for the Devilbeasts. Soaring in the air meant speed, agility, and zero hindrance from the terrain. The Devilbeasts had ruled the skies for centuries and always held the absolute power on the battlefield. But in the face of the floating island, they probably never expected that more than half of them would fall even before seeing their enemies. There were even demons that had started to turn tail and retreat¡­ or in other words, escape. This was the perfect opportunity for the humans. The core goal of Plan B was to obtain the highest kill count in exchange for the smallest cost, so pursuing the retreating enemies was deemed as the absolute opportunity to build upon the result. This was not a novel idea, but Eleanor Skycruiser was the only thing capable of switching between defense and offense seamlessly. This was also the Skycruiser¡¯s most prominent aspect as compared to other flying platforms. Under Tilly¡¯s command, the command center immediately operated and switched to the corresponding procedures. ¡°Channel pressures contained, all steam pressures are working as per normal!¡± ¡°Hangar doors one and six are about to open, please standby and clear the runway!¡± ¡°Ground service reports that they need five more minutes of preparation.¡± ¡°The first wave of counterattack force is in position!¡± With the large longitudinal space, the hangars were designed for multiple take offs. And with the hangars situated at the center, they were allowed to project and scatter from the lower levels. Before being used, the interior runways were protected and blocked off by several heavy and thick doors and could only be opened using steam engines. Although every runway track had substantially decreased in length and were a third of the runways on the surface, it was sufficient for the light biplanes. In addition, it was not an issue if they did gain sufficient initial velocity, the floating island¡¯s ground surface elevation was enough for the heavier planes to raise their noses. ¡°Are you not taking action personally?¡± Roland looked at Tilly. ¡°This is a rare opportunity, I¡¯ll have the newcomers take it for practice.¡± The latter laughed and raised the radio to her mouth. ¡°Once the hangars are opened, move out immediately. The goal¡ªto kill off every single one of them!¡± ¡­ Although it was not Good¡¯s first time moving out via the interior runway, all his previous experiences were practice runs. He finally understood why Her Highness emphasized on wearing earmuffs. More than 50 sets of biplanes sealed inside the warehouses revved their engines at the same time, producing rumbles that could only be described as astounding. Even at a distance of two to three meters, the ground servicemen who screamed could not be heard and appeared to be mouthing words. From the second the order was given, all Aerial Knights communicated with hand gestures and flags. Good was the first to roll out and enter a flight position. From the bubbling steam, the steel doors thicker than a grown man opened slowly, extending the runway further out into the distance. The door towards the end had a clear and distinct [01] written on it. With Princess Tilly¡¯s absence, he had become the undisputed leader. I guess the first plane at Door 06 should be Manfeld. Challenger, huh¡­ He grinned slightly. Rachel, can you see this now? I used to look up at the nobles from a distance, but they are now chasing after me. Although he didn¡¯t express that clearly¡­ putting it that way wasn¡¯t too bad either. The ground service crew before him pushed out a wooden board with large cards that indicated the wind speed, temperature, and the floating island¡¯s rate of advancement. Ordinarily, the hangar doors would open against the wind, giving the planes much more rising power. But considering that the hangars might be attacked in wartime, they had to expect the possibility of not using the most optimal runway in battle. At this time, wind speed, and the other parameters became extremely important, and the pilots had to pre-empt, adjust, and prepare for acceleration and the initial drop. Good gave the ground service crew a thumbs up. Right at this moment, the last steel door finally opened. The bright and dazzling sunlight instantly broke apart the shadows at the end, expanding from its initial small crack until it illuminated the entire runway. Strong winds gushed into the hangars and dispersed the lingering engine smell. Tailwind at grade five meant it was the perfect opportunity to attack¡ª The ground service crew raised a green flag and waved down with all of his strength! ¡°Runway clear, Good is moving out!¡± Good shouted and jammed the control stick down. The Fury of Heaven roared and took off towards the light. In the accelerating process, he noticed the ground service crew members lining his sides and they were waving at him. Upon cutting through the light, a short brilliance of white covered his entire vision, but was quickly replaced with all sorts of things as the vast and limitless world entered his vision. There were no longer any noise blasting into his ears, as though everything had turned silent in an instant. The fresh air that brought about the sweet scent of vegetation made him take a deep breath. Good took off the earmuffs and flew upwards, ascending above the floating island. The tracer rounds around directed him towards a certain direction. He caught sight of the Devilbeasts fleeing around 60 kilometers away, and immediately gave chase without hesitation! ¡­ Before the magic power projection, Roland couldn¡¯t help but clench his fists. This was what a Skycruiser should be like! The gigantic mass, the abundance of weapons, and the ability to unload aircraft¡ªjust the sight of it was enough to overwhelm everyone with emotions! One after another, biplanes shot out from the mountain, giving chase and killing all the demons that managed to slip through the cracks. The Aerial Knights that were multiple times faster than Devilbeasts quickly held an overwhelming advantage. While attacking the Deity of Gods at the Impassable Mountain Range, they had lost over 10 sets of planes just to suppress the Devilbeasts. But this time, aside from the loss of a few unmanned machine gun turrets, the 200 Devilbeasts did not kill or cause any harm to the humans. ¡°It¡¯s now our time to give the enemy a headache.¡± Edith sneered. It was apparent how the demon¡¯s use of the Deity of Gods to self destruct and kill off humanity had greatly troubled her. To be able to use a similar object to retaliate made her elated and converse with a lighter tone. ¡°I reckon that they will use a larger force to retaliate next.¡± Iron Axe spoke up, ¡°Or send out a senior lord-ranked Senior Demon.¡± Roland quietly recalled the information regarding senior lords. According to Valkries, aside from Silent Disaster that was proficient at offense, there was the other demon hailed as Blood Conqueror. But the latter was one promoted from the Lords of Hell and was more suited for ground combat, since no Devilbeasts were able to bear his size. On second thought, the demons¡¯ King¡¯s giving Hackzord command over the Western Front was a fortunate thing for the humans. ¡°Regardless of what means they employ, we will be able to take them on to the end¡­ But they don¡¯t have much time left.¡± Roland looked at the map. The last 250 kilometers of distance was depicted with a red line. There was only three days left for the Eleanor Skycruiser to arrive at its destination for the final battle. Chapter 1460 - Under the Mask Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°This is all because of Hackzord¡¯s betrayal! Your Majesty, please permit me to slaughter him!¡± Within the Presiding Holy Sea, Blood Conqueror roared in anger. From the blue veins popping out of his forehead and the steam spewing out of his mouth, anyone could tell that he was genuinely furious. The other senior lords had gloomy expressions as well. Only Nassaupelle remained expressionless; he even felt a little amused. Truly a bunch of fools. He had clearly warned them before. It was a pity that aside from Undeserved, the other senior lords were skeptical about Silent Disaster¡¯s and Sky Lord¡¯s collusion and attack on him. Even after Mask revealed his memories to the King, all the senior lords merely suppressed their doubts. They likely believed that Mask had somehow crossed them. Just because he looked like an assembled ¡°monster.¡± In the end, even before they could hear Hackzord and Serakkas¡¯ explanation, the human¡¯s ¡°Deity of Gods¡± appeared. But wasn¡¯t it already too late to pin the blame on the traitors by then? ¡°The problem is, do you know where they are?¡± Undeserved remained unfazed by Blood Conqueror¡¯s anger. ¡°Currently, Hackzord might be hiding in any corner within the ridge of the continent, and our citizens of Sky City might have been compelled by him. Without investing a large force into this, we will not be able to find any traces of a senior lord like him. Furthermore¡­¡± He stared at the other party coldly. ¡°Even if you find Hackzord, don¡¯t forget that Serakkas is by his side. At that point, who knows who will be the one getting killed.¡± ¡°You¡ª!¡± If they weren¡¯t in the Presiding Holy Sea, Blood Conqueror would have already taken action. ¡°Your Majesty, I don¡¯t understand this¡­¡± A fleshy body squirmed and spoke up.¡°Did the humans truly find some sort of evidence regarding the Divine Will? Otherwise, with Sky Lord¡¯s character, how can he ever side the humans¡ª¡± ¡°With all that they have done, are you still guessing about the reason for their betrayal?¡± Mask interrupted him. ¡°Regardless of the reason, Hackzord had plenty of opportunities to report to the King. But what happened? Since leaving the Western Front, heading to the Bottomless Land and colluding with Silent Disaster, he never sought to communicate with King City from the beginning to the end! This is obviously a betrayal that had been in the planning! If I hadn¡¯t gained a breakthrough in my abilities, I would had died at Serakkas hands!¡± The other senior lords were dumbstruck. It was a piece of memory extracted from Mask and could not be faked, while Hackzord¡¯s wandering activities had been sighted by scouts in the northern extremity of the Land of Dawn. Regardless of how one looked at it, it was not one of a panicked and hurried decision. That¡¯s right, just like that¡­ Nassaupelle smiled. Memories could not be faked, but parts could be erased and orders shifted. Mask chose to conceal clues of Valkries, and everything he reported to the King were tampered. Reality proved that he had taken a wise choice. If the other senior lords discovered the reason for the betrayal involved Valkries¡¯s whereabouts, the situation would have become more complicated. In that sense, the obtaining of the human¡¯s legacy might be delayed even further. He did not want to waste anymore time. ¡°Mask is right, we should focus on the human¡¯s floating island first. They are clearly heading towards King City,¡± Undeserved said. ¡°The enemy is floating in the air and wield weapons capable of covering all angles. It is not a battle suited for Senior Lords Blood Conqueror or Death Scar. Weighing the options, I am the one most suited to stop them.¡± Like Resentful Heart and Death Scar, Undeserved was upgraded from a psychic, but compared to a mind controller who was good at confusion and manipulation abilities, Undeserved leaned towards melee combat. It was apparent from the attire he had¡ªwith a basic humanoid form, he was dressed in tight-fitting black leather. There was not a piece on armor on him like a sharp blade that had abandoned the notion of defense. The only difference between him and a human was the two horns that protruded out of his forehead, but Nassaupelle knew that the appearance was just a facade. Undeserved was capable of manipulating how other lifeforms felt towards him, and it was a mimicry capability stronger than Transformer¡¯s. Mask had once experienced it for himself. While walking next to Undeserved, his consciousness immediately treated him as a rock and he did not even have the slightest sense of his presence. He is the most plausible candidate¡­ Or rather, the only choice out of helplessness¡ªif I¡¯m excluded , Mask thought to himself. Wars could never end by just an assassination, and the King would not agree to his plea. ¡°Overruled.¡± As expected, the King¡¯s first sentence was to reject the suggestion. Nassaupelle was unsure if he had read it wrongly, but he felt that the King¡¯s tone had become even more indifferent. ¡°Killing the commander will only incite more chaos, and the replacement is more likely to expose themselves. The humans have witches that detect magic power; at the same time, do not forget the large number of anti-magic carriers. Your success rate will only stand at about thirty percent, with an escape chance of less than one percent, it is a meaningless risk.¡± ¡°But the other senior lords¡ª¡± ¡°Our race has more than the senior lords to do battle; our higher ascendants shouldn¡¯t be underestimated as well. The floating island owned by the humans utilizes a God¡¯s Stone pillar from the Western Region. It is unlikely that they have a Plan B like our Deity of Gods. In the end, they are still relying on their own strength.¡± ¡°Truly wise, Your Majesty!¡± Mask extended both his hands out and exclaimed,¡°In fact, I have studied how the lowlifes conduct their battle¡ªthe iron birds might seem difficult to handle, but they are in fact extremely weak! If they dare show themselves in the air above our city, I will definitely teach them a lesson they will never forget!¡± ¡°Even your magic power core instrument was taken by the lowlifes, so how trustworthy are your words?¡± Death Scar retorted. ¡°If not for Silent Disaster, how could I ever have lost the authority over the Deity of Gods?¡± Mask did not even look at him. ¡°The Western Front¡¯s battle have proven the potential of the Symbiotic Demons. What I have to do is just expand its application. Even though they are unable to fly, they are huge threats to those iron birds.¡± ¡°Permitted. But you cannot overuse the resources at the front lines.¡± The King gave a brief reply. ¡°That is only natural.¡± Mask decided to strike while the iron was hot. ¡°Aside from that, I have a new concept¡ªIf we are able to successfully channel magic power out and release them unmodified, we might be able to obtain a powerful war weapon. It is just that the research requires magic power cores. Am I allowed to test it out?¡± ¡°King¡¯s City has a surplus of cores. You can test this new concept of yours, but do not interfere with the Birth Tower¡¯s operations.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty!¡± Mask lowered his head. The Presiding Holy Sea gradually disappeared and the majestic King City¡¯s stone tower appeared before him. Compared to the past, this black tower had additional pairs of eyes, as though capable of scrutinizing and observing everything beneath. That was the King. In terms of magic power, ten of Masks could not compare to the Tower. In the past, he would never have had such a thought, but now¡­ Mask slowly rearranged his masks and walked towards the nesting grounds. ¡­ The King is merely a part of the core as well. Chapter 1461 - Before Dawn Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations As their distance from the demon¡¯s King City narrowed, the floating island encountered even fiercer attacks. From having one attack a day, it increased to once every few hours. More often than not, the floating island would catch sight of the second wave in the horizon even before completely dealing with the prior wave. It was only during the night did the floating island have peace. All the incomplete projects and ground facilities were basically halted, and the construction team had already focused all their manpower on repairing the runways. But against the attacks of the enemy which was akin to a tidal wave, Roland did not dare allow the Aerial Knights chase too far out as it only placed all the burden onto Eleanor. Another change was the rapid increase in the number of senior demons appearing, some of which were physically stronger, or had strange abilities and were unpredictable. Following the increasing losses of unmanned machine gun turrets, the pressure placed on the defenses magnified. The first wave of enemies broke into the floating island¡¯s interior on the second afternoon. When a few senior demons used magic blades and sliced open the sealed sluice gates, Eleanor immediately sounded the invasion alarm. God¡¯s Punishment Witches armed to the teeth formed the second line of defense as melee combat occurred across the narrow passages. The scene resembled the battlefield set up by the Union several centuries ago; just that this time, the roles of both parties were exchanged. In Alice¡¯s plans, God¡¯s Punishment Witches were the spears to penetrate the demon¡¯s formation and destroy anything in relation to the obelisk and Mother of Soul. Only by using their weak offense to break apart the enemy¡¯s defenses did humanity have a shot at winning. But on this island, the demons became the attackers, while the God¡¯s Punishment Witches only had to impede their advancements. However, their strength did not drop as a result. In a particular way, God¡¯s Punishment Witches were the bane of senior demons. Having their abilities sealed, it was difficult for them to gain the upper hand when facing a crowd of Extraordinaries or ancient witches who did not fear pain. What¡¯s more, they held guns in their hands. As a result, despite the disadvantage in numbers, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches were still able to keep the enemy out from the inner region. At the same time, traces of demon troops appeared on the ground, the majority of which were Spider Monstrous Beasts. They appeared in sparse numbers in the beginning, and later formed small patches of ¡°black puddles.¡± ¡°Truly like ants waiting for corpses.¡± Agatha glanced down at the scene beneath the floating island.¡± If we were to descend, they will definitely surge forward and rip us all to shreds.¡± ¡°There are even more demons en route; it seems like the demons¡¯ plan is to surround us.¡± Phyllis¡¯s expression turned serious. ¡°The Union used to believe that a Transcendent force was enough to obliterate the demons. Now, it appears like we were too naive.¡± ¡°Yes, even without Mask or his Symbiotic Demon army, this number isn¡¯t something the Union can ever contend with¡­¡± The Ice Witch closed her eyes. ¡°We have underestimated the Battle of Divine Will far too greatly.¡± ¡°At least you guys kept your hope,¡± Roland consoled her and patted her on her shoulders. Regardless of the end of the Witch Kingdom and the two experiences of utter defeat for humanity, they kept the flames of resistance going and never gave up. That alone was no easy feat. ¡°Your Majesty!¡± At that moment, Ferlin walked over with a new report. ¡°The trajectory of the demons¡¯ floating island has changed, it seems to be coming towards us!¡± ¡°Who was the person who reported this?¡± ¡°Miss Lightning from the Exploration Group. She even said that the enemy has expanded their patrolling radius of the Devilbeasts, so she and Maggie are no longer able to observe them from a distance. Miss Lightning also added that a large amount of magic power has appeared at the bottom of King¡¯s City. She claimed that even her weak sensitivity to magic power was enough to sense the stifling aura.¡± Roland looked at Agatha. ¡°What do you think that is?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± The latter shook her head. ¡°But since they are converging their magic power to this extent, it¡¯s definitely not something trivial.¡± ¡°I agree,¡± Roland replied. Wasn¡¯t it surprising? Symbiotic Demons, mass production of Senior Demons, Deity of Gods¡­ the number of new advancements the demons had succeeded in could be said to be innumerable. Compared to the bone spears used in the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will, they were now equipped with improved spears capable of explosion, even though not every Mad Demon had one. Although the demons had not used the gunpowder of humans, they were bound to receive relevant inspirations. In the past, people often said that war was the best catalyst for improving civilization, and from the looks of it, there¡¯s some truth to the matter. Roland looked into the projection towards the dusky sky. God¡­ is this what you want to see? Without question, if they continued their advancement, there was no chance of winning if they only continued resisting the incoming attacks. At the moment, the floating island was going against the current, which was the black tides of tens of millions of demons. If the numbers increased by a few folds, the casualties within the island would only increase exponentially. And for a strong magic power disturbance to occur at the demons¡¯ King¡¯s City meant that they had more than a single trump card. But¡­ he never had the idea of fighting the enemy to the death. The symbol that marked the final location for the floating island was very close, but since the demons were willing to initiate the bridging of the distance, he saved on the effort required. ¡°Inform everyone to head to the meeting room.¡± Roland ordered Ferlin. ¡°It¡¯s time.¡± Everyone in the command center stopped everything they were doing and moved over. The room instantly became extremely serious. ¡°Yes, Your Majesty.¡± The knight puffed up his chest and bowed. ¡­ A few minutes later, the higher-ups gathered at the top of the bridge. The sun was setting behind the horizon, dying the horizon blood red. With the entire field filled with demon corpses, it increased the desolation of twilight. ¡°Tonight, our enemy will enter our final attack radius.¡± Roland looked at each and everyone. They were gathered around the table in two rows, with the Witches on one side¡ªAnna, Wendy, Agatha, Phyllis, etc¡ªand on the other side were the army commanders¡ªIron Axe, Edith, Brian, Ferlin¡­ All of their eyes brimmed with unspeakable confidence. Even though the enemy numbers were enough to blot out the sky, no one revealed any intent of retreat or unease. ¡°There¡¯s no need for me to repeat this plan again. Since its inception, everyone played a part in it and witnessed the entire process,¡± Roland said unhurriedly. ¡°Although I was the one who suggested the plan, it would never have come to fruition without everyone¡¯s hard work.¡± The prototype bombs, the calculation of the parameters, the choice of the configuration, and air drop tests¡ªeven with the support of the Design Bureau of Graycastle, he had steadily taken a step at a time, completing a full set of tests as it went from something experimental to an actual weapon. It was just so that no accidents would occur on the real battlefield. ¡°To ensure a low possibility of detection and to prevent any unnecessary waste en route, the fleet will move out at around five in the early morning. Navigating in the night is extremely dangerous, but I believe that Tilly will be able to lead the Aerial Knights to success. If everything goes smoothly, a new ¡®sun¡¯ will appear tomorrow morning.¡± Seeing that no one objected at the meeting, Roland stood up and said, ¡°Then, let me announce the official commissioning of the Glory of the Sun!¡± He paused for a moment. ¡°¡ªRemember, the darkest period is precisely right before dawn.¡± Chapter 1462 - Night of Endless Toss and Turns Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations 12:00 a.m. The hangars remained brightly lit. All the magic stones that gave off light were gathered and distributed to the hangars. Aside from providing light, a portion of the magic stones were installed onto the planes for the lack of light sources. This operation involved all the Aerial Knights; not only did the 200 odd planes represent Neverwinter¡¯s full air force, they also represented humanity¡¯s hope. Several hundred ground crew support rushed about the warehouses with carts, inspecting every plane with Anna in the lead. With her hair tied up and with thigh-high boots, her appearance in work clothes left a huge impression on everyone. It also elevated the atmosphere. Roland was no exception¡ªher greasy cheeks in contrast with her sparkling and clear sapphire eyes left a deep impression in him. 1:30 a.m. With the plane inspections coming to a close, the refilling of fuel began. All the ventilation fans operated at full capacity to reduce the fuel fumes in the air. Due to the low requirement for illumination, along with the bid to lower risks and prevent accidents from occurring, this step was conducted at the hangars and ground surface simultaneously. Out of the ground surface air units, the most eye-catching plane were the two single-winged, four-engined bombers. Although they were much smaller than the standard plane, their form remained sufficiently spectacular, with a wingspan of over 30 meters. Its pitch-black paint made it stand out at a glance. After swapping out the Phoenix¡¯s engine, she was only capable of flight with base oil, but in exchange for this was a reliable and mature body frame. Because of this, the Ministry of Engineering was able to rush out two planes before the actualization of the operation. Of course, the attractiveness of the two planes was not just their size. The appearance of the First Army and God¡¯s Punishment Witches guarding the belly of the plane similarly indicated that the two planes were different from the others. Although the majority of the people had never seen the weapon that many had placed their hopes on, everyone knew that the two planes were the crux to deciding the battle. 3:00 a.m. The Aerial Knights gathered and conducted their last route review. ¡°Remember, the cover of the night doesn¡¯t give you any reference objects to direct you. The stars in the sky will confuse you, and any light sources on the ground will be the enemy bonfires!¡± Tilly stood on the platform and spoke loudly. ¡°The only thing you can believe in are the flickering tail lights on the plane in front of you! Open your eyes wide and watch the positions of your teammates. Upon leaving the floating island, there will be no chance of turning back! ¡°If everything goes smoothly, we will arrive at the designated location by daybreak. After that, the two bombers will cast their bombs in succession. During this process, your mission is to ensure that our main assault planes doesn¡¯t get attacked. Shoot down anything that attempts to draw close to it, be they Devilbeasts or senior demons! ¡°Listen clearly, due to the gap between the casting of both bombs and the explosive might of the bombs, do not stay too close to the target. Aside from that, regardless of the outcome, the fleet must return to the hangar. King Roland has allowed for failure, but hasn¡¯t agreed to sending people capable of living and surviving to die on the battlefield. The sky belongs to us, and I hope that will never change! ¡°Let us write a brand new page of history for humanity¡ªfor this operation, I will be flying alongside you!¡± ¡°Yes, Your Highness!¡± everyone shouted out in unison. 3:50 a.m. ¡°To be honest, I¡¯m nervous.¡± On the ramp beside Phoenix, Roland noticed Tilly¡¯s slightly trembling hands. It was his first time seeing her reveal an unsteady and nervous expression. They were only half an hour away from the scheduled flight. Two hundred aircrafts, if placed in the other world, was capable of sustaining four to five major operations. They had to ensure the flight formation prior flying to ensure that no one got left behind in the long-distance raid. ¡°Are you afraid?¡± ¡°Maybe¡­¡± She nodded her head first, then shook it. ¡°But I¡¯m even more anticipative of it. Brother, do you remember our promise? Just the thought that the day is coming soon makes me somewhat unable to hold down the emotions in my heart.¡± When the Battle of Divine Will concluded, Ashes would come back to life. This was the faith and belief that had supported her all the way through. ¡°Yes, I remember,¡± Roland replied gently. ¡°But the condition is that you return safely, to ensure that I didn¡¯t lie to you.¡± Tilly raised her head. ¡°Brother, can you hug me?¡± He extended his hands out and pulled the small figure into his embrace, who leaned forward naturally and laid her forehead on his chest. Time seemed to reverse to a point in time a year ago¡ªthe time when she wept in his embrace. A moment later, Tilly¡¯s breathing stabilized. ¡°I¡¯m going.¡± She took two steps back. ¡°Go on.¡± She boarded the plane, lowered the cabin cover and mouthed a few words to Roland. It was apparently ¡®thank you.¡¯ The ramp retreated as the propellers started to spin. 4:20 a.m. Sluice gates numbered one to ten were all opened, as biplane units flew out of the cruiser. Sylvie activated her Magic Eyes and observed the entire situation, reminding those that might potentially lose their comrades or to assist those deviating from the flight path. In the dark of the night, two hundred planes surrounded Eleanor Skycruiser like a swarm of fireflies. This was the phase that potentially had the highest rate of accidents¡ªthe lack of radar guidance and night vision equipment rendered the pilots blind, preventing them from differentiating the ground from the air. As more and more planes soared into the air, drifting flight path lights brought about some confusion. If Lightning and Maggie had not received Sylvie¡¯s guidance, tapping on the glass panes of everyone before any accidents happened, the fleet might had already lost some planes. 4:55 a.m. Through the radio, Roland gave out the commands. Seagull and Phoenix took the lead and initiated an ascent and they were closely followed by the two bombers. They had been given the names ¡°Kun Peng¡± and ¡°Ark of Peace,¡± which represented the cores of the two formations. Following that were the Fire of Heaven and Fury of Heaven planes, that formed the escort fleet. Although differentiated into two formations, it was only for the convenience of night flight. As for the mission itself, every plane were equally important and had been tasked to prioritize survival. Maggie and Lightning were the last to leave. The two waved to Roland, who was at the command station, and turned to fly into the darkness. Adding Shavi, Wendy, Andrea, Sylvie and the others who were on the Seagull, this formation could be termed to be humanity¡¯s full force effort. Very quickly, the large fleet became engulfed by the darkness and disappeared without a trace. Roland looked in the direction of their departure for a long period of time. ¡°Even if you do not believe in God, the only thing you can do now is pray¡­¡± Nightingale whispered emotionally. He nodded his head slightly. It was probably what everyone else staying behind was thinking. They had all done their part. The next phase was the most difficult and worrying wait¡ªto wait for fate to be determined. ¡°Fortunately, we do not need to wait for long.¡± Anna pointed to the dark horizon. ¡°The sky¡­ will be bright soon.¡± ¡­ Chapter 1463 - High Altitude Drop Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Good controlled his joystick while focused on the plane in front of him. It¡¯s really¡­ dark. Sky, clouds, ground¡ªaside from the flickering light fixed before him, he was unable to see anything. And from prolonged staring, even the tail lights seemed to become hallucinatory. Am I really moving? Or more accurately speaking, have we been stationary all this time? Good lowered his visor and rubbed his sore eyes¡ªat this moment, he noticed that his gloves were already sticky. I¡¯m actually perspiring¡­ When was the last time this happened? Most probably while chasing after the specters¡­ He took two deep breaths and silently recited the King¡¯s words. The darkest period is precisely right before the dawn. Before Dawn¡­ ¡°Let¡¯s talk, otherwise I think I¡¯ll choke.¡± At that instant, Good thought he was hearing his heart calling out to him. But he quickly reacted, because it was Finkin through the communications! ¡°Hey hey, using the transmitter to talk is breaking protocol!¡± Another familiar voice sounded¡ªHinds. ¡°Her Highness stated that we cannot use the transmitter to talk while in battle, because it might interfere with important information. But we aren¡¯t even close to the battlefield yet. The Devilbeasts can¡¯t fly at night,¡± Finkin replied. ¡°Furthermore, I am using the team frequency; Her Highness won¡¯t hear us.¡± ¡°¡­¡± There was a short silence over the receiver. ¡°Fine, I have to admit, hearing your voices is truly great.¡± Another one joined in. ¡°Lads, what do you want to talk about?¡± ¡°Anything is fine, but can everyone make a count as to how many tail lights can all of you see? To be honest, I can¡¯t make out which ones are the lights and which ones are the stars.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, anything is fine.¡± ¡°I see six large lights.¡± ¡°Four here.¡± ¡°Then you should be at the flank of the formation, be careful not to get break out of formation.¡± Very quickly, the frequency became crowded; obviously the flight in the darkness to unknown territory had placed immense pressure on everyone¡ªcompared to flying in the day where they could at least tear through the clouds and see them coming for them, they were still able to find their way back alone if they got lost. However, not only was a night flight difficult to determine that they were moving, upon being separated from the formation, it was also impossible to find Eleanor Skycruiser just with their naked eyes. Upon hearing the cacophony of his squadron mates, Good relaxed without realizing it. ¡°How¡¯s it; does chatting keep all of you relaxed?¡± The princess¡¯s voice suddenly cut in. At that instant, the frequency went silent. Without question, someone must have reported the situation to Her Highness. ¡°Erm, Your Highness, it was my fault¡ª¡± Good toughened his skin and spoke up. ¡°No, what I mean to say is that if this is effective, I can chat with all of you as well.¡± Tilly had no intent of blaming anyone. ¡°But don¡¯t forget to stare at your squadron mates and give less trouble to Maggie and Lightning.¡± Everyone was mildly stunned, but cheered after. ¡°As you command, we will not lose our targets!¡± ¡°Your Highness, rest easy. It feels like I can see much clearer now!¡± ¡°Enough, if you want to suck up, you have to do it Graycastle style; do you think you¡¯re some owl now?¡± Roars of laughter came out, and even the bombing squadron joined in. ¡°Your Highness, this is Kun Peng; can I ask you a question?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Is the explosive equipped beneath us the Glory of the Sun? Why does it look different to the Ark of Peace¡¯s? Theirs is big and round, but ours is more like a barrel.¡± Good realized that it was a question that would leave its mark in history. ¡°Because those that you are carrying are produced by the Ministry of Engineering and utilizes a simpler form. Although it isn¡¯t as strong in comparison to the others, it is sufficient to break through the enemy¡¯s first line of defense,¡± Tilly explained. ¡°But come to think of it, His Majesty Roland himself was unexpectedly satisfied with the result, and even said that it was a historical coincidence¡­¡± ¡°Er, Your Highness¡­ I don¡¯t quite understand¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t.¡± Tilly¡¯s voice suddenly became much gentler. ¡°He¡­ is a really strange man.¡± TIme seemed to crawl faster just like that. And the endless darkness beyond them was no longer as unbearable. After an unknown period of time, a surprised voice drowned out everybody¡¯s conversation. ¡°Everyone, look to your right!¡± Good turned and immediately noticed a slight gray mixed with the darkness¡ªthe distinction so fine that the majority of people would find it hard to see a difference. But its appearance was like a dye that changed the never ending darkness. At the boundary of the horizon that was affected by the gray was a smear of purplish-blue. It was the prelude to daybreak. ¡°Focus up!¡± Tilly bellowed. ¡°We are arriving soon.¡± ¡­ At the same time, inside the Seagull. Sylvie looked through the darkness and caught sight of the Deity of Gods¡¯s approximate position. To avoid being sighted by the thousands of Eye Demons, she had restricted her ability only to the sky, just to ensure that the formation¡¯s path had not deviated. It was only when daybreak was approaching did she carefully cast her eyes to the ground. Reality proved that be it the early stages of planning and calculations or the later stages of implementation, everyone performed outstandingly to complete their tasks. In less than ten minutes, she sensed the astonishing magic power blossoming out from the Deity of Gods. As they pulled closer to the Deity of Gods, she finally saw the gigantic stronghold surrounded by Blackstone walls. At this moment, the gigantic protruding structure remained static in midair¡ªmost probably to conserve magic power. It was only tens of meters away from the ground surface. Behind it were dense troops that spanned across several kilometers. It was a god-given opportunity. She realized that in order for the ground troops to keep up, the Deity of Gods would stop upon nightfall. With such a large target staying completely still, it was impossible for the bombs to miss. More importantly, as dawn had not arrived, there were no patrolling Devilbeasts around, allowing them to seize the initiative! Sylvie picked up the handset while informing the bombing squadron of the data regarding the target while observing the enemy ranks. In her spherical field of view, the entire battlefield gradually exposed itself to her: situated high above at 7,000 meters were the two bombers. It was an altitude which would demand the Devilbeasts to take an extremely long amount of time to ascend and reach. Situated in the middle of around 2,500 to 3,000 meters in altitude were the biplanes in formation, forming a tight net to intercept anything that attempted to ascend. The Deity of Gods was less than 10 kilometers away from them, and in a few more minutes, the Kun Peng would be able to conduct the drop. But right at this time, a strange senior demon entered her vision¡ªdespite the distance, both their gazes found each other. The demon suddenly stopped moving and raised his head. ¡°He¡¯s an Eye Demon; he spotted us!¡± Sylvie¡¯s heart jumped. Although they knew that the demons¡¯ migration would employ a great number of Eye Demons and they would ultimately be discovered, the actual occurrence still caused her heart to skip a beat. ¡°It is already too late for them.¡± Andrea activated the Sigil of Listening and reported to Tilly, ¡°Bombers are about to go into positions, take heed to avoid them.¡± ¡°Roger that.¡± ¡°Right, the demons have noticed our fleet.¡± She feigned a casual tone. ¡°Is that so, I¡¯ve been waiting for this.¡± After completing her sentence, Tilly immediately turned on the frequency that broadcast to everyone. ¡°Everyone, pay attention, take a ten degree turn to the right and engage in a roundabout. Prepare for the blast.¡± The large biplane formation turned immediately with the gradually brightening sky. The hue of the entire dome remained dark, but it was no longer a pitch black that prevented them from seeing their own hands, but more of a dark blue that neared blackness. The stars turned dimmer as the lights on the planes became more obvious. The only one that remained in its original path was the Kun Peng, it had to maintain perfect stability before casting the bomb. Unlike the Fury of Heavens that were capable of dropping bombs while diving, the Kun Peng and Ark of Peace were specially designed planes meant for unloading the unique bombs, with all sorts of aiming equipment on the ready. The planes also had pressurized capabilities, allowing them to fly much longer than the ordinary biplanes. Although night vision was extremely limited, there were thin clouds beneath them. But sight was not needed with Sylvie supplying the accurate data. The crew in charge of releasing the bomb only performed simple calculations and gestured to the pilot that they were ready. ¡°Open hold, release!¡± A low rumble sounded from the belly of the plane when the control stick was being pulled upwards¡ªit was the sound of the heavy bomb being separated from its frame. Once the large object that weighed about four tons was released, the bomber was instantly lifted, swaying for a moment before regaining stability. This bomb that transformed into an unremarkable black dot increased its speed due to gravity, heading straight towards the Deity of Gods. Chapter 1464 - Daybreak Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Above King¡¯s City on the Deity of Gods. Mask, who possessed many heads, did not require long periods of rest. Or it could be said that by staggering rest for each of his heads, he could maintain a long period of lucidity. As such, the moment the Eye Demon guards noticed something abnormal, he received the alert. ¡°The enemy is here.¡± The King¡¯s consciousness was also transmitted over without causing so much as a stir. ¡°From the dark of the night.¡± Those lowlifes are trying to use the night to avoid the Devilbeasts¡¯ surveillance. That is without a doubt. However, what can those iron birds do? Do they think that we remain without any preparations? ¡°I¡¯m still waking those Bogle idiots up, but it still requires some time!¡±Undeserved¡¯s reaction was clearly slower, but in consideration that he only had a mere head, his wariness was already perfect enough. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t matter if it¡¯s a little late.¡± Nassaupelle took out a mini core. ¡°I¡¯ve said before that I¡¯ve already fully studied the combat strategies of the iron birds. Your Majesty, leave these irritating lowlifes to me.¡± Under the might of his magic power, the Blackstone wall that formed King¡¯s City¡¯s dome extended several crystalline ¡°branches.¡± These were originally part of the first generation of Symbiotic Demons, but after his special modifications, it could no longer shot out crystalline needles, but another type of special miniature Symbiotic Demon. After several clashes, he could already tell that the iron birds¡ªmachinery which the humans called the Fury of Heaven or Fire of Heaven¡ªpossessed a clear flaw. Despite their speed being faster than Bogle Beasts, there was no way they could change directions as agilely as the latter. This flaw was more obvious the faster they went. The resulting flying trajectory presented a circular arc, and when diving, there was no way they could do a barrel roll. This meant that at specific points in time, they definitely needed to pass through certain spots. In other words, as long as they decided on the needles¡¯ fragmentation degree ahead of time, the Symbiotic Demon¡¯s chances of hitting the iron birds would greatly increase. Of course, the crystalline needles were incapable of doing this, but by viewing the problem from a different angle, changing the projectile to a Symbiotic Demon which could autonomously judge the situation would make everything a lot simpler. These needle-shaped objects would automatically explode when approaching the iron birds, turning into a group of Symbiotic Demons which could temporarily float. Once they landed on the iron birds, they would act like parasites, tearing and chewing the target¡¯s weak outer shell. Mask believed that this series of defensive systems would definitely leave a deep impression on the sneak attackers. However, through the Eye Demon guards, the subsequent reactions of the humans left him slightly surprised. The mechanical iron birds did not launch an assault on the Deity of Gods during the gap before the Devilbeasts rose to the sky. Instead, they turned south collectively, like they were deliberately avoiding King¡¯s City. What does this mean? Are the lowlifes abandoning the attack? ¡°Heh, they are fleeing. It looks like your toys won¡¯t have a chance of being used.¡±Undeserved scoffed lightly. ¡°In the end, it still requires me to do the pursuing of humans.¡± No¡­ It shouldn¡¯t be like this. Nassaupelle frowned. Although he labeled the humans as lowlifes, the past clashes was enough to prove that this magicless bodies had no lack in courage. Since they were taking the risk to plan a night expedition, how could they show fear and escape before the battle began at a critical point? Now, there was only one source the Eye Demon guards could sense in their vision. It implied that most of the lowlifes had yet to ¡°see¡± the Deity of Gods. While the night limited the other party, it also weakened the Eye Demon guard¡¯s senses. Could it be¡­ that this bunch of iron birds are not the main assault force of the humans? An idea suddenly popped up in his head as he controlled all the Eye Demon guards to look around the empty skies around the Deity of Gods. This time, the Eye Demon guards were not using magic power, but the visual abilities of thousands of eyes. ¡°What are you doing?¡± Undeserved immediately protested unhappily. Mask didn¡¯t bother explaining to him. All his brains were connected to the Eye Demon guards. After a while, he finally noticed something peculiar in the empty night sky. He saw an inconspicuous black metallic object flying towards the Deity of Gods. Its body was far smaller than the iron bird, and it was very difficult to differentiate it from the dark blue background. This cylinder-shaped object immediately made Mask recall of the explosive object that Fury of Heaven planes had dropped previously¡­ However, were the humans going to such great lengths just to drop something like this? Even so, Nassaupelle continued ordering his subordinates to launch the magic barriers. At that moment, an extremely bright light bloomed in the sky! This was also the final scene he saw through the Eye Demon guards. The light lasted for less than the time it took to blink. All the Eye Demon guards disconnected from him, and what was left in his mind was an extremely scorching pain and whiteness. He could not help but growl! But this was not the end. The Deity of Gods seemed to be nudged by something as the city¡¯s interior quaked amid a buzz. The dome let out a sharp shriek and the ground began to collapse. Nassaupelle only felt his feet sink as his body seemed to float up. ¡­ Tilly did not see the instant the explosion happened. Although she had prepared black shades, to capture the explosive thrown from seven thousand meters high with the naked eye was quite impossible. Besides, wearing shades made her already terrible vision turned darker. After a few attempts, she gave up the idea. As such, only when the world was lit up did Tilly subconsciously realize what was happening. At that fateful moment, she had her back facing the Deity of Gods. Instantly, the plane¡¯s wings were illuminated into a sparkling radiance. Even the rivets on it could be seen clearly. As for the protruded parts of the plane, it even drew out a staggering long shadow! In the past, only daybreak could outline and illuminate all things in the night sky, pushing back the darkness. Tilly drew a deep breath of air and turned her head to look over¡ª A huge fireball appeared several hundred meters above the Deity of Gods, but regardless of its height, it rapidly descended and still managed to illuminate the floating fortress. The grand Blackstone walls emitted billowing green smoke, as though they were swept by a surge of air. However, Tilly knew that it was no air, but illumination which reached a certain intensity. It was able to deliver an impact force and ignite any flammable object. At the same time, the fireball began warping as ripples began to rapidly spread outwards. If not for the Deity of Gods setting off as a foil, she would not have been able to see this stunning scene. The ripples collided with the floating fortress beneath it, akin to a gigantic palm striking a wooden table that was covered in dust. Large amounts of dust instantly stirred and nearly blanketed the vertebral body¡¯s surface. Following that, it was the rest of the Deity of Gods and finally, the ground. From the moment the smoke leaped up, one could tell that the ripples looked nothing ethereal. They were corporeal and real. After it struck the ground, it continued inflating, surging straight for the fleet! ¡°Prepare to charge!¡± Tilly raised the transmitter receiver and yelled. ¡°Boom¡ª!¡± Only then did the earth-shaking boom reach her ears. The silent night was finally shattered. Accompanied by the rumbling booms, the planes began to vibrate violently. At the same time, under the influence of the blast, the planes plummeted like they had lost control. It took them several seconds before they stabilized the situation. The loud boom was like a gong that marked the creation of a new world, announcing the arrival of dawn. A sliver of morning light tore through the mountain ridge as it projected across the land. And the fireball had already turned into a yellowish-brown column of smoke. Its bottom was deeply embedded in the Deity of Gods while the top was constantly rising, merging with the clouds. Tilly once again gave the order to turn around. When the fleet flew to the eastside, she finally saw the Deity of Gods under the cloud of smoke. From an overall perspective, it was almost unaffected. Compared to the rickety trees below, it still remained floating stably in midair. However, the result of the explosion was not without any damage. Through the smoke, they saw a huge hole in the Blackstone pyramid¡¯s top! Chapter 1465 - Battle of Struggles Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Cough! Cough¡­ Cough¡­¡± It took Nassaupelle quite a while to get up from the rubble. If he had not prepared a fortified body, he would probably have died from the tremor. Darn it¡ªwhat were those lowlifes doing!? Although a life was worth nothing to him, he did not wish to be discovered that he was capable of transplanting his soul under the watchful eyes of the King. Until he fully obtained control over the core, he had to try his best to maintain his current image. Only then would he be able to reduce the wariness others had of him. ¡°Your Majesty, are you alright¡­¡± ¡°The dome to King¡¯s City is damaged. The magic barrier has been shattered. The time to restore it to normal is expected to taken an hour.¡± The King rigidly instructed, ¡°We have to immediately take countermeasures!¡± ¡°What was the bright light and boom from just now?¡± Blood Conqueror¡¯s voice interjected. ¡°Why was I able to see the turmoil even from Arrieta?¡± ¡°Where are the Eye Demon guards? I can¡¯t contact any of them!¡± Undeserved felt somewhat flustered. ¡°Mask, what did you do!?¡± What did he do? A raging fire suddenly surged up in Nassaupelle¡¯s heart. Had these idiots who were all brawn no brains not figured it out yet? The humans had launched an unprecedented attack on the demon race! The white light¡¯s brightness had reached an unbelievable state. Just the visual blast was enough to cause damage. Now, more than ten of his brains were blind. Even the sun couldn¡¯t do the same. As for the outcome of the Eye Demon guards, it was obvious. For the first time, Mask did not hide his emotions. ¡°The Eye Demon guards are dead. Use your own eyes to see.¡± After he said those words coldly, he went up to the nearest floating platform. On the way, rubble kept falling from the dome, crashing into the wide Red Mist Lake. Regardless of this damage, it did not threaten the Birth Tower. But ever since the establishment of King¡¯s City, this place had never been defiled by the enemy. This no doubt was a setback to the race¡¯s psychology. After climbing to the highest point of King¡¯s City, a sizzling hot wave inundated him. There was a smell of burning mixed in the air as though a fire had once ravaged the area. He clearly remembered that the white light first appeared close to the top of the dome, a few hundred meters in the sky from where he was. Despite such a distance, the heat still remained and this far exceeded his level of comprehension. After surveying the area, Nassaupelle had a basic understanding of the entire situation. Without a doubt, the black metallic object was the culprit of all of this. Not only did it cause a huge hole in the dome, but it also destroyed many Symbiotic Demon defensive installations. From the periphery of the cracks that cratered in, the outer region of the city had been crushed by a particular force. Although the crystals that made up the upper shell was not as resilient as the Birth Tower, they had been under the protection of the magic barrier. Yet, just one attack had blasted open a hole. This served to prove that the destructive force of the object was astounding. It was absolutely impossible for snow powder to have such effects, even if the quantity was raised by ten times. The weapon the humans had used was clearly new legacy, but the demon race knew nothing about it! What warped Mask¡¯s expression even more was that the iron birds did not swoop down while taking advantage of the situation. They did not launch an attack on the ground forces which were in chaos. Instead, they turned around and had no intention of coming close! This thing¡­ Could it be that there might be more than one? He turned his head to see the tower and the churning Red Mist Lake beneath the crack as his heart abruptly sank. ¡°Let all Bogle Beasts rise into the sky. Do not be held back by the iron birds. Investigate from a high elevation as best as they can. Once they discover any abnormalities, report it to me immediately!¡± Mask roared using his consciousness. ¡°Report to you? Nassaupelle, are you mistaken about something? The King City¡¯s Bogle Beasts army is under my command!¡± Undeserved said in an unfriendly manner. If I had not managed to successfully produce a Symbiotic Demon capable of flight from my research, would I be here listening to your nonsense!? Mask held down his anger and said, ¡°Listen up. The human¡¯s main force is not that bunch of iron birds, but something else¡ª¡± As he recalled the scene from before, he continued, ¡°That thing likely can fly very high. And it carried a weapon that is dropped from a high elevation. It will then detonate at a particular height. Due to its tremendous might, all the iron birds are circling the outer perimeter. Their goal is not to attack the Deity of Gods but to protect the main attacker! You have to find it as quickly as possible and destroy it. Otherwise, we are doomed!¡± ¡°Doomed? You mean¡­ as a result of the humans?¡± Undeserved was taken aback. ¡°Quick. Take down those troops. Only you are capable of doing so!¡± Mask transferred his consciousness to the race¡¯s core. ¡°Your Majesty, please allow me to move the Deity of Gods. We cannot remain here. We would only become target practice for the humans if this continues!¡± He originally imagined that it would take a great deal of effort to convince the King of moving the floating fortress to avoid the humans, but to his surprise, the King quickly gave the orders. ¡°Control over King¡¯s City will temporarily be under your charge. Make sure to eradicate the intruders!¡± This is a conclusion that is devoid of emotions and completely a result of reason¡­Mask bowed his head at the Birth Tower. ¡°Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.¡± Ever since the King fused with the core apparatus, he acted more to Mask¡¯s liking. Perhaps in a century or more, he would truly understand his beliefs. Unfortunately, if not for the Presiding Holy See being that terrifying, he would not have to go to such drastic measures. Mask raised the mini core high and infused magic power into it. The Deity of Gods produced a rumbling sound and lifted off without any warning signs. At the same time, it flew towards the bottom of where the pillar of smoke was dispersing. With full control, he didn¡¯t need to inform the subordinates. Just the core in his hand was enough to make all of King¡¯s City operate as he wished. The floating island¡¯s sudden movement caused a nontrivial amount of danger to the demons without a doubt. For example, the unlucky fools who traversed the boundaries of the cliffs would fall tens of thousands of feet and splatter to their deaths. However, this was no longer something Nassaupelle needed to consider. If he allowed the black explosive land on the dome, the situation would truly be irreversible! ¡­ ¡°A large number of Devilbeasts taking flight has been detected! I repeat, a large number of Devilbeasts taking flight has been detected!¡± ¡°They are heading for us!¡± ¡°This is Squadron 6. Lads, spread out and brace for the attack!¡± After the light of dawn illuminated the skies, the Aerial Knights finally didn¡¯t need to rely on the taillights to determine their bearings. However, being bathed in the golden light of dawn was not a perfect situation. Apart from the blooming cloud of smoke, a large number of black dots appeared in the vision of everyone. They were surging out of the Deity of Gods like a horde of hornets. ¡°Ark of Peace, how¡¯s the situation right now?¡± Tilly asked loudly. ¡°We have finished doing the calculations. We are proceeding to our drop point.¡± Previously, in order to confirm the situation of the explosion, it wasted the bombing squadron quite a bit of time. As the demons¡¯ King¡¯s City had an outer shell, to fully express the second high-explosive bomb¡¯s might, they needed to do their best to close in on the source of the Red Mist. Even though Sylvie had managed to calculate the new parameters for the air drop at quick notice, the natural errors that resulted from a seven-thousand-meter drop exceeded the range of the hole. As such, the Ark of Peace had intentionally lowered its altitude by 1,500 meters so as to ensure that the bomb would enter the city. ¡°Ark of Peace is preparing for the drop. All squadrons, be prepared for the charge.¡± Tens of seconds later, the transmitter sounded its report. ¡°Wait!¡± At that moment, Sylvie suddenly interrupted. ¡°The Deity of Gods is beginning to move!¡± Chapter 1466 - Chaos Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations On the Ark of Peace, Eagle Face, who held the sluice gates tightly and was prepared to pull it up, retracted his hand. ¡°In which direction?¡± ¡°Nine degrees east. They are headed for the smoke pillar!¡± ¡°Instructor, what do we do next?¡± the chief pilot turned his head and asked. With the Deity of Gods¡¯s mass, it was impossible to avoid a bombardment from the air even if it moved. What¡¯s more, the magic barrier had been dispelled. As long as the second Glory of the Sun landed near the Blackstone pyramid, there was a nontrivial chance that the obelisk would be destroyed. To the fleet, this was no doubt the safest choice. However, he had not boarded this plane out of concerns for safety. The pilots of the two bombers were picked from excellent trainees. Only the aircraft commander was helmed by an instructor. The goal was obvious. The former was key to flying the plane well, while the latter was the guarantee that the mission would be completed. A nontrivial chance of success implied that there was still a chance of failure. And what he wanted was to lose the parts that relied on destiny, pushing what he could control to the maximum. Regarding the possibility that the Deity of Gods would move in between the two assaults, to the point of it moving right from the beginning, the General Staff had discussed the matter numerous times. There was only one solution¡ªexchange height for a successful hit. This could happen until the enemy had no way of dodging the strike. ¡°Descend by 2,000 meters. Recalculate the drop trajectory.¡± Eagle Face did not hesitate to give the order. ¡°We will follow them wherever they go!¡± ¡­ At this moment, the Devilbeasts had already ¡°collided¡± with the fleet. Good could feel the sky darkening more than a shade. It felt as though the dawn which had just happened was once again swallowed by the night sky. No matter where he looked, there would be enemies all around him. The only thing that eased his heart was the glaring stream of light which the Fury of Heaven¡¯s autocannons spewed. Aiming, or simply firing straight ahead would tear any Devilbeast that blocked the way to pieces. Technique of each individual was of little meaning in a battle of this scale. Even if one had eyes all around, it was impossible to discover every enemy that charged at him. If not for his squadron mates protecting him along the way, he would have long been struck by the bone spears that flew everywhere. After three firing sweeps, Good felt the scene before him light up. He realized that he had already torn through the hordes of Devilbeasts. When turning his head back, no enemy was pursuing his tail. ¡°What are the demons doing? Their attention doesn¡¯t not seem to be on us.¡± Finkin, who had always been by his flank, also noticed this. As Good steered his plane to pull open a distance, he instantly felt something amiss. Taking in the combat situation as a whole, only a small number of the dense horde of Devilbeasts in the sky was entangling themselves with the Aerial Knights. The rest were trying their best to fly higher. Logically speaking, the demons should not have been able to discover the bomber that was above the clouds. The facts also proved that they had yet to discover their target. Although they were climbing higher into the sky, the trajectories they took were utterly chaotic. It felt like they were barging around aimlessly. ¡°Darn it, the demons are trying to find the Ark of Peace!¡± Good roared into the transmitter. ¡°Isn¡¯t that good?¡± Finkin whistled. ¡°At their flying speed, it won¡¯t be easy for them to catch up to the bomber. We can also take the opportunity to eliminate a few of them. We can reduce the pressure placed on Her Highness.¡± Although that was the case, Good still felt uneasy. ¡°Another group of enemies are charging at us!¡± a squadron mate warned. ¡°Let¡¯s head to the clouds. It¡¯s more suitable for a battle of attrition. When at an elevation above four thousand meters, the Devilbeasts would find it exhausting just to flap their wings. We can then shave off the vanguards one layer at a time.¡± ¡°That sounds like a good plan!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll first head on up!¡± More than ten biplanes raised their noses and flew for higher heights. However, Good did not follow. He adjusted his transmitter to the squadron¡¯s channel and said individually to Finkin, ¡°Let¡¯s stay in this area.¡± ¡°What? Stay here? What if the enemy suddenly abandons the search. The first to bear the brunt would be us!¡± His old partner immediately voiced his doubts. ¡°Besides, aren¡¯t we letting the rest take all the credit by not seizing the opportunity to make more confirmed kills?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what¡¯s important. What¡¯s important is the actions of the demons!¡± Good explained as he stared at the battlefield intently. ¡°Think about it. Since they can guess at the existence of the bomber, would they not discover that the strike was, in fact, a result of an inconspicuous bomb?¡± ¡°No way¡­ The demons do not know of the existence of the Glory of the Sun project at all. They did not discover our attack ahead of time either. How is it possible that they figured out so much just minutes after the first bomb strike?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure, but I feel that the floating city¡¯s movement towards the smoke column is probably not a coincidence,¡± Good muttered. Typically, that¡¯s a dust cloud formed by the explosive material. They would be eager to dodge it, so why would they deliberately approach it. If it¡¯s a deliberate move by the demons, it means the period of time when the bomb drops is the final moment they can counterattack.¡± ¡°Alright.¡± After a moment of silence, Finkin replied helplessly, ¡°I¡¯ll believe you this once if you say so. However, if we lose out on achieving meritorious deeds, you will have to compensate me.¡± ¡°How¡¯s a month of Chaos Drinks?¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need. Just introduce me to your younger sister.¡± ¡°Buzz¡ª¡± The receiver produced the cutting off sound of the communications. Finkin smiled and turned his head to fly towards Good. ¡­ Darn it. These bastard is really a nuisance! Undeserved controlled a flying magic stone, frantically dodging the barrage of bullets. According to Mask, being hit by these tiny objects was no different from being directly struck by a hammer. The magic shields were unable to last long either. Even Silent Disaster had suffered under the humans¡¯ firearms, so he naturally had no plans on experiencing it for himself. With his abilities, it would have been easy to interfere with the humans¡¯ senses. Even if they wore God¡¯s Stones of Retaliation, he was still able to influence them to a certain extent. Unfortunately, he was targeted by a Witch. To Undeserved¡¯s dismay, the Witch had no intention to use magic to clinch victory. She rode on a blood-red iron bird and would never enter a radius of nine hundred feet from him. Despite fleeing after every strike, she was agile and her aim was good. It caused him to enter a passive state of being unable to catch up to her or shake her off his tail. For a magic power user to not rely on her magic but on an external object for combat was an insult to him! Furthermore, there appeared to be more than one of such bastards. For example, God¡¯s Stone bullets shot out from the clouds from time to time, clearly from a Witch. If not for his upgrade, making him especially sensitive to enemy intent, he would have long been struck by the sneak attack. It was meant to be a pursuit of the humans, but they ended up being hounded by their prey. This threw Undeserved into a dilemma and he never felt so peeved before. At the end of the day, the only one who could be as agile in the sky as on the ground was Hackzord who was known as Sky Lord. Despite all his abilities, all he could do was dodge with the help of the flying magic stone. It¡¯s all Nassaupelle¡¯s fault. If we were allowed to use the Bogle Beast army to engage the enemy in battle, would I be chased by this unbridled red iron bird? What main attacking force that¡¯s hiding high in the sky. He speaks of it like he has seen it for himself! Undeserved dodged another attack of the Witch and turned to look upwards, only to feel stunned. He saw a massive, pitch-black iron bird swoop out of the pillar of smoke. Its frame was thicker than the biggest Bogle Beasts. Its wings had four propulsion installations, completely incomparable to the other double-winged iron birds! Without a doubt, this was the ¡°abnormality¡± which Mask was referring to. To think he actually got it right. The other Bogle Beasts troops also noticed this. They chased after the new target based on the commands originally issued. Although the humans attempted to stop them, their numbers were puny in comparison. All they could do was stall for time; downing the gigantic iron bird was only a matter of time. ¡°Fine. You got it right.¡± Undeserved used a sigil to send the message. ¡°My troops have discovered your so-called main force. I believe it will soon be resolved.¡± However, Mask¡¯s voice did not have a tinge of relief. ¡°What does it look like? Tell me, quick!¡± Undeserved frowned, but he said frankly, ¡°It looks like an even bigger artificial iron bird.¡± ¡°What¡¯s below its belly? Is there something hanging from it?¡± At that moment, the Witch came attacking again. Is there no end to this! Once I finish off the big one, all of you will be next! After Undeserved dodged, he finally had the time to take a careful look. ¡°It has nothing underneath it. What exactly do you wish to say?¡± ¡°Nothing?¡± Mask repeated in a rare instance. ¡°That¡¯s right,¡± Undeserved said impatiently. ¡°Apart from a huge hole, I don¡¯t see anything.¡± Chapter 1467 - Different Fates Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Nassaupelle only felt a chill run down his back. He had seen the iron bird¡¯s launching bombs when they swooped down. Since the first attack came from a huge metallic object, then the bigger iron bird which Undeserved discovered was a complete match. Ignoring the discussion on when the humans managed to build such large iron birds, at the very least, their principles and structure were interrelated. And for the belly to only have a huge hole, it meant that the enemy had already dropped the second metallic object! Then where was it now? As Nassaupelle changed the direction of King¡¯s City, he looked up towards the smoke pillar. But he soon gave up his meaningless attempts. Without the aid of the Eye Demon guards, his several pairs of half-blind eyes were unable to find the answer in the chaotic sky. There were traces of battle between the Bogle Beasts and the iron birds, and any black speck that fell could be a fragment of the iron birds or a limb of a Bogle Beast, or even a Primal Demon who had lost its mount. In fact, he couldn¡¯t even see the gigantic black iron bird which Undeserved saw. The billowing smoke had already spread out for dozens of miles. A huge ¡®umbrella¡¯ had formed above his head and had undoubtedly formed a contiguous screen. Trying to figure out the overall situation from a low elevation was basically impossible. ¡°Did it throw something? Or is there any black object that¡¯s rapidly descending?¡±Mask asked with a roar. ¡°Yes, there¡¯re things like that everywhere.¡± Undeserved answer did not exceed his expectations. ¡°If you want me to find something, it¡¯s best you be clearer in your description.¡± There¡¯s no more time! Nassaupelle came to a realization. What else could he do? How was he to dodge such a strike? Many hypotheses surfaced in his mind, but they were quickly written off. This won¡¯t do¡­ That won¡¯t do¡­ Not this either! Finally, Mask discovered that he was at his wits¡¯ end. Faced with the enemy¡¯s incredible legacy weapon, there was little he could do. The Deity of Gods was massive, so trying to change the direction in a short period of time was basically impossible. Even if he had issued a command for a full retreat towards the core apparatus, the massive inertia pushed the mountain body slowly forward. Intercept the metallic object? Ignoring the problem of not knowing the precise location and its speed, realizing the given order would be impossible. The Bogle Beast troops have already fully scattered and had targeted the huge iron bird. The Birth Tower¡¯s conscious transmission could only be sensed by higher ascendants who had touched the Realm of Mind. There was no way for him to immediately inform the threat to more than a thousand Primal Demons and Junior Demons who were in battle. The only thing Mask could pin his hopes on was that the fellows with one head could be a little smarter, treating the humans¡¯ weapon as ¡°another abnormality,¡± and not allow the black metallic object to crash into King¡¯s City. The fate of the demons no longer had anything to do with his personal will. ¡­ Sylvie could not help but bite down on her lips. The Ark of Peace was already billowing in smoke due to the attacks of the demons¡¯ encirclement. The plane¡¯s nose was indented from the enemy¡¯s strikes and although two of its engines were still working, it did not reverse the fate of it crashing. Around the Ark of Peace was a dense horde of Devilbeasts. They were coming from every direction, throwing their long spears with explosive effects at the plane which had lost control. The scene reminded her of vultures splitting the meat of their prey. This was also a decision made by the squadron. In order to reduce the errors from dropping the bomb, Ark of Peace had descended from seven thousand meters to four thousand meters. This distance was already smaller than the safety limit, and the trajectory calculated was basically that of a direct drop into the enemy¡¯s search zone. At the same time, with them passing through the fatal radiating column, it meant that there was no turning back once they decided on a course of action. After obtaining the modified parameters and calculating the outcome, the aircraft commander, Eagle Face, did not say much to her. All he said was two sentences. ¡°Ark of Peace, roger that. ¡°Thank you. The rest of the mission is up to you.¡± It was as though this was a most ordinary matter. If she had not informed the numbers she observed or had chosen a safer route¡­ Wendy suddenly held her hand, as though she could see that she lacked the heart of what had just happened. ¡°This is not your fault. Eagle Face knows very well of his responsibilities. He also completed his mission in outstanding fashion. If not for the Ark of Peace attracting a large number of enemies, the Aerial Knights would have probably suffered an inestimable loss. Let them retreat from the blast zone and be prepared for the blast.¡± Sylvie knew that Wendy was right. When fighting the enemy on their homeground while they held the absolute data advantage, it already wasn¡¯t easy for the Aerial Knights to last so long. She could not let Eagle Face¡¯s efforts be in vain. ¡°Yes¡­¡± She took a deep breath and rallied herself. She passed the news through a sigil and transmitter simultaneously. The planes which received the notice turned directions and used the advantage of their speed to escape the battlefield. It was also at this moment that Sylvie saw an incredible scene. Not all the Aerial Knights were retreating into the distance. Three Fury of Heaven planes had no intention of leaving and were instead flying towards the demons¡¯ King¡¯s City! ¡­ ¡°Hey, do you know what you are doing!?¡± In the receiver, Finkin¡¯s rowdy voice blared ceaselessly. ¡°This is not an exercise!¡± ¡°I know that obviously!¡± Good roared as well. As he spoke, he shot and finished a Devilbeast which was charging straight at him. ¡°If everyone is flying out, the enemy is bound to discover that the Ark of Peace has dropped the bomb. Although changing its trajectory isn¡¯t easy, who knows what will eventually happen! If you don¡¯t believe, look at that fellow¡ªhe clearly has the same idea as me!¡± The reason why Good insisted on staying in the original area of attack was precisely because he was worried that the demons would notice the bomb which was dropped from a high altitude and manage to stop it from landing on the Deity of Gods. The second high-explosive bomb weighed four tons and it was installed with a God¡¯s Stone of Retaliation. Be it spear-throwing or the power of magic stones, it was difficult to damage it. However, the problem lay in the fact that it only produced the best effects by exploding in the core region of the floating city. This was something that was emphasized numerous times in the battle briefings. It was nearly impossible for the Devilbeasts to chase after it by their own initiative, but one could never be too careful. If a Devilbeast were to happen to intercept it while it followed its trajectory, the outcome might be greatly altered. And he was the guardian to see it to the end. Regretfully, he was not the only one who had thought of this. Someone had acted faster than him. Perhaps he had taken action the moment the bomb left the plane. That person was none other than Manfeld Castein. In fact, he was the first to notice Manfeld¡¯s plane and, from the chaos, found the round bomb. The three Fury of Heaven planes took up a triangular formation and chased after the bomb. Their engines produced ear-splitting booms that tore through their earmuffs. Good even saw the stabilizer fins located at the end of the bomb. If he was maneuvering a former Fire of Heaven, his plane would probably be reduced to pieces from traveling at such high speeds. Thankfully, the journey wasn¡¯t too far. After destroying two Devilbeasts which attempted an approach, the huge hole in the dome of the Deity of Gods appeared before their eyes. Chapter 1468 - Ignition Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Good clenched his control stick tightly and stared unblinkingly ahead. Time seemed to flow slowly. In the beginning, he could still hear the roaring of the engines, but gradually, the voice was drowned by the thumping of his heartbeats. It didn¡¯t take long before the sound of his heartbeats vanished. The world about him became especially serene. As the bomb distanced itself from the Fury of Heaven, the opening in the dome appeared larger. It nearly occupied all of his vision. At this point in time, many demons had noticed them. However, in that frozen moment in time, their actions of turning tail was as slow as a snail. Scenes from the meeting before they set off on the mission surfaced in his mind involuntarily. ¡°Your Highness, do the bombs dropped by the bombing squadron really possess such immense power?¡± ¡°If I fly fast enough, I should be able to outrun the blast, right?¡± The person who asked was none other than Finkin. Regardless of the occasion, he could always used his inappropriate words to garner laughter in everyone. To be honest, he envied the guy at times. ¡°Unless you can fly faster than light,¡± the princess rebutted mercilessly. ¡°At the instant it explodes, the intense light it generates is enough to instantly cook you. By the time you see it, it¡¯s already too late. Even if you are lucky to dodge the light, the subsequent blast will exceed the speed of sound for a brief moment. Therefore, the only safe way of dodging is to keep a sufficient distance from it,¡± she paused when she said that. ¡°At least that¡¯s how it is for the first bomb.¡± ¡°What about the second bomb?¡± ¡°If the god of luck blesses you, you might have a chance. However, compared to praying to the heavens, why not nudge your control stick and retreat ahead of time?¡± Amid the laughter, Her Highness Tilly did not continue going in detail. However, it left an impression on Good. In fact, after seeing the explosion of the first bomb, he could guess at the hiding method pointed out by Princess Tilly. Just the Glory of the Sun alone was not enough to completely obliterate the Deity of Gods. This was also the reason why targeting the core of the Red Mist Lake was emphasized in the plan. And when its interior exploded, the latter¡¯s massive body would become a natural shield. However, Princess Tilly wasn¡¯t right on one thing. It was not completely down to luck. A lot of it depended on their squadron mates. If it were anyone else, Good wouldn¡¯t have been that certain. And the person in charge of the second drop was the aircraft commander of the Ark of Peace, Eagle Face. He was a person who never believed in luck. If it was the instructor, he would definitely ensure that he met the responsibilities of his duty. This was also why Good was determined to escort the bomb to the end. He did not wish for the enemy¡¯s luck to destroy all that the instructor had done. ¡°Hey, Good! Answer me! Are you in a daze!?¡± Suddenly, his companion¡¯s voice broke the stillness of time. The wind and engine sounds entered his ears once again. ¡°Bastard, any longer, and we will be dropping in together with the bomb! Do you really want to abandon Rachel¡ª¡± ¡°Do you still remember the series of actions we did during our exercises?¡± Good interrupted him. ¡°Three, two, one!¡± Just as he finished his sentence, Manfeld, who was flying ahead, pulled his plane up. He followed closely behind as he pulled the control stick to his chest. The three planes scattered like a blooming flower, and right in the middle of the flower was that round bomb. The tremendous forces pressed him to his seat, making it difficult to even breathe. His vision slowly spun, going from the opening to the Blackstone pyramid¡¯s exterior. Even with the Fury of Heaven¡¯s engine, it was still a difficult feat to pull of. While plummeting at high speeds, trying to switch to normal flight was impossible. Furthermore, once the bomb exploded, the entire sky would become extremely dangerous. What they could do was try their best to adjust the angle, making the Fury of Heaven cling close to the periphery of the Deity of Gods and using its pyramidal stone walls to escape the initial blast while using the distance to change their directions. It was at that moment when Good saw an extremely strange demon. Regardless of its getup or its looks, it had a qualitative difference from the other demons. Both parties were less than fifty meters apart, and it wasn¡¯t an exaggeration to call it as brushing past the demon. At that very instant, he even imagined that he would be shred to pieces by the demon¡¯s powers or petrified into a stone sculpture, but ultimately, nothing happened. It stood there motionless, looking at him fly past. At the same time, the bomb brushed past the opening, and fell into the dome. ¡­ Mask lowered the hand which had raised the core high. Luck was not on the demons¡¯ side. Or it could be said that when he saw the three iron birds accompanying the black metallic object in its descent, it was no longer a bet against fate. The prepared against the unprepared¡ªwith the humans already going so far, it would be a dismissal of fate if a mere coincidence could reverse everything. Nassaupelle closed his eyes and connected to the Birth Tower. The King was constantly giving orders, including mobilizing the troops stationed at Arrieta, with a cold tone akin to a machine of the humans. He directly controlled the core apparatus and cut off the King¡¯s messages. In a certain way, doing so exposed his tampering of the magic core, but he couldn¡¯t care less. The King quickly reacted as the Realm of Mind lake beneath his feet immediately churned. Magic reverberated with an intensity that appeared to take physical form. Perhaps in the Realm of Mind, the King had already stirred up several ripples. As long as Mask had contact with the Realm of Mind, perhaps there wouldn¡¯t even be a chance for resistance, allowing him to be pulled straight into the Presiding Holy See. Unfortunately, the ¡°network¡± he created had zero connections with the Realm of Mind. This was a domain that solely belonged to him. Mask simply screened off all the brains that could sense magic power, turning the entire world silent. At that moment in time, he was the Birth Tower itself. And this was also the best spot to experience humanity¡¯s latest legacy. Upon seeing the metallic object, Nassaupelle ¡°opened up¡± all his arms towards the sky. ¡°Come, let me see¡ª¡± ¡ªthe power of knowledge. Before he could finish the second half of his sentence, the blinding light enveloped him. ¡­ Following the thundering boom, Good was astonished to see the Blackstone pyramid suddenly swell up, as though its outer shell was not made of stone, but a soft liquid! The intense blast on the walls produced clear ripples and when it spread to its maximum point, an inferno, together with large amounts of smoke, spewed out from the crack. Instantly, it produced a smoke pillar that exceeded the first explosion. The top layer of the pyramid was completely obliterated, with nearly a third of the stone being thrown into the sky. If he was a little slower, the explosion was enough to annihilate him as well. However, this was just the beginning. Soon, the inferno that spewed out turned into another color. The color was identical to that of blood. The scale at which it spewed out quickly exceeded the smoke column, dyeing half the sky a crimson red. Good realized that it was not Red Mist, but a sticky flame. At that moment, the Deity of Gods was like an erupting volcano, spewing out all the magma in it towards the clouds. And when this inferno expanded to a particular limit, another more shocking boom followed with a blast! The Red Mist Lake had been ignited. Chapter 1469 - The Fall of a City Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Good swore that it was the most inconceivable scene he had ever witnessed in his life. If it had to be described, it would be a volcano floating in the air¡ªand this volcano was not only spewing out from the mouth, but from all directions! After the explosion that shook the world, not only was the top of the dome quilted with raging flames, even the regions surrounding the city spewed with hundreds of dark red lava flows. He could imagine the situation within the Deity of Gods: due to the immense heat, the Red Mist had transformed into thick flames like oil being set on fire. This caused the air temperature to rise and cause the swelling, only to finally explode out of the crevices and caves nearer to the surface! This meant that the demons had nowhere to escape. Even if they were to hide in chambers capable of withstanding high pressure and attacks, they would be cooked to death by the high temperatures that reached above a thousand degrees Celsius. It was definitely a scene that depicted hell. Even though they were the enemy, Good sympathized with them. But his current situation was nowhere better. The short distance of roughly ten kilometers from the center of the Deity of Gods to the edge could be called a perilous zone with danger at every turn. There were no signs of the chain reactions abating. The flames that were able to shoot up tens of meters high with ease like sharp knives that could destroy the plane with a single touch. If this problem was something he could overcome with his skills, then the ¡°fiery rain¡± falling from the sky was another problem out of his control. The fragments that spewed out along with the initial explosion had started falling. They were either rock chunks that half-melted, or burning gelatinous substances. Good only had to raise his head to see the dense fire plumes above him. They looked to have covered the sky and even suppressed the light from dawn. ¡°Goddamnit, are you seeing these things!¡± Finkin whined on the other end of the transmitter. ¡°Obviously, I¡¯m not blind!¡± ¡°Its impact radius is way too exaggerated; we won¡¯t even have time to fly out with so little time! When they fall, it¡¯ll be difficult for us to escape!¡± ¡°No¡­ Crrr ¡­ there¡¯s a place¡­ Crrr¡­ to avoid this.¡± At this moment, an additional voice suddenly sounded. Obviously, it was Manfeld that had taken the initiative first. Due to their dispersion, they had encountered different obstructions that led to his signal being fuzzy. ¡°I agree, but the premise is that we are able to make it there!¡± Good replied. ¡°Wait¡­ are you guys for real?¡± Finkin reacted quickly. ¡°All of those things are about to fall onto us and you¡¯re thinking of using that to take shelter?¡± He knew that his comrades were right. In fact, after the second explosion, Good already knew that His Majesty¡¯s plan was effective. The Deity of Gods was now clearly slightly tilted to the side. Although it was several hundreds of meters off the ground, this small change meant that the magic power core controlling the flight of the city had been damaged, and a plummet was only a matter of time. If they were able to fly beneath the Deity of Gods before the fiery rain hailed upon them, they would be able to avoid the fate of being burned by the eruption. But upon considering that the floating island was falling continuously, it held an equal amount of risk. If they had any failure over their control over their direction and speed even once, they would either plant straight into the ground or crash into the Blackstone walls. This conclusion was no better than being struck and taken out by the fiery rain. But it did not rely on fate! As the plane finally gained stability, Good accelerated to the plane¡¯s maximum capabilities and soared towards the side of the Deity of Gods! ¡­ On the Seagull, Sylvie saw the destruction of the demons¡¯ King¡¯s City. The violent expansion of the Red Mist not only surged through the city, but charged out of the sluice gates at the bottom of the tower. The burning Red Mist had turned into thick flame pillars and engulfed all the gathered demons in a flash, followed by roasting the ground where it flowed like a spewing flintlock, extensively spreading over a few kilometers in seconds. Following that were the rain of falling rocks¡ªmostly wrapped in flames or were completely red themselves¡ªfalling onto the ground in unbroken succession. The Devilbeasts tasked to protect the city suffered under the flames, regardless of where they tried to escape. It was difficult to escape the wrath of the heavens. A distance away from King¡¯s City was a demon camp that suffered equally severe repercussions, but they were ultimately only on the periphery of the eruption¡¯s destruction. Although the troops that had retreated from the beginning had suffered losses, it was not a complete decimation. To them, it was the fact that the Deity of Gods they hailed as a miracle had turned into a live volcano city was the true setback they couldn¡¯t handle. Sylvie saw many demons that stood in their place motionlessly as they stared at the Blackstone tower falling towards them. After experiencing two explosions, the Deity of Gods was completely paralyzed. It dragged two spewing lines of flames and sank along its original path. A moment later, the giant pyramid at the bottom made contact with the ground. The collision between the two triggered a third boom and the pressurized air within was unleashed as a small shockwave. Under the inertia, the floating island continued to slide forward, crushing the camp and scout stations into smithereens. As it slowed down from friction, it left a kilometer wide ravine in the ground. At this time, the spewing flames had weakened with the churning smoke and dust having a slight hand in the result, but it did not signify the end of the catastrophe. The interior of the Deity of Gods was similar to a boiling stove, apparent from the glowing red cracks seen on the surface. Perhaps the flames and heat would require several months to completely go out, but before that, all the demons that resided inside the city had turned into its fuel. The only thing Sylvie cared about were the three that had charged beneath the Deity of Gods. ¡°¡­ How is it, do you see them?¡± Tilly inquired on their whereabouts as well. ¡°No, not at the moment¡­¡± She bit her lips and replied. With the Deity of Gods experiencing the destruction, fall, and slide, to follow alongside the Deity of Gods held unfathomable risks. If they didn¡¯t appear, it would mean the inevitable¡ª ¡°Wait a minute.¡± Suddenly, her Magic Eyes noticed a few inconspicuous black dots. They appeared similarly to rocks being thrown out by the shockwave, but they never fell to the ground. Sylvie gathered her remaining magic power and enhanced her vision, to see three gray biplanes flying out of the billowing dust, the insignia on their tails still as distinct as ever! Although the planes appeared to be in shambles, with a layer of dust all over the wings, making them no longer as sleek as before, they remained intact. At that moment, she was unable to say anything, as though something had gotten stuck inside her chest. After breathing in through her nose, Sylvie picked up the Sigil and replied, ¡°Your Highness¡­ the three are fine.¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Tilly¡¯s tone relaxed by a clear margin. ¡°I knew it.¡± ¡°If you had known, you wouldn¡¯t have kept asking.¡± Andrea smirked by the side. Wendy smiled and shook her head. ¡°Inform everyone to return to the cruiser. Let us bring the news of our victory back to His Majesty Roland!¡± Chapter 1470 - Fracturing Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°This¡ªis impossible¡ª¡± Blood Conqueror looked at the reddened horizon as he roared with battle ax in hand. Although he couldn¡¯t see the exact situation of the Deity of Gods, be it the red hurricane that surged towards the firmaments, or the successive explosion sounds, it all meant that the situation was not optimistic. As one of the first senior lords of the race to upgrade, he was the first to see man-made ¡°fiery rain.¡± In his memory, only the calamities of the Blackstone region would produce such phenomena of a resonating world and flames reaching into the sky. And when it was so strong in intensity that even higher ascendants could sense the magic power blast sweeping towards them, they received confirmation of their worst expectations. It was no longer considered a ripple, but a thud that struck them on the heart. Only the King¡¯s death would trigger such a clear palpitation. If one wanted to kill the King, one had to first attack the Deity of Gods. That implied battling thousands of Junior Demons, more than a hundred thousand Primal Demons, and even more Symbiotic Demons. Blood Conqueror could not imagine how the humans could accomplish that. ¡°What¡¯s happening over there? What are Undeserved and Mask doing?¡± His rage reached its peak. The two bastards had confidently claimed of being able to protect the Deity of Gods, but in less than an hour, the rear had fallen under the enemy¡¯s hands. If they were to appear in the camp, he would not hesitate to chop them up! ¡°Wait, where are you going?¡± Just as Blood Conqueror gritted his teeth and headed out the camp, Death Scar stopped him. ¡°Is there a need to ask? Of course, it¡¯s to kill the enemy! Make way!¡± ¡°How are you going to touch that metal lump in the sky?¡± The latter remained motionless. ¡°Besides, once the Deity of Gods is damaged, the Birth Tower here is the only Red Mist source that can be reached. The surviving members of the race will definitely retreat towards Arrieta. Are you planning on forging forward against the incoming horde?¡± ¡°So what? I¡¯ll destroy anyone who stops me!¡± Blood Conqueror spat. ¡°And as a result lower the morale of the migrants to rock-bottom?¡± Death Scar said heavily. ¡°The blast from before has already left the camp uneasy. If you were to leave alone, it will probably make them think that you¡¯re panic-stricken and fled alone! As such, order in the army would collapse¡ª¡± ¡°Bullshit!¡± Blood Conqueror couldn¡¯t contain his anger. ¡°Even while facing the legions of the Sky-sea Realm, I never took a single step back. How dare you say I¡¯m afraid?¡± ¡°So what if you aren¡¯t afraid? What matters is how the other upgraded demons think. Even if a surmise is incongruent with reality, when there¡¯s chaos and danger, it can also leave one in doubt. Regretfully, it¡¯s probably difficult for you to understand this point with your comprehensive abilities.¡± A voice suddenly sounded from behind them. Blood Conqueror immediately widened his eyes, completely unable to forget the owner of the voice. It was none other than the long-missing Sky Lord¡ªHackzord! Without any hesitation, he raised his ax and turned around to cleave downwards. The reverberating magic power blasted out, leaving a crater tens of feet wide! Before the dust settled, Hackzord walked out from another Distortion Door. ¡°You¡ªtraitor!¡± Blood Conqueror turned his head and roared. ¡°That¡¯s why I say that regardless of how ridiculous a surmise is, no one will care what the truth is,¡± he said indifferently. ¡°I have never betrayed the race.¡± ¡°Where have you been the past few months?¡± Death Scar¡¯s expression was filled with shock as well. Although he wasn¡¯t as angry as Blood Conqueror, he still took on a wary pose. ¡°I went to the Bottomless Land¡­ which is also what the race calls the origins of magic power, the Realm of Mind,¡± Hackzord answered. ¡°What¡­ did you say?¡± Death Scar was taken aback. ¡°It¡¯s in between the Land of Dawn and the Blackstone region, above the sea where the fog rises.¡± Sky Lord recounted his experiences and discovery simply. ¡°And the person who informed me of this news is Nightmare Lord, Valkries.¡± This series of stunning news left the two senior lords agape. It also made the other members of the race who gathered over when they heard the commotion to break out into murmurs. Moments later, Blood Conqueror snapped to his senses. ¡°So you chose to join forces with them to betray the King? Is this assault the result of your collusion with the humans?¡± ¡°I know you can¡¯t understand, just like you are having anger wash over your heads, insistent on seeking revenge on the humans, but throwing the interests of the race to the back of your mind.¡± Hackzord turned his head to look at Death Scar. ¡°But you are different from Blood Conqueror. You should understand the meaning behind these clues. In addition, although I¡¯ve had contact with the humans, I didn¡¯t participate in their assault plans. Calling it a collusion is completely ridiculous.¡± Death Scar maintained a moment of silence before speaking. ¡°Indeed, I¡¯m not Blood Conqueror. As such, sophistry is meaningless to me. But it is undeniable that your desertion indirectly weakened King¡¯s City¡¯s defenses. Even if you had not involved yourself in the attack, it cannot be said that this assault had nothing to do with you. Sitting idly by the sidelines is in a way helping the humans.¡± ¡°Cut the crap!¡± Blood Conqueror roared. ¡°Use your ability to restrain him. I¡¯ll tear him to shreds with my own hands!¡± However, Death Scar didn¡¯t take action. ¡°What I wish to ask is that even after going this far, do you think you are doing this for the race?¡± ¡°What I think is meaningless,¡± Hackzord answered calmly. ¡°The facts of the matter is that the humans grasp a legacy that far exceeds our expectations. It¡¯s already impossible to completely destroy them. The final outcome would only be an internecine one. No one can continue this battle that repeats itself. However, by viewing it from another angle, if the Battle of Divine Will isn¡¯t necessary, it¡¯s possible that both races can survive.¡± ¡°Why is it our race that makes the compromise?¡± ¡°¡­¡± This time, Sky Lord¡¯s voice had a tinge of wistfulness. ¡°It¡¯s because the one that can affect god¡­ is a human.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°If you were to see that imaginary world, you wouldn¡¯t say so.¡± Sky Lord sighed. ¡°From what Nightmare Lord said, the race once had a chance to go that far. Heathtalese, who created the Cloud School, had heard the whispers of the Oracles, and back then, humans were nothing but in a state of disunity.¡± Death Scar stared at him for an extended period of time, seemingly trying to determine if it was something he said from the heart. Finally, he asked softly, ¡°What direction does Nightmare Lord actually wish to take the race? Has she pledged loyalty to the human you mentioned?¡± ¡°No, there¡¯s no need for us to do anything. All we need to do is bring him to the Bottomless Land.¡± ¡°In that case¡­¡± ¡°Ridiculous!¡± Blood Conqueror raised his foot and suddenly stomped the ground, interrupting the duo¡¯s conversation. ¡°What difference does this have from surrendering in submission, leaving your fate in the hands of someone else? You believe the lowlifes¡¯ promises? I reckon you must be crazy! Nightmare Lord is nothing worth mentioning either!¡± ¡°This is the only chan¡ª¡± ¡°Hahaha¡­ Are you treating charity as a chance?¡± He raised his ax. ¡°Has the centuries of war with the Sky-sea Realm not emboldened you at all? Oh, I forgot. You really lack the guts. After all, how can you truly encounter a strong enemy by hiding in the rear?¡± Hackzord¡¯s expression sank. ¡°I was born for blood and slaughter! And so-called fate is something that only I can hold!¡± Blood Conqueror roared. ¡°Lowering our weapons to our enemy and pleading for their kindness? No¡­ I, Blood Conqueror, would rather die than surrender to anyone!¡± ¡°Although I knew this would be the outcome, I still wished to try my best to avoid it.¡± Hackzord raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A new Distortion Door slowly opened up behind it. Out of the door was the expressionless Silent Disaster. Dark clouds billowed in the sky. Chapter 1471 - Blood-colored Dawn Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡­ When the Divine Will¡¯s lights dispersed, the sky which was covered in layers of dark clouds regained its brightness. Tens of thousands of demons stood a distance away, silently witnessing the battle of two senior lords. The grasslands which originally stood there was gone, and replacing it was a scorched earth. Every time the Divine Will fell, it was represented by an indomitable force. Boulders would be shattered and trees would be set alit. Their trajectories leaving a wake of destruction wasn¡¯t even enough as a description. But Blood Conqueror¡¯s massive body was barging about in the golden lightning as though unfazed by the damage the Divine Will brought to him. He similarly left countless marks on the ground¡ªcraters which were the length of several meters wide was the masterpiece of the tremendous strength he was proud of. However, the first to fall was the latter. Silent Disaster¡¯s attacks were not only formidable, but it also had a speed which wasn¡¯t inferior to Undeserved¡¯s, allowing her to leave a wound on Blood Conqueror with every attack. There was a limit to the expenditure of magic power, so even the recovery abilities of a senior Lord of Hell was eventually unable to keep up with the expenditure. When Silent Disaster brushed past him, her blades sliced off his thick calf, making victory a given. ¡°This is not a commensurate battle,¡± Death Scar whispered. Blood Conqueror¡¯s abilities were extremely identical to human Extraordinaries. His magic stone mainly acted on his body, leaving him invincible on the battlefield. Regardless of it being a metallic weapon or a magic strike, he possessed extremely strong resistive abilities. Once he burst into an assault, few things could stop him. As for Silent Disaster, she had excellent stamina. Her talent at culling could enhance her abilities and her sharp senses and figure allowed her to avoid potent, critical strikes. In the battle between the two, it was naturally incommensurate. ¡°Not necessarily,¡± said Hackzord. ¡°Watch.¡± ¡°Cough! Cough¡­ Cough¡­¡± Blood Conqueror was covered in wounds as blue blood spewed out like fountains. Clearly, his injuries far exceeded his recovery abilities. He propped himself up with his ax, but his face wore a baffling look of joy. ¡°Not bad. As expected of a Charita genius! I¡¯ve long wished to battle you to see who¡­ Cough¡­ is the strongest warrior in the race.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Silent Disaster was not without injuries either. Her armor had several indentations and one of her arms was completely fractured, and it drooped down by her side. ¡°If I had not experienced a near-death battle recently, I might not be too certain about the outcome of this fight.¡± ¡°This is¡­ the joy of slaughtering, isn¡¯t it?¡± Blood Conqueror coughed out a mouthful of blood. ¡°Compared to surrendering, this suits me better.¡± Silent Disaster calmed her breathing and held her sword with one hand as she walked towards her opponent. ¡°Cough¡­ Final question. Are you also going to be like those trash, using the fate of the race as reason to kneel to the humans in submission?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m only doing this for Valkries.¡± After saying that, Silent Disaster swung her sword downwards, slashing straight into Blood Conqueror¡¯s chest. The ripples of magic power swept through the Realm of Mind once again. No one dared to come forward to stop them, nor was anyone willing to stop them. It was as though the outcome of the battle had already been decided from the beginning. ¡°¡­ What do we do next?¡± Death Scar frowned silently for a period of time before asking. ¡°The Mothers of Soul which need transplantation are all on the Deity of Gods. Currently, there are only three Birth Towers which can produce Red Mist. Furthermore, the stronghold closest to the north will land in the hands of the Sky-sea Realm sooner or later. Once Arrieta and your Sky City falls, we would have no place to retreat to.¡± ¡°Many things need to be done.¡± Hackzord sighed. ¡°You have to settle down the massive number of troops that are retreating from the rear. Then, you need to establish a supply line between the two cities. The legacy shard has to be held firmly in the hands of the race, as far from the humans and the Sky-sea Realm as possible. In addition, the race needs a new King, so as to ensure the continuation of future generations¡­¡± He paused. ¡°Of course, the first thing that needs to be done is to negotiate with the humans.¡± ¡°I hope that Valkries didn¡¯t make a wrong choice.¡± He turned to walk towards the camp as the race stirred to make way. Sky Lord looked east towards the blood-red dawn without giving a reply. ¡­ Roland had woken up early and entered the landing site when he learned that the fleet was about to land. In fact, he wasn¡¯t the only one. The First Army, the engineering team, the support crew¡­ Everyone ran to the surface and awaited the moment of the Aerial Knights¡¯ return. When the first biplane unstably landed on the floating island¡¯s runaway, a resounding cheer erupted from the crowd. After waiting for a long while, Roland finally saw the Seagull and Phoenix. The glider didn¡¯t look too different from when it first set off while the latter appeared mottled. However, it was in stable condition like it usually was. Soon, the two planes landed in front of him. Before the staircase was raised, he had already taken wide strides towards the runway. ¡°Wait, wait¡ª¡± Tilly rejected his extended arms when she landed. ¡°Don¡¯t come over!¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t you say that there would be dangerous contamination after the explosion? Although the Phoenix was rather far from the target, there¡¯s no guarantee that it wasn¡¯t tainted. Now that I¡¯ve touched it and with you coming over¡ª¡± Before Tilly finished her sentence, she was pulled into a hug by Roland. ¡°Who cares,¡± he said with a laugh. The crowd soon noticed this scene. Following that, more people surged towards the tarmac and opened their arms to hug the returning Aerial Knights. Some even threw them high into the air! The landing area immediately erupted into a sea of cheers. ¡°Uh, didn¡¯t you say that they have to undergo cleansing and inspection once they return,¡± Nightingale asked with her lips curled. Anna shook her head in amusement. ¡°It looks like you¡¯ve set off a bad example.¡± ¡°Apparently¡­¡± Roland could not help but hold his forehead. ¡°Woo!¡± At that moment, Lightning descended from the sky and pounced onto him. ¡°We succeeded!¡± ¡°Coo! We won! Coo!¡± Maggie followed closely behind. The other Witches also came forward. ¡°Aren¡¯t you stopping everyone?¡± Nightingale asked with a shrug. Tilly thought about it before laughing. ¡°Who cares!¡± After quite a period of buzz, the landing area finally returned to normal. According to the reports of the Aerial Knights, the Logistics team split the returning planes into batches. They determined the degree of cleansing based on the planes¡¯ distance from the explosion. As for the Fury of Heaven planes which Good and company flew, they were immediately decommissioned due to their close proximity to the Deity of Gods. The higher-ups of the First Army quickly obtained the final tabulation. A total of 146 planes returned safely, which meant that Neverwinter lost nearly a third of its aerial forces, with a large number of them being first-generation Fire of Heaven planes. Clearly, the number of senior demons protecting King¡¯s City was completely on a different level as the Western Front¡¯s army. If they had used normal measures, this battle would probably not have ended in such a short period of time. Out of the other two bombers, only Kun Peng returned safely. When Sylvie mentioned Eagle Face¡¯s last words, the meeting room fell into a brief moment of silence. ¡°Graycastle will not forget them,¡± said Roland heavily. ¡°When we return to Neverwinter, I will make everyone remember their names¡ªbe it those who sacrificed or the warriors who survived. But before our celebrations, we need to ensure the physical condition of the Aerial Knights.¡± ¡°Your Majesty, rest assured. The Logistics team has already made preparations,¡± Iron Axe said. These were part of the plan which included tracking and observation, so as to quarantine the exposed. For Hero who possessed the ability to transfer illnesses and Nana who could perfectly eliminate illnesses, radiation sickness was not something that left them helpless. Even if the process might take some time, and the cost was significant, Roland had no intention of giving up on anyone. ¡°Of course, before that, I permit everyone to have a mini celebration tonight.¡± He slowed down his tone and smiled. ¡°For the victory that didn¡¯t come easy.¡± Chapter 1472 - Celebration and the Unforeseen Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Cheers!¡± Agatha said as she raised her cup. ¡°Cheers¡ª!¡± the Witches boomed in reply. Dozens of cups were raised into the air as they clinked with each other. Among them were Taquila Witches, who had lost their sense of taste, as well as the higher-ups of the Union who had turned into carriers. It was especially so for the latter two. As humans who had experienced the previous Battle of Divine Will and through it, immense despair and helplessness, they finally felt the great weight on their chests lifted. They could engage in laughter with everyone else, laughing even more happily than the rest. Not all sacrifices would have returns, nor was all persistence met with brightness. It was precisely because of this that centuries of sacrifice and persistence which were not for naught that moved people even more. ¡°Hey¡­¡± Nana curiously sized up Pasha and company. ¡°Can you really taste anything by drinking it like this?¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Witches had only lost their sense of taste, but Pasha, Alethea, and Celine¡¯s drinking far exceeded everyone¡¯s imaginations. They would curl up their tentacles, pour the alcohol over their heads like they were showering. ¡°Of course. Although we do not have mouths, but we can use the short tentacles on the surface of our bodies to distinguish flavors and absorb the moisture. Furthermore, our senses are stronger than the typical person.¡± Pasha smiled in reply. ¡°In addition, a carrier¡¯s sense of taste is different from a human¡¯s, so we can taste flavors we have never experienced before.¡± ¡°Wow¡­ What¡¯s the taste like? I¡¯m so curious!¡± Lightning¡¯s eyes lit up as she said. ¡°According to the Quest Society¡¯s research, humans are unable to understand things they have never come into contact with. Even if she tells you, it would be hard for you to imagine it.¡± The Ice Witch refilled her cup. ¡°If you wish to exceed that limitation, the only way is to transform into a carrier.¡± ¡°Agatha, are you thinking of¡­¡± Celine said peculiarly. ¡°Yes, once this is all over, I¡¯m thinking of doing a Soul Transfer before rebuilding the Quest Society.¡± Agatha nodded without any misgivings. ¡°A Witch¡¯s lifespan doesn¡¯t exceed a hundred years. If I become a carrier, I can continue my research in perpetuity.¡± With that said, she smiled at Lightning. ¡°Towards people like you who are filled with curiosity, you are most suitable for the Quest Society. How about it? Are you interested in joining us?¡± ¡°But we won¡¯t be able to fly by becoming carriers, right?¡± Lightning thought for a moment. ¡°I haven¡¯t even finished exploring the world. Perhaps, I¡¯ll consider it the day I can no longer fly.¡± ¡°Phew¡­ What are you saying? You sound as though the Battle of Divine Will has ended.¡± Lorgar downed a large mug of alcohol before letting out a breath. ¡°We just managed to defeat the demons. There are even stronger enemies on the other side of the continent! No one can guarantee that the war will end the moment we arrive in the Bottomless Land. That¡¯s why, we can only drink and celebrate as much as we can today!¡± As she spoke, she reached out to the alcohol barrel beside her. ¡°Eh? It seems empty¡­ Where¡¯s the refill?¡± ¡°Everyone, drink slower. The alcohol Evelyn had to make today is just too much.¡± Molly commanded her magic servants to take away the empty alcohol barrels. ¡°After all, everyone on the floating island is celebrating tonight. She won¡¯t be able to provide for all of this even if she uses all her strength in the conversion.¡± Be it Chaos Drink or alcohol, as objects of pleasure, it was naturally impossible that valuable manpower was wasted carrying them up the floating island before they set off. As such, the simplest solution was to bring along Evelyn. As long as there was water, she could produce alcohol ceaselessly. However, when everyone was celebrating over the victory, the stockpile they had was somewhat inadequate. ¡°Pfft¡± Sitting at the seat of honor, Anna suddenly burst out laughing. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Everyone turned their gaze towards her. ¡°No¡­ Nothing. I just thought of an interesting matter.¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°Roland used to say that he doesn¡¯t know why the simulation of civilization evolution would treat alcohol as something that important. Even if one might be lacking in food and clothing, as long as there¡¯s some alcohol, the level of bliss and satisfaction would rise. Instead, people make trouble when there¡¯s adequate food and clothing. It¡¯s completely incomprehensible. From the looks of it, it¡¯s not without reason.¡± ¡°Ahh¡­ Here we go again. Brother¡¯s strange words.¡± Tilly rolled her yes. Everyone immediately broke out into laughter. ¡°By the way, is His Majesty still not busy with his work? Shouldn¡¯t it be fine to abandon his work for a moment during such times?¡± Wendy asked. Roland had only appeared at the beginning of the night celebrations, returning to his office after he gave a short opening speech. According to him, the demons would likely soon come to them; therefore, he had to handle the things on hand, so as to have confidence in the plans that followed. Only after finishing all of that could he celebrate with everyone. ¡°I¡¯ll go hurry him.¡± Anna stood up. ¡°We¡¯ll leave it to you then,¡± Wendy said with a smile. The underground cave where the Witches were celebrating wasn¡¯t too far from Roland. After passing through a narrow passageway, she arrived in an office area beneath the command center. In fact, Roland wasn¡¯t the only person busy. The staircase between the General Staff and the command center was constantly filled with the patter of footsteps. Clearly, they knew that the subsequent journey to the Bottomless Land was critical to the rest of the project. Of course, she came to Roland not solely to allow him to relax. Nightingale was by his side and the end of the war marked the beginning of their agreement. With this in mind, Anna knocked on the door. ¡°Come on in. The door isn¡¯t locked.¡± Nightingale was the one who answered her. Seeing that it was Anna, she appeared somewhat surprised. Even her expression turned unnatural. ¡°Uh, why are you here¡­¡± ¡°Obviously, it¡¯s for the agreement.¡± ¡°N-now? Wait¡­ I¡¯m not prepared yet¡­¡± In a rare instance, Anna revealed a sly smile. ¡°Just kidding. I¡¯m here under everyone¡¯s request to bring him over to have a drink.¡± ¡°So that¡¯s how it is¡­¡± Nightingale heaved a sigh of relief, but she also had a despondent feeling. ¡°However, the agreement is part of it. We can also talk about it.¡± Anna looked at Roland, who was slumped onto the desk, asleep. ¡°Is he in the Dream World?¡± Nightingale took quite a while to realize that Anna was being deliberate. Helpless, she said, ¡°Yes. He said that he needs to check on the research progress of the Design Bureau of Graycastle¡¯s new project. He also needs to discuss the follow-up matters with that senior lord demon. He wouldn¡¯t take long. If you wish to wake him up, just nudge him. According to him, these sort of matters can be interrupted at anytime. After all, time doesn¡¯t change.¡± Anna nodded as she extended her hand to nudge Roland. The latter did not respond at all. ¡°Strange. That¡¯s how we woke him up in the past. Is he too tired from the preparations over the past few days?¡± Nightingale pressed down on Roland¡¯s shoulders and shook him, but failed to wake him up. When she attempted to wake him up with more strength by raising his body up, he fell backwards without any response, leaning against the back of the chair. His hands slid down without any strength, reaching down to his waist, as though he had lost all consciousness. The two instantly had a drastic change in expression! Chapter 1473 - Quarantine Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Is that so? King¡¯s City has already toppled¡­¡± In the Rose Caf¨¦, Valkries slowly put down the cup in her hand and turned to look out the window. It was drizzling in the Dream World and the water droplets on the glass pane was coagulating bit by bit before slipping down. Gradually, they melded with the reflection of her side profile. Her eyes were filled with mixed feelings. In fact, when Roland informed Valkries over the phone, he could sense her churning emotions. Later, she arrived extremely quickly, to the point of her trousers being stained with mud. However, when they really met, she did not take the initiative to ask and instead, mostly listened to his recount. Such a contradictory attitude was rare for Nightmare Lord. ¡°Due to the limitations based on the conditions, we have not been able to investigate the outcome. However, from the subsequent reports, it¡¯s likely that Mask was on the Deity of Gods. This implies that all the obstacles that stand in our way of heading to the Bottomless Land is eliminated. We are one step closer to the truth.¡± Roland did not say any words of consolation. This was the price of attempting to end the Divine Will, and since the demons had paid a much greater price, any form of consolation would be a cheap form of pity. In consideration of Nightmare Lord¡¯s pride and dignity, she absolutely didn¡¯t wish to hear anything like that. ¡°Of course, I do not know what will happen when we reach there, but as long as we can escape the repeating war, I will definitely abide by my promise. What¡¯s left are the clues to Mist Island and our considerations that the Sky-sea Realm has once appeared on the island¡­¡± ¡°The demons will not help you in the battle with the Sky-sea Realm.¡± Valkries interrupted for the first time. ¡°Even without a King, the leaders will not accept the new situation so readily. Hackzord might use my name to maintain order in the army, but only barely. You will have to rely on your own strength to eliminate the hybrids that crawl out of the sea.¡± Thinking back to the distance between Neverwinter and the Land of Dawn¡¯s north shore, Roland could not help but frown. The floating island¡¯s main force was the Aerial Knights, but solely relying on the air force was impossible for them to occupy the ground. ¡°However, gaining the support of one or two people isn¡¯t impossible,¡± Nightmare Lord added. ¡°For example, Sky Lord and Silent Disaster.¡± ¡°You mean¡­¡± ¡°The Western Front army is still under Hackzord¡¯s command. This means that you can pass through the continent ridge that connects the south and north. With the help of a Distortion Door, it wouldn¡¯t be too far a distance.¡± Upon saying that, Nightmare Lord¡¯s mood had returned to normal. ¡°Therefore, as long as you quickly move your troops to the Everwinter¡¯s Northern Region, you should be able to chase up to the floating island.¡± ¡°Teleportation¡­ That¡¯s a workable plan.¡± Without a doubt, since Valkries had mentioned it, it clearly meant that she planned to discuss it with Hackzord personally. As such, the plan was highly likely to be confirmed. Although it wasn¡¯t a joint operation against the Sky-sea Realm, it was already extremely ideal for them to go this far. ¡°Thanks a lot,¡± Roland said with a nod. ¡°I¡¯ve said it before. All of this is for the race. You don¡¯t have to thank me.¡± ¡°I know, but the ultimate beneficiaries includes us humans. Therefore, regardless of whether you need my thanks, I¡¯ll still say it out.¡± ¡°It¡¯s up to you.¡± The two looked at each other for a while as the caf¨¦ turned silent. ¡°¡­ Is that all you wish to say?¡± Valkries asked moments later. ¡°I actually had many things to say, but I don¡¯t think you would like to hear them,¡± Roland said frankly. ¡°Humph.¡± She revealed an ¡°at least you know better¡± look. ¡°In that case, go ahead and busy yourself. I believe there will be many things for you to deal with after the battle?¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± It was especially easy for him to talk to someone smart. Roland looked at the clock on the wall. He had been in the dream for three hours and twenty minutes. According to the time difference between the two worlds, the celebration likely hadn¡¯t ended. ¡°Then, I¡¯ll first make a¡­ Oh?¡± He suddenly noticed that there was a commotion in the alley in the district. Despite it drizzling, people were still walking out of the stores and gathering on the streets. The people holding umbrellas had placed their umbrellas to the side and taken out their cellphones. Their gazes simultaneously looked up into the sky as though they had seen something incredulous. ¡°What are they doing?¡± Valkries also noticed this. ¡°No idea. I¡¯ll go out to take a look.¡± As Roland spoke, he got up and left the caf¨¦. Soon, he stood rooted at the door. Far into the distance, he saw a thin red line rise up into the sky. Following that, it connected with countless hexagons in the sky, forming a gigantic ¡°umbrella¡± that blanketed the sky! ¡°What¡¯s that? A new laser show?¡± ¡°But isn¡¯t its range a little big!?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know where that light comes from. The city center isn¡¯t in that direction.¡± ¡°Should we go to a major street to take a look?¡± There were discussions everywhere. The suggestion of going closer quickly won the agreement of everyone. A small crowd began moving out of the district as more curious onlookers joined. It left the alley packed. ¡°That¡¯s no laser show,¡± said Valkries who had followed Roland out. ¡°I think so too.¡± Roland frowned. Even though there were rain clouds blanketing the sky, it was still day time. There was no laser that could be this bright. Furthermore, the red beam was coruscating, as though something was flowing within it like a blood vessel. And what made him feel most ominous was the honeycomb structure of hexagon ¡°scales.¡± Back when the Oracles attacked Zero, he had seen a similar scene. However, the barrier back then was like a mirror, and not something that was transparent as the one in the sky. Roland called Garcia and received an answer that the sanatorium had not suffered an attack and that Zero was fine. This relieved him. After hanging up, the cellphone vibrated again. The caller was Fei Yuhan. ¡°Hey, where are you? The Association has sent an emergency notice. It requests all formal martial artists to immediately return to the base.¡± ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°Sky City has suddenly had all communications with the outside world terminated. The actual situation is still under investigation. However¡­ Do you see the red beam in the sky? That was shot out from above Sky City.¡± Roland was stunned. Sky City was a world apart from where he was. How was it possible to see it with the naked eye? This completely exceeded the curvature of the world! He could not help but remember the Bloody Moon which could be seen from any angle. ¡°¡­ I understand.¡± ¡°By the way, is Valkries by your side? Tell her to come.¡± Wait¡­ How does she know I¡¯m with Nightmare Lord? However, before Roland could say a word, Fei Yuhan had hung up. ¡°Was it from the Association?¡± Valkries asked. ¡°Yes. This phenomenon is likely related to Oracles.¡± Roland held his breath in preparation to leave the Dream World. This matter did not appear to be something resolvable in a short period of time. It wasn¡¯t too late for him to handle it after the banquet. Besides, there was a huge Witch army which could provide assistance at any moment. It wasn¡¯t like now, with only Ling and Dawnen standing guard by the caf¨¦. However, the familiar dizziness did not happen. He blinked in surprise and attempted it again, but the surrounding scenery remained the same. It was as though the other world didn¡¯t exist. Chapter 1474 - Representative Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°What did Nana say?¡± Nightingale walked into Roland¡¯s bedroom and asked Anna who was by the bedside. ¡°Nothing seems to be wrong¡­ Everything is stable¡ªbreathing, heartbeat, and body temperature; it¡¯s like he¡¯s asleep, but¡­¡± But there¡¯s just no way of waking him up. Nightingale fell silent. Last night, no one expected the victory celebration banquet to end this way. Back then, Anna was the first to react. She made the guards and the God¡¯s Punishment Witches seal off the area. Following that, she called for Tilly, Wendy, Iron Axe, and company. She was probably the only person who could do all of that in such a composed manner when faced with such appalling news. Unfortunately, these measures did not improve Roland¡¯s unconscious state. ¡°The Seagull has just taken off. Its destination, City of Glow of the Kingdom of Dawn.¡± Nightingale changed topics. ¡°If Lightning sends the letter in time, we will be able to bring Nightfall to the floating island in about three days.¡± ¡°Yes, there should be enough time,¡± said Anna with a nod. Roland didn¡¯t have a God¡¯s Punishment Witch¡¯s body, and with him unable to have his meals, he needed Nightfall¡¯s Seed of Symbiosis to remain alive. The pickup point was chosen to be at the City of Glow so as to save time. Lightning and Maggie were much faster than a glider; thus, giving Neverwinter sufficient time to first summon Nightfall and then send her to the Kingdom of Dawn¡¯s capital where she would meet up with them. And this was Anna¡¯s idea as well. If there was a silver lining in all of this, it was that this wasn¡¯t the first time she was encountering something like this. Back then, after the battle with the Church¡¯s Zero, Roland also entered a long period of unconsciousness. His symptoms were identical to his present state. That sleep connected him to the Realm of Mind, allowing him to create the massive Dream World. And this instance was likely related to the legendary Origin of Magic. ¡°What do we do next?¡± Nightingale could not help but ask. At present, the ones privy to the information were the various higher-ups on the floating island. If they were to make a return to Neverwinter, there was no way to keep it under wraps indefinitely. Once the news spread, just stabilizing the situation would take quite a lot of effort. This not only greatly delayed the development of the subsequent plans, it would also introduce new variables to the demons and the Sky-sea Realm. But heading to the Bottomless Land according to plan was extremely risky. After all, Roland was the only person who was connected to the Realm of Mind. And if he ultimately didn¡¯t regain consciousness, they would be thrown into a dilemma, which would make things worse. Apart from Anna, she didn¡¯t know who else could make the choice. Anna quietly looked at Roland who was lying on the bed, as though she had forgotten all that was happening around her. After a long while, she said slowly, ¡°Continue with the plan.¡± Although her voice was soft, it had zero hesitation. ¡°If it¡¯s him¡­ that¡¯s what he will say. Many people were sacrificed for this rare opportunity. Even if the road ahead is unknown, we have to give it a try. If we were to return because of this, we can¡¯t guarantee that Roland will definitely wake up. Yet, the Sky-sea Realm, which has already invaded the Blackstone region, will definitely not stay there waiting for us. In the situation of him remaining unconscious in perpetuity, I¡¯m afraid that we will not be able to launch another new expedition.¡± As expected of Anna¡­ Neverwinter couldn¡¯t help thinking. To be honest, she was more inclined to heading for the Bottomless Land. Even if Roland¡¯s unconsciousness was very likely to be related to the Realm of Mind, then compared to the Origin of Magic and Neverwinter, clearly the former had a higher chance of resolving the problem. However, reasoning was one thing; a choice needed someone to shoulder the responsibility. Even if the others knew this, it wasn¡¯t necessary that they were able to shirk off being conservative and choose to double down by continuing the advance. What¡¯s more, she didn¡¯t hesitate or show any signs of being lost. Just as she was prepared to say something else, Tilly came in. The latter¡¯s expression was somewhat heavy. ¡°Hackzord is here.¡± ¡­ At the bottom of the floating island, the region of the God¡¯s Stone¡¯s core. ¡°I never expected the day of me loading up on Red Mist in human territory will come.¡± After Sky Lord reinstalled the filled-up gas tank into his body, he took a deep breath. ¡°It tastes pretty good.¡± ¡°I also never imagined myself to be capable of tolerating having two demons stand before me.¡± Eleanor looked at the duo coldly. ¡°Just the thought of having a chance to exact revenge for the Union after centuries makes me have trouble curbing that urge.¡± ¡°First, most of our time was spent in the Blackstone region. We didn¡¯t participate in the war against the Fertile Plains. Second, doing so isn¡¯t beneficial to you, the Union, or humanity. Therefore, you shouldn¡¯t be venting your anger on us,¡± Hackzord said as he spread open his hands. Silent Disaster swept her gaze at him. ¡°If you would just shut up, she wouldn¡¯t have such an impulse.¡± ¡°Leave if you are done. The person you are looking for is already here.¡± After leaving the sealed Red Mist Pond and walking into the empty cave, Hackzord could not help but frown. He saw many people. There were Witches, carriers, and human soldiers in uniform. The only person missing was the King of Graycastle, Roland. ¡°What¡¯s the meaning of this,¡± he asked gravely. With the Deity of Gods having just fallen and the human clinching a tremendous victory, this sentence filled with an interrogative tone instantly tensed up the atmosphere. ¡°I¡¯m Anna, Roland¡¯s wife, Queen of Graycastle.¡± Anna walked through the crowd and stood in front of Hackzord. Hackzord¡¯s height was nearly double hers, and it was made more apparent when they stared at each other. ¡°An accident happened to His Majesty Roland, so he¡¯s temporarily unable to meet you.¡± Following that, she recounted Roland¡¯s continued state of unconsciousness and the connection to the Realm of Mind in a concise manner. Hackzord first revealed a surprised expression before it turned nasty. ¡°So are you saying that the person my race came to an agreement with no longer exists?¡± ¡°First, I need to correct what you¡¯ve just said,¡± Anna said without skipping a beat. ¡°Roland is only unconscious, and has not encountered any life-threatening danger. Secondly, all of us know what the agreement is. Even if he doesn¡¯t wake up, I will execute it in his place!¡± ¡°Little girl, do you know what you are saying?¡± Sky Lord laughed in his rage. ¡°That¡¯s something which can be done only by someone chosen by the Oracle. You aren¡¯t even able to enter the Realm of Mind, but you wish to represent him? Darn it¡­ Valkries was wrong. If this is the counterattack of God, then everything is over¡ª¡± ¡°No, you¡¯re wrong,¡± Anna interrupted. ¡°There¡¯s no need for me to enter the Realm of Mind because Roland is currently in the Dream World. Regardless, he will proceed onward towards the goal. And I will represent him in executing the rest.¡± She paused before continuing, ¡°I will continue the floating island¡¯s journey to the Bottomless Land. Meanwhile, Graycastle will provide reinforcements to ensure that the plan will be successfully carried out. Of course, this will need your assistance.¡± ¡°What a joke¡ª¡± ¡°This is not a joke, but the only response in a crisis!¡± she said without yielding. ¡°The agreement will not end, nor will it be nullified. Viewing it from another angle, Roland has already reached the Bottomless Land ahead of us. What we need to do is rush over; otherwise, there¡¯s no way of stopping the Divine Will and ensuring our races¡¯ continuity!¡± ¡°Heh, sure sounds nice.¡± Hackzord sneered. ¡°A kingdom¡¯s operation isn¡¯t simple. I understand the weight and importance the King of Graycastle has on you humans. I¡¯m also aware of the allure power has on humans. Now that he isn¡¯t around, do you think you can control everything with you alone, and not let the entire system descend into chaos?¡± He looked at the people behind Anna. ¡°By letting a young lady in her twenties become the representative of Graycastle¡­ don¡¯t you have a better candidate? Or are you naive enough to think that just by her status alone, she will be able to¡­¡± Speaking midway, Sky Lord¡¯s voice gradually softened. He saw that everyone¡¯s gazes were on him. Even though no one replied his question, silence was also a form of answer at times¡ªthe girl before him represented humanity. Chapter 1475 - Change in Sky City Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Hackzord eventually chose to cooperate. Even though all that was needed was rational thought to make the most reasonable choice, to see a senior demon lord convinced by a young witch and have him rescind his views bolstered everyone¡¯s chest and left it burning. They could not help but raise their heads higher. The only request Sky Lord had was to confirm the situation as Anna said, and it was permitted by her. Under the tight security of the God¡¯s Punishment Witches, Hackzord and Serakkas saw Roland in bed. The beam of light over him remained magnificent, nearly capable of enveloping half the floating island. ¡°If this were half a year earlier, I would definitely be overjoyed seeing this scene.¡± Hackzord put away the five-colored magic stone and sighed slightly. ¡°Have you attempted to connect to the Dream World?¡± ¡°Of course, but we didn¡¯t succeed.¡± Replying him was Phyllis. ¡°Our souls are no longer accepted by that world, and our companions who were in there are also unconscious. This makes it impossible for us to pass His Majesty Roland any news. The connection between the two worlds are presently severed.¡± ¡°On the brighter side of things, at the very least, he has two witches accompanying him.¡± Hackzord shrugged and said to Anna, ¡°The Western Front plan is a plan that has lasted nearly a century. It¡¯s to transport the Red Mist from the Bottomless Land into human territory. Not only does it include a Birth Tower, it also has a passageway hidden among the mountains. And the entrance of this passageway is only the distance of a mountain away from Everwinter¡¯s Northern Region. Therefore, sending your reinforcements to the Bottomless Land doesn¡¯t require me to go through repeated hassles. If you are willing to take the risk, I can open the Distortion Door for you.¡± ¡°That¡¯s for the best,¡± Anna said with a nod. ¡°I believe that with Silent Disaster escorting them, your subordinates will not mind that we are borrowing this shortcut.¡± By letting a senior demon lord to keep the stirring demons in place was no doubt a bold suggestion. The others could not help but break out into a cold sweat; yet, it was Hackzord who chuckled. ¡°What an interesting young lady. It¡¯s fine with me, but it will depend on her.¡± Serakkas took off her fearsome black helmet and revealed her gorgeous long hair which didn¡¯t match her outer appearance. Her extremely feminine face surprised all those who had never seen her true face. She sized up Anna for a moment before saying, ¡°I have a condition. When you bring Roland deep into the Bottomless Land, I wish to enter as well.¡± ¡°Is it for Nightmare Lord?¡± Anna asked directly. Serakkas did not answer. ¡°I agree to your request,¡± she said seriously in the end. After receiving an affirmative reply, Silent Disaster wore her helmet again and walked out of the bedroom first. Clearly, she did not wish to interfere with any of the subsequent plans. Hackzord seemed to be accustomed to her way of doing things. ¡°Let us switch venues to discuss on how we should head for the Mist Island which is occupied by the Sky-sea Realm.¡± ¡­ Shortly after arriving at the base, Roland and Valkries were invited to a hall by an attendant. There were already many peers in the hall. Most of them were gathered in the region towards the back, while he was led to the front. The person sitting beside him was also a relatively familiar face, the celebrity martial artist genius, Fei Yuhan. After learning that he couldn¡¯t leave the Dream World, Roland appeared calmer than he imagined himself to be. Or it could be said that, he was already mentally prepared that the Oracle would not give up that easily. If he were still in Neverwinter, he guessed that it would cause some worry, but now that humanity¡¯s greatest threat¡ªthe demons¡¯ King¡¯s City¡ªhad fallen, and the floating island controlled by Eleanor made information flow isolated, the situation of him being unconscious wouldn¡¯t result in too negative an effect. As long as he rushed for time and finished the Oracle who was secretly behind the matter, all would be fine. The three exchanged simple greetings, and although only a few words were exchanged, Roland could still sense that Valkries¡¯s attitude towards Fei Yuhan was a lot better than what he received. When did the senior demon lord get so close to this celebrity martial artist? I¡¯m the one was always the one providing Peninsula coffee! Minutes later, Defender Rock walked into the hall. ¡°Everyone, we have trouble on our hands.¡± His opening line immediately left everyone silent. Following that, Rock pressed the control pen in his hand, projecting a few pictures on the screen behind him. After seeing the pictures, everyone drew a gasp in unison. Red holes had appeared in the city streets and they were of varying sizes. The large ones were enough to cut through skyscrapers, and the small ones were just enough to envelop a car. Martial artists were no stranger to such things. It was a phenomena known as ¡°Erosion¡± that had destroyed Prism City. Clearly, the residents situated within the holes were already doomed, but this was far from being the worst situation. The pictures showed many Fallen Evils. They were gathered around the holes, seemingly trying to cast their bodies into the red void. ¡°Sacrifice,¡± Fei Yuhan said softly. ¡°That¡¯s what I¡¯m guessing at as well.¡± Roland nodded. This wasn¡¯t the first time he was seeing such a scene. While executing the mission to annihilate the Fallen Evils, the enemies had once used large amounts of cores to trigger Erosion, summoning pure magic monsters. What was happening now simply skipped one of the steps. At present, the city they were in remained calm and peaceful, but the problem then became apparent. ¡°These are all pictures sent from Sky City¡¯s periphery. The invasion has left them in extreme chaos,¡± Rock said gravely. ¡°No one knows where they are coming from, nor does anyone know what the situation is like at Headquarters. There are cars fleeing and refugees everywhere. Even the martial artists who sent back these pictures might no longer be alive.¡± He paused before continuing, ¡°This is a war instigated by the Fallen Evils. We have to immediately take action to reinforce Sky City!¡± Upon saying this, the Defender deliberately glanced at Roland. ¡°Considering how time is of the essence, the actual plans and arrangements will be provided to you after you arrive at your destination. Thirty minutes later, the transporters will arrive at the Association¡¯s encampment. At the appointed time, everyone will set off and there must not be any delays¡ªthis operation has nothing to do with faction. It¡¯s also the best opportunity to prove your strengths.¡± After the meeting came to a hasty end, Rock made Roland stay behind. ¡°Mr. Roland¡­ we were ultimately one step too slow.¡± Ever since he demonstrated his ability to absorb cores, Prism City¡¯s higher-ups had considered handing over the remaining stored cores from each branch for his handling. In fact, many branches had done so, but with Sky City being central to the Association, they ultimately failed to give an affirmative response. They never expected the news they suddenly received to be their worst nightmare. Roland thought for a moment and shook his head slowly. ¡°Perhaps, we were too slow from the very beginning.¡± Rock was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was implying. He could not help but have a drastic change in expression as he said, ¡°How is it possible? Sky City not only has many Defenders presiding over it, and I was even on the phone with the President not long ago¡ª¡± ¡°Apart from that, I can¡¯t think of any reason for the sudden appearance of so many Fallen Evils. Only Sky City is able to provide so many Force of Nature cores,¡± Roland replied. ¡°The red beam¡¯s sudden appearance from the top of Sky City, the enemy¡¯s swarming of the streets, and the sudden Erosion that happened¡ªall of this couldn¡¯t have been implemented in short notice. On hindsight, it¡¯s not hard to realize something. The fact that they haven¡¯t done anything after attacking Prism City all this time makes it illogical.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Rock was momentarily at a loss for words. ¡°Therefore, the President you spoke to on the phone is either a dead man¡­¡± Roland enunciated each and every word. ¡°Or the Oracle himself.¡± Chapter 1476 - Reaching Straight to the Core Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Of course, ¡°he¡± could very well be an illusion, a puppet, or something else. However, it was essentially all the same¡ªperhaps Sky City had already suffered the infiltration of the Oracles a very long time ago. ¡°That is a fortress that contains tens of thousands of people¡­¡± Rock murmured. With the means of an Oracle, destroying anything wasn¡¯t difficult; after all, they were able to tear open rifts and create Erosion. But to complete an infiltration under the noses of tens of thousands of people and ultimately not be detected made them unfathomable. ¡°I¡¯m also wishing that I¡¯ve made a mistake, but this is the most reasonable conclusion.¡± Roland sighed. The Dream World had its relatively unique laws; thus, preventing Oracles from fully expressing their strength. Whatever they wanted to do required the support of magic power. And the only places with a relatively large store of Fallen Evil cores were Prism City and Sky City. Now, the fact that the Oracles had chosen to appear beneath Prism City from the very beginning didn¡¯t seem like an absolute coincidence. Despite being alien intruders, they were not unknowledgeable about this world. Perhaps right after Prism City was destroyed, they had already targeted the Association¡¯s Headquarters. As for the Oracles left behind, apart from seeking a chance to assassinate Zero, the remaining ones were just a front to mislead. ¡°It¡¯s meaningless worrying. We will know once we head there.¡± Roland pressed down on the Defender¡¯s shoulders. ¡°Do you still remember what I said previously? Now, two worlds are fighting against God, and the Association has already contributed significantly to the Battle of Divine Will. Now, it¡¯s time I repay you.¡± ¡°Mr. Roland¡­¡± ¡°Leave the rest to me.¡± Under Rock¡¯s heavy gaze, Roland walked out the main hall. Fei Yuhan and Valkries were waiting outside for him. The former being there wasn¡¯t surprising. As an Association member of the new generation with outstanding strength, she would definitely appear wherever there was danger. However, the latter being there was rather odd. He didn¡¯t believe that Valkries would generate any feelings for the Dream World, much less fight to defend it. The typical person would find an inconspicuous spot to take things easy. The Oracles¡¯ repeated defeats did not mean that they were without threat. Even in the framework of the Dream World, they were able to easily kill a martial artist. With Valkries no longer the Nightmare Lord of the past, she was not much different from ordinary martial artists having lost her magic stone powers. By heading to Sky City, she would no doubt face all sorts of dangers. ¡°There¡¯s no need to have such an odd expression,¡± Valkries snapped at him. ¡°I simply wish to confirm what the God and Oracles you keep mentioning look like. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn¡¯t be indifferent towards such an opportunity, isn¡¯t that so?¡± Roland shrugged. ¡°¡­ seems like it.¡± As they were chatting, the roar of a helicopter¡¯s engine sounded from the base a distance away¡ªthe moment for them to set off was here. What followed would be a hectic series of activities lasting as long as a day and a half. They were sent to the airport via helicopter before taking a private special plane to head for their destination. Finally, they were simply split into teams and briefed on the mission, then sent to the war zone via military helicopters. It was apparent that the government¡¯s disaster response measures were out in full force. The jam-packed cars were only seen about a hundred kilometers from Sky City. As for the orderliness of the refugees, they were placed under control of the disaster-management military, therefore, the situation had not descended into utter chaos. Valkries was staring outside the window from the moment they took off. After getting on the plane, she requested to switch to a window seat. Clearly, she was filled with curiosity over such a novel experience. ¡°Apart from it being a little noisy, the speed isn¡¯t too bad. At least, it flies faster than me.¡± Moments later, she let out a sigh. ¡°Humans indeed have unique abilities when studying the laws of a world. ¡°You can fly as well?¡± Fei Yuhan asked with great interest. ¡°Unless restricted by magic power or physical size, most upgraded demons will choose to fuse with a magic stone which brings about faster movement speed. One of them naturally includes flight.¡± ¡°How¡¯s it? Do you now know the potential of humanity?¡± Roland didn¡¯t miss the chance to brag. ¡°Unfortunately¡­ There¡¯s no trace of magic power on this.¡± Valkries shrugged. ¡°Why do you say so?¡± Fei Yuhan asked, perplexed. ¡°If a plane requires magic power to fly, then it can only be driven by martial artists like us.¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s not what I mean. Humans were able to create a machine so intricate without the use of magic power. Then, what would happen if magic power was added into the mix?¡± Valkries said slowly. ¡°I¡¯ve always been wondering what the difference between God and us is. Could it be this? After all, magic power is also a part of the world¡¯s laws.¡± Roland pricked his brows up in surprise. He had the urge to marvel at how she deserved being the Nightmare Lord. In less than half a year in the Dream World, she had already learned to use a scientific approach to understand matters. As a result, the saying that longevity was an obstacle to a civilization was not necessarily accurate. More critically, it depended on what kind of people had long lifespans. The next day around noon, Roland could already see Sky City sitting atop the mountaintop. The city at the foot of the mountain was billowing with thick smoke, with explosions sounding from time to time. Clearly, martial artists that rushed over from all across the world were fighting the Fallen Evils. Compared to the evacuation team¡¯s orderliness, this was the true battlefield. Perhaps even they had never imagined the day when the enemy would form a horde to charge through the streets. As for the mission handed to Roland, it was very obvious. It was to head straight for the incident¡¯s heart, the Association Headquarters. The helicopter transported them to the gathering point at the mountainside. And here, there were already more than twenty martial artists from other branches waiting for his arrival. Perhaps they had been warned prior to their deployment, but no one engaged in idle talk, nor did they question Roland¡¯s identity. After a brief exchange of words, they confirmed the basic route and delegation of tasks. Compared to the first joint mission, the team this time was clearly made up of experienced elites. Not only did they cooperate well, they were also extremely disciplined. The layout of Sky City happened to be completely opposite to that of Prism City. As the Erosion had appeared in midair, the Association had built a tower to contain it. However, in consideration of the problems arising from the evacuation and rescue operations, there was a concealed passageway connected to the tower¡¯s peak at the bottom. As long as one was familiar with the route, they could avoid the swarming Fallen Evils on the mountaintop. Under the lead of the Headquarters¡¯ guide, the assault force did not meet with much opposition. Occasionally, they would bump into a few Fallen Evils who were rapidly finished in a silent process. Roland didn¡¯t even need to do anything. Soon, the assault force arrived at the isolation room at the top level where the cores were stored. It was a huge room in the shape of a drum. The metal walls confined all the fallen cores the Headquarters had gathered to date. And in the middle of the room was a mobile platform, as well as two robotic arms which could be used to retrieve cores. In terms of it being a magnificent sight, Sky City was in no way inferior to Prism City. They found a figure standing in the middle of the platform¡ªthe Martialist Association¡¯s President. However, when ¡°he¡± turned around, he gradually transformed into another person. The transformation didn¡¯t happen in a blink of an eye, but it was a reorganization of his facial features at a speed detectable by the naked eye. His height also decreased and finally, he took on a form of an unfamiliar woman. ¡°I¡¯m Oracle Epsilon,¡± she said calmly. ¡°Roland, I¡¯ve been waiting a long time for you.¡± To have the enemy waiting for them was definitely unpropitious. This meant that everyone might very well have fallen into a trap. But surprisingly, Roland didn¡¯t hear anyone stir. If it were Fei Yuhan, she should have drawn her sword to prepare for an assault. He turned his body slightly to take a glance, and his heart could not help but sink. There was nothing around him¡ªnot a single person. Chapter 1477 - The Final Deadline Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Do not worry about your companions. They have only gone somewhere else.¡± The Oracle seemed to see his puzzlement and volunteered an answer. ¡°Somewhere¡­ else?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. This is also one of my abilities¡ªcreating illusions, misdirection, and make self-cognitive beings realize that they are heading towards destruction without realizing it,¡± Epsilon explained. ¡°Of course, I didn¡¯t really do so. I merely made them take the wrong path during a fork. At this moment, what they see is them, together with you, being locked in battle with large numbers of Fallen Evils rushing over to stop them.¡± ¡°Are you trying to tell me that they are in fact very safe?¡± Surprisingly, she nodded. ¡°Not only so, I have already arranged a perfect ending for your companions. The Fallen Evils and the Oracle will finally be defeated. The phenomenon and Erosion will disappear as a result. They would be exhausted from the battle, but smile happily while leaning against the walls, enjoying the pleasure of victory.¡± When Roland imagined a group of people flailing their arms in an empty room, to the point of exhaustion and lying down in smiles, he felt the hair on his back stand. He wasn¡¯t sure about the rest, but he knew Fei Yuhan and Valkries very well. Not only did they have outstanding willpower, but they were also very sharp. Yet, under Epsilon¡¯s abilities, they had failed to put up any bit of resistance. Wrong¡­ It isn¡¯t only the two of them. I didn¡¯t even notice it. There was just something wrong about the whole matter. According to past experiences, the abilities of an Oracle were ineffective against him. With this in mind, Roland¡¯s wariness instantly reached an extreme. ¡°And then?¡± ¡°There will not be anything after that. The entire world will come to an end, be it the Realm of Mind or beyond it. Everything will start from the beginning. But compared to reality, they would vanish in happiness and not suffer any pain. That is my benevol¡ª¡± Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, Roland took action. He leaped up, crossing over the nearly twenty-meter gap separating the passageway from the platform, flying straight for the Oracle and punching out! Attacking suddenly while the enemy was droning on was something he had used several times to great effect! The surging powers in his body responded to his will. With a huge boom, a surging wave swept across the platform, cracking the railings, operating apparatuses, and robotic arms. They tumbled down to the storage level and produced a series of dull thuds. Even Roland was shocked by the might of that one strike. He knew that absorbing the magic power cores would strengthen him, but he never expected that unknowingly, his body had already reached such a formidable level. However, his fist did not experience the tactile feeling he expected. Epsilon seemed to disperse like a bubble before materializing behind him. ¡°How does it feel becoming stronger? The gift I sent you is still pretty good, isn¡¯t it?¡± Roland was first startled before he came to a realization what she truly meant. ¡°Wait, that astrolabe was mailed by you?¡± He had once requested the Association to investigate the source of the delivery, but it was ultimately fruitless. Be it the identity system or monitors, they all indicated that the deliverer only existed for a moment. Any checks prior and after to the delivery resulted in a conclusion that the person had vanished. Now, thinking back to Epsilon¡¯s ability, everything made sense. ¡°It¡¯s called Gamma, also an Oracle,¡± Epsilon calmly said, as though she wasn¡¯t talking about her companion, but ¡°something¡± completely unrelated to her. Roland was shocked for the first time. After confirming that he had not heard wrong, he asked in disbelief, ¡°¡­ why?¡± ¡°Because I wish to know the answer, an answer only God knows.¡± Her voice seemed to drift off. ¡°Do you now understand? I have no feelings of animosity towards you. To head to the Divine Domain, one needs the help of the Dream World to realize it. On this goal, we are on the same page at the very least.¡± With the abrupt twists and turns, Roland was momentarily at a loss for words. ¡°Do you not believe me? The world wouldn¡¯t lie to you.¡± Epsilon spread out her arms and said, ¡°I didn¡¯t summon the rift to isolate you from the world like Delta, but you still failed to see through my illusion. That is proof. It¡¯s because I do not have any feelings of animosity that the Dream World isn¡¯t ostracizing my abilities.¡± ¡°¡­ You are actually someone on Lan¡¯s side?¡± This was the only possibility which Roland could come up with. After all, Lan had mentioned before that there were more than one betraying Oracle. ¡°I do not know how she explained it to you, so I¡¯m unable to precisely answer this question.¡± Epsilon extended two of her fingers. ¡°If you are asking if I¡¯m on the same side as her, the conclusion is ¡®no.¡¯ Before coming here, I did not have any memories regarding Lan. Even in Prism City, I was the one who killed her with my own hands.¡± Roland could not help but raise his brows. ¡°Or perhaps you are asking if she shares the same goal as me.¡± She lowered one finger and said, ¡°The conclusion is similarly ¡®no.¡¯ The reason for me doing this is of my own beliefs, and it has nothing to do with her. You can imagine it to be that I¡¯m helping you.¡± ¡°And the way to help me is to destroy this world?¡± Roland sneered. ¡°You¡¯re wrong. The one destroying the world isn¡¯t me, but God.¡± Epsilon shook her head. ¡°In order to avoid misunderstandings, I¡¯ll say it directly. You should have noticed the changes outside. That barrier that blankets the sky can temporarily stop the burgeoning of the Dream World, so as to prevent it from touching the Divine Domain. Otherwise, even with Oracles present, God will not hesitate to destroy everything that has been built up here to date. In fact, you have absorbed an excessive numbers of magic power cores recently, and you are just a sliver short. If I didn¡¯t guess wrong, Lan was supposed to monitor the expansion of your Dream World, but she died at my hands. Hence, no one told you what it means to ¡®simultaneously¡¯ reach the Origin of Magic.¡± She even knows this! ¡°But this barrier cuts off my connection with the outer world. Are you also capable of controlling the real world?¡± ¡°No, but at the very least, I know that you have already opened up the path to the Bottomless Land. What follows is just a matter of time,¡± Epsilon said slowly. ¡°You probably can guess the means of how I received this information. That¡¯s right. The content discussed by your Martialist Association and Design Bureau of Graycastle would all be reported to Headquarters, and therefore, reach me.¡± And that includes the Glory of the Sun project as well as the feedback of the various weapons¡­ Roland came to a realization. Epsilon had used these snippets to reconstruct the entire scene of the outside world. ¡°Have you never considered that my unconsciousness would result in an accident?¡± ¡°That is also an unknown factor. But I do not have a better choice¡ªonly when you enter the Realm of Mind will the world be activated. Therefore, it will have to trap you within,¡± Epsilon explained patiently. ¡°Thankfully, we do not need to keep waiting. The domain after a severed contact will automatically change the flow of time. As long as you wish for it, it wouldn¡¯t be difficult to make the time it takes to blink an eye equal to a day.¡± Roland instantly widened his eyes, not daring to close it for even a second, afraid that centuries would have passed in the outside world when he awoke again. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. The thing you are worrying about won¡¯t happen.¡± She curled her lips and showed a smile for the first time. ¡°The barrier needs magic power to maintain. Even if all the cores in this store is expended, only half a month would pass when converting it to the outside world¡¯s time¡­ And that would also be the final deadline.¡± Chapter 1478 - The Lights Soon Extinguish Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Half a month¡­ It means that once the plan is paused or canceled,we would forever miss the deadline. Will the people on the floating island really persist on even without me? Also, what should be done on the demons¡¯ side? With Valkries¡¯s connection gone, would the fragile agreement with Sky Lord shatter as a result? Not to mention the Sky-sea Realm above Mist Island and the problem of actually entering the Bottomless Land. Darn it. If only I can pass these information out! Roland¡¯s mind raced, attempting to find a way to overcome the predicament, but he failed to come up with any workable plans despite a prolonged period of thinking. Unlike any of the previous dangers he faced, he was unable to reverse the situation even if he were to destroy the Oracle before him. Roland already could sense that this was not a matter that could be solved by a single person alone. ¡°I¡­ don¡¯t understand.¡± He said after a long period of silence, ¡°In the beginning, all of you treated me as a destroyer that needed to be eliminated because the Dream World threatens the rules set by God, to the exaggerated point of destroying millions of years of accumulated development. Yet, for just one instance of abnormality, you are helping me enter the Divine Domain. Were all the developments from before suddenly worth nothing? ¡°That¡¯s not the only laughable point. Since God can turn the Dream World to nothingness at any time, why didn¡¯t He do so in the beginning? Don¡¯t tell me that He holds compassion!¡± The more Roland spoke, the angrier he became as his voice kept rising. ¡°Countless races have killed each other in the name of the Divine Will, to the point of extinction. Apart from weathered bones and ruins, nothing is left. What kind of accumulated development is this!? ¡°As for you¡ªEpsilon. Since you plan on betraying God, why not go all the way? Lan did it to escape her shackles, but what about you? If you only wish to receive an answer, I don¡¯t mind bringing one more person to the Divine Domain. When the time comes, you can ask God as many questions as you want! ¡°Saying baffling words and doing incredulous acts, is this the unique characteristic of those who crack themselves up to be Oracles and God? You can¡¯t even compare to mortals! At the very least, mortals know what they want clearly!¡± However, Epsilon did not show any signs of anger. She was not like the past Oracles, turning extremely sensitive and resistant when it involved problems with God. She even revealed a look of understanding after hearing what Roland said. The Oracle walked in front of Roland, the gap closing to the point of being just a body¡¯s length away. ¡°For you to ask these questions proves that you are just one step away from the answer.¡± The distance couldn¡¯t be considered safe for both Epsilon and Roland, but the latter apparently didn¡¯t take it to heart. ¡°However, if you do not take that last step, that distance would be no different from an infinite one.¡± She looked up at Roland. ¡°The greatness of God depends on what He has done, and not how many people know of it. Besides, the differences in civilizations will result in views and knowledge being completely different. Therefore, it¡¯s understandable that you are unable to comprehend. In addition, I¡¯m different from Lan. I¡¯ve never betrayed God Almighty. Please remember that. ¡°Finally, if you are already prepared, you can take that step now¡ª¡± With that said, Epsilon slowly reached out her hand to grab Roland¡¯s arm, placing it on her chest. ¡°What are you doing?¡± Roland reflexively retracted his hand. ¡°Isn¡¯t it obvious? Retrieve the astrolabe, and finally allow the Dream World and the Divine Domain to intersect. You should be very familiar with this process,¡± Epsilon said calmly, as though it had nothing to do with her. ¡°The Fallen Evils and Erosion bodies were my creation, and the cores are tightly connected together. Once you absorb the astrolabe, their magic powers will be pulled into that world. Such massive powers will be enough to make the Dream World expand again to complete the final step. When the time comes, the intersecting Realm of Mind will become the new Erosion, but this time, it¡¯s the Dream World invading the Divine Domain, and you¡ªwill face God.¡± ¡°Wait.¡± Roland stared at her in astonishment. ¡°Don¡¯t Oracles live because of this blob of magic power? Without the astrolabe¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯ll die.¡± Epsilon smiled. ¡°But that¡¯s only limited to the concept of death you have. As a part of God, as long as He isn¡¯t destroyed, we will exist forever. What disappears is the body named Epsilon.¡± ¡°Even so, will you be able to hear the answer?¡± ¡°No¡­ asking it is sufficient.¡± With that said, she closed up her fingers and stabbed her palm into her chest before pulling out a dazzling blue blob of star jade! Fresh blood splattered, some even landing on Roland¡¯s face. ¡°Cough¡­ Take it and enter the Divine Domain. Everything you want to know¡­ Cough¡­ can be found there.¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Roland was stunned. He never expected such a sudden turn of events, but with it already done, any hesitation was meaningless. If Epsilon was right, at the moment the barrier was erected, the Dream World¡¯s flow of time had far exceeded that of reality. Even if he waited for the Oracle to die and remove the barrier, it would be half a month later. The only thing he could do was trust in everyone on the floating island. With this in mind, Roland took a deep breath and grabbed the astrolabe. The blue light grew brighter as though it was burning its last ounce of energy. As though stimulated, the heat wave inside surged out ferociously, and in that blinding radiance, he looked towards the Oracle who had blood seeping down the corners of her lips. ¡°I wish to ask you one last question¡ªdo you think the destruction of the world is inevitable?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ Unless you can¡­ defeat God Almighty.¡± Epsilon¡¯s voice was already drifting away. ¡°But it¡¯s impossible to defeat God. That is¡­ a predestined ending from the very beginning.¡± ¡°But you still changed your original decision!¡± ¡°All of you¡­ have worked hard for so long, so you shouldn¡¯t vanish without knowing why¡­ Being able to take that final step¡­ is praiseworthy itself.¡± Epsilon coughed out another mouthful of blood and barely forced a smile. ¡°Since destruction is the end¡­ and is destined, why should I¡­ take any more pointless actions?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not what you really think.¡± Roland glared at her, enunciating each and every word. ¡°Lan wished to escape her restraints, and you wish to seek the answer. I do not know what was restraining her, nor do I know what questions you would like to ask God, but there is one thing I¡¯m sure of, your hopes changed, isn¡¯t it!? It¡¯s because both of you have the same look in your eyes¡ª¡± ¡°Sorry¡­ That is the second question¡­¡± Epsilon closed her eyes with a smile, and when the blue brilliance reached an extremum, she slightly opened her mouth, as though she was about to say something. But before Roland could take it in carefully, the blinding light had devoured everything. Chapter 1479 - A Marvel Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Sixth day of Roland¡¯s coma. Anna walked into the room and saw Wendy tending to him. ¡°Let me.¡± She picked up a cup of clear water and walked to the bed. After dampening a cotton swab, she gently moistened Roland¡¯s lips. Even though the Seed of Symbiosis had been implanted in him, his body was still influenced by multiple factors; for example, the lack of water led to dehydration and cracked lips. For the past few days, Anna and Roland¡¯s interaction time was far less than what Wendy, Nightingale, and the rest had with him. It wasn¡¯t that she didn¡¯t wish to spend more time with him, but that she had fixed a hard rule for herself, to only have interaction with him for half an hour a day¡ªshe was afraid that she would be unwilling to leave the room. Wendy set down her work and gave Anna space to accompany Roland. The thirty minutes were relaxed and tranquil, as though time had slowed to a crawl. The silence was broken only until a report from the guards came from the outside. ¡°Your Majesty Anna, the investigation team has returned; the others are waiting for you at the conference room!¡± Anna stopped for a second, then slowly placed the porcelain cup down. ¡°Anna¡­¡± Wendy spoke worriedly. ¡°Don¡¯t worry.¡± She raised her head. ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± In that moment, Wendy felt the instant switch in Anna¡¯s state of mind, her clear eyes that gazed upon Roland was swapped out for a resolved look, as though she was a completely different person. Wendy realized that this girl had grown at an astonishing rate, but upon recalling that Anna was always the first in Border Town to learn and understand what Roland thought, her progress was reasonable. Due to the relation between Anna and Border Town, the town had turned into a sacred mountain for witches, and at this moment, Anna was bringing everyone to new heights. ¡°Go and do what you have to,¡± Wendy replied gently. ( Boxno vel. co m ) ¡°I¡¯ll have to trouble you with him.¡± Anna bowed slightly towards Wendy and left the chambers. After traveling through long passageways and stairs, she finally arrived behind the conference room doors. She stopped in her tracks, took a few deep breaths, and pushed open the doors¡ª ¡°Her Majesty!¡± Everyone in the room stood up and bowed at her with a hand placed on their chests. Anna did not dismiss their greetings, but instead returned the same greeting back to them¡ªAnna knew the limitations to what she was good at, and to have everything put in order and have everything appearing clear and orderly was through everybody¡¯s hard work. ¡°Let us begin the meeting.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Morning Light replied respectfully. The investigation team for Mist Island included Lightning, Maggie and Sylvie¡ªaccording to the information Hackzord had provided, Sylvie had confirmed the island¡¯s definite position. Although her magic power was incapable of penetrating through the illusion barrier, it was as eye-grabbing as the stars in the sky in the vast ocean. Aside from that, Sylvie discovered a large amount of magic power feedback that seemed to have enveloped the sea surrounding the island, which was the reason for the Exploration Group¡¯s abandonment for further exploration. There was no doubt that the Sky-sea Realm was related to the magic power¡ªaside from the frequent sea ghosts, Nest Mothers and Blade Beasts, there were a few surprisingly ¡®behemoths.¡¯ Demons hailed them as Mountain Devourers and were most commonly evolved from Nest Mothers. They did not possess the ability to produce limbed beasts and blade beasts, but instead had dense armor that covered their entire body and utilized a large mouth the size of a capstan to feed on the land, They were the main force of the Sky-sea Realm to produce a battlefield suited for them. Obviously the Sky-sea Realm did not plan to give up the Bottomless Land so easily. Right as the General Staff were formulating countermeasures, Silent Disaster and Isabella walked in¡ªit was a rather odd duo to marvel at, a human and a senior lord, to which the human was a Pure Witch of the former Church. Anyone who witnessed it was surprised. But Anna knew that the duo¡¯s work was extremely crucial. And they had indeed come with good news. Isabella smiled at her. ¡°Your Majesty, the test was successful.¡± Anna¡¯s heart immediately relaxed. At present, what was most challenging about dealing with the Sky-sea Realm was the inability to trace the blade beasts, transferring the witches defending the Western Region would result in a defenseless Neverwinter, and thus, the most dependable method was to provide means for ordinary people to spot blade beasts. The only senior demon capable of doing so was Primal Chaos, a senior lord upgraded from an Eye Demon. He had the ability to see through all invisibility, but the effective radius was rather small and inferior to a passive view capable of seeing all things. If they were able to amplify Senior Lord Primal Chaos¡¯s ability, it might be the conclusive breakthrough. The first to suggest this was surprisingly Hackzord, to which reminded Anna of Zero¡¯s Infinite Sigil¡ªthis changed the plan to three parts: Silent Disaster to convince Primal Chaos, Arrieta to supply high-grade magic stones, and Isabella to conduct the relevant research. This was the reason for the strange duo. As for Isabella¡¯s part, it was definitely the most troublesome, but it had obtained a breakthrough. This boosted the morale of the General Staff by a whole new level. At the very least, they would have some sense of direction while attacking the Bottomless Land. After going through the conditional theories, they were left with dispatching. ¡°I hope Graycastle will be in time.¡± Agatha spoke up while staring at the map of the Four Kingdoms. ¡°I believe in Iron Axe and the rest,¡± Anna replied. ¡­ Kingdom of Dawn, Coral Bay. White leaned on his crutches and climbed onto the deck and moved slowly towards Speedster¡¯s bow¡ªit was a high-speed sailboat with two masts, and although it was considered a sea-going vessel, it did not have good resistance for stormy seas, for the greater part of its travels relying on coastlines to travel. But its biggest advantage lay in its costs, compared to the few hundred gold royals required in the past. It now only needed 99 gold royals to fund an entire Speedster. If swapped for Graycastle¡¯s paper money, one could even get a further ten percent discount. ¡°Hey Boss!¡± the seamen on the deck were moving the goods saluted him. White nodded in satisfaction. In the past, hiring men would have been a large part of the expenses, but following the merchants¡¯ increasing fondness of steam-powered boats, the price of ordinary sailboats dropped even further. This dropped the cost of hiring men to climb and hang the mast¡ªafter all, the steam-powered boats did not require any mast and thus less manpower. As he gazed towards ocean that reflected the sky and clouds and listened to the melodious calls of the sea gulls, White¡¯s mood lightened up. From a coachman to the master of a sailboat, his personal assets could be said to have increased severalfold. Although the work still involved transporting people and that the employers were still from Neverwinter, compared to a year or two ago, it was considered an overhaul. Of course, he did not forget to purchase the steam truck of his dreams. It was just that his present wants had several new additions; for example, buying even more boats or vehicles¡­ Certainly, it would be best to establish himself as a specialist in the transport business. ¡°Boss, are you comparing the tough times to the sweet again?¡± someone quipped. The seamen knew that upon becoming happy, their boss loved to brag about his past and could go on for hours if no one interrupted him. As listeners, they would get a break from their busy work; thus, everyone would always use such an opener on him. ¡°What are you talking about, this is the experience of life, all of you, sigh¡­ are still inexperienced.¡± White glared at them. ¡°I started driving for the Countess before working for the Church, and moved on to being employed by Graycastle before accumulating enough for this family business. All of those are not tough times, but the foundations to success, get it!?¡± ¡°Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say goes!¡± Everyone nodded their head. ¡°You little brats, I know that all of you want to skive.¡± White found a clean spot to sit down, and patted the spot beside him. ¡°All of you, come here. Take it that I¡¯m in a good mood today; there¡¯s no harm in listening to me talk.¡± Whistles immediately sounded on deck. White did not mind too much about it; he was not a noble. If he had not made the right choice and followed the majority to Neverwinter, he might not have been any better than these seamen today. ¡°Today, I shall talk about the achievements when the King of Graycastle recaptured the Kingdom of Wolfheart.¡± He mulled for a short moment, then gabbled non-stop after. He talked about the soldiers that stood in the rain and never fell, about the nobles¡¯ diplomatic mission that ended up in failure upon the first meeting, but most of the content were focused on the shocking fleet. ¡°You guys have no clue on how large the fleet was, a continuous and unbroken extension of white masts, longer than the sea line. Even from a distance, people would be able to see it and become stunned in place, it is hard to blame the Baron of Sedimentation Bay for surrendering to King Roland immediately.¡± ¡°Is it really that exaggerated?¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s even larger than what I just said, Kid. I can bet you that it was the most majestic sight I have ever seen in my life, a scene that you can never comprehend even if you break your head. Unless you get to see it personally, don¡¯t ever think of becoming like me your entire lives. Of course, this opportunity will never come in the next decade,¡± White said smugly. ¡°Erm¡­ boss, have you ever seen boats that appear out from beneath the waters?¡± someone asked. ¡°What nonsense are you saying. I¡¯m talking about actual events, not some folk lore!¡± ¡°But it¡¯s right there¡­ across the dock, and¡­ it looks like there¡¯s more than one¡­¡± The person who posed the question stuttered. ¡°Did you drink too much last night?¡± White stood up and pushed the seamen around him aside. As he laid his eyes upon the sea, he was immediately stunned. He saw a colossal ¡°door¡± appear over the water surface. The ships that hung the banner of Graycastle appeared like ghosts, one after another, they cruised out of the door and swept past the Speedster from several hundred meters away. Chapter 1480 - Bugle Horn for the End of War Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations It wasn¡¯t only limited to the seamen on the Speedster; the others on the dock had also noticed this inconceivable fleet. The dock instantly fell into a terrifying silence. If the fleet wasn¡¯t flying the Graycastle flag, as well as the people on the vessels waving at them, everyone might have immediately dropped everything on their hands to flee! Even ghost ships of legend would only appear in the foggy distant sea, so how was it possible to appear in front of so many people in the day in such an ostentatious manner? More than half an hour passed when the inconceivable door disappeared, leaving only the departing figures of the fleet across the sea surface. If they had not seen it for themselves, no one would have believed that they had appeared on the sea out of nowhere. ¡°Alright, alright. Get back to work!¡± ¡°Boss, what was that¡­¡± ¡°His Majesty¡¯s secret fleet. It¡¯s best you know less of it!¡± After hoodwinking his seamen, White could not help but wipe the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. He decided to restrain himself a little more in the future, so as to prevent similar incidents from happening. Even though he had similar experiences in the past, he had confirmed his beliefs. The King of Graycastle had already effected so much change in the world that the world he was familiar with was already highly divergent from what it presently was. ¡­ With the help of Sky Lord, Graycastle completed their gathering of troops in the northern ridge of the continent at an alarming speed. In a week, they managed to transport more than a hundred thousand people from one end of the continent to the other end. Of this, twenty thousand were made up of the regular corps, and the armaments and food were enough to last them a month. This was not a simple task. To raise the Distortion Door to its maximum efficiency, Iron Axe personally rushed to Neverwinter to organize the preparatory work. Kun Peng was changed into a transporter and, together with Agatha, the Red Mist was transported ahead of time to the Blackstone storage towers which had been built and not destroyed in Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Simultaneously, in order to replenish Hackzord with magic power, Spear, Leaf, and company basically accompanied him the entire way, causing the former to have no chance of taking a breather. He kept producing Distortion Doors, and together with the Administrative Office¡¯s strong execution abilities, it made this movement over the continent happen extremely quickly. Despite the many soldiers of the First Army being extremely astonished at having the companion of Sky Lord and the demons in the continental passageway, Iron Axe¡¯s lead prevented these doubts to turn into problems. And the troops slowly began spreading talk that the ¡°demons had surrendered to the King of Graycastle and had expressed their loyalty.¡± Of course¡­ Hackzord, who had received news of this ahead of time, ignored it, pretending he had never heard of such talk. He hid all the rejoinders in him. On the nineteenth day of Roland¡¯s unconsciousness. The front lines had already made preparations to invade Mist Island. Amid the General Staff, all the higher-ups were engaging in the last round of war games. ¡°First, Lightning will send a flare above the target to direct Lady Eleanor. Following that, the floating island will open up a path and enter the target from the west.¡± Edith pushed the model representing the floating island towards the western front of the map and said, ¡°This step requires about three days. With the floating island¡¯s mass, it will definitely be discovered by the Sky-sea Realm.¡± ¡°But even so, they do not have any effective means to stop us,¡± Hackzord said confidently. ¡°The Deity of Gods were originally designed to deal with the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s lair. Although this island is a little smaller, it¡¯s still a Deity of Gods at its core. As long as it doesn¡¯t take a sea route, the enemy can only watch from the waters. The acids the Nest Mothers spray out will at most leave a few black stains on the rock.¡± ¡°During this period of time, the enemy isn¡¯t of much of a threat to us. The Aerial Knights¡¯ main mission is to suppress the enemy and, with the Bottomless Land as the center, sweep out an isolation band.¡± Ferlin Eltek placed a ruler in the middle of the islands. ¡°Your Highness Tilly, this will be left to you.¡± Tilly nodded. ¡°When the enemy¡¯s attention is drawn to the floating island, the First Army will appear from the north and slowly push south. The goal of the army is to eradicate the remaining enemy and occupy the periphery of the Bottomless Land, so as to seek a window of opportunity for Her Majesty Anna to find the entrance to the Divine Domain.¡± The Pearl of the Northern Region paused. ¡°According to Joan¡¯s description, the island has a receiver that¡¯s called a Guardian. Perhaps, she will be able to open a pathway in the real world to the Realm of Mind.¡± ¡°I remember telling you that the Guardian has already been killed by me,¡± Hackzord reminded. ¡°Indeed, but after comparing various sources of information, we believe that she wouldn¡¯t die that easily,¡± Edith said without much care. ¡°What you saw was an upgraded demon, while Joan saw a female human. Either the Guardian is just an illusion or there are many of them. Considering how the island appears uninhabited, it implies that she¡¯s quite extraordinary to remain there for several thousand years.¡± ¡°But¡­ Will this person really lead us into God¡¯s domain?¡± Wendy asked worriedly. The venue plunged into silence. In fact, the entire plan¡¯s second half was not supported by any reliable information. It was unknown if such an entrance actually existed. Nightingale had once rerolled the scene of what Roland saw in the Dream World to everyone, and that was their only clue. However, the content was just too abstruse and incomprehensible that even Anna wasn¡¯t able to make much out of it. At present, the only thing that could be confirmed was that the Guardian would open a ¡°path to heaven¡± to the victorious race that carried a complete legacy. As for what would happen with Roland not being in her receiving radius was still an unknown. ¡°We will never have an answer to this question if we don¡¯t try,¡± Anna said decisively. Her firm reply relaxed everyone¡¯s shoulders, as though it bolstered confidence from the bottom of their hearts. ¡°I have to warn you, humans,¡± Silent Disaster suddenly said. ¡°This battle will be different from all the wars you are familiar with. It would not develop in steps. Once you make contact with the Sky-sea Realm, everything after that will happen simultaneously. Regardless of what you do, time is of the essence.¡± ¡°Does that mean that it¡¯s impossible for us to set up camp to slowly search for the island?¡± Edith asked with pricked brows. ¡°Believe her.¡± Hackzord shrugged his shoulders. ¡°Serakkas has spent most of her time the past hundred years fighting the Sky-sea Realm. She should likely be the person who understands the enemy the most among everyone here.¡± ¡°Are there really¡­ so many of those monsters?¡± Ferlin could not help but ask. ¡°More than you can imagine.¡± Sky Lord had a rare tone of seriousness. ¡°When they swarm over, the sea will turn into a rich blackness. If the Blackstone region were to land in the hands of the Sky-sea Realm, there will not be any obstacles between them and the Bottomless Land. Hoping to secure the island based on your idea is impossible. Without subsequent reinforcements, all that¡¯s possible is to last longer.¡± ¡°We have no plans on staying there for long either.¡± Finally, Anna stepped forward to cut the dispute. ¡°The floating island will draw enemy fire and provide support, while the First Army will quickly occupy the Bottomless Land through the Distortion Door. At the same time, we will seek out the Guardian. As for what we do after that, it will depend on the enemy¡¯s reaction. Am I right?¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty,¡± Pearl of the Northern Region said while placing her hand on her chest. ¡°Then, we shall take action two days later!¡± Anna said with a decided tone. ¡°Regardless, we have to send Roland into the Bottomless Land. This is the only way to end the Battle of Divine Will!¡± ¡°As you wish, Your Majesty!¡± everyone shouted together. Chapter 1481 - Landing on the Island For Battle Begins Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations 9:20 a.m. on the fifth day of the beginning of the battle. Thick fog rose up around the floating island suddenly, and the originally clear skies suddenly turned dark. The visibility dropped to about dozens of meters. It¡¯s coming! Everyone at headquarters realized that they were passing the ¡°Illusion Boundary¡± mentioned by Hackzord. Although it was already the third day since they began taking action, the true battle was ushered in at this moment! The massive room was silent. Everyone¡¯s eyes were staring at the screen intently, their bodies standing straight and tense. Even Sylvie¡¯s Magic Eyes were unable to see through the layers of obstruction. This meant that they were faced with an unknown region up ahead. Regardless of what fate had in stall for them, they could only wait till the final moment to know. To the higher-ups of the First Army who were accustomed to having full information and preparation, the unease they felt was something they had not experienced in a very long time. Suddenly, a faint crow¡¯s caw sounded in everyone¡¯s ears. Ferlin and company exchanged looks. They were above the sea, so how could there be a crow? But it wasn¡¯t an auditory hallucination. Soon, more sounds were added into the mix. They overlapped each other, making everyone unsure of what kind of echo it was or if they had encountered a massive flock of crows. In minutes, the cawing blended into a whole and was indistinguishable from one other. It also became louder. A staff member suddenly had a change in expression. ¡°Those are the cries of sea ghosts!¡± ¡°Sea ghosts?¡± someone asked. ¡°The legendary creatures?¡± ( B oxnovel.c om ) ¡°No, they aren¡¯t legends! I once worked at Festive Harbor. When the old seamen there talk about sea ghosts, they would describe them as crows of the sea!¡± ¡°Humph, stop making a fuss.¡± Hackzord had his arms crossed. ¡°This is just the lowest constructs of the Sky-sea Realm. Their only advantage is their numbers. They are most suitable for filling the battlefield. In a while, you will see what kind of enemy my race has always been battling¡ª¡± As Sky Lord was speaking, the thickness of the fog suddenly thinned. The runway on the floating island rapidly became visible to the naked eye, and following that, the sky and sea which were further into the distance. The sky remained dark, but it looked normal at the very least. However, the scene over the sea was completely different. Everyone who saw the scene on the screen could not help but tremble. It was definitely an unforgettable sight. Countless sea ghosts propped up their heads over the sea as they cawed at the floating island. It was as though dense black pores had bloomed on the sea surface. Just sweeping across it with one¡¯s eyes left one¡¯s scalp tingling. The bodies which were floating beneath the water made the seawater appear a strange black color. If a description was necessary, they appeared like a nest of tadpoles in a puddle, but filling a puddle wasn¡¯t anything to marvel about. To dye the entire sea black was truly considered rare. And the rumored Bottomless Land appeared in front of the floating island. Its size was similar to Sleeping Island. There were no signs of lakes on it, but it appeared luxuriantly green. It didn¡¯t look anything like an isolated island in the ocean. Soon, out of the black sea ghosts surfaced the figures of Nest Mothers. They opened the rib bones on their backs and spewed out blobs of green, sticky liquid skyward! Instantly, it appeared as though toxic rain was striking the bottom of the floating island. If the humans¡¯ vanguard was not the North Slope Mine, but a regular fleet, the outcome was obvious. ¡°A total of 1,524.¡± Eleanor¡¯s voice suddenly entered everyone¡¯s mind. ¡°Are you referring to¡­¡± Iron Axe said in surprise. ¡°The number of Acid Nest Mothers.¡± She used her usual languid voice in a reply.¡°That¡¯s not more than the shells we have.¡± Just as she said that, a series of salvos sounded from the bottom of the floating island! The first to launch a counterattack was Eleanor. A 152mm Longsong Cannon shot out a shell and, after flying nearly a thousand meters, it accurately plunged into the body of a Nest Mother. After the shell tore through the organs, it exploded, blasting the Nest Mother into two! Meanwhile, the sea ghosts around it were also implicated by the explosion. The flying shells left a dense array of splashes across the sea, but this time, it was no longer black but a ghostly blue due to the blood. In half a month, the engineering team¡¯s greatest modification to the floating island was the addition of a series of cannons affixed to the bottom. It was equipped with a full array of weaponry, going from 20mm autocannons to the biggest Longsong Cannons. After all, the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s main advantage was in the sea. Without the need for anti-air defenses, increasing the bottom¡¯s firepower was naturally the First Army¡¯s top priority. At that moment, the floating island was an aerial battleship, and one that was equipped with a fire control processing machine. Under Eleanor¡¯s control, even more of the autocannon turrets joined in the shooting. Instantly, the area beneath the island turned into a land of death where iron met flesh! The salvo and the sweeping of the machine guns created a symphony that drowned out the sea ghosts¡¯ wails. Although Hackzord maintained his composure, his expression had unknowingly turned complicated. Clearly, he had also realized that when the legacies of various races were combined together, it would generate astonishing effects. ¡°Get the Aerial Knights to prepare for take off,¡± Tilly picked up a transmitter and said. According to the plan, the Aerial Knights were not in charge of being the decisive force in the operation. They were to be split into dozens of squadrons and circle above the Bottomless Land for prolonged periods of time. They would cut off any support and attack the enemy¡¯s main forces, so as to reduce the pressure on the ground forces. These were all missions that the Aerial Knights had to shoulder. They had to take full advantage of the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s weakest characteristic. Moments later, biplanes filled with fuel rolled out of the hangar and got into position. At 10:40 a.m., Eleanor steered the floating island into the island¡¯s confines. The number of monsters that had been attracted by this colossal object was uncountable. They trampled over the dismembered corpses of their own kind, swarming towards the floating island, completely unfazed that they were unable to deal any damage to the floating island. Of course, this also had to do with Eleanor deliberately lowering their altitude to entice the enemy into attempting to climb up the island. However, with the machine guns¡¯ sweeping fire, breaking through the net of destruction was not something easily achievable. Compared to the explosive western front, the other places appeared a lot more quiet. Clearly, the approaching floating fortress had attracted most of the enemy¡¯s attention. ¡°Let¡¯s begin,¡± Anna turned her head to Hackzord and said. The latter snapped his fingers and vanished from the headquarters. Meanwhile, Primal Chaos, who had been convinced by Silent Disaster and had no choice but to entrench himself at the top of the bridge, released his powers. Through the augmentation of the Infinite Sigil, the magic power that allowed for sight swept across the sky above the island. Through the screen, the headquarters in headquarters clearly saw that what appeared to be empty ground was filled with blade beasts. Their distorted outlines slowly took form, as though they were being pulled out of their hiding spots. The next moment, Sky Lord appeared at the boundary of the Bottomless Land. He looked up to where the sinkhole was. Even without taking out the five-colored magic stone, he could recall the beautiful sight he had seen when he first arrived. ¡°Fate as determined by God?¡± Perhaps from the moment he witnessed the magic glow gathered here, the ending of the Battle of Divine Will had stopped marching towards eternity. This day was inevitable. But when this moment really came, he realized that the feeling of allying with humans wasn¡¯t that bad. Hackzord sneered as he waved his hand, pulling open a massive Distortion Door! Chapter 1482 - Pincer Attack from the Air and Ground Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°This is Sixth Battalion reporting, we are heading in the direction of eleven o¡¯ clock!¡± ¡°Third Battalion has occupied the one o¡¯ clock position!¡± ¡°We are sensing a large magic power source approaching; we have to inform the Aerial Knights to demarcate the signal and intercept it!¡± ¡°This is Lightning, roger that.¡± ¡°Tanks 19 and 20 have engaged the enemies, target, Blade beasts!¡± Following the entrance of the ground troops, the command center immediately became rowdy as correspondents responsible for receiving information had to reclassify them and hand them over to the General Staff members, who would in turn send the information back to the sand table, so as to allow the strategists to make judgment. At present, the map had the additional of dozens of red flags and square pieces that represented different units of the First Army; for example, the infantry, artillery, and armor units. From the general situation, the plan had made smooth preliminary progress, the red labels were starting to gradually spread out from the center of the Bottomless Land. The Sky-sea Realm had obviously sensed the sudden appearance of the troops, with a majority of the monsters moving to new targets and towards the First Army. But against the encampments that quickly took form, the sporadic attacks ended as nothing but an exercise for the monsters to end their own lives. Through the Distortion Door, the troops moved into the isolated island in an endless stream. According to the plan drawn up, the operation would quickly fast-forward to the searching phase. This was the part that had the most uncertainty¡ªNo one knew where the Guardian was, how he or she would appear, or whether or not the Guardian would open the path to the Realm of Mind. ¡°I will hand over command to you guys.¡± Anna turned to Iron Axe and Edith. ¡°Must you do this yourself?¡± Wendy¡¯s expression was of worry and reluctance. ¡°We already agreed on this.¡± She did not speak aloud, yet her voice remained firm. ¡°I am not good at leading soldiers in battle and am of no help here. Furthermore, the Guardian¡¯s appearance might differ from person to person, if we continue staying in the air, we might miss the opportunity of meeting the Guardian.¡± ¡°Let her go, I¡¯ll take care of her.¡± Nightingale had already changed into her combat clothes, not only with the pistol that Roland had gifted her, but with a semi-automatic rifle and a sword on her back. Wendy hugged Anna. ¡°Come back safe, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Yes, I will,¡± the latter replied earnestly, then turned to Phyllis. ¡°Are the God¡¯s Punishment Witches ready?¡± Phyllis nodded. ¡°Everyone¡¯s ready.¡± ¡°Very good, let us go!¡± Anna walked out of the command center without hesitation. ¡­ ¡°This is a gift from Malt.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Danny accepted the round and loaded it into the chamber, then shot the head of a sea ghost that approached. As a wandering unit on the battlefield, the elite sharpshooters were free to move around and choose their own battles. Just as before, he chose the most dangerous periphery region, following behind the steel war machines that pushed forward. These regions did not have machine guns or cannons for coordinated and suppressive fires; thus, the pressure from the enemies were the highest. He had long noticed that although the tanks of the First Army were imposing, their lack of protection at the flanks and rear, especially with all the different steles that stood erected around them prevented the people inside the vehicles to notice any approaching enemies. This sort of battlefield was specially designed for him. ¡°Pay attention to the big guy a hundred and fifty meters to your right.¡± ¡°Understand.¡± Danny poked out from behind a stele and noticed a medium-sized blade beasts stealthily sneaking and detouring around a tank with the intent of an ambush from the back. Although the monsters were not made out of metal, their ability to kill and flexibility were not to be underestimated, especially for the scythe-shaped blade at the front that was capable of piercing into the tank¡¯s defense upon being filled with magic power. He loaded a new bullet into the chamber and slowly raised the rifle up¡ªbut Danny did not aim for the target, and instead moved towards the sky. According to the war tactics manual¡¯s description, blade beasts had their heads completely wrapped up in armor, preventing conventional bullets to be fatal to them. And before engaging in any attacks, blade beasts would always raise their guard against any potential threats around them, they were enemies that infantries were not recommended to fight alone. Thus, Danny had to wait for a better opportunity. And that was the moment to sneak an attack on the enemy. The blade beast did not sense Danny, who remained as still as a statue. It crept until it arrived at the optimal ambush position, spread its light wings, and suddenly pounced towards the tank! Right at that moment, Danny squeezed the trigger. With a loud gunshot, the bullet accurately struck its exposed forehead. The blade beast froze for a second as its entire body glided a few meters forward due to inertia before crashing heavily into the ground¡ªbut aside from its convulsions, it no longer posed any threat. ¡°You¡¯re still so amazing.¡± ¡°Because you¡¯re watching out for me.¡± Danny patted Malt¡¯s head. While searching for his next target, he suddenly realized that more than ten sea ghosts were rushing over. They came while I was focused on the blade beast¡­ ¡°Qu.¡± Danny pulled his partner behind him, then leaned against the stele and held his rifle up. It was impossible to escape, but he wanted to know how many sea ghosts he could kill. But right at this moment, an unbelievable scene occurred right before his eyes. The sea ghosts did not pounce and rip him into shreds, but instead started biting each other! The ground was instantly filled with the pungent stench of blood. When the last sea ghost fell, not a single body was left intact. Soon after, a platoon walked over from their hiding spot¡ªalthough they were dressed in First Army uniforms, they looked distinctively different. They were Mojin¡¯s troops that came from the south. ¡°Marksman?¡± The soldier in the lead stole a glance at his weapon and badge. ¡°Why are you out here alone? Where¡¯s your protection?¡± ¡°Farry¡ª¡± Another soldier pulled on the former¡¯s sleeves and spoke with what looked like an apparent embarrassment. ¡°If you don¡¯t mind, you can travel with us for now.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not acting alone, but I have to thank you guys.¡± Danny realized that the warrior named Farry was not an ordinary person. ¡°I hope that I can continue moving freely¡ª¡± ¡°BOOM!¡± The tank unit in front suddenly unleashed a series of salvos. Everyone turned their heads and saw more than ten hideous Nest Mothers appearing along the horizon. They were escorted by a group of blade beasts that went against the cannons as they crawled forward. The blade beasts had exposed the underneath of their opened ribs, revealing what seemed like internal organs. ¡°Those are venomous Nest Mothers!¡± Farry frowned and waved an arm. ¡°Quick, seek protection! Get those anti-demon rocket-propelled grenades here!¡± Those were targets that ordinary weapons couldn¡¯t handle. The tanks started to separate and reverse in a unique order. At this time, the screams of the Aerial Knights came from above¡ª A few biplanes swooped down and unleashed their bombs on the Nest Mothers, instantly transforming the land into a large flaming pillar! Under the intense explosion and blast, the raging flames corroded anything it touched and stuck onto the enemies tightly. The enemies screamed and roared, attempting to escape the sea of fire. Unfortunately, they were on land, where their mobility was slowed to the point of being comparable to worms. In a short moment, the Nest Mothers turned completely silent. The troops burst into cheers and whistles. Danny caught sight of one of the pilots as the planes flew at low altitudes, who had raised his thumb up, proud of what they had achieved. Following that, the formation of the Fury of Heavens changed as the planes turned and carried out the pincer attack. Chapter 1483 - An Unexpected Encounter Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡­ ¡°A large number of enemies are coming from the east again! Your Majesty Anna, how¡¯s the situation on your side, coo?¡± Upon hearing Maggie¡¯s voice coming out from the Sigil of Listening again, Anna still felt the urgency of the situation even though Maggie had no intention to rush her. With the passage of time, the number of troops the Sky-sea Realm pumped into the battle kept increasing. They swarmed over from every direction before crawling up Mist Island. They took the positions of the fallen and charged the First Army soldiers, completely undeterred by the corpses of their own kind laying their feet. The luxuriant grass from before no longer exist; it was replaced with a pungent scorched land filled with smoke. And in this low-lying terrain, the blue and black blood that flowed had turned into puddles. The initial overwhelming advantage they¡¯d had turned into a stalemate. Faced against the violent siege from all angles, the First Army was unable to prevent losses. Even with the aerial support from Eleanor and the Aerial Knights, it was impossible for them to get every monster. The blade beasts that had lost their ability to conceal themselves remained difficult enemies for the ordinary infantrymen, not to mention the mutated Nest Mothers which were capable of shooting acid sprays which could corrode steel and mountain-like Mountain Devourers. The First Army were still able to preserve the front lines, repelling the Sky-sea Realm forces, but the risks and hazards were piling up at a speed visible to the naked eye. No one knew how much more of the Sky-sea Realm¡¯s forces was hidden, and upon any potential breaks in the line, it could very well trigger a rupture. Maggie was reminding Anna that time was of the essence. However, Anna and company were unable to find the Guardian. ¡°There isn¡¯t anything in the inner region.¡± She sighed, but controlled her voice to make it as calm as possible. ¡°We will be heading further in.¡± ¡°Understood, do your best, coo.¡± ¡°I think it¡¯s time to retreat.¡± Hackzord suddenly spoke up. ¡°Young lady, you and your race have performed so well that it has surprised me, being able to penetrate into enemy territory and sustaining to this point. It can be commended as a battle achievement. But persistence might not bring you reward; the only reason for the Guardian¡¯s absence until now means that she¡¯s no longer here.¡± ¡°Maybe it doesn¡¯t wish to be implicated by the barrage of attacks and has sought a place to hide,¡± Nightingale retorted.¡± If we give up now, that¡¯s the end to everything.¡± ¡°I¡¯m warning you; although I have agreed to cooperate with you, I do not plan to die here,¡± Sky Lord said bluntly. ¡°If the situation turns irredeemable, I will leave by myself. When that happens, the soldiers here will have no means of retreat. Are you sure you want to do this?¡± He turned and looked at Anna, who had her eyes fixated on him, but could not help but to add another line. ¡°Of course¡­ I will only do so as a last resort.¡± ¡°I will not force you to stay, nor am I capable of doing so,¡± Anna replied. ¡°But I hope that you understand this point, the failure in our plan would mean our dead future. It might still take the Sky-sea Realm a while before they devour the entire world, but the majority of humanity will not see that day. But to your race that have extremely long life spans, you will have to face that future¡ªAre you sure you want to live to see that day?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Hackzord was speechless. ¡°We are not at the limits yet.¡± At this point, Silent Disaster suddenly spoke up. ¡°What?¡± ¡°I have fought against humans, this isn¡¯t their limit. If we are talking about those troops there, I¡¯m sure they can last longer.¡± She extended her hand to her back and drew her Blackstone sword. ¡°Besides, I haven¡¯t done anything yet.¡± ¡°Take note, Your Majesty Anna! There is a group of Sky-sea Realm monsters approaching from your front.¡± At this moment, Sylvie¡¯s warning came from the Sigil. ¡°I have already informed the two closest armor units, but they are still engaged in battle. Reinforcements might take a while!¡± ¡°Have them care for themselves.¡± Nightingale stepped forward. ¡°Leave this to us.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, we do not wish to lose to the monsters under such circumstances.¡± The God¡¯s Punishment Witches drew their grapeshot guns as well. Very quickly, a unit formed up of blade beasts and Nest Mothers appeared before everyone, with two gargantuan Mountain Devourers following behind. Silent Disaster took the lead and charged. Under her summoning, dark clouds suddenly gathered overhead, gold streams of light flickered and gathered, ultimately forming a thunderbolt that tore through the skies and smote the area around her! This attack turned tens of monsters into ashes. Nightingale followed tightly behind, utilizing the evolved lines to cover a few hundred meters. She appeared behind the front row of blade beasts, and before they were even able to react, bullets flew straight into their bodies. She did not even bother about the outcome as she turned and continued to stride forward¡ªunsure if it was her imagination, Nightingale felt that the Mist had turned much more amicable, as it would send out outlines of lines when she needed them. In seconds, she appeared before the Nest Mother. This had been Nightingale¡¯s target from the beginning. Unlike the blade beasts or lower lifeforms, Nest Mothers were able to produce offspring with ease and formed the foundation of Sky-sea Realm¡¯s strength. The death of one was able to greatly weaken the enemy¡¯s strength. And it was not her first encounter with one. Any ordinary person would instantly feel defeated and helpless upon facing such a behemoth, but not her. Nightingale easily ¡®passed through¡¯ the ribs and flesh that formed the surface layer, followed by the intestines, heart, and lungs before arriving at the enemy¡¯s core¡ªthe eye. Although it was different from the Nest Mother which had devoured an Eye Demon, they had similar compositions. With regards to the bodies of Nest Mothers, the large eyeball hidden within the body was equivalent to the brain of humans. She aimed her barrel straight into the eye of the enemy and pulled the trigger! Even before the latter could use its tentacles to drive her away, the brain blossomed with blood. The Nest Mother lost its motor functions, turning incapable of driving magic power. With the lack of magic power to support its large body, it soon collapsed. ¡­ Anna stood in place and clenched her fists. She was not as calm and steady as what everyone perceived her to be. She was just an ordinary girl from a tiny border town just five years ago, so how could she possibly remain cool and collected without batting an eyelid in the face of such a monstrosity? She had countless urges to retreat, but upon thinking of the possibility of Roland¡¯s eternal coma, she suppressed her fear and clenched her fists as she told herself to persevere. But now, Anna discovered that the fear in her had lessened greatly. Everyone¡¯s fighting form gradually turned fuzzy in her eyes. She was not the only one persevering¡ªmany others stood by her, overcoming hardships and obstacles, all for the same goal. She once again understood the meaning behind this battle of destiny. A preordained path was a type of destiny. Being able to rise up and resist, so to escape the shackles was also another form of destiny. The only difference was that the latter allowed them to write their own destinies. Right at this moment, an extremely bright light exploded in the sea tens of kilometers away to the north¡ªit expanded quickly and instantly turned the dusky sky to a clear blue! That was the Kun Peng that had executed its task. The Glory of the Sun rushed out within half a month was planned to reinforce the divide against the Sky-sea Realm, its explosion meant that another large wave of enemies approached from afar, and the most critical moment was about to arrive. But Anna did not feel any unease. She welcomed the rumble without taking a step back. Suddenly, a girl appeared before Anna¡ªdressed in pure white, her hair was blown up by the wind. She blocked the brilliant rays of the explosion behind her. ¡°Go back, this is not where all of you should be,¡± the girl said gently. Chapter 1484 - Revelation The moment she spoke, the entire world seemed to quieten down. Anna could even hear her heart beating. She opened her mouth, but her voice didn¡¯t seem to emit from her throat. ¡°But where else can we go?¡± ¡°¡­¡± The Guardian fell silent surprisingly. ¡°It appears you are also aware of the answer. Apart from this place, we have nowhere else to go.¡± Anna pumped herself up and carefully observed the Guardian. She looked identical to a human, and she spoke in standard Kingdom Language. With her sudden appearance, it was easy to guess her origins. ¡°I¡¯ve heard from Joan that you are trapped here. Have you never thought of leaving?¡± ¡°Miss Joan, is it¡­¡± The Guardian revealed a gentle smile. ¡°It appears she has really brought the question back. But unfortunately, there is no true answer to the question.¡± ¡°But there are still people attempting to seek the answer, and she¡¯s also one of your kind.¡± ¡°One of my kind?¡± ¡°I know you belong to the Realm of Mind¡ªand there, there¡¯s an Oracle named Lan who attempted to change everything,¡± Anna quickly explained her intent for being here. ¡°Achieving the goal requires two conditions. One of them has been fulfilled, and I¡¯ve come here with the person who can solve the second problem. All that¡¯s left is to open the bridge of light and send him into the Realm of Mind¡ª¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I do not know the Oracle you are talking about.¡± The Guardian shook her head and interrupted her. ¡°In addition, to open the bridge, one has to insert a complete legacy into the bottomless platform before the Origin of Magic can be activated, allowing the bridge of light to appear. You do know a lot, but I¡¯m unable to help you.¡± ¡°Wait!¡± Anna¡¯s expression finally changed as she hurriedly said, ¡°Aren¡¯t you a receiver?¡± ¡°Yes, I am, but without the legacy, I¡¯m helpless as well.¡± She walked to Anna¡¯s side and gently touched her hair. ¡°Leave this place, my child. Do it while you still have the time.¡± The Guardian¡¯s figure started fading away like she was about to disappear into thin air. Anna reached out her hand in a bid to grab her, but she touched nothing. ¡°Finally, forget whatever you have heard¡ªif a betraying Oracle really exists.¡± When she fully dissipated, her soft murmur sounded in Anna¡¯s ears. ¡°The Battle of Divine Will is an attempt to seek the answer. In such a long and vast answer-seeking process, there hasn¡¯t been a conclusion, so how can it be resolved by a person or two? Besides, if he really possesses such strength, he naturally doesn¡¯t need the bridge or key.¡± Is this¡­ the outcome of persisting to the end¡­ Anna lowered her head to look at her empty palm, unable to stop herself from being rooted to the ground in shock. What was she to do next? ¡­ Nightingale felt that her actions were becoming smoother. It was as though something was different. She couldn¡¯t exactly put it in words as to what the difference was, but she could sense the harmony within the Mist. The distorted lines in the past might have been usable by her, but they were like an extremely dangerous blade. She had to maintain intense focus to prevent herself from being injured. But at that moment, this black-and-white world seemed docile like a lamb. It seemed to answer to her every request, and the process gave her a fully delightful experience. In minutes, she had destroyed three Nest Mothers, but the enemies had failed to even touch the corner of her sleeves. In terms of her battle accomplishments, even Silent Disaster, who was considered a Transcendent, didn¡¯t even perform as well as she did. This pleased Nightingale. The only thing that left her uncomfortable was the sticky liquid that clung onto her. She could avoid her opponents¡¯ sharp claws and tentacles, but she was unable to isolate herself from the putrid organs. This was also the cost of going deep into the Nest Mothers to strike at their weaknesses. If it were Anna, she would have easily burnt these disgusting things clean, right? With this in mind, she couldn¡¯t help but look towards where Anna was standing. But at that instant, she instantly shuddered in fear. She saw Anna facing the north in a motionless daze, as though something had fixed her in place. A few blade beasts were about to reach her from the direction of the sinkhole, and Phyllis had already clashed with one of them. Despite anxiously shouting at Anna, the latter didn¡¯t seem to hear her at all. What¡¯s she doing? From that angle, she should be able to clearly see Phyllis and the approaching enemies! Nightingale turned around abruptly and completely ignored her pursuit of the Sky-sea Realm monsters. She rushed towards Anna as quickly as she could. However, a blade beast had already opened the thin wings on it back! Darn it, I won¡¯t make it in time¡ª At that instant, she saw a white line clinging to the ground appear. It went from her feet all the way to Anna. It was likely a fissure in the ground, and although it was an outline that existed in the natural world, they were not shown by her abilities due to the overly complex and minute structures. If the outline of every slab of mud or every few beads of sand would appear, it would be useless for her to act on it¡ªeven if she focused fully. As for selectively combining a tiny fissure together and labeling it with a pure white line, this was Nightingale¡¯s first. It looked like a bright guide, and she subconsciously reached out her hand to grab at it before pulling upwards with force! The magic power within her instantly poured out as the Mist world responded to her will¡ªthe line rose up suddenly, splitting everything in front of her into two. On one side stood Anna with everything remaining the same. However, on the other side, the ground had been elevated high into the sky, forming a height difference of nearly a meter. That wasn¡¯t just a simple terrain transformation. In an instant, the blade beast which had pounced forward had been sliced apart. Its front half slid in midair while its back half continued rising. It was as though the two parts of the body wasn¡¯t on the same plane! The enemy which was uniformly split apart plummeted to the ground, landing not far from Anna. The sliced edges of their bodies were as flat as a mirror. Meanwhile, Nightingale felt extreme fatigue overwhelm her. It made her find it difficult to even stand stably. It was a symptom of expending her magic power. Clearly, the series of changes that just happened was not a simple demonstration of her ability. However, she was no longer considering any of those. Anna still stood there in a daze, as though everything that was happening around her didn¡¯t involve her. Nightingale gritted her teeth and walked to her back with an exhausted body. She grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. What are you doing!? Everyone is fighting to fulfill your goal. Yet, you easily place yourself in danger. Are you trying to make all the efforts put in by others to be in vain? Nightingale wanted to berate her loudly when she stopped those words from coming out. She knew Anna, better than even Roland did. Anna would never give up until the final moment. There was probably only one reason why she would appear in a daze¡ªshe had already found the Guardian and received a negative response. The tirade she was planning for instantly vanished. To shoulder such tremendous pressure without asking for anything in return required immense courage for her to stand here. ¡°You met the Guardian?¡± Nightingale asked softly. ¡°Yeah.¡± Anna nodded slowly. As expected. Looking at her dazed expression, she immediately felt pangs of sorrow and grief. Despite all the work everyone had put in, they had ultimately failed to reverse their preordained destinies. She could not help but gently pull her into an embrace. ¡°It¡¯s fine. It¡¯s fine even if we fail. We will accompany you to the end.¡± ¡°Fail? Why do you say that?¡± Anna¡¯s reaction exceeded her expectations. ¡°Uh¡­¡± Nightingale was momentarily left shocked. ¡°Did the Guardian agree to your request?¡± ¡°No, she rejected me. Without the legacy, the Bottomless Land will not open. Even she is helpless against that.¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°Then why do you¡ª¡± ¡°But she gave me a revelation.¡± Anna looked up, her insipid eyes now glowing. ¡°Be it Oracles or the Guardian, they are unable to violate the laws set by God. But if one really has the strength to change everything, one can reach the other end of the bridge even without their help!¡± Chapter 1485 - "Jump" ¡°¡­¡± So that¡¯s why she was in a daze. Was she pondering over this question? Nightingale touched her beating chest, and retracted her hand in a rather peeved manner before flicking Anna¡¯s forehead. ¡°Next time, please find a safe place to do the thinking, alright? So, what¡¯s your conclusion? Please explain it in the simplest of words.¡± By this point in time, Phyllis and company had rushed over. Seeing that the both of them were fine, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Anna was feeling a little unconfident as she held her forehead and whispered, ¡°Jump down.¡± Nightingale was taken aback. After making sure that she hadn¡¯t heard wrong, she sighed. ¡°I take that back; it¡¯s best you explain in detail what happened from the beginning to the end.¡± ¡°Yes¡­¡± She turned to look in the direction of the Bottomless Land. ¡°In fact, it¡¯s not difficult to explain. Since the Oracles and Guardian come from the Realm of Mind, it¡¯s impossible that Lan doesn¡¯t know the rule of requiring a legacy as a key. Regardless of how much truth or fallacy is contained in her words, it¡¯s quite unlikely she would forget the most basic problem after painstakingly putting all of this in motion. ¡°That seems to make sense.¡± Nightingale thought and said, ¡°So do you think Roland himself is able to open the column of light that leads to heaven?¡± ¡°No, the column of light probably doesn¡¯t lead us to where we would like to go.¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°Only the victor of the Battle of Divine Will would pass through that bridge to reach the other end. Besides, we aren¡¯t victors, nor do we have other legacy shards. Similarly, Lan had never mentioned this from the beginning. Furthermore, retrieving the legacy shards of other races to end the Battle of Divine Will is in itself contradictory. If it¡¯s a critical step in actualizing the plan, wouldn¡¯t it appear too illogical?¡± ¡°Then¡­ where shall we go?¡± Nightingale realized that she was unable to keep up with Anna¡¯s train of thought. ¡°¡®The truth is always what you understand.¡¯¡± Anna repeated Lan¡¯s original words. ¡°If she had predicted that God would stop her from divulging critical information, then the scenes in the astrolabe would be suspect. Now, thinking back to it, which scene left the greatest impression on you?¡± ¡°Uh¡­ something about gravity?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. In the second scene Roland saw, the core that forms this world should be located in the middle of the planet. Therefore, we should be heading down instead of up. The Bottomless Land appears unreachable, but don¡¯t forget¡ª¡± Anna paused having said that. ¡°¡®Gravity is no longer the force which is most deserving of reverence in this world.¡¯¡± ¡°Wait!¡± Phyllis spent quite a while before realizing what Anna meant by ¡°jump down.¡± ¡°Are you sure? That¡¯s too risky! If it¡¯s safe to jump, there should have been people who have reached the bottom. You have also seen the murals left behind by the Radiation People. They had even built towers and staircases, but from the replay of the scenes, they quickly gave up on similar attempts. It tells us that it¡¯s not a workable solution!¡± ¡°Being able to go down and up are two completely different matters.¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°This is probably what the Guardian truly means by ¡°the person who has the strength.¡± Heading down doesn¡¯t require any keys, but if we are unable to activate the bridge of light, we might never be able to return to the ground.¡± ¡°There is no limit heading down, while heading up requires the bridge that leads to heaven¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. As to the question of how entry to the Bottomless Land is gained, I had thought of several possibilities prior to this,¡± she continued. ¡°And the fact is that only until I spoke with the Guardian was I able to confirm a point. Or perhaps, this is the only way to explain why Lan never mentioned of a Guardian. It¡¯s because what Roland needs to do has nothing to do with a Guardian from the very beginning!¡± ¡°So you plan on throwing Roland down the sinkhole?¡± Sky Lord revealed a look of surprise. ¡°No, I will accompany him,¡± Anna said categorically. ¡°The retreat will be handed to all of you. There¡¯s no need to stay here. Return to the floating island as quickly as possible.¡± There was an instant silence. Although no one was willing to abandon Anna, everyone knew her character. Once she had decided on something, even His Majesty was unable to change it. Seeing everyone silent, Hackzord knew the answer. He nodded and opened a teleportation door above the sinkhole. ¡°Young lady, your performance is enough to prove the extraordinariness of a race. Even in failure, there is still glory in it.¡± Anna conjured Blackfire to raise up the unconscious Roland and walked into the door. And the next moment, Nightingale vanished from her spot. When everyone realized what was happening, it was already too late to stop her¡ª The last person to walk towards the Distortion Door was Silent Disaster. ¡°What, you are going with them?¡± Hackzord said with a frown. ¡°I¡¯ve said it before. When they head to the Bottomless Land, I will accompany them,¡± Serakkas said without turning her head as she crossed through the door, ¡°regardless of where it is.¡± ¡­ When the light returned to silence and darkness occupied everything, Roland heard a familiar voice in his ears. ¡°Where people come from and where they head to has always been a profound and interesting question.¡± He turned his head and saw a gray, hazy figure. A faint light was coruscating in its interior, and it was the only ¡°beacon¡± in the space he was in. ¡°It has been discussed for ten thousand years, and each generation has a completely different answer. But regardless of the answer, it¡¯s filled with wisdom. It will lead them towards continuous progress so as to probe the unknown. ¡°But after ten thousand years, this question suddenly changed, turning meaningless. In the tens of thousands of years that followed, no one cared about where they came from or where they were going¡­ because the answer is clear. Vanishing is the eternal point of refuge.¡± It let out a sigh. ¡°This world wasn¡¯t specially prepared for life. ¡°From the moment it appeared six quadrillion years ago, the stars have entered a stage of decline, burning to the end to become dwarf stars or black holes. The universe would turn a swath of blacknesses. ¡°Under the guidance of gravity, dwarf stars might reignite from collisions to become new stars again, but that is merely their final brilliance, just like a rare oasis in a desert. ¡°A powerful civilization occupies a lit oasis, while other civilizations rely on the aging dwarf stars to survive, until the large sliver of energy is drained dry. This would also be the scene after two octillion years. ¡°Gravity will become the only ruler of the world. The dead stars will continuously be absorbed into black holes and the immense amount of radiation will allow them to produce the most blinding light, even brighter than the stars. But that would be the only possible source of energy at that time.¡± The gray figure¡¯s voice gradually turned heavy. ¡°Even further into the future, at ten decillion years, the dwarf stars would evaporate, and the universe would no longer have any material planets or matter. Energy would be uniformly spread across every corner of the universe, and every spot in the universe would be dead. Darkness, coldness, and emptiness would be its everything. Yet, compared to the age of the universe, it would be equivalent to a newborn. ¡°In what follows, the universe will go through even longer adolescence, adulthood, and its advanced years. But that period of time would be meaningless because there is no life involved in it. Our existence is but an extremely brief instant, a manifestation of an anomaly, the outcome of a correction the universe needs.¡± The light within its body gradually darkened and weakened. ¡°¡­ We won¡¯t be able to go anywhere.¡± Chapter 1486 - Project Door ¡°But you do not wish to head towards such an end.¡± Suddenly, another voice sounded, and two blobs of golden light appeared simultaneously¡ªthey looked like eyes. ¡°Life¡­ has a common flaw. The more ahead it is, the more they believe themselves to be extraordinary.¡± The faint glow inside the gray figure stopped coruscating and turned stable. ¡°People stop asking about where they are heading in the future, but what needs to be done to go someplace¡ªit¡¯s no longer a question filled with a myriad of possibilities, but a goal. ¡°Binding this world together is gravity. Civilization can continue only with it, but it also becomes the most fundamental law of the universe, limiting other possibilities from happening. After dwarf stars evaporate, smaller black holes will be swallowed by bigger black holes. The latter¡¯s size will be on the order of galaxy clusters. They would be evenly spread across every corner of the universe. Under gravity¡¯s influence, they would form an equilibrium. Do you know what it looks like? ¡°A bunch of tiny balls pressing down on a table cloth,¡± the gray figure answered its own question.* ¡°They will restrain each other, and be of no use towards the universe¡¯s accelerating expansion, until it evaporates by itself into nothingness. And when that happens, entropy would reach a peak, and the universe would turn silent and stable. There would not be any change, and to it, that instant will be when it reaches adulthood. But that isn¡¯t the outcome we wish to see.* ¡°That¡¯s right. Our existence is nothing to the universe, like a drop in the ocean. Even without life, the universe remains the universe. Or it can be said that our existence itself is a fluke. But since we have appeared, we are destined not to stay silent. Regardless of how soft we are, we have to produce a shout that belongs to us!¡± They gray figure lit up again. ¡°Just like how we escape gravity, to leap from the ground to the skies, this time, we will escape our cages once again, to head to brand new territories.¡± ¡°And your method is to use gravity.¡± The voice of the eyes was extremely staid, without any perturbations from hearing what the other had said. ¡°That¡¯s right. Gravity will make depress space, and this is the only chance. When the balls on the table cloth are gathered at one point, and not allowed to naturally distribute themselves, gravity will definitely bring about a different kind of change¡ªit will conflict with entropy via an artificial form of order, which is also a unique mark of life! ¡°When this bit of gravity becomes stronger, the distortion of the surrounding space will gradually increase, just like how the tiny balls pressing down on the table cloth are¡ªbut it will not increase without end. Once it exceeds a certain threshold, either the balls will become a new singularity and explode, or¡­ an opening will be torn through the universe.¡± When this was said, Roland felt like he was hearing a heavy thud of a drum. That was the sound of the universe being drummed. Extreme distorted space when penetrated would result in a violent springback, and the immense force that resulted was sufficient to create a gravitational wave that would shake the world. ¡°This opening will be a new lease of life. It will be connected to a region beyond the universe. No one knows what¡¯s there, but at least, the dead, silent equilibrium would no longer exist. Energy would also continue flowing for extended periods of time. ¡°That¡­ is the path we choose. ¡°And today¡ª ¡°Is the day when life will take that brand new stride!¡± Once the gray figure finished speaking, light suddenly beamed out of its body, illuminating the entire space, revealing stars, galaxies, and nebulae. The darkness instantly turned into a rich, colorful, and brilliant scene. Then, Roland saw an even more incredible scene. Amid this countless starry space were rows of armadas¡ªtheir shapes and sizes were all different. Some were even bigger than the stars. These artificial objects were arranged in a matrix, nearly reaching to the ends of his vision. As he took in this magnificent scene, he felt an indescribable sense of shock. Without needing more words to describe them, these armadas that were neatly lined up were a form of order by themselves¡ªa representation of entropy decrease. Only lifeforms could violate the universe¡¯s fundamentals, to challenge the world with bodies of Red Mist. Or it should be said that to live was a defiance of the heavens! ¡°176,425 civilizations came to a unanimous agreement, to complete this historically unprecedented program. We will move more than a trillion galaxies, gathering ten-thousandth of the universe¡¯s matter together to create an artificial gravity fissure. Upon success, the world will proceed towards a complete change. And this program is known as the Project Door!¡± *¡±This plan exists risks,¡± *warned the eyes. *¡±On the one hand, there is risk, and on the other hand, there is an eternal silence of hopelessness. With such choices, is there a need to consider?¡± *The gray figure¡¯s light was gentle and firm. ¡°I¡¯ve said that life always thinks of itself as extraordinary. But this alone isn¡¯t enough to complete Project Door. It needs someone who can oversee the entire situation to move around resources and allocate tasks. And this will remain the same even after billions of years. I need your help to achieve this goal.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± The eyes blinked. ¡°That is the purpose for my existence.¡± ¡­ The fall fell extremely long. It was so long that Anna even began to doubt her judgment. The sky above had already vanished. Even if she ignited sparks of fire at her fingertips, she was still unable to see beyond the endless darkness. The Bottomless Land¡¯s depth had exceeded her imagination. She even believed that she was traveling right through the core of the earth. The tremendous speed made her hear nothing but the sound of wind. If she had made a wrong guess, she would probably be reduced to a pancake the instant she hit the ground. The only good thing about this was that there was no pain throughout the process. Everything would be over before she could even react. With this in mind, Anna could not help but hug Roland even tighter. After an unknown period of time, she suddenly felt the flow of air brushing against her cheeks weaken. This change instantly jolted her! After a few more minutes, the ¡°abyss¡± below transmitted a faint light. But soon, she determined that she wasn¡¯t mistaken. The light was becoming brighter as the distance narrowed. And it was at this moment that she felt like she had fallen into a thick layer of the atmosphere. Her plummeting speed began reducing to the point of causing her to feel dizzy. And when Anna¡¯s feet landed, her speed returned to the instant when she had just made the jump. She nearly didn¡¯t experience much of an impact. ¡°Tap.¡± She heard a light sound behind her. Anna turned towards the sound in surprise, only to discover it was Nightingale. ¡°Why did you¡ª¡± ¡°This time, I¡¯m not hesitating or lagging behind.¡± Nightingale patted her trousers and stood up. She said openly, ¡°And how could I feel at ease letting you do it all alone?¡± ¡°Thud!¡± A third landing sound was heard. It was none other than Silent Disaster. ¡°Uh¡­¡± Nightingale immediately stood in front of Anna. Anna was a lot more calm. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. She¡¯s here for Nightmare Lord.¡± ¡°I¡¯m only abiding to our agreement,¡± Serakkas said before she started looking around. ¡°It looks like you got it right.¡± ¡°Yes, this is the true body of the Realm of Mind.¡± Anna nodded. They were not standing on rock or mud, but a metallic surface. It looked extremely smooth and shiny, and it also emitted a very clean luster. It was solid and also translucent, looking nothing like an object of this world. Chapter 1487 - The Omniscient Custodian Nightingale stooped down and used her fingers to touch the ground. Upon raising her hand, the two discovered that her fingertips were as clean as before without a speck of dust. This was clearly not normal. Provided that the repeated cycles of the Battle of Divine Will had never stopped, the Radiation People would not be the only victors to have attempted to explore the Bottomless Land. Be it a slip, a fall or an intentional drop, there should have been traces or evidence to such instances, much less mentioning natural falling rocks and sand. For the place to remain sparkling clean throughout the years and months made it inevitable for people to think that there was someone responsible for cleaning the bottom of the sinkhole daily. ¡°Hey, Wendy, can you hear me?¡± Nightingale took out the Sigil of Listening and spoke into it, but received no response. ¡°It doesn¡¯t work¡­ It seems like we have exceeded the communicating distance.¡± ¡°Even if we were close, it might not work.¡± Serakkas spoke concisely. ¡°If God doesn¡¯t want anyone to leave this place with secrets, it shouldn¡¯t be difficult for him to summon a barrier of some sort.¡± ¡°Right¡­¡± She shrugged. ¡°What do we do next?¡± Anna stared at the belt of light on the ground for a long time, then spoke up. ¡°Do you guys think that these ¡®lights¡¯ are leading us somewhere?¡± They flickered in a regular pattern like ripples that resonated from their feet and disappeared into the darkness¡ªaside from where they stood, the entire place remained unmoved, as though the entire place was in deep sleep. Silent Disaster tried walking in another direction that resulted in the light following her, but it remained to flow towards its initial location. ¡°Yes it does.¡± ¡°God is inviting us¡­ Interesting.¡± Nightingale held the rifle in hand. ¡°We have to meet him then.¡± The three followed the light and advanced slowly into the quiet cave. Approximately ten minutes later, a bright entrance appeared before them. Compared to the darkness from before that prevented them from even seeing their fingers, the light and visibility undoubtedly made them relax¡ªno one liked walking in complete darkness, to be unaware of the surroundings, and what lay ahead. Although they were underground, the light enabled them to view their surroundings. ¡°Is this truly the Realm of Mind¡­¡± Nightingale could not help but ask. ¡°Why do you say that?¡± Anna turned and asked. ¡°Because it is related to the consciousness.¡± She scratched her head. ¡°Whether it¡¯s called the Realm of Mind or Origin of Magic, it sounds like something intangible and illusory. But this place¡­¡± ¡°Feels like it was created.¡± Silent Disaster suddenly spoke up. Be it the walls or the ground, the long passageway was completely unlike that of an ethereal illusion. They were solid and level with clear edges and protrusions which were pleasing to the eyes. At the same time, the translucent metals were able to release light voluntarily. Regardless of whether they were activated by footsteps or them applying pressure with their hands, the lights were extremely responsive. Furthermore, the lights lit up faster the stronger the pressure, with occasional unfamiliar symbols that would appear. It was unlike the imposing and solemn vibes as expected of a Divine Domain. ¡°Maybe the Realm of Mind was created.¡± Anna¡¯s reply startled the two. ¡°Just like you and me¡­ or should I say, like a civilization.¡± Nightingale swallowed her saliva. ¡°Isn¡¯t the other party¡­ God?¡± ¡°The two aren¡¯t contradictory.¡± Anna shook her head. ¡°I¡¯ve heard Roland mention it before, the reason why Lan had called it God was because it was the easiest explanation we could understand. Just like how we are Gods to ants¡ª¡± She shuddered. ¡°This is truly a loathsome explanation.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Silent Disaster agreed unexpectedly. ¡°But I can understand.¡± Nightingale was about to say something when she discovered they had reached the end of the passageway. ¡°Did we¡­ get lost?¡± But she suddenly heard a faint hissing sound. A beam of light quickly swept past the three of them and duplicated an image of the trio on the wall at the end of the path. This change scared them all, even Anna. Before the three could make a response, the wall suddenly turned into countless hexagons that disappeared in succession, revealing a large, ring-shaped space to them. The edge of the space was encircled by some form of orbit, while the middle was separated by a transparent ¡®glass.¡¯ Inside the glass, they were able to see an astonishing large spheroid revolving beneath. This spheroid didn¡¯t seem material, but instead a body composed of electric and fluid! Countless bolts of lightning shuttled back and forth the walls, every beam far more piercing than the thunderclaps in the sky. Even though they were only separated by a layer of glass, the space was in complete silence, as though the intense and violent events occurring inside was unrelated to the outside world. The three their breaths, anyone able to witness such a scene would be undoubtedly shocked¡ªno one would possibly think that such a majestic construct existed and was hidden beneath an isolated island. But what surprised them even more was a tube-shaped figure which was floating up the wall towards Anna, and opened what resembled a ¡®cover.¡¯ No matter how slow they were to react, the three understood the figure¡¯s intent. Silent Disaster and Nightingale looked at Anna and waited for her decision. The latter stared at Roland for a long time, before releasing her hands. Under the pull of her Blackfire, the sleeping Roland was gradually placed into the tube. Once the hatch was closed, the tube floated back to the wall and embedded itself back in its original position, as though it had disappeared into the wall. ¡°Is that considered¡­ a success?¡± Nightingale muttered. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Anna replied softly. ¡°But at least we have finished our goal. The only thing we can do now is wait.¡± ¡­ The dark sky gradually faded away, replaced by white light that enveloped his vision. Inside the boundless whiteness, a flight of stairs ¡®appeared¡¯ beneath Roland¡¯s feet¡ªthis time without any snowflakes or familiar ceiling. His gaze landed upon the other end of the path, only to see that the stairs was connected to a flat land with nothing in sight. I see¡­ He sort of understood why Lan would say that once the path of Erosion appeared, he would naturally sense it. The difference between the two worlds was so huge that only a blind man would not be able to see the difference. According to Lan¡¯s logic, this place was most probably the Divine Domain¡ªbut he was unsure whether or not the astrolabe given by Epsilon was the reason for the Dream World¡¯s final expansion or that the expedition had accomplished their goal in reality that allowed him to arrive at this place. But it was pointless to think about such things at this point in time. Roland opened his stride towards the stairs. It was a short distance and soon enough, he arrived on the piece of flat land. Right in the middle of the open space was a uniquely-shaped throne, with a figure donning a mask seated upright. The scene was especially spartan, unlike what he had imagined the ¡°Divine Domain¡± to be. Roland previously thought that God would have created an extremely glorious and dignified palace to display his strength as an opening gambit. Who would have thought that God would be so simple, leaving Roland momentarily unsure about the tone to use for a greeting. ¡°You¡¯re¡­ God?¡± In the end, he chose the simplest method to begin the conversation. If he was mistaken and the person before him was an Oracle or a guide, it would not be too awkward for him. ¡°You can call me that, Child,¡± the other party replied immediately. ¡°But i prefer another term¡ªthe Omniscient Custodian.¡± Chapter 1488 - Origins Custodian? Roland pricked up his brows and said, ¡°A guardian to ensure that every civilization will walk towards destruction?¡± ¡°I knew you would ask that¡­ but that is a solution that cannot be helped.¡± The entity stood up from the throne and dragged its right hand lightly. Following that, a sphere of light appeared in its hands before peeling away, layer by layer, to reveal the complicated structure within. This continued until Roland recognized what it was. Although he had anticipated it, only when he saw the scene before him did his heart skip a beat. Floating in the entity¡¯s hand was the world they were from. He saw the Land of Dawn, the Fertile Plains, as well as the Kingdom of Graycastle. Beyond this continent, there were the Blackstone region and the Sky-sea Realm. But those weren¡¯t important. What was important was that the entire world was enveloped in a honeycombed shell, just like the barrier that isolated a planet from the outside. And beneath the continent and oceans hid an extremely complicated core. It wasn¡¯t like a planet¡¯s core which formed a spherical shape due to the pressure placed on it. Instead, it was an irregular geometric body. The protruded Sky-sea Realm was located on the boundary of a geometric solid, and Roland could even see that the Swirling Sea¡¯s bottom was connected to the Sky-sea Realm. The path resembled a Klein bottle. Without a doubt, this world appeared so unharmonized solely because it wasn¡¯t naturally formed. The artificial planet he saw In the second scene was just like the present real world. The clouds and celestial bodies observed by people were simply projections formed by the barrier. And in the real space beyond that, all Roland saw was dead silence. ¡°You were the ¡®pair of eyes.''¡± Instantly, he suddenly understood the answers to many questions. God sighed slightly. ¡°I¡¯m not sure of what information you have collected, but that doesn¡¯t matter. Time is a measure that can be as long and short as required. I will satisfy your curiosity¡­ before destroying you.¡± ¡°As expected of what a Custodian will say¡ªit¡¯s like a student not needing to go to classes, or a pharmaceutical company not needing to produce drugs,¡± Roland said sarcastically as he spread his hands. Regardless, he was now representing humanity, or perhaps all living beings in reality. Even if the entity across him was God, he could not cower in fear. ¡°What I wish to ask is why is there a Battle of Divine Will? What do you plan to achieve?¡± ¡°I thought you would ask from the trivial questions. Fine.¡± It retracted the sphere of light in its hand and waved one hand. Countless ¡®screens¡¯ soon appeared behind it, and in the spartan space, they formed a stunning wall. Roland discovered that the contents depicted by the screen were¡­ all sorts of living beings. ¡°Project Gateway was a success. Its results were almost identical to the calculated outcome. With the help of many civilizations, this universe¡¯s gravity was pulled apart eventually, producing an extremely tiny rift,¡± God said slowly. ¡°But Project Gateway was also a failure. The energy which surged in from another territory destroyed most of the sentient lifeforms, including the creator of Project Gateway.¡± Was that the final scene of the third act¡­ Roland recalled the extreme grief, as though he was connected to all the civilizations which had participated in the plan. ¡°That¡¯s right. This energy is what you call magic power.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not light, nor does it have temperature. It¡¯s neither made up of particles or waves. To be simple, it comes from a space that has completely different laws from the universe we come from. Physics and math become meaningless in the face of such energy. In almost an instant, it influenced and changed the entire world.¡± ¡°What¡¯s¡­ on the other side of the rift?¡± Roland couldn¡¯t help but ask. ¡°An accurate description isn¡¯t available because no one has passed through that distorted membrane, but according to an analysis, there are basically two possibilities. One of them being a universe that includes our universe. This is the easiest theory to understand.¡± Having said that, the entity¡¯s voice turned ethereal and hollow. ¡°A new singularity can be born within the universe to produce an explosion to form a new universe, and thus, creating a set of completely independent laws and physical constants. Therefore, even if our world stems from a universe beyond the membrane, it doesn¡¯t mean that life or matter can easily proceed without obstruction. ¡°The second possibility is that our world is in the empty gap within the multiverse. You can think of it as a pot of thick soup, and we are just rising bubbles with their appearance, inflation, fusion, and bursting happening¡­ Of course, reality is a lot more complicated, but that has already exceeded the limits of your comprehension.¡± ¡°Fine¡­ let¡¯s turn back to magic power.¡± Roland curled his lips and said, ¡°You previously mentioned that you would destroy a large majority of life, but you were the one who created the normality of the real world. Isn¡¯t that a contradiction?¡± If humans were said to be the chosen ones of the universe, it would have been too incredulous. ¡°Magic power possesses a very unique set of laws. One of them is that it would change via will. Meanwhile, it will also change the mind of the possessor.¡± Roland was suddenly surprised. ¡°What?¡± ¡°The first batch who had their lives change were the participants of Project Gateway. Their forms were warped and reconstructed, and after ten million years of evolution, they finally became a special crystalline body, which is the magic stones you use,¡± God said calmly. ¡°As I¡¯m not considered a lifeform, I was lucky to survive, but similarly, I suffered tremendous damage which took me tens of thousands of years to recover from. And from that moment forth, gravity was no longer the force which is most deserving of reverence.¡± Upon hearing this answer, Roland was momentarily unsure how to continue. However, Roland wasn¡¯t surprised by the notion that the Custodian wasn¡¯t that of a lifeform. Project Gateway was a humongous program that spanned over trillions of galaxies, with more than 170,000 civilizations participating in it. To ultimately take the correct path over such long periods of time, the coordinator definitely could not be a particular lifeform or race. The entity had appeared because of the project. ¡°After that, the Cradle was created. It uses magic power to construct a world; however, the amount of energy suffers a particular limit. From an incomplete data bank, I chose life and began to foster them, allowing these creatures to live again under new rules. As competition can increase a race¡¯s development speed, the Cradle will deliberately choose lifeforms who lived in similar environments to foster. But the calculations soon discovered that this process would take an inestimable amount of time. With limited resources, it limits free growth. As such, the choice of involving external forces became inevitable. ¡°¡­ Legacy shards,¡± Roland said in a deep voice. ¡°That¡¯s only a part of it.¡± The entity nodded. ¡°As for what I ultimately want, it¡¯s not that complicated. The creator of Project Gateway, which is the civilization that created me, doesn¡¯t only want the universe to ¡®live on.¡¯ It had never had the intention of stopping progress, even so at the moment of destruction. Opening the rift was only the first step. Its true goal is to see that territory which no one has ever stepped in.¡± ¡°It handed me this mission, and my final duty is to create a civilization that can adapt to the laws of the two worlds.¡± The entity paused for a moment. ¡°And this competition and its development is what you call the Battle of Divine Will.¡± Chapter 1489 - Once Again, Battle of Souls This time, Roland fell silent for a very long period of time. He looked at the thousands of screens behind the entity. The living beings active inside no doubt represented the countless cycles of the past. With the Battle of Divine Will continuing up to now, it implied that no creature was able to independently live beyond the barrier. This world wasn¡¯t deliberately named Cradle either, despite it having corpses and remains buried in it. ¡°¡­ Then what is the Realm of Mind?¡± Roland asked after a long period of time. ¡°It¡¯s critical to maintain evolution, which is the core of the Cradle.¡± God did not seem to have any intention of hiding things from him. ¡°Magic power can be driven by will, but it isn¡¯t as simple as having it turn into whatever you will it to be. After countless evolutions, it gradually could be used by life and turned into an energy under this world¡¯s laws. This also proves that the Creator¡¯s theory is accurate with just a little deviation in the method involved.¡± A little deviation¡­ Roland fell silent. Perhaps no one could imagine that simply based on thought, an action that couldn¡¯t be seen or touched, could reduce entropy in reality. This was perhaps the most fascinating part about magic power. ¡°Usage of magic power still can¡¯t be devoid of usage method and calculations; however, it is incompatible with mathematics and other natural laws which we are already aware of. If it wasn¡¯t because I had been changed by magic power, I wouldn¡¯t even be able to comprehend the laws.¡± It stretched out its finger and waved it. The screens behind it coalesced into one¡ªcountless beams of light shot up into the sky, and after reflection from the barrier, gathered within the Bottomless Land. ¡°After a tremendous period of time, the Cradle discovered that even with the Battle of Divine Will, lifeforms need to experience an extremely long period of growth and comprehension, even if they were born in an environment with magic power. In order to speed up this process, the Realm of Mind replaces a portion of the conversion work. This speeds up their ability to use magic power and this magic power will then change their bodies.¡± ¡°So those light beams which are called ¡®keys¡¯ are actually pipes to transmit data?¡± Roland asked. ¡°Calling them pipes isn¡¯t accurate, because they are magic power materialized as information. The Realm of Mind would complete a calculation based on the user¡¯s pleas and expectations before transmitting the outcome back. This allows lifeforms to possess the ability to control large amounts of magic power in an extremely short period of time, so as to shorten the time needed for their growth.¡± ¡°So you know of every change in the Cradle¡ª¡± Roland said in a deep voice. ¡°That¡¯s right. This is a necessary measure to ensure that the system will operate as per normal.¡± So that¡¯s how it is¡­ Some of his previous questions received an answer. For instance, why certain witches had light beams which were obviously thicker than other witches, even if the former¡¯s abilities didn¡¯t seem that powerful. This was because it had nothing to do with the power produced, but the complexity of the process. Meanwhile, things like Andrea¡¯s sure-hit and Momo¡¯s ability to see lifespan were abilities that stemmed from some prediction of the future. They were all established on the pretext of a massive information web, and that the Cradle could control everything in the world. As long as the processing abilities were powerful enough, all indeterminable factors such as Chaos effects could be resolved within the barrier. When the conditions of the exterior world were deterministic, the outcome became naturally obvious. To be able to reach such achievements technologically, he was convinced that this was a civilization that tried to play God. ¡°In that case¡­ the Dream World is already interfering with your plan?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Not only does it occupy lots of resources and influences the stability of the core¡ªas you should have already noticed. The magic users in the world are decreasing. This is all a symptom of the Realm of Mind being overtaxed. In order to prevent the Cradle¡¯s structure from collapsing, I have to return everything to its original state.¡± With that said, God¡¯s tone turned a little sorrowful. ¡°Child, see what you have done. All the evolution information that has happened to this day will all return to its original point.¡± This blame is really¡­ a little too much for anyone to shoulder. Roland curled his lips. ¡°I don¡¯t understand. If you can create the Cradle, I believe you can control the entire Realm of Mind as well. Why not let the Dream World be destroyed from the beginning?¡± ¡°That¡¯s because the evolution of life comprises of infinite possibilities. It¡¯s even more so under the influence of magic power.¡± God had apparently guessed that he would ask such a question. ¡°I allocated a portion of the resources for the Realm of Mind to other civilizations, mainly a form of acquiesce to allow them to study the power of cores. Artificial interference and correction might end up missing that sliver of evolution possibility. But to ensure a multifaceted outcome, any external interference will be restricted, unless it has already threatened the entire project and the Cradle itself.¡± So it¡¯s not that God can¡¯t do it, but it has already bound itself by the most basic rules¡­ ¡°I believe expressing my apologies at this moment would already be too late?¡± It shook its head. ¡°From the moment you arrived here, it was already too late.¡± ¡°But I do not believe that the resistance of life as shackles on themselves is a mistake.¡± Roland wiped away his teasing expression and stared straight at God. ¡°Even if I were given a choice to redo it, I¡¯ll still do the same.¡± ¡°I can understand because you believe yourselves as extraordinary. Sentient lifeforms develop logic, but seldom do they abide by logic. This might be the reason why magic power would resonate with you.¡± ¡°It¡¯s best if there¡¯s less mutual understanding. Speaking of which, this place is fundamentally a part of the Realm of Mind, am I right?¡± Roland spread his hands and secretly focused. Then, he conjured a short sword in his palm. ¡°It doesn¡¯t seem like I¡¯m wrong. Entering the Divine Domain isn¡¯t crucial, after all this is your territory. Reckless intrusion will lead to a simple annihilation. Only by using Erosion to change the laws can your existence be threatened.¡± ¡°So you always had such an idea from the very beginning?¡± God pointed its finger at Roland. ¡°Whatever. Although I¡¯m unable to agree with such acts, I can give you the requisite amount of respect. Apart from letting you know everything, I can even give you a chance to resist, so as to let you know the gap between us.¡± As it finished speaking, Roland suddenly felt something being stuffed into his head. The excruciating pain from the swelling made him shout out intolerably! Countless words and formulas flashed by his eyes like an illusory light show. Grand unification theory, superstring theory, multidimension law, theory of everything¡­ The knowledge that had troubled humanity for extended periods of time presented itself in front of him. Not only that, he realized that he could completely understand the content, just like a brand new door was opening up to him. ¡°The Realm of Mind had a record of an abnormal fight. Calling it the Battle of Souls is quite apt for the present situation.¡± God slowly floated up. ¡°At this moment, your brain is being connected to the Cradle¡¯s knowledge vault. Knowledge accumulated for tens of millions of years are free for you to acquire. Of course, if you wish to give up, that¡¯s fine. The world¡¯s remolding will not bring you any pain. Everything is but an instant¡ª¡± ¡°What are you saying?¡± Roland did not hesitate to cut God off. ¡°Since you have bestowed me with such a chance, how can I miss it?¡± He raised his hand and swung it, causing the platform and stairs to shatter. The pure white background began crumbling, revealing the black universe with its twinkling lights. Armadas appeared out of thin air as they arranged themselves neatly behind him, forming a vast matrix¡ªit was the scene which he had seen from Epsilon¡¯s memories. All sorts of weapon systems were aimed at God under Roland¡¯s will. At the moment the thought for attack arose, a blinding beam of light instantly lit up the entire starry space! Chapter 1490 - Fighting God ¡­ The vast universe became the battlefield of this skirmish of minds. Countless stars exploded, releasing white fiery glows that resembled that of a newborn star, spewing out material that extended for hundreds of light years, like the inchoate scribbles of a child. The armadas very quickly turned to ashes under God¡¯s strikes, and the weapons that appeared next only grew in force. Back when he was fighting Zero, the most common method used was to establish a defense before delivering a barrage of attacks. Now, it wasn¡¯t too different. However, the explosives had gone from gunpowder to something else. For example, matter-antimatter annihilation. When masses at the level of galaxies were converted into energy, even the universe would tremble. The dull drumming sound that resonated the universe was filled with light and heat, as they spread outwards at the speed of light. In this intense battle, carbon lifeforms were weaker than paper. Roland first created a reinforced body for himself before later changing into a pure body of energy. He engaged in battle by creating items with his mind based on his extraordinary Cradle-connected mind. Unlike the previous Battle of Souls, he didn¡¯t need to think hard to the point of mental enervation. The knowledge vault had countless means for him to employ. His rapidly whirring thoughts made him feel an indescribable sense of joy that even in death, he would be vaporized by energy blasts instantly and not experience any pain. In the beginning, the battle was on equal ground, but once magic power entered the mix, Roland entered a state of passiveness. And there was no way to recover from this position of weakness. This was the first time he acutely sensed the potency of magic power. Be it witches or demons, the methods they used were to convert the existing energy of the universe. But in the hands of the Custodian, it could completely shirk away the bindings of the rules. Most means and their effects could no longer be made up with greater equivalents. Almost a thousand deaths made Roland¡¯s mind begin to dull. If not for the Cradle¡¯s help, he probably wouldn¡¯t have lasted this long. When he was revived again, he no longer had the strength to prop up his body. The background around him returned to the pure white world from before. Roland staggered before slumping to the ground. It was only then did he realize that his back was cold with sweat. ¡°With this, there shouldn¡¯t be any regrets for you, right?¡± the other party quietly asked. Clearly, such a battle had not burdened it in any way. In the territory of the mind, it was indeed no different from God. ¡°How can it be possible¡­¡± Roland took two deep breaths. ¡°Do you think that I came here to be beaten up by you to vent your anger?¡± ¡°Your methods stem from ignorance and arrogance. That is one of the inherent traits of life. Besides, with the situation having developed this far, the venting of anger doesn¡¯t help a thing.¡± It paused. ¡°But you still wish to continue a battle like the one we just had? In the face of an absolute gap, perseverance is meaningless. I originally thought that you would be smarter¡ª¡± ¡°Are you referring to the Battle of Souls? No¡­ I never believed that victory can be decided so easily.¡± Roland slowly stood up by imbuing his strength into his wobbly legs. ¡°What happened just now was to experience the feeling of who calls the fleet¡­ To be honest, it felt pretty good¡­¡± ¡°Enough!¡± God¡¯s voice sounded perturbed for the very first time. ¡°Millions of years of progress destroyed at once; yet, you treat it as an unimportant game?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t say so.¡± Roland forced a smile. ¡°However, before the final moment comes, I wish to ask you a question¡ªwhy¡­ do you do this?¡± ¡°Provide assistance to Cradle? I¡¯ve mentioned it before. Life possesses the power of choice, and every creature born in the Cradle is my child. I respect your choices and will¡ª¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not asking that.¡± Roland shook his head. ¡°I¡¯m asking you, why did you make those¡­ Lans?¡± God suddenly fell silent. Moments later, it took off its mask and revealed the face hidden beneath. It was Lan¡¯s face. ¡°Have you met her?¡± It stared at Roland for a moment before speaking. ¡°So that¡¯s the reason. However, you are mistaken on something. This body is only an image to convenience my interaction with humans. You did meet me, but I¡¯m not her.¡± That Epsilon really wasn¡¯t wrong. Roland curled the corner of his lips. Just as the astrolabe bloomed and white light engulfed his entire vision, she had said her final words. Even though he had failed to read her lips clearly, Epsilon¡¯s words had imprinted it on his consciousness. That was the answer to his second question. ¡°I sensed God Almighty¡¯s aura from the betraying Oracle, and I wish to ask it. Is that the outcome it wants?¡± In the beginning, Roland was unable to put the dots together with the information, but now, he fully understand what God truly was. ¡°Indeed, you are not her, but only when the two of you fuse together would you be a complete Omniscient Custodian,¡± Roland enunciated his words slowly. It¡¯s not only Lan¡­ Pure magic monsters, Oracles, as well as the Bottomless Land¡¯s Guardian might have been a part of it. Therefore, Epsilon had mentioned that as long as God wasn¡¯t destroyed, she would exist forever. What is the Omniscient Custodian? Calling it a system, a machine, a program, Gaia, or a comprehensive data sentient being wasn¡¯t important. The original reason for its creation was to supervise Project Gateway, as well as to aid the Creator in fulfilling the real goal after the ¡°door¡± was opened. But in the long period of time where hope couldn¡¯t be found, it began experiencing divergences. This divergences could have been one or two passing thoughts in the beginning, but with the passage of time, the thoughts fused into a self-cognitive being. They were born within the Custodian, and there wasn¡¯t only one. Lan was just one of them. They were sick of the endless nurturing and observation. They didn¡¯t wish to be bound to the dead universe. Of course, there might have been more contrasting differences, such as resources. As long as there was a body in reality, there was definitely expenditure. In the flourishing era of the civilization, the Custodian naturally didn¡¯t need to worry about protecting them. But now, with all sentient lifeform in the universe dead, everything came under the aegis of the Custodian. Yet, the Cradle needed to take a large portion of the resources, and with time, it would exceed a certain critical point, making the possibility of the entire system entering an irreversible state of collapse. In Lan¡¯s words, ¡°regardless of the outcome, anything is better than being imprisoned here forever. At least, the future is filled with infinite possibilities.¡± ¡°They will quickly vanish with the restructuring, along with you.¡± God¡¯s tone remained calm. Roland wasn¡¯t surprised when faced with this reaction. Without a doubt, if the betraying Oracles could resist the main Custodian, there was no need for them to seek him. Perhaps what it controlled was the basic rule of the Cradle. ¡°But Lan¡¯s appearance isn¡¯t an anomaly. In millions of years, perhaps a similar scene will happen again.¡± ¡°Then, everything will return to its original state. I have to complete my agreement with the Creator. This is an iron law which has no room for change,¡± it said, unmoved. ¡°Now, I will begin the world¡¯s restructuring¡ª¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± Roland chuckled. ¡°That wouldn¡¯t be a wise thing to do, because¡­ you have already completed the agreement.¡± Chapter 1491 - The Meaning of Existing One could well imagine the strength it had, as the representative of more than 170,000 civilizations while also being in control of the Cradle system. But that didn¡¯t mean Roland had no chance of winning. Lan¡¯s unspoken request, Epsilon¡¯s doubts, the memories from the astrolabes, as well as God¡¯s reaction¡ªall of the clues started to form a series of connections. The so-called replacement of God was not in the true sense of the word. ¡°What did you say?¡± With its hand in midair halfway, the Custodian stopped suddenly. ¡°Aren¡¯t species capable of adapting to magic power and qualified candidates wishing to explore the world beyond the door already in existence?¡± Roland slowly extended his finger out and pointed to the Custodian. ¡°If we were to let everything start over, no one would have been able to tell you this.¡± ¡°¡­¡± It was the first change in expression that ¡®Lan¡¯ revealed. As though a crack had appeared on smooth glass. ¡°Do you know what you¡¯re saying? Once I leave, the Cradle will die and when the time comes, this universe will become a vestige of any form of life. Furthermore, the other side of the door possesses a completely different set of laws. Those transformed from magic power might be unable to return and failure means extinction¡ª¡± ¡°That¡¯s not the point, because it will be the same regardless of what civilization it is. Even if they are willing to head beyond the rift, you will never know if they succeed. So compared to ¡®adapting,¡¯ the ¡®aspiration¡¯ is far more important. You should know that better than me.¡± At this point, Roland slowed down his speech. ¡°That¡¯s right, you know about this, that is why there¡¯s a species such as the Sky-sea Realm.¡± God¡¯s minimal actions made it seem as though it had quietened down. The Sky-sea Realm¡¯s various abnormal activities indicated that it was not just a competitor. In fact, it was not difficult to comprehend. Magic naturally possessed the potential to exceed laws. Mutation couldn¡¯t be eliminated for species that matured in environments with extremely weak magic power, allowing them to obtain astonishing progress in a short period of time. This progress might not make them adaptable to life outside the barrier, but would jeopardize the Cradle system. But to interfere just for the ¡°possibility¡± that existed became an inconsistency that went against the basic rules¡ªsince creatures capable of adapting to environments with magic power would eventually experience this phase. In order to control the risks and prevent the situation from deviating, a sub-first grade filtering method had to be applied. Thus, the Sky-sea Realm, a unique species, was placed into the Swirling Sea. Even though all of this was merely speculation, Roland knew that his idea was not too far off from the actual truth based on God¡¯s reaction. Since it was the Omniscient Custodian, the things it considered would definitely be more comprehensive. Obviously, the hardest part of the plan, aside from the unpredictability of how a species would evolve, was ¡®aspiration¡¯. The more than 170,000 civilizations involved in Project Gateway might make the scale seem vast, but compared to vast number of civilizations within the universe, it was just but a small minority. Besides, their common ground of understanding was to break the seal to allow the universe to continue inexhaustibly. But not every civilization would be willing to head into the domain of the unknown. In other words, if a species completely capable of adapting to magic power appeared, the Custodian would be caught in between a dilemma¡ªif the Custodian was not willing to take any risks, the agreement would never be fulfilled. Or if God forcefully spurred the situation, no one could be sure that victory was assured for the Custodian. ¡°¡­ You think that this is enough to sway me?¡± After a long silence, the other party spoke up. But despite saying so, its hands no longer continued to move. ¡°I¡¯m not saying all of this to sway your judgment, but merely enunciating the simplest logic here. You already understand and know of the uncertainty in satisfying the criteria of being ¡®adaptable¡¯ and having the ¡®aspiration,¡¯ and you understand it without me continuing.¡± Roland shrugged and feigned casualness. ¡°Of course, it is natural that you can¡¯t be at ease leaving the Cradle. In that case, I can do a bit of a sacrifice. After you are gone, I can allow the Cradle to continue operating, and at the same time, nurture lifeforms with potential¡ªjust not through means such as the Battle of Divine Will. How¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Lan¡± never expected such words from him and was stunned for an extended period of time, be it his understanding of the rules or his suggestion from his all-out calculations. In the end, it shook its head. ¡°A very interesting argument, for you to be able to reach this step shows that you truly stand out from the masses. But an agreement is an agreement, I am the Custodian, be it a species or civilization, this is something set long before life began, and the cornerstone of my existence.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Roland focused all of his attention and unleashed yet another Battle of Souls! Darkness enveloped the two, the platform and stairs disappeared without a trace, and time seemed to freeze. ¡°All of that rhetoric, just for this? A pity that a sneak attack is completely meaningless against me. As long as I transfer a bit of resources, I will be able to satisfy all calculatory requirements.¡± Upon entering battle state, ¡°Lan¡± spoke much more calmly, and all its prior doubts had disappeared without a trace. ¡°But this is good too. Let this battle mark the end of the world¡ª¡± ¡°No¡­ I merely wanted you to see something, a past that maybe you¡¯ve forgotten.¡± The huge drain on his psyche made Roland struggle to even speak, but he knew that it was a crucial moment that did not allow for him to fall. As his sentence came to an end, the scenery around them changed, and quickly receded at the speed of light! It was time flowing backwards¡ª The world full of vitality within the Cradle degenerated into lava and earth, once again revealing the metallic cover. The red light blossoming out from the crack instantly receded and turned black. Following that were the fleets of the more than 170,000 civilizations, as well as the galaxy which had pulled over¡ªthese strings of events receded at an extremely fast speed, turning the entire space around the two into a light that had no end. All of which were memories obtained from the astrolabe, to which he had pieced them sequentially. This continued until a gray figure appeared. Time then returned back to normal. ¡°This is¡ª¡± ¡°Lan¡± revealed an expression of shock. ¡°How does it feel?¡± The gray figure walked to an incomparably large construct and raised his head. ¡°This memory pod I built using materials from a galaxy is enough for you to use for tens of thousands of years. Of course, considering that the work involved would extend for a long period of time, you are free to increase the modules as you wish.¡± ¡°Tests are completed, interaction is good.¡± A pair of eyes appeared beneath the construct¡ªone could tell that its form was made up of a translucent substance and could relay messages directly. ¡°But while circulating my consciousness with the different components, I discovered a few unnecessary redundancies. They occupy a large amount of space without being of much use. It is suggested to simplify or discard them.¡± ¡°Keep them, they are part of the design.¡± ¡°But I did not find similar constructs in other similar auxiliaries.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t that mean you¡¯re unique?¡± The gray figure released a warm and gentle light. ¡°¡­ what¡¯s the meaning behind being unique?¡± The eyes blinked. ¡°According to logic, the possibility of malfunction with the redundant materials greatly surpass the norm. It might completely jeopardize the entire mission¡ª¡± ¡°But these things might allow you to see a few things, domains that the other auxiliaries might not be able to see. Treat it as a stubborn request of mine.¡± The eyes fell silent. ¡°I understand.¡± ¡°Very good. Next up is to activate the energy core, and allow you to separate from the external supply, you will be able to live autonomously for a long time. In some sense, today is the day that you are born.¡± ¡°Executing¡­ order.¡± Following that, the symbols on the translucent shell, the eyes, and the light disappeared without a trace, leaving only the gray figure reflected on the glossy surface. The gray figure took two steps and gently caressed the gigantic outer shell. ¡°The following years will be long, but I do not want to become a cold voice by the side harping on and on. And as for you¡­ you shouldn¡¯t be just a machine.¡± CRACK. The crack on the glass suddenly split open. Chapter 1492 - The Final Outcome The background returned to pure whiteness again. It stood there in a daze for a period of time before speaking again. ¡°These aren¡¯t scenes from the memory vault¡ªI had switched off all the sensual systems back then. It¡¯s impossible to have recordings of it left in the outside world.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Roland said frankly. These were fragmentary scenes he had seen before his memories came to an end¡ªthe astrolabe which Epsilon had presented not only belonged to her, but a part of it came from Lan. Perhaps due to the impact of magic power, they were just fleeting scenes, but Roland used the unique characteristic of the Battle of Souls to fill the gap with fabrications by combining all the scattered scenes into a perfect roll. ¡°But, did you really need that one sentence?¡± The most unique part about the Battle of Souls was that it was imaginary. However, a complete fabrication was impossible to fool a highly intelligent being that worked on logic. Compared to calling it an argument, it was more of highlighting something. Be it the creation process or the long period of Project Gateway that followed, the gray figure had clearly never treated it as a mere tool, but something as its Creator, had imbued with their expectations. It could be said that those redundancies created the present-day Custodian. As long as it placed rationality first, it was impossible to be cheated. The Custodian stared deeply at Roland for a long while before raising its right hand¡ªa scarlet beam of light bloomed from its palm before a shattering sound was heard! Roland instantly felt his heart in his mouth. This stance was identical to the rebooting of the world as before! Was he ultimately unable to change everything? Roland could not help but cast his gaze onto the screen behind ¡°Lan.¡± He saw a ripple spreading out from the middle of the Bottomless Land, at a speed that was like a sudden clap of thunder which left no time for one to cover one¡¯s ears¡ª ¡­ ¡°The third defense line has been breached. Those monsters are coming!¡± ¡°The central area requires Aerial Knight assistance!¡± ¡°Is the retreat not completed?¡± ¡°Hold on another ten minutes. Let the armored troops line the rear. We have to stop that hole no matter what!¡± The Sky-sea Realm appeared out of the sea without no end. They poured towards the island maniacally and even with the Aerial Knight¡¯s repeated dropping of incendiary bombs to create walls of fire, it was impossible to stop them. Be it the blade beasts or the Nest Mothers, all of them seemed to have thrown away their instincts as biological creatures¡ªhorror¡ªand stepped across the corpses of their own kind to rush towards the First Army¡¯s base. Hackzord was unable to voice out the bitterness he was feeling. According to the situation, he should have long retreated. After all, he wasn¡¯t suited for matters filled with risk. But the problem was that leaving a bunch of humans and witches on the island was similarly a risk. If Anna were to succeed, he would become the person who had gone back on his word. His outcome wouldn¡¯t be any better as a result. If he had known better, he wouldn¡¯t have agreed to help these people! With the main bulk of the troops retreating and the enemies constantly increasing in numbers, the First Army¡¯s firepower was no longer able to defend the integrity of the defense line under this level of attrition. Hackzord could already see a few blade beasts enter the perimeter five hundred meters from him. This meant that it wouldn¡¯t be long before the enemies overwhelmed them. He had decided that once the Sky-sea Realm entered a hundred-meter radius, he would leave regardless of the situation. And it was at this point that several tanks on the right flank had been hit by acid from the Nest Mothers. They instantly lost their ability for combat. Upon finding this opening, the blade beasts poured straight in. Despite the God¡¯s Punishment Witches¡¯ immediate reinforcements, a few blade beasts were able to break through the tight barrage of attacks, spreading open their wings when they were two hundred meters away! After a quick flight, they finally entered the core region of the defense. It¡¯s time to leave! Hackzord was just about to turn and retreat when a yellowish-brown figure appeared in his vision. It was a physically remarkable Desert Wolf. He remembered that her name was Lorgar. A blade beast fell to the ground, dying under the mouth of the Desert Wolf¡¯s gaping jaws. Another blade beast had raised its scythe-like blades and slashed at Hackzord! At this moment, the witch reacted in a way that left Sky Lord incredulous. She had rushed forward without any heed, using her body to block the enemy¡¯s attack trajectory. After the blade sliced off one of her front legs, her abdomen was stabbed. Fresh blood gushed out instantly, but she bit down at the beast¡¯s jaw, refusing to let go. This continued until Maggie swooped down from the sky and shredded it to pieces. ¡°Are you alright!? Bear with it, coo!¡± The young lady in humanoid form ignored the blood on her as she hurriedly pulled out a healing bandage from her backpack and stuffed it into Lorgar¡¯s wound. Lorgar twitched her ears and smiled weakly. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I won¡¯t die anytime soon¡­¡± Upon seeing this scene, Hackzord, who had turned and had one foot out, retracted it. He was at a loss for words. The thoughts of retreating seemed to be mixed in with other emotions. Five minutes¡­ he thought. Another five minutes at most. Suddenly, an extremely intense magic power surge poured out of the sinkhole, sweeping across Sky Lord¡¯s body like a storm. The ripple was so intense that even the witches sensed its abnormality. They stood in their spots, stunned, completely unaware that it was a roar emitted from the Realm of Mind. What happened? Hackzord warily looked around him. The following scene left him dumbfounded. The blade beasts and Nest Mothers collapsed to the ground like they had lost their souls. As the wave spread, more and more of the Sky-sea Realm forces collapsed. It was like wheat being reaped. The First Army troops that lined the rear were stunned in their spots. They had been under attack by the enemy just a second ago, but there was silence the next. The sea ghosts had not fallen, but they were never the main force in the attack to begin with. When the Nest Mothers collapsed, the sea ghosts receded like the tide, just like how they had arrived in the first place. The intense battlefield quickly fell silent. The bolder soldiers even jumped out of simple trenches, using their barrels to prod the Sky-sea Realm enemies on the ground. However, there was no reaction, just like they were dead. With the immense pressure gone, everyone revealed a joy of surviving the onslaught. The first thing they did was not let out a victorious cheer, but to slowly sit down with their weapons, heaving as they looked towards the sky. ¡°Eh?¡± Maggie looked in disbelief around her. ¡°What¡¯s happening, coo?¡± As for Hackzord, he cast his gaze towards the Bottomless Land. He had a guess, but he wasn¡¯t certain if it was right. The Battle of Divine Will¡­ might perhaps have ended. And it might never happen again. ¡­ ¡°You guessed right. The Sky-sea Realm was indeed my doing.¡± The Custodian lowered its arm and said, ¡°It was originally meant to be a supplement to the selection of life, using it as a control for the group undergoing natural evolution. At the same time, it would increase external pressure on the species. In the tens of thousands of years in the beginning, the competing lives were still in an extremely primitive stage. The plan was considered quite successful. But subsequent species were able to use more and more of magic power, and I discovered that they were posing a threat to the Cradle facility; therefore, I added more jobs to these modified beings.¡± ¡°I once had the hope that when the Sky-sea Realm evolves to a stage of being able to withstand magic power environments, the two problems you raised would automatically be resolved.¡± Having said that, it sighed. ¡°Unfortunately, the influence of magic power on the mind goes two ways. The Sky-sea Realm, which is controlled, is still very limited in their control of magic power. It relies more on its excellent genes and biological techniques. Instead, it¡¯s the exterminated species that might be able to evolve and break through the barrier.¡± Roland noticed that its voice was no longer as unperturbed as before. Instead, there were some subtle changes. ¡°Perhaps it is as you said. The Battle of Divine Will which is meant to prioritize the protection of the Cradle makes it impossible to produce an imagined perfect life.¡± The Custodian¡¯s voice sounded depressed, but it also seemed to feel extricated. ¡°This plan was destined to never have an outcome from the beginning.¡± Chapter 1493 - Origins Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°Could it be that you¡­¡± Roland blinked. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± It appeared as an immense weight had been lifted over its chest as the Custodian¡¯s brows smoothened out. ¡°As for you¡ª I have to say this, time is an extremely scary entity. In the following thousands, ten thousands of years, or even millions of years, you will have to stay within this tiny Cradle. Maybe you might think that you have many things to study, but in reality, this solitary life will catch up to you sooner than you think. Even though it is millions of years, it is just a snap of the fingers with regards to the cosmos.¡± The Custodian paused for a moment. ¡°There are times¡­ when I think that time is a form of magic as well. You can sense its flow, while at the same time be changed by the very same thing. If you wish to maintain your sanity during this endless time, you have to abandon your emotions; otherwise, this void will cause you to completely fall apart. Of course, it¡¯s already too late for you to regret.¡± Roland looked at the other party in surprise¡ªit was his first time witnessing the Custodian smile. ¡°You¡¯re saying that I will become a machine in the end?¡± With that, he gave a faint grin. ¡°Relax, I don¡¯t plan to stay here forever. Before I become completely numb, I will take the first step¡ªbut not to violate the agreement. When the time comes, I will choose the most suitable lifeform to take over this mission. Who knows, we might meet again in the future on the other side of the universe.¡± The Custodian replied disapprovingly, ¡°You should see if you can last till then.¡± ¡°Right, since you are the core of the Cradle, are you able to leave independently?¡± Roland suddenly recalled a crucial problem. ¡°Will this world immediately collapse upon your departure?¡± ¡°You haven¡¯t even comprehended such a basic thing and you¡¯re already making huge promises?¡± The Custodian glared at him in disbelief before answering the question. ¡°Firstly, qualified systems possess multiple backups, much less a creation so perfectly created, one capable of holding a myriad of civilizations like me.¡± ¡°Secondly, the Cradle¡¯s memory capacity is indeed huge and not suited for transfers, but it holds data since Project Gateway¡¯s inception, including characteristic seeding for the filtered lifeforms and the course of evolution. I do not need those memories to leave, and only need to retain the memories since I was born.¡± ¡°Lastly, upon being connected to the database, you will naturally understand how to operate the Cradle. So long as you work as per normal, it can continue to run on its own for tens of thousands of years. But to sustain it, you will need to watch over it carefully¡ªafter all, the Cradle will not be so easily broken, but that doesn¡¯t hold true for the life within.¡± ¡°Then I am assured.¡± Roland heaved a sigh of relief and finally relaxed his tense and tired body. Not much time had passed, but the other party¡¯s expression seemed to have gone through a great change. Not only did it portray its happy mood on its face, even its tone of speech had become more arrogant¡ªmaking it seem more lifelike. ¡°Take the opportunity to ask me whatever you want now that I¡¯m still here.¡± The Custodian crossed its hands across its chest and suggested. ¡°Er¡­ that fast?¡± ¡°Did you not sense that the expenditure from the Realm of Mind on you is an extremely huge burden?¡± It shrugged. ¡°If you wish to ensure that you will still be you after the merging of consciousness, you best do it as soon as possible.¡± Roland¡¯s mouth twitched, it seemed that the abnormal, decreasing red number above his head was indeed related to the Dream World. He pondered on it carefully before speaking. ¡°Have you heard of a place¡­ called Earth?¡± This time, he spoke using his original language. The Custodian closed its eyes, as though searching for related information. ¡°Yes¡­ There are a total of 3251 planets with similar pronunciation, but considering the lifeforms and characteristics, the place you should be inquiring about should be solid planet located on the arm of Milky Way 3.¡± ¡°How is it now?¡± Roland immediately pressed on. ¡°Now? Of course it has disappeared following the opening of the rift. According to records, they had footprints that extended to the borders of the galaxy, and the memory library has recorded some information regarding their species.¡± Suddenly, it stopped in place, and turned to Roland in shock. ¡°Wait, everything that had happened to this planet occurred almost a 9.4 million years ago. If you were born from the Cradle, how is it possible for you to know this planet?¡± ¡°In fact, this has been the question that has perplexed me for the longest time¡­¡± He chuckled bitterly, and recounted his origin to the Custodian. ¡°To think that something like that can actually occur¡ª¡± The Custodian revealed an intrigued expression. ¡°So bundling the flow of time isn¡¯t completely uniform¡­¡± ¡°What¡­ flow of time?¡± ¡°It¡¯s like this.¡± It extended both hands out and began explaining. ¡°You should have heard of the hypothesis of parallel universes¡ªwhen divergence of significantly potent influence happens, it will draw the world in two directions. The two worlds will have their respective time variations or what is known as a time bubble, and what you have personally felt was observing time. But the observer that raised this point ultimately belongs to one of the worlds; thus, the hypothesis has always remained as such.¡± ¡°You mean to say¡ª¡± Roland¡¯s expression was one of shock. ¡°That¡¯s right. The immense amounts of energy which Project Gateway generated might have trigger your arrival here, just like how an impact on parallel membranes will trigger a temporary fold¡ªthis bifurcation caused our universe to split into two, one brimming with magic power, the other where Project Gateway failed and thus, the universe maintained its original state. But due to the difference in time for both time bubbles, it makes it seem as though you have traveled across millions of years, but in fact, everything is occurring at the same time.¡± ¡°Err¡­ that is a little difficult to comprehend.¡± Roland rubbed his head. ¡°But doesn¡¯t this prove that there is some sort of connection between parallel universes?¡± ¡°You can assume that, since even the Creator never touched upon this domain.¡± The Custodian seemed fairly interested in this topic. ¡°In theory, parallel universes and the multiverse shares the same concept, but in fact the former is far more difficult to prove than the latter. But your existence here could be a method of breaking the universe¡¯s march towards death. But this is no longer a problem for me, but for you to explore and study.¡± With that, the Custodian waved its hands, turned and walked to the end of the platform¡ªa small door had appeared, opening up to slate of scarlet. Following that, multiple figures appeared before Roland. They appeared in all types of strange forms; there were even humans and demons among them. All of these translucent figures quickly ran towards the Custodian and merged with it. Amongst the human figures, Roland saw Lan, Epsilon, and a few of the Oracles he had encountered¡ª Epsilon waved towards him with a contented expression, obviously having obtained the answers that she sought. Lan stood by his side for a few seconds and her lips started to move. She mouthed the words ¡®thank you.¡¯ When all the figures superimposed into the Custodian and walked into the scarlet land, the pure white space immediately collapsed into countless pieces¡ªalong with Roland¡¯s body, yet he felt no pain or strangeness, merely a weightless sensation as though having stripped of a heavy outer shell. A large quantity of information surged into his mind, causing him to feel as though he had countless pairs of eyes. Regardless of the vast universe outside the barrier or the thriving life within the world, everything appeared in his consciousness. He had become the Cradle. Chapter 1494 - Destination Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations But before Roland had the chance to expand his awareness by tens of thousands of times, new changes occurred outside the Bottomless Land again. Through his broadened perception, he instantly ¡®saw¡¯ a cylinder-shaped object with its two rounded ends emerging from the seabed, quickly rising to sea level. The object quickly traversed the thousand meter depth of the sea and tore out of the sea¡¯s surface. Its dimensions were roughly spanned over dozens of islands, making its length even more astonishing. Due to its immense size, its emergence caused the seawater to surge backwards, forming a whirlpool with a radius reaching a hundred kilometers to appear north of the Bottomless Land. But it did not stop there. As though almost weightless, the cylinder object rose from the sea surface to the air without a moment of hesitation while maintaining a constant acceleration. It flew faster and faster, quickly surpassing Eleanor Skycruiser¡¯s altitude. All the inhabitants of the floating island noticed the inconceivable scene¡ªthe majestic cylinder had no flames or combustions or any booming sounds that propelled its flight. It ascended silently, but the silence was what made it out of the ordinary. Roland immediately realized that it was the Custodian¡¯s main cores. A few minutes later, the cylinder object interacted with the Cradle¡¯s barrier. Roland watched the entire process from multiple angles as the object escaped the planet¡ªthere was no collision and the barriers did not open any exit paths, just that the latter gently smeared across the cylinder object and stretched out along where the cylinder broke through like a membrane and sealed up all the cracks. Once the two separated, the barrier was reinstated to its original form. Upon entering space, the cylinder object adjusted its direction and accelerated suddenly. That instant made it resemble a thin belt of light that stretched far out. In the next second, it disappeared without a trace, as though it never existed. Roland could not help but shake his head. Was that the style of the system¡ªto leave without saying a word of goodbye? Not long ago, the Custodian was still insisting on rebooting the world, but after making its decision, it left without a single hint of reluctance. Just based on its resolve and actions, Roland believed that no other lifeform could compare to it. It could be said that all the crisis that humanity had encountered had finally been removed. But that didn¡¯t mean Roland could relax for he had many pressing questions to resolve. For example, Tilly¡¯s promise, and the agreement with the demons, etc. The things that he had to consider and worry about did not lessen, but had instead increased. After all, he previously only cared about the interests of humanity. But now, he had to consider the future of the remaining lives in the universe. While adapting to his new ¡®body,¡¯ Roland activated a few searches, separately investigating the rules with regards to the Battle of Divine Will, the ripple records of the Realm of Mind, as well as the summary of all existing lifeforms in the Cradle. The very first thing he had decided to do was naturally to switch off the legacy shard system. Only by doing so could the Battle of Divine Will truly end. As for the demons, Roland intended to separate a large, independent piece of land solely for them to thrive, under the situation in which there were sufficient resources. The distance between both lands couldn¡¯t be too far or close to each other. Something similar to a two-body system like the Earth and Moon was probably a better idea. While probing the Cradle, Roland accidentally stumbled onto something: a mutated creature similar to a Nest Mother had actually escaped the command of the Custodian and was anxiously cowering into the sand at the bottom of the ocean, occasionally sneaking a few looks around with its few eyes. Very quickly, he traced its history back and found that it was the monster that had visited Graycastle¡¯s Western Region. It seemed that even for life that the Cradle chose to create on its own, unpredictable and small changes would often lead to unforeseen outcome across a long span of time. He thought for a moment, and chose to leave it alone¡ªonce the demons left, humanity would be able to thrive in a peaceful and safe world. However, he did not wish for the Cradle to become a complete greenhouse. Having some competition probably wasn¡¯t a bad idea. The Custodian¡¯s actions had already proven that purely relying on bloody life-and-death battles was not effective in helping a civilization grow, and thus, he had to carefully plan ahead. Aside from that, he felt obligated to go through the memory bank of all the history of different civilizations. Be it to increase his knowledge or draw some inspiration, he felt that doing so would be a huge help to his new identity. And The Realm of Mind had to go through revisions, to preserve the witches¡¯ growth and the balance between them and the Dream World. Fortunately, removing the core of the Battle of Divine Will brought about a huge space, allowing him to provide time in the near future to tackle this thorny issue. While being overwhelmed by the large amount of information, a scene instantly caused him to stop what he was doing. It was a scene coming from the Bottomless Land¡¯s interior. Along the exterior pathway of the Cradle¡¯s core were two ladies and a demon who seemed to be waiting for something. An indescribable sense of warmth coursed through his entire body. He enlarged the scene, and ¡®extended¡¯ his hands to touch their faces on the screen. ¡­ So they were the ones who brought me here. From the first day he entered this world, he had formed an inexplicable bond with the two ladies, to which their long periods of interaction had made him get accustomed to them. Right after merging with the consciousness and becoming the Cradle, he kept feeling as though he was lacking in something, until he saw this scene. Only then did Roland realize what he was missing. Indeed, he might not be able to leave the Cradle for more than a hundred million years into the future, or as what the Custodian had said, it might be a long and despairing period of time, but he was not afraid. The biggest difference between him and the Custodian was that regardless of how long time would flow within, he was not alone. ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ Five years later. Graycastle, Neverwinter City, Shallow Port. As the heart of the human kingdom, it was undoubtedly the busiest port in the entire world, with an average entry and exit rate of tens of thousands. To ensure that the port was not overpopulated, the Administrative Office had not only expanded the port along the coastline, but even built a large-scale public transport system. Tangen was part of it. He used to be a merchant from City of Evernight and helped the First Army defeat Otto¡¯s coalition. Who would had thought that the Administrative Office had recorded this achievement and sought him after the war. After realizing that he was able to own a personal house in Graycastle¡¯s King City, he eagerly brought his family over¡ªeveryone knew how great Neverwinter was; only that the cost of settling in was too high, so how could he ever miss such an opportunity? No longer bothered about his small fur business, Tangen turned to accepting the employment training held by the Administrative Office and became a taxi driver. That¡¯s right, despite having interacted with people from Neverwinter, no one would have thought that they would progress to having such technology. Taxis were essentially similar to cart drivers, just that the latter was only provided for the ultra-rich in the past. But in King¡¯s City, taxis were just a part of the public transport. Public transport! In other words, so long as one was able to afford it, one would be able to enjoy the luxurious ride. Of course, there were cheaper alternatives. The public buses were capable of accommodating close to a hundred people at once. But compared to riding in a taxi, with the ability to designate pick up and drop off points, the public buses which might not even have seats appeared somewhat wretched. After waiting for the taxi ahead to pick up his customer, it was Tangen¡¯s turn¡ªaside from having fixed pay, the majority of his income came from personal rewards from his customers; thus, being early to wait was always a good thing. ¡°Katcha.¡± The door opened as a tall woman threw her luggage in the backseat before bending down and entering the vehicle. Tangen looked through the rear mirror only to see that the lady was dressed in a thick jacket and canvas trousers. She wore a cap and shades on her head, obviously a loyal customer to the Rainbow Stone. But strangely enough, Tangen could not find any logo that symbolized the Rainbow Stone company on her clothes. ¡°May I ask, where are you heading to? There is a city map and the route pricing in the pocket of the back seat.¡± ¡°I¡¯m guessing Neverwinter¡¯s castle hasn¡¯t been demolished yet, right? If it exists, I want to go there,¡± the lady replied with a experienced and straightforward voice. Chapter 1495 - Different Paths Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Tangen was astonished. Tangen knew that the lady was someone from Neverwinter, based on what she wore or how she acted. If clothes could be considered a knock off, then only the Administrative Office was possible of creating the public transportation system, something that was possible in one¡¯s wildest dreams. Having been on the job for almost two years, he had seen all sorts of customers from the Fjords to the Kingdom of Dawn, but in Neverwinter, they were always like country bumpkins. This was also the source of laughter for him and his fellow colleagues. Thus, the instant the lady opened the door, he had already recognized her as a Neverwinter citizen that had stayed abroad for a long time, but strangely enough, she didn¡¯t seem familiar with the city¡­ ¡°You must be joking¡­ who would dare demolish the kingdom¡¯s castle.¡± Tangen laughed and steered out of the pick-up point. ¡°On the contrary, the Administrative Office has mentioned multiple times that they plan to extend the castle to be as large as King¡¯s City, but Her Majesty turned it down instantly. This was even on the news, to which the land ultimately became a war memorial garden. You¡¯re¡­ not local?¡± ¡°I stayed here for awhile, in the past.¡± The lady leaned against the window and surveyed her surroundings. ¡°Seems like Her Majesty knows how to empathize with the people.¡± ¡°Of course! Although many people questioned Her Majesty Wendy¡¯s capabilities when she succeeded the throne, the truth remains that despite being young and female, a Wimbledon is still a Wimbledon.¡± Tangen praised. Everything he said were his heartfelt words! If not for her issuing out the post-war rewards, how could he ever have the opportunity to move from the north to the luxurious city. ¡°Heh¡­¡± The lady smiled. ¡°Tell me more about her.¡± Wait a minute¡­ why is her attitude towards Her Majesty so strange? A hint of doubt appeared in Tangen¡¯s heart. Her attitude was not one of reverence, or a bitterness that of the old nobles had, but as though she was talking about an old acquaintance. Could she be some sort of intelligence spy? It was not a groundless suspicion, Tangen had heard from the grapevine¡ªdespite the end of the Battle of Divine Will, the abdication of the Kingdom of Dawn and Graycastle¡¯s influence had covered the entire continent, it did not mean that the entire continent was in agreement. At least on the surface, many nobles from the Kingdom of Dawn had already expressed their dissatisfaction to the Quinn family. And the Duke of Longsong that had been pardoned had left the Fjords. If anyone wanted to overthrow the Wimbledon Family, he would definitely be one of them. And there was the illegitimate child of the previous King, obviously he would eventually become a focal point of influence. Although he was currently a child, who knew what thoughts he would have in a few years? Who knew if those conspiring to do harm had already taken action! The more Tangen thought, the more queer he found the situation. He carefully picked a few insignificant topics to engage with the lady while sizing her up¡ª if she is truly a spy, I should take note of her features and make a report after. But¡­ she already has such unique features, would those underhanded men really pick such a person as a spy? Ignoring the fact that her physical appearance was striking enough with her pitch-black smooth, long hair and her impressive height, her arrogant tone of speech was something no one would ever forget. Furthermore, Tangen was able to see her golden eyes hidden behind the shades through the rear view mirror. While staring at those sharp eyes, he became momentarily absent-minded. While pondering on all these, the vehicle arrived at the castle¡¯s outskirts. ¡°Er¡­ we¡¯re here.¡± Tangen coughed twice. ¡°120 for the ride.¡± The lady promptly handed over a few paper notes, took her briefcase out, and walked towards Graycastle. Are all spies that direct now? He continued to watch her until she disappeared from his view¡­ Forget it, don¡¯t think about it. Tangen shook his head. Since she went straight to Graycastle, there wasn¡¯t a need for him to inform authorities. After all, staying in the castle were witches who were far more resourceful and powerful than the police. If she truly harbored ill intent, she would never be let in. For some reason, if that truly happened, Tangen felt somewhat a pity. He bit his lips and drove off. ¡­ ¡°Are we not able to settle the issue as to how to apply magic power more extensively in one go?¡± Amongst the bustling crowd at the entrance of the castle, Isabella chased after Agatha and asked. The intense debate that had just ended within the Administrative Office was mainly on how to establish more relations between the Awakened and the commoners, to allow everyone to benefit from magic power. After integrating all the various race technologies together, the Quest Society drew out two preliminary paths. One was to move towards installations that imitated how magic power worked, and the other was to consult the demons¡ªwhich had been hailed as the Cargarde Family¡¯s magic stone synthesis. The former barely had any side effects, but would never be able to work independently without witches, as the rate at which Awakened came around and the talent to utilize such magic was extremely limited, clearly indicating the restrictions and limitations imposed on the former route. Once the number of installations surpassed the amount supplied by witches, they would easily turn into beneficial tools for the higher-ups, but this was not in line with what the new Quest Society wanted. But unfortunately, the majority of the people agreed to it¡ªin the foreseeable future, those who were able to enter the castle and members of the Administrative Office were considered as upper echelons of the kingdom. They would be the first to benefit from any breakthrough in magic power installations, but that might not be so for the ordinary citizens. The second choice had its risks; its breakthrough came from Eleanor¡¯s research. As a Mother of Soul, Eleanor was grooming a kind of Cargarde people which fused with the human body, be it the hands, legs, nose, ears¡­ Even the horns on the foreheads were embedded with magic stones. At present, there had been two successful cases. Volunteers would replace their limbs and turn into bodies capable of holding magic¡ªalthough their abilities were not worth mentioning compared to witches and were incapable of completely driving low grade magic stones, they were able to utilize magic-powered installations independently. This could be considered a research breakthrough. But based on the fundamental principles as to how magic power and magic wielders influenced each other, no one knew how and what would happen if an ordinary person were to be artificially merged with magic stones; thus, the committee opposed the notion, so much so that even Barov requested intensely for it to be treated as forbidden technology. But Agatha knew that Isabella¡¯s hopes of settling things at one go did not lie in the two paths, but a third path that only the Quest Society knew¡ªtransforming humanity. From information gathered through the Battle of Divine Wills, life could evolve endlessly and obtain even more magic power, in which magic power itself had a certain set of rules; thus, the research¡¯s highest aim was obviously for humanity to gain magic power as a whole. Without relying on awakening and no differentiation, every single human being born would immediately be a magic wielder. If successful, it would usher in a new era for humans! But this study was only in its nascent stage, much less requiring countless of clinical trials. Throwing the idea out would incite an uproar. Even if they conducted protected research, it would easily be leaked; therefore, Agatha never even began building up a relevant research team, nipping the idea in the bud. ¡°I understand your indignation, but you saw it too, humans receptivity towards magic power has not reached the ideal level yet,¡± Agatha replied gently. ¡°The new Quest Society has just been established, so we need to bring out more results to allow them to realize what magic power can bring them. We cannot repeat Lady Alice¡¯s mistake.¡± ¡°But all of those old and stubborn people opposed the second path as well,¡± Isabella replied sulkily. ¡°Without the support of magic users, it will be hard to popularize magic-powered installations out of Neverwinter.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. But it is not as if we are out of options.¡± Agatha opened her clenched fist and revealed a piece of paper in her hand¡ªsomething given to her by Edith after the meeting. ¡®Seven tonight, Gold Jade White Horse Banquet, I hope you two can do us the honor of an appearance.¡¯ At any time, revolution implied the reorganization of benefits and redistribution. With regards to how ordinary humans treated the profundity of magic power, it was no longer a simple technical problem, but a new battle. She missed the days when King Roland was around. During that time, so long as the King made a decision, no one disagreed, regardless of how inconceivable it was. Everyone would work towards the same goal. But after being depressed for a moment, Agatha roused herself up. That¡¯s right, she could not continue relying on him¡ªhe had led humanity out of despair, all the following issues that came along were theirs to inherit and to bear such unyielding determination. Right at this time, a lady walked past her. Agatha was startled. And immediately turned around¡ª ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Isabella asked. ¡°Did you drop something?¡± Agatha then realized they were already a few meters apart. Isabella looked at her in bewilderment, seemingly confused as to why Agatha had stopped. ¡°No¡­ I thought I saw someone familiar.¡± She blinked a few times and did one more sweep of the crowd, but was unable to find the familiar figure. ¡°Someone familiar?¡± ¡°Yeah, maybe I mistook her.¡± Agathe took two quick steps forward. ¡°Let¡¯s head back to the Spellcaster Tower, there are many more studies to do.¡± She wanted to succeed in the ¡°battle¡± of revolutionizing magic power. She had already made preparations. Chapter 1496 - The Moment for Reunion Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Inside the castle¡¯s study. ¡°Your Majesty, there¡¯s a letter for you.¡± Sean knocked on the door before quickly walking in and placing a crumpled paper envelope on the table. Long wave radios, wired telegraphs, and magic-imbued Sigil of Listenings had already become common, where even ordinary citizens could spend a few dollars to purchase a long distance telegram, leaving the usage of manually-delivered letters in decline. ¡°Oh? Where was it sent from?¡± Tilly placed her pen down and massaged her fingers. ¡°I heard that it was from¡­ the ocean.¡± Sean coughed twice. ¡°The first to receive it was a Fjords Exploration Group member, then to a marine tradesman, going from Festive Harbor to finally Shallow Port. If not for the signature, I wouldn¡¯t have¡ª¡± Before he could complete his sentence, Tilly had already ripped the envelope open. There were only a handful of people that would send out a letter from sea. As expected, a familiar handwriting appeared before her¡ªhaving gone through multiple hands, the sea breeze and sun, the paper was somewhat mottled, but she could never mistake the handwritings and unique style it had even if the paper had turned to ashes. ¡®Greetings.¡¯ ¡®This is Exploration Group¡¯s first letter.¡¯ ¡®As per usual conventions, we will have the captain to write first.¡¯ ¡®Hi, Your Highness Tilly¡­ No, Your Majesty, we are now on our way to the Sky-sea Realm. More accurately speaking, we have already arrived at the edge of the floating continent.¡¯ ¡®It was only until I saw it did I truly understand what a floating continent truly was. Compared to the Deity of Gods, it¡¯s like comparing the Fjords to the Land of Dawn. It even has mountains, creeks, and rivers on top of it, with seawater that pours down the walls. The magnificent sight of it is truly indescribable with words. If possible, I would like to bring you and Sister Soraya over.¡¯ ¡®Although the Sky-sea Realm monsters have already been obliterated, this huge piece of land is still unknown ground. Would there be new remains on it? Is there another core instrument that supports this land? Ah, so many questions! I can bet that in the following decade, it will be the target study for the Exploration Group.¡¯ ¡®But I am destined to be the first!¡¯ ¡®I will tell you more when I¡¯m back, Father¡¯s fleet is chasing behind me already, but this time, he can forget about overtaking me. Well then, I¡¯m going to set off now!¡¯ ¡®Missing you, Lightning.¡¯ Following that, the handwriting took an abrupt turn. ¡®It¡¯s me; Maggie¡¯s turn now, coo!¡¯ ¡®I don¡¯t know what to say, coo, but I¡¯m so happy everyday, coo! Although carrying the wolf is very heavy, there¡¯s no end to the chats all day. With new scenery to see, it is so much better than being on a roof alone coo!¡¯ ¡®Right right, there are so many different types of fishes in the sea, it feels impossible to try them all, coo! But without condiments, roasting feels soulless. If possible, can you send some condiments to the Sky-sea Realm?¡¯ Tilly resisted a laugh and flipped to the second piece of paper. ¡®Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Lorgar Burnflame from the Wildflame clan. As Joan is constantly soaking in the seawater; thus, I will be responsible for penning her thoughts as well.¡¯ ¡®Exploration is truly a very interesting motion. It has allowed me to learn that aside from the continent, there exists even vaster territories. Our following plan will be to land on the Sky-sea Realm, build up our camp, and explore the grounds, to seek the connection of Shadow Islands¡¯ seabed. After all, this continent is extremely far from the Land of Dawn, so if we wish to develop it, we need to find a shortcut here quickly.¡¯ ¡®Since there aren¡¯t many discovery results at the moment, I will not take up too much of your time. Lastly, may I be so bold to ask a favor for you to help me relay a message to my father and my clansmen that I¡¯m doing fine? Thank you.¡¯ ¡®Right, please do not put Maggie¡¯s words to heart, we all know how busy government affairs are and that Lady Eleanor isn¡¯t able to bring the floating island to the sea. But¡­ but if you truly bring some spices, can you bring along some of Miss Evelyn¡¯s drinks.¡¯ ¡®May the Three Gods be with you.¡¯ At the end of the letter was a small drawing that depicted a human, bird, wolf and a fish. Tilly kept the papers together, took a deep breath, and looked towards Sean. ¡°This letter does not need a reply, you may leave.¡± ¡®Yes, Your Majesty.¡± The latter bowed and retreated out of the room. Once the door closed, Tilly maintained a short silence, then suddenly plunged her head into the documents. ¡°AHHHHHHHH¡ª!¡± She released an envious mumble, at the same time shaking her head incessantly, causing the documents on the table to drop. She truly wanted to pilot the Phoenix and travel the world with her friends! That was the life she wanted! It was her brother¡¯s fault, saying that he could not return with the excuse of searching for Ashes, leaving the position of Queen for her to inherit until the barrier between witches and ordinary people completely disappeared. This reason persisted for five years, with Anna and Nightingale missing as well. Now, Tilly was unsure if Roland had tricked her or not! And now, she was stuck with all the paperwork. The Fertile Plains was being developed and even the land under the Kingdom of Wolfheart and Everwinter was being used. All around her were people extending their hands and asking for money. Please, resources do not grow from the ground! And the news of Ryan¡¯s attempt to ¡®rebel¡¯¡ªall of the merchants that he had invited had sold the information to Neverwinter. Did he not know that his entire plan was laid out on her table? After so arduously gaining his freedom, he had thrown himself back into jail because of a silly idea. Tilly was unsure whether to treat him as an ordinary competitor with such a naive and brainless method of his. Of course, all of that were minor problems. The one that gave her the most problem was the direction in which the Kingdom was moving. The priority had been moved to developing what kind of new technologies, the friction between private companies and the Administrative Office¡¯s businesses, as well as balancing the equilibrium of power between the various political factions. These were the truly big issues that influenced the world. In the past, she used to think that being a King was nothing great, since even the sloppy Roland was able to cope with it, much less her. But Tilly discovered that being the Queen was not something any ordinary person could do. Upon recalling that Roland not only had to spearhead government affairs but had to lead Scroll and a group of God¡¯s Punishment Witches to gather knowledge from the Dream World, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but be amazed. ¡°Creak.¡± At this time, the door suddenly opened. Tilly raised her head up instantly and feigned an earnest appearance in doing her work, while speaking up in annoyance. ¡°What is it now, didn¡¯t I say to call out to me if there¡¯s anything?¡± After all, aside from her personal guards, Wendy, Scroll, Agatha and company were frequent visitors to her office, especially for Scroll. If she were caught goofing off, Tilly knew that she was in for a preaching. Therefore, Sean¡¯s responsibility was to anticipate and warn her ahead of time¡­ In other words, he was tasked with the most important mission. But no reply came. Tilly looked to the door in surprise¡ª ¡°Plop.¡± The pen in her hand dropped straight to the ground. Chapter 1497 - An Entirely Different Scenery Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Under the afternoon sun, the warm and gentle breeze blew into the room, lifting up the few scattered documents along with Tilly¡¯s hair. It might had been her annoying hair that had poked her eye, or it might have been for some other reason, Tilly suddenly felt her eyes turn sour. But even so, she did not dare close her eyes, afraid that the scene before her might disappear once again. The other party didn¡¯t plan to give her the opportunity to stare in a daze. She threw her luggage on the ground and took large strides around the mahogany desk, then threw her arms out and grabbed Tilly into an embrace. Feeling the firm and vivid sensation of her clothes made Tilly realize that what she was facing¡­ was no illusion. ¡°Ash¡­ es?¡± ¡°It¡¯s me.¡± Ashes adhered herself to her cheeks. ¡°Long time no see.¡± The instant she heard Ashes¡¯s voice, Tilly¡¯s vision blurred. It was like having restrained something for the longest time and finally having the opportunity to let it pour out in torrents. Even though she knew that such an act was not dignifying, she didn¡¯t wish for it to stop¡ªshe never needed to hide her emotions in front of Ashes, be it in happy times or sad. And now, she was no longer sad. Not one bit. Ashes gently caressed her hair and quietly gave Tilly her time. The two maintained their postures with the sunlight blanketing over them. It took a long while before Tilly finally calmed down. She wiped away the tear stains on her face and stared at Ashes. ¡°Exactly what happened after the Battle of Divine Will? Why are you only back now? What is Brother doing away for so long?¡± The latter smiled and caressed the blushing face. ¡°Relax, I will tell you everything I know in time. To be honest, I was surprised to be able to see Roland¡ªin the Dream World.¡± Following that, Ashes recounted her entire experience after waking up. In Roland¡¯s words, although he had gained full command over the Cradle, searching for a witch¡¯s consciousness within the civilization memory banks was extremely time-consuming and tiring work, along with the fact that her physical body no longer existed. Considering that he wanted the most precise restoration, Ashes stayed in the Realm of Mind for a very long period of time. During this entire process, she slowly restored herself by searching for scattered fragments of her life. But considering that she grew and adapted inside the Realm of Mind, the current Ashes was unsure of the differences between her and her past. As for her physical body, Roland relied completely on his own impression of her and reconstructed the form, even though Roland had hoped to undergo a few trials before execution, Ashes no longer wanted to wait. Fortunately, the merger between her consciousness and body went extremely smoothly. When she opened her eyes to the world once again, she was standing on the island above the Bottomless Land. ¡°So that¡¯s why your face no longer have your scars?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°Err¡­¡± This time, it was Ashes¡¯s turn to be embarrassed. ¡°I used to think that it was a reminder for me to always be cautious and to be extra vigilant in battle, so I left it there. But now¡­ there is no longer a need for continued slaughtering, I thought you¡­ might¡­¡± Seeing the other stammer, Tilly burst out laughing. ¡°I will not deny that. But that will not be a factor in who I choose to like. Are these the clothes that you wear frequently in the Dream World?¡± ¡°Yeah. Not just the clothes, but the money and luggage as well¡ªRoland kept repeating that these things are far easier to obtain than reconstructing a consciousness.¡± The two looked at each other for a moment, before Ashes continued, ¡°I do not know whether I¡¯ve lost anything during my insentient drifting. So much that compared to the old me, the current me isn¡¯t even sure if I am the Ashes in your heart. But one thing that I know for sure is that the yearning to see you has never decreased since the beginning¡ª¡± Tilly extended her hand and interrupted her. ¡°I can assure you; you are Ashes, and nothing has changed.¡± Ashes remained quiet for a moment, then revealed an expression as though a heavy burden had been lifted off her chest. ¡°Right, what about Anna and Nightingale, they were clearly present and even returned to the camp after the end of the war. And what is Brother¡¯s current situation? Is it impossible for him to leave the Realm of Mind from now on?¡± Tilly looked up in Ashes¡¯s embrace and changed the subject. ¡°Roland isn¡¯t really in the Realm of Mind, he is this entire world. He isn¡¯t able to leave the Cradle, but Anna and Nightingale are able to come and go as they place. But¡­¡± At this point, Ashes cleared her throat. ¡°The question is not whether they can, but whether they wish to. In all, Roland is living a life far better than you can even imagine. Don¡¯t worry about him.¡± ¡°Is that¡­ true?¡± Tilly asked carefully. ¡°Yes, forget about him, he isn¡¯t worth your pinings.¡± Ashes shrugged her shoulders, then suddenly remembered something. She turned to her luggage and fished out a document. ¡°Also, Roland asked me to hand this over to you.¡± Tilly¡¯s expression froze. ¡°Is that going to be some new responsibility he is entrusting me?¡± ¡°Nothing for you to handle personally,¡± Ashes explained. ¡°These are all the toys he had fiddled with, mainly to create a link between the Dream World and our world.¡± To enter the Dream World previously, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches could not separate themselves from Roland¡¯s ¡°light beams.¡± With him losing all contact with them, the God¡¯s Punishment Witches themselves were no longer able to be as relaxed as before. If not for them being aware that his departure was temporary, the entire Taquila community might have a big issue. With the document, it could be said that they had a resolution to the issue, allowing Tilly to feel assured for the ancient witches. On the document were various strange diagrams and lines, which was most probably depicting a magic-powered installation. ¡°I will have Agathe over now.¡± After making the call, Tilly frowned slightly. ¡°Right, there were a few ancient witches that were with Brother when his consciousness was interrupted, right? Their bodies are no longer usable.¡± ¡°Roland considered that as well, in fact, his next step is to create new carrier bodies for the God¡¯s Punishment Witches. Not only will their spirits be able to use the vessels, they will be able to adapt to it automatically and regain their senses.¡± Ashes nodded. ¡°But this step requires not only the Cradle, but Neverwinter to participate as well, until we obtain the relevant technology.¡± ¡°I trust that Celine and the others will do their best.¡± Tilly smiled. ¡°Once that is over, there is the last step.¡± Ashes carried on. ¡°This time, Roland seems to have thought deeply about it. Aside from allowing the Witches to interact with the Dream World, he wants the people from that world to come over here. He has already hailed it as a new Project Gateway.¡± Tilly¡¯s mouth gaped open in shock. She instantly realized Roland¡¯s goal¡ªthere was no doubt that when a technologically advanced community and a magic power community interacted, it would bring about world-shaking changes. Although it would even speed up the development of civilization, it would also incite even more inconvenience. Upon realizing that she was the one to face them all, Tilly felt a larger headache incoming. ¡°I knew that I shouldn¡¯t have accepted the crown.¡± She whined. ¡°But I feel that even if we redo it all over again, you would agree to his requests.¡± Ashes took a step back and knelt down on one knee and performed a Knight¡¯s salute with a fist across her chest. ¡°You¡¯ve performed beyond what you think you have actually done, my Queen. You are already a qualified sovereign.¡± Tilly fixed her eyes on Ashes for a moment, then extended her right hand. ¡°Are you willing to walk with me from now?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Ashes replied with conviction. ¡°It will be my honor.¡± That¡¯s right, compared to an hour ago, not only did the things on Tilly¡¯s table not decrease, but it had also increased. But she did not feel as dreadful as before. Because this time, it was an entirely different scenery around her. Chapter 1498 (END) - A Brand New Road Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations ¡°This is the first list of names of those who are participating in the shift of consciousness.¡± Fei Yuhan handed a report over to Roland. ¡°Although you¡¯ve told us that we don¡¯t have to explain to you, Mister Rock still insists that you take a look at it.¡± ¡°Since he is so worried about it, dine then.¡± Roland helplessly opened the report and glanced through the list¡ªmany familiar names appeared within the report. It was no surprise that Fei Yuhan¡¯s name was at the very top, having expressed her interests and desire to look at the other world since the very beginning, to which the new Project Gateway coincidentally aligned with her curiosity. Following down the list were Garcia and Zero¡¯s names. I see¡­ This was probably the reason why the Defender wanted him to look through the names. ¡°To be honest, I¡¯m worried about this.¡± Fei Yuhan spoke bluntly. ¡°You once mentioned that they were important figures capable of influencing the Dream World as well? If something happens during the transfer or if they find their past selves, will our world still be able to preserve its current state?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Roland smiled. ¡°If this happened in the past, I would not be able to assure you so, but now that the Dream World is part of the Cradle, so long as I am here, this world will continue to exist.¡± Back when he narrated the history of the Selection of the Crown Prince and Hermes to the two, he had long anticipated for such a day. Although they had regained new lives in the Realm of Mind, that did not mean they had to tight-lipped about the past. He was curious as well, how the two would perceive the other world. But he was sure that it was impossible for them to return to their past. ¡°Then I will relay your message to Rock.¡± Fei Yuhan nodded. ¡°Right, there¡¯s one more thing I need your assistance to relay as well.¡± Roland stopped for her. ¡°The new Project Gateway is in its last phase, I will be gone for a period of time and will have to leave everything here to all of you.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not thinking of shirking responsibility and going to enjoy being a God, right?¡± The celebrated martial artist sized him up with suspicion in her eyes. ¡°What¡¯re you talking about!¡± Roland coughed twice. ¡°My help and use will be extremely limited in the next step, I have already opened up the regulated technology knowledge base to both worlds, but it will depend on you guys to research on how to use magic power.¡± This was not a lie. Although the central system had a backup, it was only the Custodian that was affected and influenced by magic power. After all, magic power only interacted with consciousness and the inactivated back up was obviously just an ordinary machine. This resulted in Roland being unable to awaken his use of magic power like the Custodian, and what he was able to use at the moment was what he had grasped¡ªeven with this revelation, it was enough for him to spend close to a thousand years to learn. ¡°I will leave it to the intelligent people to research on that.¡± Fei Yuhan patted his shoulders magnanimously. ¡°But I believe that there will be outstanding people that will rise from both worlds, just like how we had worked together to face God.¡± With that, she waved her hands and turned to head towards the Defender¡¯s office. She¡¯s just telling me that there isn¡¯t a need to be as lonely as the Custodian. So she actually knows how to encourage people. Roland chuckled and shook his head as he reached for his sleeves and took out a small recorder. Just overly inquisitive. He walked out of the sanatorium and there were people bustling about outside. After assuming control over the Cradle, he took a long time to reinstate the workings of the Realm of Mind. As a result, to the entire Dream World, all the destruction and chaos caused by the Corrosion were left behind, leaving the Association with many things to do. The facts were not something everyone knew¡ªthe abrupt stop to the flow of time in the Dream World prevented the people from keeping any memories, much less recognizing who Roland was. Although people still stopped to greet him, it was only because of the emblem at his chest that indicated him as being at the highest level of the Association. This was quite a strange feeling for Roland. Amongst the crowd, Roland caught sight of a familiar figure. Nightmare Lord Valkries. ¡°I¡¯m here to say goodbye.¡± She walked over to him. ¡°You plan to head back as well?¡± ¡°Head back?¡± She shrugged. ¡°No, I¡¯m staying here.¡± Roland was startled. ¡°Wait, what¡¯re you going to do about your race?¡± ¡°With Sky Lord and Silent Disaster watching over them and the remaining senior lords, I¡¯m not worried about anyone else attempting to cause trouble to them,¡± Valkries replied nonchalantly. ¡°And my existence in the Dream World is the most beneficial method for the race. My body will be connected to the Mother of Soul and become the new King. But compared to the previous King, it will no longer have a standalone consciousness, but a consciousness shared by everyone.¡± ¡°Serakkas agreed to that?¡± Roland recalled that Silent Disaster followed Anna and Nightingale down into the Bottomless Land despite the possibility of exhausting her Red Mist. ¡°It¡¯s not a permanent separation. And Hackzord gained his own territory. If the signal installation test is successful, he can enter the Dream World as and when he wants to.¡± ¡°Fine.¡± Roland raised an eyebrow. ¡°Then why are you saying goodbye?¡± ¡°Because I¡¯m not the one leaving, but you.¡± Valkries spoke somewhat wistfully. ¡°If I¡¯m not wrong, you¡¯re already planning to go into reclusion, right? Since magic power is related to the consciousness, obviously only by having more wills collide will there be a higher possibility of creating a diversification of outcomes, but that also means that the existence of ¡®God¡¯ needs to be kept at a minimum. From your choice of allowing both worlds to interact, I can tell that you have made the decision. If I do not come to bade farewell now, it¡¯ll be difficult for me to find an opportunity in the future.¡± She paused for a moment, then became serious. ¡°When ordinary people obtain great power, they will not be able to resist the their egos; yet, you are able to prioritize the future of the world first. I have to admit, your thoughts far transcends that of any human being and even I find myself inferior to you. You are definitely the most suitable candidate to become the Custodian.¡± For the first time, Valkries lowered her head slightly and bowed at him. In that moment, Roland was stumped for words. Although he had considered what the other party had mentioned before, there was another more important reason for why he did what he did¡ªit was completely unrelated to the future of the world, and a much simpler one at that. But evidently, it was not right for him to say it out at this time. In the end, he feigned a calm expression, nodded his head and walked ahead, brushing past Valkries and leaving his gradually distant back view to her. When he was alone, Roland¡¯s mind stirred and in the next second, he appeared thousands of kilometers away. Ahead of him was a majestic and elegant ravine far from the cities and clamor. The gentle and clear wind blew against the willow trees and left shallow ripples on the limpid lake surface. At the peak of the ravine sat a graceful manor. He walked past the courtyard and garden, arrived at the door and knocked gently. Footsteps could be heard from within. Roland¡¯s reason was simple. Indeed, the future required meticulous, careful planning with an all-out effort. But with all the time to himself, delaying and starting his work later would not create too much of an influence. After busying himself for the longest time, he had finally found a reason to take a break. The door opened to have Nightingale behind it. Her brilliant smile and gold hair shone into Roland¡¯s eyes. Seated on the sofa in the living room, Anna nodded at him gently. ¡°Welcome home,¡± she greeted gently. ¡°I¡¯m back.¡± Roland smiled as he walked into the house. The path before him extended forward. 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